#i need to figure out where the off leash dog park is

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

Oof

Gotta get my stamina up so I can take chewby on runs instead of walks

She pulls a lot but I think its partly cuz she walks much faster than I do

When we ran she was fine

[pixiesfz]

safe and sound j.r x reader

part seven of ends with us series

plot: you and Jill find eachother

warnings: mentions of abuse

your hands were shaking as they laid on the steering wheel, Olivia next to you as she assembled the checked the album you had both shown the police.

The meeting with them was almost the scariest moments of your life.

What if they didn’t believe you.

What if they didn’t care.

But the women police officer did. She took care of you, collected your information and evidence.

What happens next you didn’t know.

“Are you sure you want to go there?” Olivia asked, putting her phone down “I have no idea where she lives” you responded with a sigh.

“Can’t send her a message?”

“It will go through as a dm we don’t follow eachother”

“But you stalk eachother” Olivia snorted and you smiled, cheeks blushing “that’s not the point”

“Sure”.

You pressed your foot against the gas as you drove off towards the dog park, Olivia’s dog in the back, barking in excitement when he recognised the route.

When you arrived you let Stanley off his leash and hoped.

Hoped she would drop by.

“Kerstin let’s go” Jill ordered her friend who had taken her time to say goodbye to her girlfriend “I’m coming!” She yelled, getting into her car.

“Jill we’ve been here three days in a row and she hasn’t been there” Kerstin said before turning quiet “what if she’s-“

“No” Jill cut her off “she’ll be there…she needs to be”

“What are you going to say if she is?”

“I don’t know”

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know”

“What are you-“

“I don’t know!”

The car drove in silence, not even the radio was on until Jill parked at the dog park.

You were there, groaning at the fact that you had lost the rock paper scissors game and now had to throw away Stanley’s poo.

“Gross Stan” you muttered but the dog just wagged his tail with a smile as you picked it up with a bag and walked away, out of eyesite as Jill and Kerstin walked up.

“I don’t see her” Jill huffed, looking around she expected for Kerstin to agree and suggest to go back home but she didn’t.

“I know her” Kerstin muttered, pointing to a girl in front of them.

Olivia.

“Who?” Jill asked and Kerstin furrowed her brows “she’s the one I talked to at y/n’s work”

Jill shot up her brows up as she saw the dog sitting next to her. “Stanley?”

“How did you know the dogs-“ Kerstin asked but stopped mid sentence

gorgeous hair flew in the wind as you came into view, a smile on your face as the dog ran up to you, wagging his tail.

“Well” Kerstin started “she’s here”

Jill felt like she was back in ninth grade, blushing cheeks at the sight of you and her nerves taking over her.

Kerstin was about to yell over herself until someone else did.

The dog ran over to Jill with a loud bark and you and Olivia followed the sight.

“Oh my god” you muttered at the sight as Olivia gasped “she’s actually here”

You smiled, the feeling of relation coming over you as you did.

“Well… go over!”

And you did.

Jill walked over similarly until you met in the middle of the”hey” you smiled up to the Dutch girl and she laughed nervously “fancy seeing you here”

You smiled brightly, hurting yourself slightly from the still healing bruise under your eye.

Jill remembered why she was so set on finding you from seeing your face “can we talk somewhere more private?”

Your face faltered but nodded.

Making your way to a bench you sat down closely next to eachother.

“Are you safe?” Jill asked and you shot your head quickly towards her

You paused, looking down before answering “I wasn’t but now I am” Jill took a sharp breath in “that’s good to hear” she smiled but you could tell there was sadness behind her eyes.

You reached your hand out and grabbed hers “Jill I’m fine now”

“But you weren’t and I didn’t figure it out quick enough”

“I didn’t expect you to”

Jill squeezed your hand “I went to your house to try and find you and Ellie was there, she’s staying there”

You widened your eyes “she didn’t hurt you?”

“No” Jill shook her head “but I may have threatened her in Dutch”

You laughed “she never bothered to learn the language so you’re fine” you laughed “I know she looked at me like I had two heads” Jill joined you.

“thankyou for trying to find me” you smiled, looking up to Jill as she raised her hand and laid it softly against your cheek.

“I’d do anything for you Liefde”

And for the first time in a long time you felt completely safe.

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

In The Night

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~3.3k

Summary: Late night out

A/N: Another risk assessment

Warnings: stalking, violence, blood, hurt/comfort

The years you’ve spent with your wife have only heighted your already healthy paranoia. You didn’t go anywhere alone after dark if you could help it, and if you did, you tried to at least have your dog with you. 

Tonight, you only had yourself to blame. It was nearly 10 o’clock and you’d watched as night fell from where you sat with some of your friends and Boone at a brewery near work. You didn’t drink much because you never do, but you’ve eaten enough to become pleasantly full and a little sleepy. You reach out to pet your dog and smile when he sniffs your hand for any morsel of food. You haven’t given him anything but his treats under the table, and you know he’s not very happy about this. 

“It’s getting late.” 

You say this despite it being way earlier than the last night you’d spent out with your friends. However, this time you have your dog, and you also want to get home to your wife. She’s texted a couple of times, and seeing a picture of her on the couch with Fletcher makes you want to get home sooner so you can join her.

You hug your friends goodbye before they leave you and Boone to head back to your car only a couple of blocks away. 

You’re only a little on edge as you leave the bright lights of the brewery behind you for the dimly lit streets. You figure Bucky is nearby, but you try to walk as quickly as you can without seeming like you’re running. Boone’s walking beside you and you’re holding his leash in a white knuckled grip as you turn the corner down the road where your car is parked. 

The sound of her phone ringing from the coffee table jolts Wanda back to consciousness. She hadn’t realized she’d fallen asleep until she sees that the show she’d been watching has stopped playing, and Fletcher was nowhere in sight. She sighs as she reaches for her phone and answers it almost before it’s to her ear when she sees it’s Bucky. As usual, he was following you around since you were away from home. Hopefully he was calling to tell her that you were on your way back. 

“Hey Bucky.” 

“Wanda, I need you to meet me downtown. Now.” 

Wanda’s already off the couch and running to the garage before Bucky’s finished speaking. She asks what’s wrong, but she doesn’t wait for a response as she slams her hand against the garage door opener just outside the door as she steps into a pair of boots before running for her car. Wanda jumps inside and the engine roars to life before she backs the car out almost before the garage door is all the way opened. 

“We’re going to meet whoever’s been tailing you for the past couple of weeks.” 

Your car is only about 100 feet away, and at this point it’s one of the only ones on the street given the late hour. You pick up the pace a bit before reaching into your pocket for the key fob to start the car. You’re still 50 feet away when the engine cuts on and you breathe a sigh of relief. You’re almost to your car when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You smile when you see it’s Wanda and you’re opening the passenger door to let Boone jump in when you hear your wife’s voice come through your car speakers. 

“Hey Wands.” 

You’re fiddling with your phone so you can still hear your wife as you shut the door and step off the sidewalk. 

“Y/n, where are you? Are you safe?” 

You stop in your tracks at Wanda’s frantic voice, and you’re about to tell her that you’re fine when you hear something behind you. You don’t get a chance to turn around when something is thrown over your head and pulled tight against your throat. You gasp and drop your phone as your hands go to grab at the cord that’s quickly tightening around your neck. You can’t see much through the hood over your head, but you see shadows moving around you as you’re dragged back onto the sidewalk. You hear Boone’s muffled bark from inside the car and realize that you should have gotten in first. Or at the very least not shut the door on him.

You’re kicking and trying to regain your footing as you gasp for breath, but when you feel someone try to grab your legs, you realize you’re running out of time. You hiss out a curse as you reach to your right side where you have a hunting knife stashed under your jacket. 

Your brother-in-law had gotten it for you as a gag gift because he knew how much you hated the idea of hunting. After seeing your wide-eyed, confused expression, he’d told you and Wanda that it was something you could use to protect yourself. He’d even suggested putting it in Boone’s harness pouch of weapons. 

You’re extremely grateful that you’d chosen not to do this tonight as you feel the handle against your fingers and quickly yank the knife out from under your jacket. You bring it down behind you as hard as you can, and you hear a satisfying scream when you bury your knife into the man’s thigh. You gasp when you’re dropped and air floods into your lungs as you rip the hood off your head and breathe in deeply. You look up from where you’re on your knees to see that the person who’d been trying to help cart you off to who knows where was about to grab you again. You don’t have time to think about it, and you raise the knife that you luckily held onto. 

“You bitch!” 

You blink when you realize that you sliced open his cheek, but he’s still coming after you. You curse as you try to catch your breath enough to stand up, but movement out of the corner of your eye makes you pause. You open your mouth to curse again, but you don’t make it in time. 

You can only watch as Boone jumps out the now open window and lunges at the bleeding man in front of you. You’re barely on your feet when you feel someone grab your hair and yank you backwards. Your world spins and you’re shoved against brick, your hand that’s holding the knife stuck between you and the wall. 

“Fuck-.” 

You don’t know what would have happened next, but the feeling of more hands on you tells you enough to be grateful for the rescue. You hear tires squealing and multiple gun shots that make you flinch in anticipation. You hear your dog snarling and you decide you need to figure out what’s going on, so you push back as hard as you can against the body that’s at least a hundred pounds heavier than you. He stumbles but doesn’t fall, but it’s enough for you to have time to turn around and kick him to the ground. 

You look around frantically for the next threat, and can’t help the way you fall against the wall breathless. Now that you’re able to think, you realize that you hurt all over, and each ragged breath you take burns. 

“Y/n!”

You finally notice the car parked behind your own, and see that Wanda is running toward you. You glance down when you see that Boone is still mauling the guy who choked you and you barely even flinch when Wanda hits him in the head with the gun that you just realized she’s holding. 

“Y/n, we need to go. Can you give Bucky your keys?” 

You flinch violently when Bucky appears out of nowhere and comes to stand by you. You see that he has a cut above his brow and a couple of bruises on his face. You don’t have time to ask what happened and you’re reaching for your keys without a word. You’re too dazed to say anything as Bucky gets in your car and starts it up again before he takes off. 

You let Wanda lead you to her car that’s still running, and she opens the door for you before hurrying to the driver’s side. Boone jumps into the open back window and Wanda raises it before she takes off after Bucky. You don’t hear the sirens in the distance, but Wanda does and she takes a deep breath before speeding to catch up with Bucky. 

“Are you okay, detka? Where are you hurt?” 

Only then, do you realize that you’d been holding your breath since your wife arrived, and you gasp again before you double over and start coughing. You’re shaking by the time you drop the bloodied knife at your feet, and you struggle to catch your breath as your head throbs. 

You squeeze your eyes shut and try to focus on breathing as Wanda speaks up. You don’t realize that she’s on the phone, until you look up and see that she’s hanging up on them. You sigh and lean back in your seat with a shake of your head. 

“It’s okay. I don-no doctors, okay?” 

Wanda frowns and turns to you briefly before she looks back to the road with a sigh. It’s just light enough in the car for her to see that you’re bleeding, but other than a small scratch on your face, she can’t tell where it’s coming from. She’s also not sure why you’re coughing which is worrying her, but she’s already made arrangements to have a doctor waiting at the house by the time you get back. Instead of arguing with you about this right now, she decides to figure out what she can about what happened. 

“Y/n, where are you hurt? I’ll drive us to the hospital right now unless you tell me.”

This gets your attention and you take a moment to focus on your aching body. Your head hurts probably from being slammed into a brick wall, or maybe the brief oxygen deprivation, and your knees and stomach hurt. It’s not until you mention your stomach that you look down and see that you’re bleeding. 

You’re not sure how that happened, but you can’t be bothered by this right now. You’d rather figure out what the hell happened tonight. 

“What-who were those people?” 

What did they want? 

You don’t bother asking this question because Wanda understands without it. You watch as her grip on the steering wheel tightens as she drives away from town and up toward the mountain road that will lead to your house. You aren’t going to tell Wanda this now because you hope she’ll offer an explanation, but you had a feeling as soon as you sat down for dinner tonight, that something would happen. 

You’re paranoid, for sure, but as soon as you’d reached town and parked, you felt eyes on you. This was confirmed when you noticed the same nondescript car drive by the brewery at least three times. It wasn’t a weekend; parking shouldn’t have been that difficult to find. Then the second hint had been the fact that Bucky had left the restaurant about an hour before you did, and then he never came back. 

You had figured that he was going to wait somewhere else, somewhere still in sight, but apparently he’d been searching for the same tail you noticed. 

“Bucky thinks they were trying to take you for ransom. He tried to track them down when he called me, and they ended up running him off the road.”

Your eyes widen at this and you realize now why Bucky looked so beat up. You make a mental note to check on him tomorrow, but for now you’re just grateful he was able to call Wanda before it was too late. 

You groan under your breath when Wanda pulls into the driveway beside an unfamiliar car. She turns off the car once you’re in the garage, and she comes to your side as soon as you open the door to help you out. You don’t complain or argue because you’re suddenly exhausted, and you just barely remember to retrieve your dog from the backseat. 

“Good evening, Mrs. Maximoff, Dr. Maximoff.” 

You turn so quickly that your neck protests, but the sound of an unfamiliar voice immediately puts you on edge. Wanda turns much slower, and makes sure to keep Boone back when you notice the doctor she’d called to come look at you. You try not to sigh in defeat when you see a woman in a white coat holding a small black bag at her side. You don’t want to be rude, but you really just wanted to lie down on the couch for a minute before falling into bed. 

“Dr. Blackwood. I hope we haven’t kept you waiting long. Please come in.” 

As you are led inside, you see Bucky pull your car up beside the doctor’s. You want to talk to him now, but you have a feeling Wanda won’t let you, and it would also be rude to make the doctor that had already been waiting on you wait any longer. 

You tamp down your urge to go sit on the couch, and instead head to one of the chairs at the dining room table. You sigh heavily as you sit down and watch as Wanda plays the role of a host and anxious partner at the same time. 

Finally, after returning with a glass of water for you, despite your desire for something stronger, she sits down in the chair beside you and waits for the doctor to finish setting up. It’s only then that you notice her outfit. She hadn’t changed from what you’d seen from the picture she sent you hours ago. She was still wearing sweatpants, and a flannel shirt that you easily recognized. You reach out for her with a smile and tug at the hem as you meet your wife’s gaze.

“This is mine.” 

Wanda just smiles at you before reaching up to wipe some of the dried blood from your cheek. Now that she can see you better, she immediately notices your bruised jaw and the dark angry marks around your neck. She regrets not shooting everyone when she realizes what some of the sounds she’d heard through the phone meant. She glances down at your bloodied shirt just as Dr. Blackwood finishes setting out everything she’ll need. 

“Dr. Maximoff, would you mind removing your jacket so I can examine you?” 

You tell her that she doesn’t have to call you that, but the look on her face although appropriately polite tells you she’s not going to drop the formality. Not in front of Wanda. You decide it’s not worth arguing about, and you shift slightly as Wanda reaches out to help you take off your coat. You smile appreciatively before you sit up and move to the edge of your chair. 

The next few minutes are silent as the other doctor in the room listens to your heart and lungs and looks at your injuries. The scratch on your face isn’t serious, just annoying, and Wanda helps clean this one up as you hold up your shirt for the blonde to look at where you accidentally cut yourself. It’s deep enough to need a couple of stitches, and you try not to sigh in annoyance at the fact that you basically did this to yourself.

You’re trying to distract yourself from the sting of alcohol when you hear the garage door close. You look up just in time to hear the mudroom door open and Boone jump to his feet. There’s no growling though and Wanda doesn’t seem concerned so you aren’t either. You figure it’s Bucky or Steve, but when no one makes an appearance, you figure they’re waiting until you’re fixed up to discuss what happened. You listen to Boone pant for a bit before he comes back into the room to lie down on the rug in front of you. He’s able to watch you and the doctor from here, and you watch as he rolls onto his back with a yawn. 

You focus on your dog and do your best to check for any injuries from a few feet away. You grimace a little when the first stich is put in and you try to focus on the feeling of your wife’s hand running up and down your back. You jump in surprise and then curse when Fletcher suddenly appears in front of you, and it takes all of your self-restraint not to curse her out. She just looks at you expectantly before flicking her tail in your face as she walks by you to get to Wanda. 

“Do that again and I’m going to take you in for your annual visit early, Fletcher.” 

Your wife’s cat just ignores you and Wanda shakes her head and does her best to ignore her cat so as not to encourage her bad behavior. Eventually the tabby gets bored and leaves, and luckily by this time you’re all stitched up.

“Those can come out in a couple of weeks. I’ll leave you something for the pain. It will help with your neck too. Other than a sore throat for a couple of days, there shouldn’t be any lasting, physical damage.” 

You oddly appreciate the blonde’s precise wording and you just nod in response as you lower your shirt over the bandage. You see Bucky appear in the doorway and you smile before turning your attention back to your doctor. You can’t wait to get something to eat and then take some pain medication that will hopefully help you fall asleep. 

“Thank you, Dr. Blackwood.” 

The blonde nods before asking if you or Wanda have any questions. When you both shake your heads, she packs up and stands to leave. She half nods, half bows to Wanda and you can’t help but find it ridiculous. Bucky escorts the doctor out and Boone jumps to his feet when you stand up with a sigh. 

You turn to your wife with an apologetic look before you reach for her hand and bring it to your lips. 

“I’m sorry. I’m extremely rude. Thank you for saving my ass out there.”

Wanda can’t help but roll her eyes at you before she leans in to kiss your uninjured cheek. She doesn’t blame you for the delayed thanks. She figures you’re still a little rattled and just wanted to get you taken care of. She hates that you were hurt because of her, but she couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t proud of you for holding your own. She’s just grateful that your kidnappers were relying on stealth and didn’t shoot you. 

“Of course, detka. I’m always up for saving your ass.” 

This time you roll your eyes and Wanda laughs as you mutter something under your breath. She simply watches as you greet your dog before kneeling so you can get a good look at him. She glances over your shoulder when Bucky reappears and she can’t help but smile when she realizes that he had taken the time to get a couple of stitches too. 

She knew they had to talk about what happened tonight, and how she was going to respond. She had learned a long time ago that incidents like these were inevitable, and the best she could do was prepare everyone for them. Maybe you needed to train a little more when you were healed. She’d ask you about it later. For now, she just wanted a few minutes to ignore the sense of impending doom, and watch you play with your beloved dog. 

Masterlist

[impishtubist]

trick or treat

(this is painfully American and no I'm not taking any criticism about that because frankly I don't care)

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“Daddy, when is Harry coming?”

Sirius glanced at the clock. “In one hour, bug.” 

“How long is that?”

“That’s as long as one nap.” 

Teddy pouted. “That’s a long time.” 

Sirius grinned. “It’s not that long, I promise. Do you have your costume laid out?”

“Yes!”

“And you’ve got your bucket?”

“Uh-huh.” 

“Where are your shoes?”

Teddy pointed at the door, where he had carefully placed his shoes. 

Sirius wiped his hands on a towel. “Do you want to go to the park while we wait?”

“Yeah!” 

The least Sirius could do, he figured, was to try to run off some of Teddy’s energy before letting Harry take him for the night. He bundled Teddy into his coat and whistled for the dogs. They came running, and Sirius clipped on their leashes.

“I wanna walk Bowie!” Teddy demanded, and Sirius handed over the red leash. He had had several stern talks with the dogs as Padfoot when Teddy was a baby, telling them how fragile a human child could be and how they weren’t ever to jump on, pull, or knock Teddy over. The lectures were probably unnecessary, as all his dogs were intelligent and well-behaved, but it made him feel better about the whole thing. Bowie was larger than Teddy, but he walked calmly down the street, not even running after a squirrel when it darted in front of him. 

They played for half an hour in the park before walking back. Well, Sirius and the dogs walked, while Teddy ran ahead of them. So much for burning off his energy. 

Harry was already waiting for them at the house when they returned, and Teddy shouted in excitement.

“Harry!”

“Hi, Teds.” Harry dropped into a crouch as Teddy ran at him, catching the boy in a hug. “Are you ready to go?”

“No! I need my costume!” 

“Let’s go put it on then, shall we?” Harry straightened. “Hi, Sirius.”

“Hi, love. Thanks for doing this.” 

“It’s no problem.” 

Teddy dragged Harry off to his room, chattering at him a mile a minute. Sirius’s heart swelled as he listened to his kids, to Harry’s questions and Teddy’s excited answers. He fed the dogs while Harry helped Teddy with his costume, and then finished cleaning up the kitchen from dinner. 

The doorbell rang, and he went to answer it. 

“‘Lo, you two,” he said, standing back to let Ron and Hermione in. “Teddy’s already got Harry captive.” 

Feet pounded down the hallway, and Teddy ran into the room. Or, rather, a pteranodon with Teddy’s face ran into the room.

“Ron!” he cheered. “Hermy!” 

“My goodness,” Hermione said, taking in the elaborate costume that Sirius had spent hours magicking into existence using some clothes Teddy had grown out of. “What kind of dinosaur are you?”

“Not a dinosaur,” Teddy said, sounding offended. “‘s a flying reptile, Hermy.” 

“And what’s it called, Teds?” Sirius prompted.

“A ter-an-don.” 

“Pteranodon,” Sirius said.

“That’s what I said!” 

They went outside so Teddy could stretch out the wings of his costume and Sirius could take pictures.  

“Alright, Tedster.” Sirius knelt in front of the little boy. “You have fun tonight, okay?” 

“I will.”

“Good. Can I give you a hug?”

Teddy allowed a hug and a kiss, and then he ran to Harry, taking his hand and tugging him down the street. 

***

Sirius never visited James and Lily’s graves on Halloween.

He visited the cottage instead. 

He knelt in the entryway where he had found James’s body. He climbed the stairs to the nursery where he had found Lily’s, where he had scooped a bleeding and sobbing Harry from the wreckage of his crib. He sat in the kitchen, where he’d spent countless afternoons having Sunday lunch with his best friends. He lingered in the living room, where he’d played with Harry on hands and knees while James watched fondly from the sofa. 

He wandered the cottage like a ghost, haunted by the lives that had never unfolded here, by all the futures they could have had. 

After, he returned home, lit a fire in the fireplace, and sat on the sofa with a glass of wine. The dogs joined him--Bowie draped across his lap, Sasha and Zephyr curled up on either side. Demeter wandered out of Teddy’s room and leaped on the back of the sofa, purring as she rubbed her head against Sirius’s cheek. It was the only day of the year she ever paid him any attention. 

By the time Harry, Ron, and Hermione returned with Teddy, Sirius had had a good cry, finished his wine, and made a batch of hot cocoa for everyone. Teddy was only wearing half his costume, and Harry carried the other half while Ron carried his candy bucket.

“Daddy, look what I got!” Teddy exclaimed, running up to Sirius. Sirius hoisted him onto his hip and inspected the bucket.

“Very nice, Teddy,” he said. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, I wanna go again.”

“Next year, bug.” Sirius kissed his cheek and set him down again. "Let's get you some hot cocoa, you're freezing."

The kids then settled on the floor in the living room in a circle, Teddy on Harry’s lap. 

“Okay, Teds, let’s see what you got.”

Teddy upended the bucket on the floor, and sweets scattered everywhere. The dogs all lifted their heads, eyeing the sweets curiously. Sirius flicked his wand, and the candy all gathered in a neat pile.

“Three pieces only tonight, Teddy,” Sirius said. 

“Five?”

“Three.” 

“Four?”

Sirius dragged a hand down his face, trying to suppress a laugh. “Teddy.” 

“We can choose three,” Harry said. “Come on, Teds, we’ll help you pick out your three favorites. Then we’ll put the rest away for other special occasions. You remember how sick you got last year? That wasn’t any fun, was it?”

“No,” Teddy said sullenly. He heaved a great sigh. “Fine.” 

Harry, Ron, and Hermione spent the next half hour sorting through Teddy’s candy with him, separating out the toys and trinkets that some houses had handed out instead, and discarding the candy Teddy wouldn’t eat. Sirius retreated to his study but left the door open, warmed by the joy emanating from the other room.

“Teddy, where did you get all this licorice?” Ron asked at one point, laughing. “You hate licorice. Here, we’ll throw them out--” 

“No, Ron! Those are for Daddy.” 

“Sirius does like licorice,” Hermione said, and Sirius could hear the shrug in her voice.

“Yeah, an’ Daddy’s sad. So he gets licorice.” 

There was a beat of silence, and then Harry said, “You think Daddy’s sad?”

“Yeah, Halloween makes ‘im sad,” Teddy said. He lowered his voice and added, “I think it’s ‘cause he’s scared of the costumes.” 

“Maybe you’re right, Teds. Why don’t you go give him his candy to make him feel better?”

“Okay!” Teddy scampered into the study, holding a handful of licorice. “Daddy, I have presents for you.” 

“Thank you, Teddy.” Sirius absolutely was not going to cry again. He pressed a kiss to the crown of Teddy’s head. “I feel better already. Why don’t you go eat your treats, and then have Harry help brush your teeth? It’s almost time for bed.” 

In the end, Ron helped Teddy with his bath, Harry brushed his teeth, and Hermione read him a bedtime story. Sirius almost felt guilty about letting the kids take over so much tonight, but Harry had given him a stern talking-to two years ago when Teddy first started trick or treating. For one night, he and his partners could handle Teddy while Sirius gave over to his grief. 

Teddy was half-asleep when Sirius went to say goodnight to him. Demeter was curled up at his side. She flicked her tail lazily when Sirius came into the room, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge him. 

“Good night, Teddy,” he whispered, drawing the dinosaur-patterned blankets up to Teddy’s shoulders. “I hope you had a good Halloween.” 

“Daddy,” Teddy said sleepily, “will you come next year?”

Sirius stroked Teddy’s curls. “You want me to come with you?”

“Mmhmm.” Teddy snuggled into his pillow. “You can dress up.”

“Oh? And what would I dress up as?”

Teddy blinked open his eyes and gave him a perfectly innocent look. “Stubby Boardman?”

Sirius huffed. “Your big brother has been putting ideas into your head again, I see.” 

He leaned down and kissed Teddy’s cheek. “Sure, baby. I’ll go with you next year.”

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(Remus isn't in this because I didn't feel like writing him. He's probably dead, but you can imagine they're divorced and this is Sirius's week with Teddy if that makes you feel better. Also Harry is definitely dating both Ron and Hermione okay bye).

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Get in loser, we're going vessel shopping!

Yuji and the gang were exhausted, having just finished exercising a group of curses. It was getting late so they then went to catch a ride back to Jujutsu Tech with Ijichi.

"Man, I'm beat! I had to hit those little fuckers harder than King Dedede's Jet Hammer!"

"Language Kugisaki."

"C'mon Fushiguro, I know you want to hit Gojo sensei as much as I do!"

Before they could continue their conversation, Yuji spoke.

"Is anyone else hearing music?"

Megumi and Nobara stopped. A faint jingle could be heard. Almost as if there was an ice cream truck nearby. But that was impossible. Before Yuji could speak, Kugisaki stopped him.

"No! Do you really think an ice cream truck would be here? In this time of year (fall)? At this time of day? In this part of Tokyo? Localised entirely within the woods?"

"Okay but when you put it like that it sounds bad!"

Suddenly a white van pulled up in the distance. Fushiguro gave a double take and then stated "There's no way I'm going near that thing."

Kugisaki then turned towards Itadori.

"Shouldn't you be going "jinkies!" or is this is the part where your spidey senses forget to activate? Yuji?"

The boy was no longer standing next to her for he had begun running faster than Todo at a Takada chan signing.

"What should we do?"

"I don't know but I'm calling sensei and telling him to bring a dog leash and some Jennifer Laurence magazines."

___________

"Lucky me, I can't believe you guys are open! Anyway I'll take one fudgicle please!"

After paying, an arm reached out and handed him the frozen treat.

"Thank you!"

Yuji was going to peel off the wrapper only to find that there wasn't one.

"That's odd. Oh well, down the hatch!"

It was dark so he couldn't see very well but something was off about his popsicle. After swallowing, he then began to wonder if there was a recall that he should know about because ice cream isn't supposed to be spiky right?

An extra set of eyes then peeled open.

"Fool."

What a moron of a vessel. Sukuna couldn't wait to be free of him. It was then that the window opened.

"I should have figured you had something to do with this."

Inside was totally not Geto, aka Kenjaku, wearing a milk man uniform.

"Hop in Sukuna, let's go to the mall."

"What is your game here?"

"Don't be like that! I figured you would want to join me for some shopping. You know as well as I do that we could use a change of vessels, hm?"

Sukuna grinned and then jumped through the passengers side like in Dukes of Hazard, only the window was rolled up so now he was coated in shards of glass."

Are you feeling alright?"

"Couldn't be better! After all, I'm not the one who's body will be paying for the damage."

Kenjaku then began to drive to the nearest mall. Unfortunately they were now stuck in traffic.

"The sidewalk is wide enough. Go."

"You really haven't changed after a thousand years, huh? All right, just let me put on my mixtape first."

Before Sukuna could ask what that was, he began to hear loud music. It was too loud to hear what the other was saying but he was giving a look that said "Want to watch a massacre unfold?" Sukuna gave a nod and then Kenjaku put the vehicle into to overdrive. Tokyo's poor citizens tried to run for their lives while all one could hear was "Gas, Gas, Gas" by Manuel. They both began to cackle maniacally.

___________

Eventually they made it to the parking lot after leading the police on a wild goose chase.

"So we'll go our separate ways and meet back here in a hour. Don't be late!"

"Fine with me! And it's not exactly like I have all the time in the world, this brats body is on a time limit!"

Sukuna then realized he didn't know where to start.

"Where am I supposed to find the strongest among a crowd of ants? This will prove to be more difficult than I initially thought!"

___________

The first thing Kenjaku did was buy a new set of clothes.

"That last guy had no fashion sense! I'll need to choose more wisely this time."

He looked around until he saw a familiar face.

"No way! Tengen's here too? Alright, change of plans. I'm going to steal her intended vessel before she can make the switch!"

___________

Sukuna was approaching a fitness store when he felt two arms place themselves snuggly around his stomach. He then prayed to Gege and hoped that it better not be who he thought it was. The king of curses then turned his head around to find the culprit. Shit. Why did he always have the worst luck?

"Yorozu... I see the restraining order failed to keep you away..."

"Oh Sukuna, we both know a piece of paper could never get in between the way of our love!"

It took all his willpower to not kill her on the spot.

"...So what are you doing here?""Kenjaku texted me and told me you would be here! It's almost like we're on a date!"

Before he could tell her that no, it was not like a date, she took his arm and began to drag him.

"Unhand me! What are you doing!?"

"What does it look like silly? I'm taking you to Build-a-Bear! It's what all the cute couples are doing!"

"Stop. One, if you were the last woman on earth, I would rather split myself into fingers then and two, I already have plans and I don't need you interfering with them!"

"Aww! Can't I come with you?"

"No! I'm shopping for a new vessel and I don't have time to-"

Yorozu then cut him off

"Wow! Like, you're going to be renting a new body? Let me help! I can help find the perfect choice for you!"

The king of curses scoffed.

"Yeah right! You can't even get your poetry right. How am I supposed to trust you when it comes to good taste?"

"Because if you let me help than I'll stop taking pictures of you when you're not looking."

Yorozu had a massive shrine dedicated to her love with so many creeper shots that her collection put other stalkers to shame.

"Fine. But you're also going to be burning the ones you already took."

"Sure!"

What Sukuna didn't know was that the girl had figured out how to navigate technology far quicker than him, already having stored her files on a two terribyte hard drive.

___________

Kenjaku watched his targets from behind a small potted tree. Once the two had met and started arangments, he knew he had to put his plan into action. Suddenly the speakers could be heard.

"Would Tengen please arrive to the head office - Your powers are being requested by management and there is an emergency - Thank you for your consideration -"

"I'm sorry but you'll need to wait a little longer before assimilating. Just know that your sacrifice won't be in vain."

Kenjaku watched her walk off and then nonchalantly came up beside them.

"Nothing personal kid."

He then twisted their neck causing instant death. Kenny began to drag the corpse with him to the bathroom stall so no one would interrupt him.

"Time to get to work."

___________

Yorozu had taken Sukuna to the food court and was now arguing with the staff.

"Whadda mean you don't serve monkey brains! I'm calling corporate to file a complaint! Let's go dear!"

Sukuna and the worker then shot each other a look of pity. Yorozu was angrily babbling when she bumped into someone.

"Oh, hey Kenjaku. I see you're already finished."

He took off his hat, revealing fresh stitches on his forehead.

"KENJAKU, YOU BASTARD!"

"Gross, what is that! A thumb thumb!?"

"Yo, granny!"

It turns out that it wasn't grandmother willow but Tengen. Or at least it used to be.

"Don't you "hey granny" me! Do you realize what you have done!?"

"Don't look at me like that, can't you just get a new one?"

"You know damn well that that's not how it works! I'm now stuck as this creature for all of eternity!"

Kenjaku waived his hand dismissively.

"Being immortal sounds pretty cool to me. Besides, do you know how irritating it is to constantly hop from one body to another?"

"Didn't ask, plus I don't care!"

Tengen then pulled a glock from underneath her robe and shot Kenjaku at point blank range. He was still alive so she would have to move fast. Tengen then began to unscrew the heads top lid and revealed a brain with teeth. It was hissing and citizens started to take notice. Panic ensued and while the crowd was screaming, Tengen pulled out a jar and plopped the brain into it.

Kenjaku's rabbit teeth tried to chomp through the glass but she quickly sealed it up in a layer of talismans, followed up by flex tape. Tengen was now leaving and Sukuna looked towards his side to find a missing Yorozu.

"Where did she go?! I mean, I'm glad she's gone but what can she be plotting."

He didn't know it but she leapt outside and was laying face first in the grass to study the bugs.

"Well there goes my ride."

Suddenly sirens began to blare."

Shit, it's the cops!"

Sukuna took the chance to switch places with Itadori. When Yuji woke up, he was at the police station and locked in handcuffs.

"Not again! I guess I'll have to use my one phone call on Gojo sensei and ask him to bail me out."

Panic began to set in.

"What was his number again?"

Yuji tried to ask Sukuna but he refused to answer, too amused in the boys misery."

Looks like I'm never eating ice cream again!"

[fruitless-vain]

hey! asking for a bit of advice here. this is my first time raising a puppy and it’s to raise her as my sdit- i’m having a hard time figuring out the balance between letting her Be A Puppy and focusing on letting her experience things in a fun stressless way to build confidence, but i keep feeling pressure and judgement from people around me when she’s having a day where focusing on me is hard and she’s acting wild/pulling on lead/jumping/barking from excitement/leash frustration. so i have the conflicting ideas of- you can’t expect a puppy to focus for very long because it’s a puppy, but i’m being told that puppies need to be well mannered, and since i have no previous experience idk how to join the two 🫣 i’m not taking her to non-pet friendly places yet (with the exception of my therapist’s office when i know she’ll be able to settle + chew for most of the session that day. she’s done rly well there) since she does need more consistent manners to start PA. do you have any guidance 🥲

Everyone's going to be different in how they handle these transitions and what works best for you two as a team, for me, I found that whenever I felt like I was expecting more than what was fair because of the public's expectations I would simply take her vest off. (training in pet friendly places at this stage of course).

You can still work on the things that need to be worked on but the simple act of taking off the vest removes a TON of that pressure that the public tends to put on you and your dog. I find it allowed me to feel less Watched and Criticized in the moment which in turn helped me be able to properly focus on the training and being fair.

Before heading on a training outing I'd be sure to set a goal for that day. "We're going to the busy park today, I'm not going to be worried about her heel because I know it's a busy environment for her. My main goal is just going to be rewarding offered focus when she sees things she finds distracting. If she's struggling to offer focus we will move to the field where we can get more distance and find success"

That helps ME feel confident before going out on a session. If I'm confident in what my goals are for the day then it matters a lot less what other people are thinking, I'm not worried about that anymore because I am hyper focused on what I have set up for us to do for the day. This also helps me feel less worried about those 'mistakes', those behaviours aren't my focus point today, they're allowed to be sloppy, my focus is xyz exclusively. we can work on those things tomorrow!

For building attention spans I just worked on things in bursts. We're going for our neighbourhood walk, she can sniff and explore and be a puppy! during our walk I'm going to cue a heel and walk 10 paces (or whatever is your dogs current capability) then release her. I'll do that 3x at most spread throughout the walk so she can still learn to focus in those environments without it taking up So Much of her brain power and she can still enjoy her time and be a chaotic puppy. Working on training doesn't always have to be a full on outing extravaganza. Doing those micro sessions throughout the day meshed in to your regular routine really did the bulk of the work for myself and Yo.

When you do have those moments where things aren't working out try your best to take a moment to pause, evaluate if the expectations are fair, what can be changed to help them succeed, and take breaks as needed. Sometimes training is walking straight to your goal, sometimes it's going in and out of the entrance because they're struggling with the doorway they've seen 100x. Do your best to meet them where they're at.

On the people side of things, to be quite honest here, if you can, just talking to people (or talking to your dog loud enough for other people to perceive) can go a long way to curbing judgements. Sometimes I enter a store and Yoshi drifts forwards out of her heel so I'll just say "whoops let's try that again, you shouldn't be so far ahead!" and then loop back around to try the entrance again. That makes it so that the people around me Hear that we're actively working on fixing something. This can help people get a better understanding of the full picture here and instead of going "oh that dog made a mistake ugh, obviously not ready for PA" they might go "oh they're in training still! I hope that pup improves!". Just adding that bit of info in to context can help people be less abrasive and judgemental.

Super obvious signage, of course, is a huge help there as well.

It's a rough balance to find but as your journey goes along you'll start to work out what routines work best for the two of you, I hope this at least somewhat helps!

[stargazing15]

What a timing

Bob x Fem! reader

Summary: Your friendship with Bob was going in the right direction and then the call came.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, some innuendo's, but nothing's happening here, protective Hangman

Previous: Hello again - Next: Worth the wait

Enjoy!

It's been a week since Bob stayed over for dinner and things have been wonderful. You were currently on your way to the Hard Deck with your coworker, who was still going strong with Phoenix.

"Sometimes I start to doubt who Nat is dating, me or you? Because all she talks about is you." Your coworker/friend joked, even though it was mostly truth. In a world dominated by man, she was extremely happy you were back, she liked the guys, but talking with you was different, gossiping on a ... higher level.

"What can I say? I found my mojo back and no one is safe now." You joked back.

"That's my girl, so," he interrupted his question for you to quickly park his car, "where was I? Right! Do you think you and Bob could ever, you know?"

"I miss him so much." Your eyes started to water.

"Oh sweetheart, I didn't mean to to make you sad."

"No, it's not that, ever since we started to talk again, he's been getting a place in my heart again. I really like, no love having him around. And sometimes I want to jump him, he might look cute underneath those glasses, but the thins that man did with me. I'm just so scared he is going to hurt me again."

"You two will figure things out, I'm sure of it. I'm so happy you gave him a second chance. You two are so perfect together."

"Thank you, come here, big hug and we can crash their clubhouse." You winked at your friend.

"Look who is here! Sunshine, we missed you, A LOT! Damn you look fine as hell." Hangman and Coyote picked you up and threw you in the air. Okay, maybe you missed these two goofballs too.

"Don't let her fall on the ground, morons."

"Calm your tits mother hen, she's safe with us, have you seen our muscles?" Both men flexed their arms at Rooster once they put you back on the ground.

"Missed you too guys, by the way, apparently I have to thank you Jake, for smacking some sense in Bob."

"My pleasure and if he's ever doing something stupid again or bothering you, give me a call."

"I guess you will have to wait your turn, Nat is going to eject him first."

"Well Phoenix, I don't say this a lot but apparently we're on the same team."

"Don't try anything funny."

You ignored their little bickering contest and went to greet Payback. "Hi Rueben, how are you and the kids?"

"Everything good, both still the smartest and goofiest of class and the oldest, you know him, wrapping everyone around his fingers, he's going to be a heartbreaker."

Your conversation with Payback got interrupted by Hangman noticing Bob entering. "How dare he show up here? You need us to escort him out?"

"Jeez Jake, YOU calm your tits, I'm on good terms with Bob. Do I need to put a leash on you, or can you be a good boy?" Everyone almost fell on the ground by your answer from laughing. Hangman growled and resumed his darts game with Coyote.

Bob quietly joined the group, still a bit scared of the them when you're around.

"Hi Bob", you started, letting everyone know it was alright for Bob to join, "the guard dogs won't bite, put a leash on them." You joked while pointing at the darting duo.

"H-hi." Bob was lost, completely lost in his world where only you and him were at the Hard Deck, admiring your soft features and your beautiful smile. "How are you? You look really beautiful." He was again as nervous as the day he met you. His mind started to wander off as he finally noticed the dress you were wearing. He had to snap out of his thoughts or he would have lock himself in the bathroom to take care of some business. That dress was perfect on you, accenting your features on the right places, but more importantly, he remembered the last time you were wearing it with him, or rather how soon it ended up on the ground.

You noticed Bob's thoughts wander off and secretly you were happy your little sneaky plan was working. He still likes the dress.

Phoenix pulled you away from the group for a little interrogation, actually saving Bob from getting hard in front of everyone.

"You are so wearing this on purpose!"

"Maybe I am." You tried to look as innocent as possible at her.

"Oh my god, you want him back, don't you? Are you sure you're going to make it this easy for him?"

"I never said I was just going to take him back. The man has got sweat to get me. And to make sure he really wants me."

"And I always thought you were a innocent one. Under that cute smile of yours hides a woman I like a lot! Make 'em sweat, if you need any help, give the sign. And I sure think some others like to help too." She high fives you at your plans and made you way back to the group. Phoenix of course keeping your friend up to date with your plans. He send you a wink to let you know he was on board with your plan. But you didn't expect him to go to guard dog number 2 and whisper something in his ear after send you a smirk. They already started something.

After getting a drink, you joined again, positioning yourself across Bob. After a couple sips, letting the alcohol work, you were still feeling a bit uneasy about making Bob sweat. It all was unlike you, but he had to learn his lesson.

Suddenly you felt Coyote's breath on your neck. You stiffened, counted to three and took another sip, finally relaxing on the inside, you turned your body to Coyote. He had made himself comfortable on a barstool, spreading his legs wide for you to join by sending you a wink. You had barely joined him and you felt already a bunch of stares burning on the back of your head, but Bob's stare burning the most as the others stares turned in to smirks knowing what was going on.

"I'm so nervous Javy, what if he backs out?" You whispered in Coyote's ear, still trying to be convincing by your act.

"It will all be okay, the guys will make sure of that. Now let's make that idiot jealous, giggle after this." Your body made a half turn so Bob could see you better as you giggled. That was what you were doing for the next hour, whisper in Coyote's ear and giggling when he whispered something back. Eventually you and Coyote were talking about his massive sneaker collection, most importantly his newest additions, the man was proud of his babies.

And Bob, sweet Bob was sweating, what was happening? You two were finally on good terms, he thought you were still single, so something in him believed he still might have a chance. And just like that Coyote was glued to you, making your smile. Was that why you called him one of your guard dogs, of course Hangman being the second one as he was Coyote's best friend. Did you call him that because he was guarding your heart now? He wanted to sink in the deepest, darkest hole. Wait, was this how you must have been feeling?

"Now watch this." Coyote whispered in your ear with a hinting smile and gently put his warm hands on your hips so you could face Bob again completely.

Rooster and Hangman were talking to him and he looked flushed, but still adorable. You weren't able to hear them, but you could definitely read 'come on' on their lips, right before Bob stood up and made his way over to you.

"H-hi do you think we could talk for, for a second beautiful angel?"

"Of course, let's go for a walk." While making your way to the door you turned your head to mouth a 'thank you' to Coyote.

It was not cold outside but it felt a bit chilly, probably your nerves taking over. Bob made a little o with his arm signalling you could link your arm in his, what you gladly did.

"Uh, so, you and, you and Coyote. Are you happy? I didn't know you two..."

"He's nice and caring."

"I'm sorry if I have overstepped."

"I can't do this anymore, Bob," you came to a halt and faced him, "there is nothing going on with Javy, he was helping out, getting back at you."

"Wait, so you're not-, they all knew, oh" Suddenly it clicked in his head and he took you in his embrace. You nuzzled you nose immediately in his chest, letting yourself go for a moment, forgetting everything and enjoying the moment. When the embrace ended, you both stayed silent and looked each other in the eye, it felt comfortable and neither wanted to move or say anything. It felt like everything around you paused. It was just you and Bob, Bob and you. And what was it hard not to give in just like this, but the look in Bob's eyes made you relax, it said that it was okay like this, don't rush, enjoy. And you did, your heart and mind relaxed and found happiness in this moment.

Until his phone went off, it was not the ringtone you were used to hear.

"No no no, it's work," he saw you raising your eyebrow, "the ringtone is different. This is Lieutenant Floyd."

After the call ended, Bob's expression softened again, but the tension in his jaw was still visible. "We have to go to base." Everyone got the call he explained, he made sure you were able to go home safe with your coworker before leaving with the rest. They looked like they had a competition going on for the grumpiest face.

"Do you think they have to go?" You coworker asked worriedly.

"I'm afraid so."

"Did you patch things up with Bob? I liked the show to be honest, don't break your head over it, I know you. He still deserved a little payback."

"Almost, the call came at worst timing possible. I'm a little scared."

"Me too, come on let's go home."

That night you couldn't find much sleep, tossing and turning in your bed. What if this was a dangerous mission? What if the Navy didn't let them say goodbye?

The next morning you got a text from Bob asking if you could join him on the parking lot of the Hard Deck asap. Never in your life you have been able to get yourself ready this quickly.

You've seen him a dozen times in his khakis and still je managed to take your breath away. The moment he saw you he came running towards you, making your bodies collide in a hug.

"I'm so so sorry beautiful angel, we have to leave today. It's an urgent mission. They don't give us much time to say goodbye. Normally family and partners are allowed on base to say goodbye, but you're not on my list because we're not dating and-"

"It's okay Bob, when do you have to leave?"

He looked at his watch and panic hit him, "f-fifteen minutes."

"Do you remember when we talked about you job? And that I might want to curse at the Navy sometimes?" Bob smiled a little at the memory. "Let's do that together."

You both turned yourself facing the sea and counted down, "one, two, three ... stupid dipshit!" "horseshitting fuckface!" You fell on the sand of laughter at Bob's choice of curse words. When you recovered from laughter a couple of minutes later, Bob stuck out his hand to help you up. When you reached his hand with yours, he accidentally used more force to help you up than expected. Your face was now so close to his, you could feel his breath on your lips. Having the thought in the back of his mind that with any mission the possibility existed he might not come back, he leaned in and kissed you. Feeling the train of thought spooking in Bob's head through his lips, you kissed back.

"Beautiful angel. Sorry, I-"

"No sorry, I know Robby, I know, be safe. Come back and we'll talk further. Say hi from me to everyone."

Bob took you in his embrace for the last time before leaving. This time he had to make it back, 100%. He was going to fight for you and win back. The kiss and you calling him Robby again just confirmed him it was all going to be worth it .

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[penisdelierious]

can you make a story of a owner taking their female pet human to the park (human pets naked only where some sex toys and collars) and then another owner is like “I like your pet” and wants to make a bet to try to win her

wow :O I have never been asked to write something like this before but I will give it my best shot >:3

You've felt anxious all day imagining your first time going to the Human Pet Park, thinking of all those eyes on your naked body. The thought makes you shiver, but you can't help but catch your hand inching towards your crotch each time it crosses your mind...

You get in uniform (A collar and a small vibrator inside your pussy) and wait for your owner to leash and walk you to the park. Your heart begins racing once the leash is attached and your owner gives you a small kiss on the forehead. "Don't worry, pet. I won't leave your side no matter what," she whispers and opens the door to walk you to the Park.

Most people don't tend to look your way on the walk there, but you get some curious passersby who ask if they can pet your dog. She chuckles to herself and says, "by all means! She loves getting lots of attention. Don't you, pet?" You go to open your mouth on reflex, but you quickly close your mouth and nod to your owner. "Good girl, now let these nice people give you some love!" After she says that, they begin groping and caressing all over your body, some more content with rubbing your head and massaging your scalp, while others begin rubbing your tummy and grabbing at your ass.

What really begins melting your mind is the praise they give..."Such an obedient pet," "So adorable!" "God, what I would do if she were my pet..." Each one bounces through your mind and drives you further into being a pet, you suddenly realize you are sticking out your tongue and panting. Your face turns bright red and you try to stop but the strangers keep petting you everywhere. Except for one figure in a ripped leather jacket staring down at you. She seems to be thinking about something while scanning you up and down, but you can't tell what...

Your owner looks at her phone and begins pulling your leash away from the strangers, "Oh dear, look at the time...we are going to be late, pet. Say goodbye to these lovely people!" You smile and they wave as you continue on down the path but one figure doesn't wave, she zips up her leather jacket and smirks at you as she opens the door to an apartment complex and steps inside.

The rest of the walk to the park is uneventful and once you get through the gates, your owner takes off your leash and walks to a bench near a snack bar. "Go play with some of the puppies and kitties, pet. I need to get something to eat." You follow her orders and begin playing tug of war with a tall pup named "Scratch," while a kitten named "Ari" watches you. This goes on for a while until you feel a sudden buzz inside your pussy, which causes you to let out a loud moan and let go of the rope in your mouth. You look over to see your owner holding a small pink remote and chatting with a familiar leather jacket wearing individual.

You crawl over to the bench they are sitting on and you see the leather wearing stranger is holding a long chain leash in their hands. "Oh, hello pet. Do you recognize my new friend? Her name is Lila and we have been talking about something..." your owner is cut short by Lila's smooth, yet sinister voice. "Well, I like your pet very much...I saw how obedient she was for those strangers, and yet she seemed so embarrassed when she gave in and started acting like the pet she is. So how about a bet? If I can get your pet to cum, then I get to keep her."

Your head shoots up and you turn to your owner worried, but she seems quite delighted by this idea. "And if she doesn't cum?" your owner asks. "Then I'll buy you twenty bucks of whatever snacks you want." Lila replies. You let out a scoff, what a ridiculous offer. "You're on, Lila." Your heart pumps faster as you hear your owner shout those words. Not only do you have to survive whatever Lila will do to make you cum, but you could be kept by Lila forever if you don't succeed.

Lila smirks and you notice she slips her hand into your owner's purse and pulls out a familiar pink remote. You have a feeling that this will be a very one-sided bet...

[coloursofaparadox]

i am very very proud of my chronic fatigued ass slowly building up to an average of like 15-20k steps or like. 3x 1.5 hour hikes/dog walks a week over the last few months. part of my whole messed up body shtick (P.O.T.S.) means one of the best ways to reduce the impact is to exercise, with the fun catch 22 of it makes DOING that exercise feel much, much, much worse 🙃 but now that im finally on a combo of meds that more or less works for both physical and mental health, ive been really really enjoying getting outside and doing things with my dog, even despite feeling like shit a lot of the time lmao. over the last like....4 months? I've slowly built up from the bare minimum for him (slow half hour walk 3x a week + off leash time where I can more or less stand still) to now where we go on a medium intensity hike almost every week, plus 1.5hr walks to the local community centre park to weave our way through and find fun little obstacles to do agility on, and run around in the field.

and it hasnt been easy!! like the half hour walks at the beginning were really, really iffy a lot of the time on whether or not i felt like just sitting tf down and giving up at some point. but im finally where i need to be w/ mental health and meds where i can keep slowly improving and not do a massive burnout backslide, in very large part due to figuring out how to eat intuitively in a way that works for me for the fuckin first time in my life, and managing to actually eat consistently enough that i have energy throughout the day. unless i go a bit too hard and get hit with the Super Fun Post-Exertional Malaise, I think I've actually been consistent with this level of activity for a while now.

anyways i am proud of me even tho i did it mostly for Lucas's sake. he is so, so much happier and more content now that he's getting enough exercise and going out to do new things with me. on my end i am very very happy that i can walk that long and go on hikes and feel good after, even tho I'm not totally confident yet on how much it helps day-to-day with POTS stuff like standing too long, etc. I feel better though with daily stuff like grocery store trips and standing in line. same with some household chores that always used to really spike symptoms.

anyways. being gaslit by doctors and passing out on a skytrain at 16 -> diagnosed, properly medicated and eating healthily pipeline only took 12 years and a dog i would die for 🤝 lets go me

[icemankazansky]

Also:

"My dog is friendly!" does not mean your dog is properly off-leash trained.

This is a whole, extensive skillset that you have to TEACH YOUR DOG before it should be trusted off-leash anywhere but your fenced yard. (This includes your unfenced yard. And an electric/Invisible fence does not count as a fence for these purposes, but while I'm on the subject, YOU ALSO HAVE TO TEACH A DOG WHAT THE ELECTRIC FENCE MEANS. They do not come with this knowledge preprogrammed! The number of people who install an electric fence and then become super fucking confused/angry when their dog "escapes" is so large it makes me wanted to scream.)

If you let your dog off-leash even at an off-leash dog park and your dog is not properly off-leash trained, it is potentially dangerous to every other dog and every other human being in that park. And even if it is properly off-leash trained, you as a responsible owner need to be watching it every second it's off-leash. Unexpected shit happens. I cannot count the number of times I've seen people treat the dog park like a daycare for their wild animal. They let it in, remove its leash, and then immediately go talk to other owners or have a smoke, etc., while their dog terrorizes other dogs and people in the park. It only takes seconds for a bad meeting with a dog to scar someone permanently—either figuratively or literally. If the thought of your dog, say, permanently disfiguring a child doesn't hit you where you live, just know that if your dog does any sort of damage to a person or an animal, you're legally responsible for the financial fallout. A trip to the emergency vet after your dog decides another dog at the park is its squeaky toy could easily run thousands of dollars, and that's if no one gets lawyers or the law involved.

I love dogs. I am a dog person; I have dogs, and I volunteer for a number of dog rescues. I love going places with my dogs. I love meeting new dogs. But I will be the first person to tell you that not all dogs should be out meeting people, and that as a responsible dog owner, it is your responsibility to both your dog and your community to ensure that you understand your dog's limits, and respect them. Your dog should never become another person's problem, and that includes a stranger at the park who doesn't want to interact with your animal for ANY reason. It's none of your business why someone doesn't want to be near your dog. It is your responsibility to make sure that your dog doesn't get near them. This keeps your community and your dog safe.

Everyone else talked about outdoor cats, it's time for me to talk about offleash dogs

[harrison-abbott]

little terrier

My neighbour Phil asked me to sit his dog for him. Because my neighbour wanted to go to a big football game and he had nobody else to mind the dog for a day. The dog’s name was Willie, and he was a little terrier. My neighbour was a nice man and had helped me out a lot in the past, so I said, Yeah Sure, I’ll sit Willie for a day.

Phil brought Willie around to me about eleven a.m. Then he was let alone in my flat. And, the first thing he did when his master left was to bark incessantly for about five minutes. My neighbour had given me some bones and some snack treats for Willie. So I gave one to Willie, and he finally shut up. Until, about twenty minutes later, he started whining. Phil had told me that it was important not to give him too many treats, because he went hyper if you did that. So I decided to take Willie out for a walk.

I put him on the leash and we went down to the park and Willie peed a couple of times. He didn’t really seem interested in much. Although there was one point when he saw a squirrel scurry up a tree, and the fur on his back went AWOL and he snarled and thrashed and I had to pull him back. He was pretty tough despite being a small animal. Anyway, we went back home.

Throughout our time in the park, I had needed a pee. But I couldn’t do it anywhere in the park because there were lots of people around. So, the first thing I did when I got home was to put Willie in the kitchen, and then I went to the bathroom and relieved myself.

When I got back, Willie had taken a shit on the kitchen floor.

He was wagging his tail and looking up at me, with this steaming clump of faeces right there in front of him.

Phil had given me poop bags as well. I gagged when I caught a whiff of the shit. And, the gag followed on with another gag, and meddled with my stomach. And, I threw up some of the coffee I’d had earlier in the sink. I went out into the street and put the shit bag in the street bin. Then I returned to the kitchen and used bleach to mop up that spot where Willie had shat. Willie himself had gone into the living room and he was sleeping, and I thought, phew, he could be left alone for a while.

So I shut the living room door quietly, hoping that he would kip for a few hours and I wouldn’t have to deal with him.

I went back a couple of hours later to check if he was alive. Yes. He was indeed alive and he was awake and chewing one of my pillows. He had taken it off the couch and ripped its sleeve apart … and there were white feathers everywhere. Willie blinked up at me. And his tail wagged again. I couldn’t figure out whether the wagging was sarcastic or not, as if he enjoyed his behaviour.

It all made me wonder why people kept pets in the first place? All I’d known about dogs previously was from movies, or adverts for dog food, with these handsome golden retrievers.

I didn’t get what all the hype was about.

[harleyyjackson]

The Winter Wraith: Chapter 37

Summary: The Winter Soldier battles the Winter Wraith

Word count: < 2.5k

Warnings: n/a

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The gun was steady in Bucky's hand, no trace of the doubt and confusion eating his insides evident in his stance. The woman slowly turned around, raising her arms in a sarcastic surrender. Her face was obscured by a dark mask, her bloodstained blouse and modest heels at odds with the fighting gear adorning her figure. "Take off the mask."

She made no move to do so. "Why?"

It would remove any advantages hidden in the mask's technology, that was why. Not because it would humanize whatever lay beneath, turn her expressionless disguise into something he could empathise with. He had to be sure this woman was worth saving. With a shrug, she tossed back her (h/c) hair and removed the mask shrouding her features, letting it clatter to the ground. Through the veiling shadows of the underground car park, piercing (e/c) eyes found his. The room was devoid of oxygen, but he didn't need to breathe. The corner of her mouth lifted like she knew exactly what he was thinking. "So," she drawled, "what now?"

He noted the perfect accent, trained to perfection. "Drop your weapons"

"Sure, right after you drop yours."

They were at a stalemate, each watching the other, though neither knew who was the predator and who was the prey. Everything about her was familiar, from the way her (h/c) hair fell about her face, to the shape of her hands as they gripped the gun at her side. He wanted to hold those hands, but at the same time, he wanted them in handcuffs and behind bars, out of his life and out of his head. Who are you?

"What?"

Her voice took him by surprise, drawing him out of his thoughts. Had he said that aloud? He hadn't thought so, but he must have. "Who are you?" he repeated.

Her head cocked to the side, confusion morphing into something else, something she tried to hide. 'Your worst nightmare."

"Hilarious," he deadpanned, but it was all he needed. He saw the surprise at his question, chased away by the doubt, the hesitation, the inability to answer. Like a flare in the darkness of night, a spark of relief lit up his chest; maybe she was like him. "You don't know, do you?"

Then, the Hydra mentality rose to the surface: the best defence is a good offence. "I could ask you the same question." She took a small step closer to him. "The infamous Winter Soldier. First Hydra, now Shield, absolutely no loyalty," she tsked.

"What, like a dog to its owner? Guess your leash is a bit tighter than mine," he quipped back. There was no real venom in their words, but he could sense the dangerous undercurrent of hurt and the desire to hurt, mingling together and giving the jokes some extra weight.

She scoffed. "Do you see a collar around my neck?" She gesturing to the open car park around them, the open space, the possibility of escape. "It's a little thing called trust. Not all of us have to wear muzzles."

He knew that was a jab at the mask Hydra had forced him into, effectively a muzzle to keep him silent and obedient. "You're right, I suppose domesticated dogs have no need for-" He cut himself off at the realisation she had moved another three steps closer to him, and he hadn't even noticed. "Stay where you are."

She ignored, stepping forwards again. "Of course, you were always the favourite mutt. And after you, the witchling and her brother. Apparently, I bite a bit too hard." He couldn't tell if she smiled at him, or if she was baring her teeth. Both options were equally disconcerting.

He shot at the ground, directly in front of her feet, the deafening crack echoing around them. "I said stay where you are."

She quirked an eyebrow, seemingly undeterred. "Keep firing warning shots and you'll run out of bullets."

Not seeing this as a battle worth fighting, he relented a backwards step of his own. "You're not getting out of here."

Her eyes narrowed. "I don't think that's your decision to make."

Bucky glanced down at the gun in his hand, partly to maintain the illusion of control he had over the situation, and partly to avoid searching her face for the answers he wasn't sure were there. "Seeing as I'm the one pointing a gun at your head, I think it is."

She was right in front of him now, her forefinger lightly tapping the barrel of his pistol. "Think one bullet will stop me?"

He wasn't quite sure what was happening right now. Were they playing some kind of game? Neither seemed to feel particularly threatened by the other, he wasn't even worried about the gun in her hand. He told himself he was stalling, waiting for the others to get here. But he didn't want them here. He wanted to be alone. With her. Which was exactly the reason he forced himself to inch his hand towards his earpiece.

It was never going to work, the Wraith's eyes tracking his every movement, but at least it would get them out of this back-and-forth banter that felt way too natural. Anyone could see it was a trap, forcing her to make a move. His hand was now bare inches from his ear, and for a moment he wondered whether she would actually let him call for backup.

Nope.

She lunged. The obvious move would have been to go for his arm, so in true Hydra fashion, she went for his legs. He jumped to the side, avoiding her low kick, backing up to put more distance between them. He had to remember was goal was to stall her until the others caught up. He could fight her himself, but he wasn't too prideful to admit some backup would be nice. For every punch he threw, she had a countermove prepared. For every kick she made, he responded flawlessly. It was like this was all some dance, one they had practised to perfection. This only fed his theory that he had worked closely with her, close enough to know every move she would make, and vice versa.

He had to admit, she wasn't all that hard of an opponent. It was like her mind was somewhere else, not entirely focused on what was right in front of her. Which was why, when he aimed a kick directly at her head, he was surprised to catch her off guard. Unable to find the time to dodge, her arms came up to take the brunt of the attack, his shin slamming into her forearms – if it didn't break her arms, it would leave a killer bruise. The force made her stumble backwards, and her right shoulder slammed into the wall of the car park. Before she could recover, he had his metal hand gripping her throat, shoving her against the wall and dragging her high enough that her feet just scraped the ground. He found it hard to believe she had bested Nat in a fight.

They stood there. Or rather, he stood there, and she struggled to breathe against the pressure on her throat. She didn't try to pull his arm away; if she somehow had missed the memo that he had a metal arm, she would be able to feel it against her skin. Trying to loosen his grip would be useless. Her gaze met his, and he became aware of the (f/c) mist clouding her gaze. Instinctively, he knew it meant she was using her abilities, whatever those were. But, seeing as they clearly weren't helping her win this fight, it meant she was probably still in Wanda's head. Seeing the realisation on his face, the Wraith winked and, in his moment of distraction, threw her elbow up towards his face. He leant his head away, and the knee sailing towards his crotch had him fully releasing his grip and taking a step back. Using the wall to add to her momentum, she used his retreat to advance, landing a kick on his stomach with enough force to leave him winded.

Just as Bucky was about to epically recover and win the fight, something totally out of his control happened: he tripped on a car park speed bump. Between one second and the next, he found himself flat on his back. Now, this was a new experience for him, and he swore he heard the ghost of a laugh on the Wraith's lips as she chased his movement, instantly pinning him to the ground. Where his left arm lay splayed to the side, the Wraith stepped on it. Ordinarily, this wouldn't have been a problem. However, she had managed to wedge the heel of her shoe between one metal plate and the next, meaning that moving his arm too far would risk damaging the circuits. It wasn't luck, she must have been told how to do that. Or maybe she had discovered it herself because he was now certain they had fought before.

With her left foot pinning down his left arm, her right leg knelt on his right side. She smirked as she crouched over him, voice slightly hoarse from having been suffocated moments before. "Come on, Sold-" she cut herself off, smile vanishing in place of a grim line. "Winter Soldier. Is that the best you can do?" She looked confused, shaken.

"What did you just call me?" His voice was barely a whisper. It was as if that one word was a lifeline in a merciless ocean, keeping him afloat when the waves threatened to pull him under.

Her gaze flickered around the room. "Winter Soldier. Or have you found yourself a new little nickname?"

Silence filled the air around him, and he could have sworn her breathing was uneven as her eyes continued to dance from one thing to the next, unwilling to settle. Like stopping the motion would force her to face her thoughts. He figured it was now or never. Maybe it would all be in vain, maybe he couldn't be to her what Steve had been to him. But he had to try. "I know you."

She rolled her eyes. "My reputation precedes me."

Off to a great start. What had Steve said to him? "You know me." That sounded better.

"Mmmm," she hummed, "pretty sure I don't." He felt her weight as it shifted around him, noted her fidgeting.

"Yes, you do. You remember me, but you don't know why." She still didn't look convinced, so he changed tactics. "Why are you fighting for Hydra?"

"I'm not fighting for Hydra; I'm fighting for a better world."

"That's bullshit and you know it. You just murdered an innocent man." It came out harsher than intended, and he could practically see the Wraith's walls slamming up.

Her voice was as cool as her gaze as she looked down on him. "Sacrifices have to be made. It's for a good cause, something you people wouldn't understand."

"Hydra is evil. We're the good guys." Not his most poetic moment.

At that, she let out a sharp laugh. "Right. Sounds like something the bad guys would say."

"No-" How had Steve had the patience? What did you even say to someone so unwilling to believe you? "I used to be Hydra."

"A defector, I know." The accusation rang clear in her tone.

"No, well yes, but I used to be your partner." It was a gamble, he wasn't even sure if it was true, but it was the only explanation for all his memories of her. He knew he had struck a chord when she didn't respond immediately, doubt crawling into her thoughts.

She tried to sound confident, but she couldn't hide the hesitation in her voice. "I don't have a partner. I never have, and I never will."

"Yes, you did." He hated the way every word he spoke tore into whatever uncertainties she had, how everything he said had to make her doubt herself, doubt Hydra. It was a horrible thing to experience, and now that he was the one causing it, he couldn't help but feel guilty. But it had to be done. He also made a mental note that apparently, since him, she hadn't had any more partners. "You remember me, don't you?"

Amidst the confusion clouding her thoughts, Bucky's stomach sank at the flash of relief. "Of course I know you. I've read your case file."

It was then that he realised this approach wasn't going to work, not when she could blame any familiarity on whatever she had read about him. She could lie to herself all she wanted and the only proof he had was the fact that she hadn't even tried to kill him, let alone really hurt him. He tried to quell the frustration. He wasn't really annoyed at her, more angry at himself for being so incompetent with words. He didn't know what to say to convince her. What was he thinking, pretending he could be anything like Steve.

It didn't matter, the Wraith was all too eager to change the subject. "Tell you what, how about you come back with me."

The confusion was instant. "To Hydra?"

"Yeah. I'll show you around the place, introduce you to the higher-ups. I'll prove that Hydra is actually pretty decent." She seemed to have regained control of herself, gaze steady as it challenged his.

"You want me to be your hostage?"

"Hostage, guest, same same," she shrugged.

"They're really not." He almost laughed at her brazen proposal.

She opened her mouth to reply, but her gaze caught on his wrist, on the watch perched there. Her eyebrows rose in surprise. "Not that this hasn't been a wonderful conversation, but I gotta bounce." She said it so casually, it took him a second to realise what she meant. The gun was suddenly against his temple. "Stay down." She finally released his left arm – his greatest weapon – but was seemingly entirely unconcerned. When he didn't move, she gave his head a mocking pat. "Good dog."

She started to pull away, and Bucky would later struggle to explain what happened next. He panicked. He didn't know what to say, how to communicate what he felt. He was finally united with her, but she'd never felt so far away. He was desperate, and she was leaving. So, before she could rise, he grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the gun, pulling her towards him. Then, he kissed her.

[pittieandpoodle]

nighttime walk, 2/1/23

lizzie and i took Denver on a neighborhood walk at like 8:45 ish. we live in an apartment complex that’s right next to a lovely neighborhood, to get to it we have to walk down our looooong parking lot/driveway

which is tough, because Denver has become pretty car reactive in the last few months, especially when the car passes very close to us, is making a weird noise, going fast, etc. i think it started when she’d react to dogs in the cars, then kinda went from there. she lunges and barks at the cars but can be pretty easily redirected with a treat scatter, which is nice. so my protocol for cars in the parking lot is to just pull off to the side as much as possible and give her something to do other than worry.

so we got through the parking lot and into the neighborhood. she was on her wide cobra buckle tactical collar instead of a harness because i wanted to try it out and be able to have more control of her in case of a reaction, and she hates putting her harness on. the downside to this is that she pulls like crazy and the harness is better for that and doesn’t disrupt our LLW training, but i pick my battles, so she got to pull on the collar and i did a little bit of “stop and start” leash walking to encourage her to just chill the fuck out. she had 10 ft of leash, she doesn’t need to pull so much, lol.

usually when we walk in the neighborhood we go to this field behind the houses where she can frolic and sniff and dig, but tonight we didn’t want to walk that far. Denver didn’t know this, of course, and as long as we were on the route to the field she was pulling and excited and trying to get there ASAP. however, as soon as we turned a different way that never gets us to the field, she chilled out and started sniffing for longer, walking slower, being generally less frantic and actually enjoying herself. the street was quiet and we only saw a couple cars, no dogs. at one point a car went past and she stiffened up, moved like she was going to lunge at it, and then looked away and shook off!

i’ve been marking and rewarding every single shake off she does on walks and i think it’s really starting to pay off. she does it more after stressful things, like cars and dogs, and even does it more when she plays with the puppy. very exciting to see it in action tonight after a stressful car sighting.

the walk back home was good, she got more tense and frantic and twitchy the closer we got to the main road that would take us back to the complex and i had to stop and do a little mental puzzle to figure out the best course of action. i brought a tug toy with us and tried to play with her in the neighborhood before the main road, but she wasn’t feeling it and it didn’t feel safe to play so close to the (not main) road, so i decided we’d try again closer to home.

going back through the parking lot she was still tense and scanning, but i took us off the pavement and onto the grass and such near the buildings and that helped quite a bit. she sniffed, i tossed some treats, she marked (so much marking. she pees and scratches.). at one point a car parked nearby and she decided she HATED that car, and the people inside, and she wanted to make it and them Go Away. so i did a magnet hand of treats and kinda jogged out of there and then she was fine.

outside our apartment i had lizzie hold Denver’s leash and just brace herself so i could have both hands to play tug. it took about 30 seconds of teasing with the toy to get Denver into it, but when she did she LOVED it. we played for a couple of minutes, the high energy tug that she loves, full of conflict (me whacking her sides and stealing the toy and making her chase it) and then she stopped to eat a stick. so. there’s that 😂

when we got back inside i made her a shred box, which is just a cardboard box full of treats and paper bags all taped up for her to destroy, since shredding is her favorite thing, and she did that in the loft while we made a late dinner. then she slept for a couple of hours and was very satisfied.

overall a really good little nighttime excursion! i definitely will be making this a priority as much as i can because it’s so good for her. also like writing up a little journal entry after, i think it’ll be helpful to look back on as our journey progresses.

[pierceintyre-hunnihawk]

(How Much Is) That Doggie in the Window?

It was after high school graduation. I decided to take a couple of years off from going to college. I had friends, and such, but I was bored of just being by myself. I’m a bachelor for god's sake. I’m young and desperate for love. Klinger had Soon Lee, Margaret had Frank, and everyone else had somebody. I’m growing tired of wishing on stars, and hoping for someone to just magically fall in love with me. I decided to get a dog. One that I could use to either keep me company, or find me a man. I picked out this tan and white cocker spaniel puppy. He was very cute, sitting in the window with his paws on the glass, and I just couldn’t let him go to someone else. I bought him a nice black leather collar with a dark blue leash, and a golden shamrock collar charm that tells the world his address and owner. We walked back to my home, and I read the given instruction manual on how to care for him. He needed a name, so I went through a list. He loved the name “Archie” and so that’s what we picked. I followed everything in the book, and then some. Months went by, and I decided to take him to the local dog park. We played a good couple of hours worth of fetch, and I even met Klinger, Soon Lee, Margaret, Frank, Charles, Trapper (my best friend), and my former teacher, Mr. Blake. We talked about how everything’s been, and then some. They all saw Archie, and fell in love with him. He enjoyed the attention, but enjoyed Trapper’s attention more. Just then, some guy from out of town came to the dog park with his cocker spaniel. Everyone started cracking jokes that we would end up together, and so I decided to let fate be my guide while also secretly hoping for more. The man sauntered over to me, and noticed Archie.

“Hello there, little fella.”

Archie looked up at him, and then back at me.

“Nice dog you’ve got there. What’s their name?”

“Archie. His name’s Archie.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Archie.”

Archie got very excited, and so he sat down, and waved his paw, waiting for the man to shake his paw. The man did, and Archie licked his hand.

“He’s very well trained!”

“Thank you. I took my time with him.”

“I’m BJ.”

“I’m Benjamin, but everyone calls me Hawkeye.” We exchanged handshakes, and moved on from there. BJ was a very interesting person.

“Say, where are you from, stranger?”

“Me? I’m from San Francisco, California.”

“I hear it doesn't get above 55 there.”

“That’s right!”

“Well then, what brings you to Crabapple Cove, Maine?”

“I’m looking for love and a new start. You see, my ex-girlfriend, Peg, and I split up a while back, and I just need something or someone to ease my mind. So, I figured getting out of California would do me good.”

“You’re in need of a new start?”

“Yes.”

“I can help with that.”

“Wonderful!”

I wrote down my address on a slip of paper, and handed it to BJ. He took the slip, and handed me his hotel phone number, and his current hotel room number. Everyone around me wolf whistled, and I blushed a very bright pink.

“See you soon, Hawkeye.”

“Likewise, BJ.”

“Before I go, Hawk,would you like to meet, Lady?”

“Absolutely!”

BJ brought Lady to my attention, and let me pet her. She was a very beautiful cinnamon color.

“She’s very sweet!”

“Thank you! I’ve been training her for a while now. She’s still got a long way to go.”

She was very patient, but very loving. BJ and I bid our “goodbyes” and then I turned to face my friends group, and Frank, followed by Mr. Blake.

“All right, crack as many jokes as you guys want, but just know that I still remember all of your secrets.”

“Hawkeye, everyone remembers when you dated me. Nobody freaked out then, no one’s going to freak out now.”

“I freaked out!”

“Frank, nobody cares. Also, thank you, Trapper. Even though you were a star player on the football team.”

“Of course! Just, try and get to know the guy before you jump.”

“Again, thank you, Trapper. Before I leave, does anyone else have any unsolicited advice?” Just then, everyone started talking all at once.

“Okay! One at a time, people.”

“Figure out his likes and dislikes!”

“Thank you, Klinger.”

“Margaret?”

“Find some common interests.”

“Mr. Blake?”

“Try to find a sport that you two can talk about. Sure, you both like different teams, but you can still talk about sports.”

“Thank you, Mr. Blake. Frank?”

“Try finding someone who isn’t such a sissy.”

“Margaret, control your dog. Anyone else? No? Okay then.” I decided to leave, go home, and make myself something to eat. I made myself a sandwich. Just as I was finishing up making it, BJ called.

“Is this Hawkeye?”

“Yes it is, BJ?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Hey!”

“Hi! What are you up to?”

“Just made myself a sandwich. What about you?”

“Ordered room service. Say, are you free tonight?”

“I am, yeah. Why?”

“Wear something fancy, I’m taking you out to dinner.”

I blushed so hard that my ears turned red.

“Really?”

“Really. See you at eight, and wear some dancing shoes.”

With that, he hung up. I grabbed my sandwich, and started eating it. Thoughts swirled my brain, and scenarios ran through my head. Before I knew it, I was getting dressed, and putting on my dancing shoes that I used for prom. BJ showed up at my place with a bouquet of flowers, and a smile.<br />

“Ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“You look great.”

“Thank you. You don't look half bad yourself.”

“Thank you.”

We walked to dinner. It was at a really fancy restaurant. We both sat down, and ordered what we wanted. I ordered a steak with a loaded baked potato, and BJ ordered the beef tenderloin with fresh herb risotto. I was amazed at how he could order that without a care about prices.

“Everything okay, Hawk?”

“Oh, yeah, everything’s fine. Just admiring you from afar.”

“Well, if I may say so myself, I have a very handsome date.”

I smiled at BJ, and continued eating. Just then, Mr. Flagg came in.

“Don’t look now, but that was one of the rudest teachers that I’ve ever had.”

“What did he teach?”

“He taught physical education, and history. Used to make Charles, Margaret, Klinger, Trapper, Frank, and I run ten miles. I hated it since I had him first period. Then again in second. He was a nightmare.”

“Oh waiter!”

BJ ordered a whole pie, and walked over to Mr. Flagg. Just before you could blink, and miss it, BJ pied him in the face. I busted out into a fit of laughter, and BJ followed after. We paid everything off, and ran out of there.<br />

“I’ve never seen him so surprised! I’ve been wanting to do that since I got out of high school!”

“Really?”

“I hated that man. Still do.”

“I’m glad that I could help.”

“Thank you.”

I don’t know what overtook me, but I decided to kiss BJ's cheek. I, of course, then apologized a million times, until he kissed me softly.

“Thank you for shutting me up.”

“I don’t mind hearing you ramble. It’s very cute.”

I smiled, and noticed that we had arrived at the dance hall. I paid for the entrance ticket. We started off with the Harlem Shuffle, then the Bristol Stomp, then the Jerk. I had never had so much fun in my life. It was like I was actually experiencing the thrill of first love all over again. Just as the night was about to close, the band played a song that we could waltz to.

“Care for a waltz, Hawk?”

“I accept.” I took BJ’s hand in mine, and led him.

“My, Hawkeye. You sure know how to dance.”

“Thank you, Mr. Mulcahy taught me.”

“Oh yeah, what did he teach?”

“Choir. He also led the church choir on Sundays.”

“A songbird?”

“No, I just played in a couple of shows. Nothing fancy.”

“I learn more about you every minute.”

“If you’d like, we can talk about you.”

“My story’s a little more… obscure.”

“How so?”

“Well, my family’s a little more distant, my ex-girlfriend Peg left me for my then best friend, and now I’m just with you. I’m as happy as I could be. What about you? What’s your family like?”

“My story’s a bit darker. My mother passed away when I was a child. It’s mainly been my dad and I. Then, I decided to adopt Archie. He’s being watched by Margaret tonight.”

“Well, I’m sorry to hear about your mother. I’m sure your dad’s and her are very proud of who you have become. You’re a very smart and handsome man, Hawkeye.”

I smiled, and thanked BJ.

“You wanna get outta here? Everyone’s starting to wind down, and or leaving.”

“Sure! Where to?”

“How about my place?”

“Sure!”

We walked out of the dance hall, and into the cold night. I was freezing, and BJ noticed.

“Here, take my coat.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course! You look great in it.”

I blushed an even brighter shade of red, and continued walking. We walked to BJ’s hotel room, and curled up on the bed. I called Margaret to check up on Archie, and the little guy was fast asleep on the couch. I took it as a sign to get some sleep. I undid my shoes, kicked them off, and laid on top of BJ’s chest. Lady was asleep on the foot of the bed.

“Goodnight, my dear.”

“Goodnight, my darling.”

With that, we both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

[thehighpriestess1]

Toji as a househusband.

Warning : NSFW under the cut.

SFW :

He would wear an apron with demon dogs on it.

Would carry a sleepy Megumi and you would carry Tsumiki.

Your house has two kids and two dogs. All the best.

Would sit and meal plan for the entire week. “You need protein for these muscles”

Would make chamomile tea for you when you get back from work.

Has a kitchen garden where he grows tomatoes.

Would sing Happy Birthday in a monotone. It makes you laugh.

Piggyback rides for Megumi and tsumiki

Would make you sit on his back as he does pushups. Sometimes dogs join you too.

If you want an action figure he would make sure to find money in the monthly budget for it.

Picnic on weekends. You are the only one in this family who is of perfect height to sit on rides (Toji is too tall and beefy hehe) so you avoid adventure parks.

Gives you massages.

Always has a first aid kit handy.

Neighbourhood grandmas love him.

Shopkeepers always give him a discount.

Would definitely fight a kid for a spot at the claw machine so he can win some for you.

Can cook really well. Loves barbeque just so he could show off his skills to you.

Tells bedtime stories as he is surrounded by two dogs, two kids and an adult kid.

You would rest your head on his chest as he stroked your hair and kisses your forehead. Best way to fall asleep.

NSFW : Minors do not interact!

Would set the mood with scented candles and music and then wait at the door for you to come home.

Would definitely make herbal tea to increase your stamina. Sorry sis you gotta match it with him.

Would make adult jokes in front of kids. "Don't you think mommy should ride daddy now?", The kids agree y/n maybe it's time for my ride ;)

On days when you come home late and kids are already asleep he would fuck you in shower. His hand around your mouth as he eats you out and then fuckes you hard. Kids often wonder why you take so long to shower.

Would definitely have a “Sir” Kink. Is this how you bend down in front of your colleagues? I bet they check out this ass and wish they could fuck it like I am about to He’d say as he lifts your skirt up and spanks you. He would fuck you in your work clothes.

Would make you ride him in that mini pencil skirt as your necktie is used as a leash. Your tits bouncing under that see through white shirt. Your boss wishes it was him huh? Fuck you look so hot like this.

Would pull you by your necktie as you are about to leave and suck on your tongue. You will have butterflies in your stomach the whole day.

His after work massages would turn into you breathless beneath him as he is fucking you relentlessly. You will not be wearing those heels to work the next day.

Has a massive breeding kink. Wants to expand his family.

Throws you around in the bed. Would carry you over his shoulder to the bathroom all the while spanking your ass.

You had to get your bedroom soundproof.

Definitely uses tools in bed.

You have been late to work because the sex was just.that.good!

Please buy lots of concealer to hide those marks.

I wrote this because I was in a toji brainrot cycle. This man is the ultimate hoe of jjk.

[moneymasnn]

Wherever you go, I go too|Mason Mount

Blurb: One where mason starts to distance himself from you, in fear of hurting you... or himself.

Notes: Sorry it’s a bit short! It’s late and I’m tired so I’m sorry for any mistakes! Angst with fluff at the end!!🤍

“He’s just- he’s just not been himself lately.” You mumbled, your fingers were wrapped tightly around your takeaway coffee for warmth, as you walked along the muddy park path with your bestfriend Ben and his dog Oscar.

Mason was at training like usual, and since Bens injury had occurred you offered to take his dog on walks around your local park for him. Then eventually Ben had started tagging along on the walks to help himself with his recovery, and even though he was better now, the daily walks still continued.

“He’s been getting a lot of shit on his performance lately, maybe he’s just feeling a bit down.” Ben shrugs as he whistles at his dog, throwing a stick for him to chase.

“I suppose.”

There was a silence that lingered, both of you enjoying the noise of the birds singing before you spoke up again.

“I think he wants to break up.” You blurted out, causing Bens eyes to widen as his body comes to a halt.

“Y/n-“ Ben scoffs, rolling his eyes at your words.

“I think I know my boyfriend, Ben.” You sigh, “I know him well enough to know that he’s being distant with me.” you mumble, the sadness clearly evident in your voice.

“Y/n.” Ben grabs your wrist, turning you around to face him so you can fully take in his words.

“Just promise your trust me when I tell you, whatever is going on in that little head of his, it’s nothing to do with you.”

Your lips pulled up in a faint smile, continuing to walk down the path.

"I know him, and I know somethings bothering him."

You and Ben laugh as you push through your front door. You had invited Ben back for a cuppa tea, and because Mason usually isn’t back for another two hours, and you wanted some company.

“I’m dying for a wee.” Ben says with a scrunched up nose, passing you the dog leash before dashing away.

“Oh put the kettle on too!” He shouts as he runs up the stairs of yours and masons shared home.

You giggle at Ben before bending down to take the leash of the dog, wiping his dirty paws before making way into the kitchen.

“Shit mase, you scared me!”

You shouted as you noticed the hunched figure on one of the stools, leaning over the counter. It surprised you he was home because usually when you came home he would always come pull you into a bone crushing hug the minuet you walked thought the door.

No bone crushing hug, no hug at all actually, not a kiss, or even a smile.

“Got let off early.” He shrugs, turning his attention back to his phone, barley sharing a glance in your direction.

“Right… tea?” You asked.

He just hums in a reply, not raising his head, not even when Ben comes bursting through the door, not acknowledging masons presence as he swiftly makes his way to your fridge.

“Y/n, do you guys have any potato chips-“ but you cough, causing Ben to turn around to see Mason.

He could now clearly tell what you meant by the way Masons face was sour as he made no effort to say hi to either of them.

“Oh, sup mase!” Ben smiled slightly, making way around the counter to fist bump.

“Alright mate.”

You turned around, placing two teas on the counter, before telling the boys you needed to use the toilet quickly, but as you made you way back to the kitchen you managed to overhear the boys whispering.

“Your being ridiculous man, your dealing with this like a child!” Ben whisper shouted at Mason, causing him to groan out in annoyance.

“Do you know how hard this is for me, Ben?” Mason scoffs.

“Look, all I’m saying is, talk to her. She’s a smart girl, and she loves you. You never know, she might even say yes-“

But Bens whisper was cut short when you walk back into the kitchen, as he shoots you a look of sympathy before drinking his tea, making small talk and going straight home, taking the dog with him

The house was silent once Ben had left, you was trying to make yourself busy by cleaning up one of the spare rooms upstairs, then rearranging your bedroom draws. All while Mason was just perched on the sofa and of corse, on his phone.

About three hours later of avoiding your own boyfriend you decided you was being petty and made your way down the stairs and sat on the other side of the sofa.

“Do you want to watch a film?” You asked him, grabbing the controller to turn on the tv.

“Sure.” But Mason never lifted his head from his phone. His constant blunt reply’s sending you into a spiral of anger as you threw the controller into his lap and groaned.

“Do you wanna look at your girlfriend when she’s talking to you?” You snapped. "Or is who ever your texting more important? Mhm?"

Mason just sighed, turning his phone off and dropping it onto his chest, as he brings his hands up to rub his temples.

“You know what. I’m done.” Say say bluntly, sitting up.

“What?” Masons head snaps towards you.

“You need to tell me what it is I’ve done wrong, I’m getting sick of this Mason! Your being blunt and rude, it’s like you hate being around me.” you cried out in desperation of some sort of reaction.

You and mason had been together for four years, and never has he treated you this way.

“Because it hurts to be around you y/n!” He shouts at the top of his lungs, his words had cut you deep, as you felt the tears brim in your eyes.

Masons eyes softened as he moved over the sofa to grab your hands but instead he was welcomed to you pulling your hand away from him and turning your head to the side so he wouldn’t see you cry, not giving him the satisfaction.

“Baby, don’t cry. Please, I’m sorry. That’s not- that’s not what I meant I swear.” Mason let out an exasperated breath, panicking that he has fucked up.

Mason sighed, he then sat up straight on the sofa, inching his hand as close as possible to your knee.

“I need to tell you something.”

Your red puffy eyes turn to look his blood shot ones. Yet you have no idea how much it hurts him knowing he’s the one that’s making you cry right now.

“Here it goes. I got offered to play with Barcelona.” He blurts out, almost feeling a weight lift of his shoulders, but at the time he's facing reality.

“Barcelona?” You choked out.

“After this season, and- and I think I might go.” He says, his eyes welling up at the realisation.

“To Barcelona?” You ask him again.

He just nods, as you finally let him take your hand in his, as he pulls it up and places as kiss in the palm of your hand.

“I love you y/n, so so so much. And I'm sorry for being an awful boyfriend this past week, I guess I thought it would just hurt less by not telling you. But now I realise how selfish that was of me, and I would never ask you to drop everything and follow me to another country-“ he was rambling on.

“Is that what this is about?” You interrupted him. "You moving away?"

You instantly feel bad for him as you pull your hands up to his face, cupping both of his cheeks, using your thumb to stroke is cheek bone.

“Mase, I’ve always told you to do what feels right, and if this feels right to you, then you should do it!”

Mason nuseles his cheek into the palm of your hand as you feel one of his tears fall onto your wrist.

“Hey? Why are you crying, baby?” You whisper placing a slight kiss to his nose.

“Would you maybe want too long distance it?” Masons sniffs.

“Why would we long distance it? I’m coming with you idiot.” You giggle, as Mason pulls away in disbelief.

“Really?!” His eyes glisten as he looks at you.

“Well obviously! I love you mase, and wherever you go, I go too.” You giggle as you place a gentle kiss to his lips, resting your foreheads together.

“And I can work from anywhere, I’ve always wanted to learn the language. I’m young. I want to travel, what’s better than being able to do that with you.” You smile.

“Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you..” He repeats in small mumbles, burying his head into the crook of your neck, placing sloppy kisses.

“Maybe you can polish up on your Espanõl.”

He giggles at your comment and you smile as you run your fingers through his hair.

“I love you, like really really love you, y/n.” He says, as you feel him place a kiss to your neck.

“I love you more.”

He pulled his face out of your neck, kissing your lips gently, but you pull away to say one more thing.

"But mase, promise me if you ever have a problem like this again, your come talk to me?" You gently whisper, holding out your pinky finger.

Mason gladly takes your pinky finger in his as he mumbles a quick promise, pulling you in for one of his famous bone crushing hugs.

“Barcelona here we come.” He giggles on your lips.