#i thought for sure one of his hind legs was gonna clip me

[savethepinecones]

laying on the couch while petsitting and some neighborhood dog started barking so of course these guys had to rum outside to bark as well. the big dog whos like lab size was sitting on the other end of the couch and fucking leapt over me to get to the pet door i about had a heart attack holy shit

[mowulf]

You Gotta be Kitten Me

CH 3: Rude!

“Is this… cat food???” Spy scrunched his face with a noise of disgust. “Look, I know we’re cats, but this is just insulting.” He arched his back at Medic and Engineer before he pointedly turned his back to them and sat down, nose up and tail curled around his paws.

Scout, too, made a face at the plates of wet food, though he was brave enough to scoot over and take a bite

only to immediately spit it out and wipe aggressively at his tongue. “Oh that’s wretched!” He looked up at Engineer, expression overdramatically betrayed, and sideways-angry hopped back. “I thought you liked me!”

Sniper cuffed him before approaching the food for a cautious sniff. “I doesn’t smell bad.”

“It don’t smell bad, but the taste…” Scout shuddered.

Sniper gave him an unimpressed look before leaning forward to give a quick lick at the food. He tilted his head, tail twitching, before he finally shrugged and took a seat by the plate. “Dunno what’s got you two so uppity. It’s not bad. Different, but not bad.” Scout scoffed while Sniper got comfortable and started eating.

Heavy hopped onto the table and sat next to Sniper, who acknowledged his presence with an ear flick. “Is good?”

“I wouldn’t exactly call it ‘good’, but it’s not bad.”

“Hmm.” His flicked before he finally leaned forward to take a bite. “Is good enough.”

“That’s the spirit.”

The two biggest cats eating encouraged the remaining cats to approach the other two untouched plates. Soldier took a bite, decided it was edible, and began eating with gusto. Demoman ate slower, pausing periodically to make an unhappy expression or vaguely distressed noises. Engineer and Medic had to wrestle the sock off Pyro who then took one lick and, like Scout, angry-hopped away. Unlike Scout, though, they hopped sideways until they fell off the table.

Engineer laughed as he picked Pyro off the floor and set them back on the table with everyone else. “If you aren’t gonna eat with the rest, then you’ll have to hunt. Cats can’t eat table scraps and people food. Isn’t good for ‘em.”

Spy shrugged and made his way to the edge with a grace only he could possess. “Still preferable to that garbage.”

“Woah, hey, what? No. No! I ain’t eating no dirty-ass mice,” Scout snapped. “Doc, please!” He hopped over and pawed at the doctor’s jacket.

Medic looked him over before finally scooping him up. “Since you aren’t hungry, I suppose I can give you a quick health check,” he said casually, tightening his grip when Scout tried to wiggle loose. “Pauling said she’d come over tomorrow as soon as she could. Hopefully she has an idea of what’s going on.”

“Got it. I’ll make sure everyone’s accounted for in the morning.”

Scout made a few more attempts to get free but quickly gave up and got comfortable. Much easier to do now, given how small he was. He was just starting to get properly relaxed when Medic finally entered the treatment room and made a beeline for the desk. The smell hit him like a brick wall and he retched.

Scout had always hated hospitals. They stank of sterilization and fear. But this? This was so, so much worse. The chemical smell hit him first, burning his sinuses and making his eyes water. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, the smell of blood mixed in with undertones of death and decay.

When he was finally set down on the desk, Scout stumbled and dropped to his stomach while he covered his nose in an attempt to block out the smell. It worked to an extent. Medic, meanwhile, either didn’t notice or didn’t care as he dug through the desk for Scout’s file. A clipboard was finally set on the desk with a sharp clack, followed shortly after by a scale normally reserved for weighing organs. It was the only scale small enough for the cats, unfortunately.

By the time Medic was ready, Scout had adjusted well enough to the smell of the room to start looking around. “Alright, Scout, let’s get your weight.”

Scout looked up at Medic, over at the scale, and back. His tail puffed and he folded his ears back as he silently dared Medic to even try.

Medic dared.

Medic lunged and Scout bolted, but Medic had cared for birds most of his life. Catching small, fleeing things was basically second nature anymore. Grabbing hold of Scout was painfully easy, and he dropped the howling, flailing mass of teeth and claws into the scale with ease. “Scout,” he snapped, grabbing the scruff of Scout’s neck. Scout went frighteningly still. “The sooner you calm down, the sooner we can get this over with and the sooner you can leave. Got it?”

He waited a moment longer before he finally released Scout. Scout whipped around and scratched him with a hiss before he could pull away and Medic hissed in pain. Scout hissed back and hunched on the scale and his tail whipped back and forth. Medic examined the fresh scraped and sighed. They weren’t too bad, considering the wounds he’d seen on the field. Still, they were deep and were he anyone else he would need stitches. Instead he pulled a jar of ointment from a drawer and smeared it over the cuts. It wouldn’t fix the cuts completely, but it would stop the bleeding and reduce them to minor scrapes.

“Now that we’re done with that, let’s get started.” A low growl was the only reply. Lord, Scout was going to be the problem child of the group it seemed. With only a brief pause, Medic grabbed Scout and resettled him on the scale. “Hm.” He knew Scout was small but… 12 pounds? He wrote it down anyway. “Okay, stand over here,” he said as he tapped the desk. Scout gave him an angry glare but obeyed.

“More manhandling,” Medic warned before he pressed his thumbs between Scout’s shoulders.

“Ow! Watch it!” Scout squirmed as he was poked and prodded. He didn’t make a fuss when Medic grabbed his wrist and shoulder and tested the range of motion, but he did take another swipe when Medic pressed his fingers hard to expose his claws. “Be gentle,” Scout growled before licking his sore fingers while Medic hissed and examined the new set of scratches on his knuckles.

“Note to self,” Medic growled, “Clip their claws.”

“Not a chance!”

“Now hold still.” The rest of the physical was relatively easy, though uncomfortable. Medic wasn’t gentle and more than once Scout had to smack him away when he dug his fingers in too hard. But Scout was ultimately healthy, from what he could tell. There were no stiff joints, popped sockets, or broken bones. None of the bones or muscles were malformed. For all intents and purposes, Scout really was just a standard house cat. Well, aside from the overdeveloped hind legs which seemed to be a carry over from when he was human.

Fascinating!

“Alright, Scout. Let’s take your temperature and then you should be good to,” Medic said cheerfully as he rubbed more of the healing ointment onto his hands. Scout perked up at that and trotted over to take a seat in front of Medic and opened his mouth. Sweet freedom at last.

Medic chuckled as he pulled out a thermometer. “Oh Scout. Cat’s don’t take oral thermometers.” Scout’s mouth closed slowly in dawning horror and he lifted an arm. Medic just shook his head. “Try again.”

[queenofspades20]

Dog walk

Synopsis: Just a little something inspired by my dog's antics today. Didn't meet anyone out of it (sadly), but was pretty funny. I'm sure I looked ridiculous. Could be seen as an AU or not (no mention of missions or anything).

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: some curse words, mostly just fluff.

Y/n ran into the door after getting home from work. She saw her sweet dog on the couch.

“Hi, Baby! I missed you so much today,” she said, as she walked over to pet him. Loki twitched his tail and adjusted his body, letting her know that he was excited she was home, but, as per usual, refused to get up.

Y/n sat next to him, petting his ears. She leaned down and kissed the top of his fluffy head. After a couple minutes of giving Loki some attention, Y/n got up.

“Okay, Bubba. I’m gonna change real quick and then we’ll go for a walk.”

Loki looked at her with interest at the “w” word, but didn’t move. Y/n went into her bedroom and changed into some workout capris and a tank top. She made her way back to the front door, where Loki’s harness and leash were hanging.

“Come on, Bear. Let’s go for a walk.”

Loki huffed and moved so his front paws were on the floor, while his hind legs were still on the couch and he stretched.

“Oh, good stretch. Come on, now. Let’s go.”

Loki’s back legs hopped off the couch and he sauntered over to where Y/n was standing. He allowed her to put on his harness, staying still. Once it was clipped into place, Y/n grabbed the dog bag dispenser and keys from their hook and led Loki out the door.

The walk went as it went every day. Loki sniffed and did his business, taking his time. They made their way around their neighborhood, Loki stopping frequently to smell each blade of grass. When they got halfway around the neighborhood, Loki decided he no longer wanted to walk and sat down.

“Okay then,” Y/n said, looking at her dog. This was a regular occurrence during their walks. Luckily, she wasn’t in a rush to get anywhere, so she decided to sit down next to him.

Loki immediately got excited and started sniffing her hair, trying to take a bite.

Y/n couldn’t contain her laughter as Loki then started to rub his body on her back, like a cat would. Luckily, this was not the first time Loki decided to show affection, so she was able to brace her body as he threw his against her body.

“Silly boy. What are you doing? Are you looking for butt scritches?” As she said this, Loki moved his butt towards her face, demanding pets. His tail hit her in the face. She moved her head, laughing. Y/n reached over and started rubbing his back. Loki started dancing from side to side, just lifting his back legs, enjoying the attention.

Bucky and Sam were walking around a neighborhood, where Bucky was thinking about buying. He wanted a change from the dark apartment he had been living in.

“What do you think, Buck?” Sam asked, looking around.

“It’s quiet around here, but not bad. I like it.”

They had just looked at one of the places for sale. It was just perfect for a single person. The price was pretty reasonable and it was in an area where there were plenty of restaurants and things to do nearby.

“I think you should get it if you like it. The realtor said they’re pet friendly, too, so you can think about getting something.”

“What would I get?”

Sam looked over and saw a woman with her dog. They were practically wrestling, though the dog was clearly in the lead. “A dog would be good.”

“Dogs are scared of me.” Bucky hadn’t noticed the woman yet, engrossed in looking at the details the realtor had provided.

“I doubt that.”

“A dog would never want to get near me.”

Sam tapped Bucky on the shoulder and pointed to the woman and the dog. “I bet that dog would.”

Bucky saw the pair playing. He smiled at the sight before him. “Yeah right. I’m sure that dog would attack me before I got too close to its owner.”

“Dinner says the dog wouldn’t attack.”

“Fine. I’ll go.” Bucky grumbled. He was sure the dog wouldn’t let him near the dog or its owner.

As he made his way over, he was struck by how pretty the owner was. Probably married, he thought to himself. When he was about 20 feet away, he made himself known.

While he expected the dog to jump in front of its owner, not what actually happened. The dog jumped and tried to run away, pulling the woman back, almost causing her to fall flat.

“Loki! You scaredy cat!” Y/n yelled, laughing. She pulled him closer and rubbed the top of his head. “You’re fine, Bubba. He’s not even that close to us.”

Bucky felt horrible. “Are you okay?”

Y/n smiled at him. “Yeah. Not the first time he’s done that. He’s easily startled. Definitely not guard dog material. Is there something I can help you with? I’m assuming you wanted to speak with me.”

Bucky thought she had the kindest eyes he had ever seen. He felt himself flushing. “I was wondering if I could pet your dog.”

“Sure! Just walk a little slowly and it helps if you crouch down when you get closer. He’s not a fan of people bigger than him,” Y/n said with a laugh.

Bucky moved forward and did as she suggested. He crouched down. Once he did, the dog inched his way towards Bucky. Bucky held out his hand. “It’s okay, Buddy. I won’t hurt you.”

“Go ahead, Loki. Make a new friend. He just wants to pet you.”

Bucky kept his eyes on the dog. “Loki?”

The woman smiled at him. “He’s a bit chaotic and every once in a while, I’m convinced he’s dead set on world domination. Just gets that look in his eyes. Seemed to fit. That, and he actually answered to it. He wouldn’t answer to the name he came with.”

Bucky looked at the woman with a bit of confusion on his face.

“Shelter dog,” she clarified. “The shelter asked me if I was going to change his name. I told them I was thinking about it. And the woman doing the paperwork was just like, ‘good. Cuz he won’t answer to the one he has now.’ Kind of made up my mind for me,” Y/n said with a laugh. “I’m Y/n, by the way.”

Bucky smiled at Y/n. “I’m Bucky.”

“Nice to meet you, Bucky. Are you new to the neighborhood? Haven’t seen you around before.”

“Uh, I’m thinking about buying one of the units that’s for sale.”

“Well, it’s a great area. Not crazy expensive, plenty of things nearby, but also pretty quiet.”

“I was noticing that.”

There was a lull in the conversation, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Bucky kept petting Loki, when Loki moved around Bucky and started to sniff at his hair.

“What the . . .” Bucky started. He felt a cold nose on the back of his head. It wasn’t unpleasant, but was definitely a weird feeling.

“Um, so I think he’s going to scent mark you.”

Bucky looked terrified. “He’s going to what?” Bucky tried to turn around to face the dog, but the leash was preventing him from fully turning around.

“So, like when a cat rubs its body on your legs, Loki likes to rub his body on your back. He rarely does it. He must really like you.” Y/n looked surprised. She moved her hands down the leash and stood up, trying to pull Loki closer to her without it hurting Bucky or Loki.

Bucky felt a mass of weight move against his back. He caught himself before falling.

“Loki, stop,” Y/n said sternly. “Shit, I’m sorry.” She managed to get Loki to move further away from Bucky.

Bucky just laughed. “It’s okay. Not what I expected when I came over here. You said it’s cuz he likes me.”

“Well, he’s marking you as his.” Y/n moved to look at Bucky’s back and winced. “I’m sorry. Your back is now full of dog fur.” She made to brush some of it off.

“It’s fine.” Bucky felt a sudden surge of confidence. He had thought Y/n was pretty. “If you wanna make it up to me, you can let me take you to dinner one night, maybe show me around the area?”

Y/n looked surprised. She had never had someone come on to her like that before, but she couldn’t deny she was interested in the gorgeous brunette. “I can make it up to you by letting you take me out? Shouldn’t I be the one paying?”

“I’m old fashioned.” Bucky waived off her comment. “So, what do you say?”

Y/n smiled. “I’d like that. Let me give you my number and we can set up the details.”

Bucky unlocked his phone and held it out to Y/n. Y/n reached out and quickly put in her number, sending herself a text. She heard a R2-D2 beep, letting her know the text had gone through. She handed the phone back to Bucky, who saved her number.

“I sent myself a text, so I know not to ignore your call. I tend to not answer unknown calls.”

“Smart. Well, I’ll be seeing you soon then.” Bucky leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

“Bye, Bucky.” Y/n had a slightly dazed look in her eyes, surprised by Bucky’s kiss. She bit her bottom lip, trying to contain the giant smile she felt coming. “I look forward to hearing from you.”

Y/n turned away and led Loki on to walk more. Bucky made his way back over to Sam, who was smirking.

“So, where are you taking me to dinner?”

Bucky looked at Sam. “Normally, I’d have a comment, but as I got a date with a beautiful dame, I’m gonna let it go.”

Sam smiled victoriously. They made their way over to the car. “Let’s go to dinner and you can tell me about her.”

[angryinternetduck]

noodle <3

2.2k on harry’s new puppy. the before and after of a clean break . goes from kinda angsty to fluffy (literally) to more angst, and then wraps up with fluffy fluff fluff. 

Harry’s house felt empty. 

It was empty, really, but it felt about a million more times empty than it ever had. 

He couldn’t bear it. 

He woke up in the morning and turned over to kiss you awake. He brushed his teeth and stared at the spot where your toothbrush went. He got changed and remembered where he’d gone with you while wearing that shirt; how you’d complimented those pants and teasingly mocked those socks. He made coffee and ignored the gaping hole where your mug used to go. 

He was driving to the studio one morning, thinking about all of this - what song you’d have put on if you were in the car with him, how your hand would feel in his, what joke he’d say to hear your laugh - when he saw a pet adoption center. 

All at once, the solution became clear. 

A dog, he thought. I need a dog. 

So he turned off the road, kind of in a daze, and walked inside. Barking, chirping, and soft music greeted him. He flipped his sunglasses up. The lady at the counter’s eyes widened, and then she smiled. “Hi!” she said brightly. “Can I help you?” 

“Er… yes,” Harry said. He rocked back on his heels. “I’d like a dog, please.” 

She smiled more. Harry saw her nametag. It said Holly. “Okay!” she said, coming around from behind the counter. “Follow me.” Harry put his hands in his pockets and followed her a few steps back into the shop, and then around a corner. 

Dogs of every size, shape, and color lined the wall, separated by short, colorful barriers. The barking increased as the dogs noticed Harry and Holly. Harry felt a smile on his face as he looked around at all of them, up on hind legs, tongues lolling out of mouths. 

“Here we are,” Holly said over the noise. She crouched down next to one, rubbing the dog’s ear. With her other hand, she pointed to a card attached to the barrier. “These have all their information,” she said. 

Harry nodded, and started walking around. He kept his hands in his pockets and walked around the room. He scanned the cards, only stopping when he saw an anomaly. One dog, a puppy, by the look of it, was quiet. It wasn’t barking, wasn’t on its hind legs excitedly jumping up to greet Harry. 

There wasn’t a card attached, either, so Harry turned around to look at Holly. She was preoccupied with another dog, petting him and laughing as he flopped over onto his back. “Hey, erm - this one have a card,” Harry said. 

She looked up and then stepped over the barrier to walk over to him. “Oh, yeah, this little guy,” she said. “We just found him a few days ago. No collar, no chip or anything. We waited a little while for somebody to come and - you know, claim him, but it never happened.” She knelt down and scratched him behind the ear. “We don’t even know his name.” 

“He’s quiet,” Harry said. 

He was cute, too; golden and fluffy, and Harry thought he looked like a goldendoodle. 

Holly looked up and smiled at him. “Yeah.” 

“Can I - er, can I get him? Have him?” 

“Sure!” Holly said. She got a collar and a leash from the wall behind Harry and clipped it onto the dog. “Wanna walk him up?” she asked, holding the leash out to Harry. He smiled and took it from her, and she opened the barrier to let him through. 

The dog walked next to Harry, sniffing the floor and the walls and occasionally Harry’s pant leg as they headed back to the front desk. He sat down and watched Harry with big brown eyes as Harry filled out paperwork, and then trotted behind them as Holly showed Harry toys and dog food and beds everything Harry needed. 

Soon enough, Harry was staring at the dog, sat peacefully on the passenger seat, looking out the window curiously. After a few seconds, the dog looked back at Harry, and Harry smiled because it almost looked like he was smiling, too. 

“Right, then,” Harry said, patting the top of his head. “You need a name.” Harry twisted his keys in the ignition and started off towards home. “Marley,” Harry said, glancing over at the puppy. 

No reaction. 

“Alright,” Harry hummed. “How about… Bob.” 

Still nothing. 

Harry smiled. “So this’ll be a challenge, hm?” he asked. The dog lay down in the seat and sighed heavily, looking up at him. Harry laughed and rubbed his fluffy head. He suggested names the entire way home, but nothing seemed to stick. 

When they got home, the puppy wandered around, sniffing every corner and inspecting each piece of furniture. Harry watched him, partially endeared but also sort of worried about puppy proofing his entire house. 

He wasn’t too worried about it, though, because after a while, the puppy came over and sat down next to him, tail thumping on the floor behind him and tongue hanging out of his mouth. Harry grinned and crouched down to pet him, then looked at his phone. 

“What do you say to some food, buddy?” Harry asked. “‘s almost noon…” 

He just licked Harry’s hand. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Harry said, laughing as he stood up and the puppy followed him into the kitchen, where Harry looked at the refrigerator and pantry. Nothing seemed very interesting, but Harry eventually grabbed a pack of ramen and started boiling some water. 

While it heated up, Harry set up the puppy’s bed and toys, then got distracted playing fetch with the puppy, who got adorably excited, and Harry heard him bark for the first time. When the water boiled, Harry put in the noodles and then read the back of the dog food bag while he stirred and added the seasoning. 

After it cooked and Harry poured a bowl of soup for himself, he measured out some dog food and put it in the bowl he’d picked out with Holly. The puppy had at it, and Harry smiled, satisfied, and then went and ate himself. 

Once the puppy finished, though, he padded over to Harry and laid his head on Harry’s lap. Harry laughed and pet him. Suddenly, he looked up at his bowl of ramen, and then back down at the puppy, whose fur was long and golden brown and a bit curly. 

“Hey,” Harry said, a slow grin growing on his lips. “Hey, how ‘bout Noodle, hm?” 

The puppy yipped and thumped his tail. 

“Noodle?” 

Another bark, and he jumped a little bit, placing his two front paws on the edge of Harry’s chair. Harry laughed and rubbed his ears and said, “Noodle it is, then!” The puppy, Noodle, barked and bounced, and his ears flopped. 

Harry looked at his noodles, wondering if dogs could have ramen, but then decided against it and went and grabbed a bag of treats from the things he’d gotten at the pet store. Noodle followed him, trotting along and then happily taking the treat. 

“Good boy,” Harry cooed, “good boy, Noodle.” 

Noodle barked again and covered Harry’s hands in licks, and Harry grinned. 

“I think we’ll get along just fine,” he said. 

***

The next time Harry took an unexpected detour, he was a bit less inspired, a lot more desperate, and horribly miserable. This time, he was heading to a double date. Mitch and Sarah, and Harry and somebody else, somebody Sarah thought he’d be good with. 

Somebody who was not you. 

How, Harry thought dully, could he be good with anyone who was not you? 

It was raining. All Harry was thinking about was that time he’d danced with you in the rain, that time you’d gone to the park together and it had rained during your picnic and you’d danced together. In the rain. 

Together. 

The rain was miserable. Harry was miserable. The date would be miserable. 

And it was even worse, because the directions Mitch gave him took him straight past your place. He felt nauseous as he started up the street. He couldn’t go on the date. He couldn’t go and pretend that he was okay, that he was over you. 

Before he knew what he was doing, he was parked in front of your place. 

He stared at the rain, coming down in sheets over his windshield. He wondered how many times he’d kissed you in that exact spot. How many times he’d walked you back home, how many times he’d stayed over, how many mornings he’d spent avoiding paps as he walked back to his car. How much he’d pay to have one of those nights, one of those mornings, just one more time. 

He picked up his phone and dialled Mitch’s number. 

“I can’t make it,” Harry said flatly. 

“What?” 

“I - I’m not coming,” Harry said. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Tired,” Harry whispered. 

“Harry, I don’t -” 

“I can’t make it,” Harry said again. “I’ll see you later. Apologize for me.” 

“What? Harry, you can’t -” 

Harry did. He hung up and stared at the rain again. 

It was raining. It was raining so hard, so, so hard, and Harry didn’t have an umbrella. He didn’t have the energy to run, either, so he trudged up to your place in the rain. He was soaked. He was trembling, chattering, soaked to the bone. 

You were on the phone when you opened the door. 

“Speak of the devil,” you said. 

***

Now, Harry’s watching you play with Noodle. 

He doesn’t think he’s ever been happier. 

“I’m gonna steal him,” you giggle, rubbing his fluffy belly. 

Harry says, “You could try,” and kneels down next to you. 

It’s been a little more than a week since he appeared on your doorstep. He’d been texting with you the entire time, just trying to find a time when neither of you were busy. That time had been today, and you’d come over as soon as you could.

“Think you like him more than me,” Harry says, and you grin at him, and Harry’s heart flutters, and you say, “You’re right.” Harry groans and buries his face in Noodle’s fur. “I’d be jealous but I’d like him more, too,” he mumbles, and you laugh as you stand up. 

Harry looks up to see you looking at Noodle’s box of toys and then smiles when your eyes light up as you see the bag of treats. “Can I?” you ask excitedly, holding it up, and Harry shrugs. “Sure,” he says, and he has to bite his lip to keep himself from smiling more. 

You sit down, laughing as Noodle jumps up, tail thumping when he notices the treats in your hands. Harry sits back, watching as you feed him a few. “Have you tried training him at all?” you ask, and Harry says, “Nope.” He pauses, then adds, “I was waiting for you.” 

“Oh, sure,” you reply, grinning as you hold a treat with one hand and lift one of Noodle’s paws with the other. “So fluffy!” you exclaim, watching Noodle drop his paw obliviously and then giving up and giving him the treat anyway. 

“You’ll make him fat,” Harry scolds playfully, reaching forward to grab the bag out of your hands. You yelp and dart away, holding it out of Harry’s reach. Harry scoffs, lunging after it again, and suddenly he’s falling - 

“Jesus,” you gasp through giggles, “don’t want you on top of me like this -” 

Harry laughs, propping himself up so he’s hovering over you. “Sure about that?” he says lowly, nipping at your ear, but you just laugh more, slapping lightly at his arm. “You’re ridiculous!” 

Harry pulls back, unable to keep the smile off his face as he catches your eyes, gets lost in them for a minute, for two… You bite your lip, sliding your hand to the back of his neck and gently tugging him down so his lips meet yours. 

“Missed you,” you whisper. 

“Missed you, too.” 

It feels like just seconds before Harry hears shuffling and licking through his blissful daze. He looks up, confused, and then sees Noodle steadily making his way through the bag of treats that had skidded, open, across the floor during your scuffle. 

“Shit,” Harry hisses, scrambling up. 

You groan, trying to pull him back. “Come back,” you whine, but Harry grabs the now almost empty bag of treats with a huff before looking back at you. He holds it up, and you sigh heavily. 

“Shoulda just let him have it,” you say. 

“‘s not healthy,” Harry says back, and he ruffles Noodle’s fur before carefully placing the bag on a table higher than Noodle can reach. “It’s not healthy to leave me alone, either,” you complain, and Harry laughs. “Please.” 

With a dramatic groan, you get up to sit over where Harry is. You situate yourself next to him, and Harry smiles at how perfectly you fit together. You rest your head on his shoulder and sigh happily. “Guess we’re parents now,” you say, looking at Noodle. 

Harry kisses your temple, smiling more. “Guess so,” he says. 

***

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[bansheeoftheforest]

Look!! Another dead bird for you!!

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Okay, have you seen Wolf Children? Because that's my thought process here. One of Jekyll's parents was a cat-shifter and Jekyll inherited that ability. When he gets emotional he can start transforming, so at times he might have to hastily smooth his hair back in an attempt to hide a sudden cat ear or something. Nobody knows what he is because his human parent was kinda sorta ashamed about him, so he's hidden it all his life.

Just.. Cat Jekyll napping in Maijabi's lap. He feels so guilty because no one knows it's him but Maijabi pets so gently and coos at him in a language he isn't quite fluent in and he feels so safe. Cat Jekyll going to injured Lodgers to purr and nuzzle them. Cat Jekyll pointedly knocking things off of tables that could very well end in Lodger stupidity if left intact. Cat Jekyll climbing Adam/Creature and he is so enamoured with this little animal that doesn't fear him in the slightest.

Okay but also Jekyll slipping up in human form. He slow blinks at Jasper and Maijabi and Zosi and everyone else he likes. He starts to purr whenever he's happy and scrambles to cover it with a cough. He plays with string and gets tangled in it. He hears someone mention that Jekyll Jr. looks a bit funny with his curled ears and bob tail and just grumbles 'that's a standard appearance for Highlander cats, you arseholes-'

Does he bring people dead animals? Does Hyde? Hyde definitely would, just 'oh there's Rachel! I'm gonna put a dead mouse in her pocket :3' and she gets a feelimg of deja vu because it feels like Hyde's pranks but cats don't prank do they?? Cat Hyde showing off his new injuries proudly to the others then trying to run away when they try to patch him up because NO, he wants them to SCAR so he can look TOUGH.

If you go the Jekffin route, maybe Griffin's cat is normally skittish of others but just.. adores Jekyll. They're always rushing to greet him and rub on his legs and Jekyll just understands their body language and needs so well and is so patient with them and ah FUCK, he's crushing on Jekyll, god this is the worst-

Y'all at this point I get so many dead critters from you guys I could make a tiny graveyard sdfsdf

I have not seen wolf children but in all fair honesty, it looks like something my weeb-friend-trying-to-force-me-to-watch-anime would force me to watch <3 ANYWAYS. Still love that idea. Ooohohoho I don't know what's better, his father being the catshifter and his mother being deeply ashamed of the relationship combined with the premarital stuff bc of societal rules (hence why she was immediately scolding Henry for that dead bird) or his mother being the catshifter in a classic fairytale-esque way but being ashamed of it herself or knowing the father is ashamed about it, trying to hide all cat-ness with both her and Henry... Mmm, angst and parental trauma my beloved <3

...My brain immediately started thinking Henry's father getting seduced by a catshifter, accidentally fathering Henry, only for the catshifter to leave bby Henry on his doorstep and then just... Fuck off into the woods again. Does not make sense bc Henry has a mo- NO WAIT. OOHOH I GOT A BRANCH IDEA. His father already being married when Henry was born or his father marrying when he already had Henry, but telling Henry that his wife is his mom and that Henry was cursed from birth and that's why he can transform into a cat? Idk if Highlanders can be black but especially if he is a black cat??? ohoohohhoho ...Maybe that's why Morcant took such a liking to him immediately when they met, because he was supernatural? oohohoOHOO

I also just want to imagine that, despite his catness, his parents still loved him, even if they were a bit ashamed of who he was. Bby Jekyll having nightmares and it made him so upset he is stuck in cat form for a bit, creeping down the stairs to find his parents in the living room in front of the fireplace, him slowly creeping up on them and his parents immediately cuddling and doting on him when they see him... <3 (also this is just a bit of a branch, any other idea /idea for how Henry's relationship w his parents are welcome! <3)

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I'm half if Maijabi should know about Jekyll being the cat bc of his spirit eye or not, bc that is used so much in my aus that it's kinda becoming cliche so I'm going to use the route that he doesn't. Just finding this lil cat with funny ears and a bobtail and immediately taking a liking to it. Debating adopting him because he knows that Jekyll would not have had the heart to kick Jr out if he has already adopted him. Scratching him under his chin and being the only one allowed to rub his belly. Henry getting so used to Maijabi's cuddles that the moment he is near him (in cat form) he stands on his hind legs and reaches his front legs up like a child wanting to get picked up and Maijabi always chuckles and picks him up, resting him against his shoulder. Henry sometimes getting a bit possessive bc Maijabi is his favorite lodger and tries to groom his beard and hair because it's always so wild. Maijabi just getting used to carrying a basket around or an extra shirt where JR can hang in bc he is so clingy and always wants attention. The Lodgers joking that Jekyll JR can sense sadness like a shark can smell blood and immediately rushes towards them to cuddle the everloving fuck out of them. The Lodgers cooing over him and telling him that he is so smart when he accidentally saves them from disaster, making sure to give him extra treats. Henry prowling the Society where he suddenly meets Adam. Adam stops dead in his tracks, having never seen this tiny cat before and being thoroughly confused as to why he isn't running away from him. Henry immediately walking up to him and rubbing his face against his leg, Adam hesitantly crouching down and reaching out his hand and Henry continues to happily sniff them and rub his face against them in that "I'm going to rub my teeth against your hand so you are mine now and you can't do anything about it" kinda way, Adam being close to tears bc this is the first time a living thing hasn't immediately run in fear away from him, Henry immediately using him as a stepping stool and climbing his arm until he can lounge over his broad shoulders, which quickly becomes his favorite nap spot.

(Adam secretly being very very amused when this tiny lil cat loves him immediately but hisses at Frankenstein)

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Catboy Henry my beloved <3 Henry often not noticing how long he lets his nails grow until he accidentally scratches a Lodger (or the Lodgers clip his claws in cat form and it suddenly feels like his nails are going down to his bone. He never forgives them for that, even if he reluctantly accepts the treats). Loving to run his hand through his own hair with the perfect excuse that he is just making sure it doesn't get in his eyes. Him being so caught up in an experiment he doesn't notice that happy little butt wiggle he makes when he is focused. Him just being very loud and very yelly whenever someone isn't listening or giving him attention (although it's much more whiney and "PaaaaYyYYY aaaAAaAattention to meeEEeEEeEEE" kinda way). Just... Oh my god. Such an adorable lil bastards sjdfhsjdfh jshd <3<3<3

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I have a feeling his instincts would get the best of him and he would start hunting the rodents around the Society when he is bored or hungry. Sometimes he sees a Lodger staying up late and the cat in him decides that they are not taking care of themselves and if they aren't taking care of themselves, they need food. Or that they have done such a good job and they deserve a reward. Maybe the longer he stays in cat form the more he gets into that "cat mindset" and doesn't realize what he just did until he is human again. Just... Drags a dead mouse over to a Lodger, jumps onto their table, proudly sets it down, and yells for them to get a snack. Maybe he would do a good job at hunting the invisible mice around the Society? Hyde definitely would hunt and bring in dead animals just because, although mostly bc he wants to show off his hunting skills. Him parading injuries and running away when people try to help him is so on brand sdfsdfsdfs

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Griffin's cat loving Henry more than Griffin my beloved <3 Griffin realizing quite quickly that if he can't find his cat, they're with Henry. Griffin being so confused as to why his cat was never scared of Henry when they were even scared of Maijabi and Lavender. Griffin wondering if his cat genuinely fell in love with Jekyll JR bc he always finds them cuddled up together. Would Henry be able to understand Griffin's cat and be able to speak with them? Would he understand other animals as well? Jekyll and Cat having a deep conversation about the best lodger to cuddle or who gives them the best treats <3

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Hey Hon! I was wondering if you could do a request? No rush on this one :) I will say this one is a bit personal bc I tend to do this A LOT 😅 Cal comforting the reader after being hard on herself? Maybe the reader was working on Cal’s saber, ends up breaking it more (unintentionally) and once everyone is asleep, she locks herself in her own room and cries? Thanks hon! 🥺💖

Hi again Hon~! I’ve had this request of yours sitting in my inbox for long because I was too indulged in completing “A Path I Can’t Follow”!! ;;A;; sorry for the long wait, but I hope it’s worth it with this fic I’ve finally made at your request! 😁 As always, thank you always for sending me your love and support, you sweetpea! 🥰🤗🥺💖

“Perseverance Over Pride”

Tags: Self-doubting! Reader

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The roar of the Jotaz can be heard in the entire crash site.

As if one wasn’t already enough, a swarm of Scazz popped out of their burrows and joined in. You and Cal were already busy in dealing with the larger enemy, the least you could do was Force-push the vermin away for the meantime.

“[Y/N], DUCK!”

You ducked and rolled away from his general direction, he sears the Jotaz’s arm that was supposed to be a heavy strike for you—once again, you were saved by Cal’s quicker reflexes. You finished it off by crippling the sack of blubber’s hind leg, the result made the creature stagger and Cal finally drove his lightsaber across its rotund belly.

It gave one last ear-shattering howl before falling dead on the ground. You’re still lying on your back, propping yourself on one wobbly elbow as you stared at the motionless Jotaz, gasping for air as you register the fact that it almost had you if it weren’t for Cal.

A hand appeared in your periphery, you looked up and saw Cal. You clutched his forearm as he did you, then pulled you up back on your feet.

“Thanks,” you gasped.

“Don’t mention it,”

Before Cal would clip his hilt on his belt, you heard the tiniest crackle. Quickly, your eyes were searching for the sound until you saw little sparks emitting from Cal’s saber. You exclaimed which immediately caught his attention, he followed the direction of your eyes and saw that his hilt had been severely damaged.

“Aww crap…” Cal hissed, unclipping it again and cradled it in his hands. His eyes shifted between you and his broken lightsaber. “Could… Could you… fix it this time?”

At a loss for words, you shot him a surprised and puzzled look.

“I… I busted my soldering iron, and I’ve been meaning to get a spare, but I couldn’t find in any of the workbenches we’ve passed by,” he added.

He places the hilt on your hands, you brought it closer to you for examination. You looked around the place and saw that the two of you were in the middle of the crash site by the lake.

“Well, all of the workbenches are obviously far from here. The safest is back at the Mantis. We’re gonna have to go through the ice caves again,”

He groaned jokingly, you playfully cup his cheeks and ran your thumbs across them.

“Oh, come on, you big baby!”

“Your big baby,”

You scoffed coyly and motioned to him to follow you.

With Cal unable to fend for himself, the least he could do was use his Force abilities, but using them still take a toll on him, rendering him fully incapable of combat. You take the lead, taking down anything that stands in the way between the both of you and the elevator.

“Look, the Jedi are here!”

“Take cover!” you cry out, slipping behind the rock walls as the torpedo ejects from the barrel of the launcher.

Thanks to his quick reflexes, Cal easily lifted one of the cargo boxes and threw it to the Stormtrooper reloading the rocket launcher in a panic. The two of you bolted towards the elevator, jumping across the Stormtrooper’s incapacitated body, and then stomped on the pressure plate to make the elevator work.

For the duration of the elevator ride, while catching your breath, you took another good long look at the broken lightsaber. The sparks have ceased to spew from the hilt’s insides, but the ends of the wires are cooked and have crumpled out of shape.

“The Jotaz sure did a number on the old thing,” you weighed the saber on your hand up and down.

“If Master Tapal would see that now, he’d really give me a scolding,”

“Has he ever scolded you before?”

Cal jokingly extended and then curled his fingers on both of his hands, “I don’t exactly have enough digits in my hands to count all the times that he did.”

His joke warranted a chuckle out of you.

“Quite the troublemaker, are you?”

“Eh, can’t avoid it even if I wanted to,” he shrugged and did his trademark stance with his hands on his waist while slightly shifting his weight on one leg.

“I thought you liked bad boys,” he added.

You scoffed as you coyly rolled your eyes to fix them at him, and there he was glancing back at you, you notice his eyes moving up and down—examining your entire person. You looked away, still smiling.

The elevator rumbled a hollow clang sound as it stopped for the doors to open. The way back to the Mantis wasn’t long enough. The shortcut from the ice caves to the landing pad was just a hop, skip, and a jump away. A pair of Scazz hissed and hunched their backs at the sight of you and Cal, but they lasted only ten seconds by your blade.

You finally got to the landing pad and met with the others.

“Back so soon?”

You presented the broken lightsaber in front of Cere as an answer. For good measure, you even tried to switch it on—the emitter flashed the beam for only five seconds before it was totally busted.

“Ah, I see,”

Upon entering the ship, Cal helped himself with a cup of water while you readily strode into the room but Cal snatched you by the hand and stopped you in your tracks.

“Whoa, hey, slow down there! There’s no rush on fixing that,”

“Are you sure?”

“Sweetie, we barely had time to really catch our breaths,”

You rolled your eyes pensively, “Now that you’ve mentioned it—it kinda seems that way.”

“It’s about time we take a breath, don’t you think so?”

You set down the busted lightsaber and Cal slowly reeled you in, letting you sit on his lap, whilst you gingerly combed his silken, ginger hair. He mouthed the words “Come here” in a whisper, sneakily closed in on you for a kiss which you gladly returned. You prodded your tongue into his mouth for good measure, in return, you could feel the smile in the middle of his kiss and feel his tongue dip into your own mouth.

When you pulled, you followed up with a little kiss on his forehead and found him staring back at you with his soulful, puppy eyes.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, it’s just… Have I told you how pretty you are?”

“Well, in the average count of at least twice a day, you’re short on one,” you played along.

The smirk that curled along his lip was tender albeit boyishly mischievous, he brushed away your hair to the back of your ear as he cooed.

“It’s your eyes that’s always been my favorite. You’re just so pretty, really.”

You smiled back, bit your lip at him and playfully patted his shoulder.

“I have to get this thing done if you wanna be on the move again,” you chuckled, then stood up from his lap to take the busted lightsaber from the table, he still had his grasp on you but smoothly slid off as you walked into the room.

Cal knew that you were the type of person who wants some time alone when working on something, he has been sensing the determination swelling in you ever since he asked you to repair it. You began taking it apart in a sequential order from the emitter to the sleeve on both sabers. More of the damage was seen when you’ve removed each part, especially the circuitry that’s nestled just underneath the switch—where the Jotaz had made its mark.

Apart from the destroyed wiring, the Jotaz also managed to sever the parts located within the second saber’s handle and majority of those parts conducted the power of the kyber, hence the short-lived flashing of the blade that you demonstrated to Cere minutes ago—and this only to name a few of the damages that the Jotaz has made on the saber.

“Wow, and I thought Nydaks were the worse ones,” you muttered under your breath. “Turns out they’re just the same, I suppose.”

Keeping your eyes glued on the cross-section of the lightsaber, your hands blindly rummaged on the toolbox for wire cutters and small tongs, then you pawed the storage compartment where the spare lightsaber parts are—to your dismay, there were a few internal parts that were lacking from the box.

This calls for some improvisation, and unfortunately, you’ve got little to work with.

You sigh at the realization that this is going to be a long day.

To save time, you decide that it was best to start with the ones that you can already take care of—such as replacing the wires. Your fingers gently tugged off the cooked and severed wires to replace the fresh ones, your fingers elaborately wrapped the strands together and fitted them through the narrow space between the pair of cycling field energizers.

It has been hours since you started working—two and a half hours at that, thanks to the damage done whether big or small—even so, you still feel like you haven’t done enough. You’ve poured all of your focus on the lightsaber that you didn’t sense Cal coming from behind. He slipped one arm around your waist.

“Hey,” he cooed, greeting you with a kiss on your cheek. “You’re awfully busy.”

“No thanks to that Jotaz, he didn’t exactly made this easy for me. Look!”

“Looks pretty bad,”

“That’s because it is, and I think I’d have to improvise on some of the parts. I just hope there’s spare internal parts in here,”

While he nestled his chin on your shoulder, you took some of the damaged parts and show him, out of the blue you were lecturing him about lightsaber components, what needs to be replaced, what parts are hard to find, and the like.

“Uh-huh…” he hummed, you felt his fingers brush away your hair from your shoulders and he teasingly planted kisses on your neck; goosebumps pelt your arms as the grip on both of your hands weakened.

“Cal,” you clicked your tongue, hinting the sternness in your voice.

He hummed again, his lips climbing their way from your jaw up to your cheeks while his free hand caressed the other side of your neck, his fingernails closely scratching the base of your scalp. By impulse, you slightly shift your neck to give more access for his lips.

“Not while I’m working,” you moaned.

He stopped but buried his face into the flesh of your shoulder. You chuckled suggestively and finally had the strength to pull away and twirled to face him.

“Playtime can wait,”

“That can wait,” he pointed over your shoulder with his eyes.

“Both can wait,” you fiddled with the buckles of his armor as you spoke. “I’d rather have nothing else on my mind by that time.”

“Alright then, princess. But you’ll be there for lunch, right? Greez is cooking something good—or so he says,”

“I will,”

You return to your work as soon as Cal left the room. You made a mental list of the parts that need replacing and continue with what you can at the moment. You contemplate what you can scavenge among the crates in that derelict hangar; if push comes to shove, then the Imperial bases situated in the mountains and even in the ice caves became options.

A couple more hours pass, you could hear Greez’s chatter accompanied with the clattering of plates and utensils—that’s the cue for dinner—and you start putting away the things in one corner.

“Lunch is ready,”

“Yeah, I’m coming,”

Cal scooped you up—you squealed in reaction—away from the workbench and easily marched out of the room with you in tow. The two of you made it to the table and had a helping of Greez’s stew. Of course, it’s not a meal without some conversation.

“So, [y/n],” Cere initiated. “How’s the lightsaber repair coming along?”

“Surprisingly tough,”

“Oh? How so?”

“The Jotaz that Cal fought managed to get its claws into the internal parts,”

“Like what?” Cal joined in before taking a spoonful of food into his mouth.

“The energy channel, you know that very narrow tube where the kyber’s energy goes through until the emitter? I still have to figure out how to fix that with what little we have in the inventory,”

Merrin, as inquisitive as she always is, asked more about the elaborate details in creating a Jedi’s weapon—answers came from the three of you, speaking from their own experiences. The conversation over meals became more animated as memories turned into stories to be shared over the table.

In your mind, you agreed to Cal that this was a good time to lay low for a while and take the time to avert yourself from action. It may or may not be indefinite, but at least you managed to rest your body and mind from all the strenuous action.

Immediately after dinner and helping with the dishes, you went to the derelict hangar and then ransacked the crates stashed there.

“Nerf fur… Mineral ores… Metals: large. No, that’s not it. Metals: parts and pieces, here we go!” you unconsciously read aloud the labels and exclaimed at the last one.

Upon opening the lid, your eyes lit up like a Weequay pirate finding a whole shipment of spices. There’s got to be several variants of metals in this box! You scooped up a handful of parts, take some little pickings that may fit your needs, and then returning them all back into the sea of parts—this cycle continued on for a time until you’ve ticked off majority in your mental list.

“Okay, that’s that,”

You returned to the ship and back into the workbench you went. Finally—and hopefully—having the much-needed parts. Cal paused from practicing on Cere’s hallikset to watch you come in the Mantis, acknowledge him with a smile and then disappeared into the room.

“Wow, she’s really busy with that. I hope she doesn’t stress herself over it,” Cal thought out loud, absentmindedly strumming the instrument.

The collected parts scattered on the workbench placemat and continued with the progress you’ve left behind. You were feeling good about this. Your hands were working at a brisk pace; while the lightsaber gradually returns to its original state, so did your confidence.

The final step was meditating over it—in a true Jedi fashion. Hovering both of your hands over the dormant lightsaber, you channeled your focus and your Force energy to the weapon. Images of the lightsaber, inside and out, flashed behind your eyes; you willed it to respond to your Force, remembering the teachings of Master Yoda from the time you participated in your Gathering.

“Please,” you mouthed, with only the ‘s’ whistling through the thin gap of your teeth.

Click.

You slowly open your eyes and looked at the saber sitting still on the placemat. There was a pang of hesitation when you reached for the weapon.

Is this doubt I feel? It can’t be… Not when I’ve finished it! You thought to yourself when your fingertip were mere centimeters away from touching the hilt.

Your fingers curled around the sleeve, then gently nestled the center of your thumb to the switch’s button. You mentally counted down from three, closed your eyes by the time you counted two, and then took a deep breath after whispering one. The weight of your thumb pressed against the button… and then hum of the blade sung once it was ignited.

It was a small feat, but an achievement nonetheless. You gently swung it around and its purr was silky smooth. You admired the beam, a blinding beacon inside the narrow bedroom… and then it died off voluntarily—along with your celebratory smile, in exchange, your eyes widened.

[thestorytellerofkpop]

Title: Elysian

Word Count: 2.7k+

Rating: M

Genre: Realistic fantasy, eventual smut

Warnings: None in this chapter~

Pairings: BTS OT7 x Reader

Summary: In life, it is rare when another person touches your heart, when their soul brushes with yours just like shooting stars that fall to the Earth. But them? Such a constellation was me to them, and them to me.

1, 2, 3 (coming soon)

You woke with a gasp, your eyes scuttling around your room only to release it was just you and Pan in your bed, no handsome mysterious stranger in sight. You sighed, falling back against your bed as your eyes roamed the ceiling. Your throat was parched and although you knew it was just a dream, waves of disappointment settled deep in your stomach when you knew you really were just alone. 

With a heavy sigh you heaved yourself out of bed, shuffling towards the bathroom as a shiver passed through your body. You really needed to get that thermostat fixed. You turned the faucet on your sink, bending down to splash the warm water over your skin as you washed your face. You smiled at the thought of the dream you had while you patted your face dry, remembering the way the man looked with his tousled hair, his rich, dark eyes and those lips.

You screamed.

You whipped your head around, then turned to stare back into the mirror. The face you had seen in the glass was not yours, but the man from your dreams. But, in the brief glace you had got, he seemed to have gotten softer features and even fuller lips. You were just imagining things. You groaned, rubbing your eyes as you continued on with your day, dressing and eating before calling Pan over with a sharp whistle. He came trotting over happily, tongue lolling out the corner of his mouth as you clipped his leash onto his collar. 

You exited through the back door, admiring your garden and how the violets were blooming nicely as you guided Pan out the back gate. You savored the feeling of the morning sun on your cheeks, allowing Pan to stop and sniff at the foliage so he could find an appropriate spot to do his business. You walked up the block, then the next, following the usual route back home when Pan suddenly stopped.

“Pan?” you leaned down to pet his head, eyes shining with concern. “What’s wrong buddy?”

Then, with a strength you didn’t know your dog had, he yanked himself out of your grasp and ran up the street, disappearing from your sight.

“Pan!” you yelled, chasing after your dog, whistling to try and get him to come back to you. You had ran all the way back to your house, huffing when you saw Pan sitting at your back gate, but he wasn’t alone.

“Pan!” you were out of breath, and your yell resembled more of a wheeze and came out more comical than intimidating. Clearly Pan thought the same since he continued to sniff the other dog standing at your back gate.

“Is this your dog?” the man holding onto his own dog’s leash asked. You nodded, unable to speak as you caught your breath. He chuckled along with the man next to him.

“He just came running up to us as we were passing by,” the second man smiled. “He got away from ya huh?”

“Yes,” you gasped, mustering a smile for the two incredibly attractive men. “Thank you for watching him as I caught up.”

“It’s no problem at all, it was our pleasure.” the second man purred, taking a tentative step towards you. You raised your eyebrow at his change of voice, suddenly noticing the same buzzing feeling from yesterday deep in the pit of your stomach.

“Just be careful, you wouldn’t want to lose this precious creature again.” the first man smirked, and you suddenly felt the urge to hide.

“Well, thank you, but I really need to get going…” you opened the back gate, ushering Pan inside the backyard when you felt a warmth engulf your hand. You gasped and looked down at the hand resting over yours on the gate. That warmth. That same warmth from yesterday. The first man gave you a dazzling smile, gently removing his hand from yours. 

“Have a wonderful day.” the first said.

“And be careful today, you never know what may happen.” the second smirked.

You nodded, scuttling in through your back gate, making sure to release Pan from his leash before you ran inside your house. You tried to catch your breath, placing your hand over your heart to try and stop its frantic beating, as if that would do anything. Pan jumped in the house through his doggy door, gently nudging your leg so he could squeeze past you and into the kitchen. You shook your head. You locked your back door, switching your sneakers for heels while grabbing the car keys by the main door and ran to your car, looking out the widows to make sure the man was well gone before backing out of the driveway and making your way into the city for work.

The morning was uneventful, filled with the same old meetings, the same old paperwork, the same routine as always. You and your heart were forever grateful to fall back into that routine, allowing your mind to drift from the odd events from your morning. With your routine, you followed one of your female co-workers to a coffee shop across the street during your lunch break. Sure, she was annoying, and a little boring, but it was better than eating somewhere alone. 

“Ma’am?”

You smiled apologetically in the direction of the cashier, moving up your place in line.

“Sorry, I guess my head was caught in the cl-”

There was a new guy at the register. Gone was the normal forty-something year-old man who would ramble about his wife and kids and then throw in a free cookie afterwards for allowing him to talk to someone, anyone, during his shift. In instead was a beautiful man, with hair as dark as night and eyes that seemed even darker than that. It was a stark contrast to his paler skin; he almost looked ghostly. His uniform was crisp and underwhelming compared to the other employees whos aprons were decorated in colors, doodles and pins. His was black instead of the tan normality of the shop’s uniform, with the logo pressed neatly into the fabric in delicate white stitching. 

“It’s quite alright, ma’am. Would you like to try our new Mystic Drink?” he rested his elbows on the counter, his eyes trained on your facial expressions.

“What’s in it?” you asked as he slid a small sample cup towards you with his pointer finger. The corners of his lips rose as you raised it up near your lips to inspect it.

Drink it…

You paused your sniffing of the drink to look up at the new guy, your eyebrow arching up in surprise.

“Did you say something?” you asked. The man shook his head.

“So, the drink? What’s in it?” you repeated as you stared curiously into the ruby red liquid.

“The base is coconut milk, with strawberry, mango, pomegranate-”

You pushed the drink back forcefully, almost spilling it onto the counter in your haste to get it away from you. The new guy didn’t seem fazed by you reaction, rather, his smirk just grew wider as your heart pounded in your chest.

“Sorry. But no thank you. Pomegranate and I have not had a good relationship. I’ll just take a caramel macchiato.”

The man nodded, his smirk ever present as he took your payment. You grabbed your coffee, ignoring his pointed stare as you joined your co-worker at a small table by the window.

You couldn’t care less about whatever nonsense your co-worker was spewing about, opting instead to glance around the coffee shop to try and stop your beating heart. You found the figure of a man, no older than yourself, sipping on something hot as his other hand held a book. You couldn’t make out the title, but saw the faint outlines of thought bubbles on the cover, was he reading something about the mind or was it just one of those obscure fiction novels? He suddenly looked up and caught your eyes.

Behind is golden wired glasses, you found caramel orbs staring back at you, partially shrouded by blonde clouds of hair. Then he was moving, dropping his book and oh no, making his way over to you. Your co-workers voice stopped as the attractive man took your hand, leading you out of the coffee shop and away from the crowds of lunch rushers. You should have protested, but something was drawing you to him. His hand held that same warmth you’ve been feeling all day, settling deep into your stomach as he guided you down the street and into a plaza, sitting you down on the nearest bench he could find. 

“You’re so beautiful, so stunning and captivating, I couldn’t help but have you all to myself for just a moment. I want you, I desire you, I need-”

“Y/N!”

You looked up at your co-worker who was eyeing you worriedly.

“Get your head out of the clouds. You’re gonna fall if you keep that up.” she said, gesturing her hand to all of you.

You looked down and flushed. You were leaning in your chair to the point the chair was leaning with you, its hind legs sticking up in the air. You placed your chair down with a loud clang, making your co-worker flinch. You saw the guy across the shop look at you, before turning away to giggle behind his book. You felt the rising shame and embarrassment hanging over your shoulders at the intense daydream you had, and about a complete stranger nonetheless. 

“I think I’m going to head back early,” you told your co-worker, ignoring her words and leaving the coffee shop as quick as you could, your heels clicking rapidly down the street.

Just keep chasing those pavements, angel…

“Oh no, not again,” you mumbled to yourself. Those whispers were back again, light and airy and oh so delectable as the words traveled down the back of your neck and spine, leaving warmth in their wake like the breath of a fleeting kiss. You felt much too hot, and you quickened your pace to get back to your office building.

This ain’t lust, we know this is love…

You almost sobbed in relief when you saw a busker sitting outside your office building, singing softly and strumming on a guitar. You weren’t hearing things, obviously, you were perfectly fine and sane. You were about to pass him by, to enter your work and just forget about all the oddities that had happened when something stopped you, your hand outstretched towards the door. 

His guitar seemed to call out to you, gently weeping and crying out for you just to stay for a little while, that the world could wait just five minutes so you could listen to what he had to say. The air around him was buzzing so beautifully, capturing you in such a trance that you didn’t even remember walking back towards him, or sitting on the ground in front of him just to get closer, ever so closer to him and his voice. 

His fingers moved delicately over the strings, his dark hair covering his eyes as he moved to the rhythm, his bare foot thumping along to the beat of the song. He didn’t seem to pay you any mind, focusing his entire being into his singing and his music. Oh but were you focusing so intently on him, on the wing earrings he wore, and how his white jeans hugged his thighs so beautifully, a stark contrast to the flowing golden shirt he wore on top. And how you couldn’t help but lean in closer, closer, closer, to his music, to his voice, to him.

“And as I fly around in circles, and as my back begins to tingle, I think, could this be it?”

Suddenly his eyes met yours, and you were drowning in the brightest, most stunning blue you had seen in your entire life. He smirked, his front teeth poking out to nibble on the corner of his cherry red lips as he strummed the last few notes from his guitar, seemingly content with himself. Even when his fingers stopped moving, his eyes didn’t waver from yours, much to your surprise he leaned in towards you. A cute smile laced his lips and you suddenly had the urge to just sit down in his lap, to kiss those lips, and-

“Best not act on those thoughts angel,” he whispered, sending you a flying wink. “Although, do you really think this could be it?”

The lyrics he said, the lyrics that he just sung moments ago, seemed to break you out of your trance. He giggled as you scrambled to your feet, smoothing out your skirt and looking to see if anyone was watching your outlandish behaviors. You spared him one last glance, mumbling something about how he was a wonderful performer and were about to leave him once again when…

“Miss?” he called.

You looked back at him. His bare foot was tapping against his empty guitar case, his blazing blue eyes pleading with you to help him out. You sighed, fishing out whatever loose bills you had to place them into his guitar case. As you leaned down to drop them, the busker grabbed your hand suddenly.

You drew in a sharp breath, feeling that same damn warmth crawling up your arm again. He licked his lips, gently taking the bills from your hand. He hummed, low and deep in the back of his throat before releasing you. The warmth dissipated, and you had to repress a whine and hold your hand back from reaching out to him again. He mumbled a thank you before picking up his guitar again, his hair covering up those blue eyes as you ran into the office, trying to gain as much distance from the beautiful boy as you could. 

She was so warm, so soft, oh what an angel she is

If I have to tell you to repress yourselves one more time…

Oh but how can we? When we’ve finally found our-

“Shut up!” you yelled, making a couple workers in the main lobby glance at you in concern. The voices had stopped. You apologized sheepishly before running to the elevator, hastily entering and pressing the button to your floor. 

As you rose into the sky, you could feel the vibrations you’ve been feeling all day intensify, and when you stepped out onto your floor, you were bombarded with sensations as the vibrations came to a crescendo. You were sweltering, perspiration beading at your forehead, your knees began to shake in an effort to hold you up, and your breathing came out in soft pants as you tried to regain the breath you had lost.

“Ah! Miss L/S, glad you’re back from lunch early!”

“Boss,” you whispered, leaning back up to full height to look him in the eye. When had you bent down?

“You don’t look so good, are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you mustered a smile. “You needed me?”

“Oh! No, not I. However, there are some men here that are interested in your work.”

This had to be the best news you had gotten all day. You pushed the weakness of your body to the back of your mind at the thought of finally leaving this boring job.

“That’s wonderful! But, wouldn’t it be a loss for the company in losing me?”

“Oh yes Miss L/S, you are one of our most valued workers,” your boss gave you a kind smile, placing a hand on your shoulder as he guided you to his office. You ignored how the vibrations, somehow, became even stronger.

“However, I will not be upset if you decide to turn in your resignation letter and work for these gentlemen.”

He opened the door to office, allowing you to enter first. Seven pairs of eyes turned to face you, and the minimal breath you had whooshed out of your lungs.

“No, this is…”

Your mind went in to overdrive and before you had finished your thought, darkness overtook your mind as you fainted onto the cheap carpet beneath your feet. As your boss started to freak, the seven other men in the room just stood in shock, for you were more beautiful in the flesh, and like your own, their minds short circuited at the thought of you finally being there with them, for the rest of their lives. 

[leiascully]

if you're taking fic requests (sorry if you're not) could you write a post-revival fic where william is staying with mulder and scully in the unremarkable house and mulder wakes up in the middle of the night hearing william wandering around downstairs having gotten up to let daggoo out and also he couldn't sleep and he and mulder talk

Timeline: Post Season 11Rating: PGCharacters: Jackson, Mulder, DaggooA/N:  Better late than never?

The floor creaks and Mulder is awake instantly.  Scully just mumbles and turns over as he eases out of bed.  He doesn’t know how she sleeps through these things.  Maybe she’s just more righteous than he is, or maybe it’s his lifetime of insomnia still nudging him out of his dreams.  Maybe it’s the pregnancy.  She has seemed exhausted lately.  He picks up his weapon from the bedside table and pulls a clip out of the drawer.  Better safe than sorry, he thinks as he slots it in.  They’ve had more than a few unwelcome visitors the past few years.  He slides his feet into his slippers and pads down the hallway.  At least he wasn’t sleeping in the nude tonight.

There’s definitely someone in the house.  There’s a light on in the kitchen and Mulder can see a shadow.  Daggoo is barking quietly, these little excited sounds.  He doesn’t sound upset.  Mulder creeps down the stairs one at a time, sliding the clip into his weapon.  

“It’s just me,” Jackson says as Mulder comes down the stairs.   Mulder knocks the clip back out of his weapon and tucks the weapon and the clip in separate pockets of his pajamas.  Jackson stands in the doorway to the kitchen, Daggoo’s leash in his hand.  Daggoo prances beside him, and Jackson stoops to pick up the little dog.  Daggoo licks at his face and whines.

“I didn’t know you were here,” Mulder tells him.  

Jackson shrugs.  “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, buddy,” Mulder says.  “But text next time.  Send a psychic message.  Postcard.  Skywriting.  Whatever.”

“I see why she likes you,” Jackson says.  “The dog needed to go out.”

“Daggoo,” Mulder says.

“Excuse me?” Jackson says.  It’s hard to think of him that way.  It’s hard not to call him William, especially when Mulder can see himself in that face.  Mulder wishes he could sling his arm around his boy, ruffle his hair, all that dad shit.  He didn’t know what he was giving up when he left.  

“Daggoo,” Mulder repeats.  “The dog.  Daggoo.  It’s a Moby Dick thing.”

“Call me Ishmael.”  Jackson nods.  “On an insane quest to reclaim your manhood.  I get it.”

“Scully named it,” Mulder says.  “Her dad - your grandfather - he was in the Navy.  It was their thing.  He called her Starbuck.”

“Like the coffee?” Jackson asks.

“Like the first mate in Moby Dick,” Mulder says.  “I take it you never actually read it.”

“Not even the Spark Notes,” Jackson says.  “I’m going to take this little guy outside.”

Mulder nods.  “I’m going to make some cocoa.  It helps me sleep.  I think it’s part of getting old.  You want some?”

“Okay,” Jackson says.  “It’s like eighty degrees outside, but why not.”

“That’s the spirit,” Mulder says.  He turns his back deliberately on Jackson as a sign of trust and gets the milk out of the fridge.  Instead of powdered packets, he reaches for a box of Abuelita and unwraps the tablet.  It clanks into the pan.  He’s learned to let it melt first, so he doesn’t aggravate his shoulder trying to whisk it into submission.  Growing older is ridiculous.  He expected he wouldn’t be able to fling himself after suspects the way he used to when he and Scully met, but he didn’t think making hot chocolate would potentially incapacitate him.  He pours in the milk and puts the carton back in the fridge.  Domestic life is much easier when all parties agree on where things are supposed to be.  At least the milk has never been a struggle.  Depending on how long Jackson stays, it might become one, but that’s a small price to pay for the opportunity to get to know his son.  Their son.  The Van de Kamps’ son.

He’s still whisking when Jackson returns, Daggoo panting beside him.

“If you’ve got any smoking to do,” Mulder says without turning, “keep it on the porch.  It’s been a dry summer.  Nobody wants any fires.”

Jackson unclips Daggoo’s leash.  “Noted.”  He settles into a chair.  Daggoo prances on his hind legs, trying to get into Jackson’s lap, and Jackson scratches behind his ears.  “That’s pretty chill for a professional narc.”

“You’re not in my jurisdiction,” Mulder says, whipping up a froth on the top of the cocoa.  He turns off the burner.  “I save my narc powers for breaking up global conspiracies that threaten all of humanity.”  

“Respect,” says Jackson.  Mulder pours the cocoa from the pan into two mugs and sets one in front of Jackson.  He puts the pan in the sink and runs water into it before he pulls up a chair for himself.   He thinks about telling Jackson that Scully used to smoke, just to shock him, but he’ll save that moment for her.  It would be easy to be overzealous, trying to catch up on all the years he’s missed.  His son isn’t a baby; he’s a young adult, and he’s been on his own.  He has to meet Jackson where he is, on Jackson’s terms, or he’ll probably vanish into the night like a heartbreaking vision.

“It seems like it’s a little late to pull the dad act anyway,” Mulder says.  “Look at you.  All grown up and manipulating minds.”

Jackson shrugs and sips at his cocoa.  He makes a face as it burns his tongue.  “It’s a living.”

“You know you’re going to have a sibling?” Mulder asks.  

“Yeah,” Jackson says.  “Congrats, I guess.”  

“We don’t have to do family stuff,” Mulder says.  He picks up his cocoa.  “You did show up here, though.  My psychology degree was a long time ago, but that seems to suggest you have some kind of interest.”

Jackson sighs.  “It’s not like this is easy, man.”

“I get it,” Mulder says.  “The last time I saw you, you were less than a week old.  I mean, the last time I saw you before your life of crime began.  I don’t have a lot of practice being a dad, and I was a shitty son myself.”  He takes a swallow of cocoa.  “Not that you’re a shitty son.”

“I am, though,” Jackson says.  “My parents are dead.”

“You didn’t kill them,” Mulder says.

“I didn’t save them,” Jackson counters.

“I know how that feels,” Mulder says.  “Believe it or not.”

“I can’t hear you,” Jackson says.  “Not like I can hear her.”

“My dad was shot by my former partner,” Mulder tells him.  “Not Scully.  A rat named Krycek, who was part of the whole global conspiracy that I kept pushing up against.  My mom killed herself.  I never called her back the last time she wanted to talk.  I don’t know if that would have changed anything.  Oh, and I shot my biological father for killing you, or so I thought at the time.  Glad I was wrong.  Also glad I shot him.”

“Fuck, man,” Jackson says, and pauses, as if he’s waiting for Mulder to scold him.  Mulder just gazes levelly at his son, trying to take in every detail.  

“You didn’t kill your parents,” he says. 

“Guess not,” Jackson says.  He wraps his hands around his mug even though it’s warmish in the kitchen.  “You gonna ask me why I’m here?”

“I figured you’d get to that,” Mulder says.

“You gonna wake her up?” Jackson asks.

“She doesn’t need to know you were here if you’re not planning on staying,” Mulder says, looking straight into Jackson’s eyes.  They’re shaped a little like his own.  It’s uncanny, after all those years of clones.

“You protect her,” Jackson says.

“We protect each other,” Mulder corrects.  “Twenty-five years and counting.  It goes both ways.”

“I don’t know why I’m here,” Jackson says.  “There wasn’t anywhere else to go.”

“We’ve got a spare room,” Mulder says.  “You’re always welcome.”

“Even if there’s a warrant out on me?” Jackson asks.

Mulder shrugs.  “I haven’t seen one.  It’s not like those DoD types haven’t come knocking before.”

“I guess,” Jackson says.

“I’m not trying to whip out my credentials here,” Mulder says, “but you ever seen one shot and faked your own death using his corpse?  And that was how far we were willing to go before we had kids.  I’m not gonna let anything happen to you if I can help it.”

“That’s hard core,” Jackson says.  

“You didn’t get it all from your momma,” Mulder says.  “Or your other parents.”

“If I stay, do I have to talk about it?” Jackson asks. 

“The fact we thought you were dead?” Mulder asks.  “Not yet.”

“That’s fair,” Jackson says after a moment.

“She’s going to be so happy to see you,” Mulder says.  “She cries at everything right now, by the way, so don’t take it personally.  I saw her get weepy at a commercial for paper towels the other day.”

“I’ll be happy to see her too,” Jackson says.  “Uh, thanks, I guess.  For not shooting me when I showed up at your house with no notice in the middle of the night, and, uh, picked your lock.”

“A skill every growing boy needs,” Mulder says.  “Trust me, kiddo, I’ve had a lifetime of stuff weirder than you to deal with.”

“That’s probably good,” Jackson says.  “I mean, you’re prepared, right?”

“As prepared as anyone can be for parenthood,” Mulder says with a wink.  He takes a long drink of cocoa.  It really is soothing.  “You ready for bed?  You got stuff?”

Jackson jerks his head toward a ratty backpack in the corner of the kitchen.  “Just that.  I might stay up for a while.  Not really tired.”

“TV remote’s in the basket,” Mulder says.  “Not too loud, okay?  Your mom needs her sleep, with the baby.”

“You sure you haven’t been practicing this dad stuff?” Jackson asks, with a lopsided grin Mulder recognizes.  

Mulder smiles.  “Only in my head,” he says.  He finishes his cocoa and puts his mug in the sink.  “Let me show you your room.”

They cleaned out his old study together, when Scully moved back in.  It’s a lot less cluttered now.  His clippings are in a filing cabinet and his books are on shelves.  There was enough room for a pull-out sofa bed, one of those IKEA creations that looks a little too modern for the space.  It’s pretty comfortable, though, or it was when they stretched out on it in the store.  Mulder pulls out the mattress and take the sheets out of the storage compartment.  He flips out the sheet, nodding to Jackson to take the other edge, and they make up the bed together.  

“Bathroom’s around the corner,” Mulder says.  “Extra pillows on the couch if you need ‘em.”

“Thanks,” Jackson says.      

“You’re welcome,” Mulder says.  “I mean it.  You’re welcome whenever.”  He turns.  “This old man is going back to bed.  See you in the morning.”

“Mulder?” Jackson says, and Mulder looks over his shoulder at him.  He can see the delicacy of Scully’s bone structure in Jackson’s face, and something of her graceful precision in the way Jackson moves.  “You’re not a shitty dad.”

“I’ll try to keep that streak going,” Mulder says.  “Good night, buddy.”

“Good night,” Jackson says.  

[askgloobybendy-blog]

How GB came to be

A creator of a cartoon, he stayed there quietly as he tapped the pencil on his hollow desk. It made a echo in the empty wooden building that had a labyrinth of halls. " No no no...these designs...are horrible!" The creator yelled in fustration," why must this ink machine be so damn hard and fustrating! That damn wolf was hard enough...but this devil!" He continued pounding his hand hard on the empty desk. " Drew, are you alright?" Another male's voice came in as a click and clap of brown leather shoes came into the view of the fustrated artist. " No I'm not henry this ink machine! This damn ink machine makes my ideas into Goopy messes...but I'm gonna make this....this....demon into a real success!" Drew spoke almost as if has gone insane, he had bags under his eyes. Was he really not sleeping over a stupid cartoon that won't even get far in this world...yes....yes he was. " Drew I need to talk to you about something" henry spoke," no I need you Henry! Look at these papers of this dancing demon! Tell me...which one is...worthy of this show?" The artist spoke grabbing the piles of paper and swing his arm around the other man's neck. Henry glanced as he looked through," well...this will do..But-" Henry couldn't continue as the insane man grabbed the paper of the demon that had a head on a cresint moon and a bow of a old candy rapper, it had gloves of white and wide smile. " This...this will be perfect Henry! Kid friendly happy demon...bendy! Bendy the dancing demon!" Drew laughed as he hurried off. Henry watch," shit..." He mumbled under his breath," I really need to leave this place" he continue. "Bendy the dancing demon...of this will make a hit! Kids will love this! A wolf and a demon together as buddies who would have ever thought...but...I need more power he will be more...bendy yes... this real life creation will sure give a great model look for my ideas of my clips...the music...that show!" The insane male laughed. He stood by the big ink messed up machine as he put in the design through a small slit in the machine he hurried off to another room past everything as he turned it on and hurried back. This running cause the power of how much ink to increase just a bit...or will...too much. A low sound soon a shake in the building came," yes yes!" Drew laughed as this machine slowly has this huge tear drop first come out...then soon this ink mess turned slowly into his s creation, it has a smile like look. It has the perfect body. But he stared at the legs seeming more of a hind legged dog standing up as he grabbed the paper from the machine and looked at it to the legs," damn it...this is the wrong one" he growled as he glanced at the accident creatures it looked find... Fixed completely but it's legs were different soon as it blinked a few times it stared at drew," who....am.....I?" It asked," you are no other then a accident!" Drew growled as he passed the machine," this will have to be fixed...better....the orginal drawing...I grabbed the wrong one!" He yelled loudly. The wrong picture now a creature looked at the person that walked off," a.... accident...a..." He looked over at the ink...he was talking about almost as tall as the machine a little smaller," a Glooby.... accident" the creature continued as it started to walk seeing a poster of a demon on a different desk then the one drew was at, it had bendy the demon...." I am....bendy..." It mumbled," no you're not...!" Drew yelled as he held a axe and hit the creature in the leg causing it to fall and start to back off," b... but...creator... please I... I'm bendy" it spoke," no... you're not! You're are a mess! Just like the others!" He snapped as he swung it again this time on the hand," enough drew!" Henry spoke," leave it be! Just out it on the bottom floor with the others" he continued," fine!" Drew yelled as looked at the accident creature," you will be ink!" He yelled as it was soon into ink...and left through the floor boards... gone falling it's way to the ground of the floor boards trapped... Scared..." I am a...Glooby... accident...but I am bendy...right?" The black and white creature mumbled as it looked at a gear to the side... They couldn't see through it's left eye as it grabbed it putting it in his eye with a force causing it to fall down a bit as it blinked slowly able to see. It stood up as one shelf it stood close by to scrapped his arm sharply causing it to make a ink like explosion but it was small... Luckily they were able to keep it up. There trapped in a small room it stays hidden scared to come out...he doesn't speak he is scared to be wrong when he does...he hasn't spoke in so long he has Forgotten how to be now.