#i went to the pet shop today for his food and as ever i got distracted by all the toys he could have if i wasn't so broke

[court-jobi]

Meal Prep

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Pairing: Bakugo x reader (biker!prohero reader, afab pronouns used)

Words: 5k

Rating: M | 18+ (begone, minor extras- it's too spicy for you, Kacchan says so)

Warnings: hand-holding sexy times, first time!Bakugou/reader, food and commitment as a love language, FEELINGS, accidental quirk use, pet names, piv smut, established relationship, wrap it up, this is fantasy

Summary:

Katsuki made you food; fuel and comfort all in one. He won’t let you touch that door handle in the car even if you’re the one driving, and calls you Angel Eyes like it’s your name. He’s not just the badass of the agency office who stuns you with his strength and resolve; he’s ready and willing to take a step beside you and do life together.  And you in turn want to be soft for him, want to give in and let him take care of you. That brand of love made you want to jump his bones.

A/N: It's spice, yall. Someone needs to rein their quirk in, and I'm not naming names (Katsuki Bakugou)

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When Bakugou turned to his side -feeling the hand at his lower back- and went to lift you up on the counter for some kisses, something just... came over you. 

Your moves were tame at first- rubbing his chest and shoulders at the moment’s reprieve. Just giving yourself sweetly into it. Now with his hands on you, he got really hard really fast, and made some quip about you getting fresh between shared ravishments of love. 

Sure, you were biting at his lips longer than usual. Sure, you were hanging onto him in a manner far more codependent than you'd ever claim to be. By the look in his eye, he wasn't ever gonna be caught complaining, though. You’ve  been stared at and longed after across any room you're in just as wantonly, and he's the first to second your opinion when it matters. He calls you every night he's away for missions, and stays his need to sleep just to be able talk to you while your time zones are flip-flopped. 

Although, it was rather hungry of you to be so enamored by him today: where even the simplest conversation about the prices of strawberries going up made you fall slack into him. 

He asks what brought this on~ 

"Just love having you here,” you surmised, “I– like not doing these things alone." 

You’d made the economical offer to cook together and split the bills. Since your diets were fairly similar anyway, you might as well buy in bulk. He was in an indulgent headspace tonight, since he’d been laying on the pet names thick all day; this, his rare day off. Yours is tomorrow, but you were fortunate enough to get off at a decent hour to get the grocery shopping done early- with him. 

– only Bakugou enforced a strict habit of insisting on taking care of the receipt at the store, but never letting you settle up your half. The ‘slip of the mind’ he suffered from the first time was no longer an accident, but a routine.

Now, two stacks of four portioned meals each lay side by side prepped in the fridge. Some additional protein packs top your stash to keep on hand between long night drives; small and compact, they help fuel you mid-mission so you don’t have another repeat of a blood sugar drop while enroute with a squad of heavyweight heroes making a cross-city trek. Bakugou preferred to pick out treats as a surprise in those meal kits. Trivial as gift giving goes, but it offers some enrichment to your otherwise predictable menu. You haven’t seen what he’d snuck in the cart underneath that bag of string beans this time, and just saw their packed away presence in the fridge, teasing you.

But back at the sink where he’d begun to wash up, you ignored their mystery. Now, you just wanted to show him how much he was appreciated.

Yes, something switched in your brain: making meals together, sharing cleanup duties, counting these little moments as blessings and feeling like life’s weight wasn't all just on you put you in a mood. You both might not have necessarily gotten too fresh before today, but this wasn’t simply a domestic dance with lust.

Katsuki made you food; fuel and comfort all in one. He won’t let you touch that door handle in the car even if you’re the one driving, and calls you Angel Eyes like it’s your name. He’s sharp and fast to stop you from doing something stupid, and was the loudest voice in the room when your top 20 ranking was announced across the agency conference table. He’s not just the badass of the agency office who stuns you with his strength and resolve; he’s ready and willing to take a step beside you and do life together. 

And you in turn want to be soft for him, want to give in and let him take care of you.

He wanted to show you he loved you; down to the grind of meal prepping on a Sunday night. That brand of love made you want to jump his bones.

Your adoring man nuzzles and talks to your neck, "Gettin' sappy again, angel."

He is down bad for you: no matter how sassy he makes the observation sound– that scratchy, rumble tone doesn’t help with your dizzying brain at all.

You offer up your neck a little, scratching along the base of his spine for full, soothing effect.

"Whass’wrong with that?" 

Bakugou simply purrs back happily.

"Cuz if you start saying shit like that, I'mma start sayin' shit. Shit I won't be able to stop spewing once I start."

"Maybe I don't want you to stop."

He senses your heart peeking through your words. Your eyes carry the message loud and clear, too, though they’re having a hard time staying open from the headrush. 

Lifting his heavy head, Bakugou studies you thoughtfully, before stepping into this soft side of yours.

"You don't want me to stop." 

Of course you don’t, so you shake your head.

"You want me to stay." 

Through a smile, you give your shy agreement. 

Even more vulnerable, Bakugou’s rare touch of a smile makes its appearance,

"You want me to stay forever? Make sure my lady's fed and happy?”

"Yes," you sink into him, happier than ever. 

"Looks like I'm staying then. Already made you dinner. Whaddya want me to do next?" 

"Hmm– kiss me?" 

Bakugou leans in to grant you your simple wish- but fully laps at your mouth instead. He means to entice, draw things out, make you want him that much more while giving himself nothing but torture at the same time. He’s used to making himself sweat; at least this was the fun simmer that didn’t burn.

The blonde moans low in his chest when you brush his cheek’s scar with your thumb. 

"Whaddya want, pretty girl,” Bakugou scoops you in close, memorizing this hot look of need you’re having right in the middle of chores, “What, y’want me to kiss you forever too?" 

Fixed on his lips -currently teased between his teeth- you give a rare curse that contrasted your sugar sweet demeanor, 

“Hell yes--" 

Kisses smash between you as sloppily as you want while he pulls you off the counter, over to the couch, and plops you on his lap, where you adjust to a squat over him and followed his persistent pull for you to sit. 

Pink lovemarks all over your neck, Bakugou’s rough attentions drive his hands to go just about anywhere he wants in a need-driven frenzy. Whether to warm you up or keep himself from perspiring too much? Who's to say.

Suddenly as he growled out his pleasure at your hips fitting up upon his lap, Bakugou fisted your  shirt in each palm– he tugs you deliciously tight as you kiss the daylights out of him.

Through his satisfied chuckles, he thought all was good until he started feeling some pops muffling in his hands. 

Bakugou knows what's coming– it's the speed of this onset that freaks him out-

His senses shout at him lightning quick, so it's a miracle that Bakugou immediately threw his hands out, shooting off hot sparks with palms out towards the coffee table- spooking you into a yelp. 

The panic settled just as soon as it came– you stared at each other after the round of pops stopped. 

Somehow, you were never afraid he’d ever sweat to the point of harming you, so you rolled with it as if he didn’t just almost blow you to bits. Must just be excited. 

Cheeky, you  thumbed to your bedroom before mimicking a Dynamight-style ‘stressball’ in your palm.

"Need your gloves?"

Bakugou rolled his eyes, "Fuck.... Fine."

As if a little coverage on his hands was going to be the end of the world. 

"I could make a condom joke instead, so be grateful!~" 

A pruned hand smacked your thigh in protest. “Har. Har.”

As you dismounted him (since you knew he was just gonna be pouty and sulk until he could touch you again), you pulled him up by his neckline so that he followed hungrily behind you and didn't cause a stink over it. In your room, you dug in his designated helmet for his gloves, which he roughly handled and donned while you rounded his strong set of shoulders and kissed him through it across the bits of skin you could reach.

"Can't believe I gotta put these fuckin’- things on- every time I get hot and fuckin' bothered-” 

"We'll figure that out, honey. Hey,” you pull him up to your sightline, “You still got me?”

Gloved but no less handsome as ever, Bakugou looks far too dazed to try his hand at driving your bike. Better he crash here, with you. He grabs you close; his answer.

“-- then there’s no complaints here. It’ll work; for now."

He moans kind of high and happy into your kisses on his mouth again. The sound ripples in you, coaxing more love out from your needy fingers and gentle kneading and soft layers that he’s mad he couldn't reciprocate anymore. He voiced this displeasure when he tugged up on your thighs and tipped you onto the bed. Setting a knee between your thighs and capturing a hand in his to pin you, Bakugou firmed up his brows, 

"Well, maybe I wanna feel you BACK, huh?"

"I get that, Katsu-honey~ we'll-- work on it. Learning curve." 

One thing the Hero World would be fast to assume about Katsuki Bakugou is that he'd take whatever he wanted from someone making eyes at him; that he'd be dominant and mean and addictive and that one might regret pushing his buttons in the bedroom, because it would be far too much. ‘Better not test him, he’d be too rough.’ But you hardly think this way, as you have him here:

Here, you look up to him, lovesick and shy, pulling him down because he feels too far away. And tempered as he is when he's in deep, Bakugou reads you and quickly responds in kind. He does kneel over and meets your lips, but freezes like steel as he tries to figure out how to be close but not crush you, despite your yanking for it.

"Katsuki~~"

"I'm not dropping ninety-five kilos a’ dead weight on you, dummy,” he chortled, “Not gonna happen."

"But I want you~~"

"Oh, you want me, huh? Needy girl..." Pets caressing down your cheek, you cup your Katsuki’s arm instead as it trails gingerly down the neck, stopping at your collar, until you force it down its path more towards your chest, and lower. 

His touch carries very little pressure. Rather, you see him just watching his own movements in a haze- "Pretty, pretty girl."

A thought crosses your mind and you feel confident; if you voice it, he’ll answer you honestly. 

"Have you never dated anyone before, ‘Dynamight’?"

Without an immediate defense, you're happy to see he’s still letting you guide his hand to slide under your shirt collar and sift along your bra line. 

Unphased, he answers a gentle -but surprising- ‘no’.

"No high school crushes?" you press, flattered.

"Tch, I went to UA. When would I have had time for that?" Bakugou slides your strap and shirt more to the side as he explores, then kisses the shoulder.

Breathy, you challenge after your happy hums. “Kirishima did..."

He only gave a bemused scoff.

“And look where that got him. Is he anywhere close to being #1?" asks the #5 ranked Pro Hero.

"No,"

Bakugou’s gloved palms have successfully reached your breasts, pulling the rest up and off with confidence now, eyeing over your skin deliciously. 

"Guess who is?"

"Y-you~"

"Damn right." Bakugou licks and teases around the space your nipple would lie under the cup, "And y’know how I did it?"

Sights locked onto him, pulling other side down to sift your underclothes up to his gloved hand's touch.

"I'm a fast learner. That's how you get to be the best. Learn fast, do it right. Gets you results at the top of the board. I'm damn good at learning something I want; 'specially when that something's you."

You can’t keep quiet now. Not at this, your forever favorite Pro Hero undressing you with eyes and hands, 

"Ugh God..."

His hands pawed at every bit of you.

"Name's Katsuki, Angel Eyes. But I'll answer to that if you want~"

Your sexy laugh turned to a moan as he sucked hard at your neck to please you, then worked on getting himself fully topless to match. Once laid back with a delightful little jiggle of everything wonderful, Bakugo's sight lay fixed on you, hands running everywhere he could reach now. 

For once, he looked a little scattered, unsure what to do next besides pet you and breathe.

You teased a leg up his, and tried prying his hard shell open again, "There's no wrong way to play, y'know~"

"Heh?"

"You look like you're working-" you rubbed your own tits, a handful each, "-trying to figure out your next move. But really, there's no bad option. It's just me."

Understanding, he nodded, but still looked conflicted.

"And I don't bite, promise~" you tried for levity, finally making him chuckle a little and bring life to his smirk.

"Y'might as well, looking at me like that."

"What, this?" you kneaded and pushed your tits together.

"Fuck, me..."

"S'what I'm saying."

Then in a sweet move, Bakugou pulls you up to cradle you by your jawline and kisses you lovingly, then holds your foreheads in place while he takes a couple practiced inhales. 

Beneath you, you see how excited he is, but also how tense his core has become. It ever so barely trembles.

A muted string of a confession leaves him, 

"I talk big shit... but... never done this part." –this part being sex, you now gather- "Sue me if I'm tryna do right by you. I- feels like my heart's literally goin’ a mile a minute here, what the hell..."

"Mine too~" you run a soothing drag of your nails up his arms before smoothing up and over to his waist, "You are doing right by me, though~ just go with what feels right. I just want you, Kats."

"Yeah?"

"I want you,” you assure him with charged-up love and desire for him, “-so bad."

That was seemingly all he needed to clear his head because he fell right down to you, crawling beside you and scooping you up into his arms where he could trail his hand all up the expanse of your back. Somewhere in there, he slipped off your pants and took the chance to feel all up and down your legs with greedy chuckles.

He'd moan what a gorgeous sight and gentle thing you were, his mouth leaving no limb untouched or unpraised. He's also high on the attention you gave him right back, especially when you tipped him onto his back and kissed along the lines of his chest. Bruises and dips mark up his otherwise perfect skin, but you're pleased to have your Katsuki enjoying this if his sighs are any indication of his arousal. 

Bakugou quirks a brow as he settles back, preparing for you to mount and have your way with him. Consent is king and he doesn't wanna force you to be in a position you don't want.

“Y’want me here?” he asks with hands supporting your waist. “Show me how it's done?”

The sight below you has you ready to pass out on the spot. He’s handsome and horny and all yours.

"Ready when you are~" 

The line between Dynamight and the man behind the title is blurred as he settles into a cocky smirk. He's proud and never one to shy away from attention- not even this, so it seems. 

Bakugou chips his chin up at you with his full support. 

"Atta girl~" 

You whimper when you grind on top of him at first: not simply at how hot the first pass is for you after so long, but how wrecked Bakugou looks as he exhales with force. It's an effort to will himself still, and you love the look of it on him. 

Pride surges in you as you sway yourself over him, checking him over and making sure he's comfortable. 

“You got me?”

His sights open again, to you in all your glory. Any edge he carries in his waking hours is gone as he's let comfort and ease take the wheel over his nervous system. 

Bakugou is pretty damn adorable this way, but you'd only ever say so when he's fully confident- not out on a limb trying something this new with you for the first time. Here, you'd build up his confidence and see how he rises to the challenge. But you’ll go slow, above all else.

Fingers find renewed life as he squeezes you,

“I got you,” he says in wonder, getting there, “I gotcha." 

But right before you lifted up to let him shove his waistline down, he stopped you from sitting with a hard hand at your tummy. In a quick switch, he's cursing nervously about needing to wrap it up. 

Before he could toss you off, you brought his face back to you with a tender hand, keeping him from getting up altogether and bolting for his bag slung somewhere in the kitchen. 

"I'm covered on that front, hon,” you stifle any laughing at his earnest pursuit, “Planned a bit ahead- got in with the nurse a few months back."

Bakugou stills, but then his confusion and concern give way to something deeper. He’s looking at you, awed. 

"You're on it-?"

"Mhm. I'm all set, baby. There's no one else, just– just you. I won't stop ya if you'd feel better with one on, just wanted you to know. " 

Fondness for the hero-turned-friend-turned-lover made you rake your fingers through that mess of blond hair you daydream of petting and bringing out a groan from him all by yourself, 

"However you want me: inside or out~"

Recognition heats him up more, "You sexy, fuckin' girl..."

Catching you back in his arms, Bakugou falls in love all over again. He’s sinking into you sideways, hiking your leg up and over his hip and just holding you close– your man is all in for this the moment he's submerged in you.

"FUUUUUuuuuuck yehehehess…”

You're overwhelmed and giddy and full, and find that it's not just you who's laughing by the time you make eye contact. It's thrilling and perfect that you're here -doing it- and you’re obsessed with how close you two are in this moment that it makes your relief palpable and light-hearted. 

After heated kisses to get him to actually start moving, you're turning every laugh into a love-filled moan: a sound that Bakugo chases with everything in him. 

Eventually the momentum is like a run, fueling him with the more he hears, and is soon tipping you back to settle on top himself-- in charge and letting you take backseat. By how you gawk up at the show of strength, it’s more than alright with you~

"Oh my God, yes sir!!" you squeal seeing him in charge.

"Yeah? Like this, pretty girl?” Bakugou is in his element, despite having just joined the party moments ago, “Y’like your ‘Backpack’ on top, makin sure you don't move a fuckin’ muscle?"

Each huff and moan he makes glues your sights to the spot- head dipping to where you are slamming together, which only makes him ramp it up even more to give you a show.

‘Yeah yeah yeah-- oh FUCK, why haven't I gotten my head out of my ass sooner, you are FUCKING incredible!--’

The sounds Bakugou’s making are passionate and raw, even more so as you're close and you tell him so through near tears. You’re about to cum, embarrassingly fast for you- but then why wouldn't you when the sight of the love of your life is rocking your world off its hinges and sending you into the best headspin?

"Do it baby, do it do it do it~" he growls the freedom deliciously to you– so you will your hand to let go of the comforter and start rubbing your clit wildly to get you over the edge, till you're bucking up and siezing through relieved sobs. 

Bakugou almost damn near chokes on his own shock at the feel, yet only slows a little bit while he holds you down, holds you through it. Once you’re reaching up for his shoulders again -your cue that you're ok and settled - he dives down to your level for some hard kisses as a reward.

Somehow he breaks from the haze of you deliriously giggling for him soon enough, gasping out  desperate lines that nearly made your heart explode– all while going right back to fighting like mad to go over the edge like you did.

“Fuck, I love you.. fuck, I love you, fuck fuck fuck–”

The closer he gets, the hand pinning yours to the bed starts to burn– which takes your attention.

From watching him fuck you to check your joined wrists is more urgent: Bakugou’s forearm is trembling and visibly sweating all down to the cuff absorbing the rest.

Pretty much sobered you right up by the incoming pain, you're surprised, but you fake it in your bliss and rush him along anyway, until he cries out and shudders into your neck as he finishes– kissing it lightly in thanks muttering all sorts of nonsense you couldn't make out once he sinks onto you- spent.

“Fun, right baby?”

Bakugou’s grunting at every little move of his body.

“S’... M’dizzy,” he rasps, “S’it always dizzy?”

Under a spell yourself, unearth some spare sass n’ sweetness from your back pocket, 

“When it's good,” you give your valid opinion, your free hand making your mark along his arm to settle him down, “when they listen to what you need, n’ when they can provide- even before any clothes come off. I find it best that way, that is…”

Bakugou’s head lolls to the side, pressing a kiss to the tender space just in front of your ear.

“That it is…”

Your palm is pulsing. Hot. But still, you let him find rest, wondering more if he was ok since he was never EVER this gushy, but as his release turned into relieved laughs, Bakugou bridged over you to blow your hair back with a playful gust of his lips and gave you some more indulgent kisses. Sweet as ever, you kissed him back and pressed into his thumb working over your still joined hands.

"You like me~" you taunted.

"huh?~~”

"Y’said you loved me..."

Katsuki giggled, "Shuddup, dummy."

This prompted your tug to free your hand again, hissing when he released and revealed your palm: tinged with an onset of a blister, splotchy with heat–

"THE FUCK??!!” Bakugou noticed the damage himself, “DAMMIT, why didn't you SAY I was cooking you alive??" 

At his apology ridden eyes, you didn't want this hiccup to stall the moment you'd just shared. Flexing each of your hands easily, you shook off any look of pain and beamed up at him instead. 

"You weren't! It just got a lil hot~" he looked at your face again, confused as to why you're not upset at his repeat offense, "BBQ, amiright?" 

Your no-longer sweetheart growls down at you, textbook Bakugou BiteTM.  "NOT. funny." 

You laughed at the nature of it all. 

"I'm ok, baby. Whew... Oh my God~"

Your relief is something fuzzy and delighted to you, but knowing how your darling Katsuki gets in his own head about how fiery his quirk can be, you give him a little wink to quell any fears. 

It works, as your assurances always do. He admires your sated bones and lays another sloppy smooch on you. A silent promise; he’ll take a look at your hand in a bit. 

In moving up your body to reach his shirt to wipe himself with, he slipped out, still hot and heavy (given that he came already) and undeniably turned on- even in this state. You cringed at the mess hitting the cooler air. Hearing your complaint, Bakugou pecked your cheek and nuzzled you back adoringly. 

"Love you, angel.”

"I love you too~" your easy reply passes your lips wistfully.

A dry ache in his chest, he made to rise and see about getting you two a little more comfortable, feeling that same wetness too and grumbled about washing his damn hands, but you stopped him with a little whine.

"Stay~~" 

Crimson eyes softening to yours, the boyish charm returns to Bakugou’s otherwise stoic demeanor. It's a sign he’s clearly plagued in an afterglow buzz.

"Cmon, lemme clean us up. I need the fan on." 

Even colder? Darn his body temp. "Nnng.." 

He gets up anyway, but promises his return with a chip to your chin, "I'll stay, gorgeous. Told you so. I'll stay as long as you want tonight." 

When he came back with the wet washcloth, he coaxed you to stand on your own and go take care of yourself, too. The top sheet is changed and re-tucked in before you got back– mismatched from what remained on the bed before, but you didn't really care. 

He’s made himself comfortable in the bed, only slipping on his boxers you can barely catch the edge of from the sheet in his lap. It’s only made you fold all over again- proof that your boyfriend knows where you keep your spare sheets in the first place. 

You slipped on a fresh pair of panties in your pit stop, but went hunting for your loose shirt again, not bothering with anything under. This got Bakugo's attention seems,

"What, you cold?"

"Little bit~"

"M’over here, then," he patted his chest, you joined him, only to have him sneak his arm under your shirt and tease your tits again, "Don't see why you need this shitty thing while I'm around, just gettin' in my way.."

Giggling and sinking into him, you couldn't fault him. He did have to stay gloved for so long earlier. You laid a kiss straight on his cheek while he had his fill of you.

"Happy girl?" he sings down to you.

Happy girl indeed. "Mhm~ Happy Murder God?"

"Heh-yeah,” Bakugou schooled his breaths to sync to you, “I could get used to this."

"We'll figure out the glove thing."

"...M'sorry for almost toasting you.”

“Eh- I can handle a little snap-crackle-pop.”

Bakugou snorts, tapping out the jingle beat for ‘rice crispies’ on your shoulder. All's forgiven on that front. 

“Really shoulda thrown those in the washer," he grimaced above you, looking over at the door where he set them back with his riding gear. 

"We'll get it later," You snuggled down in his arms, happy to take his leftover heat. “Washer’s all yours~”

"Yeah. Yours is better than mine anyway,” Bakugou leans his head fully back onto your propped up pillows. A contented sigh forces the rest of his muscles to lax. “--piece of crap rattles like it's about to blow up. Yer dishwasher’s better too.”

As he chatters away, he played with the ends of your hair absently. 

“I thought you were my dishwasher?”

Bakugou pauses his twirls, “Oi, I never said I was signing up for that! I was bein’ nice.”

“Yes, you were~” you kissed his neck to force his rising growl down. Works every time. You're back to snuggling in his arms with a contented sigh. “I’ll do them next time.”

“If you’re fast enough, slowpoke, then sure.”

You can barely make out your washer thrumming in the next room as well as the even more distant smooth jazz channel streaming from the living room, but remembered your earlier mindset and just hugged him tighter.

This, you'd certainly miss when he went home tonight. Feeling this close, this warm together, having shared something really special and intimate that you couldn't take back for the life of you. It might make things even worse when it comes to your attachment to him– you two are pushing it at the agency with minimal touches unless there's something really scary that forces his walls down in order to comfort you- or vice versa. After all, your affinity for one another is no one’s business but your own… but you typically are satisfied by his more public ties to you in all the ways that matter- mostly to others in your circle and strangers who he threatens to kick if they keep starin’ at you.

But here, Katsuki holding you is second nature. His true nature. He tells you he cares with every returned text, knowing look, and tender touch he keeps limited in shared company- with you as the sole recipient. 

You can only wish this could be your life everyday. Where you can maybe even start your own agency down the line somewhere; Japan’s first true power couple who can take names like none other. Launch yourselves higher and higher, work yourselves out of a job, and take a retirement in whatever way looks best for you–

When you get quiet in your thoughts, he even knows your 'hiding' tell. Your pillow tilts down to try and get your attention, finally demanding your eyes with a question laced with clear thinking,

"You meant stay stay,” Bakugou asked gently, “-didn't you. Not just- for the night.” 

You softened… nodding ever so much. Leaving room, in case he didn't agree.

What you wouldn't give for him to be your meal prep partner till you both retire from hero work- and then some.

Either nothing went through his mind, or one singular anthem bounced around in there, because all Bakugou did to your little melting expression was kiss you softly, turning you back into the bed, and flopping solidly on top of your chest.

"...gimme 30 minutes. Then let's go get my shit. I call the front room work table."

You're over the moon, and your jaw drops on its own. He’s so ready- barely even thought it through! Or maybe… he was always thinking of it, and was waiting on you.

With that excitement flooding you, you peppered his hair full of kisses until he groaned for you to stop– only after the first ten...

[flamagenitus]

I'm so deeply sad I can't film my hamster properly with the phone I have. A family friend suggested I just put his whole cage inside the ex-tortie's terrarium and leave it open, so he effectively has a house with a contained run, and I didn't have a good answer so I did it. And now every evening I am treated to the sight of my hamster running between his cage and various furnishings in his outside area. Every time I out something new in there he gets all excited and has to run on his wheel between bits of exploration to get all the energy out!! It's adorable but if I tried to film it I think it would look like the video was on fast-forward

[heyiwrotesomethings]

She’s The Housekeeper Prt9: Bond

Yor Briar/ Forger x She/ Her Reader

A/N: Prt8 Alright, here is the last part for the foreseeable future. The first chapter of this story is still my most popular post to date, and it’s so cool to see 800+ notes on something I’ve written. If you managed to stick with me for this long, thank you for your time and support💜! Word Count: ~5,800

Anya ate her breakfast with an extra vigor that morning because today would be the day Loid would take her to the pet shop to find a cute little dog to take home! She inhaled her food so fast, she nearly choked.

“Hey, careful!” (Y/n) cautioned as she pushed Anya’s glass of water closer to her for the little girl to gulp down, “I know you’re excited, but let’s try to avoid having to go to the hospital instead.”

“The dogs aren’t going anywhere anytime soon. You can take your time.” Loid reminded.

“I’m just as excited to look around as you are Miss Anya!” Yor beamed as she put down the burnt omurice she had made, “but please do be careful.”

Anya downed the water and though she was still eating rather quickly, she was pacing herself better than she had a few moments ago.

“Anya is ready to go now!” She declared, sliding off of her chair to fetch her coat.

“Anya, we’re still eating.” Loid called after her, but Anya kept moving, pulling her coat from the rack. Loid sat back in his chair, letting Anya wait by the door. “Are you joining us, (Y/n)? It shouldn’t take terribly long.”

“I wouldn’t mind tagging along.” (Y/n) decided. Maybe she could influence the decision made of what dog they got. Something that was already house trained would be ideal. One that rarely shedded would also be preferable.

“This is going to be so much fun.” Yor hummed, between bite of crispy rice and egg. She offered (Y/n) a bite, and of course (Y/n) had to take it.

“Definitely an improvement over the last one, well done my dear.” (Y/n) praised before downing her water in just a few gulps.

The food really was one of Yor’s better attempts. It was still vile, but (Y/n) didn’t feel like she was in danger of throwing up. (Y/n) wasn’t absolutely insane like Yor’s dear brother Yuri, if Yor’s food made her feel ill, she would simply excuse herself to the bathroom to take care of it, not smile and try to clear the plate faster than she could vomit. (Y/n) shuddered at the memory. The Briar siblings were not normal.

“Woof! Woof! Woof!” Anya chanted from the hallway. She simply couldn’t wait any longer, they were wasting precious daylight!

“Let us do the dishes at least, then we will go, Anya. Be patient.” Loid began gathering plates while (Y/n) and Yor went to the sink to wash and dry.

Anya felt like she could explode from the anticipation, but finally all three adults had put away the dishes and put on their coats and they were heading out the door.

“Woof! Woof! Woof!” She barked again, swinging Yor’s hand in hers. “Papa,” she asked, turning back to look at Loid, “Do doggies like peanuts?”

“You probably shouldn’t give them too many. It might not be good for them.” He replied, making Anya pout.

“That leaves more peanuts for you, Miss Anya.” (Y/n) provided helpfully, making her smile again.

“Oh, is this the shop right there?” Yor asked.

“That’s it.” Loid confirmed, going ahead of them to open the door for everyone.

Inside were the most fucked up looking dogs that (Y/n) had ever seen. Anya looked severely unsettled and (Y/n) couldn’t say she blamed her.

“Is… is that one flexing?” She asked Yor in a concerned whisper.

“What do you think, Anya?” Loid smiled, “Do you like any of these dogs?”

“No.” Anya wasted no time saying.

“R-really?” Loid’s eye twitched.

“Are you really surprised, Loid? I mean, look at them.” (Y/n) shuddered.

She did have a point… Guess they would have to go to the shelter event instead. A person caught his eye from the back room, flashing him a signal. Now really wasn’t a good time, but if Handler was calling, it must be important.

“Augh!” Loid cried out, clutching his stomach.

“Loid? What’s wrong?” (Y/n) asked, startled by the outburst.

“I, I need to use the restroom! You all can go, I’ll meet you at the shelter.”

“Are you sure you’re alright? We can wait.” Yor offered.

“Papa takes a long time when he goes to the shitter to shit, so we should probably go.” Anya bluntly explained.

“I see…” Yor blushed.

“Eugh, Miss Anya, we didn’t need to know that.” (Y/n) shivered in disgust, “Also, watch your language.”

“Yes, watch your mouth young lady.” Loid echoed before running off to deal with his… ‘problem’.

“Well, guess we should get going then.” (Y/n) decided.

“Yes!” Anya skipped to the door with (Y/n) and Yor following close behind.

Before long, the sidewalks became more congested and the unmistakable sounds of animals flooded the air.

“So this is the adoption event. Wow, it’s even bigger than I imagined!” Yor gushed.

“Yeah, it seems like Loid should’ve brought us here first.” (Y/n) observed.

Puppies, kittens and bunnies! They seemed to have every furry household pet under the sun! Anya ran haphazardly to look into every crate and enclosure she could find.

“Don’t run around Miss Anya, you’ll get lost!” Yor warned.

“Promise us you won’t leave this area with the dogs, okay?” (Y/n) asked.

“Okay…” Anya deflated a bit, but that was fine, there were so many cute doggies to look at and she would get to take one of them home!

The trio walked up to an enclosure together and Yor squeaked with excitement, grabbing (Y/n) by the arm and shaking her around.

“Look at that dachshund’s cute little legs!” She cooed, making (Y/n) smile.

Anya was overwhelmed by all the cuteness. She couldn’t possibly choose just one. They were all so sweet! Standing by the window, something large and white caught her eye, and she turned to see it more clearly, feeling a possible connection with whatever that may be.

(Y/n) and Yor were going over their top picks when one of the ladies working the event approached them offering assistance. (Y/n) and Yor took up the conversation, distracting them from Anya’s sudden disappearance.

“Are there any breeds that are easier to clean up after?” (Y/n) asked.

“Poodles rarely shed, so cleaning up after them is a breeze.” The friendly lady shared.

“You don’t say.” (Y/n) perked up, making Yor smile.

“Or there are smaller breeds, Shih Tzus are very friendly.”

While (Y/n) and Yor were engrossed with the woman’s abundant information, they failed to notice Anya slink outside to follow the shady man and the big white dog she had seen through the window. By the time they had stopped talking with the woman and thanked her for her suggestions, Anya appeared to be long gone. (Y/n) looked up to find her in the crowd, but could not see her anywhere within the dog section and her heart began to rise to her throat.

“Yor,” (Y/n) alerted, grabbing her partner’s arm, anxiety already slipping into her tone, “Do you know where Anya is?”

Yor snapped to attention, scanning all around, a familiar sense of dread pooling in her stomach. She did not like the trend that seemed to be forming every time she let Anya out of her sight or reach for but a few minutes every time they went out in public.

“I- I don’t—“ Yor swallowed thickly, her feet traveled on autopilot, “Miss Anya? Where did you go?!” She called out, a static buzzing growing steadily between her ears.

“I’ll look for her in the kitten section!” (Y/n) yelled after her before running off in a different direction, but she was not heard.

Between the two of them, they must have asked everyone in the event hall if they had seen the little girl, each growing more and more desperate with every shake of a head they received.

Upon getting her latest negative sighting, Yor felt unshed tears burning the corners of her eyes. This was the aquarium all over again, but worse! She turned, expecting to see (Y/n) there, ready to give her a hug and to let her know everything would be alright, but of course she wasn’t there.

Yor had already been so tense and her brain had been so focused on looking for Anya, she had somehow lost her dear (Y/n) along the way! Now she began to really freak out, completely overwhelmed by the crowded venue and the noise pitching around and within her.

Something in her that was already tense, snapped and she jumped up, kicked off of a nearby pillar, and expertly braced herself on the ceiling so she could search from above. Her breathing uneven, she drowned out the noise of the crowd below. She didn’t see Anya. Anya wasn’t there, not even a trace, and that terrified her.

What if she had been eaten by a dog?! No, Yor managed to stop that train of thought. That was unlikely. Someone would surely have noticed something like that. But what if she had been kidnapped again like when they had gone to the aquarium, or when they had gone grocery shopping! What if (Y/n) had been taken too!

An awful image of her beloved and her adopted daughter being carted away by despicable men to be married off to even more vile and cruel men consumed her vision, but then she found a small light, a familiar splash of color, she saw (Y/n) in one of the far corners of the venue, a strange man looming over her.

Without another second of delay, she skillfully swung from the pipes above and dove between them from the ceiling, startling the man enough to make him yelp. Yor prepared to uppercut him into the sun next, to see what kind of sound that would make, but instead (Y/n)’s hand quickly shot out to grasp her bicep and pull her back. Confused, Yor allowed her.

“Where the hell did you come from lady?” The man blinked, bug-eyed, mouth agape.

“She’s the mother. As you can see, she’s worried sick. If you see her little girl, please do not hesitate to let us know.” (Y/n) beseeched, pulling Yor back a bit more to try to knock her out of whatever murder-y thoughts were fogging up her mind.

“Yeah… of course.” The man gave them a weird look then began walking briskly away.

(Y/n) turned to hold both of Yor’s biceps, pressing her thumbs into the fabric of her coat’s sleeves to try to put pressure on the tense muscles beneath.

“Hey, try to breathe, okay? What’s the matter? Besides the obvious.” She cooed.

Yor sobbed, slamming her head hard against (Y/n)’s chest, making a deep thunk sound that rattled (Y/n)’s insides.

“Oof!” (Y/n) winced, but held Yor all the same, rubbing her back comfortingly.

“I- I can’t find Miss Anya! A-and I thought you had gotten taken too!”

“Honey,” (Y/n) murmured, giving a, ‘mind your own business’ smile to anyone who dared curiously look their way, “I told you I would look for Anya over here. You must not have heard me.”

“I guess not.” She sniffed.

“I’m okay. Now take some deep breaths. It’s clear that Anya isn’t in here, we need to go find her, but we can’t be snapping the neck of anyone whose just going about their day.”

Yor made a pitiful sound, but cut herself off halfway through, almost knocking heads with (Y/n) from how quickly she brought her head up.

“What…!” (Y/n) began to ask, but she heard it then too, that sounded like Anya outside!

And she was outside! They could see her through the window! She was barreling down the street… on top of a big, fluffy white dog.

Yor took (Y/n)’s hand and began sprinting in the direction the dog had ran off in. It was a brutal pace, one that (Y/n) couldn’t keep up with and when she tried to communicate to Yor that she would catch up. Yor was having none of it and scooped (Y/n) up into her arms, making quite the spectacle as they zoomed around the people walking by. It hardly mattered to Yor. She wasn’t going to risk losing (Y/n) for real by leaving her behind.

“Down that alley!” (Y/n) pointed.

“Right!”

(Y/n) braced herself, this was the side of her career that she was not trained for, but when they saw a strange man reaching for Anya in the alley, she still let Yor take her by the arms and spin her at a dizzying pace before finally being launched towards Anya.

(Y/n) sailed over the shocked kidnapper’s head, took hold of Anya’s hands, and catapulted her into the air. While Anya was airborne, (Y/n) sprung off of her hands when she hit the ground and flipped into an upright standing position just in time to catch Anya and see Yor smash her foot into the kidnapper’s face.

Yor fell into place beside (Y/n) so that Anya was between them, protected on either side. Anya couldn’t have looked more relieved to see them, looking between them with visible awe and joy.

“You won’t get away with this, Mr. Perverted Kidnapper,” Yor spoke in a measured tone, glaring at the remaining man who had his jaw hanging open, “It is much too early for Miss Anya to get married!”

“Married?” (Y/n) cocked her head to the side. Just what kind of scenarios was Yor imagining?

The gravity of the situation seemed to catch up to Anya then, because she began to cry, grasping onto the coats of both women she wailed,

“Mama! I was so scared!”

“Don’t worry, you’re all right now.” Yor comforted.

“We’ve got you.” (Y/n) assured, wiping Anya’s tears.

Kieth clenched his teeth. Which one was the mother? Ah, it didn’t matter. They’d all have to die if he was going to succeed in his plans.

“Dog! Rip their throats out!” He commanded.

The German Shepherd beside him began to approach, snarling, but then Yor gave one of her most terrifying expressions to date and growled right back with startling ferocity. The dog whimpered pathetically and turned tail, running out of the alley as fast as he could.

“Coward!” Kieth yelled after him.

“Bwah! Mama, I’m scared!” Anya bawled, hiding her face in (Y/n)’s coat, keeping Yor out of her sight.

“Hm? But you’re safe now?” Yor frowned, perhaps not realizing just how frightening her face had been jus a moment before.

“Don’t worry Anya, if that man thinks he can take you from us he has another thing coming!” (Y/n) promised, her mind filled with thoughts of fire and acid.

Yeah, Anya was glad to have those two on her side because they were honestly terrifying.

Voices began to be heard near the mouth of the alley and Keith cursed. All that noise had alerted people from the street, and now they were coming to investigate!

“Come on, come on you stupid mutt!” He hissed at the remaining dog, the big and fluffy white one. He tugged and tugged at the dog’s leash, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Damn worthless beast!” He kicked the dog in anger and fled the scene empty handed.

“He’s getting away!” Yor groaned, but she stood firmly at (Y/n)’s side. There was already one kidnapper she needed to properly detain and she didn’t want to leave (Y/n) and Anya for even a second.

Just how long is Loid going to stay in the bathroom? She mourned internally. His stomach was probably revolting from the breakfast she had made!

“Mr. Dog are you okay?” Anya asked, running up the the dog once (Y/n) put her down.

“Ah, careful Miss Anya! You shouldn’t run up to dogs you don’t know.” (Y/n) warned, trying to stop Anya from going any further.

“Mr. Doggie is no stranger. He saved Anya.” Anya put her hands over her heart, looking over to the dog with gratitude.

“Where did this dog come from, Miss Anya?” Yor asked.

Anya took a deep breath, that question required a very big answer.

“Terrorist bomb dogs?!” Yor blanched.

(Y/n) got on her knees and thoroughly searched the fluffy dog for bombs. Thankfully, there weren’t any. She sighed in relief and gave Yor a shaky thumbs up.

“Anya is sorry for running off without permission…” Anya mumbled, grabbing the hem of her coat between her fingers while she kept her eyes firmly on the ground.

“We’re just glad that you are safe.” (Y/n) knelt to the ground to hug Anya.

“We were so worried about you.” Yor chimed, following her partner to the ground.

“But expect a stern talking to when we get home.” (Y/n) warned.

Anya pouted, but nodded in acceptance and the three, plus the dog, walked out of the alley, tied up kidnapper dragging behind Yor.

They called the police on a nearby public phone to explain the situation, during which Anya suddenly grew restless, shaking the dog.

“Anya don’t be rough with the doggie.” Yor scolded lightly before her attention was brought back to the receptionist on the phone.

“Mama, Mama, sorry, Anya just remembered something. Papa forgot to take toilet paper with him to the potty!” The little girl yelled out of the blue.

“Huh?”

“What?”

(Y/n) and Yor stared on, frozen, as Anya leapt onto the dog’s back and urged him into a run.

“He might be in trouble so I have to go get some from home!”

“Anya, wait!” Yor called, reaching out the hand that wasn’t currently cradling the receiver.

“She’s running off again!” (Y/n) yelled in disbelief, finally sprinting after the blob of pink and white as they rounded the corner.

“W-wait! What about the police?” Yor called after her.

“We told them all we could! Just hang up and leave that guy there, he won’t wake up anytime soon! Let’s go before we lose Anya again!”

“Ah, okay!” Yor rose the receiver back to her ear, “I’m leaving the kidnapper by this phone booth! I have to go now, bye!” She hung up the phone and caught up with (Y/n) before she rounded the corner.

They searched every block, every street within half a mile. (Y/n) finally came to a stop, resting heavily on the guardrail of the bridge they had been speed-walking across.

“Darling, are you alright?” Yor’s voice was laced with worry. She could tell that (Y/n) was breathing quite hard.

“I’ll be okay, I just need a minute.” She wheezed. God, cardio sucks.

While (Y/n) tried not to keel over on the bridge, Yor paced back and forth. The only trace that she had been running at all was the light layer of sweat on her rosy face.

“What if she gets found by the terrorists again? I can’t let that happen!” Yor fretted.

“Maybe she went back to the pet shelter?” (Y/n) suggested between breaths. “At the very least, maybe Loid is finally there?”

Before Yor could speak, a loud honk of a horn and a sharp squeal of tires interrupted her. The scent of burnt rubber permeated the air. Looking down from the bridge, the women saw a car speeding recklessly down the road.

The light caught the windshield just right, allowing Yor to see an unwelcomingly familiar face. The other man who tried to kidnap Anya!

“Him again? How dare he try to take Miss Anya and run away! You won’t get away this time!” She declared, then jumped off of the bridge.

“Yor!” (Y/n) yelled. She tried to reach out for her, but she was too slow. Her hands snapped right to her eyes. Covering them from whatever was about to happen. “Pleasebeokaypleasebeokaypleasebeokay—“

An awful crashing noise reverberated within (Y/n)’s ears and she cautiously lifted her face from her hands. Below, she could see that Yor looked unscathed, thank the stars, but the car looked as if it had been t-boned before crashing into a lamppost.

(Y/n) hobbled down the hill to meet Yor on the street and flung her arms around her, a gesture that was always eagerly returned.

“Are you hurt?”

“Nope!” Yor smiled, “Kicking the car did make my leg feel a little tingly though.”

“My indestructible tank, I love you.” (Y/n) sighed, looking back at the crushed car. “We’ll have to call the police… again.”

They quickly relayed the location of the car and hung up before the responder could ask any follow-up questions. Then they were off to continue their search for Anya.

It was near sunset when they saw Loid walking down the sidewalk towards them. They opened their mouths in a rush to tell him that Anya had run off on a dog, but said girl and dog appeared from the alley between them and they instead slumped over each other in relief.

“What are you three doing here?” Loid asked, “I’m surprised to find you so far from the shelter.”

“Anya was coming to give papa toilet paper.”

“Ah.”

“She ran off on us. Twice.” (Y/n) informed, resting most of her weight against Yor. Now that Anya was with them once more, the exhaustion of running around all day was really starting to get to her.

“Did she now…” Loid looked down at Anya disapprovingly, finally truly noticing the dog beside her. “And who is the dog?

“That is actually quite the story.” Yor rubbed at her cheek with a sheepish smile and retold the events of the day. (Y/n) would occasionally chime in, but ultimately she was too tired to try to censor anything Yor was saying. Somewhere in her brain she knew they probably shouldn’t talking about taking down terrorists without much trouble, but again she was too tired to care.

“I’m sorry all that happened while I was in the bathroom.” Loid finally said, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

“Yeah, you were gone all day. Have you considered seeing a doctor, because that is not at all normal.” (Y/n) spoke in a teasing tone, but there was a notable hint of concern in the way her eyebrows scrunched together.

“It was probably because of what I made for breakfast.” Yor bemoaned.

“It has to be something else. The rest of us survived.”

Loid, wanting to put his day long trip to the ‘bathroom’ behind him, began to address Anya and her penchant for running off.

“How many times do I have to tell you to not run off on your own. You could have been seriously hurt!” He yelled, making Anya flinch.

“Anya is sorry!” She sniffled, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

Loid immediately softened, falling to one knee before her, “I’m sorry for yelling. I was just worried. You aren’t hurt at all though, right?”

Anya shook her head, putting a hand on the fluffy dog beside her. The fur nearly swallowed up her hand.

“Mr. Dog protected me.”

Loid smiled at the dog, petting him gently, “Thank you.”

“Excuse us,”

The family turned to see a woman and a man in suits approaching them from across the street,

“We’re investigating an incident near City Center. We understand that this was one of the dogs involved in the incident.” The woman said. “Please hand him over to us. He’ll be in good hands.”

“Of course. Thank you.” Loid tipped his hat, motioning them towards the dog.

“Now we can go back to looking for a puppy!” Yor beamed excitedly.

“Is the shelter even still open?” (Y/n) almost hoped it wasn’t. She wanted to shower and then spend the next several days in bed. She was already dreading how sore she was going to be tomorrow.

“Come on, Anya. Let’s go take a look.” Loid reached for her hand, but Anya pulled away.

“No! Anya wants Mr. Dog!” She said, stepping between the officers and the dog.

Loid shook his head. “He was owned by bad guys.”

“He saved Anya!” The esper refuted.

“You said you wanted a small dog.” Loid crossed his arms, peering down at his fickle adopted daughter.

“But Anya wants Mr. Dog now, it’s okay that he is big!” Anya continued to argue, hugging the dog close.

“Anya please,” Loid pinched the bridge of his nose, “Stop being so difficult.”

“If papa doesn’t let me have Mr. Dog, Anya will go bad and stop going to school!” Anya’s lip wobbled and then she began to cry.

“Wh— what are you saying?!” Loid sputtered.

“It’s okay, Miss Anya! Please don’t cry!” Yor beseeched.

“There are a lot of nice dogs in the world! I’m sure you’ll find another who is just as sweet…” (Y/n) attempted to console, but she knew that trying to get Anya to change her mind would be impossible at this point. She did just spend the whole day with this dog after all.

“Very well.” The woman conceded, leaving Loid particularly surprised.

“What?!”

The woman chuckled, then couched in front of Anya, a bittersweet smile on her lips.

“The dog itself didn’t cause any harm. If you promise to take good care of him, he’s yours, but we will need to keep him for the night to check his health first.” She explained softly.

“Are you protecting the other doggies too?”

“They are sleeping in the softest of beds and eating warm, yummy food.” She nodded.

“Thank you very much, important lady.”

The woman’s smile tugged a little further, “You’re welcome.” She stood back to her full height, turning to Loid. “We shall make contact with you tomorrow.“

“Thank you. Sorry for the trouble.” Loid bowed his head.

“No trouble at all. Have a good night.”

And so they began their trek home. Anya and Yor were particularly pleased with themselves because of the parts they played in saving the city from terrorists. (Y/n) and Loid on the other hand were exhausted.

“Why do you look like that?” (Y/n) had asked him pointedly. “I know it isn’t easy being… ill, all day, but I’ve been running around the city for hours and I still look better than you.”

“Do you really want to know?” Loid asked with a wry smile, his eye twitching in aggravation. If only they knew what he had really been up to all day!

“No.” (Y/n) shook her head quickly, “No, I really don’t want to know. Forget I said anything.”

After a night of the deepest sleep that any of them had ever experienced, morning soon came, and with it, a large and fluffy white dog.

“So curious!” Yor giggled, watching the dog sniff around the living room.

“Anya wants to stay home to play with Mr. dog today.” Anya said hugging the dog tightly.

“I believe the deal was that you wouldn’t stop going to school if you got this dog.” Loid said after spitting his toothpaste in the sink. “Get ready for school.”

“Does Anya at least get a Stella for helping stop the bad guys?” She asked. That would help put her in a better mood about going to school.

“I’m afraid not, Anya. No one is supposed to know about what was going to happen because it would just cause fear and panic. You have to keep it to yourself or the police might need to come and take you away.”

“Shock!” Anya flinched. She couldn’t let that happen, but it certainly was a disappointment that she couldn’t tell anyone.

“Loid!” (Y/n) gasped from the other room, “Don’t phrase it like that, you’ll scare her!”

Loid rolled his eyes at his reflection in the mirror and Anya began getting ready to go to school, pouting all the while.

“Have a good day at school Miss Anya!” Yor waved. “(Y/n) and I will take good care of Mr. Doggie while you’re away.”

“I’ll do my best.” (Y/n) called from the couch. Even raising her hand to wave goodbye to Anya hurt. Her whole body felt stiff and sore from the whole ordeal yesterday while it appeared to be just another normal day for Yor.

Anya and Loid said their goodbyes and then it was just (Y/n), Yor and the curious new addition to the family.

“Yor, darling, would you make me some ice packs.” (Y/n) groaned while she moved to lay flat on the couch.

“Of course! My poor, sore heart!” Yor cooed. She cupped (Y/n)’s cheek and leaned down to kiss her forehead before heading to the kitchen.

While (Y/n) waited for Yor’s return, the dog took notice of her and began to lumber up to her.

“Hello, getting used to your new home?” (Y/n) asked him.

The dog sniffed her hand, then slowly hoisted himself up onto his hind legs by placing his front paws on the edge of the couch.

“Ah, wait. No, don’t come up here— dog! No! Down! Oof!”

(Y/n) couldn’t stop the dog from laying flat across her sore body. It was a warm, and an almost comforting weight, but in the state (Y/n) was in currently, she didn’t find it entirely enjoyable, but it was kind of cute.

“Honey, did you say something…?” Yor walked back into the room, her arms filled with industrial bags of ice that she got from who-knows-where. Her eyes fell on the dog and she pouted, “That was going to be my spot, Mr. Doggie.”

“Yor, help me get him off. He’s too heavy.”

Yor did as she was asked, dragging the dog back to the floor.

“I apologize, Mr. Doggie, but (Y/n) is sore from running around yesterday. Surely you understand.” Yor then promptly dropped the giant bags of ice onto (Y/n)’s body.

“Not quite what I had in mind, but thah, thank you.” (Y/n) shivered.

The dog was undeterred by the upheaval and soon climbed his way back onto the couch, sinking between the bags of ice.

“My, perhaps he is sore too!” Yor observed. “Poor thing.”

(Y/n) sighed. She couldn’t find it within herself to make Yor push the dog away a second time. Perhaps she should feel special because the dog seemed to like her already, but her body was not appreciative of the extra pressure at this time.

“Would it help for me to massage your calves?” Yor asked thoughtfully. “Mr. Dog isn’t covering those up.”

(Y/n) mulled it over. Typically, a massage from Yor would be nice as long as she didn’t push too hard.

“I think that sounds nice, just be gentle please.”

“I will, I promise!”

And she really was. Yor did a great job, so wonderful in fact, that the combination of the frigid melting ice, the warm, weighted blanket of a dog, and the soothing massage knocked (Y/n) right out.

She was rudely awakened hours later when the dog clumsily leapt off of her to jump into Anya’s arms when she got home from school.

“Welcome home!” Yor smiled, clasping her hands to rest them against her cheek, “Oh my, such good friends already! He must have missed you!”

“Save me! He’s eating me!” Anya gasped while the dog slobbered all over her.

“He seems to have a lot of pent up energy. We should take him for a walk.” Loid suggested. He looked over to (Y/n) laid limply across the couch and smirked, “Care to join us, (Y/n)?”

“Not today.” (Y/n) deadpanned, ever so slowly lifting herself into a sitting position. “You all go on ahead. I’ll start getting dinner ready.”

“Are you sure? I could stay an help.” Yor volunteered.

“I’ll be fine,” (Y/n) assured, “Go have fun at the dog park.”

(Y/n) shuffled through the kitchen like an old woman, slowly preparing dinner. Though she could be prideful at times, she was actually surprised that she had dinner mostly completed before the Forger’s returned home.

“I hope they haven’t ran into anymore trouble.” She murmured to herself as she finished setting the table. She walked to the armchair this time around when she finished her self imposed task. She hissed through clenched teeth as she lowered herself into the plush chair.

She then decided she would never run again, maybe never even walk. She didn’t care if it would look strange, she was going to have Yor carry her everywhere from now on and if she knew anything about her love, she would be happy to do it too.

Finally, the front door opened and the Forger’s piled inside.

Anya ran up to (Y/n) all excited, “Mama, I know what to name Mr. Dog!”

“Do you? What is it?” (Y/n) thought Mr. Dog was the name already, but she was curious to hear what else Anya had come up with.

“Wait just a minute!” Anya asked.

She bounced excitedly when Loid came back from the short trip to his room, a black ribbon of fabric in hand. He deftly tied the fabric around the dog’s neck and once he stepped away, (Y/n) saw he had looped it into a bow tie.

“Behold!” Anya flung her arms out in the direction of the dog happily thumping his tail against the floor. “Bond!”

“Oh, like Bondman.” Loid understood. “That should work just fine.”

“Boof!” Bond leapt at Anya, sending her to the floor in a flurry of licks and wiggly wags that made Anya laugh.

“He seems to like it.” (Y/n) smiled fondly.

“They’re so cute!” Yor cooed.

“Come, Bond! Let me show you around the hideout!”

“Anya, it’s dinner time. And don’t forget you need to study. afterwards.” Loid warned.

“Anya will study later, promise.”

Loid’s eye twitched, but he relented.

After dinner, Anya fed Bond. She filled his bowl to the brim and watched him begin to chow down.

“Try not to give him too much.” Loid cautioned as he walked by, a towel under his arm. “I’m going to take my bath now, but I expect you to be studying by the time I’m done.”

Anya pouted and Loid walked to the bathroom. Curious, Anya took a kibble from Bond’s bowl and nearly popped it into her mouth before (Y/n) called out her name.

“Miss Anya, please don’t eat anything meant for a dog.” (Y/n) shivered in disgust as she scrubbed the dishes nearby.

“I know it must look tempting, but take it from me, it is not as good as it looks.” Yor helpfully added.

“I don’t want to know if that is coming from a place of experience or not.” (Y/n) said, but the shy laugh Yor gave was damning.

Soon after he finished his meal, Bond began to wiggle uncomfortably and Anya took notice.

“Need to go potty? Here, I’ll show you where to go.” Anya led him to a wide tub lined with newspaper. “When nobody can take you outside, you go in here. If you go anywhere else, mama will get mad cause she like things tidy.”

After business was taken care of, Anya and Bond played all over the apartment. (Y/n) wanted to remind Anya about her studies, but she couldn’t bear to break up the fun. It was Bond’s first day home, and Anya hardly got to see him before she had to go to school. A little more playtime couldn’t hurt.

(Y/n) and Yor watched them play, losing track of time. And when Loid returned from his bath, they showed him the cute little girl and her dog curled up together and fast asleep.

The studying could wait until tomorrow, Loid supposed.

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This whole thing was inspired by the below song, please give it a listen it's honestly such a vibe ✨ obsessed with it honestly. This is a Y/N story and my first time writing such a thing, I always do better with my OCs so hopefully this is enjoyable ❤️ character is female, Virginity loss m&f, mild friends to lovers I guess?

There's just inches inbetween us, I want you to give in.

It was a usual day at the pet shop, Kazutora and Chifuyu worked upfront while she worked on making orders for products in the back. Wrapped up in her electric blanket as the day was frigid at best. The office cat, Coconut, sat upon her lap also enjoying the warmth. "oi." She peered up from her laptop to see Chifuyu standing in the offices doorway. "Take your lunch, you haven't stopped since you got here." He advised and the (H/C) woman was quick to shake her head. "I will lemme just finish this order." She said and he quickly reached out and closed her laptop. She pursed her lips at him. "Take your lunch." He said again, tone more authoritative. She sighed and stood up from her chair. "You just want me to go get you lunch when I go out." She said and he looked away from her. She knew it, Chifuyu was so transparent. "Same as usual?" She asked and he nodded. (Y/N) sighed moving to grab her coat and gloves. "Is it still snowing out?" She inquired and he was quick to nod. "Yeah, seems to have slowed down a bit but it's still coming down." She quickly buttoned up her coat, aggravated she'd have to go out in the blustery weather outside. "Of course, would be just my luck." She mumbled, pulling on her gloves and walking to the front with him.

   Kazutora stood at the register looking absolutely bored. She couldn't blame him, they'd only had one or two customers today so there wasn't much to do aside from stocking products. "Kazutora you gonna want some food?" She asked and his sandy colored eyes flicked over to her. "Uh I guess so, just grab me whatever Chifuyus is getting." (Y/N) nodded and was quick to walk out of the store and into the frigid air letting out an audible groan before the door even closed. "Fuckin hate the cold." She grumbled quickly trudging off to the small restaurant down the road. 

  Kazutora looked over at Chifuyu with an eyebrow raised. "You really making her go out for our lunch?" He asked and Chifuyu shrugged. "She needed a break anyways." Kazutora shook his head, he and (Y/N) had been friends for a long time. Even before he went to jail the first time. He'd been surprised when he'd gotten out of jail a few weeks ago to find her working with Chifuyu. He was unaware the two knew each other and the thought had made him uncomfortable. Chifuyu was a good guy, sure but also a notorious flirt. From what he'd seen so far the woman had always brushed off his flirting which made him feel a bit better. He'd always felt affectionate toward the small (H/C) woman but he'd never acted on it. He'd wanted to sure, but she deserved someone much better than him. The woman seemed to have noticed his distance, he'd always been physically reserved with her more than most people. It had only become more so after he'd gotten out of jail this time. He'd note the flicker of disappointment in her face when she'd attempt to hug him and he'd take a step back from her attempted embrace. He simply couldn't bring himself to touch her, he was too afraid the blood he had on his hands from his past actions would taint her somehow. He already caught himself staring at her far too much, though she seemed oblivious to this fact. He watched idly out the window waiting to see her small bundled form dashing back to the store from the cold. "So are you ever actually going to make a move on her?" Chifuyu asked suddenly and he looked over at him surprised. "What?" He couldn't have possibly heard him right. Chifuyu quirked the smallest smile. "C'mon I've seen the way you look at her. She might not notice but I do. So what's the problem, worst thing she can say is no." Kazutora merely shook his head, it was a question he couldn't answer. The black haired man simply wouldn't understand. He couldn't possibly. How did he explain that he simply wasn't good enough? Knowing was already bad enough, speaking it aloud would only be more painful. "I don't know what you're talking about." Chifuyu fixed him with a gaze that said yeah sure you don't but thankfully dropped the topic. A minute later (Y/N) was walking down the sidewalk quickly, bag of food in hand. "It's fucking freezing out there." She said as she stepped back into the store. Face flushed from the brisk air outside. "I thought you liked the snow?" Chifuyu inquired and she rolled her eyes. "I like the snow from inside, it's pretty to look at. But going out in it? Fuck that." She was quick to dole out the food and leaned against a wall to begin eating her own. "It's not that bad." Chifuyu said and she gave him a look of annoyance. "No it is. I'm uncoordinated as it is. You add ice to that and I'm basically doomed." She grumbled taking a bite of her food. Kazutora watched the interaction between the two quietly eating his own food. She was cute like this, all layered up and her face a bit flush from the cold. He was quick to shake the thought off, he needed to stop looking at her like this. She was something unattainable, something he wanted desperately but couldn't have.

  The work day was blessedly over pretty quickly after that, Chifuyu making the choice to send both her and Kazutora home early and he'd close up. Now (Y/N) and Kazutora walked back to their apartment building, the silence between them was comfortable. She didn't push for conversation and he was unsure what to say. She broke the silence first. "Think Chifuyu will keep the store closed tomorrow if it snows enough?" She asked and he looked over at her, she walked side by side with him though she kept her eyes ahead watching the patches of ice carefully so she wouldn't slip. "Probably not." He answered simply and she sighed. "I can hope, I suppose." She murmured, pulling her scarf a bit tighter around her neck. Of course the second she got her scarf right she slipped, she reached out and snagged Kazutoras jacket trying to catch herself. Though she merely tugged him down with her. "Ow." She grumbled, luckily she'd managed to fall in the snow. It wasn't until she actually refocused that she noted the position she landed in. Kazutoras hands were positioned on either side of her head and his face was merely inches away from hers. Kazutora was absolutely frozen, he hadn't been this close to her before. Her breath ghosted across his face, her lashes starred together by the snow that had stuck to them. He was struck entirely dumb, here he'd been avoiding touching her for the longest time but apparently the universe was conspiring against him. He'd had dreams like this, her under him in a similar manner though the context had been…much more perverse. "Sorry." He apologized and she merely blinked up at him for a moment. "S'okay technically I should be the one apologizing. I did pull you down with me." Her voice was soft, fuck he wanted to kiss her. The thought crossed his mind and as quickly as it had he was standing up, moving away from her. He could have sworn he saw a flash of hurt cross her face and she slowly pulled herself up out of the snow. Dusting off her jacket. "C'mon." He said wanting to get back home as soon as possible. His heart was still racing, he'd been so close to her. The temptation to kiss her had been so strong. 

  The rest of the walk was made in abject silence, with (Y/N) walking much more carefully. When he brought her to her door she paused with her keys in the lock, he'd only taken a step away from her when she turned to him. "Hey." He turned on his heel and she looked at him with an apprehensive look on her face. He watched her expectantly, she fidgeted a bit uncomfortably. "Did I…did I do something wrong? Or offend you somehow?" Now that was a curious question he stared at her confused. "No, why?" She shifted from foot to foot. She looked almost…scared. "I…I feel like you hate me sometimes. You don't talk to me, I bump into you and you recoil like I burnt you. I just…if I did something wrong or offended you somehow I'm sorry." She was looking at the floor, her hands were bunching up the front of her jacket which she held clasped tightly in her hands. He looked at her, he didn't know what to say here. 'She…thinks I hate her?' the very thought made his heart ache. He moved to close the distance between them and very carefully put his arms around her. Kazutora felt like he was on the verge of cardiac arrest from how hard his heart was pumping. "No, no I don't hate you." He tried to assure her she still wouldn't look at him despite their close proximity. "So why? Why do you act like you do?" He was struggling for words, did he tell her he loved her? Did he just assure that he didn't hate her? He pulled her back keeping a light grip on her shoulders. "I don't hate you. I promise." He tried to assure her and she shook her head. "That doesn't answer my question but it's fine. Don't worry about it. I was stupid to ask." She shook her head and swiped at her face, she wasn't going to cry. Not in front of him especially. He could tell she didn't believe him, fuck she looked like she was going to cry. Before he could even think about it further he kissed her, he practically melted into it. Her lips were soft against his own, a bit cold from their walk home. When he pulled back she was staring at him in surprise. "I like you, I like you a lot. But I shouldn't, I can't. You are good, you are so good, too good for someone like me. I can't-'' she cut him off by kissing him, this time it lasted a bit longer her arms moved to wrap around his neck and she felt her back pressed into her front door. When they pulled apart again his breathing was labored and his heart felt tight. "Who are you to say I'm too good for you? You are good, you've done some bad things absolutely. But I don't care about that." He stared at her entirely bewildered. "How can you say something like that?'' She merely shook her head, her eyes burned into him. God she felt so nice pressed against him like this. "Because Baji was your family, more than your own ever was. You've made so much progress since that all happened. You got better. I can't tell you to not feel guilty over it, I know that's probably never gonna go away. But actions you made when you were in a really bad place don't make you a bad person, Kazutora. We were kids." She reached up to hold his face between her palms, they still felt cool from their walk home. "I'm proud of the person you are right now, and I love you. A lot, so don't even tell me I'm too good. You mean the entire world to me. You understand me?" Her tone was serious but soft at the same time. He was struck speechless by her words. She was proud of him? She loved him? He felt as if this were all some kind of insane dream and he was quick to kiss her again, if this was all some kind of illusion he didn't want it to end. She fell into him easily, her mouth moved against his fluidly and her tongue gently moved with his own. When he pulled back her hands had moved to clutch the chest of his jacket. "You wanna come inside?" She asked and he was quick to nod, still rendered entirely speechless. She moved to unlock her door, keys still sitting in the lock. 

  Her apartment was near exactly as he'd imagined it, the space was small but warm exactly like her. The second the door was closed he was kissing her again. This time he had enough mental capacity to lightly place his hands around her waist and pull her flush against him. It felt so nice, having her like this. She practically clicked into place. Though when he felt his length stiffen in his pants he pulled back a bit, he didn't want to do too much too soon. Of course she pressed right back against him and the small moan that elicited made his face feel hot. Sure he'd watched a lot of porn but he'd never even kissed someone before now, much less slept with them. Suddenly he was anxious again. He pulled back from her lips and she watched him through half lidded eyes. "So…uhm…do you want to…?" Her face was dusted a light shade of pink. He instantly knew what she meant and it felt like his stomach flipped. "We-we don't have to, if you don't want to. I've also…I've never done…well any of this before." He felt hot, stifling in fact. He couldn't tell if it was from the blush across his face or the desperation for her. "S'fine I haven't really either." Now that took him entirely by surprise. He'd expected her to have at least once or twice before now. "Seriously?" It fell out of his face before he could stop himself and her face turned an even darker shade of pink. "Uh well yeah, I mean…opportunities were there just…never really had much interest in anyone else." It took a second for her words to actually strike him and process in his head. Anyone else…so she was interested in him? This whole time. Fuck he felt like an absolute idiot. Though he'd only been out of jail for a month and before that…well he only would've fucked things up before. That was all he needed to hear, he kissed her again. This time it was more desperate, more needing. He wanted her, desperately. He'd wanted this forever, it had just taken him a while to actually realize that.

  They quickly found themselves in her bed, mouths still pressed together tightly, his hands quick to move over her body. In an attempt to memorize every single curve and plane of her. Occasionally she'd let out soft little whimpers at his touch which he was quick to take note of, her neck seemed particularly sensitive. He pulled back from her again, both of them breathing somewhat heavily now. To actually see her stripped down to nothing but her underwear was something he tried to burn into his memory, she was always beautiful but this was something else entirely. Ever so carefully his fingers moved to tug at the hem of her underwear, she was quick to lift her hips and allow him to pull them off. 

While he had not one single clue what he was doing he was damn well going to figure it out. He was quick to remove his own boxers and place himself between her parted legs. Before she could try and ask what he was doing his fingers ever so carefully spread apart her folds. She was already wet just from having kissed him.

“T-Tora" she moaned and that was all he needed, he wanted more gone was any trace of his previous anxieties as he very carefully slipped a finger into her slut swirling around her plush walls. The familiar ache once again grew in his cock. Kazutora carefully did his best to stretch her out slowly. She was tight, ridiculously tight. He had every intention to take this as slowly as he needed to, despite his desperate desire to fuck her into the mattress until she was absolutely dumb for him. He pressed testingly around the warm wetness of her. Eventually inserting a second finger which caused a small sharp intake of breath. He moved to kiss her gently, a small nonverbal reassurance that he was going to take care of her. His lips didn't leave hers when he slowly began working her walls with the two fingers planted inside of her and small soft whimpers pulled themselves from her mouth and into his own. He continued gently pressing against the spot he'd found and kept her making the soft noises that he found her rather enjoyed. 

  After a few minutes of gently pressing and stretching he retracted his fingers from her. He pulled back from her lips as he carefully lined himself up with her entrance. His cock was throbbing with anticipation and he knew it was gonna be hard to go slowly. "If it hurts at all I'll stop ok? Just make sure you tell me. Promise I'll go slow." He assured her softly and she nodded. "I'll tell you if it does. I trust you Tora so I think I'll be fine." Fuck that sent his heart to fluttering and he carefully pressed the tip into her. She bit her lip a bit and he stopped once he had the tip fully inside. Fuck she was even tighter on his cock, the warmth felt amazing. He stopped for a second and noticed her hands were squeezing the blankets slightly. He was quick to reach down and pluck them off the blankets, taking on at a time and raising them to a comfortable level and interlacing his fingers with her own. He gave a small squeeze to one of them before pressing in a bit further. 

She inhaled through gritted teeth with a wince, a whimper passing through them. She felt far fuller than she should have only halfway having him inside. Even through the stretching ache she watched him carefully, she could see that going so slowly was painful for him, almost as much as it was for her. Though presumably for a much different reason. He remained entirely still and she couldn't tell if the small pulse she felt in her groin was from her or him. This was painfully slow.

His jaw was clenched and his sandy colored eyes passed over her in appraisal and took in (Y/N)s own expression, she could see the panic in his face. “fuck…I’m hurting you.” His voice was strained but the distress was evident between staggered breaths, She could tell he was about to pull out, put a stop to the whole thing, for fear of hurting her.

She took the decision out of his hands entirely. She didn't want him to stop; she wanted to finish what they had started. What, if she was being honest with herself, she'd been waiting for since they were teenagers. Her body moved on its own, leg wrapping around him a “no” trembling from her lips was all she could manage as she pressed herself flush against him. 

  The pain was hot and nearly blinding, she felt tears prick the corners of her eyes, and she grit her teeth at the feeling of being filled to capacity. At least now it was over he was in her fully and there was no longer only pain as her reward for having him there. Feeling him pressed against a particularly sensitive spot that practically caused her eyes to roll back.

A loud, groan slipped from behind Kazutoras clenched jaw. He was entirely still and panting, eyelids tightly shut. She was tight, she was so fucking tight. His cock throbbed harder than it had been. In all the fantasies he'd had of her he'd never imagined it to be like this. She gripped the hands still laced into her own tightly. His head fell forward, lips pressing against her own softly. He pulled back and looked down at the woman beneath him. She rocked her hips ever so lightly against him. Feeling him press into the soft plushy spot that made the growing coil in her guts tighten. "You really want th-this that bad?" He asked the slightest stutter so his words. He wanted to be fucking her but still he held himself back. A part of him was in disbelief over her actions. Though another part of him knew the small woman had always been stubborn and bullheaded. "Mhm, need it, need you. A lot " she managed to choke out, as if his cock buried to the hilt inside of her was crushing her ability to speak.

 He still gave it a moment, he wanted to pace himself at least moderately. While they'd passed the part that would be painful he already felt as though he might bust. He wasn't ready for that just yet, he was going to savor every single second of this he had. He started his thrusts slowly, building up to a rhythm. The soft little whimpers that came bubbling from her mouth were no longer ones of pain, for which he was grateful. He desperately wanted to slam into her. But instead he leaned down to catch her mouth with his own as he continued pulling in and out of her tight hole as gently as he could bring himself to. He quickly found though that it was just too much. Having her moaning, her walls fluttering around him and her lips pressed against his. In spite of his previous thoughts he found himself snapping his hips into her, the tip of his cock kissing her cervix and making both of them cry out. "fuck i’m sorry, i’m so fucking sorry, fuck can't stop. S'good, so good.” he whimpered into her lips. "S'okay ha-ah mmm-more Tora, please." She managed to squeak out between moans compressed from her every time he bottomed her out. That coil in her guts tightening by the second with his thrusts.

  He’s filling her up with his cum before he realizes it and she's mewling out having been pushed into her own orgasm. Kazutora finds he still can't stop, despite the overwhelming sensitivity of his cock. He needs her, as much as he can possibly get. Make up for years and years worth of lost time. 

  The two of them are a mess a passionate kisses, moans, cries, and limbs entangled in each other. He kisses and bites at the soft skin of her neck, his hands grip hers firmly and press them into the bed. 'It's just too good.' Neither of them had stood a chance once they'd hit their rhythm together. Having been quietly wanting to be with the other for so long. The desperation in every moment was glaringly apparent. 

  Their blissful moans and whines melded into each other. Continuously fucking each other into orgasm which seemed to come harder with each one that passed. "I love you, I love you ah T-tora~" the words are cried out desperately from swollen pink lips as he fucked himself into her more. He can hardly form words between his own moans but he manages. "I-I love you, s'mine, all mine." the words rolled off his tongue so easily. He loved her for a long time, far longer than he ever even realized. Now that he had her he was never intending to let go. Though judging by her reaction he doubted she would mind. He would do absolutely anything for her as long as she loved him, crying out his name and only his. There was a strong feeling of satisfaction knowing that no one had ever had her before him. That no one had or ever would see the cute faces she was making. They were his, she was his.

   He fucked another load into her and her hands squeezed his as he slowly rode her through her own orgasm. Her walls milked him for all that he had despite already being stuffed full of his cum. Once they'd finished Kazutora slowly withdrew himself from her warm and now thoroughly stuffed pussy. He had a small feeling of satisfaction as a bit of their mixed juices dribbled out of her and onto the bed. Stained the littlest bit pink from having broken her hymen.

  This was probably the best he'd ever felt in his life, he was on cloud nine as he laid next to her and pulled her into him. Neither of them even bothered with the blankets that were covered in sweat from multiple rounds merely curling up into the other, as close as they could possibly get. Somehow it still didn't feel quite close enough but it would have to suffice. He closed his eyes and breathed her in, the usual smell of her commingled with the smell of sex. Her fingers ever so softly moved to trace the lines of his tattoo. A small shiver worked its way up his spine at the motions. "I love you." She murmured tiredly and he was quick to press a kiss onto her forehead. "I love you too." He mumbled, it felt so right to say and he found himself amazed that he hadn't blurted it out in the years they'd known each other. 

  In this moment both of them found themselves glad they'd given into their desperation for the other. Both quickly drifted off to sleep entwined in the others embrace.

[rose-of-the-grave]

A Child's Wish

Pairing: Lily x James

Hey everybody, this one has been sitting in my drafts for a while but I finally finished it so here it is! This is based off this request. I'm the author (please don't repost).

Masterlist. Read on Ao3

Warnings: fluff, batman toy, Harry is in kindergarten, Jily lives

Word Count: 446

Description: Harry desperately wants the new Batman toy from McDonald's so Lily and James take him to get it.

Taglist: @sylveryfire, @fuckyeahsuperheropowercouples

Driving down the road with the radio blasting, the Potters were on their way home from a long day at the zoo. It had been a nice day out so they had taken Harry to see the animals, his favorite had been the giraffes because he got to pet one. On their way out of the park they had bought him a miniature stuffed giraffe from the gift shop. It was his new favorite thing now.

Lily turned down the radio to ask Harry a question.

“So Harry love, where should we go for dinner?”

He leaned forward in his seat and said, “McDonalds, please!”

James turned around to look at him. “Come on bud, we could go to Pizza Hut or some nice restaurant. Why there?”

“Cause I heard they have a happy meal toy I would love to have.” He said, very matter of factly.

Lily and James smiled.

“Sure, why not? Let’s go to McDonalds!”

Harry cheered from the back, happy to have gotten his wish. Ever since one of his friends at school had mentioned the Batman toy he knew he had to have it.

“Hi, welcome to McDonald's! What can I get started for you today?” The voice over the intercom said.

Leaning out of the car window, Lily said, “One Happy Meal please.”

After they finished the rest of their order they pulled up to the window to get their food. Handing back Harry's food, they both watched his face light up with joy as he opened it to find his new Batman toy.

“Yay! Look mama, papa!”

He showed them the toy. They both made impressed noises, thrilled by how much happiness the toy had brought him. Harry was their entire world, especially after they nearly lost him. Some might say they spoiled him but they both would much rather him be a bit spoiled than dead.

From the front of the car both Lily and James could hear Harry play with his new toy, making zooming noises.

“So Harry, you excited to show your friends at school your new toy?”

“Mhmm! I can't wait to show Liam!” Harry said excitedly.

James shared a look with Lily. Harry had been best friends with this classmate of his, Liam. Both of them were obsessed with superheroes. They were so glad that Harry was fitting in with Muggles thought they hoped that that wouldn't change as he got older and, presumably, went to Hogwarts like they did.

When they got home, Harry continued to play with his new toy along with his figurines that he'd already had, Superman and the Flash. His old Batman toy was replaced with the new one.

[roosterscockpit]

His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x reader P. 43

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Hi, babes! I just want to reiterate how thankful I am for each and every one of you. For everyone who has been reading from the start and to all my new readers! THANK YOU SOO MUCH! I love you all sooo much, you mean the world to me 🥹🥰 Before I start to cry... Happy reading and enjoy! ❤️

A/n: It's a big day for you and Bradley! There may also be a lot of Hangster in here. I know some of you REALLY enjoyed their flirty remarks with one another 😏😏😉

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: cursing, playful hostility, teasing, crying, mocking, drinking, but a whole lot of love-dovey shit 😍

I also might have a surprise for you all later 😍🫶🏼

Please don't take my work, I will find you. 

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Bradley’s POV

On our way to the store, Leia and I picked up Hangman. Leia insisted that he was a dog expert and had to come with us. We pulled up to the barracks and he was standing out front waiting for us.

He opened the car door with a smile and pulled the seat forward to greet Leia. She screamed with excitement. “Hangy! Look what daddy got me!” She practically shoved the puppy in his face.

His eyes went wide and he looked at me with a smile, “You actually got it for her, Rooster?” He grabbed the dog from Leia and gave it kisses. “That is a first. you never just do something. You always take a million years to pull a trigger.” He laughed as he rubbed noses with the puppy.

“Shut up and get in bitch, we’re going shopping.” I pulled my aviators down and looked at him.

“So hostile today.” He gave the puppy back to Leia and gave her a kiss on her head before he pushed the chair back in place. “I love it.” He climbed into the front seat and fist bumped me, “So what are we going to get?”

“We are going to be getting some stuff for the pup. Leia insisted you came because you are an expert with dogs.” I rolled my eyes behind my aviators.

He chuckled and put his aviators on before turning to Leia, “So Vapor, does the puppy have a name yet?” 

“Yea, his name is Jake!” She started to laugh.

He looked at me with that cocky ass grin. “He couldn’t have had a more perfect name!” He reached back and high-fived Leia.

I shook my head, “She’s joking. She told me that last night to prank me.”

“No his name is Jake, daddy!”

“Hey if it isn’t his name, it should be! It’s a great name! He will be the coolest pup ever.” Jake slapped my shoulder and smiled.

I sighed, “Hangman, the only thing that pup will be is bullied at the dog park for having a name like Jake.” I started to laugh.

“Gosh, really hostile today, Rooster.” He shook his head and put his seatbelt on. 

We arrived at the pet store. I brought over a cart and Hangman placed Leia and the puppy in it. I pushed the cart into the store. We browsed around as Leia picked out what she wanted for her pup.

After roaming around the pet store for an hour and a half, we left with a cart full of toys, treats, food, and more. Hangman insisted that the cart was too heavy for me to push so he volunteered to push it to my car. He loaded Leia into the car with the puppy as I loaded all the goodies into my trunk. We headed back to my house.

Leia brought the puppy out to the backyard to play while Hangman and I started to get things ready inside. We started putting all the toys away into a play crate.

“Hey man, so I actually wanted to ask you something.”

Hangman nodded, “Yea, sure, Rooster. What’s up?”

I ripped some tags off of a couple of toys, “So you know how y/n and I are going to get married?”

“I would love to.” Hangman laughed.

“Wait what? Do you even know what I was going to ask?” I looked at him confused.

He nodded his head, “Yea, to watch Vapor while you make baby Bradshaw #2?”

I laughed loudly and shook my head, “Hey man, we just got a dog. Baby Bradshaw #2 isn’t anywhere near in the upcoming future.” I threw toys into the crate. “I was actually going to ask, if you would uhm.” I gulped and looked up at him, “Be my best man?”

He looked up with furrowed brows and slowly dropped a toy into the crate. He blinked at me a couple of times and cocked his head, “Your best man?” He raised his eye brows in shock and he inhaled sharply, “Me, Rooster? Your best… man?” He pointed at himself.

I smirked at him, “Yea, Seresin. Will you be my best man?” I opened my eyes wide at him while raising my brows. 

He sat on the floor and opened his eyes wide in shock, “Are you pranking me?”

I shook my head and chuckled. “I’m fucking serious.”

He huffed out a breath, “What about Maverick?”

I looked down and smiled, “I think y/n, might have other plans for Mav. So what do you say?”

Hangman smiled big, “I want you to ask me like you’re asking me to prom or homecoming.” He crossed his arms and raised his brows.

“What?” I cocked my head at him and squinted my eyes.

He laughed and leaned forward to pat my shoulder, “I’m kidding.” He stood up and was lost for words. He started to nod his head.

I stood up and bro hugged him. I patted him on the back. “Is that a yes?” I pulled away from him and put my arms out with curiosity.

He chuckled and nodded, “Yea man, I am honored. I would love to be your best man, Bradshaw.” He huffed out another breath and shook his head at me.

I patted his back, “I wouldn’t be here with my girls if it wasn’t for you, man. I have to thank you for the rest of my life for that. I am here because of you.” I pressed my lips into a line trying to hold my tears back.

Hangman’s head dropped and he wiped tears from his eyes. He looked up at me and took a deep breath, “Now I would have done that for anyone.” He laughed and nodded. He pulled me in for a hug, “Of course, Rooster. I know you would have done the same for me.” 

I patted him on the back and pulled away, “Stop crying, Seresin.” I slapped his chest, “Be a man.” I smiled at him. “Thank you.” 

He shook his head at me, “No, Rooster. Thank you.” He sniffled one last time and wiped his rolling tear. “All right, where’s the little Vapor girl and this puppy?” He clapped his hands and headed for the sliding door.

I laughed and went to place the play crate by the TV. I went into the kitchen and set up the puppy’s food and water bowl. I laughed at Leia’s choice of bowls. The one she chose for his food read, “Paws off my grub!” And the water bowl read, “Tears of my owners.” I shook my head before placing them on the floor and filling them. 

I joined Leia and Hangman outside with the evergreen dog harness Leia chose for the pup. I came out onto the deck and watched as Hangman hopped around with the puppy as it chased him and Leia. Leia saw me and I held up the harness. “Ready to learn how to put a harness on him, babe?” She ran over.

I gave her the harness and she held it up to Hangman, “UNCLE JAKEYYY! Can you help me put the harness on?” She skipped over to Hangman.

I laughed and shook my head. I sat at the end of the deck and watched as he helped Leia put the harness on the puppy. He knelt down holding the puppy and Leia knelt next to him.

“Okay, Little V. First unbuckle the buckle.” He pointed to the black buckle and she unclasped it.  

“Now we hold the puppy’s arms gently like this and slip his arms through these two spots.” He helped guide the puppy’s arms into the slots. 

“And now his head.” Leia slipped the puppy’s head into the top hole. “Now buckle him up, honey.” She buckled the buckle and clapped. Hangman gave her a high-five. “Good job, honey! That was great!”

She grabbed the puppy from Hangman and placed it back on the floor so she could chase it around. Jake came over and sat with me at the deck. 

I patted his back, “Thanks, man. I knew she would have wanted you to teach her.” I shook my head and watched Leia run around.

“What can I say, Rooster? I am her favorite.” He gave me a smug look and raised his brows.

“I don’t know how Sarah ( @sarahsmi13s 💕) does it man. You are so full of yourself.” I laughed and shoved his shoulder.

“Hey, I am a catch. She loves me.” He placed his hand on his chest and cocked his head. “Just like how y/n loves your sassy ass.”

I opened my mouth slightly and pushed my tongue to my cheek. I took a deep breath. 

“Got you there, didn’t I bird boy?” Hangman laughed and patted my back. “So any ideas who is going to be my partner for the wedding? Who had y/n/n asked to be her maid of honor?”

“I already know whom she is going to ask, She just hasn’t done it yet.” I smiled at Hangman. “She’s hella cool though, don’t worry bud.” I slapped his chest. “But she does have a very VERY direct boyfriend. He has no filter, whatsoever.” 

Hangman laughed, “Sounds like my kind of guy.”

I shook my head, “No, man. He is worse than you. But he’s got all the right intentions.” 

“Okay, that’s a lot.” He laughed. 

Later on that afternoon, we all sat down and put together some lunch. I called you as Hangman and I made homemade uncrustables with Leia. 

“Hey, baby. How’s the meeting going?” 

“Hi, Bradley. I am so tired! There is so much planning going on today.” 

Hangman popped into the screen. “Hey, sweetheart!” He put his hand up and smiled.

“Oh hey, Hangman!” You smiled big and waved.

“Hey, girly! You are looking at your future husband’s best man!” He pointed at himself and smiled big.

“Oh my goodness, wait really!?” You covered your mouth and looked at me with wide eyes.

“That’s right, girl!” He started to do a little dance with his sandwich in his hand. “I wanted to be asked more formally, but you know. You get what you get.

I looked over at him with frown. “Really, man?”

You laughed, “How did you picture getting asked, Hangman?”

He leaned onto the counter and took a bite of his sandwich. He pointed it at you and smiled, “I am glad you asked, sweetheart.” He took another bite of his sandwich. “I pictured that he could write it out in the sky for me, got down on his knee with some beer, and asked me in front of everyone on base.”

“How the hell could I have written it in the sky and then got down on a knee to give you a beer?”

“Make it work. Show me some love, Rooster.” Hangman laughed as he took another bite of his sandwich. I shoved him. “Don’t get mad, Roo. I know you love me.”

“I think I might have to ask someone else to be my best man.” I laughed.

“No one is better than me. You know I’m the fun one.” He winked at me.

I brought my attention back to you. “I’m sorry, baby. We are wasting your lunch time. I will show you what Leia got for the puppy.” I showed you the bowls, all the toys, the dinner and water bowl, and his harness.

“Leia picked such great stuff!” You smiled and looked at your watch. “I have to get going, Brad. I have to go pick up my lunch still. I just wanted to call to check in. I will see you tonight. I love you.”

I got sad and nodded. “I’ll see you later, baby. I love you too.”

Hangman barged in holding Leia, “Bye momma! We love you too!” They waved at you.

I laughed and we all waved goodbye. 

“I love you.” Hangman mocked me. 

I shoved him and picked up my sandwich, “I hate you.”

Your POV

After a long night at work, you decided to meet up with Bri. You suggested you two meet at The Cordova bar. When you got there it wasn’t very busy. There was only about 10 people in there. It had just opened. You and Bri grabbed some key lime pie martinis and sat at a couch in the corner.

You sat facing one another and sipped your drinks.

“God, I needed this after these past couple of weeks.” I took another sip of my drink.

“Oh, girl I bet. It’s been a super eventful couple of weeks for you and it’s just going to get busier, sis.” She sipped her drink, “I’m really happy you asked me to come out. I wanted to let you know Billy’s little sister Alex ( @bradshawsbitch 💕) is here AND Amanda ( @callmemana 💕).” She winked at you.

You sat up, “Alex and Amanda are here?” Bri nodded at you, “I haven’t seen Alex since you and billy started dating. I remember when he brought her to the house. She was only like 14.”

“Yea well, she’s almost 22 now. She’s actually coming down here to stay with her man in the navy.” She winked at you. 

“Oh no. Her too!” You started to laugh. “How about Amanda? She was around the same age as Alex the last time I saw her. How is she?”

Bri laughed, “She’s good. She just finished school. Mom and dad say she’s still at home with them, but she was thinking of coming to stay here with me at one point.” She took another sip of her drink. “But I just wanted to let you know they’ll be here for a couple of months. They’ll be staying with us at the house.” She set her drink down, “Not that you mind, you stay at Daddy rooster’s house.” She wiggled her eye brows at you. 

You laughed and slapped her arm. You nodded and continued to laugh, “You know Bradley beat me to being the first to asking his best man to be his best man.” You raised your brows.

She put her drink on the back of the couch and looked at you with wide eyes, “You. Are. Joking!” 

You shook your head, “I am not.” You bit your lip and raised your brows. 

“Are you going to ask Penny?” She smiled curiously and sipped her drink.

You bit your lip and gave her a devious look. She looked at you concerned, “Bitch. What?”

You sipped your drink and put it down on the table in front of you. You pulled a box from your bag. You handed it to her and smiled. “Surprise!”

She looked at you funny and put her drink on the table next to yours. She grabbed the box and held it on her lap, “Is it our friend-averisay already? You shouldn’t have, babe!” She winked at you and lightly shook the box. You looked at her with wide eyes.

She untied the Navy blue velvet bow on the white box and removed the lid from the box. Her eyes went wide and she started to tear up. 

“Oh my gosh! Y/n ! Really??” She wiped the tears rolling from her eyes. She looked up at you, “Are you serious right now?” She put her hand over her mouth.

You started to cry too. You nodded and put your arms out to her. She leaned into your embrace crying. You rubbed her back and held her head close to yours.

“Yes! A million times yes! Oh my gosh.” She pulled back and wiped her tears again. “This is so crazy!” She picked up her drink and downed the rest of it. “She put the empty glass on the table and started to rummage through the box. 

The inner lid of the box read, “Will you be my maid of honor?” Inside there was blue shredded filler paper to fill the box. On top of that filler paper, there was a white rose, a white wine glass with Bri written across with navy blue lettering, a navy blue scrunchy that had a little tag that said, “To have and to hold that hair back”, some cute diamond stud earrings, and a cute crystal paperweight that had a big navy blue B on the top of it. 

She looked at you and laughed with tears rolling down her face, “So does that mean I am stuck with Hangman for the wedding season?” She sniffled and laughed.

“I am so sorry girl, yes.” You laughed back and wiped her tears.

She shook her head, “I love you, y/n. Thank you so much.”

You pulled her in for another hug. “I love you too, Bri.” 

After sobering up from your two drinks, you finally headed home. When you arrived home you were greeted by Bradley and Hangman. 

“Hello, I am home!” You came through the front door and closed it behind you. You took off your boots. Bradley came running over and slammed into you hard. He peppered kisses all over your face. 

“My baby! I missed you.” He gave you one last big kiss on your lips. 

Hangman came around the corner with popcorn in his hand, “Would you both be quiet? Vapor and the puppy just fell asleep. GOSH! Some people have school tomorrow! No manners.” He shook his head and laughed.

You looked at him with narrowed eyes and put your arms out. He looked down and look up at you with a scrunched devious smile. He ran over daintily with his arms open and gave you a big hug.

“How is Bradley’s best man? What have you guys been up to?”

“Best man ever is great. We’ve just been hanging out. Being guys.”

You looked at him confused, “Being guys?”

He threw some popcorn at you, “You wouldn’t understand, sweetheart. It’s confidential.” He smirked at you and walked away.

You scoffed and laughed. Bradley picked up the popcorn and ate it. He threw his arm around you and walked over to the kitchen with Hangman. 

“So Jake. I have good news for you.” You skipped over to his bowl of popcorn and stole some.

He threw more popcorn in his mouth and chewed it aggressively, “You’ve decided to leave Rooster and let me marry him instead?” He grabbed your hand, “You shouldn’t have, honey.” 

You frowned and made your mouth into an o. You threw popcorn at him and he laughed. He put his hands up to defend himself, “YOU’RE WASTING MY POPCORN, Y/N! STOP!” He put all the loose popcorn back into the bowl, “What is your good news?”

“You officially have a partner for the wedding.” You smiled slyly. 

He slapped his hands hard on the counter and then balled his fist. He brought his hands up to his face and yanked them back down, “YES! THAT’S MY FUCKING GIRL! CONGRATULATIONS, SWEETHEART!” He pulled you in hard and hugged you tightly. “Who did you ask?”

“I asked my best friend, Bri tonight. She said yes!” You squealed and Hangman matched your energy. 

Bradley gave you a big hug, “congratulations, baby! I knew she would say yes!” He gave you a kiss. “How did you ask her?”

“Well, I made her a box. It was white with a Navy blue velvet bow. Inside of the lid, it said ‘will you be my maid of honor?’ And then I put a bunch of goodies in it.” 

Bradley looked from the side of his eye at Hangman. He already had his hands on his hips with an annoyed look on his face. “Where is mine, Bradley Nicolas Bradshaw?” 

Bradley looked at you and back at Hangman. He rolled his eyes, “Oh my gosh.” 

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Don't worry, baby, there is more Hangster to come if it wasn't enough for you 😉 I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! You both have officially picked out your MOH and BM! I can't wait to see what the rest of the wedding planning will be like! I will see you all in the next part! 🫶🏼

Babies are tagged in the comments 😍

[cauldron-of-oddities]

Crows are social and likes to be in groups, but owls prefer to be alone or in pairs. What I'm saying is, when Ekko is changed there's only one person (bird) allowed to break his solitude, or he'll get moody.

High Up in the Branches

Owls, it turned out, had exceptional hearing along with excellent eyesight. This, combined with someone who likes to tinker on his own (with one exception) and a heart that was just a little too giving, ment the world was sometimes just a bit too much. Today already felt like a lot, and respite proved hard to find.

He'd seek out high perches where he could be alone for a while. Today's choice had been the market before it got started, a novel quiet view of a place usually so busy. Early morning was the only time there was a lull in Zaun. Everyone was either asleep or drunk. From the afternoon on the market stalls would come to life bartering and promoting their wares, the shops would open up, and the food stalls would cook up a storm of scents.

A loud crash had him winching. The cause had been an enforcer pushing someone who passed by a bit too close into a stall. His feathers bristled, and the wooden pole he was perched on, he was sure, had a new set of groves. Luckily, it seemed everyone was all too eager just to move on, but the undercurrent of tension that was creeping in was worrisome.

Agitated with too much on his mind, he sought somewhere else to sort his head.

First, he went to Benzo's attic. The window was easy to open with a little contraption he and Powder had designed. The shadowy room offered him exactly what he needed. Calming down on the window still, he considered his anger, how he'd like to act, but for now, it would result in too much trouble. Instead, he opted to get productive another way; tinkering on the hoverboard.

Was it a needed device? Maybe not. But, to fly when human, meant you could when injured or you could carry your loot and finds back, and it would divert attention from the birds. About to shift, the attic hatch opened. “Ahha, thought I heard you there boy, excellent timing, I have a job for…” Benzo never got to finish his sentence, with a hooted huff he flew off.

Next, he went home. Perhaps he could read to take his mind off of things. But this was too quiet. The long hours his parents worked were getting worse, and being here when they should be too and weren't was wrong. With no distraction whatsoever, it was his head that became too noisy. Sitting on the back of a chair, the emptiness of the apartment had him leaving again. He decided he did want company, seeing a flash of blue in his mind.

The roof of the Last Drop was empty, Powder was the only one ever to come up here with some frequency. That having been said, as of late every time he'd come by for a visit, her entire family would be constantly checking up on them. Maybe today would be alright.

He only has to wait a little while. She appeared soon enough on the roof. He lets out a few happy hoots as a greeting. “Hey Ekko. Need to get away for a bit?” He nods. "Hmm, me too.” She flung her legs over the edge of the roof beside him. It's comfortable sitting like this with her, he'd like for her to pet him, alas he does not share her gift for speech, but his fidgeting has her attention and with that he feels her scratch his chest plumage, the extra soft feathers he'd been informed.

All's right with the world, letting the happiness of being with her rush through him.

It's short lived though as Claggor calls out. The taps are broken. She promises that she'd be right back and she is, only then Vi's there popping up to say hello to him and then Vander with drinks, just to check, and then Mylo teasing her “Hey, quit cuddling with your boyfriend, tables need wiping.” throwing a rag at her. “He's my friend.” She calls after Mylo.

He's bristling again, he wanted some time to himself, he wants her to himself, and that remark has him feeling a twisting churning mess of feelings. “Sorry.” She shrugs with a sigh as she gets up to go down.

With a heave, he flies off. Today was not to be his. And he's feeling all sorts of trapped in his own skin. He needs a distraction. It's a quick flight to the pipelines and tunnels, a favourite spot for air surfing. It had not a wise idea, it turned out. Lost in thought, he'd gotten lost himself.

First things first, get out of the tunnels. From there, you can fly up and out. In the distance, almost as bright as Powder's blue, he sees the tell tale green of firelights, where they are, there must be a way out. As he gets closer, there's not just a few of them, but a whole swarm, its enough to blind him for a moment.

When he breaks through the sight that greets him, is one from a story book. A great tree, tall as a tower, fully green, with reaching twisting branches surrounded by the flickering glow of the firelights. It's magical.

Ekko lands on a sturdy branch close to the trunk of the tree, hidden between the green and browns, where he finally relaxed. The soft buzzing of the firelights and a rustling breeze are the only noise. It was heaven to his sensitive ears and eyes as he took in the view.

The flutter of wings approaching and slowing alerts him to company. Could he get no quiet to sort out his thoughts? Debating on whether he should shift back to his human form, he sees Powder land and shift beside him on the branch and change in a lovely whirl of blue.

“Sorry I followed you, you looked so ruffeld I couldn't just leave you.” Her fingers run over his head and the long tufts, his annoyance instantly soothed. She looked around, the awe on her face much like he was feeling a moment ago. She turned to him with a soft smile on her face.

He knew Powder loved it, the noise and boisterous chaotic and creative nature of Zaun, but she too knew the need to sometimes get away from it all. Too much input could leave you feeling fried or rather unwanted input could.

“What's eating you? You don't need to answer, but ya know if you want to talk…” She trailed off. He does, but it's all stuck. He wants to tell her everything from his worries about his parents to the strained undercurrent he'd felt in the streets to how he feels. He badly wants to tell her how she makes him feel. Instead, he puffs up and deflates. “Bad day, huh, I know those. Want me to go?”

No, he wants her to stay. He wants her comfort. He tries to vocalise the feeling as best as he can.

His hoot did not sound that pathetic, did it? The sound is small and a bit panicked as he flaps his wings in protest to her leaving. “Ok, ok, I stay.” She's laughing now, shit, this is embarrassing.

She looks out through the leaves and down to the clearing. “It's pretty here.” Is all she said as she resumed petting him and softly humming.

He's not sure how long they sit like that, the peacefulness of where they are finally sinking into him. With a stretch, he changes back, “Thanks, Blue.”

“Feel better?”

“Hard to remain moody when my favourite Blue is here.” She gives him a shove for that, even as her cheeks dust pink.

He looks out over the clearing charmed by the bugs and the tree.

“This would be a good place to nest.” He trails off before he realises what he said. “I mean rest. To take a break.” Now he feels the warmth rise to his face, one hand hiding his face. She's giggling as he looks at her through his fingers.

“Woa, getting way ahead there. You don't even have a partner yet.” Is he imagining it, or did that sound wistful?

“But yeah, it's nice here, and it would be a good place to build something, I mean, it looks old but sturdy.” She's pointing to a platform a little below them. It would be an awesome place for a treehouse. He agrees. “We could probably rig some of the pipes around here for some plumbing. It could be a workshop of sorts for when we need some space.” Seeing her light up thinking of all the projects they could do, it made his insides feel like an entire flock of sparrows wanted to fly out.

He'd always known how he felt about her. In this moment, it hits him with a startling amount of want. Powder, his best friend, his cleverest friend, his prettiest friend. Powder, who was becoming more lovely by the day, who was embracing her inner daredevil and mischievous nature, and it made him want all the more.

He wants to hold her hand when they're out, to bury his nose and beak in her neck, and he wants to put his hands in her hair and preen her feathers. He'd also very much like to kiss her.

Her head leans his chest, and his heartbeat picks up a little. Would everything change to have it spoken? Would this remain the same? How did he tell her? That he was head over heels for her.

This was fun and a good chance to set the scene for a bit more.

@2btheanswertothequestion hope you enjoy it, and part 2 is in the making.

[scary-lasagna]

Imma be honest, I dont care for a lot of the more popular creepypasta characters, BUT. If you could write headcanons or something similar about Smile Dog acting like a normal hellhound, flipping between cute puppy and hellish monster just on a normal day, I'd be so appreciative. I mean, hes a dog. You cant go too wrong with him.

Smile Dog

Smile has a very important job at the manor. He even has his own work vest and everything.

Smile takes care of the rodents with Seed, barks at Grinny cat, and has a side hobby of eating food off of the floor at family mealtime.

Then, at the end of the day, he opens Jeff's door without opposable thumbs (genius) and chills with his owner until he sleeps.

Of course, right when Jeff falls asleep, Smile must make sure to wake him up to go to the bathroom. This is an absolutely necessary part of his day.

Now that we have the overview, let's see what Smile does on a normal day.

"Hi, Puppyy!!!" The girl with Jeff's smile was always so nice to him before he went to work. And always scratched him behind the ear, just how he likes it. But she reeks of stinky perfume and nail polish, along with Jeff's dirty laundry, so Smile doesn't like to stay long.

Besides, Old Man is always on time to feed him, and he simply cannot be late.

"There you go," Slender says, with a single rub on the head.

Meat.

And with a growl that shook the kitchen, Smile lunged at the food and immediately started eating bite-shaped chunks out of his food bowl.

You might be thinking, well, isn't that normal for a hungry dog? Well, hungry dogs usually eat what is inside the bowl. Not the bowl itself. But...it all goes down the same way, and he's never had a terrible potty break.

Speaking of potty....

"Jesus!" Tim snapped, and barely managed to swing his leg up in time to dodge Smile barreling down the hallway. "Jeff, get your fuckin' hound!"

Smile eagerly gnawed on the door handle until he managed to open it, and shoved it open. The door handle has already made its imprint of a crater shaped hole in the wall. The same routine every single morning really does a number on the drywall.

Jeff's eyes shot open, and scrambled out of bed before Smile could break another rib this week. Smile was too excited to hear his owner beg for mercy as all 160 pounds of dog galloped toward him.

Jeff was crushed and pinned all at once, groaning in pain from the sheer weight of his companion licking and gnawing at any bone he could identify. "All right, all right, I'm up. Fuckin' Hell, kid." Smile hopped backward, leaping vertically as Jeff staggered toward the useless leash and collar.

Smile dragged him around in the mornings until his zoomies wore off, but Jeff spent $60 on this at the nearest Underrealm pet shop; So he might as well use it, right?

After Jeff was dragged around, tripped down the stairs, and got new grass stains on his PJ's Smile was ready to take on the day.

For acting as a human ragdoll at times, Jeff knew Smile didn't ever mean him any harm. He was just a big goofball with a lot of energy. As Jeff fixated Smile's work vest, Smile took deep breaths, and scanned the lobby.

Mission today: Eradicate rodents. Yell at Grinny for sleeping on the job. Motivate and help Grinny catch rodents. Catch any treats the house guests are rewarding Smile. Go to bed by 11pm so he can wake up and do it all over again.

"Stay." Jeff ordered, and held Smile by the collar. And while Smile obviously had the strength to knock Jeff off his feet and rip his arm off from the sheer take-off speed, Smile listened to Jeff whenever he wasn't running at the speed of light.

Smile whined in excitement, and hopped around on each paw, twitching to get ready to run. Jeff attached the tracker to his "Hellhound at Work" collar, which only drove up Smile's excitement.

"Alright...go get em', kid." Jeff gave him a send-off smack on the hind, and Smile launched toward the open set of doors.

And so,

he's off.

"JEEFF!! Get your fuckin' hound!"

[inherstars]

Went out to Easton today, and stopped into a little art gallery we like. They have a GIANT orange tom who is their official greeter / shop cat, and we love him. I went over to pet him, but he got up and walked away, so I thought, oh, maybe he's just not in the mood today.

The owner was like, "Oh, no, he wants you to go watch him eat."

I'm like, "What, really?" but sure enough he was standing and looking at me expectantly, so I followed him, and he led me into the back, glancing back to be sure I was following, right to his food bowl. Where he meowed at me, then hunkered down to eat, pausing every so often to be sure he still had my attention. I petted him, and he was just purring and eating.

Fidget used to sometimes meow at us to come "watch his back" while he ate, but this is the first time I ever had a cat expect me to follow him for the sheer privilege of getting to watch him snack.

[alfredosauce50]

One more night

[Boxer! Denmark x reader] 11

Wordcount: 4, 365 Rating: M for strong language and mature themes

The reader is referred to as she/her

One more night - 11

Off to the races

Mathias rolled his fists against a speed bag, getting it to bounce back and forth rhythmically. A sheen of sweat had glazed over his skin from head to toe, but he never faltered. He was finally back in the zone.

He also lost everything he gained, revealing his past triumphs. Bulging shoulders, a six-pack, and strong legs for a muscular body. He swung into the speed bag one last time, making it rock to and fro.

And he was just getting started.

“You’re in a good mood today,” You commented from the kitchen, sipping a warm cup of coffee. Everyone slept in on Sundays, Allen included, but he got up at nine to do nothing but scribble in his sketchbook.

“Am I?” He lifted his eyes to you, only to look down at his page again. “What gave it away?”

“You’re drawing.”

“I can’t channel my inner negativity sometimes?”

“I think we both know how you actually do that.”

“Okay, fine. You got me.” He mumbled, moving his pencil around for a few finishing touches. Once he was satisfied, he held up his drawing with a proud, toothy grin. “Look. It’s a fortress.”

“Wow,” You mouthed. A smiling stick figure with black shades stood on top of a castle, raining machine gunfire and grenades on the masses below. “And who’s that guarding the fortress?”

“Me.”

“What about all the people down here?”

“I think you know.” He put his sketchbook down.

Now that Mathias moved back home, Allen was the happiest he’d ever been. Even though they were on better terms, this was his home, and he had a very particular idea of what that looked like.

“You guys realize Hammy has been roaming outside his cage for a while.” Amy sauntered in with a squint.

Allen flew off the couch and scrambled into the hallway. With his spot vacant, she plopped down next to you and kicked her feet onto the coffee table. When he came back with his pet, he scowled.

“Hey, you stole my spot!”

“Didn’t see your name on it.”

“I was literally just there!” He stuck out a hand.

“Well, you weren’t for a second.” She hummed.

The three of you, just like old times.

“To think I used to complain about people bringing their babies to the theater,” Amy muttered, collecting her popcorn from the snack bar. She spun around to reveal Bob strapped to her torso. “Now I’m people.”

“And you’re seeing Captain America of all movies.”

“I must be crazy.”

“I mean,” You made a face. Amy was the one who suggested this, but now that she was here, she had to be persuaded. “It was either here or the gym. It’s not your fault Malena couldn’t take him tonight.”

“That’s not even the problem,” She sighed.

“Then what is?” You asked, confused.

“I don’t wanna leave Bob with anybody right now.” Amy hugged him close, face falling slightly.

She still had a hard time being away from her baby after that incident. She didn’t have a choice while working, but now that she was off-duty, keeping him around was always at the back of her mind.

“Then I guess we’ll have to get him used to these kinds of places.” You pulled her along, watching her expression closely. She let you, albeit reluctantly. “There’s a first time for everything, you know?”

“I guess,” She fixed his earmuffs. “Sorry, Bob.”

“When was the last time you went to see a movie anyway?” You asked, walking inside with her.

“Beats me.”

Two hours later, you both emerged from the theater.

“That was fucking amazing,” She let out, smiling from ear to ear. “Bob fell asleep halfway through!”

You and Amy swung by Whole Foods after.

“Do you think he’s gonna win?” She asked, watching you add several bananas to the shopping cart.

The question had been looming over your minds ever since Mathias brought it up. Heavyweight boxers from all over the continent fought under one arena for the belt.

“It’s hard to say,” You shook your head, falling deep in thought.

“Yeah.”

“I’m just relieved he didn’t give up.”

“Me too.” She furrowed her brows.

“Whatever happens, I’m really happy that he’s kinda himself again,” You added, smiling briefly. Because even after everything that happened, he didn’t quit. And that couldn’t be more fitting for who he was.

“Well, I’m glad he’s back.” Amy hummed, though her expression came off as more bittersweet than anything. Your face fell slightly when you picked up on it. “I wouldn’t be telling you this otherwise.”

“Telling me what?”

“That Mat told me,” She inhaled a deep breath before revealing what had been on her mind forever. “He wanted you to move out with him. And I just want you to know that I’m a hundred percent for it.”

“What?” Your heart sank. “He told you?”

“Ages ago, actually. I just never had the chance to bring it up. Didn’t wanna cause any more drama,” Amelia explained, pushing the cart along as she spoke. “What, with everything that went down?”

You turned away, eyes darting restlessly and mind racing with a million thoughts. This whole time?

“Allen would’ve gone nuts.” She widened her eyes.

It was no secret that he loved you dearly, going so far as to use you as an emotional crutch. To leave was to put him in a vulnerable headspace, but you couldn’t be there for him forever, not even if you wanted to.

“Not that he won’t freak out if you told him now, but he might not fly off the handle when you do.”

“But what about the apartment?” You asked, voice faint. Now that moving out was on the table, every doubt you’ve ever had flooded your mind in a rush of anxiety. “And what about Bob? I can’t just leave.”

“We’ll be fine,” Amy assured, holding your shoulder. It was a blanket statement at best, but how else were things supposed to be? “Allen will have to get a job someday. And Bob won’t be small forever.”

“But he’s only six months old.” You uttered.

“He can sit upright and eat scrambled eggs, now. That’s pretty big if you ask me.” She nudged you.

You laughed some, thankful for her lightheartedness.

“But, point is,” She went back to pushing her cart, as reflective of the continuation of the conversation.  “You’ve already been there for the most crucial part of his life. And nine months before that too.”

“Of course I was, Amy. That’s a given.”

“What if it’s not supposed to be given?” She asked, much to your dismay. “You’ve already done so much for us, and I can’t just force you to stay forever. That would be the most selfish thing I could do to you.”

“Maybe,” You replied stiffly. Everything she just said was a stark reminder of what you told Allen once, and you always regretted it from the bottom of your heart. “But you aren’t forcing me to do anything.”

“Really?”

“I love living with you guys,” You let out, voice faint to hide the sadness in it. “You’re my best friend.”

Amy stood perfectly still, overwhelmed by a rush of emotions. Then, she turned to you, eyes wide. When she saw that you were barely holding it together, she did something completely out of character.

She hugged you as tight as she could.

“I know.” She shut her eyes. “But you have to go.”

You hugged her back, lips pursed tightly in a frown. She knew what you really wanted, and would go to great lengths for you to have it. Even if it meant letting you go, the hardest thing she could ever do.

“Do you think Bob will remember me?”

“He will if you visit,” She released you with a content smile, knowing she managed to convince you. So, she took in your face for what felt like the last time. “So don’t go somewhere I can’t get to, okay?”

Getting Amelia on board with the idea was easy because she was already all for it. Allen, on the other hand, would be a completely different story. But you had to tell him someday, even if that wasn’t today.

You pushed the door open to the local boxing gym.

When you got inside, you saw Mathias doing mitt work with Allen. Their brewing friendship was the most unexpected development yet, and you had to cover your mouth to hide your enthusiasm.

They had more in common than they looked.

The sun was almost set when you three walked home together. Allen had his arms folded behind his head, his dark eyes staring into the distance. Mathias had your hand in his, which squeezed you here and there.

“So,” You began, breaking the comfortable silence with a query. “Are you two friends now?”

They both made a face, brows raised and squinting.

“I don’t think Allen would be comfortable with that.”

“No, I wouldn’t.”

“Oh, alright.” You sighed, stifling a laugh at their synchronization. “I was just curious, is all.”

“Saying we’re friends would be putting him on the same level as you. And that’s gross.” Allen mumbled.

“There’s always distinctions you make with different friends you have,” You glanced at him and watched his expression intently, which didn’t seem to change. “Surely you have friends you’re close to, or not at all.”

“Not really,” He shrugged. “I mean, I used to.”

A brief silence followed, and you were left to put the pieces together. Mathias didn’t have any idea what he implied, but you knew better. He must’ve been talking about his pals from Afghanistan.

“It’s fine.” Allen grinned at you. “I have you guys.”

You didn’t say anything more, only bringing his arm down to hold it. He appreciated the gesture, the discreteness of it, and smiled warmly at you to prove it. You smiled back as if to tell him he was right.

He had you, Amy, and Bob.

Slowly, but surely, Mathias could make the cut too.

“You told Amy,” You began, staying in the doorway as he shuffled through his things in his bedroom. Allen waited outside in the front yard, giving you both a moment of privacy, however brief that may be.

Mathias stopped for a moment, back turned to you.

“Are you mad at me?” He murmured.

“No,” You neared him, gaze softening. He glanced over his shoulder, surprised. But that dissolved into relief as soon as you said this. “I’m actually glad you did. I don’t think I would’ve been able to tell her.”

“I’m glad,” He smiled, taking your hands.

You smiled back, warmed by his touch.

“She loves you more than you know.”

Out of the four of you, Mathias was the least afraid of change. It took a lot of faith to carry himself the way he did, and he did so naturally. Without him, you would’ve been stuck in the same place for years.

“So, what did she say?”

Allen kicked a pebble off the pavement. When he glanced up at the apartment again, he saw you two having a conversation. About what, he didn’t know. But he could make a judgement from afar.

The way Mathias looked at you, laughed, then picked you up in the tightest embrace had him wondering if this was the end of everything he knew. It was a huge jump from point a to b, but he wasn’t stupid.

He looked too happy for it to be anything else.

You did too, talking excitedly about something he wasn’t a part of, and never would be. When that dawned on Allen, he turned away, heart in his hand. That night, he walked home by himself.

Out on the balcony where he always was, he knelt over his plants and tended to them. Basil, thyme, sage, and parsley—all Summer herbs. He snipped off the stalks and harvested them for the coming Fall.

“Why didn’t you wait for me?”

“I thought you were staying at his place.”

“If I was, I would’ve said that.” You stepped outside with him. When he didn’t respond, you instantly knew he was bent out of shape over something, but what, you didn’t know. “What is this really about?”

“Nothing,” He kept chopping his plants, but his movements grew less and less controlled as he continued. His front was already crumbling, and you just got here. “Everything’s just nice and peachy.”

“Okay, Al.” You relented, turning to the sliding door.

The sight of your back was all it took.

“If you don’t wanna talk about it, you don’t have to.”

What remained of his hard exterior was all but gone. You broke him down all over again, and simply by letting him be. He couldn’t take it anymore. Not the distance, or the reality that he could never have you.

“Wait.” He stood up, sighing. “Don’t close that door.”

You stopped halfway through the door frame, your eyes softening at his change of heart. If he had something to tell you, you did too. And your concerns were realer than what he thought he saw out there.

“I wanna talk.”

Mathias knocked on the doorframe of his coach’s office. In his hand was the slip of paper he’d been itching to get for the past month. He handed it to his mentor, who scanned it before tossing it on his desk.

With that out of the way, the old man stood up and brushed past him in a slight hobble.

“Get your wraps. We’re gonna start with the basics.”

Allen stood with you on the balcony, his arms draped over the railing. He stared into the night as he tried to think of the words. After a few minutes of mulling it over, this was the best he could come up with.

“So, what, he propose to you or something?”

“No!” You shot him a heated look, watching his brows go up. “Is that what you were upset about?”

He pursed his lips, hands raised in denial. But seeing that you were unconvinced, he just sucked it up.

“Yeah.”

“Well, he didn’t propose, okay?”

“Then that’s all I wanted to know,” He grinned, voice rich with satisfaction. He went back to his usual self almost instantly, hopping back into the living room. “Now all I’m missing is a kiss for good measure.”

“A kiss?” You stifled a laugh.

“You know I’m only kidding.” He scraped the bottom of his flip-flops against the entry mat to clean them. When Allen faced you again, he leaned against the door frame. “You don’t have to if you don’t wanna.”

He might’ve said one thing, but the gentle smile on his face meant another. And since you couldn’t give him what he really wanted, you gave him the next best thing. You leaned forward and hugged him.

Allen’s arms went around you on instinct, like a reflex he didn’t need to think about. There, he nestled his chin on your head, closing his eyes in the embrace. Then, his smile grew out of a deep sense of peace.

Now this wasn’t so bad. He also got the assurances he needed, so why was he still so sad?

“Listen, Al.”

Mathias raised his gloved fists, bright red in color.

“I have something I need to tell you.”

With his head low and eyes up, he looked intensely focused as he jabbed the sandbag in front of him. Only they were nothing but light taps, hitting the same spot on the leather, over and over.

“Okay, then tell me.” Allen was a little unnerved that you even had to announce it. What he saw tonight, how he always felt around you, and your anxious demeanor only seemed to validate that fear.

“I’m moving out with Mat.” You finally let out.

“Oh.”

A few seconds of painstaking silence went by.

“When?”

Mathias tightened the strings of his hoodie until only his face was left uncovered. Now that Summer was ending, he could feel a cool breeze on his morning runs. The seasons were changing, and so was he.

“I don’t know, but probably sometime after his tournament. We haven’t decided on anything yet,” You answered truthfully, scanning his face for something, anything. But he gave you nothing.

“Does Amy know?”

Or so you thought.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I told her last week.”

“Right.” He looked down, eyes darkening. It was inconceivable that anybody could be so hurt over something so minor, but Allen wasn’t just anybody. “Why am I always the last one to know things?”

“I was gonna tell you, Al. I promise.” You spoke softly, taking his arms. “I just had to find the right time.”

“Why is it always Amy you go to when you know something will affect me most?” He rubbed his eyes with one hand, choking back a sob. “You guys are always keeping things from me and leaving me out!”

“We only do that because we don’t wanna hurt you!” You flushed, making him shake his head bitterly.

“You’re gonna hurt me anyway. So you might as well just say it.” Allen muttered, staring dead into your eyes as a single tear fell from his. His words were cutting, and the way he looked at you, even more so.

“I’m sorry,” Your voice broke. “I never mean to.”

He was right about being excluded, and he had all the right in the world to berate you for it. It was also selfish to expect him to react any different, especially when you’ve always known of his greatest fear.

Being isolated, physically or mentally.

“And you probably already knew that, too.” He shook his head again, turning away to get to your bedroom. But before he could lock himself in it, you grabbed onto his wrist. “You just didn’t wanna freak me out.”

“Of course I didn’t wanna freak you out,” You let out, tone desperate. “That’s the only reason why I have a hard time telling you about these things. Not because I don’t love you, or don’t feel close to you.”

“And how’s that turning out for you?” He faced you, eyes burning with truth. “I’ll find out anyway. I always do. Then I’ll find my own time to freak out. Because that’s just what I do. That’s what I’m the best at.”

Usually, he was the one making compromises in conversations, taking the fall for his faults.

“Losing my temper. Because I’m a fucking manic.”

“That’s not true!”

But right now, he was as quick as a whip.

And he was right about everything.

“It is, though. If it wasn’t, we wouldn’t be here having this fucking conversation.” Allen glared, but his anger with you only lasted so long. “And since we’re here, you wanna know why I flipped out in the first place?”

“Why did you flip out, then?” You uttered.

“It’s not just because I have a thing for you, okay?” He exclaimed, chest heaving and face reddening.

“Then why?” You flushed, eyes darting restlessly.

“Because if you get married, you’re gonna go away.” Allen said shakily, voice faint with unbearable hurt. “You’re gonna go somewhere I can’t get to, get busy, have a few babies, and you won’t have time for me.”

Your face contorted.

“Then you’re gonna forget about me,”

It was unthinkable that you could ever cut him out of your life, but he was already treating it like reality.

“And I won’t be a part of your life anymore.”

“You’ll always be a part of my life, Allen.” You reached up to caress his face, currently streaked with tears. “Even if we won’t see each other as much, I’ll always be thinking of you. And I’d still call and visit you.”

“But that’s not good enough,” He choked.

“I won’t be far, I promise. I promised Amy that too.”

“But you won’t be here.”

“You have to learn be independent from me, Allen.”

He shook his head, breathing too hard to manage a verbal protest. You were asking way too much of him, even if it was just to live out partially separate lives. You were his rock, and he wasn’t ready to let you go.

“But you also have to trust me.”

A string was tied across the ring like a washing line. The gym was dark, save for the spotlight they stood under, coach and pupil. The pupil in question stood next to the line, his shoulder barely just grazing it.

Then, he ducked under it to the other side.

He repeated the motion, bobbing under the line from side to side. By bending down and moving quickly from left to right, he could dodge anything thrown at him. But the timing and range had to be perfect.

“I’m so jealous of Mathias,” He squeezed you, eyes shut tight as he whispered frantically into your neck. “He’s got everything going for him. When he wants something, he just gets it. I can’t do that.”

“I think we’ve all felt that way before,” You admitted, holding him closer. “He’s the best of all of us.”

Mathias rolled under a punch, dodging it like second nature. When he rose, he jabbed his opponent twice, getting them to back up. He was a speed demon, taking advantage of their mistakes on the fly.

With the newly-established distance, he threw his fist up for a killer uppercut. It collided with their jaw, throwing their head back in a splash of saliva. And just like that, his partner fell on the mat, defeated.

“But there’s something you have that he doesn’t.”

“And what’s that?” Allen murmured, pulling back.

“Mathias and I can fight, argue, or even break up one day, but not us,” You answered, frowning deeply. “And I know that sounds bad, but there’s nothing in the world that could change what we have.”

He smiled and bowed his head at what he’d already known, a truth he constantly needed reminding of. But you always knew the right thing to say. And for that, everything felt like it was going to be okay.

“You’ll always be my family.”

“Maybe that’s why I never tried anything,” Allen said. He’d been so hung up over what he could’ve had, he never realized this was what he really wanted all along. “Because I didn’t wanna ruin what we had.”

“And what did we have?” You smiled.

He gazed up at you, eyes twinkling.

“Something perfect.”

He was your best friend, and maybe a little more than that, but he made it a point to never cross that line. What you had with Allen was incorruptible, the kind of love people spent their entire lives looking for.

“Something pure.” He kissed you on the forehead, the most innocent kind of affection one could give. And you leaned in, basking in the warmth of his soft lips. “And I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Allen stayed with you all night. With your body next to his, he never fell asleep so fast. This may only be for so long, but he couldn’t be upset about it forever. You were moving on, and he had to accept that.

“That makes seven rompers and five pairs of pants,”

You sorted through the baby clothes in the basket Mathias held. He insisted on tagging along with you to ‘help you hold things,’ but you had a sneaking suspicion he came for another spending spree.

“Anything else we need?”

“Uhhh,” He scanned the shopping list with a focused expression. “Four pajama outfits… And a tank top?”

“Oh. That’s for Allen,” You pointed at the bottom of the note. “See how the handwriting changes?”

“Oh,” Mathias mumbled. Now that you mentioned it. When he glanced up again, you were off to look for those items, so he did what he thought would be the next best thing: doing some browsing on his own.

When he approached you for your opinion, you were still in the baby section, picking out sleepers.

“What do you think?” He held two outfits in front of you and moved them up and down. “Blue or yellow?

“Those are for newborns, Mathias,” You answered, going back to the rack. “They’re not gonna fit Bob,”

“I know they’re for newborns.”

“If I say ‘blue’ and see the blue one in your dresser, I’m seriously gonna murder you,” You sighed, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. And frankly speaking, you were a little nervous.

“Okaaay. Does that mean you’ll spare me if I buy the yellow one?” He hummed with growing smile.

“Mat,” You shot him a heated look, embarrassed out of your wits. “The bear was cute, but this is crazy.”

“But these are cute too!”

“No, I meant you,” You sighed, stifling a defeated laugh at his outburst. “We haven’t even moved out and you’re already thinking that far ahead. Imagine what Allen would do to you if I ever got pregnant.”

“You don’t have to wait for his approval, you know?” Mathias grumbled, putting both outfits back, blue and yellow. “I know he’s close to you, but what we do is none of his business. So he should stay out of it.”

“Still,” You shook your head. “You’re going too fast.”

“I know, I know. I just got excited,” He sighed, noting how worried you looked. And it was a fair reaction given the kind of person he was. Tenacious, self-indulgent, and apparently, family-oriented.

But he’d be damned if he didn’t already learn his lesson. So he stopped you in the aisle, hands on your shoulders. “I’m not rushing you into anything. Especially not something this important, okay?”

“Good,” You softened your gaze, peering up at him. “Because I don’t wanna fight with you anymore.”

If anything, he’d save this for after the tournament.

“I wouldn’t wanna fight me either.”

You were about to give him an earful for being so unserious, but you let it slide this time. After overcoming a roadblock and months of preparation, he was finally in shape for his biggest event yet.

“Are you nervous?”

“A little,” He grinned. “But I’m ready.”

Next chapter: Finale Part I

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[grungelovingrat]

Random Yuurivoice Powerpuff Boys HCS

Was in a silly goofy mood (i was bored as shit-) so I came up with some headcanons for Yuuri's powerpuff boys <3

Alphonse:

He constantly rants on and on about how terrible black licorice is but behind closed doors he is om-nomming that shit UP same

He's Bi gender (real)

With that being said he actually wears the top from the boy toy stuff and a skirt quite often (slay king)

He's always wanted some sort of pet (mostly a cat) but the poor boy already has a bit of problems so he's just waiting at this point.

He actually needs glasses, like, needs them.

He is horribly near sighted but he's really stubborn so it took him up to his dilf years to actually wear some damn glasses-

He's a good cook, he's trash at baking and some breakfast but he has mastered other foods

But he still only makes kraft mac-n-cheese-

He has a HUGE squishmellow collection

A lot of them are set near his bed but he puts all his favorites on the bed (but don't tell them that ofc-)

This man 100% has everything you'd ever need for an at-home spa day just on hand all the time.

Like- he has a closet just dedicated to it <3

He played volleyball in middle school thru high-school that's why his ass is so thicc

At first he only played it because his parents wanted him to do a sport for at least a year and volleyball looked the easiest to him

Then he played again

And again

All the way up until he graduated hs

He's really good at it too

His attacks in vb are probably enough to turn someone into a donut- Rengoku?

Seth:

Lemme just say he made fun of Al for playing volleyball just bc-

(He still went to every game)

He was a theater kid you cannot convince me otherwise

He got all the lead roles once he got good

Every single time-

Y'know those little rubber band bracelets you can make? Yeah well he made matching ones for both him and Al when they where kids and he still wears it (Al does too btw)

And if he where to get all the shit he needed he'd make one for you too <3

GOLDEN. RETRIEVER.

I swear he is the definition of a Golden Retriever Boyfriend-

He will do absolutely anything for you babes

Oh, you're feeling too sad and tired to do anything today? Suddenly he slipped and he cleaned the entire house, did all the shopping, AND made you your favorite meal 🤷

Also, c u d d l e s

As I've stated before Seth is little spoon..

But he's also really warm somehow

Like no matter how cold it is outside he's still like a fucking heating pad-

So there's really no need for a blanket w/ him

You can tell when his emotions are heightened bc his accent will begin to slip

(I'm pretty sure that's happened in a lot of the actual videos-)

He's an amazing singer i will not argue with anyone on this-

Finn:

FLUTE HE PLAYS THE FLUTE-

EITHER THE FLUTE OR A CLARINET I'M NOT ARGUING ABT IT-

He really likes playing his instrument, when he's not at his flower shop or in his garden he's playing it

HELP BC ALL I CAN IMAGINE IS THIS MAJESTIC MF JUST SLAYING AWAY ON THE FLUTE AND I DIDNJ JUST- AAA-

He actually doesn't have a favorite flower, if you where to ask him he'd say a new one every time because he likes them all!

Though he thinks Red Spider Lillies are really beautiful to look at

They're not his favorite favorite but still

He has a bunny named 'Marguerite' or 'Maggie'

(This is what she looks like):

He always gets so worried when he has late nights at the shop bc like- what if his baby ran out of food or smth?

He has his attic all cleaned out so he can go up there to read or sketch in the sun/moonlight

Anyways that's all I have!

If you have any story ideas make sure you

A: Check out my pinned post and my acc intro if you haven't already

and B: Leave it in my ask box!!

Love ya <33

[little-one-kitty-02]

Special Day

gn reader x daddy CG

Pet names: baby, little one, sweetheart

Mentions: face kisses, daddy CG

Alternative Mommy CG ver.

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You’d been so good this week! You’d done everything you said you would, even though it had been hard and sometimes you had needed a little cry. But your daddy was so proud of you, seeing you be so brave and resilient.

It was the weekend now, and you deserved a treat for all your hard work. 

“Morning baby,” your daddy said quietly, kissing your forehead. You whined, pulling him in for a cuddle and pressing your face to his chest. You didn’t want to get up yet.

“I thought we could have a special day today, little one.”

You cracked an eye open at his words, and he chuckled at your piqued curiosity.

“Here’s what I’m thinking: I cook us pancakes, and then you get dressed up as much as you want, and we’ll go out for the day, how does that sound?”

You squinted your eyes at him, it was too good to be true. “Go where?”

“Wherever you want, baby, though I was thinking we could go and adopt a stuffie or two?”

“Yes please, daddy!” 

He smiled at you, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “Come on then, little one, time to get up.”

Your daddy did indeed cook you pancakes, and they were the scrummiest pancakes you’d ever eaten. It was looking to be just as good a day as your daddy had promised. When it was time to get dressed, you were torn between something comforting and something exciting, but your daddy had very recently bought you the cutest little backpack in the shape of your favourite animal, and you were excited to use it for the first time. You decided to style your outfit around it, and when you were done your daddy made you do a spin for him.

“You’re so adorable, baby, how did I get so lucky?” He cooed, scooping you into his arms. You couldn’t help but melt a little bit at his words and you peppered kisses onto his cheek.

He took you into town and you held his hand as you walked around the shops, looking longingly at almost everything that was your favourite colour. Finally, you came to a street filled with charity shops, and you knew that you’d be able to find some teddies in need of new homes. You wanted to love them as much as you could, and so as much as it pained you not to buy every single one, you made sure to wait until one of them spoke to you.

In the third shop, you finally spotted them: a bigger teddy bear holding hands with its smaller counterpart.

“Daddy, look! Its me and you!” You picked them up excitedly, holding them up to him.

“Wow, baby! They’re so cute, just like you!” 

You bounced up and down, giggling as you clutched them to your chest. “I love them so much!”

You were excited to get home and introduce them to the rest of your stuffies, everyone would be so excited to meet someone new!

At lunch, you sat the teddies on the table, laying out a napkin in front of them as your daddy cut up your food. When he was done, you shared it with them, though not too much as your daddy would be cross if you didn’t eat properly. After you were done, you went to the park and your daddy took pictures of you and your new teddies, complimenting you between every take. You felt so special, but you wanted him in the photos too. Your daddy obliged, setting his phone up and taking a video as he posed with you before twirling you round as you giggled, enjoying going dizzy.

When you got home, your daddy put on your favourite disney film, and you crawled onto his lap, pressing your face into his neck. 

“You’re missing the film, little one.”

You hummed, enjoying his warmth. “Thank you for today, daddy.”

“You’re very welcome, sweetheart. You deserve something nice for being such a good baby this week, I know it's been hard.”

[kawaiigirly21]

Doggos pt 1 🐶🐶

Ever since she was a little girl, Maki wanted a dog. A best friend she could spend all her time with and play all sorts of games, roll around in the mud etc. But she unfortunately never had the chance or joy of getting one. Now older with a stable job, the woman immediately jumped at the chance to get the pet she always dreamed of having. Going to various shelters and pet shops, she finally found the pet for her. A tiny cocker spaniel puppy who she named Natasha. Mai couldn’t have been more happy with the dog she spoiled so much. Natasha was a diva in all the senses.

She only drank bottled water with ice cubes that were shaped like rainbows, only ate the finest wet food and slept on the softest blanket in the house. Nothing she owned wasn’t of any colors but pink, white, silver or gold. Natasha settled for nothing but the best. As she thought she was the best, all her blue ribbons from dog shows and princess puppy pageants said so. But despite her refined tastes, the cocker spaniel wasn’t above sharing her treats and spoils with others. She showed respect to dogs older and younger than her and never boasted about her victories to others.

She was graceful and beautiful. The way a princess would be. Gorgeous with a heart of gold. That’s exactly how Mikey, a stray pomeranian who lived around the neighborhood, saw her. And due to thinking she was such a beauty, Mikey tended to jump the fence just to play in the backyard with her. And that morning wasn’t any different when Maki opened the patio door the moment she heard the little paws scratching at the door. “Good morning Mikey.” Maki chuckled as she watched the pomeranian lick her hand before barking happily the moment Natasha came running out and tackling him with her slightly smaller body.

“I have a lot to do today guys, so I’ll be gone all day. Mikey? Will you keep my precious girl safe while I’m gone?” Maki smiled knowing the pomeranian took his job in protecting Natasha seriously. Ever since the day the male ran in saving her from a dog who was definitely trying to forcefully mate with Natasha, Maki struck a deal with the strangely strong dog. He used his strange yet useful little skills to protect Natasha and in return he got treats and good food. After watching the woman leave, Mikey jumped over the fence once more. Something Natasha couldn’t do.

“Uh Mikey-kun? I can’t jump that high.” Natasha said as she paced the fence trying to find a way out. “I know! I’ll be right back with someone who can get you out. Sit tight Tasha-chan!” Mikey said as he took off down the street, over a few train tracks and across a small bridge to where he was sure his friend, Draken was napping and sure enough, Mikey found the greyhound napping on the steps of a small yet quaint ramen shop. A place the pair along with their pack frequented due to the nice humans and delicious ramen. “Ken-chin!” The pomeranian yapped at his friend who opened an eye to see the smaller dog in his face.

“What is it Mikey?” Draken asked while sitting up and yawning. “I need a favor! Can you help me dig out something? I would do it myself, but my paws are too small!” The greyhound simply stretched while agreeing to help his friend. “Great! This way!” Following his smaller friend, Draken noticed how quickly the neighborhood changed. From really dingy and dull to beautiful and upscale. “Mikey? Did you really bury something in a rich neighborhood?” Mikey only barked before skidding to a stop right in front of Natasha’s home.

“Around here. We gotta get her out!” Draken tilted his head as he followed his friend. “Get who out?” Finally stopping in front of the fence, Mikey smiled. “I’m back Tasha-chan! Don’t worry! My friend Ken-chin will get you outta here!” As Drake looked at Mikey, he went to ask just who this so-called ‘Tasha-chan’ was and why he was getting her out from the other side of the fence, when he heard her voice. “Oh thank goodness! I was beginning to worry! I hope you and your friend didn’t encounter any trouble on your way here. You had safe travels yes?” To him, hearing her voice was like crystal clear water finally running through a trench that was long dried up.

Draken immediately got to work digging under the fence. “Wait, how big are you? How big is she Mikey?” Mikey, who was lying down in the background, simply smiled. “She can’t be any bigger than me.” At that, Draken nodded and continued to dig. “Oh my, you’re quick aren’t you?” Natasha asked as she watched Draken’s snout become more and more visible. Suddenly, the greyhound pulled away and sat next to Mikey.

“I think it's big enough for you now. Come on out.” Natasha, who was practically buzzing with excitement, shimmied her little body under the fence and through the space Draken provided for her. As the cocker spaniel shook off the dirt and dust that stuck to her shiny coat, Draken stood there in complete shock. No wonder Mikey was always coming back to the pack’s den smelling like a pampered pup. He was sneaking around with one!

[coopigeoncoo]

Shouto talks to cats with the most plain voice ever. No baby voice. Just his plain normal voice. Just...

"It not polite to sit on someone's clean counter."

"Dinner will be ready at 5. Please be patient."

"I'm going to need you to move. No, don't crawl onto my lap, I need to start the laundry."

"Most would consider an attempt at smothering someone to be an attempted murder. But you just think it's cute, don't you?"

Absolutely he does. And this, naturally, leads to comical misunderstandings.

Tw: None

Characters: Todoroki Shouto, the Todoroki women, and a fairly unrearkable cat.

Shouto agreed to cat sit for Uraraka while she was suddenly called away overseas- some sort of rescue effort going down in Paraguay that Shouto didn't ask much about.  It didn't really matter, after all.  When you're a Hero you go where they tell you; come when you're called.  

A lot like being a dog, really.

And after spending a few days with Princess Yuki, Uraraka's white and gray tabby, Shouto thinks he'd prefer to be a cat.  

Princess Yuki, so named for her aloof demeanor and dreary patterned coat ("It looks just like the snow we see here in the city, dontcha' think?  All streaked with gray and splotchy?" Ochako had explained once), had immediately made herself at home by scaling his kitchen cabinets; spending her days idly passing judgment on those who dared to pass through her line of sight.  

Never having been able to afford a cat growing up, Ochako spoiled her fuzzy little friend to pieces; dropping off an entire suitcase of toys alongside her very elaborate pet fountain and cooler full of fancy raw cat food.  It seemed like a lot of effort and money to spend on a creature that was more like a decoration than a companion, but Shouto's job wasn't to judge his friends' pets. 

But if it was his job then Bakugou's impossibly round Chinchilla, Chinkilla, would definitely reign supreme.

So it was under these circumstances that Shouto accepted a call from his sister one uneventful Thursday night; Princess Yuki perched on top of her usual cabinet as Shouto stood below, stirring a wok full of beef slices and broccoli.

"Shouto!," Fuyumi greeted cheerily.  "How are you doing today?"

"I'm fine," Shouto began, knowing his sister would press for more details of his day off.  "I went grocery shopping and found a coupon tucked onto a shelf for the brand of soy sauce I was buying.  So that was nice."

"Hero lives are so weird," Fuyumi mused, the gentle shuffling of papers in the background clung Shouto into the fact that she was likely still stuck at work grading papers. "Yesterday you saved an entire building of office workers and today you're excited about finding a coupon."

"Didn't you call me last week to brag about that huge discount you got on your new purse?"

"Yeah, and?"

"That just seems pretty similar to coupon excitement to me," Shouto mused, glaring up at Yuki who had begun to stretch her long body down the front of the cabinet, dangling precariously over the streaming wok.  He lifted the spatula he was stirring with out of the pan and pointed it at the feline in warning. "Don't even think about it."

"Don't think about what?" 

"Oh, sorry.  Not you.  I was talking to Yuki," Shouto explained, glaring at the tabby who was doing her best to look innocent by tilting her head to the side and twitching her ears.

"Yuki?  Have I met her before?" Fuyumi asked, doing a terrible job of disguising her interest.

"You haven't.  She's just staying with me for a couple of days," Shouto said as he deflected her swiping paw from bopping him in the head.  

"Oh!" Fuyumi gasped in delight. "Well, is she cute?"

Shouto looked up at the cat stretched up above him, her wide green eyes shining bright with madness as she gazed longingly at the sizzling beef.  

"Very," Shouto admitted with a reluctant sigh, giving his dinner a quick stir.

"So, how did you two meet?"

"She lives with Uraraka, so she's usually hanging around when I come to visit- stop messing with my hair, Princess!" Shouto hissed as he ducked his head to escape the reach of her attacking paws, using her first name in a bid to summon up some measure of authority. "I'm on the phone!"

"I'll let you go now, Shou," Fuyumi giggled.  "I can tell that you're pretty busy."

"Thanks," Shouto sighed, glaring at Yuki who had decided to jump down onto the top of his fridge to attain a better defensive position.  "Talk to you soon."

Fuyumi doesn't think she'd ever dialed her Mom's phone number so quickly before, including that time Natsuo had been thrown head first off of the trampoline into Rei's prize winning rose bushes.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up," Fuyumi chanted, the large stack of worksheets she was grading long forgotten in the face of a fresh piece of juicy family gossip.

"Hello, Todoroki residence.  Rei speaking."

"MOM!" Fuyumi gushed immediately.  "Shouto has a girl at his apartment!"

"Oh?  Is he having dinner with his sidekicks again?"

"No!  Her name is Yuki and she's Uraraka's roommate," Fuyumi squealed joyfully.  "And I think things are pretty serious between her and Shouto- she was playing with his hair and he called her Princess!"

"...I'm putting on my coat.  I'll meet you there in half an hour," Rei said hurriedly before the line cut off, leaving Fuyumi fumbling for her own coat as she dashed out of her classroom door.  

[lovemesomesurveys]

[chasingghosts @ bzoink]

What can you smell right now?   I smell my coffee energy drink that I just took a sip of.

What was the last thing you bought online?   It’s been awhile since I’ve done any online shopping since I just haven’t been in a shopping mood. It’s not fun when you spend all day at home in bed to go shopping for new clothes or accessories. I want to be able to wear them out somewhere, ya know?

If you drink coffee, when was the last time you went a day without having one?   I drink coffee daily, which for the past several months I’ve just been having a Starbucks Doubleshot energy drink. While I was in the hospital last year for 3 months I couldn’t eat or drink anything due to a breathing tube, later on trachea tube, so those definitely felt like the longest 3 months of my life.

Do you have any appointments coming up?   Not this month. 

Do you put appointments in your phone's calendar app to remember them?   Sometimes, but for the past several months my mom has just been writing them on the marker board calendar we have hung up in my room. She’s the one who typically keeps track of that stuff for me right now.

Will you be visiting anyone's house in the next week or so?   No. I won’t be going anywhere. 

Have you ever been to a petting zoo? What animals did you pet?   Yeah, as a kid. I remember there always be goats. 

What was the last movie you saw in theatres?   Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness last year. I didn’t know not long after I’d be admitted into the hospital. 

Do you know anyone who has done a PhD?   No. My brother recently decided to go back to school for his master’s and just got accepted into the program, which is amazing.

How many unread emails are in your inbox right now?   Omg, like well over 1,000. I used be on top of my emails and kept my inbox clean, but I got lazy with it for some reason. The notification used to bother me and help me stay on track; I don’t know what happened.

What four apps do you keep on the home bar on your iPhone? (Sorry, I'm not sure if Android has an equivalent!) Contacts, call, messages, emails.  

Have you ever used Tumblr? Do you still use it today?   Nope, what’s that?

Are you tired right now?   Very. One of the things about the edibles I found that seems to be helping my anxiety also makes me extremely tired. So, I’m napping more but whatever. What else am I doing?

What's your favourite day of the week and why?   I don’t have one.

How far away is the nearest major city?   A few hours.

Do you own an electric kettle?   Nope.

Are your eyebrows wispy or bushy?   Bushy.

Have you ever lost your wallet or purse? Did you have to replace a bunch of things?   No, thankfully. 

Where are you right now? Describe the room or place to me.   I’m in bed in my room. It’s a small room with a closet, dresser, tv, window, canvas art and posters hung up, marker boards, bulletin board, a side table, an office chair, and a shit ton of medical supplies. My room is small and cluttered and I hate it. 

Do you prefer big dogs or small dogs?   As someone in a wheelchair, I personally feel most comfortable around medium sized dogs.

Are you good at understanding heavy accents? Which accents would you say you're the best at understanding?   I admittedly have a hard time sometimes, it just really depends.

Have you ever played on a real life pinball machine, or just on the computer?   A real one, yeah. 

Do you have a lot of word documents or notes on your computer?   No.

What's your favourite Ben & Jerry's flavour?   I don’t really have a particular favorite. When I was younger I loved the Phish food one.

Have you ever been to a school reunion? How was it?   No, and I have no interest in going to one.

How many nights a week do you generally cook at home?   I personally don’t cook at all.

What colour are the street signs in your neighbourhood? Are they the same all over town or do they vary?   They’re green.

Do you have good grammar and punctuation skills?   I believe so.

Have you ever tried vegan chicken? Did you like it? No, and I gotta say... it doesn’t sound appealing to me.

[sugarlove-01]

The Cruelty Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

Your POV:

Tuesday, June 14th

9:15 in the Morning

“Hey, dad. Can we get a dog? Well, can we get a puppy?” I asked, as I sat in kitchen, playing with my hair.

            My father listening to the radio, with his newspaper on the counter. His loose black and green tie around his neck, giving me the notice that he was getting ready for work. His black shiny shoes, and his glasses hung on his jacket. He shook his head with a smile to my sudden question.

“A dog, sweety? What for?” he chuckled, rinsing a few pans in the sink. Looking totally oblivious.

“What do you mean what for? For… I don’t know.”

“Just for fun? For companionship? To spend a lot of money for a slobbering beast?”

“No, it’s the first option. For fun! It’ll be my first pet ever! And plus we have this new house and all. It‘ll be a huge new start for us.”

“I don’t know. What kind of dog? Retriever?”

“Don’t know, yet. Um, yesterday I saw a flier. There’s a shelter, and there’s a lot up for adoption.”

“Still not sure,” was his reply.

“What happens of I ask mom?”

“I’m pretty sure you’ll hear the same thing, sweetheart.”

            Right then my mother came in with a flower pot in her hands. Of course she was planting a garden already. It symbolized that this was a new start, and we had to plant the roots around it. Claiming this place as ours, a new home. We did this every time we moved, if we had a backyard. My mother had a green thumb. Anything she’d put in the ground, it would grow. And anything my father touched seemed to…do the opposite. And she teased him for that.

“Guess what, hon? Our baby girl wants a puppy…” my father chuckled, shaking his head.

“Oh! I think a dog in this family would be nice!” my mother beamed, putting the flower pot at the window.

“What? I thought you were going to be on my side. We don‘t need a dog! We didn‘t have a dog last time.”

“You don’t want a puppy? I think a puppy is a great idea!” exclaimed my mom dusting off the flower pot.

“Great! How bout me and mom go to the shelter today? They‘re giving them up for adoption!” I smiled.

“We don’t even have the supplies to take care of a dog. And do you know how much work a puppy is…?” my father put the dishes away.

“That’s ok. Remember me and mom can shop?” I teased him,” And anyway, you know I can take care of a dog!”

“Yea, we can both go downtown and look for a doggy bed, food, toys, brushes and washing supplies. A leash and a collar.”

“Yea! And the vote’s 2 to 1, so we win…! Ha!” I smiled. Mom stood beside me with her purse in hand. 

            My dad sighed, and smiled. Maybe he agreed or not.

“Ok, ok…go get a puppy, sweety…”

            So my mother and I went downtown, and it was perfectly sunny. Many people wore shorts and sunglasses, carrying plastic bags and beach balls. It was a perfect day to be at the beach, as some people carried blue coolers. Sometimes my mom asked me what I was going to name the puppy, and nothing came up yet. She was thinking Sergeant Fuzzy Boots.

            My mother made a list of supplies needed for a puppy. I wrote some things down myself. I pushed the shopping cart in the little market, as she gathered squeaky toys. She looked at the price tags, while I was thinking about a few names. Human names and pet names. We limited ourselves to a price range, to save money for a doggy bed and maybe a collar.

            We went further down the aisle and came to the leashes. They were differently colored, which made it the more fun to pick out. Made of rope or chains, of different sizes. My mother thought it would be nice that I’d choose the color, so I picked up a purple leash. Looked like the perfect size. It also looked like a leash the puppy couldn’t chew through.

            My mother and I soon separated. She went to go get the food, while I went to go get the clippers and brushes and the bowl. By the time I got everything, my arms were full. Then we met up again. I pushed the shopping cart to the cashier, with my mother who picked up a few magazines and a Pepsi. The toys were paid and done for. As well for the leash.

“Ok, the only thing we’re missing is…the collar. But we have the full body leash, that‘ll be ok for now. But I still want the collar.”

“Yea, mom, I looked everywhere in the market. I didn’t see any and I asked an employee and he said they ran out.”

“Oh, well, I’m sure we can wait on the collar…”

“Or, I can go to the carnival or the Boardwalk and try and look for a collar tonight. There’s a lot of shops there.”

“I don’t want you to go alone. Is Tom working tonight?”

“Yea, he told me he’s working tonight. He said I could come over and chat for awhile. And then he’s off near 8:00...”

“Ok, you can go. Just as long as Tom’s there... Alrighty then! Ready to go the shelter, now?”

“Yes!”

“So what time is it? What time are we getting our first puppy?”

“Ok…it’s 12:35 on June 14th…! My first puppy!” I smiled.

            The shelter was old, and smelled like soap and fur. The woman at the desk was happy that we came in. She said that not enough people come in anymore, even though there was great puppies and dogs here. So, she took us inside.

            The dogs yelped and barked. Pawing the cage doors, running in circles, with their tongues out. My mother marveled at this little Chihuahua with huge black eyes, a disproportionaly large head, and its little paws and tiny tail.

            For a long time we walked around the shelter. Even looking at cats. The woman talked to us about adoption and we asked her questions about vets and health that we needed to watch out for. So we walked and walked and walked.

            Every once in awhile, my mother would look at little white puppies that almost crawled all over her. The woman dressed in green and black worker clothes opened cages to let loose the puppies and kitties. My mother loved them all.

            She cooed at them, while I looked at this other puppy with white puffy fur and big black eyes. But I continued to walk. Finally after walking a small round, I came to a small peculiar puppy. It was black and brown, with black eyes.

            The woman told me that they found this puppy in their garbage right outside their door, and took him in. Apparently the poor thing almost starved to death. But it was ok now. My mom took a look at it, and kept hugging it to death.

            The woman said that they couldn’t truly identify it’s breed, but the puppy was a total sweetheart. Its teeth were fine and had no tics or fleas. The little angel puppy had its wash just yesterday, and so I agreed. I had chosen my puppy.

            So my mother put the puppy in my arms, started the engine and drove back home. We wanted to show my dad the good news. If he saw it as good news. But we both knew he wanted a puppy in the house too. He just denied it.

            Soon I wanted to go to Tom’s work and show him my little furry surprise. Maybe he could help me figure out a name for my new baby. He would be surprised, and it was good because he wasn’t allergic to animals or anything. It would be fun.

“Aww! Would you look at this thing!? It keeps trying to lick you and all! Like its trying to suck up or something,” I said, as the puppy licked my chin.

“I know! …Gah! I can’t help myself! I just want to hug it until I scream!” My mother hugged my puppy.

            It was a rather large puppy, but really young. It looked like a retriever and a husky. But it had soft fur, floppy ears, and really large paws. Then my dad came in. He actually looked surprised to see the cute little thing in my arms.

“Isn’t it cute dad!?” I squealed.

“Yes. Yes. Yes… It makes you wanna vomit from all the cuteness…” he joked, and laughed.

“Oh, don’t be like that. You know you love it!” my mom said, hitting his arm.

“What time is it?“ I asked.

“It’s…5:30. Why?” my mom looked at her watch.

“I’m going over to Tom’s place! He’s working, so it’s a perfect opportunity! And I want to walk this little guy!”

“Ok… Just be careful. Tell Tom we said hello…”

“I will…!”

            So unlocking the chain to my bike, I began to peddle off. I held the leash as I held onto the bike handle. I passed Tom’s house and went down the street. My puppy at my side. We went to the Boardwalk. But this time, it felt different. Since I had my puppy with me, I didn’t feel so alone anymore. So I found Tom’s hotdog stand, and he still had no customers. His red and white worker clothes made him look like a dork. I smiled as I came up.

“Hello Tom!”

“Oh! ’Ey! How are you? Hey…you‘re lookin’ bright today. What‘s up?”

“You’ll never guess what I got!”

“A car?” he smiled.

“No…!”

“A life!?” he joked.

“No…!” I laughed.

“A job?”

“No…!”

“I don’t know…! Tell me.”

“Look down at my feet…!” I smiled.

            Tom leaned over the counter and looked at my shoes. But then he saw the leash in my hand, and saw the little puppy that sniffed at the ground for something. At first, he froze.

“Oh wow! Hey little guy! What’s its name?”

“Well that’s the reason I came down here. I was wondering if you could help me figure out a name for it.”

“Ok! That’s cool. And is it a boy or girl?”

“It’s a boy.”

“Ok, I get a break in about an hour. How bout we talk about it then?”

“Alright, cool. I’ll be back. I need to go look for a collar for it anyway…”

            Tom smiled and I went my own way. I looked at my watch, and it was 6:30. I had enough time to kill before 8:00. I walked and looked around, and then found a shop for collars. They had spiked collars, leather collars, light-up collars, and collars that had little charms on it.

David’s POV:

Tuesday, June 14th

6:15 in the Evening

“Where the hell did ‘ey go? Huh? Run off already? Where’s the little Laddie?”

“I don‘t know. I don‘t know... Look, man, everyone’s out tonight.”

“Ah! Whatever. Anyway, where’s the fire tonight boys?”

“Whose hungry!?”

            The boys were all out of the cave. Star and Laddie went their own way. They always separate from them, right when the sun goes down. Shit, maybe it’s because their embarrassed. Or they hate them.

“Who knows where ‘ey go! Alright? Let’s just leave it!”

            Paul shoved Dwayne.

“Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go! Get outta the way, dude!”

“Whoa man! Watch it! Hahahaha! Hey!” Marko shoved Paul.

“Gonna bring you down, son!”

“Shut up! All of you! Star and Laddie are gone. So what!”

            The hell with them, then. Paul and Marko were laughing their heads off, seeming to run eachother over. Poking at eachother. Dwayne was spinning around on his bike, spitting sand.

“Where’s the action man! Hey, David! David!”

“Shut up! Go separate ways! Go find her!”

            Paul and Marko laughed, tipping their heads. David lowered his head, looking angry.

“Hahahaha! ’Ey, let her go, man! Let’s just go hang out!”

“What the hell, I said go find her. On foot!”

“Whoa… Hit a nerve? A’right. A’right. We’re goin. Chill out…”

“Let’s go boys… and if you do find her, just bring her back.”

            They waved and left. They pushed and shoved past people. Their wild suitable ways were normal as usual. They’d snicker at people and feel power over people. Like a couple of gods walking around peasants. Marko was already flirting with some chick infront of her boyfriend.

“Hey there sweety…!” Paul smiled.

“Hey back off man,” her boyfriend said.

“Naw, you back off! Get off me, man!” Paul shoved the man’s hands off his shirt.

“Get off, man! Get off!”

“What did you expect man? Your girlfriends hot!“ Paul laughed.

            David shoved between his brothers, and the girl pleaded to her boyfriend that they would just go somewhere else. David smacked Paul across the head and pushed Marko back.

“Shut up guys! Go to the damn carnival and look!” David yanked them back and forth.

“Ya heard David, guys! Look! Don’t want another embarrassing scene.”

“We’re just foolin’ David! Just foolin’ around, man!”

            Paul raised his hands up in defense.

“I don’t care. Go!”

            The boys finally went. Going separate ways and looking for Star and Laddie. David went to check the concert, but she wasn’t there. He tried the Boardwalk, and she wasn’t there. There was something about that woman that David purely hated. He wanted to fly over and look for her. Maybe tell her who’s in charge here, and slap her in the face and make sure that it burns.

“Where the hell are you?” David muttered to himself.

            The air was smoky, and he caught onto her scent for a minute. But then it was gone. David wanted to make sure that Star wasn’t doing anything stupid. He only looked for her because she had Laddie with her. It was for the sake of Paul, Dwayne, and Marko. They missed the little guy.

“Where the hell is she!?” David growled at himself.

            All night he looked, and she was nowhere to be found. Max is gonna have a bitch-fit when he finds out. So the boys gave up. It was so early in the evening. They would have all night to have fun. They didn’t want to waste their time looking for her.

            But he was no mood to be with the rest of the boys. While he was separated from the boys now, he wanted to go look for her. That girl. He hoped that she was out and about. But first David had to check the hotdog stand. And she was there. But the first thing that caught his eye was the leash in her hand.

            David looked down and saw a puppy. That was definitely new. It was black and brown and sniffed at the ground. He looked at people and looked so excited. His tail wagged, with its ears perking up at every sound, his tongue hanging out.

            David knew that the little mutt would be trouble in the future. It seemed she bought her own security alarm for her house. David had no idea why on earth she would get a puppy, but…whatever she wanted.

            David kept his distance, and listened to their conversation. She hadn’t named the animal yet, and needed Tom’s help. In an hour, he would be on break and they would talk more. David saw how Tom smiled at her, and his grey eyes gleamed. But the girl seemed to be totally unaware that her neighbor liked her. Then she left the hotdog stand and walked towards the shops along the Boardwalk. Right when she left him, David followed right behind her.

            He was right behind her. As she walked, her hair brushed along his face, tickling him almost. And then…once more he traced a finger down her green jacket. He put a cigarette behind his ear, and put away the lighter in his pocket. The things he bought from the gas station. His finger stayed on her back for awhile, then he withdrew. All the while he did, she never noticed at all. The puppy looked at him, and seemed to be scared of him. The little mutt growled at him.

            She went inside the shop and looked at the collars all on display. It was for the little mongrel. David followed her in. She looked at the collars and the price tags. Her little animal scratched at everything and sniffed, but still looked at him with those eyes. The little mutt knew that he was dangerous, and began to snarl. The girl tried to hush the poor thing, and carried it instead. Rock and roll music played in the speakers. But it didn’t cover up the dogs growls.

            David would kick it if he had the chance. Just to make it shut the hell up. There was 4 aisles in the whole shop, and she was in the 2nd aisle. While David walked in the 3rd aisle, looking at her through the small openings in the shelves. Sometimes, she’d stop look at something, and walk. Sometimes, she’d face him entirely and he would look at her face. David walked more. His thoughts, unclean. And his intentions, evil. And she wouldn’t know.