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Things We Say in the Shadows (10/20)

Rating: E (yup, that’s right, lots of porn in this one) Warnings: Lots of sex, maybe some rougher stuff, but it’s all consensual Word Count: 4000 Summary:  Kurt Hummel is a millennia old vampire who spends his days leading the vampires who live in his castle, defending against the Slayers. During the recent Slayer raid, one of them is caught and brought to Kurt. And his new prisoner is not someone he expects, and will change Kurt’s life in ways that he never imagined…

A/N: Merry Xmas to my lovely @snarkyhag​.   Thank you for always beta’ing and being my life coach.  This one’s for you. <3

For all of you worried about the ‘vampire’ part of it - it’s not super vampire-y, and more so an aesthetic backdrop for a classic Klaine (porn-ish) story.

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Chapter 10 

“Where are we?” Kurt asks.

Santana has brought them to an old, secluded country house. It’s three stories high, with peaks as pointy as Santana’s personality. The windows are boarded up, making it look dark and foreboding, like no one has lived there for years.

“My summer home,” she answers, though Kurt isn’t sure if she’s serious or not. “We should get inside, the sun is approaching.”

Kurt carries Blaine inside, much like a groom carrying his new bride. Blaine’s fallen asleep but at least he is still conscious. The wound in his shoulder has stopped bleeding, though Kurt will need to tend to it. Not having fed in a while, the wound is tempting for Kurt, but the pull to keep Blaine safe holds him back. There’s a cellar and, thankfully, a bed down there that Kurt can lay Blaine down in.

“I don’t suppose you would have water and bandages, would you?” Kurt asks Santana.

“Of course I do,” Santana says, to his surprise. “I used to use this place as a ward during wartimes. Managed to feed quite a lot while playing nurse.”

“This place makes more sense now,” Kurt says. “I wondered where you went during those long stretches from the castle.”

“Well, I could hardly call your stuffy, old castle a home,” Santana lets out a laugh. “You’ve always been such a stick in the mud, never letting me have fun.”

“Santana, go get the bandages,” Kurt snaps. “Now!”

Santana lets out a grunt in protest, but does leave. “Fine.”

She is back rather quickly with a bucket of water and a few wraps for Blaine’s shoulder. Kurt wastes no time tearing the collar of Blaine’s shirt to get at the shoulder. It’s bloodied, but the wound looks worse than it actually is. Kurt carefully cleans around it, gently using the cloth on Blaine’s skin. Ideally, he’d have stitched the wound, but Santana doesn’t have any thread. Plenty of needles, though, she’s quick to note. He does the best he can with what little he has. He’s not sure how much Blaine can feel, but he’s as careful as he can be. He won’t do anything that harms him, he can’t. He won’t even take the blood excess blood for himself.

Blaine finally wakes as Kurt places the final bandage over his shoulder.

“Kurt?” he asks. He’s still drowsy, and confused as to what’s going on. He tries to sit up, but winces in pain as he does so. Kurt gently pushes him to lie back down.

“You’re going to be okay,” Kurt assures him. He lays a hand on Blaine’s wounded shoulder, using his thumb to caress it. “You’ll just need to take it easy.”

Blaine looks up at him with a bit of wonder in the haziness. “You saved me,” he says, his voice slow and wispy. He brings his own hand to Kurt’s and manages to squeeze it. “Thank you.”

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The Road to Gretna Green  Part 7  - Games

This is an AU Fan Fic inspired by the Choices story Desire & Decorum

All rights and many thanks are accorded to Pixelberry Studios.

This takes place immediately after Part 6. Seriously it will be very confusing if you haven’t read the other parts.  Please see my Masterlist if you wish to catch up on the series. Rating: M  Very M Erotica             Warnings: emotional trauma, long post, erotica Word count: around 4000 and a bit Tagging: @darley1101 @hopefulmoonobject @blackcatkita @speedyoperarascalparty @hellospunkiebrewster @tornbetween2loves @gardeningourmet  @melodyofgraves @thequeenofcronuts @symonde

  The Dowager Countess of Edgewater paced in her room in the Edgewater London town house in great agitation. It was the morning of the third day since her granddaughter had run away. This morning she had received a letter from her. Explaining quite politely that she was honoring a previous engagement agreement with Mister Sinclaire of Ledford Park. 

  Dominique had known that Rose wasn’t disposed to Duke Richards and if she was honest with herself; which she always tried to be, she had reservations when the Duke had approached her regarding a betrothal without Rose present. But she also had seen Countess Henrietta conspiring with Bishop Monroe so the engagement to Duke Richards seemed a prayer answered.

  She knew after their carriage ride that evening when Rose had displayed her bruised arm in the entry hall that Rose was upset with her. So she hadn’t pressed it that evening. Knowing Rose’s ire with her, she wasn’t alarmed when she didn’t come down to break her fast. But she never imagined that Rose would be so wayward as to elope.

 It was when the Duke came to call for her to ride in Hyde Park and she sent Briar to call her down to join them that she got the first inkling that something was truly amiss. Briar went and returned after a few minutes and whispered to her that Rose’s monthly courses had arrived and she was indisposed. So Dominique had advised the Duke that she was indisposed for the week and he had graciously if somewhat reluctantly wished her well and left with assurances that he would return in a week to take Rose for the promised turn in the park. After he left she went up to Rose’s room to speak to her. Briar’s protests that Rose was asleep only ignited her suspicions further that Rose was in fact being rebellious rather than actually suffering her monthlies. But it really hadn’t prepared her at all for her granddaughter’s absence.

 Briar declined to reveal anything of her mistress and friend’s whereabouts. Which was aggravating at the same time it bespoke an admirable devotion to Rose. Dominique sent Briar to help in the kitchen as a scullery maid and reflect upon her choices.    Dominique paced and frowned considering her resources. When she discovered that Rose had run away she had asked their Stable Master Harper to go to Grovershire and look for Rose at her old home thinking that would be where Rose would flee to. Harper hadn’t returned yet and he was the best of their horsemen were she to send someone North to try to find Rose now that she knew that Rose and Mister Sinclaire were doubtless bound for somewhere in Scotland.

 Oh this was a disaster. She had lost too much time she knew. Visiting the Parsons and the Suttons thinking Rose might be there. Even having tea with Prince Hamid looking for some sign that Rose might be seeking sanctuary with him. Three days she had been gone. They were half way to Scotland by now. Even if she knew exactly where they were it would take another day and a half of hard riding with lots of horse changes to get to them. And then another four days at least to return by coach.  And she knew well that if Rose could be found she wouldn’t simply return and go through with the arrangement.

  She looked again at the letter Rose had written her. ‘… I must answer my heart and hold to my promise…’ Those words took her back to her youth and a summer nearly fifty years ago when a handsome young man of good prospects named Rupert stole her heart.  Her father wanted her to vie for the hand of the Prince of Cordonia but she would have none of it after she met Rupert. But Rupert was an Earl with title and holdings. Ernest Sinclaire’s legacy was trade and new money. And yes, he had Ledford Park, saved from his father’s and brother’s foolishness with guidance from Vincent. Her breath caught with the thought of her lost son. Too soon. Too young. Her beautiful boy. And then another thought, she knew that Vincent admired and loved Ernest as a son. He would support Rose’s choice. And knowing that, her decision was made.

 She set her jaw and went to her desk to draw up a note to Mister Sinclaire’s solicitor Mister Hartfield.  Dear Mister Hartfield,    I address you as solicitor for Mister Sinclaire of Ledford Park.    I have received a letter this day from my beloved granddaughter Mistress Rose of Edgewater informing me of her favor and previous acceptance of an engagement to be wed to Mister Sinclaire of Ledford Park. I was not privy to this information when Duke Richards made the request of me for her hand and as her engagement was a necessary condition of her father’s will I accepted on her behalf.

In light of new information that has come to me. And with the full knowledge that my late son, Rose’s father held Mister Sinclaire in the highest esteem I would favor their union as I am certain it would be in accord with Vincent’s wishes.  To this hopeful, happy end I would request a meeting with you as soon as possible that we may conspire to navigate these waters to our mutual benefit.  In this matter haste is essential. Sincerely, Lady Dominique of Edgewater  She sealed her note and called for Mister Woods to take it to Mister Hartfield in all haste.

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 It was the first day on their journey that the weather turned rainy. It slowed their pace as Mister Grissom had great care for his rig and the horses. Rose kept a careful eye on Ernest pleading her needs for necessities a bit more than usual when she would note his jaw clenching. A short walk and a sip of wine would ease him and then they would continue.

 Sometime after they had crossed the river Trent and she noted he had settled into a sullen silence she leaned over and kissed him on his cheek. “Ernest, I think we should play a game.”  He lifted a brow and gave her a small smile. “Oh? And what game might we play in the coach with the rain banging like a drum?”  She took his hand stroking it. “A rhyming one to make you smile. Here I will start. Let me think.

 ‘A lovely young Lady from Leeds,

  Her carriage got stuck in the reeds,

  The coachman did ask her…’     Now you continue. ”

 He looked at her a long moment then finally smiled, “A lovely young Lady from Leeds, Her carriage got stuck in the reeds, The coachman did ask her, What caused the disaster?...” Rose grinned, “Her horse, she said had too much speed!” Ernest was smiling so she nodded. “Now you start.” “Ah, I’ve heard similar before. Though perhaps not quite as wholesome.” He lifted his brow and smirked.

‘There was a young Lady from Leeds,

 Who was trying to settle her needs,

 Her coachman implored her….’          Now to you my Sweet.” She considered for a bit wanting to surprise him. Finally with a twinkle in her eye she said,

“There was a young Lady from Leeds,

 Who was trying to settle her needs,

 Her coachman implored her,

 To favor his soldier,

 That was lauded for magnificent deeds!” Ernest burst into laughter groaning and holding his side as he laughed then pulled her in for a kiss. “Rose! Oh what mischief have I created?” He kissed her again til the jostling of the coach made him fear for their teeth. “I love you. I do not ken ever knowing such joy as I have found with you.” Lacing their fingers together she blushed. “It is good to hear your laughter, Ernest.”   Their journey in the rain was long that day and they pulled up to the inn yard at the Salutation posting inn at Doncaster well after dark. Ernest spoke with Mister Grissom thanking him and inquiring if he would be willing to take them on to Ripon. He was amiable to the additional leg of the journey on the condition they would have quarters and meals provided both there and back to Grantham afterwards. She could tell that Ernest was pleased with the agreement at the late hour that saved him having to find another coach to hire for the morning.  She asked Ernest to inquire of the inn keep if they perchance might have some Willow bark that she could brew some tea for her head.

    The inn was fairly busy despite the lateness of the hour and Ernest told her that they were expecting a Post Coach within a few hours. The rain had settled in to a light but steady drizzle and the fires had extra coal to chase the chill and damp away.  It was the first room they had where there was no adjoining room. The inn was practically full with travelers and merchants and there was only one room available on the third floor. Mister Grissom and his men were situated on the second floor in two rooms that were much nicer than the stable but smaller and not so well furnished as the rooms on the third floor.

  Ernest escorted her to the room then excused himself to go below and arrange for their supper.  Rose busied herself sorting the clothes for the next day and laying things out on chairs before the fire to drive the dampness from them. There were two covered buckets of water and a fair-sized kettle which she filled and set on a trivet over the fire to heat. She took off her shoes and set them before the fire then got her brush and sat on the bed to brush out her hair.  Ernest returned shortly with a basket of crusty bread, cheese, a small packet of willow bark, cherries, and figs and a bottle of wine. “I fear our supper is going to be a cold one this evening, my dear. The inn keeper did have some willow bark. He said his mother used it for her teeth.”

 Rose nodded, “My mother used to make a tea with it for her head. I was hoping I could make some for you that it might ease you. I know you have been suffering this day, Ernest.”

 He set the basket down on the wash stand table then carefully removed his coat and hung it on a peg before going to her taking her face in his hands and looking deeply into her eyes. “You are so good to me, Rose.” His kiss was soft, reverent as he bent to taste the fullness of her lips. 

 She sighed into his kiss, “No more than you deserve, Beloved.” She pulled back a little and carefully stroked his hair from his forehead. “I watch you. You care for everyone. Even when you are injured and hurting you still have courtesy for all.”

She grinned at him sassily, “You know, while I was awaiting you I thought of something.” “Oh?” His dimple peaked at her as he smiled curiously at her mischievous tone. She nodded, “A handsome young man named Sinclaire…” “Oh No,” he groaned and she saw the color rise in his cheeks. Her grin deepened and she nodded, “A handsome young man named Sinclaire, Was graced with a manner so fair, The maids would all say, They were dying to play..”

 “Rose!” His voice held a warning that didn’t match the sparkle in his deep blue gaze.

 “Just to touch the gentleman’s hair!” She giggled.  “I should send you to your room for that. Alas, that would be here. Hmmm, what shall I do?” He pressed his finger to the corner of his mouth as though contemplating for a moment. “I know!” He ran his hands up and down her sides tickling her as she squirmed and giggled til she got the hiccups and batted playfully at his hands but didn’t run away.   He was laughing and groaning when he finally stopped tickling her and slipped a finger beneath her chin lifting it for a sweet kiss that turned deeper and left them both breathless staring into each other’s eyes. She blushed. He cleared his throat, finally he brought her hand to his mouth kissing her knuckles. “It’s late. We should eat.”

  She nodded and went to put the willow bark he’d procured in a cup and added some of the piping hot water to it. She smoothed her skirt. “So how much longer do you think it will take?” She heard him open the bottle of wine he’d brought. “Without mishap, we should be in Ripon tomorrow night. Appleby the next. And Gretna Green the evening after that. Three days.”  She felt him behind her as he moved her long russet tresses to the side and placed a kiss on her neck. He nuzzled her, then ever so carefully nipped her earlobe. “Three days. Rose.” His voice was low with need. His arms slipped around her waist and he held her kissing her hair for a few minutes. “Mistress Henley our supper is going to be cold.”  Turning her head she arched a brow at him then burst into laughter. “Why Mister Henley I declare I think you have been bitten by a whimsey moth.”  He turned her stroking her cheek with his thumb and then kissing her nose. “Come. Let’s have a picnic here before the fire.” He grabbed the basket and set it down having a care for his ribs and shoulder he sat on the floor and took his shoes off setting them next to hers on the hearth. Rose handed him the cup of willow bark tea and brought the wine and sat on the floor beside him. He sipped the tea and made a face. “Why does all the best medicine taste so evil?”  She laughed. “Perhaps because it has to be strong to be good?”  Ernest finished the tea then took the knife in the basket and sliced up the bread and cheese putting the cheese on a piece of the bread and offering it to her. She ate it from his fingers smiling at him, “It’s quite delicious. Here.” She fed him a bite and he licked her fingers looking in her eyes, “Indeed, Mistress Henley, utterly delicious.”  “Speak you of my fingers or the cheese?”  “Yes.” He caught her forefinger between his teeth and ran his tongue over the pad looking at her.  Heat rushed to her face and low in her belly making her squirm and drop her gaze before pulling her finger from his mouth.

“Here.” He rubbed a cherry across her lower lip.  She lifted her eyes to him as she sucked the cherry into her mouth. His eyes were focused on her lips as she savored the sweetness before carefully plucking the pit out and tossing it in the fire.     He kissed her teasing her lips with his tongue, tasting the sweetness of her flavored with the cherry. His eyes closing as desire washed through him. He was trembling beneath her touch. Two days ago she would have feared he was getting ill. Now she recognized his struggle with his passion. Recognized her own need gathering, tightening, aching for the glory they could grant each other. She stroked his jaw and breathed his name as she broke their kiss, “Ernest… Help me.” turning and lifting her hair so he could undo her buttons.   His fingers were clumsy as he struggled caught between his need to kiss the nape of her neck and the need to unbutton her. He finally managed and she lifted her arms and bent to him so he might pull her day dress over her head. Then he was at the laces of her stays. Kissing her nape and shoulders as he freed her leaving her in nothing but her white cotton chemise the firelight behind her illuminating more in silhouette. Her beauty stole his breath. 

  She turned and kissed him briefly before pulling back to untie his cravat; then her fingers were at the buttons of his vest. Carefully she helped him remove it. She stroked down his shirt her emerald gaze locking with the sapphire of his eyes silently asking permission. Not sure he had a voice he nodded. Then her fingers were at the buttons of his fall. Then the buttons beneath at his waist and he was free.

 “I want you Ernest. So much.” Tenderly she stroked his length only his shirt separating her hand from his velvet hardness. She stroked him once, then again before stopping and pulling his breeches off completely. She stood then and held her hand out to him. 

  “Rose,” voice was so low it came to her as a growl of need. He took her hand rising from the floor and let her lead him to the bed. His eyes never left her as she turned the covers down for him. “Get a cloth.” He sat on the edge of the bed watching her as she went to the wash stand and pulled a couple of washing cloths out before returning to him. “You are so beautiful. May I touch you?” She nodded her own voice lost in her desire.

  He closed his eyes and reached beneath her chemise running his hands up the back of her thighs as she stood between his legs. His hands were so warm as he stroked over her hips. His thumbs made circles around the points of her hip bones. Then trailed heat up her sides caressing each rib, exploring the silken plane of her back up to her shoulders and neck then beneath her arms. She watched him and didn’t realize she had been holding her breath until his thumbs swept the fullness of her breasts circling the tight peaks and she gasped as his attention sent molten heat to the center of her womanhood.   His eyes opened at her gasp and they were almost black with his pupils so wide only a bright rim of blue remained. “Please Rose… Please touch me.” he moaned his need.    She leaned forward licking his lips with her tongue before tasting their fullness. Her hands delved under his shirt stroking up his strong thighs feeling the tremble in his muscles. She carefully stroked his ballocks, lifting them gently, exploring how they floated in his seed sack. “Is this pleasant for you?” she broke the kiss to whispered shyly.

 “Aye. Your touch on me is heaven.”

 “Teach me, Ernest.” 

  His eyes never left hers but his hands withdrew from her. “Here, sit across my lap with your feet to my left.” He kissed her gently, slowly. “I am sorry… I cannot hold you properly.” He adjusted their clothing so that they were not bound and could be reached under with ease. “I love you Rose. I do not want to frighten you or hurt you ever. Please know that. If I do anything that displeases you… promise me that you will tell me. You must promise me.” His tone was very solemn as he searched her emerald gaze in the firelight.”

   Nodding she murmured, “I will tell you.” 

  He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and trying to settle himself before he met her gaze again. He took her left hand with his and brought it to his mouth kissing it before putting it back under his shirt on his ballocks. “This part of my manhood is most vulnerable. It is a thing for you to know were anyone to ever try to force themselves on you. Punching a man here causes great, incapacitating pain. But your sweet caress here fills me with seed and makes my need for you even greater.”

 “Touching you like this makes me want you even more Earnest. I would never hurt you.” Her gaze was so sincere he thought his heart would burst with his love. 

 “I, I know Rose. But I want you to know you have that power should you ever need it.” He kissed her as he took her hand to his aching hardness.  She smiled and murmured, “Your soldier.” She felt it twitch as he wrapped both their hands around him. “Hello handsome.”

 Ernest couldn’t help but be pleased as she addressed his full arousal with the joyful familiarity of a beloved acquaintance. He took her finger to his tip, wet with his aching desire and ran it all around the exposed sensitive ridge then back, around then firmly down. His breath caught and she felt him throbbing in response as he showed her how to pleasure him. He moaned softly, “Rose… can I, can I touch you?”  She nodded and took his hand under her chemise, “Please…oh, Ernest.” His fingers found her slick folds, her sensitive bundle, her wet, tight passage. He kissed her as he pressed gentle circles around that most sensitive bundle. She was making a mewling purr drawn from her depths as she writhed in her need. “Please… more, Ernest, more.”  He pressed a second finger into her even as she was stroking him to the point of no return. His voice broke, “The cloth… ah” He cried out in his release even as she barely got him covered. He was trembling his hips bucking beneath her as he throbbed in her hand soaking the cloth covering him.  Her tongue was rolling against his as she panted her need for him. “Please, more, I..” She arched her back and begged for more. “I need you in me. Please.” His voice was hoarse, “Rose, Rose, please. I fear I’ll hurt you. Gently, love.” Her pearl was so swollen and she was so wet for him. He pulled his fingers out and she moaned in protest. “Here. Here, straddle me. Gently, gently. Only a little.” He was still so hard but easing. “Just the tip. Rose, look at me.” She pulled her gown off tossing it and got on her knees straddling him. He took himself firmly in hand about three inches down from his tip. And as she lowered herself onto him she cried his name in ecstasy. He filled her entrance impossibly, painfully, gloriously full and she wanted more. Needed more. “Gently. God Rose.” He thumbed circles around her pearl til he felt her stretching even more, her walls starting to flutter around his sensitive ridge. She was trying to lower herself further onto him. A wave of complete panic shook him as his past and another woman’s cries and rejection slammed into him, he rolled them both to the left on the bed shaking his head and weeping. “No. No. Rose, No. I don’t want to hurt you. I love you. Please. I would never hurt you.” The anxiety in his voice pulled her from her passion into concern. She stroked his hair looking in his eyes she realized he was weeping. “Shh, shh, I’m well. I’m well. I love you. Oh Ernest, you didn’t hurt me. You didn’t hurt me. I love you. Shh. I promise I will tell you if it is ever too much. I promise.” He pulled her to him tightly. She felt him wince as he did but he didn’t let her go. He held her kissing her head, murmuring I love yous into her hair. 

  Rubbing circles softly around his back cooing her love of him eventually she felt him relax. After a bit he murmured softly, “I’m sorry. It is not your fault Rose. I’m sorry.” She kissed him gently then got up to put all their things in order, double checking the security of the windows and doors. Making sure the fire was properly banked for the night before she returned. He had situated himself properly under the covers leaving room on his left side for her. She climbed in next to him and he pulled her into his side.

His voice was soft in the darkness of the room, “You know I came up with something as you were putting things in order.”

  “Hmmm?” She nuzzled him sighing happily.    

“My beautiful Rose so lovely and fine

I long for your kiss much sweeter than wine

I’ll take you away

To Scotland one day

And make you forever more, mine”

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Means of surrender (length of time in previous home):: Owner Surrender (In home for 8 years) Date of initial:: 8/15/2018 Summary:: Tense, trembling, allowed ALL handling Previously lived with:: An adult and two dogs Behavior toward strangers:: Wary Behavior toward children:: Relaxed and playful with a 15 year old she knew Behavior toward dogs:: Pushy with the male dog she lived with, got along with the female dog Resource guarding:: Sandy will growl if bones or treats she is in possession of are touched. Bite history:: Due to her inept owner having a handle on her dogs, she was able to chase down the building super & nip his boot as well as her male housemate when he tried to make unwelcome advances at her. These two incidents could have easily been prevented, if the owner would have had an inkling on how to handle her dogs to begin with. Housetrained:: Yes Other Notes:: Sandy is described to bark often and is nervous during fireworks. She isn't bothered with having her food or toys touched but will growl when attempting to touch her treats. She isn't bothered with being held or restrained, being given a bath or being brushed, has never had her nails trimmed and will bark, growl and snap when unfamiliar people approach her home or owner. Energy level/descriptors:: Sandy is described as friendly, affectionate, playful, pushy, excitable, and independent with a medium level of activity. BEHAVIOR ASSESSMENT Date of assessment:: 8/16/2018 Look:: 2. Dog's eyes are averted, body posture is stiff and fearful, tail is low and not moving. Dog allows head to be held loosely in Assessor's cupped hands. Sensitivity:: 2. Dog stands still and accepts the touch, eyes are averted, tail is between legs, body stiff, mouth closed, lip long, ears likely back, may lip lick. Tag:: 2. Dog is fearful but unresponsive when touched. Approaches the Assessor when the game ends. Dog is likely crouching, may have a long lip or lip lick. Paw squeeze 1:: 2. Dog quickly pulls back. Paw squeeze 2:: 2. Dog quickly pull back. Toy:: 1. Minimal interest in toy, dog may smell or lick, then turns away. Summary:: Sandy did not approach the assessor but allowed the assessor to approach her. She was tense and trembling throughout the assessment but allowed all handling. DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: ~10 yrs based on O hx and exam Microchip noted on Intake? scanned negative by LVT on intake. MC placed on intake. Subjective / Observed Behavior - Shaking during exam. Allowed all handling. just tense. Evidence of Cruelty seen - none Evidence of Trauma seen - none EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: dental disease -- could not fully evaluate due to muzzle in place. PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: No murmur ausculted; CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated; tense U/G: spayed female. scar present MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: grossly normal. Assessment:: dental disease / fearful Prognosis: good. SURGERY: already spayed Sandy is at risk for behavior concerns, Due to all noted concerns displayed in a home environment and in the shelter setting, we recommend Sandy be placed with a New Hope placement partner who can allow her time to decompress. Sandy has no medical concerns. Recommendations:: No children (under 13),Single-pet home,Recommend no dog parks,Place with a New Hope partner Recommendations comments:: No children: Due to Sandy's history of being reactive to strangers, we recommend an adult only home. Single pet home/no dog parks: Due to a reported incident by the previous owner, a home without other dogs is recommended. Place with a New Hope partner:: Due to all noted concerns displayed in a home environment, the behavior department recommends Sandy be placed with a New Hope placement partner who is able to provide an experienced adult-only foster home. A period of decompression is recommended to allow Sandy to acclimate comfortably to her new environment; force-free, reward based training only is advised when introducing Sandy to new and unfamiliar situations. Consultation with a professional trainer/behaviorist is highly recommended for guidance to safely manage/modify any behavior sandy presents with outside of the care centers. Potential challenges: Resource guarding,Fearful/potential for defensive aggression,risk of future aggression. Resource guarding: Sandy is reported to growl if her treats or bones are touched. We recommend that Sandy be left alone while eating, and that food guarding behavior modification steps (available at ASPCApro.org) be utilized if this behavior is problematic in her future home. Nothing should ever be taken directly out of Sandy's mouth, and any time something is removed she should be rewarded with a high value treat or toy. She should be taught the "drop" cue and trade-up games. Fearful/potential for defensive aggression: Sandy is described as reactive with new people (NOT exhibited at ACC). It is important to always go slow and give Sandy the option to walk away from any social interaction. Sandy should never be forced to approach anything that she is uncomfortable with or to submit to petting or handling. It should always be Sandy’s choice to approach a new person or thing. Sandy would do best in an initially calm and quiet home environment and should be given time to acclimate to her new surroundings. ... NOTE: *** WE HAVE NO OTHER INFORMATION THAN WHAT IS LISTED WITH THIS FLYER *** ... ============ Shelter address ========== - Manhattan Shelter: 326 East 110 St. New York, NY 10029 - Phone number (212) 788-4000 (automated only) Operating hours: Monday through Friday 12.00pm to 8.00pm, Saturday & Sunday: 10.00am to 6.00pm. Closed on all Holidays.. ================================= == About Must Love Dogs - Saving NYC Dogs == We are a group of advocates (NOT a shelter NOR a rescue group) dedicated to finding loving homes for NYC dogs in desperate need. ALL the dogs on our site need Rescue, Fosters, or Adopters & that ASAP as they are in NYC high-kill shelters. If you cannot foster or adopt, please share them far & wide. Thank you for caring!! <3 ================================= Beamer Maximillian Caro Hocker Carolin Hocker Cindy Ann McManus Wendy Frohlich Caldwell Dawn Keiling Schursky Jody Harris-Stern Doug Rescue Halsey

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Smutty CS prompt: Stealthy handjob/blowjob.

Anon, I hope this qualifies as stealthy. This is a continuation of Parcheesi, my Lieutenant Duckling AU prompt fic that is basically turning into a long treatise on Princess Emma’s voyage of sexual discovery. Rated Explicit, 4000 words.

There was a knock on Emma’s bedchamber door. She ignored it. She was far too busy staring at the wall.

“I know you’re there, Emma!” It was her Aunt Ruby’s voice. “Let me in!”

With a heavy sigh, Emma stood up and dragged herself over to the door, opening it. “What?”

Her mother’s best friend eyed her critically. “You aren’t even dressed. It’s almost noon.”

“I have a cold.”

“No, you don’t. You have a case of self-pity, which is not the same thing as a cold.” Ruby pushed her way into the room. “Come on, get dressed and then we’ll go for a walk. You can angrily shoot arrows at targets while I watch. I used to do that with your mother all the time.”

Emma flopped down on her bed. “I don’t feel like it.”

“You’d think he was going to be gone for four years. It’s four months. You can survive four months.”

“It’s forever,” Emma replied because it truly did feel that way. An eternity until she would see Killian again.

“Gods, you’re so young. Think of it this way, maybe you’ll get better at writing love letters before the end of it.”

Shooting up from her prone position, Emma saw that Ruby was reading from a piece of stationary on Emma’s desk. Her cheeks aflame, Emma reached out toward her. “Don’t read that.”

“Too late.” Ruby put the half-finished letter aside and came over and sat down next to her. “I know, it’s unlucky that he got deployed right after your engagement was announced, but I promise the time will fly by. You can concentrate on planning the wedding and before you know it, your love will be back in your arms.”

Things had gone according to plan, at least at first. Killian did get his promotion, and he did meet with her parents while she nervously paced outside the throne room, biting her fingernails down to nubs. When the meeting went longer than twenty minutes, Emma was convinced that somehow something had gone horribly wrong and that their match would be refused, but she should have had more faith in her parents. As soon as they confirmed with her that Killian was truly her choice, they approved of the engagement. She’d never been happier than the moment when Killian had dropped down onto one knee and asked her to be his wife.

Just as she’d never been more gutted than when he told her a few days later that his ship was going to Arendelle on a peacekeeping mission, and that it would likely be four months before he returned.

Emma had raged at her father, jumping to the conclusion that he’d changed his mind and had arranged to have Killian removed from the kingdom, but he patiently explained that the mission to Arendelle had been in the works for months, long before he knew that she’d fallen in love with the dashing young Lieutenant Commander who served on Misthaven’s flagship.

“You’ve got to stop moping around,” Ruby continued. “The more you mope, the worse it will be.” Then she narrowed her eyes. “Wait… is there more to this? Are you pregnant? Emma, if you’re pregnant, then tell me now.”

Emma leapt up and whirled around, hands on her hips. “I’m not pregnant. We haven’t… I’m still a maiden.” Emma felt a disproportionate wave of indignation, given what she and Killian had been getting up to, stealing away into empty rooms in the palace every chance they got.

“All right, sorry, but I had to ask. Look, Emma, Granny’s not as clueless as you seem to think she is. You may still be a maiden, but I know you’re not completely innocent. Unless you’ve been sneaking him out of the parlor to have illicit sword fights. And I mean that in a non-euphemistic sense.”

Blushing, Emma didn’t respond.

“I don’t blame you; he’s a tasty morsel if I’ve ever seen one, so no judgment if you’ve let him under your skirts.”

Emma grimaced and closed her eyes.

“You have,” Ruby concluded. “Well, good on you, girl. Just because you’re a princess, doesn’t mean you have to go to your wedding night a complete novice.”

“I just…” She hadn’t wanted to talk about this, not under pain of death, but maybe it would be nice to have someone to confide in about her feelings. She sat down next to her aunt on the bed again. “It’s all I can think about when we’re together. Or for that matter, when we’re not together. It’s like my body is totally out of my control. He kisses me, and suddenly…”

“Suddenly it’s like you could drown a puppy down there?” Ruby said, pointing to the junction of her own thighs.

“Ruby, oh my gods,” Emma shrieked, covering her face.

“Am I wrong?”

“No,” Emma said through her hands.

“So is he good at getting you off?”

“I can’t talk about this,” she said, flopping back on the bed.

“Emma, you hold a very scrutinized position in this kingdom, and because the patriarchy is terrible, there’s an expectation that you go to the altar a virgin. Even your parents expect it, and I know for a fact that they fooled around before they were married.”

Emma’s eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yes, but don’t tell them I told you.” She pointed a finger at Emma. “My point is, this whole power structure leads to people ending up in relationships where they don’t realize until it’s too late that they aren’t compatible in the bedroom, and usually it’s the woman who suffers because our bodies are magical and complex and men are garbage. So I’m not asking if Killian can get you off because I’m nosy, although I am. I’m asking because I want to make sure you’re going to be happy with this man.”

“Oh.” Emma pondered that, and it occurred to her for the first time that she may have gotten very lucky in that respect. “Okay. Well, he can… do that. He’s… I’m happy… with… that stuff,” she said, still supremely uncomfortable with the topic of conversation.

“Excellent. Do you have any questions I can answer? While you’re blushing like that, you might as well get all your questions on the table.”

Emma breathed out slowly, trying to calm herself down. “Is it true that it hurts the first time? It must, right?”

Ruby shrugged. “Sure, but it doesn’t hurt a lot or for very long if you’re doing it right.”

“How do we do it right?”

Smirking, Ruby patted her knee. “Sounds like you’re halfway there if he’s already making you come with his… hands? Mouth?”

“Hands,” Emma blurted.

“So as long as you’re relaxed and ready for it and he goes slow at first, you’ll be fine. It might hurt a little bit, but soon it will start to feel good, even the first time. Don’t worry.”

Emma replayed what Ruby had said before that in her head. “Wait… did you say mouth?”

The grin that broke out on Ruby’s face was wolfish “Oh yeah. Get that boy’s head between your legs, Emma. It will change your life.”

“Oh.” She could hardly imagine it. That was a thing that people did?

“And you can reciprocate.”

Emma was beyond blushing now; she just stared wide-eyed at her aunt. “With my… mouth?”

“You’ll blow his mind, Emma, among other things. If he didn’t consider himself the luckiest man in the kingdom before, he definitely will with the princess on her knees in front of him.”

The image of herself like that flashed in her imagination with perfect clarity, and she squeezed her thighs together under her nightdress. “I don’t think my mother would approve of you teaching me these things, Aunt Ruby.”

“Yeah, well, your mother should be thanking me if it keeps a baby out of your belly before you marry that boy,” Ruby said.

“He’s not a boy. He’s two and twenty.”

“Sorry, Emma, but to me, Lieutenant Commander Cupcake is definitely a boy.” She smiled warmly. “But he’s yours and you love him, and he clearly thinks the world of you, so I’m happy. May you have a long and happy life together.”

“I miss him,” Emma said in a small voice.

“I know.” Ruby smacked Emma’s knee with a little more force. “Come on, sweetheart, on your feet. I’m going to cheer you up if it kills me.”

~*~

Emma paced back and forth across the worn floorboards of the hunting lodge, wringing her gloved hands together. She’d built a fire in the fireplace because it was too chilly in the high-ceilinged cabin without one, but she knew it was a risky choice given that she had basically snuck out of the palace. Ruby was ready with an excuse were her absence noted, but she couldn’t necessarily count on that working, and she worried that smoke from the hunting lodge’s chimney might lead anyone searching right to her.

The sound of approaching hoofbeats reached her ears, and Emma’s anxiety level rose ten-fold. This was it. He was here. She peeked out of the window and spotted her fiance tethering his horse to the hitching post next to where her roan gelding stood placidly. Her heart raced as she gazed at the shape of his shoulders in the brown cloak he wore. Gods, but he was handsome.

Finally, the door opened, and Killian rushed inside with a swirl of snow as the cold from outside met warm space of the cabin and created a complicated eddy of air.

“You got my message,” Emma said breathlessly.

“Aye,” he said, shaking the snow from his cloak. “And I set off straight away, but are you sure about this, love? If anyone realizes we are here together unsupervised–”

“It’s fine, Aunt Ruby is covering for me.” She rushed into his arms, making Killian grunt as he caught her collision straight in the chest. “I missed you,” she said, her words muffled against his shoulder.

Emma had been able to see Killian only twice since his return to Misthaven. She had greeted him at the dock when his ship finally arrived back in port, but under the watchful gaze of his shipmates and a royal honor guard, she couldn’t very well welcome him home the way she wanted to. In the days since, he had joined her for a formal dinner with her parents and some other visiting dignitaries at the palace, but her vivid imaginings of him sweeping the expensive china and crystal off the table with a crash and having her between the beef course and dessert had also not come to fruition. She was sick of waiting, and so she had taken matters into her own hands, sending him a letter asking him to meet her at the royal hunting lodge. It was a dangerous endeavor, but just being able to hug him made it worth it.

“I missed you, too, my love,” he murmured into her hair. “I read every letter you wrote to me over and over again.”

“Me too.” She hadn’t been able to write what she really wanted to, fearing someone else might read the contents of her letters. She’d wanted to tell him how much she missed his lips on her skin and his hands under her skirt. That she lay in bed at night and imagined that he was there with her, kissing her, calloused hands trailing over her body. (She wouldn’t have told him of the way she touched herself while thinking of him, but she had, more times than she could count.)

Their wedding was still two months away, on the first day of spring. After the wait just to look upon his face, waiting another two months to be with him fully was more than she could bear.

“Killian,” she gasped, just before their lips met. She poured all of the passion of all of those lonely months into the kiss, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as she gripped the hair at the nape of his neck, pressing herself as closely against his body as she could. She’d worn her simplest dress underneath a voluminous cloak of Ruby’s, and just the sensation of her nipples brushing against the fabric of her dress was making her crazy.

“I thought about you every hour of every day,” Killian said, his mouth trailing down from hers to drag against her throat. His hands pressed hard against her back, keeping her close. “Every night I fell asleep with thoughts of holding you like this.”

Emma giggled. “Exactly like this?”

“Well, perhaps with fewer clothes on,” he whispered into her ear, making her shudder. “I imagined you in my bed.”

“I imagined that too,” she answered, pressing her hips forward against his thigh. “It drove me to distraction.”

She could feel Killian’s erection against her stomach, and gods, she just wanted him inside her. Any fear she might have of losing her virginity was buried underneath an overwhelming desire to have their bodies joined together.

“Killian,” she said, making up her mind, “I want you to make love to me.”

He jerked his head back, looking her in the eyes. “We can’t, love.”

“Our wedding is in two months. Even if you were to get me with child, no one would know. They might suspect when the baby came a little early, but–”

“There would be gossip, and I won’t put you through that just to slake my own thirst.”

She laughed, but there was a hard edge to it. “You aren’t the only one who’s thirsty.”

He guided her over to a chair and urged her to sit, and then he knelt at her feet. “There is literally nothing in the world that I want more, Emma, but I don’t want any child we create to ever have to wonder, I don’t want anyone to wonder if I married you only because I had to.”

Emma felt a little bit like crying, but she didn’t want Killian to think she was so silly as to be brought to tears over a lack of sexual satisfaction. “You’re right,” she sighed, and then leaned over and met him in another hug, pressing her forehead against his. “You were gone so long.”

“I know. I never want to be apart from you like that again,” he said.

She knew that wasn’t necessarily a commitment he could make. Killian was a naval officer, and there would be other separations. Emma just hoped they were far in the future.

“Now,” he said with a change in the timbre of his voice that made her shiver. He smiled, and Emma felt his hand on her leg. “Let’s see if there’s something I can do to quench your thirst.”

~*~

Her thirst was getting quenched, but Killian’s gentlemanliness was leaving him parched.

While Emma wasn’t concerned that Killian didn’t want her – she’d felt the evidence of his desire many times, pressed against her body or under her questing fingers – he always insisted that they stop before he could lose control. She wasn’t sure if it was some form of misplaced chivalry, but she worried that perhaps he’d had her on too high a pedestal for too long. If so, that needed to change, preferably before their wedding night.

An opportunity arose one evening when her parents had invited him to dine with them, as they did at least twice a week now that the wedding was drawing near. As the plates from the main course were cleared away, Emma excused herself to go use the toilet. Hurrying back toward the dining room, she spotted Killian standing in the hallway and admiring a painting, no doubt excused from the table to wander about before dessert and coffee were served. Her mother always wanted a break before the dessert course, something Emma had found interminable as a child.

Today, it was operating in her favor.

“Come here,” she whispered, grabbing his hand and pulling him through the nearest doorway, which happened to be a storage closet for the dining room. Emma stared up at the shelves (one of them contained nothing but candlesticks) and wondered why she’d never noticed this room before.

“Emma, love, what are we doing in here?” Killian whispered. She’d closed the door behind them, but the dining room was literally right across the hall. Emma could hear the distinct sound of her father laughing at something.

“I couldn’t wait any longer to kiss you,” she answered, pulling him close and doing just that.

Killian hummed into her mouth, seemingly pleased, and returned her fervor with some of his own. The closet was L-shaped, and as they kissed, Emma backed them up until the door was no longer visible. It wouldn’t hide them completely, should one of the servants walk in, but it might give them a couple of seconds to make themselves presentable.

“I need to tell you something,” Emma said.

Killian blinked lazily at her. “What’s that?”

“I need you to know that with you, I’m not a princess. You used to know that when we were kids, but I think maybe you’ve forgotten. I’m your best friend, and lover, and soon I’ll be your wife. But I’m not a princess and I’m definitely not any kind of saint.”

His brow furrowed. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because our liaisons have been a little… one-sided.”

“Oh.” In the dim light, she could just make out the blush on his cheeks. “I just haven’t wanted to sully you with my… baser desires.”

“But you’ve let me sully you with my baser desires. A lot. I want to return the favor.” She let her fingers drift down to the front of his trousers, and she felt a twitch there. Pressing with her hand, she stroked up and down, and his cock rose to attention under her palm like magic.

“Emma,” he moaned softly, “we can’t do this now.”

“Yes, we can.” She brushed her lips against his and then began unbuttoning his trousers. “Please? May I?”

Killian’s head fell back against the shelf behind him, his eyes squeezed shut. “Do your worst, madam.”

Emma finished with all the buttons, pulling the placket aside and looking down at what she’d exposed.

He had curly hair down there, just like she did but darker, and jutting proudly from his thatch of pubic hair was his cock, thick and flushed pink. It was veiny and kind of odd-looking, she thought, but the sight of it still inspired a flood of desire within her. Experimentally, Emma closed her fist around it and moved her hand down to the base, then back out to the tip. Killian bit his lip and stifled a moan, his eyes still resolutely closed.

Feeling out of her depth, Emma kept stroking him, uncertain if what she was doing would make him climax, and if so how long it would take. “Is this… good?” she asked after a minute.

Tilting his head toward her, he threaded his hand into her hair and brought her close for a kiss. His other hand closed around hers on his cock, squeezing her fingers tighter and encouraging her to move at a quicker pace.

“That’s better?” she asked, and he nodded, but then winced, his eyes popping open.

“I’ll make a mess of your dress, love, you mustn’t…” He trailed off into an almost silent moan. “I can’t–”

Remembering Ruby’s lurid instructions (which had gone into even greater detail in some of their more recent conversations), Emma dropped to her knees, reasoning that he wouldn’t make a mess of anything if he was in her mouth. Coming eye-to-eye with his cock, though (so to speak), she was rather intimidated.

“Emma.” There was a pleading edge to his voice, but she wasn’t sure if he was pleading for her to stop or to go ahead and do what she was contemplating.

Closing her eyes, Emma leaned forward, letting her lips come in contact with it. First, she just kissed him, starting to get her tongue involved with a few tentative swipes. She had a sudden image of herself enjoying his cock like an ice cream cone, and she had to stifle a giggle.

Looking up at him, she was met with a glazed expression of shock and lust on Killian’s face. “Is this all right?” she asked.

He laughed a little bit manically. “It’s only one of the fantasies that got me through all those months at sea.”

Grinning, Emma returned to her task, taking the whole head of his cock into her mouth and sucking. There was a thump above her as Killian’s head hit the shelf behind him again. She put her hands on his hips, taking more and more of him into her mouth with every pass, so immersed in what she was doing that she didn’t realize she’d gone too deep until she felt herself gag, and she instantly backed off.

“Sorry,” she gasped.

“Here.” Killian took her hand and guided her to grip the base with her fist. Emma got the idea immediately, taking him back into her mouth at a shallower depth and working her mouth and hand in tandem. She felt uncoordinated, trying to remember to suck and use her tongue and her hand and her lips, worrying when her teeth scraped him that she’d done something wrong, but the harsh panting from above indicated maybe she was doing all right.

“Fuck, Emma,” he whispered through clenched teeth, and she’d never heard him use that word, ever, and it did something to her to hear the vulgarity fall from his lips. “I’m… I’m…” His breath came sharply through his teeth, and in that moment she felt his cock pulse in her hand. She’d been afraid she might be unable to swallow – after talking to Ruby she’d imagined a huge mouthful of his seed – but she found she was only vaguely aware of it on the back of her tongue, and once she’d let him slip from between her lips, it was easy to swallow.

All in all, Emma was very proud of herself.

Killian took her hands and helped her to stand, and she winced as she became aware of the pain in her knees from kneeling on the hard floor. She reached down and smoothed out her dress, embarrassed to meet his eyes after what she’d done. Perhaps she didn’t want him to put her on a pedestal, but she didn’t want him to think she was slatternly either. Killian tucked his softening cock into his trousers (and Emma took a moment to marvel again at the male anatomy, that a part of his body could change so visibly and dramatically in so short a time) and busied himself with fastening the buttons.

Before she could figure out what to say, Killian put an arm around her, pulling her close with a hand cupping her cheek. “I love you so bloody much,” he whispered.

“I love you, too. That’s why I wanted to do that for you. Because I love you. And it’s… exciting, making you feel as good as you make me feel.”

He kissed her, sweet and gentle. “We should get back before we’re missed.”

“Yeah.” She crept over to the door and cracked it open. “Coast is clear. I’ll go first. Don’t follow me. Wait five minutes.”

He nodded and winked.

Killian rejoined them in the dining room just as dessert was being served, and Emma had to commend him – he looked remarkably put together for someone who had just gotten fellatio in a closet a few minutes before. He nodded politely to her mother as he took his seat, and was soon in deep conversation with her about different types of coffee that he’d encountered on his travels to different ports. Emma sat demurely with one hand in her lap and took small bites of her spiced cake, smiling secretly to herself.

Part 3

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Skylines & Teacups Part One

part two / part three / part four / part five / part six / part seven / part eight /

pairing: You x Suga

summary: It was a quiet lonely night at a cafe right outside of the city when a mysterious looking man approached you. There blossomed something you never expected in your wildest dreams - not after everything you’ve been through. 

genre:  fluff and angst but mostly angst later on.

word count: 1932 (the rest of the parts will near 4000 words)

warnings: This is a warning for the entire story as a whole - This story will include subjects such as abusive relationships, sexual, physical, and emotional abuse, suicide and PTSD. I will put a warning for each part and what they include but it doesn’t start until part four. 

authors note: I’ve had this written for a while and I finally decided to publish. This part went through an unimaginable amount of revisions and so did the story. I finally came to something that I like and I hope you like it to! Feedback is always welcome! Thank you for reading :)

You stood overlooking the Seoul skyline. It was the middle of May and the nightly breeze was the perfect balance. The sun was descending behind the scenery as you stood at the edge of a balcony of a small cafe outside of the city. It was busier than you ever expected it to be, so you weren't able to get a table. Previously at the bar, you headed to the railing to overlook the city in which you viewed it regain it's nightly glow. Your mind was lost in the beauty of the view. That's why you came here.

Sipping slowly at your drink, someone stood beside you. "What are you drinking?" the stranger asked. You looked down at your drink as it hung from your hand over the bars. "Just tea." You replied sweetly. The stranger was wearing sunglasses and a black scarf. His coat was long and black as well as his hair. It reached the top of his glasses, hiding his forehead. He also wore a black mask over his mouth and he was holding a bottle. He was the essence of mystery. The only thing you could tell was that he was human. "What are you drinking?" You asked similarly.

His appearance triggered a sense of fear in you. A mysterious stranger in all black and sunglasses approached you and asked what you were drinking - all signs of suspicious intentions. Although you were wary, you didn't necessarily fear him. You were more intrigued by his presence than frightened. "just soju." He mumbled. It was hard to hear him with his mask on, but he stood fairly close so luckily you didn't have to try too hard to understand. "I don't think that's how you're suppose to drink it." Was he an alcoholic? "Ah, you're right. Although I like the idea of tea, now that you mention it. I may go order what you've got. What kind of tea is it?" He questioned. You didn't want to appear wary, as you tended to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, so you continued the conversation.

"Chamomile. I added vanilla and honey. " You replied. "Do you want to fall asleep?" He asked and you laughed slightly. "Any chance to fall asleep, I'll take it." you stated, taking a sip of your drink. He chuckled and pushed away from the fencing. "I couldn't agree more. I'll be right back. I'm about to get an order of chamomile tea with vanilla and honey added." and he was gone back into the crowded cafe.

The lights were becoming dimmer out beyond the landscape. The sun was escaping behind everything, diving deeper down, and the lights of the city were flickering on. You wondered why he was talking to you. You hoped he wouldn't change your mind. You were about done with your cup of tea when the stranger appeared again with his own cup. Maybe it was that deep inside of you, you had been waiting for someone to talk to you or it was that you had nothing better to do, but you wanted to continue whatever started.

You turned to face him, away from the city, and asked "So what brings you to this busy cafe on a tuesday night?" He sipped his tea and pondered your question. It was amusing to watch him drink the tea while keeping the mask over his face. Any normal person would've taken off the mask but he awkwardly pushed up the mask with the cup, drank, then let the mask fall back down over his mouth. He didn't want to reveal his face to you, which you found interesting. "Escaping my job, I guess," He replied the taking another sip and turning around to face the city again. "Ah, I can relate to that." You commented, mimicking his action. "Is that so?" He raised an eyebrow - as much as you could tell. "mmhmm" you sounded. "How so?" He questioned. "Escaping my job. Actually, more like escaping the fact that I don't have one." You sipped your drink one final time and now it was empty. You let the empty cup dangle on the other side of the railing. If you let go even a little bit, it would fall and crash down below. "job searching is endless." You added, spinning the cup between your fingers.

He watched the cup dance around your fingers as he spoke, "What kind of job do you want to do?" You pondered the question for a moment. "I've always wanted to do something with music. Not be an idol or anything, just be working with or on music. I'm not sure entirely." You said. He nodded as you spoke as a sign of listening. "What do you do for work? Why are you escaping?" You added. He adjusted his glasses and you were reminded that he was covering his appearance. "Music, actually." He laughed slightly and took a drink of his tea. "What with music?" You questioned, but he took another drink and ignored your question.

"You know.. music." He leaned against the bars and faced away from the skyline. "Ah, so you don't want to talk about it." You turned away, copying him. You watched as he took off his sunglasses. His exposed eyes surprised you yet excited you. A slow reveal. "That's why I'm here, didn't I say?" He looked at you from the corner of his eyes while his face still facing forward. "Fair, and besides you just met me. Unless you had a bit too much soju causing all your insecurities to pour out onto an innocent stranger, such as I." Your voice was playful and you watched as his eyes wrinkled from smile - as his mouth was covered.

"Don't worry about that, innocent stranger. I'm drinking tea now." He took a drink of the tea and you laughed. It was hard preventing yourself from laughing at the way he drank his tea so openly yet secretly. "Why are you laughing?" He asked with a touch of insecurity. "I enjoy watching you drink your tea while having a mask on." You giggled as you spoke. "As long as you enjoy it." He said nonchalantly, drinking his tea again allowing you to giggle again.

"Do you come here often?" He asked. "Yeah, my best friend is a waitress here. Although, I mainly come for the view." You turned around to admire the very view you just mentioned. You leaned forward and rested your elbow on the bars and you face on your hand. The sky was a dark blue and purple shade intermixing with the clouds against the tall buildings of the city. It looked magical. It looked like something photo shopped - unrealistically beautiful.

"This place is at an amazing spot, isn't it?" He admired the sky with you. You hadn't noticed him turning with you, as you were now distracted by the sky. "Do you come here often, Mr. Mystery Man?" You asked him, keeping your eyes on the sky. He chuckled. "Mr. Mystery Man? Are you a child?" He mocked. "I can only see your eyes and part of your hair. You refuse to take off your mask even when drinking your tea and you're wearing all black. Mysterious." You remembered the tea cup you were holding and set it down on a nearby table as he spoke. "How do you know I am a man?" He questioned. "If you didn't know already, your voice is very deep." You teased. "You got me there, innocent stranger."

"How do you know I'm innocent?" You defended. "If you didn't know that already, you have a look about you that screams innocence." He teased, using your words from earlier. "I wouldn't base everything about a person solely based on their appearance if I were you." You looked him up and down. He almost blended in with the dark surroundings. "Ah? Why is that?" You eyed him more obviously this time. "I'm trying not to do that with you." His eyes lit up as if he just realized his appearance for the first time. "You got me there, innocent stranger." He said in the same tone as before. You smiled and he drank the rest of his tea in one go.

Mystery Man set his teacup on the table next to yours then went back to his previous position. "So, which one of the waitress' is your friend." You turned around at his question and observed everyone running around the bustling cafe. "She has dark hair...." you spoke aloud. You heard him chuckle. "Everyone has dark hair." He said and you went in defense mood. "No that girl.. oh wait.. well that's a lighter shade.." He chuckled again. "You'll have to be more specific." He said as he turned around to watch the crowd with you.

"Ah! There she is! Oh, she added blue to her ends." You spoke as you pushed yourself off the railing and towards your friend. She was walking away from clearing a table when she spotted you coming towards her. "Hey! I didn't know you were here today!" She beamed at you, wrapping you in a hug. "It was so busy, I didn't want to bother you. I've been talking to this guy, actually." Sojung looked past your shoulder and spotting Mystery Man pulling his phone from his pocket. "Ohhhh.. he's a regular! Just like you!" She commented. "Oh really? How come I've never seen him?" You asked. "You're always on the balcony. He's always inside. I'm surprised he's left his dark corner and joined yours. I have to go now. As you see, it's very busy. It was good to see you!" and Sojung dashed off inside the cafe.

You walked back to the Mystery Man who adjusting his hat. "So, Mr. Mystery Man. Are we going to introduce ourselves to each other or just keep these code names?" You leaned against the railing with him. "I don't mind the code names," He shrugged. "Although, I still think mine is childish." He added. "If you can think of anything better, I'm listening. I don't like mine either." He pondered your offer for a moment then sighed. "Yeah I have nothing. I'm willing to take up Mystery Man as yet another name. This will do." As he spoke, his eyes darted from person to person. Not necessarily in a creepy way. More in a scientific observation way, although more lazily.

"A man of many different names. That just reinforces your mystery." You commented. "A woman of one name. That just reinforces your innocence." He commented similarly. He looked away from the people at the cafe over to you. By the look he gave you, you figured he was looking for you to fight back and you did just that. Although, unexpectedly.

"Why do men always want women to be innocent?"

"Why do women always want me to be mysterious?"

"Well you got me there." You imitated all the times he said this before.

He chuckled and as he did, an alarm went off on his phone. He took his phone from his pocket, turned off the alarm, and put it back. "I like you, innocent stranger. I'll see you again." He begun to walk away. "I'll prove to you that I'm not innocent." You called out to him. "and I'll prove that I'm not all mystery" and he melted back into the lively cafe to where no one can be found.

That was only the first of the many encounters with your Mysterious Man.

[l3nsman]

My Right Hand Part 3

Part 1/Part 2  FF Link

As I said, the third chapter was half-written so I finished it a lot quicker. The next chapter is going to be done from scratch so it will probably take me a bit longer to update. I will try to provide regular updates, I really love this setting, but, as always, I am not making any promises. It will depend on the response I get. If you like this story, please reblog it. It will give me drive to write more.

See, the reason I don’t update my fanfics very often and I choose to focus on other projects is that it takes a lot of time to write a 4000+ word chapter and more often than not, I feel like my time is wasted, especially now that the NaruHina train has slowed down considerably.

So if you like it, support it.

Before I start, a big shoutout to @entous-art (aka @entou) who inspired this and @sasaki-nh for allowing me to use her beautiful artwork in FanFiction Net.

“dialogue”

‘thoughts’

flashback/ messages

Nine months ago…

Naruto came back from his scheduled trip at the hospital to find some bags hanging on his apartment’s door handle. There was a note pinned on the door. He recognized the handwriting immediately.

My dearest Naruto-Kun,

I prepared some food for you. I hope you enjoy it.

Hinata.

He grinned widely. It had become a sort of a routine for him. Every time he came back home, either from the hospital, or from a mission there was some food on the door waiting.

He didn’t know how she did it. One would expect that her schedule would get in the way. That she would be on long missions, that she would want to take a freaking break from making food for him every now and then. But no, that bag full of food was always waiting there for him, always hanging on his door handle.

He looked forward to receiving it in fact. It somehow felt special to have somebody like Hinata cook for him. It was the first time somebody was doing something like that for him

He lowered the bag on the ground as he picked up the key from his pocket and unlocked the door. He inwardly felt a small sense of satisfaction as he realized that he was now able to do it a lot easier.

“I’m home…”

There was no response…

He sighed and slumped as he went inside…

Of course there wasn’t a response. Hinata merely helped him until he got his prosthetic. It wasn’t like she was his girlfriend or wife or anything...

For a moment he imagined what it would be like if he had actually heard her voice.

‘Welcome Back!’

He could actually picture it. Her lovely smile warming his heart as her lips formed those magic words. Her scent permeating everything inside his household. The thought of her waiting for him made his heart flutter.

Sadly, this wasn’t meant to be. She was his friend, his precious comrade. She was the person who held his hand in the war and kept him from the darkness. She didn’t see him that way.

Did she?

She did tell him she loved him.

But in what way? As a friend? As a comrade? As a fellow citizen of Konoha?

The possibility that she could love him in a romantic way, was something that he rejected right away.

Seriously, who could love him in that sort of way?

Naruto had long ago accepted the fact that romantic love would forever be out of his reach. He could become the most renowned and acknowledged shinobi in the world, he could become the one hokage to surpass all other hokage, but he would never find somebody to love him the same way his mother loved his father. He had accepted that this was the one dream, he would never be able to achieve.  

Contrary to popular belief, Naruto’s childhood wasn’t entirely friendless. He might have been the nine-tails jinchuriki, he might have been considered a nuisance and people might have shunned him and told him to stay out of their freaking way, but he wasn’t abused, he wasn’t chased around by angry mobs and there were actually boys around his age, like Choji and Shikamaru, who seemed to actually like having him around and even played with him.

The girls on the other hand...

...The girls around his age really didn’t want him to be around them. Ino treated him like a leper, putting her nose up high and telling him he was beneath her, TenTen threatened him that she would use him as a target practise if he ever approached her again, while Sakura… well... the less said about the way Sakura treated him back then, the better. She eventually came to see him as a friend and comrade, but deep inside he knew that she never had and never would develop any sort of romantic feelings for him…

...When she told him she “loved” him back in Iron Country, he didn’t buy it for a microsecond.

As for Hinata...

...It’s safe to assume that she felt the same way as the rest of the girls felt about him. After all, she never approached him and she never talked to him back when they were kids. And whenever he happened to be close to her, she just turned red and looked away from him. She didn’t insult him, threaten him, or hurt him like the rest of the girls, she just… seemed uncomfortable around him...

...She probably considered him a nuisance too…

...Then why did she tell him that he was a “proud failure”? That she got an intense feeling in her heart whenever she saw him? Why did she tell him during the chuunin exams that she “didn't want him to disappear”?

All the other girls at that thime most certainly seemed to want him to disappear…

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A loud growl from his stomach interrupted his train of thought.

“Oh, right. I need to eat something.”

He sat down in front of the table and took out Hinata’s bento-box from the bag, placing it directly in front of him. A heavenly smell hit him as he opened it and saw the food that she had prepared for him: Chopped Pork with vegetables glazed with what he came to recognize as her “special sauce”.

Vegetables… Funny...

If you were to ask him a couple of months ago about what sort of food he despises, vegetables would be at the top of his list. Kakashi-Sensei at some point tried to get him to eat them more regularly but it didn’t stick. He made it look like a joke and Naruto simply wrote it off as one of the many things his sensei deliberately did in order to piss him off.

But with Hinata it was different…

Maybe it was the way she pleaded with him to get him to eat them.

Maybe it was the way she prepared them trying to make them as tasty as possible.

Maybe it was the way she seemed to actually care about him.

Whatever the reason was,  he was now,  for the first time in his life, eating vegetables regularly and enjoying it.

He never thought he would enjoy eating vegetables…

But, then again, he never thought she would actually go through with her promise and stick with it!

And yet she did! After that first day where she showed up with Kiba and Shino and cleaned his apartment, she’s been making food for him and looking after him ever since.

As he placed some more of Hinata's delicious cooking inside his mouth, his mind went back to girls.

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They certainly didn't like him back then, but how about now?

Ino, Sakura and TenTen didn't blatantly tell him to get out of their sight anymore,which was an improvement, but he could tell that they weren't interested in him either. They liked him as a person and a friend and nothing else.

As for the girls who seemed to be interested in him…

He first found out he had “fangirls” a few days after he got out of the hospital, about a week after Hinata showed up to clean his house. He bumped into a bunch of them on the way home from the hospital who told him that they “loved Naruto-Senpai” and that they wanted to spend some time with him.

So he took them all out for ramen and out of curiosity asked them why they liked him so much. He wasn't fishing for compliments, he genuinely wanted to find out why would someone, anyone be interested in him.

The girls proceeded to talk about how dreamy and good looking he was, about what a capable and strong Shinobi he was, about being the person who defeated Pein, who sealed Kaguya, who saved the world, who… who… who…

Who the hell were they talking about?

Because the person that they were describing seemed to be quite a different person from whom he actually was. A caricature of sorts with all his good parts exaggerated and all his bad parts overlooked. It soon became apparent to him that they weren't interested in the real Naruto, but rather the ideal Naruto that they had formed in their minds.

He had a feeling (or rather a certainty) that if those girls were to know the real him, the prankster who vandalized the Hokage monument, the screwup who farted his way out of the preliminaries in the chuunin exams…

...The weakling whose incompetence got one of his best friends killed during the 4th Shinobi War…

...They would be severely disillusioned and disappointed. Those girls didn't love and could never love “Naruto the failure”. Rather, they loved “Uzumaki Naruto”, the perfect Knight in shining armor, the fearless and infallible warrior…

...The “Hero” with a capital “H”...

He scoffed and snorted in disgust.

Him… A ”Hero”... What a joke...

Naruto looked once more at the gift Hinata gave him on the day she first visited his house. It was a Naruto-shaped “Chopstick Helper”. It was orange with spiked hair and was wearing a Konoha headband on its forehead. It had whiskers on its cheeks and it was forming a ”ram” seal, as if it was about to perform the “Shadow-Clone Jutsu”.

Naruto couldn’t help but resent it somehow…

Part of it was because Hinata didn’t feed him anymore now that he had it, but there was also something else…

...something deeper...

There was a time is his life when he was shunned by everyone in the village. When people actively feared him and loathed him for being the Nine-Tails’ jinchuriki. But through his struggles and his actions in the war, he became acknowledged not only by his own village, but also the rest of the villages that comprised the newly formed Shinobi Alliance. He was now the most recognizable face in the whole shinobi world. There wasn’t a day that didn’t pass by when somebody didn’t stop him on the street and didn’t thank him or congratulate him. Kids were now calling him ‘Naruto-Senpai’ and asked him to teach them his moves...

...And shops were now selling merchandize in his own image...

...Because he was now considered “a Hero”.

Somehow he couldn’t look at himself as a “Hero” anymore. Not after people fought wars, put their lives on the line and died trying to protect him.  People who never seeked glory or recognition, but rather sacrificed themselves for what they thought was right. For their friends... for their families…

People like Neji…

The real heroes of this world will never be as famous as him. They will never get their faces on a shirt or their images plastered on an action figure. They will never have a “chopstick helper” shaped after them. They will never be recognized and they will never be acknowledged. At most they will be honoured and remembered by the people that loved them, the people who lost them, the people who cried for them...

People like Hinata…

The person who lost her cousin because of his weakness, pulled him out of his despair and was now helping him get back on his feet by literally becoming his right hand. The person who made the meal he was enjoying right now.

Why wasn’t she considered a hero? Why didn’t anyone acknowledge her? Why didn’t she  have a “chopstick helper” shaped after her? Yeah! A purple one with long hair, a Konoha headband on her neck and…

...and what the heck was he thinking? How did he go from thinking about the war to imagining what a Hinata-shaped “chopstick helper” would look like?

Lately it seemed like his mind kept coming back to her. No matter what he did, no matter what he was contemplating, he would always think about her in some way, shape or form. Whenever he saw a flower, he would think about smelling it with her. Whenever he was eating something he would fantasize about eating it with her. And whenever girls tried to talk to him he would think about what it would be like to talk to her instead.

It was as if… as if she was becoming a part of him.

It’s probably because she was now helping him with his hand and all that…

Yeah… That was probably it…

Still… it would have been nice if a Hinata-shaped “Chopstick Helper”  actually existed. He would buy it in a heartbeat!

He smiled as he took another bite from the food she had prepared for him. It tasted great!

Hinata was incredible, wasn’t she? She was a great cook, she was kind, she was gentle, she was soft spoken…

...she was beautiful…

...she would make a great wife to someone, some day...

...a great... wife… to someone...

An image of Hinata in a wedding dress flashed in front of his eyes. She was happily walking down the aisle holding a bouquet of flowers. She was smiling and she was happy as she approached the man who was about to marry her. He couldn’t make out the groom’s features, he could be anyone. But he was with her, he was making her happy and it wasn’t him!

Naruto felt his eyes get wet. Why did the mere thought of Hinata marrying someone make his chest hurt so much?

Hinata is a wonderful person! She deserves to find someone that makes her happy! Right?

Right!

The tears… They kept coming out! Why couldn’t he make them stop?

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He heard a knock on his door. Who could it be at a time like this?

“Naruto-kun, it’s me. I am going out on a mission soon and I’ve come to check up on you, before I go. Do you need my help in anything?”

No! Not now! Not when he was like this!

“Uh… No! Ev-Everything is fine! Th-Thank you for asking.”

“Are you sure? You don’t sound fine.”

Why was he stammering? Why was he choking?

“I-I said, I’m fine! Please go away!”

“Are you… crying…?”

“N-No! I-I’m…”

“Naruto-kun, please open up! I need to see you!”

He quickly went on the toilet and splashed some water on his face before approaching the door.  He quickly wiped his face, took a deep breath and tried to compose himself. He needed to appear as cheerful and happy as possible before facing her.

“I’m fine! See? All’s well!”

“Naruto-kun, why is your shirt wet?”

Crap! In his panic he hadn’t thought about changing his shirt. Not that he would be able to put it on quickly with one hand anyway.

“And why are your cheeks all puffy and red?

“It’s nothing, OK? Please, let me be!”

He felt her arms wrap around him as she pulled him into a tight hug.

“Hinata, what are you doing?”

“You don’t have to tell me what happened if you don’t feel like it.  I just want you to know that I will always be by your side when you need me. I will always be there for you. No matter what.”

He allowed himself to melt inside her arms, using his right hand to pull her closer. He wanted to feel more of her, to be closer to her. He was afraid that if he let go of her now, he would lose her forever.

“Hey, Hinata, can I ask you something weird?”

“What is it?”

“Can you please repeat what you just said’?”

“No matter what?”

“No, the other part, before it.”

“Why?”

“Please… I need to hear it.”

“I will always be there for you.”

“Please, one more.”

“I will always be there for you.”

“One more.”

“I will always be there for you.”

He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent as she kept saying it. It felt intoxicating. Her touch, her warmth, made him feel…

...he couldn’t quite describe it! But whatever it was, he hadn’t felt anything like it before.

“Please… say it to me one more time…”

She bought her face close to him, looked up at him and gave him her warmest smile. He felt like his heart was going to rip itself out of his chest!

“I will always be there for you, Naruto-kun! No matter what!”

Her lips! They looked so… inviting! He wanted to…

A voice was heard from below.

“YO! BOSS! THERE YOU ARE! I WAS LOOKING ALL OVER KONOHA FOR YOU! I’VE GOT THIS SUPER ULTRA PERVERTED JUTSU I NEED TO SHOW YOU, KORE!

The realization that they now had an audience in Konohamaru snapped Naruto out of his trance and made Hinata jump in shock. They instinctively pulled away from each other and turned their backs on one another. Hinata put her hood on and pulled her jacket’s straps to hide her face as much as possible while Naruto pretended to focus on something that was apparently stuck on his door.

“Thanks for checking up on me Hinata! As you can see, I am all right now! Hahaha!”

“Y-yeah! I’m glad you’re okay now, Naruto-kun! I have to go on my mission now! Bye!”

Hinata jumped on the roof and dashed away from Naruto as fast as her feet allowed. Naruto on the other hand jumped down from his apartment landing right next to his protegee.

Konohamaru looked at him curiously.

“Uhm… Boss… Did I come at a bad time?”

Naruto mentally chastised himself. If Konohamaru hadn’t showed up at that precise moment he would have tried to…

“No, your timing was perfect, in fact.”

“Uhm, really? I didn’t interrupt anything?”

What would have happened if he had actually tried to do it? If he had actually pressed his luck and tried to take this further?

Naruto looked over at the direction of Hinata who was now a small dot in the distance. The fact that she was now running away from him as fast as she could told him all he needed to know.

She would freak out. She would be gentle in letting him down, sure, she wouldn’t be as violent as Sakura or as cruel as some of the other girls whom he asked out in the past, but she would still reject him.

At the end of the day, he was important to her but she didn’t love him.

Not in a romantic way at least.

Honestly, who could?

“Nothing that should have happened anyway.” said Naruto with a sigh.

“Huh? What’s the heck is that supposed to mean?”

Naruto gently ruffled Konohamaru’s hair and gave him one of his patented grins.

“Never mind that! Why don’t we go somewhere private and you show me that awesome new jutsu you developed!”

“All right boss! I have developed an awesome new perverted jutsu that can defeat Shinobi and Kunoichi at the same time!”

“Okay, this I’ve got to see…”

About a few miles away from the perverted jutsu specialists, Kiba and Shino were wondering why Hinata still had her hood on and why she refused to face them directly.

“Did something happen between you and Naruto?”

The white-eyed kunoichi got even redder under her hood. She couldn’t believe what had just happened! She hugged Naruto! His face was so close! She could practically feel his breath on her lips!

He looked so handsome! She wanted to kiss him! To lower his face down and bring his lips down to hers. Why, oh why didn’t she take that opportunity when she had the chance?

Images of lips connecting and tongues twirling flashed in front of her eyes.

And did she really feel something emerge from Naruto around her waist area?

Her face was practically sizzling. Shino swore he saw smoke rise from her forehead.

“No-Nothing happened!”

‘Unfortunately.’ she thought silently.

“Uhm… Shino, Kiba... do we pass by any waterfalls on the way to our mission destination?”

“I think so, why?”

“I need to go train under one for a few hours.”

“Are you insane? It’s the middle of the winter! The water is going to be ice cold right now!

“Good!”

Naruto’s entire body was filled with a strange warmth as he felt the angel’s arms wrap around him.

“Please don’t ever leave me. I need you.” he told her desperately.

He felt the angel’s lips move through his shirt.

“What did you just say?

“What do you think of my ‘Shinobi-Gone-Wild Jutsu’, boss?”

“Huh?”

Naruto came back to his senses to see Konohamaru standing in front of him.

“I said what did you think of my new ultra perverted jutsu?”

“Uhm… It was quite good, Konohamaru! Keep up the good work.”

The young ninja looked at his one-armed master concerned. Naruto was the inventor of the Sexy Jutsu, and the Harem Jutsu. He inspired him to create the “Reverse-Harem Jutsu” which, he later found out, was instrumental in defeating the rabbit goddess Kaguya and saving the world.

(Okay, it didn’t really defeat her, Kaguya recovered nearly immediately from it, but Konohamaru was never one to let facts to get in the way of a good ego-boost.)

For him to be so out of focus while he was performing his newest ultimate technique was…

“Hey boss, is everything OK?”

“Yeah, yeah, Konohamaru, everything is fine.”

“But, you are not screaming enthusiastically, you are not having nosebleeds like you normally do. Are you sure there’s nothing wrong?”

Naruto sighed. Seriously, what was wrong with him? In the past, he would not only pay close attention to Konohamaru’s sexy techniques but also give him perverted pointers on how to improve them. He would then try to one-up him by coming up with something even more perverted, at which point Konohamaru would swear that he would defeat him, and they would both go practising what they developed on unsuspecting civilians and shinobi. It was their thing.

This time though he couldn’t get into it like he used to. His heart just wasn’t into it for some reason…

He was still thinking about Hinata. His body still remembered the warmth of her embrace. How can you perform perverted techniques when your mind is fixated on a girl’s angelic smile? Her kindness, her concern, her generosity?

“It’s nothing Konohamaru… I guess I am just… growing up…”

BONUS SCENE:

Naruto stared blankly at the distance. He now knew what true hell, what true isolation was. It wasn’t being stranded in a desert, it wasn’t being trapped in the mindscape, it wasn’t even sleeping alone in an empty apartment where nobody was there to wait for you and welcome you.

No, true isolation what being surrounded and stuck with people that made you feel isolated.

Such as the fangirls that were talking in front of him right now.

He tried to tuning in back to their conversation…

“Blah, blah, blah… and then you did that move that... Blah, blah, blah…”

Oh, they were still talking about his fights... Okay...

He knew in his heart of hearts that those girls were not bad people. But the way they talked about him and idolized him, like he was some sort of deity made him feel uneasy.

When they asked him to tell them a story about his childhood, he honestly didn’t know what to tell them. His childhood was painful and lonely. It was a very sensitive subject for him. He wasn’t very comfortable in sharing his pain with anyone…

...except Hinata.

So he lied. He told them a bunch of tall tales that he pulled out of thin air and told them that everything about his childhood was excellent. That he was the top student in his class, that he had lots of friends…

...and they bought it. They believed every word he said. Because he was their precious “Senpai”.

Naruto hated every minute of it. He hated himself for doing this.

So he stood silently, spoke as little to the girls as he could and prayed for the sweet release of death.

Taking them out at Ichiraku’s for ramen was a really bad idea.

Thankfully Teuchi picked up on this and made sure that Naruto’s table got served as fast as possible. He could sense that he didn’t want to spend more time with those girls than what was required to be tactful.

Naruto looked at the generous serving of ramen and reached for the chopsticks.

One of the girls grabbed him before he did, and approached him as seductively as she could. She looked at him with “puppy-dog eyes” while taking extra care to give him a generous view of her cleavage.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“It must be hard to eat with one hand Naruto-Senpai. Why don’t you let me feed you?”

He grabbed the chopsticks from her hand and then placed them back on the table. He then grabbed the “Chopstick Helper” that Hinata gave to him, held it with his mouth and placed the chopsticks inside it.

“I appreciate the offer and all, but I really need to do this on my own.”

“Oh…”

“Uhm… Could you please sit a little bit… further? I don’t want to get any ramen broth on your clothes.”

“You’re so thoughtful, Naruto-Senpai!”

Naruto exhaled with relief as the girl went back to her chair and he placed a generous amount of ramen in his mouth.

He was certain she meant well and all, but the thought of a girl other than Hinata helping him out and feeding him somehow felt…

Wrong!

It felt wrong to have a girl other than Hinata by his side.

How long before she comes back from her mission, he wondered…

He wanted to hang out with her again!

Side Story: How she did it.

Tsunade looked at the documents that were lying in front of her desk and then at the kunoichi that was currently standing in front of her. She had to do a double-take and reread the whole thing because she couldn’t believe what she was actually reading.

“So let me get this straight, Hyuga Hinata-san…”

“Yes, Hokage-sama?”

“You wish, to turn down your promotion to jounin?”

“That is correct, yes.”

The fifth Hokage took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. So she didn’t  read the documents incorrectly.

After the end of the 4th Shinobi War, all of the kids that previously comprised the so called “Konoha Twelve” (actually Konoha Eleven now that Hyuga Neji had sadly passed away) minus Naruto and Sasuke had received a jounin promotion. They had proven beyond the shadow of a doubt that they were all strong and capable shinobi and that they could handle themselves quite well under pressure in times of peace and conflict. The acting daimyo felt that they didn’t even need to take an exam for it.

Hinata’s record during the 4th Shinobi war was especially impressive. She was able to operate with her byakugan activated for days, and endured in battle when even her cousin Neji was getting seriously fatigued. When the juubi awakened and her own cousin died during the war  -her cousin being a person to whom she was especially close- she composed herself and kept Naruto from giving in to the enemy. And when push came to shove and she needed to directly protect Naruto from falling to the enemy’s hands, she combined her own Twin-Lion Fists technique with the ancient 64-Palms technique of the Hyuga clan and took out a great part of the incoming enemy’s forces. She was practically a shoo in for jounin…

...and she was turning that down!

“May I ask the reasons why you are turning down such a promotion?”

“There’s someone who needs me… I need to be there for him.”

There was no doubt in Tsunade’s mind who that ‘someone’ was. Hinata’s love about Naruto may have been ‘Team Eight’s S-Ranked secret’ but everyone in Konoha knew how she felt about him…

...Everyone except Naruto that is…

“You know, his hand is going to be ready in a few months. He is probably not going to keep you around after that.”

“I know. And I am still planning to stand by him during that time. I gave him my word and I am not going to go back on it. That’s our ninja way.”

The acting Hokage felt a migraine coming. She furiously rubbed her temples and then threw a non-chakra-enhanced punch on the table.

“You overly-sentimental, lovesick idiot! This isn’t something minor you are turning down, it’s the freaking jounin position! It’s something shinobi struggle to achieve all their lives! Most of them don’t even get a chance to get it!”

She got off the desk and approached Hinata furiously. The poor girl needed to get through to her skull that she was making a grievous mistake.

“Do you even realise what turning down this promotion means? It means that you will be the only person in your class who will never be promoted! It means that your teammates Shino and Kiba will outrank you and that you will become their subordinate! It means that you will be a chuunin and receive no higher than B-Ranked missions for the rest of your life! Is this what you really want? Do you really want to sacrifice your future for him?”

“Yes.” Hinata said simply.

Tsunade sat back down on her desk and slammed her face on it. The poor girl was hopeless.

“You want something else from me, don’t you? Or else you wouldn’t request an audience with me, you would just send me the rejection by mail.”

“Yes.” said Hinata again.

“What is it? Spill it out!”

The white-eyed chuunin approached the desk and addressed her boss. There wasn’t any threat or malice in her voice, but the acting Hokage could tell that this was something that was extremely important.

“Please synchronize Naruto-kun’s schedule with mine.”

“What?”

“Every time that he comes out of the Hospital or is back in Konoha from a mission I need to be there for him. Please arrange my mission schedule in accordance to this.”

The acting hokage grabbed herself by her hair and looked up at Hinata intently. She attempted to stare her down, but the white-eyed kunoichi was so determined that she could outstare the sun.

“You know this is a big favor you are asking me to do.”

“Yes.”

“And you are just asking me to do it like this? You are not going to offer me anything in return? Some sort of bribe or compensation to motivate me to do this?”

“I sincerely apologize. I believed that the fact that we both care about Naruto-kun was motivating enough. Nevertheless, if you wish for me to get you anything or do something for you in exchange for this, I will be more than happy to oblige.”

A wide smile formed on Tsunade’s lips. She laid back on her chair and exhaled.

“I will see what I can do Hyuga Hinata-san. You are dismissed.”

“Thank you Hokage-Sama.”

The young kunoichi stood up and bowed gently as she exited the room. She then gave Tsunade one of her warmest smiles and closed the door.

“Shizune!” she yelled to the lone woman who was standing outside. “Cancel all my appointments for the rest of the evening! The Hokage’s office is closed for the rest of the day!”

The young secretary scrambled in panic and started going through the Hokage’s now-cancelled schedule. She had a long day ahead of her, both inside her office and outside of it. She picked up the phone, took a deep breath and steeled herself for the incoming rage and verbal abuse that was inevitably coming her way..

Inside the Hokage’s office, after making sure that nobody was watching and that no ANBU members were going to approach her for a while, the fifth Hokage reached for the bottom drawer of her desk. She took out a key that she had placed on a special necklace around her neck and carefully unlocked it.

That place in her desk, that drawer was sacred to her. She didn’t want anyone else to know about it and desecrate it. She had already made arrangements with her successor to get its contents specially sealed and sent to her personally. It was going to be the only thing that she would take from her office back to her civilian life.

It contained Jiraya’s letters, a copy of his only non-smutty book “Tales of the Gutsy Ninja”, the gifts that he had given her over the years, and a picture of him smiling and giving her the victory sign in his trademarked outfit and kabuki makeup.

They were her anchor, her strength, what kept her going when her schedule became overly packed and she had to spend inhumanly long hours inside the hokage’s office. They were what motivated her to stick through thick and thin, to face danger and adversity and protect the village and its people when all seemed lost and a powerful enemy invaded. They reminded her that, no matted what happened, she always had someone who cared for her, and loved her!

And then she sent him in a dangerous mission in Rain Country and got him killed.

She wasn’t quite the person she used to be after that.

Jiraya’s picture was placed on her desk as she took out a bottle of sake that she always kept in the cupboard behind her and poured herself a glass.

“For someone to love and sacrifice so much for him… without expecting anything in return… Your student is really lucky to have someone like her in his life…”

The sake burned as it went down her throat. It left a bitter taste inside her mouth.

Come to think of it, that girl’s situation was similar to Jiraya’s, wasn’t it? Sure, she wasn’t a pervert, at least not a covert one like Jiraya, but she also went through extraordinary lengths to support the person she loved. She put her life on the line and made sacrifices for someone… without expecting anything...

...because she loved that someone…

...Just like Jiraya loved her.

Why didn’t she appreciate what he was doing for her while he was still alive? Why did she always chastise and belittle him whenever she saw him? Why did she always dismiss him as an ‘old pervert’ whenever he attempted to flirt with her and get closer to her?

Why did Jiraya have to die in order for her to realise that she had feelings for him?

Because she was a moron, that’s why. Just like…

“I… I just hope that gaki comes to appreciate what that girl is doing for him. To come to accept her feelings and cherish her before he hurts her or he loses her. Or both. I hope... they don’t end up… like us!”

She drank another glass of sake and fought back the tears. She was too old to cry. It was too late to cry.

She placed Jiraya’s picture back inside the desk and the sake back on her cupboard. Now was not the time to get drunk and break down. She took out Naruto and Hinata’s mission schedules from the filing cabinet and placed them right next to each other.

“Now… Let’s see… What do those weird star symbols mean again?”

She contemplated this for about five seconds.

“Screw it, I’ll just copy the one over the other.”

Whew! That was a long one! I really hope I didn’t bore you to death and that you enjoyed the bonus scene and the side story.

I found it odd that Hinata was still a Chuunin in “The Last” movie, so I made the Side Story to explain why she is the only one from the “Konoha 12″ that didn’t get promoted. I hope you enjoyed that particular headcannon.

I really wanted to delve into Naruto’s psyche in this chapter. I wanted to set up his mindset and his conflict early because it’s going to pay a huge part into what happens later in the story (provided that I get to update it, of course). I wanted to give him a better motive for not getting together with Hinata than what is commonly harped “he didn’t realize he was in love with her”. It does temporarily play a factor to this story, but there is something much more traumatic at play here that I wish to explore.

Do you like my interpretation of Naruto’s psyche? Do you agree? Do you like the direction this story is taking? If so, please reblog, tag and/or comment. I really appreciate it and it drives me to write more.

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Anaconda, Andrew Bogut, and Animals: PUPPY ALERT for 10 month old Gracie Adorable, petite, friendly, playful, doing well in doggy play groups - Will need love, patience and training 30397 10 months old 39 Ibs @brooklyn ace aiting LOVE lo **** TO BE KILLED - 6/18/22018 **** PUPPY ALERT FOR 10 MONTH OLD GRACIE, an adorable little gray girl dumped at the Brooklyn shelter as a stray. Gracie's just a baby so she's going to need lots of love, patience and training. As are most dogs who have been abandoned by their family, Gracie is initially nervous at the shelter but she's warming up nicely, making friends and acclimating to doggy play groups, socializing and just plain o' having fun. Gracie's time is up at the shelter and they have added her to the euth list. She will be killed if no one can offer her the home, love and companionship she will need to be successful. Don't think they won't kill Gracie because she's a puppy because they will. Please run, don't walk, to the shelter and ask for Gracie. She needs a hero ASAP. GRACIE@BROOKLYN ACC Hello, my name is Gracie My animal id is #30397 I am a female gray brindle dog at the Brooklyn Animal Care Center The shelter thinks I am about 10 months old, 39 lbs Came into shelter as a stray June 5, 2018 Gracie is at risk due to being diagnosed with Canine Infectious Respiratory Disease Complex, which is contagious to other dogs. She will likely require in home rest with a course of antibiotics. We recommend she go to an experienced dog home that will allow a slow approach as she can be a bit intimidated by new situations. My medical notes are... Weight: 39.4 lbs L V T Notes Vet Notes 8/06/2018 [LVT Intake Exam] Microchip Scan:Negative Evidence of Cruelty:none Observed Behavior: Little nervous, tense but tolerated handling Sex: Female intact Estimated Age: 10mths Subjective: describe how he animal is presenting and any known history-- Came in as a stray,no known medical history. Eyes: clear Ears: clean Oral Exam: wnl Heart: HR -- 100 Lungs: RR -- 20 Abdomen: Soft and non tender Musculoskeletal: WNL Mentation: Normal Preliminary Assessment: BARH, Normal Plan: Needs DVM intake exams. Details on my behavior are... Behavior Condition: 2. Blue Behavior History Behavior Assessment Gracie's finder stated that she was snapping at him when he first tried to pet her but after a few hours she began to relax. During intake Gracie sat when counselor held up a treat at took it gently from her hand. Gracie jumped on counselor looking for more treats but due to previous behavior, counselor did not reach her hand out to pet Gracie. Gracie remained calm throughout intake but not collaring was done. Date of Intake: 6/5/2018 Spay/Neuter Status: Unknown Basic Information:: Gracie was brought in as a stray so her history is unknown at this time. Date of intake:: 6/5/2018 Spay/Neuter status:: No Means of surrender (length of time in previous home):: Stray Date of assessment:: 6/7/2018 Look:: 2. Dog pulls out of Assessor's hands each time without settling during three repetitions. Sensitivity:: 1. Dog stands still and accepts the touch, eyes are averted, and tail is in neutral position with a relaxed body posture. Dog's mouth is likely closed for at least a portion of the assessment item. Tag:: 1. Dog follows at the end of the leash, body soft. Paw squeeze 1:: 1. Dog gently pulls back his/her paw. Paw squeeze 2:: 2. Dog quickly pull back. Toy:: 1. Dog settles close, keeps a firm grip and is loose and wiggly. Dog does not place his/her body between you and the toy. Summary:: Gracie came into the assessment room fearful and timid, she was timid and shy but after some time spent she became relaxed towards the handlers with a slow approach. Summary (1):: Gracie was brought in as a stray so her past behavior with other dogs is unknown. Here at the Care Centers, Gracie slowly warms up to novel dogs. She engages in bouncy play, and persistently solicits when they ignore her. She is tolerant of most inappropriate behaviors. The Behavior Department recommends that Gracie be placed in a home with resident dogs that match her play style. 6/6: When off leash at the Care Centers, Gracie greets a group of calm male and female dogs with nervous but soft posture. As the session continues, she becomes more comfortable and slightly social with them. 6/7: Gracie was much more confident and relaxed with novel dogs. She interacted with several male dogs, soliciting attention with play bows. Gracie bounces around the pens when paired with a sexually motivated male, and is tolerant of female dog's over correction. 6/8: Gracie becomes mouthy and persistent with her play solicitations, and needs to be slow down by handlers. She is able to engage in appropriate play with the group of male and female dogs. Date of intake:: 6/5/2018 Summary:: Approached the counselor for more treats and remain calm throughout the intake Summary:: Unknown ENERGY LEVEL:: Gracie displays a medium to high activity level in the care center. IN SHELTER OBSERVATIONS:: 6/11/18: At an adoption event on Saturday Gracie snapped at a couple people that approached too quickly. She was very treat motivated and would accept petting if offered a treat along with a slow approach. She did snap at a man that gave her a treat but then appeared to pet her a little to roughly. She appeared to be uncomfortable around bigger men but reportedly did well while interacting with some younger women. She did appear to get comfortable with her male handler fairly quickly. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: EXPERIENCE (suitable for an adopter with some previous dog experience, especially with the behaviors outlined below) Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No young children (under 5) Recommendations comments:: No young children: Due to the behavior seen in the care center, we feel that Gracie may be intimidated by young children. She needs a slow approach and time to warm up. She should never be forced to interact with new people, and should be allowed to greet and initiate an interaction at her own pace. Potential challenges: : Fearful Potential challenges comments:: Fearful: Gracie is timid with new people. She manages her stress well and has not escalated or shown any aggression, but she does need time to warm up to new people. She does best with a slow approach, and should be permitted to greet new people at her own pace and to initiate interaction (rather than being approached and pet immediately by a new person) so she has time to adjust and become comfortable before she is handled. She should be spoken to softly and gently. * TO FOSTER OR ADOPT * If you would like to adopt a dog on our “To Be Killed” list, and you CAN get to the shelter in person to complete the adoption process *within 48 hours of reserve*, you can reserve the dog online until noon on the day they are scheduled to die. We have provided the Brooklyn, Staten Island and Manhattan information below. Adoption hours at these facilities is Noon – 8:00 p.m. (6:30 on weekends) HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! *PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! ** STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://ift.tt/2ynocEZ Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction Animal Care Centers of NYC (ACC) nycacc.org HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU *CANNOT* GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications. Shelter contact information Phone number (212) 788-4000 Email adoption@nycacc.org Shelter Addresses: Brooklyn Shelter: 2336 Linden Boulevard Brooklyn, NY 11208 Manhattan Shelter: 326 East 110 St. New York, NY 10029 Staten Island Shelter: 3139 Veterans Road West Staten Island, NY 10309 Available Animals Thank you for your interest in adopting from Animal Care Centers of NYC. Our At Risk List is posted each day (except Saturday) at 6:00PM and remains viewable until 12:00PM noon the following day. newhope.shelterbuddy.com

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Andrew Bogut, Cats, and Children: 57144 3 At Manhattan Pink ACC waiting years old, 58 Ibs for Lovel A PRECIOUS LFE HAnGS In THE BALANCE Please hep us share adorable Hugs & kissesPh - She's out of tme and n need of a loving new home **** TO BE KILLED - 3/21/2019 **** SOMETIMES IN LIFE we need a second chance to get it right. After all, no one and nothing is perfect. Pink is 3 years old and absolutely adorable. She had a home but recently she was surrendered to the Manhattan shelter. In her old home she was friendly, playful and endearing and she even attempted to play with the cat. So maybe she's even cat friendly! This time around Pink is hoping for a more dedicated and loving family who will help guide and train her instead of giving up on her because she may not be perfect. She is out of time and has been added to the euth list and needs everyone's undivided attention and plenty of shares to get her plight out there. Please help network this cutie for her happy ever after. PINK@MANHATTAN ACC Hello, my name is Pink My animal id is #57144 I am a female red brown dog at the Manhattan Animal Care Center The shelter thinks I am about 3 years old, 58 lbs Came into shelter as a stray Mar. 15, 2019 Pink is at risk for behavioral reasons. Pink has not adjusted well to the care center and has shown sensitivity to touch and handling and has remained fearful. Pink would be best suited for an experienced adopter that can provide a low stress environment as well as gradual behavior modification and reward based training. Medically, Pink has a skin condition which may need follow up vet care. My medical notes are... Weight: 58.6 lbs Vet Notes 17/03/2019 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: Microchip noted on Intake? Microchip Number (If Applicable): History : stray dog brought in by good Samaritan Subjective: bright and alert Observed Behavior - lunged at handler attempted to bite when approached with a muzzle Evidence of Cruelty seen - no Evidence of Trauma seen - no Objective sedated P = 60 R = 30 BCS 6/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted; on top of head focal spot of alopecia Oral Exam: mod tartar on carnassial teeth PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: fi based on no apparent OHE scar MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - sedated Assessment: r/o demodex vs ring worm vs dermatitis Prognosis: good Plan: behavioral assessment sedated- dexdorm.- 0.9ml and butorph.- 1 ml IM; reversed w/ 1ml antised. woods lamp (-) skin scrape (-) monitor area alopecia on head SURGERY: Okay for surgery Details on my behavior are... Behavior Condition: 5. Red Behavior History Behavior Assessment Unable to collar Pink because she barked when we approached, and turned her neck quickly when we tried to place a collar around her neck. Collar was placed inside kennel card baggie. Date of Intake: 3/15/2019 Spay/Neuter Status: Unknown Basic Information:: Pink is a large mixed breed female, estimated to be 1 years old. Pink was found as a stray. Previously lived with:: 2 Adults How is this dog around strangers?: This dog is playful and outgoing with strangers. How is this dog around children?: No children in previous home. How is this dog around other dogs?: The large mixed breed was kept separated from the small mixed breed in the home. How is this dog around cats?: The cat in the home was a male estimated to be 5 years old. The cat swatted the large mixed breed because the cat was cat. The large mixed breed became playful and the cat retreated and ran away. Resource guarding:: The large mixed breed stands away when the client goes to take away the food bowl. Bite history:: The large mixed breed did not bite or scratch a person or animal in previous home. Housetrained:: Partially Energy level/descriptors:: High energy level, playful Other Notes:: Unknown Has this dog ever had any medical issues?: No Medical Notes: No known medical concerns. For a New Family to Know: The large mixed breed was fed wet and dry food mixed 3 times a day. The dog enjoyed playing with squeaky and rubber toys. The large mixed breed pulls hard on the leash and was taken out for talks during the day and night. The large mixed breed used the bathroom on the grass and roots area. Date of intake:: 3/15/2019 Spay/Neuter status:: No Means of surrender (length of time in previous home):: Stray (information from finder) Previously lived with:: Adults and a dog Behavior toward strangers:: Playful and outgoing Behavior toward dogs:: Kept separated from the dog in the home Behavior toward cats:: Playful Resource guarding:: None reproted Bite history:: None reported Housetrained:: Partially Energy level/descriptors:: Pink is descried as playful with a high level of activity. Date of assessment:: 3/19/2019 Summary:: Leash Walking Strength and pulling: Moderate Reactivity to humans: None Reactivity to dogs: None Leash walking comments: None Sociability Loose in room (15-20 seconds): Moderately social Call over: Approaches with coaxing Sociability comments: Approaches people and sniffs them, sniffs room Handling Soft handling: Accepts contact Exuberant handling: Accepts contact Comments: Sit downs, leans into assessor Arousal Jog: Follows (loose) Arousal comments: None Knock: Approaches (loose) Knock Comments: None Toy: Grips, firm Toy comments: Body soft Summary:: 3/19: When introduced off leash to the male greeter dog, Pink is a bit tense. She sniffs and greets, then roams away. Date of intake:: 3/15/2019 Summary:: Barked, turned away Date of initial:: 3/17/2019 Summary:: Lunged and snapped, was sedated ENERGY LEVEL:: Pink is described as having a high level of activity. We recommend long-lasting chews, food puzzles, and hide-and-seek games, in additional to physical exercise, to positively direct her energy and enthusiasm. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: Level 3 Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No children (under 13) Recommendations comments:: Due to fearful behavior and a sensitivity to handling seen at the care center, we recommend an adult only home. Potential challenges: : Handling/touch sensitivity,Fearful/potential for defensive aggression Potential challenges comments:: Pink has displayed some sensitivity to handling, especially when attempting to collar her. At the beginning of her stay, she head flipped and growled when this was done. She will need slow, gentle handling paired with treats to teach her to be more comfortable with this. Please see handout on Handling Sensitivity. Pink has been fearful at the care center and has barked and growled at handlers, especially at the beginning of her stay. She has since warmed up to staff members and new people. Please see handout on Fearful/potential for defensive aggression. * TO FOSTER OR ADOPT * HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! * STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account \ Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU CANNOT GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Northern VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications. Shelter contact information Phone number (212) 788-4000 Email adoption@nycacc.org Shelter Addresses: Brooklyn Shelter: 2336 Linden Boulevard Brooklyn, NY 11208 Manhattan Shelter: 326 East 110 St. New York, NY 10029 Staten Island Shelter: 3139 Veterans Road West Staten Island, NY 10309

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Andrew Bogut, Children, and Christmas: TRAUMATIZED BY HIS PARENT'S ARREST, A S WEET, SCARED YOUNG BOY JUST WANTS TO GO HOME Id 32426, @ 1 Yrs., 4 Mos. 58 lbs of Love, Waiting w/Hope Manhâttan ACC レ TO BE KILLED – 12/13/2018 JAX went through a traumatic experience. The cops came to his home where he was resting comfortably by his parent’s side, when all of a sudden the knock on the door came, the loud voices screaming on top of one another “Police, OPEN UP,” and the charging through the door. His parent was wrestled to the ground and handcuffed and in his fear and terror, poor JAX fled out the door, trying to get away from the scene. A police officer followed him, but Jax was so scared that he growled at him. So then he was darted in, tranquilized, and dumped at the Manhattan Center where he awoke to many strangers, people he didn’t know, scents and smells that had become a long ago nightmare to him, and absolutely NO sign of the person he loved most in the world. What a nice present for Christmas right? You cannot explain to these poor dogs what is happening to them or why. And this is not JAX’s first rodeo, he was here before when he was just a baby, and back then he had an optimistic spirit, hope, happiness, and only cuddles for everyone he met. In fact, the shelter staff mention that back during his first stay he was playful with all the pups in playgroup. They remember him, they remember his sweetness. How can we possibly judge JAX over a year later, especially now after what he has been through. Behind his confusion is the innocent heart of that young puppy, not yet beaten down by the reality of his situation. Won’t you help him find a new home so he will not be executed tomorrow for the sins of his father? Share, crosspost, tag and pledge for this poor boy who only dreamed – ever – of having a long and happy life with a loving family. Prove to him his dream can still come true. If you are an experienced foster or adopter in an adult only home (kids over age 13 ok) hurry and MESSAGE our page or email us at MustLloveDogsNYC@gmail.com to foster or adopt him now. JAX, ID 32426, @ 1 Yr. 4 Mos. Old, 58 lbs. Manhattan ACC, Large Mixed Breed, Brown Brindle / White, Neutered Male Surrender Reason, 12/4/2018: Owner Arrested, Jax tried to escape from the house, was darted by police and brought to the shelter. ☹ Shelter Assessment Rating: New Hope Rescue Only Intake Behavior Rating: 4. Orange AT RISK MEMO: Jax shows fearful and distance increasing behaviors at the care center. Although he may warm up after some time, we recommend placement with a new hope partner that can provide slow, reward based training in a low stress environment to help him adjust. Medically, Jax has Ottis Externa, a condition of the ear which may require some follow up vet care. INTAKE NOTES – DATE OF INTAKE, 12/4/2018: Poor Jax was darted (tranquilized) so the intake staff could not comment on his behavior. BASIC INFORMATION: Max is a large mixed breed neutered male dog whose owner was arrested. During the arrest, Max attempted to flee from the house. A police officer who went to get him. Jax was scared, terrified. He growled at the police officer. The police darted him (tranquilized) Max and took him to the shelter. Needless to say, Jax is traumatized by the entire experience. SHELTER ASSESSMENT – DATE OF ASSESSMENT, 12/10/2018. Summary:: When the assessor approached Jax, he began to hard bark, so a handling assessment was not preformed. PLAYGROUP NOTES – DOG TO DOG SUMMARIES: Summary (1):: 12/5: A gate greeting is conducted for Jax due to growling when handlers approach or attempt to handle. He briefly sniffs the helper dog through the gate with a bit of a tense body. He softens slightly upon second sniff. During a previous stay (2016) Jax was observed to engage playfully with a female helper dog. ENERGY LEVEL:: We have no history on Jax so we cannot be certain of his behavior in a home environment. We recommend long-lasting chews, food puzzles, and hide-and-seek games, in additional to physical exercise, to positively direct his energy and enthusiasm. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: NEW HOPE ONLY Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No children (under 13),Place with a New Hope partner Recommendations comments:: No children: Due to the potential for defensive aggression Jax has displayed at the care center, we recommend an adult only home. Place with a New Hope partner: Due to the potential for defensive aggression Jax has displayed at the care center, we recommend placement with a New Hope partner who can provide any necessary behavior modification (force-free, positive reinforcement-based) and re-evaluate behavior in a stable home environment before placement into a permanent home. Potential challenges: : Fearful/potential for defensive aggression Potential challenges comments:: Fearful/potential for defensive aggression: While Jax has warmed up to and displayed social behavior with some handlers, he growls and barks at new people upon approach. Guidance from a professional trainer/behaviorist is recommended to assess behavior after decompression in a new home environment. Force-free, reward based training is advised when introducing or exposing Jax to new and unfamiliar situations. MEDICAL NOTES: 5/12/2018 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: ~5-8years based on PE. Microchip noted on Intake? MCpositive 981020017007761 History : O arrested; P tried to escape from home and was tranquilized and brought in. Subjective / Observed Behavior - BAR; hard barking and lunging during exam. muzzled. growling throughout exam, stiff body, tail tucked. Evidence of Cruelty seen - none Evidence of Trauma seen - none Objective BCS 6/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears have heavy black exudate, AU; no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: did not examine due to behavior. PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: No murmur ausculted; CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: neutered male. MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: externally normal. Assessment otitis externa overweight Prognosis: excellent Plan: recommend follow-up with primary DVM for ear cytology, cleaning and medication SURGERY: neutered *** TO FOSTER OR ADOPT *** JAX IS RESCUE ONLY. You must fill out applications with New Hope Rescues to foster or adopt him. He cannot be reserved online at the ACC ARL, nor can he be direct adopted at the shelter. PLEASE HURRY AND MESSAGE OUR PAGE FOR ASSISTANCE! HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! *PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! ** STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account \ Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU *CANNOT* GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications. Shelter contact information Phone number (212) 788-4000 Email adoption@nycacc.org Shelter Addresses: Brooklyn Shelter: 2336 Linden Boulevard Brooklyn, NY 11208 Manhattan Shelter: 326 East 110 St. New York, NY 10029 Staten Island Shelter: 3139 Veterans Road West Staten Island, NY 10309

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Being Alone, Andrew Bogut, and Apparently: SHY, SWEET, PLAYFUL YOUNGSTER. LOYAL AFFECTIONATE, ADORES OTHER DOGS, LOVES BELLY RUBS, HOUSE & CRATE TRAINED YOSHI ID 37325, 1 Yr., 4 Mos., 73 lbs., Waiting for his Perfect Family, At Manhattan ACC TO BE KILLED - 8/10/2018 “He lays around and enjoys belly rubs daily,” said Yoshi’s owner before she left Yoshi and his sibling Bowser at the shelter and walked off into her new life and new “No Pets” apartment. We’re fuming. Some parent! They knew Yoshi is shy with new people initially, and that this young man has only known the love and safety of family life. He misses his friend Bowser, and he misses the parent who obviously didn’t deserve his love and affection. Yoshi is a good boy. He is super playful, loves to wrestle, and enjoys immensely the company of other dogs. That is where he shines and it’s his only comfort during his long, lonely days at the shelter, days spent alone in a windowless kennel. He belongs with his person, he belongs in a home. He is housetrained, he sleeps in his crate at night, is very easygoing about having his nails trimmed or being pushed off the furniture. He only pulls lightly when on leash walks, and when he is off leash he sticks close to your side, a bit of a scaredy cat about facing the big wide world on his own. Let’s face it, Yoshi is a wonderful boy, a loyal and loving family pet, a youngster barely 1.5 years old who is now facing his death for being shy and timid at the shelter. He is NOT aggressive, on the contrary, he is frightened, and during his assessment when the assessor attempted to touch him he panicked and fled. He fled! Poor, sweet, Yoshi. He so needs an experienced foster or adopter in an adult only home where he can decompress, get by his ordeal and then find his smile again. His breed is loyal, affectionate, and focused on making their parent the center of their life. If you are looking for a lifeline companion, you won’t find better than Yoshi. PLEASE Private Message our page or email us at MustLoveDogsNYC@gmail.com for assistance fostering or adopting him now. Gorgeous Yoshi and Friend Belly (36897) in play yard: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nzeEY3exoJQ YOSHI, ID # 37325 @ 1 Yr. 4 Mos. Old, 73.4 lbs. Manhattan ACC, Large Mixed Breed, Black / Tan, Unaltered Male Owner Surrender Reason: Moving to No Pets Housing Shelter Assessment Rating: New Hope Rescue Only Intake Behavior Rating: AT RISK MEMO: Yoshi is at risk for behavior reasons. Yoshi is very fearful at the care center and nervous of unknown people and items. Due to the level of fearfulness observed, we are seeking placement for Yoshi only with a New Hope partner. Medically we have no concerns for Yoshi, who presents as a healthy dog. INTAKE NOTES – DATE OF INTAKE, 8/6/2018: Yoshi had a stiff body but did not lung nor bite. He was easy to enter with in a kennel due to being done so fast pace. He was unable to be collard due to stiff body language and warning signs. OWNER SURRENDER NOTES – BASIC INFORMATION: Bowser and Yoshi came in to the shelter due to the owner moving to a new place where they don't allow dogs. Yoshi previously lived with 2 adults and 1 dog. Around strangers, Yoshi is shy in the beginning. He has never been around children. When around other dogs, he is relaxed and playful. Sometimes he can play very rough. Yoshi has never been around cats. He does not guard his resources and he has never bitten a person or other animal. He is housetrained and has a very high energy level. Yoshi isn't bothered when someone touches his food nor pushes him off furniture. He also isn't bother when someone tries to restrain him or disturbs him when he's sleeping. Yoshi isn't bothered when nails are trimmed. When someone takes bone or raw-hides or treat away he tends to growl. For a New Family to Know: Yoshi is described to be a playful. His energy level is very high. He lays around and enjoys belly rubs daily. Yoshi loves to fetch and wrestling. He is described to be house-trained and uses the bathroom on grass areas. He sleeps in cages and pulls lightly. When off leash he stays close by. SHELTER ASSESSMENT – DATE OF ASSESSMENT, 8/8/2018 Summary:: In the assessment room, Yoshi maintained distance from the assessor. He eventually approached and sniffed the assessor. When the assessor attempted to touch him, he panicked and fled. Out of concern for his stress levels, he is not a good candidate for a handling assessment at this time. Please see his owner surrender not for information on his behavior in his previous home. PLAYGROUP NOTES – DOG TO DOG SUMMARIES: Summary (1):: 8/7: When introduced off leas to the female greeter dog, Yoshi engages in bouncy, running play, at times mouthing at play. ENERGY LEVEL:: Yoshi is described as having a very high level of activity. We recommend long-lasting chews, food puzzles, and hide-and-seek games, in additional to physical exercise, to positively direct his energy and enthusiasm. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: NEW HOPE ONLY Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No children (under 13),Place with a New Hope partner. Recommendations comments:: No children: Due to how uncomfortable Yoshi is currently with touch and novel stimuli, we feel that an adult-only home would be most beneficial at this time. Place with a New Hope partner: At the care center, Yoshi panics when touched and avoids handling. For this reason, we recommend placement with a New Hope partner who can provide any necessary behavior modification (force-free, positive reinforcement-based) and re-evaluate behavior in a stable home environment before placement into a permanent home. Potential challenges: : Handling/touch sensitivity,Fearful. Potential challenges comments:: Handling/touch sensitivity: Yoshi has been noted to be uncomfortable with handling. It is important to always go slow and give Yoshi the option to walk away from any social interaction. Yoshi should never be forced to approach anything that he is uncomfortable with or to submit to petting or handling. It should always be Yoshi’s choice to approach a new person or thing. Yoshi may do best in an initially calm and quiet home environment and should be given time to acclimate to his new surroundings. Fearful: Yoshi is very fearful at the care center. It is important to move slowly with Yoshi, to build positive associations (treats/toys/praise), and to allow Yoshi to initiate interactions with new people. He should never be forced to greet or to interact if he is not comfortable and soliciting attention. MEDICAL EXAM NOTES 9/08/2018 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: Reported 1 year and 4 months - exam is consistent with this Microchip noted on Intake? Scanned negative History : Surrendered. No health concerns reported. Subjective: Alert, walks well on leash Observed Behavior - Tense, stares and doesn't break eye contact. Allows exam but sits down and scoots away from touch to hind end. Jumps away from stethoscope but tolerates auscultation after I let him sniff it. Evidence of Cruelty seen - None Evidence of Trauma seen - None Objective BAR-H, MMs pink and moist, BCS 5/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: Clean incisors and canines PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Not distended, non painful, no masses palpated U/G: Male intact, testicles S/S MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: Normal externally Assessment: Apparently healthy Prognosis: Excellent Plan: Neuter, adopt SURGERY: Okay for surgery 1088 * TO FOSTER OR ADOPT * YOSHI IS RESCUE ONLY! You must PRIVATE MESSAGE our page or email us at MustLoveDogsNYC@gmail.com for assistance with fostering or adopting him. He cannot be reserved on the ACC ARL online list, nor can he be direct adopted at the shelter. If you would like to adopt a dog on our “To Be Killed” list, and you CAN get to the shelter in person to complete the adoption process *within 48 hours of reserve*, you can reserve the dog online until noon on the day they are scheduled to die. We have provided the Brooklyn, Staten Island and Manhattan information below. Adoption hours at these facilities is Noon – 8:00 p.m. (6:30 on weekends) HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! *PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! ** STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction Animal Care Centers of NYC (ACC) nycacc.org HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU *CANNOT* GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications. Shelter contact information Phone number (212) 788-4000 Email adoption@nycacc.org Shelter Addresses: Brooklyn Shelter: 2336 Linden Boulevard Brooklyn, NY 11208 Manhattan Shelter: 326 East 110 St. New York, NY 10029 Staten Island Shelter: 3139 Veterans Road West Staten Island, NY 10309 yos

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Andrew Bogut, Apparently, and Click: GAZPACHO ID 26268 2 Yrs., 72 lbs. of Joy Manhattan Acc Stellar SAFER Scores Wiggly, waggy friendly, social! Absolutely adorable. Loves people w/all his heart. A good, sweet boy! ****TO BE KILLED 5/22/18**** <3 A long time resident of the Manhattan Center still holds hope in his heart that a family will pick him. STELLAR SAFER SCORES too! GAZPACHO has been at the shelter a month. He’s just a youngster, super friendly, social and sweet to everyone he meets. But a month at the shelter is difficult even for the sweetest of dogs, and Gazpacho is no exception. He is such a good kid, and this boy needs a family. He needs out of the shelter and a new life -- time spent in the quiet, calm, comfort and safety of a family home, because there is not a thing wrong with him. He dreams of, and longs to be, part of a family who will love him, play with him, take him on long walks or hikes or even for a swim. He needs to sleep on a soft bed beside his favorite someone. He longs for his own toys, for pets and hugs and snuggles and ….well….a sofa buddy! And he deserves all that and more. Gazpacho simply ACED his safer, getting all coveted 1’s across the board, and one 2 (also amazing). He loves humans big or small, though due to his size he may be too big for a home with kids under 5 (in his enthusiasm to kiss them he could inadvertently knock them over!) 😊 We wish we had more pictures of this perfect “experience-rated” boy who is perfect for any family with some previous dog experience. And just like the Andalusian soup he is named for, this boy is pretty darn cool and refreshing with a pinch of spice! So please don’t let him languish and certainly don’t let him die! Step up now and give this big hunky youngster a home and be rewarded with his undying loyalty and many sloppy kisses. You couldn’t ask for more, could you? PRIVATE MESSAGE our page or email us at MustLoveDogsNYC@gmail.com for assistance fostering or adopting Gazpacho. GAZPACHO, ID # 26268, @ 2 Yrs. Old, 74.4 lbs. Manhattan acc, Large Mixed Breed, White / Brown, Unaltered Male I came to the shelter as: Stray Shelter Assessment Rating: EXPERIENCE Intake Behavior Rating: 1. Green UPDATE! IN SHELTER OBSERVATIONS: 5/21/18 Since intake, Gazpacho has been social towards all handlers; his behavior has remained consistent and he continues to display a loose/soft body upon approach. Gazpacho actively solicits attention and has allowed all handling while in the care center. INTAKE NOTES – DATE OF INTAKE, 4/26/2018: Upon intake, Gazpacho had a loose body and a wagging tail. Gazpacho approached me and sniffed me and allowed me to pet him. Gazpacho allowed me to collar him and place a leash on him. Gazpacho remained loose bodied and with a wagging tail during interaction. SURRENDER NOTES – BASIC INFORMATION: Gazpacho is approximately a 3 year old male white and brown large mixed breed dog. Gazpacho was found as a stray by a police officer. Gazpacho allowed the officer to approach him and hold onto him until a collar and leash was placed on him. SHELTER ASSESSMENT – DATE OF ASSESSMENT, 5/1/2018: Look: 1. Dog's eyes are averted, with tail wagging and ears back. Allows head to be held loosely in Assessor's cupped hands. Sensitivity: 1. Dog leans into the Assessor, eyes soft or squinty, soft and loose body, open mouth. Tag: 1. Dog assumes play position and joins the game. Or dog indicates play with huffing, soft 'popping' of the body, etc. Dog might jump on Assessor once play begins. Paw squeeze 1: 1. Dog gently pulls back his/her paw. Paw squeeze 2: 1. Dog gently pulls back his/her paw. Flank squeeze 1: Item not conducted Flank squeeze 2: Item not conducted Toy: 2. Dog takes toy away, keeps a firm hold. His/her body is between you and the toy, and is loose and wiggly. No growling or stiffness. ASSESSMENT SUMMARY: Gazpacho quickly approached the assessor. He was social and playful throughout the assessment, allowed all handling, and displayed no concerning behaviors. PLAYGROUP NOTES - DOG TO DOG SUMMARIES: During his stay in the care center, Gazpacho has been involved in an incident that resulted in him biting and inflicting multiple puncture wounds to another dog. Gazpacho became highly fixated on an incoming, large male dog on the adjacent side of the yard, and very quickly managed to barrel open the door. Gazpacho jumped on the back of the other dog and continuously bit at the face and limbs until handlers were able to separate. Though the injuries to the other dog were not considered to be severe, punctures were inflicted in multiple areas. Due to concern for safety, it is recommended that Gazpacho be the only resident dog, and should not attend dog park settings. PLAYGROUP SUMMARY (1) 4/27: When introduced off leash to male and female dogs, Gazpacho engages in exuberant play. When play slows, he mounts the female dog. PLAYGROUP SUMMARY (2) 4/28: Gazpacho engages in exuberant play with male dogs. He mounts a select male. Later he opened the gate to the second pen and jumped on the back of another male dog, resulting in a scuffle. INTAKE INFO, 4/26/2018. Summary: Gazpacho had a loose body and allowed handling. INITIAL MEDICAL INFO, 4/27/2018. Summary: Gazpacho was social, active, and allowed handling. ENERGY LEVEL:: We have no history on Gazpacho so we cannot be certain of his behavior in a home environment. However, he is a young, enthusiastic, social dog who will need daily mental and physical activity to keep him engaged and exercised. We recommend long-lasting chews, food puzzles, and hide-and-seek games, in additional to physical exercise, to positively direct his energy and enthusiasm. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: EXPERIENCE (suitable for an adopter with some previous dog experience, especially with the behaviors outlined below) Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: Single-pet home,Recommend no dog parks Recommendations comments:: Single pet home/no dog parks: Due to bite incident involving another dog, it is recommended Gazpacho be the only resident dog, and should not attend dog parks or other dog social settings. Potential challenges: : Basic manners/poor impulse control Potential challenges comments:: Basic manners/poor impulse control: Gazpacho jumps up a lot on people. It is recommended that default behaviors such as "Leave it", "Sit/Stay", "Down" are reinforced to substitute any frustration and teach him to control his impulses instead of simply reacting; proper management is also advised. Force-free, reward based training only is recommended. MEDICAL NOTES: 27/04/2018: DVM Intake Exam, Estimated age: ~2yrs based on behavior and PE. Microchip noted on Intake? scanned negative by LVT on intake. MC placed on intake. History : stray dog found; brought in by NYPD. Subjective / Observed Behavior - very friendly and allows all handling. very hyper and interested in surroundings. food motivated. Evidence of Cruelty seen – none. Evidence of Trauma seen – none. Objective: BCS 5/9, EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted. Oral Exam: dc 1/5. pd 1/5. PLN: No enlargements noted. H/L: No murmur ausculted; CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic. ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated. U/G: intact male. testicles are smooth and symmetrical. MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat. CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities. Rectal: grossly normal. Assessment: apparently healthy, intact male. dental calculus. Prognosis: excellent. Plan: neuter, adoption. SURGERY: Okay for surgery *** TO FOSTER OR ADOPT *** If you would like to adopt a dog on our “To Be Killed” list, and you CAN get to the shelter in person to complete the adoption process **within 48 hours of reserve**, you can reserve the dog online until noon on the day they are scheduled to die. We have provided the Brooklyn, Staten Island and Manhattan information below. Adoption hours at these facilities is Noon – 8:00 p.m. (6:30 on weekends) HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! **PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! *** STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs. It should read, "reserve in progress". That is YOUR reserve. Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction Animal Care Centers of NYC (ACC) nycacc.org HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU **CANNOT** GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PRIVATE MESSAGE our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications. Shelter contact information Phone number (212) 788-4000 Email adoption@nycacc.org Shelter Addresses: Brooklyn Shelter: 2336 Linden Boulevard Brooklyn, NY 11208 Manhattan Shelter: 326 East 110 St. New York, NY 10029 Staten Island Shelter: 3139 Veterans Road West Staten Island, NY 10309

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Being Alone, Andrew Bogut, and Animals: At Brooklyn ACC Waiting for Love Bandine Handsome and Well Behaved but has No One Friendly, social, playful likes attention and affection, dog friendly, up to date on vaccines NEUTERED& Ready to go Home Today Please Share 18333 6 yeass old, 50 bs **** TO BE KILLED - 1/27/2018 **** AVERAGE RATED FOR GOOD BEHAVIOR <3 Bandino's a good boy in a bad situation, hoping to catch the eye of a prompt dog lover in need of companionship and loyalty. A volunteer writes: Sweet, sometimes-shy Bandino is the kind of dog who can easily be looked over-- he's black (the color dog least likely to be adopted), very quiet, and mostly just relaxes in his cage instead of jumping up for attention. But after a tiny bit of coaxing, this gentle boy will warm up quickly and trust me, he's worth the wait! On our walk today, we ran into a couple of his favorite ACC staff, and he couldn't contain his waggy tail and happy twirls. He seems to be housetrained and pulls a bit on the leash, but mostly just to get outside-- once he's out, he's a happy boy. After our walk, I came by his cage just 10 minutes later, and he was already wagging his tail at seeing me. Could you become one of Bandino's favorite people? Come and meet him today at the Brooklyn ACC! BANDINO@BROOKLYN ACC Hello, my name is Bandino My animal id is #18333 I am a desexed male black dog at the Brooklyn Animal Care Center The shelter thinks I am about 6 years old, 50 lbs Came in shelter as a stray Jan. 14, 2018 Bandino is at risk due to being diagnosed with Canine Infectious Respiratory Disease Complex which is contagious to other dogs. Bandino will likely require in home care with a course of antibiotics. Bandino is suitable for most dog homes with an average behavior determination. My medical notes are... Weight: 50.2 lbs L V T Notes Vet Notes Post Surgery Note 14/01/2018 Mentation - appropriate Behavior - BAR eyes - clean and clear nose - clean and clear ears - clean hair coat - clean and good condition microchip - negative male intact no injuries noted did not look at teeth, had muzzle on Details on my behavior are... Behavior Condition: 2. Blue Behavior History Behavior Assessment Upon intake Bandino was friendly and approached the Counselor with a loose wiggly body, he allowed the counselor to collar him and take a photo. Date of Intake: 1/14/2018 Spay/Neuter Status: Not Applicable Basic Information:: Bandino is a 6 year old unaltered male Black and white Medium mixed breed dog. He came to his home from his friend and is being surrender to the owner being elderly. Previously lived with:: 2 adult How is this dog around strangers?: Around strangers Bandino is friendly and relaxed. How is this dog around children?: He has been around children of ages 7-14 years old. Bandino is Friendly but exuberant. How is this dog around other dogs?: Around other dogs Bandino is playful and exuberant. How is this dog around cats?: Bandino has never been around cats. Resource guarding:: Bandino isn't bothered with when someone tries to touch his food or take his toy away. When an unfamiliar person approaches his home or owner he is friendly. Bite history:: Bandino has no bite history. Housetrained:: Yes Energy level/descriptors:: high activity level Has this dog ever had any medical issues?: No Medical Notes: none For a New Family to Know: Bandino is friendly and playful and likes to be in the same room as the owner. He likes playing with balls, squeaky toys and is feed dry food with eggs. Bandino is house-trained and has never any accidents and uses the grass and cement. When left alone Bandino will chew on the mops, Brooms and wood handles. he has never been crate trained and goes on brisk walks on leash. Date of intake:: 1/14/2018 Spay/Neuter status:: No Means of surrender (length of time in previous home):: Stray (brought in by original owner's neighbor) Previously lived with:: 2 adults Behavior toward strangers:: Friendly, relaxed Behavior toward children:: Friendly, exuberant Behavior toward dogs:: Unknown Behavior toward cats:: Unknown Resource guarding:: None reported Bite history:: None reported Housetrained:: Yes Energy level/descriptors:: Friendly, playful with a high activity level Date of assessment:: 1/16/2018 Look:: 2. Dog pulls out of Assessor's hands each time without settling during three repetitions. Sensitivity:: 1. Dog stands still and accepts the touch, eyes are averted, and tail is in neutral position with a relaxed body posture. Dog's mouth is likely closed for at least a portion of the assessment item. Tag:: 1. Dog follows at the end of the leash, body soft. Paw squeeze 1:: 1. Dog gently pulls back his/her paw. Paw squeeze 2:: 1. Dog gently pulls back his/her paw. Toy:: 1. No interest. Summary:: Bandino was friendly, and social towards the assessor, he allowed all handling. Bandino showed no concerning behavior. Summary (1):: Bandino initially needed time to relax and approach the other dogs. He engaged in rough running chase play, with body contact. He displayed potential to become over-aroused and needs to be slow down at times. Bandino was surrender as a stray so his past behavior with other dogs is unknown. The Behavior Department recommends that Bandino be placed in a home with resident dogs that match his play style. 1/16: When off leash at the Care Centers, Bandino is initially hesitant to interact with the female helper dog but relaxes his tucked body and tail some, and offers her muzzle licks. He explores the pens, and increasingly becomes sexually motivated as he repeatedly greets the other dog. 1/17: Bandino greets a group of playful dogs with a soft bouncy posture. He briefly engages in running chase play before exploring the pens. 1/24-26: Bandino returned to group after surgery, and met a playful female dog. He enters the pens with high energy, and body slams. He engages in running chase play, and becomes slightly over-aroused; he needs to be slow down. Further into his session, he becomes anxious and paces the pens. Summary (2):: N Date of intake:: 1/14/2018 Summary:: Friendly, loose and wiggly Date of initial:: 1/14/2018 Summary:: Tolerated all handling ENERGY LEVEL:: Bandino is reported to have a high energy level in line with what has been observed in the care center. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: AVERAGE (suitable for an adopter with an average amount of dog experience) Behavior Asilomar: H - Healthy BANDINO@SHELTERBUDDY https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/Profile/Index/10285144-aec1-482a-91d5-52ff6c095029 * TO FOSTER OR ADOPT * If you would like to adopt a dog on our “To Be Killed” list, and you CAN get to the shelter in person to complete the adoption process *within 48 hours of reserve*, you can reserve the dog online until noon on the day they are scheduled to die. We have provided the Brooklyn, Staten Island and Manhattan information below. Adoption hours at these facilities is Noon – 8:00 p.m. (6:30 on weekends) HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! *PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! ** STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs. It should read, "reserve in progress". That is YOUR reserve. Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction Animal Care Centers of NYC (ACC) nycacc.org At-Risk Animals Thank you for your interest in adopting from Animal Care Centers of NYC. Our At Risk List is posted each day (except Saturday) at 6:00PM and remains viewable until 12:00PM noon the following day. newhope.shelterbuddy.com HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU *CANNOT* GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications. Shelter contact information Phone number (212) 788-4000 Email adoption@nycacc.org Shelter Addresses: Brooklyn Shelter: 2336 Linden Boulevard Brooklyn, NY 11208 Manhattan Shelter: 326 East 110 St. New York, NY 10029 Staten Island Shelter: 3139 Veterans Road West Staten Island, NY 10309 Available Animals Thank you for your interest in adopting from Animal Care Centers of NYC. Our At Risk List is posted each day (except Saturday) at 6:00PM and remains viewable until 12:00PM noon the following day. newhope.shelterbuddy.com