#jack russell one shot

[heartsfromjeanee]

Drunken Love

Jack Russell x Reader

Summary: After a night of drinking with a new friend, Jack comes home after having more to drink than he could handle, and you take care of him A/N: I had just recently watched this short film (even though it came out in October oops) and I let me just say Jack is definitely going to be my new hyper fixated character along with Moonknight now

You were buried up in a blanket on your couch while hallmark movies played on the TV. You let out a soft sigh and glanced at the clock. 12:51 AM. You didn’t know why you were worrying so much. Jack had told you he was going out for drinks with his new friend…Jake was it? You could’ve sworn he said a Steven as well, but you couldn’t recall. You knew he was fine, but it was such a cold night and all you wanted to do was cuddle up with your boyfriend.

KNOCK KNOCK.

Your head perked up from where you were laying at the sudden noise.

“Amooooor? ¿Estás aquí? Mi Amoooooorrrrr”

You could hear his slurred call from behind the door and you could instantly tell that your boyfriend way overestimated his drinking tolerance. You got up from the couch and quickly went to open the door to reveal Jack, who stunk of alcohol. His face lit up into a bright smile at the sight of you.

“Amor!” Jack exclaimed. His arms swung out wrapped them around your waist while his head took its usual spot it the crook of your neck. You could hear him inhale you sent and let out a satisfied hum. “You smell so sweeeeet mi amor, me encanta tanto.” He slurred into your neck.

While he clung onto you, he managed to close the door behind the both of you and lead him to the living room, where you had been laying moment ago.

“Honey how much have you had to drink?” You questioned curiously as you sat the both of you down. Jack began to place soft kisses on your neck mummering incoherent words as he trailed the kisses down to your chest. “Jack,” you placed a hand under his chin and removed his lips away from you skin so you could lift his head up to look at his face, “how much did you drink?”

“Mmmm Jake changed me to a drinking game at the bar…I, I definently beat him but he says he won.” Jack said with a slight pout, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. You ran your free hand through his salt and pepper colored hair and gave him a little scratch behind his ear, making his eyes flutter close with pleasure.

You leaned you lips to his forehead and placed a kiss upon it before declaring, “Jack I’m going to get you some water to drink and then we are both going to bed, you’re going to be exhausted in the morning. Stay here, okay?” You got up and began walking over to the kitchen. Though as you entered the room, you heard footsteps trail behind you. You turned your head to see Jack stumbling your way trying to catch up with you. “Honey why didn’t you stay on the couch?”

Jack was once again sliding his arms around your waist, placing his head on your shoulder. “I missed you.”

“It’s been literally 10 seconds.”

“No, you left me on the couch forever.”

“If you say so sweetheart.” You shook your head and smiled to yourself. Carefully, you dragged Jack with you to the cabinet and grabbed a glass. Then, you maneuvered over to the sink and filled the glass up with water.

“Okay time to go to the bedroom, love.” You said as Jack stayed attached to you as you led him around.

“Oooo amor those are my favorite words~” Jack whispered into your ear, and you rolled your eyes.

“Not tonight, Jack.” You scolded as you brought the both of you into your bedroom. You leaned toward the nightstand to place down the water before forcefully detaching Jack from yourself so you could get him onto the bed. You sat him up against the headboard and while you turned to grab the water, he began to take off his shirt.

“It’s too hot in here.” He whined while struggling to get his shirt over his head. Once he finally got it off, you moved the cup of water to his mouth.

“C’mon love you need to drink up. It will cool you off.” Thankfully, Jack listened to your instructions, taking a few gulps out of the glass you held for him. When finished, you placed the glass back onto the table where it was before, next to the bottle of aspirin you left there for the morning. You yawned as you walked over to the other side of the bed while Jack fumbled off his belt and pants.

You climbed into the bed and situated yourself under the covers, Jack following suit. He was quick to curl up into you, placing his head in the crook of your neck just as he had done before. Once again, he had been mummering sweet nothings to you as he kissed your neck. It only took a few more minutes before the kisses stopped and soft snores filled the room.

“Buenas noches, mi amor.” You whispered before letting yourself drift off into a peaceful sleep as well.

[ultrameganicolaokay]

Werewolf By Night by Derek Landy and Fran Galán. Cover by Corin Howell. Out in September.

"AN UNHOLY ALLIANCE! In the shadows of black-and-white night, Jack Russell races to halt the sacrifice of a young girl at the hands of monsters. Elsa Bloodstone, in all her colorful monster-hunting glory, isn’t far behind. But can they put their differences aside long enough to save the day? And what would such a partnership even look like?"

[shhh-no-ones-home]

black magic jack russell x reader

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guess who watched werewolf by night finally!!!! this man is stuck inside my brain. we love some scared puppy/wet cat energy!!

based on the lyric: "I guess a big bad wolf is afraid of the cat"

Song: black cat bone by the haxans

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I awoke suddenly, a sharp Inhale of air forcing it's way into my lungs as I came back to life. I smiled to myself in the darkness, reaching my hand up and tapping my sharp claws against my coffin lid. It was Halloween once again. The time when the dead can roam and monsters play free. In one swift push against the latch and the door swung up and open. I could feel my pupils getting thinner as the sun light hit my eyes, pouring in from the windows of the crypt.

I could hear howling in the distance already and looked forward to the bleakness the evening had to offer. I sat up slowly, moving to lift myself out of my resting place. The webs in my hair fell softly against my face as I jumped down from the pedestal, landing on my feet with a clack from my heeled shoes. I looked up quickly as the door to the crypt opened, a small-framed man stepping inside, breathing frantically. He seemed to be running from something. I watched him through the thin rays of light as he closed his eyes and leaned back against the bow locked door.

"You won't find much help from the dead."

I said and he jumped, grabbing for the door again but stopping to weigh his options.

"And what about the living?"

He asked, half turned away from me. I could tell he wanted to run but he still wasn't sure if what was on the other side of that door was worse.

"You won't find them here."

I said with a laugh, placing my hands firmly against my hips and shifting my weight to one foot. He drew his brows.

"If you are not living then what are you doing?"

He cocked a brow and turned more to face me, his hand still on the door handle. I sighed and smirked at him.

"Most would say dying..."

He held his breath.

"And are you?"

"Am I?"

He cleared his throat.

"Dying I mean."

I huffed a laugh.

"Been there. Done that."

He dropped his hand slowly.

"So you know what's out there?"

He asked and I drew my brows.

"Freedom I was hoping."

He sighed.

"Hunters. If you even know what that means."

He dropped his shoulders in defeat. I smiled at him before cracking my knuckles.

"I take it you were the mutt I heard earlier. And here you were, kind enough to bring me a new toy to play with."

I started towards him and he shifted to the side quickly. I could hear his heart rate quicken as I passed him to open the doors. My eyes rolled back as the fresh air hit my cold skin. I could feel the blood starting the pump through my veins. I could smell them. The hunters were close, stalking like they usually did.

"What is your name mutt?"

I asked, turning to look at him as he peered around the door at me.

"J-jack."

He stammered, the hunter getting closer. My eyes flashed white as i theard him charging at me.

"Thank you Jack."

I said, snarling, and turning around quickly. I grabbed the blade of the sword flat between my palms as the hunter thrusted towards me.

"over Here!"

He shouted before I ripped the weapon from his hands.

"Tag."

I whispered, pushing my hand up into his throat, forcing my nails through his trachea. He dropped instantly, the blood pouring out into the grass beneath him. I looked up and to the right as I heard a twig snap. Another man came running after me, launching and axe my direction. I stepped to the side, watching it hit the tree across the way and ducking as he came at me with his fist fully loaded.

"You're it."

I said, punching him square between the shoulder blades, hearing his spine crunch. He screamed out in agony as he fell to his knees.

"Monster."

He accused through gritted teeth. I stepped towards him, straddling his feet as I stood behind him. He was struggling to catch his breath with his back stuck arched in place.

"I know you are."

I said softly before slicing my nails across his throat and pushing him to the ground beside his fellow hunter.

"Watch out!"

I heard from behind me. I spun around quickly but it was too late. I was having a dagger shoved through my collar bone by a third hunter.

"Does no one understand the rules of tag?"

I said annoyed, pulling it out of my chest, looking at the Inky black goo that covered the knife. He looked at me horrified.

"You're evil."

I sighed angrily, shoving the dagger through his eye socket and watching his face twitch. His mouth hung open as he groaned, collapsing. I relaxed as I heard jacks heart rate slow, guessing that was all of them.

"Thank you."

I heard his voice softly, as he stepped out into the open. His eyes were dark and set back. His suit was a deep green and his teeth were crooked. But his smile was nice. Genuine. He was handsome. For a mutt.

"For what?"

I asked harshly, crossing my arms over my chest.

"For saving me."

I raised a brow and smiled.

"Thanks for bringing me some entertainment on this fine Halloween evening."

I said a little snarky. He stepped forward and held his hand out for me to shake.

"Let's start again shall we? I'm jack, a-uh, a werewolf."

I obliged and shook his hand.

"Y/n, skin changer, cat, witch, etc, etc."

I said and he laughed, which I gladly shared a sentiment in.

"Impressive, terrifying, awe-inspiring . Someone with many hats I see."

I could feel what little blood I did have rise to my cheeks. I nodded, dropping my hand back to my side.

"Dead as well, I suppose I need to add to the list."

He got quiet and his smile shrank.

"You were woken."

He said knowingly and I nodded.

"I have till midnight."

He looked to the sky ,the sun had began setting.

"Well then y/n, if you don't mind me asking, may I make this Halloween a little more interesting?"

I smiled and laughed.

"More? Interesting?"

He laughed as well, looking to the ground as he crunched a few leaves under his boot.

"I know this place, a dance as it were, where a few monsters go on Halloween. If you would care to accompany me."

He held his hand out for me to take and I gladly took it, minding my nails as not to hurt him.

"A cat and a dog together?"

I joked and he cracked a wide smile.

"Oh no, what will everyone think?!"

My eyes lit up.

"I would like that jack, I could use some company. For the first time in a long time."

He smiled widely and guided me towards the entrance of the cemetery.

"It would be my pleasure cariño."

[bluemoonperegrine]

Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

@oddbunny suggested that Jack's S.O. calls him "awooo" as a silly nickname, and a plot bunny was born.

This bit of fluff is set in the MCU crossover universe I've been constructing on AO3. All you need to know to follow this is:

Elsa and Jack have been mated for about five months.

They've effectively been joined at the hip the whole time.

They have a small house with lots of land in the high desert near Sedona, Arizona.

They have a BMW motorcycle that they've used to travel the continental U.S.

[vampyre-rat]

sam and dean winchester

[brewed-pangolin]

Salvation at the Shelter

This is my first entry into the Soap It Up Challenge by @glitterypirateduck, and apparently I'm feeling angsty. I don't write angst well, but that doesn't mean I won't try. I only used one prompt for this, and I'll let y'all find it. Sorry for the feels on for this Super Soap Sunday.

cw: mentions of loss. also a few callbacks to mwiii if you look closely

Johnny. Your beloved Johnny.

Gone.

Taken away too soon. Leaving an emptiness in your heart and a hole within your soul.

You grieve for what feels like years, yet only turns out to be days. Time standing still as you continually waist away into a fetal crouched mess alone on your tile floor.

Friends, family, and colleagues all tell you to move on. You have to.

But you can't.

For how can one heal from the pain of losing the other half of your soul?

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It takes you a solid six months to even begin to feel anything again. Feeling everything and nothing all at once. Overwhelming. And not enough.

The emptiness both devours you entirely while continually spitting you back out like a relentless living turbine.

You try to hide the pain behind a smile. It's futile, but it works with most nonetheless. Most.

A few take notice. Those with their own scared hearts and broken stitched souls underneath a practiced expression.

And that's when a coworker confides in you what she did when she lost her husband many years ago.

-

"Go to the shelter," she says plainly over the rim of her glass.

"The shelter?" You question, raising a brow while fumbling with your lunchbox.

"Like, the homeless shelter?"

"No, silly. The animal shelter. Lots of lost souls needing a home. Maybe one there will help fill that hole inside you."

"I'm fine." You bite back. Swallowing your emotions with a gulp of Orange Fanta as you briskly rise from your chair.

"Mhm. Just give it a shot. Might help." She says before turning to walk down the carpeted hall to return to the solitude of her cubicle.

And you're suddenly left alone again with your thoughts, staring aimlessly at the brightly colored face of the vending machine. The color of the Fanta bottle in your hand so reminiscent to the Irn Bru that was consistently stocked in your apartment, you thought you'd break down right then and there. In the middle of your office hallway.

Subtle reminders of him strewn about all through your day you'd nearly become numb to the constant memory of him.

You choked on your emotions once more. Walking as casually as possible back to the devoid walls of your cubicle. Busying yourself in a desperate attempt to rid the tight entanglement of Johnny's echo buried deep within your mind.

You'd take the advice. Go to the shelter. Fill the emotionless void within your soul with at least something. Anything. Hell, even a goldfish would do.

-

The sound was defeaning.

It made your ears ring and your bones tremble. The constant barrage of barks, howls and wails nearly made you spin on your heals and exit before even entering the double doors.

Yet you stood fast. Pushing forward. Perhaps somewhere in this cacophony of canine chaos, you could find solace from your unrelenting heartache.

"I'm just here to look," you tell the attendent with a stern brow. It's a lie, of course. But you muster the strength of poise and composure as your heart and spine wither to dust with every passing moment.

"That's what they all say," the keeper, Jared by the nameplate and probably no more than 18 replies. A wisdom in his voice as he's seen the world come through those doors a thousand times.

"C'mon. And don't get too close to the cages."

You follow close behind. Eyes scanning back and forth between metal bars, taking in the mirage of fur covered lost souls while somehow searching for one that may pull at your broken heart.

German shepherds. Pit bulls. Weimaraners. Jack Russels. Dachshunds. Every breed you could name and so many others you barely could identify.

And they all seemed to mirror your expression perfectly.

Searching. Waiting.

Waiting for an absolution that would never come.

You felt their pain. Their loneliness. Their betrayal.

Still though, non called to you. Marked you.

You were told not to look into their eyes, but how could you not. It had become so second nature to get lost in his eyes you nearly forgot what it felt like to be without them.

You were rounding the corner to the main exit, only a few cages remaining, and a sickening feeling began to boil within your gut. Choking on the bile in your throat with a fruitless attempt at speech.

"That it?"

It was a total loss. Heart sinking to your knees as Jared, the wayward keeper, opened the doors to escort you out of the wing and down an adjacent hall.

"I can show you one more. He's scheduled to be euthanized tonight. He's young. But he's very high energy. And a stubborn little shit. Which is why no one wants him."

He knitted his brow, opening the door to let you in as the overwhelming sound of aggressive barking and growling filled your ears.

Reluctantly, you stepped into the confined room. The solitude had made the poor animal more ruthless and hostile to anyone who stepped through those heavy doors.

Yet something pulled you in. A feeling. A tug at your heart that swiftly moved to wrap around your spine and move you forward.

And as you shut the door, the barking steadily began to settle. The blur of furr and teeth slowed and gradually transformed into a more discernable figure.

And as you stepped up to the cage, you cautiously crouched down to meet the animal at its level and finally met the eyes of a soul you had thought was lost to you long ago.

Blue. A blue so pure yet somehow so misunderstood. An icy cerulean wrapped around tan fur and sharpened teeth topped with blacked edged ears and darkened socks on his feet.

His, because it was obvious. He hadn't been fixed yet.

"Yeah, he's got a thing with doors. He's fine while they're closed but goes ballistic at the slightest movement."

You take note of the dogs calming demeanor. Keeping a close eye on him, scanning across his back and hindquarters, inspecting his conformation for any obvious or detrimental abnormalities.

"Poor thing seems pretty docile once he's settled down," you remark. "Why'd the last family give him up?"

You slid slowly along your feet, edging closer as the canine's demeanor shifts to become more open and submissive. Ears perked with a gradual pull of its paw to expose its tender underbelly.

"They lived next to a railroad or something. Apparently, he hates trains, too."

"What's his name?" You inquire, unable to break the stare as you gently move your hand between the bars in an attempt to gain a physical connection.

"He doesn't have one. And I wouldn't do that, ma'am. He's got-"

He chokes on his words as the fearful pup inches forward to bring the top of his nose your fingertips. You remain calm, quiet. And so does Jared. More out of sheer terror of the inevitable bite that was surely to come.

With a few curious sniffs of your scent, the dog pulls himself forward and against your hand in a desperate attempt to feel your touch.

He curls his back into your palm, rolling his spine underneath the tips of our fingers while moving to lay on the concrete floor.

It's in that moment you know you've been marked. Two lost souls finding one another in the cold and metal walls of a heartache and rekindling the vigor of life within your devoid souls.

"Damn. Never seen him do that before."

You acknowledge his voice, but the only sound reverberating in your ears is the constant strum of your beating heart. Alive once more as the ancient connection between man's best friend heals the scars of an unending loss.

"How old is he?" You ask, turning to face the man standing next to you. Comfortable enough to trust the newly found bond forged as a feeling of warmth and rejuvenation bellows from within your abdomen.

"About six months, I think. Give or taken a few weeks."

Six months. It's purely coincidence.

"I'll take him."

"Alright then. I'll get the paperwork."

You retract your hand just as Jared opens the door, and the frightened pup bolts to cowar in the safety of the corner once more.

But he remains silent. A searching stare locking into your gaze to gauge how to move forward with this unknown terrain.

Slowly, you extend your hand once more into the cage to coax him back to your touch. Rebuild the bond of trust once more as you wait for the inevitable to blow through the door.

With a solemn yet comforted look in the pups eyes, he gradually crawls over and rests his chin within the palm of your hand. Soul blazing eyes staring up within the confines of furr, having a certain familiarity you hadn't seen since so painfully losing that love so long ago.

"That's it. I'll take care of you," you whsiper in a voice akin to haunting within the walls. Rubbing your thumb along his bristled jaw line, not to dissimilar to the affection you showed once before to another blue eyed angel.

The heavy door swung open once more, yet you both remained entwined within an enamored bond as the attendant gently turned the metal knob.

"Think you've found yourself a dog there, ma'am," he muttered with a smile, extending the pen and paperwork for your newly attained ownership.

"You think of a name yet?"

You remained silent for a moment. Knowing full well his name was bestowed upon him the moment you walked through that door.

With one quick glance into his eyes once more, you fell in love with him all over again. And uttered the name you'd thought was destined to become nothing more than a distant memory.

"Johnny. Gonna call him Johnny."

This is hit me just before going to bed and I had to get it out. Love them furbabies. Boop all the snoots.

@deadbranch @sofasoap @d3athtr4psworld @writeforfandoms @punishmepunisher @glitterypirateduck @homicidal-slvt @jynxmirage @obligatoryghoststare @shotmrmiller @astraluminaaa @ghosts-goldendoodle @kkaaaagt @mykneeshurt @simpingoverquestionablemen @queen-ilmaree @thetrashpossum @designateddeadend @luismickydees @foxface013

[ginnsbaker]

puppy love

Summary: Set in the ILGOSS Universe: On a whim, after a conference just outside Manhattan, you stumbled into a nearby shelter. There, you discovered the ideal present for Wanda's 25th birthday. The gift in question is a lively six-month-old Jack Russell Terrier...

...or just a short, bedtime story about how Sparky came into your lives

Word count: 1.7K+ | Tags: Fluff, ILGOSS Universe, Puppy kisses, Wife kisses

A/N: Requested by @icecreamchips ; it was briefly mentioned in ILGOSS chapter 15 that Sparky was from a shelter and our gift to Wanda's 25th birthday, this is just a one shot about that time we were sneaky and impulsive :)

Masterlist

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You've always dreamt of having kids.

This desire only grew stronger once you met and married Wanda, and the idea of having a family of your own turned into an actual possibility. Though the two of you have lightly touched upon the subject of starting a family, you're still newlyweds and are both finding your footing in your respective careers. Growing up without siblings and distant relations with cousins, the allure of a big family was always strong for you.

So, on a whim, after a conference just outside Manhattan, you stumbled into a nearby shelter. There, you discovered the ideal present for Wanda's 25th birthday. The gift in question is a lively six-month-old Jack Russell Terrier with a curious glint in his eyes. The shelter staff had endearingly named him Max because of his maximum energy levels. When you picked him up, your pulse quickened at the thought of introducing him to Wanda. Adopting a pet is a serious commitment, but Wanda has expressed her fondness for dogs before and had one while growing up.

When Wanda arrives and the door swings open, you hold your breath, waiting for her reaction. But before you can gently present Max to her, his little legs propel him forward, eager to shower her with puppy kisses. It seems as though he innately knows this is his chance at a forever home, and he is determined to charm her.

Wanda looks utterly surprised. As she crouches to return the puppy's greeting, her gaze flits between Max and you. Her face mirrors the shock and confusion of the moment, only intensified as Max enthusiastically licks her. The only other time you've seen her this taken aback was when she found out her favorite sandwich joint was closing.

“When… how… why is he here?” she stammers, her big eyes trying to piece together the scene. Now, she's settled into a kneeling position on the floor, letting the dog shower her with affection.

“He likes you,” you remark, sidestepping her obvious need for answers.

Wanda gently keeps the dog from overwhelming her any further, and he contentedly settles in her lap, focusing his attention on licking her wrist.

“Y/N.”

The way Wanda says your name makes your stomach clench. It's not angry, but it's not entirely pleased either. It's a tone that lands somewhere in the middle, like you're teetering on the edge of her patience. You swallow, racking your brain for the best way to explain this unexpected addition.

You attempt a smile, crouching to pet Max, who has now jumped out of Wanda’s lap and is now eagerly circling Wanda. “Remember the conference near Manhattan I mentioned? Well, I might've taken a tiny detour.”

“A ‘tiny detour’? That leads to adopting a puppy?”

Max barks softly, as if wanting to be a part of the conversation. His antics draw a chuckle from you, but you’re quickly trying to keep the conversation on track.

Wanda is on the verge of saying something else when she feels the dog tug at the hem of her shirt, coming dangerously close to ripping it. Your eyes widen in horror as you reprimand the tiny creature, yelling, “Max, no!”

Startled by the sudden sternness in your voice, Max quickly seeks refuge behind Wanda, peeking out timidly from around her waist.

“You named him Max?” Wanda asks wearily, brushing her fingers against the back of his ears, coaxing him out of his hiding.

You shrug. “The staff at the shelter named him.” Only now, with the look on Wanda's face, do you recall that during a stint in college, she went by the same name among her sorority sisters.

“So, uh, yeah…” You clear your throat, the words feeling a tad awkward as they tumble out, now that the grand introduction of Wanda to her birthday surprise isn't panning out quite as you'd envisioned. “Happy birthday, uh, he’s—”

“He’s mine?” Wanda asks, looking down at Max fondly despite her apprehension.

You smile softly at them, your heart warming at the sight. “Yes, but if you're having second thoughts…”

You're half-expecting Wanda to quickly reassure you, to say everything is okay and that Max can stay. However, she remains silent, lost in her thoughts for a few lingering moments.

“Thank you, but uhm, I… I just wasn't expecting this," she finally says, her voice gentle, not wanting to hurt your feelings. She runs her fingers through Max's fur, who has emerged fully to curl up against Wanda’s side, a soft smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. “It's a big responsibility, you know? A living, breathing being that will depend on us.”

“I know. It wasn't a decision I took lightly. And I realize now that maybe I should've consulted with you first.”

“You should’ve,” Wanda says, her lips forming a firm line. “We both have jobs. I'm part-time, which means there will be times he'll be left alone here.”

You take a deep breath, acknowledging her concerns. “I know. I did think about that, and I did some research. Jack Russells are independent and can handle being alone for short periods. And… well, I thought maybe we could look into a doggy daycare or even a dog walker for the times we both can't be around.”

Max looks up at Wanda, his tail wagging slowly, as if sensing the serious nature of the conversation and trying to endear himself further.

Wanda, after a brief pause, says, “Let's give it a try. For a week. If we find we can't manage or give him the life he deserves, he'll have to go back.” She hesitates before adding, “And I'm sorry, Y/N.”

“No, I should be the one apologizing,” you say, your head hanging low, feeling embarrassed by your impulsiveness.

Wanda frowns at the guilty look on your face. Slowly, she extends a hand towards you. “Come here,” she says softly. You step closer as directed, and she pulls you down to sit beside her on the floor, then wraps her arms around you in a comforting embrace. After a moment, she pulls back slightly and plants a soft kiss on your forehead.

“He is pretty cute, you know,” Wanda gives you a small smile, her gaze drifting down to Max. “But we’re not going to name him ‘Max’”.

You laugh softly. “Fine. Anything else you want for your birthday?”

Wanda’s eyes darken at that, before tugging you by the hand and leading you toward the bedroom.

-

The week unfolds in an unexpected way:

Suddenly, your boss drops the news that you're being pulled from the background to spearhead a crucial presentation for the stakeholder's quarterly meeting. Consequently, you find yourself anchored to the office more often than you're at home.

Which means for Max's trial week, Wanda is the one primarily left to manage things at the apartment.

-

On the final night of Max’s trial week, and after another particularly grueling day at work, you arrive home much later than anticipated. The kitchen sink shines, void of even a stray dish or glass. There's a pot of beef stew still giving off warmth on the stove, with a handwritten note from Wanda. It tells you to dig in if you're hungry, but if you've already had dinner, to ensure it's stored back in the fridge. You smile at the domesticity of it all—you still can’t wrap your head around the fact that Wanda is your wife and you get to come home to her notes and her cooking, and that ever-uncapped toothpaste tube she forgets about in the bathroom.

The apartment is dark, save for the faint glow of streetlights seeping through the gaps in the curtains. You gingerly make your way to the bedroom, trying your best to be as silent as possible, hoping not to disturb Wanda. As you carefully slide into bed, trying to snuggle up to Wanda, you're met with an unexpected obstacle. A lump—warm, soft, and clearly not your wife. You cautiously reach out, your fingers encountering the familiar feel of fur.

Max.

The movements wake Wanda, who turns groggily towards you, her eyes barely open. She manages a sleepy smile. “Welcome home, baby,” she murmurs.

“Sorry for being so late again,” you whisper back, trying to reach for Wanda over the dog but the strain on your back and the uncomfortable angle causes you to inevitably stay where you are.

She stretches a hand out to cup your face, her thumb brushing gently against your cheek. “It's alright,” she reassures you, glancing at the dog nestled between the two of you. “Sparky kept me company.”

“Sparky?” You raise an eyebrow in playful confusion.

Wanda shrugs sleepily. “He seems to like the name better. Don't you, Sparky?” she coos.

In answer, the Jack Russell Terrier stretches out, giving Wanda a sloppy lick on her cheek, earning a small giggle from her. With that little display of affection, Sparky curls up once more, his eyes fluttering closed as he nestles closer to Wanda.

“Hey, Sparky,” you grumble jokingly, narrowing your eyes at the dog, “that's my spot.”

“Maybe just let him sleep there for tonight,” she suggests, laughing softly when Sparky keeps his eyes closed and continues to ignore you.

The soft smile on your face fades just a hint, and the question in your eyes is clear—is Sparky staying for good?

Wanda reads the look on your face easily and adds, “He can sleep at the foot of the bed tomorrow. And every day after that.”

Relief and happiness wash over you. You really were hoping for Wanda to keep her gift. You lean over the small distance between you and Wanda, stretching across Sparky to plant a sweet kiss on her lips. She returns it eagerly, her hand finding your cheek to pull you closer. But before the kiss could escalate into something more, she gently presses a hand to your chest.

“Good night, baby,” you whisper against her lips, your smile resurfacing.

“I love you,” she murmurs softly in return, her eyes already closing once more as sleep claims her.

As you lay back against your pillow, Sparky's soft snoring filling the quiet room, a warmth spreads through your chest.

You’ve always dreamt of having kids. But even without them right now, it doesn't mean your family feels any less complete. After all, you have Wanda, and that's its own kind of perfection.

[thisisnotthenerd]

active stat tracking for never stop blowing up: episode 10

it's the final breakdown, ba-na-na-na

what a finale, folks. utter chaos. everyone's in costume and looking great.

and in the end, we're still looking at a split breakdown. there wasn't too much leveling up in this episode, but we saw some huge explosions with d20 rolls. vic/wendell had the best split at the end, with 1d4, 1d6, and 7d20.

two nat 20 gm moments, coming from izzy and rekha. everyone came and got what they wanted on both of their intervals.

wildcard? insane. the fact that they saved it for the last episode made everything work. it was the direct cause of wendell's insane weapons roll (131 given all of the tokens, 74 on the die). in the end they beat the system into doing what they needed for it to work, but straining the bounds of credulity and irreversibly altering the world of never stop blowing up.

it's interesting to think about what's changed since the beginning; initially i thought they were going to specialize more than they ended up doing, simply by the nature of the system. they did level up more in the skills they used more often, but each character did not stick to what would purely be the skillset of the avatar. the implication of the movie is that the avatars, without inhabitants, simply have d20s in all skills. in system, the players can level up to their peak in a single shot.

storywise, they emphasized the impact of outside influence on the movie--when you can make anything happen, the only logical progression is absurdity. the chances of blowing up decrease with each explosion, but never get so low that you can't continue to blow up. when you have the will, you can make your way.

paula donvalson / jack manhattan

abilities: Duelist, Relentless, Mastery (Brawl), Quick Healing, Protector, Grit, Wildcard, Interrogator, Mastery (Weapons), Lucky

stunts: d20

brawl: d4

tough: d12

tech: d20

weapons: d20

drive: d8

sneak: d6

wits: d10

hot: d8

liv skyler / kingskin

abilities: Wealthy, Trouble Maker, Demolitions, Quick Healing, Relentless, Wildcard, Criminal Conspiracy (Convenient Item)

stunts: d20

brawl: d20

tough: d20

tech: d10

weapons: d12

drive: d10

sneak: d4

wits: d20

hot: d10

andy 'dang' litefoot / greg stocks

abilities: Mastery (Brawl), Mastery (Weapons), Smokin', Quick Healing, Relentless, Mastery (Tough), Resilient, Wildcard, Criminal Conspiracy (Convenient Item)

stunts: d12

brawl: d10

tough: d20

tech: d20

weapons: d20

drive: d12

sneak: d4

wits: d20

hot: d20

wendell morris / vic ethanol

abilities: Transporter, Protector, Trouble Maker, Quick Healing, Resilient, Mastery (Drive), Relentless, Mastery (Brawl), Grit, Wildcard

stunts: d20

brawl: d20

tough: d20

tech: d6

weapons: d20

drive: d20

sneak: d4

wits: d20

hot: d20

russell feeld / jennifer drips

abilities: Trained (Hot), Neck Snapper, Quick Healing, Inspiring, Wildcard, Relentless, Resilient

stunts: d20

brawl: d20

tough: d20

tech: d4

weapons: d6

drive: d4

sneak: d12

wits: d20

hot: d8

usha rao / g13

abilities: Wildcard, Hacker, Stealth, Quick Healing, Resilient, Demolitions, Relentless, Mastery (Tech), Criminal Conspiracy (Tech Check Benefit)

stunts: d20

brawl: d4

tough: d20

tech: d20

weapons: d4

drive: d20

sneak: d6

wits: d20

hot: d10

group abilities:

la familia (stepping in for a tough roll, lending tokens at a 1:1, sharing skill dice for optimization)

diesel circus (doubling number of tokens on a double explosion, roll 2x on first roll after injury, successful drive check allows a second skill check on top)

alpha squad (gaining 2 tokens when the group suits up, reduce explosion range by 1, two characters roll and add the result)

the ones (reroll a nat one with a different skill, take a nat one as a max roll and blow up, accept a nat one and get 1/2 the tokens of the die value)

bustin' makes me feel good (on a nat 20 they can: a) graduate everyone's lowest die type, b) restart a skill track with advantage the second time, or c) become the gm for 60 seconds.

[madaboutmunson]

I just saw video online of a Husband Calling competition at a state fair, and I can't stop thinking about the some of the pairings from Stranger Things entering:

Everyone thinks Eddie is gonna win, because he can silence Hellfire with two words, but no one has ever actually had to hear Steve call for Eddie, because he only ever has to do this when they are home alone. When Eddie is too quiet, and Steve knows he's up to no good. And Steve's call is shrill to say the least. People cower and put their fingers in their ears. Eddie looks on proudly, no one can see the ear plugs he's already put in his ears.

Argyle's "Broooooooooooo" call for his husband Jonathan both confuses and delights the crowd. Jonathan makes a bird noise with his hands and is immediately flanked by a bunch of guys in hunting gear trying to learn his secrets, and Argyle has to rescue him.

Robin tries to give her loud call for Nancy but because she's been shouting after everyone all day pointing out all the amazing things she spotted (Like the piglet with one ear smaller than the other) her voice is shot. Nancy wasn't going to enter this stupid thing but Robin looking so disappointed and Steve looking certain he's won, she steps up. She shouts Robin's name once so sternly and loudly that Robin jumps in fright, but then so do several other Robins in the crowd, and a small jack Russel of the same name. A few of them dropping their freshly purchased food stuff or local goods, all of them their eyes wide at the stage.

Nancy gets first place, and pins her ribbon on Robin.

[halevren]

Never Stop Blowing Up Spoilers || my live thoughts as I watch episode 2

I'm so ready for this chat

The intro is so so cool I love it

HELLO ONE AND ALLL

oh Brennan you are rocking that leather jacket

HELLOOO NOBODY'S HOME

The turbo tokens kind of look like pomegranate seeds. Man now I'm craving pomegranate

HEY WE NEED SOME FREAKIN RULES AROUND HERE

The decor....

"Wow so we're like a sandwich...." "Yeah! And we're the bread"

"I'm just being... Funny today..."

"Don't worry boss, we killed them."

Kingskin's so hit

I am eating watermelon rn so I won't be doing every single reaction

"You threw that punch like 6 feet away from me"

"You're not mad at me?" I resonate with you liv

The empresario is kinda hot... Even though he's got purple man fnaf vibes

DILLY OH MY GOD

I LOVE ALEX

WRITING THE CRIMES DOWN

YOU DEFINITELY HAVE TEETH

DETECTIVE JACK MANHATTAN BUSINESS CARD

WHY DID THE LIGHT CHANGE WHY DID THE BUTTON CHANGE WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

I WANT YOU TO BE HAPPY

I love Izzy she's so much in her element

A GUY JUST JUMPED OFF A BUILDING?

"My pepper spray is black...."

"IS THIS A GUN?"

I LOVE IZZY SO KUCH

"Did I love him?"

we're on a train building helicopter

OVERPLAYED BROOKLYN ACCENT

DOES THE GREEN LIGHT MEAN THEY HAVE A PHYSICAL ITEM????? WHY DID ANOTHER BUTTON THEN RED

THE BULLET ANIMATION ON THE BACKBOARD

"I'VE BEEN SHOT"

SHE MAKES OUT WITH THE MIRROR

it's so hot

NOT AGAIN WITH THE DIVORCE PAPERS

DOUBLE EXPLOSION FOR ALLY LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO

ANOTHER EXPLOSION FOR ALLY

TURNS YOU INTO THE MASK (SMOKIN')

I STILL DON'T UNDERSTAND THE BUTTONS AND THE LIGHTS I FEEL DUMB

shout out to Russel for immediately playing as Ms. Drips

He's thinking about Dang 😢😢

JUDE? LIKE SAINT JUDE? DANG AND RUSSEL WILL MEET UP

DANG SELF DISCOVERY MOMENT 🎉🎉🎉

THE STATES HAVE GOTTEN INTO YOU 😭😭😭

IT EXPLODES

HIS BUDDY WENDELL

Kirk Blade is kinda...... 👀

YOU'VE GOT THIS WENDELLL

oh no he's rolling the car

if Wendell's character doesn't make it..... Does that mean he dies in real life

KIRK BLADE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

WHAT'S THE BLUE BOOK

I should listen to Blink-182 again. It's been a bit since I've listened to any of their songs because I'm super into like sigilkore and stuff rn

Wendell channeling his inner vin diesel

IS WENDELL ABOUT TO MEET LIV

THAT'S 3 EXPLOSIONS...

I feel so stupid I just unstood why his name is Vic Ethanol. I forgot Ethanol gas is a thing

he's cool, leave it

usha might be dead

YELLINGGGGG

I HATE NEW TECHNOLOGY

usha my beloved I love you

doin a lil jig

THE COMPUTER ISN'T WORKINGGG

whirrrred

CAN I GET A SECOND ONE 😭😭😭😭😭😭

OH SHITTTTT THEY'RE IN GROUPS OF 3 THEY'RE ON DIFFERENT TEAMS USHA, WENDELL AND LIV VS RUSSELL, PAULA AND DANG

cocked

ZCRABBLE

That was so sick I love you rekha

CLOSES IT. SMASHES ON THE GROUND

HAVEN'T BEEN CALLED KID IN 78 YEARS

Saint Jude is kinda...... 🫦

TRAILER BIENELLE

St. Francis.... Hm

CAT BURGLAR MEOW MEOW

EMPEROR PENGUIN SARIO

"Don't tell me that again." "Don't tell me what to do"

I LOVE MY SLUT DAD

I wanna shoot a car

"I'm going to leave this interaction"

I have a gun and I have a penis

Computer blizzard wizard

"What Brennan?" (Hostile)

MY LITTLE USHIE OH MY GOODNESS 😭😭😭

"You doin okay?" "No." "Oh." "It just feels good to be touched." 😭😭😭

DOUG MEAT I LOVE YOU

DOUGLAS MEAT

FULL INJURY LEVEL

YOU PUNCHED PAULA

NOOOOO JACK MANHATTAN

[cricketgutz]

Can you say some more fun facts about White? I think she's so interesting. She's the youngest character in the cast but clearly has had so much shit happen to her.

White is the epitome of "when you hit rock bottom, there's nowhere to go but up"

She was shot down by her ex boyfriend as she tried to leave him one night, he shot her right dead- or so he thought, he never bothered to check. The tenacity of a half dead and broken down 20 year old with nothing else to lose lead her to take this as an opportunity to reinvent herself, one big reset.

She lives for her own enjoyment now, which doesn't take much. She's a simple woman, some glass bottles and a hammer and she's the happiest lil bitch around. She likes having friends around she can be mean to and roughhouse

She is like a Jack Russel terrier was a woman and could give you tetanus

She is themed off "Death," taking from the Ace of Spades (also known as the death card) and the grim reaper.

Speaking of cards, each Heartbreaker has a cartomancy card, hers is, imagine that, the ace of spades.

It's common in their area to pick a patron saint as good luck/protection, even if you aren't religious- hers is Saint Agatha

Her mode of transportation is a black Kawasaki KFX 450r

Half of her outlaw work is based almost entirely on rumors and intimidation. They say she tore a guy's body in half with her hand (it was just his arm) They say she bit a man's hand off in one bite (it was just most of his fingers)

They say she's a cannibal, but she "ain't been convicted"

Zeki suspects she is autistic, but she "ain't been convicted"

[vonlipvig]

Causes of death in the Ace Attorney franchise

Because I'm bored, and what do we do when we get bored? We MAKE LISTS! I went through every character dead character in the canon game universe (so AA1-6, AAI1-2, and TGAA1-2, sorry PWvsPL) and jotted it all down below, so let's see what the most common (specified) cause of death in Ace Attorney is:

Stabbed (x15)

Shot (x15)

Hit by a blunt object (x14)

Impaled (x5)

Poisoned (x4)

Fell to their death (x3)

Hanged (x3)

Car crash (x2)

Strangled (x1)

Electrocuted (x1)

Crushed (x1)

Suffocated (x1)

Asphyxiated (x1)

Heart Failure (x1)

Burned (x1)

Full list with character names all color-coded by game and more specific data below! (Beware of SPOILERS for the whole series!)

COLOR CODE: OG Trilogy - AJ - DD & SOJ - AAI1 - AA12 - TGAA 1 & 2

(AAI gets two different colors since a lot of people probably haven't played AAI2 yet. Sorry, DD and SoJ, you have to share. 'Why don't you do one color for the whole Apollo Trilo-' No <3)

---

Stabbed (x15)

(Bruce Goodman, Misty Fey, Rex Kyubi, Constance Courte, Clay Terran, Metis Cykes, Inga Karkhuul Khura'in, Byrne Faraday, Manny Coachen, Horace Knightley, Di-Jun Huang, Mason Milverton, Jezaille Brettª, Odie Asman, Klint van Zieks)

Shot (x15)

(Gregory Edgeworth, Robert Hammond, Turner Grey, Pal Meraktis, Romein LeTouse, Magnifi Gramarye¨, Dhurke Sahdmadhi, Buddy Faith, Oliver Deacon, Deid Mann, Mack Rell, Ethan Rooke, Pop Windibank, Genshin Asogi, Tobias Gregson)

Hit by a blunt object (x14)

(Cindy Stone, Mia Fey, Russell Berry, Kane Bullard, Zak Gramarye, Candice Arme, Paht Rohl, Archie Buff, Jove Justice, Dumas Gloomsbury, Ka-Shi Nou, Isaac Dover, Jill Crane, Jack Cameron)

Impaled (x5)

(Jack Hammer, Neil Marshall, Manov Mistree, Puhray Zeh'lot, Tahrust Inmee¨)

Poisoned (x4)

(Glen Elg, Terry Fawles¨, Drew Misham, John H. Wilson)

Fell to their death (x3)

(Dustin Prince, Jack Shipley*, Akbey Hicks)

Hanged (x3)

(Joe Darke°, Celeste Inpax¨, Dahlia Hawthorne°)

Car crash (x2)

(Ini Miney*, Selena Sprocket*)

Strangled (x1)

(Juan Corrida)

Electrocuted (x1)

(Doug Swallow)

Crushed (x1)

('Di-Jun Huang')

Suffocated (x1)

(Taifu Toneido)

Asphyxiated (x1)

(Duncan Ross)

Heart Failure (x1)

(Azura Summers^)

Burned (x1)

(Magnus McGilded)

---

ª: She was stabbed, right? Like, she was poisoned first, but she died from the stab wound first, if I'm correct. Do tell if I'm wrong, lmao.

*: Accidental deaths

^: Natural death

¨: Deaths by suicide

°: Executed (Joe Darke's method of execution isn't mentioned, but if we assume Japanifornia goes by Japan laws, then hanging is the only method of execution used. Probably a higher number of deaths by hanging then, whether you believe some people got executed or not. Also, a lot of the killers in TGAA probably got executed, too? I just jotted down the confirmed cases, but yeah.)

(Also, von Karma died of 'Something'. Who knows. Of being too ashamed, maybe. Sucks to be him).

I probably missed some characters/omitted them, because who knows, it's my list I guess. If I forgot someone important do let me know!

[blueikeproductions]

When RiD15 RatBat and his Mechservant Catilla began overseeing the Earth campaign for the Crown City bound Decepticons, the filthy rich bat decided to hedge his bets, and orchestrate an assassination of Optimus Prime. While technically retired, Optimus was still a major component of the new high council on Cybertron, and therefore a problem to his plans. Regardless of Optimus’ desires, a Prime was still required to lead Cybertron, even if Optimus tried to reduce it post war as a figure head while the council lead.

Able to manipulate a chain of events in his favor, a small unit of Decepticons insurgents, unable to be traced back to RatBat, attacked Optimus when he was diverted to a back road during road construction.

The Decepticons were successful in their attack, the Prime was dead. Or was he?

In actuality, Optimus had been saved by Smokescreen, and Phase Shifted to a secure location; the greying body left behind was the result of Light Bending tech and a long rusted Centurion drone. Heavily damaged, Optimus and Smokescreen agreed Optimus would remain a target, but Cybertron ultimately still needed a Prime, so once more, Smokescreen was offered the Matrix. Accepting, Smokescreen evolved into a new Prime, while Optimus reverted back into his original Orion Pax body.

After explaining the matter to Ratchet, Bulkhead, Ultra Magnus, Jazz and Windblade through a secure line, Smokescreen equipped Orion with Light Bender tech to disguise himself further. Afterwards Orion goes to rejoin the Council under a new temp identity, while Smokescreen takes the Matrix to Earth.

RatBat does realize soon something isn’t right, but for now is content Optimus is out of the picture. A bit too late he discovers via Steeljaw and Glowstrike’s units that the Matrix survived and is on Earth, and naturally he assumes it passed to Bumblebee, but was surprised it instead went to Smokescreen, or rather Facadimus Prime.

Apparently Smokescreen tried to call himself “Obfusimus Prime”, but Strongarm and Cloudraker thought it sounded too much like Optimus, while Sideswipe flat out called it stupid.

Facadimus was settled on, and when asked by Bee what he was doing here, the new Prime said he came observe Earth’s finest Autobot leader, and because Heatwave wasn’t available, he came to see Bee instead! Bee is unamused, but Facadimus reassures him he’s just kidding on the later. Indeed Facadimus does shadow Bee to figure out how to be a good leader, trying to piece together what he’s learned from Optimus too, but put his own rinse on it.

Strongarm and the others do find it a bit weird how the new Prime seems content to just let Bee mostly call the shots, while Facadimus respects that Bee is doing his own thing; there are times, though, Bee insists Fascadimus needs to take charge to get accustomed to his new role.

Later on, several members of Team Prime and the Bee Team find themselves caught up in the Legacy Wars, a multiversal conflict that saw Fascadimus Prime team up with Skybound Optimus Prime, Energon Sentinel Prime’s, TFA Optimus Magnus’ and G1 S4 Rodimus Prime’s teams to help clean up Jhiaxus’ and Staxxus’ ambitions. One unusual matter saw Facadimus, Predaking, Miko and Professor Princess deal with a Pony corrupted by Unicron’s scales thanks to Jhiaxus.

Braverman, Dean, Skybound Spike, Skybound Carly, Kicker, Mischa, Daniel, Nucle-Ai, Grahm, Thompson, Maddie, Meister, Sari, Russel, Charlie Watson-Clay, Fowler, Denny, Hank, Jack, Raf and Miko in particular met during this conflict and became friends.

Post Legacy War, the Cyberverse kids fell into the EarthSpark universe, and as part of Quintus Prime’s chosen, reunited with Facadimus Prime, Rodimus Prime and Energon Sentinel Prime’s crews once more to take part in the Age of the Primes conflict.

[fanfictionfaberrycentral]

Good Luck, Babe by Fyonah_MacNally

Fandoms:Supergirl (TV 2015)  

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Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Alex Danvers/Kelly Olsen

Samantha "Sam" Arias/Andrea Rojas

Querl Dox/Nia Nal

Lucy Lane/James "Jimmy" Olsen

Lena Luthor

Kara Danvers

Alex Danvers

Kelly Olsen (Supergirl TV 2015)

Samantha "Sam" Arias

Andrea Rojas

Nia Nal

Querl Dox

Lucy Lane (DCU)

James "Jimmy" Olsen

Jack Spheer

Russell Rogers

Song: Good Luck Babe! (Chappell Roan)

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Alternate Universe - No Powers

Ghost of Girlfriends Past

i told you so

You can say that we are nothing

but you know the truth

Summary

“Chiquita, are you okay?” Andrea whispers, startling Lena from her thoughts as the hostess seats them at their table. “I know that look, you’re in your head. You’re not usually this contemplative when we go out. Are you and your cariño fighting? Did she eat the last slice of cheesecake again?” Both of them glance over at their girlfriends laughing with each other. “No, no. Not at all. We’re better than ever, actually. I guess I’m just lost in my thoughts. We’ve been listening to Chappell Roan all week to get ready for the concert.” She rolls her eyes at the rest of their friends giggling like children. “You know where 'Good Luck, Babe' takes me.” “Indeed, I do.” Andrea scoffs before smiling and dragging Lena to the two chairs between their girlfriends. “Such a great song isn’t it? Last I heard, she is married to the guy, what was his name…James? Isn’t that the one she dated when you two split? Or, I guess the one she cheated on you with? Have you heard anything about her?”

Series

Part 11 of Mac's One Shots

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[little-worm-grant]

Jake's POV: Barking at the Moon

Jake Lockley & M!Reader (Werewolf)

400 words / Masterlist.

If you like what you see, leave a like or reblog and follow me ♥ Notes: Lil starter I've made for a friend. For those Jack Russell x Jake Lockley fans, I see you. Hope you enjoy reading my nonsense!

It was supposed to be a simple job. Help out the smaller mutants and get them out of town. He’d used his cab to get them a portion of the way there but with all the blocks put up it was impossible getting his cab out without getting searched. He’d abandoned it in an alley for them to take to the underground. Cab lights shone the way.

Jake got out and opened the truck. “New plan. One at’a time. Quit pushin’ each other.”

Trunk closed he guided the small group around to the front where the headlights illuminated a manhole cover, the wisps of humid air slithered out like tendrils from the cover. The group hid behind Jake and he took his jacket off, tossing it aside and rolling up his sleeves. He walked over to the manhole cover and began brute-forcing his way into opening it. Other mutants made it look so easy, but Jake was finding without the suit this shit was harder than it looked.

The group just stood in a huddle and watched him. Weren’t much help at all. He couldn’t understand for the life of him why anyone would want them.

Another figure stepped into the light, the group shot off towards Jake to hide in his shadows. Jake straightened up in a low pant. The cover moved but not completely out of the way yet. Maybe enough for those little things to squeeze in, he thought. Just needed to distract whatever came to ruin their night. Putting on his best non-violent tone that he could muster, Jake growled. “This ain’t the night to be messin’ with me, pal. Go find another alley. Go on.”

He got closer and Jake’s gloved hands balled into fists, until the face came into view and he untensed. “Shit, why didn’t ya say you’re the local stray?” Jake suddenly all light and a touch more playful. Him and this asshole went way back. The guy hadn’t killed a person in his life, so there was no need for them to be killing him. No doubt lingering feelings from that were still present, but Jake had no reason to believe tonight was going to be another fight.

“Get this for me? We gotta move.” He gestured to the manhole cover. Neither stepping back or away when the other approached like the others behind him did. Unintimidated by the werewolf’s presence.

[liamthemailman]

♠️♥️House of Cards♣️♦️

Act Two Part Six - Goodbye

CW: None, angry old men

The door opens with a creek, pulling King’s attention from his work as he looks up over his reading glasses. He gives a short huff as he watches Ace limping in.

“Quite the mess that last mission was,” King comments, his eyes falling back to his paperwork. He missed the slight glare that Ace shot at him as he stepped forward.

“..The intel given was rot, sir. I was told the area would be clear.”

Ace drops the mission report, shifting his body weight to his uninjured leg. He was far from recovered, but Ace would be damned if he let the medics fuss over him again. This time he barely stayed in the medical bay, having decided he had other things to settle.

King only gives a light hum, seeing Ace’s current state. He finally places his pen down and reaches over to the report and places it aside.

“You came back just dandy, didn’t you Lieutenant? This isn’t the worst you’ve faced so I don’t see the issue here.” He invites Ace to take a seat opposite him but Ace remains standing despite his knee protesting the pain. 

“What actually happened in the safehouse, Major?”

King gives him a questioning look. He straightens up and furrows his brows at Ace. The air is still as the two stared each other down, the silence only broken by a rough gruff from King.

“I’ve told you. Captain Tudor had fought off Private Kyle after they viciously attacked you,” King answered, his eyes narrowing as he studied Ace standing before him. Ace’s stare was piercing right into King’s eyes.

“Is that what really happened?” Ace prods. “As far as I’ve known Jack, he’s not one to-”

“Be careful, Doe. Are you sure you want to question Elize’s words? She still saved you after you fought her.” King rumbles, a dark warning tone slipping out. This doesn’t deter Ace though, he only stands taller in spite of his handicap.

“Your promotion is coming up,” King adds, words cutting through the thick air. A threat to Ace in every way, daring the man before him to continue if he so foolishly pleases to. To anyone else, it might have silenced them into compliance, but not to Ace.

“It doesn’t matter to me.” Ace says firmly through gritted teeth. He bites his tongue to keep from wincing as he takes a step forward. Before King could ask, Ace slaps another document onto King’s desk.

“What is this?” King picks up the form, eyes scanning the top header before clenching his jaw. He looks back up at Ace who stares back with equal intensity. King sputters. “You-”

“I’m not staying for this. Not anymore.” Ace says, cutting in before King could express any further confusion or anger. He leans against King’s desk, letting out a sharp inhale as he forces his injured leg to follow along.

“I can no longer work by your side or this task force due to conflicts of interest, alongside obvious medical reasons. Effective immediately.”

King looks up from the form, looking between Ace and the paper before barking out a loud laugh. He reaches for a pen, clicking the tip out and scoffs. 

“Glad to see you still have that bite in you, Mad Dog,” King says with a bit of a joke in his voice. Despite this, the white knuckled hold King had on the pen and the silent angry scribble of the pen in the suffocatingly silent room said this was everything but a light matter. King lifts the paper, standing up himself as he reaches out to shake Ace’s hand.

The handshake was harsh, painfully tight and curt. As King moves to retract his hand, Ace clenches it tighter one last time, straining to lean closer towards his former boss and friend.

“You were a good man, Russel. It’s a shame things ended this way.”

Ace finally released King’s hand, who was shocked by his gall and could only stare as Ace turned and limped towards the door.

“I appreciate the sniper support from the last mission, Major. Don’t know what inspired the change of heart but glad I wasn’t totally alone in enemy territory.” The door shuts behind Ace, his odd limping footsteps slowly fading away.

King sinks back into his chair, the thing creaking under him. He slowly leans back, taking a deep sigh as he sets aside the approved retirement form. He stares at the door for a moment.

“I didn’t send a bloody sniper..” King mutters to himself, pulling out his phone and dialing Queen’s number with hands shaking so much he was sure he was going to snap the bloody thing in his hand. The dial rings once, twice and Queen picks up on the other end.

“Yes, my love?” Her voice calls out. King’s shoulders slack a little at the sound of her voice but he steeled himself and sat up.

“I didn’t send any snipers to assist the Lieutenant on his latest solo mission. I’ll need you to investigate his movements. He just retired too which is awfully convenient timing on his end. Might have some involvement with the enemy.” King says, eyes glazing over Ace’s mission report once again. He’s met with silence but it doesn’t last long.

“Roger that, Major. I’ll take a look into it.” Queen hums.

King bit his tongue and sighed, tapping his fingers on his desk as he hung his head low, thoughts still fresh on Ace’s parting words.

“My darling, you were right. He was a mistake to bring in. I thought I managed to put that dog down long ago but clearly it’s very much still alive.”

On the other end, Queen smiles to herself, twirling her pen in her hand as she hummed.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of it.”

Objective Completed.