#like if it was just me i wouldn't have to worry about the pitbulls

[venussunrise]

my dad hasn’t been helping me look for an apartment for us at all and honestly if i can’t get a two bedroom apartment for us (he’s in debt so it would be in my name but i have no credit (just applied for a credit card) and lower income) i’m just gonna have to find a room for myself from a private renter or get a really shitty studio and he’ll have to figure his own shit out cause he’s a grown ass man and his laziness has consequences 

[barbatos-sama]

questions and fears i have about this new potential life i'd have:

• i worry in general about the cats because my dad was upset about "animal hoarding" during the fight and i worry he'd want to get rid of animals or something. my mom can't take any animals with her because of my sister's pitbulls so she can't even take her dog with her, she's devastated that she'll be separated from her dog and she says she's gonna have to give him to my grandma. the dog'll be devastated too because he has bad separation anxiety for her and already cries the whole day she's at work so as much as i don't like the guy i feel sorry for him because the poor thing might die of heartbreak. i would hope he wouldn't make us get rid of any cats because he's attached to them, especially to gizmo. i would genuinely hate that man if he made me give up any of my cats but im Pretty sure he's not evil enough to do that

• i'm gonna have to scoop all six litter boxes OTL i can barely take care of my own personal hygiene right now let alone that

• is he gonna go shopping? he hates going outside and doesn't leave the house almost every day like my mom does so we won't have groceries nearly as often. we've never been one of those families who gets groceries once a week or on a schedule or anything so like if i run out of one of my safe foods am i gonna have to wait days to get it? speaking of food i'm not gonna be able to get fast food really anymore because my mom won't be able to bring it to me and my dad won't want to ): i know it seems like a trivial thing but food is a big deal to someone with arfid

• is he gonna expect me to clean? like yeah my mom is too lazy to clean most of the time but she's still the one that cleans more often than he does. i've honestly Wanted to start doing more around the house bc i feel like a parasite and i want to pull my weight (even tho i hate cleaning up other ppls messes) but like i said im so depressed i can barely do Anything lately

• when my mom said that i would want to live with him he snapped back "marshals gonna live with whoever she wants to live with" meaning he might be Expecting im gonna move out or he might kick me out of the house or something and i just cannot handle that, like if he expects me to move out im gonna tell him i'll kill myself because truly i probably would, this house is all ive ever known and i just cannot leave

• my mom's car barely runs and she won't be able to afford to get a new one. it leaks out toxic smelling fumes and i worry breathing it in is unhealthy for her

• corbyn's life is also gonna change drastically cause he's used to being over here like half the time so he also loves this house and i doubt my dad would want to babysit him anymore. meaning my sister will have to find a babysitter since despite my mom living at my sisters she's gonna have to go to work so Someone's gotta take corbyn yknow. so that's gonna financially effect my sister as well. and i doubt he's gonna understand what's going on because he's allergic to listening to people and taking in information so he'll probably be asking to come over to "grandma's house" constantly not understanding that it's not her house anymore

• i'm just gonna be lonely without my mom. simple as that. it's a complete disruption of my routine. my mom also brought up her moving in with grandma and i was like you cant do that you cant move an hour away ):

[fracturedporcelaindoll]

Dear diary,

I woke up to my alarm but dismissed it quickly what really woke me up was chilly autumn air from cracked window...~

I did an early morning core workout followed by a mile walk let's just say my legs were killing me as I should have stretched and maybe done walk before core workout instead of switching them up...~

So that deslote spot in the woods for red riding hood option looks like they cleared it out more so it's more vastly publicly noticable still a perfect idealistic spot for photo shoot though but maybe just not half naked...~

At one point I was considering you know being carried cause thighs were sore and leg muscles but wouldn't ask someone to do that so just pushed through it~

I saw two dogs, the one dog was super friendly wanting to jump up and give kisses although the owner scolded it since was wearing a white coat like go ahead get muddy paw prints on it I wouldnt care cause he was such as sweet happy puppy and I wanted those puppy kisses.~

The second dog, gorgeous girl pitbull mixed but was very aggressive towards strangers her owner said she was skittish but honestly I felt bad that she didn't like me, I'm sure the sunglasses didn't help ease the dogs anxiety but still I love dogs and would have happliy been patient and given her pets if she'd let me instead she had to bark loudly and look all intimidating making me worried she might bite if I tried anything beyond waving and walking away....~

Not every dog will like you but that is sad when you want to pet them....~

People say if dogs don't like you that must mean the person is bad so does that mean I am awful?~

Also you know I found it amusingly ironic since wearing a bunny designed hoodie while thinking about wolves and red riding hood ideas...~

[musings-of-a-mecha-ghost-girl]

I should have known where that dream was going when I introduced myself to the goddess, Persephone. It started out well enough, I was a knight wandering around under a daylit sky, when I happened upon a group of women decorating for a festival. One of them said "it needs more... color." Having eavesdropped, I said to them, "Pardon me, but I could pick some flowers for you and bring them back here, if you'd like?"

They seemed kinda confused as to how I got there in the first place, but then they told me that they were concerned about the flowers dying, to which I so confidently said "Don't worry, I got you."

I then wandered off down a path into a forest nearby and made my way through, feeling giddy to be doing something fun. I was beautiful and handsome, I had a sword at my hip, and I was collecting flowers for pretty girls. This was starting off so well. Lost in my own euphoria, I made my way into a clearing where I saw a bunch of different flowers. I slowly began to shovel them out of the ground with my sword and into some burlap sacks I had on hand, making sure to be careful that they still had soil during the transfer. I went about this until I looked up and saw a building that had blended in with the garden I had accidentally found myself ransacking. Inside the backdoor of the house, I saw a three-headed pitbull wagging his tail and whimpering. Now that I'm awake, I should've known the signs when I saw them, but in the dream, I just really wanted to pet the dog and figured that I should apologize to whoever owned the house. I walked into the back lanai and the cerberus sniffed me before going into another section of the house, his tail wagging behind him.

As I wandered, I made eye contact with a giant woman, somebody who looked to me like one of the most beautiful trans women whom I had ever laid eyes on. She was speaking to somebody else who came over to speak with me. "Hello, how can I help you?" She spoke to me in English, but somehow I knew she was Greek, so I responded with

"Γειά σου! Με λένε Κασσάνδρα! Τι κάνεις;"

She sounded a little caught off guard before responding back to me.

"Καλημέρα Κασσάνδρα, με λένε Περσεφόνη. How may I help you?"

I was in awe of her. It was The Persephone. It being a dream, however, I didn't kneel to kiss her hand out of respect or anything. Instead, I said that her house reminded me of my uncle's house and explained that I was collecting flowers for the local town and accidentally picked from her garden. She remarked that it was okay and gave me permission to use the flowers I had picked. She seemed pleasant but confused the entire time, like she was talking to a child whose parents should've been around somewhere but weren't. Like I was a lost child. She sent me back with the flowers and a smile, and I delivered the flowers to the women decorating for the festival.

That's when the dream became less pleasant. I saw somebody pass me, who from the back and the side looked just like my mom. I reached out and ran out to her, crying "mom" in excitement to see her face again. The woman turned to me, and she seemed confused. It wasn't her. I apologized profusely, telling her about my bad eyesight and how she looked like somebody else.

I then curled into a fetal position and cried in darkness, but the presence of a friend was there, holding me. Needless to say, I woke up crying and wrote this so that I wouldn't forget it.

[baura-bear]

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favorite color: purple and/or green

how long have you been on tumblr: too long (2016?)

place i've always wanted to travel to: anywhere in the pacific north west

favorite clothing brand: i have a lot of stuff from tunnel vision but idk i wouldn't say i favor a specific brand i just like what i like

favorite singer/band: Green Day, David Bowie, Lady Gaga

current phone lock screen: my friends and i together in Arizona. home screen is me and ryan kopel on uksies closing

recent/current hyperfixation: apparently this week it's the pacific theater of wwii and applying that to the canon of bandstand. but idk i've just kinda been floating in space for a while waiting for something to grab my attention

relationship status: single :I

dream job: in my dream world we wouldn't have jobs and we wouldn't have to worry about competing for money. but for the sake of this i'll say archaeologist

favorite social media app: i wouldn't say i have a favorite but tiktok consumes most of my time

pet: my baby Moxie she's an old lady and i miss her very much. she's a pitbull

tea or coffee: tea i hate coffee

favorite ice cream flavor: salty caramel

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[7suns]

~roommate rant~ in the tags

[luvliewriting]

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Puppy Love

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Pairing: Travis Hackett x GN!Reader

Warnings: too much fluff, Constance (ew), a little bit of angst but not too bad

Note: also there may or may not be a very not sutile Xena reference

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Throughout your entire relationship Travis always said the same thing; no pets. You had begged and begged for months about maybe just even going to the pound and looking around but Travis always said no, that he wouldn't be able to pull you out without taking at least one of the dogs home. He was smart enough to see the trick you were trying to pull despite your dismay.

When you were go to dinner with Travis' family, you'd pull Kaylee and Caleb aside telling them about your wish of getting a puppy and seeing if Kaylee and Caleb could convince their Uncle T. Of course it didn't work, he was a stone that wouldn't budge on the topic.

Now you can't say what you were doing right now was a good idea but you were desperate and tired of waiting. And now you were driving home from work with a little brown box in the passanger seat. When you reached a red light, you pulled the lid of the box off to where a little 9 week old pitbull puppy was snugged in the box.

You smiled scratching behind the puppy's ear as he stirred in his sleep. When the light turned green, you released the puppy and kept driving home where Travis was, "we're almost home Joxer."

Joxer was the runt of his litter, all of his siblings had already been taken from the pound, he was alone in the concrete cage when you saw him. Unlike the other puppies at the pound running around and playing, Joxer laid in his food bowl passed out face first in the food. You knew immediately that was your dog, and you only hoped Travis would too.

You pulled into your driveway, turning off the car as you got out of your seat going to the passenger side of the car. You kissed the top of Joxer's head as he licked your cheek back in response before you pulled the lid back onto the box.

Holding the box in one of your hands, you fumbled with your keys before unlocking the door going inside. That's one thing that also confused you about Travis, his weird obsession with keeping every door in the house locked, like he was afraid something would break in. You hoped with getting a dog it may scare off any would be break ins and maybe put Travis' worries to rest.

"I'm in the kitchen!" you heard Travis mildly yell. You kicked off your shoes, placing your keys onto the key wrack as you held the box to your chest making your way to the kitchen. Travis was standing by the stove, a pan handle in one of his hands, a spatuela in the other.

"Well well, something smells good," you smiled placing the box onto the counter, you thanked the universe that Joxer was such a quiet dog otherwise your plan would be blown.

Travis placed a lid over the pan before making his way over to you, kissing your cheek, "ma called, apparently she and pa are coming with Bobby, Chris and the kids, apparently something important. I just wanna impress her."

You smiled at him, shaking your head, "you have nothing to prove, you're perfect the way you are, at least to me."

"Is that so?" he nuzzled your neck gently, placing kisses along with the skin as you leaned into his touch. Travis looked up from your collarbone at the box you were hiding behind your back, "what's that?"

"Something," you smiled cheekily, "why don't you open it."

Travis eyed you suspiciously, "if this is another one of those scare boxes it's not gonna work on me again." Travis stepped to your side, you stepped back slighty both excited and anxious for how he would react.

Travis eyed the box, trying to tell if this was another one of your impractical jokes you pull on him. It was the small yelp of the box that made you go pale, Travis looked back at you almost shocked, "you-"

"Surprise..." you muttered with an anxious grin.

When Travis pulled off the lid, Joxer jumped up on his hind legs panting at Travis with his small nub tail wagging as he shook his paw at Travis. Travis went pale, his jaw hanging as he looked at you out the corner of his widen eyes.

"His name is Joxer," you explained waking over to the box and taking the puppy into your arms before placing him down on the floor. The puppy immediately running over to Travis, scratching on his leg trying to get the sheriff's attention.

Travis sighed, placing his palms to his forehead, "Y/N we talked about this."

"I know but look at him," you knelt down to the floor, Joxer running over to you as you scratched behind his ears, one of the things he loved, "I mean really, how can you say no to that face."

Joxer panted looking back up at Travis, Travis shaking his head disappointed, "we're both barely home as it is."

"Then I'll have Susan come let him out and feed him on days we can't be home," you had already told your neighbor Susan about Joxer and she was more than happy to help where she could as a stay at home mom so she would always been there to help if you and Travis were away.

"Y/N," Travis sighed, "you have to take it back."

"What?" you asked shocked, scooping the puppy into your arms holding Joxer to your chest as he yawned snuggling into your chest, "I can't."

"Than I will," Travis held out his hands to you for Joxer.

You shook your head, holding onto the puppy, "no you won't. He's under my name, you couldn't return him even if you wanted to!"

Travis sighed, "you can keep it, but I want no part."

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Travis had walked down the table where his family ate to sit next to you. He cleared his throat as he placed his hand discreetly behind your back. Your eyes were glued to the living room where Joxer laid on the couch, his paws in the air on his back sleeping. Travis' family were eating and drinking, Kaylee and Caleb did the typical sibling bickering with each other across the table while Chris had chuckled to himself. Jedediah scolded the children, making them both say 'sorry pa' as you saw Kaylee poke her tongue out at Caleb.

"A dog," you heard Costance say as she reached for her wine glass bringing the glass up to her wrinkled lips, "you know they definitely are a mess, especially pitbulls."

"I always hated those breeds," Jedediah agreed with his wife, cutting into the french toast that Travis made.

"I thought he was cute," your heard Bobby mutter across from you. So far Bobby was the only one to have finished his food, occasionally going into seconds of the bacon that Travis fried.

"It's ugly," Constance argued with her son, looking over at Joxer's sleep figure on the couch, "it's the squished face, it's not normal!"

"That's enough ma," Travis stood up for you. As much as he didn't like the dog, he could see how much the insulting of Joxer was upsetting you so he decided to speak up against it. He looked over at Kaylee who was making faces at her brother, "how's school Kaylee?"

Kaylee snapped back to reality looking at her uncle, "oh! Uh it's alright, boring."

"She's graduating this year from highschool," Chris said proudly, grabbing his daughter's hand as she shrugged.

"And what do you want to do dear?" Constance questioned her granddaughter.

Kaylee shrugged leaning into her chair, "fuck if I know." Jedediah glared at his granddaughter as she noticed what she said, "oh sorry pa. I'm uh not quite sure yet."

"Well you already smell like a butt so that's out of question," Caleb teased as Kaylee kicked him hard in the shin under the table, "ow what the fuck!?"

"Both of you, stop it," Chris scolded his children as they both apologized lowering their heads.

You looked back at the couch realizing that Joxer was no longer there. You stood up from your chair, Travis looking at you confused as his vision followed you to the porch door where Joxer was whimpering scratching at the door.

"I think you've been replaced," Chris chuckled at his older brother.

"It's just a phase, she'll get over the mut soon," Travis looked down at his food picking at it, "I hope."

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This was the 8th time tonight, you were woken up by the light scratching on the door again. Travis refused to let Joxer sleep in your room, he had to sleep on the dog bed in the hallway. You didn't know what Joxer was whining about now, did he need to go outside again? Was he hungry? Did he have an accident again? You really hoped it wasn't the last one because you had already cleaned 3 accidents tonight.

You turned on your side to face Travis' back shaking his shoulder lightly as you whispered to him, your voice still breathy and course from sleep or lack of sleep, "Travis can you check what he needs please?"

Travis shrugged you off in his tired state shaking his head, "it's your dog, not mine."

You rolled your eyes sitting up hanging your legs over the edge as your feet touched the cold floor, "you're real childish you know." Travis didn't say anything, just pulled the blankets back over his bare chest as the bedside lamp illuminated the room in a honey yellow.

"Can you turn that off?" Travis asked, still not facing you.

"No," you said plainly, going to the bedroom door as you opened it to see Joxer. He was crying, immediately stopping and wagging his nub tail at the sight of you. Sprinting past you over to the bed as he pawed at the bed wanting to go up.

"Don't let that dog on our bed."

"I won't," you sighed, picking up the dog in your arms and walking to the living room with the puppy grabbing a spare blanket from the closet as you went to the couch. You laid down on the couch, turning on the tv turning it down so it wouldn't bother Travis as you held the puppy to your chest. Joxer yawned, nuzzling his face into your neck.

You sighed, watching the tv as you scratched behind the puppy's ear. You really wondered if getting Joxer was a bad idea, like maybe you didn't think this through.

You yawned tiredly, it was some kind of Friends rerun you weren't entirely focusing on. You missed Travis to be honest. You two rarely ever fought but you two usually resolved in like an hour but here you were sleeping on the couch, he probably didn't even notice you weren't in bed.

You didn't even ntoice you had started crying till one of the tears had dragged down to your lips tasting the salty water. You loved both Travis and Joxer, you really didn't want to return Joxer to that concrete prison but you didn't want to lose what you have with Travis.

"What are you doing?" you didn't even bother to look at the hallway where Travis stood watching you.

"Isn't it obvious?" you asked, your eyes glued to the tv as tears streamed down your cheeks.

"Y/N I'm sorry," well that was something you didn't hear very often from the sheriff. You sat up on the couch, waking up Joxer but not for long as he curled up in your lap falling back asleep. Travis walked over to the couch, kneeling down reaching his hand out to Joxer's sleeping position hesitantly scratching Joxer's back as the puppy turned onto his back in his sleep exposing his stomach as Travis scratched it.

You sighed, looking down at Joxer sadly, "I'll return him if that's what you really want..."

"What?" Travis looked at you shocked, shaking his head, "no no it's fine." You looked at him shocked as well, you thought that's what he wanted. Travis looked down at the puppy, "I was wrong to misjudge this little guy, he's actually kinda cute."

"But I thought you hated dogs?"

"I don't," Travis sighed, pulling his hand away from the puppy as he looked down at the ground sadly, "it's just, well it's a lot of responsibilty, especially since we can't always be home. And well, I used to have a dog long before I met you."

You looked at Travis, trying to understand what he was getting at here.

"She was a gift from my grandmother, probably the only one in that family that actually doesn't see me as some kind of burden," Travis seemed to be holding back tears as he looked up at the ceiling, holding back his tears, "and well, my pa ended up giving her away when I was away at school. I came home to just her collar being on my bed."

"I'm sorry," you apologized, Travis shook his head.

"No, I'm sorry," Travis grabbed the back of your neck, bringing you closer to him as he pressed his lips against yours, pulling away as he rested his forehead against yours, "besides, I think the little fucker is kinda cute."

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[is-the-dog-video-cute]

I have a 4 year old pitbull mix with a grain allergy (which we found out because she was getting really bad ear infections on the food she was on when we got her) and she also just has allergies in general, leading to her scratching a lot.

We give her benadryl, but there's no way to get the pills to her besides pill pockets (I don't want to be giving her cheese and lunchmeat all the time and she picks apart hotdogs so she doesn't have to take the pill with it). Pill pockets have grain in them.

So ... is it okay for me to be giving her medicine through pill pockets, given her grain allergy?

Hey, this is definitely a question for your vet as they will know more about her situation and allergies.

Personally I wouldn't worry about giving her small amounts of cheese or lunchmeat, if she gets enough exercise it shouldn't be a problem, however I would also try mince because it is better for her and she'll probably like it!

[deathspeaker]

"Laser Pointer Syndrome"

So I made the mistake of mentioning I sometimes play with my dog using a laser pointer. People were quick to jump in with 'That's abusive! You're hurting your dog!'

I was baffled and asked for evidence. Most said 'If you actually cared about your dog you'd google it yourself!' Judgemental and useless, thanks!

The ones who bothered to share links all shared to blogs. Blog after blog after blog repeating literally the same talking points.

The BEST any of them said was 'Some dogs may experience OCD-like behavior because of laser pointers'. That's... that's not evidence. That's just people repeating something someone else said ad nauseam. The AKC website isn't a source. The AKC isn't a scientific body, the AKC is part of the system that has given us deformed animals that suffer their whole lives because we find their flat faces 'cute'. That's the opposite of a good source!

I found literally zero studies or a single source that wasn't just 'Something someone claims is a thing' and attaching a fake name to it to make it sound more 'scientific'.

Can dogs have OCD-like reactions to lights and shadows? Yes! Do laser pointers cause this? No. The dog is either already prone to OCD behavior or they aren't. Plenty of dogs have had this extreme obsession with light and shadows, without ever once encountering a laser light. That's an issue with an individual dog, not some... 'x causes y'. Correlation isn't causation.

Literally, I found 0 research done on this matter. Any article by actual scientists researching dogs that mentions lasers... are all about therapeutic laser use. A dog behaviorist, even one with a PHD isn't a valid source if they have no data to back it up. It's just conjecture!

But this thing is being repeated over and over and over and over again.

Some claim that it also 'frustrates' them and that they 'have no choice but to chase the laser' because it activates their prey drive. And no evidence is offered! Can this happen with some dogs? YEAH. Because dogs are individuals with individual quirks! I had a pitbull who literally couldn't care about the laser pointer. And my Aussie chases it for a little bit then gets bored and is done.

I hate how people are accusing me of 'not loving' my dog because I don't believe a bunch of blog posts that are virtually copy-pasted from each other. I want EVIDENCE. I want RESEARCH. DATA!

And if my dog did show worrying behavior because of it, I would stop! I wouldn't need evidence of an issue! But he's not showing any obsessive behavior. Doesn't even react to me shining a flashlight, doesn't gaze into sparkling surfaces like he's hypnotized and after the play is over... he comes inside, does his happy 'We played!' dance, and... that's it!

But please! if you have a source from actual researchers, with actual data, submitted to actual journals for review, I WANT to hear it! I want to read it!

But if your 'proof' is the same guess repeated without question? AND I have my own evidence that it isn't harming MY dog? Fuck off.

[cottoncandyjester]

Yan oc squad when jealous

Okay so I'm currently working on backstory posts for all the boys as well as kinkmas stuff so til those come out enjoy random quick headcanons about the boys or any request people want to give about..well anything

Theodore

He hates getting jealous

It's a bad feeling

When he sees you smiling and laughing cause of someone else a dark feeling fills him

He can't help but think of horrible thoughts like you finding someone else

These feelings control him and cause him to do foolish things or things he would seem as idiotic

If you're talking to someone he will quickly come to you and hold you simply staring

He is far too much of a gentleman to make a scene

He shouldn't be so jealous but as he watched you giggle with an old a friend during what was supposed to be a coffee date, he gripped his cup as he felt like some sort of third wheel. Everytime he would try to interrupt you he was cut off by your friend and their obnoxious talking

Soon fed up with it he stood up now grabbing your arm feeling you tense lightly, he simply flashed a sweet smile now holding your hand

"I'm sorry to interrupt this conversation but we really must go, right sweetie?"

Before you could speak the male was pulling you out the cafe and towards the car, his grip on you firm as his sweet smile turned to a friend now glancing over at you

"don't talk to that person ever again, she is bad for you okay?"

"I'm an adult I ca-"

Theodore pulled you roughly infront if him his eyes wild with rage but he simmered down now smiling as he reached out and placed a hand on your cheek

"what did we talk about hmm? You make bad judgements, you're too sweet and kind and everyone will take advantage of that..so trust me when i say they are bad okay?"

You gulped and gave a small nod, you did trust him since he always knew best but he still scared you. You had no choice but to agree and as the two of you went home you could feel the tense jealously coming off him..he truly wanted you to himself

Hikaru

Is a very very jealous person

He had a photoshoot in korea and of course he had to take you along for the ride

It was a lovely vacation

During the shoot his photographer would ask you questions

His photographer seemed to like you

And hikaru did not like that

Of course hikaru kept his cool but after a while he got fed up

He sent you back to the hotel so he can deal with this

After getting very violent he comes back blood soaked and takes his anger out on you

Hikaru has been gone for hours but you figured nothing of it, maybe photoshoots take a long long time. You sat on the hotel bed scrolling through your phone before you heard a click and the door opened

You rushed to greet your boyfriend only to see him covered in blood now using a cloth to wipe his face, his eyes still dangerous and wild. When his blue eyes landed on you a chill went down your spine before he reached out and gripped your wrist

"it's your damn fault y'know? Its cause people think your so fucking attractive. I'm all dirty cause of you, damn pig."

As hikaru now squeezed your wrist panic set in as you tried to pry him off of you and maybe calm him down before he get any more angrier

"b-babe I didn't know this would happen and plus, you know I love only you"

Your stumbling and stuttering only seemed to make him more pissed as he now yanked you to the bed before pushing you down now throwing his coat off and eyeing you with utter disgust

"then fucking prove it, prove that my piggy only loves me and maybe I won't be so mean anymore kay?"

Prince

Instantly gets into a fight

Just no questions asked gets into a fight

You two were just walking around the park with his dog, queen

Prince let you alone for a single minute just to grab some food

Did not take long for some Chad to get to chatting with you

Queen was not happy

And when prince came back he was not happy either

So he got into a fight

You scolded him while you were patching him up

"prince.."

"yeah my beautiful and amazing love who I adore everyday?"

You shot the male a glare as he lit a cigarette before taking a smoke, he clearly did not like upsetting you and was definitely stressed

"as much as I love your protectiveness, getting into fights isn't a good thing"

"I can't let someone steal ya away from me baby, just won't allow it"

You shake your head as you put the last band-aid on before feeling something crawl into your lap, you stare at the Pitbull who laid her head in your lap

"-and you! You were supposed to protect her queen! At least bite the son of a bitch or something!"

You couldn't help but laugh at the male's antics, you didnt really see much of the fight since prince told you to wait in the car but you figured the guy was fine

Prince on the other hand simply smiled as he though about how he took care of the situation, queen was such a good dog though he hoped that eating that bastard wouldn't make her sick.

Yuki

Also gets into a fight

You both were at a cat cafe enjoying your time

Yuki fell asleep..no surprise there

You knew he was tired so you let him nap while you played with the cats and ate more yummy snacks

Yuki did say you can order as much as you want and anything you want..

When a worker came to the table and saw yuki sleeping he decided to shoot his shot

Did not take long for your green haired boyfriend to wake up after hearing awkward laughing coming from you

One violent fight later and you two were home while you patched yuki up

He only responds in pouty grumbles and grunts cause you scolded him

Gives you the cold shoulder

But he can't stay mad at you

"yuki, stop being a baby"

"...."

"yuki, look at me"

With still no response you groaned lowly now sliding into the male's lap and seeing him tense up lightly but he simply turned his head away from you with a scowl as he tried not to give in, he was angry that you weren't taking his side on this

Someone tried to steal you away and he protected you! Yet you scold him and tell him not to do it again?! He doesn't get it at all

"yuki narukami you look at me!"

He jolted at the use of his full name and he looked at you with a shocked expression before you squished his face together causing him to get even more confused

"you were going to kill him if you kept punching him, that's why i was mad. Thank you for protecting me though I love you and it's sweet"

Yuki paused before simply wrapping his arms around you giving a low grunt now nuzzling his face in your neck as a dark Expression pooled his eyes.

So, protecting you is fine but he has to make sure he can't kill infront of you? Good to know. As yuki held you in his arms he couldn't help but smile

You were so interesting to him.

.

Axis

It's always the baby types you have to watch out for

You both were at a new amusement park that opened up a few weeks ago

You two were having fun

But after two big drinks axis had to pee while you both were waiting in line for a ride

He told you to hold the spot

You were of course worried your blind boyfriend is going to find a boyfriend on a crowded area but he reassured you that he will be fine

You let him go and It didn't take long for someone to come up to you and try flirt

When axis came back

He tried to play tough guy

But being 5'4" has its downfalls..

Axis was getting tunnel vision, they were laughing at him..he claimed to be your boyfriend and they called him a kid, how can he protect you if he can't even protect himself..how?!

"leave him alone! He's my boyfriend so just go away!"

You had to step in, it was embarrassing. Axis felt you grip his hand tightly now feeling nothing but anger and jealously bubble within him even as the situation diffused he thought about it

Did..you take him seriously?

"[y/n], am I hot?"

The question made you jolt and you looked at him with a choked laugh. You laugh only made him more upset but he tried to remain calm

"am I hot? Yknow like sexy and everything like that?"

"ax, you're adorable! So cute! I mean you were pouting when those jerks were talking to me and it was just so cute!"

Cute...? Cute..?!

He snapped and hugged you close, his face mask had a zipper and you never did know what the purpose of that was but next thing you knew you felt a sharp pain on your neck along with something trickling down your shoulder

You winced in pain now trying to pull the male off but with no progress, when he did pull back he had blood all around his mouth

"treat me more seriously, you're mine. I won't let anyone else take you, come on let's go home..I'm not done marking you up"

A sense of fear hit you and you never felt this before, axis has always been your adorable boyfriend but this..was new.

Axis Definitely show you just how much he owned you when you two got home and it was something you definitely never forgot.

[isa-ghost]

Good morning, this sociopathic piece of shit got worse today so have some updates about what scum of the earth lurks in even the smallest businesses, not just corporations.

For no reason at all he's bringing the seamstress from his cleaners in the city to our store

He's trying to fire the only two people who work at one of our locations, move me and my mother there, then work at our current store with his seamstress himself. Meaning either our current seamstress who's like a grandmother to me is either going to quit, or he's going to fire her. I've never been trained to work the store he's trying to put me at, and the customers there are habitually vicious and shitty.

The coworker he dumped all responsibility on & owes $2500+ to (for now on I'm gonna refer to her as Brenna, not her real name btw) is going to take his fake service dog in as her own pet because he said he was going to euthanize the dog because "she's annoying." She's a perfectly healthy and adorable, probably untrained because he's a piece of shit, pitbull or some pit-mix. There's nothing wrong with her, he's just lazy and sees everything but money as expendable.

He keeps stealing work from my store's current seamstress and giving it to his seamstress in the city (who does a shit job btw). Yesterday he took a bunch of shit she was halfway done working on, which had no instructions on them.

I forgot this in the original post but he tried getting us to work on Sundays, the one day we're closed, saying it's an expensive errand day in the city (once again, WE ARE NOT IN THE CITY SO ITS NOT THE FUCKING SAME HERE). And when we said we have lives outside of work he said "so do the people running errands" which?? Doesn't mean anything???

I also forgot this in the original post but he told one of the employees he keeps trying to fire to kill herself bc shes working 2 jobs in order to keep her mortgage paid each month ever since she lost her husband a few years ago. She told him she wouldn't quit her other job and since Something Something 66 Hours A Week, he said "fine kill yourself working all those hours"

Another point I forgot in the original post, calling back to the fact that Brenna is a recovering drug addict, our boss keeps insensitivity dumping more and more responsibility and stress on her and then saying shit like "oh I hope you don't relapse" and constantly throwing her struggle with rehab and kicking addiction in her face.

No need to worry, mom and I are strongly considering quitting. The issue is we don't know where to go that won't pay us worse than what we make currently. Not only that, we share a car and I start school on the 17th, and anything non-retail she'd be qualified for she'll need to go back go school for. It'd probably be the smartest choice though because she'd make really good money at a job if she did that.

But again, I scream:

Fuck capitalism, eat the motherfucking rich.

Good afternoon, I have some anti capitalist propaganda for everyone.

I recently got a new boss. He sucks ass for a multitude of reasons, including but not limited to:

Owing at least 3 of my coworkers money for multiple weeks; he owes one $2500+ and another $500+. He keeps saying he'll pay them [insert day] and then doesn't. He has actively refused to pay the one he owes $2500+, even telling her "you make too much," when he made her district manager of all 3 of our stores because he can't take any responsibility for himself.

He requires prepay for a service. Aka you are paying upfront when it's not guaranteed your product (dry cleaning) will come back cleaned right, unruined, or unlost.

He put a fee on our credit card machine so he doesn't have to worry about it with his taxes. He took down the sign he put up to notify customers of said fee, and told us not to tell customers, aka he doesn't want us telling customers we're charging them more than we're saying, and to lie to them. He claimed two weeks ago he'd remove this fee and hasn't.

He said he won't be paying us overtime or sick days. Not paying us overtime is illegal in our state. And dare I mention he said something about making the full time employees (ie: my mother) work 66 hours a week?

He only wants us to have $40 in singles at the end and beginning of each day. Aka we have no change ever for many of our customers who pay in cash, which forces them to use their card on the machine with a fee. When we run low on singles, he makes us walk across our mall's parking lot to the bank where ""he has one million dollars in an account"" to get singles. Yesterday he made me do this in a blizzard and negative temperatures, and the bank was closed because of the Midwest's current deadly weather. So I did it for nothing. When I called and informed him, he said he would come bring me singles to my store. 15 minutes later he called again and said he wouldn't make it because of the snow. I had to ask for exact change or force them to use the machine with a fee.

One morning he straight up forgot to give me any cash at all and took 2 hours to make a 15 minute drive from the main store to my store to give me said cash.

Another time he was supposed to come to my location to collect the day's money. Again, 15 minute drive. He never showed up. Then returned to the main store 5 minutes before it was supposed to close. We have no fucking idea where he was that whole time.

His changes have chased away regular customers who have been coming to us 20+/30+/50+ years. And other less long-time regulars too. We told him all 3 stores are getting several complaints DAILY and being told by SEVERAL customers that they're not coming to our cleaners anymore. He quite literally told me to my face "oh well."

He ignores any and all feedback employees and customers alike give him. He blatantly ignored me to my face twice. Related, he can't get it through his thick fucking head that we're a business in the suburbs, not the city, so things don't work the same as his shitty cleaners in Chicago.

We're a small mom and pop business who's been struggling since the pandemic. This is part of why my previous absolute saint of a boss sold the 3 stores to this douchebag. This ignorant moron said we'd probably lose 10% of our business and "it'd be fine," when we're struggling as it is.

We have 9 employees for 3 stores. He tried to make my coworker he dumped all responsibility on fire 5 of us (rather than doing it himself), including the one that trained her for the job years ago. He called all of us replaceable, even the one he dumped all responsibility on. He also took down all Help Wanted signs and said we definitely have enough staff.

We've caught him in MULTIPLE lies ranging from white lies about his personal life to MAJOR lies about our business and how he wants us to run the stores. We've also witnessed him lie to customers.

He doesn't communicate at all, he's told all 3 stores 3 separate things. There's no reasoning for this, all 3 stores do the same shit. All 3 stores have always done everything the same way before now. He just literally doesn't communicate properly. He changed store hours, and was shocked to find that my store didn't change them weeks later. We didn't change them because he didn't tell us to, he didn't tell us when the change was supposed to go into effect.

He's impossible to contact. If you call and he doesn't answer, his voicemail box is full. He doesn't call back. If you don't have his cell number to text him, you're screwed. There's no guarantee he'll answer texts either.

He's trying to change our entire system that keeps track of customers and implement a text system that will tell the customer their cleaning is done. I told him many customers we get are elderly people who don't text and don't even have smartphones and can't get that notification. He said he didn't care, and that they'd just have to remember their cleaning or forget it. Might I mention that after 60 days or more, he plans on selling the clothes on eBay?

He has a fake service dog (he told my coworker himself) that he brings to our main store every day and forces my coworker to babysit while she does her work. Work that you can't do and watch a dog at the same time. This is the one he owes $2500+ to btw.

That coworker looked up his full legal name (which she has access to since she had all his responsibilities dumped on her, including his personal emails) and found an article that strongly suggests he has a criminal history, if it's definitely him and a credible source. The kicker is, he has a very unique non-White name that we'd be very shocked to hear more than one person has. I can't confirm if the article is legit even so, because I obviously don't have his legal name. But she sent me a screenshot of the article and the crime was gun related. My coworker also saw emails of his that she, a recovering addict, is confident are drug dealing related.

The heat in my specific store hasn't worked properly in months. My previous boss was too tight on money to fix it. He was literally maintaining just enough to pay all employees and the essentials for the stores. He cared way more about us than money.

And the heat not working is what brings me to my real post, despite those reasons being more than enough to birth a new anti capitalist. Here's my REAL post:

So that deadly Midwestern weather right now? -20°F to -70°F in some parts? For my non-Americans, that's -20°C to -56°C. Without "RealFeel"/Wind Chill included. Those are daytime temperatures, not how cold it gets at night.

It was snowing SIDEWAYS almost the entire day yesterday, and he didn't close the stores. I had to work. My car is small and light, it slides and gets stuck super easily. Our roads are not plowed right now. I'm relying on the grooves from traffic to avoid driving in snow that'll get me stuck. I have to drive 20mph at the fastest on roads where the limit is 40-45mph.

Today it's-3°F (-19°C). For the high. RealFeel/Wind Chill is -27°F (-32°C). There are wind gusts up to 55mph. Visibility on the road is almost nonexistent, snow is blowing everywhere in massive walls across the streets, which still aren't properly plowed.

He still had my mom work today from 7am to 3pm, in our store that has no working heating. The inside of our store has been about 50°F (10°C) at the warmest all day. We're relying on two small and unhelpful space heaters, one at the front of the store and one at the back, to keep any form of heat in the store, which is all immediately sucked out the second our door opens for even a second. He also had the audacity to ask my mom to walk across the parking lot in this weather, to the bank as soon as they opened (which isn't even open) to get singles again, rather than bringing them despite there no longer being any snow preventing him from coming in his big ass definitely snow-safe truck.

It's still so cold in this store that my mom and I have our coats, hats, gloves and scarves on. I'm currently wearing 4 layers, a scarf and gloves sitting literally inches from one of our space heaters to keep myself warm. We have had maybe 5 customers since 7am. It's now 4pm.

Normally I would be working until 6pm today. At 6pm, it will be -6°F (-21°C), RealFeel/Wind Chill -40°F (-40°C according to my converter. It's so fucking cold our temperatures are syncing). My mom called our boss to see if we can close early, even mentioning that we've had no business today to try and persuade him further. He said we can. At 4:30pm, which was 2 hours from when she called him.

He's so greedy, he'd rather leave us in these conditions for a little longer despite there being 0 benefit to anyone rather than just sensibly closing right then and there. I've been here an hour and we've had no customers. At 4:30pm, it'll be dark outside on top of the already poor visibility outside, on top of rush-hour traffic, on top of roads in garbage condition.

He's quite literally choosing profit he's not going to make over my and my mom's lives, because if the worst happens as we're driving in those conditions, with the car that slides and gets stuck easily that I mentioned before, we could die if we crash or slide off the road.

Fuck capitalism, eat the fucking rich.

[toomanyfandoms02]

Family Reunion // Luke Alvez x Reader

Blurb request for @hotchocolateandpillowforts but turned into a long one.

Summary - Reader is so tired of her family patronizing her for not having a boyfriend. So she begs her best friend Luke Alvez to fake date her for a day at her family reunion.

Word Count - 2.6k

Prompt - "These heels are peeling off my **skin**. But yes, keep complaing about your tie you whine ass."

Luke and I did everything together, this included shopping, like we were doing right now.

"What do you need a dress for anyway? Don't you have enough dresses." Lyke commented, sitting out in the sitting area of the changing rooms.

"I have a family reunion tomorrow, and since we always go to my rich aunts lake house, I have to have something extra nice. I would look dumb if I wore the same dress." My voice bounced back at me in the small fitting room. I cringed at the sound of it.

"Is it like some chardonnay party?" He questioned.

"Is that even a thing?" I stepped out, adjusting the dress in the full size mirror.

"It looks great on you." Luke pointed to the flowery and poofy dress.

"I would agree, if I was going to prom." I sighed. "But alas, my teen days are over." I made a fake swoon, causing him to laugh. "I have one more to try on, and if it doesn't work out, I'm not going." I stated, dramatically walking back into the small space. I began to slip on the last dress.

This dress was a light tan color. It was short and poofed out towards the bottom. Dark blue embroidered flowers bloomed every which way starting at the middle. I waltzed out again, not having to adjust anything on the mirror this time.

"Now *that* one is smokin'." Luke looked me up and down, causing my cheeks to heat up and an undeniable smile to appear on my face. Just as he said that, a younger girl, I would assume a teen, came from the room adjacent to mine.

"You guys are such a cute couple!" She gushed. "I need to find me a man who compliments like you do." She said, pointing to Luke.

"We actually-" we said at the same time.

"We aren't-" We were now pointing at eachother decoded to give in.

"Thank you!" I smiled at her, smoothing the dress down.

"Of course!" She left the area with a few dresses in hand, leaving us alone.

"I don't want to go to this party anyway." I let out a groan, remembering my hardass family.

"Why not? Don't like your family or something?"

"They are always passive aggressively calling me a prude for not having a boyfriend. They think I'm incapable of holding a relationship and constantly patronize me for it. It's complete bullshit!" I threw my hands in the air in frustration. "Now the worst part is, I've been lying and telling my mom that I have a boyfriend for like 2 months now. I figured 'how hard could it be to fund a temporary boyfriend in two months?' Prettt damn hard for me apperantly." I vented, now sitting next to him on the small leather couch.

"How about I help you out. I'll be your fake boyfriend for your little reunion." I looke dup at him with what I could only assume was puppy dog eyes.

"You would do that for me?" I was silently cursing myself for how desperate I was sounding. But I really needed this to be completely honest.

"Yeah of course!" His hand sat between my shoulder blades. "I have one question though. This isn't a dealbreaker, but I really want it."

"Oh no." I chucked.

"Would I be able to bring Roxy? Lately she's been having separation anxiety." This wa absolutely perfect.

"Actually that is probably doable. My whole family brings their dogs to these things. My aunt may be rich and kind of a snob, but *boy* does she love dogs. I'll text her right now." I pulled my phone out, feeling excitement bubble up inside me. Finally, my family will shut the hell up about my relationship life, and it was going ti feel so good.

Even if it was fake.

*Hey Auntie! I'm bringing my boyfriend tomorrow and he wanted to know if he could bring his dog? Shes a well trained German Shepard, Roxy.* I eagerly awaited a reply, surprised to see her immediate text back.

**You're bringing a boyfriend this year! Hell, he could bring an elephant and I wouldn't say no to a boyfriend! Absolutely. Bring 10 dogs!** I could feel her enthusiasm through the phone, she was a very excitable lady.

"Alright, Roxy is all clear for entry. And if you have 9 more dogs on hand, you can bring those too... Apperantly." I shook my head ta my phone. Luke looked at me quizzically and I shook him off too. "Okay first of all, I'm buying this dress." I stood swiftly, gesturing to the beautiful piece of clothing. "Second of all, after we check out, I need to tell you about my family so you don't walk into the line of fire blindly!" I changed from the dress into my regular shirt and pants again. I slung it over my arm and headed back out to Luke.

I paid for my dress, heading out to his car.

"So, first things first, auntie Jess, the womans house we are going to, has been waiting for me to have a boyfriend for quite a while now." He nodded with an amused smile. "My mom can be a little overbearing, but I'm sure she will love you so don't stress. Bring a bathing suit with you just in case my family so graciously suggests that we play a giant game of Marco Polo. I think that's it!"

"I'm honestly excited." He rubbed his hands together mischievously. "What should I wear?"

"Kind of specific, but can you just wear a white button up with rolled sleeves, a blue tie to match my dress. I know you have one. And just some slacks. Don't forget to wear your swim trunks under it though!"

"I dig these specifics. I'm gonna live *completely* up to your fantasy." He winked. I rolled my eyes at the silly man.

"Thanks Luke. You're sure you're okay with acting like my boyfriend? We have to be all lovey, and believable." His hand was placed on my shoulder.

"Of course, anything to get your family off your back. I get it." I'm so thankful for this man.

-

I fluffed my dress at the end, twirling around in the mirror. My hair was tied up in a simple ponytail that continued to bounce as I spun around the room. I didn't bother putting on any makeup because I knew we would be swimming today. I ran down the stairs at the sound of a knock on my door.

The other side showed Luke. He was pulling at his rolled sleeves to perfect them. He came looking just as ai imagined, we were truly going to look like a power couple.

"Alright, let's go." He looped his arm through mine and led us to his car. He opened the passenger door for me once we got there.

"Keep acting like such a gentleman and my moms probably gonna like you more than I do." I snickered as he started the car.

"I'm just playing the part!" He grinned. I turned to the back of the car, petting Roxys head as she panted.

"Are you excited to see other dogs prettt girl!" She made a soft bark in response. I I forward and kissed her snout, then sitting properly and buckling up.

It was a short drive from my house to the lake house, once we got there we sat for a minute.

"I'm a little nervous." Luke confessed, facing me with a concerned look.

"I would comfort you, but I'm nervous too." I patted his arm and exited the vehicle, looking back to see Luke giving me an 'unbelievable' look. My hand pulled open the back door to let Roxy out.

"Roxy come." I pointed to my side. She lightly hopped out and placed herself beside me. As Luke came from the other side of the car, he held his hand out to me. I grabbed it and headed into the house.

"Should we bring Roxy with?" He asked.

"Absolutely."

Right as we came in the door, my auntie saw us.

"Hi sweetie! How are you?" She peered down at our joined hands.

"I'm good. This is Luke." I looked over at him, he was giving a charming smile.

"You must be the man she keeps talling about!" She was practically bouncing with excitement at the mention of me having a boyfriend. She was quick to crouch down to a lower level. "And you must be Roxy!" She was using her typical baby voice. Roxy sat quietly by Luke's side. "You are quite obedient."

"She's a trained military dog." He commented, petting her ears.

"How cool!" Jess stood from her previous position and began walking farther into the house. "Come meet the rest if the family Luke."

We were dragged into the livingrook as he gave me a worried look. Before I could comfort him slightly, we were already standing in front of my family. I started introducing everyone.

"That's my mom, uncle Jeff, my brother Mike, and my cousin Nick. These are the only people I will know here." I laughed, pointing to the large amount of people that were outside. "I will not know anyone outside. So we will be experiencing the same thing." This earned a chuckle from everyone.

"It's nice to finally meet you Luke." My mom came up and hugged him. He accepted and hugged back tightly. Everyone else just sat and waved and I could feel an awkward silence coming on so I interjected.

"Luke and I are gonna head outside with Roxy so she can meet the other dogs." I rushed us out the door and huffed. "I don't know if I can do this." A sigh slipped from my lips.

"What do you mean? Did I do something wrong?" He looked like a sad puppy, one that had just chewed up a pillow.

"No! No, I don't know, I feel bad that you have to lie."

"I really don't mind, I promise hermosa." He used the Spanish word for me a few times. *Beautiful*.

His hand grabbed mine and dragged us into the yard.

"Let's get Roxy to meet some new pups." As we entered the yard, I could see 2 dalmatians, 1 chihuahua, 1 pitbull, 2 Rottweilers , and a Husky. Roxy calmly walked to the other dogs, soon prancing around them. I looked over at Luke to see him pulling at his tie.

"This tie is tight."

"These heels are peeling off my **skin**. But yes, keep complaing about your tie you whine ass." I giggled, reaching up and loosening it for him. Time to go into a swarm of people I don't recognize.

-

I guess I was wrong, I *did* recognize some of these people. One of which was my distant great aunt who was a little nosy but meant well. We had all been talking for a few minutes before she dropped a question that Luke and I had not prepared for.

"How did you two meet?" My face paled, I sure as hell was not going to tell her the truth, which was that we met on a crime scene when my college roommate was murdered. I squeezed his hand, signaling that I would answer this. I'm going to have to wing it.

"I was dog sitting actually. When I was taking the girls dog for a walk, I stumbled upon a dog park and she got really excited. She ran straight into Roxy." I pointed to the happy German Shepard who was laying in the grass next to the other dogs. "They tumbled over eachother and I came over to apologize to him, and her."

"I saw her and I thought, 'wow, beautiful and a dog lover? Sounds like an angel to me.'" He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer, kissing my forehead.

"How sweet!" She squealed. "I'm so happy for you dear. He's a keeper." She whispered loudly to me, walking towards her husband now. I elbowed his arm and gave him a playful smile.

"Well aren't you a master improviser!"

"*And* I'm a keeper." He teased, pulling me towards Roxy. Then we heard shouting.

"Alright everyone! If youbroght your swimsuits you are legally obligated to do the annual giant game of Marco Polo!" My mom shouted from the porch. I bounced a bit while dragging Luke to the lake.

"Take off your clothes!" I egged him on.

"This isnt the circumstance that I thought I would hear you saying that in." He replied, pulling his tie off. The tips of my ears were burning at this.

"Was there a circumstance that you imagined me asking you to take off your clothes." I wiggled my eyebrows at him and he just rolled his eyes.

"The world may never know." He was rid of his shirt now. His toned chest shone in the sun.

*Damn he is actually ripped.*

I could feel myself ogling but I couldn't stop myself. I was still fully clothed.

"Why do I have on less clothing than you." He complained. "Turn around." He commanded, I did so with confusion. He pulled the zipper of my dress down and pulled at the straps. Now I was the one thinking not-so-clean things.

*What did you get yourself into Y/n?*

I let the dress slide from my shoulders to show my bikini. It had a yellow sunflower top and plain white bottoms.

"No way." He deadpanned, not hiding how he was looking at my body.

"What?" He pulled his pants down to show sunflower swim trunks with a white background.

"Oh my god we look like a cringy couple." I held my hand over my mouth, trying not to laugh like an insane person. Sooner we were in the cold lake, beginning the game.

"Alright, newest family member is it." Jess pointed to Luke and I shrugged. Everyone shifted around the area and the game began.

"Marco!" He shouted. A chorus of voices responded with Polo. "Oh God." I could hear him mutter with a snicker.

I swam silently beside him, hoping he wouldn't yell Marco.

But we know what kind of luck I have.

"Marco!"

"Shit." I whispered right next to him, attempting to go under to avoid being tagged. But his reflexes were too fast. He grabbed me with both arms, pulling me to him and opening his eyes.

"You're it." That's when I felt it, I knew I would remember this feeling for a long time.

The spark.

And before I knew it, he kissed my lips quickly. He pulled away and let go of me.

"Don't cheat! Close your eyes." He left me completely in the dark on the situation that just ensued.

I'm gonna kill this man.

-

The game ended after 45 minutes. I was it twice because I'm kind of a slow swimmer.

I jogged up to Luke, who was coming out of the lake. I pulled him aside, bringing him down to my level.

"What was that." I whispered exasperatedly.

"Well you said you felt bad that I had to fake this. To be truthful, not much of this is faking for me. Is it for you? Do you wanna keep this a fake thing?" His finger gestured between us. My brows furrowed at the question.

*Of course not.*

"Are you sure?"

"How many times are you gonna ask me that." He laughed, bringing me into another kiss.

*This is going to be quite the story to tell people.*

[iwoulddieforkeanureeves]

Fortune Favors The Kind Part 2 (John Wick x Reader)

Part 1: https://iwoulddieforkeanureeves.tumblr.com/post/185553274864/this-is-like-a-mentorjohn-x-youngreader

After John finished up his business with the Tarasov clan you both fell into a routine. You been living with him for about a month now, and had been taking care of the adorable grey pitbull John had picked up. It had taken you a while to get used to living in the suburbs, John told you it wasn't very friendly to stare down the neighbors while walking the dog. So you slowly adjusted to being a bit more normal.

One thing you couldn't shake were the nightmares, you'd constantly have vivid dreams of figures from your old life snatching you up and forcing you back into that Russian safehouse, back to those grueling tasks they made you do. The thoughts made you shudder. Whenever you woke up from one of these, you had trouble going back to bed, so you'd opt to take the dog out for a walk if he was up. This morning was one of those mornings. You had just come home from an early morning walk with the dog, and decided to watch some TV before John woke up. You sat on the couch scratching behind the pitbull's ear as you watched TV, seeing all the ads reminded you of the first day you stayed with John, he took you shopping for new clothes.

~

You had stuck to him like glue, never having been to a mall before the sheer quantity of people put you on edge. Your eyes were constantly darting about as you looked over all of the pedestrians and the various shops. You were wearing one of John's shirts, which was quite large on you, and a pair of Helen's old pants. It made John's stomach churn a bit, having to touch or move Helen's things, as he hadn't touched them since she passed, but there was no way you'd fit into his pants, and he wasn't going to bring you out in public with the slinky party dress you had on the night he had met you. He could sense your unease and gently laid his arm around your shoulder, calmly he spoke, "(Y/N), you're safe here, just take a deep breath and try to look for some clothes you'd like to wear." He led you into a simple clothing shop. "Pick out whatever you'd like, just make sure you grab stuff you need too."

You took a deep breath, giving him a shaky smile as you tried to push all the negative thoughts out of your head. "Okay." You said, beginning to sift through the racks upon racks of clothes, you grabbed a few pairs of jeans and leggings, as well as some nice shirts and some undergarments too. You came to his home with practically nothing. You enjoyed the freedom of being able to stroll about the place without fearing for your safety, and enjoying the feeling of the various textiles across your skin as you browsed. You walked back up to John, holding the clothes in your hands.

After you had checked out, you had both realized you were starving, and went to the food court. After you had settled in and began slurping down your lo mein, John pulled out a small bag from the shop you were just in that you failed to notice earlier. You perked up, "What's that?" You slurred through your mouth full of noodles.

John chuckled at your antics, and pulled out a pair of earrings. They were very pretty, they were silver hoops with a small gemstone dangling down the center. "I saw these in there and thought you might like them." He said simply.

You smiled, taking the earrings into your hands and looking them over. "Thank you so much John, you've done so much for me you didn't have to get th-"

He cut you off with a raise of his hand, "Please, (Y/N), it's not a problem. You deserve something nice."

~

You hadn't taken them off since that day. You instinctively moved your hand up to touch your earlobe, feeling the cool metal of the earring brush against your fingers. You began flipping through channels, unable to find anything interesting to watch.

You heard the sound of footsteps and water running upstairs, signaling John was up and moving. You decided to give up on finding something interesting to watch and instead went over to the coffee pot, brewing some for the both of you. The one stereotypical teen girl phenomenon you did adhere to was loving a good cup of coffee.

John came down stairs, water beading on the ends of his long hair. He saw you had made coffee and his eyes brightened a bit. He walked over and poured himself a cup, the pitbull happily trotted up to John as he was pouring. He leaned down and gave him a scratch before filling up his food dish. After taking a sip, John broke the silence, "Are you hungry?"

Your stomach answered for you, growling a bit, your face flushed, a bit embarrassed. John chuckled softly, "I take that as a yes, you like eggs?" He asked, opening the fridge and shuffling through its contents. John usually didn't keep much in the fridge, but ever since you started living here he was much better about keeping a healthier stock of food. No more living off of coffee, toast, and 79 cent noodles.

You nodded, "Yeah, can I help you cook?" You offered, setting your drink down and walking into the kitchen. John gave you a soft smile and began handing you some items from the fridge.

John helped you start frying the eggs, giving you little tips and tricks along the way. Like that you don't have to worry about flipping the egg if you put a lid on top and steam it. "You're doing great, kiddo." He said as began frying bacon in the pan next to yours. You couldn't help but smile, it was so nice having a positive figure in your life. Someone who was willing to guide you without judgement or ulterior motives. The smells of bacon wafting into your nose made you smile, you loved breakfast. You hadn't had a real home cooked breakfast in a long time, and you had missed it.

Eventually, the two of you had made your plates and were eating at the kitchen table, it was quiet for a moment as you both began eating. The food was delicious, you were happy you didn't end up breaking any yolks. John tossed a small piece of bacon to the pitbull eagerly circling his feet. John spoke up, causing you to look away from your plate. "Y'know, before Helen passed away, she had always wanted kids." He said softly, your eyes drifting to one of the photos of Helen and John on the walls. Your heart ached, John had told you about how wonderful Helen was, and you could tell his love for her.

You got what he was implying, John had practically become your father. He was your main caretaker and made sure you were clothed and fed and taken care of. "You would've been an excellent dad, John." You took a sip of your coffee. "You practically are." You said the last part much softer, looking into your mug rather than at his face.

John smiled, "God, (Y/N). She would've loved you." He said proudly, looking across the table at you. You were about to say more, but before you could, the doorbell rang.

For most people, this wouldn't be a problem, but for you and John, it was odd. The sound of it was almost haunting, the hollow ring echoing in the front hall. Your eyes widened, you hardly had visitors here, considering the house was tucked away on a hill, so this was unusual. You were about to get up and peek out the window, your fork held like a weapon in your hand, but as you stood up John gestured that you sit back down, eyes glued to the door. You slowly went back into your seat, setting your fork back down. The hairs on the back of your neck were standing up, you knew whatever was on the other side of that door couldn't be good.

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[jdmainman123]

Why I'm glad you guys would ask yacht fish here for the last 3 years I've been visiting cities in snow and doing favors for black hair whites into attempt to make a family again against me while trying to make me jealous of his white daughter

Here's the best part he's trying to build another family against my yacht and thankfully his dead n***** daughter family resides out of Las Vegas and only sends n****** I guess they they make n****** for other cities is what they tell me

To send out into the world I don't I don't know why it's kind of f****** weird to me like I thought people sleeping babies and food?

I just wanted to brag that that f****** cracker wants me up and I see to try and break my heart with the white hair girls Z AND I KNOW IN SUNLIGHT CITY WE LOOK DOWN ON THAT BEHAVIOR

Yeah because blood all they know up there is blood and I'm not going to engage and going up there ever since I got back 24/7 the satellite has repeated snow which I am naming all my white babies now just in case when you n****** come into my neighborhood

And a 24/7 the n****** are talking about the beach

You know I just got sick of the picture up there in the snow the covid of what all the white hair girls said on the integration in antecedent and then black hair white son I WOULDN'T TELL ME IT WAS COMING OUT OF HIM AND OUT OF HIS PEOPLE

Sort of like embarrassing and shame and when I found out I started laughing and I bought a ticket and headed out there and said you know what this f****** loser just wants to hurt my feelings with skin with clean skin

Yes it's about feeding again I come to the airport and do my part and I feed the people and he wants to use clean skin and clean p****

And today is not today I'm going black so I'm going to hang out here in sunlight City and then make fun of that n***** daughter of yours and not worry about some dead white trash girl because even with me with a joke on the tip of my tongue if that white hair girl comes around the corner she's going to get her face smashed in and I'm anticipating when they're going to let this little black skin dog out the little Pitbull to start beating this little white hair girl's face in

Yeah one phone call to snow was my reference

I'd rather sit down here and just take aim at it and just enjoy my time and sunlight City and not worry about some white hair whites came in running around the airport saying that n***** daughter is dead and I have the best white white hair white skin daughter

So I'm just bragging a little bit f****** piece of s*** trash and snow and of course they took a lot of the cities and states off of the map anticipating that this would happen but unfortunately I'm not heading into New Mexico and hanging out those f****** n****** and it seems like the only thing other than that is Mexico Mexico

Of course I am boycotting LAX 3/4 because that's one of the n****** stronghold I'd rather be in New York honestly but I can't compete with that computer today I've been out here for too long I've been sick for too long and it seems your agenda in making the intimidated and making fun of me has the only reference of me going to the bathroom and being sick everyday

And I'll take my chances down here and we'll figure it out what's the city I just need to look at the map at the station and find a familiar name that way when we engage in socialism we can bring up the fact that all these n****** are coming from Las Vegas trying to get trying to recruit babies to be sent to the beach to be killed and then they want us to talk about Las Vegas socially

And again if you guys are not talking about Hawaii beach or Washington Beach or Chicago Beach or Colorado Beach

I'm going to murder you and your daughters for free cuz you guys are cowards you guys are baby killers and I can't imagine how hard it is for a baby to come from sunlight City and be sent to Las Vegas to be murdered and I don't want to participate and engage

So I'm doing this one for the babies

[itoshit]

Well, you should know Vee... I didn't really mean that. I was just demanding you not to protest and let me fill you up with my cum. Pondering if I should keep talking, I decided on doing so.

I'm not... I wouldn't be a good father anyway, not now, never. I don't plan on having kids, they would live a horrible life with me by their side.

Why are you saying that? We never know who-

But I do. Chuckling while putting some soap in my palm and reaching Vee's hair, massaging her scalp, I resumed my sentence.

It's not sad nor pitiful, it's the reality. Maybe I would have been someone worth the shot if you met me years ago, but I'm not anymore. And I'm fine with it too.

Her look gave it away for her, and I smiled before kissing her lips quickly.

Don't look at me like that, Vee. You already got me wrapped around your finger.

True.

Chuckling, I washed her body after applying the soap all over it, and rinsing her hair and her skin with the hot water; I washed my dark hair quickly.

Can you walk? Caressing her naked legs, without lewd intentions, I rested my chin on her shoulder.

I don't think I can go shopping today, Manji'.

Then I'm gonna take you out for dinner. You can consider it a date if you want to.

After drying ourselves with Vee's towels, we lied down on her bed, her between my legs. It was only 5 pm anyway. I called the restaurant to book a table beforehand; it wouldn't be before 9 pm.

What d'you wanna do until the evening?

Vee did look a bit tired and I had something in mind.

We could stay here?

Hmm, I need to run some errands. I'm coming back before 7 pm alright? Sleep a bit if you want baby.

Vee was already half asleep, and I smiled at the sight. Kissing her a few times before heading to the bathroom, I closed the door.

She marked me well, and I snorted at the view. Sanzu would make fun of me tomorrow. Splashing some water on my face, I pulled my gun back in my holster, picked my car key up and left Vee's house.

Instead of going directly to my car, I made a small detour and knocked on her neighbour's door.

Waiting patiently for him to open it, I looked around.

Yes may I help- oh! You're Vee's boyfriend?

Scoffing at him, I clenched my fist.

Vee? Buddy, you just saw me fucking my girl. Don't play innocent with me.

He had a smug smile on his face, probably not aware of what I was actually capable of doing.

Yeah, I did. But I'm sure I could make her cum faster than you, buddy. Relying on the fact that you're not very tall, I doubt you're big anywhere else.

Smiling at him, silence between the two of us, I patted his shoulder.

Yeah look Luke.

It's Paul and-

Punching him in the face, I didn't wait for him to react before throwing another blow, blood already tainting my knuckles. Pulling him to me by the collar and pinning him against the wall, one arm choking him, I took my gun out, pressing the barrel against his head.

Don't tempt me, Luke. You're nice, worrying about Vee's pleasure. But I can assure you I treat my girl well. So good in fact that she even asked for more earlier. Don't push my buttons, yeah?

You're fucking sick.

His nose was bleeding profusely.

I know. You should go to the hospital, your nose must be broken.

Wiping his blood on his shirt, I was about to leave before turning rapidly, something in mind.

Also. Don't call her Vee again.

Whistling on my way to my car and swirling the keys around my index, I checked my fist.

No blood, good.

Checking my GPS, I opened the map while sitting in the driver seat. Starting the engine, after finding what I was looking for, I drove away.

After thirty minutes driving around Tokyo and parking, I entered the shop, the small mewls attracting my attention.

Good afternoon, Mister, what can I do for you?

Hm. I was searching for a pet.

Oh! For you?

No, my girlfriend. Looking around, I couldn't help the small smile and the warm feeling from escaping my body when I saw all the puppies and kittens moving their tails happily at me.

A kitten or a puppy then?

Puppy.

Okay, come with me. After checking the different breeds, I made my choice. This one. Motioning the small dog with my chin, I picked it up, and the puppy was already snuggling close to my neck, small barks coming out from its mouth. Ooh you're cute.

It is isn't it? Your girlfriend will be happy, trust me. Pitbulls are perfect to defend their owner too!

Yeah, whatever, I'm bringing this one with me.

After paying all the charges and filling in all the useless and boring papers required for the transaction, I left the place with the small puppy in my arms. Putting it on my lap, I patted it for a while, smiling a bit.

If Vee doesn't want to keep you, you'll stay with me, buddy.

-Mikey

Mikey put me straight to sleep. I didn’t even realize how tired I was until he gave me room to breathe. I woke up to an empty bed and extremely sore legs. I groaned internally, already knowing I was swollen. Forget shopping— it’d be a miracle if I could even move at all after today.

I certainly wasn’t going to try, staying in bed and cursing Mikey’s name for fucking me (up) like this. All because of a neighbor and his cute little kitten. With nothing to do but lie there and wait for him, I thought back to what he said earlier in the shower. Him not wanting kids didn’t bother me as much as his reasoning did. He truly believed he was cursed. That he couldn’t even dream of having nice things in the future because he didn’t deserve them. I hated that.

I hated it so much tears stung the back of my eyes. I loved Mikey, and I hated that he’d never fully believe he deserved it.

What had broken him?

The thoughts didn’t even have the chance to stay long enough to make me cry, fizzling out the second I heard my door open.

Vee? Mikey’s voice came out distant. He was probably brushing his feet off.

Here! I shouted back, hearing the door click shut. A few minutes later his head popped through the door, a smile on his face as he stared at me.

You haven’t moved since I left?

I just woke up, I defended myself. And don’t laugh it’s your fault I’m so sore. Take responsibility.

I did. S’why I got you something.

I looked at him warily. What is it?

He grinned, standing fully in the doorway now, hands behind his back like he was hiding something. I squinted. Is this a bomb?

Better, he said and brought his hands out to the front of him. I gasped. In his hands was the cutest pit bull puppy I’ve ever seen in my life, light brown coat sleek on their tiny body, and a patch of white on their underbelly. The little fella was licking at Mikey’s hands, tail wagging when he saw me. Bark! First I blinked. Bark! Then I cried.

Manji. I started swiping at my eyes. You’re not pranking me right? You’re serious?

He nodded and I just started crying when he held his hands out and allowed me to take the puppy from him. The baby (which I quickly found out was a boy) was super affectionate, squirming all in my hands trying to lick me. I laughed through tears as his tongue reached all across my cheek, all while Mikey watched us with a smile on his.