#okay!! I’m feeding my cat his dinner!!!

[housederiva]

So I didn’t go to bed last night right? And it’s currently almost 5pm (which means it’s time to feed my cat his dinner please don’t let me forget) and I’m sitting here ranting to myself like I’m putting together my own Pepe Silva board with thoughts for my Rook in the tragic super cool backstory I wanna make for them

I do not recommend this strategy of brainstorming as I have made three separate cups of coffee, set them down, and completely forgot about them throughout the last several hours

[pucked-bunnie]

wedding dates & unwelcome surprises ⎜j.hughes

pairings: jack hughes x reader genre: fluff warnings: mentions of shitty exes and family ⎜mild fighting?⎜sassy jack⎜ synopsis: it's the first time you're bringing your boyfriend home to meet your family, as a date to your sisters wedding - you didn't know your ex was going to be a plus one. word count: 3.3k authors note: this was requested...kinda. Anyway enjoy and requests are open. (unedited)

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“Do you think they’ll like me?” Jacks question breaks the almost silence of the car, one hand sitting on the steering wheel, the other latched with yours on your lap. 

“Hmm?” You question, turning your eyes away from the passing trees to the man sitting besides you, his knuckles white as he grips the leather wheel. 

“Your family.” He explains, “Do you think they’ll like me?” He questions again, his words making you sputter as your mouth falls open. 

“Jack Hughes darling of the hockey world, every teenage fans wet dream, is worried that my family won’t like him?” You exclaim in confusion, a light smile on your face as he shakes his head, moving to pull his hand from yours. “No, I’m kidding.” You yelp, tightening your grip on his, settling your joined hand back in your lap, your other hand coming to cup over his.

“Jack, you’re letting them use your lake house for a rehearsal dinner and you paid for my sister's honeymoon - even if they didn’t like you they’re not gonna bite the hand that feeds them.” You begin, reaching one hand to sweep a loose strand of hair behind his ear, smiling at him softly when he glances your way. 

“They will love you, I’ve never seen my family so excited to meet someone before.” You can see some of the tension released from his shoulders as he nods, the car pulling into the ridiculously long driveway of the lake house, more than twenty cars already parked around the house. 

“I hope you’re ready for chaos, cause this is going to be like pulling teeth.” You mumble as he stops the car besides your mothers recognizable three door. You finally release his hand before unbuckling your seat belt, sliding out of the car with a long sigh, smoothing out the baby blue fabric of your sundress. 

Your sister had insisted on pastel attire to be worn over the weekend, her wedding had to give ‘spring fairy vibes’ is exactly what she had put into the email she sent out. Jack made his way around the front of the car, his hand immediately stretching out towards yours, making grabby motions towards you. 

You obliged him, reaching your hand forwards into his, your palms slipping against each other as your hands squeezed together. “Do I look okay?” He asks and you nod, Jack had been adamant about matching as much as possible this weekend, knowing it was something you enjoyed, a light blue linen shirt was tucked into his cream colour slacks, both of you in a pair of brand new white tennis shoes. 

“You look great, and they’re going to adore you.” You reassure him, taking in a big breath as you push open the front door to the lake house, the familiar interior putting the two of you a little more at ease. 

The two of you stroll into the large house keeping your eyes peeled for the bride and groom, hoping to say quick congratulations to them before being swept into conversation with the rest of your family. 

“Well look what the cat dragged in.” A voice says from the kitchen as the two of you enter the room, your sister standing at one of the charcuterie boards, her fiancee close by her side as they both send you large smiles. “You’re only thirty minutes late.” She grumbles, placing her plate on the bench before rushing forwards, her arms embracing you quickly. 

Jack releases your hand as you return your sister's embrace, “It’s good to see you.” You hum, hugging her tightly, the two of you releasing as you move over to hug your soon to be brother-in-law. 

“And you must be Jack.” You sister coos, standing back with one hand propped on her hip as she glances over your boyfriend. His eyes shoot to yours quickly before returning to your sister, his hands clenched by his side as he waits for her to say something. 

“Gracie, leave the poor boy alone.” Your brother in law says quickly, patting you on the shoulder as he shoots you an approving grin. 

“Oh who am I kidding, you are a savior, Jack.” You sister steps forwards wrapping her arms around Jack in a friendly hug, squeezing him once more before releasing him and returning to her partner's side. 

“I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done for the two of us.” Jack tries to wave off the thanks with a shake of his hand. 

“Please don’t thank me- it was your sister's idea, I just coughed up the money.” Jack jokes, before quickly adding, “It’s really not a big deal, I hope the two of you enjoy the trip.” Your sister glances between you and Jack with a smile before a gasp escapes her, your eyes catching on a familiar face in the backyard of your boyfriend's lake house, a short blonde attached to his side. 

“So there was a bit of a hiccup with the invitations.” Your sister begins and you feel your stomach drop. “We sent Jess an invitation and forgot to remove the plus one option. We were honestly hoping she just wouldn’t respond and we could avoid the whole thing.” Your sister twirls her engagement ring nervously around her finger as she follows your gaze.  

“We didn’t even know they were still together.” You brother in law adds quickly, his gaze dropping to the ground quickly as you glare over at him.  Jack watches the encounter in confusion, his gaze following yours as he glances over at the man standing talking with who he recognises to be your mother. “I’m really sorry.” Your sister adds, your head shaking quickly. 

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not like they almost ruined my life or anything.” Your sister grimaces at your words, her mouth opening to say something, falling closed as Jack shakes his head quickly

“Why don’t we meet the two of you guys outside, I’m really digging the spread you’ve got out.” He says quickly, giving your sister an easy out, the soon to be married couple rushing out of the kitchen as Jack pulls you over to the fruit platter. He silently grabs you a plate placing your favourite on the light pink plastic.

“I’m waiting for you to explain what was going on inside of your pretty little head.” He says with a clearing of his throat, turning to lean against the counter as you lean against the marble, glaring at the fridge in front of you. 

“Jess is my cousin.” You begin, jack nodding intently, popping a grape into his mouth, “She fucked my boyfriend three years ago, right before we met actually. Josh and I lived together at the time, apparently they had been having an affair for months before he broke it off with me.” You take in a deep breath as you add, “I only found out when I got home to all my shit packed in bags and her shoving their engagement ring in my face.” Jack chokes at you’re bland delivery of the biggest betrayal he had ever heard in his life. 

He smacks against his chest a few times, trying to swallow down the remainders of the fruit stuck in his throat. “What the fuck.” He exclaims as soon as his throat is cleared. 

“Trust me that’s not even the worst part.” You laugh humourlessly, dropping your gaze to the floor. “After he had put all my belongings into garbage bags and as he was evicting me from my own apartment he shared some hard truths with me.” Jack nodded slowly, his heart dropping as he waits for you to finish. “He said he could only ever be with me when he had a few.” 

Jack paused before asking, “you’re fucking with me, right?” 

You shake your head, a bitter laugh bubbling from your chest, quickly adding “he even said he loved Jess more than me because she was smaller because she made him feel more masculine.” Jack watches you cautiously as you let out a shaky breath, turning your face up towards him with a sad smile. 

“I had to live with a friend for weeks cause I had nowhere else to go, she helped me find my apartment in the city, and then I met you so it wasn’t all bad.” You say taking a big bite of a strawberry Jack hands you. 

“I understand why you’re so upset.” Jack responds and you shake your head, placing the scrap of your strawberry on the plastic plate. 

“It’s not like I have feelings for him or anything and I couldn’t care less about her but sometimes it’s nice to have a little warning before you go face to face with two assholes who hurt you.” You explain and Jack nods, reaching out to smooth two hands up and down your arms. 

“You really dated a guy called Josh?” He questions, a shit eating grin spreading across his face, “That’s like the douche-ist name out there.” He adds and you let out a sarcastic chuckle, grabbing a grape off his plate and lobbing it at his face. 

“That’s a lot coming from a dude called Jack.” You roll your eyes as his smile grows, his finger pointing at you in approval. 

“Touché.” He says quickly, his hand lacing with yours again, his lips pressing a soft kiss against your hair as he whispers, “Let’s go pull some teeth out.” 

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“So Jack you’re an athlete?” You seventy year old aunty asks as she leans forwards in her seat he hand placed gently on Jack’s arm, her eyes moving over him in a frenzy. Jack had been more than patient throughout the afternoon. 

After another very warm welcome from your mother, the two of you mingled with the rest of your family, many of them curious about Jack’s career choice. “Aunt Shel, we’re just going to go grab some refreshments, would you like anything?” You question as you stand from the table, reaching down to lightly pull Jack’s arm from her grip, her head shaking in answer to your question as she moves her attention to someone else further down the table. 

“Thank you.” Jack groans as he lets you drag him over to the drink table, his arms wrapping around your waist as he hovers behind you, watching as you pour two cups of lemonade. His head resting on your shoulder as you sip from your cup, his gaze shooting to your right as your body tenses, a high whine of a laugh sounding besides the two of you. 

“Oh my, babe look who’s here.” Jack watches as your head turns slowly, a fake bitter grin on your face as you turn the rest of the way to greet the short blonde. 

“Jess… I didn’t know you’d be here.” Your voice is close to a hiss. Jack’s eyebrows raise in surprise as he watches the once over you give the smaller girl, turning to the man that steps up to her side, your name falling out of his mouth as glances over you and the man whose arms are still wrapped around you. 

“Well when we got the invite in the mail I was just so excited, I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” Jack covers a laugh as he watches your cousin reach out to pat your arm, your body tilting so you remain just out of reach. “And Josh was saying how much he missed spending time with our family.” Jack winces as Jess uses the word ‘our’ his gaze finally flickering over to the man standing besides your cousin. 

Josh was a pretty average looking guy for the most part, he and Jack were around the same height, Josh having a close shaved buzz cut to contrast to Jack's quickly growing hair. Jack listens half heartedly to Jess’s rambling, his gaze settled on Josh, the man shifting from foot to foot under the scrutiny of your boyfriend's glare. 

“Oh, and I don’t think we’ve been introduced yet.” Jess finally turns her attention to the man standing behind you, his gaze shifting slowly from your ex to your flirtatious cousin. 

“Oh, I don’t think introductions are needed.” Jack's voice is sharp as he frowns down at the woman, your gaze turning up at him in surprise, his arms moving from around your waist to stand fully beside you, his hand sliding down your arm, his fingers tangling with yours. “I’ve heard more than my share about you.” He says motioning with your joined hands to Jess before adding, “Both of you.” 

“Oh all good things I hope.” Jess giggles leaning into the man besides her, his face set in a frown as he shakes her off, glancing back at you. 

“Not even close.” Jack responds. 

The silence is thick and Jess’s eyebrows furrow trying to understand what Jack is saying, Josh’s frown deepens as he understands right away. 

“Well on that note, I think we have some more mingling to do, please excuse us.” You interrupt, tugging on Jack's hand as you begin to walk back towards the house. 

“Actually…” You hear Josh call out from behind you, your steps pausing as you wait to hear what he’ll say, “I was hoping we might be able to have a little talk?” 

“Bunny, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Jack whispers in your ear, lifting your hand to press gentle kisses to your knuckles. 

“I know.” You whisper back softly, before turning back around to face your ex. “What do you need to say?” You ask and he looks between his fiancé and you with wide eyes. 

“Perhaps we can talk in private?” He asks and you shake your head. “At least can we leave the group?” Josh asks and you look around at the large amount of your family, gathered around the incredibly long table in the center of the backyard. 

“Fine.” You agree, pointing to a tree a few meters away from the group. He nods, beginning to mumble something to the blonde besides him who bounces off happily to the rest of the family, you turn to Jack who just nods silently, his face serious as he glances over to your ex. 

“I’ll be right here if you need anything.” He grumbles, pressing a kiss to your hairline before releasing  your hand, watching as you stomp over to the tree where your ex is already waiting. You glance over your shoulder once more at Jack, his reassuring smile giving you a hit of confidence. 

“Let’s get this over with.” You snarl as you lean one shoulder against the tree, looking Josh up and down with disdain. 

“You seem happy with him.” Josh says quietly, your frown deepening as you wait for him to get to the point. “I doubt he knows you like I do though.” Your lips pull tight as you grimace, watching as Josh’s body relaxes a little, joining you in leaning against the tree, a little too close. 

“No he doesn’t” You speak, adding “He knows me better, and frankly the person you think you know isn’t me anymore.” You take in a deep breath as you push off the tree. “Why are you even here, Josh? Jess is a ditz so I can understand why she wouldn’t have considered the possibility of not coming but you are unfortunately smarter than that. So why did you come?” 

“I came to apologise. I feel horrible—” 

“Wrong, try again.” You interrupt, your arms crossing against your chest. “You know what, I actually don’t care.” You laugh, looking over the man once more before taking a step back, “Despite the way you hurt me, I’m happier now then I could’ve imagined and you should be too. I mean you’re getting married to the girl you thought was better then everything I could give you so I’m going to go and be happy with someone who is better then everything you gave me.” 

You turn to make your way back to the party, your eyes locking with Jacks as a large hand grips your wrist pulling you back towards him, Josh’s hands on your shoulders turning you around to face him. “I didn’t say we were done here.” 

“We are definitely done here, get your grubby hand off me.” You hiss back, your body trying to pull from his grip, his hand tightening on your shoulders. 

“I told you I’m not done.” Josh growls again, your hands finally managing to free yourself from his grip, your body stepping back as he reaches for you again. 

“This was done a long time ago, buddy.” Your body jumps as Jack's hands land on your waist, pulling you behind him as he steps up towards your ex. Josh looks over Jack's shoulder trying to gain your attention once more, your boyfriend rolling his eyes, his hands raising to shove against Josh’s chest. 

“Doesn’t feel so good when it’s happening to you, does it?” Jack grumbles as he shoves at Josh again, your hand reaching out to grab hold of his shirt, tugging on it softly. 

“Jack let it go.” You whisper, tugging again to pull him back to you. “Jack, seriously it’s fine.” 

“No, it’s not fine.” Jack says, his voice firm as he turns towards you, “It’s not fine that you have to suffer through looking at his stupid face while he prances around a wedding dinner he wasn’t even directly invited to. It’s not fine that he thinks he can be a dick and get away with it. And it’s definitely not fine that he thinks he can put his hands on someone.” Jack is breathing heavily, his frustrations evident on his face as your family slowly makes their way over to your small group, wondering what the yelling is about. 

“I’m okay.” You whisper, reaching out to touch his cheek lightly, your thumb rubbing against the soft skin, as his breathing settles, his hand coming up to cup over yours. 

“Jack’s right.” Your sister says quickly, “You need to leave.” She directs her comment with a glare at your ex, your family glaring at the man standing on his own besides the tree. 

“No, Gracie you can’t do that, how am I meant to get home?” Jess questions pushing out of the group to stand besides her fiancee, the ring on her finger glinting in the sun. 

“You can both go.” You sister says before adding, “neither of you are welcome at the wedding tomorrow and frankly I’ll be surprised if you get invited to any family events in the future.” You step closer to Jack, his arm bushing yours as you watch your brother in law step up besides your sister, insisting that they leave immediately.

“We’re gonna go too.” You say quietly to your sister as she turns away from the unwelcome couple, the two of them arguing as they trudge back to the house. “I think we both need a little recharge before the party tomorrow.” You continue, giving your sister a tight hug. She nods, making you promise to be at the hotel at seven in the morning on the dot to help her get ready. 

You bid quick farewells to the rest of your family, your mum squeezing Jack extra tight, making him promise to return for every family get together. 

“I felt quite masculine back there if I do say so myself.” Jack teases as you walk to the car, your hands twined together swinging between the two of you. 

“Don’t even start with that.” 

“Are you really okay?” He asks as you both get into the car, his eyes searching your face as you let out a gentle grin. 

“More than okay, my macho man boyfriend stood up for me.” You respond, Jack letting out a groan at your choice in words. “Maybe I should change your name on my phone.” You tease Jack, snatching the device from your hands as you pull it from your bag. 

“Please no.” He whines, tucking the phone under his leg as he starts the car. 

“It was kinda hot seeing you get all macho like that.” 

“Dear god, this is going to be a long drive.”

[ecstarry]

@rosekillermicrofic / hurt / 340 words / @fromagony @godsofwoes @star4daisy

“Ouch! It hurt you asshole!” Evan turned around and saw that the person screaming was Barty. And fuck his cat not only escaped from his box, he had just attacked his fucking supervisor. 

“Don’t talk to Christ like that,” Evan tried to joke about in a nervous tone. He picked his cat up and returned him to his improvised bed. 

“You named your fucking cat Christ!?” Barty questioned with a laugh. Evan stopped to actually look at him and saw that he didn’t seem that bothered over Christ scratching him.

“Jesus just felt too overused,” He joked and felt a loud sigh escape him as Barty once again laughed at his comment. 

“Well, Christ over here attacked me.”

“If you weren’t trying to play with his tail maybe he would’ve been nicer.”

“You know we aren’t supposed to have pets here, Evan.” Barty gave him an apologetic look. Evan had worked enough with him to know that he wanted to let it go, but he was hesitant. Barty needed this job as much as Evan and if his boss caught them Barty would get reprimanded. 

“I know, I know… He just is never alone and my sister was going to be gone the whole day, and I’m sorry he attacked you but he’s usually really nice-”

Barty’s eyes softened and he smiled gently at Evan as he patted his shoulder, “Okay… I’ll keep my mouth shut yeah?”

Evan relaxed. “Thank you, boss.”

“Ugh, you know I hate it when you call me that,” Barty chuckled. “Go deliver the rest of the packages.”

Evan did as instructed and went about his day. When he returned to the warehouse he saw Barty kneeling in front of Christ’s box and feeding him from his hand. He could hear Barty’s baby voice saying unintelligible sweet things to his cat. Barty was, well, something truly special.

Evan got closer and kneeled next to Barty, “Come on, dinner’s on Christ and me.”

“You still owe me one, Evan,” Barty replied with a grin. 

“I know.”

[aikuse]

hello! I’m so happy to see more wind breaker content it feeds my fan girl soul. may I request suo hayato sleeping headcanons please? a million thanks if you do 🫶

-> sleeping angel | 708 words. gn!reader, really just fluffy nonsense.

author’s notes: i feel like this guy just doesn’t sleep, and he’s not a napper, so when he does nap/sleep, that mf is EXHAUSTED. it’s tiring telling white lies every day :/ LMAO, enjoy!

I have a strong feeling that Suo is not a big sleeper. He doesn’t really seem to get tired, and he’s always on alert even though he makes you seem like he’s not. It’s so hard to creep around him, because he’ll pop up with a smile on his face and a “where you going, darling?” falling from his lips.

He does sleep with you at night, of course, but you’ve noticed he spends more time staring up at the ceiling instead of curling up with you and falling asleep. His brain gears moving are so loud for you that you end up barely sleeping, too worried about him and what he could possibly be thinking about. You don’t comment on it at first, as its really not your place, but as your relationship gets more serious, you can’t help but ask.

“Why don’t you sleep with me at night?” you blurt out over dinner once. The silence that follows has your face reddening in embarrassment, looking down at your food to avoid Suo's gaze. When you do look back up, he’s staring at you with an appreciation that makes your heart flutter. He closes his eyes with a smile, his head slightly tilting to the side. “How did you notice?” he asks, and you sigh, your fork clinking against the plate as you lean back, arms folding across your chest. You didn’t want to tell him this, but he’s driven you to it, and you need to be honest; your sleep is being affected. “I can’t sleep with you thinking so loudly,” you say, gently, as if worried he’ll snap at you, “and I want to know what’s wrong. You know, so I can help you. It’s okay to ask, Suo.”

His eyes go wide, then, and the smile drops to an expression of shock. It’s almost like he didn’t know that you were up all those nights, because you hid it so well. That, or he was too busy thinking about himself, as usual. “I’m sorry,” he says, reaching across the table and grabbing your hand, “I just don’t sleep very well. I get nightmares and I don’t want to wake you up.” He looks genuinely upset that he’s wrecked your sleeping schedule, and that expression is something you can’t deny. You sigh, squeezing his hand. “Alright. But you need to start sleeping. I don’t care if you have nightmares, I’ll help you through them. I’m here to help you, okay? Please don’t forget that.”

His nightmares, you discover, are horrendous. He’s constantly sweating, cursing under his breath, twitching and squirming; but you’d rather him go through this than not sleep at all. You often curl around him, petting his hair and kissing his forehead, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. You know he can’t really hear you, but feeling him relax into you, eventually, is more rewarding than anything else. He doesn’t talk about the subject of them, and you don’t need to know; he’ll tell you when he wants to.

Now that he’s sleeping better with you, his nightmares not occurring every night the longer you snuggle with him and take care of him, he doesn’t nap much anymore. Although, sometimes you’ll find him on the couch, his phone at risk of falling out of his hand, a silly video of Sakura and Nirei playing on it. His gentle breaths fan against the hair falling into his face, and you brush it out of the way as you press a kiss to his forehead. He’ll smile in his sleep, too; he knows it’s you.

You have so many photos of him sleeping in odd positions when he does end up taking a nap; one of them is him curled up in a chair like a cat, another is him spread-eagled across the couch leaving a fraction of space for you to sit to watch a movie, and yet another is him sleeping on a bus with you, cheek pressed against the window, eyelashes flat against his cheeks. You rotate them with your phone home screen wallpaper; the Furin boys eventually take notice, but say nothing. Suo would have their heads if they did; you are his exception.

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[the-record]

CASUAL.

SUMMARY: you want all of her, but abby only wants a friend

PAIRING: college!fwb!abby anderson x reader

A/N: i hate this a little but this is for the person who wanted a casual fic under the abby tag this is for u 💋💋 ur genius bc yes i love abby&casual&chappell so yes here

my masterlist

‘ I’M JUST A GIRL THAT YOU BANG ON YOUR COUCH ’

abby: babyyyyyyyt

abby: when ate you cming overrrrrrtt

angel: when you’re sober!

abby: boooooooooooooooooo

angel: i can come over tomorrow, i work tn anyways

abby: fine

abby: miss u

angel: miss u too babes

“you’re still with her?” dina asks while she reads over your shoulder. “didn’t she ghost you and come back like nothing happened?”

your thumb locks your phone as you turn it over on your lap. “so?” you turn to face the brunette, “its nothing serious anyways.” you have to defend yourself against dina and her girlfriend, ellie, way too often.

“tell that to angel three weeks ago crying in my apartment.” ellie piped up. “we’re just trying to be good friends.”

dina wraps her arms around your shoulders as you turn back around. “exactly babes, we love you.”

“whatever.”

you’re both quiet. an artist you dont know sings soft words while crickets harmonize. abby’s fingers run up and down your bare back and yours tangle in her hair. usually, the girl has an ample amount of topics to bring up, but tonight the jar runs empty.

“what are we?” you question. abby’s hand slows before settling on your lower back, toying with the band of her boxers that you wear.

she sighs before answering, thinking about what to say. “friends?” you snort in response. “i don’t know, i told you i wasn’t ready for anything serious right now. you knew what you were getting into.”

you push off of her and sit up with a soft groan. her room is dark but you’re able to find the tee you wore when you came over. the girl reaches for your hand but you pull away.

“i’m going home for the weekend, if you want to come with.” she smiles when she sees one pull at your face first. “it’ll be fun, a couple days away to seattle? hm?”

you face the blonde, now propped up on her forearm, a tousled braid over her naked shoulder. you give in so easy. especially when her lips find yours.

angel: can someone feed alice for me this weekend?

dina: yea ofc

angel: thanks hon

ellie: why cant u? wya

angel: going out of town :)))

ellie: with?

dina: stop interrogating her babe

ellie: no no

ellie: angel who and where

angel: seattle

dina: with who

angel: werent u on my side????

ellie: BRO

ellie: NO CHANCE OMFG

dina: angel dont omf

angel: i didnt even say who??????????????

ellie: ur so guility

angel: and youre so illiterate “guility”

dina: so defensive holy shit

dina: omg u are going with her

angel: omfg get off my dick

ellie: u literally never listen dude

angel: says u

ellie: tf does that mean

angel: cat?

dina: angel wtf thats low

ellie: ykw

ellie: she literally has a new girl every weekend

ellie: you’re just another fwb girl and u know it

ellie: have fun in seattle.

angel: i will thx xoxo.

her dad is sweet, a surgeon as abby brags. you can tell they’re close. he is observant and does his best to make you comfortable. their home is cozy, fireplaces with incredibly old family photos on the mantle. her senior portraits are hung in the staircase. you learn a million and one things about her on the trip.

she loves blue. big hiker. could play board and card games all day. doesn’t love to smoke. she hasn’t changed her room since the 6th grade. they can make a mean chocolate chip cookie.

you learn one that stays in the front of your mind during breakfast, and lunch, and dinner, and the car ride home.

“this is all just casual right? you dont actually have feelings? okay good, as long as we’re on the same page.”

when you come home, ellie ignores you as she moves around cleaning the dinner mess in the kitchen. when dina asks how the trip was, you leave out one small part.

“it was great. we went on an amazing hike and her dad is so kind, i had a lot of fun.”

she offers dinner bur you kindly deny, saying you were tired from the drive and just needed sleep. she smiled and sent you off with a quick hug and an ‘i love you’.

you continue to see abby.

she’s softer and kinder after that weekend. she kisses gently and sweetly. she takes you out on dates. you call her name in the passenger seat of her truck in a field in the middle of nowhere. it’s different now.

you don’t tell dina or ellie.

abby’s name is brought up less when people gossip over who’s with who. you hear less of her rendezvous’ with other girls. less and less until it stops.

you ignore your feelings and enjoy the warmth of her while you still have the chance. her dad invites you back and you spend many weekends with the two, laughing and drinking wine on the couch. she sits behind you on the couch while you watch a cheesy rom-com, making fun of the cliches with you. many smiles shared and laughs sung.

your favorite sleep shirt stays at her place. her favorite hoodie is hung in your closet.

when you go out with her friends she drinks and teases you in front of them. your cheeks warm, you excuse yourself and she always finds you in the bathroom. an apology and kiss lead to more.

ellie slowly forgives you, you all hang out as friends again.

her dad says he thinks of you as his daughter.

abby says she thinks of you as a friend.

angel: we need to talk

abby: woah sounds serious lol

angel: yes it is to me

abby: yea, okay. ill be over tn?

angel: okay, lmk ill unlock the door.

abby: see u baby

angel: see u

abby knocks, she always does.

abby smiles and sits on the edge of your bed.

abby shakes her head when you start to talk.

you can’t do this anymore. “i’m done abby. we’re done.”

shes confused though, “what do you mean? i thought we have fun.”

and you do, shes not wrong. but you have fun as ‘friends’ and not lovers. you hold her as a friend. you kiss, and make love, and drink, and laugh, together, as friends.

“i told you i didn’t want a relationship!” she counters. abby stands and grabs your hands. “i wasn’t ready, you cant be mad at that.”

you smile and shake your head. “im not mad, im just over it. i want more. a label, a sense of security abby.” you sit and pull her down with you. “i dont want casual.”

when she leaves you finally open up to dina and ellie. they’re quiet, but its comfortable as you speak and they understand.

abby texts an apology that night and you react to it, a heart.

when she texts again you don’t answer.

‘ I HATE THAT I LET THIS DRAG ON SO LONG

NOW I HATE MYSELF ’

[fayes-fics]

Teacher Bridgerton

2k Celebration Masterpost

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Summary: Modern AU Benedict, primary school art teacher

Warnings: none... fluff, dad!Benedict

Word Count: 830

Authors Note: Last of my 2k follower celebration drabbles. This is for @guiltywaves with the prompt of art teacher Benedict (ask here). i had to end with some soft dad!Benedict, Unbetaed. Enjoy! <3

“Is this right, Mr Brid-etun?” a boy holds a piece of paper aloft, struggling to enunciate the last name a little, wiggling in his tiny chair.

“Daniel, this is art,” Benedict explains softly as he drops to kneeling next to the little boy. “There is no right or wrong; just whatever you want to draw, do that. And please call me Ben.”

The boy looks at him wide-eyed, almost suspicious. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am sure. I am your art teacher, remember?”

The boy nods solemnly and reaches across the low table for a crayon. 

“Fank you, Ben,” he murmurs, a little peek of tongue at the corner of his mouth as he draws an arc in bright green.

Benedict smiles at the little boy and then stands back up to survey the cheery art room filled with 5-year-olds, preoccupied with crayons and their imaginations. It never fails to make him happy when Reception Year has its lesson every Wednesday morning. And not just because of one very special person it contains.

He never saw himself as a teacher, but a 2-month volunteering stint at summer classes on a whim became a temporary placement the following term that somehow became a job. That was seven years ago—he has never felt more content.

“Uncle Ben, I drew a cat!” a voice pipes up proudly, and he turns around to see Mary Bridgerton beaming up at him, holding a picture of what could possibly be a cat. It's a bright purple circle with rather demonic-looking red eyes and lightning-bolt yellow whiskers.

“Mary, that's very… colourful,” he offers diplomatically, bending down to ruffle her hair. “But remember, I'm just supposed to be Ben at school; I'm Uncle Ben at home,” he whispers as his brother's youngest child taps a finger to her nose with a wink, her pretty brown eyes shining as if agreeing to safeguard some grand secret. 

“I want to draw a car,” Mary’s friend Lila sighs wistfully.

“You can do it, Lila. Here,” Benedict hands her a blue crayon. “Try with this. I can help if you get stuck. I’ll be right here. And look, it's blue, just like your Mummy’s car.”

Lila rolls her eyes. “Yes, I know, Daddy. I’m not colourblind like Uncle Colin,” she replies dryly, eliciting a peal of laughter from Mary. She is often far more mature than her years, and she is growing up so fast that sometimes it terrifies him.

“Lila!” he admonishes quietly. “Remember, you must call me Ben when we are at school! And Uncle Colin isn't colourblind; he is just clueless about how to dress himself,” Benedict adds with slight relish.

“But Mary just called you Uncle Ben,” Lila retorts, drawing a quite impressive version of a blue car for her age—Benedict's heart wells at the sight but schools his expression the best he can.

“It was a accident!” Mary pipes up, indignant.

“It’s okay, Mary,” Benedict soothes. “Just remember to call me Ben at school if you can.”

She agrees and returns to her art—starting on a quiet terrifying-looking green dog. 

_____

“Mummy, look!” Lila runs up to you as you walk in from work after a long day, the delicious scent of garlic and herbs greeting you as soon as the front door opens.

She is holding aloft a remarkable drawing of a blue car. Very much like the one you just climbed out of.

“That's wonderful, Lila!” you compliment as you drop your work bag and take the paper from her for a closer look, kissing her cheek before she runs back to the kitchen table excitedly.

You wander in after her, admiring her handiwork, to be greeted by your husband feeding your baby boy in his highchair as dinner simmers away on the hob.

“Somebody is taking after her Daddy,” you smile indulgently, leaning in to kiss his jaw as you watch his face light up with joy, seeing what you have in your hands. He turns his head to capture your lips instead.

“I am so ridiculously proud; she's my star pupil. That's bad to say, isn't it?” he confesses over your lips, grimacing slightly in an utterly enchanting way.

You chuckle, nuzzling his face, enjoying the slight rasp of stubble. “It's just fine, Mr Bridgerton. I do believe it’s okay to play favourites if the class contains your own daughter.” 

“I'm just glad she draws better than Mary,” he confesses, keeping his voice soft enough that Lila cannot hear.

“That bad, eh?” you laugh, dropping a kiss on your son's hair as he mashes banana into his own cheek, burbling happily.

“Stuff of nightmares,” he shudders, and you can’t help but giggle.

“Well, I'm certainly not telling Anthony,” you warn, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as his twine around your waist, pulling you into his comforting embrace. “Or Kate.”

“Yeah, me either; I’ll give Mary a gold star and lie at parents' evening,” he jests into your hair.

“Smart man, teacher Bridgerton.”

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[literatecowboy]

ALSO!! if I may ask for another fic if that's OK

Can we have König trying to deal with readers sphinx cat? He thinks it's creepy and ugly but she and her cat love König and he dosent have the heart to remove the cat every time he comes to cuddle on them while they're on the couch?

Hi, I loved this ask, it is super cute and I had fun writing it!! I hope you like it :) @polnareffsbouncybaraboobies

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“Schatz, I am home,” Konig called as he swung the door to your shared home open, hanging the keys to his car on the rack next to him. Your keys were gone, which made him frown - you’d had the day off that day. A meow drew his attention from the floor and he startled, looking down. 

Konig shivered. The little thing was so quiet and stealthy. One moment the spot beside him would be empty and the next Ramses would be there, clamoring for his attention. It, along with the little creature’s…nakedness…made him uneasy.

“Where is your mutter, Ramses?” he asked, carefully stepping around the sphinx as he attempted to rub against his ankles. The cat meowed again, eyeing the cabinet in the mudroom where the cans of wet food were kept. Konig felt relieved and retrieved one, hoping that this would keep the little thing away from him for just a bit. 

After feeding Ramses and changing from his military uniform into cozy sweatpants, Konig settled onto the couch and pulled his phone from his pocket. You’d texted him two minutes ago. 

[Hi love, are you home yet? I had to run some errands and I’m picking up pizza for dinner. I’ll be home in 15!]

{Ja. I have fed the cat.} He replied, reaching for the TV remote and letting his phone rest on his thigh. 

A light pressure on the back of the couch behind him made him whirl around, startled. Ramses meowed and stretched out a little naked leg, his claws flexing as he reached for his papa. Konig shuddered, tensing as the cat climbed onto his shoulder and rubbed his face against his hood. 

“Cat, please stop,” he whispered, sitting stock still and watching Ramses out of the corners of his eye. The cat purred and climbed down his chest to settle in his lap. Konig did his best not to touch the thing, not wanting to touch its skin with his bare hands. Ramses kneaded Konig’s sweatpants as if he were making biscuits, content. 

The door opened not long later and you came through the door smiling, pizza box in hand. Ramses leaped off of Konig’s lap to greet you and you crouched to pet him, kissing him on the head. Konig relaxed and sucked in a deep breath, visibly relieved. 

“Aw, were my boys snuggling?” you called out, hanging your keys next to Konig’s and setting the pizza box on the table as you leaned over to hug him. 

“Just a little. I do not know why he thinks I am interesting,” Konig admitted, lifting his hood to plant a kiss on your cheek as he did his best to tug you onto his lap. 

“Honey, I still have to take my shoes off,” you said, giggling and pushing him away gently. Konig sighed and released you, rising as you leaned down to untie your shoes. 

“I love you, schatzi,” he said, holding your hips as he brushed past you to grab drinks from the fridge.

“I love you too! How was work?” you asked as you got settled, setting your shoes on the rack and plopping down on the couch where Konig had sat. He rejoined you, bringing waters, and passed one to you as he sat down, stretching his arm out and around you. 

“Nothing of interest happened,” he admitted as you snagged the pizza from the coffee table, taking a piece for yourself before offering the box to Konig. 

“A boring day means you’re safe, so I’m okay with that,” you leaned your head against his shoulder as you ate, snatching the remote from the armrest and flipping through for a movie to watch. Konig chuckled and took a piece of pizza, leaning forward to set the box and your drinks on the coffee table. 

Ramses leaped up onto the couch beside him, crawling into his lap and sniffing at the pizza. Konig held it higher, away from the cat, and stiffened once more. This only made the kitty crawl up his chest, using one paw to lean up against Konig while reaching for the pizza with the other. Konig shivered. 

“Your son has no manners,” he grumbled, leaning as far away from the cat as he could. 

“He loves you, and you do so well with him!” you exclaimed, laughing as you finished your piece and scooped up Ramses so Konig could relax and eat in peace. 

“He looks like a raw chicken,” Konig said with a laugh, making you sock him lightly in the arm. 

“Koni, be nice, he’s your son too! We’re getting married soon, you can’t escape him!” you cried, laughing and hugging Ramses as he meowed in protest, squirming as he tried once more to go for Konig’s pizza. 

“I love you, schatzi, so I love him for your sake,” Konig murmured, watching the cat suspiciously as he ate. You laughed and set Ramses back on his lap, making him stiffen once again and lean away from the kitty, scrunching his nose and frowning under the mask. 

“Schatz, please take him off of me?” he practically begged, looking to you, eyes reflecting his plea for help. Ramses merely purred and curled up between Konig’s big thighs, closing his eyes. 

“He loves you, Koni. And I love you too,” you murmured, lifting his hood to kiss him softly. He smiled and shook his head softly, cupping your cheek in one large hand. 

“I will do anything for you, love, no matter how creepy this creature may be.”

“Koni!”

[cowpokeomens]

@honeytama I’m so glad u asked

VAMPIRE JOLLY AHHHHH MY CLIT EXPLODED-

Sorry sorry okay so 😔 vampire jolly 😔 you saw a listing for a “personal assistant” and like, you’re desperate, okay? It’s paying damn near six figures and you didn’t realize moving to the city meant your rent would be $1600 a MONTH for the most humble one bedroom apartment you’d ever seen in your life. Never mind your aging cat and her exorbitantly priced fresh food and medication- Anyways! You don’t love the idea but you can’t beat the money, and it says they’ll comp you for gas, so fuck it! You can try! You apply and the person who listed says they’d be happy to interview you over dinner, Nice!

Only it’s a swanky restaurant, nicer even than the place you went to for your high school graduation with that one not-quite grandparent who owns multiple boats. And suddenly you feel very underdressed in your discounted Old Navy attire- though you at least had the sense to not wear jeans, so that’s a win? Whatever! You go in, tell the maître d’ that you’re a guest of some J. Karlsson, and then you try to ignore the way his eyes widen in shock! You don’t like that at all! You certainly don’t like the way you’re whisked clear through the restaurant, past the patrons whose eyebrows raise at the sight of your $12 loafers that you totally didn’t score from Amazon, into a dimly lit and empty backroom.

Only, it’s not empty? There’s a lone figure, sitting at a small table, barren save for a glass of wine. The room is illuminated by a few candles on the table, and you’re immediately like “damn I’m about to be made into a lampshade :-/ someone pls feed Snowball her vitamins when I’m gone 🙏” but then the person looks up and!

Oh!

What the fuck!

Because he’s HOT. He’s devastatingly hot, it’s unfair how hot he is, it’s unfair that you’re wearing Spanx that are two sizes too small because they’re from your junior prom, it’s unfair that you’re here in a pair of Old Navy slacks that dig into said Spanx uncomfortably, its unfair that his hair is cascading around him like some kind of sexy chocolate waterfall and your hair just sits there like normal fucking hair, it’s deeply deeply unfair that when he surveys you from behind the rim of his wine glass you want to roll over and bare yourself to him like a bitch in heat! But the world is cruel, so you pull out the chair opposite of him awkwardly, slumping down into it and immediately gnawing on your lip in anxiety.

His eyes are drawn to the movement, so you stop, correcting your posture and trying to look like a real person! He looks away, and you think he might even be 🤨 trying not to laugh 🤨 which would be charming if you weren’t so nervous! You don’t know if you’re supposed to say something or if he is, but he solves the problem by extending a hand and saying “hello, I’m Joakim Karlsson.” And you’re not a wild animal, you shake his hand back and introduce yourself, but then you realize how fucking cold his hands are and you can’t stop yourself from blurting “iron pills help with that!! I used to have freezing fingers and toes, but then I started taking iron and-“ and then you see that he’s looking very amused, so you shut up, because he’s a grown man he probably knows about iron supplements you dipshit-

But then he’s like “I’ll have to give that a try.” And you’re like aha I am already the best personal assistant in the land!! A waiter blessedly comes over and fills your wine glass, and it smells much nicer than the boxed stuff you usually get, so much nicer than you’re beginning to wonder if you can even afford to try it-

“Go ahead. Dinner is on my bill.” And you don’t need to be told twice, grabbing the glass and taking a tentative sip before accepting that, yeah, this is way nicer than Franzia could ever be. Your eyes slide over to his glass, brows furrowing when you realize it looks a lot….. deeper than yours? Almost thicker.

He follows your trail of sight and says “different bottle. A bit… fresher.” And you nod because you don’t know shit about wine, and who are you to judge if he wants to get himself something nice!! You’re sure whatever he spent on this glass for you was probably spare change compared to what his preferences are. Wine got grosser the more expensive it was, right? Or something like that.

You forget what you were thinking of when he leans forward, elbows bent for his face to rest on his hands, eyes locking with yours. “You applied for the personal assistant position.”

And you are so smart, you even remember to nod!

His mouth twitches, like he’s fighting off a grin, as he continues. “Do you have a resume with you?”

You nod again, brilliantly. He gives you a meaningful look, waiting, and you realize he probably actually wants to see the damn thing. So you scramble to pull it out, handing it over unceremoniously, and your hands are totally not absolutely shaking! Not at all why would you say that-

“Any previous experience in this line of work?” His eyes are on the paper- the pink paper, you groan internally, because you somehow thought that adding a “personal flair” would compensate for lack of actual expertise when you printed it off at 3AM last night.

“Um, I worked in a secretarial position in college, and then I was in an office for a few years-“

“But not specifically in the realm of personal assistantships?” His eyes dart up to you once, quickly, before resuming their perusing.

You really do try not to deflate like a sad birthday balloon. “Well, not specifically, no.”

He nods, closing your poor little resume folder, setting it down on the table. “Can we speak candidly?”

And you’re like he’s literally going to tell me I am the stupidest dumbest person in the world and I should walk directly into oncoming traffic and also I held my wine glass wrong because I’m an idiot but then he says “I’m really prioritizing discretion over experience. To be frank, you’re not qualified for this position-“ and the air literally hisses out of you because you are the saddest birthday balloon in the grocery store right now- “and don’t look so sad, it’s fine. I don’t care that you’ve never fetched coffee for a living. But, I do care about my privacy.” And then he’s leaning in and you can smell him and you didn’t know people could smell sexy!!! But he smells sexy!!! Is this nosefucking?? Is that what’s happening?? It takes you a full second to realize he’s speaking again but you tune in to the best of your ability “… and I’m just not particularly inclined to have someone writing a memoir about working for me after they choose to pursue other passions. You understand, I’m sure.”

And yeah you understand what you heard so you nod again!! And then he’s cocking his head to the side slightly, staring you down with an intensity that makes your cheeks heat up and you pussy clench on thin air as he inhales deeply through his nose before nodding once. “A trial run, then. I’ll have the paperwork sent over tonight. Please take your time to read through it, and let me know if you have any questions or concerns.”

He’s standing up then (was he that tall this whole time?? You didn’t think so??), so you stand up too, reaching for your bag, but he’s waving you off with one hand as he downs his wine with the other. “Stay, finish your wine, order a meal. I have business elsewhere, but as I said- the bill is taken care of.” And he’s walking away, some waiter magically procuring his jacket out of thin air! But then he stops! Turns back to you! Says, “Don’t forget dessert. Thank you for your time, enjoy your evening.” And then he’s gone! Poof! And you’re like????? What?????? Anyways I guess I have to write this now.

[aleksa-sims]

RL Story

Liam had a nice day with D. & me... I think? I mean... our cat was not really pleased about the short Baby-visit, but well, the little man survived it. 😬

An hour after we arrived home, I got a call back from my doc. He said my results were fine, my Baby's fine. I shouldn’t worry. So we went out with Liam. I played with him in a water puddle next to a kids playground. Under that water puddle was a..... small fountain into the ground. I thought it was off.

But that... water-thing turned on, just as I was standing in that puddle with Liam. Of course I got wet. Daniel couldn't stop laughing, but I admit, it was funny.

Once we were back home, I took off my wet clothes. Daniel head back down to the supermarket to buy groceries. Liam slowly got hungry. Our little stinky started to cry. I didn’t have time to go up to the bedroom to change, so I ran around in my underwear almost all day long. To prevent Liam from starving, I gave him half a banana while I prepared his baby food. Only 5 minutes later Daniel was back. I asked him to help me with Liam, so I could prepare our food. But Daniel, he.......wanted something else, me! He got horny. Just because I was in my underwear. I mean, I didn’t mind. I was glad he... liked me. Still, it was odd. This morning he got out of my way. He barely spoke to me, but now suddenly, he can’t keep his hands off me? And secondly, we were not alone! But Daniel didn’t care.

I washed my hands. I stood with my back to him. I thought D. grabbed a spoon to feed Liam, instead he grabbed me. He kissed my neck & touched me, I got goose bumps. I just let him go on for a moment... I could feel, that he wanted me. But Liam was hungry, so D. let go of me and went to our little stinky.

As I was preparing our meal, I thought about us, our situation. I wondered, if I should talk to him? Ask him, what was wrong with him this morning?.... However, I decided to... simply let things run their course. 🤷‍♀️

After dinner, everyone was full & happy. I looked at them all three. My horny husband, the hungry, dirty baby and our jealous cat. I couldn’t believe it! I actually managed to satisfy them all 3. Me, the only girl in the round. 😁 Okay, I’m honest, Daniel helped me.

Liam that little stinky got totally dirty while eating. But agh, who cares? The main thing he had fun and felt comfortable with us. Only Lucky, our Cat, seemed to have something against Liam’s cheerful, curious mood of discovery. The little one crawled through our apartment. He opened all our drawers he could reach.

He really enjoyed it, until Lucky came along and decided to push Liam. The little one rolled to the side, but he didn’t complain, looking for another quiet corner in our apartment to poop.💩

After Liam took a dump, he just fell asleep on the floor in his pooped diaper. 🤣Daniel and I didn’t get it right away. We were....... busy, but the smell of baby-shit forced me to let go of him. Also, maybe I should finally get dressed?

Anyway. I went back to the kitchen to check on Liam... Oh my, our stinky needs to take a bath. 🤢🤭

While Daniel was cleaning Liam, I went to get dressed. Now that I was no longer naked, I could help D., without him touching me all the time. Of course he was a bit disappointed, but still pretty horny. 🤨 As soon as Liam fell peacefully asleep, Daniel could finally........... vent a bit? 🤭

Ngl, I wanted him too. My hormones were partly responsible. I was pregnant and seeing Daniel with a Baby today, made him even more irresistible to me than usual. Besides, he's hot! Really hot and cute. We can also talk about our probs or the divorce tomorrow, yk? 😬Ugh, I didn’t want to divorce him. 😞💔

Previous/Next

[6rookie-writer0110]

The Love We Found

Garfield Logan X Reader (gender-neutral)

Request - Garfield Logan x vixen reader, gar and reader bonding over their love for animals and even using their powers together

Gar is walking home with take-out food, he saw a flyer on the bus stop window. He stopped and starts to read it, it's a protest to stop an animal shelter from killing animals who aren't adopted. He wants to do something about it, he ripped the poster out of the window and rushed home.

You are home and Gar arrived home. He gave you a peck on the lips and you start to set the table.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“I saw this flyer. We have to do something about it, Y/n” Gar said.

You read the flyer.

“I think we should do something,” You said.

“Oh, I got an idea! How about we break free the animals and take them somewhere safe” Gar said.

“But where?” You asked.

“Oh! I know a couple who has a farm. I think they will be happy to have new family members” Gar said.

“That’s awesome! Let's wait until they are closed then we will go” You said.

“Good idea! But I will get the van, I will be back” Gar said.

Gar left to see if his friend will lend him the van. After you ate dinner, you changed your clothes to get ready for the heist. He sent you a text...

Gar- Come outside!

You - Ok!

You go downstairs and you see him coming out of the van.

“Y/n, it's perfect. All the animals will fit in here and oh I called my friends with the farm. They said yes!” Gar smiled.

“That’s awesome! Change clothes and we will leave soon” You smiled.

“Okay! But first I'm going to eat, I'm starving” Gar said.

You and Gar upstairs to the apartment. Gar shows off his new suit that he is happy to wear.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

You and Gar got out of the van and went to the back door. You used your powers to have Rhino strength then you punched the door and it broke with one punch.

“So cool” Gar smiled.

“Thanks” You smiled.

You follow him into the back. You got on the computer and started to erase the footage of you and Gar breaking in.

“Y/n, come here!” Gar yelled.

“Coming!” You yelled.

He is in the back and you see all the animals in their cages.

“They don't deserve to be locked in those cages,” You said.

“They really don't,” Gar said.

You used your powers to help calm the animals down. You opened the cage and you start to pet an old dog then the dog starts to lick your face. You start to smile and keep petting the dog.

“I have to ruin the moment, but we have to leave soon,” Gar said.

“Sorry,” You said.

You start to open the cages, the animals follow Gar to the van. Then you and Gar went to grab the birds and put them in the van, then you grabbed the lizards and iguanas. You and Gar made sure all the animals are in the van, then you two get in the front and he starts to drive.

----

While on the farm, you and Gar start to pet the animals. An iguana climbed on your shoulder and a dog start to lick Gar’s face.

“I’m glad we did this, Y/n,” Gar said.

“Me too. I hate when animals are being abused or killed” You said.

“Me too. Animals deserve to be happy and live in peace. We definitely have new best friends” Gar said.

Gar transformed into a dog to play with the dogs, then he changed into a bird and you watch him fly. A cat pressed his head on your arm and starts to purr. Gar changed back to himself, then you and Gar start to feed the animals.

[nolita-fairytale]

🍝 thinking of bradley bradshaw adopting a pet from a shelter that he’d name something creative goose… what do you think would happen? would he end up doing it or do you think you’d surprise him with baby goose who has an old soul and loves it when you guys put some of his parents’ favourite records on (okay i’m gonna shut up and leave it to you)

thank you for considering and i hope u have the best day or night <3

hi @bradshawed! yes, i love this idea! here are my thoughts on adopting a dog with bradley:

Adopting Pet(s) with Bradley Bradshaw

it's after a few months-long of a deployment that bradley insists on revisiting the subject. sure, you've talked about it before, but it's after this particular deployment that he really gets serious. not only does he want you to have something to keep you company for next time, but he wants to put down roots, just more proof that he's ready to settle down with you.

for whatever reason, i absolutely see bradley bradshaw with a dog, at least at first. after all the hot welcome home sex, the follow saturday the two of you head to an adoption event where adoption fees are waived and pets can be brought home that day.

"yes, we can go but i really think we should take our time with our choice. this is permanent, baby, so let's make sure the dog's gonna be the right fit for... our little family," you explain to him.

the two of you walk through the rows of crates and playpens of enthusiastic dogs, ready for cuddles, and despite bradley's own set of adorable puppy eyes with each dog he holds, none of them feel right.

it's not till you're just about to leave that the two of you stumble upon a sleepy quiet dog, one that must not have gotten noticed because he isn't as outgoing as the others.

"he's six years old. and everyone wants a puppy," one of the vet techs explains. you look into his eyes and he has the oldest soul, the sweetest, gentlest, kindest eyes and you know that he's the one.

"i know that you think we should wait but-," bradley begins, having already fallen in love with your future son. "yes. yes, i think he's the one."

so the two of you build your dreams, and a family with the goodest boy in all of the world. picking a name comes easier than you thought. after a few days of living with you, he begins barking as soon as goose's old jerry lee lewis record makes it into your vinyl rotation.

"what's wrong, boy? what do you see?" bradley asks him. "babe, i think he likes the music," you giggle, totally in love with the new addition to your family. "so we call him 'goose.'" "we call him, goose."

how you and bradley get a cat: you spend six wonderful months as a solo pet owner, and goose as an only child, before a neighborhood stray starts coming around. you hadn't planned on taking him in, just feeding him every now and then, until you realize that bradley's been feeding him every day, which is why keeps coming back. he's so friendly and cuddly, and while hesitant at first, has met goose a few times in the backyard too.

bradley has a long weekend of on base training, and when he comes home sunday night, you're practically pushing him out onto the front porch to talk first. you've even buttered him up by making his favorite dinner so that he's more likely to say 'yes.'

"what's going on?" he asks you. "okay, don't kill me. but... i sort of... did something. don't freak out... but i kinda let the cat in. you know. your favorite neighborhood stray. and he won't leave. "are you serious?"

as bradley comes inside, your shared home smelling like his favorite meal, goose is curled up on the couch while the stray kitty sleeps curled in a ball on top of the back of the couch. while neither of you were planning on adding to your family so soon, he looks at the two of them, then back to you, and he doesn't have the heart to say no.

"so... we have a cat now." "yeah, i think we have a cat now."

[angelforstyles]

Lonely (together) Chapter Two

Harry’s POV

I wake up at 5 am, and I couldn’t go to sleep again so i go downstairs to the gym. I finished almost 7 o’clock. I feed my cat Grey (she’s black) then I ate breakfast and shower before I went to work. Usually I work from eight until five sometimes six pm. I took the elevator to my office, my assistant gave me my schedule and we got through the meetings and dinners i needed to go to this week. I can handle everything at my company, the difficult clients, the precautions, the pressure, but I still hate those fucking dinners with fake faces.

I went out of my office at 6. I have nothing to do for the rest of the night. So i pull my car to her apartment and get out of my car. Since she’s the only one who lives in the building, that means the lights belong to her apartment. I couldn’t know what room this is but there’s a shadow moving inside. I keep watching until the lights turn off.

I stayed a bit longer, then got to my place. I keep reading the files over and over again. I searched about all her family members, her parents have no relatives nor does she. I made for myself food and turned on the TV and watched a movie. It’s 11 pm so I went to bed I rarely go out especially since I gave up on dating. Everyone is so boring and only go out with me for my money. For now the only creatures I care about are Grey and Angel. I slept until 6 am and woke up and did it all over again.

I go near her work building around 3 pm act busy while I look around. She passed right away and went to the grocery store. I go right behind her and grab random things. “Hi, what a coincidence” am i fucking nervous? Shit. “Oh” she smiles softly. “Where do you live? We must live so close to each other” we actually do, it just 10 minutes walking. “Near” she mumbled and turned to face me I almost lost it. She wore long pants, the pants so tight on thighs, tempting to bite. The same white shoes and pink crop top so low, I looked at her breasts line and between them a red rose necklace. Fuck me. And an oversize unbuttoned white shirt. “Going to work?” There is no way I am serious. “Hmm” she sook her head no. She looked up at me with her wide blue eyes, they were a bit watery and so tired. She bit her lip and turned around and walked away. When we got out I called her “Lillian” she looked at me she’s an Angel. “can I have your number?”, she walked away without looking back. I wanna die.

Lillian’s POV

My heart throbs so hard while I’m walking (running) to my apartment, when I saw him I couldn’t breathe. I don’t know what’s getting into me. But I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

Two days later I have a day off so there I am, setting in the coffee shop and reading. I don’t like to go outside but i needed to. Besides this place is not crowded at all. There’s barely three people.

I was so busy reading that I didn’t notice that someone was standing next to me until he said “Is this chair taken?” Green eyes looked down at me with so perfect curls around that beautiful face, so pink lips, and so cute nose. Old band shirt, tattooed arms, a cross necklace, and fingers full of rings, will be okay if I sketch his hands and lips? STOP! .

I shook my head no. He set. I feel my heart beating so fast in my chest. “Reading huh” he smile at me and god. He’s so gorgeous. “What are you reading?” I flip my book and show him. “Never Let Me Go, about what?” I can’t breathe, I can’t talk. “Um.. ahh- a.. just start it” “ you know I watched the movie, it was amazing i am sure you will like it” then why you asking me?.

movies? I hate movies. I watched a couple back then when the girls did movie night, and I never liked it. I hate watching TV, the only thing I watch is Barney and the last time I watched it when I moved to my apartment and was too scared so I rewatched. Comforts me.

“Will see” i mumble, “what’s your favourite movie?” He moved his chair closer to the table and put his cup on the table, black coffee, like mine. “I don’t have one”, “no way everybody has favourite movie” I smiled, i couldn’t think of anything to say.

“Okay what’s your favourite book?”, yes i can answer that. “There is a lot of, but now I think The Course of Love” looked at my lap “that’s a good book! I read it twice” he said and his smile got bigger. We sit for a couple minutes in silence. “What’s you do for work?”, “write short articles..you?” “Where can i read them?” He asked, where? No where. “Um.. they never been published” I said and my heart sank. “Why?” He looked at me expressionlessly. “I'm a beginner, and there are better writers than me who just want me for my ideas and they pay me well”. He said nothing. “You?” I said after a few seconds without looking up. “Me.. I work at a security company” wow he must feel safe all the time and— “let go out sometimes” he asked me to go on date with him or w— “you know as friends do?” Oh.. of course he doesn’t want to date me who wants? “Um sure” “give me your number” I put my number on his phone with trembling hands, please god don’t let him notice. He said See you soon and go out then I took a breath I didn't know I was holding it back.

A week passed and Harry still didn't text me, I was starting to think he didn't want to hang out with me (not that I really want to hang out with a stranger I didn't know anything about or that I'm waiting for him) but he asked for my number! It had to be something right?

It was Saturday and the girls wanted to go out for drinks, I had gotten home from work and hadn't slept so l was feeling a little dizzy. I made myself a sandwich and a fruit smoothie then i drank coffee because I looked like a zombie.

I took a shower and dried my hair but kept my curls then did my make up, deep sharp black cat eyeliner with warm soft eyeshadow, concealer and a light blush, it was going to be a bit hot and my cheeks will turn red so..

I put on some lip gloss I didn't want to wear lipstick because my eyes make up was too much.

I put on a black skirt that went up to the middle of my thighs, with a dark red silk top, I put on red high heels (I'll regret the pain tomorrow) and my red bag. I was wearing my usual necklace and small pink earrings and two rings.

llooked at myself in the mirror one last time. I won't drink but I definitely need to glow a little because my energy has been so low lately.

It was only 6pm but the girls wanted to get out early. I walked to the bar, it was about 15 minutes away. When I walked in it was very warm and loud even though it wasn't very crowded.

I spotted the girls and there were the four guys too. I slowly walked over to them until Joll saw me. "Oh my god you look amazing." She hugged me tightly, a faint smell of alcohol coming from her. The rest of the girls hugged me and then I went with Ami and her boyfriend to the bar to get them more drinks.

I ordered a Sprite with lemon. I'm not a big fan of soda but it made me feel a little better since I don't drink. I sit in the edge of the booth and there was a conversation going on around the table. After about half an hour the girls were almost drunk. I got up and went to the bathroom. I needed to be in quiet place for a moment.

I walked out of the bathroom and on my way out the hallway, a man grabbed my wrist. "You look beautiful" Panic rose inside me and I pulled my hand away and tried to walk but he blocked my way. "Please step away" "There's no chance I'm leaving this beauty" | tried to walk past him but he wouldn't move away until I felt tears about to fall. Only seconds later I heard Meiie's voice "Are you okay?" Her boyfriend behind her looked at me for a second then his hand flew to grab the man's neck

"Did you know how stupid you have to be to bother a woman?"

I moved away until I was behind Meiie then she whispered in my ear "Did he hurt you?" | shook my head no. Then we went to the table again. I tried to recover but my hands were still shaking and I felt the edge of a panic attack but I tried to distract myself.

A few minutes later my phone vibrated under my hand. I lifted it to see and then stopped breathing, distraction itself came into my hands.

Unknown number: Hi.

Unknown number: it's Harry.

Harry: How are you?.

Oh. my. god. My heart is beating so hard in my chest

Me: Hi Harry, I'm fine. How are you?

Harry: Good.

Harry: Are you up for dinner? It's been a busy week, and I'm only free for today.

Harry: If you're not free, that's fine we can find another time.

Oh god what should i say?

Me: I'm out with my friends but we're going out soon.

It was about 7 and the day didn't end yet, but i wanna go home too.

Harry: So you can have dinner with me?.

With me

Me: I think so

30 seconds ..

Harry: Do you want me to pick you up?.

Me: where is the place?

Harry: Location.

Me: It's close to me, i will walk, Thanks though <3

Harry: Good.

I said goodbye to the girls and then left, nervous and adrenaline pounding my body. My heart was beating like crazy and I felt like I was going to die. The panic of the man who had cornered me had gone away but my stomach pain was growing with tension. I looked too much good for dinner with someone who was like a "friend".

I walked for ten minutes until I reached a restaurant. It was a small but fancy restaurant in the corner. I walked in without looking around and headed straight to the bathroom. I closed the door and took a few deep breaths, I looked in the mirror and I was like— I didn't even know what to say about myself.

My skirt was really short, how did I get out of the house in it? I tried to lower it a little and pull my top down a little to cover my stomach, but either my thighs would come out a lot or my stomach or my breasts. For once I regretted not bringing a jacket. I adjusted my makeup a little and tried to reduce it, but the eyeliner was the problem. I didn't wipe it off because it was going to be a mess. I took a deep breath and left. I looked around and saw Harry's back in the corner to the right facing the door. Did he saw me when I walked into the restaurant?

I quietly walked to a table. "Hi" I said in a low voice. I wasn't sure if he heard me. He got up from his seat. "Hi, Lillian." He's wearing a black suit with half unbuttoned shirt, his tattoos almost visible, and the cross silver necklace on his chest, his hair a bit greasy but his curly sit on his shoulders perfectly. And his shiny rings tempt me to play with them, but i look at the table and sat next to him, not facing him. My back to the rest

of the restaurant. I don't know why, but I felt a bit comfortable with my slightly exposed skin now. One person staring at my skin was better than an entire restaurant. I need to pay more attention to what I wear next time.

"I didn't make you leave your friends behind, Right?" | wanted to get out of there anyway. "No" | smiled.

The server came to take our drinks orders. Harry ordered a red wine and looked at me, and I lowered my gaze to the table.

"Water, please," | said, holding out the napkins on the table.

The server walked away and Harry said, "Are you sure? They have great wine, or would you like champagne?" I shook my head. "Thanks," | mumbled. "Where did you and your friends go?"

"Um.. bar" I said quietly, "hm you don't look drunk" I looked at him "I don't drink" The server interrupted us with the drinks and menu.

"How's work?" he asked. "Good, you?" "Today was slow but I got a lot of stuff done so that counts as an accomplishment." | nodded.

"When are your days off?" | sipped my water. "Every Sunday." | said

"One day?" I nodded. "Did you know that's against the terms of any job?" "I signed off on a one-day. No compulsion." I felt the heat run through my entire body from his deep, calm voice, from the prices of the food, from my exposed skin to him, and from the fact that we were talking as if we had known each other for a long time, and also because I was with a person for dinner whom I had only met three times in passing on the street and once in a coffee shop.

There was a good chance he was dangerous, stop it

I didn't feel hungry after flipping through the menu at least three times. There was a caesar salad and pasta.

I had to choose one of the two dishes because it was very expensive and I couldn't afford it, the cost of one dish is the same as what l literally spend on the grocery store for a whole month.

"Are you done?" Harry asked and I nodded. He raised his hand to the server to came over. "What would you like?" Harry said softly. I pointed to the pasta on the menu without taking my eyes off it.

"Caesar salad, chicken salad, two medium steak, two mushroom soup, alfredo pasta, shrimp pasta and margherita" he said to the server.

My eyes were wide open, I couldn't believe it, the restaurant was so expensive. The waiter left and I said to Harry, "Are you sure? You ordered a lot" "You should try it, it's delicious, in fact one of the best." "But I can't afford it." I whispered to him, his eyes narrowed a little and his brows furrowed. "We'll see." He said dryly

We sat in silence for a few minutes, "Did you know that this restaurant has been around for over sixty years?" I looked up to meet his, smiling slightly. "Wow." I smiled to him.

"Did you graduate from college?" I nodded "This summer",

"What was your major?", "English Literature and Translation"

"Interesting. why did you choose it?", "I like reading." Silence again.

"What did you major in?"

"Business."

"How old are you?" he asked after a few seconds of silence.

"Twenty one" My cheeks flushed and I hoped they didn't turn red. "You?" "Twenty seven"

What. the. hell!!!! He's old!

llooked at him for a few seconds, a smile on his face that I hoped would be etched in my memory. My stomach was filled with a strange feeling, and the weather so hot I might pass out.

Then the food arrived in a few seconds.

I came back to reality and realized how much food there was.

I hadn't reached out to eat yet because Harry kept putting some of everything on my plate and on his plate too. Until he was done and then he said, "You okay?" My cheeks burned again, a shiver ran down my toes and I felt heat all over my body, no one has ever put food out like that for me before.

Harry's POV

She was wearing a tight top I could see the edges of her bra.

Her thighs were so full and I feel my pants tingling. She was trembling a little as she played with her necklace and bit her lip from time to time. The food arrived and I put some of everything for her and for me.

We started eating but she was eating so slowly that for a moment I thought she didn't want to eat. But then I remembered when she mentioned it was expensive. "I have an idea" I said and she jumped "Hmm?" Her eyes a little watery

"Dinner is on me this time, next time we can share" she smiled

"please no, we can share, it's okay", "yes next time" I said harshly and her face was a little sad but then she nodded. I immediately regretted the way my words came out.

She started eating a little more and I couldn't help but smile

until my cheeks hurt. We ate in silence, commenting every few minutes about how good the food. She didn't eat much but she tasted everything.

"They have a really nice dessert let's try it"

"Thank you but i can't I'm really full" she said playing with a strand of her hair.

My cock twitched again. "Let me take you home" my voice so low.

She looked at me with sleepy eyes and her shoulders slightly lowered, making her breast line deeper, I looked at her and raised my eyebrows when she opened her mouth to speak

“ca- um.. yes please," she whispered.

I paid and we walked to my car. Her eyes looked up as I opened my car door for her. "Is this your car?" She asked slowly "Do you like it?" Her pupils dilated until half of the blue in her eyes was gone. She looked at me for a few seconds and then got in, her skirt rising even higher. My cock was getting hard, I tried to control myself but when I got to my seat, we were so close and quiet, I could hear her breathing and see her breasts rise as she breathed. Her thighs were pressed together and a lot of skin was showing.

The car started and I looked at her face, sweat were forming on the bridge of her nose and above her lips, her forehead was covered by her bangs but I could see some hairs damp from the sweat.

"Where is your house?" "Um, uh, I- close?" | laughed softly "Location?" She flipped open her phone and sent me the location, I looked at it even though I knew the way by heart from the many times I stood outside all night and morning watching her apartment.

"Do you want a specific song?" She shook her head no. I turned on the radio, the volume very low that I still can hear her slightly ragged breathing. Her apartment was about 17 minutes away. I drove very slowly, I didn't want us to arrive too fast.

The silence was so comfortable despite the tense air.

"Um, thanks for dinner, you really didn't have to pay" she said quietly, a tremor in her voice. We stopped at a red light and I looked at her, her cheeks flushed even with the red light on her I could still see her cheeks burning. "It's okay," we looked at each other for a moment.

"Can I ask you a question?" she whispered. "Anything." "I know nothing about cars, but I know this one costs a fortune. How?" I laughed. "I don't give free business advice. But l've worked hard since college. So it should make sense"

She pressed her thighs together again, her fingers trembling as she gripped he bag, her eyes on the window as the light turned green. A few minutes passed and then she spoke. She said quietly and slowly "I want to quit." We stopped at another red light "I've saved up enough money to last me ten months" she took a deep shaky breath "but I don't know if I'll find a job easily in that time. I don't know why I'm telling you, but I don't know what else to do, and you seem to know the right thing to do" she said in a low voice and her knuckles turned white. The light turned green.

"I think you should take unpaid vacation if your work allows it. If not, you could quit for five months at least and then look for a job." We stopped at the door of her building.

We sat in silence for a full minute, until she unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to me, "Thank you, good night" she whispered quietly, not looking me in the eyes.

She got out of the car and walked to the door, her hips moving seductively, even though she was walking tiredly in her high heels. She put the code on the door and entered, closing it behind her.

I returned to the house and opened the door, Grey walked between my legs. I got down to pat her a little bit. "Hey, have you been alone all day? Hm?" I left her and went upstairs to my room, I went to take a shower, my cock was hard as a rock, and the guilt washing over me because it's hard for her, the water washing me until my hand tightened on the rock between my legs. An inhuman sound came out of me as I fucked my hand.

The image of her lips, legs, thighs. I shouldn't think of her this way, but she has been living freely in my mind for over a month, it's unfair, she should be mine. Release and pleasure wash me over until my breathing returns to normal. I finished taking a shower and put on underwear. I went downstairs to get water. It's 11pm so I went to sleep but she's still in my mind.

I stayed up until 2am. Throughout my career I didn't change a single thing about my routine. I woke up at 6am, worked out, showered, breakfast, went to work at 8am sharp. I worked 10 hours, slept at 11pm for 8 hours. In one month I broke all the rules of my day. I stayed up more than 24 hours, I missed half the work day. Not only that, I stayed up all night, leaving work early to see her walking to her apartment. I was really starting to lose my mind.

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Kitty

Attoye short! 💗

Rating: G (it’s fluff, purely domestic)

Okoye is cooking stew for dinner, she’s pregnant but she ain’t about to let anybody tell her what she can and can’t do.

She sent her husband Attuma to go get their children from the riverside where the children usually play after schooling.

When the sun sets, She hears them all approaching before they even make it to the door.

As soon as the door is opened, it’s all hushed whispers and giggles and Okoye’s mom senses are tingling. She clears her throat.

“Attuma.”

She heard her husband quickly shush his children. Conspiring.

“Yes, my love?”

“Come here, husband.”

There’s a moment of hushed hesistance and then then children rush towards her greeting her as they do everyday.

Her darling son, Tadeas hugs her legs and presses a kiss to her wrist, something he learned from his father.

Her sweet daughter, Xyanza, comes in and places herself at her mothers side, looking between her mother and the doorway…

She sees the shadow of her very large husband approach the doorway of the kitchen and then his head pokes from around the corner. It’s almost comical how apologetic he already looks.

His wife watches him walk close to where Okoye is standing, rubbing her daughters back to calm her down. Excess energy causing her to jump up and down in place. He’s holding one arm behind his back, going “Ki’in I ask that you open your mind for a moment. I have a proposal for you.”

“Show me what you’ve brought, Attuma.”

He pulls his arm around and reveals…

It’s a kitten. Furry and mangy.

Okoye shot an icy glare towards her husband and ignored how cute his dimples were when he was nervous to upset her. He had been very good, tiptoeing her temper when she was pregnant and aching. But he was pushing it today.

“By Bast… What is its name?”

“Tuna!” Xyanza shouted.

“Atlas!” Tadeas countered.

Attuma turned away from his children beginning to bicker before they were silenced by their mother raising a hand.

“Tuna Atlas.” He said.

Okoye smiles and wiped her hands of tomato extract. She walked over and quietly pet the cat. “Welcome, Tuna Atlas.” She wasn’t going to be bad cop this time.

They could have the kitten.

Attuma lit up. Flashing his wife a million dollar sharp smile. It was cute almost enough to take away how upset she was.

“Thank you, Mama! You’re the best and the most beautiful!” Her darling daughter said, nuzzling her hip as she kissed her mothers hand.

“I know.” She sighed, laughing when her children ran up to their new pet and began playing with the feisty cat.

“He’ll need a new bowl and collar!”

“I’ll get those things.” Attuma said, rocking the kitten in his palm and chuckling when it batted at his large fingers.

“Yes and a new bed.” Okoye threw in. Attuma nodded and let the children take the kitten to find a place where it would sleep. He wrapped his arms around his precious wife and rubbed her stomach gently.

“Yes, I’ll get a new bed for it as well.”

“Not for the cat,” Okoye said, cheerfully. “For you.”

Attuma tilted his head. “I’m sorry?”

A sharp pain to his ear was felt and he was pulled down to her level. She was pinching him! His ear!

“Because you, Attuma of Talokan, Father of Two, Wimp of a Husband ” she purses her lips and growled at him, “will not be sleeping in my bed for quite some time.”

She released his ear and stepped away from him.

“Ki’in, please!”

“Come try this plantain stew.” She said, ignoring his woe.

“…okay.” He sulked but that was his favorite.

“You’re lucky I’m feeding you...”

…

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Leslie Transcript

Note: I just wanted to do this for funsies giggle :3!

[Leslie’s ability, “SIC,” allows him to call upon his dog, Bullet, to attack any victim close enough to him. Bullet cannot kill a victim himself, but can incapacitate them if their health is low enough.]

Feed Grandpa

- I’ll read you a story after this is all done here, grandpa.

- Here you go, Grandpa! A lil’ snack!

- Johnny didn’t mean to, Grandpa…we’ll fix it.

- I gotta present for youuu! Say ‘aaah…’

- I wish you were up n movin’ again. Things would be so much easier.

Victim Found

- Hey, that’s my hidin’ spot!

- What’re you doin’ in there, babe?

- You thought I wouldn’t check here? Really?

- Sorry, babe. Cat’s outta the bag.

- Peekaboo!

- You shy or somethin’? C’mon out.

Victim Hit

- I’m tryna be gentle!

- Awh, yer blood’s so pretty! Lemme see a lil’ more, ‘kay?

- Gotcha good there!

- Why’re you squirmin’?! That just makes things worse!

- I’ll make it quick, babe! Just stop movin’!

Blood Trail

- I’ma have’ta clean this up, y’know…

- What did I say? I told you I’d be nicer.

- Man, I really don’t want clean up duty again.

- Phtt…someone’s havin’ a bad day, huh?

- Yeah, that’s it. Leave Bullet somethin’ to rat you out.

Match Start

- Bullet’s gonna have a field day with this one!

- I’ve never really done a chase like this before…gotta stay on my toes.

- I might be young, but I ain’t dumb. I’ll find ‘em.

See Victim Escape

- We’re really gonna get it this time!

- Shit! This can’t be happenin’ right now!

- I’ll send Bullet after ‘em.

- Goddamnit. I gotta tell Ma.

Idle

- I gotta prove that I ain’t a kid no more!

- That girl Johnny liked…she was really pretty. I mean, really pretty. He didn’t have to do that…

- This may be my first rodeo, but that don’t mean nothin’! I’ll still get it done!

- Bullet should be waking up soon. (sigh) He’s such a good boy…

- Y’know I…I don’t really like killin’. But it is what it is. Gotta do what’s best for us.

Sees Enemy

- I promise I’ll be way nicer than the others. Just c’mere.

- It’s okay…c’mere, sweetheart.

- I’m sorry it has to be this way. Really, I am.

- It’ll be over soon, hun. C’mon over here.

- All of this is pointless. It’ll hurt worse if you squirm. 

Ability Denied

- Bullet can’t hear me from here…

- Nope. No scent for Bullet to track.

- Bullet won’t be able to find ‘em.

- Let’s wait a lil’ longer…

Use Ability

- Sic ‘em, Bullet!

- Get ‘em, boy!

- Find ‘em, Bullet!

- [whistle]

Execution

- Sweet dreams…

- Don’t keep the angels waitin’.

- There you go. You’ll find her up there…I promise.

- Night, night.

- Rest easy, babe.

Cook Seen

- Don’t be hollerin’ at Bubba, okay? You’re makin’ him nervous.

- Let me know if you need help, ‘kay?

- You seen anyone yet? Huh? Huh?

- I’m sure Johnny’s sorry for all this mess, alright? Can you just drop it please?

- Hey, hey, hey, what you gonna cook up for dinner tonight? (laughter)

Hitchhiker Seen

- O-Oh, my bad. I’m in the way…

- Did Grandpa really teach you how to make those traps? You’re so lucky!

- Hey, you should really stop mutterin’ ‘bout my folks, y’know…

- I think you should set a few more traps, man. They’re runnin’ around everywhere!

- I know you’re more experienced than me but…I don’t think messin’ around will do much for our cause.

Johnny Seen

- There you are, Johnny! Me and Bullet have been lookin’ all over for you!

- We should be more gentle with them this time…y’know?

- Johnny…is this about that girl? …Never mind that, we’ll get ‘em!

- I should start workin’ out like you do. My arms could use a lil’ more muscle! (laughter)

- Mama’s worried about you, y’know. Once we catch ‘em, I think you should try to work things out…o-or not.

Sissy Seen

- I’ll get outta yer way…

- Make sure you don’t overdo it with that poison, okay? Ma gets pissed off whenever you do.

- What’re you always singin’ anyway? I don’t get it.

- I’m worried one of these days yer gonna step on somethin’ and hurt yerself. You should really put some shoes on or somethin’!

- Yer flower garden’s doing real well, Sissy! Must be that fertilizer we make. (giggle)

- Y’know, I’m surprised to see you! Thought you were gone for good last time. I’m glad you came back…

Nancy Seen

- Hey, mama! Having any luck over here?

- We’ll definitely catch these kids with you ‘round, mama! You had tons of practice with me n Johnny way back when, huh? (laughter)

- Mama, you think I should call Bullet out soon? He’ll handle this like a champ!

- When I find ‘em, I’ll bring ‘em to you, mama! I promise.

- Need any help, ma?

Bubba Seen

- Woah! You work that saw real good, man! Real good!

- Make sure you’re havin’ fun, alright? We can hang out later, if you want!

- Sorry, man. I’ll get outta your way!

- Are they botherin’ you again? (sigh) Don’t listen to ‘em! You’re doing awesome! I wish I could be as cool as you!

- You’re doing great! Keep going, man!

Cook

- You oughta get yer brother and mother in line, boy!

- Stop yer whinin’ and get to work!

- C’mon, kid. We don’t have all day! Let’s find ‘em!

- If it weren’t for yer brother, we wouldn’t be in this predicament! I keep tellin’ him, but he just don’t listen…

- You better not go off and get us into trouble like this too!

Hitchhiker

- Y-You don’t know nothing ‘bout nothing! Yer just a k-kid!

- I-It’s funny how you n Johnny look alike…(snicker)

- Better hu-hurry or your mama m-m-might give you a scar next!

- You wanna hear a s-secret? C’mere, I’ll tell you a s-secret!

- You still scared of k-killin’? Huh? (laughter) I knew it! Yer shakin’!

Johnny

- C’mon, lil’ boy. Pick up yer feet.

- It’s like that game we used to play as kids! (laughter) Hope you learned a thing or two from that.

- Don’t give up on me now! Keep searchin’!

- Thatta boy, Les. Keep it movin’.

- You see, Les? This is what happens when you’re too easy on them kids! Gotta make sure you finish what you started!

Sissy

- (laughter) Well, aren’t you a sweet thing?

- You just haven’t found the light yet, sugar. That’s all!

- Oh, there you are! I planted some new flowers I want you to see once we’re done!

- Don’t start getting into trouble like your brother does, now. He’s enough as is.

- (laughter) Aww, sugar…you can hardly hold your shears without shakin’.

Nancy

- Breathe, sweetheart. You’re doing just fine.

- Remember what I taught you, Leslie. You’ll be alright.

- Hold those shears up, sweetie. You won’t hit a thing with it swingin’ like that.

- C’mon, Leslie! We can’t let them get away! Get focused!

- There’s a first for everything, Leslie. Don’t get cold feet now.

[ghostcasket]

living on your own is hard, you know? especially in the beginning, especially when you’re a student, especially when you have mental health issues, especially when you also have chronic physical health issues. it’s hard and if you’re like me living in a studio, like, actually by yourself, nobody around to hold you accountable—or to gently remind you, hey, you haven’t eaten in a while.

and while for most of us, moving out is an overwhelming gust of relief, i think it’s just as important to acknowledge that sometimes, it’s hard.

if you have barely managed adhd like me, and sometimes the bare minimum of self care seems unattainable—well, you’re on your own. it’s easy to let yourself slip into unhealthy patterns and neglect yourself.

but then, here are some ways my cat pulled me out before i could slip too far.

there are 2 constants i can always count on, day in day out, no matter how chaotic or disorganised i am, how out of routine; his feeding times. morning and evening, he has to have food. this little creature is everything to me. it’s my job to keep him safe and happy and healthy.

and then, as i pour kibble into his little bowl, i might remember i also haven’t eaten in a—wow, it’s seven p.m. already—so while i’m up, i might as well throw some leftovers in the microwave or grab a slice or 2 of dry bread. i’m in the kitchen anyway. giacomo absolutely scarfs down his dinner and i watch him.

he’s a kitten, still. he wants to play all of the time and when he doesn’t he’s sleeping but oh my god he loves my feet. he’s bitey. i absolutely cannot get too lost in my own head when he wants to play. i have to be careful to emerge with all of my fingers still attached to my hand. fucking ow, dude, what’s wrong with you.

his litterbox needs to be maintained regularly, too. i can’t let it get disgusting because a clean littlerbox makes for a happy cat, so i have my little poop baggies that i deposit by the door and then when i go to school i can take them down to the trash, but if i’m going to the trash anyway i might as well grab my own human trash too and throw that out as well, and then that’s one more task crossed off the list.

speaking of litter—that shit runs out fast. i don’t know how big you guys’ bags of cat litter are, but i can get around 3 uses out of a 10L bag, and then i have to go to the store to buy more. and, you know, i’m at the store anyway, so i may as well grab some essentials that i know i’ve run out of—pasta, tomatoes, cream cheese, bread—and then i have enough to eat for the next few days again. and i’m outside, too, at least while i walk to the store, which is a 2 minute walk and that’s doable even on a bad day, and 2 minutes outside is better than no minutes outside.

my little man needs to be safe and happy and healthy. i have to be at least some degree of functional to be able to provide that for him. and as thanks, he bites my toes and jumps at me in the face and shoves his cold little wet nose in my ears like they hide forbidden kitty treats and whines until i cuddle him and climbs in my lap and naps there, purring so loud i can feel it reverberate in my whole body.

and it’s just, he needs me, you know? so i have to be at least a little bit okay. and because he doesn’t allow me to actually deeply spiral into the throes of depression et al, it’s easier to pull myself out again.

i wasn’t sure for a while if he’d be allowed to move in with me, and then when i got the green light i found out that his adoption fee would be a lot higher than expected and i couldn’t afford it, but one clandestine extraction mission later (shoutout to Quinn, you’re a real one) (nobody cancel me, i did not actually steal him from a shelter) and he was napping on my lap like he’d never known any different.

so i just can’t help but feel like this was kind of meant to be, you know?

and i’m really grateful. like, really, really grateful.

so even on days where i can’t do anything—when it feels genuinely impossible—you can count on me to drag my ass to his food bowl when he screams at me that it’s dinner time. and maybe i’ll grab a slice of bread on the way.

(the toe biter in question, giacomo poopy)

(feel free to add your own toe biters to this post. this is a Creature Appreciation Post)

[squidsawayfromhome]

Inconspicuous

mingyu x reader

fluff, food mentions, pet sitter!reader, dutiful son!gyu, g/n reader, sfw

1.6k words

You were pet sitting this older cat for the weekend, watching movies, cleaning up after and feeding the senior cat. You got a text from the owner, a kind middle aged woman, asking if you wanted her to order you some food. You replied with a thank you and that you had not eaten yet, but you had brought a frozen dinner you would heat up shortly. She replied that her son would drop off a sandwich for you soon, that he was on his way.

You got a bit flustered and self aware at the idea of being seen by someone in your current state. You were dressed in the comfiest clothes you had, they weren't completely unfashionable cozy, but you were covered in cat hair. You resigned yourself to your appearance, deciding this man was no one you needed to impress. You replied to the kind older lady with a thank you and a sweating smiling emoji, to which she replied with a winking emoticon and a your welcome, which was a little unsettling. You wondered what she meant and resumed the movie you were watching.

The movie had ended and you were sleepily scrolling through social media when you heard the door unlock. You jolted up and stood as you heard him rustling in the doorway. “Hello?” You questioned hesitantly as you made your way to meet him. The man was bent down taking his shoes off when he came into view. You wondered if he hadn't heard you. “Hi?” You tried again, and he was visibly startled and shouted in response.

“Who are you?” He demanded as he brought his hand to his chest to quell his shock. He had medium length black hair, falling in waves perfectly framing his face, and these warm brown eyes that made your heart skip a beat.

“Pet sitter.. Your mom didn't tell you?” You laughed, and you noticed he was quite tall, though he was still in the entryway which was a step down from the main house. And he was handsome, ridiculously attractive to where you felt the need to hide. You began to turn and walk into the house before he started his response, “Maybe she did, I kind of zone out when she calls me. All I heard was that she needed food at her house.” He picked up handfuls of bags and followed you into the open layout living/dining room and kitchen.

“W-what's all that?” You blushed in embarrassment at your stutter as he started unloading ingredients onto the counter.

“I was going to cook for my mom, but I can cook for you, too.” He states matter of factly as he removes his sweatshirt in that effortless way where his shirt underneath is pulled up and reveals his abs for a split second that would have your nose shooting out blood if you were in an anime.

Instead you just stared at him with wide eyes, and you only looked away because the cat, the reason you were there, was at your feet meowing at you and rubbing against you, asking for attention. You missed how Mingyu smiled at you and dropped a vegetable on the floor, quickly picking it up and putting it in the sink before you noticed.

You knelt and pet the kitty as you came to your senses a bit. “I’m y/n, by the way.” You focused on the cat purring and moving around you instead of him, and it kept you from overthinking.

“I’m Mingyu. l see she likes you a lot, she always attacks my hand if I pet her for more than five seconds.” He scoffs and continues to move about the kitchen, wondering more about you, curiosity growing.

And that's when he dropped a cutting board on his foot and shouted in pain. You got up and ran over to him asking if he was okay as he exclaimed he was fine and quickly got up and washed it off.

“At least it was the board instead of the knife..” you made an attempt to cheer him up, while his face simply burned. “Could I help? I’d hate to sit on my phone while you work.” Suddenly he wasn't as intimidating, and it was kind of cute how he was pressing his lips into a small, nervous smile.

“Um, sure, here.” He pointed to the pantry, “Could you wash the rice? The bag and the cooker are both in there.” He was drying the veggies and prepping to cut them, and you nodded and began to work.

As you stood at the sink next to Mingyu at the kitchen island, rinsing and draining the rice in comfortable silence. You couldn't hide how impressed you were with Mingyu's smooth knifework, not to mention his arms as they moved and flexed. You became a bit mesmerized by a particular vein on his forearm when you just about let the bowl overflow. When the water was finally clear, you moved to the rice cooker by the wall, and took a breath you didn't know you had been holding in. A shiver of electric excitement shot through the nerves of your spine, and your stomach filled with static, a pleasant tingle enveloped your entire body. That's when you knew you liked Mingyu.

You ended up sitting on your phone stealing glances at Mingyu from the bar on the other side of the kitchen island while he finished cooking. Mingyu only spoke to you again when he was serving up your portion, asking how much you wanted and asking if you wanted something to drink. You set up the dining table, and you snapped a photo of your meal to send to his mom before you started, when he suddenly smiled and posed, and your heart melted in a big way. You moved to get your two plates and him in the photo and sent it to her, to which she immediately hearted the photo and sent another wink emoticon and a “you're welcome” in response, which makes you think she may be trying to set you up with him, which made your face heat up quickly, which made you feel a bit nervous to eat. Mingyu was quick to pick up on your body language and asked, “What did she say?” You bit your lower lip and shook your head, and stifled a nervous laugh, “I think your mom is trying to set us up.” There, you said it.

“Ah, I see.” He responded vaguely. He held his utensil in his hand and blinked in deep thought for a moment while you poked at your food anxiously.

“Hey, I don't want you to be uncomfortable, I can tell her to stop if that would help. And I'll leave as soon as I clean up.” He said slowly and confidently, fronting for how nervous he actually was around you. You were effortlessly attractive, and he liked how comfortable it was to be in the kitchen with you. He had a million questions on the tip of his tongue, his lips parted to ask the most burning one, when you spoke first.

“It's not you, I actually think we would be good friends, and it's not like there's anyone I'm seeing right now, so…” You blabbered and mumbled out a few shocking things all at once. Mingyu felt a wave of something come over him as he shifted into the friendzone, in his mind it was both a relief and a disappointment. But as he continued to process, uncertainty came back tenfold as he realized you also said that you were single, so what did that mean? Where did that leave you?

“So there's hope yet.” He said under his breath with a small smile to himself. But you were just across the table and made out what he said, and your eyes widened with both embarrassment in the fact that you plugged you are single and the fact that he expressed interest. He looked up and noticed that you heard him and the gears turned in his brain, looking for the right words.

You both started to speak at the same time, and stuttered, and stopped.

“Y-you first!” he urged you, with reddened ears.

“I mean, you're like.. way out of my league-” you were cut off.

“I'm not.” He stated firmly and looked at you, emboldened and attentive, hanging on to your every word like a puppy. “I'm not.” he repeated with a smile.

You struggled with your coming words, fighting for your life not to get your hopes up, “I mean, if you say so, but.. Are you saying you're not against it?” You looked at him with your brow furrowed, prepared for the worst.

He shook his head with a light lipped smile, suddenly very cute, in contrast to the cool vibe he was giving off when he was in his element cooking, or the goofy side when he dropped the cutting board. You let out a small giggle and relaxed a bit. You wondered what would come of this, and how many more sides does he have? You wanted to know them all.

“Would you mind if I stayed for a bit longer after I cleaned up the kitchen?” he asked politely, offering himself up, ball in your court.

“I would like that.” You smiled, and finally went back to your food. With the air cleared, your appetite was restored. Mingyu looked very pleased to see you enjoy his cooking. He wondered what was in store for his future with you. He was sure he could make you happy, if you let him, and that you could be his happiness as well. He was giddy at the idea.