#she loved her cat more than anything but he wasn't allowed inside the house

[ailendolin]

💐 - Fluff for our beloved Ian, please ♥️

Here you go, dear! I took the prompt a bit more literally this time 😉

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💐 - Fluff

The moment Anne discovers the little muddy paw prints all over her kitchen floor, she knows what's up. Ian might think he's subtle but they've all seen the way he fondly looks at the mangy alley cat that often lurks outside the house. Anne isn't really surprised he's finally brought her into the house, only that it's taken him so long. Part of that is probably her fault, she thinks. She made it very clear that she doesn't want any pets inside the house - not because she doesn't like them but because she knows her husband and children. Her home would have been overflowing with three-legged dogs, half-blind cats and flightless birds years ago if she hadn't put her foot down.

She'll gladly make an exception for Ian, though, especially when she sees how badly he startles when she catches him trying to sneak the cat back outside. He immediately begins to stammer out an apology, and it breaks Anne's heart a little that instinct still tells him she'll punish him for caring, so she smiles her warmest smile and reaches out to pet the cat. "What's her name?"

"Minka," Ian whispers, almost stumbling over his words in his desperation to explain to her that Minka used to live on the streets around Croydon's residence and became something of a friend to him. "She followed me here and I just couldn't leave her outside in that storm yesterday. I'll take her back now, I promise."

"Nonsense," Anne tells him and scratches Minka behind the ears. The cat closes her eyes and purrs. "She's part of the family. Aren't you, Minka?"

Ian's eyes widen and the sheer gratitude shimmering in them tugs at Anne's heart. She pats his shoulder reassuringly and smiles at him, and when he asks her, "Really?" his voice shaking with emotions, she nods. "Of course, Ian. You both are."

[vivwritesfics]

Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Twenty Three - She-Devil

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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Single Dad!Daniel x Single Mum!Reader

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Warnings: light smut, oral (fem!receiving)

Just as he said he would, Daniel took care of everything. He got Milo moved to the same school as Olivia and took him out for any extra supplies he might have needed.

Ever since he promised to take care of everything, Milo and his Momma had stayed at his house. It stirred something inside of Daniel, a need to have them there permanently. It certainly would be easier than her stopping off at their house to feed the cat when she took Milo to and from school

(For those of you worried about the cat, don't be. She was able to roam the house ad much as she liked. She could sleep anywhere, was jumping on the kitchen table (were she wasn't allowed) and, every time she was hungry, she had someone come and fill her bowl up).

On Milo's first day at the school, they drove them in together. She sat in the passenger seat, Daniels hand resting on her thigh as he drover the four of them to the school. It was his music playing through the speakers for the duration of the drive.

"How you feeling, Milo?" She asked as she looked in the rear view mirror.

Milo shrugged and she couldn't help but sigh. At least this time he'd have Olivia there with him.

Leaving Milo at the school gates was maybe one of the hardest things she ever had to do. She kissed his head as she said goodbye, fussing over him until Daniel gently pulled her away.

"He's gonna be fine," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Daniel drove her to work after that. Even if she hadn't expressed it, he knew just how nervous she was to go to work while Milo was at school. She was just expecting a phone call, a member of staff calling her to pick him up because he felt sick.

But she made it through the day without getting a phone call. There was a small part of her that was worried the school had called Daniel, taking Milo home without her knowledge.

Daniel picked her up from work. "I think we should get them McDonalds when we pick them up," said Daniel as she climbed into the passenger seat.

A grin split across her face. "You mean Milo stayed for the entire day?" She asked him.

Daniel nodded. "I didn't hear anything from the school."

They got the kids McDonalds before heading home (stopping to feed the cat on the way). As much as Daniel wanted to ask her to move in, he bit his tongue. He could wait just a little bit longer.

For the next week, Daniel took the kids to school while she took herself to work. When Daniel wasn't busy, he brought her some lunch, spending as much time with her as he could before his next Grand Prix.

A benefit of Daniels big house was the distance between the rooms. There was no way the kids could hear what was going on in their bedroom.

Daniel had her on the edge of the bed, on his knees in front of her with his face buried in her cunt. He had become an expert at using his tongue to bring wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her, until her body was convulsing and she was pushing him away with oversensitivity.

When she came so hard that her legs shook, Daniel crawled up her body and kissed her. He kissed down her neck and held her close until she was ready for him.

Sometimes it was a night long affair. Sometimes she lasted just three rounds, out of breath as Daniel ran the bath or started the shower for the two of them.

When Daniel went off to the Grand Prix on the Wednesday, Olivia went to stay with her mother. She didn't want to go, crossing her arms and pouting with furrowed brows as Daniel pulled up outside of her mothers house.

He'd given Y/N a key to the house, told her that she could stay while he was gone. She wanted to, she really kid, found comfort in the space that was his. But she couldn't didn't feel right about it. They weren't at that stage in their relationship.

So, she and Milo stayed in their house for the first time in a month.

Without Daniel there, she took Milo to school. She hadn't taken him to school since his first day, and she couldn't deny she was excited to again. Milo told his momma all about what he expected from the day ahead as she drove him.

"Danny normally stays in the car while Olivia and I get out," he said as his mother pulled into the car park.

"Oh?" His mother said as she pulled into a space. "Why, Milo?" She asked and killed the engine.

"Because we're cool," he answered and picked up his bag. He took a minute to look around the car park, spotted Olivia and climbed out of the car.

She had to sit and watch as he made his way over to his best friend. Her little munchkin was growing up. Olivia spotted her in the car and waved before she and Milo headed into the school. He finally looked happy.

But Olivia wasn't the only one that spotted her. She didn't see as Olivia's mother climbed out of her car and strode across the car park, fury written on her face. She muttered something under her breath and approached the car.

Part of Olivia's mother wanted to pull open the car door and yank Y/N out by her hair. But, instead, she knocked on the window.

Y/N rolled down the window, wearing as polite a smile as she could muster as she looked at Olivia's mother. "Hi, Kerry-Ann," she said to her, always remaining polite.

Kerry-Ann gave her as polite a smile as she began speaking. "I'm surprised to see you and your son here," she said and checked her sharp, talon-like nails. "I didn't think you'd be able to afford to send him somewhere like this."

She should have known this was coming. She looked down at her lap and back at Kerry-Ann. "Yeah, well, only the best for my son."

"Danny is paying for this, isn't he?" She asked suddenly. "He's paying for everything and you're just using him." Her tone was harsh, accusing, but she didn't bite. "You're fucking him for his money, aren't you?"

Y/N let out a dry laugh. "Come on now, Kerry-Ann. I'm not you."

"He doesn't love you!" She suddenly shouted. "He won't love you and he'll always put his career first. He did that to me and I'm the mother of his child."

Y/N sucked in a breath. Finally, she turned towards Kerry-Ann. "Get your hand off of my car, move away from my car and piss off," she said her voice low.

Surprisingly, Kerry-Ann did exactly as she said. She stepped away from the car, allowing Y/N to pull out of the parking space. "WHORE!" Kerry-Ann shouted at the top of her lungs.

Y/N drove away from the school. Her heart was beating so incredibly fast as she made her way to work. Even when she got to work, she couldn't concentrate, oh so angered by her interaction with Kerry-Ann.

Kerry-Ann hadn't said much to her. But the little things she had said had really gotten to her, riled her up to the point where she could barely work. Her co-workers noticed, but they didn't say anything, looking between each other as she completed far less work than she was supposed to.

Kerry-Ann was a bitch and she knew it. But she couldn't stop the doubt from creeping into her mind.

a/n: i'm so sorry this took so long but we're nearly done with this series (maybe four or five more chapters to go). I'm considering eventually doing a series of one shots about their future, raising the kids, them as teenagers and things like that

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[mayisgoingnuts]

JJD-fying Random Characters (PT 5)

(PS this shit is WAY longer than the past ones because I got way too excited midway)

On that one scene, Dexter managed to contain himself and not panic inside the box that Jaune brought, what made them simply throw it away as fast as possible instead of throwing it in the oven,, they were more traumatized rather than protecting themselves tbh, just,, JUST THROW THAT DOLL AWAY.

On that way to escape Lila's house and go kill something, him and JJD finally meet up again, she IMMEDIATELY recognized his voice but also how weirdly aggressive he is (more than he normally was), what only made him go from top 3 to top 1 on her list

Howeverrr of course: "I'm a doll, you dumb bitch!" and she couldn't do anything. But that's why we got magic on our side right

JJD was acting like a damn hungry puppy asking for help to Atticus cuz she knew damn well that he could, but of course her own goals are just a bunch of stupidity to him. His ass wouldn't waste time on her and she'd need to di something to deserve it

And despite not doing almost anything in the cult she CAN be useful as FUCK, she simply chooses to do only the bare minimum, and oh boy the ammount of sacrifices he got for some time (until a certain date that was like a deadline). The girl was DETERMINED.

Sooo yeah, Atticus did tried to trick her and not give anything in the end but she let it clear that if she reached the date and Atticus don't keep his promise, she'd get him infront of the whole cult. Would she die? Of fucking COURSE. But does she has the guts to do so?? YES ASWELL. He had a reputation to keep-

So Atticus did it like giving a phone to distract a brat and went "alr take this shit don't tell anyone and go have fun"

The amulet basically get supernatural beings (like demons or ghosts or monsters in general) to feel the sensation of tickling aswell, nothing more and nothing less. Silly and dumb BUT it was Dexter's doom cuz now JJD's dreams came true

You can easily count that as kidnapping to be honest KAJDHDK,, JJD just took him to herself, that's it. Where she goes he'll go and the other way around. Did Dexter liked it? Bruh he was pure NERVES in the beginning, he never felt so much rage, every opportunity he had to try killing her he would give it a shot (yes, she let him have a knife and never took it from him)

Buuuuut it kinda got less worse with time? It began with the fact that the first time he was going nuts because of his needs JJD actually leaved and brought him like, 2 stray cats for him to kill and then went back to sleep. He thought she was messing with him but he noticed it was for real when he tested her and she once again began to walk around with him searching for animals to kill (wanting or not she knows how it feels to have a need, she wouldn't call it empathy but "basic logic")

And after some time JJD is A LITTLE more sufferable and her "peaks of boredom" weren't as bad, still annoying as fuck but now that he basically don't got the physical consequences of it it's way better,, although he still hates them. JJD is unable to shut the fuck up after all /silly but asides from that she's less of a bitch than he imagined

Dexter would still not be sad or mad if JJD died and neither would she if he died-DIED (but she avoids because Dexter benefits her A LOT) and it's kind of a consent that they're getting along SOMETIMES to not make things annoying for both of them, plus he managed to get a few things that staying with Skid or even as a human he wasn't allowed to have, such as just satisfy his needs without having to be careful about it/dealing with consequences, a bodyguard 24/7 and the privilege of going to places and do whatever shit you want because they'll never get you

Those mfs are the definition of "unhealthily healthy", I have NO other ways to describe it, they're both weirdos /aff and I love both of them so much

Mayhaps they can grow into an actual friendship but now that depends on timelines and shit that I like to create ksbdjshdjs

Taglist: @merwynsartblog @clownazon @dismissivedestroyer @jonesy-squish

[isabeauwolf]

Monsterhaul x Mary: She Wolf and the Beast AU (Slight Dabi x Mary)

Chapter 1: Donuts and alleycats

It had only been a few months since Mary and her father moved into this town. She likes it here. It was a quiet and cozy place compared to the overly bustling capital.

Only down side was the odd and judgmental looks she would get for her wolfish features. Manly, her ears, tail and sharp canines. It didn't bother as much as used to when she was a child.

Being the child of a famous Hero had it's ups and downs, her father was always busy, but he made up for it on his days off. Traveling together for festivals, Hero meet and greets, book shops and bakeries all over the world.

No matter how much time passed after her mothers passing when she was a baby, her father never remarried saying that her mother was his one true love, his moonlight and stars. The only treasure she had to remember her by was the golden oval locket: a blue sapphire and a moonstone were in the middle, inside was a picture of her parents smiling as her mother held her.

Portraits of her mother and father were hung up around the house, then ones of herself and her father, but the one in her locket was one of a kind.

Her father wore a matching locket, one side was him and a grown Mary and the other was the happy couple.

Another down side, if Mary was being honest was.... all of the men either wanted her for her body, or her father's money.

Yes, her father spoiled her. What dotting father wouldn't want to give his only child and daughter the world? As many dolls, clothes, books, food, anything her hearts desired, but being the odd girl, she buried her head in books, played outside, cleaned, cooked and baked whenever she wasn't helping widows and single mothers teach their daughters how to read and write.

Did she give a portion of her allowance to people in need? Of course she did.

Did she have to? No.

Why was she born in this world, if not to share it?

Was she a saint? Hell no.

Perhaps it was her wolfish nature, but she was overly competitive, loved a challenge, a good race, adventure. Despite her patience, she was stubborn and wasn't afraid to speak her mind.

It also didn't help that she was stronger than other women. If she got it from her mother or fathers side, she didn't know. On top of her keen sense of smell and hearing, which she mostly kept to herself, except for their handful servants and her father.

Mary felt bad now, but when she was a toddler her father swore up and down to the old gods and new, that he watched her play outside, giggling and laughing like any normal three year old when all of a sudden she saw a snake. Any other child would have screamed, cried and wailed, but what did toddler Mary do? She pouted, glaring at it, bared her baby fangs, picked up a boulder and slammed it down as hard as she could!

Her father rushed outside, scooped her up, checked for injuries, then he handed her off to his guards in training Shota Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada as her father picked up the giant rock. The snake was definitely dead, there was a crater in the ground littered with blood and snake guts.

Toddler Mary still growled and glared at the dead snake, snorting and puffing her chest with pride.

Needless to say, she nearly gave her poor father a heart attack and received a scolding. That was the first day Aizawa and Yamada become her personal bodyguards. The overly tired and grumpy teenager followed by his childhood friend, who was overly boisterous and chatty joined her little family.

Aizawa had a soft cats and loved coffee while Yamada had a fear of insects, saying that he was more of a city kid and hated going into the woodlands.

Nemuri Kayama, a beautiful woman, who was openingly flirty. A expert in matters of the heart, bedroom and body positive, on top of being Mary's personal seamstress. She's close with both Aizawa and Yamada, apparently, their third friend Oboro Shirakumo, who was Nemuri's fiancee, sadly died in battle before they could get married. She still wears her engagement ring on a silver chain underneath her clothes to this day.

It would have been Nemuri's influence on her, looking up to the older woman as a mother and older sister figure.

Mary loved her differences. Her heterochromia: one violet eye and one gold. Her wolf ears and tail. Her curves and figure. She was comfortable in her body. Her waist length silver-white hair that shone like starlight against the full moon.

If their was one thing, she could change about herself?

It was probably to lower her expectations on men and suitors, who called and asked for her hand.

She wanted love, the same her parents had. Someone to talk to about anything and everything, her love of books, someone tall, handsome with eyes that could draw her in. Helped her grow as a person, valued her opinions, instead of thinking of her more like a mini piggy bank or brood mare.

Mary was sick and tried of being looked at like an object, a prize to be won. Being told to her face what she can or can't do. To hell with them!

Mary sighed, walking her early morning stroll towards the bakery every morning for freshly baked pastries and coffee to share with her father and their servants and hired help. It was the lease she could do to brighten their day, rain or shine, she smiles brighter watching her found families face brighten after drinking fresh coffee, donuts, muffins and other confections.

As she neared the shop, a familiar scent of burnt flesh, smoke, burnt caramel hit her nose. Mary's smile on her lips tightened, of course, he's waiting.

Inwardly sighing, she opened the door and walked inside. The freshly baked smell of baked goods and coffee helped ease her nerves a bit.

There he was, the towns number one stray burnt alleycat and casanova, a real ladies man and womanizer.

Dabi.

She will admit that his turquoise eyes were pretty to look at. His hair looked fluffy, despite the lingering scent of hair dye. His piercings and staples made him easy to spot in a crowd, and wonder about his story.

She wasn't bothered by his burn scars, having seen worse from retired and battle survivors. Scares to her were a badge of honor and attractive, but... with Dabi?

His voice was pleasant and raspy.

It was what came out of his mouth that made her bristle and pissed off.

He's been persistent and a royal pain in the ass since day one.

She noticed he had been waiting around the bakery for the last week, as if, he had been waiting for her, or someone else. Was this place a new dating spot? Or was it a coincidence?

"Good morning, Mrs Harris." Mary greeted, the baker and owner. Her husband and boys sold fresh baked goods outside and coffee during first light and came back before brunch or lunch rush. "Is my usual order ready?"

Mrs Harris smiled, "Morning, dear. Yes, I have it ready for you." She already had everything bagged and ready on the counter.

"Is Thomas, James and Oliver with their father this morning?" Mary asked, keeping the conversation doing and pretending that Dabi wasn't there.

She could still feel his lazy and heated gaze on her.

"Yes, they are." She nodded and winked, "can't wait to see you for lunch. It's your favorite."

Mary's smile widened, eyes sparkling. "Pot roast with carrots, potatoes, onions with cheesecake for dessert?" Her tail wagging back and forth in excitement.

Dabi noticed, raising an eyebrow and inwardly chuckled in amusement.

Mrs Harris laughed, "Of course, dear. You are my number one customer after all. Plus, the recipes you share are good."

Mary blushed, a pinkish hue adoring her pale cheeks. "Oh no, it was only a few trial and errors on my part. Oh! don't forget to use the left over broth in the pot to make a homemade gravy for mashed potatoes." She reminded, gushing. "Gives them more flavor while adding the flour."

"Yes, I wrote it down somewhere, but thank you for the reminder."

"Good morning, princess." He leans against the wall, arms and legs crossed and looks at her with a smirk. "Maybe later I'll buy you a drink?"

"Thank you for the offer, but no thank you." Mary grabbed her fresh cup of coffee, a huge 2 gallon container of coffee, disposable cups and large bag full of pasties, paying Mrs Harris as she smiled brightly at the treats, gave her thanks and walked out the shop.

Mrs Harris waved as she went in the back towards the kitchen, setting more order ready for the next customer.

Of course, the black haired, scarred and burnt man was ever persistent as he chuckled, following her outside. "Ouch." Placing a hand over his chest, "Such a cruel beauty, aren't ya." His glaze burning holes into her curves, specifically her ass and hips without shame, openly leering.

"I've heard about you pyro." She replied without glancing over her shoulder. "Dabi. The infamous pyromaniac, sex addict and womanizer, leaving single and married woman with a trail of broken hearts. I'll pass, thank you." Stopping and half turning, "Don't think I can't feel your burning stares you horn dog."

His smirk widened, raising his hands. "Guilty as charged, princess. Can you blame me?" His eyebrow lifts again as he glance down at her chest, clinging to every curve of her body, complimenting her pale skin and silver-white hair.

Her eyes fall to his full lips as she watches his tongue darting out to moisten them, then blinks, turning and resume walking as her cheeks fully turn rosy now. Don't give him mix signals Mar. She scolds herself. "Why are you following me anyways?"

"Call it curiosity, beauty." He admits, taking advantage of his taller high and long legs to quickly catch up with her, walking at her side. "Is it true that wolf shifter women are feral in bed?" Dabi asks bluntly, linking his hands behind his head, azure iris' glancing at her face.

Mary blinks, tilting her head and surprised. "Wha-" Her cheeks fully heated now as she huffs and furrow her brows. "How much more crass and shamelessness can you be, casanova?" Mary asks, wolf ear twitching in irritation and tail swishing back and forth in anger.

"Why should I hide who I am?" He refined back, smirk widening. There's a certain hint of amusement in his eyes as he speaks.

It must be a joke she's missing, perhaps it's for the best.

It wasn't long before Dabi followed her home.

Aizawa and Yamada greeted them at the gate.

Mary stopped and offered them each a donut and poured them a cup of coffee in their reusable thermals, both thanking her.

"Is he bothering you, Lady Bliche?" Aizawa asked, his gaze on Dabi the whole time, overly cautious.

Dabi stared back, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Mary sighed, "It's fine, Aizawa. He's just walking me home."

Yamada ate his donuts and sipped his coffee, god, the man loved gossip and would no doubt share it with Nemuri later. He'd tease Dadzawa later about being overly protective of Mary.

Aizawa sighed, lower his capture scarf. "As you wish, my lady."

"There will be more coffee and such in the kitchen, help yourself while but not too much." She smiled, "I'll be making breakfast."

"You truly spoil us, my lady!" Yamada gushed after finishing his donut, tears in his eyes.

Mary laughed, passing them and waving. "Don't worry about it. Think about it as a treat for working so hard."

Dabi followed, he heard the pair talking.

"I don't trust him as far as I can throw him." Aizawa huffed, sipping his coffee.

"Give the guy a chance, Shouta." Yamada shrugged, lowering his shades, "besides, trust Mary. She wouldn't let him pass, if she hated him."

"She's just being overly nice again and you know it."

Dabi's lips curled, if only they knew. His gaze returned forwards, taking in the sights of the big house. Nice and cozy.

As she reaches for the door, he stops her and holds it open and offering her a mocking bow and a wink, "Ladies first, princess. See I can be a gentleman when I wanna be."

She walks in and thanks him as he waiting outside.

Watching as he turns to leave, she bits her lip. Closing her eyes and holding the bag closer to her chest, opens her eyes and calls out to him. "Dabi, wait."

The black haired stray stops, his lips twitch as he fought to keep the smirk from widening into a shit eating grin. He half turns, tilting his head. "Need something, princess?"

She opens her mouth, then closes it. Exhales through her nose, offering him the giant bag, a noticeable blush on her cheeks. "Here, take as many as you want... as a thank you gift."

The criminal blinked, taking it and glancing inside. "Thanks," his half lidded gaze widened when he seeing a strawberry glazed donuts, he snatched two as he felt his mouth salivate. "How did-?"

"Mrs Harris told me that strawberry was your favorite." Mary answered not looking, as she poured him a cup of coffee, then offered it to him, waiting patiently. "I hope you don't mind that it's black? Unless you want me to get you some sugar, creamer or milk?"

His smirk softened, not much, but she noticed. "Nah, it's fine. I could use the pick me up anyways, it's been a long night." He gave her the bag back and took the beverage.

"Enemy soldiers giving you the great Dabi a hard time?" She joked, closing, tilting her head.

"Not a chance in hell, princess." He fired back, his lazy and cockiness returning. "Those wannabe's will need a lot more fire power to take me and my team down." He winked, "Don't worry, I'll keep ya safe. Call my name and I'll come, any day or night." He purred the last bit, between them.

"Thank you for the offer," Mary blushed, "and walking me home. You didn't have to do that. I can take care of myself."

"Oh, I'm sure you can." He chuckled, azure eyes lighting in amusement, he knows something. "I've seen you show your claws and fangs, lifting a guy and slammed him into the ground like a doll." He was impressed.

Mary's eyes widened, "Shit." She nearly dropped the bag, growing more flustered. "Sorry that you had to see that. Most guys would be scared off."

"Why?" He asked, biting into his donut. "Doesn't bother me."

Her shoulders sagged, "I'm sure."

He hummed, turning again and gently raised his cup to his lips. "Thanks for breakfast. Maybe you'll let me inside next time, princess." He walked with laziness and confidence, past the guards, around the corner and was gone.

Mary groaned, "So much for not giving him mixed signal, Mar." She walked fully inside the house and closed the door, towards the dining room where her father, waited as he read his morning paper. "Morning, dad." She greeted, moving towards him.

He glanced up, moving his long blonde mane out of his eyes. He had a lettering laying on top of the newspaper, he closed it.

She placed the items onto the table.

"Mar." Her father takes her hand, squeezing lightly. A deep crease forms between his eyebrows, and his mouth is pulled down into a frown.

Mary scans his face for any indication of what's wrong. Worry and nervousness clinging onto her fathers scent. "Dad what's wrong? Something's troubling you."

Her father's blue eyes are filled with nothing but sadness as he looks around the room, it's quiet. He was usually a man who's always seen smiling, these last three years had been rough on him; he retired as a retired hero after he suffered from a near fatal injury. This once strong man was reduced to the appearance of frail looking, broken man. Blackness surround the whites of his eyes, sunken and every once in a while he still coughs up blood.

The strong arms that would lift her high into the sky, appear as if she was flying. So much had changed, but she supposed moving into this new town was for the best. No matter how much everyone gossiped about her or how Dabi wouldn't take no for an answer.

It was still their new home.

He remained quiet and avoids her eyes. "Yes."

Mary glances around, her heart sinking in her chest. "Was it what the doctor said?"

"No, it's nothing like that sweetheart." He waves her off with a sheepish smile, slowing standing to his feet.

Mary lets out a breath, relaxing a little. "Then what is it?"

"Come sit, please," Taking her by the arm, leading her into the chair closest to him, pulled it out for her and in as she sat down. He walked back to his own seat. "I'm worried about you, Mar." He swallows nervously as he sits down, leans his elbows on the table, interlocking his hands. "You work so hard and try to make everyone happy, but who's making you happy?"

Mary blinks. "Dad where is this going?" Please don't let it be where she thinks it's going?

"You've turned away every suitor who's asked for your hand." He sighed, leaned over and placed his hand over hers.

"Dad," She shook her head. "When I marry I want it to be for love." She admitted, "most of these men want your money and connections." She frowned, "They don't want me for me."

He lightly squeezed her hand, "Don't give up, sweetheart." Offering a small smile, reaching out and patting the top of her head, between her ears. "Now, let's eat. These smell amazing." Smile brightening into the big, heroic and cheesy smile her father was known for; soothing her worries as she returned it.

"Mrs Harris is making my favorite for lunch and using the recipe I shared." Mary answered, nearly bouncing out of her seat. Opening the bag, pulling out a blueberry muffin for herself and a plan donut for him. He loved the classic and dunked it in his coffee.

"That's wonderful," pouring them each a cup, adding two spoonfuls of sugar and creamer for her and black with light creamer for himself. "See? Moving here wasn't' all so bad was it?"

"Dad," she groaned lightly, laughing and shaking her head.

He tilted his head, "What? Give this old man some credit for finding this place despite it not showing up on the map. Peace and quiet, it's what we need." His lips quirked up, teasing lit in his blue eyes. "What's this I hear about the Dabi showing interest in you?" He slipped on his beverage. "He's certainly an interesting and handsome character." He shrugged, "No judgement here, as long as he takes care of you, it's all I ask. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt."

"Dabi?!" Mary's face grew heated and her tail fluffed up behind her before she used it to cover her face. "What makes you think he's even interested?" She asks, growing more embarrassed hearing him chuckle wholeheartedly. It made her own grin widen.

"I've seen him follow you around like a puppy, it's cute. Men like him usually fall for a sweet young lady eventually." Lowering his cup, arching an eyebrow. "Do you not find him handsome?"

Lowering her tail into her lap, she sighs. "It's not that. He's handsome despite his flaws, he's powerful, crass, but rude and concede..." She sipped her coffee. "I don't think he's the one for me."

"It's your life, Mar. Don't let me stop you from fulfilling your dreams." He reached over and patting her hand, smiling softly.

Mary nodded, grinning and sipping her coffee before eating her muffin.

His interest turn to his breakfast, breaks his donut in half and dunking it into his coffee, setting it soak, then ate it. He swallows his mouthful and raised an eyebrow, teasing. "What about Young Midoriya or Shinso?"

Mary nearly choked on her coffee as she sputtered, "Daddy! They are way too young for me." A five year difference might not seen like much, but she would must rather date and marry someone closer to her age. "Besides they can't legally drink yet."

"Alright, alright," he raises his hands in surrender. "I'll stop. Just promise that whoever you decide to marry, I get to meet him first. Can't give my daughter away to a stranger."

Izuku Midoriya was a young newly rookie adventurer who trained under her father for the past year and a half. A mini famous of the famous All Might, it was adorable when she heard him nerding out, overthinking and muttering to himself out loud. His green eyes and black and green curls, freckled cheeks were adorable, but Mary looked at him as a younger brother. He's such a kind soul, genuinely earnest and honest.

Hitoshi Shinso another young man who's been training with Aizawa since they moved here. His gravity defying indigo locks, matching eyes and eyes bags made him look similar to his feather when Aizawa's quirk activated. Shinso had gotten Midoriya with his quirk a few times during their sparing matches, one of the biggest and most hilarious moments was when Shinso made Midoriya's childhood friend Bakugo strip down naked and ran through the street yelling, "fight the fairies!" during last summer fest.

"I'll put these away, then head to the library," Mary downed her coffee, picked two donuts from the bag and put away the left overs in the kitchen.

Her father stood, taking his dishes into the kitchen, washing them, dried them and hung them on the drying rack hanging over the sink. "The next Hero meet and greet is this weekend. Want to come?" He asked, drying his hands.

"I'll home down the fort." Mary nodded her head, covering her mouth with her hand in-between bites of her chocolate glazed goodness. "Besides, you could use the piece and quiet without Aizawa breathing down your neck. I know you might want a breather."

"Do you want me to bring you anything back?" He offered. He always felt bad not bringing her back any kind of souvenirs from his travels.

Food wouldn't travel well. She didn't need anymore books right now or clothes. Mary thought of her favorite flower, something simple and always brought a smile to her face. "A rose," she hummed. "A single rose, please. You can wait and get it on the last day."

"It that all?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "You don't have to hold back any request you know? Your the daughter of the former number one hero, you can ask for anything. Name it, sweetheart." He pressed lightly, returning the hand towel in it's place. "Don't hold back on my account."

"Dad," Mary snickered, "just a rose," she leaned against the kitchen island, ears flattening against her head and frowning. "I already have everything, I could ask for. Just please, be safe and take Philippe with you." She encouraged, "he needs the exorcise and I'm sure he'd love all the fresh apples."

"Alright," He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck and smiling sheepishly. "If a rose is what you want, I will bring it back."

Mary hugged him as he rests his chin on the top of her head, returning the hug. "I love you, dad."

"I love you too, sweetheart." Giving her a gentle squeeze and lets go, glancing down. He's reminded everyday that his little girl isn't so little anymore. Twenty-one years has gone by in a flash, he just wishes his wife could have been apart of it. "I'll go pack. Don't get into too much trouble while I'm away." The retired hero chuckled and ruffling her hair as he lets go.

"It's not me you have to worry about," She defends herself, crossing her arms and gathering ingredients for lunch, waving a hand behind her without looking. "Tell that to all the weirdo's out there."

"You are just as bad at attracting trouble as someone else I knew." Toshinori shook his head and heading towards the exit.

Mary raised her voice, laughing. "It's you dad, don't deny it! I've heard stories from Grand Torino and you know it!"

"Am not!" He denied it, hard. He knew it was true.

"Keep telling yourself that!" Mary glanced at her recipe books, smiling brightly.

Outside the kitchen window, Himiko Toga crouched, hiding in the flowerbed, waiting silently, listening and smiled. Dabi is going to be able when he finds out that his princess will be home alone. Giggling to herself, covering her mouth with the long sleeves of Mary's sweater. Such a pretty wolfy for our future queen. She wore it to mask her scent and was tasked to bring back a few of their queen's belonging to Dabi.

Simple things that wouldn't easily being noticed as missing.

Himiko couldn't help noticing Mary's and Dabi's cute encounter and obvious flirting. Mary was so cute, beautiful and strong! The younger teen blushing as she remembers seeing Mary walking out of the woodlands one morning, completely naked and covered in blood.

Closing her eyes, she could still picture it. The most magical and beautiful sight.

In the early mornings, the mixture of oranges and purples as the sun slowly rising - when she saw her.

Mary panting and stumbling, Himiko's breath hitched and the scent of cooper and iron coming off the wolf woman in waves. Blood splatter in her silver-white hair as her sharp cainines glittened, a trail of the crimson liquid running down her mouth as she wiped it away.

Then patches of fur growing and spreading, covering the woman as her body shifted from woman into wolf. Her coat the color of freshley fallen snow and her eyes were glowing, a shade of icy blue.

The she-wolf trotted towards a pile of discarded clothes laying on the ground, picking them up with her teeth and ran off, fast as lightening, she quickly became a blur in the distance.

Himiko was still enthralled, she had never met another person who craved blood or had a blood related quirk apart from Mister Stainy, or the Adventurer knows as Blood King.

Himiko opened her bright, honeyed cat-like eyes and blinked the memory away, cupping her heated cheeks, completely flushed as she cooed inwardly to herself and bit her lip. Mary, my dearest blood sister. You will apart of our family soon~

Kurogiri's warp gate opened beside her, The League was waiting.

Himiko frowned, quickly turning and peaking into the window watching as Mary hummed to herself and cooked what looked to be loaded potato soup. Her frown deepened, she wanted to gossip about girl talk and romance while cooking, or shopping trips with Mary.

Inwardly sighing, Himiko backed away, crawling towards the warp gate and clutching her haul tightly against her chest, peaking over her shoulder one more time, then disappeared while thinking. Until next time, bye bye, sister.

Mary blinked and glanced out the window, she had the strange feeling that someone was watching. The strong scent of affection hit her nose? Did she have an admirer? Did someone want to talk with her? Placing the lid on the pot as she stepped towards the window and opening it, closing her eyes, tilting her head back and scenting the air.

This scent was unfamiliar.

Opening her eyes, it was best to keep it in her memory banks for later. Perhaps, she could make a friend? Smiling lightly as she closed the window, returning towards the stove, lowering the heat to a simmer and setting the timer, carrying it with her as she excited the kitchen and headed towards the library.

Unaware that this weekend would change everything she's ever known.

-------- Ending of Chapter 1 -------

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Did ya'll except Dabi to become Gaston? Yes? No? I can't help it! Zombie man wouldn't leave! If ya'll thought Dabi was overly horny and feral for Mary in my other fanfics, you ain't seen nothing yet!

Get ready for Yandere Dabi as he fights for Mary's affection against Monsterhaul! (Yeah, I switched Dabi and Shiggy's roles with Dabi as the Leader and Shiggy as his cousin and right hand man; it fits!)

On another note, I decided to make All Might into Mary's dad to change things up. Plus having Aizawa and Present Mic as her personal guards :)

Do ya'll get the reference I made Bakugo say? XD

Gimme your thoughts!

[xiaoscarasimp]

Cat Boi Interlude-Xiao & Zhongli/Childe Story

This was supposed to be a story of Xiao and Scara together but ended up writing the lead up to Xiao coming to y/n house

 When Zhongli told Xiao he was going to be living with y/n and their cat boy Scaramouche, he panicked, asking Zhongli over and over again if he was sick of taking care of him, or did his fiance convince him to finally remove him. 

"No, no," Zhongli reassured him by ruffling Xiao's head. "Y/n is an amazing colleague and she deeply cares for her cat boy, Scaramouche, so I figured that since there's going to be a lot of chaos while we move into Childe's house, I want you to be safe and away from it all. Movers can be quite loud, if I'm going to be very honest." 

Xiao's ears droop; it finally happened. Zhongli was using moving as a means to get rid of him, just like his old owners had done. The cat boy's eyes welled up in tears, his vision becoming blurry, and he even started to hyperventilate. Zhongli couldn't be doing this right? He loved Xiao, right? Was Childe more important than Xiao? What was Zhongli's hidden motive of taking Xiao in to begin with?

His thoughts started spinning out of control, but Zhongli patted his head once more, knowing what to do to soothe the poor panicking cat boy. "You'll be fine," Zhongli whispered into Xiao's ear. "Just be yourself and be polite to your hosts. I'll try to come see you when I can." 

Xiao nodded, preparing for the worst and what to do when y/n wasn't around. He liked video games a decent amount, plus he enjoyed reading as well. Being a cat boy, he often could not resist the urge to play with yarn or other toys. However, Xiao didn't pack any of these things because he didn't want to be seen as childish or worse yet: have them broken by y/n or the other cat boy.

What was the other cat boy like? Would they get along? What if the other cat boy had a personality like Childe? That would be the worst. Childe was loud and boisterous and overly friendly, which caused Xiao to clam up inside, unsure of how to go with the flow of conversations. 

He felt uncertain about living with another cat person again, worrying it would bring back memories of his adopted siblings. Would the other boy be easy going or rigid? 

As Xiao was laying on his bed, dealing with his ruminating thoughts, Childe knocked on his door, causing the poor cat boy to almost jump out of his fur. Xiao glared at him, blaming the ginger in his mind for why Zhongli was abandoning him. Childe asked for permission to come in, and Xiao begrudgingly allowed him in his space. The ginger sat backwards in the chair that was across from the cat boy’s bed. 

"Hey, comrade," Childe says meekly, smiling and unsure how to approach the subject. "I really enjoy having you here and I wouldn't tell Zhongli to get rid of you. In fact, we are moving to a bigger house and you'll have not only your own bedroom room, but an entertainment room as well, lined with bookcases for your manga and a huge TV for your video game consoles.” Xiao’s ears flicked happily at this offer, although he watched the taller man for any signs that he was lying or deceiving him. Although Childe’s eye didn’t hold that much light to them, Xiao had become very perceptive of when he was lying or hiding something from him.

When Xiao couldn’t detect that Childe was lying, his eyes lit up slightly, tail swinging back and forth, but only just a bit. He was excited to have an entertainment room and his own bedroom, but the ginger would still be there, making moves on his master, touching his master, and above all: taking his master’s attention away from the poor cat boy. Xiao was not unloved by any means, he was just over protective of Zhongli and possibly over devoted so that Zhongli had no reason to throw him out. 

“Are your bags packed? Did you need anything extra for the time you’re at y/n house?” Childe asked, attempting to pet Xiao’s head, but Xiao swatted his hand away, eyes narrowed. How dare someone touch him that wasn’t his master?

Later that night, Xiao heard his master and Childe talking about y/n and how grateful they were that they were taking Xiao in while they move. However, due to Xiao's above average hearing(even by cat boy standards) he heard Childe mumble something about how he would miss Xiao, but was grateful that the two lovers would get some time alone together. It was at this notion that Zhongli reprimanded him harshly, saying that while yes, time alone would be nice, Xiao is still part of the family and that the ginger shouldn't be so quick to dismiss the cat boy's presence.

The day of going to y/n had arrived. Xiao was nervous to the point of emotionally shutting down and stroking his tail to try and calm down. His ears were alert, trying to detect any instance of relief that he would be away for a month, however, the only sign of joy Zhongli showed was that Xiao might be able to make a friend. Xiao's nerves hit a fever pitch getting out of the car, almost to the point of falling out.

"Did you want me to knock or did you want to do it?" Zhongli gently asked. 

Xiao's ears pressed against his head in embarrassment. "You do it," He mumbled.

"Very well."

[cuntwrap--supreme]

I came home early from my silly little mountain trip because my mom decided to tag along with my sister to LA and the kids were left here alone. Now, they're 15 and 16, so probably ok on their own. I just know they're.... not the brightest when it comes to things like not setting the house on fire (I came home to no one in the house but 5 candles lit, and there are 3 cats in the house who love to knock things onto the floor) or locking doors (front door was unlocked) or saving energy (AC was set at 62 and every single light - inside and out - was on).

My brother and sister come home from whatever teenagers do these days and my brother instantly goes, "Did you hear what happened when you were gone?" And I start freaking out because oh my god what did they do? But it turns out it's just shit with my mom again. Of course. She goes to this festival in LA promising to be on her best behavior and then starts throwing herself in front of moving vehicles, begging people to hit her and kill her, all because my sister told her she was being dramatic about some event that got lost in the rendition I was told. So she called a 5150 on my mom and had her put in a psych ward for the past two days. Allegedly she's checked herself out now and was last heard from walking from this hospital to the airport, which I was told was something like 15 miles apart. I told my sister it wasn't her fault, whatever it is that happened, and that I hope she knows everything our mom does is for attention and to gain control of a situation, which is true. She only threatens to kill herself if she feels she doesn't have control over one of us. I told her that, next time, she should just let her do whatever histrionic bullshit she's pulling and move along like it's not happening. The only way I've ever found to combat my mom's "you're not doing what I want you to so I'll go hang myself in a tree!" behavior is to say, "Ok. Bet." and ignore her from there. Is that callous? I wish I had the capacity to care about that any more.

So this psycho ass bitch decides on a whim to leave her teenage kids alone without telling them, goes to the opposite side of the country, ruins my little mini vacation because I have more of a sense of responsibility than she does and don't want two inexperienced young people left alone for several days, ruins my other sister's vacation by being a crazy ass and leaving her with no ride home when she gets back into town (and an Uber from the airport to her house is like $70, so I'll end up having to get her), and now that I'm home I'll have to deal with her whenever she finds her way back out east.

This is the second or third time she's ended up in a mental hospital in the past two years, and for some reason no one in these places cares enough to do shit. They just let her go, every time. I cannot stand her. The sister she went to LA with is the world's biggest ass kisser, so I'm surprised she drew the line somewhere; usually she just tells my mom she's the best mom ever and buys her shit and things get dropped, though it only serves to fuel my mom's delusions that I'm a total sack of shit for not caring when she's throwing a tantrum. My youngest sister only wants a relationship with our mom because that's her last living parent and she regrets not being able to know her dad as well as she'd like to have, even though she admits regularly that she doesn't like talking to our mom because she's always mean to her. And my brother wants nothing to do with her because she's always telling him he's a failure and a piece of shit and he should just drop out of school and kill himself because he'll never be anything. But we've also all given up calling DCS long ago because they don't give a single fuck either. I'm 27 and my other sister is 25. Either of us could easily take our teen siblings - anyone who knows us knows we've done more to raise them than our own mother. But nope. No one cares. So she's just allowed custody of kids she clearly doesn't want because reasons.

I'm so sick of the shit. I can't even have a fucking break because of her, and I'm at a point (again, because of her) where I feel my only way out is death. She's hands down the worst person I've met in my entire life, and I've never been a person who holds any value to others unless it's as a sexual object or for exploitative reasons such as "I am a hard worker and will do anything I'm asked." Just so fucking tired, but I can't escape. I swear to god, though, if she comes home and wants to throw hands, I can bench more than she weighs and can squat almost double her weight, and I have been waiting for a bitch to try some shit with me for a very long time.

[bungoustraypups]

tl;dr: you have a good point here, but the reply is also correct and the response is unnecessarily dismissive. anything that tries to compare the training wild animals in captivity do for zoological reasons (or otherwise) to the training domestic animals who frequently interact with lots of humans on a daily basis, some of whom they may never have met before, is going to fall extremely flat and i'm unsure why you seem to think that reblog was somehow silly when it's... common sense

so this response feels... incredibly disingenous. bc the reblog has a HUGE point that's failing to be noticed here.

i agree, a lot of the behavioral tools we use on our pets is 100% unnecessary and sometimes harmful. if you declaw your cat, and you know what declawing actually is? you're going to see me in your house and it won't be a friendly visit.

but there are things that domesticated animals who are frequently around humans simply cannot be allowed to do. there are times where they must have their behavior corrected and addressed appropriately and with compassion, but sometimes this includes being what you might call "unkind"

i have grown up with mostly cats and dogs my whole life, i'm almost 26 now (in september i will be). you cannot allow a dog to simply wander off as it chooses or decide when it wants to listen to you. you cannot allow a cat to choose not to use a litterbox in your home. you cannot allow a cat or dog or any pet to wander about the counters where humans eat because they are gross and carry diseases on them which can severely harm and kill us at any age, and some which carry more risk when the person is very young or old or disabled/ill or pregnant etc etc

we had to train our pit/lab mix, pascal, not to jump on people because i live with two elderly people. if she jumps on them, there is a HUGE chance they could be severely injured, or possibly even killed. she'd also no doubt get put down if she so much as snapped her jaws in the air at a small child with an overprotective parent who thinks pit bulls are murder machines. but even if she wasn't a pit mix, you cannot allow a dog who lives in close proximity with humans to exhibit behaviors that are dangerous to humans

note for the following: pascal was not an intentional acquisiton, i found her running around abandoned in a parking lot and my grandpa fell in love with her, my plan was to foster and rehome but given how attached he got and how attached she also got to him, that plan was understandably scrapped

i can promise you the responder is not saying they don't use a leash when walking their dog. but, probably like the responder, i had to train pascal not to run out of the door when it was opened. some folks can have their housemates hold their at-present untrained dog when they go out of the door, but i didn't have this luxury as my housemates are, as mentioned above, elderly. i can't have pascal leashed 24/7 indoors or outdoors, that's not practical nor is it fair to her and can also cause issues with understanding what the leash means ("time to go outside" "why am i wearing it inside then?" yknow). i had to train her to not do that

pascal's recall, admittedly, is still kinda terrible. her housetraining is too, but both of those are for reasons outside of our control. and both can be fixed with time, and will be once life isn't trying to kill all of us constantly

nobody's saying to be cruel to or abuse animals in the name of training them. there's plenty of nice, compassionate, kind ways to train all manners of animals. it's not a bad thing to ask yourself if your animal really needs something just bc society says so, too! there's a lot of stuff they don't need to be made to do or given or trained to do etc etc that a lot of owners think they do

most ppl who declaw their cats do so for convenience, for example, and bc they don't understand that there's cheaper, easier, and much less torturous ways of preventing scratching your furniture than literally removing their first joint of their toe, which most of them don't know is what declawing entails, and apparently most vets who practice declawing don't freely give this information. unless it's a medical necessity as determined by a vet, i don't think declawing, cropping, or docking of animals should ever be done, period. cosmetic changes to animals are ridiculous and the only ones i think are okay sometimes are silly harmless ones like when i put my old cat mischief in a raven costume for halloween, or sometimes when people paint their dog's fur with non-toxic dog-safe paint or whatever, not permanent changes that serve no purpose other than for our eyes to look at

an orca is not the same as a domestic animal. i shouldn't have to tell you this but apparently i do, given the response. orcas in captivity (who, btw, shouldn't be in captivity at all given we don't know how to properly care for them and i cannot think of a single organization with them right now in the world who is truly invested in learning how to do that bc we all know seaworld ain't shit and the others internationally aren't much better from what i've scoped out, i could be wrong and things mighta changed but yk) can be allowed to do things that simply cannot be allowed in a domestic cat or dog or livestock animal etc for the simple reason of you will never need to hire someone to look after your pet orca while you're on vacation, but you might need to for your pet or your farm etc etc, and your animal should know how to behave so as to not make their life a living hell

using spray bottles on a cat isn't evil or cruel also, lmao. it's not a tool that should be used excessively, but when you have little assholes who are too young to know why they should care about not chasing each other onto the tv stand with the $400+ television we can't afford to replace, sometimes you gotta whip it out before disaster happens. my older kitties understand what "no" and "get down" mean, but the five young boys playing tag frequently have yet to learn this - or, at least, have yet to understand that when daddy says "no" or "get down" he means do it now - given they're all about eight months and younger and basically entering teenage years, so they get the bottle sometimes. at worst, it disgruntles and mildly bothers them for a maximum of five minutes before they forget about it and do something else. it also teaches them to be more cautious around the television (i'm serious, i've seen the behavioral change, it just takes a while and isn't all at once), and they need to jump down and/or stop what they're doing when i reach for a bottle-shaped object. half the time i don't even need to use it, they just stop and that's all i need them to do, they don't need to get down as long as they're not at risk of property destruction

also the only reason that happens with cetaceans in captivity is, ironically, because of what you said: you literally cannot force them to do it, at least not without risking major harm to yourself. otherwise people would do it. you can't pick up an orca and put it in a carrier to take it to the vet. you can, however, do this with a cat, and you should, because cats are - gasp - more at risk of developing injuries and diseases due to their prevalence and environment and proximity to humans and therefore need to go more often, and also so they can get yearly vaccines they need to prevent disease spread etc

animals often have to be forced into doing what's best for them because it's impossible to explain it to them. i'm sure my boys would love being able to run free through the front yard off-leash! however i'm also sure they'd hate getting hit by a car or eaten by an unruly dog or carried off by a hawk or killed by another cat -insert all the ways feral cats die here- so on and so forth. but since they're cats and i can't explain this to them, that means i have to be the meanie who blocks them from running out the front door with my foot for two seconds when i bring the groceries in, and they'll act like miette about it for a bit ("you KICK chungus like the football?!") before forgetting it ever happened. the tradeoff here, of course, is that they remain safe and i don't have to face the trauma of losing one of my babies in a preventable accident or occurrence because they ran outside into the road and were killed in a split second

there are reasons why we don't treat pets like we do zoo animals, and not all of them are terrible

Learning anything about marine mammal training will make you re-evaluate so much of your relationship with your own pets. There is so much force involved in the way we handle domestic animals. Most of it isn’t even intentional, it just stems from impatience. I’m guilty of it myself!

But with the exception of certain veterinary settings where the animal’s health is the immediate priority, why is it so important to us that animals do exactly what we want exactly when we want it? Why do we have to invent all these tools and contraptions to force them to behave?

When a whale swam away from a session, that was that. The trainer just waited for them to decide to come back. If they flat out refused to participate in behaviors, they still got their allotment of fish. Nothing bad happened. Not even when 20-30 people were assembled for a procedure, and the whale chose not to enter the medical pool. No big deal. Their choice and comfort were prioritized over human convenience.

It’s almost shocking to return to domestic animal medicine afterwards and watch owners use shock collars and chokers and whips to control their animals. It’s no wonder that positive reinforcement was pioneered by marine mammal trainers. When you literally can’t force an animal to do what you want, it changes your entire perspective.

I want to see that mindset extended to our domestic animals.

[gaoau]

Or maybe I will find you in a parallel story

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It had been somewhat of an unspoken agreement to spend their private time together at [Name]'s apartment. Since her art supplies and canvas were waiting for her there, and Chifuyu loved watching her paint more than anything, it made sense to always head over to her place after work. Not to mention, Peke J was smart enough to be left to his own devices for a couple hours, but Ai wasn't. Although it was true that the cat was starting to judge Chifuyu for showing up less and less at the house.

When the suggestion slipped out of Chifuyu's tongue, he was admittedly blinded by the excitement of Takemichi finally meeting his girlfriend. Which didn't mean he was regretting his decision; on the contrary, the moment she stepped into his house, it felt like the pieces to his happiness had all fallen into place. [Name] didn't stay behind in her feelings as she was overjoyed to visit Chifuyu's home for the first time. He opened the door for her and immediately while taking off her shoes, the whole place enveloped her in a warm embrace of Chifuyu's essence.

She set down her bag and crouched to unhook Ai from his leash, allowing him to dart inside the living room and inspect every last corner. As Chifuyu carried the groceries to his kitchen to start cooking, [Name] knelt on the floor. Her brain could hardly process all the blissful peace engulfing her and overwhelming her mind. The smile on her face was weightless to the point she didn't feel it—it was just naturally painting her lips. Ai sniffed the furniture up and down, wagging his tail excitedly. Similarly, Chifuyu hummed a random tune and swayed while working the knife.

Harmony. Joy and peace and harmony and her ducks were all in a row finally. [Name] felt like she could cry. She'd be lying if she pretended the few tears that slipped from her eyes were not there.

Before she could go over to Chifuyu and force him to let her help with dinner, an ear-piercing meow ripped through the pleasant atmosphere. [Name] cursed under her breath, swiveling her head towards the table where she spotted a black cat whipping its tail in the air. From the kitchen, Chifuyu snickered, "That's Peke J announcing his presence."

"Oh!" [Name] clapped her hands softly. She strode up to the cat, reaching her fingers out for him to assess she was not a threat. Peke J rubbed against her palm once he was comfortable with her. "So this is the famous Peke J I've heard so much about. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. You're just as handsome as your dad made you out to be." And it was almost like he understood each of the words she was using to shower him with praise. He gently headbutted her stomach, purring as she raked her fingers down from his head to his tail.

"Don't spoil him too much, he gets cocky."

She spared a glance at him over her shoulder. Like father, like son. Not that she would manifest that idea unless she wanted to deal with a pouty Chifuyu. On second thought, maybe she did want to see Chifuyu pout, it was always endearing. With a mirthful chuckle, she turned back to Peke J to admire him and his weird-looking head. Cats' heads were really weird. He definitely resembled the cat from her middle-school years; identical size, iconic glistening black fur, elegant whiskers. If it weren't for the eyes, he'd be a carbon copy.

[Name]'s mind drifted off as she gazed into Peke J's dark eyes. She wondered why Chifuyu had asked her to paint a blue-eyed cat when this guy had brown eyes. They were certainly beautiful, a shade so reminiscent of rich soil and molten chocolate that she would love to paint with. "I didn't know cats could have dark brown eyes," she piped up without minding her words. Peke J bumped his head against her palm. "I thought they stopped at hazel." She tore her gaze away from his sharp, bronze irises so she could properly address Chifuyu.

He turned towards her with a questioning raised brow. As far as he knew, cats didn't have brown eyes at all. "Hazel is the most they do. Peke J has blue eyes, though."

"Huh?"

His attention shifted to the cat affectionately brushing against [Name]. He blinked at him with bright blue eyes. "Yeah, his eyes are blue."

Chifuyu resumed his dinner preparations while [Name] returned to Peke J. Effectively, he was staring back at her with unblinking, sapphire eyes. "You're right… Huh, that's… odd…" A confused frown settled on her brows. The cat sat on the table, his tail whipping at the air. He stopped rubbing against her as she contemplated the random lapsus of her brain. 

She watched him gracefully land on the floor and walk away with a gaze the same color as Chifuyu's. How could she ever mix that up with brown? She was becoming more comfortable with colors the more she powered through new art pieces, and although she was still struggling, she'd never confused two completely different hues. When Ai bounded over with a skip in his step, the thought disappeared from her head. He didn't hesitate for a moment to sniff Peke J up and down, nudging his muzzle against the cat. Peke J tumbled back, deciding if he should hiss at this new creature or brush up against him.

[Name] laughed wholeheartedly the moment they began playing together. Surprisingly, Peke J was being very gentle while slapping his paws at the puppy, keeping his claws in. [Name] cooed, "You got a friend now, boy, aren't you happy? Aren't you happy you got someone to play with now, bubs?" Ai's whole body trembled with excitement as he tried to catch the cat's attacks with his mouth. "We can ask Chifuyu to drop by more often so you won't be lonely, bubba."

"He's playing with Peke J?" Chifuyu's voice approached her from behind as he abandoned the kitchen. He stood beside her and dried his palms on his apron.

"More like Peke J's decimating him, but sure." She leaned into Chifuyu, welcoming the feeling of his arm snaking around her waist. "I think he's just excited to finally see someone to play with. He gets kinda lonely when I'm at work."

A wide grin pulled on Chifuyu's lips. His head rested on [Name]'s shoulder, brown strands of hair tickling her neck. "Isn't that good, Ai?" The puppy whipped around at the call of his name. He was almost dancing, panting with joy and reveling in the attention poured on him. "You can play with Peke J anytime now." Chifuyu tightened his grip on his girlfriend and squeezed her closer to him. It was a promise that he'd let his house become hers for whenever she needed it, just as her apartment had become his. Maybe now they would play rock-paper-scissors to decide where to spend the night.

As they both admired the playful pets wrestling on the ground, the mouth-watering fragrance of sizzling vegetables wrapped around them. [Name] sniffed the air and sighed in delight. "I'll get the table ready." She craned her neck to place a soft kiss atop his hair.

Chifuyu nuzzled into her skin for a moment longer before he found the drive to pull away. "Okay, I'll go finish up." He accepted another kiss from her and contentedly skipped back to the kitchen. [Name] chuckled at his childlike nature, adoring every second of it.

The muted sound of the hair dryer reached [Name] all the way from Chifuyu's bathroom. The moment she'd walked into his bedroom, she was everything but expecting to find her messy sketch of two-toned fish framed above his dresser. He'd left her to make herself comfortable while he hopped in the shower, allowing her to steal any clothes she wanted from his closet. Ai at her feet wondered what she was doing idly standing with her eyes glued to the crappy painting on the wall. To think Chifuyu had tried to pay for something as low-effort as that, and even then, he still went and spent money on a good-quality frame just to have it on display.

It seemed so long ago she had slapped those blobs of paint onto a sheet of paper, she was doubting she'd managed that with the same hands she used to hold Chifuyu. Her mind lost track of time; both the months that had passed and the minutes she spent frozen before her own creation. It wasn't until Chifuyu emerged from the bathroom that she snapped back to reality, aided by the call of his voice, "I was meaning to ask you if you'd make another one to go with it."

With jolting shoulders, [Name] turned her back to the wall and faced her boyfriend on the bed. His arms were hugging Ai to his chest. He grinned that weightless, charming smile of his that eased all her doubts. "I can make one even better than that." Because she'd do anything to repay him for being hers—from a measly painting to carving his name in her heart to destroying the world, she was willing to do anything he wanted.

"Do I get a discount for being your boyfriend?"

"The discount is free, Chifuyu," she laughed.

His lips twisted into a childish pout. "Are you ever gonna let me pay for your art?"

"Not unless you have a good reason."

"I love you."

Gleeful giggles bubbled in her chest and burst through the beam on her face. "You almost got me." It was marvelous to feel the warmth of his words flowing around her, enveloping her in all the genuine joy and happiness Chifuyu held inside of him. The more he looked at her, the more her heart let go of that soreness of finally being put to use. She was starting to get used to loving Chifuyu.

While he crawled under the bedsheets, switching on the lamp on the nightstand, Peke J understood this was his cue to claim his own spot on the mattress. He didn't allow [Name] a moment to react as he settled next to Chifuyu without so much as a second thought. He curled up into a ball, tucked his head between his paws, and dozed off almost instantly. Chifuyu debated between laughing or profusely apologizing for raising one hell of a brat.

[Name] broke the silence for him with a few chuckles. Arms akimbo, she moved to hover above the cat, catching his soft purs of victory. She hummed, "I can sleep on the couch if His Majesty doesn't wanna give up the bed." Rolling her eyes, she picked Peke J up in her arms so she could settle on his sacred place. Once she was comfortable against the headboard and warm under the bedsheets, she released the cat from her grasp. He couldn't be bothered while he rested on her stomach.

Chifuyu snickered to himself. There was something so endearing about her handling his cat with as much care as she would her own. Even if it was expected, she went above and beyond, sneaking small bites out of her meal to share with him. She'd allowed him to feast from her chopsticks, not caring when the cat walked all over the dinner table out of habit. Chifuyu was more than glad that the four of them clicked like puzzle pieces in a perfect picture of a small family. "You know, not even Baji-san would've shared his food with Peke J like that," he blurted the first thought to pop up in his brain. He was nearly entranced while admiring the sight of her gently tapping Peke J's nose.

"Really?" Her fingers scratched behind the cat's ears and stroked down his body. She glanced down at Chifuyu, his cheek propped up on his palm as he gazed up at her. "He sounds like he would have."

"I was lucky he shared half his yakisoba with me," he snorted. He was lucky to meet Baji in general, not just because he decided to split his favorite food.

[Name] puffed a faint chuckle that disappeared into the silence. The smile on her face slowly began vanishing while her eyes narrowed in thought. Chifuyu didn't seem to notice the somber expression settling on her face. "How was…" her voice trailed off in hesitation. He turned his curious gaze from Peke J cuddling into Ai to his girlfriend's pursed lips. "How was the yakisoba I made for your birthday?" Deep down, she wasn't sure this was a conversation to be had right now. She didn't even know how to start correctly.

Chifuyu's intense blue eyes lit up at the mention of the meal. His mouth was almost watering as he remembered lunch on his birthday. "That was crazy good," he hummed, delighted, "Far better than the grocery store ones. I know Baji-san would've loved it, so I left him half."

It hurt. Every time he talked about one of his most important people, it was all expressed in would have's. Baji would have, he would have, would have, would have, would have. [Name] watched him grin in contentment and naturally babble conditionals. It stabbed painfully in her chest to see that look in his face. "…What happened with him?" Because she knew he was dead, yet nothing more than that; never how it happened, never how Chifuyu dealt with it. And although she wasn't entitled to know about his trauma, in an ideal world, it was clear he would have loved to introduce the two to one another.

Chifuyu fell quiet for a moment too long. His contemplative silence pierced into [Name]'s ears and suffocated her mind. Maybe she shouldn't have asked. Just as she considered the correct words to backpedal, he shifted on the mattress. With his head buried in the pillows, he glared up at the ceiling and sighed, "So many things…" [Name] listened carefully, her eyes scanning every shadow of his lashes and the curves of his lips. "Baji-san was trying to handle everything on his own. He was trying to protect his friends in his own way, and… he had this very spontaneous way of doing things, so he turned against Toman. Not at heart—it was just to infiltrate the enemy, that's why he beat me up." There was a note of sardonic laughter leaping from his tongue.

Silence squeezed its way between the two of them again, claiming a spot for itself among the tangled sheets. [Name] watched Chifuyu's eyes darting back and forth as his brain processed his own emotions. He swallowed thickly. She could see it—she could see more than anyone else would ever see on him. The way he so fondly spoke about Baji while reminiscing, [Name] could see all of the boy's fingerprints embedded on Chifuyu's skin; the things he taught and gave him, the way he was right now, the philosophy that shaped his brain. She didn't know Baji Keisuke in person, but she saw all the remnants of his influence as hands that had shaped Chifuyu. It all piled up and built up to create him, Matsuno Chifuyu.

The feeling of her eyes on him, the present weight of her sharpened gaze, her intent attention compelled Chifuyu to turn towards her. [Name] kindly brushed his bangs off his forehead. He leaned into her touch, lids pressing shut. "I wanted to be a pilot growing up. Baji-san wanted to open up a pet shop," his words wavered and his voice cracked. When he opened his eyes again, they were glazed over with unshed tears. [Name] froze. "He was stabbed. He had a whole life ahead of him, a whole dream, and he was killed."

The instant his first tear rolled down his cheek, [Name] moved on pure instinct to wrap him up in her arms. She cradled his head close to her chest, allowing him to muffle his whimpers into her shirt. He clung onto her so tightly, as if the moment he let go of her, she would disappear just like Baji had done. But [Name] would never abandon him, especially not when she was holding onto a fourteen-year-old bawling in her embrace. "So that's why you opened XJ Land…"

His voice got stuck in his throat and all he could do was muster a nod. How long had it been since he'd last touched this wound? A wound so colorful and so vibrant, one he kept on the back of his head and ignored, because the past was in the past. He had grieved as a child alongside Baji's loved ones, he still dropped by his grave religiously on important dates that had marked him, he left half his peyoung yakisoba as a habit. But he never once stopped and assimilated just how unfair it had been of life to rob a leader so young and genuine. He hadn't spoken to Kazutora about it, let alone an outsider like [Name]. Someone who didn't know the details of the incident, someone who stood unbiased. She could listen to him sob all night long over a friend, a love, a captain he'd lost twelve years before.

The feeling of her fingers raking gently through his hair worked like magic on his sorrow. She muted the vibrancy of his pain with those hands she dipped in ink to manipulate black to her liking. With regained composure, the tears kept falling gradually— "I thought I needed to do something that would remind me of him." —and he kept chewing Baji's memory like it was his lifeline. "It was so unfair. We tried to protect him, but I couldn't do it." He scoffed to himself. "Takemicchi and I, we thought we could save him, but he was so stubborn."

[Name] hummed. "That's how Takemichi-kun became captain?" She'd heard this bit of the story before. He'd told her.

"I chose him. I chose to follow him. I owe Takemicchi a lot…"

"Because he stopped you from committing a crime?"

He laughed genuinely, sweet and real, a sound so refreshing to her ears. "That too, and so many things, even all his efforts to save Baji-san. But if it hadn't been for him, I wouldn't have met you." And he was forever glad he had met her, because he had never cried so freely in somebody else's arms. He'd stripped down to his very skeleton and melted into a puddle of vulnerability. In other timelines, although he couldn't remember all of them, he'd died. He never stopped to wonder what [Name] was doing in those alternate futures—how she was doing all by herself.

"I guess I owe him just as much." She brushed his dark hair off his eyes and pressed a feathery kiss to his forehead.

Chifuyu nuzzled even closer to her, relishing in the soothing lullaby of her heartbeat. "I'm sorry for crying like this."

"That's fine. It looks like you needed it." [Name]'s voice was extremely delicate, afraid it would shatter him. She was so soft and so patient with him, repaying him for everything he'd helped her through and more. She saw him for what he was, not for what he'd lost.

And yet Chifuyu was still avoiding important bits and pieces of his pain. He didn't know how much he was allowed to reveal about the past. "…There are some details I'm leaving out. It's just that… what happened with Baji-san… it feels like I have a right to talk about it, but at the same time it's very conflicting." He licked his lips and swallowed. "I'm not sure it's my place to tell you about it. I can say that the person I most respected was killed; he died in my arms because I couldn't protect him. The rest is for Kazutora-kun to decide."

[Name] felt her breath disappear. "Kazutora-kun was part of the gang, too?" she whispered almost in disbelief.

"It's a very long story," he sighed, "He was at first and then he wasn't. Again, that's something only he can talk about. It's not really my place." Or at least he'd convinced himself as much. After grief, came forgiveness, and he chose to leave Kazutora to defend his mistakes. Forgiveness that should have made him feel lighter, yet at times he was forced to carry it.

"You don't have to tell me more than that if you don't want to."

And that was all Chifuyu needed to hear to let his brain go numb and his muscles loosen up. He relaxed against her body while she stroked his hair for comfort. It wasn't long until he peacefully dozed off. [Name] listened to him sleeping calmly, feeling every gentle breath he took in his slumber. She switched the lamp on his nightstand off and settled in the darkness. Her mind ran a mile a minute as she tried to process everything Chifuyu had been through as a child. With the moonlight pouring in, she could make out the outline of the framed fish above his dresser. Those blobs of paint she had slapped on a piece of paper, back when a thousand winters ate at her brain, unbearably cold and monotone.

Now, with Chifuyu resting in her embrace, they felt like a breeze, a breath of fresh air. His name did fit him after all.

[bippot]

All Over Again - Chapter 6: All Coming Back To Me

Story Summary -> When he used to say that he wished he could fall in love with his wife all over again, Bob may have jinxed himself. Yet, the process of knowing her once more wasn't as smooth as he'd used to think.

Honestly, he doesn't know which is worse - his broken bones or the fact she can't seem to forget who he once was?

Chapter 1: Dancing Queen Summary -> Bob goes back to his childhood home and has a revelation or two.

Tags -> Angst, Amnesia, Established Relationship, Memory Loss, Airplane Crashes, Major Character Injury, Hospitals, True Love, Love at First Sight, Married Couple, Smut, Reconciliation, Oral

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Previous Chapter -> Service With A Smile

Their final morning together in their apartment before Y/N's deployment came faster than either of them wanted it to. When they were awoken by the shrill blasting of their alarm, Bob immediately began curling himself deeper into her embrace, his hands clutching at her hips and pressing his nose further into her cheek. Her palm brushed up and down his spine, as she lightly rested her head on his, relishing the comfort of his presence for just a little longer.

After a few minutes of petting, Y/N had to coo, "Bobby..." to get his attention. He groaned. burying himself as far as he could go. She laughed and continued with, "Bobby... we have to wake up soon."

He pulled back then and looked at her, his expression still so soft but his eyes serious as he said, "I want to hold you more. I want more time here..." He let out a needy noise, this one sounding almost pleading. "...Just not yet."

"Baby, we need to get on the road," Y/N whispered, running a hand through his hair. The blonde locks fell between her fingers, a soft wave cascading over her fingertips as if begging for her touch to linger as long as fate allowed her to. Her thumb smoothed across the stubble that lined Bob's jaw as she whispered, "You can sleep in the car."

"That's not why I'm grumpy and you know that."

Y/N chuckled, kissing the top of his forehead. She squeezed him tightly against her for another minute or two, taking in all the sweet things she could take advantage of right now; the smell of him, the feel of him, the feel of their hearts beating together in tandem.

Playfully, she patted his butt and he reluctantly sat up, stretching like a cat and yawning before he turned to face her, an adorable pout on his face that she couldn't help but laugh at. She finally eased back from him, smiling warmly as she urged, "Alright, come on. Giddy up, cowboy." She knelt in front of him and thumbed away the sleep from the corner of his eyes as he was reluctant to do anything but stare at her. "Come on, handsome."

Finally, after a lot of coaxing, Bob crawled out of bed and prepared for the road trip to his hometown. He took a moment to admire her as she gathered the last few items that they would need to make the day bearable - which mostly consisted of way too many snacks - and drifted around their home in a solemn reverie, as though lost in a dream. He made as many excuses as possible to stay in the house for as long as he could. The amount of useless shit he 'forgot' to pack the night before was truly uncountable.

They did make it to the car. Eventually. But even with the road trip playlist that old Bob blasting through the speakers, Bob found himself struggling to plaster a smile on his face despite how much he tried. And that wasn't because of the weather and how it was insufferably toasty in the car since both the AC and the electric window on the passenger side had broken years ago and Y/N had never got it fixed.

No, it was fear. Of being left behind. Of never seeing her again. Never having a future together, which would suck since he couldn't pull years of memories from their past if that was all he had left of her. She seemed to understand. As always, she knew what was going on inside his mind and didn't push him to spill his guts if he didn't want to. Instead, Y/N held his hand whenever she didn't need it to drive.

If anything, it made it worse. That sinking feeling of inevitable loneliness and helplessness would only increase after her departure. These thoughts so evidently presented them on his face and she reached to cup his cheek. His hand automatically curled itself into hers, seeking and holding on to her fingers desperately, leaving only her thumb free to move and stroke his cheek as he tried to keep his composure. She smiled softly.

"I love you so much," she told him, her voice quiet but firm. "No matter where we go, no matter how far apart we may be, remember that."

And, just like that, her words helped calm him down a little. The fear abated. It would rear its head again during the drive, but for now, Bob let out a breath and nodded. He gave her fingers a slight squeeze and brought her knuckles to his lips for a quick kiss before he released her hand, though he didn't say anything. He couldn't think of anything to say that would be equally as meaningful as what she had said. It was a simple sentiment, yet it was what he needed to hear.

All that filled his mind was the knowledge that soon he'd be alone again and unable to see or talk to her, separated by thousands of miles, for months. So, instead, he simply nodded and closed his eyes as he leaned his head back against the rest and tried to relax, if only for a brief moment, as Y/N drove the two of them towards his hometown.

Their journey was long and tiring and Y/N didn't blame Bob for not saying much throughout the entire trip, opting to watch out the window and stare at the scenery as it flew by. She understood. While her nerves were fraying and her heart ached, he was about to venture into the world as just Bob. Not Y/N and Bob, which is what his current mind had always referenced itself as, but just Bob. Independence can be a scary thing.

When they finally reached their destination, it was nearing midnight. Senior heard the car pull up and break the serene silence of his suburb. He hurried outside to greet his son with open arms, embracing him fiercely. Bob returned the hug, closing his eyes tight - with a slight worry that he was going to fall asleep standing up - and let his father's presence envelop him completely. He breathed in deeply the familiar scent of his father's cologne and let it fill his lungs before pulling back with a smile, looking at him with a glimmer in his eyes that spoke volumes.

He wouldn't be completely on his own. He had his Pop for company, and that hug reassured him that things would be alright. That things would work out. That he'd have support. And that he wasn't going to lose her forever. Yeah, things would be just fine. And maybe he wouldn't feel great about it, but he could deal.

"Sorry we're so late, Pop. Traffic, know?" Y/N apologised, stepping out of the car and immediately being pulled into one of Senior's bone-crushing hugs.

"I reckon you're beat, ain't you, kid?"

"Yeah, I'm beat."

Luckily, Senior had been prepared for their arrival for hours by now. He forced them to stay awake a little longer so he could reheat their dinner and make sure they'd had at least one good meal before they went to bed. They ate quickly, grateful for the food but desperately needing to lie down as soon as their stomachs were full.

Once they had eaten and changed out of their travel clothes, they settled themselves in Bob's old bedroom. It hadn't been changed since he moved out so there were a bunch of old photos and posters taped to the walls, his old toys on his shelves and a bookshelf crammed with graphic novels, science fiction movies, magazines and games. There were also lots of figurines scattered haphazardly throughout, some of them sitting on tables while others were perched precariously on top of dressers.

All in all, it was a room overflowing with memories of his old life. It was a room that, even now, Bob felt a sense of belonging as he entered it. This was his, after all. It is a collection of who he was, who he used to be, and who he was going to become once again.

Bob collapsed onto his bed first, laying out flat with his hands tucked under his head. Y/N followed suit, lying beside him, resting her head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, bringing her closer, and she snuggled closer, nuzzling against him affectionately. She closed her eyes and listened to his heartbeat as he started playing with her hair, lightly massaging it as he rested his chin atop her head.

"I don't want you to go," Bob confessed after they lay there in comfortable silence for a while. He sounded sadder than he expected it to come out. Guess he wasn't good at hiding his feelings inside at this moment. It just showed that the weight of the world was crushing him to pieces.

Y/N lifted her head, peering up at him with such a soft look in her eyes that it melted the lump forming in his throat and made his voice weak when he tried to utter another word. But he didn't have to say anything more; the understanding was there in those eyes. Her lips curved into a gentle smile, reaching up to brush the stray hairs off his skin before she kissed his forehead.

"I know," she whispered, her tone soothing and gentle as she continued to stroke his hair and caress his cheeks. "But I have to, honey. And I'll be back before you know it."

"Promise me."

"I promise I will do everything in my power to get home as quickly as I can," she declared quietly. Promising that nothing bad could happen, well, she couldn't say those words aloud. His injuries and memory was proof that incidents could happen to even the best pilots. This was the best she could give in good conscience.

She pressed a kiss to his brow before she remembered something and got up out of bed to begin her search. It was somewhere in her bag, probably right at the bottom knowing her luck. After a couple of minutes, her hand eventually brushed against the object she was seeking and she came back to Bob, straddling his waist. With the most innocent expression she could muster, she laid the item on his chest, causing him to raise his eyebrows questioningly as he watched her with curiosity written across his tired features. "Open it."

So he did, gently unwrapping the small present with the utmost care. And inside, nestled amidst the white tissue paper, was two bracelets with what looked like a clock face without any hands or numbers but they did have decals in the centre - one with the sun, the other with the moon - that Bob brushed his fingertip across and was rather surprised when he felt the decal lower and make a clicking noise. It was a button, it seemed. A small light bloomed from the centre of the button and just like magic (and definitely not a signal omitting through WiFi) the other bracelet did the same.

"Which one would you like? Sun or moon?"

There was no doubt in her mind which he'd pick, so when he grabbed the sun watch for a closer look, she felt the rush of 'wow, I know my partner so well!' And as he noticed the engraving on the underside, which simply said 'Love you to the moon and back, and from the sun and beyond,' it brought a huge smile to his face, one brighter than she'd seen all day.

"I can just press this and you'll know that I'm thinking of you," she explained, carefully wrapping the strap around his wrist and securing it in place. "Our walkie talkies won't work, so I thought we needed an upgrade. What do you think?"

The look in his eyes was telling her everything she needed to know. Happy tears were threatening to spill, spilling over the brim and rolling down his cheeks as he held her closer, kissing her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, everywhere he could reach, all while muttering words of gratitude and joy between every smooch and gush of affection. "This is too sweet. You've gone above and beyond. Thank you, darlin'. Thank you!" he exclaimed, and then he hugged her tighter than ever before. His hands tightened around her sides, pressing her firmly to his torso, almost forcing the air from her lungs.

But she didn't complain. In fact, there was no way she would've ever tried to fight his affection, instead choosing to wrap her arms around him and return his embrace just as tightly. He held her as though he was afraid he'd never get the chance to do it again. Which was possible considering how dangerous being an aviator is. The possibility that something might happen to her in the sky was a real fear that gripped him. That was something he never wanted to experience, let alone think about.

He squeezed her as hard as he possibly could and hoped he would never feel any pain from losing her. He knew deep down that he wouldn't. That she'd be safe - whether it was in the sky or on the sea or the ground, wherever it was that she was. She was a badass - much more badass than he'd ever been, he assumed - she was smart, resourceful and fierce. She'd get out of situations where things could get a bit difficult and come out on top, always.

"Let me breathe, baby," she jeered playfully, but even so, he released her and placed both hands on either side of her face, brushing a few stray strands of hair away from her eyes before leaning forward and placing kisses on her cheekbones and each freckle dotting them. Then on her jawline, her neck, her collarbone.

"I've got to get in all my kisses now, don't I?"

"Get em' in, handsome."

Who knows how many sloppy kisses were placed on every millimetres of her face. Y/N was sure that she was keeping Senior up with all her giggles, but it was impossible to suppress them. His lips moved slowly against her skin, just gentle touches here and there that got more sluggish as the pair succumbed to their tiredness.

By the time they finally drifted off to sleep, his nose was poking her cheek and his hand was still clutching at her shirt tightly, as if afraid to let go. Y/N curled close to him and sometime during their slumber, she managed to slip one leg over his and curl it around his hip. It was going to be difficult to leave without waking him up in the morning, which she never would do, but it would be utterly impossible for her to wiggle away from their embrace.

So when the time finally came, they had to disentangle themselves. It was a very reluctant task, and it took a while for them to part ways. However, eventually, they managed to pull away from each other, albeit begrudgingly, with only a quick peck on the lips and a whispered goodbye.

That's all they allowed themselves to have before Y/N left and closed the door behind her with a click. As soon as she sat in her car, her watch lit up. "Gonna miss you too, baby," she said aloud despite the fact she was alone, and pressed the button on her watch to reply to him. And then, with a solemn smile, she started the engine and drove off.

That first week on base was a difficult adjustment. The navy is tough, guys. In her time off, Y/N had mostly been focused on Bob's health and not her own so she wasn't in peak condition. Her arms and legs ached and her whole body hurt as the work day ended.

"Seresin!" She yelled at her friend as soon as she saw him on the walk back to their bunks. "Bitch boy, gimme a piggy back!"

Jake halted in place and turned to face her with incredulous eyes. "Say please."

"Please, bitch boy."

"I should tell the captain that you're being homophobic towards me," he teased and patted his shoulder to gesture that she should jump on his back, which she did with a cackle. Hangman hooked his elbows under her knees and carried her with ease, plonking her gently down in front of her bunk room door with a smirk.

"Thanks, babygirl," she mumbled, giving him a pat on the cheek with a grateful smile as they plodded into her room and flopped on her bed, both sighing as they made contact with the mattress.

They shared a chuckle before Jake broke the silence. "You alright, by the way?" he asked, shifting slightly in order to turn his head so he could see her better.

"I suppose," Y/N shrugged, not entirely convinced herself that she was fine. "You?"

His face fell at that question, and when he spoke next, he sounded far more subdued than usual. "I miss Roo. I miss that stupid fuckin' pornstache that I love so much. I miss the way he's always singing those dumbass musical songs. Seriously, I haven't heard a Wicked song in five days. Five whole days! And, I find myself humming parts of it and it's his fault! That fuckin' bastard."

She snorted at his outburst before shaking her head and smiling softly at him. "He's okay. He's a big boy, he can take care of himself." Jake paused for a moment. "And he is a big boy, if you know what I mean."

"Good for you," she cheered and outstretched her fist for him to bump and he obliged in an instant. Yet, he was over excited with his response and the force in which he essentially punched her with was far too much. "Ow, dude!"

"Fuck! Sorry!" Although, he didn't sound very apologetic. He didn't seem it either, especially when he playfully slapped the point of impact to annoy her further. She retaliated by wacking him on the forehead. "Ow! Fuckin' hell, woman!"

It escalated quickly from there into a catfight. The pair jabbed and poked and slapped and kicked each other like siblings. Their attacks didn't hurt all that much since they weren't trying to injure each other, although they were definitely going to have some extra bruises on their bodies tomorrow morning. The playfight ultimately ended when Bambi got Hangman in a headlock. With her right arm wrapped around him, Y/N laughed when Hangman pretended to pass out. When she removed her arm, the game was deemed to be over, and Jake collapsed backwards onto the mattress with a happy groan, closing his eyes.

"I miss how Bobby would have to take his glasses off to wipe away tears whenever we watch anything that is remotely sad. I miss his annoyingly adorable pout whenever his joints are acting up and we have to do the stretches his physio lectures us about. I miss his goofy smile."

"That's fuckin' gay," Hangman barked, the humour so, so clear in his voice as he rolled over and faced her, resting his chin on her pillow.

"Oh, shut up," she laughed and slapped his chest lightly.

On his side of the country, Bob was working hard, too. Senior had made it his mission to keep Bob busy, so he didn't wallow in sadness any more than was absolutely necessary, and the task on the agenda today was to fix up his old pickup. Honestly, Senior had very little faith that the car would ever be drivable ever again since it was truly ancient and rusty, but if it got his son working, why not give it a try?

Father and son were bent over the hood of the car in the front yard, talking about whatever came to their minds, when an elderly woman who had to be getting really up there in age - maybe late eighties, maybe nineties - hobbled past, her Zimmer frame clicking against the sidewalk. Bob turned at the sound and, without prompting, greeted, "Morning Ms Shawden."

Senior halted every movement he'd been planning to make.

"My lord, Bobby! Look at you!" she gasped in shock and surprise when she spotted the man standing proudly beside the truck with a smile on his face. "You're taller than I remember. Handsome, too."

"Thank you, ma'am," he replied politely, offering his arm to her. "Do you need a hand carrying your bags in?"

"No, thank you, dear, I'll manage fine. I'm not dead yet. I've still got some lifting power in me." She shook her head and gave him a genuine smile before turning on her heel and shuffling off through her door a couple of houses down the road.

As Bob returned to face the car and tried to get back to work, Senior cleared his throat to get his attention. "Who was that?" Senior asked, nodding in the direction of Ms Shawden's house. He knew, of course. But the real question was whether Bob knew.

"That's Ms. Shawden, you know, my kindergarten teacher." Junior had said it so casually as if he hadn't just had a breakthrough. Senior blinked in bewilderment, unable to comprehend how such a simple, almost inconsequential thing could've sparked the first memory that came back to Junior's mind. A huge smile erupted from Senior's face.

"Bobby!"

"Yeah, Pops?" Bob said, staring at his dad in confusion and waiting for him to explain why he looked so delighted. "What?"

When his father remained quiet and kept smiling at him with such an excited look on his face, the pieces slowly started falling together in Bob's head. Robert Floyd had remembered something! "Holy shit!" he exclaimed, jumping up and down in excitement, making his father laugh heartily.

Then, after taking a second or two to catch his breath, he rushed over to Senior and engulfed him in a tight hug. The pair squealed in a very manly way for a good few minutes until Bob's dad finally pulled away from the embrace, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "I remembered something!! I remembered!" Bob repeated happily, bouncing on his feet once more. "I don't know how it happened exactly, but... I remember!" He paused for a moment. "I need to tell Y/N."

"She's probably busy at a time like this, kid," Senior reasoned gently. Yet, when he saw the hint of a frown begin to form, he couldn't help but change his tune. "Still, that doesn't mean you can't try. Give her a call. I'm sure it'll give her a good morale boost." He smiled fondly at him before reaching across the short distance between them to ruffle Junior's hair. The latter scrunched his nose but allowed it anyway.

Bob nodded, his face now lit up with joy once more as he picked up the phone and tried to Facetime Y/N with the camera wobbling around thanks to his excited shaky hands.

"Bobert is calling you." Jake swiped Y/N's phone from her bedside table and answered the call before she'd even processed what he had said. Hangman pretended to flinch as he saw Bob's smiling face pop up, teasing as he did so, "Oh Bob! Oh no, you've caught us in the throws of passion. What can I say? Due to my lover's absence, I've had to stoop to getting my rocks off with your wife instead."

"Jesus Christ," Y/N breathed out, although a chuckle soon accompanied her words, and snatched her phone from her friend's grasp to save them both from the embarrassment of further lewd comments. With a smile, she turned her attention to her husband. "Hey, baby."

It seemed impossible for Bob's grin to get any wider, but it did. Somehow. As soon as he heard her sweet voice, he felt himself being enveloped in her warmth once more.

"Darlin', I've got huge news."

"Bobert, can you move to the left a bit?" Jake interrupted, and as soon as Bob did, he yelled, "Hi, Mr. Floyd, I must say you are looking extra rugged and dilf-licious today!"

Senior snorted. "Thanks, Lieutenant," he chuckled and kissed his son on the temple before going inside to start on their dinner.

Hangman let out a dreamy sigh. "I wish your dad would gently kiss me like that, Bobert," he joked and leaned back, resting his elbows on the mattress. "Just once." His remark only caused the couple to roll their eyes in unison.

"What's your news, lovely?" Y/N asked, making sure she spoke before Jake did. She loved Hangman to pieces, she did, yet that didn't excuse the fact he's an attention-seeking whore. She needed to shift the conversation back on track before it went further off the rails.

And she was glad she had when Bob cheered, "I remembered something!" then explained exactly what this new old memory was that had sprung forth within him. Y/N sat up straight with widened eyes, her mouth slightly agape, completely stunned by the news Bob had just told her.

At first, she didn't say anything. She didn't know what to say. She wanted to hug him, to squeeze the life out of him. She wanted to cry with happiness because she was actually proud of Bob for remembering something again. She wanted to yell out loud for the world to hear because she was so damn happy that a glimmer of hope had finally appeared. Her Robert Floyd was definitely still in there somewhere. He wasn't completely taken over by this new version yet. There had always been a chance, but now there was proof that he was beginning to come back.

Y/N opened her mouth a couple of times, but nothing came out. She just sat there, dumbfounded, trying desperately to think of words she should've used to express what she was feeling, but all they did was fill her brain with questions. What kind of memories would come back first? When might those memories surface? Who would they be of?

All Bob could see was a stunned expression on his wife's face as she stared in disbelief at the screen. After waiting a beat or two, he pushed his watch and got to see the way she completely melted at the gesture. His heart soared as he saw her lips curl into a smile and tears welling up in her eyes. He was afraid she might start crying and he was ready to do everything in his power to console her but then, just when he thought he saw her eyeline wetten, she broke into laughter. The laugh was musical, full of delight and happiness, and Bob found himself mesmerised by her beauty. It was a sight he never wanted to forget. He'd do everything in his power not to forget that.

"God, babe, I'm so proud of you," she whispered softly, her voice cracking halfway through her sentence. She wiped under one of her eyes with the back of her wrist and smiled lovingly at Bob, who mirrored her sentiment. "You're finally coming back," she added, and Bob's heart clenched at the sincerity of her statement.

"Maybe you'll remember that run-in we had a few years back, Bobert. We both were a little late to the showers since Hondo gave us an uncountable amount of press-ups to do," Hangman began, grinning mischievously. "Just the two of us in the showers. I dropped the soap. On purpose, I must add. And you pounced on me. You know how hard it is for me to control myself when you've got those serial killer specs and that dorky persona of yours. I get harder than fuckin' Tungsten when you start yapping on about what Lego set your wife bought you for your birthday."

Bob turned slightly pink as he couldn't help but picture the scenario. "Don't be a dick," Bambi playfully warned as she slapped Jake on the arm.

"Please remember that time you bent me over and ravished me, Bobby. Please!" Hangman pleaded, his voice becoming incredibly whiny and seductive at the same time. "I had never been touched in such a... such a manner. That was my first time!"

"Do you need to be put in time out?"

"What? No."

"Jakey, tell Bishop to look the other way and go jerk off in your room cause I can smell your horniness from miles away."

"Why would I tell him to look away when I like it when he watches?"

Y/N snorted and rolled her eyes at her friend's antics while watching her husband giggle. The sound was music to her ears. She loved his infectious laughter; it made her feel all warm inside just listening to it. When he caught her staring, Bob flashed her a dazzling smile which only made her melt even more.

"You know..." Jake sighed, interrupting their small moment, "I love you guys, but seriously, stop being so in love with each other. It's literally so gross."

"Yeah, yeah. Do you want me to bring up the time you got really drunk and started bawling your eyes out because Brad is, in your words, the most beautiful man ever created, or should I keep that story to myself?" Bambi retorted, and though Jake had to stifle a laugh, he tried to look as offended as possible. He was unsuccessful, but he still glared at his best buddy.

The two continued bickering as Bob watched on, completely content with the scene in front of him and joined his father inside. It was moments like these that made him miss them dearly. It reminded him of how much he cherished this family; this dysfunctional group of cocky and annoying aviators were his loving family. He loved every single member of them, from their silly banter to their sassy comments. They knew how to brighten his day. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

And when Hangman finally did leave them, he parted ways by blowing a kiss to Bob and giving Y/N a friendly peck on her temple. "Love you losers."

"Love you too, pal."

"Love ya, Jake."

Then there were two. Y/N and Bob carried on talking and talking and talking until it was finally time for bed and Y/N yawned loudly as she stretched herself out under the covers. Her eyelids had already grown heavier than lead by the time Bob turned to her with a smile and asked if she was okay, to which she nodded with a smile of her own and replied, "Yeah. Just tired. I had a long week,"

"Get some rest, darlin."

She hummed in response, closed her eyes for what was only supposed to be a few seconds, and fell asleep almost instantly after he had bid her good night. From where she'd propped her phone against her bedside table, he had a perfect view of her peaceful face, a beautiful smile spread wide across her lips and the dim light dancing upon her skin. He knew that the future held so many possibilities for her, for him, for both of them, that he couldn't wait for it to come. But right now, he decided to focus solely on the present. He wanted to bask in her presence, in her love, in her company for however long he could.

As he watched her sleep, his mind kept coming up with images of situations similar to this one. There was one where a teenage Y/N had fallen asleep at her computer while they were video calling, her cheek uncomfortably pressed against the keyboard, and he'd done the exact same thing then.

When they decided to spend their spring break at Y/N's house since her parents were on holiday and had a small house party that she got way too drunk at and had to be carried to bed. Bob held her in his arms the entire night, rocking gently from side to side and whispering sweet things in her ear because he knew she wouldn't hear them and, ultimately, reject him.

Or that time when the Dagger Squad were having a movie night and she snuggled right up to him and completely missed how Rooster and Hangman were also doing the same, despite the fact they claimed there was nothing going on with them.

Even better, there was that one morning that was quiet and peaceful and really nothing out of the ordinary where he woke to find that sometime during the night Y/N had manoeuvred in such a way that Bob's face was almost wedged between her boobs. He awoke with a smug smile etched on his lips, feeling her warmth and scent enveloping him, as he decided that, yes, he was going to propose that day.

Honestly, he'd been wanting to do it for so long. He had the ring for over a year at that point, so why not? Actually, he had bought two engagement rings - one that currently resided in the smallest pocket of his backpack and the other was...? Somewhere else. He'd lost it within a week of purchasing. It would be a blessing to wake up to such a sight every day till he died. He had to take the leap, and if it cost him two engagement rings to do so, he'd take it.

More and more memories of early morning conversations flowed through his mind, filling him up. Those were some of the most happy memories he ever had, and he couldn't imagine going back to a life without them. It seemed he had more news to tell her. But she had been so exhausted that he didn't want to wake her up from whatever dream she had been living in just yet. Besides, he needed a chance to think and really get to grips with all this new information that had suddenly reappeared in his mind. He needed to digest it all before he said anything.

For now, he let her continue dreaming and went to lie down on his own bed, closing his eyes as he took the image of her in full for the final time that evening. "Only 85 more days until I get to hold you again, darlin', and I promise that I'll be in tip top shape in my ol' noggin by then," he murmured, his voice filled with determination as ended the facetime and finally allowed himself to succumb to the exhaustion that was slowly starting to settle into his bones.

The very next day, Bob bought a DS primarily for the game Brain Training. He did sudoku and word searches and did everything and anything to strengthen his mind. He even did a yoga and meditation class to help him clear his mind and relax himself into a state of remembering. He was working so hard on this, trying to remember more of her and their old life that he didn't realise he was working himself and his brain way too hard.

For the rest of Y/N's deployment, Bob did every activity possible to spark even the littlest memory in his brain. In fact, he was so consumed by his obsession that he was straining his barely repaired muscles to the brink. He was so focused on bringing the memories flooding back into him that he pushed through every time cramps and aches began to build in his body. No matter how often Senior told his son, "Kiddo, you've got to slow down," Bob didn't hear it. He told her the odd details here and then, but he wanted his full progress to be a surprise for when she got back.

So when Bobby met his wife at the airport and was using a cane to walk, she was worried. Concerned. A little pissed. He was obviously not taking care of himself properly. She had fully expected to shower him in affection, but as soon as she saw him, she called out, "Robert Floyd! What the hell did you do to yourself? When? How? And why didn't you tell me?"

Bob ignored her rambling and wrapped his arms around him, squeezing him tight against his chest and peppering forehead with kisses. Then, as she pulled away, she lightly slapped his arm and huffed, "You haven't been doing the stretches the physio told you to do, have you?"

"No... Not exactly."

"Baby!"

"Shhhh... I'm okay." He had a goofy smile as he lifted her chin and gave her a tender smooch on her lips. He kissed her softly and lovingly, his hand sliding to the back of her neck as he deepened it slightly as a way to further distract her and reassure her that yes, he really was fine.

However, when they pulled apart, she frowned and looked at him sceptically. "Robert."

"Yes, dear?"

"As soon as we get back home, we're doing those stretches."

"Yes, dear."

Her smile finally appeared again as she leaned forward to peck his cheek. "I missed you, baby," she breathed in an almost whisper, her fingers stroking his soft curls and playing with the end of his hair. "Let's go. We can't keep your Dad waiting in the car." She said in the gentlest tone imaginable.

He didn't let go of her hand for the entire drive home and even forced them both to sit in the backseat of Senior's newly up and running pickup. So as Senior drove them back home, Bob was practically in Y/N's lap, his head resting comfortably on her shoulder and their hands tangled together, interlocking like it was the most natural thing in the world, well, since it was.

Although the younger Floyd didn't say much, Senior was firing off questions constantly to Y/N. She answered them all while brushing her fingers through the back of Bob's hair with soothing strokes. Bob had his eyes fixed outside of the window, occasionally gazing at the scenery passing by, sometimes smiling at something that Y/N mentioned about it, but most of the time he had his thoughts elsewhere.

"Home sweet home, kiddos," Senior chuckled as soon as they got home and walked inside the house, pulling off his shoes and setting them beside the door as he headed to the kitchen. "You guys hungry? Or are you going straight to bed?"

Bob and Y/N exchanged looks before replying simultaneously, "Bed." They both laughed a little bit when Senior shook his head with an exaggerated roll of his eyes at them.

They'd gotten halfway up the stairs before Pops playfully shouted after them, "Mind keeping the giggling to a minimum this time? I could've sworn there were two teenage girls in your room before you left." He shot a wink towards Bob, who blushed furiously and tugged his wife up the stairs.

As soon as they were in the privacy of his childhood bedroom, Junior hurriedly shut the door and yanked her towards him, his arms locking tightly around her waist and his fingers gripping onto her hips.

"Guess what."

"Hmmm...? What?"

"No, no, you've got to guess."

Y/N rolled her eyes and tried to extract herself from his grasp, but he refused to relent. She had no idea. Truly. And guessing took more energy than she had at that current moment, but there was an easy way to get him to spill. It always worked. "Hmm..." She pretended to contemplate his question before attaching her lips to his pulse point and sucking it gently, eliciting a groan from him. He felt her grin widen against his skin. "Why don't you give me a hint?"

"Oh, come on! That's not fair. You're cheating." She continued teasing him with her mouth, her tongue moving sensually across his skin, causing Bob to moan loudly and grip tighter around her. "Not too loud. Pops did warn us."

Quietly groaning, he pulled away to reach into his bedside table drawer, producing the small velvet box and opening it to show her. She knew instantly what it was. However, she still gave him a coy look before whispering, "Where on earth did you find that?"

"I finally remembered where I put it."

The object in question was the engagement ring that he'd lost once upon a time. He'd told her about it, obviously, cause he told her about everything. But it seemed that the ring had been placed in a box in the bottom of his wardrobe, right under one of his holiday sweaters, which made sense considering that he'd had his epiphany when the pair were at the Floyd's house for Christmas.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders. "What else do you remember, Lieutenant Floyd?"

"I remember all of it, Lieutenant Floyd," he replied, looking into her eyes as he spoke, feeling as if his heart was finally beating in a normal rhythm. "Everything... Every detail."

She closed her eyes and exhaled as a smile grew on her face and a relieved sigh slipped from between her lips. Robert Floyd was fully back to his former self.

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corrupt; draken, ken ryuguji [01]

Summary:

In which you met the man of your past, but he didn't come back to remind you of the bitter break-up. Draken had one thing in mind and it was to never let you leave his side ever again. Distance made the heart grow fonder but he'd rather let you spend the rest of your life hating him if it meant you'd never leave his sight.

"I don't wish you well when you ain't with me, I want you crying."

Warning:

mention of suicide, oral receiving (reader),

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[01: jealousy]

Draken wanted to take you away.

The curves of your spine, flowing down to the slope of your well-rounded bottom flesh, he watched the symmetrical dimple right above your butt - mocking him that those precious intimate spots were no longer his possession to own.

It wasn't only him who shared the same thought; everyone in this crowded room had their eyes glued on you. As if you were holding those guests captive, you felt immense pressure on your feet and thighs, quivered before you wrapped your leg around the shining pole.

Spinning, spinning, spinning.

Those blinding lights showered your sweating figure in all fairness, the sound of Abel's voice had long dimmed down, it meant that your show was done. It was silent in a minute,

lifting your face - your lips curled into a hunting smile and the room soared with cheers, crumpled money tossed across the stage, but your sense of content was suppressed by the overwhelming tension.

A pair of black pupils were starring at you - pinning you to where you stood. He was among the crowd, all in his glory without care but you. You felt something burst inside your chest, unable to tear your focus from him.

This longing for him is toxic.

Flashes of memories where those sober eyes bore into yours when he pumped his fat cock into your tight cunt until his thick cum over spilled, the same eyes that once shone with so much love but turned cold.

"Dollface!"

A shout from backstage startled you from your daze, another coworker came up and escorted you down, assisting you to take off the painful high heels.

"What's with you?" She threw a curious stare your way.

You still couldn't wrap your mind. He was there. Flesh and soul, presented in front of you. It was a brief eye contact but it was enough. Enough to tell you that he was coming back for you.

It had been years since the two of you chose to split up, making your paths without each other's companion.

"I, I've got to go. I forgot that I locked the windows, my cat's probably waiting for me. He's been out for 3 days so he's starving I think. Y'all can continue without me,"

You stood but your knees turned weak at the sudden arrival of him, standing by the door. A few steps taken back, you lost all rationality to stay calm because your heart thumped loudly.

Standing tall on his 6' ft, athletic and young Draken was nowhere to be seen but replaced - with a mature adult man that induced everything he carried into lust.

The robust body looked incredibly fit, lean, and you could see the strong outlines of his defined chest and abdominal muscles from the black shirt. If it was years ago, those leather jackets wouldn't suit him - he'd look like those up-start wannabe gangsters.

But it was different now. It clung to his broad shoulders perfectly, he wasn't as cheap as those local pranksters. The dark jeans also did little job in hiding his long legs. He was indeed a member of a gang; eerie and cruel - but he had never look this good that you want to fuck.

Draken's presence was enough to brush away every man in the room that you belonged to him. Your little admirers couldn't even look at him in the eyes, let alone make up a fight.

They left with a strong sense of defeat; no wonder you never once accept any confessions, turned out you have such a man waiting.

"Why is he here? This area is off-limits. Only staff is allowed. Naoki, guide him out." You forced yourself to mutter those words, uncaring to look at him with your back facing him.

Naoki sighed, this man literally slipped $750 under the table just to meet you. Those incompetent flies who claimed to love you didn't even spare this much effort. She only signaled him to step in before she whispered to you,

"Remember the guy I told you? The one that booked a whole session for your private room? He's that guy. It's just that he arrived a little early than the arranged meeting but it'll be great if you can build a connection with him."

You glared back, "Then send him back. We still have a week before that, right? I'm tired. I can't keep up with this," You pushed off her hand from your shoulder, began to take off your wig. His eyes were still the same; always undressing you naked.

Naoki could only grit her teeth, the money already landed in her pocket. What if he asked it back? She can't let such a great deal slip so she greeted him,

"She's a bit tired from the recent show. How about we push this to tomorrow? She's got free time on her hand to rest too." At least, this would do, right?

"If I have so much time on my hands, I wouldn't have come a week early. So you guess it yourself." His voice has changed too. It was an octave lower, you immediately rubbed your thighs together before you waved a hand.

"Haaa... leave us, Naoki. But I need you to go to my house. I wasn't joking about what I said earlier."

Naoki hurriedly nodded, clutching to her pocket before her eyes warily darted from Draken to you. Is this a couple feud? She noted in her head that she'd help this guy soon in the future - who doesn't want easy money?

"Okay, I will. Sir...? Err.. hope you have a pleasant chat with Dollface. I will excuse myself then ." The hindrance in Draken's eyes finally left the room, the door closed in a thump and the subtle tension thickened.

He didn't say anything, only leaned his body by the door as he watched you wiped off your makeup. This was his morning view back when you were still wet behind ears about pole dancing. You'd come back at the crack of drawn and he'd already been out to his workshop.

"Dollface."

Stubborn like a little cat, your doe eyes didn't look up from your make-up bag and he could see through your act to be so busy. He loved how feisty you've become after years. It eased his heart that you could chase off those little shit.

"It suits you, [Y/N]. Face so pretty like a doll. Make one's heart itch to keep around. But I wonder why the name sounds so familiar."

"State your business. I'm heading home straight after this so don't expect a lap dance or something."

"Then that's the plan. I'll drive you home, eh?"

That damn 'eh'. He picked up your habit too well that the time he spent with you shaped him into copying your habit. It sounded cute but your heart still couldn't forgive him. Let him suffer a little.

"Don't need to. My boyfriend is great at doing his job. So do me a favor and let me rest quickly, how about that?"

Now, you were looking at him through the mirror. It was just too hard for you to muster yourself to face him directly. Draken didn't seem shaken. He stood straightly, you clenched your thighs tighter.

"Have I ever been quick in everything when I'm with you, [Y/N]?" His towering figure gawked over your smaller frame - casting his shadow over you as his sharp facial features caught your attention.

"Can't remember. Maybe? Because I said it just now almost like a reflex." You replied, not backing down but instead, squaring up to him that your ample breasts brushed against his torso.

His cologne didn't smell like the tacky, cheap body spray he used to own. This one smelled so expensive, alienated your memory of his familiar scent.

"Now you're getting older, your memory is getting rusty, dollface. Should I put on a play and see if you can call anything in mind?" You felt your breath became heavier but he didn't let you lose your focus yet.

Your chin was tugged upwards, the shadow of his cap cast upon his face and you remembered now; it was his eyes. Because he wasn't vocal about his feelings, you could understand everything from his eyes.

"You've grown softer, Draken. I almost threw up listening to you talk like this. What, are you changing jobs now? Don't tell me you went from a gangster to a con artist."

No, you were lying to yourself. Draken didn't change but improved. Change can be something bad but he never did anything that would bring him down. He just got better.

And it was true when the velvety touch on your beating pulse suddenly moved to your lips before he squished your cheeks in his hand.

"Fucking hot as hell but so damn annoying." He laughed, the light from his eyes never return, only replaced by a wicked glint.

He wanted to take you to his place, fuck you in his bed until you couldn't walk properly so he'd have more reasons to keep you at his place. He wanted to swallow you whole and he barely even started but why was it so damn hard to have you?

"Don't dare to think of anything nasty. You might not care about commitment in a relationship, but I do. So take your hands off me, Draken."

"Kenie. It's Kenie for you."

Your lips were so plump and wet, his other arm wrapped around your waist - hoisting you up to his body before he leaned by the dresser.

You shrieked when his scalding hot palm touched your naked back and as he untied the strings of your bra, he smiled at your face as he said,

"Do you think I'm going to believe that, dollface? Do you really think I don't know that this pussy hasn't been fucked well for months? I have eyes across this ward. You don't get to fool me."

Heat rose to your face, your small hands pushed on his shoulders, "You're still up in my business? Sounds like someone can't fucking move on."

He nodded, ripping off your lacey bralette and his big hands began to palm your heavy breast - carelessly rubbing your nipple with his thumb. You fought the urge to moan, you hold onto his shoulder for dear strength.

"You're right. I can't move on." Your breath hitched, he nuzzled his face to the column of your neck, inhaling so deep, and wrapped his arms tightly around your body. He missed you so much. So much that if you ran away again, he'd just kill himself.

"I fucked my fist thinking of you. I got this hard just by thinking of you. I'm not ashamed of it."

"That's your problem, Draken. I'm not you. I'm living my best life right now, and sorry that I can still cum just with my fingers."

"That's my girl," He pushed you until your back met the concrete wall, your eyes widened when he took off his cap and put it on you before he dropped to his knees.

"I am aware of your appetite, [Y/N]. You won't be happy with such a small meal. You always keep coming back to have your tight pussy stuffed. Even when we were living together, you couldn't stop begging my dick every night."

"What the hell are you talking about-" You pushed his forehead away from your private part, one hand covering your pussy but he gripped the side of your hips - bringing you straight to his mouth.

"I don't care if you use me as your favorite Cherry Twins. But don't deny that I made you cummed the hardest when I was in your life, dollface."

Your eyes became misty, his words just flew through your head - empty when his mouth latched on your clothed crotch, lapping on the small fabric that the nudge of his tongue probed on your budding clit.

Cherry Twins were the name he gave to your vibrators. Since he was always out when you were at home, he'd make you use them to your greedy cunt - even made a video call so he could jerk off in the public restroom.

You were wild, but he taught you to live even wilder.

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𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤 ; 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤

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─꒱ in which we peak into how life is as the in-law of the fushiguro family after marrying megumi。

─꒱ feat. fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji & fushiguro tsumiki

─꒱ warnings ; profanity, chaotic hot shit

─꒱ notes ; OMG SHOULD I MAKE A SPECIAL WHERE YOU GUYS SEND IN ASKS ABOUT HOW THE NEIGHBOURS REACT TO THE FUSHIGUROS EYVBIJX HAHAHA

─꒱ episode one | 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐒 | episode three

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꒰꒰ you love your father-in-law, like you really do love toji, but that worm of his needs to be in a fucking cage.

a loud scream comes from the top of your lungs early in the morning, eyelashes blinking to shoo the drowsiness away after it's been awakened by the warm sun rays that lay atop your eyelids. as much as you love waking up in the morning in bed with your husband, you don't get that luxury sometimes.

"y/n?!" hearing the loud footsteps of your husband rushing towards with another scream from your sister-in-law, the both of them slam the door wide open. "what happened?!" toji is the last to appear to the scene, his expression more on the sight of confusion compared to the worried and panicked facials on megumi and tsumiki's face. "what the fuck?"

"get this fucking worm off me!"

꒰꒰ if that worm wasn't adopted by toji it would've been on fucking sight. that shit uglier then sukuna's stock of human girls for his bitch soup.

꒰꒰ after you told megumi what toji had told you when you were left alone with him ( the sex question ), you are no longer allowed to be alone at home with him. megumi made sure that the dogs are around.

꒰꒰ you found out the hard way that toji has some lameass dad jokes.

you and tsumiki decided to order sushi for dinner due to the fact the both of you were too lazy to cook, seeing how you and megumi came back tired from a mission and toji from one as well, you all felt bad having tsumiki cook all on her own so you bought food instead.

"i'd avoid sushi if i were you, it seems fishy." toji says just as you all prepared the table to eat. you and megumi freeze on the spot, the trio of you all turning your heads towards toji who sports a serious face. megumi groans, "don't ever do that again."

"i thought it was pretty good." tsumiki lets out a small giggle, you smiling that toji was now comfortable to even make jokes after everything. megumi turns to counter his sister's opnion, through you all swore you heard a stifled chuckle come from toji.

'he's laughing at his own jokes!'

꒰꒰ the effort is appreciated though.

꒰꒰ sometimes you and tsumiki buy too many stuff at the groceries, you call megumi to summon nue and get his shikigami to carry it for you two.

꒰꒰ toji offered ( jokingly ) to let you guys use his worm as a storage while you went shopping for groceries once, let's just say he got smacked in the face with a pan.

꒰꒰ it's his fault for joking while you were cooking.

꒰꒰ you were used to waking up three in the morning for anything and seeing your husband and father-in-law tying some burglar or assassin up, but no way were the rest of the family used to you doing the work.

"y/n?" megumi comes walking down the stairs with his father, turning on the lights in the dark hour to gain a shred of shine. the two males see in full picture that you had just finished punching someone in the face, the other hand holding them up by the collar as it physically shows that whoever this guy dressed in black had just failed in whatever mission he had in mind.

"who's that?" toji raises a brow, more so on the fact that he is impressed you beat up the intruder without a single sound in the dead of night. the look of displeasure shows you were in no mood, wanting nothing more than what you had walked downstairs for before this piece of shit decided to ruin your night. you throw the man in black on to the floor, scowling.

"all i wanted was a glass of fucking water, not an assassin who can't even use the front door."

꒰꒰ when you and tsumiki make food in the kitchen, expect a knife to go flying at least once.

꒰꒰ you don't know if you should be thankful to have tsumiki as your sister or not, she's unintentionally scary and she's not even trying.

꒰꒰ somehow you always end up walking into an argument between megumi and toji ( usually after leaving the kitchen to get a snack ) but you instantly walk out because the last time you didn't, shit was ugly.

"hey... can we all just calm down?" tsumiki is in between toji and megumi who are constantly throwing insults and such at each other, whatever argument they were having she tries to settle it down without anyone getting injured.

"i can't when this pathetic excuse of a father can't grow the fuck up!" megumi bellows, glaring at the older man who lets out a tsk and a frown. "watch what you're saying, i'll hand down an ass whoopin' on ya."

'this seems interesting.' you sip on your boba after walking out from the kitchen, the bowl of popcorn just beside you as you ate and speculated. it was normal for the father-son duo to have their fights, usually it was fun to watch because it ended up as good entertainment for you. so in result: you have no intention in stopping them.

"no, guys, seriously..." tsumiki pleads, her hands slightly apart to try and force space between them. though her efforts were thrown out the window when in complete sync did they yell right back at tsumiki. "just mind your own business!"

'they punched her!' the boba fell from your hands and the popcorn flew, much like how tsumiki started to fall back towards the couch. it took less than a millisecond for the two to realize what the did, and they knew they were fucked.

꒰꒰ sometimes you still have nightmares about it.

꒰꒰ there are times that toji would be coming home with a woman tailing behind him, and it's somehow always when megumi and tsumiki are out.

"tadamasu." toji greets as he walks in, talking his footwear off and leaving it in front of the door. you pop your head out from the living room into the hallway of the entrance as you greet him on his return, "hokairi."

"who's the bitch?" you notice a woman who had too much make up to show her curstyass in front of you, a click of your tongue echoes through the two meter distance between you and her as you cross your arms. "who's the slut?"

"youー!" her face twists in fury, heels about to click and clack each step to get to you but is instantly stopped by the sound of toji's deep voice. "get out." the girl looks baffled by his words, face contouring into a smile full on uneasiness. "but tojiー"

"i said get out." his voice is much more prominent and demanding, sending chills down her spine as she steps back in caution. you stand here watching as the woman still refused to leave your home, in seconds did toji grab hold of her wrist and threw her out of the house ( much to the woman's displeasure ). you grin from ear to ear, running out to see her limping her way back to her rented car right beside toji. you call her out, the glare she sends your way is priceless as you stand beside your father-in-law with all the glory in the world.

"by the way, i'm his amazing daughter-in-law! and we have decided that a clown lookin' ass like you doesn't deserve the right to fuck a fushiguro!" you wink.

"yeah, yeah. get back inside, y/n. megumi 'n tsumiki 'ill be back home, don't want them nagging that our y/n got into some cat fight again." you hear toji from inside the house, walking away from your figure. you pout your cheeks out, "it's not a cat fight, it's my bad bitch moves!"

"i'll lock you out."

"this is my house!"

꒰꒰ you stopped questioning megumi and toji's cooking skills because the last time you and tsumiki let them cook dinner, they didn't just burn the eggs they were making but also trashed half the kitchen.

꒰꒰ they made an oil fire that time, and no one knows how but toji was able to get the zenin clan to pay for repairs???

꒰꒰ and apparently for the past five months the zenin clan have been paying for repairs and they didn't even know toji was using their money, well until naobito found out and busted your front door on a weekend.

"toji!" you heard the current head of the zenin's clan voice boom through your house, you also watched the white front door fly through the hallway right before your eyes after you have just watered your little cactuses. in seconds you hear the lazy voice of your father-in-law, emerging from the kitchen with a confused tsumiki. "what do you want."

"how dare you use the zenin clan's money on your mistakes!" naobito starts striding towards toji in anger, your eyes glancing over at your now open door to see naoya waving to you. you lift your waterer up in acknowledgment of his existence before snapping at naobito.

"how about your mistake?" you watch naobito grip on to the collar of toji's shirt, the look of fury engraved on his old face as he glares your way. "what?" he says, dropping toji as he complains about

"you broke my fucking door, you wrinkly ass, dusty, decaying ancient artifact. we just installed that three days ago! the zenin clan better keep paying."

꒰꒰ that door never seems to get a break

꒰꒰ the real reason why you and megumi never moved out of the house is because when you two tried, tsumiki and toji invited themselves into your house and said they were living there.

꒰꒰ your father-in-law makes hundreds of millions of yen, you'd think he'd live on his own but instead he lives with his kids.

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[lightsaberupmybutt]

Three’s a Crowd - Reader/Ben Solo/Poe Damerson (Modern AU)

alright so Ben/Kylo is a big ego kid in this, because of course. Also, Rey is ACTUALLY Lukes daughter in this, making them cousins. Ive fiddled with the plot okay sue me. 

Summary: Poe, Finn and their roommate have been living in a harmonious tenancy, but when Finn decides to move out for a year of travelling, the two are left with no option but to look elsewhere for their third body. Rey Skywalker, a friend of the group, proposes her cousin for the role. He's in a band, wears all black and all in all is somewhat of a social reject - but he's also all theyve got.  

“I think that one was actually somehow worse than last weeks” You tell Poe, as he pours himself a juice and settles down next to you on the sofa. You'd just finished showing around another possible roommate and you felt exhausted in every sense of the word. 

“How can he be worse than the neo nazi?” Poe shot you an unbelieving look and rolled his eyes, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table and knocking some of your papers in his wake. 

“Alex was a she, and they asked if they could hang their deer head in the front room” you grimaced even thinking about it, weren't all artsy college students supposed to be vegetarians anyway? why did you have to get saddled with the only blood thirsty one on campus. 

“Thats not so bad”

“Poe she showed me a picture of her taxidermied cat”

“Oh”

You had tried to find a polite way to stop her from passing you her phone, but you were too nice to make her feel uncomfortable, and now the image of the long dead tabby would remain behind your eyes for god knows how long. 

“was she hot?” You shook your head, causing Poe to sigh wistfully. 

“Not hot enough to cancel out her obsession with dead bodies anyway” you informed him, the hopeful look from his eyes gone. 

“Face it Poe, were doomed” You let your head fall into your hands, Poe letting out a laugh before wrapping his arm around your shoulder. 

“Hey we’ll get someone! who wouldn't want to live here?” You knew his question was rhetorical but when looking around the cleaner than usual flat, you had to admit it was missing something. Bare spaces on the walls from where Finn had taken down his pictures, the empty side of the kitchen counter that had once houses his overpriced coffees. You even missed picking up his empty cups after him, the room feeling like it had less character without them. It truly hadn't felt the same in the flat since Finn had left, and although Poe concealed it well, you could see it was getting to him too. Poe had, after all, known Finn first; Finn managing to get a very drunk and outspoken Poe out of a sticky situation he had found himself in when running across a local gang in a dive bar. The ‘first order’ as they so called themselves, had an infamous reputation around campus for being trouble makers and general doers of bad deeds. Ever since that night they had been an unstoppable duo, until they met you of course, and their duo became three. 

You loved Finn, and you knew told miss him like hell, but you also knew that Poe must be feeling that ten times over. 

“You wanna do something tonight?” You asked, changing the subject before his mind  drifted to where yours had. 

“what kind of something?” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, 

“Gross” 

“hey I'm serious!”

“what about Razor Crest, they are open late, we could grab some drinks and meet up with some people” 

Razor crest was the only worth while bar in town; it was certainly nothing to write home about, but it played fairly decent music and it had a marginally less sticky floor than others. Additionally, your other friends lived just over from the humble saloon, making it the perfect watering hole for you guys. 

It didn't take much convincing before you had Poe out the door and ready to socialise. Upon arrival, he headed to the bar while you were waved over by Rey, who had already found a booth and was already at least a few drinks in. 

“Look, i think i have a solution to your roomie problemo” She told you, peeking over her straw, a gleam in her eye that made you feel not all too confident in her yet to be spoken plan. 

“Go on” you told her, cautiously. 

“My cousins back in town” She told you between gulps. 

“The weird one?” You asked, 

“Hes not weird, just ...eccentric” the last word was more of a question, but you could tell she was on a roll, 

“He's just joined one of the college bands and Auntie Leia says him and Uncle Han are butting heads” 

“ah cool, weve always wanted  live music in our own flat at 2 am” Poe injected, rejoining the table and placing a drink in front of you before taking a sip of his own. 

“hes not BAD at it, he just plays loud i think” She corrected him, “anyway, he's not a total twat, I'm sure he would be considerate of your sleep schedules” 

“didn't he try and stab you with a stick when you were five” you asked her, you'd heard stories of this cousin before and none of them were quite savoury, 

“that was ages ago! he's like way old now” she was starting to slur her words, but you had a feeling this was something Rey was quite set on. Rey was stubborn, and when she got something in mind she would move hell to make it happen; she was also your best friend, and someone you trusted the judgment off. Had she gotten you into some weird shit in the past? sure. 

Did you have any other options; nay on that. 

“Fine, get Han or Leia to bring him round at some point next week and one of us will give him a tour” You tell her, and she lets out a little happy shrill at her own personal win. Poe, not so much. 

“Speak for yourself, weirdo cousin can see himself around” he crosses his arms and pouts, you give him a little nudge. 

“Hey, maybe you'll be best mates” you offer, but when he shoots you a death stare you go back to your drink.

The family turmoil must have been more vicious than Rey had let in on; It was barely the next morning before you had a tall, intimidating male knocking on your door. 

“Hey!” you offered him, in as cheery a voice as your hung over self would allow.

He looked down at you from his towering height, but gave no verbal response. 

“You must be Ben?...”  He offered you the slightest nod you'd had ever seen in response. Okay so, not much of a talker, noted. 

You waved him in, shutting the door behind him. God, he looked even bigger inside? is that possible? Rey had failed to mention the sheer height on the boy. You'd seen pictures of her and her aunt and uncle, it seemed like Ben was a scientific and biological mystery. Like how did he get clothes to fit? did he have to shop somewhere special or

you were snapped out of your thoughts by a clearing of a throat. 

“So, how much is the rent” so he DID have a voice, 

You informed him automatically, still part dazed. 

“Ill be in by the weekend” he told you, and with a nod he moved past you, making his way back to the door.

“But wait .. y .. you haven't even seen your room yet?” You stumbled, dumbfound by the lack of foreplay. The previous people you had shown around were full of questions; they wanted to know the ins and outs of the place. Ben had seen all of the door way and the front room and he was already signing the lease. 

“See you then” he didn't stop, hand on the door knob as if you hadn't spoken.

“But i don't have your phone number” you don't know why that came to you first, but it was true. At no point had Rey offered you direct contact with Ben, probably assuming he would. It seemed reasonable, that you'd need his number before he moved in, didn't it? Poe was always texting you about random shit in the flat, arguably too much, but it seemed like the norm for people coexisting in such a small space. 

He turned back at you and gave you a confused look, 

“why would you need my number?”

“erm... to talk to you” your condescending tone not completely masked, 

“but ill be living here” he stated, which, he had you there. 

Before you could even think of a response  he was out the door.

True to his word, Ben had his things over by that very same weekend. Although it was unsurprising considering just how light he packed. In fact, other than his bass and musical equipment, you couldn't really think of anything he had actually brought with him to the flat. You got to meet his parents when they dropped him off, both of whom seemed leaps and bounds more conversational than their son. Ironically, you got Leia’s phone number before her sons; her telling you to message if you ever needed anything. It felt like an indirect jab at Ben, a ‘if he fucks up let me know’, but you digress. The tension between Ben and his dad was blatantly obvious, them sharing no words before he got back into the car and Ben into the house. He did give his mum a small hug goodbye though, and you thought you saw a small tear in her eye before she managed to wipe it away. 

Since his move in, Ben had kept painfully to himself. You barely saw him at all in those first days, just heard him through the walls the odd time he dropped something - or saw a plate or cup gone from their places in the kitchen. To be honest , it felt more like a paranormal haunting than a new roommate. Poe was vocal of his apprehension to the situation, sharing glances with you when you would both be in the living room and you'd see ben scurry by or passive aggressively texting you when his favourite cup had been used by someone who wasn't him. it was a relatively small issue, but Poe had blown it so out of proportion that you had ordered a new set of cups from Amazon and sent him the link, shutting him up for a while before he found something else to complain about.

it was the fifth day before you actually bumped into ben again. He was on the sofa with his base set up, twiddling with his amp. The sight surprised you so much you physically jumped back, causing him to look up. crap. act cool. act cool. 

“hey” you offered him

“hi” hi replied back, looking back down at his amp. 

right, yer. his space, give him his space. Just get your stuff and go back to your room. don't speak to him, leave him alone. he clearly wants to be left alone. 

“nice day isn't it” you wanted to cover your mouth, the words coming out against your will. Truthfully, you had no clue why you said it. You hadn't even looked at the weather this morning. Its just what people say right? 

“Erm” his eyes shot to the window and then back to yours,”no”

sure enough, it was pissing it down outside. The sky was actually comically grey and you'd have laughed if you werent so angry at yourself. You were unsure of what to do, and he was still looking at you, almost assessing you. His eyes were so serious and dark they felt like they were burning tiny holes into your skin. shit, you had to speak now right?

While regretting every single life decision that had brought you into this kitchen at this time, Poe sauntered into the room like your night in shining armour, ignoring Ben all together and coming straight over to you, placing a big arm around your shoulders. You saw Ben drop his head back down to this bass, and you used all your might to not let out a sigh of relief.

“Tonight, I'm taking you out” He offered, a cheeky gleam in his eye. 

“Are you now” 

“Razor crest, drinks and dancing, be there or be square” He lists off as if he's a paid promoter, causing you to let out a giggle. 

“Whos invited?” 

“just the gang” he said, causing you to shoot him an eye roll, knowing full well you ‘gang’ consisted of all of three people, yourself and Poe included in that number. 

but then you remembered, there was another person now, whether they liked it or not. Poe’s eyes followed yours to Ben and then back to meet yours again, you saw the realisation change to disgust, as he shook his head silently at you. 

you knew this look, the ‘don't you dare’ look, the ‘not in 1000 years’ look. But you couldn't help it, your lips were moving before you could stop them for the second time this morning. 

“Are you free tonight, Ben?’

The look of sheer betrayal on Poe's face made you wince, surely he'd understand right? he knew you well enough to know your verbal diarrhoea  problem. 

Ben didn't even look up, but he did let out a small laugh that felt quite antagonistic. 

“i dont go to Razor Crest” 

“i don't go to razor crest ugh” Poe mocked, causing Rey to let out a hysterical giggle, and you a sigh. 

You'd been out for all of three hours and you were all already feeling the effects of the alcohol. It was late and the bar was jam packed with students all raring to go. Poe had been making eyes at one particular red head  almost all night and you were half surprised he hadn't already made his move. Poe put out, it was a fact. You and Finn had at one time made a fridge chart for him, a gold star awarded every time he brought  girl home. Whether the goal was to make him feel proud of his conquests or embarrassed, you still weren't 100% sure, but after a month or so you had both lost count and given up. You told yourself it didn't bother you, that he was just a friend, and that he owed you nothing, but every time he left you at the bar for another girl something stung inside; something you pushed deep down but regrettably was still there none the less. 

Sure enough, as the night progressed, you and Rey ended up fending for it alone, and instead of feeling sorry for yourself you decided to do the responsible thing and drink more. 

After the third round of shots, Rey calls it in. 

“I think I'm gonna be sick” she tells you sheepishly, and you can't help but belly laugh in response. She starts to shuffle towards the door and you go to follow.

“Hey don't leave on my behalf” she tells you earnestly, but you wave her off. 

“Nah I've had my fill, I'm starting to forget which flat number i live at” you tell her, causing her to giggle this time. 

You both stumble out the bar, past the smokers and up the cobbled road towards her flat. She unlocks her door and lets herself in, not before giving you a drunken hug and a sloppy kiss on the cheek. 

As you ready yourself to make your way back to your own flat, you come back past the bar entrance; a particularly prominent cobble causes you to trip ever so slightly and gain a whoop from a group of boys who were passing round a box of marlboro straights. 

You suddenly realised just how dark it was and just how alone you were. Most nights you wouldn't stay out this late, and if you did, then you'd normally be walking back with finn. You let out a shiver, a mix of both the cold night air finally breaking through your drunken daze and a smidge of fear. The Razor Crests entrance lights were getting progressively further away, and although you know that you only had a maximum of a half mile walk back to your home, it felt like ample distance to get kidnapped or murdered in, most probably both. 

How many true crime stories started with a young drunk girl, scantily clad and out alone at night? You could hear the police reports now, which photo would they use? you prayed it would be a hot one, at the very least one after your thin brow phase. 

Being literally bumped back into reality, in almost a cruel humorous way, you felt yourself walk head first into a figure, their arms coming out to catch you as the sheer momentum bounced you back. 

Oh god, I'm dead. I'm literally going to die.  

“Hey, chill out” The voice made your heart beat both slow and race again, 

“Ben?!” you shrieked, voice hoarse through pure anticipation of your thought to be demise 

“Are you okay” he asked, and only then did you realise you were shaking like a leaf. 

“Im fine” you let out in a small voice, looking down at your shoes. You could feel the redness in your cheeks through pure embarrassment alone. This was not an ideal situation for him to see you in, and you kind of started to with that he had been a murderer, at least then you wouldn't have to deal with the second hand embarrassment in the morning. 

“What are you doing out here”

“why are you out alone” 

you both asked simultaneously,

“I was coming out for a smoke” He told you, flashing his tobacco pouch at you from inside his coat. His very warm looking coat, might you add. Another shiver ran down your body. 

“Im coming home from Razor Crest” you tell him, trying to be matter of fact but slurring your words just enough to spoil the show. 

“Yes obviously, but why are you alone” he shoots back in some what of a patronising tone, it wouldn't sit well with sober you and it definitely doesn't go down well with drunk you. 

“Im a big girl” 

“clearly” he makes, making extra sure to look you up and down from his towering distance above you, causing you to huff. 

“well i can take care of myself” 

“you shouldn't be out alone around here, its not safe” he ignores your response, looking you dead in the eye. 

You feel something inside you flutter, a warmth that you can't quite control. Okay, ben might be weird and a bit annoying it would seem, but he was handsome, thats for sure. The limited light danced off his strong features and dark shaggy mop of hair, making him look both dangerous and appealing. 

As if you were standing here mentally flirting with the idea of being with Res cousin; you made a mental note to punish yourself for the ludicrous thoughts in the morning. 

“Okay well I'm going home now” you tell him, attempting to push past him, but his large hand finds its way to your forearm and pulls you back,

“yes, you are, come on” If what he said before was patronising, he was now speaking to you like you were a dog he was walking. 

“go have your nicotine, ive got this one covered” you tell him with a mock salute, causing him to roll his eyes. He lets go of your arm and you take your win, trying to step confidently away without falling. You're proud of yourself for handling the situation when you realise he's following all  of 10 steps behind you, rolling a cigarette in his hands while holding a filter between his teeth. 

when he catches you looking, he nods down to his hands, 

“want one?” he mumbles between his lips, still holding the filter pride of place. 

“no thanks” you snap, picking up pace. 

Ben smirks at you, but you miss it, too focused on not embarrassing yourself and keeping your feet in line. 

[emerald-echeveria-plant]

Bro I gotta stop making these ocs 💀

Name: Jeremiah Cassidy Shih

Name pronunciation: jeh-ruh-mai-uh Cas-si-di Sh-ih

Personality: non-talkative, hot-headed, secretive, hides his true emotions, and violent

Age: 15

Species: Human

Sexuality: Unknown

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Looks: brown hair, blue eyes, white skin, and freckles

Backstory: (Dis is loooooong) Before getting in his past, we first have to talk about his mother, Anne Larson or as her actual birth name Chenguang Shih. Chenguang was the daughter of the notoriously known unhinged pirate, Baozhai. Baozhai ended up having Chenguang completely by accident after she had a one night stand with one of her crewmates. She decided to keep the baby, wanting to start a long line of pirates like her. Baozhai had the baby girl just around when her torment was finally being taken seriously by the royals. Unfortunately, Baozhai ended up passing away on her boat when a cannon caused it to come crashing down. Luckily, Chenguang was safe as she had been taken by Baozhai's right hand man, Ironbeard with her. He did his best to care for the girl, holding up the legacy his captain would've wanted. Yet, he was a wanted criminal along with the other crewmates that survived the crash, so taking care of her was very difficult. But Ironbeard still pushed through.

Unfortunately, Ironbeard and the other were caught by a couple of guards and locked away. A judge sentenced them to be publicly executed by hanging the next. As for baby Chenguang, she was taken away and raised by the captain of the guards. Her full name being changed to Anne Larson just a few days later. When the day arrived for Ironbeard and the others be hung, the guards were surprise to see that they had escaped during the night. Ironbeard swore revenge for his captain and that he would one day return. As for the baby, he couldn't find her and gave up as the guards were on his tail. He regretted to not have fulfilled Baozhai's wish and those guards were going to pay for what they had done.

As for Anne, she was raised to never know of the events that took place. Her adoptive father, also known as Maxwell Larson, had told her of Baozhai and how she was a psychopathic murder that deserved what she got. So, Anne grew up hating Baozhai despite the fact she was actually hating her own biological mother. As she grew, Anne became educated and sophisticated. She quickly rose up to be one of the smartest students in her class. Getting all A's and being presented with awards for her achievements. Anne was asked to join a university of astronomy which she gladly accepted.

While she was attending, she ended up meeting a handsome young man by the name of Aaron Brown. Aaron was the typical bad boy that would rather get into trouble then be in class. He was charming, funny, and very attractive... Aaron easily charmed Anne which made her fall in love with him. Instead of focusing on her studies, she'd often daydream about him. Anne just couldn't get him out of her head. Eventually, Aaron asked her out and they went on a date. Which spiraled into several dates... Which turned into them dating each other. Anne would often ditch class just to be with him. This caused her to fail her class. Maxwell was angry at her for this. He demanded she'd retake the year and to leave Aaron. Anne was too far in love with him and didn't give into what he wanted.

Instead, Anne ended up dropping out of the university to further pursue her relationship with Aaron. They got married a few months afterwards and left their home planet. Anne decided to work as a weaver as Aaron became a marine. A year into their marriage, it all came crumbling down. Anne became severely depressed as she realized she gave up her dreams of becoming an astrologist. Aaron no longer found her attractive and began to pursuing other women behind her back. They argued a lot more than usual and it began to get physical. Finally the rose tinted glasses came off and they began to see how bad their relationship was. Anne wanted to save their marriage because she couldn't bare the thought being alone. Aaron still wanting the good things that came in a relationship while secretly having side pieces, decided to work with her on their marriage. The two came to a conclusion that having a child would be the best way to solve it.

Six months later, Jeremiah was born. Surprise, surprise, their relationship didn't get any better. Poor Jeremiah was now thrown into the picture of a broken marriage. Aaron became abusive towards Anne and didn't allow her to leave the house without his say. She'd get hurt if he didn't listen to what he said. Jeremiah wasn't safe from his abusive nature also. If the lad dared to bother him, he'd be met with a smack to the face. For five straight years had Anne and Jeremiah endured the abuse of Aaron. Anne finally decided to break from Aaron's abuse when something terrible happened to Jeremiah. One night during a drunken rage, Aaron put his hands on Jeremiah and tore out his left eye with a broken bottle. The event made Anne realize how horrible the situation was getting and it wasn't going to change unless he did something about it.

So during the night, she grabbed whatever she could carry and escaped with Jeremiah. Anne went back to her home planet where asked a place to stay with her adoptive father. Maxwell would've turned her away but when he saw the situation she was very distressed. He quickly let her in, where she explained what happened to her over the course of the years she's been gone for. Maxwell decided he would help her get back on her feet and get her son some needed medical attention. With his connections, Anne was able to earn a job as an assistant for an astrologist. She began to focus on her mental health which got better overtime. The same couldn't be said for Jeremiah. His worsened.

The abuse of his father caused major trauma in him that he wasn't able to get over. He became quiet, easily angered by others, and had thoughts about violence. Since he only had one eye now, he was bullied by the other kids once he was able to go to school. This aggravated him and he'd often get into fights because of it. Anne decided to pull him out of public school and into homeschool because things were getting out of hand. Jeremiah was taken to several doctors to see what was wrong with him. Each time, he refused to say anything. Anne stopped trying to help him since he was refusing to help himself. Yet, he was just a child. A child who wanted help but didn't know how to say it. Maxwell, decided to take over for trying to help him. Or what he thought would help him. He sent Jeremiah to a boot camp where he'd be straightened out for his bad behavior. Jeremiah loathed Maxwell for this and promised himself he'd get revenge. Life at the boot camp was utter hell. He was pushed to limits that caused him to have mental breakdowns in private. Jeremiah didn't have any friends. This caused him to be the target of the bullying of the other boys there. Throughout the torment, he was able to find comfort in the tales of well known pirates. His favorite being of the insane pirate captain Baozhai. Something about her unhinged, eccentric personality and her cruel brutality against others whenever the messed with her, manged put a smile on his face. (Baozhai in an old photo: *tearing someone's guts out.*

Jeremiah: 🙂)

At fourteen years old, Jeremiah made surprising a discovery that he was biological related to Baozhai. He had overheard Maxwell chatting with another guard about how he was glad Anne never grew up knowing that she was related to that maniac. Yet now that Jeremiah knew, he was angry that this knowledge was withheld from him. Why would they do such a thing? He tried telling his mother about this... His mother called him crazy... crazy... crazy...

That was the breaking point for Jeremiah. For a majority of his life, he was told that there was something wrong with him and that he needed help. Often being titled mentally ill or not alright in the head... Despite knowing he was, he was just tired of being treated like one.

Jeremiah ended up running away from his home planet by hiding on a cargo ship. He wanted to start somewhere fresh, where he wouldn't be as well known. He also wanted to know more about Baozhai, since most books didn't have enough information about her having a child, other than speculated rumors. For a while, he traveled around places, in search for more knowledge about his grandmother aka Baozhai. That's when he walked into a small tavern. He tried to figure out where else he could ask about her. An anonymous figure in the corner asked why he was wanted to learn about these things. Jeremiah, in the best way he could, explained that Baozhai was his grandmother. The tavern exploded into laughter after hearing him say that. They mocked him for a bit until the anonymous figure silenced the entire tavern by shooting a random person. They stood up and recounted the tale of Baozhai's fall. How she wanted the death of the upper class to continue. It was originally her plan to make a line of pirates to be like her. Then it was all ruined because of the guards. How he admitted that he failed because he wasn't careful enough... It was Ironbeard recounting all of this. He decided to continue with what she would've wanted... If Jeremiah wanted to join him. Jeremiah quickly took the deal, seeing as there was nothing holding him back now. On the outside, it didn't seem he was all too excited but on the inside, he was thrilled to finally be apart of something... And that he'd get to be just like his idol.

Likes: sharp objects, creepy bugs, reading, drawing, smoking cigars, and cats

Dislikes: his left eye, being told he's crazy, others trying to get close to him, physical affection (even though he sorta wants it), and long conversations

Other: Jeremiah doesn't like being called Jeremy or Jerry or literally any nickname to his name. If someone calls him "Jeremy" he would literally rip out their tonsils.

[writer-dreams]

Colors (Draco Malfoy X Reader)

I'll be honest, I've had this one fully written since last week. I've just been very nervous to post it because the ending is so bad 😅. I haven't been sure how to fix it and I've re-written it several times. This fic is definitely rushed but hey, it's a one-shot (and I wanted to try writing something short and sweet for once). This is still part of the Cliche Month Challenge by @wreckofawriter (sorry this was so late). I've finally gained enough courage to post it and I hope you enjoy this messy fic.

Prompt: An AU where you can only see the shades of your soulmate's eyes until you first touch.

House: You choose

Blood Status: You choose

Warnings: Possible swearing

Note: Again, very messy. Not sure I like this one too much. The reader in this story is female / uses female pronouns.

Word Count: 1,694 words

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3rd Person POV

Y/n opened her eyes to see the world was still the same shade of steel grey. She longed to know what the world truly looked like, to see actual colors other than this grey. When she was younger, she was ecstatic to learn that someone out there was destined to be with her. She used to fantasize about meeting her soulmate, seeing in color and her falling in love. She imagined what her soulmate would look like, what their personality was like, their likes and dislikes.

Now, as she grew older, she began to develop fears. What if they didn't like her? Even if the universe had put them together, there was still a chance they could reject her. What if she didn't like them? She never considered herself to be a picky person, especially when it came to love, but that didn't mean that they couldn't have a horrible personality. All of her friends have already met with their soulmates, and it did seem like they matched each other perfectly. They always talked about how beautiful the world was and how they couldn't wait until she could see the colors too.

She snapped out of her thoughts. Taking a deep breath, she walked off to the courtyard, hoping a good book could distract her from the whole soulmate situation.

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Y/n wasn't sure how much time had passed when she finally finished her book. A few hours, at least. She looked around the courtyard, seeing that she was the only one there. She sighed, deciding to go back inside. Y/n looked at the sky, dreaming about the day she could finally see the blue sky her friends talked about. She wondered how beautiful the night sky looked when it was in full color, how pretty a sunset could be. Yet, all she could see was grey. She was almost at the point where she would begin to resent the color. Still, she remained patient, still trying to hold on to the small shred of hope that she would someday meet the one.

On her way in, she bumped into someone rather harshly. The two fell back, Y/n closing her eyes and rubbing her head gently from where it hit the ground. When she opened her eyes, her mind was blown as suddenly, she could see the world in color. Amazed, Y/n slowly took in her surroundings, admiring the green grass and the blue sky. She looked at the bark of the trees, the castle, the white fluffy clouds. Her eyes began to fill with tears as she slowly let it all sink in. She could see, she could finally see! It was all so much more beautiful than she could have ever imagined.

The boy in front of her got up with a groan. In her dazed state, Y/n had almost forgotten about him. She looked back at him to see platinum blonde hair and grey eyes looking back at her. Her face immediately became shocked as she recognized that familiar face, those eyebrows, those thin lips, those sharp cheekbones. Draco Malfoy.

Said boy looked back at her with the same shocked eyes. He glanced quickly around him, an astonished expression on his face. His grey eyes landed back on her, almost in disbelief.

"You're my—" They both whispered.

Y/n couldn't do this. Even when he didn't know they were soulmates, Draco Malfoy was a bigoted twat. How could the universe possibly pair her up with him? Y/n shook her head, before she got up and quickly retreated to her dormitory. She could hear Draco calling after her but she ignored him and simply kept running.

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When she arrived, most of her friends were already there, talking amongst each other on their beds. At the sound of the door opening, they all turned their heads and greeted her. Y/n still couldn't believe that she could see in color because of Draco Malfoy. Now, she could see the color or her friend's hairs and their eyes. She turned to a mirror and examined her reflection, playing with her (h/c) hair. She could see that she had (e/c) eyes, which was so surprising, considering that she had only seen a grey version of herself for years.

"Hey, Y/n! I just want you to know that you're beautiful and you better not be saying bad things about yourself to that mirror!" (F/n) said.

"I'm not....I just...."

"You'll find your soulmate eventually, Y/n. Then you can finally see how pretty you are." Another friend reassured.

Y/n smiled back at her, not sure if she should tell her friends that she met them and that it was the worst possible matchup ever. She decided against it, telling herself that the universe had made a mistake. There was no way that Malfoy was her soulmate, she refused to believe it.

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Almost a week had passed after that incident and Y/n was still avoiding Draco. She could see him trying to reach out to her but she would quickly lose him in the crowded hallways. Everyday, every hour, she was playing a game of avoidance cat and mouse. She had gotten pretty good at it too, swiftly navigating her way through all the students.

Today was just another one of those days. There she was again, quickly walking through the crowds, afraid that she would see Malfoy and have to talk to him. Luckily for her, she managed to make it to class without running into him. She settled into her seat next to her friends, who were quietly gossiping to each other.

"Malfoy's been pretty quiet lately. Hasn't been taunting Potter or anything. He's not even picking on any first years."

"Maybe Dumbledore's finally had enough of his behaviour. Or maybe his father threatened to ground him or something."

Y/n stayed silent, listening in to their conversation. Great, even if she could physically escape Malfoy, he was still there in conversation. It really seemed like the universe was insistent that it was right with this pairing.

"Could you guys stop talking about Malfoy? He's old news anyway. Who cares if he's not bullying anyone for once? Maybe he's actually become a decent person." Y/n snapped.

Her friends looked at each other. "What's gotten you so riled up? You care about him or something?"

"Nothing. I just don't wanna hear about him. Let's just focus on the class, okay?"

Her friends nodded slowly, looking at her suspiciously before they changed the topic of their conversation. Why did she defend him? Everyone, including her, knew that he was a prat and that wasn't changing. Y/n sighed quietly, feeling frustrated. Another thing she had kept to herself was a feeling of longing for the blonde male. He appeared in her dreams like a prince offering to sweep her off her feet. She'd feel drawn to him when she saw him in the hallways, even when she forced herself to stay away from him. Y/n was afraid as to what it could mean, she couldn't accept the truth.

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After classes ended, she continued through her usual route back to her dormitory. Unfortunately for her, Draco Malfoy was waiting for her right at the entrance. She quickly turned to try and make a getaway but he grabbed her arm.

"Wait. L/n, can we please talk?"

"What's there to talk about?" Y/n asked coldly, even when her heart fluttered at his touch.

"Just, come with me." Draco began pulling her away as Y/n rolled her eyes and allowed him to drag her.

He took her to an empty hallway, where he finally let her go. Y/n looked at him expectantly, putting her hands on her hips. She knew this was coming, there was no avoiding it, especially when the universe constantly pushed them together. The universe can rot in hell.

"So...we both know that we're.....soulmates. Why do you avoid it?" He sounded hurt, and Y/n's heart ached at the thought of that.

"Because, you're Draco Malfoy. You bully Potter and practically everyone else in this school. All you care about is blood status, the Slytherin house, and impressing your arsehole daddy. You're a spoiled brat who acts like you're entitled to everything, and I refuse to be one of those things just because I'm your 'soulmate'." Y/n growled at him.

He seemed to take everything she said into consideration, which was extremely out of character for him. "I can change, Y/n. I can change for you. In fact, I already have. Haven't you noticed how silent I've been? It's been the talk of the school this entire week." He said, desperately. Y/n wondered why he was so persistent, why did he continuously chase her, even when she actively ran away?

"You feel it too, don't you? A pull to me, like a bond?" Draco asked, watching her carefully. Y/n didn't answer but her silence gave her away. "I feel it too. I see you in my dreams and Merlin, I feel my heart race when I see you. I know you think this is a mistake, but the universe doesn't make mistakes. I love you, Y/n. Just give me a chance to prove it." Draco took her hand softly.

Y/n felt it. Some sort of invisible bond tying her to him. The universe had her in its clutches and it would not let her go. She felt her heart tighten and she sighed. What could it hurt to try? Clearly, the universe wasn't giving up on this and maybe there was a good reason for that. She remembered that feeling of longing for the Slytherin boy and bit her lip.

Damn it all.

She took Draco's face and smashed her lips against his. It felt like everything clicked into place as he held her face and kissed back. His lips fit perfectly against hers and she could feel the world around them stop. It was as if the universe was satisfied with its work and was allowing them to enjoy their moment. She pulled away and opened her eyes, the colors around her seemingly more vibrant than before. Draco looked at her with the widest smile on his face.

"I'll take that as a yes?" He chuckled.

"Don't make me regret it, soulmate." Y/n smiled back.

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Thank you so much for reading! This was pretty hard to write (I guess I'm not that good at soulmate AU's yet 😅). I hope it wasn't too horrible to read. Yes, I am still working on requests while I'm writing these things (I promise). Thank you again for reading and I hope you enjoyed. Until next time.

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Hills Animal Home [Petopher]

Day 3: "Stop coming back"

For the @petopher-events

Tags: pre-slash, animal shelter, mentions of covid-19

[It's not betaed so if you find any mistake, let me know]

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Hills Animal Home

The Hills Animal Home was an animal shelter that had opened at the beginning of the pandemic. Many pet owners abandoned their animals with the stupid idea that they could get infected by them. The shelter saved them from almost certain death. The place was big, it was on the outskirts of Beacon Hills, bordering to other two towns. The main building had space for a veterinary clinic with an operating room and spacious rooms for sick animals. Behind the building there were several square yards divided in areas for cats, dogs and other animals. There were big kennels for them to sleep outside if they so wanted and also closed huts with beds if it was cold outside. There were also large play areas with little trees to climb for the cats and lots of toys to play for the dogs. And everything was clean and cared for thanks to all the workers there. They did not receive any help from the State or the County, but it was rumored that the owner was some millionaire animal lover.

Chris hadn't paid much attention to it, but as the pandemic dragged on and things in Beacon Hills had settled down, he felt lonely and bored. He had had dogs when he was younger. Well, they were hunting dogs, and he wasn't allowed to treat them with love like any other family would do. He wanted to do it right this time.

He went to Hills Animal Home early on a weekday, when he was less likely to meet other people there. He put on his mask before getting out of the car. There was a woman in her seventies at the reception desk, her white hair in a bun and dressed in a striking pink flower shirt. She gave him a big smile as he approached the counter, or that was what he thought giving that he couldn't see her face behind the mask.

“Welcome! What can I do for you?” she asked.

“I want to buy a dog.”

“Adopt.”

“Huh?” Chris frowned.

“We don't sell dogs, we have them up for adoption,” she explained. “Would you like to adopt a dog?”

“Yes, I... I want to adopt a dog, please.”

He suspected they would charge him some money later with whatever excuse, but he already intended to pay so he didn't care. The woman called someone through an intercom, and another woman appeared. This one was a bit younger but not by much. She was wearing a skirt suit and had a folder in her hand.

“Hello, I'm Miranda. And you are...”

“Argent. Chris Argent.”

“Pleased to meet you,” she said with a little bow without even holding out her hand. Chris had to consciously refrain from doing so. “Come with me, I have some questions for you before we consider you qualified for adoption.”

Chris opened his mouth and closed it again. What was she talking about? He only wanted a dog.

As he learned in the following minutes, it wasn't that easy. Not here at least. These dogs had suffered a lot from the abandonment and even abuse, and they had no intention of handing them over to the first guy who walked through the door. She asked him a lot of questions about his daily life, about his house, his job, his previous pets, his family... He commented that it was a bit invasive (even more than a job interview), and Miranda told him that he was not obliged to answer, but then he would leave without a dog.

It seemed that his answers were satisfying enough, and he was allowed to go see the dogs. What he didn't expect was to find Peter Hale there. He was dressed in casual clothes (more casual than Chris had ever seen him) and was playing with the dogs. There was at least eight of them jumping around him while others ran after the balls he threw at them. He had a big smile on his face. A real smile. Chris had never seen him like that.

When Peter felt someone approaching, he took a mask out of his pocket and put it on. It was strange since Chris was pretty sure that werewolves couldn't get infected. Then Peter realized who he was and stood still. As if following his lead, all the dogs stopped jumping and running and looked toward Chris.

“To what do I owe this visit?” he asked coming closer.

“Mr. Argent is qualified for adoption,” Miranda said, handing Peter a clipboard.

“Thank you, Miranda,” Peter nodded and took the clipboard without taking his eyes from Chris. “You can go back inside.”

“Okay. Good luck, Mr. Hale,” she said and left.

Chris wasn't sure why he needed luck, but he nodded anyway.

“So you came to adopt a dog,” Peter said. It wasn't a question. He took a look at Miranda's report and left it on a table full of toys and treats.

“Do I get to choose?” Chris asked and wasn't surprised by Peter's answer.

“Of course not,” he said with a snort. “You only get to choose if you want a small one or a big one.”

“I don't really care, but I have enough space for a big one.”

“Good. Get one of those and play with them,” Peter said, pointing to the toys on the table.

Chris didn't know why, but he just took one of the knotted ropes and followed Peter to a more open area. The dogs relaxed as soon as Peter did and some of them came to Chris and started playing with him. Peter played with them too, and the man looked the most relaxed Chris had ever seen him, even if the 'wolf kept an eye on him all the time. He looked almost... happy?

Chris wasn't sure how long they were there and for what exactly, but he was having fun so he didn't mind. At some point, Peter walked up to him and with just a couple of gestures, all the dogs turned away except for one. It was dark brown, and Chris couldn't guess what breed, probably a mixed-breed, but he didn't care.

“This is Burger,” Peter said, petting its head. “I think he'll be perfect for you.”

“Burger,” Chris repeated arching an eyebrow. “Can I change his name?”

“No. And you can't turn him into a hunting dog either. I'll make sure of it,” Peter said with a clear threat in his voice.

“I won't. I don't work like that anymore,” Chris answered truthfully.

Peter looked at him, and maybe he was satisfied with his steady heartbeat because he just nodded.

“Let's go to my office.”

The three of them went back into the building and got into a small office with windows to the back yard. Peter sat behind the desk and Chris in front of him with Burger at his feet.

“You're the owner of this place, right?” Chris asked while Peter took out some documents.

“What gave it away?” Peter said sarcastic.

“Why?” That was what he had been wondering from minute one.

Peter shrugged.

“Because I can.”

“A lot of people could, but you did it. Why?”

Peter left some papers in front of him and leaned back in the chair with a pensive expression. He probably wasn't thinking of his reasons for opening an animal shelter, but if he should tell him.

“Cora left, Derek left, most of the McCall pack has left, including the alpha. And now this fucking pandemic and the first thing people do is abandon their pets as if they were not part of the family. The same assholes that refuse to wear a mask,” Peter said almost with a growl.

Pack. That was what this was for Peter, a pack. He was there for the same reason as Chris, he felt lonely.

“Why do you wear it, a mask?” Chris asked curiously while he started to fill the papers.

Peter seemed grateful for the change of subject.

“I may not get sick, but I don't know if I can carry it and infect others. Although it's mostly as an example for my workers.”

“I didn't think you were so aware.”

Chris signed the papers and gave them back. Peter was looking at him with narrowed eyes.

“You don't know me at all, Argent.” Peter got up and went to the office door. “Take care of him, let us know if you need anything and don't forget about the vaccines. You can vaccinate him here or at your own vet,” he said almost like a robot.

Chris hooked Burger to a new leash and left the office with him. Peter disappeared through a door, and Chris took his new dog home.

Not even three weeks later, Chris was back at the Hills Animal Home. Again in the morning of a weekday. Peter appeared immediately at the reception desk with an angry look.

“If you're here to return him-.”

“No, no, Burger is wonderful,” Chris hurried to say. “He's quickly adapted to the house and is a fantastic boy.”

“I'm glad. Why are you here then?” Peter relaxed a bit and rounded the desk towards him.

“I thought... Maybe Burger would feel better with a friend.”

Yeah, that's why he was there, there was no other reason. Right.

“Well, dogs are pack animals so yes, I think it'd be a good idea. Beside, you have the means to take care of both.”

Peter gestured for Chris to follow him, and they went to the dogs enclosure.

“Should I take Burger too,” Chris asked at the door.

“Of course, it's gonna be his companion after all.”

And just like that, they spent a couple of hours playing with the dogs. Peter laughed, he really laughed even if Chris could not see it with the mask, but the sound of it was... The dogs, he had to focus on the dogs. Yeah, he was there for the dogs. Fuck.

Chris left the shelter with a golden retriever with only three legs that jumped higher than any other dog. His name was Nigel. And no, he couldn't change it.

“Stop coming back!” Peter almost whined when Chris returned to the shelter two weeks later. “You're not getting another dog, two are enough for now!”

Chris opened his mouth and closed it again. Burger and Nigel were with him and greeted Peter cheerfully.

“I wasn't... I didn't want another... dog...” Okay, now he didn't have an excuse to be there.

“Then what?” Peter asked, crossing his arms. Chris' eyes went straight to his cleavage (you couldn't blame him). Why was he wearing a V-neck instead of casual clothes like the other days? And why did it have to be so wide? “Oh, I see.”

“What?” He was glad that the mask partially hid his face. Surely he had blushed (which was ridiculous for a man his age).

“You don't need to adopt a dog to get a date.”

“I-I don't-,” Chris stammered.

“I can smell it, Chris, even through the mask. Knowing you, you'd fill your house with dogs before you muster up the courage to ask me out,” Peter sighed, rolling his eyes.

He gave the dogs a treat and turned to the back door while Chris looked at him speechless.

“Pick me up at five!” he said before disappearing.

Well, he now had two dogs and a date. That was a lot more than what he had five weeks ago.

[courtrae89]

Queens Of Odins Eye

 Final Chapter Part 2

Looks like there will be another part to this final chapter coming soon.

Warnings:NSFW,smut,language,queens being bitches.

“Fuck dealing with this, I’m going to the shop, I got a client coming” and Kia was headed in the other direction. “Kia wait, you have to face this eventually, you don’t even want him, you love Ubbe” I was exhausted by these two. Kia’s face scrunched up, she hated it when I was right. “I liked you better when you minded your own damn business.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “When have I ever minded my business when it came to you two? Go talk to her.” She looked over at Bri, and the two miniture versions of her current husband, Bri’s eyes seemed to be trained on her as well, and for a moment I thought she might be in Kia’s head.

After a moment Kia turned away from her. “I have a client, I need to go alright, I’m gonna need a drink later, you in?” she kept moving forward, “yea, I'll text you when I'm done.” I just hoped I wouldn't have to break any cat fights up. Bri being back was definitely a good thing, I just hoped Kia could see that too.

The closer I got to Bri, and the two young boys it was clear, they were Ivars, it was also clear that while Bri's powers may have changed, she had not. “Court this is Vili and Ve` I need to speak with him in private.” She pointed towards the entrance, I didn’t need an explanation, I knew she meant Ivar. “I’ll be back.” She didn’t wait for an answer, before she disappeared, then again she never asked a question either. “Oooookay, sure no problem.” I said to myself.

I felt a tug on my shirt and turned to see Vili, no Ve`, well I wasn’t really sure. “are you are auntie Court?” Bri called me their auntie, I was touched. “I suppose I am, I've known your mom a long time.” Now I definitely had to figure how to tell these two apart, auntie Court couldn’t mix up her sweet godsons. “Momma says you get on her damn nerves calling out to her all the time.” Ehh I would figure it out eventually, twins are hard to tell apart anyway, little shits.

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“What the fuck is that supposed to mean Bri? Well I’m back now, it doesn’t fucking matter, you took off! You ran away and allowed for me to miss out on a piece of my sons lives, and don’t you try and deny it!” Ivar was in Bri's face, he was seeing red, but Bri wasn't all that concerned.

“ oh and what was I supposed to do Ivar? You lost your gods damned mind when you found out about her and Ubbe, and you’ve been holding her hostage in this fucked up relationship with you since! I left because I wasn’t going to play the role you expected me to, I’m not fucking showing my boys that’s how life is.” Ivar laughed menacingly, his face in a disgusted snarl “but you can show them you don’t care that they don’t know their father?”

There was barely an inch between Bri and Ivars faces. Ivar knew that his anger was about to boil over, but gods damn he was fucking intoxicated by her scent, by just having her fucking near him, and all he could think about was throwing her against the wall and fucking her warm cunt until she drained him. He wanted to see her swollen with his child, since she had so foolishly taken that from him the first time. “Fuck you Ivar!” Bri threw her middle finger in his face.

Ivar snarled at her, pushing her against the wall, his hands held her arms so she wouldn’t stop him, and he crashed his lips into hers. Bri melted into his touch immediately as he let her arms go, and began to run his hands all over her body, her hands went to his belt desperately trying to remove what was separating them. She needed a release just as much as he did.

“I need you so fucking bad baby, Ubbe can have Kia, you’re fucking mine Bri, this pussy is mine.” Ivar turned her around, and as Bri braced herself against the wall Ivar ripped her pants, and panties down to her knees all at once, as the air hit her soaked core she shivered at the anticipation. Ivar shoved his fingers deep inside her. A deep moan slipped past her lips, and Ivar growled at the arousal he had caused to drip between her thighs.

While he worked his fingers inside her, pulling those sweet noises from her lips, Bri reached behind her to take his cock in her hands. Ivar almost came right then, his legs buckled before he caught himself. Ivar brushed against that sweet spot inside her again, and she was writhing against the wall, “Fuck Ivar, gods yes, fuck this pussy baby” her legs were shaking, her breath ragged, but Ivar held her up, and before she came down from her high he slammed his cock inside her.

Ivar fucked Bri at a brutal pace, pulling her by her hips to meet his thrusts as hard and fast as he could. The way her pussy was clenching around his cock, dirty noises leaving her, the moans, and her foul language was pushing him ever closer to the edge. Ivar knew she was close by the way she was moving with him, riding his cock to meet her high. “Fuck me Ivar, come on baby fuck me harder!” the now screams leaving her filthy mouth, Ivar reached his arm around her and started playing with her clit, he could feel her pussy beginning to spasm, slapping it a couple harsh times, Bri bucked against him, her cunt pulling is cock deeper inside as she came around him. Ivars legs buckled, his rhythm faltered as he shot his hot, sticky cum deep inside her.

As Bri came to her senses, she pushed him off her, pulling her pants back on, straightening her shirt, and fluffing her hair she went to walk out, “Bri” Bri stopped, but didn’t turn around to face him. “I meant what I said, he can have her, I just want you.” Bri’s only acknowledgment of his words was to continue on her way out the door.

When Bri walked back outside after freshening up she spotted her boys and Court dancing and laughing while Ragnar held Courts iPhone, it looked like they were on tiktok, even if Court did get on her damn nerves, it felt good to have her boys around family, but she did wonder what she would tell her boys happened to their grandfather, once whatever Court was planning was carried out.

“mommy come dance with us!” Vili and Ve` called out to her. Bri jogged across the parking lot to them, stopping in front of Ragnar as he turned around “Bri! Come here” Ragnars arms were open wide. Bri stepped up to him and hugged him tight. When he let her go she seen the adoring look I was giving Ragnar, he was looking at me with the same adoration. Seeing him as a family man gave me a warm feeling, It was hard to remember sometimes that he was the enemy. We were all fucked, literally if I didn’t get my shit together.

“Mom, mom?” the two mini Ivars called out to Bri. “can Grandpa show us his motorcycle?” “mom can we stay at Grandpa’s house tonight? He has a pool, he said we could swim, if you say it’s okay?” the boys were excitedly talking over one another, and Bri didn’t really want to tell them no, she trusted Ragnar would take care of his family, and she needed time to get her shit together tonight anyway.

“ I’ll say yes, IF grandpa says I can steal Court for the night” Bri gave Ragnar a wink, the boys were looking at Ragnar expectantly, he chuckled giving her a kiss on the cheek “anything for these two!” he made his way over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, and bring his lips to mine, “Call Floki to take you home, I’ll use the Tahoe.” Ragnar voice dropped, bringing his lips to my ear “Do not forget who you belong to, make sure you’re in my bed when you lay down tonight.”

My thighs clenched together involuntarily, and I was aggravated and aroused all at the same time. That’s what it was always like with Ragnar, he treated the women he was with like property, but gods damn if it didn’t cause my panties to dampen. “your cock is the only one I want inside me baby, don’t you worry, I know who this tight cunt belongs to.” Ragnar growled lowly letting go of me before he got worked up, he handed my phone back over to me, I unlocked it and dialed Floki. Looking over to Bri as she talked with her boys, telling them to be polite, and then they gave her hugs and kisses before they chased after Ragnar to look at his bike. I ended the call with Floki, as Bri watched her boys with their grandfather.

“Being a mommy looks really good on you Bri.” She smiled, but it wasn't genuine, more sarcastic than anything, tilting her head to the side “Being The Queen looks good on you Court.” I wonder how long she had been holding that one in. “I’m not “The Queen” Bri, we both know that. Sometimes it’s hard to remember, I won’t lie to you, but I always do, and I will follow through, for you, Kia, Happ, and now for your boys. I’m not the enemy.” I had stayed calm, my voice even, and then for some reason I felt like I was being attacked. “Don’t chastise me, like you haven’t had Ragnars cock buried inside of you.”

In hindsight I probably could have refrained from those last words. Bri's face dropped, before she was in my face, her fingers curling around my dark locks “Don’t turn this around on me, I see the way you look at him, and I have every right to be concerned. Get your shit together, she yanked my hair, then let go, turning on her heals, headed straight for Kia's shop “Be at the bar by 10, I’ve got shit I need to take care of.

I just hope Kia and Bri survived each other. Before I could think much on it, the sound of Floki's bike thundered pulling up in front of me, he handed me my helmet, I grabbed my jacket, putting them both on and climbing on, wrapping my arms around his middle, sometimes I wish we could go back, but even all the love I’ve had for this club and it’s members couldn’t wash away all the sins committed.

Thinking about this most of the way “home” the home I was sharing with Ragnar and most of the time Floki, I knew it was now or never. I knew it was stupid of me, it’s not how I was trained, but I was going to cherish these last few hours, then I would end it all, and get the fuck out for good!

Meanwhile..”Kia's shop”

The bell over head rang as Bri walked through the entrance of Kia's shop, she could smell the antiseptic in the air, and hear the buzz of Kia’s art being put on canvas, if anywhere felt like home it was anywhere her sister was, but this place, Kia and Bri had worked hard on getting it running.

Kia wasn’t surprised By Bri's visit, just that she hadn’t come in due to Court dragging her by her ear. “Can I help you?” she asked as if any old customer, her heart was thumping in her chest though, she was nervous to say the least. Kia wasn’t scared if Bri, but shit wasn't exactly peachy between the two when Bri left.

“We need to talk, you got a minute?” Kia scoffed. “A min? That ain’t gonna fix shit I’ll be done in about 20, we'll talk then.” Kia went back to work, and Bri merely laughed sarcastically “Dramatic as usual” Bri walked away before Kia could get in another word, deciding to walk around the waiting area. She wasn’t going anywhere, and Kia wasn’t getting away before they hashed this shit out.

Bri watched Kia's client as he left, and made her way back to the room she could hear Kia cleaning up. “got a minute now?” Kia rolled her eyes, she wasn’t even mad at Bri anymore, at this point she was just tired of it all. “Say whatever you came back to say Bri, I’m not fighting with you, and I don’t want him, you can have him” Bri laughed “Oh how kind of you Kia, letting me have a man that you know would leave you for me anyway.”

Kia rises to her full height taking a deep breath, she had enough of the back handed comments. “ did you come back to act superior to everyone and pick fights? I don’t want to fight with you, especially not for him, he loves you, and I love Ubbe, but I will fuck you up regardless, I’m not some house mouse you can be a twat too” Bri laughed again, but this time it was genuine, she missed her sister, and it was nice to be back and have Kia and Courts smart ass mouths giving her shit.

Looks like there will be another part y’all!! Hope you like it!

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