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corpsebasil · 11 months

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This may not be much to go off of but maybe reader x Ethan Landry are coworkers and they both have the biggest crush on one another. He’s an awkward mess, but she finds it so cute. It can fluff or smutty, or both 😌😌

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“Pass me the stapler, E?” You asked, bent halfway over the receptionist’s desk at the Blackmore Puppy Resort, carefully tapping a stack of papers together.

You’d been sorting for over half an hour, making sure every dog’s paperwork was kept neat and organized for the filing cabinet. Your coworker, a brunet named Ethan Landry, was sitting on the ground near your feet, attempting to fix a broken collar. His tongue was pressed to his cheek, eyebrows furrowed as he fiddled with the metal and leather contraption. Finally he grumbled, moving to his knees to stretch to the opposite cabinet, snatching the stapler up off the top.

“This is fucking hopeless.” He grumbled, passing you the stapler and dumping the collar in the trash. “Boss is gonna kill me.”

“It’s not that bad,” you told him, stapling together the papers, but when your eyes darted down to the bin and saw the mangled collar, you barely suppressed a snort. “okay, yeah. You annihilated that collar.”

“Ugh.” He groaned, leaning his back against the desk, splaying his legs out in front of him on the floor. “Okay, what if I drove to PetSmart really fast and got a new one? Think she’d notice?”

“Before the owner comes to pick up her dog in—” you glanced at the clock. “—twenty minutes? Yeah.” He groaned again and you cracked a smile. “Told you not to take the collar off.”

“It was bath time.”

“You’re supposed wash them with the collars on.”

Ethan made a noise of complaint and leaned his head against the side of your knee as you worked, continuing to staple papers. You let a small smile form on your mouth. You and Ethan had been working together for months now and had become fast friends; you ate lunch together during your breaks, raced each other to answer the phone, and fought over who got to walk the small dogs instead of the huge, hulking German Shepard that stayed regularly at the kennel while his military dad was on tour.

And, to be honest, you liked him a bit.

He was cute, that was undeniable. And the two of you had a sort of easy friendship that had began practically the first shift together. He looked up at you, brown eyes fixed on the side of your face as you finished up filing some paperwork.

“Do you remember Jess?” He asked and you paused, glancing down.

“Jess as in…your ex?”

“Yeah.” He sighed, looking towards a spot on the wall. “She texted me yesterday. Wants to go to Shake Shack later and catch up.” His curly head tilted as he adjusted himself, sitting up straighter. “Should I go?”

“Do you want to go?”

“Do you want me to want to go?”

“Do you want me to want you to want to go—?”

“Y/N.” He laughed, tugging at your shoelace as he grinned, a stupidly cute smile that pulled at your heart. “Im asking for your advice right now. Help me out.”

You pretended to ponder for a while, even if the thought of Ethan going anywhere with Jess made you feel slightly violent. You shrugged, sliding him a casual glance as you opened the desk drawer and shoved the papers inside.

“I don’t know.” You said, tightening your ponytail before you moved to the computer, pulling up your schedule. “Maybe you should reconsider doing anything with your ex-girlfriend.”

“It’s not like I have other options.” Ethan said, watching as you tapped on the keyboard slightly aggressively. “Right?”

“You could always use Tinder. A much more advanced, entertaining route than the obvious heartache you’re gonna get from getting Shake Shack with her.”

“Come on, haven’t you ever gone back to an ex?”

“No, because I’m not a dumbass. And I’m going on my lunch break in like, ten minutes, so that’s all the advice you’re getting.”

Ethan stayed silent for a moment and you turned, glancing down at where he seemed deep in concentration on the ground. Then he stood, sighing loudly, and stretched. The boy had no business being as tall as he was, practically towering over you when he was by your side.

“What if we went to Shake Shack instead?” He asked, drumming his fingers on the desk as he peered down at you. You raised an eyebrow and he raised one right back. “What? I don’t want to be thought of as a dumbass.” Your amused smile was enough for him to crack one of his own, his hip bumping yours as he walked by. “What do I text Jess?”

“How about nothing?” You offered, following him as he moved towards the back where the two of you kept your bags. “Block her.”

“I was thinking, ‘I’ve found a better lunch date’, but that works too.”

You rolled your eyes, picking up your bag and slinging it over your arm.

“You’re so annoying. But fine. We can get burgers if you want.”

“That’s my girl.” He said, grinning as he flicked your ear, his finger hooking through your belt loop as tugged you along with him out of the back.

—

After lunch and then your afternoon shift with Ethan, the two of you wound up at his dorm, splayed out on his bed as you watched American Psycho. Ethan was laying on his stomach next to you, chin on his arm as he watched the film, both of your eyes glued to the screen.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” He suddenly asked, and you glanced over in surprise.

“Hmm?”

“Do you—I mean, are you dating anyone?” He looked away, slightly embarrassed. “Sorry. Never-mind.”

“Why?” You asked, propping yourself on your elbow and turning your head to face him. He was close, barely half a foot away, his cheeks flushed a slight shade of pink. “You wanna ask me out on a date?”

“No.” He grinned slyly, his mask of awkwardness slipping a fraction into one of recognition at the line. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“You’re so cheesy.” You laughed, nudging him with your shoulder, the scent of his cologne invading your nose as he watched you with amused, soft brown eyes. “Quoting Stab like I haven’t seen the movie a thousand—”

Ethan moved quickly, surprising you, one hand sliding from your jaw to your neck, the other hand pressing the mattress for support as he kissed you hard, an involuntary noise leaving you at the rapid movement. He pulled away, forehead brushing yours as he spoke, the taste of his spearmint gum lingering on your mouth.

“Go on a date with me, Y/N.” He murmured, kissing you again, and you slipped a hand into his hair, tugging him further onto you as you whispered your assent.

—

HELLOO

#ethan landry #“Ethan landry x reader #scream 6 #scream six fanfiction #ethan landry imagine

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months

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AITA for helping one of my coworkers, instead of cleaning?

Hello not reddit but tumblr where my good friends on the internet are! I've been stewing over this for a little while, and decided I wanted some outsider input.

I (23m) work at a grooming salon for a business that rhymes with VetHart. I have several coworkers that I have a good if occasionally strenuous relationship with, but this focuses on two other coworkers, M and H (40+f and 21f, respectively.)

Both M and H have back problems. M due to her age and also health complications, and H due to the fact that we don't have enough staff on hand to do "team lifts" when getting dogs on and off our tables, so she has to do it herself quite often. These are important, because M, H, and I, were closing the grooming salon together earlier this week, and M asked for me to help her velocity dry her last dog of the day, before I cleaned out any of the leftover empty kennels or break down (clean up) the bathing bunker, where we bathe dogs.

I, wanting to help M, because she was going to be alone for the last 30 of her shift, agreed to help. H was present for this conversation, and witnessed me walking back to dry M's last dog. For reference, it can take some time to dry a dog. I usually take about 20 minutes for poodle/toy poodle/fluffy dogs (which M's dog was), and this includes the break I had to take in order to bring one of the dogs I had bathed up to the front to go home, where I saw H sitting with her last dog, a (admittedly very cute) puppy, in her lap. Not calling, not doing any finishing touches or brushing, just. Sitting there. I figured she needed a break for her back, went back to the back, and finished drying M's dog.

I wanted a break from being in the back (it's got dim lighting that makes my sight wonky and fuzzy if I'm back there for too long), so I went up front to let M know I was finished with drying her dog, and H was still sitting with her puppy in her lap.

I thought it was weird, bc it had been at least 10 minutes since I came back up, but I shrugged it off, and took a few minutes to get my dight back into focus. H finally put their puppy away, and asked me what I had done so far in the back.

I was honest and told her that I had only pulled bowls and towels from the empty kennels, I hadn't done any spraying or wiping out of the kennels, nor had I broken down the bunker, and specified that I had helped M per her request with drying her dog. In response, H gives me a nasty side eye, so I ask her why she's looking at me like that, to which she replies "you just said you haven't broken down the bunker or done anything except take towels and bowls out of kennels," to which I reiterate, again, that I was drying M's dog. M defends me as well, but H continues to have an attitude until after we've finished breaking down the bunker.

H stopped acting like it was a big deal by that point, but I'm still a bit irritated and wondering if I was in the wrong? Either for defending myself or taking a break before i cleaned the bunker.

Thanks, not reddit!

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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twistedappletree · 5 months

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It’s PRIYA! ✨💞☀️💞✨

Some more about her under the cut below the pic bc her story is a bit rough but she’s such a sweet precious pretty baby fr 🥺🥀

First of all, she responds SO WELL to Priya. I think she likes the name and pronunciation because of how bright it is. I also got her some fancy hemp-based strawberry lime hibiscus doggy perfume since I can’t give her a bath yet because of her surgery staples. 🌺

Basically, her original owners surrendered her because there were medical complications with her pregnancy and they didn’t want to deal with it. They took her to the shelter way too late so her babies had to be aborted and she’s extremely depressed because of it. She was in the very last kennel in the back so she wasn’t getting viewed much by potential adopters and she was there so long without getting any interest that they scheduled her to be euthanized to make more room in the shelter. No one even offered to foster her. 💔

It’s also very clear that she was abused, likely by a man. Even while I was at the shelter, she gravitated towards me and stayed away from the male employees (who aren’t bad people btw, it’s just that her trauma makes her afraid of them).

She’s not doing this anymore but she squinted and lowered her head when I first tried to pet her, as though she was expecting to be hit. I also took her outside to show her her new backyard and where she can go potty but she thought I was kicking her out for the night so she went into the corner of the yard and made a little nest out of dry leaves to sleep in 😭

I had to lead her back into the house by her leash because she wouldn’t come back in ajdhajdha like nooooo baby you sleep inside and wherever you want! On the couch, my bed, your new doggy bed with all your fluffy blankets—no leaves!

It’s only been a few nights but she’s already learning that she’s in a safe place and she’s SO gentle and respectful with my cat! Misako is still freaked out by her but she already lived with my Great Dane before she passed so she knows big dogs and I’m already seeing a lot of improvement in her attitude towards Priya.

She’s also not jealous of her and shunning me for it which was the main thing I was worried about because my kitty is my baby lmaooo (but Priya’s my baby too now!)

She’s still extremely tired from her surgeries so I can’t take her on any strenuous walks or outings but she gets her staples out next week and a regular check up to make sure she’s okay. She looks like she has some breathing problems and also has a weird bump on her nose so we’re gonna get that checked out. Hoping it’s nothing serious 😭 she’s only 2 years old but she walks around and has the energy levels of an old lady ajdhajdhAJDHAD

Pretty, pretty Priya. I love her sm 💞🥺💞

#she’s so sweet guys #if she accidentally stepped on an ant she’d cry about it lmaooo #super sensitive and emotional like me 😭#apple babble 🍎#non fandom #priya #pretty priya 🌺#that’s her tag btw 😌#tw animal abuse mention #tw abortion mention #she’s a Great Pyrenees possibly mixed with a shepherd or lab???#and only 108lbs so way smaller than my Dane who was like 160 lmao #she’s also kinda skinny and isn’t eating much tho so that’s another thing I’m gonna ask the vet about #bc even tho she’s mixed she’s still pretty big and should weigh a lot more than she does

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atlasscrumpit · 2 years

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Worshipping!Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x modern!reader who treats him like a pet(?) He has his own kennel,he can get whiny when not enough attention is shown to him which makes the reader get him a collar so he can remind himself that he is owned by the reader though they didn't really want to own him, they just helped him when he was hurt and he had a bit of a cut on his tail but then the big werewolf sorta claimed them as their owner;and the reader just went with it<3

Bucky would let Steve Rogers also worship the reader and let him also be their pet but Bucky would prep him to be the perfect,sweet,pretty boy and fill him in on what to wear and do and what not to do,ect to be acceptable to worship the reader :)

Bucky x reader

Werewolf

You were heading home from your part time job, it was dark and loving in this world you knew you had to be careful, not just because of men but people of the supernatural creatures that lived among humans.

You threw your hood over your head before you heard a loud yelp and cry.

You paused for a moment, your breath hitching in your throat. It could be a helpless puppy, or a werewolf.

But either way it was a living creature. You groaned and trudged into the woods behind the path you’d been walking on.

It was beginning to rain and you cursed out the sky as you went in further.

You followed the crying and whimpering that you heard before you were met with a large black and white wolf with its tail caught under a rock.

The creature saw you and cried out to you as you secured your backpack onto your back and slowly approached him.

“Easy there, if you don’t bite my hand off will you let me help you?” You asked holding your hand out cautiously as he nodded and whimpered.

You came forward to the rock to examine it.

“Alright, this might hurt.” You muttered before using all of your strength to push the rock away from his tail.

You successfully removed it and fell back groaning softly.

He quickly ran up to you and licked your face.

“Alright, it’s okay. You’re free, go.” You said before he sat and starred at you.

He whined again and gave you what you could only assume was an attempt at puppy dog eyes.

“Fine, I’ll help you. I have some things at my apartment that can help.” You said standing up and brushing yourself off as he stood up and ran forward.

You groaned and followed him back to the path you were on where he was waiting for you.

He looked so excited. You walked beside him making your way back to your apartment.

You did feel a little safer with a giant werewolf walking beside you. You finally made it back to your apartment complex and walked up to the top floor (which was only three floors up) and opened the door for the wolf.

He immediately ran inside and began sniffing everything he could, you locked your door behind you and stepped inside your apartment.

“I just need to get the medical supplies.” You let him know going into the bathroom where he quickly followed you.

“You’re very clingy.” You chuckled softly as he nuzzling into your hip.

You led him out to the living room and sat down on the floor.

“Here, sit with your back to me so I can see your tail.” You said as he obeyed immediately.

“You’re very obedient.” You muttered about to go grab his tail but he began to wag his tail at the praise.

You chuckled softly and gently held onto his tail.

“Stay still, pup.” You said inspecting his tail.

It was pretty bruised and battered but nothing too serious, you grabbed out some antiseptic.

“This will hurt a bit.” You warned him before dabbing the liquid onto his wound, you noticed he barely even flinched.

After you had made sure it was clean you wrapped it in gauze.

“Alright, I’m all done. I need to have a bath, especially after falling in the forest.” You muttered standing up as he went to follow you again.

“No, pup. You stay here.” You said as he pouted and whined softly as if to say ‘but what if I die while you’re in there?’

“Fine, but when you turn back to your human form don’t mention it.” You said as he wagged his tail again.

You went into the bathroom and began to fill up the tub as you groaned and rubbed your neck.

One the bath had filled up enough you put in some bath salts before stripping off your wet clothes and stepping in.

You noticed the wolf looked away while you undressed. At least you knew the man under the wolf was a gentleman in some way or another.

When you were in the tub he laid on the floor, you realised he didn’t want to see you naked he just wanted to be near you.

You sighed and let your body relax in the tub.

You finally finished and dried off before going to your room and getting changed.

“Do you want to leave now?” You asked the wolf as he sat and stared at you, you took that as a no.

“Alright, but you can’t sleep in my room. You’re filthy.” You said as he pouted once more.

“I’ll set up a bed outside my door, okay?” You bargained with him as he nodded.

You grabbed as many blankets and pillows as you could and set up a make shift bed outside of your door before yawning and collapsing onto your bed.

You cuddled into the sheets and switched off the light.

“Goodnight, pup.”

—

You woke up in the morning feeling a warm body against your back and an arm around your waist. You took you a moment to process and then when you did you screamed and backed away.

The stranger woke up and looked down at you.

“No, it’s okay! It’s me, the wolf.” He said as you looked at him in shock.

Seeing him in human form was definitely something. He was quite handsome too.

Just then you realised he was naked.

“Do you want some clothes?” You asked as he nodded making you chuckle.

You grabbed out some oversized hoodies and tracksuit pants and gave them to him before he got changed in front of you making you shield your eyes.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You muttered before looking back at him when he was dressed.

He suddenly lunged forward and wrapped his arms around you making you yelp in surprise.

“I’m Bucky and you’re my owner now.” He said as your eyes widened and you pushed him off you.

“I’m your what now!?” You said as he pouted when you shouted.

“You saved me and took care of me so I want you to own me.” He replied casually as you looked at him in shock.

“B-But humans owning werewolves is usually like a slavery thing, I didn’t think werewolves wanted to be owned.” You commented as he wrapped his arms around you again and nuzzled into your neck.

“When we find a human we really like we can make them our owners and I want you.” He said as you stood frozen still while he showered you in affection.

Maybe it wouldn’t be entirely bad to have a werewolf around, after all this was a bit of a rough neighbourhood and you also had some crazy exes.

“I’ll think it over today, but I have to get to work.” You said but he wouldn’t let you go.

“I don’t want you to go.” He muttered as you managed to wrestle yourself out of his grip.

“I know, but I need to earn money so I can eat and live in an apartment.” You said as he pouted again but nodded.

“You can just stay here today if you want, my shift is only four hours. I know you’ll survive, there’s food in the kitchen you can eat anything.” You said rushing around to grab some food and your uniform.

“What if you get into trouble and I’m not there.” He said as you smiled at him.

“I’ve survived this long, after last night you still need to rest.” You said as he pouted but nodded.

After you’d gotten changed and bid the werewolf goodbye you made your way to work, trying to process everything that was happening.

—

Your shift was finally over and you groaned walking outside to see Bucky waiting for you in his human form.

He ran up and hugged you tightly as you groaned again.

“I missed you so much.” He said as you sighed and chuckled softly.

“I missed you too, pup. Come on, let’s get home.” You said grabbing his hand and pulling him along.

He asked you every single tiny detail about your day and then moved onto a skin questions about your life.

By the time you reached your apartment you were exhausted.

“I think I need a nap.” You muttered beginning to strip of your sweaty uniform.

“I’m just going to have a shower then take a nap.” You said as he nodded, you took a shower and came out to get changed to see Bucky had piled blankets up onto your bed creating what looked like a nest.

You smiled softly and saw him perk up when his eyes met you.

“I made sure it was perfect for you to nap!” He said making you chuckle.

“Thanks, Bucky.” You said before collapsing onto the bed and cuddling into the blankets.

Bucky laid beside you, nuzzling himself into your chest and wrapping his arm around your waist.

Maybe having this werewolf around would turn out to be a good thing.

“Sleep well, Buck.” You whispered running your hand through his hair.

“Goodnight, Y/N”

#marvel #mcu #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #the winter soldier #the winter soldier x reader #winter soldier x reader #mcu x reader #marvel x reader #bucky #James barnes #request

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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Mo Shíorghrá - A Chibs Telford/OC Story, sequel to The Thief of your Heart.

They’re back, guys! Here we are with the first chapter of the sequel, this one only eight parts in length, but the chapters all pretty long. I really hope you enjoy it! Mo Shíorghrá is Irish for ‘my eternal love’, in case you wondered :)

Words - 6,580

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

Walking from the fitting room to view her reflection in the full length, silver gilt mirror, Abi sighed, turning to her friends. “See, now you look gorgeous, and so do you, and then here’s me, looking like a bouncy house.”

Venus was quick to negate such a statement. “Oh, my sweet child, you do not look like a bouncy house at all!”

“I do, though! Children will be lining their sandals up ready to dive on me!”

That was what did it, all four women exploding with laughter in the middle of the bridal store, Tara holding onto Venus’ arm as she almost cried laughing, a seated Lyla with her head on her knees, and Abi, although laughing, huffing at her reflection.

The bride to be had chosen raspberry tulle for each of her bridesmaids, low cut, just above the knee with a pretty flow, all fitting very well, except for Abi’s which needed to be adjusted a little on account of her ever-growing pregnant bump. “But ultimately, it isn’t about any of us. It’s about this little beauty right here. Are you excited?” Abi asked, returning to behind the fitting room curtain to change.

“So excited! I can’t believe the day is almost here.” Lyla enthused, smiling fondly. With the final fitting done, her own dress purchased and everything ready to go, all she needed was for the men who had been incarcerated to return home, so their wedding could take place in six days from then. When Abi exited the fitting room, she smiled fondly at Lyla, who was off in her own little world of pre-marriage dreaminess. She’d felt just the same prior to her own, except she hadn’t really had any run up to it, becoming Mrs Telford. Fifteen years, it seemed, was a long enough wait, the pair deciding to marry on impulse, four days after Chibs had proposed to her...

Charming, 2010

“Oh god, big dog attack!” Abi exclaimed playfully as she was greeted at the front door by two very excited pitbull’s, her beautiful babies whom she and Chibs had adopted from a high kill shelter just a month after she’d arrived in Charming. There they’d been, behind the bars of their kennel, running up to greet them, fetching toys to engage in play, licking their hands, so excited that someone had paused to give them attention. Abi had been in tears after reading their story on the chart, that they’d been taken from a dog fighting ring in Oakland, used as bait dogs as they were too soft natured for fighting, the poor things covered in scars.

They were told that because of their size and stigma against the breed, they’d been overlooked regardless of their sweet natures, their names heading up the list closer to being destroyed. They’d decided in about three seconds that Jimi and Ozzy would be going home with them, one of the guys who worked at the shelter a huge Jimi Hendrix and Ozzy Osbourne fan giving them their names, pleased they’d be going to a household who both appreciated the same music as he and could offer them the time and love they needed to adjust. One month in, and they’d settled perfectly.

Walking through to the kitchen, she placed the grocery bags she carried down on the counter, turning to her dogs, her hands finding soft, freshly bathed black and white (Ozzy) and grey and white (Jimi) fur, crouching to them, letting them both shower her in kisses. She knew she shouldn’t let them lick her face, but didn’t like to tell them no when it was something that made them happy. In their ten months on the planet, they’d endured so much pain. This was their time to be spoiled rotten and feel safe and loved. “I love you, I love you both so much, yes I do, yes!” she told them softly, going to their cupboard and pulling out two dried chicken's feet, throwing them one each, the dogs scuttling off into the lounge to enjoy their snacks.

It made her happy, to have them in the house, to have two waggy tails and two pairs of beautiful, adoration filled eyes to come home to, now she actually could have dogs at home. Before, being away so much caused issues with her having pets, never being back for long enough to spend time with them. Now though, whenever she’d be away, they’d be with Chibs at TM. She was heading out again the following week, her first since the boys had been home. She hated the idea of leaving them, the man whose bike she heard rumbling on the drive after she’d finished putting the groceries away even more so.

Yes. She’d gotten very used to waking up with him every morning.

The sound of his bike roused the dogs from their chicken foot chewing, both pattering down the hallway on high alert. Snacks or no snacks, they didn’t care. Daddy was home.

“My boys! Hello you’s big lumps of muscle!” Chibs greeted them with, the sounds of excited yapping filling the house as he took off his jacket and kutte, hanging them up, his feet slipped from his boots, save getting a bawling at from his girlfriend. She was extremely house proud. “Where’s your mum? Take me to her.” The dogs came running into the kitchen, tails wagging, preceding his arrival, Abi immediately passing him a glass.

He looked dubious. “You’ll like it,” she enthused, Chibs taking the glass of red wine from her.

“You know I’m not particularly partial to wine,” he stated, giving it a cautionary sniff.

“Just try it, you will.”

He raised an eyebrow, taking a sip. “Aye, that’s not bad.”

“Good, because I bought three bottles,” she chirped, sipping her own with a smile.

“Is that your subtle way of telling me we’re getting hammered tonight?”

She bit back a smile, her eyebrows fluttering. “Might be. Or I might be celebrating that my period finished this morning, so we’re no longer confined to shower sex.” The grin that spread across his face was nothing short of roguish, Abi giggling as he pressed her against the cupboards, putting his glass down, taking hers from her too.

“Dogs, out.” Off they went, Chibs laughing a deep, wicked chuckle in his throat as he kissed her, fingers popping the button of her trousers, Abi pulling her top off. Their hunger for one another burned brightly, their kisses becoming more feral as they groped and pawed at one another, Chibs lifting to seat her on the units, pushing a hand between her legs, beginning to thumb at her clit through her underwear. She gasped against his mouth, her fingers unfastening the popper buttons of the dark denim shirt he wore, stroking his chest, her fingers moving to unbuckle his belt.

A tumult of lust roared through them, Chibs groaning against her tongue as he felt the fabric of her underwear getting wet beneath his fingers, the soaked material sliding over her folds, kissing one another with zeal, their need escalating. The ferrous bulge of his cock was released into her grasp, his jeans and boxers falling to his ankles, their need too great to even undress beyond that as he pulled her thong to the side and arrowed himself into her heat with a grunt, sucking her tongue as they shared filthy kisses full of indulgence and need.

With them, it was still as magmatic as it had been the very first time, in the ruins of the church back in Belfast, but god, how far they’d come since then.

She panted hard as his mouth went to her neck, teeth nipping, his fingers digging into her thighs as he railed her atop the counter, grumbling suddenly, his hand reaching for the knife block. Taking a sharp blade, he slipped it beneath the side of her thong, cutting her underwear from her and yanking it away, such was his need, the knife clattering onto the side from his grasp as his hands squeezed her breasts, thumbs dragging over her hardened nipples through her bra. Cutting her underwear from her; that was a first. A first she found particularly sexy, even though she knew full well she’d be struggling with sewing that thong back together at some point.

In that moment, though, all she cared about was the splitting, deep spear of a perfect, big cock, evoking tingles to charge beneath her skin, her veins glimmering, her body pounded against the counter as he fucked her with voracious need, keening against him, arms wrapped around him as she cried out.

Thick, veiny heaven dragged at her slick, his hand slipping down to join it, rubbing her clit as she moaned helplessly, succumbing to him entirely. He gave himself to her completely, each thrust diligent, deep and overpowering, the pace quickening as he panted and groaned at her neck, teeth nipping her shoulder.

It was a fervent blaze of lust, the flames roaring, their bodies beading with perspiration as they grinded together, lost in one another. Each roll of his hips had his entire length vanishing within her, the slick of her core hugging him, the tight circles drawn over her clit causing it to pulse against his fingertips as she sobbed, her voice breaking apart on his name, the pleasure swelling and surging as he came just seconds before she did, blazing light searing through them.

“Aye,” she panted. “That’ll do it, you fucking beast.”

He chuckled, kissing her. “Guilty as charged.” They enjoyed a few more soft kisses before dressing again, Chibs going to relax in the tub while she went about making dinner, something that she was getting a lot better at thanks to the tutelage of a certain friend. Southern women were, of course, known for their exceptional hospitality skills, their cooking included in that. Thanks to Venus and her unwavering patience, supervision and guidance, she’d become quite the proficient cook.

That night, she made Venus’ baked macaroni and cheese, which was absolutely nothing like any other dish of the same name Abi had ever eaten, made with four kinds of cheese, bacon lardons, double cream and fresh sage among a few other secret ingredients. She couldn’t get it quite as good as Venus’ version, but it tasted good nonetheless. And she didn’t set fire to anything in the process either.

After they’d eaten, Chibs stayed indoors to continue watching a documentary on the Viking age he’d been enjoying, Abi lying out on the outdoor seating she’d recently bought, her mammoth task of making the backyard more inhabitable now almost complete. In the time she’d been there, she’d turned what had been a mostly neglected, unkempt man cave and wilderness backyard into a beautiful home, the decorating done, extra furnishings bought, backyard now clear, pool cleaned and filled, and Chibs only muttering in annoyance ever so slightly over her making everything different to how he was used to.

She was looking around deciding on what plants she would put where in the freshly dug, but baren borders when an incoming Ozzy caught her eye, the dog trotting over to her with a long-stemmed lily in his mouth, dropping it in her lap. Upon it was a white ribbon, a small card tied to it.

“We have an important question to ask.” she read aloud, puzzled. “You do?” Ozzy yapped, chasing his tail for a few circles before running off in pursuit of a bee. A few moments passed before suddenly, Jimi arrived, placing another lily onto her legs, sitting down beside her, looking pleased with himself. When she read the card attached to that one, her heart almost stopped.

‘Will you marry our dad?’

“Oh my god,” she gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. Getting up, she turned to go and find the man responsible for toying with her emotions in the sweetest way possible, only to find him right there behind the outdoor couch, down on one knee, opening the ring box in his hand.

“So, will you?” he asked, grinning. Oh, he’d got her. He’d got her good. He knew she’d be on high alert if he planned to take her anywhere to propose, and he wasn’t an overly grand man where such gestures were concerned, but had the idea come to him one night on a long ride home, deciding it was perfect. She’d never see it coming.

“How dare you be so bloody romantic, you absolute shit of a man!” she exclaimed through her tears, waving her hands around, covering her face as she sniffed. She emerged, grinning as he laughed, biting her lower lip as she nodded. “Of course, I will.”

He beamed, standing up, taking the ring from the box and sliding it onto her finger, relieved that it fit. She’d never seen a ring so beautiful, a marquise cut diamond mounted onto two bands covered in smaller stones. It was her exact taste. “It’s so gorgeous! I love it, and I love you!” she cried as he picked her up, Abi wrapping her legs around his waist as they kissed, Chibs cuddling her tight, absolutely elated.

“Thank fuck for that!” he laughed with relief, kissing her again and again. He’d had a little help, though, showing it to Venus and Gemma after purchasing it. The collective gasp and vigorous head nodding of the women had spelled to him he’d done well with his choice.

“I didn’t think you had such cuteness in you, using the dogs to ask!” she then spoke, Chibs putting her down again before they went to sit on the couch, the dogs ambling over.

“You don’t even want to know how many lilies I went through in trying to teach them that, especially with fat head here, taking them off and ragging them to pieces!” he exclaimed, giving Ozzy a scratch on the head, Abi giggling as she imagined it.

“Well, a thousand points to you for picking such an imaginative and sweet way to propose, my love.” she cooed, kissing him again. For the rest of the evening, he grinned whenever he saw her staring at her hand, calling her mother and Sinead to tell them the news, the screams reaching him from across the lounge, Abi almost deafened while holding her phone away from her ear. However, that was nothing compared to the cheer of approval when they announced it at the clubhouse the following evening.

“Let me see! Oh, my god! That’s so beautiful! The way it catches the light!” Lyla gasped, one arm hugged around Abi’s waist, the other holding her ring hand as she examined it, Venus softly applauding as well.

“When he showed it to Gemma and I, I knew instantly that you would love it. It’s just like you, unique and stunning, chere,” she spoke warmly, pulling Abi into a hug. “Congratulations!”

“Thank you!” she kissed both of their cheeks, being handed a beer by Piney, the old man smiling kindly. He was pleased for them, they suited each other perfectly. He’d often thought Michael had reacted much too harshly at hearing the news of their relationship all those years ago. Who else would have been better for his daughter than someone from their world? It had been a long time coming, the news everyone had learned that night. It also sparked some conversation that led to certain swift decisions being made later in the evening.

“So, have you had any ideas, yet, where, what kind of wedding, etc?” Lyla asked, she, Abi and Venus sat together on the couch.

“Small and simple,” Abi replied immediately. “I’m not a fancy person, I don’t want a lot of fuss and fanfare. Just somewhere nice, you know? We’ll probably end up eloping, knowing us, just fuck off somewhere on a whim.”

“A friend of mine went about her nuptials in much the same way. They packed their necessities and drove up to Lake Tahoe, had a simple and lovely wedding surrounded by the splendour of nature and tranquillity of such a beautiful stretch of water,” Venus mentioned, Abi not immediately familiar with it, Lyla quickly on the case with a swift Google search. She turned the screen, Abi taking the phone from her. “There, yes! Oh, that’s bloody perfect, so it is. Fil!”

“Aye?” he called from the bar, Abi beckoning him with her hand, turning the phone around. “Lake Tahoe.”

“What about it?”

“Shall we get married there?”

He was contemplative for all of four seconds. “Alright, CB. Good choice.”

“And here was me scared you’d suggest Vegas,” she quipped, Chibs raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t fancy getting married in a sea of free drinks and tits then, no?”

“I have no problem with the tits, but having to hold you up because you’re too drunk to stand isn’t in my plan. But to be fair, as long as Venus is there, we have the nice tits covered,” she replied, reaching to give one of Venus’ huge breasts a little squeeze, the lady widening her eyes and looking between Abi and her hand.

“Excuse me?”

Abi snorted with laughter. “What? You’ve a crackin’ rack, babe.” She grinned, reciprocating, the gesture acting like a homing beacon for Tig.

“Do I see titty squeezing?” he asked with keen interest.

“Aye,” Abi confirmed, reaching again to give Venus a good boob jiggle, Venus squishing hers in return, Lyla cracking up at their side. “Oh, sorry. Left you out.” Abi then spoke, giving her a little squeeze too.

“Keep going, ladies. Damn,” Tig spoke, making a show a sliding his hand down into his jeans, the women erupting, Lyla then suddenly grabbing Abi’s arm and shaking it in excitement.

“Oh my god, look!” she began, waving her hands around. “I’ve been browsing hotels, and there’s one advertising a wedding cancellation in four days from now! It’s about a third of the original price because it’s so short notice!”

“Four days? That’s a little soon,” Abi exclaimed picking her beer up off the table and taking a swig, watching her fiancé looking interested.

“I’d be fine with that,” he spoke.

“Really? We couldn’t have everyone here, though, because of the obvious,” she stated, Opie coming over.

“I think you’d be forgiven for that, Abi. I mean, you guys have waited almost sixteen years, after all. And we could be there?”

“It’d be small and simple, just what you wanted?” Chibs added, watching her begin to smile. Why wait? Opie was right; it had been long enough.

“Fuck it, let’s do it.”

It was too late to call at that time, but the following morning, Abi rang the hotel, explaining it would be just for them and seven guests, Tara not able to attend because she was so close to her due date giving birth, and Gemma unable to make it either for the same reason as her birthing partner. All they needed was the service itself, four rooms and nothing else. Unfussy, uncomplicated, just a wedding and place to get very drunk in celebration afterwards.

They arranged for the ceremony to be held on the edge of the lake at sunset, Abi giving them her card details to secure the deposit, and with that, it was done. All they needed was a marriage license. Again, that was very simply sought.

“Okay, I have assembled a checklist,” Venus spoke, sitting down at the kitchen table with Abi later the following morning, producing it from her bag. “Are you bothering with a cake?”

“Opie said he’ll make space cake,”

Venus chuckled, taking a pen and adding a tick. “Hair and makeup? I can do that for you, actually. So, that’s that done. Alright, dress?”

“I’m wearing that black one I bought when I was shopping with you last week. I’m not a getting married in white type. Oh, you and Lyla need a black dress each, too. If you want to be my bridesmaids, that is?”

Venus was touched, placing a hand to her chest with a little gasp. “I would be nothing but one hundred percent honoured, my darlin’.” Reaching for her hand, she gave it a little squeeze, consulting her list again. “Alright, flowers?”

“Erm... find somewhere selling them on the way? Again, I don’t need anything fancy. White lilies are my favourite and they’re in season, so available everywhere.”

“And here was me assuming you’d just tie a bow around one of your favourite guns,” Venus mused, winking.

Abi couldn’t let that moment pass, her mouth tilting “That’s not a bad idea.”

“Abigail.” she shook her head, chuckling softly. “Okay, I think that’s everything prepared. I take it Filip shan’t be donning a suit?”

Abi cracked up completely. “You’ve got more chance of finding icicles in hell!” she cried, the very image of such provoking much mirth. “Black jeans, black shirt and his kutte. And he’ll look sexy as fuck.”

“Ahh, everyone in black. They do say funeral chic is making a triumphant return,” Venus joked, Abi cocking her head.

“I suppose it is, it’ll be me holding a funeral for all the pain of being parted from him, laying it to rest at last.” Venus’ face softened, stirred by her words.

“Oh, chere. If there is a more perfect metaphor to describe it, I cannot think of one.” On the first evening Abi had spent at her apartment, they’d sat getting to know one another over drinks, Abi revealing her story with Chibs. Venus had softly wept for them, hearing the heartbreaking story. She was a woman of great sensitivity and empathy, something Abi was drawn to greatly as it brought out that side of her, flushed it from behind the hardened fortitude, cooled down the fiery Maguire blood. Venus was gentle and soft, as Abi enjoyed being when she didn’t have to be quite so hardened.

“Okay, right. On with our list, my sweet. Wedding rings! Have preparations been sought for the purchase of such?”

Abi nodded, picking up her cigarettes and lighting up. “He isn’t in at TM tomorrow morning, so we’re heading up to the jeweller first thing. Venus placed another tick upon the paper.

“Well, sweet child, I think that covers just about everything which needs to be covered.” She paused, sipping her tea, her eyes suddenly widening. “Oh, Jesus in a feather boa! Are you doing something old, new, borrowed and blue?”

Abi crinkled her nose, thoughtful. “Hmmm. I suppose Fil would say he’s the old thing.”

Venus threw her head back, clapping her hands together. “Oh, he is silly!”

“He’s entirely selective with it, too! He’s allowed to refer to himself as old, but if anyone else does it, they receive the Glaswegian death glare.”

Venus continued to chuckle. “Forty-seven is a man well in his prime. As long as he has the fortitude to fuck you into the bed at night, then all is well and linear age is irrelevant.”

Abi’s mouth tilted salaciously. “Oh aye, he does. Back in his early thirties when I met him, we wouldn’t go to sleep at all until about six in the morning if neither of us had nowhere to be the following morning, so he’d fuck me all night off and on. But now, he doesn’t even need to. He’s just... oh blimey, Vee.”

Venus leaned forward, willing to receive the tea, as all good girlfriends were. “Do indulge me, chere.”

“What that man cannot do with his mouth is not worth knowing! Three nights ago, he wanted to see if he could break his own record for how many times he could make me cum with his tongue.”

“The previous record stood at?”

“Nine,” Abi confirmed. Venus was impressed.

“And the new?”

“Thirteen. Thirteen fucking times, then fucked me up the arse until I screamed the house down!”

“Oh, honey!” Venus exclaimed, holding her hands up in exclamation. “And that’s what it’s all about! Because he’s at the age where sexual experience and prowess gained through such means he doesn’t even have to give you the D for hours on end. Alexander is much the same. I am left in a dopamine daze of dick drunk heaven just from one thorough seeing to.”

Abi nodded, sipping her coffee. “Amen to that, sister.” She smirked, remembering the previous night, being edged for an hour between attentions from his fingers, mouth and cock before he’d finally let her cum. Five minutes later and she’d fallen into dreamy sleep against his chest, beyond satisfied.

“And the new, borrowed and blue?” Venus asked, after their conversation had taken a slight detour.

“New is the dress, blue are my eyes, and borrowed, hmmm...”

“My rose necklace that you love so much. There, you’re fully prepared, love.”

Abi beamed, squeezing her hand. “Thank you. You’re a lovely friend, Venus.”

She blushed a little waving her hand. “I should be thanking you, sweet darlin’. Because of my choices, my desire to live as my true, authentic self, most see me as some kind of oddity, meaning because of which honest friends have been short in supply. You and Lyla have accepted me without question and for that, it is I who should extend thanks.”

Abi couldn’t abide small minded persecution the likes of which Venus had likely received in shades, being a trans woman. “I judge people for what they have inside. You, Venus, are a dear lady through and through.”

“That’s kind, thank you, for seeing me when so few ever have.” Once Venus had left, Abi was free to carry out her more menial, less enjoyable tasks, cleaning the house from top to bottom before taking the dogs for a long, two-hour walk, two exhausted pups flopping down in the lounge upon their return, Abi deciding she couldn’t be bothered to cook, planning on ordering takeout when Chibs arrived home in a few hours. The dogs made their way up on the sofa with her, cuddling to her while she read, their warmth eventually lulling her into sleepiness.

When Chibs returned, it was to the beautiful sight of a napping fiancée and two waggy tailed pitbulls, stroking their head and kissing her atop hers, not wanting to wake her. He smiled down at her, still thinking to himself as he always did, how lucky he was that she’d returned to him. Abi being in his life was something he would never take for granted, whenever he remembered how many years he’d lost, of her being right there with him.

Even just looking across the lounge and watching her sleep filled him with a contentment he’d missed, going to shower and change into a pair of pyjama bottoms and a vest, making a coffee and sitting down to read until she awoke. She’d turned him on to the works of Franz Kafka, and he was vicariously working his way through the prolific authors novels.

“Hello, big lad. Come on.” he spoke warmly to Ozzy when he got down from the sofa, ambling over to Chibs and looking expectant. He still marvelled, just how quickly the dogs had bonded with them both in just a few short weeks, how their trust in people hadn’t been shattered through the hellish life they’d lived prior to finding their loving home. With a large dog lying contently across his lap, his fingers idly stroking the velvety patch of fur atop his head, he continued to lose himself to the novel, hearing Abi finally stir after around a further thirty silent minutes. “Hello, sleepy.”

“Hi baby,” she murmured, taking a deep breath through her nose, still a little spaced out. “Jesus Christ! I’ve been asleep for three hours!”

He hummed a chuckle. “You needed it, I think. I mean, you were up toiling at 6am.” Her garden project was continuing, Abi wanting to get as much done as possible prior to her return to Libya the following week, which would see her gone for five days. Today’s endeavours involved pressure washing the patio stones, which had been very neglected, Chibs having no idea that they were light and dark grey beneath the years of accumulated moss and dirt. He might’ve moaned – and only partly in jest - about her taking over where the house was concerned, but she’d truly made it a home. And his orange lounge had remained.

She’d thrown his old couch and armchair out, much to his initial displeasure, reasoning that they were bowing and no longer of use nor ornament, replacing them with a deep brown leather set, replacing the nailed up throw over the front window for off white curtains, her rug from her house in Ireland upon the sanded and matte varnished floorboards, bohemian furniture purchased in the form of a dark walnut coffee table, end tables and a bookshelf, with the room finished with a simple wrought iron light fixing, a lot of her African ornaments an abundance of candles.

The bedroom she’d furnished in black and white, black walls, white ceiling, white painted floorboards (which reminded them both of her old flat) and a new bed, a black iron frame with ever present white linens. Black showed up way too many cum stains for a couple as sexually active as they were. In the hallway, she’d painted dark blue, adding artwork and house plants, storage for boots and shoes, the greenery providing a nice contrast against the dark, doing more with the house than he’d ever imagined he would. He’d moaned at her all the way through the process, but had to admit, he loved the end result.

It was now their home. Him and his almost wife. His wife. It still made him feel lit up inside, that finally, he’d get to make the ultimate commitment to the love of his life. He couldn’t wait to be married to her. The three days between seemed to pass in a blur, aboard his motorcycle riding up to Lake Tahoe before he knew it, Tig and Opie beside him, Piney having to reluctantly cancel at short notice due to his health.

Abi drove the girls up in the new car she’d spoiled herself with purchasing upon her arrival, a black Escalade, burning a hole in some of the IRA cash that had come across the pond with her, locked away securely in a very large, hidden safe in their home. Since she’d never really been home for long enough to enjoy it, she had quite the nest egg, all of which being used now to enjoy her new and improved life a little better.

The biggest improvement upon her life, though, wasn’t the newly improved home, or the nice car, but the man whom she sat next to in the bar of the hotel upon their arrival, the man she would be married to in less than four hours. They sat on one of the large, plush couches, Abi snuggled into him, her hand idly stroking his inner thigh, Chibs with his arm wound around her shoulders. He could feel it before he even turned his head to her, the way she was looking at him.

“What?”

Abi bit back a smile. “I’ve no idea what you mean.”

He snorted with incredulity. “Then why am I getting the horny demon eyes?”

She leaned in to kiss the side of his neck. “Because I’m a horny demon? One who wants to know if we have time to go upstairs and test the mattress springs?”

“You’re fucking insatiable!” he chuckled, shaking his head at her. “Nope. The next time I fuck you, you’ll be Mrs Telford.” She made a face that he sensed was a precursor to complaining. “No pouting, no arguing.”

“Ooooh, I love it when you’re stern.” She continued the neck kissing, but he remained resolute. Just.

“Mmm, down, lass.” He grumbled, turning to kiss her.

“Give me half a chance and that’s exactly where I’ll be going.”

“Miss Maguire! There will be no sexual shenanigans prior to your nuptials. I need at least an hour to get you made up and your hair perfect, and you stated you wanted a bath prior to me working my magic as well,” Venus stated from the opposite couch, pointing at her beer. “Drink up and get your bride skates on.”

She pouted, winding herself around Chibs a little more.

“Abigail.” The speaking of her name was coupled with Venus making a walking upstairs motion with her fingers, pointing to the door of the bar with raised eyebrows.

“In a minute,” she protested.

“Abigail Louisa-Marie, I am not in jest!”

“Oh, you better get moving, Abi. She means business when she uses the middle name. She’ll whoop you like an irate stepmom,” Tig warned, grinning, Opie nearly blowing out a mouthful of beer at his analogy from the adjacent couch.

“Stop being a wee shite and do as you’re told for once,” Chibs added, turning to kiss her forehead. “And believe me, I’ll fuck the living hell out of you later.”

“Alright, I’m going! I’ll meet you girls in our room in an hour.” One more kiss bestowed upon her almost husband and she was out of there, smiling with every step she took. Finally, it was here. What she’d dreamed of for so long. After her bath, her skincare regime undertaken, her newly exfoliated skin gleaming from a liberal smothering of body oil, she sat in her robe, Venus working a foundation brush over her face, Lyla admiring her own reflection.

“I can’t even see any pores on my face. How did you get this good at makeup, Vee?”

Venus chuckled softly, dabbing the brush back into the blended foundation she’d smeared on the back of her hand. “I wasn’t always, sweet girl. Back when I began living my true authentic self, my makeup skills yielded less than desirable results, so I took a course in beauty therapy, which of course included hair and makeup. It gave me the adroitness needed for me to bloom into the woman you see today, and it comes in handy. If I ever lack gentleman whom call upon me for my services in titillation, I take makeup jobs.” she revealed, tilting Abi’s chin up gently, switching to a makeup sponge for finer blending.

Once her face was finished, Venus moved onto curling loose waves through her hair, finishing with spray, Abi changing into her dress and looking at her reflection. Her eyes had been done similar to how she used to back when she was seventeen, smoky black but much less intense, more effortlessly sexy. Picking up her flowers, she was ready. She’d decided not to bother with being given away, the girls meeting their respective men down in the reception, Chibs with his back to her as she descended the stairs, Tig noticing her and giving him a nudge.

He turned to view her, smiling widely. God, she looked incredible, Chibs turning back to Tig again as he shook his head. “And she’s marrying me?”

Tig chuckled. “I know, bro. You’re punching well above your weight.” He earned a fist to the chest for that, grumbling something about him being a twat, turning his attention back to Abi when she arrived with him.

“Bloody hell,” he began, leaning down to her, resting his forehead to hers as he stroked her arms, kissing her softly. “You look fucking amazing.”

“Thank you, and you know full well my feelings about seeing you all in black,” she replied, winking.

“Sex on really long legs?”

“Oh, aye.” she confirmed, taking his hand. They were met outside by the very warm minister, the photographer organised by the hotel as well, walking down to the edge of the lake. Abi and Lyla had decided to go for wider heeled shoes to prevent sinking in the soft ground, but Venus, in her pin heels, ended up having to be carried by her boyfriend when she began to sink.

“For god’s sake, Vee.” he exclaimed, lifting with ease into his arms, the photographer capturing the moment, both of them in hysterics. Once at the edge of the lake, Abi handed her flowers to Lyla, the minister beginning. The sun was a glowing ball of orange that sank into the sky, bathing the water in sparkling gold, Chibs thinking to himself that he’d never forget how she looked that day.

He remembered it all as the minister spoke, their first time together, lying beside her as they’d confessed it wasn’t purely sex between them just two short weeks after that, their painful tearing apart, the moment he’d seen her again after so many years without her. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that this would be where he’d be a year previously. The last eleven months had changed everything.

As for Abi, she felt almost as if she was dreaming, holding his hands as she looked up at him, bursting with love. There he was, her first love, the man she’d never stopping loving even for a second. The heartbreak she’d gone through was worth the end result, back together, this time not to be parted. Their vows weren’t traditional, Abi promising not to burn the house down with her kitchen endeavours, Chibs pledging to at least try not be such a ‘grumpy old bastard’ as he coined it, among other such amusing vows, the minister raising his eyebrows significantly when he vouched, as the age-old biker vow went, to treat her as good as his leather and ride her as often as he did his Harley, everyone in mild hysterics at the slightly stunned look on his face.

“Well, Filip, Abigail, after perhaps the most unique marriage vows I have ever heard, it gives me the greatest pleasure to pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” And oh, how he kissed his new wife, their friends cheering and clapping, Opie letting out a piercing wolf whistle.

“Finally,” he whispered, stroking her face, kissing her again. “We made it. This is where we were always destined to end up, it just took a wee detour.”

“Aye, it did,” she told him, her fingers tracing little swirls over his neck. “No more detours, though. Just you and me now. Exactly how it always should have been.”

He kissed her head, holding her close. His heart truly had beat for no other in all their time apart, such was the magnitude of his love for Abi. The photographer captured that very moment, the picture displayed proudly on the wall in the hallway of their home, Abi smiling at the image upon her arrival home from her meet with the girls at the bridal store, smiling as she remembered the day. She could hardly believe it had been six months as of five days ago. After feeding the dogs, she checked her phone, Chibs telling her that he should be back at around 9pm, Abi decided since she wasn’t particularly hungry at that point to wait and eat with him.

He arrived back at 9:17pm, sniffing the air from the hallway. Not again. “Abi? Did you leave something on the hob?”

“Shit!” Her call from the backyard was followed by the sound of her getting up, Chibs making it to the kitchen before her, turning the hob off beneath the saucepan full of very burned pasta.

The look he gave her upon entry made her snort, her husband shaking his head, slightly exasperated. “Right, I’m buying us takeout. And smoke alarms in the morning.”

Some things never changed.

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A Palisman by Any Other Name

Rating: Gen, General Audience

Part 16 of Camila is Hunter’s Mom Now

In which Hunter introduces his palisman to his friends, and he gets to try pancakes

Ao3

“What are you going to name him when you can finally adopt him?” Jade reached out and tousled the scarred dog’s ears. It let her. After enough bath assists, the dog finally let Jade near it without snarling or biting.

Hunter shrugged, clipping the dog’s leash onto its collar after a brief struggle to wrap his casted fingers around the collar. It shook water all over him to inform him of its displeasure at getting a bath. “I don’t know.”

“Well, how’d you name Red?” Vee asked. She was perched on top of an empty cage—small animals made her nervous, but she’d come along to see Hunter’s dog. She made a face. “Wait, never mind, I figured it out.”

“Well—hey, that’s not even its real name.”

Vee smacked her forehead. “And you’ve just been letting me call it that this whole time? Wait, I remember you saying it was a nickname. Why didn’t you tell us its real name?”

“Because I didn’t trust you.”

“Ow.”

Jade held open the door. “When do I get to meet Red? Or whatever its real name is.”

When you get real okay real fast about a lot of things, Hunter thought, wrinkling his nose, The magic bird is a little hard to explain, even just saying it’s a pet. “It’s Flapjack,” he answered instead, “It’s a word that means pancake.” Whatever that is.

Jade’s eyes wrinkled as she grinned. “I know what a flapjack is. That’s so cute!”

Hunter stopped, and the dog stopped with him. “You do?”

“I do what?”

“Know what a pancake is!”

Jade stopped to face him, grabbing him by the shoulders. “Hunter, look at me. This is very important. You’ve never had a pancake before?!”

“No?”

Jade turned to look at Vee. “Have you?”

She nodded. “We had them at camp all the time. They weren’t that great.”

“Camp pancakes come from a box,” Jade remarked vindictively, “Those aren’t real pancakes. You two need real pancakes. Now. Also, why did you name your pet flapjack if you didn’t know what a flapjack was?”

“The name sort of came with it.”

“Aaaaaalrighty.” Jade pulled out her phone, dialing as they continued their walk, the scarred dog tugging at his leash.

What do I name you?

“Thomas! Thomas, Hunter and Vee! Have never had a real pancake!” A pause. “So?! What do you mean, so, it’s tragic! I’m picking you up and we’re going to make pancakes together! And have pancakes for dinner! Yes, I know it’s not Mardi Gras, Thomas, but why regulate eating breakfast foods all day to one day a year? Are you doing anything, anyway?” Jade covered the mouth of the phone with her hand, turning to Vee. “He wants to know if you’re okay with him being there.”

Vee gave her a thumbs up. “As long as he doesn’t invite his brother!”

“Ouch. But fair.” Jade moved her hand away. “Yeah, she’s okay with it. Okay, see you soon!” she hung up. “I’m very good at making pancakes. Do you guys want blueberries in them, or no?”

Hunter and Vee exchanged glances. “Sure?” Hunter ventured.

“Cool! We can do some without, though. In case you don’t like it.”

They finished the walk around the block, and Hunter released his dog back to its kennel, giving its ears one last tousle. “What do you think, Vee?”

Vee gave the dog a smile. It panted happily—Hunter wondered if it could smell or sense somehow that she wasn’t human, and that was why it was comfortable with her. “Seems like a good dog. I won’t mind having him around.”

Jade sighed. “You two have got to share your dog whispering secrets with me.” She gave Hunter a sly look. “And… maybe your bird whispering secrets?”

She wasn’t going to give that up, was she. “Fine, we’ll go meet R-Flapjack.” Saying the name out loud again after so long hiding it felt weird in his mouth. It felt… good, though, too. He didn’t have to hide it. Not from them.

They piled into Jade’s car, and she drove them to Hunter’s house first. He hopped out. “Mom? Jade wants to have Vee and I over to make pancakes, is that okay?”

Camila nodded. “Sure, just be back before it gets dark, okay?”

“Okay. Flapjack?” he called.

“Yes, that’s another word for pancake,” Camila said, bemused, then raised one eyebrow as Hunter’s palisman fluttered down to his shoulder. “Ah. Red’s real name?”

Hunter shuffled his feet. “I should have told you sooner. I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about. Go. Shoo. Have fun with your friends.”

Hunter raced back out the door. He could almost swear that Jade’s pupils expanded to about three times their usual size when she saw the palisman on his shoulder.

“Ohmygod that is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” she breathed, “Look at you, you’re so handsome!”

Flapjack chirped that finally someone got it, snuggling against Hunter’s face.

“He won’t flap around in the car, will he?”

“No, no, it’s ridden in the car before.”

“Awesome.”

She drove them to Thomas’ house first, and he climbed in the backseat, one eyebrow quirking up at the sight of Flapjack. “Nice bird. You’re not worried it’ll fly away?”

“Nope.”

“Alrighty, I’ll add ‘bird whisperer’ to the list of ‘things you apparently can do.’”

Vee twisted around to look in the backseat at him as Jade backed the car out and started towards her house. “There’s a list?”

“Have you met your brother?”

Vee’s nose crinkled. “Fair enough. Do I have a list.”

Thomas rolled his eyes. “What, do I look like my brother?”

“Wait, so I have a list, but she doesn’t? How come?” Hunter demanded.

“You eat lemons and parkour up the sides of buildings. She doesn’t. I think.”

Jade glanced at him in the rearview mirror. “You can parkour?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool!”

They pulled into Jade’s driveway, and Jade unlocked the door to her house. “DAD, IT’S ME,” she yelled, “I BROUGHT FRIENDS!”

He appeared in the doorway of his office, turning on his hearing aide. “Hey, guys.”

“Hi,” they chorused.

“Dad, we’re going to make pancakes, is that okay?”

“In the middle of the day?”

“Yep.”

Her father chuckled. “Alright, just clean up your mess.”

“Thanks!”

Jade tugged them to the kitchen, clattering around pulling out ingredients and bowls and a griddle. Hunter watched her mix and pour effortlessly, humming. “Don’t touch!” she yelped as Thomas reached for a mixing bowl, swatting his hands away.

Thomas yanked his hand back. “What?!”

“Jade’s a selfish cooker,” her dad called with a laugh, “You can’t touch or interfere with anything when she’s at it.”

“Exactly,” Jade said fervently, “My kitchen.”

Thomas shook his head, then his eyes caught on Flapjack again. “Does it have a name?”

“Flapjack.”

Thomas glanced at the bird, then at the griddle, then back at the bird, then to Jade. “Jade,” he asked exasperatedly, “Did you decide to spontaneously make pancakes in the middle of the day because you found out Hunter’s bird’s name?”

“Yep!”

Thomas shook his head, then looked back at Flapjack. “Wow, you really like cardinals.”

Hunter blinked. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, just that wooden one you keep around—sorry, I just saw it poking out of your hoodie pocket a couple of times in class, didn’t mean to poke.”

Hunter reached up to pat his palisman. He saw Flapjack?

The bird chirped that it was fine, so what if Thomas just thought he really liked cardinals? He could add it to the list.

“Guess I do.”

Jade grinned. “Awwwww, is that why your favorite color’s red?”

“Yeah.”

Flapjack fluttered down to the counter, pecking at one of the finished pancakes. Jade shooed it away. “Hey! Get away from there!”

The palisman dodged her hand, flapping up to perch on Thomas’ shoulder, trilling angrily and fluttering its wings.

Thomas froze. “Uh—”

Vee laughed. “Relax, Red—uh, Flapjack—isn’t going to hurt you.” She scooped the bird off of his shoulder, setting it on her own. “I think he wants a pancake, though.”

Jade poured a tiny amount of batter on the griddle, making a little circle. “Alright, alright. A special one, just for him. I think I know how he got his name now.”

The griddle hissed and spit, making a loud popping sound.

“GET DOWN,”

Hunter heard the roar, and then he and Jade were being tackled. He threw his good arm out over Jade’s back to protect her as they fell, grunting as they hit the ground. He almost threw an elbow backwards, but stopped as he recognized the shirt on the arm snaked around him, and the heavy man pinning them down.

Jade reached out, patting her father’s arm. “It’s okay, Dad,” she said in a low voice, “It’s okay. We’re okay.” She nudged Hunter with her shoulder. “It’s okay, Hunter. We’re not under attack.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I got that,” he mumbled, sitting back on his knees as her father slowly pushed himself up. The bigger man stood up, pulling Jade to her feet, then Hunter. Thomas and Vee were half crouched on the other side of the counter, peering over at them.

Jade’s father rubbed the back of his head. “I’m… sorry about that.”

Jade snaked one arm around her father’s waist, and the other around Hunter’s shoulders, giving both of them a squeeze. “Ahhhh nah, good to know that if I’m ever in danger, there are TWO big strong guys who’ll jump to protect me. I’m practically the safest person on the planet!” She let the two of them go, running back to the griddle. “Augh! Flapjack’s flapjack!” She shoveled the burnt one into the trash. “It’s okay, buddy,” she said as Flapjack warbled sadly, “I’ll get you a new one.” She shoved the spatula at Thomas as her dad left the room. “You may flip the pancakes for a moment.

He wrinkled his nose at her as he took the handle. “How gracious of you.”

“You can thank me by not burning them,” she joked, leaving the room the same way her father had gone.

Vee nudged Hunter while Thomas laser focused on the tiny pancake, gingerly poking at the edges to make sure it wasn’t burning. “You okay?” she said in a low voice.

“Yeah. Fine.” Hunter rubbed his arm. “It’s just… weird, you know?”

“What is?”

“I don’t know.” He forced a grin on his face. “Seeing someone with a condition that makes them act out not hurt their kid? Protect them instead? Apologize after?” He laughed. “Just weird.”

Vee wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she murmured.

Hunter put his arm around her shoulder, leaning into the touch.

“Done!” Thomas announced, holding up the tiny pancake triumphantly, “Ow, that’s hot!”

Flapjack fluttered down to his hand, pecking at the pancake held between his fingers. Thomas held stock still, watching the bird.

“He landed on me!”

Flapjack tugged the tiny pancake out of Thomas’ fingers, and fluttered up to his head, snapping it up. Thomas went cross-eyed looking up at the bird, reaching up towards him.

“Can I…”

Flapjack nuzzled his fingers, chirping cheerfully around his mouthful of pancake. Thomas’s face split into a goofy grin, and he scratched the bird’s head.

“Awwwwwwwwwww,” Jade cooed from behind Hunter. She took the spatula back, flipping pancakes gracefully. “Someone get a picture of him, quick.”

Vee waved her phone. “Got it.”

“That stays between us,” Thomas warned, “I am not losing any dignity I still had.”

He didn’t make a move to remove Flapjack, though.

Jade removed the last of the pancakes and set the plate on the table, grabbing more plates, forks, knives, and glasses. She rattled around the kitchen getting syrup and butter, beaming at Hunter, Thomas, and Vee. “Come on, guys, don’t just stare at them.”

The three exchanged a glance, then shrugged and started grabbing pancakes. Hunter tore off a piece of a blueberry one, holding it up. Flapjack fluttered from Thomas’ head to Hunter’s shoulder, gobbling up the pancake.

I like them.

“The pancakes, or my friends?” Hunter whispered as Thomas and Vee reached for the syrup at the same time, glanced at each other, then started insisting that the other take it first.

Yes.

Hunter chuckled, sawing up the rest of the pancake and waiting his turn for the syrup.

The blueberries were just the right amount of tart, and the batter had cooked fluffy, still steaming hot. Hunter scarfed down the rest of the pancake and took another one, glancing at Jade. She pushed the plate towards him. “What, you think I’m going to be able to eat all of these on my own?”

“Knowing you? You’d find a way. You always do.”

She barked a laugh. “Ha! Sure thing, mister.” Jade plunked her elbows down on the table, resting her chin in her hands. “So! What do you think?”

“Send me the recipe? I want to try.”

“Don’t feed them all to your bird,” she laughed.

“I’ll share one or two with Vee. Promise.”

Vee grinned at both him and the pancakes in a very sharptoothed way. “I think you will share more.” She nodded to Jade. “Better than a box,” she pronounced, tossing a piece up for Flapjack.

“Judge’s opinions in! One request for recipe! One declaration of superiority! Thomas, what say you? Worth having breakfast in the afternoon for?”

“Yeah, okay, worth having breakfast in the afternoon for. You win.”

“Yessssssssssss!” Jade sighed in content, settling down in her seat. “We should do this more.”

“Make pancakes?” Hunter puzzled.

“No. I mean, yes, absolutely. But just… the four of us. Hanging out. It’s nice having all my friends in one place.”

Hunter winced.

Oh, yeah.

I forgot her old friends moved.

“Yeah,” he echoed, “Maybe we should.”

#toh #the owl house #hunter noceda #vee noceda #jade lanson #thomas hopkins #toh fanfiction #my writing #toh flapjack

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I posted 614 times in 2022

That's 614 more posts than 2021!

209 posts created (34%)

405 posts reblogged (66%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 594 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

#behavior modification - 144 posts

#jack kenyon oc - 117 posts

#joe prescott oc - 94 posts

#ivan peters oc - 63 posts

#i love asks - 54 posts

#whump writing - 53 posts

#whump - 40 posts

#poor sweet baby ben - 37 posts

#the kennel - 33 posts

#tw noncon - 33 posts

Longest Tag: 122 characters

#jake also needs to realize that he's human and that he couldn't have stopped any of what happened to benny that first time

My Top Posts in 2022:

Joe giving Jack a bath, and Jack thinks Joe is going to hurt/violate him (early rescue).

content warnings for: bbu/bbu-adjacent content (including the actual unboxing), creepy/intimate whumper, vague references to past noncon and trauma, dubcon nudity, conditioned whumpee, brief emeto mention

Jack sits in the tub, his knees drawn up to his chest. He doesn’t like this bathroom. The lights are too bright, and it’s too small. From his place in the bath, Jack can see veins of yellow-orange cigarette residue poking through the cheap paint on the walls. The tub is shoved in the rear of the little room, bordered by a shower curtain that Jack doesn’t recognize. The toilet and vanity are crammed in practically on top of one another; there’s barely enough space on the floor in front of them for the pilly bathroom rug.

It shouldn’t feel claustrophobic–Jack’s spent enough time in the leather sack to know it–but it does.

This isn’t home. He’s supposed to be home. But maybe Joe wants to keep him separate. Maybe they aren’t going to live together anymore. He’ll keep Jack locked up here, so that he can use him whenever he wants. Until Jack’s proven himself. That’s why Joe brought him here.

No. Joe didn’t bring him here. Jack was sent. Shipped, like they promised he would be. That’s why he’s in the bath.

He hadn’t meant to make a mess. But he didn’t know how long he’d been in the box. It was too hot, and he’d been so dizzy. He didn’t mean to do it.

That’s probably why Joe’s face looked the way it had when he pried off the box’s wooden lid. He thought Joe would be happy to see him, that Joe would be proud to see how good Jack learned to be–but he wasn’t. Joe hadn’t smiled. He hadn’t said anything. He’d just frozen, his face twisted into an expression that Jack didn’t know how to read.

That’s when Jack realized he was covered in his own sick.

“I’m s-sorry,” he’d said immediately. And then he remembered. “I’m sorry, sir.” His voice had sounded funny and far away, like he was hearing it from the next room.

He had the distant feeling that he should have felt something, like he should have been excited to see Joe after the months apart. But he didn’t feel it. He was too disoriented. Too frightened.

He didn’t think Joe felt it either.

“Jesus Christ,” Joe had murmured. He’d barely even looked at Jack. “Jackie–oh, Jackie, no–”

Joe broke to his knees then, and Jack knew: he’d fucked up. He hadn’t worked hard enough. He hadn’t done enough to change.

It was all for nothing.

Jack is nothing.

Joe took Jack out of the box and carried him straight to the bathroom. Joe left, but Jack waits in the tub because Joe told him to stay there, and Jack will do whatever Joe says. He has to. Maybe it won’t make things right, but it can’t make anything worse. He can show Joe what a good boy he is now.

The water plops into the bathtub, splashing as it collects on itself. It’s warm, and the feeling isn’t unpleasant. Ivan only ever hosed him down in the shower stall, and he never cared much if Jack was comfortable or all that clean. It was more about what he could reach when Jack was tethered to the shower floor. What he could do. What he always did. What Jack was meant for. Is meant for.

Joe must want that too. He does. Jack knows it. Ivan told him so.

Jack hears something crash in a room he can’t identify, and Joe curses. Jack uncoils and lets his hands drop into the shallow water. He hitches his thumbs into his soggy boxer-briefs. They’re heavy with water when he pushes them away, a black wad in the corner of the dingy tub. Jack is heavy too. But still, he presses onto his hands and knees. Position ten. That’s Ivan’s favorite.

Maybe Joe will like it too. He’s never had Jack this way before.

Beneath the water, Jack’s wrists are shrunken and white without their leather cuffs. His joints tremble and his ears are warm, but he knows what he’s supposed to do. The skin on his fingers and toes starts to prune, and the water keeps pouring from the tap.

Joe rounds the corner, and Jack closes his eyes. He can do this. He’s been selfish long enough. Joe deserves to have what he wants, and Jack can give it to him.

“Okay. Okay, baby–Jack. Jackie. I’ve got–” There’s a soft thump as something hits the floor. “What–what are you doing?”

It’s a direct question. Jack can answer. But he doesn’t. The tub’s non-slip bottom bites into his knees. He’s shaking. He can’t look. He can’t.

He thought he could do this. He wanted to be good for Joe.

He isn’t good. He is only afraid.

But he doesn’t show it. He stays still, and he waits.

Joe must turn off the water, because Jack doesn’t hear it anymore.

“Jackie–”

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behavior modification

WRU has hired renowned behaviorist Dr. Ivan Peters to refine their training protocol for Romantic acquisitions. When Jack Kenyon--the brilliant young partner of one of Ivan’s med school rivals--applies to be Dr. Peters’ research assistant, he has no idea what he’s signing on for. Maybe reblog or leave a note if you feel so inclined? This is my first real whump offering, and I’m excited!

part one: jack and ivan at dinner

content warnings for creepy whumper, implied future captivity and noncon, dehumanization, and vague references to childhood trauma and specific psychiatric disorders

The restaurant is crowded, but not too loud. It isn’t the sort of place that ever gets out of hand. White linen table cloths, soft lighting, a gentle undercurrent of piano, polished stemware—everything exudes taste and class. Ivan knows it’s impressive; doing business here always gives him immediate caché with his potential interns. They want to be what he is. They want what he has.

Jack Kenyon is no different. At least, in theory. He is young and eager. He is looking to improve his resumé before applying to doctoral programs. He’s heard of Ivan’s work and wants to be a part of it.

But Jack Kenyon doesn’t know that he’s already been handpicked for a very special project.

Jack says all the right things, of course, and as he talks, Ivan lets his eyes move over the boy’s face, his body. Darling Jack takes pride in his appearance, that much is clear. Straight shoulders, lean jaw. Dark hair, thick, but neatly trimmed. Big blue eyes beneath a fringe of black lashes, the kind people always say are wasted on boys. Lips, sweet and pink; one corner lifts higher than the other when he speaks.

Ivan’s fly is tight just imagining what he’ll be able to do with those lips, the way those eyes will look up at him when sweet little Jack is on his knees where he belongs.

Ivan smiles at the thought and takes a careful sip of wine. “So, you’d want to focus on trauma work?”

“I do.” Jack nods eagerly. “I—it’s very important to me.”

He looks at Ivan for approval. It’s cute, Ivan thinks, how badly Jack already wants to please him. That will be useful. But Ivan will not tip his hand. Not yet.

“And why is it so important?”

It is a pointless question. Ivan already knows the answer. He’s done his research. But Ivan enjoys seeing the sudden alarm in Jack’s eyes anyway; it suits him. It is an animal’s unconditioned response.

“Oh, uh—”

“You don’t have to say, Jack. Not if you don’t want to.”

But darling Jack knows better. If he wants this position, he has to answer. And Jack wants this position.

At least, he thinks he does.

“No. It’s fine. I—well, I was in the system when I was a kid.”

“Foster care?”

“Yes.”

“I suppose you saw a lot of things.”

“I did,” Jack says softly. “I was a really angry kid. Oppositional-defiant disorder, intermittent explosive disorder—”

“Post-traumatic stress disorder?”

Jack nods, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

Ivan’s seen the boy’s records, of course. Seven foster care placements before he was twelve, then a series of halfway houses and group homes until seventeen. And a stint in juvenile detention at thirteen, for attacking his foster father. The man had gone after Jack, and not for a beating. And Jack, sweet little Jack—he’d fought back.

Ivan hopes Jack still has some fight left in him. It’ll keep things interesting.

“But I got help,” Jack is saying. “There was—one of the group homes, it was actually run by someone who gave a shit—” he winces, and it’s adorable, “I’m sorry—someone who knew what they were doing. They hooked me up—connected me with my first counselor, and it was maybe the first time in my life I didn’t feel like what had happened to me was my fault. I—I’d like to do that for other kids—other people like me.”

Ivan nods. Jack will never do any of that, of course. But that doesn’t mean he won’t have his uses. Ivan will make sure of it.

“That’s a noble goal, Jack. To be of service.”

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behavior modification, part eleven

<previous, masterlist here

content warnings: EXPLICIT NONCON (touch & forced orgasm), adult language, creepy/intimate whumper, forced nudity, muzzles, restraints, stress positions, shock collars, dehumanization, humiliation, emotional manipulation, noncon kissing, implied future noncon

Thanks to @darkthingshappen for letting me run a few things by her!

part eleven, jack's consequences

“Now, you’ll stay this way until I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson.”

Fuck. Jack tries to shake his head, but the distended heft makes his neck feel like it’s going to snap. He can’t stay this way. He can’t. Jack may not be a doctor, but he’s damn sure that people aren’t supposed to be left upside-down. Ivan has to know that. Doesn’t he? He tries to look at Ivan, but he can’t get his eyes to focus. Too many shocks.

Ivan’s phone rings.

Please! Jack shrieks. The word rockets up his throat, but it doesn’t make it any further, because there’s a fucking metal plate trapping his tongue. The only sound that comes out is an animal’s groan. But they have to hear him! They have to!

Jack tries again to raise his head, but he can’t. It weighs a fucking ton, and with his arms wrenched back the way they are, he has no way to brace himself–his entire body shakes with the effort. Of course, Ivan designed it that way.

The thought traps Jack’s breath.

He tugs at his cuffs, but the movement burns all the way down to his calves. Jesus. He’s trussed like game, for Ivan’s pleasure. He’s mute, for Ivan’s pleasure. He’s burnt and sick and so fucking tired, for Ivan’s pleasure. And he can’t even scream.

He tries to wrench his mouth open, but the bit stays in place, and the leather of his muzzle glues itself to his sweaty skin. For the millionth time in the last forty-eight hours, his eyes sting with tears–only this time, they run up instead of down.

The phone rings again, and Ivan glares down at him.

“Don’t. Make. A. Sound. Or I’ll push this button until you have more in common with a potato than a man.”

The thing is, Jack knows he will. He’s already seen the way Ivan’s eyes light up in the split second before the collar throws him to the floor.

But what Jack didn’t realize is that he already thinks it might be a relief. To disappear. To not feel everything that’s happening to him–or everything that will happen to him.

Jack doesn’t know if he can take it. Not again. And he doesn’t know if it’s better to be good or bad.

He swallows his whimper and lets his body go slack. The blood rushes to his head, but this time, he doesn’t fight it.

Ivan nods at him and taps his screen. “Dr. Ivan Peters?”

For a moment, the only thing Jack hears is the roar of the blood in his ears–and then Ivan’s breath hitches.

“Oh, uh, hello, Sergeant.”

Sergeant.

It’s the police. The police are looking for him. Joe is looking for him and–

“Would you mind holding for just a moment, Sergeant Wade? I’m in the middle of some work, and I’d like to keep my hands free.”

The police sergeant must assent, because Ivan lays his phone down on the floor next to Jack’s chair. He kneels down and cups the back of Jack’s head in his hand, raising it so that Jack can’t help but look into Ivan’s steely blue eyes.

“Are you there, Sergeant?”

Jack knows Ivan’s speaking to the person on the phone, but his gaze is for Jack alone. Don’t make a sound, Ivan mouths again.

“Yes, doctor.” It’s a woman. The sergeant is a woman. Her voice is kind, Jack thinks. She’ll help him. He knows it. “Sorry to interrupt your morning,” she says. “I’m calling in regards to a missing persons report on a Mr. Jack Kenyon.”

Jack’s tears cut a salty path into his hair, but he manages to keep himself still. He squeezes his eyes shut. Joe knows–he knows Jack wouldn’t run off. Joe knows Jack. Joe loves him. Maybe–

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Obligatory Intro Post

I’m Kay, and after lurking around whumblr for the past year or so, I decided to make my own discreet side-blog so that I could join in the fun too. Even though I didn’t know what “whump” was until very recently, I’ve been digging on whumperflies my whole life. You know that scene in Aladdin where Jasmine gets imprisoned in the giant hourglass? Yeah. It probably started there. The whump community seems pretty supportive of one another and enthusiastic about each other’s content, so I thought I’d give it a try.

Favorite Whump Tropes: Thanks to tumblr, I’ve found that I like captivity whump, pet whump, intimate/creepy whumpers, psychological whump, and a lot of the nsfwhump content that bounces around out there. (My writing will include all of that and may also include some non/dub-con elements--heads up!).

Things I’m Not Into: I’m not super into high fantasy stuff, but I’ll give anything a try if I like the writer. Generally, I’m not aware of my hard “no”s until I accidentally stumble onto them, so I suppose I’ll update that as I figure it out.

Favorite Whump Blogs: Absolutely loving @darkthingshappen‘s “Brother’s Keeper” series right now. Fell deep in love with @ashintheairlikesnow‘s Daniel Michaelson months ago. Have reread @card-games-and-pain‘s “Lonely Barricade” and assorted sundries more times than is appropriate. Binged @deluxewhump‘s Zee stories and loved them all.

I’ve got the first bits of my own saga outlined, and I’m looking forward to sharing them (soonish?). Until then, maybe I’ll post a random whump drabble to help introduce myself.

Greetings, whumblr!

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My #1 post of 2022

behavior modification master list

WRU has hired renowned behaviorist Dr. Ivan Peters to refine their training protocol for Romantic acquisitions. When Jack Kenyon–the brilliant young partner of one of Ivan’s med school rivals–applies to be Dr. Peters’ research assistant, he has no idea what he’s signing on for.

Please see individual chapters for detailed and specific content warnings. This story will contain noncon elements [*]; proceed with caution!

behavior modification pre-timeline content: organized in rough chronological order

past snippet: jack's fourteenth birthday

-/-/-

part one: jack and ivan at dinner

part two: jack and joe, before captivity

part three: jack's abduction

part four: ivan welcomes to jack to captivity

part five: worries for joe, bath time for jack

part six: jack's intake interview (part one)

part seven: jack's intake interview (part two)

part eight: past, present, and future

part nine: breakfast time

part ten: jack learns his positions

part eleven: jack's consequences*

part twelve: ivan's apology

part thirteen: jack's last chance to feel*

part fourteen: joe and his mother

part fifteen: prelude to punishment

part sixteen: jack's first treatment*

part seventeen: deprivation

part eighteen: jack loses joe

part nineteen: case notes*

part twenty: yes, sir*

drabble: statue*

drabble: bravo*

drabble: good boy, sweet boy*

-/-/-

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

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southerntchiorny · 1 year

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So lately I’ve gained interest in American Hairless terriers (mostly because they don’t have the dentition problems other hairless dogs have) Could you please list a list of pros and cons, and what made you go with AHT over other hairless dog breeds? I’ve been leaning towards them because they seem to be less primitive and more trainable than the other hairless breeds while still being velcro, and have some terrier-tude but not as much as other terriers do. I also wanted to ask about his weekly grooming process and if he needs sunscreen every time he goes out, or does a shirt suffice? Can they also play safely with other dogs?(like do they have a bigger risk of injury because of their lack of hair?) thank you and I hope you and your dogs have a good day!

(This took so long for me to answer, I’m so sorry! I’m a terrible procrastinator with the attention span of a cactus 🌵)

So Furby is my first AHT! I’ve only had a touch of experience with the breed before getting him because his breeder also has Black Russian Terriers and we became friends through our local kennel club training classes. I got an AHT because I’ve always loved hairless breeds and I wanted something to be able to compete with in various sports.

All that to say that I’m certainly not a breed expert yet, but here are my observations so far!

Pros

Bald. My BRT is a lot of upkeep with his hair and I love that it takes me 15 minutes to bathe, dry, file nails, and maybe put a bit of lotion on about once a week. A fun fact: AHTs do not have the same dental issues that most hairless breeds have either.

Compact. I’ve seen a wide range of sizes for AHTs but at most they’re no bigger than maybe a beagle (there’s one I show against built like a damn tank but he’s not outrageously huge)

Smart. Sometimes terrifyingly so. Furby found out how to escape expens from about 5 weeks old. His attention span isn’t always zeroed in and focused but when it is, he picks up on things very quickly.

Fashionable!! Personally, I prefer light sun clothes to sunscreen. A good pair of lightweight pajamas for coverage and a bit of sunscreen on his face, ears, and tail. Clothes are very important for bald bebes and it’s one of my favorite things to have countless outfits for the Boi.

Attitude! This honesty leans both ways but I love a spunky terrier attitude and this boy has it in spades! It also means he can be A LOT, especially around other dogs. I will admit that he didn’t get as thorough of a socialization experience as my BRT did when he was a puppy, though. Socialization is INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT with these guys! He also carries the ‘fears nothing’ traits of terriers.

He’s just so fucking funny. I can be annoyed with him about something and then he goes straight into making me laugh about it. Definitely a class clown who must have all eyes on him and nothing less.

Cons

These aren’t terrible but just things that could be aversive for some people

Energy. This is only a mild con for me just because I’m a low energy person, but I knew what I was getting into and wanted a competitive dog. He’s definitely challenged me as a dog owner/handler but in the best ways.

Destructive. This could just be a Furby thing to be fair. He can’t have beds, only blankets, because he shreds them. He also enjoys gutting plush toys. I let him work it out on cardboard boxes and paper for some controlled chaos.

As far as the safety issues, he wrestles with my BRT regularly and this is something my breeder’s dogs also do with her BRTs. He does get some scratches and scuffs sometimes but nothing major. I do put vet wrap on his ankles when we play with his flirt pole, though, because he goes absolutely nuts for it and skins up the area under his brake pads.

If you have any other questions I’m happy to provide what I can!

#dogblr #Furby #american hairless terrier

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mj-is-writing · 2 years

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happy (late) blorbo blursday! how are your characters with animals? do any of them have a favourite or any beloved pets? who's the best and who's the worst at handling them? :D

Most of them are good or indifferent with animals because I grew up with a million pets so it’s like. Just a part of life to have at least one dog around. And I wouldn’t know how to write someone who dislikes pets.

Cassian loves animals, but I did end up working in a few animal interactions specifically to mirror his relationships with the other characters, so it doesn’t seem like he likes animals much in the beginning. He does, he’s just also bad with them. He gets nervous because he likes them but they probably won’t like him. The end shows him as a catdad because I think that’s what he deserves.

Adelaine loves animals also, but due to her childhood, she was only able to interact with them in certain ways. She could have as many dogs as she liked, but they had to live in the Royal kennel. She got ponies regularly during her horse girl phase, but she could only see them if her riding coach was with her. She wasn’t supposed to play with the cats that were kept to eat the mice. She would be a werewolf kid and read zoology magazines in the school library in a modern AU, but she also had her experiences governed for her. So she doesn’t exactly know how to interact normally with, like, a normal pet. She never had to bathe or feed them or take them for walks as a kid, and it shows. So she ends up a plant mom, and she visits Cassian and sees his cat, and that’s good enough for her.

Aoife and Keeva both wanted pets growing up, but Aoife is allergic to dogs. Keeva is also very much not a cat person, and when Cassian came home with the cat, they just kind of… had to deal with it? They grow to care about the cat, but they didn’t particularly want it. It’s Cassian’s baby. Aoife still wishes for a pet, but she’s also content to watch her wife gardening and… it’s nice.

Minnie isn’t an animal person, and it kind of ties into her fear of being vulnerable; she’s not good with people, why would she be good with animals? They kinda freak her out a bit. I think she would be a dog person if she could work through her issues, though. Cassian, who grew up with a bunch of dogs, would probably be really good at helping teach Minnie to take care of them. He’d get her an older Golden Retriever and come over a lot to check on them. (This is a long winded way of saying “Minnie needs a therapy animal, and even Cassian, who had the emotional intelligence of a stick, can fucking tell.”)

I think out of all my OC’s, the one who is best with animals is probably Joshua; he has dog person energy, but I’ve decided that he maybe has a fish tank or something? And it originally started as something his mentor gave him to try and help provide some structure in his life (remembering to feed the fish, to change the water, etc.), but over time it also became a hobby he just really vibed with. I know that fish aren’t super hard to care for usually, he definitely could and probably does get larger pets later, but there’s just something special to him about introducing a new species to the tank, arranging the decor, and just… watching the fish swim.

And the worst is… hmmmmm okay the worst is Luca but only because Luca is, like, chronic only child who never had a pet. He was given endless attention as a kid, they have a bit of a rep now, trying to put a living thing in their care is just asking for trouble. He also has the self-preservation skills of a toddler. You could replace the trail mix he’s eating with literal rocks and he wouldn’t notice. And “self-absorbed guy who forgets to feed themself” is not the kind of person who is going to remember to walk a dog or change the cat litter. Also animals are just icky and they have better things to do. Luca would put a high-energy dog in a room with some food and newspapers and not check on it all day, and they wouldn’t even realize that that’s a problem. He thinks that’s just how to take care of a dog.

#i love you animals i love you beloved pets I love you symbolism for a character’s emotional growth #blorbo blursday #writeblr #blorbos from my brain #mj_writes

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angrychickengangog · 1 month

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I need the feedback of the people on this one:

Are the owners of the company I work for planning on committing wage theft??

I work at a privately owned dog kennel, so every shift I’m cleaning up dog pee/poop, making sure they have food and water, and just general up keep of the back kennel area. All of us employees also share the responsibility of bathing dogs that need baths; we each have a day maybe two where our man task is dog baths for that day. Obviously, we can earn tips through this that go on our paychecks every week.

The work I previously discussed also allows us to earn tips. When a dog(s) go home after boarding, the owner can choose to leave a tip, and all of those tips that get collected throughout the week get distributed between myself and the other employees. Now I’ll get into the actual issue lol.

Used to, if you were 15 or more minutes late, then you got written up. No biggy, that would happen anywhere, however, the owners announced recently that from here on out, if you were 10 or more minutes late more than one day out of the week…then all your tips for that week will be given to your other coworkers instead of you.

Now obviously that is wage theft. The way they announced/worded it, it would be seen as literal wage theft. Except today, I was told by my manger that I committed the crime of being more than 10 minutes late two separate days last week. He reminded me of the new “policy” and said he wasn’t going to do anything about it this time, but I would’ve been out of $150 if he had. I preceded to tell him that I actually had a question about how that would work, and he said that he understood and had brought up the same question with owners before they implemented the policy.

The explanation he was given and the one he gave to me was that the tips from the baths we did we would keep because that money is ours since we did that work, but that the tips from people that boarded their dogs were actually the owners tips and they just are nice and they to us…even though they aren’t doing any of the things involved with taking care of that dog plus the many others we take care of.

Does that make sense to anyone?? Or is that still very much wage theft?? Please help, because the second they take my money I am going to be seeking legal assistance if it is all needed. Thanks.

#wage theft #law #serious post #aretheownersstealingmymoney

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keefwho · 4 months

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January 25 - 2024 Thursday

10:31pm

4/10

Mom woke me up early asking if I was ready to leave with my dad into town yet but obviously I wasn't and she had nothing to do with that coordination so I don't know why she called me. I got up and took a quick shower, ate a granola bar, and made my coffee. We headed out at 7:30. On the way there, Mom called and mentioned how she was sick which made me very upset because I've asked them to tell me multiple times if someone is sick so I don't have to make unnecessary contact but they are too selfish and stupid to do that. So the trip was ruined from the start, I was stressed thinking about all the ways I might have made dangerous contact and I was in survival mode going further. I made sure not to eat anything or touch my face. We went to the DMV first and I got in very quickly but they needed my birth certificate which I didn't have so I had to leave, making the whole trip a waste. We stopped by this place to pick up something for mom and I went pee in there. Then we went to the local grocery store and it was very nice in there. I bought a cake for mom's upcoming birthday. Then we left for home.

When I got home I took a shower and changed clothes. I wiped down everything that needed it and put Sporticus in the kennel since she was at the house all day. Unfortunately I might have to keep her mostly in there for a few days and then bathe her. I joined Trevor's VC today finally since he happened to be in there early and I played Kerbal. Also prepared a rice a roni lunch. I left to go eat and watch camping videos. I made a plan to work for one hour which I did in David's server. I finished this silly Ezlo pic and a pic of Daisy and I. A couple of guys in there started getting annoying constantly asking me to draw comedic things ironically. A couple guys asked me unironic art questions too. After work, I spent a little more time on my project and left to play Kerbal and chill. During that, Daisy wanted to Just Dance so I joined that for a few dances. Then we switched to Minish Cap while I played more Kerbal. I made a Minimus lander that went to 6 different biomes and came back. Daisy beat the ice temple which had a very tedious boss fight. In bed I played more Kingdom Hearts.

Today has largely been bad. Town was very annoying and more importantly, my parents not respecting my wishes has been annoying. I realized today that they are the main reason I don't take myself seriously because they never did. Not only them though, basically every adult figure in my life treated me like I was stupid or unimportant until I was in my mid twenties, and by that point I didn't know how to handle any other response. So now I have to learn to rewire outdated ways of thinking about myself and others so I can learn to treat myself with respect and really appreciate the good people in my life that also show me respect.

#journal #diary

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aitadnd · 7 months

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you said other shenanigans happened, any you care to share?

I would love to!

Hodgepodge was easily the most chaotic character, which makes sense. Considering his player is the only one of us to take improv classes and is an all around chaos gremlin.

So Hodgepodge started out guarding the stall of a merchant selling fireworks from drunkards and kids who might try to swipe a firework. The other guard, a senior employee of the merchant, said something like "Pay attention, kid, and you might learn something," to which Hodgepodge of course responded "Joke's on you I've never learnt a thing in my life and I don't plan to start." (important for later)

After freeing all the dogs from their kennels near the racetrack, Hodgepodge ducked into an alleyway to hide. Then his player decided to mess with me.

Hodgepodge: So I could just go anywhere? I could skip town if I wanted?

Me: If you wanted!

Hodgepodge: Okay. So what happens if I go here? (moves the piece of candy representing his character off the map)

Me: I describe what you see around you, which you will use your imagination for because this is the only map I have.

Hodgepodge: Okay okay. So what happens if I do... THIS! (moves his piece of candy up to the door of a cute little cottage with flower boxes in the windows, and mimes kicking in the door)

Me: First roll a strength check.

(He rolls an 18)

Me: You step up and without breaking your stride break the door off it's hinges with one mighty kick! Inside you see a little old lady standing over a wooden tub filled with steaming water. Seems like you interrupted her about to get in the bath, and now you're standing in her doorway. Over her broken door.

Hodgepodge: Oh. Oh no.

Me: She screams and scurries further into the house and out of sight. Also! You failed to take into account kicking a door down is VERY loud, and you did it in broad daylight with the guards looking for you.

Hodgepodge: OH NO. SOMETHING TERRIBLE IS HAPPENING.

Torpor's player (who had seen most of the interaction as Nyrin and Freya went out to get pizza): You're about to get arrested?

Hodgepodge: NO. I THINK I'M LEARNING SOMETHING. ABOUT WHAT THEY CALL "CONSEQUENCES".

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kdawn0201 · 9 months

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Saturday night excitement: I probably already mentioned at some point that the dogs go crazy at the sound of "Big Red," our Utility Vehicle. We had an unfortunate situation last year when the dogs were in the kennel when we took it out, and Josie cut her mouth on the chain link in her over-excitement, resulting in a kennel wall and floor blood bath that still haunts me a bit. Since then, we either put the dogs in the garage or just leave them in the house (the worst they typically do is slobber up the doors.) UNTIL Saturday. In her mad bark-fest, Josie had bitten her tongue really bad, and there were trails of blood EVERYWHERE, front to back door. Then she proceeded to vomit up unimaginable pools of blood she had swallowed in the process. SO MUCH BLOOD. Everywhere throughout the house and garage. Luckily, Montana happened to amble upstairs just as this murder scene was playing out, and because she is not bothered by blood, she calmly kicked into gear like Harvey Kietel in Pulp Fiction: "Get me a shower squeegee, a dust pan, a bucket, and 3 bottles of hydrogen peroxide." All 4 of us went to work following her instructions. Amazingly (truly), this light cowhide rug, which was completely splattered with blood, came completely clean. Everything was spotless. Oh, and the dog is fine - Steve took her to an emergency vet, but on the way, the bleeding stopped, and she was perfectly fine. I can feel my neck muscles tensing up just reliving the tale - it really was a LOT of blood! If that dog looks guilty in this photo, it's because she IS!

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upper-eepy-sleepy-girl · 11 months

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Kittens - a true story

My mom never let me take the outdoors cats in. If they came in by their own volition, she was fine by that, but I couldn't force them in the house. And we always left out food for one cat in particular, a pregnant cat we call Mama cat, or sometimes Calie.

Ever since she showed up on our front porch, she's had two litters per year, a spring and fall litter. last years fall litter was bad. I remember when in November the first kitten died. it was blind, and got lost, and the temperature went below freezing. He froze to death that night; I remember that being the omen of a bad winter. And slowly all but one kitten disappeared. She is a black cat with deep yellow eyes we call midnight. Or at least I call her midnight. And I thought the spring litter would be different. Last spring litter was great. Four little kittens, and all of them lived over a year. The first that came in was Hobbels. then Floof, following was Oreo, and last was Murder Mittens. All of them were really really good cats. But Oreo got outside one day and stayed. He loved the rain and always bathed in the sun. And while I was on a trip to Dollywood with the Orchestra, a dog got to him, where he hid under the shed at night, and broke his back. And while I was away they had to put him down and bury him. I wouldn't know how much pain he had to be in for the hours it took for him to be found and eventually put to rest. We buried him next to my old cat Jeff, who died from sickness 2 years prior.

I thought this litter of kittens would be different. I remember going outside to dump spoiled leftovers, my dad was walking the dog and we got to talking. When I turned around I found a small orange kitten behind me, it had deep blue eye and was REALLY fuzzy; I never saw it again after that. Murder Mittens and Mama cat both had three kittens each. out of all six kittens, four were black, one was gray, and the last was white with gray tabby blotches all over her. And for a while they did great. The kittens were all living their best lives. The indoor kittens were raised in the dog's kennel because we didn't have anywhere else to keep them until they were strong enough to move on their own. By now, they are two months old. The indoor cats are doing great. Sure, they need to be litter trained, but otherwise great. The outdoor kittens, not so much. In the past 12 hours two kittens had died. It's been raining hard. And it's been cold. My dad buried the first one last night. It took residence under the car to hide from the storm. I think anyone can know was happened next. I never saw what happened, but I heard from my dad. But lastly this morning. I woke up, brushed my teeth and was living my life as normal. When I looked out the window I saw a kitten laying in the mud still. I put on my sandals and ran out to the cat and I put my hand on it's back. It wasn't breathing, and it felt cold. so so cold. As I write this I have buried the kitten. I tried to get the last kitten indoors, but it won't go in. It's too scared of me. I fear that soon too, he shall die. I hope not, I but I still fear. My mom won't let me take it in. But I will do what I can to help it. The rain is light now. And I wish him the best.

I wish I could've done more sooner. I am so sorry. May they all rest in peace.

#tw death #tw death of animals #vent #vent post #tw gore

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mushi42 · 1 year

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😴 😺 🎁

@bnhxwks sorry this took so long! I'm writing some of the others now too!

😴 How do you cuddle together- So because of his wing spending to much time on his back is a bit uncomfortable for Keigo. He does occasionally lay on his back and let me rest on his chest listening to his heart beat. But mostly it’s him laying on my with his nose buried in my neck. The way we sleep though is me on my side and his arm and wing over me. Depending on the day he will spoon or sleep on his stomach.

😺Would you adopt a pet together? If so, what pet would you get? So I use to be a dog groomer, worked in a kennel, a dog daycare,a bakery for dogs, and grew up with 12 dogs. SO Keigo had to learn to live with furry things pretty quickly! We currently have a standard poodle that I had before we met. Keigo loves him and calls the dog his son all the time. Everytime I give him a short hair cut Keigo tries to buy him a new sweater. We aren’t currently looking for a new pet at the moment but know we will get at least one more dog in the future

🎁What present would you get your f/o? WHat do they get you? We do buy things for each other like he gets me jewelry or I get him a new jacket to replace his ugly, I mean fashion forward, one he has but mostly we try not to do gifts that have a lot of monetary value. He finds pretty rocks or funny greeting cards for me throughout his day. I make him his favorite espresso cookies or make sure we have his favorite bath bombs, man loves to soak when he can, stocked up.

#Cheigo #Self ship games #I'm so sorry this took so long to answer #I promise to try and be quicker next time

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