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fluentmoviequoter · 2 months

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Just a Dog Walker

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Pairing: Tim Bradford x grad student!dog walker!fem!reader

Summary: As Tim's dog walker, and nothing more, you grow close to him and Kojo. After protecting Kojo from a dog fight, you learn how Tim really sees you.

Warnings: dog attack, dog bite (r), fluffy ending. (Kojo is totally fine!)

Word Count: 3.5k+ words

A/N: More Kojo, what the world really needs.

“Sergeant Bradford, come to my office for a minute?” Wade asks.

“No,” Tim answers quickly. “Uh, sorry. No, sir, I can’t.”

Crossing his arms, Wade inquires, “Why not?”

A low huff is audible in Tim’s office, but Wade knows it isn’t him.

“Is yo’ dog under that desk?”

“No.”

“Let me amend the question. Is Kojo under the desk?”

Kojo barks happily, trying to push past Tim to visit Wade. Wade shakes his head, dropping his arms.

“Why is he here?”

“I’m working a double and I couldn’t leave him at home. What if he had run out of water or needed to go out?” Tim answers.

“You know, here in sunny Los Angeles, there are more people than I can count who are certified dog sitters.”

“Kojo doesn’t like strangers.”

“Just Kojo? Look, Tim, I get it, the bond between a man and his dog. But, there has to be a boundary, a separation somewhere. I’ll call Luna, she’s got friends with dogs and trusted, bonded employees who watch their dogs. Walk ‘em daily, train ‘em, do everything while you’re at work.”

“I can take care of my dog by myself.”

“Not while you’re at work, Bradford. He can stay for now, Lord knows he’s a better boy than you, but by the end of the week I want to know you’ve got someone to care for him.”

Tim grumbles, pushing his hands under the desk to pet Kojo. “I’ll take you up on Luna’s friends then.”

“She’ll call later.”

“You already asked her?”

“’Course I did. We have work to do. And, so you know, we can see Kojo’s paws under the desk. But nice try.”

“I tried, buddy,” Tim tells Kojo, passing him a treat from the container hidden in his desk drawer.

✯✯✯✯✯

Grad school is expensive, but since you don’t have the degree level you are striving for, you need a different job to get you through. Pushing 30 and being a dog walker isn’t ideal, but it’s paying the bills. One of your neighbors helped you open a business with proper insurance and licensing to care for the dogs of Los Angeles.

Most of your clients live nearby, and you do your rounds twice daily, studying and attending classes between. One of your favorite clients has a friend named Luna, who you love. She gets you jobs, helps you out constantly, and is like a mother figure to you. You are forever grateful for her. So, when she calls, you rush to answer.

“Hey, Luna!” you answer. “How are you?”

“I’m good. How are you doing? Still working on your dissertation; making progress?”

“Slow but steady, yeah. What can I do for you?”

“This is actually something I can do for you. There’s a sergeant that works with Wade; he’s got a dog and needs someone trusted to take care of his dog while he’s at work. He’s been sneaking Kojo into the station and Wade had to ask him to stop.”

“Kojo? That’s an adorable name. But, yeah, I’d be happy to meet him.”

“Awesome! His name’s Tim. I will send him your number and have Wade force him to set something up.”

“Is Tim a little rough around the edges, typical cop type?”

“Not typical, no… Just- you’ll see when you meet him. He’s great, though, deep down.”

“I’ll try to remember that. Thanks, Luna.”

“See you Friday?”

“See you Friday.”

You sit back, writing the name ‘Tim’ on your dog-walking calendar. Another client would be great for your wallet, but it seems like this sergeant will take some convincing before he hires you. This is understandable, of course, because you wouldn’t let just anyone take care of your babies, and dogs are just four-legged babies.

“Please be as great as Luna said,” you whisper before returning your attention to the research before you.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Yeah, I texted her. We’re meeting at an outdoor café tonight,” Tim says before Wade can ask. “But if I don’t like her or if Kojo doesn’t like her, I’m going to keep looking.”

“Got it,” Wade answers. “But you’ve got more double shifts in your future, so don’t take too long trying to find a ‘perfect’ dog walker.”

Tim nods, hoping he can find a way out of letting a stranger into his house to take care of his dog. He checked your name, and your business seems legitimate, but there’s no way of knowing. Luckily, he and Kojo are both excellent judges of character.

✯✯✯✯✯

Luna sent you a picture of Kojo, and you spot him immediately. The man sitting beside him, though, is breathtakingly handsome. You’re shocked that he doesn’t have female neighbors and friends lining up at his door, offering to take care of Kojo (and him).

“Hi, Mr. Bradford?” you ask.

Kojo looks up at you and pants, his tail slapping against Tim’s leg.

“Yes. Nice to meet you,” Tim replies, offering his hand.

Shaking his hand, you glance down at Kojo. When Tim releases his grip, you squat and extend your hand for Kojo to sniff. He flips your hand up with his snout, stepping closer to you.

“I’m sure Luna told you that I’m a cop,” Tim continues, drawing your attention away from Kojo.

You sit beside him, lowering a hand to pat Kojo’s head. “She did, sir.”

“Then you know that if anything were to happen to my house during or after your visit, I could very easily charge you with any number of crimes. And I won’t tell you what I would do if something happened to Kojo while under your care.”

You can’t tell if his threat is legitimate, so you nod in understanding.

“Yes, sir, I understand. Kojo’s safety, and your home, of course, are of the utmost importance and I will do everything I can to do right by both of you.”

Tim nods, watching Kojo for a moment. “You’re good with him. He’s not always so welcoming with strangers; scared one of my girlfriends away once. So, I’m going to give you a chance.”

“Amazing. Thank you, sir. I promise you won’t regret it.”

“What do we need to do to get started?”

“I can offer you a few days free, as a trial run. And if you still want to keep me on afterward, we can discuss payment, sir.”

“That’s unnecessary. I need someone to take care of Kojo and you seem to be the best fit.”

“Okay. Then I will email you a link to create a client account and my website has a portal to pay. Luna mentioned that you work overnight sometimes, so if you needed me to do later or earlier visits, I can do that too, sir.”

“Sounds good.”

Tim stands, wiping his hand on his jeans before offering his hand again.

“Nice to meet you and I look forward to your email.”

“You, too. And thank you.”

Petting Kojo once more, you smile before walking away. You didn’t expect him to be so attractive, so you have to remember that he clarified you’re his dogwalker, and he doesn’t even really want a dogwalker.

Determined to make him see the benefits of someone caring for Kojo, you add him to your schedule before he even pays you. Money is no longer a concern; you’re already in love with Kojo, and now, you need to focus on not falling for his owner, too.

✯✯✯✯✯

“What’d you think about her? I know you hired her, but what’d you think personally?” Luna asks, standing in Wade’s office.

Tim shrugs. “She’s very polite. Seems driven, hard-working, responsible.”

“Well, now that you’ve read her resumé, have anything else to add?”

Tim doesn’t answer, and Wade guesses, “She makes you nervous?”

“A little.”

“What?” Luna exclaims. “She’s the sweetest!”

“Not like that, Luna,” Wade interjects. “Someone wasn’t expecting a pretty dog walker.”

“Oh. Tim Bradford, I wasn’t sure you still had it in you.”

“She is taking care of Kojo. Yes, she is beautiful, but this won’t go any farther than a business agreement.”

“Care to bet on that?” Wade asks.

“No,” Tim answers before leaving and closing the door behind him.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Hey, Kojo, Kojo,” you call, entering Tim’s house with the key he had made for you.

Kojo’s nails click on the flooring, rushing to greet you.

“Hey, buddy. You miss your dad? I bet you do.”

As you slide Kojo’s harness over his front legs, he licks your face, and you laugh, scratching his chest before standing to connect his leash. Kojo has quickly become your favorite dog. You visit several throughout the day, but Kojo is the sweetest and the most handsome.

When you return to Tim’s side door, it’s standing open. You know that you closed and locked it, so you pull Kojo’s leash tight, stepping back as you prepare to run.

“It’s just me!” Tim yells from inside. “Sorry, my hands were full, and I couldn’t close the door.”

Sighing in relief, you lead Kojo inside, closing the door behind you and locking it instinctually.

“Honey, we’re home!” you call.

Tim freezes in the kitchen at your teasing, borderline flirtatious tone. You remove Kojo’s leash and harness and put it away, following him as he runs toward Tim.

“Why are you home so early?” you ask.

“I worked all night,” Tim answers. “Thought you’d feel my absence through our connection.”

You chuckle at Tim’s flirting. After the second meeting, it became much easier to talk to him. Interestingly enough, Tim started the flirtatious tendencies. You tend to stick to business-related topics, but sometimes it feels like you’re just two friends – maybe more – and you forget you’re just his dog walker.

“Everything go okay at work, sir? Kojo, for one, had a great day.”

Tim says your name, a sigh more than anything. “I told you a week ago to stop calling me sir.”

“Sorry, sir- Tim.”

Tim looks away suddenly, turning his attention to the bags he carried inside while you were walking Kojo.

“Did you even wonder where Kojo was?” you ask.

“No. I know his dog walker is punctual… and a control freak.”

“Planning my day doesn’t make me a control freak!”

“You have it planned to the minute.”

“To accommodate you,” you grumble.

“Yet you won’t let me take you on a date.”

“You won’t ask.”

You fall silent, and when you think you took it too far, Kojo barks and makes you both laugh. Talking to Tim is easy, but no matter how much you love Kojo or think you could be more, you must keep everything in perspective. Tim is older, a police sergeant and you are his college student dog walker.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Hello?” you ask, answering your phone and rubbing your eyes as you look away from the computer screen.

“Hey,” Tim says. “I’m so sorry for the late notice but I’m going to be here overnight. Could you-“

“I’ll go over now.”

“Listen, it’s crazy out there right now. If you want to stay there, please do. I don’t want you out more than you have to be.”

“Tim, that’s not necessary.”

“Please. It’s not just for your safety; I’ll feel better knowing that you’re somewhere safe.”

“Okay,” you reply. “As long as you’re sure.”

“I’m insisting. Kojo is a cuddler, but that’s all you have to fear there.”

“Oh, you should have started with that. Kojo cuddles sound amazing.”

“Long day?”

“Not as long as yours. I’ll text you when I get there. Thank you, Tim.”

“Thank you. I’ll be back in the morning.”

“See you then.”

The drive to Tim’s house is short, but you hear several police sirens. Whatever they’re dealing with does seem (as Tim put it) crazy. Once you’re inside and the alarm is reset, you collapse on the couch and let Kojo cuddle up to you. You feel weirdly close to Tim, too, probably from being in his house. Falling asleep here is easy; you’re at peace, happy, and cuddled by a warm, loving dog.

✯✯✯✯✯

Waking up is not quite as peaceful. Tim is taking a picture, and when you grunt, he lowers the phone and smiles.

“That’s adorable,” he states.

“I’m quitting,” you murmur, throwing an arm over Kojo.

“You know, he didn’t even come see me when I got home? He’s a cheater, although I can’t blame him. It does look pretty comfortable.”

Ignoring him, you move closer to Kojo.

“Consider this my two hours’ notice.”

Tim chuckles, and the couch dips by your feet as he sits. When you sit up, he’s leaning back with his eyes closed.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“Yeah, just tired.”

“Well, I’ll get out of your way so you can rest. Need me to come back later?”

“No, I’m here all day. If you want to stay, you can.”

“I have a paper to finish,” you lament. “But I appreciate it.”

“Anytime.” You’re gathering your things when Tim reiterates, “Seriously. You’re always welcome here.”

“Thank you. I’ll see you later.”

“Drive safe.”

✯✯✯✯✯

It’s cloudy in Los Angeles, like a bad omen. You’re considering taking Tim’s offer of staying at his house to work. Kojo is the last dog you visit, and you look down at him as he sniffs the base of a streetlight.

“Mind if I stay with you for the rest of the day?” you ask him.

Kojo’s tail wags faster, but he’s still more interested in the light than you.

“Sounds like a plan.”

Kojo picks his head up, continuing toward the corner as you lead him down the sidewalk. You see something move up the road and command Kojo to stop. Unsure if it’s a dog or some other animal, you wait a moment before walking again.

With your attention on the unknown shadow before you, you fail to hear a dog running up behind you. Kojo turns suddenly, and you don’t register what’s happening as you push him out of the way.

Another dog, about Kojo’s size, with no leash or owner in sight, is on top of you. Kojo is barking, trying to help, but you yell at him to stay back.

“Kojo, sit!” you yell over the other dog’s growling.

Your yell turns to a cry of pain when the dog’s jaw clamps down on your arm, his claws digging into your side.

“Get off!” you yell, your adrenaline giving you the strength to push back.

Once you’re sitting up, you use your legs to free yourself from the dog’s grip. Kojo is behind you, unharmed, and you need to keep it that way. Flipping yourself on top of the dog, it releases your arm before moving its legs wildly, raking a paw across your face as it tries to move away.

“Go!” you yell harshly, moving enough to let it up.

Stomping your foot after it, you show the dog you’re in charge and wait in front of Kojo until it’s out of sight.

“Kojo, we have to go,” you say quickly, grabbing his leash and limping behind him as he leads you home.

Kojo focuses on getting you inside, and when you close the door and fall to the floor, he moves to your side. He whimpers, and you want to comfort him, but you are growing dizzy.

“You okay, boy?” you mumble.

You scream in pain when you raise your hand to check that Kojo is okay. After dropping your arm, your breathing grows shallow as tears stream down your face. Kojo whines again, and you want to reach for your phone, but your arms feel too heavy to move. Looking down, you suddenly realize the severity of what happened. Covered in blood and with no strength to call for help, you whisper an apology to Kojo and let your eyes drift close.

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Tim sighs as he turns onto his street. He’s ready to see Kojo and, if he’s lucky, you. When Tim sees your car in the driveway, he smiles and rushes toward the door. That happiness quickly disappears when he notices the trail of blood leading up the driveway. Walking to the sidewalk, he sees that it leads nearly to the corner. Racing to the backdoor, which has a large blood smear below a clear handprint, Tim keeps a hand on his gun as he unlocks the door.

Kojo’s whimpering greets Tim, and when he looks down, he sees that Kojo has blood on him. Kojo looks over quickly, and Tim follows his movement. Whatever fear he felt when he saw the blood on Kojo is multiplied when he sees you.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, Tim calls for an ambulance before kneeling beside you.

“Is Kojo okay?” you ask weakly.

“He’s okay,” Tim promises, leaning closer in a poor attempt to find the source of your blood. “What hurts?”

“What doesn’t? Did you check on Kojo? He seemed okay but I couldn’t make sure the blood was mine.”

Tim turns, running his hands all over Kojo. The blood is only on his fur, evidently not his.

“He’s fine,” Tim repeats, his voice breaking at the end. “You are not.”

“There was a dog free running and I- I didn’t see it. Kojo stayed behind me so I need him to be okay.”

Tears are running down your face again, mixing with the blood. Tim wants to wipe them away, but the clear claw mark over your cheek deters him.

“There’s an ambulance on the way, you’re going to be okay.”

“I’m sorry, Tim.”

“Don’t you dare apologize. Just stay awake.”

“Kojo- Kojo’s a good boy,” you mumble.

“He is. Can you please keep your eyes on me? The ambulance is almost here.”

You nod, and the last thing you remember is Tim’s apologetic look and a painful pressure on your side.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Tim, are you coming with?” Bailey asks.

Tim is staring at the bloodstain on his floor and up his wall. “I’ll be there soon.”

“We’ll keep you updated. She’ll be okay.”

Tim nods and waits for the EMTs to exit the house before he begins cleaning. He scrubs until every trace of your blood is erased from inside and on the door. After animal control captured the dog, several officers went out to find the dog's owner. Nolan promised to come by and clean the driveway, so Tim concentrated his efforts inside.

“Alright, Kojo, our turn,” Tim calls, letting Kojo into the bathroom to remove the blood from his fur.

After Tim cleans Kojo and himself and throws away the blood-stained rags and cleaning supplies, he gathers his things to visit you in the hospital.

“I’ll be back with our girl,” Tim promises Kojo as he leaves.

✯✯✯✯✯

“I’m sorry.” You can’t stop the apology when Tim walks in.

“Stop apologizing. You kept that dog away from Kojo and I don’t- I can’t lose you. I walked in and you were covered in blood… I should have told you before that I care about you.”

“It’s my job to take care of Kojo,” you whisper.

Tim moves to the side of the bed, gently taking your hand. “You are not just a dog walker. I’ve been falling for you since the moment I laid eyes on you. The fact that you love Kojo solidified it for me.”

“I- I have feelings for you too,” you admit.

“They told me your pretty face won’t scar.”

“I barely even remember what happened.”

Tim sits beside your legs as he tells you, “Nolan and Celina arrested the dog’s owner. It wasn’t the first time he had done this.”

“Given a poor, unsuspecting college student thirty stitches while she’s just trying to spend the afternoon in her crush’s house? Oddly specific crime. What’s the code for that?”

Tim chuckles, gently squeezing your hand. “You can go home now. If you’re still up to spend some time in your crush’s house.”

“Tim-“

“Don’t tell me I don’t have to. I want to, need to.”

“I would love to spend time with you and Kojo. But I’m not sure I’m up for flirting today, handsome.”

“After the day you’ve had, just sit back and I’ll do all the flirting.”

“’Preciate that, sir.”

Tim laughs as he exits the room to complete your discharge paperwork. You smile behind him, hoping you’re not dreaming, and you finally told him how you feel.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Kojo,” Tim chides. “Give her some room.”

“You cleaned all the blood?”

Tim gently directs your eyes to him, leaning close to remind you, “You’re more than just a dog walker. Worth the time, the effort, the love, all of it.”

“Love?”

“Yeah. Kojo really loves you.”

You laugh, quickly remembering that you have several stitches on your side.

“Careful,” Tim requests.

“Are you certified to help someone sit still while stitches hold their side closed?” you ask.

“Depends on the patient. You? Absolutely.”

Tim helps you get comfortable on the couch before walking to the kitchen to gather some water and snacks. When he returns, Kojo is cuddled up to your uninjured side.

“Really? Again?” Tim asks.

“I love you,” you say, completely distracting Tim as he kneels before you. “But I also think I really want to quit this time.”

Tim laughs, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. “That’s fine. I am looking for a girlfriend rather than a dog walker now anyway.”

“Care to see my resumé?”

“Memorized it last time.”

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onlyhaos · 2 months

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⋆ - Evening Walks

An unexpected someone joins the family

PAIRING ➺ Vernon x afab!reader GENRES ➺ fluff, established relationship WARNINGS ➺ smallest mention of pregnancy WORDCOUNT ➺ 1,9k

“DID YOU HEAR THAT?”

You asked Vernon, who shook his head in response.

It was a normal day for the both of you, since you were having your usual evening walk together.

The little walk through the park and back to your apartment was made, for you guys to ramble about the time you were without each other during the day, bringing up ideas on what to eat for today’s dinner, what movie to watch and who gets to shower first.

But before you could ask Vernon the: “What movie are we going to watch tonight?” question you were interrupted, by a strange noise.

“The bush made a sound.” You said, your fingers still intertwined with Vernon’s. He just chuckled, shaking his head slightly.

“That was probably just the wind.” He insisted, but you were 100% sure that it wasn’t just the wind. So you stopped walking and just looked at the bush, attentively, making your boyfriend stop in his tracks some seconds after you.

Vernon looked at you fondly, like always, as you continued to stare at the bush. Smiling to himself, and thinking about how you were able to be so precious, at doing the smallest things. His mouth opened, ready to say that you two should continue heading home now.

But suddenly the bush rustled again, and this time there was no wind that could’ve moved the leaves of the bush.

You started to search through the bush, until a sound was heard. A small bark. You looked at Vernon, the same second you heard the bark, and he immediately came closer to you and the bush. Hastily looking through it with you, now.

The hasty search made the little someone walk out the bush and up to you both. A small white dog greeting you both. Walking around your legs, looking at you both and letting out a bark or two. The dog was really trusting towards you both, which was suspicious.

Still, your heart nearly sprung out of your chest after seeing that sweet dog. Your eyes wandering to Vernon‘s.

“Don’t even think about it.” He commented, knowing that those eyes meant you wanted to take that dog home, funny that he thought you‘d listen.

You picked up the small dog, inspecting it, it didn’t have any collar nor was the dog chipped. You looked around the park, searching for someone that potentially looked like the owner of the dog.

Turned out, that only you and Vernon were in sight of the small park though.

“But no one’s here, other than us.” You stated, making Vernon look around too. You told him that you couldn’t just leave that poor baby here if no one was there, and it could be dangerous.

So that’s how you both ended up taking that dog home and asking your neighbor, Seungcheol, for dog food, since he owned a dog himself. He gave you both some tips on how to act around the dog, telling you not to be too pampering if the dog already had an owner.

After some time of being in your apartment with the small hound, you sighed softly, looking at Vernon. “How could someone let this small dog out alone? He could’ve gotten ran over, if he ran on the streets.” Subconsciously pouting as you these words left your lips.

“Let’s maybe not think about that, shall we?” Your boyfriend said, as he looked at you. Seeing you sat down on the floor as you gently patted the dog while it ate. “We should visit the animal shelter with..” Vernon looked at the dog. “- with her tomorrow.” He added.

He was right, even if you already loved that dog, you had to bring it to the shelter. Otherwise the real owner would be worried about their pet. And you didn’t want that, so you nodded and got up from the floor. Looking at the dog, again.

You went up to Vernon, who had turned his attention back to cooking, and hugged him from behind. Intertwining your fingers around his belly. “What if the dog has no owner?” You mumbled into his back.

“I don’t know, we’ll see when we find out, baby.” He answered, softly. Holding your intertwined hands, that rested on his waist with one hand, and stirring the pot with the other.

On one hand you hoped the dog had an owner who took care of her and on the other hand hoping she didn‘t have an owner so you could immediately adopt and take care of her.

The whole time you two ate dinner, a small someone was sitting next to the table and watching you both. You just giggled at the small puppy, since you knew she was waiting for food to fall down from your plate.

Eventually, you let out a sigh and looked at Vernon. “She’s already so clingy..” You cooed, making the small canine shake her tail.

She followed you both around, everywhere. Resting in your lap as you and Vernon both watched the movie you both finally decided on, when Vernon was cooking, after being interrupted in the park.

Walking behind you as you two brushed your teeth and fed her a bit leftover unseasoned chicken breast, which Seungcheol suggested you two to do. Even though Vernon saw it as pampering, Cheol meant it was completely normal. (It was not, his standard was just pampering everything and everyone.)

And even as you two went to bed, she continued to follow you. Also whining in complaint as she couldn’t get up, on her own, since your bed was too high for her to jump up. Making Vernon lift her up gently and placing her in the middle of you two.

The negative thing for the night was that you couldn’t cuddle up to your lovely boyfriend, since you insisted on having the puppy between the two of you. So you just gave each other your three kisses, that always said “I. Love. You”. And later on trying to move less, in order to not wake the two sweet bedmates up.

Waking up with a lovely sight in the morning, and as you looked at your two bedmates, you were already hoping to witness this scene a thousand more times, in the future.

Because seeing your boyfriend’s hand gently draped around the dog and cuddling it, made your heart melt. The dog that was already not just in your, but also in his’ heart, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

“Vernon, love, we have to get up.” You whispered, running your fingers through his fluffy hair. Making your boyfriend groan slightly, adding a small ‘just 5 more minutes.’ mumble.

So after more than just 5 minutes (30 minutes later, to be exact) you two got up. Shuffling to the kitchen, to make some toast and coffee together, and lastly: feeding the small princess,(Vernon’s sudden made up nickname, for the dog, not yours) her well deserved, breakfast called dog food.

So when you and Vernon arrived at the animal shelter he could already see you sulking. “I know it’s not what you want, but there could be an owner that’s feeling completely lost and missing his dog, hmm?” He spoke gently, caressing your cheek and earning a nod from you.

The receptionist greeted you both with a kind smile, asking what she could do for the both of you. Vernon kindly told her the situation, letting you stand next to him quietly as you both held hands, looking around the room, to take in the posters and the small tv that played various vet ads.

Until your eyes stumbled across a small poster that was up on the entrance wall, saying that a white young dog would be missing and that it was still owned by the animal shelter. The shelter’s contact number written next to it as big as possible.

You turned to the receptionist, accidentally cutting both your boyfriend and her off. “I’m sorry, did we bring the dog here that ran away from this shelter? Because we found her yesterday in the park” You asked quickly, not having noticed that the receptionist already found it weird that ‘our dog’ looked like theirs which ran away.

That’s why the dog was so trusting, she saw different faces probably every day and was playful with everyone since many people played with her at the shelter.

Beginning to speak, Vernon was already able to predict what you were about to say. “So, if the dog is still owned by the shelter, it has no ‘real’ owner, right?”

“Yeah, she’s still up for adoption. We also hadn’t chipped her because she ran off on the first day, and we couldn’t get the vets to come sooner. That’s why we didn’t find her. She’s a crazy spirit and she’s extremely playful, but after some time she also just wants to rest and cuddle.” The woman kindly spoke.

Vernon already saw you looking at him, for the nth time already. “Could we adopt her? When we found her yesterday she was so happy to be with us and was already clingy and everything.” You shot word after word at the woman in front of you.

Making Vernon squeeze your hand in order to tell you to calm down.

She replied that you and Vernon, could adopt the small dog. Though it would take some time, because they had to make sure you both could take care of the dog properly.

And you were ready to do everything that was necessary for that lovely dog to be yours, not only Vernon knew. But the receptionist could sense the exact same thing.

Two weeks of visiting the shelter everyday and giving the receptionists the needed informations that they wanted paid off. Because after patiently waiting, the shelter made some last checks and finally got her ready to join you both.

You gave her the name Nini. And Nini was now the new family member in your very small family.

Being now part of both your and Vernon’s daily routines, the evening walk and now a new thing: the morning walk! Which you both wake up for everyday, so Nini can get outside after the night and you two have your coffee to take outside with. And whine about working, especially the fact about being away from each other.

Your dog was the small baby that made Vernon and you feel like parents. Showing her off to your friends, playing with her at the park on the weekends, taking her everywhere and even going out with your neighbor to go on dog walks together.

Nini was your everything, and even though Vernon didn’t look that excited at first, it came out that he was the biggest dog dad ever. Under one condition.

And that condition would live with you three in a week.

“Did you get the cat food?” Vernon asked, earning a hum from you as you prepared some things for the feline that would join soon.

“We’ll be 4 people in this household then!” You said to yourself, making Vernon, of course, correct you. Two humans, two pets, that’s what he said.

You turned to him, waiting for him to look at you. And as he looked at you, you attacked spoke. “What if it were 3 humans and two pets?” Grinning as you spoke.

Vernon’s eyes widened.

“What?” Was all you heard before you giggled at your boyfriend.

[a/n] Definitely NOT proofread, and I know it’s kinda terrible. But I really found this scenario so cute and when it popped into my head so I just had to write it. But since it’s Vernon’s and dk’s birthday I needed something to post and since I already did dk I did Vernon this time.😭😇

But anyway I hope you like it, have a great day, love you. ☺️

If anyone wants to be added to my taglist, just text me and I’ll add you. And if you liked it, you could reblog it too. If you feel like it. 💞

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Who Am I Really?

Chapter 1

Fandom: Aquaman

Pairing: Ormxfemale!Reader

Warnings: violence and attack in this chapter

Summary: Orm is traipsing around the surface when he decides to visit an animal shelter. While there Atlanteans soldiers attack. Orm is able to fight them off before they can report him back to Atlantis, but in the process he loses his memory

Notes: Hello! This is one of 2 fics that I will be posting! This one will be posted daily in the morning. I hope you enjoy! Comments/critiques are appreciated!

Orm Marius was many things. He was a disgraced king, a mighty warrior, a proud Atlantean, but a good surface dweller he was not. He couldn't figure out why they did so many stupid things. Why did they throw out perfectly good food? Why didn't more of them know how to grow things, how to make things? He had grown up with servants yet he knew how to grow his own food, mend his own armor and clothes, make sure there was not unnecessary waste. He couldn't understand why surface dwellers weren't taught these simple things. He wandered the land, learning more about the corruption and hatred they held also. Arthur liked this place? His own mother loved someone from this hell hole? How? Then he started noticing something else. He noticed community gardens that were flourishing, with volunteers helping to harvest and give the food to those in need. Atlantis could learn from that. For all their merits about being environmentally conscious and able to take care of themselves they didn't do as well taking care of each other. He saw a news story on one of those TV's about a house fire and neighbors coming together to raise money to make sure the family affected could build a new house quickly, offering their own homes to stay in while they waited. And finally, he found a person who did something he could not even imagine. This person saved animals. Marine life seemed never ending to Atlanteans. They would eat every part of the creature but they weren't pets. When his first animal companion, a sea turtle, had died, his father had found him mourning and had made sure he understood that animals were nothing to mourn. The scars on his back were enough that he never mourned another creature again. This woman fascinated him.

He entered her shelter, a small compound by a lake he had been camping around, just to watch her and how she interacted with the small creatures. She smiled happily at him, introducing herself.

"I'm Y/N, can I have your name and reason for your visit? Are you just looking or adopting?" she asked, bringing up a clipboard. Orm frowned a moment.

"I'm Orm," he said finally, knowing this surface dweller wouldn't know who he was from anyone else coming in. "I was just looking, never had a pet before, wondering what all the fuss is about." Y/N nodded, writing his name down and pulling a sticker off the clipboard. She put the nametag on his chest. "What is that for?"

"In case you need help, I just met you, I'm not going to remember your name after one meeting," she said. That was a lie. She had seen Orm's blue eyes and knew she wasn't going to forget him, but she still needed to be professional. Orm nodded slowly and she blushed a little, making him smile. She was pretty and by the blush he figured she might find him pretty as well.

"What is the purpose of this place?" he asked. She smiled a friendly smile now, it lit up her face. She waved him through to a door towards barking.

"I started this shelter slash adoption center around five years ago. I've always wanted to help animals but wasn't really smart enough to be a vet, not steady-handed enough to be a groomer, so here I am, trying to save strays and get them into forever-homes," she said, walking them through a hallway with what looked like dog apartments in it. "This is the inside sleeping area, it links to the outside through that little door. In the summer we keep it open all the time, the outside area is contained and they can sleep or just sit out there as long as they want." Orm stooped down by a few of the dogs, looking into their eyes. They looked well fed, even happy. They had some toys, blankets, beds, everything you needed to be comfortable. Just no home. Orm understood that right now. He followed Y/N as she moved to the next area. She finished the tour of the dog wing before standing by another door. "Would you like to see the lakeside play area? I'm really proud of that."

"Ya, let's take a look," he said. He didn't know why he was so pulled to this place, to this person, but it felt like home here, among these other strays. He felt welcomed and like he could be happy here. They stepped outside and he stared. The lake was shimmering in the early sunset, glittering. It was clean, not like other lakes he had seen, and there was a large fenced in area that had dog play equipment and even went so far that the dogs could run into the shallow water if they wanted. "This is nice."

"Ya, I love animals, but I love the water too. There's something so freeing about floating, letting the waves carry all your worries away with them," Y/N said. She frowned, squinting her eyes as she looked over the water. "Is someone swimming?" she muttered. Orm frowned, looking closer. Atlanteans. Three of them. Soldiers if the gear they were wearing was any indication.

"Go inside, lock the doors," he said. If his tone wasn't so commanding she might have argued but Y/N did as told, going inside and locking the doors. She started even getting the dogs inside and locking the doggy doors to that side of the compound. She then sat in a corner and waited, listening to the sounds of a fight, something beyond a human brawl, going on outside.

Orm surveyed the three soldiers around him. He had a chance against 3, anymore he might have had real trouble, but 3 he could handle. They all pounced at once, but even without a weapon, he was ready. He bent, building the strength in his legs, and when he felt hands from the first attacker he twisted, bringing his fist up, sending the first soldier flying back several feet, knocking him into a tree, forcing his sword out of his hands. Orm would need to get that before the soldier fully recovered. He turned his focus to the other two, kicking one backward as he moved to grab him, then punching the other in the stomach to double him over before bring his elbow down on the back of the neck, disabling the water apparatus to suffocate him. That was one who was completely down now. He turned, seeing the first soldier scrambling to get to his weapon. Orm ran faster, grabbing it and slicing. Two soldiers were taken care of. Now just the last one. He turned, seeing the other one with a pulsar of some type. Orm looked around, grabbing the body of the Atlantean he had slain, throwing it towards the other one. He caught the body and fell back, rolling into the lake. The body drifted off on its own while the still living attacker recovered. Orm moved to the other body he had created, throwing it as well. Y/N didn't need a mess when she came back out. The attacker dodged this one, moving to climb out of the water again. Orm repositioned the sword, getting ready to throw it. Just as he launched it at the final attacker, the attacker fired the energy weapon, hitting Orm in the chest and knocking him back into the solid wall of the shelter. The last thing Orm saw was the attacked falling, sword impaled in him, into the water and sinking. Then Orm himself sinks into darkness.

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[Atlas arrives at the house around midday on Winterfest. Asher had come up a day earlier and was waiting for him on the porch with his dog at his side.]

Asher: Hello handsome

[He says this with a slight smile and a wink knowing it will make Atlas both cringe and blush at the same time.]

[Atlas, both cringing and blushing, rolls his eyes and runs up the steps, greeting Asher with a kiss.]

Atlas: Hi

[The dog begins to howl, clearly offended at being ignored.]

Atlas: This must be Jasper. Asher: Sure is. Atlas: Too bad you’re not allowed a dog in your apartment. Asher: Ah, wouldn’t be fair to him even if they did. He has so much room to run here. I wouldn’t feel right bringing him to the city.

[When they make their way inside, Atlas is grateful to see that, aside from an infant cooing and sputtering in the living room, the house is empty, giving him a moment to acclimate before having to socialize.]

Asher: My parents and sister are down the road visiting the neighbor. I’m on baby duty until they get back. Atlas: Is that Iris’s baby? Asher: Yep, I’m officially an uncle. Atlas: Congratulations. Asher: [smiling proudly] Thank you.

[While Asher sets the table and cleans up a bit, Atlas wanders the room, taking everything in.]

[It’s not long before his family returns and the house comes to life. He’s greeted with smiles and hugs from each of them, feeling almost overwhelmed at how kind and warm they all are. He realizes he’d expected them to act cold or tense around him now that he was Asher’s boyfriend rather than friend, but if anything, they are even sweeter than before.]

[No one even bats an eye when Asher reaches over and puts a hand on his during dinner. They just carry on eating and laughing and sharing stories. Soon, he finds himself joining in and laughing along with them.]

[Eventually, Atlas sneaks away to find a quiet spot to reset. To his surprise, Jasper follows and hops up on the bench with him. He’s not used to dogs. In fact, he’s never had a pet of any kind before, so he isn’t sure what to do. But when Jasper lays next to him, he decides to let him stay. Soon the dog rests his head in Atlas’s lap and lets his full weight relax into the side of him. Something about this makes Atlas’s body relax as well, and he decides then and there that he’d like to have a dog of his own one day.]

Asher: You always know how to find the best hiding places, don’t you? Atlas: It’s a gift.

Asher: Aw and you have friend this time. Atlas: Gah! You woke him up! [laughing as Jasper reaches up to lick his face] Asher: [laughing] Sorry!

[Asher calls the dog off the bench and gives him some pets before sending him out of the room.]

[He takes a seat next to Atlas, and looks at him for a moment, trying to decipher his expression.]

Asher: How are you doing? Atlas: Good. Just thinking. Asher: What about? Atlas: Is your family always like this? Asher: Like what? Atlas: So… nice. Asher: [laughs] Yeah, they’re always like that. Is it too much? Atlas: No, it’s great…

Asher: Mhm. So, what’s on your mind? Atlas: Have they always been this supportive? Like, your transition and being queer and everything. Asher: Yeah. I mean, they didn’t always understand, and there were some bumps in the road, but we worked through it. At the end of the day, they just want me to be happy. And I’m clearly much happier now.

Atlas: That’s… amazing. You know how lucky you are? Asher: Believe me, I do. Atlas: I can’t even imagine. Asher: Yeah? What’s your story?

Atlas: Ough, the opposite. I knew what my parents, and pretty much everyone, would say if they found out I was gay, so I kept it secret until I graduated and was ready to go off to college. Dawn and I had pretty much already decided we were leaving and never going back. Maybe I didn’t even need to come out to them, I could’ve just left, but I was tired of hiding. It felt like, if I could come out to them, then I’d never have to hide again.

Asher: What’d they say?

Atlas: Pretty much what I expected them to. [scoffs] They even tried to send me to a camp. Asher: A camp? Atlas: Conversion therapy. Asher: What the fuck? I thought that was illegal. Atlas: Still happens. At least in our small community. Asher: How could anyone… and to their own kid?

Atlas: [shrugs] You’d be surprised. Anyway, so, we left. We haven’t seen or spoken to anyone since. Not just our parents, but aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, everyone. Asher: So, when you said you lost everyone that was ever important to you… Atlas: Everyone, but Dawn. Asher: I’m sorry. Atlas: It’s okay. It’s for the best, honestly.

[Asher leans back and pulls Atlas to him, letting him lay down, and running his fingers through his hair.]

Asher: Well, now you have me. And my family really likes you, y’know. Atlas: I like them too. In fact, if we ever break up, I’m keeping them. Asher: [laughs] I’m sure we can figure out some kind of custody arrangement. Atlas: Maybe.

Asher: Though, if you keep planning for our breakup, you’re gonna start hurting my feelings. Atlas: Sorry. Force of habit. Asher: Well, we’ll have to break that habit, ‘cause you’re stuck with me. I’m not going anywhere. Atlas: Me either. Asher: Good… We’ll have to go back in soon, if you’re up for it. Atlas: Yeah, just five more minutes. Asher: Sure.

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Cowboy Take Me Away

Pairing: Cowboy!Bob Floyd x Cowgirl!fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, thumb sucking, oral (male receiving), face fucking, slight overstimulation, it’s dirty... but its also short, not edited

A/N: cowboy!bob... orgasm! anyways, this is inspired by Cowboy Take Me Away by The Chicks

Bobby just got back from deployment earlier this week and with the problems all around the property, I haven’t been able to welcome him back.

His family and mine have been neighbors since before we both were born.

“Hey hun, it’s our turn to feed the horses. I gotta get to town, can you do it?” my dad asked as he was looking around the house for his truck keys.

“Umm sure I guess.” I shrugged my shoulders as I slipped on my boots and putting on my trucker hat.

“Thanks! And maybe go say hi to Robert, i’m sure he’d like to see you.” he pushed the bill of my hat and left the door with a chuckle.

I quickly headed to the garage starting up the quad, my dog Boomer running in circles ready for the ride.

I hopped on and drifted out of the drive way and onto the acres of grass, Boomer running behind me as his ears flopped repeatedly.

Five minutes later, I parked in front of the wooden and brick stable. The doors already fully opened, I walked in making sure to check all of my sides.

Boomer running ahead of me, taking a sharp turn and barking. There was the mystery man, getting ready to wheel out the food for the stallions but petting Boomer with one hand.

“Bobby?” I called out to the man in a tight shirt, Wrangler jeans, and a cowboy hat.

He turned around, squinting to see who it was. As I walked closer, I can tell by his facial expressions that he realized it was me.

“Y/n!” he dropped the barrel of alfalfa and took long strides at me with a big smile on both of our faces.

I welcomed him with open arms, his arms hugging tight and his body warm against me.

He steps away and places his hands on his hips. “Booms almost had me in the bone orchard.” he bent down, scratching behind my furry companions ear.

“What are you doing here? I was gon come by and visit you.” I playfully scolded him as he began wheeling the food out to the aisle.

“I was gon take Pilot on a ride but saw that they’ve done ate all their food.” he was talking more like he was from California, his drawl barely there.

“Mind if I join?” I asked, hoping he gave the okay.

“Of course you can.” he smiled, opening up the gate of stall and scooping the pellets.

I helped him feed all eight horses in the herd stables that’s shared amongst our two families and the two across from us.

We both grabbed our separate horses and readied them up, putting on their head piece and saddles.

We pulled them out of the stables and mounted.

“Where to Bobby?” we slowly galloped as we decided on where to ride to.

“Cubby?”

My eyes lit up and my cheeks hurt from smiling when I heard of our childhood treehouse our fathers partnered up on building for us.

We signaled our rides to trot and head towards the playhouse.

Once we arrived, we tied up our horses to the base of the tree then we climbed on up. The wood was rickety, yet steady and sturdy still after all these years.

We walked around the small house, looking at all our old toys and carving, opening up the windows to see the view of our neighboring lands.

“I haven’t been up here in like 8 years” I whispered, swiping my finger along the dusty plastic table.

“I forgot this even existed until I saw you.” he chuckled. I can feel heat creep up onto my the apples of my cheeks.

I saw down onto the old plastic table that my dad added when we were younger, Bob leaned against the railing of the window with his back towards the view.

“How's umm uh.. Jeremy? That's his name right?” he squinted his eyes are the possible mistake of the name.

“Oh I broke up with him.” I went straight to the point of my past relationship.

“Really?” he asked, his eyes wider than before.

“Yep, I finally realized that he was just using me” his eyebrows furrowed from heading what that son of a bitch did. “Didn’t like him that much anyways.”

I shrugged my shoulders and Bob chuckled quietly.

“How about you? Any lucky Navy lady?” I asked, kicked my feet up onto the table and holding them to my chest.

“Nope.” he popped the ending of the word.

“What?” I yelled out in surprised. “You? Robby? Robert Floyd doesn't have a Navy Lady?”

I was in literal shock, my mouth open and jaw on the floor.

“Robby, please don't tell me you didn't fuck someone at least once while you were deployed.” I looked at him with wide eyes, waiting for his answer.

This was a typical conversation between us, it’s been like this since he told me about his first time jerking off in middle school.

“I just used my hand and pillow.” his hands rubbed across his face, normal signs showing that he was embarrassed.

“You're joking with me!” I had my hand covering my mouth, my feet now dangling off the little kiddie table.

“I’m not.” now rubbing at the nape of his neck.

“How about I help you and you help me?” I outed, keeping my eyes on him to see his reaction.

“What’d you say?” he crossed his arms.

“I haven't gotten off since I broke up with Jeremy a month ago, and well you were deployed for like 8 weeks without a proper orgasm.” I told him our struggles.

I can tell by the look on his face that he thought I was absolutely going mad. His face also looked like he wasn't opposed to the idea.

“I- I don't know about this.” he stuttered out, his eyes flickered all around the room.

“Bobby, we’ve been best friends since we popped out of the womb. You’ve seen my naked a handful of times.” I looked at him with darkened eyes.

His demeanor changed, his back straightened up and lips curled into a smirk. He was deep in his thoughts, thinking about everything we can do, every position, and everywhere we could do it.

I knew that Bob had a crush on me when we were in high school when we both started to mature and get horny. We never had sex, but those many parties that I forced him to come with me to turned into something. Little make out sessions in the corner of the parties to dry humping on the nasty couch until one of us came. He always made sure I didn't drink much because he didn't want to haul my ass back into the truck.

I would be lying if I said that I was never attracted to Bob and that I never fantasized about him. Bob has it all, the brains, the look, the charm, and he’s my best friend.

“Look, I don't want to fuck if you're just using me to get over Jeremy.” he was stern, his arms crossed and legs spread apart. I couldn't tell if I was drooling or not.

I was taken back by his words. “Robert, you know I would never use you. I would never treat you the way that son-of-a-bitch Jeremy treated me.” I jumped off the kiddie table and made slow steps towards his figure.

His chin was down but his eyes were watching every step I took.

“Im gonna be honest here Bobby.” I stopped with a foot between us. “I was happy to hear that you didn't touch another gal. Happy that no other girl has made you cum.”

The way he leaned against the window, his jeans tight against his spread out legs, his shirt tight in all the right places. He looked like a God.

“You got a dirty mouth.” he mumbled out.

My head tilted to the side with dumb little smirk. “Im sorry what’d you say?”

His hand came up to my face, his warm thumb against my bottom lip. “I said that you got a dirty mouth.”

His eyes were eyeing my lips, watching his thumb rub against my lips as my eyes watched him.

“You gonna shut me up? Huh Robby?” I whispered out before he put his thumb between my lips, dragging on the edge of my teeth.

“Oh I’m gonna shut you up hun.” He grumbled out. My lips wrapped around his thumb, sucking on it and tongue moving around.

His tongue rolled against the inner part of his cheek, chuckling at my action.

He removed his thumb from my mouth, rubbing my saliva on my lips and cheek as he used his other hand to lower me down to my knees. I looked up at him with big eyes, my bottom lip caught in my teeth, and my hand palming him through his jeans.

His groans were heaven. The way he reacted even though there’s two layers between my hand and his cock.

His hips bucked into my hand, telling me to get a move one. Both of my hands fumbled with his belt, the big buckle making it harder so he had to take over as my hands sat on the back of his knees.

Once his jeans hit the floor, my hands immediately reached up to the elastic waistband of his boxers that showed his prominent bulge. I brought my lips down to his adonis belt, leaving a wet peck as I pulled down the cloth. His cock grazed my cheek as it slapped against his stomach.

I whimpered at the sight of his dick. Red pulsing tip with the pearls of pre-cum on the tip. The thick vein on the bottom and just the right amount of little hairs.

I was hungry for his cock. I wanted to taste him. I was eager.

My hand wrapped around the base and the tip passed my lips. My tongue getting a taste of him which made me hum, sending vibrations up his body.

“Lookin so pretty, doll.” he said with a little fight to his voice, trying not to be so loud.

I took him further into my mouth, my tongue trailing the thick vein as his tip hit the back of my throat. I gagged around him which made his moan out.

The noises he made were fuel.

“F-fuck! Doing s-so good for me!” he praised as my hand and mouth worked together to have him reach the edge.

His hands were holding my hair, trying his best to not push my head down. I didn't want that.

I brought my hand to his on the back of my head, showing him that he can take control. He understood and immediately started pushing my face into his pelvis as his hips thrusted to my lips.

I was a gagging mess with tears staining my cheeks and my saliva running down my chin and neck.

I can tell he was close by his contorting face and the stutter of his lips.

I hallowed my cheeks and sucked on him, my hand cupping his balls. Giving a little pressure as he thrusted into my throat.

“Im gonna cum! Fuck!” he held my face against him, his cock fully down my throat as I was gagging and breathing through my nose.

He shot his cum down my throat, rubbing my scalp with his fingers.

He pulled out of my mouth, my lips sucking his harder and following him trying to get more from him. Trying to milk him but he kept hissing from how sensitive he was.

His cock was soft in front of my face. He looked down at me with his hair sticking to his forehead as his chest fell and rose. His smirk still plastered on his face.

I opened my mouth to show him that I swallowed all of his cum. He threw his head back with a groan, his cock getting hard again from my action.

He looked back down at me, his hands cradled my jaw as he pulled me up onto my feet. His lips attacked mine, tasting himself on my lips and tongue.

My hand reached his dick again, stroking him and paying attention to the tip. He was moaning into the kiss.

“Fuck baby!” he pulled my hand away from him. “Im too sensitive right now.”

We both chuckled as we kissed again, tucking him back into his boxers.

“Next time I got you.” he mumbled into my lips.

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Could you pretend you love me? Pt. 2

Soap x Fem Reader

This mission turned into a competition between you and Johnny to see who can pretend better, your little Emma is enjoying too much this false family time.

Warning: Spelling and grammatical errors. Long chapter, but it's romantic, I hope you like it.

You went to pick Emma from school, it was a free week, so she would be with you and Johnny. She was so excited, looking through the window all the new places in her new neighborhood.

- Emma, I want you to be a good girl please.

- For sure! Y/n Can we go to the beach and the park later? Oh look! There's a lot of trees! I want to climb too!

- I think so, everything depends on you, if you're good we will visit all those places today.

- Oh yessss! Y/n, is that the house!? Oh look! There he is!!!

Johnny was in the garden of the house, shirtless, you never thought about what he would look like naked, until then, he certainly has a good abdomen, you've seen his arms a thousand times but they looked stronger than ever today, he was watering the plants and grass. As soon as he saw your car, he ran to put his t-shirt, you parked and the little Emma ran out of the car.

- Johnny!!!!

He smiled at her and kneeled, Emma jumped on his arms and both hugged each other, they really looked like Father and daughter.

- Heyyy Emma! You're finally here! Welcome home!!!

You were staring at them, the warm feeling and those strange sensations in your stomach appeared again so you simply decided to look at somewhere else.

- Why didn't you go with y/n to pick me up?

- Well, y/n didn't tell me, she said she would go to the grocery store. But the next time I'll go, I promise. Ok?

- Pinky promise?

- pinky promise

You blushed, you thought he wouldn't like to go, that's why you said that. The three of you were walking to the house when your enemy appeared, he was walking his dog and a little kid was accompanying him.

- hey! Johnny, y/n, wait!!

Soap and you looked at each other, he gave you a short nod.

- Oh hi Jeff, what's up?

- I came to see you, I want to invite you to a pool party this weekend, at my house, take it as a welcoming party, I insist.

- Pool party?.

Emma appeared behind you with a bright smile.

-Oh, so you must be the famous Emma, no?

- Yes sir, nice to meet you.

- Emma, I want you to meet my son, this is Dylan, and the dog is sparky.

«Hi Dylan, I like your dog» «Hi Emma. Do you want to pet it?»

The two children started their own conversation, you were looking at them, mostly to Emma, you never saw her so happy before, since she's under your watch, you've been trying to be there for her, helping and trying to make her happy, and she was, but never like this.

Johnny and Jeff also had their own conversation, so you were just observing interaction, you analyzed, and started to think about what Soap told you In the meeting room the day the mission was announced.

Certainly, Ghost couldn't have a conversation with this man without breaking his bones, Price wouldn't focus with Emma running around the house and well... Maybe Gaz was the other option, but Soap is playing his role so well, you hate to admit but that's the truth.

After a few minutes, your neighbor left and the three of you went inside the house. Emma was fascinated with her new room and technically with the entire house, your apartment is not so fancy as this house.

Johnny and you were planning the next phase of the mission, put trackers, microphones, hidden cameras. You couldn't avoid it, you decided to talk.

- Soap...

- hmm?

- I... I just wanted to say you were right.

- right about what?

- About this, you're doing a great job...

- Ahh, that, well, Thanks y/n, I told you I would make you reconsider your words.

«You could do it better y/n»

Both looked behind, Emma was in the doorframe observing both of you. Soap couldn't resist it, he laughed.

- what? What is it so funny?

- Just... Y/n, Emma just has less than one day and she already notices you don't give a credible actuation.

You scoffed, What? These two think you're not doing a good job?

- What? Are you serious?

- Y/n, I'm a kid and we're easy to fool, and honestly, you don't look very in love with my daddy.

Emma crossed her arms pretending to be offended, Johnny didn't say anything, he was quiet trying to content his laughing.

- Emma, I'm very capable.

Emma simply neglected with the head. Johnny couldn't handle it anymore, he laughed, you punched him, and he continued laughing.

- okay, okay, I'm Sorry Y/n, but Emma is right, you act cold and distant, I know I'm not your type but Could you pretend you love me? You know, lovey dovey?

You were red like a tomato, furious but also embarrassed.

- what do you know about what I like? You will see Soap Mactavish, I'll show you how lovely I can be. You will see too Emma, I'll be the best wife and mom for this family! .

Later you prepared sandwiches and snacks, then you and your family went to the beach, a picnic, volleyball and Emma taking photos with her Instax camera that you gave her a few months ago.

At the park, Emma was playing while Soap and you were sitting on the bench, talking.

- She's amazing.

- Hmm?

- Emma, she's an adorable girl, you're doing a great job.

- I try my best, but yes, she's an amazing daughter.

- Can... Can I ask what happened to her parents?

- A car accident. Emma broke her arm, but her mom... She received all the impact and died instantly. Her father voluntarily gave me Emma's custody, he said he wasn't ready to raise her alone.

- She's better with you. A man who doesn't have the balls to take care of his children, doesn't deserve kids like Emma.

You smiled proudly, observing your little daughter, Soap was watching you, a lock of hair fell and he put it behind your ear, he wouldn't dare to say it loud but he thought you looked beautiful, like a princess, the way your hair fell over your shoulder, your dress and your eyes, everything about you was causing him strong feelings, you interrupted his thoughts.

- So... Mr. Blackwood, is your wife pretending better now?

- Ahh, maybe, I mean... A 10% better.

- Oh really? What do I have to do to make it more credible? Bring you serenade?

- perhaps that could help.

- Alright.

You stood up and started to sing and dance in a silly way, while Emma was taking more photos and Soap was laughing, he really wasn't expecting to see you singing for him.

«I, I'm so in love with you, Whatever you want to do Is all right with me 'Cause you make me feel so brand new, And I want to spend my life with you (...)»

It was a beautiful afternoon, on the way back home the three of you were talking, playing and having fun. It felt real, there was a connection.

Days passed quickly and the pool party day arrived too soon, you and Soap were revising the mission and information that could be useful, also information about your fake marriage, just in case someone asked.

Emma was more than ready to leave, Johnny was too, both were just waiting for you, once you were ready you went downstairs, you were beautiful, you were wearing a light blue dress, your hair in a ponytail, exposing your long neck, very beautiful.

No one said nothing but the way Soap looked at you gave you goosebumps. The party was nice and fancy, you met some neighbors, names that you will investigate later just In case, Johnny was working on putting the trackers and microphones while Emma... Well, Emma was having fun, after all she's just a kid.

The meal time started, everybody was sitting and eating, one of them asked you something you never thought would be important or necessary until now.

«So, John, Y/n, How did you meet?»

- Ah...

- My parents meet in a bar.

Both looked at Emma, she was eating, her view was on her food, she continued talking.

- My daddy tried to invite a drink to my mom but she rejected him. Then tried to invite her to dance but once more, she rejected him. My daddy really wanted to talk with her but she was rejecting him every time. The same night, later, it was karaoke, my daddy was too brave because he's a terrible singer but he said to himself «I need this girl». So he stood up and sang to her, my mom blushed but at the end she finally accepted, my dad always tells me that story, he says my mom looked like an angel that night.

«Awww, your daughter really knows the story of how you meet»

- Yeah, what can I say? I love to tell her about how her mommy stole my heart. She still leaves me breathless.

You blushed and kissed his cheek too close to his lips, you didn't know why you did it but it was late to regret it also you were trying to be a good wife.

«and what was the song you sang for y/n, Johnny?»

- it was... 'are you gonna be my girl', and well... After all, she's my girl.

The conversation continued, all was going well, the mission was going well, In fact, it was going really good, you wondered if you needed to worry or if the enemy was simply too stupid to notice you were acting.

Both of you walked around the house putting all those microphones and cameras, trackers under the cars.

Before leaving you went to the bathroom and asked Johnny to look for Emma, he was looking for her when a woman interrupted his searching.

«Johnny?» «Sophie? Oh god, hi...»

Both were talking when Emma saw him, she felt jealous, Soap is not her real father, but she wouldn't let that woman steal his attention. She hide her shoes and walked barefoot to them.

- Daddy? I can't find my shoes.

Johnny paled and the woman, Sophie, looked at both, she was shocked.

- Is... Are you... Ahh, is she your daughter?

- Ahh... Yes, Sophie, this is Emma, my daughter, Honey, this is my friend Sophie.

- Hi Sophie.

- Hi, oh Johnny When did you marry? Congratulations...

Emma saw the anger in that woman's eyes, but apparently it wasn't enough for her to see Johnny's daughter, Emma ran to look for you.

You went out of the bathroom and Emma was quick to hold your hand taking you where Johnny was.

- Emma where are your shoes? Johnny, I told you to... Oh, sorry.

- Nothing to apologize, Y/n, this is my friend Sophie. Sophie, this is my wife.

You and her observed each other head to toe, you didn't understand why you were feeling jealous, it was a tense moment.

- Nice to meet you, Sophie.

- Same, you're lucky, Johnny is someone very special and charming...

- I know, that's what I like about my husband...

You looked at Soap smiling and kissed his cheek once again.

- Darling, we have to go, Emma is very tired, I'll go to look for her shoes while you say goodbye.

You didn't look at the woman, simply left them there while you were helping Emma, who magically found her shoes before you started to look for them. Once at home, Soap was intrigued by your reaction, he wouldn't sleep until you explained to him what happened there.

Emma was asleep while you were in the kitchen, working, investigating all the guests of the party and observing the cameras.

- Ah... What happened today?

- We went to a pool party and planted cameras and stuff like that.

- ha-ha, you know what I'm trying to say.

- Umm, no, I don't.

- You kissed me almost on the lips, then you... I don't know, you acted jealous when you saw me with Sophie.

- I was merely... Playing my part.

- y/n, that's not... You weren't faking it.

- Why would I be jealous of that girl? You said it a few days ago, you're not my type, I don't have reasons to be jealous of her, and even if you were my type i... I wouldn't be jealous because at the moment you belong to me, you're my husband, and my husband wouldn't look at that pretty girl with long legs, big butt and small waist...

- So, indeed you were jealous.

- SOAP! I'm not! Could you please stop that, we have work to do, ok?

He simply nodded and sat in front of you, both working in silence, the next day Emma went back to the school, both pretending to be okay in front of her but the elephant in the room was getting bigger. Both were talking only for the necessary, one of you needed to do something to fix this but as the two of you have their pride and also a personality hard to handle, it looked impossible.

You were in Emma's room, folding the clean laundry, when Johnny knocked, you didn't say a word, he just put a CD and some photos, in Emma's bed.

- Emma asked me to print some photos of her week with us, she said it is a gift for you.

- And the CD?

- That's mine, take it as my way to apologize, I didn't mean to make you angry. I was just trying to understand what happened that day.

He left the room and you sat on the bed, thinking about it, you were jealous, but why? You still don't know, or... You're still trying to fool yourself.

You saw the photos, Emma really captured the moments together, then, the CD, it has a note written «Songs that remind me of you».

What's going on between you and him?.

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solluve · 2 years

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Domsetic Luxiem Headcanons!! ahshuaduw

not proofread!!! mentions of spiders, squishing spider, ew spider ────────────────────────

vox

CANT DO SHIT TBH like "oh he's a housewife" he's not. Like sure, hell clean and cook BUT HE ONLY DOES IT WHEN YOU TELL HIM TO he messes with u to Like

"oh can u clean the bedroom?"

"wdym.. my demonic aura cleansed everything already."

WE DIDNT MEAN SPIRITUALLY GO CLEAN IT When you force him to, he actually does a good job!! Like clothes are folded, floors are swept and there's a huge ass pile of clothes in ur closet!! MF GTE UR ASS OVER HERE HES HOT BUT HES NOT GETTING AWAY he also likes to meditate but like.. isolated. If you disturb him he's gonna make YOU sleep on the couch half joke he might tho He takes pride into his meditation, you would want peace and quiet too yk?! but if u guys have a pet, he'll let that mf disturb him any dayy why does a dog get special privileges UR THE ONE WHO PAYS 50% OF RENT he prob has those doobermans he probably also bribed the apartment facility to let him in I'm like 100% sure that dog is here illegally but he loves the dog and you do too! partly. he can't dance for the life of him however it's it's embarrassing HE COULD DO TRADITIONAL DANCING !! but don't hit him up with some 21st century shit he'll look like he's got it and then fall mid way. gotta get his old as the the hospital HIS BONES CRACKED.

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shu

ehe hes everything we wanted yall !! I'm joking. This mf DOESNT KNOW SLEEP like you'll be going to get a drink at 3am and then straight up see some demonic looking figure in the hall its just him trying to fix some shit HE BREAKS THINGS JUST SO HE CAN FIX THEM

"how did the...light break?"

"ion know but what I do know is that I can fix it!"

CATCH HIM ON THE SERCUIRTY CAMERAS hes useful tho in thay aspect!! your landlord ain't getting any money from damages. Dishwasher broke? Hes on it !! The TV isn't working as well? hes on it !! this is an ad for shu yamino services go support him He also does wack as shit at 3am Yk how I said he was fixing something at night while u were getting a drink? He was fixing A SPIDER. SPIDER he said "oh !!! I stepped on him so I wanted to help him!" HOW U GON FIX THAT HOW DID HE EVEN KNOW HE STEPPED ON IT You also caught him fixing Christmas tree during December. He laughed and said, "it wasn't bright enough!" a police visited yall 2 hrs later one of ur neighbors called the cops since it was way to bright. He had to make it up with cuddles xoxo, and pay the fine xoxoxo

______ mysta GET GIM AWAY MANS TO FERAL like literally can't do SHIT maid mysta maid mysta!! YOUR MYSTAKEN (do u get the joke) HE JUST RUINS EVERYTHING you just cleaned the floors!! why is FUCKING MUD STAINS ALREADY?!? Like he can't clean, CANTNFUCKING COOK (we all know this.) I DONT even want to elaborate on how bad he cooks. You Handel the cleaning, cooking, and what does he do? he def ain't sitting there pretty (ugly/j) instead, he opts to get the money and shit !! But like It's concerning Like last time I checked he had money to pay rent and all that but....he had to much money left. More than usual. Your guys Financials were good dwdw! BUT HOW HE GONNA HAVE THOUSANDS LEFT HES SELLING DRUGS/ the obvious explanation and that his freinds make him do crazy ass stunts and give him money/j "do a flip off that porch. 10$ mf." LMFAOO he's also just...insane. You'll wake up at 3am again to see him on the phone with elmo LMFAOOO THOSE APPS THAT SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF CHILDREN IT SCARES HIM TO you'll hear the most frightful voice just like "when do you want the money?! PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE" you have to hack in a delete that app for the mfer to sleep at night. He'll boast like "I'm not afraid of that shit it's all fake!" wait till u put a elmo plush on his bed ______

Luca YAHH HES SO EUSHWUS he's so cute omg but so messy. LIKE HE CAN CLEAN AFTER HIMSELF BUT HE HAS A HYPER MINDSET so it's like one thing after another, he can't slow down to clean. It's not that bad to clean after him, he doesn't make a bad bad mess. BUT HE DEF NEEDS TO LEARN TO TAKE A BREAK Nothing is shecduled either. It's just like, do this, then that, then this, the profit all of our belongings to sushang(ehe love her) But when he comes home from a long day.. omg Let me elaborate HE WAS CUDDLY ALWAYS BUT HES JUST extra extra cuddly he dosent want to do shit. he'll drag you from whoever you are and force you on the couch/bed and yall with just stay there Maybe for ever HE JUST FALLS ALSEEP SO EASILY like it's kinda concerning hyper energetic turing anemic at any possible moment he has he'll drag you along all the time for those moments He doesn't even speak he just mumbles and occasionally huffs out of relief he so cute omg but then THEN WHEN HES HYPER AGAIN HE WILL BODY SLAM YOU ONTO THE BED OR SOFA AGAIN CHILL THIS AINT THE WWE he doesn't know how strong he is omg.

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Ike FIANLLY THE MOST LIKE REASONABLE MAN OUT OF EVERYONE but he's like a neat freak also, Like....did u just leave a fucking go gurt on the table when you went to get ur phone? DIRTY ASS MF !!!! he just wants to make sure the house is clean some people say, "your house reflects you" And I think that's true but!! he we we all know he gon snap THE MFER HE NEEDS TO PUT UP WITH his freinds trying be likebthe power rangers or some shit I find it funny they are just all different colors palettes BUT HES GREAT !! HE COOKS, CLEANS, ACTUALLY HAS CALM HOBBIES did I say calm mbmb let's not forget his karaoke SKILLS HELLO??? THE SCREAMING HE CAN DO THE AMOUNT OF TIMES U GUYS GOT NOISE COMPLAINTS nobody would've guess it was from him. he just smiles, aplogizes and hands over the money he handing over the money so willingly cause that mf KNOWS IT WAS HIS FAULT but he don't give a shit LMFAOO he'll shut the door, wait a little, then start cursing out the neighbors in Swedish he's he's scary. he's literally like those innocent ass looking dogs names princesses that's a devil in secret he's ur devil in secret tho <33

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echo-goes-mmm · 7 months

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Divine Intervention AU #9

Masterpost

Warnings: none

Ambrose had transformed his fabric front door into a solid wooden one, and in hindsight that was a mistake. It was juicy bait to his more… nosy neighbors.

“Ambrose!” called Emry from the door. “Open up, kiddo! We haven’t seen you in weeks!”

Ambrose sighed. He opened the door to find both Emry and Mael on his doorstep. Emry threw his arms around Ambrose. Okay, he couldn’t turn down one of Emry’s hugs. They were just so nice.

“It’s been a week, if that. And you’re not that much older than me.”

“Oh, Ambrose,” said Mael, smiling. “You’re never going to win that one.”

“Mhm. What brings you both to visit?”

Emry grinned. “I heard you brought home a friend. Can I meet him? I brought a present!” He procured a stuffed mouse toy from his pocket.

“Emry, did you think I got a cat?” laughed Ambrose. Emry pouted.

“Well, Cato wasn’t really specific.”

“Does that mean I won?” interrupted Mael. He held up his hand, which had a dog chew in the shape of a bone. “I totally called it.”

“No way! Ambrose is totally a cat person,” argued Emry.

“Well, both of you are wrong. Elliot is a mortal. And yes, you can meet him, but he’s skittish, so tone it down a little. And no weapons!” Mael vanished his sword.

He led them inside, where Elliot was working on a jigsaw puzzle. He looked up at them, startled.

“Pet, this is Mael-” Mael waved- “and this is Emry. They’re friends of mine.”

“Well hi there, kiddo!”

“Um. Hello.”

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The two gods, Mael and Emry, looked very different from Cato and Ambrose. Their eyes were a normal brown and so was their hair. Mael was muscular and toned, and he looked like one of those old statues in his white and red toga.

Emry was short for a god, and was the opposite of lean and lanky. He also wore a toga, but his was powder blue and he had freckles all over.

Elliot wasn’t sure about Mael, but he immediately liked Emry.

“I’m going to make some tea,” said Ambrose. He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving him alone with the others. Uh oh.

“So,” said Mael, flopping down on the couch. “Where ya from?”

“Uh. Azoth, sir,” He made a face.

“Don’t be rude, Mael,” Emry chastised. “I’m sure it’s a very nice place.”

“It’s a slaver’s country, Emry.”

“Oh.”

Emry sat on the nearest armchair. “How did you meet Ambrose?”

“I was about to be sacrificed on his altar, and he didn’t want me to die.”

“Oh.”

They lapsed into silence.

“So do you like living here?” asked Mael.

“Yes. It’s very nice. I like the koi pond,” he said.

“Oh!” exclaimed Mael, “I conjured that. The fountain took a bit of work but I think I blended the stone in well. What do you think of the colors on the fish? I picked the color pallet from mortal fish of course-” Mael went on about the fish as Ambrose brought in the tea.

“He can go on for hours,” stage-whispered Ambrose. Emry snorted into his cup.

“Hey!” said Mael, in what was clearly mock-offense. “He brought it up.”

“It’s a very nice pond, sir. And the fish are very pretty.”

Mael beamed. “At least someone appreciates what I do.”

“We all love your creations, hun,” said Emry. He turned to Elliot. “I’m glad you’re here. It’s nice to see Ambrose making new friends.”

Ambrose sputtered. “I have plenty of friends!”

“I didn’t mean that,” said Emry, “just that you don’t branch out much. You don’t see the gods outside our little villa very often, and you restrict yourself to the people who come to your temple.” Ambrose frowned.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with that!” he added.

“Nice save, Emry,” said Mael, dryly.

They chatted over his head for a while, and they did include him in conversation, but Elliot just wanted to do the puzzle Ambrose had gotten him. But he was polite, and soon enough Master Ambrose’s friends left.

Master poured himself another cup of tea, and sat quietly for a while as Elliot worked on the puzzle.

“What are you thinking about?” said Ambrose.

“Not much,” he said. But there was something Emry had said that stuck in his mind. He called the place they were living in a “little villa”. And there were even more gods outside of it. He shuddered at the thought. If Ambrose didn’t know all of them, like Emry said, there was nothing between him and getting snatched up.

“Master?”

“Hm?”

“Could… could I have a collar?” Please say yes, he thought. Master Ambrose put down the teacup. Bad sign.

“Why would you want a collar?” Master uncrossed his ankles, leaning towards him.

“I- I just.” He took a deep breath. “Um. There’s a lot of people around.” He fidgeted with the puzzle pieces.

“Do you feel unsafe?” asked Ambrose.

“A little,” he admitted. “Not everybody knows I’m yours.”

Master hummed. “And will a collar help you feel safe?”

Was this a trick question?

“I think so? I could take it off if- if it doesn’t work.”

“Well… I suppose I did promise you could wear whatever you wanted. If you want a collar, I’ll get you one.”

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Ambrose thought it over. He wouldn’t go back on his word, it wouldn’t be fair. Some part of him worried what the others might think, but fuck it. They knew Ambrose better than anyone, and Cato probably already knew he was Elliot’s Master. He overheard Elliot tell Mael and Emry that he was both a sacrifice and from a slaver’s country. It didn’t take a genius to guess what that meant.

No one would think poorly of Ambrose if Elliot started wearing a collar. And aside from Mael, his brother Maelys, or maybe Valerian, no one would comment on it.

If Elliot wanted a collar, Ambrose would get him the best damn collar he could conjure.

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It took a few tries to get it right, but Ambrose was confident Elliot would like it. Soft black leather with a fur lining, it would be comfortable. He made the brass buckle as lightweight as possible, and there was a brass o-ring in front. It was a collar, after all.

He did take the liberty of making the stitching a burnt yellow, so it would blend better with the black. Yellow was his color, and with the serpent sigil carved into the leather, no one could claim they didn’t know Elliot was under his care.

Hopefully it would help Elliot feel protected.

“Treasure,” he called, before stepping into the room, “I got you a present.”

Elliot looked up from his bowl of pasta. His eyes focused in on the leather in Ambrose’s hand. He put down the fork.

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“Is that for me? Really?” he whispered.

“Of course.” Ambrose sat in the chair next to him. Elliot looked closely at it. A snake was carved into the side, and it was so pretty. Intricate and detailed, he could see each scale, and the brass of the ring and buckle was so shiny. Master looped the leather around Elliot’s neck. It was so soft on the inside. Master Ambrose’s fingers brushed the nape of his neck as he fastened the collar.

“How is it?” he asked. He slipped two fingers underneath to test the fit. “Not too tight?”

“It’s perfect, Master. Thank you.”

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miyakuli · 5 months

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Pentiment

The tribunal of Penitence

Pentiment is a narrative point & click game that plunges you into the Middle Ages in the small village of Tassing in the Bavarian Alps. Andreas Maler, a master artist visiting the village to finalize his masterpiece, finds himself embroiled in a murder case coupled with an emerging rift between the peasant population and the neighboring abbey. Will he be able to solve this enigma, or will he stir up even more tension? Our actions and choices will affect Tassing's fate.

❤ A fascinating and entertaining cultural experience, very well documented, and I think it will satisfy history buffs and novices alike (although you don't have to be allergic to reading). ❤ An absolutely charming and well-thought-out art direction; the mix of 2D and illuminated-style drawings works perfectly and fits the medieval atmosphere very well, and I loved that each dialogue bubble had a different type of script (handwritten, printed etc.) or even spelling mistakes to differentiate the characters and their status. I also found the animation very fluid and expressive. OH AND YOU CAN PET CATS AND DOGS BTW

❤ A well-written story spanning several generations, giving us time to get to know the village and its residents, to become attached to them and thus to truly fear for their well-being. The emotional moments then work very well, reinforced by the simple but impactful staging. ❤ Good replayability; as Andreas is limited in time for his investigation, we can't explore all the scenarios in one game. Also, our choices and affinities with the characters can have an impact on their destiny.

+/- The sound and musical ambience is very high quality; the sound effects in each place are immersive and the music is absolutely magnificent, juggling Gregorian chants and medieval instrumental music…on the other hand, they are all too rare, which can leave a certain emptiness. Also, the credits are silent, as I was waiting for one last musical moment before leaving the past. +/- Occasional mini-games enrich the gameplay. On the other hand, the investigation part is very poor in terms of puzzles.

✖ Story acts a little uneven in terms of pace. Also, the resolution at the end of Act 3 is delivered a little abruptly, not to mention frustratingly (can't say why to not spoil). ✖ The menu with the diary, glossary etc… is a bit cluttered for my taste and not very practical to consult. ✖ There's a lot of back-and-forth, and every time you change location, there's a page-turning transition - delightful at first, but after several hours of gameplay, it becomes downright tedious.

Pentiment is a game that doesn't shine for its simplistic, redundant gameplay, but it does make you discover a part of history in 16th-century Europe in an entertaining way, through an intriguing scenario and impeccable audiovisual immersion. In a way, it reminded me of The Pillars of the Earth, which I also recommend if you like narrative and interactive games set in medieval times. A quality trip into the past.

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#pentiment #I loooooooooooove the art of this game!!!! and all the references <333 #really a nice discover!! if you love narrative and medieval it's totally for you!#personal #Lola plays games

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randomartkid-12 · 24 days

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Hi! Could we have some Jin head cannons

(Just asking different users out of interest)

Hello! And ofc! I’ll be happy to write them. Sorry for the wait, I’ve been busy :)

• Jin is an orphan. When she was younger, her mother passed due to and ‘accident’ and her father couldn’t support her himself. Although later on she was adopted by a single father in broomstown where she has lived most of her life.

• Jin loves ‘kids toys’. She collects transformers and figurines of shows she likes, even if the rest of the team considers it childish. And sometimes Helly even convinces her to play with their toys together!

• Jin likes animals but doesn’t have them as pets. She can’t take care of them well since she’s rather forgetful and she doesn’t want to starve one on accident.

• Mentioned in the hc before this, Jin is very forgetful. She often forgets more minor events, such as birthdays or small holidays. She is also very clumsy, constantly tripping over her own feet!

• She loves inventing and building things. Sometimes she creates little wooden or plastic toys and she is a decent carpenter!

• Jin likes both board games and video games. She often plays with Helly or by herself. She is the best with technology usage as well, and can create her own small games with coding.

• Jin likes thunderstorms. She often finds the thunder and rain soothing and often finds the storms themselves interesting. She has a small interest in meteorology.

• Jin has a horrible sleep schedule. Since she often stays up during the night working, she tends to fall asleep during the daytime.

• She has lived in broomstown for almost her entire life. She never really left the small town, as she’s had no reason to leave. She was born in a neighboring town and moved here with her adopted father when she was 7.

• Jin likes to garden! She often does this with Amber and they spend a lot of time just chatting whilst tending to the garden, planting flowers, etc. Amber thought her how to take care of plants and since then she has kept up the job!

• Jin used to have a pet. Her adoptive father had a boarder collie, named Ollie, who was the best dog to Jin. She misses him a lot but sometimes when her father comes to visit he brings the pup with him.

• Jin has a social media. She doesn’t often post on it, but does occasionally update what she and the team is doing.

Those are my main ones. I don’t have a lot of Jin headcannons, since she’s not a main focus, but I should try to come up with more :]

Ty for the request!

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jtargaryen18 · 10 months

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A Tale of 2 Kittens

I don't post a lot of personal things, I know. But this I had to share. I need emotional support. Hubby is good with cats but more of a dog person.

You probably remember that I lost a cat earlier this year. He was my baby. I loved him so much and we still look for him in our house. The girls took it hard too.

I've been donating to our local animal shelter and thought, well, I'll see if any of the adult cats would be a good fit for us so I went out once a week to visit. There were a couple of wonderful kitties there but someone kept beating me to them (mostly because of the nutty schedule I had all month). But they got good homes. 💕

A friend had a neighbor whose cat had kittens they were trying "desperately" to find a home for. For some reason, she picked one out and brought it to me. He actually looks a lot like a cat I had several years ago who lived to be 17 and that's why she picked him. Plus the girls saw him before I did so you know how that went... But he's awesome and we love him. I named him Oliver. Ollie for short. The only time he's still enough for me to get a nonblurry picture is when he's asleep.

I was a little concerned because he wasn't fully weaned when I got him. Probably around 5-6 weeks. That was 3 weeks ago. But we made it work. He's healthy, growing.

Today, the same friend calls me. Someone adopted the mother cat and one kitten but that left 3 kittens they didn't have homes for. Apparently, 3 weeks ago, the neighbor's husband, who didn't want them, took the 3 out way out in the woods and dumped them while his wife was at work. He wouldn't tell her where.

One of them made it all the way back last night. My friend finds her neighbor in tears, telling her what happened and terrified her husband would find out it returned and do something worse.

Not knowing what else to do, my friend took him to her house. She sent me these pics and was asking me if we could get him to the shelter or foster care because he's starved and needs medical attention. She's not able to have pets in the duplex she's renting.

To make a long story short, I asked her to bring him to me. If we can pull him through this, Ollie will have his brother and he will have a good home. I will be posting updates. 🙏

We'll also need to name him. 💕😻

#Pet stories #Rescue animals rule #Thank you

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allwaswell16 · 10 months

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— Animal Fics by allwaswell16 —

One Direction fics by me that include an animal that is important to the story in some way. I always think I'm done writing these, but...

—Louis/Harry—

🐒 Ace of Spades (E, 80k) : spider monkey

Living as a sheltered omega in a farming village has not prepared Harry for life aboard the most notorious pirate ship to sail the Atlantic.

Or Louis is a pirate, Harry is his captive, and no one is who they say they are.

🐕 Consequences (E, 78k) : dog

Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. Louis has tried to move on from their devastating break up. Sometimes, he even thinks he has. It only takes one moment to freeze them back in time.

An amnesia au

🐐 Until (E, 60k) : horses, a dog, and a weird goat

Rural Eagle County, Colorado wasn’t the type of place to find a famous musician or actor. At least not until songwriter Louis Tomlinson showed up with pop star Niall Horan to visit his uncle’s horse ranch, and they just happened to find themselves next door to a reclusive former movie star.

🦎 I Didn't Fall For You (You Fucking Tripped Me) (E, 20k) : monitor lizard

These days Louis tends to steer clear of dating alphas. He’s dated too many knotheads in his time, and he’s ready to just focus on school and his friends and his pet monitor lizard, of course.

Too bad the alpha next door won’t take a hint and stop using the worst pick up lines of all time on him. He’s really got to stop laughing with him--and talking to him and walking to class with him and letting him bring him coffee and tea and gifts for his lizard and watching Netflix together and...

🦜 That's How I Know (E, 19k) : African grey parrot

Louis Tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at Augustus University. When he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, English professor Harry Styles. Although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more Harry gets to know Louis, the more he likes what he sees.

Or the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.

😽 Charity Ficlets (NR, 10k) : cat and niffler

Chapter 1: Shiny Objects: Louis isn't so sure about Professor Styles, but when he must save him from a loose niffler, things change between them.

Chapter 4: Grease Lightning: Louis' cat likes to give out his phone number.

🐬 Never Been Knotted (E, 9k) : aquarium animals

Harry doesn't mind that he presented as a beta. It mostly just makes his life easier and more convenient. There's just one small problem: he'd really like to be knotted.

🦀 The way you smile (E, 9k) : crab

Harry doesn’t need to go on holiday. Unfortunately, his mum and sister disagree, which is how he ends up alone on holiday in the Caribbean. Luckily, he's not alone for long.

🐈 Won't You Please Come Around (M, 5k) : cat

Harry has lived in London for a month, and so far the only friend he's made is his sister's cat, Mr. Whiskers. When the lock on the window breaks, Mr. Whiskers begins exploring his new neighbourhood a bit too thoroughly and brings back mementos of his escapes.

Or a Valentine's Day story where Harry has a really fit neighbour, and his cat is a thief.

😼 Do You See What I See (T, 2k) : cat sort of, have to read to find out

Harry may or may not be rescuing stray animals as an excuse to see the very hot local veterinarian.

Or an absurd pet fic inspired by She Is Beauty We Are World Class

🦓 White Stripes (E, 3k) : zoo animals

Harry’s roommate is gorgeous, kind, generous, and basically everything Harry has ever wanted in another alpha. The only problem is that he isn’t even sure that his alpha roommate is into other alphas. In an effort to finally get over him, he lets Niall set him up on a blind date.

🪳 Happy Valentine's Day, You Cockroach (E, 2k) : meerkats and cockroaches

Harry Styles, new director of the Milltown Zoo, has a great idea for a Valentine's Day themed fundraiser. For a donation, they'll name cockroaches after people's exes and then feed them to the meerkats on a live stream. He just didn't foresee how many cockroaches would end up with his name...

—Rare Pairs—

🐎 Need (E, 21k, Niall/Shawn Mendes) : horses, a dog, and a weird goat

Niall Horan loved his job. Who wouldn’t? He was the biggest pop star in the world, and he’d found his kindred spirit in songwriting and friendship, Louis Tomlinson. The sky was the limit now. He had the perfect place they could hide themselves away from the world and write his next album...his uncle’s horse ranch in Colorado. What he didn’t expect was the cowboy next door.

🐱 Next Door (NR, 2k, Louis/Rob Pattinson) : cat and a dog

When a stray cat starts coming round Louis' garden and bothering his dog, Louis and his best friend set out to capture it.

Or a famous/famous fic where Louis and Oli embarrass themselves in front of Batman.

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