#i try so hard not to talk about kennel clubs you guys

[creekfiend]

did you know in the 101 dalmatians sequel Patch doesn't get married because he has a mismark and can't be passing that down to any children for the good of the breed

[the-slasher-files]

Alright allow me to overanalyze on Asa Emory’s character, if you don’t mind... 

THE COLLECTOR AND HIS DOGS

Basically this is just me nerding out over dogs and the life of having working dogs also the connection Asa might have to them, so don’t mind me. Now if you do not know I am a person who owns 3 dogs myself, is a big dog lover, have worked with many many different types and characters of dogs, and also follow different sports and clubs with dogs involved. So from experience and research this is where I get this info I'm gonna share ;) hope you enjoy my ted talk🔪💕

In the first movie The Collector Asa has a German Shepard chained up outside the home, using it as a first of many strings in protection. Later on in the movie you get a better look at the dog and what it can do; searching and wanting to lock onto a target, any target. Now this is different from protection work and leads more into a German dog sport called schutzhund. This sport is the ability to test just how good your working dog is at working, it is based from protection work, to tracking, to obedience, to bite. 

This training style is very severe in some cases, and this is what the police use for their training more often than not. It takes a very particular person to have dogs in this sport, even if it is just for fun. And we all know just how particular Asa is lol. 

Now who is the type of person to put their dogs into this? A very interesting one. First of all, anyone who is really into this work will hand pick the type of dog they want, from breed to working lines (meaning how well the dogs parents did in competition, as well as how the breeder is with other dogs). Now you can choose as well where you get these dogs from, could be from Europe to America doesn’t matter, it is up to the soon to be owners choice. Either way these dogs are expensive and need heavy hours set into them to achieve the level of training Asa has his dogs working on, and even more so in the second movie by working together. These people often have a huge thing with power and control, which we already know from Asa, but also they usually need/have extreme self-discipline wanting to be perfect in every aspect, could be a dogs position next to you if they aren’t as close that gets you fucked up because they could not defend you properly. Everything needs to be flawless. 

With all this work, self-discipline and control it can be extremely rewarding, especially for Asa in this case to see someone get their face ripped off, it is in his sadistic nature. Even having the dogs presence is often enough to intimidate anyone, in a lot of police work situations people will flee or hide somewhere if they know it is just a single officer, but once the dog gets brought in people more than likely surrender, fast and easy. If anyone of Asa’s collection pieces chooses to run or hide, the dogs can sniff out where they go, they can out run people and will bite, at least without the dogs people could have a chance. Another good thing about dogs is that they alert, if Asa is working and the dogs bark he will know exactly where that person is easily. 

So to overview what I just rambled about before getting into the next topic, Asa is a very control oriented person, needing to have power over something and be very strategic in doing so. Getting off on the intimidation and fear factor of his victims, and even more so when people get bit. These dogs are also for his own protection, caring about himself and his beautiful collection first, and maybe even caring for the double life he leads more. It also can make Asa’s life easier, not having to always make the kill himself, and this leads me to believe that it isn’t really the kill that gets him off, it is the chase, the skill he has taken and the victims skill of getting away that drives him. Almost uses the dogs in more annoyance just because people aren’t dying and getting in his way or messing with his stuff. I mentioned skill a sentence back and I want to bring it up again because I think it’s important; Asa can appreciate the skill of his victims, it makes it more thrilling but also I think he has a deep appreciation for his dogs skills, being extremely hard working and intelligent creatures, like himself and some victims. Now with the thing about Asa taking his favorites, he is trying to find the right one, the perfect one, making more sense for him to have dogs, Asa can mold his perfect dog, using only working dogs, dogs that love to please and want to be perfect for you.            

Now moving on to the next topic - Connections. So this could go two ways, a good way and a bad, no in between. The majority of people grow extreme bonds with their dogs, especially their working dogs, all the hours you put into the training and you have to trust your dog and they have to trust you. In the military specifically dogs build one of the strongest connections with the soldiers, they are their comfort because they see the same things and yet still have a wagging tail, they can save each others lives, protect one another and appreciate each other deeply for skill and for love. Now there are other people, most common in police work because the dogs can sometimes be too intense or have certain contracts but, these people don’t take their dogs home or when they are home they stay in one room or kennel mostly. Sometimes there are dogs that just can’t adapt to home life and just want to work, but sometimes they can make wonderful family and house dogs. At the same time it is up to the owner choosing what they want for the dog. 

Something strikes me with Asa that he genuinely loves his dogs but at the same time some of his actions make me think twice. In the first movie the dog is chained up away from the dangerous traps of the inside, he is protecting the dog at first, but moving along in the movie he releases the dog into the home going after Arkin. Now this is the dogs job mind you, so Asa trusts him, but also you can see a lot of traps or dangers have been removed so the dog can work safely and knows the dog is smart enough to avoid some of the obvious traps. He lets him work but also wants to help the dog, perhaps not wanting the dog to get seriously hurt or maybe just finally finishing Arkin off. Also the scene where Asa is outside and calls off the dog when he is biting a guy, again maybe for safety of the pet maybe just to watch the man struggle. Ultimately the dog dies in the first one, but Asa watches very carefully when the dog is going after Arkin, and there is almost a ‘sadness’ or maybe curiosity to Asa’s face, and I think he knows in that moment his dog is sadly dead. 

In The Collection you don’t see the dogs really work that much, you only see them barking at Abby then barging in the room with Asa, so it is hard to really see any connections. From both movies I would say Asa takes the dogs with him for the most part, takes them to ‘jobs’ and brings them to the hotel. Now at the hotel it is important to notice the dogs do not have free range or else we would see them probably a lot more. My best guess is that Asa cares for the dogs and doesn’t want them getting hurt by his traps until he knows who the people are, that’s when he loses it, literally going in all guns a blazing. When he does bring the dogs out they are only with him, aka his control and protection side coming out. Now in this scene Asa has an assault rifle that he uses in tandem with the dogs, but I noticed carefully watching the scene, Asa never shoots towards the dogs, he lets them work, again trusting them deeply, if he did shoot around not caring for them the bullets would have defiantly hit Arkin and wounded him or killed him. Of course after this scene we don’t really get to see Asa in any sort of grief, (which I really wanted lol) he is just busy trying to kill everyone else and not get caught by the cops. 

Then in the final scene of The Collection we see Asa’s home, this is like months after the events at the hotel from what I can tell, but we see no dogs, not a trace. Simply he maybe could not have gotten anymore dogs since his collection was destroyed and he doesn’t really need dogs to protect his stuff any longer, or maybe Asa did not find new dogs that he wanted yet, or just maybe they were locked in the house away in a room, keeping his house spotless. Who knows it is all up to the person watching, I don’t think they expected a dog crazy person to be diving this deep lol.

So my final thoughts. I personally think Asa really likes his dogs and they bring him good company and something to have power over in his regular life. Once you have a dog, especially dogs that take so much work and training time it is very hard for people to just stop having dogs. Also being a biologist I think he can deeply appreciate them for their intelligence and skill. If anyone says Asa would like cats you can fuck off because look what happened to the cat in the first movie, it was clumsy and got itself killed, plus look at his house, not a thing knocked over lol, a cat would never do for him. Anyway thank you for coming to my ted talk and letting me nerd out! Fill free to add your own thoughts.       

This is Aero from the first movie, a German Shepard that might be from some European lines, but looks mostly American to me.     

Now I sadly couldn’t find these dogs names, but these 2 are a little different. To me the one on the left looks like a European line longer fur german shep. While the one on the right looks like a belgian malinois maybe with some shepard in it. 

[honeypirate]

Fighters to Lovers

Kyotani x Reader

Underground Fighter AU

The top two underground fighters fall for each other in the middle of their bout. Reader is a great fighter and kickboxer and fights anyone.

This is probably bad but I had fun writing it

Warning- it’s basically all a fight scene. Blood.

Another warning - its unedited haha

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You wrap your fingers methodically, a routine you have done hundreds of times before, with black tape to protect your knuckles. You bought your own black tape because you preferred the look better than the usual white. You pull on your black leggings and put a black zip up over your black sports bra. After putting on your, you guessed it, black tennis shoes, you grab your gym bag that has your spare clothes and water bottle in it, and leave your apartment to begin your jog.

No not to the normal gym, to the underground basement that you like to fight at. The anything goes fight club that you’ve been a part of for the past few months. Your usual gym where you go to train and box led you to meet a very creepy guy who gave you an offer you couldn’t refuse. Fighting with risk that also had a huge pay off if you win. You hadn’t had to worry about work anymore because of your winnings, you are unbeaten, undefeated, and tonight you’re fighting one of the best underground fighters known in your area. If you can beat him you’ll be #1.

“There’s my little money maker!” the creepy guy from your gym says when you walk through the door at the end of the stairwell. His name was Ken, he was a short, round man, who always smelled like a dog kennel. You had suspicions that he was also fighting dogs but you stayed out of business that wasn’t yours. “Is he here yet?” you say as you take off your jacket, walking through a door frame, the door had been ripped off by an angry man you beat once and still hasn’t been replaced, you doubt it would be, as Ken would say ‘it is unnecessary.’

“He’s in route” You nod going to unlock and open the locker on the left and put your jacket and bag inside, taking out your water bottle and headphones.

You sit and put on your headphones, playing your pumped up playlist, closing your eyes and letting out a long breath as you sit on the bench. You could hear muffled movement and talking around you, guessing that your opponent had arrived. You didn’t open your eyes and no one bothered you, this was your ritual and everyone was familiar with it. You didn’t like to see your opponent until the ring and everyone was okay with that, which meant that you haven’t even seen your opponent at all, you have no idea what he looks like, you just know his nickname is Mad Dog.

The familiar touch on your shoulder signals it’s time, you open your eyes and nod at Ken, who has a greasy smile on his lips. He doesn't have to tell you how much money is riding on you, you have a pretty good idea and when you win you’ll be in fat city, on the off chance you loose you’re pretty sure they’ll kill you. You stand and stretch out your arms, your body still warm from your jog and from the training you have done before this, you keep your headphones on as you follow Ken from the locker room and out the door that leads to the ring.

Once you pass through the door you can hear screaming and cheering through your music, the bare, humid and hot, concrete room was filled with people, most of them drunk, surrounding a square ring made out of wooden pallets and barely held together. You get to the ring and a pallet is moved out of the way, you take off your headphones and the loudness hits you. Handing them to Ken you silently kick off your shoes and walk through the pallet and it is slid back in place behind you.

You look at the back of your opponent in front of you, strong muscles across his shoulders, blonde hair dyed with dark stripes. You start to bounce on your toes, shaking out your muscles and popping your neck, you hear cheers all around, cheering your name slightly more than they are cheering for the so called Mad Dog.

Ken behind you holds up a megaphone and as he speaks the crowd gets even wilder, “we all know why we are here! So let’s get to it! Once the fight starts there will be no changes to the bets so make sure you have them in now!” people scramble to place their bets and five minutes later Ken is speaking again “Mad Dog against our resident Title holder Y/N/N! Only rule is no weapons! Fight until one of you is incompasitated. Are you ready Y/N/N?” you nod once and furrow your eyebrows, your body flooding with adrenaline and endorphins, your skin tingles in anticipation. “Are you ready Mad Dog?” he finally turns around and his pissed off expression makes you smirk, you take in his well cut body ashe nods as well, here we go, you get into your Southpaw fighting stance, your right leg in front of your left and a bounce in your step, bringing your fists up to guard, “FIGHT”

It’s like your world goes in slow motion once you hear that word, you see him charging in towards you but it seems slowed down, you dodge easily and hit him with a jab to his kidney as you step around him quickly, now standing behind him. He’s on you again in a second and instead of going round him you wait, wait until he goes to strike, he goes for an uppercut and you dodge, quickly jabbing him in the jaw, your first two knuckles connecting satisfyingly with a smack.

He growls and you chuckle as he tries to get you with a kick to your knee, you side step and punch him with your left, in the side of his right ear, he grabs you by your neck and you laugh out loud, blocking his other hand that tries to punch “are we flirting or fighting here?” you say and the fire in his eyes rages brighter “I literally have my hand across your neck” he spits out between his teeth “that didn’t answer my question, Mad Dog”

He jabs you in the ribs and you feel a few of them crack but the pain gives you more energy, you like the pain because it clears your head of anything else. You jump up, he gasps and his grip on your neck loosens, kneeing him as hard as you can in the chin causes him to fly backwards with a grunt, his face scrunched in pain and anger. You land on your feet, the crowd going wild but you don't even notice, your eyes on the man in front of you as he pops up quick, spitting out some blood before bringing his fists up in a guard again. You wink at him and he growls again, you’re beginning to realize why he’s called Mad Dog.

You wave him towards you, trying to provoke him more, the throbbing in your side fading away to the back of your mind as he closes the distance between you, you stand up straight, dropping your guard slightly on your right as he comes toward you, trying to bait him into going for your jaw. He does exactly what you want, his fist headed straight for your face, you chuckle and dodge last minute, hitting him with a swift uppercut to the left side of his jaw before jabbing him in his ribs. You block his attack and go to kick him but he grabs your ankle, pulling hard causing you to fall on your back, he kicks you hard in the stomach and you cough, the air rushing from your lungs.

You bait him into another kick and before it lands you grab his ankle, pulling him down to the ground with you and quickly mounting him you start firing off punches towards his ears and face. He guards his face pretty well and you let out a slight sigh before popping up off of him and backing away quickly “get up” you state and shake out your limbs as he gets back to his feet and charges you, you punch quickly, landing your fist to his cheek, taking the initial shock of his pain to reset, before bringing your elbow down to the opposite side of his face where his guard was down, his fist connecting to your nose as your elbow connects with his eyebrow. When you both pull away you’re both bleeding, you grin at him, your bloody nose filling your mouth as well, your teeth stained red.

His sight is blurred by the blood from his eyebrow but his grin is mirroring yours, you both laugh at the same time, both enjoying this fight immensely. You bring your guard up and rush him, dodging his attack and laughing as you slide behind him, kicking his knees and slipping your arm around his neck and locking it in place perfectly, squeezing as hard as you could as he struggled against you, he was no doubt stronger than you but you were not going to let go. He tried to punch back at you, connecting his fists to your ears and chin, the pain fueling your strength. You scream out, blood flying out with your spit as you pull harder and fall back, locking your legs around his middle, he lands a fist to your cheek but you can feel it isn’t as strong as his last ones, you start to laugh, the cheers from the crowd finally filling your senses as the man in your arms finally passes out, you hold it for just a few seconds longer, just in case he was faking you out before letting him go.

You lay him gently on the ground, staying kneeled by him as Ken comes into the arena, handing you a towel he raises your hand “Y/n IS STILL! UNDEFEATED!!!” you hear cheers and you nod once with a smile, holding the towel to your nose after using it to wipe off the sweat from your face. Ken leans down, “I’ll give you your money in the locker room, half of these people are pissed. I’m proud of you.” he pats your back and you nod again.

You sit back on your butt as the crowd begins to disperse, several of them being thrown out by the security, but you always stay in the ring until they are all gone, safer this way. You stare at Mad Dog, when your nose stops bleeding you fold the towel and hold the clean side to his eyebrow. ‘He’s quite handsome’ you thought, and then you smiled softly as he began to stir. His eyes open and he looks at you for a few seconds before he slowly sits up, taking the towel from your hand and keeping it against his face. “I lost then” he says and you nod “let me buy you a drink” you say and he looks at you with shock before he grins “i'll meet you outside in ten minutes?” he asks before standing and helping you up,”sounds good” you both head to different locker rooms, to clean up and assess the damage.

You grab another hand towel, running it under cool water and wiping down your body before changing your pants and pulling on a t-shirt, putting on some deodorant and throwing your bag over your shoulder, you wince from the pain in your ribs returning from lack of adrenaline. Ken comes through the door and hands you a fat envelope. “We will plan your next fight when those ribs of yours heal up. Text me when that is. No rush for the champion” you shove the envelope into your bag “thanks Ken” nothing more is said as you walk past him out of the basement to the stairs.

When you reach the street Mad Dog pushes off the wall and falls in step by you “that was actually fun” he says and you chuckle “yeah fun until I can feel my injuries” he laughs as well and you speak again “it was fun though. Finally fighting someone on my level. It was nice. You’re really good” he laughs “thank you y/n” the door to the bar opens and he reaches up, wincing from the pain in his body, and grabs the top of the door, holding it open as you walk inside “thank you” you say in passing and he follows you inside.

You get a couple drinks and then sit at a table in the back, far away from the speakers and crowd, luckily hiding from anyone who saw you both fight.

After a few drinks your muscles relax, your nose barely throbbing but you can feel the beginning of your black eye blooming. The more the conversation flows the closer you guys scoot towards the middle of the round booth. You learned about his days as a volleyball player in high school, how he did underground fighting to pay for college but still fights anyway because he likes it. It’s easy money for him. You tell him about what got you into underground fighting, how Ken creeps you out but you know if you ran from him he wouldn’t be able to run after you. It wasn’t that funny of a joke but you both laughed anyway, ignoring the scream in your ribs by every laugh, chuckle, and inhale of breath. His arm was above the back of the booth, his body facing yours, your hand was against his on the table, avoiding his bruising knuckles with your fingertips, and you leaned your head against his forearm as you caught your breath, smiling as you looked at him.

His eyebrow was bruising but his cut had closed pretty well, he had a butterfly bandage against it that was pinched between the swollen skin above his eyes. He had a bruise forming under his jaw and on his cheek. You really did a number on him. The alcohol in your system didn’t add anything to your confidence or guts, you would have done this even if you were sober.

You reach up and gently cup his face “I feel bad for the number I’ve done on your handsome face” you whisper and he gasps at how sweet and gentle you are “I’m sorry for cracking your ribs, I didn’t want to hurt such a beautiful person but I figured you wouldn’t respect me if I didn’t give my all” you grin and chuckle “you’re right. I’m glad you gave it your all” he scoots as close as he can towards you, cupping your cheek gently as he leans down, pressing his lips against yours, taking care to not bump your nose or hurt you at all. You kiss him back as gentle as he kisses you, making sure to not hurt his injuries. But after a few seconds something snaps, the desire in your bones flowing freely as he pulls you into his lap, kissing you increasingly harder and more passionately. You moan quietly into his mouth and then gasp, pulling away when a flash catches your attention. A drunk group of men talking about how they just saw you both fight and it was amazing, he moves his head to look around you, sending a menacing glare at the group who all go silent before running back to the other side of the bar.

You laugh and lay your head on his shoulder “i realized I don’t know your real name” you whisper breathlessly and he chuckles, his hands tickling up and down your back softly over your shirt. “Kentaro Kyotani. It’s very nice to meet you” he says and turns his head, kissing your forehead as you lay on his shoulder. “Do you wanna go on a real date sometime?” You ask and he laughs “oh god yes”

[juminly]

As The Rush Comes (Ikémen Vampire Theodorus Van Gogh x Reader)

Summary: You are at a nightclub with your friend Theodorus Van Gogh. The problem is, you want to be more than friends. Does he feel the same? Hell yes. Change is bound to happen. And it does. This one-shot was inspired by the song As the Rush Comes.   Read all 3 parts on AO3. Rating: Mature (explicit/coarse language, detailed mention of sexual acts) 

Tags: Modern AU, mutual pining, sexual tension/frustration, jealousy, dirty dancing. 

Warning: mention of the reader not remembering the events of a past night of heavy drinking and partying.  Word Count: 3500 approx. 

Club Music Playlist *Kiss you by Nadia Ali **Down to Love (Kyau & Albert Remix) by Armin Van Buuren feat. Ana Criado

***Still I Wait (Richard Durand’s In Search of Sunrise Remix) by Jonas Steur feat. Jennifer Rene. 

Song lyrics are in bold; look at this asterisks to know which song is playing in the background and play the song as you read -------------------------- *I'd wake up, and make love to you if I had you, I would touch you so much, but I'm not allowed to… Nadia Ali, bless her heart, was only adding salt to your wounds. You were already feeling salty enough for feeling the way you did and she didn’t make it any better. Why were you salty? While the song went on and on about how the vocalist just needed to wait for the perfect moment to kiss the one she wanted to show love to, you were here lamenting pathetically over Theodorus Van Gogh, the man that occupied your every waking thought and dream… and most recent fantasies.

The music was thrumming loudly in your ears, the discographies selected by this particular local DJ was always to your liking. The rhythmic beat of trance sending the club-goers into an ephemeral state of rapture as the dancefloor flocked with writhing bodies, the scent of alcohol, sweat and sex heady in the air. Were people living in some sort of state of drought? The thirst was real… and so palpable. You were not one to judge, you felt it too.

Thud… Thud… Thud… Was that the music or your pulse? You couldn’t tell anymore.

Would you pretend, we're only friends, if I kissed you, At least I can dream of you in a scene, when I'd kiss you.

You’ve dreamed of so many scenes, in so many different locations and in all of them, you were in the most compromising situations and positions. Holy fuck, just thinking about how those icy blue eyes staring into you while he lazily ran his tongue over his swollen lips, the ones you wanted to kiss and bite so damn much, that chiseled body of his positioned between your… No.. No… You told yourself you wouldn’t go there but your mind couldn’t help but wander.  The song had just been coaxing you to act on your impulses and you covered your ears, just to keep Nadia from tempting you more than you already were.

How many months has it been since the incident?

The office hottie, Arthur Conan Doyle, had thrown an extravagant birthday bash in his so-called crib, and to your own surprise, the man had exquisite taste and the entire thing was planned immaculately. Who had been his wingman during the entire process? The hot mister that was your companion at the club for the night. That was how, when and where you met him, much to your dismay.

You heard that things had gotten hot and heavy between you during that birthday party and you were literally flung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried into Arthur’s bedroom. Things had gotten that heated… However, big emphasis on the word “heard” cause you unfortunately don’t remember jackshit from that fateful night and cursed yourself all the time for this.

His hands roughly groping you and his lips fiercely crashing down on yours… The things that could’ve happened… The things you could’ve done… You could ONLY imagine. Imagine, yes. Remember, no. The heavens indisputably had some mocking plot to make you miserable. Miserable? You definitely were. After that night, you were thrown into the friendzone. With a capital F.

Pining after a man that wouldn’t lay a finger on you unless it was to ruffle your hair like some puppy. You almost got your chance at some type of romance in your uneventful life… Still, things only got interesting when that asshole suddenly showed up, but it wasn’t like you were actually willing to admit that to him. You’d rather swallow his… Brain and heart, focus. Libido and hormones, get the fuck away. He wants me… He wants me not… I want everything he’s got.

Shut it, Nadia. You were already drowning in heaps of doubt and you’ve clearly… clearly had enough of her feeding you more fantasies and unlawful and excessively unadulterated thoughts and you were doubting yourself already. And what you decided to do? Drink yourself into oblivion, accompanied by the vexing perpetrator who had just gotten back from the men’s room. It was admiration and pining time for you. As he slowly approached you with long and sure strides, Theodorus was, is and will always be probably the most gorgeous, handsome piece of eye-candy that you’ve ever laid your eyes on and you were 99.99% sure that this statement was your true and unbiased opinion.

Beige dress pants hugged the length of those legs that carried him, giving you the chance to drool over the definition of his stature that you could see thanks to the tightness of the fabric, emphasizing a bit too much for your liking on his… No, don’t go there. Heat flooded your reddened cheeks as your thoughts scrambled wildly in your mind as he found his seat next to you. That’s always where you found yourselves. Together. Always. You get along so well. It’s bound to be this way, right? The string of fate and the butterflies of time managed to find a way to bring you together. While your internal ruminations besieged your mind, a rich baritone touched your ears, unmistakably his. “We probably should leave soon. I don’t want to suffocate in this clothed orgy.” You shot him an inquisitive look, silently asking him to elaborate on his point. “You look like you’re about to melt in that pretty little dress of yours, Hondje. I’d rather hop to any pub or have a drink at that klootzak’s place and deal with his moaning than this. At least his place isn’t as filthy as this hellish kennel.”

“You talk like an old man, Theo. Why don’t we just try to live a little?” He simply gave you a glare, a response that you knew very well. He wasn’t going to waste his breath on such mundane frivolities. It seemed that you would have to take the drinking party elsewhere. Clubs were clearly not Theo’s favourite destination.

You couldn’t help but giggle at this man’s dog analogies. As much as they pissed the shit out of you… Wait. Rewind. Did he just compliment what you were wearing...? He noticed?

For the first time in a while, you decided to try “letting loose” and go for something different. You would usually go for something, more like, anything black but today was different. In celebration of whatever weird feeling and eccentricity that came over you, you decided to go for a skimpy off-the-shoulder purple dress that kissed every curve of your luscious form, barely reaching the top of your mid-thigh and pushed your bosom in a way that accentuated your cleavage. You felt hot and you wanted to feel hot too.

**It's down to love tonight, This is where we are, As we turn into the light, Let’s make it last...

On any other day, Down to Love would’ve been one of your favourite songs to listen to but definitely not today. You were clearly not down to any kind of love. This is not where you wanted to be and you didn’t want this to last. You growled under your breath, enough to have Theodorus, the man of the hour… no, he was the man of your every-fucking-day and your every-goddamn-dream and fantasy, tilt his head to the side to cast a judging gaze at you, raising an arched eyebrow with a silent what-the-fuck is wrong with you.

There was so much that was wrong with you and he was the cause of it all. The prime suspect. The only one, this maddeningly handsome asshole.

Lips slick with moisture, your eyes lingered a little too long on the inviting gleam before you attempted to relax in your seat, while Theo remained hunched apathetically over the bar counter, nursing his drink thoughtlessly. Both of you were so accustomed to whatever it was that you were doing, you fell into a pattern that soon began to feel more like a ritual. You couldn’t even remember how you became his drinking buddy but there was something that Arthur said once… Both of you were not the type to party hard so it made it hard for him to have fun with the both of you, even though Theo and him spent an obscene amount of time together. You were kindred spirits. That was a fact.

Being around him made it hard to breathe. You noticed that not only the first button of his shirt was open, but now, the second one was too, giving you a good look of impeccably sculpted pectorals, his skin shining under the epilepsy-inducing lights of the nightclub while drops of sweats meandered down to places unknown, unexplored… and desired. With one arm propped on the counter and leaning his full weight to one side, his form was completely angled towards you and his eyes roamed appraisingly over your provocative dress and your overall physique. You knew that look, you’ve seen it before. It was the same way he scrutinized and examined art.

His gaze was now posed on your thighs, your dress hiked up even more on your silky skin as you crossed and uncrossed your legs restlessly. “Looking at something, big guy? My eyes are up here. You’ve been checking me out since we got here.” you quipped with a smirk. “Hm?” he hummed, as if you had ripped him away from the depth of his thoughts. You could see a faint blush on the top of his cheekbones… It was clearly only a sign of inebriation. Right? “Oh, I was just wondering who you’re trying to seduce.” he replied blankly before continuing. “You wouldn’t need to dress up like this to impress me.” His tongue swiped over his lower lip, wettening it before throwing his head back, draining his glass of whiskey and turning his body away, leaving you perplexed by his words.  What… What exactly did he mean by that? Shaking your thoughts away, you had enough wine in your system to finally get the words spilling from your lips. “Theo… Wanna dance?” Those three words prickled his ear drums and he turned to look at you with a judging smirk. “Is it playtime, Hondje?” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms at his expected remark, climbing off your bar stool and tapping your heeled foot on the black tile beneath you. Looking at him expectantly, your heart clenched, momentarily regretting your decision to build up the courage to take the first step. He was bound to embarass you somehow.

“I’m sure you can find lots of other pups and mutts to play with in that disgusting pile of bodies.” An affronted expression washed over his handsome face and you resisted the need to slap his smugness away. You began to tremble slightly and snapped at him “You suck, Theo!”. His reaction made you freeze for a second. His eyes were taking you in, gliding over your body from head to toe before locking with yours. “Would you like to take me for a test drive? Are you in heat, Hondje?” he practically purred.

“Fuck you, Theo.” Was he capable of doing anything but frustrate (and arouse) you? You could feel an intense heat building inside of you, your heart beating angrily in your chest as you seethed from his response. You blinked, completely outraged and offended as he dared to freaking chuckle at your contained outburst.

“You wish. Now, can you go bark at someone else and let me enjoy my bloody drink?” Not wanting to give him more of your precious time, you actually flipped him the bird this time, scowling at him in disbelief, all that wine in your blood giving way for your tongue to sharpen as the night went on. “Do you always have to be such an ass?”

The ear-splitting grin on Theo’s face suddenly transformed into a smirk… and a scowl? when a young man behind you asked you to dance. You couldn’t really register what the guy was saying. Something along the lines of “ I don’t know if he’s just stupid or blind” and honestly, you kind of agreed with him. As much as Theodorus Van Gogh was a genius at what he did, he was stupid for not giving in to you. You were ready to give him… your everything. You were in deep shit, being so in love with a man who would possibly not return your affections? He looked like the incarnation of heartbreak and didn’t that just make you giddy? Being around him almost made you… sarchotic.

Sarchotic or not. Now you had his full attention.

Those ocean blue eyes were trained on you, an unfamiliar predatorial aura reverberating from him, still seeping through Theodorus’ attempt to enshroud it with the negligible quirk of those lips, that half-smile that you knew too well. If he wanted a show, he’s gonna be getting one. Not that you really cared whether he enjoyed it or not, but the least you could do is actually enjoy the company of the… You looked at your newly appointed dance partner, who had just lead you to the dancefloor, to evaluate him.

Okay, he wasn’t too bad: a bit shorter and less muscular than Theo but his hair were waves of chocolate brown that were simply asking to be threaded through and pulled. You beamed at your partner, feeling a rush of adrenaline course through your blood, knowing that the handsome Dutch man had his eyes on you and you were going to put a damn show. Wait, it wasn’t a show. You were doing this for you. You didn’t give a fuck and just wanted to have some fun. Looking at the cutie in front of you, you raised your arms in the air and jumped to the beat of the music, body-rolling as you let the sinful rhythm of your racing thoughts lead your every movement. ***I wanted it, I needed it, I love the way your skin felt upon my skin, And I thought you felt the same but you threw me away, Threw me away and still

The man in front of you was definitely getting into the groove, slowly inching close to you and you were more than ready to welcome him. Your hands that were in the air were now resting on his shoulders, your fingers finding the inviting chocolate strands of his hair. His hands were on both sides of your hips, claiming control over the frantic sway of your hips, matching the booming tempo that filled the room. You licked your lips and bit them, feeling your heart race as you snuck a quick look at the bar counter, the expression on Theodorus’ face was absolutely feral… and bloodthirsty.

Good thing you had bitten your lips because you were about to let out an obscene moan as he looked like he was ready to slam you into a wall and fuck you senseless, growling in your ear: You’re already so wet for me, Hondje, so ready for me to slide inside you…. You’ve been teasing me all damn night and when I stuff you with my cock, make you mine… You’ll be screaming my name. A looming presence was suddenly behind you, a hand gripping your hip and forcefully pulling you away from the “cutie”. You had absolutely no idea what happened, when it happened and how it happened. You could’ve sworn that you heard something along the lines of “She’s mine” but it was most probably your brain playing tricks on you. Or not.

“Are you trying to play games with me, Knabbeltje?” His heavy hand on your hip clenched tightly, his fingertips digging in your soft flesh while you drank in the rumble of his voice in your ear, velvety smooth yet deep enough to shake you to the bone, capable of making your knees buckle in weakness. You fought the temptation to rub your legs together and continued the lascivious sway of your hips from side to side in a rhythm that was your own and one that Theodorus would come to learn. Cutie, who? Theodorus was the only person you knew. All your senses acutely aware of him and he made sure of that. Only a breath of air seperated your bodies yet, he was so close but still felt so far before he yanked your back brusquely, your back hitting the vast plain of his chest and the softness of your derriere grazing his crotch. You closed your eyes and hummed with a nonchalant tone, your back arching as you reached your arms behind you, gripping Theo by his nape and threading your digits leisurely through his chestnut locks.

“You really want to know, hm?” You crooned and he tensed briefly but soon relaxed behind you, one hand caressing the curve of your hips, his hold on you was firm and steady, making you feel the heat radiating from his body and enveloping you with the scent of his cologne mixed with whiskey, intoxicating you even more than the wine you drank.

One of his large hands snakes up the curve of your waist, lightly grazing the side of your soft mound and trailing up your neck and resting there. He rolled his hips against yours, your body following his every moment as he dictated your every single motion. The warmth of his breath tickled your ear as he crooned sultrily in your ear. “I could eat you all up, Knabbeltje… right fucking now.” I don't wanna feel rejection, don't wanna have no regrets… Is this a good decision or will you look for someone else? Leave me all by myself...

“Is that so?” you could hear your own smile in your voice and could hear an inherent raspiness in it too. Your thoughts swiveled with yearning and your judgement was clouded by your love for this man… and your inebriation. Your mutual ministrations continued as he grinded his hips at an excruciating pace, drawing out the torture that you were both suffering from. His long fingers were now teasing the column of your neck, careening over your sensitive skin and sending shivers up and down your spine. Slowly, he wrapped his hand on your neck, pressing only lightly and bit the tip of your earlobe before sucking on it, letting his tongue glide over its seams. “I wouldn’t say it if it weren’t true. You want me to repeat myself?”

“I didn’t say any such thing, Theodorus.” You dared to use his full name, intentionally triggering him. His grip tightened on your neck and warm breath caressing your ear. “I’m not all bark like you.” He truly thought that you were all bark but you were prepared and intended to do lots of biting, now that he was so near. You tightened your grip on his strands, making him groan in response. “I hate that you make me feel this way.” you breathed out slowly, trying to ignore the tightening of anticipation rousing in your chest. “Enlighten me… What kind of way do I make you feel, hm?” It was now his turn to tease you. “You know how I feel about you…” you pouted, grudgingly taking a sharp inhale before you carried on with this morphed, semblance of a confession. “You keep… you keep messing with my head, Theo.”

“You’re doing much worse to me, mijn liefste.” Oh God, you didn’t know what he said but you were positive that it was not some dog related insult and your heart drummed even harder in your chest. Why did this man have so much control over you? His voice was like whiskey and chocolate, dark, decadent and  heavy with yearning, a blazing fire in your core, an excited tremor coursed through your veins like lightning, but not once did you rush the wicked to and fro of your hips, brushing your softness against the harsh ropes of sinew that made him the Adonis that he was.

Your cheeks were rosy as the pink dusk that painted clear skies and he saw that as you twisted your chest to look back and up at him. His fierce stare reflected in your glimmering eyes, your pupils dilating clearly, making them appear almost darkened in their shade. It would be blasphemous to say that Theodorus was anything but completely mesmerizing. “Don’t give me those eyes, Knabbeltje... or I promise I’ll take you here and now.”

I love to see you smile, I love, my love… As much as the thought had you reeling, you wanted the awaited spectacle to be a private one. Gazing straight in his almost glowing orbs of sapphire, he had the look of a man who was born ready to ravage you and rearrange your insides. Leaning down, he drawled against your lips with a huskiness that sent you into a frazzled state of need.

“When I fuck you, I’m going to make sure you always remember it. The only thing that’s gonna spill from those pretty lips is my name.”

------------ Read Part II  HERE.  Tagging le Theo simp squad + those who have been so kind to send me their ideas on what the “dirty dancing scenario” should be like: @delicateikemenmemes @sweetlittlemouse @nad-zeta @nafeary @raymiazaki @munarisblog @karmaaf​ (sorry if I forgot anyone else)  Hope you enjoyed this 💜 Please feel free to leave comments/feedback! Masterlist

[pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles]

Little Surprises

Your husband Calum takes your daughter Lucy to pick out a puppy to foster, but things don’t go as planned.

This is pretty fluffy and there’s no smut (who am I???)

CW: strong language, mentions of depression, anxiety, alcohol, and pregnancy

"Hurry Daddy, hurry up before they close," Lucy, your four-year-old daughter, impatient as always, yelled from the back seat of Calum's Rover. 

"Just a second sweetpea, we have plenty of time," he replied over his shoulder as he walked with you back to the front door. You'd finally given in to Lucy's pleas to foster a dog during the lock down. Your daughter was intelligent, sociable, and bored out of her mind these past couple weeks. Her favorite, Uncle Michael, was helping to keep her occupied by playing animal crossing with her every day, but you limited her game time to one hour in the afternoon. So to help keep her occupied he showed her videos of the puppy they were fostering while stuck in the house. Once the idea was in her head there was no getting it out, and it didn't help that Calum thought it would teach her responsibility. With the two of them against you it was a miracle you held out a whole week.

 You hadn't been feeling well these past couple weeks and the idea of a puppy underfoot and needing taken care of was not something that appealed to you. Your husband managed to convince you by taking wonderful care of both his girls while you were all home together. He'd made up a schedule for Lucy that kept her out of your way so you could work until lunchtime when you traded off so he could promo his latest album. You'd started doing stretching and yoga together as a family before dinner for about a week now, and you could tell it was starting to pay off. Calum being home with nothing to do meant he'd been all over you every night and morning, and occasionally during nap time. You were loving it, but your back and hips were killing you. Still it was better than the first lockdown in 2020 when you hadn't been able to see each other for three months. He'd whisked you away to a beach cottage for a romantic weekend, and nine months later your daughter was born. 

 When the weather was nice they played in the backyard. Lucy adored her father, and anything did, she had to do.  She wanted to play soccer so Calum practiced with her running drills in the backyard and polishing up his own skills in the process. It was hard to concentrate on your laptop, and you caught yourself watching them instead of working. Part of you still marveled that this was your life, your family, and your husband. 

Had it really been just six years since the first night you'd met in a bar after a concert you'd both attended? You'd been so drunk you'd gasped and told him he looked just like "Calum Hood, the sexist fucking bass player in the world." Cal found that hilarious, but your boyfriend at the time very much did not. This led to a screaming match outside the club where he called you every name in the book and left you crying on the curb before taking a very expensive two-hour taxi ride home. In his anger he forgot you'd reserved a hotel room to avoid the drive after the show. You remembered the hotel but couldn't remember how to get there which made you cry harder.

Right then Calum came out for a smoke and found you a weepy, sloppy mess. After he'd calmed you down, he insisted on walking you back to your hotel. You thought it was right around the corner, but you got turned around and Calum ended up walking with you for almost thirty minutes before you found it. He insisted on having a female employee walk with y'all to your room before giving you a goodnight hug.

The next morning you'd been awoken by a pounding headache. You quickly downed three glasses of water and sat in the shower until the hot water ran out trying to piece together the previous night. You were convinced the handsome man was a figment of your imagination until you saw Calum Hood followed you on Instagram and Twitter. Opening your phone you found a new number saved as "The Real Calum Hood." 

You'd convinced yourself, after much yelling and multiple threats from your best friends, to take a once in a lifetime chance and go on a date with a bonafide rock star. You were convinced it would never work, but once Calum had his heart set, you never stood a chance.  You loved that man with a ferocity you hadn't known possible, and trusted him with your life, but if you ended up being the only one to clean up after this dog you were gonna kill him. 

*******

As Calum pulled out of the driveway he felt a twinge of guilt, he had every intention of getting you to change your mind about "fostering" a dog. He missed having a dog, Lucy was old enough, and it would teach her responsibility. He and Lucy had spent the past week getting ready for the puppy. They'd stocked up on supplies, watched videos about dog training

Growing up being shuffled between households, and always taking care of your siblings, you were never allowed to keep a pet. And while you craved the stability you found with Calum, Lucy and his family, you also panicked at the idea of being tied down. Two years ago, when you'd first married and bought this house, it took you several months to trust yourself to really decorate and make it your own. 

He smiled back at Lucy singing, "How Far I'll Go" at the top of her voice. You'd been hesitant to let her watch Disney movies, not wanting her to admire the pretty princess stereotype. Moana won you over, and your lock screen was still a picture of her and Calum as Moana and Maui for her very first trick or treat last fall. He loved you for giving him the greatest gift anyone could give. Even though Lucy was the spitting image of her aunt Mali the cleverness and quick wit that kept him on his toes was all you. 

This was a special trip so Lucy made sure to dress accordingly. She was going to wear her prettiest dress, but Calum had reminded her about how the dogs' paws could be dirty and scratch through the delicate fabric. After considering that she picked out her black and yellow Pokemon overalls paired with her child-size Doc Marten's, black like her dad's but with little multi-colored hearts. You'd pulled her dark curls into pigtails fastened with Pikachu hair bows. 

She was bouncing in her car seat as they pulled into the shelter.

"Puppy, puppy, puppy," she chanted as she unbuckled herself and he lifted her out of the car.

"Lucy Koa Hood if you take one more step away from this car," Calum warned his daughter, stopping her dead in her tracks before she bolted for the door. She looked up at him with those huge brown eyes, so much like his own, and grabbed his hand. She skipped towards the entrance pulling him along behind her.  

He'd already sent  the application and made an appointment so an employee was waiting to talk them back right away.

The sound and smell of dogs pricked at Calum's senses as they walked back towards the kennels. Lucy squeezed his hand tightly and he could feel a slight tremble. 

"Are you ok Lulu?" He was worried it was overwhelming for her and bent down to pick her up. 

She took a deep breath, puffed out her chest and looked him in the eye, and nodded. 

"I can walk Daddy. I'm a big girl," she told him, still clutching his hand. 

"Ok sweetpea, but if it gets too much let me know ok?" He reassured her, rubbing his thumb along the back of her tiny hand. 

Calum clicked a picture of Lucy's face as they brought in the puppy.  She had the biggest smile and her dark eyes were shining. She was so excited and was squirming and bouncing in her seat next to him. Cal stopped them from handing her the puppy until she could hold still. 

The puppy started wiggling as soon as they put him in Lucy's lap and began climbing up her chest, and licking her face. At first she giggled but she quickly got uncomfortable. She wanted to sit and pet him quietly. The little guy was energetic, rambunctious, in her face, and Calum could tell she didn't like it one bit. He scooped the pup out of her lap cradling it in his hands, gently holding him back so Lucy could reach in and pet him. The puppy let her pat his head a couple times before starting to gnaw on her fingers. 

Lucy snatched her hand back, crying out with surprise. Calum tried to explain to her that puppies were baby dogs and like babies they chewed on things and wiggled a lot, but Lucy outright refused to touch it again.

"No thank you, Daddy, I don't think that's the right one," she told him, crossing her arms across her chest. 

He handed the puppy back to the employee and asked to see the next one. Lucy's excitement had dimmed but it was still there when the employee brought back a pretty gold and white pup. He took her first, but this one was even more rowdy than the last one. Lucy clapped her hands and giggled watching the little gal attack Calum with much ferocity if very little coordination, but she refused to even try to pet it. 

"No thank you, I'll pass," Lucy politely declined and Calum was starting to wonder if they were going to leave with a dog after all.

"Ok we'll try one more," the employee told them smiling at Lucy who nodded and smiled back. 

"We don't have to get one today Lulu, it's ok to keep looking for a while," he reminded her.

"We just have to be patient, everything will work out," she tried to reassure him, speaking gently and patting his arm.

"Wonder where you got that from?" Calum snickered at your all too familiar phrase. 

The employee brought the final puppy in, and Calum felt hopeful when he saw the little fella was sleepy and not hyped up. Lucy was beaming and let them set the puppy in her lap. 

"Easy, easy" she whispered to herself and she stroked the brown and white fur. "See it's not so bad." She grinned at Calum looking both thrilled and relieved, but then her face twisted into a horrified look of shock. He was confused until the next second when she picked the puppy, still peeing, out of her lap holding it over the floor. 

The shelter worker grabbed the puppy, as Lucy burst into tears. Calum slid next to his daughter, putting his arm around her and curling her into his side. He kissed the top of her head over and over, rubbing her back, and murmuring "it's ok baby, it's ok," until she caught her breath again. 

They returned with a towel and helped get her dried off as best they could. Calum decided to call it a day and Lucy started sniffling all over again. He knelt down so he could talk to his daughter face to face.

"Don't cry sweetpea," he brushed the tears off her cheeks. "It just wasn't meant to be today, but they have our application on file. We'll make another appointment and come back. At least now we know a puppy might not be the best idea and we'll see what other options we have ok. Now if I know your mom she's got an outfit stashed for you in the car. We'll get you changed and go get ice cream ok?" 

She stood up still hiccuping and wiping her face. Calum went to pick her up but she shook her head and backed away. 

"No Daddy, I'm not scared, I'm just upset," she protested, still sniffling but fighting it back. " I wanna see the dogs when we leave." 

"Can we leave through the kennels?" Calum asked.

"Of course," the employee smiled down at Lucy. "I've got some stickers for you up front too. Just follow me." 

They led the back through a hallway and a set of double doors. The dogs went nuts when they saw them and Lucy stood back for a second. The shelter worker started to ask if she was ok but Calum held his hand up, motioning for them to wait. He watched his daughter squeeze her eyes shut and ball up her fists while taking deep breaths. Her lips were moving and he eased closer to hear what she was saying. 

"You're a big girl. You are smart. You are brave. You can do this." Lucy was repeating the words he'd heard your say to their daughter whenever her courage faltered. He felt a lump in his throat watching his little girl finding the inner strength you'd given her starting the day she took her first breath. 

She stuck her chin out and grabbed his hand, keeping close by his side as they walked. She gave a little wave as they passed the kennels.

"Bye doggies, bye doggies," she called out softly, her normal exuberance and energy tempered by the day's unfortunate events. Calum kept her hand in his as he chatted with the shelter employee. They told him they were a big fan of the band and played guitar from time to time. Cal started to offer to take a pic when he felt Lucy tugging at his hand. 

"C'mon sweetpea, we gotta get you changed. We'll come back another day," he told her. 

"Daddy wait a minute, I wanna see something," she pulled harder trying to get away.

"Next time Lulu, next time, I think you've had enough today," he pulled her along and she stumbled a bit making him stop. 

"My shoes need tied," she told him and he let go of her hand, ready to bend down to fix it.

Lucy turned on her heel and took off back towards the kennels. Doc Marten's don't make the best running shoes, but Calum was wearing his too. Not only that, she caught him off guard so she had already tumbled to a stop by the time he caught up. He saw her fall and was worried she hurt herself. He stopped when he saw her on her knees scooting towards one of the cages.

"Hi there, don't be scared" her voice was soft and soothing. Calum scanned the cage, finally spotting a small dog huddled in the corner. Golden colored fur shot through with silver and black with a pair of light blue eyes peering at their little group. 

"I'm Lucy, what's your name? Come say hi, I'm not scary like these big dogs," Lucy pat the top of her thighs trying to coax the dog over. 

"His name is Astro," Calum read the sign for her.

"And he's four years old, like me," Lucy told him pointing at the number above her head.

"No sweetpea, that's the cage number," Calum explained but the shelter employee broke in

"Actually Astro is four like you, but he's very shy and doesn't like most people," they informed her. 

"What's his story? What breed is that?" Calling was curious. Astro had at least turned to face them, ears forward listening to them. 

"Astro, Astro," Lucy called him. "Come here pretty boy." She tried whistling but she couldn't do it so she ended up spitting on herself.

"So Astro is 4, and there's definitely some corgi because he's got short little legs. Other than that our best guess is Australian Shepherd? His owner passed away maybe five, six months ago. Her daughter owns cats and the dog isn't very social so he ended up here. He's quiet so he rarely gets noticed," they quietly filled Calum in.

"Good with kids?" He asked.

"No clue, he keeps to himself and doesn't really deal with people." They shrugged, not knowing what to say. 

They stopped at the sound of a whimper. Astro was belly crawling incredibly slowly towards Lucy who hadn't stopped talking. 

"Come on Astro, come on. You can sleep in my room and we can be best friends. I have a best friend Sam but she's at school. Be my friend Astro pleeeaaasseee. I'm four just like you. We're not babies like puppies or my uncle Ashton has a baby, her name is Lauren. She's little so we can't play with her yet, but her sister Annie is four like us, and Kat is three. I forgot," her little hands fluttered with excitement. "Oh Astro, listen listen, Uncle Michael will let us come over. We can go in the pool, and he has dogs that will be your friend too. And I have the best mommy and daddy. Mommy is so pretty. She dances with me and says I am brave. I am smart. You need to be brave too Astro."

By now the dog was closer, almost in reach. Astro's eyes were fixed on Lucy, listening intently. Calum squatted down next to his daughter. "Lulu are you sure?" 

Lucy nodded rapidly, her pigtails bouncing as she answered. "Completely sure Daddy. He's lonely, I need to be his friend." 

Calum laughed, but it died when he looked down and saw the sadness and hope in the dog's eyes. "Poor little guy," Calum thought. "He doesn't know what's happening, just that he's been abandoned." 

 "Can we take him? Instead of a puppy?" He asked. 

"Please, please, please?" Lucy scrambled to her feet, bouncing on her toes, and her dark eyes pleading with them. 

"Of course, I just gotta get some paperwork. Come with me to the front and I'll get that taken care of," they started to lead Calum away but Lucy held back.

"I gotta go up front for the paper works, but you're coming home with us Astro," Lucy told him.

She turned and started to follow them, and Astro let out a long mournful whine. She turned around and went back.

"It's ok, I'll be right here. I won't leave you," Lucy blew him a kiss and ran back to her dad. 

They got up to the front and Calum told the employee they had to step outside for a moment.

"Daddy no, we can't leave," Lucy started to cry again. "We gotta get Astro."

"We will Lulu, but if I don't get you changed your mother will have my neck. I don't need mama mad at me," Calum told her. 

Lucy accepted that and didn't protest farther. You always packed a "car bag" whenever Lucy went anywhere in case of emergencies. Sure enough, tucked under the wet wipes, hair ties, and first aid kit was a change of clothes including socks and underwear. Fortunately it hadn't soaked through, so Calum took her shoes off and quickly changed her in the back of the Rover to leggings and a tunic.  

"He's gonna think we left him," she was pulling at him as they walked back in. 

They'd just walked through the door and they could hear Astro's whimpering as they were bringing him out. Calum whipped out his camera just in time to record Lucy's reaction when the dog came out, but it was Astro's expression of joy that touched him most. Lucy knelt down and Astro shuffled up to her, still a little skittish. She was patient, patting her thighs and calling softly to him until he finally came in close and rested his snout on her shoulder giving her a small lick on her ear. Lucy giggled and wrapped her arms around him. Calum took a picture and sent it to you as a heads up with the caption.

Lucy and Astro ❤️ I'll explain when I get home. I love you

Astro? I thought we were fostering a puppy. How can I say no now? We'll have this conversation later after Lucy goes to bed. I love you

*******

You rubbed your temples and sighed, hating yourself for being so irritated. You weren't feeling well and had a lot on your mind. You needed to have a conversation with your husband, but that would have to wait. 

You were in the kitchen checking on dinner when you heard the car pulling into the driveway. You made it to the door and were greeted by your daughter's excited chatter. Calum came around with Lucy, in different clothes then she's left in, dancing backward trying to control herself. You caught sight of Astro, a beautiful dog but seemed timid. He was watching Lucy's every move. Calum smiled at you and mouthed "are you ok?" You nodded and smiled back, not wanting him to worry.  

Astro wouldn't come near you, and ducked away when you reached out for him. He trailed behind Lucy as she introduced him to the house. 

"Hey you," Calum murmured in your ear, coming up behind you. You leaned back into his embrace, feeling your mind and body relax in a way only Calum could bring out. "I have to do some laundry. Why don't you go rest up and let me watch over the kid." 

"Sweetheart I'm fine, I've got a veggie lasagna in the oven. I've just been tired, but we can talk about that later. What happened at the shelter? I notice she changed clothes," you turned around, gazing up at your husband. You never got tired of looking at his face, still amazed you were lucky enough to love him. 

"One of the puppies peed on her. It was a disaster, and I really thought we were coming home empty-handed." 

"So how did we end up with Astro?" You reached up and booped his nose.

Calum grinned and wrinkled his nose in response," you always do that." 

"Your nose is always cute." 

"We were leaving through the kennels, and she was pretty freaked out. She had to psych herself up saying, I am smart, I am brave. I swear you're such a great mom. I'm so glad I knocked you up," he told you, landing a kiss on your lips. "As we were leaving she stopped, and even tricked me by telling me her shoes were untied. She took off and found this small creature that needed her to be his friend. The shelter employee said Astro ignored pretty much everyone until Lucy came along. She was so patient, I was really surprised, but she waited for him to come to her. She kept telling him she wanted to be his friend. It was the cutest thing."

"What no video?" 

"Of course, but Lucy has been a bit too quiet. Let's go see what she's up to," he kissed you again, reluctant to let go. "Are you sure you're ok?" 

"Yes, Cal," you replied as you stepped back and took his hand. 

You found Lucy in her playroom introducing Astro to her toys, bringing each one out and letting him sniff it before putting it back. 

Later at dinner Lucy chattered away in her booster seat while Astro laid by her chair. He finally let you pet him in return for some wet dog food. He seemed to be adjusting pretty well for the first night until it was time for bed. He whimpered and whined when Calum put him in his crate. Lucy, overtired and cranky, began sobbing inconsolably. You were tempted to not give in, but Calum compromised by letting Lucy "camp out." They pulled out Lucy's sleeping bag so she could sleep in her playroom with the crate. 

"We'll figure it out tomorrow, my love," Calum assured you. He got them settled in and Astro quieted down once Lucy laid down. You stood in the doorway watching him tuck your daughter in and sing her to sleep. In no time she was out like a light, and Cal turned his attention to you. 

"It's been a long day," he kissed you and pulled you back towards the living room. "Let me make you a drink and give you a backrub," He gave you a wink and a wicked smile as his hand slid down to your ass. 

"Would you make me a cup of tea, and then we can talk back rub. Although it always ends up going further than that." You laugh at the smirk he gives you in response. 

"You're the one who starts it," he reminded her.

"Not fair," you protest. "You're such a tease." 

"Me, I'm completely innocent," Calum protested.

"You are not, but you're very handsome so I'll let it slide." You sat on the couch and the anxiety came creeping back. 

Calum brought your tea, a bag of cookies, and settled in next to you. He pulled you in close to his side, wrapping his arm around you, and throwing your legs over his so you were sitting at an angle that he could see your face.

"Now will you please tell me what's going on? You've been stressing for days, and you won't tell me what's going on. Please don't shut me out. If you're having a rough time, just tell me. We can work through anything, but I don't want it to get bad like last time." You'd always struggled with depression, and you'd had a terrible time after Lucy was born. His thumb stroked the back of your hand as he spoke, and you saw the worry in his eyes and felt terribly guilty. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry," you began, but Calum cut you off.

"Don't apologize, my love, just talk to me," Calum took your hand and raised it to his mouth for a kiss.

"Ok, I know this isn't the best timing. You're going on tour and Lucy starts kindergarten in the fall. Do you remember Luke's pool party?"

"The madness of all the kids together. Luke almost setting the grill on fire. You in that blue swimsuit." Calum's voice dropped to a growl as his hand slid up your thigh. 

"Don't you start, that's how I got in this predicament," you warned him.

"I don't start anything, but I finish it.  Don't think I won't take you right here in the living-" Calum stopped, his eyes going wide as he looked at you.

He looked at the mug of tea steaming on the coffee table then back at your face. His hand moved from your legs to your waist, resting on your belly.

"You're pregnant?" 

You nodded. "Like I said I'm sorry the timing isn't ideal but-." Your words were smothered in a kiss as Calum pulled you onto his lap. 

"Are you sure? Did you take a test?" 

"While you guys were gone. I've suspected it for about a week now, but I needed a test." 

"Can I see it?" 

"It's in my purse." 

Calum grabbed your bag and was back by your side instantly. He watched as you pulled out a plastic baggie work the test in it. He saw the two blue lines right away, and he started to cry. You panicked, thinking for a second he was upset with you, but when he looked up at you, you'd never seen him look happier. 

"Come here you," he pulled you onto him so you were straddling him on the couch, sitting face to face. "Forget about the timing, we've never done anything at the right time." He cupped your face in his hands, brushing his fingers along your jawline and cheeks. "None of that matters because it's you and I, and together we can get through anything. I love you so much. You're the best mom. I can't believe we're gonna have another little one," he gave you a kiss, and then another.  "I can never thank you enough for everything you've given me and how happy you make me every day." He wiped his eyes but the tears wouldn't stop. 

"Why are you crying? Are you going soft on me Hood?" You asked, but you were laughing and crying along with him.

He pushed himself off the couch, lifting you up with him in one fluid motion. 

"Feel those muscles baby? Definitely not soft," Calum growled in your ear as he carried you down the hall. 

"What are you doing?" You asked as he stopped so y'all could peek in on Lucy and Astro.

"I'm about to show my beautiful wife how much I love her. Especially now that I don't have to worry about getting you pregnant."

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Explanations.

This is part 5 of Kitten. Sorry it ends weird this is harder to write then what I thought it would be haha. Let me know what you think please!

Fic Summery: Sophia has never known love, her always picking the “good guy” him always turning out to be like a snake in the weeds. What will happen when shes took home one night by a “bad guy” him showing her things she never knew about herself.

Part Summery:Dean give Sophia a bit of an explanation.

Warnings: Talk of BDSM

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Part 1  Part 4

The rest of dinner was relatively silent after that. Surprisingly, it wasn't awkward. Sam and Dean talked amongst themselves that I was thankful for. I wasn’t ready to start talking despite trying a few times since I was here.

The months of being smacked or hit every time I opened my mouth made me scared to even whimper.

I knew Dan wasn’t like that and I don’t think his brother was either but that didn’t convince my body.

Despite that both Dean and Sam would ask me questions always yes or no and would include me in their conversation as best they could.

I appreciated it but after the tenth shrug and twelve head nod I was wanting to go back to my room.

“Are you done?” Dean asks looking down at me picking at half of my first taco.

I nod at him, making him frown.

“Are you full or just scared to eat more?”

I shrug not really have an answer. My stomach was rolling. I couldn't tell if that was from being hungry or not wanting anything else inside me.

“One more bite and you can stop.” He says sweaty, reminding me of what my mom used to say to me when I was a kid.

‘One more bite Sophia and you can go play.’ I think in my mother's voice as I pick up the taco and take one more bite.

Dean smiles at me, making me blush. Him looking at me as if I really made him happy by eating.

‘Maybe he just likes watching people eat?’ I think smiling back at him.

‘But then again he wasn’t watching Sam eat so that’s not it.’

That thought goes out the window when the large door at the top of the steps opens. I never really thought about it until now. My brain always thinks you got in from the car garage. But there was clearly another exit.

The door slowly pushes open as a dark haired man wearing a trench coat walks in. He looks around, closes the door and starts walking down the steps.

“Well well well look what the cat dragged in.” Sam says, smiling at him getting up to greet the man with a hug.

“It’s nice to see you as well Sam.” The man says return the hug.

“What brought you here Cas?” Dean asks leaning back in his car sipping at his pop from the taco place.

“You know why.” This Cas guy says his blue eyes going from Dean to me.

“New pet?” He asks, cocking his head at me like a puppy.

“No.” Dean says calmly but it was clear he didn’t want that brought up again.

I dropped my head knowing exactly why Dean didn’t want anyone to think I was with him. Despite the weird names everyone kept calling me. Who called their partner a pet?

I wonder why he called me that but not long enough to get the answer or care too much about it. Cas saying something that got my attention.

“I need information.”

“Case got you stumped?”Sam says gesturing towards the seat next to him.

“You could say that.” Cas says, sitting down, a badge flashing on his hip as he does.

‘This guy is a cop?’ I think looking at him.

‘No, not a cop. Dressed too nice to be one.’ I think looking at the suit he was wearing.

His shoes were dress shoes and his hair was styed in that messy I woke up like this look. ‘Detective maybe?’ I think, settling that that was the best answer.

Dean glances at me, his brows wrinkling together. A wave of fear goes through me. Feeling like I did something wrong I drop my head and close my eyes waiting for him to hit me or start yelling.

“Sophia why don’t you head back to your room. I’ll come check on you in a bit.” He says softly.

Lifting my head up slowly I look at him to see him relaxed. Sam handed Cas the extra tacos he got. They are all relaxed.

No one was mad at me.

Taking a breath I nod and stand up.

I push my chair back in and head back towards my room. Once inside it I feel a weight lift off me.

No more talking, or eating, or people. Walking to sit on the bed I start to clean the stuff off the notebook still sitting there with my questions.

Picking it up I write down a couple that popped into my head at dinner then lay down.

I felt exhausted for some reason and all I wanted was a nap. Knowing Dean was going to come see me soon I settled for just sitting down and leaning against the wall. That was the last thing I remember.

I jump hearing the door opening, my heart pounding as the frightening images slip from my mind. I look at the door to see Dean standing there, his hand on the knob.

“Sorry just checking on you you.” He says smiling softly.

Smiling back I move to sit up. Laying over in my sleep state.

“Do you want me to leave?”

I shook my head that being the last thing I wanted him to do. I ignored being around Dean. He made me feel safe.

“Alright I’ll stay for a bit.” He says walking into the room and shutting the door behind him.

Walking to sit on the end of the bed like he did earlier today his green eyes fall to the notebook on the bedside table.

“You wrote down more questions.” He states picking it up.

I nod my cheeks flushing.

Instead of reading the questions out loud this time he reads over them and then sits down.

“To answer your questions from earlier. You don’t have to pay me back for staying here. You can stay as long as you want and I’m thirty. How old are you?” He asks looking at me.

I hold up two fingers then three telling him I’m twenty three.

“That’s not as bad as I thought I was guessing you were barely twenty.” He says chuckling.

I smile at his laugh, making my stomach flutter. It was nice to see someone happy.

“As for your other questions, the guy from before, that’s Cas. He’s a private investigator. He stops by from time to time when he needs help with a case. Now before you ask how we help him we give him insider knowledge on some things.” He says making me wonder what those things were.

“I won’t lie, some of those things are exactly legal but it pays the bills.” He says smirking.

He once again chuckles making my face wrinkle in confusion.

“You're cute when you're confused.” He says making me blush and look down.

It’s been a long time since someone called me cute. I think I was still in middle school. But it sounded different coming out of Dean’s mouth. I felt flattered being called cute.

“On to the last question. Why did he call you my pet? Well that’s what I call the girls I get into a relationship with. That is of course if they are one.” He says casually.

“There is that confused look again.” He says smiling.

I let out a huff hating that I was confused but he was talking in riddles again.

“Do you remember when we talked the day I took you back?” He asks, making memories fill my head. I nod telling him yes, I remembered.

Of course I remember it was the day I wish I could go back to and change my answer. The day I went back home to the devil himself.

“We talked about Crowely’s club Hell? The BDSM place.” He says slowly as if he is walking on thin ice.

I nod my head again wondering why he is talking about this.

“Well I’m a member of that club. It’s an interest of mine. Well more than that I live the lifestyle.” He says his ears turning red as if he was embarrassed.

“Gosh why is this so hard to explain? I guess because I know you know nothing about it.” He says his gaze jumping from me to the bed then back to me.

“I would tell you to look it up but it would probably scare you.” He says swallowing.

“I’m not like...normal people. When I’m with someone I’m not just dating them. We don’t just have sex or have a relationship. There are rules, punishments, rewards. Everything is talked about and written in a contact before we do anything with each other.” He says making my head spin.

I had no idea what he was talking about and as if he could read my thoughts he didn’t go on instead he backtracked.

“The night we met I was looking for a new submissive. I’m what they call a dominant. I’m also a caregiver, master and owner but we will get into those later if ever you want to talk about them but I’ll just explain the basics. That is of course if you want me to. I can shut up and we pretend this never happened.”

I shake my head, the curious side of me getting the better of me.

“You want me to go on?”

I nod and smile wanting to know what he was talking about.

“Alright.” He says smiling widely as if I just made his day.

“I’ll try to answer the questions I’m sure you’ll think of. Also tell me if you want to stop talking about this. Just hold your hand up. Alright?” He asks softly. As if he is scared of frightening me.

I nod, telling him I understand.

“Okay so where was I? Oh dominates and submissives.” He says with his eyes meeting mine.

“Like I said I am a domante, or dom for short. As a dom I would have control over you. I know that sounds scary but it’s not what you’re thinking. As I said we would make an agreement before we ever did anything. Also I’m saying this hypothetically I’m not asking or expecting you to do anything. Just explaining.”

I smile knowing that’s what he meant by we. Of course he wouldn’t want that with me. I was broken and used he wouldn’t want me.

“As the dom, I would give you a set of rules to follow. Once again that we would talk about beforehand. They could be simple like telling you to go to bed at a certain time. Or something more complex as me giving you a meal plan right down to counting out your peas for dinner. It all depends on what the submissive or sub needs or wants. Some want complete control, others just want fun play time.” He says smiling as if he was thinking of a fond memory.

“You asked a question about the kennel so I’ll really answer it. The previous sub hated it so I used it as a punishment. Hence why it’s still here. That room is what I call my play room. There is nothing else in it because new sub means new toys.” He says using his hands as he talks.

“As the sub you would follow my rules or get punished. If followed you get rewards. I know this isn’t for everyone. Most people just use it in the bedroom but I found that I enjoyed it in all parts of my life. Each dynamic is different. No two relationships are the same. That’s why I make all my subs sign a contract before anything happens between us.” He says smiling softly.

“You look confused again.”

I nod telling him I am. I knew what he was saying but I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

I reach for the notebook still on the nightstand and scribble out a question. He reads it then hands it back to me.

“A sub isnt your girlfriend but a girlfriend can be a sub. Like I said, me and Sam don’t have girlfriends. Our lives are dangerous so I would never agree to that with anyone. My subs would come here for the weekend, give me check ins through the week and that was it. We never went on dates unless that was a reward. Relationships are tricky.” He says making me frown.

Mostly because it made me more confused but also because I was picturing us together despite him saying hypothetically.

I nod my head, wanting him to know I was listening, a soft sigh leaving my mouth.

“Did I upset you?” He asks him looking worried.

I shake my head and shrug not knowing how to answer.

“Okay. Do you want me to continue?”

I shake my head, having enough to think about for the night.

“Alright.” He says this time he’s the one that sounds disappointed.

“I’ll let you go to bed.” He says standing up.

I watched him walk over to the door, my mind racing but despite that I knew I didn’t want him to go. But I didn’t say anything. I never say anything. I watch him open the door, looking back at me for just a moment.

“Goodnight Sophia.” He says softly then leaves me alone.

I sit there in the silence trying to understand what Dean had to say. My mind is full of questions. Laying down to try and fall asleep I quickly realized that was going to be impossible. I hated that feeling.

I stair at the wall as what Dean said replays in my mind. I wanted to know more but knew I shouldn’t ask. Even if I could. I thought about writing them down but got embasred by the thought.

Knowing that I wasn’t going to sleep any time soon I settled for coloring instead. When that started to become more aggravating than relaxing I topped and just looked at the ceiling. After what felt like hours my mouth got dry and my stomach let out a rubble.

I looked at the clock seeing that it was almost three AM. Chewing on my lip I wondered if anyone was up.

‘Would they get mad if I got up for a snack?’ I think fear fills my mind.

‘Dean said I could go to the kitchen whenever I wanted.’ I remind myself.

After arguing in my own mind for a few minutes another rumble settles the argument.

I get out of bed and step out into the dark hallway. Along the top of the walls every six or so feet were dim red lights guiding you through the large bunker.

‘Why do they live in a bunker?’ I wonder as I slowly walk towards the kitchen.

‘Dean said his life was dangerous, how?’

Thought similar to that play through my mind as I find my way to the kitchen. A light over the stove and table light the room enough that I can walk to the fridge.

I open it expecting to find leftovers and take out everywhere instead I find it's organized quite well.

Seeing pudding cups I grab one feeling like a little kid as I begin to sneak back to my room with it.

I stop when I pass one of the many book shelves. The topic of mine and Dean’s conversation coming back to mind as I see the four capital letters on the spine of the book.

My face grows hot as I pick up the book and I quickly rush back to my room.

Climbing into bed with my snack and book I flip it open shocked at what I see. Pictures of women tied up with rope and other things fill the pages.

Notes on the different knots or tools are written under each one. Some of the women are naked some of them are not.

This wasn’t at all what Dean talked about. This seemed scary and strange and I didn’t want anything to do with it.

Despite my fear I found myself reading more and more.

I practically jumped out of my skin when my bedroom door opened Dean standing there.

“Oh you're up.” He says smiling at me.

Blushing I nod and foolishly quickly hide the book I’m reading or at least try to.

“A little light reading?” He asks a smirk on his face as he walks into the room.

I open my mouth to speak but of course nothing comes out. My face is bright red I’m sure as he takes the book gently from me.

“Didn’t peg you for a rope bunny.” He says flipping through the pages.

I quickly shook my head not knowing what that meant but I knew I wasn’t one.

“You don’t want to be tied up like this?” He asks, holding up the book.

I shake my head again.

“Noted.” He says smiling and placing the book down on the nightstand.

“A rope bunny is someone who enjoys that by the way.” He says sweetly.

“It’s not really my thing either I rather have my submissive touch me if I’m honest. But enough about that I have a meeting and Sam went on a run. Just came to tell you I’m leaving.” He says standing up.

“Feel free to read anything else you want and of course use the kitchen.” He says walking towards the door.

“Oh I almost forgot.” He says, pulling a phone from his jacket.

It made me notice he was dressed in a nice suit.

He walks over to me and hands me a standard smartphone.

“I got this for you yesterday incase you need anything. Mine and Sam’s number are already saved. Feel free to call me if something happens.” He says smiling kindly.

I smile back at him and nod.

“Alright see you later Sophia.” He says leaving and closing the door behind him.

I take a deep breath and look over at the clock seeing that it’s 9 AM. I let out a yawn and rub my eyes wondering what I’m going to do with the rest of my day.

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Armageddon Chapter 1 (Dean x Reader)

Title: Armageddon Chapter 1

Summary: Space. The Final Frontier. But for Dean Winchester, space was the last place he thought he would ever go. His family life isn’t perfect, his job isn’t ideal, but he has (Y/n), the woman he loves. Sam Winchester never thought his life would turn out the way it did. He is divorced, alone, and his brother most likely hates him. Working for NASA was not going to be easy. But, when a threat to the earth has him calling on his family for help, what can he do? can Sam and Dean push past his family issues to keep the Earth spinning another day? Based on the movie of the same name.Pairings: Dean x Reader; Sam x Jessica

Chapter Warnings: Brief language, implied sexual content, the beginning of impending doom.

AN: Check out my Patreon to get access to fics before they come to Tumblr! Also, I am doing a song for each chapter like I did with This Life. The song for this chapter is Can’t Stop Loving You by Van Halen. This was written by @flamencodiva and myself.

 Another late day at the office. Sam Winchester groaned as he pulled into the driveway of his house. It was quiet and empty. It had been almost five years since he and Jessica had split. She went back to a house her parents owned in San Antonio, and Sam stayed in Houston. So he always came back to an empty house.

Well, he had Sadie. His always faithful dog there to keep him company. But Jess was gone, and so was their adorable little boy. Sam got time with him, but not near as much as he had wanted. Work kept him busy though, so he didn’t have a lot of time for him to come around. Sam made his way into the house, Sadie there to greet him from her backyard kennel. Sam let her in, scratching her ears.

“At least I have you girl.” He smiled at his dog and hung his keys on the hook by the door. The house was pretty quiet, just the humming of the AC and the fridge running. Sam loosened his tie and pulled off his jacket, tossing them on the island in the middle of the kitchen. He knew that there wasn’t much in those light wood cabinets. There was some beer in the fridge, and some leftovers from dinner the previous night.

But he had a couple days off to relax and buy some groceries now. And maybe he could convince Jess to let him have a day trip with Ashton to the zoo or something. He missed that kid dearly. Shaking the thoughts out of his head, Sam tried to relax a bit. Grabbing a plate with leftovers, he placed it in the microwave. He cracked his neck some trying to relive the tension in his shoulders. Once the microwave beeped, he grabbed his beer and food and made his way to his TV. Settling in, he had leaned back to relax when the phone rang. With a groan, he reached for it and sighed.

“Winchester?” Sam rubbed his eyes.

“Sam,” the voice sounded urgent. “We need you to come back in, something’s happened out on the coast.”

“Are you kidding? I just got home.” Sam sighed.

“Look, I don’t care if you come in in your sweats and a Barbie t-shirt. I need you to get here and get here now.” The voice said. “Sam, listen, it’s bad. Real bad.” Sam closed his eyes and led Sadie back out to the kennel.

“I’m on my way.”

***********

Gulf of Mexico

John Winchester stood at the edge of the rig, watching the protestors on the boats, screaming about fracking and how they were harming the environment. John chuckled a little and looked over at Ash, who was setting up a golf tee.

“Can you believe this?” John asked, motioning at the boats.

“What?” Ash asked.

“How the hell do they think those boats run? Fairy dust and unicorn farts?” John laughed. “You should be thanking me!” John yelled over to them, knowing they probably couldn’t even hear him. Ash handed John his golf club and smirked as he lined up his shot.

“Fore!” John yelled, driving the ball towards the boat. Ash picked up his night briefing while John teased with the protestors. “God Ash, what could be better than this?”

“John, number 2 chewed through 180 feet last night,” Ash told him. John smirked and turned to look at Ash, who was trying to hide the smile on his face.

“And who do we have to thank for that?” John asked. Ash cleared his throat.

“Well, I’ll give you two guess, but you’re only going to need one,” Ash explained. John growled a little.

“Damn it, Dean!” John yelled out as he threw his club down. “I’m gonna kill him.” He marched away from his homemade driving range and headed towards the room he knew Dean was sleeping in. He smacked the door hard. “Dean! Get up!” John yelled.

Dean sat up, rubbing his eyes. He could hear his dad’s angry voice on the other side of the door and realized what was going on. John threw open the door as Dean jumped up wearing just his boxers and a tank top.

“Oh good, you’re in bed,” John said.

“Uh, hi dad…” Dean said. “You looking for me?”

“No, I’m looking for James Dean,” John said. “Of course I’m looking for you!” He walked towards Dean, who backed up.

“Look, I know you’re pissed and…” John held up a hand, silencing Dean.

“Dean, you’ve seen me pissed,” John grumbled. “What I’m feeling right now? Well, I would say that this is beyond pissed.” He gave an angry smirk as he glared at his eldest son. “Tell me, Dean, did I or did I not shut down number two last night?”

“Yeah, but I had a hunch and…” Dean started, but John raised his hand again to stop him from speaking.

“Okay Dean, let me tell you something,” John started. “Someday, many years from now when I’m in the ground, and you’re running this, you can make the decisions to run the drills at night. But as long as I’m breathing, you disobey my rules, you have to deal with the consequences. Got it?”

“Yeah, yeah of course,” Dean said. John raised an eyebrow. Normally Dean argued. Today, it was like he was trying to get him out of the room. “I screwed up, and I’m sorry. Now I will just think about the choices I made and work to make myself better.” Dean said, trying to usher John towards the door.

“What’s going on here?” John asked.

“What do you mean?” Dean asked, trying to play innocent. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He was now trying to keep John’s attention on him.

“Dean, you’ve been alive for thirty-five, and you’ve never once apologized to me this quickly.” John narrowed his eyes at John. John’s eyes scanned the room and found a black and white, lacy bra hanging off the bed. “Dean…”

“I uh, it might be Ketch’s…” Dean’s eyes widened a little and John turned around, stopping (Y/n) from going any farther.

(Y/n) froze in her spot, she was lucky to even be able to button Deans flannel enough to cover what she needed. She closed her eyes and cursed softly. Hanging her head in defeat, she cleared her throat.

“Hi John,” She muttered staying in her spot. John turned to look back at Dean.

“(Y/n), put some clothes on.” John looked at his son. “You, wait here. I’ll be right back.” Dean took off out the backdoor then. John went to his office.

“What’s going on?” Ketch asked, looking over from his controls.

“My son is dead,” John said, getting his shotgun. “I’m gonna stuff him and mount him and use him as a teaching aid on why you don’t screw around with my best friend’s daughter.”

(Y/n) having gotten dressed rushed out of the room and put herself between John and Dean.

“John, don’t!” She looked him in the eye.

“(Y/n), move,” John said, pointing his shotgun at Dean. (Y/n) looked over at Ketch for help, who just raised his hands. He wasn’t getting involved.

“John, you’re being ridiculous,” she stood firm not even letting Dean move her out of the way. “You both are behaving like children, and if that clock is right… we have investors coming on in five.” she nodded her head towards the clock and raised her eyebrow at John. John lowered his gun.

“Go get dressed,” John said. “(Y/n) use the room. Dean, up in the office. Now.” (Y/n) gave Dean a look before heading back towards the room to provide Dean with some clothes and to get dressed. Dean looked back at John.

“Dad, man to man, I love her,” Dean said.

“I still have time to shoot you,” John said. (Y/n) handed Dean some clothes then went to change.

“Do you really think that low of me?” Dean asked, taking the clothes and heading to the office. “Is it because I’m not in some cushy office job like Sam? Because look how that turned out for him.”

“Dean, I don’t want to do this right now. Just go get into your uniform.” John growled. Dean sighed and headed to the office, changing into the jumpsuit he wore while drilling.

(Y/n) shook her head at John, “You know he worked his ass off to finish school. He’s working on his masters, and you can’t even see that he is a good man, John. My dad wouldn’t treat him like this, and you know it.” (Y/n) shook her head as she adjusted her business attire and fixed her hair. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a tour to give.” With that, she left the room giving a soft smile to Dean as she passed him.

**********

NASA Headquarters

Houston Texas

Sam sat at the conference table with other people just as confused as he was. They were waiting on the full report, but so far, all they knew was that a large meteorite had fallen somewhere on the east coast and had caused lots of damage. He knew that the media would eat it up and would be showing up at their doorstep soon to demand answers. But that’s the problem. They didn’t have any answers.

“I know about as much as you guys do.” Director Robert Singer said as he settled at the head of the conference table. “Has anyone been able to figure out anything?”

“It took out one of the space stations.” One of the men said. “There was no time to get them out of the way.”

“Shit,” Bobby grumbled. “What else?”

“We’ve been mapping the trajectory,” Another scientist said. The woman pushed her glasses onto her face. “We have estimated the ETA to hit the earth at about 22 days.”

“Why the hell was something like this not brought to my attention sooner?” Bobby asked.

“It just changed courses suddenly,” Someone else said. “We’ve been trying to see if it would change again, but it’s kept a steady path this time.”

“Damn it!” Bobby hit the table. “Shit like this happens, you tell people. This could cost lives.” He motioned at the sky. “Shit. What are we supposed to do now?”

"Sir, we could right now try and measure the object and see if our satellites can figure out what it is” a voice from the end of the table spoke up. “We could also try to pinpoint where it will hit exactly, and a time frame on how to try and destroy it." Charlie Bradbury, one of the scientists who had just transferred from Florida, explained to them. "We would then need to come up with a plan, once we know more."

“Well?” Bobby said looking around the room. “What are you all waiting for? Get moving! Ya Idjits!” Everyone jumped up and started to get to work. Bobby looked over at Sam. “We really stepped in it this time, haven’t we?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Sam said. “I’ve been sitting here, doing the calculations and everything.”

“I trust your math Sam, I do. But right now we need one hell of a plan to figure out what the hell we’re dealing with.”

“Director Turner is on the phone now trying to get some answers.” Bobby sighed. “But I think he’s dealing with the president. And you know how well he likes to get answers and give out blame.” Sam chuckled a little. He had been on his fair share of those calls.

Sam and Bobby made their way toward Director Turner’s office. Rufus was sitting at his desk, on the phone with the President. He kept trying to open his mouth to talk. As Sam and Bobby approached Rufus’s desk, a scientist ran by and place a paper on his desk.

“Can we stop calling it an anomaly, what is this thing?” The President’s voice dripped with annoyance.

“This just in,” Rufus stated. “It’s an asteroid.”

“An asteroid?” The President asked. “How big is it?” Rufus read the paper.

“It’s diameter according to the Hubble telescope is approximately 96.7 Billion….” He shook his head and looked up at Bobby and Sam. “It’s the size of Texas Sir,” Rufus drawled. Sam placed his hand to his mouth to stifle his laugh. If this had been another time and place, Sam could imagine the color words that Rufus would’ve used to describe the asteroid.

“Why didn’t you detect this sooner?” The president was all but angry. Rufus had to grip the phone, or he was going to scream at him. Bobby could see the smoke coming out of Rufus’s ears as the anger bubbled up.    

“Well, our object collision budget’s a million dollars. That allows us to track about three percent of the sky.” Rufus drawled. “Begging your pardon sir, it’s a big ass sky.”

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My Charlastor Child Bio

Alright so, I can’t draw, so I’m gonna have to use the art of words to describe my boy. Kinda sucks cuz I always see these cool reference sheets and I’m sitting over here like “aww... I wish I could make those.” But hey, if anyone is interested in drawing one for me as a commission, I’d be interested in talking and working some prices out. Nothing too crazy, just a simple thing. Fair warning though, I’ve never commissioned anything before so... there’s that.

Now, to business.

Name: Dominic

Nickname: Dom. He is well aware of all the sexual jokes that can be made from his nickname, he’s heard them all and to be honest the lack of originality is the most annoying thing at this point.

Appearance: Physically, he’s inherited the blonde hair and pale skin from his mother. In his early teen years he wore it long enough to be in a braid but after awhile he was like ‘fuck it, too much work’ and wears it short as an adult. Dom’s very athletic and is actually a knight in Hell so he has a more muscular build. He’s a tall and red eyed boi like his dad and he gets the dial in his eyes that his dad has when he gets pissed off.

Another thing Dom inherited from his dad was his sense of style. While maybe not as flashy he is dressed formally when he’s not working out. (He’s not about to do push-ups or go at it with a punching bag in a suit you maniacs). Dom typically wears a long coat and works out by himself because he also inherited a fluffy deer tail from his father. Also like his Radio Dad, he does not like having his tail touched by random people.

His most notable feature would be the black, feathered wings on his back. That angel DNA from Charlie’s side has finally appeared. Dom’s got a wingspan of 12 feet and he knows how to use them.

Personality: He’s a fairly laid back joker. Whereas his parents are theatrical as fuck, he’s more of an observer than a performer. Of course his parents have taught him to sing and dance he usually does that alone to entertain himself or with other family members. Dom also enjoys playing small pranks around the hotel. He’s not one for outlandish ‘pretending to be dead’ or tripping someone down the stairs type pranks but more like sticking a deer crossing sign to his dad’s door.

He’s really family oriented and cares a lot about them. I do imagine him having siblings but I don’t have plans to make anymore but there are plenty already out there. #bestbigbrother. Dom is definitely a Mama’s boy. He will run errands for her and allow himself to be pulled into a dance or a song in public for her. Another fact about Dom is he is in fact an adrenaline junkie. His favorite activity is flying and he does things like jump from a 300 foot building for the sake of the rush.

Background

Childhood: Little Dominic was a tiny ball of energy, following both parents around like a puppy. Always asking what they were doing and wanting to help, if he could sit still long enough that is. Some of his favorite memories of his parents was his mother teaching him to dance and roughhousing with his dad. (Hard to imagine the Radio Demon wrestling with a child but he’d let him win and then play dead to see if he’d get an amusing reaction out of Dom. Dom would usually try to get his dad to ‘come back to life’ before he’d smile and say “I guess I get your stuff now” and grab one of his dad’s bow ties or something)

One of his favorite things to do was give his parents a heart attack climb up high places and try to teach himself to fly. Eventually Charlie gets Husk to teach Dom how to fly. He’s not able to do much until his wings fledge because before then he just has these two limbs full of fluffy and useless down. Fledging was a nightmare because because when his feathers came in he was super itchy but couldn’t scratch them without possibly breaking his feathers. He was absolutely miserable for a week before they finally came in. Dom eventually grew in Husk and he started looking forward to the little ankle biter to come running up to him saying, “can we practice flying now, Uncle Husk?”

Teenager: Ah, teenage rebellion. Dom went through that. In an effort to help him deal with all his energy (and keep him from sneaking out) Charlie got Vaggie to teach him to use a sword. But a teenage boy that likes to explore cannot be kenneled. He liked exploring Pentagram City, especially by air and seeing what knew place he could discover.

He eventually found places he could go to if he wanted to avoid his parents. If he wanted to avoid Charlie he’d go to some of the sketchy fight clubs in town and he actually learned how to fight there. If he wanted to avoid Alastor he’d go to some of the clubs that played heavier rock or metal. He typically wanted to avoid his dad more. While Charlie typically scolded him for doing dangerous aerial stunts but Dom could tell that was more about a worry for his safety. With Alastor, Dom felt like he just didn’t quite fit the mold his father expected of him. He saw a lot of differences between his father and himself personality wise. He eventually, more or less convinced himself that he was a disappointment to his dad and distanced himself from him. Alastor, figuring it was mostly just teenaged angst, just let Dom have his space and figured he’d come to him when he was ready.

Adult: Dom has mellowed out by now. He’s calmed down and is more comfortable in his own skin and with himself. He has carried a love of rock and roll and martial arts from his teenaged years into adulthood. Though I’m not sure how exactly yet, he has been knighted by his grandfather Lucifer. If a demon is avoiding a meeting with the Devil himself, Lucifer will pay Dom to find said demon and bring them to him. He’s kind of like his grandfather’s personal bounty hunter but does not take requests from anyone else. When he’s not chasing down demons for Grandpa Luci he works security at his mother’s hotel.

Dom’s relationship with his father is tense and very awkward at this point. He doesn’t hate his dad it just feels like the years of practical separation makes him feel like he has no way to relate to his dad. Interacting with him is usually short conversations like “How was your day?” “Good, how about you?” “Good.” (I got pleanty of ideas for attempts at rekindling their relationship)

Random Facts

His choice of transportation is obviously flying. Not only is it faster than driving but to comfortably fit in a car he has to retract his wings which isn’t very comfortable.

People seem to always want to touch him. His wings, his tail, his biceps and he does not like it. He’s a bit like his dad with his aversion to touch though that only applies to non-family members. If he doesn’t know you, please don’t touch him.

He doesn’t like overly crowded places because of people touching his wings. If he ever decides to go to a bar, or he has some kind of royal gathering he has to go to he has to think about what he’s willing to put up with; strangers touching his wings or the discomfort of hiding them away?

He has a one-handed sword that he can summon in a fight. It’s one of the few bits of more advanced magic he knows. Whereas some demons, like his parents will use magic in a fight, he’ll just punch a guy through a wall.

He can sing, though he doesn’t do it in public. By himself or around his family is fine. He typically sings rock and my Headcanon for his singing voice is Ivan Moody from Five Finger Death Punch.

His wings are a great indicator of his emotions. If he’s feeling anxious or scared he’ll pull them in close to his body and if he’s happy or excited his wings will flap a little. His feathers also change themselves. If he gets angry or he’s ready to fight his feathers will actually harden and sharpen.

He can launch his feathers like projectiles and he can also slice through plates of steel when the feathers on his wings turn to blades.

He has taken up smoking in his later teen years. Per his mother’s request, he doesn’t do it inside the hotel.

When he was eleven his father taught him how to shoot a rifle. As an adult, he sometimes goes down to a shooting range to practice.

He likes to show affection with his wings. Ex: putting a wing around someone for comfort, wrapping his wings around someone when he hugs them or if he’s taking a nap with a sibling he’ll wrap them up in a feathery cacoon.

He usually sleeps on his stomach. If he lays on his back for too long his wings cramp up. He’ll take short naps on a couch in the lobby but if he’s going to be for the night he’ll lay on his stomach.

He knows how to braid hair. His mother taught him because he liked to play with her hair. It’s something he does when they’re just relaxing and he’ll braid his siblings hair if they ask.

He can take passengers when he’s flying. He flies targets to his grandparent’s castle and he’s flown his mother places. It obviously depends on the demon but on average he can take two to three adult demons on a flight with him.

Well, let me know what you think. I’d be willing to role play with Dominic if anyone is interested. If enough people want it, I’ll make a side blog for Dominic and Hazbin Hotel roleplaying specifically.

Also, @the-radio-princess I have two Charlastor fics in the works. One I was working on before you ripped out my heart so it will be in the EverythingsOkay!AU where Charlie ran off to New Orleans with Jaimie. The other one is from one of my ideas from my Charlastor Headcanons post.

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Don't Call The Number On The Wall by 8six7five3zero9

“Call Jenny for a good time.” I read this text scrawled onto the wall of the stall as I finished my business and prepared to exit the restroom. Don’t ask me why I called the number, but I had seen things like that for most of my life and I was curious. I entered the number on my phone and let it ring. Within a few rings, a woman answered saying, “Who’s this?” I didn’t want to lead with, “Hey I was taking a dump over at the Circle K and saw your phone number.” So I went with, “Uh yeah, this is Blake. Are we still on for Friday?”

The woman replied, “Wrong number.”

I quickly responded, “This is Jenny, right?”

The woman paused for a moment and said, “Yeah this is Jenny, but I don’t know a Blake.” I went out on a limb and thought of the trashiest dive bar in town and said, “Oh, well sorry. I was at Club Oasis last week and I met this cute girl named Jenny and she gave me this number. Sorry to bother you.” The woman said, “Man, I was so wasted last weekend. I don’t even remember giving you my number. So Blake, refresh my memory. What do you look like?”

I thought about it for a second and decided to be mostly honest. I replied, “White guy, six-foot-three, about two-hundred pounds, in my earlier 30’s. Usually drinking Pabst…” Jenny was silent for a moment and said, “Man, I don’t remember you but you sound cute. What are you doing later tonight?” I replied, “Well, I was thinking about heading back up to Club O and grabbing a beer. If I see you I see you if I don’t I don’t.” Jenny laughed and said, “Well, I should be up there at some point tonight. Me and the girls are gonna go bar hopping.”

We exchanged some polite small talk and she ended the call. It occurred to me that I hadn’t set foot in that bar in more than a few years. Even still, I knew where it was and I was more than a little curious to see what Jenny looked like. I suppose I wanted to see what kind of woman would have her number plastered on a men’s room wall. I went home and changed into jeans and an old Iron Maiden t-shirt before heading up to Club Oasis and ordering a pitcher of Pabst to myself.

I found myself a nice table to the back of the main room and sat watching the door as I tried to figure out who Jenny was. Over the course of the first twenty minutes several women had walked through the door and none of them seemed to be looking for anyone in particular. I was just about to give up on my morbid curiosity when I felt a small hand rest on my shoulder and looked up to see a short blonde woman with a pretty face standing beside. She smiled and said, “Blake, I’d remember meeting a guy as good looking as you. Where’d you get my number?”

I was busted. She was wearing cutoff jean shorts and a white tank top as she slid into the seat across from me and said, “Don’t bother. I already know. There’s only one reason random guys call me. So was it the Circle K or Tim Hortons? I stared down into my beer before topping off my glass and killing the mug. She laughed and said, “Well that answers my second question.” She proceeded to pour herself a beer and said, “So what were you expecting to get out of this Blake?”

I looked up and said, “Honestly I was just curious.” Jenny took a sip of her beer and turned to the side saying, “He’s over here girls.” Two equally attractive women came over to our table. One sat next to Jenny and the other slid in next to me. I stared across the table and said, “Circle K.” The girl sitting next to me slammed a five dollar bill down on the table and shouted, “Dammit Jenny, I owe you five bucks.” The girl sitting across from her said, “It’s never Tim Horton’s Dani.” Jenny turned to the girl next to her and said, “Candice, you know good and well that preacher called from Tim Hortons.”

Jenny turned me and said, “I’ll be honest Blake, you aren’t what we were expecting.” Dani slid her hand onto my thigh and said, “Yeah, it’s been a long time since we had a cute one.” Candice shot Dani a look and said, “Not so fast slut, we don’t know this guy yet. He could be a serial killer or something.” Jenny looked over at me and said, “Well Blake, are you a serial killer?” I shook my head and felt a tingling at my temples that told me the beer was already giving me a buzz.

I poured myself another beer and said, “So what you put your number up in bathrooms and see who’s gonna call.” Dani laughed and said, “Yeah, basically. We made a drinking game out of it.” I shot her a look and said, “And how does that game work?” Candice topped off her glass and said, “Mind getting another pitcher?” I motioned for the waitress and a few moments later a fresh pitcher was delivered. Jenny poured herself a fresh beer and said, “That’s how the drinking game works. Pretty much any guy desperate enough to call a number on a wall is going to be the kind of guy that tries to liquor us up in hopes of taking one of us home. We drink free and he goes home alone. It’s kinda fun actually?”

I laughed and said, “Well, this round is on me because I’m such a dumbass but I think I should be heading home.” Jenny laughed and said, “What? You’re not even going to try?” I shook my head and said, “I mean, don’t get me wrong. You’re all really hot, but I know I have about as much chance as bedding any one of you as I do finding a winning lottery ticket on the ground. You seem fun and all, but I doubt you wanna spend the night sitting with a jerk like me.”

Dani turned to Candice and said, “I dunno. I like this one. We should bring him with us to the next bar.” Jenny turned to Dani and said, “You sure, we got three more stops tonight and I’m certain that the guy waiting for us at The Alley Cat is the preacher again. He’s always buying drinks.” Candice looked me dead in the eye and said, “I dunno girls. Maybe we should just take this one home.” Dani motioned for the waitress and handed her a couple of bills before saying, “Bring us some shots.”

I spent the next hour or so getting free drinks and listening to the girls gossip about random guys they had bumped into playing their drinking game before Jenny pulled out her phone and said, “Alright girls, let’s get out of here.” They were about five paced from the table when Jenny looked back and said, “You coming Blake?” Before I could answer Dani interrupted saying, “Not yet he isn’t.”

The next few hours were a blur. I honestly don’t remember drinking that much, but I must have been blackout drunk because I remember waking up naked with dried wax on my chest and Dani pulling her dress back on before fading out again. When I finally woke to the point to be cognizant of my surroundings, I realized I was in a large cage in what I could only assume was their basement. I shook the door of the large dog kennel as hard as I could before realizing how sturdy it was and that there was a padlock on the outside.

I took a quick inventory of my surroundings and realized I was surrounded by other cages. All of them were empty, but as I took in the scene around me I noticed just how much dried blood had caked around a drain in the middle of the floor. By this point I was shouting and banging against the cage as hard as I could. I heard the door at the top of the stairs open. I saw black tennis shoes and pink scrub pants descend the stairs. When the face came into view I realized that Candice was standing there holding a plastic bag and wearing nurse’s scrubs.

Her auburn hair had been resting around her shoulders the night before but at that point it was pulled up into a neat bun. She sat at the bottom of the stairs and said, “If you behave, I’ll give you a blanket. If you misbehave I’ll press the button. Your choice. I looked up at her and said, “Button?” She reached up and pressed a red button on the wall. This electrified the cage and left me violently convulsing until she moved her finger. She moved over and crouched down in front of my cage saying, “Behave or Button. Understand?” I nodded and said, “Why are you doing this?” She laughed and said, “Because you deserve it. No move to the back of your cage and stay there. I’m going to open this door in just a moment. Dani came down the stairs wearing the same scrubs and moved over to the button saying, “Okay Candi, I’m watching if he steps out of line I’ll fry his ass.”

I moved to the back of the cage. Candice opened the door and tossed me a blanket. She then proceeded to hand me a plastic disposable urinal and a bedpan. She then backed away from the entrance and said, “Good Boy. If you behave, we’ll change your urinal and bedpan once a day. If you misbehave I’ll make you drink them both. Understand?” I guess I didn’t nod fast enough because Dani pressed the button and shouted, “Do you fucking understand?” She released the button and I quickly shouted, “Christ! Yes, I understand! Why are you doing this?” She pressed the button again and said, “Because you deserve this.”

The both ascended the stairs and I relieved myself with the urinal and wrapped myself in the blanket. The sun had gone from shining through the dingy basement window to being much higher in the sky when the door opened again. A woman in denim jeans descended the stairs and walked over to my cage saying, “Okay Blake. I’m going to let you out of the cage. But first we’re going to put a collar on you. Nod if you understand.” I nodded. Jenny walked over and flipped down a slot on the door of the cage and said, “Stick your head through the hole and we can be on our way.” I complied and she fit a thick leather collar around my neck. I could feel two metal prongs pushing in at the base of my neck. Jenny then said, “This is a shock collar. I have a remote in my hand. If you get violent or try to run, I’ll press this button and it will send you to the floor. Nod if you understand.” I nodded again. Jenny opened the door to the cage and said, “Here’s a test shock.” I instantly fell to the floor convulsing and Jenny laughed. She released the button and said, “We’re going upstairs. You’ll eat and exercise then you are coming back down here. Behave and you get your underwear back. Misbehave and you get a shock. Nod if you understand.” I nodded again.

Jenny led me up the stairs and motioned for me to sit at the kitchen table. She proceeded to pull plate of food from the refrigerator and said, “This is a leafy green salad with a marsala wine vinaigrette. You will eat this twice a day. You have five minutes to finish this meal. Afterward you will run for twenty minutes on the treadmill. After this you will be returned to your cage.” I tore into the salad and when I finished I was led to a treadmill. Jenny stepped out of the room and I immediately started searching the small room for anything I could use as a weapon. There were no windows in the bare room. It was nothing but solid white walls, a locked door in the corner and a treadmill. I felt the shock as Jenny shouted, “I said get on the treadmill and run!” The shock ended and I did as I was told.

This was the routine every day for two weeks. I did as I was told and slowly but surely they returned my clothing and afforded me other creature comforts before the day came when Jenny led me upstairs and Candice was sitting at the table with Dani. Dani looked up at me and said, “You’ve been such a good boy that we’re gonna let you move into the exercise room. Keep it up and you might even get a mattress.” I stood silent as Candice looked up and said, “And don’t get any ideas about getting out of that room. The concrete is a foot and that’s a steel door frame. Nod if you understand.” I nodded and Jenny shocked me.

The ladies cackled as I convulsed on the floor and Jenny said, “What do you say to Danielle?” I looked up at her puzzled and she shocked me again before saying, “A good boy says thank you when Miss Danielle offers him a treat.” I stumbled to my feet and said, “Thank you Miss Danielle.” Dani stood up and walked over to me before leaning up and giving me a kiss on the cheek. It was the closest thing to positive reinforcement I had experienced in weeks and I couldn’t help but tear up. Candice quickly ended what little contentment I felt with a swift punch to my junk as she said, “Go to your room dog.” I did as I was told.

Slowly but surely the exercise room came to include a mattress, a television, and access to the locked door which turned out to be a small bathroom. The random application of the shock collar and the verbal abuse became such a common occurrence that I had all but grown accustomed to it. If I behaved and I was quiet, they’d leave me alone for longer periods of time. This continued until I had been in captivity for nearly two months when I took advantage of Danielle coming into my room alone and tried to escape.

I had been working up the nerve for days. My mind constantly flashed to the blood on the basement floor and in my heart of hearts I knew I wasn’t going to survive the ordeal just by doing as I was told. Danielle came in for her daily round of cheerful compliments and expected adoration when I noticed her thumb wasn’t on the button and I lunged at her. I slammed her against the hard concrete wall and snatched up the remote before running out of the room. I knew I didn’t have long. There were cameras in the room and they had been sure to shock me every single time I even remotely moved my hands toward my neck. I knew they would be coming and I couldn’t risk it. I ran into the kitchen and toward the back door. It was locked. I moved to the window over the kitchen sink and slammed my fists against it. It wouldn’t break. Frantic, I turned toward the main hallway and sprinted toward the front door. In two months I hadn’t been in this part of the house. They could come out from anywhere. I moved toward the huge oak door and turned the knob only to feel the shock as I fell to the floor. As I convulsed I struggled to look up and saw Candice holding a second remote. Dani emerged from the back of the house with blood coming from her busted lip and kicked me in the ribs as Candice left her hand on the button.

Jenny descended the stairs from the second floor with a cattle prod in her hand and press the prongs against my leg before shouting, “Bad boy! BAD BAD BAD BAD BOY! BACK IN THE CAGE!” It was almost two months before I was moved upstairs again. The girls ramped up the sadism from that point on. Dani went from playful and cheerful as she interacted with me to taking great delight in shocking me whenever she saw fit. Likewise, Jenny and Candi were equally cruel. Despite spending most of my time working out and trying to get stronger, I was no match for three sadist with control of shock collar that seemed to watch me around the clock.

It had been six months of captivity before Jenny led me upstairs. I was told to disrobe. I complied. I was told to lay down on the table. I complied. I didn’t have much fight left in me and frankly I was more than a little afraid of how they would respond if I didn’t obey them completely. At one point in my confinement Candice thought it would be hilarious to spend a week repeatedly hitting me in the testicles with a rubber mallet. At another point Jenny thought it would be rather entertaining to hit me with pepper spray twice daily for almost two weeks. Neither of them could even compare to the horrors Dani subjected me to. For my own sanity’s sake, I won’t describe it.

I laid on the table and Candice set to work fitting my head, neck, arms, torso, waist, wrists, knees, and ankles with leather restraints. I thought it was the end for me. I figured this was where I was going to die. This especially rang true when Dani pressed a cattle prod to my testicles and cackled with laughter as Jenny revved up a circular saw and looked down at me with the most wicked smile I’d ever seen her wear. Candice applied a tourniquet just above my left knee. Dani proceeded to cut into the skin on my leg and peeled it back like it was a banana. I was screaming incoherently at this point only for Jenny hit the button and shout, “Shut up!” I tried my damnedest to comply but that went out the window when she brought down the saw on my leg.

I laid there teared up and crying as I moaned in pain and begged for death. Candice set to work folding my flayed skin over my stump and stitching it up. I was left on the table as the ladies took my leg out of the room and left me on the table. Dani returned a few minutes later and gave me an injection before looking down and saying, “You’ve been such a good boy! I’m gonna get you sitting up soon and we’ll get you downstairs in a jiffy.”

The Dani and Candice helped me into a wheelchair and pushed me to the edge of the stairs before opening the closet and revealing a small elevator. I was lowered to the first floor where Jenny met me and wheeled me to the kitchen table. I sat there sobbing to myself and staring down at my leg as Jenny moved around behind me. I started to pass out and honestly I didn’t even fight it.

I woke to a brief shock and noticed that all three women were sitting around me at the table. The plate in front of me consisted of the same salad I had eaten twice a day for nearly half a year. Candice cut into a roast on the table and handed a slice to Jenny before turning to me and saying, “No meat for you dog. Eat your salad.” Dani cut into her roast and turned to me before saying to Candice, “Jenny really outdid herself.” Candice nodded and tore into her meal ravenously as Jenny looked across the table and said, “Don’t be sad puppy. You’re finally inside of me.” I slammed my fist on the table and shouted, “WHY? What could I have possible done to deserve this? What the fuck?” Jenny continued eating her roast and chuckled. Dani put her hand on my wrist only for me to jerk it away. She smiled and said, “It’s okay Blake. Think of it this way, you get to spend your Thanksgiving with three beautiful women who are excited to have your meat inside them…” She broke from her chipper tone to laugh maniacally and said, “Besides, just wait until Christmas!”

I lunged for the knife and Jenny pressed the button. I shook and convulsed until I fell out of my wheelchair. I was left on the floor. I didn’t have the strength to stand. I knew the end was near and that I didn’t have long. I was taken back to the cage downstairs. I refused to comply. I let them shock me. I fought tooth and nail like I should have done in the beginning. I refused to eat. Ultimately this led to waking up back on the table in restraints with a feeding tube down my throat and regular visits from Danielle and her creative application of sadism as I lay there unable to so much as struggle.

Christmas came and the women surrounded the table as they took my other leg at the knee and my right arm at the elbow. I wasn’t brought down to the dinner table for that meal, thankfully. As the next few days passed the girls visited me less frequently. I could hear them talking as they walked down the hall, but they seemed perfectly content to ignore me. It wasn’t long before I heard the shouting coming from the basement and the cackling laughter that followed. I had already been replaced. It would only be a matter of time before I was prepared for one last meal.

I fought and I struggled and I shook and I convulsed until I got my hand free. I spent the next hour and a half working my way out of the restraints only to roll off the table and hit the floor hard. Using my last functioning limb I crawled across the floor and to the edge of the stairs before pulling myself toward them. I didn’t fall down the stairs so much as I slid on my chest. No one seemed to care. I made it all the way to the front door and even managed to turn the knob. No sooner than I had pulled myself toward the breach of the door, Candice walked up and said, “D’aww, you still had hope. That’s so cute.” She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into the back of the house as I fought against her fruitlessly with my last functioning limb.

Jenny and Candice proceeded to wrap me up in a blanket and carry me out the back door before throwing me in the back of a pickup truck. I rode in the back of that truck for what seemed like an hour with my arm bound to my chest as I lay wrapped in the blanket waiting to die. The last thing I remember before waking up in the river was a sharp pain on the back of my head.

I woke up floating down the river face up with half of the blanket having unraveled around me. I have no idea how I survived. I eventually got my arm free and did my best to steer myself toward the shore. I failed miserably, but luckily someone spotted me and it wasn’t long before I was loaded onto a police boat. Weeks of intensive physical therapy, interviews with various law enforcement agencies, and psychiatric evaluation followed.

There wasn’t a number for Jenny at the Circle K or the Tim Hortons. The number I had called that day was traced to a prepaid phone that had last pinged a cell tower two states away more than three months before I was found. The owner had paid cash and there were no cameras in the store where it had been purchased. Despite my descriptions of Candice, Jenny, and Danielle, the police couldn’t turn up any indication that any of them had ever lived in the city.

It’s been almost a year since then and I am still rolling around in a wheelchair. I mean, I guess my story isn’t exactly the typical result or anything, but let it be an example. No matter how curious you are, don’t call the number in the bathroom stall.

[lubdubsworld]

losing to you ( Taekook)

Read chapter 1 here

Mpreg/ angst. 

Chapter 2

"Is this all?" Jung Kook said casually, loading the last two boxes of plain brown cardboard into his Cadillac, while Taehyung bent low and fumbled with the three small doggie bowls next to the now empty kennel. Soon Shim was in Hobi hyung's place now, and Taehyung had bought new bowls for his dog with some of the leftover money from his severance pay. He stared at the bowls, trying to decide what to do with them.

"You want to toss those in?" Jung Kook prompted and Taehyung jumped a little , nodding hesitantly.

"If you don't mind."

"Why would I mind? It's not like I'm letting any of this stuff into my apartment ." He said curtly.  Taehyung bit his lips.

"Your car is too ...high. " He muttered , moving to the front seat and gripping the edge of the door. He didn't think he could lift his foot high enough to climb in . Jung Kook made a noise of impatience before coming behind him, hands easily curving around his waist, easily lifting him off the ground and into the vehicle. Taehyung nearly choked from the feeling. It was like he weighed nothing.

Then to make matters worse, Jung Kook reached across the seat, his shirt brushing the curve of Taehyung's cheek, the silky soft fabric scented with cologne and smell of his exertion, making the smaller male's nostril's flare. He grabbed the seat belt, pulling it across to buckle it down. His hands lightly bumped the rounded curve of his stomach and the light touch buzzed through Tae like electricity and he couldn't swallow the gasp quick enough.

"Did i hurt you?" Jung Kook said , frowning and Taehyung shook his head quickly.

"Where are your brothers?"

"they're... staying at a friend's place." Taehyung said, staring straight ahead, well aware of Jung Kook staying unnecessarily close. His heart began pounding slowly, the tempo increasing with each passing second. Jung Kook hummed and moved closer, lightly placing a hand on Taehyung's knee. The gesture terrified him. But he refused to turn and look at the intimidating man.

"That's a pity. I've been practicing baby talk for their sensitive ears." He sneered and Taehyung felt his hands clench into fists.

"Keep my brothers out of this." He felt his voice shake a little.

"Are you fair game then?" Jung Kook retorted , curving his fingers till they dug painfully into Taehyung's thigh. Tae struggled to keep down the whimper. Pregnancy had made his skin sensitive and his threshold for pain had always been pathetically low. He could feel the skin bruising underneath Jung Kook's strong grip, feel the first sting of tears in the corner of his eyes. .

Taehyung didn't reply.

"ANSWER ME!!"

The shock of his voice had him jumping, but not as much as the hand that closed over his jaw, gripping it hard and turning his face till he was staring straight at Jung Kook. Taehyung shuddered at the hatred that radiated off Jung Kook in waves. It was a living breathing thing, the anger, the loathing, the sheer  disgust  that the man was directing at him and Taehyung felt the tears spill over the edge of his eyes, trailing down his face in a rivulet as Jung Kook snarled.

"You and your kind... should be fucking  butchered."  Jung kook gritted out, his grip tightening. Taehyung felt his teeth break the skin on his inner cheeks, the metallic tang of blood filling his mouth. He coughed in panic and Jung Kook let go, still staring at him with eyes that screamed bloody murder. Taehyung tried to catch his breath, not sure what he was being accused of.

"Why are you..."

"Why?! Why?! You think i don't  know  your kind. You have no morals. You think that just because you're all so disgustingly beautiful you can destroy people!! Tell me, what did you do to my father that he's licking your fucking boots? Did you fuck him too?? Is he the father?"

Taehyung grabbed Jung Kook's wrist throwing his hand off his face and shoving at his shoulders till the taller male stumbled, lightly hitting the door of the car.

"Don't touch me.." He said shrilly and Jung Kook smirked, moving closer without any restraint and grabbing Taehyung's hair, yanking his head back and pressing soft plush lips into his. Taehyung froze momentarily, not sure what was happening.

"Look at you... I was so ready to hate you and kick you out but fuck, baby you're literally too beautiful to stay celibate aren't you...? No wonder men go crazy over sluts like you. I can fucking smell how good you'd feel ... " Jung Kook pulled back and smiled at him, soft and threatening.

"Don't touch me..." Taehyung repeated, glassy-eyed and terrified.

"That would be a waste. A body like that... It's made to be fucked... Even with a bastard inside you, you look so fucking hot. I know a bunch of guys who would  love to have you for a night.. What say babe? Wanna earn back some of the money my father dropped on your pretty little head?" Jung Kook sneered, fingers sifting through the blonde strands till Taehyung yanked his head away.

"Go to hell." He whispered fiercely.

Jung Kook smiled at that and it was so breathtakingly beautiful that Taehyung wanted to vomit. He hated this. He hated being beautiful. He hated being around beautiful people. He hated people who saw his looks and just  assumed that he was a slut. A whore.

"But then, perhaps I should sample the goods myself, before I pass it on... What say, husband? " Jung kook sneered the last word and Taehyung swallowed.

"You said I was disgusting..." He said softly.

"You are. But I can keep my eyes closed. Pretend you're someone else. Literally  anyone else. " Jung Kook whispered, before stepping away and slamming the door shut. The entire car shook from the impact and Taehyung instinctively curved his hand around his belly, the baby moving erratically, no doubt agitated by his pounding pulse. He felt the beginnings of a contraction and bit his lips, willing his body not to betray him now. Thankfully the feeling subsided before it could turn into a full blown cramp and Taehyung sighed.

"I'm going to drop you off at my apartment. There's food in the fridge and money in the card. Don't leave the apartment or I'll fuck you up." Jung kook snarled.

Taehyung didn't respond, suddenly grateful that he had done the smart thing. His brothers would never come anywhere near Jung Kook.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

" If you marry him , you better treat him the way you would treat me." Eunha snapped and Jung Kook felt himself blanch.

"Eunha..."

"He didn't ask for this, Kookie. He doesn't deserve to be treated like crap just because some carrier screwed over your older brother a decade ago... !!"

Jung Kook stared rebeliiously back, feeling anger still pulsing inside him.

"He didn't just screw over my brother!! He killed him!!" He screamed and Eunha felt her heart crack at the anguish in Jung Kook's tone.

"Kookie, I know you're still hurt about what happened with Namjoon oppa. But ... it's not Taehyung's fault, is it? " She whispered. " Joonie oppa would want you to carry so much hatred inside you because of what happened inside him."

Jung Kook shut his eyes, trying to keep the angry tears from spilling over. He had loved Namjoon the most. His steady, smart and handsome older brother had been his hero from birth. But because of a filthy, cheating  thing  that had lured him and broken his heart, Namjoon had killed himself. The sight of his beloved  brother , drowned in his bathtub , overdosing on sleeping pills was etched into the back of Jung Kook's mind.

He had been sixteen when it had happened.

Eunha's voice drew him back to the present.

"Kookie, can you imagine how scared and nervous Taehyung must be with you threatening him all the time? What will you do if something happens to him or the baby? Will you be able to live with yourself then?" She prompted and Jung kook swallowed. He hated to admit it but treating Taehyung like crap wasn't satisfying in any way. it left him feeling worse rather than better.

"So what am I supposed to do then?"

"Talk to him. Tell him you'd like to divorce him some day but that you'll do the right thing till then. He's going to be your husband Jung Kook . You can't just treat him like shit because you don't want him. He's probabaly been treated like crap all his life because of his body. Don't be yet another asshole in his life." Eunha stepped forward and pressed her palm against his face and Jung Kook felt his eyes flutter shut. God, how he loved her.

"You're a kind, amazing person. And no matter how much you indulge that awful temper of yours, I know you aren't cruel. Come on baby. You don't have to be the bad guy here. Do the right thing. " She whispered.

He hugged her then, already caving.

His heart ached something fierce.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

" Where have you been? " Mr. Jeon said angrily, watching his son stumble into his apartment at three in the morning. Jung Kook blinked. He had dropped Taheyung off exactly four hours ago before going to his club. He'd spent the night with Eunha and drank an unhealthy amount of alcohol as well. Needless to say his mental faculties weren't exactly at their sharpest.

"Dad? What are you doing here?" He slurred. Mr. Jeon made a noise of impatience.

"Why did Taehyung look like death when he came home last night? And where the hell have you been? "

Jung Kook groaned.

"Which reminds me. Your brother and his fiancee will be flying in from China tomorrow.  Go pick them at the airport."

"What the hell dad..." He muttered. He loved Jimin. His elder brother was his best friend, confidante and the most important person in his life. But he was too fucking tired / drunk to even contemplate doing anything for anyone. Minho and Jimin had been engaged for nearly a year now and Jung kook was pretty sure they could catch a cab and find their way home.

"Make sure Taehyung gets a lot of rest before the rehearsal dinner at the end of this week. I don't want him collapsing or something. He's in a delicate condition... Are you listening to me??  where is he by the way? I told you to arrange for an appointment with the family doctor tomorrow.. Did you do that? " Mr. Jeon muttered.

Jung Kook nodded vaguely, trying to process the information. It went over his head almost completely and he knew that he was unlikely to remember it in the morning and honestly, he didn't care. Sometimes his father acted like a lunatic.

"Jung kook are you listening? Just make sure you don't hurt the boy" Mr. Jeon said impatiently and Jung Kook groaned and nodded.

"Fine, Appa. Just leave. "

"If you screw this up, I'll kill you..." His father snapped.

Jung Kook waved him off, already sinking into a stupor.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Taehyung woke up feeling like his head was underwater. it took him a second to realize that his breathing was uneven, his nose clogged and his eyes swollen from crying too much. He hated feeling vulnerable but the pregnancy had torn away the protective cover that he'd built over his emotions, leaving him raw and helpless. The slightest hurt hit him like a sledgehammer and Jung kook had pretty much pummeled him with his words the previous day. It was a miracle he hadn't just wasted away during the night. He lay on his side, the pillows stacked behind his back to stop him from rolling on to his back during the night. If he did that the birth cord could wrap around the baby's neck or so he'd read. But lying on his side was uncomfortable, especially with the added weight.

He struggled to press his palm into the bed to lever himself up, fingers clutching the curve of his belly in panicked protectiveness. He really did not want to hurt the bay in any way and each time his stomach contracted or a cramp started in the small of his back, Taehyung stopped breathing. It was an instinctive sort of fear. The fear that he was being a bit too greedy, hoping to have this baby. The fear that maybe this was just going to be yet another dream that would be snatched out from underneath him , right when he thought he had a firm grip on it.

By the time he was up amd ready, a small sheen of sweat covered his face. Taehyung slipped on a simple white t shirt, big enough to accomadate his tummy and sweat pants. He slipped on a bandanna to keep the hair off his eyes and slowly moved outside. He stopped short, hands flying instinctively to his stomach as he saw his husband on the floor.

"Jung... Jung Kook?" He said nervously. His stomach retched at the strong smell of alcohol in the air. His fiance was lying facedown on the rug, eyes closed and hair mussed, his soft white shirt crumpled beyond redemption and the black tie thrown haphazardly next to him. He was still wearing his shoes and his face glistened with residual sweat, despite the air conditioned apartment. He stood still staring at the prone figure and trying to figure out what to do. A part of him wanted to just leave him there but he had never been good at being an asshole.

Sighing, he moved carefully to the man and squatted down awkwardly, lightly tapping his shoulder.

"Jung Kook?" He said again.

No response.

After a few more minutes of prodding, Taehyung knelt down aware of the way his body protested the pose. He finally punched him in the shoulder and Jung kook grunted, stirring lightly.

"What the fuck..." He muttered groggily, finally opening his eyes and blinking groggily up at him. Suddenly surprised, Taehyung faltered, trying to move away. He lost his balance and for one heart stopping moment he almost crashed tummy-first into the floor.

Strong fingers reached out and gripped his arms, steadying him easily and Taehyung tried to calm his pounding heart as Jung kook firmly but gently helped him up, his eyes bloodshot and a frown marring his handsome face.

"You okay? " Jung Kook's voice was rough and husky, laced with sleep and exhausting and the low tenor hit Taehyung like a bullet , stirring something in the pit of his stomach and he couldn't unglue his tongue from the roof of his stomach, barely managing a weak nod.

"Be careful for fuck's sake..." Jung Kook rasped out and Taehyung quickly moved away, clutching the wall as he stared at him.

"Your mother said your brother was going to be here today." He said nervously and Jung Kook groaned.

"Fuck... I'm never drinking again. My head feels like it's being split open... Get me some aspirin will you?" He pointed at the small ivory cabinet to the left and Taehyung swallowed, moving slowly to the side and slowly sliding the draw open. He grabbed the small bottle of pills and moved to the side board pouring a glass of water before moving to to give it to Jung Kook.

The latter ignored the water, swallowing the pills dry before moving and actually pouring himself some scotch instead. Taehyung grimaced. Great, he was an alcoholic as well then?

"We have to go to the doctor's today. I'll take a shower and be here in ten minutes. Do you have any old medical records? Grab them. " He said firmly, picking up his tie and stumbling to the master bedroom that Taehyung had noticed earlier. Taehyung watched him disappear into the shower and sighed.

Jung Kook reminded him of a ticking time bomb. Completely harmless looking one moment and destructive the next.

Nonetheless , he moved to the guest room, grabbing his suitcase and pulling out the small file from his first visit to the doctors's.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Would you two then like to know about the sex?" The doctor said cheerfully and Taehyung almost nodded eagerly before Jung Kook snorted next to him.

"Does he look like he can actually have sex in that state?" He rolled his eyes. " Thanks, but no thanks. "

Taehyung felt his jaw drop open a red flush of embarrassment burning through him.

The doctor gave him a confused look.

"uh... i meant the sex of the child. The gender?" He said hesitantly and it was Jung Kook's turn to flush, the tips of his ears going kimchi red as he muttered an apology and looked at his toes. Taehyung couldn't stop the grin that crept into his face.

Jung kook looked adorably like a little boy when he was nervous. But the moment he caught sight of Taehyung grinning his eyes narrowed and he glared , mouthing ' if you laugh I'll punch you'.

Fighting laughter, Taehyung turned to the doctor.

"I'd love to know the gender. " He said happily and the doctor hummed before prompting him to lie down and pull his sweater up. Jung Kook stared away pointedly, while Taehyung felt uncomfortable, being half naked in front of the man. The doctor spread the gel on the wand before rubbing some onto his belly, the cold jelly like substance chilled and uncomfortable on his skin as he pressed the wand into his abdomen. The pressure was too much, right into his bladder and Taehyung bit his lips in discomfort.

"Is it painful?"

Taehyung startled , because it was Jung kook who asked the question and he couldn't bring himself to answer.

"It isn't usually." the doctor said casually and Taehyung watched , fascinated as his fiancee bent at the waist peering into the screen with unrestrained curiosity.

"It's a baby...That's just... wow. " He sounded awed and Taehyung felt his heart clench. He'd wanted this so badly after finding out he was pregnant. Someone to be amazed with him. Someone who would acknowledge that his child was a miracle.

You and your kind deserve to be butchered.  

Taehyung swallowed. He couldn't get carried away with these feelings.

"It's a baby girl." The doctor said softly.

Jung Kook froze.

So did Taehyung.

A girl.

A little girl.  

Taheyung had a clear vision of a little girl with soft brown locks and a breathtaking smile.

"Thank you doctor."

"You can get up now. " The doctor moved away and Taehyung struggled to get up, surprised to see Jung Kook move closer, helping him up gently, before grabbing some tissues . Taehyung reached for them but Jung Kook didn't let go. Instead he gently wiped away the congealed gel till he was clean . He helped Taehyung slip on his sweater , looking very disconcerted.

Taehyung wondered what the latter was thinking. Why did he go so quiet?

Why did he suddenly act nice?

It made no sense to him.

As they reached the car, Jung kook sighed and helped him in before buckling him up.

"I... I'm sorry for acting like a prick before." He said suddenly and Taehyung stared at him, not sure if it was a trick of some sort.

But Jung kook continued.

"I was upset. There's a girl... Her name is Eunha. I've been in love with her for a long time. " He swallowed. " I told her about you and she... she thinks I should do the right thing. Your my husband and I... well, I should take care of you then. At least till the baby is here.  I know my parents want you to think this is permanent. But ... can we talk like adults here?"

"What do you mean?" Taehyung said nervously. He tried to ignore the pang of envy he felt for the unknown Eunha. What must it be like to have the love of someone like Jung kook he wondered? To have him look at you with affection and desire instead of disgust.

"I want a divorce after your baby is born."

Taehyung kept a straight face.

"A divorce?" He swallowed.

"I want to marry her. But I can hardly turn you out into the streets. I don't think Eunha will forgive me if I do. " Jung kook grimaced. " For some reason, she already has a soft spot for you. So , if you divorce me once I secure my position and find a way for me and Eunha to get married, I'll make sure you and your baby are taken care of. "

Taehyung clutched the seat belt and nodded frantically.

"I'll divorce you." He said quickly and Jung Kook nodded.

"Thank you, Taehyung. I'll take responsibility for you and the little girl till she comes into your arms." He said sincerely, lips flashing a soft smile and Taehyung felt his heart clench again.

A love with an expiry date, he thought miserably.

But beggars couldn't be choosers could they?

"Okay. " He said softly.

[brianjaeger]

2020 Academy Award Best Picture Nominees Guide For Those Who Haven’t Actually Watched Them

The 92nd Oscars are here and it’s time yet again for all of us to lord over one year’s worth of millions of people’s passions with the certainty of a judge at the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show (which ironically takes places one day later) and say aloud, “This art is and forever shall be known as better than that other art!” 

Throw the notion that expression through the medium of film can exist simply to reflect a myriad of emotions and varied experiences right into the wind. We gotta know what that BEST art is, son!

So with mere hours left before Sunday’s spectacle, you’re probably asking yourself one question. “Brian, why do you keep doing this?” No, not that one. “Brian, Tumblr? Really? Does that still exist? Why don’t you spend the slightest amount of time to find a better medium for this?” No, not that one either. “But Brian, I haven’t actually watched any of these films. What am I going to do?!” Ah, now that’s the one. But fear not. I’ve got you covered. For the 6th time, I’m here to give you a rundown of what I think all of these movies are about without actually seeing them, along with some pithy little talking points to take into your Oscar parties to sound like a goddamn genius.

Ford V Ferrari

In this epic clash of man vs. nature set in the den of Harrison Ford’s summer home in Plano, Texas, the extremely hungry aging star has just had a large pie from Ferrari’s Pizzeria, located at 3949 Legacy Drive, delivered…and now it is time for battle. On the About Us section of their website, Ferrari’s Pizzeria makes a “promise to our customers to provide the best Italian food using recipes handed down from our Italian grandmothers.” Hold on to your Italian grandmothers, kids - that promise is about to be put to the test. (Yeah, it’s real.)

3 Things To Casually Inject Into Conversation To Prove You Saw The Movie And Sound Like An Expert:

That cameo by Mater from Cars is really what pushed this film into Oscar contention.

Christian Bale's car in Ford V Ferrari is also an unwavering method actor and remained in character as a car for the entirety of production.

Who won? I'll give you a hint, in the long run, it was not the quality of life for the American working class!

The Irishman

In this gritty thriller, Lucky the Leprechaun’s father, Frank Leprechaun, an immigrant who worked as a farrier making horseshoes in Ireland before coming to America, wishes on a shooting star for a way to make a better life for his family. He finds that chance by doing hits for the mob and we see his first job take place under a pale moon, when he shoots a diamond store clerk in the heart, blood red ballooning out onto the green grass, like crimson and clover. Later, an aging Frank Leprechaun kills union leader Jimmy Hoffa and as he dies, he divulges the secret that Hoffa’s body is buried on a plantation in Lexington to Lucky. The young boy looks back and makes a firm promise to his dying father. “They’ll never get Kentucky farm.”

3 Things To Casually Inject Into Conversation To Prove You Saw The Movie And Sound Like An Expert:

The de-aging technology used in The Irishman was so advanced that, while you can’t see it, De Niro's testicles are actually two inches higher in the first half of the movie.

The run time of the movie is 3 hours and 30 minutes which is also the average amount of time Netflix users scroll through options before deciding to just watch the same episode of The Office again.

In Ireland, this movie is known as The Man.

JoJo Rabbit

From M. Night Shyamalan comes the story of a scared young boy who claims to see Jewish people. While adults around him are trying very hard to see them too, it’s Adolf Hitler who helps the boy to overcome his fear and actually communicate with the Jews to understand them and realize that the reason that he can see them is because he can help them. And then at the end we realize that Hitler was actually a Jew himself THE WHOLE TIME!  

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I thought it was just a bit on the nose that Taika Waititi chose to have JoJo sing her hit “Leave (Get Out)” at all the Nazis during the Allied occupation of Germany.

While juggling roles in Marriage Story and JoJo Rabbit, Scarlett Johansson would often get confused resulting in one day on set when she tried to cut Sam Rockwell’s hair in a bathtub.

Of all the nominated films, when it comes to winning Best Picture, this is…Nazi one! (Cough. Look around. Place your drink on the table. Slowly collect your coat, walk to the door, pause as if to turn, sigh, leave.)

Joker

It’s 1964 and Cesar Romero has established himself as a force in Hollywood. A multi-talented performer and veteran of WWII, Romero has amassed an impressive body of work playing roles as a versatile character actor, when he gets a call from his agent.

Agent: Cesar, I’ve got something that I think you’d be perfect for.

Cesar Romero: Is it a complex villain in a new Western? A dark turn as a gangster in a noir? A comedic foil in a Sinatra vehicle?

Agent: No. Better.

Cesar Romero: What is it?

Agent: Get this. An evil clown Batman nemesis…on TV!

(Silence.)

Cesar Romero: Um.

Agent: You’ll be kind of like a sidekick to Burgess Meredith! And guess what he is?

Cesar Romero: (Deep breath.) What is he?

Agent: Like a half-man, half-penguin sort of thing…I think. But he’s also evil! Oh, and you’ll also get to star alongside Julie Newmar!

Cesar Romero: Oh, well that may have legs. So, do we have a “will they, won’t they” dynamic?

Agent: Not at all! But she is evil too. And also part cat!

Cesar Romero: I do not understand any of what you are saying.

Agent: And it’s got Frank Gorshin!

Cesar Romero: And what is he? Let me guess. Like an evil frog person?

Agent: No, no! He’s The Riddler. It’s sort of the same exact deal as your character, only he doesn’t wear any makeup. Isn’t this wonderful?!

Cesar Romero: (Pause.) You have to be joking.

Agent: No, Cesar. YOU have…to be joking.

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We still have a little bit of time for Joaquin Phoenix to die and win a posthumous Oscar for this role and keep with tradition. Then in 11 more years, a woman will win Best Supporting Actress for playing the Joker role and then in another 11 years the actual Joker will direct Joe Kerr in a reboot co-starring the Impractical Jokers…and win an Oscar.

I found the end scene touching when Arthur’s wife delivers his child and asks, “Arthur, what do you want to name your son?” And he replies, “Béla.”

Todd Phillips only made this big flashy blockbuster for the studio so that they’d let him do his deeply personal, intimate art house project, The Hangover IV.

Little Women

In a fresh take on a movie that I think is about some nuns living in a cottage during, fuck, I dunno like 1845? 1912? Aught 5? but there’s like a mean one, and a smart-and-sort-of-pretty-but-not-too-pretty one, and they probably have a dog, oh and a horse, and they have fights about vying for the love of the same boy they grew up with who is now some hot stud with poofy hair and poofy shirts and a nasally British accent, oh and there’s 2-3 other sisters that really just serve to further the main sister’s plot, and there is like fucking grass everywhere and how is all that grass not staining the shit out of those long flowy dresses that they always wear on their farm – or is it a glen? can you live ON a glen? – but later the guy marries the right one and he’s a strong man but is totally cool with her writing about some bullshit about being like a female doctor pioneer or something – oh and she’s wearing a straw hat with like a ribbon that’s always flapping the fuck around behind her – I forgot also that they only have one parent, the other is definitely dead and that comes up a little too often, and my mom and two sisters have to have tissues near the goddamn couch while they watch this seemingly 14 hour fucking miniseries or movie or Hallmark marathon because even though each of them could goddamn recite the dialogue from memory they still cry every…single…time…and OH MY GOD, CAN THIS ANNE OF GREEN GABLES, SOUND OF MUSIC, LITTLE HOUSE ON THE PRAIRIE, PRIDE AND PREJUDICE OR WHATEVER THIS GIRL STUFF IS PLEASE BE OVER SO I CAN HAVE THE LIVING ROOM TV BACK TO WATCH BOY STUFF!

3 Things To Casually Inject Into Conversation To Prove You Saw The Movie And Sound Like An Expert:

Not many people know this fact but on her death bed, Louisa May Alcott’s final request was that if a woman ever directed a film adaptation of Little Women they would absolutely under no circumstances be nominated for a Best Director Oscar. So, really, that’s on her.

To ants, these are very big women.

Alan Dershowitz and Prince Andrew's favorite film.

Marriage Story

Dr. Ellie Sattler has established her second career as a divorce attorney after years as a paleobotanist and now fights so that “woman inherits the earth”...or at least gets primary custody and more than half of the assets.

3 Things To Casually Inject Into Conversation To Prove You Saw The Movie And Sound Like An Expert:

The roommates of Noah Baumbach and Greta Gerwig have become increasingly annoyed listening to several minutes of the two repeating, “No I hope YOU are recognized by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences with the Academy Award for Best Picture…and hang up first,” before ending their long phone calls every night.

While juggling roles in Marriage Story and JoJo Rabbit, Scarlett Johansson would often get confused resulting in one day on set when she tried to hide Robert Smigel in the attic.

Variety reports that a remake of Marriage Story is now slated for fall of 2026 with Colin Jost in the role originated by Adam Driver in a version of the story that will be produced by real life.

1917

The seventh and final installment of the 1910's saga follows the previous successful box office hits 1911: The First One, 1912: Now There's Two, 1913: Why Not Three, 1914: Get It? Years Are Sequential. That’s Really All This Joke Is, 1915: This Is The Fifth One (But Fourth Sequel), and 1916: 19 Fast 16 Furious.

3 Things To Casually Inject Into Conversation To Prove You Saw The Movie And Sound Like An Expert:

Originally, the movie was supposed to have a ton of cuts between scenes but after saying, “Action,” a producer whispered to Sam Mendes that they only had budget left for one single take after hiring every single recognizable British actor still alive – so Mendes started screaming, “Run! You there, start shooting at them. Keep rolling! Keep running! Jump down that waterfall! Let’s go, people, keep up! Hide in those trees now! Oh look, more bad guys! Pew pew! Duck! Run over that way! Do not…stop…shooting!”

If this movie was called 2017, Colin Firth would have just pulled out his Samsung Galaxy Note 8 and texted, “Call off attack,” with a GIF of Admiral Ackbar saying, “It’s A Trap!” Then, mere seconds later he would have received, “lol k thx”.

1917 earned Benedict Cumberbatch a nomination for “Most Distressingly Off-putting Mustache”.

Once Upon A Time In Hollywood

Once Upon A Time In Hollywood harkens back to a time long, long, long ago in Hollywood's history when the majority of top actors were white, the majority of directors were old men and individual parts of women's bodies were oddly objectified and sexualized. We’ve come so far since then!

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Please don’t ruin the fun and let Brad Pitt know that a movie was actually being filmed around him from June to November 2018.

I didn’t think the film was particularly that great but every single person I know who lives in L.A. and is either in or adjacent to the entertainment industry corrected me that it actually is.

Oh, I’m sorry – I think you’re in the wrong place. This is the once upon a time where a man is burned alive with a blowtorch. If you’re looking for the once upon a time where a man’s eyes are drilled out of his face, well then, pal, you’re gonna want to go to Mexico.

Parasite

Oh. I’m sorry. I accidentally put a Best For'n Language Film here at the end of this list of the best ‘Murican films.

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Parasite was, by far, the best movie I read this year!

나는 기생충을 진심으로 감사 할 수 있도록 한국어를 배웠습니다.

Bong Joon-ho's Parasite might leave you asking who are the real bottom feeders in the black comedy about social structures. There's plenty of food for thought as this picture is deeper than than what it may seem like on the surface…is the word-for-word review from Rotten Tomatoes Super Reviewer Aldo G that I just read to you out loud after pulling it up on my phone here.

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Two Dogs

Vinnie was curled up in the back of the kennel they were keeping him in at Lollypop Farm (the Rochester, NY arm of the Humane Society). My wife Katie and I were there one day just walking around looking at dogs because we’d just signed a lease on a house we were going to share. She and I had been long distance for almost 5 years before she moved home and she and I had the chance to finally live together. A dog was one of those things we always talked about having together, so we went and looked around to get excited.

There was Vinnie in the back of his kennel. Not moving. Not reacting to anything anybody said or did who came close. Right next to him was this fluffy white dog the size of a lion named Winnie. She’d come in as a stray. She was sweet and attentive and calmly approached us as we approached her. Katie and I looked at each other as if to say “I hope she’s still here when we’re ready to adopt.” I looked back over at Vinnie, the most beautiful dog I’d ever seen, and said “it’s too bad that one is so anti-social, I’ve always wanted a husky and he’s so damn handsome.”

We left the shelter. I took her home and went back to my dad’s house and started to pack up my stuff. The landlord we’d signed with said we could move in two weeks early and not pay extra, so I was hustling. I got most of my stuff in the house on a Sunday afternoon.

I went back to Lollypop Farm on Monday with the intention of adopting Winnie. I went there convinced nobody else would take in that gigantic stray dog with the floofy white fur and goofy face. I made it to Vinnie’s kennel, he picked his head up when I walked by, we made eye contact and I changed my mind.

I asked the staff if I could meet him. They looked at me like I was nuts. I looked at them like they were nuts. We all looked nuts, but eventually they realized I wasn’t kidding. I wanted to meet the husky nobody wanted to meet. They walked me to a big, gray room that had huge windows overlooking their play area outside. There was a single chair in the room. It was yellow and made of hard plastic and had shiny, silver metal legs that were bent at just weird enough angles to make sitting in it more of an academic procedure than anything else. The two volunteers were talking to me about Vinnie before they brought him in.

“He’s had some history,” they told me. “He used to live with a St. Bernard, who is here too, and one day their neighbor brought over a 3 week old labrador puppy to play with them and things got rough and the puppy ended up dying a couple of days later. The neighbors threatened to sue the owners if they didn’t give up the dogs or have them put down.”  At this point I still hadn’t met Vinnie. He was still in his kennel. He was still laying there by himself sad as shit. I looked at the volunteers very nicely and said “why don’t I meet him before we talk more?”

A few minutes later Vinnie walked into the cold, gray room with the wonky chair and he couldn’t have given less of a shit about me being there. Or the volunteers for that matter. He was limping, though, because he’d spent so much time laying on his side in his cage that he was emaciated and sore and his muscles were atrophying. He was 3 years old. Born on September 9th. It’s important to note here, again, that my presence in the room had zero effect on him. “He’s very aloof,” the volunteer said. “So am I.” I said. “He can be a handful,” the volunteer said. “So can I,” I said.

The volunteers looked at each other nervously. They looked at Vinnie who was limply circling the room looking for a way to escape. “He’ll run away from you if you let him,” the volunteer said. “So will I,” I said. The volunteers seemed to be tense and it was throwing Vinnie and I off. Their stress was becoming my stress and Vinnie’s stress. I very politely asked if I could be alone with him for a minute, they very politely told me to I could not. I very politely asked if I could take him for a walk, they very politely told me that I could and it would actually be doing them a favor since nobody enjoyed walking him.

“Excuse me?” I asked. “He’s pully on the leash and not great with other dogs, the staff here are kind of nervous about taking him for walks.” I remember contorting my face in such a way that it made one of the volunteers look at me like I had a knife. “Look, get me a leash. I’m taking him for a walk.”

They brought me a flat, black leash and asked me to be careful. I smirked at them like “what’s the worst that could happen?” and they smirked at me like “you’ll see.”

They were wrong.

The second I had a leash on Vinnie and he I were walking together I felt this strange sensation of “this is my dog, I need to take care of him.” We walked around the property for 20 minutes or so and I walked back into the shelter and said “well, I love him, but I need to check with my girlfriend first, so I will probably be back in a few days.” The volunteers gave each other a dreadful look. The St. Bernard Vinnie had grown up with walked by and the top of his head was shaved. I understood what their look meant. Dogs with a history of violence don’t get a lot of second chances.

I took Vinnie home 10 minutes later without paying an adoption fee and carrying a bag full of food, collars, leashes, treats and toys. He and I were happy as we walked out of Lollypop Farm together. He kept looking up at me and smiling and I kept looking down at him smiling and then I realized I adopted a dog without telling my girlfriend who hadn’t even moved her stuff into our house yet. “Shit.” I said to Vinnie. “Awooof” he said back to me in a deep, odd bark. We made our way to my car and he jumped in the front seat.

3 minutes later he tried to jump out of the window as we drove down the thruway. I pulled over and pulled him back in and turned on the childproof windows and my heart was beating so fast I thought it would give out and then I looked over at Vinnie and he seemed to be laughing.  “Well,” I said, “this is going to be fun.”

…

When Vinnie got sick last year he got really sick. It happened as quickly as a tower falling in Jenga. Or at least that’s how it felt. My strong, handsome boy suddenly became a ghost of himself. It lasted a few months. My wife and I were doing our best to care for him and make the last few days of his life as easy and happy as possible, but things don’t always work out the way we want them too.

Vinnie passed away while I was out of town for the weekend doing stand-up; which was my job at the time. I was featuring for a comedian named Josh Blue at The Comedy Club in Rochester, NY. It was supposed to be a nice, paying gig where I got to warm up before my friends and I went on a small tour of Oregon the following week.

Vinnie started to go south very quickly on a Thursday night. I had left that morning and the last thing I said to him was “I love you, don’t wait for me, if you need to go you need to go. I love you.” And I walked out the door trying very hard not to cry, because I knew what was coming. I saw it in my boy’s face. He was dying and I wouldn’t ever see him again.

The next day he crashed. It was pouring rain in Manhattan and my wife, the strongest person I have ever met, took him to three hospitals before landing at the ASPCA on the Upper East Side.  It was there where all the test results came back. It was there where Katie had to face reality. It was there where she laid with him during his final moments and said the goodbyes I didn’t get to say. She called me at 4:30 to let me know he was gone.

I was getting ready to take a shower and I collapsed in the bathroom. I’d only ever felt like that once before when my mom died. The grief was … well you get it.  I was staying at my dad’s because the gig was in my hometown and, thank god, my father was downstairs in his study when I found out. 20 minutes later I pulled myself together enough to leave the bathroom and go downstairs.

“Jimmy, you look … upset” he said to me as he stood up. “It’s Vinnie, dad. He got very sick and… “ I never finished the sentence. He was hugging me and saying “Oh buddy, he was your guy” and I started to bawl again.

The next few months are a blur both literally and figuratively. I’d been sober for a very, very long time, but that went out the window after Vinnie died. I spent about 4 months chasing away the demons by looking for salvation in the bottom of a bottle. It didn’t work.

I snapped out of on March 16th, 2016. Vinnie passed away on October 9th, 2015. The grief lingers inside me still. Our house is covered in pictures of our boy. I had trouble looking at them for a year. Our boy was gone. I didn’t know what to do.

…

One year and 19 days after Vinnie passed away Katie and I were watching TV on a Friday night. Cesar 911 came on and we didn’t change the channel. Vinnie used to love being in the room when Cesar was on TV. It was one of his odd personality quirks, but because of that I had a hard time watching Cesar 911 or The Dog Whisperer or any show that had dogs in it. That night was different, that night I felt okay with it and so did Katie. We watched 4 episodes back to back to back to back.

I dreamed of Vinnie that night.

It was a house party at our old house and we were surrounded by dogs and people. Friends and family were bringing in food and the dogs were playing in the backyard. I just couldn’t see Vinnie anywhere. I was looking for him everywhere, but he wasn’t there.

Right as dream-me was making the realization that Vinnie had died over a year ago, he trotted into my dream world and said hello. I know this sounds crazy, but it happened. I remember him walking up to me, sitting down in front of me and me bending down at the knees to say hello to him. He put his paw on my hand, looked me in the eyes and then he walked out of the sliding glass doors that went into our old backyard. I followed him to see him play with the other dogs, but he wasn’t there. I woke up that morning crying.

Katie and I started talking about dogs and how we missed having one and how there were so many that needed homes. We went onto the ASCPA website and looked around a little and this strange feeling of momentum started to come over both of us. “What if we went to the shelter and just looked around?” I said. “That’s a great idea,” Katie said, “it’ll give us a good idea what to expect.” “Okay,” I said, “but we can’t go in there thinking we’re going to adopt a dog just because we’re there.” “Of course, that’s irresponsible.” “Good…. they open at noon.”

We took a train to a bus and then walked a few blocks over to the ASPCA shelter and hospital on the Upper East Side. It was where Vinnie spent his last few hours of life. The dread of walking into the place hit Katie harder than it hit me, because I wasn’t there. The waiting room was full of people looking to adopt cats and one family surrendering their dog. They were bawling their eyes out talking about how good their dog was, but that they just couldn’t keep him anymore. My heart broke for them.

We were there to meet a dog named Piglet, a bulldog mix, I had seen on the ASCPA website, but the ASPCA is the type of place that smartly makes you fill out information about the kind of dog you’re looking for before they’ll even take you around to see what is available.  They want to make sure their behavior profiles match up with the dog you want to see. Katie and I were surprised to find out that thanks to Vinnie we qualified as “experienced owners” and basically had no restrictions on any dog we wanted to look at.

I was deadset on Piglet. I’d always wanted a bulldog and that was about as close as I thought we’d ever get. Plus, Piglet was on the smaller side, hence the name (that I would’ve changed immediately). In my head I was doing the math on how much space she’d take up, how easy it would be to take her places and was already wondering if the chichi fancy pet store had winter coats for her.

When the volunteer came up to us and told us it was our turn to go meet the dogs, everybody was very excited. The ASPCA people seemed ecstatic that some people who actually knew how to be with dogs were there. I got the impression that didn’t happen a whole lot. The volunteer was super chatty and nice and encouraging as we rode the elevator up to the floor where the kennels were. “I know you want to see Piglet,” the volunteer said, “but let’s look at all the dogs along the way just to be sure we don’t miss anything.”

I barely paid attention to that. We passed a huge ass dog named Portland who was wearing the cone of shame because of a skin infection, but otherwise Portland seemed like an awesome dog. He was, however, the size of a small house, so we kept moving. (Happy Ending Alert: Portland was adopted to a forever home that day. Good job, Portland!) We made our way through a hallway of very tiny, very yappy dogs and some very lethargic looking mutts and Pit Bulls who looked sweet and nice but, I don’t know, didn’t click with us.

We turned a corner and there was Piglet. She had flappy bat ears and was white with black dots. She was smiling and pacing in her crate as I approached her. The second I squatted down to introduce myself she started barking and growling wildly. I looked over at the volunteer who looked embarrassed and, frankly, hurt that Piglet would stoop to such behavior in front of a potential adopter. The volunteer suggest I give Piglet some food. I tried to give her some food and she growled at me again. This time I looked at Katie who was giving me the “not in a million years” look and I knew we had to move on. Sorry, Piglet.

They took us up the elevator to another floor full of dogs. Most of them were tiny, yappy things that were driving me insane within a couple of seconds of being in their presence, but they had one small room full of two dogs in the size range we were looking for, so that’s where we headed.

The room was tiny, but big enough to have two separate kennels right next to each other. The lights were off, but the glass on the enclosures was clean and so was the floor and everything else. I noticed a wonky looking plastic chair in the corner of the room and got a wave of deja vu. “Huh.” I said out loud to nobody in particular. “What?” asked Katie. “Nothing. Nothing.”

I don’t remember the name of the first dog, but I remember he was a skinny, brown and white Pit mix that Katie was clearly enamored with. The dog was friendly and enthusiastic and you tell he was a lover not a fighter. Only problem was some health stuff the ASPCA was trying to deal with so the dog wasn’t technically up for adoption. There was another dog in the room, but she was so quiet I didn’t even notice she was in there. “This is Rhea,” the volunteer said. “Who is Rhea?” I asked. “This dog in here,” the volunteer said pointing to a fawn colored mutt laying in the corner of her kennel who didn’t move an inch when I approached. “Huh,” I said. “Who are you?” I asked the dog and her ears twitched a bit.

Rhea didn’t move. The volunteer looked embarrassed and suggested I try giving her a treat.  “Gimme a minute,” I said. I squatted down in front of Rhea’s kennel right in front of where they had drilled a tiny hole just big enough for treats, but small enough so any fingers and hands couldn’t get through. I waited there for a few minutes. Katie was still looking at the dog nextdoor, who was putting on an “adopt me now” show. Eventually, after what felt like forever, Rhea stood up and calmly walked over to where I was squatting. She sat politely in front of the hole but not in the way that said “give me food now” it was more like “yes, you’re here, I see that, now what?” And I turned to Katie and said “hey, take a look at this dog.”

She did.

As we were walking out of the room Rhea stood up to watch us leave, her tail was wagging a bit and she was grinning. The volunteer apologized for their lack of options and asked if we saw any dogs we’d like to meet. “Rhea and Piglet” I said. Katie looked at me like “are you fucking crazy? Piglet wanted to bite you.” And I looked back at the volunteer and said “Okay, just Rhea.” The volunteer gave me a look like “you sure?” and my wife and I said “absolutely.”

They made us go back down to the waiting room until a behavior specialist was available to introduce us to Rhea. It took a couple of hours. I think it was a test to see how patient we are and what we were willing to go through for a dog. Not the hardest test, but a test nonetheless. Eventually, a very sweet woman named Addison came over to us and asked us to come with her. She took us to a table in the back of the main lobby and had a look on her face that was equal parts worried, discouraging and devastatingly warm.

I was looking around for the dog, but there was no dog. This was going to be a “talk.”

Addison laid out Rhea’s history for us right there at the table. She explained Rhea had been re-homed twice already. That she’d spent most of her life in the shelter. That her first home was garbage and her second home was double garbage. According to her, Rhea’s second family took her in without meeting their older dog. That older dog was a huge asshole who attacked Rhea all the time and the garbage people who adopted Rhea thought using a shock collar was the way to go. It wasn’t. Things got worse. Rhea was brought back to the ASPCA.

I’ll always remember Addison saying “so, after hearing all that, do you still want to meet her?” Because Katie and I looked at each other mystified. Why wouldn’t we want to meet her? It’s not the dog’s fault she’s been shit on in every home she’s had. “Of course we want to meet her,” we said. Addison’s face erupted into a grin and she asked us to wait, then changed her mind and asked us to follow her into the play deck they had on the fifth floor. “This will be better,” she said.

It was a gorgeous play deck. It was long and narrow, but wide enough to be comfortable. They had some exercise balls in one room that was closed off from the main room (alongside a treadmill and some other equipment), but the thing that struck me most was the view. You could see all these rooftop gardens and the old architecture of the upper east side surrounding you. The sun was shining brightly and the skies were blue. It was gorgeous. We waited there for 10 minutes or so and then …

… then Rhea happened. She burst into the room with a huge grin on her face and came over to us. Addison was letting us know how much she loves to play and that it was important we always had two of the same toy around because it made her easier to play with. At one point not long after Rhea entered the play deck, Katie knelt down and Rhea came over and started licking her face. Rhea came over to me, I asked her to sit and she did and I gave Katie a look and mouthed “pleasepleaseplease” to her and she mouthed back “yesyesyes” and that was it. That was the moment Rhea became our dog.

We waited a few more hours because while we were meeting Rhea the ASPCA got flooded with adoptions. We overheard somebody in management tell the staff that all the available dogs had been adopted. They turned around and said “even Rhea?” and the manager said “even Rhea!” and they all let out a small cheer.

The people there had bonded with Rhea over the course of the nearly a year she spent in the shelter. She’d been there 4 months by the time we arrived and had made friends with every volunteer and staff member in the place. Addison was telling us how she was the dog they most liked chilling with in the office. “She loves to just come plop and chew on her bone while we work,” she told us. “I’m so glad she found a home” was the overwhelming phrase that each and every single person working there that day said to us. Some of them even gave us hugs. I’m not sure they were supposed to do this, but they gave us extra food and two of Rhea’s favorite toys to take with us. “Always have two” Addison reminded us as she hugged us tightly and said “thank you” and then Rhea burst onto the scene again.

She wasn’t scared at all. That’s what I’ll remember about that day. Rhea just looked up at Addison as she handed over the leash and then she looked up at us with eyes that said “let’s go!” and we did. The ASPCA called a car service for us to take us back to our apartment. We took Rhea for a walk and then went home. She was nervous, sure, but the first thing she did was crawl into my lap while I was sitting in the chair Vinnie used to sleep in.

That afternoon, while Rhea was taking a short nap, we looked over her medical records so we could put down the important dates for her shots and what have you. That’s when we noticed her birthday. September 9th. Same as Vinnie’s.

…

That night I dreamed of Vinnie again.

It was the same situation. We were at our old house and it was a crowded party full of family, friends and dogs. I couldn’t find him and I started to get nervous. I called out for him and he didn’t come. I woke up screaming, according to Katie, and when I looked at the end of the bed there was Rhea, sleeping like a log.

I went back to sleep and the dream started over. Vinnie was nowhere to be found. I began to panic and then I heard his weird “awooof” bark and set out looking for him. I found him in his chair. I walked over to him and knelt down. He sat up so we were facing each other. I grabbed his big dumb head and pulled it close so our foreheads were touching. I said “I’m sorry, buddy. I miss you. I miss you so much.” He pulled away and looked me in the eyes, then he licked my cheek and put his paw on my knee. “It’s okay, daddy” I heard from somewhere in the dream. “It’s okay.”

When I woke up Rhea was licking the tears off of my face.

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Questions

This is part 4 of Kitten. Sorry it’s sort I just have writers block on everything.

Fic Summery: Sophia has never known love, her always picking the “good guy” him always turning out to be like a snake in the weeds. What will happen when shes took home one night by a “bad guy” him showing her things she never knew about herself.

Part Summery:Sophia writes down questions for Dean it only bringing more to her mind.

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Dean’s POV

I returned home from work, it not going as planned but that was my fault. I was distracted and Sam knew it. One of the reason’s I returned home alone.

I knew why, Sophia kept popping back into my head. Knowing what she went through and what she tried to do to herself made me worry about what I would find when I got back home. 

So I found myself rushing to end my meeting and to get back home. I had to stop myself halfway there and remind myself not to get too attached to this girl. She didn’t know who I was or the things I could do.

That and she most likely would run screaming if she knew about my sexal tastes. So I had to be careful with her. Just help her and send her on her way.

Whatever questions she had for me I could gloss over them like I did when I got arrested. Only thing was I didn’t know if I wanted to.

I couldn’t denine the way I was attracted to her when I first saw her in that club. That plus the way I kept noticing her responding to me made me want her in ways I shouldn’t. She was broken and I didn’t need to try and fix her.

She would get too attached or she would get scared of me. Her abuse made it unwise to do the things I wanted to do to her.

Thinking about her in that damn kennel was definitely one of them.

I walked down the hall hoping she was there since I didn’t find her in the kitchen. I almost called out for her till I realized she wasn’t talking. I hope that changed soon. I remember liking her voice, plus I didn’t want her so scared she wouldn’t even speak.

I knocked on her door knowing she wouldn’t answer then opened it. I couldn’t stop the smile that came to my face when I did.

She sat on the bed criss crossed, the coloring book in her lap and the crayson splayed about the bed. Her thumb nail was in between her teeth, her forehead wrinkled in concentration. 

Hearing the door open she looks up at me removing her hand from her face to wave at me a huge smile on her face.

It only makes my smile grow.

“Hi Kitten.” I say before I can stop myself.

‘She’s not yours Winchester.’ I think as I walk into the room and sit on the edge of the bed.

Sophia’s POV.

I sat on the bed chewing my thumb nail as I stared at the picture I was coloring. It was oddly soothing to do it, I realized. I was trying to decide on what color I should use for the dog's collar when a knock came from the door.

Hearing it open I lift my head seeing Dean standing there. He smiles at me making me blush since he caught me doing such a childish thing.

I drop my hand from my mouth and wave at him, smiling as a greeting.

“Hi Kitten.” He says smiling at me.

I blush more at the pet name for some reason sweeter than all the rest. Maybe because he was the only one to ever call me that.

“Whatcha coloring?” He asks walking into the room and sitting on the edge of the bed.

I lift up the book and hold it out to him letting him see what I did.

“Looks good.” He says smiling at me.

I couldn’t help but notice that he actually looked at the picture. Like really looked at it as if he really cared about what I was coloring.

I wanted to say thank you but I couldn’t get myself to make the words. To push them from my throat so I just sat there with my mouth open.

“Your welcome.” He says as if he could read my thoughts, making me blush and look down.

“So what did you do while I was gone? Did you get any questions written down?” He asks the scentace awkwardly as if he wanted to say something else but stopped himself.

Lifting my head I nod and move to get out of the bed.

I walk over to the desk and get the notebook he left then return to where I was sitting.

I hand it to him slowly as I remember everything I wrote down. Some of them are silly now that I think about it.

He opens it, turning to the first page.

A smile spreads across his face making me blush.

“Do I have a dog? No.” He says looking up at me, a smile on his lips as his eyes fall back to the paper.

“What’s the cage for if I don’t have a dog?” He reads slightly biting his lower lip.

“That’s complicated.” He says making my face wrinkle up in confusion.

Seeing the look on my face he sighs.

“I’ll tell you if you really want to know, when I think you're ready.”

I don’t say anything, but I wouldn’t have even if I could make words leave my mouth. What kind of answer was that.

“What do I do for a living?” He reads pulling me from my thoughts.

“Business.”

I don’t get a chance to process that him reading off the next question.

“Why was Sam fighting last night?”

“Me and him fight in a ring to blow off steam and bet on each other to make an easy buck.” He says as if that was a normal thing to go.

“Why did I have a coloring book?”

“The last girl I was with liked coloring.” He says it as if that was a loaded answer.

I open my mouth wanting to ask what he meant by that but once again nothing comes out.

Seeing my struggling Dean hands me the notebook and pen.

It only had three questions left.

When do you want me to leave?

How can I pay you back for helping me?

How old are you?

I don’t know why but I couldn’t think of questions no matter how hard I thought nothing would come to me but now I had some way to communicate something I haven’t done in a while.

Writing out my question I hand the notebook back.

Reading it he sighs and looks up at me.

“I’m just gonna have to explain everything to you huh?” He says making my forehead once again wrinkle up.

“Alright I’ll start on the soft side of things…” He says laying the notebook down next to me.

“Feel free to ask questions.”

I nod picking up the notebook and pen ready to do just that.

“How do I start this without sounding so scary?... The woman I was in a relationship with over a year ago enjoyed coloring. It relaxed her.” He said calmly but he seemed flustered.

“Why would that be scary?” I write out and show him the notebook.

“Also what do you mean by, explain everything?”

“Something tells me I’m going to have to explain the lifestyle I’m into.”

“What lifestyle is that?” I write down.

I watched him take a deep breath, running his hand down his face as if he was nervous.

I bite my lip wanting to reach out and comfort him the way he always did for me but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead I hiss out in pain at biting down on my busted lip.

The sound makes Dean’s head snap up his eyes meeting mine, hope swinging inside of them.

“Did you say something?” He asks, smiling.

I shook my head making his face fall a bit which made me feel bad for letting him down.

“I thought I heard you make a noise.”

I nodded telling him that he was right.

“So you can talk? Sam mentioned something about maybe you didn’t talk because of a physical reason.”

Picking up the notebook I write out my explanation as best as I can understand.

“I can talk, I just can’t make the words come out. I don’t have anything good to say anyways.” I write handing it to him.

He reads it wrinkling his brow as he does.

“Baby girl you can say anything and it will be good. I would be happy just to hear your voice.” He says making me blush and tilt my head down.

“I wanna make sure you know you're safe here. This is your room now you  are free to do whatever you want in it. Talking is hundred percent okay.” I nod hearing his words even believing them but I couldn’t make myself do it.

“Alright no talking for now. How about dinner instead?” He asks, making me look up at him.

He was looking at his phone which for some reason made me sad.

“Sam just got back and he brought us some food.”

I smile and nod telling him I understand.

“Are you ready to go?” He asks standing up and offering his hand to me.

Feeling my cheeks heat up once again I nod taking his hand.

He leads me out of my room and down the hall towards the kitchen. I expect him to drop my hand as soon as we are around Sam but instead he greets his little brother as if everything is normal.

“Hey, how ya feeling today?” Sam asks looking at me as he pulls tacos from the bag.

I shrug and smile as my answer.

“So okay then?” He asks which I nod to.

“Good. Okay is better than bad.” He says smiling, it makes his brown eyes lighten up.

“So I got chicken and beef and hard and crunky I didn’t know what you liked.” Sam says looking over at me.

“Thanks Sammy.” Dean says as he could read my thoughts.

Dean pulls out a chair and gently pulls me toward it as if telling me that was my chair. Smiling at him I blush and sit down. He sits next to me to my right making him closer to Sam.

“You're not picky right?” He asks looking at me to see me nod.

“Thought so.” He says placing two random tacos in front of me.

I look at them wondering how am I going to eat both of them.

“Just eat what you can. Dean will eat your leftovers.” Sam says smiling as he sits down.

I smile back and start to pick at my first taco, as Sam and Dean start talking about things they had to do.

I didn’t really listen to them more focused on finishing a whole taco. I wasn’t used to eating much anymore. I definitely wasn’t used to eating food that was still warm.

I jump when Dean moves his arm to lay on the back of my chair, making his face wrinkle in worry.

“Sorry Kitten.” Dean says softly.

I nod and smile at him knowing he wasn’t trying to hurt me. It was just a reaction.

“Kitten?” Sam says looking at Dean as if that pet name meant someone.

“It just comes out around her. It’s not what you think.” Dean says casually.

I look at him then at Sam wondering what they are talking about. 

“It’s another one of those things I will explain.” He says looking at me.

I nod knowing that's the answer I was going to get for now.