#tell your dog i said hi

[alltime30secondstoremember]

Met Chris Evans today!!

Channeled my inner Lucy Chen with my shirt. 😜

[gaoau]

tell your dog i said hi

the four times she talks to the owner, and the one time she talks to the dog.

pairing — hirugami sachirou x fem!reader

01. "thank you for your patronage!" 02. "how can i help you?" 03. "anything else?" 04. "sorry for the wait." 05. "tell him i said hi!" 00. afterword

"what a good boy."

[ originally written: 18/06/2021 - 15/07/2021 ]

[melancholicblonde]

Tell your dog i said hi!

[deadbirdsdontsingbutido]

Snapchat: I know it’s been years since you’ve seen your ex, and you deleted all the pics of him BUT here’s some found memories of you and their dog!!

Snapchat….you’re killing me….

But like tell your dog I said hi!

[canisalbus]

did machete like snug fitting clothing right away or did he have to get used to it? he reminds me very much of my small twiggy white bat-faced dog who, despite being cold All The Time, goes rigid when fully clothed and does his level best to scrape sweaters off on the furniture.

I think it's largely a personal preference, he just happens to like well tailored high coverage outfits. People with sensory issues often either gravitate towards loose clothing that constricts them as little as possible, or snug-fitting garments that provide a sensation of even pressure against their skin, and he's the latter kind.

[thewolveswolf]

i ordered kfc as a surprise for @mrghostrat since he’s not feeling v well but accidentally ordered a spicy wrap by mistake… do u think i’ve heard the end of it??? absolutely not tphptthp

[sofishticated3]

Omg the f1 side of instagram and particularly the m*x fans are not passing the vibe check. I mean, of course if he's your favorite driver, you can be happy and express that in the comments but is it necessary to always bring up Lewis or merc domination? Or harass someone as soon as they express their opinion about m*x that does not fit the "golden boy/great white hope" image? I swear some are just proving themselves to be racist and misogynist, which considering the man they stan, well

[evilkitten3]

this man has a kouhai, an eternal rival, and eight dogs

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

you know if we do accept the last epilogue-esque sequence as a sort of dream/wish of ted's and therefore not necessarily canon, very funny if we then simply go "yeah, trent's book is called 'the lasso way' actually. he didn't change that. nope."

[gaoau]

"tell him i said hi!"

tell your dog i said hi note — theres an afterword you might like to read, but its a bit depressing maybe. so maybe just stay with this happy ending. your choice warnings — none. word count — 1.4k

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it's concerning for most to see their pet waltz up to them and find a lump has formed as it pokes out from among all the fur. sachirou has seen tiny lumps like these plenty of times, be it on late dogs of his own or the grumpy cat next door. his best guess for whatever koutarou may have, in his untrained judgement, is an abscess; he's got nothing to worry about and plenty to celebrate. he presses an array of kisses to the puppy's face, receiving his tongue running all over his forehead in return. the more chances to drop by the veterinary, the better—even more so when it's not life-threatening.

koutarou wags his tail in a fit of excitement while sachirou hooks the leash to his collar, enjoying the prospect of this unscheduled walk to the park. by the time they reach the clinic, his excitement has dissipated at the memory of those vaccine shots, while sachirou's is shooting through the roof. the bell chimes above his head when he opens the door and he can almost physically feel a week's worth of worries vanish into the atmosphere. it's neither tuesday nor thursday, but he yearns for the comfort of this place either way.

seeing no one at the counter and people on the waiting benches, he deems this particular weekend a busy one. his hopes rise. just as his hand hovers above the bell by the bottle of sanitizer, [name] appears from the back room behind a woman carrying a bundle of sheets in her arms. heads rise and follow her as she hugs her dormant pet to her chest, echoing voices in the same tone chorusing a good luck because any one of them could be in her position some day. [name] opens the door for her, her other hand crumbling a bloodied latex glove in her fist, and the woman thanks her before disappearing to her car.

sachirou watches how [name]'s shoulders slack for a second and a heavy sighs slams down beside her feet. she takes a moment to recompose herself from a day of hard work that has yet to end. her gaze strays to her gloved hand, the blood stains on her sleeves, the responsibilities she hasn't assumed at this point in time. her mistakes seem monumental next to his. lives could end in her hands—how many lives has she failed to save when nine milligrams might be too little, but eleven milligrams might be too much; when she's doing nothing more than volunteering?

"oh, hello, sachirou-san, how can i help you?" her voice yanks sachirou out of his thoughts with an exhausted drawl tugging at the edge of her words. when he blinks back to reality, she's staring into his eyes with a gentle smile on her lips.

he uses his head to motion down at his dog and his wagging tail. "koutarou showed up with a lump today." upon hearing his name, koutarou allows his excitement to overpower him as he stands on his hind legs, barely reaching sachirou's knee, but pawing at him regardless.

[name]'s attention trails down to the puppy and it's in a split second that she rejuvenates herself. the grin growing on her face matches the shining glimmer in her eyes while she crouches to meet koutarou's eyes. she reaches her hand out towards the hopping dog, calling in the highest voice she can possibly muster, "oh, hi, koutarou! it's so good to finally meet you!" sachirou recognizes the change in her voice, as it's the same one he uses when baby-talking any animal. she glances up at him, her fingers buried in the dog's fur, a giddy giggle slipping from her tongue. "i'll be with you guys in a second."

sachirou nods while she stands back straight on her feet. she throws him one last smile before spinning on her heels with fresh air in her lungs. her hands move on their own as she presses down on the hand sanitizer bottle by the bell. she beckons a boy their age to follow her, concern burning all over his features, and they both disappear into the back rooms. everyone with their own personal circumstances, yet the same universal experience. this place is sachirou's personal haven, but he can wait a little longer.

"sachirou-san."

his head shoots up from his phone in an instant as koutarou shoots up to all of his four paws. [name] chuckles softly to herself because pet and owner truly are one and the same. by her side, the same boy from before lets relieved tears stain his face while he cradles a dormant, shaved cat to his chest. sachirou notices [name]'s cue to head into the room as she helps the crying boy to the door.

when she enters the room, her fingers tap rhythmically on the steel table before she moves over to the box of gloves. "bring him up." sachirou does as told and before he can even blink, [name] is already checking the lump on koutarou's head. she prods and inspects it against the light. one pondering hum later, she meets sachirou's eyes. "an abscess—" so his guess was correct, "—usually happens when bacteria enters through a wound or the like. some antibiotics should do the trick."

her pen clicks and she jots down on the prescription papers words she knows off the top of her head for situations she's seen a billion times. a single glance to the medication behind her on the shelves is enough for her hand to snatch the correct pills. he notices how barely legible her handwriting is as she explains the dose and for how long koutarou is meant to take it. sachirou can't help but chuckle to himself at the quality of her penmanship, yet how many lives have those scribbles helped save?

her hands are all over koutarou again, scratching behind his ears and petting underneath his snout. she smiles at sachirou while playing cheerfully with the dog. he wonders if she plays with every puppy that sits on the same table. "if, by any chance, it pops, clean him up with warm water, then bring him over so i can drain it. it's nothing to worry about." her nose touches koutarou's wet muzzle when she leans into him, her voice rises in pitch, "hear that, bubba? you've got nothing to worry about, baby. you're good!"

"thanks so much," sachirou bows out of practiced politeness, but he means every informal sound.

she flashes him a smile and chirps, "it's my job." then she returns her attention to the bundle of joy in her hands with the same high-pitched tone, "ain't that right, koutarou?! sure is! it sure is!" sachirou stares into a mirror he can't judge since kourai teases him about the exact same display of adoration, identical to the one [name] is showing love to koutarou with. he only feels the grin digging into his cheeks when [name] inevitably asks, "anything else, sachirou-san?"

"yeah." he surprises himself at times. there's nothing else he needs when his picture is complete and his future is decided. but there's one more thing he yearns for to learn as much as he can from her experience. "can i get your number?"

this time her brows don't rise as she's not taken aback by the impromptu request. the smile doesn't wear off her face while she takes the prescription paper from his fingers. her pen clicks and her numbers are just as illegible as her kanji, but he'll figure it out. as sachirou pockets valuable information, [name] nears her lips to koutarou's ear. "tell sachirou-san i'm okay with [name], will you? i'll be waiting." there's a sparkle in her gaze when she turns back to sachirou like he couldn't hear her words. "see you around, sachirou-san."

"see you, [name]-san."

their expressions are one and the same and so are their ambitions and passions. they share so much and so little, with hands that can kill and hands that cannot. "bye-bye, koutarou!" but koutarou loves them both.

—あごす (agosu) • 2021

[skitskatdacat63]

I forget how comfortable my life is living w just my parents, in terms of being comfortably out, then have to listen to my brother go on a homophobic rant, that I can't tell if its a joke or not, but was really hurtful :)

[ravarui]

// 😗 - YOU ARE THE SOFTEST BEING. 😀 - I’m not afraid of reaching out to you. 😃 - To me, you are easy to approach. 😊 - I think you are a really friendly person. You're so sweet and charming and i love talking to you ooc all the time !!!! you're so much fun to talk to, every time i send your muses anything i immediately wanna jump in your dms and be like hehehehehe look at our muses. you're a delight to have on my dash and i love u ♡

Intimidation Meme Accepting (Slow answers) @ferromagnetiic

// Everything goes right back at you obviously ♡ I love all the silly little interactions, no matter if IC or OOC. I am always happily kicking my feet whenever I see you in my notifications/inbox.

Please always jump into my dms to giggle about our silly muses. They are just so chaotic and I adore it so so much. -smooches you-

[wookgerine]

Love that they take Bella with the gym with them all the time

[semiotomatics]

it is criminal that people are sleeping on Strange World

criminal