you’re so scary…i wish you could see that what was done to me shouldn’t be solved using more forbidden magic..! i may not have all of the answers yet but there must be a better way to solve my situation..a-and i have my friends who are looking for ways to fix me too!
(a little ooc but i love ur blog so i wanted to interact LOL 🐺)
Hush, little witch. Unlike with others you have met before, you will find that what you might fear from me will be an unquestioned thing in your mind. You need not weigh the honesty behind my own words, for you must know beyond any shadow of doubt that I will never be dishonest. I have no need to be, no need to dampen the intention of my words with a false tongue. I prefer a direct approach so that we may know one another better.
I do not fault you for the folly of your gilded cage. You are still so new yet to the world, and have been sheltered away from the truth you have deserved to know. You have been dealt many a cruel hand, have you not?
How fortunate, then, that the means to reverse the effects forced upon you lie within your reach! How tragic, that you will not pick up the pen.
You are quite clever in deciphering the inner workings of sigils. How long have you spent already tracing over the lines of your new mark in studious repetition? There is no doubt in my mind you have already uncovered the potential purpose of each sign and glaive within. It would be trivial to reverse them…
But no, no. No student should alone face the tribulations before them alone on the path they tread. Your friends will make this choice, too! They will weigh the nonexistent nature of the warnings imparted upon you with the clear solution to your desperate plight. No scalewolf without a pack, no witch without a coven!
You have much ahead of you. When you raise your pen properly, I will be there.
When I got home it took me a few to settle and I was swiping thru tiktok and the brother walked in from work and we had a discussion. He was looking for his wallet or vape? But I was laughing cause he came all the way home and I told him if that was the case to just take the day off. I also told him I had a dejuvu dream about this happening before and he said that was weird.
But then when I looked up he wasn't there. Nor was he in the house when I went looking for him. So I texted him (not fb messaged cause my phone decided to act up) and he responded that he was at work. Then he called me cause I was so confused I didn't respond.
I told him it was fine.
But just now the pup was shaking the bed cause she couldn't settle and I reached back and she wasn't behind me. Then I heard her little paws on the floor and she stopped into he doorway and stared before turning around and leaving.
Summary: A quiet evening in with your two favourite boys; your boyfriend Sam and your huge two year old Newfoundland dog Pacman.
Word Count: 1018
Square Filled: “Incoming already came in”
Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader
Warnings: None
Written for @star-spangled-bingo
Sam always knew he had to share your affection with another male but considering that other male wasn’t even human, he didn’t mind. In fact he had started to become attached to the big lug. Pacman had also started to form a bond with Sam too. When you first started dating Sam, you were worried that Pacman might be protective of you and not like Sam but in the end, those worries were put to rest. Sam was strong enough to handle the gentle giant and Pacman absolutely adored Sam. You loved seeing the pair of them together.
You were in the middle of preparing dinner when you heard the keys in the door and Sam announce himself. Pacman, also hearing the new arrival bounded to his feet.
“Who’s that buddy? Who is it?” Pacman’s tail wagged a mile a minute and he got into a playful stance. “Go get ‘im!” Pacman raced to the front door.
“Incoming!” you tried to warn but you knew it was too late by the scream followed by the loud thud of Sam hitting the floor.
“Incoming already came in,” Sam grumbled.
You couldn’t help but grin when you saw the outcome. Sam was trapped under the massive pile of black fur that was your dog who was happily peering at his face.
“Who’s that? Is that your friend?” you beamed. Pacman gave a few thunderous barks before licking Sam’s face all over.
“Yeah, yeah, hello to you too,” he grunted, giving the dog a scratch behind the ear.
“Go get your bone, Pacs,” you said, snapping your fingers and pointing to the direction of his toys. He gave your boyfriend’s face one last lick before clambering off and going to get the rubber bone Sam had given him which had since become his favourite toy.
You helped Sam to his feet, taking a moment to watch Pacman chew on the bone, the toy squeaking with every bite.
“Did I ever thank you for that?” you smiled sweetly but your voice was dripping with sarcasm. Sam gave you a big grin in response that made you want to smack it off his face. “Anyways, dinner is almost ready...”
Upon hearing the magic word ‘dinner’ Pacman abandoned his chew toy to sit at the kitchen table like he belonged there. He was so big; he could easily pass for a guest.
“No, Pacs... go to your bowl. Go on.” You tried to coax him away from the table but he was adamant about joining you. Apparently people food was more appealing than his regular dog food.
“I’ll feed the beast, you finish dinner,” Sam offered, already going to get Pacman his evening meal.
“You want your din-dins? Yeah?” he said in the same way you would. Pacman got up and followed Sam to his bowl. You couldn’t help but smile, thinking it was cute the way he was picking up on how you spoke with your canine best friend.
...
After dinner, you told Sam to go make himself comfortable and put a movie on while you cleaned up. This proved to be a challenge as Pacman had already beaten him to the couch.
“Pacman, go to your bed,” he tried the same point and snap technique but it was of new use. Pacman gave an indignant whine and looked up at him with his big brown eyes. He was not moving from his comfy spot.
“Ugh. Fine,” he grumbled, sitting on the floor next to him. Pacman licked his cheek. “I love you too, you big drool machine...”
“Are my boys getting along?” you grinned, seeing your boyfriend with his arm around the dog. Pacman jumped off the couch and trotted over to you for a pat. You managed to convince him to go to his bed with his favourite toy. By the time you came back, Sam had now claimed the couch and set up a movie. You cuddled up to him and settled down, both of you trying to ignore the constant squeaking of Pacman chewing on his bone. When the movie was over, you took Pacman out for a walk for one last potty break for the night and went to bed.
In the middle of the night, a big storm hit. At first, the two of you were totally oblivious to the ongoing force of nature raging outside but when a huge clap of thunder hit, you were both awoken.
“Oh no... Brace yourself,” you warned, doing your best to get ready for what was coming.
“Huh? What...?” Sam had no time to ask as the terrified dog tore into the room, whimpering as he leapt onto the bed, practically crushing Sam for the second time that night. He groaned in pain as Pacman’s gigantic paws kneaded into his muscles.
“It’s okay, buddy. Who’s my man? Who’s my big boy,” you cooed, trying to soothe the frightened Newfoundland. “Sam, can he stay here for the night?”
“Stay here?”
“At the very least until the storm passes. He’s still just a scared baby...”
“Baby? You could put a saddle on him and use him to give rides to small children.”
“Please, Sam. Come on, look at him,” you begged. Sam sighed and could tell the storm had really shaken poor Pacman. His eyes were all wide with fear and he trembled.
“Okay. Just until the storm passes,” he agreed. You smiled in thanks as you continued to calm the petrified dog. Sam joined in, stroking Pacman’s soft fur as you talked to him.
Eventually the storm did pass but by then, all three of you were peacefully asleep. When you woke up in the morning, Pacman was snuggled happily into Sam’s side with his muscular arm around the fluffy black mass. You couldn’t help but think that this was a perfect way to wake up after an almost perfect night in.
