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Nora Sakavic
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February 22 - February 26, 2025
“Hi,” he said again. “Can I touch you? Can I hold you? Is that okay?” He waited like he thought the beast might answer, then gently hooked his hands around him. “Oh, oh, oh,” he said as he lifted the dog from the cage, and he cradled Rex to his chest like a baby. The dog immediately draped his head on Jeremy’s shoulder and let out a world-weary huff. Jeremy closed his eyes at the sound of it and pressed a kiss to the dog’s shoulder blades. Thump-thump, went the tail, before Rex tucked it neatly against his legs. Jeremy swayed this way and that for a minute, looking more relaxed and at peace
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And id kiss him on the mouth immediately jeans better than me
“Do you want to hold him?” “No,” Jean said immediately. “Never.” “He doesn’t mean that,” Jeremy assured Rex,
“It is a stupid name. It is not as bad as the last, but it is still unforgivable. He is not a dinosaur.” “We can rename him,” Jeremy said, studying Jean’s face like the secret to the universe was just out of reach. “It might just take some work and time for him to get used to it, especially if he’s six. Here, hold him a sec.” “Put him down. He has four legs to stand on,” Jean said, but Jeremy had already closed the short space between them.
Theyre gonna be dogs dads bye
“He likes you,” Jeremy said, pleased. To Christian he said, “We want him.” “We do not,” Jean corrected him, but both men ignored him.
UGH IM SICK WITH FLUFF FUCKK
Did the creature have no survival instincts whatsoever? Something this small and fragile ought to have a bit more common sense.
The parallels are hurting me
He was so deliriously happy that Jean swallowed the rest of his complaints for later.
Name suggestions were quick to flood in, with the three reading them aloud as they arrived. They started off basic and harmless, such as Patches and Fido, before escalating to more ridiculous options like Monsieur Bowwow. The withering look Jean sent them for that had Cat nearly crying with laughter, and Jean valiantly tried to tune the rest of the madness out.
The soft beep of his phone made him worry he’d been looped into the cacophony, but it was Renee checking in. The Foxes’ practice had been rough, and they were still fighting hours later.
Foxes are being emo while jean is getting a dog with his bf and lesbian bsf... HES living the dream thank god
Neil was irritated to be sidelined, and the freshmen’s continued disrespect was adding fuel to the fire. The upperclassmen were taking bets on who’d swing first, Neil or someone named Jack. Jean knew it’d be Kevin.
Hothothothothot
Across from him Rex was dangling an inch off the floor, jaws locked on his shark, while Jeremy laughed himself sick. Jean took a picture of them and sent it with the message, “Grief has driven them to madness, but I do not think we can return it.” “He’s handsome,” Renee returned. Jean had a flat rejection half typed out when she added a cheeky, “The dog is also cute.” Jean stared down at her messages in disbelief, refusing to read into them but unable to interpret it any other way. He erased seven curt responses before settling on, “Tell Kevin to stay out of it.” Jean could almost hear her
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SO MUCH TO UNPACK HERE. BLOND GAY SOLIDARITY IS ALL ILL SAY
“I was curious, but it never felt appropriate to ask.” “There is nothing to ask,” Jean sent. “It is against the rules.” “Whose rules?” Renee asked. Stuart’s voice bit at his memory: “The dead kid?”
YOU WANT HIM
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch. Something something, snicker-snack. Callooh, callay!” He laughed and gave up with, “That’s all I’ve got, sorry.” The dog was staring wild-eyed up at him for the unprompted performance, so Jeremy tipped in to plant a kiss on his furry forehead. Jean lurched away from him so quickly he sent Jabberwocky sprawling, and it took Jeremy only a moment to realize what he’d done. He scooped up his frightened pup but kept his eyes on Jean’s blank face. “Sorry,” he said, tense with concern. “Sorry, that was—”
OH YM GODDDDD I HATE THEM..... JEAN IN FRONT OF THE HUZZZZ???
“More precisely: Jabberwocky Moreau.” He’d misheard her. “This thing is not a Moreau.” Jeremy managed a weak smile. “I’d rather not name him Knox or Wilshire.” “Alvarez,” Jean said, but Cat waved him off. “Dermott.” “You’ve been outvoted,” Cat said. “Embrace fatherhood.”
said, “If he is going to be a Moreau, he will have to learn French.” Jeremy gave a serious nod. “I accept these terms.”
“Whose rules?” Renee asked, and Neil’s voice answered a carefree, “The rules have changed.” Not for me, Jean warned himself, but for one moment, just this moment, he would let himself pretend.
