true love
Author: Nathalia
Rating: PG
Challenge:
Milk & Honey #11 - true love
Pomegranate #26 - snoring [Wes and Hobbie adjust to their relationship]
Extras / Toppings: gummy bunnies (120_minuten: things I didn’t miss about you)
Word Count: 448
Story: Misfits
Summary: Wes and Hobbie adjust to their relationship (and pets).
Notes: So, during the time between the Misfits’ dissolution and Wes and Hobbie getting back together, Wes finally gets all the pets he’s been dreaming about before but didn’t get.
“You smell of horse,” Hobbie muttered, eyes closed once Wes sat down on the edge of the bed with a heavy sigh and started to take off his boots. “And you’re up way too early.”
“It’s not my fault you were so loud that I couldn’t sleep, so I figured I’d go for an early morning ride. Has anyone ever told you that you snore?”
Hobbie rolled to his side. “Really? After all this time you’ve known me, you’re going to complain about me snoring?”
“I forgot you snored that bad. I think it traumatized me and I blocked all the memories I had of it.”
“I have a cold. I can’t breathe through my nose. And it’s your fault I have a cold to begin with because you dragged me to see your stupid horse in the middle of a fucking snowstorm, remember?”
“Wayne is not a stupid horse. And it wasn’t a snowstorm. It turned into one after we had gotten back home.”
“Your horse is stupid. It bit me.” He held out his hand where the bite marks had turned into a nasty bruise. “You know, that’s what I missed the very least about you, going outside during completely unreasonable temperatures and being around animals. I hate animals in case you’ve forgotten.”
“Well, I sure didn’t miss your stupid snoring. I wouldn’t have had to go check on Wayne this early in the morning if you hadn’t woken me up and then I wouldn’t, as you call it, stink.”
“You’re supposed to shower when you come back from Wayne’s, especially if he’s losing hair. It’ll end up all over the place while I’m forced to OD on Cetirizine.” He pointed to the nightstand. “There should be some in there. I need them if you want me to put up with your dumb dog. You know, I should never have let you bring any animals into my place.”
“Too bad for you ‘cause I’m getting you a cat for your birthday. Nobody is allergic to kittens. They are too cute to cause allergies,” Wes said wisely but still complied, fishing the Cetirizine and Hobbie’s morning medication out of the night stand’s drawer.
“No cats. I hate cats. Can’t you get me a turtle or something?” Hobbie asked sitting up.
“Turtles are boring. Plus, Normie might actually try to eat it. Why would you want a turtle anyway? They are boring.”
“That’s exactly why I want one. I can keep it in a cardboard box, feed it some lettuce, and don’t have to worry about hairs everywhere.” He didn’t want any pets but especially the thought of a cat scared him. He could deal with Wes’ weirdly named animals as long as no cats made it into the picture. “And then I might not snore because I’d be able to breathe through my nose.”
“Yeah, yeah, make it all look like it’s my fault.” Wes shook his head. “‘Cause it’s always been and why change that?”
Rating: PG
Challenge:
Milk & Honey #11 - true love
Pomegranate #26 - snoring [Wes and Hobbie adjust to their relationship]
Extras / Toppings: gummy bunnies (120_minuten: things I didn’t miss about you)
Word Count: 448
Story: Misfits
Summary: Wes and Hobbie adjust to their relationship (and pets).
Notes: So, during the time between the Misfits’ dissolution and Wes and Hobbie getting back together, Wes finally gets all the pets he’s been dreaming about before but didn’t get.
“You smell of horse,” Hobbie muttered, eyes closed once Wes sat down on the edge of the bed with a heavy sigh and started to take off his boots. “And you’re up way too early.”
“It’s not my fault you were so loud that I couldn’t sleep, so I figured I’d go for an early morning ride. Has anyone ever told you that you snore?”
Hobbie rolled to his side. “Really? After all this time you’ve known me, you’re going to complain about me snoring?”
“I forgot you snored that bad. I think it traumatized me and I blocked all the memories I had of it.”
“I have a cold. I can’t breathe through my nose. And it’s your fault I have a cold to begin with because you dragged me to see your stupid horse in the middle of a fucking snowstorm, remember?”
“Wayne is not a stupid horse. And it wasn’t a snowstorm. It turned into one after we had gotten back home.”
“Your horse is stupid. It bit me.” He held out his hand where the bite marks had turned into a nasty bruise. “You know, that’s what I missed the very least about you, going outside during completely unreasonable temperatures and being around animals. I hate animals in case you’ve forgotten.”
“Well, I sure didn’t miss your stupid snoring. I wouldn’t have had to go check on Wayne this early in the morning if you hadn’t woken me up and then I wouldn’t, as you call it, stink.”
“You’re supposed to shower when you come back from Wayne’s, especially if he’s losing hair. It’ll end up all over the place while I’m forced to OD on Cetirizine.” He pointed to the nightstand. “There should be some in there. I need them if you want me to put up with your dumb dog. You know, I should never have let you bring any animals into my place.”
“Too bad for you ‘cause I’m getting you a cat for your birthday. Nobody is allergic to kittens. They are too cute to cause allergies,” Wes said wisely but still complied, fishing the Cetirizine and Hobbie’s morning medication out of the night stand’s drawer.
“No cats. I hate cats. Can’t you get me a turtle or something?” Hobbie asked sitting up.
“Turtles are boring. Plus, Normie might actually try to eat it. Why would you want a turtle anyway? They are boring.”
“That’s exactly why I want one. I can keep it in a cardboard box, feed it some lettuce, and don’t have to worry about hairs everywhere.” He didn’t want any pets but especially the thought of a cat scared him. He could deal with Wes’ weirdly named animals as long as no cats made it into the picture. “And then I might not snore because I’d be able to breathe through my nose.”
“Yeah, yeah, make it all look like it’s my fault.” Wes shook his head. “‘Cause it’s always been and why change that?”