#he's a rescue pup so that's why he bites sometimes

[citrine-elephant]

vendetta leon looking at chris with those big ol' puppydog eyes, shakin his hips as chris scowls

no leon, you DON'T deserve a treat. you pissed on the carpet while black out drunk.

[drawotion]

This is Remu, our sweet pup who was put to sleep today, 8th of April 2024... The procedure went smoothly, he almost got to the age of full 11 years. This summer it would have been his 11th birthday.

In memory of him, let me tell you about how our little rascal was like. This is going to be a long post so buckle up. I'll put more pics in at the end.

He was a rescue dog, he came to me and my mom through my oldest big brother around year 2018. He was around 5 years old back then and he was born during summer, what I heard from my brother is that the pup was super skinny when he first got Remu.

Remu was an absolute lap dog, he loved being on our laps and in our holds. Loved sleeping next to us. ((He was like little heater! Very warm hahahh)) Sometimes when we would do stuff around the house he had to be with us on the thing!

For example if I was sitting on the floor and moving plants to new pots or I was cleaning my pet bugs little habitats, it was guaranteed he would be on my lap. And he would always be listening what we're doing.

Oh he was one stubborn and clever fella, there is a reason why I call him a rascal! Of course in the most loving way possible. He was like a big dog in small dog's body. His barks were LOUD.

He wasn't that trusting at first and god forbid if you touched his paws and tried to bath him, or even reached out to him in certain way! Face was off limits. So it was heartwarming how over time he came to trust me. So much so I could do almost anything with him, it got to the point where he let me even rub my finger between his eyes and wipe his cute little snoot if there was something.

Oh any visitor would still get bunch of barks and growls! Never biting tho, but he would let you know that hey, this is his turf! His home! Would even start barking even if he heard my younger old brother through phone. (He still got onto brother's lap and all, pfft) It was kind of silly to see how little mohawk would rise on his back.

Like a true summer dog, he loved basking under the warm & hot sun. I think his belly even got tanned because of this. (Oh Remu, you silly.)

And goodness did he love to run when able to during our walks.

Gosh, let me tell you, whenever he would greet another dog his ears got so high up it looked like he had bunny ears! Adorable.

And his adorable little hop running when inside... It's a shame I never got it on video, but it was silly fun and cute thing he did.

Oh he would do this thing though where he would whine and paw at bed/floor as if he wouldn't be able to get off our beds! (mattresses on the floor btw.) He was fully capable of getting off and all, he just decided to turn dramatic if we were observing him.

Another dramatic thing he did was flip over a bowl when asking for food. Even start rolling up the blanket on his own bed and oh, so vocal. He was a vocal pup.

He never seemed that interested in toys, only playing with them when we prompted him and played with him with them. Eventually his favorite type of play would turn out to be chasing hand under the blanket and and also digging at our blankets while I scratch his head.

Hahh, he sometimes would playfully try to get at our feet, mostly during feeding time. Such a silly pupper.

All in all, he was a lovable silly rascal and one heck of a cuddly dog.

I'll forever miss him, and I am happy he was in our lives, even if I was hesitant to take him in at first. I am so thankful I was able to be there with him and for him on his last moments, when I wasn't able to for our previous pet so many years ago.

Now... May you run a lot, buddy. Run lots and lots… To your heart's content. Get all the treats you so love, till your belly is full.

I love you, Remu.

[yourwinchesterbros]

➰ Mood board of Tig and Beth’s first encounter with eachother ➰ @witchthewriter

A head cannon which ended up to be more of a drabble.. I let this one get away from me a little bit, oops! Got caught up in that Tiggy love!

You pull up to the animal rescue on your Harley. You chose to ride today purposely for insurance; you were not bringing a dog home today, just looking to see if some pup in there, needed a home for the future.

Upon entering the building, you’re escorted to the kennels. You’re left there to interact with those available. Luckily there weren’t many dogs here, only a few searching for a home.

It brought you comfort knowing Charming had somewhat a good reputation for animal care, as most of these pups were little guys that had escaped from their backyards. Surely their owners would find them resting here.

You hear a roar approaching, sounds like a shitty car. You peer out the window to see a charcoal van pull up.

Hmm, drop off?

To your surprise , you see a tall man possessing wild straggly hair, with dark shades on get out of the vehicle. He’s kinda cute.

You trace his figure and audibly gasp. He’s wearing a kutte, Sons of Anarchy

He slides the van door open, to which he pulls out an absolute unit of a dog. A Rottweiler.

Is this thug is leaving his dog here?

Wouldn’t be surprising as he is a criminal. You quickly look away , not wanting to draw attention to yourself. You know very well what the sons are capable of, they’re not known for being the good guys.

“ I just picked her up from the vet , she’s in good shape now..” his voice drifted through the facility as he spoke with the man up front.

“No seriously man, I need to make sure she finds a good home, you gotta call me if anyone wants her…”

You strain your ears as his words suddenly pique your interest.

You jump as the door swings open to the back, where you stand.

There he is, striding in, with her on the leash.

“Oh sorry doll, didn’t mean to scare yah, she’s really friendly”

“Oh, I wasn’t scared of her” you respond quickly, analyzing his kutte once more.

His face shifts, a smirk growing across his face.

“Hey, I don’t bite either sweetheart… well maybe sometimes I do” he chuckles.

You roll your eyes, trying your best to suppress your own grin.

“She is a beautiful girl, can I say hi?”

He takes his shades off and clasps it to his kutte. His pericing blue eyes nearly rock you.

“Absolutely, come say hi, she needs more exposure to friendly people, poor girl was almost killed”

Your jaw drops as you approach the rottie, kneeling to your knees, the dog instantly takes to you, rubbing her face in your hands.

“What do you mean!?” You think the worst, did the sons use her for protection?

You baby talk her as he explains.

“I found her in the backyard of a dog fighting ring, she was left in the dumpster” his voice is deep, gruff, clearly holding back anger.

“What the fuck? Why were you at a fight ring?” You question him, your brows furrowing.

“I mean I could tell yah… but-”

“Then you’d have to kill me, alright I get it. I was born at night, but not last night”.

He cackles at your witty remark.

“So I scooped her up, took her straight to the vet and she’s been there for the past week but this babygirl is all ready for a new home”

Before you can filter yourself, the words come out

“Why wouldn’t you just keep her? I mean you saved her”.

“Doll, trust me. If I could, I would. I already have a pittbull at the clubhouse that I saved a few months ago, my brothers would kill me if I brought another. But don’t worry, I’m making sure she goes in good hands”.

He turns to stare at the owner, brows raised. You hadn’t even realized he was standing there.

“Don’t worry Tig, I’ll make sure” he holds his hands up in surrender.

“Your damn right” he points a finger at him.

You’re in disbelief, gazing down at this beautiful dog who’s spent her young years fighting for her life over blood money.

You shake your head, trying not to let any tears slip.

“Bastards” you whisper.

“Yeah, they are but I make my annual visits there now. Population is less and less each time I go”

“Less dogs?” You look up at him.

“Oh no sweetheart, less men” he smiles down at you “I usually end up bringing a couple of them into the woods” he says ever so casually, his eyes dark.

Through your sudden shudder, you suck on your teeth.

“Alright, maybe you’re not so bad after all” you murmur. You don’t necessarily agree with murder, however you have a deep hate for animal cruelty. It’s good enough a reason in your opinion.

He gazes at you.

“Thanks doll, I don’t hear that often, it’s nice”.

You two share a moment, analyzing each other. His eyes, his dark facial hair, the many scars that have been embedded into his tough skin.

You look down at the Rottweiler, who stares up at you with big loving eyes.

“What’s her name?”

He sighs. “She doesn’t have one.”

You look over at the owner. “Well don’t just stand there, get me the paperwork. I’m taking this baby home” you say sternly.

You look back at Tig. He mouth slightly parted.

“Of course if that’s alright with you… Tig”

He looks at you with utmost appreciation.

“Hell yeah it is” he beams back at you before looking at the owner once again.

“Well get moving man! She doesn’t have all day” he demands, startling him to quickly rush to the front.

“Alright girl, you’re coming home with me” you say to the four legged baby before you.

Tig kneels down, giving her one more kiss and face squeeze before passing the leash over to you. He stands back up, staring down at her, resting his hands on his hips, his lip tight.

You chew the inside of your cheeks, wondering if you’ll regret saying this “Hey.. if you wanna visit her sometime.. I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed” you drawl out.

His gaze snaps up to you “Really? You have no idea how much I’d love that. I’d even bring Mister, my rescue over with me, to play with her”

“Alright then, it’s a date” you smile at him, feeling panic suddenly rise, you quickly rephrase yourself “uhm a puppy play date” you chuckle nervously.

Am I making a move on an outlaw right now?

“Nah, it’s a date” he winks at you.

You look down, trying to conceal the sudden flush in your cheeks.

“Oh shit” you realize that you brought your bike, not exactly a good travel method for a big dog.

“What?“ he furrows his brows “Ah shit, I’m sorry, that was totally creepy of me to say, I mean, I just met you” He presses his palm to his eyebrow.

You laugh “No no, I mean I rode here today, my car is at home”. You smile at him trying to suppress your giggles.

“Oh… OH.. okay I see.. wait hold up, that’s your bike?” He points his thumb over his shoulder, eyes wide.

“Yeah it is” you grin. You can’t deny, it is a sexy ride.

“Well shit, who’s the outlaw now” he chuckles.

In agreement, Tig followed behind you, in the van with the dog in the passenger seat, until you both reached your house.

You kill your engine and swing off the bike removing your helmet as Tig slides the van door open, letting out your newest family member.

He passes you her leash, and she sits right at your side.

“Alright doll, I guess this is it. I never got your name?”

“It’s Beth” you reach out to shake his hand. He ignores it, and pulls you in for a hug.

“Thanks for taking her, it really means a lot” he says gruffly.

“It’s truly my pleasure, now go take care of more those bad guys… Baloo and I will be here, when you’re ready for our date”

He smiles at you before looking down, trying his best to conceal his sudden flurry of butterflies.

“Baloo is it?”

You nod, gazing down at the sweet beast below you. You briefly watch her absorb the nature around. Probably her first time feeling at peace.

“Yeah she’ll take good care of you” he whispers. With a swift move of his hand running through his hair, he turns to the van before looking back at you two.

“Does tomorrow work?” He asks, sliding his shades back on.

“Yeah, it sure does” you nod, with a grin.

He stares at you a moment longer, before shaking his head, his smile still there.

“Darling, you’re different. You’re just my kind of girl”

He fires up the Chevy and pulls out of your driveway before you can say anything else.

And Just like that, your life changed.

One visit to the pound and you come back home, with a rottweiler and a outlaw.

[ribbononline]

team hcs lets go! lets go!

maxie;

Numel/Camerupt (Sandstone) ; Caught when having temporarily ran away from home as a child, the pokemon he's had the longest. She's very chill and just vibing most of the time- she loves to cuddle and she’s well behaved, Due to having been with Maxie all his childhood, she’s seen a lot of the… less then pleasant stuff, and will still fly into a panic if she ever sees anyone attempting to harm him physically. She’s very protective.

Poochyena/Mightyena (Granite) ; His parents owned a Houndoom and a Mightyena, who had two Poochyena pups together. When Maxie ran off in highschool he took them both with him. Granite's very lively, and out of the whole team has the most trouble fighting against Archie's team. She just doesn't get what happened between them. She listens well however, she just…. doesn’t get why she can’t hang out with her sister anymore.

Poochyena/Mightyena (Obsidian) ; The other Poochyena pup Maxie took from home, though she ended up as a part of Archie's team somewhere in highschool.

Zubat/Golbat/Crobat (Mercury) ; Obtained in Rocket, one of the Pokémon issued to almost all members. Mercury was a recent catch of the team, so while he was a little freaked out and untrusting, Maxie ended up winning him over fairly easily with some treats. He loves to sit on Maxie's head and/or wrap his wings around him. It doesn't make seeing easier but Maxie has never managed to get him to stop.

Weezing (Chalcantite) ; Obtained in college, from an old teacher Maxie got along with well enough. She was retiring, and wanted her Pokémon to be able to travel a while longer. So, Maxie took the Weezing over! Originally he'd never gotten a nickname- and even though Maxie technically gave him one, it's kind of a 50/50 chance if he remembers that thats his name and responds to it. His original owner died somewhere in the Rocket years. Chalcantite is fairly slow, but very enthusiastic. He's doing his best. Post-ORAS Maxie let's him retire to a Pokémon daycare since he's already getting old- but he still gets very excited whenever Maxie visits. He's living out his last days being spoiled by the employees of the daycare.

Gligar (Novaculite) ; Obtained post-ORAS. Once Maxie and Archie moved in together, they kept finding items around the house missing, and someone kept going trough their trash nightly. Eventually Maxie (literally) caught the culprit. He originally meant to release it, but Archie convinced him to try training it- Gligars don't normally live in Hoenn, so it probably got here by accident somehow and didn't know how to adapt to the environment, leading to the thefts. Training it would help it! Also it's a ground type come on Maxie you know you want another cute ground type let it join, It worked. A spoiled little thing that loves to constantly be held and cuddled and will demand attention if it's not given. Novaculite- or Nova, as literally everyone including Maxie as this point calls him- rarely joins battles, it doesn’t really enjoy them- but it likes to just hang around and watch, eating whatever treats it can get.

Trapinch/Vibrava/Flygon (Mica) ; Obtained post-ORAS, about a year after Nova. Originally found as a trapinch when Maxie was trying to research in the desert of route 111, apparently in the area this Trapinch called his territory. After days of fighting with the thing, eventually it just... didn't show up one day when Maxie got into the space it normally protected. Kind of curious (and slightly concerned) Maxie ended up looking around for it, finding it stuck under some collapsed desert ruin fragments it couldn't get out from again. Taking pity on the Trapinch he helped it out, and after that it started following him around. After a week or two when research was done, Maxie ended up taking it home, and that was that. Very brash and competitive, Mica loves to fight- and also loves to be praised afterwards for it. Having only recently evolved into it's final form, it's still not used to it's larger body and keeps accidentally breaking furniture.

Volcarona (Tephra) ; Obtained post-ORAS, the most recent addition to the team. Caught when on a vacation in Unova with Archie- Maxie kind of fell in love with the look of the Pokémon, and decided to take her home. Archie nearly got a heart attack when he saw Maxie with it. Tephra is very regal, very large, and (like most of Maxie's pokemon) very spoiled and pampered. She does not tolerate a no for an answer- though she never causes a fuss. If she disagrees with you she will just burn her path to whatever she wanted- very calmly, and very regally. She only listens to Maxie.

She's the one Pokémon on Maxie's team Archie can not figure out how to win over. She just... hovers there. Will she burn you? Will she just let you pass? You won't know until you walk past her. For your sake, have some treats on hand to bribe her.

archie;

Carvanha/Sharpedo (Dusk) ; Caught as a child with the help of his mom and one of his older siblings. They found it without the rest of it's school, and Archie was adamant he wanted it as his Pokémon, so they helped him catch it. Stubborn and kind of aggressive, it took forever to tame him- As a child Archie was just constantly covered in bites from it. He never gave up or was even discouraged though- this was his Pokémon!! He loved it!! Over time the Pokémon finally started feeling safe around him, and they got closer until it evolved. As a Sharpedo he honestly mellowed out a lot. It's very easygoing, and great with kids. It loves to be pet and cuddled- which Archie always indulges, despite the fact that Dusk very much has the rough skin ability.

Grimer/Muk (Pizza) ; Found as a child in a nearby trash dump- the Grimer was actually sitting in an empty pizza box. Being like 10 and thinking he was so smart it thus got named Pizza. Pizza's also pretty chill, and loves to eat and sleep. That said, when it is awake, it's very good at sneaking up on people. Maxie doesn't get how a literal goop of toxic waste can do that but Pizza is a toxic waste goop of many talents.

Poochyena/Mightyena (Granite) ; Obtained from Maxie in high school. Like her sister, she's very energetic and lively. Granite loves to run, and is pretty much always doing something. She listens very well though, and she’s mostly just a good girl. She’s a bit smaller then her sister. Much like her sister, she has the hardest time fighting Maxie's team in battle. She just doesn't get why they must fight <:[

Zubat/Golbat/Crobat (Fangs) ; Obtained in Rocket, one of the Pokémon issued to almost all members. The zubat had been caught a while ago, and had been passed from grunt to grunt- with some... not great owners inbetween. When Archie got him, the thing was incredibly skittish and aggressive with massive trust issues for humans. It took Archie forever to even get it to stop trying to bite him whenever it was out of it's pokeball, but he never gave up on the tiny Pokémon. Eventually managing to win it's trust, Fangs still has a lot of trust issues towards other humans. It tolerates Maxie, Shelly and Matt, but prefers not to be touched by anyone but Archie. Still, it loves him very much- and it's loved a lot in return. Fangs has the best life he can now, Archie always does his best to make him feel comfortable no matter the situation they're in. He also turned out to be a very strong fighter, despite being fairly weak (mainly due to mistreatment) as a zubat.

Mantyke/Mantine (Tidal) ; Caught just before somewhere in Rocket years. He met her on one of his walks along the beach- thinking over his life’s mistakes-with one of her fin being caught up in net. After helping her out she turned out very playful and he definitely could use something nice- besides, because of her injury she seemed to have lost her school and needed the company. So he ended up catching her! Once she evolved (somewhere in Aqua) she got trained to help rescue people- mainly in case a grunt ever got stuck in a rip current or something. As such , while still playful, she knows to be careful gentle and caring when it comes down to it! She's a good girl. While Maxie knew of her in Rocket he never saw her much, and she had the hardest time warming up to him after the teams reunited again. She doesn’t battle often. Archie takes her along sometimes when battling for fun or if he truly thinks he needs her- but usually he lets her do her thing. As such, she was not present in the deep sea cavern fight.

Castform (Missy) ; Obtained post-ORAS. A little pest who wants to get her way. The reunited team tried catching her to help study and watch out for lingering weather effects Kyogre and Groudon might've caused, but failed each time. Instead she got very good at ruining the equipment near the base or that was brought out on field missions. Eventually Archie literally made a deal with her to Stop Doing That in exchange for pokepuffs. It worked! She stuck around, and became a part of the team. She's no good at fighting and never battles, but she's very good at demanding attention. Plus, she ended up helping the team out with the research on lingering weather effects after all, so she deserves some extra treats for her hard work, she thinks. Archie has no idea how to deal with her, but she’s happy and helping out, so… he supposes he can deal with it.

Archie also has a bunch of Pokémon that are by no means actually his- they’re wild Pokémon that he’s helped along the way, and remember and recognise him. A lot will hang out with him, some follow him around, and a select few will happily temporarily join his team if he asks. The most notable ones are;

A Quagsire named Mr. Goop. She was found sickly from having been caught in an oil spill. After having been rescued and cared for by Aqua, she was mistaken for male for the longest time due to her large backfin. Once Archie found out she just had a larger fin then normal for females of the species but what still very much a girl, she’d already gotten used to the name of Mr. Goop, so Mr. Goop she stayed.

A Sealeo named Tundra. Found as a spheal without a group and living in waters to warm for it, Archie helped it migrate to a better environment. However, the thing never seemed to want to join another spheal pack, and as such just ended up traveling around with Archie for a long time. It was always however very interested in battling, and evolved soon enough- ending up strong enough to survive on it’s own fine. Tundra joins Archie’s team most often whenever he needs an extra fighter- Tundra loves the battles, and it loves the treats. Still, it appreciates being able to return to the wild seas again in the end.

A Lanturn named Siren. Found with her lightstem damaged, Aqua helped repair parts of it with prosthetics. Once she could hunt on her own again, she was released back to the seas, but still visits the base every few months and hangs around there for a couple of weeks.

[scriveyner]

gifts & curses: 4

gifts & curses: 4/30 wc: 1375 rated: M

He found Masayoshi sitting outside the bedroom, his back to the closed door and nursing a nasty bite on his forearm. “Jeez,” Gotou said, sitting down beside Masayoshi as Masayoshi wrapped his shirt around the wound. “Which one did it?”

“I can’t tell them apart yet,” Masayoshi said lightly, clearly in a bit of pain. “It’s a good thing I’m already a werewolf, I guess, that would be an unwelcome wake-up call, otherwise.”

“Born wolves can’t turn people,” Gotou reminded him, and Masayoshi looked over at Gotou, surprised. “I read it,” he clarified. “In Kaze’s notebook. They’re not cursed, so they don’t have the ability to turn others.”

“Ah.” Masayoshi thunked his head back against the door—if Gotou listened hard he could hear the scrabble of claws across floorboards, and a soft growl from within. “Why won’t they trust me, Hidenori? I just want to help them.”

It had been two very long weeks already, and they’d still never seen the kids in human form. They stayed in the room, out of sight, two half-grown wolves huddled under a bed, growling like they were injured. There was evidence that that they had been human—Gotou clearly heard a toilet flush the other day—but any time either of them approached the pups, they got attacked.

Masayoshi laid his head on Gotou’s shoulder, and Gotou put his arm around Masayoshi. “They’re traumatized, ‘yoshi. Kennichi said that the place they were rescued from was a real shithole.” Plus, they were probably scared that someone would come after them and they’d be taken back, but Gotou wasn’t about to add that to the pile of things Masayoshi was currently stressed over.

“It’s lucky that their captors are already dead,” Masayoshi said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Because if they weren’t I would rip them to pieces myself.”

Gotou’s heart jumped in his throat. He wondered, occasionally, if Masayoshi noticed the way he oh-so-casually talked about killing people sometimes—something he never would have dreamed of doing Before, before Gotou bit him and infected him with this moon-tied curse. “You wouldn’t kill them,” he said softly, fingers rubbing firmly into Masayoshi’s back, and was quietly troubled when Masayoshi didn’t respond.

#

“Why’d you have to pick the first fucking train of the day to leave on?” Gotou said, travel mug of coffee in his hand as he stood on the platform with Masayoshi. “We could have, dunno, enjoyed our morning more.”

“Talk to Ishihara-san, she was the one who planned to put me on the train just after moon-set.” For it being only a little before five a.m. they were both bright-eyed and bushy-tailed; although Masayoshi’s hair was still damp from their shared clean-up shower, fluffing out slightly in the morning humidity. “You’ll text me every day?”

“Like you even have to ask,” Gotou snorted.

They were the only two people on the platform at this time of the morning—there were quite a few commuters who passed through this station, but they tended to crowd the later trains. It let Gotou feel safer holding Masayoshi’s hand and leaning into him as they waited; the entire village knew that their head police officer was married to a man, of course, but Gotou wasn’t the biggest fan of public displays.

Keiko and Masanori hadn’t come home the previous night—or yet this morning, even—but that wasn’t entirely uncommon. They’d one it before, stashing their school uniforms and turning up to school on time wearing the same clothes as yesterday. They had likely forgotten that Masayoshi was leaving in the morning and that they were going to be stuck with Gotou, the disciplinarian, for an entire week. (And a half.)

“Are you staying in one place for the press tour?” Gotou asked. “I might come to visit you during the weekend. The kids’ll be fine, I’ll leave food in the fridge—”

“And then have me show up for an interview late, with sex hair and hickeys that the makeup artists are going to discuss for a week?” Masayoshi laughed. “Don’t leave them alone, they’ll get up to shit in your absence. Probably burn down the police box, and then where will we all be?”

“They get up to shit with both of us here, what makes my absence the vital piece in this equation?”

Masayoshi said, quietly, “they’re good kids, Hidenori. They just miss their parents.”

“And Koji will find them…or find out what happened to them. These things just take time, especially in a community as small and scattered as ours.” Gotou nodded to a pair of younger men in suits and ties carrying briefcases—salarymen who commuted long hours every day. They acknowledge his presence equally with a nod and moved a respectable amount of distance down the platform, far enough away that they still had their privacy.

The train was coming, they could hear it. Masayoshi leaned firmly into his shoulder for a moment, and Gotou caught his weight, turned him, and kissed him, hand on the back of his neck. “I’ll be taping all your interviews,” he said, and Masayoshi snorted and smiled at him, before he kissed him a second time, a quick peck as the train doors opened.

Then he boarded, and Gotou stood there and watched the train depart, coffee in his hands and feeling cold and empty, despite the heat of the summer morning.

A week and a half.

Gotou went home.

#

“Headquarters called twice,” Ueno said as Gotou walked through the door of the police box. He glanced up at the wall clock—wasn’t even seven yet, he wasn’t late.

“What’s going on that they’d call this early?” he asked, setting his coffee on his desk and frowning at the small stack of paperwork he’d left himself, because he knew the mood he’d be in would require distraction. “Something major burn down?”

“Apparently, they’ve finally reviewed and approved your outstanding requests for additional staff,” Ueno said, clearly excited at the chance of having a better shift rotation. “Sakaguchi-san said they would be sending two additional officers soon, with more on the way later.”

Gotou exhaled as he sat down. It was one thing to be the head officer of a small village’s police box, and with only two other officers they worked more as partners than a subordinate-superior relationship. The dynamic of everything around the police box was getting ready to change, and he wasn’t certain he was ready for it. “Did headquarters give an exact timeframe? Or just, ‘soon?’”

“Well,” Ueno said, sitting back in his chair. “Pretty sure they meant today. Guess that means I’m on shift until this afternoon, so we can get everyone settled in for a new rotation.”

“You’ve been here for fourteen hours already,” Gotou said, and pointed to the door. “Shoo. Go get some sleep. If we’re getting more sets of hands around here, you’ll have plenty of time to meet them and throw your weight around.”

Ueno sighed dramatically and stood. “Understood, senpai.” He hesitated. “If one’s a hot chick…”

“They don’t usually assign unmarried women to police boxes outside the city,” Gotou said. “And I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that and chalk it up to your current level of sleep deprivation.”

Ueno gave a small, awkward laugh, saluted and vanished toward the changing room in the back. Gotou watched the door close behind him and sighed, before glancing at the clock again. It would be nice to have the box well-staffed—and more officers meant he could take a little more time off to help Masayoshi attempt to keep a leash on their two about-to-be-teenage-terrors.

Things were finally starting to settle into place. Gotou picked up his desk phone and got to work.

#

Gotou had his cell phone face down on the desk, so he missed the alert when it flashed onto his screen and swiped past it when he did finally glance at his phone. If he’d been paying more attention (and was not distracted by Otsuka-san’s complaints about her new neighbor), he would have seen that it was a notification from the card he was tracking.

The purchase alert came from the next town over—at the train station, where two tickets were purchased.

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[betawithablog]

I'm writing a story where an omega left his pups and alpha. Can you make some head canons about what would happen to the pups and omega?

ooh this sounds interesting!! I can certainly try!!

So a lot’s gonna depend on why the Omega left in the first place!

Perhaps the Alpha is the asshole in the situation.

Perhaps the Omega left because it was an abusive relationship; the Omega got out as soon as he could but couldn’t save the pups. Maybe there was too much pressure and fear-mongering from the Alpha’s family/pack.

Maybe the Omega is planning on rescuing his pups from the abusive Alpha. Listen; hell hath no fury like an Omega who’s pups are in peril, so once the Omega frees himself of the relationship for long enough to clear his head and get support, that Alpha’s gonna be In For It.

If you’d like some extra angst with your order, I can imagine the Alpha deciding to give the pups away as soon as the Omega left; as a kind of punishment for leaving, but also because some Alphas have the mentality that raising the pups isn’t their job, it’s the Omega’s.

Once he get his pups back that Omega will be the most ferociously protective papa... not letting them out of his sight, not letting any strangers near them, being cautious even of friends if they’re not in the pack... I’ll bet he’d go into overdrive scenting those pups and everything surrounding them; all their blankets, all their clothes, right down to every last teeny tiny sock.

If you don’t mind considering a situation that’s a bit darker; maybe the Omega doesn’t want the pups back at all because the Alpha forced themselves and the pups on him.

In this situation, I can imagine the pups not imprinting onto the Omega because he’s rejecting them. They were a reminder of the abuse he was going through, and the thought of raising them when every time he looks at them he remembers what happened just makes him feel sick.

Obviously the Omega is going to be dealing with so much guilt and self-loathing and depression because of this. The Omega might not ever feel like they can have pups again afterwards because it’ll be a reminder of what happened last time they had pups.

Or perhaps the Omega is the asshole in the situation.

Perhaps when they were having relationship problems or struggling with parenting he just decided he didn’t want to bother with the responsibility anymore and up and left, abandoning the Alpha and pups without much warning, leaving the Alpha reeling.

The poor Alpha in this situation... I can imagine an Alpha being too proud to ask the Omega to pay for childcare payments (pupcare payments, if you will), because they might see it as their duty as an Alpha to be able to provide everything the pups need all by themselves.

Society doesn’t take particularly kindly to Alpha single parents, so the poor thing would probably have to deal with a ton of snide remarks and judgemental looks from others. And perhaps the Alpha powers through and fiercely ignores them and tries to be the best damn parent they can for their pups, but perhaps it still all gets to them sometimes.

There are days when the ruminating thoughts of I’m an awful parent, my pups deserve better, if I had been better maybe my Omega wouldn’t have left me just come pouring in by the bucket load. Hoo boyy will that Alpha have abandonment issues up the caboose.

I imagine the pup’s naturally soothing Baby Pup Smell™ (I’ve never smelled a baby’s head before myself but I’ve heard they smell good so I imagine it’s like that) is gonna help their Alpha a lot; I’m picturing lots of late-night snuggling, whispered promises like mantras “I’m not leaving you, I won’t ever leave you, I’ll always be here for you, I’m not going anywhere”

(Particularly after some jerk suggests they give the pups up for adoption because “an Alpha can never raise pups on their own, everyone knows that! you’re kidding yourself if you think you can!”)

Or perhaps no one’s really an asshole after all.

Perhaps the Omega left because his mental health was just in a really bad place. Perhaps his postnatal depression started making him believe that he was a failure of a parent and his Alpha deserved better than him, and so he ran away, leaving his Alpha and their friends trying to find him to bring him home and get him help.

Or maybe it was just because the relationship was failing and the couple agreed, for whatever reason, that the Alpha would be the best person for the pups to have as a primary carer.

The Omega still pays pupcare and visits every now and then, but the pups live with the Alpha. It all ended amicably and no one’s to blame; life just happens like that sometimes.

But this situation would suck for the Omega. Those who know or find out about him having pups and leaving them would start turning their noses up at him. Like, way more than they would if it were an Alpha or a Beta in the same situation. Omegas are believed (falsely, but it’s a societal stereotype) to have the strongest bond and connection with pups, especially their own; so abandoning your pups would make you some kind of monster.

So it would be difficult for an Omega to make and maintain friendships if the fact that he left his pups became public knowledge. Judgement from everyone. Romances? Even worse. Someone who’s been courting him for a little while and the Omega is really starting to like finds out and drops him instantly because “no one wants to be with someone who’d leave his own pups!”

Hell, if he’s trying to apply for a job and their potential future boss looks him up and finds out about the pups I can imagine he wouldn’t get the job for that reason; an Alpha or Beta not wanting to be a parent and leaving is perfectly fine, but an Omega? How irresponsible and selfish!

Basically, his entire life and livelihood will change for the worst.

To consider in any situation: Were the Omega and Alpha bite-bonded beforehand?

Because if they were, bondmates being separated is painful (whether the bond was forced or not). Like, not just emotionally. Being separated from your bondmate can have physical health consequences, such as: literal heartache, stomach aches because the body is anxious, increased fatigue, or increased energy to the point of insomnia.

Would your Omega be tempted to return to the Alpha for these reasons...? How would they try and remind themselves why this is such a bad idea...? Would they go so far as to consider (the very risky process of) surgically removing the bond...? Would they go so far as asking someone else to replace the claiming bite with their own so the symptoms stop...?

Did the pups imprint on the Omega (and vice-versa)?

Idk that much about how other people imagine imprinting working, but I see it as a bond formed between pups and their parental figures; kind of like an invisible, familial bonding bite. It’s often formed very soon after birth between the pup and their birth-parent, and then not long between the pup and the other parent(s).

So if the Omega and his pups did imprint on one another, the symptoms after the Omega leaves are going to be similar to the symptoms of your bondmate leaving you. There will be a lot of emotional turmoil and heartache and missing their presence and craving their scent.

If it was the Omega’s choice to leave he’s going to have to do a lot of fighting with himself and reminding himself why he left and that it’s just a phase and the pain won’t last forever.

If the Omega wants to get their pups back he’ll probably be clinging onto that pain like it’s a comfort blanket; it’s a reminder of what his pups are feeling right now too, and incentive, if he even needed any more, to rescue them.

If they’re a good parent and are keeping the pups, the Alpha is going to have to put up with a lot of crying from their pups because of the loss of an imprinted parent.

If you really want to spice up the story with extra angst, the abandonment and strain of losing the first parent they imprinted on could lead to health problems for the pup; the body shutting down, perhaps, because it believes it’s been abandoned and won’t be able to survive on it’s own.

Obviously I demand you end this situation happily (because I am weak and cannot handle a sad ending 😂😂) with either the Omega rescuing them and snuggling and scenting them back to health, or with the Alpha being the absolute best parent and any illnesses fading because the pup realises it’s not been abandoned and is safe and loved

Tried to cover plenty of bases here, hope there’s enough here to keep you inspired! 💕  Good luck and have fun with your story! ✍️

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Dog Bucket List: 45 Fun Things to Do With Your Dog to Make Him Happy

It’s not for nothing that our furry friends are often referred to as human’s best friend. They’re incredibly loyal, caring and earnest, and their love is unconditional like no other. Thus, it’s only fair we also treat our doggies like they’re our best friends; it’s a spot they’ve rightfully earned, after all. And that means there’s so much more we could be doing together with our dogs to make them (and you) happy beyond the basics. That’s why I have put together this fun bucket list of things to do with your dog, so that you and your furry best friend can get into some awesome dog-friendly activities together!

1. ✧ Stay at a Pet-Friendly Hotel

There are plenty of places where your pooch is welcome to stay, just do a simple search for pet-friendly accommodations. You will find hotels and log cabins, as well as a cottages and cute glamping tents. Pick one and have a memorable getaway with your pup.

2. ✧ Learn a New Trick

Depending on how long you’ve been training him, your pup likely already knows how to play fetch and roll over. Those are just the most basic of tricks that you could teach him though. There is also the army crawl, the salute, and the handstand which can leave other owners impressed once your doggy has mastered them.

3. ✧ Dress Up for Halloween

Halloween can be a fun holiday to enjoy together with your pup. The stores are bursting with simple costumes for dogs, like different kinds of cute headbands that’ll easily transform them into a dog-dragon or the like for the night. A quick search for dog costumes on Amazon will pop up a ton of different options as your dog’s costume, such as reindeer ridden by Santa, mail carrier, ghostbuster, dinosaurs, Maleficent, and the list goes on.

And naturally, it is a must to take a million photos of you and your pup in your Halloween outfits for the world to see.

4. ✧ Walk on the Beach

With the summer season well under way, there’s no excuse not to schedule a fun day out frolicking on the sand. There are plenty of dog-friendly beaches around the US that you could visit.

5. ✧ Have a Doggy Birthday Party

You should be able to lookup your pooch’s birthday on his pedigree. But, if your dog is a rescue or doesn’t have an exact birthdate, you can pick a date that’s convenient to you, so he can check off this activity on his dog bucket list. It would be wise to send out your invitations and make the cake early so you won’t end up going crazy over last-minute arrangements.

Don’t forget to buy a cute birthday hat and you can easily bake your own doggie cake with the Wheat-Free Peanut Butter Puppy Cake Mix.

6. ✧ Take Your Dog to Work With You

While not all workplaces allow it, for security, hygiene and other reasons, surprisingly many companies these days allow for their employees to bring their dog to work with them. And why not? A furry friend in the office makes the working day so much more fun and breezy!

Your dog will also enjoy the extra time spent with you, not to mention all the attention they’ll be getting throughout the day from your colleagues who won’t be able to keep their hands off from petting your doggy.

7. ✧ Ride in a Convertible

Just like you, your pup loves to feel the wind in his hair when cruising down the highways. The usual coupe or pickup is boring and confining though, so go on a drive in a convertible instead. Accessorize with cool sunglasses (like the QUMY dog goggles) as you bask in the sun and you will feel like celebrities who have all the time in the world.

8. ✧ Go Shopping Together at a Dog-friendly Store

Shopping no longer has to be an activity that you love to do but need to leave your furry bestie home for! Although certain stores, such as supermarkets, continue to be quite inaccessible to dogs, a wider range of stores accepting dogs, outside of pet shops, are beginning to arise all over. Just check online before you get going on your epic shopping trip!

9. ✧ Stand Up Paddle Board

If you haven’t already noticed, a stand-up paddle board just happens to fit more than one person, you can easily have room for a smaller sized dog. Honestly, teaching your pet to SUP may be one of the more challenging things to do on this list, but in the end it’ll be so much fun to paddle down a scenic river or on a smooth lake.

10. ✧ Do a Police Car Ride Along

Another one for extra special dog activities–for both you and the dog–is to go on a ride along in a police car. It can’t get much more exciting than that! It’s also totally safe to do, giving you a ton of first hand insight on what it’s actually like to be a police officer for a day.

11. ✧ Play Frisbee

If your dog already knows how to fetch a stick or a ball, it can be easy to advance a level with a Frisbee. Though Fido might have some difficulty with catching a flying disc at first, this is one thing to do with your dog that will require a little patience.

You can easily find a frisbee on Amazon, but the KONG Classic Flyer is one of the best-rated across the board.

12. ✧ Sleep on the Bed

Sleeping on the bed can be such a treat for your pooch, but don’t give into the temptation too much or they won’t sleep in their own dog bed! Some dogs will even chew up their beds so that they can spend more time on your bed—a very smart trick. Everybody knows that having your pooch lie in your bed with you is one of the best feelings in the world for you (and him), but once they start snoring, it might be time to kick them out of the bedroom!

13. ✧ Watch the Puppy Bowl

As tempting as it might be to switch the channel to watch your favorite American football teams going at each other, Super Bowl Sunday is the best time for you to binge-watch the Puppy Bowl with your pooch. Not only will you see puppies, but also other cute animal “tweeters” and “commentators”. You never know, you might find that squealing at fluffy furballs is a more enjoyable annual thing to do than screaming at sweaty athletes.

14. ✧ Have Breakfast in Bed

Is it your pup’s birthday? Or perhaps just a rainy and gloomy morning where you could both use a little pick me up? Having breakfast in bed together, all the while cuddling and maybe catching something comforting on the TV, sounds like a great way to treat yourself – and your pupper!

If you’re skilled with your hands and in the kitchen, try to whip up a breakfast that looks like you’re both having the same thing, but will be totally safe for your furry friend to eat. Some ideas for a dog friendly breakfast are cauliflower muffin bites, pancake puffs or these mini omelettes. Perhaps you’d like to enjoy the same treats for your breakfast – or at least the human version of them?

15. ✧ Take a Nap Together

Although a simple activity, apart from a good and long walk around the neighborhood, this is what you and your pup will love to do together the most! If possible, why not make it a regular thing even? It’s such an excellent way for both of you to recharge your batteries mid-day. So cuddle up and get to snoozing!

16. ✧ Visit a Nursing Home

There’s no denying the fact that playing with dogs can be therapeutic, especially to those who live in nursing homes. This is because friendly canines can encourage residents to leave the confines of their room and to recover faster from surgery or a stroke. Watching the older generation having fun with your pet is always worth the effort of driving to your nearest care home and it will be such a rewarding thing to do for everyone.

17. ✧ Eat a Gourmet Meal

I have eaten many incredible meals at memorable restaurants in my lifetime, but finding a restaurant that serves gourmet meals for dogs can be a challenge. Sometimes, it would be better off to prepare the food yourself, which should be fairly easy to do. There are several delicious dog friendly recipes on the web that can be easy to make, like peanut butter cookies, gourmet whole wheat dog biscuits and chicken jerky. 

18. ✧ Have a Steak Dinner

If breakfast in bed sounds like it could get messy or complicated really quick, you can’t go wrong with a steak dinner. And since your dog actually can eat the same dish as you this time around—though they may prefer it on the raw side—it’s an especially fun ‘date night’ between you and your best friend. Your doggie doesn’t need much more than a juicy hunk of meat to feel special and loved, and you’ll love to share a good steak with them, too.

19. ✧ Get a Doggy Massage

You’re not the only one who can benefit from a trip to the spa every once in a while; your canine friend can too! Many owners believe that a doggy massage can help to provide strengthened immunity, increased circulation, stress relief and improved digestion in their pets. You may not be able to get him a Thai massage, but definitely something more gentle will be available for your deserving best friend. So, schedule an appointment with your nearest animal massage parlor today to give your pup a well-deserved break after a hard day at the park of learn how to massage your dog yourself.

20. ✧ Get a ‘Pawicure” (AKA: Doggie Manicure)

Unlike us humans, our dogs probably don’t appreciate getting their nails cut as much as we do. But if you make an event of it, you might survive through it with less hassle. Google around for shops in your local area where you can go get a pawicure at, or follow these instructions to pamper and groom your pup from the comfort of your home. And while you’re at it, don’t forget to treat yourself to a mani-pedi as well!

21. ✧ Play Hide n’ Seek

Well, a dog friendly version of hide n’ seek, at least! Your pup may not understand the rules of the original hide and seek, but if you play it in a way that your dog can enjoy and easily follow the rules, you’ll both end up having a great time.

In the dog friendly version, instead of ordering your dog to go hide, or hiding yourself, you’ll hide his or hers favorite toy. Start with easy hiding spots and, as your pet gets the gist, you can increase the difficulty of where you hide the toy.

22. ✧ Play in the Leaves

Cleaning up your yard from the fallen leaves just got a whole lot more fun with the pup joining in on the game. You might not get a lot of actual work done, but you’ll get plenty of laughter out of it! And if you don’t have a yard, find a park or equivalent where there’ll be leaves to play around in.

23. ✧ Play Sock Tug-of-War

Got a pair of socks to spare? Tug-of-War is a fun game that you’ll be able to enjoy together, and you don’t even need to let your pup win! All you need are some socks that have seen their best days. You can play either with one simple sock, or you can use your socks to build a homemade version of a tug toy. If you don’t have some old socks, get him a squeaky sock monkey instead.

24. ✧ Be the Star in a Dog Calendar

Lots of organizations make calendars where owners can proudly display their pooches. The requirements for getting your pet in on the action can vary from place to place. Some clubs make it a contest to find suitable cover dogs while others are willing to print submissions. With companies like Shutterfly it’s also possible to create your own calendar with your favorite photos.

25. ✧ Swim in the Ocean

If Rover doesn’t already know how to swim, now is the best time for you to teach him. To make the training process easier and safer, make the necessary preparations such as providing clean water to drink, bringing a flotation vest, and establishing rest areas with a lot of shade. Start in a shallow part of the water then just coax him in farther with a toy or a treat. Using a positive tone of voice and giving lots of verbal praise can go a long way too. The Teaching Your Dog to Swim video with help you out!

26. ✧ Warm Up in Front of the Fire

This is an ultimate way for a human to cozy up on a cold evening, especially after a few hours spent outdoors getting your cheeks red in chilly weather. But you can count on your pooch to enjoy it every bit as much as you; the heat of the burning flames will warm him up, too, and it’s a great moment to spend together with you. Lay a towel, mat or a blanket on the floor, sit down and instruct your pup to come sit next to you, then wrap another blanket around the both of you, and enjoy some relaxing time together. 

27. ✧ Play in the Sprinklers

Owning a lawn can do more than just boost the curb appeal of your home. It also gives you plenty of opportunities to frolic with the furballs, particularly when you have a sprinkler system installed. Take note though that some doggies find it more interesting to chew, bite or dig your sprinklers so you might want to buy a few sprinkler toys,  like an inflatable shallow pool sprinkler or the crazy Tidal Storm Hydro spinning sprinkler that will have him entertained for hours!

28. ✧ Play With Your Favorite Toy Together

Every pup has a toy that they love and adore more than any other. It may be one that the doggy can enjoy playing with by herself, but it’s also one of the easiest things to do with your dog – and she’ll totally love having a buddy to pay with!

29. ✧ Have a Doggie Play Date

If you’ve noticed that your pup seems to want playmates of his own species, you can find him one by setting up play dates with other people’s pooches. This shouldn’t be a problem when you know a few pet owners in your area, but if you don’t you can search for one in dog parks or at doggy daycares. Should you decide to meet outside of those places, do it in neutral territory as you don’t want to end up having to break up any fights.

30. ✧ March in a Parade

Did you know that, especially around the holidays, there are dog parades arranged all around the country? How much fun does that sound like?! Your pup will get to don a costume and you’ll have a blast walking in the crowds, making new friends, both human and the four-legged kind. As parades are quite hectic, you may want to do some preparing and training with the pupper to get ready for the big day and have it go over smoothly and successfully.

31. ✧ Romp Around in the Snow

Although the winter time may feel cold and uncomfortable for going out for walks, there’s plenty of fun that can be had when there’s some snow on the ground. You’ll likely get to take the lead, but your pup will have the best time romping and jumping around in the snow with you, especially if you live in a region where you regularly get loads of it.

32. ✧ Hike a National Park

Generally, pets are permitted in National Parks (check each ones website to be sure!) but they typically have to be restrained on a leash not exceeding 6 feet in length. There are several reasons behind this NPS policy but the main point is to protect your dog along with park resources. To avoid any mishaps, remember to maintain proper trail etiquette including observing the rules for the right-of-way.

33. ✧ Have a Social Media Fanpage

You’ve probably heard of Boo the Pomeranian who has over 17 million fans on Facebook. Just like him, your pooch can become a social media superstar too! Start by taking lots of fun photos of your furry pal and post them on Twitter, Pinterest or Instagram. Or possibly even start a travel blog for your dog, but make sure you don’t make the beginning blogging mistakes I did! Take note to update the page on a regular basis and if there’s a high cuteness factor you should see the list of followers grow.

34. ✧ Take a Picture with Santa

A bit of a controversial opinion to some, but as a dog owner, at least one reading through this list, you definitely think of them as part of your family. Specifically, as one of the youngsters in the household. And therefore, getting a picture of the pup with Santa becomes a memory you’ll want to have and to keep!

35. ✧ Attend the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show

There is no better way to show off your amazing canine friend than by having him join this prestigious dog show. Apparently, cuteness alone won’t cut it in the big leagues though so you have to focus on improving other aspects such as cosmetic features and structure. This gives you all the more reason to drop by the animal spa every now and then, doesn’t it?

36. ✧ Try Something New Together

New ways to spend time together with our puppies keeps being thought of, so there will be plenty for you to choose from and try out to find the activities you and your dog will enjoy. Have you ever gone roller blading together? Or tried out dog yoga? Search Google a bit for some suggestions, possibly even list down all the best sounding ideas, and get started on trying out those new things to do with your dog!

37. ✧ Go on a Picnic

Some days you just want to relax rather than chase after Fido. The problem is that it’s highly unlikely that your pet will want to stay still for a long period of time. A picnic is the best way for you to meet in the middle. As he romps around in the grass, you can chow on some cake and roll on the blanket.

38. ✧ Dine on the Patio of a Dog Friendly Restaurant

When the weather gets great, you’ll want to meet with your friends for some great brunch or dinner on a gorgeous patio of one of your favorite restaurants. What about, if the restaurant is also a dog friendly spot, you took your pup with you the next time? It’ll be a fun experience and memory for both of you to have, and if it goes well you might want to even make it a regular thing, perhaps with just the two of you.  

39. ✧ Go Camping

Want to embark on a camping adventure in the wild but don’t want to leave Spot behind? No problem-just bring him along! That is, if he is trained well enough to handle the activity. If he barks a lot or tends to snatch food from other people, you will want to rethink your camping plans.

The How to Camp With Your Dog article will help to get you wilderness ready, and the check out these pet friendly campgrounds around the world.

40. ✧ Be an Extra in a Movie

Whether it’s just your pretty pup, or the both of you together, it’s surprisingly easy to find a spot for an extra in a movie (or a TV show). It’s also rather easy and simple thing to do, so there’s no need to worry about how to be an extra in a movie or that it’d be too much for the pup to handle. Instead, it could be quite fun and will serve as a unique opportunity and activity – and not just to you but to the doggy as well!

41. ✧ Go to a Dog Park

It can be a whole lot of fun to get your furry friend to socialize with other pets at a dog park. However, you need to have established a calm-assertive leadership over him by then. With this, along with remaining vigilant, you can rest assured that your dog will not become a fight magnet. For an extra addition to you dog park bucket list visit these 10 Amazing Dog Parks You Need to See in Your Lifetime.

42. ✧ Take a Boat Ride

Now that you’re done swimming in the ocean, you’ll want to drop by a lake too for a ride on a boat. But you have to realize that not all dogs may enjoy the experience. What you need to do is get him acclimated to the boat before the trip to minimize his distress about not having his feet planted on solid ground.

43. ✧ Take Obedience Classes

Even if your pup isn’t quite as bad as Marley from Marley & Me, no harm will come from taking some obedience classes. In fact, it may teach you things about your dog on a new level. And, additionally, it will also be of aid in committing to the other dog activities on this bucket list, with the pup as obedient and polished as can be.

44. ✧ Do Doga (Dog Yoga)

Now that you’ve ticked massages off the dog bucket list, you should also give doga a go. Though you may not be able to find a doggy yoga retreat and hot Bikram yoga is out of the question, doga is not limited to just doing a variety of poses together. It may also include eye-gazing to enhance the human-canine bond. Overall, it’s an experience that can help both of you to relax.

45. ✧ Eat a Doggy Ice Cream

OK, maybe you won’t want to switch to eating doggy ice cream yourself and instead stick to your regular flavors of Ben & Jerry’s. But thanks to the great creation of doggy ice cream, your beloved pup can now join in on enjoying the icy treat together with you. You can find sometimes find doggy ice cream at the freezer section of the supermarket, or you might want to try your own hand at making some?

These fun dog activities should definitely keep you busy and active with some of the best things to do with your dog. Try them out to see what makes him or her happiest, then you can keep repeating and rotating between the best ones! Most of all, have a blast going through this bucket list together with your best friend!

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Love Story / Green Eyes 5

Read all previous parts here!

Genre: Teacher Harry, soooooo much fluff, and lots of romance.

Warnings: Mention of blood and accidentally cutting oneself with a knife at the beginning.

Word Count: 7.8k words

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Browse the Inspo Tag here!

Music Inspo: Love Story by Taylor Swift (click to listen to this absolute throwback)

The rolling bubbling of the pot of water fills your ears as you rhythmically chop up the small head of broccoli into bite-size pieces later that night. They make a crunching noise underneath the heavy knife as the heat from the boiling pot spreads throughout the kitchen.

“Harry, the pasta water is ready!” you call to him, looking down at the last few pieces of broccoli you have left to cut up.

“Alright, ‘mma use tha loo quick first, and then ‘ll be there t’ help,” he answers and you reply with an ‘okay’, moving the cut-up pieces aside.  

*Warning: Mention of blood begins here* 

Humming along to the Pink Floyd song trickling from Harry’s record player in the living room, you glance over at the boiling water, hoping it won’t splash everywhere. Unfortunately, you had continued to cut up the broccoli to have with the pasta, and felt a hot sting on your finger. Turning around, you immediately drop the knife onto the counter and notice the blood oozing from the side of your finger in shock. 

“H-Harry!” you shout frantically, dashing over to the sink and turning on the tap. 

“Hold on, bird!” he calls back, the sound of the toilet flushing following his words. 

“Harry!” you almost yell, your breaths starting to quicken as the water whisks away the blood from your finger that burns from the invisible cut. 

“What ‘s it, are ya okay?” he responds gently yet hurriedly, his voice no longer muffled from the bathroom door in between the two of you.

“I-I cut myself with the knife,” you sigh, embarrassment beginning to coat your body as you watch the scarlet run down the sink. 

“‘ll be right there! I know ya don’t like blood, so jus’ breathe in and out, and don’ look if ya don’ want. Are ya runnin’ it unda cold water?” Harry says, urgency in his voice now as you hear the creaking of the floor under his footsteps. 

“Y-yeah, is that what you’re supposed to do?”

“Ya, tha cold helps t’ constrict yer blood vessels t’ help stop tha bleedin’,” he assures you, placing a hand at the small of your back when he arrives in the kitchen. “‘s okay, ‘m here. Yer doin’ a good job, does it hurt?”

“Mmmhmm,” you almost whine, leaning into him briefly when he pecks your cheek. 

“Good girl. ‘m gonna find a rag t’ help stop tha bleedin’, okay? Take some deep breaths, ‘s okay, birdy.”

“Okay,” you manage with a nod, glancing over to the cutting board and knife. “We should probably throw away the broccoli, I’m sorry.”

“We’ll worry ‘bout that afta we get yer finga cleaned up. There’s more broccoli in tha fridge, ‘m mo’ worried ‘bout yer finga. We can replace tha broccoli, but not yer finga, love,” he coos, rubbing his hand against your back like the motion of waving to somebody. Luckily one of you remembers the boiling water and soon you hear the click of the knob twisting to turn the burner off.  

“It hurts,” you whimper, getting the dumb idea to pull it away from the water. Your eyes go wide at the sight of the crimson river flowing from your skin, hitting the silver basin of the sink. 

“Birdy, don’ look at it. Put it back unda tha water, I almost gott’a rag,” Harry insists, but your eyes are only growing bigger and the bottom of the sink is growing darker with the color. “Bird, look at me. Look at me.” You listen to him and glance over to see his large eyes, watching him as he crosses the room from the other side, a tattered gray washcloth in his hand. 

“Keep lookin’ at me- no, don’t look at it. I know ya don’ like blood, so don’t,” he tells you, arriving in front of you. “I want ya t’ gi’mme yer hand and ‘m gonna apply pressure t’ stop tha bleedin’, okay? I want ya t’ look at me tha whole time, not tha blood. Okay?” You nod and turn off the tap with your right hand, but you make the mistake of looking at your hands, just as you would on any other day. 

“H-Harry, that’s a lot of blood. Harry,” you exclaim, words shaking as they spill from your quivering lips. He says your name but you can’t get yourself to stop looking, suddenly feeling a heaviness in your stomach arrive. 

“Baby, look at me,” he murmurs, lifting your chin to look him in the eyes through the tears you didn’t know were there. “‘s okay, ‘m applyin’ pressure now. ‘m sorry if it hurts, but ‘m gonna hafta do it fer a few minutes ‘til ‘s done. Look at me, talk t’ me.” 

“I-I’m sorry, I’m so dumb. I can’t believe I cut myself,” you blurt out, wincing at the pressure he applies and he mumbles a ‘sorry’ before alleviating some of it. 

“Yer not dumb, birdy. ‘ve done it befo’, it happens t’ all o’ us. Even tha good chefs like you and me,” he replies with a small smile, pecking your nose sweetly. 

“Thank you, Harry, and thanks for coming to my rescue. How bad does it look? It’s okay, I won’t look.” He breaks your eye contact and his head falls, unwrapping the cloth from your finger for only a second. 

“It doesn’t look too bad, love, jus’ tha blood makes it look loads worse than it ‘s. You’ll be okay, ya won’t need any stitches I don’ think,” he responds, bringing his eyes back to yours and his other hand trails to your elbow. “C’mon le’ss go sit down, I know blood makes ya queasy.”

You nod and follow him to the small wooden table on the other side of the room where you sit down. He places your joined hands on his thigh and drags the hair away from your face with his other. 

“Deep breaths, no hospital fer you t’day,” he grins, pressing a kiss to your trembling lips.

“This is why I’m not a doctor or a nurse.”

“Ya, yer a teacher, and a mighty good one at that. Keep talkin’ t’ me - what’re we doin’ t’morrow hmm, or how d’ya make homemade pasta?” he continues, making the thoughts buzz around in your head as they blossom anew. A smile graces your lips at the funny way he pronounces pasta, something you had been giving him a hard time about earlier today. 

“Well tomorrow is the first day of finals, so I have Creative Writing, and a section each of World Lit and American Lit,” you explain, him nodding in front of you, dislodging the curls tucked behind his ear. “And the way you make homemade pasta is you mix together eggs, flour an-.”

“Don’t look,” he warns, lifting your chin again to bring you back to him. The heaviness in your stomach returns when you see the dots of the dark blood on the piece of cloth hiding your finger, Harry’s large ones surrounding your hand. “So what else d’ya add t’ tha eggs and flour, hmm?” 

“Um, you add salt and some people add some olive oil. You can add garlic or herbs if you want to be fancy, I guess,” you continue, blowing out a long shaky breath. He nods and his cool fingers feel good against your clammy face when they tuck that rebellious strand of hair behind your ear again. “F-First, you mix the flour and salt together. I like to do it in a bowl, and you make a well in the middle where you crack the eggs. They say they should be room temperature, but sometimes I use them right out of the fridge.” 

“Ya, good. Keep talkin’, honey, yer doin’ great. ‘m excited fer yer pasta, ‘m glad we have it made already, we’ll eat soon. ‘s gonna be so good in yer homemade Alfredo sauce. Keep breathin’, I know it hurts but ‘s okay, baby,” he coos, his fingers stilling on your cheek to cup it, relaxing with you a soft kiss. “Then, what d’ya do? I missed it all coz Gatsby was tryna eat me shoe.” 

Amidst a laugh remembering Harry’s nervousness at the sight, your lips part again, “You take a fork and mix the eggs together in the center, and as you do it you mix in some flour. Slowly, you mix in more and more until you can’t anymore. Then you can use a spatula to combine it all together before you scoop it out onto the floured countertop. You knead it with added flour for maybe five to ten minutes until it’s come together into a ball and is smooth and no longer sticky. After that you should let it rest for fifteen to thirty minutes before you roll it out and cut it, or use one of those pasta machines.” 

“Ah, I see what my birdy was doin’ in here now, lottsa hard work,” he grins, running his thumb back and forth over your warm cheek, the coolness of his rings feeling good. “Yer doin’ so good fer me. Are ya still queasy, or not so much?”

“Not so much,” you answer, continuing to stare into his eyes, which may be the only good part of this. You get to adore him and admire his handsome face all you want and without any teasing from him. 

“That’s good,” he mumbles, happiness curling up his lips. Quickly, you hear the little tip-taps of Gatsby’s paws on the floor and Harry turns his head to watch him. “Hiya, pup. We’re over here. Mummy jus’ got a li’l owie, but ‘m takin’ care o’ her and she’ll be right as rain here soon.” 

A smile finds its way onto your face, despite the tens of other emotions battling to have their way. Harry and you pet him a little bit while he still holds your hand firmly, pressing his thumb against your finger where the cut is. Gatsby walks off with a cloth pizza toy he found forgotten somewhere in the kitchen, despite it already being ripped in half from his monster teeth. 

“Okay, ‘mma take a look and see if we’re ready fer a bandaid. Ya can stay lookin’ at me or look at tha ceilin’, bird,” Harry announces and you nod, but your eyes remain on him. They dance along his expressive eyebrows, the dimples forever there in his cheeks as he bites at his lip, and those lips that could make anything better. “Ya ‘s not so bad, and ‘s already done bleedin’. You jus’ hang tight and imma go grab a bandaid, okay?”

“Okay,” you answer, eyes following his figure as he stands up and walks over to the stove, reaching into a drawer where he pulls out the first-aid kit. “S-Should I look? Is it okay to?”

“I dunno, ‘s kinda gnarly, bird. But ya can if ya want, jus’ don’t want ya t’ get queasy on me again,” he comments, meeting your eyes with warmth tucked into the edges of his smiling lips. Sometimes you feel like you could cry with how lucky you got, watching the muscles flex in his arms as he pries open the box, and how his attention is one hundred percent devoted to you right now. 

“I’m curious,” you reply and sneak a look, realizing it isn’t as bad, just as Harry said. Ugly and a little overwhelming that your body isn’t intact there, but he was right. “Maybe you should’ve been a doctor, you have a good bedside manner.” 

“Erm, I dunno,” he giggles, waving you over to come and wash your hands. “It won’t hurt too much, we’re just gonna wash tha dried blood off,” he explains, turning on the tap as you glide over to him. You follow his instructions and watch the remnants of your little accident escape down the sink drain. “‘ve neva hadd’a interest in medicine or all that. I mean, I don’t mind blood, but I couldn’t see meself doin’ that. Tha bedside manner comes in handy sometimes with parents and tha like at school, tho.’”

“Yeah, you’re so good with the students. I bet that’s why they like you so much, Harry, you’re always so kind to them, you give them your undivided attention, and I’ve never heard you raise your voice.”

“Thanks, bird, that’s real kind o’ you t’ say. I hope that’s why they like me, and not coz I let ‘em eat in class or hand in late work,” he says, gently picking up your hand to lie in his. “‘m just gonna put tha bandaid on next and then we’ll be all done, and ‘ll finish tha rest o’ dinna.”

“Harry, no. I can help,” you insist, but he shakes his head in response. 

“‘s okay, love, I want t’. Ya did everythin’ else, made tha pasta and sauce already. I jus’ hafta boil it and make tha broccoli, and cut up tha fruit. It shouldn’t take too long,” he explains, the sounds of unwrapping the bandage joining his words. Soon his eyes meet yours as he holds your hand up and presses a kiss to your bandaged finger. “All done, ya did so good, birdy. Now go play with Gatsby and relax, ‘ll finish dinna.”

As soon as he turns back after throwing away the trash, your arms go around his middle and your face falls against his chest. ‘Thank yous’ fly from your lips, his soft laugh joining you while his rough beard irritates your forehead. 

“Welcome, birdy, nobody else ‘d ratha take care of than you,” he whispers against your ear, pulling away to look in your eyes. “Feelin’ betta, are we?”

You reply with a silent nod, using your tiptoes a little bit to give him a grateful kiss that you both smile into. ‘Grateful’ could never begin to cover how you feel about getting to call him yours.

*Warning: Mention of blood is over*

*

With heavy, bleary eyes you twist the handle with a yawn, soon blanketing the room in light. Apparently, today is full of firsts, because this morning you’re here before Harry and he’s left his note where you find it right away. You think that the arrangement of roses on your desk gives that away, though, along with the 12-pack box of Coke and tub of Twix candy bars. Your dread for today is washed away at the mere sight of it all, and when you read his long note, it easily knocks you off your feet. You’re grateful that you’re sitting down when you pluck it from the vase of flowers to read. 

Birdy, 

Good morning! If I planned everything correctly, you’ll probably have gotten to the school before me, or so you think ;) Happy 5 months, my love. I can’t believe it’s already been that long, and yet it feels longer, because of how long we’ve known the other. You claim that our anniversary is in September or October, but nah-ah it’s in August when I first kissed you, and that’s that. I won’t get too sappy in this note, because I will see you in a few minutes and also there’s a lot of room for sappy tonight when we celebrate. I just sometimes can’t believe how lucky I got with you. You subbed in my classroom for nine bloody months before we even met, and then you got the job and we teach across the hall from each other now! It couldn’t be more perfect, but Gatsby is the real icing on the cake, as is you moving in with me in just two days! Gats says that he’s more excited than I am, but I don’t believe him, because I’m far more excited. I’m also looking forward to our shared field trip today to see the Shakespeare play with both of our classes. That should be a real hoot listening to our students trying to convince us to date each other, already. It gets to me sometimes having to fake it, and I know it does for you too, so when should we tell them? Or would you rather wait? You had a good point that we’ve hid it for one semester already, so maybe we could do one more. I don’t know, I really want to see the look on their faces when we tell them before we have new students next year and the seniors graduate. Anyways, I’m running out of room here, but I just wanted to tell you how happy I am to have you as my girlfriend for the last 5 months (yes 5, because August is our anniversary, don’t even question me on this). I can’t wait to celebrate with you and Gatsby tonight, we’ll have to tell him the story of how we first met. I know I’ve been thinking about those important stories lately, like when you told me you had gotten the job, remember that one, birdy? It’s my mission to get you to like canoeing one day, or maybe kayaking. I’ll take what I can get :) 

I’ll see you soon for our shared field trip day! I love you more than words could ever say. 

Love, 

Harry xoxoxo

With watering eyes, you laugh softly at the note with a smile adorning your lips. Slowly the memory comes back to you as the sun rises outside your window. 

Although you had been to the beach a few times now with Harry during summer vacation, you still grew nervous every time. You weren’t sure if it was the intimacy of being alone with him, the warmth that came over your entire body when he took his shirt off, the looks you got from other women at the beach when they saw him with you, or the change of events for today. As you waited in your car in the parking lot, the sun baking down on you, the nerves only grew worse as you looked for his black car to pull in. Your anxiousness intensifies along with excitement at getting to see him for the first time in two weeks, seeing as summer has been busy for the both of you. You were especially looking forward to telling him some good news that the both of you had been waiting on for quite some time. 

Out of nowhere, you hear loud music coming from a car that pulls into the space across from you, and sure enough it’s him. Within seconds, he turns off his car and gets out, the song a thing of the past. 

“You’re always late, you know that?” you quip, leaning against your warm car. 

“‘m not late,” he insists, keys jangling in his hands as he twirls them around on his finger. 

“Yes, you are, Harry,” you laugh, turning your wrist so he can see your watch that he doesn’t bother to look at. “You’re always so fashionably late.”

“Oh, quiet,” he smiles, slinging a small black backpack over his shoulder clad in a cream Led Zeppelin shirt. He begins to walk ahead of you and you follow him through the parking lot, his sandals making a clapping nose against the hot tarmac. 

“Do you know where you’re going?”

“‘Course I do, bird. Now, c’mon,” Harry answers, waving an arm towards the beach in front of him.

Soon, you pass the building for bathrooms and where outside showers hang on the walls, little kids already under the cold spray. More cars than you expected sit in the parking lot at ten am, and so you’re surprised to find dozens of bodies laying on towels on the sand. Your focus is whisked away when Harry avoids the long expanse of warm sand, pulling you over in another direction. Quickly, the puzzle pieces come together when you find another small building and a long dock surrounded with canoes and kayaks. The walk is a little awkward as the tarmac slopes down to the water through stretches of trees and grass on this side of the development. 

Not even ten minutes later, you’re both standing in front of a long red canoe with two wooden paddles laid down in the bottom. The attendee had helped you with everything else including payment, getting paddles, lifejackets, and a safety kit. Now, the last thing you have to do is get into the vessel, and luckily the man is already helping somebody else so he isn’t watching. 

“C’mon, bird, what’re you waitin’ fer?” Harry giggles from beside you, tossing his backpack in to land on the dry metal floor of the canoe. You hear clicking as he fastens the buckles of his yellow life jacket, tightening the straps of it and now you’re not sure about all of this. You’d much rather be relaxing on the beach, laying beside him on your towels watching how the sun plays on his freckled back. 

“W-We still have to do sunscreen,” you say quickly, masking the real reason you’re afraid to get in, although now that you’re here it may be more than one. 

“Oh thanks, I forgot,” he answers, reaching forward to grab his backpack which he pulls a tube of sunscreen out of. “Here, ‘ll do ya first. Can ya move yer hair outta tha way, please?”

You nod and with a gulp, pull your hair into a makeshift bun that you hold there. Your skin already buzzes as you hear him squirt it into his hands, and then he begins to rub it along your exposed shoulders and neck. A breath hitches in your throat at the feeling of his fingers gentle along your skin, and then too soon the feeling is fleeting. 

“There ya go, I got yer neck and shoulders. Will ya do mine now?” he hums and you mumble a confirmation, turning around to face him. “Here, take tha rest,” he titters, holding out his hands covered in the white goo. You laugh and slide both hands against his until he’s transferred most of the sunscreen to your hands, then turning around. 

A bare tan hand swipes across his neck to hold up his short curls, exposing his sunkissed neck. Slowly, you approach him and rub circles onto the back of his neck, and then across his freckled shoulders. The lifejacket covers the rest of his back, and again you wish you were on the beach so you could get to rub the rest into his long warm back. Later, you hope silently as you finish covering the last few patches of his skin. 

“There,” you announce, already rubbing the rest of the sunscreen onto your arms. 

“Bloody hell, bird. Ya neva tan, d’ya?” he smirks, turning around with the bottle of sunscreen in his hands. 

“No, I burn.”

“I know, I rememba tha first day we came here this summa. Poor girl, I had t’ rub aloe all ova you when we got back t’ my place,” he giggles nostalgically, and you groan at the memory. Your back and shoulders peeled for days, and it just hurt to sleep, but Harry was so sweet. He stopped at a shop just to buy aloe vera, then stuck it in the fridge because he said that’s a good trick to make it work even better. Then he bought you a little aloe vera plant that has since become a running joke between the both of you. 

“Don’t remind me,” you sigh, holding out your cupped hands when he nears you, squirting a big dollop of the cream into your hands. 

“Where d’ya wanna go fer lunch later?” 

“Hmmm, I don’t know,” you muse aloud, bending over to spread the white cream all over your legs until you reach the hem of your denim shorts. 

“How ‘bout Hewie’s Pizza? ‘s only a few minutes away, and we haven’t been there in a while.”

“Yeah, I can’t believe I forgot about that place!” you exclaim, covering the rest of your arms. 

“I know, but ‘m not eatin’ yer bloody Hawaiian pizza, ‘s gross.”

You giggle at his comment, plucking the tube of sunscreen from between his chest and bicep where he holds it. 

“That’s fine, more for me then.”

“Sure, whateva ya say, bird,” he replies, standing back up now with slightly ghostly looking hairy legs. “Here, will ya do my face fer me? Y’know I hate that part.”

“Of course,” you answer, rubbing the tips of your fingers together with the cream as you stop in front of him. He lifts his chocolate brown Ray Bans and pulls them back to rest on his head, taking his curls with it. 

So far, this may be your favorite part, because for some reason he hates putting sunscreen on his face. He chalks it up to getting it in his eye once, and how it feels suffocating or something. You’re not sure how it’s any better that you’re doing it, but nonetheless, him placing his trust in you makes you feel better than you’d like to admit. 

He pulls his lips in between his teeth and closes his eyes as you begin to smear the

cream over his forehead. You struggle a little when you get to his beard, and the both of you laugh, but luckily he’s kept it rather thin these days. You attribute that to the hot summer you’ve both been enjoying. He’s had to have been clean shaven some days, you guess, but unfortunately you’ve yet to have had the chance to enjoy that sight. 

“Why don’t you just shave it all off? It’s summer, Harry,” you pose, swiping carefully under his eyes and rubbing it in until it disappears. “Doesn’t it get too warm with it?”

“No, ‘s not that bad if I keep it trimmed all thin. ‘s a pain t’ shave all off cuz ‘s hard t’ grow back, ‘specially tha patchy parts,” he groans, grimacing when you smear it above his eyes. 

“I like the patchy parts, it’s normal.”

“Ya, but they’re embarrassin’ as a guy, bird.”

“Oh,” you hum, finally returning to the difficult part of rubbing it into his scratchy beard that reaches to the edge of his jaw and even across his upper lip. 

He thanks you once you’ve rubbed sunscreen into every inch of his face, and then you tackle your own after tossing him the sunscreen. 

“Ready now?” he asks, zipping his backpack up, and when you open your eyes you swear he couldn’t look cuter. “What?” 

“Nice hat,” you answer with a smile, watching him pull a very ‘Dad’ looking Hard Rock Cafe gray cap over his curls. Although it’s cute and dorky at the same time, you miss the curls that now only remain by his ears and at the nape of his neck. “You know, you should just shave it all off and keep the mustache.”

“Ya, no thanks. I already know ‘d look weird.” 

“No, you wouldn’t!” you protest, pulling on the straps to tighten your blue life jacket. You can’t help yourself and admire his outfit today as he rummages around in his backpack for something. 

“Like me outfit, birdy?” he asks, sensing your eyes on him. After returning the backpack to the bed of the canoe, he holds out his arms with a proud smile. 

“Yeah, you look like a proper outdoorsy boy.”

“Good, that’s what I was goin’ fer. Jus’ not a boy, y’know a man,” he comments with a proud nod as your eyes dance along his body. 

Sometimes you wonder why he does this to you, wearing such things as these short yellow swim trunks that leave very little to the imagination. On the other hand, why he can’t keep a shirt on when he’s at the beach, whether it was that day where it was raining or it was hot as the pits of hell. You wish sometimes that you could be as confident as him when you’re in his presence. From your few visits to the beach this summer, when you stripped down to just your swimsuit, he was always very kind and sometimes you sensed his eyes on you. 

Pulling you from your memories, Harry’s voice comes back to you, waving you over to the canoe. “C’mon, love, let’s get a goin’,” he insists. “Ya wanna gett’in first?”

“I guess, but it’s kind of scary how much it moves.”

“‘s okay, you’ll be alright. Here, I’ll put my foot in t’ steady it. Gimme yer hand and you gett’in tha front and sit down. ‘ll be in tha back steerin’,” he tells you. He doesn’t have to ask twice for you to hold his hand, you think wistfully, stepping forward to do just that. Without a hitch, you take a seat in the front of the canoe, albeit the canoe rocking back and forth a few times from your weight and then Harry’s.

“Alright, grab yer paddle and I want ya t’ paddle once on each side. So, ya need t’ switch it up e’rytime. ‘ll take care o’ steerin’ but jus’ listen t’ what I say and we’ll be good. Alright, bird?”

“Okay,” you answer, the wood of the paddle smooth under your palms. You dip it into the water and paddle once on each side, soon pulling away from the dock with Harry’s voice in your ears. 

*

“‘m neva goin’ canoein’ with you again,” Harry tuts with a sigh, hoisting his backpack over his shoulder. 

“Neither am I, all you do is get me wet,” you reply, pulling at the hem of your t-shirt, airing it out as wet patches dot the fabric. 

“Yer shit at paddlin’, that’s why.”

“Yeah, I totally did it to myself,” you scoff, trekking up the inclined tarmac and away from the canoeing dock. A few seconds later, Harry’s phone rings and he steps away to answer it. Sighing, you walk away with crossed arms, remembering how he bitched about having to do all of the paddling. At times, he was joking and although you did your best, sometimes he was serious. Then, he thought it would be funny to splash water all over you with his paddle. The both of you laughed it off, but the end of the canoe trip was tense and you knew that the both of you were disappointed. Him, especially. 

With his voice escaping you the further you walk away, you soon come upon the boat landing where a long dock sits. Your eyes light up at the sight of a pair of geese swimming around the reeds hugging the shoreline. Your feet quicken when you spot the fuzzy yellow bodies of their few babies following them, and you take a seat on the end of the wooden dock to watch them. The disappointment and embarrassment from Harry’s planned canoe outing is fleeting as you admire the parent geese and their quacking babies swimming around looking for food. They had strayed away from you once you had sat down, but you remain quiet as you watch them. 

“‘s ‘bout time I found you. Ah, I see why ya wandered ova here. Aren’t they jus’ gorgeous?” Harry coos as his loud footsteps shake the dock at first, then they soften when he sees the geese who back away from him. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologize gently, sliding off your other sandal to set on the dock, until all that’s left on your body are your clothes and your suit underneath. The water is warm when you dip your feet in, kicking them back and forth. 

“‘s okay, I think I had my hopes too high.”

“Hey!” you argue, swatting his arm playfully when he takes a seat beside you. 

“I gotta realize not e’rybody can be as good at canoein’ as me,” he teases, slinging an arm around you to pull you against his chest. You scoff at him, pitching your shoulder into his chest, but his arm stays around you as his delightful giggle surrounds you. “They take such good care o’ their babies, don’ they?” he muses, eyes flitting to the geese who have begun to swim away, one of their heads underwater searching for food. 

You mumble a confirmation, flitting your eyes to Harry whose hat hair makes you smile. Thoughts about how good he always has taken care of you trickle into your mind as you now admire him. He runs a hand through his crazy curls, but his attempt to tame them is pointless. It’s even adorable how he squints at the geese, the sun shining off the water and into his bare eyes after the both of you had stuffed everything into his backpack before leaving the canoe. 

“Have they called you yet?” he questions casually, eyes following the geese who quack at their young. 

“Who?”

“Y’know who,” he replies, turning his head to look at you, the freckles standing out on his golden skin. His eyebrows fall as he looks back at you and then rise in a question. “Tha principal ‘bout yer interview.” 

“Oh, that who,” you answer, and he nods as he waits for you to continue. For some reason, you get to your feet and reach for your sandals, the geese swimming away in the distance now. “Yeah, they called this morning.”

“And what’d they say, bird?” Harry inquires, the dock squeaking as he too gets to his feet. You can hear it in his voice, the anxiousness and also excitement for your answer. 

You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly, sure that by now he’s thinking that your answer will be ‘no.’ He confirms that when he places a hand on your shoulder, his nickname for you falling from his lips. The second you turn around, you find his sad eyes imploring yours for the answer, but no longer can you hide your smile. 

“I got the job,” you announce softly in between grinning lips. Your smile only grows at the appearance of his that paints his entire face with a declaring ‘yes!’ escaping his lips. Your surprise and elation deepen when he picks you up and swings you around in a circle. 

“Ya get t’ work across tha hall from me, birdy! We get t’ be colleagues! Yes, ’m so excited,” he exclaims as you giggle into his chest, securing your arms around his neck as his sit around your waist. 

“Me too, you have no idea.”

“Bet ‘m mo’ excited than you are,” he argues, finally setting you down after you complained of getting dizzy. He giggles above you, his arms still around your waist. 

“I bet you aren’t.”

“Bet I am,” he disagrees, a hearty chuckle leaving his grinning lips. “I can’t wait, bird,” he muses happily, pulling you in for a hug. 

“Does this mean I’m forgiven for the crappy canoe ride then?”

“Ya, I can’t be mad at you right now,” Harry answers, his straight white teeth sparkling as he looks down at you happily. 

“Good. Let’s just hope we don’t get sick of each other too quickly.”

“Oh ‘m sure we will, bein’ across tha hall from eachotha. But that’s okay, cuz once we make up we’re only a few steps away from tha otha,” he decides and you nod as a finger twirls one of the curls falling against the back of his neck. “Me favourite coworker.”

“Mine too.”

“C’mon, let’s go ova t’ tha beach. I have those li’l bottles o’ wine in me bag I packed jus’ fer this. ‘ll even give ya a piggyback ride ova, bird,” he smiles, brushing his thumb across your flushed cheek. 

“You’ll regret it.”

“Nah, ‘m strong,” he teases in a deep voice that makes you laugh. He pecks you on the cheek surprisingly before walking away. “But you hafta carry me bag.”

You hum an ‘okay’ as you thread your arms through it and slide your sandals on, soon walking up to where he crouches at the end of the dock. Your giggles fill the air as he carries you across the hot tarmac on his back with his arms under your knees and your arms around his neck. 

The rest of your afternoon consisted of a nap or two on your towels beside the other, and one of them is interrupted when he scoops you into his arms to take you down to the water he throws you into. At one point, swimming out in the deep water by the tall buoys, Harry swims under you and sticks you on his shoulders amidst your protests. Although warm, the personal sized bottles of wine were a nice treat after your good news that kept the both of you glowing for the rest of the day. You got your wish and slathered sunscreen on him a few hours later, even down the slope of his tan back and across his multitudes of tattoos you somehow had missed. Your day was finished with a pizza and beers at Hewie’s before goodbye hugs, and you were sure this might be the best summer ever. You can’t even believe that soon you’ll have the best job ever, right across the hall from your favorite person in the world, and your new best friend. 

*

The memory fleeting, a nervous huff leaves your lips as you rifle through your plain backpack that you had pulled from your closet for this occasion. You shove a few more things from your desk into it, trying to blink back the exhaustion that tugs at your eyes. The zipping of the backpack is the only sound you hear as you stand at your desk, the chirping of birds an absence now in the winter. 

“Hiya, bird,” a voice murmurs from right behind you, causing you to jump out of your shoes. Harry’s giggle tickles your ears as his arms come around your waist. “I always love scarin’ you.” 

“I can tell,” you mumble, adjusting the list of names on the clipboard. His nose brushes against your cheek as you pluck a pen from the cup on your desk, clipping it to the sheet of paper. 

“Mmmm, how are ya this mornin’, bird? Only two more days ‘til I get t’ wake up t’ ya e’ryday, ‘m so excited.”

“So am I, and I’m good, just tired. How are you, babe?” you reply, closing your eyes and letting yourself relax in his strong arms. 

“‘m great, cuz I get t’ spend tha entire day with me birdy, and ‘s our five month anniversary.”

“Happy five months, and do we really get to spend the entire day together?” you reply, feeling his warm lips against your cheek where he plants kisses along your skin. 

“I think so. ‘s our field trip day t’day.”

“You better get all of those kisses out of your system before the students get here soon, or else it’s going to be an especially long day of faking it,” you announce, turning around in his arms and opening your eyes to find his sleepy ones. 

“Don’t mind if I do,” he smirks, dipping to press a long kiss to your lips. You giggle into it at first before savoring the way your lips move together effortlessly. 

“Yeah, get it all out before having to be around me all day without any touching,” you mumble against his plump lips. 

“Shhh, yer wastin’ precious time, bird, our students will be here soon,” he whines before pressing on the back of your head, returning your lips to his. 

He drags his teeth along your bottom lip as he pulls away with a smug giggle, smashing his lips against yours once more. Your hands roam across his chest and down the front of his army green quarter-zip, and then to his bum hugged by khakis. The second you saw him, you think this may be your new favorite outfit of his, and that he must do this to tease you. 

“I don’t know how I’ll keep my hands off you today in that outfit,” you tease him, sliding your hands into the back pockets of his pants as he giggles. 

“Yer not very innocent yerself, miss,” he concurs, dragging a finger down your spine covered in your maroon Columbia zip up. “Yer bum looks amazin’ in these pants, y’know. Jus’ beggin’ t’ be touched, love,” Harry finishes as his fingers follow his words to your ass that he squeezes firmly. 

You end his words with your lips atop his, the clean citrus scent always covering him returning to you. His giggles tickle your lips when he continues to trap your bottom lip between his teeth mischievously, leaving a sting on your skin after it leaves the confines. Soon, you’re the one giggling when your hands slide under the thick yet soft fabric of his sweater, finding the smooth feeling of his cream button-up underneath that you swiftly untuck. 

“Bird,” he mumbles in between hasty kisses, grabbing your attention with a quick pinch of your bottom. 

“What?” you snicker nonchalantly, sneaking a hand under the freed fabric, hearing him inhale when your fingernails drag down his warm chest. 

“Ya drive me crazy, y’know that?”

“It’s mutual,” you answer with a hiccup when his hand slaps your ass softly, followed by his giggling. 

When you both hear the beginnings of voices trailing from down the hall, sad sighs leave your lips before he whisks them away with a deep kiss. 

“Love you,” he murmurs with another peck. 

“I love you too,” you answer behind loving eyes, watching him swiftly tuck his button up back into his firm fitting khakis with a shake of his head. Unsurprisingly, you even find him doing that as handsome. It must be the attraction of domesticity, or something like that. “Happy five months.”

“Yay, ya finally got it right. Happy five months, birdy,” he giggles. “How’re ya gonna hide tha flowers, hmm?”

“I don’t know, I’ll just say they were from somebody else.”

“Nah, ya should say they’re from a guy and see how yer students squirm,” Harry suggests playfully, adjusting his quarter zip as he leaves your classroom. “Thanks for the help, Y/N, I’ll see ya on tha bus soon!” he calls to you from the hallway, soon greeting a student he meets in the hallway. 

The next half hour you find taking attendance and waiting to leave hard, and your impatience shines through. Many of your students are also feeling the same way, you find, and they’re showing signs of tiredness too. You only wish that you could get away with taking a little nap on the bus like you’re sure that they plan to, but alas you can’t as their teacher. 

Soon, you’re stepping onto the large coach bus that both of your classes have filled. Luckily, not all of your students had gone on the field trip, and so both classes fit on the bus, but you aren’t sure where to sit. You really didn’t want to spend two hours both ways sitting by a student, and you hoped it wouldn’t come to that. 

“Y/N, ova here!” a voice calls to you amidst the loud conversations filling the bus. You couldn’t be happier to find who said it, and how they pat the seat next to them at the front of the bus. “Come sit by me, already.” 

“I want the inside, Harry,” you respond with a grin, watching him stand up and try not to hit his head on the ceiling, letting you in. 

“Oooooo, Ms. Y/N and Mr. Styles are sitting together up front!” Sabrina exclaims, and several other students echo her comment. Rolling your eyes, you plop down onto the seat against the window, listening to Harry shushing them before the driver pulls away. 

“Ready fer Romeo and Juliet, love?” he mumbles to you, a smile climbing its way up his cheeks as his knee bumps into yours. You wish it could stay there, but already with the prying eyes of your many students, you know you can’t. Sometimes, this hide and seek game isn’t so much fun, you muse silently, knowing that it shows in your eyes and in his too. Surprisingly, you feel a hand on top of yours, and there’s a firm squeeze before it’s gone. “Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.” 

“Shut up, you dork,” you giggle, winking at him before you turn to look out the window, watching the high school slowly shrink behind you. 

“Mr. Styles is reciting Romeo and Juliet to Ms. Y/N! Ask her on a date already! Come on!” 

“Would ya lot quiet down? Bloody hell, go and watch Netflix on yer phones and leave us alone,” Harry calls teasingly to the bus full of teenagers as you shake your head, nudging your foot against his. “My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep. The more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.” 

“My Juliet,” he mouths to you, giving you a nod and your cheeks drown in a warm blush.

“Wherefore art thou, Romeo?” you whisper in response, raising your eyebrows at him, giggling when he points at his chest. 

“God, would you two date already?!” 

[scones-and-texting-and-murder]

Sweater Weather

(AO3 link 2676 words, general audiences)

Written for the @holidaymixtape​  and featuring adorable art by @bs-acorns​!

“They’re looking for a barista at the dog park,” Sam had said, a combination of words so nonsensical that Dean asked him if he’d hit his head.

Sam rolled his eyes. “I told you I’ve been taking Phoebe to the park.”

When Sam finally reached the point where he could get a dog, he’d gone right for a Great Dane, like he was making up for all his dogless years with the biggest one he could find. Next to most people, Great Danes seemed like miniature ponies, but Dean couldn’t deny that Phoebe looked perfectly proportional striding along his oversized, long-legged brother. Despite her size, she was the world’s biggest couch potato, sometimes sitting down on the sidewalk to declare herself done in the middle of walks. As it was nearly impossible to convince one hundred and twenty-five pounds of stubborn dog to do anything, Sam began exploring other options. In doing so, he discovered that taking her to a park resulted in her loping around, sniffing and peeing in a nearly infinite loop, getting some much-needed exercise without Sam needing to cajole her for blocks at a time.

Dean pretended like he wasn’t quite sure. “You mean the one where Eileen goes?”

Sam blushed and Dean smiled smugly, happy to see his big brother intuition hadn’t failed him. He’d been “casually mentioning” Eileen and her service dog with telling frequency.

That’s when Sam explained that there was a coffee shop on site at the park.

Before Dean applied for the job, he’d never considered the logic of a coffee shop/dog park combo, but the more he learned, the more sense it made. Dog people, it turned out, loved to socialize with other dog people, and they would stay at the same location for hours on end if their dogs were happy. If they could capitalize on that by selling hot drinks to cold people, then really, it was a win-win. And while Dean might not have been a dog person, he could chat up customers and make drinks like nobody’s business.

That had been a year ago. Now Sam and Eileen were making plans to move in together, and whereas Dean started out barely able to tell a bichon from a beagle, he was currently familiar with at least a half-dozen types of terrier. And while he’ll never admit it to anyone, one time he’d accurately identified a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, leaving him with the same self-congratulatory rush he imagined birders got when they added to their life lists.

Not only had Dean gotten familiar with the dogs, he’d gotten to know a number of the owners as well. Dean didn’t quite buy the theory that dogs and their owners started to resemble each other, but he couldn’t deny the perfect pairing of Garth with his tall, skinny whippet or Mildred, whose old poodle mix shared her grey curls and slow, stiff gait.

Then there was Cas.

He was tall and broad-shouldered with strong runner’s legs. He had wild dark hair that looked like he’d walked through a windstorm no matter the weather, and his eyes were an almost unearthly blue. Dean could see him with a husky maybe, or a chocolate lab that could run alongside him, its tongue hanging out as it easily kept pace.

Whatever Dean expected, it wasn’t a small and sturdy pug. The first time he’d shown up, Dean knelt down to greet the pup, and he’d asked--like he always did--the dog’s name. He made a point of trying to remember them because that was just good customer service.

Dean let the dog sniff his hand before running his palm over her short, smooth coat. Excited by the attention, the dog’s eyes bulged and it snorted through its pushed-in nose. Dean felt his own eyes widen in response and he used the opportunity to glance back up at the handsome owner. “What’s your dog’s name?”

The man took a moment to answer as he was busy gazing fondly at the snorting creature. “Zeus.”

Dean looked back at the dog who couldn’t weigh more than about twelve pounds, and laughed. “That’s hilarious.”

The man looked apologetic. “I didn’t name her.”

“No?” Dean tried not to think about the fact that he probably had an equally gorgeous girlfriend who’d bestowed the name.

“I acquired her from a rather unscrupulous breeder. It seemed wrong to change her name when everything else had been taken from her.” His brow furrowed in such a sorrowful way that suddenly a pug seemed like his perfect companion.

Dean got back to his feet. “Oh, wow. That’s great. That you rescued her, I mean.”

“Thank you,” he said with a sincerity that had Dean biting back a smile.

“Welcome to Pups and Cups.” Dean held out his hand. “I’m Dean.”

“Cas.” 

Dean liked a lot of things about Cas. Like the way he kept close to Zeus in the park. Plenty of owners unclipped their dogs from the leash and settled down on a bench, but Cas moved slowly around the park with her, like he was worried the bigger dogs might get a little too rough. He liked the way Cas seemed oblivious to exactly good-looking he was, either missing out on (or not interested in) the way both men and women tried to strike up conversations with him. He liked that Cas had an earnestness about him that was oddly endearing, an almost shy formality that made each smile Dean got out of him extremely gratifying. It generally involved greeting Zeus, so Dean made a habit of addressing her and pretending to take her order before getting his. Maybe it was the predictability of the interaction, but Cas seemed to genuinely enjoy the joke. He’d give Dean that full-on smile, the real one where his eyes crinkled.

“Ask him out,” Charlie told him after he’d gone through this routine one day.

“I dunno.”

“Dean. You spent the last forty-five minutes with one eye on the door waiting for him to show up.”

“Keeping an eye out for new customers is an important part of the job.”

“You elbowed me out of the way to take his order.”

“I did not,” he insisted as she sadly rubbed her upper arm. “Wait, did I really?”

“Of course you didn’t.” She grinned, validated. “But clearly you didn’t consider it out of the realm of possibility. Oh hey, here he comes again.”

“Shut up,” he hissed at her as Cas made his way back into the coffee shop. “What’s up, Cas? Does Zeus need extra whip?” He ignored the soft groan Charlie made.

“Actually, Dean, I just wanted to let someone know that the poop bag dispenser is empty.”

“I’m on it. Thanks for letting me know.” Cas’s cheeks were pink from the cold December day. So were the tips of his ears. Something about it made his eyes look extra blue. Dean didn’t realize they were still standing and staring until he felt something whap him in the arm.

“Here you go, buddy. Why don’t you go take care of that right now?” Charlie gave him a faux innocent look and Dean looked down to find the package of refills in his hands. “I’ll watch the front.”

Charlie was the best friend Dean had ever had, and she was practically bouncing on her toes when he came back inside. “Well? Did you ask him?”

Dean shook his head. “Charlie, I’m the guy who makes him coffee and replaces the poop bags. I’m not a guy he’s looking to go out with.”

“Dean--” Charlie began, a soft look on her face that was worse than if she’d yelled at him.

“It’s fine.” He was saved from any further discussion when a group of people and dogs came in through the door.

***

As December progressed, Charlie continued encouraging him to ask Cas out and Dean continued to refuse. He was fine for dumb jokes and he knew he made a damn good latte, but Cas had a real job doing...something important. From time to time Dean overheard him take a work call on his cell phone and it was all I’ll get you the files and Let me run the numbers and other fancy shit that reminded Dean that Cas was out of his league.

It was all good. Dean could continue to look forward to the few moments when Cas had those blue eyes focused on him, he could take satisfaction in making him smile and presenting him with a hot drink on a cold day. He didn’t need more.

One afternoon, he was crouched down in front of the counter giving a handsome Shepherd mix named Otto his puppacino. Otto’s overly large dark ears perked up when Zeus bounded over to say hello. It was well past the time Cas usually showed, so Dean had assumed he wasn’t coming, but from the looks of her, today was clearly a special occasion. She was dressed in a red and green Christmas sweater, adorned with a dog wearing sparkly green slippers and a candy-striped elf hat.

“Well, look at you!” Dean said, as she pushed her snout into his waiting hand. He got to his feet, laughing in delight when he realized Cas was wearing a matching sweater. “You guys been to an ugly sweater party or what?”

The familiar smile didn’t cross Cas’s face. If anything he looked more serious, his head tipping to the side. “Why do you ask?”

“Uh,” Dean said, praying for the floor to open beneath him. Or for the espresso maker to explode and vaporize him where he stood. Anything.

“Oh,” Cas said, as if it suddenly all made sense, and Dean thought maybe he’d be able to breathe again. He pointed to his sweater. “Maybe you didn’t realize that this is a pug.”

Dean looked more closely. It was indeed a pug. A pug, wearing an elf hat adorned with sparkly pom poms perched on a shiny red and green striped present. If that weren’t gaudy enough, green and red satin bows were scattered across the sweater.

Cas smoothed his hand over his chest in a most distracting way. “It’s even a girl! See?”

“A tutu,” Dean said, not sure if he was going to laugh or cry. “She’s...wearing a tutu.” And she was indeed, made of bright red netting.

“It’s our first Christmas together.” His eyes were shining.

Charlie, who had apparently witnessed this entire debacle, came to his rescue. “Dean, could you please. Get that thing. From the back.”

Gratefully Dean nodded. “Yeah. Sure.” In the back he stood with his forehead against the cold stainless steel of the refrigerator, trying to let it soothe the embarrassment that heated his face.

A few minutes later, Charlie poked her head through the door. “The coast is clear.”

Dean thumped his head once against the fridge before straightening up. Charlie watched him, concern in her eyes as he came back out. “What do I do?”

“I...don’t think he’s upset?” Charlie glanced out the window to where Cas was doing his normal route following Zeus around the park.

“Yeah, but he thought I was making fun of him.”

“That’s because you were.”

“What was I supposed to think?” The embarrassment was making him defensive, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. “Who would wear a sweater like that sincerely?” Dean scrubbed a hand over his face. “I fucked this up.”

“I have an idea,” Charlie said.

***

The next day she arrived with a large shopping bag. They were still thirty minutes from opening and she pulled him into the back.

“Are you sure this is going to work?”

She nodded decisively. “I’m absolutely positive that it won’t make things worse.”

“That’s not exactly...reassuring.”

“Look, Dean. If you don’t want him to think you were making fun of him, then you have to put your money where your mouth is.” She reached into the bag. “Speaking of, you owe me $24.99.”

“He won’t be in until this afternoon. Can’t I put it on then?”

“No way. For this to work, you need to wear it unironically all day.”

Dean pulled off his outer layer and took a deep breath before pulling the sweater over his head. ”Not a word.”

In a flash, Charlie had her phone out to snap a picture. “You’re a hero.” She moved closer to show him. The bright red sweater was dominated by a large Christmas tree made from those sequins that changed color when flipped over. Next to the Christmas tree was a pug wearing a Christmas sweater of its own. In large letters under the tree it said BAH HUM PUG.

Dean took in a long, slow breath through his nose.

“He’s gonna love it,” Charlie said, using two fingers to flip the sequins.

He pushed her hand away. “Consent is a thing. I gotta get to work.”

All morning long Dean dealt with amused looks and a variety of snarky comments.

“You lose a bet?” he muttered as sarcastically as possible with his back turned to the counter after hearing it for the umpteenth time. The more people gave him shit--little joking comments that shouldn’t have meant anything but that built up over time until he was ready to substitute decaf in all their fucking high maintenance orders--the more defensive he got, going from shrugging apologetically and trying to laugh along, to glaring, his chest puffed out like a soldier. Why the fuck shouldn’t he be able to wear whatever he wanted without people making disparaging comments? It was an object lesson in...what did Sam call them? Microaggressions. He was making a mental note to text his brother and let him know he finally understood when Cas and Zeus came in.

Now the shyness that he’d started his shift with washed over him again. What if Cas didn’t notice, or what if he thought Dean was making fun of him. Again. He heard Charlie murmur “Here we go,” as she moved into place to take over the customer ahead of Cas.

“Hello, Dean,” Cas said. “Did you get a new sweater?”

“Heya, Cas. I did.” Dean knew this was the whole point, but he felt self-conscious and couldn’t seem to keep from rushing to take his order. “You want your usual?”

But Cas was still staring at his chest and a small smile had crossed his face. As Dean watched, he disappeared out of view, popping up a moment later with Zeus in his arms. “Look, baby,” he practically cooed in his rough, deep voice. “It’s a pug just like you.”

Dean stood a little taller, tugging at the front of his sweater like it would help her see better.

“May I?” Cas asked, nodding toward Dean.

“Uh, sure?” Dean wasn’t quite sure what he was agreeing to, but cradling the dog in one arm, Cas reached out and smoothed a hand over the sequins on his chest. Dean’s mouth went suddenly dry. Cas’s hand was a firm presence, warm even through the sweater. He stroked up and down, evidently delighted. Zeus snorted and pressed her nose under Cas’s chin.

It was now or never.

“Would you like to go out some time?” It came out in a rush, Dean almost breathless with nerves and Cas’s palm on his chest.

Cas went still but he didn’t drop his hand. His blue eyes widened in surprise. “I would love to.”

“Cool,” Dean said. “Cool. Ok. We’ll do that.” They stood and smiled at each other until the customer behind Cas cleared his throat. “Let me get your coffee.” This time Dean carefully wrote his number on the cup.

***

A few months later, Cas and Zeus showed up in matching red sweaters. Each one had a shiny satin pink heart with an applique of a pug in the center. In big letters were the words Pugs and Kisses. “It’s our first Valentine’s Day together,” he explained to Charlie, after giving Dean a quick kiss.

Dean was already wearing his.

[madsmikkelsenschesthair]

Blood of the Dragon ch.5

Summary: Rhaegar and Cersei arrive in Kattegat to retrieve their daughter and Bjorn must leave Kattegat and look for his father and the rest of missing men.

Warnings: swearing, crying, angst, forced to leave home, some violence

A/N: UwU daddy Björn to the rescue

Freyja wanted to run deeper into the woods. She wanted to run away and come back until her father had left or find a way to hide in a different village but Hvitserk and Sigurd were walking on each side keeping her from running. She clutched the pup closer to her chest, they were walking painfully slow taking their time when Sigurd pushed all of them into a bush suddenly and pulled Ivar with them. They all cursed at him and the pup growled.

“What are you doing?” Ivar snapped. He hissed at the pain radiating from his legs. 

“Look” Sigurd turned Freyja’s face to the harbor. There were three huge ships, bigger than the ones she grew up with. Ten times bigger if not more. Their sails larger than a house, black as night with a red three-headed. Freyja trembled. They were here. They were really here. Smaller boats sailed to the docks; more knights wearing the same armor as Uncle Jaime while the others were made of steel. No golden crucifixes around their necks or armor, no priests, Pope or Bishops with their stern faces or proud gaze. Just normal knights and in one of those boats, Freyja saw three figures surrounded by the white cloaks. She recognized the man from her dreams more handsome in person with a golden crown on top of his head, the woman with hair as short as a man and as gold as her brother’s hair wearing a silver crown and on her lap was a little boy black of hair. A large crowd formed on the beach they couldn’t see them but they knew their family was already at the front ready to greet the royal family. 

The knights stepped off the boat first, with poise and order stopping on the edge of the docks with their swords raised. Next came more knights with steel shields with a roaring lion on it and behind them Rhaegar Targaryen, his wife, and stepson. The children watched all of Kattegat fall to one knee with bowed heads. They were all silent for a moment when they stood up once again. She couldn’t tell what they were saying but from the way Rhaegar embraced Bjorn and his mother, she could tell he was beyond happy to see them again. The little boy and the boy greeted them as well but formally. Then Rhaegar began to look around, searching for her. Hvitserk pushed her back to the woods and to Sigurd, he said, “Help me carry our brother”. Freyja took this as a sign and hurried into the trees with the boys right at behind her. 

She knew where to run. Deeper into the forest, past their secret meeting place and climbed the hills. Freyja didn’t want to go anywhere. She wanted to stay here where she was raised and loved by everyone not with strangers she barely knew about. The small hut came to view, the same one she came to every time she wanted a laugh or hear stories of the gods, Helga always held her and braided her hair. 

“Floki! Floki are you home? Answer me!” 

The touched-in-the head Norseman came out of his home looking around for the owner of the voice and grinned when he saw them running to him but soon wiped it off as he noticed the look of distress on their face. 

“Children what’s the matter?” Floki almost fell as Freyja bumped into him.

“My father, King Rhaegar is here! I don’t wanna go!”

He hurried them inside where Helga looked up from her tasks by the fire. Hvitserk and Sigurd set Ivar down on a stool and plopped down on the floor breathless. Freyja put her scared pup on the floor, she had not realized she was shivering from the cold or fear she did not know.

“What’s the matter, sweet Freyja?” Helga knelt before her and Floki double locked their door so no one would go in.

“My father is here. Rhaegar is here to take me away. I was with Bjorn and this knight named Jaime Lannister approached us” Freyja grew quiet for a moment, Helga leaned in eagerly and Floki eyed her urging her to keep talking. “Ragnar is missing. The war’s been over for years now and ever since then they haven’t seen him”

It was a devastating blow for Floki. He had to lean against the post for support. His best friend lost in an unknown world, a world he thought he knew too well but was proven wrong. He should have gone with him. He should have stayed by his side like he always did. 

“Why didn’t the king send a raven letting us know about Ragnar’s disappearance?” Floki asked, his eyes avoided her face now.

“I don’t know either. I ask myself that same question” The girl bit her bottom lip nervously. “I think that’s what Jaime was going to talk about with Kraka and Lagertha but they shooed us away so we wouldn’t here”

“I don’t understand. You won’t be children forever”

“We don’t either,” Hvitserk said, “I think it was because Jaime is a knight and they didn’t want him to take Freyja away.”

“Do you think they’ll find us here?” The wolf pup jumped on to her lap and snuggled against her for heat.

Helga gasped and touched a soft little ear. “A direwolf! What’s his name?”

Freyja patted the pup’s belly. “I just got him today. I was thinking of naming him Fenrir. After the son of Loki”

Since she was a little girl, Freyja loved the story of Fenrir the terrifying wolf awaiting Ragnarok. The most terrifying of Loki’s children, Freyja was never afraid of the tales like the other children. 

“The name suits him. He does look like the son of Loki”

A pounding at the door made them jump and Fenrir growl. They all backed away from the door, the boys took out their ax and swords and Freyja gripped the dagger in her hands. Hvitserk and Sigurd covered her body with theirs ready to fight off anyone who would try to take her. Another pound shook the whole hut followed by a demanding voice, “Open in the name of the King!”

“Which King?” Floki called back. 

“In the name of His Grace Rhaegar Targaryen!” 

They all looked at Freyja. As much as she wanted to curl up and cry instead she held her head high and slid the dagger back in her belt. She took a deep breath and without looking back she opened the door letting in the sunlight reflecting off the armor of the knights. There were twenty of them and with them was her family and her father with her stepmother. They had her surrounded. Nowhere to run now. All of them walked outside and her family came to her side with Bjorn wrapping his arm around her shoulder protectively. Freyja felt safe and protected from all these strangers but could they stop Rhaegar?

Uncle Jaime looked awkward standing between both families but soon fixed his posture. “Freyja I would like you to meet your father, Rhaegar. Your stepmother Cersei and her son Robbert Baratheon second of his name. Come forward my dear, say hi to your father”

Freyja stood there frozen staring at the strangers watching her with eagerness in their eyes along with Bjorn’s arm still around her gripping her shoulder. It wasn’t when Lagertha gave her a slight push did Bjorn reluctantly let her go. 

‘Don’t show them any tears, Freyja. Show them you were raised to be strong’

She walked to where her Uncle Jaime was and  Rhaegar left his wife’s side and embraced his child in a suffocating hug, he was kissing her cheeks and crying. This shook Freyja. She had never seen a grown man cry let alone a King.

“My sweet Y/n you are as beautiful as your grandmother. Look at you! Pure Valyrian beauty!” 

Freyja looked over her shoulder, her eyes begging her family to help her. Her father hugged her again this time more gentle and sweet. Her stepmother Cersei stepped hugged her too and kissed her forehead. 

“Hello little dove, how are you?”

Cersei was a beautiful woman with the same pretty green eyes as her brother. Her son didn’t have her eyes but instead they were so blue she could see her reflection yet the little boy looked sickly and frail still he smiled shyly at his new sister.

There were so many emotions swimming inside her, Freyja couldn’t quite comprehend what was going to happen. They were here. They were truly here and she didn’t like it.

Knives scrapped their golden plates, the meat carving so easily. Freyja avoided eye contact with her parents and looked down at her plate; potatoes, black bread, meat, and honeyed vegetables with mead in a golden chalice. It was silent and eerie with four strangers sitting at their table. Normally it was filled with laughter and stories sometimes the occasional catfight between Ivar and Sigurd but tonight was different. Everything was. Even Kattegat was quiet. The only comfort was the warm bodies of being sandwiched between Ivar and Sigurd. Fenrir laid on top of her feet snoozing away without a care in the world. 

“Y/n-I mean, Freyja, do you like it here?” Her stepmother said breaking the silence.

“I love it here!” she answered quickly now looking up. “I love it. This is my home”

“Wouldn’t you like to live in a castle instead? A castle with so many rooms and a beautiful garden and Kingswood you could explore. The garden is like you stepped in a tropical world with exotic birds and flowers”

It sounded lovely. The garden sort of reminded Freyja of the Garden of Eden, the one Athelstan talked about when she was little. 

“I’d rather stay here instead” Freyja went back to looking down at her plate, tears started to form again.

“But you will have your own room and bathroom. The rooms are bigger than this entire Hall. And you will also own many pretty dresses like me” 

“You will also be a Queen one day” Her father added. “Wouldn’t you like that?”

“No. I want to be a shieldmaiden instead” Freyja looked up again from her plate, she could see how cold her Father’s eyes went but she didn’t care.

The table was silent once again but now everyone was looking up from their plates. 

“A...shieldmaiden?” Uncle Jaime asked.

“A female Viking warrior. They get to go on raidings with the men and fight in wars” she explained biting a huge chunk of bread with spread honey. 

Her stepmother nodded knowingly. “And you would rather live like that than rule a Kingdom?”

“Can I be both then? A queen and a shieldmaiden?”

“I once bedded a shieldmaiden” Jaime blurted out, they all stared at him. Freyja and the younger Ragnarsons giggled. 

The boys were asleep but Freyja laid awake to listen. Sigurd and Ivar were snoring slightly on each side of her and Ubbe and Hvitserk were stretched out in their own bed. The grownups were still outside the room talking. Their voices hushed and soothing.

“She should stay here. This world is all she knows” It was Lagertha.

“Y/n is the daughter of a King. One day she will be a Queen and she needs to be taught our ways” Her father answered.

“Freyja is very happy here. She loves the only home she knows and gets along well with the boys” Bjorn intervened. He wanted her to stay.

“She will marry one of Ragnar’s sons, Your Grace” she heard Athelstan say, “It is a prophecy just like her prophecy is that she is the promised Queen”

They were silent, thinking of the Priest’s words. Freyja waited impatiently for their talk. She couldn’t sleep not when they were talking about whether she stayed or no. Freyja pulled herself closer to Ivar, hugging his waist.

“If it is so then when she is of age she will marry one of his sons,” Stepmother said with a low chuckle. “has she bled yet?”

Freyja blushed.

“She has. She’s been bleeding for two years now” Kraka answered. “She is a woman now”

“Leave her Your Grace,” Bjorn pleaded “she is very happy here. She can leave when she is ready. I know it in my heart she will not be happy”

“Are you her father Bjorn?” Rhaegar didn’t sound angry but hurt that he would say such things. 

“I raised her as if she were my own. Loved her. Taught her lessons your people never will. Protected her while you were fighting a war never sending a letter only to ask for help” Bjorn was angry now. Freyja understood, he was fighting to keep the child he loved like a daughter, a child he raised only to be taken away from his arms. He was a father to her even if they weren’t blood of blood.

“I’m sorry my son but we must listen to His Grace. Freyja is her father and he knows what is best for her” Lagertha wanted to sound tough though Freyja saw right through it. Her heart shattered. Her father was that powerful, huh? Laying in between her boys no longer felt comfortable. Freyja wiggled out of there like a fish and tiptoed to Hvitserk’s bed. He was snoring loudly now and Freyja pulled back the furs and huddled in. Hvitserk, still in his deep sleep, wrapped his arms around her small frame and Freyja felt safer.

“I will go on a raid then. In search of my father. I cannot bear being in the same place without my Freyja”

Tears pooled in her eyes, a painful lump in her throat formed and Freyja hugged Hvitserk tighter. She didn’t want to go. This was her home, her entire life was here and what was she going to do in a land far, far away? Freyja, as much as she looked like her father, was far different than they were. Freyja was raised with different ways, different gods, different languages. Their accents were so smooth compared to hers and her family’s. It sounded much smoother than Athelstan’s. Their way of dressing was different too. Was she going to dress in one of those heavy looking dresses now? Were they going to force her into a new religion? Freyja prayed to the Gods it wasn’t Christianity because if it was she will abandon the crown and snuggle her way back to Kattegat. Freyja wasn’t ready to leave her home, she was sure she wouldn’t fit in Kingslanding with their stupid accents and their stupid customs. She was Freyja Thorsdottir and until the day she dies, it will remain so. The couple sitting at their table were strangers even if Rhaegar was her father and Cersei her new so-called mother, they couldn’t just come into her world and rip her away from it. 

The next morning, Freyja stood on the docks saying her goodbyes to Floki and Bjorn. She and Bjorn embraced not wanting to let each other go. Bjorn smoothed her hair one last time and kissed her temple and forehead several times. It was a heartbreaking scene to watch. They both knew it will be a while before they saw each other again. If ever. 

“Take me with you, Bear, Please take me with you. You are the only father in my heart”

Bjorn pulled away and caressed her cheeks. “I can’t right now, sweet Freyja. I will one day and together we will see the world.”

“Even India?”

He chuckled. “I will take you to India. I have something for you” Bjorn reached into his bag and pulled out a necklace with a Thor’s Mjolnir amulet. He put it around her neck and said, “Never forget where you came from. It doesn’t matter if you sit on an Iron Throne or you rule a village like Kattegat, you will always be Thorsdottir, little princess. You have the Gods by your side”

Freyja clutched Mjolnir and hugged Bjorn one last time. “Promise me we will see each other again. Promise me Bear”

“I promise little princess”

And with a broken heart, the pair parted ways for the first time and it will be a long time before they could reunite once again. Bjorn left her as a child-woman with big doe eyes and angelic face and the next time he will see her she will be a full grown woman wearing a crown and different silks. Freyja will forever be his child, his little girl. The gods had finally given him a child to love and they had taken her away, ripped from his arms like savages ripping out a heart from a warm body. He couldn’t bear to turn away until she and all of Kattegat was a tiny dot in the horizon.

https://grimfrost.com/collections/jewelry/products/valhalla-wolf-chain-set-1-silver   Freyja’s necklace.

@lettersofwrittencollective @faeeryy @i-only-signed-up-for-fanfiction @blonddnamedhandz @wanderlust-imagines @mellxander1993 @-thatgirloverthere- 

IF I FORGOT YOU PLEASE MESSAGE ME

[sararaasch]

Well that’s not a fire. Some of you may remember the puppy I had for all of three days earlier this year. We ended up giving her back because having an 8 wk old puppy + a 2 yr old human was unfair to both of them (lots of biting and crying and yelping). Fast forward a few months, and I fell in love with one of the pups I walked at the shelter. But I knew the last dog hadn’t gone well, so I didn’t want to post any pics until I was sure. Well, that dog was amazing... except with our cat. Whom he tried to eat. Twice. And it was horrible and terrifying and involved us tackling the dog to let our cat get to safety. Ultimately, we decided to return the dog to the shelter, but with a glowing review of all his good qualities and specific instructions that he not be with kitties. He got adopted to his furever home within a week. Another few months passed. I was still hoping to find the pup for our family. One who could keep up with my toddler. One who not only tolerated cats but didn’t even seem to know they existed. We looked through shelters and rescues, but none of the dogs or organizations felt like The One. Until I found @queencitybulldogrescue. I instantly fell in love with their site and presence, and thanks to my time at the shelter, I am mad in love with the dopey, smushed-face, love-you-with-their-whole-bodies fifty+ pound lap dogs that are the bully breeds. I’d applied for a few pups through QCBR, but they’re masters of human/dog matching, and it wasn’t until recently that they contacted me to tell me about Mabel. Suffice to say we’re all in love with this derpy delightful little girl who wiggles her whole body when she’s excited and blissfully does not give two figs about our cat (who is adjusting very well to her because of that!). We’ve taken to calling her Maze, because for some reason neither my husband nor I could remember “Mabel”?? I don’t know why. But we’re obsessed with the show Lucifer and you better believe I sometimes call her Mazikeen. Check out my stories for more pics of my newest family member! I finally have a dog again, guys. Teehee. 🥰🥰🥰 #dogsofinstagram #queencitybullies #bulldogs #englishbulldog https://www.instagram.com/p/B5SkTq-AsKD/?igshid=11wd8iqrdfvyc

[whumpbby]

Okay, you got me on board the Jason Todd/Jimmy Olsen rare pair train and I am dying to know anything you are willing to share about the abo idea you were thinking of! 😍 (No pressure. I feel like I am pressuring, but this pair. 😭)

Oh gosh, would Jimmy be the alpha or Jason? Or would they both be omegas? Or Jimmy an alpha that everyone mistakes for an omega or Jason an omega who everyone mistakes as an alpha or vice versa? Oh, the shovel talks from the respective friends and family! Would there be shovel talks? Wait, why do I see Jimmy helping a pregnant Jason? Like Roman or someone gets Jason pregnant and Jimmy steps up to help him with the pup since Jason is on the outs with the family and Roman is out of the picture?

Hope you don’t mind me putting them both into one post because NOW WE’RE COOKING!! :O

I was thinking all kinds of scenarios, but now I am thinking it would be cool of both were omegas. And Jimmy is a very traditionally raised one, meek and agreeable, but also trying to be stronger, to be like the person he looks up to - Lois Lane, hardass omega reporter. So, he’s trying, but it’s going slowly - he has none of Lois’ grace and smooth-talking skill and is a bit too honest to weaponize his designation like she does when necessary. He was always considered a ‘homely’ type, the kind of an omega that will do best by finding himself a mate and taking care of them and the household. Not in a medieval way or anything, but everyone that knows him knows that Jimmy is just not made for the cutthroat world of investigative journalism. 

And Jimmy agrees, he wants to have a mate and a family sometimes, but he also wants more, he wants to do more, be strong enough to do good for others and being a journalist seems like the best way left to him. So, he’s trying his best to get better and stronger, but it’s a slow-going process. Perry hired him as a photographer, hoping that the boy will stay out of trouble and Lois is gently encouraging the kid, but knows that he needs to get his act together quick if he wants to survive in the world he wants to look into. 

And Clark - poor Clark - is in constant conflict about Jimmy. He loves that kid and wants what’s best for him, and with the frequency he gets into trouble sometimes the best option seems to be cutting that whole journalist business in the bud and encouraging the kid chose a safer profession. But then again, Clark would never dare to do it, because Lois would bite his head off and he does want to support the boy’s dreams... it’s just that he worries so much. 

And then one day, Jimmy, who was slowly coming to the realisation that he may be not good enough for the job, happens upon the Red Hood. He was in Gotham due to the yearly charity gala at Wayne’s Tech as a photographer, and while he was there to take shots of the rich and affluent, he overheard something shady and went in to investigate it in his reckless way. And he ended up in a bit of hot water - hanging off the beam in a warehouse surrounded by Black Mask’s man who are trying to decide what to do with the drugged up omega. Give him to the boss? Do away with him now? The kid has seen a deal going down, he needs to be silenced, even though he’s kind of cute...  

And that’s how Jimmy meets Mr Hood in person for the first time - over a pile of beaten up thugs and crates of weapons - the vigilante taking him off the chain, careful hands checking him for injuries and a gruff voice saying “A photographer? Wow kid, you have no sense of self-preservation, do you?” before the familiar red cape appeared out of the dark and he was picked up by the familiar arms. “Whoa, Supes, I didn't do squat to your little pal so clam the fuck down! I’ve just saved his damn skin!” which was true and Jimmy wished he could confirm it. “Yeah, maybe keep of your damn omega on a shorter leash then!” which was not very true and Jimmy wished he wasn't drugged, so he could explain how he wasn't a damn pet! 

And that’s how Jimmy became obsessed with Gotham’s darkest vigilante - first finding him to thank for the rescue and give him a piece of his mind, and then with uncovering the truth about him. And he did it, Jimmy uncovered the Hood’s real identity - and then spent a weekend in his room, staring at the wall, because that... that seemed impossible and so, so terrible. And it was his first successful piece of investigative journalism and he could tell no one about it - because once you got one thing right, other followed - the ever-revolving door that were Robins, suspiciously corresponding with Bruce Wayne acquiring new ‘sons’, the Batwoman disappearing roughly at the time Barbara Gordon was crippled, Bruce Wayne’s erratic behaviour and, frankly, his ridiculous persona... it all made sense and yeah, Jimmy was going to go to bed and wake up in a basement, surrounded by rich people who will disappear him form the face of the Earth.

It’s a complete accident when he happens across Red Hood again - and it’s even more of a coincidence that once more he’s inebriated and loose-tongued, and the first thing that comes out of his mouth is “Gosh, Mr Todd, you grew up so tall!” and it nearly gives Jason a stroke. Some sobering time in an underground safehouse later, Jimmy spills the beans and the Red Hood just - laughs. This deep, rich chuckle, and he’s like “I knew Tim could not be the only person able to connect the damn dots!” and it’s all the confirmation Jimmy needs to know that he’s about to be executed mafia-style. 

Except, Mr Todd doesn't execute him. He tells Jimmy to shuffle back to Metro and if you won’t tell, I won’t tell and you can walk free, kid. Which is a very good ending to that whole story.

Except it isn't an ending, because now Jimmy is curious and invested, because Mr Hood isn’t a bad person everyone wants to make him to be. Another startling discovery is that Mr Hood (Seriously, Olsen, stop with the Mr!) is an omega.    

An omega who takes no shit from anyone and is strangely invested into convincing Jimmy that he doesn't have to take it either! An omega that’s big and strong, and so terribly imposing that even Batman doesn't intimidate him and most of the alphas get out of his way, and... and that’s a very compelling image to hang in front of poor Jimmy Olsen, who night have realised that he may be a bit gay.

Oh dear.                

[rcpacity]

new player has entered the game  !   bandit zeus a.k.a. baz

—    one of the private members of joon’s pack —    when something needs to be taken care of and no matter how dirty one’s hands would end up getting  ,  baz would always be top choice in doing the dirty work. gotta bury a body? torch a car or business that treads onto their turf? baz is got it all covered.  no matter how or when it gets accomplished.  baz will go out of his way to make your life miserable. —    baz tends to not speak unless spoken to  ,  seeing as it he doesn’t need any unneeded drama aside from having to deal with a target. along with why he is usually silent is due to him having a small lisp or stutter whenever he gets angry.  not that he finds it embarrassing it just takes away the fact that when he’s pissed others might get a light laugh out of it. —    baz is a rottweiler  ,  abandoned as a pup in his early years that almost costed him his life ‘til he was rescued by joon. he’s loyal  ,  almost scarily so.  when he enters his beast form he’s a bit larger than the average rott  ,  and being a purebred he’s just lucky in having those good genes.  his canines in both human and beast form are razor sharp that sometimes he accidentally bites his tongue.  this sometimes happens when he stutters. —    with his human height he’s just a bit below average at 5′8″ —    baz’s weapon of choice depends on his mood or the method needed to remove a target.  he always carries a switchblade inside a hidden area up his right sleeve and brandishes a HK P30L in a back hip holster.  the ring he wears on his finger also acts like a brass knuckle.

                        there is more about him that is unknown  ,  be wary when interacting. **

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Mama I-Rex rescue mission; Owen Grady x child reader

*Author’s note*

Okay so this request has been a long one in the making and to the anon who asked for this request, THANK U SOOO MUCH FOR BEING SOOOO PATIENT WITH ME. Now in this request you as the reader are a child/Indo-rex hybrid that Owen takes in. Some events fit with the movie but I decided to put my own spin on some of the things based off Land before time 2; The Great Valley Adventure (all the LBT movies were my childhood if you haven’t seen them, go watch them cause ya’ll missed out on something) Anyways not really any warnings to look out for so I hope you all enjoy this fic :)

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It all began with a test tube.  Jurassic World scientists have come a long way in just 20 years since the first Jurassic Park, and with technology more advance than it was back then, they were able to create things that were possible for even normal scientists to think was possible.  Not only did Jurassic World scientists make a hybrid dinosaur, they also used that same DNA to create a full human child to speak and communicate with said creature.

Now it was said that their newest attraction, the Indominus Rex or I-Rex for short, had eaten it’s sister because it grew too territorial but what they didn’t know was that the sister I-rex tried to eat the young girl they had with the two of them and the white I-Rex was protecting her pup since they both shared the same scent and DNA pattern, making the true I-Rex the mother of this young girl that they named IR626.

But then one night, IR626 somehow managed to escape the increased secure habitat of the I-Rex and started roaming freely around the park, and it is here that our story begins.

It’s been three days since the child’s escape and the mama I-Rex had been going frantic with worry and thinking that it was the humans that had taken away her pup, she planned an excellent escape to get out of her cage and stop at nothing till she found her pup.

She would claw up the walls by nightfall, each time making them go higher and higher till it almost seemed like it had escaped overnight, then for the next couple of days she lay there camouflaged from the world and waited for the right time to make her escape.

One day as he was heading back from a long, exhausting day of training the raptors, former Navy soldier Owen Grady was riding home to his bungalow on his bike when he swore that he saw a shadow move by.  He stopped his bike and looked to his right and made sure that his bike light was shining ahead in case the figure moved again.

After a brief moment, he thought that it had to be some kind of stray animal or something so he just kept on riding till finally he reached his bungalow.  He parked his bike alongside his home and then went on inside and prepared him a nice big sandwich with a side of chips, pickles and a chug of beer.  Once he was done with his dinner, he had a quick shower and then proceeded to just plop down on his bed and hit the sack.

Suddenly he was woken up by this loud bang downstairs.  He froze for a moment then he got up and took out his gun that he kept under his bed and quietly walked downstairs with his gun on point.  He tried to walk as quietly as he could without making the stairs creak, then once he reached the bottom of his stairs, he heard the banging again coming from the kitchen.

He readied himself to fire his gun, he silently exhaled before suddenly jumping out and turning on the kitchen light and what he found was a shock.  There on the ground eating some of his chips was a young girl about 5-6 years old, she had long and by long I mean past mid-back long, almost to about her bottom, she seemed pretty frail and was a bit dirty.

“What the hell?” He muttered quietly.  He soon took notice of the girl staring right at the gun and she let out a small whimper of fear. “Hey, hey it’s okay I’m not gonna hurt you, its okay”.  He placed the gun aside and held his hands out showing the girl that he meant no harm.  “Do you have a name sweetheart?”

The girl only responded with whimpers and throat purrs.  Owen was a bit shock to hear those types of sounds coming out of a little girl but he took it as her either being mute or still a little scared. After all, just what was a little girl her age doing this far out away from the park at this time of night?

“Here, you look like you could use something better than those chips”. Owen then walked over and picked up some steaks that he had stored in his freezer and heated them up for her.  Once they were done, he placed one of them down in front of her and cut it up for her in small pieces so that she would be able to eat them.

She looked up at Owen and sniffed the steak and picked up a piece of it and tossed it into his mouth and chewed it up.  She the proceeded to eat the rest of the pieces, stuffing all the pieces into her mouth when Owen told her.

“Slow down there sweetheart you’re gonna choke if you keep going like that”. She looked up at him and swallowed the meat that was in her mouth and Owen then handed her a glass of water but what he found strange was that she didn’t drink it like a normal human being, she began to drink it like a dog or a cat would.

She then let out a yawn and found the couch and crawled up onto it and spun around pawing at the cushions before finally falling asleep.  Owen then picked up the blanket and covered her up and said to himself.

“In the morning we’ll figure out who you are, for now you just rest up”.  He turned off the kitchen light and headed back upstairs to his room and fell back asleep, but his mind was occupied with just who in the heck this child was and why she was all alone?

The next morning, Owen woke up to feel a pressure right near his stomach.  He looked down to see that the girl had come up sometime during the night and cuddled up right next to him and fell asleep. He looked down at this girl and couldn’t help a small from coming onto his lips thinking of how adorable this girl was.  He softly stroked her hair which alerted her to wake up and she crooned at him and nuzzled into his chest.

“Morning kiddo, how’d you sleep?” She purred and crooned happily up at Owen. “Okay I’m gonna have to give you a name so that I’m not always calling you kiddo, how about Danielle?” The girl let out a growl of displeasure.  Owen laughed and said, “Okay now, maybe Zoe?” She shook her head no. “Oh I’ve got it, how about (y/n)?” She tilted her head and nuzzled Owen once again. “Alright, (y/n) it is then”.

Owen then got out of bed and carried (y/n) down the stairs to make her some breakfast. He made a plate of pancakes for both himself and for (y/n) and made sure to add extra syrup to both plates.

“Here you go (y/n), just wait till you try these. I call these pancakes a-la Grady. With whipped cream, blueberries and the main ingredient syrup. Lots and lots of syrup”. He placed a plate down and (y/n) looked at it skeptically. This was unlike anything she had ever eaten before.  She looked up to Owen and he urged her to take a bite.

But before she could eat it using her mouth, Owen quickly handed her a fork and knife and told her to first cut it up.  She looked at the fork and knife in awe as she sniffed them but they gave off no scent.

“Here, how about I cut them up for you?” He then took away the knife and fork and proceeded to cut the pancakes up into bite sized pieces and held out a piece for her. (Y/n) sniffed it before sticking out her tongue to lick it, finally she took a bite and chewed it up a bit before spitting it out in disgust and making a choking sound of disgust.

Owen looked at her in surprise.  No one on earth can resist the sweet taste of a pancake, so seeing her spit it out like it was nothing shocked him to the core.  Before he could say anything, his cellphone rang.  He walked up to it and said.

“Ello? Claire what a surprise I was wondering when you’d call me couldn’t resist me any longer huh? Hold on what? Okay….okay. And you need me there because…..okay fine, fine yeah, yeah, yeah I’ll be down there as soon as I can. Okay, bye”. He hung up his phone and turned toward (y/n) and said, “Okay sweetie, Uncle Owen has to see Ms. Claire about something, do you promise to stay here and be a good girl?” (Y/n) nodded as she crooned. “You won’t go anywhere?” She shook her head no. “Good girl” he gently ruffled the top of her head making her purr on contentment.

Owen got on his usual work clothes and soon walked out onto his bike and he said to (y/n) who stayed right by the door.

“Remember no going anywhere”. He started up his bike and then took off riding down the trail to meet with Claire.

Shortly after he left, a couple of butterflies flew past (y/n).  On instinct she leaped up trying to get them so that she could eat them.  She jumped off the deck and tried to get one that landed on a flower but it flew off just before she closed her mouth. (Y/n) spat out the flower choking in disgust before running after the two butterflies chomping her mouth as she disappeared into the forest.

All it took was just a few minutes inside the Indominus Rex paddock for all things to go to hell.  Owen was inside along with some workers hoping to figure out on how the I-Rex escaped, but it wasn’t until finally it showed itself through the trees and began to attack.

It broke out of its paddock and devoured every human in sight, except for Owen who hid under a jeep and covered his scent with the oil of the car as the Indominus sniffed around for him, before finally walking away deep into the jungles roaring.

To say Owen was pissed was an understatement, no with that thing on the loose, it would stop at nothing till it devoured everything in its path, for it only had one thing in mind.  To kill and eat.  It was going to prove just who exactly was Queen of Isla Nublar and it won’t hesitate to kill anyone or anything that stood in its way.

Worried about (y/n)’s safety, he rode off on his bike back to the bungalow but as he burst through the doors, she was gone.  He searched the entire place from top to bottom but couldn’t find her anywhere. His heart was starting to race and his chest starting to compress with fear and anxiety.

“Owen! Owen what the hell was that you just took off like it was nothing! What about my nephews?” Claire exclaimed as she burst into his bungalow.

“Look Claire, (y/n) is missing as well” he explained to Claire.

“Whose (y/n)?”

“I found her last night after she broke into my bungalow. I told her to stay put, why would she run off after she promised me?”

“Maybe her parents finally found her, Owen we have to find my nephews and fast before the Indominus does”.  Owen turned towards Claire and sneered down at her.

“You helped create this thing, and you willingly brought your nephews here, now I’ll help you find them but our first priority is getting (y/n). And if anything happens to that little girl, it’s on your hands”. He then walked out and told her to hurry up and soon the two of them drove off.

Deep in the jungles, (y/n) had jumped across some boulders and was now surrounded by lake water as she tried to get the last butterfly that was fluttering around her.  She chirped and growled softly as she chomped in mid air and that’s when she heard a very familiar roar.

She stopped and stayed quiet and heard the roar again.  She crooned softly and hopped across the rocks back to the main land and let out a couple of roars but sadly they weren’t loud enough.  She then began to track her mother’s scent hoping to reunite with her very soon.

It must have been at least an hour and (y/n) was nowhere close to finding her mother. She leaned up against a log and whimpered sadly as tears filled her eyes.  Hoping for the best, she tried roaring again but they still weren’t as strong and powerful as her mother’s, she was beginning to think that she’d never reunite with her mother again.

Suddenly something vroomed towards her.  An old 1993 Jurassic Park jeep suddenly zoomed a few feet past her and a voice cried out.

“Zac wait!”

“Grey I’m not stopping not with that thing behind us!”

“But there’s a little girl here stop the car!” The jeep suddenly stopped and coming out of the car were two young boys.  One was taller with short dark brown hair and brown eyes, and the other was shorter with almost sandy blonde maybe dirty blonde hair, blue eyes.  

These two boys were none other than Claire’s nephews, Zac and Grey Mitchell. Grey was the first one to approach her.

“Hey, are you lost?” (Y/n) wished that she could speak human tongue but she settled for a simple nod. “Where are your parents at?” She only whimpered and crooned at Grey and that’s when Zac said.

“Grey, I don’t think she can speak. She might me a mute” he whispered the last part to Grey in his ear in hopes to not offend (y/n).  Suddenly a roar was heard and both boys froze up. “Come on we gotta get out of here now!” stated Zac.  Without warning, Grey picked (y/n) up and the two boys piled back into the car and Zac started the engine up once more and drove off just as the Indominus Rex came out from the trees roaring furiously.

As Zac put it in gear and gave the jeep more gas to try and outrun this monster, Grey said to his big brother.

“It’s catching up! Make it go faster!” The I-Rex roared as it stayed right on the jeeps tail.  (Y/n) looked straight ahead and finally recognized this creature as her mother. She crooned softly but her mother wasn’t stopping at all, her intent was to kill all of them.

The two brothers kept arguing about how to outrun this creature that they had no idea that they were about to fall into a ditch.  Suddenly the jeep fell head first into the big ditch which jerked all three kids and the jeep began to smoke up.  The three of them groaned and Zac said as he turned behind him.

“You two okay?”

“I’m fine” said Grey.  He then looked over (y/n) and minus a couple of scratches, she was fine.  But soon the roaring came above them as a shadow loomed over the three children.  

The Indominus Rex finally had them in her sights.

Zac came over both his brother and (y/n) hoping that the beast would take him first and spare his little brother as well as the kid.  (Y/n) walked in front of the Indominus Rex, all the while the brothers tried to urge her back or to run away.  (Y/n) crooned and chirped up at her mom while she only kept roaring, (y/n) then suddenly felt something wanting to come out of her throat, her crooning soon turned into a very loud roar almost similar to the I-Rex’s.

The Indominus ceased her roaring and grunted softly as she lowered her head. (Y/n) crooned as Zac and Grey both cried out.

“No, don’t!” But what they didn’t expect was for the I-Rex to suddenly lick (y/n) motherly.  They watched as she hopped up onto the I-Rex’s muzzle and they heard soft growling and purrs.

Mother and daughter were finally reunited after several days apart.

The two of them nuzzled and purred against each other as Zac said to himself.

“What the hell?”

“Zac I think—I think that’s her mom”. Stated Grey as he stared at the action in front of him.

“But that’s impossible, she’s human and that’s a thing”.

“Maybe Aunt Claire knows something about this”. Grey then cautiously walked up towards the mother and daughter and the mama I-Rex snarled defensively as she wrapped her head protectively around her pup. But (y/n) crooned and spoke to her mother in their tongue telling her that he was a friend.

She then walked up towards Grey and he asked her.

“Can—she help us find our aunt? She has orange hair and wears a lab coat, she might be out there looking for us?”

“Doubtful” pipped in Zac. Grey glared at his brother before turning his attention back to (y/n).

“Can she?” (Y/n) went up to her mother and the two of them began to talk and it was then she got on top of her mother’s head and gestured to the boys to hop on. Grey immediately hopped on while Zac was still a bit weary, I mean after all just 2 minutes ago this thing tried to eat them. “I’d never thought in my wildest dreams I’d actually be riding a dinosaur, this is the coolest thing ever!”

“I’ve seen cooler” muttered Zac as he held on tight as the I-Rex proceeded to walk on ahead.

Meanwhile Owen and Claire were searching through the jungles for the three lost kids and that’s when they started to hear the thunderous footsteps.  Owen and Claire hid beneath a log to see the I-Rex coming out but what they were shocked to find were the three kids they were searching for actually riding the I-Rex.

“Zac? Grey!” Claire cried out.  It soon got their attention and the boys cried out to their aunt.  The mama I-Rex lowered her head down and the boys took off running towards their aunt and they all met in a family embrace.  Meanwhile Owen saw (Y/n) slide off the I-Rex’s head and he ran up to her.

But before he reached her, the I-Rex defensively snarled at Owen, seeing that he now held a weapon on his person and saw him as a threat to her and her child, especially since she’s dealt with weapons like that before whenever she failed to comply.  (Y/n) crooned up at her mama telling him that he saved her and fed her.

Mama tried to reason with her child telling her that men like that who hold what they call guns are bad people. They do nothing but hurt and kill, but (y/n) told her mama that he was different. He took care of her and protected her when she had nowhere else to go.  The Mama I-Rex hesitantly complied and allowed her daughter to go up to Owen and hug his legs.

“Oh thank god you’re okay. You shouldn’t have run off like that!” He suddenly snapped. (Y/n) whimpered sadly looking up at Owen with sad eyes hoping that he’d forgive her and seeing those puppy dog eyes, Owen complied and said, “Ohh I can’t stay mad at you”.

“Wait this is (y/n)?” asked Claire.

“Yep this is (n/n)”.

“You’ve found her, no one’s been able to find her for over four days” stated Claire.

“What do you mean Aunt Claire?” asked Zac.

“She’s the child experiment we created to be half human, half Indominus but she somehow escaped the paddock and we haven’t been able to find her since. So all of this was…..a rescue mission?” She turned towards the I-Rex and the creature turned towards Claire.

And for the first time, Claire actually felt a human within the I-Rex, she almost saw the eyes of her sister looking back at her.

The eyes of a mother, wanting her baby back.

“Wait so you created (y/n)?”

“The scientists did, they wanted to see if it was possible to combine human and dino DNA to have a better understanding of their worlds. Someone to be the bridge between Man and Beast. She was the first ever successful asset to truly grow like a normal child” explained Claire.  Owen looked down at (y/n) who looked up at him.

“So what happens now? I mean they’re together, can’t they just be put back in their paddock?” asked Grey.

“I’m afraid not, with all the deaths the Indominus has done, security has made the call for it to be terminated on sight”.

“But then that would leave (y/n) an orphan!” exclaimed Grey.  Owen looked down to (y/n) and he said.

“Not on my watch,” he then turned towards Claire and her nephews and told them to create a distraction and tell security that they saw the I-Rex head for the South side of the island, meanwhile Owen would lead the two of them to the West side and hopefully find them a safe place to hide.

“Are you sure about this Owen?” asked Claire.

“Never been sure in my life, go now before they find us”. It was then the Mitchell’s took off in the jeep while Owen got on his bike and told (y/n), “Tell your mom to follow me”. (Y/n) chirped at her mother as she crawled back on top of her mother’s head and soon the three of them took off to the West side of the island.

After awhile of running and riding, Owen finally got the two I-Rex’s to a safe, uninhabited and rugged terrain where (Y/n) and her mom would be safe.

“Alright, no one should find you both here. Think you both can stay up here and stay out of sight?” (Y/n) nodded then told her mama to put her down.  She lowered her head and allowed her daughter to walk up to Owen.  

She pulled on his jeans and chirped at him almost wanting him to come with them all the way till they found a new home. Owen got off his bike and said to her.

“I can’t go from here. My bike won’t be able to make the trip, and I doubt I’d even survive the trip back by myself if I were to follow you. This is where we have to say goodbye sweetheart”.  (Y/n) looked at him with sad eyes and nuzzled into his chest whimpering sadly.  Owen embraced her tightly and said as he tried to be strong and hold back his tears, “I know, I’ll miss you too. But hell who knows, maybe we’ll meet again someday, now go on. Scat!”

(Y/n) slowly walked away from Owen and her and her mother walked on ahead to find their new home somewhere on the West side of the island.  All the while, Owen allowed a tear to escape his face as he sniffled softly.

“Good luck (y/n)” he choked out and he stayed there until he saw the tail of the I-Rex finally disappear from his sight over the rocky hills.  Owen wiped away the tears from his cheeks and got back on his bike and rode back to the park.

He met up with Claire and her nephews who were at the Visitor Center and Claire took one look at Owen’s heartbroken face and knew that it had been done.

“Are they safe?” asked Grey.  Owen took a deep breath in and cleared his throat as he said.

“Yep, they’re safely far away from here. They’ll be fine kid”.  Owen looked out into the distance and hoped that maybe one day he would see (y/n) again.

[bluedreamcarts]

Boston Terriers and Aggression

boston terrier puppies for sale near me   The Boston Terrier is descended from tough, ferocious dogs. Bulldogs were developed to work with butchers to engage and control steers and cattle-animals that were many times their own size and that could cause fatal injury if the dog was not quick or tough enough. The terriers that contributed their genes to the Boston's family pool were pit fighting dogs, fearless fighters of their own kind but completely harmless to humans. How these ferocious breeds were used to create the friendly, happy companion we know today is difficult to explain or understand. But throughout the generations, the dogs were selected as much for their easygoing, nonaggressive nature as for their type and structure.

Boston Terriers can be aggressive toward other dogs, particularly when they are behind a fence or on a leash. This may be something the dog has learned, or it may be a genetic tendency. Regardless of its origins, this behavior is not typical of Boston Terriers and is not to be considered acceptable. In many cases, this behavior can be changed by teaching the dog to focus on his owner and by rewarding the dog with praise and treats for ignoring the other dog or dogs. Under no circumstances should a dog be punished or corrected for this aggressive behavior by yanking on the leash, yelling at the dog or hitting the dog. The aggressive behavior is usually caused by fear, and punishment can increase the fear and thereby increase the aggression that the punishment was intended to stop.

If your Boston Terrier does display aggressive behavior toward you, other humans or other dogs, you should seek the services of a competent dog trainer or behavior specialist who will work with you to change the dog's behavior without resorting to punishment or correction of any sort. Before the training begins, the trainer or specialist will probably recommend a thorough vet exam to rule out physical causes for the aggressive behavior. Sometimes pain or illness can cause a dog that has always been peaceful to suddenly behave aggressively. Certain chemical imbalances in the body, such as low thyroid hormone levels or abnormalities of the liver, can trigger aggressive behavior in dogs. I have seen a few cases of Boston Terriers who would suddenly and unaccountably "turn on" their owners and bite them severely, and every case of that type was attributed to a brain disorder causing seizures or seizure-type problems.

Aggressive behavior is not normal for Boston Terriers. A Boston that does develop aggression should be checked thoroughly by a vet and put on a program of positive, reward-based behavior modification under the supervision of an experienced dog trainer, behavior specialist or Certified Veterinary Behaviorist.

Ask your dog-owning friends for recommendations on dog trainers. Call trainers to ask whether you may observe their classes (if they say no, look elsewhere). Look for a trainer who is very positive, one who emphasizes praise and rewards for the dog's good behavior and avoids punishment or corrections for bad behavior.

If you've fallen in love with Boston terriers and would like to get one, you should seriously consider adopting. Sadly there are many Boston terriers that have been abandoned due to a myriad of reasons. Frequently, the dog itself is not at fault, some people buy dogs without thinking of the long term commitment involved and discover the responsibility of owning a dog is too much for them, others don't want to spend the time needed to train their dog and decide it's just too much trouble.

Boston terriers are charming little dogs that have relatively few inherent health problems, but as with any breed of dog, they require time, care and attention. If you're considering getting one of these quirky little characters you really should consider adopting from a local Boston terrier shelter or rescue. There are many wonderful dogs at shelters and many Boston terrier shelters have purebred dogs with papers. This is a reason why you shouldn't consider breeding your dog because of the large number of abandoned dogs and puppies needing homes.

Here are some things to consider when visiting a Boston terrier rescue in search of your new pet: 1. Age: A popular misconception most of us have is that an older or adult dog is not a good candidate for adoption. Nothing could be further from the truth. Older dogs are usually housetrained, and unless you can spend a lot of time housetraining your puppy, you're better off with an adult dog. Puppies have a hard time holding their bladder and will require constant supervision and walks before they are able to be left unsupervised in your home. Boston terrier rescue groups generally housetrain their adult dogs before offering them up for adoption.

2. Puppy Behavior: Puppies love to chew! You may find your adorable puppy turning into a shredding machine faster than you can blink, so considering an older dog is a sure way of ensuring your precious Jimmy Choos don't become your pup's new toy. Puppies also aren't the ideal choice of pet if you have younger children in the house. Many rescue groups place their dogs in foster homes to ensure the dogs are well behaved in a home environment.

3. Personality: With an older dog what you see is what you get. Adopting an adult dog reduces the risk of owning a puppy that turns into a monster as he matures. The shelter should be able to properly access the personality of each of their dogs and can even advise you on the best dog for you.

4. Adult Dogs Form Instant Bonds: When you rescue an older dog, he will usually instantly bond with you. Most dogs that end up in shelters make excellent pets and companions and want nothing more that to please you, their new hero.

5. You Will Be Saving a Life: Puppies have a higher chance of being adopted in shelters, and if you decide to adopt an older dog you are literally saving his life. Due to the high number of dogs being abandoned every year, rescues face many challenges in finding good homes for many of the dogs; you can truly make a difference by adopting an older dog.

boston terrier puppies for sale near me  A reputable shelter will screen you to see if you will make a good doggie parent. You will probably be asked about the facilities you have for keeping your dog and the shelter may even send someone to your house to determine if you can provide a good home for a dog. Ultimately shelters want their dogs to go to a permanent home where they will be loved and cherished.

[brooklyn-anon]

Romeo, oh Romeo.

Word Count: 1457. (Way longer than I planned whoa)

Request: Modern first date with Romeo @sickeningly-sweet-honey

Warnings: FLUFF!!!!

(Also you can find headcanons about Romeo and his puppy Juliet HERE )

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Whoever said Disney movies were for kids was wrong. Whoever said drive-in theaters weren't that great were wrong. And whoever said the trunk of a car wasn't romantic was VERY wrong.

You weren’t supposed to be at the dog park that day. You didn't even own a dog. But, a friend of yours was out of town and needed someone to take care of their pup. So you of course said yes. You loved that chocolate lab with all your heart. But anyways. You came across someone much more interesting than the dog when you got to the park.

Your friend's lab was off running around with another dog his size when a tiny little black and white collie came running up to you. She carried a hat in her mouth that was too big for her to carry. The poor thing kept tripping over it. But she proudly set it in your lap and looked at you with what could almost be called a smile. A few minutes later a boy came running up to you with a relieved expression sitting on his face.

"Hi. I'm so sorry. She stole my hat and made a mad dash around the park. She had stopped to visit just about everyone but you're the only person she hasn't run from once I got closer." He scooped the puppy up and plopped the hat, bite marks and all, back on his head.

"Well she's cute so I'd say she gets away with it." You laughed. "I'm (Y/N)." You politely introduced.

"Romeo." He responded with a smile. “And Juliet here isn’t the only cute one ‘round here.” Fast forward two weeks and you've got the night he took you out on your first date.

The local drive-in was playing a Disney double feature. They were playing Moana and Tangled that night, which just so happened to be your two favorite Disney movies. Romeo brought you sunflowers when he came to pick you up and chattered happily about how he had spent the better part of the day preparing. You had no idea what he had needed to prepare so long for until you actually got to the theater and moved into the back. Both of the backseats had been removed and were replaced with layers of blankets. A pile of pillows was propped up against the backs of the front seats. A small cooler was pushed up against the trunk door. Upon inspecting the cooler, you discovered it was full of themed snacks. Homeboy really went all out! He got bagel twists and blondie bars to go along with Tangled, and Goldfish crackers and tropical flavored juice boxes to represent Moana. It was incredible just how much thought he out into it!

Since it was only your first date, you chose to lay with a little bit of space between you. The snacks were all piled in between your bodies. You still held hands over top of them all though. Honestly you were a little too invested in the movie to even realize that you weren't cuddled up together. Moana played first, and Moana was Disney's best movie to date. No one could distract you from that. Romeo took this as challenge. He watched you more than he did the movie. Seeing you smile and sing along or mouth the lines made him happier than the movie ever would. Because he chose to watch you instead of the screen, Romeo was very aware that you were only holding hands. And this he wanted to change.

Maui had just finished his big number and threw Moana in the little cave on the island. Whoever decided to give Dwayne Johnson a song where he just bragged about himself was obviously a genius. Romeo knew just what was coming. And the boy was ready to use it to his advantage. With your eyes trained on the screen, he very slowly leaned over towards you.

  "BOAT SNACK!" He quoted Maui's line in a perfect voice and at the exact same time as the movie loudly in your ear. You swore you nearly jumped out of your skin when he did it. But gosh darn it, you burst into hysteric laughter once the shock settled. Laughter to the point where you had to bury your face in a pillow and laugh into that because the people in the car next to you started glaring angrily your direction. Romeo's face stretched into a huge grin. He moved the snacks out of the way and pulled you closer to him once you calmed down.

"That was an impressive impression." You complimented.

  "Why thank you." He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "Now hush! I'm trying to watch the movie!" He tossed a wink your way as you rolled your eyes. With his arm now around you and your head now on his chest, you settled in to happily snuggle him and watch the rest of the movie.

Throughout Moana and the majority of Tangled, the two of you stayed curled up in the back together. You switched positions occasionally as one position got uncomfortable or as you moved the blanket on and off. But you never lost contact with Romeo. You couldn’t help but touch him now. His arm would be around you, your head in his lap, or on his chest or shoulder, he would put his head on your stomach while you ran your hand up and down his back, your legs would be woven together. It just felt…. Right, to be against him.

The infamous boat scene in Tangled was quickly upon you. At this point Romeo was leaning against the mound of pillows, and you were resting in between his legs and leaning back against his chest. His arms were wound lazily around your waist and your head sat back on his shoulder. You had been laying like that for so long your breathing had actually fallen in sync with each other's.

"All those days, watching from the windows." You softly sang along as the scene played out. "All those years outside looking in. All that time never really knowing, just how blind I've been. Now I'm here, blinking in the starlight. Now I'm here suddenly I see. Standing here, it's all so clear, I'm where I'm meant to be. And at last I see the light. And it's like the sky has lifted. And at last I see the light. And it's like the sky is new. And it's warm and real and bright. And the world has somehow shifted. All at once everything looks different now that I see you."

"All those days, chasing down a daydream." Wait. Was Romeo singing back???? "All those years living in a blur. All that time, never truly seeing things, the way they were. Now she's here, shining in the sunlight. Now she's here, suddenly I know. If she's here, it's crystal clear, I'm where I'm meant to go."

The two of you continued singing with the movie, but never looking at each other. At least you didn't look back at Romeo. You no doubt would turn into a blushing mess if you did. So you kept your eyes ahead and casually sang like it was no big deal. Romeo however kept sneaking glances down at you. He couldn’t help it. Sometimes you met a person and you just knew they were going to be in your life for a long time. This was one of those times. He knew that you would be around for a while.

"Can I ask you a question?" You asked quietly once the big duet was over and Mother Gothel showed up.

"You just did." You frowned and gently smacked him on the arm. "Yeah go ahead."

"How do you know that song so well? You don't strike me as a huge Disney fan.”

"Well," a chuckle broke his sentence up, "my brother likes them. He dances around the kitchen and living room to literally any Disney song ever. I like that one a lot. I actually used to sing it to Juliet. When I first brought her home she was real anxious. So when she took naps in my lap we would either put 101 Dalmatians on for her as she fell asleep or I would sing that to her. It's dumb and kind of cheesy but it helped.”

"No no. That is the cutest thing I have ever heard. She's the cutest dog ever and is so lucky you rescued her."

"Yeah I did pretty good didn't I? I got the cutest dog and the cutest date." Well now you couldn't help but blush. A quick kiss was pressed to his cheek before a comfortable quiet fell over the two of you for the rest of the movie.