#little!jack russel

[thorin-baby-bear]

Wolf’s Den

A Werewolf by Night Agere fic :3 

Tags: little!jack russel, cg!ted, babysitter!steven grant, babysitter!marc spector 

CW: Anxiety, fear, mild swearing Jack being really worried about Ted 

(This wasn’t requested, I just watched WWBN and was like “oh yeah that guys a regressor” and then wrote it lol)

Jack was bored. Sitting out in his little camp and waiting for Ted to get home had proved to be, while definitely safer than going out, terribly uneventful. It had been almost an hour since Ted had said he’d be back, so on top of all the boredom Jack was feeling a lot of anxiety for his friend. It was nothing new, Ted was late all the time, but what if he got hurt? What if someone took him away like last time? Jack wrapped his blanket tightly around himself, searching for the last of the firewood he had grabbed as the sun sunk lower and lower into the sky. The fire in front of him sputtered pitifully, the twigs and branches he’d found were damp from last night’s rain. Growling in frustration, Jack threw the branch he was holding away and sat down with a huff. It was never easy to do things when he regressed. He tried not to go fully little when Ted wasn’t around so that he could have some protection, but this time it hadn’t been entirely voluntary. He had gotten spooked by a twig breaking nearby and in his alertness and fear had begun to slip and hadn’t been able to stop himself. 

So now he crossed his arms huffily, watching as the sun set behind the horizon and the night noises began. It was a bit scary, being all alone in the dark, open area of their camp, but Jack knew he could defend himself. He just had to be a little bit bigger first. So Jack started to try everything he could think of to make himself big again: taking off his blanket, drinking the leftover coffee sludge from that morning, even slapping himself a little, but none of it seemed to work. He started to panic. What if a bear came? What if another monster showed up and wanted his territory? What if Ted came back and was mad at him- 

A twig snapped just outside Jack’s camp. 

“Shit.” A voice hissed.

Jack dove into his little lean to, pulling his blanket up and over his head as he burrowed deeper under it, trying to make himself smaller and less noticeable. He let out a shaky breath as he heard footsteps, quiet at first but then louder and louder until they stopped just by his barely smoldering fire. A pause. A sigh. “Yes, Marc, I know… No, he’s still here, wouldn’t have left the fire burning with no one to put it out… Well I don’t know, maybe because he lives in a forest? I mean, his house is a bloody hut made of sticks for christ’s sake, it could’ve burned down!” The voice was British, and the pauses almost made it seem like he was talking to someone on the phone. The conversation went on like that for a while, reply, pause, reply, pause, until finally Jack got up the courage to peek at the man in front of his lean too. From where he was pressed to the ground, all Jake could see was a pair of nice, white shoes that looked like they didn’t have a speck of dust on them, which was odd for someone walking through the forest. Then the shoes turned to face the lean too, and Jack retreated back under his blanket, shivering slightly from the cold.  

“Look, this is stupid, we’re not trying to sneak up on him or anything… I’m just going to call him.” The voice started, pausing and chuckling quietly before beginning to call out, “Jack! Jack Russell! It’s alright mate, we’re not here to hurt you. Your friend sent us, the big one with the squid face? Yeah, he just wanted us to check in, see how you– no, Marc I don’t think I should be quieter,  what if he’s really far– okay that’s a fair point but– can you let me speak please?” 

At the mention of Ted, Jack shot up from under his blanket, causing the voice to scream a bit in shock. “Ted?” He asked, walking towards the man in his camp, who was wearing a funny mask and white suit. Weird for the forest, Jack thought in the back of his head.” “Wh– yeah, Ted!” The man said, backing away as Jack continued to walk towards him. “You uh, you must be Jack then?” 

“Where?” Jack said, stopping and staring at this strange man. The other man paused, put his hands up and took a deep breath. “He’s okay, just a little tied up right now. He wanted me to make sure you were okay while he was away.” Jack tilted his head to the side and frowned, trying hard to keep the quiver out of his lip. “So… not comin’ back?” He asked quietly, his frown deepening when the man shook his head. “Not yet, sorry mate.” He said, shrugging his shoulders with a slightly confused expression. Jack nodded, sitting down heavily on the floor and pulling his knees to his chest, trying to hide the tears that were welling up in his eyes. He didn’t need whoever this stranger was seeing him like this, he was too vulnerable. The camp lapsed into awkward silence as the man stood, rubbing the back of his neck as Jake sniffled quietly. “I’m Steven, by the way.” The man said hesitantly. Jack nodded into his arms and made what Steven assumed was meant to be a wave. 

In the silence, Steven looked over the campsite. It looked quite neat for an outdoor camp, but blankets and little dolls seemed to be placed haphazardly around, some hanging from clothes lines and some just spread across the floor. The dolls were small, handcrafted things with messily sewn clothes that seemed to be made from old scraps, things no one would ever use so they just got thrown away. Messy pictures also hung from the clothesline, pictures of a big green bush looking thing next to a dog, pictures of paw prints, pictures all made in crayon that looked like they were made by a child– oh. Steven looked down at Jack, eyes widening slightly as the pieces fell into place. 

“Marc,” Steven said, making sure to keep this conversation in his head so he didn’t upset Jack anymore. “I think he’s little.” 

“Are you sure?” Marc’s voice sounded in the back of his head, just like it always did. “Maybe they just have a kid who lives here too.”  

“Marc, look at him. He’s literally curling in on himself.”  

On the ground, Jack was in fact trying to make himself smaller, tucking his head between his knees and wrapping arms around himself, effectively turning into a little ball as he failed to hide his sniffling. Marc sighed. “Well what do you think we should do?” He asked. Steven paused, thinking it over. “Well,” He started, “we can’t just leave him here. Somebody needs to stay with him.” Steven could almost feel the way Marc was rolling his eyes. “And by someone you mean us, right?” Steven nodded, smiling slightly at Marc's groan of annoyance. “Who else?” 

Slowly, Steven knelt down, taking off his mask and smiling at Jack. “Hey, it’s alright mate. Ted’s a big guy, I’m sure he’ll be just fine!” He said gently. Jack looked up at him, his eyes glassy and his nose running. “Yeah,” he said hoarsely, “bu’ what about me?” Steven blinked in surprise. “You?” He said gently, “It looks like you’ve been doing a fine job taking care of yourself to me.” Jack wiped his nose and looked up at Steven skeptically. “R–really?” Steven nodded, smiling as he sat down fully on the ground. The corner of  Jack’s mouth twitched upwards in a hesitant smile and he picked up a stick, drawing little doodles in the dirt. “Thanks, I guess…” He sniffled. Steven sighed and looked around, taking another slow survey of the camp. 

The fire was going out, so he’d probably have to go grab some more wood if he wanted to keep them both warm, but he was hesitant to leave Jack alone. “Hey, want to come get wood with me?” He asked. Jack squinted at him suspiciously. “You’re not gonna kidnap me, right?” He questioned. Steven laughed and stood up, walking towards the surrounding trees. “No, mate, I’m not gonna kidnap you. I just thought you might want to help is all.” Jack hesitated before rising and starting to search for wood. 

That was… Nice. Marc said inside their head. Steven nodded, staring into the fire tiredly. “Yeah, it was.” He yawned, almost feeling Marc’s eyebrow raise. I could take over for a bit, he offered, if you’d like to get some rest. Steven nodded. “Just wake me when Ted gets here, yeah?” He said, closing his eyes slowly. Will do. Rest well Steven. Was the last thing Steven heard before he drifted off, content with his day's work.

Shortly after the two had a nice fire going, warm enough that it stopped Jack’s shivering and made him look more comfortable than before. Steven made small talk (favorite color? Animal? Movie?) and the two stayed up until well after the sun had set, the elder telling stories and the younger giggling whenever he would exaggerate. The night came to an end when Jack began to yawn, and Steven helped him into the lean to, piling blankets onto him to make sure he didn’t freeze and ruffling his hair. “Night Jack, sleep tight.” He whispered. “Nini Steven, thank you for watchin’ me.” Jack mumbled sleepily. Steven smiled and moved back outside to wait for Ted. 

[kyurochurro]

to BARKLY go where no PET has GONE BEFORE!!!!1!

[victorian-nymph]

Terrible shirts I saw and john carpenters slut trilogy kurt russell characters

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Big Trouble in Little China (1986)

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i fucking love it when people draw the turtles wagging their tails. my god. there's nothing better.

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[pokimoko]

Would you perhaps be able to do an AceFlux dog 🥺🙏(if you're still doing the pride requests ofc fhdgdgdg)

Of course I can do that! Here's an (absolutely not inspired by my own lil' critter whom I love and adore) ace-flux dog for you!

[astralbondpro]

Big Trouble in Little China (1986) // Dir. John Carptenter

[faunandfloraas]

"is seungmin pochacco? is he pompompurin? is he cinnamoroll?" brother, seungmin's any lil cute dog you want him to be

[yodaprod]

1986

[mikazureart]

Werewolf Jake

[seaquestions]

more furry hockey league drawings. transcript of the relationship chart below ↓

conor about blake: obsessed with him since he was 16. deeply jealous. WANTS to win against blake. NEEDS (instinctual) to hurt him. blake about conor: whiplash at the way conor acts around him vs everyone else. pretends to be weirded out but that's a blatant lie, he's very into it lol.

blake about lucas: best friend by default. "it's normal to be a little obsessed with your goalie." lucas about blake: likes that blake is comfortable enough around him to be the arrogant bitch he rly is.

lucas about emil: grew up together, ex-teammates. doesn't want to see him ever again, but will still respond to texts & act like nothing's wrong. emil about lucas: he misses lucas a lot. totally oblivious to the fact that he contributed to lucas' destroyed self-esteem. just wants to be boy best friends again.

emil about conor: trying to get conor to get out of his shell & be less anxious all the time. happy to not be the youngest anymore. conor about emil: follows him around like a lost puppy. road trip roomies. a little scared of him, but it's ok.

emil about blake: YOU!!! blake about emil: who?

[polepositioned]

EDDIE IRVINE

[ edmund irvine jr, born november 10th 1965, is a former racing driver from northern ireland. he competed in formula one between 1993 and 2002, and finished runner-up in the 1999 world drivers' championship, driving for scuderia ferrari. ] [ @cortinanights ]

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Big Trouble in Little China - art by Ise Ananphada (2020)

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brony? 💅🏻 3.0