#pat labrador

[standreamy]

My piece for @BlueyFanzine ! I wanted to focus on the found family theme, so here a post-"The Sign" scenario. Moving companies cost a lot so, overjoyed by their staying, all the neighbors join helping the Heelers moving back in! And after the hard work, a big curry feast!

I wanted to add more references but didn't have enough time sadly.

[mathlover31415]

[sco07ut]

furry au part 3. a trinity of furry ghosts

part 1 + 2

[pitconfirm]

the pain of only seeing logan’s appeal after all has been said and done… I’m sorry world

[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

The house still smells of Eddie, even though he left an hour ago. One hour that had Buck simply standing in the middle of the room, overwhelmed by memories and the lingering scent of a tangy aftershave, as if it’s imprinted in the wallpaper. The paintings on the walls seem to stare at him, just like the odds and ends. It’s just not his yet, Buck knows that without opening the door to Chris’s room, behind which nothing has changed even though it’s been empty now for a long time. He still needs to put his mark on this house, like he did with the loft, and he’s got some ideas, even without tearing down a wall. 

Buck wanders around hardware stores, choosing paint, protective sheets and brushes; he’s smiling when he passes pet supply aisles. His thoughts revolve not only around his couch, which he definitely wants to take to Eddie’s house, but also around possible places for a dog bowl. Everyone finds the idea of taking pieces of furniture into a fully furnished house strange. But it's not just any couch. He took a long time to choose this piece, as if it were somehow symbolic, and… Tommy slept on it. Sometimes at night, when his leg kept him awake, Buck would limp down to the kitchen and make himself some tea, and then he would sit in the armchair next to the sofa and stare at its outline in the dark, as if he wished there was still a hollow from the night Tommy slept on it. 

He doesn't tell anyone about it, nor does he mention that sometimes he lies on the couch and tries to catch a whiff of Tommy, although it has evaporated much faster than Eddie's aftershave in his house. He knows exactly what everyone would say: that he needs to look ahead. It's just odd that no one said this when he took over Eddie's house. Everyone smiled and patted him on the back and thought it was convenient. And although Eddie hinted at it a bit, no one suspected that he only wanted the house to somehow be close to his friend who was more than a thousand miles away. Buck is taking a remembrance of Tommy into a house that’s a remembrance of Eddie; he’s aware of that and it’s his choice. And now, to some extent, it’s his house too, a place where he can have a dog and as many memories as he wants. 

Buck is painting the walls and ceilings, and on every day off he comes up with something new that he needs from the hardware stores. He meets salespeople and other customers, and everyone has good advice for him, so he drives further and further out to find the things they recommend; things he absolutely needs to keep the house in good condition. The point at which he no longer renovates the house to maintain it for Eddie but because he wants to feel comfortable in it himself is like finally reaching a mountain top, and Buck stays up there for a while and enjoys the view. Now he's buying skirting boards and new lamps and a stylish medicine cabinet for the bathroom. He removes the old one, but now he needs new screws and wall plugs for the new one, and as he snatches the car keys and leaves the house, he whistles to himself like a man who’s got work to do and is happy with it. 

However, not a hundred percent happy, as he realizes when he passes the dog supplies again. Eyes and fingers roam over bowls in which names can be engraved.  He clutches dog leashes, in his mind's eye already in some meadow, the likes of which L.A. hardly offers. 

Next to him, someone clears his throat and finally says, “Didn't know you had a dog.”

Seeing Tommy is like opening a window; everything is suddenly much brighter, somehow more realistic. He's looking well, some time has passed, but he’s still looking great. 

“I don't,” says Buck, “not yet. But hey, I'm living in Eddie's house now. I'm s-seriously considering it. A beagle maybe, or a l-labrador?”

He’s not stuttered in weeks, and now he’s oversharing; to Tommy of all people. Tommy, who left and didn’t call and didn’t text, who didn’t explain. He didn’t have to, because Buck knows he’s a handful. 

Tommy scrunches his nose, “You’re living with Eddie?” he asks, somewhat confused. “Something wrong with the loft?”

“Not with Eddie, at Eddie's house. Eddie moved to Texas. W-wait, you don't know?”

“No,” says Tommy, nothing more, as if that explained anything. As if he wasn't the type to explain things, but to assume that people just know. 

Buck’s tongue carries answers, words like that Eddie maybe had too much to do, was too preoccupied with himself and Christopher, but he swallows them. Maybe Eddie’s just not the kind of person to maintain friendships. That's a painful thought. Tommy just stands there, waiting or just being polite, as you would when meeting old acquaintances. A shopping basket dangles from his left arm, and Buck points at it and says, “You’re renovating?”

“You too, I guess,” Tommy replies, pointing to the pile of stuff in Buck's shopping cart. Then, hastily, as if afraid of his own courage, he adds, “Do you need help?”

There’s the hint of a blush in the soft flesh of Tommy's neck. Buck remembers occasions when that color appeared, and he almost has to force himself not to reach out and touch it. Tommy's expression is also familiar to him; for a moment it feels like looking into a mirror. The insecurity, the hint of hope in his eyes; Buck knows how quickly it will die. Maybe he's reading too much into it, maybe there's nothing there. But if he's going to make a fool of himself, he might as well do it in front of Tommy. 

“Do you know how to install ceiling spotlights?” 

Tommy arches a brow, “Depends on the ceiling.”

Buck, lost in thought, fixes his gaze on the curve of Tommy’s lips, but that doesn’t help a bit.

“I'm not s-sure,” he goes, and for now, he actually has forgotten the type of the house’s ceiling. Maybe it’s wood, or styrofoam, or cotton wool like his mind. 

“Well,” Tommy drawls, “to be honest, I don't remember either. Do you want me to come over and take a look? I'm not the greatest electrician, but I think I can manage.”

Then he fixes Buck with a look that says so much without saying it, and Buck wants to believe what he reads into it. Because Tommy says, “If you want me to.”

“I do,” he answers, and he means it. 

AO3 version | All my BuckTommy on AO3

[salty-autistic-writer]

Happy birthday Kath! @weewoowings ❤️

Buck is in love with his boyfriend.

You can't not notice that. Especially not if you’re a member of the 118.

* “That’s it,” Chimney says dryly. “From now on there’s a limit of how often you can mention Tommy in a single shift.”

“Hey!” Buck says, blushing. “It’s not like I’m talking about my boyfriend all the time.”

“Yes, you do,” everyone says at the same time.

“And you have no filter when it comes to him,” Chimney mutters, crossing his arms over his chest. “The things I heard! The pictures you put in my head! The audacity…”

“Hey, it’s not my fault Tommy is so hot, cool and interesting,” Buck says, shrugging. “I finally have a boyfriend who can lift me, carry me and throw me on the bed, how am I supposed to not talk about him?”

Everybody groans.

“Is there anything Tommy can’t do?” Ravi asks innocently, ignoring Hen’s and Chimney’s glare.

Buck takes a deep breath. And goes on.

* “You are doing it again, aren’t you?” Eddie asks, raising a knowing brow.

“Hm?” Buck takes another picture of the helicopter that’s flying past above them, squinting, trying to zoom in as close as possible.

“You're going to send this to Tommy in a second, asking him is that you, babe? ,” Eddie says dryly.

“Of course, I'm going to ask him. I have a badass boyfriend flying cool helicopters after all,” Buck says cheerfully, typing: Is this you, babe? and sending the picture to Tommy. It’s not as blurry as the last ten ones.

One day, Tommy is going to answer yes. And Buck is not going to be able to contain himself.

He gasps when his phone vibrates a few moments later. Tommy sent him a picture of a happy labrador, together with a text: No, that’s not me :(, but look, I met your twin today! ;) 

Buck giggles and sends Tommy five kissy emojis.

“Oh for God’s sake,” Eddie mutters, looking over Buck’s shoulder and seeing Tommy sending ten hearts back. “Why do you two have to be so disgustingly cute?”

“Hey, be happy it’s not his dick this time!” Buck says and smirks, putting his phone away and patting Eddie’s back.

“How could I ever forget about that,” Eddie mutters and sighs heavily. “It’s still burned into my mind. And I still don’t understand how he could send it to me. Just because Eddie starts with E like Evan?! Maybe you should get him to wear reading glasses after all. Please do. The potential of this happening again is too much.”

* “Firefighter Buckley.” “Firefighter pilot Kinard.”

Buck is clearly trying hard to maintain a professional distance while buzzing with excitement about finally meeting his boyfriend during a call.

They do manage to focus on the job. At least until there’s no danger left and all civilians are taken care of. After that, no one can miss the longing glances they throw at each other. It’s just a matter of time really.

“So. See you later,” Tommy says, half-smiling and wringing his hands.

“Yeah,” Buck nods, his eyes wide and shiny. “Later.”

They should be ready to leave. Tommy should go back to the chopper. Buck should return to the truck.

But they are still hesitating. And to the surprise of absolutely no one, they move at the same time, bodies all but colliding, lips pressing together, hands reaching for hips and hums escaping as they kiss passionately.

“Get a room, you two!” Chimney calls and cackles.

Hen snorts and rolls her eyes. She’s not surprised at all when Eddie tells her, “Tommy is just as obsessed with Buck by the way. He literally can’t stop talking about him when we meet up. They behave like teenagers with a crush, but imagine teenagers stuck in bodies built like brick walls.” *

The face of the grumpy deliveryman is hidden behind the biggest and most colourful flower bouquet Hen has ever seen in her life. She knows before she hears the words. “Those are for … Evan?”

“Buck!” Hen calls, lips twitching. “You got a delivery from your man!”

“What?” Buck approaches curiously, wiping his hands with a towel, a splotch of oil smeared on his cheek. He freezes and gasps, his eyes widening. “No.”

“Yes,” Hen says, smiling.

Buck blushes. Like strawberries and cream. It’s cute. He carefully takes the bouquet, taking a sniff, shaking his head. “No one ever got me flowers,” he says, voice shaking. “It’s not even a special day.”

Every day is special when you’re in love , Hen thinks to herself, still smiling.

Chimney whistles and takes a picture with his phone. “Aw. This is like straight out of some cheesy romance movie. I have to show Maddie.”

“Is there even a vase big enough for this monster?” Eddie asks teasingly. “You probably have to put them into the sink to water them.”

“Guess everything is big when it comes to Tommy,” Ravi murmurs, ducking to avoid another glare from Chimney and Hen. *

“Is that Tommy’s hoodie?” Hen asks when Buck appears at the station one morning, still yawning and his eyes clouded with leftover sleepiness.

The auburn is not Buck’s colour. And it’s worn out, carrying the signs of a beloved comfort item.

Buck chuckles. “Oh. Oops. Yeah. Uh, I spent the night at his house and … Well. This somehow happened,” he says, fidgeting with the hem of the hoodie, his face flushing lightly.

Hen smiles. She feels the sudden need to tell Buck something. “Buck. I hope that no matter how much we tease or joke, you do know that we are very happy for you two.”

“Yeah. I know,” Buck says, nodding. “You know, I think that this relationship … It’s going to work out this time. It’s different. I … I can’t really describe what it is. But I can feel it. You know what I mean?”

“Yes,” Hen says gently. “I know. Happiness looks good on you, Buck.”

Buck smiles, but his eyes fill with anxious seriousness. “I just hope I can trust it this time, you know? I want to. I hope I can trust myself to not mess this up.”

“Just listen to your heart, Buck. And remember that no one is perfect. Tommy and you are adults with adult issues. Each relationship has rocky roads. And there will be clouds. But as long as you’re being honest to each other, they will pass.”

Buck nods, expression thoughtful. “Thanks, Hen. Oh, uh, by the way, Tommy always says that he’s grateful he got to know you at the exactly right time of his life because he needed a verbal kick in the ass. So thanks for that too.”

“That time wasn’t easy for all of us,” Hen says, remembering. “But we managed to grow together. That’s the important thing. Now let’s get some coffee before all hell breaks loose.” *

“Hey, Tommy,” the whole 118 says when Tommy comes by the station in a free moment, hugging Buck and commenting on how delicious the lasagna smells.

“Sit and have some,” Bobby tells him, nodding at a free chair.

“Thanks,” Tommy says quietly, a whole spectrum of emotions hidden in a single word. His eyes meet with Hen’s and she smiles at him, nodding barely noticeable. Telling him that he can have this. That he is part of this family.

Tommy sits, his shoulder nudging Buck’s.

The 118 eats, talks and laughs.

And it feels like it’s meant to be this way. Like an invisible string connects the past with the present, leading to the future.

(AO3 Link)

[songmingisthighs]

[12.33] poly!golden retriever!yunho × black lab!mingi × reader

⇀ where your pup boyfriends are just so... them...

⇁ @khjcs LOOK WHAT YOU DID AMY and @starlitmark I MADE IT QIEBDJDND

genre : hybrid!au, poly!au

wc : 1.1k

warning : none

Usually you'd spend the weekend just lounging around, being lazy with your two overgrown pups of boyfriends but unfortunately you had errands to run because work took up the majority of your time on the weekdays so all appointments had to be pushed to Saturday and Sunday.

Though your boyfriends are golden retriever and black labrador hybrids, you were the one who woke up first at the sound of your alarm. But as you moved to turn your alarm off, an arm snaked around your waist and a face was nuzzled into your stomach affectionately.

"What are you doing?" Yunho grumbled as he tightened his grip around your body. You cursed at yourself silently for not being careful when you reached over Yunho to get to your phone. "Sorry Yuyu, go back to sleep," you hushed him, patting his head gently to lull him back to sleep which seem to work because his eyes fluttered his eyes close and his grip around you loosen. With Yunho back asleep, you carefully get out of the bed but still managing to accidentally nudge Mingi's leg slightly, causing his ears to twitch and head shot up in alert. He said nothing as he blinked confusedly at you but after some time of you and he just staring at each other in silence, his eyes drooped and he fell back asleep. With that, you were able to escape and take a shower.

It didn't take long for you to shower but when you opened the bathroom door, you nearly shrieked and slipped when you were greeted with the sight of your boyfriends in the hallway. Yunho was sat with his back on the wall and Mingi had his head on Yunho's lap, fast asleep while Yunho's eyes opened at the sound of you coming out of the bathroom.

"What are you two doing here? You should be in bed," you pouted, crouching down in front of the two to cup Yunho's face in your hands. He smiled and shook his head, "I wanna see you before you leave," then Yunho looked down momentarily at Mingi, "He said he doesn't like the cold bed," and you chuckled at that because it was so incredibly a Mingi thing to say. But still, your boyfriends needed more rest because of their own jobs and you would prefer to see them well rested. So you stood up and motioned for Yunho to grab your hands so you could pull him up and with the movement, Mingi slowly stood up and pressed his face onto your shoulder, having to bend his body due to the height difference and the fact that he was barely conscious. "Back to bed," he mumbled, tugging you along to your shared bedroom only to hear you chuckle and felt you shaking your head, "No baby, you go back to sleep with Yunho, I have somewhere to go to," you patted him on the back as you waved Yunho close to your huddle. Yunho happily wrapped his arms around you and Mingi and you couldn't help but giggle when you got a peek of their wagging tails. "I'll be back sometime later so you boys get some rest, don't forget to eat, be good, and I'll see you soon, okay?"

Once you saw them nod at your words (Yunho with understanding and Mingi with sadness), you gave them both long kisses on their heads and shooed them back into your shared room, patting their butts affectionately before leaving the apartment once they were settled and you were fully ready to go.

The whole time you were gone doing your errands, you couldn't help but kept a look into your home CCTV from time to time, curious at what the boys were doing. At 10:27, Yunho emerged from the room and immediately planted his butt on the couch, trying to regain some consciousness. At 10:43, Mingi joined Yunho in the living room but instead of sitting on the couch, he spread his blanket and plopped a pillow that looked suspiciously a lot like yours and laid in the middle of it. Then at 11:38, you saw that Yunho and Mingi were lying side by side in the little blanket nest that looked a bit messier than before, talking about what they were going to do until you come back home. At 12:49, you looked into the living room CCTV only to find your boyfriends missing but as you moved the camera, you saw Yunho heating up the leftovers from last night and just as you were about to look for Mingi, his face popped up in the whole frame, almost causing you to drop your phone and scream in public. "I KNOW YOU'RE THERE LOOKING AT US (Y/N) COME BACK HOME, COME BACK HOME NOW PLEASE I WANT YOU HOME, I NEED YOU HOME," he yelled into the camera before getting pushed aside by Yunho who grinned happily at the camera, "Don't mind him baby! You go do your stuff, okay? I miss you! I love you! We're gonna have lunch soon!" It was a good thing that you got a camera that allows you to talk into it because you could see the food he was heating on the stove was starting to smoke and both of your boyfriends were still too focused with the camera. "Yunho, baby! The food!" Thankfully, Yunho zoomed to tend to the food and Mingi got distracted by the chaos so you were able to leave them be.

Your errands ended at around 2 pm and by 2.31, you were already walking back into the apartment.

"I'm home!" You called out as you took off your shoes and by the time your shoe was neatly stored, you heard heavy pads of feet getting louder before you were suddenly pulled into a warm embrace and spun around. Though you were busy squealing and giggling, you were still able to identify that it was Yunho who had greeted you first.

"You're back! You're home!" He said happily as he placed you down and began peppering your face with kisses. If all the affection and skinship didn't make you giddy, surely seeing his tail wagging nonstop with such power that you thought it was going to create a tornado.

Upon letting you go, Yunho stuck by your side quietly, tailing after you as you grab a drink from the fridge, helping you grab a mug and just let you have your time before settling down with you on the couch. As soon as your ass hit the cushion and you finished taking a gulp, Yunho pulled you into his arms and nuzzled your cheek with his.

"I'm so glad you're back now," he sighed happily, like the lovesick... well, puppy he is. You chuckled and patted his fluffy hair in return of his very adorable confession, "I'm glad to be home too, Yuyu. I sae you heating up lunch so I assume you and Mingi had eaten?" He nodded, still not letting go of you, "So what have you two been doing?" "Gaming mostly. Actually, Mingi is-"

As if on cue, your other boyfriend came out of the room designated for his and Yunho's gaming and other nerd things (that you lowkey took pride of as well), grumbling and stomping until he flopped down on the floor with his face on the ground. He looked adorable with his flopped ears and limp tail, seemingly trying to become one with the hardwood floor in his despair.

"I miss (y/n), I miss (y/n), I miss (y/n), I miss (y/n), I miss (y/n), I miss (y/n), GOD, I miss (y/n)," he babbled to himself, not realizing that you had came home. You tried suppressing your laughter while Yunho raised an eyebrow at him, "What are you talking about?" Mingi huffed as he proceeded to lift his upper body from the floor, adjusting his own body position to glare at Yunho only to realize that you were sitting on the couch, looking at him with such fond eyes. "(Y/N)!" he screeched before practically leaping into your arms, carelessly throwing his body on you and Yunho who got kneed in the stomach. His scolds towards Mingi fell on deaf ears because despite being nagged that he should have been more careful, Mingi was too busy trying to fit himself in your lap while smothering you with kisses as he told you time and time again how much he missed you.

Never would you have ever known that being suffocated to death with affection was better than, well, anything else. And you have your two excitable boyfriends to thank.

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[thisisutl]

The real dog that inspired Ghost Trick's "Missile".

As many people on Tumblr have already pointed out, Ghost Trick is a game that is best experienced going in fully-blind. It offers amazing puzzle-based gameplay, a charming cast of characters and a unique story with plenty of twists and turns that will leave you both stunned and fulfilled by the end. My one true regret with the game is that I can't experience it for the first time again.

So, in trying to hype up the game for its release on Steam, Switch, Playstation and XBox, I decided to go for a novel approach: Instead of gushing about the game and potentially spoiling it for you, I will instead offer some facts about the real-life dog that inspired one of the game's most memorable characters. Knowing those facts won't spoil the game for you and will in fact make you appreciate its story a whole lot more, so feel free to reblog away, adding any facts that I might have missed about the game's Charismatic Cheerful Capable Caring Canine.

You know… This adorable little guy: 

Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Missile Takumi!

Missile was a pomeranian Puppy adopted by Shu Takumi on 2007. He was named after a dog appearing in Gyakuten Saiban 1 (aka Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney 1). The dog in the original game was a throwaway gag, not essential in the overall game’s story. The real-life  little pomeranian however proved to be an essential part of Shu Takumi’s life.

(Source)

(More facts after the break)

Missile was Shu Takumi’s best friend. The little doggie was always there for him, always available to lift his spirits with a cheerful bark when he was feeling down and always offering a friendly paw even in the gloomiest of circumstances. Missile was a truly loyal friend, offering unconditional love and friendship, helping Shu Takumi get over even the most difficult of times.

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So when time came to make Ghost Trick, a game about ghosts, regrets, mystery, loyalty, friendship and ultimate redemption, it was perfectly natural for Shu Takumi to give his best little friend a part in the story.

The game’s developers didn’t initially want to put Missile in the game. They didn’t have a problem with putting a dog as a character, they had a problem with the fact that the dog was a Pomeranian and they would have problems animating his fur in-game. Shu Takumi however insisted and eventually, after meeting the little doggie and falling under its charm, the developers relented into putting him in the game in all his Pomeranian glory.

(Image from lparchive)

Not only did they put him in the game, in fact, they went above and beyond in capturing his charm perfectly. They studied his moves and mannerisms, in order to get his movements down pat.

(Image from lparchive)

Missile’s iconic in-game bark was actually a recording of sound-designer’s Nobuyuki Shimizu Labrador Retriever who was coincidentally also named Missile! Shu Takumi wanted to record his own Missile, but Shimizu-san also wanted to put a part of his own dog in the game and Takumi eventually relented.

So, yeah, Missile in the game was voiced by Missile. Just not THE Missile.

In order to make up for not recording his own dog for the game Shu Takumi made a “character song” for Ghost Trick’s Missile:. 

Yes, those barks you hear in the song are recordings of THE Missile, no substitutes this time! This is how the little Pomeranian used to bark!

The song was made to celebrate Ghost Trick’s 3rd year release anniversary and even though the song talks about Ghost Trick’s Missile, a lot of the behaviors mentioned in the lyrics (such as Missile’s tendency to climb on the sofa and then needing help to get back down) are things that Takumi’s pomeranian friend used to do.

The song was later remade by CAP-JAMS and included in the soundtrack of the 2023 remaster of the game.

And, yes, the original Missile’s barks are still there.

If it’s not perfectly clear, Shu Takumi really wanted to tell everyone how awesome his little dog was. He made the little dog an essential part of Ghost Trick and stealthily  made the world, at least that small part of it that played Ghost Trick, fall in love with him.

Ghost Trick was released under critical acclaim, even receiving a nomination for Gamespot’s Best 2011 Puzzle Game, but the fact that it was released near the end of the DS’s lifespan and a lackluster advertising campaign made it 2011’s “Best Game You’ve Never Played”.

The game, however, slowly gained a cult following and within that following, the story of Missile resonated with everyone and became one of its standout points. He might not have been the player-character but he was definitely the show-stealer.

(To tell any more would be going into spoiler territory, but seriously go buy and play Ghost Trick any way you can. It really deserves a bigger audience).

So beloved was the little dog in fact that when Ace Attorney was eventually adapted into an anime, the animators couldn’t resist putting him into episodes 13 and 30 of the first and second season respectively. In fact, in the anime Missile was indirectly responsible for the “class trial” incident that shaped Naruhodo/Wright’s life.

Before you ask, no, Missile was not voicing himself this time (something about working with animals and children). He was voiced by Tomokazu Seki in the Japanese version and by Kyle Hebert in the English dub. Still a nice tribute to Takumi’s little doggie.

One final Missile fact that I can’t find a proper segway for is that Missile also got along surprisingly well with Wagahai and Sankichii, the cats that later also entered the Takumi household, though, the way Takumi tells this, it was the cats that called the shots more often than not. 

Missile passed away on the 10th of November 2018. The way Shu Takumi puts it, the valiant little doggie waited for him to return from the US, to spend some final time with him before passing on. We don’t know the exact details just that it was sudden and unexpected.

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Missile is no longer with us, but his memory lives on. He will always be remembered by Shu Takumi as the friend that always was by his side… and always will be with him.

…and he will always be remembered by the gaming community as the little Pomeranian that stole everybody’s hearts and made Ghost Trick a truly memorable experience.

MISSAIRU TONDEKE! 

(Missile’s Launched!)

[ellouchi]

Curly dating headcannons (sfw/gn)

Disclaimer: a little bit of angst (no post crash, that's for another time), mentions of Jimmy (for some people out there)

Side notes: Curly the man you are.... Genuinely would date him, like appearance aside he's so interesting and he's like a mature labrador that I wanna pat and teach tricks. Right, that aside, next hcs are either nsfw or something else entirely, my mood in unpredictable. As always let me know if there are any types of mistakes!

— I think it would take a looong time for you to get together romantically, Curly just lets things develop on their own, he rarely acts on his deeper, more personal feelings. He's not exactly in tune with himself (like most men). However, when Curly realises he has been developing feelings for you, romantic ones, it's literally hard not to notice you. You were pinning for this man for so long when all of the sudden, one day he comes with a big expensive bouquet of flowers inviting you on a date.

— Curly's confidence extends to his PDA, he's super smooth. As per other people's hcs, it's not too much but enough to establish for people that you two are dating. Mainly it's giving you a peck on your cheek or head, gliding his hand over your back and waist. This man is not particularly starved for touch, but gosh he feels blessed every time you play with his hair. Leans into your touch no matter what, a smile tugging on his lips involuntarily.

— as your relationship progresses, so does the usage of pet names. Dove, dear, angel, and love is a go-to for Curly. Gets shivers in a good way when you call him your captain, or if you're married, your husband (I have intense urge to write more, but that goes to marriage hcs).

— Curly carries that cowboy vibe (his favourite genres of music are country and old school rock). He definitely hums and sings some corny ass love songs under his breath when he approaches you or even thinks about you. Please sing along, and if you're shy, he will encourage you (I hc that "Let's Ride into the Sunset Together" by Jerry and Don Burnham is his favourite song you can't change my mind).

— Curly, if you got married before his work at Pony Express, commutes back home with the thoughts akin to "I can't wait to spend the evening with my beautiful spouse", yes he will be this corny. If you're the one coming late, Curly would complete the hardest or your least favourite chores and cook supper for you. It's not a big deal to him, plus you're coming home to relax and recharge. It also gives you more time to spend together; simply lazing on the couch sounds fantastic too.

— Curly is a morning person, gets up at 4 a.m. to exercise and get ready for the day. Getting up with you is wonderful, but he loves to wake up first. There is just something so homey with the way you're tucked into the comforter, snuggling to his side. Curly will spend a good minute just admiring you. This is one the favourite things in your relationship that he treasures deeply.

— now onto the food: Curly cooks the best breakfasts, period. Anything he does with eggs is to die for. But don't worry if you don't like them — Curly will come up with another dish for you specifically! His other specialty are sandwiches: he practised so much he could be considered a master of them. Guess who makes you work lunches with cute tupperware? All your colleagues are jelly as hell.

— if you cook, Curly eats EVERYTHING, like the plates are empty, no crumbs nor sauce. Even if it's food that he's not used to, he will chew on it thoroughly and give you a thumbs up. Fortunately, Curly has very "domestic" taste, nothing sophisticated required for him to shower you will praise. You can make him mac and cheese and he would genuinely be happy. Takes up doing the dishes after your meals (god bless).

— Curly generally loves having you in his life. It's not necessary for you to spend every waking hour by his side or share the same enthusiasm for his hobbies. He loves you with his whole heart and he's grateful for getting to have you as his partner. Sharing a cozy living space, going out with you by his side, having long conversations or little sweet talks at night before falling asleep. This is what Curly lives for.

— following up the previous hc: Curly loves you no matter what (it's both concerning and reassuring). He thinks both negative and positive qualities make up your being. Unlike Jimmy, Curly would feed into your vices because he wouldn't consider this to be so impactful for you in the long run. Unconditional love has it's downs. With that said, if you actively try to better yourself — Curly is so proud of you. He really is. When you show him your growth or when he notices it on his own, he can feel his heart melt. His eyes may even become wet a little, Curly can get sentimental at times.

— give this man a chance to show you off and he will take it. Curly never has hard time saying what exactly he loves in you, from your personality to your appearance. If you attend any social gathering, he either holds your arm or has his arm held by yours. You have to fight the urge to look at him constantly because Curly can't just take his eyes off of you. Makes his friends either gush or groan at the sight.

— Curly loves you and means well, truly. You may have known each other for years, in marriage or not, but he would still have troubles opening up to you. It's because you're so close to each other, he cares so such for you he doesn't want to burden you with his inner conflicts. Curly should be happy, he's grateful for the things he has, and yet even with you he feels lost. The best thing you could do is show him that you care about him. If you support Curly and prove him that his feelings matter no less than yours, he would listen and try to be more forward with you. Therapy is also always a good option, and it's far easier to convince Curly to pick it up.

[localemofreak]

Jackson!Joel Miller is definitely the type of man to have an old ass fat labrador dog, and just sit on the porch with the dog while playing his guitar.

And when it’s getting dark he just pats the dog’s side and is like “alright let’s head inside bud.” in his little southern twang and heads inside while that fat old dog just waddles behind him..

And when I tell you he would love that dog with all of his fucking heart- spoil that little expired fat fuck.

I didn’t make the rules here 🤷‍♀️

[wooataes]

90 Days - Hybrid!BTS x Fem!Reader (Part Four)

Pairing: OT7 X Fem!Reader (Jin focused chapter)

Word Count: 2.1k

Characters: Wolf!Namjoon, Fox!Seokjin, Black Cat!Yoongi, Golden Retriever!Hoseok, Calico Cat!Jimin, Labrador!Taehyung, Bunny!Jungkook

Warnings: nothing, just pure fluff

Summary: All you want is for your new cat hybrid friend, his unwilling older wolf hybrid brother and his other 5 brothers to keep safe and warm during the winter.

A/N: After three years, I’m finally back with an update! I want to think all of you for your patience with getting this out, I’m excited to finally continue this story with you all!

- Taelor 🥰💜✨

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Day Seven

It has been almost a week since you decided to take in your hybrid friend Jimin and his 6 other hybrid pack mates into your care to keep them safe from the harsh winter settling in. The first snow has really set in within the last 2 days, which has resulted in the boys staying close by your side in the living room, snuggled by the fireplace and watching movies.

The boys have taken a liking to you, but none more than Jimin, Yoongi and surprisingly, Namjoon. Since Yoongi has been the one helping tend to you and essentially feeding you while your shoulder heals up, he has grown fond of your constant appreciation and gentle urging of your insistence that he didn’t need to help. Deep down, he knew he’d get a scolding from Jin if you were made to put any pressure or use of your injured arm. And Yoongi didn’t mind, anyway. You were like him in a way; quiet and introverted, but more animated with the people you were comfortable around. After lunch, at your urging, he is spending his afternoon snuggled up on the loveseat with Seokjin, watching a new series they both got hooked on.

Taehyung, Hoseok and Jungkook had taken it upon themselves to spend the day outside in the backyard and play in the fresh snow that had fallen overnight, after Seokjin’s permission of course, and with the promise to bundle up to keep warm. You were settled on the outdoor couch next to Jimin, who cuddled up against your side. Namjoon hummed to himself as he tended to the fire pit, the warmth keeping you all sated while the others played.

“Are you sure you’re not too cold? I can put more on the fire.” Namjoon frowned, looking at you as you laugh at the two pups engaging in a rough snowball fight.

“Joon, it’s fine, really.” You smiled before patting a cushion nearby. “Relax, why don’t you finish reading that novel I gave you out here? The others are having fun, you don’t need to keep an eye on them.”

“Then why are you out here, hm?” Jimin questioned, narrowing his eyes playfully at you.

“I’m out here because I enjoy watching your friends have fun, silly.” You grin, booping Jimin on the nose, giggling as he lets out a small squeak.

“Hey!” Taehyung shoots up from the makeshift wall he had created out of snow. “You’re our friend too, Y/N!” He pouts. Just as you’re about to respond, you burst out laughing as the Labrador gets hit in the face with a snowball by Hoseok.

“Gotcha!!” The golden retriever screams happily, running up to tackle Taehyung into the soft blanket of snow as they wrestle.

“Hyung,” Jungkook calls out, running to Namjoon as he points to the snowman behind him. “Look what I made!”

“That’s very nice, Kook.” The wolf smiles.

You watch as Jungkook’s cheeks turn pink, his ears flopping down to hide his blushing face. He is still very shy around you, but Jimin has promised that he knew you meant well and you would do anything to make them more comfortable. You’re surprised as the bunny takes a step towards you, eyes focused on the floor.

“Um.. Y/N?” He asks quietly, peeking through his ears at your questioning gaze. “You know.. you know how you said if we needed anything, we could ask you?”

“Of course, Jungkook.” You sat up, smiling sweetly at him. “What did you need to get?”

“Well, it isn’t for me.” He mumbled now, fiddling again with the pink scrunchie around his wrist. “It was actually for Jin-hyung.”

“Jin?” You tilt your head as the bunny nods quickly. “Of course. What is it?”

“Well…” he frowns, kicking at the ground. “He used to tell us that his birthday is usually around the start of winter, and I wanted to ask if I could buy a birthday gift for him.”

“It’s his birthday?” You gasp, smiling widely. “You absolutely can. Did you have anything in mind?”

“Umm.. it isn’t much but, he always tells us he loves soft things, like fluffy toys and stuff. Said it reminded him of his den at his old owner's place. I was thinking maybe something like that…”

“Don’t you worry, Bun.” You grin, rising from the couch. “I will get it all sorted okay?”

“You will?” Jungkook’s ears stood up once more, eyes wide. “But, it isn’t too much to ask right? You can say no, don’t feel like you have to-”

“Don’t be silly, Bun.” You smile, gently patting his arm. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t want to, okay?” He slowly nods his head as you reach up to ruffle his hair.

For your entire exchange, Jimin and Namjoon both sat side-by-side, watching the both of you talk.

“What do you think she’s going to do?” Namjoon murmurs to the feline, who simply smirks. He’s seen what you have done for regular customers on their birthdays through your shop window whenever he would lurk around for scraps. He can only imagine what’s going on through your head.

“Excuse me?!” Seokjin gasps, placing his hand on his chest. “I am dismissed for the evening? Don’t you know that YOU are the one who is supposed to be the patient?! What on earth am I meant to do? You’ve told me to do nothing all afternoon and now I’m expected to do it for the evening?!” He stomps his foot as Yoongi clears the plates from the dining room table and places them in the dishwasher, chuckling at his hyung’s dramatics.

“Ah ah ah, I won’t have it, mister!” You sass back, hand on your hip. “You’ve been working to the bone and fussing over me, and therefore I am making you and the rest of the boys settle in for the night in your rooms, I have some private phone calls I need to make!” You poke the fox’s shoulder with a playful smile.

“What happened to no rules?” Yoongi drawled, leaning his body against the counter, making Jin nod aggressively in agreement.

“Yeah!!” He waved his hand in Yoongi’s direction. “Are you going back on your word of no rules, huh?!”

“I’m allowed to have rules if it’s for my guest’s wellbeing.” You huff, jutting out your lower lip into a pout. “It’s only for tonight, and then you can help out around the house to your heart's content, okay?”

After a beat of silence, Seokjin concedes with a heavy sigh. “Fine. You win, but only for tonight. Okay?”

“Perfect.” You grin, patting him on the shoulder before pushing him and the other 6 hybrids to the staircase. “That means you too, Jimin.”

Jimin lets out a loud whine, his ears pressing to his head as he sulks against the handrail of the staircase. “Why me, Y/Nie? Why can’t I sleep down here with you?”

“Because, you’ve been living here for over a week and haven’t even tested out the bed I brought for you in your room.” You laugh, scratching behind his ear. “And I need to do something. Do you trust me?” You ask quietly, smiling gently as Jimin leans his head forward, nuzzling his nose against your cheek with a soft nod. “Good. It’s just for tonight, okay?”

“Mm’kay.” He grumbles, giving your cheek a final nuzzle before taking a waiting Jungkook’s hand, who smiled shyly towards you.

“Goodnight, guys.” You waved as the boys ascended the staircase to their rooms. Once they are out of your sight, you pull your phone out of your pocket and walk into the kitchen.

When Seokjin is woken up by two literal overgrown puppies jumping on his bed, he lets out a groan as he tries to pull the covers up over his head.

“JJWANNNNN!” Hoseok is barking, shaking the older man’s shoulder excitedly. “You gotta get up and come downstairs!”

“Why?” The Fox whined as he sat up, leaning against the headboard of his bed.

“There’s something downstairs for you, Hyung.” Namjoon is leaning against the door frame, the other 3 hybrids perched up excitedly behind him.

“I shouldn’t have come downstairs so early, but something smelt really good and I was hungry.” Taehyung grinned, pulling Jin by the hand down the stairs. “Look!”

Jin pauses halfway down the staircase as he sees down into the living room and dining area. There are over a dozen balloons scattered on the floor in every colour, a banner lining the fireplace that spells out ‘Happy Birthday!’ in Silver sparkles and a large wrapped up present sitting in the middle of the floor. In the dining area, he gasps as he sees an assortment of cupcakes with blue icing covering the table, and a single white envelope at the head of the table with party hats at each seat.

“What is all this..?” Jin asks quietly, tail swishing anxiously by his side.

“I told Y/N I wanted to get you a present for your birthday, hyung..” Jungkook mumbled shyly, looking around as they reached the bottom of the stairs. “I didn’t think that she’d go through all this though.”

“Y/N did this?” He looks over to the couch where you’re currently sleeping. Your hair has fallen out of its bun, glasses still sitting on the end of your nose and your shirt and even hands covered with small splotches of food dye.

“Y/N?” Jimin gently shakes your good shoulder as you finally come to.

“Jimin? What time is it?” You yawned, sitting up and rubbing at your eyes.

“It’s early.” He smiled, taking your hand and helping you up, Seokjin stepping in front of you.

“Y/N?” He asks, tail now in his hands. “Did you.. did you do this all for me?”

“Happy birthday, Jin!” You beam as the other hybrids watch from the staircase. “Jungkook told me your birthday is around this time, I couldn’t let a celebration go to waste!”

Jin just stares at you, blinking owlishly as his eyes gloss over. His silence invites you to continue, and you happily direct him over to the large box.

“It isn’t much that I could get on such a short notice, but open it!” You bite down on your lip as the others begin to gather around on the couch to watch him kneel down in front of the present. With one last look at you as you offer an encouraging nod, he reaches out and carefully tears the rainbow wrapping paper and opens the box.

Jin gasps as he sees a basket inside full of soft hybrid friendly nesting blankets, fluffy cushions and 7 large plush toys, each of them looking eerily similar to his pack.

“A little bunny told me that you had a den made back at your old home, so I thought I could get you some things that could help you build a nest here, and you can take them with you if you want to go anywhere else- OOF.” You grunt as you feel the Fox hybrid’s large body cover yours, his arm wrapping around your waist as his face buries into your neck.

“Thank you.” He mumbles against your skin, squeezing you closer to him. His tail brushes your leg and his long ears tickle your cheeks, but you just smile and let your arm hug around his shoulders. “Thank you, so so much.”

Seokjin can’t help but smile for the entire day, small giggles leaving his lips at every attempt you and the maknaes make at trying to stop him from working, insisting he is the birthday king for the day. He stays on the couch, wrapped in one of his brand new nesting blankets, eating more than his fair share of cupcakes donned in his polka dot party hat. It’s only when you gather the hybrids around the living room in their birthday gear, passing out more cupcakes and snacks for them to eat with your one good arm, singing happy birthday with Jimin in goofy voices that make the others laugh, is when Seokjin really thinks he could stay here with you forever. He wonders when the others will come around to the same conclusion.

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Blood: Rupert Campbell Black x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @pedrohoe04 @beingalive1 @just-a-harmless-patato @aureliacorvina

Companion piece to:

The PA - Rupert's new PA isn't like the others.

Bore Da Gold - Rupert discovers you have a secret.

Lord Ashbury - Rupert learns the truth about your relationship with Lord Ashbury.

The Siren's Call (NSFW) - Rupert can't resist temptation.

The Morning After - An unexpected guest derails Rupert's plans for the morning after.

It’s been two hours and Rupert’s still sitting in the kitchen awaiting your return. He sips from his third cup of tea as he attempts to focus on the newspaper in front of him, skimming the headlines, reading without seeing. He can’t stop thinking about last night,  your fingertips trailing over his skin in the lamplight, the tenderness of your kiss as he climaxed inside you…

A sudden, abrupt baying tears him from his thoughts and he’s on his feet in an instant because his dogs, they aren’t hunting dogs, every single one of them are rescues. They don’t cause a ruckus like this, not unless something is badly wrong.

Beaver is the first one to hurtle in when he opens the back door, his teeth lock onto Rupert’s navy blue jumper, trying to tug him over the threshold. On the lawn the other dogs are up in arms, howling their heads off as they pace across the grass in agitation. All except Wilbur, he’s nowhere to be seen. 

That dog…

He never leaves your side.

“Alright Beaver.” He mutters, patting the labrador’s rump. “Show me, show me where Clara is.”

Beaver takes off at a sprint, the other dogs following behind as Rupert races after them into the depths of the woodland. They take the trail you usually walk before veering off course, deeper into the greenery and up several of the ridges. Wilbur’s sharp, frantic barks echo from down the side of an embankment as the other dogs hover at the edge. He peers over the ridge and there you are lying at the bottom on your stomach, cheek pressed into the damp leaves as a dark stain spreads across them.

Your eyes are closed and your skin is pale, almost as white as the sweater you pulled on this morning. There’s blood  smeared across the log you’d struck on the way down and he thanks a God he has never believed in that you didn’t break your neck. Beside you Wilbur cuddles in as close as he can, alternating between licking your face and letting out long, mournful howls.  

By the time he lets out the next one Rupert’s already halfway down the embankment, his heart pounding in his chest as his boots slip in the same mud that caused the accident. He’d known as soon as he laid eyes on Roscoe’s filthy legs, that the spaniel had taken off after something in the woods, you must have chased after him, taken a tumble.

“Clara.” He whispers as he falls to his knees alongside of you. It’s worse close up, the tang of copper floods his mouth because the blood, there’s just so much of it, spattered across the leaves. “Oh Clara, my love.”

His hands are shaking as his fingers seek out your pulse. It thrums underneath the surface of your skin, fierce and steady despite how cold your flesh is to the touch. He rolls you onto your back, rubbing off the dirt embedded into the knitted chevrons of your jumper before he scoops you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest. Your head comes to rest against the place where his heart beats and he hopes you can hear it, that you know at this point it only beats for you.

Beside him Wilbur raises to his feet, shaking himself off before he trots in front of Rupert, guiding the way up the embankment, leading his two favourite people all the back to the safety of their home.

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[magicalbuttertarts]

I've seen the Pat McAfee "apology" video. I put apology like that because where was the apology?

We, as Canadians are booing your president, not the people. We are booing your government who has threatened to anex my country and make it the 51st state. Who is threatening our sovereignty.

We are not booing your military. Do not forget our soldiers and veterans have fought side by side, for over a 100 years.

Canada has been there for the states, and the States for Canada through out our history.

During the Halifax Explosion in 1917, Boston were some of the first people to help. That is why Halifax sends a massive Christmas tree each year to them.

During 9/11 when our Province of Newfoundland and Labrador took in the grounded planes.

We are not your enemy Pat McAfee.

[salty-autistic-writer]

Buck's dog meets Tommy's comfort cat On a Sunday in winter, three things happen at the same time. 

Max barks. Buck startles awake on the couch. A knock on the door - probably not the first one - makes him grimace.

Ugh. He didn’t forget about an appointment or some social event, did he?! While quickly running his fingers through his hair and hoping there aren’t any stains anywhere on his clothes, Buck scans through his mental notes, trying to find something he might have missed.

Nope. He’s not expecting any visitors today. Today. On his free weekend. Which he spent sleeping away for the most part. Wrapped in warm blankets. Because why not?

Getting up, shivering and suppressing a yawn, Buck pats his chocolate coloured labrador's head. “It’s okay, I’m sure a burglar won’t knock first,” he says teasingly. “Go and sit, tough guy.”

Max gives him a worried side-glance, but he does obey and sits down, his ears perked up and his tongue lolling as he stares at the door.

Buck opens it.

And almost closes it again, a sharp gasp escaping his throat. He double-checks because for a moment, he’s so sure his mind is playing tricks on him.

Tommy.

It’s Tommy.

Tommy is standing in front of the door, looking like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck, his mouth slightly open and his eyes widening in stunned realisation.

Buck blinks. And Tommy is still there. And … He doesn’t know what to say. Or do. His heart falls, then jumps up again, beating too fast.

It’s Tommy who breaks the silence.

“Uh. I was in the area. And … I thought I could give a key back to Eddie,” Tommy says, his shoulders hunched up and his fingers fidgeting with the key. His eyes flicker from Buck’s face down to his robe and his slippers. “I … I’m sorry. I should have texted or called first. I didn’t think you would -”

Before he can finish his sentence, Max comes running with a happy huff, his tail wagging wildly. He bumps headfirst into Tommy’s knee as if he’d never thought he might be a burglar or the postman. Buck isn’t surprised. He can train Max as much as he wants. There’s always going to be a big teddy inside him that wants to be cuddled and loved by every new human.

“You have a dog,” Tommy says, surprised. “Yeah,” Buck scratches his head and smiles. “I was … lonely. It’s a big house. I moved in a while ago. After Eddie went back to Texas for Chris.”

Tommy nods in understanding, watching as Max sniffs at his shoes and legs, cough-barking once, before abruptly stepping away, giving Tommy a long glance with his head tilted and his ears perked up. That must be the closest a dog can come to giving a side-eye. 

Finally, Max trots away. He slumps in his dog bed, curling up and putting his head on his paws, giving them a look that could either be interpreted as confusion or extreme annoyance.

“What was that about?” Buck wonders. This is not typical Max behavior. He would have expected his dog to roll on his back and stretch his legs, allowing Tommy to rub his belly. “I guess he noticed all the cat hair,” Tommy says with a shrug and a crooked smile.

“Cat hair - You have a cat?!” Buck blurts, stunned.

“You weren’t the only one living in a big empty house,” Tommy says quietly.

They continue to stare at each other.

“Do you want to come inside?” Buck finally says, his lips dry. He licks them. Not failing to notice how Tommy’s eyes follow the movement.

“Yeah,” Tommy says. “I’d love to.” *

How do broken pieces find each other? They collide.

Buck and Tommy collide in every sense of the word. They burn in words, in looks, in touches. Desperate, hesitant, but fierce longing. It’s palpable in the space between them.

“I’ve never felt this way for anyone,” Buck says and means it. Tommy winces. “Still?” He asks quietly. “Forever,” Buck says without hesitation. Because it’s the truth. He knows that now.

Tommy exhales. “I feel the same,” he admits. Finally admits. “And it scared me. Scares me still. But I can try. If you let me. If you -”

Buck silences him with a kiss.

It’s quite easy to get back together. To fall into a rhythm again. Of course, there are new nuances to their relationship now. Everything feels a little more tender, a little more precious. They know what feeling apart feels like now, after all. So they work on something that grows stronger every day.

The real challenge starts when they decide to let their pets meet each other.

Buck is nervous about it. Tommy isn’t.

“Animals bond fast,” he says with a reassuring smile. “It will go well. You’ll see.”

It doesn’t go well.

Day 1

Buck isn’t sure if Max has experience with cats. But with the way he stops breathing and just stares at the cat that just slapped him vigorously in baffled horror, before whining and hiding behind Buck’s legs, trembling, this seems to be the first cat his dog meets.

“Cinnabun,” Tommy says, tudding and picking his cat up. “I told you. You can’t slap your way through life. Not every problem can be solved with violence.”

Cinnabun stares down at Max, unimpressed and starts to lick her paw.

“What the hell is wrong with her?!” Buck asks angrily, crouching and hugging Max protectively. “He was just being nice! And your cat slapped him!”

“She’s a cat, Evan,” Tommy says flatly.

“She’s not just a cat. She’s an orange cat, everyone knows those are nuts! At least I gave my dog a normal name,” Buck mutters, patting Max’s head. “Who in their right mind calls their pet Cinnabun?!”

Tommy shrugs. “It’s what she looks like.”

Buck frowns. But when he looks at the purring cat, which looks tiny curled up in Tommy’s arms, he can’t fail to notice the light swirl of white in her orange fur. “You see it, don’t you?” Tommy asks, smirking.

“Just because you mentioned it! And it doesn’t change the fact that she attacked my dog for no reason at all.” "She isn't used to dogs. And don't forget that cats don't like when their familiar surroundings and routines change all of a sudden. They will get along eventually. Just give them some time," Tommy reassures. "She needs to learn to accept the love."

Buck sighs. "Alright." He suppresses asking Tommy if he's only talking about his cat or also about himself.

Day 2 

“Ouch!” Buck yelps when Cinnabun jumps into his lap, digging her claws into his thighs cruelly before landing on the floor and running away like a flash of orange lightning, her tail raised straight in the air and her meow sounding like the laughter of a madman. “Your cat is crazy!”

Tommy looks up from his book, his reading glasses making him look way too adorable considering the mood Buck is in right now. “She is just having her funny five minutes, Evan. Every cat has them.”

“You don’t need to tell me that. I know everything about cats!” Buck rubs at his legs with a grimace. “But it still feels like she’s doing this on purpose.”

He smiles fondly when Max approaches him with wide, concerned eyes and a wagging tail. 

“See? A dog would never do such a thing,” Buck says, only to watch together with Tommy as Max stops right in front of an abandoned slipper. It belongs to Tommy. Max grabs it, growls, and shakes his head furiously, absolutely tearing the slipper apart. He drops it when he seems satisfied with the level of destruction and sits down beside it, looking at Tommy with his tongue lolling.

Tommy raises a brow. “Wow. This seemed so personal,” he says dryly.

Buck swallows. Uh oh.

Day 3

Buck’s back hits the wall, and he gasps in delight as his lips collide with Tommy’s. They are all over each other, so turned on they can’t stop touching, kissing, pressing and pushing. Somehow, they make it into the bedroom. With one hand, Buck pulls the door shut behind them.

They fall into bed, and Buck starts to pull impatiently at Tommy’s pants. Tommy chuckles, raising his hips to help, his cheeks flushed and his hair tousled. He looks gorgeous. He looks like a feast. Buck wants to bite him. He wants to - Max starts howling on the other side of the door.

Tommy freezes. "Seriously?!" He asks.

"Uh." Buck sits up, surprised, blinking at the door and scratching the back of his head. “I … He’s never done that before.”

Max whines and frantically scratches at the door. He doesn’t stop. Buck looks at Tommy helplessly. “What do we do?”

“Let him in before he digs his way through the door …. I never thought I would get cockblocked by a dog one day,” Tommy sighs, head falling back into the pillows. “We have to find a solution for this.”

“Yeah. Sorry,” Buck says sheepishly, letting Max in, who immediately jumps on the bed, curls up there and puts his head on his paws, glancing at Tommy as if he’s trying to say: My house. My bed. My human. Mine.  Day 4

“No,” Buck says, glaring at Cinnabun. “No, you won’t. Not again.”

Tommy’s cat stares at him with her green eyes, not blinking once, moving her tail from side to side slowly. In front of Buck’s disbelieving eyes, she sneaks her paw closer to the glass and pushes at it once more until it’s close to the edge of the table.

“You really are doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” Buck asks, narrowing his eyes. “You hate me. You want to go back home. So you’re trying what you can to sabotage my relationship with Tommy? Do you think we will break up again just because you destroy three or four of my glasses? It will take more than this, Cinnabun.”

“Are you arguing with a cat again, Evan?”

Buck sighs. “She’s trying to turn us against each other.”

Tommy chuckles. “Is that really what you think?”

Buck shrugs. “I’m just tired. I want them to get along. I want … I want us to be a family.”

Tommy’s eyes soften. “I want that too. Come on. Let’s cuddle on the couch. Maybe we can be a good example for them. Show them how nice it is to cuddle.”

But while they try to watch a movie together, Cinnabun hunts a whining Max through the whole house, and finally, they manage to destroy a vase. Buck sighs. He doesn’t have the energy left to scold. Max looks up at him sadly from where he is standing in the mess of scattered shards, leaves and earth, while Cinnabun climbs a closet and looks down at all of them triumphantly.

Day 5

They try everything. Even consult an animal behaviourist who gives them a lot of advice.

Tommy sits on the floor and gives Max dog treats while also combing through his fur with a brush that is covered in Cinnabun’s hair. They are supposed to get used to each other’s smell. After eating the treats, Max grabs the brush, pulls it out of Tommy’s hand and goes to bury it in the garden.

Buck tries to play with Cinnabun, but while he offers her a dozen different cat toys, she just loafs on the floor and stares at him boredly. Only an hour later, Buck finds cat puke in one of his shoes.

“At this point,” he says numbly while cleaning it, “We should just make a comedy about our life. Hey, want to give Taylor a call?”

* Ironically, it’s fear that makes them all bond.

It’s New Year’s Eve.

Fireworks are going off outside. Again and again. Close. Loud. Scary.

Tommy flinches in Buck’s arms, his eyes focused on the TV, but it’s clear something’s pulling him somewhere else. Back to the past. To memories he has just shared recently. Sometimes, Tommy’s hand wanders to his mouth, and he starts to bite at his nails, but Buck gently takes it, squeezing. Holding.

Max is trembling, laying on Buck’s feet, as close to his legs as possible. And in front of Buck’s surprised eyes, Cinnabun stalks closer, but not to cause trouble this time. Instead, she first bumps her head against Tommy’s knee, then curls up next to Max, snuggling against his side. The dog allows it. And Cinnabun starts to purr, closing her eyes.

Huh. 

Buck smiles. “Look at them,” he whispers, nudging Tommy.

“Aw. Almost looks like they are mirroring us,” Tommy says, leaning his head against Buck’s shoulder. “Told you. They just need time.”

Time.

After some more time, Buck enters the living room one morning and sees Max curled up on his dog bed, with Cinnabun on his back, her eyes closed. But she opens one of them when he takes a picture, giving him a look that seems to say: This doesn’t mean I love him. He’s just a good bed. 

Buck chuckles and sends the picture to Tommy.

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[lcdrarry]

LCDrarry 2024 Master List Part 1: Podfic & Art & Fic

Dear lovely Participants, Creators, Alpha and Beta Readers, Cheerleaders, Readers and Fans of this fest,

The 6th installment of LCDrarry has come to an end, and we'd like to thank you all for taking part in this fest, for creating so many amazing new Drarry works for us all to enjoy, for commenting on your favourite creations, for sharing and recommending the LCDrarry gems with and to your friends and blog followers, and for making this fest another amazing experience for everybody!

Fests would not exist without their participants or readers! You're all amazing! And we're so happy that you chose this fest in the vast and wonderful offerings of HP and Drarry events.

You can find out under the cut who created what ;D

~Your LCDrarry Mods Tami (@celilasart) and Suzi (@erin-riwen)

PS: Please have a look at the author notes and tags on AO3 for additional information and more detailed warnings. Thank you! PPS: You can find a link to Part 2 of this Master List under the cut. Enjoy!

Part 2 of this Master List with more lovely fics can be found here.

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Podfic

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A Mist That Appears (For a Little Time)

Prompt: “Sweet November,” 2001, Pat O’Connor Written by: dodgerkedavra Narrated by: reveriepi Podfic Length: 02:25:58 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Vomiting, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

Summary: “Give me November, and I’ll teach you to be happy. There’s only one condition. You must swear on your magic that you won’t fall in love with me.” Harry’s so tired. His whole body hurts. If Malfoy can teach him how to be happy, then... “Okay.” Harry is working himself to death. Draco only has November to help him. Falling in love is strictly against the rules.

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As You Wish

Prompt: "The Princess Bride", 1987, Rob Reiner Written by: Pineau_noir Narrated by: Cailynwrites Podfic Length: 02:31:28 Rating: Teen and up Warnings: None

Summary: Draco was raised on a farm in the small country of Witshire; his favourite pastimes were flying on his broom and tormenting the hired farm boy. Though his name was Harry, Draco never called him that. On Harry's forehead there was a scar shaped like a lightning bolt, so Draco called him Scarhead.

Nothing gave Draco as much pleasure as ordering Harry around.

Or a story about fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, True Love, and miracles.

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The Pirc Defence

Prompt: "The Queen’s Gambit", 2019, Scott Frank Written by: sleepstxtic Narrated by: sweaters_in_the_summer Podfic Length: 01:05:00 Rating: Explicit Warnings: None

Summary: They were rivals, and they were lovers, and they were the greatest chess players of their generation. Exactly in that order.

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My Big Fat Weasley Wedding

Prompt: “My Big Fat Greek Wedding”, 2002, Joel Zwick Written by: slyth_princess Narrated by: Melcarrianna Podfic Length: 07:17:21 Rating: Mature Warnings: None

Summary: A decade after the war, Harry Potter is lost. There was a time when he knew exactly who he was, where he was going, and what he wanted. He is not that man anymore. Until one day he decides he is done. No more wearing clothes that don't fit, stuck in a job that was meant to be temporary, and simply coasting through his life. He has a plan. And, unsurpisingly, every single Weasley and honourary Weasley seems to have an opinion about it. But it's fine. Harry knows he is doing the right thing.

What he didn't plan for, however, was to find love in the most unexpected place. And with the most unexpected person. Still, it's going to be fine. Like he said, he has a plan. Weasley opinions be damned. He's got it all under control. Doesn't he?

Featuring a million Weasleys, a daft labrador, and a whole bunch of people just trying to figure out their lives.

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Art

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Draco's Moving Castle

Prompt: "Howl's Moving Castle", 2004, Hayao Miyazaki Artist: Averily Art Medium: Digital Rating: General Audiences Warnings: None

Summary: Art for LCDrarry2024 fest. Prompt was Howl's Moving Castle.

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Go the Whole Wide World

Prompt: "Stranger than Fiction", 2006, Marc Forster Artists: julchen_in_red and m4g0rtz Medium: Digital Art Rating: General Audiences Warnings: None

Summary: When government employee Draco Crick was assigned to audit baker Harry Pascal, neither anticipated falling in love, but sometimes the person right next to you is the most welcome surprise.

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[Art] A Game of Horcruxes

Prompt: "Game of Thrones", 2011, David Benioff Artist: fantalf Art Medium: Digital Art Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: Duelling, Horcruxes, Blood and Injury

Summary: Art Post for "A Game of Horcruxes" written by sleepstxtic.

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Illustrated Fic

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[Fic & Art] A Game of Horcruxes

Prompt: "Game of Thrones", 2011, David Benioff Author: sleepstxtic Word Count: 118,635 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Brief Descriptions of Injury, Racism, Classism

Summary: It has been centuries since an attack on the castle of a royal scion. Centuries, until now.

The Realm of Hogwarts is ruled by eight noble Slytherin families, aided by their Gryffindor armies. Each kingdom possesses a Horcrux—the most precious source of magic to the throne. But when the Kingdom of Malfoy finds their Horcrux stolen, Prince Draco must break all protocol and enlist the help of a commoner, Harry, to find what's missing. All the while, an evil beyond the horizon stirs, Dementor attacks are increasing, and civil unrest is burning across the land. Can Draco and Harry recover the Horcrux and save the realm? And will they be able to resist their growing attraction to each other in the meantime?

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A Ferret, a ScarHead, a Weasel, and a Baby

Prompt: "Three Men and a Baby", 1987, Leonard Nimoy & "Taken", 2008, Pierre Morel Author: trishjames Word Count: 91,420 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Angst, Anxiety, Epic Fight Scene(s), Canon-Typical Violence, Hand-to-Hand Combat, Blood, Muggle Weapons, References to Past Child Abuse, Abduction, Injuries

Summary: They say becoming a parent is an unparalleled, priceless joy. Draco Malfoy finds himself putting that theory to the test when the star witness in his dangerous illegal potions case entrusts him with a powerful wish: protect her newborn baby at all costs. Now, it's up to Draco to fulfill that wish despite the looming threat of criminals hunting for the child. To think, just the day before, he was fretting over his inappropriate feelings for his annoying, bespectacled git of a housemate—not the mechanics of changing nappies!

Thank Merlin it takes a village to raise a sack of flour, ah, child.

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Fic

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White, Blonde & British

Prompt: “Red, White & Royal Blue”, 2023, Matthew Lopez Author: SortofShea Word Count: 40,058 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Mentions of death, drug and alcohol use and abuse, homophobia, racism, discrimination

Summary: Prince Draco Malfoy is known all over the world as “The Modern Day Prince Charming”, ask anyone - well, anyone except for Harry Potter, first son of the Indian president and (self) sworn rival of said stuck-up, snobbish prince.

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drag the past out into the light

Prompt: "Se7en", 1995, David Fincher Author: ChaosBitch Word Count: 20,796 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Summary: There's a serial killer stalking magical London. The murders are gruesome, bizarre, and somehow connected to the Voldemort wars. Auror Harry Potter is paired up with an analyst from the Department of Mysteries to piece together the clues in the killer's unsettling game before they kill again.

The good news? This analyst is the best one on offer. The bad news? It's Draco Malfoy.

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the beating of our hearts (is the only sound)

Prompt: "Pacific Rim", 2013, Guillermo del Toro Author: Pineau_noir Word Count: 12,675 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: canon (Pacific Rim) creature grossness

Summary: Do you want awesome, kickass fights between giant robots and aliens??!?!?

Go watch Pacific Rim.

This is a story about two flawed men who fall in love during an apocalypse.

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Draco Malfoy's New Guide to Old-Fashioned Dating

Prompt: "How to Lose a Guy in 10 days", 2003, Donald Petrie Author: caliowl Word Count: 52,377 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: Non-Consensual Drug Use

Summary: When Harry's job as an auror is threatened by his perceived negative attitude towards Death Eaters, he makes a desperate gamble with his boss to save it. Bring a Death Eater as his plus-one to the company holiday party. Unfortunately for him, there's only one person he can think of to ask...

Meanwhile, in order to save his best friend Pansy Parkinson from a terrible social fate, Draco Malfoy makes a bet with Pansy's mother. He believes that old-fashioned, traditional courting methods are the best way to repel, not attract, a potential suitor. Now, if only he can find a wizard who has no clue about those methods...

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Black Sheep

Prompt: "Shaun the Sheep", 2007-2020 Author: shushu_yaoi_lj Word Count: 10,808 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: smut, dirty talk, praise kink, soft d/s dynamics, begging

Summary: “You know, Potter, maybe all you need to win is a little—incentive, let’s say.” “An incentive?” Harry asks, his interest piqued. He takes a step closer to the fence, and then another one, until he’s standing so close that he can smell the intoxicating scent of Malfoy’s expensive cologne. “Shall we say that if you win, you can have whatever your heart desires?” Malfoy replies with a smile. “Anything.”

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Jackknife To The Heart

Prompt: "Mad Max: Furiosa", 2024, George Miller Author: sleepstxtic Word Count: 11,723 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Gunfights

Summary: Draco licked his lips, slow and sensual. He climbed over Harry’s lap and slid down onto his knees. “Keep making love to me, darling,” he said, gazing up at Harry, something starry in his eyes; and then he pulled down Harry’s pants and took his cock in his mouth.

Harry sucked in a breath, threw the shifter into gear, and drove.

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First Impressions

Prompt: "Pride and Prejudice", 2005, Joe Wright Author: ActuallyMoon Word Count: 87,934 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Period-typical racism and colourism (only present in one chapter), A/B/O dynamics, Dubious Consent, Classism, Smut, Mpreg

Summary: At the Shacklebolts' ball, Ginny found herself irrevocably smitten at first sight with Ms Pansy Parkinson. Meanwhile, her brother, Harry Potter, became the unfortunate target of biting remarks from Parkinson's haughty and aloof best friend, Mr Draco Malfoy. Harry's disdain for Mr Malfoy grew, fuelled by the latter's evident arrogance. Amidst this burgeoning animosity, Ms Romilda Vane began to spread malicious rumours regarding Malfoy, further tarnishing his reputation. Yet, the true nature of his character was far from what these tales suggested. Could Draco overcome his pride and Harry his prejudice, allowing love to blossom between them despite the odds?

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Obscuro

Prompt: "Love is Blind", 2020 Author: stratigraphy Word Count: 35,227 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: None

Summary: Draco is grieving. His conversation partner is here against his will. It's a shameless rip-off of an insipid Muggle reality dating show. Hardly the occasion for true love, if you ask Draco. feat. a cat named Marmalade, a bird named Mumble, Lee Jordan's answer to Love is Blind, and two best friends who only want their dads to be happy.

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Eternalism is a Never Ending Day

Prompt: "Russian Doll", 2019 Author: JK_Terfling_Can_Suck_My_Silicone_Dick Word Count: 25,970 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: Temporary Suicide, Temporary MCD, implied/referenced Depression

Summary: Malfoy has been reliving the same day for longer than he can keep track of now, and has just assumed that he was dead in the real world, which was fine to him. It isn't until the time loop stops doing what he expects that it occurs to him that maybe there's something else going on.

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[bunnihxney]

could you pls do some puppy regressed jayce hcs? solo or with any other characters I don’t mind!! 🐶

Puppy!Jayce Hcs!!!

(i may of projected my regression a teeeensy bit :3)

thanks for requesting :D I hope you like it!

- This big ole baby is just all over, he definitely aims to be regressed as a golden retriever, german shepherd or labrador.

- You sometimes get Viktor or Mel to help you or pupsit. A puppy this big sometimes needs two owners to make sure he’s occupied! :) Especially since sometimes he def is a chewer, certain days his oral fixation just goes off n next thing you know he’s just gnawing at a pillow slowly causing it to break. poor pup want his toys.

- when he pet regresses he love to snack on things that are close to dog food for humans; dry cereal, cookies baked into the shape of dog bones, scooby snacks, beef jerky, etc :3 His collar is nice and simple, having his name engraved with ‘Good pup’ on the back. (I know in the photos they’re like blue, but imagine it’s brown with red accents :P). Sometimes if he wants to be more subtle he can stick to dogtags or necklaces dog bone tags with his name.

- oh he is 100x more clingy with his carer now he follows em even closer, nudges his head against their shoulders when they’re sitting down, and WHINES. he will make the saddest look on his face with his big eyes to get what he wants.

- Head pats, cuddle time and playtime are his favs, loves to have his carer on his tummy too :D. rub his tummy. HE LOVES ITS especially if you’re already on his tummy too, he’ll cuddle you close and inhale the scent of your hair.

- lil mini drabble:

Jayce whimpering on the bed while you work at the desk, he’s so needy for attention as he slides from the bed to come to you. The jingle of his collar alerting you he was coming as you smile looking over, not even a second before getting overtaken by his arms squeezing you. “Jayce…Puppy, I have to finish my work” grumble “But I wanna cuddle..” You couldn’t help but giggle at his clingy behavior, finding it adorable. You move a hand up to pet his head , caressing his jaw as you get him to look you in the eye “Go sit boy, I’ll be in bed soon, okay?” With a big ole pout he obeyed and went to the bed, seeing you half ass your work to get to your boy. Sliding into bed with him as he perks up and shakes his tail in excitement “Cuddle??!” “Cuddle.” Opening your arms to him as he wrapped his arms around your waist and squeezed you against his body, his dopey smile evident as he closed his eyes in content. :D

- If you’re making something for him or just yourself he’ll paw at you and whimper wanting to try a piece of your food. (give him it, he’s a good boy!!)

- Speaking of ‘Good boys’. he LOVES the praise and head pats for being good for you, his hips will sway making the tail he wore wag to show his excitement!!

- Now in the rare occasion he messes up or does something ‘bad’ he does get some cage time BUT his cage is huge and padded :3, his favorite blankies and stuffies are in there with fairy lights. So it’s not the worse punishment but to him it’s the worse because he has to be away from you :(

- Overall this big ole baby is the cutest lil pup (i’d have a playdate wif him!! :D)

these pics I feel give off a good vibe I see him with :3

His tail and ears are nice and fluffy and you help him with maintaining and keeping them nice and fluffy for him :3