#he has high puppy puppy doggy energy

[canisalbus]

every time i see vasco i say "ohh puppy puppy doggy..." quietly to myself

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#he has high puppy puppy doggy energy #answered #anonymous #it continues to amuse me how Machete gets compared and mistaken for various animals #officially he's a dog but his dogness is continuously brought into question he's more of a creature #whereas everyone agrees Vasco's vibes are dog #he's sort of a platonic ideal of a dog #I'd hazard a guess if you asked a small child to draw a dog chances are they would come up with something that looked vaguely like Vasco

[grafeas-of-tartaros]

Nightly Ritual

Pairing: Sir Crocodile x Gn!PuppySub!Reader

Genre: Romantic Fluff

Rating: T

Summary: A short and sweet one shot about the bedtime routine of Sir Crocodile and his partner.

Content Includes: pet play, power exchange, use of dog related pet names, Pet/Master dynamic etc

A blanket of soft warmth surrounded and cradled your body. The fuzzy fabric of the blanket and the circular doggy-bed below you cocooning you comfortably. Shifting from your curled up position, you blink the sleep from your eyes. The stretching of your stiff limbs causes a few pops to come from your joints. A loud yawn shudders through your body to fight off the last of the grogginess. Now mostly awake, you take a look around the fancy, well furnished office of Sir Crocodile.

The lights were low, the large room only illuminated by the sconces hanging from tall, cream-colored walls. Long shadows forming around the areas that the light can't quite reach. Gold accents in the furniture glimmering faintly like tiny stars scattered across the room. With so much of the extravagant room hidden in darkness, it has a more cozy, homely feeling to it. That comfortable energy causes a need for affection to squeeze in your chest. Raising and turning your head to look around for the usual source of affection. Big, fluffy ears that sat atop of the hairband on your head bounce from the quick movements.

Just a few feet away from where you're laying in your doggy-bed is the dark wood siding of Crocodile’s desk. Tall and broad just like the man that sat behind it in a large armchair. Practically folding himself in half against the desk as he snappily fills out a pile of paperwork. Thick, dark smoke pours from his cigar and obscures his already shadowy features. The rich scent drifts through the room and tickles your twitching nose. Heavy blankets slipping from your shoulders pooling at your waist as you move to step out of your comfortable bed. Coarse office carpeting a far cry from the silky material that makes up your napping spot. But you shake off the uncomfortable shock to take a few steps out of your little sanctuary.

Each soft step of yours paired with a swish of fur from behind. The high-quality fur that makes up a tail brushing up against the back of your thighs. A well-fitting harness making certain that it doesn't slip off or rub in any uncomfortable places when you move. Soft yet sturdy knee pads keep the scratchy carpet beneath you from marking or burning the sensitive flesh located there. Paired with specialized gloves that nullify any pain or awkward pressure from walking on your hands.

In just a few sleepy steps you find yourself sitting beside the tall chair that Crocodile sits in. Hands in front of you flat on the carpet, legs folded beneath you and butt resting on the back of your heels. Patiently waiting for Sir to feel the longing, needy stare you're shooting up at him. Impatient as all puppies are, you quickly get bored of waiting for him to make the first move. Letting out a small ‘yip’ to hopefully pull his attention away from his work. The clever plan works and Crocodile sits up from the hunched position he was in a few moments ago. Lavender eyes looking around before finally landing on your sitting figure on the floor. Chuckling when he sees your pleading eyes and panting mouth looking back at him.

“Finally awake from your nap I see, pup.” Crocodile rumbles, a stream of smoke chasing after his words.

“Woof!” You feel your tail wag back and forth excitedly when Crocodile's eyes finally reach you. Sitting up to gently nudge your head against his calf. A sign that you're asking for a head pat (or maybe even a scratch behind the ear). Looking back up at him with your best puppy dog eyes. Bottom lip stuck out in a dramatic pour. Hoping that the cutesy act would be enough to convince him to pause working on the seemingly endless pile of paperwork.

“I know what you're asking for, pup. but I can't do that right now. I need to finish signing these papers so they can be looked over tomorrow.” An apologetic look disappears as quickly as it appeared across Crocodile's face. Bringing his hook down to carefully pat your head with the side of it. While nice, it wasn't exactly what you were looking for. Practically nothing when compared to the affection the now busy man is usually capable of. Bumping your head against it to gain a bit more satisfying friction.

“Harrumph.” Your next bark comes out closer to a huff. Exhaling sharply in annoyance from how ignored you feel. Nudging against his wrist with your nose, careful around the sensitive area attached to his prosthetic. Bumping it so the heavy, base rests against the top of your head between the ears on your headband. Quiet whines catch in your throat to try and pull at the silently working man's heart strings.

“I said I can't cuddle with you right now, treasure. How about you go play with your favorite squeaky toy for a bit and I'll spend some time with you when I'm done.” Crocodile gives you a sympathetic smile before turning back to his paperwork. Leaving you to grumpily make your way back to the comfortable corner that houses your bed.

Beside the bed was a small, wicker basket overflowing with a variety of toys. Keeling in front of it you bury your face within the heap of toys in search of your favorite. Eventually lifting back up with the toy you were searching for clenched in your jaws.Giving it a few test squeezes to make sure the squeaker box is intact. Being met with a loud,happy squeak from the worn-down toy. Carrying it along and flopping down back into the soft embrace of your doggy-bed. Curled up in a little ball with your head resting against your arms. The toy sat in front of you, you alternated between chewing on and shaking it in your jaws.Yipping and growling playfully when met with resistance from the squishy, squeaking toy.

Dropping further into your puppy headspace, time seems to go by in an instant. Attention only pulled away from your toy when a quiet groan reaches your ears. The sound emanating from Crocodile as he stretches from sitting in the same position for so long. Looking up from it to peer over at the man. Watching as he stood up from his chair, the wood of the seat squeaked softly. Quiet footsteps thumping from behind the desk and slowly got closer to you. Ringing out in the quiet office until he stood in front of your curled up form.

“Up.”

He said, voice hoarse and low from the silence he had been sitting in. Waving his hand to beckon you to his side. No cigar clenched between his teeth, but the rich scent of the smoke still clings to his clothes. Bringing a familiar, comforting feeling over your senses and into your lungs. Drawing you closer to him, kneeling by his side. Wagging your tail and waiting for what his next command will be.

“Good pup, now follow.”

You happily trot along beside Crocodile, looking up at him as you walk. Speeding up your motions whenever his stride outpaces yours. Sometimes playfully nudging against his leg, causing him to smile down at you. Besides your footsteps however, the hall was quiet and nearly dark. The lights low flickering, mimicking the flames of torches. Creating a small path of visibility that ended at the tall doorway that leads to Crocodile's bedroom. Patiently sitting beside the door, watching the man's movements closely. His hand reaching out and pushing the door open with a low creaking from the wood.

“In.”

*Crocodile snapped his fingers and pointed into the bedroom. Prompting you to enter the room before he did. Nodding, you happily scamper into the large lavishly decorated bedroom. Spinning about in a circle as you try to relax yourself before you become too worked up. Panting and smiling broadly, looking around for Crocodile. He had quickly made his way into the bedroom after you. Now standing beside an ornate, wooden dresser. Waiting patiently with his arms folded over his chest. One of his eyebrows raised curiously, A silent command to assist him in undressing and getting into more comfortable clothes.

Crawling towards him, you kneel in front of him on your knees. Carefully unlacing his shoes before slipping them off of his feet. Then working upwards, you take off his belt, then his pants and his boxers. Unbuttoning his shirt, running your hands up and down his chest. Admiring his physique, fingers running over his pale, brown-gray skin. Tracing the scars that run beneath his pecs and meet in the middle of his chest. He looks down at you with a loving expression. Lifting one of your hands to place a kiss against your knuckles.

Though it seemed nearly impossible, you eventually pulled away from him. Digging through the dresser for a comfortable pair of sleep pants. Watching as he steps into the legs, helping pull them up for him. Finally, you carefully take his left arm in your hand. Rubbing at the sensitive edges and scarred flesh. Lovingly detaching the prosthetic, and setting it carefully off to the side. Mirroring his movements by bringing the stump up to your lips. Peppering, careful, soft kisses on the stitched and scarred skin. The sensation caused him to crack a small smile. Playfully rubbing your head with his hand, skin warm yet rough. Thoroughly relaxed, Crocodile moves to lay on the bed.

Nearly crawling out of your skin at this point, you quickly shuck your puppy garments off. Only just barely remembering to place them on the dresser so you will have them tomorrow. Almost bouncing as you skip over to the bed, watching as Crocodile lays back against the pillows. The man reaches his arms out to pull you close to his chest. His body relaxing and melting against the silky bed sheets. His face is nuzzling the side of your head. Breathing in your familiar and comforting scent. His deep-set, lavender eyes shut, almost drifting off. Not wanting to leave you hanging, he takes a deep breath to wake himself up.

“Mmm thank you, for all of this.”

His voice mumbles against your skin, feeling the rumble deep in your skin.

“All of what, Sir?” you hum curiously

“Taking care of me, helping me, keeping me company. You did so well for me today, pup; just like you do every day.” Crocodile places a chaste kiss against your forehead. Pulling you closer to his chest, letting your leg fall across his lap.

“I could say the same thing about you.” Those words pull a chuckle out of the stoic man. The sound shaking your body, so close to his.

Thank you so much to everyone that read this fic, especially those that read all the way through. This is the first fic I have written and posted in about a year so I am a bit rusty.

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[starsurface]

Could I maybe ask for Johnny Cage (preferably older!MK11 but any Johnny works!) with a reader in puppyspace? Thank you!! Sending you good vibes :)!

Of course!! Sending good vibes back to ya', Darling!! :]

💫 He’d be a really good pet regressor cg!!!

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Johnny Cage MK11 w/ Puppyspace Regressor Hcs

💫 Constant head scratchies, he loves ruffling your hair too

💫 Your just so cute!! Playing (safe) tug-a-war with him, him giving you a little treat whenever you do anything that he deems cute

💫 ^ Your always so spoiled, so incredibly spoiled

💫 . . . Although he does also watch how many sweets he gives you (because he’s a big meanie)

💫 And because he doesn’t want your sugar to go too high, or give you a big tummy ache

💫 His younger versions don’t watch as much (because they can’t say no to you) and you might get a big tummy ache :(

💫 But he definitely uses his money to spoil you

💫 He’ll get you a bunch of stuffies, safe chew toys, and other regression items

💫 If you want, he could get you a cute pair of clip-on ears and a tail to attach to your belt!! Any color too, even a few if you like dying your hair every so often

💫 If you’re okay with a collar (some are, some aren’t, that’s okay), he’ll get you a really cute one

💫 ^ If not, a nice choker!!

💫 Anything you want, you’ll probably receive

💫 One look of ‘🥺’ and Johnny’s already pulling out his wallet (it’s basically yours at this point)

💫 Mans in borderline retirement, but still has side gigs and does movies, and has a ton of money itself

💫 However, Older Johnny doesn’t want the big and flashy life anymore (although will totally put himself a bit more in the spot light if you wanna experience it a bit)

💫 ^ Bit anyhow, he’s got a ton of money, and who better than to spend on the people he loves? <3

💫 Older Johnny will put his foot down more on things (younger him is a pushover, especially if it’s in his benefit, like cuddles)

💫 No, you can’t throw his shoe against the wall instead because it’s bad to chew them

💫 No, you can’t hit it with a hammer either- Where did you get that?!

💫 He will send you to time out if he needs to, and he’s really good at scolding >:( (because he’s a big meanie)

💫 He’ll take you on walks to the park!!!

💫 Holding your hand and taking a simple stroll, telling you to look at the pretty butterfly or the ducks in the pond

💫 If you wanna run around in his backyard, go ahead!! He’ll bring out a blanket and some toys, or even build you a little playset so you can climb or sleep on it

💫 Likes playing catch and will praise you when you bring the bouncy ball back to him

💫 Likes playing tug-a-war, but if the other side is in your mouth (don’t worry, it’s clean) he’s very gentle so he doesn’t ruin your teeth

💫 Is a bit rougher if you're using your hands to play tug-a-war, but will let you win

💫 He’ll roll his eyes when you dig holes in the backyard, excuse him mister/madam, his backyard is not for a billion tiny potholes, thank you very much

💫 Younger (or even new) Johnny would tease you about sleeping on the bed with him

💫 ^ Nothing harmful or degrading, that’s not nice, just some light little banter before he ruffles your hair and uses you as a personal tedy bear

💫 Older Johnny makes sure your all cozy and sleepy and out of energy by the time naptime comes around

💫 Older Johnny has incredibly great hugs, and will bear hug you whenever he can

💫 Whether it’s sleepy cuddles, or picking you up and refusing to let go for like, twenty minutes

💫 You only the best doggie bed!! (would get one of those human sized ones and say it's his, it mostly stays in his living room or office)

💫 Honestly. . . might use the dog bed himself-

💫 It's literally not his fault!! it's comfier than his couch and he's getting old!!! :(

💫 I know some puppies might have bad bladder control, and diapers are valid no matter your headspace or age, but he’s really good at diaper changes

💫 Man was a father, he knows all the tricks and tips

💫 Johnny gets really concerned for your knees if you crawl around on all fours, but he’ll just make sure you don’t hurt or scrap yourself

💫 ^ Super easy way to solve this problem, just carry you around everywhere!! :D

💫 He’ll buy you snacks like Scooby snacks, beef jerky, or make (safe) kibble with you!! It’s a fun little project you two can do together (and he can steal some- What? Who said that?)

💫 Many nicknames!! Good boy/girl, Puppy, Pup, Sweetie, so so many

💫 If your too nervous or scared to bark, he’ll help you

💫 Even if you do a really tiny bark, he’ll either give you a piece of candy, or will bark back at you (it’s a fun game between you two)

💫 Every puppy needs a good paci or chew toy, and he’ll get you some really cute/sturdy ones

💫 Will laugh if you chew on his arm instead, and will let you, but also very firmly tell you that you can’t bite others cause it’s naughty

💫 Johnny over here is strong though, he can take a few noms to the arm 💪

💫 Adores moments when you lay on his lap, and he can scratch your head or back, and you’ll both probably fall asleep because of the peaceful moment

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Ngl, I havent regressed into my puppy regression in so long. I should do that soon. :/

I can always do more or a pt 2!! :D

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[mittenwonders]

I’m sitting here crying as I write this. Lucky unfortunately is not a good fit. I know it’s only day 3 and everyone says “you gotta give it time!!” But here’s the thing: I have worked with animals and dogs my entire life. I volunteer at so many dog organizations and there has never been a dog I have never bonded with. I know that doesn’t hold significant weight and there will always be a time when you find one that won’t and my time has come.

It’s not that we DON’T get along - when he’s sweet, he’s real sweet and a cuddler. Unfortunately, due to his circumstances, and my circumstances, we just don’t fit like we should. Yes it’s day 3 but I’ve never met a dog that didn’t learn “no” fairly quickly. The only thing he responds to is “sit” and even that takes his entire focus. My mom and friend both mentioned that maybe due to the car accident, he could have some neurological issues. It’s been chaos since he’s come home and so when he finally tuckered out, I read the paperwork sent home with him in detail.

At the shelter, they went over the basics. I kept asking what breed he was. They just said “shepherd mix.” I was like ok but WHAT is he mixed with. They just kept saying get a DNA kit because they’re fun. The one thing I said I could not have is a pit bull. I’m not anti pit bull but unfortunately I live in a city where they are not permitted or covered by home insurance. I have kids who live all around me. One bite and I’m done for. Well turns out this shepherd isn’t even a shepherd. He’s a Black Mouth Cur. And guess what it said on his chip ID: pit bull terrier mix.

To say I’m pissed is an understatement. Regardless, I unfortunately have to give him back for that alone. But behavioral issue wise, it’s my gut feeling saying it’s not working out. While no neurological issues have been stated, it did go into detail about his car accident. It was brutal and awful and made me cry reading it. He was vomiting blood, lost his eye - he shouldn’t be alive which is why I renamed him Lucky to begin with. He won’t respond to the name. He won’t even respond to his shelter name of Ralph. When a dog just won’t respond period, how do you even begin to train? He caught onto being rewarded outside for potty real fast and we’ve had minimal accidents in the house which is surprising but he has SO MUCH ENERGY. The unfortunate thing is I live in a city where this is high traffic. He’s terrified of walks. After getting basics down is where I would have to then slowly introduce cars and walks to him. I have a big backyard but even then is not enough to get his energy out. He always wants to play and I LOVE that but due to his injuries, he has the mindset of a 2 month old puppy and he’s 6 months. He never learned bite inhibition and unfortunately his bites are BITES!! My arms this morning are bruised up and down. I’ve been playfully bitten by hundreds of dogs I’ve worked with and none have bruised. I am in so much physical pain today. Yesterday at my doctors I got taken aside and asked if I was being abused at home - it’s THAT bad.

There’s no way to get him under control in months. Eventually my dad will come home from rehab and with his new skin disease from his kidney failure, it just won’t work. He literally could kill my dad. My nephew loves him and he’s not hurt him at all. I know dogs sense special needs and I’m so happy nothing has happened but my niece is terrified of him. My sisters dog hates him. I know it takes time to bond but last night he curled up on me actually whimpering and crying. Little doggy tears rolled down his face and then I sobbed because holy shit this dog is laying on me crying literally the look of begging to get rid of him.

Last night, the ASPCA recommended when all else fails, rub bitter spray on yourself. It did stop the biting but then he also avoided me altogether and didn’t listen. Well fuck, that won’t do either. He’s stubborn as hell and would not get up this morning to go potty. He held it all night which surprised me because he’s also deathly afraid of rain!! I know some dogs don’t like it and hesitate but he was AFRAID. It makes me wonder if it was raining when he got hit by the car. I had to literally pick him up and carry him outside this morning. Then we had a morning play session and went right for my arms again. When I tried to take them away and stand up to walk away, he lunged for my neck. That was my hard stop and I’m crying because I know what needs to be done today.

Every puppy training classes I have looked into are 3-4 months and under and he doesn’t fit the criteria. He doesn’t fit the criteria for the advanced classes in his age group either. I could hire a private trainer but I also don’t want to invest more money for a gut feeling I already know the answer to.

Sometimes it just doesn’t work out. He’s not a bad dog by any means, but I’m not the right environment for him. I believe he has the potential to live a very happy and healthy life but not here. He’d do better in a one person home, with no other dogs and no kids and living country side where there’s no cars and room to really run. I didn’t want to be the person to have to return a dog as I know you take on the commitment but they also lied to me about a lot of things. I could have made a better, well informed decision and said no before I brought him home. I know it can be traumatic for dogs to go home to home especially a special needs pup but he at least needs to be with a good foster for a while and get some of the basics down before he’s officially adopted out. Just from what I saw, he moved through the system super fast so I was technically his first home since the original owner surrendered him after getting hit. I’m crying because I feel like I failed but I also think the best thing is returning him to be rehoused so hopefully he can have a better quality of life with someone who can provide what I cannot. I know rescues can be wonderful as that’s all we ever had but sometimes it truly just doesn’t work once they’re in the home environment. After the neck thing, I’m also scared of him myself which is never good anyways, no matter how long you have had them.

[chaotic-super]

Dog? What Dog?

Kara tip toes up through the penthouse apartment she shares with her fiancée. It’s the middle of the night and she knows that Lena is already is bed, she sent her their general good night text hours ago after Kara said she was caught up with her Supergirl duties.

She shushes the ball of golden fur in her arms as he begins to make a whining sound at being held and stopped from running around to sniff his new environment.

With a gentle pressure, she keeps him in place, tight against her chest. She is very aware of the amount of force she is using to hold him, a little afraid that she is going to accidentally hurt him.

She freezes when she hears Lena let out a soft sigh from the next room as she rolls over an hugs Kara’s pillow to her chest.

Kara can tell from Lena’s breathing and heartbeat that she is close to waking up, so she needs to hurry and get the little fluffball into the room Lena turned into an art studio for her. She already came back earlier and tidied away all of her art supplies and filled it with anything she could get her hands on that a little puppy would love.

She hushes him again as she closes the door behind them and sets him down, watching closely as he examines his surroundings before diving onto his fluffy doggy bed and nuzzling into the blanket she set out for him.

With one last glance behind her she set off for the bedroom, ready to join Lena for some snuggle time.

Her pyjamas are already on the dresser waiting for her, courtesy of her ever-loving partner. Lena never fails to make her smile with her small acts of love and kindness. It makes her feel a little bit guilty that she is hiding the dog from her.

It’s not going to be forever, she knows that. She just needs to warm her up to the idea of having a dog around before she announces his arrival, that’s all. Kara is fairly certain that Lena won’t appreciate her just simply bringing a dog she found in an alley way whilst patrolling into their home without discussing it with her first.

She carefully lifts the covers and gets in beside Lena, pressing herself against her back and wrapping her arms around her middle.

Lena stirs, peeking over her shoulder at her and snuggling down into her embrace. “Hi, darling.”

“Hey, baby.”

That is as much conversation as they manage to exchange before they are fast asleep, safe in each other’s arms.

Kara wakes up to a cold butt. The duvet has been pulled from her side onto Lena’s in the night. It doesn’t happen often but when it does, she needs a dose of Lena’s super strong coffee to break her out of her grumpy mood.

She kicks off what is left of the duvet from her body and throws her legs over the edge of the bed. The movement causes a high pitched whine to fill the room.

Her head whips around to locate the sound. She is then greeted by the sight of her new fur baby up on their bed, snuggled in Lena’s arms. The cheeky little thing was also curled up on top of what should have been her share of the duvet.

She panics for a second, she doesn’t know if Lena is aware of the little space invader, but she sure hopes not. This would be one of the worst ways for her to find out.

Kara slips around to the opposite side of the bed and very carefully extracts the dog from her fiancée’s soft grip. The puppy immediately snuggles into her as she lifts him up and makes a sharp exit.

She practically runs down the hall to put him back into the studio. As she expected, the door is wide open and so the dog must have made his great escape. “You’re a needy little thing.” She whispers to him as she clips him into his pre-bought harness, changes into her super suit and sets out of the balcony with him tucked under her arm.

She does a quick change out of her suit into her normal clothes and gives him a walk around park, letting him run off a little energy and do his business away from the penthouse. Kara vigilantly keeps one ear open for any sounds of Lena waking up.

She smiles as the pup comes trotting up to her with a stick three times the length of his own body firmly in his mouth, waddling slightly because of the weight of it. “Good boy, you’re a clever boy, aren’t you?”

Kara really wants to give him a name but really wants it to be an activity that she does with Lena, she is already going to be forcing a pet on her that she doesn’t know if she will like, but she would really like it if they could do it together.

When the pup is all tuckered out she picks him back up and takes off again, suit back in place. She really dislikes how many wardrobe changes she has to do in a day.

She thinks she is in the clear as she steps back in through the balcony and unclips the harness once the door is shut behind her, fist pumping at her good luck. The curious pup quickly sets about sniffing around the kitchen, smelling food from a mile away.

Kara kicks herself when she realises that Lena is awake and cooking, so much for good luck. She makes chase in hopes that she can get to him before Lena sees him but doesn’t make it in time.

He scampers behind Lena’s feet, leaving Kara clenching her fists as Lena turns to face her, unaware of the little ball of fur sniffing around behind her.

“Good morning, darling. I just made coffee.” Lena smiles at her warmly, her cheeks displaying her cute little dimples that Kara loves so much.

“Morning! Sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up.” Kara smiles just a little too wide and worries for a second that Lena is going to see right through her. She does notice that something is off but must just put it down to Supergirl duties because she doesn’t say anything.

Kara bites the inside of her cheek to stop herself from reacting when the dog gets a little too close to Lena and looks like he is about to jump up her leg. Thinking on her feet, Kara fakes a loud sneeze, startling the little guy into backing away.

“Bless you.” Lena looks at her worriedly. “Are you coming down with something? Are you solar-flaring again? I told you, you’re working too hard.”

Kara takes Lena’s hands in her own. “I’m perfectly fine, that’s the first time I’ve sneezed in a while, but if it puts your mind at ease, I will try to take it easy where I can.”

Lena scrunches up her face in thought. “Ok, but I want you to take a couple of days off from the DEO, they ran perfectly fine before you were there so they can survive without Supergirl for a couple of days now.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll call Alex after breakfast.” That earns a gleeful smile from her love.

Lena fills up a mug with coffee and adds a little sugar and creamer before handing it over to Kara, who is still tracking every movement the little dog is making behind Lena. At one point, he even runs between Lena’s legs, nearly giving her a heart attack, before scurrying off into another room, probably to cause more chaos.

Lena hands her the mug with a kiss on her cheek, pushing a lock of her hair back behind her ear as she does so. “I’ll talk to Jess and see if she can sort me out with some time off too, we can have some time to…bond.”

Kara smirks at her, eyes gleaming. “I guess I better get onto that phone call then.”

She is rewarded with a sultry look and a kiss, Lena playfully biting her lip as she pulls away. “Yes, you had.”

Kara gives her a beaming smile and pecks her on her lips again before taking a sip of her coffee. “This is a great cup of coffee, babe.”

Lena drops the suggestive look completely in favour of smiling back at her. “I thought so too, the best I’ve done in a while, at least.”

Lena tells her all about her plans for the day, she is going to be working in her home office for a while before binging a few episodes of the shows she has fallen behind on and how she hopes that Kara will find the time to join her if she can.

When Kara remembers that she hasn’t heard the pup making any noise for a while, she decides it’s time to go and check on him. She finds him back in the bedroom, he has burrowed under the duvet in what was once a freshly made bed and was curled up fast asleep. She lets out an exacerbated sigh and simply takes a picture of the pup. As annoyed as she is, he is really cute and it’s not really his fault.

Since Lena will be home all day she shoots Nia a message, begging her to look after her unnamed puppy until she can talk to Lena. She’s going to have to come clean soon, she just needs to gauge her reaction first. If she is dead set against dogs then this is going to be really awkward.

Nia happily agrees to looking after him for the day, already talking about all of the treats and toys she will buy him. Kara promises to bring him over right away. She tucks him under cape. The napping puppy not stirring at all as his little pink tongue lolls out of the side of his mouth cutely.

There is an obvious lump under her cape, but she doesn’t have any other options for where to put him, so she is going to have to risk it.

She paces passed Lena, who is still seated at the kitchen island, coffee in one hand as she checks her emails with the other. “I’ve got to run. I won’t be long though, I’m just helping Nia with a CatCo thing and then I’ll be right back, I promise.” She drops a kiss to the top of her head as she continues on her way.

Kara was hoping that Lena would let her go without too much of a fuss, but she is in a good mood today which equals talkative Lena. Normally, she loves talkative Lena, but she can’t afford to be trapped in a conversation with a wiggling lump under her cape.

“Will you be back by this afternoon?” Lena stares at her for a second, sensing that something is off before she snaps out of it, clearly not caring enough to ask so she glances back down at her emails as she awaits Kara’s reply.

Kara nods quickly, backing away as she talks. “I should be, I’m looking forward to spending some time with you.”

“Me too, darling. I’ll see you soon. Oh, and don’t forget to call Alex.” Lena peeks up at her as she feels the kiss on her head. She gazes at her for a few moments and Kara would have bet her life that she was busted but Lena just shrugs it off again and goes back to her emails, calling over her shoulder as she hears to front door open. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She calls back, letting out a relieved breath as she closes the door behind her.

She walks the little ball of energy to Nia’s place, enjoying the sunshine as it beams down on them. He happily trots next to her, sniffing the air whenever they pass a food place. Kara laughs at him every time he does, knowing that he takes after her.

She gives Alex a quick call, making arrangements for her days off. Alex happily agrees, ecstatic that her sister is finally going to have a break. They make plans to meet up when she is off and bid each other goodbye, unable to speak for long because Alex is at work.

Kara begins to make a plan in her head for what she is going to say to Lena when she gets home. She needs to figure out exactly where Lena stands on having pets. She really doesn’t want to have to rehome her little buddy but the more she thinks about it, the more she understands that it is Lena’s home too and she doesn’t want her to be uncomfortable in her own home.

All of that being said, she will also try and convince her that having a dog will make their lives better. Lena has always loved a good debate and she has plenty of arguments up her sleeve that can come in handy.

It doesn’t take them long to get to Nia’s place. She finds Kara’s predicament extremely funny, which annoys her a little bit.

“Can you not laugh at my pain, please?”

Nia just keeps cackling. “You’re the only person I know that would rescue a puppy and not tell their partner about it immediately.”

“I want to talk to her about it before I drop the bomb on her and I didn’t know where else to take him in the meantime.”  Nia smiles at her, her laughter finally subsiding.

“You’re too compassionate for your own good, it means you end up in bizarre situations like this one.”

Kara nods, absentmindedly stroking the pup. “So I’ve been told.” She sighs and stand up, transferring the sleepy dog over to Nia for a fuss. “Look after him for me, I have to go convince Lena to let me keep him.”

“Good luck.” Nia jeers from behind her, sounding way too amused with her conundrum.

She flies back to the apartment instead of walking, too impatient to get on with her conversation with Lena.

Her boots hit the balcony with a soft thud, alerting Lena to her presence.

“Hey, that was quick.”

Kara softens at the sight of her love snuggled under a blanket on the couch. She is flicking through channels on the TV, trying to find something half decent to settle on.

“Yeah, it didn’t take too long. Have you finished all of your work already?” Kara plops down next to her, turning her body so they are facing each other.

“I finished a little while ago, I didn’t have as much to do as I thought I would.”

Kara nods and decides to jump right in. “Can I ask you about your opinion on something?”

Lena furrows her brows at the question. “Of course you can, I always want you to feel like you can talk to me about anything.”

“How do you feel about pets?”

Lena squints a little, thinking. “I guess that I have never really put that much thought into it. I suppose they’re great for some people.”

“But not for you?” Kara reads between the lines.

“I can’t say as though it is something that I have ever considered before.”

“And if you were to consider it?”

Lena finally clues in to what she wants. “Are you asking me if you can have a pet?”

Kara meets her eyes, looking a little abashed. “I mean…I was thinking of us getting a pet, not just me. Like, together.”

Lena hums, thinking. “What kind of pet?"

“Maybe, a dog?”

Lena finally recognises the look on her face. “You look guilty.”

“Why would I be guilty?”

Lena stands suddenly. “Oh my god, Kara.” She runs a hand across her face. Kara doesn’t dare to move for a second, unsure of what this reaction means. “You already have a dog in mind don’t you?”

“…maybe.”

“Alright, let me meet it first and we’ll go from there.”

Kara literally jumps with joy and hugs Lena tightly, spinning her around. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

Lena can’t help but smile at how cute her fiancée is, this is a very Kara reaction to a very Kara situation.

With a sloppy kiss to her cheek, Kara rushes off to get the puppy, she doesn’t even explain to Lena what she is doing. “I’ll be back!”

Lena shakes her head at her as she flies off, completely aware that her fondness for Kara often clouds her judgement and yet somehow, she always lands on her feet, happier than ever.

Kara flies as quickly as she can, excited for Lena to fall in love with the little ball of fur the same way she did when she saw him left in a cardboard box in an alley across town when she was patrolling.

She takes him from Nia with a grin, not staying long enough to answer any questions. She laughs as Nia complains about not getting any details of their conversation and flies off, her little bundle safely under her arm.

The little guy lolls his tongue out and closes his eyes, enjoying the breeze as they fly. It reminds Kara of when dogs stick their heads out of a car window. She can already picture herself flying with him and getting him little goggles and a little jacket.

She floats back into the apartment and heads right into the bedroom to get into comfortable clothes, bringing the little guy with her. She wants to be able to introduce them with zero distractions, so she is planning on getting settled before bringing him out to meet Lena.

It only takes her a matter of seconds to be changed and go to open the door. “Not again.” She mumbles to herself.

The door is swinging wide open, the dog really is a little Houdini. She hurries out into the living area, finding Lena still on the couch, reading something on her phone.

The dog is sat right next to her, wagging his tail. Lena doesn’t seem to be even looking at him and Kara’s heart sinks. Does Lena really not like the little guy at all? She was hoping that it would be love at first sight…or at least puppy love.

She pouts, unsure of where to go from here.

Lena notices her standing there from the corner of her eye and is immediately on edge, completely at a loss for why she is looking so stricken.

“Darling, are you ok?”

In lieu of an answer Kara’s lips just wobble slightly as she tries to hold back her emotions. She breathes deeply, steadying herself so she can answer.

“It’s ok, I’m ok. I was just hoping that you would like him, is all. You don’t have to pretend for me, Lena. This is obviously your home too and if you don’t want to keep him then I won’t make you.”

Now Lena is even more confused. She doesn’t have even a hint of a clue of what is happening.

Kara comes right over to her and opens her arms. Lena stands and is about to open her arms too, ready for a very confusing hug but is flabbergasted when she leans down and picks up a dog out of seemingly nowhere.

“Wait, what?”

Her exclamation draws Kara’s attention away from the little golden retriever puppy.

“You don’t have to like him, I don’t want to push you into something you don’t want.” Lena can see the sadness in her eyes and the puppy seems to be mirroring her expression exactly.

“What? Where did you just pick that puppy up from? It came out of nowhere.”

It’s pretty safe to say that everyone in the situation is confused, including the puppy, who is now squirming to be put back down. Kara does so, letting him run free.

He runs right up to Lena and jumps into her lap, desperately pushing himself into her for scritches. Lena does so, enjoying the attention from him and finding him to be adorable.

“Hi, who are you then? I’m Lena.” She scratches behind his ears, smiling at the dopey look that crosses his face. “You’re a good dog, yes you are.”

Kara stands a few feet away, brain still scrambling to catch up. Was Lena really just oblivious to the dog sitting right beside her on the couch?

Lena looks into the puppy’s big brown eyes and can’t deny how utterly lovable he is. “Where did you even find this cute little munchkin?”

Kara tentatively comes to sit beside them. “He was left in a carboard box in an alley. I saw him yesterday when I was patrolling.” She says the words carefully, trying to be matter of fact.

Lena looks back into those puppy dog eyes. “Oh no! How could those nasty people do that to you? We’ll take care of you, yes we will!”

Kara looks at her with wide eyes. “We can keep him?”

Lena grins at her. “How could I say no? Just look at how cute this face is.”

Kara claps her hands excitedly, bringing the pair into a cuddle. “Thank you! Now I can move his bed out of the studio!”

“You can what?”

“Oh no.”

“How long have you had the dog here, Kara?”

Kara reluctantly explains her attempts at hiding him since last night, but Lena simply laughs. “You’re not good at hiding things, darling. I guess I can be oblivious when I want to be. I can’t believe I had a dog sitting next to me and I didn’t even notice.”

“Speaking of the dog, I haven’t named him yet.”

Lena glances over to the dog again, smiling at the little guy. “How about Krypto?”

“Krypto.” Kara tries the name out and breaks into a dazzling grin. “It’s perfect.”

“Great. Krypto Luthor, welcome to the family.”

Kara shoves her, lightly. “Luthor? He’s a Luthor-Danvers.”

“Only until we get married, then it will be just Luthor.”

“What makes you think the Danvers will be dropped?” Kara raises her eyebrow at her challengingly.

Lena smirks at her. “I know because you love me almost as much as I love you, so it won’t take much convincing for you to give in, especially with my…talents.”

“Just for the record, we love each other an equal amount and I don’t seem to recall what these ‘talents’ of yours are. Care to remind me?”

Lena goes to kiss her but pauses. “Not in front of the baby.”

#supercorp endgame #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #supergirl #cw supergirl #kara x lena #kara zol el #fanfic #wlw #chaoticsuper

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Why Does My Dog Sleep So Much

If you find your dog is often asleep during the day, don't fret—while it's normal for dogs to sleep through the night, many dogs also spend much of the day asleep. Most dogs will sleep around 10 to 14 hours in a given 24-hour period, but some may sleep as much as 20 hours. If excessive sleeping has become an issue with your pup, it might be time to get down to the bottom of it.

Changes in sleeping patterns can be a result of aging or disease, which is why you should keep a close eye on your dog's sleep cycle.1 Here's how to encourage activity in your dog to keep them awake during the day, plus how to know when to seek help.

Why Dogs Sleep So Much

Studies suggest that many dogs sleep an average of at least 11 hours in a 24-hour cycle. Additionally, they take many resting periods with the smallest portion of the day devoted to activity.2

Most dogs will sleep more when they are relaxed and there isn't a good motivation for them to be active. Since they don’t have smartphones, jobs, or homework, sleeping is a way for them to pass the day, especially if they are home alone and bored. Many dogs will end up spending about 12 to 14 hours of their days and nights asleep, but they may sleep more. How much your dog sleeps will depend on a variety of factors:

Very young puppies and older dogs will likely spend more of their time asleep.

Overweight and sick dogs may also sleep more than healthy dogs.

Certain breeds are predisposed towards sleeping more (ask someone who’s owned a slow-moving basset hound versus a high-energy border collie).

Of course, hours and hours of snoozing can also be a sign of a health problem. Many diseases and age-related problems can come with a change in sleeping patterns

In most cases, a dog that sleeps for 12 to 14 hours per day is no cause for concern. That’s normal! But owners should be aware that excess sleep can also be a sign of potential problems, especially if you notice a sudden change in the amount your dog is sleeping. It's best to talk to your vet when you have these concerns.

How to Make Your Dog’s Day More Exciting

Since most dogs don’t go to work or school, it’s common for them to be bored if they are alone for long stretches of the day. Pair a long, lonely day with the hours that their human is asleep, and that’s a long time for your dog to spend sleeping every day! If it feels like your dog is sleeping his days away, consider what else he’s got to do with his time.

Enrichment

The best way to help your dog stay awake and active during the day is to provide lots of interesting toys, games, and activities. For example, puzzle toys can be a great way to keep your pup busy and active during the day. You can also hide kibble or treats inside of a towel or an egg carton (as long as your dog is not one to eat towels). Check on your dog using a dog camera to see if she’s playing with the puzzle toys or ignoring them.

Exercise

You can also spice up your dog’s day with midday dog walks and more prolonged bouts of exercise in the morning and evening. Some dogs may also enjoy a doggy daycare setting where they can play with other dogs all day long.

If you notice that your dog is sleeping even when there are exciting things to do, or if your dog is no longer engaging with things that he used to do, it could mean that something else is going on. Speak with your veterinarian for advice on next steps.

When to Get Help

Generally, it’s pretty standard for your dog to spend a portion of the day asleep or resting. That said, too much sleep can be a sign of a problem with your dog’s health.

There are a few tell-tale signs that your dog may be sleeping too much:

Changes to sleep patterns

Sleeping even when there’s “something better to do,” especially if that thing would usually grab their attention

Sleep interferes with eating or drinking

It’s hard to rouse your dog from sleep

Limping or unwilling to walk, run, or jump

Increase or decrease in eating, urination, or defecation

Vomiting or diarrhea

Coughing, wheezing, or difficulty breathing

The increase in sleep comes with other behavior problems

Disorientation, confusion, getting 'lost' at home, staring at walls or corners

Increased aggression or fearfulness

Pacing and other signs of anxiety

Some of these signs might have developed slowly over time, especially in older dogs. It is always important to mention it to your vet as there may be ways to make your dog more comfortable in their golden years.

Your vet will likely have a lot of questions and may need to run some tests. Dogs that are sleeping more or reluctant to get up may be suffering from aches or pains like arthritis or more acute injuries, endocrine disorders such as hypothyroidism or diabetes, or have other medical conditions related to heart disease, neurological problems, or other conditions.3 Getting a thorough workup from your vet, which will include a complete physical exam, blood work, and possibly other tests, can help uncover the cause and get your pup feeling her best again.

Try to keep track of your dog’s sleep patterns and any other symptoms. Make sure she’s a healthy weight and that she has plenty to do during the day to enrich her alone time. If she’s still sleeping an unusual amount, it might be time to see the vet.

FAQ

Is it normal for a dog to sleep 20 hours a day?

It can be normal for some dogs to sleep as much as 20 hours a day, especially if they are very young, older, or simply bored. However, if your dog is suddenly sleeping more than usual, you should call your veterinarian.

Do dogs like sleeping with humans?

Dogs are social animals and usually enjoy sleeping near their people. Some dogs enjoy cuddling in the bed, but others prefer their own space. They often still want to sleep in the same room as their people.

#dog sleeping #dog behavior #dog health

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My Shelter - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

 "You have to listen, boy, okay?" Peeta whispers to Rye while holding his powerful jaw

and affectionately tugging it close to his fine-looking doggie face. The brown and white two-year-old boxer rescued from a dog fighting arena licks his cheeks and then barks twice in answer. He gives Peeta cold and wet kisses with his dark gray nose, groaning with affection for his favorite trainer as he always does.

They're at the shelter training ground with Katniss, Johanna, and … eherm … Gale Hawthorne, so Peeta is anxious and feels he has to step up his game and impress his girl.

Technically, Katniss is not his girl. But she will be someday, Peeta thought. He just shrugs his shoulders and focuses on the task at hand.

"Let's review your basics first, Rye-rye," he says as he stands in front of the well-built woofer and unclasps his orange leash. "Okay, sit."

Rye is already sitting, so the dog gives him a whine and a quizzical look. Such funny faces dogs could make.

"Okay, I was just testing you. Here, have a milky bone," Peeta praises and picks out the treat from his neon pink fanny pack. It's not his preferred color, he'd rather get sunset orange or evergreen (Katniss' favorite!) but Gale beat him to it when they were getting the supplies earlier.

That Hawthorne jock sure has some tricks up his sleeves. I need to cock block him one of these days.

“Okay. Lie down.” Rye follows swiftly. “Very good, buddy!”

Peeta repeats the commands with a confident tone and a soft smile, adding roll over, shake hands (left and right), stay, catch, and spin to the mix. Rye loves spinning, so they do that several times and Rye gets a lot of milky bone treats with an occasional sprinkling of bacon bits. Oh, such a wonderful life for a dog!

Glancing in the direction where Katniss, Johanna, and Gale are, Peeta thinks that he needs to bring out the big guns today. Gale is with Bandit out in the field, and the old surrendered German Shepherd has perfect obedience as he rifts through a mini-course with tunnels and slides.

Whoever said that an old dog can't learn new tricks is just a lazy ass.

A Frisbee is on standby on a wooden bench behind Gale, and Peeta knows that his archnemesis will use it after they finish the course. He aims to please, and it clearly shows.

Damn it! My chance is just so, so slim ...

“Look at Bandit, Rye-rye. He can be the school’s football mascot with tall, dark, and hothead over there,”  Peeta tells his loyal trainee, hooking his thumb in their direction. “You can be like that if you want to. You can reach for the stars, buddy! I know you can do it.”

If only Peeta had the same confidence in himself that he bestows on every rescued animal in the shelter. He never was entirely self-assured. A hard family life put a chip on his shoulder that he could not shake despite Katniss' assertion of his capacities and skills.

As if showing his understanding, Rye barks in answer and places his paw on Peeta's chest. If Finnick, the dog whisperer slash shelter manager, was there, he would give voice to Rye's affirmation of his kind blonde trainer. Dogs see more than what humans see, Finnick always says. They never lie too.

Taking a second look across the ground, Peeta sees Katniss with Whitney, a black and (very) large Newfoundland, doing sits and stays on the grass. At the same time, Johanna distracts her ward with squeaky toys and Gravvy, a tricolor Australian shepherd.

Gravvy was also surrendered to the shelter because his owners couldn't handle his high energy. They just didn't understand the nature of his breed. Gravvy is a working dog and needs exercise every day instead of being cooped up inside the house, where he becomes destructive and a little aggressive. It was not his fault, Johanna argued, the dog owners should have done their research before buying him out of puppy cuteness.

Whitney is doing awesome under Katniss’ mentorship. Even at twenty yards, she’s focused on her trainer despite all the distractions Jo and Gravvy are mischievously enjoying. Tough job, Peeta mutters to himself.

My queen is just fabled. Katniss can train me anytime she wants to. I'll obey her with no qualms nor plea.

I'll freely give her slobbering kisses to show my affection.

My Alpha

My Beta

Omega

Theta

Zed

My everything

"Let's see how you fetch, Rye-rye," Peeta proposes after the doggo licked his daydreaming face away. It's not a Level 3 trick, but it's relatively new for Rye, and he has been teaching him to fetch for two weeks now. He's sure that he will succeed with this one.

Though very much food-motivated, Rye also loves to play and chew things in his mouth, so Peeta brings out his Chuckit! Durable Rubber Ball along with the launcher so he can toss the ball farther out. He swings it several times, twirling the contraption in his fingers as he smiles at his bright idea.

This launcher will make me and Rye look good. I just know it!

At the sight of his favorite toy, Rye wiggles his body in front of his trainer, his docked tail, wagging at high speed. Wide-eyed and drooling a little bit, he puts his right paw on Peeta's prosthetic knee.

"You remember this, boy? You love this, right? I know you do … I know you do … you're the best fetcher in this district!" Peeta excites the rum buffer, wagging his own round butt in unison with Rye's tail. They're a hilarious pair but totally endearing to anyone watching.

“Let’s try it first. Remember to return the ball, okay?”

Rye woofs in excitement, his eyes following the ball wherever Peeta's hand goes. Knowing what his human friend will ask next, he sits down on the grass without being told and gives his full attention to Peeta. Very smart doggo.

Did you see that?! Did Katniss see that? Rye-rye sat by himself!

“I have a good feeling about this, buddy,” Peeta exclaims confidently, giving Rye another bacon bit. “You’re such a good boy!”

Not waiting any longer, Peeta tosses the ball a few meters away. Rye bolts to retrieve it, chewing it happily as he walks back and prolongs his time with the chew toy. Cheerfully, he drops it in front of Peeta and barks for him to throw it again.

"Gooob boy … goooob boy…," Peeta butters him up freely, elongating his vowels with puckered lips. "Now, let's play!"

Peeta launches the ball over and over, throwing it farther and farther every time. Feeling special and affectionately loved, Rye consistently returns the rubber toy to Peeta's feet. In turn, the young boxer gets showered with milky bones, back rubs, and forehead kisses. Peeta just loves the high-energy stinker and would like to adopt him if only he could.

If Peeta had his way, he would have adopted ten dogs by now.

The dog’s breed didn’t matter. He loves mutts just the same.

But his mother wouldn’t allow it.

So he’ll have to wait until he gets his own place someday.

A place with Katniss Everdeen as his beautiful wife.

They’ll be living the dream!

I’ll prepare a love nest for you and our fur babies, mi amore.

Enjoying themselves too much and daydreaming away under the afternoon sun, they did not notice Katniss, Gale, and Johanna walking towards them from across the field.

"You look like a very sunny baboon there, bread boy," Johanna jokes, making Gale smirk like a primate himself.

Johanna Mason is a senior volunteer at the center, providing pro bono work for more than a decade. She's a no-nonsense lawyer when it comes to pursuing animal rights and settling cruelty cases. More of a cat person, she has adopted three felines from the shelter over the years. They're named Mister Ripper, Wild Whiskey, and Climax.

"Hi Jo," Peeta responds casually, trying his darndest to tame the wide grin on his face.

This is it! I can show them what Rye can do!

“Want to see what Rye learned today?” he offers with restrained joy in his voice. “He could fetch now.”

Gale snorts, but he catches himself.

Johanna clucks her tongue, looking slightly impressed.

And Katniss? She genuinely smiles and pets Rye.

You are just perfect, my sunshine.

Katniss settles down on the grass beside them, followed by Whitney, lying her big head on her trainer's lap. The giant sweetheart has gone a long way in gaining her self-confidence back. Abandoned just six months ago, she got depressed from the change of environment and lack of parents. The story goes that the couple who previously cared for her was having a baby, and the new apartment they moved into didn't allow dogs -- especially dogs her size. Whitney is practically another human being with her one hundred and twenty-pound built. But Katniss loves her. She has a soft heart for big dog breeds.

"Okay, bread boy. Show us what Rye got," Jo bats out, then slaps the boyish smirk on Gale's face.

Good for him.

"Okay, it's nothing much but Rye, and I have been working on this for two weeks now. He's really gotten the hang of it," Peeta quips.

Taking a minute to refocus, he walks away a few meters from the group, setting the young boxer aside and leaning his forehead with the bump on Rye's brown and white head. "Okay, time to impress my girl, Rye. You're gonna help me out?"

"Sure, buddy. I got your back," Peeta mutters with the secret dog voice that he uses when he spills his heart out to his loyal furry friend. They've had many conversations about Katniss Everdeen, a little too much for a normal person, but it is what it is. The young man just has a unique relationship with the dog, and he converses freely with him if only to have some relief from his aching heart.

“Thanks, Rye-rye. I love you, you cutie pie.”

"Love you too, loverboy. Let's go get your girl," he replies to himself.

“Enough of the prayers! Let’s see what Rye can do, bread boy!”

"Okay, Rye. This is it, buddy!"

Johanna lets out an encouraging whistle, and Katniss claps loudly, cheering Rye on. Surprisingly, Gale does the same, giving a whoop and puff, making everyone laugh. Bandit hides his head under his paws out of embarrassment.

"Okay, boy. Go fetch!" The ball goes far with a near-perfect trajectory, and Peeta felt proud of his good arm.

"Look at him go!" Jo cheers as the bork-bork sprints.

"Go get it, Rye!" Katniss adds while Gale whistles.

Peeta prays to the gods.

When Rye retrieves the rubber ball, Peeta jumps and pumps his fist in the air like he just won an Olympic gold medal. Like his usual jolly self, Rye chews the ball before running back to Peeta. Elated, Peeta holds out his arms and pats his chest as if telling the stinker to jump on his broad torso and give him a giant hug. Peeta is beaming and almost teary-eyed from joy.

I'm so proud of you, Rye! So, so proud …

"Goooob boy! Such a goooob boy!" Peeta celebrates freely. "You want another run? You wanna annoo-da one? Yeah? Yeah? Okay, okay, go fetch!" Peeta plays in high spirit.

Everyone grins broadly as Rye repeats the command flawlessly for the second time in a row.

"Okay, Rye, third time's the charm! Last one before we give you a bath."

A little overly enthusiastic, Peeta tells Rye to sit, and he obeys beautifully. His paws are alternately lifting off the grass, a cadence urging his human friend to stop stalling and just throw the ball instead.

"Go on, Peeta, give it to him!" Jo shouts with a snicker. Gravvy whines a little, seemingly wanting to run as well. Jo tells him to wait and then pets his belly.

Mission accomplished. Happy days for Gravvy!

"Okay, Rye. Go fetch!"

Peeta throws the ball farther out, and Rye runs like a pro. His agility and strength shone through, the chords of his leg muscle visible in his brown and white coat. Such an incredible dog.

Everyone cheers, but then Peeta sees Rye's moment of hesitation. His heart sinks to his stomach …

Rye is going rogue.

No, boy! No! No! ... Stay on course!

But Rye has other plans. Peeta shouldn't have told him about his bath because … Rye HATES baths.

He loathes it to his doggie core.

How could Peeta have forgotten?!

Rye takes the ball and chews it as he slobbers all over the field. He nudges it, then catches it like a cat pouncing on a mouse. Ignoring Peeta in the process, he does it again and again like a wild child. Rye is having his way with his favorite toy, wagging his tail, shaking his head, all while chomping the rubber, and rolling on the grass like he has an unconquerable itch on his back. The canine is just plain old having the time of his life!

"Ryeee, come on!" Peeta groans, throwing his arms out, then scratching the back of his head and blushing profusely. He's about forty meters out and thinks twice if he should go and get his trainee. "Come back, boy!"

But Rye has gone deaf. It's just him and his toy.

Or so Peeta thought ...

He's Peeta's wingman, or paw pal, after all.

Dropping the ball and with eyes focused on the field, Rye digs his back legs into the earth as if preparing to bolt.

Peeta holds his breath.

Oh no …

To everyone's surprise, Rye sprints and weaves through the mini-course that Bandit was working on earlier. He's so fast yet calculated that he burned through Bandit's time like he was F1's Michael Schumacher.

He also did it twice.

Like it was nothing.

Gale's jaw touched the ground.

Peeta stilled, wide-eyed.

And Katniss?

She's beaming like the most beautiful goddess on the face of the earth. Proud beyond belief.

"Incredible, Rye!" Katniss cheers as she stands up from the grass. Whitney follows through with deep huffs and boofs. Laughing and radiant, Katniss is the perfect picture of joy and admiration.

"Peeta, Rye's doing it!" Jo snaps him out of his shock. She holds both his shoulders, shaking him while grinning in front of him. For some time now, she knows Peeta's trying to impress Katniss, but he's missing out on what's happening. "Peeta! Look!" she utters and slaps him like a buzzing mosquito. Turning his head to the side, he catches the stunning smile of the love of his life.

My forever.

My moon.

My star.

My universe.

I will love you all the days of my life, baby.

"Yeah, you got this, bread boy ... you got this …," Jo snickers as everything goes slow-mo. Romantic music starts playing in Peeta's ears, the spring air filling his lungs sweetly. It's just him and Katniss now. Nothing else exists. Such a dream.

I wish I could freeze this moment right here, right now, and live in it forever.

"What did you say?" Gale asks unexpectedly, his head jerking towards him and interrupting his star gazing. "You wish what?"

Oh no, did I just say that out loud?

Shit! Shit!

"What did you wish, Peeta?" Katniss asks softly, smiling at him. Her grey eyes are unfailing and full of hope, and the slight movement of her lips shows that she's chewing the insides of her bottom lip again.

She looked at him longingly.

What for? Peeta could only wish it was his face running through her mind.

AND heart.

"Ummm ...," he begins, looking down at Rye, who has now returned to the side of his prosthetic leg. He kneels down to pet him, contemplating if he should confess now.

Should I, Rye-rye? Is today the day?

"Ummm ... I wish ... I wish … Rye ... would get adopted soon," Peeta briskly says. He's afraid of being rejected by the only girl he ever loved since he was five. His answer is only half a lie, he thought, because he does wish for his ward to be adopted, preferably by him, but that's just not possible right now. Feeling defeated, he drops his eyes to his hands as he strokes his loyal pal. He's not winning anything in his life right now.

The hopeful look on Katniss' face disappears, and a sympathetic expression follows. She kneels down on one knee and runs her palm over Rye's back.

"The monthly adoption fair is in three weeks," Peeta whispers, his hand lightly brushing Katniss' on Rye's fur. "And he's been here for a little more than half a year now ... He deserves a loving home, Katniss."

"There's always hope, Peeta," Katniss responds, eyes understanding and comforting. She holds his sad blue eyes with hers. "You taught me that a long time ago."

As if on cue, Whitney walks in between them, interrupting the lingering gaze they both have and nudging Rye aside. The dog's intuition kicked in from feeling her trainer's sadness. Doing what dogs do best, she eagerly licks Katniss' cheeks while pushing her down on the green grass. Everyone breaks into laughter as Katniss' small body gets covered by Whitney's giant form. Rye joins in, and Jo lets go of Gravvy's leash to add to the saliva kisses the canines are showering Katniss.

Bandit, the senior German Shepherd, lies down, eyes sleepy as he watches the heap in front of him. Gale runs his palms over his head and back, giving him soothing massages as he grins at the three other dogs.

Peeta remains silent, watching everything unfold right in front of him with serious eyes. He may not have confessed today, but his heart is full of joy at the sight before him. All the shelter dogs are happy, and his Katniss is laughing musically from getting a million doggie kisses.

Someday, my love … someday …

#I finally got to write again after nearly two months! #dandelionlovesyou writes #everlark #dogs #animal shelter #high school everlark

[groenendaze]

Do you walk all three dogs at the same time or do you divide them up? I’d like to own two high energy dogs one day, and at least when ones a puppy I’m not sure if I should walk them separately or not, but at the same time idk how change in routine will affect them being that they would be high energy. Sorry if this doesn’t make sense, idk how to articulate the question in an understandable way 😅

i usually divide them up unless im going to like, the beach, which is an hour away and i am making a little doggy day trip out of it. for the most part, i take pando first & train him because he has a lot of stuff to work on out and about. then i take finch and nettle together. sometimes i will take nettle & pando together. never finch & pando though because finch is reactive and pando is already nervous and i am trying Very Hard to not have two reactive dogs. if i have time/daylight i try and do 1v1 walks with finch and nettle but most times i am getting home at like, 5:30 which does not leave a whole lot of daylight left :/ so usually i will take them out separately on the weekends.

plus, finch by himself is already a Lot of dog to walk. he has major overarousal issues and cannot contain himself which has been a struggle since he was a little baby.

but i just started walking my dogs very recently! i did not walk them at all before i moved. the vast majority of our time was spent at parks off-leash training/playing around or hiking. so it always depends on how u want to manage their energy because walks are not the only way to tire out high energy dogs.

#finch makes VERY sad noises when i do not take him its heartbreaking #i would just hold him :( he is my worst dog unfortuently in terms of behavior so he gets managed differently #thats my heart dog baby!!!! a struggle

[gentil-minou]

omg mdzs!!!!!! congrats to see you getting into that!! do you have a fav character?

God the better question is WHO DONT I LIKE????

obviously obsessed with Wei Wuxian the prettiest little shit ever. He is nicknamed Bestie. I have a lot of feelings about him but mostly I think he is shojo manga heroine levels of wonderful and I love him for that.

Then we got Lan Wangji who has some of the BEST sass. I loved him in the drama because his acting was so good despite so few lines, but omg in the book is is AMAZING. The scene where they play tag bdsm style??? Obsessed he is baby. Also the novel makes me think he's ASD coded which makes me very happy yes.

His nickname is Boyfriend because of course. He is also shojo manga levels of heroine and hero and he rocks it. I will gift him many bunnies and ribbons to tie up wwx with sjsjfjjs.

I could watch them watch each other for hours ajdjjdjsjjd I'm usually good at not shipping real life people but god....please give me strength their bts videos are just sjfjkakfkks.

Then we get the other characters who all have important nicknames as well. Wen Ning is Puppy Bestie because he is a puppy. Im honestly in shock that his actor is actually one of the oldest cast members because um what????? This baby be 30+?????

I loved him and his sister so much and was so upset that her death was just like off screen????? Excuse me????? For my queen?????

She is Queen Bestie of course. I worship the ground she walks and honestly I need fix it fics. Also her friendship with wwx was so good????? Like I just wanted them to bffs why did they do her dirty whyyyyy.

Jiang Cheng is Angry Bestie. I don't need to explain myself. Boy needs therapy. I will not be the one offering it to him though he too much for me.

Or just give him bunnies I guess. I wish we spent more time on him and wwx reconciling but thats what fics will be for!

The youth kiddos are baby besties. A-Yuan gets an extra high pitched squeal added to his name because he is extra baby

I can't decide if they are my favorite but I'm so excited for all the fics about them being a family SO EXCITEDHDJFJKS (send recs if you got any btw)

Took me a while to warm up but Jin Ling was great and his scenes with wwx was just so much fun to watch. Also the actor is like the same age as lwj's and I'm like????? The skill to act that much like a whiney teenager. Amazing.

(Please send me fics where his parents are alive I need them I need them like air)

(Also side note: making the fearsome historied terrifying Yiling Patriarch afraid of doggies???? Genius!!!!)

Jiang Yanli made me sob so many times cause I spoiled myself early to not get attached to the characters who die but then of course I was an idiot and got attached anyways. She is Soup Bestie or Sister Bestie. Depends on the day.

The best part of their dynamic was me realizing I have chaotic middle child energy like wwx. And she's such a good big sister like she made me want to call my own and tell them I love them and thanks for making that god awful kraft Mac and cheese with soy sauce and Broccoli and did I mention I cried a lot? Like so much (please send fix it fics kthnx)

Lan Xichen is Brother Bestie but honestly he should really be the Number 1 Wangxian Shipper and Wingman.

Boy knew his lil brother was pining over a dead evil guy for decades and supported him. We stan.

I just realized I didn't give Nie Huisang a nickname oops but also i saw somewhere that his idea of faking incompetence so other people will get shit done is genius. I love him, I want to be him. Hence forth he shall be known as Girlboss Bestie.

^me every goddamn day of my adult life.

I kinda hate myself for this but I also have a soft spot for Xue Yang. He's such a petty little piece of shit but also his crazy and evil vibes were just so good. I think I wouldn't have felt the same way if I read the novel version first instead if the drama, but god did I love the way this actor brought him to life. He is called Psychotic Bestie and he wears that title with pride.

This scene did so many things to me it must have been bait but yes twas I, the baited.

Would personally like to sue mxtx for the emotional abuse that was the Yi City arc thank you. Blissfully ignoring canon to say that the moment Song Lan left that city A-Qing and Xiao Xingchen came back to life from the power of gay vibes and found family alone thank you very much.

I can't fit anymore gifs but the short answer is I love everyone I'm so deep deeeeeep deep in this and I think I'll be in here for a while

#please send me more asks about .mdzs #im like so enthralled #im on volume 2 of the novel #and idk yet if ill watch the donghua or read the manhua next or dive directly into the fics but like #im obsessed its so good #also the ost SLAPS #if you want my therapeutic input its that everyone needs therapy the end #bushy rambles #mdzs #the untamed #asked and answered #final side note this series has more abreviations than psychology and id have thought that would be impossible actually

[scaryarcade]

YAYY IM FINALLY AROUND AGAIN TO DO AN INTRO LOL hi im 🎶 my pronouns are he/it/woof/any other canine adjacent neos honestly...👍 Im the facet who originally made this blog lol!!! i am like. an energy holder (??? is this a thing aomeone else has described or am i making up a word here) and technically a fictive and most importantly of all i am a PUPPY DOGGY. i loooooooove edm and rhythm games and scenecore. my favorite things are listening to music at a dangerously high volume and playjng beat saber til i cant feel my arms 😋

#abyssposting #🎶 #alter intros

[surviving-the-semester]

Meet Blue, a 6 year old (next month) Siberian Husky we just adopted. We were told Blue has been in shelters for years, and we can see in post history that Blue was adopted and quickly re-abandoned just 2 months ago. Warnings abound about how Siberian Huskys are not good pets fits for most people.

They are high energy, high attention puppers. Just like our last puppy, Brock. Brock passed away at 20 years (yes, 20!) in February. Brock was labeled a Husky Mix when adopted, but we found out after a few years he was actually a Coyote Shepard mix.

We left the original breed label on his paperwork, and were amused multiple times over the years as new vets would timidly (likely afraid we would abandon Brock) ask if we knew our dog was at least half Coyote.

We carefully read up on Siberian Huskys when we found out about Blue, because of all the warnings about having them as pets.

And wouldn't you know it, but their behavior sounded very familiar. Apparently Coyote Shepard mixes are essentially Siberian Huskys. They want to be next to you, no matter what you're doing, and need exercise.

This morning I woke up, came downstairs, and head skitched the puppy waiting, tail wagging, in the hallway. I absently pet him as I made my way through the kitchen for tea. Habitually fed him a treat as I drank. And patted his head as I went to the bathroom.

Only while washing my hands did I realize I just performed a routine that I hadn't done for 8 months, that of integrating a puppy into everything I do.

I cried, and then I smiled and scritched Blue some more. We will always miss and mourn Brock. He was the very best of doggies.

But Blue is going to be just fine with us, because the big brother he never met- Brock, taught us very well how to take care of a high energy, high attention doggy.

[animal25]

Blue German Shepherd: Heigh, Lifespan, Care Special Info

A blue German Shepherd is a beautiful canine with argentine fur and light-colored eyes, and it has a gene that dilutes its standard color.

Whereas the traditional German Cowgirl has a fleece pattern of faceless and brown, the blue variation possesses a dark blue or slate shade to their fleece.

Blue German goatherds ’ fleeces are dark slate or blue compared to the standard GSD colors of black and brown.

Blue Goatherds have the character, health enterprises, and physical features standard of the German Cowgirl strain despite their unique appearance.

● Height 22 – 26 elevation altitudinous ● Weight 57 – 90 lbs on average ● Appearance Medium-large strain, solid athletic figure ● Coat Thick double fleece that will exfoliate time-round

Breed Characteristics

blue Multicolored German Cowgirl doesn’t differ much from the tykes of other colors belonging to this strain. They’re medium- to-large doggies with a lifetime of 10- 13 times.

These creatures look beautiful and relatively aesthetic. They aren’t allowed for shows, however, in the USA because the American Kennel Club considers the adulterated color a big fault.

Piecemeal from such an unusual color, they have got a different saturation of tips, eye skirtings, and paw- pads. utmost blue Goatherds can boast blue eyes and argentine-blue pads like representatives of another lacing gene revision – an Isabella German Cowgirl whose color is an adulterated liver caused by a ‘ d’ gene.

The fleece of these blue Goatherds has the encounter shade on the main gray, so it’s just a shade of argentine or washed-out dark that reminds of blue. There are some minor variations of this shading, similar to bicolor, sable, defile, or solid blue. You can also come across dark-sword blue or light-greasepaint blue, and other variants

These colors look magnific, indeed. So, if you’re a German Cowgirl sucker, this canine is right for you. Not all blue Goatherds have blue eyes. Indeed if a puppy dog was born with this eye color, it may change to light brown or amber over time.

The fleece can be moreover long or medium. It’s doubled with a thick defensive upper subcaste and a soft hair that helps repel rainfall conditions. The blue GSD can exfoliate a lot, so it needs frequent brushing and fixing all the time.

The size doesn’t differ much from the standard German Shepherd’s size. Males grow to 24- 26 elevation or 60- 66 cm altitudinous, and their weight varies between 65- 90 pounds or 29- 40 kg. Ladies are lower and further gracious. They’re 22- 24 elevation or 55- 60 cm altitudinous and 50- 70 pounds or 22- 31 kg heavy. The color can not determine the size of the canine, moreover.

History

There’s no certainty as to when the Blue German Cowgirl first appeared. Since they’re a color variation of the traditional German Cowgirl canine, it’s likely the Blue German Cowgirl was present during the early development of the strain, but their presence was simply not recorded. This would have been done to set black and tan as the strain standard.

German Goatherds were first bred in the 19th century in northern Germany as herding canines to cover flocks of lamb from bloodsuckers. This part of their history likely contributes to them having similar high energy and being veritably hardworking.

They’re veritably intelligent and take direction well, which is why numerous are employed as members of police forces, field security, and service tykes.

The creation and standardization of the German Cowgirl can be traced back to a German man named Captain Max von Stephanitz. Max was looking for a working canine who held both “ mileage and intelligence ”. He believed that tykes should be working but there was no current strain that had the abidance, power, wit, and trainability that he asked.

He ultimately set up these rates in a medium-sized, wolf- suchlike canine who he latterly named Horand von Grafrath. Every German Cowgirl, anyhow of color variation, can trace their lineage back to Horand. The same is true for the Blue German Cowgirl.

More details:https://animalatoz.com/blue-german-shepherd/

#https://animalatoz.com/blue-german-shepherd/

[animala2z]

Blue German Shepherd: Heigh, Lifespan, Care Special Info

A blue German Shepherd is a beautiful canine with argentine fur and light-colored eyes, and it has a gene that dilutes its standard color.

Whereas the traditional German Cowgirl has a fleece pattern of faceless and brown, the blue variation possesses a dark blue or slate shade to their fleece.

Blue German goatherds ’ fleeces are dark slate or blue compared to the standard GSD colors of black and brown.

Blue Goatherds have the character, health enterprises, and physical features standard of the German Cowgirl strain despite their unique appearance.

● Height 22 – 26 elevation altitudinous ● Weight 57 – 90 lbs on average ● Appearance Medium-large strain, solid athletic figure ● Coat Thick double fleece that will exfoliate time-round

Breed Characteristics

blue Multicolored German Cowgirl doesn’t differ much from the tykes of other colors belonging to this strain. They’re medium- to-large doggies with a lifetime of 10- 13 times.

These creatures look beautiful and relatively aesthetic. They aren’t allowed for shows, however, in the USA because the American Kennel Club considers the adulterated color a big fault.

Piecemeal from such an unusual color, they have got a different saturation of tips, eye skirtings, and paw- pads. utmost blue Goatherds can boast blue eyes and argentine-blue pads like representatives of another lacing gene revision – an Isabella German Cowgirl whose color is an adulterated liver caused by a ‘ d’ gene.

The fleece of these blue Goatherds has the encounter shade on the main gray, so it’s just a shade of argentine or washed-out dark that reminds of blue. There are some minor variations of this shading, similar to bicolor, sable, defile, or solid blue. You can also come across dark-sword blue or light-greasepaint blue, and other variants

These colors look magnific, indeed. So, if you’re a German Cowgirl sucker, this canine is right for you. Not all blue Goatherds have blue eyes. Indeed if a puppy dog was born with this eye color, it may change to light brown or amber over time.

The fleece can be moreover long or medium. It’s doubled with a thick defensive upper subcaste and a soft hair that helps repel rainfall conditions. The blue GSD can exfoliate a lot, so it needs frequent brushing and fixing all the time.

The size doesn’t differ much from the standard German Shepherd’s size. Males grow to 24- 26 elevation or 60- 66 cm altitudinous, and their weight varies between 65- 90 pounds or 29- 40 kg. Ladies are lower and further gracious. They’re 22- 24 elevation or 55- 60 cm altitudinous and 50- 70 pounds or 22- 31 kg heavy. The color can not determine the size of the canine, moreover.

History

There’s no certainty as to when the Blue German Cowgirl first appeared. Since they’re a color variation of the traditional German Cowgirl canine, it’s likely the Blue German Cowgirl was present during the early development of the strain, but their presence was simply not recorded. This would have been done to set black and tan as the strain standard.

German Goatherds were first bred in the 19th century in northern Germany as herding canines to cover flocks of lamb from bloodsuckers. This part of their history likely contributes to them having similar high energy and being veritably hardworking.

They’re veritably intelligent and take direction well, which is why numerous are employed as members of police forces, field security, and service tykes.

The creation and standardization of the German Cowgirl can be traced back to a German man named Captain Max von Stephanitz. Max was looking for a working canine who held both “ mileage and intelligence ”. He believed that tykes should be working but there was no current strain that had the abidance, power, wit, and trainability that he asked.

He ultimately set up these rates in a medium-sized, wolf- suchlike canine who he latterly named Horand von Grafrath. Every German Cowgirl, anyhow of color variation, can trace their lineage back to Horand. The same is true for the Blue German Cowgirl.

[christeningsakusa]

[karasuno] what type of dog they own

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Warnings: none, fluff

ᥫ᭡ Hinata: Fell in love with a stray he found on the streets of Brazil and doesn’t know/care the breed. He’s an active dog, rivaling Hinata when it comes to stamina on their morning and evening jogs. The dog has a beautiful multi-colored coat that Hinata keeps well brushed and fluffy. Will get stopped by ladies, babies, and everyone in between for a pat.

ᥫ᭡ Kageyama: A big fluffy samoyed! but he didn’t know the name of his dog’s breed until someone commented it on an insta post of his. He just really enjoys how the smiley face of his dog contrasts his seemingly cold demeanor, and how smart she is. Does struggle to keep her coat nice and white though.

ᥫ᭡ Yamaguchi: He keeps a quiet life and wanted a dog that would easily fit in with his routine. His english cocker spaniel was a perfect fit into his daily routine. The two spend afternoons curled up on the couch, or enjoying a nice stroll to the convince store nearby. Frequently buys new sweaters or bandanas for his good boy.

ᥫ᭡ Tsukishima: Crusty white dog energy. She’s a maltese but kept with a puppy cut- named her sue after the largest t-rex skeleton ever found. Neither of them are very high energy and she doesn’t need out that frequently. Sweet girl is often sleeping in his lap while he works in his office.

ᥫ᭡ Yachi: Fell for the golden doodle trend but who can blame her. She runs a doggie Instagram for him that is actually quite popular and will get stopped on the street when they frequent dog friendly cafes. He’s a sweet boy but incredibly protective of Yachi and will bark at any one who he senses is making her nervous.

ᥫ᭡ Tanaka: Street pit bull to sweater baby pipeline at its finest. One of the first things he did when he moved out is rescue this sweet baby boy. Tanaka uses this as an excuse to stay fit, and will frequently take him for walks/jogs. Fully convinced the matching sweaters they have on are a ladies magnet.

ᥫ᭡ Noya: Small man: big dog. He just thinks english mastiffs are really rad. The two are quite the sight out on the town, mostly because people are amazed at how his dog isn’t pulling him off of his feet. The size of him does make it difficult for Noya’s frequent travel but he makes it work. The two are often found on his boat.

ᥫ᭡ Asahi: Large man: tiny dog. The embodiment of a lap dog, his yorkie terrier is spoiled to the max. Asahi’s career in fashion design actually allows him to bring her with him most days complete with small bag and everything. When him and Noya meet up, people think their dogs are switched and a few heads turn when it’s Asahi picking up the handbag.

ᥫ᭡ Suga: French bulldog lover, has been dreaming about owning one since primary school. Him and his handsome boy match well with their contrasting grey hair. Will use bringing his dog into school as a bribe for his students good behavior. Suga is really into dog training, and this good boy knows many tricks- makes the kids go crazy with play dead for hours.

ᥫ᭡ Daichi: No, he doesn’t have a German Shepard. His boxer was the family dog back in high school but he is so attached to the sweet girl he snuck her to his apartment as soon as he was done with the Academy. The two have a strict walk routine even at her older age, and will jog for long distances around the neighborhood every morning. She has the shiniest coat from her incredibly well rounded diet.

ᥫ᭡ Kiyoko: A Pomeranian that thinks it’s a cat. She had two cats when she decided to adopt her dog as a puppy. Poor thing doesn’t understand why it can’t jump as far her brother and sister. Similarly to Yachi she owns a popular Instagram for her dog and the two will frequently collab for photo shoots.

#ᥫ᭡ headcanon #hinata x reader #hinata shoyo #hinata #hinata shoyo x reader #kageyama #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio #kageyama tobio x reader #Yamaguchi #yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi tadashi #tsukishima #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #yachi #tanaka #tanaka x reader #noya #nishinoya #nishinoya x reader #asahi #asahi x reader #asahi azumane #suga #suga x reader #sugawara koshi #daichi #daichi x reader #daichi sawamura

[writinginthedarkwood]

Werewolf! Kirishimia Eijiro: A New Meaning to Golden Retriever Boyfriend.

Thank you so dearly for this request, it was so much fun to write. Prompt #16 “Not this again.” For the fictober event. If you have a request, please send me an ask I would love to write it. 

No warnings, fluffy and cute.

"You've got to be kidding me, not this again." You looked down at your phone, a long paragraph typed up from your boyfriend Eijiro in the same format as last month. An excuse, an apology, canceling tonight's plans, and about two more apologies. Tonight he's claiming stomach issues, but you know the truth. You sigh and check your bank account. If he would just tell the truth you could tell him that it wouldn't be a problem for you to pay for the movie tickets tonight! He makes good money, he must really spend over his budget. He's so chivalrous and sweet, it might insult him to try and pay for things sometimes. You don't mind, if only he'd just open up.

You decide that enough is enough, you're going over there and you're going to put an end to the lying! He's going to let you pay for the date if you have to drag him out by his ears. You throw on the outfit you had planned for your date, cleaned up your hair and head down the street into the night air. Eijiro's house is just outside of city lines in the suburbs. He has a nice end lot with a large field behind it. You're so jealous of his view. You hop on the bus and ride with head phones on, listening to a playlist he made you. The bus can be a little scary at night, but nobody is on here except for you. It's kind of peaceful just listening to music and staring at the full moon. It's large and round face is staring down at you like a caring grandmother.

 Another text pops up.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry I disappointed you. I have to get some sleep, I love you baby." You rolled your eyes. It's just past 10pm! You're not letting him sit and sulk in the dark alone all night. You resisted the urge to throw your phone into your bag in frustration. He is such a wonderful boyfriend 99% of the time, but he always seems like he's hiding a part of himself. What is it? A bad childhood? A gambling addiction? Is he secretly apart of the mafia??? The bus halted to a stop and left you outside of his neighborhood, you stomped all the way down the sidewalk to the end of the line of houses and stared at your boyfriends place. The porch light is off, but the lights are on inside. You know where he keeps the hidden spare key and jam it into the lock. You almost kick the door down as you shout for your boyfriend.

 He was sitting on the couch, tying his shoe laces. He's putting on hiking boots this late? "Hey! You're awake!" You slam the door behind you and scold your red headed sweet heart. "Babe what are you doing here? It's almost midnight!" His voice is shaking. He nervously looks at the clock on the wall and stands up. "You have to go baby, I'm really embarrassed! My stomach is-" "Stop lying! Your stomach is fine!" You want to raise your voice and yell, but his giant puppy dog eyes are so cute. You jam a finger into his chest and scrunch up your mouth, doing your best to look irritated. "I knew I would get here and see you're not hunched over a puke bucket!" He put both hands on your shoulders and gently rubbed up and down on your arms. He's such a large man, he's practically a wall he's so solid. Yet he always has the sweetest touches, making sure to be so gentle with you. His callused finger tips brushed against your skin and gave you goosebumps.

 It took every ounce of restraint in you not to fall right into his arms. "I'm sorry honey, but you really can't stay here tonight. I need you to head back home." He said hardly above a whisper. He kissed your forehead and you shoved his chest with all of your might. He didn't budge, but understood you wanted him away from you so he stepped back. "Oh I'm sorry, is your booty call on the way over and I'm interrupting?" You felt like someone had stabbed you right in the heart. It couldn’t be true, he has never showed any signs of being disloyal. You’re just tired and confused.

 Eijiro looked panicked. "Oh god of course not! No, no its not like that I swear!"  He swallowed you in his arms pushing your cheek against his pecks and kissing all over the top of your head. "There is nobody other than you, I could never even think of betraying you, you're my soul mate." He said between kisses. You wrapped your arms around him and snuggled in. His warmth overwhelming. "Well then what is it...?" You whined a bit, it's getting later and you want to just fall asleep in his arms. "Are you going to turn into a wolf at midnight?" You chuckled. His hand stopped running through your hair and he stiffened completely. You look up at him puzzled, he's staring down at you with a look of panic. "That's crazy why would you even say that?" He says all too seriously. You nervously laugh. "What's wrong? I was just joking. It's not like I really believe you're about to start howling at the full moon." Eijiro stared off into space, like his brain was loading and he couldn't think of what to say. "Right...?" You cocked an eyebrow at him. "It might be a little bit like that." He scratched his head. 

You two sat in the quiet for a little bit. Every time he tried to elaborate he ended up getting caught up in his own words. You two sat awkwardly in his living room until its about 5 minutes til midnight. "I- I'm going to go to the bathroom." He quickly dismissed himself, running to his bedroom and shutting the door. You followed quickly after him. Is he insane? Does he really expect you to just sit out here while he hides pretending to shape shift to get out of movie night? He's obviously  having a difficult time, maybe his money troubles make him feel emasculated? You softly tap on his bedroom door and it slips open. The bathroom door is closed shut with the light peaking out under the crack. You walk past his bed and dressers and hear weird scuttling sounds the closer you get. You knock again. "Hey honey, why don't you come out so we can talk about this? It's okay if you didn't want to go out because of money..." You leaned against the door. "It doesn't make you less of a man to let me pay sometimes." He's so wonderful, you don't think there could be any other reason why he can be so flakey.

The sound of shampoo bottles and shaving cream canisters falling to the ground startle you. "Babe are you okay?" You turn the door nob. The door flings open, a large shape tackles you, knocking you to the ground. You let out a large wheeze, the wind escaping your lungs. "What the fu-" Your face was assaulted with a large flat tongue, licking all over you. Slobber flew across the room as a giant red dog panted and whimpered as it gave you kisses. "You're a dog! Oh my god you're a dog!" You pushed your monstrous boyfriend off of you and took a good look at him. He's huge, and even a little scary looking. His fur is bright crimson and his eyes are a daring shade of yellow. But he sat there, panting like a normal dog. You waved in front of his face. "Are you in there babe?" The dog playfully nipped at your finger, trying to pull your hand into his mouth. "Hey! No bites!" You retracted your hand and held it close to your chest. His fangs are giant. 

The wolf man got down low to the ground in the stance you've seen puppies do right before they-

 He takes off, zooming across the floor and into the living room at full speed. Pictures that lined the hallway crash to the ground. You rush to your feet and chase after him. "Wait!! Down boy! Down!!" You shout. He's already on the couch, gripping a throw pillow between his powerful jaws and shaking it. Cotton stuffing flies across the room, coating the floor. "No! Bad Eijiro! Bad doggy!" You try to wrestle the pillow away from him and fail. He topples over you, knocking you back down onto the floor and taking off across the room again, this time to the kitchen. You tenderly rub your arm, you landed on it weird and it's a little sore. Another crashing sound prompts you to get up onto your feet and run after him. The trash can is toppled over on its side, trash strewn across the floor. His snout was pushing around the garbage, looking for something to swallow. "Are you kidding me? What is with you?" You grab the wolf by the scruff of his neck, and pull him to the other side of the room away from the trash. "You sit!" Eijiro whines and sits down, looking up at you with the saddest eyes. "Oh don't look at me like that. This is not what I thought a werewolf would be like." Eijiro's large head pushed against you, rubbing his face all over your stomach as you pet his head. "You just need to burn some of this energy off." 

You can't help but love the silly thing. He is still your boyfriend, even if he is a little different than usual right now. He followed you down the hall,  staying right by your side. He takes up most of the space, his large frame almost tipping you off balance with small bumps into your hip. You dug through a pile in his hall closet until you found an old baseball and plastic toy bat. Wow, he really needs to clean up his closet, you think to yourself. "Okay babe, let's go-" He looked up at you with all of the love in the world, hanging on your every word. You crack into a smile. "Let's go outside and play you big goof.

"The two of you trampled through the tall grass behind Eijiro's house, he seemed to use little to no effort at all. His massive paws stomping down the weeds like it's nothing. You decided you were far enough away from the neighbors and took a strong stance. You haven't hit a ball in ages, but this plastic bat is wide and should make it a little easier on you. The baseball flew high into the air, you focused and swung the bat, smacking the ball across the field. Your wolf ran, faster than any animal you had ever seen after the small object, passing it and having to loop around with a terrifying pin point turn. He grabbed the ball off of the ground so quick you barely saw the motion, and in a flash he was back at your feet. You could do nothing but shake your head and laugh. "Are you kidding me? You're amazing!" Eijiro looked pleased, so you scratched his neck fluff.

 "Alright let's see if I can hit it a little farther." 

Again, and again, and again he chased the ball across the field and back happily dropping the ball at your feet. He only made you wrestle for it once, he could probably keep the ball away from you forever with those intense muscles, but that's not as fun for him. Seeing how pleased you looked when he brought it back was filling the beast with all the pride in the world.

Eventually your arm got tired, and he seemed to have about run out of energy too. He laid down in the field and looked up at the moon. You laid your head on his stomach, the rhythm of his breathing so comforting. You just talked to him, venting about life and how weird things are in the city now. You found yourself thinking about how a simple bus ride was starting to feel too far away from him at this point. "I know you don't really understand me right now, but I really love you. I know we've said it before, but I love you. I think you're my forever person." He was laying on his paws, looking up at the starry sky. "I know you felt like you had to hide this from me, but it doesn't scare me, or weird me out." You talk quietly and close your eyes, snuggling deeper into his fur. "If I have to come throw a ball for you once a month, I'll do it. I've got friends that deal with way worse with their boyfriends." You smirked, thinking you're pretty funny. That'll make Eijiro laugh in the morning, you'll save that for later. 

The rising sun burned your eyelids, scaring you awake. You hadn't meant to stay out here for the rest of the night, but it was so late and he was so comfortable. He's much more familiar to you now, he slept peacefully as you rested on his chest. He looks worn out, but the two of you can't stay out there forever. You gently tap his face. He popped one eye open and looked around. "Oh man!" He gasped and looked down at his hands and feet. "I'm so stupid! You could get sick staying outside all night!" He put a hand on your face and cupped your chin. "Are you alright my love?" He asked with the soft voice only you get to hear. "Yeah I'm fine. How are you feeling?" "I feel fine. I'll be a little more hungry today, but it's no big deal." He looked down at the ground with a sheepish smile. "Thanks for staying with me all night." "Aw come on, it's no big deal. You're... a good boy." You teased while ruffling his hair.

 "Hey!"

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hi there! can you do nsfw a-z for hendery? thank you! <3

NSFW Alphabet w/ Hendery

Warning: Smutty!

A/N: Thank u for the request hope you enjoy!

Aftercare:

He’s alllll for aftercare. Even if he’s not there with you and are doing phone sex he still does it. He’s asking you if you’re okay, to go get cleaned up, get some rest, eat and take a few minutes to yourself. If he went too hard on you he tends to stay with you whether it’s on the bed cuddling or just flat out following you to make sure you’re not having a hard time walking or doing any other activities that’s requiring you to move. Your safety means the world to him so even when you tell him you’re fine he won’t stop budging. At one point I can see him brushing you off and sending you to the couch or bed while he cleans and fixes the place up.

Body Part:

Not really a body part but he loves your hair. He loves tugging your hair just as much as he loves his being tugged.

Cum:

In any hole really. Hendery is just a sucker to see you full of him. He doesn’t like it splattered on you because he’s convinced it’s being wasteful and he may or may not have a breeding kink 😶

Dirty secret:

He has an oral fixation. Like the dude is literally in love with eating you out and sometimes it can get too much for you when you two get intimate. He can’t help it he loves it so much but won’t show it because he thinks you might get annoy of him constantly attacking your pussy :( so when you two do get handsy he seriously does not hold back at all. If he gets to a point where he has you practically sobbing then so be it but he’s not going to back off until he’s for sure done with you (if that’s what you’re into)

Experience:

I see him as experienced. Had a partner here and there and definitely went past making out. But oh boy they just didn’t hit the way you do. Everything he always wanted to try out was with you which is why it’s all the more special. Because you’re so accepting that he grows more and more confident in pleasuring you.

Favorite position:

Definitely doggy and cowgirl. He needs to be in charge. Now when you’re in cowgirl he never once has you think you’re in charge. I see him as one who’s very dominant behind all that goofiness. He’ll have you leaned down on his chest, an arm around your neck and the other around your waist as he relentlessly pounded into your fucked out cunt. Not holding back until every last drop is deeply stuffed in.

Goofy:

Okay he’s definitely goofy in the beginning. He’ll crack a hole here and there and overall just make it all the more comfortable. But as soon as the first moan leaves one of your guys mouth he’s inner dom comes out and no more Hendery now you’re face with Kunhang.

Hair:

Honestly it’s one or the other. No I’m between he’s a pretty confident man so he won’t worry whether he still keep it nice and trimmed to bare. If he wants to leave it as is he will and same goes for you. He literally does not mind what you do with your girl down there as long as he’s stilling tapping it it’s literally all that matters to him smh.

Intimacy:

The only time there’s real intimacy is if you two have been away for a long time. Missing you so much just as has him wrapped around you the entire time. And when you two are climaxing he’s pressing kisses to your shoulder, temple, lips anywhere silencing telling you, you did a good job and he loves you so so much.

Jerk off:

Oh yeah. He does it quite often. The boy literally is a puppy who grew attachment issues. He tends to miss your touch and presence and eventually that longing turns into sexual frustration that he just can’t tame. Kinda surprised how he still hasn’t been caught cuz of how often he does it especially since he shares his room. He loves to jerk off with you, so phone sex is a must.

Kink:

The biggest breeding kinker. Bondage. Those are his go to but he’s up for anything. Nothing is ever a routine when it comes to him he always has to try something new, nothing to big of a new but just something to spice things up. So things like choking, he grew fond of that as well. He also tried using ice but it only irritated him because the ice wouldn’t stop sliding down so that was a big turn off for him which only resulted in him taking out his frustration on you, annoyed that it didn’t work out to well but hey you didn’t mind. You got fucked by a frustrated Hendery that’s a pretty win win for you.

Location:

Okay hear me out, Hendery is literally in denial when it comes to this. But the man can literally do it ANYWHERE. Just with the right amount of edging and or sexual tension is why gets him to snap. Usually when his mind isn’t going fuzzy and he’s not in a lustful state he won’t even think to the idea of taking you in a public restroom. Or fucking you in the car in a parking lot filled with other cars. But as soon as you begin to tease him or whisper him how much you need him he slowly starts turning into the dommy man you oh so love just like his regular self and before you know it you’re coming back home with a slight limp.

Motivation:

How lost you get. You will be minding your own business but won’t notice how every move you’re making is a bit more seductive to Hendery’s eyes. He snaps as soon as you flash him that ‘innocent’ smile at him and that’s when he has you pinned. He also loves how confident you get, when you’re in the mood you don’t hold back. Already on a mission to tag Hendery’s whereabouts and pounce on him. Seriously ends up falling more in love with you when he’s all of a sudden gets dragged away from his activities and pushed onto a surface to lay or sit on. Biting his lip as you begin to attack him in kisses. Yeah he’s a goner right then and there.

No:

Honestly Hendery says no to anything he considers not that fun or interesting. Like the ice, won’t ever do that again what a waste of time and ice.

Oral:

My god YES. He loves you sucking him but usually he gets impatient because he’s the one who wants to eat you out. Might get a bit selfish because you like oral too so he might take up your time just so that he gets to work on you. The boy literally loves eating pussy he can go for hours and not get tired. Though eventually it gets too much your hands are pushing at his head and legs desperately trying to shut, hot tears running down your cheek by how sensitive you’re getting. Close to seeing spots.

Pace:

He has a good pace. Not too fast or slow, doesn’t stop often nor does he pound into you continuously without break. He knows exactly what pace to go which is right in the middle of it all which is what gets you to cum hard. His pace reflects on his thrusts and stamina and when all three come together he gets his baby happily pleasured which is all that matters to him.

Quickies:

Into it definitely. Hendery is overall a sex addict. That’s the truth. And the thing is he does good when you’re not around, for some time. But once your in view, in arms length or just the mention of your name is an instant click in his brain to desperately fuck you to tomorrow. Always before practice, after concerts, before grocery shopping. Hell he might even drag you to the bathroom and fuck you while you two were in the middle of shopping. He’s all for it and he’s not ashamed of it.

Risk:

Doesn’t give a fuck. Quite frankly he wishes someone catches you two in the act. Just the mere thought already has him climaxing so hard. Just seeing the shocked face of someone catching him fucking you balls deep is probably a deep desire of his. Like I said earlier this man can fuck you anywhere and won’t care who can see.

Stamina:

This boy has such a high sex drive he’s learned how to keep a high stamina. Hell even after you two are finished he still might have some energy he still needs to let off but never acts upon it because he sees how tired and worn out you are he just no longer has the heart to keep you going. You already did so much for him his needs can wait.

Toys:

Yes! I see Hendery as secretly kinky so using toys is a must for him. He’ll mostly use them to edge you on, yes he might like using them but he will never have a toy make you cum. If anything only he can, not even a toy shall do that to you. I also see him as the type to have lots of phone sex with you and have you use them but as soon as you’re close to cumming he’ll demand you to get rid of em and use your fingers to finish you off.

Unfair:

It’s a 50/50 for him. Usually he likes to tease you but not for long. He’s not the biggest fan of not giving you what you want.

Volume:

I feel like he’s one who’s kinda shy to show you his sounds of pleasure when you first go out but the more he gets comfortable and the more you reassure him he gets more vocal. Now that doesn’t mean he’s the loudest mf, I feel like he is only ever loud when he hits the spot to the point where his fingers are practically leaving a bruise on you by how good it feels. But other than that he’ll most likely grunt and have heavy breathing. Sweat running down his forehead which is what gets you going and have you get him to grunt louder when you either ride him faster or squeeze around him.

Wildcard:

When he plays video games with the boys he tends to have you on his lap throughout the game. Cock warming is his absolute favorite. He treats it like a challenge. How long can he have you on his lap without fucking you and usually it lasts around four rounds until he’s saying goodbye and fucking you from behind. Letting all his sexual needs on to you who is currently shaking his desk top like crazy.

X-ray:

Feel like he’s a bit over average. I feel like he’s more long than girthier but doesn’t mean it’s skinny as hell. Don’t get it twisted the boy be packing no doubt.

Yearning:

The man craves for you literally all the time. The only time he doesn’t yearn for you is if scheduling is kicking his ass and he’s too sleep deprived to even eat properly. Even then he might make it up by having lazy sex with you as soon as he wakes up. You guys have sex pretty regularly, if anything it’s a lot than regularly. You must have some nice working birth control because man with all these rounds and you’re still not knocked up. Only making it a challenge for Hendery to succeed in. And let me tell you once he challenges himself he most definitely succeeds.

Zzz:

Hendery is either or. It’s either he’s so worn out of his energy he falls asleep or he still has some energy left and uses that to clean up and yourselves. Usually because of how much he puts you through you’ll be the one knocked out so he’ll probably distract himself by playing the drums or doing what Hendery usually does.

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