Céadaoin is for Pets
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classics_lover hosting this week. Wednesday's theme is Pets. Maybe Peachblossom and Jumphave notions about proper care of Kel, maybe one of the Avengers acquires a kitten, go wild, er, domesticated!
Ahoy hoy my doves. I’mclassics_lover and today's theme is Hurt/Comfort. Prompts can be anything to do with the H/C trope. MAybe someone got a papercut and their SO is giving them extra temderness, maybe somone got bad news and their bff gets a tub of ice cream. Go wild.
Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Dragon Age, author's choice, no you can't keep a dragonling as a pet!
+ Author's choice (please no SPN), any, having a furry boss (canine or feline or other animal that is The Boss of the Human)
+ Tortall, Peachblossom and Jump and Daine and Kel, Kel understands most of what her horse and dog think but it's great to have a translator
We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2021 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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classics_lover hosting this week. Wednesday's theme is Pets. Maybe Peachblossom and Jumphave notions about proper care of Kel, maybe one of the Avengers acquires a kitten, go wild, er, domesticated!Ahoy hoy my doves. I’m
classics_lover and today's theme is Hurt/Comfort. Prompts can be anything to do with the H/C trope. MAybe someone got a papercut and their SO is giving them extra temderness, maybe somone got bad news and their bff gets a tub of ice cream. Go wild.Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Dragon Age, author's choice, no you can't keep a dragonling as a pet!
+ Author's choice (please no SPN), any, having a furry boss (canine or feline or other animal that is The Boss of the Human)
+ Tortall, Peachblossom and Jump and Daine and Kel, Kel understands most of what her horse and dog think but it's great to have a translator
We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2021 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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Date: 2021-05-26 10:53 am (UTC)Fill, Original
Date: 2021-05-26 11:21 am (UTC)Terri laughs at that saying because, hey, veterinarian and also hobby farmer and also animal rescuer because people can be cruel to those who are helpless. So she has Stripper, the Basset hound/Beagle mix, and whatever fosters are hanging around, plus the horses she shares with her best friend, Sophie - who's always prowling the woods and highways and downtown Orlando because of who (what) she is, bringing home strays ("How is it you can befriend animals? You're an apex predator. Don't they know that?"
Sophie shrugs, a fluid movement that involves her whole body. "I've never asked.").
Then there's Mato, her boyfriend, and James, his cousin - and they find more animals, and of course, everyone in town knows who she is and that she won't turn an animal away.
But Stripper sometimes growls at the newest, or at James' own dog, Sunka. When she growls at Sophie, Terri bites her lip but Sophie understands the old rescue dog. She goes belly up and whines like a pup until Stripper slobbers all over her. When Stripper crawls on top of her chest (and lies there, an anchor while she thoroughly cleans Sophie's face), Sophie tells Terri, "You gotta speak the language."
And Terri knows, as close as she is to these animals, and her friend (and her friend's pack - Sophie's family; Terri's family, too), she'll never be able to speak the language as well as a native speaker.
Oh, jealousy.
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Date: 2021-05-26 02:09 pm (UTC)fill 1/3 ... oh my god what have I done, I am in love with this cat now
Date: 2021-05-28 02:32 am (UTC)“You gotta choose? Is that another stupid twenty-first century rule?” Bucky looks up, that befuddled-old-man line between his eyes really is a work of art. Oh, and he’s got a kitten on each shoulder. “I like dogs too.”
“Oh. Great. So today I’m bringing a kitten into my house, tomorrow I’m gonna wake up and find a dog chewing on my slippers? Is that what’s happening here?”
“Your house?”
Sam rolls his eyes. “Our house, the house. You gonna pick one or what?”
Bucky gently detaches them, one tiny kitten-claw at a time, looking into each of their little faces, stroking the grey spotted one between its ears before setting it down among its litter mates. “This one, I think,” he says, cradling the orange tabby in one arm. Hilariously, its little razory talons can’t get a grip on vibranium and it looks like a deranged fluffy octopus for a minute, scrabbling for purchase.
“All I’m saying is,” Sam mutters as he pulls out his wallet, “that thing starts bringing mice into the house, I’m putting you both out to sleep in the shed.”
You know what Sam did? Sam didn’t just indulge his ridiculous ex-assassin boyfriend and buy him a kitten, he somehow bought his traumatized ex-assassin with the shredded psyche an alert kitten.
Tiger (‘Aw, look at you two, the tiger and the wolf … please tell me you’re joking, I thought we agreed on Marvin. Marvin, Bucky!’) figured out the litter box right away and so far hasn’t brought anything dead into the house and they’ve just switched him over from kitten food to cat food. He’s got a strict ‘no cats in the bedroom’ rule and most days Sam hardly notices he’s there, so it’s all good. First time he does notice, he and Bucky have been hollering at each other from opposite ends of the house. Sam wants to know if Bucky’s ready for dinner, Bucky’s trying to figure out if the movie he wants to watch is on Netflix, and neither of them’s willing to actually make the trek to hold the conversation in a normal tone of voice. So when Buck doesn’t reply to a particularly epic witticism, when Sam then strains his ears and hears the tell-tale accent of that dickbag Fox News reporter, he mutters, “Oh, hell,” and quick turns off the stove and heads into the living room.
‘…among others are calling for the full pardon and return of the shield and good standing to John F Walker or, as we like to call him around here, the Captain.’
Bucky’s holding the remote control in his right hand which is good news for its longevity, at least, and Sam approaches him slowly, hands at his sides, waiting for Bucky to look at him. Buck is giving the TV that dead-eye stare that makes Sam think of the first time he ever laid eyes on the Winter Soldier. He’s willing to bet the news station is flashing that picture of him from New York with #NotMyCaptain splashed across his face.
“Buck…how ‘bout some dinner?” Sam asks softly. Bucky doesn’t reply, but then Tiger is winding around his legs, stretching up to hook his claws in the denim of his jeans, and Bucky is bending to scoop him up, nuzzling his face against Tiger’s downy white belly while the cat starts purring to beat the band.
“Yeah, you’re right, buddy. Okay,” Bucky murmurs, clearly talking to the cat, turning off the TV and tossing the remote onto the couch.
“Oh, great, cat hair, what a turn-on,” Sam mutters, brushing off his face after Bucky presses a kiss to his jaw in passing. Then he follows Bucky and Tiger out of the room, wondering what just happened.
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Date: 2021-05-28 02:32 am (UTC)He tries everything he can think of from chamomile tea to multiple orgasms but after five sleepless nights even a super soldier starts to look a little ragged and Bucky shakes his head when Sam says he’s turning in, asks if Bucky’s coming with. He hasn’t felt so helpless in a long, long ass time as he does just standing there, out of ideas, looking down at Buck who’s sitting on the couch, off-balance cuz his left arm is tucked into a case and set up high in the hall closet, like it’s a weapon Buck’s afraid he’ll use in his sleep.
“I am taking you to your shrink tomorrow if I have to tie you up and toss you in the trunk,” he murmurs against Bucky’s mouth before pulling him close by the front of his shirt and kissing him hard. Bucky squeezes the back of his neck, just shy of painful, and neither confirms not denies his amenability to this plan.
Sam leaves him sitting there on the couch and goes to bed.
He manages to wait until dawn before he creeps out to check on Bucky, and stops dead in the doorway. Buck is stretched out flat on his back, face peaceful in repose, his hand resting lightly on Tiger’s back. How he’s managing to sleep when he’s more or less got a fluffy portable magic fingers going full speed on his chest, Sam can’t guess.
And he’s so gonna mutter later about being shown up by a cat, but for now he just goes back to bed and passes out at last, waking hours later to the smell of coffee right beside him. Buck’s sitting up against the headboard, reading a book and absently stroking the cat.
“What a lazybones, sleeping ‘til ten,” Bucky murmurs, and Sam muffles a groan in his pillow when he realizes he’s starting to recognize Bucky’s talking-to-the-cat voice. “What would his mama say, hm?” Bucky rubs his thumb against Tiger’s cheek, who opens his honey-colored eyes to look first at Bucky, then right at Sam, smug as anything he’s ever seen. The no cats in the bedroom rule definitely just went out the window, and Sam isn’t even mad.
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Date: 2021-05-28 02:33 am (UTC)“No.”
“He could ride on Redwing.”
“Hell fucking no.”
“We could buy you one of those baby sling things and you could carry him around strapped to your chest? His claws might come in handy in a fight, man, I’m just saying.”
“Sam?”
“Hmm?”
“Why do you want to take our cat into battle?”
“Our cat? Since when is he our cat, I don’t think he even knows I exist. Until I’m opening a can, then he only has eyes for me, which hurts, by the way. Yeah, I’m talking about you, mister.”
It’s not that Sam actually wants to take the cat into battle (not that there’s going to be a battle, dear god please let them get there in time to deescalate the conflict), that would be absurd. It’s just he’s kind of got used to having the little monster around to alert him to Bucky’s moods – more important, to alert Bucky himself. In the last six months he can count Bucky’s bad nights on one hand, while he’s lost track of the number of times he’s seen Bucky catch himself starting to spiral. So yeah, as they hand Tiger over to Sarah and the boys on their way out of town, Sam spares a wish that they could bring him along encased in some kind of bulletproof catsuit – and where has he seen something like that before, hmm – like a very tiny, very cute Team Cap mascot. Oh well.
AJ makes Tiger wave goodbye to them with one tiny paw, calling out in a high-pitched mewling voice that’s apparently what cats sound like according to ten-year-old boys, “I’ll miss you! Come back soon!”
And Bucky, the giant, irrepressible dork that he undeniably is, actually turns around to execute a perfect salute, making Sam flash back powerfully to that one worn and faded photograph that was among Steve’s few treasured possessions from his own time. Snapping his heels together Bucky calls back, “Don’t forget me while I’m gone, sweetheart!” then he’s laughing, teeth flashing while his eyes almost disappear, head tilted up to the clear blue sky while he falls into step beside Sam, slinging an arm around his shoulders and jostling him for a few steps.
Sam’s standing by the driver’s side door, pulling out his keys when Bucky says, just as casual as musing on the weather, “I think we should get Tiger a friend so he’s not lonely when we’re gone.”
“No.” Sam shoots back, jabbing a finger at him over the hood of the car.
“Maybe an all-black one, we could name him—”
“No!”
“You didn’t even wait to hear my—”
“Hell fucking no, Barnes!”
“Fine.” Bucky glares at him, then slides into the car. Sam’s just turning the engine over when Buck half-leans over to him and says, “Midnight.”
“…excuse me?”
“Black cat. Midnight. What’d you think I was gonna say?”
“I hate you.”
“You seriously thought I was gonna suggest naming a cat after the king of Wakanda? Wow. Thanks, pal. That’s real nice.”
“So much. That is how much I hate you.”
Sam’s checking his blind spot, about to pull into traffic, when Bucky murmurs, “Though I happen to know for a fact that he’d be flattered.”
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