#//baby paws they're adorable

[lordincognito]

He pouts "Well I'm not even a dragon y-" a pause " Yet I'm managing this far, you should encourage me with affection" he says with his arms crossed, his face sporting a smile however.

"You should definitely give me many many dragon kisses" he continues as a soft laughter bubbles out of him "Hush, it doesn't frustrate me. I'm just being a bit embarrassed because I want to look cool in front of my love, yet the laughter I got out of you is just as precious"

Speaking of embarrassment it was Wriothesley's turn to laugh as Neuvillette proved his theory by glowing(blushing) because he felt embarrassed, and of course trying not to fully admit it by mumbling.

"What was that my love, you have to repeat it." He teases despite hearing it perfectly.

Hearing the part about carrying him (mumbled as well of course) makes his grin even wider.

"Oh? Is my big powerful sovereign getting shy all of a sudden?" He continues to tease, snickering with amusement.

He ceases his teasing when he's being moved, appreciating the new position as he could lay close to the dragon's heart, even offering the scales there a few kisses.

The first thing Neuvillette does when he wakes up is just spend some time admiring his partner, reaching to pull him closer and run his fingers through Wriothesleys hair, leaning in to place a few kisses to his neck.

With that, he pulled the blanket over them again, purring happily, his tail twisting to curl around Wriothesleys calves, basically trapping the man although being sure to keep his hold loose. While waiting for him to wake up for a while, he took up nuzzling into his partners cheek, purring rather noisily as he smothered him with cuddles.

“Mon amour,” He murmured softly, kissing his cheek and pulling him just a bit closer until he’s resting on the purring dragons chest, “Are you awake, my love? I apologize if I wake you up with this…” Neuvillette whispered softly, running his fingers gently through his partners dark locks, smiling softly at him, trying his best not to wake up the man if he wasn’t already awake.

~ @monsieur-neuvillette ( Giving a style I use on my other blogs a run if you don’t mind :3 )

He felt like a weighted blanket was coiled around him ,it felt comforting. The blanket also seemed to be vibrating.....Wait a damn minute blankets don't do that, he realizes in his grogginess from stirring awake... Blankets don't comb your hair either so that can only mean one thing...He is being cuddled by his boyfriend.

What a great way to wake up!

"How many times do I need to tell you to stop apologizing for giving me affection silly~" he mumbles half awake as he snuggles closer to the dragon's chest, arms wrapping around his waist.

"You know the best ways to wake me up and you're going to turn me into a very spoiled boyfriend and an even more spoiled husband." He exclaims, now fully awake, eyes looking up to gaze tenderly at his partner.

"My sweetheart my beloved who knows exactly how to make sure I feel loved, your partner, me who is feeling very cheesy right now, would like you to know that I'm yours forever....I love you"

[norrisleclercf1]

Since you wanted more Lando requests 🙊

Could you maybe write something about her surprising Lando by adopting the puppy that chose Lando as a nap spot during the Battersea video? 🥺

A/N: Lando would dieeee

"Thank you so much for doing this," You giggle grabbing the puppy happily and holding it close as it just whined a little bit before settling down, snuggling close. "Ugh, adorable, do he have a name?" The nice lady smiles and nods her head no.

"No, they're young, we just gave them certain collard colors," She says and reaches over and rubs the little one's head. You smile happily and bounce the little one who yawns and paws your fingers. "Such a cutie, going to have to name you," You mumble as you load everything up.

"He's going to Monaco, yes?" You turn placing him in his carrier as you only flew from Monaco to pick up this little baby. "He is, I'm getting him for Lando Norris," The woman's face lights up, "Oh, Lando, the baby here loved him so much and we really tried to convince him, but he said it wouldn't be smart with him traveling so much and said he would need a girlfriend," She eyes you and you smile.

"Yeah, he lies about that part, he couldn't shup up about the dog when he got home, he's been staring at the adoption page for days," The woman smiles, "yeah people tend to think they pick the animal, but really the animal picks the person," You nod as you move hugging her. "Thank you,"

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Lando sighs loudly, staring at his phone as Oscar rolls his eyes and snatches his phone. "What the hell are you sighing at?" and looks at the phone and stares at the little puppy that says adopted. "Oh, I'm sorry man, but hey at least the puppy probably went to a good home," Oscar says and hands the phone back as their lunch arrives.

"Yeah, just, I really liked him, even picked out a name an all," He mumbles staring at the photo before clicking his phone off, thanking the waitress. "You picked out a name for a puppy you don't even own?" Lando sulks and pushes around his fancy, healthy salad grumbling as Oscar bites into salmon happily.

"Spots," Oscar freezes halfway through a bite and stars at Lando. "Spots? You were going to name the dog....Spots?" Lando nods, "Yeah it's a normal dog name and the dog had spots," He shrugs eating his salad sadly. "You're weird," Oscar giggles and Lando just smiles taking another bite smiling brightly.

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"Home!" Lando calls and slides his shoes off sighing and trudging into the living room eyes half closed and falls face first into the couch, and groans into a pillow. He hears your feet but doesn't move just wallowing in despair at his puppy being adopted.

Lando groans feeling something wet touch his face and turns opening his eyes and blinks slowly. "Spots?" The dog moves and slowly licks his face and Lando shoots up. "Spots!" He gently picks up the dog and holds him close as the dog yet again quickly settles in his arms.

Your boyfriend looks up, stars in his eyes and moves kissing you softly. "You adopted him for me?" Lando asks and you nod your head. "Yeah, I watched you fall in love, and you've had his adoption page saved on your phone for weeks," You explain and Lando squeals and holds the puppy up to his face. "Hello, my baby Spots," Lando giggles and lowers him back down cradling him to his chest.

"Come on, let me show you where you'll sleep," You roll your eyes, knowing that dog was going to sleep in your bed.

[cherubfae]

𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔳𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔰𝔥𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔨! || {𝔥𝔞𝔷𝔟𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔩}

tags: gn!reader, ftm!reader for angie, fluff, comedy, established relationships

Alastor

He is quite amused by the whole ordeal, if not a touch worried for your wellbeing. You're utterly tiny, capable of sitting in the palm of his hand like a tiny doll. His claw gently nudges your cheek, tilting your chin up. Using his own magic proves to be futile. After several attempts he's still unable to change you back to your normal self. He isn't sure why his powers don't seem to be taking effect.

Alastor doesn't let anyone else touch or hold you. Legit will hold you in his hand above his head should Vaggie or Charlie try to get a better look at you.

"No, no, no," Alastor clicks his tongue. "I'm afraid I'm not comfortable in letting my dearest love be held by anyone but me. Surely, you understand." He gives you a little smile, his thumb gently stroking your head.

You aren't a little toy and the last thing he wants happening if Niffty mistaking you for a roach, so he prefers to have you sitting atop his shoulder, his head, or safely tucked into the pocket of his waistcoat with your tiny little head poking out to watch the world around you. As much as he finds you adorable and vulnerable in this state, he does prefer you as yourself. He'll probably head to Rosie first, he wants nothing to do with Lucifer. She always has her ear to the ground and he's certain he'll get you returned to normal soon.

Lucifer

Well, that's new. Lucifer is easily able to turn you back to yourself but he wants to have a little fun first. He lifts you up and presses little kisses all over your face, giggling to himself when you press your hands to his rosy cheeks.

"Can't help it, sweetheart! You're too cute!" He gently nuzzles your cheek, placing a loving kiss to the top of your head. He'll shapeshift himself into a mouse and pretend that you're a little fairy about to battle for Narnia.

When he finally turns you back, he is relieved. He much prefers you as your lovely self where you're able to snuggle into his side and hold you properly to his chest, sharing many kisses between you two.

Husk

Shit, this ain't good, but at least yer havin' fun, baby. Husk sighs, leaning his chin against his paws. His yellow eyes flick back and forth in amusement as you treat the bar counter like your own slip-and-slide, watching as you spin around on the shiny wood with a small squeak.

Husk catches you with his tail before you can slide off, lightly placing you back on your feet mirroring the grin you give him. "I'm glad you're having a good time but we gotta figure out how to turn ya back, hun." He leans back against the stool, hoping Charlie has found something or someone who may be able to offer some help.

Charlie, on queue, comes rushing down the stairs holding a light pink pearlescent vial in her hands. "Let's try this!" She stands triumphantly, proudly holding out the vial in her hands. "A drop or two on their head should bring them back to normal height. I have a feeling this will work, but as Plan B we can go to my Dad!" She beams.

Husk nods, giving you a tiny peck on top of your head that only serves to make Charlie coo. Placing you on the floor, Charlie uncaps the vial. A shimmery fuschia-purple liquid smelling of sweet berries oozes out and gently drops onto your head.

A whoosh of pink and yellow unfurls out and soon you're standing before them as mostly yourself. Your hair is now a dyed vibrant pink. Across the room, Alastor who is casually reading the newspaper, snaps his fingers and poof! Your hair is back to normal!

"You could've helped them this whole time?!" Husk hisses, fur bristling. Alastor hums, taking a sip of his black coffee, "Hmm no, just their hair. Good thing they're back in one piece, yes?" He grins. "Too bad you didn't play a little cat and mouse with them. That would have been a sight to behold!"

Angel Dust

As adorable as you are, Angel is fuckin panicking. He's not quite sure what to do and he's terrified of someone accidentally stepping on you. "Okay, baby, I've got ya, hang on!" Angel places you on his chest fluff, his hand holding you in place. Upon returning to his room, Angel begins to pace, wracking his brain for some sort of quick fix.

Depending on how long this magic lasts, Angel will 100% want to play dress up with you and have you try on cute outfits or perhaps make a cute little dollhouse for you. He's too scared of crushing you in his sleep so until this wears off, he doesn't want to risk anything happening to you. He's also worried about Niffty mistaking you for a bug, so when he's out and about, he keeps you close to him at all times. If he has to leave and can't take you with, he instructs Vaggie and Charlie to look after you.

"Do not let Niffty or the Egg Bois around them, got it?" His stern eyes are narrowed, making an expression that he's watching Sir Pentious. "Keep the Eggies in line."

Vox

What the fuck? He blinks, a jolt of electricity nearly short-circuiting himself. "Babe, what the fuck happened to you?" Vox scoops you into his hands, holding you to his chest. He's doing his best not to panic, convinced this is another one of Alastor's stupid fucking pranks. (Alastor has done absolutely nothing. However, Vox swears any inconvenience that happens to him is caused by Alastor's hands.)

Thankfully whatever has happened wasn't permanent. A tiny explosion of sparkles and a poof blue dust has the futuristic demon stumbling back, sighing when you're standing there at your normal height with a hand pressed to your head.

"Holy shit, what the fuck happened?" Vox presses, grasping your hand and pulling you into his lap. He's cupping your face between clawed hands checking for any sign of injury. "Was it Alastor?" You shake your head, coughing out some blue sparkly dust.

"Nah, got caught under some pollen demon's magic on my way to HQ." You grumble, leaning your head onto your boyfriend's shoulder. Vox sighs, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Ok, ok, well, you're back," he grumbles. "Don't do that to me again."

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Flirts IV

Mapi León x Reader x Ingrid Engen

Summary: You have to go

It's not that you don't want to be there because you do.

It's that you have to go away for a surgery.

There's some rich woman in California who needs you to operate on her cat. She's paying an extortionate amount for your services and sending a private jet to pick you up.

You love those kinds of pet owners, the ones with enough money to fly in the very best if only because of the clear love they have for all of their pets.

But they're also clients you can't deny.

If someone wants to fly you out for enough money to keep a family afloat for a year, someone with enough influence to make or break anybody's career, you can't say no.

Even if your girlfriend is fighting for Euro's qualification.

"Do you have to go?" Mapi asks, sitting inside of your unpacked suitcase like she was Bagheera in a box.

Honey sits on the bed, head in her paws as she waits, tail wagging, for Mapi to throw her tennis ball.

"Yes," You say, trying to choose between your purple or your blue scrubs," It's a lot of money. Enough for that fancy holiday to the Maldives you guys want to take."

"But it takes you away from us," Mapi whines and Ingrid makes an agreeing noise from over by the door.

"I've travelled for work before."

"You're going to miss my match," Ingrid says and a pit forms in your stomach.

Before this job came up, you and Mapi were meant to be travelling to Norway to see Ingrid's last Euro Qualifiers game before going off in a camper van with her parents.

You'd still make it to the last part, depending on what the labs for this cat came back as but you'd have to miss the match.

You reach out for her, drawing her closer by the waist and resting your head on her chest.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I am, really. I can call up and cancel if you really want me to. I know a guy to recommend instead."

Ingrid sighs, her chin sitting on the top of your head. "No," She says," That cat needs the best care possible. We all know you're the best. Go and be a hero."

"I'd hardly be a hero. It's just surgery."

"Surgery for some woman that clearly adores her pet cat. What you do saves lives. I think that makes you a hero."

"You're so sweet, Ingrid."

"And hot!"

You laugh. "Thanks for that, Mapi. I'm sure she knows that seeing as you tell her everyday."

Mapi shrugs with a smirk on her face. "I'm sure it's nice to be reminded."

Honey whines on the bed and you roll your eyes.

"Throw the ball already. She's getting impatient."

Mapi frowns, waving the ball around.

Honey's eyes dart around erratically to follow it.

"She isn't barking, though?"

You laugh, crossing the space to take the ball and lay a soft kiss on Mapi's lips. "Because she's well-behaved, Mapi. She knows not to bark unless it's an emergency."

You throw the ball up and down to make sure Honey's still watching before you launch it out of the room.

She's off like a shot as Ingrid hauls Mapi out of your suitcase.

You still feel guilty though, through the flight, through the labs, through everything.

The cat is cute one, a little tortoiseshell with an amicable nature and a complete lack of awareness of her surroundings.

You've always been an animal person. You've always loved all of them but living with Mapi and Ingrid has just given you an even newer appreciation for cats.

The checkup happens quickly and the labs are already done and completed by the time you arrive.

Money really does move things along because all the charts are perfect and after what should have been a week long wait to begin, you manage to take a day to get over your jetlag and get to work immediately the day after.

Surgery is simple to you. It's easy and soon enough the cat is halfway to recovery.

You don't quite understand how private planes are hired and sent out, if someone has to book a runway days in advance or if they're open indefinitely.

The original plan had been for you to take a week to do this but now it's all done, you don't quite know what to do with yourself apart from stew in guilt.

You had planned to take your mind off Ingrid's game by throwing yourself into work.

You have no work though and can't help but imagine yourself in Norway with your girlfriends, curled up in Mapi's arms while Ingrid whispers to you.

You swipe away a tear as you head down for dinner, your host gracious enough to treat you to a meal for all your good work.

You've gone radio silent to your girlfriends but neither are surprised.

You're always like that when you go out of the country for work, focused only on your patient. You want no distractions.

Mapi sits slumped in her seat next to Ingrid watching Norway play their last qualifier, sighing to herself as she looks at pictures of the three of you together.

"What's with the pout?" Ingrid teases, running her thumb over Mapi's jutted out bottom lip.

"I miss her," Mapi mutters, feeling a bit like a little kid sulking.

"I know but she'll be here soon and then we go out exploring with my parents before heading back home for preseason. It's not that long of a wait."

"I don't want to wait at all."

"I know but-"

A body slumps down on Mapi's other side and both of them turn.

"I'm not really a fan of this hotdog," You say," It's not bad but I guess I'm not that hungry. Do you want some Mapi?"

You don't get an answer from her because she crushes you into a hug. The hotdog that you regrettably bought squishes between your bodies.

You don't complain though, especially when Ingrid moves into the hug as well, tightening her grip around the both of you.

"I thought you couldn't make it?"

"Money talks," You tease," And the owner felt a bit of pity when I told her that I'd have to watch this match on tv. Chartered a jet for me to come straight here."

"And the cat?" Mapi asks.

"The cat's good. Recovering."

"I'm so happy you're here."

"We're both happy," Ingrid says," So, so happy."

You grin at your girls, the smiling splitting your face.

"I'm happy to be here too."

[readychilledwine]

Hiii helloooo. Back with another request that popped into my brain if it interests you enough to write it into existence ✨ so Az lives in an apartment/condo in velaris that he rents from an old high fae lady who owns the building and she also lives there with her granddaughter (YN/reader/OC) who is def his mate but they dance around it for her sake (and her poor old grandmother’s lol) since she’s still young for a fae. Oh and idk why but I imagine Az having a cat that reader takes care of while he’s on missions. Once a week, without fail, Az has breakfast with the old lady and her granddaughter. If he’s going on an extended mission, he always lets them know he won’t make it and he tells them in person or sends his shadows with the message. One time, he gets severely injured before he’s able to send word that he won’t make it to breakfast. The old lady sends her granddaughter to the townhouse to look for Az and feyre or cassian answers the door and is completely baffled that a girl and her cat are asking around for the spymaster. Like “well he didn’t come for breakfast today and he ALWAYS comes for breakfast and grandma was worried and so was (insert cute cat name) and she wouldn’t stop yowling so I had to bring her to look for him too” reader is def an awkwardly endearing rambler. (And if the cat is buddies with his shadows that would be totally adorable too 🥹) and then maybe it ends off with her (gently) smacking azriel upside the head while he’s on his sickbed healing because how dare he not tell her and her grandma that he was going to get injured and miss their weekly breakfast 😡 feel free to change anything up if you end up writing it!!

The Breakfast Club

Summary - After missing breakfast unexpectedly, a hidden relationship is revealed to Azriel's family, who can't tell if they're more surprised by you or his cat.

Warnings - mentions of injury, stray kitten mentioned, fluff

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To say you were nervous as you approached the High Lord's townhouse was an understatement.

In the 4 all too short and unexpected years of knowing Azriel, the last of which had been spent as much more than just friends, he had never missed breakfast with you and your grandmother. And if he had, it had come with a note or prior notice.

He had not shown up today, breaking your grandma's heart as she had prepared his favorites. It had set worry into your heart, though. Worry you masked as the two of you ate in deafening silence.

You two had hidden the growing romance so well. You didn't want to ruin the illusion now and risk your grandmother becoming protective over your youth and, of course, his reputation and profession.

You held his black kitten closer to you, kissing her little white paws as she mewed softly. She had protested you leaving his apartment to look for him without her, wanting to live up to her name as you tucked her into the hooded jacket you had custom-made to carry the kitten.

The poor baby probably missed her owner, her constant companion, more than she could truly express. You were used to caring for her when he was gone, but he normally always left one or two shadows for her to play with, and today, they were gone.

You'd had a whole explanation planned, rehearsing it quietly on the walk here over and over, but it went out the window the second you opened your mouth. You rushed through the words, stumbling over them as you looked down and away from him. "EverysundayAzrielhasbreakfastwithmygrandmaandIbuthedidn'tshowuptodayandInjstwantedtoknow-"

You shook the feeling of dread building in your stomach and knocked. You would be lying if you said you were not scared when the High Lord himself answered his own door studying you like a textbook. "What can I help you with?"

Rhysand held a hand up to you, scenting the faint smell of cedar and night air that clung to you and smirking before masking it. "Breathe. Start over slower." He tilted your head up to him. "And look at me when you speak to me. You are not a mouse."

You took two deep breaths, cradling Dective Mittens closer. "My grandmother owns the apartment complex Azriel lives in," the High Lord's lip twitched, the final confirmation he needed. "And every Sunday, he had breakfast with us. The only time he doesn't, he lets us know with a shadow or a note or verbally before he leaves. He did not come today, and he was supposed to be back 3 days ago. I just wanted to know if you've heard from him?"

"You're the female he's been missing family brunch for." It wasn't a question. Just a statement. Rhysand kicked off the door frame. "Come inside. He's here. He's hurt, but he will be fine." He glared towards the small kitten in your arms. "And where did that come from?"

"Detective Mittens?" He nodded, continuing to glare. "Azriel's cat? You didn't know he had a cat? She got upset when I tried to leave her in his apartment, so I brought her with me so she'd stop crying and yowling."

Rhys pinched his noses, shoulders shaking as he chuckled. "And who named Detective Mittens?"

"Azriel? It was Detective Mittens or Princess Buttercup. She isn't a Buttercup."

His eyes were watering from laughter, shoulders fully shaking as he led you further into the house and up the stairs. He held his arms out, nodding towards the cat as he stepped in front of a room. "Stay behind me," the High lord entered with a casual grace, stopping a conversation between two deep voices. Azriel's and one you didn't know.

The black collar with a small piece of Azriel's siphon was barely visible among Mittens's long black fur. She finally freed herself, leaping into the bed and walking to lay on Azriel's chest. "How did you get here, baby?"

Mittens was immediately squirming and clawing, desperate to get to her owner and get the cuddles she had been missing. "Did you go outside and pick up a random cat, Rhysie?" A large illyrian male, Cassian, you realized, sat staring with a brow up. "Or did you steal someone's cat? It has a collar."

"Some pretty little thing was at the door. Dropped the cat off and then ran away."

A shadow had already found you, twirling into your hand and ripping you towards Azriel the best it could by itself. Soon, two more joined, then three more, then your whole arm was swallowed in darkness, pulling you to the side of the bed Cassian was not occupying. "Y/n," it came out as soft surprise, happiness underlying the tone. "Angel, what are you doing here?"

"It's Sunday." The answer hit him, and his head fell back, eyes shutting as Cassian and Rhys shared a look.

He tried to sit up, only to be stopped by Cassian's arms, guiding him back down as he winced in pain. "Angel, I'm so sorry. I-"

"Don't apologize for getting hurt," Cassian said gently. The general looked at you. "Breakfast girl?" You nodded. "One. Breakfast was mine and Azriel's thing first until you showed up," a playful glare went your way. "Two. We dropped the ball. He was hurt. Bad. And we knew he was seeing someone, but it's been kept so secret by a certain spymaster that we couldn't contact you."

"Should have just spoken to the complex owner," Rhys muttered under his breath.

You nodded. "And, will you be okay?"

Azriel was focused in Mittens, scratching her ears as she rolled over, exposing the fur of her tummy and waiting. The three of you stared in silence, watching as he cooed and baby spoke to her. Watching as a few tears slipped. "Missed you so much, my little baby. Aw, look at that belly. Y/n been doing the best job keeping it full and happy, huh?"

Rhys and Cassian both hid their smiles, the High Lord motioning for the general to leave the room. You sat on the bed, taking his free hand in yours, bringing it to your cheek and holding it there. "I was so worried."

Mittens moved to the window as if she suspected you two needed room, allowing you two alone time before she'd be back to cover Azriel in her love and warmth.

He wanted to sit up, to hold you close, but every slight movement of his core had nerves screaming in hot agony. He'd never mock Cass for being a bitch while hid guts were hanging out ever again. He settled for moving his hand to your neck, pulling you close and resting your foreheads together. "Im so sorry, y/n," he kissed your nose, eyes closing as yours did. "I got distracted, and it happened so fast I couldn't get word out."

Your hands came to rest on his bandaged chest. "What happened? You never get distracted." He smiled, a rare beautiful thong he hid from everyone but you.

"You accidently tugged the bond when you and Mittens were playing, and all I could think of was getting home to be with you two. Did you catch that stray?" He changed the subject, looking at you with hopeful eyes.

A small orange tabby had been roaming around the apartments. Short little fur "doing nothing," in Azriel's words, to protect it from the Night chill. Azriel has been smitten with it since it allowed him to feed him and get a few scratched in before a shop owner scared it away.

That was over a month ago, and you two had been playing a slow game of seduction with the kitten, praying to the cat distribution powers that they'd allow this little one to trust you both the way Mittens grew to.

"I did. He's in my apartment. Him and Mittens get along really well." As of hearing her name, a mass of black fur launched herself onto the bed, curling up on Azriel's leg that was closet to you and purring. "I named him Investigator Whiskers."

You watched Azriel melt, groaning with a smile at the matching name. You could feel through that string his growing happiness as the same family you two had accidentally made grew, too. "I love you," he whispered softly with no sign of the ice Rhys had so loudly accused him of having in his heart.

"I love you, too. I'm glad you're going to be okay." Rhys and Cassian came back in to you two resting your foreheads against each other again, eyes shut, heart beats synced in time.

It made it even more comical to them when Azriel thought nothing of your hand moving up his arm, rest in his hair before you pulled away, and smacked him. "Ow! Y/n! What the fuck!"

"That," you smirked as you caught his hand that came to playfully tug your hair, "is for worrying my grandma. She made your favorites! You broke her heart! She thinks you hate us!"

"I was hurt!"

"Excuses, excuses!" He pulled you into him, not caring if the good of you had an audience and kissed you deeply. "Mmmm, forgiven," you muttered when he pulled away.

Azriel sighed. "Rhys, can you go get grandma. I think we need to tell her some things. And have lunch."

"Lunch sounds nice," Cassian said as he took his seat and glared at you. "Breakfast theif."

"Boyfriend theif," you shot back.

The room turned into you and Cassian having a playful argument as Azriel watched, fingers scratching behind soft velvety ears. He looked at Rhys, eyes warm with joy and happiness as Rhys looked between you and Cassian, who had fallen together like a puzzle. I like her, Rhys said into his mind. Keep her.

That's the plan, Azriel replied.

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A/n-

Picture of my and baby daddy's kitten to pay the cat tax gods 💕

[sillygoofyqueer]

sorry i send you so many asks i might as well go live in your inbox BUT pangolin!shen yuan is SO CUTE (panyuan? shen yuangolin?), i know he LOVES climbing on wei qingwei's broad shoulders and traveling to the peaks, listening to wei qingwei talk endlessly about all the peak lords and cultivators and their swords.

as a pangolin he has no job or anything so he'd wander off to watch liu qingge train, standing there with his little paws held together in that adorable pangolin way. maybe some bai zhan kids try to kick him and liu qingge immediately punts them to the other side of the field bc everyone knows that if you mess with the pangolins, you mess with wan jian peak, and you really don't want that. or shen yuan goes to qian cao peak to watch mu qingfang work his medicine magics. an ding peak is definitely the best place for treats, esp shang qinghua who just plops a whole bag of nuts and seeds in front of him when he visits.

also he'd hide behind wei qingwei's legs, little claws clinging to his robes like a tiny scaly child whenever shen qingqiu comes by for disciple swords, because that man is intimidating and everyone is so freaking tall when you're only 80 cm long.

shen yuan has also 100% bitten people.

You've actually fallen for my trap that I set out purely to lure you into my inbox and now you're trapped here forever and ever and we WILL be having tea parties every week. Sorry. You're my friend now, that's basically what I'm like with my friends. I've just realised that I'm basically atticwifing you....but platonically. ANYWAY. Shen Yuan absorbs so much information from Wei Qingwei's rambles, even squeaking and offering little sounds to ensure that the peak lord knows that he is listening! While the rest of the sect have gotten used to this little limpet hanging onto WQW, visitors are like "is one of your peak lords actually insane" and the peak lords are like "nah just watch this" and they listen as SY seemingly RESPONDS to something WQW has said with a questioning sort of hum. Shocked Pikachu faces all around. Also, I love to think about a couple of the more spiteful, spoiled disciples of one of the peaks ganging up on poor pangolin SY because they think they're above the consequences of their actions. SY stumbles his way back to Wan Jian Peak, where he is met by WQW. The man is. Very gentle. as he treats the pangolin's wounds. Then he turns his attention to finding who has done this to his precious little pet, and all of the peak lords are reminded of just how scary WQW can be when he has a valid reason to be. The man is horrifying, normally warm and friendly smile wiped completely off his face - instead, there's a scowl. A petrifying scowl that looks out of place on his face. Let's just say that the disciples are very quickly found and...dealt with. Also!! I read the last little paragraph and just...immediately thought of a different kind of panyuan - a little demon type creature that WQW likely took in as a baby because...listen, so what if it's a demon, the shimei on the beast peak said that it's okay because "pangolin-type demons are harmless, trust me bro". This little pangolin baby has a human form, meaning WQW basically has a little baby that is sometimes a pangolin. In human form, he has his little tail and spatterings of scales over his body, and he is just a little GUY. He's just as charming as a little child, peeking out from behind WQW's robes and clinging to him, often just resorting to communicating through his little chirps and squeaks when he gets scared or far too shy for words. He is still taken to literally all of the peak lord meetings, because he's just a little guy, and god forbid anyone finds SY NOT sitting on WQW's shoulders or cuddled in his embrace. Everyone else is, at first, kind of hesitant because bro that's a child get him OUT of our meetings. Then they're hit with the big ole eyes and they fucking crumble.

[hvaneyflowers]

Family

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Fernando Alonso x femreader! family!

Instagram au | Part 4

Fernando and y/n have been married for 10 years, and for the last 9 years, y/n has been fighting against cancer. Because of this, they can't have children on their own, so they decided to adopt.

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yourusername: In this house, we worship Paw Patrol!🐶 Happy birthday, my love! I love you so much that it hurts. I still can't believe that we are your parents! I thank God every day for you, baby! Love you to the moon and back❤️ Pss. Someone didn't understand and drew a circuit instead of a puppy😑

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username12: OMG! Little Matias is 5!! Happy birthday, little Alonso!

username7: Paw Patrol all the way! Happy birthday!

username8: Happy birthday, little Matias!

fernandoalo_oficial: It was a good drawing of a circuit! Matias loved it!

username6: Not Nando trying to save himself! 🤣 yourusername: He said, "Daddy it's good, but it isn't a puppy, so you're out of the table, bye!" charles_leclerc: Ha! He adored my Ferrari puppy the most! yourusername: I'm not so sure it was a "Ferrari puppy" charles_leclerc: It was! alex_albon: Matias said its name was Marshall and it was a firefighter. carlossainz55: A firefighter who's a Ferrari fan. That's why he uses red😎 yourusername: delulu🙂 carlossainz55: 😑

username98: not Carlos and Charles trying to convert an innocent puppy into a Ferrari fan🤣

username67: I KNOW!! THEY'RE SO DELULU! HAHHAHA

kimimatiasraikkonen: Happy Birthday to my godson! ❤️

yourusername: Thanks, Kimi! Matias loved your gift and misses playing with your kids. Come back anytime! fernandoalo_oficial: yeah, he loved his present. Didn't you think of asking us first? yourusername: Oh, come on, Nando! It wasn't so bad! I adored it, too! username56: I wonder what was the present... username90: Me too! username71: Following the party's theme, maybe a puppy!

astonmartinf1: Happy birthday, Matias! We can't wait to see you back at the paddock next year!

f1: Happy birthday, little Matias aka future World Champion!

susie_wolff: Happy birthday, Matias! It seems it was an amazing party! Sorry for not being able to be there, but Jack got sick :(

yourusername: Don't worry! We have more years coming ahead!

fernandoalofans: Happy birthday, Matias!

f1news: Happy birthday!

username1: Happy birthday! Now, I want to see the photos of the drivers at the party.

username8: Me tooo! Please @.yourusername!

yourusername

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yourusername: Thanks to everyone who came to my baby's birthday party! See you next year with another Paw Patrol party!

usersname12: Omg! That's a long list of tagged people.

username9: The fact that they invited the whole grid!

username90: and Nicholas Latifi!

username18: Not Max wearing a Redbull shirt!

username91: and Lewis dressing as if was a fashion show!

username5: even Roscoe was there!

username91: Obvs! He's Lewis' son! username123: and it was a puppy theme party!

roscoelovescoco: me's love's Matia's party's! he's the' best'st cousin's

yourusername: and he loves you, too!❤️

lewishamilton: love every minute of it! Thanks for having us!

yourusername: and thank you for being there! and for dressing Rosocoe as Rubble. The kids loved him!

username34: omg, the whole grid! what chaos it should've been!

fernandoalo_oficial: you don't have any idea😑 yourusername: but it was a beautiful chaos! username34: 🤣

pierregasly: your nieces and nephews were so cute! Love spending time with them!

danielricciardo: Amazing party! And by the way, I won that race between Nico and me! 😎

hulkkenberg: no, you didn't. kevinmagnussen: no, you didn't. zhouguanyu24: no, you didn't. valtteribottas: no, you didn't fernandoalo_oficial: no, you didn't sebastianvettel: no, you didn't landonorris: no, you didn't georgerussel63: no, you didn't danielricciardo: 😑

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lando.jpg: Matias's party!

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yourusername: Happy memories, love you all!

username1: please tell me that the cat that Esteban is holding is Kimi's gift!

danielricciardo: I look hot covered up in balloons!

maxverstappen1: no, you don't. You look like a clown. danielricciardo: nah, that's Charles. charles_leclerc: 😒

charles_leclerc: I look like a clown😿

carlossainz55: nope. You're only stupid. charles_leclerc: ha! 😒

username23: can we talk about Lance's face?

username9: he looks like the older brother! yourusername: HE IS the older brother!

username8: omg! Even Nicholas Latifi was there! what a party!

username6: what a lucky kid is Matias! With the best drivers in the world as uncles!

username10: I wonder why Carlos and Lando were fighting!

username8: I bet it was nothing special haha

username14: Lewis looks so cute with little Matias in his arms! 😍

username67: the fact that Matias's father drives for Aston Martin and he is wearing a Mercedes shirt! yourusername: In Fernando's words: "He'sa traitor". But in Matias's words: "Uncle Lewis is cooler than you, Daddy. He has a dog!" username5: Hahahhaa poor Nando!

fernandoalo_oficial: first and last party with you as guests.

danielricciardo: 💔 maxverstappen1: 💔 charles_leclerc: 💔 alex_albon: 💔 lance_stroll: even me? 😢 fernandoalo_oficial: even you. lance_stroll: 💔

fernandoalo_oficial

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fernandoalo_oficial: My best friend is 5! Thank you for letting me be your father. I love you to the moon and back! ❤️

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kimimatiasraikkonen: great to see he loves my gift! 😉

yourusername: he adores it! Its name is K, because of you. kimimatiasraikkonen: amazing! fernandoalo_oficial: still hating you, Kimi. kimimatiasraikkonen: amazing!

username5: A rabbit! Would've never imagined it was a rabbit!

username9: awww so cute! Both are so cute. Matias and K! Congratulations!

username12: I wonder what other things he received as gifts from the grid!

charles_leclerc: that rabbit ate my apple!

yourusername: Kimi told you that he loves apple. Not its fault but yours. charles_leclerc: 💔🍎

landonorris: missing the little Alonso... I mean, I don't miss his dad, but him. He's a cutie pie!

fernandoalo_oficial: 😑

yourusername: he loves you very much, my love!

fernandoalo_oficial: love you, too, nena! yourusername: love you, guapetón! fernandoalo_oficial: I love you more, mi hermosa! yourusername: No, I love you more, Don Fernando! fernandoalo_oficial: no way! I love you more, mi sexy angelita! yourusername: no, I love you more, my sugar! carlossainz55: Omg! We understood! You love each other a lot! STOP! fernandoalo_oficial: Never! yourusername: Never! landonorris: get a room! MY EYES! MY INNOCENT EYES!😭

[genshin-obsessed]

Could I request Neuvilette and his s/o playing with cats?

「✧」 the second I saw this request, i knew exactly what I was gonna have in it lmao and that's rare nowadays i hope you like it <;333

Adorable

"Aren't you the cutest little baby? Yes, you are! Yes, you are! Oh, look at your fuzzy little baby face, I just wanna squish it, and smooch it, and give you all the scritches in the world-"

"I really don't think the cat can you understand you, my love." Neuvillette said as he stood to the side, watching you fawn over the new kitten you'd just adopted.

"But look at her face, Neuvie! It's just the most adorable thing in the world!" You squealed as you held out the little kitten to him. Neuvillette stood there for a moment, before relenting and walking over, crouching down beside you. You pushed the kitten towards his face, watching as his cyan eyes fell upon the fuzzball.

"Well, I wouldn't say the most adorable thing in the world, but she's definitely a close second." He said as his gloved hand reached out to gently pet the kitten, that just let out a small meow. You quickly handed over the kitten, watching as Neuvillette panicked for a moment before gingerly taking the animal in his large hands.

"Well, I simply disagree." You said as you looked down, petting the top of the kitten's head with your finger. Neuvillette's eyes landed on your face and softened as he smiled a little. Of course, you would disagree. You didn't understand just how adorable you were in his eyes.

"I see why you're a lover of cats. They're cute and... calming." He said as he continued to pet the small kitten. It wasn't long before a couple other joined, meowing and pawing at you two for some attention as well. "Oh, they come in groups-" Neuvillette was interrupted as he fell from his crouched position as one of your larger cats jumped on him. He was careful to protect the small kitten before laughing a little.

"Are you ok?" You giggled as you helped him up a little, watching as he happily obliged to the other cat. "You're a magnet!"

"Well, I suppose I do have some time to spare." And that short break he had from work quickly turned into two hours of playing with the cats.

[allllium]

Cat

~ If you guys have any requests you should send me some. Now that I actually have motivation to write I have no ideas 😓

~ Fluff, WC: 1,070

~ Reader finds a "cat" ~

Matt is only two blocks from your shared apartment when he notices something is different. Something he can’t quite figure out. There’s a second heartbeat alongside yours, but it is smaller than a human's. A lot smaller. 

He is one block away when he notices that a window is open. Why would you have the window open? It’s December, and you seem to run cold at all times. That’s when he hears little paws running across the hardwood floors. Now, it makes sense. You guys have been talking about getting a cat for a while now. But the animal doesn't smell like a typical cat. 

It all comes together when he finally goes down the stairs to enter the apartment. It is not a cat. It's a raccoon. You let a wild animal into the apartment. And you’re currently trying to feed it marshmallows. 

“Hey, baby.” You greet him happily when you see him standing in the corner. You give him a beaming smile, one he does not return. You knew it was a bad idea, but what else would you do when there’s a raccoon on the windowsill? Not let it in and feed it marshmallows?

Matt pulls his helmet off and walks over to the coffee table, where the raccoon perches. “What is that?” That is all he asks. You both know he knows, but he asks more for an explanation. 

“It's a cat..” Your voice is quiet and full of held-back laughter. 

“That's not a cat.”

“How do you know? You can't see it.” 

“I can smell it.”

“Maybe it’s friends with a raccoon,” You stop and collect your breath before continuing, trying hard not to laugh. “And the smell rubbed off on it.”

“Oh yeah? Then why are you feeding it marshmallows? Cats can’t eat those.” 

“Uhh, 'cause this is a special cat. It can eat marshmallows.”

“And by special cat, you mean raccoon?” 

“Pretty much yeah.” Matt stares at you, nodding softly at your words, before grabbing the bag of marshmallows out of your hand.

“We are not keeping it.” 

“But you said we could get a cat!” You yell out in despair, standing from your place on the couch.

“That’s not a cat!” He motions towards the raccoon that has started standing on the coffee table on two legs.

“It’s practically a cat!”

“It's on two legs!”

“But it's adorable!”

“Honey, it’s a wild animal.” You watch Matt run a hand through his hair in frustration. “We can’t keep a raccoon as a pet.”

“Why not?”

“It's illegal.”

“Well, good thing I know a lawyer.”

“Sweetheart,” He steps forward to put a hand on your face, “I love you, but we can’t keep the raccoon.”

“Fine.” You mutter in defeat. “Can I at least leave marshmallows out for it?”

“Yeah, you can do that.” Despite having to release your new friend, a big grin breaks out across your face to mirror his. 

“Good, I don't want him to be lonely.” You tell him and lean onto his chest. 

“Honey, it's a raccoon, he won't get lonely.” He laughs at your concern for the raccoon. You carefully place marshmallows in a path from the coffee table to the open window.

“How do you know? You've never been a raccoon.” Matt sits on the couch and pulls you into his lap. 

“Baby, they're animals that eat trash. I don't think they have very high thinking skills.” 

“Yeah, you're probably right. Anyway, why are you back so early?” 

“Because my crazy girlfriend let a wild animal into our apartment.” You chuckle at his words.

“Does that mean you're going back out?”

“No, I think I'll stay in. Someone's gotta make sure you don't open that window again.” 

“Hm, in that case, maybe you should change into your comfy clothes, and we can watch a movie?” Even though Matt can't watch the movie with you, he always insists on sitting with you and listening. 

“That sounds like a good plan. I'll go change.” He kisses you on your forehead and gets off the couch, pushing you off his lap and off to the side.

While Matt is in the bedroom, you watch the raccoon still making its way down the marshmallow trail. You only had the small ones you use in hot chocolate, so it's taking longer.

Matt enters the living room again as the raccoon leaves through the open window. On his way to the couch, he shuts the open window. You jokingly pout at the loss of your new friend. 

“I bet it'll be back soon, sweetheart. No animal is going to forget the window that gives them marshmallows.” He chuckles as he sits by your side. 

“Yeah, I know, but what if it forgets?” He laughs at you again. 

“Honey, you're thinking too hard about this. What if we go to the shelter and look for a cat tomorrow.” 

“No. We can't do that.” 

“Why not?” Confusion covers his face with laughter in his voice.

“Because if we go down to the shelter, there's gonna be tons of animals begging to go home with us, and then we'll have to choose between all of them, and then when we do, all the other animals will be sad, and wonder why we don't want them.” You explain, speaking a little faster than usual. 

Matt lets out a hard sigh, “I don't even know how to respond to that.”

“Uh, you're supposed to agree with me 'cause I'm always right.”

“Oh yes, of course.” He gives you a big smile, almost taking your breath away. No matter how much you see it, his smile will always be the most beautiful thing in the world. “What?”

“What?”

“I can feel you staring.” 

“I have no idea what you mean.”

“Mhm.” He pulls you closer, leaving you unable to look at his face.  “How do you expect to get a cat if we can't go to the shelter?”

“We had one a few minutes ago, but you didn't like that one.”

“That wasn't a cat!” He exclaims.

“It was close enough.” You cross your arms over your chest. Matt doesn't like that as he pulls your arms away from your chest to hold your hand. 

You sigh happily into his chest as you lean against him, your legs over his lap with his arms around you. You both forget about the movie, too focused on each other to care.

[callsigns-haze]

Little guard

Eris x Rhysand's Sister!Reader Summary: Eris attempts to put Finna down for a nap, only to have Ace bark in protest, showing his desire to stay close to the baby. Eris and Yn watch with affection as Ace settles into his role as Finna's protector. Chapter Warnings: Mild frustration with puppy training, nostalgia, and brief mention of past hardships.

*Serves as a one-shot but can be read as memories fade or the sequel loves haze series

Eris crouched down in the yard, holding a small treat in his hand. "Sit, Ace," he commanded firmly. The little hound puppy tilted his head, ears flopping adorably, and then promptly lay down, tail wagging furiously.

Eris sighed, rubbing his forehead. "No, Ace. Sit." He tried again, this time standing and lifting the treat higher to encourage the puppy to sit. Ace looked up at him, then sat for a brief moment before immediately rolling over onto his back, paws in the air.

"Seriously?" Eris muttered, exasperation clear in his voice. He ran a hand through his red hair, trying to keep his patience. "Ace, roll over." The puppy, as if determined to test every ounce of Eris's patience, sat down instead, looking up with expectant eyes.

From the porch, Yn watched with a mixture of amusement and sympathy. She cradled Finna in her arms, the baby giggling at the scene unfolding in the yard. "You're doing great, Eris," she called out encouragingly. "He'll get the hang of it."

Eris glanced over his shoulder, offering her a wry smile. "I'm not so sure. Maybe he just needs more time." He crouched down again, holding out the treat. "Come on, Ace. Sit."

Ace bounded over, full of energy and excitement, and this time, he sat correctly, earning the treat and a relieved sigh from Eris. "Good boy," Eris praised, patting the puppy's head. "We'll get there eventually."

As Eris stood up, wiping his hands on his pants, Ace noticed Yn standing on the porch with Finna. The puppy's ears perked up, and his tail wagged so vigorously that his whole body seemed to sway with it. He let out an excited bark, then another, his little legs carrying him swiftly across the yard.

"Ace, easy!" Eris called out, but the puppy was already too excited to listen. Yn saw him coming and held Finna a little higher, a smile playing on her lips.

Ace reached the porch and leaped up, his front paws landing gently on Yn's leg. He barked again, looking up at Finna with wide, eager eyes. Finna giggled, reaching out a tiny hand toward the puppy, his chubby fingers waving in the air.

"Hello there, Ace," Yn said softly, crouching slightly to let Finna and the puppy get closer. Ace licked Finna's hand, his tail still wagging furiously, and Finna let out a delighted squeal, his little face lighting up with joy.

Eris walked over, shaking his head with a fond smile. "Looks like someone's already making friends," he said, ruffling the puppy's fur. "You're a good boy, Ace, but you need to learn to be gentle."

Yn chuckled, shifting Finna slightly in her arms. "I think they're going to be inseparable," she said, looking down at the puppy and the baby. "Just like you and your hounds back in the day."

Eris nodded, a nostalgic look in his eyes. "Yeah, just like that." He reached out and gently stroked Finna's hair, then scratched behind Ace's ears. "We'll train you up right, Ace. And Finna, you're going to have the best companion."

The puppy barked once more, as if in agreement, and Yn laughed. "Let's head inside. I think someone needs a nap," she said, glancing at Finna who was starting to yawn.

Eris scooped up Ace, and together, they all went back inside.

Eris carried Ace inside, carefully wiping the puppy's paws on a towel before setting him down on the floor. Ace immediately started to sniff around, his little nose twitching with curiosity. Eris watched him for a moment, a soft smile on his face, before turning his attention back to Finna.

"Alright, little one, let's get you down for a nap," he said, cradling Finna in his arms as he made his way to the nursery. The room was warm and cozy, filled with soft light filtering through the curtains. Eris gently laid Finna down in his crib, tucking a blanket around him.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, Ace let out a sharp bark from the doorway. Eris turned back, eyebrows raised in surprise. The puppy stood there, looking up at him with wide, anxious eyes, his tail wagging slowly.

"Easy, Ace," Eris said softly, walking over to the puppy and crouching down to his level. "Finna needs to rest, okay?"

But Ace barked again, a little more insistently this time, and padded over to the crib. He stood on his hind legs, peering over the edge to look at Finna, who had already started to doze off. Ace whimpered softly, clearly not wanting to be separated from his new friend.

Eris chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, you little rascal, you can stay in here for a bit. But you have to be quiet," he said, gently picking up Ace and setting him down on the soft rug beside the crib.

Ace wagged his tail, settling down on the rug and resting his head on his paws, his eyes never leaving Finna. Eris watched them for a moment, a warm feeling spreading through his chest. He stood up and quietly left the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

In the hallway, Yn was waiting, a knowing smile on her face. "Looks like Ace has already claimed his spot as Finna's protector," she said softly.

Eris nodded, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. "Yeah, he has. I think we're going to be just fine," he said, pressing a kiss to her temple.

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[wyrm-clangen]

she’s kinda Gone now, but i feel like Willowdew always got overshadowed by her siblings. Can we get some facts about her, maybe? Same with Waterstep and Beaverfleck!

(sorry if this sends more than once, my tumblr is acting up 😔)

Oh, I'd be happy to!

Willowdew was a very soft spoken and sweet kitty. Not shy, really, but more that she wouldn't pipe up in conversations unless she had something to say. The only time that you could call her loud was when she laughed, and she adored bad jokes and puns; the worse they were, the better.

When Willowdew was a paw, she was also kind of an overachiever! After her regular training, she would also be attending lessons with Raggedspeckle on weaving! Her littermates found the task boring, but she loved the satisfaction of making things.

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Waterstep used to be the peacemaker amongst his siblings. Dusk and Seed were troublemakers, and always bullying Beaverfleck. It wasn't anything too terrible but somehow he always ended up in the middle of an argument and he Hated it. Being a mediator is about the worst thing he could ever imagine.

Waterstep isn't much of a tunneler or a creator, but he's a great hunter and long distance runner. He's got the patience for long hunts that his siblings don't. He helped bring down a deer fawn one leaf bare and he was so proud, he could've screamed.

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Beaverfleck, my beautiful baby girl! When she was a kit, she was just as much of a terror as her siblings, with a hot temper and a keen eye for pranks. As an apprentice however, her temper and the fun of pranks died with Duskpaw. She and her sister weren't close, they barely tolerated each other at times, but losing her still ached like a thorn. She wants, more than anything, to become a cat her sister can watch from above and be proud of.

Also, a note from the future, she has very bad taste in crushes, mostly because they're both married, girl wtf are you doing-

[aesthetictarlos]

BuckTommy prompt: something with dogs ✨

Buck and Tommy are strolling around the park, enjoying their Saturday off and the sunny day. They're basking in a comfortable silence, their shoulders brushing as they walk with their hands intertwined.

Buck's never been in this park before, so he widens his eyes as they reach a big pond, surrounded by green bushes, he spots a few ducks and even a swan in the distance. "Oh, baby, look at that!" He says excitedly, already reaching for his phone in his back pocket, ready to take some pictures.

"I knew you'd love it," Tommy replies, kissing his cheek and disentangling their fingers so that Buck can fully jump into photographer mode.

Buck smiles brightly, walking around the pond and crouching here and there to get the right angle for his pictures. He loves nature and when some colourful flowers draw his attention, he gets lost in capturing all their beautiful shades.

That is, until he hears Tommy's voice exclaiming, "Hi, cutie!" with a soft, delighted tone. He immediately turns his head to see what's going on, and he can practically feel his eyes re-shaping into two hearts as he sees his boyfriend kneeled on the grass, petting an adorable Samoyed who's eagerly lapping at his hand.

He melts on the spot. He knows Tommy loves animals and that he's a dog person, but knowing and seeing him being a softie with a puppy are two entirely different things. Tommy with puppies is a sight to behold, and he can't help but take a few pictures.

Buck can't tear his eyes away. Tommy giggles cheerfully as the dog wiggles its tail, clearly enjoying the attention and the cuddles, and then he starts rubbing between its ears, earning a joyful bark as his fingers card through the white, fluffy fur.

Tommy must feel his eyes on him, then, because he turns and smiles widely when he realizes he's being stared at. "C'mere, I want you to meet my friend!"

Buck chuckles, joining him. "Hey, you," he says to the dog, putting a hand in front of its nose. "I see that you've my boyfriend wrapped around your paw, uh?"

Tommy rolls his eyes, bumping his shoulder and points to the woman standing a few feet away from them, talking on the phone and holding a pink leash. "She owns the coffee shop next to my place, that's how I meet this cutie here. Her name is Alaska and she really, really loves cuddles."

Buck softens, petting Alaska while his heart beats to a litany of I love you, I love you, I love you.

[warpedpuppeteer]

buddie drabble: buck brings home a stray cat and eddie says no…. until eddie ends up being the only one the cat likes and he falls in love with it; established buddie, fluffy, chris is annoyed that the cat likes his dad more than him even though he feeds it treats

Thank you for the super adorable prompt! It's not all exactly as you wanted but I tried to stick to the prompt as close as I can. Hope you enjoy ☺️🫶🏽! (Link to AO3 is provided at the end for those who prefer that)

Fur-st Mew-ting

“No”. Eddie puts as much authority that he could muster in his best dad-voice. “Absolutely not”.

As expected, Christopher but dad’s him immediately.

“Look how cute he is, dad! And he has nowhere else to go!”, his son tries his best to make his case with his best puppy eyes.

Eddie looks over Christopher's curls where Buck is lurking in the background innocently.

His boyfriend is still in his uniform because he came here straight from work, and he is holding the tiniest kitten Eddie has ever seen close to his chest. It looks unrealistically small in Buck's large arms.

And fuck. It is a very cute sight.

Absolutely not, he tells himself determinedly, even if his heart beats slightly faster at the devastating sight of Buck coo-ing at the kitten.

It's a scruffy little thing. Fur sticking out ridiculously everywhere, tiny paws and big pitiful eyes staring right into his soul imploringly as if it was coached by both his boyfriend and his son to do its best to wear Eddie's defenses down.

And dammit; it's working.

Buck meets his eyes and has his own best puppy eyes weaponized.

Eddie sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

Chris whoops loudly exactly like Buck and Eddie mourns the fact that their son is already learning Buck's frat boy ways. He makes a mental note to hide all the baseball caps in the house.

A tiny questioning mew joins their whooping.

The Ap-paw-intment

The first thing that Eddie does the next morning is to call the closest vet they could find to fix an appointment for the kitten. The girl on the other end of the line is cheery and polite and tells him they have a slot open at 4pm today. Eddie agrees easily and she asks for the name of the ‘pawrent’ for the appointment. “Eddie Diaz. And Evan Buckley”. “And your fur baby’s name?”, she asks innocently. Eddie wishes for all the strength and patience in the world as he looks at Buck who has his lips pursed, trying his best to pretend he's not laughing. “Baby Eddie”, he finally grits out. The girl, bless her heart, only goes quiet for a few seconds before thanking him and tells him they're excited to see them later. He hangs up, mortified. Buck finally laughs gleefully. “Oh the look on your face!” He puts the phone on the kitchen counter and scowls at his boyfriend. “Shut up, Buck. I can't believe you named the stupid kitten that”. “Hey!”, his boyfriend, who has the kitten on the table, gently folds its ears down, “don’t call Baby Eddie the s-word. He's named after my boyfriend you know”. Eddie glares at him, “a boyfriend who is re-thinking the decision of dating you currently”. Buck grins at him, unrepentant. “It was just a funny idea me and Chris had. He looked so excited about it and I couldn't say no”. Eddie just shakes his head knowing he's going to regret asking but he does anyway. “Why is that even a funny name?”. Buck gently lifts up the kitten to show Eddie like he couldn't already see from where he's making breakfast for them. “Because look at him! He looks just like you. Has the scowl and big cow eyes and everything!” Eddie scowls harder at him and Buck laughs so hard he nearly falls off the chair.

A fur-tunate coincidence

Baby Eddie settles down easily in the Diaz household (soon to be the Diaz-Buckley household but Eddie-the human one- is currently still working on it). The vet's appointment had gone well which didn't come as a surprise because apparently Buck and Chris had picked up the kitten from a shelter. A fact that only came to light after Eddie had agreed to house the scruff-ball. Eddie had done his best not to seem embarrassed everytime the vet said Baby Eddie while talking about the kitten. Even when Buck had gleefully told the vet assistant that the kitten is named after its other dad and pointed at him. They also find out that Baby Eddie is a girl. Turns out Buck and Chris had missed that part when they picked up the kitten. They refused to change her name despite Eddie's very convincing arguments though. She is now officially Baby Eddie Buckley-Diaz. Later that night, Buck had plastered himself on Eddie's back and mumbled, “I was only actually fostering her, you know. I didn't mean to make you an involuntary cat dad”. Eddie turns around in his arms. Buck has that look on his face, the one he has when he thinks he's done something wrong. “I'm not mad Buck”, he says softly. “I've been planning to either adopt a dog or a cat anyways for Chris' next birthday. It just happened a little early”. Buck's eyes light up, “really?”. “Really”, Eddie assures him and kisses him gently just to be sure. “I'm going to be a hands-off parent though. And I still don't like her. And she looks nothing like me”. Eddie tucks his face into Buck's neck, hiding his smile, feeling the thrum of Buck's laughter against his cheek.

A meow-ment of weakness

Buck has searched through all the drawers, the clothes hamper and the washing machine but his favorite blue hoodie is still nowhere to be seen. Frustrated, he heads to the kitchen to ask Eddie if he's seen it anywhere and stops at the entrance. Eddie is sitting by the kitchen table, doing something on his laptop, headphones on. He's wearing Buck's hoodie, sleeves pushed up to showcase his delectable arms. That's not what makes Buck stop and stare though. It's the fact that Eddie is wearing Buck's hoodie the wrong way around because he has Baby Eddie snuggled up in the hood of it. Baby Eddie has her head out, staring at the screen in fascination. As Buck watches on, Eddie pets Baby Eddie’s head softly with a finger and kisses her tiny scruffy head before going back to what he was doing. It's absolutely adorable and Buck thinks he falls even more in love with Eddie than he already has (he's going to put a ring on it soon, he's working on it). He takes at least 10 photos as proof and then calls Chris as an eyewitness just in case before confronting Eddie about the stolen hoodie and about him claiming he would be a hands-off parent just a few nights ago. When Eddie refuses to plead guilty to the charges, claiming he didn't realize it was Buck's hoodie and that it was just a moment of weakness because Baby Eddie looked lonely since neither Buck nor Chris were looking after her, Buck sends one of the photos to the group chat, grabs Chris and runs for his life as Eddie yells out “Buck!” when he checks his phone as his notifications go off.

Playing fur-vourites

To the disappointment of everyone involved, Baby Eddie has decided that human Eddie is her favorite human amongst them all. She follows him around like a shadow everywhere he goes, purrs up a storm whenever he comes back home from work, and snuggles up and falls asleep on him anytime he sits somewhere. Chris does get slightly annoyed at the development. “I give her extra treats but she still likes you more. That's unfair dad!”, he complains, as only a pre-teen could. Eddie feels bad for his son. He's not sure why the kitten has taken such a liking to him either. He'd rather she get attached to Chris or Buck instead. “Well, is it a surprise though kiddo? Your dad's really great. I mean, he's your favorite and mine too. So, it's not really surprising Baby Eddie likes him too right?” Buck attempts to placate him. Chris grumbles a little bit more but seems happy enough with the explanation. Of course, the fact that Baby Eddie chose that exact moment to butt her head against his ankle to get his attention might have helped as well. As Chris sits down on the floor to play with her, Eddie mouths ‘thank you’ at Buck, feeling warm. Buck simply winks at him, his stupid adorable boyfriend.

Pawrents, Interrupted

“This is all your fault”, Eddie accuses- unjustly if you ask Buck- when Baby Eddie climbs up Eddie's thighs to curl up on his chest. They had been busy making out on the couch as Chris was away at Pepa's for the night. Buck is already shirtless, hair a mess from Eddie running his hands through them, lips kiss-bruised. Buck looks at his boyfriend - pants unbuttoned, a hickey already blooming under his jaw and lips kiss-bruised just like his own- and snorts at him before smirking deviously, “to be fair, you do have very nice tits”. The pillow smack to his face was totally worth it if you ask Buck. (He does however, banish Baby Eddie into Chris' room, where her bed is, temporarily, while he apologizes to his boyfriend for his remark, very profusely and thoroughly in ways not suitable for a young and impressionable kitten's eyes to see. Baby Eddie might not have ended the night very happily but human Eddie very much did.)

Imagine Baby Eddie to look something like this lil one here:

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[devoted--angel]

i'm so autistic about cats that when i cosplay my masked fake neurodivergent reaction to them he hates it

i just can't help it how can you look at a cat and think coherently!! they're are little baby little soft baby sweet little paws and toes just look at them ugh can you believe we live in the same time as such soft and sweet things i even adore sassy cats you're right kitty it's my fault you scratched me i will do better next time!! i will learn your boundaries sweet kitty!!

[jerseyshoresy]

Something where someone (your pick from shoresy or LK) ask to meet up by text but you say you have a man in your bed, they're confused af but turns out you rescued a cat?

STOOOOPPP IM OBSESSED WITH THIS LMAO!!! Thank you so much for sending this request in, it's so perfect and I had tons of fun writing it! I decided to do little blurbs with everyone I've written for in both the LK and Shoresy universe so I hope you enjoy <3

Fatal AttraC(A)Tion

Fluff

Shoresy, Wayne, Daryl, Coach x gn!reader

Warnings: cussing, suggestive language

Shoresy:

"I know I'm like, always confused, but I am extra confused right now."

Shoresy had just finished hockey practice when he texted you, asking if he could come to your place to hang out for the rest of the night. He certainly wasn't expecting your response of: "Please don't come over !! I have a man in my bed rn!!"

"Oh, that's no good, mah boy! You best get yourself o'er there and send the unlucky bastard scramblin' out tha door!"

"You're right, Hitch, you have a point. I'm not letting another man come between me and my partner and I mean that in both entendres."

"Settle down," said Goody, taking a sip of water.

Shoresy was quick to leave the barn and head to your place, nervous to see who he was going to find lying next to you. As he entered the bedroom door, he pushed up his sleeves, getting ready for a fist fight. To his surprise, there was no human man to be seen anywhere. Instead, he was greeted with you and an unfamiliar orange cat lying on his side of the bed.

"Look baby, Shoresy's home! My favorite two men in this whole world," you cooed, the cat purring as it cuddled up to you. Shoresy relaxed, happy you were just messing around with him, and looking forward to cuddling two very cute creatures all night.

Wayne:

You felt bad joking like this to Wayne, knowing he had been cheated on in the past, but you couldn’t help yourself as you sent the text message: “can’t meet rn. me and my other man are in bed.”

When Wayne received said text message, he sped over to your place in a flash, his stoic expression turning the slightest bit more sour than usual. After he slammed his truck door closed, he rolled up his sleeves, readying himself for a brawl. However, when he entered your bedroom, he just stood there very confused.

“Here’s the man I was talking about.” You held up a black cat with white paws. “I just rescued him! Isn’t he cute?”

Wayne stood in silence for a few moments before speaking. “Okay, y/n. Y/n, okay. That is a very cute cat.”

He took several big strides and abducted the cat from you, cuddling it close to his chest.

“You can have him back after I get an apology for making me worry.” He scratched the cat under its chin, making it purr. “And after I get an apology for not adopting two of these.”

Daryl:

“Does this mean what I think it means?”

Daryl was at MoDean’s trying to decipher the text you had just sent him. It was a picture of you lying in bed with a mass of blonde hair on your chest, captioned “don’t come over, my man and I are having alone time.”

“I knows y/n, we all do, and that doesn’t seem like their types of behaviors,” said Squirrely Dan.

Katy then spoke up, “But it is weird. I think you should go check it out. Let us know if you need backup.”

Daryl agreed and drove his van over to your house in a hurry, confused as ever. He walked into your bedroom, fully expecting to see you with another man, but what he actually saw couldn’t have been further from what he assumed.

“I got us a cat!” you exclaimed, holding up the cream colored cat. “Isn’t he just adorable?”

“You really threw me for a loop with that text,” Daryl said, frowning, but perking up when the cat ran over to his leg and started nuzzling him. “He is really cute though. This is the only other man I’d ever want in my bed.”

“Me too, Daryl, don’t worry,” you said, pulling him in for a kiss.

Coach:

“I’m kinda busy rn, me and my man are lying in bed.”

“What the fuck are they talking about?!”

Coach was ready to crush his phone in anger. What did you mean, your man? HE was your man, your only man! He furiously typed back a response, telling you he’d be over at your place in no time, and he spent the whole trip muttering to himself about how he was going to kick that guy’s ass for laying next to his partner. He practically busted your door down, huffing and puffing as he stared you down. You were completely unbothered by Coach’s abrasive entrance, even laughing about it, as you lounged with a cat running in circles on your bed.

“Coach! Glad to see you made it to meet our newest roommate.”

“Don’t scare me like that, y/n, I was seriously pissed off!” He was pointing an accusatory finger at you until the cat pounced on it, clawing lightly at his skin. Coach immediately broke into a smile, cooing and giving the cat scratches on its ears. It looked like your two favorite men got along swimmingly!

[slvthrs]

can u write something with soft!dom vinnie x bimbo reader

yess luv bimbos they're so soo hot

┆.° ♡ — NSFW UNDER THE CUT

You and Vinnie were friends, and you have been for some time, you both blew up on the internet around the same time and quickly became close, even to the point you made regular appearances on his youtube channel, such as his hot wing show series.

You really weren't the smartest so you ended up eating almost all the wings, getting clipped to hell and back on all platforms with people calling you hot, but stupid.

But you loved it, you loved being called a bimbo, yeah you might not be a genius but you loved being effeminate and girly and you were pretty, you were happy and you were successful- and the best part was that your friend Vinnie supported you as well.

So that made it even weirder to why you were currently bouncing up and down on his dick in the middle of his room whilst your moans echoed around the two of you.

This wasn't supposed to happen, you two were strictly platonic, but you two had been drinking with the rest of his friends at a party and he had dragged you away after you were flirting with some guy and he was getting too handsy, something about seeing Vinnie so protective and possessive over you made a switch flip inside of you.

You had been back at his house for less than 30 minutes before you had him against his head board with his hands roaming all over your body, riding him till your legs could no longer work.

"Fuck baby, who would have thought you wanted me this bad?" He breathed out with a chuckle

I did, I wanted you so bad

"Hmph, shut up Vin" You stated pushing against his chest as he helped you ride him by rolling your hips.

"I should just shut you up huh? Flip you 'round and fuck you till your ass is so sore, but you would like that too much my noisy girl"

And all you did was whine in retaliation and grabbed his hands and started pawing at them.

His hands were so perfect and adorable, you loved them so much, but what you loved more was having them in your mouth.

You dragged your tongue across his fingers keeping a hazy eye contact with him causing him to writhe under you.

Quickly you placed sweet kisses along his fingers as you rocked back and forth on his cock. You finally placed his fingers in you mouth, sucking hard, causing him to throw his head back in euphoria.

Pushing them further back until he gags on them and yanks your hand outta his mouth,

"Y'know what fuck this, get up I'm gonna make sure you remember whose in charge here, slut"