#Dog playpens

[tahthetrickster]

took her under four hours to ditch her cone, which is a new record around here

[ignisgayentia]

PROOF that my puppy looks like a penis when she sploots

[gar-a-ash]

Trying indoor leash time and good god is this creature a menace. Definitely comes from bitework lines (the amount of times I've picked him up to potty and he just latches onto my shoulder ffs).

I think next time we try leash time Tassie's going to go into her crate so she doesn't rev him up lol, the point of this is to teach him to be CALM in the house.

[trinkettes]

gotta stop reading comments on anything where people are asking for dog behaviour tips, keeping your dog in a crate is not allowed here and it's sooo jarring seeing people saying "it's the only thing that works!"

[marsixm]

without fail its like 80 fucking degrees all afternoon at my apartment so doing stuff on my days off is a sensory nightmare

[gzprodigy]

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[lemonlover1110]

Girl Dad

Dad Series

Kento Nanami

Warnings: Pure Fluff

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Taking care of a baby and a five-year-old isn’t easy, but Kento has it covered. You have a bad cold, the man can’t let you near his daughters. You need to rest and he won’t risk having the girls sick. However, Kento didn’t realize how much of a handful they would be.

Suki herself is enough to fill up Kento’s plate, but having a ten-month-old baby on top of it makes his job even more difficult. Suki loves her little sister, don’t get her wrong, but she will ensure that she’s the favorite daughter even if that includes sabotaging a toddler. Kento knows it, that’s why he keeps his eyes on her.

But Kento can’t keep his eye on Suki at all times, especially when you’re sick. He’s trying to cook a nutritious meal, he can’t hold a baby that loves to touch everything. The easiest solution is to put her in her playpen while he gives Suki something to entertain herself with. It’s usually his phone, giving her a game to play before he begins his other duties.

Sometimes the phone isn’t enough to entertain her. Suki loves to wander around the house, painting on the walls, playing with your decoration, making “potions” with your lotions and perfumes– The list goes on. But sometimes all of that isn’t enough to entertain her.

“Daddy, can I paint your nails?” Suki asks, walking to the kitchen where Kento makes lunch for everyone. Soup for you, something bland for his picky daughters, and then something simple for himself. In other words, his hands are full.

“Later, Suki.” Is all he says, and Suki stomps her little feet, walking back to the living room with her kid nail polish. Her little arms are crossed, and she looks around for something to do, something that will express her anger. She looks down at her nail polish then she hears some cooing from the playpen, and a lightbulb turns on.

Not even five minutes pass, and Kento hears his eldest daughter yelling at the baby. He turns off the stove and walks to the living room to hear Suki yell, “Bad, Chichi! Bad!”

“She’s not a dog, Suki. That’s your baby sister.” Kento corrects her because Suki treats the baby as her dog. Kento walks over to the playpen, where Suki reprimands the baby. Suki’s nail polish is spilled in front of the baby, and before her chubby hands can lay on top of the puddle, Kento picks her up from the playpen. “What happened here?”

“I climbed into the pen to play with her but she grabbed my nail polish and started to throw it around. Like usual.” Suki is a great actress, sticking out her bottom lip and crossing her arms.

“Is that true Chichi?” Kento softens his voice while talking to the clueless, happy baby. She smiles, causing Kento to smile back at her. He kisses her chubby cheek before putting his attention back on Suki. He hates to reprimand her but he can’t let her get away with everything anymore. “I’m not a dumbass, Suki. You can start doing bad things and blame it on her when she’s two or three, right now that won’t work.”

“I’m telling the truth!” She claims, but Kento is hearing none of it. She knows it’s not believable but her daddy usually believes her every word, so she hoped this time around he would believe her again.

“Get out of there, Suki, and stop lying before I put you on timeout again.” Kento can’t believe the words he’s saying. Timeout? Really? He hates it, he’s supposed to support her with everything, not reprimand her.

“Can I go with mommy?”

“She’s sleeping. Now go sit down on the couch and wait for the food.” He’s very serious, she can tell, so she won’t challenge him anymore.

“Can I play with Chichi?” Suki asks as Kento walks back to the kitchen with the baby. He looks at his sweet smiley baby, who reminds him so much of Suki. And to think Suki blames everything on a replica of herself– But he reminds himself that he’s the reason she acts like a little brat.

“Next thing you’ll do is put your mother’s makeup on her, you’ll blame it on the baby and we all get yelled at. I won’t risk it.” He clicks his tongue. 

Kento has to find a way to get Suki to stop blaming everything on the baby, but he has a feeling that’ll take a while.

[allywthsr]

LEO LECLERC | (c.leclerc)

summary: you and Charles get a dog

wordcount: 1.8k words

pairing: charlesleclerc x fem!reader

warnings: dogs

notes: how cute is Leo? My goodness.

You and Charles had been together for quite a while now, while he was busy racing all over the world, you were staying at home and working, sometimes you would join him for a race but most of the time, you couldn’t just get off work. Even with meeting your friends and being busy with your own work, you still felt lonely, especially at night. You never knew what could happen, due to having your address leaked by a few fans, you had people ringing the doorbell at two am. Sometimes friends slept over, but you needed someone to cuddle with when Charles was gone.

You‘ve always thought about having a dog, and all the cute puppies on your Instagram page had you swooning, just like Charles, he had always kept a close eye on your phone whenever you went down a rabbit hole of looking at cute dogs, seeing what kind of dogs you loved and spent hours of watching, he secretly always watched videos as well, but he also knew that a dog meant more work than it seemed in the videos.

It wasn’t like you two were seriously talking about getting a dog, sometimes the topic would randomly occur and you fantasized about the life with a dog, but you weren’t even sure if Charles would be a hundred percent okay with a little companion.

Until one Thursday evening, it was an off week for Charles and you were cuddling on the couch, watching some Netflix, when his phone rang. Joris was calling and Charles left the living room, you heard him mumble something in French, but you couldn’t hear him clear enough to fully hear what he was saying. Shortly after he came back and sat down again, you looked at him, he normally never left the room when he received a call.

“Joris called to tell me something.”

That made you sit up, nudging him slightly to talk more.

“I know how lonely you felt these last few weeks when I’m not around. And I know that you love dogs, so I aske-”

“You got us a dog?!”, you screeched in his ear, to which he shifted a little more far away, so he could keep his hearing ability.

“Not yet, Joris knows someone whose dog accidentally got pregnant and wants to sell some puppies, I thought we could go there tomorrow and see if any puppies like us?”

With tears in your eyes, you nodded and hugged him tightly, this was your dream, a little someone to take care of, a new best friend.

During the night you had trouble falling asleep, too excited to look at the dogs, so when the clock hit 7 am, you got up and took a shower, after you prepared some breakfast and woke Charles up, the faster you could get there, the better.

You both were nervous during breakfast, this was a big decision, a dog was a responsibility for several years, but you knew he or she would have the best life in your home, and your lives would also get better. There would always be a little cuddle buddy, someone to play with, and someone who needs your attention twenty-four-seven.

Joris didn’t say what breed it would be, only that the pregnancy wasn’t planned, but the puppies were adorable, and you didn’t doubt that for one second, every puppy was a cute creature.

The drive was rather short, only thirty minutes until you reached the family home, when you rang the doorbell, you could already hear dogs barking, and when the door opened and an older lady smiled at you, you could hear little puppies crying. You introduced yourself to the woman, whose name was Margarete, and she welcomed you into her home. After she offered you a coffee, she led you into the room where a big playpen was standing, and five little light brown puppies were sleeping. The little golden retriever dachshund mixes had the cutest little floppy ears and the softest-looking fur you had ever seen.

You quietly gasped after seeing these angels, and the first one lifted his head, after hearing a strange noise, and got excited when he saw you and Charles, waking his siblings in the process. After the puppies were awake and barking at you, you couldn’t wait anymore and carefully got in the pen, immediately you had four dogs crawling all over you, and the fifth one was sitting in the corner, crying for his mother, he was smaller than his siblings but in perfect health. Margaret told you she was currently training them to be separated from their mother, and so they could be crying, but when Charles joined you in the pen, the little fella walked over to him and sniffed at his knee, before getting up on Charles leg and finding a comfortable spot to sleep, after all, he was a small puppy.

From that moment, you knew this puppy had your heart, seeing how comfortable he was with Charles, and how he was crying for his mama a second ago, these two had a special connection.

Charles also fell in love with the little boy, he picked him up carefully and the puppy started to lick his face, which Charles commented with a chuckle. You two looked at each other and you knew what he was thinking, you found your little love. Charles gave you the fella and he also started sniffing you, giving you small licks on your chin, when you held him close to your chest.

Margaret came in and saw you cuddling with the dog, she knew you made a decision when you looked at her, “That’s Leo, you can change his name if you want to, but my grandson named him that way.”

Leo fit him perfectly, Leo Leclerc.

Charles and you took your time to cuddle some more, really making sure Leo liked you and wasn’t scared.

After doing all the paperwork with Margaret and learning about the needs that a little puppy had, you two left the house and went straight to the pet store, you still had to wait two weeks until you could pick him up, but you two were way too excited to not go and shop for Leo.

The cart was almost full when you waited in the queue to pay, food, toys, leashes, beds, and more stuff waiting to be used by Leo.

The next two weeks were going by slower than you’d hoped. Every day you chatted with Margarete and she sent you pictures and updates from Leo, the little puppy was doing great and got his last few shots at the vet, now he was ready to come home to you.

It was a Saturday when you picked him up, Leo got excited when you had him in your arms, licking everything he could reach, while Charles paid for Leo, and signed the last papers. Now he was officially yours, your own little puppy, to cherish and love.

On the way home you spilled some tears, while the little angel was sleeping on your lap, this was a dream come true. Now you wouldn’t be as lonely anymore when Charles was gone, but you also had a little companion when you two were together.

The first few steps Leo did in his new home were wobbly, he was a little scared, so you and Charles settled down on the floor, just to make sure Leo didn’t feel lonely and had someone he could go to if he needed emotional support. But he was a brave boy, and even if his steps were slow, he still looked around the apartment, sniffing all these new smells and he already found his favorite spot, which was underneath the piano, where a furry rug was lying.

You let the little puppy sleep and started making dinner, Leo must’ve been exhausted, he left his old home and his family, and now he was with strangers in new surroundings, but he felt comfortable, or otherwise he wouldn’t be sleeping like he was now.

The evening was spent cuddling with Leo, when you and Charles were lying on the couch, watching TV, Leo tried to get up on the couch and when Charles picked him up, he settled on your belly, where he took another nap.

The first night was nerve-racking, you had read a lot of articles, so you prepared for the worst. Leo and you two went to bed at around eleven pm, the little puppy lay down in his dog bed that Charles placed in the corner of the room, and two hours after you fell asleep, you got woken up by little whines that came from Leo. You grabbed him and put on his leash, and Charles and you went outside, where Leo did his business. Charles held your hand, while he had the leash in the other hand, he looked adorable with his jumper pulled over his head.

Back at home, you laid in bed again, but before you could fall asleep, little whines came from Leo again. Charles let out a sigh, “Do you think he needs to go outside again?”
“But he did his business, maybe he misses his family? They slept cuddled together every night after all.”

So he got up, picked Leo up, and came back to bed with him, when Leo settled between you, he stopped crying and fell asleep.

The next morning started off early, Leo licked all over your face and started playing with your hair, even if you were sleep deprived, when you opened your eyes and looked at Charles with Leo, all of this was worth it. The way Leo’s tail was wagging when you filled his food bowl with the puppy food, you think you died from diabetes, but Charles wasn’t any different. You already caught him way too often when he sneaked a treat to Leo, and you only had him for a day.

You also caught Charles cuddling with Leo while he was doing sim work in his simulator at home, or while taking a nap on the couch, or how Leo followed him everywhere Charles went. He already loved his new dad. Just as much as he loved you.

The ice cream launch was when you wanted to introduce Leo to the world, the little baby was frightened by the flashing lights, but when Charles held him, he calmed down again, in general, he felt most calm when he was in Charles’ arms.

Leo loved small walks, he couldn’t walk for long, he had small legs and was exhausted easily, so you all could walk for fifteen minutes before Leo had enough and wanted to be held, that's why you and Charles were often seen holding him.

You couldn’t wait to see Leo grow up and have the time of his life, especially Charles couldn’t wait for him to join him at a race, Leo would be his emotional support dog, in these hard times at Ferrari.

[fawnsflowerbed]

A/N: MY FIRST COMMISSION AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FLOPS ON THE FLOOR AND ROLLS BACK AND FORTH!!!!!!!

This was a request from my lovely sunshine anon, following the shenanigans of Vendetta Leon with his hybrid puppy girl!!! Please enjoy <3

Warnings/content: 2nd person (you/yours), fem pup hybrid reader, Vendetta Leon is referred to as daddy! Some mention of strict leon but he can’t stay mad at u, lots and lots of fluff!!! Headcanons!!!

Word count: 2,250 approx.

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What does he do when she has zoomies at night like the lights are all off and he's in bed and she won't stop running around LMFAO

Zoomies in the Kennedy household are either a joy or a NIGHTMARE. It truly depends on how Leon’s feeling.

Often he finds it adorable. After a long day of work, climbing into bed after shutting the house down for the night, he hears a THUD followed by several thump thump thump thumps of you rushing off from wherever you were sleeping, most likely your bed in your playpen, but sometimes right in front of the fireplace in winter is too tempting. Your feet - or rather paws, as he jokingly calls them to see you puff, huff, and giggle at him - scurrying around the house, sliding across wooden floorboards, following the headlights of passing cars when the beams rush across the walls through the windows. Running back and forth between the rooms to squish your face up against the glass at squirrels or birds, whining quietly because you know you have to be a good girl and stay quiet but that crow is staring you down and you WANT to bark at it! A yip or two might, just might, slip past your lips. He can’t help but roll his eyes with a tired smile on his face, listening to you try so very hard to not disturb his slumber.

Soon enough you hear a short, brief whistle, ears perked up at the sound. It makes your feet pad from side to side, whimpering at the concept of him being awake - both out of worry and excitement. You’re quick to zoom your way over to his room, peeking your head over the edge of the bed with a quick wagging tail.

Leon’s voice is warm and rasped as he ruffles your hair, a gravelly chuckle rumbling from his throat. “Got some leftover energy there, sweetheart?” You nuzzle right up into the touch, loving the affection as always. “Gonna need to buy melatonin at this rate, pup. Either for you or for me.”

On the off days where he’s tired or grumpy you get a bit of a glare, but he just can’t stay stern with you no matter how hard work has been on him. He spoils you, he knows he does. But how could he be strict on you when you stare at him so apologetically with those big puppy dog eyes? Doing little paces back and forth around his bed to work off the extra zoom in your bones, he sighs and pats the bed for you to curl up next to him with a happily tapping tail thump thump thumping against the bedsheets.

What would he do if she played too rough with him and bit or clawed too hard? (She'd feel bad ofc)

Wuh oh! Tug-of-war and fetch are two high things on Leon’s more favoured games to play with you. He gets a bit of a workout, whilst making sure you get plenty of exercise so you’re nice and tuckered out for bed. Plus listening to you growl and giggle, shaking your head back and forth excitedly. You just love him, you love spending time with him, yapping happily and sprinting after the ball to plop at his feet with a big grin. Throw it again, Leon. Throw it again, and again, and again for the next 20 minutes, Leon.

 But you’re still a puppy hybrid after all! So sometimes you get too ahead of yourself, and you grab at his hand too hard with your canines when he’s trying to take the ball off of you to throw it, or you reach out your hands and scratch a bit too roughly at his forearms to get an advantage in tug-of-war. 

He’s always quick to pull away with a hiss or a quick sound of pain, giving his hand a shake out, rubbing over the scratched skin. He reacts fast so you have time to realise what’s happened, just to be sure no other injuries occur. And it’s like a switch flicks in your little dog brain. Immediately you’re climbing between his legs with big sad eyes, whining and whimpering out apologies and pawing gently at him, your ears pressed to your hair sadly. You hurt him! Oh no, no, no. That wasn’t supposed to happen, you were playing!

Usually it’s not too bad, nothing a bandaid and a good clean won’t fix. Often it works as a good reminder for him to cut your nails or give you a few extra bones and toys to gnaw on, but that broken look on your face makes his heart hurt every time. Especially if you start crying over it if it’s pretty bad. After ensuring it’s not the end of the world he’s always running his hand over your floppy ears, shushing you as you hiccup out sorry over and over. He knows you don’t mean to hurt him, you’re a good girl.

“No no no, hey,  it’s alright darlin’, no tears. Just means you got strong teeth, that’s a good thing. Means you’re taking care of them. Let’s save it for the ball next time though, ‘kay? Teeth don’t belong in daddy.”

“You’re still my good girl, puppy. Just go easy on me, daddy’s not exactly getting any younger here.”

How would he go about things if she was more quiet than normal/sad?

That would be odd for him. He’s gotten so used to you being this bright, bubbly thing full of life and laughter. Pawing at the door and yapping happily at him coming back home, spinning in little circles with a whipping fluffy tail. Back when he first got you it threw him off guard, how smiley you were, but he grew to love it dearly.

But today you’re… off. You look up at him from where you’re flopped on the couch, tail tapping softly, as you give him a small smile. And he has to admit, it aches a little. Watching you pace the house rather than sprint around it, how you stare at your food rather than truly digging in and chowing down, embracing your dog-hybrid side. It’s especially clear with how much you sleep. Napping around the house wherever you can, your posture a mess, eyes droopy with bags under them. That’s when he realises something’s up.

He tries to initiate from time to time, rolling a ball in your direction. “You wanna play ball, baby? Wanna fetch?” Nothing. Won’t even run at the sound of the treat bag shaking.

It’s like a sledgehammer to the heart seeing you dejected. No night zoomies, you rarely join him for cuddles in bed, gnaw sluggishly on your chew-toys and you simply stare out the window with slumped ears. He just can’t keep going with it. It’s too different. 

“Here puppy, c’mon.” It’s a brief call from the living room, and he listens out for the sound of your collar jingling with each slow step. He can already see the way you’ve forced the corners of your mouth up into a plastered smile. But your eyes, those puppy-dog eyes, are glossier than usual. And he frowns.

“What’s going on, huh? What’s wrong, sweet thing?”

He knows the nicknames get you good. And soon enough you’re climbing up into his lap with a low hanging tail tucked between your legs. He can’t help but chuckle softly, oh how quickly you cave. You’re a cuddly thing after all, snuggles are your weakness. “There’s my clingy girl, there we go. There she is.” He’s pushing the hair out of your face, a quiet sigh passing from his dry lips. “Talk to me, sweetpea. C’mon, tell daddy. I wanna listen, wanna know what’s wrong with my girl.”

And it’s true, he does. 

What if he's trying to work from home/read some files but she keeps bugging him for attention/affection or to play?? :3

Working from home was supposed to be easier for him since getting a puppy hybrid. And sometimes it is. You lay by his chair in his at-home office, one large calloused hand running over your silky ears, your soft snores or the light tap of your tail making the perfect white noise for him to get paperwork done. 

But, once again, you’re still a puppy. So sometimes he hears you wander your way in to sit by him on the floor with a thump. And then come the eyes having a little look-see at the papers he has spread out, a small mumble of “Whatcha doin?” passing your lips. 

That’s how he knows you want something.

It only evolves from there. Pushing his reading glasses up onto his head to ruffle your hair. “Workin, pumpkin. The usual. Go on now.”

You do not in fact ‘go on now’. He thinks you do, assumes you do, by the sound of your feet trotting out of the room. Likely to find something else to do.

Wrong.

He feels you nose at his elbow, soft yet demanding in your own sweet way, and he arches a brow at you. There you are, again, sitting at his feet with a ball in your mouth. In your lovely puppy brain you associate Leon’s work with his stress. And stress is bad for your Leon. But playing always makes you feel better, so it must be play time! And at the thought of playtime, now you have to play or your tail will wag so fast it flies from your jittery body.

“Play?”

He scoffs just a little. “No, not play, darlin’. Work.” Of course he humours you, takes the ball and turns to toss it down the hallway. Soon enough you're dashing after it happily, very convinced your plan is working. And so you come back to him with the ball in mouth, dropping it at his feet. Only this time he gives a short shake of his head.

“No, puppy. It’s not play time. It’s work time.”

“But I don’t like work.” You whimper meekly up at him. It’s true. Work takes him away from you for hours so you have to wait by the windows for hours. 

“I know baby, but daddy has to work so he can get you all the stuffed animals and treats you want.”

“But I don’t want those, I want daddy.”

Owch, that hurts a little, he won’t lie. Why do you have to be so damn sweet? You’re giving him a cavity by just being next to him. So he caves. He always caves. He’ll get the work done once you’ve had half an hour of running around and you conk out cold on the couch. 

“How about this, hm? This is called a.. Wait fuck what’s it called- a compromise. Yeah, a compromise. Don’t repeat that f word, though. No- no stop giggling and listen, silly girl.” Two hands gently clasp your own, shaking them gently to keep your attention as you laugh your sweet laugh. And yes, he can’t help but smile too.

“I’ll give you all the play you want if I get half an hour’s worth of work in, okay? Every ten minutes if you’re extra good I’ll throw in a few rounds of fetch.”

That’s a done deal for you.

A few of my other headcanons are that puppy reader is HORRIFIED of the vet.

It either goes two ways, in which Leon has to stand there holding your hand as you shake like a leaf the entire time. Picking you up like a baby since you go rigid once you realise this is in fact NOT the park!!! You have been LIED TO!!!! DECEIT!!!!!! Staring him down with big pathetic eyes at his act of treacherous betrayal. “I know, I know, but you need your shots.”

You don’t bite, you don’t growl or bark, you just stare wide eyed at the wall like you’ve seen a ghost. Whimpering during the whole appointment, he usually has to grab your chin several times so you’ll actually look at him rather than the posters on hybrid health that might freak you out even more. And if they even try to give you a vaccination you’re clambering up his body as if he’s some sort of chiselled, stubbled tree in a leather jacket. And yeah, every time he can’t help but laugh.

“Oh come on, sunshine. It’s just a prick, you’ll be alright. You’re my brave girl, aren’tcha? You my brave girl, yeah? Yes you are, you’re my sweet girl, my brave baby.” He pries and coos so the veterinary nurse can jab you, plaster a hello kitty bandaid over the spot, and hand you a treat. Thank GOD that’s over.

In other cases you have a regular checkup with female vets who coo and coddle over how pretty you are, your tail whipping happily between your giggles. Usually Leon just leans against the wall and watches as the nurse takes your jaw and tells you to say ‘ah’, with the ladies gasping out a ‘Oh look at those clean pearly teeth!’ so you wiggle around. Yeah, those times you like the vets. 

Squirrels are your arch nemesis. Especially since Leon won’t let you take the time to learn how to climb a tree. Let’s face it, seeing his puppy girl halfway up an oak trying to catch a chipmunk would give that poor man a heart attack.

You’re an end of the bed sleeper when he first gets you warm to him, and then he can’t get you out of his bed. Not even in a like, innuendo way, he just comes home in winter to you curled up under his covers waiting for him to get home. You're a huge cuddler, a giant snuggle bug. Yes, you do two or three little circles before lying down.

Every yawn is accompanied by a deep coo of “Aw, sleepy girl.” from Leon, and every stretch given a “Oo, big stretch.” Yeah, he’s that kind of puppy owner.

And he loves you to absolute bits!!! He never thought a puppy was exactly what he needed in his life <3

[diapereddoe]

I’m pretty sure I’m going to go live tonight again. But I was told I should either do it in the cage or the playpen so I’ll let you all decide

[earl-grey-teacake]

Love the new headcanons for the Baby!Loscar au!! Though the second Logan and Oscar start walking they are going to need leashes or they're going to runaway to find their best friend and get lost in the paddock

Thank you!!!

They will absolutely be leash kids. Kids are curious by nature and they want to explore the world around them with no understanding of consequences. Sure, some may frown upon it saying children aren’t dogs but they are people who have never had a child run into the direction of an oncoming vehicle.

Logan and Oscar are adventurous and bold, which is great for karting. It is not great for their parents’ blood pressure. There is a limit of how many times Oscar or Logan can book it out of hospitality before someone puts their foot down. Learning how to walk is one thing but walking and being able to open the doors of their rooms and playpens is another.

At the first the parents frowned upon it with Carlos and George saying their children were not dogs. That sentiment quickly changed when Logan booked it across the parking lot and almost gets hit by Toto’s Mercedes. Now since it was a parking lot, the car speed tends to be slower but that did not help anyone’s blood pressure that day.

So Logan and Oscar get little leash backpacks, bear and koala respectively. Logan tries to fight it like all toddlers do, kicking, yelling, rolling on the ground but his parent’s will not budge. He does give up, and relents to bring on a leash. No matter how cutely Logan begs and clings, neither James nor Toto or Jenson will free him from it.

Oscar does not kick or scream but he will lie on the floor in protest until his parent pick him up and carry him. He also gives in once he realizes no one will take pity on him. He has tried to run to Williams a couple times but was stopped by McLaren staff and Andrea Stella who carried him back like a sack of potatoes.

The other drivers vary on levels of amusement. Alonso and Max find it hilarious, especially when the kids try to book it while attached to the leash. Lewis feels bad for the kids but he was there when Logan almost got hit by Toto’s car so he doesn’t feel that bad. Charles almost frees them a couple times because they plead with him to but is quickly stopped by others.

Thank you for the ask!!! I know it took me a while to answer 😅

[jackiepackiee]

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𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 - 𝓃𝑜𝓅𝑒

𝒯𝓎𝓅𝑒 - 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈

When you two started dating, he didn’t ever ask to go over your place

He never wanted to push your boundaries

Never wanted to make things seem like he was demanding or moving too fast

So, when you invited him over as a simple city date, he was over the moon.

He knew you had a dog, and he’d seen pictures

The dog is huge, a ball of fur that was always giving kisses

Cute ones of you and the doggy cuddled up in bed

Silly ones of the dog jumping into the bath with you

But he hadn’t expected him to be different from the pictures

He expected a sweet, big ball of fluff

So when it was Bark Bark! He was startled

The dog stood infront of you, teeth showing to Chuuya

He was stuck still in the door frame

Still as a doll

If he knew anything, he knew dogs

Every telltale sign of behavior

And that dog was willing to maul someone for you

He wasn’t afraid, in fact he was happy you had a second protector

He loved you being safe, and your dog added an extra layer of protection

Of course, you wrangled the dog in

“No! Be good, this is Chuuya. Remember?”

And he calmed down, so Chuuya pet him after an experiment of licks and nudges

By god, did your dog start to love Chuuya

After a few minutes, your dog was pouncing on the ginger

A little family

Chuuya will call himself “dad” to the dog

You need help bathing such a large dog?

Expect a soaking wet Chuuya, but all for a clean dog

Thinks the dog is a puppy, even if it’s HUGE

Treats, toys, steak, sweaters

He spoils you and the dog, and still is rich?

Matching suit, you in a dress/suit, and the doggy in a little bow tie

Will bring the dog to work

Has a little playpen for it

Overall, loves the dog

[jamiebluewind]

Eclipse the kitten update

(please don't glitch tumblr it's the tenth time I've tried!!!)

Previous post

Welp! Winter's boy has a respiratory infection. It was causing him to wheeze so to the vet we went! Luckily it wasn't a diaphram issue (which had us worried because of his umbilical hernia). His hernia also came up normal on his x-rays.

(X-rays left out because might bother people, but I can send them on request)

He's on meds several times a day and taking them like a champ, but had to be put in a pen with limited free playtime (because nothing will stop Mr Indestructible from running around the house with all the grace of a car with no breaks). We DID get a reply after just a week from a really nice person who was going to give us one (shocked us let me tell ya because it was BIG dog sized). Unfortunately, they left it outside for us to pick up and someone else just... took it. Right out of their yard. And since all we had was a small cat carrier to keep him in (which was kinda cruel for more than a day or two tops), we ordered a cat playpen that we got for a decent price. We kept looking until it got here, but no luck. Still! It's a nice playpen and we have it set up so he doesn't have to jump if he doesn't want to (plus more vertical to enjoy later on). Sarah's mom also let us borrow her water fountain!

We went to a new vet as ours was booked up (and he had already been wheezing a day). Everyone basically fell in love with him instantly. He left with a little toy from the tech, they gave Winter a jar of honey (one of the people in the office has bees and they wanted to give her something for caring about a kitten that most wouldn't have despite him having a treatable condition), and they've been checking in on how he is recovering (very well since I first typed this actually). He's basically got an entire vet office wrapped around his little paw.

Also, the non-profit we're taking him to for his surgery had a cancelation and his got moved up to the 12th! Counting down the days yall.

Because I gotta kinda mention it, this hit us where it hurts. Between the vet visit and testing, the pen, and the estimated cost for the surgery and followup, it's gonna cost us more than $2k (as long as nothing ELSE goes wrong). We're lucky that we're all super careful with our money, but there's only so much we can save up with three people below the poverty line. Still worth it though. I mean, look at this doofus

He is so stubborn that we can't leave scratch posts upright because he keeps doing THIS! XD

I'm linking Winter's paypal, but I 1000% understand if you can't help out. Still, a reblog and a word or three mean a LOT to all of us so if you got a minute, I'd love some new post additions to show Winter.

(Truth be told, the only reason all the updates are posted on my tumblr is because I'm the longest winded out of the three of us and I take like 5 billion pictures. XD )

Speaking of, there WOULD be a bonus pic of him and his sister (Melanite, aka Miel) playing under my chair as my cat (Danny) looks on from a safe place, but tumblr kept glitching when I added it.

Edit: surgery update

[dellalyra]

i NEED another part of Family Formation where megumi tells the reader that he has a crush on itadori but he’s scared to tell satoru because he don’t want him to make fun of it 😭 PLEASE

A/N: OMG A REQUEST I’M SO HAPPY THANK YOU NONNIE 🤍 I hope this is okay I kinda got carried away and added some more stuff if it’s not pls tell me and I’ll write MORE

Summary: Megumi comes home for the weekend, and he needs some Mom advice.

CW: Feelings, sweetness, the jjk elders 😡, mentions of being insecure about stuff and sexuality, teasing, a loving family, Satoru and Y/N’s baby is in the human world, swearing it’s me it’s gonna be there.

Recommended Listening:

Shrike - Hozier (the first half)

Angel - Finneas (the second half)

Tear in My Heart - Twenty One Pilots (playing at the start)

Family Formation Drabble

You lifted your son out of his playpen as you heard the doorbell ring, and holding him on your hip you almost run to the front of the house.

Opening the door, your eldest son stands with a sheepish smile on his face.

“Hi Mom, hey buddy,” Megumi says, laying his backpack on the tiled floor of the hallway of your and Satoru’s cottage.

“Here Akio, say hi to your brother.” Megumi lifts the 14-month-old from your arms and pats his snowy white head.

“Hi sweetheart, where’s that husband of mine?” You ask, now having to stand on your tiptoes to reach his cheek to kiss him.

“He’s going to the grocery store and said he’d be home in about 40 minutes. Something about meringue, I wasn’t listening.”

“Understandable. Yuuji and Nobara staying at school?” You lead your boys back into the kitchen where you put on a pot of coffee.

“Uh, yeah, they wanted to explore Tokyo for the weekend. Some festival or something.” He plops his brother back in the playpen and comes to sit at the kitchen island with you.

“And you didn’t want to go? I know you’re not a fan of crowds but you guys usually are joined at the hip. You didn’t have to come home for the weekend, sweetie.” Pouring his black coffee into his favourite mug (black, with an M on one side and a fluffy dog on the other).

“Uh no, I kinda needed a breather from Yuu- everyone.” He had flushed red at the name, and your instincts spiked, you’d had an inkling of what might have caused your emotionally constipated son to need a breather but you’d let him tell you if you wanted.

You had seen the shy looks through his eyelashes, the bright red tips of his ears from just a high five. The fact he gravitates toward him during missions. The spike in anger at seeing him hurt. The avoided hearing any form of praise from his pink-haired friend. You knew your son had grown a crush on Yuuji Itadori. To you, it was obvious. Well, to you and Satoru - but you had warned him to not bring it up, or make a deal of it, or try any elaborate schemes. Luckily, the matter of love was something Satoru knew not to meddle in. You both needed to come together naturally, and you wanted the same for your kids.

“I get that, I used to need breaks from your dad’s energy sometimes too. For people like us, sometimes the energy gets overwhelming, same with all the feelings. Maybe you’re spending too much time around me!” You giggle, nudging him in the side.

You hear mumbling (babbling, really) from the other side of the room and then a “Momma, up! Up!” So you pick up Akio on your hip and come back to sit with Megumi. He was staring into his coffee as if he was waiting for it to grow into a corporeal being.

“Mom, can I - can I, um, ask you about something?” He doesn’t look up when he asks.

“Always, sweetheart.”

“I think, I think I - I dunno. Maybe it’s dumb. It’s - I needed to get away this weekend to think for a while. To think about - about Itadori.” He swirls the spoon in his coffee. You know how much effort it’s taking your shy boy to talk about this so you don’t push, gently letting him continue.

“I think I… might like him. Like, as more than a friend.” The sound of his voice is so quiet you are glad the house is quiet.

“That’s great sweetheart, I’m happy to hear that. Have you talked to him about it?” You pet the raven and lock his head in a soothing gesture, keeping your voice steady and even as if coaxing a wolf into playtime.

He shakes his head.

“I’ve not told anyone, only you, and Akio I guess.” He smirks, and the baby on your thigh perks up hearing his name.

“Gumi!” The baby waves to his big brother, showing off his new skill of waving.

“Well, you know whatever you say can stay between us.”

“I don’t know what to do mom, I haven’t done this whole ‘like someone’ thing, and I- Yuuji, he’s a boy and my friend and I don’t want to be fucked with for it.”

“Sweet boy, who do you think wouldn’t be okay with that? I’m bi, your dad’s bi, Nobara well - that girl is completely in love with Maki. Inumaki wouldn’t care, Yuuta would be so happy to see you happy, Principal Yaga has had me, Shoko, Satoru, you kids - and your Uncle Suguru to deal with. You liking a boy is of no consequence to any of us, as long as the boy is good to you and you’re happy.”

“The elders? They’re not exactly accepting. I know you and Dad and all my friends won't care, I just don't want them to punish Yuuji any more.”

“Ha! Honey, have they met our family?! I and your dad have date nights of shouting at the elders. You're our son, Yuuji may as well be too. You guys are under our protection. Plus, if things get really bad - we can pull out the trump card. We can send Uncle Kento in to roll his eyes and call them shits and judge them in the silent scary way you've learned.”

He smirks at this, recalling stories of your temper scaring the senile men, and how Nanami and you team up often to call out bullshit.

“Did I tell you about when your dad and I began dating? The elders blew a fuse. Your dad being who he is, the ‘pinnacle of Sorcery society’ dating me? A girl whose family has been a matriarch fighting the male elders for 350 years? It was a bloodbath, and we were summoned to a meeting and let’s say by the end of it, nobody questioned our relationship again. They even sent us a wedding gift.” You say, pointing at the teapot on the counter.

“We love you, whether you’re straight, gay, sideways, bi - hell honey you could say you want to marry a tree I’d say great when’s the wedding? Him being a boy, is of no matter - what matters is whether or not he makes you happy. Now, have you confessed?” You peck his forehead.

“No. I don’t know how. Plus, I don’t even know if he’s into guys, let alone me.”

“First of all, he is. He told me a while back he had a crush on Timothee Chalamet - so I’d also argue you’re probably his type. Next point - what do you mean ‘let alone me!’, you, kid, are a devilishly handsome guy. You’ve got the whole, tall dark and handsome thing going on! Strong, kind, loyal, sensible - okay I’ll shut up.”

You giggled, knowing your cue to stop was him banging his head on the island, groaning ‘Mom please stop.’

“Yes please shut up now.”

“Megs, I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He’s crazy about you too, I’d bet my technique on it.”

He hums a nonsensical sound, but you can see a small smile on his face.

“Gumi!” Tiny grabby hands pull Megumi’s attention as he picks him up and he summons his divine dog for your son to pet.

“Can you not tell Dad? He’ll just tease me.”

“Hate to break it to you kid but your dad already knew. He’s around you kids 24/7.”

“But he never said anything? Surely if he knew he’d be insufferable.”

“Satoru is kinda good with matters of the heart, believe it or not. He knows this is something you need to do yourself, we both do. He managed to land me didn’t he?” You wink at him, and he smirks.

A voice sounds from the doorway,

“Who managed to land you? Do I have competition for your heart, princess?” Satoru asks, whisking you into his arms and kissing your forehead.

“Oh yes, a beautiful young man which dashing white hair and sparking blue eyes has not let go of me for 10 months.” You gesture to Akio, who is on Megumi’s lap.

“How dare he, I’ll just have to swallow him whole!” Satoru lifts your son into his arms and Megumi rolls his eyes and blows raspberries into his chubby baby belly, much to the infant's delight.

“Gumi, Got you chicken nanban, breast meat don’t worry!” He passes the box to the eldest boy, then turns to you. You smile at how thoughtful your beautiful husband can be.

“Donburi, for you, love of my life, princess, my queen.” He passes you another box.

“And for us, Akio, the ones with gourmet taste, mochi!” He takes a pink container out and all you can do is roll your eyes, thankful you had already given the baby his ACTUAL dinner.

“I’m just gonna go shower, I’ll be back in a few.” He pecks you and Akio on the head and tries to kiss Megumi too only to be swatted away.

As Satoru leaves, you turn to Megumi.

“We both know, and we love you. If you want to talk to me about it, I love hearing it from you, I’ve also been told I’m pretty great at advice - and I swept your dad off his feet. Got the strongest at my feet. It’s okay to take your time, but if you’re worried, I can’t tell you for sure he likes you too, like, a lot, Megumi. I promise.” You wink at him, knowing some humour would make this less uncomfortable for him.

You wouldn’t tell him so you weren’t interfering in something you knew would happen naturally, but you knew for sure because Yuuji had asked you what Megumi’s favourite restaurant was so he could ask him on a date on his birthday in two weeks. But that was a secret you keep to yourself, well, and Satoru and Akio. Megumi may be smarter than Yuuji, but Yuuji was far more aware of feelings. He had been worried he’d be turned down, but you assured the pink-headed boy he wouldn’t be - to which he thanked you, Satoru and Akio for his very informative babbles and bounced out of the room to get help planning from Nobara.

“Thanks, Mom.” Megumi gives you a small smile, sheepish as ever.

“No need, it’s my pleasure, darling boy.” You kissed his forehead (smiling at not being swatted away).

“Ahhh baba! Puppy gumi! Jababuoa.” Akio says from his high chair.

“Very true Akio, you’re not wrong. Megumi, opinion?”

“No, he’s definitely onto something, good job buddy.”

[floatingtomarsinmylittleboat]

This is a little fic from one of my asks/prompts on @ghostbite0 page about their tiny 21 trio au, such a good au I literally bawl every time... anyways tadaaaaa (I will be posting more trust gang)

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Sanemi could feel something felt off when he woke up. Like a little pulling In the the back of the head. He sat up and pushed away the little puppy dog he'd been sleeping with (someone keeps putting it in his arms he swears). Sanemi looks around the room he and the other babies had been staying in trying to wake himself up. He realized they weren't here in the crib with him, he was confused but he preferred it that way (no matter what the little voice in the back of his head said).

He pushed himself up and got up holding the bars of his crib getting ready to yell at someone to get him out of this thing before he hears it. He knows that laugh. The tugging in the back of his mind overtakes his whole little baby brain. An excited scream breaks out of Sanemi's mouth when he sees a flash of purple go by. 

Genya freezes, was that Sanemi? He froze thinking he heard wrong but he knew he was right. Obanai was with Mitsuri who was trying to give him a bottle and Giyuu was with Tanjiro. Sanemi got put down for a nap after he dumped his food onto the floor. Genya's nervous, ever since his brother got turned into a baby his behavior toward him totally flipped. Sanemi used to avoid Genya like a plague and now its like the two are the best of friends. It was overwhelming for the poor teen. His big adult angsty older brother who acted like Genya didn't mean anything to him was now a little baby who wanted nothing more than to hang out with him (when he's in baby mode again). A whine breaks him out of this thoughts. 

Genya hesitates for a bit longer until the whining because sobbing. He rushes into the room, almost tripping on a stuffed animal (Mitsuri swears it's to keep the babies entertained but everyone knows it's all for Obanai). Sanemi giggles through his tears and bounces in his place. Genya pauses and tries to think of the last time his brother looked even remotely happy to see him. He guessed he took too long because Sanemi throws his stuffed dog at his face and whines with as much anger his baby body can muster (he looks like a kicked puppy with his watery eyes, chubby cheeks and tiny bit of drool on the right corner of his mouth).

“Alright Nemi I'm right here, it's okay”. Genya reaches over the crib bars and picks Sanemi up. A happy coo comes out of the baby and his brother wipes his snot covered face with a blue rag. Rags and bibs were an absolute necessity when the trio was in baby mode or eating. Sanemi has a bit of a dribble problem, Obanai is always suckling on his pacifier or little mittens, and Giyuu… he's something else. Sanemi squeals and shoves his face in his brother's neck, smelling the smallest hint of gun powder and mint. Genya chuckles, “You're such a little dweeb” and bends over to pick up the stuffed animal his baby brother chucked at him. His brother babbles out what sounds like “You're a dweeb”.

Genya tucks the toy in Sanemi's arms and the boy screams in delight and babbles random unintelligible words. Genya caught maybe the word puppy and his name but you couldn't tell with the way Sanemi was shaking his head back and forth. Genya tickles his brother's side and soaks in all the happy laughter he gets as a response. The teen looks around the room for something to do before deciding to go to the comfy corner covered in pillows and blankets. It was made after Giyuu smacked his head on the floor trying to find a comfy spot to lay down. It also doubles as a playpen and calm down corner/time out corner which was very effective for the baby Genya was holding who was prone to meltdowns for whatever reason.  

Genya steps over the makeshift gate and settles in between the pillows and blankets with his brother on his lap. The babbles continued with Sanemi smacking the puppy on his big brothers tummy. Genya smiled softly at Sanemi smiling little face and sparkling eyes. “Be gentle Nemi, don't be mean to your puppy okay?” Sanemi crawled off Genya with a little pat to his puppy and picked up a dragon plush for Genya. Genya chuckled as he realized his brother wanted to play with stuffed animals. When his brother got like this he especially enjoyed playing pretend, it was really cute. “Alright Nemi, whats our little story?” Genya smiled as he sat up across from his brother with the dragon in his hand. 

The two played for what felt like hours and Sanemi began to yawn again. Genya wiped his mouth again and laid down with him. His baby brother laid on his chest sniffling softly with one arm curled around his puppy and a hand clutching his brother's clothes. Genya rubbed up and down Sanemi's back until his breathing slowed. “Goodnight Nemi, I love you so much…” Genya pressed a kiss to his brother's forehead before laying down to think about how his life had totally flipped on him.

Genya woke up to angry babbling and things being thrown at him. “Nemi what are you doing? Come here let's get you dressed and fed”. He stood up and cracked his back before turning towards a pouty and red faced Sanemi in the corner of the room, the puppy laid nearby. When Genya tried to pick Sanemi up, the boy exploded into angry babbles with hateful eyes. Genya sighed and left to go get Gyomei to calm his chihuahua of a baby brother. So much for bonding time. 

[disrealities]

Alternatives for system (with dog themes!) — requested by @rwuffles

Pack, Kennel, Litter, Leash, Bunch, Family, Cluster, Clan, Seekers, Herd, Coven, Hunters, Doghouse, Puppy mill, Vet / Vets office / Veterinary clinic, Animal clinic, Dogsitter, Dogtrot, Dogpatch, Dogwash, Playpen, (Dog) Shelter