#She's so tiny and squeaky and adorable!

[darkmagenugget]

Small mode Ashe makes little hop noises in celeste. So adorable! 💜 -Iris

[sexlapis]

yn and toji filming a buzzfeed puppies interview together then getting a question about if they would adopt a dog together 🎀🎀🎀

TOJI FUSHIGURO & Y/N + PUPPIES

⤷ cw: fluff, short fic, cute puppies, toji & yn haven’t exactly gone public but everyone basically knows they’re together 💀

a/n: needed to make this a whole thing bc i love this idea sm 🤭

INTRO

“oh my god!” you squeal as the crew members release six fluffy, tiny golden retriever puppies to where you and toji sit. the puppies immediately run over to both of you, and begin licking all over you knees and hands.

“hey, little guy..” toji coos and gently lifts the dog in his hands, practically dwarfing the small animal in the size of them. “such a little squirt, huh?”

you on the other hand, now have three bundles of pale yellow fluff bundled up in your arms, cradling them like they’re your children. “oh my god, oh my god. they’re all coming home with me, i’ll make it happen somehow.”

IF YOU WERE AN ANIMAL, WHAT ANIMAL WOULD YOU BE?

“easy.” toji begins, smirking. “i’d be a wolf. i-”

in the midst of rubbing the belly of one of the puppies, you snort harshly at his answer, pulling you lips together.

toji drops the smirk and looks at you while he rocks two puppies in crook of his big arms. “what’s funny?”

“toji…you? a wolf? i don’t think so..”

toji scoffs. “what’d you think i’d be then?”

“hmm.. i think.. i think you’d be a chipmunk.”

“chipmunk?!” toji exclaims. “no way!”

you hold one of the puppies up to your face, speaking in a baby voice. “toji would be a chipmunk, wouldn’t he? yes he would! yes he would!”

“i would- you know what you would be?” he starts and you know he’s probably going to say something crazy. “you’d be a pterodactyl.”

“a what!” you cackle, dropping your head onto the floor and laying on your stomach. some of the puppies start climbing on your back. “what the hell would i be a dinosaur?”

he puts one of the puppies on the ground and it rests on his shoe. “pterodactyls ain’t dinosaur actually-”

“ok, toji the palaeontologist, why the hell would be a pterodactyl?”

toji shrug, nuzzling the puppy in his arm. “y’know.. they’re loud..and they got big mouths.”

you gasp. “that is-” you puff your cheeks and start throwing the squeaky toys at him aggressively.

“hey! stop!”

IF YOU COULD ACT WITH ANY ACTOR, WHO WOULD IT BE?

“oh, definitely mikasa ackerman.” you answer. “she’s so talented and sweet.” you bounce the puppy in your arms, one who seems to especially love you and toji. “she’s so sweet! yes she is!”

“yeah i’ve heard good things about her..” toji said. “‘think my choice would be..nanami kento. he’s done good work..seems respectable.”

“wow, really? you’d both hate each other.”

“_____, why are you so negative?” toji asks, faking seriousness. “we would get along. don’t be jealous.”

“jealous?!”

“yeah, jealous,” toji picks up the smallest puppy and it to his chest, stroking its head, “ain’t that right? she’s jealous, right?” he shakes his head at you while shaking the head of the puppy with his hand. “she’s so- oh, that one’s taking a shit on the floor.”

you turn and there it was, a tiny puppy, in toji’s words, taking a shit.

“ew.. i forgot they just did that…”

when the puppy finishes it’s…business, the other puppies run over and start sniffing it.

“oh fuck, they’re about to eat his fucking shit.” toji wheezes, shoulders bouncing m. “their faces just make you forget how fucking disgusting they are..”

“eugh, they’re so nastyy.” you cringe at them, cooing at the puppy in your lap. “but you’re not like they are you?”

WOULD YOU ADOPT A PUPPY TOGETHER?

“yes! yes we would!” you rest the female puppy in your arms. “wouldn’t we, toji?”

toji looks at you, admiring how adorable you look with the adorable, little puppy in your arms. he looks back to the puppies in his arms and lap. “���couldn’t hurt..”

you shout happily. “toji, we’re taking this one home.” you lift the puppy in your hands to the sky like she’s simba. you look off camera. “can we take this one home? please?”

at the end of the video, you’re hugging toji along with the other puppies. “you’re all coming home with me!”

toji looks to the camera for help

(and that’s how you both end up with 6 golden retriever puppies for pets :))

[skzooweemama]

Y/n tickling the members to get what she (or they, whichever gender you write for!) wants??

I feel like tiny fics of that would be sososoo adorable😫

Ty but you can ignore this if you want!😅

yesss this is my fav kind of tk stuff 😈😈

tiny fics it is!

plz excuse how long i've been gone- life kinda took me through the ringer in the last two months...

but i'm back for now!! and i wanted to say thanks for 100 followers! y'all are the best!!

i hope you all had a happy holiday season!! enjoy!!

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Bang Chan:

chan was unaware that he was no longer alone until he felt a soft touch on his back that startled him so much he nearly screamed. he hadn't heard the door open while wearing his recording headphones, and now he was paying for it. whipping around in the chair, chan's racing heart was immediately calmed upon seeing you standing behind him. he sighed in relief as he pulled his headphones down to sit around his neck.

"jesus- you scared me..." chan groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"i'm sorry, channie. i didn't mean to startle you." you replied, smiling sheepishly. chan nodded, turning back to save what he was working on. "how's it going?"

chan hummed. "well, i can't get this chord progression right and the defaults on this program are pretty hard to change, so not too great..." he trailed off again, eyes focused on the audio files disguised as colorful bars on his monitor.

you nodded in understanding (even though chan's back was to you) and glanced at the clock on your phone. it was nearing 11pm and it was clear he wasn't gonna get much further without some sleep.

"do you maybe wanna call it a night?" you asked, your tone soft as your hands made their way to his shoulders. he was holding a lot of tension there. again.

"is that why you're here?" chan shot back, causing you to roll your eyes.

"i'm just worried about you, baby. seriously, all you're doing right now is getting yourself worked up. wouldn't some sleep help?" you were trying to be diplomatic, but here was your boyfriend, stubborn as always.

"you know how sleep is."

"alright, now you're just being difficult. c'mon, i made dinner." you said finally, going to grab his coat from the coat rack. of course, chan did not listen and was still typing away when you came back. "christopher bahng, let's go."

and yet again, he ignored you.

you groaned loudly and threw his coat down, now determined to get his butt up and out of this studio. for a moment, you played with the idea of giving him one last warning, but... it really had been too long since you've seen him laugh anyway.

“your funeral…” you muttered, reaching around the back of the chair to grab at chan’s sides.

“what are you- AH!!” he cried out as soon he felt your fingers on his ticklish skin and then broke off into his squeaky giggles. “wait!! nahaha!!”

“i’ll only stop if you agree to come home~" you singsonged, your fingers tickling anywhere you could reach as chan thrashed in his seat. you knew how ticklish he was, he wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer.

chan shook his head "no" for only a moment before he felt your fingers dig into his lowest ribs. "NAHAHA OKAY!!" he relented, giggling madly. you took your hands away as he caught his breath. "alright, lehet's... let's go home now."

you chuckled and pressed a kiss to the crown of his head. "that's what i like to hear!"

Lee Know:

sometimes eating really took too much energy. it was a complete hassle, especially now. you were so close to finishing a giant assignment for university and you were completely locked in. of course, this is the moment your stomach decided to inform you that it is empty.

the hunger pains hit you like a truck, and you groaned as your train of thought was completely derailed. a glance at the time told you that you had been working for hours, which must've been the reason why you were feeling ravenous.

after much deliberation, you decided that you were at a decent stopping point on your assignment, especially seeing as it wasn't due for another couple days. time to go find some food.

the hallway was pitch black when you finally emerged from your office. it had become pretty stuffy in the time you were in there and you took a deep breath as you made your way to the kitchen. it was dark in there as well, and you assumed minho had probably gone to bed awhile ago.

no matter! you were perfectly capable of making yourself something to eat.

at least, that's what you thought before you ended up standing in the refrigerator light, staring down all the options before you. it was much too overwhelming for your tired brain to handle and you ended up standing there for much longer than intended.

arms snaking around your waist and a nose burying itself into your neck was enough to snap you out of your haze.

"what're you doing, jagi?" minho purred in your ear as you grasped at the arms around you.

you leaned back into him. "'m hungry..." you sighed, shutting your eyes briefly.

minho huffed out a small laugh. "yeah? you should eat something. staring at the food won't do anything."

you groaned and turned towards him, wrapping him in an embrace of your own. "i'm too tireddd..." you whined.

"awe, you're too tired? my poor baby." minho hummed, and you could practically feel him smiling against your shoulder.

"don't tease me." you said, smacking his back lightly. "you should be making me food, though. i worked really hard today. i deserve it."

"do you?" he fired back, tone lilting and even more teasing now that you were getting worked up.

"yes! will you? please?" you pulled away from the hug just slightly to give him your best puppy eyes.

minho hummed like he was thinking. "i dunno... i'm kind of tired too..."

"minnn!" you whined once again, squeezing him tightly. as you did, your fingers dug into his sides just slightly, causing him to jolt in your hold.

"yah! don't do that!" minho cried out, suddenly desperate to escape from you.

you laughed as you realized what had happened and dug into his sides once again. "do what? hm?" he bit back a squeal and pushed at your shoulders. "if it tickles so bad, make me food~" you cooed.

minho's blushing face and red were illuminated by the light of the fridge. he looked so cute, but of course he still had to be sassy. "starve." he choked out, still fighting his own laughter.

you raised an eyebrow. "oh? if you won't make me any food, i guess i'll have to look elsewhere." you shrugged and gave him a devilish smirk, before diving forward to begin to nibble at his sensitive neck.

"AHH!! NOHO!!" minho laughed, shoving at your harder now. you held him fast and giggled into his neck at his reactions, which brought out his snorting and made you giggle harder.

the two of you stood in the soft light of the refrigerator, you tickling and minho laughing and trying to fight you off, until he finally relented and agreed to make you some food. he huffed and puffed and called you annoying, but you knew he didn't mean it. it was his fault that he was so sensitive, after all.

Changbin:

it almost seemed like the clock was moving extra slow to taunt you. when changbin said he'd be at the gym for a while, you didn't realize he would be gone this long. it had been nearly 3 hours! you couldn't imagine what he was doing that took so long. stray kids did have a big comeback tour soon, but usually that meant they'd rest in the weeks before they left. surely chan wasn't encouraging changbin to work out this much.

just as you were about to send a text to check in on him, you heard the front door open. moments later, changbin came around the corner and into the dining room where you were sat, doing some work.

"hi baby! how was the gym?" you greeted, beaming at him.

your smile faltered a bit when you took in his appearance. he looked tired and worried, with his brow drawn up and a far-away look in his eyes. you also noticed his hair was damp with sweat, meaning he didn't shower at the gym like normal.

he offered you a small smile and came over to kiss your forehead softly. "it was alright, nothing special." he patted your shoulder and turned to head down the hall. "i'm going to take a shower."

changbin was gone for a quite a while, and in that time you made dinner for the both of you and waited patiently for him to come out. the shower eventually stopped, but instead of him coming to investigate the smell of food like he usually would, you heard the bedroom door shut. you decided to give him some space and ate alone. after another hour, you decided to bring the food to him, just in case he was really too tired to come eat.

"baby?" you called into the bedroom before opening up the door all the way. "i have food for you! do you-," you cut yourself off as your eyes adjusted to the dim light in the bedroom.

changbin was sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed, legs drawn up to his chest as tears streamed down his cheeks.

"oh my god." you whispered, quickly setting the food on the dresser and practically falling to the floor to take him into your arms. "bin, my baby, what's wrong?"

changbin leaned into your embrace and sniffled, choking back a sob. "the comeback- i don't look good enough- i can't-," he barely got the words out, but you understood immediately.

"oh bin, you're so beautiful and strong- you know all your fans admire you for it!" you cradled the back of his head as he leaned into you and kissed the side of his head. "i do too, of course i do... please don't think so negatively of yourself."

changbin nodded against your shoulder, hands fisted in the sweatshirt you were wearing. "i know, i know. 's hard sometimes."

you hummed in acknowledgement and moved so you could take his face in your hands. "it is, i have days like that too." you wiped at the tear stains on his puffy cheeks and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "but you help me out of them, yeah? so i'll help you too."

changbin nodded once again, flushing slightly at your actions. you giggled when he averted his gaze, trailing your hands down his neck and to his shoulders, and then to his chest. you gave him a teasing look and squeezed his pecs gently. he flushed a deeper shade of red, and bit his lip, swatting at your hands gently.

"you're so strong, my love. and so handsome. i can't help but feel you up~" you giggled, leaning forward to kiss his warm cheeks. changbin opened his mouth to say something, but instead a gasp came out when you ran your fingers over the ticklish spot on the side of his chest. "oh? are you feeling ticklish right now?"

changbin shook his head, intent on scrambling away from you. "bahaby, please!" he pleaded as you caught him in a bear hug.

once you had a good grip, you used your body weight to slow him down and dug into his weak spot with a fervor. changbin screamed immediately, throwing his head back and breaking into loud cackles right after. you laughed at his silly giggles and tickled him some more.

"do you promise to come to me next time you're feeling sad?" you asked once you thought he'd had enough.

"YEHES!!" changbin shrieked, still fighting you (but just barely). his face way flushed and more tears streaked his cheeks, but you knew these ones were good. you let him go, but not before drowning him in about a million kisses.

Hyunjin:

it had been about a year since you'd been able to go home to america, and honestly it was fine with you. sure, you missed your family and friends from back home, but you had made new friends here and met the love of your life. plus, your parents visited just last month. what was there to miss?

ah. that's right. american snacks.

korean snacks were good, but none of them were like what you had back home. none of them tasted like your childhood in the same way a good old bag of american cheetos did. sometimes you think you'd sell your body parts for just one taste of something overly processed from your home country.

when hyunjin ended up leaving for tour in the states, you knew this was your chance. while he was there, you sent him a list of snacks to bring back for you. and he did, arriving home about 9 weeks later with your goodies.

you tried your hardest to savor them, but unfortunately it was yet another good thing that was gone too soon. you were back to missing your snacks once again.

that was, until you came home one afternoon to see hyunjin with a collection of entirely new snacks.

"where did you get those?" you asked as soon as you laid eyes on the items.

"what, no hi first?" hyunjin snarked back at you, and you rolled your eyes.

"hi, baby." you said, not at all sarcastically. "where did you get those?"

hyunjin shrugged. "care package."

you looked at him dumbfounded. "from who?" as far as you knew, he had no american friends.

"your mom." he replied curtly, reaching to grab a small bag of oreo bites from the hoard.

"my mom?! and she didn't send anything for me?" you cried out dramatically, looking through the pile of packaging for any sign of a care package for you.

"it might've been addressed to me and you, but honestly i think i'll just keep it all to myself." hyunjin's voice was teasing, but his words made your blood boil. you leveled an icy glare at his stupidly handsome face.

"you better share." you growled, walking towards him slowly. he just shrugged and moved the pile closer to himself. "hwang hyunjin!"

hyunjin stuck his tongue out at you childishly. "make me~"

even though heat rose to your cheeks at his words, you still wanted those snacks. and maybe you wanted to humble your cheeky boyfriend just a little too.

"fine." you shrugged, giving hyunjin a devilish smile as you rounded the coffee table. you plopped down on the couch and tackled him onto his back, your hand immediately finding the familiar spot on his right side. hyunjin didn't put up much of a fight as you dug your fingers into the spot and burst into loud cackles. you cooed at him teasingly, moving so you caged him in beneath you. "aww, did someone wanna be tickled?"

"GAHAHA!! NOHOHO!!" he cried out, throwing his head back as more screams of mirth poured from his lips.

"no? are you sure? does that mean i can have some of the snacks?" you punctuated this question with a jab to his ribs on the left side, which had him gasping and reaching for your hands.

"WAHAHAIT!! AH- AHAHA!! PLEHEHEASE!!" hyunjin forced the words out between loud laughs, his hips bucking from beneath you. you leaned forward to see glistening trails of tears running down his cheeks. you didn't wanna kill him, so you let up on the attacks on his midsection in favor of scratching gently at his neck.

hyunjin was panting and squirming beneath you, soft giggles escaping him as he looked up at you with half-lidded, teary eyes. god, he was so attractive.

"so? are you done being a snack tyrant?" you asked, smiling down at him and dropping a kiss to his wet cheek.

hyunjin shivered when you accidentally scratched at the especially sensitive spot below his right ear, and nodded. "yehehes, yes i'm dohone!"

finally, you stopped your tickling and dropped a quick peck on his lips. "good! i've been craving cheetos like crazy." you chirped as you climbed off of him.

hyunjin sighed and watched you go searching through the pile. you were lucky he loved you so much. he didn't share snacks with just anyone after all.

Han:

"han jisung, i swear to everything that is good and holy, if you sing that song one more time, i'm going to freak out!"

"babyyyy! ed sheeran is so good! i can't help it!"

this had been an ongoing argument for most of the day. you just wanted some help decorating for christmas, and of course your wonderful boyfriend was more than willing to help. you expected a day of holiday music, a fire in the fire place, and maybe some hot cocoa. instead, jisung had officially ruined "shape of you" by ed sheeran (although, let's be honest, that song was pretty much ruined anyway). over and over and over again he sang the chorus. sometimes loud, sometimes soft, sometimes in english, and sometimes poorly translated in korean. he said he needed the practice for when they translated their own songs, but that seemed like an excuse.

regardless, you were at your wit's end and you just needed him to stop.

"my love, you know i adore your singing, but please pick a new song. there are so many nice christmas songs!" you said, rooting through box after box in search of your christmas tree star.

jisung was looking through a box of his own and sighed loudly at your words. "fineee. it's just stuck in my head!" you shot him a look. "...but i'll find something else to sing..." he grumbled in defeat.

"good. ah!" you reached into the box and pulled out the shiny gold star. "found it. wanna put it at the top of the tree for me, ji?" jisung immediately perked up and nodded, grabbing the star from you and quickly scaling the ladder you had set up next to the tree. you laughed and stood behind him, grasping his waist when he wobbled a bit as he reached to set the star on top. "be careful!" you scolded playfully, giving his waist a squeeze.

jisung nearly fell of the later again when he felt the squeeze, clasping his hands over yours as he buckled over with a yelp. you giggled and took your hands off him as he climbed down.

"sorry baby, i didn't mean to tickle you~" you cooed, kissing his reddening cheek. jisung pouted a bit at you, but when you moved to grab his hips again, he ran back to the boxes to find the lights and ornaments.

the two of you spent another hour decorating the tree without much more incident. the lights were sort of a pain to untangle after having been in storage, but eventually you had gotten them placed on the tree while jisung began to hang ornaments from the highest branches. after the lights were all plugged in, you went back to get some ornaments of your own. jisung was still stood on the ladder with his back turned to you when you heard a faint murmur.

"girl you know i want your love..." the sound just barely reached your ears, but it was enough to draw your attention.

"jisung. what was that?" you asked, crossing your arms. jisung made a coughing sound, glancing back at you briefly.

"um. nothing?" his words were unsure, and you knew he was being a little liar because of the blush sneaking up the back of his neck.

"oh really? did ed sheeran's ghost just invade our home then? because i was sure i heard someone singing shape of you again." you said, words teasing as you walked back over to where jisung stood on the ladder.

"yeah! yeah that must be it. i dunno what else it could be." he still wouldn't look at you.

"oh you don't? well i definitely do." with that, you reached up and started squeezing at his hips. jisung was just able to hang the last ornament in his grasp before he squealed and collapsed backwards. luckily he wasn't too far off the ground and you could catch him before he hurt himself.

you wrapped you arms around him, hands poised to attack his sensitive little waist. jisung craned his head back to look at you, his eyes wide and pleading.

"baby! please don't!! i'm sorry, i won't sing it again!" he whined, squirming in anticipation.

you gave him a look of faux sympathy before you dug right back into his flesh. the pinching, massaging, and scratching had jisung weak in the knees as loud laughter escaped him.

"GAHAHA!! NOHOHO!!" he shrieked, kicking out. you sure were glad that you were behind him now.

you giggled at his reactions and pressing ticklish kisses to the back of his neck, causing him to throw his head back and wack you in the nose.

immediately, you let him go with a cry of pain and cupped your throbbing nose. blood poured from your nostrils, covering your hands and face.

"oh no! oh no, baby, i'm so sorry-" jisung cried, pulling you into a tight hug, clearly not caring that he was wearing a white sweatshirt. when he pulled away, he took your face into his hands. "lemme see. i need to see if it's broken." after a trip to the bathroom to stem the bleeding and some poking and prodding, it was determined that nothing was broken. some cuddles on the couch healed your bruised ego, however, that was probably the last time you'd tickle your boyfriend for a while.

Felix:

"felixxx! you know i can't make them like you do... will you please help me?" you whined, throwing yourself dramatically on the bed.

you were on your period and absolutely fiending for some of your boyfriend's brownies. they were relatively simple to make, but you could never make them like felix did. and now he was outright refusing to make you any, instead playing games on his PC with seungmin. what were you supposed to do??

felix snorted out a laugh at your words but made no move to turn away from his game. he had been playing league of legends with seungmin since he got home from rehearsal. which was only like an hour ago, but still- didn't they get enough of each other already?

"are you even beating him?" you asked, now staring up at the ceiling.

felix let out an affirmative hum. "yep, he's losing. badly." he sounded way too smug.

you scoffed and sat back up. "yeah? i doubt it." you moved to stand beside his gaming chair and took a look at his monitor screen. it looked like felix was winning. "huh. surprising."

your boyfriend huffed at you and reached over to grab at your side.

"hey!" you cried out, jumping away from him and muttering, "jerk."

"watch it, i won't help you if you're mean to me."

you groaned, and sat back down on the foot of the bed. felix went back to his game and you watched him, praying he'd be done after this last round. the gentle clicking of his keyboard would be relaxing- if you weren't craving the brownies with every part of your being. no matter, you could be patient.

thankfully, by the time your patience had worn thin, felix was powering down his PC. you sat up, ready to go make the brownies and finally halt your craving in its tracks, when you were tackled back onto the bed. a head of blond hair started nuzzling into the crook of your neck, and the familiar tickling feeling make you jolt.

"gah! i thought we were gonna make brownies!" you cried out, making felix's chuckles reverberate through your body. in sharp contrast to your words, your hands just naturally slipped beneath his sweater and began to trace shapes on his back.

"'m tired." felix grumbled against your neck. you knew he was being a little shit to get you angry. you could practically feel him smirking.

"lix! please? can't we cuddle after?" you were getting more and more restless.

he made another noncommittal noise, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. literally.

"felix, if you don't get up and help me make brownies, i will tickle you within an inch of your life." as the threat left your mouth, you wrapped your arms tightly around his waist.

"i- what? GAH!"

you dug your fingers into his sides when you didn't hear an immediate "yes i'll help you", and felix immediately began to thrash on top of you, desperate to get away. but your hold was tight and you weren't budging until he gave you the answer you wanted.

"NAHAHA!! I'M SOHOHORRY PLEHEHEASE!!" felix screamed, barely able to speak through his laughter. he was so loud, especially since he was right by your ear. part of you hoped he learned his lesson soon, but the other, more sadistic part of you hoped you could tickle him until he passed out.

fortunately for felix, you did still want those brownies. you let up your attack just a bit so he could catch his breath and finally agree to help you out. he did, pulling away from you with a flushed face and frizzy hair, still giggling like a kid.

you smiled and smoothed his hair out, pressing a kiss to his lips before scooting off the bed. the rest of the evening was spent in the kitchen, felix teaching you how to perfect his recipe and you marveling at just how lucky you were.

Seungmin:

movie nights with all of the members of stray kids were your favorite, no contest. you always had so much fun when all nine of you gathered together to watch whatever film they voted on, either taking over one of the dorms or your apartment. in dating seungmin, you gained a whole friend group that you couldn't be more thankful for on top of a cute, caring, and funny boyfriend.

tonight, the movie was kill bill: volume 2 (you had watched the first one all together last week), and you all were wondering if the bride would actually kill bill this time. unfortunately, you never got the answer to that question because you ended up falling asleep only 30 minutes into the movie.

"hey," a soft voice roused you. "we're gonna head out, is seungmin okay staying here?"

you opened your eyes to make out the form of chan standing over you with a soft smile on his face. everyone else was standing by the door, and they waved "bye" when you looked over.

"yeah, yeah, no, he's fine. where is he-," as you went to sit up, you felt a weight on your lap and looked down to see seungmin fast asleep on your lap. chan giggled a bit at you, and you gave him a sheepish smile. "ah. yeah, he's fine."

"alright. let me know what you thought of the movie if you get a chance to finish it." he said, headed towards the door to join his members. you nodded and waved as they left.

after the front door shut, you rubbed your eyes and stretched, reaching for your phone on the coffee table beside you. the screen lit up and you saw that it was late. oh well, you had weekend off, as did seungmin.

your eyes moved to the boy sleeping in your lap. he was on his side facing you, his cheek squished against your thighs as he let out soft, hardly audible breaths. you smiled. he was pretty cute when he was asleep. he was cute all the time, but when he was sleeping he had the tendency to be significantly less annoying.

while you were perfectly content staying on the couch and allowing seungmin to use you as a pillow, your bladder had other ideas.

you really had to pee.

at first, you tried to move gently off of your lap, but either he was really heavy or you were really weak because he was not moving. no matter, you just had to wake him up. it wasn't ideal, especially because he gets grumpy after naps, but peeing yourself was not on your agenda tonight.

gently, you brushed his bangs away from his eyes and patted his cheek. "min? baby, i have to pee. why don't you go get some clothes to change into and i'll meet you in my bed?"

seungmin groaned, turning to bury his face further into your lap.

you sighed and ran your fingers through his hair. "can you move just a bit? please?" no response from the sleepy boy. "kim seungmin, i swear to god..." you muttered.

suddenly, an idea came to you. it was mean, but you had no choice if he wasn't going to move on his own. you moved your hand from his hair and rested it on the nape of his neck. seungmin didn't react, so you gently scratched at his skin.

he shifted and tried to pull away from your hand while still using your legs as a pillow. you felt him start to shake as he tried to bite back his giggles. he was awake, that brat.

"seungmin, i know you're awake~," you cooed, bringing your other hand to double the attack on his neck. "better move or this will get a whole lot worse."

seungmin rolled over just enough so that you could see the sleepy smile on his lips as he giggled. "nohoho!"

"no? alright, whatever you say." changing tactics, you reached down and began to massage his sides quickly. your boyfriend let out a yelp of surprise and tried to roll away, which only ended up with him on the ground.

you followed him as he went, tickling wherever you could reach when he landed on his front. once he was fully off of you, you squeezed his hips one more time, patted his butt, and got up to run to the bathroom. seungmin whined at you, promising revenge.

he wasn't actually gonna do anything to you, he was too tired. that is, until you turned around before you reached the hallway and stuck your tongue out at him. oh, you were in for it.

I.N:

as much as you loved your boyfriend, sometimes he sucked, especially when you wanted to cuddle. granted, you knew when you started dating him that he was not one for a lot of physical touch. in fact it was one of the first things you learned about him.

however, once you started dating him, you realized that you were his kyptonite. he didn't like cuddling unless he was cuddling you. he hated to admit it, but it was true.

it was friday and your week had been complete shit. with changes happening to the company you worked for, you had been at risk of getting laid off. you didn't, thankfully, but you did lose a few coworkers that you were close to and now you had to take on their workload as well. all in all, it was beyond stressful and you just needed some affection.

jeongin knew that. of course he did.

so why was he cleaning the kitchen instead of joining you on the couch?

"innie! please? i'm so lonely..." you called from the couch, slumped over dramatically.

"in a minute, jagi. i have to finish cleaning up." he said, glancing up at you with a smile that was just big enough for his dimples to peek out. god, he would be the death of you.

you looked away from him to avoid flustering yourself and crossed your arms over your chest. "yeah, whatever. dinner wasn't even that messy..."

jeongin chuckled at your words and went back to cleaning.

about ten minutes later, you decided the kitchen was clean enough. you pulled yourself from the couch and walked into the kitchen, pulling him into a back hug.

"are you getting restless?" he asked, his voice teasing.

"i miss you..." you mumbled into his back.

"missed me? where have i been that caused you to miss me?" at his words, you reached beneath his sweatshirt and tweaked his side. he let out an "ah!" and tried to pull away from your grip.

you giggled. "don't be a smartass. come cuddle."

"i will, i will. i just need to- AH! dohon't!!" you cut him off with his own giggles as you started squeezing his sides again. jeongin collapsed forward, leaning against the counter as you tickled him gently.

you weren't sure where you got the idea to do this, but it seemed to be encouraging him to listen for once.

at least, that was until he suddenly broke free from your grasp and began to run like his life depended on it.

"hey!" you cried out, following him down the hallway.

jeongin slipped into the bedroom and tried to shut it before you could get in, but you caught the door before it swung shut and tackled him onto the bed. you boyfriend started laughing in anticipation before you even touched him, which was so cute that you couldn't just let him go now.

though he was stronger than you, you managed to pin him in a way that allowed you one free hand to wreck every spot you could reach. you squeezed his sides, scratched his tummy, counted his ribs, and even dug into his armpits when he tried to push you away.

jeongin was thoroughly exhausted by the time you were done with him, red, tear-streaked face and all. he was practically boneless as you let him go, only moving to pull you into his chest and press a kiss to your hair.

finally, you got the cuddles you craved (and one slightly vengeful boyfriend), and your shitty week suddenly had a bright side.

[sm-baby]

Is Lou's voice the same in the Carnival, or did Caine program her voice to be a tad bit squeaky due to how small she is?

(btw she's adorable, so tiny)

Its.. normal... she's still an adult... she's like. 39.

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐭

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → fluff

Summary → Peter isn't really fond of cats but you love them.

You had always loved cats. Their soft purrs, their little meows, and the way they curled up in your lap, making everything feel instantly better. Growing up, you'd never had one because of your dad's allergies, but now, living with Peter, nothing was stopping you. Well, almost nothing.

"Y/n, are you sure about this?" Peter asked, leaning against the doorframe with crossed arms, watching you fuss over the small kitten in your lap. The kitten—a tiny brown ball of fur you’d already named Brownie—was busy pawing at your fingers, playfully nibbling on them.

You looked up at him, a soft smile on your face. "Of course, I’m sure. Look at him, Peter! He’s adorable!"

Peter squinted at the kitten, his lips pressed into a tight line. "I don’t know… cats and I don’t really get along."

"That’s because you’ve never had one! The only cat you know is Mr. Delmar’s cat, Murph," you teased.

Peter shrugged. "Murph’s cool. She doesn’t need much, just sits on the shelf at Delmar’s and watches everyone."

You laughed. "Well, Brownie isn’t Murph, but give him a chance, Pete. You’ll like him."

Peter sighed, running a hand through his messy curls. "Fine, but he better not touch my Lego sets."

You grinned, gently picking up Brownie and walking over to Peter. You held the kitten up, offering him to Peter. "Just hold him. You’ll see how great he is."

Peter leaned back slightly, eyeing the kitten warily. "Do I have to?"

"Yes," you insisted, practically shoving Brownie into Peter’s arms.

Reluctantly, Peter took the kitten, holding him awkwardly at arm's length. Brownie blinked up at Peter with wide, innocent eyes before letting out a small, squeaky meow. Peter stared at him for a long moment, and then, slowly, brought him closer to his chest.

"Okay," Peter muttered, "he’s kind of cute."

You grinned triumphantly. "See? I told you!"

Peter gave a half-smile, scratching the kitten’s head with one finger. "Yeah, yeah, don’t get too excited. But remember, this doesn’t mean I’m all in on this whole ‘cat parenting’ thing."

But as the days passed, it became clear that Peter was very much not all in on the ‘cat parenting’ thing. Brownie demanded a lot of your attention, and Peter… well, Peter wasn’t too happy about it.

“Babe, we were supposed to watch that movie together,” Peter grumbled one evening, standing in the doorway of the living room as you sat on the couch, cradling Brownie in your arms.

“We can still watch it,” you said absentmindedly, your attention focused on scratching behind Brownie’s ears. “Just bring the popcorn.”

Peter frowned. “Every time I look, you’re with the cat.”

You blinked, looking up at him. “What?”

“Brownie this, Brownie that. I feel like I’m the third wheel in my own apartment,” he muttered, crossing his arms.

You laughed softly. “Oh, come on. You’re being dramatic.”

“No, seriously, Y/n/n,” Peter said, a little more firmly. “It’s like the cat’s more important to you than I am.”

You sighed, putting Brownie down on the couch beside you. “Peter, you know that’s not true. I just… I love him. He’s new, and he’s still getting used to everything.”

“And what about me?” Peter asked, his voice tinged with frustration. “I’m your boyfriend, and I feel like I’ve been replaced by a furball.”

You rolled your eyes. “Peter, don’t be ridiculous. It’s not like that.”

Peter shook his head, sitting down on the couch beside you. “I just… I don’t get it. He’s a cat. What’s so special about him?”

You paused, looking down at Brownie, who was now curled up in a little ball, fast asleep. “I’ve always wanted a cat, Pete. My whole life. And now that I finally have one, it just makes me really happy.”

Peter was quiet for a moment, then sighed. “I know. I guess I just feel left out.”

You smiled softly, reaching over to take Peter’s hand. “You’re not left out. You just need to give him a chance. You’ll see how great he is.”

Peter didn’t look convinced, but he nodded. “Alright. I’ll try.”

For the next few weeks, Peter really did try, but it wasn’t easy. Brownie seemed to have a knack for getting into Peter’s stuff. First, it was Peter’s Lego sets.

“Babe! The cat’s eating my Lego pieces!” Peter yelled from the other room one afternoon.

You rushed in, only to find Brownie sitting innocently on the floor beside Peter’s half-finished Lego Death Star. One of the tiny Lego pieces was stuck to his fur.

“He’s not eating them, Peter,” you said, trying to stifle a laugh as you gently picked the piece off of Brownie’s fur. “He’s just curious.”

Peter scowled. “He’s ruining everything.”

Next, it was Peter’s laptop. Brownie loved sitting on it whenever Peter tried to work on something.

“Bug, why does the cat always sit on my keyboard?” Peter groaned one night, pushing Brownie off his laptop for the third time that hour.

“He likes the warmth,” you explained, smiling at the sight of Brownie trying to climb back onto the laptop. “It’s cozy for him.”

Peter gave the kitten a deadpan look. “Well, it’s not cozy for me.”

Despite all the frustrations, though, you could tell that Peter was slowly warming up to Brownie. It started with little things—like how Peter would absentmindedly pet the kitten whenever he walked by, or how he’d scratch behind Brownie’s ears when he thought you weren’t looking.

And then, one morning, you woke up to find Peter still asleep beside you, Brownie curled up on his chest.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Peter, who had been so adamant about not liking the cat, was now snuggled up with him like they were best friends.

"Hey," you whispered, gently nudging Peter’s shoulder. "What’s going on here?"

Peter stirred, blinking sleepily. "Huh? Oh… Brownie wouldn’t leave me alone last night, so I just let him stay."

You grinned. "Looks like someone’s warming up to the cat."

Peter scoffed, but there was a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, well, he’s not so bad, I guess."

From that moment on, things started to change. Peter and Brownie were inseparable. Whenever you came home from work, you’d find the two of them together—whether it was Peter playing video games with Brownie perched on his lap, or Peter working on his laptop with Brownie curled up beside him.

One evening, you walked into the living room to find Peter lying on the floor, tossing a little ball for Brownie to chase.

"You’re such a cat person now," you teased, leaning against the doorway with a grin.

Peter rolled his eyes, though his expression was fond as he watched Brownie bat at the ball. "I am not a cat person."

"Oh, really?" You said, raising an eyebrow. "Because it sure looks like you are."

Peter shrugged, still smiling. "Okay, fine. Maybe I like him a little."

You walked over and sat beside Peter, resting your head on his shoulder. "I knew you’d come around."

Peter sighed, wrapping an arm around you. "Yeah, yeah. But let’s be clear—I’m still your favorite, right?"

You laughed, reaching over to scratch behind Brownie’s ears. "You’re both my favorites."

Peter groaned dramatically. "I knew it. I’ve been replaced by a cat."

You leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Never."

Peter smiled, his hand resting on your back as he looked down at the kitten now curled up between you both. "Alright. I guess Brownie can stay."

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In the end, Peter had not only come around but was completely smitten with Brownie. The two were inseparable, and you couldn’t help but smile every time you saw them together. It was funny how the boy who insisted he wasn’t a cat person had become Brownie’s biggest fan.

Maybe having a cat wasn’t so bad after all.

‎��� ࣪ ˖༺ 𓆩☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

[r0mantic-f00l]

DAD REGULUS I REPEAT DAD REGULUS ‼️ with any senecio you want just DAD regulus

I fear u have just inspired me to make a series of just dad regulus 😞😞

Meant to Be

Regulus Black is meant to be a father.

You believe that completely whenever you see him interact with your children, that adoring and loving look in his eyes whilst he smiles and laughs. Of course, he smiled and laughed before your children came along, but it became different. His smile turned wider and brighter, and his laugh is louder and more joyful.

He was terrified to become a father, afraid that he wouldn't feel like a parent and there would always be a distance between him and his child because of that.

However, as soon as you gave birth to your first daughter Adelia, he held her in his arms and she wrapped her tiny hand all around his index finger. That's when he knew he would do anything for his little girl, that's when he felt complete.

When you were pregnant with your second daughter Audrea, Regulus would talk to your stomach all the time, speaking about how much he loves her, how much her older sister cannot wait to see her, how much he loves you for not only being his soulmate, but also being the mother of his two children.

He never thought he could have a family, but when he met you, he felt an inkling, he saw a vision of a happy family in his future.

♡

You have just came back into your house after grocery shopping, carrying two bags all the way to your kitchen where you proceed to empty the bags and place all the food in the right places.

Regulus usually helps you, but you assume that he did not hear the front door open and shut, as he is most likely occupied playing with Adelia.

Chatter that contains a squeaky high-pitched voice and a deep cool voice flows into your ears from upstairs, Adelia's bedroom door being open. You smile and walk up the stairs after you finish putting all the groceries away.

Clinking of small tea cups is heard amongst Adelia talking excitedly as you approach her room, only looking in through the sliver of the cracked-open door as to not disturb this precious moment.

"Here's your tea, Daddy." Adelia places the empty tea pot down on the small table, her plastic tiara shifting down her head as she looks down.

Regulus has a pink cape that is way too small for him wrapped around his neck as he wears a matching tiara to his daughter's. He holds the baby Audrea in his lap, holding her up against his torso with one arm wrapped securely around her as he lifts up his empty small tea cup and pretends to sip whatever drink Adelia 'poured' into it.

"Mm, how lovely!" The man takes another sip as if he truly enjoys the 'drink' and places the delicate cup down on the table.

"Thank you, honey."

"You're welcome, Daddy."

"I thought my name was Prince Daddy?"

"Oh yeah! And-and I'm Princess Adelia."

"Of course, my princess." Regulus bows his head, Audrea grabbing onto a long curly strand of his black hair, cooing as she yanks it.

"Ow, okay, okay, sweetie, let go. Let go of Daddy's hair." He gently pulls his hair out of the baby's grasp.

Adelia is pouring tea into hers and Regulus' tea cup once again, taking a sip out of her small porcelain cup and rubbing her stomach as she hums happily.

"No tea for your sister?" Regulus asks.

"No, she doesn't want any."

"How do you know that?"

"She told me."

"Right, so a four month old baby can speak to you."

Adelia crawls to where Regulus is sat on the floor and puts a finger under the baby's mouth, moving it as she speaks.

"'I don't want any tea, Princess Adelia. I don't wike it.'"

The baby laughs as she stares at her older sister.

"Don't do that." Regulus says softly, with an amused smile on his face.

"Sorry Daddy." Adelia chirps happily before crawling back over to her side of the table.

You smile warmly, feeling such love for your wonderful family as you watch the scene in front of you, but you now have the strong urge to join in.

"I think you mean Prince Daddy?" You correct your daughter's little mistake as you step into the room with a grin on your face, Regulus immediately smiling at you as your daughter gasps and stands up to run to you, hugging your legs.

"Mummy, can you join my tea party?" Adelia asks with a hopeful look in her eyes.

You pretend to consider it for a moment, a finger tapping your chin as you glance up at the ceiling.

"Hm, okay then. But as long as I get to be Princess Mummy."

"No, you'll be... you'll be Queen Mummy."

You sit next to your husband on the carpeted floor and kiss Audrea's forehead as she coos.

"Wait, why am I Prince Daddy and she's Queen Mummy? Shouldn't I be a King?" Regulus protests with a frown on his face.

Adelia giggles at his pout and points at her father.

"No, no, you're just a Prince!"

You smirk as Regulus slumps over and shakes his head, yet he still smiles softly.

"Prince Daddy, can you give Queen Mummy your crown?"

"Sure, should I give her my tea cup too?" Regulus mumbles under his breath as he places the plastic tiara on your head instead, the crown wonky in its placement.

"Yes, please." Adelia nods her head, grinning with mischief as Regulus holds his mouth open in faux offense.

"Be nice to your Daddy, he just lost his crown!" You tickle Adelia's side, her laughter making you smile wider.

"Yeah, I think Uncle Sirius has been rubbing off on you too much." Regulus shakes his head as he grins.

The tea party continues until Regulus prepares dinner, the four of you sat around the dining table as you feed Audrea mushed carrots whilst Regulus bribes Adelia with chocolate to eat her broccoli and cauliflower.

The golden sun shines through the windows in the dining room, making your husband's hair glow and the fake ruby in your daughter's crown twinkle.

Regulus laughs as Adelia begins to eat her vegetables with such enthusiasm after he promised her that she can have chocolate cake after dinner, and you feel your heart swarm with love.

Regulus Black is meant to be a father.

[gooseloverfiction]

Theory

Lars Lindstrom x f!reader

Wordcount: 1,775

Summary: Lars working on his theory about touch, less than more.

A/N: A humble contribution to the wonderful RG B-day! And to lovely Lars fandom.

Content Warnings: none, just some fluff

It was late summer, you had just moved to your grandparents' house to help them. The town's community was wonderfully welcoming, but even you needed a moment of respite. You chose to walk by the lake that day.

Lars sat on a gentle slope leading to the water. From afar, he heard noise. A girl in a yellow dress and knee-high rubbers approached, Walkman headphones on her ears. Her high, sometimes squeaky voice carried far. It seemed she was too engrossed in music and gazing at the sky to notice where she was going. Straight into the reeds where shore abruptly ended, straight into water. Lars stood up, heading toward the girl, seeing her eyes being closed. He shouted, trying to get her attention. Too late.

One step, and you were already waist-deep in the water, quickly losing balance. Swiftly, you emerged onto the shore, glancing at the man standing nearby, nervously smoothing his dirty blond hair. His slightly reddened lips under the mustache puffed as if he had been holding his breath until now.

"Oi! Why didn't you shout earlier?" your voice, though loud, broke into suppressed laughter.

Seeing your dress covered in duckweed, you quickly reached for your belt. Attached to it, the Walkman was full of water.

"Damn..."

You took off your rubbers and poured out the water.

“Well, at least I won’t have to shower today…” you joked and with the boots under your arm, you extended your hand to the man who nervously fidgeted, perhaps deciding whether to leave the lunatic who fell into the lake of her own accord. You wouldn't blame him for that. You introduced yourself, and he, with some reservation, extended his hand, hidden under a long sleeve, exchanging a handshake with fabric between your skins.

"Lars."

He pointed in some unspecified direction and finally spoke.

"My brother's house is nearby, you can ask for a towel. Karin will surely lend you something to wear."

For a moment, you hesitate. You should go back home, but now, soaked to the bone in dripping clothes, it feels so far away. And suddenly, it stopped being warm and sunny.

In the house Lars brought you to, his sister-in-law Karin and an enthusiastic one-year-old awaited. The hostess seemed deeply shocked upon seeing her brother-in-law with you at the doorstep. She let you in quickly and wordlessly rushed for a towel. Lars started talking to the child, introducing you both. He looked adorable with the little one in his arms, the kid tracing the outline of his mustache with a tiny finger. Before Karin could return, calling something from the depths of the house, Lars putted down his nephew and took the player from your hands, promising to fix it and return it to you when he was in town and managed to stop by the café where you started working. He vanished before his sister-in-law returned.

Lars didn't bring back your Walkman a week later, but he came to apologize for not having fixed it yet. Weeks passed this way. The man would drop by once a week, and you used his visits as an opportunity to take a break and talk with him. You heard various things about him from your colleagues. Everyone spoke warmly of him, even if some comments expressed surprise at his aversion to touch or any close bond with another person. Then there was that one story about Bianca, a doll-sized human-like figure, Lars's ex-girlfriend. At first, you thought they were making it up, trying to play a joke on you. But one day, as you were closing the café and wiping down the table under a wall covered in various photos, you noticed one that hadn't caught your attention before. A woman in a wheelchair, not entirely resembling a real woman. Bianca...

You pondered that story for a while. You observed that Lars was talking to you in a more open manner, sharing details about work, his nephew, and Margo's new boyfriend. About Karin's ideas for renovating their house. When he wanted to share, Lars conveyed enthusiasm. Any thought about Bianca, which had been lingering in your mind for the past few days, quickly gave way to the growing affection for this lovely, usually quiet man.

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Lars waited in the same place where you first encountered him…

Although winter was still a bit away, both of you were dressed in several layers. Well, Lars might have had three more of them, you weren’t sure. In his hands, hidden in gloves, he held your Walkman. In your pocket, there was a cassette with your favorite compilation of old songs.

Of course, Lars would never admit that your device had been fixed long ago. He buried himself in excuses more and more, noticing how easy it was for him to talk to you. And even though you didn't know him well, after the first time your arms brushed and he admitted he wasn't a fan of physical contact, you respected that without a hint of surprise. And even when, under the influence of emotions, your hand shot toward him, it quickly returned to your side. He liked you for that even more. You weren’t throwing yourself at him.

But lately, Lars had been wondering if maybe it would be different with you. Perhaps your touch wouldn't burn him? After nearly two weeks of pondering, he decided to test it. However, he needed special conditions for that. The only conceivable reason in his imagination for you to meet without anyone around was your Walkman.

"Hey!" Your smile immediately felt like a beacon that warmed his face.

"Hi" he knew his voice was probably too quiet, but he still wasn't sure if he was doing the right thing. "Would you like to go somewhere?" he asked, simultaneously handing you a single flower, which he pulled out of the bouquet intended for the hospital. Of course, with Mrs. Gruner's permission.

"Oh, thank you. Sure, Lars," you smiled, putting your nose into the petals. You tucked the player into your coat pocket.

You tried to keep a bit of distance from Lars, but every now and then, he took a step closer to you, eventually walking just a few inches away.

After some time, you found yourselves in the woods, near a small treehouse. Or rather, what was left of it. A platform around a tree, a hanging rope on one side, and a few ladder steps nailed to the trunk. Lars smiled seeing your enthusiasm, even if you didn't know that this house used to look much better.

"Can I?" you asked, reaching for the first step. Lars nodded, biting his lip. It was about to happen. He would test his theory on you.

At the top, he took off his jacket and laid it down so you could sit comfortably, but you grabbed it and pushed it back into his hands.

"You'll freeze!"

Lars just smiled and pointed to his sweater and the collar sticking out from underneath.

"It's not that cold, and besides, I've got layers, remember?"

You looked at him, contemplating his words for a moment, and nodded, watching as he spread the jacket on the planks. You lay on your back, legs resting on the trunk, shaking off mud and snow from your shoes before you did it. Lars smiled and did the same, your boots touching. He moved close enough that he almost touched your shoulder. You took the Walkman from your pocket, inserted the cassette, and rewound it to the first song. You placed the headphones on your shoulders and set the volume as loud as it could go, pressing "PLAY."

L is for the way you look at me,

O is for the only one I see,

V is very, very extraordinary,

E is even more than anyone that you adore...

You knew your voice wasn't suitable for singing, but nothing could stop you from harmonizing with your grandparents' favorite song. After a while, you felt that your left foot wasn't hitting the heavy boot of Lars. You opened your eyes. The headphones barely clung to your shoulder, and Lars now sat with his arms wrapped around his knees. You stopped the song and sat down. At the last moment, your hand froze over his shoulder as he wiped his eye.

"Lars, what happened?"

"N-nothing. It's just... that was our song, mine and Bianca's." Lars took a deep breath and exhaled, looking up. Over a year had passed, yet he still felt the sorrow. Quickly, you stowed the player away, uncertain if you should leave him alone. Especially since all you could think about now was how much you wanted to hug him.

"Sorry, I didn't know..." you started, slowly pulling away to stand or maybe sit.

Lars grabbed your hand before your mind chose any option. Looking into his blue, sad eyes, still slightly moist, you stopped thinking rationally. You reached with your hand to his cheek, wanting to wipe away the wet trace. You hesitated at the last moment, but Lars grabbed your glove and slid it off your hand.

"Could you maybe... try this? Or can I..." you weren't sure what he wanted, but you nodded. He took your hand in his and guided it to his cheek covered in a few days' stubble. He mentally prepared for the burning pain. But when your skin connected, he only felt tingling. The tingling of a warm hand on his cold face. And something else, but pleasant. It was much easier when he had control over someone's touch. There was one more thing to check. Lars let go of your other hand, which he subconsciously held the whole time.

"You can do it yourself," he tried to convince himself rather, you thought. You smiled cautiously and with your other hand, joined the first, on the other side of his face. Through the material of your glove, blissful warmth seeped. Holding your breath, you moved the first hand, tracing the curve of his nose, his eyebrows, and forehead. Lars kept looking into your eyes all the time, trying to remember to breathe.

"Are you okay, Lars?" you asked, trying not to get closer than necessary. "Should I stop?"

"No, please," you felt his shoulders drop with another breath, and his whole body finally relaxed.

"You're beautiful," you mumbled, and Lars giggled, his eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks. You wanted to kiss his eyelids. His sweet nose. And his lips, which he now bit and licked. Maybe someday you would be able to.

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You walked towards the Lindstroms' house. Lars insisted on driving you home.

His hand was warm in yours.

[bellysoupset]

Hi Soup! I'm definitely not back just yet, but I have this question that's been bugging me for so long. I asked Lis this already, but I wanted to ask you. How do your ocs sneeze? I know this is super weird, but I've always been curious 👀

Also, I will catch up on all your posts as soon as I can! (Bella pregnant?? Hmm) 🫣

- G

Hi G, how are you?

I've been thinking of this ask since you sent it, I realized I had no idea... So making it up as I go!

Wendy: Although everyone thinks hers would be squeaky and tiny, Wendy has actually pretty loud sneezes and she always sneezed 3 times in a row!

Bella: Queen of getting sneezes stuck, so she'll be left staring at a lamp trying to coax it back. Normally a one and done deal, a little noisy.

Luke: You know those dad-attention-seeking sneezes that shake a house' structure? That's Luke with his first sneezes, when he wants to be babied. The worse he feels, though, the quieter his sneezes become.

Vince: Vin sneezes quietly, but with his whole body. Often drops whatever he's holding or knocks something over. Also he sneezes four or five times in a row!

Leo: Tiny rat sneezes that everyone, Jon specifically, find sooooo adorable. Like what the fuck, I wasn't aware your body could produce such squeaky cute noises??

Jonah: Like Bell, he's a "one and done" sort, but his sneezes are generally very loud. He tries to hide them by pinching his nose and it HURTS and also makes him dizzy, so he's learning to stop doing this bs and just sneeze.

Max: Not too loud sneezes, but once he starts it takes him a while to stop. He also gets completely clogged up and sooo annoyed by it.

[dragon-queen21]

I bring to you some other petre headcanons for genshin mondstadt characters!

Amber - bunny regressor: hops around and loves veggie snacks, always has to chew on something so she has teethers

Kaeya - puppy regressor: has a special hoodie with puppy ears and a squeaky bone toy; likes barking affectionately at his cg and getting headpats

Diluc - owl regressor: sits in one place with his eyes wide open like 👁👁; he swears he's "searching for the prey" (there is no prey apart from chicken nuggies)

Bennett: bear cub regressor: rolls down the hill, "hunts" his toy fish and has the cutest knitted hats with tiny bear ears; loves honey :>

Jean: bee regressor: she often flaps her hands and makes little buzzing noises when regressed. Lisa always calls her "her busy little bee", making the baby feel all fuzzy

Venti: wisp and dove regressor: in both forms he's a super sleepy little guy. Chirps instead of talking, likes making nests and taking naps in them, preferably with his cg of course

Oooh thank you for sharing! I love all of these!

~Awww I never see anything for Amber being little and being a bunny regressor just fits so well! Because I’ve had this idea in my head for awhile, something something Amber being out on patrol and pet regressed, running into Razor who takes it upon himself to protect the little bunny and lead her back to Mond. Wolf cg + bunny little

~Okay but all I can imagine is a puppy regressed Kaeya, contanstly chewing on a squeaky toy and drving his cg insane after awhile. But in the regressor’s mind he’s just like ‘oh, you want to play chase?’ When they try and take the toy away

~Diluc would try and perch on his brother’s shoulders. Just to annoy him.

~Bear regressor Bennett is adorable. Actually the best idea ever :0 He probably chomps on his caregivers arms

~Jean and Bennett eating all the honey themed candies :3

~Adding a couple extra characters

~Aether I could also see him being a black footed kitten regressor. Something something very cute and innocent looking, something something most dangerous wild cat something something really sharp teeth because he comes from another world that he uses to chomp on his caregivers

~Albedo would be a snow leopard in pet space. Makes small little chuff noises when he’s happy and could play out in the snow for hours. Sneaking up on his caregivers and play fighting in the cold. Poor Sucrose has probably been tackled into a snow drift from a playful baby leopard more times that she can count

[awholelotofladybug]

(stammering au) Say Dog owners, why don't you tell us more about your precious pooches?

"Well, Buddy is a yellow lab. He's s-s-s-seventeen inches at the shoulder with a short coat, and technically still a puppy. My mom got him for me as a g-g-g-gift when a friend of hers had a litter of puppies. He's very… He's very playful. His favorite game is Fetch. I play it with him almost every day. He's a lot of responsibility, but he's absolutely w-w-w-worth it."

"My Sophie is a white standard poodle. She's the sweetest thing, very cuddly. She's about twenty-three and a half inches at the shoulder, and we got her a modified continental cut so she looks pretty. Sophie also loves to go swimming and play in puddles. She can get muddy once in a while, I don't mind. I love making my Sophie Baby look all clean and pretty."

"Rex is a European Doberman. He's loyal, intelligent, and tough as nails. My parents got him for me as a gift. He's got a short coat and is twenty-eight inches at the shoulder. Before we adopted him, someone cropped his ears and docked his tail. That's illegal in my country, but whoever did it to him is bound to be dealt with eventually. Rex LOVES to roughhouse. It's exhausting, but whatever makes my Champion happy."

"My little Mitsi is a golden teacup Pomeranian. I found her at the animal shelter and simply had to have her. She's a tiny little thing, about eight and a half inches tall, but that only makes us love her more. She loves playing with her squeaky toys and will play tug-of-war with Rex and one of his rope toys. I almost named her "Fluffy" because of her coat, but "Fluffy" is more of a cat name, so I named her after my great aunt."

I have a Shiba Inu named Gigi. She's around sixteen inches at the shoulder, has a beautiful, golden goat, and the cutest curly tail. Giselle and I picked her up about a year ago when she was just a little puppy. She's such a precious little dog."

"My mom got Luka and me a red wiener dog named Lola. She's adorable. Smart too. She already knows "roll over," "sit up," "shake," and "play dead." She's only nine inches at the shoulder, so she's pretty low to the ground, but she has more love than a truckload of dogs. Sometimes she sneaks into one of our rooms and crawls into bed with us to snuggle. Such an awesome little dog."

"My mother recently gifted me with a Corgi named Toby. He's twelve inches at the shoulder and has a soft red and white coat. I love him, honestly. He's a friendly little guy. It's fun to watch him scamper around, and play with his chew toys. I've never had a pet before, so it's a new experience for me but Toby seems to like me enough. I'm sure it'll work out, as long as I give him food, water, and lots of love."

"I have a yellow Pomeranian named Winston. He's eleven inches tall. I found him at the animal shelter two years ago when he was just a little pup. We've been inseparable ever since. He especially enjoys playing catch, usually with tennis balls or rubber squeaky toys."

"My family recently adopted a French Bulldog named Lulu. She is the sweetest little thing. She's 13 months old, fawn-pied colored, and is about 18 inches tall at the head. Most Frenchies have breathing problems, but not my Lulu. Her snout is just big enough that she can breathe easily. And she is SUCH a loving dog. She adores people, cats, and other dogs. I can't tell you how many times she's jumped up on me to greet me."

[missamyrisa2]

Plsssss more machineryyyyy

I need to be tormentedddddd

(Worse spots: pretty much anywhere)

a lady in an elegant pink dress with a spunky swirl of multicolored hair makes the cutest face with her tongue poking out the side of her plush lips as she concentrates ~ it's quite difficult after all, to master this crane game of plucking you from the pile with those fluffy-lined mechanical arms~ but ooh, she's had so much practice and she definitely spotted your exposed tummy in that revealing outfit the moment she swiped her card on the machine. You can scramble and wiggle but her focus can't be broken ~ the arms snag over your back and grasp at your belly, the soft ticklyyyy material making you squirm even more ~ the crane sways wildly as you're lifted and whisked away. That typical moment of losing the prize at the last second never comes~ and you find yourself deposited into the receiving area

~Round 2, you little perky prize you~ the receptacle deposits you down a squeaky slide, whisked into the adjacent game chamber in your tiny shiny undies~

A crowd is gathering quickly ~ this part of the game is rarely seen, after all. The chamber illuminates and dazzles, all about the sparkly playfloor are teasing taunting machinery ~ gloved hands wiggle to life, orbital brushes spin rapidly, long feathery snakes coil and twist, buzzing wands eagerly show off their frequency, and fluffy dusters twirl in an elegant dance. Her elegant teardrop earrings dangle as she engages the mechanisms. The sounds of machinery spool behind you, her aim absolutely perfect with arms bearing cuffs~ you try to fake to the left, fake to the right. She can't be deterred, and the machinery manacles you, with a crane following right behind to hook the chain between your bindings to the top of the chamber.

Cheers erupt at your quivering midsection and frantic attempts to escape the machinery. Even as you kick and try to run, she calmly whisks over an even more detailed maneuver ~ her hands elegantly, sensually working the controls to bring machine hands in to catch your ankle mid-kick and insert it into a waiting box of fuzzy rollers~ outside, the displays ignite with a rising score and computer generated model of your ticklish plight, as your laughs and giggles and snorts are played out~

With one leg uselessly flailing, the other captured with its foot tickled mercilessly, and your arms stuck above, she's free to take her victory laps on your ticklish body. Buffers spin around your sides, coating the skin up to your ribs, down over your hips and along your outer legs. They move fluidly and gently through all your struggles, relentlessly teasing your wiggling body. Hands scrunch in from behind, digging into your underarms and poking into your navel playfully. The dusters whoosh out and taunt for a while, spinning and waving before playing at your neck and butt in long strides.

And yet through the melee of tickles and your endless cackling whimpers~ the sound of clicky clacking cuts through. She's at the display case now, her long dark nails tapping teasingly on the glass. Without breaking her knowing smirking gaze at you ~ she reaches over to send the buzzing magic wand to your royal area. It hums louder and louder as the oversized bulb reaches your undies and goes right to work grazing lightly around~ and all the while, all while you gasp and moan and giggle it out ~ while her score rises to inconceivable highs and the crowd admires and fawns ~ that adoring look, the tapping of her teasing nails never stops~<3

(sorry for a crazy one~! It's just the first daydream I had when I read this heheehe~~)

[coramatus]

A Unovan in NYC outline snippet with 700% more cats

Dawn and Ingo meet some normal Earth kitties. :3

Dawn and Ingo step into Emmet’s room, a plainly furnished place with touches of himself here and there.

Most curiously though, there’s faint squeaky mews coming from underneath Emmet’s desk.

Ingo immediately perks up. He hears babies.

Dawn follows the tiny mews to a blanket-covered cage and carefully lifts the cloth to discover it full of kittens and a mother cat that’s eyeing her cautiously. Dawn is immediately enchanted, asking what they are.

Emmet informs them that those are domestic cats he’s fostering. The mother cat’s name is Lulu and all her kittens are named after beans: Garbanzo, Pinto, Adzuki, Cocoa, Cannellini, and Mung. Lulu was a stray caught in a Trap, Neuter, Release program and found to be friendly. And very, verrry pregnant. He carefully picks a kitten up and shows it to them. It’s just a squirming, squealing fuzzy ball with soft blue eyes, so small that it perfectly fits in his hand.

Dawn and Ingo both start fawning over it. Ingo asks how long ago it hatched. It seems worryingly underdeveloped to him. He’s shocked when Emmet casually informs him that cats don’t come from eggs, they give live-birth like humans. He got to experience it firsthand when this particular adorable kitten was birthed in the grossest way possible directly onto his lap. He gives baby Mung a little kiss on the head before returning the kitten to its patiently waiting mother.

Dawn’s questions about cats come thick and fast: what do they evolve into? Are they good battlers? What kind of moves do they have? What’s its typing? It looks like a normal-type?

Emmet chuckles at her enthusiasm. She's well on her way to becoming a hell of a trainer when they get back. Those are exactly the right questions to ask for a Pokémon.

These little guys work differently though. He explains that the animals here aren’t much like Pokémon at all. There’s superficial similarities but they generally aren’t intelligent enough to consent to battling and have no real special combat abilities to begin with. Even the strongest Earth animals can’t hold a candle to the weakest Pokémon.

Anticipating her next set of questions, Emmet tells Dawn that these cats will be adopted out as pets. He’s been socializing them so that they can live with humans in what will hopefully be their forever home.

Dawn’s eyes go wide at the term ‘forever home’ and squees over such a sweet sentiment: a home that will forever love and cherish their pet.

Emmet’s grin softens at her words, encouraged by her earnest support.

[valsnonsense]

King Trollex of the Techno Trolls. Sauve, laid-back, yet strong. Brought up by a loving yet stern King and Queen to be the next great leader of their kingdom.

When he takes the throne, his now retired parents insist on him finding a partner, someone to rear up the next heir of Techno. Trollex simply smiles and goes along with it, but politely dimisses the endless suitors his parents toss his way.

He doesn't want someone picked out for him just for their nobility or ability. He wants that genuine connection, that bond of love and music that would twined their souls together.

After years of sneakily doging his parents questions as to why he's not married yet, suddenly, a distress call from one of their new allies. A distress call from Pop Village. Some water-based monster reeking havoc and they need assistance.

So, Trollex heads out to assistance them. During the fight, Trollex notices a Troll jumping out of some strang caterpillar mobile. He leaps out screaming, runs at the beast, and holy shit he has a mechete.

Despite himself, Trollex is taken by this small, wild looking man. When the monster is taken care of, he goes to Poppy and asks who he is. She gladly introduces them, telling him he's John Dory, one of Branch's older brothers.

Trollex smiles and winks and introduces himself. The Troll is a bit squeaky, shyly replying. They talk for only a few moments before JD turns around and tries to leave. Then he trips on a rock and falls flat on his face and oh my god that's it that's him that's one.

Trollex wants THAT ONE.

What Trollex at first thought was a warrior type turned out to be a strange trailer-dwelling middle-aged man who cries at the drop of hat, loves his weird bug bus a LOT, and somehow can't read a room to save his life.

And Trollex is completely enamored.

Pictured above is Trollex simply drifting around, letting JD nap on his chest. Not seen was JD downing two whole bags of potato chips, an entire pot of coffee before passing the FUCK out. Yes he is drooling. Yes he is snoring like a buzzsaw. But Trollex doesn't give a shit, he thinks it's adorable.

Ignore my lengthy description of how they met and how Trollex just scoops up this tiny weird hobo rat man, tucks him under his arm and says, "This is mine now."

I'm sorry of love this ship I can't stop drawing I'm sorry it WILL happen again

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

Leeli has FINALLY had her kittens!

There are at least* six. All are TINY wiggly charcoal kittens. Yep, all of them, six tiny black kittens with their white mama, they're an interracial family. xD

All of them seem to be healthy and Leeli is doing well! She started having them at about 7am and kept on until about 10:45ish. Never in my WILDEST dreams did I think she would have more than two live kittens after what she'd been through, and now she has six adorable little fluffy jellybeans curled up next to her, all alive and nursing and squeaky.

*she might still have one more to go, I feel another kittenish lump in her. Maraly waited two hours between her 4th and 5th kittens though, and this happens sometimes, so I'm not worried.

Maraly helped me midwife! I had her locked up at first, because she was upsetting Leeli, but I finally let her out while Leeli was distracted with kitten 3 and Maraly EAGERLY helped with the last three babies. She jumped right in and helped clean them!

The kittens are already purring and I- 😭💜💜

There are two extra small ones, but I think those are 5 and 6 so they should start to bulk up soon.

Leeli chose a nice box with a blanket in it for her nest (we specifically made it for the girls so I'm glad one of them used it) and it's right in our living room. She let me be right there and help her just like Maraly did, and she was also grateful I was there. I had to take off work today to be here, but it was very, very worth it.

Pictures of Leeli's tiny black babies (they look more Bengal-y than most of Maraly's, apparently the genes are strong) and Maraly being helpful

The first wee charcoal

*Maraly's brain* CLEAN THE BABY CLEAN THE BABY!

Maraly: this baby will be clean and that is THREAT

so many tiny babies ;-; <3 <3

truly an itty bitty kitty <3 <3

Once again, kittens won't have names until they're at least a month old and we know they'll all make it! I'll try and keep you updated on both litters (11 kittens!! it's like in ye olden days of my childhood! xD)

[bloodnbunnies]

What are the affectionate names the glams like to give each other?

~blue

Ohohoho my friend, you have just hit the jackpot… I’m SUCH A SAP for cute nicknames n shit… I just ADORE it… :] So here’s some nicknames that circulate among the glams :]

Freddy🐻

To Chica

Chi (pronounced like cheese but w/out the s and e), my dear, sweet pea, sweetheart

To Monty

Bud, tough guy, Monts/Mont

To Roxy

Hotrod, speedster, bullet (cus y’know, they’re very fast when shot XD)

To Bonnie

Honeybunny, honeybun, Bonnibel, bun, bunbun, bon, bonbon, my sweet little bunny ~ (Gee… it’s almost like I ship them XDD some of these are platonic, some lmao)

Chica🐔

To Freddy

Hun, strawbearry, Freddy bear, teddy bear, bestie

To Roxy

Honey, sweetie, Roxy-poo, puperoni, puppy, Roxrox

To Monty

Big guy, macho man, stallion, sweetheart, MonMon, Monts, Montgummy

To Bonnie

Bon, Bonbon, fluff-butt, fluffy, Mr. hoppy, funny bun

Bonnie🐰

To Freddy

Fredster, Honeybear, boobear, big bear, darlin’, sweetums, teddy bear, sweetheart, boo, mr cuddly bear, wifey (which started out as a joke but kinda just… stuck lol)

To Chica

Poptart, pumpkin, cupcake, sweetheart, chickadee, Chi, doll

To Monty

Showoff, tough guy, big guy, bumpkin (very much in an affectionate manner tho lol), goofball

To Roxy

Pumpkin, wolfy, pupcake, girly, dear

Monty🐊

To Freddy

Teddy, teddy bear, squeaky, squeakers (bc of his nose lol), Fredster, Fatbear (used to be a insult but now it’s just become a nickname that no longer has the intention to hurt behind it, more to poke fun) often calls him by his last name Fazbear to the point it’s become a nickname for him lol

To Chica

Sweet cheeks, chickadee, tiny, girly, lil chick, dolly, ducky (he found out that people used to think she was a duck… now the nickname is stuck lmao), angel face, doll face, barbie girl, pretty girl

To Roxy

Hot stuff, Hotrod, puppy, wolfy, mutt, lil bitch (which he can only call her, along with mutt, because she knows it’s not coming from a bad place and she’s quite comfortable with him), Speedy Gonzales, roadrunner, good-lookin’, darlin, doll face, rugrat

To Bonnie

Little guy, bunny rabbit, cottontail, fluffybutt, lil buddy, bon, bunny, simply just “rabbit”, jerkface, asshole (these are very playful lol)

Roxy🐺

To Freddy

Dork, dorkatron, doofus, Winnie the pooh (to his dismay), nerd, old man

To Chica

Sweets, sweetcheeks, nugget, cupcake, chick, chicky, lil birdie

To Monty

Lizard, gator man, scales, the occasional fuckface and dumbass, Roxy and Monty’s terms of endearment tend to be straight up insults but they’re close and know the other doesn’t mean it in an insulting way XD, that’s why they’re the only one’s that can do it to each other

To Bonnie

Bunny boy, Bon, thumper (he ain’t too happy with this one XD), mr hops, bucky, goofball

And that’s all… for now at least XD

[nonbinaryaubrey]

let me just say your artstyle is adorable oh my god i'm obsessed i want to steal your rw aubrey and GRAB HER AND SQUISH HER LIKE A SQUEAKY TOY she's SO PRECIOUS..... anyways if you take requests can you do a tiny doodle o. of kim n aubrey..... please...

im gonna answer this rn bc it takes me FOREVER to get to requests but. THANK U SO MUCHHH!!! THIS IS SO SWEETT im so glad u like my rw aubrey design.. she was lovely to draw and im glad to see that shes enjoyable !! :3c hehee