#paw patrol cake

[bloomandbutterbakery]

#cakes #kids #dogs #paw patrol #media #animals

[psychotic-doodle]

In true tradition for my nieces and nephew, one of my birthday gifts is a cake I make for them. My oldest niece requested a chocolate with chocolate icing with Paw Patrol (her favorite being Marshall) and Spiderman. I'm not a professional cake decorator, but I really enjoy it because it's very fun and absolutely love to bake. Can't wait to see baby girl's reaction. Happy Birthday!

#birthday cake #cake #cake decorating #chocolate cake #paw patrol #marshall #spiderman

[wheelerpupfan]

Daily Wheeler 07 | August 12, 2023

And today is my birthday and also the 10th anniversary of PAW Patrol.

#paw patrol #rubble and crew #crew wheeler #wheeler #screenshots #daily pics #birthday #anniversary #cake #candles #party #07

[glittercakepuff]

#harristeeterbakery #cakedecorating #food #cake #birthday #decopac #paw patrol #road #fire truck #trees #pawprints #clouds

[thoughts-of-end]

i had the conscious thought today that im 18 and now an adult who can do what i want and with that knowledge made pawpatrol cupcakes

#mine post :) #cake #cupcakes #paw patrol

[violentdevotion]

i want my nephew to be more empathetic so when he asked me why people steal things from the shop I told him sometimes they don't have money and they're hungry. and he, very loudly in the shop, went SO IF YOU HAVE NO MONEY ITS OKAY TO STEAL?

#ameera speaks #archive #he had a paw patrol birthday cake btw his ass is NOT an ally

[sugarstarskitchen]

A Paw Patrol chocolate sheet cake with vanilla buttercream for a birthday boy and the family of a long time friend! The biggest cake I’ve made to date!

#baking #food #cakestagram #chocolate cake #paw patrol #birthday #cute aesthetic #cute cake #foodblogger #foodpics #homemade

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny was livid.

The Guys In White had been following Phantom around constantly and while they weren't much of a threat, they were a massive nuisance. They had shot him down on Thursday and caused him to crash into some poor kids birthday cake in the park.

On Friday they had accidentally released ghost rats into the school.

On Saturday they had somehow managed to turn Paulinas hair ectoplasm green. She refused to leave her bedroom until it was reversed

On Sunday they tried to commandeer his parents GAV and earned the ire of his mom. They found out exactly why that was a bad idea.

On Monday they bardged into Danny's classroom, interrupting his math test because they were looking for a ghost parrot. It was mostly harmless but kept insulting them in a cheery tone. Danny decided he liked that bird.

We won't speak about what happened on Tuesday.

On Wednesday, he scowled at an agent that had accidentally blasted him and his friends with liquid ectoplasm while they were sitting and eating lunch. It was then that Danny began plotting his revenge.

That night he when ghost and lead the GIW on a while goose chase. Did danny take them across state lines? Yes. Did he manage to pull a massive following of these creeps? Also yes.

Did he plan for his target-the guy he had been leading them to- to already be in cuffs when he arrived in Gotham? No. Not at all.

"Hey, uh..." the words died on his tongue as Batman- The Batman- turned to him with narrowed eyes. Mustering his will, he started again, "Could you let him out? Just for a little bit?"

"No."

"Aw, Cmon!"

Condiment King began raving about something, but Danny didn't particularly care to pay attention. "If you're not going to let him out, then can you at least call the rest of the paw patrol? I wanna ask if they wanna throw mud at evil secret organization people. For enrichment." Danny gave his best, most cheeky smile for extra measure.

"Hn."

#dpxdc #fanfiction prompts #prompts #danny fenton #danny phantom #batman #condiment king #guys in white #maddline fenton beating up government agents #supposed government agents at least #the bats should be allowed to tear apart the giw for funsies #Danny -i have never met a compatent adult- Fenton: Yeah i can totally keep my identity a secret from Batman :D #narrator: he could not #the batgam go ham #not only do they destroy the giw they also terrorize them with stains #danny is so happy #danny is trying to figure out what *hn* means. hes not fluent in Batman

[ricewater26]

Nick Sturniolo Best Friend Head Canons

Definitely spills the juiciest tea with you. Motherfucker this motherfucker that and a bunch of references to random shit to describe the person he's talking about

Man goes CRAZY for your birthday. Like he's planning a big party, he's buying the cake, helping you find the birthday outfit. Just hyping you up the whole day, he wants it to be perfect for you.

If you're having a bad day, he's trying his best to make you smile. Wether that's being dramatic or turning on your favorite show (even if he wants to watch RuPaul's Drag Race), he's got you covered.

You're spending the night at their house? Obviously, you stay in Nick's room, and lets just say, you're not getting an OUNCE of sleep. You guys are up all night playing fortnight, jamming out to music, or making each other laugh over stupid shit, but you are NOT sleeping.

Y'all play Just Dance every once and while for funsies.

Matching Pajamas. No further explanation needed.

Nick's definitely going to look after you like a sister. If it's cold outside, he's not letting you go without a jacket. If you've barely eaten, he's asking Matt to take everyone out to eat. If he feels like you've had too much to drink at a party, he's making sure your safe. He cares about your well being so much.

Any time you tell this man good news, I feel like he has the cutest reactions. Definitely has the hugest smile on his face and doing a little happy dance in his chair

If he happens to start talking about you in one of their videos this man has a LIST of things he wants to say about you. Things he loves about you and random fun facts combined:

"She has the tiniest little snore, like imagine a smurf snoring, that's what she sounds like"

"OMG and she'd die for Stranger Things. If you think your a die hard fan, she'd make you feel like a FOOL whose never even heard of the fucking show in a Trivia match. "

" She's so easy to talk to about literally ANYTHING. I feel like I could tell her I wanted to transform into one of the fucking Paw Patrol dogs and she'd be like "AS YOU SHOULD".

" I know I've been talking about her a lot, but seriously, words can't even describe how much I love and appreciate her. Y/N IF YOUR WATCHING THIS I LOVE YOUUU."

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #i love him #nick sturniolo #fluff #headcanon #youtube #imagine #friends #platonic

[swampthingking]

regulus black’s guide to face painting and falling in love

halloween au <3

struggling artist reg - dad james - baby harry

tw: regulus briefly reflecting on his childhood (u know how it be) and reg inquiring about harry’s scar

The thing about being a freelance artist is this; you take work where you can find it.

Unfortunately for Regulus, that means he’s found himself occupying the Halloween Fair from 12 to 5PM as the face painter.

Regulus didn’t understand people’s obsession around fairs.

Well, he understood them. The hazardous rides that are operated by people who are either half asleep, or recently graduated from high school. The funnel cakes and apple cider. The apple flavored everything. The pumpkin flavored everything (which Regulus can’t find it in himself to hate, despite his best efforts. He sips his pumpkin spiced latte and glowers.) The pumpkin carving, corn maze, haunted house, haunted hayride, haunted arcade.

And of course, the children.

Just because Regulus understands the appeal around fall festivals doesn’t mean he likes them. He likes autumn, of course. It’s his favorite season.

That doesn’t mean he wants to sit outside, under the flimsy protection of a questionable tent, painting the faces of squirming, sugar-addled children.

Regulus doesn’t dislike children. He just doesn’t quite know how to… interact with them. He tries, because in all honesty, kids are funny. But they don’t always like him. Regulus is grumpy; stoic. He tries to joke, but kids don’t love dry humor, sarcasm, or straight faced deliveries.

Would he like to share his life with a husband and a child or two? Of course. But he doesn’t want to raise a child just for them to despise him. He doesn’t want to marry someone just for him to be disappointed in the father Regulus might be.

But Regulus also knows he doesn’t have great parental examples to go off of. And he knows what not to do. Knows what made him feel small. He still feels the things said and done that stick with him; the scars he bears.

He’s spent hours painting pumpkins, bugs, princess masks, Spider-Man, those motherfuckers from Paw Patrol. More characters from the provided booklet he can’t remember, on so many faces he can’t remember either. But it’s money, and money keeps him paying his share of the lease with Sirius.

Regulus checks his watch. 4:53PM.

The fair wasn’t as busy as it was earlier this afternoon. The clouds were dark and scowling, but were far too cowardly to start actually crying. He stood from the cheap stool, stretching his back, reaching for the paintbrushes to start packing up.

The brushes had been provided by whoever hired him, but he still had an intrinsic need to clean them properly. He can’t stand the thought of paint cemented into the hairs of a brush. And these brushes are perfectly good still. Regulus wonders if anyone would notice if he stuck them in his bag—

“Do you have time for one more?” A deep voice asked from behind him.

Regulus turned to see a beaming child in the arms of a man, wearing the same smiles. The same dimples. The same curly, brown hair. Even the same glasses.

Regulus was absolutely freezing, and he was sure if he touched this kid’s face, he would start to cry because if it. He desperately wanted to beat the rain before it started pissing down, but the boy was grinning, and Regulus’ heart squeezed at the thought of taking that from him if he declined.

So he nodded and said, “Yeah, of course,” and rolled the table of supplies in between the chairs they’ll sit in.

The man set his son down, thanking Regulus while the boy hurtled himself into the rickety chair, climbing into it like he was scaling a mountain. One muddy, red Converse kicked up onto the seat to haul himself into it, his knee slipping as he planted himself on the cushion.

“This is Harry,” the man gestures to his son, who was busy inspecting Regulus’ paints, his nose almost touching the pallet.

Now that there was no line and the fair seemed predominantly empty, Regulus could relax. Could handle small talk. He paused gathering the brushes he’d been in the process of purloining to give Harry a closed lipped, but genuine smile.

“Hi, little love. I’m Regulus.”

The man slid some cash in the tip jar before sitting in the chair beside Harry, knees spread, elbows resting on his legs. “And I’m James.”

He reached out to shake Regulus’ hand, not seeming to care that it was covered in paint. It was warm and firm, long fingers nearly encasing Regulus’ whole hand.

Harry smiled up at Regulus as he took a seat in front of him, his knees bracketing the boy’s tiny legs as he kicked the air. He had a small gap between his front teeth, and after he clawed the hair out of his eyes in that aggressive way that children do—like they have a vendetta—Regulus saw a webbed scar on his forehead.

“Cool scar,” Regulus acknowledged.

No, Halloween Fair face painters aren’t mandated reporters, but he was dubious anyway. Regulus had been a child with marks. With secrets. Children Harry’s age love to talk about anything and everything. It was part of their development. Regulus wanted to see where Harry took him, or didn’t.

But Harry’s smile only grew, like he was eager to tell the story. An abused child probably wouldn’t do that.

“I was running through the forest, and allullasudden, I just knew—” Harry’s eyes were wide, demanding Regulus not look away. “I was around, surround—” he looked up frustratingly at James for help, and James only started to whisper the word before Harry cut him off, the word coming to him. “—sur-rounded by these guys! They were in these black coats. And I was running super fast because I was ini-vib-sible, and then I tripped. There was this tree. I fell. My head hit the ground so hard, and I fought them off and escaped and the guy really wanted my ring, and he was really weird looking. And then, I have a scar.”

So, the entire plot of the Lord of the Rings, with a personal spin.

Regulus liked him.

“Tripped and fell into a table,” James mouths, exaggerating his words so Regulus could read his lips. His hands cupped around his mouth so Harry wouldn’t notice him spoiling his story.

“Hmm,” Regulus ponders, draping a paint-stained rag over his thigh to distract himself from a smile. “I think I’ve heard about that. That was you?”

“Yes,” Harry says with conviction. James is looking at his son with such adoration that it makes Regulus’ stomach hurt. He has to turn away.

“I can’t believe I’m sitting in front of the boy who saved the world.” Regulus mock bows to him just because he knows it’ll make him laugh. “Thank you for allowing me the honor to paint your face. Unfortunately, little love,” Regulus puts on a sulk. “the glasses will have to come off.”

Harry ripped them off one handed, throwing his arm out to James who was already reaching to take them. He folded the temples, tucking it into his shirt and letting them hang off the collar.

Regulus’ eyes may have lingered on the tan skin, and James may have seen him. The corner of his mouth was quirked when Regulus glanced back up at his face.

Oh, God. He was hot.

Regulus looked away, hoping the chilled, autumn air disguised the heat in his face. He turned to Harry, even as he felt James looking at him still.

“What are we painting?”

“Sméagol,” Harry says without a beat.

Regulus purses his lips. He would not laugh at this child. He would not laugh.

He sucks his lips into his mouth, his cheekbones aching.

“Really into Lord of the Rings right now, as you’ve probably guessed,” James offers, looking equally as affected as Regulus.

Regulus nods, turning away from them in attempt to turn his laugh into a cough. He fails.

He takes his phone out instead and pulls up a reference picture of the creature, then sets his phone on the tray off to his side. Harry glances down at it and smiles excitedly, legs pumping.

“Sméagol it is,” Regulus declares, mixing a grayish-tan into the pallet. “Ready?”

Harry flinches at the first few swipes of paint, but sits fairly still after he gets used to the temperature. He kicks incessantly, but they don’t land on Regulus, so he doesn’t mind. At one point, James asks permission to take a video to send to Harry’s mum.

Regulus hadn’t really let himself hope, but he was still a bit disappointed. He would get over it, he knew, but—

“Her wife is the one who’s been reading the books to him. She’s gonna be beside herself when she sees what he’s done.”

Oh.

Well, that changes things.

“Hm,” Regulus says, trying to keep his focus on Harry, and making him into the best Sméagol there could possibly be. But when he turns to look at the reference photo, he glances at James, who’s looking at him. James smiles softly, head cocked. Wondering.

Jesus Christ.

By the time Regulus finished, the sun was setting. He checked his watch. 5:26PM.

He wasn’t upset he’d stayed late.

Harry was the spitting image of Sméagol. Regulus has painted his entire face a warm grey, his nose a rosy pink, then added the wrinkles in darker grays and black, shading his face to take on the shape of Sméagol’s. He’d gently splattered brown freckles onto his face to look like sun spots. He even painted thin black tendrils of hair down Harry’s neck.

He was magnificent. Regulus’ favorite piece yet, truly.

James took more pictures, and Harry’s penchant for theatrics came to fruition as he crouched, feet and hands on the grass, crawling towards James like Sméagol does in the movies.

Regulus offered to take some photos of Harry and James together. James excitedly handed Regulus his phone, then scooped Harry up and propped him on a hip. Harry grabbed James’ hand, which was sporting many rings, and pretended to bite his fingers. It was futile, but James attempted to look terrified. He ended up cracking and breaking into a heart-stuttering smile, eyes squinting and cheeks giving way to dimples.

The pictures were adorable, naturally.

Harry broke character suddenly, gasping, a hand slapping on the top of his head. Regulus saw a raindrop sliding down from his hairline and wiped it away, just before it could drip onto his face and smear the paint.

“My paint!” Harry yelled, face contorting. Regulus had to look away from this glassy-eyed child with the grotesque face of Sméagol. The last thing Regulus wanted them to think was that he would laugh at a child’s sorrow.

To Regulus’ relief, James was also stifling his laughter as he set Harry on the ground, removing his own jacket to implement it as a shield above his son. The rain was picking up now into a light sprinkle. “Forgot an umbrella, babe. We’re gonna have to run super fast.”

“Daddy.” Sméagol-Harry looked up to James, sounding close to tears. “My paint,” he said, dejected.

Regulus absolutely didn’t think this through before he did it, but he said, “We won’t let your paint get ruined, love.”

He walked to his bag and rummaged around for his umbrella. He opened it and handed it to Harry, whose chubby hand wrapped around the handle, but wasn’t strong enough to hold it up against the breeze.

James and Regulus grabbed it at the same time, all three of their hands piled on top of each other. James’ was over Regulus’, so he couldn’t just pull away without ripping the umbrella from Harry, and he was absolutely not doing that.

James removed his hand with the barest hint of pink on his cheeks. He put his jacket back on now that his son was protected from the rain, thanking Regulus for holding the umbrella.

“Do you have another umbrella?” James asked once his jacket was zipped.

“Uh— no. But I can find one. I’ll ask someone. I’m alright.” He attempted to wave it off, despite knowing that he is anemic, and his fingers are already freezing.

“Okay, take this back, please. I can’t have you walking back in the pouring rain.”

“I’ll be fine. You guys take it.”

“Let us walk you to your car.”

Regulus cringed. “I… took the bus.”

James’ eyes widen. “You were going to walk to the bus stop, and then all the way home with no umbrella?”

“Yyyes?”

James raises a brow at him. He really hadn’t thought it through.

“Take your umbrella.” James goes to hand it back, then had to stop because of Harry’s death grip around the neck of it. James starts to, presumably, ask him to let go.

“What umbrella?” Regulus turns to pack up his supplies, avoiding looking at James. He knows playing this card probably won’t work but hopefully if he’s annoying enough, it will convince James to just take it. “I didn’t give you that umbrella. You came with it.”

James deadpans. “Okay, if you’re going to do that, we’ll just have to give you a ride home.”

Regulus spasms. “What? No, that’s— you don’t have to do that.”

“I didn’t do anything. You asked me for a ride.”

Regulus gasps, but he’s smiling. Damn it. “Oh, you’re good.”

Regulus lives fairly close, about 10 minutes away. The ride is almost silent. The radio is low, and Harry talks all about their day, sparing no details. What they saw, what they did, what he ate, who he talked to, what he thought about the corn maze (“Why can’t I eat the corn? Why is it there then?” to which James responded, “It’s not for us to eat.” to which Harry responded, “Why?” to which James responded, “I don’t know, babe. I just know they asked us to not eat it.” to which Harry responded, “Why?”).

His little thoughts bounced around the car until they abruptly stopped. Regulus peeked into the backseat to see him sound asleep, his mouth open, head lulled to the side. The blue eyes Regulus had painted on his eyelids stared back at him, and Regulus began to regret his artistic choice.

As they drove, Regulus couldn’t help but sneak glances over at James. He almost doesn’t want to look at him, but he can’t seem to stop. He’s stuck between wanting to remember him and not wanting to look at him so he can forget his face easier. At one point, James glances back, the gold frames of his glasses glinting from the streetlights.

Regulus’s house is dark, the porch light Sirius left on for him flickering, when they pull up to the curb. Sirius has gone into a Halloween frenzy, and it looks like a Spirit Halloween vomited all over the front porch and yard. Jack-o’-lanterns line each step, the carvings depicting various faces. Waterproof fairy lights in the shape of ghosts hang from the oak tree, twinkling like the flames of a candle.

“Thank you for—”

“Maybe I could see you again?” James says quickly, like he’d been thinking of saying it for a awhile, but hadn’t had the nerve to.

Regulus looks over at him, wide eyed. James ran a hand through his mussed hair, looking endearingly nervous.

Regulus grins, all teeth, and James returns it. “I would love that.”

#jegulus #jegulus au #jegulus oneshot #jegulus halloween vibes #i love them so much :D #gonna die :D #dad james #starchaser #sunseeker #james x regulus #swampy writes #fic: regulus black’s guide to face painting and falling in love

[bloomandbutterbakery]

#cakes #tiered #red #blue #kids #media #paw patrol #dogs #edible image #animals

[glitterberryshortcake]

🦄 ✨ Here's an introduction of my OCs and the F/O's that I ship them with!!! :D ✨ 🦄

💗🌈 🩷 Name: Rainbow Vivre Age: 22 Species: Human Vallonica "Vallea" Glyssen, also known as "Rainbow Vivre", is very sweet, outgoing, and can sometimes be a little air-headed. She has a looooot of boyfriends. I can't list every boyfriend she has because it would be a very long list, so I'll just list two of them. Mr. Paulson (Teamo Supremo), and Mr. Tinkerton (The Legend of Frosty the Snowman). 💗 🌈🩷

✨ 💜 🩵 Name: Desiree Hills Age: 25 Species: Human Desiree Hills is optimistic and sweet. It's very easy for her to sympathize/empathize with others. She's very rich and lives in a pink Barbie-style mansion. She owns a white Yorkshire Terrier named Daisy. Her boyfriend is Sarge Snorkel (Beetle Bailey). 🩵 💜 ✨

❤️ 🖤 ✨ Name: Nataly Vaclavik Age: 2160 (demon years) 36 (human years) Species: Demon Nataly Vaclavik loves to commit crimes on the regular (such as robbing banks, shoplifting, and other typical bad guy-ish stuff) She also has a fascination with weapons. She has a sweet tooth and loves red velvet cake and chocolates. Her boyfriend is Principal Pankley (The Legend of Frosty the Snowman). ✨ 🖤 ❤️

🩷 💚 🍓 Name: Ichigo Age: Ageless Physical and mental age: 24 Species: Robot Ichigo is ditzy and super kind. She’s also pretty sensitive. Also, she knows when to be serious. She can speak in both Japanese and English. Her boyfriend is Percy Polie (Rolie Polie Olie). 💚 🩷 🍓

🌸 🩷 🌼 Name: Harmony Hoffman Age: 24 Species: Human Harmony Hoffman is very shy. She's a botanist/phytologist. She loves flowers and her favorites are roses, sunflowers, tulips, marigolds, and daisies. Her boyfriend is Cap'n Turbot (Paw Patrol). 🌸 🩷 🌼

💜 🩷 🎶 Name: Setsuko Senritsu Age: 22 Species: Human Setsuko Senritsu is a character from the video game called “Happy Hyper Dance!” or “ハッピーハイパーダンス！” (Basically, it’s a fictional/nonexistent game I came up with that is similar to Dance Dance Revolution). She's super bubbly and energetic. Her boyfriend is Surge Protector (Wreck-It Ralph). 🩷 💜 🎵

💛 💜 🦋 Name: Melinda Grace Age: 21 Species: Butterfly Melinda Grace is very smart, although scatterbrained. She loves fashion, cooking, and reading. Her favorite things to cook are sweets, especially frosted cookies. Her favorite book genres are romance, comedy, and fantasy. Her boyfriend is Adam Flayman (Bee Movie). 💜 💛 🦋

🩵 🎸 🩷 Name: Abigill Eauston Age: 22 Species: Axolotl Abigill Eauston has an interest in music and has a huge collection of musical instruments. Her favorite musical instrument is the electric guitar. Her boyfriend is Mr. Baldwin (Fish Hooks). (Fun fact: Abigill's name is a pun on the name "Abigail" and the word "gill"). 🩵 🎸 🩷

❤️ 🩷 🍎 Name: Loretta Reid Age: 26 Species: Human Loretta Reid is a Kindergarten teacher and loves working with and teaching kids. Her students call her Miss Reid. She's been teaching for four years. She's very sweet, caring, sympathetic/empathetic, and fun. Her boyfriend is the Teacher/Sensei/Mr. S (Doraemon). 🩷 ❤️ 🍎

Name: Sparklemary Age: 1400 (fairy years) 24 (human years) Species: Fairy Sparklemary loves jewelry, fashion, flowers and candy. She's bubbly, sweet, elegant, and can be silly at times. She loves collecting minerals/gems/crystals and flowers to make jewelry out of! Her boyfriend is Head Pixie (The Fairly Oddparents).

#oc #original character #selfshipping #selfship #self ship #self shipping #oc intro #oc introduction #art #oc art

[starry-hughes]

Elias loves the cake and card Daisy made for him. She also FaceTimed Quinn so she could tell Elias happy birthday.

the team got back late last night and they went out for breakfast for his birthday and daisy was able to give him the card

“p!” she said happily as quinn got her out of her coat when they entered the restaurant and she was running over to him. “hi daisy.”

elias doesn’t give off the energy of being a godparent so when he’s suddenly putty in daisy’s hands it always shocks people. he shares his french toast with daisy and his orange juice.

she excitedly gives him the card and the cake and he thanks her and they take a couple of pictures together. elias comes over to the house afterwards and daisy spends the whole day just wanting to play with her uncle petey and bringing him toys, they talk about christmas and she shows him her favorite paw patrol episodes.

#daisy’s au!

[glittercakepuff]

#harristeeterbakery #cakedecorating #food #cake #birthday #decopac #paw patrol #firetruck #paw print #red #white #blue

[tabbycat-of-hatchetfield]

Hatchetfield is No Place For a Tabby Cat - ch 1

mandatory introduction chapter!

Tabatha Danehower rolled out of bed, or as far out of bed as she could mentally handle that Saturday, and slapped the snooze button on her alarm clock. She groaned: whichever one of her wonderful family members had decided to reset her alarm was going to be in for a world of hurt. She stumbled to her feet to address herself in the mirror. 

She was tall for her age, 5 '8, probably because her dad could have been an NBA star…but instead taught algebra to a bunch of snot-nosed sixth graders. Her eyes were about the same shade of brown as caramel that’s been sitting on the stove for too long. Her skin was pale, with some weird red blotchy bits left over from sitting in the sun for too long (that’s what happens when you burn like a fucking vampire). Her blonde hair was tied down into two braids; she hadn’t even bothered undoing them before bed. Still, she forced a smile. For the first Saturday in ages, Tabby went downstairs before 8:00 o’clock.

She was surprised to see the rest of the family was already awake. Her mother was sitting at the dining room table with a mug of hot tea and a piece of toast with jam. Her father sipped coffee, leaning against the cabinets in his brightly-colored pajama bottoms and Star Trek t-shirt. Her little brother, Levi, was sitting in the family room on his bean bag chair, eyes fixed on Paw Patrol on the TV. 

Tabby yawned and sat down across from her mother, helping herself to a pear from the fruit bowl on the table. 

“My, my! Someone’s up early!” Her mother commented, flicking a finger at her daughter. “You look like you were hit by an 18-wheeler, dear! Look at that hair…I told you to take out the braids before you went to bed, but did you listen? No.”  Mrs. Danehower made a sharp little tsk tsk noise, taking a dainty sip of her tea. 

Tabby rolled her eyes and shot a glare at her mother. “Maybe if you let me cut my hair we wouldn’t have this issue.” 

“But you love your long hair!” Her mother seemed taken aback. 

“Correction, you love my long hair. I love not having to suffer every time I have to comb this fucking mess.”

“Tabatha! Language!”

“Oh, forgive me. I love not having to comb my diddly darn frickity frackity pancake-flippin’ hair.” 

Tabby took another massive bite out of the pear, tossing the core into the trash can on her way to the living room. Once there, she flopped over on the sofa, kicking her legs up. Levi glanced up at her. 

“Good morning!” He chirped, and Tabby couldn’t help but smile. This kid was the one constant in her life: from the moment her little brother was born, the two had been practically tied at the hip. 

“Morning, stinker.” She teased, ruffling his hair. “Sleep well?” 

“I dreamed I was a dinosaur.”

“Me too bud. Me too.” 

Saturday morning crawled on. By the time it was 9:00, Tabby and Levi had already built a blanket fort, complete with one of their mother’s duvets for a “rug” inside the hideaway. Tabby had just returned from upstairs, heaps of plushies in her arms, when she felt a bump against her leg.

“Oh, you’re finally awake.” She leaned over the pile of stuffed animals to see a real, non-stuffed animal weaving between her legs. “You little shit, Raisin.” 

Raisin was Tabby’s pride and joy–she had always been a cat person, but she had shown signs of cat allergies since Kindergarten. Her dad, being one to enjoy the strange and unusual had hence, about a year ago, showed up with a box containing what appeared to be a small, hairless rodent of some sort. Her mother had shrieked, Levi had started laughing his ass off, but Tabby knew what it was instantly.

So now, there was a wrinkly-faced, pink-skinned, hairless feline monster prowling the Danehowers’ apartment, and there was nothing they could do about it. He went by the name of Raisin, but real servants to the hairless god knew his full moniker of Sir Oatmeal-Raisin Cookie Cake the Fourth. His hobbies included licking the butter out of the butter dish, laying on the stairs so people trip over him going down, and antagonizing the neighbor’s dog by meowing loudly at the shared wall. 

At least he didn’t shed. 

At this moment, Raisin seemed to be in a mellow mood, so Tabby wasn’t too worried about his antics. She returned to their fort (the artfully named Forty McFortface) and deposited her weight in plush bunnies, cats, and one alligator named Kevin. 

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[rawmeknockout]

If the master pleases, Dinobot and human reader getting frisky, maybe heavy making-out and getting all handsy n stuff, that would be nirvana n I could die peacefully tysm

It's unfortunate that his is how patrol always ends for you two, hidden away off the well-worn trail. Unfortunate for the Maximals, who are counting on you to be aware of potential threats around the perimeter, because you can't stop yourself from crawling into your conjunx's lap. Dinobot nips at your bottom lip, clawed servos nearly ripping through the thin layers of your dirt-caked clothes, his denta so sharp they could break skin with the barest pressure. Your arms are twined about his neck, fleshy little paws pulling at his backplates with desperation. His clever glossa is heavy in your mouth, slick against your soft tongue and gracing your senses with the taste of steel and iron.

It's just for a moment, just so you can have a reprieve from the beating, blazing sun and the noise of the Maximals base. You can hardly ever get a moment alone to slide your hands over Dinobot's chassis, to feel the hum of his life under your fingertips, to have his lips muffling wanton moans into your skin. You render such a well-spoken mech speechless, actions speaking for him in the insect-humming quiet. His scarred servos slide over the gentle slopes of your organic body, sensors taking in all the familiar curves of your flesh spread tight over bone. So delicate and yet so sturdy, adaptable yet solid. He didn't think himself capable of finding anything to admire in such a small flesh creature, but time and love has changed him irreversibly.

Your lips leave his wanting when you pull away, flippancy and lust written all over your face. Dinobot should find it shameful and contemptuous, but he's so captivated he couldn't loathe it if he tried.

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