#hungry pug

[teahupooandgimli]

My poor boy had 8 teefs removed and had an abscess. He's recovering well and is absolutely famished today.

[chubsadventurepug]

Somebody ate a whole bagel. They shared none of the bagel. 

[maximusaureliuspugladiator]

“I’m contemplating all my Saturday activities I’m doing again, tomorrow.” 🍗😋🍕 -Max #max #pug #dog #think #active #saturday #saturdayvibes #motivation #eat #hungry #food #foodie #foodporn #foodlover #eatallday #eatallnight #zen #dogsofinstagram #dogs #pugs #doglover #love #eatclean #loveyoutothemoonandback 🍔 https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci6HDO3vDFe/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[roosterbruiser]

A blurb about Jake with an introverted SO who surprises him with lingerie. Jake teases her, but is super feral!

𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤-𝐮𝐩 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤

𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞

Jake has always been more outgoing than you. It's part of the reason you're together: you were the shy girl at The Hard Deck just trying to survive a night of socialization with her friends and he was the life of the party that was beating everyone in darts. And for some reason, as soon as he saw you meekly standing in the corner nursing a lukewarm beer, he decided to set his sights on you.

It happened easier than you thought it would, honestly. He charmed you from the get-go, seemingly understanding right away that what you wanted was a breather. That night, after buying you and your friends drinks (a swoon-worthy Southern gentleman) and indulging in some friendly games of darts, Jake had asked if you wanted to take a walk down the shoreline.

He was enamored with you from the get-go. Even just the way your cheeks flooded with warmth when he asked and that little pathetic excuse for a nod made his heart race. And once he got you comfortable enough to have a conversation--ones where you laughed that big, throaty laugh and ranted about the importance of the Oxford comma--he knew he was done for.

Honestly, when you first saw Jake, you were certain that he was not the settling down type. And honestly, he didn't think he was either. But then he felt himself yearning for your touch first thing in the morning, before he even opened his eyes. He was thinking about you all day--Hell, he sent you so many songs and instagram memes that you'd have eons of notifications to check. He'd always just say reminded me of you or simply you lol.

Things were just easy between the two of you. Three (perfect) dates in and you were officially a couple. After a year together, he asked you to move in with him. A year after that, the two of you adopted the most pitiful pug in the pound. And now you have settled into a most ardent domesticity.

You're sitting on the kitchen counter now, waiting for him to come back from the gym. It should be any minute now, really, and you hope so because with every passing second that you sit on this marble countertop in this piece of clothing that hardly passes as clothing at all--you're losing your nerve. You've never worn lingerie for anyone before, but Jake isn't just anyone. He's your Jake. He's the only man in the world that could sway you to slip yourself into a mess of strap and lace.

Honestly, you're not even sure you have it on right. There were so many straps and moving parts and you didn't know how much was too much and the lady at the store wasn't here earlier to help adjust you. But when you looked in the mirror, when you saw all the hills and valleys of your body, you were taken back slightly. You looked good--not even just good. Sexy. You looked sexy.

But you're losing your nerve because you're worried he'll be too tired when he gets back from the gym. That and he'll want to take a shower. Maybe he'll even be hungry and you're sitting your almost-bare ass on the counter and, really, he makes sandwiches here so maybe he's gonna be pissed--

"Well, well, well," Jake's voice is suddenly echoing in the kitchen. "And what do we have here? If it ain't my little angel herself."

It startles you enough to jump and clutch your near-naked chest. He's standing in the doorway, dressed in athletic shorts and his running shoes, and he's positively dripping sweat. It's matting his hair and casting a sheen across his smooth skin. His chest is still heaving--probably because he likes to run on the treadmill to cool down, the fucking weirdo--and there is something wild in his eyes.

"Shit," you whispered sheepishly, straightening your spine and awkwardly poking your cleavage out towards him. "Didn't hear you come in."

Jake is all grins, eyes not-so-subtly raking across your seated form. He nods to your pug, who's resting stupidly peacefully on his dog bed without a care in the world.

"Maybe we need a better guard dog," Jake laughs.

You pout, shoulders deflating as your cheeks flood. You cross your arms over your chest, blowing a piece of teased hair from your eyes with a humph.

"I was supposed to be waiting for you. I had a line and everything."

There's a teasing dazzle in his eye when he quips back at you. "Want me to walk in again, angel?"

You shake your head, frowning.

"Won't be the same," you breathe.

He's taking a few steps closer to you, eyes lingering on the sinful line of cleavage that's just begging for his tongue to outline. But you're being sore about the whole ordeal, your vision of sexiness and allure shattered by being so lost in your own thoughts that you missed your cue.

"C'mon," Jake tries. "Tell me the line."

You're embarrassed now.

He stands between your legs, eyelashes fluttering slightly when he catches a whiff of that perfume you've doused yourself in; he bought it for you on your second anniversary and you wear it on special (and sexy) occasions. Nonetheless, he lets his hands come to rest on your thighs--they're soft and warm beneath his calloused hands. But dammit if you don't grow wet at just the feel of those fingers, at just the closeness between the two of you right now. He smells like he's been working hard--not outwardly bad, but odorous. You love it, frankly, and it's something he chides you for. And right now, as his thumbs rub little circles in the meat of your thighs, you're downright dizzy from being in such close proximity to him.

"Well--well, I was gonna be waiting in the kitchen, right?"

His hands are inching up, up, up your thighs. Delicately, he swipes his index fingers along the flowered edge of your lace. You shiver--God, does he know how to tease you.

"Accomplished," he teases, a bead of sweat rolling off his forehead and onto your knee as he leans forward to press a careful kiss to your nose. "Go on."

Now he's holding the bend of your hips, kissing a sweet line down your throat and trying not to moan at just the feeling of your skin beneath his lips. He hasn't shaved today, so his face is scratching you just right--it's tingling your fingers and toes, drawing heat to your core.

After another moment, as he's kissing your shoulders and carefully nipping at the complicated strap situation there, you swallow hard and push forward.

"Don't make me say it," you breathe, wrapping your arms around his neck and curling your fingers in the damp hair at the base of his neck. "It's stupid, baby."

Jake laughs softly, sucking a bruise on your collarbone, digging his thumbs into your hips.

"You can do it, baby," he whispers, hot breath fanning out over your goosed skin. "Do it for me--say it."

You're overwhelmed, so turned on that your mind is practically swimming in a pool of something thick and viscous. He's consuming you already and he's hardly even touched you.

"Iwasgonnaaskifyou'reintofitnessandthensayfitnesspussyinyourmouth," you usher out before you lose your nerve.

He freezes, processing everything you just said. His hands were just beginning to rise to the swell of your breasts, he was just beginning to grind his hard cock against the countertop in a desperate grab for friction, but now he's laughing.

And if anyone else were to laugh at you, you'd have been mortified. Hell, you'd be gone before they could even tone it down and wipe the tears from their cheeks. But it's Jake--he loves you. Hell, he adores you. And you get the distinct sense that he's not so much laughing at you than at your line interpretation.

His grinning face is pressed into your cleavage as he laughs and before you know it, laughter is bubbling up from your throat too.

"Oh, fuck, angel," he grins, pressing open-mouth kisses to your breasts. "I love you so much. You're my fuckin' dream girl."

You grin--entirely dithered.

"Is that why my legs are so tired?" You ask, biting your lip hard.

He raises his eyebrow at you, searching your face. The realization of what's coming next dawns on him and he shakes his head, eyes widening.

"Don't--!"

"--Cause I've been running through your dreams all night?"

He wrinkles his nose at you, but you're already doing a little victory dance, kissing his parted lips as he looks down at you in something between shock and utter surprise.

"Did you Google, like, the shittiest pickup lines and just run with it?"

You laugh again, shrugging.

"More or less," you say.

He sighs in content, nipping at your collarbone again. You gasp and he keens, coming up to just ghost his fingers over your hardened nipples.

Fuck--you love this softness. The way you two are able to seamlessly go between fits of laughter and raunchy sex is something you've never even come close to with anyone else.

"Want another?" You ask breathlessly.

He nods fervently against you, grinning into your sloppy kisses ad you hold his cheeks.

"So bad, angel," he moans.

You moan outwardly when he slips his fingers beneath the lace and pulls it down far enough to take your nipple in his warm mouth, carelessly stretching the lace as he wedges his hand into the other cup to pinch softly.

"I hope you're into yoga," you start breathlessly as he continues his ruthless assault on your sensitive buds, "cause--ah, baby--you're gonna get a good stretch tonight."

"That doesn't even make sense," he mutters against you, nipple still in his mouth as you thread your fingers through his locks and pull softly. "I'm the guy."

"Fuck, I don't know," you whimper, moving your hips towards him and settling your fingers in the waistband of his shorts. "Too wet to think straight."

"Then let's slide 'n' slide to the bedroom," he says.

You two promptly break out in laughter--tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, mouths wide open, chests aching. But then it resumes right after that, like it always does, when his hands come down over your ass to pull you to him.

here is my tag list!!

𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬! 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲, 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐛!

if you liked this, consider checking out my Jake x You story!

[noyzinerd]

Derek: Hello? *noticing the faint blue glow under the bed*

Derek: *crouching down to look under the bed* Hey, so it's been almost 3 days. I wanted to check in to see how you were doing. Oh, and the pack wanted to know if you found anything on the-

The cryptid curled around a laptop under the bed, in a pile of blankets, eating coffee grounds with a spoon: *HISSES*

Derek: Ok, ok! Take your time! I brought you a grilled cheese in case you got hungry. I'm just going to leave it out here by the bed-JESUS! *narrowly misses the shadow darting out to pull the plate into the darkness*

Creature: *ravenous devouring*

Derek: Alright, I'm gonna go get you something to wash that down with real quick. Let me know if you need anything else.

Creature: *content pug grumbles and happy raccoon chitters*

Derek: Love you too, Stiles.

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

What are the characters favorite/least favorite food.

I'm sure they aren't picky after being starved for 10 years, but I'm sure that Angel said it was okay to dislike something

Oof, it's about time I answered this!

Poppy loves desserts, but brownies and cakes are her favorites. She detests dragon fruit – so pretty, and it tastes like that? Horrendous!

Huggy has a hard time eating salads in general thanks to his teeth and poor control over his movements. Loves gummy bears, though! They're SUPER squishy and nice to munch on.

Kissy doesn't like eating meat or anything crunchy, as it reminds her too much of what she had to eat at Playtime Co. She however loves soups since the day Angel first made one, which was two nights after the rescue!

Mommy Long Legs loves spicy food. She's tearing up and her mouth feels like burning but she WILL keep on eating whatever spicy food there is until it's all over. Also really likes pumpkins! But please don't let her even near beets. She thinks it tastes like dirt. Also doesn't like overly sweet things.

DogDay, unlike MLL, has a huge sweet tooth and can and WILL eat anything sweet he gets his hands on. He likes chocolate the most! Hates having to eat anything spicy, as well as fried foods because his hands always feel icky afterwards.

CatNap takes a long time before he finds any preferences, because to him food is food, but he does love sushi and fish in general. He avoids eating anything that isn't dry and he can hold in his hands at first because he can't move his hands very well, but after some months of training he stops avoiding. Has no food he refuses to eat or dislikes.

Picky Piggy goes vegan. She can't even smell meat for the first few months without risking a panic attack! Loves anything that has potatoes in it though, it's always a 10/10 to her.

Bubba loves curry. He doesn't know why, but it sure makes him happy! Hates beans in general, though, because he always eats them on groups of 4 and he has to make some mental math in order to see if he should add more or not.

Kickin likes pastel. Angel managed to make some and told him it's a brazilian food. Kickin fell in love and can't get enough of it. Also really likes sushi! Hates spicy food and plates that are just green. Spicy because of sensory overload, green because he likes more variety.

Craftycorn LOVES pie, it's the best food ever to her. Hates anything that takes too much work for her to chew or cut because it reminds her a bit of how things were back at the factory.

Bobby Bearhug loves bacon and eggs. And just eggs in general. Also salad. salad with eggs added is something she adores, girl can't get enough. Just please don't ask her to eat fish, she hates those!

Hoppy loves corn and burguers in general. She's stimming everytime she has the opportunity to do so. Hates soup though.

Miss Delight avoids meat in general, but doesn't refuse to eat it. She loves jelly though! She thinks it looks and tastes SO good, she's stimming every time she can eat one, much like how Hoppy is with her food.

Boxy Boo still likes meat, but is horrified at the things Picky makes that LOOK like meat but AREN'T. He feels like a fool, staring at her in disbelief while Hoppy is laughing her ass off.

Bunzo Bunny isn't allowed to be alone near corn or candy anymore because he can and will eat even if not hungry. Ironically doesn't like carrots at all.

PJ Pug-a-Pillar loves cooked veggies and is often following Picky around when she's cooking. He doesn't like chocolate, though.

Angel loves cooked veggies and pasta. They're used to making them because it was easy to do and super tasty, but after becoming a parent it's just comfort instead of "I have no energy to do more" food. Also hates dragon fruit, same reasons as Poppy.

Prototype, like Bubba, LOVES curry. Doesn't have a least favorite food though!

[pomporri]

so hungry rn @pug-png for their farmer Lou 🩷

[gingerjolover]

Lasagna - Phoebe Bridgers x fem!Reader

Sypnosis: Phoebe's had a long day at the studio and her gf knows exactly what to do when she needs comfort.

G's notes: look i don't know if pheebs likes lasagna but... that's what i had for dinner and that's what her gf makes her...okay? also anon that requested i hope u like it<;3 also unedited

WC: somewhere around 800 words (short king!)

Warnings: RPF, fluffy fluff, no fundamental physical descriptors?

Your neck and chest are breaking a sweat, but there’s very little that would move your sweet black pug from where she’s sleeping on your chest. Maxine’s small body is across your shoulder, her face in your neck, tongue hanging out as she snores softly. Your hand rubs her soft back, absentmindedly watching TV. Your day off went by too quickly; errands, a vet visit, a manicure, and an experimental dinner recipe later and you can finally relax. The only thing that would make this better would be your girlfriend…

“Hi,” Phoebe grumbles when she walks in. Immediately, your skin prickles, and she looks exhausted. Her hair is messy, her eyes puffy, lips in a subtle frown. She huffs while she puts her bag down, toeing off her shoes before instantly walking over to you, rubbing her eyes. 

“Hi sweet girl…long day?” you murmur, letting out an oof as Phoebe plops her head on your stomach, your hand going to her hair. She nods, nuzzling your t-shirt, kissing Maxine’s leg before Maxine excitedly hops up, stepping on your collarbone. “Ow, Maxi” you mumble, tapping the pug’s butt. 

“Careful with mama,” Phoebe mumbles sweetly. You adjust your legs, allowing Phoebe to crawl into the deep couch with you, head on your chest. 

“Lucy and Jules arent coming over?” you ask, threading your fingers through your girlfriend's hair. She shakes her head, pulling Maxine closer before her lips find purchase on your chin and jaw. “Needed a break,” she mumbles, kissing your neck. 

“Mhm,” you hum, allowing her to nuzzle into you, your hand rubbing her upper back. She moans softly, allowing you to work out the kinks in her neck. 

“I love writing and I love them I’m just… tired,” she says, moving her head so she can hear your heartbeat, matching her breathing to yours. 

“S’okay to be tired, you’ve been working hard,” you smile, your finger running down the bridge of her nose and poking her cheek. 

“Not as hard as you,” Phoebe smiles, kissing your cheek. She’s almost too aware of how much you do around the house dispute working a non-industry job like herself. She stares at you in admiration, wondering how she got so lucky to have you. 

“Are you hungry?” you ask softly, pushing the hair out of Phoebe’s eyes. She smiles and shrugs her shoulders animately. You giggle, tapping her butt, “Why don’t you go shower while I plate up dinner…hm?” you suggest. 

“Okay,” she whispers, pressing a firm kiss to your lips, sitting up gently so as not to push on you while you’re under her. 

She kisses Maxine’s head, setting her back down on your stomach before kissing you again, a little longer this time, she’s breathing against your lips, humming slightly. She pulls away, cheeks flushed as she makes her way to the bathroom to shower. 

You know she’s craving comfort, so you jump into action. You put her favorite pajamas in the dryer to warm up, fill up her favorite water bottle, turn on the fairy lights, get some fuzzy blankets and the big throw pillows, and make the couch comfy so you both can sink into it. You turn on the show you're watching together and light some candles before dishing up dinner. 

“Pheebs? Your pajamas are in the dryer,” you yell out when you hear the shower turn off. “Thanks babe,” she responds, voice muffled by the bathroom door. 

When Phoebe comes down, warm and cozy from her shower, her eyes start to water seeing how you set up the living room. 

“Dude… it looks like Pinterest threw up in here, I love it…thanks baby,” she says laughing, wiping her eyes as she sits down on the floor, back against the couch. 

You giggle, blushing as you can feel her appreciation, her tired eyes looking at you in adoration. “Here,” you say, holding out a plate of her favorite dinner, albeit a new recipe, but she looks like she could start crying, staring at you like you’ve handed her the moon. 

“What?” you ask, sitting next to her on the floor, staring at your girlfriend with humorous eyes. She puts her plate on the coffee table and kisses you passionately, her hands on your cheeks. “Babe!” you mumble in surprise, putting your plate down before your hand goes to the floor next to her leg, steadying yourself so she can kiss you deeply. She pulls away, out of breath, pecking your lips repeatedly, “Thank you…I’m so happy after any day I get to come home to you,” she admits, her tone thick with emotion.

Before you can respond, Maxine barks, twirling in a circle. “C’mere Maxi,” Phoebe murmurs, grabbing the pug in her arms and kissing her head. You giggle, watching your girlfriend with loving eyes, happy to comfort her after a draining day.

[thedeleteduser]

Episode Ideas for a Hypothetical ‘Poppy Playtime’ Cartoon TV Show!

(Please keep in mind that this is all for fun, and if you don’t like it, then be respectful and simply ignore it).

Mini but Many: Huggy Wuggy is put under the responsibility of taking care of his little cousins, named the Mini-Huggies, who keep causing trouble for the poor hugster.

Every Dog Has His Day: Dogday has a nice relaxing day at the beach with the rest of the Smiling Critters, but a pesky storm keeps getting in the way.

Mommy Knows Best: Mommy Long Legs tries to teach Baby Long Legs how to stretch his arms and legs, as wacky hijinks ensure.

The Very Hungry Pug-a-pillar: The classic story of The Very Hungry Caterpillar, with a twist featuring the lovable PJ Pug-a-pillar.

Bunzo’s Birthday Blowout: Bunzo’s birthday is today, and this time Huggy and friends are the ones to surprise him!

Candy Catastrophe: Candy Cat participates in a candy-eating competition, but a sugar crash may get her in the end.

(If you guys like these, then I’ll keep making more in the future!)

[corneliathegreat]

Stomach's n life presents: ☕ Hungry on the clock!

• ○JN●

• GrrrOOOalll~!

• Jen sighed. Her stomach is still growling. And it was all Cooper's fault. He was pulling on her hair all night, making her wake up late and rush out. She loved her dog to death, but sometimes he can make her so mad.

• GrrrRRRggg...!

• Man, she hates being hungry. (She hates anything that has to with the organ) You feel weird. You get cranky. And your insides makes weird noises. Jen sighed. She could order out, but the thought of something oily for breakfast made her stomach turn.

• Not a pastry either, that would drain her before the day even got started. Maybe, she could head home and make something real quick. French toast would really hit the spot...

• URRRGGG~!

• Shocked, the CEO hugged her middle. It still rumbled, but thankfully, lower this time. She sighed. As much as she did wanna head home, she couldn't. She had a meeting in 20.

• "Dammit..."

• She muttered. Darn her squishy faced pug, making her miss breakfast. It's completely throwing her off. There's always lunch, but... that's a 12. It's 9 now. She has secret stashes of candy, but that would make a terrible breakfast.

• "Ms. Coleman."

• She jumped and turned around. It was just Damian. (Her future successor)

• "Ah, Damian,"

• Jen straightened her self up.

• "I thought I told you to knock."

• He shrugged.

• "Must of forgotten."

• She snickered. Cheeky brat.

• "Anyway, brought some forms you need to sign."

• Of course. A manager can never stay still. As her protege fumbled to get the papers, she was reminded of the emptiness inside her. Her stomach rumbled lowly, bringing back up the subject of breakfast.

• Grrrrr...

• Jen mentally shushed it. It would be SO embarrassing if Damian heard her stomach talking. He'd ask if she was eating enough. Just like her mom! She cleared her throat.

• "Dami-"

• "Did you know Mr. Seal finally got help for his indigestion?"

• Wait? Seal had indigestion? Is that why he used a bunch of his vacation days? He doesn't hate her!? ...Not that she cares or anything.

• "That's interesting."

• She mumbled. Damien beamed.

• "And he treated me to steak yesterday!"

• Annnd the conversation conveniently went to food. Crap.

• "You should been there of been there!"

• "The meat was sooo tender and juicy! And the sides-"

• And, like the foodie he is, he's giving her the run down of his meal yesterday. Of course. Normally, she loves to hear his food rambles, it's help her get work done. But now, it's just angering her stomach. Grumbles riled up inside her, making her worry the sound might escape. If she could just get rid of the boy.

• "And the mac and cheese was absolutely beautiful."

• "It was all cheesy and gooey,"

• Her stomach clenched, grumbling at the thought.

• Rrrrgglll...!

• She shot up from her seat and cleared her throat loudly.

• "Damien,"

• "Can you grab Adam for me?"

• He blinked.

• "Uh, okay."

• He turned on his heels and walked out. The CEO sighed. That was close. Darn her protege and his delicious descriptions of food. Once again, her belly squirmed against her pencil skirt.

• Grrrrglll...rrrrlll~!

• She sighed deeply, as growls filled the room. The moment the meeting is finished, she's getting a croissant sandwich from the gas station. Her stomach's gonna start cramping soon. (And get bubbly)

• GrrRRRrrr~!

• Hopefully, she'll be able to make it through the meeting.

• "So I'm guessing you're crabby cause you're hungry?"

• Adam said, as he walked beside his boss. Jen nodded with a grunt. He chuckled.

• "I told you,"

• "You should just let me dog sit Cooper."

• She scoffs. No way, he wouldn't give him back.

• "Just at night?"

• "No."

• As much as she doesn't wanna admit it, she's super paranoid when it comes to her pug is around other people. They're so many dog snatchers in the world. Who's to say Adam isn't secretly one.

• "Alright, fine. But I have some tips on making your dogs tired."

• She nodded and he opened the door for her. Time for the meeting.

• Rrrrummmblll~!

• Subtlety, she rubbed her stomach. This meeting was going BAD. The moment she walked in, she was hit with the sweet smell of brownies and donuts. Apparently, Bethany made this meeting a mini potluck and everybody brought a baked good. She would've grabbed something, but she didn't want her employees to see her eat....What? It's a rational insecurity.

• Anywho, she settled on a coffee. Little did she know it would make the situation a thousand times worse.

• GrrRRRrrrlll~! Grrrgg...

• It didn't just not quench her hunger. It made her stomach churn and gurgle. Making it known that she digesting the caffeinated beverage. Luckily, Otis (52 year old sales manager) talks pretty loud, so she's in the clear. ...For now.

• "Ms. Coleman."

• She jumped and looked over. It was Bethany.

• "Are you okay?"

• "You look kinda angry."

• Jen cleared her throat.

• "I'm fine, thanks for asking."

• That's one thing people always tell her. 'You look kinda angry' She usually isn't. She just frowns when she's focusing. And right now, she's focusing keeping her darn stomach quiet!

• "Alrighty, Colette. Your turn."

• Otis barked. Jen silently panicked as the pink haired employee walked to the front. You can still hear her, but her voice is still pretty soft.

• Her insides grumbled quietly, reminding her coffee wasn't enough. She can handle it though. It's only 20 minutes left. She'd just has to finally focus on the presentation. Suddenly, she was accosted by the chocolatey aroma of a brownie.

• The CEO twitched and looked around. It was Otis! Dang it, she forgot he likes to heat up chocolate stuff. And he has a stack of 'em... A prolonged growl shook inside her belly, threatening to come out. Her eyes flicked to the clock. 16 minutes left. She can handle it!

• 5 minutes later...

• Jen's guts were rebelling hard. Grumbling ever couple seconds, cramping at different times, and trying to add nausea. Like, what the hell! It's like it's going crazy because it's so little time left. She only had 11 minutes left.

• Suddenly, her stomach churned. The coffee move as well. A bubbly, growl squeezed out.

• GrrrRRR~!

• Her blood ran cold. She could feel it. A big one was coming! She checked her watch. 7 minutes. Come on, Colette! Her insides are gonna blow soon!

• "And finally, I'd like to thank Ms. Coleman,"

• The blonde said, sweetly.

• "For hearing us out and letting use this meeting room."

• Jen's stomach squelched, getting ready to interject.

• Urrrgg...

• She forced a smile. 5 minutes.

• "Does anyone have any have closing statements,"

• PLEASE, no one have any closing statements!

• Rrrrwlll...!

• Almost there!

• "Ms. Coleman?"

• She froze. All eyes were on her. She didn't know what to say. She was so busy with her with her empty bread basket, that she didn't pay attention. She cleared her throat.

• "Um,"

• Her stomach bubbled furiously under the skin. Crap, what was she gonna do?!

• Suddenly, the smoke alarm sounded. Nearly making everyone's ears bleed. The door opened.

• "Everyone clear out!"

• It was Seal! Wait...was there actually any fire? Everyone raced outta the room, including Jen. After it shut off, (cause it was "false" alarm) she felt exhausted. She's tired. She almost had a panic attack. And her ears hurt. A painful grumble emitted from her stomach.

• Grrrglll...!

• "Hungry?"

• She jumped and turned. Oh great, it's her handsome assistant. Seal. She wrapped her arms around her belly.

• "Don't worry, I didn't actually hear anything."

• "Adam told me"

• She covered her face, now feeling super embarrassed.

• ''And before you freak out, he just noticed your mannerism changed."

• "Oh."

• Silence settled in between the two. Ah! She has to say something before her stomach does. She cleared her throat.

• "So what do need, Montgomery?"

• (That's Seal's last name)

• He snickered.

• "To take you out."

• Jen blushed. She must've looked pissed because he changed his tune.

• "Just because you're hungry"

• "It's not a date or anything."

• She cursed in her head. Dang it, why didn't she just say yes? She wouldn't mind if it was a date

• "Okay then."

• She replied, trying to sound nonchalant. Seal smiled and took her hand.

• "I know the perfect steakhouse we can go to."

• Out of nowhere, her stomach snarled loudly.

• GRRRRRRRGGGG~!

• Glllll...!

• Jen quickly hugged her growling midsection.

• "Woah, girl,"

• Seal joked.

• "We're gonna eat soon."

I was originally supposed to post this before the Fall stress outs, but it's here and waiting! This one was fun and I'm glad I added a few other characters. (And Seal.) Hopefully they'll show up again.

(And I don't own these dividers.)

[your-nanas-house]

Hello! If you are still taking requests, my I please request of Hercule Poirot comforting fem!Reader after she loses her beloved pug? (I need some hugs.)

Aww darling, I hope you didn't lose your pug. I love pugs they are so cute 😭 and tiny. Your nana gives all the hugs you need, honey 🤗 (sorry it's pretty short, really just an imagine)

"I miss my Grumpy"

◇ Pairing: Hercule Poirot X Reader

◇ Warnings: platonic or romantic, fluff, sadness, death of a pug

◇ Summary: it's the anniversary of the death of your pug 'Grumpy' and you spend it with H. Poirot

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

Your gaze was lost as you looked at the tea that Poirot himself had promised to make, you weren't very hungry or even thirsty – just an immense desire to cry.

A sadness that Hercule could relate to, even though yours was because of the anniversary of death of your pug and for him it was of his lover.

That morning when he found you crying alone at the table he got worried and asked you what happened— ending sat at the table as well, his eyes on you and his hands busy passing your handkerchiefs upon handkerchiefs as he listened to the story of you and Grumpy till lunch time.

He didn't even realize that it was time to eat something, it was just because of the clock that started to ring, warning him of the time and his commissions of the day that he put aside to spend the day with you.

You both ended up eating together before sitting at the sofa of your living room, talking about your losts and your life— you snuggling on his side as he comforted you with soft strokes on your head and sweet words.

Taglist:

@gabile18 , @mrsfullbuster500 , @rex-ray , @elizamalfoyy, @eovjjj , @wife-of-magic-monkeys , @jeremiah-va1eska , @gothamchic16, @rabbiteggz , @dieg0brandos-wife , @rottenecstasy , @lazyexcuse , @teh-vampire-bunny , @lobotomy-lover , @slasher-smasher , @sleepycreativewriter

[teahupooandgimli]

Getting bullied into early dinner

[chubsadventurepug]

I am so angry. We are sitting on a deck in the warm sun, and somebody put food into a hot metal box. The box makes the food smell REALLY good, but you're not allowed to touch the box. So Angry.

[cryptids-of-spielzeit]

Purpureo Sub Caelo

Epilogue: Amare

(A Grinning Cat Story)

It was the morning after. Or, rather, the afternoon. The sun reached its peak, bathing the Cat in its light, awaking him from his slumber. It was one of the best he had in quite some time, despite his injuries. Of that matter, they strangely felt healed, no sort of pain coursed through Theo.

He felt where that thing slashed his chest. Sealed, no blood, no cut. In it's place, tightly knit thread, royal purple. He then noticed there was a rather big blanket covering him. This was getting weird.

"Meine güte, you're awake!"

A voice cried out, soft and caring in tone. And then he saw her. She was an old woman, oldest that Theo had ever seen. She walked over to him cautiously.

"Thank the stars you made it. I had not stitched in some time, I thought it would break almost immediately."

Theo was filled with both confusion and comfort. This woman just saw a giant cat bleeding profusely on the ground and just decided "let me help you"? Was she crazy?

"...you did a good job..."

She slightly jumped, staring Theo in the eyes before regaining her composure.

"Oh, you speak? That's wunderbar! If you speak then you must have a name, yes?"

Theo couldn't comprehend it. Was this lady insane? Anyone of sound mind and body would be properly frightened by him, at least that's what he thought. She was handling this situation like she had been used to things like him.

"...my name is Theodore, ma'am..."

"Oh, and so polite too! My name is Berta, dear. Now we know each other."

Her smile was so...so genuine, so heartfelt. This lady was cartoonishly kind. But this was probably what Theo needed. Something sickeningly sweet.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Berta. Thank you for healing me."

"Oh, please, don't worry about that, Herr Theodore. Did you enjoy your rest?"

"....Yes."

"That is splendid news!"

Berta walked over to some bushes. They were filled with a menagerie of berries and other fruits, as were the trees around them. Theo had stumbled upon Spielzeit's Fruit Basket, meaning he was incredibly close to town. He wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

As he watched Berta pick the berries, he noticed a long shape crawling just behind the bush. PJ Pug-a-pillar, one of the "Hybrids" of the Fruit Basket, was about to make a victim out of the old lady. Not on Theo's watch.

He sprang up and ran up to Berta. She couldn't see the hybrid from where she stood, but Theo could. PJ was frozen in fear, it seems he hadn't realized that the Prototype's right hand was out there with all of them. And with just a threat of his claws, still shining, PJ scurried off.

"Is something the matter, dear?"

"No. I just wanted to watch."

"Oh, that's just precious! Seems you're a bit too late though, little kätzchen, I've gotten all I need. I hope you like strawberries!"

Theo was taken aback. Was she picking those for him? Admittedly, he was a bit hungry.

"...I do like those."

"Prächtig! I'll send these over to Ms. Puntz, she can make a strawberry tart like there's no tomorrow! Come, I'll show you to my place, we can't have you out in the open all day now can we?"

Yep. This lady was crazy. But, regardless, a home is a home. It wasn't a very long walk, only about 4 minutes from the Basket. It was a lone cottage, disconnected by the town only by having no passageway. It was huge, too big for just 1 old lady. She had to have had family there.

"Go right in, make yourself comfortable. I'll be back within the hour with those tarts. Tata!"

And with that, she left. For an old lady, she had quite a bit of energy. It was like she never grew up. Being with her reminded Theo of the kids at Playcare, at least the ones who actually liked him. They had that energy, that spunk. He could hear their voices as clear as day.

"Catnap?"

"Catnap, is that you?"

"Mr. Theo?"

"Thank goodness you're alive!"

They weren't in his head.

(PURPUREO SUB CAELO: COMPLETE

NEXT STORY: CANDLES)

(EDIT AFTER DAY 1 BECAUSE I'M A DUMB DUMB: The idea for Old Lady Berta as a part of the story and as a character originated from @abugcalledtoken. I posted this at, like, 3 AM last night and forgot to give creds ;_;)

(BONUS: CATNAP DRAWING UNDER CUT! -JY)

(I don't really draw all that much, so apologies if it doesn't look all that good, but here's a doodle of how Catnap looks as of the end of this story! Will doodle more designs later ^^. Thank y'all for readin' :3. - JY)

[mejcinta]

Wake up, babe. New bastard rumor just dropped 🙄🙄🙄🤪🤪

Fire & Blood:

"Born in the waning days of 114 AC, the boy (Jacaerys) was a strapping lad, with brown hair, brown eyes, and a pug nose.

...Princess Rhaenyra had given birth to a second son late in the year 115 AC. Like his brother Jace, Luke had brown eyes and a healthy head of brown hair..."

Looks like people are just paranoid or attention hungry and saying anything.

[uschi-the-listener]

Miss Betty is a beggar.

It's not her fault; I taught her to do that. It's so hard to resist the big, brown Pug eyes when she sucks in her gut and lets me know how terribly, terribly hungry she is. I should have resisted. I should have taught her, instead, that she can never count on treats from this source.

But, the damage is done. She automatically wants what I'm having. Guiltily, I indulge her with a small piece.

She looks and sniffs, and rears back and gives me the side-eye. WTF?! What is this?! Dogs don't eat this! But I continue to hold it out to her, and eventually, she takes it, very politely, and wanders off somewhere with it. It's not a big apartment. She isn't gone long.

Hours pass. I go to work. I come home. I'm tired. I have a drink and go to bed, Miss Betty following close behind, Dogging my footsteps, like they do.

I pull down the covers in the welcome dark and start to fluff up my pillow... and find...

a dried up piece of food, carefully buried under one pillow and on top of another. A rejected treat, lovingly saved and donated by the Canine Treat Fairy.

I am less wildly grateful than one might assume.

We don't make eye contact while I politely save it for later disposal.

One does not lightly refuse a food donation from a small dog.

.