hey!! do you think you could do something for puppy!reader with howling or you know when dogs howl after ambulances/police sirens? 🩷
You and Wanda were at Natasha’s place having a snuggle on the couch when an ambulance rushed past the house. Immediately, you sat up, alert and itching to howl along with the siren when Wanda shot you a disapproving look.
“Puppy,” she warned. “What did I say about barking. We gotta be quiet. Natty is trying to sleep.”
“But mamaaaaa,” you whine, putting your paws and chin on her stomach and looking up at her with pleading eyes.
“No,” she insisted, not giving into your pleading stare.
But when another ambulance rushed by, you couldn’t help it. You let out a tiny, short howl that was immediately shushed by Wanda.
“Puppy!” She snapped in a whispered voice. “Cut it out.”
You frowned and kneaded her stomach with your paws, anxiously fidgeting. It made you restless, to hear sounds at that frequency, like you had an itch you weren’t allowed to scratch. It felt like your bones were dancing around in your body, even when you weren’t moving, and the only way to make it stop was with a big howl.
Just when Wanda thought you might calm down, a final emergency vehicle, this time a fire truck, drove past. You couldn’t help it. You hopped up off Wanda’s lap, throwing your head back and howling just like the fire truck.
After your third howl, you were snatched up from behind, jolting you back into silence.
Natasha held you up under your armpits, looking exhausted. “Oh good,” she said dryly. “I always wanted my own firetruck alarm. In my living room. While I’m trying to sleep.”
You chewed the inside of your cheek, sheepishly tucking your tail between your legs and avoiding her eyes. “I’m sorry, Natty. It’s just when I hear the noises like that, they make my body all itchy. And mama told me not to howl, but I couldn’t hold it inside.”
Natasha sat down on the couch, pulling you towards her to lay on her chest and resting her head on Wanda’s lap. “As punishment I sentence you to be my blanket.”
You scowled and yipped, jealously watching as your mama played with her hair. She grabbed a throw blanket and pulled it over both of you, yawning and tucking you under her arms.
Her yawning made you yawn too. You tried to struggle out of her grip so you could crawl back into Wanda’s lap, but, even half-asleep, her grip was too strong. You were stuck.
“I don’t wanna be your blanket! I wanna be mama’s puppy!” You protested, continuing to squirm.
“Mmm,” Natasha hummed. “Then you shouldn’t have gotten me out of bed. You can be mama’s puppy again later.”
You wanted to throw a fit, but the couch and Natty and the blanket were all so warm and cozy. And struggling made you so very tired.
Clearly, they’d left you with no choice but to fall asleep.
