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nad-zeta · 4 years

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Hello! I adore all of your IkeVamp headcanons and thought I'd send in an ask. If all of the residents of the mansion were either super busy or out running errands for the day, what would MC do if she was tasked with taking care of all of their pets?

hi hi, love! 🦋❤☺Thanks a million for the request! I had so much fun writing this up!😄☺ Hehehe and thanks so much for the kind words❤🥰🦋 I'm super happy you have been enjoying them! 🌻☺😳❤So cause there are so many bois and I did't want this post to get too long, i decided to post it in three parts! 😏Hehehe so this is part 1 lol. Hope you enjoy this love! And I hope you have the best day☺🦋❤

Headcanon: MC taking care of the boys’ pets: feat Theo, Isaac, Napoleon and Jean

Theo

Theo had to travel for work with his brother to show some of Vincent’s brand new paintings

Except there was one big problem, who was going to watch his sweet little golden retriever

He loved the pup like his own child and just like any overprotective parent, he refused to leave his adorable doggo with someone he didn’t trust

He went down a mental list of the residents and eventually decided that you would be the best fit to care for his beloved King, while him and Vincent was away

He knocked on your door the night before they left.

And when you opened the door, your eyes widened in shock

Theo stood before you carrying from the dog’s bed to his favourite treats

He handed you a big binder filled with instructions to care for his beloved pup

You honestly couldn’t help but roll your eyes, and stuff the binder into the nearest drawer once he left

How hard could it be to take care of a dog

That morning you were abruptly woken up with a playful pup licking your face and nibbling your nose. He refused to let you have even five more minutes of rest as he pulled your blankie of your bed and ran through the hallways with it

When you finally managed to get dressed and ready, King was already waiting for you downstairs tail wagging as he bounced around your feet with his leash in his mouth

You decided to take a nice relaxing morning stroll with the dog, except it was anything but relaxing.

The second the leash latched onto kings collar it was as if the dog was walking you. He ran full speed at any critter he spotted, nearly pulling your arm from your socket multiple times.

You let him off the leash when you reached the dog park and within seconds the Golden retriever jumped into the pound and decided to chase after the ducks.

You sat on the park bench peacefully enjoying your first cup of coffee for the morning, when the ball of energy returned to your side and jumped up onto the park bench, shaking out his wet fur

Within seconds you were soaked

Finally, back at the mansion, you fed the little pup who seemed to have inhaled his food rather than eat it.

The pup followed you around as you worked, causing all sorts of trouble and mischief in his wake.

By the end of the day, you were utterly exhausted, you flopped down on your bed, and for the first time today the little dog was out of energy peacefully sleeping in his little bed.

Just then your bedroom door slammed open

Theo had just returned and was excited to see his lil baby

He ran up to the now awake and back to full energy dog and showered him in affection, as King licked his face in return

Theo seemed like a completely different person when it came to his dear dog

He gave you a head pat, “good hondjie, thanks for taking such good care of King.”

You watched Theo stride out of the room with King excitingly bouncing behind him

You made a vow that day never to watch the pup again, as the little creature was simply too energetic for you

Jean

Napoleon had for the first time in his life successfully convinced Jean to help him teach the children some self-defence fencing classes

Jean, of course, was slightly panicked as who was going to look after, and keep his cute tiger cub company

Napoleon scooped the cub in his arms at the mention of the dilemma and walked over to your room with Jean in tow

Before you even know it the former Emporer of France had dropped the cub into your lap and asked you to care for it for the day

You had no time to even ask questions or refuse, as before you knew it, the pair was gone

The little cub looked up at you with big blue curious eyes

Just like his owner the white tiger cub was rather calm and serene, opting to nap in the sun as you went about hanging up the laundry

Once you were done, you were shocked and panicked when you saw the spot the little creature was napping in was now empty

You looked around the garden and spotted him chasing butterflies

The second his little ears heard you approaching he changed direction and charged at you.

Knocking you off your feet as he playfully clawed at you

You spent the rest of the afternoon playing with the little thing out in the garden

At some point, the little cub got tired and nestled itself into your lap. He gave a few cute purrs as you stroked his fur and watched him sleep

Jean and Napoleon’s couldn’t help but smile at the sweet sight before them

You and the little tiger cuddle up together on the glass peacefully napping in the last rays of the summer sun

Napoleon

Napoleon needed to go to the town square and teach his class with Isaac

But he had one major problem, Jupiter

Jupiter, his pet eagle was feeling rather lonely and wanted to play with her owner

Napoleon looked around and spotted you doing some gardening

He looked down at you pleadingly and asked if you would keep Jupiter company while he was out for an hour or so

TBH you were rather intimidated by the large creature, but you couldn’t say no to Napoleon, especially when he was giving you those big puppy dog eyes.

He handed over his leather gloves to you and the second you put them on the bird hopped from his arm to yours

Your arm almost buckled at the unexpected weight of the majestic creature, and before you could change your mind, Napoleon was already getting in the carriage and heading to town

This was the first time that you had been up close and alone with the beautiful bird.

Usually, you would just watch Napoleon play with her from a safe distance

You looked at the eagle, and stroked her head, just like you had seen Napo do a thousand times before

Just then she flapped her wings and let out a sound pointing her head in the direction of a container filled with pieces of fish

You smiled as remembered how Napoleon would play and train the eagle, by throwing up food into the air, and watching her swoop in and catch it

The eagle eagerly hopped to the ground as she saw you picking up a piece of fish and readied herself to take flight

You threw it up into the air and watched as she soared above you to gracefully catch it.

Jupiter was in a showy mood and decided to show off by doing a few tricks in the sky

You spotted Theo’s tug of war rope and decided to throw it up into the air as well

Just then, Juniper caught it in the air with her foot and brought it back to you

You played fetch with the bird all afternoon, giving her affectionate head pats and some snacks every time she did a trick or brought back the rope

By the time Napoleon got back juniper had had her fill with company for the day and gently rubbed her head against your palm as a show of affection before making her way back to her nest for the night

Napoleon was slightly disappointed that he had missed out on all the fun

Isaac

Isaac had been asked by the university to attend and speak at an annual physics conference

Isaac was both nervous and excited about the news

He went home that night and excitingly told his little hedgehog all about the conference, even practising his speech in front of his prickly friend

Finally when his speech was perfect, and he was feeling well prepared, a realisation hit him

He would be home rather late leaving Harry alone for not only the whole day but a portion of the evening as well

He looked at his little friend who was now happily cuddled up and sleeping on his chest

He wondered if he could ask one of the mansion residents to keep his little hedgehog company while he was away

The next morning Isaac made his way to your room to ask your help, he considered you a close friend and TBH you were the only person, he would be able to entrust Harry to

You smiled as he handed the little hedgehog to you before he was headed off to the university.

Harry had spent the day sleeping in your hoodies pouch as you went about your daily duties

The little critter started waking up and becoming more active around late noon, which suited you perfectly as you were finally done with your tasks for the day

You spent the rest of the afternoon playing with the little critter

You could see why Isaac loved spending time with Harry, he was an absolute delight

The two of you played all sorts of little games together from soccer to obstacle courses. You couldn’t help but smile at how intelligent the little creature was

After a long afternoon of fun and games the two of you made your way to the dining room to pig out.

Harry had a little bowl of his favourite fruits while you had a delicious meal prepared by the best cook and butler in town

After both your tummies were full, the two of you went back to your room

You decided to do some light reading before bed. The second you got into your covers and pulled out your book the little hedgehog as running to your side to cuddle with you

He nestled to rest peacefully on your lap as you read

When it was finally time for bed you carefully picked up the lil hedgehog and placed him down on the pillow beside you

Unhappy with the new sleeping arrangement little Harry made his way to the crook of your neck where he gently nuzzled you and then fell asleep

Isaac walked into your room after a long day of lecturing to find his two dearest friends cuddled together in a peaceful sleep

Hope you enjoy this love! ❤😳🌻🦋 and i hope you are keeping safe and warm!

To be continued......

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jobean12-blog · 4 years

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Hi sweetheart. I saw the story you wrote for dear Orphey about the lisp and I wondered if I could request something sweet for my 9 year old daughter who has Down syndrome and receives a lot of name calling and bullying because she looks different. She adores Bucky, he really is her hero. We would be extremely happy with any plot, just something sweet I can read to her when she’s having bad days which seems to be a lot lately. Thank you very much and sending my love to you 💛🧡💛

Forever Friends

Pairing: Bucky x child reader (platonic)

Word Count: 938

Summary: Bucky and his dog, Winter make a new friend! (thank you Lacy @marvelgirl7 for letting me use that name for the dog, love it and you ❤)

Author’s Note: Dearest anon, thank you so very much for asking me to write this for your daughter. I really hope this is ok and she enjoys it. If not I will happlily fix it and re-write it, it’s no problem! I can take it a different way if you prefer. Also, if she doesn’t like dogs but prefers cats or no animal at all, I can fix that! You can message me anytime! I just want it to make her happy. I’m so very sorry that she has been having trouble with bullies. I will never understand it❤❤❤ Much love to you and your family always! ❤PS I understand that a child would not be just walking up to some stranger in the park, but this is fanfic and it’s Bucky. He’s an angel! 🥰Thank you all for reading and much love ❤❤ and special thank you to my dearest friend @sallycanwait68 for her unconditional support and guidance with this and everything! Love you!

Warnings: FLUFF!!!! Happy doggo’s! Bucky making a new friend :)

“I like your arm.” Bucky’s head snaps up. He was so lost in his book that he hadn’t even noticed the sweet young girl that was now standing next to him. “Hi,” he smiles wide, “and thank you!” Winter sits beside Bucky patiently waiting for the signal to say hello to her new friend. “This is my dog Winter; would you like to say hello?”

She tentatively reaches out her hand to pat the dog’s soft white fur, Winter’s tail thumping happily on the concrete. “She’s soft.” Bucky scratches behind her ear before replying, “isn’t she. I like to pet her. Especially when I’m feeling upset. She helps me a lot.”

“Did you name her Winter because she looks like snow?” she giggles, Winter now showering her face with kisses. “That’s exactly why!” Bucky smiles, asking, “what’s your name?” Her beautiful eyes lock onto his, “I’m y/n.” “It’s nice to meet you, y/n.”

Bucky scoots over on the bench and Winter hops up, her ears perked up as she people watches. “Do you want to hear more about my arm?” She nods her head enthusiastically and reaches over to touch it again. Bucky holds his arm out so she can see all the moving parts, patiently waiting for any questions.

“Does it hurt?” He rolls up his sleeve so she can see some of the scars at his shoulder as he says, “it used to. But I feel better now.” She seems to like that answer, tracing over the metal where it meets his flesh. “I think it’s cool!” Bucky’s heart practically bursts at her words and he’s thankful he’s wearing his sunglasses. “Thanks, I’m really glad you do!”

A young woman calls her name and she quickly turns around. Looking back to Bucky she smiles and says, I have to go now. Bye Bucky and Winter!” The dog jumps off the bench and licks her arm much to her happiness. Bucky waves goodbye as she runs toward her mom, his smile never faltering.

The next day is just as beautiful as the last and Bucky finds himself seated on the same bench; head buried in his book, but his ears perked up for any sign of his friend. Winter seems to be in the same mindset as she scans the park, her sharps eyes watching every person that walks by.

Winter beats him to it as the loud thump of her tail indicates that she’s back. “Hi Bucky! Hi Winter!” Bucky closes his book and waves both hands, “hey y/n! How are you today?” Winter jumps off the bench to give her a proper hello much to everyone’s delight.

“Look! I drew you a picture of Winter!” She holds up the paper and Bucky lifts his sunglasses off his face. His eyes scan over the drawing and they crinkle up in a wide smile. “This is fantastic! You got her ears and nose exactly right!” Her whole face lights up at Bucky’s praise and she asks, “do you like to draw?” Bucky makes a silly face but reaches into his back pocket for his phone. “Well, I’m not good at it like you are but my friend Steve did try to teach me once. Want to see what I drew?”

With a happy squeal she sits on the bench and waits while Bucky pulls the picture up on his phone. “So, it’s supposed to be Superman, but I don’t know…” he trails off, laughing at himself. “I think you did a great job.” Bucky nods, putting his phone away. “Thanks! It’s good to practice too! What else do you like to do besides draw?”

She gets off the bench and starts to dance, showing off some of her best moves. “I love to dance!” she cheers. “You’re really good! You could teach me some moves!” he chuckles, watching as Winter jumps around after her. “I think Winter wants to dance too!” Bucky can’t help but laugh as the two spin around together, Winter’s tongue hanging out and tail wagging.

She slows down, laughing as she catches her breath. “Winter is funny!” Bucky rubs her belly, “she sure is!” and gives her a drink of water.

“Want to see something neat?” Bucky asks, a small smirk on his lips. Her face lights up as she hops and says, ‘’yes!” “So, my arm is made of metal right. And it gets hot in the sun. When that happens, I press this tiny button here and it makes it cold.” Her eyes go wide, “wow.” He chuckles, “right!” Bucky holds out his arm, the metal hot to the touch. “Ok, feel how hot that is? Now I press this and then….” He turns his arm over and she feels it again, grinning at the difference.

He sits back, knocking his book to the floor. She bends to pick it up, studying the cover before handing it back to him. “What book is that?” With a quiet thanks, he says, “it’s sort of an adventure book. Well, it has everything in it! Adventure, friendship, love. Even magic! It’s called The Lord of the Rings.”

“I like how that sounds! Can you read some to me?” Bucky rests one leg on his knee and gets comfortable. “Sure. I’d love to!” Starting from the beginning he reads the first few pages before her mom calls her to head back home. “Thanks Bucky. I like this book. Maybe we can read more tomorrow?” Bucky smiles, “definitely, I would like that.” He waves goodbye as she runs off and for the first time in a while, he feels genuinely excited for what tomorrow will bring.

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onyourzeus · 3 years

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• beat of my heart | ydw

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title: beat of my heart pairing: yoon dowoon (of day6) & you genre: fluff, non-idol!au, college!au words: 4.3k

author’s note: finally, a dowoon fic that i thoroughly enjoyed writing (hence how long it is) it went on a different track than planned, but isn’t that how most of my fics are turning out to be? lol. please do enjoy!

this dot fic is part of the falling asleep on the bus scenario i intend to write for each day6 member. check out the others: wonpil (currently only have 2/5 completed)

any requests? check my pinned post if i’m accepting any at the moment, thanks!

there isn’t a lot that occupies dowoon’s mind. he gets classified as an introvert by people who have known him for years but this doesn’t mean too much for him

sure, he likes to keep to himself and only open up to people he’s trusted for a while which… is the kind of life he wants to lead

with that being said, other things that goes under Dowoon’s Approved Interests would be: playing the drums, playing a ton of games, and… animals

upon entering college, he wondered if he’d have the free time to care for animals just like when he was younger, volunteering at the nearest animal shelter in which everyone who worked there knew who he was

and always regarded him as the shy little boy but also borderline an animal whisperer. it gave dowoon lots of fun memories to look back on his childhood, and for a moment he considered studying veterinary science to continue his passion for loving dogs cats and everything in between

but another love of his life was introduced in first year high school, and that is the drums. as his social circle expanded (as much as he permitted it to, so not by a lot), so did his club activities in music and even playing as a filler in different bands became his priority (next to academics)

he still visited the shelter from time to time, it wasn’t something he could just drop so easily; bonding with stray-turned-angelic pets waiting for their forever family was his form of therapy, in a way, when music got too complicated at times or when he’s struggling with a class

and then there’s playing league or overwatch or pubg to release stress in a more high-energy fashion

so when the time came that he needed to choose a major, the first thing that came into mind was music theory. he wanted to get better at playing drums, understanding notes, and improving his performance skills overall

he’s experienced frustration over figuring out the rhythm for certain songs he liked to play before, so this is what made him decide that music is the type of interest he’d want to pursue as a career

and bonding with animals… well, would be just that. this way, he doesn’t get burnt out with the one hobby he feels much peace with. his happy place, if you will

so imagine dowoon’s surprise when he learnt of a volunteering organization on campus that caters to helping out local animal shelters on the weekends. literally what he has been doing since he was a wee lad

it was perfect timing to have passed by the club booth during intro week, he already planned on auditioning for the established bands on campus (day6 sounds like a perfect fit for him, tbh) but he hadn’t reached that level of confidence with his drumming skills yet

distracting himself with going to the shelter every so often would help him leave the dorm for a bit (his roommate ha subtly asked many a times for him to ease off of the mouse clicking during the late hours of the night and shouting, “gg” over and over)

the first few times he went to the org’s events at the shelter, it was… a little awkward

one, he didn’t know anybody and two, he isn’t exactly the cute little shy 10 year old he once was that knew every auntie and uncle in his small town.

and everyone else in the event… already seems to know each other. dowoon recognizes the guy who handed him a flyer talking to the animal shelter coordinators up in the front. he had been lost in the crowd of his peers that he has no idea what’s going on

he just wants to pet sum dogs and play laser pointers with cats, is that too much to ask for?

suddenly, everyone had dispersed into groups and apparently you choose where you want to be included in

great, dowoon is just smiling awkwardly to himself as he feels the tips of his ears blush bright red

“hi! dowoon, right? do you have a group to join?” he whips his head to the sound of your voice, just a few feet ahead of him. he’s confused as to why you knows his name, so he points to himself and feels the flimsy paper nametag attached by double-sided tape on his shirt

oh, duh. they had the new prospective members do it a while ago

he sees your name too, and remembers it in the back of his head like a prayer

dowoon shakes his head, perpetually shy and blushing hard now. you feel a sense of guilt singling him out like that in the crowd, so you approach him more closely and signal to follow you

“i’m part of the board members, and we don’t have enough people in our group so you can come join us!” as publicity chair, it is your duty to make others feel comfortable and welcomed in the org. and this is your time to shine

“we’re looking at some bigger doggos today, do you have any pets, dowoon?” you try to make polite introductions as you lead the group to where you’re assigned. like a lost puppy on his own, dowoon follows suit. he’s grateful for some guidance, and actually seeing the animals calm him down for a moment

and it doesn’t feel like everyone’s staring at him anymore as he hears chit-chatting surrounding the place

so he focuses his attention on you instead, and he somewhat regrets it

he’s not those guys who don’t have girl friends, but most of the friendships he’s formed with them are due to the fact that he was introduced by a mutual friend

so dowoon is, how do you say it, entranced by the way you talk about your first big dog in the house

and the two that followed after, and how you stopped playing with your friends from the neighborhood

because all you needed in life were your golden retrievers and newfoundland

dowoon finds himself sharing his own childhood experiences of spending time at a shelter, but never having a dog of his own

“family allergies,” he shrugs and you pout for him in frustration

wow, he’s never seen someone so invested by the fact that he never got to own a pet for himself

“well, dowoon,” you tell him as you’re approaching the section of big dogs, “i hope you enjoy your time here. this is one of the biggest shelters near campus, and fortunately a lot of dogs and cats get adopted every month!”

your enthusiasm for #adoptdontshop makes dowoon feel excited again, he’s just itching to be back doing what calms him down in a therapeutic sense

you instruct the other members to join in a pair or a trio to assist the shelter coordinators with grooming some of the dogs and going for their scheduled walks

this makes dowoon suddenly panic inwardly again, why does everything have to be done in groups?

“want to come with me?” you ask him in the middle of his inner monologue. you’re met with a look of surprise similar to how he reacted when you called out his name just a few minutes prior

“me? you’re not partnering with anyone else?” you shake your head, “as you can tell, they’ve already made up their minds. you’re one of the only new people i saw come to our event today, so i’ll be glad to show you around!” and you genuinely are. it’s rare to see a newbie look so obviously excited to be here, let alone by themselves

usually the people you’ve come to know who join your events are just there for the instagram stories or a pseudo-date of some sorts. you’re happy they’re helping out the shelter with taking care of the pets even for a few hours in the day, but their intentions lie far and beyond with what you have in mind joining the org

however, having approached dowoon and giving him your usual spiel on your love for dogs— he was actually listening and nodding along to the right moments!!! it was so refreshing, especially with the way he’s just excitedly tapping his feet right now awaiting where you’ll lead him next

“oh, let’s hang out with lady! she’s actually going to be adopted soon, but i want you to meet her,” you lead dowoon to one of the bigger stalls on the right where lady was. you call out to her, and immediately you see a tail of a fawn colored pitbull sway back and forth

she comes near you first, sniffing and licking at your petting hands. lady senses dowoon standing idly by your side, and you’re about to tell him how to approach the dog when dowoon does it for himself

he bends down to her level, lifts up a loosely closed fist and lets lady smell her first. “hi lady, nice to meet you. my name is dowoon,” he coos at her, finally lady lets him in her space as her tail wags even faster

“that’s amazing,” you point out, “we had a really hard time teaching her to trust new people”

dowoon shrugs, grinning while he’s at it and you can tell how modest he’s trying to be. but the way he’s rubbing lady’s belly and chuckling at her snorts make you believe that dowoon knows what he’s doing. and he’s enjoying it to the fullest

“thank you for trusting me, miss lady,” dowoon tells the dog who has completely fallen in love with him too. you just watch him, in awe of the scene before you until dowoon looks your way

he catches you having a weird, goofy smile and so you fake cough your way as an excuse and tuck a hair beneath your ear. “does she need to go for a walk?” he asks you, tone inquisitive and hands busy petting lady much to her delight

“we can, y-yeah,” you find yourself a little out of breath, so out of the ordinary for you. but you comply to his wish and ask the coordinator for lady’s leash and the record book.

and that’s kinda how you and dowoon started hanging out a lot on the weekends. after that first event you met him, you’re quick to tell him about the incoming ones the org has for the following weeks (albeit some were supposed to be a secret, you couldn’t resist) and that you’ll be really happy if he came

for the pets, of course

dowoon had informed you that he’s trying to join a band on campus, so he might not be at every event you described. although he’ll do his best, for all the other dogs and cats he hasn’t met yet. you become curious about the guy, but not enough confidence to ask about this band or anything other than his love for animals

so for the next few weeks of the semester, whenever you get to lead an event you’re always looking for a shy boy in the crowd. and 80% of the time, dowoon comes through

there are instances when the other board members ask you to proceed with a diff group or a diff task, and before they can sweep dowoon away from your group…

“ah, actually he’s interested in becoming my intern, so i think it’s best to keep him under my wing!”

“we’re doing interns??? now?? i thought we canceled that—”

“he’s just interested, nothing too serious or finalized but yep— ah, dowoon, over here!”

what a save, and gladly dowoon didn’t hear

he’s actually formed a few acquaintances within the returning members, and it makes you proud to see him come out of his shell a lil

even if you don’t know much about him yet, just his major and the band he’s trying out for (which is looking very good, in his terms) as long as dowoon voluntarily wants to attend the events, it’s a success to you

“who are we meeting today chief?” dowoon would tease you once the event has started, and it’s becoming a running theme in your guys’ greetings

hmm, you decide, major,” is what you’d call him (as you squeal and squirm involuntarily inside) “bathing ole’ mister winston or trying to teach tiny toffee how to sit and stay for more than two seconds?”

dowoon visibly shudders, remembering the time the english mastiff mister winston slobbered him so much as a form of thanks for keeping him squeaky clean, and you basically laughed at his face for 15 seconds straight

“let’s teach toffee some tricks today,” he relents as you already knew the answer but wanted to see reactions of his flashbacks

you’re not sure if any one of the board members have noticed your particular liking to dowoon. if they did no one said a word because the whole point of the organization is

to have fun with animals and prepare them well for their furr-ever home, which is what you and dowoon love doing together. there’s a kind of synergy that you feel being with dowoon and working with one dog

dowoon knows more techniques on how to calm down anxious dogs than you’ve ever learned being in the org

you have to admit sometimes you’re still skittish, jumping from loud sounds or yelping in response to mister winston pawing at you (and his paws are bigger than your face)

or maybe it’s the fact that dowoon is there teasing you instead, intentionally hiding from you when you need a helping hand only to return with a handful of kittens in his embrace. “sorry, they were calling out to me and i couldn’t resist.”

you’d roll your eyes and attempt to get upset, but the way his own shines and his shy giggle coming out of him when the kittens fight their way to nuzzle against his cheek— it’s harder than you thought

anyway, you tell yourself that you’re keeping dowoon by your side because the two of you learn a lot together, and the back and forth coordination you have with tougher to care for dogs makes the job easier, it’s really that. it really is

or maybe it’s more… because as the weeks go by and dowoon couldn’t come round the shelter on the weekends, he asks if you want to see him practice with the band he’s joined

unfortunately, a lot of the times clash with your events or other school related activities, so dowoon insists on sending you videos of him playing the drums

it was a wild ride of messages, to be honest, because at first the camera would just be showing the ceiling, and then it would be recording his shoes, then just the surface of a drum until the vibrations shake it off of wherever dowoon was putting his phone against

nevertheless, you’d listen to how he plays the instrument he truly loves, and it was another side of him that got you feeling enamored

the day has come that there was no event at the shelter, and dowoon alongside other day6 members were having a busking session on campus grounds

“i’ll record you this time, dowoon, you don’t have to rely on faulty angles and physics anymore,” you tell him minutes before the gig started. you’ve seen dowoon give off a positive, excited aura in the shelter, but being with his bandmates and sitting in front of his drums— you’re observing a different side of him

and it’s addicting. to watch

“oh, guys by the way, she’s the one i was telling you all about,” you hear dowoon tell his members while you stand on the side. a question mark pops in your head, what does he mean by that???

soon after, everyone introduces themselves to you and shakes your hand. and you’re stunned, having known their names before (courtesy of dowoon) but not really associating a face with it

“you didn’t tell me your friends are good looking,” you tease dowoon, “you’re hanging out with the right crowd,” you add, poking him on the side to watch his reaction

and you get what you wanted, ears blushing and hands shoving you away playfully

around you, a crowd has started forming and you notice people from the org watching on the sidelines too

posters fill up the air with names of the members— and even dowoon

huh, why does that hurt a little inside (maybe you should have made a poster too? you glance at dowoon to see him gazing upon the cheers of the crowd and perhaps his name in sharpie, enclosed in hearts by his supporters)

that hurt a little more too

you shake away the weird feeling, and remind yourself that you’re here to record him for the first time, and to listen to him play live

when they finally begun their performance, you became more speechless than you thought. you’ve gone to indie music gatherings before and have watched a couple of up and coming bands do their thing

but day6 is something else— and most especially, you know the drummer

the ones those girls behind you are screaming your ear off for

he’s a god with the drums, eyes closed in parts that require careful and soft beats but you see the fiery look in them once the song comes up to its peak

it was thrilling, it was a sight to behold. dowoon in his other element, another side of dowoon you’d love to get to know more of

you resist from screaming his name so that your recording doesn’t sound ugly (you’re sending it to him after all), but that doesn’t mean your heart isn’t beating as loud as the rhythm of his drums

a few times during the performance, you catch him looking at your direction, but you’re not sure so you just raise a thumbs up with one hand while the other holding your phone feels strained as they go on

it’s ok, it’s all for dowoon

an hour later, their set ended with a bang and girls and guys alike flock to the members to get a poster signed or something else of theirs (dowoon had already given you a pre-signed poster. friendship benefits?)

you didn’t want to leave without congratulating him for a very successful first gig, so you sit by the benches. a little farther away from the platform where they performed to give yourself fresh air, and understand why your heart continues to pound so hard and so fast

and the cheers for dowoon’s name playing back in your mind

it’s the after show adrenaline, you tell yourself, rewinding the footage you recorded to pass the time

your mistake since it was all just dowoon

there were times when you “accidentally” zoomed it in his face, and kept it there. for minutes on end

god why does he smile like that, stop you’re hurting my HEART

“someone’s a fan,” a low, litling voice creeps up behind you

and your first instinct is to punch the invader of your personal space

which you did (albeit not as strongly as you wanted) but when realizing who received said punch…

“dowoon holy shit WHY WOULD YOU GO BEHIND ME LIKE THAT”

“I DIDN’T KNOW YOUR REACTION WOULD BE SO VIOLENT”

so uh, there you suddenly are

in the college’s nurse office

with the drummer of what seems to be a rising band on campus, dowoon

getting his bloody nose (literally) checked out, and asking him serious questions without you in the room

“did she really think i’d punch you like that???”

“i think it was really nice of her to look out for me, you know,” dowoon smirked, and the two of you had already come out of the office and you were ready to actually punch him for real this time

but you decline your desires because you still feel a bit guilty

a part of you knew it was dowoon, the voice was a dead giveaway, but you’re “logical reasoning” says you didn’t want him, nor anyone, to see you admiring his face on video. playing it on loop

“i’m sorry,” you finally say, cringing at the turn of events tonight “can you still make it to the band’s after dinner party? can you still eat with your nose like that?”

“you’re so weird,” dowoon replies, pinching the bridge of his nose as he elicits a short “ow” of pain, and you can’t help but feel so terrible

“ughhhhhh dowoon pls say i didn’t break your nose or else your fangirls will hate me”

“what”

“you heard me don’t make me say it again”

“say what again :)” at this point he’s just messing with you, his nose doesn’t look crooked anyway and he definitely knows there were girls fawning over him!!

“c’mon, i’ll pay for the uber to take you to the restaurant,” you urge, it’s the least you can do for physically hurting the person who seems to be confusing you what draws the line between being a friend and… potentially liking them more than that

dowoon doesn’t respond, just shakes his head no and walks alongside you

“what do you mean no???” you’re baffled, why would he decline such a good offer??

“no i’m not going to the dinner, it’s fine i get to see them every day,” he reasons out. he stretches his arms and evokes a yawn. “besides i’m pretty beat from the gig, so i’m just gonna crash back at the dorm”

you’re not convinced, what if he’s just pretending to be sleepy so he doesn’t bother you anymore? biting your lip, you contemplate on persuading him to go but buying his dinner (you’re not sure how that will work) until he stops in his tracks and

pinches your cheeks

to stop you from thinking as your eyes land on his

dowoon huffs, eyebrows creased with concern as he says, “you look like one of the dogs we fed last week who wanted more food in his bowl, but he doesn’t know he’s on a diet.”

he.. really compared u… to a dog????

“what do you mean by that,” you counter, cheeks heating up from the sensation of his fingers pinching at them. not too painful, but enough to consciously feel the pressure of his touch on your face

not to mention his focus is all on you

“you’re upset because i won’t give in to your apology gift,” he explains further. “but really, i’m fine. you didn’t break any bones, and you aimed for my nose. if it were my hands that got hurt then it’ll be a different story”

you groan outwardly, not knowing how to best him out of his logic

“c’mon the bus is coming soon, let’s call it a night,” he says, releasing your cheeks from his grasp and instead, tugging at your hand to follow his lead this time

you don’t let it go

once you enter the bus, dowoon finds an empty two seater and slides right in by the window seat, patting the one next to him. you reluctantly take the spot, still reeling from the way he held your hand so effortlessly, still confused about how you feel about him, still wanting to make it up to him

“is there an event tomorrow?” dowoon asks, escaping you out of your reverie. you churn your brain to think as this is a good opportunity to divert your attention somewhere else

“i believe so. i’m not leading the event, but it’s basically adoption day at the shelter. did you want to come?”

“of course, if you are”

“oh,” that caught you off guard… he can always come to events even if you aren’t, he’s a member now and he’s good friends with the other board members…

“if you’re not, then are you busy doing something?” he yawns again, eyes becoming droopier by the minute as the bus takes it leave

“not really… we can go… together,” you attempt to string coherent sentences together, but the sight of dowoon dozing off at the electric hum while the bus moves entrances you

his pale soft skin contrasts the tiredness in his voice, trying to keep himself away by answering you

“mm. yeah, i’d like to go with you...anywhere… with you,” he starts mumbling, head dangerously close to colliding against the window

silently, you chuckle. and admire the hardworking effort you’ve seen dowoon achieve so far, it makes you momentarily forget about figuring out your feelings

cause it’s kinda obvious with the way you’re seeing him right now, usually you’d tease him, take a picture for blackmail or even feel slightly awkward sitting in the bus next to each other

but right now, you admire him. and wish you can talk to him more about the band, about his dreams, about going to events “as long as it’s with you”

you hear him continuously mumble string of phrases that are incomprehensible at this point, and instead of making fun of the guy (you’ve done enough damage to his nose), you gently tell him, “sleep, dowoon. i’ll wake you up when your stop is here.”

“mmkay,” he gives in, breathes out heavily and

leans against you

resting his head on your shoulder, even making himself more comfy by nuzzling his cheek by the junction of your neck

in a way it sets your heart aflame

but on the outside, you feel at ease. that he can easily take the hit with his nose just mere moments ago and willingly let his head, and his mind rest for a little right by your side

you don’t have to wonder about your feelings anymore

you’d want this to happen more in the future, and hopefully

you’re just wishing upon a star here, that dowoon feels the same

#day6 imagines #day6 scenarios #day6 au #day6 x reader #yoon dowoon imagines #yoon dowoon scenarios #yoon dowoon au #dot series #by:jiae

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Crash Course | Chapter 05: Priorities

Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman,

Relationships: Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton, Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton & Vlad Masters, Ember Mclain & Kitty, Danny Fenton & Cujo

Characters: Danny Fenton, Jazz Fenton,Cujo, Ember Mclain, Kitty, Lunch Lady, Younblood, Skulker, Johnny 13, Random ghosties mentions *boo*, Vlad Fucking Masters Everyone

Words: 6′582

Tags: BAMF Danny, Ghost zone shenanigans, Sibling bonding, Shenanigans, Swearing, Family dinners, Heteronormativity?? The fuck is that, Danny in Cosplay, Ghost King Danny,

Summary: He swore his sister was trying to make him go into cardiac arrest - considering his halfa status that was quite the accomplishment-

But there was no other explanation to his sister’s stubbornness, and if he knew her at all there was just no talking her down from interning at goddam Arkham.

A/N:

Some of you *coming here for the fights, angst and The Drama™ that a DP & DC crossover inevitably involves*: “Hey-”

Me *Trying to write fluffy shit to liberate and soothe my deranged soul from this mortal prison*: “S'up?”

-.-.-.-

This is so long compared to the other chapters. Whhy is this so loooong. UGH- It’s almost double the length of the first four chapters together? I thought it was less? This would have been bigger if I hadn’t posted chapter 4 first? What is happening

THIS IS ON AO3, IF ANYONE WOULD PREFER TO READ THERE. LOVE COMmENTs so if u have anything to say IwillBeReallyHappyYesThankU

CHAPTERS: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7

-.-.-.-

Phantom was currently drifting on the Ghost zone trying to hunt down his next unsuspecting victim among the ghosts.

‘Oh, how the turn tables.’ the halfa chuckled.

Jazz had kept her word and after pulling an all-nighter they had come up with some interesting options.

Now he just needed to pull them off.

The sound of growling at his back made him freeze on his tracks. He turned around to look at the source of the sound.

“Oh,” Well, this certainly had not been on the plans. To stumble upon such a mighty beast this early on. He smiled. “Hi, Cujo!”

The happy barking that followed the greeting was rather endearing, normally whenever he crossed paths with the pup he would spare some time to play with him and teach him some tricks. After some months of the pup following him around and of the halfa trying to deny to anyone who would listen, especially Val, that the dog was not really his, Danny finally gave up and got him a new collar.

The little guy was quite spoiled nowadays.

Sadly, right now he was on a timeline.

“Sorry, bud. No playtime today, I’m on a rather tight schedule.” Phantom cooed softly, reaching down to briefly scratch behind the pup’s ears.

Cujo sat on his hind legs, paws in the air and tail wagging, effectively cutting off his path.

Not like he couldn’t try to fly around, mind you, but with a dog that could go gigamax on your ass, it was better to just talk your way out.

Just when Danny was about to open his mouth the pup upgraded to excited wiggling on the non-existent floor of the zone.

The halfa sighed to himself. Fond smile growing without his explicit permission.

“Cujo-” he tried, just to be interrupted again. “And there goes the whining, Oh. My. God.”

The boy covered his face with his hands, not daring to look until the sounds stopped completely. After a moment, he finally took a peek from between his fingers.

Sad, puppy dog eyes were looking up at him, small little whine making a comeback.

Fucking shit.

He was going soft.

-.-.-.-

“Match head.”

The sound of the nickname momentarily dragged Ember’s full attention from the tuning of her guitar to the new arrival.

“Baby Pop.” She took notice of the green puppy posing as a hat on the white-haired boy’s head and snorted, eyes going back to the guitar. “Blessed the eyes. You going Cruella on us now or what?”

“Please,” The boy jested. “Like we need a remasterized skulker around here.”

“At least the woman did it for fashion.” She hummed. “You would make a horrid carpet, you are too fucking skinny.”

“Excuse you, bitch.” Phantom shot back, irritation clear on his voice. Ember rejoiced on it.

She faked a gasp,“ Are you saying you want Skulky to make you into a rug, baby pop? Scandalous!”

“T-that’s not-!” the halfa spluttered before Ember cut him off.

“What do you want, cupcake? It’s not like you to venture so far into the Zone willingly unless you are looking for blood.” She questioned, carefully putting her guitar back in the case.

The boy huffed.

“Whatever, Ashley,” he grumbled under his breath. “I think it’s time we revisited the terms of our agreement ” The boy sat by her side nonchalantly, not noticing — or outright ignoring — the sudden rise in temperature as the girl’s blue hair flared violently, a deep frown marring her face.

Cujo did notice. But the little doggo was more distracted with the movement of the pretty light-emitting hair, and the fluffiness of the hair on his current method of transportation to register the imminent danger to his fur.

Priorities.

“Revisit? You want to fucking revisit?” She growled. “I will tell you what you can fucking revisit-!”

The halfa just laughed at her reaction. Ember’s hair doubled in length. The laughter died off.

Her hand was getting dangerously close to her guitar.

Danny swallowed hard, deciding to just get on with it before Ember tried to use the instrument as a wanna-be war hammer again.

“It’s quite the contrary, my dear flaming hot,” he rushed to appease her “I want to expand on it,” he said, throwing in a sickeningly sweet smile for good measure.

He hoped it was enough to regain her attention in a more positive light. He didn’t want to explain to Jazz why his ghost form’s eyebrows were singed off. Again. He didn’t have time for more lectures. Thank you.

Luckily, If the hair-inferno reducing to a cheerfully blazing bonfire and the growing smirk taking over ember’s face was any indication he had succeeded. Cujo whined for the loss. Danny wanted to squeal for the win.

He did not. But it was a very close thing.

“Oh ho, now we are talking, baby pop.”

-.-.-.-

The window of opportunity to pull this off was very small. He had to take into account the amount of time that had passed since the last fight, the reason for the aforementioned fight, and how much of an emotional investment the objective really held for it to be a proper detonator.

This operation required surgical precision, which meant a lot of preparation. And research.

It was a good thing it happened so often.

“I will be direct with you, sister,” Phantom spilled, sprawling himself on the free seat on Kitty’s right side. “your bitch boyfriend doesn’t know the jackpot he hit with you and that just ain’t gonna fly.”

knowing where Kitty would end up after a fight with Johnny was not a problem. tracking down which bar she was going to be crashing for the aftermath was the real problem.

Danny hadn’t even known there were bars in this place.

In the last months of his treaty with one Ember Mclain, he had learned plenty of- interesting facts about the Zone that he would prefer to forget. Not that he really had an option, Jazz had taught him early on that information on the enemy — and sometimes on friends —was a valuable asset to ensure victory.

So he would play dumb about knowing these things. But he would not forget about them.

Couldn’t afford to forget them.

If the Ghost Writer pulled another surprise quiz on him and the answers were less than perfect the man would riot.

The halfa stretched out a hand to take a menu and leaned his elbows against the bar-top. Cujo chose that moment to leave his position on the teen’s head to sit next to his forearm so he could peer at the menu too.

He skipped the drinks section and went straight to the food. There was no way he was getting any alcohol.

Don’t get him wrong. They would serve him whatever the fuck he wanted if he asked for it on the zone, but the teen had tasted it before and hated it with a passion. Fuck the peer pressure. Never again. Good for when you are sad? Bitch, just get ice cream. Maybe he should have asked Ember for Kitty’s favorite flavor and save himself the hassle. Oh well.

Too late now.

Danny chose his order but decided to risk a look at the drinks for non-alcoholic options while he waited for Cujo to paw at whatever he wanted.

Kitty, who had been spluttering and getting progressively redder since he made his entrance, was about to smack him upside the head because even if it was true the brat shouldn’t just go saying it like it was any of his goddamn business. They were in the middle of a crowded bar, these people didn’t need any more confirmation for her relationship problems. Couldn’t she keep some dignity?

Before her hand could connect though, a pair of arms surrounded her, bringing her firmly into a backward hug against a warm chest.

A very familiar warm chest.

Startled, she looked up to stare into fiery green eyes.

“Cool it kitten,” Ember purred, clad in a leather jacket that was, most likely, scammed off some unfortunate soul. Still. She looked damn good. Kitty got so tongue-tied she couldn’t manage to even begin to stutter a response, let alone a protest. Danny took advantage of Ember’s intervention to finally place his first order. “Babycakes is right.” Ember continued, effectively cutting off all the air from kitty’s sails once and for all, because really, Ember was her best friend and if there was anyone who knew exactly how many times Johnny and Kitty had fought it was the blue-haired girl.

Kitty let out a defeated sigh and wiggled a little on the embrace to settle into it properly. Might as well get the best out of this-

“Oh, they have frappes!” Phantom trilled in awe. Kitty twitched.

If only Phantom would go away. Ugh. She couldn’t deal with males right now.

“Can’t you leave that thing alone?” Hissed Ember, who had seen the teen open the conversation with her kitty kat just to completely ignore her right after in favor of the menu. The bitch boy needed to focus, they were supposed to be on a mission here.

“Hey! You were the one calling me skinny earlier!” Remarked the teen, only to get a raised eyebrow back from the rockstar.

“As if a single frappe is going to fix that. Give me that!” She sneered at him and snatched the laminated paper from his hands. Phantom tried to snatch it back and failed. So he resorted to pouting and tried to give her the sad puppy dog eyes.

It wasn’t going to work with the matchstick, he knew, but it was good practice.

To pull this shit with Ember you had to be either Kitty, Youngblood, or an honest-to-god puppy. He was not risking ticking off Kitty more than he already had. Youngblood was not here — for obvious reasons—. Cujo was here and didn’t hate him, but sadly the dog wouldn’t be any help right now.

The pup was already accepting belly rubs from the waiters and completely ignoring the world around him.

Again: Priorities.

So really, Danny was just doing this for the sake of being extra.

While Ember and Danny continued with their dramatic standoff, the other girl blinked rapidly and turned her head towards Phantom.

“Oh” Kitty’s bad mood banished almost magically in favor of curiously peering at the teen’s figure. Danny fidgeted on his seat apprehensively.“I hadn’t noticed. You are really lean.” Ember snickered. Cujo — coming back from the belly rub induced coma — barked. Phantom sighed and just accepted defeat.

“I suppose that’s somewhat better-” He grumbled under his breath.

Kitty allowed a tiny smile to escape from her lips but shook herself slightly to get back on track. “What are you two even doing here anyway?” She asked, alternating glances between them.

“Pretty sure you already know,” Ember answered, rubbing her cheek against kitty’s green hair and sending A Look at Phantom. “Because someone is not subtle. at. all.” She ended with a hiss and a flare of her hair. Kitty winced lightly at the confirmation. Phantom rolled his eyes.

“Oh, Cry me a table, matchstick.”

Kitty knew alright. Ember made it her personal business to get involved in whatever petty fight Kitty got into, more so if it was about Johnny. Phantom getting involved in the aftermath — and not the fight itself — was new though.“It was just another stupid fight. And- You know, his obsession-”

“Nope. That’s no excuse, Kath.” Ember cut her off. “If you can work around yours for him, then so can he.”

“You can do better.” The teenage boy agreed while Ember continued squeezing her.

“What do you suggest then?”

Phantom and Ember exchanged a look, mirth flashing in their glowing green eyes and matching smirks growing bold, they turned to look back at Kitty. The green-haired girl gulped down her growing unease. In her experience, these two banding together was never a good thing for anyone.

“We are here to talk to you about the Remember Initiative.”

-.-.-.-

“Such a skinny boy!”

“Hey! I’m just lean-!” Phantom let out a yelp as he ducked under yet another juice box “What’s with you people and your obsession with my weight-! Ugh! If you would just listen-! Wait. Is that apple grape?” He said the last part in a hushed rush, looking in silent awe at one of the little juice boxes she was about to throw his way.

The Lunch Lady preened.

“Boxy got them for me! 100% Juice Fruit guaranteed!” She was radiating smugness about these facts.

“Oh my gosh- Wait! NO. That’s not what I came here for!” Danny managed to shake himself out of his stupor just in time to keep evading the Lady’s attempts to shove a spoon full of food down his throat while he was distracted with the juice.

The last time she had gotten a hold of him he had ended up feeling like one of his mom’s thanksgiving turkeys. Danny gulped. Best to just go for it and hope for the best.

“Did you know that there are 37.2 million people living in food-insecure households?!”

The screamed question froze the lunch lady on her tracks. At the look of horror his words achieved, he decided to keep going.

“1 in 6 American children don’t even know where their next meal is coming from.”

The lunch lady let out a horrified gasp, “Those poor children-!”

And with that, the woman exchanged her attempts at stuffing him for furious-but-mournful whisperings. She looked really constipated about this new information. Danny almost felt sad. Almost.

“There is a way to help, you know?”

The lunch lady’s head snapped back towards the half-ghost, eyes narrowed in a glare. Not the usual I’m-going-to-choke-your-skinny-ass-in-food glare, but an I’m-paying-attention-to-your-skinny-ass glare.

Danny refrained from openly cheering after sensing his upcoming victory. Better not chance it.

“Have you ever heard about old San Nicolas?”

-.-.-.-

“You know,” Danny murmured, slurping noisily from one of his juice boxes as he watched from a safe distance how Johnny and Skulker got wrecked by a pair of cute-murderous-girls, “I wasn’t expecting that to work so well.”

His only response was a pair of little barks from the green puppy that was happily squirming on his lap.

The boy paused on his watch to look down at Cujo. Danny extended one of his hands towards the puppy to carefully try to swat at him. The cub rolled onto his back and trapped Danny’s upcoming fingers between his paws with a playful growl, giving little nibbles to the appendage.

He couldn’t help the giddy giggles that escaped him.

Those little paws were precious.

At the sound of high pitched screams Danny’s head snapped back up to continue watching the ongoing smackdown, surrendering complete possession of his hand to Cujo to do as he pleased.

If the Initiative didn’t work out, both girls would do awesome on the wrestling circuit. Not like Ember lacked in the costume department.

Speaking of costumes, he wondered if the match stick would let him borrow her feathered hat. That thing was awesome.

Better just ask.

Once she was done throwing down with skulker, of course.

He was not about to become cannon fodder.

Priorities.

-.-.-.-

“Ahoy! me fellow comrades!! Your future Cap'n ’s talking!! I’m here on a recruiting mission to embark on the most perilous dangers of the Realms!! May ye, dear comrades, embark under your own risk! Arrrgh!! ”

Thanks to Youngblood’s presence the main residential area of Phantom’s keep was starting to become complete disarray. The adult ghosts were frantic for the possible kidnapping of the tiniest ghosts that was most likely going to happen. The children amongst them were cheering for the possible playtime in their future.

The guards were starting to panic. No one had seen the kid enter, much less bring along that enormous ship of his. The little brat was not supposed to be here!

“Who the freaking hell let Young Blood get in?!” One of the guards hollered.

“It’s fine, I invited him.” Came the cheerful reply from behind the guard. “I’m expanding the lair so the kids have more space to mess around. Just don’t tell them.”

The ghost was startled at the voice but didn’t panic anymore. Instead, they started to relax. They knew that voice, but they needed to confirm-

“P-Phantom?”

Phantom, in full cosplay and sporting the biggest feathered pirate hat on this side of the realms, landed lightly beside the startled ghost with a little chuckle, “Just play along, man.”

“Also, pretty sure there should be a ‘Lord’ in there somewhere.”

“I-I thought you preferred to not be called that, my lord?”

Phantom winced.

“Ah- No. It’s- You know what? Never mind, I keep forgetting you guys don’t really get updates of pop culture on this side of the coin” Phantom frowned. “I really should see about getting some wifi for this place”

He continued to murmur about the updates he would need to do to the tech to make that possible. But the guard was not paying attention to his words anymore.

They were staring speechless at the whole pirate get-up the halfa had managed to assemble. It had been mostly borrowed last minute — not that the guard knew that—. It looked really good. Especially the gold hoop earrings that kept swaying slightly alongside the fluffy white hair with every motion of Phantom’s head.

The guard let out a dreamy sigh.

Their Lord was so cute.

“How is everything going?”

“Wha-?” Getting suddenly pulled out of their daydreaming

“The preparations?” Danny hummed distractedly, diligently searching for his journal and pen among the numerous layers of clothing he had donned for the occasion. Why the fuck did this thing have so many pockets?

“Oh,” Came the ghost’s soft exclamation, suddenly remembering the requests the owner of the keep had left the last time he had come around. Finally emerging victorious from his search, Phantom turned to look at them, raising an eyebrow at the lack of proper explanation “Oh, yes! Everything is going smoothly, and we received the last confirmations this morning, sir.”

Danny smiled at the answer, completely unaware of the effect his playful smile had on the guard and the other ghosts that had started to converge there upon seeing their ‘landlord’. “Awesome.”

That was the last one.

-.-.-.-

Well, almost the last one.

He must admit that the shell shocked expressions on Sam and Tucker were funny the first few minutes.

But after having to repeat himself over and over again it had gotten increasingly less funny.

“Y-you are leaving?” Tucker stuttered.

Danny sighed, “Yes, we are leaving. As in, Jazz and me.”

After gaping at him for another few seconds, Sam finally gathered herself enough to start talking again.

“what about the ghost?”

“I- um- already took care of that,“ Danny mumbled, nervously avoiding eye contact while playing with his milkshake straw. “I also cashed in some debts and asked some favors from my allies, so most will be taken care of until we come back. Either way, I will leave enough Fenton Tech for the both of you and Val. Just in case.”

“Enough tech?” Sam repeated incredulously. “That’s it? Just leave some tech and jump boat just like that?” Danny frowned but refrained from answering her until he thought it through. Sam wouldn’t accept less.

Jump boat? That was not really the case. Jazz and he had really put some thought into this, heck even before the Internship on Loony Capital had come up — specifically, since Jazz’s breakthrough — the siblings had already been toying with ways to get some of the most persistent ghosts to back the fuck off, distract them with better and useful targets or entice them into submission.

At first, it had been a tentative thing, something fragile that they didn’t let themselves hope for. But with Jazz’s change of course of action, it had become something more urgent.

They had to pull it off. There were no other options.

Danny pursed his lips, then took a deep breath to strengthen himself for what was coming. “That’s not it-”

“You are just going to dump us.” She announced like it was final in a harsh whisper.

At least she was keeping her tone quiet.

“No one is getting dumped, Sam,” Danny tried to reassure her in the same tone of finality, sans the harshness. “I told you. We already thought this through. I already put some plans in motion and rigged some backups and- ok. Meaby they are not good enough to be permanent but-”

“You are going to put everyone at risk just because Jazz somehow got the ridiculous idea that ‘talking it out’ is the answer” She scoffed.

“Maybe it is. Maybe not. We won’t know until we try.”

“They are ghosts-”

“So am I.” Danny Interjected. Sam seemed to choke on her next words.

“You are not a ghost Danny.” She had, somehow, gained a tone even more quiet and harsh than her previous one.

“Aren’t I?” He was looking directly into her amethyst eyes. Daring her to fight him on this.

He already knew she wouldn’t.

She had opened her mouth to rebut but closed it immediately after. She took a long breath; most likely to prepare for her next rant than to calm herself. Weighing her options. She didn’t seem willing to have that particular conversation. Not yet. Danny had counted on that. “It’s still a goddamn risk.” She finally countered, a slight sliver of defeat coloring her words.

Maybe he had been a little harsh, but he needed her to understand. “There is risk in every choice I could make. This is not different-”

“What about us?”

Ok, so she was just getting her second wind. Fucking amazing. “Sam, please-”

“We are your friends!”

“And she is my sister!” He finally snapped.

She startled. Gazing at him speechless for a moment before standing up and storming out of her seat without a backward glance, making the people on her way part like the red sea. Leaving in her wake a bunch of curious persons staring after her and throwing shameless glances to their table.

So much for not causing a scene in the middle of the Nasty Burger.

The boys ignored the stares. They were already accustomed to being the focus of attention. Almost never positive, mind you. But that was what cleansings were for.

Tucker, who had been silent for most of the back and forth, finally spoke.

“She just needs time to cool off.”

The Fenton boy would be lying if he said he hadn’t seen this coming. Sam had always been very opinionated and believed herself to be right most of the time. In her defense, she usually was right and knew how to go about expressing it to her friends without resorting to this kind of standoff. This just appeared to have struck a nerve.

Living with her parents and having to fight for every single choice she wanted to make had left her on a constant defense mode that the boys had learned to navigate in their years of friendship. It hadn’t been easy for anyone. But neither Danny nor Tucker were perfect. They had their quirky shit to deal with.

The three of them stuck together and hadn’t bothered to try and expand their friend group that much over the years. Not like they had many options. But that was ok.

Until now.

With Danny leaving them the relative feeling of a support system was trembling at its foundation.

She was probably scared. So was Tucker if the wobbly but sincere smile he was giving him was any indication.

Danny had to admit that when he let himself think about it he got scared too.

They had been in the same boat for a while and parting ways was not something they had accounted for, not for the near future, at least.

In a weird way, they still would be in the same boat even after they were apart. Struggling to learn how to function without the other there. Sam and Tuck would have each other, they were resilient, he was sure they could cope. He would have Jazz like he always had, enough said. And they would keep going like they always did.

Tucker was right. She would come around. But-

Danny slumped on his seat, running a hand through his hair releasing a big sigh.

“Yeah, I know” He murmured looking pensively in the direction their friend had stormed off. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“So, you are not mad?” Danny asked when he finally turned around towards Tucker.

“Nah, man. Just a little squeezy about dealing with this without you. But if your sister is really going to do this she is going to need you there.” Tucker shuddered a little bit. “I have never been there personally but if the social media and forums are not lying Gotham is a goddamn beast dude.”

The halfa hummed in agreement. Not like Amity Park didn’t have its own reputation on their corner of the internet, but still.

Gotham.

Danny took a sip from his milkshake before doing a mental check-list and frowning, “I’m starting to feel like I’m forgetting something” he whispered.

“Oh god, please don’t say that.”

“It’s okay,” Danny had made his best at planning, so his friends wouldn’t have to deal with the ghost in his absence. But with things like this, you never knew for sure. Not until it slapped you right across the face.“Probably just the paranoia.” ‘I hope’ he finished mentally with a weak laugh.

“Dude,” Tucker started before taking hold of his friend’s hand and squeezing it. “If you need help with anything I’m your man. just say the word.”

Tucker may not understand the full extent of the situation, but he was trying, and that meant a lot to the Fenton. He squeezed back and shot his friend a small but grateful smile.

“It’s ok. Thanks, Tuck-” He cut himself off, being interrupted by the sudden ding of one of Tucker’s devices.

The afro American boy ignored the sound though, in favor of putting his full attention on his friend, an action that demonstrated how serious he was with his words, but Danny was already lost in thought, staring intently at the briefly, but brightly, illuminated screen.

“Actually-” The halfa suddenly chirped, turning his full attention back to the boy across the table. Tucker just blinked back, waiting. Danny leaned forward dragging the other boy towards him so he could continue with a whisper. “You could help me with a pair of things.”

The mischievous smile Tucker was witnessing had come out of nowhere and couldn’t presage anything good, but as it was not aimed at him — necessarily — he couldn’t help but join in.

Several cities over, some of Gotham’s more infamous residents couldn’t find an explanation to the sudden shiver that ran up their spines.

-.-.-.-

When Danny made it back home he didn’t waste time tracking his sister down. She was down in the lab, typing away on the main computer and using one of her shoulders to keep her mobile pressed against her ear.

She was in the middle of a conversation and still managing to rewrite part of the ghost portal code like a pro.

His sister sure loved multitasking.

At the sound of the door closing behind the younger Fenton, Jazz looked up from the screen to shoot a brief smile to her brother before carrying on with her conversation.

“Yes. That’s perfect, I will be sending the three files then-”

The boy froze on his step and blinked a pair of times. She was already talking with one of the G. A. proctors? When he left this morning he had just dumped his proposals on Jazz for a second revision. He wasn’t expecting to have them sent already.

Hmm. Well, to be fair, he had rambled at Jazz about his projects relentlessly whenever he had a chance and didn’t feel like death warmed over.

Which weren’t many times. But once he got into a ramble it was an Olympic endeavor to shut him up. He was a Fenton. It was in their blood. Jazz did it too, even if she tried to chalk it up to healthy-and-completely-natural excitement.

So. Jazz already knew the contents pretty well, it was just a question of pulling off the presentation, which was the thing that Jazz was supposed to check over.

His sister had given him some tips, and even if his parents were not as invested in the writing process as in the practical, the fruit loop had more than enough experience doing it and didn’t give two flying fucks over whether or not Danny wanted his knowledge.

Danny knew monologing was an essential part of a villainous experience but he had spent way too much time listening to Vlad bitch about most of his employees to last him a lifetime.

Even little Madeline couldn’t stop the loneliness that had brought the madness. Danny had put so many hopes in the fluffy thing.

Letting out a resigned sigh the boy decided to just let it go and be grateful that his sister - who had more than five Universities fighting over her- deemed it acceptable already.

He liked writing his ideas down, but using formal language and fudging APA was fucking exhausting.

Good fucking riddance. He thought, shaking his head slightly and sending a light sneer in the computer’s direction. As if the files on it could feel his disdain from his position on the other side of the room.

Danny spotted some of her sister’s nail polish bottles by her side on the table and made a beeline for them and took most of the little bottles before retreating to a chair on the other side of the desk.

He had heard some of the cheerleaders saying that the nail polish helped to keep the nails from getting all fucked up quite as easily, and it had caught his attention.

Danny had looked down at his hands and winced. Normally he didn’t pay much attention to his nails, but ever since getting on a constant string of fights he was more aware of how easily the goddamn things could break on you if you didn’t trim them properly, and it hurt like a bitch every time. It always seemed to be the tiniest things that told you to ‘fuck off’ to your face like nothing else.

Danny guessed that it was worth the try. And if anything, putting some color on them would help hide some of the blood — and ectoplasm — that got under his fingernails.

So he tried it out.

By this point, he was not sure if it really helped or he was just fooling himself into thinking it did work. The only sure thing was that he didn’t feel comfortable going without it anymore.

Danny liked to borrow the clear nail protector from Jazz, but most of the polish he had in his possession had been previously Sam’s. All pastels and cheery colors that her mom kept insisting on buying her because they kept being used.

“Thank you, Miss Gordon!”

If she had bothered to pay more attention to her daughter’s friends for more than sneering at them she may have noticed Danny’s pastel pink nails. But she hadn’t. And that had just ensured Danny a constant supply of pastels to cover his bloodied nails with-

“So, how did it go?”

“Uh.” The boy startled at the sudden proximity of the voice. He looked up from his nails and to his sister, who was now seated beside him.

“The execution.” Jazz prodded, smiling at him in anticipation. It looked downright creepy, considering the words she used.

“Seriously Jazz?” He snorted. “You make it sound like I went there to dispatch murder at random.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” His sister scoffed, watching how her brother resumed painting his nails. “They are already dead. You couldn’t kill them any more than they already are.”

“I could certainly try.”

“Danny-”

“Let’s just say the all-nighter paid off, and leave it at that.”

“So you had fun.” She teased. Stealing back one of the bottles of polish to finish her own nails with a second coat.

“For the most part, but-” He stopped, struggling to find words to describe the sheer mayhem that went down in the zone-

Jazz just hummed and gave him a little nod, still focusing on her nails. Danny relaxed. He could tell her later. When he had cooled off some more from the attack-protect mode he got into whenever he visited the zone. Remembering it all right now would just set him off again.

“So, what do you want for dinner?” The redhead asked suddenly.

Danny blinked a pair of times, perplexed, and stole a look at the clock.“It’s a little late to be asking that, don’t you think?”

“I suppose, but I decided to wait for you and then got sidetracked with the files.” She really needed to work on her awareness of time. “Didn’t even notice the hour.”

“I don’t even remember what we have in the cupboards.”

“Maybe we could-” She didn’t manage to suggest something before she got interrupted by their mother’s voice.

“Dinner is ready!”

“They made dinner?” Danny whispered to Jazz in dread.

“So it seems,” she responded, sharing his dread.

“Why did they make dinner? They never make dinner!”

“I mean, they do for special occasions, like-” She shuddered. “Like thanksgiving.”

This was ridiculous. Jazz and he were normally the ones cooking. Their parents spent most of their time in the lab or trying to hunt down ghosts. Today was not a holiday. They hadn’t invented anything new worth the ‘celebration’. There wasn’t a reason for them to-

“Oh! and Vlad is here~!”

Danny slammed his face against the desk with a groan.

Jazz winced at the sound.

“Time to face the music, little bro” She closed the polish bottles and patted him carefully on the back a few times before standing up and going to the kitchen.

“I still feel like I’m forgetting something…” Danny grumbled under his breath before following his sister upstairs.

-.-.-.-

It was the last Friday of the month and this could perfectly be one of Jazz’s many attempts to make them a functional family unit.

Except that the Fenton girl had let said efforts slip in favor of pursuing her little brother’s scholarship.

Oh, And the fruitloop was here.

Vlad had weaseled into the family’s — unplanned — plans because of course, he did.

“Everything looks absolutely lovely Madeline.”

Jazz would have believed his words. If she hadn’t seen the man poke at the food on the table with the wariness of a man on the death warrant whenever mom was not looking.

The siblings had spent way too many family dinners doing the same thing whenever they couldn’t quite manage to keep the older Fentons off the kitchen. And even when they did, they didn’t lower their guard. The chance of contamination was always a latent threat to the house.

Jazz turned her head slightly to look at her brother. The boy was, very pointedly, not poking at his food and just watched it with all the scorn he could gather. He refused to do the same things as Vlad, which didn’t mean he was crazy enough to try and eat the food on his plate.

The dinner proceeded with making some catching up, abundant science talk, teasing, scathing remarks, sighing, and finally dissolved in a three-way match between the Fenton children and one Vlad Masters to see who could dispose of the food in the most sneaky way.

She had always wondered how the man survived with her parents for as long as he did back in their college years. She knew now.

“Oh! And Jazzrinces finally decided on a college! The G.S.A. is backing up her research on ghosts! Isn’t that incredible?!”

Vlad smiled blandly at Jack. Skillfully suppressing the sneer the man’s cheeriness was trying to invoke to his face. He had lots of practice.

“And Danny decided to tag along to help his sister! Isn’t he such a sweet boy?” Maddie added with a cheer a little more forced than her husband’s. But still, cheer.

Now, that. That got Vlad’s attention. And he decided to take advantage of the children’s distraction to get more information and decide a proper plan of action.

Dany was making it a point to completely ignore the three adult’s conversation. Jazz stuck to taking small sips from her glass of water. That was, until-

“Surely you’re not planning on sending them without some proper equipment, are you?” Vlad tutted. “Don’t get me started on weapons. I mean you never know for certain what will be indispensable, right?”

“That’s a wonderful idea!”

The heads of both children snapped up.

“I mean, most of my research isn’t-” Jazz tried hastily to stop this on its tracks.

Sadly, it was not to be.

“Nonsense Jazz,” Her mom interrupted her, “It’s better to be prepared!”

Vlad hummed in agreement, “They won’t, after all, have anyone else to protect them from those trashy ghosts.”

Just like that, the Fenton parents started to list out loud all the things the kids would surely need for the research.

Vlad smirked.

Danny narrowed his eyes at the pompous fucker.

Jazz resigned herself to keep sighing until the end of times.

-.-.-.-

“How are we supposed to take this with us..?” Danny whispered looking horrified at all the equipment his parents had just thrown their way

“Can’t you just put it in the thermos?”

“The ectoplasmic energies of each Item would clash horribly” Danny winced

“You tried to…?” Jazz side-eyed him

“Yes.” He said curtly, “Wouldn’t really recommend” he continued with the air of someone haunted by the consequences of their life choices. death choices. Both were accurate, she supposed.

Jazz swallowed.

Cue in more silent horrified staring at the equipment.

“Maybe if we start with some boxes-”

“BEWARE!!! THE BOX GHOST!!!”

“Oh my god-!”

“I Fucking knew it!!”

-.-.-.-

A little while after, once the ghost box was gone, and the siblings had retreated to Jazz’s room for safety and the opportunity of proper evening gossip. The fruitloop came barging into the room.

“Ok. I raided the kitchen. There is nothing edible in this house. How do you even survive.” He stated, not asked, in a deeply judgemental tone.

“Magic. Pokemon Magic.” Danny deadpanned from his place on the bed. Jazz, who was cuddled beside him, was still chewing on the dry crackers that managed to survive the onslaught of their parents, for the simple reason that the things had been in her room.

Vlad sighed and started to massage his temples.

“Fine. Truce. Grab your things, we are going out.”

Jazz slightly choked on her crackers. Danny just choked on air. “What? Where-?”

“To get some proper food, of course.” The man sneered like it was completely obvious and tagging a smirk on for good riddance.

“Why would-”

“You have directions. I have the money. Chop chop. Before your parents catch us.” With that, the millionaire turned around and left, leaving the door wide open fully expecting them to follow along.

The siblings stared at each other for a moment before scrambling after Vlad.

Food was more important than playing the archnemesis-game.

For the hundred time that day:

Priorities.

ENDNOTES:

I couldn’t help the fucking references. Danny is a dork and I am ashamed.

-.-.-.-

I headcanon Danny as someone who really likes pet names, be it because he really likes the person or because it pisses them off. Two stones a deader bird.

-.-.-.-

What do you mean The Avengers aren’t a boyband?

-.-.-.-

The siblings are firm believers of the borrowing culture. There is no shame in asking to borrow some things.

Are those Ember’s hat & earrings? Yes. Yes, they are.

Why does Danny have his ears pierced, you ask? BECAUse there is no absolute heteronormative bullshit in this household AND I MUST ADD THAT-!

-Danny & Jazz watched ‘The parent trap’ when they were small little beans and were really interested in whether or not piercing your sibling’s ears was the ultimate bonding moment.

Jazz insisted on researching a lot more about proper sterilizing, mind you- but like the tiny feral unsupervised cupcakes they were, they decided to try it.

Jazz already had her ears pierced, SO, yeah.

It hurt like a bitch for Danny, and Jazz panicked for a week afterward about infections, but it was indeed a good bonding moment.

-.-.-.-

If I ship Jason with some fucking therapy does that mean I can ship him with Jazz?

Ship’s name is JJ for you.

… I just gave myself YOI flashbacks.

Fuck.

-.-.-.-

You might want to say: ‘but author-san, those are not all the ghosts Danny deals with?’, and you are damn right they aren’t, but you must trust in Danny thousand-back-ups Fenton, my children.

(Also, where would be the fun if everyone was accounted for since now? You will see what went down later on. :p)

-.-.-.-

Don’t know if you noticed, but Jazz is not the only one that thinks Danny is a cutie patootie :v

Danny has long ago resigned himself to the being called “Lord” thing. Is better than the ‘K’ word.

-.-.-.-

The thing about the nails is something I do. I started because they looked pretty, I kept painting them because I felt they broke up more easily if I didn’t put like three coats of polish on them.

At least I don’t bite them as much anymore. :p

-.-.-.-

If there is someone on this green earth that knows about the struggles of living with Jack and Maddie Fenton, that someone is Vlad Masters.

Change my mind.

You can’t.

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Man’s Best Friend (Yandere Katsuki BakugouxReader)

Request: Hi! First of all I love your writing and I wanted to request a scenario for yandere bakugou where him and his kidnapped s/o own a doggo, It’d be nice to see how you play around with that since I love your writing, please and thank you

No problem, I needed some fluff today and this is the perfect prompt for it

Bakugou was just so fucking sick of your pouting. It felt like that was all that you even did anymore, and it was driving him nuts. When he first brought you home it had been constant crying, your unceasing sobs making him feel as though his heart was being torn into pieces. Although Bakugou certainly had trouble expressing his emotions, he didn’t have trouble admitting them to himself. He knew exactly why he hated seeing you so upset, so when you stopped crying at first, he had been thankful. Sure, you still weren’t happy, but he figured that you were making progress. Moving from despair to saddened resignation might not have been a huge leap forward, but Bakugou had been happy to see even an incremental improvement. But that had been over a month ago.

Even after all of this time to adjust, you still hadn’t realized how good you had it. Bakugou cared for you, protected you, loved you, yet you would only ever look at him with that same dead expression. Holding you, kissing you, none of it brought him any joy or satisfaction anymore, not when you were like this. After letting his frustration build up for so long, Bakugou was done with just sitting back and waiting for you to get better. He had tried being patient and it hadn’t done shit, so now it was time for some direct fucking action.

“Get up,” Bakugou barked at you. He just got home from a long day of work and had found you asleep in bed. And yeah, Bakugou realized that being stuck inside all day wasn’t exactly exciting, but you needed to learn that it was better this way. Here no one could hurt you, here you were safe and loved. Still, it wasn’t healthy for you to just give up on everything, to just sit around and do nothing all day. But maybe he could do something to help make things easier.

“What is it?” you mumbled, eyes still shut as you slowly pushed yourself up off of the pillows.

“I got you something, so how about you open your damn eyes and pay attention.” Rubbing your eyes a bit, you finally opened them, allowing Bakugou to see the hopelessness that rested there. His mouth twisted in frustration, and so he bent down towards the box he had laid on the floor. Slightly curious despite yourself, you watched closely as Bakugou reentered your view with a new addition in his arms.

“I think she’s part Jack Russell Terrier or something,” Bakugou told you, doing his best to hold the squirming puppy securely. “And she’s only a few weeks old, so she’s gonna need a lot of attention.”

Blinking hard, you simply stared at the dog for a moment. You had always loved dogs, a fact that Bakugou knew well, and you couldn’t help but find this one especially adorable. She had spotted you, and, eager to meet you, she was wiggling even more passionately in Bakugou’s grasp. When you giggled at the fuss she was making, Bakugou released her onto the bed, deciding that any mess she might make was worth it if she could make you smile.

“Are we keeping her?” you asked softly, trying not to get your hopes up too much.

“Yeah, but since I have to work that means that she’s your responsibility. You’re gonna have to feed her and train her and play with her and everything. You think you can do that?”

Nodding excitedly, you scratched your new companion’s ears while she wagged her tail. Happy to have made a new friend, she jumped up, resting her paws on your shoulders so that she could show her love by licking your face.

“Does she have a name?” you asked, looking up at him with light in your eyes.

“No,” Bakugou informed you, watching your reaction eagerly. “You get to name her.”

As Bakugou watched that smile that grew on your face, he felt a sudden rush of extra affection towards you. Whatever the temporary complications from getting a dog might end of being, it had already been paid a thousand times over according to him.

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mlmwatch-headcanons · 5 years

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Since october is coming up, can I request some headcanons where Reaper, Soldier, McCree and Baptiste (separately) find out their bf is some kind of supernatural creature (your choice), and how would they react?

*excited squeaking* The hamster is excited for the sweets. Trick or treat.

-Mod Hammond

Reaper

He would find out right away. He read everything that anyone has ever filed up about you. He knew of your shapeshifting powers and yet he didn’t actually say anything about them.

So when you transformed in front of him didn’t bat an eye. And it confused you??? Because you just turned into a wolf and he just shrugged???

He admits that he already knew and you deflate. You wanted to do a big reveal, it isn’t fair.

You get him back by pranking him though. You can shapeshift into just about anything. Even inanimate objects. So, you do!

You’re the extra lamp in the room. Watching him mind his business and moving things before turning into yet another mug on his desk.

Sometimes you knew he knew you were there. But sometimes you wondered if he called you out even when you weren’t actually there.

Like today he knew you were the extra trash bin in the room, but tomorrow would he think you’re an extra mug on his desk? Or a new cushion in the room?

On missions, does he accuse random animals and objects as being you? Some days you did follow him on missions but sometimes you didn’t.

You cracked up thinking about all the times he probably yelled at a trash bin or at a random cat who was following him home.

To him you were always watching but really you were just sleeping in some random place on base. Shapeshifting really took a lot out of you.

Soldier 76

He would have no absolute clue. Sometimes you might tick him off by saying something that someone as young looking as you wouldn’t know about but you always covered up your tracks when he tried to press you on how you know.

He honestly can’t keep up with you? Like, he knows something is a bit off about you, by the way you react when you pass by antique stores.

Looking in the windows, your eyes flickering with familiarity.

It would only be until you two were smack dab in the middle of nowhere and you absolutely needed to feed or you would actually die. That you told him your secret.

He was a bit apprehensive at first, especially at your asking if you could feed on him. But he let you.

You looked weak and too shaky for his liking. Besides, he trusted you enough to bring you along and share his life with.

He couldn’t lie that he wasn’t a bit tense about it. The bite didn’t hurt. Not after all he had been through.

But it did feel weird having his boyfriend curled up behind him and sucking on his neck.

The wound healed immediately and he didn’t feel very drained afterward, like he should’ve been, had he not been part of the SEP.

You looked full of colour afterward and he was a bit glad. In return he asked you questions about what your life was like before you had been turned into a vampire.

He felt much better about his age compared to yours, once he found out you were more than 100x his age. It also made him a bit sad to think that you would live past him 1000 times over.

But you promised that you’d still love him for even longer than that!

McCree

Jesse would always wonder just where all this dog hair was coming from.

Did you have a secret dog? Did you secretly leave a few days out of the month to go and live with the dog?????

He would be so confused. He would be worried that you always seem to turn up missing once or twice a month but you’d always turn back up within three days unharmed and safe. So he supposed it was kind of alright???

You would confuse him even more if you both decided to live together.

It would be wisest to tell him before hand or he’d go nuts when he finds everything covered in dog fur. Like?? You two don’t even own a dog?? Where are you getting this dog fur from???

You’d probably mention it one day, as casually as you can when you get out of the shower smelling like a wet dog.

“I guess I’m a furry now.” -McCree.

He would never admit it, but he loves how big you get as a werewolf. He likes how cuddly you get too. You two don’t leave the house when you turn because you go crazy when he goes out and he hates replacing the door.

He doesn’t like the slobber you leave on him but he learns to cope with it. He likes to tease you about the things you do in doggo form.

He has, a few times, called you a good boy and you get mad at how excited you get from it. If you had a tail in human form it would be wagging.

You swear he’s conditioning you in your doggo form to do tricks.

If he says any sort of trick you have a very strong urge to do the trick. It has caused a few stares when he has done you to sit and you have literally dropped to the floor and sat.

Baptiste.

I feel like it would be fun if he had a mermaid (merman?) S/O and sorry this is kinda buccaneer!Baptiste.

He would’ve met you at the bay. You loved the ocean but he swears he has never actually seen you there. You’re always secretive about taking a shower or hopping into a pool.

You keep telling him that you’re afraid of water but he doesn’t believe you when he finds you waiting with your legs dangling over the dock waiting for him to return.

He tells you about his adventures out on the sea but something tells him that you know about them already and he can’t place his finger on why.

He’d probably find out one day when he comes home unexpectedly. He’d look for you on the beach and find you sitting on a rock off shore, gleaming with scales.

You’d be so handsome to him then he’d just stare until you noticed him.

You’d try to rush over and explain but he’d just laugh and ask if he could touch your scales. Afterwards he’d find little scales of yours with his things. The small ones gifts that he could take with him on his journeys.

If you made him anything with your scales or from things that you gathered on your own ocean adventures he’d love it so much.

You made him a necklace made from shells and your scales? He’s never taking that off!

If you made him armour from your (surprisingly) durable scales? He’d always wear it. Every picture of him out on the sea would show him donning the peralesent armour.

He also wouldn’t mind taking you out to sea which him! You’d probably save him a lot of time catching fish and finding treasure since you can breathe underwater and all.

#male reader #reaper x reader #soldier 76 x reader #mccree x reader #baptiste x reader #anonymous #mod hammond

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Affection

Summary; Harry and Y/N has been dating for some time now, so it was the time for Y/N to introduce Harry to her dog, nervous if they’re going to get along.

Warnings: mostly fluff, a bit of angst

Word Count: 1.5k

Y/N and Harry have been dating for a few months now, even though he counted only the time after the tour when he could be finally with her. They met in a club when he had two days off. He just needed to clear his mind, have few drinks and go back to his hotel. But then he saw her across the room. She was there with her friends, a bit drunk already by the way she was stumbling on her feet. They were playing pool, and she definitely seemed lost. Harry was definitely entertained, she was a cute lil’ thing to watch and after a couple of more minutes of him watching her struggle, their eyes met. Y/N smiled at him and he returned the smile, wondering if she knew him, if she knew who he was.

And even though his mind screamed to finish the drink and go, he went against that and walked over to Y/N. First, he kind of stood around and helped her by pointing which balls to hit in which direction. Her laugh was poisonous and he felt like he just met his own personal sunshine. After she lost the game successfully, but with less of an embarrassment, she looked at him, sipping from her pink drink.

“I’m Y/N!” she yelled over the loud music, chuckling, leaning more towards him. “You know your balls,” she added, but after realizing what she said, her eyes widened. Harry was trying not to burst out in laughter. He wasn’t so sure if she was this bubbly because of the alcohol in her blood, or it was just her character. But it was definitely a fresh air, of someone who didn’t think twice about the reputation, about people staring. She was her own person and it attracted him even more.

“I didn’t mean it, that way.”

“I didn’t even think about the other way of meaning.” Harry was enjoying the teasing and torture he was putting Y/N through back there. And it still was quite the legendary comment she made. He always made sure to remind her.

They spent the night together, Y/N wasn’t thinking much about who he was, but he was taking care of her throughout the night and even though they both tried to keep their hands and bodies to themselves, it didn’t necessarily work the way they intended.

And even though he asked for her number, he had a hard time texting her. He never really had one night stand. And he wasn’t stupid to bring fans into his hotel rooms. But with her, it was different. She insisted on paying for her drinks, she wasn’t asking all these career questions some people tended to ask.

And the time with her was flying by. He never felt as comfortable next to someone, as he did with her. Maybe it was her whole attitude towards fame. She never craved it, she was happy with her 9-5 job where she worked as an Advertisement Specialist, and that was it.

Sometimes she even spat out the I don’t know how you can handle it. When they were on a date and she noticed people taking pictures of them together. They also never publicly admitted to a relationship, Harry was private enough to go to twitter and confirm anything. And well Y/N didn’t really care to flaunt him on her social media. A few weeks ago, she even decided to go private and block all people she didn’t know that followed her. Simply because of the privacy she valued that much.

And she rarely invited him to her place. Simply because of her dog, she was anxious her pup wouldn’t like him. And it would break her heart. So it was usually dates and sleepovers at his place. She wanted to be sure with him, before taking him to her own apartment, to share that with him, and also introduced him to the little one.

She got her dog a few years ago, little puppy of mixed breed, possibly a Staffordshire terrier. Father probably unknown. And she was a problematic baby, always too anxious to trust people and dogs and everyone. But she knew it was the time to get those two together.

She invited him for the weekend, he made sure no one would bother them. Harry knew he was going to meet her dog and not her family. He wondered when will he ever be asked to meet her family if she waited a few months before letting him meet her dog. After he pulled over in front of her house, she giggled at the sight of his sports car parked at a street full of Toyotas.

She put her dog into the bathroom for a bit, made sure to put her on a leash so it would be safer to make them bond for a bit under control.

“So, some instructions. Don’t move suddenly, you could make her act out of instinct and bite, she never bit anyone, but I don’t want that to happen, okay?” she said with a tensed face, she was nervous. Harry nodded and kissed her lightly.

“Baby, she’s not a first dog I’m about to befriend. Dogs love me.”

“Yeah, yeah, everyone loves you. I just want to be sure, honey.” Y/N said and looked into his eyes.

“Okay, continue.” he smiled and caressed her cheek.

“She loves back rubbing, especially above her tail, and belly rubbings as well. And she loves to give kisses, so if she wants to give you few, let her but not anything too intimate you know. She’s sometimes too excited and would literally kiss you for ages. Also, don’t let her lick your feet. She’s sometimes too affectionate to humans she bonds with.” Harry let out a laugh.

After the instructions, she kissed Harry lightly and went to take her dog out of the bathroom, barely managing to keep up the pace, because the second the little one saw Harry, she was running towards him. Her tail wagging as crazy and she was letting out crying noises, trying to get to him faster.

Harry got on his knees, and the little furry friend didn’t hesitate to put her paws on his shoulders and basically give him a hug. He was rubbing her bag, cooing over how lovely she was.

“Who’s been a good doggo? Who’s been a good doggo? You! You’ve been a good doggie!” he lisped in higher pitched voice. Leaving Y/N to quietly laugh and nearly cry over the sight in front of her. Her dog loved Harry as much she did, maybe even more.

And even a few hours after the meeting, the black fur baby was following Harry everywhere. At some point, she even tried to go with him to the bathroom when he went to urinate.

“No, you can’t go there with me, buddy. No, don’t do those eyes. You can’t. Nah-ah. You can’t.” she heard him outside the bathroom, his voice few octaves higher than usual.

And after the dinner, where Harry tried to feed her grilled chicken without Y/N noticing, they went to watch some TV shows in bed. Followed by the four-legged friend.

“Is it okay if she sleeps with us in the bed? She usually stays at the legs for most of the time.” Harry was caught off guard, but in the second the pooch jumped on the bed and immediately laid in between Harry and Y/N, he lost his words and agreed quietly.

Sadly Y/N wasn’t the one cuddling to Harry for most of the night, she managed to hold his hand and cuddle her dog instead. And in the morning, she was awakened by Harry coming back from the walk with her dog, having just his shorts and cap on.

“You walked around like that in the neighborhood?” Y/N murmured exhausted.

“Yeah, it’s at least thirty degrees outside, we went for a jog,” he said excitedly, already making her feel as if they just became husband and wife.

“You’re going to make a lot of old ladies jealous that you’re not theirs.” Y/N laughed a bit and stretched in the bed.

“Are you going to be jealous, when they talk about your boyfriend in a thirsty way?” he said playfully, bending over for a kiss.

“God you’re so sweaty.” she laughed. “I might throw some punches if they do.”

“You’d be that aggressive you say, huh?”

“Always for you.” she leaned for a kiss, but at that moment a ball of dark fur jumped on the bed and started licking Harry’s face, demanding attention and affection from him. And maybe, just a little, Y/N started to feel a bit jealous. Of her own doggo.

But waking up in the middle of a night for a glass of water and see them cuddling was probably the softest view she ever had. And she couldn’t be upset too long when she saw the love in Harry’s had for both of them.

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nukagalreacts · 5 years

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Part Two of Fo4 Companions reacting to Sole having telepathy!

Alright y’all here is the final part thanks again for this request and hope you enjoy reading it!

Hancock: He did a double take at Sole when they started talking about telepathy and how they had it, then he looked at his jet container wondering if he hit it to hard and he was hearing shit. Sole rolled their eyes and said they were being serious and why else would they always know what he was thinking before he did or they completed missions so easily or could rat people out who were conspiring against him. He had always figured Sole just did a lot of digging around and spying. But in the end that wouldn’t make sense because they were around him 99% of the time, so telepathy didn’t seem so far fetched. Once he came down from his jet high they began talking more in depth with Hancock asking Sole question after question because he genuinely wanted to know everything about it and what it was like for Sole.

Piper: Piper was psyched to learn Sole had telepathy after her skepticism was put to rest by Sole proving their powers to her. Now getting real stories for her articles and making the people of Diamond city take her work seriously and making them aware was a breeze with Sole helping her out. It was easy for Sole to look into anyone’s mind and get leads or the scoop on whatever was going on, also they had dug up more scandals then they could keep track of and were able to expose corruption from within the city, successfully stopping it in its tracks. Piper owed a debt she would never be able to pay off for all the help Sole had given her and she knew it was sometimes risky for Sole to always use their powers like this because a good chunk of people were starting to wonder just how her and Sole were able to get all their information so quickly. No one but Piper though even was aware telepathy was even a thing, so for now Sole’s secret was safe.

Danse: Being kicked out under penalty of death from the Brotherhood had allowed Danse to be more open minded about everything out in the Commonwealth now that he wasn't being weighed down by creeds, rules and regulations. Sole figured it was safer now to reveal their telepathy to him after all they had been the one who knew Elder Maxson had wanted him killed before he even did and had gone out looking for Danse and found him first. Sole was always listening to Danse’s thought’s and whenever they heard him putting himself down for being a synth they would push their own positive thoughts about him into his head until the bad ones were completely drowned out. When he finally learned about the telepathy he kinda freaked out because he already knew for sure now that it was weird that he was always hearing Sole’s voice in his mind! Sole calmed him down though and said they only did it because they couldn’t stand seeing their best friend beat himself down all the time. Danse was less creeped out when Sole told him as such and it made him feel all warm inside that Sole cared about him so much that they always used their telepathy in such a way that benefited him.

Nick: Nick was one of those people who Sole couldn’t help but let them selves read his thoughts all the time because it wasn’t just his thoughts it was the old Nick’s thoughts as well. Nick didn’t know what was going on but recently he started always feeling like his mind wasn’t his own, almost like the feeling he got when Kellogg took over him for a brief moment, but not as unpleasant and more of a warm but curious presence. Overtime he got use to it and just figured it was his faulty wiring and decaying synth body, but he did find it odd that it only felt strange when Sole was around. When he brought the problem up to Sole he immediately noticed how sheepish Sole looked and how they were avoiding eye contact with him, he just kept staring at them waiting for a response before Sole blurted out that they had been looking into his mind with their telepathy abilities. Nick leaned back in his office chair, looking at Sole’s face for any signs that this was a joke before he really analyzed that they were dead serious. Sole nervously fidgeted with their hands as they apologized for looking into his thoughts and memories it was just they felt so drawn to him because it was two minds living in one body. Nick forgave them but preferred if they stayed out of his mind from now on and if they really wanted to know something they should just ask, for now though he wanted to hear more about this thing called telepathy.

Deacon: Sole tried to keep the usage of their telepathy to a minimum within the Railroad agency because everyone around them was already so paranoid and Sole didn’t want them to think they were un-trustworthy. Over time though it became harder and harder to not use their ability as much especially if a mission was going slow and they knew all they had to do was look inside someone’s head for the information they needed or put a well placed thought in Deacon’s head to nudge him off in the right direction. Sole finally got tired of keeping secrets from Deacon, sure he was a liar and kept a lot of things hidden about himself but over the past few months they had become rather close and Deacon had been really open with Sole. Deacon didn’t even act surprised when sole brought it up, stating he knew there was something different about Sole from the moment they met he just didn’t dig into it because he knew Sole would come to them when they were ready.

MacCready: Even though the world he lived in now was full of monsters and things that seemed to defy all logic he was a pretty superstitious man and was weary of anything that came off as supernatural, and Sole knew this so they never brought up the telepathy thing. Sole could understand that it unnerved a lot of people, but at the same time they wished more people could be understanding it’s not like they gave themselves this ability. It really started to wear Sole down having to hide a part of themselves away all the time and Mac caught on that something wasn’t right and he hated seeing Sole like this so he decided to have a talk with them. Sole felt so scared they were worried that Mac would hate them or call them a freak and leave forever, the exact opposite happened when they told him though. He couldn’t even begin to express to Sole how sorry he was that they felt this way and that he had come off as the kind of guy who would push them away or despise them for being different and he promised to do everything in his power to make it up to them.

Dogmeat: Sole always seemed to know what he was thinking and it made him so excited he had never come across a human that could understand doggo before! Sole knew when he was hungry, when he wanted to play or when he needed a good rest and they always saw to his every need. They worked really well in combat together to because Sole never had to shout out commands at him instead they could ambush enemies and Sole could just show Dogmeat what they wanted him to do instead which was a lot easier instead of screaming across the way or yelling over gunfire or grenades going off. Sole was always talking out loud and mentioning how glad they were to have telepathy in situations like this, he didn’t know what that was but if it made Sole happy he was happy! *insert tail wag*.

#Fallout 4 #Fo4 Companions #Fo4 companions react #Companions react blog #Fallout 4 request #sfw #Nick Valentine #Mayor Hancock #Deacon #Dogmeat #Piper #Paladin Danse #MacCready #ghoul #synth #telepathy #sosu #part 2 of 2

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imababblekat · 5 years

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Imagine The TFA Bots Reaction To Meeting Their S/O’s Giant Dog

Characters For Ask:

Tfa Bulkhead/ Tfa Prowl/ Tfa Jet Twins

Bulkhead:

Bulkhead can hear the deep borks before you're even in the base and he's hopping from pede to pede(much to the dismay of who's around him)

the big bot loves dogs, but especially big dogs, because while they're still technically smaller than him, it's not to the degree of with something like a corgi, or even a chiwawa!

you come walking in with this big ol floof and Bulk has to do a double take; wait? isn't that a bear?

the doggo gives his servo some very friendly, and excited licks and he knows right away that no it's not

love love looooves holding them in his palm!

they're so soft, and again due to them being a fairly large breed, actually fit perfectly in his servo

Bulkhead's pretty good at making art, and mixing things for construction/etc, so he uses those skills to make your furr budy some amazing treats!

it takes a while, and there are quite a bit of fails, but Bulkhead pushes on after making one good treat and seeing the way your best friend's eyes lit up and tail started to wag like there's no tomorrow

Prowl:

Prowls meditating when he hears your voice and feels your presence enter his room. . .along with something else!

his visor turns on and his expressions just (:O

everyone from Earth to Cybertron knows of this ninjabots love for animals, so when he sees the big dog sitting patiently beside you he's internally shaking

on the outside he's as calm as ever and holds out a servo for the floofer to sniff and eventually give sloppy kisses

he knows very well that the doggo isn't a bear, but he does see how one might think that; he secretly calls them Bear when no one's around, his lil nickname for them

is amazed by how big they are compared to you, and even just sitting by Sari still appear as a giant

even more amazed at how gentle they are when playing with the young girl and yourself; they could easily knock you both over but they play like their playing with an infant

Prowls favorite thing to do(besides meditate with them napping in his lap and keeping his legs warm), is teach them tricks; he once won your big budy a medal at the city fair

Jet Twins:

what is dog?? is that not bear??

those are the two reactions you get when you sneak your big, floofy dog on board Sentinels ship, besides excited squealing anyways

the two twins absolutely adore your pup, so much to the point they once knocked on your window at 3 in the morning just to play with them

they always come back from play dates covered in fur, and Sentinel hates it with every fiber of his being, because no matter how many times he hoses them down, it's a guarantee he'll find a hair somewhere on the ship(and sometimes on him!!)

they're favorite moment was when they caught you sleeping against your doggo, and your doggo curled around you asleep as well; they have a photo album of all the cute moments with you and bud

they practically beg Sentinel to let them get a dog, and after figuring you were the source for this Sentinel band you and your doggy from the ship; Jetfire and Jetstorm went on strike for a week

every time Sentinels team pays Earth a visit, the Jet Twins can be heard rushing to the base and begging Optimus to call you over with your floofer; they can't help it, the both of you are the highlights of their lives!

~xXx~

#tfa bumblebee x reader #tfa bulkhead #tfa prowl x reader #tfa prowl #tfa jet twins x reader #tfa jet twins #tfa jetstorm #tfa jetfire #transformers animated imagine #transformers animated #transformers imagine #maccadam #dog #human reader #imagine #headcannons #request #anon request #imababblekat's writing

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cinnamonsugarsheith-blog · 6 years

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Tried something a liiiittle different with this one. Prompt was vet!Shiro. (I think she was expecting something like Yukinayee’s AU, but got this instead. In which our collective children are presh.

Warnings: Basically my toeing the waters of writing ASD!Keith. Mentioned character death, therapy doggos, disjointed fic~ Rating: Teen Pairings: Sheith, historical Shadam

Keith was anxious. He knows he shouldn't be anxious. Rosie is a great girl. But Dr Shirogane was a new vet, and even though Matt assured him he was a really nice guy, and Keith was sure he was... But they'd been seeing Dr Allura since Rosie's very first puppy shots... Keith sighed in relief as he pushed the door open and saw Matt at the receptionist desk--err not Matt. Girl Matt? Matt came through the employee door behind it. "Oh hey Keith!! This is my baby sister Pidge. She's doing her summer internship here!" The girl pushed her glasses up her nose and gave him a smile. Her name tag said Katie. This was too many new people in one day... "H-hi" he stuttered "I'm Keith." A hard swallow. "And this is Rosie." He gestured at the compact pit sitting calmly at his feet. Katie-Pidge stood up and peeked over the counter. "Well aren't you a pretty girl?" She offered Rosie a treat and Matt disappeared into the back to let the doctor know they were in.

Matt waved them back into a room and took Rosie to get her weight. When he returned Keith helped him lift her onto the table. She wasn't very big, but she was solid, and Matt, he would joke, was a string bean. Keith looped her leash around the holder and pet her to distract her from being so high up. He heard a soft click and looked up to see a man, Dr Shirogane, coming in. He was a head taller than Keith and wider and the white coat was pulling across his shoulders over his black scrubs. "Hi, I'm Dr Takashi Shirogane. You can just call me Dr Shiro though. You must be Keith? And Rosie?" Keith curled his fingers more tightly around Rosie's collar. "That's us." "Allura has all sorts of wonderful notes about the two of you in her file. I'm glad you decided to stay with the practice.” His hand landed firmly on Keith's shoulder. "Just an annual today, right? Nothing you want me to look at extra close?" He held his hand out to Rosie, waiting for her to give him a sniff and an excited tail wagging before petting her head. "Just the usual. I have her ESA recert papers too, if you don't mind." "Of course. My Kuro's are up this year too, too bad I can't sign my own." He laughed and gently pulled Rosie's mouth open to look at her teeth. Keith squirmed a little and glanced at Dr Shiro's metal hand, holding one of Rosie's ears back so gently. "They're connected," he said softly. "What, I--" "My arm and having an ESA. It's okay. I don't mind." Shiro gave him a calm smile and went back to peering into Rosie's ear. Keith felt himself burning with embarrassment. He mentally talked himself through how he must have gotten weird looks and questions all the time and how its not that embarrassing to get caught looking at such a high tech prosthetic and... Talking himself through it was not working as well as he was telling himself it was.

Dr Shiro signed the ESA papers and handed them back to Keith once he'd finished checking Rosie over. "Um, Keith, this..." Shiro rubbed the back of his neck as Keith folded up the papers and shoved them into his back pocket. "This isn't standard, but uh... Would you like to get coffee? I'm new in town and... Well I'm sure you know how hard it is to find people who want to socialize when you always have a dog with you." He gave Keith a smile. Rosie nudged his hand, making him remember he needed to respond. "Yes! Yes please-- I--" he reached up and scrubbed his hand over his face. "Coffee would be good." Dr Shiro’s friendly smile was too bright and his hand was on his shoulder again. "Relax. No pressure." He held a card out to Keith. Keith took it, unsure of when a number had been scribbled on the back in dying black pen, and left with a quiet “thanks.” Matt checked them out and gave him a wink, mouthing 'call him!'

-o-

"Well," Dr Coran started during their session two days later, "I take it since we are talking about it now, that you haven't called him?" Keith sighed. "I suck at talking to people. I've been seeing you for three years now and it took the better part of that to get comfortable. I can't even keep a normal friendship, let alone date." "What about Lance?" Keith snorted. "The jerk whose ass I kick in WoW every other day? Hardly. He thinks we are sworn enemies." "Well then what about Hunk?" Keith hummed. Hunk lived next door and brought him cookies and Tupperware full of delicious food in exchange for watching his apartment when he flew out to Hawaii to spend the winters with his family. Hunk.... Hunk could be a friend. "Maybe." "Or Matt?" Keith shook his head. He'd never seen Matt outside of where he worked, even though they followed each others social media now. Matt's little sister had friended him the other day, but he hadn't decided what to do about that. She seemed nice, and she liked Rosie. Coran sighed. "Keith, if he needs a support companion, he's bound to have as many difficulties as you do. Especially with having lost a limb. It might do you well to find someone besides me to talk to about things?" Keith nodded. "Can I?" He held up his phone. "Please!" There was a twinkle in Corans eye as Keith tapped out a quick message. Hey, This is Keith. Rosie's owner. Would you like to go to the park sometime? He held the phone out for Corans approval. He handed it back with a nodd. Keith took a deep breath and hit send.

The response was almost instant. I'd like that a lot. Maybe Voltron Metro park? It's not too far from the office. I could pick you up if you wanted though? Keith made a noise that had Coran lifting an eyebrow and he waved the phone in front of the therapist. Coran only laughed good naturedly. "That, my boy, is called a gentleman!" Keith's phone pinged again. Or we could meet at the office, or if you'd prefer to drive that's okay too. Whatever you want. And again. Sorry to be so weird, I don't get out very much. :o) That had Keith smiling. Who used o noses on their smileys anymore? He shared the thought with Coran who insisted that was a perfectly normal thing to do. Keith had a small smile when he typed out... If we meet at the office it has to be a day Matt doesn't work. :) Good point! Would tomorrow work? Text me your address, I get off at 6. :o) Sounds good Keith felt like throwing up as soon as he hit send and dropped to the space between Corans armchair and the coffee table next to Rosie. He looped his arms around her neck. What on Earth had he just done. He felt Coran move around to sit on the couch, hand lightly touching his shoulder blade. "It'll be all right. And if not, then you will do better next time. Would you like to schedule for the day after tomorrow just in case? I'm sure I can fit you in." Keith nodded. "Just in case."

Shiro pulled up in front of his apartment building at 6:45. A hulking black Sheppard sat in the back seat. Shiro got the dog out of the car and let him and Rosie sniff each other out for moment before shoving them into the back seat together. But they made seemingly fast friends, easily starting to yip playfully and tug on ears as they tussled. "She thinks she's bigger than him, doesn't she?" Shiro laughed at the antics as he and Keith got back into the front. "Definitely." "So, Keith, what do you do?" "I'm a student.... Should I um... Dr Shiro still or?" "Oh just Shiro is fine!" Shiro laughed. "This is social. What do you study?" "Astronomy and aeronautics." "That's amazing. Do you want to be an astronaut?" "Oh I uh... I couldn't. ASD and needing Rosie and all that. Maybe design rocket ships or something though." Shiro smiled. "I was a pilot before I was a vet. Briefly anyways." He held up his arm as if to explain. "My boyfriend at the time was too and he was ASD. It’s definitely still an option, Keith.” This was too deep for first date? Social outing? He hummed noncommittally. "How did you go from being a pilot to a vet?" "Well after wallowing for a month, my brother dragged me to a therapy group. They talked about service animals and stuff, but being a vet didn't click until I was offered a full ride at a school of my choice due to my injuries. Basically the Garrison didn't want to get sued." He snorts. "Nine years later and I'm a vet!"

When they got to the park they walked around the outskirts of a field centered with a jungle gym. The dogs romped along beside them, pouncing each other and playfully chasing. Keith watched them fondly, playing nervously with the leash he had brought along in case. "Do you mind if I...?" He gestured towards Keith's hand. "I'm sorry about being so touch forward at your appointment. I know that can be... A problem." Keith glanced and offered his hand. This he could do. Coran would be so proud. A blush stained Shiro's face. "Is this a date?" The blush darkened. "I-if you want it to be?" Keith surveyed him. "I would like that." He was definitely doing that thing. That made most people freak out. Where he said things too plainly. Mmmm Shiro must have been uncomfortable if he was blushing. Maybe he should stop talking. Shiro gave him a fond smile. "You remind me so much of Adam..." Keith tilted his head in question. "Um my uh... Copilot. During the crash." He flexed his hand tellingly. "And my boyfriend."

Shiro bought them coffee's from a snack vendor and they settled together under a tree, the dogs curled together nearby. Kuros much larger form curled completely around Rosie's wriggling one. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable earlier, Keith." It's okay was the right thing to say in this situation. He took Shiro's hand instead. Shiro gave it a gentle squeeze. "I have to get used to being uncomfortable to make things more comfortable..." "I suppose that’s true. But I wouldn't want to overwhelm you..." Keith swirled his coffee in it's paper cup and gave a crooked smile. "I think I wouldn’t mind that so much."

Keith positively gushed about Shiro and Kuro at his appointment the next day. Coran talked him through his feelings about the initial stages of relationships, friendships and romantic ones, and wished him luck. Keith found himself on park benches with Shiro into the evenings with more and more frequency through the next months. Shiro never pressed past holding his hand, and Keith had initiated tucking himself close to Shiro's side with Shiro's arm wrapped tightly around his shoulder. "I want to kiss you." Keith said one day, when he climbed into Shiro's car. Shiro made a choking noise. "Keith?" "Can I?" There was a look of determination on his face. "Of course." Keith turned in his seat, and pushed himself into Shiro's space. Before fumbling with where to put his hands. Shiro gently helped guide them to his shoulders. Keith licked his lips nervously and leaned forward. It was a feather light brush and when Keith pulled back Shiro was twitching with his effort not to chase him. "Can I?" He asked before cupping Keith's chin. Keith nodded and Shiro leaned up, gently pulling him close again. He kissed Keith chastely, sweetly. Brushed his fingers across his cheek and into soft black hair. He let Keith pull back after a moment. Keith situated himself back into the passenger seat and Shiro pulled out of the parking lot without saying anything else. It could wait for the park bench under the stars, when Keith tucked himself against Shiro's side to hide from the cooling autumn and let Shiro run his fingers through his hair.

And they did... Shiro nuzzled into Keith's neck, planting soft kisses. Keith felt at ease and snuggled close to the older man. "I like this." "Me too, baby..." Shiro was enjoying each touch he didn't feel Keith flinch away from and had his fingers tangled in his hair. "Thank you for trusting me." Keith hummed. "I like when you play with my hair." "It's very soft." Shiro gently pulled Keith into his lap. "Special conditioner. Lance recommended it. I told him it sucked." Shiro laughed at that. "I like that too... When you laugh." "Stars are coming out, baby." Shiro glanced towards the sky. Keith looked up and took one of the hands circled around him. He used Shiro's hand to point out different stars and rattled off facts about them. When they finally made their way back to Shiro's car, sleepy puppies in tow, Keith looked at Shiro rather bashfully. "I want you to stay." "Stay?" "At my apartment." He noticed Shiro's heavy swallow. "Keith, we kissed for the first time today... I don't want to rush anything." Keith shook his head. "No pressure." He quipped back to that first day in the exam room. Shiro got it and leaned across the middle console to press a playful smooch to Keith's cheek. Keith grinned and scrambled to kiss Shiro in turn. "You're sure?" Shiro surveryed him carefully when they pulled up to the apartment building. "Yes." Keith tugged Shiro's hand shyly as he unlocked his front door. "This is cosy." Shiro toed off his shoes and looked around the little studio apartment. Most of the walls were littered with star charts and posters of nebulas. Kuro began sniffing everything out and wagging his tail. Rosie planted herself as the foot of the bed, on a red throw that was very clearly Hers. Shiro let himself be pulled over to Keiths unmade bed, and let the smaller man cocoon them in blankets. "This is nice." Shiro rubbed his hands slowly but firmly over Keith's back. Keith made a quiet noise and pushed himself up, hovering over Shiro. "This is okay?" "Yeah, baby, this is perfect." Keith leaned down to kiss him with a smile that made Shiro's chest hurt. "Can you stay?" He whispered, tucking himself back around the older man. "If that's what you want... I should probably warn you that sometimes I have nightmares." "Oh... What do I do... If that happens?" "Talk to me, don't startle me... Sometimes I lash out. Kuro usually barks to wake me up." Keith nodded seriously. "Do you want...not jeans?" "I'm not sure I'll fit in your pants, baby..." Keith hummed and sat up. His hands were on Shiro's waistband, unbuttoning and unzipping and tugging before Shiro could process it. "Jeans aren't comfortable." Shiro chuckled. Keith always wore track pants. He supposed he wasn't wrong though. He helped Keith get them off and let the boy settle back against him. "Thank you, Keith." "You’re welcome...For what?" "Letting me into your space, baby." Kuro hopped up on the bed then, settling next to Rosie along their legs.

Keith slept easier than usual that night, and Shiro slept more soundly. They only woke up when the dogs started whining to go out, and Shiro pulled his jeans back on and sleepily nuzzled into the back of Keith's neck at the doorway while they watched the dogs pad out into the grass. "Next time, maybe you can stay at my house?" "Okay." Keith said simply, relaxing against Shiro. "It's Saturday... Do you want to do something together? Besides go to the park?" They ended up at an arcade. Keith was way too good at racing games, and Shiro handed Keith his ass on a platter at the fighting games. They had dropped Rosie and Kuro at Shiro's and Keith talked absently about how one day he'd have a yard like that for Rosie to run in. Shiro had to hold his tongue on saying he would for this to be Rosie's yard too. He was finding more and more that Keith made him act without thinking. And knew eventually it would probably be to Keith's detriment. So for now he kept the thought to himself.

Shiro knew his luck had run out when he sat up in a cold sweat at 3am. He'd been dreaming about Adam. The crash.

Kuro pushed into his lap and Keith sat close, but not touching, trembling just as hard as Shiro. His hands were gripped tightly around Rosie's collar.

"I'm sorry," Shiro said thickly.

Keith knew this was where he was supposed to say 'its okay.'

This time he said it, and touches Shiro's arm with the lightest fingertip graze.

"You loved him."

"I did... Do... In a way."

Keith made a small noise.

"I think I love you."

Maybe not all his luck had run out...

"I think I love you too, Keith."

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