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boxwinebaddie · 5 months

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do you support the marjorine-is-taller-than-kenny agenda

oh, 100%, babey! ( im the short kenny, tall marj agenda )

like do you know how BADLY i want kenny to give off tall, mysterious stranger energy, like dirtiest white boy in america, slimmer than jim, smirky, leaning over the hood of cars, chain link fence, chain smoking cigarettes, trailer park pretty, putting the slender in slenderman...

BUT THERE JUST AINT NO WAY BABY!!!!

the mccormicks are eatin wheathins as bread like if you whip out a ritz cracker around kenny that is Fine Dining for him, i mean that. like he is malnourished as fuck like probably barely missed fetal alcohol syndrome he is nooooooot...tall.

like he is giving Short King. like shorter than stan which is saying something because i made pep!stan like 5'8 and 3/4 ( listen those 3/4 mean a lot to him let him have those...its all he can reach xx )

like kenny is honestly giving 5'6"-5'7"

which at first i was...hm idk...BUT ACTUALLY I LIKE THAT BETTER? because i feel tall kenny could just give Well Thats Just A Tall Medium Ugly White Boy but short kenny??? i know that man has the moves.

like charms oozes out of every pore, everyones pants hit the floor, rizz level 10000%, like he cuts his hair with rusty kitchen scissors but it some how looks like mullet modern art, the little gap between his front teeth is like where most people want to LIVE, i feel like his voice is crazy oceanic levels of deep. like that shit ~REVERBERATES~

kenny was S TIER on the cfpom fight list ( one bc he could probably seduce u out of the fight or steal whatever he needs off of you ) but mostly bc i feel like he could probably knock u out in one go but will probably jump around and watch you swing and miss and hit yourself in the face before hes finally like i'm bored, sweet dreams <3 LMAO

i feel like anytime some douchebag is like yeah whatever ur short! hes like ok ask your girl how tall i was last night ;) KHDLKSHLD AAAAA

anyways short king kenny nation i could write Essays!!!! abt this

BUT TALL GIRL MARJ!!!!!! okay okay okay....so marj is def like 5'11"

like cfpom heights

kyle: idk i forgot how tall i said kyle was anywhere btween 6'1-3 TALL

*insert stan wowza noise* i maintain that style would have made out way more if drunk stan could reach kyles face...we were robbbed

marj: 5'11"

stan: 5'8 AND THREE QUARTERS SOMETIMES THE DOCS GIVE HIM LIKE AN INCH OR TWO IF HES 5'10 ITS A REALLY GOOD DAY FOR HIM TELL HIM HE LOOKS TALL PLS josh hutcherson energy

kenny: 5'6" i said what i said argue with ur mom, dad or grandmama

cartman: hes like 5'4" idk so much evil in that compact body

but i feel like marj hit a massive growth spurt in like 7th grade and shot up past EVERYONE and it was like...woah. and i think it just made marj really dysphoric unfortunately because i think she got a lot of random attention for getting tall but was very awkwardly fumbling around in that body, not confident, feeling all wrong :(

went on a lot of weird blind dates with bible studies girls...was really unhappy and felt kind of like a freak im so sad i love you marmar

also linda stotch i guess is petite satan and makes fun of women for being tall or not uwu small and dainty and men for not being super macho and masc ( stephen is probably scary tall ) so being tall was always this uncomfortable thing for her like it made her ugly :((((((

which is insane because kenny was like WOOF WOOF WOOF BARK BARK AWOOGA AWOOGA ONE CHANCEONECHANCEONECHNCE TALL LADY STEP ON ME PLEASE IM ON MY KNEEEEEEEEEEEES

he was...in heat for all of high school. i wish i was kidding.

kenny x stan x kyle x jersey x raven x horny boy max security prison

( off topic but i DO think pep!kenny has kissed both stan and kyle, uh stan we have SEEN [ too much, i do think they get a little handsy when drunk smh, physical touch kings ] and uh...a past kyle was trying to...test a theory...a queery...and kenny had a really good answer...stan is going to be jealous no one tell him about that OOF )

but after her transition i think marj is enjoying living large, being like 6 billion feet tall in high heels, picked kenny up by the scruff on the back of his neck and just carries him like a the world most beautiful knock off birkin bag and i support the simp short kenny agenda...i also think that marjorine is much scarier than kenny or even kyle

i think marj is nice and classy but if u try to grab her ass she will put you in the hospital and be like woopsie do! <3 SHES SCARY IN A BLESS YOUR HEART SOUTHERN LADY WAY I WOULDNT TRY IT

marj being tall is so near and dear to me, i just feel like kenny is always looking up to her and chasin after her and when they were little kids she was like smitten in love with him, he hung the moon if he looked at her once a month but in high school she was like im not playing these little games with you kenneth mccormick! no sir! when you're done runnin' around you can call me then but watch out i might not answer xx CLEEEEEEEEEEEEARED HIM LIKE WHEW!

( she also full names everyone like stan has never been stan, stanley forever, kenny is kenneth, cartman is eric, kyle is kyle...period. )

aNYWAYS! it worked she whipped the hell out of him amen...BUT YES SHORT KENNY TALL MARJ SUPREMACY OR AT LEAST THATS HOW IT IS IN MY FANFICS GET WITH IT OR GET STEPPIN

-uncle nina, short queen...unfortunately...i act 6'1" tho

p.s. kenjorine and style def do double dates otherwise known as marj and kyle taking their boyfriends out for a walk...woopsie do! <3

#i had too much to say abt this #HELL YA TALL MARJ SHORT KENNY #like something abt kenny being like 5 nothing and rizzing the hell out of everyone is so real #he is tall enough to ride that ride #i am obsessed w him #i also love tall modelesqe marj towering over everyone in heels hanging out w kyle #marj is like wow im so happy to be here and kyle is like everything sucks im going to kill everyone at the same height #theyre both at the function facepalming watching kenny and stan do messy party boy things and take turns dding #im talking too much i hope this makes sense #also i am sort of attached to dirtiest white boy in america mcwhoremick #but i DOOOO see the asian kenny panderverse vision and i might canonically change that in rm but im not sure #ITS THE REP WE DESERVE #also re: kenny and kyle kissing i think kyle was in like 8th/9th grade had not kissed another boy #and was like kenny...i think i may...be a massive gaywad #and kenny was like baby...i have been known...but yes u can kiss me about it SKLDHLKHDS #and he was like whEw yep THANK YOU i am sorry i called u stan and kenny was like disrespectful i have way more ass than that but ur welcome

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sunghun · 3 years

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brb going absolutely FERAL over this

#woof woof bark bark or whatever the kids are saying these days #no but i am literally just aldjeisjfjwj like smth about him turns me into a ***** iykyk #elle.txt

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athyathye · 3 years

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TokyoRev Characters reacting to 'cute things you do'

(Shinichiro, Mikey and Chifuyu)

Author's note 📝: fluffy~

Warnings ⚠️: some curse words but nothing too serious.

Shinichiro :

The oldest of the Shinichiro siblings certainly was weak to women.

But he was weakest towards you, And sometimes you just have to take full advantage of that.

From piggy-back rides to food, he’d do just about anything for you. No questions asked.

As long as it was within his reach, and I mean within reach. He wouldn’t hesitate to even take a beating for it.

He’s what you’d call a natural simp. Down bad horrendous.

Just one little pout from you and he’s gone.

There was one time, you guys were hanging out in his room.

While you were depriving him of his cuddles for a dog game, I kid you not this man had stared at you for like 5 minutes straight then just started barking just to get your attention.

Mans wasn’t even the last bit ashamed.

That was when little 5-year old Mikey came in. He stared at your figure which was just laughing so much while holding your stomach, then staring at his brother he caught...woofing.

He quietly closed the door, and pretended to never see that...for a day at least, after like a week he began retelling that story to everyone he knew just so he wouldn’t forget it.

Now let’s get back to you.

This time, while he was giving a pep talk to his gang. You were on his motorcycle, just chilling on it while listening to music.

You were leaning on the front part, next to the handle bars as both your hands cradled your face.

He felt a stare burning through him and looked towards the source.

Only to see you cutely grinning at him with obvious love in your eyes.

He stopped for a moment, feeling extremely flustered over the sight of you cutely grinning on his precious motorcycle in one scene .

You could see the fresh color of red travelling through his neck up to his face.

Then you did what you had to do.

Right at the beat of the song you were listening to, you winked.

Furthering your smile after just to see him turn into a messy pile of goo.

It was fun, you had to admit.

You watched as blood started to rush out of his nose.

He had to hold on to one of his lackeys for support as they all thought he was going to faint from how red he was becoming.

Though you could hear the sound of whistles and teasing in the area.

Mikey

Bets were common among friend groups.

Those types of bets that had consequences, where the loser would have to do something extremely mortifying, or the winner who gets whatever he desires.

This was no different in the main people of Toman

A bet was made, and ultimately Mikey lost.

Now what was his consequence you ask?

Draken had the bright idea of making him say yes to his significant other for the whole day, seeing as he was kind of neglecting you because of Toman business (Yay for Draken)

The rest of them agreed, it was funny anyway, and plus you had the gnarliest ideas sometimes, ideas that would make them question your sanity sometimes.

Though they won’t lie, your definition of fun was indeed fun, applicable to those who liked the spontaneous events that occur in one sitting.

So now, Draken was the one who called you to hangout with them.

Once you were there, you could see the very reluctant Mikey, your own boyfriend, looking like he was avoiding you.

You noticed because he didn’t run and hug you as a greeting.

“Mikey, babe you ok?” you had asked, feeling a bit worried.

Though you saw most of the members look away, with the exception of Mitsuya and Draken only looking at you with an amused smile.

“Yes,” he said monotonously.

“...ok..” you looked at him, askanced with his sudden behavior

“...I brought you guys snacks” You showed the plastic bag you were holding, “I picked a dorayaki for you mikey.” you smiled at him.

“Yes.” He had said once more, you could see the rest of the gang struggling to hide their chuckles.

“...Can I borrow your phone?” You asked, already feeling like there was something going on.

“Y-yes.” He had said once unceremoniously once again

“Can I play with your hair?” Gone was your worried expression as it turned into a cheshire grin.

He looked like he was about to say no, but he saw the looks he was getting from his friends and sighed.

Fast forward, here he was now, with colorful bright hairpins and tight braids he knew was gonna hurt his scalp later.

But you looked so happy doing it that he just held back the words he wanted to say.

Though you could see your friend group snickering and pointing at mikey for the last 5 minutes now.

To which he held up a middle finger too.

He felt a finger touch him and looked up.

There you were, grinning above his face, your eyes turning into crescents as you touched his middle finger with your index.

*poof*

“Pfft- I think Mikey blew a fuse!”

Uncontrolled laughter was heard after a short moment of silence.

Chifuyu

I’ve been so mean to this baby boy lately lol.

It wasn’t surprising at all to Toman, when you guys announced you were going out.

It didn’t take a genius to see the lingering stares and blushy smiles you both threw each other around them.

So when one day they saw him with your favourite pen (They knew because you were always seen only using it)

They put two and two together and yeah.

Even Mikey who was kind of slow at this stuff knew.

Though, as time went on it looked like most of the time both of you didn’t enjoy PDA, or rather both of you were too shy to initiate it.

So they began pushing each other, making plans to make you two experience a super cliche romantic scene, because honestly, they need some romance in their life.

It started with the good old, push person A to person B, to which failed miserably, because they didn’t calculate stuff well.

What happened was, you were sitting down, leaning on a tree admiring the scene of nature above you when suddenly, you got almost squished to death by the suddenness of Chifuyu’s weight crashing down on you.

You wheezed as you tried to push Chifuyu away from your body as he apologized profusely.

The next...well…

While you were walking down a corridor, you tripped on Mikey’s foot that was “coincidentally” in your way.

Causing you to fall, grabbing what was nearest to you… Chifuyu’s pants.

Revealing his cat-patterned boxers that was exposed to everyone present.

Needless to say Chifuyu had already yelled at them to knock it out.

Chifuyu was still mad at them even after a few hours, and when it was time for them to leave.

You had suddenly shouted his name

They all looked back to see you on the rooftop with a friend behind you.

You smiled at him, your hands coming up to your mouth.

Forming an ‘o’ shape with them you pretended to bite it, only for you to turn it into a heart at the same time.

You reached your hands above your head for a better angle.

Bruh even the rest of Toman blushed at your display, feeling the romantic excitement they had tried so hard to create.

Chifuyu felt the case of a huge number of butterflies surging through his stomach.

He gave you a wide winning smile, a smile so beautiful you had to wonder if his cheeks hurt.

Good job y/n!

#tokyo revengers x reader #mikey x reader #manjiro sano x reader #shinichiro x reader #shinichiro sano x reader #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu matsuno x reader

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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Idk if you’re still taking Bucky requests, but I came across a quote and I feel in love with it because it just screamed Bucky to me. It read: “there is nothing as beautiful as seeing someone who has been unlucky, finally being loved so effortlessly by the right person” if this sparks anything in you, I would love to read it 💜

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 1.9k

Warnings | dad!Bucky, slight language, slight suggestive theme

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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Bucky bit back a yawn as he closed the car door and headed towards the front door. The smell of spring, the freshly mowed grass and blooming flowers overwhelmed his senses along with the warm summer sun hitting his skin. This was nice, he realized, the calculated simplicity and domestic nature of it all. He hiked his bag on his shoulder, the gold in his vibranium arm glinting brilliantly in the slowly dying light of the day. He didn’t bother to hide it anymore, somehow long past that part of his life. At one point he never thought he’d reach that point in his life and now he had the world in front of him.

Walking up the stairs, he smiled to himself as he could already smell something delicious cooking through the open windows. In a vain attempt to keep the household from falling into complete and utter chaos, he slowly opened the door and tried to tip-toe inside. He managed to get about two feet inside and kick off his work boots before he heard an exciting squeal followed by a few loud woofs.

The pitter-patter of two small feet and four paws quickly reached him as Falcon, the trusted family dog, and Emily, your oldest daughter, ran down the hall towards him. Any stress he had remaining quickly melted away at the sight of two of his favorite beings as they almost knocked him over in their rush.

“Daddy!” an excited shout was followed by another bark. He bent down and scooped the small girl in his arms, the weight of the world off his shoulders as she wrapped her little arms around his neck, “hi daddy, you’re home!”

“Of course I am,” he propped her on his hip and studied her sweet little face. She took after him with his dark unruly hair and ocean eyes, but the rest he swore was all you, especially that sweet smile, “I’ll always come home to my sweetest girl. Did you have a good day, baby?”

“Yeah,” she nodded excitedly as he brushed her hair out of her face and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “mama and I painted and then we planted some new flowers. She said she picked them out because they reminded her of you!”

“She did, did she?” he couldn’t stop the grin that spread from ear to ear as his heart fluttered in his chest. Even to this day you still managed to make him weak in the knees and set off butterflies in his belly. He held Emily tightly in his grip as he bent down to give Falcon a few pets, causing the dog to rub against his legs as he wagged his tail, “what would I do without my little hellraisers?”

“Mama says that’s a bad word!” Emily looked at him with wide eyes and he chuckled softly before holding a finger to his lips.

“It’s our little secret,” he whispered as she nodded, “do you know why this secret is okay?”

“Because it’s not gonna hurt anyone,” she asked as he nodded. She gave him a wide gap toothed grin as he set her back down, “will you play with me later, daddy? Falcon wants to have a tea party!”

“Of course,” he promised his daughter as she held tightly onto his hand, “now go and get cleaned up for dinner. It smells like it should all be done soon.”

“Okie dokie,” she dropped his hand and motioned for Falcon to follow her instead, practically bouncing up the stairs.

Bucky sighed in content as he shook his head before slowly making his way into the kitchen where he was sure you were. He found at the island, brows furrowed in concentration as you chopped vegetables for the salad. Your baby boy was slung around your chest, and despite the commotion from Bucky’s entrance, he was fast asleep. A lump welled up in his throat as he watched the sight. It would be nothing special to most people, but to him it was everything.

You looked so beautiful, even in your sweatpants and t-shirt with your hair a chaotic bun as you hummed to the baby under your breath. You looked tired and he felt bad for a moment; leaving you with a toddler and a baby was a ton of work and he would have gladly stayed home with you and helped, but you were insistent that he work if he wanted. You’d never hold it against him, he knew that.

As soon as you sensed you his presence in the kitchen, you turned to him and gave him a soft smile, and his own features softened even more, “hello, my love. I’m so glad you’re so home!”

You set down the knife before slowly making your way over to him, careful not to disturb the baby as he immediately leaned down to kiss you. Your whole body was practically humming from his touch as you stole you a few more kisses, “rough day? You should have called me and I could have come home, honey baby.”

“It wasn’t bad actually,” you promised, watching with nothing but adoration in your eyes as he stroked Stevie’s chubby little cheek, “the chaos duo was on their best behavior today and the little one has been sleeping most of the day. I think he wore himself out from all his fussing last night.”

“Miracles do happen,” he laughed lightly as his hand went to your face and he gently stroked your cheek. You grinned at him, keening into his touch like a cat to the sun, “you are so beautiful.”

“Shut up,” you playfully pushed his chest before hiding your face behind your hands. Funny, how even after all this time he still managed to make you feel nervous and shy, “I’m in my ugliest mom clothes which I’m pretty sure these sweats have permanent puke stains, I haven’t showered today and I look like I haven’t slept in five years. Hardly beautiful.”

“You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on regardless of all of that,” he insisted softly, reaching for your hands and pulling them away from your face. Your whole body flushed with pleasant warmth as you looked into his eyes, “and I love you more than anything in this world.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause I let you knock me up twice,” you joked as he playfully rolled his eyes, “god, Bucky, how do you still make me feel like this?”

“Like what?” he asked as he slowly moved to undo the sling from your chest and take the baby from you. Stevie made a few small sounds before cuddling up on Bucky’s chest.

“Like I’m still falling in love with you every day,” you whispered as you leaned in and let him wrap arm around you as well. He kissed the top of your head before sighing in content, “I guess I am. We’re a little different every day - we’re definitely not the same fools from when we first met, huh?”

“I mean, we’re married and have kids, and the whole you know, typical suburban thing going on,” he teased, “so I’d say we’re pretty different. But you’re still my favorite pain in the ass.”

“James!” your eyes widened before the two of you broke into a fit of giggles, “I will get you back for that later!”

“Oh, I definitely count on it,” he promised, “now, go and take a few moments to yourself, shower or whatever, and I’ll finish dinner and get the kiddos and Falcon settled.”

“Whatever would I do without you, my love?”

“I think the better question is what would I do without you, honey baby?”

You blew him a little kiss as you all but ran towards the stairs in order to fit in a quick shower. Sometimes even ten minutes of peace and quiet would suffice. Bucky watched you go with a soft smile on his face, before turning his attention back to his softly cooing son, “your mama’s the best person in this entire world, I hope you always know that.”

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“What?” you could feel Bucky’s eyes on your back as you brushed your teeth in the bathroom en suite. He was sitting in bed, winding down with some television as he waited for you, “I can feel you checking out the goods, Barnes.”

“That’s because I am,” you could practically hear the cheeky smirk in his voice, “it’s not wrong to admire, is it?”

“You’re too much,” you dried your face off before making your way back over to him. He offered you a lazy smile as he pulled back your side of the blankets and made room for you. You were only wearing his shirt and a pair of old cotton panties but he was watching you like you were the best in this world. Because to him - you were. The end all and be all, “James? What’s wrong, honey?”

“Nothing,” he whispered as he immediately reached for you and gently pulled you into his lap. You made a small sound of surprise but easily gave into his touch, “nothing at all. I’m perfect.”

“Hmm,” you leaned in and pressed a light kiss to his plump lips, gently tugging on his dog tags, “me too. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this, but I kind of like you a lot.”

“Is that why you married me? Had two kids with me? Got the dog?” he raised a brow as you carded a hand through his dark locks, scratching lightly at his scalp, “I bet it was all for the dog.”

“He didn’t hurt,” you joked, gently stroking his cheek, “but you aren’t so bad either. I love you, Bucky. So much. I hope you know. I hope you know you deserve this, everything we have - the whole world.”

“I…” he paused for a moment, suddenly feeling overwhelmed as you showed him so much tenderness and delicate love, “I love you too.”

“Hey,” you put your hand under your chin and turned his face up towards yours, “I mean it James Buchanan Barnes. You have been through so much, so much that other people forced on you, and you deserve happiness. You deserve all the happiness this world has to offer. I know you have some bad days, and I understand that, but I want you to know I will always be here for you and I will always love you. You are my best friend, my husband, the father of my children, you are my everything.”

“I don’t deserve you,” he took your hand in his and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“Yes,” you insisted softly, “you do, James.”

“I-”

“How about for one moment you hush up,” you pushed him back against the headboard and pressed a few gentle, lazy kisses to his lips, “and just listen to me. And let me love you.”

“I love you, honey baby.”

“I love you too, James.”

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sohotthateveryonedied · 4 years

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psssst got any headcanons about the batkids being turned into animals for a day thanks to some fucked up magic rogues?? (i saw you reblogged some of that shifter au so i had to get your thoughts on this because uhhhhh i need it)

(i’m expanding it to a week because this au deserves as much content as i can give it holy shit i love it already)

dick gets turned into a golden retriever and he is having the time of his life. his only responsibility now is wagging his tail when he’s happy and barking at the mailman. no stress. no worries. he can do whatever he wants now. dick will run up and down the stairs fifty times for no fucking reason and has an absolute blast. he will plop on bruce’s lap while he’s trying to work and take a nap there and bruce can’t do a single thing about it. just sits there under the weight of his giant fluffy son.

dick tries to call wally and invite him over to the manor so they can play frisbee but all he can communicate is with woof woof bark. so he texts him with his giant paws, “pls coem ovetr im bored :’((”

“sorry but i don’t want this to awaken any furry genes in me,,, you’re on your own pal”

timmy is a CAT. because i LIKE IT. he’s this fluffy lil black kitty who disappears less than five minutes after bruce wrangles them all back in the manor. he’s phantom of the opera now. the only reason anyone even knows he’s still in the house and alive is because alfred keeps finding him napping in the laundry room because it’s warm and he likes to squeeze himself into teeny tiny spaces. bruce nearly kills him when he turns the oven on one day and it’s sheer luck that he opens it to make sure it’s empty and oop! there’s tim! curled up on the bottom rack sleeping his life away in a hot box of death! bruce has a goddamn stroke.

barbara visits and tim spends the whole day sleeping in her lap. at one point he climbs up on her shoulder and snuggles into her neck like a fluffy lil angel, purring his heart out. babs has never felt so blessed in her life.

bruce: “son please. i have work to do”

tim, stomping all over bruce’s keyboard and headbutting him in the chin: “oh??? you have work to do huh??? more important than paying attention to me??? your son??? you hate me??? you want me to die??”

bruce’s very important email to lucius fox: “mkkkkkkkkkkkkghjkkkkkkknj.////////////,”

steph!! is a mouse!! what a fuckin ride!! she is a small squeaky creacher, here one minute and gone the next. you grab a box of cheez-its from the pantry and find it empty but for a little blonde mouse snoozing in there like “fuck ok i guess this is how it is now.” one morning bruce discovers her using his coffee mug as a jacuzzi. he is dead inside.

damian is a wee tiger cub. he is cute but miserable and will run at bruce from across the room and smash into his shins because “father!! this is terrible!! fix it father!! you bitch!!” he snuggles with dick whenever he can though, purring like a car engine. 10/10 adorable, would definitely adopt.

bruce: “damian”

damian: :3

bruce: “damian”

damian: :3

bruce: “you will spit stephanie out right now or you’re grounded”

damian: >:3

jason becomes a hawk. the first thing he does after getting turned is land on bruce’s head and screech in his ear because fuck you that’s why. this is karma supreme. once they’re all safely at the manor he carries off a screeching steph in his talons and drops her in the toilet. familia.

bruce: “jason. sweetheart. please tell me you didn’t just shit on my car.”

jason: “ok :) then i won’t tell you”

ironically, cass is a sloth. slow sleepy girl. only three toes nothing more. she is shockingly okay with it and just,, hitches rides on people,, all day. she hangs around bruce’s neck like a gucci scarf and sleeps there for hours. snzzzz.

duke is a freckled bunny, floppy ears and twitchy nose hell yeah. bunny duke is too good for this world. too pure. sleeby twitchy boy. he dropkicks damian in the face during dinner and lands in a bowl of mashed potatoes. babey.

a few days in, alfred calls up the teen titans that way beast boy can come over and interpret what the batkids are saying since they can’t exactly speak anymore.

bruce: “so?? why does duke keep biting me??”

gar: “well uh. he said something about how um. you confiscated his xbox last week...”

at one point bruce isn’t looking where he’s going and steps on a cherry tomato and just. bursts into tears. because he thinks he stepped on steph’s tiny mouse body and killed her. a minute later steph swan dives off the chandelier with a parachute she made out of one of alfred’s handkerchiefs and lands on bruce’s head, giving him a fucking heart attack.

bruce goes to the pet store to buy food because apparently cats aren’t supposed to eat caviar?? wack. he stocks up on all kinds of pet food and the cashier asks how many animals he has.

“oh no these are actually for my kids.”

cashier: ಠ_ಠ

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pxnk-velvet · 3 years

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𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑡 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐾𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑜 𝐵𝑜𝑦𝑠

.・ ✧。.・゜✧・.・✧・゜・.・ ✧。.・゜✧・.

✧ warnings :: crack, none

✧ a/n :: this?....this is just what I think they would do if you barked at them.....idk but enjoy 😁

.・ ✧。.・゜✧・.・✧・゜・.・ ✧。.・゜✧・.

𝐶𝑂𝑁𝐹𝑈𝑆𝐸𝐷

☾ 𝐾𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑦𝑎𝑚𝑎

he’d probably go, “wtf is this chick doing? hello?” and just turn and walk away, leaving you in the dust

☾ 𝐷𝑎𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑖

wouldn’t know what to say back and just pat you on the back/head and go back to whatever he was doing

☾ 𝐴𝑠𝑎ℎ𝑖

makes it a little extremely awkward, probably goes red in the face and laughs nervously

☾ 𝑇𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑎

no phased by it at all, let’s be real, he’s already surrounded by a bunch of idiots

𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐾𝑆 𝐵𝐴𝐶𝐾

☾ 𝐻𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑎

this kid basically is a puppy, would stop with a “huh?” then just bark back at you like it was normal then go on about his day

☾ 𝑇𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑘𝑎

need I explain? 10/10 would bark back at you with just as much enthusiasm

☾ 𝑁𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑦𝑎

again, need I explain? if you thought tanaka was gonna bark at, ofc this one is, might even take it a little over board and you guys just end up barking at each other like lunatics

𝐶𝑂𝑁𝐹𝑈𝑆𝐸𝐷 𝐵𝑈𝑇 𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐾𝑆 𝐵𝐴𝐶𝐾

☾ 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑎

would be a little confused in the beginning, giving you a “woof? I think?” then a cute lil smile afterwards

☾ 𝑌𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑖

again would be confused, hesitate, but then would eventually bark back at you

.・ ✧。.・゜✧・.・✧・゜・.・ ✧。.・゜✧・.

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cinnaminsvga · 2 years

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you sniffled?!? i just wanted you to know how fond you are in my (our) mind(s)!!

8 hours?!? i-i didn't think it would cause you to feel that much for it! i just wanted you to know what you meant for me or others! (yes i do have your notifications on and it's embarrassing how fast i respond to you but 💀) this whole experience knowing your existence was fond. when i think about the memories where you were in them or part of them someway (the fanfics, the asks of people freaking out, the gcs, your random posts or thoughts or "shit"posts, sending asks, watching chaos literally unfold. you "you guys have choices pick wisely" *everyone panicking and arguing in your asks* *picks wrongly* your asks when they found out "i told you guys to pick *this* why doesn't anyone listen now we're going to suffer more" you metaphorically sitting on a spiny chair like a villain stroking your fluffy dog/cat while laughing maniacally (no i'm just kidding about that part.)) if i think of those years it's fondly. you were someone good in my life (even if you were not okay and didn't feel "good" id hope you'd push through it i wanted you happy id even try to send encouraging messages or just reminders to take care of yourself too) it was just you existing making your stories and causing chaos. but when i think of you it's a "i hope she's thriving in life"

also write if you really really want to but do not feel pressured to complete it in x amount of time. also it's okay to bark and woof you didn't need to correct it we know you used to go feral don't know if you still do😂 i however will be excited with whatever you put out. don't forget to take care of yourself and give yourself little breaks and pep talks in life i hope your mental health and life in general thrives. it may be parasocial (or parasocial can mind it's own business) but just know that i care about you! this is so sappy omg. take your time make sure you're doing what makes you happy or what you want to be doing💜 i will be here supporting you when you cross my mind. (or when you post)

IT HAPPENED AGAIN FHWKDJWJS I STARED AT THIS ASK FOR WAAAAY TOO LONG I’M SO BAD AT RESPONDING TO HEARTFELT MESSAGES BECAUSE I ALWAYS FEEL LIKE MY RESPONSE IS INADEQUATE!! BUT I’LL TRY MY BEST!!

i always feel emotional when reading sweet anon asks,,, like it’s literally so surreal to receive compliments and tender words from strangers like can you imagine this happening to you irl?? mindblowing af lmaoooo

and yes those memories!!! i think of them SO fondly like you have no idea how often i’ll reread old asks and posts and smile like a goddamn fool and just laugh at how fun it was hanging out with everyone on here,,, the smaus, the fics, the dumbass shitposts have been some of the happiest moments of my late teens!! and i have you (and everyone else who has ever interacted with me) to thank for :’)

it hasn’t always been easy sailing for me but i’m happy to say that i’ve been feeling better these days! trying to get back into writing has been a slow going process, but i’m getting there!! i just wanna make people smile and laugh and cry because honestly that’s what makes me happiest!! so thank you so much anon for caring about me from a distance!! your words will warm me for the next days to come 🥲

#i’ll continue barking… my eternal mission #Anonymous #answered

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fishfingersandjellybabies · 3 years

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Bedrest Company - fic

Characters: Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, bits of Jason, Tim and Alfred Summary: Sometimes Damian forgot just how much his father(s?) loved him. A/N: An unasked-for companion piece to my years old story Bedside Manner. Why? I don’t know. Y’all know why Dick is in here too.

It was an understanding Damian had come to early in life, thanks to his mother and his training.

When you fail, it’s your own fault, and you deal with the consequences on your own.

He knew that. He understood that. He expected no more or less.

Not even in Gotham.

So, he was confused, that first time he woke up in the cave under the manor. He was in the medbay, and it felt like his chest was on fire.

Grayson was slumped at his bedside, still clad in half of the Batman uniform that didn’t quite fit him, fast asleep.

Waiting for him, Damian realized with dread. Waiting for him to wake back up so they could continue the patrol route Damian had so selfishly took them from with his mistake in the field.

He pushed himself up on shaky arms, tried to drag himself from the bed. Collapsed off the side of the mattress instead when his elbow gave out from under him.

There was a clatter of equipment. Damian’s groan of pain, Alfred’s quick footsteps and exclamation of surprise. Grayson’s curse as he jumped out of sleep.

“…Sorry.” Damian found himself growling as Alfred tried to help him sit up, and Dick came careening around the cot. “S-sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for, my boy.” Alfred promised, ghosting a hand over Damian’s hair. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine.” Damian lied. “I-I…just give me a moment and I’ll be suited back up and ready to go…”

“Go?” Dick barked almost harshly. Alfred sent a glare towards him as he loomed. “Go where?”

“B-back out.” Damian grunted out. His chest was killing him, he could hardly breathe. And now that he had moved, he could feel a tug along his thigh, like a deep cut. “We didn’t finish the route…”

“The route…” Dick scoffed, and suddenly he was in Damian’s space, lifting him carefully off the floor. “Fuck the route, kid.”

“Master Richard!” Alfred scolded. “You are in rare form tonight, aren’t you!”

“Sorry, Alf, I’m just…” He trailed off in a sigh, and Damian felt him squeeze his arm. Disappointment, surely. How could Damian be his Robin if he was already failing on such a simple patrol? “…I need to know Damian’s going to be okay.”

…Huh?

And despite the years between the moments, the first failure with his father was no less confounding. Because, surely, a warrior as fierce as his father would be disgusted by such actions, such inadequacy. The Batman had no time for that. Bruce Wayne expected, and deserved, more.

So it was odd, to say the least, when his eyes slowly fluttered open, and found his father where Alfred normally was, checking the medical machines he was hooked up to. Prepping tools for stitches, pulling on the latex gloves.

Suddenly, he dropped the needle, and it clanged loudly in the otherwise silent cave. Bruce let out a quiet curse, fumbling with the other tools, trying to return to that previous sense of order.

“Bruce?” Someone called out in concern. Drake, if Damian had to guess, but his mind wasn’t clear enough to distinguish the voices of his less favorite brothers right now. Damian saw the shape of someone - Drake’s height, he thought – walked behind the curtain and Bruce instantly spun around, furiously shushing them. The other held their hands up in surrender. “…Let me help?”

“I can take care of him.” Bruce said almost desperately. “I don’t need any help.”

“You…sure?” Maybe-Tim asked. “…Have you been checked out yet?”

“I’m fine.” Bruce countered. “He comes first.”

There was a pause, the silence saying that Maybe-Tim absolutely did not believe him.

Bruce was undeterred. “He. Comes. First.”

“…At least lay down before you fall down, B.” Probably-Tim said. Damian tried to squint to confirm, but his vision just was not working. He heard a noise from his father, the beginning of an argument, but the Most-Likely-Tim cut him off. “I’ll finish Damian up first if you’re that damn adamant about it.”

Damian drifted back off before the solution presented itself, but he could have sworn he felt his father’s fingers run gently through his hair.

Once, he awoke in his room, curled into his favorite pillow, the scent of lavender drifting from a candle he knew sat on the mantle of his fireplace. Titus had his head resting on Damian’s stomach, his nose shoved under Damian’s hand.

“This…you did this so many times when you were a kid.” Bruce huffed softly. He sounded like he was across the room, over by that fireplace maybe.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” A closer voice, Grayson, and it made Damian twitch in surprise. Damian turned his head just slightly, let his eyes creak open. Grayson was in a chair next to his bed, looking away, most likely at Bruce.

“That means that you taught this to him.” Bruce accused. “You made him this reckless. He wouldn’t have run off on his own and try to take that bastard down alone if he hadn’t seen you do it.”

“…That’s not fair.” Dick snapped back. Damian watched his hand curl into a fist on the chair’s arm. “You…I get that you’re worried about him, so you’re lashing out, but that’s not fair, Bruce. I never let him go off alone like this. I went after him every time, I- we had screaming matches about this every other day. I would rather die than ever let this kid get hurt on my watch. Since day one.” Dick inhaled slowly, crossed his arms. “But I know you have.”

“You’re blaming me?” Bruce asked angrily.

“Immediately? Yes.” Dick decided. “Because he was with Batman before he ran off. And, as you’re so fond of reminding me, I’m not his Batman anymore.” Dick leaned back in his chair. “Besides, do I really need to give you a list? You haven’t even been working with him that long and I would need more than ten fingers to name all the instances that I know about.”

Bruce didn’t answer that. That didn’t stop Dick.

“But you know what? Why don’t we just give that Morgan Ducard fella a call, huh?” Dick hissed. “Maybe he could name a time or two when you let Damian disappear on his own and it almost got him killed.”

Even if Damian wasn’t fully conscious, he could feel the fury rolling off Bruce in waves. Even sensed his father was about to speak, about to fall into that old, familiar routine of fighting with Dick for the sake of an injured loved one, when suddenly, Titus gave a soft warning growl.

Both men stopped and looked over. Titus gave a quiet, disappointed woof.

“…Sorry, B.” Dick whispered, dropping his face into his hands. “I just…sorry. That was low.”

“I…apologize as well.” Bruce sighed. “I just…don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to get him to see how worried we get when he does that. How unnecessary it is.” A moment. “How much we love him, and don’t want him to...”

Damian’s heart thudded in his chest, and it hurt. Hurt so much it grabbed onto his consciousness and began pulling him back under. He was able to keep his eyes open just long enough to see Dick look down at him with sad, guilty blue eyes.

“Me neither.”

Then, he died.

Like he deserved. He understood that consequence. He was weak, he failed. This was how it was supposed to be.

Then, for some reason, they brought him back. For some reason, they missed him. For some reason, they wanted him.

And he’d never gotten used to their affection before, their worry when his injuries were warranted, but now it was different. So different.

It was a simple fall from a building, one Jonathan Kent had caught him from in the nick of time. So, no worries. No splatter on the sidewalk. Injuries and unconsciousness from the rest of the event, sure, but. Whatever.

But when he woke up this time, he was in his room, and could feel pressure on his hand.

His first thought was that he’d broken it. He didn’t throw his weapon right, and the enemy was able to counter the move. He remembered yelping in pain, clutching his hand, but jumping back into battle anyway, and forgetting about it.

But then he looked over, and found that there was no bandage on his hand at all. At least, not that he could see. Because he couldn’t see his hand. Because it was clutched in both of Dick’s.

Dick himself was asleep, cheek resting on their combined hands, and that’s what the pressure was, his head. His face was turned towards Damian’s, and even in his waking haze, Damian recognized the moisture on his face, the redness around his eyes.

He’d been crying.

“You worried him to tears, brat.” Damian heard from the door. Glanced up and saw Jason sauntering in. “Cried himself to sleep.”

“I’m fine.” Damian whispered hoarsely. “He…none of you should be that upset about it.”

“You fell off a fucking skyscraper.” Jason scolded. “And fell off said skyscaper because you’d been beat to hell before that. Why shouldn’t we be upset about that?”

Damian shrugged. He felt his shoulder blades pulse at the action. “If I failed, it’s what I deserved. I can deal with the consequences.”

“You ever think about how those consequences don’t just affect you?” Jason asked. Damian just now noticed he was carrying a tray of food, and put it on the table next to Dick. “Your friend, the little Super who caught you, he’s been half traumatized since. Lois called and said he’s been having nightmares of not catching you in time. Alfred won’t sleep because he’s afraid you’ll have an emergency and will wake up to you dead…again. Your dad’s sunk down into his emo-boy stage and I don’t even know where the fuck he is.”

Damian blinked slowly, glanced away. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well. I know you’re not apologizing for the right thing, but whatever.” Jason said grumpily. “You’re apologizing for worrying everyone, not for not caring about yourself and what happens to you, and believing yourself deserving of this pain and suffering, which is the root of this problem.”

Damian paused, furrowed his brows. “…But I do.”

“Debatable. In my opinion, and knowing what I know about the world you lived in before, probably not.” Jason hummed. “To them? You absolutely do not. And by letting yourself get hurt, you’re hurting them, because they love you, and absolutely cannot lose you again.”

Damian still didn’t look at him. “…They shouldn’t.”

“Not your call. So stop feeling guilty because they do.” Suddenly, there was a hand in Damian’s hair, ruffling his locks. “Now rest up, kiddo, so I can kick your ass on the mats again soon.”

Jason left without waiting for a response, softly closing the door behind him. Damian waited a second, before slowly rolling to his side, and carefully shifting to curl around his eldest brother’s head. He stared at Dick’s wet face for a moment before squeezing the hand cupped in his palm and closing his eyes once more.

Another time, he doesn’t even recall what happened. A fight in Gotham, perhaps? Maybe against his mother? Maybe against Lex Luthor? Was it in California? He wasn’t sure.

He doesn’t even remember losing consciousness, or waking up. He remembers, vaguely, the feeling of being scooped into someone’s arms, of going through a boom tube, of hearing voices he recognized as Justice Leaguers.

Everything became clear, though, when he felt himself being lowered onto a cot. Suddenly everything was too loud, too bright, too painful. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t feel his legs.

“…fix this.” He heard someone saying. J’onn J’onzz? Red Tornado? The Flash? “I…I really don’t know, Bruce.”

“He’ll need surgery.” Diana Prince. “I’ll take him to the operating room.”

Suddenly, something squeezing his hand. “No.” His father. “I’ll take him.”

“Bruce, you’re hurt too.” Diana tried. “We’ll do what we can for him while we also take care of yo-”

“I’m not leaving him.” Bruce shouted over her. Furiously, desperately, he said, “You want to take him from me? You’ll have to kill me first.”

Diana sighed. “Bruce…”

“I…” Instantly, Bruce sounded weak. Small. Petrified. “I won’t try to help. I won’t get in the way. I…” A pause, and a hand on his head. “Please don’t make me leave him, Diana.”

There was a moment, then: “Fine. But if an emergency arises in surgery and we ask you to move, you have to promise me you will. For his best interests.”

“If it will help fix him, I will. I swear.” Bruce said eagerly.

Damian didn’t recall being lifted again. Didn’t recall movement. Just woke again to a mask being strapped over his nose and mouth. He must have jerked, showed signs of life, fought a little, because suddenly that hand was back on his head, pushing his hair.

“Shh, it’s okay, son.” His father came into view. Not Batman, there was no mask. Just his father. Just Bruce Wayne, face gray and dirty, five o’clock shadow leaning towards a small beard. A tired, scared smile. “I’m here. I’m not leaving you. You’ll…” Hesitation, and Damian’s stomach dropped. “You’ll be okay.”

“F-father…” Damian tried. He saw J’onn J’onzz come into view. Diana. Barry Allen. Simon Baz.

“Just go to sleep, Damian.” Bruce whispered. Damian heard the word anesthesia somewhere in the room. “I’ll still be here when you wake up. I’m not leaving. You’ll be okay.”

The last thing he saw was his father’s terrified smile.

The first thing he saw when he woke up in a small room in the Watchtower was his father in ugly sweatpants and a sweatshirt that he was pretty sure he didn’t own. His beard was longer now, and looked itchy. He was fast asleep in the chair next to his bed, and snoring.

His grip around Damian’s hand was still tight.

Then, Damian got hit with fear gas.

And it was awful. One of the most awful things he’d ever experienced. He saw so much. Saw so many people. The people he’d killed, the people he’d hurt. The people he loved, telling him how much they hated him.

He couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t stop trembling. Couldn’t catch his breath, couldn’t stop the tears pouring down his face.

Logically, he knew it wasn’t real, kept trying to remind himself of that. That the voices when he closed his eyes weren’t real. The scenes when he opened them weren’t either. All that seemed to be real was touch. Feeling.

He felt someone carry him to the Batmobile. He felt someone holding him as the car sped through the streets.

He felt someone lowering him onto a mattress, someone strapping his ankles down as he kicked furiously at them. He felt himself begging for them to not hurt them. That he’d be good. He’d be a good boy. He’d be a good solider. He’d do what they asked, no matter what it was.

He felt a warm hand take his. He felt another, larger one take the other.

He couldn’t stop sobbing.

A kiss was pressed to his knuckles. His palm held against a warm jaw.

“We’ve got you, sweetheart.” Someone said. Grayson, maybe? Or his father? He didn’t know. He could see their shapes, even amongst the visions. He recognized they were the ones sitting with him, as other, blurry shapes moved around them. Ghosts? The family? Demons? Assassins? He…he couldn’t tell.

“You’re safe.” A second voice said. His father, no doubt. It was deep and gravely. Bordering the Batman voice, and Damian would never dare forget the sound of that. “Deep breaths, son. You’re safe.”

“I’m sorry.” He shouted. Felt someone press a cloth to his face, wiping the tears. “I’ll do better. I’ll do better, I promise.”

“Damian-”

“I’m sorry!” He screamed, tried to yank his hands back to hide his face. To maybe dig his nails into his skin and pull it away. Disappear from reality. “I’ll take the punishment. I deserve it. I deserve all of it…”

But the hands holding his both just squeezed their grips, as he felt a needle dig into his neck.

He was grateful for the darkness. The silence.

And when he awoke, his hands were still held. His father and his brother were still at his side. Both still awake, but clearly in desperate need of sleep.

“…you believed us, kiddo.” Dick was saying mournfully as he played with Damian’s hand. Held it tenderly in the palm of one while he slowly moved and bent Damian’s fingers with the other. “I just wish you believed us when we say how much we love you.”

“Sometimes,” Bruce hummed under a yawn. “…Sometimes I hate Talia the most for this.” Even without opening his eyes, he could feel his father’s stare. “How much she made him doubt himself. Doubt what love is.”

“Normally, I’d happily agree with you, blaming Talia. But this isn’t just her fault.” Dick reminded. Damian felt a kiss pressed to his fingers again. “We’re just as bad as she is, in this aspect.”

His body suddenly acted on his own, fingers twitching in their holds as his mouth quietly gasped, “No.”

The men both quieted, and watched as Damian slowly opened his eyes. Bruce watched in silent excitement as Dick stood, wrapping an arm around Damian’s head and pulling him into his chest.

“…You’re not.” Damian whispered. “As bad. As she was.”

Dick let out a soft chuckle as he kissed Damian’s head. He hadn’t let go of Damian’s hand, and gave it a squeeze.

Bruce smiled too. “Perhaps not.” He shrugged. “But we are nowhere near as good as you, Damian.”

“How you feeling?” Dick asked into his hair.

“The visions stopped.” Damian said weakly. “So…good, I guess.”

“Great.” Dick hummed. Bruce, also not letting go of his hand, leaned down and began pulling at the knots of the restraints on his ankles. “Perfect.”

Damian pushed into his embrace, hoping Dick could feel his gratitude. But when he glanced up, he saw Dick was frowning. “…Grayson?”

“Just…some of the things you said. From what you were seeing.” Dick mumbled. “They…they were awful.”

“…And our fault.” Bruce added. He gently began running his thumb over the back of Damian’s hand. “I’m sorry, Damian. That we haven’t…been listening.”

Damian gave them a sleepy smile, pressing further into Dick’s embrace.

“You’re here, now.” He decided, flipped his hands to be the one holding Dick’s and Bruce’s instead. “And I…I didn’t wake up from those nightmares alone.”

“And you never will.” Dick promised. “We will always be here for you.”

“Always.” Bruce echoed.

“You…you will?” He let hope ebb into his voice, just slightly, because for once, he believed it. Let himself believe it. “Really?”

“No matter what.” Bruce reiterated with an eager nod.

“…Okay.” Damian whispered. Let his body slump back against the pillow, back against Dick’s arm. “Okay.”

He was comfortable, that was his first conscious thought. Comfortable and warm, and it’d been a while since he’d felt that way. Months, maybe. Years? He wouldn’t put it past himself.

So he shifted to turn, and a jolt of pain went up his body.

He involuntarily twitched and suddenly, his comfort shifted. He realized instantly – he wasn’t lying in his bed. He was laying on someone.

He let his eyes crack open to look up at who it was, conclude if they were a threat or not. The person was rubbing his shoulder now, smiling.

Grayson.

“Hey, kiddo.” Dick whispered. There was a noise across the room and Damian spun his head around, seeing his father standing from a desk, all but jogging towards them at the sound of Dick’s voice. That’s when the setting became clear. They were in his father’s home office. “How are you feeling?”

“Wha…?” Damian looked back up to his brother, whose lap he was using as a bed, the crook of his elbow acting as a pillow. “What’s going on?”

“Are you in pain?” Bruce asked, kneeling beside them. They were on the small couch Bruce kept in the office, for visitors or meetings. It was rarely used. Damian surely never sat on it before. “Does anything hurt?”

“Yes.” Damian admitted, and for once, his stomach didn’t flip in guilt, in disappointment, as he said it. He didn’t fear retribution or punishment. “What happened?”

“Bad fight. You came across the gang before we did. There were more lieutenants there than we thought. You got outnumbered, and they…” Dick frowned, and Damian felt him squeeze his shoulder. “They weren’t. Nice.”

“Well.” Damian sighed wistfully. “I imagine neither were you.”

Because over the years, he’d learned Grayson’s bleeding heart. He’d learned what made that man tick. He also learned that if you hurt someone Dick Grayson loved, you paid the price, no matter what that price was. He would destroy you, slowly and painfully, if you touched someone in his family, and, as much as Damian still felt he didn’t deserve that attention, that care, he recognized he fit in that category. He somehow gained that protection.

Dick blinked down at him, then gave him a sly grin. “You should have seen your dad.”

Damian let his head lull to the side, to look towards Bruce. His smile was, surprisingly, a little shyer. “Do you need any pain meds?”

“No.” Damian hummed, feeling the pulse of dull pain flow through his veins. Nothing he hadn’t dealt with before. “How bad is it?”

Bruce snorted. “Do you want a detailed list or a general one?”

Damian raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Concussion.” Bruce tapped his forehead gently. “Broken nose.” He poked the tip of his nose. “Various bruises and gashes that we could clean up pretty well on our own. Sprained knee.” He gently touched Damian’s right knee, wrapped in a bandage. “Broken ankle and a few broken bones in your foot.” He wrapped his hand around Damian’s toes, the only thing visible outside the sturdy booted cast. Then, more slowly, he raised his hand back to Damian’s chest, pressed his hand over Damian’s heart. “…Broken ribs and a punctured lung.”

He left his hand there, pressing slightly every time Damian’s heart beat. He had a feeling those injuries were the ones Bruce was most worried about. The ones that dealt with his air, his ability to get oxygen. The one that could, potentially, kill him.

Again.

“I think I’ll be okay.” Damian tried softly. “Can’t keep a good Robin down, after all.”

Bruce stared solemnly at him for a moment, then let his face relax, lips twitch up for just a moment, then leaned down and kissed Damian’s forehead.

“You still need your rest.” Bruce chuckled. “And a few weeks off.”

“A few days maybe.” Damian scoffed. “Really, I don’t feel too bad.” He glanced around the room, the family photos on the wall. “Why are we in here?”

The men both glanced at each other, then Bruce stood, turning back towards his desk.

“We…wanted to keep an eye on you.” Dick admitted sheepishly. “But we still had some work to do for the company.”

Damian glanced at the desk his father was returning to. Folders and papers and a calculator littered it. He looked up at Dick. “…You don’t work for Wayne Enterprises anymore.”

Dick smiled again, soft and embarrassed. “…I just…wanted to keep you company. And had nothing else really going on.” I was so worried I couldn’t function, he didn’t say. “But so did your dad and he was busy.” Bruce was so beside himself our identities were in jeopardy because his work wasn’t getting done. “So…it seemed the only logical thing was to all come in here.”

“Logical.” Damian repeated. Smirked a little. “You used logic once in your life?”

“Shut it, squirt.” Dick laughed. “Did you wake up because you were uncomfortable? Alfred would scold me for holding you like this. You probably really should be in a bed. I can…”

Dick shifted to stand, but Damian immediately reached up, tugging at Dick’s shirt.

“No. I.” Dick stopped, looked curiously down at him. Damian allowed himself to smile. “I’m…good. Right here.”

Dick’s eyebrows shot up, but then he smiled too, let himself melt back into the couch, and repositioned his arms around Damian’s torso, brushed Damian’s hair off his forehead.

Damian looked over to find Bruce watching them, a gentle grin on his otherwise stoic features. Damian smiled back to him, leaning his cheek against Dick’s chest.

“Thank you.” Damian whispered. Stared at his father as he clung to one of Dick’s arms. “Thank you for staying with me.”

Bruce shook his head. “No.” He mumbled. “Thank you for staying with us, son.”

He stared for another moment, like he was committing the scene to memory, then returned to his paperwork, his shoulders relaxing. Damian watched for his own second, then curled into childishly into Dick’s embrace and closed his eyes once more, Dick’s shirt still in his fist. Dick chuckled in what sounded like relief, then began stroking at his hair, softly humming a lullaby.

Damian fell back asleep feeling content. Happy. Safe. Loved.

And feeling, for once, like he deserved it.

#Damian Wayne #dick grayson #bruce wayne

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 3 years

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Even The Grinch Needs A Sidekick

Summary- 4k Mike (Me from Playing It Cool) x You. You have been busy, and today is no different. A children's Christmas Party at the hospital where you work is taking up all your time. Mike calls in Scott for some culinary help so you can have a relaxing night. Mike also finds a new friend and brings him home. Fluff. I really don’t think there are any warnings, but if you all pick up on something, go ahead and let me know. The lovely divider made by @firefly-graphics Happy Holiday Everyone

A/N- This wasn’t what I had planned for this chapter. But you know what, sometimes the story just does what it wants, damned if the writer wants that. I do love it though.

Previous Chapter- Tonight It’s Scrooge McDuck

You tugged on your scrubs, having pulled out your favorite pair with The Grinch dressed as Santa Claus, Max with his single antler and little Cindy Lou Who with her red Christmas bauble. You hummed while grabbing your bell earrings when Mike came into the bedroom, glancing at you all dressed up for the hospital. “What's the occasion?” He questioned while turning you around and looking you up and down.

“A group of us are going down into the children's ward to hand out some presents. I know I'm not supposed to wear the decorated scrubs, but it's once a year. Tomorrow I will go back to those boring as fuck ones.” You leaned up to kiss him swiftly before stepping around him. “But I'm going to be late, and I have an order of cookies to pick up on my way to work.”

Mike followed you out, unlike you, he wasn't in a rush anywhere. It was a few days before Christmas and just as he had promised, he was about halfway done with Brian's script. The detective drama story line spoke to him a bit more than the rom-com scripts he was stuck with last time, and was finding it a hell of a lot easier to spend his day thinking about.

You were busy packing a bag with some stuff you had picked up for the kids, and Mike grabbed a bagel he wrapped earlier, toasted lightly with cream cheese as well as a to go mug of coffee, you were distracted and listing off your to-dos when he handed them to you. “Don't forget to eat, and I got dinner tonight.”

“Oh thank you, I know i have been all over the place the past week.” You paused when you saw what he had and took them to set the mug beside your bag, and pack away the bagel while continuing to talk to him. “You know… tonight is Chopped, and I shouldn’t be late tonight.” You bit your lip in a grin and turned to face him. “We might be able to beat our record.” Hinting at a bedroom game you two played, just for the hell of it.

Mike's eyes crinkled in the corner knowing well what you were playing at, reaching out to grab the front of your shirt and ease you forward into his arms, a grin softening his features as he wiggled his brows. “Think we will beat our time tonight. It's been awhile since we’ve messed around.” His hands slid down to cup your ass cheeks through your scrubs, making you arch into him, and you chuckled while easing your arms around his neck and tilting your head to press your lips to his, teasing darts of the tongue dragging against his bottom lip before pulling away, not letting the kiss get to that deep needing way. That has caused you to be late before and you weren’t going to let yourself be late today.

“That will have to wait till tonight Mike.” You wink at him as he groans as if waiting was not in his plan. “See you later tonight, and smile Baby, no being a Grinch just before Christmas.” You shouldered your bag and backed to the door to stay out of his reach, and slipped out the door with a grin. Mike snapped the door open as you were heading down the stairs.

“Love you to Y/N” He shouted, and you waved back at him before disappearing from sight. Mike closed the door behind him, and pulled out his phone to scroll through his contacts. Hitting Scott’s name, he pressed dial and waited through the rings before a groggy voice answered.

“What Man, it's 7 am, what in the hell do you already want Mike?” Scott snapped out and Mike grinned hearing his best friend.

“Good Morning to you to Scott, are you still up for helping me tonight?” Mike asked and Scott groaned out a yes before hanging up. Whistling Mike grabbed a piece of toast and went to his computer to get to work. A text came through a short time later, a grocery list for Mike to pick up.

Mike was coming back from the store with the ingredients Scott sent him a list of when he heard something shuffling in an alleyway he was passing. His head tilted when he heard the whimper that shifted into a scared woof, and Mike turned partially into the dirty alleyway, a particularly smelly dumpster half blocked it from sight and the light bright street seemed to grow into a darker ominous presence the further he stepped in, listening intently for that noise again. “Hello?” He asked cautiously, and all that filled his mind was somebody stashed behind the disgusting dumpster, and then he would be pulled into questioning by the cops…

I really gotta stop watching those dramas Y/N liked so much he thought to himself as he peered into the edge of the dumpster to see nothing then dirty black garbage bags that had been torn into. Nothing unusual. But under the dumpster came a whine, rather pathetic, and Mike looked down between his feet to see a black nose with streaked white fur peek out with a loud sniff against his shoe, and a tilt had it grabbing at his shoelaces that were half hanging loose. “Hey!” he exclaimed and backed up to see the nose disappear back under the dumpster.

“Here boy… or girl, whatever you are.” Mike called while shifting to a kneel while setting his groceries aside and landing carefully on his palms to lean down and peek under the dumpster. At first there was nothing to see, but then a puppy was trying to wriggle its way out the other side, on its belly with its back legs stretched out behind him.

Mike was quick to bolt around the dumpster to see the puppy almost out from underneath it. Covered in mud and who knows what else, his head much bigger than the rest of his body, Mike was able to nab the puppy on the nape of his neck and pick him up, which he hung there growling and barking, his hind end and tail curled up in the fetal position. “Okay little guy, just hold on. Promise not to bite me and I will quit holding you like this.” Mike folded his arm to cradle under the puppy’s backside, and let him lean against his chest. He weighed practically nothing, it seemed all his matted fur made him appear bigger then he actually was. Once he was supported, he quit squirming and studied the man. All while Mike studied him back, now unsure of what to do with him.

Big brown eyes started to droop as a wet black nose bopped against Mikes, and that sealed the deal. Sure there apartment didn't allow dogs but Mike couldn't just leave him there. “Guess you're coming home with me. I already know Y/N will be thrilled.” He grabbed his bag of groceries and made his way back to the apartment, sure to rush up the three flights of stairs and try to shift puppy, and groceries into one arm to get his keys. The puppy ended up wriggling in his arm and he set him down between his shoes to dig out his keys from his pants pocket while the wide eyed mutt peeked around his leg and bounded down the hallway, yipping. “No! Boy get back here.” Mike shoved the door open, along with the groceries before he sprinted after the fleeing canine to get him back. Scooping him up, he rushed back towards his door when the neighbor poked her head out. “Mike, what are you doing?”

“Uh nothing Mrs. Beatrix… Sorry to have bothered you.” He waved one handed over his shoulder while trying to contain the squirming pup in his arms. Once he dipped into the apartment, half tripping over the bag of groceries, Mike slammed the door shut and set the puppy down, who dropped nose to the floor and started weaving back and forth.

“Listen man… if this is gonna work out, you have to help out.” Mike said, kicking off his tennis shoes and grabbing the bag to bring to the kitchen, right behind him was the pitter patter of nails on linoleum and while he was emptying the bag of stuff for Scott, a pair of paws pressed against the back of his calves. A loud whine issued, and looking over his shoulder, he chuckled. “Hungry, arnt ya kiddo? Okay, lets see if Y/N has any ham left over from the night before.” He turned and searched the fridge, the puppy right there with his head stuck in it as well.

It was much later when Scott came over, Mike was working on his script as well as keeping an eye on the new house guest when his ears perked to Scott entering the apartment, his arms filled as well with a couple bags that he set down.

“Uuuh, are you babysitting someone's dog?” Scott asked curiously while his shoes were getting inspected. And Mike snapped his laptop shut to look over the edge of his desk at them.

“No, I found him wedged under a dumpster. I couldn’t leave him there.” Mike dropped his hand and gave a soft whistle, which the pup gave Scott one last sniff before barreling back to Mike which scooped him up into his lap, scratching behind his ears.

“What do you think Y/N will say?” Scott dropped his bags onto the counter and started to unpack and add his ingredients with the stuff Mike had picked up earlier.

“I think she will be secretly thrilled.” Mike ruffled the pups ears and then set him back down on the floor. He moved to a stand and crossed into the kitchen to scrub his hands clean. “She loves dogs and watch her insist we keep him.”

“Even when your landlord doesn't allow dogs here?” Scott was asking with a slight laugh while peeling open all the spices, and Mike took his time making faces down at the pup while drying his hands.

“Eh, hes hardly around and we will figure it out. Besides, I would like to get out of this building, nothing ever works. Last week the hot water was out for the hundredth time it seems. This block always loses power first and last to get it back. Time for an upgrade, Brian already has another script for me to work on after this one finishes. If I really work on it, I should be done right after Christmas.”

Scott grimaced a bit, but kept himself turned away from Mike while listening to him. “You know… a break afterwards might not be a bad thing, You’ve been writing steadily since before October. I know you're on a streak, but you have to come up for air sometime.”

Mike shrugged at Scott. “Hey, I gotta take the pieces where I can get them right? Money is good and getting my name known will help in the long run. It's nothing I can’t handle. I know I’ve been distant a bit with Y/N, why you are here today, teaching me how to roast a chicken.”

“I don’t know how you convinced me to do this. What person doesn't know how to cook a meal for their partner? You two have been dating for two years and this is the first time?” He scolded Mike while grabbing vegetables to give a rinse in the sink. The pup had planted himself between the two men, his ears perked while swinging his head back and forth to listen.

“Take out, out to dinner, breakfast? I don't know, it just hasn’t happened. But tonight my man, with your help, I’m changing that. Y/N has been working hard the last couple weeks, and I know this will make her feel special.” Mike rolled up his sleeves, preparing to help Scott with whatever he needed while winking at their guest. “And who better to help me then you? You and Neil took all those cooking classes together. So what is on the menu tonight?” Mike leaned in to look at a bag, which Scott shooed him out and reached in pulling out the last thing Mike expected, a whole chicken.

“Roast chicken, garlic baby red potatoes, a nice side salad, and rolls. You really can't get easier than that, and it speaks sophisticated.” Scott informed him while placing the chicken in the sink.

“Easy? Dude that's a whole damn bird.” Mike scoffed while coming around the counter. “What do you want me to do with it?”

Scott was already going through the kitchen, grabbing cooking pans and aluminum foil. “Well you can start with unwrapping the chicken and giving it a rinse.”

Mike gave the chicken a look and took a breath. “No big deal, right pupper?” Mike directed at the puppy, who yipped in excitement and tipped his head back to give a cheeky howl, making both the men laugh at his reaction.

The crash course into cooking had Mike's head spinning. Scott had him chopping, dicing, sprinkling seasonings, tossing stuff together and when he finally got the pans into the oven, he took a deep breath. “Okay what's next?” Mike was now on his toes, ready for the next project but Scott was busy washing his hands.

“Now you wait an hour, check it by popping one of the legs near the joint and seeing if the juices run clear. Also let it rest when you take it out for good, or else it will be dry as hell.” Scott informed while drying his hands. “Also you need to get cleaned up. And give the poor dog a bath.” Scott leaned down where the puppy scooted away from Mike and sniffed at his fingers, giving them a lick first and then a playful bite which Scott shook his finger loose from the tiny teeth. Mike watched a moment before checking his phone.

“Y/N will be home soon, so I will get on that. I bet he's a pretty cute pup under all that dirt.” Mike leaned down to pick him up, and Scott straightened, grabbing his reusable grocery bags and tucked them under his arm.

“Text me tomorrow to let me know how it came out and we on for Saturday at the bowling alley?” Scott approached the door and Mike followed, turning the pup around to wave his paw at Scott.

“Yes Uncle Scott.” Mike mimicked in a joking high pitched voice, leaving Scott rolling his eyes at his friend.

“Bite him would ya? You still got those sharp baby teeth.” Scott let himself out and Mike twisted the puppy once more to face him.

“What an ass huh?” Which rewarded him with a resounding woof in agreement and a nip at the end of his nose. “God damn it, you weren't supposed to listen to him.” Mike grumbled while retreating to the bathroom, knowing the timer would let him know when to check on the chicken. “Okay, what's safe to use on you?” he questioned while setting the pup down in the bathtub and pulled out his phone to google while starting to put warm water in the tub.

You trudged up the apartment's stairs, a few gift bags hanging off your arm from some of the long time residents at the hospital. You were exhausted and really looking forward to opening up that bottle of wine you’ve been saving and crashing on the couch with Mike.

Jingling keys from your coat pocket and letting yourself in, the first thing that you noticed was the smell of chicken and potatoes wafting in from the kitchen, making your stomach roll in hunger and your mouth water. Following your nose, you went to drop off your bags when you called out “Mike? Where you at?” You had expected him to be in front of his glowing computer screen, where he usually was when in the middle of writing a script, but not tonight.

“Will you stop it? I'M IN HERE.” You heard him call from down the hallway, and after you toed off your shoes, you started down to hear something whining and splashing.

“Mike… what's going on?” You question as you stop at the bathroom doorway to see something you never expected to see. Mike was kneeling next to the tub and hanging off the edge was soggy paws and a soapy puppy giving the most pitiful look up at him while wagging his tail, sending a trail of water and soap spreading all over the room.

“I said cut that out!” Mike wailed while reaching to catch the tail and squeeze out the excess water from it before letting it go, which just started the sloppy wagging again and a howl now while Mike attempted to rinse him off. “Welcome home Baby.”

You just melt at the scene, grabbing a towel off the counter and unfolding it while Mike moves to a stand, picking the soaked dripping pup with him and you go to wrap him up in the fluffy towel. “Mike, where did you find this sweet baby?” You croon as you go to gently rub him dry, cupping his face and smiling at him.

“Well… Under a dumpster a few blocks away.” Mike let you take the pup in your arms as your gently swaying him back and forth, still crooning and nuzzling him while hes giving licks to the tip of your nose. “I couldn't leave him there.”

“Absolutely not.” You turned to leave the bathroom, leaving Mike to drain and rinse the tub while you brought your new friend out to the living room. Having him still wrapped in a towel, you settled on the couch and started to unwrap him from the towel, seeing his little yawns as he curled up on your scrub clad thighs. “Who would just leave you out there all alone little baby?”

Mike finished up, taking a quick peek at his chicken, which had turned a deep golden brown, and the scent of sage and butter wafted from the open oven. Pulling it out, he listened to you talking to the puppy while setting it on the counter to let it sit before cutting into it.

“Wine?” He called out while pulling out your favorite glass, already knowing the answer when you resounded a yes from the other room. Pouring it, he went back in to sit down next to you, handing you the wine and tossing his arm over your shoulder to pull you in closer. Tucking in his side, you hummed softly while softly petting the snoring pup in your lap.

“We should think about what we're going to do with him.” You sigh a bit, scritching behind his ear while he twisted in your lap and went belly up, your fingers tickling along the pink of his belly.

Mike considered it, letting his own fingers trail along your shoulder. “Why not keep him? We only have a few months left of our lease. About time we move right? Maybe something bigger.”

You had never heard Mike talk like this, like in the future setting. He had always been in the moment, by the seat of your pants kind of man, and you were always a bit nervous to even bring up the future with him. You cleared your throat a bit while looking up at him, straightening a bit, which jostled the puppy just a bit and woke him up with a whining yawn, stretching in your lap. “You really want that Mike?” You searched his face and he shrugged, a tinge of pink along the top of his cheeks.

“Well I wouldn't mention it if I didn't Y/N.” He teased while reaching for the pup who started to wriggle around in your lap, and set him down on the floor before pushing himself to a stand. “Come, I actually made a real dinner and you still gotta tell me about work. Did that intern drive you crazy today?” He efficiently changed the subject, which you let him. Slipping into his hold, you went to help him in the kitchen. Leaning over the counter as he transferred the chicken, you inhaled deeply.

“You made this Mike?” you asked incredulously with an arched brow, waiting for him to confess that it was an order in and he made it look homemade, but he smirked at you while starting to carve.

“I will have you know I made this myself.”

You gave him the look, the one that demanded the ultimate truth.

“With Scotts help, okay. But I did the work.” Mike plucked a piece of chicken loose and held it to you, which you popped in your mouth, licking at your lip and grinning at how it tasted. Reaching for another piece and plucking a piece to give to the puppy waiting patiently at your foot. “Scott just instructed me on what to do.”

“His classes are paying off. Maybe he can become our free instructor.” You joked while going around the counter to finish helping Mike get stuff ready and for the first time in a while you two sat at the table instead of crashing in front of the tv with junk food. Soon plates were pushed aside, full from the excellent food and tired after the long day, you went to take a quick shower while Mike cleaned up the kitchen.

Coming back out dressed in sleep shorts and a tank, you found Mike laying on the couch with the puppy standing on his back legs, front paws on the couch trying to jump up. Mike scooped him up onto the couch with him, whispering to him. “Looks like your staying boy, what are we going to name you? Buster? You almost look like a Buster.” You approached the couch and Mike shifted enough so you could lay down along his side, half wedged on him and between the couch, laying your head on Mike's shoulder.

“Hmmm, what about Scout?” You wiggle your nose at the puppy, who efficiently ignored both names, proceeding to chew on Mike's shirt, the Christmas lights on the tree being the only glow in the room. You smiled and whispered out. “Hey Max… look at me.”

Which the brown and white puppy immediately perked up, and Mike shook his head. “Max? Why Max?”

You grinned while watching Max perk up every time Mike said his name, your giggle muffled against his shirt. “We needed a Christmas dog name.” Then you hummed out Your A Mean One Mr.Grinch. “Max can be your sidekick now Mr.Grinch.”

Mike gave a laugh, running his fingers along your hips, making you laugh out and trying to pull away. Max growled out, barreling against you and Mike to tug at Mikes hand, and you grasped the pup to set him aside gently so that you two rough housing didn’t end up getting him hurt.

“Seems like he is more your sidekick Baby.” Mike smirked as he pulled you in closer to him, flushing kisses against your neck and rubbing up and down your back. You settled back in against his chest. “Ready for bed?” He asked, calculating how many hours were left so he could write a bit after you fell asleep.

“Mmhh, it was such a nice evening, I hate to end it so soon.” You tilted your head up to press your lips to his and Mike pushed up to a sit.

“We will pick it up tomorrow. Besides, I should probably take the rugrat out to potty, now that it’s dark out.”

Your arms eased around his neck and you gave him a more passionate loving kiss in thank you, and eased up. “I will see you when you come back up Mike.” Max sat there watching the two of you and you ruffled Max’s ears, then headed to the bedroom. Mike watched you go down the hallway and then looked to see Max had ditched him to go check out the tree, sniffing excitedly when Mike's eyes sprang wide to see him pop a squat.

“Max! No!” Mike yelled, springing up to catch the pup.

#playing it cool au #holiday #holiday 2020 #amber writes #sweater writes #chris evans characters #me aka mike #mike x you #max comes to live with them #merry christmas

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catboymingi · 3 years

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golden retriever

navi/masterlist

pairing: yunho x reader

genre: fluff; requested!

word count: 1.5k

warnings: house fire ment

a/n: the request was yunho and the reader adopting a pet! i hope u like this violet @yunhoiseyecandy i am your personal fluff dealer

“i think it’s time for the next step in our relationship”, yunho told you seriously, and you opened your eyes to look up at him from where you were resting your head on his lap, curious about what he meant.

“i’m thinking of… a pet.”

now he most definitely had your attention. yes, you’d been together for a while, you lived together now, but things were still chaotic, maybe because you lived together now. you’d rented your first apartment together one and a half months ago after about a year of dating and another year of friendship, and you still had to figure out how to navigate an everyday together. sometimes he’d put your favourite cereal on the top shelf and his on the bottom because he got confused about which was whose, one time you’d dropped his favourite mug and had to glue the handle back on, and you got confused about which clothes were whose on the daily, which had him stretch two or three of your shirts when he’d tried to put them on in his sleepy daze without realising that they were way too small. but you still loved each other more than anything, the small arguments you’d sometimes have (of which there’d been exactly one since you moved in together, about where to put the bed because you wanted it to be against the wall on two sides while yunho was more a middle of the wall kind of person) still ending with laughter and both of you agreeing to let the other have their way, which led to even less of a decision; the bed problem had been solved with it being in the middle of the wall, but the wrong side around, so that your side was against the wall rather than the headboard, a compromise that only the two of you would ever come up with. you were however not sure if you should get a pet when your life was still somewhat chaotic - you didn’t even know if you were allowed pets in your apartment, and that was what you told him.

“we are. i checked the contract before we signed.”

“how long have you been planning this?”

you didn’t lift your head yet, but you lifted your hand to pull on his neck so he’d face you rather than stare up into the air.

“just a little”, giving you a sheepish grin. “two months, maybe. it’s too early for a kid, and i don’t know if you’d want one, anyway, but i think we’re ready for a pet.”

and though you were still sceptical you couldn’t resist the sweet puppy eyes he was giving you, so instead of a no, as you should have said, you told him that you’d see once you’d hit the two months mark of living together.

that was how you found yourself at a shelter right now, a day after the two months mark - your boyfriend had not let you rest the past 36 hours, telling you that you’d promised and that he’d been on his best behaviour, which he admittedly had -, looking at all the cute pets and having to remind yunho that you could only take home one of them. he gave you the biggest pleading eyes, but you had to stay hard - you didn’t even know if you could take care of a single pet, you shouldn’t overestimate your abilities. you’d agreed on a dog, which would already be more than enough work, but yunho had done his research and knew an endless amount about various dog breeds and their needs, and this had convinced you to give in to him when he asked you to please get a dog with him with those big round puppy eyes. you just couldn’t say no to him, not when he was cute like this. you could never say no to him when he was cute like this.

this proved to be your downfall when your love spotted not one but two golden retriever puppies, a breed he had a soft spot for because people said he looked like one and because they just looked so adorable and friendly, and when the shelter staff told him that these two were the only ones surviving a fire in which their mum and siblings had died yunho was sold. so again he looked at you with those big puppy eyes, and when you were about to remain stern he picked up the little dogs in his big hands and showed you their soft puppy eyes and you were sold, as well. you just couldn’t say no, and their tragic story had touched you, and neither you nor your giant boyfriend were willing to only adopt one of them and destroy the last little bit of family these poor dogs had left.

due to this you found yourself telling the staff to keep the dogs company while you went to acquire everything needed in order to take care of them safely, because you hadn’t wanted to buy the things before you knew which breed you’d get yet and what needs they would have, something that was quite good because you found yourself adopting twice the amount of pets you’d originally agreed on. so you bought twice the amount of pet supplies, then the food the shelter staff had recommended, and yunho promised he’d teach you everything about golden retrievers that he knew so both of you would be perfect puppy parents.

“we’re having twins”, he joked, which made you roll your eyes at him and then give him a sweet kiss because he was just way too cute for you to not do that. no one else would get you to adopt two little dogs when you’d never had a pet before, but yunho was special. yunho made you soft, and yunho took all your worries away, always, so even now you weren’t too worried about the future with the two little dogs whom you’d chosen to call dear and darling, not yet realising that they’d inevitably react if you called each other either of those names, coming running and demanding to be played with because you’d obviously called for them.

and when you brought dear and darling home, saw them curiously explore their new home, you were absolutely in love with the little dogs, with their energy and the joy they’d without a doubt add to your life. they were woofing, cute little high-pitched barks, and yunho was laying flat on the floor, on his stomach, watching them run around until one of them - dear, you suspected - came to lick his face, at which point he laughed and was rolling on the floor like a child, careful to not accidentally squish the two puppies that you would now need to compete with for your boyfriend’s attention.

it filled you with love, seeing him play with the dogs, laughing loudly and being so happy, made you certain that this was among the best decisions of your life. you knew the responsibility that came with a pet, especially one living as long as a dog, but you were ready, ready for, as your love had called it, the next step in your relationship. you were ready to form some sort of family with yunho, and seeing him happy like this made a small, motherly part of you wonder if he’d ever want to have kids with you, and what he’d be like as a father. you loved him so incredibly much, ready for whatever life had planned for the two - or, now the four - of you.

“come play with us”, your boyfriend’s pouting interrupted your thoughts, and you laughed, sitting down on the floor and cooing at the three playful golden retrievers (yes, yunho was included), holding out your hands to pet them.

“i love you”, you purred, not exactly sure whom it was directed at, but the big human puppy seemed to know with enough certainty for the both of you.

“i love you too”, looking at you softly while his large hand was near covering darling while he was scratching the little dog’s head, puckering his lips so you’d come kiss him while he was trapped with dear on his back. of course you did kiss him, a sweet peck as you laid on your stomach yourself so your face could comfortably be on the same level as his face was, and then you grabbed his face, keeping yourself up with your elbows, and kissed him a little longer, until one of the dogs licked your cheek, demanding your attention.

“they’re going to make things really hard for us”, you informed him matter-of-factly, and he sighed, shaking his head in seeming disapproval. but then you saw the playful glint in your sweetheart’s eyes, the small smile on his lips, before he put on his best puppy eyes and looked at you with a small pout, and you knew you were in trouble.

“so, when are we getting another?”

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lu-undy · 3 years

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Un-alone, Chapter 19

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“C’mon Marty, we gotta go.”

The German Shepherd brought the stick he had found back to Mundy and sat down, his eyes pleading.

“Alright, last throw and then we gotta hit the road otherwise we’ll never get there before the sun sets, ok?”

“Woof!” The dog went to his four paws in a flash and wagged his tail frantically.

“Alright, go!” Mundy threw the stick on the parking lot of the hotel and the dog ran to fetch it.

“Micky, you’re ready, son?”

“Yeah, oh, let me help you, Uncle Phil.” Mundy went to his uncle and helped him hop on his seat in the car.

“Ah, thank you, son, that’s perfect… Thanks.”

“It’s nothin’, here, gimme your cane, I’ll put it behind ya.”

“Micky, you sure you didn’t forget anythin’ in the hotel?” Caroline popped out of reception and into the parking lot.

“I slept in me van, Mum, you should ask Uncle Phil. “

“Phil?”

“Nah, we’re fine, c'mon Carrie!”

“Alright, alright.”

There were another few hours of driving and the landscape changed as the family neared the coast. Mundy followed his mother and uncle driving the car in front of him and soon, Marty became restless on his seat.

“Recognise the place, mate?”

The dog barked enthusiastically, his tail wagging against the passenger’s seat. He was turning left and right.

“Yeah, you know it, good boy… Oh, that’s where Mum’s parkin’, hm… Guess I'll have to park on the sidewalk… Here… There we go."

A few hours later, all their belongings were moved inside Philip's vacation house. The family had had dinner and Philip was on the sofa, following whatever game was on that night with Marty laying beside him.

"Thanks for helpin' me with the dishes, Micky."

Caroline and her son were in the kitchen. She was washing and he was rinsing.

"You're welcome, Mum."

"I'm sure a few days with the sea breeze will help Phil as much as it will you." She said and Mundy raised an eyebrow.

"What d'you mean?"

"Y'know…" Caroline cast a glance at the kitchen door and saw that it was open. She quickly rinsed her hands and went to close it before resuming her position next to Mundy. "Your breakup…?" She hesitantly added and Mundy nodded, not because he agreed, but because he remembered. His mother was thinking that the reason why he was avoiding talking about his feelings, was because he had broken up with a woman and his heart was aching...

Well, aching his heart was.

Not because of a heartbreak, Mundy simply felt like in the end he would be alone because he had nothing to offer, nothing but road trips, hunting animals, people, puttin ghis supposed loved on in danger through that and oh, yeah, a very poor ability to actually talk to people, verbalise what he felt outside of the confines of his own head…

He sighed.

“I don’t wanna pry or anythin’ but uh…” Caroline’s voice pulled the Aussie out of his daydream. “When we were in New Mexico, had you found someone else? I mean, we’ve travelled pretty far and uh…”

“Mum.” Mundy stopped her yet could not look her in the eye. Each time he did, a voice screamed in his head “Liar! Liar! Tell her! Tell her you prefer blokes over sheilas! She doesn’t deserve you lie to her! You’re the worst son she could ever have and it’s all your fault! You’re breaking her heart!”

Mundy screwed his eyes shut and shook his head to shake those thoughts away.

“No… No I hadn’t, and even if I had, I don’t care.” He put the plate he had in his hand down and left the kitchen. Soon after, Caroline heard the very familiar sound of the van’s engine rumbling away, and sighed.

The Aussie drove first to let his frustration out, and when it did pass, he started paying attention to his surroundings. It was all new afterall… He realised that it was what all the beach cities must look like: restaurants, nightclubs, theme parks for families.

Families.

Huh. Mundy shook his head. He would have loved to have one of his one, someone to go home to, someone to hold, to feel the warmth of. And he had nothing against a sheila and a few kids, he really didn’t. He just had a slight preference for men, that was true; that, and there was the issue with his job too.

“God damn it…” He sighed.

Being paid to put bullets in things was hard enough on himself, he didn’t want to put that burden on anyone else with him. And sometimes those things weren’t just beasts, they were people too… The truth was that Mundy was a paid killer, a mercenary, jumping from contract to contract. When someone needed some lead in their head, he was called in, and more recently, it was even the officials who called to him for his extraordinary tracking abilities. Mundy could find anyone and anything, as long as it had blood pumping in its veins.

He had thought about quitting, multiple times at that. But then what would he do? Farming with his parents? He was already helping them out from time to time and he didn’t like the idea of taking too much responsibility on the farm. At the end of the day, he didn’t want his parents to think that he wanted to take over, the farm was way too big a responsibility for him, especially alone.

Eventually, Mundy parked somewhere, it was a free parking lot. He lowered his window, just a bit, for some fresh air, and he leaned back on his seat, closing his eyes. He dreamt. He dreamt of a man, the man who will make his days flip upside down, a man who would understand him and somehow, manage to bear him through his muteness, through his silence and hardest of all, through his difficulty to express what he felt.

Mundy could of course partake in a little exercise of introspection, as he was doing right now; It was practically a compulsory hobby. Anytime he felt low, he would look into himself, as if he didn’t know why, or as if that particular time the answer would be different. Nah, in truth, Mundy just didn’t know what else he could do but think about his misery on his own. The hard part, and the step that he never took was to take everything he knew about himself, about what frustrated him or made him happy, extracting all of that from his insides to bring it outside, for someone to hear. Even his mother was unaware of half the things he was thinking.

Maybe that was one of the issues he could address as opposed to focusing on dreaming about a man he hadn’t met yet? Maybe that was the “easy” thing to fix and maybe fixing it would bring him some peace?

Mundy opened his eyes and it was night time. He looked around him to see that the city was still busy, even if it was winter now there, the beach still attracted quite a lot of people.

"Right." He started the engine and headed back home.

When he entered the house, Marty came to the door to greet him.

"Hey, Marty, yeah, you're good boy… Oh? Marty, leave my hand alone. Marty-? Alright, alright, I'll follow ya…"

The German Shepherd led the Aussie to the door of his uncle's bedroom.

"He must be asleep, Marty, you'll see him tomor-"

"Come in, Micky." Phil said from the inside and Mundy pushed the door.

"Sorry, Uncle Phil, it's Marty. I don't know why he pulled my hand all the way here."

"It's fine, Micky, I asked him to. Marty, shut the door, boy."

The dog pushed the door until it clicked shut.

"He's a very clever dog." Mundy said.

"Yeah, I got him cause he was too soft to work with us drug sniffin'."

"Oh, I see."

"C'mere and have a seat, Micky." Philip was in his bed. He scooted to free some space for Mundy to sit at his side. “I wanted to have a chat with you, y’know, only men kinda talk…”

The Aussie sighed.

“See? Your Mum’s all worried about ya. Now, I told her you’re one big man and you know what you’re doin’, she shouldn’t meddle in your business.”

"But?" Mundy anticipated.

"But she told me things, see?"

"What did she tell you?"

"That you got yourself a woman and for some reason, you ain't together anymore, and that's why you're all sad and in your own world."

"Pfff…" Mundy sighed and shook his head.

"Now, boy, these things do happen all the time, y'know. It ain't necessarily bad. If anythin', it's better to go each your way if you're not meant together."

"Yeah, guess you’re right.”

“Believe me, Micky. Besides, young and handsome as you are, I’m sure you’ll find someone else quick enough, eh?”

“Yeah… I wish…”

“Son?” Phil was confused. He expected to see his nephew in a better mood after a little chat, but Mundy looked worse. “What is it…?”

“Nothin’. I’ll let you sleep now, g’night, Uncle Phil.”

And as usual, Mundy disappeared, leaving his uncle confused as to what he was thinking. The Aussie's mind was as impenetrable as Buckingham Palace itself or the White House…

The next morning, Mundy found his mother and his uncle chatting in the kitchen when he woke up.

"Micky, we were thinkin' of havin' a walk by the beach. Your uncle's physio says it's good for him to walk a bit more now, and we reckon Marty's gonna love it." Caroline said. "You wanna come with us?"

"Sure. I'll just have some coffee before we go." Mundy took a seat at the breakfast table.

"You wrap your neck in a scarf, yeah?" Caroline poured him some coffee. "It's cold outside. And we should get you a beanie, it's gettin' really cold now."

"My hat's fine, Mum."

"It's fine until you catch a cold and then who's gonna have to take care of a big baby with a running nose…?" Caroline asked and Mundy smiled.

"Alright, we'll get some beanies for everyone then." Mundy smiled and took a sip of his coffee. Marty came to the Aussie. "Hey Marty." Mundy patted his head and the dog wagged his tail enthusiastically.

"Right," Phil said and stood up. "I'll go and put on somethin' decent…"

"I brought your thick winter jacket, Phil, you'll find it in your big bag." Caroline said.

"Carrie, I'm not yer son!"

"Uncle Phil, don't even try, even Dad can't tell her anythin' about that…" Mundy said.

"Right, woman, I'll do it your way…" Phil left the kitchen, leaving mother and son alone.

"I had your dad on the phone yesterday." Caroline said.

"Oh, how's he doin'?"

"Same old," She answered and finished her coffee. "He's alright, the chickens and geese aren't missin' us too much apparently."

"Is he managin' on his own to take them to the market?"

"Yeah, he says it's fine. Jimmy comes to lend a hand on the weekends."

"Ah, that's nice of him."

"He sometimes comes after school when he feels like it." Caroline said and Mundy nodded. "His parents encourage him to work with us during the holidays."

"He's only a kid though, can't have him be there full-time I guess." Mundy said.

"Yeah, nah, you're right. His parents told me he wasn't doing so good at school, so they try to give him a bit of work to do. We talked with them a lot. Jimmy's learnin' fast and he likes it at the farm."

"Wanna hire him when he finishes school?"

"Your dad and I are thinkin' about it." Caroline said and nodded to herself. "We aren't getting any younger and it'd be good to leave the farm to someone… Now, we know you like it but not to the point of workin' full time there."

Mundy lowered his head.

"Yeah… I wish it was all different." Mundy took the last gulp of his coffee and left, not giving his mother any chance to ask him what he meant.

The Aussie put some warm clothes on and kept thinking. He wished it was all different. He wished he had been better at school and right now he would have had an office job, nice nine to five kind of routine, a car, a house of his own, a sheila and a few kids…

He could also have liked farming more, and then he would have taken the responsibility of his parent's farm after them. The business would stay in the family and Mike and Caroline wouldn't feel like a lifelong effort of taking care of chickens and geese went down the drain…

Mundy could have not preferred men or liked them at all. That way, it would surely have been a thousand times easier to find someone to settle with. He himself was very shy but females sometimes went to talk to him, hit on him even, but men? Never, or so rarely…

"Hm."

Mundy took Marty's tennis balls with him and went to get the dog on the leash.

"Marty? C'mere, big boy, we need to put you on the leash."

Marty rose from his bed and trotted to Mundy before he sat down in front of him.

"We're gonna go for a walk, Marty."

The dog's ears pricked up and his tail wagged faster.

"Oh, you got that, didn't you? You clever boy…"

Caroline and Philip joined him in the living-room.

"You boys have everythin' you need?"

"Yeah." Both Philip and Mundy agreed.

"Then let's go."

They left the house and walked only a few minutes before reaching the sand.

"You live very close to the beach, Uncle Phil."

"Yeah, got that house a long time ago. There weren't that many tourists and everything was so much cheaper…!" The old man was holding on to his sister's arm to walk. "Now, everythin's so painfully expensive… Oh, you can get Marty off the leash, let the boy enjoy the beach."

"Sure, c'mere Marty." Mundy took a second to undo the leash and took the tennis ball from his pocket. As soon as the dog saw it, he started barking eagerly. "Alright, alright, catch this!" Mundy threw the ball far away in the sand and Marty ran after it at full speed.

"He likes the exercise, this dog." Phil said.

"Course he does." Caroline answered. "Back when the farm was bigger we had a couple of dogs, they kept the chickens safe in the nights. They're very smart, eh."

"So smart we get them to join the police…!'' Phil answered. "That's what Marty was supposed to do, but even as early as a puppy, he was way too gentle and soft, wasn't bad at the obedience stuff, but no predatory instincts whatsoever in this boy. He could have ended drug sniffin', but he wasn't very enthusiastic about it either, so I took him in."

"You did well." Caroline said and Marty came back with the ball, he gave it to Mundy who threw it away again.

The three of them were walking in the sand, along the shore. The air was salty with the proximity of the sea and the breeze was icy but through that, they all breathed some better air. Besides, Marty was loving the large space to play fetch.

"Y'all should come back with Mike in the summer." Phil resumed his speech. "The sun shines beautifully, the water's lovely and this part of the beach isn't as touristy as the rest."

"And who would take care of the farm?" Caroline asked rhetorically.

"You could hire up some folks for summer. I'm sure there are plenty of young people who'd be happy to feed chickens and sell them before college starts again." Phil answered.

"Yeah… We always say we'd do that with Mike but it never happens in the end."

Marty came back, dropped the ball in Mundy's hand and went to run towards the water. He got his legs wet, jumped on the froth coming to him, trying to bite it, and ran back to Mundy for more playtime.

"Why'd you never do it?" Phil asked his sister.

"Cause we have no reason to not take care of the farm… We like it."

"Have you ever been on a holiday, Carrie?"

"O'course I have!"

"Your honeymoon doesn't count." Phil added and Caroline sighed.

"Phil…"

"You haven't, have you? I'm not judgin', Carrie, just saying. I was like you, eh? No holiday on duty. But now, with my bad leg, I've learnt to take some time off and it's not bad."

"Yeah… I reckon you're right but uh…"

"Feelin' bad for the chickens and geese?"

Marty came back again and Mundy threw the ball for him. He then dusted his hands off of the sand and put them in his pockets.

His parents had never taken a bit of holiday since forever. They cared a lot about their farm and it would surely feel weird for them to stop. Mundy understood it in the sense that if he had been asked to stop hunting completely, he would feel lost.

Well, he had been asked to stop completely, and multiple times at that. His parents weren't supporting his choice of profession, and Mundy's father grew more and more keen on his son taking over the farm. As Mundy grew into hunting more and more, Mike's frustration with the realisation that his son had other plans than taking the family business grew too. Father and son weren't on the best terms and tried to keep their disagreements away from Caroline, but she was far from stupid and knew that she was the only reason that Mundy and Mike still talked.

"I'm just sayin', Carrie. If you wanna come back come summer time with Mike and Micky, I can give you the house for a few weeks." Phil went on.

"That's very nice of you, Phil." Caroline answered.

Their voices were a blur on which Mundy was writing his thoughts. He took a deep breath of sea breeze and looked around him. There were a few people here and there, a few happy dogs enjoying their outing as much as Marty was. Mundy's eye lingered on the occasional couples. He had passed the age to feel jealousy towards them, or even envy. What he felt was the bitter punch of knowing that there had been no one so far who had made a positive difference to his days, no one with whom he could have a decent bit of conversations, no one who had seen in him more than a hunting vagabond, and a promise for an assorted, nomadic adventure. A trip with a starting line but no arrival.

Mundy sighed.

Looking back at the past and seeing the emptiness that all of Mundy’s previous encounters left was one thing, the bitterness of it was one thing, but what really hurt was that stubborn glimmer of hope that he could not shake off, however hard he tried. And God knew how he tried, he tried to look at the facts: a man with a man was unthinkable enough, a man with him, the loner, the socially awkward, ever stammering, unable to communicate his feelings to even his mother, a mess of an almost forty-year-old man.

Oh he wished. He wished he could open himself wide open and scoop that hope out of him because in truth, that was what was killing him. That part of him that believed that one day, he would open his van’s door to see a pair of masculine eyes full of love, loving him as much as he did them…

God, why did he have to bear the double sentence of preferring men over women and hoping to find one…?

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy

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bratz-kitten · 3 years

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i saw ur zhongli being a cap post and i genuinely need ur take on every genshin character astrology wise

the characters have official birthdays so zhongli is canonically a capricorn which makes me 1000% believe that there’s an astrologer in mihoyo’s team because. when i tell you they got EVERY character right. okay not every because they say lisa is a gemini and i know damn well she’s a libra (with gemini moon and ascendant. moon conjunct her ascendant. libra mercury. scorpio venus. virgo mars. I’VE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS OKAY). here are some of my favorite characters that they got right:

diluc being a taurus: thinks he’s an edgy anti-hero with an attitude problem, is just an earth sign. he’s so filthy rich and elegant and the secret savior of mondstat, i looked at him and thought “he’s a taurus.” searched it up and, of course i was right. i could write a whole essay on the parallels between him and batman

childe being a cancer: ARE YOU KIDDING ME IT’S LITERALLY PERFECT. only a cancer sun could reach his level of deranged unhinged insane. his anger issues. his crackhead nature, laughing at everything like a 5 year old. how he’s so overprotective of his siblings and everything he does is to protect them. way too loyal to the wrong ppl

kaeya being a sagittarius: are we surprised? are we really surprised? he’s the biggest fuckboy in all of teyvat, OF COURSE he’d be a sagittarius .

paimon being a gemini: THIS ONE MADE TOOO MUCH SENSE PAIMON IS SUCH A FUCKING GEMINI I CANT. so much shit comes out of her mind she’s truly the master of attempting to get out of bad situations by talking her way through it but accidentally only making it worse, those are my favorite geminis. the ones who are so shameless that they say whatever comes out of their mouth with no filter and it ends up being hilarious. also she’s secretly so calculating everything she does is a ploy to get food and money, plus the theories behind who she really is... paimon mastermind

venti being a gemini: he can and WILL bullshit his way through life. lies just to feel something. openly very lighthearted and fun, secretly brooding and melancholic-- that’s geminis for you

hu tao being a cancer: everyone who hates her is a fucking COWARD. ive said it once and i’ll say it again, cancer suns have the darkest humor. she’s incredibly serious and responsible when it comes to her family business, and just like childe, she can go from crackhead who laughs at everything to the most serious person in the room in 0.0005 seconds. incredibly wise and sentimental. i want her in my team so bad i can’t believe my two favorite characters in this godforsaken game are cancers

bennett being a pisces: ok, you know what... im NOT happy about this one because i think they lost a perfect opportunity for irony. imagine bennett, known for his awful luck that brings incidents wherever he goes, being a sagittarius sun-- the sign ruled by jupiter, the “lucky” planet. THAT WOULD’VE BEEN AMAZING also because of his whole “im beginning to think im lucky because somehow my terrible luck has brought me to your team” bennett i will protect you till the day i face eternal slumber

diona being a capricorn: she took it as her purpose to make the worst drinks on mondstat so everyone would stop drinking alcohol.... and instead accidentally became the most talented mixologist in the entire city. and is now the owner of a tavern that everyone loves. the point is that it’s capricorn culture to be talented and perfect at everything we do even when we’re not trying, plus all capricorns act slightly like cats IT’S PERFECT and the way she’s always so pissed off at everything. i LOVE HER

xiao being an aries: no words truly

kazuha being a scorpio: he’s proof that scorpios are lovely and calm and poetic and romantic and truthfully just want to lie on a rock while bathing in the sunlight. scorpio lovers RISE

--- MY PREDICTIONS FOR THE UPCOMING CHARACTERS’ SUN SIGNS:

la signora: LEO SUN SHE’S A LEO SUN BARK BARK WOOF WOOF if they make her anything but a leo im handing my application letter to mihoyo to apply for their astrologer position

baal: im praying for her to be a scorpio. no one does evil psychotic feared god like she does (plus i 100% believe in the theory that she’s secretly doing this for good reasons because, as the old saying goes, celestia sus. like... celestia and the gods are EVIL evil who make the seven archons their puppets and the vision hunt decree is her way of cutting the connection between humans and celestia. which doesn’t excuse the amount of people she off’ed in the name of the cause... but you know what she’s sexy she can have a little murder, as a treat). baal come home im begging you, september truly can’t come fast enough

scaramouche: he’s probably going to be a capricorn because his personality is so similar to levi’s but im hoping for him not to be because im TIRED of capricorns having the same personality in every piece of media. not all of us are cold evil brooding with control issues, some of us are simply idiots with one braincell max. im hoping for him to be an aquarius, that sounds shocking when you first think about it but when you think more deeply, it makes so much sense

thoma: libra. 100% no doubt his biggest talent is the way he persuades and controls people through his words, no one does diplomacy and social niceties like libras

#answered

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sunghun · 2 years

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just some of my fav jay pics but I got lots more

bless ur soul the absolute TASTE 🤌🤌

#bark woof grrr or whatever the kids are saying these days #90sni-ki #mailbox

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jgreaxcfdszx · 3 years

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Bark Bark ft. Bokuto

Fluff, friends to lovers, bokuto x f!reader

A/n: this is an older post by the way

-1200 words-

This story includes: kissing, cursing, suggestive language, mention of drugs

masterlist

"Psst. Y/n." Bokuto whispered, looking down at his friend.

"Bokuto what the fuck are you doing in the girls' room at-"she checked the clock "-4 in the morning?"

"Shush. I have an idea. Why don't we bark at everyone at the camp for the day?" He smirked.

"Okay! Now let me sleep, I'm tired." She turned away from him, closing her eyes.

"Wait Y/n! We need to get Kuroo to join aswell."

No answer. The captain shook her body.

"Go away, Koutaro. I said I'm tired."

He pulled the blanket off of her.

"BOKUTO!" She whisper-screamed, taking the blanket back to hide that she was only wearing a bra and shorts.

"Sorry, sorry. But, can we go?" After he was ignored again, the boy flopped onto her.

"Will you leave me alone to sleep afterwards?" Don't get her wrong, she loved her friend's energy, but she was tired.

Bokuto nodded. "Of course." He took off his jacket. "Wear this."

"Bruh, I can't just wear a jacket and no shi-"

"If you go and change, you're going to wake everyone up and get us in trouble. You don't want that now, do you?"

"Shut up." She yanked his jacket from him and put it on, making Koutaro zip up the zipper.

He picked her up bridal style, carrying her to the Nekoma boy's room.

Y/n opened the door, still in her owl-like friend's arms. He tiptoed to Kuroo's bed, crouching down to wake him up.

Y/n straddled him over the blanket, slapping him in the face. Kuroo groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"What do you wa- oh hello, Y/n. May I ask what you are doing on top of me?" He smirked, rubbing her thighs lovingly.

Bokuto smacked his brother from another mother's hand. "Hey. Don't touch her like that😠👍."

"Whatever you say. Now, what are you guys up to?" He sat up.

Y/n got off of him. "Koutaro wants us to bark at everyone today."

He high-fived Bokuto. "That sounds like a plan. But couldn't you guys just have woken me up later?"

"No. I want you to wake up, and just start barking. Just try to bark as much as you can."

"Wait, what about when we're are playing?"

"When we play, we can speak regularly."

"Okay, I got it. Go back to bed you two. Y/n, if you want to sta-" Bokuto slapped him again. "Okay, sorry. Now leave."

-TIME SKIP TO THE MORNING-

They were all in the gym, warming up for a long day of practice.

"Hey Bokuto-san, do you think you're going to be fine to-"

"WOOF WOOF ARF ARF!!" He barked. Testurou noticed this, and came running to help Bokuto bark at Akaashi.

"BARK BARK GRRRR WOOF WOOF ARF!" They chanted, gaining the attention of everyone in the gym, including Y/n. She came and barked with them.

Hinata pulled Kageyama's sleeve. "Can I go join them?" He looked up at the blueberry, pouting.

"No. You're not aloud to go near drug dealers." Kageyama scowled at Kuroo. He took Hinata's hand. "Come on, let's go practice our quick."

Akaashi had had enough of the trio. "STOP. Quiet down, you're making a scene. Kuroo, go back to your team. Y/n, you can go back to where the managers are." They sighed, going to where Akaashi had ordered for them to go to. He looked at Bokuto.

"I don't know what you're doing, but it's annoying. Stop it right now."

Koutaro fell on the ground, sulking. "Akaashi, why do you have to be such a buzzkill?"

The ravenette crouched down to his friend. "Bokuto-san, I'm sorry. Can you please forgive me?"

"Fine." He slowly got back up, still depressed.

"Bokuto-San, do you want me to g-"

"BARK BARK GRR WOOF ARF RUFF BARK VOOK BARRK SNARLLL!!!" He yelled before doubling over in laughter.

Hinata ran over and started barking as well. "RUFF RUFF ARF HOWLLLL BARKK BARK!!!"

"BOKE HINATA BOKE!" Kageyama ran to go pick up his friend, carrying him away from the crazy captain.

They started doing their practice matches, Koutaro doing better than usual due to his barking party.

Y/n watched as her friend slammed another ball to the ground. He noticed that she was staring and got on all fours, crawling towards her.

He knelt on the ground, his hands on her knees. Bokuto looked her in the eyes in a sad way. "arf? arf arf ruff? bark bark?"

Y/n tried to hide the fact that she was very nervous. In a different setting, she would have continued talking to him in sad puppy language, but since there were adults around and he had just left to talk to her in the middle of the game, she reacted differently.

"Koutaro go back to the game." She ordered, but the owl stayed there, whimpering.

The coach yelled. "Bokuto get back to the game! This is not the time to eat L/n out!"

Everyone on the team started snickering, Bokuto and Y/n a blushing mess.

"I-I-we-aren't-"

"Yes sir!" He bowed, walking back to the game with his head down.

They continued the game, Y/n not staring at him at all.

After the set finished, Y/n handed him his water. He took it, thanking her. When she was about to walk away, he stopped her.

"Hey- sorry about that Y/n. I guess I just got caught u-"

"Bokuto! This is not the time to eat L/n out!" Someone from the rival team said, laughing with his friends.

"RUFF RUFF ARF ARF BARK BARK GRRRRRRR!" Y/n yelled.

Bokuto almost started tearing up. He patted his friend's back. "My little Y/n is growing up so fast."

All of a sudden Kuroo jumped onto them. "Give me the tea."

"What tea?" Koutaro and Y/n said in unison.

"Don't lie. I know you ate Y/n out." He wiggled his eyebrows. "So? Give me the details!"

"He didn't eat me out, Testurou. He did put his hand on my knees and beg though."

Bokuto tried to save his case. "I wasn't begging! I was asking you why you were looking at me like that."

"I wasn't looking at you like anything."

"Yes you were."

"No I wasn't."

"Yes, you were."

"No, I wasn't."

"Yes you were!"

"No I wasn't! Kuroo, tell him that I wasn't looking at him li-" Kuroo had already left, presumably to his next game. "Well, I know I wasn't."

"KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS!!!!" Hinata chanted.

"HUH?!?"

"you heard me right! KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE!!" Hinata jumped up and down, clapping his hands.

Kageyama dragged him by the collar. "Hinata, what did I tell you about going near them?"

"Kuroo's not there!"

"Those people are still infected by him. They will try to sell you drugs as well." Mommayama walked him away from the two.

"What does that kid have agai-" She was cut off by Koutaro's lips against hers. She kissed back, leaning into the boy.

"Bokuto, this is not the time to e-"

"GRRRRRRR RUFF ARF ARF WOOF WOOF!!" Akaashi barked at his teammate.

#Bokuto #hq fluff #haikyuu!!#fukurodani #trainingcamp #bokuto x reader #bokuto poops #Bokuto poops

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