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White Whale Part 2

Platonic! Yandere Batfam x Deaf!Male Reader

A continuation of this one.

https://www.tumblr.com/klemen-tine/736839222321922048/white-whale

Thoughts

Sign/Morse Code

Speaking

Trigger Warnings: Disability Discrimination and a mention of suicidal thoughts. Its like on sentence.

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Y/N sat near the window, his processors off and a book on his lap. His attention was drawn to the snow falling outside and covering the ground in white, watching Damian walk Titus around the yard to experience the frozen water. Not like the giant dog hasn’t walked in snow before.

He pressed his forehead against the glass, feeling the freezing melted sand press against his skin and without a doubt making it red. His tan was slowly fading, which made him all the more depressed whenever he looked in the mirror, now resulting in him wearing long sleeves in the hopes that he wouldn’t have to see it fade faster. His finger running down the spine of his book over and over again, tracing over the embroidered words and his short fingernail picked at the strings.

Y/N pulled away from the window, before Damian could see him, and he set To Kill a Mockingbird down on the lamp table beside the small nook near the window. It was his secret little stowaway, one Y/N knows that if they wanted to, his family could find it easily. There is nowhere in this manor that is unable to be discovered by them. He thinks Alfred is helping in keeping this spot a secret. Assuring the bat family that Y/N is safe and there is no need to tear apart the library to look for him.

All the windows in the library are sealed besides three, and those have sensors on them. Even if they didn’t, Y/N wasn’t stupid. He knows that those trackers he had dug out from his body are back in him. There is one in his inner thigh, deep enough that if he were to take the same scalpel he used the first time, the chance of nicking his artery was a higher possibility than he felt was worth risking.

Sometimes, when he presses down on the soft skin, he could feel the cold metal sear his muscles and capillaries, reminding him of his captivity without the chains.

Y/N connected his external processors, and winced when the world began to make noise. There was the buzz of some lightbulbs the hummed in the air and the heater was making a thrumming noise. Before his ‘trip’ to the Dominican Republic, Y/N would have thought that this was quiet. He would have believed that this was almost silent and there was little chance of it becoming any more quiet.

Now it was just loud. Obnoxiously so.

Looking out the window once more, Y/N couldn’t help the turn of his eyebrows and the downturn in his lips. Even his safe place felt like a cage.

Walking out of the room, he zigzagged through the bookshelves and into the main room, where the large couches, the fireplace, and coffee table are. The fire was crackling and popping, the bright oranges, reds, and yellows casting a warm glow on the sofas.

“I was wondering when you’d come out.” Y/N didn’t even look at Tim, his gaze still on the flames and the burning embers of the fire. It matched the heat that was beginning to burn in his chest whenever he was around any of them. It’s embarrassing, but it took Y/N a few days to realize what exactly it was he was feeling towards them.

Anger. Y/N was so, undeniably, pissed at all of them. It got to the point that he wouldn’t even eat with them. Alfred, the kind man he is, would bring his meals to his room and Y/N would eat there. Dick once tried to drag Y/N out of his room, but he got a solid kick to his leg and Y/N’s enraged voice screeching at him to get the hell out of his room.

Even Jason was receiving the cold shoulder. When he tried to read to Y/N, taking their usual spot and position, Y/N just scrunched his nose and moved. Ignoring his twin’s call and slamming his door hard and loud enough that it made his processors ring.

Tim sighed, watching his brother stew and brew like a shaken pepsi bottle, ready to erupt with words that will stick to the skin. Y/N didn’t acknowledge him, his jaw clenching and nose scrunching, before he turned away and left the library. Tim stood up and followed him, jamming his foot in between the door and the door frame to stop Y/N from shutting him out.

“Go. Away.” Tim pushed into the door, and even though he and Y/N are about the same size, Tim is Red Robin. A vigilante used to put down villains twice his size and three times his weight. Y/N is just… Y/N. He muscled through, inviting himself within Y/N’s room which he took a scan of.

The window was closed, the bed was made, the desk clean, and the laptop locked. When he had gotten back, his laptop had been installed with monitoring software, allowing everyone access from the Batcomputer to see what Y/N was doing. His phone had been given the same thing, only the child settings were enabled. His bags, duffle, suitcases, backpacks, all of them had been taken and if he ever needed them then he would need to go to Bruce.

If Y/N had anything to say, he didn’t share it. When it was all explained to Y/N, he wasn’t even looking at them, or Bruce, and instead was staring out the window. Damian believed that the other didn't even listen to them, but the lack of questions proved he had heard them.

“We really need to talk, Y/N.”

“No, go away. I don’t want you in my room.” Tim sighed, watching Y/N seethe in front of him. He held firm, “I will leave, once we talk.” Y/N rolled his eyes, “About what? There is nothing to talk about.” Those raging E/C eyes followed Tim’s every move in his space, and if it were any other time, Tim would have been thrilled to have Y/N’s attention on him. Those eyes focused only on him.

Tim sat on the chair in front of Y/N’s desk, ignoring Y/N’s scandalized expression and instead taking in the desk. All of Y/N’s writing tools, journals, pens, and markers have been confiscated. Instead, he only had the iPad to write down his thoughts and notes for when school starts. An iPad that is monitored.

Y/N seemed to accept that Tim would not be leaving, but that didn’t mean he was happy about it. Scrunching his nose, he disconnected the processors, pulled them off of his head, and debated about chucking them at his brother. He tossed them on his bed. He saw Tim deflate from the corner of his vision, and when those E/C eyes filled with irritation and smugness met Tim’s blue eyes, Y/N couldn’t help the vindictive smirk that formed on his face.

‘Bruce wants you to keep those on.’

“What do you want, Tim? If you have nothing good to say then get out, I want to nap.” Tim nodded, adjusting himself so he had space to sign.

‘How long are you going to keep pouting?’ Y/N’s face scrunched and he stared at Tim in disbelief. Not in disbelief that he said that, but disbelief in that that was what he wanted to say at this point in time. He could feel a headache forming and the rage building in his chest to the back of his throat. The words scorching the sensitive skin and making him feel as if he was about to catch fire.

“I tell you to have something ‘good’ to say, and that’s what comes out of your mouth? Get out, Tim.” His brother stayed in the chair, and Y/N marched over and grabbed the collar of Tim’s shirt. Which, if he had a clearer mind, Y/N would have not done that. It only allowed for Tim to grab his wrist and maneuver them so that it was Y/N who was pinned.

Icy blue eyes stared into boiling E/C eyes. Tim sighed, releasing Y/N so he can sign, ‘It is getting out of control, Y/N. I can understand a month, but you are pushing three.’

“You can’t tell me how to feel or how long I can feel it.” Tim looked ready to throttle him, and Y/N hoped that Tim rolled his eyes enough that they got stuck like that.

‘Y/N, just what was so important about that shack that is keeping you acting like this?’ Y/N pushed Tim, startling his younger brother and if he was calmer, Y/N would also be startled. He’s never been a violent person, choosing to look away when things got bloody in a movie or show. However, the spike of rage and aggravation he felt towards Tim and the situation had made his body move before he could really process it.

He glared at Tim with a new rage, and now he had wished he had thrown those external processors as the so-called genius. He balled his fist, “It wasn’t the shack! It wasn’t the ocean, it wasn’t the country, for fucks sake Tim, it wasn’t even then whales!” Y/N reached across his desk and threw a copy of Alice in Wonderland at the other.

He ignored the annoyance when Tim caught it.

“It wasn’t any of that! It was what you all took away! It wasn’t the sun, it wasn’t the outside, it was the ability to make my own decisions!” Tears burned Y/N’s eyes and he wondered just how many nights he spent crying and wishing for a chance to escape.

“Why… why am I the only one who doesn’t have any say in how I want to live me life?” Tim set the book down on Y/N’s bed, and walked closer. Y/N stepped away, “Why am I the one who is held here like some kind of… prisoner when everyone else can go and–and do what they want?”

Tim’s heart broke, ‘No, no Y/N. You’re not a prisoner, we just want you safe and the safest place is here.’ Y/N gave him a look of exhaustion and disappointment, “What else is this then? Where else are people monitored to this extent?” Prison. Hell, Arkham doesn’t even have this level of monitoring and Gotham’ worst and craziest people were there.

Y/N knows that all of this is done out of some sick and twisted form of love, but if this was love then Y/N wanted no part of it.

“Y/N,” Tim winced. He didn’t feel bad about what they have done for Y/N, but he did feel bad that it was somewhat affecting Y/N like this. It wasn’t their intention for Y/N to feel trapped, but Y/N just doesn’t get it. The world is mean, cruel, and horrible to those who don’t fit in. Tim, Jason, Dick, Damian, Bruce, the entire Bat clan knows this because they are the ones out there and witnessing this.

They all know just how awful this world can be, so why would they not want to protect Y/N from it?

“Dinner is ready.” Tim’s attention snapped to the door, where Damian stood. Y/N’s attention also turned to Damian, and the boy softened under Y/N’s hurt gaze.

‘Alfred made your favorite.’ Y/N wanted to bury his head in his hands. He didn’t want to read this conversation anymore. Pursing his lips, Y/N plopped down on the edge of his bed and looked out the barred window.

“You say I am not a prisoner… then am I a pet?” He mumbled, his voice barely above a murmur. Damian moved further in the room, so Y/N can see his hands at least.

‘Of course not. You are our most prized person.’ Damian didn’t see Y/N as a person. It is cruel to admit and he had almost been choked-out by Jason when he said it out loud. Y/N, in Damian’ eyes, was the Wayne’s family most prized possession. Next to the Batcave, the library, the Barmobile, and even Wayne Enterprises, Y/N stood next to and in front of it all. They could not function without him.

Like every prized possession, like diamonds, sapphires, and jades, they wanted to protect him. They gave him the best care they could and the best security. The difference was that jewels don’t have opinions or a desire to roam the earth. Something Y/N did have, and Damian blames the books for that wanderlust. Specifically that Moby Dick book.

When Jason took it from Y/N, Damian had to stop himself from throwing it in the fire. It was a first edition, the cover and binding still the same from when the book was first published, and if he looked closely he could see the faint line where Y/N has traced the spine of the book numerous times. Damian knows there is only one person in this world Y/N hates, which is the Joker, and Damian does not want to be added to the list should anything happen to that book.

Still, it was tempting.

Damian has read the book, and the lesson was as obvious as an East Gothamite amidst the upper echelon of Gotham. Damian knows what Y/N’s ‘white whale’ is, and he can’t help but to wonder why Y/N can’t draw the same conclusions like everyone else did.

Just like the story, Y/N will drive himself crazy trying to obtain something that they will never allow. Diamonds, sapphires, and jades are always protected by glass cases and security systems. That is how Y/N should see this.

‘Your safety is the most important thing.’

“More than my happiness?” Damian and Tim stared at Y/N with the answer clear in their eyes, but Y/N wanted to see them say it. He wanted to see them admit that they did not care for his happiness as long as he was trapped within these thick walls and gilded windows.

‘You were happy before.’ Y/N sighed, “That is because it was an illusion.” E/C eyes, dull and lacking emotion, “Tell me Dami, how can I go back to that illusion when in the morning it is the sun’s reflections off the bars on the windows that wake me up? Or the feeling of those trackers in my body replacing the collar you all want to put around my neck?”

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Bruce stared at the photo, taking in the smiles and the way those eyes used to shine. Y/N always had a great smile, full of his emotions and rarely ever fake. His eyes always the most expressive, and it is why Bruce found it easy to see when he was lying.

Granted, in Y/N’s defense, he’s never had a real reason to lie before. He was open with everyone about his thoughts, opinions, and desires. Bruce made it that way. Bruce swaddled him in the comfort that only he and the family could provide in order to make it so Y/N would always rely on them for that. He made it so Y/N would never have to lie, or feel the need too.

Then Y/N just had to get curious. Bruce doesn’t know who is to blame for this sudden defiance in Y/N, but he does put a lot of blame on those ocean documentaries. Even when he was young, Y/N always had a fascination for them. Watching them over and over again, reading the subtitles, memorizing them, so now he can just watch the documentaries while already knowing what is going on.

His attention turned to the photo he had bought from that photographer in the Dominican Republic. Y/N was freediving and looking like he was in his element.

Bruce didn’t feel bad for taking Y/N back, but he did feel bad about cutting a hobby short. There was denying that Y/N was a natural at this sport, and Bruce had always wanted to encourage each of his kids’ interest.

But not this one. Not one that meant Y/N had to live far from them and was dangerous. At least with vigilantism, Batman was there in case anything turned south. There was no one in the water for Y/N in case something happened. Free diving is dangerous, and the ocean is unpredictable. Bruce can’t help Y/N if he goes free diving, especially if he goes alone.

Sighing, Bruce rubbed his forehead and checked the surveillance cameras one more time. Y/N and Dick were in one of the study rooms. From what it looks like, Dick is trying to talk to Y/N who was standing next to the windows, looking away from the other.

Perhaps, it’s about time Bruce steps in. Y/N hasn’t talked to him since the day Bruce grounded him, about two months ago and the other has done a great job in staying out of Bruce’s radar. The only time Bruce has seen Y/N in person is when he goes into Y/N's room at night after patrol to make sure that he is still there. A new fear unlocked that one night, when everyone is out and Alfred is asleep, Y/N will disappear once more.

No one knows how Y/N got out that one night, and no matter how many questions were asked, Y/N never said anything. Damian had tried bargaining with him, telling him that if Y/N told them how he got out then some days of his grounding would be taken off. Y/N huffed, a bitter smile taking over his face.

Bruce rose from his desk, shutting down his computer and leaving his own study. It is about time he and his son have a conversation. One sided or not.

He walked over to the study room that Dick and Y/N were in. Halting before the door and listening to the voices coming from inside.

“Y/N, I am telling you that no one is going to believe you after the stunt you pulled.”

“But you will be with me. Dick, I just want to go to the beach. We did it all the time.”

“Mmm, and look how that ended up.”

“Me being happy for a few months.”

“You’re still on that, Y/N?” Bruce opened the heavy doors, silencing the conversation and causing two sets of eyes to land on him. Dick was leaning against the desk, and Y/N had his back to the window. Both of their faces showed their surprise and confusion, until E/C eyes flickered to the ceiling and the corners of the room where he saw the cameras. Confusion became annoyance, rolling his eyes and turning back towards the window.

Dick and Bruce made eye contact, and when Bruce nodded his head towards the door Dick didn’t fight it. He took the hint and walked out, sparing Y/N and Bruce one last look before shutting the large oak doors.

Y/N refused to look at him. Bruce walked closer, behind the desk and next to Y/N, standing next to the window.

“Y/N.” His son moved to pull out his external processors, but Bruce grabbed his wrists within his large hands, effectively stopping his son. Bruce set his jaw, “None of that, we need to talk.”

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Then listen.” Y/N scrunched his nose and furrowed his brows, glaring at Bruce. The older man sighed, but held his grip on those thin wrists, noting that Y/N had stopped tugging his arms and was in fact waiting for Bruce to start talking, “I understand that you are upset, and that you are upset at us for meddling.” Y/N raised an eyebrow, his face slowly smoothening out and his lips no longer in a pout.

Bruce sighed, releasing one of Y/N’s wrists to push aside his bangs. Gently brushing his son’s forehead and pushing the rest of the strand behind his ear, minding the processing unit resting behind Y/N’s ear.

“And I know you’re aware that if you had asked, we would have said no.” Y/N’s lips pouted once more and his eyes became a little downcast. Sadness blanketing over him and Bruce felt a bit bad for revealing that, but Y/N knows it already.

“Y/N, why are you insistent on wanting to be independent? There are millions of people in this world who still wish for their parent’s support, and thousands of people who would give up everything to have a life and opportunities that you have.” Y/N scrunched his nose, feeling guilt curl in his chest.

He knows that he is lucky. Y/N is aware of how fortunate he is to have all that he has and then some. He knows that there are people in this world who would kill to have what he has.

Yet, just like there are millions of people who want what he has, there are also millions of people who strive for their independence against their family. Millions of people who take pleasure in making choices that affect only them. Millions of people who don’t let their disabilities define their life, and learn to accept and live with them.

“I am aware that I am fortunate, that my deafness has only been a part of my life instead of completely defining it,” Y/N acknowledged, turning his attention back to outside where it was beginning to snow. He ignored his reflection, not wanting to look at the weak person in front of him.

“I am grateful for all you have done, along with Alfred and everyone else. No amount of ‘thank you’s’ will ever be enough. But Bruce–” Y/N turned his eyes once more to Bruce, E/C eyes meeting ocean blue, “– No amount of money or gadgets is going to deny the fact that I am deaf.

“I am reliant on you all for a lot of things, and you raised me that way so that I can forever depend on you. Which… I know it wouldn't bother some people but it bothers me.” Y/N’s eyes shined with unshed tears, as if the very thought of having to rely on them was shameful.

“I am not fragile, nor am I glass. I am from East Gotham, just like Jason.” Bruce is aware of that. Like every East Gothamite, the both of them had the stubbornness that made Bruce question if he had a lineage that tied him back to that part of town. Y/N is strong in his own ways, and stubborn in others. Bruce will agree on that. He will agree that Jason and Y/N are more like brothers than those Bruce has seen when blood related.

However, Jason and Y/N are not the same. They were different pieces cut from the same cloth. Jason was shaped and molded to withstand the toughest and dangerous situations, to be durable and take a beating.

Y/N was not molded like that. Y/N was refined and polished to be treated gently and kindly, to only know the kindest hands and gentlest of uses.

“And I know that compared to the rest of you, I am weaker. I… I am not strong like you or Jason, I am not fast like Damian, nor am I as smart as Tim, or charismatic like Dick.” Bruce’s grip tightened on the one wrist he was still holding, wanting to deny everything Y/N had said because he hated hearing Y/N self-deprecating himself like that. Y/N is kinder than any of them, easier to talk to, and has almost the same amount of medical knowledge that Alfred has.

Y/N is the normalcy they all crave for when they come back from a patrol or mission. He reminds them in the gentlest ways that they are human. They are not just vigilantes, not another person hiding behind a cowl, a cape, or a domino mask. He reminds them that they are brothers, friends, allies, a father (in Bruce’s case).

“But just because of that, do you really have to control every part of my life? I wish you had more faith in me to let me go and learn to be strong on my own, just like you do with everyone else.” Y/N stared up at Bruce with a hurt expression, E/C eyes staring into Bruce’s blue eyes through those lashes that normally would be able to grant Y/N anything he wished. A simple bat of those lashes and eyes would have everyone running around trying to do as he wished.

“Y/N–”

“If you can’t trust me, at least trust yourself that you taught me well enough to be by myself.” But the thing is, is that Bruce doesn’t trust himself. He’s failed so many times and he fears that this one failure will be the one that breaks him. It’ll break the boys, the girls, Alfred, him. It’ll break everyone.

Y/N doesn’t realize it, and Bruce wonders if it is because he doesn’t want to get it or he just doesn’t. He wonders if Y/N chooses not to see his importance in this family so the burden doesn’t feel as heavy. If anything should happen to Y/N, Bruce can’t guarantee the safety of Gotham anymore. He couldn’t guarantee the safety of his Robins, past and current. If Bruce couldn’t protect literally the easiest person to protect, then who was he to try and protect a city?

Y/N, sensing Bruce’s hesitation and unease, tried to withdraw his hand from Bruce’s grip and shrug off the hand that was resting on his cheek. His hopes and wants crashing onto the carpeted floor, replacing his chest with anger and disappointment. He's been feeling those two emotions a lot lately. They are carving its way in his chest like it is their new home, and he wonders if it will be. Will he hold onto these feelings for the rest of his life as he stares out these large windows and reminisces what the sun felt like on his skin and the breeze through his hair. Does the biting cold still turn his nose and cheeks red, and does the heat and humid summers still make his freckles pop and skin gleam?

“...Forget it. I… it was stupid to ask that of you.” The raging inferno of anger died, filling his chest with the smoke of its fury and his stomach warm with the dying embers. A new emotion, one he is intimately familiar with, filled him instead. It is one he knows like the back of his hand, an emotion that is more of his identity than his deafness.

Sadness.

It is like a steady stream, filling the smoking cavity in his chest with cold water, putting out the embers and making that smoke turn to steam. Burning his muscles and organs with a painful sting, and filling his person with ice cold water instead of the burning fire. Y/N knows sadness. He knows the emotion well and sometimes it reminds him of a scar. Never truly gone, just sometimes forgotten. It sits at the back of the mind, hiding behind the good times, the happy emotions, until it is accidentally hit and it draws your attention. From there, it is no longer at the back of your mind, but all you can think about.

Sadness, to Y/N, is like a scar that has marred its way across his face. Never forgotten and for the whole world to see, unless makeup and a smile is put on it.

Y/N, in the basicness of emotions, is sad. He is hurt, upset, exhausted, and sad.

“Leave me alone, Bruce.” Bruce’s grip tightened once more, and his jaw clenched. He’s finally got Y/N within his vicinity to talk, like hell he’s letting go. Y/N narrowed his eyes and pulled his arm, “Let go, Bruce.”

He pulled again, “Bruce.” The man’s iron grip never waivered, and Y/N felt the air in his lungs begin to escape quicker than it could fill the organs. He brought his other hand up to try and peel those thick fingers off his wrist, but Bruce grabbed his other hand.

“I still don’t understand why you would want to leave.” Y/N scrunched his nose, “If you can’t understand, even after I spelled it out for you, then maybe you should stop being a detective.” Bruce didn’t feel insulted or slighted at Y/N’s words, chalking it up to Y/N being upset still.

“How can I make you want to stay here?” Y/N sighed, and Bruce could feel that fight leaving his son’s body. The tension in his arms disappeared.

“How can I know that it is here that I am meant to be, when I haven’t been anywhere else?” Bruce opened his mouth, to which Y/N effectively cut him off, “East Gotham doesn’t count, and the Dominican Republic would have counted if you all hadn’t kidnapped me.”

“We didn’t kidnap you.” Y/N gawked at him, and the fight returned, “You did kidnap me! Do you need a dictionary definition of what kidnapping is?! It is the unlawful abduction, aspiration and confinement of a person against their will!”

“You. Live. Here.” Bruce gritted out and Y/N’s jaw clenched, “Well I don’t WANT to be here!” He snarled and tried once more to loosen Bruce’s grip on his wrists.

“What is it with all of you NOT comprehending that?! No matter how you look at it, no matter what angle you try to take this from, Bruce. I am a prisoner within this manor!” Y/N glared at Bruce, “Just what did I do that warranted the surveilance, the trackers, the stupid god for fucking sake imaginary collar you all want me to have on?!”

Bruce growled out, “You left when you are only meant to stay here. It is the consequences of your actions.”

“I am not your property!” Y/N snarled, “ Nor am I a pet that you can keep chained and trapped in the house!” Bruce felt something snap within him and he released Y/N’s wrist and watched the other stumble from the sudden loss of support.

Y/N righted himself, still glaring at the man. Bruce took a deep breath, “Fine.”

“Huh?”

“You want to try your luck out there, then go. I will give you an hour's head start.” Y/N stared at Bruce in suspicion, “What are you getting at?” Bruce made a show of adjusting his watch, “I will give you an hour, only one. If you can outrun us, out maneuver us, or outsmart us until sunrise, you can choose how your future plays out.”

“‘Us?’” Bruce smiled, “All of us.” Y/N wanted to bite out a ‘not fair’ comment, but found a more pressing matter, “What about the trackers?” Bruce fished out his phone, and made a dramatic show of pressing some buttons, he then showed Y/N what appeared to be a small map, like a GPS, on his phone.

“Turned off.” Y/N ignored the feeling of disgust seeing that his location was literally on their phones.

“Start running Y/N, your hour has already started.” Y/N bolted out the study room, not looking back.

Bruce stayed in the room, looking out the window as the sun began to set and the snow turned dark. Light footsteps entered the room, and Bruce could basically hear the eyebrow raise, “Not now Alfred, save it for when Y/N comes back.”

The old butler humphed, “He’s always gotten sick when playing in the snow.” Bruce hummed, “Then I guess we better make this quick.”

“Are you sure an hour was a good idea? He did sneak out of the manor before.” Ocean blue eyes filled with mirth, and he tapped his ears, “If Y/N wants to know what it’s like to be deaf, then he’ll play this game deaf. It’ll teach him how lucky he is to have his hearing.” Alfred’s eyes widened, “They turn off without his knowledge.”

“Once he reaches a certain distance, they do, and he can’t turn them back on. Only I have the power to do that.”

In the hall, suited up and waiting in the shadows, were the rest of this crooked family. Waiting for his orders, “Give him an hour, then find him.”

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Y/N knows this is a losing game. He knows that this game is set for his failure, and he knows that once this game is over, he will most likely never be able to set foot outside again. Not without a babysitter.

When he external processors cut out, he knows what angle Bruce is playing out and he knows that his chances of making it to sunrise have become nearly 0%. He may not be as smart as Tim or anyone else in his family, but if you live with geniuses you learn how to read between the lines.

He somehow managed to flag down a taxi before telling them where to go. Not missing the slight judgment cross their face and Y/N wonders if they know he cannot hear them. Y/N wonders if they know he is being chased and he essentially is just digging a bigger and deeper hole for himself. The bars will get thicker and the chain will be heavier, but if that is the outcome of this, then Y/N believes that this will be worth it.

He clutched the bag closer.

When he arrives at the station, he knows his hour is up and he knows that Barbara is watching him through the cameras. She is watching him buy his ticket, and is retelling everything to his siblings. He knows this because in front of him is Nightwing, drawing a crowd and making everyone look around for the villain.

‘Going somewhere?’

‘Only temporarily.’

‘Temporarily is too long Y/N, let's go back home. Alfred has a peach cobbler ready.’ Nightwing held his hand out as if Y/N would actually take it. Which is fine, because Y/N knows through the giant circular mirror hanging from the ceiling, that Spoiler and Red Robin are behind him.

Y/N stared at the hand once more, and he wondered if this is what it feels like to know the path you should take and still choose the other one. Taking a deep breath, Y/N said the one word that would get everyone running. It would have people scrambling and trying to seek cover and get out of a place that made everyone have a close vicinity to each other.

“Joker!” Like someone shouting fire, the world was set into motion and Y/N watched as his view got obstructed by the rush of people. He disappeared within the crowds, dodging idle hands and ducking into the crowd. He may not be able to hear, but he can feel the panic that everyone else was feeling. Y/N saw parents pick their kids up, lovers grabbing each other’s hands, and strangers pushing and shoving other strangers.

He rushed down the escalator, towards the Amtrak that had his destination written all over it. Y/N didn’t have to turn around to know that it was Nightwing right behind him. He can feel the heavy and frantic gaze and if he could hear, without a doubt his name would be filling the air.

His heart picked up at the sight of the doors closing, and through some luck, he squeezed in at the last minute. The metal shutting behind him, and large latex covered hands slammed into the glass. Dick’s frantic face stared at him, and Y/N couldn’t stop the smile from creeping on his face.

How it must feel for the rabbit to slip through the Hunter’s fingers.

When the train began moving, Y/N wiggled his fingers in a mockery of a goodbye. He now sees why Jason loves teasing Dick. Dick’s angry expression really does tickle a sore spot in Y/N. Choosing a spot near the windows, Y/N prepared himself for the 10 hours train ride. The sun will not be rising when he gets there, but he never expected to make it to sunrise. Peering into the duffle bag next to him, Y/N gave a bitter smile and turned his attention back to the passing sight of Gotham city.

In the Batcave, everyone was pacing and figuring out the best way to do this.

“Are you sure that is where he is going?”

“For the last time, I saw his ticket, yes. He is going there!” Jason winced at Barbara’s raised voice and he grit his teeth in irritation. He massaged his temples, “Why North Carolina? What is even there?”

“The beaches.”

“No shit you little spawn, but which one.” Nightwing didn’t bother reproaching his brother, and instead tightened his fist. He was so close to grabbing his brother. So close.

The very knowledge that his little brother had barely escaped him stoked two different emotions in him. Pride in knowing that his brother was fast, fast enough to get away from him, and irritation because he did slip through Nightwing’s fingers. Batman didn’t seem bothered.

In fact he looked awfully relaxed for someone whose son had just hopped on a train to North Carolina. Nightwing glared at him, “You know where he’s going.” Batman shrugged, “An idea.”

“Where?”

“Y/N took his freediving gear, and there’s only one beach in North Carolina that is worth freediving.”

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Y/N felt the water encompass him, hugging his limbs and freeing him of gravity. The light attached to his forehead illuminates the sea and sees marine life at night. The train ride had been long and restless, but he did manage to at least sleep for 4 hours, before his nerves woke him up once more.

It was still dark, but at 4 am in the morning, it would be stupid to assume there would be any light. Navigating to the pier at Wrightsville Beach had been difficult, constantly looking over his shoulders to make sure he wasn’t being followed. Then there was the actual jumping off of the pier that if anyone saw would have the cops racing over.

Finally though, he was here. Swimming in the water and just letting himself be. It was a poor replication of freedom, but if this will be all he is allowed he’ll take it. Who knows how long it'll be before he could do something like this. Y/N isn’t stupid. He knows that Bruce knows where he is at.

He knows his siblings are on their way over. Probably letting him get off the Amtrak first before jumping in the Batplane, or maybe even the Batboat. Y/N surfaced, and took a deep breath before diving below the surface once more.

God, this was all a terrible joke but here it was happening. Y/N could have never imagined his family doing this. When he was younger, he chalked up Bruce’s need to constantly check on him as anxiety because it was the first time the man had a completely normal person in the house. Jason had always been touchy, and then Dick came along who would ruffle their hair. Tim would hold his forearm and Damian would follow him where he went.

It wasn’t weird at all. That was Y/N’s normal, until he went to college and started making friends. Friends who were mature enough to see past his lack of hearing and shared their own sibling experiences.

Experiences that didn’t match Y/N’s.

His little trip outside the country only proved it, and Y/N wondered if it was a bad thing he decided to do in person classes instead of online. If he did online, he would live in the fantasy that his family was normal and they loved him as a person. No red flags would be waving because Y/N wouldn’t even know they are flags.

He felt the water around him begin to vibrate and from the way the fish started spazzing out, Y/N knew his time was limited. How funny it would be if he never rose to the surface again.

Sinking a bit further, he looked towards the surface and watched as the water distorted and ripples began to form, each one acting as a timer. Closing his eyes, he held his breath as long as he could, until his lungs began to ache. Lightheadedness caused him to almost inhale water.

Rising to the surface, he could see the ominous black shape and the people looking over the edge. Here he was swimming back to his captors’ arms. Like a mouse headed for the trap. A fish into a net.

Y/N has never hated himself more then when he took that breath of air and met the sight of cowled Batman, and masked Robin and former Robins.

‘Ready?’

“Even if I wasn’t you’d still take me.”

‘You lost Y/N, get out of the water.’ He accepted the ladder thrown down to him, and as soon as he was within arm distance, Red Hood and Red Robin hoisted him over the edge of the boat and it was Robin handing him a towel. Taking off his snorkel and flippers, Y/N let himself be guided to the inside, where an unmasked Dick sat at one of the tables with two cups of coffee. Red Hood pushed Y/N into the seat, squishing his body against the window as he laid his giant self on him. Sighing in relief and going limp.

Y/N didn’t mind. From his seat, he watched the sunrays begin to slowly peak over the horizon. The warm glow gently illuminating the darkness, the sun not in sight yet but it’s very beginnings making itself known. Y/N wonders if one day, he can fall into the illusion of once more having a choice in his decisions. That there will be multiple paths in front of him instead of just one.

A large hand patted his head, and Y/N felt disgusted that he welcomed it. Back to normalcy. He has to go back to normalcy. If he didn’t, Y/N really does believe he will go crazy. His fate has been chosen from the start, and he knows that there is little chance of changing it. He knows that all of this comes from a sick and twisted form of love, and Y/N wonders if this is the type of love he has always been destined for.

The worst part is if given the choice to start over, Y/N wouldn’t stop himself from meeting Jason. He wouldn’t stop Jason from stealing the Batmobile tires, and he wouldn’t stop Jason from being Robin. He would try and stop Jason from dying, but he wouldn’t stop Tim from being Robin, or anything really. Y/N loves Jason, he loves his family, he loves their flaws and vices, even if it means letting go of somethings. His desire to be on his own was temporary anyways, only a few years and he would come back.

It was never good to have a ‘white whale.’ That is what Moby Dick taught everyone who read it.

If freedom was his white whale, then his family are the whalers. Killing it and completely destroying anything that made him want to chase it.

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Honestly.... I'm not to sure about the ending.

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querenciasturniolo · 6 months

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headcannons ⮕ m.s

a/n: 75% boyfriend headcannons, 25% plus sized reader headcannons, but i definitely did my best !! @rainsoakedphoenix , i hope you enjoy, love 🫶🏻💓

❥ matt in the talking stage is very quick to reply, and always has something to add to the conversation. he’s flirty, but subtle about it, not wanting you to think he’s moving too fast, or give you the wrong impression.

❥ this dude is an absolute open BOOK. any question you ask him, he answers openly and honestly.

❥ he hates small talk, absolutely despises it. would rather talk about incredibly deep, philosophical things instead of a simple “how are you ?”

❥ would ask you “what are we ?” instead of just asking you out, idk man, dude’s complicated.

❥ he would not give a fuck about you being plus sized, not a single one. he likes you bc you’re a good person, and nothing else matters to him in the slightest than that.

❥ “get out of here, you’re perfect just how you are.”

❥ hands on your hips and waist when you’re out in public. i wouldn’t say he’s a fan of pda, but he isn’t one to not have a hold of you somewhere.

❥ in a more private setting ? dude is cuddly and needy as HELL. constantly holding you, whether it’s just your hand, his arm around your shoulder, standing behind you with his hands on your hips, shoulders, waist, you name it.

❥ on days where you’re insecure, he’s quick to snap you out of it. he can tell whether you need reassurance or a distraction without you even having to explain.

❥ HUGE on reading body language and tone of voice, can tell immediately if something is wrong just by the way you’re breathing.

❥ pet names for days. “baby”, “babe”, “love”, “beautiful”, “bunny” (fight me, i dare you), dude will throw in “toots” in an awful boston accent, just to make you laugh and see you roll your eyes

❥ whiny, whiny, W H I N Y. constantly asking for cuddles, kisses, hugs, scratches, everything.

❥ huge words of affirmation guy, never gets tired of hearing that you love him or your thanks for him doing something for you. essentially, he’s a giant puppy dog.

❥ always has his hand on your thigh when he’s driving oh my GOD

❥ instead of physical gifts for anniversaries, he’d give you love letters (i’m sobbing)

❥ dude is not afraid to post you anywhere, absolutely ADORES showing you off, even if it’s just of you sleeping in his lap, or an underview of you watching the tv and playing with his hair

❥ “what ? i can’t show off what’s mine ?” (kill me)

❥ supportive of you in every single aspect, not once has he ever looked at you and made you feel like you couldn’t do what you wanted

❥ lowkey possessive, but not in a toxic way ! just wants you all to himself, and gets whiny when you have to go or you have other plans and can’t come over. it’s mostly a joke, and he’d never ever do it if it actually upset you, he just truly does want you around all of the time.

❥ HUGE on setting boundaries early in the relationship, wants to know your ‘hell yes’s and ‘hell no’s IMMEDIATELY

❥ says “i love you” first, no ifs, ands or buts.

❥ “i love you, ya know ?”

❥ is blushing the entire time he’s trying to get it out, but relaxes when he sees your grin

❥ refuses to “argue”, dude only has constructive conversations where the two of you find a solution

❥ “it’s us against the problem, babe. not us against each other. what’s going on ?”

❥ three quick pecks every time one of you asks for a kiss, sometimes more, but never less, and he will absolutely pout if you ever short him.

❥ “what was that ? give me a real kiss.”

❥ some nights when his energy is low, and his social battery is almost completely gone, he’ll just lay with you with his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat.

❥ he’s a little snippy on bad days, but he always catches himself.

❥ “i’m sorry, love. i shouldn’t have reacted like that.”

❥ B A N T E R, he’s a shit, for sure

❥ “oh yeah ? wanna say that to my face ?” (think lori and noah from tiktok)

❥ on days where your body image is bad, he stops what he’s doing and takes the time to just hold you, and reassure you that your body is beautiful.

❥ “look at me, hey. i love you, every single part of you.”

❥ star gazing dates, midnight drives to nowhere, movie nights in the living room, nights where the two of you just stare at the ceiling and enjoy each other’s company.

❥ “penny for your thoughts ?” “what are you thinkin’ about over there ?” “what’s on your mind, beautiful ?”

❥ never shies away from mentioning you on the podcast/in videos.

❥ “oh my god, my girlfriend loves that.” “holy shit, me and y/n were just talking about this !”

tags: @strniolo , @ssturniolo , @thetriplets3 , @stvrni0lo , @gabbylovesreading , @dwntwn-strnlo , @tylerscreat0r , @toyourloves , @lvrsparadise , @angelcake-222 , @20nugs , @obsessivencrazy , @lollibumblebee , @stargirlv0id , @jellybeanbby , @idontexistman , @emssturniolo

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo blurb #matt sturniolo headcanon #sturniolo #querenciasturniolo

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beenbaanbuun · 3 months

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fingers w/ yunho

i wrote this in like 20 minutes bc it’s yunho and i’m horny thinking about him…

words - you know the drill

genre - smut

warnings - finger sucking, dom!yunho, sub!reader, oral (m! receiving), clit play, ignorance kink??? if that’s a thing… , soft!yunho, yunho calls reader pup…

suddenly thinking about sucking yunho’s fingers…

like imagine you’re just sitting between his thighs with two of his long fingers between your plush lips, pressing down on your tongue

you don’t know how you ended up in the position, but it’s one you find yourself in very often

yunho’s admitted more than once that he just likes the dominance of it all

the fact that it’s barely sexual and yet somehow at the same time it is

he lets you rest you head on his thigh like a dog looking at its owner

and you can’t help but look at him in the same way - eyes wide and sparkling like yunho holds the keys to the universe itself

and yet he never pays a single ounce of attention to you

there’s always a film playing in the background or something and for some reason his eyes always remain trained on the screen

but just the chance that he might pay you the slightest bit of mind is enough to send you into a dizzy haze

one that has you desperate to impress as you suckle on his fingers gently, not even moving an inch despite the fact that your knees are starting to ache

you always make sure to behave like a good girl just in case he looks at you

and every so often he changes it up and slowly fucks his fingers in and out of your mouth

they hit the back of your throat to make you gag before he pulls them out almost completely

sometimes he likes to pull your jaw open so you’re just sitting there with an open mouth and your tongue gently lapping at his fingertips

really, it’s nothing special and it never lasts long, but it’s enough to remind you of your place - on your knees and ready to be used

when there’s spit gathering at the corners of your mouth as your boyfriend mindlessly plays with you, it’s hard to forget your place

after an undisclosed period of time, he’ll drag your face to his crotch by your jaw and get you to suck his cock

he doesn’t mind how, quick and sloppy or slow and intimate, just as long as you’re making him cum by the end of it

he still pays you no mind throughout the whole thing, desperately trying to hide his moans behind well placed coughs

and then once he’s finished and you’ve swallowed it down like a good girl, that’s when he finally looks at you

it’s always with a sweet smile as he invites his good girl back onto the sofa

“come on, pup,” he mumbles as he pays the spot next to him, “you’ve done so well, hm? want me to make you cum for me?”

and you can help but nod as you crawl up onto the furniture and cuddle in close

he lets out a chuckle when you press yourself into his side, spreading your legs ever so slightly so he has enough room to work

he’ll press a kiss to your nose as he slips his hand inside your shorts to play gently with your clit

depending on his mood, he might go back to ignoring you as he toys with your sensitive bud, but more often than not, your pathetic whines are enough to make him pay full attention to you

but despite his kind expression, his hand is determined

he changes pace often, pressure alternating alongside it

sometimes it’ll be soft and gentle and then a second later his fingers will be speeding up and pressing down harder and harder until you’re squirming and squealing under his touch

and when you finally cum and your body goes limp for just a moment or two, yunho will just smile at you and pull you completely onto his lap

because no offence but he is the softest man to ever exist outside of sex and you cannot deny that

like the moment the both of you have cum, he’s on you like a giant puppy, kissing you softly and massaging you all over

his fingers brush over your bruised knees and he pouts and coos as if he isn’t the one that caused it all

but you don’t mind

because when he’s holding you like you’re the most precious thing in the world, all you can think of is how much he means to you…

#ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez oneshot #ateez fic #ateez scenarios #ateez headcanons #ateez smut #yunho fanfic #yunho x reader #yunho smut #yunho scenarios

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urwifebabes · 2 months

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Just some smiling critters x reader fluff where they get jealous when reader spends more time with someone

“please.”

relationship(s): smiling critters x reader

warning(s): fluff

you were new to playcare but you instantly bonded with the critters. you don’t why but it was kinda magnetic? if that’s the word. you first met Hoppy Hoppscotch and tried to “hop to the moon” with her. you then met Picky Piggy and you guys talked (mostly about her life there) and ate apples. you then met Catnap. he was abit off putting but still sweet nonetheless, he warmed up to you as days went by and even laid on your lap, purring sometimes.

you then had met Bubba Bubbaphant while he was helping Ms. Delight educate the kids. he was sweet but very nerdy. it made you smile. as it was time for ‘recess’, you had came out to meet a cool bigger body name “Kickin’Chicken.” you could tell he wanted to impress you so whatever he did, you looked and smiled as if you were impressed as you watched him beam each time. As you tried to find your office, you ran into a red bear. at first, you had gotten a little scared before she smiled and hugged you. “you must be Ms. Y/N!” you nodded as the bear softly put you down and grabbed your hand, walking you to your office as she talked about how much she lovedd you already.

when you finally made it to you office; you took a breath realizing those were the type of ‘things’ you’d have to work with everyday. you opened the door and seen a big orange dog, Dogday. and on the other side of him was CraftyCorn. awh, they were decorating your office even though you wanted to do it yourself to pass time.

Dogday turned and looked at you. he quickly came over and pulled you into a giant hug. you guessed he was the gentle giant. “Hi, Ms. Y/N, you’re gonna love it here!”

and in fact, you did. you loved the critters so much. they were all so nice, kind, and touchy. but the touchy part had to be as friends even if it’s Dogday placing his hands right above your ass or catnaps tail wrapping around your thigh or Bobby laying her head between your thighs. these were all friendly remarks! (no they weren’t.)

one day, the higher ups made a new critter. just to spice things up. his name was “Jolly Roger” He was some type of sheriff that was a Kangaroo. you had grown to like him and spent less and less time with your critters and more time with the second hopping animal.

the days, turned into weeks, and then months. and the times you did hang out with the OG critters, you also smelled like ground coffee. Jolly’s scent. They hated it. so they decided to speak up. sooner than later.

you were in your office when Dogday came in. Catnap had tried to follow but he quickly told Catnap to leave. “Angel and I have to discuss this, alone.” Catnap didn’t like that too much but he obliged after the other critters told him to.

“okay, Angel.. on behalf of me and the other critters.. you’ve lost your mind and you need to find it.”

you were appalled as you looked up at him with a questioning look. He quickly changed demeanor and chuckled nervously.

“w—what I meant was.. you’ve been giving a lot of your time to the other newest critter and hanging out with us less and less and.. we don’t like it so .. please think about that.”

you looked at him and thought his words over. you were spending a lot of time with Jolly and you didn’t even process it. you quickly sat up and walked over to Dogday, bringing him into your arms.

“oh, Dogday, I’m so sorry, I didn’t even notice..” you whispered into his fur before you went outside to the others and hugged them all each one by one.

“I’m sorry, everyone.. I didn’t even notice and that’s my fault.. I promise to be better to and towards you all.”

they all forgave you and from then on, you spent more time with your critters. equal time with them all. which usually consisted of you all in a big fur pile, happy and content as Catnaps tail gripped your plush thighs and Dogdays head laying on your tits. ah, good times indeed.

A/N: sorry didn’t know if you wanted romantic or not so inbetween!

TAGS : @2faced-fairy @alyssalololol

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bakugosatoru · 5 months

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You and Bakugo adopt a kitten together

Requests Open!

Warnings: None Genre: Romantic Fluff Fic Type: Short Fanfic (1k Words) Fandom: My Hero Academia

Authors Note: I actually work at pet store and thought about this story in my head while working so now I shall share it with all of you.

"I still dont understand why we couldnt get a big dog" grumbled Bakugo, as you wandered the rows of cages full of all myriad of rescued dogs and cats.

"I don't know, maybe because our apartment lease very clearly states 'no dogs'? Besides, it wouldn't be fair honey, our apartment isn't exactly a penthouse, and with how much you and I are away with work? Poor thing would go crazy" You calmly explained for the hundredth time to your moping boyfriend.

It was his own fault, he had let his guard down. About a week ago you were both lying on the couch after a long mission and an ad came on the television about a rescue shelter near your apartment that had animals looking for their forever home.

"You know it could be fun to have a kitty, I had one growing up" You mumbled, cuddling up into your boyfriend on the couch.

"Oh? Yea sure honey" He mumbled, clearly a little too tired to be fully paying attention.

But that was all the confirmation you needed.

So here you were, walking the rows of dog and cats, looking for the new perfect addition to your little family. Your eyes scanned the various kittens in the various enclosures and you felt your heart melt, you just wanted to take them all home. But no, Katsuki made you promise you were only getting one on the drive here.

Finally you reached the room at the end of the hall. The shelter had placed the kitties that were up for adoption into the room for prospective families to take a look at, so you and Katsuki slipped through the two doors (to prevent any kitty escapees) and into a room full of fluffy balls of joy.

"Babe there's so many! Look how cute!" You beamed, stepping towards a small ribbon toy and picking it up, four or five kitties flocking to your feet as you swirled it around.

Katsuki just smiled as he stood back, watching you spin around, the kittens running after you. He wandered over to the bench on end of the room and sat down. You were the one that wanted the stupid cat after all, he was happy to just let you pick. But he couldn't help but smile at your excited squeals as the kitties clambered all over you.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp sensation in his leg. He looked down to see two small kittens, quite a lot smaller than the rest, clawing their way up his pant leg.

"Dumb cats, what are you doing? Your going to put holes in my pants you know!" He grumbled, with no real malice in his voice, as the two small kittens curled up into his lap. His hands hovered over the small creatures, not exactly sure what to do with them.

Gentle had never exactly been his forté

"Aw Katsuki honey, they like you!"

Bakugo looked up to see you walking over, that gorgeous smile on your face that always made him melt.

God you were too good for him.

"Dumb idiots just crawled up my pant leg and sat here, probably just think i'm a warm bed" He grumbled as you sat down next to him. You rested your head on his shoulders and you reached out and began to softly stroke the head of one of the kittens. A quiet purring radiating from it. Katsuki slowly lowered his hand to the other kitten, being as gentle as possible, using his fingers to scratch its head and around its ears. Soon enough, that kitten joined his friend in purring.

"That means they're happy right?" Bakugo mumbled

"Mhm" You smiled, pressing a small kiss to his cheek. There was nothing you loved more than seeing your loud, strong, and sometimes rough around the edges boyfriend turn into a gentle giant.

"I don't know how we're going to pick just one" You sighed, looking at the two kittens in your boyfriends lap. Bakugo paused for a second, before sighing.

"I know what your doing" He said, exasperated.

"I have absolutely no idea what you mean" You smirked

"Whatever, dumb idiot should have a friend or whatever." He grumbled, cradling both the kitties in his arm as he stood up to go find an employee to help with the paperwork.

"You mean it? We can get both?!" You leapt from the bench following your boyfriend and holding his free hand.

"Only if I get to name one of the dumb things" He grumbled, but he couldn't hide the smile curling at the side of his lips as he waved over the employee.

So after about an hour of paperwork, many thank you kisses, and a short ride home, you welcomed two new little fluffy creatures into your family.

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Bonus

"Babe you cannot name him Grenade" You laughed, cradling one of the kittens in your arms as you looked down at your boyfriend, sprawled out on the floor, playing with the other kitty.

"You said I could name one, that was the deal" He said, his smile evident in his voice.

"Come on! I named this little one Blossom!" You said, rolling yourself off the couch and onto the floor, allowing the two kitties to play together as you curled into Bakugo's side. His arms wrapping around you and pulling you closer.

"Hmmmm" He hummed, his chin resting against the top of your head.

"Explosion?"

"No"

"Murder"

"Absolutely not"

"Gunpowder kitty of death"

"Babe!" You laughed, wacking him in the arm with a cat toy that was laying on the ground.

"Well then, that settles it, Grenade it is" He said triumphantly, before turning your head slightly and catching your lips in a soft kiss.

"I love you dummy" You hummed as his lips parted from yours.

"I love you too babe, and our two new dumb cats" Bakugo sighed happily.

#bakugou x reader #bakugo fluff #mha fluff #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki x reader #mha bakugou #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #NinesWritings

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yukidragon · 4 months

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May we have a story about Jack's clingy side and uses his puppy dog eyes to make MC to cuddle with him longer? (He uses the puppy dog eyes whenever he wants something and it works 100% of the time) Jack kind of reminds me of a giant puppy.

I love this idea! Jack definitely knows how to channel puppy energy to his advantage, and my MC Alice definitely falls for it every time.

In fact, I love this idea so much that it inspired me to turn it into a quick writing prompt. I also remembered that I owe everyone a nice little Jack x reader fic from the poll I made last year, so I wrote this writing exercise in 1st person gender neutral perspective.

So here it is, just a short but sweet first draft story about clingy Jack giving his sunshine some puppy dog eyes and pleading to get a bit more cuddle time. I don't think any real warnings apply, though it does get a little suggestive. Also, I think this might count as GrovelCore?

Anyway, I hope you enjoy my writing, and consider leaving a comment please!💕

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

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It was nice to have moments like this, just the two of us on the couch cuddled up together. The way Jack wrapped me up in his big, strong arms made me feel so safe, so content. Even though I was tucked comfortably in his lap, he practically surrounded me with his warmth. It was the perfect way to spend a day off from work.

The show on TV was entertaining, but it wasn’t enough to draw my attention away from Jack for long. He didn’t seem to be paying attention to it at all. Every time I looked up at him, I never failed to see those beautiful dark brown eyes of his gazing back at me. His mouth was shaped in a gentle curve of a smile, his expression almost dreamy as he admired me with so much love and adoration in his eyes that it sent my heart racing. I had to look away when the butterflies in my chest fluttered so hard they were ready to burst out of me.

Fuck, I was so down bad for this man, I was down atrocious.

A gloved finger brushed against my cheek, slowly tracing the contours of my face until reaching my chin. The sensation sent a delicious shiver down my spine, and my eyes returned to Jack as he gently guided my face back towards him.

“Looks like the show’s over,” Jack said. I blinked, caught off-guard, before my eyes darted to the screen to see the credits scrolling by. His honeyed voice drew me back before I could get distracted from his loving gaze for long. “What do you want to do now, sunshine?”

The first thought that popped into my head made my cheeks burn and brought back those damn butterflies. The second thought reminded me to check the time.

Ah damn it. Curse must-watch binge-worthy television. Why must I always fall for your siren song of “just one more episode”?

“Not run errands, that’s for sure, but it’s getting late,” I said with a heavy sigh, banishing the butterflies and steamy thoughts to whence they came. “Groceries aren’t going to buy themselves, and I’ve got a bunch of other stuff I should get out of the way while I’m out too.” I sighed again, shoulders slumping.

Being a responsible adult dealing with all the responsible adult bullshit sucked sometimes. A lot of the time. Actually probably most of the time considering how many hours in a day got eaten up by a cringy job and entitled customers.

I twisted away from Jack and tried to stand, but his large muscular arms kept me locked up tighter than iron bars. I turned back to him with a questioning look, only to see him pouting at me.

“I know it’s important to be responsible, sunshine, but don’t you think you’ve been pushing yourself too hard lately?” he asked. “We have plenty of food to last a few more days, and you’ve been working overtime for the past five nights in a row. You come home too exhausted to do anything but sleep, then you go right back to work. It’s not good for you.”

“I know,” I said with a helpless shrug. “But what can I do about it? Bills aren’t going to pay themselves either.”

Jack adjusted his hold on me, not enough that I could slip free, but I could feel his hands glide slowly along my back, sending a shiver up my spine. “I know, but it’s just been so long since we’ve had any cuddle time,” he said, his pout making its way into his voice now.

I couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the way his lower lip jutted out just a little further. “You see me every day,” I teased, trying to lighten up the mood. “Besides, we woke up cuddling this morning, didn’t we? You sleep with me every night.”

“You’ve been too tired to cuddle lately,” Jack said, whining a little. “Even this morning, you didn’t really wake up until halfway through breakfast. This is the first chance in days that I’ve had to really have you all to myself.” He dipped his head down, closer to mine, and I couldn’t help but notice the way the TV’s gentle glow made his dark eyes shine. “I missed you, sunshine.”

His big soulful eyes tugged at my heartstrings, and his gentle caress along my back made me want to melt into him. “I missed you too,” I admitted after a moment. We couldn’t exactly talk when other people were around, and work had been too busy for us to even sneak a kiss without the risk of getting caught in the act.

I was pretty sure Jack wouldn’t mind even if someone else could see him making out with me. In fact, I had a sneaking suspicion that he might even enjoy getting caught. Sometimes this man acted like he had no idea what it meant to feel shame.

Then again, Jack was always painted up like a clown 24/7. If he wasn’t embarrassed by the bright face paint or his silly jokes, then he probably didn’t know the meaning of the word.

Sometimes I wished that I could say the same. The idea of being seen making weird faces while holding onto the air left me feeling a level of cringe that not even the greeting at my job could match. It probably would be a kiss with tongue too knowing Jack.

The thought left me burning, both with mortification and the memory of the way his kisses made me feel.

Maybe it would be worth the embarrassment considering how good of a kisser Jack was.

As if reading my mind, Jack brushed his lips against mine, just a peck, but it was enough to snap my attention entirely to my boyfriend. “Then stay with me,” he said with a hint of desperation to his breathy voice. “Please?” He planted another kiss on my lips, just a little longer but still only a tantalizing taste of what he could offer me. “I need you.”

Jack finished off the last of my resistance by saying my name in that same pleading tone while looking at me with so much love and need in his beautiful dark brown eyes. His desperate voice and puppy dog eyes made me melt like cotton candy in water.

I gave in to him. I couldn’t help it. I was weak to him when he begged me like this, and I needed Jack just as badly as he needed me.

“Jack,” I sighed as I looped my arms around his neck and drew Jack in for another kiss. I could feel him smile against my lips, and he murmured my name again before his tongue slid into my mouth to get a taste of me.

Soon I was pinned against the couch, breathless and panting, with Jack looming above me. His arms were a cage that secured me there and ensured that I wasn’t leaving anytime soon. Not that I wanted to with the way his mouth moved along my neck, hot and wet. I couldn’t help but moan his name as he sucked on my skin, arching up into him.

Even before Jack started tugging at my shirt, I had a feeling that I wasn’t getting any errands done today, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Every touch, every kiss, and every murmur of my name along with sweet praise made the world around us fade away, until nothing else existed but the two of us and our love.

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #My Writing #Sunny Day Jack x Reader #Yandere x reader #X Reader #Reader Insert

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cafecourage · 2 months

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Have now seen the other post. I low-key wanna read the chain all being bunnies for a day.

- Glitter ✨

I’ll do bunny Headcanons for you just so you know what you’re getting into. I had to do a lot of research for this.

Time:

- Time is a Flemish Giant mainly because of them being on the bigger side of the scale. But also they’re apparently the oldest and calmest breed there is.

- I don’t think he is in a rush to be turned back. If anything he is going to just plop into your lap and stay there. He is an old man let him flop over and rest.

- He doesn’t get the zoomies sadly. The most you get from him is climbing on you or following you around because he wants pets. But he will go to take care of the others too.

- Time tends to be the one papping the others to calm down if they start up again. He doesn’t want to hurt them while in this situation but he doesnt want to overwhelm you.

- He is probably in the middle of the cuddle pile. He is the biggest rabbit of them all.

Twilight:

- Twilight being related to Time also is a Flemish Giant bun. Though I would think he is a bit more fluffy compared to Time.

- THIS MAN IS SO CONFUSED WITH THIS NEW FORM. Like seriously! He isn’t used to being this type of mammal! He feels a bit vulnerable as buns are prey animals and he was a wolf.

- He will have zoomies as he is going faster than as a wolf. Which is wild to his brain as both animal brains are competing. Twilight is probably more dog then bun still as he probably has chased his tail and looked like he was about to take off helicopter style.

- Twilight is probably on Wild and Hyrule duty as they 100% will wonder off and he is the only one that really can track as an animal.

- He is also going to be in a few cuddle piles. BUT MAN DOES THIS BOY LIKE PETS. Him and Wild are going to have a pile on your lap. AKA Twilight is going to lay on top of Wild to get him to stay still.

Warriors:

- It seems French Lops are the most “prized” for rabbits but I’m doing base research. They are normally sweet, calm and Intelligent which sounds a lot like our captain.

- Warriors is slightly weirded out that he is a bun. In the end he is just trying to watch over the younger ones. He doesn’t really mind it but he really hates the feeling of having dirt in his fur. It’s also nice to have his fur brushed out.

- The captain stomps a lot mainly because he wants some sort of order. He is huffing and puffing as shenanigans keep happening while he wants just some kind of peace. You just cant help but coo over how cute he is even while pouting.

- Warriors also wont start cuddle piles but will be dragged into it. Mostly by Wind. He does something similar to Twilight and lays on Wind sometimes just incase but the sailor doesn’t seem to mind.

- WHAT HE DOES LIKE IS BEING PICKED UP. Warriors doesn’t know why but he loves getting held and can’t help but melt into your arms.

Sky:

- I saw an English Lop and pointed screaming SKY. They are very calm and easy natured and very cute but I’m bias and think long ear rabbits are cute.

- Like Time, Sky bee lines to your lap. He wants you to be his pillow now. It’s revenge really. Sky is going to hinder your ability to figure out how to fix this because as soon as you sit down he is in your lap.

- Sky is also the one’s that keep everyone in the cuddle piles. Because he is a chonk boy he is basically a weighted blanket but smol(ish). He just wants everyone to calm down and enjoy the moment of not being in instant danger.

- He probably has gotten almost everyone here to cuddle. Since he doesn’t really have the zoomies due to him being a sluggish boy but also a more chill boy. He just wants cuddles.

- Sky doesn’t care about being picked up tbh. He doesn’t mind it but he really just wants you to sit and cuddle.

Legend:

- Dutch Rabbits visually look like the rabbits I’ve seen before. Given that Legend is angry about being a rabbit in the first place I think a Docile breed would make things worse.

- He is the only one that can talk still, so he is helping you figure out how to help them as you can’t hold the master sword as your not a hero and your trying to figure out how to use a moonstone.

- Legend doesn’t mind being a bun right now as he really just is used to it at this point. If anything he is trying to fill everyone in about how to be one and avoid getting distracted by you.

- This man doesn’t get zoomies anymore sadly but he is still the fastest of the bunch so he is partly crowd control for the younger and partly trying to get everyone to stay together.

- Legend will succumb to a cuddle or two or three. He is going to flop on Hyrule though.

Hyrule:

- The American Rabbit is apparently a rare breed of rabbit. Which Given Hyrule’s whole thing makes sense. Typically they are good-natured and calm.

- Hyrule is going to wander. Though not to far as he really doesn’t like that he is small and killable. But with Wild. Maybe. He does like the new perspective.

- HYRULE LOVES CUDDLES AND TO BE PICKED UP. He isn’t gonna ask for them as its clear that the others want cuddles from you but he will join any piles though.

- Zoomies are rare for Hyrule as he is a bit anxious. He really just doesn’t want to get lost in this situation. He will give chase if he wants to.

- Please brush his fur, he really likes it when you play with his hair as a normal person so it’s 10/10 as a bun.

Wild:

- Beveren Rabbit’s are highly energetic and curious apparently so perfect for Wild! I was going to make Hyrule this one but give its Wild I thought this would be better.

- Wild is the embodiment of though caution to the wind as he will go explore in this form. Hyrule might stop him but Twilight wasn’t going to let him get lost ether.

- He doesn’t mind getting into a cuddle pile but he definitely minds if SOMEONE flops on him. That being Twilight but if you wanted cuddled then thats no issue.

- Wild was made for Zoomies. He has a lot of energy and we know he wont stay still. He might start chases and play time but that isn’t much of an issue since Wind is always up for fun.

- Wild will also 100% try to eat stuff he isn’t suppose to so please stop him. Just scoop him up and bap him lightly.

Four:

- I pick this one on perpose as I wanted to know what was the smallest domestic rabbit. Which apparently is the Netherland Dwarf Rabbit. The only issue that I am reading is that they are high energy and a bit aggressive. Which given how many times Four is about to fist fight people I am going to wave my hand.

- You don’t understand how pissed this man is to still be the smallest bun around. But this just means he is fun sizes for cuddles! You can carry him around with one hand probably and now he has the advantage because you can do things with him!

- Four is also on watch duty for the ones that tend to be more rambunctious. He had automatically helps Warriors with Wind or Legend with Hyrule. He also is probably the most used to being this small because of being minish size. Though this is obviously a bit bigger I still argue once he gets his movement right he is on his A game.

- Four is a cuddle bug and will fall into temptation is any of the boys ask for cuddles. He ends up being squish though but it does feel like he is under a weighted blanket most of the time.

- The Zoomies wont take this guy that often. However he will begrudgingly give chase. It’s fine. He doesn’t want to run around the group chasing Wind but here he is. Zooming around.

Wind:

- This is another breed I looked up because I wanted a specific thing. Marsh Rabbits live semiaquatic lives and are really good swimmers!

- This boy is running into so many people as he wants to play. This boy is a ball of energy and will run circles around the camp. He has jump straight into the water a few times.

- Wind loves cuddle times and will take anyone’s offer to cuddle. Four, Warriors and Legend will be his target to bring into cuddles as it’s fun!

- He is also going to chase Four around for fun as the mini bun’s just want to have fun. So they will probably distract each other.

- Wind is just happy for things are more interesting than traveling to one town to the other. He really just wants to take advantage of this.

#twilight (not lu) speaks #linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse x reader #luxreader #monkey bread #idk much about buns #caramel macchiato #funfetti cake #fruit cake #gingerbread loaf #pumpkin bread #spice cake #coffee #lemonaid #honey baked apple

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ellecdc · 15 days

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OH OH NO. i mean like actual pets… like dog.. cat…

😮‍💨😅 ok ok thanks

original ask: the boys + lily and their favorite pet?

James: I could see him liking dogs and cats equally (he just loves love); the kind of dude who has the nastiest most feral cat who hates everyone and scratches the shit out of him but he's just like "awe no he's okay, he's just scared but he deserves love too". probably has some weird animals too (picks the ugliest/sickliest pets from the shelter), a dog with 3 legs, a cat in a wheelchair, a cat with no eyes, a dog that needs medication morning noon and night. mornings take him like 7 years because of the detailed feeding regiment he has for everyone

Remus: I see him as a cat person; dogs might be too much energy for him and require him to go outside?? on walks??? gross. he'd rather stay inside and read with his cat on his lap tyvm

Sirius: dog person, duh. though I could totally see Sirius having exotic birds?? like he casually walks around his flat with a giant ass parrot on his shoulder - he definitely taught it to swear and all the words to his favourite rock songs... trained it to say "get lost wanker" every time Regulus comes over

Regulus: cats, obviously. I think he'd find most other animals gross and exhausting

Barty: all of them. every animal. the scarier/larger/grosser the better. the kind of guy that people come over just for a tour of his basement that is floor to ceiling terrariums of various snakes, reptiles, spiders, tropical fish etc etc. might even have wild/exotics (random monkey in a diaper swinging from his four poster bed, a savannah cat, wolf dog, all of it). sometimes says he can't make it to friends events because feeding/caring is such an ordeal (but if we don't want him to be crazy/chaotic - this dude loves reptiles and snakes)

Evan: one very large exotic bred cat (like a savannah etc) and one scary ass well behaved giant regal dog breed that just stares at everyone always (like a doberman)

Lily: cats, I love that the potters had a large fluffy cat canonically. she'd be the kind that would train the cat to come for car rides and go camping with the family/harness train it (same). also could see her with a bunny (they are not for the faint of heart, she'd be such a dutiful bunny owner)

#ask elle #marauders era #marauders au #reader insert #self insert #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #regulus black #barty crouch junior #evan rosier #lily evans #marauders headcanon #elle's headcanons

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evillemons · 2 months

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WHAT SEX WITH NAMJOON WOULD BE LIKE (RM pt. 3)

~ everyone’s favorite part. based on the character as described in part 1 and part 2. Masterlist here.

*NSFW CONTENT*

• When Joon is in a horny mood, oof, prepare to be destroyed. His eyes darken, expression turning into pure lust; he knows how to tease her to the point where she is begging for him. He thrives on that shit; giving her little hints of pleasure, but without fully satisfying until she is desperate.

• His kisses would be deep and passionate. She would already be dripping wet before any touching.

• Would subtly tease her, like kiss her neck or whisper dirty things in her ear in public (when no one is watching of course). Loves to see her riled up and weak in the knees.

• He wouldn’t just tease though, I really think he would know how to please a woman well when it came down to it.

• A lot of people type him as dominant in bed, and I sort of agree. I see him as a soft dom, complimenting her and wanting to make her feel sexy and powerful. He would love to please her and would sometimes make sex long and drawn out.

• There is no doubt in my mind that Kim Namjoon has a big dick.

• His thrusts are strong and hard. He's a big boy with a lot of strength (those baepsae hip thrusts...).

• We all know he would love her on top, riding him (that man is obsessed with riding). Watching her use him to please herself would drive him mad. He would worship a woman’s body.

• Because he has a tendency to get sentimental, I think he would like more intimate positions like missionary, too, where he can be slow and show her how much he loves her.

• King of dirty talk and praise in that deep fucking voice.

• “You like that, baby?” “You’re so fucking sexy.” “Good girl.” “Ride me, baby.”

• Namjoon would be fucking loud in bed, unable to control his grunts. Probably louder than her.

• He’s probably very good at oral, second best to Yoongi. He would pin her hips down so he was in complete control of her, refusing to stop until she orgasms.

• She might enjoy thigh riding or light spanking if she’s feeling really horny (she probably has a secret kink for his thighs, although I may be projecting here).

• They also might like to incorporate toys into the bedroom. A couples vibrator would be super hot.

• He would become completely useless during blowjobs, being so enveloped in the pleasure but avoiding touching her or moving too much as to not accidentally hurt her.

• Would love to cum on her body, especially her stomach and pussy after missionary.

• He can be a little clumsy at times, underestimating his size and strength - he’s like one of those giant dogs who thinks they’re a tiny lap dog.

• He might get carried away sometimes and be over-indulgent or accidentally rough. He would feel awful if he accidentally hurt her, though, and would make sure she’s ok and provide a lot of love afterwards.

• She would wear one of his giant t-shirts after sex, and he would find it so endearing. They would cuddle and watch TV until they fall asleep.

#namjoon #bts #rm #bts rm #kim namjoon #namjoon x oc #namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #rm x oc #rm x reader #namjoon boyfriend #namjoon relationship #bts rm smut #namjoon imagine #rm imagine #bts headcanons #namjoon headcanons

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chapel-of-rizztual · 1 year

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Random ghoul Headcanon 2

Dew hates sleeping alone. Ever since he was summoned he’s hated it and he doesn’t know why. He normally ends up snuggled up with aether in his nest but he has been known to fall asleep on mountains chest like a little cat.

Mountain is like them big dogs that think they’re really small. He doesn’t even realise how big he is and you will end up with a lap full of giant ghoul.

All ghouls can see in the dark. They have the same reflective eyes as cats do.

Copia once got the ghouls catnip as a sort of prank/joke present. It was less of a joke when the ghouls went absolutely feral over it. He’s getting them all some more for Christmas.

Swiss and aether go absolutely ham in ikea. They’re not allowed to go unsupervised anymore.

Cumulus licks the incense sticks they use for rituals. Nobody knows she does this.

Aether has an impressive collection of awful dad shirts. And they really are ugly. He tries to get on from each country they’ve visited. Mountain and Swiss steal them sometimes.

Rain eats salt right out the tub. Sometime he’ll pour it into a bowl and add water to make saltwater cereal.

When dew was first summoned he was really scared, especially of sleeping, so copia gave him a plushie. It was one of the ikea rats that someone gave him as a joke and he half expected dew to toss it aside like he had done but dew became really protective over the little thing. He slept with every night. If it ever went missing he’d flip out. He still sleeps with it sometimes. Copia did the same with sunshine when she was first summoned but with a blanket. She still sleeps with wrapped around her.

Candles are banned from the ghouls den because Swiss was caught drinking the melted wax. He got cumulus to join him but she never got caught.

Copia very quickly learnt that the ghouls loved laser pens. They have no idea where the little red light comes from and will chase it around for hours. He once put a disco ball up in the den thinking it would work the same. It was even better. He walked into the den to see all the ghouls spinning in circles trying to chase a specific reflection while crashing into each other. It was a mess. No chores got done that day.

Ghouls can’t get drunk on regular human alcohol so mountain makes it for them. It’s strong enough to get even the biggest ghoul off their face. He also grows weed.

Aether always keeps a hair tie in his wrist for dew. He knows his hair gets in his face sometimes and bothers him but he never had a hair tie with him so aether keeps one for him.

Cirrus and dew both have their nipples pierced. Cirrus has bars and dew has rings. They’ve gotten them stuck together more then once. Mountain laughed so hard trying to untangle them he had to get rain to help him. Rain was no help.

Mountain is terrified of rabbits. He runs to cirrus for comfort whenever he sees one.

Swiss loves working in the nursery. He loves babies and thinks human babies are fascinating. The feeling is mutual the babies love him just as much.

Mountain currently reading twilight to dew upon dew’s request. They’ve made it into new moon. Dew got so mad that “Edward would leave Bella to a dog” he nearly set the book on fire. They’re both team Edward.

Most of the ghouls are early riser's, often rising with the sun. Except rain and cumulus. They can both sleep forever if you’d let them.they’re often found still curled up together asleep at midday. They’re often the last ones to leave the bed or the nest.

#nameless ghouls #the band ghost #ghost headcanons #ghoul headcanons #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #copia #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #ghost bc

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kiss-theggoat · 10 months

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(Shuffles up to you nervously) hi I was wondering if it would be ok to request a billy Lenz fix where the reader actually has a pet pig, also your my favorite writer 🙂

A/N: Two things! One, sorry for my inactivity! I was away on a trip. Two! Thanks so much for the suggestion and thank you so much for the kind words. I decided to expand your request and do different slashers with different kinds of pets!! I hope that’s okay and I really hope you like it!

Slashers With Your Pets

Slashers Included: Billy Lenz, Michael Meyers, Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger

Billy Lenz:

If you have a….

Cat, Billy is a cat man. He loooves cats, they’re so warm and cuddly, but they also understand boundaries and the need to be alone sometimes. The only thing he might not enjoy about cats is the fact that some can be timid around loud noises, which immediately means they’re timid around Billy.

Dog, Billy is less of a dog person. He thinks that dogs can be overwhelming in their attention, especially if one jumps on him or barks at him. He likes the gentle giant dogs, golden retrievers that just lay down and don’t do anything. But, if you have a little dog that barks at everything that moves, expect Billy to be very unhappy.

Reptile or Invert, BILLY HATES SNAKES. If you bring a snake or tarantula or lizard or scorpion into the house, Billy is not going to want you near him. The only reptile or invert I could see him being okay with would be a leopard gecko type. Something smaller and less active.

Farm Animal, if you had pigs, horses, or cows, something like that, Billy would probably be vulgar about how they smelled. Of course, if you owned a pig, he’d call it is little piggy. You could definitely convince him to help out with the animals, especially the pigs or cows. He thinks the cows are cute, and wants to spend time with the little piggies.

Michael Meyers

If you have a….

Cat, Michael likes cats. He understands them, they understand him. He likes to be left alone, they like to be left alone. They get along great. But, if you catch him petting your cat on the couch or inviting it up into his lap, don’t mention anything. He’ll be embarrassed that you caught him in a vulnerable time. He’ll never admit to liking your furry friend.

Dog, Michael actually really likes dogs. He likes big scary looking dogs, Rottweilers, Dobermans, Cane corsos, those types. Because even though they’re scary, they’re well trained and methodical, just like him. If you have a big dog, expect to peel around the corner and catch Michael giving it a pat on the head or a belly rub every once in a while.

Reptile or Invert, Michael could care less. They don’t do anything, so he doesn’t feel the need to pay attention to them. If you have a big lizard or something, he might be a little hesitant to touch it or go near it, but other than that, he walks by the tank without a second thought.

Farm Animal, Michael really doesn’t enjoy farm animals. They smell, require a lot of care, and make a lot of noise. They sort of cramp his style, and he doesn’t understand why the hell you’d want to take care of them.

Jason Voorhees:

If you have a…

Cat, Jason likes your cat because you like your cat, but overall, he’d really prefer an animal that shows him more affection. He wants something that wants to be near him all the time, not something he has to force to be near him.

Dog, Jason would love your dog. He would probably be a little timid at first, but after him and your dog got close, they’d be thick as thieves. They’d go out in the woods and play fetch together, Jason would carry the pup around no matter how big or small. He would adore your dog, and your dog would adore him.

Reptile or Invert, Jason would be a little scared of a tarantula or a lizard or a snake. He would probably be interested in them and try to like them because you liked them, but when it came to handling or feeding, that would definitely be your job.

Farm animal, if you had some farm animals, Jason would welcome them with open arms on his camp. He’d probably be the most open to horses or cows, but would like to see you so caring. Seeing you put in the work to take care of something so time consuming would be a really endearing trait.

Freddy Krueger

If you had a…

Cat, Freddy doesn’t like. Freddy isn’t a cat guy, he’s not into all the cuddling and the meowing and the fur. Heaven forbid your cat tear a thread from his sweater, he might just bust a vein in his forehead from holding in his angry yells. His kind of cat would be the one in the corner that hisses at everyone.

Dog, he only likes very certain dogs. He’s okay with dogs that mind their own business. Ones that just hang out in the other room and don’t bug him. If you had a dog that jumped up on him or barked at him, he would hate it. Or, his least favorite kind, tiny dogs with high pitched barks. Don’t even get him started.

Reptile or Invert, Freddy thinks they’re cool. I think he’d like lizards the most, like if you had an iguana or a bearded dragon, he’d hang out with it next to him, just chilling. If you owned a tarantula or a scorpion or any other invert, he’d be interested in it, often asking to feed it and handle it if possible.

Farm animal, no. Don’t ask. Don’t even propose the idea. Stinky, loud, annoying. He hates farm animals unless they are on his plate as a juicy steak or a nice burger. He might be able to tolerate it if you ride or own horses, but other than that, he’s really not into it.

#slasher x reader #slashers #horror movies #horror fanfiction #slasher x y/n #michael meyers #freddy krueger #freddy krueger x you #billy lenz x y/n #billy lenz #billy lenz x you #black christmas #nightmare on elm street #halloween #jason voorhees x you #jason voorhees #friday the 13th

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freakoont · 10 months

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Before the Summer Ends...

Featured content: Bungo Stray Dogs Characters: Atsushi Nakajima, Osamu Dazai, Ranpo Edogawa, Akiko Yosano, Edgar Allan Poe GN reader

Headcanons of what YOU and your favorite character are doing before the Summer ends...

Atsushi Nakajima

You guys probably did some lively outdoor activities

This can include taking your pet cat weretiger on a walk🥺

I honestly can't help but see you guys going fishing at some point🤔

you guys created a kite together and definitely tried flying! But it failed the first time :(

Don't like going outside? That's okay, you guys would also stay inside and tried making s'mores together!

If it was him deciding the date during the summer, he probably went on Google and looked at those "75 Fun things to do over the Summer" pages

Kyoka definitely joined you guys sometimes, like when y'all are taking walks haha..

Imagine you and Atsushi were together and he suddenly got the confidence to kiss you and then Kyoka shows up💀 SHE WASN'T TRYING TO RUIN IT

Atsushi is the father, you are the mother/second father, and Kyoka is your child

Osamu Dazai

He's definitely the type to wake you up at 4 in the morning to randomly tell you that y'all are going on a road trip💀

NO FURTHER EXPLANATION JUST PACK AND LEAVE

he took you guys to a hill to have a nice picnic and see the scenery

But soon tried to have a double suicide with you there... That bastard😒

OML HE WOULD DEFINITELY TAKE YOU TO A GIANT MUSIC FESTIVAL

I think he'd also take you to explore Yokohama a little more. He definitely knows the city well so he'd know the right places to take you

After all the crazy stuff, he's going to just stay on the couch and not move whether you like it or not. I mean, you can cuddle him of course. He's just too tired to move

Watch a movie/Reading a book/Writing an article/doing whatever while he's laying his head on your lap PLAY WITH HIS FLUFFY HAIR

Oh, let's not forget you guys are doing SUMMER EDITION pranks on Kunikida.

Messing with his schedule SUMMER EDITION.

Ranpo Edogawa

He doesn't want to go anywhere >:(

It took a lot of convincing but you guys went to the beach together

But he's just going to sit under the umbrella eating a Popsicle

OR HES BUILDING A SANDCASTLE

WATER GUN FIGHT.

Watching a movie while he's eating all the snacks and sharing like 10% of it

You guys are watching classic Disney movies. like Nemo, Toy Story, Rapunzel, etc.

Fun board game tournaments he always won in the logic and strategy ones😭

OMG YOU GUYS WENT TO THE AQUARIUM WITH POE😳 threesome when?

If you try taking photos together during the Summer he'll either tell you to hurry up or whine and refuse because he thinks it's boring and a waste of time😒 but he'll do it in the end just for you

Akiko Yosano

GOING SHOPPING TOGETHER❤️

SUMMER FASHION MONTAGE.

Taking walks near the beach while holding hands

You guys went to an art museum together and bought some souvenirs for eachother

Making a summer playlist of eachother

Going on a picnic while watching the sunset/sunrise

You guys tried making homemade ice cream.... It was a flop😭

WINE TASTING EVENT BETWEEN YOU TWO

let's be for real.... Y'all went styling to a casino and had fun

Edgar Allan Poe + Karl

The most obvious would be you two cuddling with maybe Karl joining it took a lot of convincing for Poe to do it.

PLAY WITH HIS FLUFFY HAIR. I REPEAT. PLAY WITH THE FLUFFY HAIR. it makes him feel all warm inside🤭

Since he came from America and doesn't know a lot about Yokohama, you're his free tour guide (or payment is just kisses and cuddles)

He probably doesn't want to do top much outside honestly

Making a romantic dinner together🥺

He's reading you his poetry🙏😳

You guys tried doing dancing together while some music played in the background

He went to grab something from the groceries real quick so you and Karl just partied and did father/mother son activities together in under like 15 minutes

He DEFINITELY had to ask Ranpo for help on what to do. Ranpo is like "idk do whatever ig" WHICH DID NOT HELP😭

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John Wick SFW

i love my baby boomer so much pt2

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Very affectionate, maybe too much. He’s always hugging, kissing and touching you if you are within reach. It really makes you wonder how the entire underground world fears him. He’s so sweet.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Your friendship would most likely start over something small. A friendship with someone in the business would be ideal as bringing outsiders into your life as an assassin was dangerous. If you didn’t meet through the job it was probably in a park, at a bar or even a restaurant.

John is bold enough to order a drink and forces himself to be confident enough to talk to you but after you receive said drink, you must go up to him. Even though he is the one who made the first move when you come up he’ll be a flustered mess. He’s good at keeping his composure but you can tell he’s nervous. It’s very cute.

John as a best friend is different from the John Wick everyone knows. He’s goofy, he laughs (even giggle’s sometimes), he takes lots of photos and loves to playfully touch you a lot. Chances are he has a crush on you but if you’re not looking for anything romantic he would never ever make you uncomfortable all he really wants is to cuddle with you.

He’ll have deep conversations with you as he drives you around in his mustang, speeding up and driving fast when you ask him to. He’s there when you cry with whatever you need, you are bored with things to do and you have a problem with solutions ready.

He’s the bestest friend ever !

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Yes. Just yes. You’re watching a movie? You’re on top of him or his heads on your lap. You’re going to bed? You can be the big spoon if you want! You’re cooking dinner when it’s your turn? He won’t get off you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burrowing his face into your shoulder from behind to ask you what you’re doing for the millionth time….

Don’t think you’re safe in public either.

You’re somewhere crowded? Looks like you’ll have to sit on his lap and hold onto your mid second, what if you fell? No matter where you are John loves to be touching you in some way and love love loves skin to skin contact. He’d lay in bed for days with you if he could.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

John thinks of them about how nice it would be to marry you; Buy a nice house and find a nice 9-5 job where the two of you could wake up every morning, have sex and laugh while spending the entire weekend together.

He thinks about a dog and a cat and maybe even kids… A pool, big kitchen and a huge bed you never even use most of the time because you’d be too busy snuggled up with one another… a fireplace and giant backyard with anything you wanted.

These thoughts are usually interrupted by his alarm clock or a gunshot.

A domestic life with you seemed unattainable. He makes up for it by cooking and cleaning for you when he’s home even if it’s not his turn to. Many times you’ll notice him staring at you with a distant look in his eye while you tidy up the house. If you ask him what’s wrong he’ll tell you it’s nothing and begin to help.

John would never tell you when he left to get a missing ingredient for dinner that night he saw a married couple, laughing and what could only be considered canoodling on a park bench with no care in the world. He felt like a creep watching but he knew it was something he could never fully have with you.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would beat around the bush and be so bad at what he’s trying to say he just outright blurts it out. It’s hard for John to let go of things and end things. If he’s breaking up with you it’s because he’s exhausted all other options and it’s the only thing left. I’m in an ideal situation, the two of you’d work it out and live happily ever after.

John’s learned to hope for the best and expect the worst at all times.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

The minute John realizes he loves you he wants to get married but in his eyes it’s not compatible with his life. Maybe someday if you really wanted, he’d try and leave for you, if it was even possible. It would take at least a couple years before he even made jokes that you were his wife or talked about it.

He doesn’t dream of a wedding but he wouldn’t mind a ring. You don’t even have to actually get married, a promise is enough for him. But at the end of the day he’d do anything for you, but nothing too big please? John does not like the attention.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Gentle to the point people can’t believe him and Baba Yaga are the same. To a lot of people it’s shocking to see him as such a doting man. This was the guy they warned their children about? This was the man whose very name sent shivers running down many people's spines? Hard to believe when he looks so happy and human.

John could never hurt you, ever. For no amount of money and nothing in the world, even if you hurt him, no. He’s attached to you and wants to treat you with nothing but love and respect. You're his partner which means a lot considering how reserved he is. You’ll see a side that literally makes him seem like a completely different person to a lot that know him, including close friends.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

John will hug you any time he can get because he loves hugs. He’s muscular but not ripped so his hugs are very, very firm but soft. He loves to squeeze you tight, but not to the point it’s uncomfortable. You will get rocked back and forth and also expect a kiss as well.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Not fast. Though John probably wants to say it after the first time you sleep together, he didn’t grow up feeling loved. He never ever heard the words “I love you” while growing up. Which made him believe love didn’t exist within the life he lived; until you.

It started with a new feeling and he even went to Doc thinking he was having a heart problems because, why couldn’t he breathe and why was his chest so tight? Doc laughed him out of the doctors chair. John was perplexed… Uh he may be having a heart attack for God’s sake!

Then John realizes, nope, he’s just in love for the first time in his entire life. A feeling so new and foreign but, you are now his reason to fill his lungs with air and the chest pains now felt like butterflies. He’s sure to let you know how much he loves you, whenever he can.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

John’s confident and he trusts you in fact, he thinks it’s funny watching people try to get with you because you’re so uninterested. The look of shame or anger these people showed on their face was laughable. Even more so when they notice it’s because you’re together.

It’s hilarious, his presence is so intimidating to most it’s hard not to acknowledge him but he’s just so damn quiet sometimes you miss him. Yes he talks a bit more, smiles more, when you’re out in public to appear more approachable.

Naturally he’s a bit awkward which makes him so much more attractive to you. The embarrassed grins, nervous laughs and small glances towards you makes it almost look like he has good people skills with how charming it is on him. But don’t forget, The Boogeyman lives deep within John. It’s scary sometimes how he can just switch.

To go from a laughing, charismatic man to silent and so tense you would say you could actually feel the tension radiating off of him. Sometimes people are more bold than they should be. He stares at them with an unabashed expression. You love it because when it comes to staring contests, he always wins.

At the end of the day you’d be sleeping with him when it was time for bed. He’ll defend himself, saying it’s not jealousy, just doesn’t like some of the shit that these men say to you and it’s obvious they could never get with you… but you know, oh you know, deep down it’s jealousy.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

All over the place. Sometimes John likes to kiss you slow and deep, sometimes he likes to kiss you with such passion it feels more like your rubbing teeth than lips. It doesn’t matter though because in every kiss you feel loved and totally consumed by him.

He loves to kiss you and will find any moment to pull you in for a peck on the lips or a loving makeout session. John loves to kiss you on your, lips, shoulder, thighs and enjoys when you kiss his forehead, neck and stomach as it feels so intimate.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

John attempted baby talk once and you laughed so hard he’s too humiliated to ever try again but he does soften his voice and he’s very sweet. Never would hurt a child, tries to make sure they can’t see any gore if he’s working, and will even buy them something if he sees they broke or dropped and ruined said thing.

He definitely makes you reconsider wanting kids if you don’t but does lean himself more towards not wanting them. Ultimately it’s up to you in his mind.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

You usually wake up to kisses being trailed all over. He’s not trying to wake you up— no seriously, he knows how much you love your sleep— but he just can’t help himself. He wakes up two minutes before his alarm goes off like clock work to make sure it doesn’t wake you up.

John doesn’t understand how it works but he keeps it set because he only wakes up two minutes early when you’re in bed with him. Even if he went to bed without you it’s like his body can tell when you're snug against him. If you’re at work or for some reason not home he needs the alarm clock to wake him or he'll sleep right past it.

Anyways, he does this so he can hold you, kiss you and watch you. The first few seconds he opens his eyes are Heaven to him; He doesn’t remember his childhood or that he’s the Baba Yaga, in those few seconds he’s your loving boyfriend or husband who has no other purpose in life but to love you.

He can prolong the inevitable return of these thoughts by watching your chest move up and down with slow movements. You look so content and safe in his hold. How could he ever have done those things that haunt him sometimes? Sometimes because most of the time he can live with himself, that’s exactly why he’s so good at what he does.

You make him forget how cruel life could be and he’s sure to let you know that. Mornings are soft and happy, filled with laughter and many, many kisses and cuddles.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

John loves to get ready for bed with you, he usually goes to sleep whenever you’re ready, though sometimes life doesn’t allow for that. When it does he’ll brush his teeth next to you, shower with you if you’ll allow, get changed, read, talk or whatever you want to do. As long as he gets to be near you he’s okay with anything.

When you can’t be together he calls you. If it’s too dangerous to call, he texts you. It’s a simple goodnight and I love you but he loves to hear your voice before he goes to bed, he’s convinced it leads him to have good dreams instead of nightmares (that don’t even phase him but still leave him feeling drained).

He keeps it short though because he doesn’t talk a lot and if he’s going to, he’d rather see you in person. Nights like mornings are very domestic and loving when you two are together.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Oh jeez, it definitely takes forever for him to tell you personal things. John isn’t a mute, he talks, if he’s interested in you he’ll probably have discussions with you where, he still won’t talk much but he’s not as quiet. The first time he says something personal it actually shocks you and leaves you speechless to the point he’s waving his hand in front of your face blushing.

Once you cross the boundary where he realizes just how much he loves you and trusts you he’ll tell you anything, even the things he’d prefer not to talk about. John’s a completely new man with no filter and lots of funny stories for you to hear and laugh at.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

When it comes to you? Very patient. Unless the situation calls for him to not be aka you being hurt / kidnapped or someone fucking up something of yours or upsetting you. Then he gets very angry and the Baba Yaga comes out.

With you though he feels like he couldn’t even get mad at you. Frustrated, yes. Annoyed… Eh maybe sometimes but rarely… Upset? Now there we go. He gets upset and looks like a sad puppy who's been kicked to death (lol) which ends up making you sad as well. Arguments almost never happen because he’ll go out of his way to make sure they don’t happen.

The times he does get frustrated he gets quiet. He won’t let you walk all over him or hurt him but he’ll sulk and argue almost like a scorned child. Sometimes you swear he even looks like he’s pouting. It’s definitely a side of John that you, and only you, will ever see.

This is probably also one of the only times he’ll go down to his workshop in the basement, just to get away. He doesn’t want to fight with you ever, it hurts more than any physical pain he’d endured. So he leaves you alone, to calm down while he does as well. By the time he comes back up the argument will be long forgotten and you two won’t be able to stay away from each other any longer.

If it’s something serious, it can be talked about, not argued.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Oh, John remembers all if he’s not busy with a contract. It’s to the point sometimes he’ll remember things you had completely forgotten about. Buys you things you had only mentioned once, knows your favorite order at every restaurant / fast food chain, scents, a lot of the things he buys are in your favorite color… the list could go on and on.

Let’s just say if you both went on the newlywed game, you’d definitely be winning that free honeymoon trip.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

One of John’s favorite memories is when he first started to notice and then finally realized how much you felt safe around him. He’d notice how you’d get closer to him when there was a jumpscare on the TV or when someone would start yelling in public. The way you’d grab onto his bicep and scoot/ step closer so you were touching.

Even when you’re not scared, it’s automatic.

You do it when you’re telling him something vulnerable, explaining an eerie situation that unnerved you earlier and when you snuggle deeper into his side while you're sleeping. He smiles to himself every time your unconscious body moves to wrap around and hold onto him, like it knows that nothing could ever happen while you were in his arms.

And you were right, nothing would ever happen to you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

This man is very, if not the most protective man you could ever date. Not possessive to an abusive level but in his head he’s yours and your his. If someone else starts hitting on you while you're out he’ll put his arm around you “nonchalantly” all whilst staring at them straight in the eyes and keeping intimidating eye contact.

Just how protective is he? John Wick will kill for you, in fact it’s very easy for him. He’ll fight for you, argue for you whatever he sees fits the punishment. See, you’re not his property but you are his entire world and heart, every part of him feels like he exists to be with you, especially if you’ve been together for a real long time.

No matter how well you can stand up for yourself, it’s not a macho masculinity thing (in fact he loves watching you whoop ass), he will intervene if someone pushes him to, for example disrespecting you. It’s even worse when it comes to people from the hidden underground world.

Did they forget who he is? Before you were his girlfriend you were his friend and he didn’t like when people were rude to his friends. By disrespecting you, you may have as well spit at his feet and insulted him to his face. Something he won’t stand for.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

John puts a lot of effort into the smallest dates. It took you a long time to convince him that you didn’t need the best of the best… A number one from McDonald’s was good enough for you. He always did enjoy the finer things in life, that’s why he bought such a big house, a nice car and lots of nice suits. It reminds him what he came from.

Broke, poor, orphaned. Well now he can have and buy everything he wants.

Anniversaries are spent together at home with a nice dinner (doesn’t matter if it’s at home or out) and a personalized gift. He’ll compliment you all night, find any reason to touch you and watch you. John also can’t stop smiling at you. He’s never met anyone more beautiful and mesmerizing as you are…

Gifts from him will make you cry and dates will feel so intimate / fun by the end of the night you’ll feel like you could do anything you wanted. He’ll get you and take you wherever you want but the gifts, vacations and trips that he does just to make you happy are usually the most thought out and amazing things/ times.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He’s a horrible texter.

John responds with

“Ok”

“Cool”

“Nice”

“Yeah”

“Oh”

“Sorry”

A lot. You want to rip his hair out of his head when you send a whole message about your bad day or complaining about something and he responds with,

“Oh I’m sorry.”

At least he actually answers you though. For most people he waits a week or just never responds but he will always respond to you.

If you want to have a good conversation call him, seriously just call him.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

John says he doesn’t care but he’s in the middle. He takes care of himself, buys nice, expensive and perfectly tailored suits. Shave his head and he’ll have a nervous breakdown. Baba Yaga doesn’t care if he gets messy or what people think about him but maybe deep down he does.

Takes forever on his hair, checks himself out in the mirror multiple times before leaving and doesn’t like anyone staring at him, but that could also be because he assumes everyone who stares at him is planning how to kill him.

He truly is a puzzle to be solved, at the end of the day he does really only cares what you think about him.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Could John even eat and digest his food? Walk, smile, cry, laugh or think without you? Could he even breathe? He must be able to because he did them before he even met you but now… Now he’s not so sure.

Basic human biology: what's that?

As far as he knows you are the blood inside his veins that helps his heart pump which then helps him breathe. It’s you, it’s all you. You’re the reason he keeps fighting and wants to wake up in the mornings. They wouldn’t be the same without your beautiful face being the first thing to greet him

He’s not surprised to feel your light smack as your face heats up because he’s just too damn sweet.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

This man has a really bad time keeping his lips and hands to himself. John will literally kiss you whenever he can and wrap his arms around you. Your lips are too irresistible to him and the happiness that spreads throughout his entire body is addictive. To feel your skin against his and to know you love him as much as he loves you.

John almost wants to thank you after every kiss and sometimes he does. It’s very intimate but he just wants to thank you for making him feel so good. That’s why he always wants to be touching you too. To him you just feel like a dream and he never wants to let you go if he doesn’t have to.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

John doesn’t want someone shy or docile. He wants a strong woman who can hold her own, that he doesn’t need to watch constantly. He’s your boyfriend not your father. He doesn’t expect you to be the best fighter (especially not even close to his level) or loudest person in the room (in fact that’s another thing he wouldn’t like) but he already worries so it would help him greatly if you weren't helpless.

He’s not into anyone who is nasty or rude for no reason, someone who is on their phone all the time and can’t have a decent conversation. Also nobody who is insecure as he does not want to sit there and have to tell you constantly that 1. He loves you. And 2. No he’s not mad at you.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

This man will not sleep without you if you are both home. Loves to sleep with his head on your chest or you in his arms, honestly he doesn’t care as long as you are touching one another.

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