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"How'd you two even meet, LT?"

Johnny asked without expectation of an answer, not when Simon was so keen to keep the personal details of his life close to his chest. Strong as their bond was, there were scarce few details of the taller man's comings and goings which Johnny had become privy to. He doubted he'd even have known his lieutenant had a partner to begin with had Simon not supplied the information himself.

The Scot looked over, awaiting a dismissal or an explanation, the former seeming far more likely, but he watched his companion with baited breath all the same. Simon tugged down his balaclava once he'd swallowed a mouthful of bourbon, black material hiding the barest glimpse of scarred lips beginning to smirk.

"Had one hell of an opening line."

"Yeah?"

Simon's tired eyes seemed to look a little warmer, whether with drink or memory, Johnny wasn't sure.

"Came right up to me and said, 'You've got huge tits. Bet they'd be nice to nap on'."

"Yer bum's oot the windae! That can't be how it went!"

"Had a nap on the couch once we got back to mine."

Another taste of Kentucky went down smooth and Simon shrugged off Johnny's disbelief as easy as breathing.

"My bird's got Fibro. Couldn't resist a bloke who'd make a good pillow."

Johnny turned forward on his bar stool, hand tight around his beer, and wondered if it'd even been worth it to ask. He spent the rest of the night completely unaware that Simon hadn't lied in the slightest.

(I'm having a flare up, the fatigue is a lot, and this popped into my head. Found the energy to churn it out, so whoooo. If anybody needs this behind a read more for length, just let me know.)

#blossom reads

rowansugar

I haven't been posting here for so long that I forgot to announce the release of Avery and the Squirrel Delivery! My second book!! These are the character intros I did to promote it on insta, i love my little guys :)

If you (or a kid you know) enjoy graphic novels about fairies and botany/ecology then this series is for you!

Buy it here!

jellyfishforest135

Activated them like sleeper agents

adventures-in-instant-ramen

badasserywomen

Call back to them, the best gorls

sweetmeldies

MY WIVES 😭

#kassandra #eivor #assassins creed eivor #assassin’s creed valhalla #assassin’s creed kassandra #assassinscreedodyssey

sundayniche

nothing screams girlhood more than reading fanfics late at night in bed

ilikedetectives

sweetmeldies

MOTHER

#kassandra #ac odyssey #assassin's creed odyssey #I love my wife

darkknight-hero

I think very often about omega Bruce w damaged scent glands. Maybe it was self inflicted injury, maybe it was an accident during his training or during a bad fight. But regardless, the major scent glands in his neck and both of his wrists? Damaged beyond repair

It makes a lot of things more difficult. Bruce has always accepted his dynamic, had found strength it in, and it allowed him to bond w his family. Where words fail, scent carries over his thoughts and feelings, his love and worry, his protection and his pride

But they’re damaged now, all of them. All of the easily accessible ones that allow him to scent mark his family, his loved ones

Now, imagine Jason. Jason, who is struck by something that regresses him to a pup mindset. He’s not the big, bad Red Hood. He’s just a puppy, a child, and he’s crying out for his mom

Bruce is on scene ASAP. It’s like he knew, like he could sense something was wrong, and he’s quick to gather Jason up in his arms. Jason recognizes his mom, even if Bruce is fully decked out in his suit, cowl included. Whatever mental age he’s at, he knew Bruce then and he recognizes him now, knows he’s safe, that his mom is here

But Jason needs a little more. He buries his face into Bruce’s neck, makes low little whines because he can’t reach Bruce’s scent glands. The high neckline of the batsuit block them off, serving as both protection and scent blockers. Jason is loud in his distress, using the bulk of his body to climb into Bruce’s lap and keep him immobile. He completely ignores Bruce’s protests, his attempts to get him to wait, it’s not safe to do this here-

But Jason persists. He needs Bruce to scent mark him, to blend their scents together and soothe Jason’s fear and anxiety like he always does. And when he manages to finally get to Bruce’s bare skin, he stops

There are so many scars. So many overlapping lines. Some are flat while others are raised. They’re thick and thin, like someone scratched over and over again at Bruce’s neck until they managed to rip beneath his skin. Jason lets out a pained trill, and Bruce returns it w a soft purr

“I’m okay, Jason. I’m okay.”

Jason’s stunned enough to finally allow Bruce to get him home, and when the whole suit is off, when Bruce is in soft and comfortable clothes, Jason makes his second attempt to smother himself in Bruce’s scent. He goes for his wrists this time, but they’re in similar, if not worse, states. Damaged, scarred over, and scentless

“Mama?”

Jason’s voice is small and scared. Who did this? Who hurt his mom?

Bruce’s smile is warm, but there’s an ache etched into his eyes

“Come here, baby. I can’t…I can’t scent mark you, but let me hold you anyway?”

And even if there’s no familiar scent, a scent Jason grew to love and associate w protection and family and adoration, Bruce is still familiar. Still mom. His warmth is the same, his purr, the way he holds Jason close

badasserywomen

Sonja is quite lorge

snowvee

#BRINGBACKVALKO

snowvee

this is a marathon, not a sprint! keep fighting but take breaks! we will get you home, valko! ❤️

beardedmrbean

Next up someone is going to claim that the Narnia series isn't kids books.

Kids books is probably not the best way to word it, you can enjoy them at every age, including your childhood, as you get older you may find new truths in them, but they're still good for any age.

averageferalhunter

🩶🐺BRING OUR VALKO BACK🐺🩶

neyiarts

awoo milk 🐾

lost wolfie.

if found, please return him.

dovesgrave

dad!valko headcannons

dad!valko who picks up your daughter by the neck of her fluffy onesie with his bare teeth, like how a wolf picks up it’s pup. he’d walk around the house with her like that, swinging around in the air and giggling as she gets a front row view of her dad’s laptop screen and this week’s Eoncore tech report…that is, until you freak out and force valko to put her in a carrier.

dad!valko who’s not super great at buying baby clothes for your baby girl. he keeps on coming back with sleepers that spell ‘PUPPY PRINCESS’ in big pink font, socks with grippy paw prints on it’s feet, sweatpants with a polyester tail…least to say, you’ve taken over buying the clothes for now. but you keep the little wolf onesie with wolf ears on it’s hood, because seeing your baby match your husband is too cute.

dad!valko who sleeps curled around you and your daughter, tail wrapping around the both of you, the same way he’d slept practically circled around you when you were pregnant. the baby disappears against him. you have to peel away from his muscular arms if you want to get up in the middle of the night. even if you’re being careful, his eyes would snap open and pepper you with questions of ‘where are you going?’ before following after you dutifully to sit outside the bathroom to wait for you (or hold your hand through the door). it comes from a place of love, promise.

dad!valko who is aghast when his toddler daughter refuses a home-made chocolate cake for her second birthday. instead, she points to the picture of a cream cheese frosted slice of carrot cake with wide pleading eyes, her tail swishing behind her in the exact same way her father’s did when he wanted something from you.

“aw, but sweetie, don’t you want a yummy milk chocolate gateu—“

“no!”

“ow, ow! okay, okay fine, carrot cake it is, now let go of daddy’s ears—“

dad!valko who likes to go on woodland hikes with you and your baby. you used to have to put one of those dog walking leashes on him so he doesn’t get too excited and break off to chase a deer or a squirrel. but now, you’ve got to put one on your daughter too (who recently started walking) so she doesn’t run after him. like father like daughter. sigh.

dad!valko who likes to tickle your daughter’s teeny nose with his fingers to hear her laugh, and tickle her toes with the fluff of his tail. she’s the cutest thing he’s ever set his eyes upon. the sweetest, though albeit a bit toothless smile he’s ever seen. every time she beams up at him, valko’s heart clenches. every time her little paws find his, he can’t help but to squeeze up next to you, give you those eyes, and ask…

“awwww, babe, do you think we should make our little pup another little brother or sister?”