#mac the pup

[giantbatmankinderegg2]

i made a shitty uquiz for personalised bad movie recommendations:

TELL ME WHAT YOU GOT also just so you know if there's a succession of a bunch of question marks somewhere it was supposed to be eagle emojis...

[bigfrogdraws]

have i owned rain world for 3 years and put over 134 hours into yet? yes. have i just beaten the survivor campaign for the first time? also yes.

[doyouhavethisplush]

Do you have this plush?

Mac Pup, by Jellycat

[pollencoveredman]

something less delicate

mac mcdonald has always liked when people rely on him. no matter what for, important or not, he likes to feel needed. like he has a purpose, even if only for a short while.

which is why when he starts to notice he and dennis are depending on each other less and less, he freaks out big-time. it’s also why he’s laying on the couch watching jeopardy reruns, contemplating if he should check up on dennis in his room again yet. he’s been feeling shitty all day, and mac knows exactly why.

sure, he feels bad about slightly poisoning him, but it’s not like he’ll die or anything, right? it’s just his stupid sensitive body overreacting like always — not that dennis would ever admit that.

it’s when he hears a few rough-sounding coughs coming from dennis’s room that he decides he’ll keep him company for a minute, though he’s not entirely sure he’ll be welcomed.

“den?” he says softly, knocking on his bedroom door. “hey, den, can i come in?”

he gets a groan in response, followed by another cough. mac frowns and knocks again, a little louder this time.

“go away, mac.” dennis’s voice is hoarse and muffled behind his door, though mac can hear how exhausted he sounds. 

he sighs heavily, knowing he’s not going to get anywhere if he doesn’t just get this over and done with. “alright, i’m coming in.” he announces, preparing himself for the inevitable outrage and berating when he enters without permission.

or not, he thinks to himself, blinking in surprise when dennis merely glances up and mumbles something to himself, barely lifting his head from the pillow. he’s curled up on his bed in the fetal position, shivering in his sweats and t-shirt on top of the covers.

“hey,” mac whispers, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “do you, um… do you want me to get you anything?”

dennis shakes his head, curling further into himself as a violent shiver wracks his body. mac swallows, and, god, is he guilty. he feels awful, because dennis feels awful, and it’s his fault.

“you okay?” he asks quietly, though he knows it’s a stupid question.

“too cold.”

mac snorts. “dude, that’s ‘cause you’re laying on top of your sheets. you’re meant to get under them if you wanna be warm.” he reaches for a throw blanket on the floor, but dennis weakly bats his hand away before he can get it. 

“you… don’t want it?” mac questions, eyebrow raised in confusion.

“too warm.”

it’s not unlike dennis to be this picky, but it’s also not unlike mac to get pissed off at things he’s used to by now. “my god, dennis, you are… so annoying. c’mon, just this one; it’ll make you warmer, i promise. it won’t be too hot.”

dennis just nods. he’s too tired to protest, and if he’s honest, mac’s probably right — he just gets a kick out of being difficult sometimes.

mac carefully drapes the blanket over dennis, and has to stop himself from tucking him in. “all good?” he asks as he absent-mindedly brushes a loose curl from dennis’s forehead.

“yeah.”

“good.” mac smiles tightly. “you sure you don’t want anything? like, do you want another shake, or—” he catches himself. maybe he should cool it on the shakes for now. dennis is already feeling bad enough, and he’s certainly getting somewhere with the dependency aspect of things, so he’ll give him a break for while. “actually, i gave that last one to charlie.” he says, as if he can’t make another one, and he hopes dennis is too out of it to care.

“i need tissues,” dennis mumbles. “the pollen’s getting to me.”

mac thinks for a second, crafting a mental image of their medicine cabinet in his head. “i think we ran out, so you’re out of luck there. sorry, buddy.”

dennis groans. “nothing then,” he says quietly, an edge of annoyance to his voice. he sits up slowly, sniffling and coughing into his elbow.

“aw, den,” mac frowns. “you really don’t sound good, dude.”

he wonders if it’s obvious that he’s doing this on purpose. he wonders if dennis realises that this migraine, the stomach cramps, the overall shitty feeling plaguing him aren’t all from fucking pollen.

“hey, why don’t you lay back down and get some rest, hm?” mac suggests, gently patting dennis’s leg under the blanket. “you’ll feel more better in the morning if you get a good night’s sleep.”

dennis shrugs in response, clearly not 100% listening. either he’s too tired to hear what mac’s saying, or he really just doesn’t give a shit. 

“c’mon, den, go to sleep. you’re, like, super sick. you need your rest.”

“not sick. just pollen.” dennis insists. “i’m a god. gods don't get sick.” his statement is immediately contradicted by another set of painful-sounding coughs, followed by a sneeze stifled into his elbow.

mac winces sympathetically and rubs his hand up and down dennis’s back as he catches his breath again. “god bless,” he mutters, rubbing little circles into his shoulder blade with his index finger. 

he wonders for a second if dennis might be coming down with something else on top of the poisoning. if he is, then goddamn, he feels bad. alternatively, maybe it is just pollen.

“i don’t need to be blessed, mac; i’m a god, i just told you.” he complains, flopping face-down onto his pillow. 

“right, of course.” mac sighs heavily. “look, just go to sleep, dude. it’ll help, really.”

dennis is quiet for a second, before he pats the side of the bed next to him, gesturing for mac to come over. he quirks an eyebrow, slightly confused, but obliges anyways. 

“what’s up?” he says softly as dark brown eyes meet blue-green.

“stay with me,” dennis says in that whiny voice he’s been talking in all day. “just, like, until i fall asleep. please.”

mac can’t help the smile that spreads across his face as dennis curls into his side, gently carding his fingers through his hair.

“i’m sorry you’re feeling so bad, dude.”

and he is sorry. he’s really sorry, because this whole thing is all his fault, and as much as he likes when dennis needs him, he hates seeing him so miserable. 

“s’alright,” dennis sniffles. “not your fault.”

mac swallows. he knows he should tell him, but he doesn’t want to ruin the moment. instead, he settles for pulling the blanket a little over his own lap, making himself comfortable.

“get your own blanket, thief, i’m cold.”

“shut up and go to sleep, dumbass.”

they lay together in silence for a while, mac keeping dennis warm as he quietly drifts off next to him. 

nice, he thinks to himself. mission accomplished.

[yuugurenomi]

puffs myself up so that the human anatonamy im drawing will be more scared of me then i am of it

[dyktmm22]

Eva and friends picking their day

April 16th, 2023

[macthepuppyboytoy]

Hearing my little collar jiggle is like a stim oh my god

I can't stop making it go *jingle jingle*

op is a lesbian. cishet men and minors dni

[paldean-ranger-brandy]

It's my day off. Which means I get to work more with Medusa 🖤 she's exploring the apartment right now, sniffing all over the place like a lil truffle lechonk.

...she keeps snarling whenever she comes across Macaroon's spots. Not a great sign.

[giantbatmankinderegg2]

Couldn't think of a hundred but here's my top 25 favourite shitty movies.

25. Goat Story: Worst movie of all times. Hate it. Only putting it on this list to signify how BAD it is.

24. Santa Claus (1959): There's  a lot of really bad christmas movies out there and a lot of bad movies that were released  in 1959 so it didn't come as a surprise that there was a really bad christmas  movie released in 1959.

23. Beginning of the End: Taught me what a locust is. Like i knew it was a kind of bug but I wasn't sure what it looked like. This movie has a lot of great closeups of them superimposed onto the scenes so I could see them better.

22. The Killer Shrews: This movie is BORING AS HELL... until the shrews show up to START KILLING. I made a comic recapping it at some point. I need to post it after this.

21. Hobgoblins: Ah, I remember when my father showed me that gremlins movie when I was 10. This is better I think. Well I don't remember the original gremlins movie but IN MY HEART this is better.

20. Joshua and the Promised Land: Extremely shitty animated bible fanfiction! If it was good I have a feeling the narrator would be a tumblr sexyman.

19. Future War: Speaking of the bible, the "protagonist" of this movie starts out not knowing how to speak english and ends up QUOTING THE BIBLE!

18. Merlin's Shop of Mystical Wonders: Anthology movie... Only 2 stories... Will never recover from this... This movie's also what I was watching when I drew my current desktop background.

17. The Giant Claw: ANTI-MATTER BIRD. Also random lines in this movie incidentally quote the titles of other bad movies. Here, I made a list about it.

16. Our Drawings: ARTSTYLE 72! REVERSAL OF TIME!

15. Robo-Dog Airborne: To quote my friend: "the robodog is airborne for 1 minute of the movie"

14. Manos: The Hands of Fate: My body is a machine that WILL turns everything into a Homestuck reference.

13. Ruby Strangelove: Young Witch: She's a witch. She's 8 years old. Her mother is trapped in a litteral mirror dimension with evil clowns. She's going to save her by winning a singing competition.

12. Pod People/Whatever the original title is: There are no pod people in this movie. The title is a lie. The alien looks phenomenal though.

11. Pup Star: Better 2gether: Imagine a cliché gacha life mini movie with a "they were long lost sisters all along" plot twist. Now imagine the setting is a singing competiton. Now imagine all the singers are dogs.

10. Turkish Star Wars: No idea what the plot is supposed to be but that's mostly our fault (We were talking over the exposition). The movie's also green for some reason.

9. Plan 9 From Outer Space: This one's iconic I don't have to say anything about it. (Also this one being #9 was a complete coincidence which I love)

8. Troll 2: A movie about That Vegan Teacher. A grand total of 0 trolls included. It's also not actually a sequel to anything.

7. Mac and Me: Drink every time there's a product placement. (You will die)

6. Foodfight!: A couple of furries (among other things)('other things' here includes Mr. Clean) fight Elon Musk to save a catgirl with bald ears.

AND NOW FOR THE TOP 5!!!!!

5. A Talking Cat!?!: The cat talks! And also his mouth is a thing of nightmares.

4. Christmas With Cookie: The abominable snowman keeper is the greatest character in the history of fiction. YOU WILL NOW KNOW THE PAIN OF WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO HAVE YOUR INSIIIDES RRRIPED OUT!!!

3. Alpha and Omega: Dino Digs: Extremely scientifically inaccurate movie, 1/10.

2. Santa Claus Conquers the Martians: A christmas classic (In my heart at least). I want Dropo dead.

Space Mutiny: No way... Who would have seen THAT coming... My favourite movie ever. 10/10.

Yeah.

If asked, do you think you could make a list of 100 of your favorite movies?

[novemberheart]

{overview} Kyle wakes up

{warnings} fem reader, a/b/o dynamics, poly 141, short chapter, ghostsoap

Chapter 28 <- Chapter 29 -> Chapter 30

John had rubbed your back till you fell asleep again.

Not that you stayed asleep. Your eyes fluttered open, raw and sore. You peered over at Kyle. You feel like his anesthesia should've worn off by now. Has anyone even come to check on him?

“Gazza,” you mumbled softly. You pressed your lips against the bruise forming under his cheek. He didn't even twitch. You rubbed your eyes, carefully pulling yourself out of bed. You grabbed your phone, your hand resting against Johnny’s shoulder from where he slept on the floor.

“Yes, Bonnie?” he gasped awake, his hands held onto your thighs. He thought you were upset. You were, but that wasn't why you had woken him.

“I’m going to the bathroom. I want to find a nurse or doctor or something too,” you explained, your fingers straightening the sloppy bits of his mohawk. He yawned, nodding his head in agreement. He placed a kiss against your stomach before moving to get up. His back snapped as he stretched.

“Alright, peaches,” he sighed. “Thank you for waking me,” he added, giving your bottom a slight pat. “We’ll be back,” he said over his shoulder to the alpha who was just starting the sit up himself. Your eyes burned at the light from the hall, Johnny's hand resting above your brow to block it.

“Mac, this is the mens room,” you mumbled. Even through your squinting, you could see that.

“Aye, I have to go too. Don't worry I won’t let anything happen,” he affirmed. You shrugged, glad it was empty. You came out of the stall, trying your hardest not to look over at Johnny as you washed your hands.

A man entered. A big one. You could see his shadow moving behind you and you quickly kept your eyes trained on your hands. He took a few steps towards you and your head snapped over to Johnny wondering why he hadn't said anything.

You saw Simon’s reflection in the mirror. You squealed, not bothering to dry your hands, spinning on your heels. He grunted as you threw yourself at him, his hands gripping your sides as he hoisted you up.

“You lost, pup?” he grunted, letting you lift his mask and kiss at whatever skin you could reach. Johnny chuckled, pushing the two of you out of the way so he could wash his hands.

“That’s new,” you murmured against his jaw. He had a large, angry bruise where his jaw and neck met. You could feel him shiver. He hummed in agreement, pressing a firm kiss against your chin.

“Just a scratch,” he grumbled, nipping at your cheek. “Got a fever, pup,” he tsked, almost disapprovingly. His arm extended out, his hand resting against Johnny’s shoulder pulling the man towards him. Your mouth fell open as theirs collided. It was rough and needy and you forgot how to breathe just watching them. It was short, a string of saliva connecting them as they pulled away. Johnny swiped it away with his tongue. They turned to you, evil smirks on both their lips. They kissed your cheek softly, a mean comparison to how they were just acting. Simon didn't bother to set you down, carrying you back down the hall.

“Makin’ your beta better?” Simon asked, jostling you a bit. Your eyes grew wet suddenly, making him sigh. “S’alright, pup. The doctor says he’ll be fine. You're just here to speed up the process a bit so he doesn't hurt as long,” he soothed. You felt heavier in his arms, the weight of the pack on your shoulders. That wasn't for you to carry. It was his and John’s responsibility.

The room wasn't as dark before, John had turned on a soft lamp he had found somewhere. The machine was beeping faster than before. You tried to wiggle out of Simon's grasp and he let you.

“His heart rate picked up,” John spoke, his hand resting over his face. “I called a nurse. Should be here soon.”

Kyle's fever was back. His skin had lost its warm glow, and it would've looked cold to the touch of it were it not for the sheen of sweat covering his skin. You gained some hope when he started to twitch. It started with his good foot, then his fingers, the muscles on his face quickly following.

He didn't wake up.

Your hand reached out, your fingers tangling with his as you knelt on the bed. You swore you could hear him gasp, his body relaxing almost instantly.

“Kyky?” you questioned softly. You looked behind you at John, whose eyes were wavering back and forth between the two of you.

“Where’s the bloody nurse,” he growled, making his way out of the room.

“Stop holdin’ back,” Simon instructed, nodding his head downwards. You did as you were told, your cheek resting against Kyle’s shoulder. You breathed in his scent, a high whine leaving your throat. You couldn’t stop yourself this time. Your arms wrapping around his chest as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. Your legs tangled around his good one as you sobbed quietly against him. “That’s what he needs,” Simon grunted. Simon’s large hand rested against the back of your neck, giving you an encouraging squeeze. “Needs a push to wake up,” Simon continued.

Simon had been in Kyle's shoes before. Granted, at the time you hadn't known him yet, but he remembers what it was like to be trapped inside his body without being able to escape. He could hear everything, smell everything yet he had no way to express it. Kyle was trying. Trying to show that he was there and would be fine. All Kyle needed was a little push from you to gain the energy to come out of it.

It was what had woken Simon up that first day. The smell of you had infiltrated his brain, turning it into mush besides one lingering thought.

Wake up.

“His heart rate is goin’ down,” Johnny breathed a slight tremor in his own body. Simon shushed you gently, you growing restless from not receiving any comfort from Kyle. “Johnny get in next to her,” he commanded, his hand gripping his shoulder. Johnny obeyed, gladly cuddling up behind you. You sniffled harshly, your eyes peering at his over Kyle’s shoulder. He winced, his heart twisting painfully in his chest.

“It's alright,” was all Johnny could manage, his thumb brushing under your eye. Johnny didn't stay there for long, the nurse came back into the room.

“He’s responding?” she asked. You refused to pull your face away.

“When she leaves. Started twitchin’,” Simon explained.

“He was mumblin’ something too. Couldn't make it out though. Sounded a bit like your name though sweetheart,” John added. You gasped your head snapping over to meet his.

“Really?” you begged. John nodded his head, an affirming lift in his cheeks.

“That’s fairly common,” the nurse spoke. “He could tell you were gone and was trying to figure out where you were,” she explained. You tried not to feel any less special, curling your head under his chin. “Everything seems to be back to normal. Next time you plan on leaving let me know,” she sighed, patting the edge of the bed.

You couldn't go back to sleep. You requested Johnny curl up in bed with you. It hadn't helped.

“I need you to wake up,” you whispered. Your fingers danced over Kyle’s cheek, the skin twitching under the feathery touches. “I know you hear me. You'd probably smirk if you could,” you huffed. Despite that, you pressed a kiss against his cheek, which was probably feeling a bit raw with how little your lips had left it. When you pulled away you noticed the soft curve of his lips. “I knew it,” you grumbled with a relieved smile on your face.

His eyes fluttered open.

You wanted to squeal but you kept your mouth shut. You wanted a few moments with him alone.

“I missed you,” you murmured. Another soft smile graced his face. He leaned his forehead closer to yours, urging you to come closer. You rested your head between his and the pillow. “Are you hurt? Do you want me to go get a nurse?” you questioned, already beginning to pull away. He made a noise that sounded a bit like a strangled whine.

“Just you,” he croaked. Your body felt warm as you cuddled back up against him. “Price?” He groaned.

“He’s on the floor sleeping,” you explained softly. You felt his body relax. “Mac is here too,” you spoke, lifting the hand that was splayed across Kyle’s chest. “And Simon is hunting down breakfast somewhere,” you finished. You purred softly, breathing him in. His chest rumbled for a moment before he stopped himself, a small wince on his face.

“You were saying how much you missed me?” Kyle urged, making you roll your eyes.

“Would you like me to keep going?” You hummed. He hummed in agreement, a soothing warmth spreading through his chest.

You babbled on for a few moments. Taking a bit of pride when his heart rate picked up from your words.

“Food,” Simon grunted, entering the room again. His eyes softened when they met Kyle’s. “I’ll go get a nurse,” he murmured, his knuckles brushing over Kyle’s forehead. Your heart warmed at the interaction. As Simon left he patted John awake.

“You alright?” He asked instantly, his hands gripping onto the railing of the bed.

“Never better,” Kyle croaked, making you giggle. John rolled his eyes, his lips resting against Kyle’s hairline.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his jaw clenching. You bit your lip, adjusting yourself slowly so you were facing Johnny in an attempt to give them some privacy.

“Not your fault,” Kyle said slowly, his voice cracking. “Things happen,” he finished with a clear of his throat.

“Just came out of nowhere,” John sighed. “I-I,” he started. He couldn’t find the words. The feeling you get from watching a vehicle in front of you flip three times, knowing one of your greatest loves was in there without so much as a seatbelt was hard to put in words. “We’ll take care of you now,” John promised. “That situation has already been handled.” That sent a shiver up your spine. You knew first hand what John's idea of “handling” was. Yet if it was aimed at someone who deliberately hurt Kyle- you wouldn’t oppose it.

“I trust you,” Kyle groaned softly. You felt lips skim the back of your neck and you turned back over so you were cheek to cheek with Kyle. A happy rumble echoed through him before he cut himself off.

Simon reemerged with a nurse.

Hi everyone! Hope you enjoyed this short chapter! See you in four days for chapter 30!!!! Ahhhh! 🧡

[on-a-lucky-tide]

With Price's old man dead, it falls to Mac to do the embarrassing shit like show Nik the proverbial baby photos. In the absence of a bare-arsed Baby Price in the bath tub, Mac falls back on all the embarrassing, grainy photographs and footage he has of Lieutenant Price fresh out of selection being an absolute goofball on main.

Mac has a few with Nik and the 141 at the stag do and whips out a video he has of Price dancing to Soulja Boy with a bunch of Iraqi boys in Helmand. Price is twenty-one in the video. A whole year before he met Nikolai in The Phoenix and convinced him to flip sides. It instantly becomes Nik's favourite image of his captain; laughing, bright-eyed, and floundering around like a Labrador pup with paws that are too big for him.

Soap and Gaz watch the bloody thing on repeat and spend the next few weeks until the wedding perfecting the moves. Price is just about hammered enough at his own reception that he joins in when they get the DJ to play the tune so they can tear up the dance floor.

Old man still has the moves sixteen years later.

[halloweenacara]

all my beasts! my main account is totally full now rip. names & info under the cut

aske - halloween acara, he/they - horror artist & author, kinda the main character. he writes a horror-comedy comic, but his most famous work is a series of intense horror novels published under a pseudonym. he's secretly a huge scaredy-cat & has become very fond of a certain zafara.

flora - mutant aisha, she/her - baker & activist. she runs a little bakery in the haunted woods that only employs other mutants. she's sweet as sugar, but you don't want to be on her bad side. not afraid of anything- in fact, she has a sweet spot for the scariest resident, alder.

fossil - tyrannian elephante, he/him - anthropologist, museum curator, technically undead. he was found in a glacier on the border between tyrannia and terror mountain & revived. now, he has a special interest in tyrannian history, spending more time in the field than behind a desk. he will talk your ear off.

kilroy - steampunk zafara, he/him - a knight from the golden era of meridell- sort of. he was brought to life via a wayward spell from mac, pulling him from the pages of a book of old meridellian tales. he's a little lost, but taking it in stride- besides, he has a cute lil acara to help him out.

pup - toy poogle, they/she - midi musician, streamer, sapient robot. they speak almost exclusively in internet memes and audio clips. she has a vast collection of expression stickers, one for every mood. recently, they've been visiting veknir's workshop every night…

mu - burlap kau, he/they - fiber artist, gardener, ex-scarecrow. he used to live in a farm north of the haunted woods, then took himself off his stick and ran away. he sewed his legs himself, as he didn't have any originally, and has to fix them often. makes a lot of crochet plushies and blankets- stark contrast to the manor's otherwise spooky vibe.

alder - shadow skeith, she/her - groundskeeper. an intense individual, to say the least. she's been with the manor longer than anyone can recall. she mostly keeps to herself- she lives in a small cabin on the edge of the courtyard. she spends her time meticulously cleaning the tombstones, or lurking in the yard in the midst of heavy rain. aske is terrified of her.

rory - chocolate/halloween bori, he/it - some variety of candy-based creature. he only joined the group recently- previously he was known as the thing that howls and roars just past the fence line. he smells like candy corn and hot cocoa- apart from the bones, of course. those smell like death.

maxie - ghost cybunny, she/her - tour guide/scam artist. she offers tours of the manor, even installing a little gift shop in the foyer. most of the 'haunted features' on the tour are fake. even if the others wanted her to leave (frankly, she's a rude, self-serving conwoman), she couldn't- she died in the manor. every time someone asks how she died she gives them a different story.

veknir - speckled grundo, he/him - alien, scientist, engineer. he keeps the manor running- repairing old appliances, fixing broken railing. of course, he did blow up the microwave trying to improve it. he crash-landed in the courtyard while fleeing someone and set up a workshop/lab in the basement. who knows what he gets up to down there? do we want to know?

cake - snot chomby, it/its - slime monster. one of veknir's experiments gone awry- well, it made a new creature, but cake's a rebel. it chose its name after coming to life and immediately raiding vek's lab minifridge. it has a massive sweet tooth- flora is its best friend- and takes its sick axe guitar everywhere (it can't play it)

remy - halloween xweetok, he/they/she - the owner of the october house. the oldest resident (besides kilroy, technically?) and also the hottest (according to remy). if he's not ominously swirling a glass of something red in the study, he's at some club doing drag.

diaveli - halloween ixi, she/they/it - some variety of horrid clown thing. her entire existence is dedicated to tormenting aske and causing problems.

chimaera - lab rat, they/them - they have chronic health issues, but visiting the lab ray and changing their body calms their aches. it also leaves them ravenously hungry and pays fairly well. they also "work" at maxie's gift shop. they sometimes play on pup's streams as a guest.

mac - mutant lenny, he/him - wizard. he spends all his time hidden away in his tower, practicing spells or mixing potions. his hermit-like tendencies are partly because he needs privacy for his evil machinations and party due to crippling social anxiety.

croaksby - candy quiggle, he/him - butler, janitor, etc. a long-suffering servant, croaksby has worked for remy for a long, long time. he does actually enjoy his work- if he gets frustrated with a resident, he can always add a touch of poison to their nightly tea/coffee/borovan- not enough to kill them, of course...

[ocularpatdowns]

the day dennis realizes he can buy one of those leather pup masks for mac it’s fuckin over

(by ‘it’ i mean macden not openly banging)

[solarecliipse]

[now playing: stay, by mac miller]

kageyama, yamaguchi, bokuto x reader (separately). english is not my first language, this one had me wooing.

kageyama had this feeling that animals dislike him, so when you invite him over talking about how you’re so happy he’s finally meeting your pet dog he starts to panic. he knows how much you love your puppy and doesn’t want you to think bad because it doesn’t like him, so when they finally meet and your little pup is all over him, asking for pets and licking his hands he feels so relieved, and you too are happy to see him so happy, who’d know this would make tobio happier than yourself?

“tobioo” you whined as you watched him snuggling with your lil’ pup, “pay attention to me”

tobio looks up at you and is about to come closer to you when the dog licks his cheek and makes him look back at it, “but he really wants me close”

“and i do too!” you say with a pout, as you take a picture of them, god they look cute, “can we please already go to our date?” you ask as you look at him.

you see yamaguchi a lot in the hallways, so when yuu mentioned how he was a new member of the volleyball team you started to go to their games, even the practice ones, but you were so shy around him, in difference from your brother, you weren’t all that loud and confident, it was so difficult for you. that’s until you finally gather the courage to come up to yamaguchi and ask him to go out, and he can’t believe it, because he had seen you in the hallways too.

“yamaguchi-san” you start as you look at him, a pink dust covering your cheeks “i wanted to ask you-”

but you haven’t even finished talking when he slightly rolled his eyes, “if you want tsukki’s number, you can ask him yourself, you know?” he was tired of all the girls thinking he was an easy route to win tsukishima over, and now it’s you.

you stay silent in a shock for a while before frowning, “i’m just trying to get your number, if you don’t want to give it to me you could just say so” and now you’re both blushing messes standing before eachother.

bokuto’s really happy to finally introduce you to his sisters, he knew he had to wait to ask you to, and wasn’t really sure when was the right time, and then you were the one to ask him if he’d be ok with you coming over to his house during the weekend that you already knew his sisters were going to be there, so ma’ boy’s happy over the top and can’t stop talking to his sisters about how great you are and how they’ll fall in love with you too; and his sisters are just really happy their baby brother has found someone who makes him so happy.

“i swear to the heavens, y/n is awesome, you’ll love her” bokuto kept on talking as he had done since wednesday, when you told him you’d like to come over today, and both his sisters.

honoka, the oldest just smiled at his words, but keiko was teasing him once again, “look at little kou, all head over heels over this y/n”

even after all his years, kotaro was their baby brother, and seeing him talking like that over someone, made them really proud.

thought it would be great to write something’s about canon facts that just make sense, hope you like them!

[dyktmm22]

Eve and her friends at a very wet dry pond

June 15th, 2023

[nekohime19]

Mini Mac # 43 : Lil guy woke up

Macaque woke up form his long nap and recieve a lot of cuddles!

Macaque was plunged in a thick darkness. He didn't know how much time he spent there. But sometimes, he would hear distant chirps echoing around him and feel soft fur brush against his body. He felt good. He felt safe. He woke up at the dawn of night. Under the pale light of the full moon. Macaque opened his eye and winced, something was throbbing with pain on his face. He raised a hand and grazed his left eye, it was tightly bandaged. He waited for a few seconds until his sight was clearer. Then he looked around. His babies were cuddled around him. Savage was sprawled on his chest like a starfish. She snored without a care in the world. Rumble was curled around his neck, his lil face pressed under Macaque's chin. He looked quite peaceful. 

Macaque felt a huge weight fall out of his shoulders. He reached for his pups and softly brushed them. He cupped Rumble's face, the cuddle bug immediately leaned in his hand. Macaque caressed the edge of his mask with his thumb. He then petted Savage, she babbled in glee and leaned in his touch. This cute lil babble mouth. Macaque felt his emotions bubble inside of him. He wiped away his tears and brought his babies closer. He was glad nothing happened to them. 

The black-furred monkey looked up when he heard a snore, he was greeted by Wukong's drooling face. The three of them were laying on the sage's heart-shaped patch of fur. Macaque smiled at the sight. It was almost… endearing in a way. The black-furred monkey sighed with rosy cheeks, gods, he ought to control his feelings better. It was a miracle in itself that Wukong noticed nothing at this point. He really wasn't subtle for this sort of matter. 

Macaque nosed his babies, taking in their scent. As much as he wanted to see their eyes blinking open, he didn't want to wake them up. For now, basking in their warmth and presence was enough to fill his heart. 

At the first ray of light, Savage wiggled around. She yawned and slowly opened her lil eyes. She stilled once she noticed Macaque. 

“Hey there, firecracker.” Chuckled Macaque as he booped her nose. Savage blinked several times in stupor before exploding in joyous chirps. She gripped Macaque's face, her tiny hands clutching his fur with all her might, as if she was afraid he would disappear if she let go. Macaque leaned in her touch and nuzzled her. She pawed at him, trying to fill her lil hands with as much of him as she could. Her chirps woke up her brother. 

Rumble groaned, unhappy to be awake this early, but his angry “mrrps” ceased when he noticed Macaque. The pup stilled, very much like his sister, and then reached towards him with his tiny hands. The fingers clenched and unclenched in a desperate attempt to grip any piece of him they could. Macaque took his lil fingers and nosed them. Rumble shook and almost wept in delight. 

“Shh, I'm here now.” Cooed Macaque, maybe unconsciously, his pups avoided touching his bandaged aera. He was glad for that. It still throbbed. He nuzzled his babies, muffling their wet chirps in his fur, wiping away the shine veiling their eyes. He was here. He purred, something he didn't do often, to appease them. The vibration shushed them, they nuzzled closer to him, pressing against his neck, their lil hands unyielding in their clutch, and purred too. 

Sun Wukong was woken up by the sounds of purring. He blinked open and looked down. Very much like the pups, he stilled for a brief instant, before erupting in unadulterated joy. 

“Macaque! You're awake. How are you? Do you need anything? Does it hurt? You-” Macaque cut the sage before he ran out of breath. 

“I'm, huh, mostly okay. A lil bit tired.” Nervously chuckled Macaque. Wukong nodded, hanging at every word passing his lips. He brought a shaking finger towards the lil monkey, Macaque patted the fingers, an attempt at comfort. Wukong smiled, his whole face brightened up, as if blessed by the sun. He scooped up the tiny family and brought them to his face. He pressed them against his cheek and nuzzled them. 

“I'm so, so, so glad… I was afraid you… it’s been half a week.” He mumbled with a strangled voice. Macaque patted Wukong cheek and wiped away the tears forming in his eyes. The pups also put their tiny hands on the golden monkey cheek, their fingers sinking in his fur. Savage tried to reach for his nose but she failed and returned to his cheek. It felt as light as a butterfly caress. Wukong wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. 

When the rest of the pilgrims awakened, they all fretted over Macaque and made sure he was okay. Sanzang asked at least a dozen questions on his wound and if he needed any more healing. Ao Lie fretted over him and the babies, covering them in headpats. Wujing asked if he needed anything and brought tiny blankets and the babies’ toys. Bajie prepared his favorite broth and served him a bigger portion than usual. 

As he was sipping his broth, his cubs still latching to him, Macaque felt like, even if his left eye was blind, he would make it through. He had a lot of people to help him after all. 

“You're staring an awful lot.” Joked Macaque as he turned towards the great sage. Sun Wukong startled, he scratched his neck in embarrassment, the tip of his ears reddening. 

“Well… huh… I wanted to tell you something. But I think I'm gonna wait until tomorrow.”

“Why is that ?” Asked the black-furred monkey with a tilted head. 

Sun Wukong's eyes fell on the pups, still buried in Macaque's neck, and he smiled. “Well, you just woke up, so everyone kinda needs their fill of Macaque. Especially those two lil gremlins. I'll wait tomorrow to steal you away.”

Macaque raised an eyebrow at the vague phrasing. What did he mean by stealing him away? The black-furred monkey averted his eyes, he felt his heart beats a little bit faster. God, he really ought to get this feeble organ under control. Macaque buried his face in his cubs to hide his reddening cheeks.

+ cut scenes

Savage *buried in Macaque's fur* : This is my place now and I will never leave 😠

 

Rumble *buried in Macaque's fur* : the perfect bed, 😌

 

Wukong inner thoughts : Should I confess right now? 🤔

Wukong *seeing the cubs latch on Mac like he's their lifeline* : Aww 🥰, okay maybe tomorrow

 

Savage *pawing Wukong's cheek* : Why is Pa face so big? I can't reach his nose to boop him! 😠

Rumble *pawing Wukong's cheek* : My fingers are sinking in all this fur. Is Pa a floof quicksand? 🤔

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