#reluctant dads

[starlight-shades]

Called Home to the Depths of the Forest Ch 2

• summary – Ghost, retired from the military, finds a pair of orphaned werewolf pups. He calls the only werewolf he knows for help. Soap and Ghost become (not so) reluctant dads.

• rating – M

• wordcount – 3.3k

• warnings – references to Ghost's backstory, mentions of previous character deaths

• This is my first fanfic, so please let me know if there's anything I forgot to tag. Feedback is welcome and encouraged

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Chapter 1 Chapter 3

There was some sort of feeling in his chest that Simon struggled to describe. He and Johnny sat on the bench he had on his porch as Ailsa and Duncan explored the area around his cabin. 

 After their bath, it became evident that they had to relieve themselves when Duncan pissed all over himself in the tub. After cleaning him off again, Simon and Johnny took them outside since they were in no state to be using his bathroom. 

They were just spending time in the sun now, getting some much needed fresh air.

 “Why won’t they shift back?” he asked, his voice low. 

 “Probably feel safer like this. They’ve got a way to defend themselves if they need it where they don’t in their human shape. I suspect it’s all instinct for wee ones like this after what they went through,” Johnny explained.

   Outwardly, they seemed fine enough, Ailsa chasing her brother in a friendly game of tag, weaving through the rocks and bushes around them, but Simon knew, perhaps better than most, that these sorts of things left lasting scars, even if no one else could see them. They still startled at every unexpected noise, no matter how small.

 “What are we going to do, Johnny?” He sounded lost even to his own ears.

 Johnny let out an exhausted breath. He still hadn’t had a chance to get some sleep. 

 “Fuck if I know, Si…” 

 “I had hoped you would,” Simon laughed mirthlessly. “That’s why I called you.”

 Johnny chuckled, dragging his hands down his face. “Unfortunately, I ken shit-all about kids. There’s not really a possibility for them in my pack, so I haven’t had to think about it.” 

 “The fuck does that mean?”

 “Oh, uh…” Johnny looked a bit sheepish. “It’s just the three of us, me, ’n Price, n’ Gaz. And none of us can get pregnant as far as I know so…”

 “No kids,” Simon finished for him. 

 “Yeah no kids.”

 Silence fell between them. It was uncomfortable in a way that had not happened in their relationship before. To be fair, Simon had mostly been a reluctant participant, but Johnny had somehow managed to keep any potential awkwardness at bay. Now that they were getting more personal than he had ever anticipated, Simon found himself lost for words. 

 “I mean, could you take them?”

 He shot Johnny a wildly incredulous look, coughing as he choked on his own spit.

 “Hear me out! Hear me out!” he started, hands up to placate Simon. “They’ve already gotten attached to you, and you seem to have done alright so far…”

 Dragging his gaze away from Johnny, Simon stared out at Ailsa and Duncan as he caught his breath. 

 They had moved on from their earlier romping and had begun investigating one of his dormant garden beds. Ailsa looked up at him and they just stared at each other for a moment. Her brother chose that moment to trot over to them with a stick in his mouth. He proceeded to stop in front of Simon, his eyes darting up to look at his face then moving away again. 

 A soft smile on his face, Simon gently reached out to take the stick, not quite sure what Duncan wanted from him. His smile faded to a perplexed look when Duncan backed away from him, taking the stick out of reach before he could grab it.

 “Si, look,” Johnny said gently, so he did. 

 On the very tip of the stick was a ladybird. A little red jewel crawling about without a care in the world. 

 “Oh…” he breathed. “That’s lovely, Duncan, thank you.” 

 Apparently, he just wanted to show them the bug as he turned and bounced his way back to his sister, tail wagging. 

 The two men lapsed back into silence as they watched the children together. Simon clasped his hands together.

 He could get used to this. It wasn’t anything like the life he had imagined for himself; Simon had quickly let go of any imaginings he had of being a father when he was still a child himself. But in this quiet moment, with the sun streaming through the trees, and a gentle breeze passing through, with the pups playing together in the dirt, and Johnny by his side, Simon found that he was content. 

 His life had been bloody and dangerous for so long. He had been broken beyond repair and put back together to become a new creature several times over. Could he do it again? This time not through violence, but through a more radical act. Could he choose to take in Ailsa and Duncan in all their innocence? His hands, stained in every way imaginable, would be the ones to guide them through life if he decided to do this. Was he even capable?

 Images from another life flashed through his mind. Laughter from another child, abruptly silenced. Warm smiles and family photos and the happy ending that didn’t last nearly long enough. The smell of copper, oppressive in the air. 

 Was he truly a different man now? Was it enough? 

 He looked at Johnny.

 Maybe he wasn’t enough on his own, but if he had a partner in all this…

 “Okay.”

 Johnny startled, looking back at Simon. 

 “What?”

 “I’ll take them… if you help me.” He had to chew through his ingrained reluctance to ask for assistance. 

 Johnny’s whole expression softened. “Of course I’ll help you Si. Anything you need.”

 “I—I need you to be in this with me, Johnny. I can’t do it by myself.”

 He absolutely melted at that, reaching out to place his hand over Simon’s, still clasped tightly together. 

 “Okay,” he whispered. “You and me.”

 His eyes were so impossibly blue. Simon could get lost in them if he let himself. He could feel the warmth from Johnny seeping into his hands, feeling like it was life creeping back into his soul. 

 The moment was broken by the loud call of a crow. It startled the pups who immediately bolted to Simon. 

 Johnny burst into laughter at the look on his face as he was suddenly swarmed by a combined 45 kilograms of werewolf pup moving at speed. 

 The rest of the day passed in a blur after he had finally voiced his decision to look after Ailsa and Duncan. He and Johnny discussed logistics while the pups wrestled in front of the fireplace that they had lit to chase away the chill of an early spring evening. They would all live together, in Simon’s little cabin, at least for a little while. Johnny would move in with them. At least as long as it took for the pups to get comfortable with them as their guardians and shift.

 “We can reevaluate then,” Johnny proclaimed with a grunt of affirmation from Simon. 

 They lapsed back into a comfortable silence as they stood in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the four of them. Simon bit back a smile as he watched Johnny with his own knife and cutting board that he had brought from the place he lived with the rest of his pack. The pups had needed an afternoon nap and he ran back for supplies. Now they had enough plates and silverware and glasses for all of them. Simon wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

 He had also brought some of his own things, and had fully dressed in his own clothes upon his return. Simon really didn’t want to examine his feelings about that.

 “I’ll need to go into town again tomorrow,” he announced, abruptly changing the subject. It had been weighing on him.

 “Okay. I’ll stay and watch them?” Johnny asked, a little unsure what Simon wanted from him. 

 He nodded. “I don’t have enough to keep up with four people. And they’ll need things of their own.”

 Johnny gave him that cocksure smile he had grown familiar with. “Of course.”

 Simon’s brow furrowed as he thought out loud. “And we should probably let them know what’s going on. I don’t want them to feel like I’m leaving them here and not coming back.”

 “Oh Si,” Johnny murmured. 

 There was far too much of something in the way he looked at him. 

 Turning abruptly, Simon turned the stove on. They lapsed into silence. Taking a chance, he stole a quick glance at Johnny, and the way he moved around the kitchen with ease made him realize that he had no need to feel awkward. Johnny had let it go. He wasn’t going to push him. Simon felt a weight lift from his shoulders that he hadn’t noticed was there. 

 “What’s a wolf’s favorite time of the year?”

 Confused, he looked up at Johnny only to find him smirking like he had a secret.

 “What are you on about?”

 “The howl-o-days.” 

 Simon’s blank face was not enough to keep the shit-eating grin off Johnny’s face. 

 “Two goldfish are in a tank.”

 It was Johnny’s turn to look confused. Maybe it was his deadpan delivery, but it was not immediately obvious he was telling a joke of his own.

 Simon continued, unbothered. “One turns to the other and says ‘You know how to drive this thing?”

 Johnny’s grin returned.

 With a small smile of his own, Simon said “Little army humor.”

 “Very little.”

 They finished cooking in that comfortable silence, plating up four servings and setting two of them at the table while setting the other two on the floor where Ailsa and Duncan could reach. The sound of the ceramic hitting the hardwood was enough to have the two of them come running, without the need for Simon or Johnny to call them.

 Simon sat perched on a stool he had had tucked away somewhere while Johnny sat on his only chair at the table. They sat opposite one another, but where they could still see where the two pups were happily munching away at their supper. 

 “Ailsa, Duncan,” Simon started, making his voice as soft as he could. He set his fork down and made eye contact with the both of them. They stopped eating. “Tomorrow, I’m going into town for supplies. You will stay here with Johnny. He’ll be looking after you with me from now on, alright?”

 Duncan darted a look at Johnny and quickly dropped his gaze back to his plate, but not going back to his food. Ailsa stared at Simon and cocked her head.

 “Can you nod so we know you understand?”  Johnny asked gently.

 Slowly Ailsa nodded her head a few times. Duncan gave one that was almost imperceptible. 

 “Is that okay, Duncan? That Johnny will watch you tomorrow?” Simon asked him directly. Something was bothering the boy, and he wasn’t sure how to get to the root of it.

 The pup gave another nod, still not looking at either of them. 

 “Is something else worrying you?”

 A quick shake of his head. Simon glanced at Ailsa as she shifted towards her brother, nosing at his face. She licked at his muzzle and nudged him with her paw. 

 “It’s okay if you’re sad,” Johnny told them. “You’re safe here, and Simon and I will do our best to take care of you, but we know we can’t replace your mum and dad.”

 Simon slipped off his stool to sit on the floor with them, only hesitating a moment before gathering Duncan into his lap. The little wolf sunk into his arms, whining softly. He imagined he would be crying if he was in his human shape.

 “It’s going to be alright,” he murmured into his fur, stroking him softly on the back of his head.

 Ailsa started whining as well, pushing into Simon’s lap alongside her brother. He didn’t exactly have enough room and had to shift a bit before he wrapped his arms around both of them, holding them as solidly as he could. 

 Echoes of his own grief flashed through his mind before he pushed them away. He had dealt with it. It was time to dedicate his energy elsewhere. 

 Simon startled when he felt the heat of Johnny’s arms around him. Wordlessly, he gathered him into the embrace as well. They were together, the four of them, and they’d get through it… somehow…

 Dinner was a subdued event after that. Ailsa and Duncan weren’t up for much after the reminder of their parents’ deaths, eventually falling asleep in the combined warmth of their bodies. 

 Simon prepared to take the exhausted pups down the hall to his bedroom, accidentally waking them as he moved to get up from the floor. He wasn't sure how to hold both of them comfortably in his arms. Luckily, he was rescued.

 “Och little one,” Johnny cooed softly, scooping Ailsa into his arms.

 Rising with Duncan, he padded down the hallway on soft feet, Johnny behind him. It was far too domestic, and yet some fragile part of him fluttered. Could he grow used to this?

 Maybe he actually wanted to…

 He pushed into the bedroom, the bed still made with military precision. There was a single window with the curtains drawn, letting in the light from the moon. His rather spartan furnishings had never been an issue before when it was just him, but he found that they looked inadequate now. 

 With one hand, he pulled back the comforter and settled Duncan in the depression where his body would normally settle, leaving enough room for Johnny to slide in beside him, tucking Ailsa next to her brother. They almost immediately began crying again until Simon settled into the bed with them. It took him a minute before he began stroking down their backs, hoping that this was what they needed. 

 Their fur was thick between his fingers. Not as coarse as he expected. After their bath, he could see that Ailsa had the typically grey-wolf coloring. Her fur was a warm grey on her back, fading to a soft tan, almost white in some spots. She blinked up at him sleepily. Duncan was darker, the grey of his darker spots was almost charcoal. His underbelly was a sandy brown. As Simon stroked through his fur, some strands of red glinted subtly in the light.

 “I’ll, uh, be out in the living room…” Johnny whispered to him, with a thumb hooked over his shoulder. There was a soft, knowing smirk on his face that Simon decided not to interrogate in front of the little ones.

 On his way out, Johnny flicked off the big light, leaving only the moon to illuminate the room. A cry from Ailsa had Simon turning on his bedside lamp, casting a warm glow through the space.

 He was a different man than the one who used to be a child. Simon felt so far removed from his youth. It was like he had been born when he clawed his way from the depths like a Lazarus risen from his own Hell. How could he have any idea what a child would find comforting? 

 But this? Their pain? Their grief? This was something he understood. He wished they didn’t know what the blood of their parents looked like, but they did. And their parents were gone. It was just him and Johnny. 

 Flashes of the brittle fear he saw in their mother’s eyes haunted him. Ghost had been the reason for fear like that before. He was just as much a monster as the hunters he had killed. 

 Duncan nosed his way closer into Simon’s side, startling him from the dark turn of his thoughts. Big brown eyes framed by the most delicate-looking lashes gazed up at him. The boy gave him a soft yip, as if expecting something. 

 “I don’t understand…” he whispered, all his concerns about his capabilities as a guardian racing back to the forefront of his mind from the shallow spot they had sunk to.

 Duncan just flopped further on top of him, now laying half of his body across his lap as Simon leaned back against the headboard. Ailsa once again came to his rescue, nabbing the dog-eared copy of Mary Shelley’s “Frankenstein” from the table at his bedside. With new, baby-tooth shaped indents, she plopped it into his lap and settled down, mirroring her brother on his other side. 

 Smiling softly, he rubbed her ears in a silent thanks.

   He began reading, starting at the beginning rather than the spot where he had left off. Simon had reread it enough times that he could probably recite certain passages from memory. 

 The low cadence of his narration was enough to begin to lull both the pups to sleep. 

 When he was sure that the woes of Victor Frankenstein and sent them off to the warm embrace of dreams, Simon dog-eared the page he was on and set to extracting himself. Before long, his movements had woken them up and set them crying again. 

 Johnny ducked his head into the door at the sound, but chuckled at the scene before him. “Don’t think you’ll be sleeping anywhere else, Si.”

 “Oh piss off,” he retorted before remembering the young ears. Shit. He was going to have to get better about that.

 “Sweet dreams,” he sang, leaving them once again. 

 When they saw he was settling into bed for the night as well, Duncan and Ailsa quickly went back to sleep. Exhausted, he joined them.

A howl woke him. It resonated deep in his bones, leaving him shaken and reaching for the gun he kept in his bedside drawer. 

 Ghost quickly cleared the room, finding no threat, but before he could put the pistol away, Johnny burst into the room. 

 “Put that away!” he snapped, moving to the crying pup in the bed. 

 Simon wiped a hand down his face, flicking on the safety and returning the firearm to it’s spot in the drawer. He turned to investigate the writhing mass of distressed puppies.

 Johnny was softly cooing at them, stroking Duncan whom he held in his lap.

 “Oh it’s alright, darling. You’re going to be okay.”

 When he realized he has Simon’s attention as well, he crawled out of Johnny’s lap and into his own, pushing past his sister who was whining softly as well. Already wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close, his mind caught up. 

 “Did you have a nightmare, love?” he whispered, pulling away only enough to look him in the face. 

 He refused to put distance between them, chasing after him as he nodded. Simon held him close again, moving up and out of the bed to pace along the bed, gently bouncing him the way he used to do with Joseph.

Glancing back at the bed, he noticed Johnny had gotten under the covers, crawling in to curl around Ailsa as she watched them, her expression worried.

 “I’m going to go out into the living room. Get some sleep,” he murmured to them. As he stepped out of the bedroom, he heard Ailsa’s soft whine and Johnny’s quick reassurance. 

 Duncan still hadn’t settled, so he continued, walking back and forth along the length of the living room. 

 Evidence of Johnny’s presence was everywhere, from the blanket strewn along the couch where he had been sleeping, to the duffel bag in the corner, to the leather-bound sketchbook on the side table. 

 “It’s going to be alright,” Simon spoke quietly into the fur on Duncan’s head. His ears twitched, brushing the velvet-soft fur against his lips. 

 Another cry, quieter this time, was his response. 

 It took about another forty minutes before Duncan fell back asleep in Simon’s arms. They had eventually made it onto the sofa, but he carefully stood up, returning to the bedroom. His mind was utterly blank beyond the need to get back to sleep, so it didn’t faze him when he returned to find Ailsa and a shifted Johnny curled up together in his bed. Simon just pushed Johnny further over, and crawled in with Duncan. 

 His last thought before he fell into a dreamless sleep was that he ought to get a bigger bed. 

[d4rm4nd4]

Ok since we're doing that thing with pose parallels here he is 😂

Quick liner sketch made on the road because I had to celebrate Din's return 💜

[maskerat]

hug.

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

Danny Fenton, aka Phantom, has been given a new task!

In short, literally no one in the Ghost Zone/Infinite Realms wants their mostly peaceful afterlife to be rocked by a certain Gotham rogue named Joker. Which, when he dies, is almost sure to happen because of whatever the hell was in that vat he dropped in included ectoplasm. So, yay, he’s also a little ghostly too, meaning he *is* pretty hard to kill. Unfortunately, there’s also a certain vigilante that is quite keen to murder him in recent years.

So now Danny has to keep the mass murderer trauma clown alive for as long as he possibly can while attempting to keep the Joker from. Well. Being the Joker.

Oh, and naturally, Danny got this assignment AFTER Joker got out of Arkham. Again. And entirely blew up the asylum. Time to join the Goonion, he is NOT doing this without getting PAID, thank you.

[dclovesdanny]

Dcxdp

Dan/Danny/Dani 2/5

Dan raising Ellie and Danny in Central City

Due to the GIW interfering and almost killing everyone, Danielle was destabilized and Danny was almost completely ended.

Dan, who had been doing community service with Clockwork, was now saddled with his younger self who was now a baby, and his younger self’s clone, who was now a toddler, both of whom had very little memories of before.

Due to Vlad and the GIW, being dicks, it wasn’t safe for Danny or Ellie to remain in Amity while the fighting was going on. So, clockwork decided that Dan, for the rest of his parole, was going to raise both halfas in the immortal world, since staying in the infinite realms was not good for them.

Thankfully, clockwork and Tucker created a fake identity. He was now Dante times, a single father of a girl named Eleanor and a boy named Danny. Clock work even lined up a job for him as a mechanic at a shop in Central city.

He even had a slightly odd friendship with a guy named Roy, a single dad who lived in Central City due to some problems with his father, and had an adorable little girl named Lian.(Ellie and Lian were best friends from the moment they met, and both girls doted on baby Danny.)

Wally hadn’t expected much when he found out Roy was living in Central city. It was a well-known fact that he had been feuding with Green Arrow for a while, and the Flash Family had agreed to let Roy hide out here. What he wasn’t expecting to see was the guy who Bart had warned them all about, the guy that had taken out all the heroes, including Batman, in his nightmare future, talking to Roy over coffee while a girl who looked exactly like him play dolls with Lian. He especially wasn’t expecting to see the man Bart described as a sadistic monster soothe a crying baby boy who looked almost exactly like him.

Wally got the feeling they would have to have a Flash Family meeting soon, and started debating on bringing Roy.

[midnightmah07]

Ideas for mellow's kid

[lunamugetsu]

Bring your sidekick to work day!

Inspired by the "What if Question was the one who saves Danny from GIW?" post that I made awhile ago.

Bring your sidekick to work day!

It was a tradition that started around the time multiple superheroes were taken on sidekicks. Everyone in the league knew why they'd bring their sidekicks to work. Their sidekicks get to socialize with peers their own age and they could properly introduce themselves to other heroes.

So it was a surprise when The Question, the league's faceless conspiracy theorist, offhandedly mentioned that he'll be bringing his sidekick to work while telling them about what new information he's found about Cadmus and another new government agency he thought they should start looking into.

The heroes found it hard to believe.

Question has a sidekick.

Surely they must have misheard.

No way that guy would want a sidekick, let alone get a sidekick.

When "Bring your sidekick to work day" arrived everybody was prepared to see the heroes and sidekicks.

Superman with Superboy

Batman and his 10+ kids

Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl

Flash and Kid Flash

The list went on

The heroes all mingle before realizing that they haven't seen Question. Maybe they did mishear the man? Or Question got his words mixed up?

That was until the computer announced the arrival of Question and a guest that was unidentified.

They all turn around to see the faceless trench coat wearing investigator followed by a tinier faceless trench coat wearing kid. The kid was practically a clone of Question, except...tinier.

"This is my sidekick. Who." Question points to the faceless kid

Flash: Who?

"That's me!" the kid says pointing to himself.

"Why don't you acquaint yourself with the others." Question tells his sidekick who just nods and goes off to introduce himself with the others kids.

Batman: I didn't take you one for having a sidekick.

Question: I could say the same for you. And the sidekick thing just kind of happened. The kid wouldn't leave me alone and I couldn't let the kid get himself into any trouble.

Batman: Understandable

Meanwhile with the sidekicks.

Everybody's asking Who various questions about Question and how he met the man. They barely know anything about the guy.

Question 1: What's the deal with your name?

Who: It's a work in progress. Since my mentor's name is Question. I figured my name should be like a question.

Question 2: How do you eat?

Who: I shove food into my face

Question 3: Where's your face?

Who: Wouldn't you like to know

Question 4: Do you know about his conspiracies?

Who: Of course I know about his conspiracies! I'm one of them

Other sidekicks: What?

After some talking, the sidekicks get along with each other very well. When they reunite with their mentors the computer rings stating that John Constantine was coming along with a guest.

The heroes then all watched as a girl with white hair and green eyes wearing a trench coat and was dragging John Constantine by his sleeve. She grins and introduces herself as Dani with an "i" and that she's John's apprentice.

Dani then spots Who and they immediately do the Spider-man point at the other meme

Who (Danny): you got a trench coat mentor too?!

Dani: Where's your face?!

[adashulaz]

Soren and Claudia swap places but Soren doesn't remind Aaravos of Leola and instead makes him wonder if this is all worth it.

Soren: What if we make an illusion of Thunder and just fuck with Zubeias head?

Aaravos: Excuse me?

Soren: They were mates, right? So if we just make an illusion of him and make him be angry at her for whatever reason, it'll distract her and you can get your revenge without worrying about her trying to bite you.

Aaravos: And what of the other Archdragons?

Soren: They'll probably realize that it's not the real Thunder and try to attack him but Zubeia won't let them because she misses her mate. They'll be busy with trying to get her to see through the illusion so you'll be good to go.

Aaravos: And the human mage, Callum?

Soren: Illusion of his dead mom.

Aaravos:...

Soren: Her death anniversary is coming up so it'll definitely mess with his head

Aaravos:...

Soren: Is something wrong?

Aaravos: What is wrong with you?

Soren: Viren would do stuff like this all the time? It works like a charm.

Aaravos:...that explains it then.

Aaravos: Let's go do your incredibly cruel plan.

Soren: Yay :)

[footedhickory]

Artist: @stil-lindigo

[russadler]

russell adler and the child he never wanted (he loves them dearly)

russell adler and the child he refuses to have a relationship with (he’s afraid of getting them hurt)

russell adler and the child that he keeps tucked away (they’re his darkest secret)

[kilamonster]

Lola 🎀

a/n: Happy National Dog Day! Sometimes my two brain cells work together long enough to spark creativity. A writer I am not. This is just a straight up puppy love drabble. Spanish translations at the end. Inspired by @half-moon16

He had immediately said no.

But the moment he saw your eyes light up when you first asked him, he knew he was completely fucked. Because he’d do anything to see you light up like that again. You were persistent, asking him at least three more times that night, giving him your biggest puppy dog eyes and an exaggerated pout, pleading with him that you just knew she was the one. You wore him down by the following day.

Javier Peña got her for you and brought her home with a big pink bow tied to her dainty pink collar.

She was so small in his giant hands. He hid her in between them behind his back as he stepped through the front door one Friday evening after work. He found you in the kitchen prepping dinner. Told you to close your eyes before you turned around, “I have something for you.”

He brought his hands to his front still keeping her hidden in between them. He leaned in and you felt his breath as his lips grazed your ear, “Abre tus ojos, Cariño.”

“Javi, is this…?!”

“This is Lola and she’s all yours,” he smiled as he revealed her to you.

Your whole face lit up as you took her from him and held her close. Eyes wide, smiling from ear to ear, practically squealing Javi’s name as you looked at Lola. So full of excitement, surprise and adoration. Javi committed this moment to memory.

Even though you were the one who fed Lola, walked her, and trained her, she’d always prefer to curl up on Javi’s chest or on his belly whenever he sat on the couch, but her favorite place turned out to be the spot between his shoulder and his neck.

When it first happened, Javi knew better than to let Lola get used to that spot. He knew she’d grow and she’d be too heavy to cuddle up on him like that. That his shoulder and neck would ache if he let her get used to it. But how could he deny her? She was so small and delicate. Despite his grumpy expression, he was completely smitten with such a tiny creature. He didn’t realize just how much he’d end up loving Lola, too.

You were usually the one to leave for work after he did and he was rarely left alone with Lola in the mornings. Today, he’s running late for work. You had given brief but specific instructions on what to do with Lola before he leaves the house.

He’s heading towards the door satisfied he’s completed what you asked of him when he hears Lola whining and whimpering. He turns around, and she’s sitting in the hallway looking up at him with the saddest puppy dog eyes he has ever witnessed.

“Ay pobrecita! Ven conmigo, preciosa.” Javi can’t believe how quickly his resolve breaks.

He zips her up inside his leather jacket before he steps out of his truck to walk into the office. He tries his best to keep her quiet, but it’s short lived. She squirms and softly barks.

“Lola, no, cállate,” he whispers. She barks again, a bit louder this time, and he frowns. A security guard in the lobby reminds him dogs aren’t allowed.

“THIS DOG IS DEA,” he bellows. The guard nods and lets them through.

“Me vas a meter en problemas perrita traviesa!”

Thank you, bbs: @ak-vintage @pedroswife69 @sunshinehaze1 @80ssong @fhatbhabiee @senorabond @educated-zombie and @peepawispunk for the DEA line!

Divider by @saradika-graphics

Spanish Translations:

-Abre tus ojos, Cariño (Open your eyes, darling)

-Ay pobrecita! Ven conmigo, preciosa (Ay, poor thing! Come with me, precious)

-cállate (be quiet)

-Me vas a meter en problemas perrita traviesa! (You’re going to get me in trouble naughty puppy)

[dankzombiereviews]

seen these floating around and wanted to post one of my own because this trope fucks, especially with these people in particular

[trekkiemage]

This scene tho 😭

[scootkiddo]

He couldn’t help himself. In spite of trying to remain walled off and apathetic, in spite of casting blame on Ellie for Tess’ death because he had to project the anger somewhere. Joel. Couldn’t. Help himself. He offered Ellie his jacket to keep her warm. He gave her the remaining morsels of his food. He just couldn’t resist. It’s that fatherly drive. It’s that urge to protect and provide. It’s that parental instinct that shifts into gear above all else because that is what he still is at his core. That is what makes up his being. A protector. A guardian. A caretaker. No matter how long he may try to beat sympathy into submission, no matter what guise of silence and deadpan demeanors he may attempt to exhibit, Joel is still holding on to his parental role with a white-knuckled grip. Maybe he thought that role was shattered 20 years ago, much like his watch which marked the death of both his daughter and parenthood, but he’s slowly putting back together the pieces. Maybe he’s not even conscious of it, but Joel is causing the watch to tick again. Unbroken

[kindaasrikal]

Wu: Pixal, you are amazing. I mean, you sacrificed your life for ninjago!-

Pixal: so you’re not angry at me anymore :D???

Wu, who remembers he’s a parental figure for a group of teens who aren’t used to a Wu that is genuinely mad at them: …..No, I’m not.

(During the never realm season)

[maximumeffort-minimumscale]

Wade decides Dogpool needs company. Logan doesn't want the cats, and of course they love him the most.

❤️💛❤️

The brick wall is a WIP. That was a LOT of tiny Styrofoam bricks to cut and glue into place. 😮‍💨