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hexgrifa · 6 months
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Regarding your ask game, headcanons for romantic Kaz/Wylan? 👉👈
I've never thought of them like that but now that I have... I can see the vision..... The stars are aligning....
I think it would be one of those I can fix him's except Wylan is also crazy and just doesn't realize it. Like, Kaz gets arrested, calls Wylan, and instead of bailing him out like a normal person he tries to explode the wall. Now they're BOTH in prison and have to call Inej.
Personally I think Wylan's love language is words of affirmation cuz he never got any so he's constantly talking up Kaz, who pretends like he doesn't care but is exploding inside. Nina hears this and tries to compliment him one time in a similar fashion and he just about kills her. For Kaz, I think he has proven his love language is acts of service, but he'd still try to compliment Wylan in small ways (i.e. telling him he didn't do horrible on the mission.)
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fernacular · 6 months
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Despite what you may have heard Bruce Wayne is not, in fact, a furry.
He is, however, very opinionated.
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egberts · 4 months
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what the fuck
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whitealbum · 8 months
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stinglesswasp · 9 months
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Patience 💤
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lapetitepatisserie · 2 months
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cod × fem!reader ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩
The familiar sound of keys in the door alerted you to your husband’s return.
“My love?” he called, looking for you, boots making heavy footsteps as he made his way towards you and your child. His eyes soften once they land on you and your baby girl.
“How’s my princess?” he drawls, voice deep with exhaustion from work.
You look down at the child sitting in your lap, occupied with trying to fit a chubby foot into her mouth. A steady finger reaches underneath your chin, lifting it to meet his warm, intense gaze.
“I’m talking about this one.”
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vodrae · 10 months
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Rich pregnant socialite: So we went to this clinic and let them manipulate our genes so we're 100% sure our child won't have any disease, he will have my hair and his father eyes and so much things we did for him! And you Bruce ?
Brucie: Found em in the trash. Except Tim, he found me in the trash.
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we go way back
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fludderpy · 4 months
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The missiles are very eepy
Twitter saw it first because I always forget to share my artworks on tumblr too, sorryyyy 🧍🏽‍♀️
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dumb-djarin · 1 year
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so what if I sucked his dick. his knuckles were split and bloody from defending my safety and my honour what else was I supposed to do
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allineedisonedream · 4 months
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He has no idea where the kid came from...
AU Where Battinson is Adopted By a 10-Year-Old Dick Grayson >:)
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devil-in-hiding · 1 month
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the men finding farmer!reader awake earlier than you usually are one morning, scribbling in a little notebook at the kitchen table, eyes darting between your words and the calendar on the wall
“good morning, there’s tea on the stove and toast on the counter.” you greet, voice soft and tired and Price rolls his eyes.
(once you start warming up to them and allowing them to help more, they grill you about working yourself to exhaustion)
“Thought you promised to take it easy this morning.” He mutters, giving Grimes a scratch behind the ears as he goes to grab a mug. He feels Ghost squeeze by behind him, hands warm on his lower back as he pours his tea.
“I’m making a schedule Price.” You yawn, shooing Soap away he tries to snatch the last bite of eggs of your plate. “Hey!” You snap, slapping his hand. Soap looks at you as though you beat him. “Not even a little bite?”
“Make your own, you don’t even like my eggs-“
“Aye! All I said that mornin’ was they was runny!” He whines, and Ghost lightly shoves him away, stealing the seat closest to you.
“What kind of schedule hm?” He questions, trying to peer down at the paper.
“Breeding season.”
Gaz chokes on a piece of toast, Soap slapping his back quickly. Ghost’s fork clatters back onto his plate and Price freezes, only to curse when scalding tea cascades over the side of his mug and down his hand.
You watch, brow raised, as they compose themselves.
“Breeding season?” Soap asks weakly, voice tight and you look between them, tilting your head.
“Yeah…? For the animals…?” You say slowly, and they let out a synchronised groan, Price running a hand over his face.
“Christ love, learn how to phrase shit yeah?”
“What? What do you mean? It’s breeding season!”
“Lass please-“
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yooo-lets-go · 5 months
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Wish you were here
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writersdrug · 20 days
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Johnny "Soap" Mactavish is the kind of dad who throws your kids around for fun, tossing them into the air and catching them just to hear their infectious laughter, ignoring the worrisome protests that you call out from the kitchen when they get a little too high.
Captain John Price is the kind of dad who convinces your children to ask you for pizza for dinner, acting all surprised when you tell him to call the local pizza place, eyebrows rising with "What's the occasion?" despite the obvious grin that his plan worked. You aren't fooled.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick is the kind of dad who chases your kids around with a nerf gun, relentlessly pelting them with styrofoam bullets and ganging up on your oldest son with your youngest daughter. Waits behind the front door for your son to get home from school and immediately fires on him.
Simon "Ghost" Riley is the kind of dad who holds your toddlers like footballs, your daughter tucked sideways under his arm and dangling your son by his ankle. "Found these mice sniffin' 'round the cookie tin." He says with a deadpan expression, but you don't miss the way his mouth twitches when they giggle and shriek.
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jesterraconteuse · 5 months
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You don't understand there's a part of me that wants Alfred Pennyworth to never age but there's another part that's like
As Alfred grows older his body grows tired and everyone notices. And for Bruce that's his surrogate father. For everyone else that's Grandpa. Immediately there's a secret boot camp in the Batcave for everyone to start learning how to better care for themselves. Selina Kyle assisting of course.
There's already disability accommodations for Barbara so they just need to tweak and add some stuff. They've learned from her needs and start researching on how to care for the elderly for Alfred specifically.
On paper he's still a butler but really everyone (who lives or stays for a long time in Wayne manor) makes sure they learn how to do the hardwork for themselves. Most of his job is just to be there for them honestly. They insist on doing things for themselves.
But Alfred is Alfred. So he knows what's going on. And he's so deeply proud of them. He doesn't let him do anything he insists he can or wants do himself. He's still his own person after all, and they gradually learn his boundaries and patterns.
Bruce keeps paying him but not in a way you'd pay a butler usually. More in a way where you'd send money to your retired parents.
Do you see my vision?
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wingzandtailz · 11 months
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