puppy on floor

I wish tumblr would let us file our likes instead of one long never-ending random list of random likes. Example: these are the likes I’ll show my boyfriend, these are the likes I’ll watch later, these likes are cupcake recipes, these are cute puppy videos, ect… Why isn’t this a thing?

This was going to be a comic, but then I went overboard with the art because I was having too much fun, so you get a one shot instead. 

Older Married Domestic Klance Fluff                          Rated: G

A Hairy Situation

“Keith! It’s happening!” Lance groaned.

“What’s happaping?” Keith mumbled with his toothbrush in his mouth.

“My youth is leaving and taking my hair with it,” Lance replied dramatically as he parted the hair along his growing forehead.

Keith spit unceremoniously and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Oh, your hair? That’s been happening for a while now. You should see the back.”

“What?!?!” Lance patted the back of his head and frowned. It was indeed getting thinner.

“You’re just noticing now?” Keith asked incredulously, failing to see what the big deal was. Getting older was a fact of life for those lucky enough to do so. Plus, family history wasn’t doing Lance any favours. A fact that Keith liked to remember every time Lance commented on his “mullet” when they were younger.

“Maybe I have been in denial, Keith. Maybe I only faced the cold facts of reality because I was looking for grays after I noticed yours.”

“What?!?!” Keith ran his fingers through his still thick, still mostly black locks and peered deeply into the mirror. Maybe he wasn’t ready to reach his silver back years, just yet.

Keith noticed a few strands of silver, mostly at his temples, but they were hardly noticeable. Lance was being petty.

“You’re just jealous,” Keith teased as he turned to Lance.

Lance pouted.

Keith sighed and ran his hands down Lance’s arm, squeezing his muscles as he made his way to his hands in a gesture of comfort.

“You grow a pretty great beard though,” Keith complimented. “I can’t believe that only took you a week. I’ve been growing mine forever.”

“I only grew it, hoping you’d tell me to shave it, so I could tell you to shave yours,” Lance retorted.  

Keith rolled his eyes and huffed, causing his bangs to fluff and settle.

“Well, I think you look handsome, beard or no beard, hair or no hair. I love you and always will. Even when we are old and you are as bald as Pipo,” Keith smiled endearingly.

Though Lance wasn’t sure what he thought about being as bald as Pipo was, he smiled, his ‘you think so’ smile and pulled Keith into his arms. He kissed him softly on the lips.

“It’s kinda like kissing a bear, but better than prickles,” Keith commented.

“A bear, eh?” Lance chuckled and moved around him so he could scoop Keith into a bear hug and rub his chin into the crook of Keith’s neck. He ran his fingers over Keith’s ribs for good measure.

Keith yelped and fake struggled, both of them knowing he could escape if he really wanted too. The tickling turned into play fighting and for a few moments, two grown men, wrestled like puppies, on the bathroom floor.

Their rough-housing was interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door and the small voice of a small girl.

“Daddys, what are you doing in there. I have to pee.”

anonymous asked:

Are you... by any chance... attracted to Akechi's wicked and evil grin? I mean... even if they would put that face on pancakes... I would probably still eat them too??? And even looking like that...n-nevermind!!! (Though his sad puppy eyes are definitely the cutest! It's also interesting watching at which kind of dialogue he has that kind of expression on a second playthrough.) I also loved your Fem!Akira dating haedcanons. Though the ones with Akechi got really depressing later one... ;_;

D-don’t be ridiculous…

Number One Guy

Prompt: what if the significant other gets a puppy or cat and everyone feels kind of jealous cause they spend so much time with it.

Words: 1071

You were sleeping, and not just any sleeping either, the totally content kind of sleep, where the temperature of the bed was just right, and Bruce’s arm was wrapped around you at just the right kind of tightness. So, when Bruce suddenly sputters awake, on your one day to sleep in, you’re more that a little reluctant to wake up. But, you do so anyway.

          You can’t help but grin at the sight. There’s Bruce, bat glare having fully taken over his face, and the newest addition to your family is sitting on his chest. You move forward, scooping the puppy off of his chest, and cradle the dog in your arms. Bruce is still glaring as you kiss the dog’s fluffy head. “He just wanted to say good morning,” you explain.

          “We agreed to no dogs on the bed,” Bruce stated.

          Your lip juts out, and you place the rather oblivious puppy’s paws in a begging position. “He’s just a baby.”

          “Y/N,” he some what sighs. You just grin, and move the covers to the side. Setting the puppy down on the floor, you grab your robe, and tie it. “Where are you going?” Bruce asks.

          “He needs to go out,” you explain, before walking out of the room, he puppy right on your heels.

          The manor is unusually quiet for a Saturday morning, but that can’t be helped. The boys are all out on missions, and Alfred is away for some sort of class reunion. Titus is waiting for you by the door, and Louis trots right up to him. Slipping on the sandals that now remain by the door, you let Louis out, following closely behind.

          He’s not all that big, yet, but you know he’s going to be huge by the time he’s done growing, if those huge paws are anything to go by.

Despite being a purebred, he has no papers. He was a rescue from a puppy mill, the runt of the litter who needed a lot of time and attention in his early days. He’s a fairly new, but popular breed called a Goldendoodle. He’s cute, fluffy, smart, and barely sheds.

You’ve only had him for about two months, but you’re already completely in love with him. You call him your baby. You stumbled across him at a Wayne charity even for a local animal shelter. Administrators had been giving you a tour, detailing what needed to be done. You’d been more focused on the animals than the tour to be honest. But when you passed the little carrier with a teeny tiny Louis inside, your heart had melted.

They had quickly detailed his medical issues. Most of it would clear up, but he was deaf in one of his ears. That hadn’t mattered to you. You quickly sat through a class on bottle feeding him, and caring for him, and took him home that day.

Bruce had left the day before for a month long mission, and the boys were all gone as well. That left you, Titus, Louis, and Alfred in the manor. Alfred had taken one look at the puppy, shook his head and went to make lunch.

Over the next month you spent most of your days and nights bottle feeding and training the little puppy. Titus, the big lovable boy watches over the puppy somewhat. It reminds you a bit of Dick and Damian to be honest.

When Bruce comes home, he’s greeted to the sight of a destroyed pair of Italian loafers, and two dogs on your bed. He’s not all that happy about the situation, but he sees that it makes you happy, and lets it go.

He draws the line at you bringing him to work, or sleeping in your bed. You pout for a bit, but ultimately agree. As the dogs finish their business, they begin playing. Louis attempts a sneak attack on Titus, but fails.

You take a seat on the patio furniture, happy just to watch you dogs. A little while later the door opens and Bruce, fully dressed, joins you outside. “I thought you were coming back to bed.”

“They started playing, I didn’t want to ruin the fun.”

“Y/N they’re dogs,” Bruce states rather bluntly, and you raise an eyebrow in question. Your husband has been acting more than a bit strange lately. He seems more than a little put out. A theory had been forming in your head for a few days now, but you’ve pushed it aside because the idea of it being true is ridiculous.

Still there’s no harm in asking, “Bruce are you jealous?”

He straightens, and turns his head instead of answering, and you can make out the slightest blush on his cheeks. Smiling, you stand up and go to sit in his lap. His arms wrap tight around you, pulling you in close, and you kiss him.

“Bruce Wayne, I love you, you are the most important thing in my life, but…”


“But you’re gone a lot; for the League, for Gotham, for the company. You travel a lot, you and the boys, and most of the time I’m left here alone. And when you’re left in a big empty manor, you tend to get a little lonely. Louis and Titus they help with that.”

“Y/N …”

You smile, “Don’t apologize Bruce. I love that you’re Batman. I love that you help people, and save the world all while running a multi billion-dollar company and managing a home life. I just needed a little something for myself. You know other than work, or managing the computer while you and the boys are on patrol.”

“You’re a big part of our success. You give us a reason to come home, you love us, and provide warmth that was missing before you came here.”

You smile kiss him and simply say, “I know.”

You both laugh, and you suggest, “How about we go on a drive to nowhere?”

Bruce nods, “Best offer I’ve had all day. How does Louis do in the car?”

You raise an eyebrow in question, “Really, you’re going to make nice with my dog?”

Bruce kisses you senseless before explaining, “As long as he doesn’t wake me up anymore and realize that I’m your number one boy, we’ll all be good.”

You smile and say, “No Bruce, he’s my number one boy, and you’re my number one guy.”

anonymous asked:

*puts on mask to hide face and gloves to hide fingerprints before using the Googles portal gun to teleport 100 puppies onto EACH of the floors even Darks, (except The Hosts because he has enough animals in his amazing library) before using the same portal gun to run away*

Bim’s screams of delight can probably be heard on the moon as he lays down and lets the puppies swarm him.

The Google just run around trying to keep the puppos from drooling all over their equipment.

Dr. Iplier’s clinic is full of people playing with puppies, and hey, if it makes them happy, it makes him happy.

King of the Squirrels just shrieks and chases them all out before they can start eating his beautiful furry subjects!

Bing tries to get a video of one of the puppies on a skateboard.

Silver tip toes around them with two freshly baked pies in his hands, but he ends up dropping them both to the puppos delight!

Ed immediately puts them all on Ebay.

Dark just starts shouting obscenities and chase them out of his office, but the puppies all swarm him yipping and boofing happily.

Host just sits back and giggles into his tea.

Jokers Daughter Imagine: New Puppy

Request: ( @whatshernamemaria ) Can U Do Imagine Where CP is 7 and gets a dog. 

Joker drove down the street with one hand on the white steering wheel and one hand trying to keep the mut next to him calm. For a brief moment Joker considered driving the purple lamborghini right into a tree just to silence the pathetic little thing from barking. He wanted to pick the puppy up and crush it by the skull, He gripped the wheel tighter and snarled before slamming on the gas and racing through traffic. If I wasn’t so goddamn soft hearted... he growled down at the dog before looking up and having to slam on the breaks. The car in front of him stopped at a red light, amateur, he whispered before pulling his gun out and firing wildly out his window… he 

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Drabble Game

1. “W…Was that you making that noise?”

“Y/N! What’s wrong with the dog?” Peter lazily removed himself from his bed, trying to find the source of the strange sound. It sounded like it could be the dog, but at the same time, it sounded like it could be something else entirely. 

“What the hell?” He muttered, making his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. 

You didn’t hear him. You continued making animal noises to the puppy in front of you. He enjoyed your attempts at barking but didn’t like the howling sounds that were leaving your mouth at this moment. You heard footsteps and immediately shut your mouth.  

As you suspected, Peter rounded the corner to find you and the new puppy on the floor, both staring at him. 

“Why was the dog making that sound?” he asked. 

You opened your mouth to answer, then shut it, then opened it again. Your hesitation was enough to confirm any suspicions. 

“W…Was that you making that noise?” You shook your head, giving him a scoff, “Of course not, it was totally the dog. He just wants to play.” 

“Oh my God,” a laugh escaped his mouth. And then another, and another, until you were certain he couldn’t breathe. “That was totally you Y/N! What do you do when I’m not home? I should put surveillance cams up.”

You were still in denial, “Peter! I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

He grinned at you, “You’re weird.” 

“Says the guy you dresses up in a leotard and swings around the city at night!”

He plops down in front of you, pulling the puppy into his lap, “Got me there,” he says feigning defeat. He was silent for one sweet moment before he burst out in laughter again.

You were never going to live this down. 

anonymous asked:

Iwaoi and 113?

Thank you!

113: “Where did all these puppies come from?” (5/5)

It had been a long day at work, and Iwaizumi was practically dead on his feet. He almost dozed off twice on the train home. Unfortunately for him, the busy season is just starting, so late nights like these will become a regular part of his routine. It never ceases to annoy Oikawa, but he never complains when the paychecks start coming in.

Iwaizumi glances as his watch as he climbs the stairs to their third floor apartment. Half passed eleven. He was looking forward to shedding his confining suit and collapsing into bed, preferably with warm body for him to spoon.

He’s fishing for his keys in his backpack when he hears the most curious noise on the other side of the door. It almost sounded like… a bark? Of course it couldn’t have been, he must be more tired than he thought. After a moments pause, he unlocks the door and pulls it open.

After over ten years with Oikawa, he shouldn’t be surprised by anything anymore. But the seven wiggling Labrador puppies that come barreling across the apartment to throw themselves at Iwaizumi’s legs definitely come as a shock. Oikawa had been sitting on the floor with the puppies, and when they all leave him, he jumps to his feet. Iwaizumi slowly looks up to meet Oikawa’s wide, panicking eyes.

“I can explain!” Oikawa blurts, hands raised as if to protect himself from an attack. It’s not an entirely unnecessary gesture, with the thoughts running through Iwaizumi’s head.

“Where did all these puppies come from?” Iwaizumi asks. The puppies are still fumbling around his legs, desperate for his attention. When they don’t get it, they all go galloping back to Oikawa, who is still staring at Iwaizumi like a deer in headlights. Iwaizumi only notices then the fully grown Lab behind him, head on her paws, watching the puppies scurry around.

“Listen,” Oikawa starts, taking a step forward, careful not to step on any wriggling bodies.

“I’m listening.”

“Just listen….”

Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow at his floundering partner.

“Koushi-kun’s dog had her babies,” Oikawa starts.

“Yes, I know. That was four weeks ago.”

“Yeah, but Koushi-kun and Dai-chan had to go out of town. It was really last minute. Dai-chan’s mother is sick. They asked if I could look after the dogs.”

“And you said yes,” Iwaizumi says. It’s not a question of whether he said yes or no, but rather ‘why’.

“I couldn’t say no!” Oikawa whines, dropping back down on the floor with the puppies. They all go crazy, jumping up onto his face and chest. Iwaizumi can no longer meet Oikawa’s eyes and the intensity of his stare is cut in half. “You know how much time I’ve been spending with Koushi-kun and the puppies since they were born. I couldn’t turn them away.”

“We live in an apartment,” Iwaizumi starts to argue. It’s a weak argument though. He knows he’s already lost.

“I know I know! They’ll just be here at night so we can keep an eye on them. During the day they’ll stay at Koushi-kun’s house.”

Iwaizumi sighs, rubbing at his eyes. “It’s too late for this. I’m going to bed and I’d really like for you to join me.”

Oikawa’s head lifts up out of the pile of puppies, his panicked expression immediately transforming into excitement. He works his way out of the pile, hurrying after Iwaizumi on his way to the bedroom. The puppies bound eagerly after him.

“The dogs stay out of the bedroom.”

“Aw, Iwa-chaaan!”

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Request - Nah??
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“Babbeee, you whined, "I don’t wanna play thissss.” You muttered as you clicked on a different camera, only to find Freddy was missing.
Ethan chuckled, “Babe, it’s ok, it’s not like he’ll scare you.”
“Oh yeah, because it’s called five nights at Freddy’s for nothing.” You scoffed, closing the right door, and turning on the light to find chica there.
“HAHH YOU BITCH.” You cheered, and then started checking the cameras.
You began to zone yourself to the game only, not paying attention to the outside world.
“Holy shit holy shit.” You whispered, face close to the computer screen as you once again closed the door in order to block out foxy. “Haha! Blocked you like I blocked my haters!” You snickered, continuing to play the game.
But, oh no. You thought you were a-okay. Nothing was gonna happen. That was until Ethan grabbed your shoulders, shaking you slightly yelling 'Boo!’.
You ended up shrieking, your hands and legs tucked into your body. To put it more clearly; you shit yourself and immediately went into ball mode on Ethan’s chair.
“haHAHA!” Ethan laughed, almost falling on the floor. “OH MY GOD!” He yelled, treats pricking at his eyes as he laughed. “That was great– too good– Almost too good.” He snickered, then looked down at you, seeing your form, he suddenly filled with concern. Did he hurt you? Or did he scare you too bad?
“Y/N? Are you ok?” He asked, softly poking your shoulder.
You merely whined, shifting away from his finger.
“Y/NNNN.” He whines, “I’m sorrryyyy.”
You shook your head, still in ball mode.
“That was mean.” You mumbled, now tucking your head in between your knees.
“I know, I’m sorry.”
You didn’t answer, note move. Ethan sighed heavily, he done fucked up. Maybe he shouldn’t have scared you.


Two hours have passed and you still haven’t talked to Ethan. What he did to you was mean, and plus, you almost peed yourself.
You were sitting on the couch, scrolling through Twitter, looking at some Fanart here and there, liking some tweets, replying to some people. You know, normal stuff.
Although you didn’t notice when Ethan came out with his Ukulele and sat on the small chair next to the couch. Ethan stroked the strings, that erupting sound into the silent room. It was then, when you looked over at him with a confused look on your face.
Ethan slightly smiled, he looked down at the ukulele to see if his fingers were in the right place, then started strumming. The music was nice, soft, it was comforting to listen to. Was this his apology to you?

„Everything you do it sends me
Higher than the moon with every-“ Ethan looked up at you and smiled, making eye to eye contact, „Twinkle in your eye
You strike a match that lights my heart on fire.“

Shit. Why was his voice so mesmerizing? He’s cute. Too cute and adorable, and he was singing to you. /you/. No one else, because he /loves you/.

„When you’re near, I hide my blushing face
And trip on my shoelaces
Grace just isn’t my forté
But it brings me to my knees when you say,“ Ethan softly laughs and smiles big as he sings the next verse.

„Hello, how are you, my darling today?
I fall into a pile on the floor
Puppy love is hard to ignore
When every little thing you do, I do adore,“
By this point, your phone was off, you were smiling like an idiot, a pink color tinted your cheeks, you wanted to tackle hug him so badly.

So you did. The ukulele was smushed in between you two as you wrapped your arms around his neck, and nuzzled your cheek next to his.
"God! You’re so cute!” You said, then kissed his cheek.
“You ignored me.” He mumbled back, pulling the ukulele out from between you and him, placing it to the side, “Because I scared you, so I uh..” he wrapped his arms around your waist, “I decided to sing you a song.” He smiled, “To cheer you up, did it work?”
“Yes!” You happily said, hugging him tighter, “I love you.” You whispered.
“I love you too, Y/N.”

Also I’m sorry for not updating a lot, I have finals :’)

katrinalaw What do you celebrate today? Day 56 of 365. Today I celebrate #NationalSuperheroDay! Superheroes come in all shapes, sizes, and forms. From holding open a door for a stranger to saving babies and puppies from the top floor of a burning building to being able to fly. So here’s to the superhero in all of us and the daily endeavor to let our inner superhero shine! #celebrate#appreciate

I don’t understand people who don’t let their dogs on the furniture. I get pissed when my dog doesn’t want to spoon with me at night and you wont even let them sit next to you??? How do you even snuggle?