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hotpinkstars · 2 months

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kaeya, shenhe, and miko with married/marriage hcs? tyyy

-> married

synopsis -> how said characters are like during marriage.

a/n -> HI OMG this is so cute!!!!!!! thanks for requesting mwa!! i'm sorry about how late this is and if it doesn't make sense i'm half asleep and i'm listening to travis scott so. train of thought may have been elsewhere.

warnings -> none!

w/c -> 1.2k

-> kaeya

kaeya is certainly one hell of a husband, that's for sure.

it’s not that he’s a bad one, he just goes about marriage in his own way. your marriage will be filled with late nights and celebrating a hard day at the bar. not that you don’t mind, though, the more time spent with your husband the better!

his teasing attitude won’t go away even when you’ve been married for quite a while. in fact, it’ll only get worse (not in a bad way, just more of it). he’s known you long enough to know what bothers you and what doesn’t.

he’s not too cuddly, but certainly won't be opposed to it if you want it. he runs cold anyways, so it's always nice to have an extra sheet of warmth laying on top of him while the two of you sleep. it happened more often when you two were just dating, but still, it’s fun to do it anyways.

kaeya and you like to sit either on the couch inside or outside on the porch (depending on the weather) and have late night talks, sipping on a few glasses of wine. it’s always fun for the both of you to catch up on each other's days, not a single part going unsaid. whether those late night wine chats take it to the bedroom or not is up to you.

he’s a very supportive husband, and knows the right times to be serious. you crying is not a time to tease, unless you gave him permission. whether it’s crying, work related, injuries, etc, he’s going to be serious and will be super supportive in the moments you need him to be.

he might rush you a lot on different things, whether you’re walking too slow or whatever else, it’s all just teasing, and in reality, he’s a pretty patient man.

-> shenhe

shenhes a wife who needs a lot of guidance, but will understand what to do after a while of learning.

one thing about her; she’s never been in a relationship. considering she was raised by adeptal beasts, she didn’t really understand the concept of it before you came into play.

she saw you as a super close friend at first, and then realized the feelings of butterflies she’d feel in her stomach whenever she went near you wasn’t just being super fond of you. it was feelings, and she came to understand when you confessed to her.

when she told you she liked you back, seeing your happy, relieved face made her chest flutter in a way she’s never felt before. and then as time went on, you two were engaged, and soon after officially married.

her favorite activity is eating out on the porch with you. whether its sitting on the steps leading up to your house with a plate or a teacup in hand or having a whole table and two chairs for a nice meal under the warm liyue sun.

shes a very serious woman, and it doesn’t go away even when you’re married. she has her soft spot for you, but whenever you seem even the slightest bit off, she turns serious and almost bombards you with questions until you tell her. she learns later on (and quite fast, actually,) that those questions aren’t necessary, and it is up to you to tell her.

she also kind of loves hugs. she likes the safety she feels with your arms wrapped around her midsection, your head on her shoulder or her head, depending on your height.

when she sees you crying, at first, she might be unsure and a little panicked, considering she’s never been in such a situation before. but as time goes on, she gets more used to it, and she’s more opened to taking you in a warm embrace if that’s what will calm you down.

she pays close attention to the gestures you give to her, so whenever you’re sad, sick, etc, she’ll try to do similar things. making breakfast, brewing tea, doing housework. you might have to direct her from whatever place in your home you’re in, but it’s all worth it in the end.

she doesn’t really mind cuddles during sleep. she might be a little stiff, but that’s normal to you considering who you’ve married. she’ll hug back occasionally, and you understand it when she doesn’t. crabby shenhe who didn’t get sleep due to too much heat on her body in the mornings is something you’d rather not deal with.

she’s also really supportive, but in a slightly different way than kaeya. she’s incredibly encouraging of you to do what you want and to follow your dreams and to not let anybody else dictate what you want to do. that’s one of her main focuses- she wants to try and ensure your success. you do thank her everyday for that.

-> yae miko

miko is a very fun wife to have!!

one thing about her is she always tries to fit your vibe. you like to party? she’ll come with you, but she’s the one making sure you don’t leave drunk. no drinks for her, and if she decides to order one, she’ll get a small thing of red wine at the most. she’s not big on alcohol.

if you like picnics at sunset, she’ll always accompany you! because if it’s with you, it’s fun anyways, no matter what you two are doing. she always finds pleasure in being near you, no matter how long you’ve been married. it seems like you two can talk forever and ever, and it’s crazy how you never run out of conversations.

she’s also very independent. you’ve never seen her try to rely on others, which makes it a little complicated with trying to help her through her feelings. you never push her, just like she doesn’t push you when you have your moments, but you encourage her to let you be aware of her feelings (just like she does with you).

she really likes cuddles, and is clingier than people might think. she can be rather pouty (either in a teasing way or just as a joke in general) if she doesn’t get her cuddles. you know she’s not really hurt, but it’s always funny to see her face change from a pout to a look of content in three seconds flat.

she’s supportive, but would rather you follow a path that she believes is good for you. not in a toxic way, not in a “i dictate your life you have to do what i tell you” way, but in a sense where she’s leaning you towards the things that she knows you wont regret and the things she knows you will be successful in. she’s lived long enough to know that.

she’s not one to boast about her marriage, and would rather keep it as laid back as possible. being married is fun, and it’s always fun to be able to know that you have someone who has your back, whos always going to be there to defend you, and is always going to love you. but she doesn’t think it’s necessary to make it such a big thing, considering a lot of people have spouses.

she’s always there for you. to dry your tears, to cheer you on, to help you when you’re stuck on a roadblock. you’re so fortunate to be married to her.

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sorrowfulrosebud · 5 months

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I hope you know you've given me puppy hybrid Bakugou brain rot, so you get another ask as a repercussion u3u

Whats the scenario or head canon of why we had to start putting a muzzle on hybrid Bakugou when going out? Did he bite, start a fight, did something out of spite? (Yes, that was a purposeful rhyme)

Gimme the tea 🫖

Blue? Wolf? Angel? 01? However you wish to be referred to, I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BIG SMART BRAIN MWA MWA. Also this got long hehehe

Warnings: bratty kid, animalistic Bakugou, wounds, reader passes out

I imagine Katsuki would have to start wearing the muzzle as soon as he left the shelter. In my AU, he was in a fighting ring (original, I know), so he still snaps when he gets frightened or angry. He doesn’t mean to, not in the slightest. But when you have to fight to the death for scraps, or a ratty blanket to keep you warm in a cramped and filthy dog cage, it becomes a nasty habit.

You try to keep it off him as much as possible unless you’re going out. It was a very long process to get him to relax even slightly with you, which was honestly a feat in of itself.

You listen to his body language. He comes to you when he has a problem. If he tenses when you’re petting him, you retract your hand and wait for the signal for you to continue, if any. You leave his food alone, because it’s his. You allow him to nap, knowing the poor creature needs some proper sleep.

It’s easier in the privacy of your own home, in a comforting environment that Bakugou can explore a million times over and never find anything new. In public though, when the screaming child demands to touch his sensitive tail, or when the shih tzu hybrid is sniffing him, it can be so overwhelming for the pup.

“Are you all ready to go, sweet thing?” You smile at your new puppy boy.

Katsuki growled lowly, his collar and leash loose on his neck. The muzzle was wrapped around his lower face, protecting himself from a future lawsuit. He tugged at the metal bars irritatedly. You sigh in empathy.

“I know, sweetpea. I’m afraid that until the padded muzzle comes, it has to be the one provided by the shelter. On the bright side, you can come outside for a walk! It’s a lovely day outside and you can meet the neighbours!” You explain happily.

Katsuki chuffs and rolls his eyes, walking ahead and pulling you on the leash as you squeak in surprise.

“See, I told you it was nice! How’s your collar feeling, honey?” You ask him gently, not wanting to overwhelm him. Katsuki’s pupils were blown with all sorts of new smells and sounds.

He never knew what squirrels sounded like. They scurried in the trees a lot more delicately than the rats in the compound. The screams of children were from fun as their parents chased and played with them. The new pups in the compound were snatched from their mother and sold or… Katsuki shook his head. He didn’t want to think about that place any more.

It was all so bewildering for him, but he seemed to be enjoying it as he threw you a nod.

“Aw I’m so glad!” You laugh softly. You stop near the local convenience store, the thought of a cold ice cream tickling your fancy. You call out to Katsuki to stop as he obeys.

“Do you fancy an ice cream? It’s such a hot day today, and you’ve taken everything in so wonderfully,” you ask him.

Katsuki cocked his head, not knowing what “ice cream” was. He had sometimes heard his old handlers talk about it, but he’d never been able to try any. You felt a pang of guilt at the realisation that he’d never had the sweet treat.

“Let’s go and get you one. I’m sure you’ll like it,” you promise him softly, allowing him to walk in first. He jumped slightly at the little ding-dong of the door, growling at it as you explained what it was.

Despite his grumbling and the occasional bark, he was behaving himself remarkably.

The ice cream freezer was thankfully stocked full to the brim, with flavours of nearly every description.

“Ah, here they are! I hope they have some that’s hybrid friendly. Katsuki, why don’t you come take a look and see what you want to try,” you encourage him. Katsuki froze a little. You were… giving HIM the choice? Was this some sort of trap? Your soft smile made him feel slightly at ease.

Plus, you would never hit him in a store, right?

He takes a look at the flavours in the freezer, entranced by the huge red strawberries and slabs of chocolate. He was about to grab an ice lolly with a motif of a raspberry when a shriek pierces his ears.

His hands slap to his head, covering the fluffy things as he snaps his head at the source. He lets out an automatic growl as his teeth curl back. A small child, not much older than 6 is staring back at him with a delighted look. In his sticky hand held a melting ice lolly.

“Doggy!” He shrieks excitedly, jumping up and down. A woman, whom you presume is his mother, is taking a phone call further down the aisle.

Katsuki pressed further into you when the kid tries touching him with sticky fingers. You immediately stand in front of him, trying to calm the puppy boy down and deal with the kid.

“Hi there sweetie, I’m sorry but Katsuki doesn’t like being touched,” you try to explain carefully, getting on the child’s level. You’re taken aback when the little monster’s face goes red and he lets out an ear-piercing scream that has Katsuki starting to hyperventilate a bit.

“NO! WANT TO PET THE DOGGY! MAMAAAA!” The kid wails, the woman walking to her son. She looks you up and down as she holds her son by the shoulders.

“What seems to be the problem here?” She sneers. You make sure Katsuki has space to cool down as you try to explain.

“Your son here is trying to pet my hybrid, but that is not something that he is comfortable at all with, so I’m trying to explain-” you were cut off by the woman.

“So? The beast is muzzled and leashed, why can’t my angel pet him?” She gave you a dirty look, as if she could look past your puppyboy who looked like he would rather be anywhere else.

“Katsuki is really not comfortable with that. It’s his first time out of the house in a long time and-” you were once again cut off by the woman’s snooty laughter.

“Well if he’s such a ‘rabid beast’ then he shouldn’t be out of the house,” she snarls viciously. You didn’t even notice the kid sneaking behind you until Katsuki lets out a vicious growl, and the sound of 2 screams fill the air.

Katsuki waited for the paramedics to bandage you up as they took you to hospital. They found you bleeding in Katsuki’s arms, his claw marks identical to the ones in your chest.

Turns out the little bastard had snuck behind you and yanked on Katsuki’s leash. Being already wound up and anxious, the sharp leash tug threw him into a frenzy as he instinctively went to claw the threat. You pushed the kid off in time, taking the blow instead.

Katsuki could only stare at you as cotton filled his mouth. His mouth twitched as he started trembling. He had … hurt you…

Your shriek of pain could never leave his head, him not even registering that he had made you bleed until the metallic smell hit his nose. The kid started wailing after being shoved on the floor, the mother picking him up and running away.

You look at him, then at the blood and you try to smile. You swallow, the shock of the pain making it difficult to see.

“D-don’t worry K’s’ki! I do- I don’ blame you,” you start to slur out, the shock and blood loss making you woozy. You slump against your pup, breathing shallow and light. Katsuki whined anxiously, looking for help.

A witness in the same aisle came forward slowly, aware of Katsuki’s hyperventilating and anxious state. He clutched you close to him, sitting on the ground as he trembled and nosed your face. Blood was everywhere, staining everything.

The customer slowly made his way to Katsuki, clicking her tongue softly to get his attention. Katsuki looked wild as he snarled savagely, pulling you tighter. She held her hands up slowly, demonstrating she wasn’t a threat.

“I’m going to call for help. I need to make sure that your owner is okay. I’m going to be super duper careful to make sure I don’t hurt them any more. You can still hold them, I just need to make sure their pulse is still there. Is that okay?” She spoke slowly and calmly, getting emergency services on her phone.

Katsuki snarled, but the claws digging into you relaxed slightly. The customer let a small smile out as she checked your pulse and referred everything back to the emergency services. She was slow and methodical, careful not to move too quickly and scare the trembling pup.

“There we go, all done. I saw everything you know,” she said quietly, kneeling near the two of you. Katsuki whined quietly, chuffing your hair.

“You were scared, and that monster of a boy didn’t listen. There are cameras everywhere, so I’m certain nothing will happen,” she said firmly.

Her hand slowly lifted up, paying close attention to his body language. Her hand slowly found refuge in his hair, slowly petting his ears. Katsuki could feel his heartbeat slow down, just for a moment, before it spiked again at the sound of the siren of the ambulance.

The paramedics filtered through with animal control, surprised to see a muzzled hybrid already collared and leashed holding on to the patient. The lead paramedic slowly approached you, the uniform and sterile smell making Katsuki snarl loudly and pinning you back to him. His eyes were like pin pricks as he held you tight.

“Heyyy, there you go buddy. Is that your owner there?” The paramedic questioned him quietly, bringing the cart to carry you beside her. Katsuki snarled as they got closer.

“I know, I know. It must be scary being in this situation. The lady on the phone told me what happened. You didn’t mean it, did you?” the paramedic prayed her words were getting through to him.

It seemed her prayers were answered when his grip lets loose slightly.

“You were frightened, weren’t you? The kid yanked on your leash? That must have hurt,” she murmured to him, getting more on his level. She was making slow progress to you, getting anxious when she sees the amount of blood lost.

“But now your owner is hurting. Can we take them to get all fixed up? You can ride with us in the ambulance,” she promised, holding her hand out. Katsuki growled, but with a small whine, relinquished his grasp on you.

The paramedic smiled at him, slowly picking you up as she dashed you to the cart, strapping you in as she rushed you to the ambulance outside. Katsuki whined and followed you, desperate to keep your pained face in his vision.

He rode with you the entire way to the hospital, whining when he couldn’t see past the curtain of the emergency room.

The next few hours were hell. He sat next to the curtained room, jumping up when the nurse talks to him.

“You’re very lucky. The wounds were relatively deep, but it was the shock that made them pass out. We stitched up the wound, so now we’re going to monitor your owner in a different room. Would you like to come with?” He asked. Katsuki nodded frantically.

He couldn’t help the whimper when he saw your bed being wheeled out, the bandages reaching a good way across your chest. You were docked into your new room. All Katsuki could do was wait for you to wake up.

Katsuki was a mess. He couldn’t stop whimpering to himself, scared shitless. You were the only person to ever treat him with such kindness, to talk to him like a person and not a dog. You were kind, and gentle, and-

Probably gonna hand him back to the shelter. He knew what that meant though, considering this was his ‘saving grace’. He wouldn’t get any more chances. He tried to toughen himself up, beating his leg in rage as he prepares himself for your rage.

The rage, however, never came. Katsuki must have fallen asleep, since he was awoken by the gentle call of his name. His head snapped up, mixed emotions when he sees your confused orbs.

“What… happened?” You slurred out, sleep still overtaking your system. Your eyes snapped open at the recollection of events.

“Oh god! Are you alright?!” You gasp. Katsuki looked at you dumbfounded. His body trembled. Even when he had hurt you… made you pass out… you still wouldn’t say a bad word against him. Your eyes softened as tears breached his waterline, making his beautiful lashes clump together.

“No no no no, sweet thing! What’s wrong?!” You coo at him, sitting up. He looks pointedly at your chest. You let out an “oh”.

“Katsuki, this wasn’t your fault. That little boy wouldn’t leave you alone, completely ignoring that I said to leave you alone. He still did, despite you being clearly upset and went to yank on your leash! I couldn’t have them take you away from me, so I chose to take the blow instead,” you said firmly, placing a gentle hand on his clenched fist.

“I would do it a million times over for you,” you murmured to him, softly wiping his tears. He flinched slightly, before shakily nuzzling his hand into your palm.

“You’re my good boy, my sweet Katsuki,” you preen, rubbing your thumb across his cheek. His chest rumbles as he slowly ambles into your bed. He makes eye contact with you, something within him trying to force himself to stop. Your warm eyes don’t however, simply shifting along to make room.

He cuddles into you, careful of your wound as he licks your neck gently.

“M-miiiine,” he tried, the word new as it rolled on his tongue. Your head snapped to him, amazed at his first word. Your eyes watered as you pressed a kiss to his head.

“That’s right, puppy. You’re mine.”

@archer-fb had to expand the first word babe 🤭

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poraphia · 5 months

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"A Dancing Rockstar."

➵ PAIRING! cc!lvjy!wilbur x cc!reader

➵ CREATING! 12.8.23 | 1978 words

➵ CONTAINING! party with the qsmp members, brief mention of FitMC and JaidenAnimations, Tubbo being a drunk wingman, reader and wilbur are drunkk, dancing :o

➵ SAYING! hihi guess who tryna get back into writing! I started on this fic like.. a while ago but since this prompt one the poll here it is :))! hope yall enjoy and sorry i been leaving yall hanging i love yall mwa mwa

My masterlist :)

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I wasn’t much for parties, but if you passed me a couple shots of vodka and some damn good music then maybe I could get down to a song or two.

The party was getting loud and heavy. Bodies were sloshing around the dance floor, music rumbled the whole room, and silhouettes could only be defined in blue and pink. I sat on the couch, clutching my glass as I watched my friends dance while laughing and holding each other close. It was interesting watching from afar— seeing these people I had only met months prior in a Minecraft server now here and present before me having the time of their lives.

It was safe to say I knew most of the people here— it is a QSMP party plus some guests after all. I’d like to think I’ve talked to every single member there is to the server, whether they would be frequently active or log in every once in a while, but there was someone in this party I was dying to get to know. Though he only logged in for at max a month, he had a daughter, posed as a son under Phil, and even had some sort of gay romance with Quackity.

You know who I’m talking about.

The myth.

The legend.

“—Wilbur! Pass me another glass, would you?”

Yup. William fucking Gold.

He was here by convenience. Lovejoy was in the city for his worldwide tour and it just so happen that the stars aligned for him (and maybe a bit in my favor too) to be here.

I constantly glanced at him— He stood there next to the bar area and never really left that specific spot. His shoulder was pressed against the pillar wall while his other arm held his red solo cup. Every so often one of his friends would come up to him and spark up a conversation before retreating with other friends. Not Wilbur though. He remained firm in his position at all times, and his eyes would sometimes lurk amongst the dancing bodies. Maybe he was looking for an excuse to join in, but never really found his little reason.

I felt the weight of the sofa shift as someone took their seat next to me. It was Tubbo, who looked wasted, but had some sort of consciousness in him still. His arms sprawled out as he sunk into the cushions, letting out a loud sigh.

“Whewww! I am so… Dizzy…” He exhaled. I rolled my eyes before turning my direction toward him.

“That’s sorta your fault for drinking so much.” I commented. He puffed out his cheeks while squinting at me.

“Psh, I’m a big man now. I know what I’m doing.” He scoffed. “How about you? Doesn’t look like you’re doing much. You’re usually my party buddy here!” He exclaimed, sitting up.

I sighed. “I mean yeah. I guess I’m just a little buzzed.” I shrugged, my gaze leading itself back to Wilbur. His long limb wrapped around the pillar and his cup was now placed on a surface. His mind was occupied with the phone he was clutching in his hand. My head tilted a little at the sight and without realizing, a little smile was forming on my face. This sparked Tubbo’s curiosity.

“Don’t tell me you’re looking at..—” Before Tubbo could say anything else, I whipped my head around, causing him to nearly choke laughing. “NO WAY—! ARE YOU CRUSHING ON—?”

“BE QUIET! “I squealed. I jumped toward him and put him in a headlock while using my other hand to cover his mouth as I muffled his obnoxious laughter.

“Dude, shut up! It’s not that big of a deal—” Tubbo broke out of my grasp, sitting up and staring at me.

“Alright, so if it’s not that big of a deaaaal—” without a second to spare, he raced off of the couch and darted towards Wilbur, becoming a near foggy vision under the LED lights. My heart skipped a beat as I desperately stumbled after him. I burst through the dancing crowd, nearly slipping because of the sleek tile floor.

“TUBBO YOU BITCH!” I screamed. But it was too late. By the time I yanked the boy by the shoulder, he was already grinning sinisterly at the sight of Wilbur’s flustered expression. I pushed Tubbo aside, now putting me in the position where I was right in front of the man.

“Uh…” I croaked out. A part of me wanted to just crawl into a hole and die at this point.

Wilbur chuckled, leaning his head against the pillar while smiling down at me.

“Hey there. So uh.. What was Tubbo talking about..?” he asked, slightly side eyeing Tubbo, who was losing his shit laughing while clutching Fit.

“D-don't mind him! He was just kidding haha!” I tried to nervously laugh it off, but under the dancing lights I was a heated red mess. I glanced behind him, realizing there were spare cups and glasses of alcohol. Without thinking, I moved past him and swiftly poured my own shot before frantically gulping it down.

The alcohol burned my throat, but luckily it was quick to loosen me up. I whipped my head back to Wilbur, who had a mixed expression of shocked amusement.

“Wanna dance?” I quickly offered, holding out my hand. I knew I wasn’t thinking this true, but what else could I say to break the ice?

“I.. Uh.. sure..—?! Ah—!” without letting him get another word out, I grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor while occasionally bumping into the large groups of people. Some even took a double take at the sight of me dragging Wil.

Holy shit, this is so embarrassing. I thought. But I was far too gone to pull away. I turned around to face him now, bobbing a little bit to the music. He looked down at me, and with the red to his cheeks and the blue light shining down on him, his face was a sweet purple. The sight tugged at my heartstrings, and I felt my knees going weak.

If anything, I needed another shot. I turned to Tubbo, who was watching us with Jaiden and Fit. With my hand, I held up my thumb and pinky and held it close to my lips, indicating that I needed a drink. I watched as Tubbo ran off, leaving Fit and Jaiden confused. Chuckling a little bit, I turned back around to look at Wilbur.

He was sort of bobbing around, moving to the beat of the music. It was obvious that both of us weren’t completely feeling it, but all I needed was one shot and maybe I could help him start feeling the vibe. I watched as his lanky arms swayed from side to side.

I smiled a little. “Not much of a dancer?” I asked. Bashfully, he shook his head no. As if on queue, Tubbo ran up behind me, shoving a plastic cup into my grasp. Turning away from Wilbur, I brought the brim to my lips and chugged down the rugged taste. The alcohol rushed through my throat and into my nerves like poison, but I was back into the game. I shoved the cup back into Tubbo’s grasp and whispered him a quick thank you.

As if on instinct, my hands were on Wilbur’s hips, making him yelp in surprise. I picked up our pace, swaying to the beat of the music. Wil fumbled a little, not sure what to do besides move his torso with my consistent guidance. I decided to help him out, and as our hips grooved, I moved his hands onto my hips and rested my hands on his shoulders.

“Come on, you got this.” I smirked. A spark of boldness flamed in my chest, and the look on Wilbur’s face was my gasoline. He took one of my arms and backed away a bit to twirl me in place before holding my waist with his forearm, dipping me down so that my hair touched the glowing floor.

“I-I don’t even know your name!” He chuckled.

“Well..—” He pulled me back up, but I still remained close to his face. “Call me (y/n).”

We continued to dance to the music with our bodies intertwined. His leg was in between my legs. My arm was wrapped around his neck. His hand was on my hip. Our other hands were intertwined. It felt dangerous to be so close to stranger like this, but shit, did it feel right. For all hell, he could’ve been a mass murderer and I’m his next prey.. Although.. Looking into those eyes, I’m no better than a mouse falling for cheese on a trap.

“So how’d you meet Quackity?” He asked.

“Oh, we go way back to when we went to college together. He was a busy ass kid, but we bonded through those late night cramming sessions.” I chuckled. “How about you?”

“Ah, we used to do similar content like years ago on Youtube, then we got put into the same minecraft server, bonded outside of the server, and the rest is history.” He smiled. “It’s crazy seeing how far he’s come though— Y’know, creating a whole server full of people from all over the world and all.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty crazy.” I laughed. “How about you? Heard you were a whole rockstar.”

“Pfff— rockstar?” He scoffed. “Don’t boost my ego now.”

“Oh, come on! You’re hardly on the server. It’s really the only explanation you have.”

“Well, yeah, I guess so—”

“Hey lovebirds!” Tubbo butted his head between me and Wilbur. “Are you guys having fun getting to know each other?” He chirped. He clasped his hands together and brought them near his cheek, giggling at the sight of us together.

I pulled away from Wilbur before playfully shoving Tubbo away. “Shut up!” I exclaimed. He only cackled in response before disappearing into the crowd yet again. Before I could chase after him, I felt a pair of hands grip the sides of my waist, pulling me close to his chest.

“Come on, it’s not his fault.” Wilbur whispered in my ear, the alcohol near apparent in his voice. It took Tubbo’s outburst to make me realize we were wasted and dancing the night away with Wil equally as drunk as me. I tilted my head up and sighed, taking comfort in his wobblily smile.

“Let’s get out of here, yeah? I saw there’s a gas station near by. We can get a couple snacks and walk around the city.” I reached up, cupping his face with one of my hands.

“Hm, sounds like a plan to me.” Wilbur smiled back.

Though we spent the rest of the night with him drunkenly talking about any random historical fact his mind came up with, or the outrageous stories he had while on tour, tonight it really did found like I found someone like no other. Someone who knows how to dance with me without even knowing my name. Someone I would confide in telling my life story to. Someone I could maybe, just maybe, fall in love with.

So, did I thank a hangover 19 year boy the next morning afterward? Yes, yes I did.

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a / n ~ hope yall enjoyeddd :D reblogs, replies, notes of all kind super duper appreciated YIPPIEE

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porgthespacepenguin · 29 days

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For the Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game, I choose 🐝

Great ask, nonny!

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

Ooooh, boy. This could take a few hours. 😄 Alright, so this can in no way, shape or form be an exhaustive list, but ...

@essence-stealer World-class beta, dearest friend, adopted sibling, and all around a truly wonderful person. I'd *never* have completed NEWTS without their support. Fact. You're the best, darling.

@why-its-kai Whenever I feel down about lack of comments or whatever, I go re-read one of Kai's and I immediately feel better. 10/10 would befriend again and again and again if we were stuck in a time-loop.

@predawnite Well, let's just say a certain fic wouldn't be what it is without Dawn. *coughs in KW* Also they have the absolute best freaking prompts, bar none -- an inspiration to us all. And a truly cool person to know, as well. *high-five*

@celestialholz My fandom wife, who somehow still likes me even though she's been straying into BG3 fandom and I have... not. AND WHO MADE ME PLAY POKEMON AND GET TENDONITIS (I wish I was joking). Write Reduction and I might forgive you (joking, joking -- or AM I)

@mrporg My actual, RL, bona fide, patiently long-suffering spouse, who has been putting up with me for a very, very, very long time and now has to endure me on Tumblr too. Talk about supportive. Mwa! <3

Let's not forget:

@dustydahorse (the pinkest and awesomest of little bros)

@lordlexion and @voiid-vagabond (their comments single-handedly kept me posting NEWTS even when I wanted to give up -- fact -- and they're both awesome)

@anzstrek, @ellewood117, Bonesy, and all the others on the Qcard server -- you guys are the best <3

And lastly a wonderfully skilled artist friend of mine who I'm 100% sure will prefer to remain unnamed (but you know who you are!).

Here's a link to the Ask Game if anyone wants to keep playing!

#writers truth and dare #porg answers

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heeracha · 1 year

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▸▸ now playing: everyday, ben&ben.

▸▸ dedicated to: lee heeseung.

genre/warning(s): friends to lovers, toxicity if you squint, wine is included in some parts, a drop of angst, but mostly fluff !! unproof read. let me know if i miss something <33

note: it's in filo, i just translated the title lmao. anyway, @jjunis this is #17 for u !! ily dani i hope u like this <33 send in a number if u want, but check on the main post first to see if the number is taken !! thank u mwa

wc: 1.7k im crying

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in high school, you had a crush on lee heeseung.

no one knew, not even your best friend.

heeseung was one of those hopeless romantics, you noticed. you saw him go around, look at one of your friends with his doe eyes. he was adorable, you could stare at him all day long. even though his eyes were on somebody else.

it was just a happy crush anyway.

you were about to enter your homeroom when you felt a hand on your shoulder stop you, “hey.” you hear, causing you to look up. heeseung smiles at you and you smile back, asking him if needed something. “uh, can you hand this to (name).” he asks, handing you a letter and a chocolate bar.

their favorite chocolate bar.

“sure.” you say with a smile, taking it.

“thank you.” heeseung says with a grateful smile, walking away. he was too nervous. so, you went to your friend, handing it to them. from that, they started to date. heeseung would always tag along, he was the perfect boyfriend. even if their relationship slowly started to grow… not so ideal anymore.

your friend became controlling and you saw miserable heeseung was, but he never broke it off. he was in too deep. they even once fought when everyone was there and heeseung surrendered right away.

the graduating year was almost over, so you spent most of your days in the library, just reading since you were done with your requirements anyway. you see heeseung pass by and you frown.

your heart ached for him.

you wait for him to pass by again and when he did, you speak up. “did you make up?”

heeseung stops, looking at you. he sees your concerned eyes and he forces a smile, nodding. “did you apologize?” you ask and he nods. “why did you?”

“they wanted to spend time with me, i—”

“they spend time with us, their friends. but with you, you’re not allowed to spend time with your friends?” you softly say. “you shouldn’t have apologized.” you said, going back to your book. “you are their boyfriend, but doesn’t give them the right to control your life.” you say and heeseung looks down. “imagine your parents let you do what you want, but you can’t because of your partner. kinda…” you trail off shrugging.

“what am i supposed to do, y/n? i just want to fix our relationship.” heeseung says.

“it’s unfixable.” you deadpan. “they’re my friend, but they’re wrong.”

you felt like you were betraying your friend because you had a crush on heeseung, but even heeseung’s friends felt that way. your friend is wrong.

you went back to reading as heeseung leaves the library. the next time you saw him was during graduation, he was with his friends. he looked happier. his eyes caught yours in the crowd and he waves at you, giving you a big smile. you wave back.

you felt guilty, you really did. but when your friend got into another relationship within less than a month after breaking up with heeseung, not so much anymore.

two years passed by when you next saw him. he transferred to your university when he saw there were more open opportunities there. it was funny how when he last talked to you, it was in the library of your high school. now, he sees you in the university’s library… sleeping. heeseung giggles softly, deciding to take the seat across from you as he starts working on his own work. after an hour, you wake up, sighing as you sit up straight, eyes meeting heeseung’s.

“good morning.” he softly teases and you only close your eyes, hiding your face in your palms.

“don’t you go to the university in… another town?” you mumble and heeseung giggles at how you were basically still asleep.

“i transferred. i’ve been meaning to text you, actually, but i realized i don’t have your number.” he says and you chuckle, grabbing your phone as you give it to him for him to put his number in. “i take you’re doing great, sleeping in the library.”

“i was stressed for weeks for my presentation, i didn’t get to sleep. so when it was done, i came here to do some work, but i dozed off.” you mumble, chuckling and heeseung smiles.

you two became inseparable and slowly, your happy crush on him rekindled. heeseung got into relationships, but always ended right away. every semester, it was a different partner. when heeseung felt conflicted about his relationship, he would run to you for advice. ever since you talked some sense to him in high school, he trusted you.

but you didn’t trust yourself. you didn’t know if you were being biased since you had a happy crush on him… which is slowly turning more than that. you were convincing yourself it was just a stupid happy crush, but you know it wasn’t.

it’s not a happy crush anymore when it’s starting to hurt.

a month before graduation, you were surprised that heeseung wasn’t in a relationship. but at the same time, not really. you know how focused he is in his internship that he hopes to be his full time job when he graduates.

at past seven in the evening, he comes knocking in your dorm with a big smile. “i have a job when we graduate.” he says and you smile widely as giggles come out of your mouth, hands covering your mouth.

“congratulations!” you exclaim, pulling him in a hug. you knew how much he wanted to work with big hit and now that he is, you were more than proud.

it was a big day for heeseung. he is now a full-time worker in big hit, he finished the song he is to pass as a final requirement. he was happy. although, the hopeless romantic in him never died. when he was younger, he hoped that when he reached everything he would have the love of his life celebrate with him, graduate with him. he was in no rush, but he wanted to finally have the person he would make songs about all the time.

as he sits on your small dining table with wine as you two talk, he catches a spark in your eyes as you talk about how much you know he wants the job. you were so proud of him. you rambled about how happy he is going to be and how happy you were for him. heeseung smiles, looking at you.

it wasn’t a goofy smile. it wasn’t his grin when he finds something funny. it was a smile reserved for something else.

that night, heeseung realized how stupid he was.

you were there right in front of him for so long, but he only saw you after years of trying to find his muse.

“what?” you ask, noticing how silent he was.

he only smiles. “nothing.”

he realized he was in love with you and he saw that you felt the same.

graduation comes, the ceremony ends in a bittersweet manner. you were supposed to get ready for the graduation dinner in the university, but heeseung was pulling you somewhere. your hand in his as you two walk, reaching a meadow. not to mention, you two were still in your togas. heeseung was carrying a backpack though.

when you two reach a tree, heeseung softly lets go of your hand with a lingering touch as he takes his bag off his back, opening it and taking out a blanket. you help him lay it out on the ground. heeseung proceeds to take out a bunch of food and a bottle of wine and two glasses. you giggle.

“ooh, having a picnic with heeseung.” you giddily say.

“no, love.” he catches you off-guard with the nickname. you look at him, confused. “we’re having our first date.”

you look at him and he only smiles. “did you ask me on a date?” you ask, dumbfounded. you probably forgot since your schedule was hectic lately.

heeseung laughs, shaking his head. “i thought it was cute,” he says. “i had some realizations and one of them being i should have been with you all along. you always treated me right and i always gravitated towards you. you were right in front of me all along and i…” he shrugs. “so, if it’s not too late yet, will you accept?”

you smile, taking one glass from heeseung’s hand and he opens the bottle as he pours the glasses in half. “happy first date.” you say with a smile, raising your glass and heeseung softly clinks his glass against yours.

years passed by, heeseung never thought he would be this happy. he was having a bad day at work, but you were there for him. he was curled up against you, head on your chest as he started to feel light. “hee, it was a mistake. you’re inevitable to make a mistake, you’re human.” you say, playing with his hair as he closes his eyes.

“i will never get how you manage to choose me everyday even though i’m not perfect.” heeseung mutters and you kiss his head.

“because you’re real.” you answer.

“i know, i’m real. i’m not pinocchio.” heeseung mumbles against your chest as he turns his head and you laugh.

“come on,” you say. “you know what i mean. when a person is perfect, they’re not real, hee. you have your flaws, and i love you in spite of them. it makes you real, transparent. no secrets from me.”

“i love you, y/n. i really do.” heeseung says, lifting his head as he towers above you, pressing his lips against yours. the rest of the night pass by, positions have changed as you were now the one laying on heeseung’s chest, his arm under your neck as his hand was holding yours. it was already five thirty in the morning, but heeseung couldn’t sleep.

there are a lot of times when he wouldn’t sleep and just soak up the feeling that you were the one he gets to sleep and wake up with. heeseung softly intertwines his fingers with yours, raising it so he can see your hands hold together. the soft rays of the sun slowly entered the room and heeseung could see himself putting a ring on your finger soon. he puts your intertwined hands down, pressing a kiss on your head as he closed his eyes, feeling content with everything.

you are his everyday and he is yours.

— likes, comments/feedbacks, and rbs are highly appreciated !!

#crying ?? i did this in one hour ?????#enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #heeseung imagines #heeseung scenarios #heeseung x reader #heeseung fluff

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pyotrkochetkov · 2 years

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i absolutely love the long post you made about Svech like it’s so sweet and dedicated! I was just curious to see if you had a 🌶 thoughts list about him tho cause u know Svech thirst is lacking on here. Mwa 😘

oh i seeeeee well i might have some thoughts 👀

his love languages are by far physical touch and gift giving these are not up for discussion

he grew up with nothing, knows what it's like to have nothing, and wants to give his loved ones EVERYTHING he didn't have and that they deserve

sends you flowers or chocolates randomly at work or brings you your favorite coffee on the way back from practice

those you are happy to accept

but him springing any lavish gifts or jewelry (a chain with his number on it thanks) or surprise trips on you had you a little unsure

didn't want him to think that's all you're with him for because it isn't AT ALL which you assure him of all the time

but you see how important it is to him/how happy it makes him to give you nice things

and you would do anything to see that dimpled grin of his <3

he loves touching you at any and all times, can never get enough of you

tiny gentle kisses, deep nasty tongue kissing, hugs, holding your small hand in his huge one, giving you piggybacks around the apartment, tucking you into his side when you're in public

something as innocent as coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist as he places soft kisses on your neck while you're making your morning coffee

or laying his head in your lap while you lay on the couch watching a movie and play with his hair

loves pulling you against his chest as you sleep, arm slung around your waist and the way you fit against his big body

you love it too even though his skin is so hot he's like a human furnace

and he wouldn't admit this to anyone else but sometimes he loves being the little spoon as you're curled up in bed (thanks for that one @suitandtys)

or just going out to the bar with the guys but he insists you sit on HIS lap as he massages small circles into the gap of skin peeking out between your shirt and jeans or kissing your shoulder

NOT above giving your ass a squeeze with a cheeky grin just because he can

oh and if you're wearing a skirt??? loves letting his hands wander to your inner thigh, dangerously close to where you need him most

he also strikes me as a huge boob guy

loves the way they fit in his hands and i'm not saying he can make you cum just by sucking on and playing with your nipples but that's exactly what i'm saying

OBSESSED WITH MARKING YOU UP AND VISE VERSA

loves sucking hickeys into your skin anywhere he can, neck, chest, stomach, inner thighs and having his fingers bruise your hips as he drives into you so that when you look at them later you know just who did that to you

but he also loves when your nails dig into his shoulder leaving little crescents or having them rake down his back

oof and if you draw blood he loves that even more

loves when the guys chirp him at practice seeing his back all torn up "svechy got himself a pretty kitty"

major pleasure dom vibes with this one

your pleasure is his top priority

loves being the one in control even when you're on top

maybe i'm just a whore for a chain but i want to yank his cross as i ride him so bad

but his absolute favorite thing in the world is the blissed out look on your face as he makes you cum whether that's with his fingers, tongue or cock

his stamina is insane and he has a VERY high sex drive

THOSE FINGERS HAVE YOU SEEN HOW THICK THEY ARE

the thought of even taking three of those is intimidating as hell

loves holding you down and maybe tying you up and MAKING you take his fingers while he makes you watch them disappear inside of you

loves edging you and overstimulating you because he is a freaky little tease

nothing compares to the feeling of fucking and feeling you bare for him though

he is a big boy yes we know this

he's so mesmerized every time he watches you stretch around his cock as you take every inch of him

SIZE KINK AND PRAISE KINK

he loves hearing how big he is and how deep he feels. kissing your cheek as he tells you how you're "doing so good for me baby" or "taking me so good"

cocky as hell too

"never had anyone as big as me, no?"

often uses his size to crowd you and fuck you from behind

loves hearing you moan his name, yes the thought of calling him drei does make me weak in the knees every time

but yeah his fucking voice, all deep and rumbly and accented... i could listen to him all day or read a fucking grocery list it's just so damn sexy

loves to dirty talk

i have it in my head that he is extremely loud in bed (thank you to the hallway videos)

can't help but pant, moan and groan about how good your mouth or pussy feels fluttering around him and how perfect you are to him

sometimes gets so overwhelmed by the pleasure he feels that he slips into russian and you don't really understand but know it must be something nasty

makes you cum so many times you're ready to pass out

some sick part inside of him actually enjoys watching your eyes water as he pushes you to the brink

huge fan of grabbing you by the jaw or squeezing your throat as he spits into your mouth

loves cumming anywhere, inside of you, on your chest, on your face, he just loves marking you as his

maybe he even likes playing with your cum and pushing it back inside of you so you don't waste a single drop of him

but he is always so attentive to you and gentle afterwards

leaving soft little kisses on your skin as he cleans you up, assuring you how good you did for him, bringing you something to drink, massaging lotion onto your bruises, running a bath for you and holding you with your back against his chest kissing just below your ear murmuring deeply how amazing you are as you both wind down

if you comment how sore you are or how you can barely walk? that's the goal

carries you around everywhere with your legs wrapped around his waist like his little koala bear while rubbing your back

touch is so important to him that i KNOW he's into cockwarming

he has the self discipline to not want to fuck into you, and also the masochism of it all at the same time? pushing himself to the brink of torture is nothing new for him

loves the way you feel around him and you love the fullness of him

this feels closer than close and he never wants there to be any space between you two

he's young and adventurous and open to trying lots of things

he'd be very down for semi-public sex

loves the thrill and possibility of getting caught

fucking you while you're wearing his jersey seeing his name & number on your back? a huge turn on for him

bondage? he'd try it

loooves a pregame blowjob

not above fucking your face to take the edge off before a huge game to ease his nerves or anxiety

isn't opposed to ummmm... sharing hehe

also!!! has russian pet names for you of course

often calls you malyshka "baby girl" or solnishka "little sun"

he enjoys teaching you little russian words and phrases

sometimes you try to learn some russian for him on your own to surprise him and it makes him so fucking soft (and horny)

you've picked up enough that you can understand a bit of his conversations facetiming with his brother or something and it's all so very domestic

and you love helping him with his english if he doesn't understand something

comparing hand sizes with him!!!

always doing fun stuff together like going to concerts or trying new restaurants or showing him all of the deliciously unhealthy american food he probably shouldn't be eating during the season but for you he would try anything

he's just an all around insatiable big boy who loves the hell out of you and making sure you know it

#andrei svechnikov #andrei svechnikov imagine #andrei svechnikov smut #HOW DO I TAG THIS LMAO #enjoy this dumpster fire of sin #anonymous #ask

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mzminola · 1 year

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Because something superhero comics, noir, and fanfic all have in common is leaning into soap opera convolutedness, @alexmaybe & I have come up with the Bruce Wayne Spawn Shell Game AU, in which the middle kids are all biologically Bruce’s.

(Dick really is John & Mary Grayson’s, and Damian is Talia’s direct clone.)

No one finds this out until Batman!Bruce & Robin!Damian are fighting a magic user who has heard rumors that Robin is Batman’s son (rumors started by Damian’s not so quiet comments about being The Blood Son). The mage gloats that they’re going to use a “teleport everyone with X trait to me” spell to yank Robin over, and use the disorientation of teleportation to take him hostage. “I will summon Batman’s direct blood descendents! Mwa ha ha ha!”

Cue Damian staying firmly at Bruce’s side, while Cass in street wear with bubble tea, Jason doing gear maintenance, a random college student studying for exams, and Tim in his pajamas pop out of the ether all within a yard of the mage.

The mage regrets their life choices.

Now, how did we get here?

Firstly, during the years Bruce is doing his world tour of Learning Batman Skills while still swinging in and out of Gotham, Bruce is seeking physical activity to make his brain shut up, and also seeking intimacy but keeping too many secrets to let himself actually get close to people, so he is sleeping with Even More People Than In His Batman Years. He remembers condoms but always doesn’t use them perfectly.

Bruce meets Sandra & Carolyn Wu-San at their dojo in Brooklyn. Some time later when David Cain coerces Sandra into reproductive sex, she seeks out every male martial artist she vaguely respected or thought had potential to sleep with them too as a Fuck You to undermine Cain’s scheme without openly breaking their deal.

Bruce has a one-night stand with pre-transition Willis Todd, both of them just giving their first (legal) name, no contact info. Figuring out several months later that he’s pregnant but no clue how to find the other father, Willis, who does want kids someday, weighs the pros and cons of “having trouble making ends meet right now, can I support a kid?” with “everyone says pregnancy would be harder later in transition,” and opts to have Jason now.

Sheila Haywood is either a friend or a bribable hospital worker (or both) who agrees to put her name down as the mom so Willis can legally be his kid’s dad without any complicated paperwork. Willis and Catherine never got around to telling Jason before both of them died. When Jason showed up at the camp thinking Sheila was his bio-mom she rolled with it, figuring she could get details of why he thought that later, and then unfortunately [canon ensued].

It won’t be until the spell incident happens that Bruce puts together one night stand Wilhelmina with Why do the pictures of Willis Todd look kinda familiar? Because he definitely never slept with Catherine or Sheila.

Bruce meets, befriends and sleeps with Janet Drake while going on an archaeological research binge. He’s also still having a lot of random bar and nightclub hook-ups.

Some months later, while Jack is out of town on a business trip, Janet complains to Bruce that Jack really wants a son, but the latest ultrasound shows a female fetus. Janet really doesn’t want to deal with pregnancy ever again, but Jack isn’t open to adoption, and ugh if only Janet could just swap this one for a male infant. It would be so easy to nudge Jack into an archeology dig closer to the due date, he’d never have to know!

(No, neither Bruce nor Janet have thought maybe Bruce got Janet pregnant instead of Jack.)

“You’ve got this knack for finding odd things at just the right moment, Brucie…”

Janet knows it’s a long shot, and dubiously ethical because adoption records exist for good reason, and if they can’t find a baby that works she’ll just have to dig her heels in with Jack against trying for a son, but if Bruce could find a baby…

Bruce makes no promises other than keeping an eye and ear out.

Anyway, Bruce isn’t Batman yet, but he’s home between tutors on his World Tour and venturing into the city in various disguises to learn more about Gotham’s underworld, and getting into trouble. So it is Bruce Wayne with a fresh concussion, not a drunk Brucie, who stumbles into an alley to vomit and finds a baby in a dumpster.

It’s a very full dumpster, one half of the lid broken off. An orange cat (who may or may not be Teekl returning a future favor) is curled around the newborn baby boy. The infant has a shock of hair as dark as Janet’s.

Concussed Bruce walks all the way to the Drake townhouse marveling at the tiny hand gripping his finger so tight.

Janet schedules a C-section. Bruce forges Timothy Jackson Drake’s birth certificate and arranges the adoption of Janet’s daughter by a family in Oregon. He keeps tabs on them over the years, preparing a Wayne Foundation scholarship to the college of her choice someday.

Back to the magic incident: Nightwing and Batwoman were on their way there as back-up when the mage cast the summoning spell, so Dick is able to hug Damian as the kid bluescreens about Not Being The Blood Son.

Bruce awkwardly explains that yes, he ran Damian’s DNA when Talia dropped him off, but when he realized Damian was Talia’s direct clone, he also realized Talia was taking steps to ensure her child escaped the League of Assassins, by attaching him to one of the few people on the planet who can go toe to toe with (and even defeat) her father. Bruce opted to go along with Talia’s choice.

Kate has gotten popcorn from somewhere, munching on it while Bruce desperately thinks back to his Mega Ho Years to figure out how everyone else happened.

Cass is feeling a vindictive sort of smugness about not being David Cain’s bio-kid. He’s still her dad, but he only got part of what he wanted from Shiva.

Jason is pissed at Bruce for not figuring it out earlier, but kinda relieved that Sheila wasn't actually his mom.

The freshman college student from Oregon is really annoyed, she was at study group and she CANNOT fail this class!!! Now she’s on the entire opposite coast???

Tim is having some feelings about how fucking soap opera his origins turn out to be. Bruce slept with his mom Janet, but also she wasn’t his birth mom, he was adopted and no one told him??? Who the heck is his other birth parent??? What were the odds of his apparent bio-parent Bruce being the one to find him??? Wait, was finding baby Tim in a dumpster why younger!Bruce suddenly had Wayne Enterprises put money into improving and proliferating Safe Drop-Off Sites in Gotham???

(He is Not Thinking About his complicated relationship with Jack.)

Tim, when things are just starting to quiet down: “Wait, so does Talia have XY chromosomes, or does Damian have XX? Because I’ve done a lot of of cloning lab work, and—”

Damian: “Don’t talk about my mother’s chromosomes, dumpster baby.”

Tim: >:(

Bruce, very tired: “Damian, don’t call your brother a dumpster baby.”

Damian, indignant: “But you just told us you found him in a dumpster as an infant!”

Freshman college student: “Dude, it’s still fucking rude? Like how would you like being called a test tube baby?”

Damian: /draws sword/

Dick, pushing sword back into sheath: “No drawing weapons on civilians. Or calling Tim rude things. Tim, I think any chromosome questions are Talia and Damian’s personal medical business, so please don’t speculate on them.”

Tim, sarcastically: “Sorry, I forgot medical privacy exists after how you all reacted to the spleen thing.”

Freshman college student: “Spleen thing?”

Tim: “Don’t worry, it’s not genetic. Speaking of, B, you’re gonna have to update, like, all our medical history now.”

Bruce, even more tired: "Hn."

#post contains infant abandonment and reproductive coercion in fiction #fic ideas #that we are making technically plausible within canon for funsies #Min Writes Stuff #with friends!#Bruce Wayne Spawn Shell Game #DC #Batfam #Bruce Wayne #Sandra Wu San #Cassandra Cain #Willis Todd #Jason Todd #Janet Drake #Oregon College Freshman #Random Gothamite #Tim Drake #also mentions of David Cain Catherin Todd Carolyn Wu San Sheila Haywood Jack Drake #guest appearances by Dick Grayson and Kate Kane

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demoiselettes · 1 year

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HELLO I was wondering if I could request some Sanemi cause like-

Y’know

🥰😍😫🥺🙏😋💕💋

So I wanted to request a Sanemi x female reader who is very clumsy?? Like she is always tripping, stumbling, breaking things and making very poor choices like climbing a shelf that is VERY UNSTABLE to reach something high, and Sanemi always has to jump in and save her, leading to him scolding her (gently), but the lil clumsy reader just giggles and Sanemi is just like angry boy mode, slightly blushing at her cute giggles.

I’d like it to be that Sanemi is our husband and we are his wife and we live in his estate.

Drabble or hc you pick <3

I like to give the writers some choices hehe

Btw I saw your request you sent me, I plan on writing it this week, so I won’t ignore it >:3

HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT

I litterally want to grab his face and 💋💋 MWA

Domestic bliss

Pairing: Sanemi x reader

Category: fluff

Warning(s)/note(s): fem! Reader

+ Zubbueeeee 🥹 look how cute he is omgggg and dw take all the time you need on that request, and don’t overwork yourself 💕💗💗💗

« What..the fuck are you doing. »

The ceiling was within reach. Only one step more, and you’d be able to hang the good luck charm above the entrance to your estate. It was perhaps wistful thinking, but you’d been hoping that maybe the Gods would look your way and give your husband the strength needed to remain alive with his job. You were ready to take whatever initiative it would require to keep him well and happy.

You looked back down at Sanemi, who looked like he’d run all the way to where you were perched on the ladder. Behind him, kakushis quivered and for once it was out of concern. You wrinkled your nose at them; you’d told them not to tell Sanemi what you were doing.

“That’s it. Get your pretty ass down before you fall and break your skull.”

You pouted. “I’m not gonna. It’s okay- look, i just need to..” you felt yourself being rocked. You cast your eyes down and shook the ladder slightly, to check its stability.

“[Name]-!” Sanemi ran forward and gripped the foot of the ladder. When he looked up, there was a veil over his eyes. “Fucking get down.”

By an ironic twist of fate, your foot slipped from the bar it was rested on. The kakushis screamed. The world tilted, you suddenly felt light. Then you were falling.

The impact never came though. You were cushioned in his arms before you’d even realized it and he was holding you tight against his chest. The ladder toppled over and landed heavily on the floor, the kakushis recoiled back. You looked up sheepishly, nearly fainting when you saw his expression.

It was that turn-to-stone face he’d mastered and would only show to people who were really about to face hell. The kakushis seemed to get the gist since they very slowly and subtly ran away. You envied them.

When he said nothing for a count of 5, you knew you had to pitch in to at least smother what was to come. “Listen, i’m sor-“

“How many times—“ he shook you violently, like a konpeito satchel. “—have i told you to stay out of trouble?”

You pulled on his uniform, tugging with all your might. “I’m- i’m really-sorry-“

When he set you down, his arm still wrapped around your waist in a grip that told you you wouldn’t be escaping him anytime soon, he pulled on your cheeks. “If the kakushis hadn’t told me what you were up to, you would have fucking fallen.”

“And you were worried, right?” With hopeful eyes, you placed your own hands over his own that were on your face.

« Wha- of course, i mean-« you watched him turn redder by the minute, fumbling for words, trying to deny the undeniable. You knew he cared about you, otherwise you wouldn’t have been tied by the sacred bonds of marriage ever since you took those sake sips. But your husband was a little too.. reticent to admit it.

« You trip on air, [Name]! » he spat out, effectively evading the subject. « Who told you to climb a ladder? »

You opened your fist to show him the charm you’d clutched tightly when you’d fallen. The paper was creased. “I was hoping to hang this over the entrance,” you explained. “It.. it might have protected you.”

You cast your eyes away, cheeks ablaze. “Okay, i know it’s stupid but-“

It was so nice, this ability he had to take you off guard with mere actions that would have you fainting. His lips were pressed against yours. It was light, feathery, skimming over your lips and chasing still.

“I’ll hang it for you,” he announced quietly when he’d pulled away. The charm hung from his hand, you couldn’t even tell when he’d taken it from you.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #nanako’s blues #nemi’s love #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader fluff

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