#i love us and our silly little antics

[vixstarria]

"Where my nice, simple plan fell apart"

This is my take on how Astarion’s romance might have progressed with a silly, chaotic energy bard Tav, who doesn’t really fall for his initial manipulation but rather humours it, throughout Act 1.  

There will be more – I want to flesh this out and write more ‘behind the scenes’ moments, and continue this into Acts 2 and 3 (I’m still only at the beginning of Act 2 as I write this!) 

Astarion x Reader, Astarion x Tav, Astarion x Bard Tav  

Comfort, fluff, budding love, cuddling, humour, no spoilers, non-explicit, light angst 

Approximately 2,000 words. 

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“Let’s find our own little piece of nowhere. Somewhere we can lose ourselves and forget all this madness.” 

“Astarion, you insufferable trollop, what piece of cheap pulp did you fish that line from?!” you squeezed your eyes shut, pinching the bridge of your nose. “No, wait, let me guess... Madame Scarlett?” 

You watched his face turn from indignation to irritation, to finally settle in a resigned amusement, in a rapid succession.  

“My, a fellow connoisseur of the vulgar arts? The Madame’s been dead and out of print for over a century. But yes.” 

“A professional interest – a bard must be able to entertain all kinds of audiences, with all kinds of material” 

“And would you indulge me with your expertise tonight? But I do much prefer show to tell...”.  

This was the beginning. You did end up sleeping with him that night, despite his initial soppy attempt at seduction. And then it happened again another night. And then it kept happening... 

You tried to be discreet about it at first, but of course it wasn’t long before the other members of your party noticed your nightly disappearances, and there was no point trying to conceal it.  

You were vexed by their reactions – just about everyone found it necessary to at one point pull you aside and express their concerns about the vampire, asking you to be careful. This was, perhaps, justifiable – Astarion was admittedly quite stab-happy and had an inclination for bloodthirst (literally and figuratively). But he was on your side! And damned if you needed anyone’s approval for your choices in whom to bed! 

By that point you and Astarion had turned the cliched language of poorly written erotica novels into an inside joke. Casually addressing each other in increasingly mawkish and over-elaborate terms had turned into a game. Once the secret of your escapades was out, you weaponised this game, turning it to deliberately exasperate everyone around you with your antics. 

With your shared penchant for dramatic flair the two of you became utterly insufferable.  

You would shout corny names at each other across camp: 

“Oh precious, it’s your turn to set up the campfire! And no, I don’t care that you won’t be eating with us” you called out as the group stopped for the day to set up camp, but no answer followed. “My silver lynx..? Starry?? Snickerdoodle??” 

“Your snickerdoodle wandered off to slaughter another bear!” came an exasperated shout from Wyll. 

Strangers weren’t safe from your hijinks either:  

“My sun, my beating heart, flame of my loins, ache of my head. All my riches, at your feet”, he declaimed to you in front of a confused and embarrassed vendor, as he rummaged through and shook out his pockets and sleeves, spilling an assortment of semi-precious gems, silver cutlery and somehow even an entire silver tray, pilfered from an abandoned manor you came across earlier. 

Just to make the others uncomfortable, you would unceremoniously plop into Astarion’s lap at any given opportunity, including in your morning meetings to establish your itinerary for the day.  

One evening, as you all sat around the campfire to enjoy a shared meal, Astarion (who would ordinarily stay away during this time, or sit nearby with a book) sank down next to you, lifted your hand towards his mouth, and nonchalantly sank his fangs into your wrist and began to suck, slurping.  

“Oh, so I can’t enjoy a nice meal with everyone else, and have to be excluded? Bigots, the lot of you!” he chided, your blood dripping from his lips, to the sound of everyone’s shouts of shocked revulsion. Surprisingly, this was the closest you’d ever seen Lae’zel come to laughing.  

(You and Astarion had arranged this prior, of course. Ever the gentleman, he always asked before he bit.) 

Another night, as you were having a quiet chat with Shadowheart at her tent, while everyone else lounged at the fire, she asked: “So what is it like with him, really..? How is he?” 

Suddenly finding yourself abashed by this genuinely intimate question, you covered it up with pomp and bravado. Winking at Shadowheart, you stood up, threw your head back and began to orate, making sure your thundering voice would be heard by the fire, which you had been separated from by a distance and some bushes: 

“HIS MAGESTIC MANHOOD, WHEN UNSHEATHED, IS AN OBELISC OF MASCULINITY AND GLORY. IT IS A WONDER BIRDS DON’T CRASH INTO IT WHEN IT IS FULLY E- Ow! Who threw that?!” 

A projectile salami from your camp supplies came flying from behind the bushes, and slammed into the side of your face.  

All hell was breaking loose back at the campfire, as Wyll, Gale and a smug Astarion convulsed and shouted through poorly concealed laughter, blaming each other for the missile, as Karlach shook in hysterics and Lae’zel complimented the mystery thrower’s accuracy.  

Gale did look more sheepish than the rest once you started to develop a black eye from the impact, promptly healed by Shadowheart.  

What was it like with him? 

Despite the flowery epithets and exaggerated displays of affection you awarded each other in public, in private you had a mutual understanding that it was all frivolous, no strings play. You had a parasite that could turn you into a mind flayer at any given moment, twisting in your brain. Every day bore violent encounters. Since the nautiloid crash, you hadn’t gone a single day without something trying to murder you. You didn’t want to have to worry about anything other than survival, and you took life day by day. Distractions were welcome, but actual romantic attachment would be a burden, you told yourself. 

You thought of it as being friends with extended benefits.  

You let him feed (well, snack, really) on you, of course. It wasn’t sexual, not since the first night. He used your wrist, so as not to be overwhelmed by the blood flow. He ended the sessions by healing you himself, assisted by a magical trinket he’d picked up somewhere on your journey. You made sure not to let Gale get his hands on that one.  

In battles his arrows always picked off foes in your immediate vicinity, before they were directed to other targets. You’ve yelled at him for this, saying you were more than capable of holding your own, whilst you’d lost count of the revivify scrolls you’ve spent on Gale.  

“Yes, well, the way the man goes on about his ‘natural talents’ and ‘mastery of the weave’, you’d think he’d put that big wise brain of his to developing a strategy for not getting stabbed so often” - Astarion rolled his eyes. “I’m just encouraging him to improve, really. And besides”, his eyes narrowed, “only I’m allowed to spill your blood, darling”. You frowned at that last bit, as he flashed you a sweet and almost innocent smile, and stalked off.   

As for the other ‘benefits’ - the sex was intricate, if somewhat mechanic, almost too skillful on his behalf. Wanting more passion than efficiency, you eventually asked him to talk dirty to you. That made it nearly too intense for you to handle, and seemed to keep him more... personally engaged. During daytime you had to force yourself not to get caught up in flashbacks of his red eyes watching you writhe as he described what he was doing to you, what he was going to do to you, or how you looked while he worked your body. 

The night that you, wanting to reciprocate, asked him exactly how he wanted to be pleasured and what he liked was a fiasco. You didn’t understand why. First he said something about being able to please you being his greatest reward and satisfaction (which you immediately shut down). Then he grew flustered and irritated, becoming uncharacteristically at a loss for words. You tried to divert the conversation, but the mood was unsalvageably ruined.  

There was one takeaway from that debacle, however. After abandoning the idea of sex for the night, you laid next to each other, talking about nothing in particular: Baldur’s Gate, places you were both familiar with, comforts you were looking forward to having again. At one point he looked at his jacket, which you’d been lying on, and lamented that he couldn’t find any gold thread to fix the embroidery. You laughed and rolled over to give him a hug, and simply never let go. He wordlessly pulled you closer once it was clear you had no intention of leaving. That was the first time that you fell asleep and slept through the night in his arms. 

This became somewhat of a ritual, or another game with unspoken rules. Once you were done with each other, you’d pretend to quickly fall asleep with your face nested in the crook of his neck, or to otherwise be too exhausted to get up and make way to your own tent or bedroll. He pretended not to notice the regularity with which this was happening. You pretended not to notice the soft kisses he started leaving on your neck or forehead once he thought you were really asleep. It seemed... important, somehow, that you both pointedly refused to acknowledge any of it. You sensed that otherwise a certain line would be crossed. 

Last night, you were too exhausted to even think of anything but sleep by the time everyone started turning in for the night. Yet rest wasn’t even on the horizon for you – you remembered that you’d neglected to clean your weapons and carry out the well overdue maintenance on your equipment, which you did not allow anyone else to touch even when offered. You were planning to venture into the shadow-cursed lands the following day. You couldn’t afford to be sloppy. You begrudgingly set about your tasks. Astarion was as tired as everyone else, you figured it was needless to say you’d spend the night apart. And yet...  

“I guess I finally get my bedroll all to myself tonight, how delightful” you heard behind you. “No one to wrap themselves around me, no one nuzzling into my neck... Only free, undisturbed personal space” You heard a hint of dejection beneath the sarcasm, and something in your stomach flipped, giving you pause.  

“I’ll come back for a cuddle if you say please” you murmured over your shoulder. 

“Never!” he rasped in a perfect imitation of Lae’zel when you asked the same of her before freeing her from a tiefling cage, and disappeared into his tent. 

Over an hour later, as you collapsed into your own bedroll, you saw a pair of red eyes staring at you from across the camp, tent flap ajar. You held Astarion’s gaze.  

“Please”, he mouthed soundlessly, smiling as he lifted the edge of his blanket.  

Within moments, you slipped into his embrace, pressing your lips against his. But his kisses were gentle and feather light, lacking the usual persistent neediness.  

You pulled away from him, locking eyes as he softly ran his hand down your cheek, brushing your lower lip with his thumb. 

“Gods, you’re beautiful” he breathed. 

That night he fell asleep with his head against your chest, listening to the sound of your heartbeat.  

Your breath caught in a silent sob as you were overwhelmed by a bittersweet realization of how much you really stood to lose if you failed in the journey still ahead of you. You didn’t think you’d ever felt happier or more miserable before in your life, as you hugged him tighter. 

~~~~~

Next in series

AO3

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[tender-rosiey]

panic — gojo satoru x gn!reader

a bright and sunny day it is, one of a kind and so is gojo’s state which is hilarious to geto.

gojo, all-time limitless sorcerer, one of the strongest to exist, and the most confident person on earth, is currently panicking and it has been going on for quite the while.

“suguru, I am serious! I think I have a problem or something!”

geto chuckles while eating his soba, “do tell me more.”

“so when y/n passes by I feel like my stomach is just twirling around itself or like there is stuff moving inside! I feel my breath hitch and I can’t help staring—”

geto, humored, nods for his best friend to continue, “—and I feel my heart beating so fast, it’s worrying. I talked about it to shoko, but she just gave me the stank eye and left!”

geto smiles. that does sound like something she would do, unlike him, she has no patience for satoru’s oblivious ass, “is there anything else?”

satoru frowns at his best friend, deeply troubled, “you’re not taking this seriously, are you?”

“I mean semi-seriously, honestly. It’s dumb that you can’t tell what you’re feeling,” geto notes and satoru huffs, annoyed.

geto flutters his eyelashes and talks in a higher voice, “is little mister gojo that foreign to love?”

satoru’s cheeks are a soft pink as he protests, “I know love very much, thanks! In fact, I have received it a lot!”

“satoru.”

“what now?”

“if I told you that I get butterflies in my stomach whenever I am around someone and that they make my heart beat so fast and that I can’t help but get lost in their beauty, what would you say?”

“you’re in love, obviously.”

geto merely smirks.

it takes a few moments before satoru’s eyes widen slightly in realization, but he doesn’t get to react further to the revelation as he hears your voice, “satoru, hey!”

he sees you waving from afar and waves back at you with a (not so) relaxed smile. he hurriedly turns to suguru and whisper-yells, “does my breath stink?”

geto smiles and nods eagerly.

satoru’s face turns pale as he looks around for anything to solve his terrible dilemma.

he finds none.

you tap his shoulder.

oh no.

“how are you today?” you ask.

satoru covers his mouth with both hands and replies with a muffled, “more than perfect!”

you giggle at his silly antics, already used to them, “why are you covering your mouth then?”

geto pops up from behind him, “the thing is—“ he smirks at satoru, “he got hit with a curse and now his mouth looks absolutely disgusting. you wouldn’t want to see it.”

satoru glares at geto and before he curses him out, you speak up.

“I don’t think it would be that bad. plus I don’t think satoru ever looks bad,” you smile at satoru and he feels like the sun has blessed him with pure rays of sunshine.

you feel someone wrap their arm around your shoulder; it’s shoko, “let me tell you more about the curse satoru was hit with.”

the devil is here, satoru laments; he is done for.

she whispers in your ears all the symptoms of little mister gojo then pulls back with a smirk, “all of that because our cute little kouhai named y/n.”

you take a moment to organize your thoughts and you, seemingly heartbroken, look at satoru—who’s fighting with suguru—, “you think I am a curse?”

he throws the laughing suguru away and looks at you, “what?! no! you are the most beautiful i have ever seen! are you dumb?!”

geto whistles encouragingly and shoko claps.

satoru pouts then he looks at you, taking a deep breath. “well, the cat’s out of the bag!” he beams and walks just a little closer.

he is back to being confident, no longer flustered and unable to form proper words, but there is no denying the way his cheeks are rosier than usual.

“I like you, y/n.”

you laugh and he splutters, shocked, “I just confessed to you and you’re laughing?!”

“I already knew that, though.”

all three of them turn to you, “HUH?!”

shoko speaks up, “and you let me suffer THROUGH HIS CLUELESS RANTS?!”

“why didn’t you say anything?” geto asks, ignoring the shoko who’s pitying herself for all the times she had to listen to gojo indirectly ranting about how beautiful you look, every. SINGLE. DAY.

satoru is sat on the ground, surprisingly silent, and trying to figure out just what to do with himself.

you sit on the ground in front of him, “first of all, you were pretty obvious like ‘omg she is here; I gotta act cool’ type of obvious.”

satoru rolls his eyes at you, but you continue while pinching his cheek, “and you mumbled it in your sleep more than once.”

“wow, when your unconscious mind knows about your feelings more than your conscious one,” geto muses, “shoko, you should write about this experiment, you will earn a ton.”

“already ahead of you, “ shoko mumbles as she scribbles in her notebook.

a frown finds its place on satoru’s lips as he half-heartedly glares at you, gently swatting your hand away, “I don’t like you anymore.”

you press a soft kiss to his cheek and it catches him by surprise, “too bad I guess and I had so much affection to give too!”

satoru looks at you for a moment before clutching his chest dramatically, “AH! I’ve been defeated by your love!” he says as he comically falls on your lap.

he awaits a reaction and he does get plenty, just not what he wants.

geto smirks, “oh finally, he’s dead.”

“oh my god, let’s take a photo!”, shoko smiles.

“y/n, they’re bullying me!”

you frown, “aw man, you’re alive again.”

“babe?!” satoru screams betrayed.

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[vacayisland]

Hiii I saw that you were still doing requests so I was wondering if you could do a John Dory x Reader van life fanfic?

I dont have anything particular to ask for just a little story of how it would be like to live with JD in Rhonda and have a simple life after all of the events that happened with Floyd and stuff :)

@!; "Put on Pants!" John Dory / Reader

"Summary"! You love JD, you really do... but at this point, you're about two seconds from slapping his pants in his face if he won't put them on!... and this is exactly how your mornings always start with your husband <3 "Tags"! Fluff and a dumb plot I made with my friend for a goofy story. Also I'm very very sleepy while writing this <3 I was also being silly, I need to have fun writing <3 @writergal02 @chamille-trash @valvalentine69 @starzwithapen

@!; You loved John Dory, you really did. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have married him all those years ago, if you didn’t you wouldn’t have put up with his weird antics or his little shenanigans, if you didn’t you wouldn’t have left your old life behind to start a new one with him, if you didn’t you wouldn’t be here right now arguing about him and his pants! It was a very odd argument, not even an argument more like a back and forth bicker, about John Dory refusing to wear his pants inside of the house. Not only not his pants, but his shirt as well! Now, granted, you understood where he came from. It’s his house as well, you both lived in Rhonda after all, and he did live here first, but you also lived here! And not to get you wrong, you could stare at the site of your husband, nearly, butt naked for hours on end yet… there comes to a point where the pants need to go on. If no one is coming over, JD is walking around in nothing other than his boxers and goggles. Sure he’ll put on pants and the vest you got him if he has to go out. But as soon as he gets home? Somehow all of that disappears and he’s left in his boxers, which both baffles and amazes you. How he even manages to basically strip that fast, you aren’t even sure. All you know is that you’re slightly fed up with seeing him in boxers for a majority of your day.

“Babe,” You tried explaining to JD without laughing, knowing this was just plain ridiculous. Though, seeing as your husband just walked out of your shared room for the umteenth time in nothing but boxers, you had to bring it up. Again. “You need to put on pants, you can’t just walk out here in boxers! We have a window. Multiple windows! And none of them are tinted.” “Our house.” Was the only grumble you got from your half-asleep husband, who was brushing his teeth all the while trying to make coffee. He wasn’t actually exactly brushing his teeth, as the toothbrush hung from his mouth, likely forgotten as JD began to warm the cafetera on the stop top. It was also hard to keep a straight face when JD was wearing his red heart boxers, “Ay dios mio, John Dory! Put on your damn pants, no one wants to see your nearly naked ass walking around our camper! Por favor.” You pleaded, slips of giggles escaped your lips as you tried to calm your giggles by rubbing your face. But it was truly no use when you glanced back up at your husband. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, and the widest smirk on his face. He looked a little goofy, seeing as his toothbrush was still hanging out of his mouth, but you could tell what his next words were. It was going to be a quip, a flirtatious one of that. It was one he usually used to end this pants conversation, knowing it got you flustered or flabbergasted or just plain over him enough to stop your pursuit. You loved JD so much, but whenever he says: “Aw come on babe, you know you love the sight,” You wanted to strangle him! “I would love the sight even more if my husband would put on his damn pants!” You shot back, not being able to contain your laughter as JD began to playfully wiggle his eyebrows at you. With a shake of your head, you covered your face in your hands and sunk down on the couch melodramatically. God this man is going to be the death of you and he knew it.

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[ramblingoak]

Pancake Breakfast

Copia x Reader ~ The smell of Copia cooking in the kitchen rouses you out of sleep

Warnings: None, this is just something silly I wrote to fight the Monday Sads, gender neutral reader, sfw, 670 words

The delicious smell coming in from the kitchen woke you up.

You took a moment to burrow deeper into Copia's bed. His duvet enveloping you in a warm cocoon you didn't really want to leave. It didn't smell so bad in here either. Traces of his cologne lingered on his pillow and you pulled it to your face, inhaling the scent of the man you loved deeply. If it wasn't for your growling stomach you would have stayed there longer.

Pancakes, more specifically, Copia's pancakes were your favorite.

Donning an old band t-shirt of Copia's and some fuzzy socks you quickly slipped out of his bedroom and made your way down the hallway. You could hear him puttering around in the kitchen, pots being moved on the stove and cabinet doors being opened. He was singing too, some ABBA song that you were sure had him wobbling his ass around his small kitchen.

Once you got in sight of him you had to cover your mouth to stifle your laughter. Wobbling wasn't even the half of it. Copia was doing a full on dance routine in just his old red sweatpants. You watched him in secret until you started feeling guilty but it took the sight of him flipping something in a pan for you to remember why you left his bed to begin with.

You quietly entered the kitchen, taking a seat at his small table that was covered in small bowls of various fruits. The blueberries were too tempting and you were in the process of grabbing a handful when Copia turned and shouted out in alarm before dropping the frying pan.

"Satan's balls! When did you get in here?"

"Somewhere around the second chorus of 'Take A Chance On Me'." Copia's cheeks turned red and while continuing to tease him was tempting instead you got up and pressed kisses along the red skin. "Have I ever told you how cute you are?"

"Hmm, not since last night."

He grinned, leaning in quickly to kiss your lips before kneeling down to pick up his pan.

"So what did I do to deserve pancakes?" You raised an eyebrow when Copia froze briefly. He cleared his throat and quickly turned with the pan to set it on the stove. "What?"

"Niente, let me make you a new batch."

"Don't worry, if they didn't touch the floor they'll be...fine." You moved to stand next to him while you tried to reassure him but now it was your turn to freeze when you saw the size of the pancakes. "Why are they so small?"

Copia winced when you looked back to the table, taking in all the little bowls of fruit and finally noticing the small colorful dishes carefully set out. Dishes that looked suspiciously like those he used for his...

"Did you make pancakes for your rats?!" He was pouting, refusing to meet your eyes when you looked back at him. "Really?"

"I uh, I wanted to make them breakfast."

"A pancake breakfast." He nodded once, grabbing the spatula and scooping out the perfectly made rat-sized pancakes. You let out a little laugh, reaching up to ruffle his salt and pepper hair before planting a kiss to his bare shoulder. "I love you, Copia."

"Tsk, you just want my pancakes."

"Yes but human sized ones for me, please." He yelped when you smacked his ass and you quickly moved out of the way when he tried to grab you. "Keep cooking! I'll go get your rats."

"Our rats."

You shot him a grin before heading out to the living room where you could already hear the rats busy in their cage. Behind you Copia started back in on his song and you couldn't help but look back at him. At the same moment he spun around, his spatula pointed your way as he sang along with the song.

"'Cause I love you so!"

You snorted, shaking your head at his antics. A pancake breakfast for rats.

Lucifer, you loved this man so much.

~~ This is kind of a spiritual sequel to Them Rats if you wanted to check that out 💙 ~~

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[withacapitalp]

Hurricane Joy

Written for the STWG Daily Prompt "applesauce". This is just a little snippet of a universe where Steve's parents left him with a little half sister, and he and Eddie are dancing around some feelingsssss

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“Joy, I’ll pay you five bucks to eat. You want five bucks? You can do so many things with five bucks!” 

“Careful there, Harrington. Don’t all those parenting books say bargaining with children develops bad habits?” Eddie asked as he entered the kitchen, finding Steve sitting in front of Joy with applesauce absolutely covering both of their faces. 

“They’ve never had to take on Hurricane Joy and the applesauce of doom,” Steve groaned, pouting in Eddie’s direction as he walked further into the room, pausing to pat Steve on the back as he approached the two. 

“So how is our baby bean today?” Eddie asked, pressing an exaggerated kiss to the top of Joy’s head and listening to her squeal in glee as he did. 

Sure, she had been named after Joyce, but a part of Eddie was honestly convinced that Joy had heard her name once and then made it her mission to live up to it every single second of the day. Even her epic meltdown moments ended up being funny to watch. 

“Well she’s happy as a clam, but breakfast has taken,” Steve paused to look at his watch, sighing and shaking his head when he saw the time, “Over an hour. Applesauce is my enemy, Eds, I swear to god it is.” 

“Well maybe if you stop making faces at her it would go faster,” Eddie suggested, barely holding back his laughter as Steve gave him the world’s bitchiest look before turning back to Joy with renewed vigor. 

“I’m not making faces,” Steve said, continuing to make weird faces at the baby as he tried and failed to spoon applesauce into her mouth. Joy cooed at her brother’s antics, smiling a bright gummy smile as the applesauce dribbled out of her mouth. 

“C’mon, Joy, work with me,” Steve begged, holding out the spoon, “Don’t you love me? Don’t you want me to be happy?” 

Joy burbled, grabbing at the spoon and trying to yank it out of Steve’s grip, flinging applesauce everywhere as she did. Eddie dodged the bit that had been heading for his hair, trying not to burst into laughter as he watched a glob land directly in the middle of Steve’s forehead. 

“Maybe her favorite babysitter should give it a shot?” Eddie offered, trying to act like he wasn’t dying from laughter inside. Most of the time Steve took things fine, but Eddie knew there was a deeply hidden part of his best friend that took every single ‘failure’ as even more evidence he wasn’t cut out to raise his half-sister on his own. 

“Her favorite babysitter is Wayne and you know it,” Steve said with a sigh, voluntarily releasing the spoon and walking over to the sink to wash himself off. 

“Yes, but Wayne was the one who used to get me to eat when I was in silly moods too,” Eddie replied, unable to keep from changing his tone to complete babytalk as he sat in front of Joy. It was just impossible to not want to make those chubby cheeks turn up into a big grin, “Yes he was. I was a silly boy just like you’re a silly silly girl!” 

Joy wiggled in her high chair, slapping her hands down on the tray table as she babbled. 

“And how exactly did he do that?” Steve asked dryly, wiping his face on a clean washcloth and tossing it over his shoulder as he leaned against the sink. 

“Usually with pliers and a crowbar,” Eddie immediately shot back. 

He waited for a few seconds, watching Steve get paler and paler until he was forced to put the man out of his misery. 

“Kidding! Geez, Stevie, lighten up.”

“Sorry I guess I’m just nervous,” Steve said, flapping a hand as he walked closer, reaching down with the washcloth to clean up Joy’s face, “Since it’s the first time…”

He trailed off with a sigh, avoiding eye contact with Eddie and focusing on Joy. Completely unaware, she looked up at her brother, sticking her tongue out and cackling to herself as she did. 

She truly was the world’s cutest baby, but Eddie had someone equally cute he needed to focus his attention on. 

“Everything’s fine now, I promise.” Eddie said, putting down the cup and spoon and coaxing Steve into a hug. He held Steve tight, feeling the other boy clinging on just as hard, burrowing his face into Eddie’s shoulder as he released the tension that had been holding him hostage since the moment Eddie walked in.

It made sense that Steve was so frazzled. This was the first time he was leaving Joy home without him.  

“You’ll go to your shift, you’ll come home with a VHS, we’ll put the baby down, and we’ll celebrate, just you and me” Eddie said, laying the day out in easy to follow steps and hoping that would ease some of Steve’s anxiety, “Me and Joy will stay here the whole day. The only place we’ll go is in the backyard, and I’ll make sure she wears a jacket and shoes if we do,” 

“Starting to sound pretty domestic there Munson,” Steve mumbled, but Eddie could hear the smile on his lips. 

“I’m a regular Lucy Ricardo,” Eddie declared, pulling away from Steve and gently pushing him towards the door, “Now shoo. Go bring home the bacon, Big Daddy.” 

Steve turned red in a second, even the tips of his ears burning a dusty rouge as he shoved Eddie away and spluttered for something to say. It was a lot harder for Steve to think of snappy comebacks now that he had implemented a no cursing rule in the house, and Eddie was planning on taking advantage of that in every way he could. 

Joy was amazing for everything she did, even the unintentional things. 

“I love you, baby. I’ll be home soon. You be a good girl for Eddie,” Steve crooned, giving Joy a thousand kisses before he turned to leave, pausing for a second before walking back over and pressing a firm kiss to Eddie’s cheek. 

“Be home at five, Darling. You better have dinner in the oven and waiting,” Steve ordered, flashing Eddie a tricky little grin before he disappeared out the door. Eddie blinked rapidly at the air in front of him, as if he could will Steve back into existence so he could demand to know exactly what the fuck had just happened. 

“Your brother’s trying to kill me, Joy.” Eddie moaned, hiding his face behind his hair as Joy continued to shout nonsense words in his direction

#steve harrington #stranger things #st #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steddie #st drabble #steve and eddie #Joy Munson #stwgdailyprompt

[dellalyra]

a scenario: where tsumikis schoolmate says shes going to have a little brother, and then she hints at the reader and gojo like "those baby clothes are cute" or "that baby is so cute" and gojo and reader are like this😐😐🤔

A/N: this was ADORABLE I just had to write headcanons oh my GOD.

• Tsumiki comes home from school one day and she’s acting… cagey. No cagey isn’t right. She’s being suspicious either way.

• She tells you that she and Megumi are going to stay at Aunty Koko’s this Saturday night, and you don’t remember planning a sleepover for them? Did you forget?

• She ensures you that you didn’t, she just wants to and then she’s telling Gojo that he should take you to dinner on Saturday night. He blinks owlishly and glances at you, to which you shrug – you’ve no idea where this weird behaviour is coming from. But she’s 13, and kids that age are weird.

• Satoru does as suggested and you both have a lovely evening and dinner then you return home to be ploughed right into the mattress – the perfect evening.

• Things continue as normal for a few days after that, then Tsumiki is sitting beside you as you both get your nails done and she keeps showing you videos on her phone of sweet babies – tiny little things – even one dressed as a little bear. You giggle and coo at them with her, not even thinking twice about them, little girls love cute things – and what’s cuter than a sweet, pudgy baby?

• A few days later, she dragged a box from the loft and it was full of you and Satoru’s baby photos – a tiny blu-eyed, white haired boy in professional photos and ones of baby you sitting in a field of flowers taken on a film camera by your mom, she keeps handing Satoru the photos of you and you the ones of him.

• She calls you in one day to her room, saying she needs help with her science homework – and shows you a notebook you know isn’t her school one filled with 4x4 boxes she’s drawn out. She explains it’s about genetics and can predict the genes of a baby.

• “So let’s use you and papa as our experiment!”

• She proceeds to explain to you (weren’t you helping her) what you and Satoru’s offspring might look like.

• By now you’re catching on.

• That night you and Satoru are laying in bed, and you fill him in on your theories about her antics lately.

• “So she wants a baby sibling? Isn’t Megs enough for her?” He laughs.

• “No, she wants a real child, not one who acts like a 70-year-old man.”

• “What about you?”

• “Do I want a sibling? No – my brothers enough for me thank you ‘toru.”

• “No, dumbass. Do you want a baby?”

• “With you?”

• “No with Nanamin – yes with me!”

• “You know I do, silly man. I thought we said we’d wait until my IUD was out. I’ve only 2 years left until I get it out. Then we could just, continue as we are and see what happens?”

• “That’s a perfect idea – think we should get some practice in though, so we can get it right.”

• The next incident came when she was watching you get ready one morning, putting on your make up.

• “Mama, where do you keep your pill?”

• “I don’t take the pill, ‘Miki. I have an IUD.”

• “The the inside one, right?” She asks, slightly crestfallen.

• As you were shopping that day, the boys off somewhere – you took Tsumiki to the clothes stores with you. She snuck up to you, and handed you a little bundle of yellow fabric. It was a tiny newborn sized Winnie the Pooh onesie.

• “This might be a bit small for you, ‘Miki.” You joked.

• “Not for me! I just thought I’d show you! Isn’t it adorable?” Then she passes you tiny green socks and a red and white mushroom design sun cap for babies.

• “You trying to tell me something, sweet girl?” You smile at her, one brow raised.

• She blushes, knowing she’s been caught. Her subtle tricks hadn’t been that subtle.

• “Hana in my class, her baby sister was just born and he’s so cute! I was just thinking, that maybe I could have one too?”

• You giggle at her.

• “Is this what’s been going on? The impromptu date night? The videos of babies? The questions about my IUD?”. She nods at you.

• “Would you be happy to wait 2 years? Because we’d love to give you another little sibling – you’re such a good big sister already. I promise we can go shopping in every baby store then, okay?” You say, planting a kiss on her head.

• She seems placated by that, starting to ask you what you’d name them when the time comes.

• Akio really would have loved her.

#jjk #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #anime #family formations extras #dad!gojo #family formations headcanons

[halamet-chalamet]

Okay okay.. hear me out on this... what if you and Matthew have just had a baby.. and he makes them one of his stuff animals and the baby doesn't know whether to be scared or happy... so they do like a little cry but then smiles.. but its not like just a one time thing they do it everytome they see the thing before they realize that it's fake...

Oh my gosh yesss. His stuffed animals are terrifying bruh.. but also cute but the octopus was a NOH. Also dad!Mathew 😩 let’s gooo

Warnings/content: no warnings! It’s pure fluffy dad Mathew! Featuring Marty (you’ll see) okay enjoy!!

It’s been 6 months since I’ve given birth to Lorelei. 8 months since Mathew came to the realization that I was pregnant with a real baby, a baby girl to be exact. Not that he didn’t know these things before but then he realized it was really only two months away.

Given this newly discovered fact Mathew decided to go crazy on crafts for baby Gubler. Drawings, and paintings for her room. Little blankets with her name crocheted in them, and a little yellow stuffed ‘animal’. It was really more of a creature or monster that Mathew liked to call Marty. Until Lorelei was ready for toys we kept Marty in a little toy bin at the bottom of her closet.

Though, now that she’s hit 6, nearly 7 months, crawling and getting into everything, we’ve decided it’s time for her to get into more of her less infant-like toys.

Mathew wanted the honor of getting out the bin and playing with her, much to my happiness as I get to watch and possibly record. Mathew took little Lorelei out of her high chair after feeding her breakfast and brought her to her nursery.

“Lorelei, I have a little surprise for you my girl!” Mathew cooed with a smile on his face as he brought out Marty the Monster. “Hi there Lorelei I’m Marty! Can we be friends?” He asked in his best monster voice.

Instead of the initial response we assumed she’d have, giggling or smiling,wanting to play. Our baby let out a noise we’ve never heard before.

First she was upset. Our least favorite sight occurred as she sat there with tears falling down her face. But she followed the tears with a small giggle and smile.

“What was that?” Mathew asked, still talking through the monster.

Lorelei let out another noise and crawled towards my legs.

“What’s wrong, muffin?” I asked our daughter, putting her on my lap.

“Do you think it scared her?” Mathew asked me. I couldn’t stand the sad look in his eyes.

“Maybe,” I replied. “Let’s try again.” I picked up Marty, the adorable yellow monster, and put him in front of Lorelei.

The baby hid her face in my chest but once again let out a small chuckle.

“Lorelei,” Mathew chuckled. “This is our friend! Seeee?” He squeezed Marty while using the baby voice he always used when he was trying to play with her. Lorelei now looked a little more comfortable as she smirked a little bit at her dads antics.

Gently, Mathew grabbed her tiny hand and put it on Marty. “See? He’s just a little plush guy?”

I smiled at the two loves of my life, interacting in such a silly and adorable way. Lorelei took the yellow stuffed animal from Mathew and giggled looking at the face of Marty.

Mathew got off his knees on the floor in front of me and our daughter and came to sit next to me. “That was a lot of grief over Marty.” I joked, looking over at him.

“It was, but it was worth it.” He almost whispered, kissing my forehead and then Lorelei’s.

Lorelei has been a daddy’s girl since day one. She would whine if I gave her a smooch while she was ‘busy’ but that’s not the case with dad, of course. She gave the same tiny smile she always gave, and looked up at Mathew like he was the best thing in the world. It was a sight that melted both of our new- parenting hearts, even though it sounds super cheesy.

After Lorelei had disregarded Marty, I put him in the corner of her crib, while Mathew took out new toys from her bin, to play with her.

“It’s going to be nap time soon,” I warned the both of them. Not that they were particularly listening, but Mathew gave a little nod which was enough affirmation for me. I took a seat back on the carpeted floor and watched my two favorite people be adorable.

A/N- okay this might totally suck, it’s my first blurb for Mathew so let me know if you have any feedback. Also my requests are open :) that’s all love you byeeeee 💖

#mathew gray gubler #mathew gray gubler x reader #mathew gray gubler headcanons #criminal minds #spencer reid #mgg fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #send requests! #criminal minds headcanons

[bulbagarden]

Opinion: Scarlet and Violet are Pokémon's Queerest Games Yet (Bulbanews)

Hi it's Lisia here!! The following is an opinion piece from one of our staff members, Torchic W. Pip!! Blanc and I both loved this and like... we had to share it here LOL.

Pokémon was my queer awakening. I had silly little crushes on male and female characters alike, and I resonated with many of the designs of the series’s more gender nonconforming designs. Pokémon has always had a wink and a nod to queerness: Jessie and James’s genderbending antics, Beauty Nova in X and Y, Blanche from Pokémon GO… the list goes on. But with Scarlet and Violet, queerness shines bright as celestial stars.

“But wait!” you might say. “Scarlet and Violet has no canonical gay or trans characters! How can this thesis make sense?” Well, queer representation need not be explicit to be impactful. Sometimes, the stories queer people resonate with most are told through metaphor, from the misfits in Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer to X-Men to Luca and Gwen Stacy. The roots of this trace back to a history of censorship. LGBTQ+ stories have been historically censored, such as with the Hays Code. Queer people have long been unable to see stories with explicitly queer characters, so they instead turned to metaphors and symbolism. Gender nonconformity is also nothing new to the scene of video games. Metroid, Legend of Zelda, Final Fantasy, and Guilty Gear are just some of the games that play with our expectations of gender. It’s also nothing new to Pokémon. East Asian media tends to depict transness and gender nonconformity differently from the West, but for more on that, I'll direct you to this video.

Even before the release of Scarlet and Violet, gender nonconformity shined through. Take a character like Grusha, for example, who many mistook for a girl when he was first introduced. It goes a little deeper than that, though. “Grusha” is Russian for “pear”, but it’s also a diminutive for the name “Agrafena”... a female Russian name. Whether or not it was intentional, it does add an extra layer of nonconformity to Grusha. Another character with some queercoded elements is Iono: Her color palette evokes the colours of the trans flag, and her Magnemite headpieces evoke an explicitly genderless Pokémon. Baggy clothes are common among many transgender people. Her friend Bellibolt is a frog, and many frogs in real life can change their sex. In Japanese, she speaks with a Bokukko speech pattern (a girl using the masculine “boku”), which is often used for plucky characters, but also nonconforming characters. All of Iono’s names across translations evoke themes of questions. On top of all that… well, the Vtubing scene is, from personal experience, very queer. All of my friends who watch VTubers are queer in some way. More seriously, creating a persona where you can let your true self shine in a way that regular society won't allow you to... that's pretty queer.

With the release of the games, we’ve seen a wide array of characters—Rika, Saguaro, Penny, and all of the leaders of Team Star, among others—showcase a wide range of gender expressions, either in their appearances, their personalities, or their hobbies. And all of these characters are seen as heroes, as role models.

As with games before, there are two characters with queer subtext in their relationship. Hassel and Brassius have been seen by many as being in a gay relationship, bonding over a love of art, supporting each other in dark times, and giving each other pet names. Even if it's not outright stated that they're in a romantic relationship, their care for each other is a beautiful thing. Many gay coded relationships are often of younger men or women, and while these relationships are important, it's also important for older gay couples to receive some of the spotlight. After all, queer people have always existed, and it's important to remember our past and honor those who came before us, who helped paved the path to acceptance.

For the first time in a mainline game, the player character can choose any clothes, hair style, and so on regardless of gender. While the player can still only choose between being referred to by masculine or feminine terms, this is a step in the right direction, and it opens the door for many opportunities never seen before. Boys can be feminine, girls can be masculine, and both can be anywhere in between. The world of gender expression is as big as the open world of Paldea.

But back to Team Star. The whole Team Star path is one big, queer metaphor. Think about it: kids are bullied for how they dress or act, these misfits band together and retaliate against their bullies, finding a sort of family in each other, villains who turn out to be just the opposite… It’s a story that, in some way or form, can resonate with many kids who have, sadly, dealt with homophobia or transphobia in school. The path is a story about righting what’s wrong, about making the world a more accepting place.

Scarlet and Violet is a game about shining bright in the sky with other stars, about being your true self. Its themes are deeply resonant with the queer experience. At the end of the Team Star path, you battle Penny, whose ace Pokémon is trans flag-coloured Sylveon, and as she Terastilizes her partner, she says, “Shine bright like the starry sky and become who you really want to be!” So shine bright, trainers, and be your true self.

Oh, and of course, Quaquaval is the queer icon of all time.

[Torchic W. Pip is a Bulbanews writer with a focus on music, merchandise, and spin-off games. They're also a fanfiction author and moderator of the Writer's Workshop subforum. Outside of writing, Torchic is studying music theory and linguistics, and his favorite games are X/Y and Omega Ruby/Alpha Sapphire.]

#pokemon #bulbagarden #bulbanews #queer #lgbt #pride

[wildgirllz]

Imagine Dean and Sam dragging Y/N out of a bar and back to the bunker after she gets drunk.

Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader x Dean Winchester

Word count: around 2k.. I think?

Warnings: alcohol consumption. Just fluff :]

It was a typical Friday night at the bunker when Y/N decided to sneak out and hit up the local bar. She thought she could handle her liquor, but soon found herself stumbling around and laughing at everything.

Sam and Dean were enjoying a quiet evening, playing cards and enjoying a few beers, when they realized they were sitting in silence. The bunker was never silent. She had left.

When Y/N was nowhere to be found, they knew she had snuck out of the bunker. Luckily, they knew exactly where she was.

Walking over to the bar two blocks down, they found Y/N, eyes closed, humming to the music playing in the small bar.

"Hey, guys!" Y/N slurred. "What's up?"

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Y/N, are you drunk?"

"No!" Y/N protested, then laughed. "Okay, maybe a little. But it's Friday night! We should party!"

Sam sighed. "Y/N, you can't just sneak out and get drunk without telling us. It's not safe."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "I'm fine! Look, I'll prove it!" She stood up straight, then promptly stumbled forward. Dean caught her before she could fall.

"Whoa there, tiger," Dean said, grinning. "Looks like we've got ourselves a little drunkard on our hands."

Y/N giggled. "You guys are hilarious. Can we go back to the bunker now? I'm tired."

Sam and Dean exchanged a look. They knew they had to get her back to the bunker, but they couldn't resist laughing at her silly antics along the way. With Dean holding her up and Sam trailing behind, they made their way back to the bunker, Y/N cracking jokes and giggling the whole way.

Once they got back to the bunker, Dean and Sam helped Y/N into her room and onto her bed. She was still giggling uncontrollably, and they couldn't help but laugh along with her.

"You guys are the best," Y/N said, slurring her words. "I love you guys."

"We love you too, Y/N," Sam said, ruffling her hair.

Dean leaned in close. "You know, you're kinda cute when you're drunk."

Y/N blushed. "Shut up, Dean."

Dean grinned. "I'm serious. You're like a little ball of sunshine. We should get you drunk more often."

Y/N laughed. "No way! I'm not usually like this, I swear."

Sam looked at his watch. "It's getting late. We should probably head to bed."

Dean nodded. "Yeah. Goodnight, Y/N. Sleep tight."

Y/N smiled. "Night, guys. Thanks for bringing me back."

As Sam and Dean made their way back to their rooms, they couldn't help but feel a warm sense of affection for Y/N. Despite her drunken state, they couldn't help but love her even more, and they knew they'd always be there to take care of her, no matter what.

#sam winchester #sam winchester fluff #sam winchester x fem!reader #sam winchester x female reader #sam winchester angst #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fanfiction #spn #supernatural #spn fluff #supernatural fluff

[kunigmis]

let’s hold each other in our sleep

miya atsumu x female!reader

synopsis: miya atsumu can’t sleep at night unless it’s after a slow, love-felt fuck that ends with you cozied up in his arms.

content warnings: minors do not interact! atsumu and reader are in their 20s, passionate sex, use of the petnames baby and doll, unprotected sex, dry humping, he sucks your tongue like it’s candy, it’s kind of messy…

WHEN ATSUMU GETS HOME that night, he’s tired and walking with lazy legs. they feel like led and are about ready to give out at any moment. practice had gone on for a while and been much harder than usual, maybe due to the fact nationals were coming up—but, he’s not one to complain about that. whatever he can do to win, he’ll do it.

the door opens without a pair of arms to greet him and atsumu pouts as if a child expecting candy, only to be gifted with steamed vegetables instead. his brows meet as he eases the door shut behind him and lets his volleyball bag drop to the floor beside your coat rack. he has half a mind to call out, but then he worries you may be asleep; and, he wouldn’t want to wake you.

so, atsumu slides his shoes off and slips on his slippers, walking as slowly as he can as to not create a loud rhythm along the hardwood floor. but, there’s an apparent eagerness in his movements.

the lights in the house are all dimmed aside from the kitchen, leaving a ball of light for him to follow. but, when he expects to see you standing there, possibly cooking up a late-night dinner for two, he’s met with an empty room and still no open arms.

it wasn’t too late, about 22:30 or so, and he just can’t quite get as to why you didn’t turn the lights off if you were to be asleep. atsumu knows your tendency to keep things neat and proper; turning the lights off before heading to bed was always your job too. when he’d be in your shared bathroom, brushing and flossing his teeth, you’d be downstairs turning the lights off before heading up. aren’t ya afraid monsters’ll get ya?! his silly little childish antics still evident within his 26-year-old mind.

but, you loved him for that.

he’d wait for you to come up and sit on the toilet seat as you did your own brushing and flossing of your teeth, chatting your ear off about something hinata did at practice that day or about a new dish his brother had cooking up. all the while, you’d nod your head along to what he was saying, showing your attention without needing to verbalize such. and, when you’d finish, atsumu would swoop in and kiss you slowly. nothing sensual about said kiss, but his love for you was shown in the force it had behind it.

it was only when atsumu had scoured the rest of downstairs, and ran upstairs after turning the lights off, did he finally make it to your shared bedroom. and, his eyes about bulged at the sight.

you sat on your bed, dolled up in a sheer red lingerie set. it was lace, bralette cupping the fat of your breasts nicely, and the matching underwear hiding one of his favorite treats in a very teasing manner. you wore a shaw to match as well, and he bet it was almost as smooth as your skin.

“took you long enough, ‘tsumu.” the teasing lilt to your voice was alluring and had atsumu’s cock stirring in his pants. he hadn’t even gotten his hands on you and you already had him leaking pre. God, the things you were capable of.

“sorry doll, someone left the lights on,” he’s making his way toward you quicker than anticipated, not bothering to take notice of the red petals you had scattered along the bed and floor. or maybe he was just too focused on the treat that was you. “coming home to you like this is just what i needed.”

his words hum against the skin of your neck as he teethes at the flesh. he nips and laps, like a dog gone hungry, and runs his calloused hands up and down your sides beneath the shaw. his fingers dance along the hem of your bralette, almost like he’s teetering between the idea of leaving it on or ripping it off. honestly, you hoped he went with the latter.

“missed you,” your voice hitches when atsumu begins to suck at your pulse, the noises coming from his mouth on your neck downright embarrassing. he’s sucking hard and wantonly, hands now sliding the shaw from your shoulders slowly. his actions response enough to your words.

with your shaw now off and thrown to the side, atsumu eases you on to your back, moving to the opposite side of your neck to leave the same treatment as the one prior. your legs move to fit his thick frame between them and the stretch is delicious. his body is so big and firm, years of volleyball having given him a meaty physique. you eat him up, with your eyes and mouth.

“yer so hot, baby,” atsumu pants into your neck and begins a slow grind. his hands remove your bralette in seconds and fling it over his shoulder, big hands cupping and groping your breasts in a haughty manner. index fingers flicking your nipples to feel them harden, smirking into your skin and goes down slowly, mouth hot and leaving dark marks along your skin. he’s blatantly claiming you, but God is it hot.

you moan sharply when atsumu takes a nipple into his mouth. his tongue is hot and circling the bud with feverish intent, teeth coming to join the party as he tugs lightly. with your back arching, his right hand comes to give your other nipple company, pinching and rolling it between his index and thumb—just how you like.

“o-oh! ‘tsumu, please,” you plead for more—something more, anything more. his teasing is enough to have you soaking the new set, but not enough to feel that sense of release. his hardened cock forms a prominent tent in his pants as it rubs between the outline of your folds, jeans catching your swollen clit and you jump at the feeling. “please! more!”

atsumu is about ready to go crazy when you start to buck against him, but he’s having too much fun decorating the span of your breasts with mark after mark. you’re his canvas, bare but with faded paint littering your form. now, atsumu gets to create a new masterpiece.

“but baby, ya get so cute when i play with ya like this,” he emphasizes his words with a particularly harsh ground into your clothed cunt, hips hiccuping at the friction his jeans add. there’s a sloppy kiss to your navel and a roll of your nipple between his fingers, tongue hot against your skin as it moves up the valley of your breasts and to your cheek. “just want to tease ya.”

you’re huffing in a flustered manner at his words, hands moving from their fisted position along your comforter to fisting at atsumu’s shirt, “‘tsumu, baby, please, please. i’ve been waiting all day…!”

your whine is enough to have atsumu lean in and slot his mouth against yours. it’s hot and lewd and fuck, his tongue slides against yours like you taste of honey and vanilla. his tongue runs along your teeth and everything, overpowering you with his lust. but, it’s when he starts to suck your tongue that has you wetting his pants through your panties.

atsumu is intent in his actions and sucks like he sucks on a piece of candy, hands all over you and leaving no room for air. yours find purchase on his shoulders, kneading and pressing against them to find a sort of reassurance. being with atsumu felt so surreal. you felt like a cloud and if you were to let go, you’d be swept away by the wind. and, atsumu was like a mountain, strong and tall, meeting you in the sky to allow you to wrap around him.

by the time he pulls away, you’re both out of breath and continuously losing rhythm in your hips. even through the clothing blocking you from sweet release, atsumu brings his hell to your heaven. but, you wanted more.

“‘s’not enough, ‘tsumu,” you pant out in a whiney heap, and atsumu kisses at your cheeks softly but never ceases his erratic movement. “f-fuck me already.”

“‘m gonna do that ‘n much more, baby,” he speaks into your cheek, moving away to only allow you to remove his shirt before he’s back on you. now skin to skin, atsumu moans at your breasts flushed against his chest. they’re so soft, the best pillow he’s ever had. “‘m gonna ruin ya.”

his hands work at removing his pants and boxers, cock springing free with a slap to his abdomen. you shamelessly stare, mouth falling open in subconscious awe. you’ve seen it many, many times, yet with each one, he got more pretty. you have the mind to mumble so pretty, but bite your lip and round your fingers around the tip instead.

“shit, want my cock, baby?” atsumu’s index and middle finger work tight circles on your clothed clit, falling into a rhythm with your hand as it twists and cups at his cock’s tip. you nod lamely and lose all thought, focusing on the sight of atsumu’s abs flexing with each jerk of your hand. “use yer words.”

your lip wobbles when atsumu dips his hand into your panties and slides them down, your hand losing its motion when a thick finger comes to get slicked between your folds and glide down to your entrance, “yes—ahh,” your tongue is heavy in your mouth when two fingers enter you, curling and slotting in and out with precise knowledge of how to make you feel good.

“yes…?” what a bastard atsumu was, teeth on display with his wicked grin as he picks up his movements. his hand comes to rest on your clit, the heel of his palm grinding into you as his fingers keep their quickening pace. they curl just when you go to speak and you’re left to squeal and jerk your back from the bed.

“yes! w-want your cock, ‘tsumu! f-fuck me, please,” your begging is so pretty that atsumu pities you, fingers quick to remove themselves from your cunt and guide the head of his cock to your entrance. he lets a thick glob of spit drop down to meet your pussy, and you flinch at the cool feeling.

“i’ll give ya whatever ya want, baby,” atsumu presses into you and bottoms out quickly, too eager to nestle his cock into the warmth of your pussy. he loves how you eat him up, sucking him in with each gasp you let out. “f-fuck, yer so warm baby. i love ya.”

nodding is the response you give when he moves, hips leaving and meeting yours in a slow dance. he has a hand at your breast and the other by your head, coming down to suck your tongue once again before setting a slow, steady pace. he’s going to take his time with you, savor the moment, and replay it over and over again.

the moment is so intimate. atsumu eats your words as he does your tongue, your hands digging at his back to hold yourself down, while your legs feel like jelly along the globes of his ass once you wrap them around him. there’s hardly any room between the two of you; your chests press together as do your pelvises, your pussy molding around his dick to fit like a glove. in this moment, you truly felt like there was no such thing as air, and only atsumu.

“i-i love you, i love you,” you cry into atsumu’s mouth, tears formed at the crease of your eyes with his precise thrusts. his cock twitches at your words as if speaking it’s own response; i love you too, me too. atsumu is nodding to your words and mouthing such, too. both his hands come to circle your form and hug you into his own, breaths mingled.

“me too, me too, i love ya baby.” your hips are bruising together at this point, not wishing to move an inch apart yet keeping the flow of pleasure strong and overwhelming. his cock rubs your gummy insides just right, and your tongue is heavy in your mouth as you let it open in a silent prayer. you’re so close, in body and release, that you hardly register atsumu babbling how close he was.

“‘m gonna cum, ‘tsumu! p-please!” with watery eyes, you blink them open to watch atsumu’s face twist in pleasure. you’re sure your own mirrors such expressions, and you feel your heart swell knowing you’re the one doing that to him. “cumming, cumming…!”

atsumu whines as you clench around him, creating a ricochet effect as he topples over the edge, too. his cum is hot and burning, mixing with yours to spill around his cock. you’re seeing stars by the time his thrusts come to a stop, twitching at the overstimulation and gasping when atsumu doesn’t dare remove himself.

“i love ya so much,” atsumu’s words slur with a drowsiness to them, as do your own when you mumble a reply.

but, you’re sure he heard you by the way he smiles into your hair and eases the two of you into slumber.

#ੈ✩‧₊˚ ── nine #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x female reader #x reader #smut #atsumu smut #haikyu smut #miya atsumu smut #haikyu x reader #haikyu imagines #hq #oneshot #imagenes

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA For telling my partner to not wear a pink prom dress or a lobster costume to our wedding?

My partner (27nb) and I (25nb) are both closeted trans people. As far as our family is aware, they are male and I am female, so we look like a cishet couple from the outside. My partner is the type to be a silly trickster. Me, not exactly. But I like to encourage them to be their silly self all the time because it makes them happy, and it makes me happy too. I normally let them know when their antics get a little out of hand.

We were throwing out some ideas for a wedding, because we do plan on getting married soon. We have been on a good wavelength for things like food, photography, location, guests, music, decorations. However when it came to attire, we seem to have different plans. I told my partner that they can wear whatever they want, be as comfortable as they please. The guests can also wear whatever they want. They immediately said they wanted to dress as a lobster. I said "uh sure, if that's what is comfortable for you!" they said "no but it's weird and I want people to be weirded out when they see me". I kind of just nodded and kept going. Then they said "or I can wear a big frilly pink prom dress. And you can wear a nice suit. That would piss off our families and that would be hilarious". I said the focus of our wedding shouldn't be to piss off or weird out our families. It should be to do what makes us happy. They said making our families uncomfortable would make them happy. I told them that it wouldn't make me happy. That I want everyone to have a fun time. They said that's fine, but that they want to cause mayhem and dress as surprising as possible. I said I wouldn't mind if they wanted to wear a pink prom dress, but that their intentions for wanting to do so just didn't seem okay. That this wasn't a day about upsetting people, it's about us being in love.

They said that the wedding is just as much about what they want as much as it's about what I want. And so I let it go, because I was making them upset with the argument and I felt bad. I feel like I was being selfish.

TLDR my partner wants to dress in a way that would piss off family specifically for the purpose of pissing them off. I said no and they got upset with me. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[terras-domain]

(Thanks)Giving Season

Characters: Kang Seul-gi (Seulgi), Male Husband (Reader), Husband's Brother

Tags: Cheating, Cuckold, Kitchen Sex, Blowjob, Watching, Caught, Condom, Rough Sex, Forced Submission, Thanksgiving, Cum in Pussy, Abs, Cum Eating

Words: 2941

Author's Note: Hi Hiiiii terra here!!! Been a while since I posted, sorry for that. Hope you all had a good Thanksgiving. Personally I don't celebrate it but I hope to those who did, you guys enjoy it <33 As the tags show it's gonna be a cuckold smut so if it's not your thing, oh well. Enjoy <33

Reader's POV

Thanksgiving. Not the best holiday to be honest, never understood the hype behind it but at least now I have a day off from work to spend some time with my wife, Seulgi. Work has been brutal for me so our time together is precious to me. Opening the front door with a smile to greet her that I'm home, only for me that smile to slowly fade away. "Oh hi, honey!" Seulgi smiled, waving at me as I see her talking to a guest. "Oh hey lil' bro, long time no see hm?" My brother, a person who I haven't seen in years actually. I actually don't bond well with my family in general, which is why my personal time is mostly dedicated to my wife Seulgi. "Hey...what're you doing here?" I asked, an eyebrow lifted as I start to make myself at ease, putting my stuff down and joining my wife and my brother around the living room.

"Awww don't be too cold, lil' bro. Just wanted to see my family for Thanksgiving you know." He gave a big grin, a face that makes me feel so annoyed for some reason, always been all my life. "Now now boys. Let's not be like that, okay? We need to get things done for Thanksgiving" My breath got stuck through my throat. She's right, it's not like I have much time to spend with Seulgi, and I'm not gonna waste the time I get now by arguing with this dumbass. She had planned to cook something special for tonight, so she brought us both to the kitchen, showing the turkey she planned on roasting, only to find it rotten. "Oh fuck! Nooo that fucking butcher lied to me." Now with no turkey, we can't have the so called Thanksgiving spirit. My big brother can't drive, which means there's only one thing I can do now. "I'll go buy you a new one hun. Don't worry about it" Seulgi's eyes sparkled and hugged me tight, euphoric as now her problem has a solution. "Awww thank you sweetheart. I love you." A kiss on the lips I received from my loving wife, followed by her warm smile that just melts my heart. I got myself ready, grabbing my keys and look back to my wife and wave. "I love you Seulgi. And take care of my wife okay?" I looked to my big brother, I don't really like him but I'm sure family still care for each other. "Oh no worries lil bro. Your wife's safe with me."

Seulgi's POV

I'm glad my husband is around to help me with the turkey. It was silly of me to not realize it was rotting. Oh well, I just have to start prepping food for now. My husband is a big fan of Italian food so I thought making him some fettuccine alfredo might make him happy. Dropping the pasta to boil them while I prepare the sauce was pretty much light work for me, I'm used to working alone in the kitchen since my husband isn't often in the house anyways. I checked around and notice my brother-in-law looking deep into my eyes, sometimes shifting to my cooking elsewhere. "Smells good Seulgi. My brother must be happy to have you." His low voice echoes the kitchen. I didn't know how to respond to that but only smile awkwardly, what a weird thing to say I thought. "Oh come on beautiful. Don't be shy. Live a little we're family right? Nothing wrong with a little compliment, especially if it's for a pretty woman like you~" he kept on going with his praises and weird antics, which start to make me get goosebumps. His footsteps felt heavy but firm, slowly inching closer to me as he started to lean towards me, looking at the pot of fettuccini I'm preparing followed by a sniff, trying to smell the food, or so I thought. His face was closer to my hair than it was to my cooking which made me feel a little uncomfortable and insecure as the thoughts in my head start to turn into a reality. He's groping me!

With his hands reaching under my apron and gripping my chest through shielded by the cloth of my clothes, it was hard to push him away since he's so big and muscular. "W-wait. Please don't do this, your brother won't like this." I mumbled, squirming a bit as I'm overpowered, my whole body held tight as my brother-in-law completely gropes me for his pleasure. "Oh no worries beautiful. Your husband ain't doing shit on me. Now let me see how good you feel." His wide grin send shivers down my spine, but when he started to pull my face for a kiss, I felt unreal. My whole life I've only had intimate relationships with my husband so this felt so bad, but not like my brother-in-law cares about it.

"Mmmh Seulgi. You're quite the curvy babe aren't you?" He chuckled, now biting my lips as he has full control over me. I can't escape and just let him use me, hoping my husband can come just in time to save me from this creep. His hard bulge is pressing on my ass cheeks and it's disgusting, having another man than my own husband using me for pleasure. After a few minutes of making out, he pulled out and gave a big grin. "Well time for the real thing bitch. Get down there." My in law now guides me to be on my knees, facing his stifling bulge before he pulled his pants off, showing his erection pointing straight at me. It's huge. Bigger than anything I've ever seen, it made me nervous since I know what's next.

"Well what're you waiting for hoe? Get to it." His thick length started slapping on my face, making me whimper in inferiority. My husband did tell me how much of an asshole he is, and how violent he can be, so I have no other choice. My mouth slowly opened up as I slowly accepted his cock, taking it in inch by inch. It felt so wrong, the way is thick meat makes me choke just by putting the tip in, the way his hands rub on my cheeks and how I'm actually cheating on my husband right now. "Good girl Seulgi. Just need a little bit of...enthusiasm." As he kept his dominant persona going, his wishes are all coming to a reality as he uses me as he please. His hands are on the back of my head, plunging his cock inside as he thrust his hips back and forth. It hurts. My husband isn't as big nor as rough as his brother so this is all new to me. "ghhhh GAAAAK-!" My mouth just kept on making weird noises and choking sounds as he continues his barrages of mouth fucking on my throat, drilling my mouth and using me as a sex object.

Reader's POV

Phew! That took a while. turkey secured, and it's fresh from the oven. Too bad traffic isn't really on my side today, man why does life hate me so much. But all that complaining will soon end as I reached home, excited to see my wife. Creaking the door open I was greeted by nothing by a strange noise, a woman who sounded like she was choking over something. I went to explore my own home, looking for the source of the odd sound as I reached the kitchen. Just like the turkey, my heart fell. Seeing my wife sucking on my brother's cock, bobbing her head back and forth just made me feel sick. "Oh, you're finally here lil bro. Gimme a sec!" He grunted as he pulled out, stroking his 8-inch length while looking down at Seulgi. "Open your mouth, beauty, I wanna cum on that face." He ordered, which my wife seems to obey despite taking a few seconds to follow. I can hear a few sobs coming from her. is it shame, is it resent, or is it just the aftereffect from a rough face fucking she just went through. Regardless, it seems my brother enjoyed my wife a lot when he unloaded his load all on her face, splattering everywhere from her forehead to her chin.

Seulgi's face turned away, looking very shy and scared. "Honey..." I tried to approach her, wanting to know what's going on when my she stopped me in my tracks. "I'm sorry baby. He...he made me do this." She sobbed, looking down to the floor as cum dripped down her face. I had a dead stare to my brother, my face inclining so our eyes exchange eye contact. In those few seconds, memories of how much my brother overpower me in any way came back. How he's physically, mentally and even academically superior to me, which makes him so much better than me. I want to confront, I want him to pay. But with what has happened my whole life, it may be best to just give in, I don't have a choice. I could only walk towards Seulgi, holding her tight and give her a gentle soft kiss. "I love you, Seulgi." the kiss ended, interrupted by the after taste of my brother's semen on my lips. After that I just wiped my wife's face with a clean cloth before walking away cowardly. I need to take my mind off of this, and staying in the kitchen won't help me. I took one last look at my brother, sighing. "She's yours." A defeated frown sticked to my face face as the words flew out of my mouth, and my feet drags across the room.

My words seem to influence my brother for some reason. As soon as I sat on the couch, I couldn't distract myself no matter what is on the TV. My mind still wanders in the kitchen where my brother shreds my wife's clothes off, completely taking advantage of the situation where both me and Seulgi are mentally lost. I could hear banging noises coming from the sink, making my lewd mind imagine how Seulgi looked getting fucked by another man, it made me hard. My penis pitching a tent from my imaginations running wild from the voices that both Seulgi and my brother make aroused me and made me touch myself while fully clothed. A pathetic loser touching himself through his pants while his wife gets fucked rough that is me. Soon I can see the pair walking out of the kitchen both half naked. Seulgi seems to have less resistance towards my brother and just embraces him now. "I'm sorry honey." i stared at the floor, ashamed of my incompetence. Seulgi didn't reply with a single word, instead her facial expression is more than enough to show the disgust she had towards me for giving in too easily.

Seems like they weren't done. No, seems like they were just getting started. My brother sat next to me on the couch, butt-naked while Seulgi climbed up on him, riding his bigger cock as her tight pussy gapes open for her. "Nghhhh ahhh~! Yeah daddy, fuck me, fuck my tight little pussy!" Seulgi's moans and words were like a knife to me, humiliating me as I just looked at my unintended tent, with nobody but myself to please it. I could only resist so much. The bounces Seulgi made, the sheer size of my brother destroying my wife's vagina, the way I was completely ignored. It was degrading me, but at the same time turning me on more, I eventually gave in to my urges and started jacking off, stroking at the site of live porn acted by my wife and my brother. And they both seem to ignore me, it's as if I'm not even there and they just fucked like they've been doing it together for years. "Nghhh fuck Seulgi you little bitch! You love this cock huh? You love it more than you love your husband's? My cock is better than my brother's isn't it?" The questions he asked showed how they both can see me, I'm not invisible, at least not literally. "Nghhh~ yes daddy. Daddy's cock is just too good. My husband feels like a shrimp compared to yours daddy." That single line from my own wife broke me, made me lose myself as I screamed while rubbing my shaft so fast and uncontrollably. It made me cum, splashing drops of dilute cum on my pants. It made me huff and puff for some reason. I've had sex quite some time with Seulgi, but none of them drained me as much as this. I felt like I could pass out, so I retreated and moved to my bedroom to find clarity.

When I thought being alone in the bedroom was enough, it wasn't. My brother crashed in with Seulgi, holding her in his arms carrying like newly weds. They were making out which made me slightly irritated. Again they ignored my existence and just jump on the bed, forcing me to lay on just a small fraction of the mattress. Their make out session broke up and Seulgi now traced back to my brother's long hard shaft. I could've sworn he came a few times already and yet he's still rock solid and raring for more. Seulgi's pretty mouth enveloped his cock, slowly lowering her head before moving back up, and a slow cycle continues as she sucked my brother's cock. What's worse is how I can see our wedding rind on Seulgi's hand, shining to me while her fingers wrap around my brother's shaft. My wife's head game kept on as she went faster after a while, only for my brother to stop her and lift her face up. They made out, making me feel uncomfortable yet so turned on before changed positions, Seulgi's pussy directly above my face.

"I'll fill you up, bitch-" My brother grunted as a tight smack echoes the room, leaving a red handprint on Seulgi's ass. It made Seulgi scream out a submissive moan too and a drop of cum dripped down her pussy and onto my face. It seems like they didn't want to waste any time and went straight to business, with their two bodies connecting, my brother's cock penetrating my wife's pussy and I got the best, or worst view to see it happening. "Ngaaah~! Aaaaah aahhh yessss~!" Seulgi's moans became vocal, the opposite of her behaviour a while back. She's just lost in lust, just like me it seems. "Harder daddy pleaseeee~" She plead, her head twisting back to face my brother acting like it's only them in the room and I'm nowhere in the scene. "Fuucckkk shut the fuck up slut. I didn't tell you can order me around." With a rough yank on her her, Seulgi's moans became only louder. With precum from both of their private parts leaking on me, I couldn't have felt more humiliated, but somehow I'm happy. It made me feel content to listen to my wife's sweet and loud moans, even if it's not from me.

"Mmmh~ Daddy's cock is getting bigger in me oh god!" Her pussy bulges as she finished her sentence. He's about to cum, isn't he, I thought. "Nghhh yeaahhh...fuck I'm gonna fucking fill you up Seulgi!" He grunted, digging his nails into her hips as my brother starts to buckle his hips harder until eventually he came, bursting inside my wife. There's so much cum inside it was up to a point where the cum from the pair drips down on me, covering my face with cum. It was embarassing, having them cum on me in my bed in this manner and cuck me. After all that, Seulgi finally looked at me. "Do you want to cum baby?" Her words are still as sweet as ever, but her expressions sure seemed cold, of course I'd say yes. I was so eager to put my cock in her until she stopped me, handing me over an S size condom.

Of course, it was a bit too tight for me but I don't feel much physical pain. I ended up finally getting to fuck my wife, despite only by wearing a small condom. My thrusts were clear to be ineffective, as Seulgi's fake moans just makes me so humiliated and degraded. "Fuuuck hunny! It feels so good!" I screamed, getting closer to my climax despite only being a few thrusts in. "Mhm, okay sure. Cum then baby" Her replies seem to be short and uninteresting. It just fuels up my self-degradation which made me cum so much sperm in the condom, filling it up. "Aaaaah, nghhhh~" My whimpers were so weak, it sounded like I could faint any moment. But my wife wouldn't let me yet, not after being a coward and not standing up for his wife. She pulled off the condom from my cock and spilt it on her stomach, making her abs more defined. "Eat it" She ordered, and I had no choice but to oblige. Licking and cleaning my wife's fit body, cleaning her abs from my worthless cum felt both horrible and amazing at the same time, most probably because of how fucked my mind is at this point. I felt defeated and lay on my back beside Seulgi, before hearing her whisper. "I love you honey~" followed by a sweet giggle before my brother joins back in bed with her. Sure she still says she loves me, but for some reason I believe she loves his cock more.

#kpop smut #red velvet smut #seulgi smut #cheating #gg smut

[jqhotchner]

stars

two

yn had been here so many times, it hurt less and less each time. she knew once she shared a little bit about her life people would pry more and more. this had been different though.

yn has been ready to tell the world about her amazing boyfriend and their adorable kid, but she wanted to do it at her own pace, in her own time.

slowly giving the world hints on who the man of the hour had been is amazing. millions of people speculating who it could be, she’d admit, it’s fun watching them squirm. she even replied to some fans that asked about him.

she loves sharing a little piece of herself. what she didn’t like was the obsessive prying eyes of the media. they found the location of aarons work, camping outside the building in case she had come out holding hands with the infamous mystery man. unfortunately they got nothing from her.

she hated that they’ve stalk her and they could potentially stalk aaron. aaron kept reassuring her that he’d be okay. he was sorta use to the cameras and a bit of the spotlight—dave is a famous author after all—paparazzi camped out the building long before they even met. yn just didn’t want him to get hurt by these vultures. aaron just laughs at her antics because, well, he’s an fbi agent. nothing a few paparazzi could do to him is anything like he’s had done while being on the field.

she realized how silly it is to fear for his safety. she just didn’t want this to ruin their relationship. it’s one of the many reasons why she stays in virginia and not in california or new york city. it’s quite quaint and simple.

the next few weeks had been pretty busy for yn. she’s been working on her own cosmetic line and another studio album. she’s excited for her new brand and possibly her last album for a little while.

yn is ready to slow down a little! her and aaron’s relationship is going amazing and she wants to eventually get married and have more kids. technically speaking, they’re already engaged! aaron proposed to her last year. she said yes immediately, but she didn’t want to officially get married until she was ready to take a break from music and do one last world tour for a little while. she also didn’t wanna tell anyone he had proposed just yet. not wanting people to know until they’re officially ready to plan the wedding.

aaron’s beyond proud of his girl. she’s finally doing something she’s wanted for awhile besides music! yn had been talking about becoming more of an entrepreneur for about two years now but had been afraid she’d failed. aaron assured her that she’d be very successful simply because she is smart and talented. her fans will love anything and everything she puts out there.

“darling, come to bed.” aaron whispers in her ear as he wraps his arms around her waist. she’s doing some last minute touches on a few designs she had in mind. not knowing how she wanted the logo for her cosmetic line to look.

“in a minute, babe. just gotta figure this out.” yn concentrate on a few photos. aaron sighs. he spins her around, gently grabs the papers, and sets them down. aaron caresses her cheek and kisses her gently. “hey, they’ll be there in the morning. you’ve barely got a lick of sleep the last few days. im worried about you.” aaron frowns. he rest his chin on top of her head. she sighs as she wraps her arms around his waist

“im sorry, baby. just want everything to be perfect.”

“and they will, yeah? because you’re a genius! but you don’t need to overwork or stress yourself. what is it you always tell me, huh?”

yn smiles. “work will be there tomorrow, family may not.”

“exactly! our son misses his mammas cuddles.”

yn felt awful.

“hey, i know what you’re thinking. none of that, you hear!” aaron leafs no room for arguments

she hums. “where’s my boy?”

“upstairs in his bed. he’s waiting for us to read him his favorite bedtime story. says he wants you to do it because you do the voices better.” aaron playfully scoffs.

“of course i do! mister monotone.”

“im not monotoned.” aaron argues. yn just shakes her head as she heads upstairs to their sons room. aaron follows right behind.

“ready, baby?” yn asked as she gently walks into jacks room.

“yeah, mamma!”

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[naamelless]

existential crisis

; been mulling this idea over since no way home showed. context is basically that the other you finds out that their existence solely relies on whether or not they find their spider-man. and unfortunately, it is a consistent trend between you and your other versions. and i mean it when it only relies on meeting spider-man, because you die for it if you don’t.

; non-canon compliant (sorry, miguel) since i want miles to be around here. a bit of miguel o’hara/you. self-love? self-comfort? lol. kinda bittersweet.

Being Miguel O’Hara’s assistant was not an easy feat — would have been the sole thought constantly running through your mind as your eyes reviewed every report sent in on the holograms around you. It was cute, your dear friend was generous enough to give you your own space to work on… just a little far below than his very dramatic supervillain platform.

“Lyla, dear, mind saving these under the save file ‘80085’,” you muttered, your fingertips touching the holo projections and casting them for the tiny AI assistant to catch. She makes a show of struggling to catch it before doing as she’s told.

“Sweetheart, I love you as a fellow assistant, but I think it’s time to change the file name to something more… appropriate? When Miguel looked through the folders, he wasn’t too happy.” Lyla sighs, “And while I like pissing him off, I’d rather you not get your own butt handed to you, eh?”

You only huffed out a quiet laugh. “That was the intention. And I was so sure you’d have been used to his constant disapproval already.” You then waved a hand, dismissing the AI’s concern. “Anyway, it’s alright. I’ll change it.”

“…I would like to replay the same promise of yours ten months ago.” Lyla huffs this time, crossing her arms as she turned up her nose. “You’re bad at keeping promises. Last month I asked you to make some refinements for the tune-up you also promised.”

A tiny guilty frown worms its way through your lips as you looked at Lyla, “Sorry, dear, work has been demanding. You know how it is with the man who constantly gets in between our us time…” You gently coaxed her out before she finally sighed and gave in to your little apology.

Of course she had every expectations that you would only dedicate your next time off to her and only her. You were tied down at that point when she threatened to reset the access codes in your own files.

This was the normality you suddenly faced after being convinced (coerced, in fact) by Miguel to help him keep the multiverse safe. You had been a faithful friend to him through and through, following him with boundless loyalty that could make any other Spider-Man without a friend jealous. You tailed him around and outside of his missions, rarely do the other arachnids see you or Miguel without each other.

Though that was the least of your concerns, not when you looked through the current missions. There were several anomalies appearing all at the same time, and suddenly it was hands on deck. Really, it was impressive just how screwed up the vast multiverse was. If you weren’t the lapdog of quantum physics, you were sure your head would have imploded already. Your eyes narrowed while your ears strained as Miguel did his mission briefing to the other spiders.

As expected, you’re asked to hold down the fort in case of any emergency. You make no promises that you can do so, as usual, and Miguel brushes it off with an eye roll. He already knows you — he knows you’d protect your creations with your life. And unfortunately for you, a good chunk of the tech and research in the headquarters were indeed, your creations.

“That’s all for your assignments. Try not to screw this up, please.” Miguel’s tiny plea was laced with pure exasperation as he pinched the bridge of his nose, likely directed at the four spiders in question. “And no silly antics like switching partners at the last minute. There’s a reason why I’m keeping you both separate.” He glares at Hobie and Miles, to which the other scoffs and only smiles sheepishly at, respectively.

And just as everyone was getting ready to take off, a golden sparking ring appears and in an instant, the spiders were quick on their feet.

“Wha—”

“YOU BASTARD—!!”

A blur whizzes past every arachnid and quickly darts to its target — you.

Everyone yells your name in alarm and soon they found you tackled and getting strangled by this figure. Miles and Gwen quickly act and pull the perpetrator off of you and you sat up, coughing roughly as you tried to massage the sides of your neck. It was a surprisingly accurate place when this figure strangled you.

“Are you okay?!” Peter B. immediately drops to his knees and fusses over you. He looks back up, “Hey buddy, you can’t just portal your way in here and—! Oh my god…”

You coughed, laughing out a strained laughter, wincing as you looked at yourself. Only that it’s you… but younger, and an absolute mess. And not the kind of mess of a scientist who looks terrible after a rigorous experimental research… but the kind of mess who has lost someone dear to them.

Miles and Gwen both glance down and immediately get goosebumps. It’s you… except a lot more hostile… a lot more… feral as it bore its teeth at you, snarling like a caught wild animal. He could feel them struggle as they tried to make another attempt in lunging at you. Of course, as a Spider-Man and a Spider-Woman, both of them made little effort in holding this… terrifying version of you back.

“…The resemblance is uncanny…” Pavitr whispers to Hobie and Jess.

“A true free spirit,” Hobie commends with an approving nod.

Even Miguel was stunted. It was you, alright. He had known you the longest. He proudly owns the throne as your first ever friend in your universe. And he has seen you at this age. But you weren’t a hothead, you were far from this snarling teenager.

“You sick, evil bastard—! How long have you known?! How long?!” The younger you screams, and in an instant you understood. Call it a self-intuition, but the anguish in their eyes was something you’ve known. You stared at yourself in the mirror before, and have seen the same glimmer of agony and suffering in those eyes of yours.

“You know this guy?” Jess asks the one question around everyone’s head.

You only laughed, dry, which further infuriates the younger you, “No, not personally. But… I guess I know myself well enough to realize what caused such an action from… me.” You sighed a little, standing up with the help of Peter and walked a little closer, still massaging your neck. “That portal was strangely familiar. Where are you from?”

“Earth-199999,” younger you spits out, still with a glare.

Miguel perks up in recognition. That one was an ass of a mission to him. It gave him many headaches and you, a lot of adjustments in your equipment. He only clicks his tongue at the thought of that little nerd with Dr. Strange. That was one multiverse mishap he’d rather not experience any longer.

“And I guess you’re here to ask some questions.” You nod over to the young spiders. “Let them go, I’m smart enough to know I don’t stand a chance against one Spider-Man, much less a room full of them.”

They reluctantly abide you and the younger you stands up, stance almost at the ready to pounce on you and Miguel notices, with himself ready to shield you in any case that this much more feral, younger you decides that there’s nothing left to lose and take your life from you.

“…How long have you known?” Younger you repeats their question, fists balled up as it itched to punch you. “Out of all of us, apart from you, I’m the only one who figured it out because I have access to an all-powerful wizard that can screw with the multiverse.”

“How long have they known about what?” Miles asks, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked at the other you in concern. Never has he seen so much hate in your eyes. Well… technically not you, but still the same. He was so used to your open and almost lackadaisical attitude that it was suddenly unnerving to see you so frigid and full of anger.

The younger you takes a deep breath before looking at everyone in the room with unbridled hatred, “How long have you known that our life only depends on these freaks?”

“Freaks? How mean! Is everyone in your universe this rude?”

“It’s okay, Pavitr,” You smiled, waving him off and your other self takes offense to that, taking a step forward to lunge at you when Miguel quickly steps in between you and your other self. “They have the right to be angry. Believe me, even I was when I found out myself. Though by then, I was sure it’s already too late for the other me’s.”

“No. You can’t say that. Not when I see you’re clearly operating with the multiverse. You let the other versions of us live in the painful reality that all we needed to live was to befriend some guy who got bit by a damn spider!”

“It’s not that… it’s the precedent of letting things happen naturally.”

Your other self reels in shock, “Watching other versions of us die because we were insignificant to some insect guy was natural?! That was natural?!” They shriek and immediately push past the towering hunk that was your best friend.

Every other spider looks at your other version, “Well… we’re spiders are technically not an insect, so…” they all mumble.

“Shut it.” Your other self snaps at the rest.

“…Your anger is coming from a place of loss. Seeing that you’re from that Earth… I’m guessing you had to be reintroduced at the prospect of multiverse, huh?”

“I had to force that wizard to talk to me. You have no idea what it felt like to forget the one person that meant to me more than anything!”

Gwen sighs at the conversation, she could barely understand — you were cryptic with your words as always (really, your ominous and know-it-all attitude is like Miguel with his dramatic platform). “Can you please tell us what happened? At least let us catch up to speed. Seems like the only understanding this convo is the two of you.”

“Do they know?” Your other you asks with a dead laugh. “Do they also know that there’s us? Do they also know how utterly detrimental our relationship to them is to our life?”

You pursed your lips before sighing, “I— no… but…”

“Why did I even ask?” Your other self turns to the other arachnids. “Well, take a good look at us. Drink it all up, because you’ll never know if the version of us in your own world is probably already six feet under.”

“…What—”

“Stop it. Yeesh. We’re not this bitter. That Earth really did numbers on you.” You sighed before crossing your arms, looking at your confused friends. “But they’re right. There’s a good chance the other [Name]’s in your universe is as good as dead. It was after getting into this whole multiverse business that I found out that there is another [Name] in every other universe. It’s a consistent existence — sorry Hobie — that I have. I exist in a world where there is Spider-Man.”

Your other self looks away and faces the myriad of holo monitors instead on Miguel’s lowered platform. Their eyes watching every anomaly.

“But… unfortunately, our existence relies on the path of whether or not we meet… our Spider-Man. It all ends the same. I throw myself off the building and depending on how it goes, Spider-Man will either save me… or I will plummet to my death with a good splat.” You dismissively wave a hand. “It’s all complicated though. Sometimes, there are factors that change how I live. Maybe no one will save me because my Spider-Man in that universe has yet to be bitten… or maybe he is on duty but he’s busier dealing with a bigger problem than saving some sad person. But out of it, the fact remains the same… Spider-Man has to do it.”

You frown as you recount every moment the other you would die because of it. And you hated it. You hated that you had to watch yourself die over and over again, just because the thought of befriending that one nerd never crossed your mind.

“Anyway, point is… I’ve been through it… Miguel has caught me from that moment, and this younger me probably had their Peter do it to them too.” You smiled a little, patting your other self’s shoulder, who only scoffed and shoved your hand off. “Most likely, there is a chance that the other me’s in your own universes have done it or will eventually do it. You could say… it’s my own canon event.”

Silence engulfed the entire room after your explanation. It was a less than admirable backstory, you’ll admit, but you had no choice but to bear through it. You were the same as the other you’s — a background character, an empty shell who relied on the chance of fate in meeting the would be Spider-Man in your universe. In a sense, you were like the MJ to most Peters. Except you were the less important character, the one who only survives if you’re lucky enough; and the one whose death will just be a reminder for Spider-Man to keep doing good.

You were just a plot point for them and you’ve grown to accept that. Not so much with this other version of you, however.

You sighed and nudged your much taller friend, “Go, Miguel. You still have anomalies to catch. I’ll take care of this mess.” You said, briefly glancing at Earth-199999 you.

Miguel catches on and nods, turning to the other spiders and quickly ushers them to their own mission. He looks back at you with a tinge of worry before going on his own. Peter B. and Jess only pass by you with a good natured pat on your shoulder and a ruffle to your messy hair before they also headed on their own.

Heaving another sigh, you look at the other you, finally basking in the free atmosphere despite the fact that this other you is still grieving and drowning in their own existential crisis.

“…It’s not easy being [Name] once you found your Spider-Man. You’re thrown into a lot more wacky adventures. You’re always facing their ridiculous jokes while fighting villains. You’re the butt of every nerdy ramble. You’re forced to be the friend that has to bear through the pain of seeing your hero friend get hurt. You’re always the secret medic — patching them up at the age of sixteen or older without any intricate knowledge on sutures. You’re forced to face the fact that this limber person that you call your friend is also the one always on the brink of death trying to do good and save everyone.”

You sat down on the platform, legs dangling from the little elevated height. “Miguel and I used to argue every night because I can’t imagine seeing my friend put himself through so much. He’s an idiot… but at least he’s a good idiot. I watched him build a family, cared for him when he lost them and waited for him when he left me to replace his other self. What did you do to yours?”

Your other self finally caves and sits beside you, kicking their legs as well and laid back down, eyes staring mindlessly at the ceiling of the headquarters. “…You pretty much nailed my role about being the secret medic. He has missions that get so frighteningly deadly… I always comb through the crowd when the news is done.” They turned to you with a laugh. “I tell myself that it’s cool because… hey, I am affiliated with the Avengers, it’s easier, right? But… it gets harder when it’s him. When it’s my Peter.”

“You care a lot about him, huh?”

“…You care a lot for yours too. I think any version of us who has met him owe our lives to him… or her.” Their smile was a tad bitter, but it was clear they were slowly starting to accept the bitter fact of their existence. “…Can’t we really just warn our other selves?”

“I would want to… except… y’know… it’s really up to us.” You smile a little as you reactivated your holo screens, watching as dozens of monitors that showed the living versions of you live their best, yet stressful lives. You glided your hand a little to the side and let the footages rewind. “Most of the time, it’s us who takes the leap of faith, y’know? The one who talks to them first.”

Your younger you watches in awe as they pointed to another you, you noticed quick and enhanced that one projection, “Oh this guy… they’re my favorite version of us. They take psychology classes and made it their mission to help out this Spider-Woman. Cindy Moon was her name, I think?” You slowly drag your finger to the right and the projection fast forwards.

“Oh. They got together?” Your other self asks in wonder and you only nod.

“Believe me it took them awhile to get there.” You laugh before switching to another monitor. “I think you’ve met the Peters that have another you. Fortunately, they’re also safe and alive in their universe.”

You and your other self watched as this particular you welcomed Peter Parker from Earth-120703 back into their home, fussing a little as they patched him up quick from what seems to be another rough patrol.

“They live together?”

“It’s a strong possibility.” You laughed. You turned to your younger self and smiled, “The point is… it’s not all death around us. We still live. We live because the versions of us that take the leap of faith are the versions that live to see them flourish as Spider-Man… we watch them fall in love with their MJ or Gwen Stacy or… heck, even be the love interest all along. Didn’t you do the same? Didn’t you take the leap of faith to talk to your Peter?”

Your younger self smiles, clearly enjoying the reminiscing, “Yep… I had to. He was getting screwed over by that jerk, Flash. I had to protect him. From then on, I made sure he was always guarded on school and… well… yeah, you know what happens next. And you?”

“Oh, Miguel was a longtime friend. It’s… a lot of sob story. But we’ve just been together since then, and before I knew it, we were working together… I was convinced to study the multiverse with him and eventually… I have every conceivable universe at the tips of my fingers. And I’m not proud when I found out the basis for our existence. I was so depressed for several weeks… that if I hadn’t talked to Miguel on that one particular night, I wouldn’t have been here.”

You sighed a little, eyes returning back to the projection of the other you still patching up Peter from Earth-120703. Guessing from your glare and his wincing, the other you kept scolding at him and he was very much aware of his screwup. “But I found comfort… that there was a good chunk of us that’s living their best life now… friends with a Spider-Man or a Spider-Woman — more intimately involved with some of them even.”

“They’re the version of us that made destiny for themselves. They’re not just a plot point, they made themselves very important to their own arachnid. Because that’s who we are.” You smiled down at your younger self, who only continued to look at the projection with a fond smile. “They’re loyal to us as much as we are loyal to them once we hit that point. You just gotta trust.”

Your other self looks up at you with a comforted smile, “…Thanks. For… talking to me even though I strangled you from out of nowhere.”

“Hey, it was a first for me. But it’s good to know that you felt the same as I did. The only thing left for you is to process it naturally until you just… accept it.”

“Still doesn’t feel right to let our other selves die,” They muttered with a frown.

“It’s not our choice to make. It’s theirs. If Spider-Man’s arc is to keep trying to save everyone, our arc is to learn how to take that leap and talk to them.” You smile softly, patting their head. “We’re only given the illusion that the cause of our deaths is Spider-Man… but in the end, it’s always us.”

Your younger self sighs, “Yeah… yeah. I got that.” The both of you were silent until they finally stood up and moved their arm and the same portal emerges. You look over to see Dr. Strange waiting at the end, and… the same ‘little nerd’ that Miguel kept grousing at.

“They’ve been waiting for you.”

“Sure have.” They headed for the portal only to stop, running back to you to give you a tight hug.

You could feel the air knock out of your lungs a little before you smiled and returned the gesture, squeezing them tight in your arms. “I’m here if you need to talk, alright? Just… portal in if you really need someone who can relate to your… little multiverse situation.”

“I will,” they whispered softly. “Thanks.”

You watched as they headed into the portal, catching a glimpse of Peter from Earth-199999 catch them into a tight hug as well while Dr. Strange ruffled their hair fondly. It eventually closed and you were left in your own silence.

You settled on working on organizing files, but ever so slightly, you’d be glancing at the other monitors around you, watching the projections of the other you’s. You smiled a little, watching as your other younger self and that little nerd talk up high on a random rooftop.

The silence breaks around you when suddenly, the office is filled with chatter as soon as every single spider entered. You could feel the tiny warmth in your chest. You were only glad that you have this much friends. And that after all this time, your Spider-Man was just with you.

“Oh! The other you is gone?” You jolted to find Peni smiling up at you. You only nodded.

“Yep. It was fun to talk to another me. It gets lonely here, y’know?” You laughed, patting her head gently. You turned around to see everyone looking at you with smiles on their faces, seemingly content with their accomplished missions. “Welcome home, everyone. Good to see you all safe and sound.”

“Yeah well… if we didn’t you’d pretty much nag at us,” Gwen snorts as she heads over to give you a little hug. “So… other you finally went home?”

“Mhm… they just need a little time to process things.” Your smile was minuscule but incredibly genuine.

Miles finally comes up with the golden question, “So… about earlier… you said, your existence is consistent… as long as there is a Spider-Man, right?” He asks, hand on his hip as he looked at you with immense curiosity. You only nod at him. “Does that mean I have my own [Name] too?”

“Oh! Uh, yeah… though I’m not entirely sure how they would be in your world. You’re a special circumstance since you had a Peter before… so… it’s possible that maybe they befriended him? Or maybe… they’re just as young as you and… is probably at that crucial point in their life.”

“Do you know where the address to my [Name] is then?” Miles pulls out a random paper and pen urging you to write. “I mean, if they’re as cool as you are, then I surely wouldn’t mind meeting them.”

You blinked. “…Wait what?”

“…Right. So I just need to find you in my universe, huh?” Hobie stretches his limbs. It seems like his mind is pretty made up by then. “Cool. Time for me to break your consistent streak, yeah?”

“What—”

“Give me an address to where you live in my universe too. I’ll make sure the both of us meet,” Gwen laughs from beside you.

“Ooh! Do you think your version in my universe also likes chai?”

Suddenly, you were overwhelmed with questions from almost every other spider person in the office. There was excitement in their voices, and while you were a little overwhelmed and a little spooked by their eagerness, you found yourself warming at the thought of them wanting to take the first step for you instead. Well… for the other versions of you.

Miguel cuts in quick, “Alright that’s enough. Let’s not hassle my [Name].” He scolds, but it was clear he was smug about having his own version of you. The spider kids knew and all scoffed on their own. “It’s not like they know everything about their other selves. And don’t ask them for the address, if you wanna meet your [Name] look for them yourselves instead.”

You smiled a little, grateful for your friend’s help. They looked at you and you only shrugged, glancing at your much, much bigger best friend.

They all groaned and decided that it was for the best if they found you themselves instead. They all opted out and swung into their own universes, with a bet to see who gets to see their own version of you first.

Peter B. laughs at the youth while he played with Mayday. He looked at you with a small smile and ruffled your hair, “My [Name] is alive and well in my universe by the way. They helped me while I was in a pretty rough patch. And now, they’re the proud godparent of my little Mayday.”

Jess sighed, “…You just can’t help it can you.” She smiled at you a little, “Mine is pretty much alright too. And, I didn’t copy this from Peter but they’re also this little one’s godparent.” She chuckles as she gently pats her plump belly.

“Liar. You totally stole that from me.”

“Did not! What the heck kind of a monster wouldn’t make their best friend a godparent of their kid anyway? And I was already gonna do that before you had Mayday. My [Name] and I talked about it. Bet yours was a last minute decision.”

Peter B. only freezes up, clearly caught red-handed, he brushes it off with an awkward cough, “A-As if! We totally planned it!”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

A soft laugh emits from you as you watched the two of them argue their way out and probably into the cafeteria. You looked up at Miguel with a small smile, “I already knew their [Name] is alive in their dimension.”

“Of course you do. You’re a bit of a narcissist,” he bites back with a snarky laugh, making you pout. “So did you talk to that little nerd when your other self went back to their dimension? Did you let him have it?”

“You’re not gonna let go of that at all, are you?”

“Hey, that was singlehandedly the most stressful mission of my life.” He sighed begrudgingly, turning back to head to his dramatic platform with you following behind. “At least you were in the backseat, only tweaking the tech.”

You gasp in an overdramatic fashion, “How rude! I cannot believe you would underestimate my efforts. You’re a horrible business partner, Miguel.” You huffed out a quiet laugh. “And I deserve it, y’know? I had to put up with your awful one-liners. I think all versions of me had to. We all suffer the fate of hearing your nerdy jokes.”

He pushes at your forehead, scoffing, “Like you don’t make any.”

“Hey—!”

The entire office quiets down as the two of you finally go back to work, monitoring any anomalies that could pop out soon. It was always like this, there will always be a lingering tenderness between you and your dearest friend. You loved him above all, after all. Even with his annoyingly sarcastic personality, you still held him dear in your heart.

Your smile comes back up on your face. You could still remember that one rainy night. Way before the two of you officially committed to the name of being each other’s best friends. That one rainy night that you looked up in complete shock and awe as the masked hero of Nueva York was there, holding on tightly to your hand.

You could still hear his words;

“Are you insane?!”

And you could still here the way your trained ears immediately heard the man you’d befriended weeks ago. You looked up and there he was, the masked hero… unmasked, looking at you with anger and the kindest concern that he could muster.

Suddenly, that night you were aware that you were dangling a good hundred feet off the floor with only his hand keeping you from plummeting to death. And suddenly, you were pulled up and engulfed in his embrace.

“Thank you, Miguel… for saving me.” Your soft voice fills the silence all of a sudden and Miguel looks away from his work. You smiled up at him with love in your eyes. “You’re the best ever friend that I’ve landed in my whole existence.”

Miguel looks at you stunned, but before he can even speak, Lyla cuts in.

“Yeah, kinda hard for him to hold back when he had a massive crush on you back then.”

“Why are you like this.” Miguel doesn’t even mean it as a question at that point, but a demand and a bit of griping.

You only laughed loudly, “Did you now? How cute!” You snickered.

Lyla floats beside you, “I think he still does today. Some old feelings might’ve been ignited~” she coos, mocking and incredibly mischievous, only serving a hundred more years worth of emotional pain to poor Miguel.

“Lyla.”

“Oops, bye~”

Your smile never wavers even as Lyla disappears from sight. Though no doubt, still probably eavesdropping. You only inched nearer beside him, leaning on his side with a small smile while you looked at one monitor with another Spider-Man and another you, probably on their own mission to take down one of their sinister six.

“For what it’s worth, I think I like you too.”

Miguel briefly looks down at you before scoffing.

You miss the way his lips curl up into a fond smile.

#atsv x you #atsv x reader #atsv x male reader #atsv x gn reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x male reader #miguel o’hara x gn reader

[dc-and-arfrona]

Puppy Love

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Dick Grayson x GN!Reader

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 1.1k+

Masterlist

Summary: How does he try to convice yo uto let him keep a puppy?

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The Gotham night was alive with the usual chaos, but amidst the darkness, Nightwing stumbled upon a glimmer of unexpected joy. There, nestled in a cardboard box near a quiet alley, was a tiny, wiggling bundle of fur—a puppy.

Unable to resist its adorable face and wagging tail, he scooped up the little pup, his heart instantly captured by its innocence. As he cradled the puppy in his arms, Nightwing couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement mixed with worry. How was he going to convince his beloved partner to let him keep this little troublemaker?

The puppy, oblivious to his inner turmoil, nuzzled against his chest, its big eyes filled with trust. With a determined smile, Nightwing made his way back to their shared home, the puppy nestled safely in his jacket.

As he approached, a sly grin tugged at the corners of his lips. He had a plan—a series of silly and endearing tactics to convince his beloved partner that this puppy was meant to be a part of their lives.

Entering the room, Nightwing made sure the puppy was hidden from view, hoping to unveil the surprise at just the right moment. With a casual tone, he leaned against the doorway, feigning nonchalance.

"Hey, I've been thinking," he started, his voice laced with faux indifference. "Wouldn't it be nice to have someone to keep us company? Someone small, cuddly, and full of endless love?"

His partner glanced up from their book, curiosity evident in their eyes. "What are you getting at, Nightwing?" they asked, a playful glimmer in their gaze.

He cleared his throat, playing up the drama. "Well, during my patrols, I may have come across a small, helpless creature," he continued, feigning innocence. "And, you know, I couldn't just leave it there. It needed our help."

As if on cue, he carefully revealed the puppy, cradling it in his hands. The little furball peeked out, wagging its tail furiously, as if fully aware of the grand performance unfolding.

His partner's eyes widened in surprise, a smile tugging at their lips. "Nightwing, is that a puppy?" they exclaimed, unable to resist the adorable sight before them.

He nodded enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yes! And just look at those puppy eyes. Can you imagine a life without this fluffy ball of joy? We could be a duo—partners in crime-fighting, with the puppy as our secret weapon of cuteness."

The puppy squirmed, eager to explore its newfound surroundings. It pounced on its own tiny tail, providing a playful distraction as Nightwing continued his persuasive endeavor.

"And think of all the benefits!" he exclaimed, enumerating them with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Late-night cuddles, a loyal sidekick who can keep us company during stakeouts, and guaranteed smiles every time we come home."

His partner's resistance began to crumble, their eyes softened by the puppy's antics. "I have to admit, Nightwing, it's hard to resist that adorable face," they confessed, laughter lacing their voice.

Seizing the opportunity, he stepped closer, carefully placing the puppy in their arms. Its tiny paws fumbled for balance, finding solace and comfort in their embrace.

"It's settled then," he said, a note of triumph in his voice. "We'll give this little furball a loving home, where it can grow up alongside us, reminding us of the joys and wonders of life."

As the puppy nestled against their chest, his partner looked at him with a mixture of love and amusement. "You sure know how to win me over, Nightwing," they teased, unable to resist the magic of the moment.

He grinned, feeling a sense of triumph and contentment. "It's all part of the Nightwing charm," he replied, his voice filled with affection. "But really, it's the puppy's charm that did most of the work."

And so, with a wagging tail and a heart filled with newfound love, the dynamic duo embarked on a journey of adventures, mischief, and a bond that would only grow stronger with each passing day.

The sun beamed down upon the city, casting a golden glow over the park as Nightwing and his beloved partner set up their picnic blanket. The air was filled with anticipation and the chirping of birds, creating the perfect backdrop for a day of love and laughter.

As they settled down, the puppy scampered around, chasing its tail with unrestrained joy. Nightwing watched, a wide smile gracing his lips, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude for this precious moment.

"I'm so glad we decided to do this," Nightwing said, his voice laced with affection. "Spending quality time together like this—it's just perfect."

His partner's eyes sparkled with happiness, their gaze reflecting the love that blossomed between them. "I couldn't agree more," they replied, reaching out to gently stroke the puppy's fur. "And having this little one with us makes it even more special."

Nightwing's heart swelled with warmth as he watched their interaction. It was in this very moment that he knew he had to express the depths of his emotions, to let his partner know just how much they meant to him.

Leaning in closer, he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness, "You know, moments like this make me realize how lucky I am to have you in my life. It feels... like a family."

His partner's eyes widened, a soft gasp escaping their lips. They met his gaze, their expression a beautiful blend of surprise, joy, and love.

"Nightwing," they whispered, their voice barely above a breath, "that's one of the sweetest things you've ever said."

He reached out to take their hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. "It's the truth," he said, sincerity resonating in every word. "With you and this little ball of energy by our side, it feels like we've created something truly special—a family filled with love, laughter, and endless adventures."

Tears glistened in their eyes, reflecting the depth of their emotions. They squeezed his hand, their voice trembling with overwhelming affection. "I feel the same way, Nightwing. You and our little furry friend... you both complete my heart."

In that shared moment, amidst the idyllic setting and the presence of their adorable new addition, their connection deepened. It was as if their souls had found a home, and their love had grown roots that would flourish for years to come.

As the day unfolded, they enjoyed their picnic feast, savoring not only the delicious food but also the company they cherished. Laughter filled the air, intermingled with tender gazes and affectionate gestures.

And as the sun began its descent, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, Nightwing couldn't help but reflect on the beauty of their journey. They had come together, forming a bond that was unbreakable, and now, they had taken another step towards building a future as a family.

#nightwing x reader #nightwing x you #dick grayson x you #reader x nightwing #nightwing #dc #dc imagines #dc universe #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson imagines #nightwing imagines #robin imagines #robin x reader #robin x y/n #nightwing x y/n

[alwritey-aphrodite]

hi!! any chance that last prompt 'trips to the park' could be with our grumpy roy kent?? love your stuff SO much, you're such a star, don't worry if someone's already snapped it up <3

Ahh thank you so much!! I had an anon request the prompt with Roy as well, so obviously it was meant to be <3

2023 Summer Blurbs

Being with Roy meant spending a lot of time with his niece Phoebe, but you’d never complain at all. She’s shockingly good company for being a little girl, and you don’t think you’ve ever laughed harder than you have when you’re around her. You and Roy babysit often due to her mom’s crazy schedule, but every so often a football emergency will come up and you and Phoebe are left alone.

Today is one of those days, so of course you decide to have a girls day.

After spending a few hours looking around at Phoebe’s favorite stores and stopping at her favorite restaurant, and of course getting ice cream, you head to the park to kill a few hours until Roy can join you again.

“Should we ask Uncle Roy to buy us ice cream?” Phoebe asks as you push her on the swings, a conspiratory smile on her face.

“Do you think he’d buy it that we didn’t already get some?” You ask, even though you’re always on board, both for ice cream and for teasing Roy.

“We might as well try,” she shrugs, and right at that moment you see Roy heading towards you.

The two of you fall into a fit of giggles as he approaches, and when you notice the furrow between his brows you just laugh harder.

“What’s so fucking funny?” He asks, already pulling money out of his pocket for the swear jar.

Roy leans against the structure of the swing set, continuing to glare as the swing almost knocks you in the head as you double over in laughter. You’re not entirely sure why you’re laughing in the first place, but something about Phoebe’s giggles made you lose it and now you can’t seem to stop and poor Phoebe looks like she’s struggling for breath.

As you and Phoebe finally manage to calm your laughter and wipe the tears from your eyes, Roy raises an eyebrow at you, still waiting for an answer to his question.

“Can we stop for ice cream, Uncle Roy?” Phoebe manages to squeak out with minimal laughter and you need to fight to keep a smile off your face.

“Didn’t you already get some?” He asks in return, and you knew he’d see right through your antics but you’re too far commuted to stop now.

“Of course not,” you affirm, looking away from Phoebe because you know that if you lock eyes, you’ll just fall back into another laughing fit.

“Fine,” Roy sighs as you and Phoebe cheer, excited for the treat but also because your silly little plan worked. You know that Roy already knows you and Phoebe grabbed ice cream, he can probably see the left-over chocolate on the corner of Phoebe’s mouth, but you also know that he’d do anything to see his girls happy, even if he hides it under his gruff attitude.

So, when you and Phoebe grin triumphantly at each other with your second ice cream cone of the day in hand, Roy needs to hide his smile under a glare, but you still notice the glimmer in his eyes.

#roy kent #roy kent x reader #roy kent x you #roy kent fanfiction #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfiction #2023 summer blurbs