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For the Eddie x trans man prompt:

Eddie running his hand/fingers over readers top surgery scars while cuddling?

Embracing scars

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Eddie Diaz x trans-male!reader

Fandom: 911

Summary: You and Eddie cuddle up while he traces the shape of you top surgery scars.

Fluff

Warnings: Idk, maybe mentions of scars, mentions of transgender ?

A/n: Well, not that familiar with the community, don’t know how a transgender person feels and all, but I tried my best. I support all of you people and I admire every single one of you. I’m sorry if I didn’t make up to your expectations or if I ever made you uncomfortable or disrespected you with anything on this one, didn’t mean that.

Not edited or proofread.

Requested: yes

Words: 983

Requests open for Eddie / Buck!

Gif not mine, credits to the owner!

You and Eddie have been together for a few months now, and he couldn’t be happier. You had met through mutual friends and hit it off right away. Eddie had quickly fallen for your kind heart, infectious smile, and your shared love of music. He adored everything about you, from your quirky sense of humour to your fierce loyalty to those you loved. Eddie admired your strength and resilience, which were especially evident in the way you had bravely undergone top surgery despite the emotional and physical toll it had taken on you.

But it wasn’t until a few weeks into their relationship that you opened up to Eddie about your scars. A while ago, you underwent a gender transition and had top surgery to lessen your gender dysphoria. With Eddie, you felt secure and cherished even though you've been insecure about them. You looked up at your boyfriend, eyes full of love and gratitude, and he smiled back at you.

He had listened attentively as you told the story, never once judging or making you feel uncomfortable. In fact, Eddie had been nothing but supportive, constantly reminding you how brave you are and how much he admired you.

Eddie is tall and broad, with piercing brown eyes that seem to see straight into your soul. But it was Eddie’s kindness, patience, and empathy— always putting others before himself— that truly made you fall head over heels in love with him. He had a quiet strength about him that you found incredibly comforting, especially when he was feeling vulnerable.

Growing up in a conservative household, Eddie had never had much exposure to the community. But you had opened his eyes to a whole new world of acceptance and love. Eddie had been drawn to you from the start, and he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

As the night went on, you watched your favourite TV show and cuddled together. The evening was peaceful, with the sounds of never settled LA coming through the open window. The warm breeze brought the scent of flowers and the sound of distant traffic into the apartment, creating a cosy atmosphere.

Eddie found himself lost in thoughts, looking down at you, nestled against him on the couch. Compared to him, you are a tiny person with delicate features, as he always pointed out, that he found absolutely mesmerising. He loved how your eyes sparkled when you laughed and how your smile could light up a room.

Eddie’s hand absentmindedly stroked your body — that’s something he loves to do whenever you have the chance to be alone. Just the two of you, in your safe place.

His hand found its way over your chest, feeling the rough texture under his fingers. It wasn’t a perfect moment, but it was perfect for you. This time, he didn’t hesitate to trace his fingers over the scars when he felt you tense up. He took his time to memories the shape of your chest, to embrace you all.

You shifted in his arms, snuggling closer to him. “What are you thinking about?” you asked, looking up at him, in his soft brown eyes.

“Just how much I love you, all of you. Scars and all,” Eddie said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “And how proud I am of you for everything you’ve overcome.”

You smiled, your cheeks flushing pink. “I love you too, Eddie.” you smiled at him, “You make me feel so safe and loved.”

Eddie felt a surge of warmth in his chest at your words. He knew that he had his own flaws and shortcomings, but he tried his best every day to make you feel loved and supported. You had brought so much joy and light into his life, and he couldn’t imagine a future without you by his side.

Without saying anything more, he ran his fingers over your chest again and again, feeling the slight ridges and bumps.

Your worry that Eddie might be uncomfortable or turned off by your scars dissipated in the air with every touch. With every kiss placed on top of them.

Eddie leaned in and whispered softly, “You’re so beautiful.” he kissed your lips, “So, so beautiful.” his lips moved down and down until your whole body was covered in kisses.

You have never felt more seen or accepted in your life. When you glanced over at Eddie, you could feel the love radiating from his eyes. You leaned in and pressed your lips to his, the warmth and tenderness of the kiss filling you both with joy and contentment.

“I don’t really like people staring at my chest.” you chuckled, your hand caressing his hair.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or something.” he pulled away, scratching the back of his neck.

“No, no. I love when you do that!” you reassured. Eddie smiled, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close.

You snuggled up against him, feeling safe and loved. Eddie knew that your scars were just a part of who you are, and he wouldn’t have you any other way. You’re perfect just the way you are, and he would protect you with everything he had, and love you with all his heart.

Los Angeles at night is a vibrant and bustling city, with warm lights glowing from the windows of buildings and the sound of people going about their business creating a cozy atmosphere that makes you feel like you're part of something bigger. Despite the busyness, there's a sense of warmth that permeates the air, inviting you to join in on the excitement of the night.

As you stood there, feet tangled, head on his chest, listening to his heartbeats, you knew you’ve found your forever in him. And in that moment you knew you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than his arms.

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Title: online safety class

Fandom: the rookie

Pairing: Tim Bradford x male reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: omegaverse, male reader, Omega male reader, mentions of heat, swearing

Summary: being one of the few omegas in the department, (name) didn't fuck around especially being head of cyber security and coming into work he's forced to give a lesson on online safety

Notes:

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Eyes turned to the mysterious figure wnovwalked in sporting Sunglasses, hoodie with a dress shirt and black skinny jeans all while sipping boba. He was a pretty thing, delicate looking with sharp eyes while he takes in the department "who is that?" Lucy asked softly, looking at Angela and Tim who stared down the other "(name), he's head of cyber security and occasionally he helps out in the call room--- only if absolutely necessary" Angela said seriously, the Alpha woman not taking her eyes off the Omega who locked eyes with her from behind his sunglasses.

"Why haven't we ever seen him?" Jackson asked curiously, he wouldn't admit it but the energy the Omega radiated was a bit intimidating, the Alpha had never been intimidated by an Omega like this before and frankly he didn't know what to do with it. "He doesn't go on field and he's usually locked away in his hobbit hole" Tim stated simply and (name) tilted his head at the militant alpha and simply sipped up a few boba pearls and wandered off.

"He seems nice!" Nolan said not quite reading the situation correctly and seeing the best in everyone "he's something" Angela said with a lace of sarcasm before making Jackson follow her to go take their seats for the morning briefing.

(Name) Was a ghost in the department, rarely seen and only heard if something and happened or for a meeting-- frankly everyone just let him do his shit and lead his small team of nerds. He was one of the few omegas in the entire department and he made sure he wasn't to be fucked with and thus earning the nickname 'ice prince' and his cold and distant nature didn't help with the nickname.

Tim stared off where he walked before walking off, Lucy following nervously.

-

(Name) Plopped into his chair, setting his drink on a coaster on his desk and looking around at the quiet security department, it wasn't the biggest room but he argued hard to let them get the best tech to do their jobs (a bit of a lie since they didn't need fancy gaming computers but damn they looked nice compared to the dated office ones). The office was tidy, (name) was big on messes and didn't tolerate crumbs 'crumbs attract pests and pests destroy our time and our resources' were his rules and and he made sure they were followed strictly but to not seem like a complete stickler, he managed to get the empty storage room to be converted into the departments breakroom and kept it stocked with plenty of snacks and foods.

Only thing allowed at desks were non spillable drinks that were sealed or strawed and thus started (name)s boba addiction.

Turning on his computer, he signed in with an overly complicated password and immediately went to his email and looked through the countless emails and replied with simple and professional answers before noticing something from the captain marked 'MEETING' and quickly opened it "teaching the rookies cyber security in their shops....? Gotta be kidding me" he grumbled and stood up and walked out with his drink and tablet, sunglasses off as he actually respected Captain Anderson.

She was one of the four omegas in the building and he actually enjoyed being around her.

He briskly walked through the building and ignored any stares or whispers before getting to the briefing room and knocked twice before opening the door "there you are, was wondering when you would show" Captain Anderson stated calmly and the cops looked at him with various looks, some curious, some intrigued by the pretty Omega and some seemed annoyed by his very existence though (name) didn't even acknowledge anyone in the room outside of the Sarge and Captain "why don't you just look like sunshine incarnate" Grey teased and (name) blinked his eyes lazily "everyone, this is (name), he's head of cyber security and he's gonna be teaching you all how to not get scammed and destroy your issues phones with viruses"

"And please note, security and I.T can see everything you look up on those phones and yes that means content that should definitely not be seen during work hours" he said calmly and tapped a few buttons on his tablet "as you all saw on your schedules, this is a planned meeting though a surprise for me but fret not as I do this yearly" he said and set his drink on the podium much to Grey's annoyance "captain, do you know what the most common ways a police phone gets hacked into?" The Omega glanced over to the Omega woman with his usual intensity but with a kindness behind his eyes and the Captain spoke confidently "malware and spyware typically due to phishing or outdated software" her words simple and clear cut through the room "correct!" And with another tap to the screen, examples of phishing emails showed on the screen.

Bradford raised his hand and (name) raised his eyebrow "yes, officer Bradford?" His voice calm and a bit bored as if he expected this "half of us don't need this, why do we have to be here?"

"First, this is mandatory so if I have to be here so do you and second no one is immune to being hacked so we are all going to use our listening ears and learn how to not get all of our personal data and this police departments data stolen, ok? Good! And save future questions for the end please"

It was funny seeing Bradford put in his place by the Omega, the Alpha staring at (name) with an annoyed expression but anyone who knew him would know there was more to that stare than annoyance.

It was a well known secret that Bradford and (name) had a complicated relationship, it was mostly hate with vicious mockery masked with flirting and there may or may not be a betting pool on who would confess to who. "Officer Nolan, can you spot the mistakes this Officer made in their email to this scam bot?" (Name) Asked simply and officer Nolan scanned the email intently and spoke with a sense of uncertainty "he added his personal phone number? And he mentioned the area he lived in?"

"Correct but you missed one thing, he used his private phone" (name) pointed down to the 'sent from Android' at the bottom "my team works very hard to make those work phones of yours damn near impossible to hack, any work emails are to be sent from those or the work computers, do not risk your personal data because of this job"

(Name) Continued on and grilled a few officers for their lack of attention or snide answers, by the end a few officers left with their tails between their legs and (name) gained a few more people who were intimidated by him.

After the meeting, he was surprised when the rookies came up to him "If this is about me fighting the vending machine you didn't see that" (name) said seriously and Lucy shook her head "n-no, we just wanted to know how we can protect ourselves with our devices better? Your presentation really opened our eyes at how easy people can hack into our stuff or sell our data"

(Name) Was pleasantly surprised, most of the time people just brushed him off for being young or being an Omega "that is actually easy-- here is a list of softwares that can help" he wrote them down on a notepad on the podium and handed it to Lucy "I'm not writing it down three times so share that, anyways I'm happy you liked it because you will see it next year" he said simply before wandering off, probably to go raid snacks from the communal kitchen.

"What a weird guy" Nolan said simply and Jackson nodded "he's definitely one odd Omega"

-

It was late, (name) was hunched over his desk working away when the door creaked open and lifting his eyes briefly to see Bradford "your shift ended two hours ago" he said simply and (name) snorted "I'm almost done"

"Save your work and let's go, we gotta prep remember?"

(Name) Grumbled and saved his stuff, the officer already grabbing his belongings for him "thought I was gonna have to drag your behind out of here" he teased the Omega who let the Alpha drape an arm around him when he wandered over "not the first time" "and definitely not the last, brat" the two walked out and (name) allowed himself to relax a little bit, body losing its tension while they went through the building, night shift coming in and barely passing them a glance, too busy getting ready and to anyone it would seem like Bradford was just annoying (name).

Especially because they argued the whole way about being able to drive.

"I am perfectly capable of driving"

"You say that yet you're practically passing out, shut up and let me help you"

"Why do you have to be like this?"

Chen and Jackson watched with snickers as the two argued, (name) clearly exhausted but still fighting the other who actuality decided to help each other.

(Name) Fell into the passengers seat and buckled himself in, Bradford getting into the drivers seat and watched (name) almost pass out in the seat "you did good with that presentation today" the Alpha murmured to the Omega who gazed back at him sleepily "even though you didn't want to be there?"

"I didn't want to relearn it, nothing about not wanting to see your fine ass grill my boot"

"She had the fear of God struck into her..." (Name)s voice slurred a bit and the Alpha chuckled "she sure did"

The streets were dark while (name) slept, Bradford was thankful his mate was finally getting some relaxation especially with the insanity that had been going on in their lives and the upcoming heat that had given (name) a fair amount of anxiety as it was the first one without surpessants in six months.

Tim carried the Omega into the house, Kojo looking at them confused and followed the Alpha to the bedroom where (name) was placed carefully into the bed, Kojo crawling in behind the Omega and snuggling with a relaxed sigh "you watch him ok, bud? I just gotta do some stuff" the dog didn't reply obviously but proceeded to close his eyes and stay with the human.

Tim grabbed blankets and his dirty laundry, water bottles already sitting in the bedroom and their mini fridge stocked with fruits and snacks.

(Name) Was snoring when he returned, completely out cold and snuggled so sweetly.

After everything was brought in, Tim changed into loose clothes knowing it won't stay on for long once the heat kicks in, Angela agreeing to take Kojo the following day just to be safe.

Kojo hopped off the bed when the Alpha got into bed, deciding to go sleep on his plush bed in the corner. Sniffing (name)s neck, the Alpha peppered a few kisses along his mating bite before holding him close and slowly closing his eyes, at work they kept their relationship downlow for (name)s safety but at home?

He would kiss and worship the very existence of his mate.

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So precious 💕

"In a world where you can be anything......

..............be kind"

Pt1 Pt2 This is part three. Girlscout reader! III

If someone asked you what the cutest thing in the world was you'd probably say otters ,or pandas depending on the day.

But as Bruce looks at you from across the table he could almost swear on all his money that nothing in all the world was cuter then you.

You ate happily and babbled about your favorite Powerpuff girl not noticing the tense atmosphere he and your mother noticed because of their disagreement moments ago.

It was funny how one moment you had been dropped off to sell your girlscout cookies like usual. And the next you have a billionaire super hero absolutely wrapped around your finger.

But you pay no mind to that fact as you continue with your ranting and your mother doesn't seem to stop as she peaceful eats her food.

This must be normal for the both of you Bruce's thinks to himself.

Both talking -well more like you talking but her listening to your every word. Even as you talked about things that didn't make a link of sense she'd happily agree with you as she ate her food.

You and your mother must've had dinner together every day. That was pretty clear on how natural this seemed for two of you. Bruce never had all his kids at dinner. And on the rare occasions that he did it'd always end in a fight or disagreement.

But you and your mother had none of that. No, this dinner was very diffrent then the dinner that took place at the manor. This dinner was...calm.

Even if the food would in Bruce's eyes be considered a 'struggle meal' and nothing like the lavish food Alfred prepares ,you both ate it happily. Just grateful that you both had food. Watching the small interaction of how you and your mother were content with your small life simple life Bruce had begun feeling overwhelmed with.....jealousy?

Some might laugh at the thought a billionaire being jealous of a nurse that make minum wage and her daughter? What foolishness they might think.

But it was clear as day to Bruce how jealous he truly was and if you or your mother had known him well enough you'd see it too.

His jaw was clenched tight something that not even his kids worst attitude could bring was the lump in the back at his throat from trying not to scoff.

What would he scoff at? He doesn't even know but he was angry. Not at you or your mother but at himself.

Because he's one of the richest men in the world and yet he can't have what you and your mother so simply have.

A simple dinner with his family.

"Who's your favorite my little pony character?!"

Your excited voice and question snaps Bruce out of his trance.

"I...I've never watched that movie." Bruce says which earns an amused laugh from your mother and a fits of giggles from you.

"My little pony isn't a movie ,silly!" You pause and think to yourself before you continue.

"Well it does have some movies ,I guess..." You mutter the last part looking deep in thought almost like you couldn't decide if my little pony was a show or movie.

But Bruce just felt like an idiot. Especially because he could see your mother trying to muffle her laughs. I mean I how was he supposed to know it was a show? He has all sons! And they literally never watch TV with him anyway....

The dinner went on almost in peaceful silence other then you babbling about just about anything.

And though the dinner isn't as extravagant as his usual dinners he finds himself becoming addicted to love ombroded into it.

It was a simple life you and your mother lived and probably a hard one too. But Bruce couldn't deny the fact of how the family atmosphere in your house. Or the way you respected and loved your mother.

No matter how bruce looked at it your house unlike the manor at times was a home.

Not a nice or big one but a home.

The dinner has soon came to an end and despite Bruce's disappointment it was time for him to leave.

You hugged him right before he left looking up at him with big puppy dog eyes.

"I'll see you Saturday...." You say quietly and he smiles softly at your words. It was like one of his kid actually wanted to see him. It was like you were already one of his kids.

Your mother holds the door open for him and as he's walking out he can't help but think.... how can he just willingly leave you without a fight?

But the cruel reality of you not being his child hits him. But still.....so he thinks fast. And before your mother can close the door he puts his foot infront stopping it from closing.

"Actually....my..my sons birthday is tomorrow....I'd love if you guys could come." Bruce says and now he's the one looking at your mother with pleading eyes.

Hoping she wouldn't deny the offer. She sighs and you know that sigh. She's about to say no. So just like bruce you think fast!

"Can we please go mommy? Tomorrow's Sunday you don't have work and I don't have school... pleaseeeeeeeee?" You whine and beg.

And she curses your smart brain for memorizing her schedule before she sighs but this time it's a defeated sigh and you smile knowing you won.

"I'll think about it....it'll be at your house right?"

Your mother says already dreading the thought. And Bruce nods with his charming smile. "Yep 2pm....don't be late." He says smiling as he turns around acting like he already one. (Which he kinda did.)

Your mother scoffs watching him walk off like he made a statement.

"Idiot." Your mother mutters under hear breath but she smiles as she hears your excited squel.

"We gotta go mama! We gotta!"

And gosh she can practically already see your happy smile before she even turns around.

But she isn't complaining especially when your this happy.

Much to your mother's dismay you and your mother are both standing outside with a gift bag in hand outside the manor the next day.

It's a pretty gloomy day so it's obvious the parties inside. Your mother is pretty confused as to why there's really no one here because the son of a billionaire has a birthday party and there's not hundreds of people? That's crazy...and very unusual.

But she ignores that as the door opens and you both see the big kiddish birthday banner that's hung up near the chandelier.

"I'm so glad you two could make it....please come in." The sweet old butler you had told your mother so much about says.

And you were right he does seem pretty sweet your mother thinks. Walking in ,there seems to be about two or three other family's inside but other then that it's just you guys and the Wayne's.

You look around excited and let go of your mother's hand before she can react.

"Kitty!" You yell squealing as you chase the cat to the kitchen.

Your mother tries to grab you but stops when she sees its useless. Bruce seeing the whole interaction walks up to your mother before she can go looking for you.

"She'll be fine..." Bruce says before clearing his throat. "I'm...um glad you two could make it." He says his usual confidence faltering.

Your mother bods giving a awkward smile.

You on the other hand are having an absolutely wonderful time as you pick up the surprisingly calm cat.

"Good kitty..." You say softly to the cat as you gently rub its back not noticing the confused and slightly irritated preteen walking up to you.

"He's not a kitten anymore. He's a cat." Damian says sternly looking at you up and down trying to figure out who you were.

"All cats are basically kitties...." You say and damian looks at you like your ridiculous because to him you are.

Dick the ever golden child tries to defuse the fight before it happens.

"Hey there sweetheart....who's your parents?" He asks putting a hand on Damians shoulder to calm him.

"Yes who is your parents? I specifically told father ,I didn't want anyone other then family at my party." Damian says before you can answer.

You giggle as the cat begins to purr from you rubbing it.

Looking at you and your behavior Dick can't help but guess.

"Is your dad Clark? Like Clark kent? You don't look like him...did he adopt you?"

You giggle again at their confused faces and shake your head.

"No? Well thats unfortunate.....Clark usually has the happy kids....anyway who is your parents then?" Dick says now very curious.

Now you have Damian and Dick both curious but before you can respond Bruce steps up out of nowhere.

"This is the kid I was telling you guys about....remember?" Bruce says putting a hand on your shoulder and you look up at him smiling. Which really throws them off.

"Bruce...can I talk to you for a moment?" Dick says sounding worried. And Bruce nods confused did you not make a good first impression?

Walking to the side Dick speaks up.

"So that's the kid your planning on adopting?"

"Yes....is there a problem?" Bruce says utterly confused.

"Well no....but usually the kids you adopt...are different....." Dick says motioning his hand around to make a point.

"Well yes she will be the first girl but...."

"No she's the first kid not traumatized ,father." Damian says interrupting Bruce.

"Oh......."

Bruce takes a good glance back at you as you carefully continue petting the cat with a smile....yeah you were definitely different then his other kids....

"Well I think it's a good thing!" Tim says with a smile popping out of nowhere.

"The hell did you come from?" Dick says taken back.

"Don't ask stupid questions." Tim says rolling his eyes.

"I just told her about quantum physics and she actually listened! She didn't call me lame or anything! She actually told me I was smart like twilight...and I have no idea who that is....but they sound smart!" Tim says happily as if he just won the lottery.

"See atleast one of you already likes her." Bruce says trying to lighten the mood.

"I don't not like her....I just didn't know you chose her is all...." Dick says shrugging.

"Impossible" Damian says and all eyes turn to him.

"What's impossible?" Dick questions.

"That." Damian says pointing to you.

And low and behold what you are currently doing is nearly impossible. You still holding the calm cat in your arms have begun talking to the one an only red hood. Or like he told you Jason Todd.

And not only are you talking you have him....smiling? Damian is right.....it's impossible.

"When the hell did he get here?" Tim asks confused.

To which dick shrugs and replies.

"I stopped asking those stupid questions a long time ago."

Bruce just stares in disbelief...and happiness.

"That's no fair...he's stealing my future favorite sibling away from me!" Tim say throwing his arms up dramatically.

Damian scoffs rolling his eyes.

"Oh please drake don't humor us. Everyone knows that she'll favor me."

"And how exactly are you sure of that little wing? I mean the youngest usually favor the oldest...." Dick says with a mocking smile.

"Well she is holding my cat." Damian retorts.

"That doesn't count." Tim says putting his hand on his hips.

"Well it looks like she already has a favorite...." Bruce says looking as he looks at you and jason from afar... It was a quiet a sight a big druglord smiling and having a calm conversation with a little girl in a puffy pinky dress.

But Bruce loved the fact that you and jason were getting along and he could see why. You had that special spark about you. That made you light up a room...just like jason had when he was robin......

Jason finally seeing that the others are watching him he kindly ends your conversation and walks over to them.

"Who's the kid?" Jason says gesturing back to you as you continue petting Alfred the cat.

"That's the kid Bruce plans to adopt." Dick say with a smug like smile.

Jason's eyes narrow but not enough to be considered a glare. "Hell no, Bruce." Jason says his voice firm and Bruce shoots him a puzzled look.

"Not that one....you don't get to ruin that one." Jason says and Bruce can't hide the fact that Jason's words sting.

"Don't be ridiculous Todd...it's already being done." Damian pipes up clearly eager to have you in the family.

"Actually no it's not....this one actually has a family....a mom. A good one too." Tim says in a 'know it all way'.

"Well that can be easily fixed....." Damian whispers shrugging as if it's simple problem.

"You see what I mean! Even the biological one is fucked up!" Jason says pointing at Damian.

"Now let's all calm down... I'm sure Bruce has a good reason why he feels the need to adopt her." Dick says trying and failing to calm everyone down.

"Is her mom abusive?"

"A drug addict?"

"Neglective?"

"Irresponsible?"

"Well no.....she's a good mother..." Bruce says awkwardly. Rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"Have you ever heard the term if it's not broke don't fuckin try and fix it!?" Jason says sighing and rubbing his face.

"Alfred wants her too." Bruce defends quickly.

All eyes turn to him in shock. Because Alfred had never told bruce to adopt one of them. Sure Alfred loved all of them the second they stepped foot in the manor but he had never told Bruce to get them.

"Your lying....." Dick mutters in disbelief.

"Sadly he is telling the truth." Alfred says walking up to them.

"Well I change my mind. I'm in." Jason's says which makes everyone more confused.

"Why are you in now?" Tim asks.

"Well if Alfred wants her....she must be pretty special." Jason says shrugging.

"She indeed is." Alfred clarifies with a smile.

"In what ways is she exactly 'special'." Damian questions confused.

"I believe she could....fix us." Alfred says nonchalantly.

".......huh?"

"Alfred's right.....we could use some help...." Bruce says nodding.

"Well I won't speak for all of you ,but I do speak for myself when I say I personally don't see anything wrong with me." Damian says raising his eyebrows silently daring anyone to tell him he's wrong.

"You literally just offered to kill the girls mom so we could adopt her." Dick says shaking his head like a disappointed mother.

"I was trying to be a good big brother ,and offer assistance. You should try it some time ,grayson." Damian says scoffing.

"See what I mean where fucked up!" Jason says groaning and shaking his head.

"Well I wouldn't say she'd be helping us improve. I prefer to call it needing light in a time of darkness." Alfred says calmly putting his hands together but he isn't looking at any of them.

They all trace his gaze and look the way he's looking which leads back to you.

Looking back at you they see your mother already scolding you for running off but there's no true bite behind her words and they can tell.

I mean who could yell at you when your pouting so cutely?

"What about the mom?" Jason asks not taking his eyes off of you.

"Like I said that can be arranged."

"No Damian!" They all say in sync.

"Well then pennyworth....since this is your idea. What do you suggest?" Damian asks quietly so you and your mother don't hear.

Now all eyes are on Alfred but Alfred doesn't take his eyes off of your mother.

And like always the butlers words are calm ,and surprise everyone.

"Marriage."

Thanks for reading!!

Likes reblogs and comments are appreciated!!

Notes: this is not proofread please do not judge!

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So cute🩵

Bat x Family ("A Family Meeting...Sort Of")

a/n: Once again, I forgot to update within the week. I'm ready for any punishment you have for me! Also, did the Batfam seem awkward? I usually don't right all of them together. (///￣ ￣///)

TW: Slight mention of starvation of children (no deaths though!)

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Anya Forger! Child! Reader x Yandere! Platonic! Batfam

When Bruce called for a “family meeting”, Dick only had half an idea of what it was about.

More than likely, it had something to do with the trafficking bust that happened less than a week ago. The one that Jason seemed to fumble, despite his protests that the place had been cleared out before he even reached the location. Supposedly, the “product” had been left without food or water for an undisclosed amount of time before the GCPD had gotten a lead, but there had miraculously been no deaths.

That being said, Red Hood wasn’t the only one to drop the ball.

The breakout from Arkham had involved more major threats and the consensus had been that resources would be better allocated to that issue, above everything else. Or, to put more bluntly, the trafficking business, while urgent, just wasn’t to be prioritized at the moment. Which would eventually bite them in the butts later.

Through police contacts, the grapevine, and the ravenous media, Dick had heard less than stellar remarks on the poor handling of it all. Many papers and news outlets were questioning the lack of urgency from the GCPD and the Bats, seeing as some of the most vulnerable people of society’s lives had been put at stake yet appeared to not be on they’re radar. Not to mention the main perpetrators had slinked away unscathed.

So, if Bruce was going to ream them over the poor handling of the case, Dick was more than ready to take it on the chin. Even if the others weren’t.

Which is why when he reached the parlor, Dick was met, not unsurprisingly, with chaotic arguing.

“-admit it, Todd, you failed.” Damian’s resolute assertion was the first thing Dick heard but it was soon followed by–

“Listen, you damn demon brat, I told you already–” Jason was cut off, by Duke trying to placate them all.

“Look, guys, no one expected this, alright? You can’t blame him for that.”

“Incompetence doesn’t justify failure. It was in his territory, so it was his responsibility.” Damian argued just as Tim added his two cents.

“Yeah, but why are we all here, anyway? If he has something to say, he can just say it to Jay, right?” He groaned, rubbing his temple while nursing a cup of coffee. No steam, so they must have been at it for a while.

“Maybe he needs all hands on deck for it or something?” Steph chimed in, lounging on one of many seats, back leaning on one armrest while her legs hung over the other.

Cass simply observed the carnage from the side.

“Hey, hey, look we all messed up, alright?” Dick chided gently, with his trademarked golden boy smile as he stepped fully into the parlor, ”Let’s just see what Bruce wants, okay?”

Someone had to play peacemaker, since it looked like Duke was fighting for his life and Alfred was nowhere to be seen. 

“I hardly see where I–” Daminan started.

“Listen, we all could’ve done better,” Dick reiterated, “We’ll just hear him out and see how we can make this better.”

“I kind of doubt that’s possible” Barbara spoke up, on her laptop and scanning the various pages scrolling across the screen. “This is a bit of a–”

“Shitshow?” Jason prompted.

“Yes,” She sighed, before adding on, “No perps, and the place was, apparently, cleaned out before they got there. The GCPD is still scanning for anything, to be honest, but it’s not looking good.”

Barabara’s olive green eyes soon grew darker as she continued,

“Some of the kids were in critical condition.”

A hush fell over the room, smothering any irritation under a somber atmosphere. 

Just then, the door opened once again and Alfred, proper as ever, strolled in amidst the cold tension, seemingly none the wiser. If anything, the butler almost looked…amused?

“Master Wayne would like to apologize, but it seems he is…preoccupied at the moment.”

“The hell? He’s the one who called us” Jason grouched, flopping down on an armchair. 

 “Yes, but something of utmost importance has come to his attention.”

A sort of sharpness tinged the atmosphere, as they all tensed in anticipation. 

‘What could be so important?’, They all thought.

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Bruce was not prepared for this.

He was not prepared for any of this.

 Bruce was ready to leave you to your show�� a loud sort of spy cartoon? –but you had other plans, charging him as soon as the words “I have an errand to run” left his lips.

“An adventure!” You cried excitedly, latching onto his suit’s pant leg. “Lemme come!”

“Wha–? No, it’s an errand.” He repeated, trying to slip from your grasp. However, it proved to be far stronger than he expected, as you clung onto his leg even when he swung it to-and-fro rather inelegantly. 

‘I need to get to the cave with the others. Alfred can probably keep her away long enough for me to give them the rundown.’ Bruce sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“I wanna go with Papa!” You cheered once again, your small hands leaving wrinkles in his pant leg.

“You’ll be bored” Bruce tried to reason with you, “Just stay and watch your show.”

‘She can’t get anywhere near the Batcave.’

And he failed. Spectacularly.

“No, no, no!” You exclaimed, climbing higher up his leg to cling off his waist, “I wanna be with Papa!”

‘This is illogical. Why is she so attached to me right when she got here?’  

You beamed up at him, shamelessly hanging off him like a juvenile monkey from a less than willing tree, “Please?”

“(Name)–” Bruce sighed again.

“Pretty please?” You emphasized in a drawn out whine.

While he was far from a master negotiator, Bruce fully believed he could hold his own in terms of brokering a deal. The social minefield of Gotham’s elite proved to be a formidable challenge time and time again, while the overt battleground of it’s underbelly remained default even for the most hardened of individuals. 

That being said, Bruce Wayne would not fold to a six year-old.

“Papa!”

He would not fold.

- - - - - - - - - - -

Dick stared at him.

Bruce stared past him, through the open doorway.

The parlor remained quiet, but the it’s inhabitants faces spoke volumes:

Alfred contained a chuckle behind a cough and his fist.

Tim raised an eyebrow over his cup of coffee, frozen just before taking a sip.

Jason, faced away from the door itself, did a double take upon shooting a glance over his shoulder. 

Duke’s face seemed to be caught between a gawking expression of shock and a nervous laugh.

Cass–stoic and steely eyed Cass– betrayed the slightest widening of her eyes.

Steph hid a bemused and bewildered sort of smirk behind her hand.

Damian looked aghast, bordering on disgusted.

And Barbara? She simply looked at him over the rim of her glasses.

All the while, you grinned quite triumphantly in his arms, balanced on his hip.

“Uh, B? You got a little–” Dick pointed and Bruce immediately cut him off.

“Yes, I know.” He asserted.

You grinned mischievously as a satisfied giggle escaped you.

“Everyone… this is (Name).”

a/n: Start of the Batfam shenanigans! Hope you stick around to see more! (´｡• ᵕ •｡) ♡

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𖥻 Dino Kid !

Me if you even care :3

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𖥻 Shark Kid !

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Blue Clue’s outfit 🐶🩵

The designs on the shirt and shoes are stickers from the editing app.

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breathes, I need to make a masterlist for DC. Writing Batfam is becoming too fun 

*I don't own DC also reader is gender neutral. this could be applied to yandere batfam as well, i think*

Bruce, Batfam and baby! Reader would be fun to watch. This man raised children but apparently having a baby in the house made him realize that he still has a lot to learn. Reader arrives at the estate as a baby after their mom (ex fling) decides that it will be better if they will be with Bruce instead.  

If this man’s sleep schedule was bad before, now it's abysmal. It was so bad that Batfam had to step in. Baby! Reader cries at 3 a.m. and before Bruce can even stand up he sees Jason at the dark corner of the room telling him to go back to sleep because Dick already has it handled. I love the idea of baby reader’s crib being in Bruce’s room because it will be easier to reach the crying baby reader at night that way. 

There’s no such thing as too much clothes. Batfam sees something cute or a baby clothing, they are buying it. Damian is partial towards stuffed animals and he will deny it but Bruce had seen him bonding with by reading animal related baby books. I also see Damian as a possessive brother in the sense that once they have their hands on  baby! reader, they will never let anyone else hold them. Not even Bruce. 

Batfamily had to now pack another shirt whenever they go outside with baby!reader or else they’ll be coming home wet with baby drool. Every Batsibling has their alarm clocks and they’ll always fight each other on who gets to feed the baby reader. Alfred wins most of the time because the siblings get too caught up in the fighting; they just forget about feeding the baby. 

Jason will nonstop troll Bruce for sure. Bruce will be entering the dining hall all tired with baby reader in his arms and Jason will be singing, ‘A single mom who works two jobs’ meme until Bruce glares at him or tells him to stop. Coffee supply on the estate doubles because Tim is not the only one addicted now, Bruce too. 

Superhero themed onesies are banned inside the house because it became a mini competition between the batfam but don’t let anyone know that Bruce kept a Batman bib. Every bedroom is baby proofed because each sibling just loves to monopolize baby readers. 

Galas are now fun. The batfam who previously avoids galas like it’s a plague now from time to time pops in to say that Bruce is gonna be late because either baby reader got into a teeny tiny accident and needed to be changed or baby reader got into Stephanie’s make up kit and needed to be wiped clean. 

The idea of a baby!reader learning how to crawl and walk is funny too. Bruce just constantly stressed out because his little baby just disappears and then comes back in the arms of a sibling who told him that they crawled to their room. Baby reader sees older siblings training and they’ll be trying to replicate it (with the siblings making sure it won’t be dangerous of course). Just imagine Dick’s social media with a picture of him stretching and baby reader (face covered for privacy) next to him replicating it. 

Batfam was overprotective before and it became more protective now. Tim will always be quick to cover baby!reader’s face when the siblings  are out in public say for ice cream or a little shopping trip. Securities are doubled too. If one sibling is taking baby reader out, another one will be following behind and the others are on the roof.  No baby photos because let’s face it, one quick photo can land on a random newspaper and some villains might get their hands on a copy. 

Damian will always be quick to pull away baby!reader on galas especially when Bruce is surrounded by women who try flirting with him using their ‘maternal’ skills. Passing baby!reader around the gala are not allowed unless Bruce himself lets the person hold the baby!reader. 

Imagine one day Batman goes to a Justice League meeting with the baby! Reader strapped on their chest because apparently the batfam is busy and Alfred is on vacation. If Bruce only knew that the batfam lied because the JL wants to meet the baby reader. Did Justice League got overboard with the Christmas gifts the next year? Shhh… we don’t talk about that, the impromptu storage room is still full.

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🧚 WanderingElvis' Masterlist 🧚

Click here to be added to my taglist. Elvis Imagines 1. Elvis comforts innocent!reader (Requested)

2. Meeting Gladys & Graceland (Requested)

3. Elvis comforts innocent!reader, part 2 (Requested)

4. Elvis takes care of reader when she's on her period (Requested)

5. Elvis tries to fix readers wardrobe malfunction... and fails (Requested)

6. The Memphis Mafia starts questioning reader about sex until Elvis intervenes (Requested)

7. Elvis asks the local bookworm to the school dance (Requested)

8. Yandere!Elvis isolates and traps Naive!Reader in Vegas (Requested)

9. Sugar Daddy!Elvis takes Innocent!Reader shopping (Requested)

10. Elvis helps Innocent!Reader bake some cupcakes for the Mafia

11. Elvis manipulates Innocent!Reader into the ‘little’ lifestyle - part one

12. Innocent!Reader tries to prove to Elvis she's not as innocent as she seems but it backfires

13. ALTERNATIVE ENDING TO #12: Innocent!Reader falls into little headspace after her first orgasm from Elvis

14. Someone tries to take advantage of Innocent!Reader and Elvis doesn't let it slide

15. Shy!Reader meets Elvis at Graceland for the first time and when a storm happens and reader gets scared, there’s only one person awake to comfort her

16. Elvis takes care of Innocent!Reader with PTSD after she gets frightened

Elvis Fanfictions

Sparkly Little Thing 🧚✨ | A Yandere!Elvis fic

Chapter One - The Party

Elvis Headcanons

CG!Elvis feeds Little F!Reader

2. CG!Elvis and Little F!Reader's bedtime routine

3. How Elvis treats Innocent F!Reader in public

4. 70s Elvis and his dumb, sweet, girlfriend

5. Elvis and reader who doesn't understand social cues

6. The Memphis Mafia's sinful feelings for Innocent!Reader

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chubby chaser

Pairing: Michael Jackson x plus-size!fem!reader

Synopsis: just mike having a strong preference for chubby women. <3

Word Count: 1k

Requested: yes/no (one of you gave me an idea for this a while back)

Author’s Note: this is for my fellow softies! love y'all

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This man has been into fuller women all his life.

He cannot quite pinpoint when this so-called preference began, yet he vividly remembers his entire family teasing him about it.

Once, during his childhood, he stumbled across a pinup magazine featuring a drawing of a fat woman. Captivated, he quickly cut out the picture and tucked it neatly into his notebook. Each afternoon after school, this adorable fool would pull it out and stare at it, daydreaming instead of completing his homework.

The peace didn’t last long though. One day, his mother, Katherine, discovered the picture while tidying up. She chuckled, thinking it harmless, and set it conspicuously on his desk. That’s when chaos truly ensued. Marlon barged into the room unannounced, as was his habit, and immediately spotted it. Oh, it was over for little Mike. The relentless teasing that followed could fill a book.

“Damn, Mike, we didn’t know you were into fuller gals,” Jermaine said with exaggerated emphasis, holding the picture for the other brothers to see.

 “What’s this, Mike? Planning your future with Miss Chubby Cheeks?” Tito teased, grinning ear to ear. He was mortified, face burning red as his brothers howled with laughter. 

Naturally he got embarrassed from their teasing yet it didn't make him any less ashamed of what he was into. 

Always ran after the rounder girls in school.

It crushed him every time they turned him down.

Poor thing couldn’t comprehend that being into softer girls wasn’t mainstream.

As he grew older, his innocent admiration evolved into a more passionate, teenage longing.

His once puppy eyed stares grew more sinful as his hormones kicked in.

The urge to kiss soft, chubby cheeks turned into a desire to bury his face in full, ample tits and to grip meaty love handles. 

Every time a curvy girl walked by, his breath would hitch, his gaze following the hypnotic sway of wide hips and jiggling bellies.

But even in his late teens, the frustration mounted. Porn magazines, ubiquitous among his peers, featured nothing but slim women. Respect them though he did, they simply didn’t ignite his imagination. leaving him to rely on his thoughts , filthy thoughts might I add.

Often imagining a fuller girl astride him, her soft body bouncing as she rode him, her weight pressing him into the mattress. His fantasies would leave him fisting his stiff cock fast like a mad man.

As he moved onto his solo career, away from his brothers, he had to be very careful about his image. 

That's something both he and Frank agreed on, however that's not what Michael insinuated when it came to his dating life, or the type of women he wanted in his short films.

One such instance occurred during the production of the Thriller music video. Michael and his manager Frank DiLeo sat reviewing headshots of potential female leads.

“Hm, no, not this one,” Michael said, tossing aside yet another photo of a slender model.

Frank groaned, exhausted. “Michael, for God’s sake, this is the hundredth girl you’ve rejected. Pick someone so we can move on.”

Michael shrugged casually. “Hey, all these girls are cute, but I want it to be realistic.”

Frank gaped. “Realistic?! Michael, you’re playing a werewolf in this video!”

Michael sighed, annoyed. “Not that kind of realistic, Frank. If I’m supposed to give this girl a damn promise ring in the video, she should look like the kind of girl I’d actually give it to.”

Frank pinched the bridge of his nose. “Michael, we’ve been over this—”

Michael’s voice turned sharp, leaving no room for debate. “No, you’ve been over it. I’m not changing my mind. Either find me a softie, or I’ll find myself a new manager.” 

Thankfully, things often worked in his favor. 

Whenever he brought a curvy girl to set, no one batted an eye, assuming she was just a friend. 

No one noticed that these “friends” never appeared more than once, nor did they question why his hand always rested possessively on their plush hips.

He’d smirk, thanking god for how clueless people could be.

Of course, not everyone was oblivious. Karen, his longtime makeup artist, had clocked his preference long ago. 

She’d tried everything to seduce him—short dresses, red lipstick, flirty banter—but to no avail. 

One day, as she applied his makeup, she noticed his attention fixed elsewhere.

She followed his gaze, annoyed that he wasn't facing her, to see him staring intently at another makeup artist across the room, her round cheeks glowing as she did his back up dancers makeup.

“Do you know her, K?” he asked, still staring, eyes never straying away from her round features.

Karen’s lips thinned. “No,” she said curtly, jealousy simmering beneath her skin. It was then she understood the truth.

By the time interviewers began prying into his love life, the pattern was unmistakable.

Questions about his “hidden” relationships amused him.

He wanted to laugh every time someone asked why he was so secretive. Secretive? Hardly. The world’s ignorance was the real culprit. 

For years, he’d been openly hand-in-hand with his soft little muse, yet the tabloids never caught on.

Finally, he decided to just say ‘fuck it’ after marrying the love of his life in a beautiful secret ceremony. 

The second the wedding photos were released, chaos erupted. No one could stop gossiping about it.

“Did you see the photos?” one host exclaimed. “He married a curvy girl! I mean, she’s stunning, but no one saw this coming.”

 “I know, right?” another added. “I thought he’d end up with a model or actress, not someone so… chubby.”

Back at neverland, you lowered the TV volume and turned to him.

 “You know this isn’t going to blow over anytime soon, right?” you asked.

Michael smirked, pulling you into his arms. “Who said I wanted it to? I want the world to know you’re my pretty wife—nobody else’s.”

He pressed a line of kisses up your neck, pausing to playfully nibble at your soft double chin.

“Ow! Hey, I’m not food,” you giggled.

He raised a brow. “Oh really? Because you tasted real sweet this morning—” You silenced him with a hand over his mouth, his muffled laughter warming your heart.

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sorry to alarm ppl..

but Anakin Skywalker?

He’d love chubby women. The thick thighs, the fat breast, the rolls on your cute tummy, the love handles he’d definitely grab on to. How he’d watch your thigh fat and your tummy move as he fucked you in missionary. “Pretty girl..” He would moan. “Takin’ me all the way in..” He’d groan and slap your ass cheek before driving into you. “A-Ani?” You would whimper, his long arms around your waist. “Your tits are so fat..” He would whine, putting his hot mouth on your erected nipples. “Can hold you however I want.” He would groan as he fucked his thick cock deep into you. “Please, please..” He would beg against your neck, your breast brushing his chest as he fucked into you. “You’re so pretty..” He would moan, his hips moving so fast. His thinner thighs smacking against yours, his balls smacking against your ass. “Fuck, look at you.” His voice always gets you. How he loved your tits, your tummy and hips then your ass and then rub at your clit. His blue eyes looking down at you as his hips slammed against you. “Ah! Ani!” You would whine straight out. “Yeah, that’s my good girl. You want to cum on my cock, sweet baby?” Anakin’s voice always made your eyes roll back. Fuck, he had you. His hands caressing your tits, your chunky hips and thighs. His mouth on your chest, sucking at your neck then your shoulder. It was like that so much.

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. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑!𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

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chubby chaser!choso who didn't know why his heart was beating so fast, why his palms were so sweaty, and why his throat was so dry when he first met you. your soft curves, your thick thighs, your large chest. he didn't know what to do but to stare at you as you held out your hand for him to shake.

chubby chaser!choso who can't believe it everytime when he realizes that you're now together. a couple. boyfriend and girlfriend. how an extremely beautiful woman like you would ever like let alone love him. you were the only person he would ever lay eyes on. he would stare so much at you when you talk forgetting to listen. "are you even listening, cho...?

"yeah that's... that's so cool"

chubby chaser!choso who is embarrassed to say it, but absolutely adores your chest. they're so soft and bouncy and they call his name everytime your relaxing either on the couch or bed. he quickly gets on top of you placing his cheek onto them and letting out a sigh of contentment. "this is great... don't you think"

chubby chaser!choso who has a habit of lightly spanking or just grabbing your ass when you walk by or when he's standing behind you. then rubs it later to 'ease the pain'. he does this any chance he gets, even if it's in public, he does not care. your ass just looks so scrumptious and he's having weird thoughts.

chubby chaser!choso who kisses your soft tummy when you lay down together, sometimes even blowing into it to tickle you which makes you laugh. he loves feeling it when he hugs you from behind. your so soft in all the right places, he just can't help himself.

chubby chaser!choso who bites your plush cheeks after he kisses them. he just loves how round, warm and soft they are. the way the rise up just a bit when you smile. he swears he's suffering from a heart attack when you do that. but a good one. because he thinks your adorableness will be the death of him someday. "if i were to die in your hands. i would die the happiest man, baby"

chubby chaser!choso who likes placing his hand on your thick juicy thighs whenever he's driving. it's like his hand is just magnetically attached, because he will never stop...ever! he also like laying on them or being crushed by them, just because. he also enjoys watching the way they become 3× bigger when you sit down. he could just scream.

chubby chaser!choso who always makes you feel secured about your body. giving you compliments and placing kisses everywhere leaving your cheeks warm and your heart feeling full everytime he does this. he also effortlessly carries you to the bed or anyway you wanna lay really because he loves having you in his arms.

chubby chaser!choso who learns to cook all your favourite meals and demands he feeds you, because to him, the bigger the figure, the better and the more he can love...

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐅𝐋𝐕𝐕𝐅𝐅𝐘

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Stumbled on your blog and I love it!! You’re writing is amazing!!

Also wondering if I could get the K with either Bruno or Wreck-It Ralph! (I’ll let you flip a coin for The Who. Thank you!)

A/n: I wanna cry! Is made me so happy! Thank you! And thank n you for the request!

I’ve decided to go for Ralph! I thought it might be cute!

The Kiss:

3: Nose Kiss

You were the hero of your own game, one of the post popular games in the arcade so it blew everyone’s mind that you chose to be with Ralph. Everyone tried to talk you out of it, you really heard it all.

‘He’s too big for you’

Liked that should matter, you liked that he was bigger than you. More of him to cuddle with, besides you thought it was cute when he bent down to kiss you.

‘But he’s a villain y/n!’

Like that has ever stopped anyone, what a stupid thing to say. They didn’t know Ralph like you did, they didn’t know how sweet he was.

Shaking your head you turned to Ralph giving him a bright smile. The man retuning your smile though it was a bit timid, it seems he was still getting used to your relationship, since you two seemed to be the hot topic on everyone’s minds.

“Ralph, who cares what they think. I sure as hell don’t.” Shaking your head you grasped his hands you always liked how he was able to easily hold them.

“I don’t know y/n..I.” Frowning Ralph gave your hand a small squeeze, scared he might hurt you.

Standing on your toes you kept the smile on your face. “Stop thinking about those assholes alright, they’re not going to define our relationship.”

Seeing his shoulders drop, you waited until he was fully relaxed for you to place a small kiss on his nose.

“H-hey! Y/n. Give me a warning next time.”