#CUTEE go get a trampoline right now.

[filynxs]

: ̗̀➛ Boundaries.

⚝ Satoru Gojo is your boyfriend. You two have an amazing relationship. However, you have never set your boundaries when it comes down to your sexual preferences. So you plan to do this. However, that conversation takes a radical turn.

⚝ Satoru Gojo x fem!Reader

⚝ sexual content; 18+

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"Boundaries?" he asks you, his honeyed voice dripping curiosity as well as amusement, "What for?"

You sit down on your bed, sighing as the soft mattress catches you. Looking up at your boyfriend, you can‘t help but adore his playful grin.

"Oh you know," you trail off, trying to find the right words instead of blurting out your thoughts, "for when we have sex." But you fail miserably, and a pink blush covers your soft cheeks at your direct statement.

However, it had to be said. You and Satoru are now together for months. The two of you have had amazing sex, however, you never really talked about what each one of you likes or does not like. And this is the right time to do that.

He grins at you, letting himself down right next to you on your bed. Stretching out his legs, he lays on his side, looking up into your eyes with his shiny blue ones. It looks like diamonds are gazing at you, glistening in the dim light of your room. His white hair strands brush his forehead as he takes his black rounded glasses off. Now he is completely invested in this conversation.

"Alright," he replies cheekily, "go on, sugar."

Your body tenses up ever so slightly. He knows damn well what effect he has on you, even though you have been a couple for a while. Brushing his fingers over your exposed thigh, he looks at you attentively.

Running your tongue over your lower lip, you take a deep breath. How would you start something like this? You have never done that. The sound of your heart racing in your chest is getting louder in your ears as silence fills the room. A silence that needs to be broken by none other than you.

"How should I say it?" you ask him, your shaky voice barely above a breath, "I don‘t know how to start."

Satoru snickers, his white teeth being exposed by his parted lips that shine so glossily. His palm finds your thigh, gently stroking it with slow movements.

"Just tell me what you don‘t like." he explains, "Which body part do you want me to touch, and which not?" As he speaks, he runs his hand further up your thigh until reaching your shorts. It‘s like this piece of cloth is the only barrier that stops him from touching your warm crotch. He leans closer to you, and you can feel his breath on your cleavage that is halfway being exposed by your tank top. His eyes stay on yours the whole time, taking in every tiny reaction that takes place on your cute face.

Your cheeks heat up, as if someone just turned up the heating inside your room. However, it is your body that is radiating this warmth, and you can‘t stop it.

"I don‘t like it when you touch my feet." you softly utter, your eyes darting all over his handsome face, "That tingles."

An amused laughter escapes your boyfriend, and he props his arms on the mattress, sitting up on it right in front of you. His dimples show as he laughs, a beautiful detail on his face which you like. However, you do not like the feeling of embarrassment that creeps up inside you. This was definitely not how you expected this conversation to happen.

"You‘re tingly?" he snickers, crawling between your legs, "Why didn’t you tell me earlier?"

He runs his hands over your bare legs, leaving an electric feeling coursing through your skin. Goosebumps spread over every tiny spot he touches. Just as if he is using magic on you.

"I don‘t know." you justify yourself, "Because you would’ve tingled me then."

His fingers move down to both of your ankles, slowly massaging them in circling movements.

"Yeah, that‘s true." he admits, now calming down his laughter. He rather looks playful now, as if trying to tease you by brushing his fingers over your ankles. "Your skin is so soft there." whispering, he raises one of your legs, putting them on his shoulder. You loose balance and gently fall onto your back, right into the soft pillow that has been right behind you.

"Satoru, what are you doing?" you ask him in surprise. Startled, you look at him bringing his lips up to your ankle. He kisses your soft skin with tenderness, and the tingly feeling of it causes you to squirm.

He kisses your ankle, slowly brushing his lips further up your leg. Every spot that is being touched by his glossy lips is getting a kiss, not being left out.

"I‘m testing you." he purrs against your knee before putting your leg down on the mattress again. He leans down to your thigh, gently kissing and sucking on it while looking up into your eyes. Your chest moves up and down with every heavy breath you take, your mind being blurred by literally anything he does.

"Tell me, do you like this?" his hands find your hips while his mouth continues to kiss your soft thighs. You can’t bring your voice to speak so you just nod in reply, thus he continues his motions. Your shorts are being pulled down by his slim fingers with ease, exposing your warm crotch in its glory. "What a bad girl. Not wearing any underwear."

He looks at your pussy for a while as if taking its beauty in. You can‘t help but feel embarrassed, however, arousal also fills your veins at the way he possessively stares at your slick folds. His eyes dart up into your eyes, his grin widening at your breathlessness.

"You‘re so beautiful." he breaths softly, letting his eyes wander down to your breasts which lie below your thin top. He devours you just with his gaze. "Your nipples are hard."

He bites his lower lip as his eyes circle around your hard nipples that rub against the fabric of your top. You squirm a little, wanting him to rip that last piece of cloth off your body.

However, he decides to tease you a bit more instead. His hand finds its way up your leg, letting his thumb massage your inner thigh. It makes you shiver pleasantly, and, obviously, he catches sight of that.

"Do you like what I‘m doing?" he asks you, teasingly moving his thumb even closer to your folds that crave his touch, "Want me to continue, hun?"

You nod. You eagerly nod in response. It‘s like he took your ability to speak, leaving you stunned and filled with arousal and delight.

"I want to hear you say it." he softly demands, "Say it."

His hips move against the mattress, and you can tell he is liking this too. The way how his eyes glisten in lust makes your mind go crazy, having you look at him without even blinking a second. He looks up at you from your thigh, kissing your skin once again while drifting his fingers teasingly closer to your weakest spot.

"Satoru," you breathe out, your voice breaking as you whisper, "please continue."

He flashes you a grin, and without any warning he lets his fingers slip over your folds up to your clit, feeling how your warm crotch is pounding against his palm. Your body acts on its own, letting your hips move against his palm. He takes the sight of you rubbing yourself on his palm in before pressing further against your entire pussy.

You arch your back like a kitten, and your toes curl at the arousing touch of your partner.

"Stay still." he utters below his heavy breath, gripping your thigh with his free hand. His fingers move on your pussy, working their magic on your sensitive clit. His touch on your sweetest spots drive you crazy, and the way he circles around your flesh causes you let out soft moans that sound like a melody to his ears.

"And how do you like this?" he purrs before sliding his index finger through your wet entrance, letting it easily sink between your folds. You whimper in an utter pleasure, knowing how well he knows what to do to please you.

You can‘t even answer him before he slides the next finger inside you, leaning down to bring his lips to your excited clit. "How about this?" his voice vibrates against your sensitive skin, and he flicks his tongue over it.

Gripping into your bedsheets, you feel a searing heat building up inside your stomach. A heat that spreads down your legs until reaching every inch of your toes. You want to release this heat, and he is going to make you do it.

"Or should I do this?" he asks against your hot spot, sucking on your clit. The feeling of it sends a wave of electricity through your veins, causing your entire body to shake in delight. Your muscles tense up, and this is where you know that you can‘t control them anymore.

His fingers slowly slide in and out of your wet entrance, your liquid sticking onto them like sweet nectar. Looking up at you from your crotch, he grins against your clit on which he continues sucking eagerly. His tongue plays with your weak spot, and he is doing it damn right.

"Yeah, Satoru," you pant into the thick and hot air, "just like that."

Your hand finds its way into his white hair, slowly stroking through them and feeling their softness below your fingers. He moves his head on his own, and starts to lick your clit even rougher and faster now. This feeling is bringing you to the edge, and your body is begging for release until you give in to the feeling of pleasure, squirting right into his handsome face. Your sweet juices coat his mouth as well as his nose, let alone his cheeks.

Pulling away, he looks at you with a satisfied grin on his lips, licking your nectar off them before pulling his fingers out of your warmth. "I guess you liked that, didn‘t you?" he chuckles, slowly stroking your hot crotch with his hand. Your pussy throbs against it, as if begging him for more.

"I did." you reply, gasping for air, "But I want more."

His honeyed laugh rings in your ears for a mere moment, and in the next second his t-shirt lies on the floor, exposing his well-trained torso. His slim body is adorned with sharp muscles you could look at for hours.

"Don‘t worry." he assures you, removing his trousers to set his hard length free, "I‘m not finished with exploring you yet."

Your cheeks heat up as he leans forwards, propping his arms on both sides next to you so he can hover over your curvy figure. He brings a small plastic package between his sharp teeth, ripping it open to get the condom out. Its color is transparent, and it‘s so thin that you can almost not clearly see it when he holds it in his fingers.

His eyes stay on yours the entire time while he gently slides the condom over his entire length. Sweat drops form on his forehead as he does so, and his jaw tenses up at the arousing feeling.

Lining up his cock with your entrance, he gently presses his tip against your tight hole. But he stops instead of pushing it all in.

In confusion you raise your brows, and your throbbing pussy awaits his hard shaft, but he only looks at you, seeming unpredictable. He could be planning his next move, but you don‘t know what he is going to do.

All of a sudden, his hips move against yours, only letting his tip slide between your walls that embrace him. You gasp softly, letting your hips move along with his. But the next thing he does distracts you, because his one hand is moving up to your breast, massaging it through the thin cloth you wear. His caresses cause your nipples to rub against the fabric of your top, and you moan in ecstasy as he continues to squeeze your breast with playfulness and eagerness.

He then tugs at your shirt, pulling it over your head to expose your entire bare torso to his hungry eyes. Taking you in like a delicious dessert, he proceeds to grope your breast, pinching your nipple between his thumb and index finger.

"How do you feel when I do this, hm?" he purrs, and now you can even sense a hint of breathlessness in his soft voice. He wants you just as much as you want him, but he continues to tease you to test your limits and boundaries. "Or this?" He gives your breast a tight squeeze before then leaning down to take your hard nipple between his lips. His skilled tongue plays with your sensitive flesh, causing you to moan out in delight and lust.

Your toes curl, and you can‘t help but arch your back, causing your body to be pressed further against his. His tip is inside you, but you want more of him between your tight walls. You want to feel his hard flesh penetrating every inch of your womb.

His free hand moves up to your neck, letting his fingers gently wrap around it. He feels your pulse which increases dramatically.

"Eyes on me, Y/N." he softly murmurs against your nipple, and your gaze shifts down to his, "I want you to watch while I do this."

"Don‘t tease me, Satoru," you beg him, moving your hips against his to let his tip slide further into your pussy, "I want you to fuck me."

He gives your nipple a gentle bite before leaning slightly back, his hands finding their way to your waist. "That‘s what I wanted to hear." he states, his voice lacing a hint of arousal and satisfaction.

Gently ramming the rest of his length deep inside you, he causes the two of you to let out a loud moan of ecstasy. He lays his head back into his nape as he fucks you, speeding up his movements. Your breasts bounce along his thrusts, which become rougher and faster with each second that passes by. The thin condom lets you both feel an intense level of closeness and pleasure, as if you can feel his bare flesh deep inside you. You spread your legs even wider, and he looks down at you in response. His brows are slightly furrowed and his lips part, a light shade of pink appearing on his cheeks. The lustful expression of his turns you on even more, causing you to move your hand downwards to your clit. You rub it in rhythm with his pleasing thrusts, and you can‘t help but let out every single noise you make.

It‘s like he is using every muscle of his entire body to fuck you senseless, and it‘s definitely working on you. His hands move down to your thighs, gently lifting them to get a better access to your entrance. His shaft easily slides in and out of you, and you can feel the warmth inside your stomach again. The searing heat that eats you up from the inside. You know you are close, he knows he is close.

"Damn," Satoru grunts in arousal, panting as he rams himself deeply inside you, "you feel like you were made for me."

The sound of wet flesh slapping together rings in the room, turning you on even more. This erotic sound paired with the delightful moans of you and your boyfriend drive you to the edge, bringing you to the moment you have awaited. He rams himself deeply inside you one last time, hard and roughly, and the two of you come together, groaning out the pleasure you two feel.

It‘s the first time that you managed to come in the same moment, and this somehow feels so special to you. You have reached your climax in the very same second, letting out your nectars of delight.

As his seed fills up the thin condom, he slowly moves inside you a few last times, letting the aftershock of the orgasm hit him. His hands still tightly hold your thighs, leaving marks on your skin. You two gasp as he pulls out of you, strings of your sweet liquid following his shaft.

The sound of heavy panting fills the room, and you just look at each other, letting your gazes speak more than thousand words ever could.

Satoru then removes the condom from his shaft, but what you did not expect is that he grabs another one. He opens the package, and grabs the thin condom out, gently sliding it onto his hard length.

"Next round." he whispers into the air, his hand finding its way to your breast, "Gotta milk me dry, 'kay?"

[roses-r-rosie3]

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Miguel O’Hara x M!Reader

Warnings: fluff, google translated Spanish, Mayday being a cutie-Patootie

Summary: Peter asks Miguel to babysit Mayday while he and MJ go out on a date, but before Miguel can say no, the reader says yes

Quote: "You know.. Since you're so good with kids maybe we should have some of our own someday"

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Peter and MJ were celebrating their anniversary but there was one problem. The babysitter called in sick that day. So Peter had no choice but to ask his work colleagues. But when he did, they either couldn’t or just straight up said ‘no’. So Peter had no choice but to ask Miguel.

Of course Miguel would probably say no too but it was worth a shot. Luckily, when Peter got inside of Miguel’s office, he saw that you were there. You two were friends, he met you through Miguel. But he knew Miguel was always less grumpy when you were around, so maybe that would increased his chances.

“Hey Miguel.. uhh.. I was wondering.. would you maybe wanna babysit Mayday for me while me and MJ go out?” Peter laughed nervously as he held Mayday up to him.

Your eyes lit up in joy. Mayday’s little smile brightened the room. Who would say no to such a cute face?

“N-”

“Yes! Of course! We’ll totally babysit her” you yelped excitingly.

Miguel gave you a death-stare, but you didn’t care. You quickly ran to Peter and Peter handed Mayday over to you.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do sweetie” Peter said as he kissed Mayday’s head before he left.

“What was that y/n! We can’t take care of a kid! We can barley even take care of ourselves!” Miguel yelled.

“Don’t be so dramatic Miggy we can totally take care of her” you smiled as you rocked Mayday in your arms.

“Dios por favor ayudame¹” Miguel Sighed.

"You're going to have the best time of your life" you cooed as you ignored Miguel.

Mayday laughed in excitement as you tossed her in the air and catched her.

"Ooh! Miguel can you make her a little trampoline with your webs for her?" you asked.

"God you're so immature" Miguel sighed.

But who was he to deny your request? So he got off and grumbled as he made a trampoline for Mayday. After Miguel was done, you excitedly placed Mayday on the homemade trampoline and watched her bounced with joy on her face.

"Oh my god isn't she so cute!!" You giggled.

Miguel would be lying if he said that he didn't crack a smile while watching Mayday bounce happily.

"We should take a picture and send it to Peter!" you said as you pulled your phone out.

You took a picture and sent it to peter and he responded with a '🥹' Emoji. After a while of you playing with Mayday and Miguel slowly losing his brain cells, you eventually got hungry and Mayday was a bit sleepy, so you asked Miguel if he could take care of Mayday for a bit while you got something to eat.

After you got your food you decided to bring some food for Miguel and Mayday. When you got back to Miguel's office, you saw Mayday dead asleep in Miguel's arms while he cradled and cooed her in his arms.

"Holy shit this is so cute!!" you whisper squealed.

You put the food down and quickly whipped your phone out and took about +50 photos of Miguel and Mayday. You quickly sent 1/3 of the photos to peter, earning a 'No way that's Miguel' response from him.

"Not right now y/n" Miguel whisper yelled.

After Peter and MJ came back from their date, Peter opened a portal to the society and walked inside of Miguel's office to see you playing with Mayday in your arms.

"Hey guys, I came to pick up Mayday, I hope she didn;t cause any trouble" Peter said.

"Of course she didn't! She is an angel" you smiled.

"How do you guys want me to pay you? Do you guys want cash or do you want me to get you a gift?" Peter asked.

"It's fine Peter, Mayday is a gift herself" you said.

"Oh and by the way Miguel, I never knew you were a kid type of person" Peter chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah" Miguel grumbled.

"I know right?!" You laughed.

"Anyways, thank you guys for taking care of Mayday. Bye guys" Peter smiled.

After Peter left the room it only left you and Miguel.

"You know.. Since you're so good with kids maybe we should have some of our own someday" you smirked.

Miguel nearly choked.

"EW! You guys know that I'm here right?!" Lyla fake-gagged.

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¹ = God please help me

(Again i'm not very fluent in spainish so I got it off of google translate)

[justlemmeadoreyou]

Hopelessly Devoted to You-Part 2

Summary: Y/n agrees to Harry's offer; a flashback from the camp.

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, a LOT of cute shit in the end (harry with kids :(((( (my weakness))

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Harry wasn’t this much of a hopeless romantic he is now, over Y/n. Sure, he had had his fair share of heartbreaks in the past, but that didn’t stop him from loving unconditionally.

So, when he found out about Y/n, it made his heart ache. He didn’t know if she wanted her as her lawyer, or just wanted to talk to him about it as a friend

Either way, he was happy to help.

There was a call from his secretary, Anna, when he was going through a document.

“Yes?”

“Mrs. Clark is here to see you” she said through the phone.

“Mrs. Clark? Oh, Y/n? Yeah, send her in”

He would never get used to her carrying the name of her douchebag husband. 

She knocked the door softly, even though he had already allowed her to come in.

“Come in”

She unlocked the door, a smile on her face as she let herself in, closing it behind her.

“Hi” she greeted him, coming and sitting on the chair in front of his desk.

“Hi, how have you been?” he asked.

“I’m alright. I-I thought about–the offer you gave me the other day”

“Oh yeah? What did you decide?” 

“I’ll–I’ll take it, yeah. I just want this all to be over as soon as possible”

His smile faded away. Did something bad happen? Because if it did, God forbid he would go to her house right now and beat him up. 

“Did-did something happen, Y/n? You know you can tell me, right? I’m here for you”

She smiled again, shaking her head in no, “No–nothing bad happened–it’s just–he kind of got suspicious that day–after I went home, he kept asking me where I had gone and what I do”

“Oh–what did you tell him?”

“I told him it was lunch with a friend. He asked me who it was, and I told him it was Grace–she is a friend of mine. He called her and she said that I was with her the whole afternoon, she’s super sweet, and saved me.”

He sighed in relief, thankful that he hadn’t hurt her.

“He’s such a bastard–it’s like he feels that he owns you or something” he huffed.

“I know! That’s why–I want you to be my lawyer”

He grinned wide, a victory for his heart as he shook her hand.

“I’m so happy, Y/n. And I want you to know that you don’t have to worry about the money, alright? You don’t have to pay me at all”

Her eyes widened. Why was he doing this for free? She knew this was going to be a long trial, because he won’t let go that easily. Plus, she would have to fight for Ellie’s custody too.

“But–Mr.Styles–I can’t take it. It’s a super generous offer, but I really can’t.”

Of course she won’t. He’ll just have to make her take it, then.

“Y/n–okay, tell me, how will you pay me, then?”

Her shoulders slumped, mouth quirking in a pout, that he wanted to kiss. But he pushed that thought to the back of his mind, where numerous others were locked in.

“I have my savings–since the abuse started, I started to save money for myself, and Ellie’s education-in case I ever needed to leave him, or he left me for someone else”

If anyone leaves her, her, for someone else, he has to be the biggest moron on the planet.

“Y/n, you know I won’t let you do that. You are leaving Elliot, and you’ll need it after you move out of his house”

“But–but–”

“No but’s. Please. I insist”

She sighed, licking her lips as she reluctantly agreed. She began to think, lost in thought as he began to scribble something on the notepad nearby.

“Oh-what if I get a job till then? Then you’ll let me pay you, right? Because then money would be coming in and savings won’t be an issue–”

“We’ll see about that”

He dismissed. He wasn’t going to let her pay him even a penny. 

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“So, you’re a lawyer?”

Y/n asked him.

They were sat by the bonfire. After a long, long day of kids screaming, playing around, crying for their parents, lots of first aid kits because they kept falling off the trampoline–all of them had a moment of rest.

A bonfire was lit, after the kids were put to sleep. Everyone had found someone they could talk to–just like Y/n and Harry found each other.

They were sat side by side on the mat, a cup of tea in their hands as they talked and laughed with no care in the world.

“Yeah. Family lawyer. If you ever need help, you can come to me, I’ll help you–no money in exchange”

She had giggled softly back then, but that offer was her lifeline today.

“Alright. Noted” she smiled, taking a sip off her cup.”

“What about you? Your husband–he works in accounts?”

Her smile slipped away at the mention of him, and Harry took a mental note to not bring him up again. She was hoping he would do that too.

“Yeah, he’s an accountant”

“That’s good.

They fell into silence after that, the sounds in the background only being the sounds of crackling fire and then suddenly, there was a cheer. They looked up to see someone had gotten a guitar, and began to play a song. It was difficult to identify which one it was from just the guitar tune, but Harry knew.

"Horse with No Name," Harry said, a nostalgic smile tugging at the corners of his lips. 

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise. "You play guitar?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Harry nodded, a hint of bashfulness in his expression. "Yeah, I used to play quite a bit back in college. It's been a while, though."

Encouraged by his confession, Y/n urged him, "Well, why don't you play something for us now? I'd love to hear."

Harry hesitated for a moment, but the warm glow of the fire and Y/n's encouraging smile emboldened him. With a nod, he took the guitar from the musician and began to strum a gentle melody.

As the soothing notes filled the air, Y/n felt herself relax, the tension of the day melting away. Harry's fingers danced across the strings with practiced ease, and soon, the melody took on a life of its own.

Lost in the music, Y/n closed her eyes and let herself be carried away by the melody. For a brief moment, there was nothing else in the world except the sound of Harry's guitar and the crackling of the fire.

When the song came to an end, there was a moment of silence before applause erupted from the small crowd gathered around the bonfire. Y/n opened her eyes to see Harry smiling at her, a twinkle of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Thank you," she whispered, her heart full with the beauty of the moment.

Harry returned her smile, his own heart lightened by the connection they had shared. "Anytime," he replied, his voice soft with sincerity. 

“So, when did you decide to become a lawyer?” she asked, wanting to talk to him more. The camp was only a week, and that was a small amount of time for her to get to know this gentleman who found her interesting.

"Well, ever since I was a child, I've had this innate sense of justice. I couldn't stand seeing people treated unfairly, and I knew I wanted to make a difference." Harry replied.

Y/n nodded, impressed. "That's admirable. Not everyone has the courage to pursue their passions."

She knew she was talking about herself.

Harry smiled gratefully. "Thank you. It hasn't always been easy, but knowing that I can help people in their time of need makes it all worthwhile.”

He noted how she had said “not everyone” and he suspected she was talking about herself.

“And–I don’t mean to intrude, but I think when you said, “not everyone”, you meant yourself?” he asked.

She shrugged her shoulders, gulping down as she replied, “Yeah, I–I wanted to be a teacher. I’ve always loved children, and it was my dream to get a job at a primary school and teach and take care of little children.

Harry smiled. She was so innocent, so pure. But she had seen more than he ever did.

“So, why did you quit?”

Her smile faded away again, “It was mostly me, but I got married young, you know–I fell in love with him in high school, and I was just a young, naive, innocent girl who did not know better”

He nodded, listening intendedly as she talked about it.

“So–I got married, and then pregnant, and all of that faded away. Like, I completed school and my degree–that was when I got pregnant so I never really had a chance to complete my masters degree or look for a job. And then Ellie was a premature baby, so Elliot suggested that I stay at home.”

It was so easy to talk to him. Even though they had met today, the way he was able to get her to talk so much–open up about her past, and talk about stuff she never had with anyone–was magic.

“So, would you work if you got the chance to?” he asked. If she was his wife, he would never have gotten her pregnant if she didn’t want to, and he would’ve made her complete her masters, and get a Phd, even, because she was just that smart. 

“I mean–yeah sure, I would. But I would need a masters degree to work in a decent school, and the opportunities are already so low. So, it’s a lost cause”

Harry immediately protested, “Hey, don’t say that. No, it’s not a lost cause. If you want to, you can still get your degree, and then work. You’re young too”

She blushed at that. It had been a while since she had heard that.

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The next morning, Y/n took Ellie to meet Harry.

“Honey, this is Harry–he’s mommy’s new friend” 

She introduced him, and he smiled so big, his dimples and bunny teeth were on display.

“Oh god, who is this pretty little girl?” he exclaimed, and she giggled, already looking up at him with adoration.

“Hi Harry, I’m Ellie. But my mom calls me cupcake”

He giggled again, crouching down on his knees, taking her tiny hands in his.

“So, what can I call you, Miss.Cupcake?”

She giggled again, and seeing the way Harry was with kids, made Y/n’s heart swell.

“You can call me cupcake too” she replied, and he reached into his pockets, pulling out a candy, “Here, take this” he gave it to her, and she smiled.

“Next time, I’ll have a cupcake for you”

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[honeyhenry]

Apple Pie and You and I: Sweet Curves and Straight Talkin'

Did someone ask for orange jam, sweet surprises and southern charm? Regardless, that's what you've got right here! A new instalment of Apple Pie and You and I shares your and Jake's last few moments on the ranch, and the wonderful little moments that come from your first pregnancy :') enjoy! part 1 / part 2

The news of the upcoming arrival of the newest Seresin travelled far and wide in Jake’s hometown, with kind old ladies delivering bouquets and muffins as soon as they heard that their sweet gentleman neighbour Jacob was due to father a baby. You only have a week left before you’re back to San Diego, and your heart is already missing the warmth of his family and the friends surrounding you. Your body will certainly miss seeing Jake in his dirty, casual clothes doing manual labour on the farm.

You've spent plenty of time in the sun, soaking in all the excitement about baby Seresin, and eating the best homemade pies a woman could ask for. Jake’s cousins would move mountains for you if you asked, while his sisters have given advice and books for you to take back home, sharing just how much of a cute tyrant young Jake was back in the day.

Even sweeter had been your nephews - baby’s older cousins - running up to you and patting your stomach, asking questions about their new friend, already excited for them to come and play. Relieved now that your tired state can go noticed, your midday naps are much less hidden and more comfortable. Jake has been all over you making sure you’re eating and taking your vitamins, tucking you into blankets, holding you close, and asking lots of questions;

“Do you feel ok? Do you need anything to drink? Eat? Did Mom ask you- in fact I’ll go ask her. Hey Momma?!”

It’s a lazy but lovely routine you’ve stumbled into, while Jake is put hard to work during the day while you eat, sleep, and enjoy the company of his family. You are well looked after and sadly have to say no to the trampolining that your nephew was begging you to try. (And when Jake finds out, he's certain to make it clear to the boy that "Your Aunt won't be on the trampoline or anything too dangerous until your little cousin is born, okay sprout?")

Typically you have eaten every meal together, Jake helping you set out your vitamins and making sure you take them with food that you can keep down to help nurture the life within you. His momma tells him he’s borderline overbearing but his Grammy has instilled the importance of looking after his family, and he’ll be damned if he lets you or her down.

“You just tell me if he puts one paw outta line, hear me?” Grammy would famously quip should she see her Grandson lounge around or poke fun at your constant need to pee. Jake is certainly on his best behaviour when she's near.

Which is why it’s even more of a surprise that Jake is gone this morning when you wake up.

Your morning stretch took up the whole bed, for once without the muffled noises Jake would whine if you’d taken up his space or moved from the comfort of his arms. Standing up to go to the bathroom, you catch a glimpse of yourself while walking past the stand-alone mirror, the frame enshrined by sports medals from his college days, and a lone cowboy hat tipped on the corner. Your eyes widen as you flatten your palm down your body and gasp.

Your little slice of heaven - as Jake so lovingly refers to them as - has finally popped out to say hello and your chest fills with a warm sensation that you register as pride. Tears gather at the corner of your eyes as you let out a sigh of joyous relief. They're really real. You know Jake is going to adore seeing the effect what he’s done to you, that you're nestling and growing the sweet baby you both spend hours talking about throughout the day, and in hushed whispers at night while the rest of the family sleep.

Stepping downstairs quickly as you can, you forgo getting dressed, only thinking about finding your husband and showing him the product of your love in the form of your sweet raised bump.

The kitchen is filled with the sweet smell of freshly baked vanilla croissants, while Momma Seresin works on a citrus jam to serve with the delectable baked goods. The ranch cat, Ginger, pads quietly on the tiles, waiting for droplets of milk that Mrs Seresin may be so kind as to offer her. The sun is already warming the countertops, the light catching the lamp just so, creating a pattern of colours scattered across the ceiling.

However, there is no sign of Jake, nor any other family around.

“H-hi" you start, realising your voice has yet to wake up with you, "Jake left early…I- I think I’m showing - with the baby.” you blurt out all at once, tripping over your words in excitement. His mother turns to face you with a smile before she pauses, watching you in your soft, matching pyjamas hold your stomach and grin from ear to ear. You smooth your hand down your front and sure enough, there they are.

“Oh honey, you look wonderful." She sets down a saucer for the cat and brushes her hands on her apron. "Jacob’s going to be thrilled. I can’t tell y’all how proud I am of both of y’all. He's a lucky boy and he better know it! May I?"

You nod, still in disbelief at the whole situation, as she lightly presses a hand to your stomach, feeling the little curve that doesn't move, no matter how much you inhale or exhale. His Momma is beaming. She knows not much for certain in the world, but she does know that her son is going to be rendered speechless by his wife.

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While you'd been asleep at 5.30am, Jake had been torn from his bed by his old man, and couldn't put up a fight once he'd seen the look on the man's face. Rarely would he be up so early unless the cows were needing set up for the county market, but it wasn't the season. Oh no, Pop Seresin was giving his son a good talking to before he and you would head back to San Diego, away from the eyes and care of the family.

Jake knew from the way his father had been driving, and his remarks the evening before, that he was going along for a serious pep talk. The truck they'd taken a drive in before the crack of dawn was parked up at the edge of the river bed about 15 miles from the ranch. He had expected his Pop to get out, to start walking and give him a good grilling.

Instead, the old man took his cap off, and sighed.

"Jacob Nathaniel Seresin. I have raised you - and your sisters - however many years now. And you're an adult in your own right. I want the best for you son, and sometimes you haven't made the smartest decisions." He gives Jake a knowing look, while the younger of the two blinks at the blunt route his father was taking with this talk.

There's another pause, before Pops starts again. Jake almost interrupts it, but he knows better than to do that to his father.

"You gotta take a good long look at your circumstances Jake, you have a beautiful wife, and she's gonna need a whole lot more from you now than ever before. And that won't stop when she's had the baby. 'Cause then, you'll have two people to care for, to love, and protect. Y'understand me?"

"Yes sir."

"Because for a while Jacob, your Momma worried. She worried and Grammy too. And I thought that- well. It don't matter no more, does it. We want you to be the best you can be, that we know you to be, for her. And your boy or girl that's comin' too. You look after 'em, you hear me?"

"I know Pops, but I swear, the day I let her down is the day I lose myself. She makes me the best and I'm gonna do it Pops. We'll be back here, and we'll travel so safe, and- and I'm trying to stay alive at work-"

"Breathe, my boy. Work is tough. But finding a woman like you have that puts up with it all? That's been a damn miracle. So hold her tight, don't ever take her for granted. Ya understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Right, now. We have time for some fishin'. Grab the hooks in the trunk."

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After a couple hours of fishing, and enough caught for the next couple of dinners at the ranch, the two Seresins head home, just in time for the croissants, jam, and cream to be served shortly after breakfast.

The first thing he smells is his Momma's famous orange and lime jam, and he can hear the cat and her kittens meowing for milk, fighting to be heard over the sound of the whistling kettle as it prepares the water for the tea and coffee orders likely to have been made around the house.

The first thing he sees takes his breath away.

You're in the garden, helping his Momma serve out the cups of coffee and distributing pots of jam, wearing the same pretty little sundress you’ve worn out on the tarmac countless times to greet him after his summer deployments. You're a vision, an angel that he strides towards, ever nearing the moment he can place a soft kiss on your lips.

But then, he falters.

As you offer up the last cup of tea, your hand grazes your stomach lightly and he stops in his tracks. The way your hand lays atop the sweetest curve of his baby warms and soothes his entire soul.

He’s in a daze, utterly transfixed by the time you spot him. In the very next moment, you're in his arms, welcoming him back from his morning departure.

“Good morning, my love. I might have a little surprise...look who’s come out just in time to show off to the family” you coo, a little bashful as you show off your figure, moving your hands underneath your more prominent swell.

His father's words resonate in his head "Don't ever take her for granted, ya understand?"

And how could he? When all you ever do is make him proud and all he ever could do is adore you.

“You’re showin,” Jake says incredulously, as you smile softly at his expression. “Look at you…I didn’t know I could ever love you more and yet…” He exhales sharply, not quite believing his eyes as he feels tears prick them without warning; "That's our baby, baby."

"Your baby, Lieutenant Seresin," you tease, expecting something equally cheeky in return.

Instead, he pulls you close to his firm body, holding you close and just breathing you in before he then looks back down at your belly, holding you at arm’s length, in awe of what you’re doing for him - growing his baby safe and sound. And looking beautiful doing so.

"You look beautiful. I bet Momma's glad she saw little peanut before we left...she's been askin' for pictures and updates already. Although I'll have to take some if you're gonna be looking this good, honey." He trails his hands down your sides, tickling you a little before resting one hand on your stomach, engulfing the bump entirely, with the other hand holding your waist.

He really could get used to holding his whole world in his arms.

[laureliciousdefinition]

I’m back b words. Deal wit it

Past sillies: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Yall know the drillll modern au headcanons with no rhyme or reason yadda yadda yadda see you under the cut *dab*

-ppl always assume Arthur is a beer guy. But tell me he wouldn’t love something more silly like a high noon or a white claw

Charles is a wine lover!!!!!!!! He bonded with Hosea over it :)

Tell me Dutch and Hosea wouldn’t have a fancy little wine cupboard in their house.

-Charles and Arthur are BOTH hardheaded about pain

Both refuse to take an ibuprofen for a headache despite the other telling them to multiple times

When Charles had appendicitis he insisted Arthur didn’t need to leave work for it (he did, of course)

John, on the other hand, thinks that every little ache is the end for him. Which does not bode well in a marriage to Abigail who has a frighteningly high pain tolerance

-Charles and Arthur are both acts of service lovers so they’re just constantly uno reversing each other with caring acts

-John is lactose intolerant. Y’all know I’m right

-John and Abigail absolutely “checked” their kids’ candy after trick or treating

Mysteriously all of the peanut m&ms were bad and had to be….. thrown out………

-speaking of Halloween, Charles’ mom sent Arthur a picture of baby Charles dressed up as a little dinosaur in 1992 and he hasn’t stoped giggling about it bc it’s JUST SO CUTE :’)

Arthur quietly wishes Charles could’ve been around when Isaac was little enough to go trick or treating. Charles came into the picture right around the time when it became uncool for him :(

-Isaac, Jack, and Marston Daughter all went to see the fnaf movie together

Arthur and John were so grateful that Isaac is old enough to drive now because they’ve had to sit through so much fnaf lore over the last 9 years and just. Do not get it

“So the bunny….. ate someone????” “Ugh dad were you even listening!!! Let’s start from the beginning.”

-one time when he was like 5 John was digging under the seat in the family car and got stuck

15 min had passed before Hosea was like …..where is he

Arthur, all of 8 years old, ran out and couldn’t stop giggling at little Johnny kicking his legs and crying

Dutch pulled him out, assured him he was fine, held back his laughter….. mostly

-When they were kids, John and Arthur had a trampoline

Arthur and the other kids in the neighborhood (namely Sean, the weirdo kid next door who was in John’s grade) would always popcorn John and he would cry

Sometimes Dutch would bounce on it and play with them but he hurt himself trying to prove he could do a backflip (he could not)

-Hosea has seen every single episode of law and order: SVU

I imagine he also made Arthur/John watch old man shows with him growing up like the Andy Griffith show

When Isaac was a baby and Grandpa Hosea would watch him, they’d cuddle up in his grandpa recliner and watch those sorts of shows :’)

-Abigail went through a weird pottery phase a few years ago so there’s a variety of oddly heavy mugs and plates in their kitchen

John is VERY proud of her though do not get it twisted. He drinks his coffee out of that heavy ass mug every morning

-This is the correct johnigail dynamic. I’m right

Thanks as always for supporting my sillies. Apologies for taking so long with this one, school was kicking my ASS for a moment there but teehee I’m almost done with college, just one month left😵 and I’m sure while I painfully hunt for a job I’ll have much more free time to dick around and spew my silliness everywhere

[dccomicsimagines]

A Day With Dad - Batfamily x Reader

Requested by Anon - Now what would really be cute, is Batman bringing his youngest (male reader) to the watchtower for the first time? The league is shocked! Bruce is just like the meme, what’s that?, it’s a smoothie

Author’s Note - This takes place during Dick’s time as Robin. It made the most sense to me. 

***

In the deep darkness of sleep, Bruce could almost hear little footsteps running down the hall. At the sound of his bedroom door opening, Bruce burst through the surface of conscious. Fast footsteps ran to his bed before he heard a jump. 

Opening his eyes, Bruce held up his arms only to catch a ball of endless energy in the form of you. Bruce smiled as you belly laughed. “I told Alfred you were awake,” you said. Bruce held you above him.

Bruce hummed softly. He slowly brought you down onto his chest. His ribs ached slightly, having been cracked the night before by a mugger’s lucky hit. 

“Dad, do you know what today is?” You smiled cheekily, snuggling close. 

“Wednesday.” Bruce hugged you to him. He kissed the top of your head as you groaned.

“Daaaaaaad.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Don’t tell me you forgot.”

Bruce felt a smile tug on his lips. “Is it my birthday?”

An adorable pout appeared on your face. “No.” 

Bruce ran his fingers through your messy hair. You were still in your pajamas. He wondered if he could get you to nap with him. “Christmas?”

“Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaad.” You reached up to mush his cheeks together. “Stop teasing.” 

Bruce reached up to pull your hands away from his face. “I think I remember.” He smiled at you, his heart bursting from joy. “Let’s see...is it our special day?”

“Yes!” You bounced on his chest excitedly. Bruce grabbed your hips and lifted you off him to save his ribs. “And Alfred said we can do anything!”

“Anything huh?” Bruce tensed slightly. Of course, Alfred would tell you that. That way, Bruce couldn’t use Alfred’s disapproval as an excuse. He held in a sigh, but he had to admit, the excitement sparkling in your eyes made it worth losing a day of sleep and work. 

You snuggled into his side. “First thing is breakfast in bed.” You grinned at him. “Alfred is going to bring it up. Fresh strawberries with cream and waffles.” You licked your lips, eyes wide. Bruce chuckled, holding you close.

“Sounds great.” He ruffled your hair, making you laugh. Bruce oddly thought it would be a good day.

***

Bruce stood at the bottom of the stairs when he saw you barrel down in a Batman sweatshirt. If he remembered right, Dick gave that to you on your birthday. Of course, Bruce wasn’t thrilled, but it was your day. You could wear what you wanted. 

At least you were wearing his symbol and not Clark’s. Bruce had to hold back the glare that almost crossed his face. 

“Dad, are we taking the Corvette?” You hopped down the last step and hugged his leg. “Can I drive?”

“Yes, to the Corvette, no to driving.” Bruce ruffled your hair, smiling at how your little nose wrinkled. “Not until you’re sixteen anyway.”

You pushed his hand away. “I have the day planned.” You went into your pocket and pulled out a flyer. “First we go to Skyzone.” Bruce took the flyer, studying the image of wall to wall trampolines. “Then we’ll go to lunch, then the zoo so we can see the baby elephant.” You smiled up at Bruce cutely. “After we’ll come home for a movie night. Dick said he’d be home in time to join us.” Dick was with the Teen Titans for the week. Bruce didn’t really approve, but relented as long as Dick kept his identity from them.  

Bruce blinked. “The car is outside and running, Master Bruce,” Alfred said with a smile. You cheered, running toward the front door. 

“Alfred, what have you done to me?” Bruce mumbled to him once he knew you were out of earshot. 

“You’ll be fine, Master Bruce. It is good for Master (Y/N) to have a day with undivided attention from his father.” Alfred crossed his arms and gave Bruce the coldest glare he had ever seen. Bruce swallowed. “Master (Y/N) has been talking about this day nonstop for two weeks.”

Bruce held up his hands. “Okay, okay.” Bruce stepped around Alfred somewhat nervously. “We’ll have fun and see you tonight.” He hurried out where you were waiting impatiently by the Corvette. “Ready?”

“Yes!” You jumped in a circle, barely containing your excitement. Bruce couldn’t help, but smile back at you.

***

Bruce raised an eyebrow as you played with the Robin figure you got in your Bat-Mite meal. BatBurger was crowded for this time of day. He nibbled on a fry and glanced around. The idea that he had a fast food restaurant named after him was still bizarre. 

“Dad, do you think Dick will want my Robin figure?” You looked up at him, smiling brightly. The trampoline park had been an excellent experience. Bruce actually was considering constructing a mini trampoline park in the cave for training purposes. You were able to get some of your endless energy out too.

“Maybe, but I think he’d prefer for you to have it.” Bruce folded his arms on the table. “Finish your burger, (Y/N).” 

You put Robin down and took another bite of your burger. Bruce glanced at his phone, frowning when the Justice League alert pinged. He tapped the button and sighed as it informed him Superman called an emergency meeting. 

“What’s happening?” Your smile fell. Bruce flinched slightly at how quickly your shoulders dropped. 

“A meeting was called.” Bruce pursed his lips. You set down your burger and shifted in your seat. 

“So we have to go home?” A slight tremble came to your lips.

Bruce blinked. “Yes.” His stomach dropped as you turned to look out the window, letting your head rest on the table. Your sudden change in mood concerned him. Was Alfred right? Did this day mean that much to you?

A sniffle came from you. Bruce froze, suddenly lost. Usually, he handed you off to Alfred when your emotions started to get complicated. Especially when it involved tears. Bruce rubbed his chin. If he brought you home like this, Alfred wouldn’t let him hear the end of it.

His phone beeped again. The meeting was to start in twenty minutes. He couldn’t miss it. It would set a bad example for the newer members. 

He pinched the bridge of his nose. You weren’t apart of his life as Batman. The league didn’t even know he had another son. However, you glanced up at him with teary, sad eyes and Bruce figured it would probably be fine. You could wear a mask and stay by his side at all times. 

“You can always come with me? If you want?” Bruce smiled when you sat up suddenly and looked at him like he grew two heads. 

“Really?” You bounced in your seat. “I can go to space?” You grinned brighter than the sun. “Do I get to meet Superman?”

Bruce had to stop himself from frowning. “Sure.” Why did both of his sons have an obsession with Superman? “But you need to stay by my side the whole time and do everything I say.” Bruce narrowed his eyes sternly at you.

You nodded happily. “I will. Promise, Dad.” Bruce slid out of the booth and gathered the trash. You picked up your Robin. “Can we get the Kite Man Flightastic milkshake before we go?”

Bruce followed your gaze to the advertisement display on the far wall. His nose wrinkled at the disgusting green color. How on earth did they get that color of green in ice cream?

“We’ll get it to-go.” Bruce dumped the trash. You cheered, hugging his leg. Bruce patted your head and wondered how he got wrapped around your finger.

***

The zeta tube flashed, bringing Bruce and you to the Watchtower Annex. You gasped, looking around in awe with your Robin figure in one hand and your milkshake in the other. Bruce smiled. You had proclaimed he was a cool dad before stepping into the zeta tube. His chest puffed out slightly in pride. 

Bruce was in his batsuit. For you, he found one of Dick’s old domino masks. You even came up with a code name for yourself. Batkid, because Batboy sounded dumb. Bruce was glad he didn’t suggest Batboy, even though it was right on his lips. He was in the cool dad range, couldn’t fall out of it now.

“Wow, is that the moon?” You chuckled, pointing to the window. 

“Yes.” Bruce hummed, placing a hand on your back. “We’ll look more later.” He guided you down the halls toward the meeting room. 

Hal Jordan was outside the room talking to Barry Allen. Both were in their suits. Barry noticed you first, jaw dropping. Hal followed Barry’s gaze. He snorted and crossed his arms at the sight of you. Meanwhile, you were awed at seeing the Flash and Green Lantern in real life. Bruce had to reach down to close your jaw.

“Did you kidnap this kid to be your new Robin, Bats?” Hal said, smirking and leaning against the door frame.

You frowned, confused. Bruce put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed gently. “No, he’s my son. Batkid.”  

“Hi Batkid,” Barry said, getting down on one knee. He grinned at you. “What do you got there?” You relaxed, explaining your milkshake and your Robin figure to him. 

Bruce stepped closer to Hal once he knew you were distracted. He leaned close to whisper in his ear. “If you make him upset, I’ll break every single bone in your body.” 

Hal paled. “I’ll be nice. Geez, what do you take me for?” Hal mumbled, quickly walking into the meeting room. 

“Dad, Flash said he’d give me a tour of the Watchtower after the meeting,” you said, nudging Bruce’s hand. Bruce sent Barry a warning look. Barry just held up his hands and smiled innocently. 

“I mean you can come too, Batman,” Barry said before zooming into the meeting room. 

You took a sip of your milkshake. “You could be nicer, you know.” The look you gave him reminded him a tad too much of Alfred’s.

Bruce grunted in response, led you inside the meeting room. All eyes turned to the two of you. You blushed. Bruce felt you press against his leg, which you only did when you were nervous or scared. 

Somewhat protectively, Bruce scooped you up in one arm and marched over to his seat. He sat down with you on his lap, making sure the cape was around the two of you so you could hide if you wished.

“What’s that?” Booster Gold exclaimed, breaking the stunned silence in the room. He pointed straight at you. 

Bruce felt you flinch. He wrapped one arm around you, gently guiding you to set down your milkshake on the table. “A milkshake, Booster. You haven’t seen one before,” Bruce replied coolly. 

You laughed softly, wrapping yourself up in his cape and watching the room. Bruce had to purse his lips to keep from smiling. Clark stood up, clearing his throat. “I’ll call this meeting to order. First welcome to our guest,” Clark said, gesturing toward you. You waved shyly. A roll of chuckles echoed in the room. “Second onto the crisis in Markovia...”

***

By the end of the meeting, you were fast asleep, snuggled close to Bruce’s chest with his cape around you. Everyone filtered out of the room except for Diana and Clark. Bruce stayed seated, looking over the notes of the meeting.

“So...Bruce, were you going to tell us about...?” Clark gestured to you. Bruce bristled, pulling you closer.

“There is no need for you to know about my personal life.” Bruce glared up at Clark. 

Diana shook her head and sat down next to Bruce. “I believe Clark is asking how we’ve been invited to your house for dinner several times and have never met or heard of your son.”

Bruce held back the urge to roll his eyes. “So you are hurt that you didn’t know everything about my personal life?” He felt you shift in his lap.

Clark sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Friends know important things about each other, Bruce.”

A reply was on the tip of Bruce’s tongue, but he saw you open your eyes. Bruce learned early on that you were the best excuse for a topic change. Shamelessly, Bruce used you a lot for this purpose. “Superman and Wonder Woman are here if you want to meet them,” he whispered into your ear. 

A blush came to your cheeks. “Really?” You peeked out of his cape to see Clark smiling at you before turning to see Diana. “Wow, you really are pretty like Dad said.”

Diana smiled, giving Bruce an amused look. Bruce quickly looked away. Clark raised an eyebrow.  Bruce narrowed his eyes at him, daring him to say something.

You climbed off Bruce’s lap. “Oh and Superman. You’re Dick’s favorite.” You went over to Clark. Clark picked you up. “But don’t tell Dad. He’s touchy about it.” 

“Be careful,” Bruce said. His chest tightened at the sight of you in Clark’s arms. He thought how quickly Clark could crush you. Logically, he knew Clark wouldn’t hurt you, but the fear was still there. 

“I will be.” Clark nodded before focusing on you. “Why don’t I give you a tour of the Watchtower?”

Bruce opened his mouth to protest. “Can I, Dad?” you asked, eyes wide with excitement. Looking into your eyes, Bruce sighed and nodded. You cheered and Clark took you away. 

“The protective father is a good look for you. Hmm, now it makes sense why you didn’t tell us about your youngest.” Diana crossed her arms, sly look on her face. 

Bruce snorted. “We can’t now. Don’t even give me that look.”

“What look?” Diana stood up and walked away slowly. Bruce’s eyes were glued to her hips. She glanced at him from over her shoulder. “I’m sure Clark’s tour will take a bit.”

Running a hand over his face, Bruce followed her rather eagerly. “But only a half an hour max. I can’t let another son join the Superman fan club.” Diana laughed and took his hand as the two found a place to be alone.

***

“Dad, that was so cool!” You were a ball of excitement, bouncing around Bruce in circles with your Robin toy tightly in one hand. The two of you just arrived back to the Batcave. “Superman was so nice and space looked so big.”

Bruce smiled, putting a hand on your head to slow you down. “I’m glad you had a great time, chum.” He headed toward the changing room to shower and change. You followed him. 

Luckily, you were too busy with the tour and Clark to notice Bruce was missing for a good half an hour. Bruce smirked as he reminisced that half an hour before pushing it away. He didn’t need you to suspect something was up and ask if Diana will be your new mother. Bruce shivered at the thought.

Meanwhile, you chattered about the Watchtower. Bruce listened, humming when you paused so you knew he was still listening. He changed out of his suit, stepped into the shower while you sat on the bench, eyes down, but still talking.

“Did I hear, right?” Dick’s voice came from the doorway of the changing room. Bruce smiled when he saw you jump up and run over to Dick. “You went to the Watchtower, little bat?” 

“I did!” You jumped into Dick’s arms. Dick spun you around, making you laugh. Bruce turned away to focus on washing away Diana’s perfume that still lingered on his skin. You recounted the day to Dick, showing him your Robin toy. “And I met Superman and Wonder Woman, but Dad is still my favorite hero because he puts them in their place.”

Bruce choked. Dick smirked. “He does, doesn’t he?” Dick spun you around again. “My favorite is still Superman and you can’t change my mind,” Dick teased, distracting you again.

Did Dick know about his relations with Diana? Bruce frowned, turning off the water and grabbing a towel to dry off. He hoped not. “Why don’t you two head up to see if Alfred has the snacks ready for movie night?” Bruce said as he stepped out with the towel around his waist. 

“Yeah! Race you,” you said, sprinting out of the room. Dick’s eyes widened.

“He’s fast. I guess the SkyZone didn’t take that much out of him,” Dick laughed before running after you. Bruce noted Dick was holding back to let you win. A smile pulled at Bruce’s lips at the sight. 

***

“Aww, Master Bruce. Thank you for joining us,” Alfred said as Bruce stepped into the den. You and Dick were good-naturedly arguing over movie choices.

“I was just showering, Alfred.” Bruce took a seat on one of the armchairs, eyeing the tray with milkshakes, popcorn, and cookies. 

Alfred hummed, taking a seat next to Bruce. Bruce noted Alfred had dressed down, wearing a simple sweater and slacks. You must have convinced Alfred to join the movie night. “Master (Y/N) had a very good day.”

“He did.” Bruce smiled. “Thank you, Alfred, for making me see the importance of spending one-on-one time with my son.”

“You’re welcome, Master Bruce.” Alfred patted Bruce’s shoulder. “Now I would suggest you help the boys decide on a film before the milkshakes melt?”

Bruce nodded, leaving his chair to join you and Dick on the floor. You climbed into Bruce’s lap. Bruce held you close and wrapped an arm around Dick as the two of you still argued. His heart felt full.

[total-drama-takes-the-squeakquel]

Revenge of the island was doomed from the start when the first character they introduced was jo. Like what the fuckkk at first I was like. Is that human like wtf 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 then girls first line is “stay out of my way if you value your kiwis” like girl you sound like 🤓🤓🤓 yk what I mean. Like bro Scott’s just chilling what did he do to you fuckface. They should’ve let Anne Maria hair spray jo to death of something but wtffff jo u r not the main character 😭😭😭😭 then let’s talk about this bitchs behavior is the goddamn intro. Girls punching a punching bag in the middle of the woods (whime did you get that). Cameron is almost killed and blasted off into space and jo catches him and does one good thing for humanity then immediately after just tosses him onto the ground  to go chase after brick???? WTF we get it ho ur not like othim girls and u wanna be one of the boys sooo badly 😭😭😭 stfu what did brick even do to you. His first words to u were ma’am because he’s a fucking simp and rides him dick 24/7 like why be so mean to himmm. Goofy ass. Then he’s on the beach racing with brick and almost driving him into cardiac arrest like bro don’t kill him. Ik ur heartless and all but girllll no one asked 🥴🥴🥴 brick should’ve beaten the shit out of him. Out of my way triathlete coming thru 😈😈😈😈😈🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓 omg I’m so scared 😱😱😱😱😱 go away. Literally no one asked girl. he almost drowns Zoey and Staci just to be number one like broooo ur actually done this time . Then launches himself off Sam to do a flip like girl u are not the main character. I’d rathim go thru 60 episodes of zoke and commando Zoey than watch jo every again. S4 was literally so bad and I blame it all on him. Then he’s pissed at dawn for getting to shore quicker BABE TAKE A CHILLPILL GODDAMNN….. wish dawn could’ve owned him and exposed him or smth idk. Make him feel ashamed. No wonder lightning thought u were a man like bro Shut up guys are annoying and so are you 😭😭😭😭 so I consider him just as bad as one. Lightning should’ve kept misgendering him I found it funny. “Sorry you had to lose to a girl 🤓🤓🤓🤓” wow you’re so fucking different!!! Do you want a medal too. Lightning should’ve beat his ass on the spot and I wish Chris ran him over with his little go cart. Sooo glad Scott found the invincibility statue because if jo didn’t get eliminated ep10 I would’ve straight up killed myself fr 😭😭 like no joke I’d hang myself from the ceiling. he’s always so grumpy too wtfffff. he should’ve got mutated instead of Dakota I’m not even kidding. Calling squirrels stupid is also lowkey kindaaaaa 😐😐 look at yourself Joey 😭😭 you’re not any hotter. he looks like one of those inbred lion/tiger hybrids you know what I mean. That gamer indent isn’t cute eithim….. 😬😬😬😬 thought you were an athlete. That’s embarrassing!!! Now ur skull is permanently mutated that’s so cringe. Then he laughs at lightning getting hit in the head and then gets trampled by a trampoline LMAO glad that bitch got him karma. Brick did nothing to help him in that moment and he’s so real for that tbh. Should’ve kicked dirt onto his head but whatevvvssss 😐😐😐😐. “All right let’s do this 🤪🤪🤪” and then falls into the water LMAOOOOOOO failure!!!!! Imagine 😭😭 like girl I thought you were a pro athlete thime’s no way ur real. Notice he’s smiling at Anne Maria getting hurt when hitting the bottom of the totem pole Everytime. That’s the same state Jeffrey Dahmer gave his victims before he killed them and ate them. he’s a psychopath I’m not even kidding. Then he kicks the trampoline out from under AM like UMMMM???? At least try to help him jfc. Toxic rats was the best team bc they don’t have jo. “Good grief 😐😐😐” corny ahhh line. Chester should’ve beaten the shit out of him too tbh 😭😭😭😭 I wish so hard that he died when he fell down that wayerfillll like aughhhshshsgwuwjwjjjebns.

If the maggots lost they def would’ve voted out Jo or smth but nooo he has plot armor ong 😭😭😭😭😭 I’d rathim listen to a podcast made by Staci than listen to Jo’s corny ass nicknames. Then he has to go how’d they get in front of us!!!! Like MAYBE… this is a wild suggestion too. Maybe you’re…. A SHIT TEAM LEADER 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱 crazy I know. Brick should’ve beat him ass in that thumb wrestle but jo just tries killing him like jfc. Instead of a thumb wrestling contest they could’ve done an idk. Ummm like whoever can hit the othim upside the head with the a rock the hardest idk. And brick could’ve won and DESTROYED that ho. I’m not good at making suggestions. And everyone coming at me in the replies how’s it feel to be wronggggg 😁😁😁😁 y’all need to stop dickriding jo asap idk. he’s not that good. he let him team to crashing into that cabin like bro stop trying to kill everyone lmao. Jo kinda dresses like those homelsss ppl u see on the side of the highway with those goofy “if you love god donate to me!!!” signs. Idk girl just get a new wardrobe or smth. Brick would help you but since you’re such a shithead he’s not helping u lmao cope and seethe 😙😙😙😙 he probably smells like axe deodorant too lmao imagine. 

Erm yeahhh I’m done. Idk what to call my anon. Jater because I am a jo hater!!! Maybe I’ll rant about her in episode 2 because he rlly got on my nerves that episode but he also gets on my nerves every episode sooooo 😒😒😒😒 bye xoxo. You’re mad because you know I’m right 😘😘😘😘

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[raised-u-fr0m-perdition]

Could I request an Lockwood x reader where they are often asked if they’re dating but they both deny it and in the end they confess to each other? Thanks so much :)

WISH UPON A STAR

It all started when someone in the cafe asked that one question. “Are you two dating?” I almost dropped my spoon on the table, currently being used to stir my coffee, turning to the couple in the booth opposite. “S-Sorry? I didn’t quite catch that.” I stammered, my hand reaching up to fix my round, rose gold glasses. “Are you dating? I’m sorry if I startled you, but you two just look so cute together and I just had to ask.” I was at a loss for words for a moment, but luckily for me Lockwood answered my question, saving me. “Unfortunately not, madam, but I appreciate the compliment.” He flashed his gigawatt grin, smoothing down his shirt. I recovered from the momentary shock, sipping my coffee to dissipate the tension, recovering quickly. “Turning on the old charm, aren’t you?” I scoffed, tucking my strawberry blonde hair behind my ear. “Well, yes, in order to get a stranger to like you, you need to be charismatic, charming. Have you not learned that already?” “I’ve learnt that every stranger we meet turns out to think you’re a selfish jerk.” “Words hurt.” “Exactly.” Later, Lockwood was sitting with George in the kitchen, explaining everything. “They asked us if we were dating, hilarious, right?” He chuckled, pretending like he was wiping a tear from his eye. “What’s hilarious is that you two aren’t dating yet.” George muttered under his breath before speaking up, “Yeah, hilarious.” “Austin and I can never be a couple. We’re too… different.” “As in?” “We’ve two different ways of thinking.” “What you mean is that you pick the reckless way out and she picks the smart way out.” “Exactly. Two different ways of thinking,” They blinked at each other, George much more exasperated than Lockwood, who just appeared to be calm. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………… “So, after that, a couple next to us asked if we were dating.” “Well, are you?” Lucy asked, lying on her bed and reading while I stress-organised the makeup on our vanity, putting them according to colour. “No!” I cried, waving an eyeliner pencil in the air. “Lockwood’s a tad too reckless for me. He always has been.” “He got a lot less reckless when he met you. And you got a lot more reckless when you met him.” Lucy and I had been friends since we were small. We made a pact with Norrie to go to London, but when that backfired Lucy ran away, and when Jacob’s shut down I went after her, so we ended up here. “What do you mean ‘a lot more reckless’?” I interrogated, now waving a bottle of mascara around like a Harry Potter wand. “Remember when we had that case where you and Lockwood were trapped on the roof with a vicious Type 2?” “‘Course I remember that one, we almost died.” “Again.” We both chorused, counting the many times our lives were at stake. “But it was your idea to jump off the roof, onto the trampoline and land in the pool rather than the safer option: face it head on and wait for me and George to get up there.” “Admittedly, it wasn’t that safe to wait-” “But a million things could’ve gone wrong. Yet you did it anyway.” …………………………………………………………………………………………………………… “Lockwood, where’s my cover?” I yelled, chucking a flare nimbly at the oncoming Type 2, an angered victim of a house burglary gone wrong. I drew my rapier, holding it front of me. Admittedly, my rapier was my best tool, since I’d gained my grade 4 very quickly and now could even match and beat the likes of Kipps and Lockwood in a duel. Lockwood claimed that Kipps was a pushover, but if someone beat him at a duel? They deserve a medal. “Right here, Austin!” Speak of the devil. He ran forward, swinging the chain and lashing it forward. “Found the source. Every photo in this house has just one thing in common. Sophia Wallis wears a necklace in them, the same one each time. George messaged me saying that she was strangled to death with it.” “Real nice manner of death, don’t you think?” I said sarcastically, lunging forward and catching “It’s fascinating!” “Do you even have human emotions?!” I snapped. There’s a Type 2, Austin, focus. “Plan D.” “No way. Plan E.”

“Plan G.” “What’s G? We didn’t make a G. Did I authorise this?” “Of course you didn’t. Distract the ghost and run. We stand a better chance together than apart.” “Sound good.” We threw a flare at the same time, meeting our target and running as Sophia screamed, the sound grating my ears as we reached the bedroom, searching everywhere. “Nothing in the drawers.” I informed before moving onto the cupboard. “Nothing on the floor.” Sophia appeared again, and the sound of my rapier being drawn alerted Lockwood, who drew his. “Plan E!” He yelled, and in the heat of the moment I complied, performing an aerial to dodge the flying flare, feeling the object pass between my shins. I started searching, tearing apart the bedsheets until I found the source: the necklace, buried under the mattress. A splash of blood had rusted the metal, but the crystal still glowed brightly. I immediately grabbed the net hanging from my utility belt, throwing it over the source just as Lockwood was knocked back, hitting the wall and falling unconscious. “Lockwood!” I gasped, instinctively moving to check his heartbeat. It was slower than normal, but fast enough to tell me he was alive. I saw his chest rising and falling in an even frequency, but there was blood running down the side of his face from a small cut he’d gained. I tore a chunk off a spare bedsheet, pressing it to the cut and calling Lucy and George, who responded immediately. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………

DEPRAC arrived on the scene a few minutes later, immediately taking the unconscious Lockwood on a stretcher and binding his head up. “This could mean a minor concussion, but you and your friends can look after him.” The medic nodded. “We’ll take him home.” “You can watch over him, Austin.” Lucy patted me on the back, not knowing what much else to do. “George and I will prepare some tea for you at Portland Row.” “We will?” George was met with a slap on the head by Lucy, who looked at him with a ‘don’t you dare argue’ face. “Thanks guys.” I smiled, climbing into the ambulance. I immediately was met with the familiar feeling of worry, gripping me as I held Lockwood’s hand, his familiar warmth trying to soothe me. He still had that small smirk like he always did upturning the corner of his mouth. I guess it was his special feature. Apart from his dangerous best plans. “Are you two dating?” The nurse asked quietly, as to not startle me. This time I wasn’t too lost for words, answering almost immediately and surprising myself. “No, but I wish we were.” I took a moment to realise what I just said, “But we can’t. Just as colleagues, this happens. What will happen if we get together?” “I think you should take a risk.” She replied matter-of-factly. I took a moment to think, until it hit me. I just got given love advice by a DEPRAC medic. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………… “Locky. Oi, Locky.” Lockwood woke up to the sweet sound of Flo Bones waking him up, sitting like a queen on the armchair while he was flopped on the chaise lounge. “Flo?” He called groggily, moving to prop himself up. “What’re you doing here?” “Here to see Austy. She’s in a right state, so you can tell me what happened in that there case.” She raised an eyebrow, waiting. “I was hit by a flying piece of wood. The ghost had telekinetic powers somehow, and I was caught in the crossfire.” He explained, hoping Flo wouldn’t ask more. “I may not have gone to no school, but I’m not thick. There’s more, isn’t there?” She gestured for him to continue. “The wood was aimed at Austin. I had to jump in the way or she’d have gotten seriously hurt.” “Are you two datin’?” “No!” He refused sharply, but then deflated. “But I wish we were. However, we work together. It’s best if we keep the line between work and personal where it is.” “That’s something about you that you need to change, Locky.” Flo tutted. “You’re one of my best mates, but you don’t know when to stop being like that closed door on the landing.” “I agree.” George sighed, entering. “Hey, Flo.” “Georgie. You look taller.” Flo briefly acknowledged. “Probably cause I’m sittin’ down here.” “Probably. I had to lift the biscuit rule and use many sugar cubes and coffee sachets to calm Austin down.” “Traumatic experiences.” Lockwood shrugged. “Everyone’s had them. What makes you think she’s any different?” “Cause you like each other.” The statement induced a sceptical grin from Lockwood, who turned away from Flo. “Of course I like her. She doesn’t like me, and it’s bloody embarrassing if it’s one-sided.” “Who said it’s one-sided?” Lucy smirked, sipping her tea at the door. “Are we having a therapy session in here? I don’t need to talk about this, now, if you excuse me, I need to talk to Austin Garcia.” He got up, but his concussion made him trip at the foot of the stairs. “Lockwood, the… stairs.” …………………………………………………………………………………………………………… “Are you sure you’re ok?” Austin asked as they took a stroll before curfew. “Yeah, I feel just perfect. What about you?” “I feel good. Better than before.” “Why wasn’t I warned that Flo was coming over?” “Nobody was.” I shrugged. “You know how she has her own key. She says-” “Never throw one away. It always unlocks something somewhere.” We both quoted at the same time, looking at each other and bursting into laughter. I felt our fingers intertwine, my finger reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “A rose for the happy couple? On me.” A flower seller asked, holding out a rose. “We’re not a-” “Thank you.” Lockwood interrupted, taking the rose.

"We're not a couple, Lockwood."

"What if we were?" We stopped in our tracks. "I think about it every day. Waking up and the first beautiful sight is you. I wish that upon every star every day." He tucked the rose behind my ear, "The thought is simply too tempting to resist."

"Then why do you resist it?"

"Because I never really knew that I should take a risk for love. But I will today. Austin Iris Garcia, will you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?" My only answer was to grab his tie, pulling him in for a kiss filled with fireworks. His hands gently held my waist while mine cupped his cheek before playing absent-mindedly with the stands of his hair.

"WE DID IT, LUCY!"

"GEORGE, I'LL TOSS YOU INTO THAT BLOODY WALL-"

"EVERY MAN AND WOMAN FOR THEMSELVES!"

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[somekindofpoet]

tell us EVERYTHING

tips on finding them first of all

tips on wooing them

how do i tell if a girl is into me (body language etc)

how do i tell if they ARENT into me

when is the appropriate time to give up/keep going

umm what’s been a good date destination in your opinion? i’m tired of movie dates

Lol okay consider this essay my contribution to my community. Use my years of experience and lessons learned to make your lives easier 🖤

Finding them can be HARD! I use Hinge a lot to set up dates and find girls to talk to. I’m a sucker for a meet cute though. This is usually harder because you’re not sure if they like girls, if they like you etc.

To be really honest with you, I’ll just flirt with women because…women. Usually straight women don’t mind and will flirt back, or they’ll tell you they’re not interested. BUT it’s important to fuck off if they want you to leave them be. I think flirting is fun, I feel like most people do. The key is not to have an end goal and just HAVE FUN!

Now if I do have intentions of wooing them it’s a little different. Obviously still fun, light hearted, lots of laughing. I don’t know how to teach you to drop one liners that make someone blush and laugh, that’s something you gotta figure out for yourself because it has to fit both of your personalities. Generally if you’re both attracted to each other it’ll happen pretty naturally.

Which leads me to how to tell if she’s into you. This will vary person to person, but here’s my experience. Lots of eye contact and smiles. Leaning in-like you’re talking and she’s leaning toward you (big green flag). Watch where her body is facing, if her shoulders are open and facing you, you’re killing it. Touching/brushing hands, knees, shoulders. Looking at your lips (this is one thing fanfic has right!) If she does the Jenna Ortega triangle special (eye to eye to lips back to eyes) she wants to kiss you. You can also use this trick, it’s elite. Remember she might be nervous too, so don’t get too wrapped up in picking apart the body language, but those are pretty clear indicators.

Okay this one is important! If they’re NOT INTO YOU. Head turned away, shoulders turned away. Looking for another person while you’re talking to them, or just all around looking for a way out. Girl bye, no one is keeping you hostage here lol on occasion they will straight up tell you they’re not interested and I fucking live for that because thank you for making our lives easier by not wasting either of our time.

I feel like you’ll know pretty quickly if you have a shot. I am of the opinion that you should not have to fight to convince someone to like you/be attracted to you. Look for the body language or just be straight up with her! If it’s like a meet cute kind of thing I’ll usually ask for her number after having a conversation. If it’s a date obviously thats a lot more clear. If I’m really about it I’ll just tell them that. Clear communication is 🔥

Dates should be fun imo. I like going to dinner and a bar but that can be awkward if you don’t really know them yet so without fail I’ll always pick an activity. Arcade, puttputt, walk in the park, trampoline park, axe throwing- that kind of thing because there’s an activity at hand to break up the awkwardness if things get quiet. Makes it way easier to relax!

In conclusion, I hope this helps, I hope you’ve enjoyed my essay.

[knownangels]

jlb + mgc

wc: 5.3k

It's nearly midnight when he realizes it.

Their flat is sparsely decorated, but as the thought comes to him (a sudden zip of clarity right through his otherwise fuzzy-tired brain, the movie’s shit after all) Maran nearly upends the cute potted plant and several knick-knacks on the coffee table.

“‘Ey!”Benji yelps. His reflexes are somehow quick enough to keep Maran mostly on the couch as he tosses himself upright and catch the little wooden bobble before it hits the floor and, most likely, snaps. “S’from Saha.”

Maran ignores him, because the realization has coalesced into something nastier. An unfurling anxiety in his chest. A snap of cold, unpleasant fear. 

If I don’t — If I don’t — he thinks. And what follows is yet another barrage; a worst-case scenario slideshow, mightwhatifmaybe twisted into ugly reality. Or, as real as it gets in his head. 

Maran sits even straighter and then curves forward with a groan. “Oh, shit.”

Instead of winding an arm around his shoulders and offering a word of comfort, Benji kicks at Maran’s legs to make room again on the couch. They’d been a bit tangled up but comfortable. His best friend seems to be prioritizing the return of that specific comfort. Rather than…

Palm flat over his chest, Maran groans again. “M’gonna have a heart attack.” 

“Shuddup.” Benji drawls, socked foot wiggling under Maran’s thigh for the warmth. “Course you fuckin’ start up during the only good part of this shit.”

“Benji, this is serious.”

In the blue light of the living room, technicolors from their movie washing little flashing patterns over his face, Benji’s dark eyes look pretty. And the sight of them is so familiarly comforting that Maran slumps a bit, feels himself relax. Not all the way. Almost. 

Benji’s sleepy gaze tracks around his face for a second — searching — before it narrows.

“Prick.”

“Dickhead.” Maran seethes back, nudging his legsoff the couch. “I’m having a crisis.” 

“Bit more quietly, yeah?” Benji tilts his head at the screen once more. There’s a nasty little curl to his mouth. “Said this part—“

They’ve seen this movie about a hundred times. It’s Thursday, third week of the month, and that’s their night — Benji keeps a busy schedule with studies and his on-campus job, and Maran’s got his own gig no matter how ill-paying or illegal). Besides being flatmates, they’re rarely in it at the same time. Sometimes the only times they see each other for a week are if they both end up at the lads’ place.

Thinking about it makes Maran feel a bit bitter for the good ol’ days. When summers felt like a proper holiday, schedules didn’t have to be worked around. 

Maran leans forward abruptly and turns the television off. Benji blinks at it. Then he sighs. Then he digs his heel beneath Maran’s knee until it hurts.

“Well? Out with it, please.”

“Haven’ttakenBenoutyet!” Maran pulls his face from his hands to blurt.

They stare at one another. He no longer feels as though his heart’s going to explode from his chest, leave a little smoking hole. But it hurts. It hurts, still. 

“You go out for food all the time.” Benji says. His brow is knit. “And you make him go to the skate park with you. And that time you wanted to go to the trampoline place. And the pool, yeah? Movies—“

“That was before.” Maran insists. 

Before: soft touches under an elbow or to the small of his back that made him pause. An unpracticed but lovely smile across a loud party. The excited little snap of familiarity when their eyes met and passed a wordless joke.Before Maran even knew that it could feel like that. A stomach’s tight wind. The scratch of stubble on his neck, or how nice it was to fit together at the same height, or waking up to arms wound around his stomach and—

“That was before.” He repeats. “It didn’t count. Plus, those aren’t always dates.”

From the corner of his eye, he notices Benji’s face wash with confusion. 

“But…they are, sometimes?”Now it’s his turn to sit upright. “So what makes — well, ok. So say—“

“We’re gettin’ off topic.” Maran declares, standing from the couch to put hands on his hips. “You’re s’posed to keep me in check and here I am being the world’s worst boyfriend?”

“You’re the worst of a lotta things.” Benji says wryly. “M’sorry if I can’t keep track of ‘em all.”

Maran smacks his fist into his palm, ignoring the dig (quite the bigger person move, if he’s asked, especially with that snide victorious grin settling over Benji how it is). 

“Gotta make up for it.” He says, already planning. “Gotta be the best date ever—“

“Said that about, aw. Fuck. Whas’her name, started with a J? Took her to that green space on a hike or whatever.” Benji snickers. “And then you turn up back at ours with a leech on your arse and no girl in sight?” 

Maran blinks several times then goes dead in the face, hands outstretched into claws. Benji screeches and kicks at him, arms squeezed tight to his sides, but it’s too late. Maran will not take disrespect and leave a survivor.

* 

Right on the dot, quarter past five, Ben’s bedroom door swings open. He doesn’t seem shocked to find Maran sat on the edge of his messy bed; it’s where he usually is, every Tuesday and Thursday at exactly this time. 

“You get into caffeine?”

“No.” Maran replies immediately. He glances down at his wringing hands, a tapping foot. “Hm. No.”

Ben, from where he’s paused in the doorway, laughs. It makes Maran’s cheeks flood a little, although it’s no different or more suggestive than it usually is. It’s just — it’s a very nice sound, is all. He’s always shocked to pull it as often as he does. Pleasantly, sure. Pleasantly shocked. Shocked all the same.

“Relax.” Ben meanders slow across the room, shucking his bag off his shoulder to thump loudly to the floor. He leans a bit as he slips between Maran’s knees, parting them to accommodate. “I believe you.”

The flush gets warmer. Warm still when Ben cups his cheeks and tilts his face up for a slow, soft kiss. 

When it ends, Maran blinks up at him with heavy lids that almost refuse to open again. 

“You gonna ask me if I h-had a good day?” 

Maran cannot look away from the pink flush around his mouth, up his cheeks. “Huh?” 

Ben shakes him a little, then shoves him backwards onto the bed with a palm to the forehead. “Precious. Precious fuckin’ baby.” 

Maran sits up on his elbows. He’s trying to remember what he was here for, sitting there eagerly (anxiously) waiting to announce. Except. Ben’s doing his post-class declothing. Boots kicked off, shirt unbuttoned, jeans snapped to scratch below his stomach, belt shhhfing as it’s pulled half out of the waistband — 

Maran cannot look away. 

“Y-you get your brain eaten today or what?” Ben teases, in front of him once more. He sounds pleased though, a bit shy; he’s noticed the close-watch perusal. He’s enjoying the attention. 

“You look nice.” Maran says, slipping hands up the back of his thighs. His fingers brush soft, warm skin either side of his spine (curved a bit, from sitting in the lab stools for several hours) and dig in enough that Ben makes a noise and stumbles forward. “Keep that on?” 

Ben’s eyebrows quirk towards the ceiling, a nasty smirk lifting his whole face. “Oh, for like—?”

“I thought,” Maran starts, and then bites his lip. 

The sentence is there, right on the tip of his tongue, but Ben’s looking at him. Eyes soft, cheeks also a little warm, hands making a gentle sweep down and up Maran’s skull. He loses his train of thought entirely. But he wants those words out. He wants it to be special. 

He wants.

Maran swallows and tucks his face into the familiar, clean smell of laundry. Ben doesn’t usually wear undershirts, so each side of his button up parts at each junction. Maran’s nose tucks into the folds of fabric, finds skin. He presses closer, arms tightening. 

“I thought we could go on a date.” Maran says. Except he isn’t sure if that’s loud enough. If he’s heard. And there are certain things that he’s needed Ben to hear. That he’d like to take them on a good, proper first date is one of them. There are more serious things he’d like to say — scary ones — but here seems a good start. If he can fucking get it out. He’s never had trouble like this before. Or, maybe people had been kind to lie otherwise.

“I mean.” Maran lifts his face and tries for definitive. “We’re going on a date, so leave that, yeah? You look nice.” 

Ben stares down at him.

*

By the time they’ve made their way down to the lot, most of that usual smarmy confidence Maran’s such a fan of has returned. He gets crowded up against the stairwell door, hand wound around th back of his neck for the kiss Ben’s eager energy insists on. And he’s stopped again at the car, pinned against the drivers side door by the hips. Ben does his best to make a proper mess of his neck. 

When Maran flattens hands to his chest, he really does mean to push him gently away. Just enough to breathe a second, collect his thoughts — he’s always swimming in them, with Ben this close. Everything goes nice and soft and fuzzy. 

“Hold on—“ he tries, but he’s laughing and Ben knows he doesn’t mean it fully, so teeth return to his neck after a brief pause. He gasps, back arching off the window when five firm fingers press into the valley of his spine. They roam a bit further, both hands greedy over either side of his tailbone; Maran tips his head back and makes eye contact with the camera attached to the light pole above them. 

The sky above is muddy grey, washed light with the noon sun fighting to come out. It’s not ideal weather for what Maran has planned, and it’s not ideal that there’s a little red light blinking, but he — 

Maran shivers then, eyes fluttering at the black lens. He imagines briefly what it must look like, from that perspective. Arms tight over broad shoulders, hanging on deliriously, Ben’s messy hair beneath his fingers — holding him where he is as much as trying to reign it all in a bit. 

“Hold on.” Maran tries again, throat bobbing with a swallow. He sounds serious this time. He is serious this time; Ben relents immediately. Not without leaving a wet, noisy kiss right to the center of his throat. And he doesn’t step back all the way, not cold turkey. They haven’t had long to establish those sorts of things, the important things he calls them, but Ben knows him well enough by now. Well enough that an immediate retreat isn’t what Maran needs, even if he’s asking for space. 

It feels better to breathe hard together, chests touching as well as hips (and lower, he tries very hard not to think about). 

“This could be the d-date.” Ben tries, nose tucking briefly to Maran’s jaw before he slinks a separation of a few centimeters between their bodies. His foot is still firmly between Maran’s, keeping them close. 

“Huh?”

Ben laughs. He jerks his head towards the backseat, tongue tucked between his teeth. “I’m pretty cheap. Push some of that onto the floor and we’re in b-business.” 

Maran’s fuzzy thoughts clear up a bit at his tone; he doesn’t stop to interrogate the joke, though. Ben’s diverting. He knows why. Well. At least a bit. A date isn’t exactly what Ben’s used to, self-admittedly. And that’s part of the reason— 

“Distractin’ me.” Maran teases, loosening his grip around broad shoulders to rest his wrists loose at the base of Ben’s neck. “You’re so fuckin’ mad I’m not telling you shit.”

Ben scowls at him, dropping the suggestive expression. “I hate surprises.”

Maran nudges him away enough that he can slip into the driver’s side. Technically, he should only ever be a passenger — he’s got no papers, no visa anymore. Matilda had drawn him a little stick figure on a scrap of paper, framed with his name and a nonsense series of numbers. Trust me this is legitimate, had been written in her proper, pretty scrawl underneath. 

Ben doesn’t have to know all that, though. For as much as Maran’s told him, he’s got a temporary permit and he’s up to date on all the paperwork. 

Instead of rounding the car and going in the normal way, Benny crawls across Maran’s lap and the center console. It’s a moment of scuffling and laughter and hands groping places they really don’t have to be, for the whole process of settling into the passenger seat. 

Ben coasts that sneaky hand up his knee as he starts the car, tucking fingers between his thighs. Maran’s eyes go a bit funny, staring straight ahead while that touch moves slowly up and down his jeans seam. 

“You’re going to make me—“

Blond eyebrows snap up. The touch goes higher, palming him properly. “Oh, that right? Already?”

“Crash!” Maran insists, cheeks flaming. His skull falls back against the headrest when the teasing squeeze doesn’t stop. “Ben.”

“You haven’t even s-started the car.” 

He laughs. He doesn’t feel like laughing. He feels like — “I won’t at this rate.” 

“Oh no.” Ben coos, leaning across the console to get properly in his face. Their noses almost brush so Maran glances away, snorting, but he follows. Cranes his neck, lifts up, puts weight on Maran’s thigh to bring their faces together again. His mouth dries up a little. “Oh nooo. That would be so awful. Very very b-bad.”

“Why are you bein’ evil.” Maran whines. The car hums, pleasantly familiar. They’ve fallen asleep under the stars in here. Gone to drive-ins, which Maran is sort of obsessed with. And yeah, like Ben’s trying to get a repeat performance, spent time in the cramped back. More than the soft twist of arousal behind his navel, Maran thinks of the security. The intimacy, the closeness. It’s nice like a messy room. Nice like waking up to fingers stroking his cheek. Nice like a blanket tucked under his legs for a movie, like the last fry handed off with a fond sigh, like — 

“We’re doing a date.” Maran asserts. He snaps back into motion, taking Ben’s wrist and offering his knuckles a parting kiss before squaring him away on his own side of the vehicle. 

Ben looks cute battered like that, eyes wide and lips parted. It makes Maran’s knuckles on the wheel a bit tighter than they ought to be; he drives slower than he might otherwise, thinking of that paper tucked in his wallet and his clammy palms. 

*

When they pull into the grocery store lot, Ben’s huffy about being made to wait in the car.

“I’ll be quick.” Maran promises chipperly, leaning down to peer inside. Ben’s face is contrite. It makes him so cute, so Maran tells him as much. 

“Yes p-p-please.” Icy eyes roll up and away. Ben peers across the heat-shimmering asphalt, arms crossed. “Cigarette counter guy always hits on you.”

Maran barks out a laugh at the absurdity of that. “You’re on something.”

His boyfriend — still a novelty, to even think that title — turns back towards the window. “He does. F-Fucker.”

“Then why you comin’ here? Perfectly good gas station nearby.”

Ben’s mouth twists. “Because I like t-talking about you when I pick up a fresh pack. So he knows.” 

Maran blinks. Imagines that scenario, for second. Maybe: Ben, still sleep-soft and grumpy from realizing he’s run out of smokes, strolls in looking like the asshole he’s about to be. He could ask for specifics, for quotes but it’s more fun imagining what Ben might say. Maybe he compliments Maran. Makes a suggestive, early-morning like reference. Something about having just seeing him. If he outright shares the label they’ve decided on. Maybe he calls Maran boyfriend.

And then, blush returning, Maran imagines he just plainly says: yeah, that guy? I know that guy. We’ve got a date later. We’re together. Me and him. Me and Maran.

Maran swallows. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.” 

He goes to turn away, but one step is as far as he gets. Ben snags him by the wrist and pulls. Maran, still a bit in his head with the fantasy scenario of being flaunted, doesn’t expect the strength of it. He stumbles and catches himself against the door. 

Ben leans out of the window, sunglasses pushed down his nose. The way he peers up at Maran, the way his pink mouth pulls up at the corner, the track of shrewd eyes around Maran’s face, then down his neck where his shirt comes away from his chest —

“I’ll m-miss you.” Ben teases. “Be quick.” 

Maran usually stops to chat the nice old woman that works in produce. He usually lingers at the cigarette counter, where he usually pays. Except this time, arms full of an outdoor blanket and food and drinks and a wicker basket, he uses the self-check aisle and tries not to make blushing eye contact with the camera. 

When he returns to the car, Ben’s pushed the passenger seat back. He’s dozing, even though Maran had been quick. The summer sun barely cuts into the interior, but enough of it slices across his cheek. When he hears Maran approaching, the bags’ rustling giving it away, he turns his face. 

Maran pauses for just a second when their eyes slide together. Then he grins and tries to shake off the too-big shivery feeling that tingles up his scalp. 

“No peeking.” He insists. 

Ben grins. 

*

He’s got an old plaid scarf from the early spring still tucked in the side door. He gestures for it and, as they pull out of the lot, instructs Benny to use it like a blindfold.

“Oh.” Ben breathes. Maran has his eyes on the road, or else he’d see the strange, vulnerable shift of his expression. “Oh, it’s that kind of d-date, huh?”

Maran laughs, even if that bubble of anxiety is working its way back up his core. At the next red light, he watches Ben fix it around his eyes. His pale hands come up in a tada gesture once he’s done. And Maran has to focus on driving again, knuckles white on the wheel— because there is something there, seeing the peek of his suggestive smile. 

And it’s that — a smile. Not a nasty, sneaky grin. No watery, insecure sneer. It’s soft at the edges. There’s a bit of pink to his skin, right at the edge of the scar. Ben’s blushing, and he’s smiling a real one because he’s having fun and he feels— and Maran is—

The car swerves. Maran swears, jerks them back into the center of the lane. 

“Jesus.” Ben laughs, his hand shot out to grab Maran’s knee. “What the fuck?”

“Cut off!” Maran lies, giggling high and tight. “Oh, shit. Some fucker — uh. Wow. Asshole!” 

*

The park’s gravel drive crunches under tire as they pull up the serpentine path. Windows down, fresh summer air flowing and fresh. Ben taps fingers to the tune of the song on the radio, a steady rhythm on Maran’s knee that fulfills his itchy need to fidget by proxy. 

“Are we out in the w-woods?” Ben asks, head tilting towards the window.

“A little,” Maran acquiesces. 

“I won’t hike.”

“You don’t have to hike.”

“I won’t do it.”

Maran puts the car in park and then leans across to yank a strand of blond hair chastisingly. “You don’t have to, Ben, c’mon. It’s only a short walk.”

“How short?” 

“Ten minutes, maybe.”

Ben drops his head back with a groan, as if Maran has just admitted to sentencing him to walk the fucking plank. 

Dramatic, he thinks fondly. His touch slips down over Ben’s scarf-covered cheekbone, fingers curling under his scratchy jaw.

“I’m going to make you carry everything too.”

“What is this?  A date, or some fucked up labor m-march?” Ben leans closer into where he figures Maran must be, only slightly off the mark. It’s cute how his focus is a bit to Maran’s left. “You t-taking me out in the woods to like, dig my own grave or something?”

“Ben.”

There’s a beat of silence. “That’s kind of hot, actually, like— the d-danger—“

“Ben.” Maran laughs. He twists the keys off and drops them into Benny’s lap with a shake of his head. 

*

Maran leads him to the quiet little glade he and Lark had found, last time they’d been out this way. It’s just shy from the path — only five minutes into a random direction. There’s still an abandoned red glove marking the way. 

(“She won’t miss it.” Lark had promised him when he’d stuck it on the branch. “She’s got so many pairs of gloves she won’t even notice it’s gone.”)

Ben’s confidence and easy enjoyment of their afternoon drops slightly. The energy cuts through the air like something palpable, touching cool to the nape of Maran’s neck. He’s been made to stand, sighing and grumbling impatiently, while Maran sets up the contents of their mini feast on the blanket. 

“Ok, you fuckin’ prick. You can take it off now.” 

“You’re going to be naked, right?”

Maran drops onto the blanket with a snort. “For fuck’s sake— just take it off, Ben.”

Ben paws at the back of his head. “Alright, fine. But just because you sound hot making demands—“ 

He squints against the sunlight, adjusting with a silly one-eyed squint that makes Maran feel like his face is going to split in half. He’s facing just off to the side, their little picnic out of sight, so Maran has the pleasure of watching his expression shift as he turns and notices. 

“Oh.”

He tries not to let that tone and the flat look on Ben’s face get to him. Instead he spreads his arm invitingly. 

“What’s this for?” Ben asks. His boot nudges the blanket’s edge.

“Customary to picnics, as I understand it.” Maran says primly. He’s getting more and more anxious the longer Ben looks like that. Not — not softly amused, anymore, but — there’s no nice curve to his mouth. No sparkle of something to his gaze. Maran swallows. 

“Um. Couldn’t find the brand you like.” He reaches for the six pack behind him and sets it next to the plastic platter of food. It’s cheap — he doesn’t make fancy cheese money. Groceries in the States were a fucking scam. “The website says this was close in taste? Dunno. All that shit is the same to me. And, um. not sure if you like the fruit so I’ll eat it, but I—“ 

Ben drifts quiet and hare-like closer to the spread of food. Maran doesn’t dare move an inch; he’s afraid to startle. He keeps his arms wrapped around his knees, chin resting between. 

And eventually, Ben settles into an awkward cross-legged slouch across from him. For a spread of time, there’s no sound but the quiet, distant bird-song and ambient noise of the forest. It’s a pleasant day; out here, not even the sounds of the city or the rumble of the highway breaches its protective bubble. 

“This…this wasn’t really what I had in m-mind when you said date.” 

Maran’s heart careens into his stomach. “I—I know it’s lame. I don’t know. I was just thinking…I dunno. We haven’t — we kinda just jumped in, yeah?” He laughs nervously, recalling that blue-tinged night at the pool. “You know. Right in the deep end. Hah. Sorry. We can pack up—“

Ben’s hand shoots out to wrap around his ankle when he pulls it closer, meaning to tuck beneath him and stand. He’s not looking at Maran, but at the six-pack rumbling the blankets between them. 

“How long have you been p-planning this?”

“Not long.” Maran assures. “Last Monday? So it’s no worries, yeah, like if you’d want to go back and do somethin’ else. Watch a movie or —y’know, just hang out like we usually do? I like that.” 

He’s desperate to earn back that easy, comfortable energy. And, horrifyingly, he’s desperate not to be desperate. The collision of those two desires in him is almost a physical thing. Writhing, sort of, inside his chest. 

Is the beer wrong? Are there brown bits on the fruit? Do you like a different brand of biscuits more? Y’think the blanket’s ugly? I sort of just grabbed it becuase the sticker said machine washable, and if its gonna be on the ground — well, we can reuse it for stuff — but if you hate it and this turns out to be a bad time, I don’t know if I can look at it again it’d be too embarrassing—

Ben gets to his knees suddenly, shuffling across. When pale hands cup his face, Maran pretends he can’t feel the shiver to them. 

“You’re going to yap yourself s-sick.” It’s a warm tease, more than a warning.

“Fuck off!” Maran yelps, nudging his hands away shyly. Ben catches him, forces him to look once more. That swell of anxiety melts a little. Or, at least becomes a different kind, with all that attention focused directly on him. He has to shift it. Give himself a break, since Ben doesn’t seem interested.

“I— do you want to see what else I brought?” 

Ben’s eyebrows hitch. But if he’s expecting more flirtatious banter, if he’s about to pull Maran into his lap…well. That would be nice, right? Maran would go, if tugged.

Instead, he fishes into the deep pocket of his hoodie — not his of course, not technically — and retrieves the mint tin he uses to hold needles and thread. He has a couple of them stowed around because tends to forget them. Or lose them. One in Matilda’s car, one in his winter jacket, one in Xavier’s. Even one tucked behind the contents of Ben’s nights that he doubts the other is aware has even been put there. 

“There’s a tree over there by the creek,” Maran starts to explain, threading the needle with muscle memory as he talks. Ben looks only briefly, his focus quickly returning to Maran’s hands. “It’s got, y’know. Oh, I can’t even —” Maran snorts, touching the back of his hand to a warm cheek. “I can’t even say— well. It’s got all those initials, yeah? Like when people carve’em in.” 

Ben makes a face. And he has a moment of delight, to be proven right; Maran pulls the other thing in his pocket out, holding it up for Ben to see. His boyfriend takes it, rubbing the green and brown felt between his fingers. 

“Thought you wouldn’t like that.” Maran teases. “Nerd. Leave the trees alone and all. So I glued that together— I thought I’d like to take you out here when we found that on our hike. Lark and me, I mean.”

Ben’s staring at him. Maran balks a little, biting his lip, then takes his felt crafted tree back and knots the end of the thread. 

“So. I — We can still do that dorky shit, right. Without makin’ that poor tree’s condition worse.” 

Ben lurches forward. His palms smack audibly to Maran’s cheeks; he’s dragged forward into a firm, close-lipped kiss. 

“You should put it in your lab,” Maran gasps when they part, only for the rest of the sentence to be cut off in another. He gets lost in it a bit, Ben’s thumbs digging into his cheeks to urge his mouth open. Ben shifts closer, knees on either side of Maran’s hips. He keeps them upright with an elbow against the ground, careful to keep his fist curled around the needle as not to poke either of them somewhere important.

“So everyone knows what a big fucking dork you are.” Maran teases. His voice trails off in a dry little hitch because Ben chooses then to bury his nose against Maran’s neck. His face feels hot. 

“They’d never let m-me hear the end of it.”

“Your lab partner?” Maran asks. He’s heard about them, an unlikely connection that had started over particularly hard class material. It’d quickly become a fully forged friendship, even if he hesitated to call it that — all his secretive, snarky fondness. 

Ben nods, but it seems more like an excuse to rub his face there. 

“Well, it is kinda silly.” Maran says. “Kinda kindergarten.” 

Ben pulls away slowly to look at him. He’s lovely under the green tinged forest light, especially with flushed cheeks. Quite proud of himself, he swipes a hand up and down the curve of Ben’s spine. 

“I felt bad when I realized we hadn’t done this yet. Like. Gone on a proper one. And I wanted it — I want it to be special, I suppose.” Maran beams up at him. “You deserve that.” 

A passing beat of silence; the birds overhead, the creek in the distance burbling, a barking dog even further no doubt accompanying its owner on their own trek. Then Ben kisses him firmly once more. 

“Show me how to?”

Maran has to take a second to process that question: as Ben asks it, he rearranges himself to prop his head in Maran’s lap, legs stretched out over the picnic blanket. He toes off his boots, kicks them off to the side, and reaches for the needle and thread. 

“Okay.” Maran whispers. He hands the tree over and guides pale, tattooed hands into position. If his own fingers linger, lock between them and squeeze — who could blame him? “D’you like grapes?” 

Ben is a quick learner. He works diligently at the stitches as Maran points where to poke the needle through, and the letters slowly begin to form. The top of his J is a little wonky, but Maran withholds judgment; first time for everything. 

“When I was a kid we didn’t get f-fruit money that often.” Ben recounts. His voice is quiet and slow in concentration, a pleasant cadence that makes Maran sink back a little on his palms. “Always got the green ones, ‘cuz they were cheaper. Hated them.”

“I got the red.” Maran says. He leans over Ben to find the plastic container. 

He cracks it open. He pauses, fingers hovering over the shiny red fruit.

He wants to share how much he liked planning this out. Even if it had him dead nervous at every step over the past week, even if there were times he felt stupid and childish. Even if he imagined worse case responses, just to ready himself in the unlikelihood they’d happen: Ben laughing at him, Ben scoffing, Ben refusing to even tag along in the first place. Worse ones: that he’d sit there, staring blankly as Maran tried his fucking arse off, only to ask why hadn’t he taken them somewhere nice or why hadn’t he asked first, what if he had plans?

He’d liked going to the craft store and finding suitable colors for that felt tree. He’d liked picking out the food assortment, the bubble of anxiety and excitement as he traipsed the grocery aisles, knowing that Ben was only a few paces away waiting for him to return. And he’d like the bright smile in the car, when Ben’s usual hatred for the element of surprise had melted into something sweet and soft, just because Maran was the one delivering it. 

Because he trusted. Because —

“Can I feed ‘em to you?” Maran asks quietly, ignoring the little roll of shameful humiliation that floods his cheeks at a question like that. 

Ben glances up, pink in the face too, and regards him for a moment. There’s a hesitation there — a distrust, almost. Like Maran’s about to laugh and throw them across the clearing, just for cruel casual fun. 

“Yeah,” Ben says instead, his voice just as soft. 

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

I request Geraskier and 17. Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin, please?

words!!!!! I found words!!!!! i love the prompt! it got my cute words going again and for that I thank you!

CW: none i think? its very slice of life-y and they just kiss a little?

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Jaskier carefully crept in the backdoor, and for a moment Geralt indulged him, letting his husband think he hadn’t noticed over the music and sounds of him preparing for dinner. When the door finally clicked closed and Jaskier let out a hefty sigh of relief, Geralt couldn’t help but crack a smile. 

“Hiding from the little monsters?”

Closing the curtain over the door window, Jaskier moved to stand next to Geralt and rest his head on his shoulder, “We avoided a full heat meltdown with a waterfight. I think they’re just spraying the mud out of each other’s hair now. Hopefully Cerys brought a change of clothes.”

“Grade A parenting,” Geralt teased with a little chuckle, turning to wrap his arms around Jaskier and kiss the tip of his nose, “Do you think they’ll live if you stay in here with me?”

A pleased hum rumbled deep in Jaskier’s chest as he not-so-subtly eyed Geralt’s lips, mumbling, “For a few minutes at least,” before tipping forward and trapping Geralt in a kiss. Geralt hummed and pulled him closer by his belt loops, reveling in the warmth of his body in the chilly air conditioined kitchen and the way something so familiar could still be so satisfying. 

As Jaskier’s hands gripped his waist, Geralt snuck one hand up the back of his shirt and cupped his neck with the other, only remembering after Jaskier’s squeaky gasp that he’d been digging around in ice only moments before. 

“Sorry,” Geralt laughed, moving his hands to fabric protected spots only to have Jasier grab them and move them back. 

“Don’t you dare. I’m positively melting.” To prove his point Jaskier swooned into Geralt’s embrace, wrapping his arms around his neck and pressing their lips together. 

Unfortunately for them, Geralt’s hands eventually warmed up and there came the dreaded sound of two seven year olds banging on the back door and demanding Jaskier come play.

“Jaskier isn’t here right now! He’s gone on a tightrope walking expedition!” Jaskier called in his best imitation of Geralt.

Ciri’s cackling laughter almost made it easier for Geralt to let Jaskier go as she yelled through the door, “I’m not dumb thats you!” 

Almost.

Geralt continued pressing little kisses to Jaskier’s lips as he yelled back utter nonsense, “You- who? I-” he was cut off by Geralt again and couldn’t help but giggle, “I dont- know- a You.”

“Jaskieeeerrr!” 

Their tone made it clear they’d get destructive soon if he didn’t go outside again and Geralt reluctantly let Jaskier go. He watched them through the window as he finished making dinner, chuckling to himself when Jaskier had the kids jump on the trampoline and try to avoid the spray from the hose. At some point he got a little bit distracted by Jaskier’s ass in those shorts and by the time he realized it, Jaskier had too. Geralt gave him a little wink and got one in return, only to have the kids groan in disgust. 

As he set the table, Geralt smiled to himself, his life was pretty damn perfect.

[mysteryloversbookshelf]

The Afterparty: Vivían & Zoë

How are you fellow sleuths doing now that the mystery has been solved? I’ll miss the weekly theories and fun but I can’t wait to see how they’ll up the theatrics and clues in season three. Now that the mystery is solved here are my takeaways from the episode.

SPOILERS AHEAD! DO NOT READ IF YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW WHO KILLED EDGAR MINNOWS

This episode was full of laughs, drama, and new beginnings and I enjoyed all 31 minutes of it. They surprisingly fit a lot into this episode so I'm going to break it down into parts:

Lights, Cameras, Action!

Someone on Reddit said they wanted to see S3 be an afterparty for a film adaptation of Xavier's murder and it looks like we're getting just that! Seeing Keke Palmer show up had me screaming internally! She's going to be a perfect Danner and I need season 3 now so I can see her mind movie. Also Elijah Wood and Daniel Radcliffe too?! Like they better give this show all the budget money because they're about to sweep award season. I hope they do get Alia Shawkat to play Chelsea like someone suggested since it's been joked about already that she and Ilana Glazer look alike (I personally don't see it though).

"Fetch that, bitch!"

Zoë fighting Colonel and throwing him out the window took me out! The way she was spinning him around and etc and that whole encounter being a horror story was brilliant. And the fact that he survived by landing on Isabel's trampoline?! He really is a hellhound! I love how someone just had that theory earlier that Edgar mentioning a devil was a response to looking out the window and seeing Colonel bouncing lmao.

Travis Becoming the House

Travis beating Sebastian at his own game was so rewarding to watch. The big theories floating around were that he either recorded the confession and sent it to the police or that he was secretly an investigator, but I really like this ending. Now he got back the money lost and in my mind, he took a trip to meet Weronika in person and they hit it off.

Love is in the Air

Happily Ever Aster, indeed! Aniq and Zoë both proposing to each other was so cute and I love how she was the one who proposed first. I don't know if the rings were meant to show the engagement was still on or if they've already married, but I personally don't care to see a wedding between the two. I'd rather hear they had a great ceremony that was drama free and keep it moving. Hannah and Grace living happily ever after is so sweet because we all know how tv writers love to kill their gays or find some other way of ruining their ending. I need them to show up in a future season happy with a quirky little Wednesday Addams type of baby please! And last but not least, Vivian and Feng. You can tell that they both really love each other and I love that not once in the season did we see Feng holding the affair over her head. Like they're really ride or die for each other and I love that for them. And now that Feng's fees are cleared, they can travel and see the world together since they weren't able to before when Vivian danced with Ulysses. Speaking of Ulysses:

Ulysses Killed Edgar

I didn't want to believe it was him because it really did seem too obvious, but that's the same thing that happened with fans last season right? Although last season I did guess Yasper and that was me watching without knowing of any clues or that the subreddit existed (and I watched it like a week before season 2 so there's that). So everything was exactly as a majority of redditors theorized:

-He brewed the tea during the extremely long shower in Aniq's mind movie

-The whiskey glass was poisoned and accidentally swapped when Feng had Edgar taste the baobing; So Feng being high on adderall in the found footage video was correct

-It did all come down to Ulysses wanting Feng out of the way so he could be with Vivian

-He is delusional as all get out which does mirror Yasper's delusional story in S1

-When he ran to Feng and Vivian's room he expected to find Feng dead hence the shocked expression

-He had a knowledge of the devil's trumpet from his work as a shaman

What was missed was that Grace said she hated whiskey in episode 2 and he was swabbing a whiskey glass in his mind movie so that went right over our heads

Danner said he knew Grace wasn't his daughter so I applaud the writers on fooling me bc I spent the whole season thinking there was a paternity thing going on and nope, just Ulysses being a delusional buncle who is now headed for prison!

I find it so funny though that even though I changed my mind on who the killer was, I still figured out that he was sus because of the koumiss. But I'm a bit confused now bc he gave Travis the koumiss infused dutch babies but he used his horn to brew the tea so where did he store the rest of the koumiss? Did he have two horns? Because he tried to stop Vivian from drinking from it but this was after the days' events played out Does anyone know?

The End

All in all, this was an amazing season and I had so much fun sharing theories with you all and getting to talk about the show weekly. Season 3 is about to be off the chain so when the time comes we've got to More Horse it up! See you all then!

[obeymycok]

Demon bros vs Karen

I work at a trampoline park and unfortunately there's no shortage of crazy people who take their kids there. Last 2 weeks have been especially rough due to being understaffed and reaching max capacity all the time so this is a very self indulgent fic/headcanons. The bros come to see MC at work and someone is just absolutely going off on their precious human. MC is literally almost in tears but the Karen doesn't let up. What would the most powerful Rulers of Hell do to stand up for their MC?

I started this in the beginning of August and it took a more comforting turn at the end. 

Taglist: @trashlord-007 @asmos-slut ​  @q-ueue @simpinginthecorner @thatoneweebdammit

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"If you all aren't ready to go through this portal in 3 seconds I'm leaving you behind!" Lucifer yelled at his disorganized, bickering brothers.

"He started it!" Levi whined as he smacked Mammon one more time for good measure.

"I don't care who started it, I'll finish it!" Lucifer yelled before letting out a very tired sigh. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to take all 7 of them to the human world to visit MC. Mammon and Beel were excited to jump around and go wild. Satan and Belphie wanted to see what you do at work and catch up a bit. Asmo wanted to see all the cute kids but was worried about getting sweaty and dirty. Levi wasn't really down for all the people but you promised he could chill in the break room on the employee wifi if it ever got too much. And Lucifer just wanted to check up on you and make sure you were doing fine they all simp so bad it's embarrassing lmfao.

They finally get to the parking lot and see that the place is PACKED. Levi immediately gets nervous, while the other mostly just get annoyed. They walk in anyway towards the front desk where they see a long line.

"Looks like only one register is working." Satan stated as he realized no one else was at the other monitors.

"UHHH of course we had to pick a busy day..." Levi grumbled to himself as he slipped his headphones on.

Lucifer was about to scold the lot when they heard a shout from the front.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing? This is taking forever! Besides I'm already paying this much money for the wristbands alone and now you want me to PURCHASE special SOCKS too!? Fuck you!"

“I feel bad for whoever’s up front right now...” Beel said with a small frown.

“I-I’m sorry Ma’am, those are the rules of the park."

Wait a second...

Their collective 4 brain cells all came together and realized just who was facing off with the true demon.

“I think you’re just a dipshit who doesn’t know how to do their job! Lazy kids these days....I wanna speak to your MANAGER!”

Thankfully, just as the brothers were all about to collectively lose their shit, the manager stepped in and had the police called. They all quickly followed MC to the break room, Lucifer explaining to the manager that they were family and going to comfort MC.

“OI MC”

“Oh are you okay my darling?”

“This is why I hate normies...”

“Guys, come on. Give them a little space.” Beel said as he pushed through Mammon, Asmo and Levi.

He sat down next to MC on the small couch and gently put his hand on their back, slowly rubbing small circles. MC just latched onto Beel and started sobbing. Everyone else took that as their queue to gather as well, some just standing, others pulling up chairs, and the lucky few who also fit on the couch. The sobs soon turned to hiccups and sniffles as they started wiping their face.

“Here honey, use this.” Asmo said softly, pulling out some tissues as Satan also handed them a water bottle.

“Thanks guys...sorry about all that...” MC started but was quickly cut off by Mammon.

“Hey, don’t you start apologizing. That lady was a real bitch and that was really shitty what she said to you. It was also bullshit since...y’know...you’re always helping us when we need it. And obviously, if the Seven Avatars of the Devildom couldn’t solve their problems, no lazy idiot could.” He finished with a blush as he fought to maintain eye contact.

“Or they’re all idiots too.” MC said jokingly with a little chuckle.

Mammon took that as his cue to joke back, being all fake offended. Everyone else was giggling at the scene soon enough as Lucifer spoke up.

“That, we are, but that doesn’t make you any less of such an amazing person.”

“You should just come back with us MC. I’m sure you’re tired. We can take a nap together.” Belphie said with a cute lil smile.

“Sorry guys...I still have another hour left on my shift an-”

“No need to worry, MC. When I was talking with your manager, she’d told me to tell you to leave early. Only one person can run the front desk anyway and she was more than willing to make adjustments for you.” Lucifer added before they could finish their sentence.

MC sighed with relief and closed their eyes for a second. Looking back up and being greeted with those seven smiling faces was ironically heaven.

“Let’s go home.”

[sisterofficerlucychen]

Ok so first, let’s jump up and down on the bed in celebration that Chenford is canon - with dates, awkwardness, laughter, joy and kissing - until it breaks like we did when we were 14! Let’s do some cartwheels across the yard, do flips on the trampoline and cheer until we lose our voices! YYYYYEEESSSSSSS!!! WHOO HOO!!

Whew.

Ok, now after we lie on the ground from exhaustion and in awe and wonder looking at the very bright future ahead for our adorkable favorite couple, that WE as fans created (I say to myself often, “look, look, look! I made that!)…

Once we calm down and catch our breath, let’s talk about the rumblings I’ve heard about painful, but-wrenching angst in their future.

What kinds of situations do you think could cause them to pause and consider being apart? Or cause angst or some kind? Some kind of betrayal maybe? I hope to go it’s not anything like Isobel saying they are still married or Ashley being pregnant or Lucy having Sir bounce a lot’s baby. I have no ideas. Granted it’s hard and very premature to consider, but we’ve got 10-12 episodes to go yet this season, I cannot see Alexi letting them off Scott free for the rest of the season.

Any thoughts or ideas on your end? If you were the writers wha would you throw at them?

*jumping up and down, jumping up and down* 

PLS. I AM STILL NOT OKAY AND IT’S BEEN 72 HOURS AND I WILL NOT BE OKAY BECAUSE BY THE TIME I WIND DOWN IT’LL BE TUESDAY AGAIN AND I’M GONNA BE A WRECK. AGAIN. 

omg pls, it’s so exciting and crazy to think of the progression of chenford from s1 to now and how we were able to make it canon when alexi was like “lol no”. i still have thoughts on that but that’s for another day. 

so i definitely see angst and i know that it’s not going to be an easy journey like we’re getting so much cuteness and in love chenford that shit’s going to hit the wall at some point, especially considering how this is just the beginning of the winter season like there has to rising action at some point mid-way through the season or even toward the end to set up the next one. if i'm remembering correctly, season 4 was the only season that didn’t end with a cliffhanger (per se), so they could definitely go that route. considering the ratings from tuesday’s episode, season 6 is coming (and they should just do 7, 8, and 9 at this point imo because i want more years of chenford haha). 

i think there’s quite a bit that they could do and play with and to different extents of it. like i really hope that they find a good balance between bringing up obstacles that have humor in them as well as drama. i don’t think they’d go that route of bringing back isabel as an obstacle or a pregnancy like that’s way too daytime soap. i 100% with you on them not sailing off into the sunset, there’s no way there’s not conflict that’s going to arise.

i think off the get-go, their job is going to get in the way. we already saw it in the last episode where tim had a reaction to aaron talking about how dating within the department would only be a problem if that person is within your chain of command. it’s something they’ll have to deal with eventually. on that same note though, what nyla told lucy about how she’s respected and basically built a name for herself will be referred back to and used to resolve part of that tension

which brings up chenford secret dating era — this is completely going to cause problems whether it is comedic bits like we saw when they were coming up with a cover story at the station or actual problems because they can’t hide it forever and the sneaking around becomes bigger than both of them

i don’t think either of them will transfer out of the station because logistically it doesn’t make sense but once their relationship is out, the threat of one of them having to transfer and it seeming like one of them is leaving or breaking things off because they think that by doing so they’re letting the other grow professionally and it’s the right thing to do

i will preface this with i have read too many fanfics and i love every single one — but internal affairs getting involved because it comes to light that a superior is dating his subordinate and is just a nightmare for the both of them trying to prove that no lines were crossed but also maybe tension with the rest of the group for some reason??

lucy’s parents are an obstacle i could see. they’ve made their feelings about lucy being a cop very clear so how are they going to feel when lucy admits she’s dating another cop?? especially considering it was the one who was her training officer. i could also see her parents having a problem with their age difference? i think he’s about eight to ten years older than lucy? but that’s just off the general vibe i’ve gotten from vanessa and patrick

tim’s protectiveness. while i LOVE how protective tim is over lucy, i feel like that is going to become heightened now that they’re dating and it could get in the way. like him worrying could either affect her job and she gets hurt because she’s lost focus or she gets upset at him because she thinks he thinks she can’t handle it

more than anything, i think general misunderstandings? we saw it in 5x02 when they fell into this weird, awkward funk that affected how they communicated and lucy thought he was pushing her away for different reasons. i could see there being a misunderstanding that spirals into something that lasts an episode or two that just is peak angst where it seems like they may break it off but it ends up being them taking one step backward and two steps forward at the end with them reaching a new milestone

i do think one of them being in danger could be something toward the end like a cliffhanger that could happen like it’s not necessarily something that has them considering to be apart but rather the universe pulling them apart

this is a stretch but i think it’s a possibility? tim’s family, specifically his dad. i do think tim made peace with his dad but i could also see it bringing up a lot of emotions once he passes and it being a challenge that they have to navigate because he could shut off or it could cause tensions with genny that lucy tries to help and makes the situation worse

losing someone close to them. i do not want anyone dying but people deal with grief in such different ways that i think this could be used as a plot device where it leads to miscommunication because one of them is shutting the other out and it just spirals into something else

going back to your mention of isabel, maybe they do go with the “something from their past comes back to haunt them” trope. i have no idea what or who aside from isabel or tim’s dad though

one thing that chenford has always done well is communicate (ya know except for that time they didn’t). lucy has always been a very open book and through the seasons has pushed tim to do the same. like the fact that they were able to acknowledge how awkward they felt in the first date was huge because anyone else would have called it good and called it quits. they’re willing to fight for each other which i think is so rare and so precious. lucy wasn’t kidding when she said he was the most important relationship in her life and i think they’re both aware of the weight that holds. which also in a way could cause it’s own set of problem because of how hard they’re trying

bonus - this has nothing to do with situations that could drive them apart but it is something i’d love to see the writers do: 

i would have them do a proper crossover and include lucy and tim in it, specifically go undercover as dim and juicy again and include brenden and laura in their undercover shenanigans because i want a cute or funny chenford and brensen scene. 

thanks for the questions! ♡ this was so much fun to think about

[prettyinpink350]

Because I liked a boy

Warnings: illusion to sex, cheating, crying steve is a real jerk, mention to boob jobs? Thats all I think, oh and A LOT of angst

You didnt know he was married..

It hurt seeing him all over her when last night he was next to you promising the world. She was everything you were not, her hair color was the opposite of yours and her height was totally different partially like the two of you were from different planets.

The big rock that sat on her hand told you all you needed to know, steve Rogers was a cheater.

You looked away from the picture perfect couple the sight too madding.

I said I wanted thin mints and you said you knew a guy

You showed up with a boom box and stars in your eyes

Who knew cuddling on trampolines could be so reckless?

We bonded over black eyed peas and complicated exes

"Oh oh steve look we should get some?!" You said while the Christmas lights dazzled in the city, the two of you walking when you spotted the thin mints from a girl scout booth.

He chulcked at how cute you were. "Well let's go get some!"

Fell so deeply into it

It was all so innocent

Now you stood in dress that was big enough to hold all the lies and secrets he said, it fit you perfectly.

Now I'm a homewrecker, I'm a slut

I got death threats filling up semi trucks

Tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice

All because I liked-

I'm a hot topic on your tongue

I'm a rebound gettin' 'round stealin' from the young

Tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice

All because I liked a boy

You stayed far from Captain America and mrs America. You knew deep down that you had to right to hate her but you did because she was perfect. And the perfect man needs a perfect wife. Not a mutant.

You sat in the ballroom with so many guests here for the stark gala. You said hello to everyone you knew and talked to some new people your eyes never tried to find him. And if you did get a glimpse you would walk the other way.

I'm not catastrophizing

Everything's derailing

Was only tryna hold you close

While your heart was failing

It's not internet illusions just

two kids going through it

You said I'm too late to be your first love

But I'll always be your favorite

Until his eyes found you, his breath was gone like smoke in the rain. You were what he wanted but he knew better, mr. Perfectly fine needs a mrs perfectly okay. He knew what he was doing was wrong but he lost so much and for once he wanted to be selfish.

He almost went back in time to be with his first love but bucky didn't deserve that and she was only first many, more were to come. He wished that it wasn't you, he wished he could go back and change the way he took his own happiness. It laid in you not her.

She was what people wanted to see him with, a white girl who was smart with rich parents, a girl that started to get botox at 18. The "perfect" suburban dream a hot wife with fake boobs.

You walked to the bathroom tears were threatening to leak. "Y/n" he said as he raced after you.

"Your married! You cheating scumbag get away from me!" You yelled tears now falling.

"I'm so sorry bumblebee" he tried to reach you but you moved back.

"Why?! What was the point?!" You said anger in your eyes.

"Why what?" He yelled back getting frustrated at how his life turned out but he was taking it out on you.

"Why tell me you love me when you dont mean it! Why make me love you when you knew I could never be with you! All this time I talked about living with you and sharing my life and dreams our future! You let me look like a fool."

"I do love you and I want to be with you! I do!" He yelled tears now running down his face as well.

"But I'm not good enough, you love me but your to afraid to say to the world so you would rather be with someone who you dont! All because your afraid!" You yelled back.

"I-i" he didnt get to finish.

"You know it's funny, your brave enough to fight aliens and wars but not enough to love me openly"

You walked away from him. A love affair that scorned the two. A man to afraid.

Now I'm a homewrecker, I'm a slut

I got death threats filling up semi trucks

Tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice

All because I liked

I'm a hot topic on your tongue

I'm a rebound gettin' 'round stealin' from the young

Tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice

All because I liked a boy

All because I liked a boy

Fell so deeply into it

It was all so innocent

Dating boys with exes

No, I wouldn't recommend it

I'm a homewrecker, I'm a slut

I got death threats filling up semi trucks

Tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice

All because I liked a boy

And all of this for what?

When everything went down we'd already broken up

Please tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice

All because I liked a boy

All because I liked a boy

[yoomtahsgf]

what would your dates with yoomtah be like !! 🎙️

UEUEUEUEUUEUE...............I LIKE TO IMAGINE SHE LIKES TO TAKE ME TO LIKE BAKERIES CAFES AND STUFF BC I LOVE SWEETS..........ALSO SHOPPING FOR CUTE CLOTHES 25% TO ACTUALLY BUY STUFF 75% TO SQUEE AT EACH OTHER WEARING CUTE NEW OUTFITS SJDJSKFJKDJF ALSO ALSO!!!!!!!!!!ZOOS AND AQUARIUMS................she would wear special gloves so she doesnt accidentally zap the animals in the touch pools and/or get water damage LOL AND AND AMUSEMENT PARKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WE ARE BOTH THE TYPE OF PEOPLE TO GO ON THE SAME ROLLERCOASTER 284728482984 TIMES IN A ROW LOL<3ALSO I THINK THAT HER PERSONAL FAVORITES WOULD BE AMUSEMENT PARKS MENTIONED BEFORE, ARCADES, TRAMPOLINE PARKS LIKE SKYZONE AND STUFF, GOING TO ONE OF THOSE SMASH ROOM THINGS AND BREAKING STUFF TOGETHER FOR FUN LOL, AND MORE ADVENTUROUS STUFF SAY LIKE SKYDIVING<3HONESTLY ANYTHING WOULD BE FUN WITH HER BUT THOSE ARE JUST SOME I CAN THINK OF RIGHT NOW EHE<3