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katethewriter · 2 years

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...... Can my fluffy be they get a dog named fluffy at a pet store together

Wanda+Nat+us(y/n)

Fluffy

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Words: 1k~

Warnings: none, just fluff, fluffy, very fluffy, all puns intended

A/N: I changed it from a pet store to an animal shelter, I hope that is ok. Thank you so much for the request anon! I hope you enjoy! ❤️

"We have two litters of puppies at the moment, a set of terrier mixes and another group that is probably a mix of lab and german shepherd," Mary, the shelter volunteer says as she leads the three women through the kennels.

It has taken a while, but Wanda and Y/n were finally successful in convincing Natasha that Liho needs a friend. They had considered getting another cat, but having a dog is something that Y/n has wanted her entire life.

Her parents never allowed her to have a pet growing up, despite her begging for a dog since she was old enough to speak.

Natasha and Wanda are so tightly wrapped around her finger, Y/n only had to ask once and they immediately agreed.

Thats how they ended up here. In the animal shelter, they walk through rows of pins, each filled with dogs of all shapes and sizes. Most of the dogs wag their tails and barking excitedly as the group passes.

They come to a stop in front of a kennel with five black and brown puppies inside. "These are the shepherd mixes," Mary says as she opens the kennel door, so the women can go inside to pet and play with the puppies. "They're around 8 weeks old. They came in with their mom about a month ago."

One of the puppies jumps into Natasha's lap and gives her a big, slobbery lick on her cheek. Her two girlfriends try to hold back their giggles while she grimaced.

"They are all great dogs, friendly, playful," Mary nods her head in the direction of the smallest one, "that little brown one is a rascal though."

Y/n reaches out her hand to pet the puppy in question. He lets her pet him twice, then decides he'd rather wrestle with her, playfully nipping and pawing at her hand.

"Here," Mary opens the kennel door for them to exit, "the other litter is down here."

The four of them continue their trip down the rows. They look into the pins as they pass, and they can't help but smile.

As soon as the dogs catch sight of them, they stop their playing or eating or even sleeping and run to the doors. The women get their full attention as they paw at the kennel doors excitedly.

All except one.

"Who is this?" Wanda asks coming to a halt in front of a particular kennel on the left. She was the only one to spot him since the others were looking to the right.

The other three stop and turn to the cage she is pointing to.

Inside lays a golden retriever, clearly much older than the other dogs. The fur on his face has all gone white. The fur on his paws and tail have also begun to lose the tan color of the rest of his fur. He slowly raises his head when they stop in front of him.

"That's Fluffy," Mary sighs.

"Fluffy?" Natasha raises an eyebrow with a smirk.

Mary chuckles, "my niece named him when he came in.”

Fluffy rises from his bed in the corner and approaches them through the kennel door. His slow movements betray his age.

"How long has he been here?" Y/n asks, kneeling in front of the dog to greet him.

"7 years," the volunteer opens the kennel, but doesn't bother closing them inside. The poor thing is too old to try and take off. "He's our oldest current resident."

Fluffy sits between the women, soaking up all the attention he can get. His tail wags slightly at the pets he is being showered with.

Wanda looks up from the sweet dog, "how old is he?"

"12, part of the reason he's been here so long. He's the sweetest dog, but most people want a puppy or a younger dog who can actually play with them. Fluffy spends most of his time laying around and sleeping."

Natasha scratches under his chin, and he leans into her touch, "how did he end up here?"

"Was he abandoned?" Y/n asks.

Mary smiles sadly, "no, thankfully not abandoned or abused. He had a great home, but his owners died in a car wreck. They didn't really have family to take him in. So, he was brought here. We've been trying to find him a forever home, but no luck."

Fluffy lays down, placing his head Y/n's lap. She strokes his head gently, feeling like she has finally found the furry friend she has been begging for her whole life.

She looks up to her girlfriends, hoping for some kind of approval. The three of them look to each other and they all know.

They found the one.

Natasha stands and begins speaking with Mary about the adoption process, while Y/n and Wanda sit with Fluffy telling him about his new home and his fur sister, Liho, and how he is going to be cared for for the rest of his life.

"Here we go."

15 minutes later, Wanda holds the shelter door open while Y/n exits with a leash in her hand. They both coax Fluffy out of the door and onto the sidewalk outside.

Natasha and Mary follow close behind. The volunteer holds out a bag for Natasha, "here this is for you."

"What's this?" the red head takes the bag and peaks inside. There's a stuffed animal, several chew toys and a couple blankets.

"It's for him," Mary smiles, "some of the volunteers liked to give him presents on his birthday."

She kneels in front of the dog to say goodbye. "You're finally going home buddy. I think you're gonna like it there; you hit the dog-mom jackpot.” She gives him a final kiss and chin scratch, “you better behave. I told them you were a good boy, don't make me a liar," she playfully scolds before standing again.

"We'll take good care of him," Wanda promises.

The volunteer smile, "I'm not worried. Thank you so much for taking him in."

"Come on, Fluffy," Y/n scratches his head and lightly tugs the lead.

They wave goodbye, and the three women begin the walk to take care of their first order of business: take their new fur baby to the pet store and spoil him rotten.

Fluffy walks along between them, wagging his tail happily. After 7 long years in a shelter, he is finally going home, with a family he will have forever.

Three moms who are going to love and spoil him for the rest of his life.

He must be the luckiest dog in the world.

#k hits 1k!#i would die for fluffy #adopt dont shop #pet rescue #wandanat x reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximov x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov x reader #wandanat #wanda x natasha #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #wanda maximov x natasha romanov #wanda maximoff #wanda maximov #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov

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bowtiebuns · 1 year

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Been getting into Transformers lately, so I decided to come up with my own version of Arcee!

This iteration is a youngbot with a lot of attitude (much like her IDW and Prime counterparts). While she can be rough around the edges, Arcee does have a good heart and would go all the way for her friends.

#arcee #transformers #robots #tf #art #my art #fanart #maccadam #i just noticed while designing her that she kinda has a bunny motif #which is so cute like #local tomboy surrounds herself with fluffy little rabbits and would die for them

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narmothewraith · 5 months

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I've been working at this piece for 5 hours and I didn't even noticed it so, I didn't eat and drink. Fuck hyperfocus. I hope y'all like it, just like I do :)

Hurt/comfort hug between Percy & Poseidon ❤️

Poseidon thinking about who made his son cry + payback (aka his wrath)

#i'm having brainrot about Percy and Poseidon #I just love to read fics about their relationship #and I absolutely love those where Poseidon is protective of Percy or even possessive #or even darker ones. Where Poseidon loves Percy so much. he just cant think about the fact that his son is mortal #so he's thinking of stealing Percy away. Like forcing godhood on him or whatever. So long Percy is with him forever. His favourite son #Like please let the gods be gods. Let te gods have some darker aspects of them. Sure I love fluffy fics but they are still gods #anyways since Poseidon is a king. I felt he deserved jewellery. I used aquamarine and pearls for his jewelry. Since ya know God of the Seas #also I love Poseidon with longer hair and if you look closely his hair is actually blue 🥺#and I loved the idea. that you could see some of the gods “godly aura”#While I know Riordan said something about that if a mortal saw it they would die or something #but I like to headcanon that demigods can see a bit of a glow around the gods. And a god can choose if they want demigods to see it or not #poseidon #percy jackson #percy jackson fanart #percy jackson fandom #pjo fanart #pjo fandom #percy pjo #pjo #fanart #artists on tumblr #my art <3 #my own post

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lanshappycorner · 1 year

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⚠️Fell Xenologue spoilers!⚠️

Fogado/Alcryst if alt Fogado had somehow managed to get away with taking over Fogado's place....

#fogado enjoying his newfound happy life thinking that he can keep up this charade forever until he actually falls in love with alcryst #who is in love with HIS fogado . and most definitely would not hesitate to snap alt fogado's neck if he found out the truth #but ngl if Alcryst looked at me like in the last pic id be shitting bricks stay strong fogado. or die #fire emblem #fire emblem engage #alcryst fire emblem #fogado fire emblem #spoilers #i may not look it but these two are living rent free in my brain i should draw smth fluffy for them #affoluna

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impala-dreamer · 3 months

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is this too romantic? am I going too far? is there any other way to write romance than all in, all encompassing, perfectly magical? no. this is fine.

#talking to myself as i write #it's so flufffffyyyyyy #i should write romcoms i'd really be great at it #except someone would inexpicably die or get shot out of nowhere #and then ya know #“dying in the rain talking about theology”#classic me #also fuck you bc theres so much i cant share anymore #because you took it all away #why am i rambling in the tags agani #no one reads anyway #so screw you you hurt me #but im not going anywhere #i'm gonna stay here and write this stupid fluffy romanctic shit #and love it #and then i'll write my dean and jensen and misha #and i will love that too #and someday i won't be so sad or indifferently angry at you #and maybe i'll get back to writing what i used to but cant now bc you took it from me #i should delete this but honestly no #i'm not goinig to #now im just curious to how manyt ags i can have #someone count this i cant math #anyway whatever #writing #henry cavill #whatttttttt

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mindyco · 1 year

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Beel x gn!Reader 🩷 [Beel saves us from NPC demons]

Warnings: none

Artwork credit: @AngyeFdez

Bruh, I was in the mood to make a super duper cliche scenario where we get lost in the Devildom and end up getting followed by fucking NPC demons, but then a hot male bod comes to save the day. So I did. Thanks, Beel. ٩(^ᴗ^)۶ For this short scenario replace your name with _____

Lost in the labyrinthine streets of the Devildom, you find yourself in a state of unease, your heart pounding with trepidation. The dark shadows seem to dance around you, whispering secrets that make your skin prickle. Each step you took felt like a treacherous journey into the unknown, and the darkness seemed to taunt you with its ominous presence. As your heart pounded in your chest, thoughts of self-doubt and anxiety swirled in your mind. Desperate for a lifeline, you reach out, trembling fingers dialing Beel's number on your D.D.D.

As the seconds tick by, the tension threatens to suffocate you, until finally, you hear a familiar voice on the other end of the line. It's Beel, his voice a soothing balm to your anxious soul. The mere sound of him is enough to ignite a spark of hope within you.

"_____? What’s wrong?" Beel's voice was laced with worry and urgency as he listened intently to your frightened words.

"Hey, Beel… I, uh, got lost, and I'm not sure where I am," you explain, your voice filled with a touch of embarrassment. "I know you're busy, but could you help me find my way back?"

Beel's deep voice on the other end carries a soothing warmth that instantly puts you at ease. "Of course, _____! Don't worry, I'll come to find you right away. Just stay on the line, and let me know what you see around you."

As you describe your surroundings, a sense of anticipation builds within you. You're oblivious to the gang of demons that lurk in the shadows, their malevolent intentions hidden behind smirks and leering gazes.

While waiting, a sudden noise startles you, causing your heart to leap into your throat. The sound seems to echo through the still night air, and your imagination runs wild with fearful thoughts. Your hand trembles and your grip on the phone tightens.

But just as panic threatens to overtake you, a familiar voice breaks through the chaos. "_____, it's Beel. I'm here, don't worry."

Suddenly, like a guardian angel, Beel strides into the scene, his presence commanding attention. A scowl forms on his face as his eyes lock onto the gang of demons, a warning etched into his expression. His massive frame seems to fill the space, casting an imposing shadow over anyone who dares to approach.

"Are you okay?" Beel asks, concern evident in his voice. "I'm sorry I scared you. Let's get out of here and go back home."

The sight of him is nothing short of breathtaking, a living embodiment of strength and protection. His muscular frame, sculpted with the precision of a divine craftsman, exudes an aura of raw power that leaves you in awe.

Beel's face, chiseled with determination and tenderness, captivates your gaze. His intense eyes, like molten amber, hold a depth that seems to reflect the entire universe. They shimmer with a gentle warmth, offering solace and understanding in their depths. His smile radiates a genuine joy, contagious and inviting, as if it holds the power to chase away any trace of darkness.

Towering above, Beel stands at an impressive height, a living testament to his otherworldly lineage. His broad shoulders and muscular arms a testament to his physical prowess. The fabric of his white hoodie clings to his frame, accentuating the contours of his muscular physique.

His hair, a vibrant shade of orange, tumbles in disarray, wild and untamed like a flame that dances in the wind. Each strand carries a life of its own, defying gravity and framing his handsome face. There's a touchable softness to his locks, an invitation to run your fingers through them, to feel their silky texture against your skin.

A/N: Sorry, I just needed to describe why Beel is so fucking hot.

In his entirety, Beel radiates a magnetic charm, a blend of strength and gentleness that is both awe-inspiring and comforting. Every aspect of his appearance, from his captivating gaze to his tousled hair, is a testament to his divine allure. It's no wonder that you find yourself drawn to him, your heart yearning for his unwavering protection and the love that emanates from his very being.

"Beel! Oh my gosh, you're here!" you exclaim, a rush of relief flooding through you. "I was so scared, but now that you're here, I feel so much better. Thank you for coming to find me."

Your words tumble out in a flurry, your nervousness giving way to an overwhelming joy upon seeing Beel's familiar face. You find solace in the way his hand gently pushes you closer to him, his touch both grounding and reassuring. You feel small in his presence, barely reaching below his chest, but his protective aura wraps around you like a shield.

As you excitedly chatter away, your words pouring out like a torrent of emotions, Beel's attention is solely fixed on you. His eyes soften, his lips curling into a tender smile as he listens to your every word. The way you light up, your eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, captures his heart, reinforcing the protective instinct within him.

Though you remain oblivious to the danger that hovers just out of sight, Beel sees it all. The demons' vile intentions are met with the full weight of his glare, a silent threat that declares they should never dare to lay a finger on you.

His arm tightens around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, as if to shield you from the preying eyes and lingering darkness. You feel the warmth and security of his touch, blissfully unaware of the menacing eyes tracking your every move. Your small hand rests comfortably in his, fingers interlaced, a connection that speaks of trust and affection.

In the midst of your animated conversation, Beel interrupts your words with a gentle request. "_____, promise me something," he says, his voice laced with both concern and affection. "Whenever you go out, make sure I'm with you, okay?"

His words hold a genuine sincerity, a deep-rooted need to safeguard you from the perils that lurk in the shadows. In that moment, you catch a glimpse of the depth of Beel's feelings, his unwavering devotion and unwavering determination to keep you out of harm's way.

Unaware of the turmoil that transpired, you nod, your trust in Beel unwavering. "I promise, Beel." you reply, your voice filled with affection and gratitude.

Beel's soft smile widens, his heart swelling with love and adoration for you. In that moment, he makes a silent vow to himself—to protect you from every danger, to be the pillar of strength you can always rely on.

Though his eyes had burned with a fierce glare when they met the demons, his gaze softens as it settles on you. He listens intently, every word you speak filling his heart with a warmth that surpasses comprehension. A tender smile graces his lips, his eyes twinkling with adoration. In that moment, he sees you for the precious soul that you are, innocent and delicate in a world teeming with darkness.

His proximity alone offers a sense of security, even as the demons skulk in the shadows, their malicious intentions hidden from your unsuspecting gaze.

As you continue to walk alongside Beel, a sudden movement catches your attention. Before you can react, Beel swiftly scoops you up into his arms, eliciting a soft yelp from your lips. You instinctively grasp onto his broad shoulders, your eyes locking with his.

"Beel, why are you carrying me? Did something happen?" you ask, your voice filled with curiosity. As you instinctively lean forward, attempting to catch a glimpse of what transpired behind him, a firm yet gentle resistance meets your attempt, preventing you from peering past his broad frame.

A subtle tension momentarily flickers in Beel's expression, a mix of protectiveness and a desire to shield you from whatever lies behind. His eyes meet yours, a silent plea urging you to trust him, to relinquish the need for answers in this moment.

Beel glances down at you with a warm smile, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I just thought it'd be faster this way. And I don't want you to get tired from walking," he replies, his voice gentle and reassuring.

Confusion flickers in your eyes, but you can't help but return his smile. The feeling of being held in his strong embrace, your feet no longer touching the ground, fills you with a mixture of surprise and delight. With each step he takes, his pace quickens, his strides covering ground effortlessly.

As Beel carries you through the labyrinthine streets, your heart beats in sync with the rhythm of his steps. The world blurs around you, the dimly lit alleys and looming shadows fading into insignificance as your focus remains on Beel's unwavering gaze. The corners of your lips curl upward, a silent testament to the trust and connection that grows between you.

In the gentle sway of Beel's movements, you find a sense of security and belonging. The world around you may be filled with hidden dangers, but in this moment, you feel invincible, cocooned in the safety of Beel's arms. You relish in the closeness, your fingers tracing invisible patterns on his shoulders.

As you continue your conversation, Beel's steps remain steady and purposeful, his eyes scanning the surroundings to ensure your safety. Despite the lingering danger that had threatened you earlier, the two of you find solace in each other's company, your words flowing effortlessly and filling the air with warmth and laughter.

～ 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

#obey me #beel x reader #beel x mc #obey me beelzebub #x reader #fluffy #cute #protective babe #I would die for Beel #Show me your abs please and thank you

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adharastarlight · 1 year

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James: hey Reggie, do you know what tomorrow is?

Reg: Tuesday?

James: no. Well, yes. But its Valentines day!

Reg: what? Oh, the stupid muggle day of tacky cards and chocolate hearts?

James: ...well alright, I was going to ask you to be my valentine, but no thats fi-

Reg: Wait! No! It's a great holiday! Get back here

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allhailthepandicorn · 3 months

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Forget "if evil, why hot?"

Give me, "if evil, why fluffy?"

I demand more villains that lure me in with my primal instinct to pet anything possessing even mild floof.

Throw the chosen one's parents off a cliff? Why yes sir, Evil Puppy Sir, whatever you say.

#seriously #I have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair #if there weren't bars in the zoo I would have died so many times trying to pet things #WHY ARE ALL THE PREDATORS FLUFFY #I would literally sell my soul to pet fluffy things #Which is why I should never ever meet alastor #hazbin alastor #his ears flick back and everything #I would die again if I got to pet them

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ask-mark-stuff · 2 months

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If you could be an animal, what animal would each of you choose?

I want to be a bunny! They're so cute!

I agree, Mark! Bunnies are adorable :)

(A few moments later)

It's dinner time!

(Billy hands Mark a plate of a single piece of carrot)

I don't...like carrots. Can we eat something else?

No silly, you wanted to be a bunny. Bunnies love carrots :)

But-

Go on Mark, eat it.

(Mark sadly eats the carrot)

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I would choose to be a wolf! They're caring, intelligent, playful and friendly! :)

#some fun facts that made me choose these animals 4 them!#for mark i chose bunnies cuz bunnies can die from loneliness and mark is. well. isolated from his friends #plus bunnies need 2 be outside n such 4 them 2 not get depressed and mark is trapped in the house #bunnies are adorable and so is mark #overall i think mark would choose them cuz bunnies r adorable n soft n fluffy n he would love them!#for billy. i was gonna make it a mooses or dolphins at first cuz they r seem as harmless but r actually deadly little fucks #butt i went with wolf cuz i felt like it would be better in terms of symbolism #like the whole wolf in sheeps clothing thing #and wolves r playful social creatures. which is kinda like billy as he wants attention from his peers (as said in maf lore video)#and i just felt like hed choose an animal who has lots of yk. advantage traits? idk how 2 explain it loll #anyways yeah!#sorry i took so long on this ask TwT #ashur gharavi #mark and friends #an answer for an ask #maf #twomp #ask blog #queue

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tanunigans · 6 months

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My boi Fluffy ! A small break from my army of canon smurfs. I missed drawing my OCs so I decided on doodling a Fluffy.

Also new profile picture, because I desperately needed one

#tanu art #smurfs #smurf #the smurfs #les schtroumpfs #smurf oc #smurfs oc #my ocs #fluffy smurf #HE BABY #He has PAW PADS #This looks like a sticker and I would die to have it

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reallygroovyninja · 6 months

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This was inspired by the prompt - Kissing in a pillow fort

The sky was a brilliant shade of blue, speckled with fluffy, white clouds as Lexa made her way to Clarke's house. It was a Saturday afternoon, the kind that whispered promises of endless possibilities and adventures. Lexa’s footsteps were light, her heart filled with the familiar thrill of spending the day with her best friend.

As she approached the Griffin residence, the sound of laughter and music spilled out from an open window, guiding Lexa like a beacon. She rang the doorbell, a smile already blooming on her face.

Clarke opened the door, her bright blue eyes shining with excitement. "Lexa! You're here!" she exclaimed, stepping aside to let her in.

The Griffin house always felt like a second home to Lexa. There was a warmth to it, a lived-in feeling that made her feel instantly comfortable. She followed Clarke through the hallway, their conversation a lively stream of updates and shared jokes.

They reached Clarke's room, where a magnificent pillow fort awaited. It was a sprawling construction of blankets, pillows, and fairy lights, creating a cozy haven. Clarke's artistic touch was evident in the hand-drawn banners and colorful cushions that adorned their fortress.

"Welcome to our Saturday headquarters!" Clarke declared, her eyes sparkling with mischief and excitement.

Lexa laughed, her heart light. "It's amazing, Clarke. You've outdone yourself!"

They crawled into the fort, the outside world melting away as they entered their own little universe. Inside, the fort was even more magical. The fairy lights cast a soft glow, creating a world that felt removed from reality, a place where only they existed.

Clarke and Lexa sat cross-legged in the pillow fort, surrounded by a sea of soft blankets and the gentle glow of fairy lights. The air was filled with the sweet scent of popcorn and the quiet hum of their shared laughter. Clarke, with a half-eaten popcorn in hand, suddenly turned to Lexa, her expression a mix of amusement and curiosity.

"Did you hear about Miss Diyoza in class yesterday? She got super mad because some kids were passing notes," Clarke said, her voice tinged with a hint of teenage drama.

Lexa’s eyes widened, her interest piqued. "Really? I missed that! She's usually so chill. What happened?"

Clarke leaned in closer, as if sharing a secret. "It was during the history lecture. And then, out of nowhere, she just stopped talking and stared at Monty and Harper passing this crumpled paper."

"No way!" Lexa exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with the thrill of classroom gossip.

"Yeah! And she said, 'If you have something to share, please feel free to enlighten the whole class.'" Clarke mimicked Miss Diyoza's stern tone, causing both girls to giggle.

Lexa shook her head, smiling. "That's so like her. Did she read the note in front of the class?"

Clarke nodded, giggling. "Yeah, she did. Monty asks Harper to be his girlfriend"

Lexa laughed. "That’s embarrassing."

Clarke reached for another handful of popcorn, her eyes dancing with a mischievous glint.

"Did you hear about Bellamy and Echo?" she asked, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

Lexa's eyes lit up with interest, a smile playing on her lips. "No, what happened?"

"They're apparently dating now," Clarke revealed, her words laced with the excitement of a juicy secret.

Lexa gasped theatrically. "Really? Since when? They barely even talk in class!"

Clarke shrugged, enjoying the shared gossip. "I heard it from Raven. She said they've been hanging out a lot after school lately. It's so weird, right?"

"Yeah, totally unexpected," Lexa agreed, her tone full of wonder. "School's been full of surprises lately."

The conversation spiraled into a lively exchange of school gossip. They talked about who liked whom, which teachers were rumored to be the strictest, and the latest drama from the school play auditions. Each revelation was met with gasps, giggles, and wide-eyed expressions.

Clarke, with a sly grin, leaned closer. "And guess what else? I heard that Mr. Pike caught Jasper and Maya passing notes in English class. But instead of getting mad, he read the note out loud, and it was a really bad poem Jasper wrote for Maya!"

Lexa burst into laughter, covering her mouth with her hand. "No way!"

After their laughter had subsided from the latest round of school gossip, Clarke glanced at the small laptop they had set up in the corner of their pillow fort. An idea sparked in her eyes, and she turned to Lexa with an excited grin.

"Hey, do you want to watch a movie?" Clarke asked, her eyes shining with anticipation.

Lexa's face lit up at the suggestion. "Yeah, that sounds awesome! What should we watch?"

Clarke bit her lip in thought, scanning through the list of movies they had been wanting to see. "How about a rom-com? Something light and fun?"

"Perfect choice!" Lexa agreed enthusiastically. "Rom-coms are the best for nights like these."

Clarke navigated through the streaming service, her finger hovering over the titles. Finally, her eyes landed on a movie they had both been talking about seeing. It was a new romantic comedy that everyone at school seemed to be talking about.

"What about this one?" Clarke pointed to the screen, displaying the movie's poster, which featured a colorful and whimsical design. "I've heard it's really funny."

Lexa peered at the screen and nodded, her smile widening. "Yes, let's watch that! I've been wanting to see it ever since Anya mentioned it."

Excited, Clarke clicked on the movie, and the opening credits began to roll. They adjusted their positions in the fort, making sure both of them could see the screen comfortably. Clarke grabbed a couple of extra pillows for them to lean on and pulled the bowl of popcorn closer.

As the movie started, the fort was filled with the sounds of laughter and dialogue from the screen. Clarke and Lexa were soon absorbed in the story, commenting on the characters and laughing at the funny scenes. The outside world seemed to fade away as they delved into the world of the movie, enjoying the comfort of each other's company and the shared joy of a good film.

When the movie reached its climax and the two lead characters shared a tender, triumphant kiss, Clarke turned to Lexa, a curious glimmer in her eyes.

"Lexa, have you ever kissed anyone?" Clarke asked, a playful tone in her voice.

Lexa, taken aback by the sudden question, shook her head with a shy smile. "No, I haven't. What about you?"

"Me neither," Clarke replied, a bit of a giggle escaping her. She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Do you think it's like how they show in movies?"

Lexa pondered for a moment, her gaze turning back to the frozen image of the kissing couple on the laptop screen. "I don't know. It looks… nice, I guess? But probably not exactly like that in real life."

The idea seemed to hang in the air between them, a bubble of curiosity in their cozy world of pillows and blankets.

"Maybe we could… you know, try it? Just a peck, to see what it's like," Clarke suggested, the words tumbling out in a rush, her cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Lexa's eyes widened slightly, but then she nodded, a mutual understanding of friendship and trust between them. "Okay, just a peck. Like a practice."

They both leaned in awkwardly, their eyes closing as they shared a quick, innocent kiss, more a brush of lips than anything else. As they pulled away, Clarke burst into giggles, the sound light and carefree.

"That was… weird," Clarke said, still laughing.

Lexa laughed too, though her mind was a whirlwind of new feelings and thoughts. It was a simple, innocent moment, but it sparked a realization within her, an awakening of sorts to new possibilities she hadn't considered before.

The movie resumed playing, but Lexa's thoughts were elsewhere, gently exploring the new emotions that the innocent peck had stirred. It was a moment of self-discovery, subtle yet significant, a first step in understanding herself better.

Clarke, oblivious to Lexa's internal revelations, chatted away, filling the fort with her cheerful voice. The night continued with more laughter, movie scenes, and shared snacks, a testament to the simplicity and beauty of their friendship.

As the movie credits rolled and the fairy lights in the pillow fort seemed to glow a bit softer, Clarke and Lexa lay side by side, a comfortable silence enveloping them. The laughter and conversations of the evening had woven a new layer into the tapestry of their friendship, each moment a thread of shared experiences and understanding.

Clarke turned her head to look at Lexa, her eyes reflecting the dim light. "Tonight was fun, Lexa. We should do this more often."

Lexa smiled, her thoughts still lingering on the revelations of the evening, but her heart full of warmth for the friendship she shared with Clarke. "Yeah, it was perfect. Best Saturday ever."

They began to tidy up the fort, folding blankets and gathering up the remnants of their snacks. As they worked, their chatter was light and easy, punctuated with laughter and plans for their next adventure.

Finally, with the fort returned to its former state of just being Clarke's room, Lexa gathered her things to leave. At the door, she turned to Clarke, a genuine smile on her face. "Thanks for today, Clarke. It really meant a lot."

Clarke hugged Lexa, the bond between them stronger than ever. "Anytime, Lexa. You're always welcome here. See you on Monday?"

"See you on Monday," Lexa agreed, stepping out into the cool night air, her heart light with the joys of youth and the comfort of a friendship that was more like family.

As Lexa walked home under the gentle glow of the starlit sky, her thoughts kept drifting back to the day's playful dare and the quick, innocent kiss she shared with Clarke. She could still feel her heart fluttering a bit, a mixture of surprise and excitement at the new experience.

The kiss was brief, a mere peck, but it left Lexa with a whirl of feelings she hadn't expected. She wondered what it meant, feeling a buzz of curiosity about the new emotions stirring inside her.

Skipping a little as she walked, Lexa felt a warm glow inside her. Today wasn't just any other day—it was a day where something new and exciting happened, a day she would definitely remember.

After Lexa left, Clarke lay in her bed, her room feeling a bit more special after their fun day. She couldn't stop thinking about the movie, the jokes they shared, and especially the quick, silly kiss they had dared to try. It was just a peck, really, but it made her heart beat a bit faster, and she found herself smiling at the memory.

Clarke hugged her pillow, feeling a mix of excitement and wonder. It was just for practice, she reminded herself, but it was also kind of cool and something totally new. She was happy it was with Lexa, her best friend who made everything fun and less scary.

As she closed her eyes, Clarke felt thankful for having Lexa in her life. They could share jokes, watch movies, build pillow forts, and even do goofy things like practice kisses, and it all just felt right. She drifted off to sleep with a smile, thinking about their next hangout and all the other fun firsts they might share together.

As the night wrapped the world in its quiet embrace, both Lexa and Clarke lay in their respective beds, miles apart yet connected by the memories of the day.

For Lexa, the stars outside whispered of new beginnings and self-discovery, each twinkle a reminder of the day's innocent revelation.

For Clarke, the familiar walls of her room held the echoes of laughter and shared secrets, a testament to the strength and beauty of their friendship.

In their own ways, they both cherished the simplicity and joy of their bond, a friendship that was evolving and deepening with each shared adventure.

As they drifted into dreams, their thoughts intertwined with the promise of more days filled with laughter, understanding, and the magic of growing up together.

#2045 words #i am kinda feeling emotional tonight #so i thought i would write something just fluffy #No beta we die like lesbians in the bury your gays trope #please excuse the dialog #i was trying to keep it as innocent as possible

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hemo--goblins · 4 months

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every time i see ppl draw astarion with straight hair i take 1d10 psychic damage

#i know textured hair is harder to draw but like. learning opportunity #his hair looks so fluffy why would u deprive him of this #i will die on this hill #hemo.txt #astarion

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redrobin-detective · 2 years

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I have read a thousand fluffy, happy Batfam fics and I read one thousand more but when the happy sanitized fanon is put away and I really think of the characters, I can never believe it.

The Bats love each other, I honestly, truly believe each and every one of those weird, repressed assholes would die to save one another. But the day to day is hard. They’re not just a family, they’re coworkers and soldiers and enemies. Bruce doesn’t do normal and shows his love through control, paranoia and shared violence and he taught that to his children. The siblings never feel quite at ease around each other, too many betrayals, cutting words, stinging injuries. In the field, they are a well oiled machine, when they’re at home playing the part of a happy family, they can’t quite relax.

Dick is a demanding perfectionist who sometimes can’t separate himself the job. He’s burned bridges at some point with every family member and though he dearly loves them, sometimes being the happy, welcoming, forgiving big brother all the time to too many siblings is exhausting. It’s hard to keep so many different people happy at once so sometimes he just lets them go.

Jason never fully integrates back into the family. He doesn’t legally reclaim his name and return to his life, just keeps his head down and sticks to his turf in the alley. He’s simmered down a lot since his resurrection and can hold conversations with his so called family but it’s tense and soured by the past. He occasionally still murders and break B’s moral code but B is so tired of the fighting that they’re in a bit of a stalemate over it.

Tim has grown used to feeling like an outsider in the family. He stays out of obligation and because he has no one else left to turn to. Sometimes it feels like he’s just going through the motions of being a brother and son. He dreams about packing up and leaving but knows he never can. Is still bitter at the fallout of previously good relationships (Dick, Steph and B) and in general wary and untrusting of Jay and Dami. He wishes things could go back to how they were.

Cassandra has never truly understood the concept of a happy family. The Bats are comfortably familiar with their frequent brawls and generally being on edge around the other. To her, this is normal. That said, as much as she loves, she keeps her distance because its hard for her to deal with and express that love. She’ll spar and cuddle and smile and then disappear for months making it hard to the others to feel connected to her. She feels most comfortable alone.

Damian’s inferiority and superiority complex are at constant war with each other. He’s learned to see the error of his earlier thinking and realizes that everyone will always see him as an assassin. He hates how much he looks up to his older siblings, their skills and experience how easily they seem to have his father’s love. His pride prevents him from admitting this, opening up to them and instead perpetuates the cycle of insults and fighting.

There is love and connection in the Bat family but also cracks from hundreds of little interactions brought about by stress and pain and misery. When the stars are right and the moon is bright, they can come together and be a family. But it’s never the whole group and never for too long before uncertainty and fear creeps back in. In battle, they are an unstoppable force that works in tandem. Outside of costumes, just themselves, they are broken people awkwardly trying to hold together a facsimile family.

#idk Im in a mood #sometimes I read tooth rotting fluffy batfam fics and I cant help but think 'but this isn't how they are'#I know canon is a dirty word to people but I still enjoy keeping thing generally along those lines #the bats are too messed up been through and done too much to each other to be always laughing and having movie nights etc #make no mistake there is LOVE and they would die for another no hesitation #but the comfort of a normal family? How can you casually sit across from a brother who tried to kill you 3 nights ago?#Bruce didn't mean to raise them that way but the inherent paranoia needed to be a vigilante colors all their interactions #they're controlling and not trusting and workaholics #not exactly conducive to happy family bonding time #they can have fun in bursts spontaneous little things #but overall its strained and uncomfortable and its as interesting as it is sad

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