[to me, you are the entire universe]

✧ Halley ✧ 18 ✧ she/her ✧ bi ✧ somewhere on the asexual spec idk ✧ alt acc : https://imfacepalming.tumblr.com/?source=share

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f e m ! m u l t i f a n d o m x f e m ! a r t i s t ! r e a d e r ♡ mitsuri kanroji . nezuko kamado . kanao tsuyuri . suma . yor forger . misa amane . nobara kugisaki . miwa kasumi . blonde blazer . kim minji . stephanie brown . koriand'r . uriel . yoo sangah . cha hae-in . kang soojin . lily evans . ginny weasley . claire redfield . kate bishop . wanda maximoff . gwen stacy . yelena belova ♡ w a r n i n g s : fluff, confessions (?), written in first-person pov

My eyes wander along the soft dip of her collarbone and I glance back at the portrait, the brush gliding smoothly across the canvas. The smell of her vanilla perfume lingers in the air seeming closer to me than she really is- laying back on the soft plush of the sofa with one leg draped over the other, her arm dramatically hanging below almost touching the ground as the loose curls of hair are sprawled around her.

"Stay still" I mumble, a faint flush on my cheeks as I keep painting her figure, and she cracks a sheepish smile though her eyes remain shut. "Sorry, 's been too long since I've moved" she says, shifting slightly in her position; the sunlight flowing in through the glass window panes of the art studio kissing her face softly. It's a scene even the Renaissance paintings wouldn't succeed in portraying.

"Well... masterpieces take time, you know" I say, referring to her but she doesn't quite catch on.

A pause hangs in the air and I'd almost mistake it for silence if it weren't for the sound of her steady breathing and the ticking of the clock.

How many hours had it been? Surely not long enough, for I could keep admiring her for eternity.

Call it obsession, call it madness, call it whatever you'd like- but the desire to portray her perfectly in a painting could never be satisfied for no canvas nor sculpture could truly capture the essence of her whole being as my eyes do.

Yet, I strive to perfect it.

"I think I've finished....." I trail off, taking a step back to look at the canvas.

"Let me see!" she hurries over beside me to see the final picture, eyes glimmering with excitement.

"I don't know... I feel like something is missing " I sigh, frowning.

"You kidding? It looks beautiful" she steps closer, "Since when did I look that good?" she jokes, fingers carefully hovering over the frame.

"You've always looked beautiful- more than I can ever paint you to be" I say, furrowing my brows. Could she seriously not see how stunning she looked?

I don't realise I've gotten so close to her face until I see my reflection in her eyes, a moment of silence between us as she swallows drily.

"No, I mean-" she tries to dodge, but I don't let her finish. "Why won't you see yourself the way I do?" I place a hand on her cheek, thumb brushing her lower lip lightly as she only blinks at me slowly.

The heat rushes to my ears as I subconsciously lean in closer, "I wish I could just show you somehow" I mumble, the feeling of her warm breath on my skin making the butterflies in my stomach flutter.

She licks her lips, her voice coming out barely a whisper, "why don't you show me then?"

Maybe all I needed was confirmation- that this was really happening, but I freeze in place at her words, until she closes the gap between us herself, lips pressing together as her arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. I can feel her pulse quickening beneath my fingertips as I cup the back of her neck, deepening the kiss.

What felt like seconds were actually minutes.

We pull back but I don't want to stop.

So I keep pecking her lips and all over her face until she's a giggling and blushing mess.

She gasps out as I sneak my paint-smudged hands around her waist, smiling innocently while she tries to push them off, the paint getting all over her top. "St- stop!" she squeals, finally getting ahold of my hands as she pants, grinning at me, and you feel her warm breath fanning my face.

"You messed up my perfectly white top" she says, pretending to be annoyed but smiled nonetheless.

"You're already a work of art, what's some more paint gonna do?"

She huffs a laugh, slapping my arm at the cheeky line, "only some paint? You basically got-"

"I think I'm in love with you"

She pauses, staring at me as I look back at her like she were the moon and I wish to be the darkness around her that lets her shine in the midnight sky.

Before I can say another word, she pulls me into another kiss, warm palms cupping either sides of my face, and all I can do is just melt and kiss her back until either of us remembers we need oxygen again.

d i v. c r e d i t s : @222luvr

a / n : heyy y'all ik that was really short but it wasn't supposed to be multifandom x reader, its just something I wrote one night in my notes app and decided to post it cause I liked it. I tried to make it second-person pov but I didnt like it as much and stuck with the original. English ain't my first language so dont mind the grammatical mistakes. anyways happy pride month my ottersss 🏳‍🌈🤍 had an exsistential crisis all noon and realised I'm bi + asexual so thats fun. thanks for reading!! <33

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Y/n : I saw you sneaking out last night through the window

Tim : *swallows* who, me??

Y/n : yes, you. Don't even think about lying to my face *narrows eyes*

Tim : ...... okay fine *sighs* sometimes... I- y'know... do stuff at night...

Y/n : *looks at him suspiciously*

Tim : truth is, I'm not just some college guy- I mean- I go out sometimes- at night. Late.

Y/n : *thinking he's actually a stripper* hey. its okay. You don't need to tell me anything you're not comfortable with

Tim : no, its okay I wanna tell you I'm-

Y/n : seriously, its totally fine- I mean I support dude. Sometimes.... you just need the money

Tim : what?

Y/n : I get it. Like- student loans are a pain in the ass. you do what you gotta do- I mean you got a nice face and all-

Tim : wait- what? no I'm Red Robin

Y/n :

Tim :

Y/n : ..... is that your stripper name-

Tim : *chokes* no!

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Dick Grayson and Wally West who adopt you after being happily married for a while now, get called in to school one day and find out their sweet little kid got into a fight with one of their classmates. They see you waiting outside the principal's office with angry red knuckles and a cut on your lip, looking down and drawing shapes on the floor with the soles of your sneakers, like you're bored out of your mind and you're just waiting for them to finish talking to the principal so you can go home and watch more cartoons. Dick and Wally come out minutes later and crouch down to your level and confront you gently-

Dick : hey sweetheart

Wally : now we're not mad at you yet-

Dick : -but we need to know your side of the story too *places a hand on your shoulder comfortingly*

You : I was just drawing you and dad in art class today- and this boy- his name is Sam- he made fun of me for having two dads

Wally : that brat made fun of you because of us?

You : *nods* and then I told him, "atleast I have two dads that love me, you have one dad and he still doesn't love you"

Dick : *snorts before he can stop himself*

Wally : *wiping an imaginary tear, proud*

You : and then he said, "atleast my dad isn't gay" and then- I punched him in the nose cause he was just being really stupid

Wally : I taught you well

Dick : *clears his throat, nudging his husband* but still, let's not resort to violence next time, okay?

You : *slowly nods* ....then next time, I'll tell him "maybe your mom is gay"?

Wally : yes-

Dick : absolutely not

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When the mask slips ⋆⭒˚.⋆

PAIRING : Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY : When the vigilante life feels exhausting, you're there to make it bearable.

TW : self doubt, depression, insomnia, hurt/comfort, mentions of physical injuries, exhaustion, cuddling, established relationship, use of petnames.

WORD COUNT : 1.2K

A/N : I am feral for Dick Grayson. That's it. That's the note. I freaking love him so much he deserves a hug he deserves ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD AND I LOVE HIM SM someone put me in a straitjacket he got that elder sibling syndrome that hits too close to home UGH my BABY 🥺 (younger than him btw)

Might be worth mentioning I am very new to DC, and English isn't my first language, so forgive me for any possible out-of-character moments and grammatical mistakes, thank you! Happy reading <3

divider credits : @hyuneskkami

Dick is tired. So damn tired. His legs feel numb and his arms feel like they're just uselessly hanging on. He tugs off his suit- the material sticking uncomfortably to his skin as he tosses his domino mask on the table.

It was another one of those nights- kicking ass and getting ass kicked- it became a routine now; dragging himself to stand under the steaming hot water of the shower and throw on whatever clothes he had laying around before he left- he's utterly exhausted. He crawls into bed, turning over restlessly under the sheets- shutting his eyes to drift off into merciful slumber but damnit, he just can't sleep.

His eyes squint open slightly when he hears you enter the bedroom- door creaking a little and then shut close, footsteps softy hitting the floor as you get into bed.

"Hey..." he mutters, voice a little hoarse as he shifts to give you more space to lay down beside him. He's about to ask you what you're doing still up so late when he feels your soft fingers brushing through his messy hair- a result of the harsh, unforgiving winds of gotham from patrol.

You hold him close to your heart, letting his head rest on your chest, and Dick melts letting out a sound somewhere between a low whine and a relieved sigh. The sound of your heartbeat dull in his ears giving him a sense of comfort. An anchor to reality. His eyes flutter shut breathing in your scent- home. You smell like home.

"Rough night?"

"Y'know," He chuckles, surprised he even has the energy to do that now, "thought I'd be used to it by now" he shifts his head a little, arms tightening around you- not firm, but just enough. Just enough so he's physically reminded you're still here.

" 's never enough. I just.... give and give and I-" he pauses, exhaling deeply. He doesn't finish the sentence. He doesn't want to even think about it, if he's being honest. Just wants to be here- in your arms. safe. loved. wanted.

"shh 's okay, baby" you coo, cradling his head closer, his breath warm across your collarbone. He swallows, furrowing his brow a little, voice coming out barely above a whisper, "don't leave.... please"

" 'd never dream of it" you murmur, lips brushing his forehead in a gentle kiss.

His breath gets caught in his throat- he's in his sweatpants and tank top- muscles still aching from patrol as Nightwing- his back hurts, his head aches, but god does he feel like a little kid again. Like he's back in his mother's arms. Before everything. Before all of it. And he never wants to let go- thinks its kind of selfish- just wanting to stay like this forever, but yeah maybe he wants selfish. Maybe he deserves some selfish after all these years. And you let him be.

You know he doesn't need you to protect him- he can take care of himself just fine- that's what he tells himself when he stumbles into your shared apartment on nights he felt too guilty to wake you up- let you know he's hurt, he needs help- no, he doesn't wanna get you all worried- he's Nightwing, for God's sake. He's supposed to save people, keep them safe, reassure them.

not enough. never enough. will it ever be enough?

The questions swirl around in his mind on sleepless nights when he's physically exhausted from fighting out there all night but his mind can't shut up.

Luckily, you're there for him on nights like those. Nights like this one.

It doesn't take long for his breathing to slow down, chest rising up and down in that familiar rhythm- until he's asleep in your arms- passed out- so, so tired.

He looks peaceful like this, you think. He looks younger- not as Nightwing, but as the boy behind the domino mask he puts on every night and pretends he's enough for Gotham- for Bludhaven- for the world. Not the pretty face-vigilante on posters and billboards but the man in your arms, bruises still blooming on his knees and arms as he wraps himself around you- like he's scared you'll slip away if he loosens his hold on you- like he's seen too much- done too much- and you're the last fragment left in his life that reminds him of any sort of normalcy or comfort- too precious to be lost. sacred.

You feel your heart ache as you hold him close- a feeling you can't quite place. Something you can't name.

And you just want to have him like this in your arms- forever.

For however long this world lets you relish in his presence.

His warmth.

His soul.

It warms you.

You don't realise the tears that wet your eyes until you're blinking them back.

oh god.

i love him.

and he does too.

Maybe you don't say it to each other yet, but you can tell.

From the lazy mornings you have your leg still draped over his, sheets still warm from the night before, sunlight seeping in through the curtains as he has you pressed close to him.

On rainy days he comes home dripping like a wet dog and gets the water droplets all on you as he shakes his head- and you squeal, smacking his arm for getting you both cold now- rolling your eyes, that smile he loves to see on your face so much painted on your lips cause you can't get mad at him.

On the walks down to the ridiculously overpriced cafe he still insists you go cause "its got your favourite flavour of cheescake!"

On afternoons he stares at you with hearts in his eyes, absent-mindedly nodding along to your rambling- probably about some jerk from work or a stupid character arc from that corny book you're always glued to.

On Friday nights you huddle close on his stupidly small couch- technically you could get a bigger one, but the smell of your perfume mixed with his cologne and the memories of fighting over popcorn still linger- and secretly you just want an excuse to be close to each other.

You loved him so much, it hurt.

Because you knew the price of loving Dick Grayson- unfinished breakfasts as he rushes out with a quick kiss to the cheek because he had some emergency meeting with Bruce again.

Forgotten dates because he was too busy kicking ass in some dark Gotham alleyway.

Days he'd just disappear sometimes- too tired to explain where he ran off to- and the never ending fear of whether you'd see him with a broken arm in your bed- or a bullet wound in his side- or if you'd even ever see him again.

But this was fine. for now, atleast. Because you knew he'd always come back home.

back to you.

And even if it was hard, even if he didn't one day? you're never gonna be ready for that day to come, really- but you'd always love him. Quietly. Softly. In your own way.

Maybe that's why he fell so hard for you- the ray of light in his miserable, crappy life; a slither of hope for his fading sanity.

His girl.

All his, forever and only his.

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Yukio : I'm cold :(

Negasonic : Here sweetheart, you can have my jacket

Wade : *turns to Logan expectantly* y'know what honeybun, I'm feeling pretty cold myse-

Logan : the fuck you want me to do, change the weather??

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Cuddling with Spidey <3

PAIRING : Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY : Cuddling in bed with your superhero boyfriend after he comes home after patrol.

WARNINGS : established relationship, fluff, (slight) swearing, cuddling.

WORD COUNT : 1K

AUTHOR'S NOTE : hey guys! Finally posting my first fic here. It's been a while since I've written something but I decided to get back into writing cause it's literally my therapy- so it's shorter than what I usually used to write, but I think it's a good start considering my writing skills have gone to shit after talking to character ai and chai for months now (not even funny anymore it's an awful coping mechanism that I'm still working on lmao) so I hope I'll continue to write more eventually in the future!

Also, English isn't my first language so forgive me for any grammatical mistakes, thank you! Happy reading <3

Three hours, seven minutes, twenty four seconds. That's how long you had been waiting for your boyfriend to show up- staring at the window that was now closed after cursing at the cold New York air for nipping harshly at your arms, even though you were bundled up in the biggest shirt Peter owned. Aunt May had left for groceries a few minutes after you showed up at their front door, and it was just your luck that Peter was out early on patrol today.

As impatient as you were to cuddle up with your boyfriend after a long day, you were pretty sure if you texted him that you were at his place right now, he'd probably trip over some fire exit trying to hurry home to you right after his patrol ends. So you waited, crisscross applesauce on his bed, as you doodled in the margins of his Chemistry notes (he always said they're 'sketches' if anything- doesn't matter if its a squiggle or a tiny heart- makes him grin everytime he catches sight of them in the middle of class). Mitski played softly in the background as you glanced back down at your half finished spider and- tap tap tap.

Your eyes shot up back at the window to see Peter finally here, mask off as his hair stuck up in all directions. He's half-surprised, half-relieved to see you all warm in his bed, in his Starwars t-shirt that's obviously a little lose on you.

As you let him him in, his breath came out in puffs of cold air- face flushed and sweaty from all the patrolling- and oh god was he sweaty. The spandex of his suit stuck uncomfortably to his skin but it didn't stop you from giving him the tightest hug.

"Woah- I didn't expect to see you here- thought you said you were gonna study all night today?" he asked with that boyish grin you loved so much, his hands resting on your waist now.

"Yeah well- Spanish was starting to give me a headache" you said, smiling at the way his eyes crinkled a little at the corners.

"How was patrol?"

He sighed, shaking his head a little, "The usual- a robbery here and some vandalism there... oh- and I rescued this cat from a tree- and it nearly scratched off my face- but I missed you" he admitted earnestly, a soft smile on his face again. You chuckled a little and pecked his lips- warm. He was warm. Not warm enough apparently because he wasn't in bed with you yet. You tugged him towards the bed, earning an "oomph!" as he flopped down the already messed up sheets beside you.

"I missed you too"

"Yeah I can tell cause someone's eager to get me out my clothes already" he let out a breathy laugh as your hands pushed down his suit leaving him bare under the sheets.

"I'm just trying to warm up my boyfriend" you said, rolling your eyes a little bit but smiling nonetheless.

"By.... Getting me naked?" He asked teasingly and you just huddled closer, burying your face into his shoulder, arms around his waist while your cold palms splayed on his warm back- and he let out a small hiss, "Jesus, baby, did you put your hands in the freezer or something?"

"What, you prefer i put them in your pants, parker?" He choked a little at your words, face flushed, and it was endearing how he still got so flustered over stuff like this even though you two had been dating for months now.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, "Y'know, for someone who only intended to 'warm me up', you're being pretty mean right now" he muttered and you lightly pressed your cold fingers against his back as if to prove his point.

"Oh please, I don't know how you went out on patrol today, it's freezing cold outside"

"Spiderman doesn't get cold"

"Uh huh sure buddy"

"I'm serious! Its the whole- radioactive spider thingy-"

"Alright Elsa, we get it"

He fake gasped a little at the nickname, "I'll have you know Elsa's my favourite" you snorted, tilting your head up at him as you met his playful gaze, "Good. Cause I already got you Frozen pyjamas for Christmas"

He grinned, squeezing your waist gently, "Man you are the coolest girlfriend ever"

"Peter I am your only girlfriend-" you said, but quickly paused as he pouted, looking like a kicked puppy. "Kidding, kidding" you chuckled, brushing strands of his light brown hair off his forehead. He leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering close.

"You're such a dork though"

"But you love me anyway"

"Yeah," you said, placing a small kiss on his arm that made him grin again, "I really fucking do"

And this moment- the scent of his cologne and sweat filling your senses as he held you close like you belonged there, under his sheets, in his arms, legs tangled with each other, your hair tickling his jaw while your fingers lightly traced the faded scar on his back- it was enough for now. You were content.

Cause the world may know him as Spiderman, but he'll always be your Peter Parker ; the boy who cried watching the Theory of Everything for the fifth time, the boy whose heart fluttered as you got him his ridiculous combination of a pickled sandwich, the boy who'd stay up all night for you to explain Physics for a big test, the boy who'd let you paint his nails as he watched videos of Spiderman on Youtube, the boy who walked into a locker staring at you tie your hair up in the school hallway- and he was probably never gonna stop bragging that you were his girlfriend. Or the fact that he could always trust you to be there almost every night to patch him up after patrol. Or the fact he would swing over to your house in the middle of the night sometimes- that sight of you tucked away in your bed giving him enough assurance for him to finally go home and sleep- because he was yours. Completely and hopelessly. And you wouldn't trade anything in the damn multiverse for him.

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Y/N : aight imma b fr rn i can't w ts

Peter : nahh real i fear 🥀

Y/N : like where the huzz at gng 🥀🥀

Peter : yea we're cooked lowkey the vibes r not vibing today

Y/N : so much negative aura in this tower

Peter : -67696769 aura points

Tony : oh for the love of God you're giving capsicle a heart attack over here

Steve : *annoyed* for your kind information Tony, i learnt how to speak gen z. That's on period.

Peter : holy shit

Y/N : that's cap

Steve : *proud* yes, yes i am

Tony : *facepalms*

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Y/N : *enters kitchen to see Bob by the microwave* BITCH, what's for dinner?

Bob : *eyes of a neglected hamster* ...grilled cheese....?

Y/N : ....

Bob : wha-

Y/N : if you ever let me talk to you like that you better smack the shit outta me- if I ever talk to you like that, you understand?