#domestic spot

[nickgoesinsane]

Imagine how breeding Spot goes. Just fucking him over and over again until he gets pregnant and during sex he's just begging for your cum because he wants a baby with you so bad

You’re drilling into his cunt, a frothy mess of cum smearing onto your pelvis as you push his knees against his chest and kiss his face. “You hear that, sweetheart? We’re making a mess.” You tell him over the wet, squishy noises of your cock thrusting inside him. “I’m gonna fill you up again and again until I have nothing else to give. I’m gonna give you a baby.” You promise, slipping a hand between your bodies to draw tight circles onto his sticky clit.

“Oh please, please, please—” Spot sobs, gushing all over your cock as he comes, clawing at your back as he trembles.

#╰┈➤ nick answers ! #spiderman brainrot #domestic spot #dom reader #top reader #sub character #sub spot #sub jonathan ohnn #spot x reader #jonathan ohnn x reader #spiderman reader #n/sfw #n/s/f/w #spiderman 124 reader

[frankencanon]

please look at these close-up photos of my cat's dumb face

bonus image to celebrate 1k notes:

#cat #cats #animals #orange cat #orange cats #animal #look at his big dumb nose #and his stupid little chin spot #fantastic #caturday #domestic pet #domestic cat #pet #pets #catblr #petblr #my pets #my cats #my cat #my pet #his soft warm eyes #his wise gentle expression #FOR EVERY ADDITIONAL THOUSAND NOTES I WILL ADD MORE IMAGES #SO FAR WE'RE AT 2K!!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Alternative form of 'Hitting Wangxian with a Catboyification beam'

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #I don't have much more of an explanation to this other than 'i was struck by the vision and needed to create it' #They are both catboy coded. To me. On slightly different alignments of catboy but still. #LWJ is catboy: Fussy + bites and WWX is catboy: Stinky #Neither of them take well to being moved from their nap spot. #I love reading lying on my stomach and my cat just loves it. Hates being moved. We are locked in combat post any cuddle sessions. #I am a cat lover. I love them. They are Rotten little Stinkers. I love them #LWJ is like. *the* definition of 'cat that only likes those its in a bonded pair with. #The kind of cat that screams if it sees any neighborhood cats wandering outside. #wwx is a 'outdoor cat that wandered inside and became domesticated but NOT owned' kinda guy. #he is a menace on the local bird population and the only reason he's not dad to all the kittens is that he got fixed young. #UNLESS: the golden core transfer here was the balls (?) Animal control took JCs balls and WWX gave his up (????) #((I Also Don't Know What I'm Saying))

[hitlikehammers]

whole wide world

rating: t ♥️ cw: criminal-levels of softness, rockstar!Eddie, teacher! Steve, gooey-clingy-heart-eyes Eddie needs his Stevie ♥️ tags: established relationship, rockstar!eddie, teacher!steve, rockstar husbands, amateur musicals, steve needs to stop using a ladder unsupervised because nothing bad happened this time but eddie is concerned that is the love of his life, soul-deep love, slice of life, softness

for @steddielovemonth day thirteen: Love is showing up when someone doesn’t ask ❤️ (@steddieas-shegoes)

look who's back, just like every other day, it's the rockstar husbands from je ne regrette rien being their codependent, desperately-in-love selves again! ♥️

“Goddamnit,” Steve curses the staple gun, the dry-rotted wood he’s trying to use it on, the acrylic-covered tarp masquerading as a backdrop leaving little crackle-dust everywhere every single time it fucking falls because the wood’s shit, the staples are shit, his co-advisor’s kid’s sick with the flu, the kids are in the band room rehearsing the opening number and Steve really cannot fucking believe he got roped into this to begin with, actually, like, how the fuck did the middle school guidance-counselor-slash-study-hall-monitor get conned into helping with the high school drama club, just because one of his JV soccer players landed the lead and bemoaned loudly enough during laps how they didn’t know if they’d be able to make the performance even work, because the choir teacher’s on maternity leave and the band director’s kind of a dick, and the needed more help—

Steve only is even in the high school for the goddamn athletics office. For, y’know, the equipments for the athletes.

Yet: here he is. Standing on a rusty fucking ladder that probably needs a spotter, to be honest, and if Steve’s admitting that then yeah, it definitely needs someone holding the goddamn thing, but here he is, already two hours after the final bell, trying to stick a painting of mattressesin a stack that only vaguely looks like mattresses so thank god that’s in the show title—

The ladder wobbles a little when he tries to catch the tarp-thing again but he can’t reach far enough without risking a long way down to a very hard stage floor, so the backdrop’s sacrificed back to the ground—a-fucking-gain—as he shifts his weight to steady the steps and it’s a close thing, he’s about ninety-seven percent sure he’s aimed the teetering feet of it back to solid ground okay but he glances around quick just in case, tries to figure if there’s anything he can grab for and let the ladder go on its own if need-be, and—

“That’s fucking dangerous, big boy,” a deep, and deeply unexpected, voice trails up from the floor, clipped with stress, with fear because Steve fucking knows that voice, and the ladder’s suddenly fully steady so he can turn and look and—

“Gonna give me a goddamn stroke or something, finding you up on one of these all by your lonesome,” Eddie’s staring up at him, and the words could be teasing, and Steve thinks maybe they intend to be, but: those eyes are too big. There’s a pulse Steve can count in that throat, even from seven-feet-up.

So he does what any man in love with his husband would do in the face of said-husband in fear, and for him: Steve climbs down careful, but quick, with Eddie’s hands scrambling to make sure of the ‘careful’ part as soon as he can reach, and then he turns, and then he lands on solid ground again to pull Eddie in and thank every colleague of his he’d been cursing in his mind for leaving him alone to do all this shit, because alone is the reason he gets to kiss his lover hard, and full; wrap around him and let him squeeze Steve to the point where it aches, where it creaks in his bones, like proof.

Lets Eddie attach his lips to suck a bruise, possessive and needy and protective all at once along his throat, and yeah:

Exactly like proof.

“What are you doing here?” Steve asks when they pull apart just the slightest bit, because he wasn’t expecting Eddie to be home until probably close-on to midnight, let alone at the school well before five.

“Thought you could maybe use an extra set of hands,” Eddie shrugs like it’s a casual thing, showing up just to help out when he’s on a press cycle, and it’s evident even in his attire that that’s the case, if you know what to look for: more chains from his jeans, thicker soles on his boots just flirting with being platforms, at least two rings on every finger—save just one.

One has a ring, and a carefully-preserved and repeatedly-reinforced bread-bag tie: both serving the same purpose in very different points in their lives.

Point being: Eddie was wading through photoshoots and magazine spreads and radio spots and every fucking thing, and no matter how high he’s raising his eyebrow in a clear calling out of how he found Steve atop a shaky ladder as being obvious evidence of having use of an extra set of hands, the fact remains:

“But you’ve got the interview—“ the big ass interview with that shock-jock guy Steve kinda hates, but that’s a big fucking deal, and was the precise reason Steve wasn’t lamenting giving up his afternoon and evening to the at-least-halfway-to-lost-cause of the not-even-an-actual-full-fledged-theatre department: he wasn’t going to have Eddie home before bed anyway.

And yet: here stands the man.

“The boys have got it,” Eddie shrugs, like he actually doesn’t give a shit, and that’s…he does give a shit, he had sounded excited about it last night when they’d talked about their plans for the week over dinner, when Steve had bemoaned the travesty of this fucking production of Once Upon A Boxspring or whatever, and Eddie’d told him he was pretty sure he was going to be able to say fuck on the show even if they’d edit it, like he wouldn’t get in trouble, and he’d looked like a kid in a goddamn candy shop about it so yeah: Steve thinks he kinda did give a shit.

But he’s…not there.

“Gareth’s been itching to take the reins after he won out the final track list,” Eddie offers as explanation; “cocky bastard.”

And they collaborate on all the writing, music and lyrics, they’re not even the slightest bit competitive about it which would be hard to believe if all you saw of the members of Corroded Coffin were their goddamn shenanigans during a campaign; but the one think in their music that they docompete over?

Whose title-idea gets the opener on a given album. And Gareth did end up scooping them all when the execs came back with a shuffle. Steve had watched it unfold in real time; he doesn’t think he’s ever heard a grown man crow like Gareth had, and he is married to Edward fucking Munson.

So that’s saying something.

“Eds,” Steve tries to prod a little at the point of it all though, because Eddie’s got press, and this is a high school, and probably Eddie could get to the studio in time to catch the end of whatever, it’s prerecorded, he knows that much, they could squeeze a live interview in so they could probably do Eddie at the end and just shuffle it around, right, it’s easy, and that’s so much more important than this because this:

“Eds, it’s just a—“

“It’s the spring musical, baby,” Eddie says like he’s announcing the arrival of the president, of the Queen of England, then his eyes soften a little as he flicks at one of the real mattresses that will, presumably, be props for the actors if the show’s title isn’t a fucking lie: “you know that’s where my DM throne had its humble origins, before I elevated it to greatness?”

Steve did know that, not least because they’d smuggled Eddie in to DM a few special sessions before the gremlins graduated, and he’d taken his seat with regal aplomb every time, and Steve had learned that yeah, they used the random storage room that was mostly drama shit for Hellfire.

And the way he’d learned that was by sucking Eddie off hidden by some very ratty but very conveniently poofy ballgowns from a production of Cinderella.

“I missed you.”

Steve turns to him and blinks; Eddie’s eyes are on the mattress, his stance almost a little shy.

“You saw me this morning,” Steve doesn’t ask, exactly, but he…he’s not sure he’s following, is the thing.

“I was,” Eddie sighs, and flops to sit down on the mattress which, thankfully, is a mattress and gives a little, bounces under him.

“I was just feeling, I dunno,” he gives a shrug that fades into something like a shiver, and then Eddie’s arms come around too hug around his middle as he ducks his chin and, oh no.

None of that.

“I thought about you being, you know, you,” and Eddie gets to gesture at the mess of the stage only halfway before Steve’s catching his hand, lacing their fingers and pulling Eddie back up to standing, then back into Steve’s arms here he leans heavy, sighs deeper this time; relief instead of something shallow.

“Just you doing all this when you don’t even have a horse in the race, y’know?” Eddie muffles into the side of Steve’s neck, burrowed in tight. “And I was supposed to be in the zone about press and shit, and it just,” he shakes his head, which is more like the brush of his lips back and forth against Steve’s skin; “it wasn’t clicking at all, like I posed and did the looks and whatever,” and oh, Steve knows the looks, Steve has about half those looks printed out and framed in various parts of their home or tucked safe inside his wallet, whereas the other half he takes great joy in recreating at random to the chagrin of his darling husband, love of his whole goddamn life.

“Then Jeff asked if I wanted to duck out,” and Eddie smiles up at him, a little sheepish; they both know the boys can see right through Eddie feeling needy, or lovelorn; Steve’s grateful as shit for Eddie’s bandmates, their friends, for knowing when Eddie just needs Steve.

“I didn’t even think twice, just,” Eddie swallows hard, a little, peeking up through lashes and bangs as he exhales:

“Just wanted to see you before the middle of the fucking night.”

And what can Steve do in the face of that, really? He can’t argue it. Wouldn’t ever fucking want to.

“I love you,” he frames Eddie’s face and kiss the bridge of his nose, then soft between his brows as he breathes out with his whole heart: “so goddamn much.”

“Can you promise me you won’t do the,” Eddie tips his head behind them; “the ladder thing, at least not by yourself?” And Eddie’s eyes are so, so big again. “Like, pretty please, don’t do that again?”

“I won’t,” Steve swears it, and kisses him firm to seal the promise: “thanks for coming to the rescue.” Because there was a three percent chance Steve was going to wipe the fuck out from very very high, and he’s have survived it, but he’s not twenty anymore, and it would have fucking sucked, probably for a while.

“Always, baby,” Eddie murmurs, still tight against Steve lips before he straightens a little, and this time he’s framing Steve’s face, but more holding him still in place, emphatic:

“Actually, amendment,” he says seriously, eyes darting between Steve’s a tiny-touch frantic: “next time you need to be on a ladder, you call me first,” he damn-well declares it, rather than asks; “so I can hold it steady.”

“My hero,” Steve breathes against him with a smile, and there’s not even a hint of teasing in it.

“I don’t trust any other hands to catch you, baby,” Eddie tells him, a little too raw; full sincerity bleeding from him all the sudden as he caresses down the cheeks he’s still cupping: “no one else in the whole wide world appreciates what you’re worth.”

“And what’s that, exactly,” Steve scoffs a little, playful where he’s held in Eddie’s arms but Eddie: Eddie’s holding him tight, now, and his heartbeat’s heavy where he’s moving to crush Steve to his chest, and there’s a little wavering pitch of something in his voice when he whispers:

“The whole wide world,” and oh.

That’s the answer.

It’s Steve’s answer, too, to the same exact question, but hearing it said so plain never stops feeling like the ending and remaking of the whole wide world, every time.

So yeah, Steve has to take a minute to swallow through the tightness in his throat, and maybe he does that with his forehead bowed against his husbands so they breathe each other in as a rule just in the course of living in the moment, together—and when the straighten up Steve steals a kiss first, quick but hard, with feeling, before he cracks his neck and sighs, taking in the scene that’s settled around them.

“Help me try and figure this out to hang?” Steve kicks at the tarp-tapestry, and Eddie walks its perimeter critically before frowning up at Steve.

“Think it needs some touch ups,” he pronounces solemnly, and fuck, yeah, all the color-dust from the useless staple-holes and the falling. But his husband’s actually really good with details, and matching colors, and using a brush, and fantasy settings—

“Paint’s in the back,” he says with a lilt of suggestion and Eddie lights up and grabs Steve’s hand to drag him toward the promise of painting, like maybe all he needed really was just…this.

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#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #fluff #established relationship #established steddie #rockstar eddie munson #teacher steve harrington #domestic fluff #or rather more: domestic LOVE #idiots in love #slice of life #rockstar husbands #steve really needs to have someone spot him on a ladder when he's roped into helping with the school musical okay? #he's fine this time but eddie cannot take that kind of stress that is the LOVE OF HIS WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE #criminal levels of softness #steddielovemonth #love is showing up when someone doesn’t ask ❤️ #these two boys have probably been together around a decade at this point and it FUCKING SHOWS #old married couple!steddie #stranger things

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

cant scribble it out bc its too Involved but here's a Laughingstock thought that just feels Right:

im imagining them sitting down and going through a list of pet names to use for each other. like Howdy has a clipboard, Barnaby's sitting across the counter, they're going through the list and striking out the ones that don't work. playfully teasing each other about certain suggestions, losing it over a Bit where they try to call each other the names in the most sickeningly sweet lovey-dovey voices and see who cracks first, mutually making fun of some options, getting flustered when they find one they like. yeah <3

#also for some reason my brain is latching onto howdy calling barnaby 'dove' i dont know why #it just feels right that they'd actually make a List and go through it #in my mind they got julie to whip up the list for them since i feel like she'd have Ideas and Knowledge on the subject #maybe she goes around the neighborhood and asks everyone for suggestions #its a very casual yet domestic scene in my mind... #chatting over the counter As They Do (their love language <3). howdy with his clipboard & barnaby with his soda #every once in a while Howdy has to step away to tend to (scam) a customer and barnaby watches with no small amount of fondness #at some point wally comes by and asks what theyre doing & Learns Something New #an exchange i have in my mind is: #howdy - making a suggestion: Darling? #wally: yes? #howdy: ... #barnaby: .... #howdy: *scratches out endearment* that'd be a no #laughingstock #maybe... maybe barn calls howdy 'lovebug' #other ones i think fit are like... 'steady' (mutually used) & 'doll/angelface' (howdy @ barn) & 'handsome/gorgeous' & pal (romantic) #i also feel like they'd have fun making up stuff on the spot #absolutely random words. its a running bit they have #they call each other literally the first thing they can think of - cereal. jam jar. sponge. freshly squeezed lemonade. lawnmower #im not very funny but They Would Be about it #another running joke i think they'd have #would be using more 'traditional' pet names around others just to get the Exasperated Sighs and Annoyed Groans #but then as soon as they're being serious about its the most random weirdest endearments you've ever heard #and its rarely the same one twice #OUGH I HAVE SO MANY EMOTIONS ABOUT THEMMMMM

[enigmaticcattic]

Heyyyyy Jonathan Ohnn/Spot x Reader side of Tumblrrrrr

...

Why have I yet to see any drabbles/fics of Spot being a domestic househusband while Reader is out at work because he can't go outside??????

#lmao /jk /jk #but also kinda /hj #cuz SERIOUSLY #THE POTENTIAL FOR DOMESTIC FLUFF (AND SOME ANGST TOO IG) IS RIGHT THERE!!!! #johnathan ohnn #johnathan ohnn x reader #the spot across the spiderverse #the spot x reader #atsv the spot x reader #atsv the spot #the spot atsv #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse the spot #the spot x y/n #johnathan ohnn x y/n #atsv x reader #across the spiderverse x reader

[snailtongue]

Photograph of horse "Sully Bee," at O.H. Crew Ranch, 1963. The horse is an Appaloosa, he stands in an open field, and the photograph is taken from the side. via

#horse #equine #domestic horse #appaloosa #leopard appaloosa #simple #blue #brown #white #spots #green #grass #sky #halter

[bunnymedley]

living together with a virile, overeager tentacle monster sounds so romantic to me

#the domestic free use monster breeding at random times in random spots around the house... #the regular nights of somno mating... #the warm sticky tendrils caressing my baby bump...

[rabbithaver]

he is so snuggly and affectionate. i can't believe nobody else wanted him... he's perfect

#rabbit.pets #bunnies #rabbits #english spot #house rabbit #house bunny #bunny #rabbit #bunblr #bunny rabbit #pet rabbit #pet bunny #domestic rabbit #usagi #lapin #conejo

[deva-arts]

"Now you see me."

Playing with perspective! have a slightly less silly blue guy.

#nathanieltag #noctis umbra #Huh. Just realized this is basically Sera's POV. #... #Do you think she misses seeing his forehead #ironically I got an idea for the sketch while drawing a domestic scene #Can you spot the reason why he always wears long sleeved shirts now #ARK_SYSTEMA

[nickgoesinsane]

applesauce

the spot/jonathan ohnn x spider-man!reader (ft. your baby & miles morales)

cw: sfw, gn!reader, implied amab!reader, implied transmasc!spot, reader doesn’t actually appear, dimension travel, spot being wifey, miles having a breakdown, your daughter’s obsession with applesauce, etc.

word count: 420

After disappearing for two whole years, Miles finds the Spot in a corner store in Brooklyn with a curly haired toddler strapped to his chest, buying applesauce of all things. Miles awkwardly stands there, confused, until the baby notices him and starts giggling and making grabby hands at him. Spot turns to see what’s caught her attention and jumps, startled, when he sees Miles standing there in shocked silence.

“Oh, hi, Miles.” Spot greets awkwardly, pocketing his wallet into a hole. The cashier’s left already— probably to call someone, because it’s not every day you get a former villain and Spider-Man in your store. 

Miles blinks at the casual use of his name and points at the smiling child, “Whose baby is that?” His voice breaks halfway through, but spare him, this guy was once the biggest threat to the multiverse and now he’s buying applesauce with a baby.

One of Spot’s hands comes up to smooth over her curls, and she tips her head back against his chest to give him a dimpled smile. It’s actually super adorable. The dot on Spot’s face squints in what Miles thinks might be a smile. “This is Zoe. Say hi, honey.” 

Zoe coos at Miles, waving her fists excitedly, “Dada!” 

“No, honey, that’s Miles. Dada’s—”

“You stole a baby?!” Miles’ hands come up to massage his temples to fend off an incoming headache. “You can’t just do that! Is that your thing now, stealing babies? What happened with the Collider? It’s been two years, where have you been—”

Zoe finds his distress funny, apparently, because she squeals and giggles as he tries to keep his shit together. “No, no, no. Zoe’s mine.” Spot cuts in before Miles can have an aneurysm, “I don’t do that stuff anymore. I got married, see?” He shows off the wedding band on his finger, “I’m just here for these.” Spot points at the box of applesauce. “They were out of stock where I live and it’s the only brand Zoe likes, so we hopped over to get some.” 

Miles stares at him, and then he stares some more. “Applesauce.” 

Spot nods, obviously not seeing the issue, “Yeah, applesauce.” 

“Ampleshaush.” Zoe confirms, clapping her hands. “Dada, ampleshaush.” 

“No, pumpkin, Dada’s at work.” Spot repeats, and that’s when Miles sees the shirt that Zoe’s wearing. It’s red and blue, with the iconic Spider-Man pattern and logo. 

Miles’ mouth goes dry, “Who did you say that was, again?” 

“Oh, the Spider-Man from Earth-124.”

This could not get any weirder.

#‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ nick writes ! #lmao i have no excuse for this #spiderman brainrot #domestic spot #spot x reader #jonathan ohnn x reader #spiderman reader #sfw #spiderman 124 reader

[vitanithepure]

Greetings! if you were to choose one of the three good endings of Gale (teacher, living in Baldur's Gate, adventure with tav/origin character) which one would you pick and why? Have a good day! :)

Hiii! Hope you are having a wonderful day as well!

If you would ask me that question before patch 5 dropped I wouldn't even hesitate and tell you I don't see Gale ever truly settling down and adventuring would be his main occupation, going back home just to conduct experiments on newfound artifacts. And Tav needing to smack him with a hefty tome or two to stop him from doing Stupid Things® 😅

But, you see, I am a simple creature at heart. I see a sweet and heartwarming ending for a character that went through a lot of stuff he shouldn't have to go through and I grow attached to it!

So to anwser your beautiful question - I chose staying in Waterdeep as my canon ending. It makes the whole thing do a full circle. Gale returns to his own roots, he has the opportunity to help other starry-eyed young people find the passion he himself has!

He can be to them what Elminster was to him, and the writers did an amazing job by making us non-believers actually see how amazing Gale as a teacher could be.

And he gets to stay close to his mom! It somehow is so important to me that he does, I can't explain it. Tara has means to find him whenever, being a wizard as well, but mama Dekarios? All she could do was to sit at her empty dining table and wonder where her only son has gone off to and when he'll get back.

And it's all beautiful and I wouldn't have it any other way 🥰

Thank you so much for the amazing ask, I'm so grateful you took the time to visit my inbox! 💜

#the realization I love a domestic teacher Gale came like lightning #I love all his endings #I truly do #but the Waterdeep one is too perfect for me #hits all the right spots #gale dekarios #bg3

[loving-jack-kelly]

sprace fake not-dating au. everyone thinks they hate each other even though they've been in love for years and they like it that way because it means people leave them alone.

#au where they're both famous for totally different things #race is always teasing spot online and spot refusing to engage #meanwhile nobody knows they're living in domestic bliss with three cats and a dog in their brownstone in new york #sprace #newsies #spot conlon #racetrack higgins

[riddl3bird]

assuming ed is nearsighted, does this mean he had to use contacts here? and if yes did oswald help him do it, ed panicking and saying please please i’m just gonna use my glasses i hate this with a passion while oswald tried to calm him down and gently said just stay still and i’ll be done in a second and butch was in the other room waiting for them shouting guys we’re gonna be late and both ed (half crying) and oswald (angry because that made it worse) yelling shut up butch in response? i think yes. case closed

#i have a soft spot for this dynamic in domestic scenarios #ed normally: 😐😒 ed at home when any minor inconvenience happens: OZZYYY….. *cries* #let ed be a crybaby. i don’t even care i need it #ed when he had to wear contacts while making fun of os in the narrows but he wasn’t there to help him: 😢 #hc that he just said fuck it and gave up and didn’t see shit the whole time #nygmobblepot #ed nygma #oswald cobblepot #butch gilzean #my post

[annaberunoyume]

The Spot x Reader sleepy snippet: Reader: (Returns from a late Dunkin Donuts shift, at last. They sigh and take off their cap...They then look around, puzzled...Where is Jonathan? Shouldn't he be working on his experiment- (They stop when they see him sleeping on his dishelved bed. On his back, one hand to the left of his face, the other lazily sprawled over his belly. He is almost snoring...What a fascinating humanoid...His spots are so small that you can barely see them...) Jonathan: (Gently breathes, almost snoring.) Reader: (Looks on with a surprised, fascinated look. They get closer.) Jonathan: (Suddenly shivers a little.) Reader: (Blushing, takes a nearby downy comforter and gently draps him up to his shoulders...They then hesitate...But Jonathan looks way too cute. They gotta try. They gently stroke his cheek...) Jonathan: (Gently grunts, almost like a humm. He turns his cheek towards their palm. It's so warm...) Reader: (Blushes....Then they slowly approach their lips and pecks the side of his forehead.)

#fluff #tooth rotting fluff #the spot #spider man across the spider verse #spiderverse 2 #the spot x reader #sleepy #sleepy jonathan #cute #tucking him in #face stroking #kiss #aaw #jonathan #jonathan ohnn #domestic fluff

[thesherrinfordfacility]

thought for the morning: have we considered that maybe the reason why aziraphale seems to regress back to thinking that heaven is redeemable and intrinsically good is because the voice of god has literally implied that heaven is currently broken by saying that he needs someone like aziraphale to run it, indicating that heaven by god's design was always meant to be good and they need aziraphale to change it back to how it was intended, because it stands for truth and light and good but right now it's not doing what it was set out to do

and that aziraphale might have come round to thinking through the centuries that heaven never ever was or will be the good place but actually now he's thinking maybe he was wrong maybe it was always meant to be the good place but it's been corrupted by others enacting their own free will and that free will being to misinterpret god's word, like the realisation he touched on in job "i dont think that is what god wants" and now not only could he make a difference because he wants to, but because metatron (and by extension in his eyes god herself) needs him to

#good omens #nonsensical ramblings on aziraphale? yes please #i realise this is a bit obvious but im trying to word it differently than ive previously seen #like if i worked for a company and was practically out the door bc of shitty management making ne think that the company is shitty too #but actually felt somewhere small and deep in my gut that maybe the company is honestly trying to do Good Things #and the big boss told me 'yeah youre actually spot in and the only one who sees that' and then 'work with me to get it back #to where it was always meant to be' #well #id probably accept #maybe thats a reflection on me and is pretty reductive but yk interpretation #aziraphale meta #feral domestic/final fifteen meta #s2 meta