#FLUFF it is fluff all around

[robinuntamed]

Good indeed

“Don’t tell me you never had these,” Wei Ying said, his frown loud across his brow. “Lan Zhan! Every kid tries them.”

Lan Wangji gave a minute shrug. He never had many sweets as a child. There was one very memorable occasion when his mother made rice cakes; if pressed, Lan Wangji would categorise their flavour as pink. They were pink. And sweet, he supposed.

“Lan Zhan,” with the reproving tone. “You have to.”

Since there was no feasible way for Lan Wangji to refuse him, no matter how ridiculous the request, he picked up the sweet and placed it gingerly on his tongue. His eyes immediately watered at the attack.

“Good, isn’t it,” Wei Ying grinned, so pleased that Lan Wangji made himself chew and then swallow without a single hum of complaint. It was not that he disliked sweets, exactly. Simply that he was unaccustomed. He could come to like them, if Wei Ying willed it so.

“What else,” Wei Ying was muttering, tapping the bridge of his nose. “What else, what else?”

“Mn?” shamefully unfocused. It was only, the bridge of Wei Ying’s nose was a lovely place to rest his eyes; there were two freckles there that especially called to attention. It was sometimes quite difficult to have conversations with Wei Ying in the sunlight, where he shone; or under torchlight, where he was golden; or moonlight, where he glowed; or in the dark, where he was brilliant.

Oh. Wei Ying must have said something; the corners of his eyes crinkled with the smile. “What is it my husband is so busy thinking of, hmm?”

“You,” Lan Wangji answered, at once, honestly.  

“Yes, yes, that’s always your answer.”

Lan Wangji blinked in confusion. “It is the truth. I always think of you.”

“Lan Zhan!” with the flushing cheeks, impossibly lovely, “Why do you always have to,” and then he was in Lan Wangji’s arms, hiding his face in the crook of his neck, burrowing. The voice came out muffled: “Just, unbearable!”

“Mn,” Lan Wangji capitulated. He felt no particular remorse for the weight of his Wei Ying crushing the air out of him, or the scent, talisman paper and sweat and rain and rose-water, or the waving rolls of laughter he could still hear, choked-out and precious for how common they were. Wei Ying was so free with his laughter, generous with his joy. It was incomparable to anything Lan Wangji had ever met.

“We were talking about something else entirely!” Wei Ying emerged from the cocoon of Lan Wangji’s robes. “Trying to distract me with your handsome devil tricks—no longer, I am onto you!”

Lan Wangji lowered his head in repentance. “Whatever Wei Ying wishes,” he said, to another groan.

“No, silly, you’ve got it all wrong. Today we are doing as Lan Zhan wishes, remember? We’re trying to fill all these gaps in your childhood.”

“There are no gaps,” Lan Wangji said, not for the first time.

“How can you say that when we just learned you never had sweets!”

Lan Wangji felt himself frown. Wei Ying called it his ‘non-frown’; he was of the opinion that Lan Wangji’s face barely moved, that extracting an expression out of him was an incredible feat. He made little sense, sometimes.

“I had sweets before,” Lan Wangji said. “My mother had—”

“Made rice cakes once in your life and it tasted pink! You see how that doesn’t count, yes? You don’t even remember how it tasted.”

“I remember. Pink.”

“I mean, a real taste!” Wei Ying threw his arms up, and affection so bright scorched through Lan Wangji’s middle, dazzling. For a moment, he could think of nothing at all. Blinded with this, Wei Ying, on a grey day, in a small town’s market, arguing about sweets. “Pink is not a flavour!”

He was not certain what qualified Wei Ying, whose taste buds would have dissolved many years ago, to be the judge on such matters. But then again it was not as though Lan Wangji knew better. “Mn,” he said, appeasing.

“You,” Wei Ying tutted a finger in his direction, eyes bright, “will do as your gege tells you, for once in your life. What about respect for your elders, hmm?”

Lan Wangji allotted a moment for mental mathematics before declaring the matter pointless. He will do as Wei Ying tells him, of course. “Mn,” was the easiest, most honest response, even if it came off a little eager.

“All right,” grinning wide, putting a merciful arm around Lan Wangji’s shoulders, “where to, then?”

“What?”

Wei Ying flicked him softly. “What do you want to do. Your gege wants to spoil you, Lan Zhan, and remember, you promised to let him.”

“I…” he truly, truly, did not know what to say. Normally pleasing Wei Ying was a simple matter, requiring no conscious thought; this was a task of unprecedented proportions. “Wei Ying spoils me all the time.”

“Not nearly. And far from enough. Come on, you can tell me! What is it that Hanguang-jun is so embarrassed to do?”

“There is nothing,” Lan Wangji said, shame-faced, failing, “Wei Ying.”

“Yes?”

“I want to do as Wei Ying wants.”

Wei Ying rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Well,” he said. “Suppose that would be a tough question. Put on the spot like that, my poor baby. Say,” brightening, “as a proper Lan, I bet you never even considered the concept of a nap.”

“What is a nap,” Lan Wangji said, just to make him laugh.

“Aha! Another gap unlocked. Lan Zhan, we are going back to the inn room, and you are going to curl into bed with me like a good boy and let me cuddle the nap out of you.”

A frisson of heat ran, lightning-bright down his spine. “Mn,” he said, unable to control his tone.

“Lan Zhan! Such a naughty mind. I mean it! We will nap.”

“Yes,” Lan Wangji said earnestly. “I will be a good boy for Wei Ying.”

“Ah,” with a hint of a laugh, “yes, my husband is such a good boy. Back to the inn, then; there’s nothing better than a good nap on a rainy day. Oh, but we must go back to the sweets stall first and clean out the nice lady’s wares.”

“As Wei Ying wishes.”

He could imagine few things indeed that would rival being in bed, holding Wei Ying. Perhaps he will get half a shichen for this. Perhaps even longer.

“What is it you are thinking of?” Wei Ying asked, his voice soft, words close. He tucked a lock of Lan Wangji’s hair behind his ear, eyes wide, gentle, burning-fond. Lan Wangji sought, and sought, for the words, and knew he would never come close to conveying this.

“You,” he said eventually, defeated, delighted. “My husband makes me very happy.”

For a moment Wei Ying just rested his head on Lan Wangji’s shoulder, and breathed. Then he smiled—something new, brighter, peeled open and brimming with joy. “Good,” he said, and took Lan Wangji in his arms for a crushing embrace, “that is very, very good.”

They went back to the sweets stall, and then to the inn. Lan Wangji, who never felt the existence of gaps in his life which weren’t filled with Wei Ying’s return, was indulged nevertheless, and allowed it, just as he would allow Wei Ying anything.

Tomorrow they would switch, and he would get to spoil Wei Ying. It was a very good existence indeed.

[kitamars]

lovey dovey (alt ver of the first one under the cut!)

[demigods-posts]

i have this headcanon that percy and annabeth are raging accidental flirts. but not with each other. like. they'll go to the coffee shop on fifteenth street. and compliment the barista on his hair and clothes and tip really well. but only for him. and they have no idea this boy is absolutely swooning over them. or. each time they to go the bakery downtown. they take the time to converse with the waitress at the counter as they eat her homemade muffins. and are incredibly vocal about how she's their favorite server. and how much they enjoy seeing her. and suddenly they're the only two customers that can get her services for free. except, they just think she's like that with everyone.

[lucabyte]

Taking pride in One's own appearance.

[buqbite]

loved the 2.3 scene where they bickered like petty little kids

[motherearthlovesus]

staying at theo nott’s over the summer

🌞🍸🍊🌊

you’ve been staying at theo’s parents’ estate over the summer holidays for a few weeks now, it’s a huge house with not enough people to fill it. you don’t mind though since it gives you plenty of peace and privacy with your boyfriend. you knew he was rich but you had never known how rich until you arrived here. everyday had been almost the exact same routine, not that it bothered you. this was the most relaxed you’d been all year. the mornings were quiet and often spent picking fruit in their orchard or picking out the days book & matching bikini. his parents were gone most of the time, leaving theo cocky enough to try and fuck you in every corner of the house, inside and out. the tennis court, the pool, the couch, the sauna, the kitchen, the terrace, the garden and the kitchen. while you admired his (constant) efforts, all you could really muster up the energy to do was sunbathe by the pool with pansy. it was supposed to be your holiday too after all. the italian sun was giving you a gorgeous golden glow that made theo drool all over his dinner each night- which, luckily, his parents were too self-absorbed to ever notice. most nights after dessert you and theo go out to the pool house, where pansy and draco were staying, to share a joint or two. you giggle and laugh for hours into the night with smoke hanging thickly in the still summer air, until theo starts to see your red eyes droop - that’s when he knows it’s time to call it a night. he walks with you, hand in hand, up to the bedroom you’ve been sharing. he tucks you in, kisses you on the forehead and walks to the bathroom to brush his teeth before bed. as he turns the tap on, the sound of steadily flowing water sends you off to a peaceful sleep, content to do it all again tomorrow.

all drabbles

[ihave-atummyache]

is it here?

Changbin Blurb/imagine

short drabble

sfw!! (i was giggling and kicking my feet writing this)

im not sure how many words but not many!!

this is 100000% inspired by a tweet i just saw <3

“Binnie, let me see your phone,” you lock your own phone and he grabs his off the table, passing it to you, not even pretending to glance away from his laptop.

“What are you looking for?” Your boyfriend ponders, clicking away on his computer. You had been scrolling on your phone quietly for a while and he was wondering what you were doing.

“I ordered something online and I can’t find the confirmation email. I might have accidentally put your phone number,” you reply and type the word “order confirmation” into his search bar.

You click the first email that comes up and your eyes widen and you let out a gasp when you realize what it is. This immediately catches your boyfriend’s attention, especially when he sees the blush rush up your neck and the soft smile on your face.

“What? What happened?” He leans back in the couch and glances over at the screen of his phone.

There, you both stare at the confirmation email for the engagement ring that he had ordered. You quickly swipe out of the email and scroll, finding the email you’re looking for and forwarding it to yourself.

You’re speechless and, to your surprise, so is Changbin. You swallow thickly and lock his phone, placing it on the couch between the two of you.

Neither you nor Changbin say anything for a few minutes. He clears his throat and starts typing on his computer again and you unlock your phone once more but you can’t even pretend to be focused on anything on your screen.

Before you know it, a quiet giggle escapes your lips and you bite your lip to try to suppress it. Your boyfriend hears you, his cute giggle following yours and you can’t help but laugh again.

The two of you continue to giggle, falling back on the couch and leaning into each other.

“What are you giggling at?” you tease, interlacing your fingers with his and resting your head on his shoulder.

“What are you giggling at?” he rebuttals and you let out another quick giggle before taking a breath and calming down enough to speak.

“You know why I’m giggling,” you reply and turn towards your boyfriend, who was already looking at you, “Is it here?” you add on, a small smile covering both of your faces. He already knows exactly what you’re asking about.

He chuckles once more before nodding his head at you, “It is,” he confirms and a huge grin covers your face.

“Is it hidden?” You ask, sitting up and grabbing the laptop off his lap. You sit it on the coffee table before swinging your leg over his lap and straddling him.

“It is,” he repeats himself, giving you nothing to work with. Your boyfriend (soon to be fiancée, apparently) wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You wrap your arms around his neck and lean forward, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Wanna play hot or cold?” You offer and he immediately shakes his head at you before the two of you erupt into more giddy giggles.

[laiiaaa]

gushing over bf Carmy and he doesn’t even know how sexy he isssss :(((

Carmen—finally—has off from work tonight. Which means it’ll be relaxing for once in the past couple weeks, having time spent with you and you alone, cuddling over a movie, kissing between soft conversations, half-attentive before he’ll finally scoop you up and take you to bed.

But that’s for later.

Right now, though, he emerges in the living room ready for the movie you’d asked him to watch with you. You perk up at his entry and turn around to lean against the back of the couch, caught in a kiss before he starts telling you…well, you can’t seem to keep up.

All that’s on your mind is Carmy Carmy Carmy, so much so that whatever he’s saying doesn’t process, a wave of awe clouding your mind. You get lost in his image for a broad moment, doing little else other than admiring the stretch of his tee against his chest and biceps that tug the fabric just right, the sinew of his forearms tensing as he grips the back of the couch; his curls freshly washed hours earlier, still styled loosely before stressed bouts straighten them, stragglers suspended by his brow bone that charming way you remember when you first met; gray sweats handing loose on his hips, a little less so at the front to make you drool. He looks good, so so painfully good, and he doesn’t even know it. He’s not even trying.

“You listenin’, baby?” You only hear him when he tilts your chin up with his index and thumb—gently, to guide your attention back. “Baby?”

And your head follows, but your eyes still linger along his tensed forearms before they finally acknowledge his words and meet his gaze. “Hm?”

He smiles softly. “Spacin’ out, huh?”

“Sorry—” You bite at your lip. “You’re just so handsome,” you tell him as you look your arms around his neck. “It’s distracting.”

He starts to blush. “Yeah, okay.” But his hands smooth down your back anyway, pausing along the curve of your ass before an adoring squeeze.

“I’m serious, Carmy,” you coo, tugging him down for another kiss and teasing your nails along the nape of his neck. “Most handsome man ever.” One hand cups his jaw before another peck. “And the sweetest,” another smooch to his cheek, “and the prettiest,” and the other side, “and the sexiest,” again to his temple—

“Okay, baby,” he starts, flushed to his neck, but you beat him to the punch—

“And the best boyfriend ever,” you quip, extra sharp before you soothe it with a languid kiss to his lips, smiling against him as his hands run along your spine, slowing you down to sweet kisses until your forehead meets his. “You’re just the best, Bear.” And another, because you can’t help yourself when he looks like this. “So kind, the best chef ever, and so strong…” You bring your hands to paw at his arms again, “So so handsome, and you’re all mine—”

He scoffs, trying to bite back that gush of his heart, that rush of blood down south that has him pressed into the couch. “I think I get it, baby.” Gentle smooch to your forehead. “Thank you.”

You groan and sit on your heels, dragging your hands down his chest, to his middle, then closer to his waistband. Looking up at him with doe eyes and plush pout, you ask, “Take me to bed, Carmy…”

He huffs. “Thought we were watchin’ a movie tonight?”

“Want you t’fuck me instead…” Teasing a little lower, your fingertips graze behind the fabric. “Please?”

And if he thought he was hiding it before, he’s really giving himself away now: head lolling forward with a heady sigh, weight leaning into the couch as his blush spreads to his neck; mind swirling at the thought of you touching him, whining his name some more, pleading with that same pout as he’s making you come beneath him.

In no time he’s bent over to scoop you up from the couch, your giggles ringing in his ear while he carries you to the bedroom.

What, did you expect him to say no to you asking him so sweetly? The movie can wait. It’s your fault for getting him all worked up, anyway.

[beangfrisky]

round two

singledad!atsumu invites you to join him and his daughter for a tour of your new town when you're finally settled in next door. he and his baby girl sat down the night before and made a game plan of what all to do in crayons together.

singledad!atsumu knocks on your door with a coffee in hand just for you. he even remembered you like your lattes extra sweet which you only mentioned once in your first conversation over a week ago.

singledad!atsumu opens the passenger side door for you as his daughter leans up from the back seat to show you the map of town she drew. while he drives you hold out the crayon drawing in front of you and pretend to direct atsumu using your new map.

singledad!atsumu spends most of the day shooting not so sneaky glances your way. the stop of the tour involving ice cream was especially hard for him to keep his gaze away from your lips.

singledad!atsumu drops you off at your doorstep with a shopping bag full of touristy souvenirs and gifts from your day of adventure. with his daughter holding one hand, he uses his other to hold your jaw still as he leans in for a quick kiss on the cheek.

the blush he earned is more than enough to keep the smile on his face for a few days.

one three

[reineydraws]

ode to coming home by @portgasu

these are my full pieces for the @opfluffzine 🥰🥰 it was really fun doing the spot art for this uta lives fic and super great to work with asriel! go show the fic some love on ao3, and if you wanna check out the rest of the zine, you can download it here for free 💞

process gifs under the cut!

[spacebubblehomebase]

Happy birthday, Anthony! I just finished drawing this on April Fools and thought it fits. What better thing to post today than some queerplatonic Radioapple tomfoolery? And the fact that Angel Dust invited himself in it is just one big beautiful bonus! So please enjoy! -Bubbly 💙

[generalsdiary]

not rover pulling the "we can get discounts from the vendors if we go as a couple/together" BRO LIKE CASUAL RIZZ? (I'm like sure I've seen that line in a kdrama or something ISTG)

casually calling him Yao

the headpat option for xianglee? and his little stutter when you do choose the option??

xiangli yao is so subtle in his flirting, it is so casual, so soft, bro can you be any more boyfriend codded like???

seeker of truth but the only thing that held him back was the desire for companionship (veritas ratio you haunt me in every universe)

obvious love languages are quality time and gift giving that man would do anything to grant a wish in this essay I will-

that man is so soft spoken, so gentle- for once someone didn't jump our bones, but casually knew who we were and subtly spoke his admiration for us and desire to meet us

"you do have a gentle soul" "ever thought about becoming fhe mysterious wish granter..." OFFERING HIS PRIVATE JOB HELLO? okay casual flirting, okay (it's giving boyfailure with that type of flirting ngl but he isn't boyfailure)

yes, allow me to rant about you, to you, in third person, to brag about you and go on a whole rant full of compliments to state that you, rover, are a whole ass hero

"there's no need to look far"

and he has conversation sense, bouncing off of rover's jokes and flirting smoothly they just match each other's vibes; rover needed someone chill istg

rover saving xiangli yao FINALLY A NONTOXIC YAOI LETSGO, and he is so caring and patient; immediately asking if rover is okay once outside of the sphere (biting a couch pillow rn)

the girls call rover over to come early- rover -_-, xiangli yao calls rover to come over- 🏃🏻

xiangli yao calling the rover "my friend" to partner pipeline is so real (right after that is the pat the bot's head option), rover when chatting with the kids referring to yao as their "mecha arm partner" THE FIC WRITES ITSELF

"maybe I should include it in the employee handbook" "we have a handbook already?" WE? the work unit of the TWO OF US? WE is this kinda domestic or am I tweaking- like yes, my partner, I've joined your start up, non-profit, no funds company and I'm your one and only employee (not counting the kids / his bots) and therefore it is now WE, cos I feel so comfortable at this job and with you, my PARTNER-

also, rly cute thing is xianglee and abby hanging out in the bg (the kids get along I'M NOT OKAY)

the parallels to ratio haunt me send help I cannot escape that man

[absentlurker]

Steve is standing in front of the stove when Eddie stumbles downstairs. Steve’s eyes are on a pan and he’s mumbling softly to himself.

Eddie walks closer and hears Steve mumble, “runny yolks…let’s pull it off now.” Eddie is seated at the breakfast bar by the time Steve turns slightly to move the fried eggs on a plate.

Steve jumps slightly at the sudden sight of him before smiling brightly, “Good morning! I thought I was going to have to wake you up!” He cuts the toast sitting to the side, plates it with the eggs before placing it in front of Eddie.

Steve turns around with a fork before hesitating, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Eddie has his head propped up on two fists with a large closed-mouthed smile as he looks at Steve. Steve huffs and puts a hand on his hip at the continuing silence, “What?!” he questions.

“You like me.” Eddie answers with that same bright smile, “What?” Steve asks again with a laugh.

“You liiiiiiike me!” Eddie exclaims, “you like me so much you wanna get my eggs right!”

Steve rolls his eyes as he drops the fork by Eddie’s plate, “eat your breakfast.” Eddie snickers to himself.

“Stevie’s got a cruuush on meee,” he sings, “he wants to make me breakfast and date me and-and be my boooyfriend.”

Steve takes a bite of his toast as he eyes Eddie. He takes in his tall figure, his curly hair trying to escape the half-ass pony tail he has it in, his faded red boxers and black tank top with a hole in the bottom right. His pale limbs and long fingers that are ringless and the faint pillow lines from Steve’s pillows on the side of his face.

Steve smiles, besotted.

“Yeah,” he answers softly, “that’s pretty accurate.”

Eddie stares back at him, mouth agape before he flushes bright red and tries to hide his face with his hair.

“Steeeeeve,” he whines, “that’s so embarrassing, man!” Steve laughs as Eddie abandons his breakfast to wrap his arms around his waist and nuzzles in close to him.

“I’m a mere mortal! I can’t handle all these feelings!” He says dramatically. Steve snickers as he holds Eddie and sways them back and forth.

“Eddie has a cruuuush on me,” Steve sings to Eddie’s loud ‘ugh!’, “he wants to date me and kiss me and looove me.”

Eddie pulls back to kiss Steve softly before smiling against his lips and saying, “Yeah…that’s accurate.”

[aimedis]

david as a dad headcanons (+angel) !!

david and angel have twins (older twin is a girl and younger twin is a boy) and a daughter five years apart

Dad David who, right when he found out they were having a boy, knew he wanted to name him Gabriel (he can't bring himself to call him Gabe most days, but the girls and other pack kids will)

Dad David who bawled like a baby when each of his kids were born

Parents Angel and David who are the best at responsive parenting. They have not and will not ever yell at their children especially not for something as minuscule as dropping a cup

Parent Angel who has to be the disciplinary parent because David literally can’t sometimes. Uses the "they're just kids" excuse all the time (the kids know this and use it get out of trouble when Angel isn't around)

Dad David who has a huge fear of being too harsh for his kids and making them feel unloved or afraid of him

Also Dad David who calls his kids 'angel dust' and 'baby wolf' on the regular

Dad David ‘workaholic’ Shaw taking a whole week off of work because his eldest had separation anxiety from starting school

Parents Angel and David who vowed to never let their kids hear or see them fight (they see the disagreements and banter but never the ones that get a little more hostile)

Dad David who never made any of his kids feel pressure to be the next Alpha after him (it ends up being his youngest daughter)

Dad David who wakes up at the ass crack of dawn to pack each kid's lunch box to be perfect every single day (with the cutely shaped vegetables and fruits and animal picks)

Dad David who also writes a short personalized note to put in their lunch boxes everyday

Dad David who lets his youngest daughter follow him around all day, even to the bathroom (secretly dreads the day when she's a teenager and never wants to be around him anymore)

Parent Angel who cries when the girls find their old dance videos and try to recreate it (they butchered the whole choreography but they looked adorable)

Dad David who forces himself to talk more and give his kids the reassurance they need even if he thinks he's saying the wrong thing (Angel is always there to back him up)

Dad David who, when his kids are trying new food, holds his hand out for them to spit out what they don't like

Dad David who cries when he helps his kids shift for the first time

Dad David who holds his kids the entire time they're sick no matter what Angel says

Dad David who takes his kids to visit the grave of his own parents and tells them about how he grew up (laughs through the tears when his eldest daughter tells him not to die)

Parent Angel who doesn’t let anyone kiss their kids on the mouth or change their diapers/pull-ups

Dad David who has full-blown conversations with the baby babbles

Dad David who sees the slightest injury on one of his kids and goes full doctor mode

Dad David who tells the story of how he proposed to and married his mate to his children over and over

Dad David who watches with the widest smile on face whenever Angel reads to or plays with their kids

Parents Angel and David who call their youngest daughter crybaby

Angel who also calls their youngest 'sushi' because she loves sushi

Dad David who begrudgingly allows the other pack kids to call him Davey when they hear it from Angel (children are surprisingly persistent he finds)

Dad David who has picky kids and has mastered all of their safe foods

Dad David who is the type to stay up all night to finish his kid's art project they left until the last minute

Dad David who will let his kids gnaw on his fingers when they're teething

Dad David who thought he wouldn't be as good of a father as his own was but the second he laid eyes on his firstborn twins he swore he would dry his damn best (best dad david)

Parents Angel and David who go all out for birthday and holiday gifts (gets those kids everything on their wishlists)

Parents Angel and David who still made a point to teach their kids proper gratitude and respect (those kids are genuine angels that choose chaos) ((like someone we know veryyyy well))

Dad David who does the girls' hair in cute styles and is more than happy to oblige when his son shyly asks for pink bows in his hair (will fight anyone who says anything)

Dad David who loves his family more than anything

[depressiondiaries]

Can't get over construction worker!toji watching you like the pretty little thing you are on your phone hurrying to a meeting trying to open this god damn water bottle you just bought. He's eyeing you up and down with a smirk and then suddenly

"Ma'am"

He points at your bottle "I could help help you out with that"

Awestruck you stare at this man who looked like he was carved by god himself, wife beater on, hair sticking to his forehead and god...his arms, sweaty and filthy with something black all in their muscular glory.

He notices you gawking at him but knows you wouldn't appreciate his teasing, you're not that kind of woman.

"Ma'am?" he smiles even wider at you looking up at his eyes with a blush.

"Hmm? oh yes thank you that would be great!"

You swear at yourself for the too excited enthusiasm in your voice and hand him the water bottle which he opens without a hint of struggle. Was he flexing more than normal or was that your imagination betraying you.

"Thank you.."

"My pleasure"

He tips his head at you with that same smirk and you swear you were about to fall on your knees from this man's oozing manly charisma. Straighting up you smile at him and quickly rush away.

Toji smirks back at his fellow construction buddies who just look at him with disgust, very used to him getting all the women at his feet, the worst part? he wasn't even trying.

"You gotta stop doing that" one of them says with a disgusting but also jealous look on his face

"Doin' what? not my fault pretty girls don't look at y'all"

Groans could be heard from his mates while he laughs and gets back to work but before that he turns around one last time to see you walking away to your office thinking of a way to get to see you again.

[dumplingsjinson]

List of fluff prompts

1. “I gave you one hundred and one reasons to walk away, yet you never did. Why?” “Because I love you. It’s really that simple.”

2. “Remember when we first met here?” “Yeah, of course. That was the day when you spilled coffee on me and apologised profusely but all I could think about was how gorgeous you are and how great it would have been to get your number.”

3. “It’s always been you, and it will always be you. Please never forget that.”

4. “You make me feel all soft and mushy inside.” “That is a good thing, right?” “Of course! You melt me, love.”

5. “You’re an idiot.” “Well, at least I’m your idiot, right?”

6. “You’re the reason why I believe in love, you know?”

7. “Stop back-hugging me while I’m trying to cook! You’re distracting me,” Character A whines, cheeks becoming a delicate shade of rosy pink as Character B nuzzles their neck and mumbles sleepily into their neck, arms only serving to tighten around their waist at their flustered protests.

8. “C’mere and rest next to me. You’ve worked hard enough today.”

9. “You feeling any better?” Character A asks, stroking their fingers through Character B’s hair. “So much better now that you’re here. I love you,” Character B mumbles, snuggling close to them.

10. “You always manage to make me feel like I’m worth it.” “That’s because you are worth it. You’ll always be worth it in my eyes.”

(pt. 2)