#Fluffy stuff

[le-poofe]

Happy Last Single Digit Birthday Undertale :)

Skittering out of my hole to bring y’all some good ol’ fashioned fluff

[silkiecorn]

I absolutely LOVE them so fluffy silvergrove episodes

[elinty]

The Gift of Wonders

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Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

Summary : You give Tom Riddle a gift on Christmas. Touched by the gift, he feels a warmth he’s never felt before.

Genre: fluffy!

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Christmas at Hogwarts was a time of wonderful magic, with songs and laughter ringing the halls. Yet in the library, where the only sounds were the sizzle of a low fire and the rustle of paper, Tom Riddle sat by himself.

You held an attractively wrapped present and walked eagerly up. You placed it on the table in front of him and said, "Merry Christmas, Tom." His dark eyes narrowed as he looked up. "What is this?"

“A gift," you said, twitching under his eyes."Open it ," After a moment of hesitation, Tom carefully peeled back the paper to discover Wonders of the Wizarding World, a beautifully printed book.

You said carefully, "You always read serious things." I thought you might want something a little different. Something that makes you question.

Tracing the glossy text, his fingers lingered on the cover. Silently, almost to himself, he remarked, "I don't usually receive gifts."

"Well," you said, smiling slightly, "you do now." For a minute, a strange thing flickered in his eyes as he saw you. At last he said something. He said, "Thank you," with surprising warmth in his voice.

A flurry of calmness passed over you, and the corners of your mouth lifted. "Tom, have a Merry Christmas." Tom looked over the book's pages that night as snow flew past the castle's windows, each one filled with fantastical scenes and items that caught his imagination.

He felt something new, a strange warmth spreading in his chest for the first time in years.

and he couldn't help but wonder if there was someone in this world who considered him as more than just a name or as someone with desire as he thought of you—your bravery, your kindness. Tom Riddle attempted to imagine what it could be like to be fully understood for the first time.

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A/N: ahhh guysss hope you enjoyed this !! i think this turned out super cute all tho it was simple 🤍 Happy Holidays loves! Enjoy the holidays and have fun!!

[mrsgiovanna]

I know this was a request from my asks at one stage and was so wholesome I kept it in my drafts. Reader-chan helps the jojos relax by making them some cookies 🥺

It's just dumb fluff lol

Johnathan Joestar

You had been tending to your betrothed's wounds dutifully since that fateful night of his father's passing, however, his task wasn't complete and Jonathan had been training with Baron Zeppeli to hone his Hamon technique.

You were so proud of his progress and determination, how he bore his cross and still maintained his kind demeanor, and so you had made up your mind to support him in any way that you could. From your observations you could see how the recent events had been taking their toll on him and as such you decided to bake him his favorite cookies and deliver them to him in person during one of his breaks.

The sun filtered through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow on the flour-dusted countertops. You’d spent the afternoon preparing a batch of buttery shortbread cookies, shaping each piece with care. As you pull them from the oven, the inviting scent wafts through the house, mingling with the crispness of the cool air outside.

Just then, Jonathan entered, his tall frame filling the doorway. His eyes widened at the sight of the cookies.

“Is that…?” he began, a hint of excitement in his voice.

You nodded, holding out the plate.

“I made these for you. I hope you like them!”

He carefully took one, studying its golden edges, and with a soft smile, he bit into it. The buttery flavor melted in his mouth, and he closed his eyes, savoring the taste.

“They’re perfect,” he said, his voice warm and sincere. “Just like you.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his compliment, and you couldn’t help but smile back. “I’m glad you think so.”

He reached for your hand, gently squeezing it. “You always know how to make my day brighter. Thank you.”

You leaned in, resting your head on his shoulder as he continued to munch on the cookies, a sense of peace settling around you both.

Joseph Joestar

The aroma of melting chocolate and caramel filled the air as you pulled a tray of chocolate chip cookies from the oven. You’d added a twist this time—chunks of caramel and pecans mixed in, knowing Joseph’s penchant for surprises... and snickerdoodle cookies.

As the sweet scent wafted through the house, you heard the familiar sound of Joseph’s footsteps approaching. He bursts into the kitchen, his face pulled into that usual grin.

“What’s cooking, good looking? Smells delicious!”

You couldn’t help but grin. “I made cookies, but I added a little something special.”

He raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “Oh? Let me see!” He took a cookie from the sheet , still hot from the oven and bit into it, pulling in air through his mouth as he chewed, “Whoa! You really went all out this time!” He chewed enthusiastically, the sweet and salty flavors dancing on his palate. “This is incredible!”

You laugh, pleased with his reaction. “I’m glad you like them!”

He grinned wider, his playful nature more pronounced as he nudged you with his elbow. “I knew you were talented, but this is next level! You should be my partner in crime in the kitchen more often.”

“Maybe I’ll let you help next time,” you teased, playfully bumping his shoulder, "but only if you promise not to eat all the cookie dough before it's baked.

Kujo Jotaro

Late nights and early mornings had painted shadows under Jotaros' eyes. It was difficult juggling the irregular hours of his work and the dangers he was always wary of from dealing with the threats of being part of the Joestar lineage.

It was one of the very rare times that he had been home, and you had wanted to give him the peace and warmth he deserved, the kind that can only be created in moments of calm domesticity. The kitchen was quiet except for the gentle crackle of the oven as you pulled out a tray of sugar cookies, their golden edges perfectly crisped. You arranged them neatly on a plate, admiring the simple, classic shape.

You heard the heavy footsteps of Jotaro approaching, his presence always commanding and stoic yet providing a sense of comfort and safety you didn’t experience with anyone else.

He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, looking intrigued. “What’s that?”

“Just some sugar cookies,” you replied, holding the plate up with a smile. His expression softens just slightly, curiosity overcoming his usual stoicism. “Did you really make these?”

You nodded, offering him a cookie. He took it, examining it closely before biting in. The sweetness hit his tongue, and you watched for his reaction. He paused, and for a moment, you thought he might not say anything.

But then, he looked at you, a subtle smile tugging at his lips. “Not bad. You’ve got skill."

“Really?” You beamed, encouraged by his praise.

“Yeah,” he replied, a hint of pride in his voice. You could see his mind was searching, trying to place the familiarity that induced a sense of nostalgia in him.

“Its a hint of nutmeg... I got the recipe from your mom the other day...” You leaned in, your shoulder brushing against his, a soft smile playing on your face, “I’m glad you like them.”

He looked at you, a flicker of warmth in his eyes. “I don’t say it often, but… you do good things. You’re good.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you found comfort in the precious quiet moment shared together.

Higashikata Josuke (4)

The smell of freshly baked biscotti filled your cozy kitchen as you pulled a tray from the oven. Josuke was just finishing up a game he was playing, the quiet of the house being punctuated by stifled groans and a playful jibe thrown in here and there aimed at his teammates online.

It was a long process to make them, but you'd made sure to follow the recipe perfectly, adding nuts and a hint of almond flavor, knowing Josuke’s love for Italian treats. It might have been easier to have gotten them from Tonio, but you wanted a personal touch.

You had set the cookies on the counter, and just as you did, the door swung open, revealing Josuke, his usual lively energy lighting up the entire area. “What’s that smell?” he asked, his eyes wide and his smiled wider.

“I made biscotti!” You replied, unable to hide your smile. “I thought you might enjoy some.”

“Biscotti? For me?” He stepped closer, practically bouncing on his heels as he grabbed one. He took a big bite, and his eyes lit up. “Whoa! These are awesome!”

You watched as he devoured another piece, his joy infectious.

“I’m glad you like them! I tried to get them just right.”

He leaned against the counter, his smile warm and genuine. “You always know how to make me happy. This is my favorite!”

You couldn’t ’t help but blush at his enthusiasm.

“You really mean it?”

“Of course!” he exclaimed, pulling you into a side hug. “You’re amazing! I’m lucky to have you.”

He kissed your cheek, his smile softening as he reached for another biscotti, and started to make coffee for the two of you. "You spoil me, know..." he said, hands busy with the Espresso maker.

"Good, you deserve to be spoiled."

Giorno Giovanna

The expansive kitchen of the villa was filled with the rich aroma of dark chocolate as you carefully prepared a batch of cookies, each one a small piece of art, drizzled with even more melted chocolate and sprinkled with chopped pistachios.

You couldn’t wait for Giorno to see them; his gentle appreciation for the things you did for him always made your heart flutter. He was accustomed to the finest things and could have what he wanted at whim, but all of that paled in comparison to what your gestures meant to him.

As you finished arranging the cookies on a plate, Giorno walked in, his elegant demeanor somehow enhancing the everyday scene. It was always like that with him... he had the ability to make the most mundane of things beautiful by his presence alone, although he maintained that that was what you had done every day.

His gaze fell on the cookies, and a soft smile spread across his face. “What’s this?”

“Dark chocolate and pistachio cookies, just for you,” you say, holding out the gold-rimmed plate. His eyes gleamed as he picked one up, the rich chocolate and blushing green pistachios,enticing him.

It was so endearing... the way he lit up at desserts, no one would have guessed the intense appreciation he had for sweets by his stoic demeanor. He took a bite, and his expression melted into delight. “This is exquisite,” he says, genuinely impressed. “You’ve outdone yourself.”

You felt the warmth spread through you at his praise. “I wanted to make something special for you.”

He placed the cookie down and stepped closer, brushing a thumb across your cheek. “You always know how to bring sweetness into my life. Thank you.”

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips, and you had felt your heart race with affection. “Let’s enjoy these together, shall we?” he suggested, his eyes sparkling with appreciation and love for you.

Jolyne Cujoh

There was nobody else like Jolyne, at least nobody that you knew. It was so rare to encounter that level of strength and softness in one person, and life with her was better than you could have ever imagined. Your lives were now the picture of domestic bliss, and given the circumstances that had brought you together and all you had fought through, this was the closest to heaven you could come to.

Among her many endearing qualities, Jolyne was fond of citrusy sweets. You’d just finished baking a batch of orange-flavored cookies, their zesty aroma filling the air like a burst of sunshine. The bright color of your confectionery creations seemed to mirror Jolyne’s vibrant personality, and you couldn’t wait for her reaction.

When Jolyne stepped into the kitchen, her expression shifted from curiosity to excitement as she caught the scent. “What’s cooking? It smells incredible!”

You hold up a plate, grinning. “Orange sugar cookies! I thought you might like them.”

She gasps, her eyes lighting up. “You made these for me? Awesome!” She reaches for one, taking a big bite, and her face lights up with delight. “Oh my god, these are amazing!”

“I’m glad you like them!” You laughed, watching her enjoy the cookies. Jolyne leans against the counter, her demeanor playful as she nudges you with her shoulder. “You really get me. It’s like you can read my mind.”

“Just lucky, I guess,” you replied, feeling your heart flutter. She wiped a crumb from her mouth and leaned in closer.

“You’re the best, you know that? Here, try one!” She broke off a piece and playfully fed it to you, kissing you soon after.

Johnny Joestar

The scent of warm apple cinnamon cookies filled the air, wrapping you in a cozy embrace as you took them out of the oven. You’d put so love and care into each one, knowing how much comfort Johnny found in familiar flavors.

When Johnny walked into the kitchen, he stopped in his tracks, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind you “What’s that smell?” he asks, his lips close enough to your esr you can feel his breath on your neck.

“Just some apple cinnamon cookies,” you replied, turning around in his arms, holding the plate in front of him. He looked closer, the sweet scent drawing him in. He picked up a cookie and took a bite, closing his eyes as the flavors hit him.

“These are amazing,” he murmurs, his voice filled with nostalgia. “Reminds me of... simple times.” You smiled, feeling a warmth in your chest. “I thought they might bring back some good memories.”

He glanced at you, a gentle expression coloring his face. “You always know how to lift my spirits. Thank you.” He wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a gentle embrace. “Let’s enjoy these together,” he says, his tone tender, his touch filled with affection.

Gappy (Josuke 8)

You pulled a tray of soft, chewy mochi cookies from the oven, the aroma wafting through the kitchen, filling it with warmth and comfort. You’ve made them just the way Josuke likes—soft, with a hint of cinnamon.

As you set the cookies on the counter, you heard footsteps approaching. Josuke entered the kitchen, drawn by the inviting scent of freshly baked cookies. His expression shifts from curiosity to joy as he sees the soft, chewy mochi cookies arranged on a plate.

“Did you make these?” he asked, a hint of affection in his voice.

You nodded, smiling. “I know you're rediscovering your palate, so I thought I’d make a batch just for you.”

He picked one up, inspecting it for a moment before taking a bite. His eyes closed in satisfaction as the soft texture melted in his mouth, with hints of cinnamon and chocolate chips blending perfectly.

“These are amazing,” he said, his tone filled with genuine appreciation. “You really know how to spoil me, you know that?”

You laughed, feeling a happy warmth settle in your chest. “Only because you deserve it.”

He looked at you, a soft smile blooming on his handsome face, and reached out to take your hand.

“Thank you. It’s little things like this that make me realize how lucky I am to have you.”

You averted your gaze at the intensity of his, feeling the weight of his words. “I’m just glad you like them.”

Without letting go of your hand, he broke off a piece of cookie and held it up for you. “Here, try it! You’ve got to taste your own masterpiece.”

You smiled and took the bite he offered, kissing his fingertip as you savored the sweetness alongside him. He watched you with a warm gaze, brushing a stray crumb from your lip with his thumb. “You’re the best, you know that?” he said softly as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

[darkness-and-books]

Hugs

wolverine x reader headcanons

Fuck it, I have very little energy as of late. So I’m just gonna put the thought out there

Wolverine giving you the most bone crushing hug (safely of course)

like the kind where you put your head to his chest and just listen to his heart for awhile.

maybe if you linger too long he’d just pick you up and take you to the nearest place to sit, or just slide onto the floor.

and you just end up sitting there for a bit because existing is stressful

I think that at first he’d be a little hesitant to touch you too much, but then he’d start rubbing your back or just sort of almost petting you

I-I don’t need a hug 😭😢🥺

[pookiebearmick]

Aching for some slow dancing or touching their waist to move past them for the prompts 🙏

i just feel like ian would always be wanting to slow dance with mickey. like all the time. he'd be a little cheeseball and put on music and make mickey dance with him just because he loves him and wants to be close to his hubby <3

Mickey always lets Ian pick the music when they're cooking together, and Ian is always grateful. He loves Mickey's dad rock Spotify playlists, but after listening to them all day when they're out on the job, all Ian really wants to put on some slow, soft, indie music to help him relax.

He and Mickey jabber their way through making supper, Ian talking about some family drama happening between Lip and Tami and Mickey going on about Iggy trying to find a legal job. They keep yapping all the way through their meal, too, just enjoying hearing each other talk. Listening to the other's stories about what's going on with their respective in-laws, mostly, since they spend pretty much all day together.

Once they're done eating, Ian gets up and takes their dishes to the sink while Mickey reminds him that they need to kid-proof the apartment for Franny's stay this weekend. Ian chuckles and gives a quiet "I know, Mick, I remember" as he grabs his phone and changes the music.

He turns back to Mickey, a big grin on his face, as the strings start playing over the small speaker.

♫ At last...

My love has come along ♫

He holds out his hands for Mickey, who rolls his eyes, but still takes them and stands with a grin.

"Fuckin' sap," Mickey teases, shaking his head with a small chuckle and wrapping his arms around Ian's waist.

♫ My lonely days, are over ♫

"You know it, baby," Ian smiles, leaning in to Mickey's teasing and wrapping his arms around his husband.

♫ And life is like a song...

Oh, yeah, yeah ♫

Ian pulls Mickey close and Mickey leans his head on Ian's chest, letting him take the lead in swaying them back and forth to the music.

♫ At last

The skies above are blue ♫

They move back and forth together in their small kitchen and dining space, swaying along to the music and enjoying a soft moment made just for them.

This, Ian thinks, is the perfect way to finish a busy Tuesday.

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[draconic-ichor]

100 Uses for Elfroot

Fluff Drabble

Female Lavellan x Solas

Warnings: none

Solas suddenly realizes how deep his care goes for the Herald: Sulevin.

Sulevin had been picking herbs, knees in the dirt, rattling off the one hundred uses for elfroot for the last quarter hour. Solas leaned heavily on his staff, drifting in and out of the conversation.

Seventeen of the for-mentioned uses were surprisingly new to him, must of been discovered in more recent years.

The group had long learned to just wait out the Herald’s fascinations with collecting items she deemed as ‘useful’. Cassandra alone had tried to talk her out of stopping every forty paces every outing at least ten times, but it fell on deaf ears.

Blackwall stood off in the distance, preparing a pipe for smoking while Varric polished Bianca close by, neither listening to the in-depth list of elfroot uses.

“Isn’t that simply spectacular?” She asked, lifting a sprig to her face, unusual bright eyes almost sparkling, “That one simple little thing can do so much?”

“…Riveting.” Solas sighed, glancing down at her. His breath caught in his chest.

She was smiling up at him, face bright. Her hands were covered in dirt, knees doing no better, with leaves caught in her snowy hair. But she’d never looked so beautiful to him; confident and serene in her element. For the first time since awakening in Haven she seemed truly happy.

His heart skipped a beat.

She stood, oblivious to his reddening ear tips, bundling the herbs together with twine.

“Could you place these with the rest?” She asked sweetly, “Please?”

Solas almost dumbly took the bundle, staff shifting into his elbow.

Sulevin pranced off to the lake edge to wash her hands in the cold water, leaving him standing there. As he tried to clear his head she squealed, jumping up. The three men tensed, ready for anything, until they all at once realized she’d just found a stone.

“Blackwall!” She ran over to him, “Look at this!” Waving her wet hand, stone clutched in her fingers.

“Ah!” Blackwall smiled, taking the stone and looking it over, “That’s agete, you can find it all around the waterways here.”

Solas stopped listening to their conversation, a thought worming into his head:

You care for her…

The more rational part of his brain caught up with his heart, the thought suddenly turning into a bolt of steel; heavy and piercing.

Mind reeling, he withdrew more into himself, completely unaware of the dwarf clearing his throat beside him.

Varric elbowed him, almost sending him off balance.

He huffed out his nose, head spinning to fix the other with a hard gaze.

“Think any louder Chuckles and she might hear you.” Varric smiled knowing up at him.

Solas turned away, gripping his staff tightly as he chuffed, “I have no idea what you’re speaking of.”

“Sure you don’t.” Varric shook his head, walking away. He closed the distance between the two groups, tone completely different as he called out to the others, “Not that I don’t love rocks just as much as the next dwarf, but are we still going to the next outpost or not?”

“Sorry!” The herald called back bashfully, the three moving back to the path.

“Solas!” She called after him, breaking the storm of thoughts hanging heavily over his head. Solas took a deep breath, pushing all emotions deeply away, steeling himself before following.

Thoughts for another time…

[animalscreens]

love yourself!

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Silly antics | {KokuZan}

Theme: Floof? Sillies?

Note: I like feeling bad when I don't satisfy everyone's needs /j (i'm sorry for not writing KokuZan for so long and since I can't find it in myself to write a 1000 word oneshot, so have a short one for the time being)

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"How do you look like in your final form?" Kokushibo asked curiously.

He lay on his back, Muzan sprawled on top of him, a blanket draped over the two lazily. They had been lying here for a while now, bored as they waited for the sun to set.

Muzan propped himself up with his elbows, placing one on either side of his boyfriend's torso. "Why do you ask?"

"I'm just wondering," Kokushibo commented, his eyes flicking down to meet Muzan's. "You talk about it a lot, but I've never seen it."

Muzan smirked. "Because you would drop dead at how amazing I look," he teased, adding a slight toss of his head at the end.

Kokushibo laughed. "I'm sure I would."

"Anyways, I only plan to use it if necessary. Which will probably not be the case," Muzan remarked, laying his head on his Uppermoon's chest, closing his eyes.

"Ah. Can I see it anyhow?" Kokushibo asked, his arms snaking down to Muzan's waist. 

"Ehh, later," Muzan said dismissively. 

"Alright." Kokushibo sat up, moving Muzan's legs around his hips and pulling him into a kiss.

Muzan flushed, pulling away. "The hell was that for?! I wanted to lie down!"

Kokushibo raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you the one who can read my mind?"

"Yeah... But you did ask for some privacy! So I've been resisting it," Muzan insisted. "I'm not reading your mind 24/7."

"Mhmm," Kokushibo hummed, placing a light kiss on Muzan's bottom lip, smiling vaguely. "Your loss."

"What is that supposed to mean?!" Muzan whined, wrapping his arms around the Uppermoon's neck and resting his head upon Kokushibo's shoulder.

"Hm. If you read your mind, you would see a beauty marking every corner of it," he said, placing a kiss on Muzan's cheek.

"Eh?? Who?!" Muzan said, suddenly suspicious.

Kokushibo laughed. "You, idiot," he said affectionately. "You get jealous? Didn't realize it." (muzan is so me)

"Fuck off!" Muzan said, huffing. He pulled away from Kokushibo, crossing his arms. His cheeks were brushed with pink and he looked like a child—pouting. 

"Mm, I don't think I'll do that," Kokushibo said, kissing Muzan's jaw tenderly.

"...Stop kissing me!" Muzan ordered.

"Why?" Kokushibo asked, leaning back against the mountain of pillows he'd placed behind him earlier.

"Because... Because..." Muzan tried. "I hate you!"

"Mhm. I love you too."

"Fuck you!" he complained, pushing Kokushibo down so he slipped off the pillow mountain and fell onto the floor.

"I can fuck y-"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Muzan shouted, his face redder than his eyes.

Kokushibo burst out in laughter, scooting towards Muzan again and patting him reassuringly. "I'll stop," he said. 

Muzan huffed. 

"Okay, let's do something else. Will you show me your final form now?" Kokushibo asked, tilting his head.

"...Fine," Muzan decided, standing. 

"Alright. Do I have to, like, move back..?" he asked.

"Uhh... Good question," Muzan said, placing his hands on his hips. "I don't know."

"I- What?"

"I've never showed anyone, I usually do this in private just to test out what I can do or some shit," Muzan said, waving it off. "Nevermind, just go outside of the room and I'll tell you when you can come back in."

"Why?-" Kokushibo asked, although he headed towards the door.

"Because my final form is embarrassing, and I don't want you to see me transforming," Muzan exlpained, pushing him out and shutting the door.

Kokushibo waited patiently for a couple minutes until he heard Muzan shout, "You can come in now!!"

Kokushibo turned and opened the door, walking inside. He froze when he saw Muzan there, his top half bare and bottom half and arms were pitch-black. His hair was long (would it be white? In the manga, he was confused why it was still white (which ended up being the bc of his aging)) and wavy, and he had what appeared to be many mouths scattered upon his body.

"Ah," Kokushibo said, at loss for words.

"What kind of reaction is that?!" Muzan whined, shutting the door and pulling Kokushibo towards him.

"Uh. I don't know," Kokushibo admitted. He slipped a hand behind Muzan's ear, drawing his head up to look at him. "Mm, you did stun me with your beauty—or amazingness, as you'd said."

Muzan turned beet red. "You said you would stop!"

"I lied," Kokushibo murmured, kissing him gently. 

"You little fucker," Muzan hissed between kisses, though he didn't protest any further as Kokushibo pulled him down to the futon they'd been laying on, running his hand through the long, white locks. 

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I was so suddenly apt to keeping this chapter short that i ended it randomly💀

love you alllllllll<3333 

[a-small-cretur]

:3

[laurettelarue]

not me......

[helloiamcandia]

My object shows oc keychain

(❁´◡`❁)🌷💖About her:

Name: Keychain

Personality: Bubbly, nice(when you don't make her angry all the time) but she gets angry sometimes

Likes: cute stuff, gifts, crafts, fun people, cute colours

Hates: annoying and boring people

(≧▽≦) thats all🌷💓💖

[darkness-and-books]

TOS headcanon reacting to finding your nest in their quarters

Ostaran!reader (I mean the implication of nesting is kinda fem, but no pronouns or real description used for reader, so take it as you will)

Jim

Losing his mind

Like OMG, You put your nest in his room?!?!

Loves it so much

can’t believe you feel comfortable enough to put one so near his bed

tries so friggin hard not to even breathe in its direction

if you invite him to snuggle in it he will die

if you let him, he’ll start collecting you more blankets and pillows and things

like you’ll come to your new nest and find a new pile of materials near by

Spock

Honoured, but a little put off by the fact that you made it right in the doorway

Still won’t move and avoids stepping in it like the plague

will ask very kindly if you might move it to a more convenient location

would even help you to move your nest if you allow it, otherwise he’ll just read his book and let you do your thing.

the internal mushy feelings are real though

like won’t let anything happen to your nest at all

if you invite him to snuggle in your nest he will await your explicit instructions so as not to mess it up

Might start brining you little pieces for your nest that you express any interest in

Bones

Okie dokie

Doesn’t mess with it, but won’t bring it up unless you do first

it if you wait too long to bring it up he’ll look at you over the edge of the bed with a raised eyebrow as you snuggle into your nest

“Did you wanna join me?” He just shakes his head, “not what I meant,”

his words do not however match the action that is instantly plopping into the nest with you

he won’t go super out of his way to bring you more material, but he does think your nest looks a little sparse so if he sees something he thinks you’ll like he’ll get it for you.

he also definitely leaves little snacks next to your nest for you.

seriously, you accumulate a whole stash

[spankysparkles]

New (and Final) chapter of First Kiss- A Solangelo Story is out now!

Nico di Angelo is trying to kiss Will Solace. Things go wrong for them before they go right. But when it goes right, it goes very right and they both become each others' first kiss!

Read it on Wattpad from me here: https://www.wattpad.com/1448476917-first-kiss-a-solangelo-story-chapter-2-will%27s-p-o Read it on A03 from my co-author here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56046211/chapters/142630513#workskin

[pookiebearmick]

Laughing/smiling into kisses; pulling away and looking at each other with softened smiles !

this one is so cute!!! i'm doing a little bday moment for ian <3

The last thing Ian expected to wake up to on his birthday was an empty bed. He rolled over to find that his husband was gone, which was definitely out of the ordinary because Ian always had to coax Mickey out of bed after their multiple alarms let them know it was time to get up and ready for work.

Ian checked the time, 7:52AM, earlier than their usual 8AM alarm. This made it even stranger that Mickey wasn't in bed with him. He listened closely to see if he could hear anything to signal that Mickey was moving around somewhere in their small apartment. Strangely, he felt like he could hear a pin drop.

"Mick?" he called out to what seemed to be an empty apartment.

No reply. He rolled back to his other side and reached out for his phone, pulling up his messages to shoot Mickey a quick "where tf r u" text. It was Thursday, after all. They needed to be ready to leave their apartment by 9:30 to get to the growhouse for their first pickup of the day, and Ian was really hoping to have some lazy birthday sex before hopping in the shower.

He gave himself a couple more minutes in bed, scrolling on Instagram and responding to some "Happy Birthday Ian!!" text messages from his siblings, before he decided that it was time for him to get up and start some coffee. Fiona had sent him a french press and some coffee grounds from her favorite local shop in Florida for his birthday, and Ian was enjoying his fancy new kitchen gadget.

Mickey still hadn't responded to his text, so Ian started calling him as he measured out the grounds. He listened to the line ring two or three times before hearing jingling of keys and the unlocking of their apartment door.

"Where'd you go off to before 8 in the morning?" Ian asked, glancing over at the door as it opened before ending his phone call and grabbing the kettle to fill up with water.

"Well," Mickey started, shuffling out of his boots and moving into the kitchen, "I was hoping to surprise you with some breakfast from that café you're always talking about, but it seems the cat's outta the bag on that one."

Ian chuckled softly, setting the kettle on the burner and cranking it to high heat. "I told you you didn't have to do anything for my birthday, Mick. Getting together with the family for dinner and cake feels like a celebration enough for me."

He turned to face his husband, who was standing next to their small table with a soft smile and eyebrows raised. Mickey had just set down two styrofoam boxes of take out on the table, but still had a small bouquet of blue flowers in his hand.

"Wanted to," he said quickly to Ian, stepping forward and closing the gap between them.

Ian wrapped his arms around Mickey's waist and leaned down to kiss him, pulling Mickey in closer as he slotted their lips together.

He pulled back and looked at the flowers in Mickey's hand. "Sap," he teased with a small giggle, before leaning in and kissing Mickey again.

"Yeah, yeah," Mickey grumbled. "Your birthday's so close to Mother's Day that all the shops had flowers on sale. Couldn't fuckin' get out of there without someone putting flowers in my face." Despite the grumbling, Mickey was smiling softly up at Ian.

Ian absolutely loved that his husband was sweet and loving with him like this, getting up early to get him flowers and a special breakfast for his birthday. "Sure, Mick," he said sweetly, smiling back at Mickey. He leaned down and kissed Mickey once more through a big smile.

"Happy Birthday, lover," Mickey spoke softly, smiling sweetly back at Ian and meeting his gaze.