#fluff blurb

[daddydixonscrossbow]

It was early in the morning. You hear the door open a few second after Dog jumped down off the bed.

That meant one thing - Daryl was finally home.

He had been on a run for the last two days, and you missed him like crazy. You pulled yourself out of bed, padding over to the door and walking down the steps.

Daryl looks up at you while scratching Dog’s head, “Didn’t wake ya, did i?”

You shake your head, “No. I haven’t been sleeping well since you left.”

He quietly tells Dog to get down before walking over to you, pressing his lips to his, “M’home now, go get some sleep, baby.”

You nod, yawning as you turn back around, “C’mon, Dog.”

“Go get mom. I’ll be in in a minute, boy.” Daryl motions for Dog to follow you and he does. He stands at the top of the steps, waiting for you to reach them before running in and jumping on the bed.

A little bit later, you heard the bedroom door push open and close quietly. Daryl chuckles as he sees Dog laid up under your arm and slowly climbs into the bed behind you.

“Ya asleep?” Daryl whispers as he moves to press his body against yours, his arm laying over your waist. You let out a sigh, “No, but I will be here soon.”

He plants a kiss on the back of your head, “I love you.”

You smile, turning your head so you can get a real kiss, “I love you. M’glad you’re home safe.” He nods, reaching up to brush his hand over your hair, “Me too.”

Here’s a kiss for likin’ and rebloggin’💋

[multihaven]

something about rafe not being able to keep his eyes off of you.

he’s always so enamored with you, no matter if you’re cleaning up the house or cooking a meal, hell even if you’re sick as a dog and not able to move from the sheets of your bed, tissues scattered all around you.

his eyes are so full of love whenever you’re around.

he can’t keep his hands off of you either; always needing to have you at an arms length or closer.

he loves coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“hmmm,” he sighs happily. “what’re you doing?” not that he truly cares enough about what you’re doing in this exact moment, only wanting to be in your space and your space only.

you give a closed-lipped smile at the affection. “just finishing up the dishes.”

he gives a small grunt as a response, giving you a chaste one-two-three kisses to the top of your head, giving your hips a loving squeeze with his hands before stepping away.

he moves not more than three feet away from you and just watches.

watches, completely enamored in you doing a mundane task. but it doesn’t matter to him. he’s utterly obsessed and so in love with every little move you make.

just complete love-hearts in his eyes when watching you.

[angelltheninth]

Jin "Jiji" Enjoji Walks You to Class

Jiji almost always walks with his arm thrown around your shoulders, a huge grin on his face, smirking at anyone who passes by

Jiji makes sure that he never misses lunch breaks with you so he can walk back to class again, and if he is a bit late then he asks you on a date to make up for it

Jiji waits for you in front of your house, scrolling on his phone and looking at the latest couple pictures you took together

Jiji asks to hear about how your day was after school ended and you went home, he wants to know as much about you as he can

Jiji offers to carry your bag so you can hug his arm while you walk

Jiji whistles and hums while you walk, muttering the lyrics to whatever song you listened together over lunch break, he played it way too much that day

Jiji talks a bit too loud when he's complimenting you as you walk in the hallway

Jiji wants to wear matching accessories with you when going to class, weather it be earrings or bracelets

Jiji kisses you every time when he walks you to class, every single time without fail, no matter how many people see it or comment on it

Dividers by: @/cafekitsune

[trulyy-yourzz]

✿fluff - b.e x reader

I know we all need a little something to make us feel better (I'm still mourning😞), so as a fellow billie writer, and for the requests in my inbox, here you go my loves 💕 I hope you enjoyy. Mwa!

ʚɞ

Billie sat hunched on the edge of her bed, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She had just gotten back from the Grammy Awards, seeing all her friends and peers winning awards left and right while she came away with nothing. It stung more than she ever could have imagined. And she didn't expect it to.

There was a soft knock at her bedroom door before it opened, revealing you, her girlfriend. Billie looked up at you with a sad smile, trying to be strong even though she felt like crumbling inside.

"Hey, can I come in?" You asked softly, your voice filled with concern.

Billie nodded, wiping at her tear-stained cheeks. "Yeah, of course. I could use the company right now."

You entered the room and closed the door behind you. then making your way over to sit beside Billie on the bed. You wrapped a comforting arm around the singer's shoulders, pulling her close. "I'm so sorry about tonight, Bille. I know how much the Grammys meant to you," you murmured, rubbing your hand soothingly along Billie's arm.

Billie let out a shaky sigh, leaning into your touch. "I just...I don't get it. I poured my heart and soul into my album. I thought for sure I had a shot at winning something, anything really. But... nothing. It's like, what's the point?" Her voice cracked with emotion as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. You tightened her embrace, letting Billie cry into your shoulder.

"You can't think like that," you said firmly but kindly. "Your music means everything to so many people, including me. The fact that you didn't win an award doesn't diminish your talent or your impact."

Billie sniffled and pulled back to look at you with loving eyes. "You really mean that?"

You nodded, cupping Billie's face in your hands. "I do Billie, you're an incredible artist and an even more incredible person. Don't let one night or a silly little award define you or your career. Your album is beyond amazing."

Billie felt a small smile tug at her lips as she gazed into your earnest eyes. "Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You don't have to do anything without me," you said with a warm smile, cupping her cheek and leaning in to plant a soft kiss on her lips.

"We're in this together, love..."

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Notes: screaming, crying, and throwing up!

That's all❤️

[sugurusombereyes]

nightmares, geto blurb

“can i come in?”

suguru stands naked in front of you, well not naked but you could practically see the smudges in the brushstrokes that painted him whole. he had tried to hide that side from you, the places of him that weren’t flawless to the eye but would shatter to pieces if you touched them.

“yeah of course.” you say carefully, letting the invisible light he carried with him pour into your dark dorm. the warmth and brightness he carried spilling out onto your floorboards that would creak with the times you circled your room confused with the thought of how you felt about geto.

you softly closed the door as he walked in, taking his pillow from his hands and throwing it onto your bed. this was a common occurrence for you. geto would show up at your door with his pillow and eye bags progressively getting worse as his nightmares went on. you wanted to wrap him up in all the warmth he had radiated on to you and cover him in the comfort of silence just being silence instead of the absence of rikas heartbeat.

“c’mere.” you softly murmur as you lay on your bed, motioning for geto come and lay next to you. it was hard to not pretend that you couldn’t notice getos deterioration, the same eyes that you once believed could light up a pitch black room had dimmed out. carrying less of the anger he held and more of a heroic grief that was too painful to even think of. you couldn’t not pester him, inviting him to outings or to silent walks that would say so much more than he would. you couldn’t pretend that you hadn’t memorised his outline, the lines in his palm and the creases that would show up whenever he would smile.

that smile.

“wanna talk about it?” he shakes his head no, moving his body closer to yours and resting his head on your chest. you hoped that he couldn’t hear your heart going at hundred miles per second or the hitch in your breathing pattern that matched his whenever you were together. (he noticed the skips in your heartbeat and thought of how the sound of the rhythm was worth holding on a little more for)

but what geto didn’t know was that you would stay up and count his breathing pattern. he didn’t know that you would grow daises in your lungs if he had told you that they were his favourite flower. he didn’t know that you would do anything that would make him feel okay again, because you didn’t know how to feel okay without him. but he was scared. he was scared that if he let you in he wouldn’t stop pouring, turning into an ocean of his memories and waves of the weird feeling that he disguised as being sick. but you wanted him to engulf you like the waves did once to you when you were young, you wanted him to soak you in the crimson liquid that he felt seeped from close wounds whenever someone would ask him how he was doing.

“why aren’t you tired of me yet?” he asked confused.

“how could i ever be tired of you?” you replied with the same amount of confusion, but this type wrapped around his cold bones and brushed a thumb over them; assuring them that you weren’t going anywhere.

[lnfours]

Hi, can you write the following prompt please "i brought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?"

after the week i’ve had, i need some lando fluff 🥹 also, i promise i didn’t forget about all your requests! life has been hitting me super hard the last few months

thank you all for being so patient with me and for sticking around 🫶🏻 i love you

cleaning out my inbox 💌

the door to the apartment closed, a sign that your boyfriend had finally returned home after a busy day.

you were in the kitchen, trying to find all the ingredients you needed in order to make dinner when you heard his voice, “i’m home!”

“in the kitchen!” you called back to him, the sound of keys falling into the porcelain dish by the front door echoing off the walls. he came into the room, clearly hiding something behind his back. a smirk on his face, that could only mean one thing.

he got you something.

“how was work?” he asked, moving towards you carefully in order not to show the surprise. you smiled when his lips found your cheek, giving it a soft peck. his usual, everyday greeting whenever he came home from a day of training.

“boring,” you mumbled, “how was your day?”

“same,” he said, “counted down the minutes until i got to come home.”

you chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow as you finally addressed the fact that he was hiding something behind his back, “whatcha got there?”

“a surprise, close your eyes.”

you closed them, heating a quite ruffle of cellophane as he arranged the flowers to be in front of him, “okay, open.”

you opened your eyes to the most beautiful bouquet of flowers you’d ever seen. they were vibrant, but housed all your favorite flowers. you smiled as you took them from his hands, raising them to your nose, “i got you flowers,”

“for what?” you asked, now curious to know if there was any real reason. if it was a way of apologizing before he told you something had happened. you looked over at the calendar on the fridge, hoping you hadn’t missed any important dates.

you hadn’t.

“there has to be a reason?” he asked, a small playful smile on his face. you chuckled, shaking your head before placing them down on the counter top.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, his finding their home as they wrapped around your waist, “no, there doesn’t. i was just curious, that’s all,”

he hummed, “i saw them in the flower shop on the way home and they reminded me of you.”

you smiled, “they’re beautiful, thank you.”

“you don’t have to thank me,” he smiled back, lips brushing against yours as he dipped his head down closer to yours, “i love you.”

“i love you,” you mumbled back before meeting his lips in a sweet kiss.

[2-dsimp]

Hi 👋

My head cannon is actually something that was brought up in the discord.

Nokka and Wifey having 4 kids, 3 daughters and 1 son. Eldest daughter is basically Nokka's mini-me and the two are always butting heads.

Son is the youngest and is a carbon copy of Wifey, just an all around sweet boy, who loves his mother and likes to bake.

I'd just love to see some dabbles of Nokka interacting with his kids.

Like what if he found out his eldest daughter has a secret boyfriend that he only finds out about because one of his other daughters blurted it out during a fight the two girls were having?

『Yandere Husband family bonding times』

Tw: wife reader! pure fluff, and tons of sass, Nokka butting heads with his look alike daughter.

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“Well I’ll be goddamned, I wish whoever that unlucky bastard is good luck and good riddance once he takes her off our hands. We can finally get some peace n quiet round here.” Nokka chuffed, you slapped his chest giving him an exasperated glare. You had just finished setting the table, only to come back to this nonsense chatter. “Seriously, honey? That’s our daughter we’re talking about.”

“Hell, we ain’t gotta worry about shit, I’d hate to admit it but I know she’s the man in the relationship.” The other daughters busted out laughing, enjoying the snide remark from their father. Meanwhile your baby boy was hugging onto your waist, equally amused. Eyes flickering from his elder sister. Who looked like she was about to flip the damned table. She was her daddy’s daughter after all, a hothead to the core.

“If anything, we should be worried about that poor sap she’s with, who’s gonna end up as her lil bitch.” Your husband snorted, taking a swig of his protein shake. Before lazily, returning a rude hand gesture that his look alike daughter gave him via middle finger. “Old man fight me if you wanna be talkin shit about my man!”

“Girl You betta thank ya mother for puttin you on this earth as a female… Otherwise I would’ve” He sassed, pointedly ignoring his raving daughter, opting to flicker through sports channels.

“Wife come get this brat already. She giving me indigestion.” Shaking your head with a sigh, from their habitual bickering. You went over to pacify your fuming daughter. Eventually it watered down to you listening to her gush about her secret boyfriend. Who seemed like the good natured type of guy to bring home to parents. Ultimately, leaving you pleased.

[writtenbyan-aries]

A blurb where reader is secretly dating Chris and uses a fake account to mess with him while he’s on a stream with Matt

Warnings: swearing, secret dating, fluff

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You lean back against the headboard, a smile rested on your face as you have Matt and Chris’ livestream pulled up on the tv.

You finish setting up your burner twitch account with a giggle, and soon enough, crazy4chrispkreme has entered the chat.

You lay a hand over your mouth, tilting your head back as you try to control your laughter.

You let out a sigh, glancing from the tv down to your phone, Oh my god, the guy on the left is literally so hot.

You look back up at the tv, hoping for a reaction, nothing. So you type something else out, Chris!! Can I get a shoutout please!!!

And again, right after, Christopher! I love you sooo much please notice me!!!!!!!!

You bite your lip to stifle back your laughter when you see Matt lean into the screen, “What the fuck?” He laughs, reaching back to get Chris’ attention, “Do you see this?”

“See what?” Chris leans forward and Matt shakes his head, “Hold on, it went away. Just.. watch the chat.”

You give it a second, watching them both stare at the chat screen before you type out, Are you looking for my message?

Matt’s eyes go wide and he looks at Chris, “Did you see that?”

“You better not be talking about that fucking username.” Chris laughs and covers his face, “What the fuck.”

You giggle, Chris! Chris! I love you pleeaseeeee say something to me

At this point, there’s a few people telling you to chill out and to ‘calm your little fan girl ass down’, but you ignore it.

“What is up with these usernames chat.” Matt laughs, shaking his head, “They want you to say something to them.”

“I don’t..” Chris laughs, “I- just-“ he continues to laugh, “That’s actually crazy. Crazy four Chris-p kreme.”

You press your cheek into your shoulder, laughing before looking back at your phone, Ahhhh thank you I love you so much you have no idea my life has been made <3333

Chris raises his brows and leans back into the chair, “Glad I could help.”

But you don’t stop, Chris you’d be even hotter if you take your shirt off!!

And right after, come on! Don’t be shy! We all think you’re hot!

You press your hand to your mouth hard as you watch both of their reactions on the tv, “What the actual fuck..” Matt’s eyes widen and he sighs while shaking his head, “I’m going to have to agree with the other people here, you need to calm down.”

“I’m not taking my shirt off, why would- no. No.” Chris shakes his head and sighs, “What the fuck.”

Awww boooooo, you type, Why not????

User1: yoooo chill out

User2: seriously that’s so embarrassing, as a members of the sturniolo fandom, we don’t claim this bitch

User3: you have some serious issues you need to figure that out bro like seriously

You laugh, Fine, but I still think Chris is the hotter one out of the two.

Matt shakes his head and Chris crosses his arms, “I mean, I can agree to that.” He laughs and Matt rolls his eyes, “Why do you have to be weird?”

“I’m not, I’m just restating facts.” Chris laughs and you move around to get more comfortable, reading down over the chat as people try to explain to you that you can’t say that blah blah blah.

Christopher Owen, the man you are!!

God I wish I had the chance to date him, he looks like he would be a really good bf

Matt smirks, “Aw, Chris, they want a date. They think you’d be a really good boyfriend.” He looks at Chris and he smirks, “name a time and place.”

Your jaw drops as you laugh, swiping over to text Chris, name a time and place? Are you serious??

You go back to the twitch chat and watch the tv. He pulls his phone from his pocket and instantly starts to laugh, “Matt.”

Matt leans back, reading over your text and he gives Chris a look, “Uh oh.”

You type out the chat, Oh no!!! What’s going on?!

You watch as Chris taps on his screen before laying his phone face down in his lap. His text comes through and you laugh, shaking your head as you read it, You think you’re slick, huh?

You tap on it and text him back, What ever do you mean Christopher Owen, the man that you are??

You hit send and go back to twitch, the things I would let Chris do to me is astronomical, good lord

You giggle as Chris tries so hard to fight back a smirk as he reads your text. He leans forward to show Matt and his jaw drops, “Is that..”

Chris nods, “Uh huh.”

You type out in the chat, what’s going onnnnnn

Matt laughs and shakes his head, “Don’t you worry about what’s going on.”

Chris taps his screen and you sigh as you click on his text, the man I am, thinking my girlfriend is trolling me on a fake twitch account

You leave him on open and go back to twitch, typing out a message that only him and Matt will understand, why are you calling me a troll? I promise I’m a real person who just loves Chris sooooo much <3333

You lay your phone down and Chris stands up, “I’m going to grab a sweatshirt.”

Matt laughs and nods, “Alright.”

You look over at the door, watching as it opens and Chris walks in laughing, “Are you fucking serious?”

You shrug, locking your phone, “What?!”

“You’re actually the funniest fucking person ever.” He walks over and lays his body on yours, “I was so confused at first.”

You smile, pressing your lips to his as your fingers comb through his hair, “Hey, I have to have a little fun while you’re having fun.”

He laughs and peppers your face with kisses, “I love you.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, “but you don’t love my username?”

He buries his face into your neck and laughs, “How did you even come up with that?” You laugh and shrug, “May have remembered your old Snapchat username.”

“You’re ridiculous.” He smiles, tilting his head up, “But I love you.” He kisses your lips, “So much.”

“I love you.” You kiss him one last time before he stands up, “Wear the grey sweatshirt. I love you in that.”

“What so you can troll me harder?” He laughs as he pulls the grey hoodie off of the hanger, and you nod with a smile, “How’d you know?”

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Thanks for reading! I love you so much! If you want a Matt one or whoever, let me know! 🖤 catch you in the next one!

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[pierregazly]

soft for you ꨄ lance stroll

lance stroll x reader

warnings: disgusting fluff, mention of crash [1018 words]

request: could i request 3 & 4 from the 🫶🏼 prompt list with lance? [3. SMILING during a kissss >>>>> and 4. the gaze that softens as soon as it lands on you.]

note: lance taking after his dad >>> relationships come before f1 >>> this is part of my 1.5k celebration! feel free to request away!!

He was pissed. Even without hearing his words, or knowing the whole situation, you could see it in his face. His eyebrows were pinched, the sarcastic roll of his eyes after every sentence that left his mouth, both stark examples of how genuinely angry Lance was.

It had been a nightmare of a season from the first race, anything that could go wrong, having gone wrong. You knew nothing you could say or do would truly change Lance’s perspective. The car wasn’t great, the strategy was poor, and little mistakes had begun piling up, the damage to his car worse and worse almost every race.

And the first race of the season you were able to attend? Another crash, another early end to Lance’s race. You couldn’t help the grimace that overtook your face as you watched him argue with one of the engineers, his hands flying up in the air in exasperation as another eye roll was visible from your spot across the room.

Multiple people were trying to avoid looking at the conversation currently taking place, not wanting to overstep or get anywhere near the line of fire once Lance finally made his exit from the room. You couldn’t help but stare at the situation, waiting for him to finally look up, to finally make eye contact with you.

It didn’t take him long to do so once he realized he had multiple eyes on him, his brown orbs locating your own just seconds later. His face, his mere gaze, softened almost immediately, any comment from his engineer going unheard and ignored as he simply nodded his head in response to whatever he was saying. You couldn’t help the small smile that began to form on your face as he walked towards you, leaving his mechanics and engineers to stew in their own anger and frustration.

Just another little thing you could always count on. He could be livid. He could be whipping his steering wheel across the room, or shouting at whoever would listen; but he would never allow it to enter your relationship. It was one thing you admired, one of so many things you loved about him. His career, his job, it was separate from your relationship and always had been.

He didn’t talk about racing when he was with you, didn’t talk about how poor the season was going or how miserable he was beginning to become. He would talk about it when you urged him to, not wanting him to bottle it up, not wanting him to feel as if you didn’t support him when he was at his worst. But he never let it effect your relationship, never let the anger mask his love for you, or the way he treated you.

Pulling you into his arms once he was close enough, you felt his chin rest gently on the crown of your head as a loud exhale left his body. His back muscles were tense, his body practically shaking in frustration as he squeezed you tighter, trying to take advantage of all the time he could get with you.

Pulling back, you watched the corners of his lips curve as he gazed down at you. Your grip on his bicep not letting up as you observed the influx of emotions cross his features. The defeat, the frustration, the misery; they were so prevalent at first, so raw as he tried to contain them. But before long, the emotions of devastation began to melt away. The small grin on his face not wavering as he looked down on you, practically delighted to see you, regardless of the outcome of his day.

“Bonjour, mon coeur. You look beautiful, as always,” he murmured.

Smiling up at him, you stood on your tiptoes so you could press a small kiss to his lips in gratitude for his words.

“Bonjour, my love. How are you? Are you okay? Are you sore? You’re very tense,” the onslaught of questions spewed from your lips, unable to contain them as you began looking him over.

The soft grip on your cheek was all you needed to glance back up into his eyes. A faint smile still graced his face as he gently ran his thumb across your cheek. A smile still graced his face as he leaned down to press his lips against yours, prompting your own lips to curve upwards as he did so. 

“I’m fine, mon coeur. A little sore, nothing I haven’t dealt with before. I just have to deal with some media, and probably some more yelling, and then we can get out of here, yeah? I can book us reservations for somewhere, or we can just get room service back at the hotel? Whatever you want.”

“Lance… if you want to talk about the race, we can. You don’t have to be so nonchalant about it, I know you’re not happy,” you said.

Shrugging his shoulders at you, his only response was to lean down and brush his lips against yours again, the curve of them still so prominent. The softness, the gentleness, the simple adoration so evident in his every action with you.

His lips touched yours before moving on to the tip of your nose, your cheeks, the skin below your ear; a smile gracing his lips with every kiss.

“I’m not happy, but not much I can do about it. I’m not going to let it determine my time with you, though. Work stays at work, no need to bring it back to the hotel with us. So, reservations, or hotel dinner?”

Before you could answer, Lance continued.

“Dinner in the hotel sounds like a good idea, I think. Room service and some reality television sounds like a good time to me, maybe cuddle up a little and ignore the world. What do you think?”

Pressing your lips against his with a large grin, your only response was a squeeze of his bicep and a nod of your head. If he wanted to escape the world and hold you all night? Well, all you could do was say ‘yes’. 

just wanted to write something soft/loving so i hope y'all love this!!! thank you everyone for participating in my follower celebration and being lovely!!!

[ambitiouspotions]

ARE YOU SURE? | MICHAEL BERZATTO

the minutes are ticking down to the moment you and mikey will say “i do.”

author’s note: a quick blurb because being engaged for the second time after my first shitty marriage has me in my feels.

taglist: @allinourprivate-traps , @empathyroad , @lets-turn-and-burn , @stefpink

natalie was straightening your veil and your sister was pulling at the bust of your dress. your hands were shaking as you tried to stabilize yourself on the back of the chair that had your bridal robe hanging on it. you were sucking in a deep breath as one of your friends tightened the back of your dress just a bit more because you previously stated that you felt like you were slipping out of it.

“you look so hot,” your friend said nodding her head as she looked at you in the mirror.

“she really does,” your sister agreed.

“mikey is lucky, like really lucky,” natalie chimed in as your hands ran over the front of your wedding gown.

you tilted your head, wondering how all the lead-up to this very day was completed. it felt like a battle to coordinate every piece of this wedding, including the fun parts.

“hey, you gotta breathe,” natalie reminded you, which made you exhale immediately. the hotness that rushed to your head was diminishing. “mikey’s going to kill me if you die before the wedding.”

your tears were threatening to fall because all the final touches were completed. your hair had never felt heavier with the multitude of pins and hairspray that pinned each strand in the correct place. your makeup was set in all of its glimmering glory. you looked gorgeous, and there was no denying it.

“no, no crying,” your sister squeaked, pulling a handkerchief off the hotel vanity and stuffing it in your hand.

“you can't ruin your makeup,” your friend put her head gently on your shoulder, a smile riddling her face as she hugged your waist. “it’s almost unfair how good you look don't try and make us look better by crying.”

a gaggle of laughs erupted as you fanned your face. you were settled to a gentle sniffle while still clutching your handkerchief.

a soft knock caught everyone’s attention.

“that’s gotta be the photographer,” you mumbled as everyone pulled away from you.

“we’ll see you again soon, go get him.” natalie encouraged, squeezing your hand one last time as you exited the hotel suite.

you were waiting behind a corner of the venue, anxiously awaiting mikey to be there as well. the shutter of the camera only increased more as he came closer. you linked hands, holding back all of your emotions as you blindly intertwined your fingers.

“hey, baby cakes.”

your grip wasn’t loosening because mikey’s voice and touch were both relaxing you, yet also making your chest feel so heavy. you and mikey had run yourselves thin accommodating to family and overworking yourselves—today was finally the day—no more worrisome months of planning and preparation. this day was going to be perfect because all you had to do now was take a couple of photos and walk down the aisle.

“hey,” you replied shakily, leaning your head back against the wall of the venue.

“you ready?” he asked, softly. he was staring at his feet despite the wall separating you and your groom.

“mhm.” the small response could barely be uttered because of your nervous excitement.

as mikey dropped your hand to turn around, you rounded the corner fully.

“holy shit,” he cursed, hardly lasting a second before he was holding the bridge of his nose as large tears rolled down his cheeks. “y-you look so fuckin’ pretty.”

you were trying to occupy yourself by dabbing only the corners of your eyes. it took a moment for him to embrace you because of how stunned he was at your appearance. he knew to expect a pretty white dress, but didn’t expect how gorgeous you truly looked while wearing it.

“didn’t think i’d be crying,” mikey murmured into your hair while his fingers fixated on the tule of your veil. “i’m such a dumbass,” he croaked while pulling you closer to his chest. “b-but you look so fuckin’ beautiful. i-i never thought i would deserve this—you—never thought i would ever deserve you, and n-now i’m standin’ here—” mikey could finish his heartwarming ramblings because of how choked up he was, but you understood everything he was trying to say.

you were playing with his tie, straightening the knot, and feeling the fabric of his suit jacket between your fingers. it was unreal standing before him as his bride, knowing you would be reciting vows to each other in just a couple of hours. your bottom lip was quivering, as you took his hand tightly in yours.

“i wouldn't want to do this with anyone else,” you whispered, looking up to meet his teary brown eyes. he was wearing such a genuinely soft expression—one that said more than his words. “i couldn't imagine having anyone else.”

“i’m always gonna be yours, baby cakes,” mikey assured you while sniffling. he wiped his eyes on the back of his wrist and soothed the small of your back. “no matter what.”

even with the photographer snapping photos, it was one of the more intimate moments of the day so far. you and mikey, respectively, had been getting prepared for the evening and tried to keep as much distance as possible despite being in such close proximity. it was the most pleasant moment to enjoy together. you each had the opportunity to let out a large initial gush of emotions before presenting yourselves to the crowd of family and friends.

inside the venue after the first look, everyone had taken their seats all bunched together to watch the highly anticipated berzatto wedding. the bridal party had walked perfectly on time and they were now only waiting for you.

mikey was awaiting the moment you would walk down the aisle to join him. he had practiced keeping his hands still for weeks in preparation, knowing he could never stop the nervous drumming of his fingers against the back of his clasped hand. at least he had broken the habit of rocking on his heels. he was now wondering how many people were staring at the anxious habit he had with his hands. it was a full venue with the seats all stacked, surprisingly quiet for the amount of berzattos on one side of the room.

“you sure about this, man?” richie whispered, leaning over to his best friend.

mikey blinked, snapping out of the deafening trance. “huh?”

“y’sure? i can get you outta here if you need me to,” richie repeated, gently patting mikey’s back as his eyes studied the room.

“rich, stop,” carmen warned. he leaned forward to better see his brother. “‘s gonna be fine, mike.”

mikey cleared his throat. “i know.” he stopped his incessant finger drumming to straighten up again. “i’m not goin’ anywhere.”

“thought i’d offer one last time,” richie shrugged, looking around. “think she’s gonna show?”

“what the fuck kinda question is that? i saw her a’hour and a half ago,” mikey looked over his shoulder to see a snickering richie who couldn’t contain his laughter anymore. carmen began shushing him, as more eyes from the crowd began wandering to the groom’s side.

“i’m kidding, just tryin’ to make you loosen up some,” richie chuckled.

donna was in the front row furrowing her eyebrows together, looking at carmen to decipher what all the whispering was about between her sons.

“you're makin’ me wanna vomit,” mikey retorted shrugging his shoulders back again.

“shut up, you're makin’ ma wanna leave,” carmen snipped, then looked back towards donna motioning with his hand to settle her down. she was uneasily adjusting in her chair causing lee to fish gum out of his suit jacket to pass to her.

richie couldn't help himself with his relentless teasing. he had never seen mikey so nervous in his entire life and his poor friend looked like his false sense of confidence was wearing off. it was the first time he had actually seen his friend look so vulnerable—especially over a girl.

“it was a joke, carm,” richie rolled his eyes as he looked back at the youngest berzatto sibling.

“you don't say shit like that at wedding,” carmen grumbled.

“both of you fuckin’ stop,” mikey interrupted, peering over his shoulder to quiet down the two behind him.

“i get fuckin’ weird at funerals and weddings—sorry.” richie apologized.

“you're always fuckin’ weird.” carmen was determined to speak the last word of the conversation.

“don't be a jagoff at your brother’s wedding, you fuckin’ baby.”

“holy fuckin’ shit,” mikey ran his hands down his face. “she really fuckin’ loves me if she puts up with all of my bullshit and all of yours.”

at the same moment the groomsmen were jabbering, your father’s arm was looped around yours waiting for the door to open at the right cue. your chest was pounding. the wedding march could be heard through the thick wood of the doors and the wedding coordinator was counting the seconds.

“can you run in that dress?” he asked, earning a confused expression from you.

“what are you talking about?” you felt someone tugging at the edges of your gown for what seemed like the millionth time today.

“kid, i’ve got my keys in my pocket and i parked in a handicap spot for your grandmother we could book it right now.”

“dad, no,” you shook your head quickly, linking your arms together tighter. “i’m doing this.”

“had to ask one last time because i love you not because i don’t like him.”

upon the right cue of music, the doors began opening, and it was officially time to tie the knot.

[hotwritergf]

Soft touches. Eddie Munson x reader. Fluff. Blurb.

🍯 You had your face nestled into Eddie’s chest, the material of his shirt tucked up under your nose. Breathing in the smell of his cologne is sending you to sleep softly. His hands find your sides, rubbing his fingers up and down them so innocently. You can’t help but wriggle around under his touch, this wasn’t a conversation you wanted to have with your boyfriend. Sure he’d find out sooner or later but it was too embarrassing for you, once he does find out you’re sure he’ll be relentless with the information. Your ‘shameful’ secret was that you’re ticklish. Really ticklish.

You’ve seen Eddie attack his friends with the playful act before, watching on at the onslaught you were blushing the entire time, wanting the ground to swallow you up. You also knew that he was ticklish, Steve had wrestled him to the ground and squeezed at his hips plenty of times. Even signalling to you and saying ‘If he ever gets mouthy, just give him a squeeze.’ Eddie looked back at you and waved his finger as a warning, you’d never been brave enough to tickle him. Mainly because you knew he’d try it back.

You didn’t hate being tickled like everyone else seems to, but it made you shy. Something about it made you flustered, maybe the loss of control or the fact you were rendered to giggles and squeals. But deep down, it was because you knew you liked it.

Eddie notices you squirming under his touch, he pinches at your sides playfully. Experimenting with his new discovery, he drags his nails up and down your sides. Squeezing at your hips just like you’d seen happen to him before.

“Sensitive, sweetheart?” He coos down at you, trapping your arms under his knees so you can’t move. Eddie laughs along with you as he pokes up and down your ribcage. You erupt into laughter, twisting and wriggling from side to side as he continues his attack and you enjoy the moment of closeness with your boyfriend.

“Maybe.” You respond with a smile, lifting your head up to see him smirking down at you. With a gentle stroke to your hair he whispers, “I’m gonna getcha.” His voice teasing and soft, it’s playful. Innocent and carefree, something you crave during the constant stresses of life. It brings you out of the anxiety and into the moment. As much into the moment as you can be as you’re gasping for air through your laughter as he finds the soft spot on your neck.

You’re babbling, begging him to stop. “I’m barely touching you baby! You’re so ticklish.” He laughs along with you as teases as his nails softly scratch behind your ears. Looking down at you, Eddie notices the pink shade that’s flushed across your face, withdrawing both of his hands from your neck and replacing them onto the small of your back and kisses your head.

“Too cute. Can’t believe I haven’t done that sooner. This is valuable manipulation material!” His smile beams down at you, maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing he’d found your dirty little secret if you could see that smile each time you were tormented by him. 🍯

[daddydixonscrossbow]

It was a hot day, so you cut your jeans into shorts

“Aw fuck.” You huffed as you tossed the knife down onto the bunk. Beth peaks her head in, “You alright, y/n?” You look up her, “what? Oh.. yeah.” You slap your hand down onto the jeans in your lap as you look down, “I think I cut my jeans too short.”

You look back up at Beth, “Y’don’t happen to have a sewing kit on ya, do ya?” You laugh slightly as she shakes her head, a smile on her lips, “If I did, I’d help.”

“S’okay.” You stand up, “Wouldn’t have time to sew them anyway. Group’ll be back any minute. I gotta go on a run.”

She nods, turning to walk away and you kick off your sweated jeans before pulling the cut ones up your legs. Your eyes close as you feel the cooler breeze on your legs, it was instant relief. It was a little too much, but not being restrained felt so good.

Beth walks by again, stopping when she sees you, “Whoa.” She raises her brows, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in shorts before.”

“I can’t remember the last time I did wear shorts.” You laugh, turning to pack your jeans into your backpack, “Are they back yet?”

She nods, her eyes moving down to your knees.

“Girl, are you judging my hairy legs? It’s not easy to find a razor around here.” You fight back laughter as she shakes her head, “Hairy or not, you have nice legs. I’m sure Daryl’s eyes will pop out of his head when he sees you all daisy duke, lookin’.”

“Are they really that short?” You look down and she sighs, “Not at all, if you’re asking me, which.. you are.. I’d say they’re just the right length, not too short, not too long. Just right.”

“Well, that’s good.” You laugh, “Alright, I’ll be back. I’m going to check that old infirmary building to see if they have any left over medical supplies.”

You make your way outside and Michonne is the first to whistle, Maggie following.

“Look at that. She has legs.” Michonne jokes, “And nice ones at that.” She walks up to you, “Mm, mm. Who knew.” You jokingly push her away, “Bye.” She laughs as she walks away and you head the familiar rev of the motorcycle growing closer.

You turn around, watching as a smirk grows big on Daryl’s lips. You walk up to him, stopping as he stops his bike.

“Hell, girl. Look at them legs.” He leans over, eyes trailing up and down with a whistle, “What made y’do that?” You point, “The sun. It’s fuckin’ hot, Daryl.” You look over at Maggie and she nods, “Ready?”

Daryl looks from her to you, “Where ya goin’?”

You motion to the gate, “Just to the infirmary building.” He shakes his head, “Nah, m’comin’ with if y’dressed like that.”

He motions to the back of his bike, “Get on.”

Here’s a kiss for likin’ and rebloggin’💋

[multihaven]

we are the people — drew starkey

୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ inspired by ‘we are the people’ by empire of the sun

୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ bf!drew starkey x gf!reader, fluff, the kind of romance author is craving

it’s truly like a movie. it always is like this.

whenever drew as a couple days off from filming, he loves to take you down the pacific coast highway during the sunset. it’s your guys’s thing.

it was the first date he took you on. just driving for hours, taking turns choosing which songs played on the radio, stopping at a restaurant for a late dinner, and then driving once more only to stop on the side of the road and walk down to the beach to look at the stars. all while getting to know each other inside and out. you knew you were done for that night because you could literally feel your heart falling in love with him that same night.

and today’s no different. it’s one of your favorite things to do with him.

the sun is blaring pink and orange, middle of june, the windows are rolled down, sunglasses adorning both of your faces, and it’s serenity.

Love in the summer

Followed the sun till night

you turn your head away from the view of the sea, now looking at drew. and he’s already looking at you. you feel your face flush and look away from him quickly. he still gives you butterflies every time he looks at you, your stomach fluttering in adoration.

“what? is my hair that fucked from the wind?” you giggle, brushing your hands over your untamed hair.

he smiles and shakes his head gently. he turns his focus back to the road and the hand that’s on your thigh squeezes a bit before his thumb starts rubbing gentle circles into your skin.

he shrugs. “jus’ love you.” he looks so good like this. one hand on the wheel, completely relaxed. no work on his mind for the next few days. just himself and enjoying his time with you. not to mention your favorite pair of sunglasses of his resting on his nose. yeah, you’re fucked.

you giggle once again, pulling both of your feet up onto your seat, knees resting against your chest. he grabs your hand in his and brings it to his mouth, slobbering kisses all over your knuckles and the back of your hand. you’ve never felt so free or so loved in your life. you feel high. high on the feeling of happiness and love and adoration for the man sitting next to you.

“oh! our song!” you exclaim, turning the volume dial all the way up.

and immediately, the both of you break out into song, the chorus screaming in every inch of the car.

“i can’t do well when i think you’re gonna leave me, but i know i try!” you sing, dancing as best as you can in the passenger seat.

“are you gonna leave me now? can’t you be believing now?” drew echoes your words with his own, all smiles and funny hand gestures.

“i know everything about you,” you pause and look at drew, pointing your pointer finger at you and him — following the ‘i’ and ‘you’ parts — and pausing your singing.

“you know everything about me,” he mirrors you, one hand still on the wheel, but using his other hand to point at himself and you.

and both of you scream-sing the next line at the same time, breaking out into laughs and dancing, living in the moment of each other.

“we know everything about us.”

you love this man more than anything in the world, and he tells you the same. all the time. how much he loves and adores you, how much he values you and how much he appreciates and respects how you understand that his job is always fucking crazy and that sometimes he’s gone for three or four weeks at a time. he always puts you first no matter what and reassures you whenever you need or whenever he feels like it.

just a bittersweet remembering and enjoyment of what you two have that has not been lost yet. and you know damn well you both hope it stays found.

[angelltheninth]

Soft and Possessive Zhongli

Pairing: Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, fear of the passage of time, hurt/comfort, soft possessiveness, mention of Zhongli's real identity, touch-starved Zhongli, affection-starved Zhongli

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A/N: He's a dragon and they are famously possessive. But in his case it's cute, because he's cute.

He’d been a bit odd all day. You didn’t know why your husband was behaving this way, it wasn’t an anniversary, or any other special event in their relationship that should make him this nervous. “You seem out of sorts today. What’s bothering you?”

Zhongli’s ears adopted a light pink hue as he gulped and cupped your cheeks. He always held you like that. He always held you like you were the most precious treasure in the world. To him you were the one thing he will always cherish and protect until the end of your days and far beyond.

“I never thought I would feel this way… that I would find someone like you.” He whispered as much to you as he did to himself. His gloved hands caressed your cheeks lovingly, his thumbs brushing lower and parting your lips. “You make me so happy, my darling. Let me cherish you, worship you.” He was the God in this relationship, yet he saw it fit to bend to his girlfriend's every whim.

“You’re such a romantic at times, you know that?” You leaned in and pressed a slow kiss against his lips. Zhongli sighed against them, his hands intensifying the grip. “I’m not going anywhere. You know that. I’ll be here until you get sick of me.” You assured him over and over again. The passage of time was the only real thing he was scared of.

He closed the distance between your bodies, his arms falling against the small of your back and pulling her close. He cherished this closeness, any closeness really. For as powerful and proud he was as Rex Lapis he was also insanely touch-starved and starved for affection. Affection that wasn’t empty words, empty worship in hopes of getting money and riches.

“I’ve had many treasures in my life. You are the most precious. If I could somehow preserve you forever I would.” He whispered before kissing your forehead and inhaling the scent.

“That would sound so creepy if I didn’t know you better.” You looked up at him, grinning.

“But you know me the best. So it’s romantic. Right?” Zhongli grinned back. You chuckled and brushed his hair off his face, silently admiring how soft and silky it felt under your fingers.

“Very romantic. My possessive dragon.” Your lips met in a second kiss, a gentle overlap of lips, devotion and promises.

[classica-meretrix]

thinking about . . . ✧˚ · .

spencer reid x bau!reader

・❥・It tooks months for anything to come of your relationship, and even then it was by a few nudging hands. Spence is simply too sweet, too awkward, and far too clueless to make a move on you, and once he finally does, he's too worried to even think about officially asking you out yet

・❥・But by some miracle, you're here! And neither of you could be happier about it, it just took lots of his awkward—but all the more endearing—attempts at flirting

・❥・His workplace affections are mostly limited to the small things, like sharing a coffee in the morning (get used to a ton of sugar), offering to deliver files to each other, making sure to take lunch at the same time, etc.

・❥・Spencer (especially early seasons) isn't that prone to pda. I wouldn't say he's totally against it, but unless you initiate it, it's probably not gonna happen, and even then he'd only really go for small things

・❥・For a few reasons: One, Morgan teases him when he so much as takes a sip of your coffee, there's no way he's consciously going to give him fuel

・❥・And two, he's kinda an "all or nothing" lover. Spencer only really knows how to be passively sweet, or practically obsessed with you, covering you in hungry kisses, and the latter of the two isn't the most workplace friendly

・❥・But when you're alone, he'll always take the opportunity to touch you in any way he can, and most of the time it's the most wholesome thing you can imagine. He just adores holding you in a tight hug while you ramble about something you're interested in

・❥・Anytime you're on a case though, don't expect any "girlfriend treatment"

・❥・You two are just simply always busy. The only interaction you really have is when you're working, as that takes up practically all of your waking hours, and when you are together, you're surrounded by the team

・❥・The only time you have by yourselves on a case is when you're in the hotel room, and by that point you're both stumbling into the room, barely getting undressed before falling into bed

・❥・Besides maybe a muttered goodnight and loosely tangling yourselves together, neither of you have the energy for affections

・❥・But he does make sure to give you extra kisses in the morning and help you dress in any way he can

[lostalioth]

Could you make Sam, Dean, or Cas(one or all whatever you feel like but I love Sam🫶) with like an alternative/goth person? I can describe me as an example, real short with fluffy purple mid-length hair, tons of piercings and genderfluid(uses all pronouns), with a slim thick but still more of a slim thick/chubby/muscular with great humor like Deadpool as you loved animals and horror games. I love going to concerts and art, anything creative and going to college for marine biology/zoology!

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘩/𝘢𝘭𝘵!𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳

warnings: gender neutral!reader (or i did my best to), goth/alt!reader (if i failed at describing that im sorry as well), reader described to wear eyeliner/makeup and jewelry and piercings mentioned, short sweet fluff with sammy boy.

a/n: a couple things i did my best to write this as gender neutral as i could? i may have failed as i tpcially write x female reader but i tried and i didnt know exactly what you wanted me to write besides one of the supernatural boys with an alt/goth person so sorry its just a short headcannon :) also this is my frist time writing for any of the supernatural boys so im sorry if he is out of character.

Sam loves to do your eyeliner for you on the days when you just don't feel up to it, your full makeup look often takes you a minute to complete. Of course as with everything Sam gets very dedicated to it and so he only does it after he has perfected it, not wanting to ruin your look with imperfect liner. Meaning sometimes it may just take longer in the end than if you did it on your own. You could care less though because as Sam does it, he will have a very soft grasp on your face and or neck the whole time. Softly caressing your skin with his thumb mindlessly in focus. The small action always makes your heart swell.

Plus: after almost 2 weeks of begging and endlessly promising to never show or tell Dean, he lets you do your signature eyeliner look on him. He wouldn't let you do your full regular makeup look on him but you were happy he even agreed to the eyeliner.

“Babe I promise you're gonna look so cool once I'm done” you gush with a small smile on your face. You had a hold on his chin to force his head still. You were currently sat on his lap in your shared room at the bunker, Him being sat on your vanity chair.

“You're lucky i love you princess” he chuckled softly and rubs his hands over your thighs, giving them a small squeeze as continue working on your masterpiece.

Speaking of your shared bedroom in the bunker, with your and Sam's combined wardrobes there was a severe lack of color. The both of you favoring black and darker colors.

You require attention from San often even when he is on one of his research deepdives. So Sam doing whatever he can to keep his girl happy worked it out that he will do his researching on the couch. That way you can lay out next to him with your head in his lap. He often finds himself playing and fidgeting with your necklaces or ear piercings, facial piercings, etc.

You have a darker sense of humor that tends to come out at inopportune moments on hunts. It never fails to break tension however and get a small laugh out of both the brothers.

Sam isn't all that big on PDA but loves giving you small random shows of affection, his hand rubbing your shoulder, a small squeeze of your hip in passing. His favorite though being small kisses of appreciation, reassurance, etc. though after a small and not entirely compliant of him messing up your makeup when he'd kiss your face and how it took you a long time. He began turning the small kissing habit into kissing your hand, the top of your head, your shoulder, anywhere but your face when you had your full makeup look on.

When you’d tag along on hunts with the boys Sam bought you a small vial necklace that matched all your other jewelry for you to wear and fill with holy water. Just in case you needed it.

The brothers also found out the hard way that when you're fully dressed up in your gothic/alternative look on hunts the three of you are often turned away at churches. You learned to pack a more normal outfit to switch into if it's necessary to step foot in church. You also easily overheat with your all black clothing. Sam started always keeping the AC on in the impala, at least when he's in the driver's seat that is.

Sam finds himself tracing or kissing your anti-possession tattoo that you had gotten alongside them. You don't often go on hunts with them, Sam being far too worried and nervous about your well being. He's concerned you'll get hurt even not out on hunts so he was relieved when you agreed to get the tattoo when they did. He wants nothing more than for you to be safe and happy.

“I will always protect you baby you know that right?” Sam questions softly as his finger traces around your shared tattoo and any others you have.

“I know that sweet boy” you smile fondly at your boyfriend and snuggle closer in his arms.

→ a/n: PLEASE LEAVE ME FEEDBACK AND HOPE YOU ENJOYED BABES AND SORRY FOR ANY TYPOS THIS WASNT PROOF READ :)