#fluffity fluffy fluff

[puppysirie0-0]

Can I request an angst Aleksander Morozova fix where is wife just head there son and it was a really hard birth and all he can remember is her scream and cry while clutching his hand. She’s asleep and the baby wakes up, at first Aleksander is a bit apprehensive to hold him but doesn’t want his wife to wake up. So he hold the baby and when he sees that the baby has Y/n’s eyes he just falls in love. Sorry if this was long. Hopping you have a wonderful day ❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Husband!Aleksander Morozova x Wife!Reader

Warnings: There is none, it just a BIG OL' FLUFFY FLUFFY BEAR

When Aleks heard about the baby he was scared but also delighted. He knew exactly what NOT to do, but he didn't know what TO do. And not to mention the state of the world. It was no place to raise a child. But nontheless, he was elated to be starting a family with you, his wife.

Aleksander was by your side when your water broke. He stayed by your side as you were in labor. He watched you cry and scream. Listened as you yelled bloody murder for your child to come into the world. He wiped your tears and swiped the sweat off your forehead. Held your hand as you squeezed it so hard it felt it would fall off from the lack of circulation.

Once the baby was delivered he almost felt disappointment. His wife had been in pain and not only could he not help her but he was part of the cause.

You pass out after the baby was cleaned and fed. You held your daughter in your arms but Aleks was yet to. But the baby starts wailing right after you fell asleep and Aleksander knew he could at least help with this.

He walked over to the cradle and held out his hand. He was trying to muster the nerve to go up and lift the baby. You had already decided a name, Luna. He walked over and created shadows to amuse the child, but she just continued crying.

He picks her up, just like the nurses had. Dealing special attention to her head and trying his best to support her. He looks down at her as she stops crying. He had nothing but a loose tunic on, having abandoned his kefta and other layers while you were in labor. The baby is flush against he exposed chest as he holds her.

He continues to stare down at her before he notices her eyes. She had the same eyes as you, a light grey. He had poured pools upon pools of love into eyes just like those and this time was no different. As soon he saw the familiar eyes on Luna's cherub face, his heart had melted.

You woke up in the morning to see Aleks napping with Luna on his chest. Luna laid there in the silence of the early morning to see your husband. You admired the two, your two favorite beings in the same room as you. You were exhausted but you were happy. You were irrecoverably and irreversibly happy. No one would take this from you, No one at all.

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A/N

Thank you so much for the ask, I absolutely loved writing this! Have a great evening to anyone still awake, and amazing day to anyone getting up. Again, my inbox and messages are always open if you want to send in a request or just talk. Love y'all, mwah!

[mylittleredgirl]

the fluff fic fest is back!

i have a lot to atone for given how many thousands of words of angst i wrote last year leading up to a single fluffy scene, so i'm both taking another crack at it and spreading the word!

dreamwidth community with all the details: fluffityfluffexchange.dreamwidth.org

typical fic exchange requirements of 1000 word minimum fic or original art on unlined paper. they take a broad view of fluff, including angstifluff and smut tropes.

nominations are open now!! (a great part of this exchange is that nominations will continue to be open through sign-ups, but i learned last year it's good to seed the ground early so more people will use your pairings & tags...)

sign-ups: march 26-april 2

assignments due: may 26

works revealed: may 31

creators revealed: june 7

tagset for nominations: here!!

refer to the community for all instructions, but short version is: you can use / and & relationships, and instead of using the canon relationship tags, you add a (fandom or abbreviation) disambiguation at the end of each one -- e.g. fox mulder/dana scully (xf) or margaret houlihan & hawkeye pierce (mash tv).

additional tags: nominate specific or vague tropes you'd like to see! (e.g. "character a thinks something bad happened to character b but actually they were just picking up mcdonalds" or "hurt/comfort fluff")

edit: i am NOT the creator or mod of this event!! check out the dreamwidth for the mod info ☺️

[ch0co-ch1ps]

so.. I randomly thought of a Drabble since I legit have no readers so <;/3 yeah.

Just thinking about.. Dad!Kuroo who would spoil his two year old daughter with stuffed animals..

Dad!Kuroo who loves his daughter so much, when she was born. He cried nonstop at the hospital.. the water works keep comin’..

Dad!Kuroo who shares memories with his daughter, using a memory book? i legitimately do not have a clue what they’re called.. (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾ and a year book; both the parents.

[geralts-yenn]

Omg, I'm dying of fluff overload 🥺

“Oh, you have babies… can I see them?“ 

(Source)

[takamimami]

Supernova Captains | they catch you wearing someone else’s coat

Pairing: Kidd, Law, and Luffy x crewmate!reader (use of y/n)

the supernova captain trio will literally be the death of me, gunna start posting little drabbles of them to show my appreciation for them <3

CW: No smut (captains do steal some kisses), also Law's is slightly suggestive at the end, fluffity fluffy fluff, crackposting

🔞Slightly suggestive content so minors/ageless blogs, begone.

👒

The first thing Luffy does when he sees you strut onto the ship is laugh, pointing out how you look like you’re drowning in the coat as you walk toward him on the deck of the Sunny. 

“Y/N,” he giggles, hand reaching to his stomach as he leans forward, “You look ridiculous! Plus, Jaggy is going to kill you when he finds out you stole his coat!”

His contagious laughter has you letting out a light chuckle, and as you do you feel yourself step on the front of the coat, stumbling forward and struggling to get your hands out to brace yourself from the fall. You squeeze your eyes shut and prepare yourself for impact, but you feel a tug around your waist instead. Opening your eyes, you see Luffy’s arm extended toward you, keeping you from colliding with the wood below. He grins as your gaze meets his from across the deck, his rubber arm retracting and pulling you with it, right into his chest.

“Careful, Y/N,” he teases, placing a light kiss on the tip of your nose before realizing that your hair and clothes underneath the coat were soaking wet. “What happened?” he inquires, his face dropping a bit as he looks over you with concern.

“I’m fine,” you hush him reassuringly, though he doesn’t stop looking you over for injury. “Zoro and Killer were sparring on the pier, and I tried to get out of their way and failed,” you admitted sheepishly, choosing to leave out that it had been Killer who knocked you into the water. You didn’t want to risk tarnishing the alliance that had been formed with your crews after defeating Big Mom and Kaido, plus it had been Killer who practically forced Kid to hand over his jacket so you didn’t freeze to death from the chill of the night air.

“Those two should know better,” he chastises, the humor in his voice peaking through as he looks you over one more time. Furrowing his brow, he shrugs off his jacket and pulls Kid’s from your shoulders, quickly replacing it with his.

“There,” he says satisfied, “At least you won’t trip and fall anymore,” he says, leaning in to kiss your chilled cheek. “Have Sanji make us some soup and wait in the kitchen for me,” he commands, winking at you before turning to head towards the pier, determined to remind his allies not to mess with his crew members (especially you).

🐯

You had almost walked through the entirety of the flower capital before you found the onigiri shop your captain had raved about upon your arrival to Wano, determined to surprise him with one of his favorite meals one more time before you set off to your next destination. When you did find it, you also found some of the Straw Hat Pirates huddled around the stand, seemingly looking for the same thing you were.

You wave warmly to Nami and Robin as you approach, and order your food quickly before chatting with the crew to pass the time. It takes a while for your order to be finished, and before long the Straw Hats are saying their goodbyes, Zoro tossing Luffy over his shoulder due to him eating himself into a coma. You chuckle to yourself as you wave goodbye to your friends, and before long your name is called and your food is placed on the counter. You walk to the other side of the stand to grab the two heaping bundles when you notice a black coat on the ground, instantly recognizing it as Luffy’s. Not wanting to make it harder to carry your food, you throw the jacket over your shoulders and grab the bundles of food before heading back in the direction of the Polar Tang. 

Once you arrive, Bepo and the rest of the crew shout in excitement when you enter the submarine with the bundles of food in your hands, the aroma quickly filling the room with its delightful scent. You scan the room as the crew starts to dig in, curious as to what room your captain is off brooding in. 

Law walks into the room just as you turn to begin looking for him, his eyes falling over you briefly before lasering over to the food on the table. You can tell he’s holding back a smile as he steps closet you, eyes fixated on your shoulders, “Thank you for the food, Y/N-ya,” he says gruffly, dropping his chin down to bring his face closer to yours, “But, care to explain why you’re wearing that?”

You furrow your brow as you look down at your outfit, completely forgetting you had grabbed Luffy’s coat to return it to him. You explain what happened in town to Law and he drops his face in his hand, rubbing at his temples before raising his other tattooed hand into the air.

“Room,” his voice echoes through the ship and you flinch slightly, unsure of the reason for him activating his powers.

"Shambles-"

When you open your eyes Law has swapped Luffy’s coat for his own, the furry blue jacket smelling distinctly of him as you nestle yourself into it with a smirk on your face.

“Jealous, are we?” You tease, your grin growing wider as Law steps closer to you and wraps his arm around your waist.

“Territorial,” he growls in your ear, his scowl slowly shifting to match your smirk.

“Close enough.”

With another flick of his wrist, he whisks you away, needing to show you how just how territorial he can be.

🌷

You’re walking back to your ship after meeting with Robin and Law to discuss the Road Poneglyph they had found on Onigashima, nestling into the coat Law had kindly lent you due to the storm breaking out just before you left his ship. It was already late, and you walked up the gangplank and found a seemingly empty deck, signaling everyone had already retired for the evening. You head below deck and towards the ladies' quarters, your own exhaustion taking over as you collapse into your cot, still fully clothed as you nuzzle into the mattress and quickly drift off to sleep.

You wake the next morning fairly early, a few of the girls already up by the time you swing your legs over the side of your bed and stretch your body.

“Oooh, Y/N! Blue is so your color,” Quincy teases as she walks over to you, ruffling the coat that was still on your shoulders.  

“Shush,” you chastise her, giggling along with Hip and Hop as the rest of the ladies start shuffling from their beds. You stand and remove the jacket, feeling Quincy still eyeing you as you grab your things to head towards the shower. You bathe quickly and once you are out of the shower you head up onto the deck and into the kitchen for breakfast. 

Once inside you find Killer, Heat, and Kidd huddled over the kitchen table and shoveling food into their mouths. You greet them gently, which Heat and Killer return with a smile, but Kidd lets out a grunt before continuing to eat, his eyes not even looking in your direction. You shake it off since you’re used to your captain’s usual morning grumpiness, but when the attitude evolves into glares from across the deck and him going out of his way to avoid you, you start to get a little curious. 

“What’s your problem?” you finally ask him late into the afternoon, when you’re finally able to catch him alone in the cockpit.

He looks you up and down before scowling, turning his gaze to the maps on the table before he speaks, “Nothing is wrong with me,” he grumbles, to which you roll your eyes and walk to the other side of the table.

“You’re a bad liar, Kidd,” you probe, eyeing him intently until he meets your gaze, a hint of betrayal flashing on his face.

“I’m not a fan of my crew fraternizing with my enemies,” he glares, his amber eyes darkening as he looks at you.

You open your mouth to refute his accusation, but your words catch in your mouth as Kidd crashes his lips to you, his lips devouring yours as he grips your chin roughly. You are too flustered to respond as he pulls away from you slightly, his face still not even an inch away from yours.

“And I especially am not a fan of you in the color blue,” he growls, reconnecting your lips and biting down on your bottom lip harshly. When he pulls away again there is a deep blush on your cheeks, to which Kid smirks at proudly.

“See, Y/N, red looks so much better on you.”

i had to cut Kidd's off bc I could have kept writing for h o u r s. (just know he made you wear his coat around the ship for a MONTH after that :3) :3 lemme know what you think, and if you liked it, I would love it if you liked and reblogged to spread the love <3 ✨come say hai :3✨

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[mrs-harrington-reid]

Begin Again

Snow on the beach

" I can’t speak, afraid to jinx it. I can’t even dare to wish it but your eyes are flying saucers from another planet. Now I’m all for you like Janet can this be a real thing, can it?” - Taylor Swift

Pairing: Post Prison Spencer x Single Mom Reader

Summary: Spencer's therapist had encouraged him to get back into the dating scene to improve his mental wellness but after multiple failed blind dates Spencer feels that it is doing the exact opposite. That is until JJ and Garcia set him up with you.

Warnings: talking about traumatic dates, fluffity fluffy fluff, post prison spencer just being a little lover boy cutie pahtootie, lmk if I missed anything else!

Begin Again (Masterlist)

It wasn't that the girls Spencer went on blind dates with were horrible, they just weren't exactly the best. His first date was with a nice women that was in the same book club as Garcia. The date had gone wonderful until she asked if he had a chip in his neck so that the government could track him, and he would've laughed if she wasn't being completely serious. The next one was a girl who used to nanny Henry, that was all fun and games until her ex boyfriend showed up at the restaurant and she left Spencer with nothing but the bill.

Then there was the one who had too much wine and threw up all over him, the one who believed that the earth was flat and that the holocaust never happened, the one who just wanted a signed book from Rossi, and so on. He had been on at least ten failed dates within the spand of three months and to say he was over it would be an understatement.

"Oh come on Spence just give this one a try." JJ pleaded as they walked into the elevator with Garcia.

"I just don't see how this girl could possibly be any better than the last ten that you and Garcia set me up with."

"But she is!" Garcia exclaimed. "You see me and the all so lovely JJ realized the problem was that we hadn't picked a girl for you together as a team so that's exactly what we did and she will blow your little genius mind."

"fine." He huffed in defeat "but if this date ends horribly you have to promise to never set me up again."

Both the girls agreed to the deal so Garcia sent him your number as fast as she possibly could've.

All he could do was pray that they were right and that this date would turn out to be better than the last ones.

_

You adjusted your knitted sweater while you intensely examined yourself in the mirror. You wondered if you had put on too much makeup or if your tan knitted sweater with jeans and converse was too lazy for a first date.

"Can you stop fixing something every five seconds your seriously stressing me out." Your best friend Liv pleaded behind you while her head hung off the edge of your bed.

"I'm scared liv this is the first date I've been on in a long time and I don't want it to turn into a dumpster fire of a night." You sighed and brushed out the curls in your hair one more time.

"I think its going to be just fine from what you told me this guy is just as awkward as you are so maybe it's like a match made in dork heaven." She laughed.

"He seems super sweet I'm just scared he's going to run for the hills as soon as I tell him about Autumn."

“If he has a problem with the fact that you have a daughter he clearly isn't mature enough to handle a real relationship and needs to start acting his age."

Most men you tried to date either immediately ran or told you that they "weren't looking for anything serious right now" after you told them a out Autumn. You just prayed that Spencer would be the exception considering he was six years older than you and had experienced a little more life than you had.

The ping of a text message distracted you from your previous thoughts. "Okay liv, Spencer is going to be here in five minutes to pick me up. Theo is dropping Autumn off at seven and remember please she needs to be in bed by eight or else she gets grumpy in the morning and I'll be home at least by eight thirty." You rambled.

"don't you worry about Autumn she's going to have a great time with the world's greatest god mother. Also I already took the day off so go clean out your cobwebs tonight, I got this." You both let out a laugh at her last comment.

"I just feel so guilty leaving Autumn the day she comes home from her dad's. I promise I will be home by at least nine so maybe I can call in too and we can go get brunch in the morning?" You suggested fixing your earrings; finally feeling less anxious about how this would all play out.

Before liv could answer you the doorbell rang signaling you that either Spencer was waiting or Theo had been there early to drop Autumn off. Your heart rate picked up as you grabbed your purse and walked to the front door and slowly turned the knob.

"Hi you must be Y/N" Spencer smiled when you opened the door. You hadn't expected him to walk all the way up to your door and knock. Most of the guys you'd gone out with were the drive by and honk type, especially Autumns father Theo when you were dating.

"Yes I am and you must be the famous Dr. Spencer Reid I've heard so much about." You beamed as you walked out and shut your door behind you as soon as you heard liv open her mouth.

"Only good things I hope?"

"I think we both know JJ and Penelope would never dare to say anything bad about you." You said as you both approached his car, blushing when he opened the car door for you.

You were sort of confused at the fact that he insisted on picking you up. You could’ve sworn that you remembered JJ saying something about how he hated driving.

The drive was mostly silent and sort of awkward on your way to the unknown restaurant that Penelope had insisted he take you to after you told her that you enjoyed pasta, she had made your guys' reservation and everything. And when you arrived he opened your door for you once again. Even after being told almost every detail about the man standing before you still felt extremely nervous to make conversation.

"So JJ tells me that your a teacher." He attempts to make small talk.

"I am. I teach kindergarten, honestly I wanted to be an English Lit professor but you kinda of have to wait for one of those guys to die before the position is opened." You winced at your own shitty joke. You and Liv had always joked about how college professors looked like they were decomposing but Spencer didn't know that. And now that you’re thinking about it you remember Penelope telling you that Spencer was a professor when he wasn't with the BAU.

He let out at small laugh and you were absolutely flabbergasted. He got your joke? And he laughed? You were starting to wonder if this was just a laugh at all her jokes type of flirt tactic. But then again JJ had told you that he was sort of oblivious and bad at flirting.

"That's so true. You know the average age of college professors in the United States is 42 but there are significantly more faculty that reported their age at 55 and above so technically there's a lot more old professors in the USA than young professors." He rambled.

"I didn't know that." You smiled. He did understand your joke.

When you arrived at the front door of the restaurant you were met with a sign that said "CLOSED" in bold letters. You swear you could've cried you were only twenty minutes into the date and it had been so wonderful until this.

"oh...well if you wanted we could find a food truck and eat in my car? But only if you want to." He suggested, anxiously waiting for your response. You noticed him fidgeting with his fingers and you immediately interpreted that he was outside his comfort zone asking you to stay but he was still trying nonetheless.

"This isn't your master plan to drive to some viewpoint and get me in your back seat is it?" you smiled trying to ease his anxiety.

"I promise" he held his hands up.

You both walked back to his car unable to stop smiling. He was glad that you already weren't like the other girls he had gone on dates with. And you were happy that he wasn't as douche like the other guys you had been on dates with but you also still needed to tell him about autumn before you fully came to any conclusion about his character.

"Spencer before we continue this date I have something I need to tell you." You stopped walking and looked at him and he had fully set into a panic. This is it. This is when you would turn out to be just as insane as the other ones. He braced himself for your next words. "I have a one year daughter. I needed to tell you before I got too attached and you decided to run. I told JJ and Penelope not to tell you so that I could see how you reacted."

He exhaled a breath he didn't even know he was holding in. "That's a relief."

You quirked your brow at him. "So you don't care that I have a daughter at home?"

"Not at all" he reassured you "I actually quite like kids. I've never had any of my own but I have my two godsons and they're wonderful." You smiled at him. How could he have been so damn perfect.

You continued walking and he opened the door for you once again when you reached his car. And once you were both in the small talk started up again. "So I assume you know how I know JJ and Garcia but how did you meet them." He was still astounded at the fact that they both knew someone this perfect and didn't set you up with him sooner.

"I used to be Henry's teacher and then when my I had my daughter me and JJ were in a mom group together and we became friends. And then I met Penelope when JJ invited me out one night and I've been friends with the both of them ever since." You responded. "And I'm guessing your Henry's godfather that he dressed up as for Halloween when I had him as a student?"

"How did you know? That was such a long time ago I'm surprised you even remember that." He smiled at the fond memory.

"Because it was probably the cutest little costume I had ever seen and extremely creative might I add. My daughter was a pumpkin for her first Halloween and Henry beat her in cuteness by a long shot." You gushed. "But don't ever tell her I said that."

"Can you tell me about her? Your daughter." Spencer asked. You felt like you needed to pinch your arm to see if this was real.

"Her name is Autumn. I named her that because she was born in October and my favorite poem is Autumn by Alice Clary. She has so much personality for a one year old and she’s just so beautiful and amazing. I never saw myself being a mom but now that I am I couldn’t imagine anything else." He admired the way your eyes sparkled and your voiced softened when you talked about her. It was so incredible how in love you were with being a mother. He parked the car and you both walked out and towards the first food truck that you had passed neither of you cared what kind of food it was considering you were absolutely starving.

Within the next couple of hours you had both ordered your food and we're currently eating it as you spoke on the hood of Spencer's car. He has his head thrown back laughing as you told a story about one of your lousy dates that you had been on in the past.

"So I really thought I got stood up and I was ready to leave until this guy shows up and explained to me that he had to have his mom drop him off because he missed the bus. And then he continues to tell me all about how he still lived in her basement and was unemployed." You laughed.

"What did you tell him."

"I pretended that Autumns dad called me and told me that she was sick and I had to leave immediately." You responded "and then he asked me if I could take him back to his mom's house on my way. I ended up taking him home and paying for my own dinner."

"I can do you one better." Spencer laughed "One time JJ set me up with this woman from your mom group named Amy and she seemed okay until she started drinking and in the middle of me telling her what I do for a living she threw up all over me in the middle of the restaurant. I had to carry her out because she could barely walk and I swear my car smelled like puke for a week."

"why would JJ even set you up with her" you wheezed "we literally call her alcoholic Amy. She always has a flask in her son’s diaper bag it’s absurd.” You giggled.

Spencer sat there admiring your beauty as you laughed. Something about you made him feel so comfortable. In the short time you'd known each other you made him feel so comfortable that he didn't need to hide behind all his knowledge. Comfortable enough that he could just be a carefree and casual version of himself that he barely even knew existed. He felt bold and confident in your presence and it made him so truly happy.

Your phone starting to ring. You picked it up extremely fast, scared that it was Liv wanting to face time to tell you that something was wrong with Autumn. But Penelope's name and face was the only thing that covered your screen.

"Oh look who it is." You giggled and flashed your phone at Spencer before you answered. "Hey pen, what's up?"

"So I was calling to ask how the date went but then I realized that I had gotten the confirmation for your guys' reservation at six this morning and I thought it was weird but sei la vie you know?" You and Spencer smiled at her rambling "But then I looked at the website and these people are open at six in the freaking morning! So turns out I made your reservation for seven thirty am not seven thirty pm cause they're closed at five which is completely bonkers if you ask me." She took a second to finally breathe "so I am so sorry if your date got ruined. Ugh and you were the first good one we set him up with too but I'll fix it no worries my love."

"Pen I'm gonna say your hours too late on this call but your all good we found something else to do so no worries." You laughed and turned your screen so that Penelope could see Spencer sitting next to you.

"Oh look at that you guys are still out. I would like to end this call with a quick" she cleared her throat preparing for her next words "I win Spencer, I told you she was a good one! ha!" After those last words she hung up.

"oh my goodness I didn't even realize what time it was" you gasped when you looked at the time on your phone and saw that It was almost midnight. "I'm so sorry I kept you out this late."

"No really your okay. I'd be lying if I didn't already see the time a while ago, I just didn't want this to end so fast." He admitted and it made you heart absolutely melt.

"If I didn't have autumn waiting at home for me I would totally stay for longer but I really should get going." You sighed.

He nodded and took your guys' garbage to throw away before he opened the passenger door for you to hop in. After he got back into the car and put his seat belt on he felt the need to ask you about your previous marriage. Something intrigued him about the fact that you had gotten divorced for what he considered to be at a young age.

“So I know this is sort of first date taboo but um, why did you get divorced? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to I was just kind of curious because I just feel like twenty eight is a young age to get divorced.”

“Oh no I really don’t mind talking about it.” You reassured him. “Me and Theo met in high school. Honestly it was one of those cliche high school sweethearts type of things. I was a cheerleader; he was the captain of the basketball team and our parents were friends so we just thought why not? It seemed right at the time but after I got pregnant with autumn everything changed so I filled for divorce before she was born.” “you know it’s actually proven that children who never experience their parents unhappy relationships actually live a much happier and healthier life than those who experience their parents divorce.” He tried to make you feel better about your failed marriage in his own special way.

“I hope that’s the case with Autumn” you sighed.

“I’m sure it will be. I know we haven’t known each other for very long but you seem like a really good mom.” He smiled as you pulled into your driveway. Neither of you were ready for the night to end but you knew it had to eventually.

“I’ll walk you to your door” he cleared his throat before exiting his car. He opened the door and you both silently walked to the front door but as you went to turn the knob Spencer stopped you. “I’m going to ask you a question and you can feel free to tell me no but it’s going to drive me crazy if I don’t ask. Can I kiss you?”

“yeah” you let out softly. He placed his hand on your cheek and slowly leaned down until your lips met. You moved your arms to rest on his shoulders while he moved his other hand to your waist. Something as simple as a kiss had never felt so perfect to you.

That was until Liv opened the door and cleared her throat in an incredibly overdramatic manner. “Hi I’m Olivia, Y/N’s roommate.” You and Spencer pulled away from each other, cheeks flushed and chests heaving.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Spencer” Olivia waited for a handshake that was never going to happen.

“He has a thing with germs”, “I have a thing with germs” you both stated at the exact same time.

“Anyway I should get inside now I had a fun night with you Spencer, feel free to text me anytime.” You smiled at each other with a silent understanding before he walked away.

you walked past liv to get inside. “So coming home after curfew young lady. Tsk. tsk. Did you get lucky?” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“no he was a perfect gentleman and we just got lost in conversation.” You beamed.

“I imagine it was hard to have a conversation with his tongue down your throat!”

“that was the only time we kissed tonight! I really like him liv something about this guy just feels so different. It feels like I was meant to meet him you know.” Liv let out a small laugh but you were completely serious. You knew Spencer Reid was about to change your life you just didn’t know how yet.

“oh my goodness and what was that germ thing about. I mean the man wouldn’t shake my hand but he would swap saliva with you?”

“you know it’s actually more cleanly to kiss than shake hands.”

liv just shook her head “you two really were made for each other. I’m going to bed now but I will be ready for brunch in the morning.” She said before she walked to her room. You threw yourself on your couch and you couldn’t help but kick your feet at just how happy you were and little did you know Spencer was just as giddy as he walked into his apartment.

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A/N: sorry this took my so long to get this out I’m revamping my fics rn so hopefully I’ll be posting more soon! I hope you enjoyed this and heads up I have not proofread so I’m sorry for any mistakes you come across. I appreciate feedback and I hope y’all have a wonderful day and lmk if you would like to be added in the taglist💕

also if any of y’all are into the Harry Potter universe please feel free to check out my other fic im working on called: The Alchemy

Taglist: @witchsbitchestime @sonicthehedgedoggo @feyresqueen @donttrustlove @alcoholandcakes @person-005 @ilwsma @mega-kittyglitter-1 @creative-heart @chicken-fifi

[allgoodnamesrgoneee]

Mbappe x reader where haaland tries hitting on reader and mbappe gets jelly ?? Fluffy and sweet 😇😇😇

Jealousy, Jealousy

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — The one where Kylian gets jealous.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Kylian Mbappé x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 1.5k

Warnings! Fluffity FLUFF, tiny bit of angst (just a smidge), Swearing (barely), Love bomb.

Kylian doesn't get jealous.

At least that's what he's telling himself as he stands by the snack table watching Erling Haaland flirt with you.

He knew he had no right to be. After all, it wasn't your fault that he wasn't man enough to ask you out. But that didn't stop the green-eyed monster from possessing him.

It should be him.

Him making you laugh, whispering in your ear, holding your hand. If only he had the courage to talk to you. But how could he? You were so out of his league.

You look beautiful, wearing a green dress, the silk hugging your curves in all the right places. Your skin glows radiantly under the soft glow of the chandelier, accentuating your beauty. The emerald shade of the dress compliments your eyes, making them shine even brighter, even from all the way he's standing.

You're beautiful.

His grip tightens around his wine glass as he watches you tip your head back in laughter at something he says. His eye nearly twitches when he sees Haaland place his palm on your shoulder, almost caressing you. It should be him.

And it will be.

Taking one last swing of his champagne, he clears his throat and marches over.

"So, what are you doing after this."He overhears Haaland ask once he's close enough.

"Um..."

"Y/N." His breath hitches as you turn around, your usual smile lighting up your face, melting his heart. He swears he almost faints when you reply to him in that soft, sweet voice of yours, the sound sending shivers down his spine.

"Hey, Kylian."

He has to take a moment to compose himself, subtly wiping his moist palms on the pants of his suit. "Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?" From the corner of his eye, he sees Haaland stiffen at him being here, clearly threatened by his presence. And the thought brings a small satisfying smirk to his face.

"Yeah, sure. Um, Erl, can you excuse me for a second." He hates the way you have a nickname for him. But his heart flutters at how polite you are.

You were by far the kindest most gentle person he had ever met in his life. Even on your worst day, you still managed to show kindness and compassion towards people. The good and the bad. It's why he fell and continues to fall in love with you every day.

Now, if only he could say that out loud.

I will. He thinks to himself, determined.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about." You ask once you guys are away from the crowd, tucked in a little corner beside the chocolate truffles. He watches with amusement as you grab one and stuff it into your mouth. Completely unapologetic.

Another thing he loved about you. You're never afraid to be yourself, but not in a weird way. In a way that makes people comfortable around you.

He remembers the day he first met you. At this children's charity football match that you were helping organize. His manager had asked him to surprise the kids after many of them expressed their wish to meet him. And he had agreed.

Little did he know.

He was dribbling the ball, showing off a bit for the kids, when he spotted you across the field. You were there, cheering like crazy, smile shining brighter than any stadium light he had ever seen. You were a sweaty mess, hair tangled and sticking to your forehead, surrounded by kids. But you didn't seem to care.

And for a moment he felt like the universe paused.

It's been two years since then, but his heart still skips a beat every time he sees you, thinks about you. You're like a drug that he can't get enough of. Getting high every time he takes a hit.

Now you guys are friends, have been since that day. But he wants more. More of you.

He knows that risking the friendship you have built is risky, but he can't ignore this anymore. No matter what happens, he's glad he's had you in his life.

Besides, the worst you can say is no. Right?

With a deep breath, he musters all the strength in his body, feeling like his knees are about to give out from under him. "Y/N," He starts his voice shaking slightly, "I've been thinking..." The rest of the sentence dies in his throat as he looks into your eyes.

Fuck.

Just say it, Kylian.

Your curiosity grows as you wait for him to continue. The bright light of the chandeliers above seems to dim around you, leaving just the two of you in a cocoon of his vulnerability.

You furrow your brow when you notice his hands visibly shaking, now a bit concerned by his serious tone and nervous behavior. "Kylian, what's going on? You're starting to worry me."

The way you're looking at him takes his breath away, so much warmth in your eyes and something else, and he can't stop himself from blurting it out.

"I love you."

Time stops. You blink, processing his words, as the words hang heavy. Kylian's heart pounds in his chest as he waits for your response, palms clammy with fear. The silence stretches on, leaving him feeling insecure and exposed.

The vulnerability in his eyes tugs at your heartstrings. And you put him out of his misery.

Without saying a word, you lean in and kiss him. It's slow and passionate, a culmination of all the emotions that have been building between you. You taste of chocolate and champagne , a sweet intoxicating combination that leaves him craving for more.

So he takes. Deepening the kiss, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. The world around you fades away as you both lose yourself in the moment, savoring every sensation.

The kiss speaks volumes, confirming what words alone cannot express—your love for him too.

It lasts for a minute but feels like an eternity, as if time has stopped just for the two of you. When you finally pull away, you both are left breathless, your hearts pounding in sync.

The intensity of it all lingers in the air, crushing you under the weight of your newfound bond.

It's a feeling neither of you want to forget.

"I love you too." You whisper softly, your voice barely audible amidst the background chatter

Kylian is speechless as he looks into your eyes, his crinkling with how wide he's smiling. Then he's kissing you again, this time with more fervor. And you lose yourself in him, the taste of him, the feel of him.

Him.

Your back hits the wall and you snap back to reality, realizing where you are. The last thing you wanted was for this private moment between you to become front-page news tomorrow.

You're hidden by the large curtains that surround the secluded corner of the room, but you don't want to risk someone seeing you.

"Kylian," you mumble breathlessly, breaking away from the kiss. But he won't let you, going back for more. You almost melt into it but the sound of footsteps approaching causes a surge of panic to rush through your veins. And you push him away.

Kylian looks at you with confusion and concern, a bit hurt, but when Erling Haaland rounds the corner, he quickly understands.

"Y/N! Y/N. There you are. Where did Kylian g-?" Erling's voice trails off as he takes in the scene before him. Your lipstick is smudged and your hair is disheveled, and Kylian stands a few steps away from you with red-stained lips.

Kylian steps forward, a smug expression on his face as he stares at Erling. Erling's eyes flicker between the two of you, his confusion turning into a smirk. "Well, well, well," he says teasingly. "Looks like you've finally done it."

Kylian's slight smirk turns into a frown and he crosses his arms defensively. "Done what?" he asks, his tone defensive. Erling chuckles and nods towards you. "Ms, girl over there has been crushing on you forever," he replies, a playful glint in his eyes as his eyes fall on your cowering form. "Erling, I love him but I don't know how to tell him." He does an exaggerated high-pitched imitation of your voice and your face flushes with embarrassment as you avoid making eye contact with Kylian.

"Stop." You reach over and playfully swat Erling's arm, trying to hide your embarrassment with a smile. Kylian watches the whole interaction with a smile. Kylian's smile widens, and he takes a step closer to you. "You love me." He singsongs, placing a soft peck on your lips.

Erling gags beside you causing you both to giggle.

Kylian shouldn't get jealous. Because you were his all along.

-Bianca🌻

[whiskeyswriting]

CUDDLES WITH ICE ARE SO FLUFFY AND CUTE AND AND AND!!!!!

Thomas Matthew Iceman Kazansky the eleventh! Turn off that computer and take a nap. You deserve it you cute pretty man!!!

Little reward

Iceman x Reader

He works hard, so he deserves a little reward. You just want your husband to know he's appreciated every single day.

A lil something for @ladylanera in this fic 😘

♡♡♡

A lot of people rely on Ice for a lot of things. In the Navy and outside of it too. He works hard and receives a lot of respect. Keeping Maverick where he is needed is just one of his jobs, and he has to make a lot of calls for him sometimes.

Ice was always doing something.

Naturally, you want do something good for your hardworking husband. He deserves time for himself. No phone calls, no paperwork, no organising anything. No Maverick for a while.

You knock on the door to his office. There is a slight pause before you hear his voice. Pushing the door open, you enter.

Tom is typing something up on his computer. He has his back to you as you enter the room. Sighing softly, you make your way over to him.

You come to a stop beside his chair and hope that he will look up at you. He does not. He types away, seemingly tense with whatever it is he is responding to. Hating seeing your husband so worked up, you place the treat you brought to him on his desk and place your hands on his shoulders. He eases up almost immediately.

"Finish that email and then turn your computer off."

Tom's fingers hover over the keyboard.

"I can't," he whispers.

You dig your fingers into his shoulders and squeeze slightly. You lean down a little and press a kiss to the top of his head.

"Please."

Tom closes his eyes as he leans his back, eager for the feel of you. He wished he didn't have so much to do. He wants to spend his time with you, but duty calls. It calls far too often these days.

"Can't I have my husband for myself for an hour at least?"

Ice sighs.

He could spare an hour. Surely.

His fingers continue their typing and you watch as he sends the email. With the click of a button he shuts his monitor off and then turns his chair. He halts when he sees what you left on the desk.

"Strawberries?"

You smile and look at the little dish of strawberries you brought him.

"You do still like them, don't you?"

Tom smiles.

"Yes."

He reaches out and takes one from the top. You chuckle as you watch him bite into it and eat it. He smiles up at you.

"Lovely."

You chuckle and reach for his hand. Tom stands from his chair and let's you guide him, bringing the rest of the strawberries with him in his free hand.

You take him to the bedroom. Tom looks at the bed and then at you.

"We're a bit old for fooling around, don't you think?" He says, smiling at you.

You laugh.

"Don't be silly! I want to cuddle with you. You deserve a break and some relaxation. Come on," you let go of his hand to climb onto the bed.

Tom watches you get comfortable and chuckles softly. Placing the strawberries on the table on his side, he gets onto the bed with you and lies back. You shuffle closer and he lifts his arm, letting you get cosy. You rest your head on his chest and wrap your arm around him. His head rests lightly against yours as you both get comfortable.

"You work so hard and don't take much time for yourself."

He remains quiet.

"I miss my husband sometimes."

Tom closes his eyes as he gives you a gentle squeeze. He misses you too, but when duty calls he has to answer.

"I know," he whispers.

You look up at him and see the expression on his face. Softly, you press your lips to his cheek and he opens his eyes, gazing at you with so much love and adoration.

"It's nice to just have a moment to sit back and relax. To cuddle and just hold one another," you remind him.

Back in the early days of your relationship, there was a lot of cuddling and kissing. Tom often had an arm around you wherever you both went. A reassurance that you were there and you were his.

"I miss it," he whispers.

"Then let's make sure it never stops," you tell him. He nods his head softly. "Now, do you want to take a break and rest quietly, or shall I read to you?"

Ice smiles.

"Read to me, darling."

You smile softly as you reach for the book on his nightstand. You get into a comfortable reading position where you're still close to him and still touching him. Tom closes his eyes as be listens to your voice.

He had almost forgotten what it was like to rest and take it easy.

But it's okay. He has you to remind him. Tom Kazansky would be lost without you.

[ashlynlovestlou]

Hi lynnie :))

I wanted to ask if u could write about reader with pots syndrome and abby just being so soft and understanding and helping reader out when she passes out and its just a bunch of fluff and comfort??

(Totally not self reflecting)

Thank you!!

i've been really really excited to answer this one but i had to do a little bit of research because i'm not super great with disorders and such, so im sorry for the delay! but here it is, i hope you enjoy.

content warnings: fainting , comfort! abby , fluffy fluff fluff fluffity fluff

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⋆｡°✩ early into the relationship, you had warned abby about your condition and told her not to freak out when you fainted

⋆｡°✩ of course she freaked out the first time you passed out and she was so close to calling 911 until you woke up a few minutes later and told her everything was okay

⋆｡°✩ later into the relationship, it became a natural instinct for her to catch you when you felt like passing out. like if your head just starts falling she would catch it within seconds (inspo from this video)

⋆｡°✩ she would carry little salt packets in her pockets, center console of her car, and keep some in the drawer of her nightstand for when you get all shaky and stuff :')

⋆｡°✩ every time you would get up too fast and your vision starts to tunnel she would push you to sit back down, talking you through it to try to keep you conscious

⋆｡°✩ in the occasions where you pass out for a bit longer than usual, she would be sooo quick to get some ice to put on the back of your neck, checking your pulse repeatedly and waiting for you to wake up

⋆｡°✩ would most definitely shower with you or at least stay close to you when you shower because she'd be worried you would fall and hit your head

⋆｡°✩ abby would be mindful of foods that trigger your fainting and would go as far as to change her own diet and not buy certain foods.

⋆｡°✩ she would tend to your bruises every time you would fall and hurt yourself from passing out, kissing them gently and apologizing profusely for not catching you even tho it's not her fault

⋆｡°✩ over all, i feel like she would be super duper worrisome and would be scared to leave you alone most times.

[wol-fica]

-𝕊𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕪 [𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥]-

summary - due to being overworked, you pass out in the quad while writing an essay late at night; fortunately, wednesday comes to help you. wednesday and reader are alr dating.

warning - fluffity fluffy fluff for days :333

an - this was a request from a dm but the message was deleted for some reason. if this is your request, please enjoy!!

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It was a late night for Wednesday, almost 10:30 by the time she finished chapter twelve of her novel. She sat up in her chair, cracking her back and stretching her arms as she stood to prepare for bed.

Slowly she moved around her room, putting the progress of her work away whilst pulling out clothes for bed. Once she was organized and changed for bed, she headed to the balcony to get some fresh air before sleeping.

She leaned against the balcony, staring lazily out into the night sky. The peaceful hum of Nevermore filled her ears as she basked in the silence. But suddenly, the sound of a loud thump echoed from the quad down below.

“Who could be up at this hour?” Wednesday muttered, heading out of her room and down to the first floor.

-pov switch-

You groaned and rested your forehead against the cold wood of the picnic table.

You had been working nonstop on a stupid cyber-hack essay but just couldn’t seem to finish it. Your teacher assigned it to you and said he wanted it done by Monday; right now it is Sunday night.

“Y/N?” 

You heard someone call your name softly, but being too tired to respond, you kept your head down. Footsteps padded on the grassy ground and stopped by where you were. Suddenly, you felt a warm hand slide up and down your back. Your hair was moved away from your neck and soft lips gently pressed against your skin.

“Cmon, let’s get you to bed.” Wednesday mumbled, pulling you out of the chair.

You wanted to protest but all that came out was a yawn and a whine. Wednesday chuckled and helped you stand up, holding you close to her side. You leaned your head on her shoulder and sighed, inhaling her distinctive scent. 

Eventually you made it to your room, where Wednesday opened your door and helped you inside. She set down your bag and led you over to your bed, letting you sit while she went to grab pajamas for you.

“Here.” She said, handing you the clothes before she turned around so you could change.

You did, sliding out of your uniform and pulling the oversized band shirt on with a pair of black basketball shorts. After throwing your uniform in your hamper, you made your way back to your bed where Wednesday was sitting waiting for you.

She carefully laid down on your bed and lifted the blanket up for you. She pulled you into her arms and caressed your cheek, letting your head rest against her chest. You snuggled into her, hugging her tightly as she ran her fingers through your hair.

“Mmmm, thanks f’ takin’ me to bed.” You mumbled into her shirt.

“You are welcome, you need sleep anyways. Your essay will be better if you actually rest.” She replied, kissing your forehead lovingly.

Moments like these, stored away behind closed doors, is where you can be as comfortable as ever. Wednesday appreciates nights where you two are together; she has the freedom to show her love for you and much she cares.

She can be such a softy for you, and you loved that.

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[geralts-yenn]

I . LOVE. IT.

Seriously, these guys are all living rent free in my mind and I couldn't be happier about it.

For a hot minute I thought August would propose. But this is better, he is so thoughtful. I really like the idea of an romantic baby August.

Mike is so cute. I thought, hu? Conditioner? But yes, this so wholesome, he wants her to be with him and makes her feel home 🥺 I'd be melting

My favourite baby 🥺🥺🥺

And Geralt is romantic, too? My heart is bursting. "God, I hope so" is the most beautiful thing he could have said. Solveig, I know, he is a beast of a man, but damn, this is the stuff that will destroy you. I would cry like a baby if my man would say anything like that to me.

Sherlock and Elena being the ND dorks they are, hits close to home for me for sure. Sherlock baby, you can be pragmatic and romantic at the same time. No need to be so insecure. Thank god Elena knows how to teach you ❤️

And last but definitely not least. Marshall. This was interesting. Very. So is he that enthusiastic because he is going to have a great day with his 'little sister'? Is he faking enthusiasm? Of course not, stupid Lexi. He can't wait to be with you again. He is smitten 😍🥺

I want to see more of them soon, I'm such a sucker for friends to lovers stories...

Lots of love for you @raccoon-eyed-rebel this is pure happiness ❤️❤️❤️

Part 13 - Underneath the tree

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Part 12 -- Part 14

Pairing: Mike x ofc // Geralt x ofc // Marshal x ofc // Sherlock x ofc // August x ofc

Summary: It's time to open some presents!

Warnings: Tooth rottingly sweet fluff, if I do say so myself...

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: I've been wanting to upload this for a while now (but I hadn't finished Part 12 yet, and that had to come first), because I personally think it's an adorable little fluff chapter. I was going to wait a few days, but genuinely, @geralts-yenn & @deandoesthingstome, this one's for you guys. Thank you for reading 🥺❤️

“Oh, here!” Shit, you thought, he got you a gift? You felt your heart rate shoot up as he held a present out to you. It was not wrapped neatly - it was wrapped Mike-ily, which meant the paper barely held on as he handed you whatever it was that he was handing you. 

“Eh… I didn-”

“It’s not a gift, really, just…” He made a dismissive gesture as if to say ‘it’s nothing’. You tore the paper away, as you’d gotten curious to find out what he’d come up with. 

“Is this why Ari asked me what conditioner I use?” You laughed as you looked at the bottle you were holding. “Or did you guess? Because that would be impressive!”

“Now I want to say I guessed…” Mike replied with a cheeky grin. “If guessing is impressive, what is asking?”

“Very, very sweet, Mikey,” you said as you put the bottle down and wrapped your arms around Mike’s neck. You meant it. Him remembering the one time you complained that an eight-guy household didn’t stock any conditioner, and then going through the trouble of asking your friends to find out which one you actually used? It was dorky, sweet, thoughtful, practical and charming…  

“I think it’s a very thoughtful gift,” you said before leaning in to kiss him. He hummed and smiled against your lips when they touched his. “And I think this is very sweet of you.” The next kiss went to his neck. “And I think it deserves a little reward.” Needless to say, Mike didn’t complain. 

“Sol,” Geralt said as he closed the book he was reading and put it down on his nightstand, “I thought you were going to spend the holidays with your family.” His voice indicated that this was somehow a problem. 

“Yes, love, whatever is your point?” You smiled slyly at your own book, knowing very well what he was trying to say. That being said, you were by no means in the mood for his cryptic little games today; he’d have to speak. 

“I sent my gifts for you to your parents’ house… I’m sorry…” He sounded unsure as to what he was apologizing for, or whether even there was anything to apologize for. 

“I see,” you said, still keeping your eyes on your book. You had been wondering when he would finally bring this up. Geralt wasn’t a man who cared for gifts, but he had come to appreciate the ceremony of it - occasionally. He would happily indulge you for the holidays - Christmas, if your parents were involved, Yule if they weren’t - and your birthday. He begrudgingly accepted a present for his birthday from you, and even then; the most successful gift so far had mostly involved unwrapping you. You assured Geralt that there was nothing to apologize for. And there wasn’t. In fact, little did he know that the problem he brought up didn’t even exist. Your mother had been informed about your plans to move - you had a good relationship with your parents, it would have been weird if she hadn’t - and had handed you the gifts that were intended for you before you left. 

You finally put your own book down, and got up off the bed. From the bottom of your backpack, you pulled four packages. Two for him, two for you. 

“Your mother.” He didn’t phrase it as a question, but you responded with a nod nonetheless. “Thank her for me,” he said with a gentle smile. When you unwrapped your gifts you were entirely unsurprised that all of them were books. It still made both of you laugh.

“Are we just going to keep gifting each other books until one of us dies?” he asked when  you finally stopped laughing and looked into each other’s eyes. You lifted your hand up to his face to caress his stubbled cheek. 

“God, I hope so.”

“Elena! Can you spare a moment?” The rare moments Sherlock raised his voice or quickened his pace always amused Elena. It was so very unnatural to see him in a hurry.  

“For you, Sherlock? Always.” Her smile seemed to enchant him for a moment, to freeze him in his tracks, and make him lose his train of thought. It took him a minute to compose himself.

“I know you mentioned last week that you wanted to visit the temporary exhibit at the gallery… I was wondering… Did you ever make any plans to go? With… anyone?” Elena couldn’t help but giggle at the way he was standing in front of her right now. She just knew he wasn’t afraid to ask her what he was asking her, just nervous about asking her in the first place.

“I didn’t,” she said coyly. It was mean, she had to admit it, but she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to make Sherlock Holmes use his words. If he got much more comfortable with her, she was sure the roles would be reversed in no time.

“Would you like to go together?” he finally asked, voice trembling with the same nervousness she could see on him so clearly, “I thought about getting you tickets for Christmas, but I wanted to make sure you didn’t have any plans already, and if there’s even time, it’s only a very short exhibit and there’s the holidays, and the extra rehearsal for the concert, and you probably have other plans, too, and… ”

“Sherlock?”

“Yes?”

“I would love to go,” she said, “it would be a lovely gift.” 

“I apologize if I’m being unromantic and annoyingly pragmatic.” 

“Hm, I don’t know. I quite like that you took the time to see if we could actually go. It would have been a waste, otherwise.” Sometimes, she wondered if she would ever be able to get it into his head that she liked that he was pragmatic. And that the part about him being unromantic was debatable to begin with. He always gave her the books he’d finished reading and thought she might enjoy, and when her string quartet had a recital, he had shown up with a single white gerbera daisy; a symbol of loyal love, beauty, innocence and patience. What else was he supposed to do? Serenade her? He would play her favorite pieces by Chopin whenever she asked him, that was more than enough. Besides, she’d heard his singing voice… 

“Are you free on Thursday? We could go in the afternoon? Have dinner afterwards, and then the rehearsal?” As soon as Elena asked, Sherlock’s face lit up. He loved that she wasn’t one for ‘sure’ and ‘sometime’ and ‘we’ll talk about that’. If there was an idea, there was going to be a plan, and more often than not a rather detailed one, too. 

“Sounds fantastic,” he said, and he meant it from the bottom of his heart.

“Great, I’ll cover dinner, and that can be my Christmas present to you?” Elena’s proposal made Sherlock slightly uneasy. Now, on the one hand he’d been raised to be a gentleman, which meant he was less than inclined to let her pay for dinner. On the other hand: his mother would absolutely murder him if he refused based on any argument that involved any kind of statement regarding what women should or shouldn’t do. 

“Never let my brother hear of it,” he joked. 

“And, what about your birthday, Sherlock?” 

“Yes? What about it?”

“It’s January sixth, am I correct?”

“You are, what of it?”

“Is there anything you’d like to have?” Knowing him, there was a list.

So, you were fucked. Literally, figuratively. Mostly figuratively. Your brother had ultimately made it home for the holidays - despite your prayers that his train would be delayed indefinitely - and of course you were going to spend boxing day with the Marshalls. You really should have seen that coming; it was a longstanding tradition. All of a sudden, you wished you had played more poker in your life, because you were certain everybody in the room knew that something was up with you. The three of you were on the couch, Peter in the middle, and you were waiting until your parents had finished their lengthy conversation about something entirely uninteresting. 

“Alright, that’s it, mom, dad, move over,” Peter practically flew off the couch and moved to the one your parents were sitting on, “these two are so fidgety I can’t sit next to them for another goddamn second.” See, they could tell something was up.

“Language!” It was a joy to practically have two moms. You laughed when Peter rolled his eyes and then returned to your sulking. It was the Christmas presents you were dreading. Two of them in particular. Over the past few years, you and Marshall had developed this little tradition of your own - it had started when you were thirteen and your dad, mr. Marshall and Peter couldn’t make it to the ice hockey game you were all supposed to go to. 

“Another time,” your father said apologetically. You crossed your arms - throwing a fit already hadn’t worked, and since you were thirteen, that left you pretty much out of options. 

“Mister Carson,” Marshall suddenly said, “why don’t I take her?” He’d been bummed out about having to miss the game, too. Four moderately to severely worried adults exchanged glances. They weren’t very enthusiastic about this plan. 

“Come on, I can take my little sister to a hockey game,” he’d teased you, “I promise I’ll bring her back in one piece.” That got your moms on board, they always found it very cute when he acted as if he was your big brother. Plus, Marshall was one of those sixteen year olds that could generally be considered responsible and trustworthy. Or ‘boring’, as your brother liked to call it. They eventually gave in, after making Marshall promise about twelve times to: drive carefully, not let you out of his sight, take good care of you, see to it that nothing happened to you, keep an eye on you, protect you, and about six other ways of phrasing the general sentiment ‘keep her safe’. He did keep you safe, you did make it back in one piece, and you’d had the greatest night. 

The year after, you’d gotten two tickets to a game from Marshall for Christmas. The year you turned sixteen, you had a job as a babysitter, and you’d offered to pay your own way there, or to even let you take him for a change. He didn’t let you, so you both figured you’d just go to two games from now on. Win-win. So that was what was waiting for you in the pile of presents underneath that tree; a total of four hockey tickets, to two games, that you and Marshall were going to have to pretend to be excited about. If you weren’t, your families would be on to you in no time. 

“Fuck! Lex- yeah, yeah, ‘language’, I know. Lexi, how?” Somehow, you’d managed to get really decent tickets this year to a game you knew he was going to love - and you would have, too. It made you feel kind of sick to think about the fact that you were probably going to have to miss out on it. You had to admit that Marshall did a really good job faking his enthusiasm - you were almost certain that you wouldn’t fare so well.

“For me?” Anjelica said, eyes wide with surprise as she took the small, neatly wrapped gift from August. She had just been dozing off in his arms, with her head laid on his shoulder, as she enjoyed their little stolen moment in her room - though her parents insisted she keep the door open. It wasn’t surprising that he got her something, she was just not expecting it to be a thing: He had taken her out to see the Nutcracker ballet last year for Christmas - and they’d been pretty good seats, too. August was a hopeless romantic in his own exceptional ways, so she enjoyed those rare nights of more conventional romance, as she called it. Secretly, she had hoped for a similar surprise this year. August also made a habit of denying stupid questions an answer, and therefore only raised her eyebrows in reply to her inquiry. 

“Can I open it now?” They were moments away from opening presents with the family, so his timing was unusual. 

“I’m giving it to you now, am I not?” He said it plainly, as if it settled matters - so Anjelica decided to take it as a ‘yes’. The way she unwrapped gifts made August smile; perfectly manicured nails slicing through tape, carefully removing the paper. She had a habit of keeping and reusing it, which he found endearing in a way he could not explain. Her hands trembled slightly when she lifted the lid of the small box. Inside it was a simple, dainty gold ring. It was engraved with the date they used as their anniversary; the day they had first met, September 3rd. There was no other date they could use: neither of them had ever asked the other out, they had never made things official, and after about a year or so, when it finally came up, they came to the conclusion that it would be nonsense to disregard all the time they had already spent together, just because they had never defined their relationship.

“Can I try it on?” Her voice was shaky, as were her hands. 

“For the love of God, Angel, you’re being ridiculous.” August took the ring from the box and grabbed her hand. 

“Wait,” she said, and she moved to take off the ring she always wore - a simple gold band with a marquise cut rhodolite garnet she had inherited from her grandmother. She looked at it with a hint of melancholy in her eyes as August slipped the new one on her finger. “I’ll miss wearing this one.” He had considered that, and it had made him put off buying her this present for a while. Luckily, Leon - who was more proficient than himself in having things both ways - had provided him with a very elegant solution. She gasped in surprise when he turned the ring around her finger to reveal it wasn’t closed all the way. 

“Does it fit?” She was blinking furiously to keep tears out of her eyes. 

“It should,” August responded before pressing his lips to her temple. It did; the gem of her grandmother’s ring slotted in perfectly. He got worried as moments passed and she didn’t speak. ���Do you like it?”

“Oh, August, I love it!” She turned towards him as best she could in the position they were in, and wrapped an arm around him. “I love you.” He wanted to reply to that, to tell her that he loved her, too. It proved very difficult to do so with her lips pressed to his. She broke the kiss abruptly. 

“You’re not proposing, are you?” Anjelica asked carefully. She could tell from the look on August’s face - who looked at her as though she had gone completely mad - that he wasn’t. 

“I’m not,” he confirmed her suspicions, only to surprise her when he continued: “If I do propose - when I do, Angel, you can expect diamonds.” 

[hxzxrdous]

heyy, as I heard you’re taking request again, I have a quite gross one. You see, I have some issues where I neglect self-care, especially hygiene such as not washing my hair, not changing clothes, not brushing teeth etc.

I know it’s very disgusting, and I’m really trying to do better but I can’t seem to get myself to do it.

Do you think we could get a Lady Lesso comfort one-shot regarding that matter?

I would love to read it, even though I totally understand if you don’t accept this xx

The School for Good and Evil

Note: AAAA thank yew sooo muchh for the request, loveeee. And I know exactly what you mean omg, I used to be either too depressed to properly take care of myself or/and my mom didn't accustom me of self-care from when I was little. Like she'd literally bathe me and my brother once a week. And she wouldn't teach us to brush our teeth. It's very hard to get myself to do these things now because I'm saur not used to it. 🫣💀 I HOPEEE YOU LIKE THE WAY I WROTE IT

Platonic Lady Lesso x reader

TW: Mention of depression, comfort, fluffity fluffy fluff, Lady Lesso literally mothering

ISN'T IT AMAZING?

"And that is how you defeat your mortal enemy," Lady Lesso walked around the classroom, twirling with her cane as she taught until her eyes darted over the empty seat that stayed empty over two weeks now. At first she thought you might be sick but now she knows you were ditching class.

After she dismissed the class, she made her way to your dormitory but nothing could've prepared her for what came next. Lady Lesso entered the dimly lit room cautiously, her heels clicking softly against the wooden floor. The air was heavy, mixed with smell of sweat. The sight of your mattered and tangled hair was too much. She immediately knew the cause was depression.

"Ah, there you are," she whispered, observing you. A sigh escaped her lips as she noticed your disheveled state. She pulled a chair closer and sat down, resting her chin on her hand. The silence in the room was broken only by the faint sound of breathing. Lady Lesso tilted her head slightly, contemplating how best to approach this delicate situation.

Lady Lesso watched as you stirred, your face contorted into a mix of confusion and fear.

Your eyes met Lady Lesso's, widening further upon recognizing the unexpected visitor. In a hushed tone, you stammered, "I'm sorry, ma'am - I didn't..."

A gentle wave of Lady Lesso's hand silenced the apology before it could fully form. "Shhh," Lady Lesso soothed, leaning forward in her chair.

"I- I think I need help- I feel so- so disgusting-" the girl whispered. "I can't get myself to wash and brush my teeth-"

Lady Lesso let out a light chuckle, masking her growing concern. "Wash?" She repeated, feigning innocence. "Perhaps we can turn this chore into a game," she suggested, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

"A game?" You tilted your head

"Ah, I'm glad you're intrigued!" Lesso clapped her hands together once, the sound echoing in the room. "Imagine this," she began, leaning forward with excitement. "Every time you wash a certain part of your body or brush your teeth, you earn points." Her eyes locked onto yours, challenging you to accept the proposition.

"What do I get when I earn points?" You asked.

"Well, my dear, besides the satisfaction of a clean body and mind, you shall receive small rewards along the way." She paused for dramatic effect before continuing. "For every milestone achieved, I shall gift you something special - perhaps a book from my collection or a treat from the kitchens."

"Can you help me, please? I dunno how to get rid of the knots" the you pointed to her tangled hair.

Lady Lesso arched an eyebrow, studying the knotted mess that was your hair. "Knots, eh?" She murmured thoughtfully, her silver-manicured fingers lightly tapping against her chin. With deft movements, Lady Lesso expertly untangled the knots, her nimble fingers working quickly and efficiently.

Lady Lesso leaned on her cane and stood up, leading you to her luscious bathroom. Lady Lesso drew you a bath, adding in the lavender oil, she conjured some bubbles that changed colors.

You watched in amazement as the water transformed into a bubbling, lavender-infused oasis. You couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over you, despite your initial reluctance.

As Lady Lesso stepped out, leaving you alone in the bathroom, you hesitated for a moment before slowly undressing and slipping into the warm, fragrant water. The soothing sensation enveloped you, and you could already feel the tension in you muscles beginning to dissipate.

After the bath, Lady Lesso was waiting for you with two cups of chamomile tea.

"Remember the feeling after," Lady Lesso remarked, her tone lighthearted. "Isn't it amazing?" She then leaned in closer, whispering conspiratorially, "Don't beat yourself if you don't succeed right away. You can come to me anytime."

You hesitantly accepted the cup of chamomile tea, your fingers wrapping around it for warmth. As you took a sip, Lady Lesso knelt down in front of you, applying a soothing aloe vera cream onto your face. The cool sensation brought comfort to your skin, and you closed your E/C eyes, enjoying the gentle touch. Lady Lesso let out a soft chuckle as she playfully pinched your left cheek, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I always wondered how it would feel to have a teenage daughter," she quipped, her smile never fading.

Lady Lesso accompanied you back to your dorm. Lady Lesso led the way, her cane clicking rhythmically against the stones. Upon entering the room, she helped you settle into your cozy bed, pulling the covers up to your chin.

"Sleep tight," Lady Lesso whispered softly, her fingers brushing through your hair in a comforting gesture. The following morning, you woke up to find a music box on your bedside table playing the melody of Swan Lake. A small note attached read, "isn't it amazing?"

[kakairuficfinder]

Do you have any recommendations for aggressively fluffy Kakashi/Iruka fics, possibly on the shorter side? Thank you for starting this too!

Hi! Here's a couple of super fluffy fics for you!

the lovely language of flowers by kakashicentric (T, 2K)

kakashi wants to get his lovely boyfriend some meaningful flowers, he visits the yamanaka shop to do just that. he ends up learning a lot about the language of flowers and appreciating it in the process.

Here Comes Santa Claus by Kiterie (G, 6K)

Christmas themed. Kakashi is forced to dress up as Santa for kids at the Academy.

Baking for Genuises by theskywasblue (G, 962)

Kakashi tries his hand at Christmas baking

Hello (I'm A Ninja) by megyal (T, 930)

Someone is leaving love notes for Kakashi on his window, his top level executive floor window. The only clue to his mysterious admirer's identity is each one is signed I'm a ninja.

Hook, Line, Sinker by TumblingTroublesomeTumbleweeds (NR, 2K)

When Iruka finds one of his favorite former students crying after being rejected by the copy ninja, he gets mad and goes to confront the man. Little does he know what's in store. Fluff, fluff, fluffity fluff.

Love, Laughter, and Bad One-Liners by eflo (T, 1K)

Iruka has a weakness for one-liners… or maybe it's just Kakashi

A Heat-Seeking Cuddle Octopus by Jade_Dragoness (G, 3K)

It wasn't that Iruka wasn't willing to share a tent with his squad leader. It's just that he wished that Kakashi wasn't such a cuddle-octopus in his sleep.

Of Hair-ties and Copy-nins by Santana2 (T, 2K)

Kakashi has a thing for Iruka's hair.

12 Dates by tmo (T, 9K)

So apparently, Iruka got drunk and went home with someone and made a few odd promises. This leads to not-your-average twelve days of romance and confusion.

Submitted for Approval by flailinginlove (T, 2K)

Kakashi's mission reports take a sudden, unexpected turn.

Shinobi Code Rule #74 by masc_malfunction (T, 2K)

Shinobi Code Rule #74: The Jonin captain on a mission can officiate field marriages, but the Chuunin second in command may also officiate field marriages if the Jonin captain is the one getting married. The Genin on the mission may also officiate field marriages, but only if the Jonin captain and the 2nd in command are marrying each other.

For His Hand by radkoko (G, 2K)

Kakashi has a big question to ask Iruka, but first he wants permission to ask from Naruto, Iruka's only family.

Kotori (小鳥 - Little Bird) by Kiayla (NR, 57K)

"'It'll be fun,' she said.  'It'll make all the lonely singles feel better for Valentine's Day,' she said.  'It just adds to your allure,' she said.  I don't need allure!  Why did I even agree to this?" he muttered, arms now firmly crossed in front of his chest.

Because she'd bribed him, and bribed him good, he thought with a sigh.  A month's rent, covered, and she'd watch any movie he wanted with him, any night of the week, for a year.  Cuddles allowed (though let's be real, that was a given).  Plus a third of all ticket sales into Iruka's own pocket, with another third going to the orphanage.  God, he was such a sucker.

Or, the time Iruka agreed to do a kissing booth at the Academy for Valentine's Day.

Night At The Aquarium by ladyxdaydream (E, 116K)

Iruka and Kakashi were comfortable with their new married life. They never really gave children much thought. They liked their freedom (and their uninterrupted privacy), but one night at the aquarium changed everything.

Off the Market by kageillusionz (G, 3K)

Kakashi is a top real estate agent that works for Konoha Realtors. He loves his work except for the parts where his clients try to introduce him to nice, young, eligible people his age. The logical conclusion is to buy himself a ring and fake marry his office crush without Iruka knowing. What could possibly go wrong?

Food, Love, and the Masks We Wear by My_private_tsukuyomi (T, 9K)

Hound thought he'd successfully eradicated the ability to feel after he lost his team and sensei. Why, then, was he unable to look away from a hapless little boy trying to feed himself from a dumpster one seemingly unremarkable Autumn evening? The decision he makes will change the course of his life and show him that, sometimes, family has a way of finding and healing you from within, one meal at a time.

Of Romance and Holidays by My_private_tsukuyomi (G, 3K)

Iruka really didn’t know what the hell he was thinking. Or that time when Iruka kissed an unconscious Kakashi Hatake in the hospital on Christmas Eve.

a first morning by kintou (NR, 3K)

Kakashi, tired from his mission, ends up in Iruka's house. They talk about their feelings, take care of each other, and make their first morning together the loveliest moment they have ever had.

Part of the Pack by demonofabove (T, 2K)

Kakashi was late for work, everything that could go wrong did; and Pakkun was missing when he came home - overall, it had been a horrible day. That is, until a certain someone accidentally slipped into his life. Or was it more accurate to say he was forced into it, by some meddling dogs?

Worst Kept Secret of Konoha by GingerAnn (G-T, Series of 10 works)

Kakashi and Iruka have been in a relationship since they were teenagers. A relationship that they decide to keep a secret so Kakashi's enemies don't come after Iruka. A relationship that is possibly the worst kept secret in the village.

Matchmaker by Aviss (T, 4K)

In which Naruto might not be the sharpest tool in the box, but he has impeccable taste when it comes to potential partners for Kakashi. Pity Kakashi's not single.

Begin Again by MelanatedRavenclaw (G, 2K)

After Mizuki, Iruka thought he would never find love again. But then Kakashi came and showed him the beauty of new beginnings.

[ao3feed-samjack]

Extra Socks and Specialty Cheese

read it on the AO3

by Akamaimom

A casual Sunday team breakfast turns into a lesson in earth culture. It also raises certain questions that have no easy answers--until they do. Sam/Jack angst, Sam/Jack established relationship, Fluffy angst---Flangst. Just roll with it. These two deserve ALL the fluffity fluff after everything they've been through. ;)

Words: 8090, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Stargate SG-1

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Sam Carter (Stargate), Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson (Stargate), Teal'c (Stargate)

Relationships: Sam Carter/Jack O'Neill

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Angst, Fluff, Fluffy Angst, Happy Ending, UST, RST, Married Life, Mother's Day

read it on the AO3

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

So @keanureevesisbae if I if I understand correctly, less smut in fixer-upper, more fluffy fluffity floofy floofery fluffness?

I just love when a fanfic is so very soft that I have to stop reading every three rows and walk around my room for a bit with a hand on my heart while whispering "oh my god they glanced at eachother", because I get too overwhelmed with love and sweetness.

[myrsinemezzo]

Fluffity Fluff Exchange 2024 Letter

Hello, dear writer! I'm so excited to take part in this exchange for the first time. I'm also so excited to see whatever it is you write for the chosen relationships and characters. Feel free to make things as hurt/comfort or as tooth-rotting as you like!

Optional prompts:

Game of Thrones - Jaime/Brienne

This was my ship of ships that got me back into fanfic once upon a time. I would love to see some Jaime thinking of his sister and comparing the two (although bear in mind that I adore Cersei in her own right as well so no bashing, please). Or bonding over a common interest or experience related to sword play.

Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power

Galadriel/Halbrand - These two are my absolute obsession, so you could give me anything with them in it and I would love it, so I hope the additional tags I selected will give some ideas. I'd particularly love to see the "Language of Flowers" tag used somehow or something of the natural world and shared appreciation of some aspect of Middle-earth. Or make things an AU and have them as roommates! Lord knows I never get tired of these two.

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Katara/Zuko - I am a sucker for that sweet, sweet fluffiness of when Character A realizes they have something in common with Character B and then some kind of shared understanding takes place.

The Hunger Games

Katniss/Peeta - I would love to see some post-canon domestic scene. Breakfast together while realizing they're finally okay, watching the stars with some kind of hurt/comfort concern for the other one or just growing old together

Like I said, I am SO excited to see whatever you come up with. Feel free, of course, to ignore the prompts and just go with what moves you. Happy Writing!!