#hes so cute wrapping him up in a blanket....

[missnxthingg]

Gal I need lando fluff as well could u do taking care of him when he’s sick and he’s all tired and clingy

needy | LN4

pairing: Lando Norris x Female!Reader summary: After a busy month, all Lando needs is his girlfriend to take care of him words: 1 K - warnings: Sick Lando and lots of cuteness (also not proof read, sorry) author’s notes:  I'm so sorry for the delay, it was a busy & unplanned week at work. But here we are, just in time to celebrate our favourite boy's birthday

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Triple headers always hit quite hard on Lando. Since he joined Formula 1, he doesn't remember a single time he didn't end up sick after almost a month travelling around the world. And this time it wasn't different; he started having a fever the morning after he arrived from Brazil and stayed in bed all day.

Y/N found it odd to not find him in his usual state of relaxation after a full month of work: locked inside his dark gaming room, full of snacks and laughing with Max. Instead, he was wrapped around three blankets in their living room, body almost lifeless on the sofa as he watched a boring movie on TV.

“Oh, baby boy, are you feeling okay?”, she asked, putting her things down so she could check on him.

Lando smiled tired at her and shrugged, too tired to even say something. She knew he was getting sick, especially after he spent the entire flight home – and their night of sleep – coughing. She just didn’t expect for it to be that bad, to the point where the most chatty boy in the world would go speechless.

“Have you eaten?”, she ran her hands through his face and he nodded tiredly. Then she found the empty yogurt cup beside him and rolled her eyes. “A yogurt isn't eating, Lando”.

“Come cuddle, baby”, he mumbled, wrapping one of his hands around her wrist.

“I'm worried about you, my love”, she ran her hands through his curls, making him open a tired smile. “I swear to God, every triple header is the same. I won't let you go anymore”.

“It's just a way my body found of telling I'm tired”, he assured. “If you come cuddle, then I'll be fine”.

“Later, baby. I have to make lunch for us”, she pressed a kiss on top of his head and Lando whined loudly. “Stop being a baby!”

“You're evil”.

Y/N started taking things out of the fridge to start cooking their lunch, and Lando suddenly appeared behind her, wrapping his hands around her waist from behind and resting his head on the crook of her neck. She smiled at the gesture and cuddled into his touch as she cut some onions.

“Ouches my eyes”, he cried, making her giggle just before she stopped cutting the onions, to put it in the hot pan. “What are you doing?”

“Caramelized onion and creamy cheese pasta”, she revealed, making him open a big smile. “A favourite for my sick boy”.

“You're the best, baby. I love you so much”, he pressed a kiss on her shoulder, but didn't let go off her, choosing to stay glued to her side as she cooked.

“Lan, it's a bit hard to cook with you clinging onto me”, she chuckled. “Maybe sit right there and keep me company. Then I'll give you as many cuddles as you want”.

“Mmm, okay”, he smiled tiredly, finding a spot to sit close to her, as he observed her cooking. Travelling the world is nice, but he loved coming home to the love of his life, who always took the best care of him.

Suddenly, he was taken back to the early dates of their relationship, when she’d invite him over for dinner and cook him the easiest pasta that, in time, became his comfort food. That’s exactly what he needed after a long month away from home, and away from her, since she only came to the first race in Austin. His heart felt at ease when she served him a plate and found a spot next to him.

“Thank you”, he mumbled before attacking the food. “It’s so good to be home. It’s so good to be with you”.

“I was counting the seconds until you were back to me”, she pressed a kiss to his cheek and cuddled to his side as they ate in silence, just feeling each other’s presence. He learned to appreciate silence after loud days as he rested next to his favourite girl. “Are you feeling better?”

“My throat is sore, and it feels like I was hit by a truck”, he joked. “The headache is gone, though”.

“I’ll use my super healing powers to make you feel better”, she sprinkled kisses through his face, making him open a genuine smile for the first time that day. But just before she kissed him on the lips, he backed away.

“You’ll get sick, baby”.

“It will be worth it, then”, she declared, before sealing their lips into a sweet kiss. Lando had missed those lips more than anything, and if she was willing to take the risk of getting sick, then he’s not arguing about it. “I love you, my sweet boy”.

“I love you too, beautiful”, he pecked her lips once again and took a second to analyse her face from up close; the face he adored so much. “Now, can we please cuddle?”

“Yes, my whiny baby, we can”.

Lando wanted to sweep her off her feet and take her to the couch, but felt too weak to do so. Y/N almost had to do this to him to get him to stand up and walk. He collapsed onto their couch and was too tired to open his arms to invite his girlfriend to join. She still found her spot next to him and pulled him closer, until they were tangled together between the blankets.

She pressed soft kisses all over his face and watched his lips tiredly curve into a smile, just as he felt a little better to have her taking care of him. They didn't even notice they forgot to turn on the TV.

“I'm so glad you're finally home”, she whispered. “This place is too quiet without you. I don't like it”.

“I'm happy to be back with my home”, he pressed his fingers to her skin and she smiled at him. “You're the best. I missed you so much that I might as well take you with me next time”.

“Anything so we can be together”, she said. “Sleep, baby, I'll be here holding you”.

“I love you so much. You're my everything, the love of my life, the sweetest…”, he continued to list various things about her and fell asleep mid-sentence.

“I love you more, Lan”, she pressed one last kiss on his forehead before falling asleep too.

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[sandwitchstories]

5 More Minutes

I had this image in my head of Mouse in Sukuna's haori. And then this little drabble happened.

For more adventures with Mouse, check out my Dad!Sukuna Series on my AO3 - Here! )

Author's Note: For anyone new to my Dad!Sukuna Series, Mouse is Sukuna's, currently, 2 year old daughter with reader.

Summary: Sukuna's favorite haori has disappeared. It can't just grow legs and disappear. Or can it?

WC: 600+

CW: reader is referred to as 'Mama' but not described, toddler dad Sukuna, girl dad!sukuna, true form Sukuna (4 arms), it's pretty much just plain Dilf Sukuna fluff and crack, SFW in every way, just family fluff, father and daughter fluff, writing them together gives me life

Sukuna gave a frustrated huff as he walked around his estate in search of his black haori. He had somewhere to be and he was not happy to have his departure delayed. He still needed to say goodbye to you and the brat. Which was never a short ordeal between your ‘one more kiss’ and Mouse’s ‘now me!’

You had been the first place he checked. You had a tendency to steal his clothing no matter how big it was on you. You had a litany of excuses for this behavior. However, today you were not the culprit.

He headed into your shared room to see if maybe he had left it in there, though he could swear he had grabbed it that morning. It wasn’t like the damn thing could grow legs… or could it? 

He went straight to your bed, looking down with his hands on his hips. It had indeed grown legs.

Two tiny legs attached to one very troublesome little girl. 

Mouse laid curled up in your bed, sound asleep, wrapped in his haori. Tsk. While it was indeed cute, it was also very annoying. Sukuna leaned forward and pulled at the material, trying to tug it out from under Mouse. She growled and rolled so it was tighter around her. He used a hand to gently start to roll her and try to retrieve his item. 

She cracked her eyes open and gave him your look of instant death. “What doing, Papa?”

“I am taking back my haori, Mouse. I have somewhere to be,” he said, trying to keep the annoyance out of his tone.

She regarded him for a moment before turning her head and closing her eyes again. “5 more minutes, Papa. Please and thank you.”

“No more minutes, Mouse,” he said firmly, starting to pull on the material again.

“Don’t do it, Papa,” she said in a sleepy but grumpy tone.

“Or what?” he challenged her.

“I bite you, Papa.”

He guffawed at her. “You’ll bite me?”

“Yes, Papa.”

Her audacity knew no bounds. “Well, if you bite me I’ll bite you back. And I bite harder and have sharper teeth. Now, give me my haori.”

“But I comfortable, Papa…” she whined, rolling onto her back to rub her eyes and look up at him. “Why need it, Papa?”

“I already told you, I have somewhere I need to go,” he said, picking her up with one arm and taking his haori back with the other, ignoring her protests. “You can have it back when I get home.”

“But, Papa… I don’t want you to go,” her lip started to tremble.

“Well, tough shit, little one,” he said, laying her back down on the bed. He pulled the blanket up around her and rubbed her back. “Go back to sleep, Mouse. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Papa?”

“Yes, Mouse?”

“You bring back something tasty for Papa and Mouse?” she asked, eyes already fluttering closed.

He grinned. “I promise.”

“And I get it back when you get home?” she asked, reaching out her hand to sleepily play with the edge of the haori laying on the bed. 

“Yes, Mouse, you can have it back when I get home if that will please you,” he chuckled. “Now, I need to go.”

“Okay, Papa,” she said, a pout on her face making her chubby cheeks even more prominent. 

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead before pulling back to leave. She caught his face between her hands and cracked open one eye. “One more kiss.” 

He gave her one more kiss and started to stand. He grunted as you managed to startle him as you wrapped your arms around him from behind. He glanced over his shoulder at you with an arched eyebrow.

You grinned up at him and said, “Now me!”

He was never getting out of there, was he? 

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Author's Note: Sukuna was only that nice about his haori because she was asleep. One time, you and Mouse rolled up like a burrito in it. He grabbed on to the edge and gave it a yank, a huge smile on his face as he watched the two of you go flying across the bed. It's his brand of cuteness aggression.

[iliketopgun]

hi, my darling!! can i request “You getting so flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.” with evan buckley?

i have been obsessed with him for so long (lmao as if it isn't obvious-) and i NEED more of him!!

"Honey Honey!"

Can I kiss your brain? I love this!!!!

🩷 "Nuestra Canción" send me some cute fluff prompts for characters that I write, x reader or my OCs are allowed.

Word count: 560

The prompt: "You getting flustered is one of the cutest things I've ever seen."

A/N: Never written for x reader before so here goes nothing. Legitimately don't know where this came from, deviated a bit from the prompt btw, I had a lot of fun writing this!

Warnings: female!reader, tooth rotting fluff, I totally didn't have Mamma Mia! on repeat while writing this (I'm lying so much), domesticity, curls are here, reader is a part of the 118, a curse word or two, Buck and reader live together, Buck calls his S/O "Baby" and other pet names, Buck is shirtless (yes, suffer), reader's favorite food is grilled cheese (if it's not, I'm sorry), kissing does happen, not beta read

Banner belongs to @/cafekitsune

Do not repost anywhere else or use it to train AI! This is my work! My own brain created this. Don't be a plagiarizer!

Here we go! Safe under the cut!

Buck could've sworn he was the luckiest son of a bitch in the whole world. His girlfriend was insanely good looking. And her music taste was impeccable. Buck could stare at her all day and never grow tired of her. Yeah, to say he was down bad was a major understatement. But who could blame him, when you looked like a goddess?

Buck was making dinner when you came in from a shift at the 118, it had been a simple 12 hour overtime shift for some extra money, but it had been so uneventful, it took a toll on you. The utter anxiety for the bell that never rang that entire shift. You kick off your work boots by the door, putting your keys in the dish by the door and putting your bag on the floor, you'll get it later. You unbutton your uniform shirt and tug it off, leaving you in a white undershirt. "I'm home!" You call out as you walk into the kitchen of the loft, watching your boyfriend cook. Buck turns around, in your tiredness, you didn't notice that Buck was shirtless and he hadn't gelled his curls back. Was he trying to kill you? Well even if he was you were sure, you'd die really happy. "Oh, hey baby, I'm making your favorite. Grilled cheese." Buck says with a smile, it was adorable. So attentive. "Mmmm, I love you. You're the best." You tell him with as much appreciation you could muster. Your nerves were shot to hell and you just wanted to eat and sleep. Buck takes notice of this and guides you to the couch, wraps you in a blanket and walks to the kitchen, leaving you confused. "Buck? What are you doing?" You ask between a laugh. Buck puts the grilled cheese on a plate and comes back into the living room with the plate and hands it to you. "Eat. Wanna watch Mamma Mia?" Buck asks you, knowing it was one of your favorites. You nod as you bite into the grilled cheese, moaning in appreciation. Buck smiles at you and kisses your forehead. Buck puts the movie on and sits beside you on the couch, placing you in his lap and cuddling you. He was like a personal space heater. But right now you don't care about anything except food and Buck. The movie starts and you finish your food up after a few minutes. You get up and place your dirty dishes in the dishwasher before running up the loft stairs to grab your pajamas. You were walking down the stairs while adjusting your Buck's shirt when the beach scene came on. No matter how many times you watched it, it still made you flush like a little girl. Buck picks up on that. "Are you blushing?" He teases and "N-no!" You stammer, before playfully tossing a pillow at him. "You wound me, darling!" Buck says dramatically while holding his hand over his heart. "Oh shush, you're fine. Plus you deserve it for walking around shirtless!" You reply before walking towards him. "You getting flustered is probably the cutest thing I've ever seen." Buck says as you stand in between his legs while he looks at you with those cerulean blue eyes and you try not to melt. "Oh shut up, Buckley!" You tell him before kissing him.

The end!

I hope you enjoyed it!

[pandapetals]

The Wolverine

You tell Logan about the myth of the Wolverine.

professor logan howlett x professor fem!reader - established relationship (y'all married), cute, fluff, teasing, no y/n used, no reader description, your an english professor, logan is a history professor - imagine days of future past logan with the white streaks in his hair

a/n: Im sad that logan doesn't remember kayla. She deserved better, well both of them did. So i wrote this for her. I did some googling and found in Innu culture they see the wolverine in a few different ways so i took that and ran with it.

read on ao3 or find more parts for the series: here

You were curled up in the oversized armchair on the balcony, wrapped in a soft blanket, gazing out over the garden bathed in silvery moonlight. The stars sparkled overhead, scattered across the sky like tiny, far-off promises, casting a gentle glow over everything. Logan sat beside you, his arm draped around your shoulders, thumb tracing slow, absent-minded circles along your upper arm.

After a comfortable stretch of silence, you let out a quiet sigh, eyes still fixed on the stars. "Sometimes I wonder if I made the right choice, you know? Studying literature. Maybe I should’ve gone into astronomy instead." You paused, a small smile playing on your lips. "Stars are just so beautiful. There’s so much out there."

Logan chuckled, a low, warm sound that rumbled through his chest. "Oh yeah? So you could spend your days talkin’ about constellations and meteors? Think I’d go crazy, darlin’."

You nudged him playfully. "Oh, because listening to you ramble about ancient battles and military strategies is so riveting."

He smirked, tilting his head down to look at you. "Hey, at least I know how to make it interesting."

You rolled your eyes, leaning into him a little more. "Sure, you do, tough guy." After a moment, you tilted your head back to the sky, the light of the stars casting a soft glow in your eyes. "But, really... I've always wondered. Why Wolverine? I get the whole 'fierce and growly' thing, but it’s oddly specific."

Logan gave you a look, a playful warning in his gaze. "Watch it, sweetheart," he drawled, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone. He hesitated, his brow furrowing slightly as he looked back out over the garden. "Truth is… I’m not sure where it came from. Can’t remember. Might’ve been ‘cause I was a… well, an animal. Felt like one back then, anyway."

You reached over, resting a gentle hand on his arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You're not an animal, Logan," you said softly, your voice filled with quiet conviction. "You never were."

He let out a faint sigh as if he didn’t fully believe you, though he appreciated the sentiment. "Maybe not," he murmured, his gaze drifting back to the stars. "But it sure felt like it sometimes."

A peaceful silence settled between you, and you leaned your head against his shoulder, watching the stars glitter above. "Did you know," you said softly after a moment, "that in one Innu legend, the wolverine was actually a creator of the world?"

Logan raised an eyebrow, looking down at you with a skeptical smirk. "Now you’re makin’ stuff up."

You laughed, nudging him again. "I swear! It’s true. According to the story, the wolverine built a boat to save the animals from a great flood. Then he told a mink to dive into the water and gather mud, and he used it to create an island. That island eventually became the whole world."

Logan shook his head, a small, reluctant smile tugging at his lips. "You always gotta turn everything into a story, don’t you?"

You grinned, looking up at him with a twinkle in your eye. "I can’t help it. It’s what I do." You paused, then added, "There’s another story that says the Wolverine tried to steal light from the midnight sky. He fashioned bits of it into the sun, moon, and stars, creating the northern lights. Kind of fitting, don’t you think? A wolverine bringing light to the world."

Logan looked at you, amusement and something deeper flickering in his eyes. "You got quite the imagination, you know that?"

"Comes with the job," you teased, snuggling closer, resting your head on his chest. "But honestly… you bring light to people too, Logan. Even if you don’t see it. You’re gruff, sure, but there’s a big heart under all that scowling."

He huffed, though his chest rumbled with a laugh as his fingers absentmindedly traced circles along your shoulder. "You’re really layin’ it on thick tonight, aren’t ya?"

"Just stating the facts," you replied, looking up at him with a grin. "You’re kind of like the stars. Tough on the outside, but warm and steady when people need you most."

Logan’s gaze softened, and he reached up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek as he looked down at you. "If that’s how you see me… guess I can’t argue."

You smirked, snuggling back into his chest. "See? Not so bad being the wolverine, is it?"

He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Guess not," he murmured, his voice low and comforting. "Not if it means sittin’ here with you under these stars."

You looked up at him, eyes twinkling with playful warmth as you took in the way the moonlight softened his rough edges. "Who would’ve thought?" you whispered with a teasing lilt. "That the Wolverine could be more than just a trickster… that he could be gentle, even thoughtful."

Logan let out a low, skeptical chuckle, giving you a look that was both amused and exasperated. "Oh, is that so?" he rumbled, his voice a soft, low vibration beneath your cheek. "Here I thought I was just some ornery old fighter."

You chuckled, reaching up to trace a finger along his jaw, feeling the roughness of his stubble. "You’re definitely more than that. There’s a lot more to you than the tough-guy act. There’s… heart, kindness." You paused, smirking as you added, "Though the ‘ornery old fighter’ part is pretty accurate."

He let out a mock sigh, though his eyes glimmered with affection. "Don’t push it," he muttered, pulling you closer as he looked down at you, the corners of his mouth twitching in a reluctant smile.

You shifted slightly, resting your chin on his chest so you could look up at him. "You know, in some stories, the wolverine’s not just a trickster. He’s a protector. Fierce, unyielding. The one who keeps everyone safe, no matter what."

Logan’s eyes softened, and he reached up, brushing his thumb along your cheek as he gazed down at you. "So you see me as some kinda myth, huh?" he murmured, his voice low, almost vulnerable. "Better be careful, sweetheart. I’m just a man, remember?"

You smiled, covering his hand with yours. "Oh, I know," you whispered, your voice tender. "But you’re my myth, Logan. My hero. The one who showed me what real strength looks like."

For a moment, he looked taken aback, his usual composure slipping as he took in your words. Then, his gaze dropped, as if the weight of your affection was almost too much to bear. "You say all that… but sometimes I still feel like a lost soul," he murmured, his voice rough. "Someone who didn’t know where he belonged."

You cupped his face, guiding his eyes back to yours. "You belong right here," you whispered, your thumb tracing his cheek. "With me. Right where you’re supposed to be."

A soft, genuine smile played on his lips as he leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours. "Damn, darlin’," he muttered, his voice barely more than a rumble. "You’re gonna make me go soft."

You laughed, brushing a gentle kiss against his lips. "Too late for that," you teased, smiling against his mouth. "I think I’ve already uncovered the soft side of the Wolverine."

He rolled his eyes, but his hand found yours, his rough fingers intertwining with yours as he brought your hand to his lips. He pressed a lingering kiss to your knuckles, his gaze warm and unguarded. "You really make people question my reputation, you know that?" he murmured, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, am I ruining your whole 'grumpy lone wolf' image?" you teased, grinning up at him.

Logan pretended to be annoyed, though his eyes sparkled with affection. "Damn right, you are," he replied, his voice a low murmur. "Can’t go anywhere without folks thinkin’ I’m a softy now."

You leaned in, your face close to his, your smile teasing. "Well, maybe you are.”

He let out a low chuckle, pulling you even closer, his arm secure around you. "You’re lucky you’re cute," he muttered, his thumb brushing over your hand. "Otherwise, I might actually be annoyed."

You looked up at him, your heart full, and whispered, "I think you’re cute too, even if you try to hide it."

He groaned, tipping his head back. "There goes my whole reputation," he said, but when he looked back down at you, his gaze was filled with warmth, something so genuine that it made your heart skip a beat.

You squeezed his hand, giving him a playful smile. "Good.” You grinned, closing the small distance between you and kissing him, slow and sweet, letting the world fall away. When you finally pulled back, he was looking at you with a smile so genuine it made your heart skip.

"Happy?" he asked, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your hand.

You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder as you both gazed out at the stars. "Always, with you."

[wibben]

Pocky Day

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“Nanami! Check it out!”

The seasons had shifted almost without notice, and here you were, wrapped in the early chill of November, wrestling with your plastic convenience store bags and the loose sleeves of a coat that was not your own. The holidays were near; work was easing up, and curses seemed to fade with the colder air, which meant more free time. And you had resolved to spend it cracking the nut that was Nanami Kento.

Could you call him a friend now? Probably, you thought, if friendship included routine cups of coffee that tasted exactly as you liked, courtesy of him memorizing your order, and favorite sandwiches he only accepted from you because “the shop near your apartment makes them best.�� The small gestures stacked up, predictable and warm.

As the two of you strolled down the Tokyo streets you stopped, shuffling crinkling bags with blunt mittened hands, delving into the pockets where you stashed your prize – aha!

You held up the carton between you, grinning through a nose gone red from the chill. “Did you know it’s Pocky Day?”

Cute, Kento thought, immediately charmed by the small, proud smile you wore. He shifted his glasses up his nose, a well-practiced excuse for a moment’s reprieve, hoping the sudden warmth in his face would pass.

“Is that a holiday?” he asked, careful to keep his voice steady as he looked down at the snack pack offered in your hand.

“Sort of,” you replied, your smile widening. “It’s today – eleven-eleven, you know? Looks like the sticks.”

He reached for the box, if only to indulge in the blanketing contentment of his fingertips brushing over the wool of your mittens. The softness of it, the small closeness, was something he never quite allowed himself to savor – yet there you were, none the wiser to his plight.

“Hm. I see.” He raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like another capitalist holiday to me.”

“No no, this ones different! They’re cheap today and it’s fun—”

“Yes, cheap. To make you buy it. Like every other capitalist holiday.”

You shot him a look, glaring padded daggers into the back of his blonde head and hurried to catch up as he started walking again, huffing dramatically. “You’re no fun sometimes. Where’s your whimsy?”

Kento’s smile softened as he turned away, letting himself indulge for a second in the fondness that always crept up around you. Very cute, he thought again, and not for the first time. He tore open the cardboard carton with a deft press of his thumb against the perforation and peeled open the foil pack inside, passing it sidelong back to you to accept into your uselessly mitted palms.

You shuffled the box, jostling a single stick upward to pluck out with your teeth, then held the box out to him with a silent offer and a toothy smile. Kento accepted one with a quiet nod.

He twizzled the chocolate-free end between his thumb and forefinger, taking small contemplative bites as you both walked.

“There’s supposed to be a thing you do with it, too,” you said after a pause, feeling stinging warmth creep up to your cheeks. “Like… you know. With a pocky stick. People eat it from both ends.”

You kept your tone light, as casual as you could, but your heart was louder in your ears than you’d like, beating with all the wild things you wanted but couldn’t bring yourself to ask for as you tested the waters. God you wish he would bite. How might his breath feel, warm and humid, on your chilly and frost-nipped face? Watching those eyes that always looked so sharp get closer and closer to your own, watching them soften, feeling the snap of the pocky stick as it broke bit by bit into his mouth until his lips met yours—

Kento’s eyebrow quirked just so, his gaze flicking from the pocky in his hand to you. You can’t just say things like that, he bemoaned, feeling your words strike sharp and deep. Because if he had it his way, he’d stop you, right here on the sidewalk, reel you in close until he could feel the warmth of your breath mingling with his. He’d cradle your chilled face between his palms, brush away that tempting smear of chocolate on the corner of your mouth with his thumb – and then, finally, he’d kiss you, no hesitation, no half-measures, just the taste of you against his lips, snack be damned as he’d been tempted to do for months.

And for a moment he considered it. He considered it, because when the silence stretched and he looked at you just a little too long you turned to look at him too. 

Too obvious, you internally wailed.

She didn’t mean it like that, he doused himself.

And so Kento shrugged, keeping his response as carefully noncommittal as he always did. “What an inefficient way to share.” 

He wanted to smack himself.

Your heart dipped a little at the careful, too-neutral tone in his voice. “Right. Silly,” you said, laughing it off, but your voice was a shade softer than it had been.

And as if some twist of fate wanted to rub salt in the wound, a couple ambled past, laughing as they attempted that very thing. They were awkward, leaning in close in the fogging vapor of their cloudy breath, their laughter bubbling and sweet as the shared pocky stick disappeared between their lips. 

Your own heart stuttered. You watched them until it felt too voyeuristic to continue, feeling the cold air bite a little harder as you snuck a glance at Kento. His face was unreadable, focused on the path ahead.

The rest of the walk, neither of you brought it up again, and the box was shared between you until it was empty.

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Another year came and went, swallowed in the rush of work and curses and routines until you’d all but forgotten about Pocky Day – what was the use, anyway? It was a capitalist holiday, as Kento would say. Something trivial and best left unthought of until it came around again. 

So you were taken by surprise to find Kento standing beside your desk that morning, silhouetted in soft strokes of pale yellows and baby blue. He was neat as ever, his coat perfectly buttoned, and as ever, the sight of him sparked something traitorous in the dying twitch in your chest.

You considered your shot to have been well and truly fired – and that was okay. Friendship was fine; you could live with it. You told yourself this every time you had to tame the excited pitter patter of your heart whenever you saw him.

“You’re early today,” you said, surprised but smiling. “You didn’t have to—”

“It’s Pocky Day,” he said simply, holding up a red box as if it was simply a matter of fact, just like picking up coffee… which also sat steaming on the edge of your desk.

“Oh.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden rush of butterflies that exploded in your belly. It doesn’t mean anything, you tempered yourself. “Right! I ah – I forgot! So, I guess… we’re doing this again?”

Kento rumbled and stepped across the room to you when you failed to move closer, offering the box to you as you had once offered it to him. “I thought it might be a nice tradition.”

You took the box from him, fingers brushing without the barrier of gloves, and you felt your soul tremble like the fragile leaves that still stubbornly clung to the trees just outside the large office window. 

You struggled to open the box, sucking in a breath from between your teeth to steady the unfortunate shaking of your fingers. There was an odd intensity to his silence, the way he stared at the box in your hands waiting for you to open it. You felt oddly pressured, and the enormity of the relief you felt from such a diminutive victory when you finally peeled it open was almost enough to shake you to your knees.

Your pulse ratcheted an uneven staccato as you drew out a single stick, offering it to him. “Kento.”

Instead of taking it, he hesitated, his gaze lingering on yours with a weight that made your chest feel heavy. And then, he bowed forward, his eyes never leaving yours, lips parting around the end of the pocky stick in a single, deliberate motion and reeled back with it pinched between his teeth. There was a quiet challenge in the lift of his brow, something vulnerable and daring woven together; an invitation and a question laid bare in his expression, highlighted and punctuated by the slow bleed of red blooming over high cheekbones.

Your pulse roared in your ears, catching you frozen. All you could do was stare, and in that pause, his confidence flickered, just for a second, his steady breaths growing slightly shallower as his eyes flicked between yours. That flutter of panic at his own boldness, like he might’ve misjudged this completely, tightened something inside you, and you couldn’t have that.

For a stunned second, it was pure disbelief: you were kissing Kento. He kissed you. Every ounce of longing and every secret glance you’d ever thieved was suddenly, incredibly, impossibly real, and that realization burst inside you with a giddiness that made your atoms buzz.

Slowly, you leaned in, feeling his breath feather warmly against your cheek. You bit the stick delicately, feeling the faint returning snap of it from the other end. Kento moved closer in response, eyes locked on yours, his gaze unreadable but unmistakably intent, filling you with a fire that licked at your spine. His lips were so close – close enough that you felt every small shift, every inch he dared forward, the space between you shrinking in this mutual game of chicken that neither of you intended to bow from.

You bit again, your noses brushing, hearts racing in the quiet with a fluttering synchronicity that left you dizzy. And then, in the last breath of chocolate between you, his lips met yours, as soft and hesitant as the very first touch of spring. 

The taste of chocolate and mint mingled with something undeniably him, a warmth so complete you felt it seep into your bones. The world outside of your bubble paused, cradling the two of you in a moment that felt so obviously inevitable yet so fragile, like any sudden movement might shatter it. 

You were caught in this vacuum of your own creation. Your eyes fluttered open, unsure whether to savor the kiss fully or to steal glances at him, afraid to miss a single, precious detail. You felt the faintest brush of his eyelashes against your cheek, his breathing soft against your skin. The closeness was overwhelming, yet you hesitated to give in entirely, your lashes fluttered with uncertainty against his cheekbone. You would pull away when he did, because oh, what if somehow you were misreading this? What if you embarrass yourself by lingering too long, what if it’s a misunderstanding, what if, what if, what if—

But Kento felt it too. Not letting you drift into uncertainty, his hand came up, fingers warm as they cradled the back of your head, steadying you as he tilted you just a little closer. The moment didn’t end with the last snap of the pocky, nor with the chocolate gone from both of your lips. His kiss deepened – until it broke. And his eyes opened enough to meet yours as he dipped down for a second time, this time without pretense or excuse – he kissed you because he wanted to and he always did.

Each press of his lips was steady, adoring. He kissed you with the tenderness of someone who wanted to remember every part of this and wanted you to remember it just the same; who wanted to remember the exact shade of your blush, the soft, delighted sigh he felt more than he heard, the way your fingers curled reflexively at his shirt collar as you allowed him to melt every last inch of you.

When he finally pulled away, it was slow, his forehead resting gently against yours as his thumb traced small, bashful circles at the base of your neck. A soothing gesture, whether meant for you or for him it hardly mattered, because you’re both left equally dazed. And the look in his eyes, warm and unguarded, told you he was no more ready to pull away than you were.

After a long moment Kento let out a soft, almost reluctant chuckle, his lips twitching upward in a devastatingly cute way with how the expression shook. He glanced down at the box of pocky hanging limp in his free hand, having been completely forgotten. “There’s… still more in the box,” he said, hushed, like he’s hesitant to push his luck any further than he felt he already had.

Your chest gave a hopeless little squeeze, a nervous giggle of your own bubbling from your throat. “Oh, really?” you teased, your lips curling into a shy smile. “Should we finish it?”

He gave you that look again, the one that always made you swoon – something warm and appreciative, and now you can see it much more clearly: bursting with promise. He raised the box again and offered it to you quietly, “It would be a shame to waste it, I think.”

[dazzlingjaeyun]

𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 – 𝐬𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧

idol bf!jake x non-idol gf!reader

✧ in which jake surprises you by coming home earlier from tour

genre: fluff <3

warnings: none actually

word count: 875

a/n: just a cute and short drabble for jake because it's his birthday and he's my favorite boy (i love him so much it hurts)

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the lights of your shared apartment were already off when jake opened the door as quietly as possible. he had expected you to be asleep already, so he wasn't surprised when no one greeted him.

he slid off his shoes and took his phone out of his pocket to light the way to the living room with his phone screen, not wanting to turn on neither his flashlight nor the light of your home in order to not wake you up.

his lips curled up into a smile, the familiar warmth spreading through his chest as he noticed you curled up on the sofa, tucked in your favorite blanket.

admittedly, he felt a tiny little bit guilty when he saw your phone laying right next to your hand, signalling him you'd fallen asleep while waiting for him to call you. he'd made up excuses all day and he felt horrible about it. but he was eager to surprise you after weeks apart.

now, all he wanted to do was to finally wrap his arms around you tightly and never let you go again, but he decided to wash up first after his ten hour flight, so he let you sleep a little longer while he showered as quickly and quietly as possible.

once he'd put on sweats and a shirt, he tiptoed to the sofa again and smiled to himself when he found you still asleep in the same position. for a heartbeat, he just admired how peaceful you looked. he had missed you so damn much.

he carefully sat down next to you, waiting for a reaction, but you just shifted slightly. jake's eyes softened, a small smile spreading across his lips as he gently brushed away a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your closed eyes.

"love," he whispered ever so softly – just enough for you to slowly open your eyes, blinking away the sleep as you tried to comprehend what was happening.

when you finally realized, you suddenly felt wide awake, sitting up quickly with a sound similar to a gasp and looking at your boyfriend in disbelief, "jake?"

he smiled at the sound of your voice, finally hearing you in person again after seemingly endless late night calls. you blinked at him in confusion as if trying to understand if he was real or just a character in your dream, and jake chuckled, understanding your thoughts wordlessly.

"surprise," he said softly, before finally wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close, immediately feeling his muscles relax for the first time in what felt like forever.

only then, jake really felt like coming home.

"i'm sorry i didn't call all day," he mumbled against your hair, holding you close to his body and tracing small circles along your back with his fingers.

you held him equally close, your fingers instinctively grabbing his shirt as if that would stop him from ever letting go again.

"you coming back home was better than any call," you replied, your words muffled by his chest in which you'd buried your head. jake felt his heartbeat quicken at your words – even after years, he felt like the teenage boy who'd always gotten nervous around you again.

"i missed you so much, love," he said after a while, letting go of you just enough to look at you. another smile crossed his face when he cupped your cheeks in his warm hands, softly stroking your skin with his thumbs.

"i missed you too, jakey," you replied just before he leaned in and connected your lips in a soft kiss that conveyed all the emotions you two hadn't voiced yet.

jake didn't pull back until he needed air, and even then he placed another quick peck on your lips before resting his forehead against yours.

"how was the tour?" you broke the silence after some minutes of just looking into each others eyes.

jake pulled back and tucked another strand of hair behind your ear. "i think you need sleep, babe," he said softly, holding back his grin at the tiredness in your eyes. "let's get you to bed and we'll talk about everything tomorrow, hm?"

you just nodded, attempting to stand up, but jake held you back, placing your arms around his neck and his under your knees and around your waist, lifting you up bridal style.

"you know that i brought your princess treatment along when i came back," he grinned, softly pressing a kiss to your forehead before walking to the bedroom. he carefully let you down on the bed before climbing into his side and immediately pulling you closer.

you let your forehead rest on his chest, listening to the heartbeat that could finally beat along to yours again, and rested your arm around his torso in a hug.

"i love you," he whispered softly, bringing his hand up to softly play with your hair, the feeling instantly relaxing you. "i love you, too," you whispered back as sleep slowly overcame you again.

jake smiled, finally being back to the place and the person that felt like home, and put both of his arms around you to hold you close to his heart that beat for you and you only. <3

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November's Naughty and Nice Stories

Day 13: A Little TLC

Stan Pines x Reader fluff

*Does contain language, and some description of throwing up*

Sitting at the counter, staring at the clock, waiting for the day to just wrap up, Stan came up behind you, and scared you back to life.

"Waddaya think you're doin'!?? Loafin' around, gathering flies with that dead stare! Get wor- cough, cough, cough-" he began hacking up a storm, putting his hands on his knees, then trying to compose himself again.

"Uh, Stan, you aren't looking too great. Don't you think you might be getting sick?" you said, looking a little concerned, as his face looked pretty red from all the coughing.

"Ack," he said, clearing phlegm from his throat," I ain't got the time to be sick! I'm Mr. Mystery, and Mr. Mystery --" and he puked on the floor, and you jumped.

"Stan! Holy shit!" And you grabbed plastic bags from the counter, seeing him puke...pink glitter? You shook your head, and dropped in front of him, guiding him to heave in there instead.

"Stan, we need to at least get you upstairs to bed! I'll call Soos in a little bit, but I need you to lean on me, and throw up in the bag if you're gonna do it again!" And you could see his poor face was sweating and pale. You climbed the steps with him, as he kept talking and tried not to gag.

"Oh, babe... Y'know I'm good....I'm Mr. Mys-" he swallowed hard, and glanced at you. "Wow...You're strong....And really cute...I always think that shit, but... I figure....I figure...Blaaaa-" he went into the bag again.

The man was delirious. He is ill, and loopy, and yet, hitting on me. Huh, he's got balls, you thought. No, he's just sick. You pushed the thought out, and got him to his room. You got him plopped on the bed, and talked him through it. You were going to have to get most of that off him, and lay him on his side.

"Stan, I'm going to undress you, and get you down to your underwear or whatever. You need to cool down, and lay on your side after that. You could drown in puke this sick."

"Oooooo...Getting to third base....And you...haven't taken me to....dinner. Whatta naughty....thing."

"Yeah, whatever ya old pervert. Let's get this stuff off you," and you helped him along, like a doll.

The jacket, then dress shirt, then shoes, pants, and finally, after 15 minutes, the girdle. You popped his fez off, and he thankfully didn't vomit during the process. You laid him on his side, and found a bucket from the hallway, and got him a cold wash cloth. He shivered a little, but he had some color back in his face, but was still sweating.

"Alright, Stan, you look a little better, so I'm going downstairs, and I'm going to close up, and let Soos know you are sick, and, I don't know. I'll be right back."

He looked up at you, his eyes misty. "Thank you. Sorry, hon."

Huh, he was being polite, definitely delirious, but hey, a broken clock is right twice a day. "Stan, you're sick. I'm not going to just let you feel like this and be alone, sick as a dog." And you went downstairs.

You made calls to Soos and the local pharmacy, and went to town to grab meds, soup, another blanket, crackers, cat litter for the puke, and ginger ale. You got back, and he was sleeping, but he left a note in terrible handwriting.

Sooooorry I'm an asshole.

Xo. Xo

Stan

You had to laugh a little, the poor guy was just out of it. Probably something going around as the temperature dropped, along with some weird food he ate. You set everything down, got some ice for the ginger ale, then grabbed a blanket and pillow from the next room over, and propped yourself a little ways from him.

"Goodnight Stan...I'm here if you need me."

The next morning...

You woke up before Stan, and crept to him, feeling his head. No fever or sweating now. And he must have got some ginger ale in the night. It was half drank, so he was at least hydrated. He actually did look really sweet sleeping, and not smelling like puke. You snuck out, and called Soos, then made some soup with crackers on the side.

When you went back up, he was at least awake. He was rubbing his head and smiled weakly at you. "Hey, sweetie...."

"Hey Stan, how are you feeling today?"

"A bit better. The old gut just ain't up for handlin' the concoction Mabel left in the summer."

"The WHAT?" you said, confused and peeved.

"Well, I was thirsty, and ran outta Pitt in the fridge, so I may have took a few swigs...." he said nervously, as you pressed your fingers into the bridge of your nose.

"Stan Fucking Pines, that bottle of....I don't even know is...I don't know! You may as well have drank paint thinner! If you weren't so sick still, I'd slap you." And you were very tempted to actually do it.

"Oooooo, didya worry about me?" he said, swatting his eyes at you as you rolled them so far back you almost saw your brain. "You like me a little."

"Stan, you were delirious yesterday," you told him, your cheeks getting pink from his taunting. "I was trying to be nice and all, and there you go-"

"Ya know I remember, right? You're strong and cute. Is it a crime to say that, even if I'm a crook? I just wanted to let you know in case somethin' really was up," as he turned his head to the window.

"Oh. Well, I do like you too, a little more than like, but I still want to slap you."

And he turned and looked back at you with a shit eat grin. "Ooooooo, I might like it, babe."

[thewritetofreespeech]

could i please get a fic of levi and/or belphie cuddle fucking you?? i just love the idea of being so snuggled and intimate ;w; love your work btw!! <3

One of Belphie’s favorite things to do was nap. Everyone knew that.

What a lot of people didn’t know was that his favorite, favorite thing to do was to nap with [Y/N].

Curled up with them in his little nest of blankets was like a dream. Belphie never thought they would pick him to spend time with, let alone pick him over his brothers. He loved having them here to hold and be close to them. Smell their hair. Feel their curves under his hands.

His eyes cracked open a little in his sleep and fall on their sleeping face. Belphie smiled and kissed their cheek. Soft and gentle. He had intended to leave it there and fall back asleep, but when he licked his lips and tasted the hint of their salt against them, he needed more.

Kissing their cheek, their neck, their nose, [Y/N] began to stir a little and was slowly reciprocating his kisses. “Belphie….” They called out to him in their haze of sleep and awake, making Belphie smile.

He only ever wanted them to think of him. To be his only, and never to share again.

The demon’s hands slipped down from their hips and into their sleep shorts. [Y/N] moaned as he touched their sex. Playing with them in slow, but deliberate strokes. “Belphie…more…”

He pulled their shorts down and off before he leaned down to lick them. The space was warm from being under the blankets and in their shorts. Musky, but delicious. Soon [Y/N] was begging him softly to fuck them. Whining so cute and bucking their hips against his face. How could he say no?

Belphie removed his own sleep pants and pulled his cock out. It too was hot, musky, and hard. He looked at [Y/N] to make sure they wanted this, and when they nodded eagerly he pushed his cock inside. The two of them moaning together.

He rocked his hips against [Y/N] to fuck them. Not really thrust. That seemed like too much effort. But his hips kept rutting against [Y/N] as if to push himself and his cock deeper inside them. So a piece of him could never leave. So he could always be with them.

“Belphie…! I’m close….”

He felt like he was going to cum soon too. So with an unheard of burst of energy from the Avatar of Sloth, Belphie picked up the pace of his hips to fuck them faster (but no less deeper) and came inside them as their legs shook around him.

They lay there for a moment. Panting and catching their breath while they held each other, unless [Y/N]’s breathing regulated and they looked down at Belphie draped over their chest. “Belphie? Belphie. Did you fall asleep on me??” He had indeed. Cock still inside them. Head against their chest. He had fallen asleep from both the exertion and also his favorite, favorite, favorite thing coming true. Being totally and completely wrapped in [Y/N].

[kendraontmblr]

SWEET NIGHTS - B. SHELTON

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Pairing: Ben Shelton x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: On a cool, quiet night under the stars, you and Ben share sweet moments over ice cream. From playful banter to lingering kisses, the night unfolds in warmth and promises of something deeper.

Warnings: None. This imagine is sweet, with soft romance and playful teasing ;)

A/N: hi loves ! so this is my first ever ben shelton imagine - i hope you enjoy it. let me know what you all think ! my song inspo was moonlight by ariana grande. so it’s a soft kinda love x

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The night air weaves through the streets, carrying a refreshing breeze as Ben and I strolled hand in hand, our laughter soft and light like the chime of distant bells. We were both dressed in cozy, effortless casual wear, a stark contrast to our usual tennis attire. I wore an oversized hoodie and sweatpants, its softness welcomed comfort. My hair was pulled back in a loose bun, but strands escaped and fluttered around my face, framing my features. Ben liked to call it my "moonlit look," perfect for nights when stars glowed softly.

Ben kept it simple too, dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants, his curls falling into his eyes in that way that made him look carefree and impossibly cute. There was a gentle flush to his cheeks as he smiled, sharing the joy of the moment. Above us, the night sky stretched endlessly, the stars twinkling softly like distant diamonds. The moon hung low, bathing everything in a gentle, silver glow that seemed to wrap us in its warmth. As we walked, I felt a flutter in my chest, my heart dancing with our laughter, while Ben’s smile—the mischievous one I loved so much—mirrored the sparkling sky. In that moment, everything felt still, as if time itself had slowed to savor this quiet, perfect night.

As we approached the ice cream stand, the sweet scent of waffle cones wafted through the cool night air. I nudged Ben, my eyes sparkling. "I can already tell you're going for something classic tonight. What’s it gonna be, Mr. Predictable?"

Ben raised an eyebrow, smirking playfully as he pointed to the chocolate chip cookie dough. "Guess I'm feeling a little indulgent tonight," he said, his voice light and carefree, the grin on his face matching the playful twinkle in his eyes.

I giggled at his words. "I think I’ll go with cookies and cream," I said, enjoying the moment as the worker placed the scoop onto my cone.

As we stood waiting for our ice cream, the soft hum of conversation around us faded into the background, leaving just the two of us standing there in the quiet of the night. Ben’s gaze softened, his lips curling into a playful grin.

"C’mere," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody that made my heart flutter. His fingers gently brushed the side of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine as he carefully wrapped his hand around it, his touch feather-light yet reassuring.

I glanced up, breath hitching as his eyes locked onto mine. He pulled me closer, his warmth enveloping me, and for a second, I forgot about everything else, the world around us faded away.

Ben leaned in slowly, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, lingering kiss. It wasn’t hurried—just sweet and full of unspoken affection, the kind of kiss that made everything feel right. I melted into it, heart racing as I savored the moment, the warmth of his touch wrap around me like a cozy blanket.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes searching mine with a quiet intensity, making my pulse quicken. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just held me there with his gaze, as if making sure I was still with him.

Then, with a soft smile, he leaned in again, pressing another gentle kiss to my lips—just a sweet peck that felt like everything. I smiled into the kiss, my heart fluttering as I let the moment linger, the world fading away once again as we stood there, connected in that quiet, perfect exchange.

We pulled back slowly, the soft rhythm of our breaths lingering between us as we shared a quiet, lingering moment. I felt a warm blush creeping up my neck, and I couldn’t help but smile. Ben’s eyes twinkled with amusement as he gently released his hold on me, and I glanced up at him, feeling a flutter in my chest.

“What was that all about?” I asked, my voice soft, tinged with a shy smile. The heat in my cheeks made my heart race even faster.

Ben’s smirk widened, and he tilted his head slightly, clearly amused by my reaction. “What? Can’t I kiss my girl?” he asked, his tone playful yet sincere, the warmth in his voice making my heart flutter.

I laughed, shaking my head as I tried to compose myself, still feeling the lingering buzz of his kiss. He reached for his ice cream cone then, a playful grin never leaving his face.

After a beat, we walked over to a nearby bench, the breeze rustling the leaves and the soft glow of the streetlights creating a quiet sense of magic around us. As we sat, our ice cream in hand, I couldn’t help but steal a glance at him, my heart still dancing with the sweetness of the moment.

Ben handed me his cone, holding it out in offering. “Not too bad, huh?” he said, a soft smile tugging at his lips as I took the first bite. His eyes watched me closely, clearly enjoying my reaction.

I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the flavor. “Mmm, this is really good,” I murmured, a soft sigh escaping as I pulled away. “Classic chocolate chip cookie dough will always be a win.” I gave him a playful smile as I licked my lips.

Ben chuckled at my reaction. “Glad you approve,” he said, his voice warm and light. He took a bite of his own cone, leaning back against the counter. “I knew it’d be a hit. Can’t go wrong with the classics.”

We sat there for a moment, exchanging a few more bites of our ice cream. The night air felt fresh, and the quiet hum of the city buzzed around us as we began talking about everything and nothing at all. The conversation shifted from tennis to our favorite childhood memories, our favorite music, and even silly thoughts about the future. There was something about the simplicity of the moment—sitting there, sharing ice cream and laughter—that made everything feel effortlessly perfect.

As I indulged, I felt a drip of ice cream slip down my chin. I froze, my eyes widening in surprise as I realized the mess I had made. Ben’s soft chuckle filled the air, and before I could react, he leaned closer. His thumb brushed gently against my skin as he wiped the mess away, his touch light but leaving a trail of warmth. A shiver of excitement ran through me as I felt the warmth of his hand linger on my cheek.

He brought his thumb to his mouth, licking it off slowly, never breaking eye contact. The intensity in his gaze made my heart race, and I couldn’t help but watch him, my lips slightly parted. Butterflies erupted in my stomach, making me feel breathless, as if the whole world had narrowed down to just us in that moment.

With a small, teasing smile, Ben casually returned to his ice cream, as if nothing extraordinary had just happened, leaving the air between us thick with unspoken tension.

“Sweet,” he said, his tone playful, though the underlying edge to his voice made my pulse quicken.

I took a moment to gather myself, trying to steady my racing heart. “Nice to know you enjoy the flavor,” I teased, my cheeks flushed, my smile pulling at the corners of my lips.

“Oh, I enjoy a lot of things,” he replied, his gaze steady, the playful spark in his eyes deepening, making his words carry more weight than I expected. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned back, clearly enjoying the effect he had on me.

I took a deep breath, my heart still racing, trying to steady myself. I glanced away for a moment, gathering my thoughts, and let out a quiet exhale. My eyes fluttered back to him, my lips slightly parted as I gave a subtle, playful roll of my eyes, trying to act casual. But the warmth on my cheeks betrayed me, and my smile, soft but knowing, was all the answer he needed.

“Shut up,” I murmured playfully, my voice tinged with affection as I fought back a grin.

Ben chuckled softly as he took a bite of his ice cream, but as he did, the scoop nearly slipped off the cone. His eyes widened, and the way he quickly tried to correct it, looking almost panicked for a second, was so ridiculous that I couldn’t help but laugh. The sight of him desperately saving his cone made the moment feel even lighter.

He steadied the cone with a grin, still chuckling as looked at me. I couldn't stop laughing either, the easy moment stretching between us as we shared the lightness of it all.

After finishing our ice cream, we leaned in, sharing soft kisses under the vast night sky. The cool breeze caressed our skin, and the stars twinkled above, creating a beautiful backdrop for our tender moments. Ben’s hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing gently against my skin. Each kiss was sweet and lingering, carrying with it the promise of something deeper, something that made my heart race.

As we walked, my hand found its way to Ben’s bicep, and I couldn’t help but smile. The warmth of his arm beneath my touch was grounding, and the simple connection between us felt natural, as though we were two halves of the same whole.

We paused in a quiet spot, the world around us fading into the background as we gazed up at the stars. The silence stretched for a moment, comfortable yet charged, before I broke it. "I love you," I murmured, my voice barely audible but carrying all the truth I felt.

Ben smiled softly, his hand finding mine, intertwining our fingers. "I love you too," he said, his voice full of quiet sincerity.

As the night drew to a close, we exchanged lingering kisses, savoring each moment like the sweetest scoop of ice cream. Beneath the blanket of stars, we both knew we were on the brink of something more. The warm breeze carried whispers of possibility, and the sweetness of our feelings hung in the air, a promise of many enchanting nights to come.

With hearts full and spirits high, we walked together under the starry sky, the soft rustle of leaves echoing our footsteps. Each step felt like it resonated with the unspoken understanding that our journey together was just beginning, filled with laughter, love, and the thrill of shared adventures ahead.

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with love always,

kendra

[dootznbootz]

Hey, wanna be mutuals? I came with gifts( a lil fanfic)

Laertes sat on his knees in the garden, his back to an old olive tree. On his lap, his 24 year old daughter, ctimene, lay her head. His 26 year old son, odysseus, rested his head on his shoulder, his own baby , Telemachus, lying on his chest, wrapped in a blanket. Anticlea and Penelope were at the market for thread and Eurylochus had gone to the blacksmith for a new knife.

"-and then, just as the storm reached it's peak, a wave larger than a palm tree hit the side of the argo," laertes waved his hands, immitating the wave before running them through Ctimene's hair.

"It sent the ship tilting to one side. Heracles was sent overboard but he clung to the railing. Me and Telemon had to run and grab him before he fell into the depths!" Laertes finished his story with a flourish.

Ctimene giggled and stretched.

"Papa, that was such bullshit"

"Yeah," odysseus agreed with a sly grin and his eyes closed, " you told us this happened 2 weeks into your journey, by which point Jason had left Heracles behind on an island."

"Not to mention, according to you, Telamon had fallen from the mast and broken his leg 2 days in which definitely didn't heal in a week" Ctimene added .

"Alright, you cheeky little things," Laertes admonished.

He pinched both of their necks.

"OW, Papa!" They yelled as they flinched away, odysseus holding Telemachus's head.

Telemachus woke up, took one look at his papa's pained expression as he rubbed his neck and began to laugh.

"Oooh you think this is funny, do you baby?" Odysseus chuckled, tickling the bottom of Telemachus's feet which only made him giggle harder. Eventually, Odysseus stopped and kissed his baby's head.

Laertes reached out his arms invitingly and beckoned his children forward. They conceded and nestled themselves on either side of him with their heads on his shoulders and his arms holding them close. Laertes apologetically kissed their hair as well as telemachus' after asking for him.

An idea popped into his head.

"How much longer will Penelope and anticlea be out for?" He asked innocently, though his smile was anything but innocent.

" About 2 more hours. Why ,Papa?" Odysseus answered.

"Ah, just enough time for tomfoolery then, eh?" He smiled, mischievously.

His children picked up what he put down immediately, already flashing him their own mischievous grins.

"What do you have in mind, Papa?" Ctimene asked.

Anticlea and Penelope laughed as they walked up the road to the palace.

"Oh, did you see that salesman's face?" Penelope snorted.

"The image of immac-oh my goodness!"

Anticlea began to reply before she cut herself off at the sight of a massive 10 foot tall half made statue of an eerily realistic cricket made of wood.

Then, she noticed her 2 children and husband staring at her, looking caught with wide eyes, while working on said statue. Rather concerningly, odysseus had Telemachus in a sling across his chest while he worked instead of just setting him down. Ah well, he looked snug enough to not be swung around too much.

"H-hi dear." Laertes had the gall to look guilty.

Penelope looked utterly flabbergasted.

"What, what even is that?"

"To greet and potentially traumatise

guests ." Odysseus explained, a sheepish smile on his face.

Anticlea put a hand to her forehead and sighed.

"Damn you, laertes and your mutant progeny." She thought.

She looked at Penelope who was most definitely wondering why she married the man she did.

Oh, and of course there were wood shavings all over the courtyard.

Oh this is really sweet!!! Thank you so much! It's very cute!!! 3 generations of silly! I love you have Laertes telling his kids stories of his time on the Argo, even as their adults. That's really endearing. And I really love the phrase "waved his hands, immitating the wave before running them through Ctimene's hair." That's such a cute image! And the freaky statue is a very cute idea! Well done! :D

On the topic of mutuals:

I'm assuming that you're new to tumblr as "mutuals" is like, something you don't usually ask for. It just is something that happens naturally and you just end up following each other. Sometimes becoming friends from there. :)

[guzmapkmn-archive]

🎤🎤 for oswald!! - superliminalselfships

i give u nicewald <3

"Hi!"

"Penguin?? *laughing*"

"Hi, hi!!"

"Hi!"

"Uh - sorry to intrude, uh... I'm a... bit of a mess, hehe. I was just passing by, and... May I - could I come in? For a moment? These feathers aren't as warm as they look."

[howtotrainyouragents]

Me, like I'm sitting at a cafe in a French philosophical film: Luffy, he kisses the homies good night, you know? He cuddles the bros to sleep

[monkee-mobile]

the Monkees meet Davy’s grandfather under different circumstances. Hes a very strict man and he’s always telling Davy to “man up” or “act his age” and the guys can see Davy retreating into his head. He doesn’t regress the entire time his grandfathers visiting since he’s too busy fixing everything the man sees a problem with (everything about the pad and Davy’s life). Mike eventually has to step in and ask him to leave. Davy’s depressed for a bit afterward before the guys finally get him to regress. Then he’s small constantly until the guys cheer him back up. Poor guy just wants his grandfathers approval :(

aw poor davy. he just wants to be loved that’s all he wants.

[tecchan]

Izumi Rei you literal fucking angel

[sunnys-sonnets]

Is there any outfit you like Atreus to be drawn in and or how you mostly imagine him in your fics, what clothes and what attire?

Not the question you asked but I think I do actually like his canon start clothing the best. While the metal armor is practical and elegant in its own way, I like softer vibes. The gentle colors on him and how the fabrics look worn and loved and stitched over and over are so nice. As for what I like seeing Atreus drawn in? I don't know. Maybe nothing 😂 Maybe seeing him in his canon-type clothing more often would be cool- but then I think of all the cute ideas we keep seeing like Modern AU stuff like fun, colorful sweaters and shorts. Even if I don't particularly lean towards Modern AU stuff, it's always nice to see the variety. Or loose fabrics that he's been draped in are so nice and it's fun to see his freckles 🤭

Depends on the fics. Mischief and Foresight has him in his canon gear for the most part. A Hint of Magic is very much up to the imagination because of the vague descriptions given, though his newer outfits do come from the cloths Heimdall gives him. Any fics that take place in the canon universe I picture him in canon gear. In Your Toy, the Modern AU, I imagine colorful big sweaters in the cooler weather to show off his fun and more childish side, and regular jean-like shorts(blue or green) and still colorful baggy shirts slightly tucked in to whatever shorts or pants he's wearing. And maybe stuff he'd borrow from friends or Heimdall to play with.

[jefferythejelly]

i’ve been taking far too many screenshots of him and this blanket