#i’m a sucker for fluff

[silliestintheworld]

should I finish this or scrap it/gen

Ganke paced back and forth, the dim glow of the streetlights filtering through the curtains. His mind raced with worry as he glanced at his ridiculously bright computer screen. It was well past 1 in the morning, and Miles still hadn't returned.

Ganke had spent the last couple of hours working on both his and Miles's homework, trying to distract himself from the gnawing worry in his chest. He had even managed to complete an entire essay in that time, fueled by stress and the desperate need for something to do besides worry. But it wasn't working. Not when Miles was out there, somewhere, and he had no idea why he hadn't come back yet.

He was giving himself a headache.

"No but seriously, where is he?" Ganke muttered to himself, his voice tinged with concern. He knew Miles had a habit of falling asleep on patrol, but it was 12 degrees outside.

Ganke shivered at the mere thought. "He's gonna freeze his ass off, and then I'll have to explain to everyone why my best friend died from hypothermia!"

Why couldn't New York be warmer!?

Great, now he was talking to himself. Might as well change your name to Miles while we’re at it.

He considered calling Miles's parents, but dismissed the idea almost immediately. If they knew Miles wasn’t with him, they would likely be even more worried. It wouldn't help anyone if they all panicked.

His phone remained silent, devoid of any response from Miles. That was very unlike him. Ganke knew Miles hated seeing him worry, and he always made an effort to keep him up, especially when he knew he would be out late. The fact that he wasn't answering a single text only added to the unease in Ganke's heart.

He was supposed to be the calm one.

A thousand scenarios played out in Ganke's mind. What if something had happened? What if Miles was hurt, trapped somewhere, alone in some stranger's basement? The thought was ridiculous, he knew, but in moments like these, the worst-case scenarios seemed all too possible.

"He's fine, stop stressing yourself out," Ganke told himself, trying to project calmness into the air. But his own voice wavered with uncertainty. He wanted to believe his words, to have faith in Miles's abilities, but the fear gnawed at him relentlessly.

"He'll be fine. He'll come back," he mumbled to no one in particular.

"He always comes back." But deep down, he couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in his chest.

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Shadow: (seeing sonic hold his hand). Uh why are you holding my hand? Sonic: (holds it tighter). It helps me stay focused. (And then they both beat up the Biolizard).

[sanatomis]

cw. none, except for satoru being disgustingly cute.

to outsiders, your relationship with satoru is as much a blessing as it is a curse. it’s a blessing, because even your mere presence causes satoru’s talking to drop by a hefty 80% at the very least. it’s a curse, because satoru only stops his chattering to cling to you.

he wraps his arms around your waist, and nuzzles into the crook of your neck. he holds your hands, and cups his own face with them. he tucks your hair behind your ear and squeezes your cheeks together. he’s so utterly enamoured with you, that words suddenly feel unnecessary. and you let him be.

it’s his way of recharging, of finding little bits of peace in a stressful day. so, you allow him to do as he wishes, and simply continue whatever conversation you are having—as if satoru wasn’t currently biting your finger. you dismiss the looks of disgust people throw at him, finding the way he clings to you like a baby koala oddly endearing.

it’s a custom, by now. a custom that’s loved by the both of you, and only the both of you. so, yes—a blessing and a curse. satoru is quieter when you’re around, but in exchange for a (not so) healthy dose of pda.

pick your poison, as one would say.

[moonyswoony]

Lost and found

Pairing: Five hargreeves x reader

Summary: You an Five discover more than just plants and strawberries in the greenhouse

Warning(s): kissing, fluff, nothing really

“What the hell is this place?” Five muttered, his voice tinged with suspicion.

“Beats me,” you replied, stepping further inside. “But it’s not like we’ve stumbled upon a better place than this one so far.”

The two of you had been on the run for what felt like an eternity. Your attempt to figure out the subway had gone sideways—again—and now you were stuck in this strange, green timeline with no clear path back.

Five stayed close as you ventured deeper into the greenhouse, his sharp eyes scanning every inch. “This doesn’t make sense. None of this should be here.”

You brushed your fingers against a nearby vine, feeling the life pulsing through it. “Maybe this is just a small piece of the world that refused to die.”

Five huffed, the ghost of a smile on his lips. “That, or we’ve stumbled into some kind of twisted fairytale.”

“Great. Does that make you the grumpy old troll under the bridge?” you teased.

“If I’m the troll, that makes you the annoying adventurer who won’t stop asking questions,” he shot back, though his tone was more fond than bitter.

As you explored, you found yourself drawn to a patch of strawberries growing along the far wall. They were perfectly ripe, a vibrant red that stood out against the greens and browns around them. Without thinking, you plucked one and popped it into your mouth, savoring the sweetness.

Five watched with raised eyebrows. “You sure that’s safe?”

“If it’s not, at least I’ll go out with a decent meal,” you replied, plucking another and offering it to him.

He hesitated, then took it, biting into the fruit with a thoughtful expression. “Not bad.”

“High praise from you,” you quipped.

There was a brief, comfortable silence as you both absorbed the strange beauty of this place. The tension that had been winding tighter and tighter over the past few days—or even years—slowly began to ease, the peacefulness of this place working its way into your entire being.

As you wandered deeper, you came across a patch of wildflowers bathed in golden sunlight. You knelt to touch them, their delicate petals soft under your fingers. “This feels like a dream,” you murmured.

“Or a trap,” Five countered, though his voice lacked its usual edge.

You looked up at him, catching an unguarded expression in his eyes,something softer, more vulnerable than you were used to seeing. “Five?”

He stepped closer, the sunlight casting a warm glow across his features. “You’ve always been fearless,” he chuckled,though his voice was quieter than usual.

You blinked in surprise. “What are you talking about? I’m not fearless, I’m—”

“You are,” he insisted. “And I should have told you sooner.”

“Five…”

“I’ve spent so much time trying to fix everything, trying to keep us all alive, that I forgot there are things I want, too,” he said, his gaze pined on you.

His words hit you like a punch to the gut as you realised what he was implying—not in a painful way, but in a way that left you breathless. You had always known there was something between you, a connection that went deeper than partnership or friendship, but his words still had that affect on you.

Without giving yourself time to overthink it, you reached up and pulled him into a kiss. It wasn’t rushed or frantic, but slow and deliberate, a promise in every brush of your lips against his. Five responded in kind, one hand slipping around your waist while the other cupped the back of your neck, holding you close.

The kiss deepened, his tongue teasing your lower lip before slipping into your mouth. You felt your knees weaken as a wave of heat washed over you, your fingers gripping the front of his shirt as if to support yourself. His hand slid down your back, pulling you flush against him as the kiss grew more intense, more desperate.

It was a kiss that spoke of everything you had both been holding back,years of unspoken feelings, of missed opportunities, all coming to the surface in this one, perfect moment.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing hard, your foreheads resting against each other as you tried to catch your breath.

“I love you,” he said, his voice rough but certain.

You smiled, your thumb brushing against his jaw. “I love you too.”

For a moment, you both stood there in silence, the reality of what you had just confessed settling over you like a warm blanket. The world around you didn’t feel as interesting anymore, not when he was in front of you.

Five glanced around at the greenery, his expression contemplative. “You know, we don’t have to leave right away.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You want to stay?”

“Just for a little while,” he admitted, surprising you with the softness in his voice. “It’s been a long time since we’ve had a moment of peace. We could use the rest and some proper food.”

You looked around at the lush greenery, the golden sunlight filtering through the broken skylight, and felt a sense of calm settle over you. “Yeah,” you agreed, smiling up at him. “Let’s stay.”

With that decision made, the tension that had been a constant companion began to melt away. You found a spot to sit, leaning against a wall covered in ivy, and Five joined you, his hand finding yours and holding it tightly.

For the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself relax. No missions, no timelines, no disasters—just the two of you, in a place that felt almost unreal.

Five squeezed your hand, drawing your attention back to him. “You know,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “if we’re staying here, we might as well make the most of it.”

You grinned, leaning in to kiss him again, this time slower, savoring every second. “I couldn’t agree more.”

[scealaiscoite]

bodyguard/protectee prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱

-ˏˋ. dialogue ˊˎ-

⋆ “um, look- i know i’m only meant to be here for you in a professional capacity, but if you ever need anything i’m here for you.”

⋆ “come on, just admit it- i’m starting to grow on you, aren’t i?”

⋆ “since when does your job extend to giving me relationship advice?” “it doesn’t, but i wouldn’t be able to live with myself if i didn’t at least try to tell you how much more you deserve than that idiot.”

⋆ “don’t tell your coworkers, but you’re my favourite.”

⋆ “i know it’s like your job or whatever, but i- i’ve never had anyone protect me like that before. so, uh- thanks, i guess.”

⋆ “don’t worry. i’m not going to tell anyone that my big bad bodyguard like to be the little spoon.”

⋆ “i think if you let people see this side of you more often, you wouldn’t have any need for me.”

⋆ “we’re gonna be in this car for eight hours! you’re not gonna combust if you speak to me more than one word at a time.”

-ˏˋ. actions / scenarios ˊˎ-

⋆ while the protectee is in the process of overworking themselves, the bodyguard reluctantly steps in to make them take a break

⋆ after an event that shakes the protectee, the bodyguard silently takes their hand and doesn’t let go until they’re safe again

⋆ the bodyguard gets injured in the process of coming between the protectee and a physical threat and, in a panic, the protectee fusses over them as they gingerly tend to their wounds

⋆ after overhearing a personal argument that leaves the protectee upset, a very out-of-their-depth bodyguard tries their best to comfort them

⋆ whilst trying to cheer up a downtrodden protectee, the otherwise stoneyfaced bodyguard divulges the first pieces of personal information they’ve ever given to anyone on the job

⋆ during an overnight protection detail, the bodyguard finds themselves keeping company to an insomniac protectee

⋆ one finally building up the courage to ask the other out on a date once their professional relationship is over

[oliviascully]

I have a headcanon that at some point Daniel introduced the terms “spooning,” and “big and little spoon” to Armand, but Armand has never fully understood why it’s called that or how to use these terms.

So when he wants to cuddle, he’ll say “Daniel, can we be spoons?”

And Armand really likes being little spoon.

[sea-lanterns]

Final Girl! Reader in Navia’s fic is so downbad for her that she does not care that she ate people. (Tbh, they deserved it for trying to sacrifice her in the first place)

Anyways, what’s funny about this is that I can see Navia coming back from her late night hunts with blood all over her face and Reader is like “Navia! What did I say about washing your face after you eat?” And then proceeding to wipe her face clean with a wet napkin like she didn’t just eat the flesh of other humans.

Domestic daily life with a succubus gf 🥺

[starrgaziinggg]

BOYFRIEND TEXTS PART THREE | kim seungmin

idol seungmin x reader

->anon request: seungmin doesn’t say I love you enough and gets upset about it

Hope you enjoy this one my lovely anon!!! Thankyou so so much for the request <3

[shaythey]

You actually draw the fluffiest cutest reed900 honestly

Thank u!! I love these idiots 😭 ♥️

[circe69]

Hello! can i request sub!ghost x dom,f!reader

*cracks knuckles* *rolls neck* yes.

a soft whimper involuntarily escaped ghosts mouth as you slowly climbed up onto his lap.

he’d been reading a book, lounging on his cot in almost complete darkness before you grabbed the book from his hand and threw it onto the floor beneath you.

“what’re you doin, pest” he whispered, as you scooted up his lap to close the distance between the two of you.

you hummed in response, “needed a place to sit,” you said as you gripped his balaclava from the back of his head, making his chin turn upwards and revealing the flesh of his neck to you, which you started placing slow open mouthed kisses on.

“mmph,” ghost moaned, but tried to cover it up with a hand over his mouth.

“you like that?” you said, placing your tongue on his collarbone and sliding it all the way up to his sharp jawline.

ghosts hands fidgeted, he was nervous, but dangerously excited for what you’d do next. “y-yes,” he stuttered out as he softly squeezed the meat on your hips. you were in the middle of sucking a dark hickey on his toned pec when you leaned up to say, “speak up.”

“mm, yes,” he grunted loudly, almost embarrassed. what if someone heard him?

“good,” you leaned up to peck the side of his lips slowly, “i’m glad.”

[painted-kneecaps]

would you guys be mad at me if this week’s p&p&t chapter was just insufferable found family fluff and did nothing at all to advance the plot. because i think we need that collectively as a society

[douxmae]

Petition for more hugs in LMK! I feel like they both need it 💛

[creamecream]

“Whiskey on ice,

Sunset and vine,

You’ve ruined my life by not being mine,

You’re so gorgeous, I can’t say anything to your face, ‘cause look at your face,

And I’m so furious at you for making me feel this way,

But what can I say?

You’re gorgeous,”

Magnolia May belongs to @abyssnighthawk

[lingering-42-long]

Hiiii. I really wanted to ask for a fic about Captain Price. Something telling about him being in a relationship with someone who is younger (an appropriate age). Details: Can be an NSFW or SFW, either option is.

Thank you, I love your stories ^3^)

Age

John price x f! reader

Hello everyone! Once again, I have failed to load on a daily basis lol. I blame my writers block.

The story you are about 12 year separate in age. You are 23 and he is 35.

Enjoy!

Warnings: fluff, no mention of (y/n), John being slightly insecure about his age.

John felt old, like really old. When he got out of bed this morning, he could feel his bones crack and pop underneath the pressure, his back hurt slightly, and he was already in a grumpy mood, without his coffee or cigar for that matter, but deciding it was too early for the cigar, he settled with the coffee.

Looking over at you, he couldn’t help but feel old. Between you and him, It was an age gap of 12 years. It wasn’t a super big gap, but it definitely was off putting one too some. Some people called her a Golddigger and some people called him a creep. He didn’t care so much what they called him. As long as they kept you out of the picture he was fine he could deal with the torment.

Being a military wife wasn’t easy and he knew that. There have been multiple times where you had to make the tough decision of choosing between attending school or helping him on more than one occasion. He hated that. Being in the military meant that you moved a lot online school was an option, but you really wanted to attend inside a building with other people, your age, studying and learning together. John sometimes felt like he had ripped that away from you.

John rarely felt loathing for himself. He was very comfortable in his own skin and his own decisions. Sure, he had made decisions poorly in the past, and he does regret those, but he sees no reason onto why he should linger what he can’t fix. But it was days like these, where he got to really reflect on his life did he realize how much of an impact he had on other people… on you. If there was one thing, he hated the most it was the fact that he had to constantly be on the move leaving you to fend for yourself, in a new town that you had just moved in only to be picked up once again by the winds to move to another new town, again.

He knew that your education was so important. You’ve been working on your bachelors in your respected field and it had taken so long for you. With the constant moving and readjusting almost every two years or so, it was hard on you both.

John also regretted not having a proper honeymoon with you or a proper wedding for that matter. Yes you too did have a wedding with close friends and family members and it was really cute a little backyard wedding at one of his friends cottage farms, But he knew that you liked the city. He knew that you had a ton of other people that you wanted to invite, but due to him, leaving for departure soon, getting married, and at that time, not really having the greatest amount of money… it was rather hard for both of them who they wanted to invite.

The honeymoon was also postponed for a solid year as well, and when he was able to take you, it wasn’t nearly as long as he wanted. Once again, getting whisked away to serve his country. What was supposed to be a whole month was reduced down to only two weeks.

You were always OK with it. You always understood that this was just a part of being in the military. There was barely any time really for you two, as you both were competing for one another, as well as for the workplace calling out for him. Any time he had to tell you that he had to pick up and go again, you always gave him a smile and said where to and always try to make the best out of the situation…. He loved that about you. He loved how resilient you were. It took a lot to really irritate you and that’s what draw him to you. What had become a simple greeting at a local grocery store, had become their lives now.

Going back to reality he finally made his way to the kitchen to make coffee for both of them. He knew you would be up soon. You rarely slept in when he woke up. He was an old man with old habits. Waking up at three in the morning was some thing he was very accustomed to. You had adapted to that.

He made his coffee black while fixing yours the way you like it. Milk with a little bit of sugar to cut the bitterness out. His mind returning back to his wariness about his own issues. He didn’t understand why he was so reminiscent and methodical about the past.

He felt a hand, gently rest on his shoulder, followed by a head. It was you. You had just woken up and was still coming around.

“Morning love.” Price smiled softly as he turned around to hand you your coffee, and give your father had a gentle kiss. You had your hair in that cute little messy bun that he always enjoyed seeing you in, wearing an oversize shirt over his boxers that you had stolen. You had that tire drunken look that you always got in the morning when you were first waking up.

“Did I disturb you?” he asked, even though he knew the answer.

You shook your head and gently slept on your coffee while leaning on your husband.

He carefully ushered you into the living room with him so that he could enjoy his coffee sitting down with you versus standing up in the kitchen. You carefully curled yourself around him and wrapped a blanket over both of you. As the coffee was slowly kicking into your system, you asked,

“Did you sleep well?”

He had to think about this one actually. Did he sleep good? He felt like he did but at the same time he didn’t really feel all that restful, not like the other times he had.

“ It was all right. What about you love? This morning I caught you snoring.” he chuckled as he made light teasing with her. She made a pathetic, whining sound, and gave his shoulder, a gentle slap, which in return, made him chuckle and give her a tighter hug before placing a kiss on the top of her head. They sat in silence for a few more minutes. This was their ritual to slowly wake themselves up from their sleepy minds.

Once again, Price’s mind wandered. It was drifting all over the place. He felt like he was on a raft in a very rough sea. He felt a tap on his shoulder before he looked at you.

“Hmm? Yes love?” He asked.

“ What are you thinking about?” You ask as you gently set up a little bit more straighter, watching and reading his expression. He may be a soldier and a captain At that, but you had mastered the ability to read this light little details in his face. The way his eyes creased when he was smiling or the way his brow furrowed when he was in deep thought about something that he wasn’t too sure about. The way his left eye would twitch if something was irritating him. And the way he would pop his hands if he was bored.

“Am I too old for you?” John never beat around the bush. He was straight to the point all the time, but this wasn’t also the first time he had asked this question. He had asked it a few times prior before marrying you and during your marriage.

“ you know my answer, no of course not. Besides, I like older guys they have better understanding of how the world works and they have a better grip on their shoulders.”

You looked at him, letting him know that you approved at his age. He gave a slight home as he took more sips of his coffee.

“ I’ve just been thinking… I guess my mind is playing tricks on me… I’ve never been the type to be insecure about myself, but… I guess this morning when I got out of bed and felt pain, It made me feel really feel old, And I guess it’s borrowed from there.” He looked at her. “ if we have kids by the time they turned 10 I will be well into my 40s or 50s…. Are you sure you still want a life like that with me?” He looked at her with those soft, steel-blue eyes.

“Always. I would always want a life with you. I looked back at my friends who are marrying young guys, and their relationship isn’t doing as great as ours. Either both or one of them is more immature than the other, and it leaves the relationship feeling hollow or unstable…. I mean I hope you feel that we have a strong relationship, I feel like we do.” His wife fiddled with the blanket that was on top of them.

“Love you make me the happiest man, I love you never forget that, yeah?” He smiled and kissed her, this time on the lips.

“I love you too, my captain.” You chuckled and kissed back, feeling his bristly beard hairs, tickle your cheek as he deepened the kiss.

“So….” She looked at him once the kiss ended.

“So what my dear?” He asked.

“When can we try for a baby?” You asked looking innocently at him which was the worst timing for him, as he was just taking a sip of coffee before nearly spitting it out, which still resulted in him coughing a little bit.

“Are you serious love?” He frowned looking at her “ I don’t want you making any irrational decisions on my behalf.”

“Don’t be silly! I want a child too! I’ve just been waiting for you.”

“But what about your schooling? Would it be easier for you to finish that first before starting a family?” he was also worried about his career, not being able to spend time with his children, but that was for a different note.

“ I think I’ll be fine.” You smiled. “Schooling will always be there for me to go anytime, but the opportunity for a child may not always be there.” John sat down his mug on the little end table and hugged her close. “When should I start?”

“How about now captain?” You smirked, also setting your mug down.

“Oh my dove, you are one feisty woman arn’t ya” he chuckled and brought his wife’s wish to reality.

[holographic-mars]

How did Cosmos and Soundwave get together? Were they pining for centuries or were they open about feelings? How did other mechs react to them being together?

OUHH I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS FOR THIS ONE I STRUGGLE TO MAKE A DECISION,, I was actually talking with a mootie (FORGIVE ME MOOTIE I FORGOT TO REPLY IM SO SORRY) about this and I still couldn’t make up my mind on how I think they’d get together.

There’s definitely pining. Cosmos is the first one to realize his feelings and he tries really hard to deny them at first. He’s not had a good history with relationships and he fully believes that Soundwave is WAYY out of his league (unfortunately, he’s not very subtle with his feelings, and the cassettes find out nearly right away and tease him so badly about it).

Soundwave doesn’t develop feelings right away; it starts off as a fascination with Cosmos. Cosmos is insecure yet bold, he’s funny and a little airheaded but incredibly capable and has a quick wit. Soundwave eventually gets comfortable and content with Cosmos, and it kind of all hits him at once. Soundwave suddenly realizes how safe and warm and happy he feels with the autobot, and his plating suddenly feels hot and his spark feels like it might burst out of his chest. He quickly pushes the feeling down and goes on about his day.

They pine for eachother in such an obvious and embarrassing way that everyone around them is so sick of it and so confused as to why they can’t see how obsessed they are with one another. I like to think that Cosmos gets bold eventually, he’s comfortable with Soundwave and the cassettes teasing sort of puts a fire under him to start subtly, almost jokingly, trying to court Soundwave. Of course the mech doesn’t realize it at first—his recordicons had to sit him down one day and spell it out for him, that when Cosmos offers to bake his favorite treats and watch some earth documentaries with him it’s not a completely platonic gesture.

As Soundwave becomes more receptive to Cosmos’ courting gestures (and eventually subtly returns them) Cosmos gets more bold and sappy with his flirting. He learns that Soundwave likes directness. He learns that Soundwave gets flattered easily by cute ufos. Once they start actually ‘dating’, he also learns that he needs approval from all five of Soundwave’s recordicons to even think about conjunxing the mech. And he decides it’s all worth it for Soundwave.

Anyways this is so all over the place I’m so sorry 😭 I like to think that getting together was very long and drawn out because both of them are pretty hesitant and kinda don’t really know what they’re doing, but by god Cosmos has more cheesy pickup lines than he knows what to do with so he’s gonna use them.

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK IM SORRU IT TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER!!! 💚💚🛸🛸

[leapdayowo]

Welcome Home Goop!Wally au

First encounter

I’ve been debating the name I want for this au for a bit, but I’ll go with goop!wally au because that’s what he is! In this au, the Welcome Home neighbors are not puppets and Wally is a goop creature (with some powers,,). There will be a lot of focus on Barnaby and Wally as kids at first, but then the other neighbors will get pulled into the story :) I don’t know what else to say about it rn as I want to post art of the key points in the au

“Hello”