#this is the fluffest fluff to ever fluff

[reidmania]

post it note | s. reid

summary; when yours and spencer's schedules begin to clash making it hard to see each other - even while living together, a silent act of affection in the shape of a post it note helps make all better.

warnings; fem reader, reader has a job that needs her to wake up early, literally no angst really at all, this is pure fluff, the fluffest fluff ever, established relationships, this was gonna be a no dialogue fic, but there is dialogue and its the sweetest ever. spencer is clingy, spencer is SOO in love.

an; this is the fluffiest shit ive ever written, also i finally figured out how to make custom colours on this silly thing. 2k words yay.

It was a month since Spencer had asked you to move in with him when it all started. You wanted to be able to see each other more, since it was difficult to do so when he was being called out to cases constantly. While you would see each other when he got back, see each other whenever you could, between your work, and his, it made it difficult. You already had clothes at his house. The first time you had ever come over, he had given you a drawer in his dresser, dedicated to whatever you wanted to put into it.

That drawer grew to your necklaces and rings being left on his side table, a version of your perfume next to his cologne on top of his dresser, a toothbrush next to his in the white mug he used as a makeshift toothbrush holder, a pair of your shoes by the door, a few of your coats hanging up next to his by the entrance, your favourite snacks and drinks stocked in his pantry and fridge, you basically already lived there – because Spencer wanted you to be comfortable in the place of his house whenever you were there

So you moving in was a no brainer.

Unfortunately, it seemed the issue wasn’t such an easy fix. While you got comfortable in his home, and saw him somewhat more than before, new issues occurred. He didn’t get home most nights till you were already fast asleep, curled up on the side of the bed dedicated to you, he would shower and change as quietly as possible not to wake you, then he would slip into bed and pull you into his arms. You would shuffle and ease into his touch, he would fall asleep holding you, you would remain asleep in his arms.

Then, in the morning you would wake up before him to leave for work. You hated that, having to unwrap his arms from you and watch him shuffle uncomfortably before finding a replacement to your warmth in the thick covers. You would get ready quietly, before you would spend a moment sitting on the edge of the bed, making sure he was comfortable as you brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead, admiring his peaceful features, placing a kiss on his forehead before you left for the day.

When you did see each other, properly, consciously. Everything was fine, it was great. It was mostly when Spencer got to finish work earlier, being able to be home for dinner when you made it. Sometimes he would call you and ask you to hold off making dinner till he got home, just so he could make it with you. You always would. Those evenings the two of you would spend in the kitchen making dinner with each other, he would wrap his arms around your waist, pressing his chest against your back as he leant down to rest his chin on your forehead. You’d sway softly together to whatever music you had been playing quietly in the background while he mumbled gently whispers of love into your ear.

On the mornings you didn’t have to work as early, you’d sleep in, Spencer would wake up earlier those days to spend the morning with you before he had to leave for work. He would pull you closer so you were basically laying on his chest, he would pepper your face with kisses as you let out a string of sweet laugher that made his chest swell. It was the same routine, he would lean in for a kiss, you’d complain about morning breath and then kiss him anyways before you brushed your teeth together making sweet jokes. 

The sweet evenings and giddy mornings made those nights and mornings you didn’t get to properly spend time together a little easier to cope with.

The idea came to you one night while you were cleaning up before bed. Spencer had called you a few hours ago to let you know that he was going to be there a little later. He always lets you know. He didn’t want to leave you hanging, and he never did. You understood the demands of his job, you’d never blame him for that. You two were handling the difficulties the best you could. However as you cleaned the kitchen your mind drifted. 

Moments later you were digging through the drawers in his home office, pulling out a pile of dulled out pink post it notes (ones he had started using rather than yellow ones because you said you liked them.) You grabbed a pen from the collection he had laid out, neatly organised on the side of his desk, and wrote a soft ‘I love you’ on the top note, before pulling it away from the rest of the collection, placing the rest back in his draw and putting his pen back, exactly how it was, before you stood and paddered through the house.

You stuck it to the door where you knew he would see it. You didn’t have to worry about him missing it. Spencer spent time making sure the doors and windows were locked, not only because he knew the dangers of otherwise, but he had taken that small routine so much more seriously since you had moved in. You knew he would notice it. That's all you wanted. Sure, you could’ve just sent it as a text, but chances are Spencer would see it as soon as you sent it. That wasn’t what you wanted. The nights you weren’t up to see him when he got home, you weren’t able to mumble the soft reminder to him before you fell asleep, give him any sort of affection later in the night. It was a small thing, but you hoped he found it sweet.

The next morning you woke up tangled in Spencer’s arms. He was fast asleep, eyebrows furrowed in comfort, lips slightly parted as soft breaths left his lips. Your heart pulled as you untangled yourself from his arms and left the bed. You watched for a moment as his brows furrowed further, arms reaching out for your body in his sleep and your stomach flipped. That moment you looked away, knowing if you didn’t you would end up back in his arms and not at work. You moved around the room quietly, getting yourself ready trying your best not to wake him. 

“Come back” You heard his voice and your head spun to see he had shifted to sit up a little bit more, watching as you moved around the room. His eyes were lidded with sleep and he was clearly unimpressed by your absence. This was why you tried to be so quiet in the mornings. He had said numerous times you could wake him up before you left, but then the one time you did, it ended in you both calling in sick to work and staying in bed for way too many hours.

“Good morning” You replied as you pulled on your jacket before you walked over to him. Not giving into his request despite how much you wanted to. You hand reached out to brush strands of messy hair away from his forehead, then getting distracted and running your hand gently through the soft strands of hair. His hand caught your wrist softly, pulling your hand to interlace his fingers with yours before he pressed his lips against your knuckles softly, your chest warmed.

“Hi angel,” he mumbled back, looking up at you. His hand gently tugged on yours trying to silently plead you back into his arms. It took a lot of self control not to give in and bury yourself into the place next to him, forget about work and any responsibilities and lose to him.

But you had a moment, and if Spencer was awake, you would spend it with him.

“How was work?” You asked, a lot of the time the question came the day after. Not hearing about his day immediately didn’t make you any less interested in hearing about it. You allowed yourself to shuffle closer to him, your forearm resting gently against his chest as he continued to press his lips against your knuckles softly.

He huffed out a warm breath of air against the skin of your fingers, “Fine, I missed you” he said gently. You were sure every time he said something your heart doubled in size, because although you had heard the words from him maybe a million times, it didn’t change how sweet he sounded saying them. The rest of the time you had before needing to leave for work was a mix between getting ready, and trying to deny Spencer’s soft plea’s for you to stay just a few minutes more before he finally gave in to letting you leave for the day, not without a few soft kisses to your lips, and your loving complaint about morning breath.

When you left the bedroom, ready, you made your way to the kitchen to make coffee like every other morning. You and Spencer liked two different types of coffee beans, he always made sure to keep them both stocked. You got the travel cup ready before making your way over to the pantry to get out your coffee beans, your heart swelled almost painfully at the sight when you opened the door.

The post it note you had stuck to the door, was placed on your bag of coffee beans. You had almost forgotten about it, but with the silent acknowledgement that he had seen it, you couldn’t help the smile on your face. The fact he could have just smiled and binned it, but instead moved it to a place he knew you would see it, like you had for him. It was the silent act of love and affection that made the nights and mornings you didn’t get to spend time together so much easier.

When you got home, before you went to bed you moved the post it note to his desk in his home office, when you woke up to leave for work, he had moved it to your work bag. From that point on it became a silent game between the two of you. Neither of you vocally acknowledged it, you didn’t need to. Each night before you went to bed you would move it for him to find when he got home, each morning you would find it in a new place. It became something you looked forward to everyday, finding out where he had placed it.

It had been a year since it started, the same post it note was used every time, the same one that you had placed on the door the first time. You both kept up with it, there wasn’t a single day either of you skipped moving it around, even the days you had off, or the days Spencer finished early. Whoever woke up first would move it, and whoever went to bed last would move it again. 

You were wrapped in Spencer’s arms, one of the nights he was able to finish early. You were pretty sure he had already moved the post it note since he had pressed kisses against your forehead before telling you to stay in bed, before he left the room for a few minutes, then returned with a giddy smile.

He was half asleep when he murmured out your name, your head resting on his chest as his arms remained tightly wrapped around you. You had let out a soft hum in response, the tiredness affecting you just as much as him. He had leant down and nuzzled his face into your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo before pressing a soft kiss against the top of your head.

“When I propose, I'm gonna do it with a thousand post it notes” He spoke so gently, voice laced with sleep. Your breath hitched slightly even in the tired state, your mind fogged and your chest aches – in the best way at the mention of him proposing. The vocal mention of the game you two had been playing for the last year of your relationship, the fact the silent ache was so insanely important to him, just like it was to you.

“Yeah?” you whispered back. You felt him nod into your hair as his fingers came to slowly brush through the strands.

“Mhm, Then I wanna be buried with the original.”

[sugawhaaa]

Soul x reader

At p1ece

{SOUL VER}

💋Pairing:: bf! Soul x keehos sister

💫Genre::fluffest fluff to ever fluff. Like I'm actually giggling and kicking my feet rn

💋Summary:: your keehos little sister and recently you started dating shota. It's not that Keeho doesn't approve of your relationship he's just a little protective.

💫A/N:: If you're not Korean just pretend that your keehos adopted sister and that's why he's so protective. If you are Korean he's protective because...he is idk LOL

💋Word count:: 850

💫Warnings:: none(?)

It was late in the night and you were scrolling through your phone. Suddenly you got a message from soul.

Bae: why u still awake (°3°)

You chuckled and opened the message.

You: I could ask you the same thing

You replied and instantly you saw three dots pop up on your screen.

Bae: smh

Bae: thinking bout you //^-^//

You liked his message and looked at your brother on the other side of your room. Fast asleep in his bed.

You: Wyd rn?

You wanted to sneak into his room but you needed to make sure he was okay with it first.

Bae: sitting in bed (,,°•°,,)

You: can I join you :3

You hesitantly sent it to him. Your heart raced as you waited for him to reply.

Bae: doors unlocked :3

You crawled out of your bed and snuck past your brother to the door. You carefully opened it and crept out into the dark dorms. You looked across the hall to see Soul's door open a Crack. You grinned and went over to it, carefully opening it. He looked up at you and smiled, waving for you to come inside. You shut the door and hopped on the bed. He had his switch in his hand.

"I was wondering if you wanted to play animal crossing with me?" He chuckled as he opened the console. You smiled. Playing animal crossing with him was as comforting as being in your nice warm bed after a long day. You brushed back his hair with a smile.

"You know me too well," you said as you put your head on his shoulder as he opened the game. The loading screen illuminates your faces. You strummed your hands through his blonde and blue hair like a harp as the clicking on the buttons echoed throughout the room. His plushies made a nice throne for the two of you as you snuggled against him. You could hear his heart beating softly as you put your head on his chest. Your hand rested on his stomach and you moved your hand up and down slowly. "You're growing a lot of muscle here," you teased and pinched his abs playfully. He giggled with his fang teeth poking out, his cheeks turning pink.

"Break dancing really improves your muscles," he explains as he continues to play his game, your hand under his tank top. "I don't work out hardly ever, it's just dancing tones your body," he smiled softly.

"I see. That makes sense though," you say as you watch him change his character's outfit.

"I see you're growing in certain areas too," he teased as he looked at your revealed chest. Your tank top hung low and was tight-fitted. He kissed your neck softly.

"Perv," you said as you hit him playfully. He laughed before you heard footsteps in the hallway. You covered his lips and he blushed, his heart skipping a beat. Your body was pressed right against his and the feeling was so overwhelming to him. If he was in an anime his nose would be bleeding and hearts would flutter from his head. The footsteps went back into their room before the door shut. The two of you sighed simultaneously before chuckling. You snuggled back down into the bed sheets and wrapped your arms around him.

"I think I'm gonna try to sleep now," you hummed as you closed your eyes.

"Oh do you want me to turn the switch off so it's less bright?" Shota said as he turned down the brightness manually. You shook your head.

"No, it's okay. Watching you play is calming," you explained as you cracked your eyes open to watch him play.

"Okay baby," he said as he patted your head. You blushed and grinned cheekily.

You sigh and melt into his arms "I always feel at peace with you…"

°☆° next morning °☆°

"Why were you in Soul's room last night?" Keeho confronted you as you made coffee.

"Huh?" You said tiredly as you poured your coffee into a Pikachu mug.

"This morning you weren't in your bed and you and Shota came out of his room. Also this," Keeho stated before pulling out his phone. He showed you a photo that Soul took last night. You were asleep on him and he took a selfie and put text over it saying "Got your sis in my lap :p" you blushed and noticed in the photo there was a little mark where Soul had kissed you. You covered your neck and blushed.

"Soul!" You shouted as he crawled out of the bathroom. He made a little hum noise as he came over to you. "First of all, that's a very nice photo you should send that to me," you said as you gestured to the photo Keeho held up on his phone. "Secondly…" you said before your voice went to a whisper in Soul's ear. "You could've told me that the "kiss" you gave me was a hickey!" You whisper yelled and Soul just shrugged poking his tongue out. "You're lucky you're cute,"

[lantanasmuttyfanfics]

May i request Red and Wolf the fluffest fluff maybe a little bit of angst pretty please😊

Ahhhh I can’t believe summer is almost over like I’m dreading going back to school because like eww if only I lived in some world like ever after high

Anyway back with one of my fav couples ever and I hope you guys aren’t sick of them because there are loads of red x wolf commissions

Hope you enjoyed and have a great dayy!!

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Wolf sighed nervously as he inspected the basket once more, his blood running through his veins rapidly as he waited in the forest.

It was a warm spring night with flowers at full bloom and fireflies littering the woods, the sight was something straight out of a fairytale and it something that Wolf thanked.

As he went to check for the hundredth time that everything was in order he suddenly froze as his enhanced hearing picked the sound of crunching of twigs and leaves under light footsteps.

Just as he stood his eyes gleaming, a figure of a young woman dressed in a red hood appeared before him a warm smile on her face.

“Sweetheart.” He grinned, his hand extending to her waist as he picked her up with a twirl. She laughed her hood falling back and the moonlight hitting her eyes.

Wolf could have sworn that he was entranced right then and there, his heart pounding so fast he feared she’d hear.

But he didn’t have to worry as he felt Reds rapid heart beat against his chest as he pressed her against him.

“I’ve missed you.”

“I know sweetheart. I’ve missed you too.”

A somber smile made its way on her rosy face as she leaned her head against his shoulder. She hated the sneaking around and having to hide her relationship.

“I wish it didn’t have to be this way…” she sucked in a breath, her fingers squeezing his shoulders. “I don’t want to pretend anymore.”

Wolf felt his heart clench as he gazed down at her. He also hated it, he hated when other guys sent her declarations of love, hated having to pretend he hated her in front of others, hated having to keep this a secret.

But they were no fools, they saw how people treated and acted towards the good king and the evil queen after they found they were together.

Saw how they ostracized the evil queen even more and tried to persevere the good king to end things with her.

And while he loved Red with all his might and heart, he didn’t have it in him to subject her to such cruelty, if it was happening just to him he’d scream that they were together but it wasn’t.

So they settled for keeping the relationship a secret, meeting only at privet location and usually at night.

“Trust me sweetheart if I had my way the whole of ever after would know about us.” Red softly chuckled, her eyes flitting to the basket on the ground.

Following her eye trail Wolf suddenly perked up as he sat on the ground while pulling Red with him. She sat with a huff as she tried to peak in the basket.

Wolf smirked at closed the lid, his hand coming up in front of her eyes. “Close your eyes tell me what it tastes like.” Red softly rolled her eyes but did as told.

As he plated a piece of gooseberry pie, he peaked at her shut eyes his heart pounding as he brought the fork up to her mouth.

In the first month of them dating Wolf had learnt that Red was obsessed with gooseberry pie but because nearly none of the bakeries ever made it she rarely ate it while at ever after high.

So he had taken it upon himself to learn to bake. And for months he practiced baking pies, cakes, tarts until he felt confident enough that he could make an edible gooseberry pie.

And so tonight was the night he would find out if he had finally been able to make that damned pie.

As Reds lips wrapped around the fork she gasped her eyes flying open as she stared at him delight in her eyes.

“Is that-!” She clapped her hands, grabbing the fork from her boyfriend as she took a second bite. She would have been embarrassed by her lack of manners but she hadn’t tasted this pie in near four months.

“Where did you get this?” Wolf chuckled while also internally sighing in relief as Red practically devoured the pie. He was only glad that he’d made her happy.

“I umm-.” His cheeks tinted as he rubbed at his neck a wave of embarrassment coursing through him. He feared she’d think less of him if she found out about his not so manly hobby.

But as she stared at him with her big doe eyes he cleared his throat saying goodbye to his piece of dignity. “I… made it myself.”

Red stopped chewing, she blinked once then twice and then again as she looked between him and the pie.

A part of her couldn’t believe it, she knew Wolf had little like for sweets and preferred a bloody steak to anything else so the fact that he was admitting to doing this for her had tears of admiration falling from her eyes.

Wolf panicked as he saw the tears, his mind racing with endless whys. Just as he was about to question her, Reds arms flung to his shoulders her lips leaving warm kiss to his.

“I don’t deserve you! You- your to good for me.”

Wolf growled as he heard her words, his hand cupping her cheek as he made her look at him. “Don’t say that ever again. I’m the one to doesn’t deserve you.”

Before she could protest he smooshed their lips together, his mouth filling with the subtle taste of gooseberry pie.

“Oh how I love you…”

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New fic coming either tomorrow or Saturday and buckle in bc it’s eq x gk with red x wolf like two of my faves in one

Anyway went to the beach today and tell me why the sun disappeared within the first thirty minutes of being there like I want to tan not sit under the clouds

Hope you enjoyed and have a great dayy!!

[tequiilasunriise]

Wenclair is great as goth x pastels, sunshine x storm cloud, black cat x golden retriever, sun and moon life and death yin and yang etc etc etc-

BUT!

Have y’all considered how perfectly their vibes encapsulate:

✨ao3 gf x wattpad gf✨

Headcanons below! This got super long sorry not sorry!

Enid is SO a trashy unapologetic wattpad writer who uses text to speech to throw together her surprisingly popular fanfics

Wednesday is a sophisticated ao3 user who secretly enjoys getting constructive criticism of her novels and other short stories that she posts there

Enid is the typa author to reply to EVERY comment with heartfelt messages and plenty of emojis

Wednesday is the typa author to never reply to comments but deep down enjoys the kudos and compliments

Enid is a oneshot funshot queen, meanwhile Wednesday has several multi-chapter works going on at the same time

Enid has a super spontaneous updating schedule where she’ll post when she posts

Wednesday updates her works every Wednesday (on the nose I know) and follows a STRICT schedule, she has never missed an update day not fer anything ever

Enid prolly has a cutesy username like ‘kittygotclaws’ or smth idk I dont go on wattpad

Wednesday goes by ‘DaysEnd’ on ao3 and REALLY it's quite on the nose

Everyone knows of Enid's wattpad acc bc she openly talks about it even on her blog, everytime a fic hits some sorta milestone she flexes it to the whole friend group like some sorta proud soccer mom

Wednesday is SUPER SECRETIVE about her ao3 acc, Thing is the only soul who knows of it bc he helps beta read

DaysEnd being a rising ao3 fan favorite amongst the Nevermore student body omg so true so slay of you Miss Addams (she tells Thing she does not care for such popularity but deep down revels in people actually appreciating her work, unlike some publishers out there)

They really like her strong imagery, plot twists, and her stories are pretty gore-heavy but the narration is quite compelling (seriously, she goes so in depth on random macabre shit like different types of murders, ways to cover up said murders, poisons and upkeep on daggers and all this dark shit etc etc that a popular comment she’ll get is ‘hey not to be rude but whats your search history like because how do you KNOW all this??’)

Meanwhile Enid mainly writes fanfics of her fav kpop bands and other OTPs that are often AUs or canon divergent heavy, sometimes she’ll pop off with the most hilarious fanfic that is pure CRACK

That being said, Enid’s works have some pretty damn good dialogue I just know it in my bones that she’s a character driven type of writer

Her emotional introspection is also? Surprisingly good?? Like damn when the feels hit they HIT, Enid is definitely the type to write the fluffest fluff, the angstiest angst, and the most cathartic hurt/comfort you’ll ever read if you make the conscious decision to look past her occasional grammatical errors and other typos

Wednesday’s original works, on the other hand, definitely aren't as much of a heartthrob, they’re probably more plot driven with less space for overly descriptive emotional scenes (both writing styles are valid as hell, mind you)

One day Enid discovers Wednesday’s secret ao3 and lives to tell the tale because deep down Miss Addams is a GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL GAY

In exchange for keeping hush hush, Wednesday has to become Enid’s full-time beta reader for every. Single. Fic.

Wednesday HATES such drivel but agrees to such terms in order to keep her secret safe, much to Thing’s teasing delight over how soft she is for her fellow writer (“For producing such literary muck, she does not even deserve the privilege to tarnish such a title.” “I know what you are, Wednesday.” “What kind of threat is that?”)

I mean that being said, Wednesday gets low key invested in the sapphic otp fanfics Enid seems to have a penchant for writing when the fic isn’t kpop centered, her interest stems from uh nooooo reassooonnn noshutupThingthisdoesntmeananything-

When Enid brings up branching out to writing about OCs like Wednesday does-

Wednesday hates fandom terms like ‘OCs’ btw

-Wednesday encourages Enid to branch out in a very… Wednesdayish way

Like, she’s supportive but you gotta unpeel at least three layers of deflection and deadpanning to get to the real meaning

So yeah!! Enid branches out and starts writing silly little oneshots about various OCs, and if Wednesday notes that all of the stories revolve around gay characters, and if Thing notices how invested Wednesday gets in these silly little sapphics to point where he keeps commenting on it….

Andddd that’s the story of how Enid came back to the dorm with Thing being locked up in the drawer while Wednesday is burying her face in her pillow in what looks like a half-hearted attempt of suffocating herself

Anyways Wednesday’s repressed ass starts to ‘vent’ in her fanfics, if people start noticing DaysEnd incorporating more romance into their works no they don't stfu

It gets to the point where she ‘confesses’ to Enid by having Viper confesses to this new bubbly character that was recently introduced (“These feelings you have plagued me with, you make me sick,” said Viper, “And for my sake, I hope there is no cure.”)

Enid, with a lot I mean a metric fuckton of persuasion from Thing, eventually picks up on this and confesses back

Cue Wednesday beta reading Enid’s latest wattpad work and noticing how it’s about two polar opposite roomates who somehow make it work, and when the cheery one says to the gloomy one, “I also hope there’s no cure for the way I feel about you” it suddenly all clicks for Wednesday

Anyways fanfic gfs who slay together stay together <333

[wildernessuntothemselves]

sis i tried so hard to read yamqn to read the sequel, but i left it on part 8. i stopped when jaeyun was going to be executed. you are so talented but this is so much for me, idk how will i recover from this emotional damage 😭😭😭😭 i've never felt so mad by an oc 😭

now i'll read the most fluffest fluff ever to dry my tears

Awww I'm so sorry 😞 it is a very tough read and that particular scene is a bit gorey. It's okay if you can’t continue you gotta take care of yourself ❤️❤️❤️

[darkacademicfrom2021]

Day 7 - 12 days of Christmas challenge (2022 edition)

Title: The one where Loki thinks he’s bitter and actually tastes like sugar

Theme: gingerbread (Dec 19th)

Fandom/Character(s): Loki x reader

Warnings (if applicable): fluffest fluff ever. Loki POV because I love his inner dialogue

Word Count: 400

December writing challenge prompted and organized by @12daysofchristmas

Loki doesn’t like sweets.

He actually hates them. He didn’t grow up with the processed sugar Midgard offered and definitely does not want to start obsessing over them now, like his brother does.

He finds more often than not different culinary marvels from Earth that are a delight to his posh palate, but they’re always small savory servings of exotic foods no one in the compound actually eats.

But here he is, bearing with you the insomnia and your hyperactivity, helping you bake the so-beloved Christmas cookies you insisted —at least three or four times before convincing him— on trying out.

It was your grandmother’s recipe and —although you lacked basic cooking skills and more than once you’ve had to almost evacuate the compound’s kitchen— you wanted to recreate it by taste alone.

“Here, try”, you reached up the spoon to his mouth and he frowned, pressing his lips. You said he looked adorable doing that so he has been trying to do it more often around you. Not for anything in particular, he simply enjoys making you smile. “You’re gonna like it”.

“I doubt it”, he raised an eyebrow.

“Come on, open up”, you said in between chuckles, and he licked the spoon with weariness. “Good boy”, you joked, and he almost choked on dough. “So? Is it good?”.

“It’s raw, I wouldn’t know”, he said, rolling his eyes. His face feels warm, is he blushing? Oh, Norns. He sure hopes he isn’t. “You’ve got to bake it”.

“I don’t want to ruin an entire batch”, you muttered, and licked the spoon too. You pondered for a few seconds and nodded. “Yeah, seems about right”.

“Why is it… spicy?”, he asked as you put on the mittens and opened up the stove. “Are sweets not supposed to be… just kindly sweet?”.

You sighed with a smile on your face, and looked at him as how one looks at a small duck, or a kitten. You must have thought he looked adorable, and he blushed again at the implication.

“Kindly sweet”, you repeated. Yes, he thought, as opposed to spicy sweet. Is that not the right way to say it? You sighed again and started sprinkling the gingerbread cookies with brown sugar as you muttered, “I love you so much”.

Loki doesn’t like sweets. But he allows himself to be sweet around you. He sure does like you.

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[angela-feelstoomuch]

Weeeeelcome to @jukebox-week Day 7 (!!!!) with meeee. Remember that rebloguing helps a lot and makes me really happy.

Okay, allow me to get a bit emotional. This was my first time participating in a fandom event, and it went super well, and y’all were super kind to me. THANK YOU SO MUCH! <3

Day 7: Legends Day

Sunset Curve finally makes it big, but Luke isn’t enjoying it as much as it should. He just needs his family there with him. 

OR 

Luke is the best dad and husband in the universe and needs his family as much as he needs the air in his lungs.

Sneak peek

Julie made him promise that he would call if something was wrong. And everything was wrong. But he couldn’t drop all that on her. She had enough to deal with. She was so supportive of his career. All the time. He couldn’t just call in the middle of the night to cry because he missed her and the babies. Damn. But he missed them so much. He missed her so much. Spending more than a few days apart from her made him itch, he needed to touch her every few hours just to know that she was real. Because after all those years together, he still felt like she was a dream.

And like magic, like she knew exactly how much Luke was missing them, his phone started to ring.

[thefandomthings]

Been have the feeling to write some fluff for are Blonde god, so here is the most fluffest thing ever!

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The Perfect Father

Thor x f!reader

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Do you know when you found the perfect husband? Do you know if he is perfect? Do you know if he is made for you? No. Nobody know's for sure till it come's down to you and fatherhood.

Thor is an amazing father! And ever since your daughter, Maggie was born he has done nothing but take car of her and you. Mostly spoiling Maggie since she is a daddy's girl. But you were still very cautious. It sounds horrible, but your past relationships were hell on a roller-coaster!

Once you thought you found the one, he cheated or dumped you out of the blue and you never knew why. You thought it was something you did, or how you were. But Thor changed all of that the day he proposed.

The moment you knew he was the one was just like any other day, except you, Thor and Maggie were going to stay in Asgard for a few months since Thor stayed on earth for you to have Maggie, he still was king and you were still queen so you had duties to attend to. Of course you have no problem with it! But this was a very special trip and will always be your favorite...

"Hello my dear daughter" Thor gently rocked Maggie back in forth while you packed her Midgardien clothes, as Thor calls them. Maggie looked so small in his muscular arm's, but Thor was ever so gentle with his precious daughter.

"My love are you ready?" Thor asked quietly. You nodded taking Maggie's small bag and hanging over your shoulder. Thor has worked on the volume of his voice since Maggie was born. He learned to be much quieter because if he isn't Maggie will start crying. And Thor hates whenever one of his angels cry.

You and Thor walked outside of your small Midgardien home and out into the medow behind it. Thor held Maggie and you in one arm, and his hammer in the the other. Thor called to Heimdall and a rainbow surrounded you three as your traveled across the cosmos.

You looked up and admired Thor, his face perfectly constructed, his body ever more constructed. But the thing that stood out most was his eye's. Oh how you love to look into those lighting blue eye's, or when he look's at you or your daughter. It make's you melt!

Thor looked down at you with smile, you turning a sheet of red when getting caught. Thor laughed as you landed in the bifrost, Heimdall in his usual spot. Thor bent down and attacked your lips in a sweet, laughter filled kiss.

"My love, you are cute" Thor smiled moving a piece of you hair away from your face. You blush and kiss his cheek in return. Thor's smile grew bigger at your action and greeted Heimdall.

They two men made small talk while you talked and babbled to Maggie who was busy chewing on her finger's and toe's, her drool everywhere by now. Thor peaked over his shoulder, his face showing love a fondness.

"She is keeper your majesty" Heimdall grinned, Thor nodded breathless and said his goodbye's. Heimdall waved goodbye to you and Maggie as Thor flew you to the palace.

You continued to talk quietly to Maggie, Maggie smiling and drooling over the affection. Once at the palace he set you down, grabbed your hand and led you though the palace door's. The guards, and maid's bowed to Thor as you pasted, you giving a small smils or a wave to each. Thor gripped you hand tighter, of course not to tight, hie chest was swelling with pride.

Once in the Throne room, you were greeted by Frigga talking amongst her friends in a small circle.

"Mother!" Thor voice boomed through the throne room, surprising Frigga and Maggie. Maggie looked weirdly at Thor while you giggled quietly.

Frigga immediately walk over you and Thor, a bright smile plasterered across her face. She engulfed Thor is a gentle hug then moved over to you and Maggie. Her smile grew even more at the sight of her baby granddaughter.

"Oh my, she is so precious isn't she" Frigga whispered, tears brimming in her eye's. Maggie looked up with her father's electric blue eye's, Frigga now choking back tear's.

"Would you like to hold her?" You asked extending you arm's towards Frigga. Frigga nodded and carefully took Maggie from your arm's into her's.

"She has her father's eye's" She complimented.

"Yes, she has Thor's amazing eye's" You mumbled to yourself. Unknowingly to you, Thor heard it with his godly hearing.

Thor's heart swooned at your comment, his face a pink with blush, his stomach full of small butterflies. Usually it is him that make's your face heat and stomach erupt with butterflies, but yet you are the only one that can seem to have this affect on him.

After a few minutes of Frigga talking to Maggie and you, she gave back her granddaughter and pushed you and Thor out of the room, saying you need to get comfortable and get rest.

You giggled and waved goodbye to Frigga with Maggie's small hand, Frigga practically melting on the spot. Thor rested his hand on the small of your back as he guided you to your new sleeping quarters. He opened the door a led you in first.

You were in complete awe at the massive room. No matter how many time's you stay here, you are always baffled.

You still held Maggie in you arm's while slidding her little bag of your shoulder. Thor took the bag and set it in the massive closet.

You giggled as you set up the pillow's all nice and fluffy and then gently threw Maggie onto them. She erupted with laughter, her face scrunched up in joy, her eye's were squeezed shut and her mouth was open wide.

Thor immediately came back into room after hearing his daughter's laughter. His face broke into a grin once he saw you action's. He set his hammer over by the changing table and joined you on the bed.

"My queen, how about we get some rest? Maggie look's tired after her laughter" Thor whispered taking the small child and setting her in her crib at the end of the bed. You nodded, changed out of you clothes into sleepwear; Thor followed your action's in getting ready for slumber.

You and Thor slid into bed, Maggie sound asleep with her stuffed Mjollnir in her small arm's. Thor grabbed your waist and pulled you firm against his shirtless torso. You smiled and wrapped your arm's around his neck and shoulder's bringing him close. Thor breathed out calming while wrapping his arm's around your back and resting his head in the crook of your neck.

Thor kissed the side of your head before your fell and Thor fell into a quiet sleep.

Thor woke up to the sound of Maggie small cries, Y/n still sound asleep next to him. Thor carefully untangled himself from her lambs and walked to the end of the bed. Maggie was holding stuffed Mjollnir in her hands, stuffing slowly falling out of the handle.

Thor carefully lifted Maggie into his arm's along with Mjollnir. He walked out of their room, closing the door quietly and walking to out into a living room like area. He looked out the window of the palace and watched as the snow fell in little flake's.

Maggie whined as she cried, lighting cracking in the middle of the snow fall. Thor chuckled and brought Maggie and mini Mjollnir to the rocking chair infornt of the fire. He held Maggie in one hand and a needle, a brown thread, in the other.

He licked the end of the the thread and put it through the needle. Maggie watcher her father closely as he took mini Mjollnir and the needle and started sewing the up the handle.

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You slowly opened your eye's to find Thor and Maggie missing, only a lump of stuffing left in the crib. You grabbed your blanket and walked out of your room towards the sound of humming.

You opened the door to the living room and saw Thor singing quietly to Maggie while sewing mini Mjollnir. Tears began falling down your cheeks's as you watched your husband be the best father that he was meant to be.

You were so lost in watching them, that you didn't even hear him calling your name.

"Y/n, My love are you alright?" Thor gently spoke awakening you from your thoughts. You hummed making eye contact with your beloved.

"Why are your crying angle?" Thor looked very concerned as he studied your feature's, your E/c eye's shining with more tear's.

Thor beckened you over with his hand's. You compiled and stood between his leg's. He reached up with his free hand and wiped away your stay tear's.

"Did you have a nightmare?" He whispered watching as you smiled despite your tear's.

"No, Thor. These are happy tear's! Happy tear's because I saw the most wonderful thing" Thor looked curiously up at you. You smiled taking Maggie and setting her into your arm's while you climbed into his lap. Thor chuckled and pulled you and Maggie close as you continued.

"My husband caring for his daughter with such love and affection, being the perfect husband and a even more perfect Father"

Sorry for and spelling mistakes!

[artisticflutter]

LadyNoir July - Day Two: Stargazing

I’LL BE BETTER TOMORROW I SWEAR! I wanna draaaw, but I have to get zine stuff together! ;w;

Have the shortest, fluffest drabble thing...

Rating: G Genre: Fluff Pairing(s): LadyNoir Summary: Chat Noir loves the stars and loves reading about constellations. However, they’re hard to see in Paris, but that’s okay. He knows where the best one is. Warning: No beta!

Chat Noir loved stars.

He loved looking up and seeing them casting their light from their light-years away, their distance only a testament to the vastness of space.

Chat Noir really loved it when he could see a constellation.

How people hundreds of years before them gazed upon the same sky, drawing out magnificent beings and creatures with just a few dots and their imagination, mainly for navigational purposes, was fascinating. The stories that would come to be attached to them too were wild and he recalled trying to make some up on his own when he was younger, often with his mother.

It was too bad Paris made it difficult to see more stars. The City of Lights was just far too bright that seeing stars to the level of the countryside was not possible. Some nights, he wished it could be clearer, but he found an alternative soon enough.

Hand cupping his face, eyes turning as she sat down beside him, he smiled.

“Whew! Sorry I’m late! I brought some snacks!”

 Ah, her smile was so bright – just like Sirius above them. The scent of Tom and Sabine’s signature pastries tickled his nose as she opened the box in her hand to pick something out. He picked something out after her, but didn’t take a bite, too focused on her closing the box and turning her eyes to the sky.

When the light caught her eyes like that, they really did sparkle.

He sighed, knowing he was smiling and did nothing to quell his heart.

Ladybug blinked and glanced over at him. “Aren’t we trying to see some stars tonight?”

“We are,” he started, his belt tail curling as he grinned. “But why look at those stars when I have one so close to me?”

Her laugh at his answer caused a purr to rumble in his chest.

“You’re such a dork, you know?”

“Purrhaps, but I’m your dork furever~”

She blushed and beamed and, oh, be still his heart; he leaned over and nuzzled against her cheek. He knew she didn’t feel exactly the same, but so long as he could be next to her, she’d be the brightest star in his universe.

[dreamescapeswriting]

I’ve just written the fluffest piece of fluff writing I can ever write ever so be prepared for when I come at you with angst because it will come back hard 

[maiuoart]

Swapfell Papyrus Squad

This is like, an AU of itself! All the great boyo’s with tons of different personalities! Pick your personality, I guess?? :’) God, I feel like this is a lineup for an RPG or MMO

Them Boy’s be Fly, my friends! P.S; Buncha stuff below the cut uvu ♥

Okay, so- I’ve been thinking and going through a lot of my mutuals/people I watch for Swapfell Papyrus stuff, and I’ve noticed that a lot of them are the most amazing, talented, and hard working people I’ve seen; Many of which are inspirations to me! 

From left to right, here’s the order!

@imjustalazycat ‘s Pup!

They make the MOST goofiest comics I have ever read! Their silly with it, make meme’s and just are a huge sweetheart from what I’ve gathered; I LOVE their Swapfell Papyrus, Pup! Such a cutie! Definitely one I first thought of while coming up with ‘What SF!Paps do I know and love?’ to add to this! So Darling; You’ve made me realize to let my silly side show and you’re a HUGE REASON why I’m making my own comics! You are Amazing, Wonderful with your content, and I admire you and your works so much! Thank you for everything you do!! ♥

@koicchii ‘s Max!

This dude is a BEAST. Just LOOK at him?? He’s probably the tallest out of everyone, as it should be! ;) 

Koi was the one who was pretty much at the beginning of when I first started coming around the whole Undertale AU to begin with! Hell, she found me when I really dug into the Swapfell AU hardcore; And I don’t think I’d be where I stand with my boy without her??? So, from the bottom of my heart, Koi; Thank you for helping me and keeping me going! Without you, I don’t think I would still enjoy my Mutt... But! I am super happy, even if im still trying to tweak his personality to my liking... Haha ♥ Your lil’ comics and artwork is astounding and sometimes I squeal too loudly when I see them ; w ; You’re amazing and I love you!! Thank you for everything!! ♥

Then, ya got my Mutt; ndskjhf

@cocofinny ‘s Rus!

I was at a loss for a tie from calling yours and Skesgo’s SF!Paps the same ... But-! Because Ske calls their SF!Paps Papyrus in most of their self-ship, I had to call yours Rus for this! Especially since you call him Rus in your fanfic of Panic Room!! (Still need to read the new chap :’D)

Coco is truly one of the top people who I have looked up to for a while now; Their writings and artwork always brings a smile to my face! I love how they draw their characters of any Undertale AU and their stories are like-... A gorgeous, endless sea of buffet for ones eyes!? Like, they KNOW how to make their stories so enthralling; Mind catching; and just-?? You can get so lost in their stories, it both scares and amazes me! ♥ Thank you, Coco; For everything you show us, your wonderful personality, and your hardwork all around!! 

...Did I mention they’ve made kickass meme comics that always get me busting a gut at?? The “What the fuck is that? Is that a cat?” one always got me, ndskjghd

@skesgo ‘s Papyrus! (Rus)

No, seriously, I couldn’t give both of you guys Rus :’D bdfhg Forgive me--

Ske has become one of my top idols in a fast time of pace; How they draw their skeletons to perfection and SOMEHOW ALWAYS get me FLUSTERED just by a damn scene makes me giddy as all hell! I love and adore how they make bones look hot ;) But, in all honesty; They have helped me to where I am now in art wise! I love their mini comics and their self inserts are PERFECTION! Like-!! How do you know how to do such good FLUFF?? It’s amazing and you never fail to give me them good fuzzies! ♥ Also, you’re keeping my embers alive for US!Paps; Cause I can’t seem to like him unless it’s yours??? Like, I just-... People have ruined him for me, but you’re making me constantly have contradicting feelings for him! >:v 

But!! They are super sweet and the most fluffest being I have ever came across yet! I Love how Soft their SF!Paps is and it’s honestly making me itchy to constantly hug and hold him; But thats like MANY~ ♥

Thank you Ske for bringing beautiful art and wonderful works and HC’s around ;A; ♥♥

So To You All; 

Thank You For Being My BIGGEST Inspirations!! ♥

You all rule, all are wonderful, and keep me sane with your works & posts ; v ; ♥

[ao3feed-goodomens]

Black Tea With Milk And Three Sugars

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2QdlLhr

by mtrssmustdie

the fluffest ineffable husbands domestic life ficlet you'll ever read. honestly.

Words: 562, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens)

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: ineffable husbands, Fluff, pure fluff, daily life

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2QdlLhr

[ao3feed-ineffablehusbandz]

Black Tea With Milk And Three Sugars

by mtrssmustdie

the fluffest ineffable husbands domestic life ficlet you'll ever read. honestly.

Words: 562, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens)

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: ineffable husbands, Fluff, pure fluff, daily life

source http://archiveofourown.org/works/21412042

[cat-loss]

bisexualninej said: ok i need you to pet it for me and tell it it's a good boy can u do that for me please i love ur dog

done and done!!! i also kissed him for you 😗 😗 😗  oh who am i kidding that was all for me 😂

pure-magnus said: i lob him he's such a fluff

HE IS THE FLUFFEST his paws especially are sooo fluff

alecsagitta said: omg u can only see its nose i'm !!!!! ce pufoșenie ❤❤❤

HE’S THE CUTEST TO EVER CUTE!!!! 💕 💕  dar ma enerveaza la naiba ca-i intra parul in ochi 😫 si nu sta sa i-l tund sigh

[ao3feed-crowley]

Black Tea With Milk And Three Sugars

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2QdlLhr

by mtrssmustdie

the fluffest ineffable husbands domestic life ficlet you'll ever read. honestly.

Words: 562, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens)

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: ineffable husbands, Fluff, pure fluff, daily life

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2QdlLhr

[angela-feelstoomuch]

100 days of writing #65

Hello there ma friends! I’m back with another buddie fic, this time rated T for some swearing and tiny mentions of blood. It’s basically self indulgent fluff with lots of pining and a happy ending. Christmas themed because I’m dying of heat in Spain and why not. 

Concussions of love (link to Ao3)

Summary:

He picked up the call, instantly saying: “Hey! Did something happen? Is Chris okay? Do you need me to come back home?” He said all that in only one breath, feeling tension building up on his spine. He left the coloring book he was looking at for Chris and started walking to the car without even hearing what Buck had to say.

“Hey dad!” That wasn’t Buck. Oh no. Why was Christopher calling him? Why from Buck’s phone?

OR

Buck gets hurt and confesses to Eddie being high on painkillers.