#cute fluff I swear
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Uhm...
Hello guys...
Still mad because of my last post...?
Okay okay, I'll admit that I may was a bit cruel.
BUT wait wait wait!! I will make up for it.
Infact, I will make up for it right now.
See-
I CAN do fluff-
I just hope that you like it. I woke up and chose to do some fluff scenes.
Barb has her strong troll husband that can carry her around when she wants to. (Or when she dosen't want to)
Barbara is overworked and Walter dosen't let that slide. She is on her way to the car and Walter carries her right back into the house to call the hospital for a day-off.
Then ofc a date night and they decide to go from makeout to more spicy activities and cuddle in sleep. And yes...Walter likes to be the "little" spoon.
And as you see...Barbara loves to steal Walters clothes. Tbh I would too-
Anyways...
Now, of course, closeups:
<3
#trollhunters#walter strickler#barbara lake#stricklake#toa strickler#toa trollhunters#stricklander#strickler#waltolomew stricklander#tales of arcadia#i love stricklake fluff#fluff and love#cute fluff I swear#no trauma for now#i repeat: NO TRAUMA#i just love them so much#I really love fluff and smut but...like...trauma and angst is just...it's ✨️special✨️#Barbara is being mad at her loving and caring husband for worrying about her health#But she loves it#love the fooling around#He would definitely carry her around for fun. He is a damn stone. It's easy for him.#And I am not only a sucker for trauma but also for kiss and cuddle!#OMG I LOVE KISSES AND CUDDLES#And yes. He has braids and piercings.#I love the braid HC 🫶#I hope you forgive me for my last post * *cough cough* you need to be strong bc there will be more *cough cough* *#anyways#fluff and love for now. Be happy with it...for now.#But ADD HEADCANONS. pls add as much as you want-#thanks for every like. comment. subscribe and everything. Really I never thought I would have that <3 :D
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jason: you should pick the red ones, you know?
y/n: but they don't match my dress, i think that green goes better
jason: but red is prettier
y/n: baby, red won't match my grad dress
jason: ):
y/n: what if i paint my nails red, hm? bet they'll look pretty with my degree and later with something else
jason: (:
#brainrot marita#i swear i'm projecting myself here bc i'll have my graduation tomorrow#yes i picked green shoes and they are cute#jason todd imagine#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#jason todd blurb#jason todd fluff#jason todd x y/n#red hood imagine#red hood fluff#red hood#jason todd
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TokRev x Insecure!Reader
♡ SFW->NSFW, fem reader, fluff, praise, reader is nervous of intimacy because of her body, oral->fem receiving, mirror sex, riding, breeding kink ♡
Characters: Baji, Kakucho, Takemichi, Sanzu
note: requested by @my-13-reason-why 🩵
edit: added Sanzu
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Baji
🔥 Laughs when you tell him you're insecure about your body because HOW??? WHY???
🔥 In his opinion (which is the right opinion) you're the most beautiful woman he's ever met and some silly insecurities aren't gonna stop him from devouring you
🔥 Eats you out extra slow so he can fully appreciate your body
"You should really see yourself right now cutie, look so fucking perfect ♡"
Kakucho
🩷 Doesn't initiate anything because he's not in any rush, he can wait as long as you need
🩷 When he finds out that you've been hesitant to do stuff with him because of your body he almost loses his marbles
🩷 Decides to fuck you in front of a mirror so that you can see yourself from his perspective
"Don't look away darling, I want you to see how pretty you look for me~"
Takemichi
🍀 Cries because he thinks he caused you to be insecure about yourself
🍀 Showers you in praises because you're absolutely perfect in his eyes
🍀 Let's you ride him so you can set the pace and feel more comfortable
"S-slow down princess, want you to be on top of me for as long as possible~"
Sanzu
🌸 Understands how you feel because he's always been insecure about his scars
🌸 Reassures you that he loves every inch of you, even the parts you don't like
🌸 Breeds you all night to show that he loves you
"F-fuck angel, you look so damn good underneath me, so nice and full ♡"
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Taglist
@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies
#tokyo revengers headcanons#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo revengers fluff#baji x reader#kakucho x reader#takemichi x reader#baji fluff#kakucho fluff#takemichi fluff#mirror sex with Kakucho would literally be life altering 🫠#Baji's official nickname for reader is cutie at this point 😭 I swear it just fits#Michi's so damn cute and subby 😮💨#tokyo revengers smut
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freminet + aquarium date
♡ I grant a wish for whoever summons me and take one thing as a payment ♡
𝐬𝐰𝐨'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: I'm making a masterlist soon! so navigation will be much easier!
𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Freminet
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❄ first of all, Lyney never thought the day would come when his little brother Fremi would gain the courage to ask you on a date
"i-it's not a date we're just handing out!" Freminet softly protests
"Sorry but I disagree. why else would you be resembling a tomato right now?"
"...shut up"
❄ Lyney helps Freminet get ready like he's a proud mom all of a sudden
❄ Freminet drove you to the aquarium on his scooter and was all blushy when your arms wrapped around his waist (modern au Fremi has a scooter. I take zero objections.)
❄ he will link pinkies with you when you're walking around. he is shy and doesn't know how to just hold your hand :((
❄ he'll ease up after 10 minutes i promise. if you are relaxed then so is he
❄ and he's in his natural habit here!
❄ you know those signs everywhere that say fun facts about each thing? you two aren't even reading those because Fremi is actually a huge nerd about the ocean and telling you all the facts himself. and he makes it more interesting too!
❄ the absolute sparkle in his eye while he's geeking out and telling you about a fucking sting ray is actually so cute.
❄ like, please. let him talk his ear off. if he's talking it means he likes you.
❄ istg. he could have a podcast about the ocean and you'd listen to like its asmr with that soft and soothing voice of his.
❄ oh! and! he will take photos for you! if you're someone who likes to take pictures and post them on social media he can do the photo taking for you. he's actually a really good photographer (probably from how much Lyney needs pictures taken for his own social media page. so Fremi has some experience)
❄ he'll have this gentle look in his eye when he takes pictures of you smiling and looking at the fish and things
❄ he is definitely making the background on his phone a picture of you after this oh my lord
❄ he is so whipped for you :((
❄ if you say you want to take a selfie with him he will get shy. like, he is the one taking pictures, not the one in the photo.
❄ but just explain to him it's a picture for only you to see and no one else and he'll ease up and take the photo with you. he'll do it for you just don't show it to anyone please because he thinks his smile is ugly
❄ LISTEN HERE. TAKE NOTES.
❄ SAY HIS SMILE IS CUTE. SAY HIS SMILE MAKES YOUR DAY. I DO NOT CARE HOW YOU DO IT. JUST COMPLIMENT HIS SMILE AND HE'LL FEEL ALL WARM AND GIDDY IT IS SO WORTH IT AND WILL GIVE YOU EXTRA BONUS POINTS.
❄ his favorite part has to be where you can pet the different baby sharks in the tanks. he absolutely loves the sensation of their backs and fins. HE WON'T ASK FOR IT. BUT TAKE A PIC OF HIM TOUCHING THE BABY SHARK AND SEND IT TO HIM. like he will actually appreciate it and hang the photo up on a wall at home or something
❄ best for last is the gift shop!
❄ OK OK OK HERE ME OUT
❄ you're wandering around the gift shop and he's obviously gonna pay for whatever you want cause he is so polite and gentlemen material like that
❄ and he will ask you "has something caught your eye?"
❄ AND THERE IS 2. MATCHING. PENGUIN PLUSHIES. ON THE SHELF AND THEY WERE THE ONLY ONES LEFT LIKE HELLO IT WAS PRACTICALLY FATE
❄ now you two are matching!
❄ imagine after the date and moving forward or whatever, if you two are on a phone call, he is staring at the penguin plush because it reminds him of you, and it's kind of funny how it's like your voice isn't coming from the phone but from the plush
❄ he now carries around that plush. because. it reminds him. of you. and it makes him so warm inside.
❄ when he drops you off at your doorstep for the night he will be so happy to hear you say:
"I had fun, we should do this again sometime"
❄ cause it means he did something right! he has no idea how someone as cool as you would like someone like him but it worked out! YIPEE
❄ PLEASE. PLEASE KISS HIS CHEEK BEFORE YOU GO INSIDE
❄ HIS HEART WILL BEAT SO FAST HE'S WORRIED YOU MIGHT HEAR IT.
❄ like. he put his hand over his heart to try and quiet it so you wouldn't hear it :((
❄he is this little blushing mess and has the cutest smile on his lips
❄ don't lose this one. he's a keeper.
❄ when he gets home he's stuffing his beat red face into a pillow and lightly kicking his feet
#freminet x reader#freminet fluff#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact fluff#lyney#GOODBYE FREMI IS SO CUTE.#I'd kill for him i swear
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Could we see Konig being real stalker- cough cough I mean devoted?
This is not good, the ideas I'm cooking up... At least Ghost gets to see Goose every day, lets keep that in mind. Also let's keep in mind that the nasty boy was retired for being too good at his job...
You tug your front door open because you're half sure you heard a knock. It was hesitant, and soft enough you could ignore it --something you're tempted to do given the sun is barely up-- but it doesn't hurt to check.
"Oh! König," You smile up at him, doing your best to look more awake than you feel. Still, you can't help rubbing some of the sleep out of your eyes. You note he's wearing his bandana again.
"Good morning Schatz, did I wake you?" His eyes dart over you with concern. You cross your arms tugging your flannel a little tighter over your slip, giving yourself some added protection from the morning bugs. You shake your head, like a liar.
"Nope, all good. What can I do for ya'?"
"My-" He drags the word out, looking over your head and into your house, "-coffee maker is broken," He nods a little, you stifle a yawn, "und I was wondering if you had any to spare?"
You nod and wave him into your home, hearing him shut the door nicely behind him and then silence. You glance over your shoulder to tell him to follow you, but he is. He's just... silent. You didn't know guys that big could sound like anything but giants, you sort your focus back to your coffee maker in the kitchen.
"Might take a few minutes, I was gonna make breakfast. You want anything?" You pop open the top of your coffee maker to dump grounds in, trying to think through what you've got in the fridge. Do you even have enough to feed this guy?
"That's very kind, thank you," König hums glancing around your kitchen, "Is there anything I can do to help? I'm not very handy in the kitchen, but maybe..."
You hum, watching the water fill your coffee pot before shutting the sink off. Actually you could use his height on a few things. "I've got a light out in the living room, if you'd wanna replace that? Save me getting the step stool."
You are so sweet, so soft, so trusting, made for all the things König wishes he was made for. You were so cute standing in your doorway, tired eyed, hair still messy from sleep, just a slip and an oversized shirt between you and him. That should be his shirt you're wearing. He'll find a way to get you one.
He flips a switch on the box on his kitchen table, and hears static crackle before the air waves pop into the right channel. This is just precautionary, he tells himself, just because you're a woman alone in the middle of nowhere. It's really for your safety, and he won't ever turn it on after this.
Your voice filters through the receiver's speakers singing along to some song he doesn't know. He settles heavy on his kitchen chair, folding his arms on the table to rest his head on them. You sound so pretty, like you're singing just for him. What's one bug? One bug is nothing, he thinks watching the blinking light on the receiver, you probably wouldn't even mind if you knew.
#I really wanted the coboys to be mostly sweet fluff but honestly the 141 has that covered#let the nasty boy be nasty he loves it#He does have to turn the radio off when his darling starts loudly swearing because he can't stop laughing#he's cute and i am mentally unwell but so are u for asking this#cowboy!König#könig x you#könig modern warfare#könig call of duty#konig x reader#konig x you#tw stalking#he's not gonna be dangerous about it tho#cute stalking
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Imagine
Retired 14, who bought their own home with their own money, and one bored afternoon where their rest of the family is busy and they are alone, they discover hair dye.
Like obviously they knew it existed, after billions of years of existence I do hope they know, but they never thought of it deeply.
And when Donna comes home, she comes across a doctor in the bathroom, wearing pyjamas bottom and an old white tank top now covered in ginger hair dye, struggling to put on the lotion on their head.
Turns out the doctor didn’t do active researches on the Internet before buying the hair dye, and now their hair only show traces of ginger when light hits, and they are very sad.
So Donna and Rose take the doctor to a good hairdresser, who bleach their hair to a dusty blonde color (and the doctor is panicking at the idea of someone random working on them like that and wondering if it’s safe) and then apply a ginger hair dye.
When the trio comes out of the hairdresser, the doctor is finally ginger, and also very very happy about it, and Donna knows they are about to jump on everyone they know to say « look im ginger now !! » and that for months until someone shut them up (which wont happen because everybody loves the doctor)
#doctor who#the doctor#fourteenth doctor#healing#our lil time lord with a mundane life#they/them#donna noble#rose noble#noble family#ginger#ginger doctor who#I just want them happy#fluff#just cute#I swear
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The Perfect Dress
Ran x Mom!reader ft. your daughter
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"Daddy! Daddy! I look, look!"
Ran gives his daughter a bright smile and picks her up. "Well aren't you the cutest princess in the world. Is that a new dress?"
"Mhmm, mommy got it for me!" She smiles. "Isn't it pretty?!"
He spins her around as she giggles. "Very. The perfect fit for the little princess, wouldn't you say darling?"
You stood in the doorway, watching your daughter and husband laughing and smiling. The scene tugged the corners of your lips upwards, being filled with warmth. "Yeah, the perfect dress for our little princess."
"Mommy, can Daddy play dress up with us? Pleeeeaaase?!"
How can you say no to those sparkling violet eyes? "Of course he can," you step towards Ran holding your daughter and kiss the top of her head.
"What did you have in mind, little princess?" Ran asks his daughter.
Moments later, Ran is sitting on the couch with bows tied in his hair, wearing a petticoat over his pants and a black pleather jacket, smiling while braiding his daughter's hair.
#ok i saw a cute dress that came in at work for toddlers and yeah...this happened#swear im feeling soft today#haitani ran#ran haitani#haitani ran scenarios#haitani ran x reader#ran haitani x reader#tokyo revengers#tok rev#tokrev#fluff#tokyo revengers fluff
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"Do you want a kiss?" | 707 x Reader
I couldn't think of anything else for the summary because I wanted it to be vague. Have a first kiss scene that's so cute that it makes my teeth rot every time I read it. I smiled so much when I wrote it that people in my house started to ask me if I was texting an s/o (i'm single asf). If you are one of my irl mutuals who know about my obsession with 707, no, you don't see this. Scroll away. (candy fic just in time for halloween <3)
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Summary: You offer Saeyoung a kiss and he gladly takes the opportunity.
Trigger Warnings: None
Content Warnings: Food (Chocolate), Light Swearing (only one)
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"Do you want a kiss?"
707 choked on the water he had been drinking, quickly putting the cup down and going to grab a napkin to wipe his mouth and the remnants of the water that had gotten on his clothes. His voice cracked as he turned to you with confusion, "What?"
"Are you alright?" You asked, staring at him with concern etched on your face.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Don't worry about me." 707 brushed it off as he joined you on the couch, "I must've just heard you wrong."
Yeah, that was it. His lovely, innocent girlfriend wouldn't have suggested for them to share your first kiss right then and there.
"Do you want a kiss?" You blinked innocently, enunciating the words so that 707 wouldn't misunderstand you again. "What did you hear?"
Nope. He heard you correctly.
"I heard you correctly, I guess. I'm sorry, that's just such an odd question to ask when I'm drinking water."
"Why?" You raised an eyebrow, "It's something that people normally ask."
707 couldn't help but question the people you had been hanging around and debating trying to take you away from you friends without knowing the full story. Who had been asking you to kiss them and would 707 be able to take them in a fight?
"I don't know. I just never thought that you would be the one to ask me that first. I guess I also thought that it'd be in a more romantic setting than this."
You raised an eyebrow before glancing around the room, "Sitting in the living room together domestically isn't romantic enough for you? I guess I could present it down on one knee too..."
"No, no! There's no need." 707 laughed nervously, stopping you from getting down on one knee, "This is fine. This is romantic enough already."
"Besides, not everything we do has to be romantic." You hummed, smiling at 707, "What are you so nervous about? It's just me asking you if you wanted one. It's okay to say no."
Why weren't you freaking out about this? Why were you treating this like nothing? Had you done this before? Was he ready to make the move? What if he was bad? What if he was horrible and then you wanted to dump him? What if he messed things up because he had agreed to a kiss? Was he overthinking this?
Looking at your nonchalant face, he definitely was.
"It's okay to say no, Saeyoung." You repeated, "You don't have to say yes to make me happy. I don't care either way."
"You don't?" 707 raised an eyebrow.
It wasn't the earliest stage of your relationship together as the two of you had been together for more than half a year already. However, you still had yet to do many things. It took you two almost three months to start holding hands even because of the anxiety 707 held and the inability to make a move you had. You two were fine with the slow pace you were going at though. It was nice and a fresh breath of air from the constant whirling of the rollercoaster life took you two on.
"Of course I don't. Why would I?"
"Well because I just assumed that you never had one before, so this would be as big of a deal for you as it is for me." 707 admitted, "Are you telling me you have?"
You stared at 707 as if he was insane, "Everyone I knew has had one, especially in your elementary school days. Don't tell me you've never had one."
"Of course I haven't! You know me. I mean, you're my first girlfriend."
You raised an eyebrow, "What does that have to do with ever having a kiss?"
707 flushed, knowing that he had greatly assumed that if you had already had your first kiss, it had to have been from your previous boyfriend. 707 did not know a single thing about your ex, but wanted to strangle him for ruining the experience of you ever sharing your first kiss with 707. Great, you had officially turned 707 into a homicidal maniac, ready to kill anyone that got in the way of his relationship. "You're right, it doesn't."
"But you're serious about that? You've never had your first kiss?" You seemed appalled by the statement.
"No!"
"Somehow I doubt that."
"What? You think I'm so likeable that people are just lining up to give me kisses?" 707 accused you.
"Well, yeah! You're the Saeyoung Choi. You're my boyfriend. If I like you, that means that there had to have been several friends of yours that have offered you them." You scoffed, "I mean, I'm not very much of a likeable person and I still had people offer them to me."
"Did you take the offers?"
"Of course I did! It was free kisses. Why wouldn't I?"
"You whore!" 707 scoffed, amusement clearly sparkling his eyes with no malicious intent to the comment.
He was surprised though. For someone who seemed very new and innocent to the relationship idea just like he was, you sure had a lot of experience if you had kissed many people. 707 felt a little jealous at the fact that he wouldn't be your first kiss, although he knew that his thinking was silly. You were his and would always be his for as long as he cherished you. He didn't have to worry about you accepting anyone's offers to kiss anyone while you two were together. There was at least that.
"What? You're telling me you've always refused it when people have offered them to you? I completely doubt that's true." You examined 707 for body signals to show that he was lying.
"They've never offered them to me." 707 admitted, "Unfortunately."
"You never bought any either?"
"Why would I? The booths are just overpriced for something I know I'll experience in time."
"Weirdly poetic for something as small as a kiss." You smirked, "Would you like to try it now?"
His heart started to pound. Was this really happening? Was he really going to kiss you for the first time?
"More than anything." He breathed out as he stared at you. "I just...what if I mess up?"
"Mess up?" You raised an eyebrow, "I doubt you can mess up at this."
"Says who?"
"Says me, who has gotten plenty of kisses in the past!" You giggled.
"Well, I've never had one before, so I don't know what to do."
You stared at your boyfriend before exhaling in amusement, "Alright, fine. I'll help you out. Move your phone, I'm going to sit on your lap."
"O-oh, okay." 707 cleared his throat as he moved his phone, trying not to show his flushed face. You straddled him, your legs in between 707's as you were facing him. 707 wrapped his arms around you to keep you from falling off. "How do I do this?"
"Just relax and close your eyes." You instructed.
707 did just that, feeling the darkness comforting him. He really hoped that you couldn't hear just how loud his heart was pounding.
"Open your mouth."
707 let confusion wash over his face as he emphasized every word to make sure he knew what you were saying, "Open my mouth?"
"Open your mouth." Your voice remarked as he could hear crinkling of something.
"Why would that be beneficial in any way, Y/N?" 707's voice had raised from confusion all the way to bewilderedness.
"Just do it, babe, before I force your mouth open. That's the correct way." You remarked.
"Alright, alright." 707 sighed before letting his jaw open, feeling you move yourself closer to him and his mouth. There seemed to be no more sounds of crinkling as something--your fingers--brushed against his lips. His heartbeat fastened as he was waiting for your lips to close in on his.
Then, he tasted chocolate.
Sweet, creamy, and velvety chocolate. It had the same distinct taste that Hershey's chocolate kisses had.
Oh...that's what you meant. His eyes fluttered open as he looked at you, smiling.
"How is it?"
707 burst out laughing, pulling you close so that he could bury his face into your chest in embarrassment. "Oh my universe. Y/N, you're so innocently sweet. Just like this kiss."
"What?" You laughed, pushing 707 gently off of you so that you could look at his face, "What are you talking about?"
"I thought you were talking about an actual kiss, not a Hershey's. I've had plenty of chocolate kisses before." 707 brushed a hair out of your face as he waited for the recognition to hit you.
"Huh? Oh-OH!" Your eyes widened as you burst out laughing too. "Is that why you were so flustered and nervous?"
"What else was I supposed to think when you just randomly offered me that?"
"The treat! I didn't think you would think of that!"
"Clearly not." 707 gasped for air as he finally finished the chocolate in his mouth before he could choke on it. He cupped your cheeks, "My innocent, sweet girlfriend."
"Shut up." You huffed, "So you're telling me you've had a Hershey's kiss before?"
"Yes, plenty."
"But not a kiss on the lips?"
"Nope. I've never been offered that."
"Then...do you want a kiss?"
707 stared at you, wondering if you were truly offering it this time. His voice cracked as he tried to ask you to clarify, "What?"
"Do you want a kiss?" You remarked, enunciating things the same way you had asked in the beginning of the situation. "It's okay to say no, babe."
"No, I want it." 707 gave a small smile, "How do I do this?"
"Just close your eyes and this time, close your mouth." You giggled as you cupped 707's face. Your chest was pressed against his and he could practically hear your heart racing at a hundred miles an hour. His heart was pounding almost the same speed as yours.
707 slowly closed his eyes as you leaned in, fully shutting them when he could feel your breath on his face. Your lips brushed together before finally, you gently pressed your lips against each other and then pulled away.
You tasted like Hershey's chocolate kisses and strawberries. Your lips weren't chapped, but instead waxy as only moments before you offered him a kiss, he had watched you apply your signature strawberry chapstick. He hadn't realized how much he had wanted to know what it had tasted like and how it was like to be so close to your lips until the moment he had gotten a taste of you. Maybe that was why your chapstick never seemed to last you long. It would dry out in hopes that the chapstick would once again touch your lips, becoming addicted to that sensation. Now that 707 had gotten a taste of his own, he knew that it would become an addiction of his.
"Was that okay?" You asked as 707's eyes fluttered open, staring at his girlfriend that was facing him with anxiety written all over your face.
All 707 did was pull you closer to him with his arms still wrapped around your waist before having his right hand travel to pull you face closer to his. He crashed his lips onto yours as an answer, desperately wanting another taste of your lips, of you.
You returned the energy as your hands traveled from his face into his hair. 707 could not care less about how you were messing up his hairstyle when you had your fingers in his hair while you were kissing him. Those combined together made the top ten list of his favorite things you did in that moment.
When you two separated--albeit only because you two were humans that needed to breathe--you pressed your foreheads together, whispering a feisty remark, "You never answered my question."
707 couldn't help the smile that spread onto his face, "It was more than okay."
"Good."
You two stayed in quiet silence, enjoying each other's company. Even as you shifted off of 707's lap and onto the spot next to them, you took comfort in nestling closer to one another and holding each other.
The only thing that interrupted the silence was when you held out another chocolate kiss, "Do you want a kiss?"
"I'd love one." 707 replied as he pulled you closer to him for a kiss before grabbing the chocolate and popping it in his mouth.
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#this is so cute omg#i got this idea from my friends handing me hersheys and telling me they hated them#female reader#707 x reader#luciel choi#707#mystic messenger#cw light swearing#cw food#chocolate#established relationship#fluff#tooth rotting fluff#first kiss#domestic fluff#saeyoung choi#saeyoung x reader
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Would you write oliver with the stomach flu or food poisoning?
Bro, this one made me so freaking giddy! It's soooo cute!!❤️
TW: emeto
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The notes on Oliver’s desk seemed unreadable. The lights and his computer screen were too bright. Everything was going from hot to cold to hot to—
“Brown, how’s it going over here?”
Oliver startled as he realized that Dan, the paper’s editor, was standing right behind him.
Forcing himself to look more awake, Oliver smiled and said, “Oh, everything’s going great. I’m just trying to keep it interesting. Rugby isn’t all that entertaining to write about.” Nor to watch, he thought, remembering the excruciating hour-and-a-half he’d spent watching the game for the sports section of the paper.
“Alright, well, keep working,” Dan said. “Remember, we’re short staffed thanks to this damned flu.” He looked across the room to where another one of the writers—Harriet Fordson—was all but sleeping on her desk. Dan stalked over to her, loudly saying, “Fordson! Look alive, it’s not your fucking naptime!”
Oliver ran a hand down his face, downing his whole mug of coffee and focusing on his article.
It was a whole hour of writing, re-writing, and more re-writing before he emailed the finished piece to Dan, and then he left with his notes shoved lazily into his bag.
He was exhausted and felt like shit, to say the least. For one, he’d spent the last night staying up and studying for three different exams, finishing two assignments, and drinking cup after cup of coffee until about 4 in the morning, and he’d woken up at seven in order to get to his first class by 7:30.
He knew he must’ve looked as shitty as he felt. And since he’d woken up, there was a churning in his gut that wouldn’t go away, but he summed it up to just being hungry since he’d had twelve cups of coffee in the last 24 hours and no food. He was done working for the day. He could get something to eat, and then go home to crash on his bed for twenty hours with his cat.
Yeah, he’d do that. Now he just had to figure out what he wanted to—
“Olive!”
Oliver couldn’t help but smile as Isaac came up beside him. The blonde practically radiated Golden Retriever energy, so it was impossible not to smile.
“Hey,” Oliver said, his voice as tired as he was.
Isaac seemed to pick up on this instantly and his own smile faltered slightly. He raised a brow, looking over Oliver’s disheveled appearance. “Well, don’t you look all bright eyed and bushy tailed.”
Oliver rolled his eyes. “I’m just tired, that’s all. And hungry.”
“I was gonna head out and get some subway,” Isaac said, still grinning. “Wanna come?”
Oliver agreed instantly.
The two boys wound up taking Isaac’s car over to the subway, but on the drive there Oliver felt the ache in his stomach and his headache get worse. And once the two boys had their subs, Oliver felt nauseous after just a couple of bites.
Isaac looked across the tiny subway table and saw Oliver’s grimace as he forced himself to swallow another bite. Setting down his own sandwich, Isaac frowned and asked, “You okay, Olive?”
Oliver nodded without looking at Isaac, taking another forced bite. Isaac’s frown deepened.
Oliver wound up forcing himself to eat the whole sandwich, knowing he had to have some food in his stomach instead of just coffee. By the time he and Isaac were back in the car though, he’d gone three shades paler.
“Want me to bring you back to campus so you can get your car?” Isaac asked, but Oliver shook his head.
“Just take me to my place, please.”
During the drive, Isaac talked. A lot.
He was talking about some friend of his in his psychology class, about his little sister who he was planning to go see that weekend, about his new neighbor who was driving him crazy with blaring loud music, and about—
“Isaac, stop.”
In an instant, Isaac stopped talking and glanced at Oliver. The black-haired guy was glaring out the window, looking almost green. “Olive—”
“I’m gonna throw up,” Oliver said, his voice shaking a little. Saliva was quickly filling his mouth and he could taste not just his sandwich but also his coffee.
“Shit,” Isaac cursed, looking for somewhere to stop. “Okay, crap. . . Um, open the glove compartment. There’s plastic bags in there.”
Oliver did just that, hastily opening the glove compartment and grabbing a bag. He opened it just in time to throw up his undigested lunch.
Just the smell made him gag again and continue to puke into the bag.
Isaac cursed softly. Then said, “I keep the bags in here since you get carsick.”
Oliver, still hovering over the bag with a string of drool on his lower lip, was suddenly aware though that this was not carsickness. He swore under his breath before muttering, “I think I got the goddamn flu, Isaac.”
The blonde’s eyes widened. “Oh.”
Again, Oliver gagged and threw up into the bag. The plastic bag was getting heavier.
Oliver was so busy trying to keep his gut in check that he didn’t even realize that Isaac had made a few turns in the wrong directions. They stopped sooner than they should’ve since Oliver’s place was about ten minutes from the subway, not five.
When Oliver looked up and saw Isaac’s apartment, he groaned and dropped his head. “You kidnapped me again, asshole.”
Isaac chuckled and got out of the car, going around to Oliver’s side and opening the door. “Yeah yeah, you can never escape my evil clutches,” he said teasingly as he took the bag from Oliver’s hands. He took the bag over to a trashcan in the parking lot and tossed it in before going back over to Oliver.
Oliver was standing outside the car now, leaning heavily against it. Even more color had drained from his face, and Isaac felt a pang of worry. His own bout with the flu had been real life hell. Knowing Oliver, the smaller guy was gonna have it far worse.
“C’mon, lean on me,” Isaac said, grabbing his best friend’s arm.
Oliver leaned against him with a dizzy whine, trying to swallow down the nausea. Once inside Isaac’s apartment, Oliver beelined for the guest bathroom.
Isaac took a second to grab a rag from his kitchen and a water bottle before going after Oliver.
In less than a minute, Oliver had thrown up in the toilet and was now gagging harshly over the porcelain bowl.
Isaac wet the rag with cold water from the sink before crouching down beside Oliver, wiping down his sweaty nape. “Just get it up. It’ll be better when you’re empty.”
Oliver continued to gag and puke, spitting the taste of his overly-sweetened coffee out of his mouth. Isaac cupped his forehead, hissing at the raging heat. I should take his temperature, the blonde thought to himself.
Oliver barely had time to breathe before more puke jetted from his mouth. Finally, though, he stopped and was left sweaty and panting for air.
Isaac wiped the puke off his best friend’s chin before coaxing Oliver to sit back against the wall and wiping down the black-haired boy’s face with the cold rag.
Oliver’s headache was worse. His body was aching even more. And his stomach—oh God, his stomach—felt like someone had run it through a fucking garbage disposal or something.
There was so much pain, and Oliver even felt a little close to tears because of how bad it hurt. Is this how it felt for Isaac?! And for all the other poor souls that this flu had gotten to?!
“I’ll get you some fresh clothes. You sweat though these,” Isaac said softly wiping the cold rag down Oliver’s flushed cheek before standing and setting the rag on the counter. He opened the water bottle, handed it to Oliver, said “small sips”, and then left.
Oliver blinked heavily, everything seeming hazy in his slight delirium. He wanted to sleep. He just really wanted to sleep.
Isaac came back with some clothes in his hands. He helped Oliver take off his shirt and pants, leaving him in boxers before helping him put on a plain white t-shirt and some shorts.
Isaac had also brought a thermometer and held it up to Oliver, saying “Under the tongue.”
Oliver, dazed and sleepy, obeyed. Isaac watched the number climb before it beeped and stopped at 101.7 °F. Shit.
Isaac sighed and took the thermometer, setting it on the bathroom counter. Then he crouched in front of Oliver again.
“I feel like shit,” Oliver groaned. “Was yours this bad?”
Isaac knew his wasn’t. Oliver had the stomach of a five-year-old, and Isaac had known that this stomach flu was going to hit his best friend hard eventually.
Instead of answering, Isaac grabbed Oliver’s arms and said, “You need to be in bed.”
Oliver allowed himself to be pulled up, but as soon as he was on his feet it felt as if all of his blood went rushing down and his head felt detached from his body. He swayed, feeling the world tilting to the side before Isaac’s arms wrapped around him.
“Holy shit,” he heard the blonde curse, and then Isaac lowered himself and Oliver to the floor since, clearly, Oliver couldn’t even stand.
Oliver felt so dizzy. So sleepy.
Suddenly, one of Isaac’s arms was under his knees while Isaac’s other arm went around his shoulders, and the blonde scooped him up bridal style.
It was no struggle; Oliver weighed practically nothing and Isaac may not have still been a jock like he was in high school, but he was still strong.
Oliver closed his eyes, pressing his temple to Isaac’s shoulder to try and ease the throbbing pain in his head.
In a matter of seconds, Oliver was laid down on a bed and he felt sheets pulled over him.
He didn’t open his eyes, but he could hear moving around and suddenly there was something wet and cold on his forehead. More moving around, the lights in the room darkened behind his lids, something was set down next to the bed, and then Oliver felt Isaac climb into the bed next to him.
He opened his eyes then and looked to his side. Isaac was laying down next to him, and Oliver frowned. “I might throw up on you,” he mumbled, making Isaac smile and laugh.
“Y’know what? I’ll take the risk.” The blonde got comfortable on his side, scooting closer to Oliver, and then his hand flattened on Oliver’s stomach.
The irony was not lost on either of them, and the second they locked eyes they both smiled and laughed.
When Isaac’s hand started to rub gently, Oliver felt his cheeks grow warm and he hoped that Isaac didn’t notice.
Isaac’s head wound up on Oliver’s shoulder, and Oliver couldn’t help but think about how warm and comfortable he was. Finally, he could sleep. And as he allowed himself to drift off, three words kept playing over and over in his head:
I love you.
#isaac#oliver#fluff#cuddles#dudes - this ending has me squealing#thebrilliantidiots#these two i swear#I'mma go die from cuteness overload now. Bye bye!😊
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I am once again promoting my fic in which Aziraphale tries to spur-of-the-moment hire cosmetics saleswoman crowley as his nanny
#good omens#im so tempted to continue this ohnoooo#but if i do....and if it's more than one continuation.....the rating WILL change#as of yet.....it is cute fluff i swear
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I really want to write a short post-canon story about Jin Ling having nightmares from all of the trauma he’s endured, so Lan Sizhui uses his spiritual energy and their connection to guard his dreams one night and ends up guiding Jin Ling through his sleep.
Meanwhile, everything they see in Jin Ling’s dreamscape is lush and vibrant and fantastical without even a hint of anxiety or darkness, and while Jin Ling assumes the entire dream is shaped by Lan Sizhui’s influence, Lan Sizhui is only blocking out Jin Ling’s intrusive thoughts—the rest is all of the light and wonder Jin Ling’s imagination conjures on its own, a glimpse into what his dreams would be like every night if he hadn’t suffered all that he did.
#it would also give me an excuse to write something super description heavy which is literally my forte lmaoooo#I haven’t done that in so long bc most of my short stories require quick descriptions inbetween dialogue to flow as#well a short story#I already have SO MANY PRETTY THINGS IN MY HEAD#and even lsz is looking around in total awe of how rich and colorful and versatile Jin Ling’s dreams are#nothing bad happens they just explore a beautiful shifting dreamscape together and have a chance to truly relax from the waking world#anyway#fic ideas#👀👀👀👀#apple babble 🍎#zhuiling musings#not sure if I’d put a ton of romance in it maybe some light fluff like holding hands#bc I really wanna focus on the experience of the dreamscape more than anything#just have it be a cute fun little feel-good fic#bc I swear that’s what I need rn lmaoooo 😭#jin ling#lan sizhui
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A few weeks ago, we started a Curse of Strahd D&D campaign! We're having so much fun and this is Sodalite, my character, who met Ismark and HAD to romance him and it worked and oh god these two are so adorable I'm addicted.
There is so much potential for drama it's definitely going to be full of hurt and comfort and I love that but for now let's focus on the fluff.
#oc#original character#art#oc x canon#dnd#dnd art#changeling#shapeshifter#curse of strahd#ismark kolyanovich#barovia#digital art#fluff#they are so cute#they cure my depression i swear
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You're brushing Albedo's hair while he checks one of his most recent documents. It's late, the moon shines just enough for him to read the words without harming his sight, with the stars to accompany those who are still awake.
Your hands move, almost automatically, making sure there aren't any knots on your lover's beautiful, ashy blond hair. It's relaxing for both of you, the repetitive action makes your eyes feel heavy, and it encourages the alchemist to finish soon.
Another minute passes before he finally puts the paper down, head turning towards you. One of your hands stays on his hair, stroking softly as the other reaches to hold his cheek. His hand rests on top of yours.
"You don't have to stay up with me, dear." His voice is just as sweet as the kiss he places on your hand. "But I appreciate your company."
He takes your other hand, although he briefly misses the warmth on his head, and stands up.
"Let's go to sleep. I'll cook breakfast tomorrow to thank you for helping me." Albedo tilted his head when you said that you hadn't done anything. "No, I insist, you were a big help. I find it much... easier to focus when you play with my hair."
The soft pink painting his cheeks was enough proof for you to know he was being honest. Your hand moved once again to stroke his blond hair, and your lips touched his.
This side of the alchemist was cute.
#˚ ༘✶ talking to the void#albedo x reader#albedo fluff#genshin x reader#I like him a normal amount I swear#I just really love his hair#its cute and the braids#and the color is so pretty#plus it looks soft
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Curtis Can Collar Me Anytime 🔥🥵
#christopher evans#christopher robert evans#chris evans fluff#chris evans smut#chris evans#curtis everett#snowpiercer#fuck me friday#curtis everett fluff#curtis everett smut#he is so fucking fine#he is so fucking cute#he is so fucking hot#he's so gorgeous#he's so fine#he's perfect#he's so cute#he's so adorable#he's so handsome#he's so pretty#he is so cute#he is so fine#he's so fucking gorgeous#he's so fucking cute#he's so fucking hot#he's so fucking pretty#he's so fucking beautiful#this man#i swear#i stg
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i had a dream the other night that matty was teaching me guitar and i feel like that has fluff potential
would you be terribly upset if i didn't do a blurb for this rn and wrote it into an office nerd fic instead lol
#might seem random given that it's not rockstar matty but i swear it'll make sense and be cute#mads answers asks#matty asks#fluff asks#office nerd au#to be written...
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we don't talk enough about how andrew garfield's spider-man literally admits to watching gwen while they were on their break. that is SO CUTE.
He’d really and truly tried to keep away from her. For weeks, or more accurately, a few days, he’d tried to go entirely cold turkey, but he just couldn’t stomach it. He told himself it’d just be a quick glance, swinging overhead as she stopped by her favourite cafe, but he heard her nervous laugh as she stumbled over her order, and it was over for him. He was hooked again.
Checking in on her while she grabbed coffee turned into memorising her order entirely, which turned into him following her to her next stop, and then the next. He couldn’t bring himself to let her see him, but this was killing him. Watching her smile at strangers, enjoy her time in the labs. He didn’t know how she was playing it off like she was okay, when he felt utterly and entirely shattered. He missed her so much he felt like there wasn’t a proper word for it. He’d felt so much loss, from his parents, from Uncle Ben, but this loss was painful in such a different way. She was right there, right in front of him, but not his. Maybe never his again. And Peter didn't know how he could ever acclimate to a word where Gwen’s laughter, her brilliance, her kindness, her ambition, her touch wasn’t his.
Now that he knew what it felt like to be close to her, the utter lack felt profound. Stifling.
♥ the rest of the fic can be found here ->
#writing#spider man#peter parker#ao3 fanfic#ao3 link#ao3 recs#andrew garfield#the amazing spider man#stalking but in a cute sfw way i swear#first tumblr post#archive of our own#fluff#oneshot#quillthrillsgenfic
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