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mara-tevith-solo · 11 months

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One Enchanted Evening

Just a little Adam Warlock fluff. This MFer restarted my Will Poulter era and I stg... man’s too good for this world

Pairing: Adam Warlock x Ex-Avenger/ Guardian!Reader

Warnings: It’s fluff, mentions of drinking, Blurp being adorable, flirting, established relationship, making out

Rating: 18+

Words: 1.1k+

"C'mon Y/n! Let's go get pretty boy wasted for the first time! Drax, Nebula, and some of the others will be there!" Rocket called from the front door, sounding way too enthused with his little side quest as Adam smiled brightly, and innocently, beside him.

"I can't, I have to take over for Ullette tomorrow; her daughter is coming for a visit." You apologized with a breathy laugh, shaking your head at the two. "Don't poison yourself, Rocket. I'm betting a quarter mil that his alcohol tolerance is about as good as Steve's."

"I'll take you up on that bet!" He laughed with pride and little foresight.

"Who's Steve?" Adam asked, cocking his head to the side slightly. There wasn't any jealousy there, just pure curiosity.

"He was one of Y/n's Super Soldier Earth pals, worked on the same team together for over a decade, stopped the world from ending a few times, we all reversed the Snap together about three years back. Good guy. Was hung up on a broad he used to know."

"What's a broad?"

"Its a term for a woman, though it's not so respectful. Y'all better get going before Drax pre-games too hard."

"Alright alright, I'll keep lover boy out of trouble, swearsies."

Adam shifted on his feet, looking at Rocket's retreating form before looking at you like a puppy who didn't know which way to go. You placed your hands on his chest, the fabric of his t-shirt soft under your palms as you raised up onto your tip toes to press a kiss to his cheek "Don't let them drink too much. Last time a challenge like this happened, Drax had to have his stomach pumped."

"Should I be worried? Because I'd be more than happy to just stay home with you and we could finish that show and--"

"It'll be fine, Adam. Go have fun with the others. I'll still be here when you come back." You smiled teasingly before pushing him the rest of the way out the door, Rocket's crossed arms and exasperated expression in your peripherals, shaking his head at the two of you.

"Don't have too much fun without me." He finally conceded with a cheeky wink before turning and making to leave with the Raccoon.

As soon as the door closed, Blurp let out a soft little whine, making you turn back towards him with a small pout that turned into a frown as soon as you saw the sadness on his little face, the worry in his eyes that was always there whenever Adam left without him. You swooped up the little fuzzball and nuzzled your face against his "Oh, come on fluff, you can help me make some ice cream sundaes for us." You hummed as you began dancing to a phantom melody only you could hear, his eager agreements nearly busting him loose from your arms. You laughed as you set him on the counter, motioning for him to sit and stay while you went for ingredients.

It wasn't the first time the two of you had done the late night treat, the F'saki watching as you began making two bowls, his topped with Orloni jerky with strawberry sauce while yours was just a simple vanilla with hot fudge sauce. He was vibrating with anticipation as you picked up both bowls and began leading the charge back to the living room, being careful to not trip you on the way. He'd done it once, and only once. He'd gotten too excited and had zipped over your foot while you were beginning to take a step, resulting in you faceplanting into the hard wood covered cement floors, breaking your nose in the process. He'd felt so bad about it, and hadn't zipped anywhere near your feet since. He sat by the couch, tall and pretty as he waited for you to put his bowl down "There ya go, buddy. Enjoy!" You giggled softly as he dug in with a happy chirp. You curled up on the couch to enjoy yours. Afterwards, you didn't bother with the dishes, suddenly too exhausted, laying down just a bit to nap until Adam returned. Blurp was all too happy to join you, cuddling up on your stomach with happy little purrs, falling asleep well before you did.

"Y/n!" Adam's whispered shout pulled you out of a light doze, still curled up on the couch with Blurp, an excited Adam leaning over you both. Blurp didn't even flinch, just grumbling softly in his sleep as he curled up tighter, much like a sleepy, disgruntled cat. "Sorry!" He giggled, still whisper shouting "I figured it out!"

"Figured what out, handsome?" You hummed groggily, smiling sleepily up at the golden man who was smiling ear to ear at the endearment, a dreamy gleam in his eyes.

"Drax helped me figure out why my chest burns whenever I think of you... and when I'm around you... when we're apart... any time you're even mentioned really. He said that's how he felt about his Ovette. He called it 'love'." Your heart skipped a beat, realizing where the conversation was going. "He said that I need to make sure you know how I feel about you, that you never doubt how much I love you. And then he cried... a lot... he's very drunk..."

Your heart felt like it was soaring as you reached up and cupped his cheek, your fingers then moving to trace his jawline and his chin. He moved down with you, like he didn't want you to stop touching him, an intoxicated warmth to his eyes that wasn't from the liquor. When your lips touched you could swear it was unlike any kiss before, it was electrifying to your very core, your very soul. It made your breath stutter as one of his hands planted firmly on the couch by your shoulder as the other gripped your hip. "I love you too, Adam." You murmured against his lips, your voice feather light, just for his ears. His kiss became hungry, devouring everything that you gave him like a man starved, some of his hair falling into your face, the tickling sensation making your toes curl and your heart splutter.

He almost closed the distance between you, but Blurp squeaked in protest on your stomach, almost pouting up at him like you'd both mortally betrayed him "Sorry Blurp. But I need to borrow my love." He was gentle as he picked up the F'saki, usurping him of his position. The fuzzy being only huffed and went to steal your bed. Adam didn't give you a moment to laugh at the situation, swallowing the sound eagerly as his tongue begged for entrance, his hard length making its presence well known against your thigh. He moaned loudly as your tongue came out to play with his, your hips bucking up into him, begging for friction "Y/n, oh gods." He moaned, giving you the perfect opportunity to kiss and nip at his neck.

#adam warlock x reader #adam warlock #cliffhanger #all the fluff

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palfriendpatine66 · 5 months

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Season’s Greetings from the Pining for Life Skywalker-Kenobi family

Read here for some family feels fluff without the need for the long fic backstory commitment of Pining for Preschool

Thank you @grapenehifics for this wonderful idea. I’m not crying at all over this

#pining for life #pining in preschool #obikin #obikin family feels #all the fluff #I am being so normal about this right now

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giggly-squiggily · 5 months

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Babysitter's Guide To Watching Eri (My Hero Academia)

Heyo! This is a gift for the ever amazing @thatbigbisexual29 A while back we were talking about Bakugou and Eri and how cute they'd be as a duo, and thus; this fic has been born! This is pretty self indulgent and likely OOC but who cares- it's Bakugou and Eri! I hope y'all like it! :D

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@myreygn @duckymcdoorknob @baby-tickles2022 @cupcake-spice13 @backy-san @nutzgunray-lvt @sarahmaystock5578 @rachi-roo @mochigiggle @chibisstuff

Summary: In an unexpected turn of events, Bakugou is tasked with babysitting Eri for the day.

When it came to looking after Eri, a few faces immediately came to mind.

First of course was Mirio. The kind hearted hero adored the girl and would bend over backwards to entertain her whenever Aizawa and Mic had hero work to attend to. It didn’t matter what was going on- he was ready to rush over and play whenever needed.

The next was Midoriya. If Mirio was busy or they simply desired another playmate, they’d grab the freckled boy from his studies and invite him over. He’d run through the door with a proud “I am here!” that left Eri squealing in glee and Mirio chucking at how into his role he got for the little girl.

There were others; Nejiri who was always down to play dress up and princess tea party with Eri; Shinsou who helped her with her drawings and watched movies with her; and the U-A girls like Uraraka and Tsuyu who always took her to fun places like the space zone or the aquarium, pointing out cool things and treating her to snacks.

Alas- none of those options were available today for Eri. Mirio and Nejire had work, Midoriya and the girls were finishing their internships, and Shinsou was in extra classes for the hero course. Things were rather…tense as the realization hit them.

“What are we gonna do? We can’t bring her with us during our patrol!” Mic was pacing around the room back and forth in thought, just barely avoiding pulling out his hair. “And all the pro’s are busy- oh man why of all the days!”

“We’ll figure it out. We just need to find someone on short notice.” Aizawa slumped forward in his seat, trying to think. Who was available with no plans today? “Yaoyorozu maybe?”

“Yeah! No…wait- Midnight needed her.” Mic deflated. “Oh! What about Tokoyami?”

“Hawks.” They said at the same time, shaking their heads. “Nearly all the students are being taken up for missions right now- it’s not fair to expect them to bail for our sake. What do we do…” Mic doubled over the desk, holding his head.

Just then- an answer walked through the door.

“Hey- Mr. Aizawa, Best Jeanist texted. He said he wouldn’t be able to take me with him today- some emergency came up.” Bakugou knocked before poking his head through the door, looking a bit disgruntled. “Should I see if Endeavor needs more hands?”

Aizawa and Mic looked at eachother.

“Endeavor has plenty of hands.” Aizawa spoke, finalizing their decision. “However, we do need a favor…”

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A babysitter job. Him- babysitting!

Good grief.

“Okay- here’s everything she’ll need. Eri’s fairly independent, so really the only thing you need to do is entertain her while we’re gone.” Mic had handed him a whole list- A LIST! Of things Eri liked. Everything from her favorite toys to her favorite drinks and snacks- all the movies she loved and games she usually played, etc. etc.

“We should be back a little after lunchtime so if you could take care of that; we have pre-made meals in the fridge, you just need to heat them up. Oh- and careful with the microwave; we don’t know what happened but it’s acting weird. Try not to hit any odd numbers, kay?”

“Odd numbers-wait; how long did you say?” Bakugou stammered as Mic bounced out the door, putting on his hero face. “Is this an all day thing?”

“Is that a problem?” Aizawa raised a brow. “Do you have anything planned today?”

“Well…no, I just…I’m not-” Bakugou waved his arms, feeling a bit helpless. “I’m not exactly great with kids.”

Aizawa softened, reaching out and patting Bakugou’s shoulder. “From what I’ve heard, you did fine with the kids during your remedial classes.”

“That’s only because they were a bunch of snot nosed brats. Plus I had help” Bakugou grumbled.

“That was a bunch of kids. This is Eri- the farthest thing from a brat.” Aizawa squeezed his arm before pulling back, adjusting his scarf. “She’s a good girl and doesn’t need much. Try not to scare her. You know how you can be.”

“I’m not-” Bakugou growled, then snapped his mouth shut when he realized he was proving Aizawa’s point. “Fine. I’ll be…gentle.”

“Thank you again, Bakugou. We truly appreciate it.” Aizawa nodded before heading out, officially leaving Eri in the teen’s care.

“...Heh. Okay, squirt- where do we even-” Bakugou turned to face her but found…nothing. She was nowhere to be seen. “Eri? Hey, where are you?”

Poking his head down the hall, he found her hiding behind a door frame, peeking at him. “You good, kid?”

Eri seemed…scared. Bakugou winced at himself; he hadn’t even talked to her today yet and he already scared her. Sighing, he squatted down to her level, offering a hand. “Look- I know I seem scary, but I promise I’m not gonna yell at you. Whatever you want to do today, we can do, alright?”

The girl seemed to relax some, her expression still nervous. Slowly, she crept towards him, little hands folded on her chest as she looked at her feet. “Sorry…”

“Huh? Why are you apologizing?” She winced at his tone. He internally punched himself. “Er-sorry. Why are you apologizing? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You have to watch me. I ruined your day.” She sounded close to tears. Bakugou felt his chest hurt. Did she hear him calling after Mic?

“No, no kid- you didn’t ruin anything. My day hasn’t even started yet.” With some hesitation, he reached out and patted her head, making her look up. “If you heard me talking to your papa, it wasn’t anything bad about you, I swear. I just don’t know how to…” he waved a hand between them, shrugging in such a manner that he got a smile. “But we can figure this out. We can play whatever you want- including…” He looked at the list, wincing. “Fairy Princess Ball.”

Eri giggled, her nerves easing away as she bounced up to him. “I love that game! But I always play it with Neji. I want to play something else.”

“Sure kid, let’s see.” Bakugou looked at the list once more, but Eri put her hands over it, pushing it down with a headshake.

“No list! I want to play something new.” She looked up at him, eyes dancing. “Something you came up with…erm…”

“Bakugou.” He gave her his name, watching her light up. “But I guess Katsuki is fine if you want.”

“Ba…Baku..” She stammered on the words, then she looked at him. “Kacchy.”

“Close enough.”

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“Ahoy my crew! We’re approaching deadly waters!” Eri cried from her pillow fort on the couch, holding a circular cushion in her small hands like a steering wheel. “They say a mean old sea monster lives here- we must be careful!”

“Oi who you calling old-er I mean…Grrrrrrr!” Eri giggled at the growling heard beneath a nearby blue blanket, slowly getting closer and closer to her “ship”. Behind her, her crew of squishmellows sat aligned, all dressed in pirate outfits and ready to assist.

“Do you hear that? It’s getting closer!” Eri looked around, pushing up her pirate hat as she searched for the monster. “Let’s turn to-”

“ROAR!” Bakugou shot from the blanket, a dragon hat on his head as he raised his arms high. Eri squealed, falling back in her pillows with a giggly shriek. “I’m a sea monster! And I’m gonna eat your boat!”

“Noo! Quick- Yuki! Save us!” Eri chucked her nearest Squishmellow at him, watching it bounce off his chest harmlessly. Bakugou flailed backwards anyway, pretending to be hit. “Go, go!”

“Gah! No! Not the dreaded squish!” He cried out as she assaulted him with squishmellow after squishmellow, finally jumping on him when she ran out. “Ah! No! It’s the Pirate Princess Eri!”

“That’s right! And I’m gonna take you out, Mr. Sea Monster! Take THIS!” She shot her hands out, scribbling them all over his belly with reckless abandon.

“AH! Ahehahahahhaa! Whahahahit- wahahhhahait I didiihihihihn’t agrehehehehehehehee to thihihihihiihs!” Bakugou spasmed with a yelp, not at all prepared for such acts! Semi buried beneath squishmellows, the blonde laughed and squirmed, fighting the urge to curse in front of Eri. “Ehahhhahahhaha, you brahhahahahhat! This ihihhihihihisn’t fahahahhahair!”

“He he he! Looks like you’re no match for the great Eri-EHH!” The little girl squealed when Bakugou suddenly lunged, gathering her up and gently tickling her back. “Ahehahahahahahahaha! Kahahhaahahahchy!”

“Who’s Kacchy? I’m the dreadful sea monster, remember? Forget eating your ship, I’m gonna eat YOU!” He roared playfully as he carried on tickling her, making Eri squeal and kick in glee. “I’m gonna roll you in flour, bake you and then eat you up bones and all!”

“Ahehahhhahahhaa! Nohohohoohohohoo!” Eri rolled out of his arms, running for her boat. “Stahhahay awhawhhahahay!” She squealed through her giggles as she grabbed her squishmellow, smacking him with it. “Tahhake that!”

“Oh, it is ON!” He grabbed the smallest squish he could find, lightly swatting back at her as she laughed herself silly. For someone so small, she sure could pack a hit!

RIIIIIP!

“Oh no!” Eri cried, freezing Bakugou in his spot. The squishmellow she was using to attack had suddenly ripped open- a huge gaping hole in the side. Stuffing rolled down the couch, littering the floor. “Yuki…”

Yuki…oh shit. That was one of her favorite toys from the list.

“Oh man, kid…” Bakugou paled upon looking at the mess. Eri’s eyes filled with tears.

Bakugou looked at her, then at the toy. Then he sighed, pulling off the dragon hat.

“No tears, Doctor Eri. We have a patient to fix.” He announced, making her look up. “Hang on- I have something that can fix Yuki.

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“I didn’t know you could sew!” Eri sat wide eyed as she watched Bakugou carefully stitch back up her toy, his handiwork slow but consistent. “Where’d you learn that?”

“A hero has tons of tricks.” Bakugou grinned at her, pushing the fallen stuffing back in as he went along. “My parents are in the fashion business. My dad makes clothes while my mom models them. I helped them out a few summers- mainly just taking care of rips and tears in the clothes.”

“Wow…” Eri leaned into her hands, taking it all in. “Papa…he got me Yuki as a present when I first started living here.”

Ah. That made sense why the plush was so faded. It also explained Eri’s reaction. “Did he now?”

“Mm-hm! He came home with it one day- told me it was a present for my birthday!” Eri smiled at the memory, cheeks flushing with fondness for her adoptive parents. “It wasn’t really my birthday, but it was the first real gift from Daddy and Papa- I love it very much.”

Bakugou didn’t have much to say about that, finishing off the last stitch before puffing Yuki up some. “There we go. Good as new- er; minus the big scar.”

Eri practically tackled him, hugging his arm with a teary grin. “Thank you, Kacchy. And I don’t mind the scar. All the people I love have them.”

That’s when he realized she was looking at him too, at the faded scars along his bicep.

“Heh, I guess they do.” He laughed through a thick voice.

~~~

“Alright- let’s see…which one kid?” Bakugou presented both meals to Eri, watching her look each one over. It was around the afternoon when he got a text from Aizawa; turns out they weren’t gonna be back until late that evening; meaning it was up to Bakugou to prepare her meal.

“Hmm…this one!” She pointed, pleased with her decision. Bakugou nodded, putting the other away before popping the pre-made meal into the microwave. “Daddy makes the best food!”

“He does.” Bakugou agreed, knowing just how good Aizawa was as a cook. “He once made-”

The microwave beeped and shook. Bakugou paled upon realizing his mistake.

Don’t press any of the odd buttons!

“ERI MOVE!” Bakugou ran at her, gathering her up and leaping just as the microwave exploded. Glass and semi cooked food flew across the kitchen, the smell of smoke strong as the inside of the microwave sizzled. A small flame remained within.

Bakugou blinked, then he looked over Eri. Besides looking utterly shocked, she didn’t have any wounds or burns. Nodding, he quickly grabbed the fire extinguisher, putting out the remains of the microwave. Once done, he grabbed a wooden spoon and batted out the plug. “There. Eri, are you okay?”

The girl seemed stunned, wide eyed and shaky. Bakugou kneeled before her, voice gentle. “Eri?”

“Erm…yeah. I’m okay.” She nodded, shaking out of her shock as she met his eye. “What about you?”

“Nothing broken here. Sorry I blew up dinner.” He laughed some, looking back at the mess. “Er…want pizza?”

~~~ “And that is that.” Bakugou huffed as he and Eri flopped into the couch, fairly exhausted. The kitchen was clean once more, and a box of pizza with only the crust remaining laid on the coffee table. In the background, a movie with talking fish carried on. Eri insisted it was a great movie. If he were being honest, she was right. “What a day. Sorry I kinda messed everything up, kid.”

“What do you mean? I had so much fun today!” She smiled up at him, sleepy. “We played pirates and sea monsters, you fixed Yuki, and we got to eat pizza and watch movies! I’m glad you came today, Kacchy.”

Bakugou grinned, something warm setting in his chest as she scooted closer to him, lying against his side. “I’m sure Mirio or Deku would have been better.”

“Maybe. But you’re great in your own way.” She yawned, huffing some before closing her eyes. “Thanks for being here, Kacchy…I appreciate it…”

“Eri?” He looked down to find her sleeping with a happy smile on her face. Chuckling, he petted back her hair away from her peaceful expression.

“Glad to be there for you kid.”

Thanks for reading!

#mha/bnha #fluff #all the fluff #bakugou katsuki #eri #babysitting antics #soft!bakugou #I tried to keep him in character as much as possible but like...#come on #he'd be so soft with Eri #tickle fights #cooking mishaps #movies and games #They are precious your honor

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selene-and-the-cold · 8 months

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A person falling asleep at their desk / work bench because they tried to work despite having a cold and being miserable and feverish is one of my all time favourite tropes.

Especially when their SO finds them there and gently wakes them up.

"Darling? Wake up... You must be so uncomfortable here, you poor thing! Come, let's get you to bed."

#Snzarios #Colds #all the fluff

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onceuponapuffin · 27 days

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Imagine the day when Aziraphale happens upon a recipe for devilled eggs. He waits until Crowley goes out to make them, and when Crowley comes back, Aziraphale presents them with a huge mischievous smile on his face. Crowley can't help but laugh, and Aziraphale laughs with him and it's great.

Then Crowley watches Aziraphale eat each one, and it's even better.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens 2 #good omens fandom #good omens headcanon #aziracrow lasts forever #aziraphale x crowley #give me a happy ending or give me death #good omens fluff #domestic fluff #all the fluff

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desert-fern · 1 year

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You’re the Only One on my Mind - Jake Seresin X Reader

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin X Fem!Reader (Callsign: Spitfire)

Summary: Jake loses a bet to you and is forced to lip sync as punishment. Little do you both know, that evening holds far more in store than expected.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating (not Spitfire or Hangman), mentions of nightmares, fluff, kissing, me not knowing military things :)

Word Count: 7.3k

A/N: So I already contributed once to @roosterforme ‘s #love is in the air tgm event, I’m Pretty Sure You’re That Love Of Mine, my Phoenix X Reader oneshot and I figured what the hell, let’s have another one. Title is from Cody Simpson’s La Da Dee. I apologize in advance for the length, it kind of ran away from me 🤷‍♀️

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You pressed play on your phone and the opening lyrics of Cody Simpson’s song La Da Dee rang out through the rec room. Sitting back in your seat, you watched Jake closely, almost daring him to fuck up.

"There's no way to say this song's about someone else

Every time you're not in my arms

I start to lose myself."

In response, the little shit shot you a wink, green eyes dancing with mirth. You scoffed, rolling your eyes in mock annoyance, but the grin on your face gave you away.

“Someone please pass me my shades,” Hangman sang, keeping his gaze fixated on the small woman who’d put him in this position. You two had made a bet, whoever was shot down first in training had to lip sync to a song the winner chose. Clearly, the blond pilot had lost.

“Don’t be afraid, Bagman! It’s not like Rooster is recording this whole thing!” You called out over the music.

"Don’t let ‘em see me down

You’ve taken over my days

So tonight I'm going out."

The next set of lyrics passed by, and the whole group, now affectionately known as the Dagger Squadron, were grinning widely, not even trying to hide their amusement. Making direct eye contact with you, Jake continued singing, pointing at you to make sure you knew he was singing to you.

"Yet I'm feeling like

There is no better place than right by your side

I had a little taste

And I'll only spoil the party anyway

'Cause all the girls are looking fine

But you're the only one on my mind."

Biting back a grin, you shook your head. But your foot was tapping against the floor as you watched the scene unfold. “Pssst,” Phoenix hissed. “Having fun over there?”

“Loads,” you replied, your gaze still fixed on your colleague dad-dancing. At his jerky body roll, you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. “This is so much better than I thought it would be.”

“La da dee

La da dee doo

La da dee me

La da dee you

La da dee

La da dee doo

There's only me

There's only you”

“I bet. I can practically see you drooling,” Halo replied, leaning over Phoenix to comment. She found it hilarious. Both Jake’s bad dancing, and the fact that you refused to admit your feelings for the tall blond pilot. She was certain that they were reciprocated, after all, the Hangman wouldn’t agree to lip sync in front of the entire squadron for just anyone.

Your cheeks pinked at her words, rolling your eyes at her before returning your gaze to the man before you.

“La da dee doo

La da dee me

La da dee you

La da dee

La da dee doo

When you are gone I think of you.”

Jake watched the faint blush appear on your face, and it made him grin widely. He’d been watching you this whole time, making sure that you were having as much fun as he was. Of course, it would have been fun for him to win, but now, watching you try and bite back a smile, he wouldn’t have traded this situation for anything.

“All these places packed with people

But your face is all I see.”

And these words were true. You had only recently joined up with the Dagger Squadron, replacing Harvard and in that very short period of time, you had worked your way into Jake’s mind, his thoughts, and his heart.

“And the music's way too loud

But your voice won't let me be.

So many pretty girls around

They're just dressing to impress.”

The next verse passed by with Jake not really doing anything, mostly standing still. Fanboy was bopping along to the music, poking Coyote every now and then just to over exaggerate his next few dance moves when Javy looked over.

“But the thought of you alone has got me sweating, I don't know what to say next,” Jake sang. A small part of him was hoping that you knew that he meant the words he was singing. The look of joy in your eyes made him grin widely and he strutted over to Rooster and began dancing around the man just to see your reaction.

Watching the scene unfolding in front of you, you couldn’t help but laugh. You threw your head back against the couch, stifling your raucous laughter with a hand over your mouth.

Jake’s heart soared. Sitting on the couch in front of him, you had never looked more beautiful as you tried to hold in your giggles at his purposefully terrible dance moves. He could always feel your gaze on him, always in so tune with your presence that it made his skin tingle.

“I'm feeling like

There is no better place than right by your side.

I had a little taste

And I'll only spoil the party anyway

'Cause all the girls are looking fine

But you're the only one on my mind.”

Leaving Rooster alone for the moment, Hangman made his way over to you, holding his hand out as he sang the bridge of the song. You took his hand hesitantly after getting shoved by both Payback and Phoenix, and he grinned, preparing for the chorus.

“La da dee

La da dee doo

La da dee me

La da dee you.”

With his usual self-assured behaviour, Jake spun you around, catching you when you stumbled at the suddenness of the movement, only to twirl you once more. He loved being able to hold you so closely in his arms, savouring the moment because he knew that there was absolutely no way that he would get this chance again.

“La da dee

La da dee doo

There's only me

There's only you.”

Unbeknownst to the two pilots, the rest of the room was grinning, finally seeing just how perfect the pair was for each other. Bob leaned over and poked Fanboy, holding his hand up. “You owe me.”

“Fuck,” the Latino man swore, fumbling for his wallet in the bag at his feet. “How the hell did you know?”

“I watched them. Ain’t my fault you didn’t see it," Bob chuckled, pocketing the twenty Fanboy passed over.

Coyote just laughed, his gaze was still on Hangman, who’d spun you back to your seat. You landed awkwardly in your spot, ending up halfway on Payback, who just pushed you over, leading to a playful shoving match between yourself and him.

“La da dee

La da dee doo

La da dee me

La da dee you

La da dee

La da dee doo

When you are gone I think of you.

La da dee

La da dee doo

La da dee me

La da dee you

La da dee

La da dee doo

There's only me

There's only you.”

Hangman made his way around the rec room, singing loudly in the faces of Coyote, Halo, and Payback. He received a multitude of middle fingers sent in his direction, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Your face was a bright pink from both your blush and the giggles that had just died down.

Sending you a wink, Jake’s heart thrummed happily at your pinking ears, loving that he was the cause of your reaction.

“La da dee

La da dee doo

La da dee me

La da dee you

La da dee

La da dee doo

When you are gone I think of you.

I'll pretend the night is so beautiful

Take a photo with the bros.

La da dee

La da da doo.”

“So. Does this convince you?” Phoenix mumbled.

Your face contorted in confusion. “Convince me of what?”

“That he has feelings for you. He wouldn’t have agreed to this bet if I tried to make it with him,” Natasha replied. She could see the realisation set in on her friend’s face and smiled to herself.

“Shit.” Your eyes widened just a touch. Deep down you’d always hoped that your feelings were shared, but being confronted by the reality felt like the rug out from under your feet.

“They won't see through my disguise

Right here behind my eyes

Replaying in my mind

La dee da yeah

I'm feeling like

There is no better place than right by your side,

I had a little taste.”

And he had. Just in the last few minutes, but it was enough. Jake knew that he wanted you the moment he saw you. But you fought him on every attempt, pushing him back. It forced him to push his feelings away, to accept that you only saw him as a friend. The blush though, that confused him. Did it mean you felt the same? Did you want him the same way he wanted you?

“And I'll only spoil the party anyway

'Cause all the girls are looking fine.

But you're the only one on my mind.”

Mentally preparing himself for the last few verses, Jake glanced over to watch you. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Didn’t ever want to look away. But he had to, just for a moment. He turned and began teasing Rooster, standing behind the chair the other man sat in, popping up on either side of Rooster’s head, singing loudly.

“La da dee

La da dee doo

La da dee me

La da dee you

La da dee

La da dee doo

There's only me

There's only you.”

Hangman had been smacked upside the head after just one of the three final verses, so he moved on, choosing Coyote as his next victim.

“La da dee

La da dee doo

La da dee me

La da dee you

La da dee

La da dee doo

When you are gone I think of you.”

You and the others on the blue couch burst out laughing at the look on Coyote’s face. It was a mixture of confusion, amusement, and a whole series of others that were indecipherable, but were enough to make them laugh loudly.

“La da dee

La da dee doo

La da dee me

La da dee you

La da dee

La da dee doo

There's only me

There's only you.”

Beginning the last part of the final chorus, Jake began to spin. His arms were extended out to his sides and he spun around the room like a five year-old in a dance class.

“La da dee

La da dee doo

La da dee me

La da dee you

La da dee

La da dee doo

When you are gone I think of you.”

With a flourish, Jake stopped spinning. He wobbled a little on feet, but stood there beaming. A moment of silence took place as the other pilots made eye contact before Javy leapt up with a holler and clapped his best friend on the back. The rest of the pilots followed moments later, surrounding Hangman and teasing him for his performance, but he couldn’t find it within himself to be bothered by them. The only opinion he wanted belonged to the smallest of the three women in the room.

You watched Jake get swarmed by the other members of the squadron, opting to stand back. Your eyes met his green ones as you mouthed “You did good,” in his direction, watching as a million-watt smile overtook his face, and he let himself get dragged into the whooping and hollering from the pilots around him.

———

Hours later, you sat in the rec room, nose in your book. You had sought out the quiet of the room late at night to avoid Halo’s teasing about your reaction to Hangman’s fulfillment of the dare. Humming, you turned the page, losing yourself in the plot and characters, pausing only to take a drink from the tea sitting next to you.

A noise made you start and you quickly closed your book, suddenly on high alert. “Sorry, didn’ mean to scare you,” a familiar voice said from the doorway.

“Oh, it’s just you,” you replied. You settled back in your position on the couch, reopening your book and began to read where you’d left off.

He moved into the light, leaning against the doorframe. “I’ll pretend that doesn’t hurt,” he answered, a little more of a drawl in his voice than usual. “Jus’ me. Coulda been a murderer for all you know.”

“Hmmm…” came the wordless reply. “But it wasn’t.”

Pushing off the wooden frame, Jake padded over to the couch you sat on. You looked so calm, hair down around your shoulders, bare feet tucked under a random blue blanket. It was a sight that took his breath away. You looked beautiful even at your most relaxed. “But if it was?”

Shaking your head, you stuck your bookmark in between the pages and shut it. “If you were a murderer Jake, I would have screamed,” you replied with a soft smile. “Why are you up?”

“Mm. Couldn’t sleep. You?”

“Same. And Halo is being unbearable,” you said with a small smile. A softer version of Jake sat next to you, hair fluffy from being towel dried, bare feet resting on the wood floor. It felt private. Like he had let his guard down so you could see who he really was. Not just a flight suit or service khakis and the ego that spanned for miles, but also a black T-shirt and grey sweatpants, clothing of comfort and ease showcasing a different, softer person that was hidden away.

“Oh?” A blond eyebrow was raised in question, and you bit back your chuckle. “How so?”

“Just being Halo,” you said vaguely, not meeting his eyes. “You know how she is.”

“Fair enough,” Jake replied. He wondered why you didn’t meet his gaze, but chose to ignore it. “Whatcha reading’?”

You flipped the book around so he could see the cover. “Eight Perfect Murders, so you can see that I’m well prepared in case you were a murderer.”

“Huh.”

“Yep.”

Silence fell over you both for a few moments before you spoke again. “What song would you have picked if you'd won?”

Jake hummed, narrowing his gaze in faux concentration. “Don’t think I actually thought that far ahead,” he admitted, with a soft smile in your direction.

A cheeky grin overtook your face. “Does this mean you thought I was going to win from the start?” You asked, leaning forwards into his space, a hand on his knee. “Because it just further proves that I’m the better pilot.”

“You were always better,” Jake replied sincerely. “And I’m sorry if I made you feel like you weren’t.”

“You don’t need to apologise, I was always going to feel like I was pretty damn good at my job, regardless of what you thought,” you replied, waving his apology off. You pushed off his knee and settled back against the pillow behind you. “Sorry for being all up in your space.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jake said. And he meant it, because holy shit, if he could get you to lean into his space again, he’d do whatever it took. “I think I would have made you lip sync to Before he Cheats.”

“Carrie Underwood?”

“You surprised?”

You paused. “Actually no, you’d think I would be, but that makes sense to me.” You placed your book on the table beside the couch. “After all, I did glitter bomb my ex’s house and car after I found out he was cheating on me with my sister.”

“Actually?” The blond man was stunned. “Who would cheat on you?” The concept seemed absurd to him, because you were his idea of the perfect woman. Sharp, skilled, smart, and could be soft if you so chose.

“That dickhead. Dude just couldn’t keep it in his pants. He actually had the balls to say that it was because I was gone all the time because of my job. I told him to kindly fuck off,” you recounted with a sharp grin. It looked predatory, and it was a look that he was used to seeing on your face. Some of the older pilots often assumed you were a secretary or on base personnel, which of course there was nothing wrong with, but it drove you crazy because you felt it negated your skills. And Jake knew that. “But he’s irrelevant anyways, so let’s not talk about that,” you said, curling in on yourself just a little. “Why are you really up?”

“You figured me out that quickly?”

You gave him a soft smile. “Your eyes wouldn’t be so bloodshot if you couldn’t fall asleep tonight. It looks like this has been going on for a bit,” you said in a tone as gentle as the look on your face. “Jake, if it’s none of my business, just tell me and I’ll drop it. But I am here if you want to talk.”

Jake sighed, shifting on the couch. “I appreciate that.” He tucked a foot under his leg and shuffled closer to the woman sitting nearby. “It’s nightmares.” His voice had dropped low, barely above a whisper as he spoke. It was almost like he was ashamed.

You hummed, nodding as you did. “Can I ask how long you have had them?”

“Since the uranium mission. I know it’s stupid and I should just suck it up because this happens to everyone and I just-” Jake rambled, running a hand through his hair and messing it up even more than it already was. He looked haggard and beaten down, like he hadn’t slept properly in a long time.

“Hey…take a breath,” you said, gently redirecting him. “You’re okay, Jake. Just breathe.” You slid closer to him, reaching for him hesitantly. You were unsure how to proceed, so you took a deep breath, watching Jake copy you. “One more.”

He did, chest heaving stiltedly as he tried to steady his breathing. Jake didn’t look at you, staring instead at his hands that shook on his lap. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. "You shouldn't see me like this."

You gave him a soft look, but in your mind, anger whirled, cursing whoever had made this man before you doubt himself and his feelings. You were angry that he had been made to feel like emotions were weakness. Taking one more breath, you reached out and grabbed Jake's hand, holding it between your own. "Hey," you said softly. "You have nothing to apologize for. Absolutely nothing. You are allowed to feel your feelings. And fuck whoever said that you couldn't."

Your words drew a wet chuckle from Jake's chest, and he leaned closer to you, seeking your warmth like a moth to a flame. He hated how vulnerable he was in this moment, hated that you, one of the strongest people he knew, had to see him so fragile. "But they were right," he mumbled.

"We all struggle, but that doesn’t mean we have to let it drag us down with it. You wouldn't tell me to suck it up, would you?” You squeezed his hand, giving him a soft smile. He shook his head, eyes fixated on the floor. “So don't tell yourself that. Just let it out.”

You were met with a wet half-smile, his green eyes gazing on you with an thankful look. “You were already stationed on the Roosevelt, so you know the jist of the mission. But when I left the carrier, there was a moment of panic. That I was going to be too late to save them,” he admitted quietly. “And I know I wasn’t, I got there. Rooster and Mav are fine, but my brain wants me to relive the situation as if I didn’t. Then in Siberia, you crashed harder than I’ve ever seen a plane crash. And you walked away, but…” He fiddled with you hand, toying with your fingers. But he wasn’t looking at you, fearing judgement.

“The ‘what-ifs’ take over,” you finished for him gently. “Those bastards love being heard.” You bit your lip, before continuing. “I understand, that mission haunts me too. Forces me to relive that moment over and over again.” A scoff left your lips, and you shook your head. “I get it, and I’m here if you need someone to talk to. Again.”

Finally, he raised his head to look at you again. “Thank you. For listening, I mean.” Jake looked nervous, like he didn’t believe that he could be vulnerable. And he tried to push the nerves away, but found that he couldn’t. Not when he was being faced with the intelligent eyes of the woman he’d slowly fallen for.

“There’s no need to thank me,” you replied. “I know you would have listened if I needed to talk. So let’s focus on something else, draw your attention away from the dreaded ‘what-ifs’. Ask me anything.”

A small grin appeared, breaking through the fear and anxiety on Jake’s face. “Anything? You might come to regret that, sweetheart.”

“Promise?”

Jake groaned, head lolling back to rest on the back of the couch. He ran a hand over his face, wiping off his tears before replying. “You will be the death of me, sweetheart,” he said, watching you closely. The spark of mischief dancing in your eyes, well, he knew that it was reflected in his own. It was a sudden one-eighty from the mood only moments earlier. “What’s the real reason you got your call sign? And don’t say your attitude, because we all know that that played a part.”

Shaking your head, you ignored the question to ask “Really? That’s your first question? Not going to go for something more hard hitting?”

“Nope, now answer it.”

“Ugh. Fine. I have a tattoo of a Spitfire on my sternum. One of the girls at basic saw it and I’ve been ‘Spitfire’ ever since,” you told him, making a gesture over your shirt showing him where it sat.

“Seriously? Why a Spitfire?”

“Yep, and it's because my grandpa flew one in Korea. It's actually the same model as the one he flew,” you told him with a soft smile.

Jake leaned forwards. “You have a photo?” He asked excitedly, almost like he couldn’t believe he didn’t know that you had tattoos.

“I do, but they’re on my phone in my room. I’ll show you tomorrow?” You replied, smiling a little. Your thumb ran over the back of Jake’s hand, offering comfort and empathy anyway you could. “But in the meantime, I have some that you can see easily. You know, if you want?”

“Where are they?” His eagerness made you laugh, a smile etched on your face.

“Come again?” You asked with a teasing smile on your lips. “Don’t think I quite heard you.”

“Come on, don’t tease me sweetheart.”

“I’m pretty sure you said that already,” you replied, a small smirk on your face. “But fine, I might as well. Here.” You pushed the blanket off your lap and pulled up the bottom of your loose sleep shorts to reveal a large and ornate foliage-covered dagger on your thigh. “This was the first tattoo I had done.”

Jake reached out, finger tracing the fine lines of the hilt. He wasn’t sure what had possessed him to do such a thing, but now that he had and felt the warm skin beneath his palm, he wasn’t regretting it.

You shivered as Jake traced the outline of your tattoo. Catching his hand once he’d gone around a few times, you gave him a gentle look. “Slow down, Bagman. You keep that up and you won’t get to see the others.”

“‘M sorry,” he mumbled, but he didn’t look sorry for his teasing.

You only winked at him, before pulling up the hem of your shirt, revealing the tan skin underneath and Jake was pretty sure that he’d died and gone to heaven at this point. Written in a cursive font on your hip were the words ‘She flies by her own wings.’ On the other side, just below your ribs, in a typewriter font sat the words ‘I Dare You,’ and Jake couldn’t help but laugh at how fitting the words were. “What are you laughing about?” You asked, a smile evident in your voice.

“Just how fitting this one is,” the man replied, brushing his thumb over the skin, grinning when he felt you suck in a breath at the gentle touch. “No wonder you got ‘Spitfire’ as a call sign.”

You huffed a laugh, still hyper aware of Jake’s touch on your skin. Each pass of his thumb only burned his touch into you, setting your body alight. “Guess so,” you hummed, trying to slow your breathing, hoping that he hadn’t noticed.

“You have any more?”

“A few, but only two that I can show you without undressing.” You turned your head to the side, folding your ear over to reveal a silhouette of an old Spitfire plane, but underneath that, was the image of a ghost, acting as the shadow. “I got this just after I made my old squadron straight out of flight school.”

A feather-light touch to the skin made you shiver once again. “Squadron six sixty-six?” Jake mumbled from just behind you, sending sparks down you spine and making you squirm.

“Mhmm, first pilot to do that in the time that squadron has been active. Showed up my entire class, that’s how I knew I was the 1%,” you replied with a breathy chuckle. “Took a lot of extra work, but it got me here, so…” you trailed off, shrugging.

“It was clearly worth it,” Jake finished. “Don’t you have the triple sixes on your hand as well?”

“I have the VFA call code for that squadron on my ankle, if that’s what you mean,” you hummed, turning back to face Jake only to have your nose brush his with how close he was. “Oh…”

“Sorry, I’ll…” Jake whispered, shifting backwards just enough to create a few inches of space between you.

You reached out, cradling his jaw and smiling as he leaned into your touch. “Don’t,” you whispered back. “Don’t move. Please.”

“Are you sure?” Jake held his breath, and prayed that he wasn’t reading this the wrong way. Sitting so close to you, he could see the many colours in your eyes, smell the perfume that was so uniquely yours that he swore he could pick it out of a crowd.

“Mhmm… I’m sure.” You watched his eyes flick down towards your lips, and back to your eyes before repeating the motion. You watched him closely, still aware of his hand on your jaw where it had drifted after investigating the ghost tattoo. “What are you thinking?” you whispered.

“How much I want to kiss you, and if I do, hoping you won’t slap me,” the blond chuckled awkwardly.

Tilting your head slightly, you leaned forwards and pressed a barely-there kiss to his lips. “Still afraid?” you asked, pulling back to catch the stunned look on his face.

Jake blinked in surprise. It felt like his brain had shut down at the feeling of your lips against his and he wanted to feel this way forever. “No, no. Not at all,” he finally replied.

At his words, a blinding smile appeared on your face and you placed your hand on his cheek, running your thumb along his cheek bone. “Shall I do it again?”

“Please.” And this time, Jake was the first to lean in, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. His heart soared, and he did his best to pour as much emotion into the gesture as he could, if only because he feared he would never get this chance again. When he did pull away, Jake felt your forehead lean against his, your eyes closed. “Okay, so I’m definitely doing that again.”

You laughed lightly, your eyes opening to gaze softly at the man in front of you. “Soon?”

“Hell yeah.” His eager reply sent you both into quiet giggles.

You fell silent, just savouring the newness of the moment they were in. “If you told me eight years ago,” you began, “That I’d be kissing the single most cocky pilot I’ve ever met, I’d tell you that you were insane. Especially since I punched the last one that tried something with me.”

Your honesty had Jake huffing a laugh. ��Why does that not surprise me?”

“Because I punched you in the nose after you insulted me.”

“That would do it,” he mumbled, gaze slipping to your lips once more. “C’mere.” Jake’s hands slid to your hips, pulling you forward and onto his lap.

You let out a slight gasp, hands scrambling for purchase against his chest as you straddled him. “Jake.”

“Yeah sweetheart?”

“Just kiss me.”

And kiss you he did.

———

A/N: Thank you so much for reading!

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young-royals-confessions · 5 months

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I'm having a really shit day, thought I might cure it with some super fluffy fics, if anyone has any recommendations?

Funny and fluffy works too. Rating doesn't matter but I can't with any drama or pain rn.

Thank you 💖💖💖

🫂🫂🫂

#seeking fic recs #fluff #all the fluff #yr fanfic #young royals

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descendantofthesparrow · 1 year

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if you will Marry Me - Harry Hook x reader - oneshot

“Harry?” you called out gently as you stepped into the room, it was dark and quiet, as usual when it wasn’t in use for balls or galas. you looked up at the chandeliers, smiling when you remembered the last time you were here-it was for the yearly ball for the anniversary of the vks freedom day, you remembered that first day; when you met him, your harry.

You stood quietly near the wall of the ballroom, sipping carefully at your sparkling cider as Vk’s and Ak’s alike mingled all around the room, celebrating Lady Mal and King Ben’s decision to decree the partial removal of the barrier, only those with good intent could pass through with ease; so any child or adult that wished to come and go to Auradon was free to do so.

It was one of the few ways to guarantee freedom to those who wanted it and deserved it, while keeping those who still only wanted destruction and evil behind the magical barrier. You smiled as you saw your little brother dancing about with a boy his age, their light-purple hair pulled back in a braid with a wide grin on their face.

Your eyes drew to a vk that seemed to be-out of place, or at least he felt like it, wearing a scarlet leather vest over a white button-up, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he tapped his fingers on his glass, his eyes on Uma and Ben who were dancing with the crowd. He looked unsure of himself, glancing down at his hands then back up at Uma.

Harry Hook, Uma’s right-hand man. You chuckled, you had heard he was a very cocksure person and oozed confidence like it was second nature. And yet here he stood, in a corner and shy. You licked your lips, wondering if you should actually interact with someone when his strong accent blessed your ears.

“Seems I’m no’t tha’ only one alone eh?” you looked up at him, smiling softly as he looked at you, a shy grin on his pretty lips. You laughed, nodding a bit. “yeah, my brothers abandoned me a while ago, and I really don’t know anyone else, so” you shrugged, leaning back against the wall as Harry joined you, looking a bit relieved to no longer be the only one alone at the grand ball. “im (y/n), (y/n) (l/n)” you introduced yourself, holding out your hand, grinning as he took it and shook it gently, squeezing your hand lightly as he gave you a dreamy grin.

“Harry, Harry Hook. Lovely ta meet ye (y/n),”

Your relationship had a slow start, it had taken you nearly a year to ask Harry out, to which he laughed and pulled out a crystalized rose and told you he was just about to ask you out. From then-everything just-set into place. It had been five years since then, Harry was now a model for Evie’s fashion business, and you were going into your family business; both making enough money to support the both of you with ease.

You were comfortable, and you were happy. And Harry was ready to take another step in your relationship. “Harry?” you called his name again, crossing your arms as you stepped further into the ballroom, spinning on your heel to look for him; he had asked you to meet him here a few hours ago, on the anniversary of you asking him out.

You agreed-and here you were now, wondering where he was. He did say 3 o’clock, didn’t he? “Harry?” you called again, gasping as the light above you suddenly came on, softly illuminating you and your surroundings. You laughed gently, turning every which way to try to find Harry, your smile turning soft as you heard him begin to whistle softly, walking towards you with his hands behind his back.

You recognized that tune, it was an old courting song from ages ago, one Harry’s mother knew well and taught to Harriet, who taught it to Harry-in case he ever found someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Realization hit you then, butterflies flurrying about in your belly as your cheeks flared to life, your breath stopping as Harry began to sing, his voice quiet and soft, his accent clear as water.

“I’ll swim and sail the savage seas, with ne’r a fear of drowning” he stepped closer, taking your hands in his, his eyes sweet and soft, a near pleading to his voice as you held back a sob, tears in your eyes. “and gladly ride tha’ waves of life, if you will marry me.”

You swallowed, staring into his ever blue eyes you had fallen so deeply in love with, feeling his warm hands transfer his heat into your hands, you intertwined your fingers, bringing his hands up and pressing them to your lips, smiling behind your intertwined hands. “no scorching sun, nor freezing cold, will stop me on my journey. If you will promise me yer heart,”

You brought his hands down then, your voice joining his in the ballroom that contained no-one but you and your beloved pirate. “and love me for eternity~” Harry beamed, squeezing your hands and then letting them go as you raised them up in the dance Harry had so sweetly taught you a few years back, when you had first asked him about his mother and the things she had taught him in her short span of being in his life.

“my dearest one, my darling dear; your mighty words astound me.” Harry joined you in that dance, his arm pressed against yours as you began to circle each other under the soft light. “but I’ve no need for need for mighty deeds,” you switched arms and directions then, laughing as Harry beamed brightly, laughing with you as you sang. “when I feel your arms around me!”

Harry almost giggled, taking your hands and speeding up the dance, your feet dancing between each other before he dropped to one knee and guided you around him, his eyes wide and bright with pure happiness. “but I would bring you rings of gold, I’d even sing you poetry, and I would keep you from all harm! If you would stay beside me!”

You shook your head, rolling your eyes playfully as you brought Harry back up and tugged him closer, turning your back to his chest as your arms crossed over the other, still holding Harry’s hands as you danced “I have no use for rings of gold, I care not for your poetry, I only want your hand to hold!”

“I only want you near me~!” Harry sang, spinning you back around and engaging the two of you in a near waltz-like dance; his cheeks red and eyes full of nothing but love. The two of you sang together now, voices echoing in harmony within the ballroom. “to love, to kiss, to sweetly hold, for the dancing and the dreaming. Through all life’s sorrows and delights, I’ll keep your love beside me! I’ll swim and sail the savage with ner a fear of drowning, I’d gladly ride the waves of life; if you will marry me~!” Harry picked you up and spun you around in the air, your voices holding for a moment before they turned to laughter, pure unfiltered laughter full of love.

Harry set you down, the two of you out of breath as he pulled a box out of his pocket, opening the black velvet and showing you his mother’s ring, the ruby gleaming with its black band shining to accent it. “so, will ye?” Harry asked breathlessly, giggling as you just kissed him and held him tightly, holding out your hand and unable to keep still as he slid the ring onto your finger.

“I love you, mo Leannan” Harry whispered, my sweetheart, his sweet nickname for you. You grinned against him, pulling him into another kiss as you whispered those words back. “and I love you, mon amour.”

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……I saw a stoick n Valka edit of this song on tik tok-started making this-made an edit for Huma to the song, and then finished making this XD

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#harry hook descendants #disney descendants #harry hook x reader #just #all the fluff #proposal #no use of pronouns #or gender #so (y/n) can be read freely

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creativitysparks4everxoxo · 9 months

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I imagine that after everything that went down in ROTB, Noah would be struggling with some PTSD and would eventually seek comfort in Mirage. Just being around him is reassuring for Noah and he would inevitably fall asleep in his alt mode because he knows he is safe and Mirage is okay.

I just like fluffy scenes with these 2, okay! 🥲 I can't draw cars to save my life!

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christinesficrecs · 1 year

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Any fluff seasons 5-6 or post cannon fics?

There are so many fluffy fics in the tags! This post is a little more canon divergent, which is hopefully what you were looking for. ❤️

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Honestly, it’s like—why aren’t people accidentally getting werewolf married all the time, if it happens this easily?

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“We’re friends,” Stiles feels his face heat up, and then the team are running out and Derek sees him and smiles. His blush gets worse.

“Oh really?”

“Our moms were friends, okay? We’ve been in diapers together.”

“I thought you two hated each other.”

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Or, a love story in two parts... and two languages.

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One of Derek's ex-boyfriends is headed to town and Derek's not feeling inferior at all. ...yeah that's a total lie. He needs something to make his life look less pathetic and he thinks maybe a boyfriend would do the trick. Derek's willing to let the pack help out… but he draws the line at Stiles becoming his fake boyfriend. No way. Not even if Stiles was the last fake boyfriend on Earth.

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Isaac is asleep in a chair. The angle of his neck makes Derek wince in sympathy.

"Isaac," Derek says.

Isaac snaps awake immediately.

"You're-"

"Where's Stiles?"

"Stiles?" Isaac asks.

Jesus. It's not like they know more than one.

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Derek takes his car to a charity car wash. He didn't realize the wash came with a side of sexual frustration and pining.

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When Derek opens his door to see Stiles standing there with four full suitcases, his massagers’ bag thrown over his shoulder, two big cardboard boxes that barely close and his demon cat cradled on the crook of his elbow all he can say is, “Why?”

Not “what” not “what happened stiles” not “get out” not “please let me kiss you this pinning thing is really getting old for me” not “why are you bringing satan into my home”.

Just a simple “why”.

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In Stiles’ final year of college, Derek decides to rebuild the Hale house. He keeps asking for Stiles’ opinion on the house plans. Stiles doesn't realize that Derek is building the house with a mate in mind.

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In which Stiles is killing time working at a bookshop, Derek buys a lot of Chuck Palahniuk and they start hanging out, much to the confusion of Scott and the Sheriff.

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“Fine,” Stiles spits back, “We’ll die together, it’ll be dandy.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Derek snaps, “I’ll get some peace and quiet for once.”

Stiles grins suddenly, blindingly. There’s blood on his teeth, and his eyes are dark and desperate as he looks up at Derek, but he’s never looked more stupidly, infuriatingly beautiful.

A Whole Strip of Condoms by eeyore9990 | 20.2K | Explicit

Somehow Stiles has managed to survive the horrors of Beacon Hills until the ripe old age of twenty. He's still a virgin, of course, because there hasn't really been time between school, work, and running for his life to take care of that pesky little problem.

Derek Hale — also a Beacon Hills Survivor — has sadly attained lonely bachelor status. In between running for his life, researching the latest threats to the town with his good buddy Stiles, and lingering nightmares of the outcomes of his past relationships, he hasn't exactly been on the lookout for anyone new since Braeden.

Stiles feels the crushing weight of his family's debt; Derek has piles of money. Derek needs to get laid; Stiles is a willing and eager virgin. It's a match made in... well. Beacon Hills. Eesh.

Their odd little friendship has survived death threats, possession, and all manner of things that go bump in the night. Surely it'll survive a friends with benefits arrangement.

Right?

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #justtakemeforaspin #fluffy fics #all the fluff #canon divergence #future fics

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80shorrorstory · 1 year

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Season 5 theory: instead of vecna being all vecnary and all that bad shit we just have the gays being happy :)

#ronance #byler #elmax #elumax #steddie #mike wheeler is a boy kisser #i want #nay i need #ALL the fluff

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spnfic85 · 2 years

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First Comes Love... (Ch. 3)

WARNINGS: 18+ -Minors DNI ‼️-

Author’s Note: This is my serotonin fic for the moment... It’ll be adult-y when I so whim it to be <3 Please be mindful that although this is a fic, I am not staying within canon in any which way. Where I do enjoy the story line how it is, I will always write my favorite characters back.

Words: 1.4k

Summary:

Thor finds out his love is carrying his baby <3

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Chapter 3

Thor was very attentive to you in the next two weeks coming, debating if Bruce and Tony could not invent a machine to look at the baby right now as it was. Bruce continually explained to him that the baby would be too small, and inevitably had to procure sample slides and have an education day for Thor to wrap his head finally around cells and their development. Thor was enthralled with the process and was filled with questions. You lingered, enjoying the small huffs of entertained frustration as Bruce went over basic cellular division again.

"They had tails? Why?" Thor asked, amazed while he watched an example video of a fetus developing over time. By the time the video was done, there was a small team of inquisitive faces from others who joined.

Bruce looked exhausted, as by the end of his class, he had acquired Steve, Bucky, Peter, and even Loki, after he challenged science to magic.

Peter's face blanched when Thor asked how a child was born, and Bruce grimaced and looked up at you before you gently nodded permission to traumatize the men in front of him.

Loki nearly fainted, Bucky simply stared with a newfound fear upon his face, while Thor, Peter, and Steve were a bit clammy and pale. Thor looked back at you and you shrugged with a small smile, already experienced in witnessing a birth. There was so much that men just never understood.

After Stark Labs Sex Ed was over, Thor babbled on and on about how amazing it was that a life started so small nestled in the womb, and within a year was a little baby in the world. Thor's hands stayed on you constantly, fingers trailing over your hips and abdomen, kissing your shoulders and the crown of your head. He was intensely protective of you and it made your heart squeeze a bit in your chest the way he looked at you.

***

When you thought his amazement could reach no new bounds, Tony paged for you to come to the labs. You assumed he needed errands run, so left Thor and your project behind and hopped in the elevator to Stark. It wasn't long before you walked in to see a suspicious looking Tony and an odd wand like item on the table nearby.

“Whatcha need Tones?” You asked suspiciously. Tony shrugged and laughed,

“Well, Thor had me thinkin’… Ultrasounds are so invasive and grainy. I was like ‘I’m sure I could make that better!’ annnnd... then I did.” He said simply, “I figured I’d ask you about it first before offering it to you both in case you didn’t feel comfortable.” He laughed awkwardly and shrugged. You nodded and smiled at him a bit, appreciating the thought he put into the device and the fact that he still wanted your okay before offering to your overly excited partner.

You tilted your head to the side, slightly confused on why he made the device, but decided not to be ungrateful by asking. “Does is spit gamma rays or anything like that?” You asked wearily and he laughed slowly to mock the joke before reassuring you it didn’t.

“No, it uses the same AI as JARVIS, but medical edition." He stepped over to you with the want, "May I" he asked and you nodded. "You just punch in what your trying to detect, and then voila-” He waved the scanner over your torso and the device chimed before projecting a screen with a crystal clear 3D scan of the little blob called your baby. There was a heartbeat scanned and played back before another chime and “Baby B” popped up before the screen zoomed out a little, to show another blob next to the first one.

"Oh crap..." Tony murmured and looked at you with the same wide eyed expression your face carried. He stammered a bit and you hyperventilated silently while processing the information you just learned. You never thought in a million years- You had to figure out how to not tell Thor. How to keep Tony from dropping that bomb.

“God fucking damnit Tony, don’t you dare say it.” You whispered softly and backed out the room. You lingered at the door of the lab, “Call Thor and I down in ten minutes. Tell NO ONE.” You threatened softly and padded away to go find your doting baby daddy.

***

You find Thor lounging in the commons, scrolling on his phone. You pad up quietly behind him, seeing wood working ideas for a cradle. Of course, this man wanted to make his babe a hand-hewn cradle. You spread your hands across his shoulders gently before splaying them down his chest and bend down to nuzzle the little spot on his neck under his ear he enjoys so much. He responds with a hum of pleasure and turns up to steal a kiss. “What ya looking at papa bear?” You murmur softly and enjoy the pleased rumble from him at your pet name. He reached back to cradle his palm on the side of your face, “Just some ideas to keep busy Petal.” He smiled and closed his phone, giving you full attention. The common room was empty, just Thor lounged on the couch, so you took that moment to kiss him deeply, nibbling at his bottom lip before pulling away. His normally bright blues darkened with need and as he reached to grab you and pull you in his lap, JARVIS came over the intercom in the room,

“Master Thor, Mistress Y/N, you are both requested in the laboratories.”

“Thank you, JARVIS.” You said softly and was grateful he didn’t nark on the earlier interaction. Thor raised an eyebrow and you shrugged, “I have no idea.” You remarked aloof, and let him pull you into an embrace, nibbling at your throat. Your heart hammered in your chest and you felt your stomach flip. Maybe it was the inevitable morning sickness finally making it's appearance, but you bit your lip and kissed this jaw gently.

“Then this will have to wait.” He murmured softly and palmed your bottom. You grinned at him and nodded, letting him lace his hand in yours and lead the way.

Tony gave the pitch much more confidently now, telling Thor that this would be a much cooler way to see his unborn child, and had zero exposure risks as traditional ultrasounds did. Thor looked to you for the final say and grinned when you nodded, sitting up on the exam table to let Tony scan your abdomen. It only took a few seconds for the device to chirp and provide the first heartbeat and 3D little blob, before it chirped again and pulled away for the larger view of both little heartbeats. “Well, would ya look at that…” Tony murmured, and Thor panicked, “What is it Stark? Is there something wrong with your device? It’s playing the heart beat double-“ he stalled mid-sentence and looked down at you in amazement, “There’s… two…?” He murmured softly. You couldn't help but get emotional at the way he looked at you with amazement, letting his hand move over your covered belly as he looked at the two little beings that would become his children.

“It would look that way big guy.” Tony clapped him on the shoulder, “Congrats to you both. Y/N, the scans put you at roughly eight weeks and four days… Why don’t we plan to meet for a checkup in three weeks’ time?” He asked, slightly oblivious to the giant man next to you who was quietly murmuring to himself as he placed a large hand over your torso protectively. You nodded and put your hand over Thor's. "Your OB will be there for the next one though. I'm just here to provide the equipment." He winked and stepped back some. You knew you were in good hands, none of them would let you get hurt.

You nodded to Tony and looked up at Thor with a smile. As you sat back up, Bruce came in greeting the three of you as he normally did, nose deep in work. Thor lit up, “Banner! Banner, guess what?? It’s TWINS!!” he loudly declared. Bruce’s face blanched and he looked up a moment,

“Th-there’s two?” He stammered, before smiling at you both, “Congrats guys!” He shook his head looking at the image that was still locked on the screen, "Will you look at that..." He murmured and looked over the device Tony made. You laughed and slipped back to your feet, Thor's hands on your hips, careful to make sure you weren't dizzy. "This is going to be insane..."

Chapter 4

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