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omg-just-peachy · 1 year
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significant otters | ed/stede
flufftober day two: first date
modern au, ed takes stede to the aquarium for their first date, ~700w
also on ao3
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“So, what is this surprise date I’ve been hearing so much about?” Stede asks, all but bouncing in his seat. His leg shakes with anticipatory nerves, having had far more terrible first dates in his past than successful ones. 
Ed looks at him from the driver’s seat, smiling as he leans over and places a hand on Stede’s knee without a word. It’s immediately comforting, and Stede feels his nerves settle just a fraction. Everything about Ed has been simple, from the moment they met it felt like they were destined to be friends. And Stede would have been content with that if he had to, because being Ed’s friend was better than not having him in his life at all.
But, luck seemed to be on Stede’s side this time around, because Ed had made it entirely clear that this afternoon would be a date, and though Stede had been looking forward to it for the better part of a week, he hadn’t been able to shake the last of his nerves until now. Here, in Ed’s car, with his hand on his knee, even Stede can admit it’s very hard to wonder and worry. 
“Thought we’d take a walk around the aquarium,” Ed says, his smile growing. “If you like,” he adds, knowing, of course, that Stede would love just that.
Stede had mentioned his general love for sea creatures, the ocean, and all its mysteries, and while in the past he’d been able to actually see someone’s eye glaze over as he spoke about it, Ed had listened, remembered, used it to plan something Stede's sure to like for their first real date, and Stede… 
Well, it’s just a bit overwhelming, is all. 
Overwhelming and lovely, of course. He lets his hand cover Ed’s for just a minute, squeezing it gently. 
“Think you already know that answer,” Stede says, chancing a glance over at Ed, grinning.
“S’pose I do,” Ed agrees.
His hand stays on Stede’s knee until he pulls smoothly into the parking lot of the aquarium.
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They wander through the exhibits, Ed apparently content enough to let Stede regale him with fish facts, happy to follow his lead as he walks excitedly between displays. He never once looks bored, like Stede is being too much about any of it, and all of his nerves from earlier wash away with every step they take. 
When they reach the otter enclosure, Ed visibly lights up, looking at Stede. “I love these guys,” he admits. 
“You do?” It comes out as more of a squeak than a question in his excitement. For all that he loves the fish, the sharks, the dolphins, even the penguins, he’s always had a particular soft spot for the otters, the way they float along, holding hands, clinging on like their lives depend on it. 
He’d always thought it’d be nice to have someone always looking out for him that way, a hand to hold when the seas, as they were, get a bit choppy. 
“Y’know they hold hands when they sleep?” Ed asks, interrupting him with a fact of his own. 
Stede feigns surprise. “Oh?” 
“Mm,” Ed nods. “So they don’t get lost and separate overnight. Romantic as fuck, if you ask me.” 
“Ah,” Stede manages. “Yes. Very, um. Romantic. Sweet.”
He’s entirely undone by the sweet man at his side, who planned the perfect first date and is now sharing tidbits about his favorite animal.
Now, Ed laughs, bumps Stede’s shoulder with his, and in one quick, easy motion, twines their hands together. “Like this,” he says, just in case Stede needed a demonstration on the fine art of hand-holding. 
Stede stares down at their joined hands, breath caught in his throat. 
“S’alright, mate, you can admit you already knew that,” Ed says, voice playful, hand still wrapped perfectly around Stede’s own, like it’s nothing, like it’s that easy. 
Maybe it can be. Maybe it already is.
"S'pose I did," Stede smiles.
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rianavi · 6 months
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kinktober day 1
kinktober masterlist
spencer reid x f!reader
content; smut, dry humping, sub!spencer, needy!spencer, car sex, pet names (baby, good boy, pretty boy), hair pulling, biting
summary; spencer has been hard all day so as you guys get to your shared apartment he cant wait any longer
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the car ride home was silent, nothing could be heard besides the soft sound of the radio and spencer’s hard breathing.
you leaned against the window and sighed softly at the content feeling of your boyfriends presence.
he seemed off, and you couldn’t tell why.
when the car came to a stop your eyes fluttered open, expecting to be at home. which was why you were surprised to find yourself parked on the side of a backroad you knew no one ever came to unless they were hunting.
confused you looked over to spencer with raised brows. catching him with his head on the steering wheel and legs shaking.
immediately you thought he was crying which freaked you out.
“spencer? whats wrong?” you asked, resting your hand on his shoulder.
the touch made him flinch and you heard a small whine come from him.
a frown came over your face as you removed your hand, kind of offended as he usually finds your touch as comfort.
“spencer, what happened are you okay?” he doesn’t answer, just continues breathing heavily
“baby,”
that seems to set him off, he throws his head back and groans, eyes clenched shut and adams apple visible.
you see it now, the tent in his trousers, the sweaty hands, the clenched jaw. he was horny.
“oh, baby,” you unbuckle your seatbelt to lean across the center console.
your shirt catches and the edge, pulling it down just a little so he can see straight down it.
resting your hand on his thigh he looks down at you, noticing your cleavage right away.
he has to refrain himself from whimpering out loud, instead just freezing.
he can feel himself painfully hard, knowing that if he looked he’d be completely red.
you look up at him before taking his hand, “why didn’t you say anything?”
“i didn’t want you to say no.” he stammered out, face growing red
you smile at him, “as if i could ever turn you down.”
climbing over the middle, you sit yourself on his lower thighs, reaching under the seat to move it back.
when there is enough room you sit down fully, reaching forward to grab his face.
you kiss him quickly, hungry, and rough. you can taste your own chapstick and feel his soft stubble against your palms.
your right hand leaves his face to drag down and rest it on his upper thigh, rubbing it softly. this causes him to twitch in his trousers and whimper into your mouth. “please,” he whispers breathily into your mouth.
you swipe your tongue across his bottom lip causing him to open it slightly.
quickly you place your teeth around it and start sucking, biting down softly.
he bucks his hips up and grips your hips, moaning loudly.
before you can pull out of his grip he harshly pulls you into himself, your now sitting fully on his lap, his hard on right under you.
you break the kiss, panting heavily and lips swollen.
looking up at him you see him with his eyes clenched and lips all red.
reaching across yourself you plant your hand directly on top of him. pressing down and squeezing softly.
he moans loudly head hitting the seat and back arching. you figure this is the only relief he’s had all day, which kind of makes you feel bad.
“my pretty boy, why didn’t you say anything? you’re so hard, how long has it been.”
“s-since we woke up.” he managed to get out, immediately worrying you
“baby, next time you tell me okay?”
“okay,”
“good boy,”
you start to rock against him, the friction pleasing yourself.
you sigh softly, needing him inside of you.
you reach down and begin to undue his pants, but your hand brushes against his tip and he can’t stop himself.
he grips your hips harshly rocking you quickly against his length. the friction being to much for him.
strings of moans and whimpers leave his lips as he chases his high.
noticing his pleasure you being to kiss down his jawline, making your way down his neck.
you suck softly leaving bruises everywhere you could, moaning into his skin when he rubs against your clit.
it takes a couple more minutes before he feels the tight coil in his stomach and he cant bring himself to move anymore, the pleasure being to much for him.
you notice this and begin rocking against him yourself, ignoring the way his nails sink into your skin or the way he tries to pull you to a stop.
you suckle on his skin once again, this time unbuttoning his shirt and reaching his chest.
his whines and incoherent mumbles grow louder though you can’t understand what he’s saying.
“do you want me to stop?” you ask, making sure he wants to continue
“yes! oh god! yes!” he moans loudly as his back arches.
you reach one of your hands up to his head, pulling softly and his hair.
he practically screams out of pleasure.
you scratch at his scalp pulling every once in a while. going back to biting him.
you can tell he’s close so you rub yourself on him as fast and hard as you can. biting the one spot behind his ear and pulling at his hair.
he cums in hot sticky ropes that immediately seep through his boxers and trousers, reaching your own.
the sounds of his whines and the feeling of him underneath you has you cumming right after him.
you wrap both hands around his neck, resting your head on his chest. panting heavily and legs shaking he kisses the top of your head and rests against it.
“i love you.”
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icycoldninja · 4 months
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Fluffcember #4 Cloud x Reader
Chocobo farm
"Cloud, can I open my eyes now?"
"Not yet."
"Please?"
"I said, not yet."
You blew out a long, pouty exhale as Cloud led you down what you thought was a path. He'd told you to cover your eyes so you didn't spoil the surprise, but you were SO curious, it was everything you could do to keep from opening your eyes then and there. "Watch your step," He warned, guiding you by the shoulders as you almost tripped over a particularly large rock. It was then when you realized that he was leading you somewhere into the countryside--Midgar streets were paved and clean, none had stray rocks just lying around. "Where are we going?" You asked again, impatiently. You heard Cloud sigh. "I can't tell you, remember? It's a surprise." He continued leading you down the road for a few moments, the only sounds either of you heard were your own footsteps. After a while, Cloud stopped walking. He grabbed your arms to signal you to stop as well. "Can I open my eyes NOW?" Cloud exhaled softly beside you. "Not yet. Wait here." Judging by the sounds of metal clinking and leather scraping along the ground, Cloud was walking away. You huffed, your eyes still closed, and wrapped your arms around yourself. Several minutes passed with you just standing out on the road, alone. You began to wonder if this was a joke. Several more minutes passed before Cloud returned, his arrival announced by the sound of metal jingling as he walked. "This way." He said, taking your arm and leading you down another path. After a few more minutes of walking, you reached your destination. A series of loud chirps filled your ears, as did the sounds of many pairs of feet stomping around. Cloud took your hand and guided it to something in front of you; you soon felt the soft touch of fluffy feathers under your fingers. "Surprise." Cloud said, a hint of quiet laughter in his voice. You opened your eyes in amazement, only to find the cutest, fluffiest, fattest chocobo you'd ever seen standing before you, chirping happily as you petted it's head. "What do ya think?" Cloud asked, arms akimbo. You turned to him and flung your arms around his shoulders. "Ahhhh, they're so cuuuuuteeee!" You squealed, strangling him with a hug. "Thank you so much!" Cloud nodded, then reached out to give the fat chocobo a few headpats. "They are cute, aren't they?" You nodded excitedly, watching as the chocobo shook it's head happily, similar to the way a dog wagged its tail. "They're adorable!" You peered past the fat chocobo to see several baby chococbos running around, chirping at each other. "Aww, look at the babies!" You cooed, grabbing Cloud by the hand and dragging him along the fence to see the little balls of fluff run around each other. A few minutes later, the mother chocobo came out, fluffy golden feathers shining in the sunlight. She turned to peck lovingly at her babies, then herded them back inside their pen. As she turned around, you pointed at the animal's posterior. "Look, it's just like your hair!" You joked. Cloud scoffed, shook his head, but said nothing. The two of you admired the chocobos for a while, soon losing track of time because of their cuteness. Eventually, the sun began to set, something Cloud noticed. "It's getting late." He remarked, nodding. "We should head back." "Yeah," You agreed, ruffling the feathers on the fat chocobo's head one last time. "Thank you for bringing me here. I had so much fun!" Cloud nodded, "You're welcome. I'll...uhh...bring you again sometime." You grinned, then reached up and ruffled his hair the way you did with the chocobo. "I'd like that, Chocobo-head." With a scoff and a deep (poorly hidden) blush, Cloud took your hand in his and walked you down the path.
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nicoline1998enilocin · 5 months
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Flufftober Day 31 | Spiked candy
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Pairing | Iron Man!Tony Stark x Avenger!Female!Reader
Word count | 2.1K
Summary | You've had a crush on Tony for as long as you can remember, but you didn't know he also has one on you. During his annual Halloween party, he makes a move using a project he's been working on for a long time, and they have precisely the desired effect because you couldn't be happier the morning after. Your dream of being his might finally come true after all.
Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Swearing, costume party, use of pet name (Kitten), aphrodisiac candies, mutual pining, friends/coworkers to lovers, smut (Daddy kink, dirty talk, oral - M receiving, light choking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting, implied aftercare), a boatload of fluff.
Prompt | 31. Dreams do come true | @flufftober Prompt | Tony only buys the good stuff when it comes to Halloween candy. But be careful. There's a reason there are no kids at this party. Some of the candies are a pretty potent aphrodisiac | @jtargaryen18
A/n | This one-shot is written for Jamie's Halloween Challenge 2023. As always, I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for enjoying this with me and proofreading it as well! I had an absolute blast writing this one, and I hope you will all enjoy it as much as I did when writing 🖤
Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🧡
Divider is made by @firefly-graphics | GIF credit to the owner This GIF has been found on Pinterest, but I sadly can't find the original pin anymore since I forgot to save it. If you have the link to the original GIF, please let me know so I can credit it accordingly!
Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | Flufftober Masterlist
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Your costume idea may have been basic, but your result is far from that. The tight black dress, thigh-high heels, slicked-back hair, cat ears, and smokey makeup give you a sexy, sultry look you hope will impress one man. Anthony Edward Stark.
The entire day you've spent getting ready, from doing your hair and makeup to having every single hair on your body waxed that doesn't belong there. You're smooth as a baby's butt, and you've never looked better.
Looking this good also means you feel just about as good, and confidence is dripping off every inch of your body as you enter the party. Each year, Tony throws a Halloween party even more extravagant than the last, but you don't look at any of it.
There's only one thought in your mind: ''What will Tony think of my costume?'' it's a good thing you don't have to wait long before you have your answer.
''Fuckin' hell, Kitten, don't you look like a million bucks tonight?'' Tony says, and his hand finds its way to the small of your back as he leans in to whisper these words in your ear.
Heat creeps up your chest and neck, all the way to the tips of your ears because you've had a crush on him since before you had even become an Avenger. But honestly, who wouldn't when they were in the presence of someone as amazing as Iron Man?
However, what you did not know - or were too in love to see - is that he had a crush on you as well. He's been flirting with you ever since laying eyes on you. And tonight, he plans to make it abundantly clear how he feels about you.
''You don't look bad yourself, either,'' you say as you look Tony up and down. He's wearing a tailored pin-striped suit with no shirt, the jacket hanging open to reveal every last ridge of his muscle. Around his neck is a bow tie identical to the one of Jack Skellington, and the white hair and makeup finish off the entire look.
You turn towards him and lay your hand on his abdomen, scratching softly down to the edge of his pants with your Halloween-themed nails. When you hear Tony's breath hitch, you know you've achieved your goal and flashed a mischievous smile up to him.
''Don't tempt me, Kitten,'' he growls lowly, the dark brown of his eyes almost disappearing as his pupils grow wide in arousal.
''I'm sorry, Daddy,'' you say before tapping his chest once and turning around to head to the bar, and you're using the fact that it is busy to your advantage. You're immediately swallowed into the crowd, and before Tony can even reach out to you, you're out of his sight.
''Shit,'' he mutters to himself.
You have found your way to the bar in the meantime, and that's where you find both Bucky and Steve, just like every other party. Bucky's not a socialite, and Steve is nice enough to stay with his best friend.
Bucky whistles as you walk over. ''Someone must have left a cage open because there's a wild animal at this party.''
''Lookin' amazing tonight,'' Steve adds, and it's only then that you realize they're dressed up as one another. Steve is wearing Bucky's tactical gear, complete with a fake metal arm made for him, and Bucky is wearing Steve's Captain America suit, complete with the shield on his back.
''You two look amazing as well,'' you say with a big smile before ordering a cocktail. The two of them are some of your best friends, and they have been rooting for you and Tony since day one.
''Is there any chance you dressed like this for a certain someone?'' Steve inquires, and Bucky looks at you with a quirked brow.
The blush across your cheeks tells them everything you need to know, though they drop it for now, instead pulling you into the conversation they had earlier.
In the meantime, Tony is setting up a little plan that he has been working on for a while. He has made some candy for tonight, but this isn't just regular candy. Oh, no. These contain a potent aphrodisiac.
Now, Tony has to wait until you're feeling snack-ish - which you usually do at these parties - and make your way to the candy table. Luck must be on his side today because it doesn't take long for you to check out the selection.
Your eyes glide past every card by the bowls, and you chuckle at their puns. When you arrive at the last bowl, you suddenly feel a pair of eyes on you, and that's when you turn around.
''Care for a candy, Kitten?'' Tony asks, handing you one from the last bowl he just set up, and you gladly take it, unwrapping it quickly before popping it in your mouth.
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It didn't take long for the effect to find its way into your system, and before it could hit you full force, Tony had already herded you to a nearby conference room.
That's where you find yourself on your knees on the floor, his thick, veiny cock filling your throat, blocking every single noise that even threatens to leave.
''Jesus, look at how good you're taking me, Kitten; I can feel myself in that tight little throat of yours,'' he says as his large fingers wrap around your throat and squeeze the sides to restrict your airflow just enough to have you feeling a little lightheaded.
The groans leaving his chest are out of this world, and they only spur you on to take him entirely. Just a few more inches, and you are taking him, but he doesn't let you get that far.
''Oh, fuck Kitten, I won't last if you do that,'' he says before pulling you off, your tongue still lapping at his tip despite not having him in your mouth anymore.
You're panting uncontrollably, but you're also turned on beyond belief, and you can't wait to feel him inside you, where you need him more than anything.
''Daddy, please! Want you to fuck me until I can't walk,'' you say with an innocent look in your eyes, though your face isn't that innocent anymore.
Makeup has run entirely, your hair is a big mess, and your neck and chest are covered in bruises and lovebites from Tony. How your outfit is still intact is beyond you, but that won't last long.
''Yeah? Is that what my Kitten wants? To be fucked by her Daddy? You've been a good girl for me, haven't you, sucking my soul out through my dick,'' he says as he helps you to bend over the table, your chest and cheek pressed firmly against the wood.
''Y-yeah, 'm Daddy's good girl,'' you say with a whine, and before you know it, your sad excuse of a thong has been ripped from your body, and Tony is shoving himself inside of you in a single thrust.
There's not a single thought in your mind other than ''Daddy!'' and you can't help but want to hold onto something to ground yourself, but most of all, you want to grab Tony.
Anywhere you can, you want to grab him, scratch him, anything to ground yourself. His fast-paced thrusts are sending you over the edge in no time, and your pussy squeezes him like a vice.
With a loud shout of his name, you squirt all over him, and you don't know when his fingers found your clit, but you're delighted that they did.
You're at the point where your brain has turned into complete mush, and you can't think, let alone talk, so all that's leaving your mouth are whines and broken moans.
He keeps thrusting despite you becoming oversensitive quickly, and it's almost too much, but somehow you manage to hold on long enough for him to cum inside you and collapse on top of you.
''Wow, Kitten, now I know what I've been missing out on all this time, huh? But you know what they say, dreams do come true for those who want it badly enough,'' he chuckles.
He cleans you up, and after that, you two head back to his apartment in the Compound, only a few floors above the party. Tony has carried your bridal style, your head propped against his shoulder while you fell asleep.
''Get some rest, Kitten, we'll talk tomorrow,'' he says with a few kisses on your forehead. He removed your makeup and remaining clothing, instead pulling a pair of his boxer briefs and oversized shirts onto your body.
The combination of the candy and Tony treating you like that in the conference room has left you tired beyond words, and you don't even notice him climbing into the bed with you after removing all of his makeup in the shower.
The following day, you wake up with a big yawn and a stretch. Tony's strong arms are wrapped around you as he pulls you against his chest, and you feel very content in his hold.
''Mornin' Princess,'' Tony says in a deep, gravelly voice that warms your insides. When you're about to turn around, you suddenly feel a soreness between your legs, and that's when you remember what happened last night.
''Good morning, Tony,'' you say as you turn over and look into his deep brown eyes. A small smile appears on your lips, and you place a soft peck on his lips, which he happily reciprocates.
''Thank you for last night,'' you whisper before burying your face into his neck, and he chuckles softly.
''You're welcome, Princess; I'm thrilled we finally ended up here together,'' he says, and you hum contently. You don't want to leave his arms, but once your belly starts rumbling, you know you don't have a choice.
''C'mon, let's get some breakfast, and after, we'll talk, okay?'' he says, and you agree before wiggling out of his grasp after a few more kisses.
Tony pulls on a pair of sweats before you walk to the communal kitchen, where, much to your surprise, no one is.
''How about some pancakes?'' you say, and Tony agrees, so you get the batter ready while Tony sets up the pan to make them. Once you're both ready, he grabs your hand and pulls you towards him, letting you step in front of the stove and standing behind you to bake them.
Even with you standing there, he can prepare them perfectly, and you can't stop yourself from smiling constantly. You don't notice the rest of the Avengers slowly trickling into the kitchen, but they all give each other knowing looks as they see the two of you.
''Morning, you two,'' Bucky says as he walks in, and that's when your head snaps towards him, and you finally see all the other Avengers in the kitchen, looking at the both of you.
A deep red color from the tops of your cheeks down to your chest appears, but all Bucky does is wink, and you give him a huge smile. Tony places a soft kiss on the top of your head before flipping more pancakes.
It doesn't bother Tony in the slightest, and you let yourself melt into his embrace while you wait for the last pancakes to be cooked.
''Let's have our breakfast in my apartment, okay?'' he whispers, and you nod before plopping a few pancakes on your plate with extra syrup and waving to the Avengers before you retreat to his apartment.
As soon as you find yourself on his couch, Tony has sat down next to you, and you're enjoying his delicious pancakes. He decides to break the silence first by addressing what's going on between the two of you.
''So, what do you think, Princess? Was this just a one-time thing, or did you have something else in mind?'' he asks carefully, and your eyes shoot up to his.
''Oh, Tony! This was more than just a one-and-done for me! I can't tell you how long I've loved you. Well, first it was just Iron Man, but when I got to know the man behind the suit, that's when you stole my heart, and to this day, you still have it,'' you say with a shy smile.
You feel a little stupid for saying you've had a crush on him forever, but he doesn't judge. At the very least, it's an ego boost for him, though he doesn't say that.
''It wasn't a 'one-and-done' for me either-'' he says in air quotes, ''I'd love to give us a chance at a relationship because I want to show you how much I love you, Princess. Treat you the way you deserve to be treated,'' he says.
And with those words, it's official. You're in a relationship with the one and only Iron Man, and you couldn't be happier. Dreams do come true for those who believe in them, after all.
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lunedottir · 9 months
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSIBLING DYNAMICS WITH GWEN !! ♡⁠ (⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)
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pairing: platonic!Gwen Stacy x fem!black!reader / mom!Jessica Drew x adopted!Gwen Stacy x reader.
genre: fluff! headcanons! a liiiiiiittle bit of angst! just a little bit 🤏🏾
warnings: english is not my first language, daddy issues, pregnancy ig, mentions of normal sibling violence
a.n: hello!! :3 this is the first day of my challenge of writing something everyday for the entirety of July! so yeah! this popped out on my head when i was having a conversation with my brother so i wanted to write it down! anyways, love y'all, be safe! <3 xoxo
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPLEASE CONSIDER REBLOGGING!!
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it started with Jess talking about Gwen all the time. you were jealous, yeah, but you wouldn't admit it. the girl was disinherited by her father over being spiderwoman, which was ridiculous. but you could relate, since your own father left your mother when he found out she was spiderwoman. but that's not the point. over the time, Gwen started visiting more, having more sleepovers, and all that stuff. until the day Jess came home asking how you would like a sister. obviously you already knew what she was talking about, so, yeah let's now go to the ✨ sibling dynamics ✨.
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 ⁠↳  when Gwen gets more comfortable, oh boy, poor Jess
↳ you two are a menace to this woman
↳ you're always fighting about something
↳ mostly because Gwen took something of yours, like a shirt or a hoodie
↳ she says they're more comfortable than hers and would die on this hill
↳ likes to go to your room and just lay on the floor while you do your stuff
↳ or just walk around and read a book, or sit on the ceiling and creep at you
|ㅤ "can you stop? you're freaking me out."
|ㅤ "nah. btw why do you have so many entries about hobie in your diary?"
|ㅤ "mOOOM"
|ㅤ "nO NO NO STOP"
↳ and then you'd throw a stapler at her
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↳ if you knew how to cook, would definitely teach Gwen so she could go to the cookout at the Morales'
↳ Jess doesn't approve Miles to date Gwen but oh well
↳ you would be the BEST wingwoman for Gwen, always going out with her as a disguise
↳ hobie, pav, margo and miles would defo have a sleepover at your house when Mom™ is out in mission
|ㅤ "mom can the boys and Margo sleepover?"
|ㅤ "while i'm away? nuh uh!"
|ㅤ "but mom-"
|ㅤ "did your sister agree with that"
|ㅤ "uhm…"
|ㅤ "Y/N DID YOU AGREE WITH THE SLEEPOVER"
|ㅤ "YEAH MOM IT'S FINE"
↳ and she would give Gwen the most criminal offensive side eye ever given, but everything would work out fine (lie).
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↳ she learned how to braid hair so you wouldn't have to do it by yourself, cause she saw how tiring it was for you to do your own braids
↳ you take care of each other's hair like, in general
↳ would only go to salons when really needed
↳ defo do each others nails
↳ (projecting w this one but 🤭) you like acrylic nails and she likes them short
↳ you would do all the prep for your nails and she would do like cool designs or pick the colors
↳ TALKING ABOUT COLORS
↳ y'all don't match outfits, you match the color schemes!!!!
|ㅤ "i wanna do red"
|ㅤ "nah let's go with purple, G"
|ㅤ "but red-"
↳ and there goes another argument :D
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↳ Gwen has nightmares almost every night
↳ so it's common for you to go to her room in the middle of the night just to calm her down
↳ she would cry on your shoulder every time, and apologize a thousand times about waking you up
|ㅤ "ay, don't worry, G. you're my sister, I'm here for you"
↳ and she would cry even harder
↳ overall you're very protective over each other
↳ but you did chase her with a knife once... meh, another day another slay !
↳ she loves you more than anything
↳ and so do you <3
↳ mama Jess is just grateful for the blessings.
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tagging: @ppinkkkiwi @elusive-honeydew
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revasserium · 9 months
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Hello, hello! I would like to request a drabble with Leona Kingscholar and the prompt, "after a gunshot wound" + fem! reader, please. Make the ending happy, please. I can't stand sad endings.😥 Thanks!
reqs are open :) @savanaclaw1996
after a gunshot wound (mafia!au for my 31 days of aus)
leona; 2,147 words; angst w/ a happy ending bc... u just said that the end had to be happy, right? lol; also cw for blood and guns
clean hands.
no one would mistake him for a murderer, not by the soft of his hands, the tenderness of palms, but as he tears off his ruined gloves with his teeth, the blood still warm and dripping even as it coagulates against his skin, he wonders what the world might think if only they knew the truth — that being a prince to a dying empire also means courting death.
and he has never been one to fuss over keeping his own hands clean.
unlikely savoir.
if you were to ask him why he saved you, why you of all people, leona doesn’t think he’d be able to find an answer. because the answer — the true answer — is far too pedantic: that his body moved before his mind could catch up. that before he really knew what he was doing, he was already at your side.
“this… isn’t how things are supposed to go —” you cough, feeling the pain ricochet through your whole body from the base of your spine, the side of your waist wrapped in layers and layers of bandages.
“yeah, i know,” he says, one leg propped on the other, his hair twisted in a hasty braid, tossed over his far shoulder. he’s cleaning a gun — one of his favorites, an old smith and wesson 29 — wiping down the sides and the handle with a meticulousness that people would never usually associate him with.
“daddy always said —”
“— that if you needed more than six shots to kill someone… you’d probably end up dead first,” leona finishes, a smirk quirking his lips as his hands pause over the glinting metallic barrel. “i remember… he taught me too.”
you sigh and lay back on the pristine white sheets, staring up at the hospital’s linoleum ceiling.
“do you miss him?” you ask, not really looking at him.
“what kinda question is that?” he asks, and his voice is a low, seismic rumble, almost too quiet to hear.
“it… you should’ve… i mean —” your words catch in your throat and your hand shoots up to cover your mouth, almost dislodging the iv hooked up to the back. leona tuts before gently tugging your hand back down.
“i should’ve saved him? bullshit — he’d kill me himself if he got outta there and you didn’t.”
“but —”
“shh… don’t think about that… you need to rest.”
you’re vaguely aware of the buzzing warmth spreading through your limbs from your right arm before your eyes fall shut and your breathing evens out once more.
by the door, ruggie cocks his head.
“when’re you gonna tell her, boss?”
leona slates him a dark look, “when she’s ready to hear it.”
not where but when.
“mr. kingscholar, back again today?”
“yes, room —”
“i know the one, sir. uhm… it’s just —”
the nurse purses her lips, her eyes flickering from leona’s deadpan face to the room down the hall, the lights always kept low, the blinds always drawn.
“just say it already.”
the nurse jumps at leona’s voice, but she swallows and nods.
“it’s almost been… a whole year now… don’t you think we should move her to the longterm ward? the rooms are bigger up there — and there’s more natural light — i’m sure she would —”
“no. that one’s fine. and… she can’t be moved.”
he doesn’t look up as the nurse nods tersely, watching as he makes his way to the end of the hallway, the last door on the right. he takes a breath as he stands in the doorway, his eyes catching on your sleeping form.
he pulls a revolver from his pocket, drops into the seat next to you, turns down the dial for your sleeping drugs, and slowly starts to clean.
when you wake up this time, your eyes are a little bit clearer, but your gaze is still unfocused when they land on him.
“l-leona? wh-what happened?”
“you were shot,” he says, matter of fact as he turns his eyes back to his gun.
“yeah… i feel that. but… where… when…” you frown, trying to feel along the side of your body where the bandages are. they feel stiff, and somehow, the pain is too far away. leona tuts as he tugs your hand away.
“don’t mess with your bandages — you’ll never heal properly that way.”
you purse your lips as your hand goes slack in his.
“you got… new gloves.”
“huh? yeah — course i did. i couldn’t keep my old ones.”
you nod, letting your head fall back onto the pillows, staring up at the barren landscape of the hospital room ceiling.
“leona…?”
“hm?”
“i… i want to go home.”
leona goes still, his whole body feeling like a wound spring, his stomach clenching inside him as he stares at the gun in his hands. he has to curl his fingers into his palm to stop himself from shaking.
“ye-yeah. we’ll get you home. i promise.”
“when?” you ask, turning towards him, your eyes wide and hopeful.
he casts you a smile, and somehow, even after all this, it’s the bravest thing he’s ever had to do.
“soon.”
time warp.
“you can’t keep doing this.”
“the fuck i can’t.”
“boss — it’s not fair —”
“don’t talk to me about fair —”
ruggie winces as leona’s fist smacks into the punching bag, nearly knocking it completely sideways as he lets out a frustrated snarl, ripping off his boxing gloves.
ruggie takes a deep breath, “it’s been almost two years. the hospital bills alone are getting insane —”
“so what? it’s not like we’re strapped for cash —”
“but how’s this doing either of you any good? i mean —”
“oh, you think i want this? you think i enjoy this fifty first dates shit? this… this — weird, time-warp where every time i go to see her i’ve gotta pretend that — that everything’s just happened? that i’m not the reason she’s in that bed to begin with?!”
leona’s chest is heaving by the time he finishes, his face pushed up against ruggie’s almost nose to nose. and still, ruggie steels himself to hold his ground.
“you’re not the real reason she’s in that bed.”
“i was the one who shot her!”
“you were the one who saved her.”
leona shakes his head, sinking his now-bare fist into the punching bag once more. ruggie chews on his bottom lip, resisting the urge to turn tail and run. but he’s had enough running for a lifetime — this at least, is something he needs to do.
“she — she deserves to know,” he says.
but leona only swallows and shakes his head.
“i… i don’t know how to tell her.” and it’s the first time that he’s admitted it to himself, out loud at least. and even the words are crippling — the breath seeps from him as he sinks down against the wall, letting his head thunk back, his hair falling loose from it’s haphazard ponytail.
“well…” ruggie says, joining him on the ground, casting his eyes up as well, a light grin pulling at his lips, “you start with one word, and then the next… and then sometime after that, it should get easier.”
and try as he might, leona can’t help the laugh that stumbles up and out of his throat — torn from him almost like ripping off a scab, leaving him feeling red and raw and restless. he shakes his head, letting his shoulder bump against ruggie’s.
“you’re a shit best friend.”
ruggie smiles, “and you’re a shit boss. but hey — we can’t have everything, can we?”
the first time.
and the next time he goes to see you, he tells himself that it’s the last time he’ll do this. but when he walks into your room, it’s to find you already awake, staring up at the ceiling. when he breaches the threshold of the room, your eyes slide over to settle on him, and a faint smile graces your lips.
“hey you.”
leona blinks.
“uh — h-hey… did the sleep drugs wear off?” he can feel his heartbeat thrumming a too-quick baseline at the back of his throat and he wonders if one of the nurses had screwed up your daily doses of anesthesia.
“they must’ve… what time is it?” you look around for a clock in the room. there isn’t one but leona looks around with you.
“not that late,” he says, dropping into the chair next to your bed, “are you… hungry?”
“starved,” you say, laughing as you try to sit up and he reaches out to wrap an arm around your shoulders. you’d never been fragile, not even when you were a tiny little girl, but just now beneath his hands, he laments at how breakable you seem.
“i dunno if you’d like any of the hospital food but… i could try paging for one of the nurses.”
“no, it’s okay. the only good stuff at a hospital is the jello anyway.”
leona laughs, nodding as he props you up on a pile of pillows, sitting back and staring at you in mixed awe and trepidation. it’s the most he’s heard you say in… god — years? years. and he can’t help marveling at the sound of your voice, just as sure and strong as it’s always been. he used to jam a finger in his ears and yell that you were too loud but now, he thinks he’d like nothing more than to fall asleep to it, just to hear it and hear it and keep on hearing it.
“then… how about we get outta here later and i take you to a proper dinner?”
your smile is sweet and just on the other side of teasing.
“leona kingscholar. are you asking me on a date?”
he sighs, shaking his head, pressing his thumb and forefinger to the top of his nosebridge as he pinches.
“yeah — sure, if that’s what you want to think.”
you regard him for a moment before you drop your gaze to the back of your hand, the iv needle still taped firmly in place.
“i’m… not quite sure what to think… i mean — what’s a girl supposed to think of a guy who’s been lying to her for the past two years?”
leona feels his whole body go cold, but you’re still smiling as you look at him, your hands folded neatly in your lap. so, he forces himself to move, to lean forward and reach for your hands, and when you don’t stop him, he doesn’t question why your touch feels a little bit like salvation. why you’ve always kind of felt like that to him.
“i — i’m sorry.”
“i know… i know you are,” you reach up to tug at the ends of his hair, “it’s gotten way longer y’know… it’s one of the things that gave it away.”
he laughs, the sound both helpless and mercifully light as it spills from him.
“shit… i should’ve known it’d be the hair. you always were so damn obsessed with it.”
and when he looks up, it’s to find your cheeks tinted with a color he hasn’t seen in two long years and it takes everything inside him not to reach out and press his palm to it, to reach out and catch it, to save it and cup it close to his chest like a firefly’s dying light.
“can you blame me? you’ve got gorgeous hair,” you say, even now running your fingers through it and he lets himself sink to the sanctity of your touch.
“so… i guess i owe you an explanation,” he says, finally looking up as your hand drops and he bites down the urge to grab it and press it back to the side of his face, to kiss at the patch just inside your wrist.
“yes, that’d be nice,” you say, your voice as casual as it is light, and he knows, even before he starts speaking that he is forgiven, and it’s all he could’ve ever, ever hoped and prayed for.
you, alive; him, forgiven.
and, given those circumstances, he thinks that he really has no other reason to keep on deflecting anyways. so, leona takes a deep breath and tries to remember ruggie’s words — one word, and then the next —
“so two years ago… your dad came to tell me that there was going to be a coup…”
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waywardwizzard · 7 months
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"Dang, Mal, you've really scraped the bottom of the barrel with this one," Jayne said, looking down at the cage full of Jack Russell Terrier pups. "Although I heard there's some good eatin' on 'em for sure."
"Jayne! That ain't right!" Kaylee scolded, kneeling next to the big cage.
River giggled when one of the puppies licked her finger.
"Can taste freedom. Tastes like cornmeal."
Jayne glared at her, his hand straying to his gun.
"You keep yer mouth shut crazy-"
"Jayne, your mouth's moving. Might want to do somethin' 'bout that," Mal said, glaring at the merc. His eyes were hard and his hand was already on his gun.
Jayne threw Mal one last look before he stomped off, shouldering past Simon. The doctor glared at him before joining his sister at the cage.
"Wash!" Mal yelled to the pilot standing above him on the catwalk. "Set a course for Cassia. The client wants their goods before the week's out."
"And don't the rest of you have something else to do?" Mal added, looking at the group huddled around the crate.
The three kids shook their heads and turned back to playing with the yapping puppies.
Mal shook his head and slowly made his way to his bunk.
Sometimes the bottom of the barrel held all the treasure, Mal thought, gently patting Serenity's hull before he dropped down the ladder. Laughter sounded from the cargo bay and the Captain smiled. Just look at what it brought him.
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Thanks to everyone who liked/reblogged/commented, it means a lot and it really made my month<3 This was fun and I hope to see y'all next Yeehawgust!
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Chilly Air
Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader
Warning: cold fingers, fluff
Summary: A forgot their mittens/gloves outside, so B warms up their hands
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Maybe it wasn't your best idea to forgo your mittens. Anthony told you it was getting cold even if the sun was shining. But you were too prideful to listen to your dear husband. Now you rubbed your hand in front of you while Anthony leaned down to lay a wreath of evergreens on his father's grave.
He stood back up and saw your red fingertips. He sighted deeply. "Didn't I warn you about the cold, my dear." You smiled at him in defeat. "Yes, you told me. And before you lecture me. I will never doubt your words again. I promise."
Anthony chuckled. He walked closer and took your ice-cold hands into his leather cladded ones. "We should head back. Your hands must hurt." He took his gloves off from his hands and gave them to you. You wanted to protest but the slight pain and your husbands look stopped you.
Before you could put them on Anthony took your icicle of hands in his warm ones and warmed then up a bit. After a while he switched his hands with his gloves. He held them open so you could slip your hands inside them.
After you put them on you thanked him with a kiss on his chilled cheek. "Let's get inside, dear husband. It seems like the cold is even getting to you." He pulled you by your waist into his side. "You seem right, my darling wife." He kissed your ice-cold nose before moving back to the warm house.
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owlpartytime · 6 months
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greymoonfeelings · 1 year
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flufftober day 31: a sweet treat
pairing: dad! bradley bradshaw x parent! reader (not specified as a mom and not specified biological kids)
word count: 600
notes: I really don’t like this, but I wanted to share this idea with everyone. Happy Halloween!
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“Daddy! Close your eyes! I want it to be a surprise!” Your son shouts down the hall to Bradley who sits on the living room couch.
“Okay buddy, my eyes are closed.“
Bradley smiles to himself as the echoing footsteps grow louder as do the giggles your son is fighting to contain. You walk behind him, carrying your nine-month-old daughter.
All three of you stand in front of Bradley in your Halloween costumes, ready to surprise him when he opens his eyes. Your son can barely contain his excitement, nearly vibrating in place as he waits for your go-ahead.
Your son is wearing a green jumpsuit with a kid’s pair of aviators and a fake mustache. You’re wearing a floral shirt you stole from your husband’s closet and your daughter is wearing a rooster outfit.
Your son gives Bradley a few seconds to process what’s in front of him before yelling excitedly, “I’m you, daddy!”
Your son gives Bradley a few seconds to process what’s in front of him before yelling excitedly, “I’m you, daddy!”
“I can see that.” Bradley laughs. “Let me get a good look at you, my little aviator.”
He turns in a circle showing off his costume to his father who applauds. You look down at your son lovingly, admiring the pure happiness radiating from him.
“I even have a patch.” His little fingers point to the patch you stuck onto his suit that reads “Bradshaw”, you took it from one of your husband’s old uniforms.
Bradley picks up his son, setting him on one of his knees. “You look like a real navy aviator, but there’s one thing you’re missing.”
Your son frowns temporarily, but his smile returns when Bradley removes his dog tags and carefully places them around your son’s neck. They hang low on the four-year-old but his smile grows as he turns the warm metal over in his hand.
“Why don’t you go get your bucket and then we can head out.” Bradley pats his son’s back lovingly and watches as the four-year-old scurries off. His gaze then moves to you, trailing up your figure to notice your choice of attire.
“I see you stole one of my shirts,” he teases.
“He told me he wanted to be an aviator just like his hero daddy so I thought we could be a family of Bradley Bradshaws.”
When your son first came to you with his idea of a Halloween costume you couldn’t help but be proud of the little boy you were raising. He was sweet and caring just like his father and it made sense because he was Bradley’s biggest fan.
You knew Bradley was having a hard time since his latest mission and you wanted to do something to cheer him up which is why you decided on the family theme. You wanted to show your husband how much you love and appreciate him.
“I love it, babe.” Bradley stands up, giving you a quick peck on the lips before taking your young daughter into his arms.
“Look at you, baby girl. My little Rooster.” He presses a kiss to her cheek and causes her to giggle at the tickle of his facial hair. She squirms happily in his grasp, reaching up to pull at his wedding ring necklace.
When your son comes back with his paw patrol bucket in hand, the four of you head out to trick or treat. As you walk around the neighborhood, your husband pulls you under his arm, holding you close. He sighs happily as he watches his son run around and his daughter babble in her wagon.
“I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
“We’re the lucky ones, babe.”
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Must I??
I will not be wearing that, Hob Gadling.
“‘course you will,” Hob said cheerily. “It’s that kind of a party, dear.”
Dream looked at the proffered jumper with distaste. It is not aesthetically pleasing.
Hob laughed. “It’s not supposed to be. It’s not a ‘wear your best most beautiful galaxy coat’ party, it’s an ‘ugly jumper’ party. You’ll fit right in.”
Fingering the cuff of his coat, Dream looked at the jumper again. Do you have anything with less…reindeer?
“Well, it’s either reindeer or Christmas baubles.”
Dream raised an eyebrow, then sighed.
He wore the reindeer.
Hob took photos.
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31 days of ficmas, day 4 - ugly jumper
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omg-just-peachy · 1 year
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sweet tooth | ed/stede
there's an OFMD 31 days of fluff event happening on twitter and ofc i had to join in on that <3
day one: warm drinks / starbucks date | ~900w
also on ao3
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“I’m not sure,” Stede hems, looking from Ed to the chalkboard menu hung over the coffee bar, and back again. “Look at all the special autumnal drinks! What’re you getting?”
Ed shrugs, smiling fondly at Stede as he weighs his options like his life depends on it. “Probably the usual.” 
“The usual! Edward, there’s pumpkin pie lattes on offer, you know,” Stede informs him seriously. 
Ed wrinkles his nose. “No way that’s in the running. Er, is it?” He doesn’t want to offend Stede’s coffee choices, especially not so early on and when he’s so clearly excited about it, but—
“Next?” The barista calls. He looks impatient, like he’s already made dozens of pumpkin concoctions this afternoon, which, Ed realizes, he probably has, it being the first day of October and all that. Stede himself is over the moon, regaling Ed with his long list of autumnal activities. 
Stede freezes, then looks at Ed, clearly still undecided. Ed just smiles and urges him along, his hand at the small of Stede’s back. “I’ll have an iced coffee, with oat milk and seven sugars, please, and this one will have…” 
“The pumpkin pie latte, please,” Stede says finally. 
The barista, whose name tag says Lucius rolls his eyes. “Of course you will,” he says resignedly. “Cold foam on top? That’s pumpkin, too, and topped with cinnamon.”
Ed has to smother a laugh when Stede’s eyes widen with delight at this. “Oh, yeah, that sounds wonderful,” he says, reaching for his wallet and swatting Ed’s hand away when he tries to pay himself. “No, no, it’s my treat, Ed, dear,” Stede says, and slots his card into the reader before Ed can protest any further. 
“Orders will be up on the end of the bar,” Lucius informs them flatly, already gesturing for the next customer. 
Ed offers to get them a table while Stede waits for the drinks, and Ed sees him chatting animatedly with someone beside him. He can make friends just about anywhere, Ed knows, heart giving a little squeeze as he watches from across the shop. He feels suddenly, absurdly lucky that he’s the one Stede’s here with. 
On a date no less. Only their third, but every moment with Stede feels like it’d been a long time coming, like they’ve settled into something time-worn and cozy, their relationship a comfort and a homecoming, both. 
Ed has to shake his head, feeling overwrought with feelings over Stede making small talk with a stranger in the middle of Sweet Revenge Cafe is a bit silly, even for him. But if there’s one thing he’s learned from Stede in their short time together so far, it’s that silly is good. Silly is encouraged. Even at their age. 
Maybe even especially so. 
All Ed knows for sure is that he’s never met anyone quite like Stede Bonnet, and he isn’t going to let go of any of these newfound feelings anytime soon. 
Just then, Stede reappears at his side, unwinding his scarf and dropping into the seat across from Ed with a triumphant smile. 
“Look at this! Pumpkin pie foam, Ed!” 
Ed laughs, and has to actively resist the urge to kiss away the smudge of foam at the corner of Stede’s mouth. 
“Looks amazing,” Ed says, eyes still fixed on Stede rather than the coffee itself. “Never got into the whole pumpkin spice thing myself,” he continues, then sips at his iced coffee, which is perfect and never lets him down.
“Too sweet for you, mister seven sugars?” Ed teases. He takes another sip of his foam, licking it away from his mouth in a way that is somehow both entirely endearingly and irritatingly hot, making Ed slow to respond to the question. 
“Mm? No, just doesn’t taste like real pumpkin. You haven’t had my pumpkin maple muffins yet, then you’ll see what I mean.” 
Stede’s eyes light up. “Pumpkin maple? That does sound lovely,” he admits. “And when will I get to try these famous muffins you’ve been holding out from me?” 
Whenever you want. Tomorrow. Right now. 
Ed grins. “Dunno, when you stop making fun of my sweet tooth, maybe?” 
Never stop making fun of it. 
“This weekend!” Stede declares. “You can teach me this famous recipe and I swear I won’t even tease you when you lick the spoon.” 
“How d’you know I—” 
“You do,” Stede says, looking up at him through his lashes, his face all fond playfulness and affection, and Ed is suddenly sure the sweetest thing in the cafe isn’t on the menu at all, but sitting right in front of him. 
“Fine, you got me,” Ed admits. “This weekend works, if you’re not sick of me by then,” he can’t help but add, the little nagging voice that never wants to let him just have things rearing its ugly head again. 
“Sick of you? No, I’m afraid you’re stuck with me, Edward. At least until I have one of those muffins, anyway.” Teasing, again, but with a warm look in his eye that says I’m not going anywhere.
Ed feels himself relax into his chair, nodding. “This weekend it is. I’ll even let you lick the spoon.” 
Stede gives a dramatic gasp. “Sharing the spoon? How sweet of you” 
Ed rolls his eyes, thinks again about how sweet everything feels just now, and smiles. “Drink your pumpkin brew.” 
“Yes, dear.” 
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thesparklingwriter · 1 year
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don't dwell on the past
'"Please forgive me," he says, kissing your hand lightly.'
tags: pet names, Zhongli is very pure, soft Zhongli, fem!reader, Zhongli and reader are in a relationship, reader and Zhongli fall out, reader tries to sleep on the couch, someone remind me to come back and edit this
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You and Zhongli rarely fall out. To be more exact, you rarely fall out over anything serious. And even when you do, screaming matches and insults are never thrown about, and today is no exception. The problem is that sometimes, quiet, rational words don't do enough to show how you feel, and you wish you could have a good old scream at a wall, just to get rid of the tension. You love Zhongli, you truly do. But he can be really out of touch with you sometimes.
"I really don't like it when you intervene when I'm fighting." you say to him, after a silent journey home. You prefer discussing things at home than out where everyone can hear you. It's probably why you like living in the mountains so much.
"I know.” Zhongli sighs. He'd moved by instinct, driven by his desire to keep you safe. He has to manually override the urges he's gotten used to condoning as an archon, and he tries his best for your sake. Either way, he doesn't want you to think he's making excuses for himself, so he tries to word things carefully. "I should have made more of an effort to respect your wishes."
You nod. "Sometimes it makes me feel like you don't think I'm capable."
"I don't think that. Not at all. I like protecting you because I know it's a luxury, and it’s something you’re more than capable of doing yourself. But I understand." Zhongli says softly. You nod, thankful for his ever-reasonable response, and scold yourself for getting so frustrated. He was only trying to keep you safe, but it felt like he was undermining years of your experience. "I shall think of a compromise so this doesn't happen again."
Zhongli always gets formal when it comes to disagreements. He's driven towards an end solution, to the point when you sometimes have to tell him that you want to feel a little bit sad. Bottling up the emotions doesn't make you feel all too great, especially when it's because you feel unreasonable. "Can we talk about that tomorrow, please?"
He looks at you, sensing that today is one of those days when you want to be upset for a little while. He nods. He'll oblige you for a while longer, but he won't let you go to sleep angry at him. Just as you never let him sleep angry at you. He wonders whether you know you do it, how you always make sure he's okay after an argument, or whether it's a habit burned into your sheer being. He doesn't care. He loves it anyway.
But he also senses that this has been brewing for a little while. There was two weeks ago, when a Fatui skirmisher was about to hit your blind spot and he shielded you. Your complaint on that front was quick surface level—you admitted that you forgot to cover your blind spot. And then there was the week after that when you were in a domain, and he panicked yet again, generating a pillar directly in your line of sight. You'd taken a while to calm down from that one. And finally today. You were going to go out on your own for some practice, but Zhongli couldn't bear the thought of you getting injured, especially against Sumerian enemies you had no experience with. He promised he would only intervene when you told him to, but once again, he panicked and petrified all the enemies in a mile radius.
You understand that he's protective of you, but archons, he can be a little suffocating sometimes.
"I'm going to clean up and get changed," you say to him. You know he'll hover downstairs for a little while and give you your space before joining you in bed. But today, you don't want to be so easily swayed. Maybe a night on the couch is in order.
You grab a light cover from the closet and make your way downstairs. You meet Zhongli halfway, who's in his archon form. You frown to yourself. Zhongli's archon form finds itself displayed to you on various occasions, some of them as domestic as wanting to change a lightbulb, but there are times when it has significance. Like him wanting to release himself of some tension. Is he beating himself up over this that badly?
"Where are you going?" He asks, eyes laced with confusion.
"I think I'm going to stay on the couch tonight. I'm going to think about some things."
Zhongli doesn't seem entirely pleased with that, but he doesn't dare tell you otherwise. He has to give you your space, he reminds himself.
"Alright," he says softly. "Sleep well." He omits the 'love' he usually adds at the end, for fear of making you feel obliged to follow him up the stairs. Your feelings are always his priority. He knew what he was getting into with you, and he refuses for his ignorance or inability to control his own instinct to ruin things.
"You too."
He goes into the room you share before deciding that, if you're not joining him, he'd rather not be painfully reminded of your absence, so he changes course and heads to a spare room with his change of clothes. Usually, he talks to you as you wash your face, or you braid his hair for him before you get too tired, but there are no such intimacies happening today. You've been upset with him for a grand total of three hours and he already misses you.
He quiets his thoughts and crawls into bed. Bad call. The bed in this room wasn't chosen with his eight-foot-tall form in mind. He'll either have to shift back and deal with the repercussions or spend the entire night with half of his body hanging off the bed.
You can't sleep either. You never realised how much you relied on Zhongli's calming effect on you to sleep so peacefully. It's almost embarrassing how much you rely on him, even after a year of being together, to the point when you miss him when he's in a room away from you. You decide that if Zhongli doesn't come downstairs in the next ten minutes, you'll go to him. There's really no point in dragging this on any further. Your need to be a little bit sad has blossomed into feelings of loneliness, and you can't take the extra pain.
"yn?" You sit up, glancing at the staircase. There stands Zhongli, his hair untied, his pyjamas rumpled as if he'd been tossing and turning all night. "May I talk to you?"
Always so formal, you think, before standing up and approaching him.
"I know I'm often overbearing when it comes to your safety," he says softly, taking your hands in his. “And I know it can be frustrating for you. But I promise I will do whatever it takes to restrain myself from inciting this sort of complaint from you again.”
You should be focusing on his words, but you're more distracted by the fact he's on his knees before you, looking up at you with such an earnest gaze.
"Please forgive me," he says, kissing your hand lightly. You slide your hands out of his, and into the hair between his horns. He smiles blissfully, glancing at you through relief-filled eyes. “I can’t bear to spend the night without you by my side.”
"I can't stay mad at you," you sigh. "You're forgiven. You can get off your knees now."
Zhongli chuckles, standing up and pulling you into a hug. "I have a feeling you're trying to hide how much pleasure you found in that."
You roll your eyes and lead him upstairs by his hand. "I'm not hiding anything."
"Fine then, remind me of what I said." Zhongli crosses his arms, and you ignore him, sitting him down on the bed so you can reach his hair. He thinks your ritual of braiding his hair is for his sake, but in reality, if you don't do it, you end up with half of it in your mouth in the night.
"No need to dwell on the past," you quip, leaning down to kiss his neck softly. "All is forgiven, remember?"
a/n there's a whole section that got removed between reader being upstairs and coming back down, I'll fix it at someone point but i blame ao3
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icycoldninja · 4 months
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Fluffcember #9: (Sephiroth x Reader)
Morning cuddles
You shifted in your bed, feeling yourself return from the dreamlike trance you were previously wrapped in. Your hands traveled upwards to something warm and firm, and felt strong arm encircle around your shoulders in response. You leaned forwards into the embrace of your lover, listening to his quiet breathing and gentle heartbeat. “Morning, Sephi…” You nuzzled his chest, enjoying the smoothness of his skin and how his muscles flexed under your touch. “Morning, fluffpuff.” He responded, squeezing you slightly before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Sleep well?” You nodded; your eyes still glued shut with sleep. “Did you ?” Sephiroth chuckled and kissed your forehead again. “I always sleep well when you’re around.” You grinned, sliding your arms under his large frame and around his waist. “That so?” Sephiroth hummed in response, delicately toying with some of your hair. “You comfort me.” You rubbed your eyes and opened them, gazing up at the drowsy angel in your bed with adoration. “Aww,” You leaned forward and kissed his cheeks. “I’m glad.” You changed position, moving to straddle him so you could lie down completely on his broad chest. He chuckled and continued playing with your hair, one arm over your lower back. “It’s still early,” He muttered, watching you sprawled out on top of him. “Want to sleep some more?” You nodded tiredly, drowsiness overtaking you yet again. “Alright.” Sephiroth sat up slightly; a poof was heard and his huge, black wing appeared on his right side. “An extra blanket.” He said, smirking. You giggled and pressed yourself against him as the wing descended upon the both of you, enveloping you two in a soft, fluffy, silky blanket. “It’s so soft,” You remarked, running your fingers across the sleek feathers. Sephiroth nodded, picking up a stray feather that had fallen onto his shoulder and using it to tickle the tip of your nose. “Hey, stop that!” You said, playfully smacking his hand away. Sephiroth lightly slapped you back with his wing. “You stop that.” You both grinned at each other before nestling back into a hug. “Sweet dreams, fluffpuff.” Sephiroth whispered, kissing your forehead. “Same to you, Sephi…” You mumbled, closing your eyes. Before either of you knew it, you were drifting off to dreamworld, intertwined in each other’s arms.
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ghostofafruit · 3 months
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Ficmas Day 28: Scarf @doctorroseprompts
Rose goes along with the Doctor in order to help him pick out his new outfit before Christmas dinner with her mum and Mickey. She finds a very long, colourful, scarf and has an idea.
tenrose, post regeneration, fluff, established relationship, kissing, 981 words
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woncon · 5 months
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Flufftober Day 31
Dreams Do Come True
👻 the title of this part is actually about me. i've been wanting a completed challenge since 2017. finally it's done, so i'm really happy.
👻 thanks to @honetwo and @wonsheep for always being there for me when i had to stick the material under their noses! thanks to everyone who read this collection! <3
👻 i have prepared a special section for today: two monsters - separately. one is a siren (seonghwa) and the other is a vampire (sunghoon). i have tried to stay within the fluff.
👻 happy halloween!
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1. Gorgeous
He looked at the fish first, then at you, the one who gave it to him.
"Eat." You confirmed as you sat down on one of the rocks along the shore and smiled, giving him a pat.
Seonghwa took one last tentative look at the still, slimy tuna, then his hunger overwhelmed him, his teeth snapping as he began to tear the flesh from his prey.
In just a few minutes, all that's left are the bones and a few splinters, and he drags the battered skeleton ashore. Embarrassed, he doesn't dare look at you. He hadn't planned to feed at any time before you. His kind is barbaric in the way it carves meat.
He's a real monster.
"You're leaving already?" Your voice is tinged with surprise and disappointment as you notice the siren backing away.
Seonghwa looks up at this and sees that you've settled in, got your sketchbook out and are busily working on something.
"Are you not afraid of me?" he asks again.
"No."
Seonghwa wipes some blood from his face.
"And are you not disgusted either? If you don't want my company anymore, let me know and I'll leave. You don't have to bring any more fish."
"I like your company. And I've never met anyone as gorgeous as you. I want you to stay."
The siren blushes - he's never been called gorgeous - he nods, then swims back to shore, even sits out, leaving only the end of his snake-like, heavy fin in the water. He looks up at you.
"What would you like me to tell you about?"
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2. Nightmares
You kneel before the coffin on the cold stone. Your fingers softly caressing the cedar tree, tears streaming down your cheeks.
"I'm very sorry to bother you, master. I've had another bad dream, and I can't help myself. I thought that maybe you could help me somehow..."
The lid of the coffin rises with a creak, and a graceful, handsome man comes out from the red velvet lining. His face devoid of emotion, his red eyes fixed on your mortal face. Finally he holds out his palm, offering you a seat beside him in the cramped coffin.
"Thank you, my lord." You place your hand in the other's gratefully, even a small smile appears on the edge of your trembling lips.
The vampire pulls you in beside him, letting your hot body press tight against his. He doesn't even mind that his clothes will be wet from tears. He closes the cover and the cold darkness falls over you.
Here in Sunghoon's cold arms, snuggled against his chest, you feel much safer in the crypt than in your soft and warm bed. In the monster's hands, the promise of nightmares doesn't haunt you.
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