#but also fluff

[lionlena]

Blue dress (Joel Miller x plussize!reader)

Okay, so this is a reward for @hannahnotmontana​  bc she is my 500th follower :D

Request from here.

Summary: You're trying to find the perfect outfit for Tomme's party, but your insecurities make you depressed. Fortunately, your boyfriend Joel will do anything to let you know how beautiful you are.

Warnings: A bit of sadness and insecurity, Joel is 40-45, established relationship, pre-outbreak Joel, fluff

I hope you enjoy it. Though I feel like I could have done better 🥺

You sighed heavily and took out another dress from the wardrobe. Clothes were everywhere around you. Jeans, dresses, skirts, shirts… You were so busy looking for something that would look good on you that you didn't even notice that your boyfriend Joel had come home.

"Is there something I don't know? We had a fight and you're moving out?"

You jumped slightly and looked at him. Joel was leaning against the doorframe. He crossed his arms, his flannel shirt hugging his biceps. He smiled at you and stretched out his arms. You walked over to him and hugged him tightly.

"Hi, honey. Sorry for the mess. I thought I'd finish this before you got back."

Joel kissed you on the cheek and looked around. "But what are you actually doing?

You moved away from him a bit. Everyone could easily see that you were resigned. "I'm looking for something nice I can wear for Tommy's barbecue tomorrow. You know there's going to be his new girlfriend, Maria, and I wanted to… I don't know."

Joel wrapped one arm around you and leaned in, resting his chin on your shoulder. "I'm going to help you choose something."

He pulled away from you and picked up a blue dress with white flowers. "Maybe that. I love the way you look in it."

You winced and grunted. "In it, I have bare shoulders."

"And? I guess that's good. It's supposed to be warm tomorrow, and if you're cold I can always give you my jacket and wrap my arms around you."

You rolled your eyes. "It's not about the cold. It's just that..." You bit your lip and after a moment you mumbled, "I have fat arms."

Joel immediately denied it. "No, that's not true. You have normal arms. The way you should have." Seeing you wouldn't budge, he nodded and picked up black jeans. "Maybe these and some kind of shirt with long sleeves."

You shook your head. "These pants are tight on my ass."

Joel licked his lips. "Yeah, and I love it. It always makes me want to grab your sweet ass."

Wanting to confirm this, he walked over to you and placed his hands on your ass, possessively squeezing it. You pushed him slightly hissing "Don't do that!"

Joel pulled back, but only a little, and watched you closely. Clearly, something was wrong. He placed his hand on your cheek. Even though his hands were big and rough from work, his touch was always gentle and comforting.

"Sorry," you murmured.

"What happened? You know you can tell me anything, baby."

You wanted to cry from the amount of love that flowed from him. Joel has always been like this like he doesn't see any flaws in you. Like he loves the smallest part of you and sometimes you don't understand that. You sniffed and shook your head mumbling, "I'm fine." You walked over to the bed and started gathering your clothes. "I'll clean this mess and I will warm up your dinner."

But Joel wasn't going to let go that easily. He had to make sure he got rid of everything that made you feel so bad.

He sat on the bed, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you onto his lap. You yelped in surprise at his movement and landed awkwardly on his legs. You had to grab his arms to keep your balance.

"Joel, stop, I'm too heavy!"

"Since when?" he replied quickly and tightened his arm around your waist. To help you get your balance, but also to make sure you don't run away from him.

"Always," you growled, tears starting to form in your eyes. "Why can't you see that? How can you not see that I..." Finally, tears began to flow down your cheeks and no words could escape your lips anymore.

"Hey, hey, slow down." Joel pulled you even tighter. "Why can't you see that you're perfect for me? Why can't you see that I'm happy with you? I love you. From the very beginning. I love every part of you and you know it." He gently wiped away your tears with his thumb and kissed your forehead, trying to calm you down. "I know it's not always easy to think good of yourself. Do you know how many times I've wondered why you don't find someone younger, less fucked up, and with a prettier nose?"

You smiled slightly and brushed your finger across his nose. "Your nose is perfect. You are perfect."

"You think so?" he replied. "I will only accept it if you accept that in my eyes you are perfect too."

You nodded and he kissed your lips passionately. When your lips separated, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your face against his shoulder. You sighed and inhale his scent. There were still remnants of uncertainty and sadness in you, but they were melting away as Joel rhythmically stroked your back and hummed some melody.

After a few minutes, you could look into his eyes again and... His brown, warm eyes looked at you with nothing but adoration. You wanted to be perfect for him, but apparently, you already were. You smiled and pecked his nose.

"So" you bit your lip for a moment. "Blue dress?"

Joel nodded. "Blue dress, but... Don't blame me later for not being able to get my hands off you."

You shook your head. "Actually, you can't get your hands off me every day."

He shrugged and started to cover your cleavage with small kisses. "You can't blame me for that."

You buried your fingers in his curls and enjoyed the attention this wonderful man showed you.

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel is sweet #hurt/comfort #just little sad #but also fluff #plus size reader #tlou fanfiction

[aziraphalala]

TW// slight NSFW, nudity, suggestive theme

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Some spicy and sleepy cuddles between the husbands ~

#good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens fandom #good omens fanart #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #aziraphale fanart #crowley fanart #drawing #spicy content #but also fluff #cuddling & snuggling #i wanna be yours #artic monkeys

[squidsponge]

Sims 4 CC Update: Clone Tattoos and other essential details

Hey, I get it, you want your clones to look like clones.

You might need a ridiculous, yet iconic goatee to complement the least subtle tattoo ever.

Or perhaps you have a HC that Echo has a handprint tattoo on his chest.

Maybe you need hair that can only rival Keeli's when it comes to forcing your brothers to help shave your head every four days.

Or an intricate wraparound head tattoo that took a lot of scowling and staring at screenshots from Umbara to get right back before I used blender for this sort of thing.

Maybe a certain medic needs to encounter the waking nightmare that is these two becoming bffs in spite of Hevy having a short fuse and Hardcase letting off an airhorn next to his ear.

Canon spared Kix of this fate, but at what cost?

Did Cody's scar change over the years? Yes it did, so there are two swatches for you to choose from.

Does Rex have an incredibly subtle scar on his chin? Yes.

Should I have remembered that he probably has a large scar on his chest instead of making his barely noticeable chin scar? Has this post used an inappropriate number of question marks?

...probably.

Whichever your needs, despair no longer and grab them here - DOWNLOAD

Also big thanks and shout out to @ck-sims for Jesse's tattoo. Working on it had me figuratively rage weeping like Obi-wan on the banks of Mustafar. I included my lighter recolor of it in the tattoo set.

Enjoy! You can follow the squid's cc tag for updates :)

#this is so pic heavy i'm sorry #but also fluff #the clones deserved better #squid's cc #sims 4 star wars #sims 4 star wars cc #arc trooper echo #echo and fives #clone medic kix #clone trooper jesse #arc trooper fives #arc trooper jesse #clone trooper echo #clone trooper hardcase #clone trooper hevy #domino twins #domino squad #commander cody #tbb #star wars clone wars #star wars #clone wars #sims 4 cc #sims 4 snowy escape #sims 4 journey to batuu #ts4 journey to batuu #ts4 star wars #ts4 star wars cc #ts4 simblr #ts4 cc

[thisismeracing]

For the thots lol we have established Mick as praise central but what do you think he’d say during and after sex? Like “you look so pretty with my cock inside you” “you made me feel so good baby”

I think he would like for you to be vocal too, especially when you're moving your body trying a new angle, or guiding his hands to your clit, so he would def say something along the lines of "Use your words, I wanna hear you/tell me what you want me to do to you," that way he gets to praise you but also hear you praise him.

"You're taking me so well"

"You're doing so good/making me feel so good"

"You look so pretty with my cock inside you" ABSOLUTELY!

I think he would be into giving you instructions and saying stuff along the lines of "just like that/see how you can be a good girl for me?" when you do as he says such as "spread your legs wider/keep your hands to yourself/hold tight."

I feel like after sex would be a whole different energy because it would involve all the aftercare, so he can either be all goofy and joke about you recharging your energies so you can go at it again, or it can be really just him whispering how pretty you are, how good you make him feel (because it goes beyond sex, you make him feel good in all senses of the word) and so on.

#thirsty #but also fluff #mick schumacher #thots #anon #millies inbox #ms47 #mick schumacher scenarios

[prowlerverse]

hello!

I was wondering if u can do a J x fem reader but like they have the solver like there a zombie drone

take ur time with this tho 💛

J x fem!zombie drone

(a fic.. I guess? slight seperation igg..?, but a good ending)

stuck with you

☆ for as long as you lived, you were a zombie drone. to say the least, it absolutely sucked. all because of your 'core' not properly being disconnected. you'd way much prefer still being in that pile of destroyed drones back on earth, it's not like you can anymore, it being destroyed. but the idea still comes along every now and then.

☆ you first woke up in a pile of drones, at the very bottom of the pit. your visor was cracked and you could barley see. you noticed that someone else was in your same situation not so far from you. they looked just as confused as you did.

☆ soon after, a young girl called "Tessa" seemed to save you both. you figured out the other drones name was 'Cyn' , close to sin, but you never said much more about it.

☆ then, you and so as Cyn's behavior began to worsen. you felt something wrong with you, something bothering your system. you couldn't lay a finger on it, but it seemed to be happening with Cyn, too.

☆ a specific drone noticed your behavior and tried to take care of you best as she could. J. J was mostly your closest friend in the manor. you crushed on her, just a teeny bit, not much.

☆ but there wasn't much a little drone could do. especially not J. you figured out the bug in your and Cyn's system was called "Absolute Solver" . at first, it didn't seem to be a big deal. it would just suspiciously crack mirrors when you looked at them (which notably got you in trouble multiple times..)

☆ then, it worsened. at some points you couldn't control what you were doing. it would just.. control you completely. whenever this happened, you tried to stay as far away from J as possible. which she didn't exactly tolerate much, but backed off when it got too bad.

☆ then, it took everything. not just you and Cyn, the whole planet. it destroyed everything. while you managed to learn how to control the solver at times mostly, it took over Cyn.

☆ most disassembly drones were dumped on different planets to wipe out all of humanity on them by Cyn. you didn't exactly try to help, atleast not before you were corrupted again.

☆ you didn't see J anymore after earth was destoryed. you didn't even have the chance to confess.

you tried to stop yourself once again from obliterating a helpless worker drone, but as usually, it didn't work. the drone fell victim to your absolute solver and suffered. you wish you could control it. you swear you had it under control, just to go beserk all over again.

you aimlessly wandered around, the solver symbol on your visor looking for any living thing to destroy. all while you could feel it. and do nothing but watch.

you could talk freely sometimes, yes, but it was rare. you just wished you had your body back sometimes.

and then, something flew infront of you, your body perked up and got ready to attack the thing as soon as the snow stopped covering your vision.

and then you saw it, even through all the pop ups on your screen telling you the amount of viruses you had. you saw it. you saw her.

J.

she looked just about as surprised as you did to see her, and she froze. it seemed that the solver had been quite confused too, due to it not attacking.

"you?." J said, her yellow eyes on her visor hollow. you wanted to say something, but you couldn't. J didn't seem to mind. that whole sassy personality of hers seemed to disappear if she still had it. in that moment, she just walked up to you and squeezed you tight.

"where have you been? just.. wandering about?" she mumbled. you could tell that she was hurt. you were too. you missed her.

over the emotions, you hadn't realized that something had been stuck into your back, and the solver had gone away. you pulled away and attempted to look on your back to see.. a crucifix?

"what's this?" you mumbled under your breath, but J had heard it. she was definitely listening close. "a — patch thingy. or whatever the hell that idiot N called it. it's supposed to like, get the silver away from you. i guess." she seemed to be a little sheepish, but the hint of sassy in her remained.

"wow uh," you sniffed. was it really gone, though? just like that? "thanks, J. I appreciate it. I appreciate you. robojesus, we need to catch up." you sobbed a little while laughing and J shared it with you.

"can you still fly? don't tell me I have to carry you." J complained, though it didn't seem like an actual complaint. "oops, guess you'll have to carry me!" you pulled her into a tight hug which she happily returned.

"oh, sucks to be me, huh." she said while picking you up bridal style, you squeezed your eyes shut to avoid snow irritating them, and held the 'patch' close on your back.

J ended up bringing you to some sort of ran down landing pod. she told you that the 'idiot N' was never taught how to land, so he crashed.

you guys talked for hours, mostly about you and how you were feeling, how you got on the planet, and were you hungry. which you happily declined, you had just the right amount of having oil and parts in your hands and stomach.

and then, you did it. you told J about how you felt all those years ago back on earth and she seemed a little flustered, yet she accepted your confession. you had found out she was crushing on you back at earth too, and felt a little stupid for not taking the hint.

headcanons

☆ whenever the solver begins to corrupt you again and you can't talk, she mostly does all the talking for you. she's not exactly a rambling person, but she would for you.

☆ you guys are watching 2000 shows every day all day. J doesn't care if it's 3071 and they were made over 1000+ years ago, she calls them 'iconic' , and you don't fight with her.

☆ when the patch begins to wear off and again, the solver over takes you, as much as she hates the solver for picking you as victim, she tries to still take care of it. it is in your system after all.

☆ two words. forehead kisses. J loves them, mostly when she gives them to you, and your visor shows blush streaks on your face. she loves your reactions after not being able to see you at all for years.

☆ grabbing you by the waist randomly and spinning you around might just be her favorite way to annoy you. for some reason you get so angry about it and she loves it. though if you do it to her she 'threatens' to cut your head off.

☆ anyone who's mean to you or makes you feel about the absolute solver that you cannot control is definitely getting their body torn to shreds. especially if N were to say something offensive even if he didn't know it was offensive. "good luck regenerating that head, bozo." - J.

☆ J loves you with all her heart, and she doesn't plan on stopping. ever. even if the solver were to take over your body completely and forever. your still there deep down somewhere.

this belongs to @prowlerverse ^^ please do not translate without perms, upload it elsewhere, or steal it please, thank you !!🫶

end note; ummm I actually kinda liked writing this but it feels so short lmk if I did your request right😓🙏

#murder drones #fanfic #hcs?? #serial designation j #angst #but also fluff #lol i hate it here

[mrtellmeafxckingsecret]

“I’ll never forgive Prongs” he thought bitterly, as his breaths turned shallow and ragged, after his brother was ripped away from him.

“I’ll never forgive Prongs” he thought as he watched his brother waltz around the dimly lit halls of Hogwarts with Potter. And now, he realised Sirius was not his brother anymore.

“I’ll never forgive Prongs” he thought flushing red, as he watched Potter loop on his broom and score effortlessly, before tearing his eyes away from the bespectacled man, finally remembering the game.

“I’ll never forgive Prongs” he thought, as his and James’ mouth collided for the sixth time that night, after being pulled into a secret passage.

“I’ll never forgive Prongs” he thought, tears streaming down his face before being dragged down into the water, the locket forgotten and his mission failed.

He never forgave Prongs.

But he fell in love with James.

All for nothing.

#i genuinely cried writing this #jegulus #mini fic thing #james x regulus #regulus black #james potter #im so sorry #marauders #marauders era #angsty #kind of #but also fluff #also kind of

[nix-writes-mcyt]

Helloo!! I was curious 🎤

What are some of your favorite hermit x reader fics? It can be anyone to people who are still active to somebody whos on hiatus

Hi

So, unfortunately some of my favourites are lost forever. Some people might have reblogs of the fics but Bloom and Boop both wrote some good stuff, unfortunately with accounts being deleted they're gone. It's a shame because I'm a big Impulse and Tango simp and so much of their stuff is gone now :(

Here are a few of my favourites :)

Love Is Blinding (yan!scar) - blockyshieldmaiden

Forever Bound (yan!grian)- shepard-ram

Just Come To Bed (xisuma) - frog-writes-for-fun

Fools Gold (yan!impulse) - shepard-ram

I don't read too much anymore although no one can deny how much talent is in the hermitcraft x reader tag, I'm just glad to see people still writing or getting into it :)

#nix speaks #hermitcraft x reader #anon asks #nix reccomends #there is a bit of a trend here #i do like my darker themed romance #but also fluff #a lot of the fluff I loved is lost though #thanks for this ask anon!! #mcyt x reader

[steviesbicrisis]

it's either fluffly slice of life they love each other so much or absolute excruciating pain they suffer and die multiple times in a loop

Either extremely slow pining and misunderstandings or established relationship they are married with a big house and six kids

Either soulmates coffee shop au or strangers to enemies to friends to enemies to strangers to maybe lovers?

I know no in-betweens. When God was distributing moderation I was watching Steddie edits on youtube.

#i want PAIN #but also fluff #steddie fanfic #steddie au #steddie #steve x eddie

[wild-karrde]

Woot, congrats on the milestone (here's to many other to be reached! 🧃)!! I like your writing so much, you deserve each follower you got <3 Now may I request a quote? Rex + "look what this love's done to me"

Remember to keep hydrated!

HELLO LOVELY ANON! Thank you SO MUCH *clinks juice box*. I am so STOKED you like my writing and am very grateful for YOU!

I hope you don't mind I got QUITE angsty on this one (and a teeny bit spicy). Thank you so much for the ask!

Pairing: Captain Rex x Reader

Rating: E (18+ MINORS SKEEDADDLE - PiV sex, ANGST SO MUCH ANGST)

You stare out the window, watching the steady glow of the speeder traffic flow by in the levels below. The cup of tea you’re holding went cold about ten minutes ago, but you’re still holding on to it tightly, as if there’s any more comforting warmth to be had. Your brow is furrowed in thought as you sigh in frustration. 

He was supposed to be here by now.

You’d canceled your plans for the evening when he’d commed you to tell you he was coming in tonight. Your friends had groaned and given you shit, but ultimately, you’d stood your ground. 

“You’re not as fun as you used to be.” 

“You never come out any more.”

“I hope he’s worth it.”

You sip the cold bitter liquid, wrinkling your nose slightly. 

Look what this love’s done to me.

You used to go out every night you could with friends or business colleagues, wining and dining and dancing the night away, but now it seemed you rarely left your apartment, waiting for him to call or hoping he’d have a few minutes to spare to grace you with his presence. He was a busy man, you understood that, but it didn’t make it any more frustrating to be at the mercy of the Grand Army of the Republic when you’d never signed up to put on a uniform. 

Technically, he wasn’t given the option either.

The furrow between your brows softens slightly at that thought. He never asked you to wait of course, but you couldn’t waste a second of the precious time you had with him. Even the most fleeting moments where all he can do is kiss you before running to his next briefing makes your heart flutter. And the nights where he can actually give you all of his time, well those almost seem to make it all worth it. 

Almost. 

You love Rex, of that there’s no doubt. He’s the kindest, gentlest soul you’ve ever known, which seems ironic considering his success as a soldier. You’ve long suspected that’s why he seems to crave tender moments with you the most. Of course there are nights he takes you roughly in your bed, pounding into you while he growls filth into your ear. Those nights, it’s apparent he’s working through something, and you’re more than happy to be his outlet, letting him work it out of his system while you ride wave after wave of pleasure. 

But it’s the nights where he gently pulls you into his lap, removing his gloves so he can feel your skin, the nights that he takes his time that you both love the most. Tears leap into your eyes at the memory of the night he came back from the Umbara campaign. You’d heard rumblings in the news holos, giving just enough detail to let you know it was horrific without telling you anything at all. You hadn’t left your room that night, waiting until the early hours of the morning when your comm finally pinged. His voice had sounded so tired. 

“I-I’m sorry if I woke you. Would it be alright if I came over when we land?” 

He’d come in, stripping his armor and stacking it wordlessly before bringing you to your bedroom, laying down in bed with you and just holding you closely. He’d fallen asleep with his head on your chest, lulled by the beat of your heart as you gently rubbed his head. His fingers were holding you so tightly, as if you might disappear. 

You hadn’t left your apartment for two days, calling off for work. You were fairly certain the meeting you’d missed had cost you a promotion, but you’d never tell him that. You were certain he’d tell you it wasn’t worth it, that he wasn’t worth it.

But is he right? Is it worth it? Worth giving up the life I once had? Worrying about him constantly? Wondering if he’ll survive this war?

It had only been a few months. Perhaps it was time to call it off, save both of you the heart break of getting in too deep only to realize it wasn’t what you wanted. 

You had a future planned. If you keep going, it’s going to disappear. And then what?

You’d asked him last time he was on Coruscant what sort of future he imagined. His gaze had grown distant as he played with your hair absently. 

“Don’t know. Never really thought much about it.” 

Your heart had fallen slightly, and he must have noticed. He glanced down at you with those eyes that were so piercing and yet so warm at the same time. His thumb brushed your cheek as he cradled your face. 

“But I hope that we get to find out together.” 

Look what this love’s done to me. Putting all of my chips on a future that may not exist. 

Your life had been a series of carefully planned endeavors, most of which were executed flawlessly. You always knew what you were having for dinner before you met Rex, always knew what your schedule looked like for the week. You stayed late at work, always going the extra mile. And now, here you were, plans canceled yet again in the hope that he might materialize in your doorway. 

“I hope he’s worth it.” 

You sigh pressing your forehead against the cool transparisteel of your window. Is this a future worth pursuing? 

Why do you always do this to yourself with him? 

The answer was so simple when you thought about it. 

You love him. More than you’ve ever loved another person in your life. 

Memories of waking next to him flood your mind. The way his eyes open slowly, and you can tell he’s gotten the best sleep he’s had in a while. The warmth that blooms in your chest when he reaches for you in his sleep, pulling you against his chest. The way the corners of his eyes pinch when he laughs. The protectiveness he feels for his brothers. The way he pulls you close to dance in the kitchen, humming quietly in your ear as you stir whatever meal you’re making for him. No matter what you cook, it’s always the best thing he’s ever tasted. The way he whispers in your ear how much you mean to him as he thrusts into you at night, assuring you that he’ll never love another the way he loves you. Your face flushes with heat. 

The door of your apartment beeps before hissing open, and you’re jerked from your thoughts as you whirl to see that familiar silhouette standing there. He pulls his helmet off, and despite the bags under his eyes and the hunch of his shoulders, he musters a smile that makes you melt. 

“Hey there, beautiful,” he rasps. 

“I hope he’s worth it.”

Your vision blurs with tears as your friend’s words echo in your mind once more, and a realization settles into place. 

He always will be. Whatever the future holds, I want him in it. And we’ll figure it out together.

You move to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. His helmet falls to the floor with a clunk as his hands come to rest on your hips, pulling you against him. He smells like sweat and blaster smoke, and the feel of his mouth against yours is intoxicating in the best way. You shudder in his grasp.

“Everything alright?” he asks, despite looking dead on his feet. 

You cradle his face, pressing your forehead to his as you huff out a laugh. 

“Never better.”

Thanks for participating in my 400 Follower Celebration!

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#karrde writes #Karrde's 400 #400 follower celebration #star wars #the clone wars #tcw #captain rex #captain rex x reader #captain rex x you #nsft #lemon #lemony lemon #ANGST #but also fluff #I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR

[artzychic27]

Science class and Austin on mother's day?

Marc and Kiran treat their moms to breakfast in bed, and the four of them spend the rest of the day on the couch watching cheesy 80s movies

Aurore’s not very close with her mom, but still, she gives her a card and spends the day with her… Even if it is at a spa where she’s forced to get her legs waxed

Denise and Cerise give their mom a handmade quilt with some embroidered patterns on each square

Cosette is battling Yvette and Jordyn for just a shred of their mother’s love. It sometimes results in a fist fight

Ismael just puts a muffin on her nightstand and calls it a day

Reshma goes all out and plans a whole spa trip, followed by dinner at her mom’s favorite restaurant, and then a quick Bollywood movie before bed

Lacey and her brothers spend the day at a trampoline park with their grandma and watch her put youthful, able bodied kids to shame. Then later, they visit their mom’s grave and retell the entire day

Simon and his aunt head back to his old place and throw eggs at it. It’s abandoned, so it’s fine

Mireille, Theo, and their mom go to paint and sips, and end the day trashing Alec on television. Best burn wins chocolates

Jean and his dad go to see Beetlejuice

Austin T gets up at midnight to make every single one of his mom’s favorite dishes and desserts

Austin Q’s mom barely even acknowledges his existence, so… He just goes to the aquarium with his old nanny

Austin B’s mom expects him to go all out. “It’s the least you can do, sweetie.” So, he buys her the most expensive things he can find

Austin A replaces his mom’s coffee with wine, and while she’s out like a light, goes shopping

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #mlb ocs #happy Mother’s Day #sad stuff #but also fluff #these kids need help

[buckys-estrella]

i have an angsty wip in my drafts about miguel that i haven’t finished and im not sure if i should...

#its based on tongues and teeth by the crane wives #ik if i continue itll hurt me so much #but i felt like the song fit him really well #and i kinda do want some angst #but also fluff #i need to shower that man in love and affection #id we'll see #im gonna finish a smutty request #and then another #and maybe a fluffy idea #and my hangman fic #and then! #maybe then! #ill finish tongues and teeth #miguel o'hara #sara:speaks #sara:writes

[lionlena]

Mean (JackDanielsxf!reader)

Summary: You argue with your husband Jack on the phone and you don't speak to him for the next month. When Jack comes home he find out why you've been so nervous... And he's crazy with happiness.

Warning: A bit sad, Jack is a bit rude but then it's all sweetness, hurt/comfort, reader is Jack's wife, pregnancy.

Mari this is for you because you once mentioned that you want Jack who is happy because of the reader's pregnancy and he take care of his pregnant wife and he is happy to be a dad.

@creedslove​

With each word Jack spoke, you felt more and more nervous and angry. You couldn't control your anger anymore.

"You promised!" you growled.

You heard a sigh. "Sugar, don't act like a child. You knew who you were marrying. I need to take this mission."

"You're mean," you hissed.

You didn't mean it at all, but it was too late. You could only imagined Jack's eyes darkening.

"I'm mean!?" he growled. "I am mean because I earn your comfortable life?! Mean because I save the world?! Mean because I'm not your ex who sitting in front of the computer all day?!"

There was silence, but you heard your husband's heavy breathing. You knew he was trying to calm down. You finally said, "See you in a month and... Take care of yourself."

"Sug…"

You hung up. You didn't want to listen to him anymore. You sat on the couch and cried. Your hormones were raging, and you wanted nothing more than for Jack to put his arms around you and calm you down. But none of that. Your husband has been on a mission for two months. When you spoke to him two days ago, he promised you he was coming back and you were so happy because you had wonderful news to tell him, but today he called and said he would be gone for another month. You looked disappointedly at the small box with a bow on the coffee table. Inside was a pregnancy test (one of ten that you took), blood tests confirming your condition, and a photo from your first ultrasound which finally confirmed you were 3 months pregnant.

The next month was a nightmare for you. You didn't talk to Jack, and you didn't know if it was because of his mission or a quarrel. He was texting you, but you ignored him and didn't text back. You cried a lot and didn't sleep. You blamed it on your hormones, but the truth was different. You terribly missed your cowboy.

You finally got a text message saying, 'I'll be home after midnight. I love you sugar <3'

You didn't reply again. You didn't want him to think you forgave him so easily. So you prepared a place for him to sleep on the couch. But you also made dinner and left it in the oven. Then you went to bed early because you were terribly tired.

Jack entered the house cautiously. It was dark everywhere, and he didn't like it. He knew you. He knew you missed him. Normally you always waited for him. He was sorry for his earlier behavior. It wasn't your first fight, but by far the longest. And he had to admit he felt a little guilty. He shouldn't have yelled at you. But you weren't okay either. He didn't know what got into you. He noticed that there was a small light in the kitchen and his heart jumped. Were you waiting for him there? Unfortunately, instead of you, he found a note left on the kitchen counter. The message in your handwriting: 'Dinner is waiting in the oven.'

And nothing more. He sighed heavily and shook his head. He didn't feel like eating anything. He was hungry for your body, your smell, touch, and voice.

On his way to your bedroom, he noticed a pillow and a blanket on the couch. He paused for a moment and looked at it with amusement. Did you really think you could make Jack Daniels sleep on the couch? He rolled his eyes and walked over to you.

He took off only his shoes, stetson, and jacket before carefully climbing onto the bed. He knew you were awake. He could just feel it. He snuggled against your back, pressing his nose into your neck and inhaling your scent. He was finally able to relax. He was home.

His hand began to roam your body and landed on your stomach. He frowned slightly. He knew your body by heart. Every mole, every scar, every chubby spot, and suddenly your sweet belly seemed a little plumper to him. However, he quickly dismissed the thought that flashed through his mind. Maybe you had a period? He wouldn't admit it, but every time when your tummy got swollen during your period, he couldn't stop thinking about you with his baby in your womb. Even if those thoughts also caused him pain at the same time, the excitement always won out. He wanted a second chance.

He sighed heavily and brushed his lips against your neck, purring, "Honey, I know you're awake. Come on... Say 'hello' to your cowboy."

"Didn't you notice the pillow and blanket on the couch?"

He laughed slightly. "Sugar, we both know you don't want this."

You shifted uneasily and groaned, "How do you know what I want? I've been alone lately.“

You didn't mean to sound so pathetic, but emotions were mixing inside you.

Jack moved up a little and started to cover your arms with kisses.

"Sugar, you know I hate being away from you. I really had to take this mission. I'm sorry that I was… Mean."

You gripped his hands tightly and sadly said, "I just want you to be home for the next few months."

Jack sensed how nervous you were and started to worry about you. "Okay, I'll stay. But, what happened?"

You sniffled and cursed your hormones. "I will need you in the coming months."

Agent Whiskey rarely panicked, but when he heard your crying voice, his heart started beating like crazy. He propped himself up on his hands so he could look at your face.

"What's wrong? Are you... Sick? Something that..."

The words couldn't come out of his throat. He couldn't imagine losing you. He wouldn't survive the loss of his wife a second time.

You smiled and touched his face.

"I wouldn't call it a disease."

Your hand touching his face went to your stomach. He followed the movement and his eyes widened.

"Wait, will you… Will we have…"

You bit your lip and nodded your head, and he went crazy. First, he kissed you passionately on the lips, then with a wide smile he headed towards your belly. He pulled your nightgown up and began to cover your skin with kisses. His mustache tickled you every time. After a few minutes, he finally calmed down. He knelt by your side, but one of his hands still remained on the small mound.

"So that's why you were so nervous."

You nodded your head and he sighed and looked at you sadly. "Why didn't you tell me right away? Then I would never have taken this mission."

"I didn't want to say it over the phone. I wanted to see your reaction" you moaned miserably as tears started to roll down your cheek.

Damn hormones.

Jack leaned in and cupped your cheeks. "Shhh, it's okay my love" he cooed and started kissing your face. "Now, only you and our baby are important to me.”

You pulled him closer to you and buried your face in his shoulder. Jack, however, was very careful not to put pressure on your belly, and after a while, he said, "Come sugar, let's switch positions."

But before he did, he kissed your belly one more time purring, "Hey baby. Daddy's here now and he'll take care of you and mommy, so don't worry about anything and just keep growing."

You smiled and ran your hand through his dark hair. Jack looked at you with eyes full of love. He laid down on his back and pulled you against his chest. You sighed in relief as you felt the familiar warmth and scent. Jack's hand caressed your back and his lips brushed your head.

"I missed you," you said sleepily.

His arm tightened around your body as he replied, "Me too. You are my home. My happiness."

You closed your eyes and smiled. You knew you'd finally sleep well. And you were sure that for the next few months, Jack would take care of you, shower you with gifts and make sure you didn't run out of anything.

You knew he'd be getting the baby room ready and smiling broadly as he did so. Maybe he'll go a little overboard and buy overpriced stuff at times, but who could blame him?

And when your little one finally comes into the world, whether it's a boy or a girl, Jack will be the best and most loving dad in the world.

*

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #jack daniels #agent whiskey #jack daniels fanfiction #jack daniels x reader #jack daniels and you #agent whiskey fanfiction #agent whiskey and reader #just little sad #but also fluff #hurt comfort #kingsman the golden circle

[anexistingexistence]

Hehe, it's finally hurt/comfort time in the third (and perhaps final) part of my little one shot series "Undying." I have been lazily drafting a part four, but that one is nowhere near finished, so, for now, this might be the final part to this series.

->Here is part 1<- (feel free not to read if major character death is not something you're comfortable with)

->Here is part 2<- (feel free not to read if the topic of drugs and the transition from hurt/no comfort to hurt/comfort is something you dislike)

->And here is part 3!<-

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted fanfic #redacted sam #redacted darlin #angst #but also fluff

[theholypeanut]

GUYS YESTERDAY WAS OTOYA’S BIRTHDAY??? AND I FORGOT???

Okay birthday fic is in motion worry not

#I did not expect to write something for Otoya #but here we are #otoya slander #but also fluff #Jesus I am laughing while writing because #ahhhh this man #otoya eita

[jennandblitz]

For @wolfstarmicrofic's prompt Secret, although we're fast discovering I cannot do microfics

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I. 

“I’m a monster,” Remus ushers out, his voice filled with unshed tears that cling to his vocal cords and the string of his lashes like pearls. Even at twelve, Sirius understands the weight of that sentence—hasn’t he been called monstrous often enough by his mother?

“A werewolf,” James and Sirius say together, in perfect union. At any other moment they would exchange inane grins, nudge each other in the side and snicker at their own absolute perfection. But here, they are solemn, sitting on the edge of Remus’ bed. Pete is opposite, and he has a Chocolate Frog in his hand like a peace offering.

Remus nods, his gaze falling to a point on the floor. “Are you going to tell everyone?”

“Never,” James says as Sirius practically spits, “No way.”

Remus looks back up at them with wide eyes. “Thank you.”

II.

“I’m queer, you know,” Sirius breathes, his head on the arm of the sofa in the Gryffindor common room. 

He and Remus are the only ones awake after the Quidditch Cup party, though Pete is asleep in the armchair across from them and Mary McDonald is passed out on the floor where Lily and Marlene slipped a pillow under her head and laid a tweed blanket over her. We can’t move her, Lily had whispered, when Sirius laughed at their actions.

Remus is sat on the other end of the sofa, with his thigh under Sirius’ feet and his own head tipped right back. “Well, you are weird, Pads,” he says with a low chuckle. When Sirius doesn’t laugh, his heart clenching strangely in his chest, Remus tips his head to the side to peer at him. “Oh.”

“Yeah, that kind of queer,” Sirius adds, biting the inside of his cheek. He hadn’t meant to say it, truthfully, but the words just kind of spilled out of his mouth. 

“Oh.” Remus stares at him for what feels like the longest time. The firelight flickers in his amber eyes and Sirius holds his breath, waiting to be rejected for being a disgusting queer. 

“Me too,” is what Remus says, after the pause. “So, you know, your secret is safe with me.”

Sirius nods, swallows down a tremulous breath of acceptance. "Same goes for you," he says nonchalantly, but his heart hammers in his chest.

III.

“Lily and Marlene got ambushed on their mission,” Sirius says instead of greeting Remus like a normal person. He’s been pacing a threadbare line into the carpet behind the sofa, waiting to hear from James.

We have to do it, Padfoot, James had told him through their mirrors, his face terse with worry. It’s not safe anymore, we have to do it… for Harry. 

“Shit,” Remus answers, followed by the clatter of his shoes as he kicks them off then appears in the doorway. Does he look surprised? Did he already know? Sirius pauses his pacing and watches Remus for a long moment. He’s not sure when he stopped trusting Remus, but it’s happened now, worry and uncertainty germinating in his chest to wrap vines around his ribs and constrict them tightly—you don’t know him anymore. What if it’s him?

Remus stops on the other side of the couch. Sirius can’t remember the last time they were within arms reach of each other. He doesn’t want to risk it. “Is she okay?”

“Poppy is fixing her up.” Sirius surveys his best friend. Are those the same clothes he left in this morning? Is that wide-eyed look on his face real or manufactured?

Will you do it? James had asked, and of course Sirius had said yes. He’s kept so many secrets over the years, and this one is the most important. But now, he wonders if he should—if he can.

Because, Sirius knows, that if he has one too many Firewhiskies and Remus’ head drops onto Sirius’ shoulder when he falls asleep, and when he wakes his breath is warm over Sirius’ jaw and he says where’s James in that sleep-hoarse way, Sirius might just burst with it.

He’s been compromised. Remus has always been Sirius’ weak spot, but now it’s not just his life—his heart—on the line, it’s James, it’s Lily, it’s Harry. 

This is the secret he doesn’t trust himself to keep.

#wolfstar #first war #angst #but also fluff #both #I cannot do microfics #the curse of the wordy #Sirius black pov #r/s

[thescarsilivewith-if]

Me: Afraid of these anons that just want pain and suffering for everyone

Also Me: Who hurt you, babe? 🥺

You have to admit there's a certain morbid attraction to heavy angst... *said the author after coming up with an angst-ridden story*

#anon ask #but also fluff #fluff is good