Tumgik
#i wanna read fluff
velvetwilde · 1 day
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
pretty, pretty princess
337 notes · View notes
alarainai · 21 days
Text
Every time I see someone say fluff is boring, it makes me want to put more little guys in silly, non-serious situations and watch them be the happiest in the world.
329 notes · View notes
xanaxspritz · 2 months
Text
i think punk drummer!choso would be the chilliest guy ever. he doesn't like like being center and all the attention that comes with it, so he just rocks out on drums, free-styling through numbers which always somehow works. he's just that good.
at the last show you managed to get choso's attention, which got you backstage access. he was sat on the leather couch rolling a blunt. he patted on his thigh signaling for you to take a seat on his lap. was this really happening? looks like running a fanpage really worked out for you.
he asks what sort of music you like while rolling a blunt, rolling his eyes when you say his band of course. he passes it to you after taking a smoke, his left arm wrapped around your waist. after the weed hits you, the nerves calm down and you're able to talk freely, learning about his life before being in a band, his brothers, and your life.
time passes by fast. you unlock your phone to show choso your two adorable cats, salt and pepper when you notice the time: 2am. the show ended 3 hours ago and it was too late to catch the train back home.
he notices the worry on your face and looks over to the rest of the band, who are still up laughing and drinking off the post-show adrenaline rush.
"how about you stay the night on our tour bus?" he says." you're too pretty to be out alone this late."
you accept with no hesitation, flying high on cloud nine as you two comfortably snuggle on the couch, eventually passing out together from the long night.
174 notes · View notes
caramelarchive · 4 months
Note
🍪anon here! i had a little thought and it goes, L being jealous of misa having her hair brushed by reader and he acts as if it doesn't bother him but he hints at wanting his hair brushed (it was funnier in my head, my cats do this and I thought of L and Misa)
Little Kitten ╾ L, Misa
sigh. 🍪 anon you are my favourite. I have moved to my main @lawlietscaramels please follow there for new content!
 ★━━─・‥…━━━☆
"Y/N-chan!"
The high pitched voice is clearly Misa's. It's a nice voice, good for singing, but if you listened to it too long you'd go mad.
Misa stops in front of you, holding out a hairbrush with a smile. She tilts her head to the side. "Will you brush my hair for me?"
You hesitate for a moment then smile, picking the hairbrush out of her hands. "Sure." Misa squeals in delight and starts taking her hair out of its little ponytails, sitting down in a chair and turning her back to you. She swings her feet a little as you begin brushing through her hair.
It's quite pretty, blonde and shining gold in the light. Once you've gotten the few knots out, your free hand comes to stroke through her hair. Misa sighs.
"Thanks, pretty!" she declares, turning her head enough that one of her eyes can meet yours. "So, you know, Y/N, I was with Light yesterday and..." Misa blabbers on, her arms waving all around. You're sure she's annoying the Task Force, but nobody comments on it. So you just listen to the girl's triumphs and woes, continuing to gently brush through her hair.
About twenty minutes pass before you notice L sulking at his desk.
"Hold on, Misa," you instruct, pausing her part way through a tale about a grumpy waitress. She leans her head back, eyes catching the flourescent lights, and pouts a little. You give her a pat on the head and look back over at the head detective. "L, are we distracting you?"
"No," he says stiffly, glancing at you for only a moment before his dark gaze moves to the hairbrush, Misa, and back to his computer.
"..Alright, then."
The detective stuffs a chocolate in his mouth and seems to pout.
Misa laughs. "I think Ryuzaki wants his hair brushed, Y/N." There's a mumbled "do not" from L's direction. You shake your head and resume running your fingers and brush through Misa's hair.
"He'll have to come ask me."
Another 20 or so minutes pass. It's more peaceful this time, Misa only making the occasional comment as the sound of tapping at keyboards and rustling through files fills the room. Her hair is very soft, and your task quickly becomes more meditative than anything. You're getting really into it when there's a small nudge at your leg.
L's standing beside you, his shoulders hunched and head tilted down so he can stare right into your eyes, his hand outstretched to poke at your pants. As you watch, he slowly lowers himself into that 40% froggy sit of his, and looks up with big, bush baby eyes that ask "why don't you like me?" as he lets his head fall onto your leg.
Misa laughs again, and prudently prances off, going to annoy Light. L stays crouched at your feet.
He's too cute...
You sigh but don't protest. Couldn't if you wanted. "Alright then, Ryuzaki, on the chair."
His mouth doesn't bother quirking up into a smile, but his eyes seem to brighten as he straightens up and crouches back down, this time in the chair in front of you. L keeps turning his head to look at you, jumping when he sees you looking back, and turning his head away again. You put a hand on his shoulder and he's caught between freezing and falling out of the chair.
"Be still," you scold gently, and begin brushing his hair. It's much knottier than Misa's, and you're a little scared to guess when he last ran his own comb through it, but it seems clean enough.
Once you've tugged the knots out, it's quite nice, actually.
You start humming a little, your hand reaching up to stroke through the dark, raven-feather hair sticking up all over his head. L lets out a mix of a sigh and an "oh!" and his entire body shudders. You laugh.
He leans back slowly, bending his head so he can look up at you. You give him a little tap on the chin, then the forehead and smile. L's eyes close as your fingers massage into his scalp, the hairbrush neatening and smoothing out his hair.
His lips tilt into a smile too, eyes opening just a slit to stare sleepily into yours.
"Thank you, Y/N."
 ★━━─・‥…━━━☆
𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜
221 notes · View notes
tapakah0 · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media
#I've read it.#**** you just read fluff chaos and little amount of angst and here BUM#It took me almost 2 hours to read just one chapter I don't know why but no regrets at all#With all these emotional ups and downs#I have one novel that I hold on the very top of the angst stories (I haven't read that many books#stories and fics and can judge only withing that little I have)#but if mnmc keep going like this this I need to widen my place on top...#I've cried over Mojo again#The same scene and here we go again. how.#And then this one SORRY I CAN'T PUT IT INTO WORDS#The way they triet each other#they both go through hell#All little details about their emotions#Their differences yet so many similarities#I don't like the angst is placed out of nowhere but this fic was BORN IN ANGST#I WANNA BITE BIG MAMA'S HEAD OFF#FOR THE GOD'S SAKE LEON KILL HER FRIEND#YOU WANTED LEO JUST TO BE SAFE BUT WHAT'S THE MEANING IF HE'S NOT#AND IT'S SO DARK IN THEIR CEILING THAT LEON COULDN'T EVEN SEE WHAT'S GOING ON WITH LEO#SO MANY THINGS HAPPENED AT ONE TIME#I DID COUNT WITHOUT JOKES HOW MANY TIMES I DID CRY DON'T JUDGE (I AM HARD TO CRY ON SOMETHING THAT DOESN'T CATCH MY ATTENTION I GUESS MY AT#ENTION IS CAUGHT WELL ENOUGH) 4 TIMES. 4 F***ING TIMES#FOR THE GOD'S SAKE I WANNA SEE CLICHE WHEN THEIR BROTHERS JUST BOOOM CRUSH EVERYTHING AROUND ON THIS AIRPLANE AND SAVE THEIR BROTHERS I WAN#A A CLICHE#I DON'T WANT IT TO BE THE END OF THE STORY WHEN LEON DIES HOW HE WANTED FROM THE VERY BEGINNING#I AM NOT OKAY OVER THE WAY HE TREATS THESE KIDS#OR LEO SUDDENLY A BOOST OF POWERS AND TELEPORTS THEM#ANYTHING#JUST NOT DEATH#AT LEAST NOT LIKE THIS
262 notes · View notes
majorproblems77 · 2 months
Text
Does anyone have their favourite Sky fics they wanna share?
Mainly cause I want to update my reading list
totally not because my sanity is slowly dripping from my soul and I need substance.
108 notes · View notes
Text
As a former camp counselor the fact that the head counselors in pjo had to PAINT each of the year beads is so funny to me. That is a stay up all night going crazy in the craft shack kind of activity. The beads from the beginning and the end of night are of vastly different quality.
211 notes · View notes
roomy-ghosted · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media
My feelings towards ao3 this morning.
171 notes · View notes
almond-t0fu · 9 months
Text
Am I the only one who randomly gets the urge to read something but then get sad because that 'something' is not written/made yet?
244 notes · View notes
Text
dazai and kunikida being older brothers for atsushi >>>>
someone tell me their fave headcanons for this trio
196 notes · View notes
oh-surprise-its-me · 11 months
Text
Roy would definitely let Phoebe paint his nails.
First he only ever lets her do black or dark blue. But then she begs (asks more then once because Roy is a sucker for her) him to match her so there he is walking into the locker room with neon pink nails with a glitter top coat.
Jamie sees them almost instantly and asks if she can do his when he sees her that weekend at Roy’s house because some how that’s something that happens very frequently now, so of course he tells Jamie yes.
Colin overhears all of this and later asks if he can tag along for some gold nails, then Sam asks if she has any blues that would look good on him, Dani is obviously into it so he goes with them and gets polkadots.
They all end up around Roy’s coffee table in the living room blowing on their nails while Jamie leans against Roy’s good leg painting Phoebe’s nails to match his and Roy’s glittery black because “I want to match my uncles!”
(Jamie later cries about the uncle comment and Roy just kisses his head and runs his thumb over the smooth polish)
277 notes · View notes
aastarions · 1 year
Text
It's quiet when Zhongli first awakens, though silence no longer holds its once tranquil meaning.
No longer does he find comfort in the calm of the morning, taking in the sounds of birds chirping outside his bedroom window or the chatter of nearby passerbys.
He's quick on his feet, shuffling through his home with haste until he reaches the only door cracked ajar. With bated breath he eases it open, eyes immediately darting for the small crib that holds his entire universe within it.
Zhongli can't quite quell the grin that spreads along his lips at the sight of his baby girl sound asleep; it happens to be a rare sight.
More often than not the two of you are awoken like clockwork to the harsh cries of your little one, taking turns throughout the night and early morning to tend to her needs.
This is the first morning since she's arrived home - three and a half months ago - that she's slept through the entire night.
"How you seem to be growing up right before my very eyes, little dove," Zhongli hums over the infant, allowing the back of his finger to caress her soft, chubby cheeks, "I fear I am not quite ready to handle the ache in my chest that accompanies one's child aging."
"She's only going to be four months old soon, dear," Your voice drags his attention away from the baby, a power only you hold.
Zhongli watches as you wander over to the crib, curling your gentle fingers around his bicep once you're at his side as you further reassure him, "You don't have to worry about her leaving us any time soon."
"I know," He removes his arm from your hold, but only so that he can curl it around your back and press you close to his frame. "You're right, but I have been alive for thousands upon thousands of years. I fear that a mere few will pass far too quickly for my liking."
Before you can respond, disgruntled noises from the crib bring the both of your gazes to the now awake infant. She appears displeased at first glance, more than likely upset at being woken up by you and your husband's conversation. It's not until her eyes fully open that she sees the two of you and the biggest toothless grin stretches across her tiny lips. A squeak of sorts escapes her throat, chubby fingers curling up as through she's asking to be lifted from the confines of her bed.
Leaning over, you lift her into your embrace and tuck her underneath your chin, pressing a delicate kiss to the top of her head while murmuring a quiet good morning.
The way she rests her head on your chest has her facing Zhongli, babbling nonsensicals to her father who gazes at her with an infinite amount of love and adoration.
He reaches over and places a kiss on her head where you had only moments prior, following it up with a second to your cheek, murmuring out a, "thank you."
"For what?" You ask, puzzled at the sudden gratitude.
"It is only with you that I have ever felt so...human, with you that I am able to understand the love a man holds for his beloved, a father holds for his children. I once believed that the love I hold for Liyue could compare, but I have quickly learned my mistake- dear, are you crying?"
Shaking your head slowly as to not disturb the baby, you will the tears that accumulated in your lower lash line away and let out a quiet laugh, "No, no, it's okay. I'm okay. Let's go spend the morning in bed with this little one, hm?"
Zhongli grins once more as he follows you back through the narrow hallway, saying, "I would love nothing more."
432 notes · View notes
fridaypls · 1 month
Text
Tumblr media
If you like slow-burns focusing on healing, growth, communication and perhaps a threesome thrown in, you may enjoy Ashes to Embers: Astarion - it's book-length and a hurty start, but worth the read??
Moments you might enjoy; (with links)
Astarion being comforted by the bear | ch. 9
Astarion getting petted | ch. 12
Getting permission & feeding from Tav + a misunderstanding | ch. 14
Romance with a motive with Halsin in the woods | ch. 15 & 16
Aftercare | ch. 17
An unhealthy & premeditated seduction... | ch. 19
...that goes wrong. Panic attack + horrible flashback | ch. 20
Halsin the quiet and understanding | ch. 23
"I want us to be something real" | ch. 24
Platonic bonding with a suffering Gale | ch. 28
The first Cuddle Puddle | ch. 30
MASSIVE ANGST AND SUFFERING | ch. 33 - 39
MASSIVE RELIEF AND JOY | ch. 40
Blatant misuse of the tadpoles to let Astarion see himself | ch. 44
Tav's sketchbook is full of Astarion | ch. 45
Healthy communication?? Tav & Astarion?? 22k words all about consent and love and healthy ways forward?? | ch. 48-49
FINALLY healthy sex, while still confronting trauma and finding safety in an element of control | ch. 50
Aftercare & healthy polytalk | ch. 51
Shit hits the fan again; Orin and... Rugan?? | ch. 52
Halsin the handsome healer + the boys adopt a kitten | ch. 54
Astarion the caretaker of his companions | ch. 57-58
Fighting as a team | ch. 59
The companions realize Astarion has been starving most of the journey and his life, Tav freaks out | ch. 60
Fucking Raphael | ch. 61 - 62
Companions decide Astarion isn't allowed to starve anymore + Tav draws Astarion’s scars for him | ch. 62
Wyll & Karlach dance + are smitten with one another | ch. 63
Traumatic Tav Backstory Reveal + Astarion offers comfort + cuddle puddle + bear in cuddle puddle | ch. 64
(stuff I don't want to spoil) | ch. 65 - 75
...and if you're still reading? KINKY THREESOME
44 notes · View notes
gt-daboss · 4 months
Text
GT Writing/Reading Question
Ive been writing GT stories for some time now, and reading them for much much longer, so I'm curious what the consensus of this topic is (my opinion and reasons in the tags if you're curious)
60 notes · View notes
bubblymilktee · 3 months
Text
me when ive been scrolling forever and cant find any fluff under the ellie williams tag
Tumblr media
48 notes · View notes
buckys-estrella · 1 year
Text
the lack of jaskier fanfics on this site is truly appalling
257 notes · View notes