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constantcrisis19 · 2 years

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Confessions

Sam Winchester x GN S/O

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You sprinted through the forest, a particularly nasty werewolf right on your heels. The full moon illuminated the way, the forest blurring around you as you expertly dodged wayward branches, trees and roots. You didn’t really have a plan beyond keeping it interested in gnawing on you since Sam had taken a pretty hard hit earlier and was probably still recovering.

The younger Winchester's back had been introduced to one of the cabin walls, the long abandoned building shuddering with the force of the impact. He had wheezed for breath, the werewolf looming over his crumpled form and your mind went blank at the sight.

Then, next thing you knew, you had a metal pipe clutched in your hands. You knew that it wasn’t silver -so it ultimately wouldn’t kill it- but it would do enough damage to get its attention.

You violently drove the sharp end right into its back and ducked out of the way when the werewolf howled in pain and swatted at you.

You danced out of reach as one its huge, clawed hands wrapped around the metal sticking out of its back and yanked it out before throwing the stained pipe away with a clatter.

Its gold eyes locked onto you and your own gaze darted from the creature to the door before making a break for it.

You heard it follow, its nails scrabbling on the hardwood floor as you burst out the door and took off into the woods, which brought you to your current situation.

You were getting tired now, and you knew you couldn’t keep your game of lethal tag up forever so you veered off in a wide arc in order to lead the rampaging beast back toward the cabin that it had been hunkering down in for the past few moon cycles.

You hoped that Sam was up and functioning by now since he was the one with the werewolf-killing bullets, your own gun and silver knife having been inconveniently lost when the werewolf threw you out of one of the rotting windows upon first contact.

You were coming up on the cabin, glimpses of the ramshackle building peeking through the trees and brush as you dodged left, the werewolf’s lunge missing you by about a foot.

You felt a rush of relief when the screen door was shouldered open and a frantic Sam stumbled out. He looked a little worse for wear, but his wide hazel eyes were lucid when they found yours.

His hands were steady as he raised his gun, the barrel pointing right at you as his finger settled on the trigger, ready to fire.

You watched as Sam's index finger flexed and dove to the side so he had a clear shot of the creature gaining on you.

The werewolf didn't even have time to change course before a gunshot cracked through the dark forest, Sam firing on the creature until his magazine clicked empty.

The beast wavered on its feet for a tense moment before promptly crumpling into a furry heap, kicking up a cloud of dirt.

You flipped over onto your hands and knees, blinking at the corpse that had fallen a few yards away from where you had landed, which shifted back into its human form in death.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" Sam asked as he quickly loaded a new clip into his gun, his eyes darting between you and the unmoving werewolf.

A bark of laughter pushed from your throat, your gaze sliding away from the dead body when you heard the crunch of Sam’s boots drawing closer.

You offered the worried sasquatch a reassuring thumbs-up, but he looked unconvinced, the man hovering for a moment -probably looking for blood patches- before offering you one of his massive hands to help you up.

You didn't hesitate to take it, your eyes narrowing when his lips curled up into a knowing smile once he had you on your feet and steady.

"You lost your weapons, didn't you?" He snorted and you half-heartedly shoved at his shoulder, but muttered a begrudging affirmative to his statement.

Sam's laugh was loud and delighted, the moonlight highlighting his sharp features, softened with amusement. Sam pressed closer, throwing a careless arm across your shoulders. You took the added weight easily and without comment, your ego could stand being his crutch for the mile or so it took to get back to the Impala.

"Oh yeah, laugh it up, chuckles. I'd like to see you outrun a werewolf." You grumbled petulantly, but you could never stay angry when he laughed like that. Even if it was at your expense, you liked making him crack up anyway.

Since the moment you had met, he had always seemed terribly lonely, forever trying to pile far too much onto his own broad shoulders.

So if you could take some of that crushing weight off him -even if it was only for a little while- best believe you would be right there to carry you both for as long as Sam needed.

His laughter tapered off as his features darkened into something troubled and your gut twisted at the expression.

"I’m sorry. I should’ve been there to help. You could've been seriously hurt."

Sam always had an uncanny ability to just worry and, while you didn't mind that someone cared about your well-being, you got concerned when it seemed like Sam was wearing himself thin in order to take care of others.

He often gave so much that he forgot to keep some for himself too.

"I'm okay, you're okay. Werewolf's dead, we had it under control." You shrugged and Sam snorted, but he knew when to pick his battles. If you didn't have an immediate life threatening injury, you both knew he'd end up wasting his breath because his speech would be in one ear and out the other.

You were as stubborn as a mule on your best days, but Sam somehow had the patience of a goddamn saint. He deserved more credit than he was given considering he dealt with both you and Dean on an almost daily basis.

"Ah, there she is. Hello, Baby." You crooned as you led a limping Sam to the passenger side, fussing over him after he slumped down into the seat with a grunt of discomfort.

You were more than happy to take the keys that Sam had dug out of his front pocket though, grinning as you made your way to the other side.

Sam looked like he was experiencing something akin to instant regret as you climbed in, anxious warnings about not damaging the car spilling from his mouth as soon as you settled in behind the wheel.

"You worry too much." You hummed with an eye roll, slotting the key into the ignition. Sam didn't appear all too reassured by your very truthful remark, leveling uncertain puppy-dog eyes at you.

You winked at his wary expression before slamming your foot down on the gas pedal, the Impala's rear tires tearing into the earth and spraying gravel before gaining traction.

The car took off with a roar, swiftly carrying the two of you away from the wrecked cabin and cooling body and toward the lightning sky, toward home.

"You're gonna get me in trouble with Dean." Sam huffed, slowly releasing his tight hold on the dash seeing as he had jerked forward when the car had suddenly lurched into motion.

You merely met his pout with a smug smirk, your restless fingers tapping out a random rhythm on the wheel.

“Dean loves me.” You sang teasingly, your eyes sliding back to the long stretch of road before them and Sam let out a breathy chuckle, his hair falling over his eyes as he shook his head.

He leaned back into the plush leather bench with a huff of air, his head lolling back onto the top of the seat as he stared at the roof of the car.

“He’d be stupid not to.” Sam murmured, his soft tone catching you off guard and causing your gaze to snap over to the passenger side in order to watch him.

“You’re a great person. You're driven, kind, funny and don’t take shit. You can handle yourself and I always find myself amazed by the things that you can do, like winning an argument with Dean or outrunning a werewolf.”

He kept his eyes on the roof like it was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world and your brows drew together.

“Sam?” You asked hesitantly, unable to name the electricity suddenly crackling in the air as you placed your foot on the brake, the car rolling to a slow stop on the shoulder of the road before you put it in park and turned to fully face him.

Sam lifted his head and peeked over at you when the leather underneath you squeaked with your movement, looking extremely nervous as his hands fidgeted in his lap.

“You’re amazing.”

The declaration was quiet and Sam finally met your curious gaze head on, his eyes full of that unnamed emotion, the ever-changing hazel bright and genuine.

You moved before you had even decided what you were going to do, sliding across the seat in order to close the distance between you. One of your hands moved to brace against the backrest as the other cradled Sam’s face, pulling him that much closer.

Then you were kissing. His lips were chapped as they pressed against yours, and you were both in desperate need of a shower, but you couldn’t help but think that it was perfect.

Prompt: Confession

#supernatural #spn #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #hunter reader #bamf reader #case fic #hunt gone wrong #love confessions #this is fluffy y'all

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animatedjen · 6 months

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Traitor Inquisitorious | Jedi Fallen Order

#y'all liked the last fluffy hair gifs so #the edit is almost done; two more cutscenes to record #cal kestis #inquisitor cal kestis #traitor inquisitorius #jedi fallen order #fallen order

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shandzii · 2 years

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What led to your Sun lowering his guard when Bloomy is around? Did he not notice them or was he ambushed or what? Also will he, uh, be ok?

my Sun had zero idea of Blommy's involvement in the dismantling of the previous Sun/Moon (@fluffffpillow‘s boys)

so he trusted them for a bit

#y'all saw Fluffy's animation #he won't be ok #also anon thanku for the ask bc it gave a reason to clean up these old RP doodles that were just sitting in my files sdfghjk #fnaf #fnaf sb #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's security breach #fnaf oc #fnaf sun #sundrop #daycare attendant #blommy #my art

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misteria247 · 2 years

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I just realized something.

12 Leo from what I remember in canon has cried like four times.

He cried when his father died the first time.

He cried when his father died the second time.

He cried during that nightmare where he'd watched his little brothers be brutally slaughtered.

And then he cried during the Mutant Apocalypse when the mutagen bomb was gonna go off and he had shoved his brothers away to safety.

This leads me to believe that 12 Leo isn't much of a crier. It probably takes a lot to make him cry and break down fully because he's either always bottling it up inside or he doesn't want to appear weak in front of his brothers. But that just makes him crying that much more impactful because seeing this strong and confident leader break down into tears is a heart shattering sight.

And I'm betting that because 12 Leo doesn't cry often his brothers get extremely protective and hostile whenever they see him in tears. Like I'm talking about full on "Who did it???? Who made you cry?!?!? TELL ME WHO DID IT SO I CAN BEAT THEIR ASS INTO NEXT YEAR-" kind of ordeal. Because if 12 Leo's crying then they know damn well that something is up and they'd be out for blood.

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drizztdohurtin · 1 month

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Rolan's First Day As a Father (blurb)

pairing: Rolan x afab!reader ("she", "her", "wife" used)

Okay, I wrote this in the "Rolan: fatherhood" headcanons but erm.... it got really long and turned into a blurb, so I'm releasing it separately so that I can add more actual headcanons to the post (I love when my own thoughts make my stomach hurt)

〚 Masterlist | WIP List 〛

Warnings: this is hella angst, and a little comfort, please buckle in

would recommend reading my 'deciding to start a family, and conceiving' post before continuing

His attention had been only on you, a never-ending string of loving encouragement falling from his lips as you labored to deliver your baby; your strength and persistence only fueling his own, not allowing the anguish he felt from seeing you in so much pain to get the better of him.

The second he hears those first big cries when your baby is finally born, every single cell in his body is flooded with the parental bond he had been so utterly desperate to feel while you were pregnant. He focuses his attention on helping you get a little more comfortable now that the hardest part is over, praising you for how incredible you did as the doctor and cleric checked over you and your baby.

Rolan looks up with wide eyes to see the cleric carefully handing the newborn to you; a weary but thrilled laugh leaving your mouth upon seeing his beautiful red skin and adorable little tail for the first time.

Rolan goes motionless, staring at you cradling your newborn through the tears beginning to trickle into his vision. Time slowed as the overwhelming waves of love crashed into him - every single fear that he had while you were pregnant going out of the window, never to return again. He hadn't even held his baby and yet he already knew that if he had to take an ice knife to the chest every second of every day until his last day to protect him, he would in a heartbeat.

That night while you slept, he'd sit and rock his newborn, eyes full of adoration, tracing over every one of his features as he slept peacefully in his arms - trying to commit the image of his son to memory as if he'd never see him again.

He eventually works up the courage to gently graze the pad of his thumb over the baby's delicate features that mirrored his own: the light red skin, the bright yellow eyes, the black nails, the long pointed ears, and the tiny ridged tail that was barely the length of his own hand - wondering if his horns would be black like his, too.

If anyone had been watching Rolan at that moment, they'd see an expression of deep contentment and affection gracing his features as he traced his son's face - but then they'd see his smile fade, his eyes widen, and his lip begin to quiver as he fights back tears.

They'd watch as Rolan realized: this was the same sight his own parents had seen before they abandoned him.

When Rolan looked down at his baby boy, he saw the most perfect being in the world, the ultimate testament of your love, a blessing from the Gods that he did not believe he deserved.

And tears began to fall from his eyes as he tried to imagine it.

He tried to imagine watching the person he loved most in the world carry his child for months, laboring every day and night to create their son out of nothing.

He tried to imagine watching you go through hours of pain - pain that would bring even the strongest to their knees in surrender - to give birth to their son.

And then he tried to imagine looking down at his child and seeing anything but perfection.

He tried to feel hatred and disgust for the very being that he'd burn cities to the ground to protect

He tried to feel anything but unconditional love for the perfect angel that you had gone through so much pain to create.

And, obviously, he couldn't.

His head started spinning with emotions - the fire of his anger and pain being doused by the tranquility of his love and adoration for the tiny tiefling in his arms. He did his best to wipe his face without disturbing the sleeping boy in his arms, but it didn't work.

The bittersweet cries rang through his ears, momentarily erasing his own troubles, consumed by the singular desire to provide comfort - offering gentle kisses as he drew his son closer to his chest. He allowed himself to soak up the moment, gently leaning his cheek on his son's head as he rocked him back and forth - only realizing once his son's cries diminished that he had been purring.

Rolan had never been fond of that particular part of his lineage - though he had become less self-conscious about it when he had found out how much you loved it years ago. And now, witnessing how his body had instinctively reacted to calm his crying child, he had never been more thankful for it.

He softly pressed his nose and lips to the top of his son's head, giving him more gentle kisses and breathing in the heavenly newborn smell - before pulling away to look at his sweet face once again.

Rolan knew he'd always love him, that there was nothing his child could do that would make him stop loving him - and he promised this to his son in the gentlest whisper he could muster as tiny, bright yellow eyes peered back into his own.

He promised that he'd always keep him safe; that he'd always keep him fed, healthy, and warm.

He promised that he'd always take care of him and heal him when he was hurt.

He promised that he'd never leave him, that he'd never know the pain he felt growing up.

And Rolan took great solace in knowing his son would never feel the pain and abandonment that he felt as a child - in knowing that he would do everything for his son that his parents didn't do for him.

#Y'all ever seen that family guy clip where peter stands up with a broken neck and he's whimpering “ow. ow.. ow”#that was me writing this last night #80% of my dad!rolan thoughts are angsty - but I'm posting this outside of the hcs post so that I can try to include more fluffy stuff #PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU LIKE THIS #my writing #my hcs #baby boy #bg3 #rolan #x reader #angst #comfort #blurb #baldurs gate 3 #imagine #scenario #papa rolan #rolan posting

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virune · 18 days

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a rosé for my pal @dragon-spaghetti!! she's so cute <3

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel rosé #art by op #idk about y'all but if i had a giant fluffy tail i would be cuddling it 24/7 #rune draws

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cerise-on-top · 29 days

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Hello love! Hope you are well!

So I’ve had this cute idea for a while with AleRudy poly! Where Alejandro and their s/o spoil Rudy for a day, like make him dinner,, whatever you think lolz and then end it by both Ale and s/o spooning him?? I think it would be adorable!!

Hey there! I don't think I made this as fluffy as I could have, and for that I am truly sorry! But I tried!

Spoiling Rodolfo

I feel like he’d be surprised at first. Don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t doubt the love you and Alejandro have for him one bit, but he never would have thought you’d go out of your way to spoil him this much. First you bring him breakfast in bed, essentially waking him with a kiss to each side. It was all there, French toast, eggs, orange juice. He didn’t have to lift a finger. Naturally, as he got out of bed, he’d try to make it up to you by cleaning up after himself, only for you and Alejandro to stop him from doing so, forcing him back onto the bed once again. Rodolfo would grow suspicious. Did he miss an important date? Did the both of you miss an important date? It wasn’t like it was his birthday either, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember something that you did where you had to make it up to him either. For the time being, he’d simply accept his fate. Eventually, he would get up to check up on you. And then there was the barrage of gifts. They were lovely, naturally, but what did he do to deserve them? Again, he would grow even more suspicious. From the beautiful flowers to the small stickers you stuck on him, he wouldn’t know what to do. However, he wouldn’t say something immediately. Maybe he can think of why you’re being especially nice to him himself. Were you about to get into a lot of trouble? Were you just trying to get on his good side?

Of course, Alejandro made the suggestion of going out together, spending the time outside to do whatever it is he wanted. And then came the idea of having a picnic, since it was nice and warm outside. As you went to pay for all the items, with Rodolfo already taking out his wallet, you almost tackled him to get him to put it away. Alejandro paid, even though he shouldn’t have. You were three people, and with the amount of snacks you bought it didn’t come cheap either. From a massage to a heartfelt poem from you, it all started to seem like a little too much. Again, Rodolfo doesn’t doubt the love you feel for him, but it seems a bit off. However, you wouldn’t give him a satisfying answer either when asked about it. Were you going to break up with him after all this time? Making your last day together as beautiful as possible so he had something to cry over? He hoped not, but it didn’t seem impossible with how nice you were being towards him. A kiss to the cheek, you even gave him a plushie of a small cat, claiming its silliness reminded you of him. Why on Earth would you do all of this? Why go to these lengths?

Even around dinnertime, when you wouldn’t let him help out, he almost felt a bit sad. Sure, it was nice to not have to lift a single finger for a day, but why? He loved helping out, you both knew that. He was very much an active man at home, doing what he could to keep everything clean and in order. He didn’t mind cooking for you either, pouring his heart and soul into every meal for you. Rodolfo adored doing something for you, so he wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of it all. The meal was delicious, but he felt almost sad as he was unable to help you out at least even a little bit. You watched his favorite movie with him, you took pictures of him with his silly cat plushie, hell, you would have likely spoon fed him as well on that day. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. What have the both of you been up to? He would ask you again regarding it all when you were spooning him, trapping him on either side. It would take the most embarrassing nicknames that you only use on him to calm his nerves. Something along the lines of “Hush, Rudy-Poody, can’t we show our love and appreciation for you for once? You always make us feel good, so it was time to return the favor.” and “Mi esposo, you need to have more trust in us. Sometimes we just wanna see you smile as well. Cheer up, we just wanted to spoil just once in this life.”

He’d sort of cringe at the nickname you gave him, but it was the reassurance he needed since you only ever used it when you were being especially sappy. You didn’t get in trouble again, you were simply a bunch of lovesick fools. He’d give you a kiss on the nose and a smile. However, he would also try to turn around as Alejandro was spooning him, only for the colonel to not budge in the slightest, saying that Rodolfo shouldn’t be tossing and turning like this. No kissy for Alejandro it seemed. Rodolfo was this close to just wrestling him down for that kissy. Although he can’t really get used to the feeling of being spoiled, he will accept it for just that day. He will pay the both of you back in his style, though. You will also be spoiled. He couldn’t wait to team up with one of you to spoil the third one. All three of you will have had a day like this at some point.

#cod #cod x reader #alerudy #alerudy x reader #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo parra #rodolfo parra x reader #Y'all have no idea just how tired I am I had a long day today but I had some time to write for the first time in like a week #don't worry I didn't forget about the fluff alphabet requests but I don't have a lot of time to write anymore #I still have to study for my driver's license so I'm left with barely any time at all for myself #sorry if this has mistakes again I am super tired today but I wanted to write something again #I will be working on a few letters for the alphabet for Nikolai today so I should be able to post it within the next few days #I have the test again this Friday and I am so worried about not passing again. but I will be trying my best again as well #I wanna take a nap so bad but there's like a million things I should be doing right now and I have no time for any of them #so yeah it'll be a while before I'm properly back with writing. sorry about that but I can't help it life is hard #work and being in a new environment isn't helping either. I will be back in my regular environment next month but I still wanna go back #again sorry this isn't too fluffy but I really didn't feel the fluff at all tonight. I tried

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tartarduck · 2 years

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jie jie, grape is bullying me again

#letting y'all know marius von hagen has canonically snitched on a cat more than once #tears of themis #marius von hagen #fluffy fuzzy time

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loadedberetta · 5 months

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imagine any of the 141 at like a Tesco- bear with me here. buying a giant stuffed animal their partner (you) requested for Christmas. they'd look fucking ridiculous carrying that thing around.

but anything for you :))

#berettalks #this one was fluffy for once #I'm not big on stuffed animals but I know some people who are so this is for y'all #tf 141 #tf 141 x reader #task force 141 x reader #task force 141 #cod mw ii

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monkey-d-lusional · 5 months

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my fellow zolu-ers, might i indulge you to listen to Tightrope by Michelle Williams (an OST from The Greatest Showman). the lyrics... it's as if they came from Zoro himself

this song talks about choosing to risk your life to AND WITH the person you can trust the most. the lyrics even say, "some people won't sail the sea 'cause they're safer on land... but i'd follow you to the great unknown, off to a world we call our own"

it's as if this song narrates Zoro's zeals: from Luffy inviting him to pursue their dreams together, to them now constantly facing their unknown and dangerous fate.

if that doesn't scream zolu, IDK WHAT DOES!

#i have a whole spotify playlist for them actually so i can make these fluffy scenarios in my head #WHO DOESN'T #zolu #zoro x luffy #zoro #luffy #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #one piece #honorable mentions: (1) pray for me by kendrick lamar (2) kiki's song by mree if y'all like angst

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beanghostprincess · 6 months

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sanji having the most obvious crush on usopp because his nose won't stop bleeding whenever he sees him being hot and the smoke of his cigarettes literally turns into hearts all the time... but usopp always, always thinks it's because of nami or robin because he's always with them and he just assumes sanji doesn't like him back. and if it happens when they aren't around he just thinks "oh, well, sanji might be thinking about the girls again instead of me".

and meanwhile, sanji is having the hardest time of his life trying to hide that he's head over heels for the sniper. he's sure usopp knows because he would have to be extremely dumb to not realize, and sanji knows that the guy he's in love with is pretty fucking smart, so...

but he forgets that usopp is also pretty fucking stupid. a little detail he ignored.

because one day, usopp is so frustrated and tired of sanji acting like that around him that he confronts him about it. "hey, dude, i know you're like- like this with nami and robin and that's fine because that's just who you are. but could you not do that every time i'm around? it's getting, uh, suffocating?"

and sanji does not understand what he means. "what, like- like what?"

"like this! the way you're drooling over them all the time. the yelling. the bleeding. the smoke thing that- how- how the fuck do you do that anyway?"

"happens naturally. i think my heart is connected to my lungs or some shit at this point."

"oh, okay. cool, just- just don't do that in front of me? because- well, not cool. especially whenever we're alone. if you're not interested in what i have to say, i get it, i'm not a pretty girl like them or- whatever. but i feel a bit left out whenever you keep thinking about them while we speak and-" the sniper refuses to look at him, wanting to the get out of the kitchen as quickly as he can. he notices he's about to cry. "sometimes you just don't notice what's in front of you and it frustrates the fuck out of me, sanji, so- just don't do that anymore. got it?"

sanji can only nod before usopp turns around and goes away.

perhaps usopp is stupid after all, because he's the one that won't see what's in front of him.

#sorry for the angst!!!#i had this on my drafts and i was like yeah why not post it after posting a fluffy fic #this relationship is 50/50 i post fluff and then angst and y'all enjoy it for some reason #they're both stupid btw #if you're curious they end up making up in the end #ofc i can't write angst without a happy ending I'm not that evil (maybe)#one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #sanuso

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useramor · 1 year

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you're the only place that feels like home rated: E | word count: 12.2k | 9/9

Buck’s smile grows impossibly wide.

“Kiss me? I just survived a crush injury and my best friend slash probable guy of my dreams is telling me he loves me back. I think I deserve to get kissed.”

“Guy of your dreams?” Eddie asks, not even bothering to hide the smug expression on his face.

Buck doesn’t dignify him with a response, just fists a hand in the front of Eddie’s LAFD t-shirt and pulls him down until their lips are slotting together, just as tender as the first time.

Eddie feels a little bit lighter now, though. Now that he knows that this is something tangible, something he can dip his hand into, cup his palms and hold all this love between them. Now that he knows this is real, and he gets to have it.

read from the beginning

this fic is complete!!!

#THIS IS THE FINAL PART #CAN Y'ALL BELIEVE IT #HOLY SHIT #I AM ????? HOW #HOW DID WE GET HERE SO FAST #feels crazy #please love her #she's so fluffy #this fic is my life's work fr #buddie fic #buddie #bia.fic #straight!eddie fic #911 fic

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eicalors · 4 months

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i get so happy when people post art of their selfships

#like yes that is canon i am a truther #THE ART I OFTEN SEE ARE SO FLUFFY LIKE AWWW #KEEP EM GOING GUYS LOVE Y'ALL #self ship #self ship community #f/o #self shipping #;;.🌸.txt

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vmplvr1977 · 3 months

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Chapter 16 is posted!! Read it here.

#f: whims/winds of fate/destiny #clarke griffin #lexa kom trikru #werewolf clarke #vampire lexa #wanheda's dagger 🗡️#fluff and smut and angst #clexa fanfic #clexa moodboards #my fic updates #my moodboards #read on ao3 #this chapter is all smut and fluffy goodness y'all

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fluffypotatey · 12 hours

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i'm avoiding my final which i need to complete before the end of the day but uh..................

2 TRUTHS AND A LIE

you have 24 hours :)

#would any of y'all notice if i repeat old lies or truths?#i didn't use any here (almost did tho bc i wasn't sure what to put for some #polls #pride poll #2 truths and a lie #fluffy poll

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intheticklecloset · 2 months

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Hiya! I was wondering if i could have a shoto and Natsuo tickle fic, where maybe shoto comes home for dinner and fuyumi has to leave to go to the store leaving then two alone for a bit to bond.

Its totally ok if you don't want to!

Thanks!

Since I'm not taking full fic requests but I thought this was a cute idea, I decided to turn it into a Coffee Shot instead. Hope you enjoy!

Also was gonna sit on this one for a minute but the mood hit me so here it is - happy Sunday evening!

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“Time for winter uniforms already, huh?” Natsuo remarked as he plopped on the couch next to his younger brother, bowl of popcorn in hand. They were about to watch a movie now that Fuyumi had gone out for a couple of hours; it was rare for the two of them to have any time alone, and they didn’t really know how to interact beyond pleasantries and movies or gaming.

They were working on it. The whole family was.

Todoroki nodded and reached for a handful from the bowl. “Yeah. Not much different from my summer uniform, really.”

“You wear long sleeves even in the summer, right? Even though half your quirk tends to burn it to ashes?”

Todoroki shrugged a little sheepishly, now reaching for the remote that lay between them. “I guess so.”

“What is it? You just don’t want the class to see how toned you’ve gotten?” Natsuo teased, aiming a quick jab for his brother’s ribs that made him squeak and dart his arm back to his side reflexively.

“I don’t care about that,” Todoroki managed through a timid smile. “But Bakugou kind of handles that showing off thing for me, so…”

“So you don’t want to be too extra?” Natsuso poked him again.

“That – that’s exahahactly how he’d prhrahahase it – Nat, plehehease!” Todoroki gradually broke down into a fit of giggles, the popcorn in his hand spilling to his lap and the floor as he squirmed with every poke and pinch to his ribs.

Natsuo chuckled and put the bowl aside entirely, reaching both hands for the younger boy’s torso. “How are things going with him, by the way? Any progress? Have you confessed yet? Come on, I wanna know all about my little brother’s love life!”

“Nahahahahahat, plehehehehehehease!”

“Please what?”

Instead of falling into the trap of asking for more tickles or begging him to stop entirely, Todoroki darted his hands for Natsuo’s knees and squeezed.

“Ah! No fahahahahahair!” his brother squealed, instantly going into defensive mode, giggling and pushing Todoroki’s hands away. “Your knehehehehehees aren’t tihihihicklish – you dohohohohon’t know what it’s lihihihihihike!”

Todoroki scoffed, but he was grinning. “Like I’m not more than ticklish enough everywhere else to make up for it? Come on, Nat – you started it. Show me what you’ve got!”

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