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fandom-happy · 7 months

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Sicktember 2023 - Day 26: Alternative prompt 4 - Forehead kisses

Summary: Young Malcolm is suffering, but Jackie’s tender care will help make it better.

#My fic #Prodigal Son #Malcolm Bright #Jackie Arroyo #Gil Arroyo #Sick Malcolm Bright #Sicktember 2023 #Prompt: Forehead kisses #Sickfic #Vomiting tw #Fluff and Sweetness

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smellingofpoetry · 5 months

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Midnight talks

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Something changes in their dynamics.

Prompt: "Pressing a kiss onto the other's hair." by @creativepromptsforwriting

Warnings: fluff

Words count: 308

A/N: Hi! Here I am, as promised. Not so long ago, I stumbled across a list of prompts, and this one was the one that caught my eye. I couldn't let it sit there, so here we are with this drabble. I hope you'll enjoy it. I forgot to mention that if everything goes according to the plans, I'll post every two weeks, exactly like I'm doing lately. 🖤 Let me know what you guys think. All errors are mine, of course.

It happened one evening, out of the blue.

They had just ended a hunt, not a particularly difficult one. They were tired, but not that tired. So, it seemed the right way to end the day while sitting in the library with a drink.

They all shared some stories, few smiles, and heartfelt laughs until it was time for bed. Sam was the first to say his goodnight, needing his beauty sleep before the morning run.

Y/N and Dean, instead, stayed back a bit longer, simply enjoying each other company, which was something relatively new for them.

It was just around two when they forced themselves to say goodnight before falling asleep, right there and then.

Y/N was still leaning against her chair, watching him get up, ready to wave at him like she had done a hundred times before.

Dean let his fingers linger a bit more on the rim of his glass, unsure, before closing the distance with two long strides. He leaned forward then, pressing a kiss on Y/N’s air. She stiffened at the unexpected gesture, feeling her breathing stop for a second.

“Goodnight,” he whispered while moving towards the corridor to his room.

Y/N stayed still on her chair, her hand anchored around her glass and her eyes glued to the door he had just walked over.

What had just happened? Dean wasn’t so affectionate with her, which she understood since they didn’t have much of a relationship. They were just roommates, basically, and she was okay with that. At least she knew he tolerated her.

This, though?

It was new, not that she minded. She didn’t mind at all. The sensation of his lips on her hair was nice; really nice. She smiled to herself until she realized.

Crap – she didn’t even answer back.

“'Night!” she hurried, but he was already gone.

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cookierunauprompts · 3 months

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Okay, okay hear me out.

This is an idea me and onesies thought of..

So you can go where ever direction you want with this prompt

But I give you

Shadow milk with hypnotism

Anon how does it feel to have the biggest brain I've ever seen?/pos

Requested Prompts #3 - 💓

You had gotten separated from your friends when the beast had escaped, the blast of energy knocking you a decent way out of the fairy kingdom and into Beast Yeast... Thank God that White Lily Cookie had managed to seal up the rift before the other four could get out beforehand. One gigantic cookie to fight against was enough after all. It was rather unfortunate that you got blasted into a rather dark part of the forest, you felt like there were eyes watching your every single movement. You wandered around, a chill seeping into your dough as you remembered Shadow Milk Cookie's words before you all got blasted away... " Ready or not, here I come! Ehe he he ha ha hah~!" Was this all like a game to the giant beast? The thought terrified you, you should hide, and quick. So you looked around for a hiding place, any kind would be good so long as it was a good one. Was it just you, or could you hear his laughter echoing through the trees? it was totally just you, right? Apparently the universe loves to prove you wrong, seeing as two giant cookie hands slam down onto the ground at both your sides as a humongous shadow is cast over you. " Peek-a-boo~ I see you~!" You could hear Shadow Milk Cookie almost mockingly coo as you turned around and fell on your backside out of fear. How'd he find you so quickly?! " Oh my dear, there's no need to be scared!" He chuckled, scooping you up in one giant hand. If there was a chance you could escape unscathed before, then it was certainly gone by now. " After all, you've got me here!" " Wh-what do you want from me?!" You stammer out, voice catching in your throat one he stared down at you with those absolutely humongous heterochromatic blue eyes of his. You felt like a new piece of candy in a candy store being examined by at kid to determine if it's worth eating or not. The overgrown jester sighed, putting a hand to his head in an exasperated manner. " Oh, woe is me! The rare moment I find kindness in my heart to bestow upon another cookie, they be ever so rude about it!" He dramatically sulked, you almost felt bad for the guy... almost. " But! Such a small little treat like you shouldn't be wandering the forests of Beast-Yeast alone! No no no no no! That wouldn't do at all!" He proclaimed, suddenly a lot more cheerful that it almost gave your emotional whiplash. With his other hand, he tilted your head up so you'd be staring right into his vibrant gaze. Was it just you, or were his eyes swirling? " So just trust in me alone, and I'll get you somewhere safe~" You can feel something worming it's way into your head. Why shouldn't you trust Shadow Milk Cookie? Maybe he's just a huge softie under all that malice and mischief. No, no, he definitely tried to crumble your friends earlier. But he's so strong, and you're just a weak little cookie who can barely fight off the monsters of Beast-Yeast on their own- Wait. " Gah! No! Get out.... of my head!" You squirmed away from his grasp, shutting your eyes as you buried your face into his hand. You refused to be mind controlled by this... this giant clown! You could hear him laughing again, a sound that haunted your ears as you felt him tenderly stroke your back in a way that made your shiver. " Eheh he heh~ It's really cute when you try to resist," He purred, flipping you onto your back with a simple maneuver. Then, to your absolute shock, he lent down and kissed your forehead...? " I like you, Reader Cookie!" He chirped. What.... what even was that?! He kissed you!? That- what- That's certainly not a normal thing to happen! Your guard had been lowered into the ground and buried, allowing Shadow Milk Cookie to worm his way into your mind without any issues whatsoever. Your vision felt hazy, what were you doing again? Oh, right, staring into Shadow Milk Cookie's eyes... They really were pretty eyes, so many pretty shades of blue swirling around in them. But before that? ... Does it really matter? Shadow Milk laughed from above, his voice echoing all around the forest.

" There we go~! That wasn't so hard now, wasn't it Little Star?" He cooed, stroking your face gently with his hand. It was an almost tender motion, you weren't really sure what to make of it. " Now, why don't we go and find your friends? I'm sure that they're dying to reunite with you!" You slowly nodded, right, your friends… Your friends? You… don't quite remember their faces, but it'll come to you eventually… you hope. " Eheh he he he he~! One down, five to go~" Shadow milk cackled to himself as he began walking through the forests of Beast-Yeast with you in hand.

#shadow milk cookie #shadow milk cookie x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run #crk #cr kingdom #cookie run au #cookie run au prompts #cookie run kingdom #anon you are currently the most poggers anon i've ever gotten/pos #i am kissing you gently on the forehead in a platonic manner #tumblr is being mean and won't let me indent it without failing to save so yeah #okay so i just had to do the indentation separately #man

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whumpster-dumpster · 9 months

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Imagine your character getting a kiss on the forehead or cheek but instead of leaving a typical lipstick print, it leaves a bloodstain

#whump #whump prompt #writing prompt #whump aesthetic #kissing #forehead kisses #blood #bloodstains

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whumpy-bi · 8 months

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Caretaker giving Whumpee a forehead kiss after reassuring them that they can rest easy, because Caretaker will protect them from any danger. That is all

#whump #whumpee #whump writing #writing #caretaker #whump thoughts #whump prompt #comfort #forehead kisses

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seven-ruins-it · 1 year

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Wolfstar prompt

Sirius is an author, Remus his biggest critic. When his newest book comes out, Lily breaks the news to Remus about the dedication.

For Moony,

Whose words were greatest motivator I could have asked for, and God knows I didn’t

Also, he gets an invite to the publishing party.

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crowleys-bentley-and-plants · 2 months

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Very rough draft of the fic idea that has been plaguing my mind for the past 36 hours

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #good omens fic #ramble gamble #kissing whoever knows what prompted this idea on the forehead btw #if you know the reference i love you

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cycian · 7 months

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I feel like Andreja and Sarah need kisses on the foreheads.

You're right and you should say it!

Andreja and Sarah get kissed on the forehead, pure fluff, around 800 words under the 'read more'

I feel like Andreja and Sarah need kisses on the foreheads.

Andreja

Andreja groaned with pride as she set the bar down for the last set of her workout. She let her eyes close for a second as the Spacefarer took the weights off the bar, stretching across the bench. She felt a towel wipe the sweat off her brow and offered a shy smile to the Captain. This level of intimacy was new to her, but just as refreshing as the feeling of relief and satisfaction that she got from her exercise meditation.

The simple act of her dearest wiping her brow so that she could fully enjoy the relaxation that the end of her physical exercise entailed filled her heart with joy. To be loved, to be understood and allowed to bask in the moment made Andreja’s heart leap.

But that was nothing compared to the feeling of lips pressed against her forehead. A surprised chuckle escaped her lips as she felt two hands steadily gripping her shoulders, before giving them a quick massage.

“I am truly blessed to be with you, my dearest.” Andreja finally opened her eyes, letting them get lost in her Captain’s own. The Spacefarer’s forehead came to rest against hers and Andreja could not resist the urge to let her eyes close again.

She had spent so long, always keeping one eye open, never getting the privilege of being able to simply let herself be. Another kiss on her forehead and gentle hands on her shoulders.

She’d never look back. There was so much more to look forward to.

Sarah Morgan

The pile of data slate on top of her desk somehow kept growing taller. Sarah Morgan was unsure on how such a feat was possible—but she’d learnt that paperwork was akin to Old Earth witchery decades ago and had since made her peace with it. It was a shame, really. Such a gorgeous day would have been better spent in the Great Unknown. Yet, she was stuck. Stuck behind that desk with no possibility to grab coffee (Vladimir had been hogging the kitchen with Andreja and there was no way she was making her way past him without getting caught up in one of his tales) and stuck with paperwork.

She’d watched the day go by through numbers and short messages to Walter. Stuck.

The Chair of Constellation was so caught up in the five data slates whose data did not up that she had failed to notice the side door to her bedroom and office slowly creak open. She was only broken out of her reverie once a hand softly forced the data pad down, replacing it with a warm cup of tranquilitea.

Her tired eyes met the Spacefarer’s, as they let their weight rest against her desk, littered with data slates, notes and loose pieces of paper.

“You should get some rest, Sarah.”

She narrowed her eyes and resisted the urge to roll them, instead opting for a long swig of the warm beverage. Chamomile and Valerian—someone was attempting to fix her sleep schedule. Before she could retort anything regarding the matter, the Captain’s hands busied themselves. They stacked the slates on one side of the desk, and the paper notes on the other side. They proceeded carefully, giving Sarah plenty of time to object.

A couple of months ago, she probably would have asked them to leave her to it—it was her duty, as Chair of Constellation, to handle the brunt of the paperwork. Yet, with a warm cup of tea in her hands, and the care with which her partner put away the cause of today’s headache, she could not find it in her to complain.

She watched, almost hypnotized, her vision blurring as the sleep and herbal tea finally caught up to her. She felt a pair of strong arms lift her off her seat, before her back met the familiar softness of her mattress.

“’m sorry, budgeting tires me out faster than fighting terrormorphs, it seems.” Sarah mumbled as her partner helped her out of her shoes and jacket.

“Shush, just get some rest.”

Sarah wondered if that was one of the Captain’s powers, to make her feel so… serene. After over a decade of being constantly at war with herself, it felt eerie. Eerie to no longer be pushing against sleep, for fear of nightmares and the cold sweat that followed in their wake—no longer straining every limit her body and mind had to keep Constellation running single-handedly. She would’ve loved to voice her appreciation for her partner, but to no avail. As their lips met her forehead, their weight against her body, no word could come out.

She settled for the next best thing. She let herself be embraced, she let her forehead be kissed a dozen time over. Sarah Morgan let herself be cared for.

Sarah let herself be loved.

#starfield #starfield prompt fill #sarah morgan #andreja #all the kisses on their foreheads

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qeyond · 1 year

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You're my safe house.

#qeyond sucks #lawlight #death note #l lawliet #light yagami #idk how i feel about the lighting but ANYWAY #prompt was Lawlight slipped some edibles to chill their asses out during the yotsuba arc #they spent what felt like hours lost in a sea of carpet in their room #they eventually found each other again and got closer than theyve ever been #twisting their fingers through each others hair and tangling their gazes till sunset #theyll probably be embarrassed about this later and go back to hating each other #but this moment will stick in their minds forever. unrelenting. <3 #q art #i really dont know how i feel about how this one came out but i sure tried ksdhfkjsdf #edit: made the colors a little less desaturated ??#also also also i think Light definitely gave L's forehead a very very tender kiss after this #like lips lingering for soooo long #L just shut his eyes and drifted away like a really content cat - w-

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sunshinereddie · 1 year

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For the soft fic prompt thing could you maybe do number 3 or 30?

sorry anon that this took forever to reply to!!! hope you enjoy reading :D

3: forehead kisses

There were lots of things that Richie loved about his boyfriend.

He loved Eddie's smile, and the loud laugh that he let sometimes slip whenever he heard something really funny. He loved the way Eddie cared for him- both in a physical way, in making sure Richie ate lunch every day, as well as an emotional way, in giving Richie a shoulder to cry on and giving him loving reassurance whenever he felt down. He loved the way Eddie cuddled into him at night like a koala bear, wrapping his arms and legs around Richie so tightly that Richie wouldn't be able to get up if he tried (it's made Richie late for work a few times, but he doesn't mind in the slightest).

One of the other things that Richie loves about Eddie, is that Eddie is the perfect height for forehead kisses.

When Richie is cooking dinner and Eddie comes to stand beside him, Richie can easily plant a kiss on his forehead. When they're sitting on the couch together and Eddie falls asleep, he is always just at the perfect height and angle against Richie's chest for Richie to wake him up with a gentle kiss to his forehead. When Eddie comes home from a bad day at work and he walks straight into Richie's arms for some comfort, automatically tilting his head up ever so slightly to give Richie access to his forehead.

Richie showed his love for Eddie in a thousand different ways, but a gentle press of his lips to Eddie’s forehead was definitely one of his favourites.

BONUS: Growing up, Eddie had always… disliked his height. He had always been short than his friends, his classmates, and even throughout college and his young adult years, he always found himself to be one of the shortest in whatever group he was in.

For nearly 40 years, he had always disliked his height… until he started dating Richie, and discovered that he was just the right height to receive a forehead kiss from Richie.

For the first time in his life, Eddie hoped his growth spurt would never come.

30. ‘this is my husband/wife/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner etc.’

"Oh my god, did you see who's over there?"

"No, who?"

"Over at the bar- that's Richie Tozier!"

"Who?"

Bill raised his eyebrows at his coworkers. "Richie Tozier?" he repeated. "The comedian? He's like, one of the most popular guys in comedy these days? He's starring in that upcoming movie with Brad Pitt?"

Beverly rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her drink. "You know I don't watch that kind of stuff, Denbrough."

"That's not the point," Bill said, looking back across the room to the tall, curly-haired man standing at the bar. "What the hell is Richie Tozier doing here, at our office party?"

"It's a public bar, Bill," Ben pointed out. "Ever think that maybe he's just here to get a drink?"

Stanley frowned. "A rich, world-famous comedian is getting a drink in a tiny, crowded, 2-star pub in Brooklyn?" He shook his head as he watched the comedian chat animatedly with the bartender. "Doesn't add up."

"Well, you can't be implying that he's here for the office party, right?" Mike said.

"No, but, I mean there must be a reason-"

"Hi, everyone."

While they were all indeed curious about Richie Tozier's attendance at their little party, Stanley's theory was cut short by a new addition to their table as Eddie Kaspbrak squeezed himself into the spot in between Beverly and Mike.

Eddie Kaspbrak was very much a part of this little office friend group, though he was the most mysterious out of all of them. He didn't talk much about his personal life... or anything other than work, really. So while things like Stanley's marriage and kid on the way, Beverly's side business, and the novel that Bill was attempting to write when he wasn't in the office were all common knowledge amongst them, the most that any of them really knew about Eddie was that he was married- and only because of the ring on his finger, not because he had told them. They were all definitely curious about the mysterious life of Eddie Kaspbrak, but they also respected him enough not to pry.

They all returned cheerful hello's and how are you's in reply to Eddie, but when Bill noticed the comedian at the bar move out of the corner of his eye, their conversation from before quickly resumed. "Hey, Eddie, do you know who Richie Tozier is?"

Eddie's eyes widened slightly, and if Bill wasn't mistaken, he seemed to have the slightest hint of a smile on his face. "I've heard of him," Eddie replied.

"Well, he's here, apparently," Beverly said. "And Bill's getting all excited about it."

"I am not getting all excited about it," Bill said, to which Beverly grinned. "I'm just wondering why he's here."

"Maybe you should go ask him," Ben suggested. "Maybe he'll even give you his autograph."

"Oh, shut it, Hanscom."

"What do you think, Eddie?" Mike asked, after the laughter and Bill's blush had died down. "Any ideas on why a famous celebrity would be here, at this bar, at our office party?"

Eddie glanced between his friends, his cheeks flushing a light pink. He looked almost nervous, but the smile on his face seemed to grow. "Ah," he said after a few moments of thought. "Well, actually, you see-"

"Eds!"

A voice cut through the music playing and all the conversation around them, and when Bill looked over to the source, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Richie Tozier was walking towards them, a big grin on his face, and his eyes set on Eddie. Bill thought he must be mistaken, that Richie Tozier was definitely not approaching them, that he was calling for someone else who just happened to have a similar nickname to Eddie, there was just no way...

So Bill could only watch in amazement and confusion as Richie Tozier stopped directly beside Eddie, and handed him one of the drinks in his hand. "They didn't have your favourite wine," Richie said as Eddie took the glass. "Or your second favourite, either. So I got your third favourite, which I know is not ideal, but it's the best this place and their pathetic wine selection could do."

Nobody could quite believe what they were seeing, or hearing. The five of them had worked with Eddie for almost six years now, and collectively they probably knew five facts about Eddie Kaspbrak... but somehow, celebrity comedian Richie Tozier has the knowledge of Eddie's favourite type of wine, as well as his second, and third? And he even has a nickname for Eddie, who as far as Bill knew, hated when people tried to give him a nickname?

Eddie glanced down at his wine, not looking too happy about having to settle for his third choice, but looked back up to Richie with a smile and thanked him anyways. Richie beamed proudly as he took a sip of his own drink, before glancing over to the group standing around them, and the five pairs of eyes staring at them in surprise. "So, Eds," Richie said. "You gonna introduce me to your friends or what?"

Eddie returned his attention back to his friends, and Bill noticed that his blush was even more prominent now, though his smile was as big as Bill had ever seen it. "Right," he said. "Uh, Richie, these are some of my coworkers, the ones I told you about- this is Bill, Mike, Beverly, Stanley, and Ben." Richie eagerly shook each of their hands, greeting them with a genuine-sounding, Pleasure to meet 'ya!

Eddie hesitated for a few moments after Richie let go of Ben's hand, as though he was trying to figure out what to say next, but was having trouble. Bill found this rather odd, as at work Eddie never seemed to have a problem with speaking in their meetings, but Bill was still trying to process the fact that Richie Tozier was standing in front of him and just shook his hand, that he didn't spend too much time pondering over Eddie's behaviour.

Finally, after taking another sip of his third-choice wine, Eddie spoke up again. "Guys, I'd like you to meet Richie- my husband."

#love is stored in a forehead kiss <3 #THANKS FOR REQUESTING!!!#reddie #reddie ficlet #reddie hc #reddie au #it #it au #writing prompts #writing ask #it 2017 #it 2019

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tonbane · 1 year

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Ganlink in pose 2, for the kisses ask meme (prev post) prompted by the telepathically connected @thortiddy and @woulduknowmore (genuinely amazed at you two, ily)

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vasito-de-leche · 3 months

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I listened to Fall Out Boy — Church and, setting aside uptune beat, lyrics just clicked with FMN for me. Because. "If you were Church, I'd get on my knees" ??? Please tell me I'm not insane you see it to right you feel it??? It?? Just makes sense?????

LISTEN. LISTEEEEEEEN I LOVE FOB SO FUCKINGGG MUCH YOU DONT KNOW WHAT YOU JUST AWAKENED IN ME, NONNIE

"Church" is SUCH a good fucking song for characters with religious themes or with religious trauma or who are desperate to put someone on a pedestal so I AGREE, I AGREE, IT IS A VERY GOOD SONG FOR FMN

the fucking "you were doomed but just enough" lyric? CHEFS FUCKING KISS OHHHH MY GOD

and since we're talking about the Mania album, consider "Bishops Knife Trick"

I got a feeling inside that I can't domesticate It doesn't wanna live in a cage, a feeling that I can't housebreak And I'm yours 'til the earth starts to crumble and the heavens roll away I'm struggling to exist with you and without you, yeah

OR. OR IF WE'RE LEANING INTO HIS SAD MISERABLE FUCKING PERSONALITY. CONSIDER "FAKE OUT" FROM THE SO MUCH (FOR) STARDUST ALBUM

Remember us just like this forever But this can't last, won't last So make no plans and none can be broken No plans and none can be broken

Do you laugh about me whenever I leave? Or do I still need more therapy?

BUT. TO ME. TO ME THE FMN SONG IS "HEAVEN, IOWA"

And they don't know how much they’ll miss At least until you're gone like this Talking to the mirror, say, "Save your breath Half your life you've been hooked on death" Twice the dreams, but half the love Be careful what you bottle up The chemistry is a mess it seems But me, I'm still a sunbeam

Tell me when the party ends Will you still love who I am? I am

Scar-crossed lovers, forever I'm checking myself out forever I'm saving this all for later Scar-crossed lovers, forever Here we are untouched forever I'm saving this all for later

#reverse 1999 #reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 forget me not #not a prompt #im. very normal about fallout boy #im also kissing you on the forehead anon. mwa

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cassarilladraws · 1 year

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A Simple Word

Lukadrien Fluffuary (using this prompt list) Day 23: Forehead Kiss/Touch Prev | Next Read it on Ao3 Words: 1142 Rating: T Tags: Post-Reveal Lukadrien, Married, Soft, Silly A bowl of mostly eaten popcorn sat on the coffee table accompanied by candy wrappers and empty cans of sodas. It was Luka’s idea to have a movie marathon. A lazy night in, just the two of them. They watched their favorite movies together, quoting the best lines, singing the songs, throwing popcorn for the other to catch in their mouths, and sharing all of the little facts they knew about each film.

They were over halfway through the fourth movie of the night when Luka stretched out across the couch. His body took up the length of the sofa, crossing over Adrien’s lap so that his head was propped up on what should have been his husband’s soft armrest.

“Just getting more comfortable.” Luka said with a yawn.

“Suuuure, you are.” Adrien knew better.

He couldn’t help but reach down and play with his husband’s long black and blue hair. Even though he knew it would only prove to lure Luka to sleep faster. Adrien turned his attention back to the screen, but it was only a few minutes later that he heard a shift in Luka’s breathing. When he looked down the man was fast asleep.

Adrien laughed softly and whispered. “That’s what I thought, babe."

When the credits did eventually roll, Adrien found that his own eyes were sleepy. That was enough movies for the night. Of course now there was the issue of getting off the couch.

He looked down at Luka to see a face illuminated in warm light from the lamp they’d left on. The blonde couldn’t help the way he admired every feature as if they were details of a priceless piece of art. His fingers traced along Luka’s jawline, amused to feel the stubble there. Then his eyes landed on lips he had kissed countless times. Lips he’d kiss countless more.

Because this was his soulmate.

His love.

His husband.

“I can’t believe you’re mine.” Adrien kept his voice low as he leaned down and lightly kissed Luka’s forehead. “You’re so beautiful.”

When Adrien pulled back, blue eyes were blinking back up at him.

“Is that all I am to you… a pretty face?” Luka teased, though he certainly knew the answer.

“No.” Adrien breathed out with fervor and devotion that Luka hadn’t been prepared for.

That one word struck directly to the guitarist’s heart. The weight behind it brought to mind other things Adrien had told him in the past. Words of understanding, adoration, devotion, and love.

Adrien had simply said No.

But Luka heard, “You are always there for others, let me be the one who’s there for you. Your feelings matter too.”

Adrien had simply said No.

But Luka heard, “I’m starting to think that maybe, just maybe, our inner melodies are meant to be played together.”

Adrien had simply said No.

But Luka heard, “I adore you. No one makes me feel the way that you do. I love your heart, your soul. Luka, I love you.”

Adrien had simply said No.

But Luka heard, “M’love, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

When Luka's body caught up with his mind he was gripping Adrien’s pajama shirt. He tugged on it and Adrien complied enthusiastically. Their lips crashed together with passion. Luka let out a content hum that was answered by the purr rumbling from his husband’s chest.

When they finally parted Adrien narrowed his eyes and shot Luka a very not-so-innocent looking grin. “All I said was ‘No.’ Didn’t mean to get you all worked up.”

Luka rolled his eyes. “That is not how you said it.”

“Sure it is, you asked if I thought you were just a pretty face and I said—“

“No.” Luka cut Adrien off by imitating exactly how he had said it earlier.

To which Adrien paused for a moment only to lean back down and kiss Luka all over again.

When they parted for the second time, Luka laughed. “See what I mean?”

“Yeah, I think I do—” Adrien’s words were interrupted by a yawn he couldn’t stifle.

They both laughed sleepily at the interruption.

“I think we could both use some rest, my Muse.”

“Yeah, but I’d like to sleep in our bed. Which requires you getting up.”

Luka groaned as the sleepiness hit him again with full force. “I want to sleep in our bed too."

“Pfft. Well, then get up.” Adrien chuckled and nudged him but the taller man didn’t seem to want to move at all.

After a few seconds Luka sighed. “Fine."

Then he proceeded to take the blanket with him as he rolled off the couch and landed unceremoniously in the floor.

“Well that’s one way to do it.” Adrien stood up on the couch cushion and hopped easily over the back. He walked into the bedroom only to turn around when he realized Luka wasn’t following him. “So… you coming or what?”

“Snakes can’t walk.” Luka’s groggy voice was muffled into the blanket.

“Oh really?” Adrien’s lips curved into a smile. He loved that he was the one who got to see Luka’s silliest side the most often. “Well, I guess you’re slithering to bed then? Better get to it.”

“Adrieeen.”

The floor was hardwood and Adrien knew from constantly sliding around in his socks what Luka had in mind. So, he walked over and grabbed the edge of the blanket Luka was wrapped in.

The blonde shook his head as he spoke, “You know, I’m afraid if I don’t do this you’ll actually sleep on the floor. Which I’m purr-ty sure you’d regret in the morning."

Adrien began pulling on the blanket. Luka was easy enough to slide into the bedroom. Once he got him to the side of the bed Adrien let go.

“Well, that’s your stop.” The blonde crawled into bed. All the while laughing at the groan from Luka’s direction. “I’m glad we have such a nice, comfy bed. So warm and cozy. With these awesome pillows. It’d be too bad if I had to sleep here alone.”

Adrien got under the comforter and counted to three silently.

He heard Luka sigh, then watched as the man lazily crawled up into the bed to join him.

“It is pretty comfy.” Luka agreed, his words barely comprehensible because of his sleepy state.

Adrien cuddled close and wrapped his arms around his husband. The contact bringing on a soft content purr. “Love you”

“Love you too.”

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Plagg and Sass had been woken up by Luka's flop onto the floor and watched the scene unfold.

"Was all of that really necessary? Our holders are strange." Plagg observed.

"They're also the best we've ever had." Sass said matter-of-factly.

The black kwami nodded in agreement. "They are. Strange and the best aren't mutually exclusive my friend. They are living proof of that."

#Lukadrien #Miraculous #Adrien Agreste #Luka Couffaine #Miraculous Ladybug #Miraculous fanfiction #Lukadrien Fluffuary #fluffuary2023 #Prompt 23: Forehead Kiss/Touch #Adrien and Luka #Chat Noir #Viperion #Cassarilla writes

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whumpster-dumpster · 1 year

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Whumpee burying themself in Caretaker’s arms as Caretaker comfortingly kisses their head 💕

#whump #whump prompt #writing prompt #soft whump #hurt comfort #hug #cuddling #kissing #forehead kisses #aaaaaa i'm soft

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sentientsky · 5 months

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ughhh i'm going to bed but if anyone wants to give me a sfw gomens prompt, feel free to do so. i'll write one of my ficlet/poetry things in the morning as a quick warmup before i get working on my actual paper lol.

#angst is especially appreciated eheheh. no pressure tho ofc!!! only if u feel like u want something written with too many metaphors lmao #good fucking night u guys lol #kissing u all on the forehead and tucking u into bed with hot cocoa and a hot water bottle.#oh wait some of my mutuals r in different time zones. for u i give u a coffee and some orange slices or something idk #good omens #good omens prompts #good omens ficlets

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smellingofpoetry · 5 months

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Summary: Something changes in their dynamics.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: fluff

⸭ You can find my Masterlist in the bio ⸭

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