#fluffy asf

[sarahpaulsonsoftie]

(Not such a) Bad Idea

Larissa Weems X reader-

Songfic based on bad idea by girl in red, loosely. Reader is a final year university student and often frequents the Weathervane for their impeccable coffee (it’s just for the free Wi-Fi). Larissa is the principal of Nevermore academy and often frequents the Weathervane for their impeccable coffee (it’s just for the peace and quiet).

Or

Two dumb gays in love and Marilyn meddles.

Huge thank you to @h-doodles who majorly helped me with the plotline with this one. Honestly cannot thank you enough, I hope it meets your expectations :) <3

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It was a typical Thursday Morning for you, early enough for the Weathervane to be open, which meant you could claim a booth and work on your thesis statement. Typically, the weathervane was a quite café but for some reason, today it was packed and there was no seating available elsewhere.

Just as you had frequented the café, there was also an extremely tall lady, with ocean blue eyes and always wearing pristine clothing. You would often catch her eyes and she would smile at you, which would make you feel like you were going to faint. God, to see that smile in the morning would give you enough motivation to get through the day, and you would yearn for it long after she was gone.

Almost as if your thoughts had summoned her, in she stepped, noticing how busy it was and she approached the counter, giving her order. Her order is placed in front of her, and you notice her eyes wander around the café and eventually her eyes lock with yours.

You do your best to hide the fact you were staring by turning your focus onto your laptop, a flush growing on your cheeks.

“Hello.” You hear a British accent say and you look up, almost fainting because the woman who you had just been staring at has approached you. Oh my god, she’s British. “Is there any chance I could share a booth with you? Its quite busy in here today.”

“Oh- Yeah, of course, I don’t mind!” You say, probably too enthaustically, but she doesn’t comment and instead you decide to offer up your name “I’m Y/N.” You smile.

The woman smiles wider at you, “Larissa.” She returns, and you feel your face flush. Oh my god, even her name is ethereal. You grin as you turn back and begin to type away.

Moment’s pass, before your eyes raise to see Larissa watching you curiously, and you feel yourself blushing. Larissa takes a sip of her drink before nodding her head to your laptop.

“What are you working on?” Larissa enquires, as her eyes crinkle with her smile. You nearly stop breathing at the realization that she’s speaking to you.

“Me? Oh, uhm, nothing interesting, just my thesis statement for Uni.” You smile and Larissa rolls her eyes lightly with a smirk.

“Of course, it’s not interesting, otherwise you wouldn’t be staring at me every time I come in.” Larissa teases and you feel your ears grow hot, and your eyes grow wide in shock.

“Oh, sorry! I mean no offence!” You say urgently, realizing you’re probably embarrassing yourself even. You try to focus back on your laptop, hoping the floor will swallow you up. Larissa lightly pushes your laptop so its half closed.

“Oh, believe me, it’s quite the compliment actually.” She states with a smile before chuckling. “Gosh, its going to sound rather silly but sometimes, I hope to see you staring to figure out if I’ve made the right outfit choice.”

You’re certain if you blush anymore, you will faint. “Oh, I bet you’d still look good in a trash bag.” You manage to say before you can stop yourself and Larissa chuckles, and you smile yourself.

“Well, Y/N, thank you for that wonderful insight. I’m sure my wardrobe will thank you.” Larissa smiles before checking her watch. “I suppose it’s time for me to leave. Goodluck with your thesis, Y/N.”

Larissa stands to leave and begins to turn away and looks at you again, “You’ll be here tomorrow?” She asks and all you can do is nod.

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Friday morning couldn’t have come quicker for you, and you excitedly sit down in your booth, jittering with excitement as you see Larissa enter. You lock eyes with her, and she smiles at you from across the café. You open your laptop and at least try to pretend that you are focused on something other than her.

Larissa grabs her order and sits opposite you in your booth, and you smile at each other.

“Morning.” You smile, looking up from your laptop and Larissa is wearing a sage green dress with a golden chain necklace, complete with a golden watch and you swear you can faint. “I suppose you didn’t feel like wearing a trash bag today, huh?” You joke, your face flushing.

Larissa chuckles lightly and she has you enchanted by the sound. She takes a sip from a drink as she raises her brow at you.

“Oh please, you’re too nice to me.” Larissa states and you take a sip of your own coffee before you close your laptop. Larissa looks at you questioningly, “Off for the day?”

“Oh, no. I’m gonna be here for a while but there’s no point in pretending anything else has my attention when you’re sitting in front of me.” You grin, you have no idea where the confidence has come from, but you decide that since Larissa has decided to sit with you for a second time, it’s the confidence you need.

Larissa chuckles again and smirks at you again. “Careful, you might convince me to never leave.”

You grin at her cheekily, you’re sure your cheeks are flushed but you decide to ignore and begin to speak, “you say that as if it’s a bad thing. Perhaps I don’t want you to.” You say, and Larissa smiles before taking another sip.

“You never told me what your thesis was on.” She states and shuffles somewhat close to you, and you look down at your laptop before looking back up at her.

“Like I said yesterday, nothing too interesting. But I’m currently writing about Rene Descartes influence on modern philosophy, seeing as some consider him the father of modern philosophy.” You say and roll your eyes.

“Ah, and this does not interest you?” Larissa questions, her hands finding themselves onto the table.

“It’s not so much that it doesn't interest me, but I am not too keen on modern philosophies, I know, I know, they paved the way for society today, especially with the way he connected geometry and Algebra, but I suppose at heart, I’m more of an ancient Greek gal.” You say with a light grin, and Larissa looks intently at you, a light smile on her lips. “Sorry, I’m boring you.” You say, and Larissa’s hand reaches out to touch your arm.

“No, I find it quite refreshing how passionate you are.” Larissa states and her hand doesn’t move from your arm, you grin up at her.

“Soo, what about you? What do you do?” You ask and Larissa smiles a tight smile before looking up at you.

“I’m the principal of Nevermore academy.” She says proudly and she watches as your eyebrows furrow together, and she removes her hand from your arm, anticipating some sort of backlash.

“Nevermore? I don’t think I’ve—Oh! Nevermore, the academy for outcasts? Wait, sorry, is outcast the right word? I dunno if I got that right, erm but yeah, I’m sorry if that’s offensive! But also, principal? That’s awesome!” You say, and watch as Larissa breathes a sigh of relief, and you eye her curiously.

“Yes, outcast is the correct term. Although, some would not consider it ‘awesome’, but I suppose that’s their problem.” Larissa states and you look at her.

“Some people just like hating people.” You state, “Like how some people hate me cause I’m gay, but I think that sort of hate just makes you more accepting. But you being the principal of Nevermore academy is awesome.” You smile comfortingly, as you place your hand hesitantly onto Larissa’s.

Larissa checks her watch and frowns before looking at you. “I’m sorry, darling but its time for me to go back to the academy.” Larissa says before standing, “May I see your phone?” She asks and you nod, handing her your unlocked phone, she types in something before handing it back to you with a smile.

“You have my number now, message me if you get bored with your thesis. I hope I can help with the boredom.” Larissa smiles, hesitating slightly before placing a kiss on your cheek. She then begins to leave, looking over her shoulder before waving with a smile.

Okay, so she called you darling, and then kissed your cheek, and THEN gave you, her number. You can die happily now.

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You submit your thesis statement draft Friday evening and take out your phone to find the contact Larissa saved. You click onto it and begin to type out a message.

‘I submitted my thesis draft.’ You type and send almost immediately, excited to finally have a reason to message Larissa.

You see the read icon almost immediately and then the typing icon. You stay on the chat and watch intently as the typing icon appears and disappears three times before the message comes through.

‘Does this mean I won’t see your beautiful face in the morning now?’ Is the response and you squeal, squeal. Squeal at the response. You begin to type out your response.

‘No, luckily for you, and unluckily for me, it was only the draft, I still have to submit the real thing ☹’ You type back ‘Plenty of boredom on my part still, and many mornings left in the weathervane.’

‘I suppose you’re not too busy to attend the Harvest festival with me next weekend?’ Is what Larissa says and you swear you feel as if you can faint, this woman is too much and you love it.

‘only if you promise I can win you a prize.’ You respond and there is a grin on your face.

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The weekend and week pass quite quickly and eventually the day of the harvest festival arrives. You and Larissa had been in the Weathervane nearly every single morning, except for Sunday, because you decided to take the day to have a break, due to Larissa’s encouragement.

You are dressed already, after much changing and tweaking but you decided on your final outfit change that it would have to do otherwise you would drive yourself crazy.

You pull out your phone and begin to type out a message to Larissa ‘hey, did you want to meet out front?’

You place your shoes on and feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You look to see Larissa has messaged ‘Nonsense, I’m outside yours, we can walk there together.’

Your stomach does butterflies as you almost sprint to your front door and open it and see Larissa standing there holding two cups of coffee. You shut your door as you look up at her and nearly choke on your own breath.

She’s wearing a light green dress that cuts off just off above her knee, hugging her in all the right places, and a matching jacket, her hair pinned up in its usual pristine style.

“Hi.” You say, nervously shuffling on your feet and Larissa smiles lightly before stepping closer and handing you your coffee before kissing you on your cheek.

“Hi, sweetheart.” She smiles, as she pulls back. Your cheeks feel hot, and you look up at her through your eyelashes. “You look absolutely divine.”

“Me?” You manage to say, before looking down at your feet, “What about you?” You ask.

Larissa’s hand cups underneath your chin, as she brings your eyes up to meet hers, a smirk playing on her lips “Where’s the shyness come from, darling? Did I make the right outfit choice?”

“You look like a goddess.” You say, and Larissa grins down at you. You move your eyes away from hers and Larissa lets go of your chin.

“A goddess? That’s a new one.” She smiles and takes your hand into hers as you begin to walk. “Is that from all your university study? Is that where you’ve learnt to sweet talk?”

“Oh, no, it’s not sweet talk if it’s the truth.” You smile shyly up at Larissa and she grins at you, before taking a sip of her own coffee.

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It’s a few hours into the night and you and Larissa have been endlessly flirting, lingering touches, longing looks.

You manage to catch a glimpse of a game booth that would let you win prizes, and you grab Larissa’s hand and excitedly pull her towards it, and you look back at her with a grin.

“I believe I promised to win you a prize.” You say and Larissa’s arm wraps around your shoulder.

“You don’t have spend so much time trying to win me a prize, when you’re already here next to me.” Larissa states and you look at her, and bite your lip, trying to ignore the heat that flushed throughout your body.

“I promised.” You repeat and Larissa’s eyes soften as she lets you wander off to the stall. She watches as you speak to the man running the booth and laugh along with him, and you look back towards her with a grin. She’s standing a distance away from you, not wanting to approach, content in watching your excitement.

She watches as the man hands you the throwing balls and you throw the first one, knocking down nearly half off the cans down. She watches as you grin and look back towards her and Larissa cannot help the yearn in her heart.

Your second throw leaves only one can left, and she watches how your tongue sticks out in concentration on your last throw and Larissa grins as you get the last can on the last throw, you jump excitedly and the man running the booth allows you to pick out your prize.

You throw another glance towards Larissa with a smile as you pick out your prize, her prize, and hide it behind your back as you make your way back towards her.

“That was impressive.” Larissa grins and you look up at her with a huge smile. You move your hands from behind your back, showing two matching bear keychains.

“I picked this cause, even if I’m not with you, or you’re not with me, you’ll see it and be reminded of me.” You say and hold out one to her, keeping the other for yourself.

Larissa doesn’t say anything as she takes the keychain from your hand and stares at for a moment before her hand is on your cheek and crashing your lips together.

You respond to the kiss immediately, and Larissa’s hands find your hips before she pulls away and rests her forehead against yours.

“I think we should go back to yours.” She says, slightly out of breath and you nod in agreement, speechless over this woman.

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When you wake the next morning, Larissa’s arms are wrapped around your waist and you smile softly before checking the time. 07:04am. You shuffle so you’re facing Larissa and she looks even more beautiful than you could have imagined. Her hair is undone from it’s usual style, laying bare into the pillows underneath it, her face is bare from any makeup and you’re close enough to see every freckle that has graced her face.

Larissa stirs slightly before opening her eyes and looking at you. “Morning, sweetheart.” She says, her voice laced in sleep. Her hand reaches up to your cheek and she places a light kiss to your lips. “Do you know what the time is?”

“Oh, its just passed 7.” You say, leaning into Larissa’s touch. Larissa’s eyes widen in shock before she’s making her way out your bed quickly, speeding to pick up her clothes that are strewn about from the previous. “What’s wrong?”

“I have a meeting with the mayor at 8! Did you see where I put my phone?” She asks and you take it from the nightstand and hand it to her. “Thank you.”

There is a slight nervousness to her nature that you shrug off due to her being late, you get out of the bed and watch as she gets dressed quickly, amazed at how she can pull herself together so quickly.

“Where are you meeting him?” You ask Larissa, standing in front behind her as she uses your mirror to fix her hair into its usual style. She turns back to look at you, her hands pausing their movements.

“At a café in Burlington, I left my car at the academy, so I’ll have to get a taxi.” Larissa says, stepping closer to you. “I’ll message you.” She says, before kissing your cheek and leaving.

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Days pass and you have yet to hear anything back from Larissa. You had left her a message, in which she had just read and not responded. You take the hint, no matter how much it hurts, and you do not attempt to message her.

It’s Wednesday morning and you’re sitting in your usual booth. You notice how Larissa hasn’t come in during the mornings anymore. You sigh lightly as you take out your flash drive and spare a glance to the bear keychain you had attached to it.

A shadow darkens your laptop and you feel hope swell in your chest, at the possibility of it being Larissa but as you see another figure, a lady in which you hadn’t seen before at this time of the morning, who had red hair and was wearing glasses, along with a baby blue cardigan over a summery dress. You smile lightly.

“Hi.” She says, almost nervously. “May I sit here?” She asks, and you look around the café and notice hoe the seating is unusually full. You nod and smile. “I’m Marilyn.”

“Y/N.” You return, with a shy smile. You try to focus on your work but notice the lady, Marilyn, staring at you. You bring your eyes up to meet hers and she smiles softly.

“What are you working on, Y/N?” Marilyn asks and you look at your laptop. Déjà vu from the first time you and Larissa spoke. You frown lightly and look back towards her.

“Just my thesis for Uni.” You return, shortly. You don’t mean to come across as rude but you know that the last time you had been nice to someone sitting with you at the booth, you had a one night stand, and she avoided you since.

Yet, your heart still yearned for. Marilyn’s eyebrows furrow together as she watches you together, throwing a glance at your bear keychain.

“I hope you don’t mind my saying so, but you seem quite upset.” Marilyn states and you bite the inside of your cheeks. “I mean, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to but since I’m just a stranger, it might be nice to talk about.” Marilyn shrugs lightly, taking a sip of her drink, and you notice it in a to go cup.

You sigh, contemplating and decide that it would be nice to talk about it. “I, uh, met someone. I thought we were getting along great, we went to the harvest festival together, she kissed me, and then we went back to mine together. I haven’t heard from her since, haven’t seen her since even though she usually comes here in the morning.” You admit, and Marilyn looks at you comfortingly.

“I have a friend, who’s in somewhat of a similar situation.” Marilyn states, “Well, not exactly the same, kind of the opposite, and she’s the avoider. But she did so for a reason.”

You close your laptop and look at Marilyn whose hands are resting on the table and Marilyn smiles softly, looking at you with warm eyes.

“What reason would that be?” You ask, taking a sip of your drink, before avoiding her eyes.

“Well, see the person she was seeing was quite a bit younger than her, and after they got together, she just felt insecure about her age, about the difference in the stages of their lives. I mean, my friend has her career and knows that she wants to stay in her job for the rest of her life, but she confessed to me that the person she was seeing hasn’t even finished studying yet. She’s scared that this person won’t wanna be with her once she realizes the difference.” Marilyn says and you watch her, your eyes feel as if they’re growing wet. You don’t say anything immediately, noticing the similarities.

“Well, has she asked the person she’s seeing? Cause, you know, the woman I was seeing was quite the bit older than me and that was never a problem for me.” You shrug before sighing again. “Guess she just wanted some fun. It was a bad idea.”

Marilyn nods along, listening to what you say before checking her phone for the time. “I’ve gotta go now, will you be here tomorrow?" She asks and you nod.

-

A week passes and you and Marilyn become quite close friends, often giving each other separate advice. It’s evening time for as you type away on your laptop, its nearing closing time but you have just one more argument to write before you can leave.

You hear the door to the café open and you look up, seeing Larissa enter. Almost immediately, her eyes are locking with yours and you look back at your laptop, saving the file and closing it up before you get up to leave.

You make it halfway to the exit before you hear your name being called. “Y/N!” Larissa says, taking long strides, and you look back towards her, moving back slightly as she stands in front of you.

“Oh, hi.” You say, before pulling out your phone, pretending to check the time. “I’ve got to go, but it was nice seeing you.” You say, with a fake smile.

You turn around and leave the café, making sure you do not glance back, yet you yearn to, to turn around and you hope that Larissa will call out your name, but your heart drops as you walk down the street, and she still hasn’t called out your name.

You feel used. You feel sad and used. Did what you have mean nothing to you?

Unbeknownst to you, Larissa watches you leave, her hands gripping onto the keychain you had won for her, her cheeks growing wet as she realizes how much she has hurt you.

-

The weekend arrives and Marilyn invites you out to a bar, just for a friendly drink she had said. You enter the bar, which lighting is low and you notice Marilyn is at the bar, grabbing drinks and you approach her with a small grin.

“Hi, Marilyn.” You smile and Marilyn grins at you, looking up at you from over her glasses. You notice her taking two drinks from the bartender and thanking him, you furrow your eyebrows at her in confusion as Marilyn smiles.

“Hi, Y/N. I hope you don’t mind, but I invited another one of my friends.” Marilyn smirks, and hands you one of the drinks she has ordered. It’s a glass of red wine and you smile at her taking a sip.

“That’s fine, any friend of yours is a friend of mine.” You smile, and Marilyn grins as she leads you to a table, your eyes are more focused on the bar, and you almost bump into Marilyn as she stops, grinning like a fool as she looks at you.

You move your eyes to the table and to your absolute surprise, Larissa is sitting there is a low-cut dress and her usual golden chain. She stands once she sees you. ���Y/N.” She says and you look at her.

“Hi, Larissa.” You say, slightly tense, and Marilyn places her drink on the table. She shuffles slightly before speaking.

“I see you two have already met, which is great because I need the bathroom.” She grins and she rushes away.

“Wait, Marilyn!” You call after her, and she ignores you, as she walks through a crowd. You look back to Larissa and swallow. Jesus, even when you’re mad at her, she still has the ability to make you speechless. You frown as you connect the dots. “You’re the friend Marilyn was telling me about?” You ask, and Larissa steps closer to you. You don’t back away this time, and Larissa takes this a win.

“So that means, you are also the friend that Marilyn was telling me about.” Larissa says and her eyes soften. Her hands find yours slowly, in fear of you pulling away. You don’t and Larissa breathes a sigh of relief before speaking, “I never wanted to use you for fun, Y/N. I just—What I felt- what I feel- is very real and I was scared you’d think I was too old for you.”

You step closer to Larissa, looking up at her through your eyelashes. “I never would have thought that.” You say softly, and Larissa removes her hands from yours, placing them onto your hips. “I was, I am, falling for you, Larissa. You hurt me.” You say, and your cheeks grow hot as Larissa’s grip on you tightens.

“I am sorry, sweetheart. It was never my intention. But after I left yours in a hurry, I thought, I thought, you wouldn’t want to see me because of the workload I have, and I though you might’ve wanted more excitement.” Larissa says, her face coming closer to yours, “But, I have to admit that I am falling- No, I am in love with you, I’m in love with the excitement that radiates from you, the shyness that have when you see me, the passion you have for university, and the I love you.” Larissa confesses, her breath tickiling your lips.

You breath hitches as you close your eyes, before opening them again to see Larissa’s ocean blue eyes staring into your soul. “I’m in love with you too. I love hoe passionate you are about your career, I love how much you care about your students, I love the way you always make me feel so nervous.” You say and Larissa brings your lips together, in a soft, caring, loving, passionate kiss.

You eventually pull away and rest your foreheads together. In the distance you hear Marilyn yell. You both look over towards her as she’s grinning madly before she shouts, “I did it!”

You and Larissa look at each other before giggling.

Fin

#larissa weems x reader #wednesday #larissa weems imagine #larrisa weems #omg these bitches gay #fluff #fluffy asf #nearly died writing this #platonic marilyn thornhill x reader #marilyn thornhill #marilyn is not laurel

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Bonten!Sanzu x Reader: Waking Up To You

♡ SFW, fem reader, wife!reader, mainly fluff but there's a suggestive part, soft!Sanzu ♡

note: I'm fixating on Bonten Sanzu rn, he's just so pretty 🌸

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Imagine waking up and seeing Sanzu getting ready for work. His tie hanging loosely around his neck as he rushed back and forth looking for his keys. His eyes meet yours and he scolds himself for waking you up. He always tried to be as quiet as possible before he left, leaving gentle kisses on your head before he departed.

"Hey darling, how'd you sleep?"

You mumbled something along the lines of good, as you stretched and wriggled around underneath your fluffy blanket. You were always so cute in the morning (in his opinion anyway). The way the light from the window shined on your face made his heart skip a beat. Waking up next to you was the highlight of his morning and his entire day. His large, lanky figure hovered over you as he leaned down to kiss you goodbye. Sanzu always liked teasing you and it was no different in the morning when you were still sleepy. He planted soft kisses all over your face, purposely kissing everywhere except your lips.

"Haru stop teasing, I want a kiss on the lips!"

"Which ones?"

"Don't make me smack you."

"Okay okay, no need to threaten me."

He smirked at the annoyed look on your face before planting a long kiss on your lips. His hands cupped your face as your arms wrapped around him. He desperately wished he could stay home all day, wrapped in your loving embrace. But alas, he has a job to fulfill and he unfortunately can't just skip work to relax with his wife. He reluctantly pulled away from you and grabbed his keys off the nightstand.

"I'll see you sometime tonight, depending on what Mikey wants me to do. I love you princess~"

"I love you too Haru, come back to me in one piece 'kay?"

"I always do darling ♡"

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#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #sanzu fluff #fluffy sanzu is my favorite sanzu #sanzu x reader #I want this man so bad 😭 #I need him expeditiously #ladies and gentlemen of the jury this man is fine asf 🤭 I rest my case

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fluff alphabet

j.gibbs

➳ 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢.

warnings: mentions of fighting, shooting, bleeding

readers pronouns: unspecified i think

reading time: 3-5 minutes

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

your patience. jethro is kinda flabberghasted how someone would voluntarily stick around him for so long with his attitude n shit

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

hips. shut up. he LOVES to pull you in by your waist, maybe rub some circles into your skin. its just an intimate way of showing his affection

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

just lay on him. jethro does not give two shits. any of that 'i might hurt you' bs is out the mf window. j's a big boy, he can handle himself

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

it brings him comfort to be out of his house, out with the same routine just for a day, so 9 times out of 10, the sexy silver fox probably takes you out to the/a cabin and loves the hell outta you

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

acts of service fr

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

jay personally doesn't want kids. if you talk him into getting a pet he'll be willing to get a (protective) dog, cat, or maybe even a fish

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

jethro is more of an 'acts of service' kinda guy. he knows how you love plants though. so when he can, he runs to some plant shop and get some small succulants and some colorful pots, so you have a choice on what you want the lil baby in

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

depending on the day, gibbs will generally grab your hand and kiss the palm of your hand and lace your fingers together, but other days, he just needs you to initiate the pda

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

a rush of emotions. fury at whoever the hell did this, to guilt that he couldn't protect you. he will 10/10 be all "why the hell would you go in there and get shot???" n "wanna tell me what possessed you to get your ass handed to ya on a platter?" or maybe just a worried sigh

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

jethro doesnt prank, he jokes. he makes smart ass comments when he can, and watches out of the corner of his eye your reaction. he chuckles when he sees you look down and press a hand to your mouth to try to keep your laugh from being heard

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

NECK KISSES, FORHEAD KISSES

okay so,,,

when you kiss him you make a bee line to tease him first. you love the JUST BARELY audible whines he lets out LIKE UGHHH 😩🤪😍🤪😩❤😩🤪😩😩🤪😩😩 the. when you do kiss him, he likes to bite your lip cuz why not

when he kisses you, he lovess that delicious little exhale into his mouth, like that man just swallows it up. its cute to him how you legit turn to putty in his hands (and mouth 😏)

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

acts of service. literally stop it its so cute, the things he does 😭❤

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

when you first made each other laugh. his laugh was small, but a belly laugh nonetheless. your laugh was a half snort half giggle. he loved how imperfect and ubrupt it was.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

losing you. in front of him. while hes retrained and helpless. jethro hates that feeling of being helpless, and not in control

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

jethro picks his nails. no, i will not elaborate.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

he loves calling you sweetheart, (any kind of nickname that relates to ur name), darlin. pretty original, but hot

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

highkey loves when you giys are just in his basement and your reading a book or whatever, radio's on, and your just existing together. you guys both like to gossip n shit, dont get me wrong lmao, but jethro fr loves that peace you give him without even knowing it

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

american pie (no comment)

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

uhhhhh depends in the situation. jethro is not a good talker but he tries. he will try to keep the kelly-shannon comments to a minimum. a part of him will always love them, and he's happy you're cool with knowing that

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

more than a year ill tell you that 😭

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

cold, snappy, dry. there's really only two ways to pull the plug out of his ass, and thats by a.) giving him time to go through the issue by himself b.) shooting getting through the problem by talking to him

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

he's casual about the relationship unless he's jealous. then he'll let this arm slip around your waist and he'll make sure to kiss you on the lips (and maybe linger a bit 🤭) before walking away

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

completely confident in your abilities as an agent and person. as a partner, he gets protective as hell, meaning he'll make sure every move you make is watched and his people have eyes on you if your undercover or whatever

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

overall 8.5/10. picked up tricks with his other wives. of course, every person is different and he learned to adapt his jarsh personality to somewhat smooth out your anger and frustrations, and will always be willing to fuc give you advice if necessary

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

on a coffee/tea date. he'd probably be on some "sweetheart, i've been thinkin' if you'd want to be called my final lover?" oui oui 🤭💍

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

your presence. you just have that aura that subconsciously reassures him that you have his back, and he has yours.

#ncis #fluff #fluff alphabet #gibbs fluff #gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs #leroy jethro gibbs x reader #ncis x reader #mark harmon #x reader #male reader #female reader #lol #cote de pablo #ziva david #abby sciuto #fluff asf #fluffy #no angst #x gender neutral reader #gender netural #jules writes 📓🖊

[spankysparkles]

First Kiss- A Solangelo Story- Written by spankysparkles and emonemo!

Nico di Angelo is trying to kiss Will Solace. Things go wrong for them before they go right. But when it goes right, it goes very right and they both become each others' first kiss! Read it from me on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/369326541-first-kiss-a-solangelo-story Read it from emonemo on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56046211/chapters/142348624

#ao3 #wattpad #ao3 fanfic #nico di angelo #solangelo #will solace #dating #wattpad fanfiction #first kiss #first love #fluff #fluffy stuff #cute asf #pork sandwiches

[sketchyandsketches]

decided to train bg skills since i'm often too lazy and i did a more sketchy illustration and I'm lowkey loving it despite it defo not bbeing my usual style

anyway, have Luke in his caveshrine

#haven't drawn in that sketchy style in centuries #actually kinda digging it #luke is fluffy asf on this one #my acc name is literally SKETCHYANDSKETCHES and yet this is the only sketch i've produced in so long #it's like a homecoming #anyway #maybe i'll do this more often #here and there a little illustration as a treat #that weirdly enough didnt take as much brain as my usual rendering #digital art #illustration #art #oc art #oc art dump

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Nectar love | {HakuYuki}

Theme: Floofy angst

Note: I have only written these two once it's practically illegal atp (and technically it was AkaYuki not HakuYuki...)

so i must write them more

×××

It was a mistake. A big one. But what would go wrong? What, when her health was improving so perfectly, when his strength was growing, when...

Then she was better, she was well. She could stand, she could run, she would do whatever she minded. For a moment then, Hakuji wondered. He wondered if, now that he had no use, they would throw him out. Tell him to go find a life for himself, by himself. He was nearing eighteen, after all. 

Yet they welcomed him. They allowed him to stay, they encouraged it. They wanted him there. 

Wanted. It was a strange word. To be wanted. Nobody had ever wanted Hakuji before. He was troublesome, he stole things and helped with nothing. He inflicted fights, was explosive, nobody had ever wanted that. But Koyuki, Keizo. They... wanted him.

So he stayed. He got engaged with her, with Koyuki. He loved her. He truly did, with all his being. He promised to be at her side always, to hold her hand, to bring her flowers. He would be there for her, he would protect her from anything that would try to hurt her, he would do anything for her. 

His father's grave sat in a desolate graveyard. It was the only one in the town, people rarely cared much to bury the dead. They were tossed aside, left out to rot. But Hakuji had dug this one himself, used his own hands and lifted his father slowly into the hole, patting down the dirt. He had carved the rock he had set there painstakingly, had nestled it above his father's head, bringing flowers for him from time to time. 

Sometimes he would bring the flowers he'd gotten for Koyuki, once they had wilted slightly. He didn't like putting things to waste, liked using everything until it was no more. So he put the flowers on his father's grave, letting them mix with the dirt, freshening it. 

He brought fresh flowers this time. White and red, ceremonial colors of a wedding. He placed the bundle neatly on the grave, sitting down in front of it. He clasped his hands together in a quick prayer before speaking, telling his father of his upcoming marriage. He was ecstatic, feeling like he could finally, truly be content with his life. He felt like he could live, now. And be happy about it.

He rose as the sun set, intending to find more flowers for Koyuki. He found a field, picked the prettiest of the flowers. But even the most beautiful, most precious of the roses lost their petals and wilted eventually. Even angels like Koyuki died.

The flowers were no longer newly picked, but he still gave them to Koyuki. He had spent hours carving out hers and Keizo's grave markers, redoing them if he made even the slightest mistake. It was his fault, after all. It didn't matter how many times it took, this had to be perfect for them. It was the least he could've done.

He wound the flower's stems around each other, creating a crown. He placed it on top of the stone, on top of the grave which held his dear Koyuki's body, nestled in the earth. Tears blurred his vision and he couldn't think. Couldn't fathom what he had done wrong, why the world kept taking from him. If he was destined to be alone. 

Rage overtook his grief as suddenly as one could express and he sought to find those who had taken the last two people he could ever care for. He fought blindly, letting the hot, red, boiling anger guide him. Until he stood admist the bodies of those who had wronged Koyuki, those who used jealousy as a justification, those who had killed the two most perfect people in the world. They were selfish people. But then again, so was Hakuji. Despite somehow avoiding the consequences of his own stupidity, he still cursed the world as if he was the one being hurt. 

He alone should've been killed. He should've left Koyuki and Keizo alone, should've respected his father's wishes to not steal. All of it was his own fault. All of it.

×××

« Word count: 1239 »

well that took a lovely turn (i loved writing this a lot oml)

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #fluff #angst #demons #koyuki #kny koyuki #akaza #hakuji #kny akaza #kny fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #fluffy angst #writing #yummy #muhahaha #<3 #i love these two #them>>> #the cuties #short asf

[cloverstayy]

He looks so fucking fluffy and I can hardly stand it. 🫠

#stray kids #bang chan #bang chan fluff #so fluffy #cute asf #channie <3

[thefandomeffect-noah]

I… I don’t even know what to say.

I have no words. I think it’s finally time to make the post.

#ofmd #our flag means death #gay pirate stuff #our flag means death season 2 #ofmd s2 #our flag means death spoilers #ofmd s2 spoilers #WHAT DID I JUST WATCH #THIS WHOLE SEASON IS LIKE AN ODE TO FANON #IZZY AND ED ARE IN LOVE #LUCIUS IS ALIVE #IT’S ANGSTY ASF BUT ALSO SO FLUFFY #STEDE ACTUALLY FEELS REMORSE FOR HIS ACTIONS???? #FANG’S A BIG OL BABY NOW I’M SORRY BABYGIRL #YOU’LL GET YOUR DOGGY AND YOUR HUSBAND SOON #EVERYONE IS SO HOT????? #WTF IS GOING ON WITH JIM AND OLU #ARE THERE GONNA BE LESBIANS???? #there is a LOT of girlbossery in this season #RIP Ivan 😭 #i saw it coming but it’s so unfair

[milesworld96]

I’m sorry does Darby have stiletto nails on or am I hallucinating again

#okay that is hot asf ngl😧😧 #the drop to the knees and nails sold me on him winning <\\3 #I’m just a queer leave me be!!😢😢 #aew #aew wrestledream #darby allin #his fluffy coat also like😳😳😳

[streaminn]

Boutta draw lone path Enid (aka the Enid that would've happened if the twins theory was true from the start)

#Way to turn a fluffy miscommunication au to angst :-: #Its so funny #I love it #Still gonna draw Enid sad asf tho

[wheeboo]

#rania rambles #im not wrong tho #hehe #sneak peek ?? #i rlly want to make this fluffy asf... #i just noticed i repeated the word literally twice fml

[cinnamon-phrog]

It has come to my conclusion that I make the tastiest fluffiest pancakes ever

#idk what i do to them i just vaguely follow the recipe one of the support workers gave me and ah. ahhhhhhhhhhh so good. #well i say pancakes. pancake. because i didn't have enough to make two but i'm getting my allowance today so i'll buy some more eggs #and flour and milk. since that's literally all it is. #but mine always come out fluffy as a cloud and tasty asf #maybe because i slept late and by effect extra hungry but they were divine. #🗨🐸

[aci-aka-creator]

[Sorry for not posting this, I just doesn't have a time :')]

And here she is, Amy Martin Meowin, the purrssessed by a demon (dogmon) cat. Ah... Don't you think her face is pretty…? The next one who will be draw will be Michael Davies [Michael Dogvies].

#faith the unholy trinity #faith airdorf #amy martin #my weird asf style :') #cat quest ii #amy fluffy cat :D #idk what tags to put #idk what tags to use

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Love at its best | {SaneOba}

Theme: Fluff

Note: this is short asf- cuz i wrote it in my notebook and i can't stand writing traditionally

the name is kinda hasty i didn't know what to call it...

Sanemi sat with his head resting sleepily on Obanai's shoulder, his eyes fluttering open every now and then. 

It was a sunny day and it was very warm out, making both Hashira drowsy.

For a while they sat in silence, taking gentle and comforting breaths. But then Obanai said, getting a bit restless in all his tiredness, "Sanemi?"

Though neither were on first name basis, for some reasong it didn't feel strange. Of course, it could've been from the fact that both weren't in the most sane state of mind.

Nevertheless, Sanemi hummed in response, his eyes still closed.

"Can I trust you not to question it if I show you?" Obanai asked. (don't take this out of context you fuckers)

This question, again, got no confusion nor resulted it's own question in response. Only a, "Mhm" in following.

Obanai turned then and Sanemi was forced to sit up, as he'd been resting on his companions' shoulder.

Then, quite slowly as if to not break the comfortable silence, Obanai unraveled his bandages revealing the thick, jagged scar running across his jaw.

As promised, Sanemi asked nothing about it. In fact, his reaction was minimal and the only way you could tell he had registered it was from the way his eyes seemed to outline the scar. 

Quite suddenly then, nearly breaking the drowsy atmosphere, Sanemi lifted his hand, guiding Obanai's chin towards him.

"Can I kiss you?" the Wind Hashira asked, his lavender eyes focosed purely on the other's heterochromic ones.

When he recieved a nod, he leaned forward, his lips fitting like a well-placed puzzle piece against Obanai's.

Their eyes fluttered closed, nearly in sync, and it appeared as if the warmth had rose to a hotter temperature—though quite the opposite of an uncomfortable one.

They pulled away a couple seconds later, their cheeks tinted peek and their eyes look as alive and clear as ever.

Obanai reached for his bandages subconsciously but Sanemi held his hand down.

"Hm?"

He shook his head, his hair contrasting against Obanai's pitch-black locks as he rested his forehead against the other's.

"Can you keep them off?" he asked, referring to the bandages.

Obanai's eyes met Sanemi's and, upon seeing how intent he looked, he nodded. 

"For the time being," he murmured.

"Mm, alright," Sanemi said mindlessly.

They gazed at each other for some time and cicadas could be heard from somewhere around them, chirping in the heat. 

"Obanai?" Sanemi said after a long pause.

"Yes?"

Sanemi kissed him again, parting away for a second to say, "You shouldn't keep wearing that mask, Iguro. You still look hot as hell without it."

As he leaned in for another kiss, he noticed Obanai had on a small, almost relieved smile wavering sweetly as he closed the distance between them again.

{Word count: 463}

Y'all i'm such a fast typer I wrote this all in 9 minutes /srs

it's not that fast since it's only like 463 words but... yay! ✨ There will prolly be spelling mistakes bc of that but i can't bother looking thru it rn

also

two saneoba's in a row<3

(I wrote this originally on my notebook so)

#kny #sillyness #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #fluff #saneoba #sanemi x obanai #ships #gay #gayships #gayness #fluffy writing #ds #short asf #comfort ship

[majormeilani]

it is imperative to draw grooves with a little bit of fluff on his chest where his titties are supposed to be

#🎩⏳ #he is fluffy asf

[kaleidoskuls]

hey love <33 hes such a sleepy little guy. so small so fluffy

he's just like me fr

#im fluffy in the most metaphorical sense #wait #now that i think about it im actually spiky asf #:P #remi's askbox #bartholomuel <3 #katy the loml #<33