#flufd

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

could i possibly request some stuff with infected where the reader isn’t capable of getting sick / catching his illness?? and because of that they’re able to make direct contact with him (hugging, holding hands, etc)?? imagine infected walking into the elevator where he’s met by the reader peppering his face in kisses…. the idea has been in my head for ages and the brain rot is taking over,..,,,…..

For whatever reason, you're immune to the virus that plagues your boyfriend. And that is the greatest blessing you could receive (other than Mach's Blessing).

You didn't have to worry about keeping your distance from him!

While Dr. Retro was still trying to figure out what made you immune...you just gush to her how sweet Infected is.

Although he may forget your name from time to time, something in his heart always knows you're his s/o.

That just proves that he's still Kasper deep down, who remembers the first time he asked you out and was a total loser about it.

But that's exactly what made you fall in love with him, and even after the virus, you never stopped being by his side.

You took "in sickness and in health" literally

He gets all giddy whenever he walks into the elevator and you're there waiting for him, or vice versa.

Without hesitation he jumps into your arms, all smiley and dorky like, while you shower him with kisses.

When he gets sad bc the elevator is full, you lead him back into the apartment and reassure him you'll catch the next one, spending the rest of the night cuddling and gaming.

People sometimes forget you're immune and get grossed out seeing you two kiss

Lampert in particular always freaks out until you remind him.

Infected doesn't think his sickness is that serious, and gets irritated with people claiming it is.

You don't encourage his denial (knowing that's the virus talking and not him), but at the same time you defend him if others say he's spreading his illness out of malice.

All you do is give him another kiss to prove your immunity and that he's worthy of your affection.

Once, STAT made him feel insecure about the way he was speaking and he quietly mentioned it to you late one night....

Next time she showed up in the elevator, you went OFF on that 2-D girlie. You understood her paranoia but didn't tolerate her rudeness.

The whole time Infected was watching with shock at first, and then he had a lovestruck look when you finished and turned back to him, apologizing for getting so riled up.

He didn't care.

He was so so lucky to have you.

[tojipie]

Omg please please please write another fic about needy cry baby gf and Toji 😫🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

thinking abt him not realizing when he’s being mean because he grew up in a house full of boys where insults were a form of affection :( we’ve all got a little bit of crybaby reader in us me finks

content: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

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a sea of limbs dance and weave around the court with intricacies you won’t even pretend to understand, leaving you more confused with each passing minute.

you remind yourself that you’re here for toji, wanting to spend more time with him regardless of whether you were into the activity.

toji liked it, so you liked it. at least before the game got confusing.

“that was two points, right?” you ask him, trying to make sense of the shot a player had just made.

toji pauses, holding the chilled end of his beer can to the back of his neck.

“three, baby.” he corrects, kicking his work boots off. the older man relaxes into the soft embrace of the couch with a groan, propping his feet up on the ottoman.

“right… right.” you realize, listening as the announcer gives a rundown of what just happened. you look over and gauge his expression, searching for any acknowledgment of what you’d just said.

“sorry, not really a basketball fan.” you joke, hoping to alleviate the awkward air.

“not that smart either, huh?” toji chuckles, taking a sip of his beer.

your stomach drops at the comment. blood rushes to your ears as humiliation takes over, eyes welling up with hot tears.

you knew he was 100% joking. that’s just how toji was around the people he loved.

you were being too sensitive, right?

the two of you had discussed instances like this before, the older man explaining that that was truly just how he spoke to people.

he never meant to upset you, in fact he’d rather hang than ever hurt you on purpose. his words, not yours.

toji has promised you he was working on it, trying to choose his words more carefully around you.

that’s all it was, you tell yourself. a simple slip of the tongue.

or was he truly mad at you this time?

nope. just a joke. you tell yourself, fiddling with a loose thread in your sleeve to distract from the lump in your throat. you try to inhale around the blockage, accidentally releasing a sob that alerts toji right away.

“hey.” he mumbles, setting his drink down to look at you. calloused hands cradle your face as the older man takes a close look at you.

you pull away, trying to compose yourself. just a joke! you remind yourself.

a joke, not serious. just. a. joke.

“nonono, hey it’s okay.” he whispers, eyes blowing wide as he realizes the gravity of the situation.

“i’m sorry sweetheart, i’m sorry.” he pleads, muting the tv to focus on you.

“m’ not stupid.” you whimper, wiping each eye with the back of your hand.

“course not pretty girl.” he whispers, rubbing your back in soft circles. “i’m sorry, you know that’s j—“

“just how you talk.” you mumble, not sure if his explanation actually made it ok.

“but.” he starts, pulling you into his lap with a grunt.

“that’s not an excuse, right?” he asks you, clearly remorseful.

“need to watch my mouth around my girl, huh?” he chuckles, still rubbing small circles up and down your back.

“it’s ok.” you conclude, resting your head on his shoulder as he presses soft kisses to your cheeks and forehead.

“hate making you upset.” he tells you firmly, nuzzling into the crown of your head.

“you wanna watch something else?” he asks, placing the remote in your hand. “movie, youtube?”

you crawl out of the older man’s lap and onto the couch, pulling up prime to scan the comedy section.

“i fucking hate basketball.” you giggle, the man beside you breaking out in full blown laughter as you press play on the remote.

[writtenbyan-aries]

Please please please write a fic based around that picture Colby posted on his Instagram of Malia sitting on top of him please !! 🫶🏼❤️

I’ve had multiple requests like this - so here’s one of them 👀

Warnings: kissing, just fluff

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It was nice to not have to wake up with an alarm as soon as the sun showed its face, and it was even better that Colby didn’t have to either.

You opened your eyes, blinking a few times as you slowly woke up to the sun peaking in through the curtains.

The world felt like it was silent, nothing but you and Colby tangled within each other.

“Good morning.” Colby mumbled, his voice low and raspy from him just waking up, too, “Did you get to sleep in?”

You shifted around, rolling over to face him while he still held onto you, “I’m actually surprised I was able to.”

“It’s cause I’m here.” Colby smirks and you nod, leaning in to peck his lips a few times, “Yes.. yes it is. I can’t sleep when you aren’t here.”

“M’sorry, baby.” Colby pouts and you shake your head, “Not your fault, Colbs.” You run your hand through his hair, “Just like being with you, that’s all.”

“I like being with you, too. But you know what’s good about today?”

You fight back a smile and shrug, “Tell me.”

He pulls you in closer, his arm wrapping around you as he pulls you onto his body, “We get to be together all day, have a rest day.”

“I like the sound of that.” You smile and press kisses against his cheek before nuzzling your head in his neck, “We can order in, watch movies, oh. I even got new face masks if you’re down.”

“I love me a good face mask. I can’t complain about that.” Colby chuckles and turns his head to kiss your forehead, “It’s not too often anymore we get these kind of days.”

“No I know.” You mumble, “I hate it sometimes.”

“I’m putting my phone on do not disturb. If Sam needs me, he knows where to find me.” Colby reaches over and slides his phone off the stand.

You sit up, leaning over to grab yours.

You glance down at Colby, his eyes making contact with yours and he smiles, “What?” You shake your head, swiping to your camera, “Nothing… just…”

You take a few pictures and Colby laughs, “Are you taking pictures of me?”

You move your phone to show him your face and you smirk, “Maybe.” He smiles and grabs your hand, his lips pressing to your palm.

You slide it over, caressing his cheek while he stares up at you, “You’re so pretty.” You smirk as you toss your phone down onto the bed, “I love looking at you.”

“Now you know how I feel each time I look at you.” He pulls you down do him and presses his lips to yours, “Send me them.”

You motion to your phone, “Phones right there, babe.”

“Oh yes, rest day.” He scoffs with a laugh, “How could I forget.” He grabs your phone, sending the pictures to him.

He lays your phone down and grabs his, humming lowly as he navigates through it.

“Are you hungry?” You ask, staying in the same place you’ve been, “I’m hungry.”

“Yeah, let me post this and then-“

“You’re posting it?” You turn your head to look at his s screen, “Won’t people start freaking out?”

Colby shrugs, “Yeah, but I’m not keeping you a secret forever. Think of this as a soft launch.” He chuckles and you smirk at his words.

“And done.” Colby locks his phone and lays it next to yours, “Now, what do you want to eat?”

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Thank you so much for reading! I love you so much! Catch you in the next one!

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[gh0st-onesh0ts]

We could watch a million sunsets- Sunday x gn!reader

Hug me with your words

Warnings- comfort, fluff, reverse comfort??? Just a short ramble

Summary- little headcannons of your relationship with sunday (slightly down bad for this man)

Notes-SOMEONE TELL ME WHY THE ONLY ONESHOTS I CAN FIND OF HIM ARE SMUT OR YANDERE 😔

The sun never shone in penacony, well in the dreamscape anyway. But you could light up a whole room. Or so your partner says. Sunday, your boyfriend always commented on how stunning you looked or how bright you smiled. He was a man of many compliments and often showered you in praise, even if you felt like you didn't deserve it

His touches were soft when he grabbed your hands. Holding them tight enough to let people around you know that you were in love. I mean even the way he looked at you when you spoke was enough of a message.

His voice was enough to put you to sleep at night. Not in a bad way of course, he was soothing. His hands would run through your hair trying to help you fall asleep. Sometimes he even planted kisses along your face or head.

Other times, it was you who offered the comfort. Sometimes he wasnt in the right headspace and tried to distance himself from you and drown himself in work. He was a stubborn man, only allowing his walls to break to you. You were the only one he'd even let see him this weak. When he starts to push away the only thing you can do is tell him love him and try and do small acts of service.

You usually made him his favourite dish or a hot drink. Even if he wasnt cheered up completely, it gave him a distraction for a moment.

Stuff like that didn't happen all that often, often times he was just overwhelmed, and that's what caused it.

[animekpopsimp]

Stardew Valley Characters x reader who's easily scared

Shane

He does find it funny to an extent

But, he won't intentionally scare you

If Shane does end up scaring you, he'll quietly laugh to himself, but eventually apologize

He does find your reaction cute, but won't say anything about it

Sebastian

He definitely finds it funny when you get scared

Though he does feel slightly bad if he catches you off guard

When you do get scared, he'll help calm you down by pulling you into a hug

Sebastian is protective of you, and will glare at anyone who tries to intentionally scare you

He can be really scary when he wants to, so it's affective

Sam

Sam is a bit of a goofball

So knowing how easy it is to scare you, he will sometimes take advantage of it

But he knows when he shouldn't and never crosses any boundaries

He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable or upset you

Overall, Sam is very respectful about it

Alex

Alex will occasionally sneak up on you, just to see your reaction

He finds it funny and cute at the same time

Though, he won't do it so much that it upsets you

He just likes teasing you

Which he does a lot

[minhosimthings]

how would hoon react the first time seeing dark skinned reader? And like when they're dating how would he praise her?- always been curious

Btw I love your work<333

Omg my first request! That's a good ask anonnie. Alright first of all Hoon is my fourth husband so I would know how he would react 💅since I also have darker skin. I also kept the scenes to be carried out in South Korea if y'all are cool with dat.

If reader is insecure about her skin, like if you didn't fit into korean beauty standards, because according to Kbs, you're supposed to have fairer skin (boo that), he wouldn't waste a second to praise you about your skin.

more under the cut!

Just imagine him looking at you from across the skating rink, just so mesmerised by the way you'd move your hands and feet in coordination, hitting every step properly.

You'd be shy to talk to him. Of course many people in South Korea had asked you about your skin colour, where you were from blah blah blah

But when you met him, all he talked about was your skating, which would surprise you to the point where you'd ask him if your skin colour didnt freak him out or anything.

Baby would literally go 🥺 and be like "what about your skin? It's gorgeous."

he would be captivated by the way your skin would glow in summers, like diamonds glowing in sunlight.

He would adore the way your skin would stand out in the cold winter snow, like a swan against a backdrop of the sea.

He would definetly try to figure out what shade of contour you use once you two start dating because as any good boyfriend would do, he had to surprise you by restocking your makeup (bf advise courtesy to Sunoo)

"omg baby look this would look so good on you!*

Points to the most hideous shade of contour

You would probably have to give him an entire lesson on what colours suit your skin.

Once he learns about the colour theory of your skin tone, there's no end to it

You'd wake up on your birthday with half your house flooded with dresses, WHICH WOULD SUIT YOUR SKIN TONE PERFECTLY

"Jay helped me pick them out." He would have a toothy grin on his face, as he holds three more bags in his hands.

Would love when you wear more revealing clothes

Loves running his hands all over your body, praising you about how much you shine, especially when he's grinding you into oblivion

Yn.exe has stopped working

He'd be so comforting if you were ever insulted by anyone on your skin tone.

Would probably be more insulted than you

Would also roast the hell out of that person

"just because your skin looks like grated carrots doesn't mean hers has to too."

Sunghoon: 1 Asshole: 0

Probably throw a punch on whoever said it. (Meowing at that)

He would engulf you in his arms as soon as you broke down at home and let you weep out your eyes for as long as you wanted

"baby they're just jealous that they don't have skin as clear as yours."

Probably fuck you into oblivion so as to remind you of how pretty you are

When you'd question him about the punch, he would just shrug and be like

"they shouldn't insult what's mine princess."

I need him so bad right now

[cascadedkiwi]

Come Splash With Me! [Comfortember 2023]

Characters: Ashido Mina and Kirishima Eijiro (Platonic)

Manga/Anime: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia

Genre: Comfort (but more fluff, I think)

Summary: Mina invites Kirishima to splash in the rain with her, just like when they were little.

Word Count: 774

Prompts: Started on 25. Rain with a sprinkle of 6. Sick with (childhood) 26. Friends

Kirishima slowly woke up to the pleasant sound of rain pattering on the roof. His curtain danced with the wind. He checked the time. "Oh, shoot! Mina!" She was supposed to be coming over for them to hang out.

He hopped out of bed, pulling on a tank top and giving his place a quick sweep. It wasn't spotless, but tidy enough for him not to feel self-conscious. He had snacks she liked and drinks in the fridge and even tea and coffee if she wanted something warm instead. 

Carefree laughter pulled his attention to the window. Kirishima peeked outside to see none other than Mina, splashing around in some small puddles in his front yard. She was wearing a clear plastic raincoat and knee-high rainboots, having the time of her life. It reminded him of when they were little, how Mina kick-started their friendship.

(Flashback)

Little Mina pulled on the dark-haired boy, who tumbled after her in his yellow rain boots. "The puddles are fun, you'll see!" 

She did a big jump, sending water droplets out in a circle. “Come splash with me!”

The boy’s pointy teeth showed with his cautious and curious expression as he pulled his hood over his head. Bright red eyes watch the fluffy-haired girl with matching pink skin stomping about with her big grin. Light rain was drizzling all around them, sunlight glistening about and making Mina's front yard sparkle. She had invited him over after school - out of nowhere, to him - and here he found himself. 

“Eijiro, come on!” Mina called out to him from the middle of a small puddle. Her raincoat was buttoned up but her hood was down, though the rain seemed to have no effect on her hair. It was like she didn't feel the rain at all, solely focused on the water gathered at her feet.

He gingerly tapped his foot in a circle of water in front of him on the pathway leading to the house. The water jumped and rippled outwards. A harder tap made a happier sound, and he looked for a bigger puddle. 

One foot, step. Other foot, tap. Splish, plop, splosh, sploosh.

A big smile spread across his face when he jumped into his biggest puddle yet, making water splash more like his new friend’s. “Mina, look!”

Mina splashed her way over, her joy only growing as Eijiro got more comfortable with the activity. “It's fun, right?”

He gave her a big nod. "Really fun! How have I never done this before?" He jumped again.

Mina was upset to see that Eijiro wasn't at school the next day. She went over to his house.

Eijiro’s dad answered. “Hello, Mina. I'm sorry, Eiji can't come out to play today. He's not feeling well.”

“He's sick?” Mina frowned. “What happened to him?”

“Nothing serious, I think he just got a head cold from getting wet yesterday.”

Mina’s eyes widened. “It's my fault…” she sniffled. “I made Eiji come outside with me…”

Mr. Kirishima ruffled her hair lightly. “It's ok, Mina. Don't worry. Tell you what. You can come see him but be very careful. I'll give you a mask.”

Mina nodded as she came in, putting on the mask before coming inside. 

Eijiro was on the couch, covered up to his chin with a blanket. He looked tired but perked up when he saw her. “Mina!”

She ran up, eyes wide and sad. “I'm sorry, Eijiro! I didn't mean to get you sick!”

“You didn't make me sick, Mina.” His voice was a bit weak, softer than normal. “Dad said it's because I got wet in the rain yesterday. I caught a cold…”

Mina patted his forehead, brushing away his bangs. “I like when my mommy does this when I'm sick.”

Eijiro closed his eyes. “It feels really nice.”

“Do you think you can come to school tomorrow?” 

He frowned lightly. “I hope so…”

Mina looked around for a moment. Eijiro’s dad was busy in the kitchen. She pulled her mask down and gave Eijiro a bright smile. “My mommy says if you can smile while you're sick, you’ll get better faster. Can you smile?”

He looked at her for a moment, blinking. He used his fingers to push up the corners of his mouth, giggling when Mina laughed at him. “I'll try to smile lots and lots!”

(End Flashback)

Mina looked up to lock eyes with him through the window, giving a big wave. Her hair was uncovered, just like back then. “Come splash around with me, Riot!”

He laughed, running out the door. “My immune system’s way manlier now, so you won't have to take care of me this time!”

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Could you do a tangerine flufd x femme reader and theyre both sick and laying in bed and js taking care of eachover??!!

hii! this is super cute. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

shared sickness

tangerine x f reader

wc || 431

again, very sorry to those on the tan taglist, my inbox is full of tan

・₊✧ masterlist + taglist

Tangerine returned home from his mission abroad several days ago. Not only had he brought himself back, but he also brought back a lovely sickness bug that he ever so kindly decided to share with you. So for the last few days, you and Tan have been miserably lying together in bed under mountains of covers as you impatiently waited for your cold to pass.

"Can you pass me the tissues," you sniffle, pointing to the box on his side of the bed. "Quick— my nose, it's dripping," you add, speaking nasally. 

"Want me to blow your nose for you?" he lightly chuckles which follows a short coughing fit. "Fuck me," he softly groans, closing his eyes, rubbing over his temples. "Gimme one," he says quietly, snatching a tissue off you.

"I was literally just about to use that one," you heavily exhale, blowing your nose to clear the mucus that had been making it near-impossible to breathe. Your neck snaps to face Tan, a quizzical expression upon your features. "Did you just— did you just throw that tissue on the floor?"

"No," he shakes his head, a boyish grin forming on his lips. 

"That a lie?" you snicker, sitting up with a groan as you peer over to see a pile of crumbled, snotty tissues on the floor by his nightstand. "Yeah, you did," you laugh, cuddling into his side. "I've been doing it too,"

"Well, that's disgusting and so unladylike," Tangerine smirks, hugging you tighter, kissing the crown of your head. 

You and Tan lay like that for a little while, silently snuggled together as you breathed in each other's sickness. Usually, when one of you was sick, the other would look after and care for the other, but considering you were both ill, you had to try to combine your roles. 

You thought you'd start small, sharing a warm bubble bath to cleanse the feeling of being in bed for the last fifty-nine hours. You helped clean each other, taking turns so you didn't overexert yourselves. After you washed and dried, you dressed into some clean loungewear that you both desperately needed. As neither of you had left the bedroom for the last few days, the change of scenery was necessary, so the pair of you sluggishly made your way downstairs to the living room, where you set new camp on the sofa with clean blankets.

For the rest of the afternoon, you and Tangerine sprawled out over the couch as you watched old reruns of shitty gameshows, nasally breathing as you enjoyed the comfort of each other.

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[aguy1212]

FLUFD

parody sword is real!!!!! i'm pretty proud of these references even tho they're sorta plain. there's a version focused on sword's body too but i'm putting that under the cut in case ur uncool with seeing him with just rubber ducky shorts. as i said on sword's account, don't be weird about it, k?

[edensrose]

Foxx. Fooooooxx. I have crawled out of my warm place to request a drabble or a oneshot, whatever works for you 👁

Could I maybe perhaps request a fluff drabble with Mizuki where the reader is trying to paint him? Just, stupid fluff where they're giggling like idiots because he won't stay still because he's Mizuki and has too much energy? 👁👁

Have a great day/night love and make sure to eat properly, drink water and take breaks. Make sure to prioritise your own wellbeing too. Also sleep. That's also important. Make sure to sleep too. Take care dude 💜✨

anything for you spoops bby! thanks so much, I hope you're taking care of yourself too 💞

ৎ୭ — summary : mizuki tries his utmost hardest to stay still whilst his s/o paints him, however, it proves to be more difficult than he thought

ৎ୭ — type : one-shot

ৎ୭ — genre : fluff

ৎ୭ — warnings : none

ৎ୭ — word count : 856

//tag list : @a-chaotic-dumbass @rurifangirl

“Mizuki!’’

“Hey! I didn’t even do anything this time!’’

You have to bite back a laugh as you spare a glance towards your grinning boyfriend who sits upon his futon. He knew exactly what he was doing - and yet he dared to give you those innocent eyes? The little snake.

“Uhuh, you’ve said that the last three times.’’ Unable to fight back the smile, you pick up your detailing brush to make a quick fix due to his sudden, uncalculated movement. “Well, I’ve meant it all three times!’’ Allowing himself to ease, Mizuki lets his shoulders relax once again. “Alright, alright. I won’t move again.’’ “Are you sure?” You peep at him from the canvas, shooting him a playful glare.

“Yes, yes I’m sure! Now paint me like one of your Tanuki girls!’’

That alone made you toss your head back in laughter before you could even stop yourself. “Quit it!’’ You manage after a fit of joy. “At this rate, I’ll never finish the piece if you keep being like that.’’ “Being like what? The love of your life?” “Mizuki.’’ A smile graces your lips as you give him another ‘warning’ look before you promptly return to your painting.

It appeared that the snake had settled down and distracted himself by staring off to the side of the wall. You’d admit, you knew from the get-go that this wouldn’t be a smooth-sailings session. After all, you had been with Mizuki long enough to know just how hyper he could be. In fact, it was one of the many things you loved about it. That didn’t mean that it made your job any easier, but at the same time - he was making this quite enjoyable.

Growing accustomed to the quiet once more, you instead allow your gaze to focus back onto the canvas - every so often glancing at your muse. You couldn’t help the small pink that had found its way across your cheeks - Mizuki was stunning, after all. However, it was only when you sat down and truly got to concentrate on him in such a way, were you able to appreciate his good looks. His gleeful eyes that shimmered like that of emeralds, his snow-white locks that perfectly framed his face and his pale skin, like that of porcelain. Every detail, every indent, every aspect - you tried to capture it all within this one painting.

If anything. . . This was an act of love.

You had become so lost in your world of thoughts and brush strokes that you were completely caught off guard when a sudden pop echoed throughout the room. With a few blinks, you theorise that perhaps you had just heard wrong. Pop.

Nope, you definitely heard right.

You pry your eyes away from the painting for the umpteenth time to face the shikigami who now began making the ‘popping’ noise with his lips. *Wow, he really couldn’t sit still - could he?* “Mizuki,’’ you call. “Huh?” At this point, it appeared as though he was subconsciously allowing himself to do such things. With a giggle, you shake your head. “Is it that hard for you to sit still?’’

“Hey! I’m trying you know,’’ playfully, he pouts. “Lucky you, you get to paint and have fun! I’m sitting here doing nothing ~” He whines, although you knew he was merely pulling your leg. If this was too much for him, he wouldn’t have agreed in the first place and would most likely have requested you stop by now. “Uhuh, well I guess I am having fun. I get to paint my beautiful boyfriend.’’

“Aww shucks, you’re going to make me go all red!’’ The snake exclaims in over-exaggeration as he brings his hand up to his cheek, only to quickly put it back in its original place before you notice. “Uhuh,’’ you coo. “Well, it is my job.’’ Once again, you allow yourself to get sucked into the world of colour and technique, you were determined to finish this piece today so that you could impress your loving boyfriend. Yet once again, you’re dragged out of your little artist zone once a newfound humming meets your ears. Now he was swaying.

“Mizuki!’’

“Whaaaaat?!”

You both release a laugh as you finally place the paintbrush down and rise from your chair. “You know, Mister. You are a very difficult muse.’’ Kneeling onto his futon, you place your hands on his shoulders. In an instant, his hands find your wrists in a gentle hold. “I’m trying my best. It’s difficult to sit still and just stare at you, you know.’’ He murmurs, leaning his head in and nuzzling against yours. “You’d make me all flustered if I were to do that.’’

Your cheeks burn with a blush before a giggle leaves your lips. “Oh Mizuki,’’ you sigh, leaning in to give him a small peck. “Never change.’’ All you receive is a small pout before he pulls you forward.

“No fair, I think I deserve waaaayyy more than just a little peck, as a reward for being your muse!’’ With a playful roll of your eyes, you lean in: granting his request and showering him with kisses.

[imacrowcawcaw]

Banner and idea from @ao3commentoftheday 's post. I figured why fucking not post something? Maybe I'll get inspired. Plus, cool banner for my rockin fan fiction!!!

So, here are the tags and some piecemealed exerpts from a GvF high school fic I'm working on. Don't know when it will be done but I'm quite happy with it so far!

Title: Pink Rubber Bands

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner (Sanny)

Characters: Sam Kiszka, Danny Wagner, Jake Kiszka, Josh Kiszka, Kiszka and Wagner clan, Original Characters (including a snarky narrator, a punk ass bully, the stereotypical awful high school teacher, and some other students)

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet (band)

Length so far: 2.6k

Goal length: 10k

Tags/warnings: fluff, humor, minor angst, Alternate Universe - High School, Greta Van Teens, tw for homophobia, tw for violence (homophobes getting their asses beat), smart ass Sam Kiszka, drama geek Josh, softie bad boy Jake, boyfriend of the year Danny, coming out, high school cliches, happy ending (as always), music, me being a music nerd through the characters in general, strong friendships, sp*rts, high school drama

Summary: Sam and Danny are best friends, closer than your usual pair. How close? Kissing close, as discovered by a cheerleader with a phone, and then the whole school in a frenzy of small-town gossip. Whoops. Adding being "the" gay couple to their list of extracurriculars wasn't exactly on their class request list, but were they going to do? Taking the newly gained attention in stride - mostly - Sam and Danny continue to navigate through their year as highschoolers and as budding rcok stars. All from the perspective of a casual class friend who suddenly gets thrown into the chaotic world of Greta Van Fleet in their teens, whether she wants new friends or not.

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I snickered quietly behind my hand, looking back and forth between the teacher and Sam from my seat in the back, like the rest of the class. Danny Wagner, right next to him, sunk back in his seat and practically disappeared among the tension between his best friend and the teacher -- something he seemed to be good at. Kiszka was in kind of a mood today, I could tell, and he never got along well with Mr. Rond anyways.

My personal theory was that Sam was way smarter, and he refused to bow down when Mr. Rond pulled out the teacher voice, which 40-something-with-a-mortage-and-a-half-assed-Bachelor's thought was just not okay.

Oh, and those two - Sam and Danny - seemed to be connected at the hip, like they were the twins and not Sam's older brothers. Where there was one, you could almost always find the other right next to him; and, if not together, then they always knew where the other was. Maybe they took offence at it being called out? But it was certainly handy whenever I needed to copy a few homework questions before class began. With Danny's height and Sam's laugh, I could always find the boy I needed. 

Mr. Rond continued lecturing after the door banged shut behind Sam, droning on about one of the fifty million trading tariffs the U.S. had made during its history. Now, don't get me wrong, I love history and find it very fascinating as well as knowing it's importance... "Those who do not know history are doomed to repeat it" or something like that. But, this class had a way of sucking all the enthusiasm right out of otherwise interesting subjects that I haven't seen in any other classroom before. Maybe Mr. Rond was a vortex of boring or something (it sounded about right).

Walking to the next hall over after class, I swung my backpack to the front and rooted around in the small front pocket, looking for my ear buds. Damn! I must have forgotten them at home. So, I guess now I get to listen to the riveting discussions of my classmates talking about sneaking out, losing highlighters, and the new season of whatever Netflix thing. 

Oh, the joy. 

I then found Wagner - and Sam with him, of course - backed up against the row of army green lockers on the right side of the hall by the group of guys, scowling fiercely. The unamed-douchebag-supreme was on a homophobic tirade at the front, berating this attribute and spitting at that person and it was all a mess, especially Sam's face. No, he wasn't beat up or anything, but the rapid slideshow of expressions projecting on it was enough to give me emotional whiplash just looking at him for a second.

It sounded like someone may have had some repressed homoerotic tendencies and was feeling insecure in the face of the glorious Kiszka/Wagner hair (I am seriously jealous of both of their manes, by the way. Like, how did they get it that luscious?)

And then, as one collective, our heads all swung around to face the whistle that undoubtedly belonged to some school faculty member. 

Mr. Rond.

It was motherfucking Mr. Rond, with a finger still in his mouth like he was a dog who had eaten the homework he had passed out yesterday. 

At least five of us mumbled "Shit!" 

We all trooped into the office. The secretary waved back at me, albeit confusedly, when I smiled politely at her; I was in here every now and then for one thing or another, so most of the staff knew my face. Though, it was usually more for late slips and the copy machine, so I guess her confusion as to why I was being marched to the principal's office was understandable. 

Sam and Danny were practically cuddling on the bench next to me, by the way. Kiszka got up to get a cup of water then sat back down on thw vreaking leather. His best friend leaned his forehead against Sam's, closing his eyes and smiling a little when Sam pressed a gentle kiss to the back of his hand and whispered, "My hero." 

A door opened.

"This is the third time you've been in here today, Sam. I am NOT happy to see you.”

[jistays]

young and free

winter had come - december to be exact. blaring, yellow lights from shops were replaced with bright, multicoloured fairy lights. the nearing christmas spirit was blatantly obvious to you, as you were slumping down the damp streets, on your way back to your dorm room.

It had been a long day of lectures and all you wanted to do was crash and burn on your bed and never wake up. you desired the warmth that radiated from your bed. but alas, you were tired and hungry. at this point, around 200 miles away from your bed (you had calculated during this long, hard trek), you were convinced the world was out to torture you - you were probably a serial killer in your past life and this was your punishment.

finally, after countless dramatic ventures in your imagination, you were faced with the unpleasant shade of brown that coated your front door. nevertheless, you were relieved. the hunger lurking in your stomach grew and grew as you made your way to the kitchen. bold of your stomach to assume you had food. In the multiple cupboards lining your room, only one, solitary blue box of cereal stood.

it was a limited edition frozen 2 box and you treasured it a lot. the box was your only source of happiness (and energy). to your dismay, you had no milk. no milk. milk was an absolute essential, how could you have no milk? this was more disappointing than your grades. you had no other choice but to text your best friend, partner in crime hwang hyunjin.

you

[2:03] i need milk

jinnie

[2:03] girl its 2 am whY TF WOULD YOU NEED COW JUICE

you

[2:04] you didn’t have to reply did you,,, n e ways why are you awake

jinnie

[2:04] kdramas

you

[2:04] so can u come over,,,, possibly with the blessed cereal dressing

jinnie

[2:05] omw but you owe me !!!!!!!!!!!!

you smiled to yourself. hyunjin was always there to help. you were eternally grateful for the tall dancer. hyunjin had been your best friend for the majority of your school years. he followed you around school like a lost puppy, playing imessage games with you in class and cracking jokes from the other side of the classroom. he could relax around you.

his charms meant that he was popular with boys and girls alike. the opposite to you. he couldn’t help chatting up every human he talked to. and so his life was a constant bustle. everyone had expectations - whether it be girls expecting him to be their perfect boyfriend or teachers telling him he could go to one of the top universities if he just took one extra step in his learning.

nonetheless, he approached you, wellies in his small palms asking if you wanted to play in the mud. despite all of this, he still refused to see frozen 2 with you. it was a week after the movie had released, the spoiler ban would be lifted soon. he wouldn’t even give in to seeing it on a solemn tuesday midnight. you concluded that hwang hyunjin just had no taste.

as if a whole era had passed, you heard the boy stumble in through your front door. “I’m sleeping here tonight, outside is a whole mess - anyways here’s your milk” hyunjin fished out a gallon of fresh milk from his backpack, shoving it in your face. at long last, you could taste the strawberry rice krispies melt on your tongue. you squealed in glee. “ok shut up I need to get my beauty sleep” you heard a grumble as your best friend situated himself on your sofa. “you don’t even know pain” you quipped back. and at that point, you made sure to crunch as loud as you could.

“are you DONE” a voice escalated from the flinging pile of blankets on the sofa in front of you. “do you want to watch frozen 2?” you asked in a sing song. “its 4 in the morning” hyunjin deadpanned. “good so no-one will be there!” You grabbed your bag and his hand. he had no choice but to smile softly and join you in your late night escapades to watch the long awaited children movie.

[goldenavenger02]

Irondad Bingo 15: Trope: Cuddles

"Hey, Pete." Tony greeted when Peter came in, but was off put by his lack of energy. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, long day." The teenager sighed, rubbing a hand over his eyes. "Flash was being extra dickish today."

"You should report that kid."

"You and May both think that. His parents are too rich for them to give a shit about disciplining him."

"Wow, you're swearing a lot. It really must've been a bad day." The older of the two sighed, before suggesting. "Do you wanna get some food? Watch a movie? You could use a break."

"Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks, Mr. Stark." Peter smiled before plopping down on the couch and started to go through the movie selection.

Tony put in a order for Taco Bell, knowing it was Peter's favorite fast food, before coming over to the couch, telling Peter to move his feet before sitting on the couch.

"So, what are we gonna watch?" Tony asked, looking at the movies displayed on screen. "Something good or another kid's movie?"

"You can't tell me that Emperor's New Groove was not good. It's the most underrated Disney movie." Peter argued, before finally clicking on Coco.

"And it's another kid's movie."

"Don't disrespect this movie like that. You will cry." Peter told him, leaning against Tony's chest after adjusting the volume. "It's the best Pixar movie next to Toy Story."

Tony rolled his eyes, but wrapped his arm around the teen anyway and relaxed against the couch while watching the movie, listening as Peter sang under his breath.

"Remember me, though I have to say goodbye. Remember me, don't let it make you cry. For even if I'm far away, I hold you in my heart. I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart."

But before he could continue, there was a ring at the door, and Peter sat up, clearly excited and hungry.

"I'll go get the food, keep watching the movie." He insisted, going down the stairs while Tony continued to watch the movie play out.

Peter came back five minutes later with the Taco Bell and sat back down on the couch, chewing one quietly, fully immersed in the movie. And once he finished eating, he laid back on Tony's chest, and moved closer, feeling his eyes shut.

It took Tony another five minutes to figure out that Peter had fallen asleep, and so he pulled him closer and cuddled him close, noticing now that he had a large bruise above his left eyebrow and that's what he must have meant when he said that the Flash kid was being worse to him.

But, they could talk later, and he held the teen gently as the movie continued to play.

[thequeenofshebasays]

Quick Christmas Fic for you all! Merry Christmas!

[wonfilms]

TXT WHEN YOU REACT TO THEIR BABY PICTURES (🌞)

a/n : i giggled making this i will not lie

includes : ot5! x gn reader

[toji-bunny-girl]

Ugly crying at the thought of Toji, your sweetest husband that loves you like how the stars loves sky. You know he’s not wealthy in the slightest, struggles with his gambling addictions and the years of abuse in his previous household moulded him into the antagonised character he is today—who kills for a pay without batting an eye.

You’re not there, by his side, trying to change him nor warm his bed; god, never latter. You’re simply there, by his side, breathing and smiling, letting him know he’s not alone in this world that seemed to have it against him.

Anyone with sight could see the stark difference between the two of you, pointing it out, whispering behind palms and hiding judges behind the short quirk of eyebrows. And Toji knows. He knows it the most; spent countless nights absorbed in how both of you belongs in two divergent worlds.

An innocent and a reaper, defying the order of the world.

But Toji didn’t care in the slightest, not when the neighbours shoot him glares that swirled in both fear and disgust when you’re waiting behind the door, always welcoming him into your arms despite the smell of blood in his hair. And surely, you didn’t give in to your nosy colleagues, telling you how you should look for another man that doesn’t come back home for a month in the name of ‘business’ they have no clue about.

All did not matter, only the moments the two of you share do. Like when his tall frame stood behind yours, hunching over the kitchen counter and helping you with dinner; his musky scent filling your nose and body enveloping you in warmth. Or when you get into petty arguments about the who was supposed to hang the laundry for the week, which would often end up in childish games to determine the loser who would be tasked with the chore.

These moments matter, because they fill your chest with such comfortable load and they only fuel Toji to work for the better just for the sake of you living a better life—as best as he could provide.

Because no other thing matters, except for you, the sky to his stars.