#fluff tag

[castielscaplan]

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[lvl100hummuswarrior]

I think betty has been self conscious about her hair since she was like 10 and simon is consistently annoying about how pretty her hair is

[askapossessedfarmboy]

I know a lot of heavy stuff is happening right now for you both, but is there anything that makes you both smile?

"They are interesting young men... even if Nora will sometimes chase them off for asking too many questions."

[therealmylesmorales]

Are you accepting requests? If so, how about Lara coming home after a long expedition (thankfully unharmed) to Reader who's crying for her in her sleep? Idk some sort of hurt/comfort fluff stuff? Don't ask me how my brain works I'm sorry 😭

- 🔗

Warnings: mentions of injuries. Little to no hurt, mostly comfort

Notes: Hurt/Comfort >>> everything else

The halls of the manor were dark and quiet, the only source of light being the few lit candles and the shine of the moon coming in through the large windows. Her bedroom however, was a different story.

It was far from quiet; your favorite show was playing on the TV, but low enough to where it was a soft whisper. Lara could make out your body under the mountain of covers and she couldn’t help but smile at your sleeping form.

When she moved to take off her shoes, she paused when she took a closer look at your face. Lara could see the marks of dried up tears and the puffiness of your eyes.

She carefully crawled into bed next to you, raising her hand to softly caress your cheek. You squirmed at the feeling of her touch, always being a light sleeper, and opened your bleary eyes to the sight of Lara staring at you worriedly.

”When did you get home?” You asked, voice thick with sleep.

”A second ago,” she answered. “Why were you crying, my love?”

You were quiet at first but you knew Lara wouldn’t rest unless you talked to her. “Just…stressed, really. I got so overwhelmed at the clinic today, and my boss kept snapping at me for little shit—I just couldn’t handle it.”

Lara moved to press her lips on the crease between your brows. “You know, I could buy you your own building. That way you won’t have to deal with him anymore.”

You released a soft laugh. “I know, but I do enjoy working there. Today, everything just came crashing down. It doesn’t help that I haven’t heard from you in two weeks.”

Lara had the decency to look guilty. “Yeah, the Arctic doesn’t have the best reception, I’m sorry. But, I’m here now, my love.”

“Not completely unscathed,” you pointed out. Your finger lightly skimmed over a cut over her eyebrow; healed but still slightly red. “Any other injuries I should know about?”

”Nothing else I promise.” She caught your hand to press a light kiss to the back of it. Lara cuddled in closer to you, maneuvering until her chest was pressed against your back. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Over the last six weeks, you’ve gotten used to sleeping alone. But with the feeling of Lara’s arms wrapped tightly around you, you felt more at peace than ever.

[lixiluvs]

Idk what to write about send help

[f1uckinghell]

Very late but a cute little promp: Jasper finding out Mama's name is Max, not mama - He'd be so shook 😳

To be fair, that little guy has a lot of names and endearments to remember.

Jasper is about 3 and in daycare where they talk about their families, put up pictures etc. Jasper's picture is huge and crowded of course, because he has a biiiig family and pack, and of course he wanted to put everyone in the photo collage, including all pets (they narrowly stopped him at 'all the farm animals'). And sometimes when the teachers look at the collage with him, they go over all the names; tbh they're all impressed by how many people Jassy can memorize.

One day, Max gets sent a video from daycare during the day. The camera is focused on Jasper, his laminated collage of photos spread out in front of him, pudgy fingers pointing.

"...and who's this, Jasper?" the teacher asks off-screen.

"Daddy," Jasper says with a serious expression, pointing to Daniel's face.

"And do you know Daddy's grown-up name?"

Jasper gives a business-like nod. "Daniel!"

"Very good."

"Yeah." Jasper pauses for a moment, letting out a little noise that indicates he's thinking, "There's Mama."

Max's heart warms up fondly when Jasper's little fingers gently stroke his face on the picture.

"Yeah, that's your mama," the teacher confirms. "And what's mama's grown-up name, do you know that?"

Jasper looks up at her, and the sheer bewilderment in his eyes makes Max laugh.

"What's mama's name, Jassy?" the teacher prompts once more.

"Mama!" Jasper says, like it's obvious.

"No, mama's grown-up name. Do you know what Daddy calls Mama?"

Oh god, Max thinks, shaking with laughter now.

Jasper's face lights up. "Maxy!"

Could be worse, Max thinks. Daniel has a lot of much more inappropriate petnames for him after all.

"Yes!" the teacher says, barely concealing her laughter, "That's because Mama's name is Max."

Jasper looks at her and Max can practically hear the gears turning in his head. Poor little guy.

The video cuts off when Jasper looks back at the photo, apparently not entirely convinced his teacher is telling the truth.

He had a big realization today, the video caption says, a laughing emote attached.

Seems like it, Max thinks, and forwards the video to the pack group chat.

[thewritersaddictions]

Drabble Series: Zodiac Dating Series

Starting: (Coming Soon)

Summary: Each pairing is born within the month of that zodiac. From fake dating to right person/wrong time.

Warnings: Warnings will be posted on each fic for this series as the warnings will be different depending on each post. (Fluff/Smut/Angst)

A/n: @ firefly-graphics for the dividers.

Word Count:

Series Master List

Aquarius ♒️: Wanda Maximoff + unexcepted Love

Leo ♌️: Leon S. Kennedy + Fake Dating

Pisces ♓️: Robin Buckley + soulmates

Cancer ♋️: Stever Rogers + Love at first sight

Gemini ♊️: Damon Salvatore + Secret Dating

Sagittarius ♐️: Scarlett Johansson + friends to lovers

Libra ♎️: Joel Miller + love trianlge

Virgo ♍️: Andrew Lincoln + academic rivals

Capricorn ♑️: Norman Reed's + grumpy x sunshine

Aries ♈️: Pedro Pascal + enemies to lovers

Scorpio ♏️: Aaron Hotchner + forbidden love

Taurus : Ellie Williams + Right person/Wrong Time

Posted on (09/12/24) - (Coming Soon)

Complete on: (Coming Soon)

[color-ns]

Sometimes tweeter people know their stuff- this is the right kind of toxic angst I want to read.

[fromdove]

seeing my man with his canonical love interest 💔💔💔💔

[k1tk4ttt]

when you just finished one of the most beautiful fics ever written and you see that the author has a masterlist full of other fics

[lvl100hummuswarrior]

kissers

[jiimeniita]

[askapossessedfarmboy]

"I didn't even have any dreams... that was nice."

[lixiluvs]

Just imagine cuddling with bangchan I would die in that moment 😭 like please I need your hugs irl

[f1uckinghell]

Max is cleaning out the house and finds his old school uniform, he puts it on as a bit of joke thinking maybe the alphas would get a kick out of it or something. He totally doesn't expect Charles being all over him, the uniform reminding him of all the firsts of Max's he took 🥵

(old ask, this is not exactly what you wanted but hey) this accidentally became a full oneshot, enjoy!

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Max is cleaning out the attic, and he finds a box of old clothes and takes them down to go through it, half to laugh about them, half for the nostalgia, and also because maybe Riley might like one or two of them.

There is tons of stuff that kind of makes him a little sad when he looks at them. Shirts in drab colors, cheap jeans he never liked wearing, formless sweaters to hide his figure.

„Mama, most of these are so…sad.“ Riley holds up a very ugly grey-striped knit jumper.

„Yeah… I was sad while wearing them.“ Max watches Riley toss it onto the donate-pile.

There is a divide in this box, though, between before and after- before, those are the colorless clothes, the ones that scream depression. After, they get more colorful. There is a t-shirt Charles made for him, it’s tie-dye with „bestie“ written on the chest.

„I like this one,“ Riley smiles, holding it up to his own body. Max was older than him when he wore it, so it still looks too big, but he’ll grow into it.

„What’s this?“ Riley pulls out a piece of fabric, and Max’s heart stops for a second. Riley holds it up, and the ugly, mid-length skirt unfolds „I thought you never wore skirts when you were younger!“

Max shudders at the memory of sitting in a restaurant wearing it, his father talking about him like he’s not there, alphas commenting on his figure and cooking skills like he’s a doll, Daniil sitting there not talking to him.

„I didn’t.“ He grabs it from Riley’s hand and tosses it onto the landfill-pile. Riley follows it with his eyes. „My father made me wear it once.“

He has a policy of not lying to his pups about feelings and his past, and Riley is old enough to understand. Immediately, his eyebrows furrow. „Well, fuck it then.“

It makes Max smile, the swear word included.

„Ohh, look!“ Riley reaches and pulls out something else.

It’s Max’s school uniform, a white button down, a fine wool-knit jumper, the pleated skirt. Riley coos at it. „That’s so vintage, I love it!“

Max snorts. „Vintage?“

It’s the last uniform he had for school, much too big for Riley. A flood of memories overcomes Max as Riley runs his fingers over the pleated skirt. „That must have looked so cute on you.“

„It did,“ Charles says from the doorway. He must have sneaked up on them, distracted as they.

„Maman, look!“ Riley beams, „Did you have one like this too?“

„Yeah, of course.“ Charles saunters over to them, his hand landing warmly on Max’s shoulder. „But I used to roll up the waistband so it looked shorter.“

That makes Riley giggle.

„I didn’t do that,“ Max tells him, „And neither should you.“ Although he knows Riley would never. He reminds Max of himself like that.

„Actually,“ Charles hums, „I think I still have my cheerleader uniform. I think it’s in the depths of my closet somewhere.“ As intentioned, Riley’s eyes light up immediately. „Can I go look for it?“

„Yeah! It should be on a hanger.“

Riley dashes off, leaving the two of them alone. Charles sinks down to the floor next to Max and surprises him with a kiss. Max purrs into it. He knows Charles is up to something, especially when he half-climbs into Max’s lap to straddle him.

„You should put it on,“ he purrs, kissing Max’s neck.

„What?“ It comes out squeakier than expected. When Max realizes Charles is referring to the school uniform, he shakes his head violently. „It won’t fit!“

„It will!“ Charles pulls away, looking at him with a glint in his eyes. „…please?“

„Why?“ Max asks, mildly bewildered by the intensity of this request. Slow heat is rising in the bottom of his stomach as Charles is grinding down on him. He wraps his arms around him and holds on to his thighs, squeezing lightly.

„Because…,“ Charles trails his fingertips up Max’s shoulders, „That’s what you were wearing for most of our first times.“

Max feels himself blush. „Oh!“

„Yeah… I still have very fond memories of fingering you under that skirt,“ Charles purrs with a smirk, his fingertips now running along the neckline of Max’s shirt. „…and of unbuttoning that shirt.“

Max is too stunned to speak, so he just tips his head up in an offer for a kiss. Charles takes the offer. It’s true, there were many, many times when they made out while Max was wearing this outfit. There are lots of memories attached to it; not many of them have to do with actual school.

They make out for a moment, right until there are footsteps on the staircase. Charles lets out a little groan and slowly slides off of Max’s lap, giving him a heated grin. Max also feels slightly out of breath.

Riley barges in, Charles’ old red and white cheerleading uniform in hand. „I found it!“

„Great!“ Charles rises to his feet. „I could try it on, see if it still fits me.“ He gives Max a wink, then tells Riley, „Your papa must have a matching alpha one somewhere.“ He holds the skirt up to his hips, and Max has to look away so he doesn’t blush even harder.

„You could have a Highschool dress-up party!“ Riley suggests innocently.

Charles gives Max a smirk and wiggles his hips, making the pleated skirt swing back and forth. „Yeah, maybe we should.“

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Dog Tags

Summary: Bucky Barnes x fe!Reader -> Bucky is looking for his Dog Tags, and you just so happen to have them.

Disclaimer: Mostly fluff and fun, kinda enemies/rivals to lovers vibes, open ended kinda, reader is mentioned to own a knife. Not Proof Read.

Bucky had been looking for them for weeks. 

His dog tags. His identity. His attachment to a life long forgotten. 

They’d been with him on his last mission; he was sure of it. He remembered clasping them in his hand before laying them under his uniform. And he never took them off unless…did he? 

“Buck. You’ve already looked in here. Twice.”

Sam’s eyes tracked Bucky around the room as if he was the madman’s doctor. Bucky wasn’t paying attention and nearly ran into Sam’s legs that were resting on the coffee table. 

“Dude.”

“They’ve got to be here,” Bucky kept muttering to himself. “They have to be.”

“Buck, I will get you a new set.”

Bucky shook his head. “I don’t want another set.”

Sam stood with a sigh, placing his bookmark in his book. “For all we know, they’ve been trampled into the mud on our last mission.”

“I would have noticed them. I never saw them.”

Sam watched as Bucky looked in every cupboard in the kitchen. He sighed, again. “Have you asked Y/n?”

Bucky scowled. “She doesn’t have them.”

“And you know this because…”

“I’ve already checked.”

Sam watched Bucky. “Did you ask? You know, before you ransacked her room.”

“I didn’t ransack her room.”

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on between you two recently. It’s like you’ve gone from agreed silence to sworn enemies, but maybe you should just ask her. She might know.”

“I’ll ask Wanda.”

“Y/n’s better.”

Bucky looked over his shoulder to Sam as he opened another cupboard. “But Wanda is my friend.”

Sam sighed before walking into the kitchen and shutting every door Bucky had left open. 

“Buck-“

“I’m gonna look outside.”

“Bucky!”

He wasn’t listening. But you were. 

“You know, all he’s gotta do is ask.”

Sam looked over his shoulder at you as you leaned by the main entrance. Bucky had left through the back. 

“Do you know where they are?”

You tried to hide your smile and shrugged. “I might do.”

Sam turned around. “Y/n.”

You gave in and walked inside. “Oh, come on, Sam. He kept my knife from me for, like, three months.”

That had been true. It was your favourite one. You’d lost it after being pulled away by Yelena for some ‘Kate Bishop’ emergency. Bucky had found it in the training room and kept it from you for three months. 

It wasn’t until you were both on a mission that you saw him flip it through his fingers before using it. He’d just chuckled when you called him an Ass. 

“Gotta be more careful next time, doll.”

You could have punched him in the face. 

So, when you found his dog tags on the ground, you made a decision. 

Originally, you were going to give them to him. But when you pulled your knife from your holster back on the jet, you were reminded of what he’d done. 

It was simply payback. 

“You know, he’s not gonna be happy when he finds out.”

You shrugged. “S’only fair.”

“Where are you even keeping them? He probably turned your entire room upside down.”

You nodded, “Oh, he did. But he’s never gonna find them.”

From under your clothes, you pulled out the military issued dog tags. Embossed on the metal was Bucky’s name, birthdate and blood type. On the second was his regiment. 

Sam gave you a slightly judgmental look but you could see the pride he was trying to hide. 

“You’ve gotta tell him eventually.”

“You’re not gonna tell him?”

Sam shrugged as he passed you and picked up his book. “I knew he had your knife. I didn’t help you, I’m not helping him.”

You gave a small gasp, “I knew it!”

Sam just laughed his way down the hallway. 

Meanwhile, you looked back at the dog tags with a light smile, your thumb brushing over his name. 

You’d give them back soon. But a little just desserts would do no harm to the super annoying, massive pain in the ass, super soldier. 

Bucky looked for two more weeks. His dog tags were lost forever. He had a feeling Sam know something since he’d suddenly changed his tune on issuing him some fresh dog tags. 

“Just hold out. Maybe they’ll show.”

“Who told you that?”

Sam shrugged, “I went to a psychic.”

Bucky rolled his eyes before trudging over and sitting beside his friend. He’d hold out for one more week, then he was gonna issue them himself. 

You could feel Bucky’s eyes still on you. He was practically searing a hole into the side of your face. 

He’d been like that for three days. Watching you. Staring. 

“You know something,” he said when he finally cornered you. 

You acted as if you didn’t know what he was talking about. “I know nothing.”

“Where are they?”

“Where are what?”

“Stop acting dumb,” Bucky told you. 

“Ever considered I’m not acting, Barnes.”

Bucky chuckled a little. “Every day.”

You walked into that one. 

“But I know there’s a small part of you that’s a lot smarter than you’re letting on. So, I’ll ask again. Where are they?”

“Please.”

Bucky leaned back a little. “What?”

You clasped your hands behind your back and leaned forward a little, practically bouncing on your feet. “Where are they, please?”

Bucky stared at you before groaning. “Where are they…please?”

You stood tall and shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Quit lying.”

“I’m not lying.”

Bucky sighed. “Do you really enjoy this?”

“Enjoy what, Bucky?”

You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. “You’ve been nothing but a thorn in my side from day one.”

Your gaze hardened on him as you stepped closer. “And you’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass. Look, don’t you think if I’d taken them, I’d have kept them safe? Safer than being hidden in my room? I know what they mean to you, Bucky.” 

You stepped back before you could let your mind wander to places further than just standing inches from Bucky in an empty hallway. 

“Kinda like my knife.”

Before you disappeared down the corridor, that last sentence only added fuel to Bucky’s fire. You had them. They were safe. But if they weren’t in your room, where the hell were they? 

It took him ten days to realise. And when he finally did, he hadn’t been thinking about them.

It had been just before he closed his eyes. It hit him. The safest place from him, was you. They’d been on your person the whole time. They had to be. 

And, despite the clock beside his bed telling him it was almost 23:00, he knew where you’d be. 

You hadn’t been sleeping much for the last few months. He knew because of how tired you seemed to move. A little slower, a little more distant. 

Zipping up his grey jacket, he padded his way down towards the training room. 

You hadn’t spotted Bucky standing against the wall, grey sweatshirt, white tee and darker pajama pants. If you had, you would have made some kind of comment about wearing plaid in Spring. 

“I figured it out,” Bucky called out calmly as he watched you. 

You ducked your head as if you’d just avoided a bullet. “What the- James.” You gave a huff. “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

Bucky just smiled casually and pushed himself from the wall. “I figured it out.”

“Figured what out?” You asked, a little breathless. You’d been in the training room, alone, for the last two hours. 

“Where you’ve been keeping my dog tags.”

“Really? Who says I have them?”

“You and I both know you’ve had them since the beginning.”

You just watched him, studied him. A slight smirk broke out on your face. “I don’t know who took them, Buck. But I’d say it’s Just Desserts, wouldn’t you?”

“For stealing your knife?”

You nodded. “I’d say so, yeah.”

“Wanna know how I figured it out?”

“I’m sure you’re gonna tell me anyway.”

Bucky shrugged. “You knew I’d find out it was you. But you also know I avoid you as much as I can. And I know you’ve done the same with me. That’s how I kept hold of your knife for so long.”

That much was true. It was just safer to avoid each other than it was to deal with the potential ramifications of being left alone together longer than ten minutes. 

You let Bucky continue as he walked closer to you. You remained fixed in place, just watching him. He looked so…domestic. Slightly bed ridden hair, freshly showered, relaxed. Cosy.

“So, the best place to keep my dog tags safe would be with you, at all times. All day. All night.”

“Really?”

Bucky nodded. “Yeah.”

“And what makes you so sure I have them on me now?”

Bucky took a final step forward and looked you over. His body was in chest from you. 

“May I?”

You nodded, realising where his eyeline had fallen. Silently, his fingers reached out. Ignoring the way his touch felt against your skin, you watched as he pulled his tags from under your shirt. 

He examined them. 

“Found ‘em.”

You looked up at him with a knowing smile. “Seems we have a winner. I must say though, I can see why you get so attached. There’s something…familiar about having them with you all the time.”

Bucky nodded. But he seemed to be thinking. Then he smiled before tucking them back into your shirt. 

You were confused. “Don’t you want them back?”

He nodded. “One day. But, for now, you should keep them safe. They look good on you.”

You looked down, mostly to avoid his blue gaze.

There had been a few moments like this over the last few years. Moments where the ten minutes ran out and it was just you and Bucky, alone, barely inches from each other. All the while, comments passed between you both which made you think that, deep down, you didn’t hate him. 

And that he didn’t hate you. 

Part Two