#fluff requests

[iluvpopgirls]

hi, can i have fluff 3 with sab? tysm

also — can i be ‘🐚’ anon?

passenger princess ♡

sabrina carpenter fluff no. 3 (roadtrip) also — ofc you can!!

Sabrina leans back in the passenger seat, her feet propped up on the dashboard of your white 2003 Volkswagen Beetle. Not the ideal car for a 23 hour drive, but it was fine.

“Again?” You ask, sighing dramatically when she starts to hum along with ‘Here Comes the Sun’ for what feels like the 50th time that morning.

“What?” She protests, an adorable pout on her lips. “It’s a great song!”

And then she reaches to turn it up.

“Sab, we’ve already heard it, like, seven times today!” You swat her hand away, earning a little huff from her.

You take your eyes off the road for a second to look at her, eyebrows furrowed and a cute little frowny face. She looks back at you, giving you that wide-eyed look that always makes you cave.

“Fine, one more time,” You say with an affectionate roll of your eyes. “And then something else, please.”

Her face immediately brightens, and she leans over to press a kiss to your cheek and mumble a little ‘thank you!’

“Mhm,” You sigh, looking back at the road. “Sabrina!” You scold when she starts it over from the beginning.

She laughs and presses another little kiss to your cheek, to sweeten you up a little.

“Sorry, baby, but you were talking for, like, half of it!”

She wasn’t wrong, but you could definitely die happy not hearing the song again.

“Ugh, you’re lucky you’re cute.”

[dollietoffee]

STUDY BUDDIES-Cuddles!

Adorable!!!

ᶻ 𝗓 Cuddle Buddies𐰁

The math textbook sat open between them, equations sprawled across the page. Miles tapped his pencil against the side of the book, eyes glazed over as Y/N worked through the problem, focused .

"Okay, so if you carry the one, then- Miles, are you even listening?"

Her sharp voice snapped him out of his daze. Miles blinked, lips twitching as he fought back a smirk.

"Yeah, yeah, totally," he drawled lazily, tapping his pencil against the book once more, "Carry the... two? Or wait-"

Y/N's sigh cut him off. She was already reaching for the page to point at the problem, but Miles leaned back on his elbows, his head tilting as he watched her. The way her nose scrunched up in concentration, the way her hair fell over her shoulder -it was a better distraction than the math book could ever be.

His grin stretched wider, and before Y/N could scold him again, Miles made his move.

Without warning, his arm slid around her waist, a playful tug pulling them both off balance.

"Hey- Miles!"

Her book tumbled onto the pile of pillows scattered across the floor, and she landed with a soft thud, her body half-sprawled against his.

"Miles Morales," she huffed, giving him an unimpressed glare.

Miles just grinned, unbothered, one brow raised as he stared up at the ceiling like he hadn't just derailed their entire study session.

"Taking a break," he answered, teasing. "C'mon, you can't really expect me to survive a whole hour of math without some kind of reward?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, about to argue further -but the pillows were soft, the afternoon light warm, and the steady rhythm of Miles' breathing in her ear was oddly soothing.

So instead, she let herself sink into the cushions, the tension in her shoulders melting away. Her eyes fluttered shut, and after a beat, she felt it -Miles' quiet, almost surprised shift beside her.

His smirk softened into something more genuine, a small, quiet grin tugging at his lips. He watched her for a moment, taking in her features, the way her lashes rested against her cheeks, the faint rise and fall of her chest.

She didn't move when his arm slipped back around her waist, pulling her a little closer. Didn't flinch when he hesitated, waiting for a protest, and none came.

Instead, she breathed out softly, head tipping ever so slightly into the crook of his neck, her hand resting lightly against his chest.

Miles felt his heart settle in his chest, his muscles easing into the quiet. For the first time in what felt like months -after the chaos of patrols, of keeping his identity a secret, of holding the weight of the city on his back- he felt... okay.

Better than okay.

He took a deep breath, letting it out slow, a small smile ghosting across his lips.

"Thanks," he murmured, barely above a whisper, the words meant more for himself than for her.

And as the world outside kept spinning -louder, messier, and more troubling than ever- Miles stayed still, arms wrapped around her, content in the quiet.

[graysnetwork]

Please write something for Keegan, when he develops feelings for the and how he confesses them (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

"you're too beautiful to not admire"

notes - Sorry for being gone for soo long ya'll i been doin me Warning: nothing except for my no proof reading and prolly a lot of spelling errors

Summary: When Keegan develops feelings for you and how he confesses

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It wasn’t long before Keegan had realized he liked you, when he realized he was thinking about you as he laid around in bed after a tough day; when he smiled as he thought of the joke you made to lighten the mood, he thought for a while before accepting the fact that he did indeed have feelings for you.

His acceptance only made him fall for you more, when he remembered the small smiles you gave him from time to time during the day, when he thought of the laughs you let out when he made a terrible joke. It just made you perfect in his eyes.

When was the last time he fell asleep without thinking of you? He couldn’t remember.

Every night his head was filled with you. And maybe you reciprocated these feelings, he hoped so, he really hoped so.

Maybe the way you stuttered a few times when he came up from behind you was a sign you liked him? Maybe the way you smiled to yourself when he had to walk around you and he put his hands on your hips to get through was a sign?

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Keegan thought about you every hour of the day now, and his teammates realized how much more quiet he was now, he looked like he was in his own world with the way he had a smile plastered on his face and stared at the ceiling.

You walked into the barracks and made Keegans head turn as you flopped dow onto your bed next to his, you made no other movement before groaning. It made keegan let out a chuckle.

"good night y/n?" he smirked and watched as you picked up your head from the bed, "No" you glared at him as you knew he was trying to taunt you. "really? couldn't tell, what happened?" he chuckled again and laid his head back again. "I'm just tired, i haven't gotten a single break" you mumbled into your pillow and kicked your boots off.

"really? not one break? m'sorry" he felt bad now since he was trying to annoy you, "it's okay i just wanna sleep, my feet are killing me" you mumbled and finally turned your head to the side instead of burying your face into the pillows. Keegan smiled as he turned your way and looks into your pretty eyes.

"I bet they are" he whispered as he stared at you. you were already in some shorts, a black tee shirt and ready for bed, so you were ready to fall asleep any. minute now. "mhm" you hummed and closed you eyes, he turned off his lamp and went back to admiring your perfect look.

You pulled up the covers and opened your eyes and noticed keegan was just staring at you, no shame too.

"goodnight keegan" you whispered "goodnight y/n" he whispered back, but you could feel his eyes on you, "go to sleep" you mumbled which made keegan chuckle another time. "no, i like this" he smiled at you as he watched you open your eyes again.

"stop staring" you mumbled again "no" he smiled like an idiot again "you're too beautiful to not admire" he said sweetly, "you think i'm beautiful?" you whispered and smiled sheepishly. "you don't?" he grinned, his compliment made your heart flutter.

"Thank you keegs" you whispered as you felt your cheeks get all warm.

This was the perfect moment for him to tell you how he felt, he was trying to figure out if this was the right time.

"Don't thank me y/n, you're the one who's pretty" he replied. You tucked your head into your pillow as you giggled and got flustered like an idiot. Keegan sat up in his bed and chuckled as he watched you got nervous.

It was the right moment.

"y/n.." he whispered again, "hm?" you asked and turned your head, "I like you, and i don't mean like a friend, i love you, and i don't want anyone else but you" he said quietly and sweetly with a smile, like that sentence was exclusive for your ears to hear, Only your ears.

Your eyes widened a bit at his confession but it made you flustered, but you smiled and sat up and stared at him, "I like you too, and not just as a friend" you admitted and smiled at him.

The two of you sat there for a few moments smiling at each other and blushing before Keegan got up, you were about to follow his movements but he was quick to kiss you and push you back down onto the bed as he held your waist gently.

[fanofthings20]

Favorite Meal Prep

Agatha Harkness x reader (romantic fluff)

Anonymous asked: Heeey! I was wondering if you could write one Agatha Harkness x Reader (romantic relationship) Reader learns to cook Agatha’s favorite meal Fluff <3

You were up before Agatha. You had always been an early riser, so it wasn't surprising to her when she woke up to your side of the empty bed and the smell of coffee brewing. Before she met you, her meals normally consisted of magicking them because it was easier than manually doing it, given her habit of being on the run. You weren’t the most skilled in the kitchen mind you given your past experiences of accidental arson calls. But you could manage the basic quick and easy meals without a fire extinguisher needed on the counter by the stove.

You were busy fixing scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast when she entered the kitchen stopping to leaning against the doorway. Over the last two years, your ability to keep your focus on cooking has improved so there is less risk of any more close calls. But there are still times when she thinks back to the start of this relationship when she could distract you.

It was the first night you had stayed over at her place, you were up before her intending to fix her breakfast before she had to leave for work. She took a shower before going downstairs to join you and purposefully forgot to put anything on under and left the robe untied. She enjoyed getting you flustered and mesmerized. It had been about two months of officially dating when she did this to you. After the one-month mark, she came clean and told you about everything, that she was a witch, had lived through 350 years, her last relationship that had been over for a century, and finally about her son that she had lost.

It took you a little bit of time to fully comprehend how long she had been around for but nothing else phased you. Because you loved her so much that if she had told you she was a felon you still would pick her. It never failed to make her smile and chuckle to this day even two years later when she remembers how flustered you became when you turned around and witnessed her lack of clothing. It still catches her off guard with how much love and admiration you held in your eyes when you saw her then and in the present.

Nicky’s birthday was coming up in about two days. It was always a rough day for her given she was remembering all the good times with him while also mourning his loss. She typically stays in the house all day staring at the room she dedicated to him. You were always super supportive of her around that time even though you couldn’t understand what she was fully going through. Normally you would drop off enough food to get her through the day and stare at your phone to see if she texted or called needing you.

But this year she made it clear to you that she wanted you to stay in the house with her this year. This gave you the idea that you could try to make her favorite meal that she has mentioned those select times she could talk about the happy moments with Nicky. It took an awful lot of research in the local library and some rabbit hole searches on the internet to find as semi-close to the original recipes that she would have used back then to make their favorite meal.

It definitely would have been easier to ask Agatha for a quicker reference in the recipe but there were no possible questions that wouldn’t raise her suspicions and ruin the wholesome surprise.

You had been pulling about two weeks of late nights trying to perfect this surprise for her. On some nights you would use the excuse of having to work late after dinner since you worked from home so you could get back to your kitchen. Other nights you would be staying at her place you would go to bed with her and stay till you were sure she was asleep then sneak out to look on your laptop for recipes and tips.

The last thing you wanted to do was under or over-cook this meal and risk getting her sick. It had taken most of your paycheck, a lot of error trials, and burns on your arms. But two nights before you were going to make it for her you finally felt comfortable in your ability to follow the recipe and that it tasted fully cooked to you which wasn’t saying much since you never had it before.

Agatha’s favorite meal consisted of Thirded Bread, Cod Chowder, Boston Baked Beans, and Red Flannel Hash. Sadly Agatha was called away to help Teen with some magic lesson but it gave you plenty of time to fully prep the meal since it would take a few hours to make each piece. It was always entertaining to see Agatha grumble and sass about Teen but you could tell she only did it because she cared for the kid. Before she left the house she pulled you in for a savory kiss promising she would be back when she could.

You weren’t a witch so everything was manual method. You had stashed all the necessary pots in your car and after waiting fifteen minutes to ensure she wouldn’t come back. It was time to unload the pots and dig the supplies out of Agatha’s fridge which she hardly ever looked in there so that was an easy feat. The meal prep started with the chowder and hash since they were the biggest items with longer cooking times than the bread and beans.

It took roughly six to eight hours of cooking for the food to be ready. Thankfully you managed to make it through cooking without cutting anything besides the food and only some minor burns on your wrist from mishandling one of the pots. It was almost sunset when you managed to have the table set up in the dining room. The kitchen was clean and the pots were stashed in your car. It wasn’t meant to be a romantic setting striving more for a nostalgic and comfy setting to provide what you hoped would be a family-originated meal.

Even though you had never met Nicky, you greatly respected him and what he provided for Agatha even after all these years so this felt like you were trying to bring him in a sense for her. If the bugs weren’t so bad you would have taken her out to the woods in picnic style. Since that couldn’t be done you had almost bought the entire town candle store’s stock and had the main entrance to the dining room covered in candlelight to provide the closest outdoor setting you could.

It was after dark when Teen dropped Agatha back at her house before going home. Agatha wouldn’t openly admit it but she loved the kid and he had grown on her so it was nice to be a mentor to him. She was ready to see you again she would never move on or replace her precious Nicky. But you offered her a safe, caring supportive relationship which is what she desperately needed tonight.

She never expected to see the house dark with a clear pathway light by candles when she opened the door, nor her favorite music lightly playing. She carefully took her jacket and shoes off before following the path into the dining room. It was filled with candle light and a full meal on the table. What really caught her eye was seeing you standing there in a suit/dress with purple roses in your hand.

It amazed her that you did all of this for her, it's not that you haven’t before but she never felt like she deserved such treatment. Before she could get closer you went on a little speech “I know what tomorrow means for you darlin, I thought tonight we could celebrate Nicholas with the classic favorite meal. If I could I’d trade places with him so you could have him back even if I could only manage to give you one night in a heartbeat so you could have the life you both overly deserve.”

Agatha had silent tears running down her face when she glanced at the table to see what the meal consisted of, she had never been the best with emotions. She rushed over to you careful not to squish the roses carefully grabbing your face and kissing you gently trying to show her overwhelming gratitude and love. She carefully stepped back when the need for air arose still gently rubbing her thumb over your cheeks.

You were giving her the full treatment tonight pulling out her chair, filling her plate, and pouring her favorite wine. You were nervous awaiting her reaction to the food. But Agatha loved the entire meal and for the first time since she lost Nicky, she had a great night and time celebrating him. She shared stories of their adventures and that he would probably have loved being around you.

After the meal and clean up was done. Agatha dragged you upstairs for a relaxing bath together before you both ended up in the bed for cuddles and swapping cute family fluff stories.

To the Anonymus requester: I hope you enjoy this, I gave it my best. If you don't like it feel free to tell me. I'm always open to criticism and will gladly rewrite it if wanted.

Thank you to @hannah-0730 & @breadisrawtoast for your takes on what Agatha’s favorite meal might be. I greatly appreciate both of you and your inspiration for finding the video.

The video link below is the meal preference that was chosen for this fic.

[writtenbyan-aries]

I need fluff requests. Pretty much all of my requests have to do with smut and I want some nice cute fluffy prompts or something please! best friend!nick, Matt, Chris, Solby, whatever. I just need. More. Fluff! I love you thank you!

[writings-by-fairy]

Spaghetti and Meatball(s)

Fandom: American Housewife

Pairing(s): Oliver Otto x Cooper Bradford

Words: 3,531

Rating: E

Warnings: none

Summary: Oliver wants to surprise Cooper...what could go wrong?

Requested by: anonymous

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Wednesday, April 18, 8:32AM

The subway cart was packed full, Oliver’s lanky frame was being folded into each other as more and more businessmen boarded the sub. He hugged his bookbag tight against himself. Their large frames taking over Oliver’s personal space which was seemingly nonexistent. That was the one thing he missed about Westport: the space….and the quiet…and how people actually cared…lack of traffic…okay, maybe he misses Westport more than he likes to admit.

“59th Street, Columbus Circle,” the automated subway system rang out. Oliver started pushing his way to the exit, but his attempts were unsuccessful: no one was budging as there was nowhere to go. He just sighed and prayed to the New York City rats that enough people would move.

As the train slowed to a stop, everyone swayed forward and stumbled when it came to a stuttering stop. When he heard the door woosh open and the muttering of the crowd pick up, he tried to go forward but was pushed to the side and everyone rushed in and out. All he could do was watch with despair as the subway door closed and started moving forward: he was late to his internship…again.

Fuck.

The whole way to the next stop, Oliver cursed himself and his choices. As much as he loved the city, it was a survival game. Cooper and him both found schools they love in New York City: Oliver graduated a semester early last December and Cooper was working his way to the top of the culinary world. It was a huge change for both of them, but they faced it together. Cooper’s dad paid for their studio apartment tucked away so that helped relieve so much but as they both started making their own money, they started to pay for half the rent. As much as they loved having their apartment paid for, they wanted to be fully independent. Four years later, everything was still okay.

The subway train sputtered out the next stop and Oliver was ready. This time he pushed forcefully to the door ignoring the grunts and hateful comments. Once the door opened again, he jumped out and ran up the stairs. He took a deep breath once he reached the street and looked around, okay he was not that far from his job.

Oliver set a fast pace weaving in and out of the crowd. As he walked, he saw a bare alleyway that gave him a clear view of his workplace. There was a few dumpsters that littered the pathway but he decided to take his chances; he was ready to fight anyone after the day he has had already. He puffed out his chest and held his breath as he started his journey through.

His confident stride slowed at every little sound: a bird chirping, trash falling, wind blowing an empty beer can. Suddenly, a fallen trashcan rolled out on the street right up to Oliver. “What the…” Oliver said slowly walking to the opening, his heart beating out his chest, he was not as tough as he thought. He squinted his eyes into the trashcan and saw something furry?

“A dog?” Oliver questioned out loud making the animal snap their head up. Oliver started to see features: the dog was scruffy looking, mainly white with light brown (almost ginger) spots placed randomly. If he had to make an educated guess, he would say Jack Russell Oliver expected the dog to become territorial over their food but when the dog saw him, they started wagging their tail and smiling. This caused Oliver to immediately relax.

“Hey buddy, what are you doing out here?” Oliver chuckled when the dog stood up and placed its paws on Olivers leg. He squatted down slowly trying so hard not to scare the dog. “Oh my gosh, aren’t you the cutest?” Oliver exclaimed, cute aggression coming out but that was quickly replaced with sadness.

Oliver couldn’t help the negative thoughts plaguing his mind: was this little dog abandoned? Was it born into this? Was it hurt? Was it scared of thunderstorms? Tears pricked Oliver’s eyes and the dog tilted its head and started licking Oliver’s hand. His heart shattered: here is this dog with so much bad in their life yet they are comforting Oliver.

Cooper.

This dog reminded him of Cooper! Cooper was on his own trying to figure it out, Cooper kissed the back of Oliver’s hand, Cooper would always comfort Oliver even though he had a bad day. Oliver needed to bring this dog home and have Cooper fall in love with the dog. It was perfect! Oliver even though the dog kind of looked like Cooper, the spots were almost identical match to Cooper’s hair. The soft, optimistic eyes they both shared melted Oliver’s heart.

Lately, Cooper had been asking Oliver all these questions about getting a pet, so Oliver figured that Cooper wanted a pet. Despite Oliver telling Cooper that he prefers cats, this dog was perfect. More negative thoughts creeped in, what if this was someone’s dog who ran away or got lost. Oliver examined the dog for a collar or anything to hint towards an owner.

“Do you want to come home with me?” The dog wagged its tail as if it was responding. “Oh, you do?” Oliver chuckled and picked up the dog despite every alarm of cleanliness rang. His dress shirt and pants could be washed, He pulled out his phone with his other hand and called in to work today and looked for the nearest vet to check on the dog.

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Wednesday, April 18, 6:39AM

Today was the day Cooper was surprising Oliver with a cat. He had been asking Oliver questions for the past month, he tried to convince Oliver that they were just curiosity questions: do you want a cat? Which kind? How many? Okay, Cooper admits it is suspicious plus he found that he was not smooth at all with surprises. He was so bad; Oliver was starting to ask if Cooper wanted a pet. The idea of getting Oliver a cat arose when he noticed Oliver started sending him more and more cat videos and then ‘if I had a cat, I would do this! Oh, if I had a cat, I would treat her so right!”

Cooper quickly caught on that Oliver wanted a cat, Oliver tried to deny the allegations but would light up anytime they talked about owning a cat. Through conversations and questioning, Cooper knew that Oliver wanted a girl, black cat, not a kitten. How fitting, Cooper thought.

Cooper spent countless hours researching and calling and looking for the perfect cat. There was multiple nights he would pretend to fall asleep until Oliver did then stayed up researching. He not only was looking for a cat but also the best brands, toys, catnip, litter, anything about how to properly care for a cat.

Cooper had found Meatball on the local shelter page last week and immediately messaged them. He visited a few times and finally signed the papers after he was cleared. Meatball was a black cat with brown eyes, just like Oliver. When he visited Meatball for the first time, the cat was playing alone and seemed uninterested in Cooper. As Cooper talked to the owner, the cat snuck up to Cooper and was smelling him timidly.

Cooper acted like he didn’t notice as to not scare the cat which seemed to work as Meatball started tangling between Cooper’s legs. They played for over an hour though Cooper decided the second he saw the cat that he was getting her. He filled out the paperwork and waited for the okay. Oliver noticed Cooper’s excitement that day but didn’t question it too much.

“What…what are you doing up?” Oliver questioned sleepily from the island counter as he rubbed his eyes. “Why are you making breakfast at…6:45am? Come back to bed.” Oliver whined, he was dressed only in Cooper’s loose boxers.

“Because mi amor, I love you and wanted to make you breakfast before you start the day.” Cooper told Oliver like it was obvious. “Now, go get ready!” Cooper shooed him out as he finished the food. He set the island up as a buffet and placed some decorations to make it seem more formal, he asked the Alexa to play 50’s romantic melodies. Such a sap.

Oliver finally came to the kitchen twenty minute later just as Cooper set the last plate down; chocolate chip pancakes. Oliver tried to keep up his tough boy persona, but a bashful blush spread across his face.

“You are such a sap,” Oliver muttered before walking up to Cooper. “Oh my gosh, you still have this!” Oliver laughed as he traced the apron that said ‘Kiss the chef’ Cooper was wearing. Katie had got Cooper the apron as a going away gift.

“Well, I think you should listen to the apron.”

Oliver smirked wrapping his arms around Cooper’s shoulders and pulled them tight for a kiss. The two sat down and ate together in comfortable silence, the music danced around them providing a comforting atmosphere.

“Okay, I have my internship until noon then I have meetings where I just sit there and look pretty then I have to fill the paperwork from the meeting then I will be home probably around 5,” Oliver ran over his plans again hurriedly, maybe he got distracted by his beautiful boyfriend and his beautiful lips. “I have to go, Coop! I am going to miss the train!”

Cooper watched as Oliver ran out the door. He cleaned up the kitchen and got ready to leave. ID? Check. Money for Meatball? Check. Little travel cage for Meatball? Check. Best boyfriend ever? Check! He ran out the door and to his car in the parking lot. He cringed as he saw how busy the streets were.

The car roared to life and Cooper started his drive to the shelter. He got there swiftly despite the New York City traffic. Luckily, Cooper was heading the opposite direction of most the traffic. The shelter staff happily greeted Cooper, he didn’t know who was more excited about the adoption: him or staff or Meatball. As soon as Meatball saw Cooper again, she meowed loudly.

Cooper thanked the staff and let them say their teary good-byes to Meatball. “Hi Meatball! I’m your new dad.” He smiled at Meatball who was visibly and understandably nervous. “Okay, we have to go pick up food for me and you. I am surprising my boyfriend with, well, you tonight.” Cooper explained though he knew Meatball wouldn’t understand. Though, Meatball actually seemed to calm a bit and started batting the little mouse toy.

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Wednesday, April 18, 9:42AM

“What?” Oliver bluntly asked.

“Look, I am sorry kid. Protocol, you can drop off the dog and come back at 3 when we are done.”

“But it is only 9am!” Oliver whined, the dog looked up at him and whined, sensing Oliver’s stress. “Okay, fine, put us down.”

“Okay, just go ahead and fill this out and we will call you when we are ready for you!” The receptionist smiled and handed Oliver a clip board. There was only one question that truly stumped him: name of pet. What does he put? Does the dog already have a name? Should Oliver name the dog or should Cooper? Is the dog a boy or girl?!

Oliver sighed and wrote down ‘Doggy’ in the name of pet section, that will work for now. He cringed at himself for writing Doggy instead of Dog but he can’t change it now. “Alright, Doggy, I promise I will be back.” He felt a pang of anxiety when the door shut behind him, will Doggy be okay? What if Doggy already had a home??? Oliver doesn’t think he could handle that, he had already decided that he was going to shop for Doggy while he waited. He decided that Doggy was coming home with him one way or another.

He walked downtown until he saw some pet boutique, perfect. He spent over two hours there talking to the owner who also has a Jack Russell. He told Oliver pretty much everything he needed to know; he even gave the kid a discount. Oliver was overwhelmed with joy; he didn’t realize how lost he was in owning a dog. Honestly, neither he or Cooper ever owned a pet: Bradford’s and Otto’s were not big on pets.

Oliver checked Cooper’s location and saw he was on some random road, maybe he was on his way to his culinary internship; senior year had been very busy for them. He decided he was going to pick up dog food (the store owner gave him a list to choose from, all varying in price) and hide everything in the apartment. He reasoned that if everything was already in the apartment, Cooper could not say no.

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Wednesday, April 18, 10:53PM

Cooper’s car powered down and he grabbed Meatball’s cage. There was no way that he have Meatball live like this right now. He looked around for a solution and found one of Oliver’s purses (satchel. Satchel Oliver reminds him every time), it could work. He took Meatball out while explaining the plan, Meatball sat happily in the bag.

Cooper browsed up and down the isles as Meatball sat patiently in the satchel. Luckily the carts had a place for children to sit which allowed Cooper to pet the cat as he shopped. He eventually found cat food that rated number one on at least 17 websites, he was hoping for 20 but 17 works. He also bought everything he might need: harness, leash, toys, catnip, food for months, treats, shampoo and conditioner, even little cat posters to maybe help her feel more welcome.

He noted the total; he had no idea owning a cat would be so much work and money, but it was all worth it. He couldn’t stop imagining Oliver’s face when he surprises Oliver. “Now Meatball,” Cooper started as he finished putting the rest of the bags in the car. “We are going to my favorite grocery store and we are going to get ingredients to make Oliver’s favorite dish…” A realization washed over him and he started laughing, Meatball just looked at him confused.

“Oh my gosh! His favorite meal is spaghetti and meatballs…and your name is Meatball! This is great!” Cooper couldn’t stop giggling to himself, how perfect is this working out! He finished his shopping list among a few other little things, and packed the car tight. He saw he had a message from Oliver saying his was going to be back around 4:30pm instead.

“Let’s go, Meatball.”

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Wednesday, April 18, 2:55PM

Oliver raced to the vet after he hid everything in the apartment, he prayed Cooper would not dig too much at the pile of dirty laundry in the closet. “And you are here for…Doggy?” the receptionist checked. “One moment please!” They shuffled to the back and returned with an eager Doggy. It seemed Doggy made a good impression as everyone gave a bittersweet good-bye.

“Okay, here is your special boy.” They handed Oliver the leash. “So, the vet found no signs of a chip and we checked all missing dog reports, not a single match. Looks like Doggy is yours!” Oliver didn’t even realize he was holding his breath, this was amazing!

“O-okay!” Oliver kneeled and ruffled Doggy’s fur, he was still in shock that Doggy was actually his.

“We did give him some of the basic vaccines and a much-needed bath, so he is all caught up and ready to love and play.” Oliver couldn’t help but smile even harder. “Oh! We did find that Doggy responds to Spaghetti.” Doggy even peaked up at the word expectedly.

“Spaghetti,” Oliver said with awe. He thanked everyone and even made a yearly check-up appointment. “Let’s go home, spaghetti.”

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Wednesday, April 18, 3:20PM

“Oop, looks liked your mommy is going to be home sooner than we thought!” Cooper exclaimed, they had got home 30 minutes ago, and Cooper had set up everything. He had ordered a cat tree a few days ago and it came today thankfully. He set the small cat jungle in their living room next to a window in case Meatball just wanted to look around.

Cooper set up the flowers he bought in a jar along with a card on the counter hidden from the entrance, he truly wanted to surprise Oliver. He started on the spaghetti and meatballs with some indie song playing in the background, the soft melodies filled the apartment. Meatball seemed to find herself at home quickly, she became obsessed with one of Oliver’s shirts and had pulled it in the cat house.

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Wednesday, April 18 4:19PM

“Okay, so make sure to give him your best puppy eyes,” Spaghetti looked up at Oliver from his spot on the floor. As soon as they left the vet, Oliver put Spaghetti’s new harness and clipped it on his new leash. Oliver immediately snapped a photo, Spaghetti looked so cute in his new gear. “Perfect! Here goes nothing.”

He shoved his key in the door and heard hurried shuffling inside, “Hey…Coop. So uhm,” The two made their way inside slowly, luckily their apartment was covered in rugs, so Spaghetti’s nails didn’t clack against the hardwood. Once he rounded the end of the hallway into the kitchen he froze, oh shit.

“Wha…Coop…you…a cat!” Oliver started to cry, he felt so overwhelmed in a good way. Cooper stood there with his mouth dropped to the ground, what?

“Ollie, who is that?” Cooper laughed as he pointed to the dog who was just panting with joy.

“Oh uhm,” Oliver sniffed and wiped his eyes roughly. “So, this is Spaghetti…” He told Cooper everything: how he found spaghetti, the vet, what is in the closet, how they are never getting rid of him.

“Wow, sounds like you had quiet the day,” Cooper spoke in a high pitched voice to the dog, cat still in hand. “Well, this is Meatball…” It was Cooper’s turn to tell Oliver how he had been planning this for months and everything him and Meatball did today. As Cooper talked, Meatball reached for Oliver. Oliver’s heart swelled with overwhelming love for this little cat he just met, he took Meatball into his arms. Meatball immediately relaxed and started playing with one of Oliver’s buttons.

Cooper turned and pulled Oliver to face him before kissing him deeply and softly. “Thank you, Coop. I love Meatball.” Oliver smiled at Cooper; he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. They introduced Spaghetti and Meatball to each other which went perfectly, they sniffed each other until Meatball kissed Spaghetti. Cooper and Oliver just watched them interact, even snapping a few photos.

Cooper pulled away to Oliver’s confusion and knelt down, “Oliver Otto, you are perfect in every way. You are so selfless, willing to help anyone or anything.” Cooper nodded to Spaghetti. “You are the most hardworking person I have ever met, once you have a goal, you are finishing that goal. I wake up every day so inspired by you just being you. You, Oliver Otto, have granted me the best gift of all: enjoying life.”

“Cooper,” Oliver was already crying.

“I not only want to enjoy the rest of my life with you but I want to experience life with you: the happy, the sad, the angry, the hurt, all of it. So will you, Oliver Otto, marry me?”

“Of course, Cooper!” Oliver exclaimed, pulling Cooper up to hug him. They held each other with so much joy vibrating between the two of them, they have never felt more connected. “This is the best day ever.”

“And to top off the night, I have made your favorite…” Cooper busted out laughing, the couldn’t believe it.

“What?”

“I made spaghetti and meatballs, and our animals’ names are Spaghetti and Meatball!” Cooper exclaimed from the floor where he had to kneel because he was laughing so hard. Oliver joined him once he realized all the joy they felt today coming out as laughter. They spent the rest of the night just talking about their day over and over again; they could not get over how wonderful their life was.

Cooper had prepared Oliver an over-the-top bath with bubbles, candles, wine, music, even chocolate cover strawberries from Oliver’s favorite café. They shared the bath together before finally going to bed. They curled up with each other and two new members joined them. They fit together like they were a puzzle: Oliver curled up on Cooper’s chest, Cooper’s one arm wrapped around Oliver and the other Spaghetti who was curled up, and Meatball on Cooper’s chest where Oliver caressed her until they both fell asleep.

Wednesday, April 18, a day to remember for the new Bradford-Otto family.

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I am on AO3 as the same username if you want to check out my other works. This is on there :P Requests are open so please message me

XOXO Fairy

PS there was MINIMAL editing so if there are loopholes or grammar errors, let me know!

[lostalioth]

i needddd requests for things to write after kinktober!! send me any dean or sam requests! or even logan! those are three i’m enjoying writing A LOT rn! but also you can look at my FAQ to see who else i wrote for if you’d like to request someone else :) (marvel, supernatural or stranger things)

[ratatoastwrites]

My request guidelines 🦅

Characters I write for:

basically every popular mgg character, but let me list them lol

Spencer Reid (cm)

Chip Taylor (68 kill)

Raymond Wadsworth (suburban gothic)

Thorn (king knight)

Lesley (hot air)

Bart (how to be a serial killer)

Franklin (beginner’s luck)

Paul (500 days of summer)

I’m also open to writing for house md characters, I suppose (mostly for Chase, but eh)

and I am willing to try writing for other cm characters as well, but keep in mind that even though I know the lore, i’m only on season 8 🧚‍♀️

Things I write ✅

smut, mainly (only for fem!reader)

but also angst (gn)

and fluff if you so wish (gn) 🧞‍♀️

Things I don’t write ❌

incest

anal (f!receiving, i’m willing to write pegging, ig)

blood play

anything to do with throwing up or vom!t (i have emetophobia)

illegal age gap (mdni on my smut posts 🙏)

uhm, idk that is all i can think of for now, but if im uncomfy with what u request i’ll just tell u xx

So, yeah, that’s pretty much it

but also i’m a slow writer, so keep in mind that it might take a good few days for u to get ur req 💞

also if you’re requesting smut, pls specify abt whether u want the character to be dominant or submissive ☝️

and also also if you’re requesting fluff or angst, pls specify whether u want gn or fem reader 🥸

okey thanks bye xx

[lvrgrl-xo]

I made a second blog that was originally just going to be for all the fluff I write (and this one would be only for smut) but since I have a tendency to share all of my thoughts here, should I post everything* I write on the new blog and just repost them here?

*Everything = smut and fluff of any group I feel like writing for (namely Stray Kids with a hint of Enhypen and Mamamoo + requests for anyone else)

.

I will not write smut for any idol who is under 19 .ᐟ

[iluvpopgirls]

welcome / master list ♡

hi! i write for my favorite pop girls!! this blog is 18+ so minors read at your own risk! tysm ♡

my requests are always open, here are the links to my request prompt lists! please request in this format:

prompt list + number + person

who i write for is listed below the links under ‘my works’, but feel free to request someone else as well and i might give it a try!!

smut prompts

fluff prompts

my works ♡

sabrina carpenter:

headcanons

passenger princess (fluff)

rain, rain, go away (fluff)

gracie abrams:

headcanons

olivia rodrigo:

headcanons

billie eilish:

ariana grande:

so sweet (smut)

taylor swift:

note: i’ve gotten a lot of requests, i’m working on them rn and you can expect them soon!! ♡

anons:

🐚 🥥☕️🪼

[dollietoffee]

*uglier gay sobs*

do it. send me your fluff requests rn and ill start typing. yes, even the freaky ones, youve earned it loves (if it hadnt been obvious, the college au was to make a room for the said spicy shit, so go crazy ;3 )

no but really thank you sooo muchhhh for pushing this fic loves, omds, ive never felt more proud

made my day today. stay safe, love yall <\333

[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)

[zombieumbreon]

Note from Zombi:

I left for a while because I was so down a depressed. I had back to back traumatic events happen. Some of which I’m considering turning into a story here for anyone that needs to know someone relates. Maybe. (Tell me what you think)

But, being back the amount of notifications I get helps me just a little. Maybe that sounds silly, but they do.

Since being back I want to do a little more fluff and comfort as well. <3

Requests are open to fluff too!

[sticky-badger]

Opening requests again! I won't be taking any tickle requests for BSD, but if someone requests some whump, since it's Halloween, I'll consider it!

Other than that, any other fandom is good to go on the tiggles! Though after my last fic, I am feeling whumpy 👀

[bitxhyprinxess]

Pls send one shot requests!

can be any genre but im not good at angst 😭 smut or fluff is my strong suit

~people~

Dean Winchester (spn)

Sam Winchester (spn)

Jonah Simms (superstore)

Synyster Gates (a7x)

Colby Brock

Mark sloan (Greys anatomy)

Derek shepherd (Greys)

Arizona Robbins (Greys)

Jackson Avery ( Greys)

or anyone else! if you want someone else pls specify and if i know them i will try my best!

[vesarcanus-if]

I’d love to see some fluff shorts! Since autumn’s coming around, maybe some cozied up at home moments? Watching a movie, cuddling during a thunderstorm? I’m a sucker for some softness

i love this and i already have so many cute ideas!

thanks anon