#fluffy fluff

[catiuskaa]

*cough cough* no, me kisses.

SUMMARY: he may have lost his opportunity to ask you to become official, but boyfriend or not, there’s only one thing Hannie wants needs: your kisses. All over his face. Right now.

WC: exactly 1.3k baby!

CW: it’s too fluff!! ahhh!! (scared) lol, mentions of the usual sick thingies like headaches and mucus (ew!), mentions of lipstick stains (because YES), use of petnames.

REQUESTED! by pookie dookie @4ln-stay8 right here. I owed you one for reading my angsty fics, so I gave my best with this one. tysm for your support, my love! <3

A/N: inspired on the jeekies bc this singlehandedly changed my brain chemistry (melts n giggles)

[☆★🧣★☆]

Jisung wanted to groan.

Meanwhile, you only wanted to giggle and take millions of pictures of him.

What for? Well, first of all, little Hannie was cutely hiding under his duvet.

Only Jisung’s big boba eyes blinked repeatedly as he sniffed, not because he was crying, but because the poor little thing couldn’t even smell anything. He kept the half down of his face under the blankets of his bed, as he surely knew he was blushing due to you being in his room.

He hadn’t been expecting you, and he wanted to groan and put on a tantrum —or however you use that word in a sentence— because you had to be there at that moment.

“Aw, Sunggie,” you melted at the sight of him, holding back the need to coo and pet him and treat him the small and cute hamster he so was. “Lix called,” you clarified with a toothy grin. “He said you were sick, and buzzed me in before he left.”

Jisung made a note to himself to remember to tickle Felix to death for that.

There was one thing he wanted, and while it was you the one who could give it to him, he felt quite shy from asking, as far as refraining from doing so just yet.

Because it was not like you two were dating officially. Yes, the big, fat crush he had on you was as obvious as shit, to put it in elegant words, but he hadn’t asked you yet.

He was going to ask you, but he got sick.

And that one thing he wanted from you was your sweet pouty lips peppering kisses all over his face.

You sat next to him, and sheepishly shook your head. “Let me tidy up this place for you and bring you some medicine and more tissues, yeah?”

Your voice felt soothing, he wanted to use it as a blanket and stay wrapped in it for the rest of the week.

His heart sent more blood to his cheeks. As if there wasn’t enough, he thought with a huff, big eyes watching your movements as you picked a plate that had been left there since the night before and started picking up the used tissues from the floor.

“…hi…” Jisung mumbled, his voice hoarse and his throat dry.

Was he sick? Sure. I mean, his head hurt, his eyelids felt heavy, his nose was runny and he had surely filled the floor of his room and a decent part of his bed with used tissues.

But despite all that, the thing he wanted the most was to cuddle you to his hearts content.

“Hi, gorgeous,” you snickered softly, and he couldn’t help but smile with you. “Want some water too?”

He coughed in response, and you giggled. He cracked his knuckles underneath the bed sheet, his hands tingling, wanting to take you by your shoulders and hug you like a boa constrictor.

“Guess we have to cancel for tonight,” you mumbled with a small smile, your hand tenderly stroking his hair away from his forehead. “I’ll go leave my coat and bag in the living room and I’ll come back, yeah?”

He pouted without realizing. “Mmhhh…” he hummed with a small frown, almost like a whine.

You were about to mumble a soft ‘what’s wrong?’ before he shoved the covers away from his face as he gingerly raised his hand to grab your wrist and settled your palm back on his forehead. He sighed in small relief, melting into the coldness that lingered in you from being outside.

“Headache?” You said almost in a whisper, hearing the butterflies’ wings going crazy in your stomach.

He nodded. If he had been a cat, he would be purring, even if your hand had already turned warm against his skin.

“C’mon, Jisung-a,” your voice felt even softer than before. “I’ll come back before you know it.”

He sniffed. “…you will…?”

Your heart crushed, unable to handle how cute Han looked. It was too much, so much that even the butterflies in your stomach started to have their own butterflies in their stomachs.

And with a smile, you moved your hand to his cheek and planted a shy tender kiss on his forehead.

“I will. Pinky promise.” You chuckled softly, a blush slowly creeping up to your cheeks.

His eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat.

Oh, no. Now he knew what one of your small kisses felt like.

Now you couldn’t leave. Not before… oh.

He grinned slyly, making you raise your eyebrows, wondering what could he be thinking in that cute little head of his.

“…we’ll… make a deal…” he stated as firmly as he could.

You shrugged lightly, secretly enjoying the faint pink hue of your lipstick that had stained his forehead.

“Sure, Hannie.” Your smile only made the fact that you’d leave for, like, ten minutes —or God, maybe even more— feel a lot worse.

“I… want… more of those…” he blushed deeply.

“More of those?”

He took your hand and covered his eyes with it.

“I want more kisses.” He sniffed again.

Your mouth quickly formed the shape of an ‘o’, as your blush quickly turned a deeper shade of red, as if to compete against his.

You giggled, moving your hand from his face.

“You want my kisses, jagi?” You teased with a smirk.

He felt his heart going crazy in him, a tight feeling in his chest that turned his ears red.

“Aww, but aren’t you too sick for that?”

Oh, no.

You weren’t just going to give him a small kiss and then not continue all morning and all evening… right?

That couldn’t be allowed. Was it? He tsked at the thought. He had to make sure it wasn’t.

He coughed, pouting.

“No.” He coughed again. “Me. Kisses.” He sniffed. “Now.”

You laughed loudly, a sort of laugh that went right in Han’s little heart and filled it up with energy. He didn’t feel that gloomy sensation that being sick could cast over someone.

Instead, he squinted at you playfully.

“You have ten minutes, missy.” He said, already looking much better, emotionally wise at least. “Or else.”

You giggled, sheepishly pecking the corner of his lips.

"You can set up a timer, you cheeky idiot."

He moved his hand to his heart in an overly dramatic gesture that made you cackle, as he chuckled too, trying to ignore how fast his heartbeat felt under his hand.

Nine minutes and forty three seconds later —forty four, forty five...— you had settled a plastic bag next to his nightstand, had stolen a tissue box from the living room, and right now, you were smiling, walking one step in front of the other, carefully so to not spill over the soup you had made for him.

"It's amazing. You have to try it, I've outdone myself." You chuckled as he sat up on his bed, gingerly waiting. You left the tray on his crossed legs, moving his desk chair and nonchalantly taking a seat close to him.

"C'mon." You snickered. "Eat up." He finished it without a single complaint.

"Good boy." You teased, cackling loudly when you saw him blush.

"That's not fair," he mumbled with a pout.

"Scooch aside, Mr fairness."

You moved the pillows and laid next to him, shyly putting your arm below his neck, and then passed the other over his chest.

His face was practically in front of you.

"Hi." You grinned cheekily.

"...oh, h-hi." You giggled at his shyness. You hid the fact that you had reapplied your lipstick in the kitchen before bringing the soup, and started peppering soft kisses on his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, the corner of his mouth...

Oh, you were surely going to catch whatever he had.

[☆★🧣★☆]

~Kats, who doesn't understand why tumblr won't let her stack pictures when answering asks, reason why I post them separately, lol. Thanks for the request, gorgeous!

[rotzcakedraws]

Look at these silly geese in love 💘

[l0v3sickl0s3r]

Murder Drones x Reader

Character: Serial Designation N | Requested: ❌ | Category: Fluffy Cuddling Headcanons

• my guy has quite literally been living under a rock for his whole life so he doesn’t know shit about being affectionate let alone cuddling 💀

• doesn’t mean u can’t teach him tho 👀

• he’ll try his best to make sure ur comfy, both emotionally and physically. <3

• he will DEEEFINITELY wrap his tail around u! ^^ just… be mindful about the stinger. pop a cork on the tip and u should be fine :3

• he rlly likes laying his head on ur chest or vice versa <3333

• if he’s tired enough, he’ll fall asleep in ur arms 🥰

• he occasionally mumbles in his sleep too i’m sobbign

• HE’S LITERALLY THE MOST TOUCH STARVED BOY EVER. once he gets the hang of this whole relationship thing U BETTER BELIEVE HE’LL BE CUDDLING U MORE OFTEN RAHHHHHHHHHH

bonus lil drabble: tired bodies, limbs draped around each other. the occasional glance at one another, and the shy embarrassment when the sweet bot looks away from you. you softly chuckle and cup his cheek in the palm of your hand, guiding his gaze back to meet yours. he blushes and looks at you timidly, yet oh so lovingly. you smile, give him a lil peck on the lips and nestle into his chest. you don’t have to look up to know that he’s blushing a little bit more than before. the pats on your back slowly become a haze in your mind as n lulls you to sleep…

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

AFS: Deleted Scene

a/n: I'm testing a new thing here. There are a few scenes that I wanted to include in the story but there wasn't a good spot to fit it in and keep my plotlines at a good pace. SO, I will be posting the occasional deleted scene! They'll typically be short little drabbles that I post sporadically and I'll always list a number to kind of tell you where it sits in the 'AFS' timeline lol

Din Djarin x Female!Reader

Warnings: none, just pure fluffy fluff

Word Count: 1,101

Summary: Grogu is an artist and he does not restrict himself to a single medium. Inspired by this post/art.

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#4.5: HE IS A QUICK ONE

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You hummed a song under your breath while cleaning the kitchen. Mando had told you time and time again that house work wasn’t necessarily part of your job description. Though you didn’t think was accurate. You didn’t know a lot about the responsibilities of a nanny, but if you were a betting woman you’d put credits on housework falling under the umbrella. So, despite him telling you to leave it be, you didn’t. Even if it wasn’t the job of the nanny to clean the house, you lived here as well which meant it was in part your responsibility as a roommate, at the very least. Mando could argue otherwise all he wanted. It’s not like he could stop you while he worked.

While Grogu napped, you took the opportunity to clean what you could. 

The sound of a quiet giggle made you pause. You rinsed the soap off your hands, leaving the few dishes you had left to clean in the sink, and used the kitchen towel you rested on your shoulder to dry your hands. Another giggle drifted from the hall. Grogu must have woken up from his nap. You chuckled to yourself and tossed the towel aside to go find him. Usually the boy called out for you when he woke up.

Down the hall, you spotted Grogu and it took you a second to recognize what the boy was keeping himself busy with. He stood crayon in hand as he worked on his masterpiece⏤ the masterpiece he was drawing on the wall.

“Grogu!” You cried, startled.

Grogu simply turned to look at you with his little toothy grin. “See!”

He must have woken from his nap a good while ago because the kid had made quite the progress. The entire wall was decorated in his scribbled drawings in various colors. You spotted multiple pictures of his father and him. You recognized the other colored Mandalorian that filled many of his pictures, with the dark haired person beside him, and a few other familiar faces. Peli. Cara. Karga. Your eyes landed on a scribbled drawing of what looked like you with Grogu in your arms. It was honestly the cutest most precious thing in the world and your heart would be overflowing with love if it wasn’t for the location of the art.

“Oh, Grogu, why?” You breathed.

“Good?” He asked.

You gave him a sheepish smile. “Well, you drew it all so good, buddy, but…the wall…”

Grogu’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “Ih.” He motioned for you to follow him with one hand and you trailed after him into Mando’s bedroom. Grogu pointed to the wall where you had taped a few of his art pieces. “See!”

“Right. But that’s paper that I…” You winced. You held your arms out to scoop the little artist up. He looked immensely proud of himself and you hated the idea of scolding him. “We can’t draw on the walls anymore though, alright?” If Grogu understood or agreed he made no motion to show it. You sighed and tickled the boy’s belly, mumbling under your breath. “I wonder how attached your dad is to his walls.”

Mando’s voice called out from the foyer and you grimaced. The hallway was still decorated in crayon. You had tried to wipe some of it away, but the moment you got near it Grogu whined at you to stop. Apparently he wanted his father to admire the work. You hurried to meet Mando in the foyer before he could get any further.

“Hi there.” You held your hands out to stop him.

“Hey.” He greeted curiously.

You forced a grin that you prayed didn’t look sheepish. “So, how was work?”

“Good…” Mando paused. “How was your day?”

“Uh, interesting.” You scrunched your nose. “We may have had a little…incident.” Mando stiffened and you quickly shook your head and hands at him. “No, no. Grogu is fine. He’s more than fine. Grogu is very proud of himself.”

“Oh.” Mando replied.

“Buir, k’olar! K’olar!” Grogu bounced behind you and waved for him to follow. You motioned to the child with your arms and Mando gave you one last confused tilt of his head before listening to Grogu’s pleads. You walked behind him nervously. When the three of you entered the hall, the mischievous artist pointed to the wall covered in crayon. “See!”

Mando stayed stock still for a second and you blurted a panicked apology, “I am so sorry, Mando. I thought he was napping and I was washing dishes and I heard his little, evil giggle and when I found him he was drawing on the wall⏤ I tried to clean it up but he wouldn't let me⏤”

Your words were interrupted with the sound of a full bellied laugh. Mando was laughing loudly and freely. There had been moments of chuckles and breathy laughs, but this was the first time you had seen him so carefree in front of you. A small smile curled onto your features in admiration. Mando knelt down to hold out his arms so Grogu could jump into them.

“Good?” Grogu asked.

“Very nice, ad’ika.” Mando praised him. “I’ll send a picture to Boba and Fennec. I think they’d really love to see it.” You crossed your arms and watched in amusement as the boy pointed at each piece of the picture to babble to him an explanation. Mando nodded and hummed along⏤ paying full attention. When Grogu had reached the end, Mando ruffled the top of his head. “Alright, womp rat, I saw your toys in the living room still. Why don’t you go clean up?”

Grogu chirped an acknowledgement and waddled away. Mando turned to face you and you shook your head. “I hung some of his pictures up on your bedroom wall and I guess he decided to cut out the middleman and get right to it.”

Mando chuckled. “It’s alright. Of all the messes I expect him to get into this is fairly mild.”

“I am sorry about your wall though. I should’ve been paying closer attention.”

“It’s just a wall.” Mando shrugged. “A boring one too. At least now I don’t have to bother with decorations. Cara always complained my house was too plain.” You laughed lightly. “Besides, you should see some of the things he’s gotten away with while I was actively watching him.”

“Oh yeah?” You teased. “He is a quick one.”

“You have no idea.” Mando sighed. “Over dinner, remind me to tell you about the Frog Lady’s eggs.”

“The what lady’s what?”

mando'a translations

Buir: Parent (father) /// Ad'ika: little one /// K'olar: Come here

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[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Blind Boy 🥀

(An Ominis Gaunt friends-to-lovers playlist)

A/N: Please listen in order. There's a method to my madness.

Ominis Gaunt fell in love slowly...

It began, he thinks, when he started hanging out with her. Without Sebastian that is.

Young folks - Peter Biorn and John

Lake Shore Drive - Skip Haynes

She makes him rather happy. It's odd...

Dog Days are Over - Florence + the Machine

Sunshine Lollypops and Rainbows - Lesley Gore

She understands him like no one else. And even if she doesn't, she never pretends to. Just listens.

Wow, I'm Not Crazy - AJR

He really likes his time spent with her. He thinks about her when she's not around. She occupies his thoughts rather a lot. Her time feels like a currency and he fears running out. He's never had to be afraid of any sort of lack before.

putting a spin on Ophelia - Egg

What is this warm feeling? A dream - a wish, certainly. His parents would hurt him if they found out... Besides, he's just the blind boy. Who's he kidding?

One Last Wish - Casper

If I Could Ride A Bike - Park Bird, Chevy

Creep - Radiohead

It's impossible... but what's the point of it all if he doesn't at least try? It could be so beautiful. He doesn't have to be brave about it.

Do Not Let Your Spirit Wane - Gang of Youths

Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys

He starts to try.

Passing Papers - Egg

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

Are You Bored Yet - Wallows

Please Notice - Christian Leave

Feelings Are Fatal - Mxmtoon

These feelings are deeper than he thought. He can't help but indulge them.

Can't Help Falling in Love - Elvis

Amazing - Rex Orange Country

Golden Hour - JVKE

This Side of Paradise - Coyote Theory

Can I Call You Tonight? - Dayglow

I Couldn't Be More In Love - The 1975

It's so wonderful. It's beyond good. And she's always so kind to him. So perfect.

Infinitely Ordinary - The Wrecks

Remember When - Wallows

Ratisim - The Suicide Squad

One night in the Undercroft, he plucks up a little courage. And then... then he asks that girl to dance.

Not About Angels - Birdy

Once Upon A December - Anastasia

The Princess Diaries Waltz

And oh... oh he's fallen so far. He's hopeless.

Thinking Out Loud - Ed Sheeran

Line Without A Hook - Rick Montgomery

First Kiss.

Like Real People Do - Hozier

And things just get better from there...

I Hear A Symphony - Cody Fry

Say You Won't Let Go - James Arthur

I Feel Good About This - The Mowgli's

Darling - Christian Leave

Love - Lana Del Rey

the world could end with you - Llunar

After graduation, he proposes. The ring doesn't come from a distant ancestor - it's not plucked off his family tree. It's just for her. For that lovely muggle-born girl and nobody else.

Until I Found You - Steven Sanchez

His first night with her is better than he ever could have dreamed.

Saturn - Sleeping At Last

He elopes with her two months later. And married life with her is perfect. Utterly and completely perfect. Away from his family and his high-society upbringing... it's lazy and soft and simple.

Banana Pancakes - Jack Johnson

Waltz for Sweatpants - Cody Fry

Would That I - Hozier

You Are Enough - Sleeping At Last

Photograph - Cody Fry

Love theme:

Hearing - Sleeping At Last

Happy Valentine's Day 💘

[hyukaslvr]

just like the stars // j. han

<masterlist

summary✮⋆˙ you and jisung met unexpectedly, both of you being idols and needing to get away from stress and your thoughts. so when needed, you had each other, the hood of your car, and the stars beeming down against you two- and your long talks, of course.

genre✮⋆˙ fluff, idol!reader, idol!jisung, friends to lovers, secret friendship and relationship

warnings✮⋆˙ han jisung(yes, he is a warning, gosh)

w.c✮⋆˙ aproxx 1k

a/n: han han han han han. god, i love han. this has been in my drafts for awhile unfinished and i just had to finish it. also, please acknowledge my secret secret reference at the end, thank you love you💋.

han jisung was the light you needed in your life ; his laid back smile, his contagious laughter, his puffy cheeks, his crescent eyes, his soft and loving hands, his small careful gestures- everything about him glowed, shining like broken glass and straight through your pounding heart.

how you met was weirdly addicting, you thought about it almost everytime you snuck out with the boy. it was quiet funny too.

you were trying to escape your thoughts, stealing the keys to your companies car that is lended to your group and you whenever you needed to drive without a team member. you remember the night so vividly, you being stopped at a stop light, not even noticing the car doors were unlocked until the back opened, revealing and bundled up jisung, also trying to escape his thoughts. his apologies immediately rushing out as he thought you were an uber or a taxi driver, yet you let him stay. the two of you knew of each other, never talked before yet it was so easy to talk to him that night, and every night after that.

you drove him around for hours, almost until daylight rose, that’s how you found your special spot. driving around with no clue or direction, finding yourselves on a cliff with the most perfect view of the entire city lights.

you let yourself back into real time, letting yourself stare at the boy beside you. you couldn’t stop staring, even if you wanted to. you were way too distracted with his cute hand gestures as he spoke, letting his body and mind relax as the wind blowed against the two of you. you give him a hum of agreement, letting him know you’re listening to his ranting, but we both know your mind and heart was some place else, blown away by his beautiful structure.

the stars beamed down on him, like bright pixy dust, making him stand out in the dark night. god, you lived for nights like this, especially with him.

the both of you wrapped in your favorite blanket that stays in your car, specifically for nights like this, but you would never dare to tell him. the nights you both escape your dorms, away from your members and companies attentions, letting yourselves talk for hours in the middle of the night on top of the hood ; it was so peaceful, letting yourselves speak your minds to eachother, knowing you both wouldn’t dare mention any of these meet ups or what gets spoken about to anyone, not even chan or your leader.

“i think the song came out great, it isn’t the top song of our comeback- but it definitely made impact,” he finally faced you, his cheeks slightly pink from the cool breeze blowing harder against his skin, staring at you with a smile that almost reached his eyes.

“you did great, ji. but, i think secret secret is still my favorite produced by you, through-” he playfully pushed you, causing a fit of giggles between the both of you; not the both of you, just you, as he’s poor heart couldn’t handle the sound. now, he wishes he put your laugh in a song, it’s better than any song he’s ever heard. his cheeks may have been cold two seconds ago, but they’re flushed and heated now, eventually letting himself laugh with you, a huge smile plastered across his face.

“you’re taking the blanket!” he teases, tugging hard to get more warmth around his prickled arms from goosebumps, caused by mainly from what he calls: your music. you didn’t let go of the blanket though, you simply scooted closer to the boy, letting your side and your head fall onto his, a satisfied smile on your face as he stiffens at your touch and warmth.

“thank you, han,” your hands resting in his lap, snuggling your head deeper into his neck, “you always make things better, nights like this always do,” you continued, not letting him question your blurting. he lets his heart control his arm, letting it droop around your waist and pulling you closer to him. he would use an excuse of being cold right now just to hold you, but he couldn’t let this intimate moment down with his silly cover ups.

his empty hand reached to hold your cold to touch ones, letting his thumb slowly drag across the skin as his hums in agreement, “i like spending nights away with you,” he speaks quietly, closes his eyes slightly tight before opening them to look at you as your head raises a bit to listen to the man more intently.

“and i like you,” you blurt, lost in the look in his eyes, the stars glistening in them, “the stars look pretty tonight,” turning your head away to lose his locked eyes. a hand removes from your nestled ones, softly grabbing your chin and tilts your head back towards him, but you didn’t dare open your squeezed shut eyes.

“y/n, look at me,” he pouted, his heart beating like crazy watching your lashes fluttered open with your lids, almost immediately locking eyes with his shaken ones, “you like me?”

“so if i do? i like the stars too-”

“but you like me?” his face inches closer to yours, a smile enlarged his face, making your breathing hitch while his breathing tickles your lips. the distance being close enough to barley lean and kiss him right there and then.

“like you in what way?” you give him a teasing smile, hiding the fact your whole body was rising in heat and your stomach felt exploding with butterflies, “in a way i want to kiss your stupid smile off your face? maybe-” your remarks cut off in the best way possible, his soft lips locking his yours and you let him kiss you.

your hands left his lap, reaching to hold the face you always wanted to cup in your palms. you let yourself melt in his hold, his hand leaving your chin and wrapping around your waist tighter than ever, pulling your body closer to his if that was even possible.

kissing jisung felt indescribable, his head turning slightly to kiss your plush lips more deeply. you couldn’t put into words how accomplished you felt with yourself, you’d pay your shoulder if you weren’t mushy in his arms. his lips felt and tasted better than you ever thought they would, you imagined it happening but never expected it to be way better than your silly day dreams.

you practically chased for more once his lips pulled away from yours, trying to catch both of your breathings, letting you both stare in a daze at each other. he looked so beautiful in this moment, you wanted to take a picture of his slightly moisturized lips that were once against yours, his mouth slightly ajar as he caught his breath.

“and i like you, in a way i wanted to kiss you,” he finally speaks, his eyes searching around your face, watching your cheeks darken with a soft smile on your lips.

“yeah, i think i like you in that way too,”

“you think?!” he scoffs, rollling his eyes as you giggle, a smile never leaving his face though, turning his head completely away in childlike manner. you use the advantage of your hands still on his warm cheeks and pulled his back down to yours to leave another soft kiss on his lips.

“keep kissing me and i think i won’t be able to stop,” he says, letting his forehead lean against yours once your lips break apart.

“and what if i don’t want you to stop?”

“then you’re asking for it!”

his lips placing across the skin on your face, giggles emerged from your stomach and your chest as he sprayed you in kisses. “i, like, you, so, much,” he speaks between kisses; first on your cold nose, the second on your forehead, the third on your left cheek, the forth on your right, the last one being your lips. you kiss him back with just as much love, wrapping your arms around his neck, letting the noise of the car honking below you and the wind blowing against your ears fade away, as all you can pay attention to is the lips against yours.

han jisung was your light, your love, he was everything you’ve ever wanted, even if you’ll stay a secret. that was okay with you, your secret late night sneak outs made up for the fact you couldn’t look his way in public events.

he was your secret secret, and you were glad to be his.

[zonzolik]

Fluffy Good Omens fanfiction masterlist

huge thanks to @heller04, @turquoisedata and @smoxensweetpea from Garden of Eden server for this list of super fluffy angst-free ineffable fanfics🥳

legend: one shot, shorter fic, longer fic, series, a f*cking saga

Temporary Tattoo by cyankelpie - Crowley's snake tattoo wandering around, a lot of people love this one

Anthony J. Crowley, Retired Demon and Airbnb Superhost by TheOldAquarian - the title says it all and it's freaking hillarious

Put Out The Fire by Aleakim - a spell makes everyone fall in love with Aziraphale the moment they see him, except for Crowley, 'cause... you know

I Slithered Here From Eden by Cryptand_Bismol - "yeah, you probably should have kissed him sooner"

air conditioned, love unconditional by fractalgeometry - Aziraphale is a ceiling fan and Crowley is an air conditioner

where the lights burn low and you're only mine by hopelessromantic549 - they move into a cottage and Aziraphale is trying to be rational

Texts from an Unknown Number by GaryOldman - first of the Wrong Number AU series, human AU, Azi's text does not end up where he wanted it to

Family by Association by otherhawk - Warlock finding his nanny

snake time by RosePetalsAndRain - snake Crowley getting cozy in the bookshop

Getting a Wiggle On by Kedreeva - Crowley leaves Azi fake eggs to babysit...

is it that we are dying? by NeverNooitNiet - Aziraphale has to help a dying demon escape from a church in England, 1349 EDIT: put here by mistake, it's sad but with a happy ending!

Press My Petals To Your Heart by ranguvar82 - miscommunication queens talk with flowers

I want it to be an "us" by Mimisempai - first of the Ineffable Growing Love series, S2 fix-it

Fifty Ways to Kiss Your Partner by ICarryDeathOnMyWings - literally fifty types of kisses, how adorable is that, "Fluffy as heck, y'all."

Tangled Up by No1fan15 - just fluff I guess

The Duality of Grief and Forgiveness by SealandRocks - the others arrange a dinner so the ineffable idiots can finally talk

right in front of me by raphvfx - Azi and Crowley finding out about the Good Omens book

Scare me goodnight, my love by The_Rogue_Bard - Crowley being Aziraphale's sleep paralysis demon

The Coffee by Ghostofafruit - Crowley does not like Metatron's coffee

How to Woo a Demon by Bookwormgal - after Armegeddidn't Azi wants to admit his feelings but he just can't do it the normal way, can he

Starting A Trend by somethingscarlet13 - they wanna get married

In the bleak midwinter by HolRose - human AU, a rather confused middle aged bookseller bumps into a handsome red-haired man in black

Miracle me a house by IneffableDemon - After the Amrmageddidn't, the Almighty wants them to play house

Clear As Day by HopeCoppice - Crowley actually knowing Azi's filing system (not a good thing)

Let It Snow by inffablenerd - stuck in the bookshop because of a snowstorm

This Strange Sweetness by KannaOphelia - they admit they're a couple, also there's a pear

Find Out How Much Love The World Can Hold by ineffablefool - Azi starts saying "I love you" at the end of phone calls

The Whole Truth by Aethelflaed - a cursed tome in the bookshop

Forget-me-not by gothikmaus - Five times they erased each other's memory after accidentally confessing their love, plus one time they didn't.

Putting the Endearment in Dear by JoyAndOtherStories - Azi calling everyone my dear, including Crowley

Unrequited by Arielavader - Crowley being a jealous bitch

Happily Ever After by IneffableToreshi - snake Crowley can't change back + ineffable stupidity

Fortune Cookies by PlantsJustWannaHaveFun - Anathema's Armageddidn't afterparty with a bit of future telling

Please tag the authors so they know their work is appreciated❤️

Note: I have not yet read them all but I will be making an AO3 collection as I'll be going through the list

[taloyo]

[hogans-heroes]

Do you have any cuddling headcanons for Buck and Bucky? 🫂❤️ I'm so full of fluffy thoughts

Oh BOY DO I thank you for asking!

Bucky would be an Aggressive cuddler. He’d squish Gale and squeeze the air out of him and shove his face in his stomach and plop his entire weight on him at all opportunities. It’s like having a 180-pound Bernese Mountain Dog that thinks it’s a lap puppy. He’s just so happy to see Gale and he’s cute so he wants to squeeze and nibble! (Yes he’s a nibbler fight me). He would wrap arms and legs around Gale like a koala, especially when drunk, and squeeze so Gale can’t move.

Gale is a very, very soft cuddler. He would go all pliant and half-lidded eyes and dreamy smile. He wants to play with Bucky’s hair and stroke his cheeks and back with fingertips. To nuzzle his face into Bucky’s neck and just have lazy full body contact. He’s like a clingy cat that will not leave you alone. Bucky just laid down on the couch? Here Gale comes quietly padding over and very delicately climbs on Bucky and drapes over his face. Good luck breathing or doing anything else.

They’re the perfect match. Fit together perfectly.

[tiredlilguy]

can I please req Jouno being soft with you? I don't really care if it's hcs or scenarios (maybe w a reader that loves physical touch??), anyhow- take your time ((:

a/n: ASDFASDFADSF YESSS >:D love him, he is so silly and hot and sadistic and psychopathic (isn't he just so dreamy). also my favorite hunting dog. i did both hc's and a scenario... enjoy and ty for requesting hehe :)

pairing: Jouno X GN!Reader cw: N/A, not proofread, probably ooc, tooth-rotting fluff desc: just some soft hc's and scenario for the soul.

he’s quite cold in public with you, but in private he’s SO needy

I can see him being really clingy: arms around your waist all the time, nibbling your ears, wanting to hold your hand or linking arms

Jouno is very quick to deny being needy however, and I can see him getting annoyed if you acknowledge it; he’ll let go of your with a pout, but then he’ll come back like a couple minutes later and bury his head into your neck

I think he just enjoys caressing/touching you in general because you’re such a big comfort for him; being able to be tactile with something that he find comforting is nice (you’re like his safety blanket)

Will follow you around the house with his hands on your waist, and just not say anything

If you’re on a date together in public, he’ll link arms with you; he uses you as an excuse to be his “walking stick” even though he himself doesn’t need one (you know that too, just don’t tell him)

He will relax into you a lot: he’ll lean onto your shoulder and practically melt into your warmth despite being in a noisy subway

Jouno enjoys touch, but he also likes to take you on quiet dates too: flower/strawberry picking (crying, thinking about this one), library dates where you softly read to him, enjoying a new cafe nearby

So long as you’re there, he doesn’t mind the overstimulating noise

He does most of the initiating in physical touch, but if you initiate the touch, he’ll melt

He enjoys it when you brush a hand on his own, when you sit in his lap and caress his cheek or run your hand through his hair

Just don’t tell him that he’s blushing-

He doesn’t often show this softer side in public, but if it’s with you, he’ll be ok :)

(For the scenario… let’s say you’re an assistant that works for the Hunting Dogs)

Walking past the hallway, you had carried a small tray with mugs of coffee inside. You’d left your bed quite earlier than usual, due to being asked to be on-call earlier than usual. To your knowledge, you made sure that Jouno was ready for the day: setting up his uniform at the usual spot, having things around in his usual spots so that he wouldn’t get confused. You tried your best to make life a little bit easier for him, and he was grateful. You smiled, knowing you’d see him again shortly as you were about to deliver coffee.

You gently knocked on the door to a meeting room,” Excuse me… I have coffee!” You’d brewed the coffee yourself using coffee beans that’d come in a shipment the day before. You always felt a sense of pride delivering the morning coffee, as you often recall hearing praises of how well it tasted. You were given entry inside, and you opened the door with a soft greeting. You placed mugs in front of each member, placing the last one on Jouno’s side. Before you could walk out however, you were gently tugged on the sleeve by your lover. You complied, looking over at him curiously. He motioned for you to lean down, and you followed.

“ Meet me in the kitchen after this meeting,” he whispered into your ear, sending somewhat of a shiver down your spine. You let out a soft hum and nodded, standing back up. You took your leave, slipping out of the door without making any noise.

…

You had nothing to do in the mean time, so you sat down on one of the tables in the kitchen. You stared at your feet as you played music into your earphones, swaying your feet up and down. Eventually, you heard footsteps and looked up. It was Jouno, and he looked rather grumpy.

“ Is everything ok, honey?,” you asked gently. However in response, he quickly enveloped you in his arms, pulling you into his lap as he sat down in a chair. You were about to say something again, before he shoved his forehead into your shoulder. You looked over, at him and raised a brow.

“ What’s wrong, my love?,” you gently kissed the side of his head. He let out a soft ‘hmph’ in response.

“ You left me alone this morning hugging a pillow…,” he admitted, though slightly muffled as his head was still on your shoulder.

“ I’m sorry that I made you upset,” you apologized, a hand gently moving to touch his forearm,” I was just on call early.”

“ You could’ve at least woken me up before you left.”

“ You’ve been tired these days, so I let you sleep in until you needed to get up.”

“ That still doesn’t change anything,” he protested.

It went silent for a moment as you both stayed there as you caressed his arms that were tightly around your waist.

Jouno let in a soft inhale,” You smell strongly of coffee.”

“ The coffee beans were very fragrant today… Is that bad?,” you answered.

“ No, I like it,” his replied, his voice unusually soft.

You two enjoyed the small peace for a moment until it was time to continue on with the rest of your days.

[wikiangela]

I wanna spend my forever like that

sick eddie fic is here! this is just the fluffiest, silliest thing, and I'm so excited to share it haha, had so much fun writing this!

rating: G

words: 8.6k

summary: Eddie catches a cold and stubbornly denies he's sick, while a fondly exasperated Buck is trying to take care of him.

[read on Ao3]

___

“'I'm not sick.” Eddie says yet again, slurring a bit sleepily, face half burrowed into his pillow, eyes shut.

“Sure, whatever you say.” Buck hunches down to pull the covers fully over Eddie and tuck him in. Eddie starts fidgeting, complaining and trying to move away from Buck’s hands. And, okay, maybe Buck’s doing too much, maybe he doesn’t need to tuck his grown best friend in. But- but he wants to. He needs to take care of Eddie. Every instinct, every nerve, every cell in his body reaches out to get him to take care of Eddie. He just loves Eddie – he’s in love to his very core.

“Buck, I’m fine.” Eddie tries leaning away, but Buck already pulled the covers tightly around him, so he groans in frustration. “I’m just a little tired.”

“Alright.” Buck responds, rolling his eyes. If that’s what Eddie needs to think to actually take a nap, so be it. Buck will help him get better whether he wants to or not. 

“’m not even very tired. Just need like-” Eddie yawns. “Just five minutes.”

“Okay.” Buck says, knowing it will take much longer. Eddie’s still moving and trying to get more comfy, and Buck’s just looking at him, as he’s still fighting sleep, trying to keep his eyes open, despite admitting he’s tired just a minute ago. Buck can’t help a fond smile that takes place on his face. “Sleep well, Eddie.” he reaches out, without thinking, as if on instinct, and brushes his fingers through the top of Eddie’s hair. And then, thinking even less, he leans down and presses his lips against Eddie’s warm forehead. Eddie immediately stills, all protests and claims about not being sick dying on his lips. Buck straightens up and smiles down at Eddie, who’s looking at him with wide eyes and pink cheeks. 

“Uh, yeah.” Eddie clears his throat, then coughs. 

___

[read on Ao3]

[answer2jeff]

NARROW THOUGHTS : TRAILER.

CARMEN x READER PREVIEW!!!

Warnings: FLUFF, Clingy!Carmen × Reliable!Reader, NOT quite an established relationship, soooo much fluffy fluff. romance with a bit of plot, ZERO use of yln, reader is implied female but little to no use of specific pronouns, mention of the nickname "Pico," short for "Piccola" ; small (young) in italian

official fic here: part one.

this is just a trailer, actual fic is still a work in progress!! feedback of any kind is greatly appreciated :)

wc: 672, English is not my first language, expect mistakes.

You were cold, your jacket soaking wet from the Chicago rain as you made your way onto the L. Your mouth felt dry, your stomach dropping to your feet when you realized you hadn't checked on Carmen all day — and hardy at all that entire week. You figured you didn't have to stress over your absence too much, but a text wouldn't hurt.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket, your eyes glancing over it as you tried to find Carmy's contact through the static in your brain.

Hey. 11:34pm

Haven't seen you in a bit. Did you get home okay? 11:35pm

Your fingers frantically danced around the keyboard, your leg bouncing as you waited for a response. You needed something to calm your nerves. That feeling in your empty belly told you something wasn't right; you must've missed something. 'Fomo,' you called it.

Meanwhile, Carmen was taking his first steps into his apartment for that night, the cold air conditioning doing nothing to provide any comfort from the Chicago cold. He felt his phone vibrate once against his pocket, not thinking to check who it might've been as he tossed his baseball cap onto the couch; until it vibrated a second time.

He fished his phone out from the depths of his pocket, the blue-light shining against his face; your contact name, 'Pico' showing up twice. He removed his wool jacket, letting it fall onto the couch before setting his phone down and peeling off his tight-fitting, white t-shirt and taking a seat on the couch. Carmen held his phone between his hands, his leg bouncing as he thought of what could've justified you texting him after being out of touch with one another, practically all week. But he opened the text.

Just got home. You still on the L? 11:45pm.

He put a hand over his mouth, grazing his thumb over his cheek as he thought of the distance you two experienced. You hadn't visited The Beef all week, you hadn't asked him or Richie for help moving the furniture into the vintage thrift shop that you planned on opening in just 4 weeks.

You licked your lips as you stepped into your apartment, the warm glow from your kitchen making you feel comfortable... and it was empty. Too empty, now that you could afford your place and didn't split rent with your co-worker, Ashley, anymore. You were used to having Carmen here every once and a while, discussing business plans, leaving a jacket or two, but this week was lonely.

You and Carmen knew each other once: two aspiring hotshots in New York City, working alongside each other at the best restaurant on the planet, but this was now. You liked the simplicity of your soon to be vintage coffee shop. Just a little over a year ago, you'd come home with dry, calloused fingers and bits of onion under your finger nails that would burn your eyes later. You couldn't take it anymore. Not after what the head chef put you and Carmen through for the very last time. You left, never considering that Carmen would've returned for any particular reason; but there he was, in Chicago, just 15 minutes away from you by car, fixing up 'mom and dads piece of shit' that his late brother passed onto him.

And something deep in your stomach urged you to see him.

Just tonight. It won't be weird, right? Just two adults trying to catch up on each others lives, like good people, with the little bit of free time they both had.

You felt like you practically owed him a chunk of your leisure. It was the least you could do.

Literally just got off lol. 11:52pm

Can you come over? Just wanna catch up. 11:56pm

You replied, your nails against your teeth as you stared at your phone, waiting impatiently for a response. You stood in your living room, with one of Richie's 'original beef' t-shirts and grey sweatpants, the TV on with no sound emitting from it, and just a little bit of desire in your body: making the tips of your fingers tingle.

[pedroshotwifey]

Christmas Countdown Day 4 - Joel Miller

Strawberry Wine

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Tags/Warnings: none really, pure fluff, Joel needs a hug, reader has anxiety, Ellie playing matchmaker, fluffiest fluff I've ever written, no physical description of reader, soft Joel, not betad

Summary: Ellie convinces you to make an appearance at the community Christmas dance. Luckily for you, she dragged Joel along too.

A/N: Y'all. This is actually so fucking fluffy like I had no idea I could do that. I wrote this mostly listening to "Strawberry Wine" by Deana Carter and I highly recommend you listen to it as you read. I actually imagined the reader to be somewhere in their thirty's and Joel somewhere in his fifty's, but none of that is really mentioned so you can imagine however you would like. Can also be pictured as either Joel :)

***

You don’t recognize the song playing as you step into the barn. It sounds like it could be George Strait, but you can’t be sure. 

You take a look around at how the building’s been decorated for the holidays. Garland, bows, and wreaths hang from the walls and windows, and there are white Christmas lights swooping from beams at the ceiling. 

The entire ambiance is warm and cozy, the lighting just right, the heat at the perfect temperature, and the music playing at just the right volume. It makes you want to stay a while, which was not what you had expected when Ellie invited you to come. 

Although you’re a good bit older than she is, you have a general anxiety that she understands. You had been timid about her coming around at first, but she didn’t give it up even after you expressed your problem, and you figured you might as well give her a chance if she was giving you one in return. 

Now, you see Ellie on a regular basis and really appreciate her kindness and friendship. Though you’re not quite sure how exactly she convinced you to come to the community Christmas dance. 

People you know smile at you as you walk through the crowd, and it makes you feel a little more welcome. You realize, as you do every now and again, that nobody is judging you. These people are your friends, and they’re glad you’re here. The thought makes you relax further. 

Still, you peer over heads as much as you can in search of Ellie. You make it all the way to the bar by the time you realize she must not be here yet. 

No, that doesn’t make sense, because just as you come to that conclusion, you spot Joel Miller sitting at the corner of the bar, his forearms resting on the top. Your stomach flutters and you silently scold yourself. 

Maybe you should ask him where Ellie might be, you think to yourself. Even if that may sound like the most logical thing to do, you know that you’re just using it as an excuse to finally talk to him.

You can tell that he’s the same way as you. Reclusive, hesitant. You see him for that and you respect him. He probably got dragged here the same exact way you did. 

He looks slightly uncomfortable, looking down at the whiskey in front of him and then around the room every couple of minutes. Hell, you probably look just as out of place right now. 

You need to find Ellie; she’ll help you blend in. You need to ask Joel. You nod slightly to yourself and take a step toward him, your heartbeat suddenly in your throat.

No, you decide as you start walking his way. You should ask him to dance with you. You’re already out of your comfort zone as it is, why now venture further? What could it hurt? 

Realistically, you know that’s a dumb way of thinking, but it doesn’t mean you’re going to acknowledge that fact. 

You know that he’s caught you looking at him, he probably knows how you feel about him, and he’s never said anything. You’re not dumb either, he’s sent some looks of his own your way. You don’t think you imagined it. At the very least, he doesn’t dislike you. 

You take a deep breath and lift yourself into the seat next to him.

“Hey,” you say in the least awkward way you can manage. “Come here with Ellie?” you ask as you put your forearms on the bar, mimicking his stance. 

He looks you up and down, his brows furrowed with slight confusion. You two never really interact, and you definitely don’t ever show any kind of sign that you might want to other than your stolen glances. While you see that as shyness and fear of giving yourself away, he sees it as plain disinterest. 

“Uh, yeah,” he says, his deep southern drawl warming you to a melting point. “What’s goin’ on?” 

You don’t answer at first, too busy admiring how beautiful he looks up close. His brown eyes are deep but warm, his lips just plump enough to make you want to lean in and kiss him. He looks inviting but guarded at the same time, and you have no idea how he manages. 

It’s not often you get to see him like this. Usually it’s only in passing if you’re hanging out with Ellie and he happens to be around. Unfortunately, that’s never stopped you from having a stupid big crush on him.

Joel clears his throat and turns back to his drink when you say nothing, obviously not in the mood for games. “I just wanted–,” you panic and blurt a little too loudly. Joel flinches at the unexpected outburst and you grimace. 

“Sorry,” you say sheepishly as he turns back to face you. You can see a ghost of an amused smile on his face now, and it makes your stomach do a backflip. 

He nods slowly and subtly, taking you in as he seemingly contemplates whether or not he wants to entertain whatever you want from him. The blush creeping up your cheeks makes you seem disarming enough for him to decide he might as well. 

“I was just wondering if, um,” you suddenly find yourself more nervous than you had anticipated. You swear it’s those eyes, the way they bore into you so attentively, like he can see your every thought. 

Joel sits up straighter, prompting you to do the same. 

“C’mon now, darlin,” he says, not impatiently, but amused. “Spit it out.” 

You almost choke at the pet name which does nothing to help your stuttering or your blush. 

“I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to, uh–and you really don’t have to if you don’t feel like it, so please don’t feel pressured or anything–but I just saw you over here alone and thought that you could–wow, I’m sorry I’m just kind of noticing that this is a dumb question, like of course you don’t want to–”

You get cut off from your rambling when Joel places a hand on your shoulder, a look of concern on his face. 

“Woah, sweetheart, why don’t you just slow down a bit. Have a sip of water or somethin,” he suggests and waves to the bartender to order you a glass. 

You must be the shade of a tomato at this point. 

“Sorry,” you say, determined to just fucking get it out. You steel yourself and look up at him.

“I was wondering if you would like to dance with me,” you say with a surprisingly smooth confidence that contradicts your every action from the last five minutes.

Joel looks taken aback but the smile that creeps onto his face settles your nerves. 

“You sure that’s what you want, darlin?” he asks. “I don’t think I’ve danced in damn near twenty-five years. Probably be trippin’ over my feet more than anythin’.” 

He’s surprised you would want such a thing, and not entirely convinced that you mean it. Why on God’s green earth would you even waste time talking to him? 

You laugh and shake your head. 

“Of course I’m sure,” you say reassuringly. “To tell you the truth: I’m not much of a dancer either,” you admit in a whisper, as if it’s some big secret you don’t want to get out. 

He laughs quietly a bit as the bartender slides a water over. He takes it and pushes it your way. 

“Alright darlin’, guess we’ll just have to figure it out together, huh?” he asks with a chuckle. 

You ignore the blood rushing to your cheeks again as you nod at him. If you’re being honest, you hadn’t expected him to really take you up on your offer. He almost seems surprised himself that he did. 

You take a sip of your water before reaching your hand out. He takes it and lets you drag him slowly toward the crowd. 

Just as you step onto the floor, the lights dim and “Strawberry Wine” By Deana Carter starts to play. You smile at Joel and he smiles right back. In this moment, every ounce of nervousness and insecurity leaves your body. 

You find a relatively empty spot on the crowded floor and throw your arms around his neck. He grins down at you and pulls you closer to him with his hands interlocked on your lower back. 

The two of you find a rhythm almost immediately. You sway slowly and comfortably to the music, resting your head on his chest. You close your eyes and breath in his scent. Sandalwood, fresh linen, an earthy spice. You can’t imagine anything suiting him better. 

He slowly moves his hands so that one is placed on your hip, and the other is cupping the back of your head, holding you close to him as if you could disappear into thin air. 

There’s a gentle press of something on the top of your head, and you smile as you realize that he just planted a kiss there. He then rests his chin where his lips had touched, breathing out a sigh and closing his eyes. 

The two of you rock back and forth together, completely enamored in the closeness and comfort of each other. The fact that Joel is able to make you relax so completely with just his presence is enough to bring tears to your eyes. You don’t remember the last time you felt so completely safe. 

Your eyes open and you stare off to the wooden floorboards beneath your feel, focusing on Joel’s soothing heartbeat against your ear. Being in his arms brings you a sense of belonging that makes you never want to leave his grasp. He breathes deeply in a fashion that brings you to believe he’s thinking the same thing.

As the song is ending, the two of you pull away just enough to gaze into each other’s eyes, both pairs watery. You had both forgotten how wondrous it feels to be in another’s warm embrace. 

He sees the want in your eyes that mirrors his so greatly and he takes it as permission to lean down for you to meet him halfway. You reach up to lock your lips with his just as the song fades out.

The kiss is hesitant and slow, but filled with desire and yearning at the same time. He cups the back of your head more firmly and slides his hand enough to let his thumb brush along your cheek, wiping away a tear that had fallen. 

You have a feeling that this won’t be your last dance with Joel Miller. 

***

Honestly not sure how I feel about this. Please let me know if y'all liked it and/or you would like to see more like it. Thank you for reading <3

Another big, fat, juicy thanks to @mandoalorian for hosting this challenge and also to @planet-marz1 for this post and to @iknowisoundcrazy for commenting on said post which gave me the ultimate inspiration for today’s prompt. (Sorry that was a mouthful 😭)

Link to prompt list

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Err on The Side of Awesome

(Not my gif)

Kol Mikaelson's Daughter Headcanons

Requested by: @katherinereilly19

Here lies my Masterlist

You were adopted by Kol and Davina Claire-Mikaelson at age six from a Catholic orphanage run by nuns who all thought you were some sort of demon child.

See, like your adopted father, you were a witch and had come into your power rather early. Davina had been sensing some odd power flares in the area and, when she and Kol had gone to investigate, there you were - a sweet, little bundle of mischief with more power than you knew what to do with.

To say that you had Kol wrapped around your little finger from the first second he saw you would be no exaggeration. Seriously. 

Kol had never thought himself fit to be a husband, let alone a parent. It still baffles him some days that Davina agreed to marry him - most days in fact - it just seemed too good to be true. They traveled the world for a while and then… Well, Davina, she…

She said she wanted kids.

She didn't say that she used to want kids or that she would have wanted them had she married someone else. Davina said she wanted to be a mom. With him. She said she wanted to have a kid with him and she wanted Kol to be that kid's dad.

At first, he almost thought it was a joke. Who in their right mind would trust him with a child? But no, Davina was serious. 

And it terrified him.

Kol is well aware of just how miserably his parents screwed up their job and he's pretty sure he couldn't do any worse but that doesn't mean he'd do well.

But the guy took just one look at you and he knew without a doubt that there was no alternative realm, no obscure future, and no minuscule probability in which he could cause you any harm.

For the first little while, you were convinced (thanks to the nuns) that you would have to be an absolute angel of a child in order to be wanted by your new parents. You helped clean things, refrain from using your magic, made your bed, brushed your teeth, and never asked for anything.

Three months in, you dropped a plate and broke down crying, begging Mr. and Mrs. Claire-Mikaelson (because you wouldn't dare call them mom and dad) not to send you back.

What began as your average Tuesday afternoon turned into a deeply formative experience when Kol sat you on his knee, looked you in the eyes, and said:

"Y/N, darling, I want you to listen to me very closely, alright? There is absolutely nothing on this earth you can do or say that will make your mother and I love you any less. There is no such thing as good enough - there is no bar you have to meet - only what you are. Now, a plate is infinitely replaceable, but you are our daughter and I will love you until the end of time. That makes you infinitely more valuable than a plate. Okay?"

"O-okay… dad?"

That was a day you never forgot as you grew older. 

Speaking of growing, no matter how old you get, Kol can and will pick you up by the ankle and hold you upside down. It never gets old.

Also, piggy-back rides.

You did go through a phase where you were convinced there was a monster in your closet.

"Dad! There's a monster in my closet and it wants to eat my toes!"

"Really? Well, I must applaud the audacity."

There were quite a few nights you spent cuddled up between them as Davina braided your hair and Kol told you a story until you fell asleep. 

Kol always refers to you and Davina as "his girls".

He's always willing to play with you, whether it be a game of tag or a complex drama plot with your dolls. (His personal favorite was when you decided to reenact the French Revolution in Barbie form.)

Daddy-Daughter Days are 100% a thing. The two of you are huge movie and arcade goers. Not to mention huge fantasy nerds. From Deltora Quest to Harry Potter to the freaking Wheel of Time - your fascination with the fantastical never fades as you grow. You never thought yourself too old to be read to at night, so Kol never stopped the tradition.

You're a little (a lot) spoiled. But not in a bad way. You're not ungrateful but let's just say you have quite a few pets.

Auntie Bex is always more than willing to babysit when your parents want some time to themselves. You remind her of Kol when he was a kid and she adores that.

Play-Dates with your cousin Hope mean quite a few headaches for your uncles Klaus and Elijah. Aunt Hayley thinks you're absolutely hilarious while Aunt Cami is convinced you're like 4 different varieties of insane. She might have a point there.

When you're old enough to be in school, you can always count on your parents to help you with your homework. You never would have made it through middle or high school without your dad, Kol is insanely good at math and chemistry. However, when it comes to anything to do with history or government, he passes the torch to Davina because even though he lived through it, he literally never paid enough attention to remember anything.

Parent-Teacher conferences are always interesting. 

"Y/N is so intelligent. Truly a joy to have in class."

"Is she now?"

Neither of them buys it for a second. You have a mischievous streak a mile long, the teacher just doesn't know that you're the one putting tacks on her chair. Kol is honestly proud and Davina may try to be the voice of reason but she can't help laughing at just how alike father and daughter turned out to be.

Now, if Hope is "miraculously well adjusted" then you're probably something like a thirty-year-old in an eight-year-old body. You're like the most chill child perhaps ever. However, just like your father, your maturity level varies with the situation.

For example, Klaus once decided it would be a good idea to whip out the "You're not even a real Mikaelson" card at a family reunion. It wasn't long before Davina had thrown Klaus into a wall and Kol and Marcel were at each other's throats. 

You honestly weren't even bothered. You knew your parents loved you and that was enough so you simply said:

"I'm sorry you feel that way."

And went back to eating your dinosaur chicken nuggets.

Marcel - apparently still a little touchy on that subject - was the last to sit down again. Little did he know just how proficient you had become with teleporting objects. Naturally, you were smirking when the whoopie cushion did its noble work.

Kol is terrified that he'll lose touch with you as you grow older.

This fear never comes to fruition.

The trust between you and your parents is something every other child ever would envy. They trust your judgment and, in turn, you trust the very few restrictions they put in place for you. It's crazy because they honestly never get mad. Like ever.

However, their disappointment is the worst thing you'll ever endure. 

 They told you not to go out one night because an old enemy of Klaus' was wandering around town. You went out anyway and you were attacked. Now, you were powerful enough to fight off your assailant and kill him, but you didn't come out of that fight unscathed. You had to limp home and tell your dad what had happened. 

"Are you mad at me?"

"No. I've done much worse in my life, for much dumber reasons. To be mad at you would make me a hypocrite. I just know you're better than this - Y/N, you've shown me that you're better than this. I'm not angry with you. I'm just extraordinarily disappointed."

It happens only once and never again.

Growing up with those two for parents ensured that you quickly mastered your magic and became one of the most powerful and skilled witches of all time. But don't think for a second that you would ever be used. They would never allow that to happen.

As you reach middle and high school, a rumor begins going around that your dad is a vampire. You just snort really loud and make no further comment. It leaves everyone wondering.

First boyfriend?

Heaven help the poor sod. 

"If you ever lay your hands on my daughter against her will, you will find that you no longer have hands. I will use the bones of them to fashion myself a new pen, with which I shall write your death certificate. Do I make myself clear?"

Once you're old enough, the basement becomes something of a witchy lab space.

Explosions are… frequent.

*Coughing* "Thank goodness your mother wasn't home for that one."

"Think again, Mikaelson."

"Oh shi-"

"Uh… Hi mom!"

You're probably the healthiest Mikaelson.

When the time comes for you to graduate, it's a hard dose of reality for Kol. He understands he has to let you live your life and he would never dream of taking that away as it was taken from him, but it's just hard.

You'll never stop being his little girl.

Special thanks to: @her-violent-delights

[cevansbaby-dove]

Pov:Your going over some lines with Chris and it gets cute

pairing: Best Friend!ChrisX Best Friend!Reader

"y/n come on we have to read this script by tonight" You heard Chris say from the living room. "ok ok hang on" You grab your coffee cup and walk in and sit by him. "okay where were we?" he points at your papers. "Here" "Got it"

"Brad we should I should go" You glance at Chris and he says. "Wait! please....my dear fair one don't leave me"

"Come on this whole thing is crazy we aren't meant for each other" Chris looks at his lines then looks into your eyes. "i still remember you as a little girl who overwaters plants because she doesn't know when you stop giving."

You felt your blood pumping faster in your heart, even though they are words on a movie you two are in he still sounded like he meant them with his whole being.

"I can only give so much Brad, It's who I am" Chris smiles. "See your a natural with this!" You gave him a smile. "It's just a movie Chris" he smiles taking your hand in his. "And you'll be the star"

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