#fluff so much fluff

[marcuspikegf]

missing harry and maya dynamic already ughhhhhhhh

me too i am having withdrawals <3 anyway here’s a wips for the next chapter!!! (if anyone is wondering this is, part 1 of the fic is here)

wip, this little light of mine:

he does a lot of things for those he cares about, overcompensates for something he lacks, clearly he lacks something, or he’d be married by now. instead, he has the memory of you and your daughter sitting into the cab, as the rain starts to get heavier. larger drops hitting against the floor. before the door closes, he can see maya’s bright smile on her face, full of light and radiance, sitting on your lap with your arms around her, like she is the most precious thing in the world.

she waves at him, her little hand cupped like a princess would. he laughs at that, and you look at him with a sparkle in your eyes.

“tank ‘ou!” her voice is so sweet, like all the sugar she ate.

if he smiles any harder, he’ll probably be stuck like this all day. something warms in his stomach, and he doesn’t walk away until he can see the cab pull off and turn the corner.

maya’s hair is coming out of her plaits, and you take the elastics out, running a hand through her curls, bouncing around every time she moves. she’s always moving, fidgeting with her hands, the buttons on her coat this time.

the taxicab driver catches your eye as she drives through the streets, your daughter sitting happily on your lap, tugging at the straps of your dress. she always gets a little bored from time to time.

“your daughter is so cute,” she says, you can see her smile in the mirror, and you give a smile back, blushing with pride. that is your daughter, and she is the cutest girl in the whole world.

“but she’s got daddy’s curls, through and through.” she adds, with a smile on her face.

“oh they’re-“ your heart hammers to a standstill, and you think back to harry. of course the driver is talking about harry, waving you off on the side of the road. your daughter is not his, and yet the curls that you’re currently trying to tame are a mirror image of his.

you freeze for a moment, and swallow, remembering the kindness in his eyes. “yeah, she gets it from him.” you smile, and maya frowns as you tug at her curls again, trying to tame them into her two plaits like this morning.

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me thinking about how cute harry and maya and reader are and how they’re truly the missing part in each other’s lives:

[dragonsandcupboards]

📖 Fic Snippet: [You Tame My Heart, I Charm Yours], a sequel to Of Taming Dragons and Charming Cupboards

This is something I physically NEEDED to write, and I finally did it! Not explicit (for once), but veeery fluffy and sweet. Guys, not gonna lie, it happened solely for this one part:

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“Marry me.”

“What?” Draco’s head snapped up.

“I mean it.” Harry gripped his waist tighter, terrified and certain in equal measure. “I know it sounds mad, and you may not have planned on doing the whole marriage thing twice, but I can’t… I can’t pretend I don’t want this anymore.”

Draco stared at him, utterly gobsmacked.

“I know this came out of nowhere,” Harry said, cursing under his breath. Had he completely miscalculated? “And you’d deserve something more original than some clichéd proposal in Paris like a million other people have, but…” He caught Draco’s hand and threaded their fingers together. “I know for a fact that if I had a ring and a proper plan, I’d never find the courage to do it. So…” His heart was beating so fast it might have leapt off the balcony on its own. “Will you do me the honour? What you’d say?”

He looked into those grey eyes, breath held. And of all the reactions he thought Draco might have, it certainly wasn’t for that stunned expression to collapse into an eye-roll and a long-suffering sigh. In one smooth motion, Draco tugged his hand free and reached into his pocket, pulling out… a velvet box.

“Is that…?”

It was Harry’s turn to gape.

“Yes, you berk, it is,” Draco said, flicking his nose and setting the box on the railing. “Clichéd Paris proposal? Unoriginal? Really? Thank you ever so much for that.”

“But…” Harry’s eyes widened in horror as the realisation dawned. “This whole trip… you insisting on it…”

“Well, yes.” Draco’s smile turned sour with exasperation. “In hindsight, I might’ve spent the money on my own ring, seeing as I’m clearly not getting one. Oh no,” he snapped the box away just as Harry reached for it. “You’re not wearing this one—I’m quite sure no one’s asked you to marry them.”

“Oh, come on.”

“Absolutely not!” Draco yelped as Harry lunged, shoving the box behind his back.

“Give it to me. Give me the bloody ring, Draco! I want it.”

They wrestled; Harry was half laughing, half desperate, and finally managed to wrench the box free…almost. He had it in his grasp when Draco’s nails scratched across his palm and he jerked.

Both of them watched in dawning horror as the small, dark blue box bounced once against the railing and then vanished into the dark street below.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Draco groaned, throwing his hands up and storming off the balcony to slam the glass door behind him.

Harry stared down at the street where the ring had disappeared, and slowly, irresistibly, a grin spread across his face.

Yay, if you feel you could like the rest of it, click here.

[andyouloveme-agere]

'cause all girls feel too big sometimes, regardless of their size (1/1, 1800 words)

“Tisha, honey.” Sprout says, stopping her before she can walk into her room. She’s tired, he can tell. He always can. He makes sure to pay more attention to her. It’s Saturday, which means tomorrow is pack bonding day, which means both of her littles will probably be small. And Tisha hasn’t regressed since last week.

[baphmochii]

Random Sal Fisher HC's:

- This guy is a cuddle monster, he loves giving his s/o affection. Even if his s/o is moody and just not having it (bad day) he will give you affection to show you he's always here for you and that he loves you. 💙

- I feel like Sal would allow his s/o to like ride on them (not sexual) like how baby animals ride on their mothers backs. I feel like Sal would let his s/o do that mostly because he finds it heckin' adorable but also because, they begged him if they could. He's chill ✨✨

- I know this is already canon (he paints his nails) but like.. Sal absolutely loves when his s/o paints his nails all kinda of colours, doesn't even matter if it's pink. He loves that his s/o is doing this.

- okay okay.. Sal would definitely let his s/o play and do his hair!! You do all kinds of stuff with his hair braid it, pet it, it's so soft too! He just loves it!! Sal is the type of guy that loves his hair being played with, I feel like it calms him too.

- I know it takes Sal awhile for him to feel comfortable with showing his face but when he is comfortable with it, you're blown away at how beautiful he is. I feel like Sal would love that you aren't afraid of his appearance. I feel like he would be thrilled and happy you find him handsome/beautiful. I also feel like he would be over the moon that you aren't afraid to touch his face, he would lean in to your soft touch. He loves this and he's very happy to have you, his s/o in his life.

[flydinom]

Nose kiss

[elisela]

other plans lydia x jordan, daylight, fluff prompt: apple cider

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The second Danny walks through the coffee shop door, Lydia decides it’s time. It’s not really—they’d discussed waiting another two weeks to drop the news, but working around everyone’s schedule is a little bit of a nightmare and if the opportunity is dropped in her lap she doesn’t see why she shouldn’t take it. She’d only planned to meet Allison but Scott and Derek had been there when they’d arrived, Stiles had dropped by claiming he was on a lunch break (but was no doubt supposed to be out on patrol with the way he kept checking his radio), and Jackson had walked in the door not long after. Danny’s the last one she needs, thanks to Kira being up at the counter.

Still, she waits a little bit for an opportunity to arise. Stiles talks for a bit about his and Derek’s ongoing house hunt (Lydia has seen what Stiles deems acceptable and she doesn’t envy his husband), Jackson relays a story about court, and Lydia gets the opening she was looking for when Kira wanders over and asks if she can get anyone refills.

“Yeah, to-go,” Stiles says, swiping his cup off the table and holding it out. “Half-and-half this time? Thanks.”

Danny orders a latte, Jackson leans across her to swipe a drink of Derek’s and ask for whatever he has, and then Kira looks at Lydia and she smiles. “Apple cider, please,” she says, passing the mug she’d still been holding up. “And could you switch the caramel out with the butterscotch syrup?”

“The apple cider latte?” Kira asks, and Lydia shakes her head.

“Just the spiced cider.”

Danny gives her an amused look across the table after Kira repeats the orders. “Maybe I should try the cider if it’s worth skipping coffee,” he muses. “Never thought I’d see the day you turned down an espresso.”

“Well, I had one this morning,” she says, shrugging, “and you’re supposed to limit caffeine when you’re pregnant.”

“That’s true,” Stiles says from her other side, “I read it—wait, pregnant?” She winks at him and he pulls her into a hug; she allows her face to be smashed into his shoulder for a few moments before she pushes off him gently, accepting hugs from the others as they all talk over each other and Jordan comes out from behind the counter and blushes when they start teasing him.

“Congratulations,” Jackson says quietly, nudging her with his elbow. “That wasn’t your plan though, I’m pretty sure I remember a wedding to rival the royals and then kids a few years after.”

“To be fair, you were a part of that plan, I had a field’s medal,” she says, leaning into him until he wraps his arm around her shoulder. “Guess life had other plans.”

He meets her gaze, searching her face. “You happy about it?”

“Over the moon,” she says, smiling up at him. “She’s going to be so loved.”

There’s a clatter on her other side and over the talking she can hear Stiles’ voice, loud and bordering on high-pitched. “Wait, she? We’re gonna have a girl?” and Lydia tips her head back to find Jordan above her, looking down fondly as Stiles claims godfather and immediately starts arguing with Danny over which one of them will be a better choice.

“She really is,” Jackson says. “But if you make Stilinski godfather over me, you’re not going to be.”

[psychdelia]

Sometimes Billy will get really clingy with Steve—like physically clingy. Like, the entire day will be non-stop hand-holding, cuddling on the couch, Billy draping himself against Steve’s back with his arms wrapped around his waist and nuzzling into the back of his neck when Steve is trying to cook or wash dishes.

Obviously Steve is suuuper into it 🥺

clingy billy rights clingy billy rights. i read a hc once about post s3 billy having separation anxiety and making steve hang out with him in the bathroom while he showers and it Wrecked Me for Days. i’ll try to find who posted it and @ them! (edit: it’s @lesbianferrissbueller’s hc tysm for that hc)

but YES one of billys love languages is touch. i hc that post s3 hes genuinely afraid of his hands and how they’ve been forced to hurt people so he tries not to touch anyone or anything that he can destroy. the first couple months of living with joyce she has to plate his dinner on paper plates because 1.) his hands tremble too much for him to do it without dropping a utensil or something and 2.) joyce’s plates bring back memories of hurting someone even before he was possessed.

anyways i’m getting into sad hcs when this is Not a sad hc i’m So Sorry. BUt yes. the first month or so is hard since hes too scared to touch steve. steve doesn’t know how to break it to him that he can touch him and won’t break or hurt him so he just. grabs billys hands, rubs his scarred palms with his thumbs. kisses his knuckles before raising them and letting them rub over his body - starting at his chest and going up his neck, jaw, then face. after that billy gets more comfortable with touching steve and within a week he’s just. clingy and touchy and steve loves it. he’ll be making breakfast and a groggy billy will appear behind him, burying his face into steve’s neck and wrapping his arms around him as he cooks. he likes to feel steve there, especially when he gets anxious or has a bad day. will force steve to hold his hand or wrap his arms around billy. sometimes he just manhandles steve onto the couch or bed in the seated position he wants him in and just climbs into his lap. can sit there for hours in the same position and steve is happy to oblige. will rub billys back and squeeze his hips and kiss his head aaaahhhh

[aki-draws-things]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I finally made it! The fluff is in!! *cheering* And part of a non-chronological series that will focus on STRIKE family. Don't know what other parts of the series will be there, or when, just letting inspiration hit me. Don't know how fluffy the others will be, too... it's not my go-to genre actually. But we'll definitely have Jack and Muffin hiding away from fireworks, that's for sure.

I called you guilty for causing this fic but damn! I absolutely loved writing it!! :D @miii-chaaan