#here's some fluff

[noodlejaq]

I'm so soft for Shattered Celine with the girls hngggghh,,

[tangledcostellations]

Dream about me.

[poledancingghostson]

that's gravity for you

9-1-1 | Buddie | Rated E | 5.4k words

It's so gentle, just a brush of lips before Eddie pulls back. He feels like he just shot himself into the sun. Like the moment their lips touched he was burnt to ashes. No, it's more than that. Disintegrated somehow. His atoms absorbed into the corona. 

There's something about the way Buck is looking at him now. Stunned, sure, but happy. His mouth has fallen open, a surprised, “Oh,” falling out as it pulls into a smile. 

“Sorry,” Eddie breathes. But he isn't. He's not sure what he is, but he knows he isn't sorry. That piece of him– it finally shifted into place. 

Buck shakes his head. “It's okay.” They just stand there for a while, neither of them moving away, neither of them moving to kiss each other again. “We can…if you want, we can just forget that– the, uh, the alcohol, you know?”

“Is that what you want?” Eddie asks, trying to control the shaking in his voice. 

Buck shakes his head again. “No.” 

“Me neither,” Eddie admits. 

 “Then what–”

Eddie kisses him again. It's gentle still. Slow. But this time he doesn't pull away. He lets himself feel it. The surprising softness of his lips, the scratch of his stubble, the unfamiliar firmness of his body as he presses closer. He's bigger than Eddie– taller and broader. He's never felt that before. He never realized how much he wanted to. 

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[littlebookreader]

Elias, clearly drunk: I love Peter!

Elias : He has the most incredible voice and he’s amazing. Shame about the divorce or I'd tell him myself.

Peter: *blushes* Elias-

Elias: Shhh! Don’t tell him! His head will get all bloated, and he'll just be even worse, no no, I cannot tell him.

Peter, smiling softly: Okay, that's enough Leitners for you today, get some rest.

[zebrashavestripes]

New chapter of my 5 languages of love fic is here! Some of Guillermo’s POV this time! I hope you like it <3 I really love writing these two, they’re so much fun (I know I’m new here, so thank you to everyone who’s let me say my things and post my works, I really appreciate it)

An extract:

“What’s been going on with you and Nandor?”

Guillermo shrugged helplessly. “I honestly have no idea what’s going on, it’s so weird I want to suffocate myself with my pillow.” He held up his wrist. “You see this? It’s a shoelace. Nandor gave it to me and said it was a ‘bracelet of friendship’. The man’s losing it.” He shook his head. “Do you know what’s going on?”

Greg and Alex shared a look. “Honestly, it’s hard to tell with you guys.”

Guillermo sighed, deflating against the back of the couch. “At least I’m not the only one.”

They’re so adorable oh my god (also, my sleep meds are really kicking in, sorry if this is incoherrent, i just really wanted to post on halloween <3)

[tristinai]

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

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tina Chen/ST300 Android(s), Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed Characters: Tina Chen (Detroit: Become Human), Gavin Reed, Upgraded Connor | RK900, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), ST300 Android(s) (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson Additional Tags: Tina300, reed900, Rom-com hijinks, HankCon friendship, Wingman Shenanigans, Ninety percent of Gavin and Nines dialogue is them screaming at each other, Tina just wants to ask the pretty android on a date, POV Alternating, Fluff and Humor Summary:

Tina is secretly crushing on the ST300 android, Grace, who works at the reception desk. Gavin and Nines compete to be her wingman but spend more time fighting with each other than actually helping her. Connor just wants to be included.

Happy Valentine's Day, DBH fandom :)

[highlifeboat]

Hand kisses, because Serana is a gentleman.

[baronessblixen]

9 from the fluff dialogue prompts if you get to it. 💜

Some fluff set in/after "All Things". Tagging @today-in-fic

Prompt: "Your heart is my heart, and mine is yours. We borrowed each other’s and never gave them back.”

He wakes right before the morning, before the first hues of dawn have a chance to color the sky in their softer hues. His body languid, he opens his eyes, blinking away sleep. It's not unusual for him to wake in the night. What's not usual, though, is the warm body next to him. For a brief moment he thinks he's still asleep, dreaming. How often has he dreamed of waking up with Scully? Countless times. And there she is. He watches her chest rise and fall, rise and fall.

"You're awake," she whispers, her voice a shade he's never heard. So is her hair. It's messy too. He feels his lips curl up into a lazy, happy smile.

"You're here," he says, taking a deep breath, smelling her and smelling them, together. "You're still here." He scoots closer, his arm sneaking around her soft curves, needing to feel her again. She lets him. More than that, she moves with him, wants to be touched.

"Why are you awake?" he asks, nuzzling her neck. He has a new favorite spot; right where her neck and her shoulder meet. He kisses her there, spends long seconds just luxuriating in her softness.

"Been thinking."

"Hmm, don't do that." Without her saying it, he knows what she's been thinking about. Them. What they did. No doubt she's been questioning her decision to slip into his bed last night, kiss him, ask him to make love. He doesn't regret it. Not a single moment. How could he? He's been waiting so long. But this is Scully. He knows her fear. He understands it even. Don't push her, he thinks as his lips find her pulse, quick and alive.

"There are so many things to… consider."

"What's there to consider?" He props his head on her shoulder and looks at her. All he sees are her outlines and yet, he is convinced he sees worry lines form around her eyes. He hears her mind working, her thoughts racing. "We love each other."

"We- wait, what?" She moves away from him, but only so that she can see him. He should have phrased that better. But in his defense, his mind has not caught up yet, is still replaying last night. Touching her, tasting her and loving her. He does love her and he told her so several times. Last night, too. Though knowing Scully, she probably doesn't count love declarations in the throes of passion. Just like she doesn't count them after Bermuda Triangle adventures.

"I love you, Scully," he says matter-of-factly.

"I- I, what, um-"

"You don't have to say it back yet," he assures her, putting his arms around her. This is all he needs. Her. He can wait for her to say the words. She's shown him in so many ways, day after day, year after year.

"You know," he mumbles against her skin, his mouth back on his new favorite spot. "Your heart is my heart, and mine is yours. We borrowed each other’s and never gave them back." Busy kissing her, he doesn't notice the change right away. But something is different. Scully is… laughing?

"I didn't know sex would turn you into a poet."

"I've always been a poet, Scully. You've just never cared for my passionate sonnets."

"Of course," she says with a soft laugh, her hand stroking his back.

"I don't want you to worry." He turns serious again. "There's no need. We've got this. Well, you've got my heart, anyway."

"And you have mine." She looks at him as if he were a puzzle, one she's about to finally solve.

"I do?" he asks, knowing the answer.

"You know you do," she says, leaning in. "Just like you know that I love you."