Ever Since Author: letsjustsee Word Count: 10.5k Summary: Louis once again went to leave, but before he could reach the door he heard Barkley jumping off the bed behind him. The giant dog accosted Louis before he could get through, nudging Louis’ legs with all his weight and making him stumble, and Louis had to grab the doorframe to steady himself. “What the heck, Barkley?” Louis was mostly talking to himself, aware that Barkley couldn’t actually understand him, but he had never witnessed the dog acting so oddly. He turned around when he heard a quiet murmur coming from the bed. “What?” He hadn’t been able to make out what Harry said, but at Louis’ question he sat up in bed, hair already wild from the pillow, eyes heavy, and Louis’ stomach gave a little flip. “He wants you to stay.”
Or, a very fluffy AU where Louis finds a lost dog that he wishes he could keep - until he meets his owner, who he wishes he could keep more
Talked with @polyjosephs about Credence’s hair cut being subject to interesting bed heads a while back, and I couldn’t help myself :’) Thanks for the references dude!
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Hi Jo!So I'm super excited for the next ep, I'm hoping that it'll fix all of the mistakes that were made in 2x07. until that, let me sneak in a random question into your ask box: do you think malec call each other nicknames/pet names?
Hi Nitsa! Same here, I’m excited and I hope my internet here is strong enough to sustain my livestream~
I mean, we all know Magnus uses pet names with like, everybody. Biscuit here, darling there, sweetheart over at the back. So Alec isn’t surprised when he’s fumbling around the kitchen and Magnus shows up, one hand combing through bed hair and another muffling a yawn and mumbles out “what’s cooking, pumpkin?” As much as Alec thinks that’s endearing, he hates that he has to suppress the idea that he has used the nickname on one too many lovers. So the next time they’re kissing in bed; hands under each other’s shirts, long legs tangled in an organised mess and Alec slides his fingers along Magnus’ ribcage just right, tearing a breathless “Alexander” out of him, Alec steels himself.
“I love it when you call me that,” Alec pauses, a few seconds longer, betraying the casual tone of his voice. And Magnus is astute, even when he’s seconds away from dragging Alec down towards him because his lips are not where they should be, and he drags out, voice thick as honey, “Of course, my Alexander”, with a steady gaze. And Alec knows that Magnus gets it, and he finally seals Magnus’ lips with his.
Alec’s awkward with nicknames. Now that he’s thinking about it, he realises that the only one whom he calls with a nickname is Izzy and doesn’t everyone call her that? Well, except Magnus; and now that he’s thinking of him, he’s troubled over whether Magnus would like to have that: a pet name. Darling? Too common, Magnus practically calls everybody that. Baby? No way, he’d rather die than have to call someone that. Mags? Alec makes a face.
“What’s with that face? Wait, don’t tell me Izzy made this,” Jace glares at the spoonful of stew he was about to put into his mouth and his eyes dart between Alec and the pot in between them. Alec’s confused for a moment but he shakes his head and puts his spoon down, to which Jace sighs in relief and shoves the spoon into his mouth.
“Jace, what did you call your…girlfriends? I mean, did you call each other using pet names? Does it come naturally? Like, how do you suddenly go from calling someone by name to calling them by something else? What’s that something else? How-”
“Wait, wait, wait. Slow it down, bud. Are you talking about things like babe, princess or things like that?” Alec nods solemnly at the question and Jace’s confusion suddenly turns to smugness. He was about to make a jab at that but Alec shook his head and Jace dropped it out of kindness from seeing his parabatai so troubled. He merely shrugs and offers, “Don’t think too much about it; it’s gonna come out forced if you overthink it, and yes, I can totally see you overthinking right now so don’t even deny it, I know you Alec,” Alec huffs but he takes the advice to heart and tries not to wince when he has to get his boyfriend’s attention and has to settle for “Magnus”.
And when it finally happens, he just has to mess it up, or so he thinks, when he picks up a phone call mid-mission and in his distraction, he answers with, “Hi love, what’s up,” after which there’s a silence that’s a beat too long and Alec realises that he’s fucked up because he hasn’t even said the three words and this order is totally wrong and oh god, Magnus doesn’t feel the same yet, does he? He’s this close to flinging his phone to the furthest end of the world when Magnus clears his throat and replies, voice a little unsteady, “Well, Alexander, I love you too, if that’s what you were trying to say,” and Alec is amazed by how Magnus always knows and never in his life had he wanted to be a warlock so badly just so he could portal to right where Magnus was and kiss the stars out of him.
Sormik week day 6! Woohoo! I’m back. No baby Sormiks this time, but have all the more fluff. This one is for @amarietie/ @tmariea for Storms in Our Blood. Today’s theme is “Lastonbell—Promises/Acceptance”, and although this scene indeed takes place in Elysia and has nothing to do with the Lastonbell promise, I figured the prompt was as good as any to do a marriage proposal. I… I went over the top with the cheesiness, didn’t I? *hides* The layers have fancy names to distract from the ridiculous romance going on here. Like “background panels”, background background”, “fucking rain”, “fucking lightning”, “rainy bits” and “rainy muchs”.
Anyway, I’m sorry this is so rushed, but I hope it gets the idea across just fine! I really really hope you like it, Mari! :,) This is my little thanks for your kind words and deeds for me, and for your Earth Armatus Rose occasionally saving my ass in ToLink, hoho. HAPPY SEVERAL MONTHS LATE BIRTHDAY OR SOMETHING
For everyone else: go read the story, it includes more artistic use of seraphic artes, and more kisses in the rain, if that doesn’t convince you I don’t know what to tell you
Life decided to play games with me this year, and art block is still dragging my ass down BUT I managed to finish this! (I have like 4 unfinished korrasami drawings but let’s not talk about that) anyways, have some cute fluffy korrasami because I think we all need something happy right now.
“Dehehehean! Stohohohohop!” Sam pleaded as his older brother sat on his hips and tickled his ribs.
“Begging already Sammy? It’s only been a few seconds!” Dean replied, shoving his hands into Sam’s underarms.
Dean simply grinned and dug in harder, tickling all over Sam’s torso.
“What are you doing?” A voice asked from behind Dean.
“Cahahahas! Hehehehehelp!” Sam begged the angel. Castiel smiled at the brothers, amused by their playfulness.
“Help whom though?” Cas asked.
“Get his knees!” Dean instructed. Cas sent Sam a wink and obeyed Dean.
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Sam shrieked when Cas’ hands squeezed his kneecaps. “I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!”
Castiel and Dean continued the playful torture, obviously relishing in the laughter of the younger Winchester. Cas left his knees in favor of his socked feet. Sam let out a stream of giggles, digging in his heels and scrunching his toes.
Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors
and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find
Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about
dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 2,978
fluff, sarcasm, complete and utter denial, social drinking, cheese - I needed something this fluffy ok? haha
A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?”
This is a 2x05 followup, the day after. Waverly realizes Nicole has a new uniform. because @jaybear1701 always writes about angst… I needed something fluffy.
Still part in her dream, Waverly groaned as she felt soft lips brush against her own. She could taste syrup on her pallet, but it was beginning to fade as consciousness came to her. She was almost reluctant to wake up, having had a decent night sleep for the first time in two months, but the now-familiar scent of Nicole’s perfume pulled her from a dream about pancakes and rose petals.
“Baby, I have to go to work.” Nicole’s voice was soft and Waverly could hear the smile in her words. “Time to wake up.”
“Ms. (Y/N), Mr. Barnes is having some trouble with his hair in the gym. Would you care to give him a hand?” Friday’s voice sounded in the empty common room.
(Y/N)’s face showed an expression of confusion as she stood up and walked towards the gym as she replied the A.I., “Ok…ay sure. Did Bucky ask for me?”
She was met with silence and she started doubting if Friday was purposely ignoring her question.
It wasn’t the first time Friday has sprung out of nowhere, asking (Y/N) to join Bucky for breakfast because he was alone, telling (Y/N) that Bucky was injured and didn’t mention to the team when they came back from missions and so forth.
It didn’t seem like the type of thing an A.I would mention but she pushed it out of her mind and busied herself with Bucky.
It wasn’t only (Y/N) that Friday spoke to, on a more than normal basis. Friday seemed to call for Bucky more than often these days too.
“Mr. Barnes, would you care to join (Y/N) by the pool this afternoon? She seems to be alone and may need some help with the sunscreen.” the A.I. said, as Bucky stepped out of his shower.
“Uhh, okay… I guess?” Bucky replied, pulling a tank top over his head.
Bucky was no less puzzled at Friday’s antics. The A.I. seems to be very invested in telling Bucky where (Y/N) was and what she was doing. Though it wasn’t that Bucky minded. He as more than happy to have more time around (Y/N).
The compound was empty apart from Bucky and (Y/N). Everyone was away on missions and the duo was left to house-sit. They were lounging on the couch, a random movie playing on the television screen.
“This is boring Bucks.” (Y/N) groaned, stretching herself and flipping her body to face the man next to her.
Before Bucky could reply, Friday’s voice resonated around the room. “Could I suggest a movie, Ms. (Y/N), Mr. Barnes? It is the latest update we have in the Stark system.” the A.I. said.
The two looked at each other and hummed their agreement as the A.I. pulled the curtains, dimmed the lights and played the movie.
A couple of minutes into the movie, they realized that Friday had played a horror movie. (Y/N) had not hated the huge projector screen until this very moment. As the movie progressed, (Y/N) has already scrunched up next to Bucky, her throw pulled up covering up her face. She peeped from the corner of her throw and tried to continue watching the movie despite her fear.
Bucky stiffened when he felt (Y/N) pressing up against him. Her warm body cuddled up next to him made his mind go haywire. A part of him was blank and a part of him wanted to pull the girl closer to him as he wraps his arms around her and snuggles in her warmth.
“Bucky, do you think the room just got colder?” (Y/N) murmured, leaning her body as close to Bucky as she possibly could.
“The super-serum kind of makes me immune to the cold doll.” he chuckled softly, subconsciously tugging her closer to him.
Tearing her eyes away from the screen in front on them, (Y/N) turned to body towards Bucky, their faces just inches apart. She took a deep breath, eyes fluttering to Bucky’s parted lips.
“Hey, Bucks. Do you think Friday’s being sneaky the past week?” she whispered.
Bucky let out a breath he was holding and helped (Y/N) tuck a hair stray hair behind her ear.
“Mm? I don’t know doll. If I didn’t know better I’d think Friday was trying to matchmake us.” he replied softly, a chuckle lacing his voice.
“Yeah…? If I didn’t know better, I would think Friday turned the air conditioning down to get us all cuddled up like that,” she answered, her lips curling into a small smirk.
“Guess we shouldn’t let our matchmaker down huh?” Bucky’s voice dropped an octave lower, his chest rumbling as he spoke.
He placed a hand behind her neck, metal arm around her waist, tugging the girl closer to his chest. His eyes peered into hers, trying to find any sign of reluctance.
When he was met with none, he guided her towards him and met their lips together in a soft and tender kiss.
“I suppose we should thank Friday huh?” (Y/N) chuckled out softly, tugging Bucky back for another searing kiss.
Here’s something short for the weekend! Its just a simple drabble that stemmed from an idea I had when I was on the way to tutor this morning. It isn’t very good but I needed to write something light and fluffy. I hope you all enjoy it! As per usual, I would love any form of feedback and if anyone wants to be untagged or tagged, just drop me a message!
For my other writings, search “Ting writes” on my Tumblr!”
Also on AO3. I have a craving for Marinette to be the one pining for Chat Noir, so…
Enough For Now
“Hey, Marinette, can we call this a date?”
She looks up from her needlework to where Chat Noir is reading her history book at her feet. Despite the potentially sensitive question, he looks awfully casual and relaxed. She purses her lips in consideration.
“What constitutes a date, exactly?”
“Hm…I’d say it’s two people who spend time together to see if they like each other.”
Waiting for season 5… Here’s some cute teenage Cophine for you to feed your fangirl needs 😙 Cosima being that sweet baby lesbian and Delphine an unsuspecting bisexual 😊 She is this pretty french girl with perfect hair who just moved to California because of her mom’s job, and she immediatly caught the eye of Cosima, who has a huge crush on her. They bond over science and biology and soon Delphine’s feelings grow into something more…. 😍💕 ahhh I need a fluffy fanfic 😅 if anyone has recommandations …