two white cups

anonymous asked:

Sabre, do you know any fluff stony? I swear I'll even comment them on español. Me acaban de romper el corazón :(

You know, I’ve gotten a few comments in different languages and I absolutely adore that.  I don’t know why, but it is just really cool that someone who speaks another language not only read my fic, but was moved enough to comment, even if they felt they could only express themselves in their native language.  So, you go on and comment in whatever language works for you!

Here’s some fluffy fic recs guaranteed to make you curl up into a ball of awwwww.  Of course, there are TONS of great fluff fics out there. I don’t read a whole lot of them, so you’ll probably see a lot of repeated names on this list, but you can’t go wrong with these authors.  Enjoy!


Hero Worship by @wordsplat:  It’s the morning of their honeymoon, and the absolute last thing either of them were expecting was Loki’s wedding gift. Steve is turned small, Tony is turned truthful, and everything is fluff and smut and rainbows.

Hashtag Finally by @wordsplat:   Tony doesn’t ever actually ask the Avengers to move into his house, steal his wifi, eat all his food, and become the best family he’s ever known. They do it anyway.

Meet Your Heroes by @wordsplat:  Tony gets rescued by a highly concerned, very handsy Captain America. This is confusing for a number of reasons.

Steve Rogers, Nurse McSexy by @wordsplat:  Tony does not handle his morphine well, and Steve has been pining way too long for this shit.

Of Frosting and Fireworks by @wordsplat:   It’s Steve birthday, but the last person he expects to remember that is Tony.

The Jar by @sineala:   The Avengers are ridiculously competitive people, and what starts out as a silly late-night team discussion quickly becomes a contest: their names. Not the code names – the nicknames. Who can go the longest without using them? They pledge to spend a week not nicknaming each other, and they’ll pay up every time they mess up. This hits Tony the hardest, and not just financially. Tony’s got a lot of nicknames for everyone, but most of all for Steve – and when Tony can’t use the names he’s already got, the names he uses reveal feelings he had no idea he had.

I’ll Give You Gifts Until  You Know My Name by @everybodyilovedies:  Mr. Stark is an extravagant gift-giver: he has the money for it, after all. As Iron Man, Tony has the opportunity to gift Steve even more presents that, while less expensive, are more heartfelt. Having a secret identity means Tony gets to have his cake and eat it too when it comes to showering Steve with presents.Until Steve starts developing feelings for his armored companion, and all the benefits of living a double life are turned on their head for Tony Stark.

Tony Stark Defense Squad (Steve’s Had Enough) by @orbingarrow:  The Avengers are called in by the government to “discuss” recent events, but it turns into a game of Let’s Bash Tony and Steve is so not cool with that.Or, the one where Steve Rogers makes himself the President of the Tony Stark Defense Squad. Matching t-shirts to come later.

Burn by @orbingarrow:  When Steve Rogers burns his dinner and sets off the sprinklers in the ROTC building, Tony Stark saves the day. Except this Tony Stark isn’t the famous son of a billionaire, he’s just a college Freshman on night maintenance for Work Study.Or is he?Featuring Phantom of the Opera references, a Human Centipede of office equipment, and lots and lots of fluff!

Stop, Hammertime by @orbingarrow:  When some asshole (*cough*Hammer*cough) puts out a hit on Tony, what are three translators, two security strategists and a Photoshop expert going to do about it?Turns out, a whole hell of a lot.

It Takes Time (series) by @shetlandowl: After a year-long sabbatical abroad, Tony returns to his post at the Department of Architecture at MIT in time to hear all the excitement over a hot new stud on Fury’s faculty roster, a Dr. Steve Rogers. As a genius and the only MIT alumnus in the faculty, he’s not used to being eclipsed by anyone, and he doesn’t take it all that well.   

Never Mind Where I Am by scribblywobblytimeylimey:  “Please tell me you just kissed me.”  Tony wakes up from his fall in New York heavily concussed. He may not know where he is, what just happened, or who the people around him are; but even without his memories, he’s willing to bet the man at his side is the most beautiful human being he’s ever laid eyes on.

This Has Happened Before by @kamaete:  Tony wakes up in the hospital and his first order of business is to flirt with his cute nurse. Steve isn’t a nurse, but he’s not quite Captain America right now either. Regardless, he is there when Tony wakes up.(Tony has temporary amnesia while in the hospital, Steve is de-serumed presumably in the same event that injured Tony.)

All of My Love is For You by @some-blue-jack:   The thing is, Tony totally knows that Steve’s interested.

Everything You Said I Ever by @some-blue-jack:   The first time Tony asks him out, Steve is … . well, appalled is as good a word as any.

Re(a)d All Over by @brandnewfashion and @musicalluna:  Contrary to popular belief, Tony Stark can blush.It just takes Steve getting drunk on some magical Asgardian mead for it to finally happen.

The Love Song of a Pair of Awkward Weirdos by @musicalluna:  Tony flirts with Steve and then the strangest possible thing happens:Steve starts to flirt back.

the reason you ruminate the shadowy past by Mizzy: So, Captain America effectively manages to cockblock Tony for a year.It’s not Steve’s fault. Well, actually, it is. But he was just proving a point - that if a superhero is gay, how can it be wrong? Steve just picked the wrong superhero to make the point with. Now America will think they’re dating - and Tony’s not going to be the guy to break Captain America’s heart.There’s only one way out. To save face, Steve and Tony have to become fake boyfriends. Steve thinks the “boyfriends” bit will be the hardest to act… but maybe it’s the “fake” part that will be the hardest act of all…

I Promise to Love It and Give It a Home by @tonystarkssnipples:   Steve takes Tony on a date to Build-A-Bear Workshop, where they adopt.

As You Wish by Heartithateyou:  Its the weekly game night for the Avengers, so what happens when a game of charades turns into Steve and Tony having to act out love scenes?

Fake Dating is Worth It for the Cake by Heartithateyou:  Tony convinces Steve to pretend to be his fiancee for the wedding cake samples.
Of course it doesn’t end the way he thinks it will.

(Actually, here is the link for Heartithateyou’s Stony works and you should just go read those when you need fluff!)

Getting Your Betty Crocker On by thehoyden:  He knows it’s not wartime anymore, but he can’t quite suppress the twinge of guilt he feels at measuring out two entire cups of white sugar.

I CANN, I do by @asparrowsfall:  Tony’s last name becomes a top level domain name. There are some unexpected consequences.Established relationship. So fluffy you’ll think you fell asleep in a cloud.

Worth It by AshitaNewssnoopy: When Steve said he wanted to court Tony, he assumed that he just meant that he wanted to take thing slow. And that was fine by Tony. No really, he could do this thing if that’s what Steve needed (shut up, Pepper; he so could). Because Steve was worth the wait.But then the gifts started coming and the letters popped up and there were chaste kisses and romance and…and what is even with this? Just when did his life turn into a romance novel?

Keep On Beating by @itsallavengers:  There were an awful lot of things Steve loved about Tony. But one thing in particular Steve could never get enough of was his heartbeat.

That Huge Damn Jacuzzi by @stark-spangled-lovers:  It stood in the very center of the room, large enough to host at least three people, raised a good three feet off the ground with stairs leading up and into the tub on each of the sides. Behind the Jacuzzi was another wall that separated the room; it spanned a good ten feet in length, also hosting mirrors.It was… well, to be honest, the damn Jacuzzi was giving Steve a bit of a headache.

Doughnuts and Officer Handsome by MystikSpiral:  Every morning, Tony went to his favorite doughnut shop. He’d order a few, a cup of coffee, and leisurely sit and eat, or rush out the door depending on whether or not he was running late for some meeting. Every morning, a tall blond caught his eyes, bulging muscles, looking as stern as ever while ordering a cup of coffee and a doughnut.


Originally posted by fivesosgif

Requested: nope

Pairing: Hungover!Y/N x Stranger!Ashton

Series: Paid to be Popular - The Purpose of Love - Bittersweet Generation

Description: “I fell asleep on your couch after a party but you didn’t complain and made breakfast for the both of us” AU (yup that’s it, it’s adorable)

You were sure you were going to puke the minute you woke up. Without hesitating you grabbed the nearest thing to you and let it all out. The smell surrounded you first, before nearing out to every corner of the room. Wait, which room? Where were you? What did you just vomit in?

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Sunday Mornings

Originally posted by forursmiles

↳ Namjoon x Reader

• Word Count: 5k

• Genre: Smut/No Story

• A/N: It’s been a while, so I pieced a Namjoon smut for you guys. Im gonna be working on Yoongi and Hoseok stories guys :’) so yeah! I won’t be writing for a while after finals however. Also this was really fitting because its Sunday when I finished this & Namjoon’s vlive last night lmao

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Classroom Ship

Originally posted by slut4kylo

Request: “ I have a Teacher AU that isn’t on the list, but I think it’s funny! Ben Solo and the Reader are the faculty ship on campus, and instead of catching students texting in class, the students catch them texting eachother!”

Summary: (Y/N) and Ben are teachers at an elementary school. As they start hanging around each other more often, unbeknownst to them, they become their students favorite faculty ‘ship’. The students are even more avid about them getting together when they catch them texting each other during class hours.

A/N: Sorry I’m posting this a lil late, but YAS! Haha I’m all here for teacher Ben Solo! I decided elementary school kids were the right age for this, cause well they’re generally nicer and aren’t trolls about teacher relationships haha. Also in this AU I made Rey a few years older and also Ben’s fraternal twin sister, just so no one gets confused. Hope you all enjoy!

With your eyes barely open, you looked at the coffee maker before you as if unsure as to what it was. Being as tired as you were, you could have easily mistaken another appliance for the familiar black Keurig you loved so much. To say you were hardly ready for the day would be an understatement. Even with your preparation the night before, you were not nearly as rested or caffienated as you needed to be. Winter Break had come to a close and it came far too suddenly for your liking. You loved teaching, but you couldn’t deny that vacation was just as close to your heart. 

Considering how much time you spent grading assignments the first week, you couldn’t help but feel you had been cheated of your well deserved vacation. What was supposed to be a break from school turned into a flurry of winter festivities with family and friends with only one real day of sleeping in and unwinding. You were exhausted. 

Sighing you went to put your usual mug onto the silver metal when you heard a baritone voice from behind.

“Still on break huh?”

You smirked faintly, already knowing who it was. Turning to your right you saw the familiar and welcoming smile of your favorite coworker by far, Ben Solo. With his dark brown hair lightly toussled, his warm eyes squinting slightly as his uneven jaw exposed his deep dimples, his brown dress shirt stretching over his muscular arms, he held two white coffee cups just in front of him. Bringing one closer to you he offered you a sincere smile.

“I wish. What’s this?”

He shrugged, “A pick me-up, just how you like it.”

Smiling you gladly removed the mug from the Keurig and placed it on the counter as you accepted the white coffee cup. The instant the warm feeling covered your palms you hummed in content, looking back to Ben.

“You didn’t have to do that Solo.”

He shrugged again, leaning against the counter as he took a sip of his own drink.

“Figured it was a good welcome back gesture.”

You nodded, sitting in the plastic chair in front of him as you relished in the feeling of the coffee warming your palms.

“Well thank you.”

He nodded, clearing his throat after he finished another sip.

“How was break?”

You scoffed, taking a sip of your coffee as if it was liquor you had to down in order to tell the story. Faintly shaking your head you sighed.

“Busy, very busy. I hardly got to rest.”

“Ah, I’m sorry. You at least have a good time?”

You shrugged, “Yeah, definitely got to do some fun things with family and friends. You know, wintery fun and all that jazz. How about you?”

He laughed faintly, his teeth just barely flaring with his genuine smile.

“Well mine was busy as well, family hounded me from beginning to end. Other than that, it was pretty good. Went snowboarding for a little bit, so I got some fun.”

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kallielefave  asked:

For the minific....E. Sharing a drink, Solavellan :)

lips that touch liquor

He hears their laughter through the walls, an echo that carries, to settle like a sigh in walls that have longed for the sound for centuries. His own, far quieter place remains just that, but he doesn’t begrudge them this moment, even if he’d rather not partake, for all of Varric’s many attempts at luring him out of his willing seclusion.

“Is this where you’ve been,” he hears her voice, the soft, familiar tones gently chiding, and he looks up to find her in the doorway. She’s in the simple garments usually reserved for her private chambers, a loose shirt and breeches, and her uncombed hair curls lovingly against her throat. In her hand she carries something, wrapped in a piece of cloth.

“Not one for card games?” Ellana asks, pushing away from the door frame to come stand beside his chair, leaning back against the desk. “It’s a shame – with the way you school your expressions, you could have us all running naked through the halls.”

She’s not touching him, the loose lines of her shoulders speaking of an ease that he’s come to know and feel himself, but her close proximity still carries a world of weight.

Solas glances up, head inclined and smile carefully inscrutable. There is something about her that prompts responses he’s much too old for. “You as well?”

He hears the near imperceptible hitch of her breath, but she’s quick to recover. “If you’d beat me,” she concedes. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, before they stretch into a smile. “It would have been quite the sight.”

This thinly veiled coquetry is not a new occurrence, but there’s something particularly daring about their exchange now. Solas allows a pause to follow at the heels of her words, before replying, still holding her gaze, “I have no doubt.”

A familiar tension shivers across the air, a dancing drum that begs and beckons. He’s stopped wondering how they come to be like this, always just out of each other’s reach, and the slow-fading memory of a dream-kiss living in the ever-shrinking space between them.

What he does wonder is what it will finally take, to swallow the distance completely.

“Have a drink with me?” she asks then, the words escaping with a breath, and the moment shudders – snaps and dissipates, like the popping hiss of a fire-spell, and leaving the same, lingering warmth. “We don’t have to play cards,” she adds, eyes twinkling.

Solas considers her where she stands, half-sitting, half-leaning on his desk, and the tell-tale, rosy flush to her cheeks. So easy to decline, and that will be all. She’ll retire to her quarters, and likely never offer anything of the sort again.

So remarkably easy, and yet–

“So long that it is not tea,” he says, and sees the relief that chases across her face, just before her cunning smile tucks it away and out of sight.

“Oh, don’t worry. This,” she declares, removing the cloth to reveal the bottle within and holding it up for him to see. A pale coloured liquid sloshes cheerfully against the glass container when she gives it a shake. “Bears no resemblance to the stuff.”

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Apple Cinnamon Cake

½ cup butter (plus two tablespoons)
½ cup caster/white sugar
2 eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla
1½ cups flour
1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
½ teaspoon salt
½ cup milk
2 or 3 eating apples
1 to 2 teaspoons cinnamon*
½ cup packed brown sugar

Preheat the oven at 350F

Sift the flour, salt, and baking powder together and set aside.

Mix together the brown sugar and cinnamon and set aside.

Line a 9 in round cake pan (or equivalent) with tinfoil or baking paper (it makes it a lot easier to clean up in the end). Place the two tablespoons of butter in the pan and place it in the oven to melt.

Remove the pan from the oven when the butter is melted and sprinkle the cinnamon sugar mixture evenly over the bottom of the pan.

In a large bowl cream the butter and white sugar together.

Add the eggs one at a time.

Add half of the flour mixture, then half of the milk and the vanilla. Add the remainder of the flour followed by the remaining milk and beat till well blended.

Core and slice the apples thinly (I leave the skins on because it’s quicker but you can peel them if you wish). Spread the apple slices in an over-lapping layer on the bottom of the baking dish.

Dollop the cake mixture over the apples (the batter will be very thick) smooth the top of the cake with a knife.

Bake at 350F for 45 to 50 minutes, until the cake is golden brown and a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean.

Leave on a wire rack to cool for a few minutes.

Cover the cake with a large serving dish or baking tray and turn it over carefully. Some of the sugar will stick to the tinfoil but if any apples do just put them back on the cake itself.

Best served warm (why wait?) with cream or ice cream.

*make sure your cinnamon is good, as it only lasts about six months before it goes stale. Otherwise you will end up like me, buying cinnamon sticks (because that is all the corner store had) and spending far too long with a small mortar and pestle. You can reduce the amount of cinnamon if it’s not a spice you are keen on.

Cook’s notes: I’ve been making this cake for years, tweaking the recipe here and there. The original recipe was for an upside down cake (which is I suppose the American equivalent of Tarte Tatin. I haven’t looked up the history of apple cake, though I do know there are a fare few recipes.

Also, I’m pretty sure I read somewhere that Steve Rogers prefers apple cake to pie but I don’t know if that is canon of fanon.

Tea With The Devil

Ao3 link

Synopsis: Lucifer gets roped into babysitting Trixie while Chloe goes to court. Tea, cake, and pianos may or may not have gotten involved.

Rating: T

Notes: Okay big shout out to cleancutwelldoitlikedisney for this wonderful prompt! Go show her some love! Also there are no italics on the Ao3, please excuse it.

When Lucifer strode through the Detective’s door he wasn’t expecting the mayhem that lurked behind it. Like always Lucifer slipped soundlessly past the door…and smack into the Detective. She instantly turned, hands raised. When she realized who it was, her stance loosened into one of annoyance. If she hadn’t recognized him in time Lucifer thought she might have punched him. Honestly, even if he hadn’t meant it, maybe he should intentionally knock into her more. After all it got him some well deserved attention from the woman.  

“What the hell! Lucifer, you need to stop breaking into my house!” she demanded. Lucifer could always tell when something was out of sorts for the Detective, it was easy to spot. She was so tightly wound that one little thing could push her over the edge.

Lucifer grinned brightly as the Detective’s anger boiled up through her words. He couldn’t put his finger on why he liked riling her up. An easy answer could have been that it turned Lucifer on to see the Detective out of her comfort zone but it was more than that. It brought him a newfound pleasure that demanded to be achieved over and over again. So he kept pushing her out of said comfort zone.

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Kris : I Hope You Don't Mind [Scenario]

“Baobei, do I really have to do this?” Kris grumbled over the phone as he walked down the sidewalk where you could see him clearly. It put a small smile over your face as you could see that even though he didn’t want to do what you asked him to – he was doing it right now.

It’s been about a month since you left to help your aunt over in the states and Kris, misses you dearly. Every day he’s been calling, asking you to take photos of yourself of the things you were doing there so he could see your face. He did the same too, of course, which made you smile like a little kid each time you received a photo message from him just by looking at his handsome face – which is almost the same reaction he does for you whenever he sees your lovable face.

Now, he was currently walking towards the coffee shop that you had asked him to meet a friend. You told him that this friend, is someone who is interested in Kris – even though she knows that he has a girlfriend and with that, you told him that you wanted him to meet up with her in this specific coffee shop.

“Yes! You do!” You chuckled, silently following behind him and you could see his shoulders deflating with a sigh as you could hear him through the phone. “Baobei, I just want to see you – not whoever you’re setting me up with.”

You then halted your tracks when he did the same. You quickly hid yourself behind a huge cut out beside you but Kris didn’t even look behind. Instead, “Don’t tell me you’re trying to set me up with someone else because you met someone in the states.”

You laughed, finding it amusing that he thought you were cheating on him – you couldn’t possibly cheat on him even if you wanted to. If you were cheating on him, you wouldn’t be here right now, tricking him into all of this just so you could surprise him that you were going to be back for a few days. “Well…” You mumbled softly, dragging your word as you peeked at him over the cut out where you could see him stomping his feet from a distance, hand gripping onto the phone tightly, “Baobei! We had a deal!”

Snickering, you shook your head as you remained hidden. “Kris, I was kidding. You know that my heart belongs to you.”

You lifted your chin again to get a glimpse of him and it brought a huge grin to your face when you could see him walking again. You came out from your hiding spot to follow behind him attentively, “Your heart better be mine, or I’m dragging you back from the states. Help or no help, if you ever fall for another guy, I swear to God-!”

He couldn’t finish his rambles when he was in front of the coffee shop but he was still nagging at you over the phone. Not being able to wait any longer, you simply cut him off, “Just get in the coffee shop and meet her! Order two cups of white coffee while you’re at it! Good luck and bye!” With that you had hung up, where you could see him looking at his phone in disbelief. From the back, he scoffed as he redialed your number again, causing your phone to vibrate in your hands and thank God your phone was on silent.

You ignored the call and you could see him sighing as he knew you wouldn’t answer anymore.

Grumbling to himself, he simply huffed, entering the coffee shop with a dejected heart as he did as he was bid, he ordered two cups of white coffee as he took a seat with his back facing the door. Perfect, you thought. It will only make things easier on how you were going to approach him.

You silently entered the coffee shop and the waiters welcomed you with a big, “Welcome!”

You grinned at them but placed a finger on your lips with your phone in your pocket. You pointed over at your boyfriend who was mumbling to himself on why he needed to be here in the first place when you’re his girlfriend but that’s the exact reason why he was here. They gave a quick nod in understandment as you had asked one of them for help.

You stood a few steps away from Kris’s chair as one of the waiters went up to him as they pretended to ask for his order. “I’ve already placed my order, thanks.” Kris waved a hand and in that moment when the waiter walked away with a grin, you wrapped your arms around his neck from the back, bending down with your lips at the side of his head.

You could feel his body tensing up as he was ready to push you away – thinking you were probably that girl he was set up with but he couldn’t when you spoke, “My boyfriend is such a lovely sweetheart.” You whispered into his ears and you could see that his cheeks were painted with a shade of pink as he tilted his head, only to widen his eyes at you when he could see you properly over his shoulder as you stood up, retreating your arms from his neck.

“I hope you don’t mind that my ‘friend’ is actually me.” You snickered when he shot up from his seat only to stare at you in disbelief. “Baobei…” He breathed out softly, in total shock that you were here with him right now. The last thing he remembered was that you were supposed to be back next week but how the hell were you back now?

He wasn’t going to question yet, because he clearly lost it when he had already crushed you with his arms, making you chuckle as you gladly wrap your arms around his lower torso.

“I miss you so fu-“

“Hey.” You halted him and he broke away sharply to grin at you. He dipped down to nuzzle his nose with yours, “Just so much.” He breathed out on your lips before he proceeded to kiss your lips gently, causing you to smile into the kiss when he wrapped his arms around your waist to lift you up into the air for a moment before he made you land on the ground again, with your lips detached from one another as he whispered on your lips, “I can’t believe you’re here…”

“Shall I go back-?”

“No!” He hurriedly protested, arms banding around your frame tighter. “Don’t you dare leave now.” He growled beside your ear, causing you to bury your face in his chest – inhaling the scent of him.

“I couldn’t even if I tried.”