#fluff requests

— 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 ˖°

— pairing: dean winchester x fem!reader

— warnings: fluff, reader is described to have tangled hair, reader and dean shower together, nicknames [sweetheart, sweet girl, baby], not proofread and was rushed

— a/n: I kinda hate this (not the request but what i wrote) I would’ve spent longer on it but i feel bad having people wait for thier requests so long already. Im really rusty with writing and keep getting stuck but still i hope you like this (please do)

It had been a gruelingly long and difficult hunt to say the least. Not exactly your favorite kind.

It was the kind that ended in both you and the boys caked in grime and worn out. You, Dean and Sam somehow managed to make it back to the motel in one piece.

Adorable!!!

ᶻ 𝗓 Cuddle Buddies𐰁

The math textbook sat open between them, equations sprawled across the page. Miles tapped his pencil against the side of the book, eyes glazed over as Y/N worked through the problem, focused .

"Okay, so if you carry the one, then- Miles, are you even listening?"

Her sharp voice snapped him out of his daze. Miles blinked, lips twitching as he fought back a smirk.

"Yeah, yeah, totally," he drawled lazily, tapping his pencil against the book once more, "Carry the... two? Or wait-"

Y/N's sigh cut him off. She was already reaching for the page to point at the problem, but Miles leaned back on his elbows, his head tilting as he watched her. The way her nose scrunched up in concentration, the way her hair fell over her shoulder -it was a better distraction than the math book could ever be.

His grin stretched wider, and before Y/N could scold him again, Miles made his move.

Without warning, his arm slid around her waist, a playful tug pulling them both off balance.

"Hey- Miles!"

Her book tumbled onto the pile of pillows scattered across the floor, and she landed with a soft thud, her body half-sprawled against his.

"Miles Morales," she huffed, giving him an unimpressed glare.

Miles just grinned, unbothered, one brow raised as he stared up at the ceiling like he hadn't just derailed their entire study session.

"Taking a break," he answered, teasing. "C'mon, you can't really expect me to survive a whole hour of math without some kind of reward?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, about to argue further -but the pillows were soft, the afternoon light warm, and the steady rhythm of Miles' breathing in her ear was oddly soothing.

So instead, she let herself sink into the cushions, the tension in her shoulders melting away. Her eyes fluttered shut, and after a beat, she felt it -Miles' quiet, almost surprised shift beside her.

His smirk softened into something more genuine, a small, quiet grin tugging at his lips. He watched her for a moment, taking in her features, the way her lashes rested against her cheeks, the faint rise and fall of her chest.

She didn't move when his arm slipped back around her waist, pulling her a little closer. Didn't flinch when he hesitated, waiting for a protest, and none came.

Instead, she breathed out softly, head tipping ever so slightly into the crook of his neck, her hand resting lightly against his chest.

Miles felt his heart settle in his chest, his muscles easing into the quiet. For the first time in what felt like months -after the chaos of patrols, of keeping his identity a secret, of holding the weight of the city on his back- he felt... okay.

Better than okay.

He took a deep breath, letting it out slow, a small smile ghosting across his lips.

"Thanks," he murmured, barely above a whisper, the words meant more for himself than for her.

Have a lovely day guys, wish me luck on today’s DnD campaign! 😅

(Love your work btw! <3)

aww that's kind of adorable request:] (i am lowkey missed writing fluff request damnit)

usually, william always a man of motion a whirlwind of theatrical gestures, sharp business calls, and the restless energy of a man who felt the world was moving too slowly for his liking.

but today, the whirlwind had stilled, anchored by the weight of your body pressed against his side on the velvet sofa.

the air in the afton household was heavy, thick with the scent of eucalyptus and the quiet, rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall.

you felt wretched—a fever had settled deep in your bones, leaving you achy and uncharacteristically needy.

normally, you were the steady one, the calm port to his stormy seas, but the malaise had stripped away your inhibitions. you found yourself tugging at the hem of his sweater, your fingers curling into the soft knit as you sought his warmth.

william, who usually loathed any disruption to his meticulously planned schedule, didn't even glance at the stack of paperwork on the coffee table. instead, he shifted, pulling you closer until your head was tucked firmly into the crook of his neck. his hand, large and warm, began a slow, cadent stroking of your hair, his touch unexpectedly delicate.

and he chuckled, a low, melodic sound that rumble deep in his chest—vibrating against your cheek. he could feel the way you clung to him, your fingers tightening on his sweater as if you were afraid he might dissolve into the shadows of the room if you let go.

"still so warm, my dear," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing vibration against your temple. he didn't pull away when you let out a small, pathetic whimper, instead—just leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. "stay right here. the world can wait for its ringmaster; today, you are the only audience that matters."

how odd, it's a kind of rare sight the usually poised and independent version of you reduced to a shivering, needy thing and he found he quite adored the power it gave him.

"my, my," he teased, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "is the great bunny of mine truly so helpless? one little fever and you’ve turned into a tiny, clinging vine." he didn't say it with mockery, though; there was a honeyed sweetness to his tone, a playful lilt that made your heart hammer even as your head throbbed.

he began to trail his fingers down the nape of your neck, his touch light as a feather, dancing just enough to make you gasp. when you let out a soft, frustrated sound and buried your face deeper into his neck, seeking more of him—he let out a soft, triumphant hum.

"hmm do you need more?" he whispered, his hand moving to cup your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. his gloomy grey eyes were gleaming with a mischievous, almost predatory affection. " .. should i fetch the tea, or would you prefer to just stay here and use me as a pillow for the rest of the afternoon?"

he leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was far too lingering and sweet for a man who was supposed to be 'tending' to you.

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Favorite Meal Prep

Agatha Harkness x reader (romantic fluff)

Anonymous asked: Heeey! I was wondering if you could write one Agatha Harkness x Reader (romantic relationship) Reader learns to cook Agatha’s favorite meal Fluff <3

You were up before Agatha. You had always been an early riser, so it wasn't surprising to her when she woke up to your side of the empty bed and the smell of coffee brewing. Before she met you, her meals normally consisted of magicking them because it was easier than manually doing it, given her habit of being on the run. You weren’t the most skilled in the kitchen mind you given your past experiences of accidental arson calls. But you could manage the basic quick and easy meals without a fire extinguisher needed on the counter by the stove.

You were busy fixing scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast when she entered the kitchen stopping to leaning against the doorway. Over the last two years, your ability to keep your focus on cooking has improved so there is less risk of any more close calls. But there are still times when she thinks back to the start of this relationship when she could distract you.

It was the first night you had stayed over at her place, you were up before her intending to fix her breakfast before she had to leave for work. She took a shower before going downstairs to join you and purposefully forgot to put anything on under and left the robe untied. She enjoyed getting you flustered and mesmerized. It had been about two months of officially dating when she did this to you. After the one-month mark, she came clean and told you about everything, that she was a witch, had lived through 350 years, her last relationship that had been over for a century, and finally about her son that she had lost.

It took you a little bit of time to fully comprehend how long she had been around for but nothing else phased you. Because you loved her so much that if she had told you she was a felon you still would pick her. It never failed to make her smile and chuckle to this day even two years later when she remembers how flustered you became when you turned around and witnessed her lack of clothing. It still catches her off guard with how much love and admiration you held in your eyes when you saw her then and in the present.

Nicky’s birthday was coming up in about two days. It was always a rough day for her given she was remembering all the good times with him while also mourning his loss. She typically stays in the house all day staring at the room she dedicated to him. You were always super supportive of her around that time even though you couldn’t understand what she was fully going through. Normally you would drop off enough food to get her through the day and stare at your phone to see if she texted or called needing you.

But this year she made it clear to you that she wanted you to stay in the house with her this year. This gave you the idea that you could try to make her favorite meal that she has mentioned those select times she could talk about the happy moments with Nicky. It took an awful lot of research in the local library and some rabbit hole searches on the internet to find as semi-close to the original recipes that she would have used back then to make their favorite meal.

It definitely would have been easier to ask Agatha for a quicker reference in the recipe but there were no possible questions that wouldn’t raise her suspicions and ruin the wholesome surprise.

You had been pulling about two weeks of late nights trying to perfect this surprise for her. On some nights you would use the excuse of having to work late after dinner since you worked from home so you could get back to your kitchen. Other nights you would be staying at her place you would go to bed with her and stay till you were sure she was asleep then sneak out to look on your laptop for recipes and tips.

The last thing you wanted to do was under or over-cook this meal and risk getting her sick. It had taken most of your paycheck, a lot of error trials, and burns on your arms. But two nights before you were going to make it for her you finally felt comfortable in your ability to follow the recipe and that it tasted fully cooked to you which wasn’t saying much since you never had it before.

Agatha’s favorite meal consisted of Thirded Bread, Cod Chowder, Boston Baked Beans, and Red Flannel Hash. Sadly Agatha was called away to help Teen with some magic lesson but it gave you plenty of time to fully prep the meal since it would take a few hours to make each piece. It was always entertaining to see Agatha grumble and sass about Teen but you could tell she only did it because she cared for the kid. Before she left the house she pulled you in for a savory kiss promising she would be back when she could.

You weren’t a witch so everything was manual method. You had stashed all the necessary pots in your car and after waiting fifteen minutes to ensure she wouldn’t come back. It was time to unload the pots and dig the supplies out of Agatha’s fridge which she hardly ever looked in there so that was an easy feat. The meal prep started with the chowder and hash since they were the biggest items with longer cooking times than the bread and beans.

It took roughly six to eight hours of cooking for the food to be ready. Thankfully you managed to make it through cooking without cutting anything besides the food and only some minor burns on your wrist from mishandling one of the pots. It was almost sunset when you managed to have the table set up in the dining room. The kitchen was clean and the pots were stashed in your car. It wasn’t meant to be a romantic setting striving more for a nostalgic and comfy setting to provide what you hoped would be a family-originated meal.

Even though you had never met Nicky, you greatly respected him and what he provided for Agatha even after all these years so this felt like you were trying to bring him in a sense for her. If the bugs weren’t so bad you would have taken her out to the woods in picnic style. Since that couldn’t be done you had almost bought the entire town candle store’s stock and had the main entrance to the dining room covered in candlelight to provide the closest outdoor setting you could.

It was after dark when Teen dropped Agatha back at her house before going home. Agatha wouldn’t openly admit it but she loved the kid and he had grown on her so it was nice to be a mentor to him. She was ready to see you again she would never move on or replace her precious Nicky. But you offered her a safe, caring supportive relationship which is what she desperately needed tonight.

She never expected to see the house dark with a clear pathway light by candles when she opened the door, nor her favorite music lightly playing. She carefully took her jacket and shoes off before following the path into the dining room. It was filled with candle light and a full meal on the table. What really caught her eye was seeing you standing there in a suit/dress with purple roses in your hand.

It amazed her that you did all of this for her, it's not that you haven’t before but she never felt like she deserved such treatment. Before she could get closer you went on a little speech “I know what tomorrow means for you darlin, I thought tonight we could celebrate Nicholas with the classic favorite meal. If I could I’d trade places with him so you could have him back even if I could only manage to give you one night in a heartbeat so you could have the life you both overly deserve.”

Agatha had silent tears running down her face when she glanced at the table to see what the meal consisted of, she had never been the best with emotions. She rushed over to you careful not to squish the roses carefully grabbing your face and kissing you gently trying to show her overwhelming gratitude and love. She carefully stepped back when the need for air arose still gently rubbing her thumb over your cheeks.

You were giving her the full treatment tonight pulling out her chair, filling her plate, and pouring her favorite wine. You were nervous awaiting her reaction to the food. But Agatha loved the entire meal and for the first time since she lost Nicky, she had a great night and time celebrating him. She shared stories of their adventures and that he would probably have loved being around you.

After the meal and clean up was done. Agatha dragged you upstairs for a relaxing bath together before you both ended up in the bed for cuddles and swapping cute family fluff stories.

To the Anonymus requester: I hope you enjoy this, I gave it my best. If you don't like it feel free to tell me. I'm always open to criticism and will gladly rewrite it if wanted.

Thank you to @hannah-0730 & @breadisrawtoast for your takes on what Agatha’s favorite meal might be. I greatly appreciate both of you and your inspiration for finding the video.

The video link below is the meal preference that was chosen for this fic.