Fridays Are FLUFFY!

[squidgiepdx]

Hello, everyone. Thanks for putting up with me for the past few days. I’m still ::checks the mirror:: Yep, still squidgiepdx and to close out the week, today is all about the fluff. You know - when, after a long, hard week Rodney McKay just wants to sit down in a bubble bath, and John Sheppard joins him. Or Evan Lorne sketches a bouquet of flowers for David since he didn't get a chance to pick some for their date. Or maybe Fraser wins Ray a stuffed animal at a Chicago carnival. Whatever it may be, if it's fluffy, then this is the place to be!

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Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Relaxing in a hot bubblebath after a mission
+ Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/David Parrish, Evan doesn't have time to go pick flowers so he sketches some for David
+ due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, Fraser wins Ray the fluffiest stuffed animal at a neighborhood carnival

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[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Relaxing in a hot bubblebath after a mission

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/David Parrish, Evan doesn't have time to go pick flowers so he sketches some for David

[squidgiepdx]

due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, Fraser wins Ray the fluffiest stuffed animal at a neighborhood carnival

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

any, any/any, "I don't wanna get up-- you're comfy."

[goddess47]

And one for you!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34949560

Enjoy!

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

any, any & any, "I'll share the blankets with you."

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

The Losers, Jake Jensen/Carlos "Cougar" Alvarez, helping Jake's niece fundraise for her soccer team

Filled! The Losers (AU), Jake Jensen/Carlos "Cougar" Alvarez, "Fundraising With Friends"

[squidgiepdx]

So this is in another person's AU, but you can read it separately (notes give you the overall gist). Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35053051

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Astro, any +/ any, cat cafe

Fill: Bin/Sanha

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“But where are we going?” Sanha protested.

“Here.” Bin halted in front of a door decorated with bright font and vinyl sticker paw prints.

Sanha’s eyes went wide. “A cat cafe?”

“Yeah. I know we can’t have a cat in the dorm, and you love cats, so.” Bin shifted his weight from foot to foot, uncomfortable.

Sanha threw his arms around Bin. “Thanks, hyung,” he murmured against Bin’s chest, and Bin felt his face heat.

Then Sanha turned and skipped into the cafe. By the time Bin had collected himself and caught him, Sanha had ordered drinks -- a latte for Bin and a fruit smoothie for himself -- and also some cat treats to dispense to the various cats lounging around the cafe on various feline perches and cushions and soft beds.

Bin sat beside Sanha, watching as Sanha cooed at a little orange tabby.

Their drinks arrived, and Bin sipped gratefully, but Sanha was too busy letting the kitten walk back and forth across his shoulders to try his own drink.

“Hyung, take a picture of us! Aren’t we the cutest?” Sanha snuggled up to the cat, and he really was the cutest, too cute for Bin’s own good.

Bin obediently took his phone out of his pocket and snapped a picture of Sanha and the kitten, sent it to Sanha.

Set it as his own wallpaper.

When one of the cats came and rubbed itself against Bin’s ankles, Bin leaned down and scratched it obligingly, offered it one of the treats from the little treat sack, and the cat nibbled it delicately off his palm.

Sanha hummed happily. “I love cats so much. What about you, hyung?”

“I am probably more of a cat person than a dog person,” Bin admitted.

“Would you ever want a pet cat? If we could have one,” Sanha said.

Bin considered -- and sneezed.

“Are you all right?” Sanha asked.

“Just fine. Um. Allergies,” Bin said.

Sanha raised his eyebrows. “It’s not allergy season.”

“I’m allergic to cats,” Bin admitted.

“What? But -- hyung! We’re in a cat cafe.”

“I know,” Bin said.

“But if you’re allergic --”

“You like cats,” Bin said, “and I wanted to do something nice for you.”

Bin looked at him for a long moment, and then he smiled. “Thanks, hyung,” he said softly.

“Anything for you.”

Back at the dorm, Sanha showed Bin just how grateful he was, though his enthusiastic kisses were interrupted by Bin sneezing some more.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

MI5|Spooks, Lucas North + Wes Carter, werewolf cuddles

Fill:

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“Hi Dad,” Wes said, coming into the kitchen.

“Hi Wes, how are you feeling?” Adam asked.

“A bit better, but still pretty washed out. And fed up at missing the rugby tournament.”

“I’m sorry about that.”

Wes shrugged. “Is Lucas around?”

“Yes, he’s in the lounge. He was out all night working with Tariq, so I left him sprawled on the floor. He might like a DVD putting on.”

“I’ll go and see. I can always sit on the sofa and watch it with him. I don’t feel like doing anything else.”

Wes went into the lounge and spoke to the werewolf, who had moved onto the sofa. “Do you want a DVD on?” The werewolf nodded, so Wes picked a selection and took them over for him to choose. The werewolf settled on White Christmas

Having set the DVD running, Wes came back to the sofa. “Is there room for me, too?” he asked.
The werewolf shuffled over, and Wes climbed up beside him, putting his arm over the creature and settling between the werewolf’s two front legs. When Adam came in later, he found the two of them cuddled up together fast asleep.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, any, the expedition is cleared for pets

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, buying their SO a super soft sweater for their own selfish cuddling needs

Fill: Astro, Myungjun/Jinwoo + Minhyuk

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“This is a nice sweater,” Minhyuk said, picking up the sweater that Myungjun had just laid over the arm of the couch. “Soft. Well-made. I like the cable pattern.”

He was the only one of them who was any good at knitting (Dongmin’s brief foray into knitting for his last drama didn’t count), and so he always had opinions about knitted sweaters.

Minhyuk petted the sweater some more. “Can I borrow it? I love how soft it is.”

Myungjun snatched it up. “No.”

“But -- hyung. We’re about the same size. I promise not to get sauce on it,” Minhyuk said.

Myungjun clutched the sweater to his chest. “No.”

Minhyuk rolled his eyes. “Come on. You steal all of our clothes all the time.”

Myungjun shook his head firmly.

Both of them turned when they heard someone putting in the door code.

Jinwoo stepped into the dorm, paused next to the shoe cubby to toe off his shoes and put on his house slippers.

“Hyung, M-hyung won't let me borrow his sweater,” Minhyuk began, obviously going to appeal to Jinwoo, but Myungjun pushed past him.

“Jinie,” Myungjun said, and held the sweater out to Jinwoo, “I bought this for you.”

Jinwoo looked surprised. “Me?”

Myungjun nodded earnestly. “Try it on.”

“It’s not really my style,” Jinwoo began, but Myungjun pushed the sweater against his chest.

“Hurry up!”

Jinwoo huffed, amused, and tugged on the sweater obediently, held his arms out. “How does it look?”

Myungjun immediately tucked himself against Jinwoo’s chest, reveling in the softness of the sweater and Jinwoo’s warmth.

Minhyuk made a disgusted noise. “Eww. I don’t think I’ll be borrowing that sweater ever. You two are gross.”

Jinwoo laughed and ruffled Myungjun’s hair, then wrapped his arms around Myungjun, and Myungjun sighed happily.

“If wearing this sweater gets me this kind of affection, I’m never taking it off, so you can’t borrow it anyway,” Jinwoo said.

Minhyuk made a face and turned away. “Hyung,” he called out, marching into Bin’s room. “The hyungs are being gross again.”

“Finally, he’s gone.” Myungjun leaned in and kissed Jinwoo hello.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Lucifer, Lucifer Morningstar, Chloe Decker, Trixie Espinoza, he give Trixie a big fluffy stuffed animal (of your choice)

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Prodigal Son, Jessica Whitly/Gil Arroyo, a romantic ride through central park and home to cuddle in front of the fire is what he has in mind for this date

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

any, any, dog walking for the local shelter

Fill: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes (not as fluffy as I intended)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Volunteering at the animal shelter had been Sam’s idea, a way for Bucky to be able to give back to is new community when working with people was too hard. Bucky still didn’t trust himself, which was part of it, but he also didn’t trust strangers. It wasn’t difficult to understand why.

Steve and Bucky went once a week, sometimes more when they had the time, to their local shelter, and do whatever jobs needed doing – walking the dogs, feeding the cats, helping set up for adoption drives. Having Captain America as a volunteer had prompted a steep rise in both donations and adoptions.

“C’mon, Grover,” Bucky coaxed. “You got this.”

He’d been working with one particular dog for weeks, a pit bull that had been terribly abused by a heartless owner. They hadn’t expected him to make it when he first came to the shelter, but there Grover was tentatively leaving his enclosure for his very first walk on a leash outside the shelter.

“Nothing out here will hurt you, I promise,” Bucky said, his voice quiet and gentle.

Steve watched, his own diminutive canine companion Bippy hopping excitedly around his feet.

Grover kept his big brown eyes on Bucky as he took one step and another, until he was fully out of his enclosure. He was trembling a little, but gave a tentative wag of his tail. Bucky beamed at him, and scratched him behind the ears, and told him what a good boy he was.

Bucky was really good with the skittish dogs, and Steve couldn’t help grinning himself as he watched the two of them.

The kept the walk short and simple, so Grover wouldn’t get overwhelmed. Bippy was just glad to be out, and Steve had to make sure he didn’t get tangled up in the leash because Bippy liked running between his legs.

“It’d be nice to have a dog,” Bucky said a little wistfully.

“It would,” Steve agreed.

He knew it would be nice for Bucky to have a dog, a pet he could take care of that wouldn’t judge him or care about what he’d done in the past. But the nature of their work with the Avengers meant they often had to leave at a moment’s notice, with no real idea when they’d be back, and that wouldn’t be fair to a dog.

“Just think, Buck. All the work you’ve done with Grover means he’ll be able to get adopted by a nice family. That’s a good thing.”

“Yeah. He deserves a good family.”

The downside of working at the shelter was getting attached to the animals they spent time with. There was more than one Steve would’ve welcomed into to their apartment. If only they had the time to devote to a furry companion.

When they got back to the shelter, Bucky rubbed Grover’s belly and fed him liver treats.

“Good boy. You’re a good boy. See you tomorrow, pal.”

Steve slung his arm over Bucky’s shoulders as they headed home. Maybe it was time to stop thinking about all the ways getting a dog wouldn’t work and start thinking of ways it would. Bucky needed a dog. Specifically, Bucky needed Grover.

If the Avengers could save the world, Steve could surely help Bucky save one skittish dog.

[goddess47]

Any, any, making comfort food

FILL!

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

On this peaceful spring afternoon, Ian tries to focus on the task of baking a cake for the craft fair at Franny's school, but Mickey keeps distracting him with kisses. One on his cheek and cute button nose, a light peck on his forehead and one on his neck.

With every kiss, Ian feels bubbly happy, grinning like a fool in love. The rosy blush on his cheeks comes next, always the result of Mickey kissing him and calling him “sweetheart.”

“I love you, too, baby, but I have to finish baking the cake.” He adds a spoonful of sugar to the cake batter, only to pause when Mickey, who was feeling a little playful, dipped his finger into the cake batter and drew a chocolate heart on his cheek and gave Ian a coy smile.

Ian couldn’t resist leaning in and slowly licking the delicious chocolate off Mickey's cheek. “Mmm,” He hums, licking his lips. “You are a sweet treat, baby; I could eat you up. But I need to finish, so go play with Bazooka and when I'm done, all my attention will be on you.”

Rough housing with their cute puppy is a perfect way to spend time until Ian is finished, but still Mickey refused to give in, pressing kisses all over Ian's cheek. He pulls Ian into his arms and hugs him tightly, pressing little kisses to his freckled cheeks.

“Do what I say, or I will mercilessly tickle you.” Ian threatened, fingers reaching for Mickey's tummy.

His fingers tickle Mickey, and his husband burst out laughing so loudly he snorted, sending Ian into his own fit of laughter. His handsome face was beautiful as he smiled brightly, and Ian keeps tickling Mickey’s sides teasingly before moving to his underarm, the action sending Mickey into a high-pitched giggle.

Mickey quickly surrendered, but not before stealing one last sweet kiss. He spends half an hour playing with Bazooka, grinning like a kid in the candy store as their roly poly puppy chases after her pink ball. The apartment fills with the heavenly scent of chocolate cake, and Mickey gets this bubbly joy inside him, his smile shinning as brightly as the sun.

When Ian has finished the task of baking, he spreads his arms requesting a hug, announcing to his husband “I'm all yours now.” As Bazooka curls up on her fluffy bed, exhausted after playtime, Mickey tackles Ian on to the bed, smooching his beautiful husband as Ian grins like a fool in love.

♥ END ♥

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Any, any, a long, hot shower

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Shazam!, Billy Batson & Darla Dudley, reading a bedtime story

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

MCU, Carol Danvers/Maria Rambeau, leftover dessert

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Any, any, pancakes for dinner

Fill: Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay + OC kids

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

“What happened?” Rodney asked. “What’s wrong?”

John carried a crying Robbie into the living room and set him on the couch. “He’s fine.”

“He doesn’t look fine! Why is he crying?”

“Muh-muh-Max,” Robbie wept.

“Max? Your best friend Max? Did something happen to Max?”

“He moved,” John said. He held a tissue up to Robbie’s nose. “Blow.”

Robbie obediently blew, and John handed him another tissue to wipe his face with.

“They moved? And didn’t say anything?”

“So it would seem.”

Leia came running in and threw herself at her brother. “Don’t cry! Don’t cry!”

“He’s okay, sweetheart,” John said.

Lily poked her head into the room. “What happened?”

“Max moved,” Rodney said.

“What? Without telling us?”

“Max is gone?” Leia asked, her own eyes welling with tears.

“Not you, too,” Rodney said.

Lily sat on the couch, an arm around each of her younger siblings. “Only one thing can help, Pop.”

“An angry phone call?”

“Pancakes.”

Leia’s tears dried almost instantly. “Pancakes for dinner!”

“That’s two votes,” John said. “Robbie? What do you think, buddy?”

Robbie sniffled and his chin wobbled, and he clung to Lily, but eventually he nodded.

Lily picked him up. “To the kitchen!”

“To the kitchen!” Leia parroted, climbing on John’s back.

They gathered around the kitchen island. Leia pulled out the bowl, Robbie fished through the crock for the whisk, John grabbed all the ingredients, and Rodney plugged in the griddle. They worked together to mix the batter and set up little bowls of blueberries and pecans to put on top.

John flipped the pancakes and stacked them on plates, while Rodney oversaw the application of syrup. By the time Robbie was sitting down with a plateful of pancakes piled high with blueberries and whipped cream, his face had lost the red blotchiness from crying.

“Can you find them, Pop? Max and his family?” Lily asked.

“Probably. Why?”

“Maybe Robbie could write Max a letter.”

“Yeah!” Robbie said, syrup on his chin. “Can I write Max a letter? Please? He’s my bestest friend.”

“Of course you can,” John said. “I bet he misses you too, buddy.”

“Maybe I’ll write a letter of my own,” Rodney grumbled, “to those thoughtless, terrible –”

The house phone rang.

“I’ll get it!” Lily shouted, jumping up from the table. She brought the phone back with her and handed it to Robbie with a big smile. “It’s Max!”

Leia held up a forkful of pancakes, eyes wide. “Dinner pancakes are magic!”

“It’s not the pancakes,” Lily said. She gave John and Rodney each a kiss before she sat back down to finish her own dinner.

Rodney and John exchanged a look.

“It’s the family,” John said.

Rodney saluted John with his fork, Lily laughed, Leia tossed a blueberry up in the air and tried to catch it in her mouth, and Robbie chatted away with his best friend.

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Any, any, secret candy stash

[momma-66.livejournal.com]

Any, Any & Any, platonic cuddling

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

DC, Harley Quinn/joker , late night snuggles

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

True blood, Eric northman, Jason stackhouse, Last minute love confessions

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Wandavison, Agatha harkness/Ralph bohner , dance with me under the slivery moon

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

The boys ,Kevin the deep /homelander John, a tender moment between only them

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Julie and the phantoms ,Reggie peters /Luke Patterson , bubble bath cuddling