Fluff Quotes

“By the way," Aiden said casting me a long look that had me totally forgetting the seriousness of our mission. "You look damn good in a Sentinel uniform."

A hot flush that had nothing to do with embarrassment spread over me. "So do you."

"I know.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Apollyon

“I don't remember my dreams,' I tell the boy with grey eyes.

He pinches my cheek. 'I'll dream for the both of us.'

'Promise?'

'Promise, Elsa”
― Rina Kent, Twisted Kingdom

“She ran her fingers through his soft hair, just once.

He leaned in to her hand. 'That feels good,' he mumbled. 'You feel good, too.' He hooked an arm around her waist and drew her on to the bed.

'Jacks- what are you doing?'

'Just for tonight.' He tightened his arm, holding her even closer, until her chest was pressed against his bare skin.

'You're injured,' she breathed.

'This makes me feel better.' He spoke against her throat and finished with a lick that made her head begin to spin.

Now would have been a really good time to untangle herself.”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After

“Owl," said Rabbit shortly, "you and I have brains. The others have fluff. If there is any thinking to be done in this Forest--and when I say thinking I mean thinking--you and I must do it.”
― A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner

“Little Fox, when I saw you, I thought-'

He broke off as he set her atop all the twisted sheets. Then he fisted her hair in his hand and tugged until she was looking up at him. His face had all the agony of a fallen star, broken and beautiful, with eyes so blue, the colour of everything else looked dull.

Deliberately, his gaze fell to her lips.

Her breathing turned ragged, and she wished just once that he could kiss her.

He leaned closer and gently twisted her hair, angling her head as he brought their mouths incredibly close.

'You're still bleeding.' He licked the centre of her lips, soft and agonisingly slow. His tongue felt like heaven and hell. Like everything she wanted and all she couldn't have. She had to stop herself from leaning closer, though she doubted Jacks would let her. She could feel his fingers against her scalp, holding her in place, keeping her lips just shy of his.

But maybe it was close enough. Maybe they didn't have to touch. She could live like this as long as she could live with him.”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After

“Hello,' he said, almost shyly, as he approached the table. He was barefoot and shirtless, and adorably tousled, with golden hair falling over sparkly eyes that looked as if they were still waking up.

'Hi.' Her voice came out oddly shy as well, which only seemed to make Jacks smile.

'You didn't have to sneak out of bed,' he said.

'I didn't sneak.'

'Then why didn't you stay?' He casually slid in to the seat beside her and turned to her with a wolfish grin. It was a smile like a fairytale, part villain, part hero, part impossible ever after.

She couldn't bear how much she loved it.

But then she remembered the stone. She imagined she'd feel differently if it was in an iron box, and she feared that Jacks would, too. That he wouldn't be looking at her as if he wanted to devour her instead of the breakfast.

'Tomorrow, I won't let you leave so easily.' His eyes flashed with mischief, and he stole a bite of her toast.

The gesture was so simple and so comfortable, and all she could think was that it would be so easy to stay here. 'I thought you said it was just one night.'

'I thought you never believed what I said.' He shook his head reproachfully and tugged her on to his lap.

'Jacks-' Evangeline put a hand against his chest. She could feel his heart was pounding, which surprised her. On the outside, he looked so casual and careless, but now she imagined he felt as nervous as she did. It made her want to pull him closer, to press her head in to his shoulder and tell him all the things that she was trying not to feel.

She wrapped her arms around his neck , and for a second she held tight. She held him as if he was hers and she was his, and there was nothing else between them. No curses. No lies. No past wounds or mistakes. She held him as if there was only now, as if nothing else mattered but this moment. Then she let him go. She shoved off his laps with clumsy arms and even clumsier legs that stumbled as she tried to step back.

'Evangeline... what's wrong?' A line creased between his brows.

'This isn't real, Jacks. You and I, we're under the influence of the mirth stone.'

'You think you would only feel this way about me because of a rock?' Jacks' mouth clamped shut. For a moment he looked angry, but she looked in his eyes, all she could see was hurt.”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After

“She melted once more at the memory of how he'd said the word mine. It was only supposed to be for the night, but the pretending hadn't stopped. Light was bleeding through the windows, showering them in sunshine as they lay together, legs and arms entwined. One of his cool hands wrapped protectively around her waist, and the other had made its way up her skirt, holding her to him as if touching were a form of breathing.

They had moved closer as they slept, as if drawn by some force that she suspected was simply each other.”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After

“Everything between them felt as fragile as a raindrop that would cease to exist when it touched the ground. But the Hollow also felt like the sort of place where raindrops never touched the ground.

Jacks slowly ran a hand up and down her spine. 'Have you decided to stay.'

'I thought you already heard what I was thinking?' she whispered.

'I want you to say it out loud.' His words were low and quiet; she wouldn't have heard them if she hadn't been so close. And it struck her how intimate words could be, how they could be spoken only once , for only one person, and they would never be heard again, they would disappear like a moment, gone almost as soon as you realised they were there.

...

She meant to say, For tonight, I'm yours, but all that came out was 'I'm yours.”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After

“The word "lesson" came back to Pooh as one he had heard before somewhere.
"There's a thing called Twy-stymes," he said. "Christopher Robin tried to teach it to me once, but it didn't."
"What didn't?" said Rabbit.
"Didn't what?" said Piglet.
Pooh shook his head.
"I don't know," he said. "It just didn't. What are we talking about?"
"Pooh," said Piglet reproachfully, "haven't you been listening to what Rabbit was saying?"
"I listened, but I had a small piece of fluff in my ear. Could you say it again, please, Rabbit?”
― A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner

“I believe you, man," Rabastan assures him, jerking his thumb at Rodolphus. "All he does is lie, so yeah, I believe you."

"When do I lie?" Rodolphus sputters. "Name one time—"

"You told me you didn't steal my pillow months ago, and I know it was you. I know it was."

"It wasn't! I'm telling you, Bas, it was someone else!"

"Who, then?"

"Um. Well, okay, I don't know, but—"

Rabastan gestures to Rodolphus, raising his eyebrows pointedly. "See? Liar."

"I do see," Regulus replies with a straight face, looking completely neutral as he nods in agreement.

Sirius stares at the side of Regulus' face until, finally, Regulus' gaze darts towards him very briefly before he quickly looks away, because he's a lying, sneaky little shit of a pillow thief and has no shame in it. Sirius shakes his head and looks away, reaching up to swipe a hand over his mouth to hide his grin. Rabastan and Rodolphus continue to argue about who the pillow thief is, and Sirius doesn't interrupt to inform them of the real culprit, because he knows it's his brother.”
― Zeppazariel, Crimson Rivers

“I know I get you to myself all the time, but… but….” There was an uneven touch in Quentin’s hair, and Quentin almost stopped breathing. “You’re the only thing I’ve wanted. I wanted my degree, but, you know, that came sort of easy. I wanted a business, and we’ve done that. And the whole time… hell, even before we had our first class together… before
our first study group, before we got dorm assignments… all I wanted
was you.”
― Amy Lane, Gambling Men

“Female magazines were rubbish--most of them were candy-floss for the brain.”
― Jess C. Scott, Playmates

“Like magic, some music appears in the air, out of nowhere, like a mirage, like the fluff in my belly button.”
― Alain Bremond-Torrent, "Darling, it's not only about sex"

“There is love and then there is fluff. Nothing else.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year

“He looks at Erik. “The last thing you’re going to do is wallow. You’re going to get back on your feet and figure out how to adjust. Trust me, you’ll thank me for it later.”

Erik grimaces but nods. “I’m sure I will,” he says, forcing himself to sit up, and groaning as he does. “But right now, I’d like to say some far less savory things to you.”

“Keep a list,” Heron says with a small smile. “You can tell them to me over dinner.”

For an instant, Erik is shocked and flustered—a look I’ve never seen on him before. He recovers his wits quickly enough. “It’s a deal,” he says.

Artemisia looks between the two of them, eyebrows raised so high they almost disappear entirely into her hair.

“We are at war,” she says with a sigh. “Surely there is a better time to flirt than when death is around every corner?”

“Truth be told, I’m hard-pressed to think of a better time to flirt,” Erik says, pushing himself to his feet. “You very well may never get another chance.”

Artemisia rolls her eyes.

“Just because I can’t see you doesn’t mean I don’t know you’re rolling your eyes, Art,” he says, holding an arm out to her, which she takes. She guides him a couple of hesitant steps. “Just because you don’t know how to flirt—”

“I know how,” she snaps indignantly as she leads him out of the tent, the two of them continuing to bicker as they go.”
― Laura Sebastian, Ember Queen

“Aiden and I aren't the darkness and the light. We both have tarnished minds and souls. But we are not soulmates. We're lost souls that fit in perfectly imperfect harmony.”
― Rina Kent

“Unless you'd like me to camp out on your couch," I joke.
"Nah. You can take the bed," he says without pause.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Love, Theoretically

“It’s not from the cold, I think. But I let him give me his sweatshirt anyway, because I want to feel its softness again, the cozy protective feeling I felt when he loaned it to me last week.”
― Paula Stokes, Stronger Than Words

“—Estás fatal...
—Lo sé. Y, aun así, quiero esto, si me permites tenerlo.
Baz finalmente se gira para mirarme.
—¿Qué es 'esto', Snow?
—Esto —respondo—. Quiero ser tu novio. Tu peor novio.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Carry On

“—No soy el Elegido —dice.
Yo también le sostengo la mirada y hago una mueca burlona. Mi brazo es una barra de acero alrededor de su cintura.
—Eres a quien yo he elegido —le digo—. Simon Snow, te elijo a ti.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Carry On

“Tell me the words," I pleaded, needing to hear them again. Every day that was to come. Every night I wanted her tucked against me. "I fucking love you Cameron Caldani," Adalyn said. I fucking loved her too.”
― Elena Armas

“That's not going to work at all,' he muttered.

'Why not?' Evangeline spun around.

...

'Jacks frowned, his lips turning down at the corners. 'I think it will attract too many people.'

She laughed. 'That's the entire point of an inn, silly.'

His frown deepened. Possibly at being called silly.

That made Evangeline smile wider.

Then Jacks was taking hold of the ribbon around her waist and tugging her closer to him. She'd noticed before that he couldn't go very long without touching her. Tucking hair behind her ear, toying with the straps of her gown, coming up behind her and pressing kisses to the back of her neck as he wrapped his cool arms around her and whispered things that often made her blush.

'I don't want anyone here but you,' he murmured. Then in one of his lighting-fast moves, he deftly stole the paintbrush from her fingers.

'What are you doing?' she squeaked as Jacks released her waist and swished the brush across the sign, adding two letters right before the word happily.

'There,' he said smugly, 'it's fixed now.'

Evangeline scowled, as did the little blue dragon who'd been perched happily on the sign. The greeting on the sign, still swinging from Jacks' handiwork, now read:

THE HOLLOW

Inn for Travellers, Adventurers

and Those searching for

UNHappily Ever After.

'No one will come if it says that,' Evangeline said.

'Don't be so pessimistic,' Jacks carelessly dropped the brush back in the bucket. 'People will still come. They'll just be a little cursed if they dare to stay here.'

(Indigo Exclusive Edition Alternate Ending).”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“Are you okay?”
“We’re okay.”
“I’m asking if you’re okay.”
― Kailey Bright, Unity