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[heywardsdoll]

i think we don't talk about how gentle pope is? from the first day when you decide to come treasure hunting with pope, he notices the little things. he noticed how your hands seem to shake every single time things start to get a little dangerous, or how your doe eyes always fixated on him before you went to sleep snuggled at his side.

pope noticed how you rubbed your thumbs on his with a small smile on your face, but he especially noticed how you listened to him. your head would be turned, almost attuned to everything he was saying. it didn't matter if someone wasn't listening, you always had your head perched near, bambi eyes blinking.

your gentle voice would get drowned out in passionate outbursts with the pogue's but he valued your opinion more than anything. but what he would never forget is how he knows what's more than what you can handle. from day one you've always begged to be near pope, to go with him no matter what—and for gods sake to know if he was safe or not.

you needed to be close, to have that skin to skin contact. sometimes when things got tough in season four, all you would do was get in his lap. jj and john b would get all quiet, seeing you screw your eyes shut and try to squeeze yourself near pope. he welcomed it too, stroking your hair gently, daring to glare at anyone who looked badly at you.

the two of you were a team.

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[becausebuckley]

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[flufftober]

🍂 🍃 Hello and welcome to our fifth annual Flufftober 🍂 🍃

Wow, we’re so excited to be back for our mini-anniversary and even more excited to have you here with us!

As has become our tradition: let’s fill the month of October with as much fluff as possible 🥰 since it's our mini-anniversary, we have a little surprise for you aside from the main list of 31 prompts and the alt prompts you're used to...😏

As with all our events, our standard blog rules apply, and you'll find answers to most questions on our FAQ post.

Below the cut, you'll find the necessary posting info and all the prompts in writing. If you have any more questions, please feel free to send us an ask.

Prompt Extras

Once again, we're offering you the option of Prompt Extras. You're more than welcome to replace prompts from the original list if they don't work for you for whatever reason - no explanation needed.

Aside from last year's fan favorites, we once again have a challenge for you: five rather romantic prompts - but make them platonic!

But wait, there's more...

As a little treat for our mini-anniversary, your Modmins got together and voted on their favorite prompts from previous years. We present:

Remember, you can use the Prompt Extras however you like:

to replace a prompt from the original list

to create even more content aside from the original prompts

mixed together to enhance one or more of the other prompts

Whichever way you use them, have fun and go wild 💚

We hope you like these prompts, and now

Happy Creating 🥳

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Prompts

1. Anniversary

2. Pet Sitting

3. In Vino Veritas

4. Set in another time

5. Early Morning Walks

6. Late Night Talks

7. Moving Day

8. Cursed

9. Coming Home

10. Set up by Friends

11. “Double or nothing?”

12. Blizzard or Heatwave

13. Hosting a Holiday Event

14. Stuck or Lost Together

15. “This looks fun.” - “Not the word I would use, but okay.”

16. Pillows, Plushies, Piles of Blankets

17. Making or Buying a Costume

18. “Is this seat taken?” - “That depends...”

19. Risky Rescue Mission

20. Fake Relationship

21. Pumpkin Carving

22. Polar Opposites

23. Group Hug

24. Letters

25. Cold Hands

26. Co-Parenting a Pet

27. Meeting in the Middle

28. “Is that my hoodie?” - “... No?”

29. Book Shop AU/Library AU

30. Sharing Earphones

31. “Stay?”

Prompt Extras

Last Year's Favorites

Alt 1. “This is spooky.” - “Really?”

Alt 2. Fantasy AU/Mundane AU

Alt 3. Lost Pet Meet Cute

Alt 4. Hoodie Weather

Alt 5. Only One Bed

Challenge "Make it Platonic!"

Alt 6. First Date

Alt 7. “Can I kiss you?”

Alt 8. Moving in Together

Alt 9. Planning the Perfect Proposal

Alt 10. And They Lived Happily Ever After

Your Modmins’ Favorites

Alt 11. Up Against the Wall Kiss

Alt 12. Keeping someone safe

Alt 13. Caught in the Rain

Alt 14. “You kept this?”

Alt 15. Soulmate AU

Alt 16. Fireplace

Alt 17. x + 1

Alt 18. Swoon

Alt 19. First Dance

Alt 20. “I’ve got you”

Alt 21. Fireman’s Carry

Alt 22. Wearing Each Other’s Clothes

Alt 23. “I hate you” – “I love you too”

Alt 24. Winning a Teddy for the Other

Alt 25. “I’m cold” – “Here, have my jacket”

[exoticb-utters]

So this is Love?

“Flufftober” series. 5 All Smite X Reader Part 1/3 Word Count: 1.7k

Writing this for self indulgent purposes…enjoy ;)

You huffed in frustration, wiping the water that relentlessly poured down your face from the heavy rain. A crack of thunder is heard overhead as your heels clack against the ground.

Knew I should’ve brought an umbrella to work today…

You stomp your way home, silently chastising yourself for forgetting that it would be raining today- well, technically tonight. Fortunately, you didn’t live too far away.

Just as you pass an alleyway, you heard a cough. You slow down your movements, turning your head to the ominously dark path. 

“H-hello?” You call out, not sure if you wanted a response in this situation. 

Instead, another cough rings out from the darkness, this one sounding more ragged and…wet?

“D-do you need help? It’s raining pretty hard out here…” You trail off, lifting a hand over your eyes to block the cold water from running down your face further. 

Nothing fills the silence this time. 

You take a deep breath before exhaling with a sigh. Just your luck. 

You turn on your heel and walk into the abyss. The night sky and even darker clouds did nothing to help you see in this alley, but there were some (barely) functional streetlights behind you. 

You spot a large figure, kneeling behind a dumpster in a hunched over position. “Sir, a-are you hurt?” You ask, nervously approaching the stranger. 

What were you doing? This is crazy! You, a single woman, are approaching a random man in an alleyway for crying out loud! 

Another sickly cough is ripped from his lungs, his chest heaving as a crimson liquid spills out onto the pavement beneath him. 

Well, this random man in the alleyway clearly needs help. Your brain reminds you. As a nurse, it was hard to ignore your moral code. Guess old habits die hard. 

With another sigh you bend over, inspecting him further. You almost immediately notice a large gash on his side. You quickly cover your mouth to hide your gasp. 

“You’re hurt!” You exclaim as your eyes flickered over his body, searching for any extra injuries.

“Well, obviously.” The man before you sneers, his voice deep and…slightly intimidating if you were being honest. He hacks once more, another concerning amount of blood splattering against the ground as he did so. 

“Here, let me help you.” You offer your hand. Who were you kidding, this guy was a literal giant- no wayyou were lifting him up. 

You see his head tilt to the side, as if he were giving you a once over before scoffing. 

“Come on, you’re seriously hurt, can you walk?” You question, slightly retracting your hand. 

“Yeah…probably.” He answers almost shakily, all previous attitude in his tone gone. 

“Well, you can’t just sit here and bleed out so up you go!” You huff, taking his hand in an unsuccessful attempt to lift him to his feet. 

He sighs to himself before pushing himself up, standing on his feet now. 

And holy shit was he tall. 

“Lean on me if you have to, my apartment’s closer than the hospital so I’ll fix you up there okay?” You say softly, looking up at him to make sure he was okay. 

You found he was already looking down at you. His thick blonde brows were furrowed in an unreadable expression as blood ran from his forehead to his chin. You felt a shiver run down your spine at his intense gaze. You quickly brushed it off, not letting yourself overthink the action. 

“I’ll take that as a yes…” You answer for him, the heavy pitter-patter of the rain drowning out any surrounding sounds other than your soft tone. 

“It’s just down the street.” You lead him out the alleyway, his large arm slung across your shoulder awkwardly as he held his injured side. 

You’re given a curt nod as he hobbles next to you. The sight of your predicament was truly an unruly one, thankfully, the hour of this rainy night prevented anyone from being outside to witness it.

In record time, you made it to your small home. You helped him up the stairs before opening the front door.

“You don’t lock your doors?” Whether it was a look of astonishment or disdain he was giving you, you couldn’t tell. 

“Um…no? Is that weird?” You reply, chuckling to yourself. You led him to your living room, motioning for him to sit on the couch while you looked for your med-kit. 

“Well, seeing how there are villains around these parts that could break in at any time while you’re away- yes. It is very weird.” He says matter-of-factly while you fished through the bathroom cabinets. 

You snort out a laugh from the other side of the house at his reply, coming back with the kit and rag in hand. He then plopped down on the sofa, the furniture dipping in from his size with a dangerous groan.

“Well, with heroes around I guess I haven’t found a reason to lock it.” You hum with a shrug, sitting next to him on the coach. 

“Lift your shirt for me.” 

He did so reluctantly, revealing a deep gash with blood spilling from it. You sharply inhale through your teeth as you hold your rag against the wound. 

“You need a better bed-side face doc.” He quips, a huff of amusement leaving his lips. If the room wasn’t so quiet, you might’ve missed it. 

Wait a minute…Did he see you leave the hospital? No, that’s impossible how did he know you were a nurse? Your gaze then flew to his in shock. “How did you…?” 

“You still have your tag on, you know that right?” He muses with a raised brow. 

Oh. 

Well, that makes more sense. 

You’re taken by surprise when he slowly reads your name aloud. “Hm, a villain could’ve definitely used your identity against you. You need to be more careful, y/n.” He repeats, your name almost sounding natural coming from his lips. 

“Seems to me that you’re awfully paranoid.” You retort, removing the bloodied rag and taking out the gauze. 

“Or you could just be extremely reckless.” He counters as you begin to stuff the wound to prevent further bleeding. 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” You say finally, wrapping medical cloth around his midsection. 

A comfortable silence fell over you, nothing being heard but the quiet rain from outside. His gaze eventually fell over you. He’d never had someone so gentle with him, All Smite. The number one villain. Clearly you didn’t know his infamous title, or you wouldn’t have him in your home right now. 

He liked it, the break from not instantly being recognized as the number 1 villain in Japan. Maybe he’ll even thank you for your hospitality. 

You tape up the wrap, making sure it wouldn’t move. “Okay, that should hold until the morning when I can take you in for proper treatment at the hospital.” You say while wiping your hand against your forehead, some light sweat forming after the work.

“Let me know if you bleed through the wraps, I’ll change it out whenever okay?” You spare a quick glance at the man in front of you, zipping up the medical equipment.

He looks down at the bandaging, fingers lightly brushing over the material. Another beat goes by before he speaks. “Thank you.” 

“Of course!” You manage, giving him a quick, biter-sweet smile. “I’ll have to make my way to bed now. I wake up early for my next shift.” You say with an exhausted sigh. 

He raises a brow at your words. It was already late, and to think you would be waking up early for another shift was quite the absurd thought to him. 

“How many hours do you work?” He asks, your eyes meeting to his in surprise. 

“Usually around 40-50 a week, I’m always on call during the week but I get weekends off so…” You say with a shrug. 

He shakes his head. That was…objectively too much. Before he has a chance to respond you’re already speaking again. “Well, goodnight! You’re welcome to sleep in the spare bedroom if you’d like.” You offer, motioning to a room down the hall. 

He nods slowly, watching you walk down a different hallway to where he’d assume were your own personal quarters. 

How interesting you were. Interesting and extremely naive. Not only did you just bring the most feared man in all of Japan inside your own home without even realizing it, you gave him hospitality and left him unattended. 

He chuckles to himself, standing up before walking to the spare room you were talking about. 

Opening the door he is meet with a twin bed adorned with white sheets and a single pillow. Other than the bed and a small coffee table next to a window, the room was utterly bare. 

He hummed to himself, sitting on the bed while looking at the window. He watched the water run down the glass tranquilly, lightning flashing in the distance every so often.

He didn’t think he’d stay until morning, but resting his eyes here couldn’t hurt. There was something warm and endearing about your presence. Something he didn’t even know he was missing until encountering you. 

He’d keep an eye on you, someone who doesn’t lock their doors is sure to be prone to robbery...or some form of villainy. As the man of crime himself, he knew this all too well, more than anyone else. 

He took off his shoes, setting them next to the bed. He laid back into the mattress, the bed frame creaking loudly under his weight. 

Even though his ankles were well off the edge of the bed, he couldn’t recall a time where he’d been this comfortable; so at peace. 

He closed his eyes, he’d stay here and rest. 

At least for a little bit.

[misc-obeyme]

Hello hello!!! I just saw your kink/flufftober post and wondered if I could request “biting” with barbatos? It can be either fluff of nsfw, whichever gets the creative juices flowing more! As always, love the work you do here, thank you!!!!

Hello and thank you I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing! <3

I was doing so well keeping within my word count limit until now. I can't act like I'm surprised, it's Barbatos we're talking about lol. And I decided to use this as a kink prompt because ooooof I love biting. So you know, having two things I very much enjoy as a prompt ended up with something slightly longer than perhaps intended. But I think it turned out okay still!

Thank you for submitting a prompt!

KINKTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Barbatos

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: biting, a little bit of blood, oral and penetration (both reader receiving)

You were in the kitchen at the Demon Lord's Castle, helping Barbatos make red velvet cupcakes. Since it was a flavor from the human world, you had agreed to help out with making them, passing final judgment on how they turned out. You were currently mixing the red food coloring into the batter. While the recipe you had used was a classic red velvet recipe, the bright color of the cake still needed that extra vibrancy from the food coloring.

Barbatos was beside you, mixing vanilla into the frosting.

Normally, Barbatos entered a sort of flow when baking. It was almost meditative, the way he moved around the kitchen so easily. But at that moment, you noticed that he seemed a little distracted. Certainly the frosting was looking delicious, but he seemed to be focused elsewhere.

You stopped what you were doing and looked over at him. He froze, meeting your eyes for a moment before flicking his gaze down to your fingers.

You looked down at your hands and saw that they were covered in red food coloring.

You laughed a little. "Sorry," you said. "I'm making a mess, huh? Is that why you're so distracted?"

Barbatos closed his eyes and frowned. "You needn't apologize, MC. I'm afraid seeing that brilliant red on your skin has made me think of things I shouldn't."

You were puzzled by this response. You cocked your head curiously. "Such as…?"

Barbatos opened his eyes and the hunger you saw there made heat run through you. Barbatos put down the spatula he'd been using to mix the vanilla into the frosting and took one of your hands instead. He brought it to his lips and kissed away some of the red. The way it painted his lips was so sensual your knees went weak.

You let out a little gasp as Barbatos circled behind you, putting his red stained lips to your neck. You had to grip the kitchen counter for support as he sucked for a moment, his arms going around your waist.

Barbatos let his teeth scrape gently across your skin as he pulled his lips away. "Forgive me, MC. I am not sure what has come over me."

His arms moved as if he was about to move away from you, but you put both of your hands on them. You didn't care that you were likely getting red food coloring on him. You just wanted to hold him in place. "Don't stop."

Barbatos pressed himself into you and there was no mistaking the erection you felt against you as he put his lips back on your neck.

You moaned as he bit down gently, as though he couldn't resist but he also didn't want to hurt you too much.

You deliberately pushed yourself back against him, making it clear that you knew how turned on he already was.

Barbatos laughed softly against your neck. "What is it you would like from me, MC?"

"I want you to bite harder," you said.

Barbatos put his lips on your ear. "As you wish."

A tingle ran up your spine at the sound of his voice in your ear. He turned you around in his arms, then lifted you bodily. He set you down on the kitchen counter, on a spot that was far away from where you had been attempting to make red velvet cupcakes.

In moments, Barbatos had removed your clothes and put his lips on your inner thighs. Your hands flew to his head, fingers running through his hair. You gasped and tried desperately not to pull when he bit down on the sensitive skin there, harder than before just as you had asked. He worked his way up your thigh, biting the whole time, making you gasp and whine as he did.

When he finally put his tongue between your legs, you cried out his name, your legs squeezing around his head involuntarily. He stayed there for a long time, but he never let you get too close to orgasming.

Barbatos finally stood up, causing you to whine and grip at his arms unhappily. You squirmed on the counter top as you tried to pull him closer to you. He obliged, moving closer to stand between your knees.

Barbatos reached out and put his fingertips to your neck where he had been biting it earlier. He wasn't wearing his gloves, of course, he had taken them off long before you even started baking. Now his fingers were covered in the red food coloring.

"Barbatos," you said as you pulled on his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his cock. You rubbed it in your hands for a moment before looking at him. "Please."

"Normally I would not allow such a mess to occur on my kitchen counter," Barbatos said quietly, putting his hands on either side of you and leaning in to your neck once again. "But I'm afraid you've awakened something in me, MC."

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders in an attempt to pull him closer. You realized that the counter here was a bit lower than it was in most of the other places in the kitchen. Which meant that you were at the perfect height. You smirked a little when you realized that Barbatos knew exactly what he was doing when he placed you here.

The smirk was gone in an instant as Barbatos pressed his cock into you, his teeth leaving marks on your neck at the same time, his hands gripping your hips. You had to hold on because as soon as he was inside you, Barbatos did not hold back. You felt your entire body heat up as he thrust fast and hard, his teeth continuing down your neck. He reached up to pull your top out of the way so he could bite down your shoulder.

The sweetness of his cock inside you mixed with the pleasurable pain of his teeth was almost too much sensation. You couldn't hold still and you couldn't keep quiet. You were already close from when he was using his tongue and it wasn't long before you were crying out, clamping hard around him. You felt his cum inside you only moments later.

When Barbatos pulled away to look at you, the red of the food coloring was still bright against his lips, but there was a slightly darker red next to it now. He leaned back in and kissed the bite marks he had left.

"Your blood is much prettier than this food coloring," he said softly in your ear. "I do hope I did not hurt you too much by drawing it."

You sighed against him, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Next time you can add the food coloring to the batter."

Barbatos chuckled, taking your face in his hands and kissing you. Later you would need to wash the red off your hands as well as your lips, cheeks, neck, and thighs.

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[heiayen]

a hug for your worries!🌻 gn!reader x suna rintarou summary🌻your grumbling stomach and toasts you were preparing have to all wait, because you boyfriend came back home in a terrible, sour and horrible mood. but it appears there is a way to fix it... tags🌻prompt used "give me a hug" /drabble. fluff, established relationship, silly banter between reader and suna <3 petnames (reader to suna), also my very first time writing for hq and suna in general so forgive any ooc!! notes 🌻 wow. haikyuu debut. unexpected! also take this as my official writing comeback because i have a few fics more planned! this is technically first part of a short multifandom fluff prompts series! was supposed to be flufftober but i got too impatient and decided to just post fics as i write them! so. expect more. if you're my mutual (it's directed) you are morally obligated to look away 🫵 because i am embarrassed. everyone else enjoy <3

Suna Rintarou had a bad day, and you knew that from the very moment he came back home. 

It was in the way he closed the doors, nearly slamming them which was instantly followed by mumbled cursing (because he really didn't mean to, he was tired and his hand slipped!). In the way you could barely hear his grumbled 'I'm home', or in the way he took off his shoes, put them away, and sighed loudly.

During his little drama show, you just raised your eyebrows in amusement, continuing to prepare food. You figured Rintarou would also want to eat, especially when in such a mood, so you grabbed another piece of bread for an extra toast. Good thing you shared the same taste for what to eat your toasts with...

And soon, you heard footsteps behind. 

"Hi, Rin– ugh, get off of me!" you huffed, barely able to finish the sentence, before you felt his arms wrap around your middle, his chin resting on your shoulder. In no way you could continue making food with this guy all over you. 

"No."

"Yes!" You slapped his hand with the back of the butter knife handle, but to no avail, for he only dug his chin harder into your shoulder. 

(Which earned him another slap and an annoyed groan from you when it still didn't work.)

"Is this how you treat your boyfriend?" You could hear the pout in his voice, despite not seeing his face. You rolled your eyes.

"Drama queen," you mumbled, pressing a kiss into his hair. "Hi, love. Hard day?"

He hummed in agreement, and you only hummed back, continuing with the food.

"Did someone piss you off during practice?" you asked softly, and Rin shook his head.

"Don' wanna talk about it."

And then, there was a moment of silence and you almost missed his next words, mumbled into your neck.

"...give me a hug?"

You almost rolled your eyes at him (again), ready to remark how you're not only busy, but he's already hugging you, but instead, you turned around in his embrace and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, returning the hug, and you felt him relax.

You were curious as to what was the cause of his sour mood, because it was somewhat of a rare view of Rintarou, but you didn't push. If he wanted to, he would talk to you, and you would gladly listen to him.

Some seconds more passed before you remembered the poor, abandoned toasts. 

"...how about you go change? And let me finish making food?" you asked, patting him on the shoulder.

"Are you kicking me out," he deadpanned, and you had to fight the urge to laugh at him. How horrible of a person you were for even asking him to leave the kitchen.

"Well, yes." You shrugged, but made no move to actually push him away. "Food won't make itself and I bet you're hungry, so get out." 

"No."

But maybe you should've pushed him, you started to think. It surely wouldn't hurt, pun not intended. 

"Yes, Rin, yes. Out of the kitchen."

"You're horrible," Rintarou sighed heavily, and you groaned, already seeing the direction this conversation was starting to go in. "I'm a suffering man and this is how you act?"

"You're repeating yourself, you asshole." This time you gave into the urge and hit him on his shoulder, earning a very fake sounding 'ouch' from him. "And if you can act all smart with me, then you're fine. Get out!"

That made him huff out a laugh which you took as a good sign, one of Rintarou getting back in a good mood, so you smiled yourself. He moved away from you, just enough to look at you, still keeping his arms wrapped around you, but not for much longer.

Rintarou cupped your cheeks and leaned closer to your face, your foreheads almost touching.

"Absolutely horrible, y'know?" he snickered (the humor in his voice obvious) and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. 

"You looove me anyway,"  you sing-sang, smiling widely. Something appeared in his fox-like eyes after your words, soft and warm, but very quickly, the charm broke.

"Yeah, I do," he said after a moment, quieter. And then added, because it wouldn't be him if he didn't—

"Unfortunately."

You gasped at his words in mock offense, much to his amusement, and pushed at his chest. "You're not getting even a burned toast, Rintarou."

That seemed to work, as he finally moved away from you, frowning at your poor excuse of a threat. He left the kitchen with a few more complaints about you, to which you only waved him a goodbye, have a nice shower, don't slip.

...oh, well, you really should go back to those toasts. 

[cuddlepilefics]

Caught in the rain

Fandom: Seventeen

Sickie: Vernon/Hansol

Caregivers: DK/Seokmin, Dino/Chan, Jun/Junhui

Prompts:

Feveruary 2025: 3 caught in the rain, 14 falling asleep in the wrong place, 15 guiding sickie back to bed, 20 lost voice/strep throat @feveruary

Fluffbingo: sleepy hug, “You’re the best.” @flufftober

No one’s POV.:

Should Vernon have known about the rain after it had already been pouring all week? Yeah, he probably should. Was the rain the last thing on his mind when he woke up late after forgetting to set an alarm? Most definitely. Knowing he wouldn’t be able to make it to practice on time, Vernon threw on some sweatpants and a t-shirt before grabbing his backpack and rushing out the door. He loved his group and how large their team was but that ultimately meant more people to let down by being late. If only he had had the same morning schedule as Jun, DK and Dino, they would’ve made sure he was up but they had wanted to grant him that extra hour of sleep that ended up being an extra two hours.

With the adrenaline soaring through his veins, Vernon didn’t feel the cold, only the rain in his eyes was a slight bother. He hadn’t wanted to wait for a cab, so now he was paying the prize for it, his clothes soon soaked through to the skin. Luckily, he was wearing black, so it wasn’t immediately apparent, just how soaked he was. Arriving to practice late was already more than embarrassing enough. To Vernon’s surprise, the scolding turned out relatively mild, though he couldn’t tell whether the members had pity on him because he looked like a drowned dog or whether they didn’t want to waste anymore valuable practice time on him.

Jumping straight into practice had some unexpected benefits. Vernon didn’t get the chance to feel cold in his wet clothes, immediately staring to run hot. At some point, he wasn’t sure if the moisture in his clothes were rain or sweat and honestly, it didn’t really matter either. Vernon wanted to make up for being late by giving it his all and going all out during practice, in hindsight probably exerting himself more than he should’ve.

“Please tell me you have some dry clothes to change into”, Seokmin frowned when practice was finally over. Vernon was far more drenched than any of them, so he knew it couldn’t all be sweat. Wiping his face on his towel, the younger groaned: “Fuck, I forgot. Only grabbed my bag and left.” – “Alright, we’ll find you something”, Seokmin sighed, digging through his bag. He only had a spare shirt but with so many members, chances were high someone else would be carrying something.

Jun had a pair of sweatpants in his locker and promised to grab them for Vernon, while Jeonghan offered his hoodie. Though he ended up looking a little funny, Vernon was glad to finally feel dry again. Being caught in the rain and exerting himself in wet clothes for four hours had taken quite a toll on his mood and to make matters worse, he felt completely off now, flashing hot and cold. “You good now?”, Seokmin asked as they prepared to head to a meeting. Not wanting to vent his sour mood at the older, Vernon nodded. It was his fault that his day had begun so shitty. If only he had set an alarm.

Seated between Wonwoo and Seokmin, Vernon easily let his thoughts drift away during the meeting. He was brought back to focus when Wonwoo nudged his arm and gently slid his water bottle closer. Getting the hint, Vernon took a few sips and shuddered. He was starting to feel a little chilled, despite having changed his clothes. The water had felt nice on his throat though, so he shot his hyung a small smile. He was so spaced out, that he didn’t even notice how they took a small break, startling when Wonwoo hummed: “Are you okay, Sollie? You’re so quiet.” – “Throat hurts”, the younger mumbled, resting his chin on his hands. Not even finding the energy to keep up appearances anymore.

Vernon closed his eyes as Wonwoo’s hand ran up and down his back. “Really not your day, huh?”, Seokmin chuckled softly but it soon turned into a frown, when Vernon cupped his sweater paws over his lips and muffled a painful sounding cough. Jeonghan looked up at the sound and shot Wonwoo a look, they both silently agreeing that their second youngest was most definitely coming down with something. Gently tugging the hood off of Vernon’s head, Wonwoo cupped the younger’s forehead and clicked his tongue: “You’re pretty warm. Think you’re running a fever?” – “I dunno, might still be from dancing”, Vernon mumbled, his voice undeniably hoarse, “Just having an off day, will probably be fine once I take a nap.” – “If you say so”, Seokmin hummed, not wanting to argue with their dongsaeng though he too had some concerns.

Before the meeting resumed, they had gotten Vernon some lozenges for his throat but he only seemed to grow sleepier and they couldn’t shake the feeling the he was starting to run a temperature. He had spent the rest of the day in a fog and looked down in confusion when he noticed that he was wearing a scarf all of a sudden. It looked a lot like Jihoon’s but why was it around his neck?

“He’s so out of it”, Jihoon commented as he returned to his seat next to Seungcheol. Following a harsh coughing fit from Vernon, he had gotten up to lend his obviously unwell dongsaeng his scarf but the younger seemed to be so far in his own world that he didn’t even blink when Jihoon wrapped the scarf around his neck. Seungcheol studied Vernon closely and sighed: “Glad he doesn’t have anymore schedule after this meeting but by the looks of it, I doubt he’ll be fit to work tomorrow. Whatever this is, he’s only just coming down with it.” – “Can you clear his schedule for tomorrow?” – “You can trust that I will try my very best”, the leader muttered, “You know it’s always a gamble.”

“Come on, Sollie. Time to go home”, Seokmin smiled as he picked up his dongsaeng’s bag. Vernon weakly pushed his chair back and got to his feet, holding onto the table for a moment. Linking their arms, Jun promised: “I’ll make you some nice soup once we’re home. You sound like you need it.” Vernon wondered how he could sound like he needed it when he hadn’t said a word in the past two hours. Doubling over with another harsh coughing fit was all the explanation he needed. Maybe he wasn’t as discrete in his suffering as he had convinced himself he was.

Gently easing the younger down on his bed, Jun instructed: “Change into something comfy and I’ll have some soup ready soon.” Vernon nodded obediently. Part of him was really craving a hot shower but the task seemed so strenuous, he wasn’t sure he’d manage. “Hey, you wanna have a movie night later? You look like you could use some maknae-time as a cheer up after such a bad day”, Chan smiled as he popped his head in. Looking up at his fellow makane-liner with glossy eyes, Vernon rasped: “My eyes and head hurt but if we watch something I already know, so I can just listen….” – “Sure, you can pick whatever you want and I’ll provide cuddles and snacks”, the younger giggled, “Come on, get ready for dinner.”

“Hyu-“, Vernon forced out, turning away coughing. When he turned back to Jun, tears dotted his lashes. He tried asking his question again but no sound would come out, so he pulled out his phone and typed: ‘Hyung, I think I need to call S.Coups-hyung. I have a fever.’ – “You only figured that out now?!”, the older gasped, “Sol, trust me, we’re all well aware and S.Coups-hyung knows too. He’s doing his best to clear your schedule.” Vernon looked so adorably confused, Jun couldn’t help but coo as he guided the younger to a chair at the dining table. “How?”, Vernon mouthed. Ruffling the younger’s hair, Jun chuckled: “You’re so out of it. You always get so spacey when you run a temperature. Today it was as if only your body was present.”

Soon Jun, Seokmin, Vernon and Chan were all gathered around the dining table, quietly eating dinner for the sake of Vernon’s headache. Seokmin had brought the younger a small writing pad for communication when he learned he had lost his voice from all the coughing. “Do you think he’ll be up for movie night, hyung?”, Chan asked softly as he helped Jun clear the table while Seokmin went to find some medicine for Vernon. Shrugging, Jun hummed: “He looks like he’s about to fall asleep with his head on the table but maybe he’ll appreciate the company?”

“Sollie, hey, wake up for me for a moment, yeah?”, Seokmin whispered, stroking the younger’s hair, “Swallow those, will you? They should help with the pain and fever.” Yawning, Vernon propped his head up and chased the pills down with a few sips of water. He almost went back to sleep, when Seokmin poked him again and smiled: “You can sleep but let’s at least get you back to bed first, hm?” Chan joined them right away, helping Seokmin manhandle him to his room. “Let me guess, you just wanna sleep?” Vernon desperately shook his head, though he could barely keep his eyes open. “Wait, I’ll get your writing pad”, the maknae promised, hurrying back to the table. When he handed it to his friend, the other clumsily scribbled ‘movie’.

‘Where he go?’, Vernon scribbled, pouting at Seokmin when Chan disappeared. He knew he wasn’t that great company right now but he figured the maknae would watch a movie with him anyway. Helping Vernon under the blanket, Seokmin shrugged. He had no idea what the younger was up to.

Not long after, Chan returned with his laptop, a steaming cup of tea and a bag of cough drops. “I promised you snacks, didn’t I? Sick-people snacks will have to do though”, Chan beamed as he placed the items on the nightstand. As soon as he took a seat on the bed, Vernon pulled him into a sleepy hug, breathing: “You’re the best.”

[waywardxwords]

I Always Have

Summary: Dean reluctantly agrees to visit a haunted house with you.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: Slight language, small mention of claustrophobia, fluff!

A/N: Day 3 of the #flufftober2023 (@flufftober) prompt challenge! The prompt is: "Wait, you love me?" - "I always have." Side note: if you are on my tag list, I am planning/attempting to post once a day during the month of October. I know that’s a lot of tags and mentions, so if you’d like to be removed you can do so through the Tag List linked in my bio.

Enjoy!

Haunted Houses weren’t really Dean’s thing…well, of course real haunted houses were. But this was different. This wasn’t haunted by real spirits or monsters; mostly just local high school and college students who needed extra money in the fall so they dressed up like ghosts and ghouls. 

Dean had always hated the idea of actually visiting a haunted house. “You’re gonna pay money to go into an old building and have idiot kids try to scare you? Seriously? That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.” 

“It’s not just a haunted house, Deanie,” you had egged him on with the nickname he didn’t seem to appreciate. “It’s the pumpkins, and the apple cider, and that fun feeling of experiencing fall and Halloween as a kid.” He had just rolled his eyes. You loved getting under his skin, and as much as you would tell Sam you didn’t know why, you knew (and Sam knew, for that matter).

“Would you two just kiss already?” Sam had teased you from the kitchen of the bunker one night after you had poked and pushed on Dean so hard he had given up and retreated to his bedroom. 

“Ew,” you had forced yourself to shudder at the thought. “Don’t make me puke.”

He laughed so hard he tossed his head back as he did it. “Yeah, okay. The tension between you two is about to make me puke, so do me a favor and just keep it outta the main living areas, got it?” He wasn’t able to dodge the sponge you had been washing dishes with as you tossed it right at his head. 

So here you stood on this October night in the bunker looking at Dean blankly. You blinked twice. 

“You comin’ or not?” He drawled with mock frustration as he pulled his army green jacket over his red and black buffalo plaid flannel. He grabbed the keys off of the counter top and looked at you expectantly. 

“You’re taking me to the haunted house?” You still didn’t believe him. 

“I was plannin’ on it, but you better hurry the hell up before I change my mind,” he grumbled but couldn’t hide the tug at the corner of his lips as you practically squealed and ran by him to get your jacket. 

“Dude,” Sam eyed his brother as soon as you were out of ear shot. 

“I don’t want to hear it,” Dean held up his hand and went to wait for you in the Impala. 

“What made you change your mind?” You finally asked as Dean pulled the Impala into a parking spot in the dirt field. There were tons of other cars—this wasn’t just a haunted house, but a haunted trail as well and you could hardly hide your excitement. 

“I was tired of hearin’ you bitch and moan,” he shot you a cheesy, over exaggerated smile with his eyes squinted. You rolled your eyes and flung the door open. “Hey, careful with my Baby!” He chirped, his face suddenly morphed into a small scowl. 

“I’m not gonna hurt your precious car, Deanie,” you teased as you met him by the front of the Impala. Each step you took almost had a skip to it, and you couldn’t help yourself as you slipped your arm through his and linked it just at his elbow. 

You weren’t sure if you imagined it, but you felt like his demeanor softened. The two of you walked like that as your boots crunched against the gravel and dirt. There were quite a few others there and a line had formed. The trail was dark but lit by yellow glowing lanterns strung from trees and solar path lights on the ground. 

“Fifteen dollars per person,” there was a teenaged boy at the front of the line with a cash box. Dean’s scowl returned. “Cash only.” He added on at the end. 

“Seriously? Fifteen bucks?” He looked at the kid who just pointed to the sign taped to the front of the table he was at. It read in printed font, ‘$15 per adult’. “Great,” Dean fumbled in his back pocket for his wallet. 

“I got it, Dean. You brought me here and I know it’s not your thing,” you reached for your cross body bag to fish out the money. 

“I got it,” Dean huffed as he retrieved a $20 and a $10 from his leather wallet. “Here.” He handed it to the kid. The kid nodded you both into the event. “What first? Trail or house?” 

“Hmm,” you pondered, your excitement had returned. “Let’s do the trail first.” Your eyes wandered for a second and a squeal left your lips again before you could reign it back in as your gaze noticed a booth just ahead. 

“Jesus Christ,” Dean mumbled, but there was a slight chuckle tucked behind it. 

“Apple cider!” You practically pulled him towards the stand. There was no line, so you were under the lights of the vendor almost immediately. “Two apple ciders, please.” This time, you were sure to pull out your wallet first. 

“That’ll be six dollars,” the woman returned with two cups of cider. You handed her the cash and handed a cup to Dean. 

“Cheers!” You beamed as you clinked your paper cup against his. You noticed a small eye roll from him, but he obliged and took a sip. 

He made a sour face. “Why do you love this stuff?” He rubbed his lips together to get the sweet sticky substance off. 

“I think the real question is, how do you not love this kinda stuff,” you threw back at him as you looped your arm back through his and slowly walked towards the trail. “Halloween is so magical, Dean! It’s literally the best time of year. I think they’ve even polled people on that and determined it is actually the majority's favorite time of the year.”

“Yeah, well, they forgot to poll me on that one,” he grumbled. “We fight this stuff every day. Not this stuff, because it’s fake. But the real deal—the kinda stuff that could kill us. How are you not jaded by that?”

You took a moment before you answered. Your feet stopped moving, so Dean’s stopped too. He turned to look at you as your arm fell out of his. 

“When I was a kid, my Dad loved Halloween. I swear, his whole mood changed when fall rolled around. He built a wooden casket and rigged it with fishing wire to open when our front door opened. We scared every kid that came to our house. And kids would literally come from all over to get spooked,” the memory brought a smile to your lips. “I didn’t even want to trick-or-treat half the time. I just wanted to be at home with my Dad scaring the local middle schoolers. My Dad could be difficult,” your smile fell for a moment as other memories tried to make their way through—memories that Dean was well versed in at this point in your friendship. “But when Halloween came around? Man, those were the best days.”

Dean was silent as his eyes watched your face. He saw the emotions ebb and flow as you spoke. He nodded once. “Okay, then,” he said simply. “Let’s go get spooked.” This time, he held his arm out for you to link yours through, causing you to smile. 

The trail ended up being more hilarious than terrifying. But you and Dean had thoroughly enjoyed watching others jump and yell as they made their way through. 

Next up, the haunted house. This was a little bit different than the trail, as the hallways were so tightly constructed, only one person could walk ahead at a time. You shuddered slightly as you waited, but it was enough for Dean to notice.

“Oh, come on,” he teased as he glanced over his shoulder at you. “You’re not scared, are you?”

Your face scrunched at him as you gave him a slight nudge. “Not scared,” you emphasized. “Just jumpy…” sounds of other haunted house goers ahead of you erupted from just inside the corridor–it made you excited all over again. 

It was your turn to enter the main hallway next. They paused between groups to give everyone the full experience. Dean led the way with you closely behind. The house was even darker than outside, if possible, so it took your eyes a second or two to adjust. 

There were fake cobwebs and a strobe light tucked away somewhere that sent flashes of light in the hall. Screams filled your ears, and you weren’t sure if they were from other patrons or if there was an audio playing in the background—probably the latter. Your eyes danced around in sensory overload as you tried to take it all in. As Dean rounded the first corner, you missed the memo that there were holes cut out in the wall, so when the first pair of hands reached out followed by someone growling behind the plywood, you couldn’t help the way your body jumped or the scream that followed. 

Dean tossed his head back in laughter and turned briefly to look at you. Your heart beat pretty hard against your chest, but you still reached out to swat at him. He surprised you by catching your wrist with his large palm and carefully pulled your arms so they were around his middle. He held them there, and you realized he was giving you something to hold onto. 

“Alright, Kat Harvey,” he referenced your favorite Casper-loving character from the classic ghost movie. “You’re alright.” The hum of his voice vibrated through the layers of clothing on his back. Even though you didn’t feel scared anymore, you couldn’t pull your arms away. 

You inched behind Dean throughout the rest of the haunted house, laughter erupted from both of you as teenagers tried to scare you. It was refreshing to see Dean laugh—truly laugh—and it made you smile. 

As you exited the house, he released your hands he had clutched against his middle and cleared his throat. “That was…”

“I know, I know,” you rolled your eyes as you shook off the empty feeling you felt without his touch. “It was lame, you can say it.”

He hesitated for a moment as he looked back to the house and then shrugged towards you. “Nah, I was gonna say it was actually kinda fun.” A smile tugged at his lips. 

“Oh…” you grinned back. “Yeah, it was fun. Thanks for bringing me here, Dean.” You tucked a fallen strand of hair behind your ear and turned to head back to the parking lot. 

“Where are you going?” He asked. When you turned back, you noticed he hadn’t moved from his spot. 

“Uh…back to the car? That was all you had signed up for…heck, you kinda threw me a bone agreeing to do both the trail and the haunted house.”

“Nuh uh,” he shook his head. “I spent thirty bucks to get us in here. There’s a pumpkin carving booth over there. You said ‘pumpkins, apple cider and haunted houses’. We’re doin’ all three, dammit,” he said firmly but followed it up with a smile. 

Your eyes beamed at at him and you bit your bottom lip gently before striding back over to him, “God, I love you.” Your breath caught in your throat after the last word and you froze. With widened eyes, you refused to meet his gaze. 

There was a long pause that felt much longer than it probably was. But very quietly you heard his voice, “Wait, you love me?”

You paused again, but put on your big girl panties and turned to him slowly. “I always have.”

His eyes watched you closely for a moment, and then he moved to you so smoothly. His lips brushed against yours for a moment before he pulled away, but went in for another. 

“I love you, too,” he murmured gently just as your lips parted. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach before he held his arm out for you once more. “Let’s go carve some pumpkins.” He smiled at you, and this time you knew it was different. It was a smile of contentment. Like everything he had needed, had come to fruition in that moment. 

“Let’s,” you beamed back at him as you tucked your arm through his. He leaned towards you for one more kiss before you made your way to the pumpkin carving station. While you weren’t sure what this meant or how your life was about to change, it didn’t matter at that moment. You had pumpkins, apple cider, haunted houses and Dean Winchester at your fingertips. And with that, you couldn’t think of a more perfect autumn evening.

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[dearstvckyx]

Flufftober | 10.29 |

Trick Or Treat - Quinn Hughes

Halloween night falls over your neighborhood with a cool breeze, and you’re all bundled up to start trick-or-treating: you, Quinn, and your two little ones, Finn Jackson and Genevieve Ellen. It’s one of those perfect fall evenings where leaves crunch underfoot, and the glow of jack-o’-lanterns lights up each doorstep.

Finn, your 7-year-old “superhero”, is wear a Deadpool costumer with so much enthusiasm it’s infectious. “Mom, Dad, I have the plan,” he says, leading the way. “We start at the house with the skeleton, skip the house with the lame candy bowls, and finish at the haunted mansion.” He nods as if he’s cracked the candy code.

Genevieve, your 3-year-old princess, clings to Quinn’s shoulder, gazing wide-eyed at the decorations. Her pink dress sparkles under each porch light, and she’s holding onto her mini pumpkin bucket like it’s her treasure. “Daddy, scary!” she whispers when she spots a particularly spooky skeleton, hiding her face in his sweater.

“Oh, no need to worry, Princess Vivi,” Quinn assures her, brushing her hair from her face. “Daddy’s here. Skeletons don’t stand a chance against us.”

At each house, Genevieve waits until Finn makes his bold superhero moves, showing off his “dance” to the neighbors, which always gets laughs and an extra piece of candy. Then, with a shy little voice, she whispers her own “trick or treat,” holding out her bucket before scampering back to Quinn, who gives her a wink and a reassuring pat on her tiny tiara-clad head.

Meanwhile, you’re holding onto the extra candy bag Quinn insisted on bringing “just in case,” but you both know it’s for his late-night snack stash. “Not stealing from the kids, are you?” you tease, nudging him. He gives you a mock-offended look, pretending to guard the bag with exaggerated seriousness. “Hey, I’m just making sure it’s all safe.”

As you make your way down the block, Finn makes a running dive towards a house with inflatable ghosts, shouting, “Don’t worry, everyone! I’ll protect you!” Genevieve gasps and claps, fully believing in her big brother’s “hero” powers. The house owners laugh, dropping an extra candy bar into Finn’s bag.

When you reach the last house—the famous “haunted mansion” Finn had on his map—Genevieve clings to both you and Quinn, giggling nervously as she watches Finn bravely approach the door. Quinn leans down, whispering, “We can do this, right, Princess Vivi?” She gives a big, brave nod and clutches her pumpkin bucket with a determined look.

The door creaks open, revealing an impressively spooky setup with fog machines and cobwebs galore. Finn takes it all in stride, flashing his best superhero smile as he collects his candy, while Genevieve holds Quinn’s hand tightly but manages a tiny “trick or treat.”

As you all head home, Quinn wraps an arm around you, glancing at the kids—Finn recounting his “heroic” moments of the night and Genevieve, still marveling at the treasures in her pumpkin bucket.

“Think the sugar rush was worth it?” Quinn murmurs, pulling you a bit closer.

You chuckle, watching your little superheroes and princesses make their way down the street. “Wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

[milkywaydrabbles]

Flufftober 35 with Alucard? Maybe a chubby reader, everyone likes a soft pillow :3

A/N: This was nice to write, I appreciate this type of ask ;A; I try to keep it neutral when describing reader normally (outside of the fact they're AFAB and fem!bodied) but I love reading/writing about a chubby girlie!! I hope you enjoy it!

"You're my new pillow" x Alucard

It didn’t take long for you and Alucard to become an item. He really couldn’t keep his eyes off of you for longer than two minutes whenever you were around (and that already was pushing it. Trevor would know, he actively counted so he can prove a point.) He tried to stay ‘mysterious’ and ‘alluring’ – but that was hard to do when all he wanted to do was talk to you about anything and everything that came to mind. Whatever would occupy you enough to not leave, to stay with him. It was embarrassing–Or so he would have thought if he wasn’t too enamored with looking at you and your soft figure. It was a breath of fresh air, he thinks, seeing your curves soft and round, fats of your hips squishing from the edges of your pants. He wonders if you realize you would be revered as a goddess in ancient Rome and Greece–he hopes you do. He’d even dare say that the goddesses don’t hold a candle to you, round face with cheeks that squish up when you smile at him so sweetly, chubby fingers that fiddle with the edge of your skirt when you’re picking dirt off it after dragging too close to the muck. His hands itched to simply hoist you up himself so you didn’t have to walk around the mud. Whatever to make your life easier.

Trevor and Sypha were starting to feel bad for him–it was so obvious that he had fallen so deeply in love with you over the last few weeks and yet wouldn’t do anything about it (something about being a gentleman, whatever.) So without his knowledge, Sypha started having ‘girl time’ with you, trying to push you into asking him, even if just out to dinner. Literally anything to get you alone with him. You were terrified really, but decided to take the jump and ask Alucard out on a date, just a simple dinner at your place–you promised you cooked well (and you made well on that promise! He thought it was delicious!)

Alucard asked for your hand in courtship that night.

And here you both are, however many years later in the castle you’ve come to know as your home, cuddling on the love seat in the study that you begged him to bring in, you wanted to press yourself up close to him as he read (of course the big sap did exactly that). And Alucard still looked at you with the same adoration as he did the first time he laid eyes on you–with hearts in his eyes, hands squeezing the chub of your hips and roaming your soft belly–he wouldn’t have you any other way. He decided he wanted to get more comfortable after feeling your soft and warm skin–

“Adrian, what are you doing?” You couldn’t help but giggle, hands moving away from your lap to give the grown man more space (his legs were hanging off the loveseat) before running your chubby fingers through his blonde curls. The dhampir simply smiled, fangs poking out the sides of his mouth as he closed his eyes. “You’re more comfortable than the seat–so I’ve decided you’re my new pillow.” You laughed again, rolling your eyes playfully at your loving husband. There were days that you couldn’t look at yourself, wishing you’d be able to lose the extra fluff that you had–thinking that Alucard deserved someone more...fit. Skinnier. Prettier. But he always made such an effort so that you’d understand he’d never leave you for anyone else, that he loved you so much for who you are, and that the extra fat was just more for him to love. He reminded you every day in different ways of that. And you figured that right now, might be one of those ways. You did love seeing him so comfortable in your lap... “Hmm..” You hummed, looking over to the crackling fire in the hearth scratching at his scalp. “You seem a bit too long for my lap, dear.” He cracked an eye to look at you, knowing you were already poking fun. And he loved the apples of your cheeks rounding up on your face with your smile.

“But I’d rather be nowhere else, my love.”

[plussizefantasia]

Orange Slices

Flufftober Day 19: Sweaters

Aaron Hotchner x Plus Size! reader

Word Count: 1.0k

AN: I know that I always write with bigger bodies in mind, but this one does mention sharing clothes and some body image stuff. If that bothers you, please protect yourself and don't read. It's still really fluffy but I just want to give a heads up.

Anyway, I love a cute little hotchner family moment and this was really fun to write. I'll see y'all tomorrow <3

divider credit @royallaesthetics

Aaron always took care of the people he loved, it was something he was incredibly good at and something you loved to witness. He took care of you, his team, Jack, and Jessica, and he had tried his best to take care of Haley until the two of them split.

One way he cared for Jack was by coaching his soccer team. He spent extra time with his son, running drills in your backyard. And Saturday mornings were pledged to soccer games. 

The best way that you could put the weather this Saturday morning was brisk. When you had gotten to the fields Jack had run away immediately after getting out of the car to go join the rest of his team. Aaron had helped you unload the cooler with halftime snacks and drinks, your folding chair, and the bag that Aaron brought when he coached full of cones and two or three extra pairs of socks and shin-pads for kids who might’ve forgotten them.

“It’s a little chilly this morning dontcha think Aaron?” You had asked, walking side by side with him, both of your arms full.

“Too cold? I can run back to the house real quick and grab you a jacket.”

“No, no. I’ll be fine it’s not that bad.”

“You sure hon?” You smiled at his concern.

“Yes, Aaron I’m sure I’ll be okay.”

You were not okay. Well at first you were, the first quarter went by kind of fast and Jack had scored a goal right off the bat so you were pretty pumped. But as time went on and things became a little less exciting you started noticing the crisp air biting at your skin more and more. It wasn’t enough for you to complain, but you did start rubbing your hands up and down your arms while you sat to try and generate some friction heat.

Aaron noticed because of course he did, it’s his job to notice and while he might not get paid to notice things about you, you’re one of the most important things in his life and he likes to keep tabs on you.

So when he sees your leg start bouncing and you beginning to blow into your hands to try and warm them up he makes his way over to you. He lets the other coach know that he’ll be right back and shouts some parting encouragement at the kids while he walks away.

“Cold?” He asks, but it’s not a question. He knows you’re cold. He knows everything about you, like how the pout you’re giving him means that you’re going to say no but you don’t mean it, you just don’t like being wrong.

“I’m fine Aaron, don’t you have a team to coach?” He notes the attempt at deflection but also notes the little puff of air that he sees coming out of your mouth when your hot breath meets the cool air.

“Take my jacket.” He starts unzipping the three-quarter zip that he bought just so that you can share. Aaron’s jackets usually don’t have a problem fitting you in the shoulder area or length but you had hated the way his coat had clung to your stomach the first time he offered it to you.

And he noticed because he always does. So the next day he went to the store and bought himself this sweater, it was a little too big for him. Not baggy enough to be noticeable, but he did have to push the sleeves up when he wore it because the cuffs on the end didn’t hold onto his wrists.

But the extra room in the sweater meant that it was perfect for you, you could share it and in moments like these, that was kind of a lifesaver.

Aaron shucked his sweater off leaving him in just a plain grey long-sleeve shirt and his black sweatpants.

“No Aaron you're gonna get cold.”

“But you already are.” Was his reply. Not even moments later did a small body crash into yours.

“Did you see that goal I scored!?” Jack’s exclamation and excitement put an end to whatever potential back and forth was about to commence and you slowly pulled the sweater over your head while Jack gave you a play-by-play of the game you had just been watching. 

“You’re doing good Kiddo, you’ve got one more half think you can do it?” You asked offering him a small red Gatorade from your cooler and an orange.

‘Course’ I can, m’ not even tired.” 

“Okay Jack, go kick butt.” He gave you one more hug and took a final swig of his drink before tossing the still-half-full bottle at you and running back out to the field. 

Aaron turned to you, “Keep the sweater hon, I’ll be fine. Promise.” He placed a chaste kiss on your forehead and went to go give the team the halftime pep talk that got them hyped for the last thirty-ish minutes of the game.

You had to admit though, that watching the second half of the game was a lot more enjoyable than previously, where you were more focused on not losing any fingers than what was going on. 

Jack played a great second half, scoring two more goals and winning it for his team. And Aaron looked great standing on the sideline, anytime you got to watch your kid have fun and check out your husband at the same time was a win in your book.

When the game ended and Jack helped you and Aaron pack up everything you’d brought, minus a few oranges, you’d all clambered into the minivan and Aaron pulled out of the parking lot. But he had gone the opposite way to your house.

“Where are we going, Dad?” Jack had asked from the back seat.

“To go get another sweater, just to keep in the car.” You had hit his arm at that and started sulking in the passenger seat. Aaron had just cracked a grin and chuckled a little at your reaction and Jack had just called out, “Can we get a hot chocolate too? I’m a little chilly.” 

At that, both you and Aaron burst out laughing.

[heywardsdoll]

there was a fire in your house. and yet that was not the worst part. the worst part was that there was a fire set on your house while you were getting ready to go to the beach. what you didn't realise was this was the way you'd meet a handsome firefighter pope heyward.

you'd plucked your eyebrows, gotten ready for the occasion, and done what any other girl would do to get ready for a beach day. really, it was tiring work to look so proper. in the end you'd just throw on a bikini and call it a day. it was a shining yellow, so pretty with its little tropical flowers and mellow pinks. you were ready, and this was the break you needed.

this was the break that you so desperately needed from your receptionist job at a paper company. so what else would you do to properly set your day off you started to make your egg. before slathering on avocado and some pepper on your bread. after that, you get yourself some honey granola and some coffee. and here was your first mistake. you hummed with happiness, taking a few sips of your mixture.

you forgot to turn off the pot for coffee. you forgot.

your fingers trembled to watch the pot steam up, and then to make matters worse, the wind blew with such power—your daily newspaper got stuck in the gas. strokes of fire lept for you, red and angry. they were so violent, knocking you over. it was firey hell, the smoke rising at an increasing rate. your heart hammered into your chest. it was only when you jumped away, and the fiery paper dropped on the carpet.

within seconds the white furry carpet that you got for a discount was in flames. you screamed to get cover, as you rushed to the phone. you uselessly pressed buttons on your phone, as you gasped. fuck. fuck. fuck.

"hi, hi, i need help...my carpet is on fire," you shrieked, inching away from the flames that were centimetres from burning you. the dispatcher spoke to you calmly, telling you to get down and slowly make your way outside. you were instructed not to grab anything on the way. you were the most important one. you quickly started crawling, trying to open the doors. it was jammed.

"ma'am? ma'am are you there?"

you coughed, "the door is jammed, i can't breath—"

as if the smoke had heard you, it thickened tremendously, the flames licking the walls as it climbed up in the room in tendrils. you slammed your hands against the door, palms aching and red. you felt your eyes start to water as the dispatcher's voice crackled in a monotone.

"try to stay low. yes, yes, help is on the way."

"okay," you croaked, holding your hands to your face now.

"stay away from the door, someone will try to get in," the dispatcher continued.

you shook your head, "please, please—" your head pounded now, as you choaked through what seemed like nothing but smoke. you could barley see anything with bleary eyes caked with dust. the dizziness was getting to you as you coughed violently.

suddenly when you thought all hope was lost the door slammed open. the air rushed in as your body finally gave in. it felt like ages being stuck in there without anything. strong hands held onto you, cradling you firmly.

"you're fine now. i got you, alright?" a voice assured you, and you let out a sharp cry, tears streaming down your face. your heart still pounded as you pathetically cried out.

"thank you, thank you, thank you so much."

and that was when your body gave out.

______

beep.

beeeep.

there was a distant beeping and the scent of antiseptic. your eyelids fluttered, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on her. slowly, shapes came into focus—white walls, sterile blue curtains.

suddenly, you startled up, clutching at the sides of the cott you were lying in. where were you? what was happening?

"you're awake."

a handsome man stared at you, as you narrowed your eyes, "yes...i am. um? where am i?"

he patted your head with a cloth, gently as if he was concerned, "you don't remember? there was a fire in your house."

a fire? you tried to wrack your mind around the idea of your whole house going to flames. you remembered. yes, there was a fire in your house. you remember, frantically calling 911, choking, until someone came to save you. you could hardly believe it.

pain went through our chest, and you let out a small cry.

"hey, hey it's going to be okay—" he mused. suddenly you noticed how strange he looked in the hospital. with his big helmet, and neon striped coat...was he a goddamn firefighter? you remembered someone saving you, was that him?

"you saved me," you murmered, a small shock going through your chest. the firefighter, handsome stranger(?) nodded, his gaze steady.

"yeah."

“i—” you started, but your throat caught. he reached for the water cup on the side table, offering it to her before you could ask. their fingers brushed.

"drink,” he said softly. you accepted it, quickly drinking up the cool water. finally, you leaned back, looking at him in a different light. he had brown skin and the most beautiful brown eyes.

a strange silence settled between the two of you. the man smiled, a bashful smile as he reached his hand out, "it's not protocol, but you weren't fully conscious and needed someone to come with you to the hospital, and i, i just happened to be there."

"he didn't just happen to be there. he saved you. ma'am. if it wasn't up to our hero pope heyward you would have gone up with the flames,"a sharp voice said. you turned around, and it seemed to be your doctor.

"thank you, heyward. we'll take it from here," the old man said crossly, holding a clipboard near his chest, "you'll get all the care you need here."

pope nodded, almost as if he was embarrassed, "yea. get better soon."

but he didn’t leave right away. his fingers hovered at the strap of his helmet like he wanted to say something else.

you pursed your lips, giving a shy wave. but you couldn't hide the fact that you continued to watch him as he disappeared down the hallway.

[rotteneldritchhorror]

Flufftober Day 28 ~ 'Forced' Proximity / Naptime

🚪Keep The Door Open🚪

Pairings: Sofia/Rafe Cameron

Summary: Rafe spends his first night over at Sofia’s family’s home and has a hard time adjusting to the noise and lack of complete privacy, though Sofia tries to help.

Warnings: Brief suggestiveness, anxiety and sensory issues, lack of total privacy, mild angst

Extra Tags: Soft Rafe Cameron, Protective Sofia, queerplatonic relationship, cuddling and snuggling, queerplatonic kissing, sleepovers, autism-coded Rafe Cameron (cause I say so), spooning, Rafe Cameron needs a hug, (brief) meeting the family/parents, comfort, mild hurt/comfort, mild dom/sub undertones, post-season 3, stress relief, fluff fluff fluff

[flufftober]

🌸🍀 Hello and welcome to our (first) Flufftober Spring Edition 🌸🍀

SURPRISE 😁

Yes, we've decided that one month of the year simply isn't enough anymore! So we would like to fill two weeks in March with as much fluff as possible 🥰 for that to happen, we present you with 14 prompts, some of them neutral, some very much sping-themed.

How does this work?

Pretty much like our regular Flufftober event in October, so you'll find all the common rules and info below the cut. Contrary to the big event though, this one here only runs for two weeks instead of the entire month, and we set the date from March 11th to March 24th! So prompt one is NOT supposed to be posted on March 1st but instead on March 11th! Prompt two is for March 12th, prompt 3 for March 13th, and so on...

Since this is a smaller prompt list, you also won't find any prompt extras to switch these out with, sorry. Maaaybe if this event is a success, we'll think about changing that in upcoming years 😉

Below the cut, you'll find all our rules, posting info, and all the prompts in writing. If you have any more questions, please feel free to send us asks 🥰

Friends, we so hope you love this surprise and that the prompts may inspire a lot of fluffy creations! We wish you a great start to the new year and as always

Happy Creating 🥳

Standard Blog Rules & FAQ

(Due to previous asks, we made sure to add more points to this section - while they're not new rules, they're new to this list, so you'll find them colored green)

No inc*st or p*dophilia - we can’t keep you from writing it or creating art for it but it won’t be reblogged. No inc*st: This rule does not apply to distant cousins and such, as you might find in the LotR fandom (or basically in all of European Monarchy). The line we draw is at direct blood relations (siblings, (grand)parents, kids) and/or legal guardianship. No p*dophilia: This rule does not rule out fandoms that feature teenagers such as Harry Potter, Heartstoppers, Hunger Games, etc. It also doesn't mean you can't write about their time together as teenagers! It's aimed at ships in which one is a minor and the other is not - but since even that has grey areas, the rule is this: if you keep it SFW, all is good and allowed, we don't care; if it turns NSFW, be mindful of the legalities of the world/society/times your characters live in.

No hate or ship bashing - we’re all different and we all love different things. As long as it doesn’t go against rule #1, it’s allowed.

Tag correctly! Trigger warnings (including cheating!), ships, ratings, (pure) smut, etc - it’s all fine as long as you tag it.

There’s absolutely no word count restriction, write as little or as much as you like.

In regards to art, anything goes: drawings, paintings, collages, mood boards, gif sets, videos, playlists… the sky’s the limit (though not really…). If you would like to create a podfic, the fic you're using does not have to be new - your creation will be new!

You can mix and mash different mediums however you like, be it within one prompt or on different days.

While we can’t force you to write fluff or create fluffy art, please try to keep in mind that this is a fluff event 😉 that, of course, doesn't mean you can't combine it with angsty/whumpy prompts - hurt/comfort is absolutely welcome!

You can start creating as soon as you see this - but please refrain from posting before the respective day.

If you post early, we will schedule your post for the correct day; if you use multiple prompts in one creation, we will post on the earliest day you used.

You can participate on as many days as you like, even if it’s just one; you can also create multiple entries for the same day.

You can replace as many original prompts as you like with our prompt extras; you can also combine them with the original prompts or create for them in addition, that's completely up to you.

It’s okay to write one story/a series for all the prompts.

You do not have to stick to one character, ship, or even one fandom - switch as often as you like to or even write for multiple ships for one day.

The ship does not have to be a romantic one! Friendship and family feels are more than welcome (but this is not a way to get around rule #1!)

Original works as well as OCs in fandoms are welcome! But please make sure to mark these clearly, either in the tags or the post itself. We're not familiar with all fandoms (though we're definitely learning a lot!), so we're not always sure what might be an OC and what might be such an unknown side character not even Google can find them...

Reader insert fics (for example "character x reader") as well as RPFs are absolutely allowed.

Other languages are also welcome - just make sure to clearly mark the day and fandom so that we can still easily reblog.

This event can be combined with other events as long as the other event allows it.

Late entries are always welcome, even if it is months or years later.

All fandoms and ships are welcome - fanon and canon - as long as they’re of age (in case you want to add smut) and not related.

Posting

Posting to tumblr

Please use the tag #fluffspring2024 Make sure there is NO SPACE between fluff and spring and 2024! We will NOT be checking other variations of this tag!

Since tags are sometimes wonky, make sure to also mention us with @flufftober in your post

We will try to catch them all, but please don't be mad if we miss a post or if it gets reblogged a bit late

If you're absolutely certain a post has slipped past us, feel free to send an ask with the link to your post

To make reblogging easier for us, make sure to add the following tags: #fluffspring2024 #day [xy] #[fandom] #[ship and/or main character(s)]

Posting to ao3

You can add your creation to the collection Flufftober Spring Edition 2024 (flufftober_spring_edition_2024)

Late entries are always welcome, on tumblr as well as the ao3 collection! Neither will close - but like always, reblogs will become less regular the more months have passed...

Prompts

1. New Beginnings

2. Banter, Joking, Fun

3. Spring Cleaning

4. “Let me take care of you.”

5. Honey & Bees

6. Sharing a Blanket

7. Giving someone a Present

8. Breakfast in Bed

9. Daisies

10. Iced Beverage

11. Enjoying the Fresh Air

12. Claiming, Clingy, Possessive

13. “It’s still too cold.” - “No, it’s not.”

14. Putting down Roots

[thespiritssaidso]

All In?

Summary: Gus and Juliet have a bet going on between the two of them. When are Shawn and Lassiter going to admit that they’re dating?

Notes: I saw the word ‘Bet’ on the prompt for today and just blacked out, and suddenly this was written in my head. So obviously I had to make it for today’s oneshot.

Also, i’m trying out third person omniscient this time instead of limited. Hope it turned out alright <3

Flufftober day 10: Bet, Game, Contest

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Juliet looked up from her computer at the sound of commotion. She stood up halfway from her chair, ready to take action, until she saw what it was. Lassiter was speed walking past her desk, holding Shawn by the collar like an unruly kitten, dragging him to the conference room. The moment they were both inside, she watched as the detective hurriedly closed every single blind. 

With a slight huff, she sat back down, the wheels of her chair rolling backwards from the force. She scooted back towards her desk and returned to going over the various reports scattered around the desktop. 

She vaguely heard someone walking up behind her from the exact same direction Shawn and Lassiter had come from. Not bothering to turn around to see who it was, she said, “Hi Gus!”

“Hey Jules. How’s the case going?”

“Well, we caught the guy and he confessed on the spot. I’m just going over the different reports to make sure they all match up with the other statements. Oh, and if you’re looking for Shawn-”

“Nope. I know exactly where he went. Him and Lassie.”

“Then you should also know that they’re not coming out for a while?”  

Gus just nodded, looking resigned. “How long were they last time?” 

Juliet sat a moment, thinking it over. “Eight minutes?” 

“Nah, it felt longer than that. Maybe ten, at the least.” 

A beat of silence passed before Gus broke it again. “I can’t believe him. This is the fifth time this week, and it’s only Thursday!” 

“I dunno, I think it’s kind of sweet.”

“I’m not saying it isn’t. I’m just saying it’s a little excessive.”

“I don’t mind, just as long as they confess sometime in the next couple of days.” 

Gus laughed. “Good luck with that. I know my boy Shawn, he’s going to drag this out for at least another month before he finally admits he and Lassie are dating.” 

A few weeks ago, Juliet and Gus had set up a bet with each other, trying to guess how long it would be until Shawn and Lassiter metaphorically came out of the closet. Along with another bet for how long their next makeout session would last before literally coming out of the closet – or in this case, the conference room. 

They had originally started the bet with a mere five bucks, but as the time went on and the two became more and more cocky the amount became higher and higher until they were both looking at a fifty dollar cash prize for whoever was right. 

Gus had his fingers crossed extra tight that the odds would come out in his favor. He couldn’t afford to lose any money at the moment. It was partially why he and Shawn had come over to the station in the first place, to see if there were any cases they could take on. Of course, Gus knew there was a reason behind why his best friend was actually so eager to pay the Chief a visit. 

Juliet hummed. “I dunno, I’m pretty confident Carlton will get through to him.”

A separate voice, one that wasn’t Gus or Juliet, joined in the conversation. “I think I’m with Mr. Guster on this one.” Chief Vick bluntly stated. 

Neither of them seemed too startled at her appearance, Juliet simply carrying on the conversation without hesitating. “What makes you say that?” 

“Because I know that Detective Lassiter would rather shoot himself in the foot than admit anything about his personal life to the station.”

“Did he tell you that?” 

“Yes, in fact. He did.” 

Silence fell once more, save for the hustle and bustle that came with being in a police station. 

Once again, that silence did not last for very long.

“Well, I’m getting tired of this. I let them use my conference room for their little sessions for the last time. This ends now.” And before either of them could stop her, the Chief was marching from Juliet’s desk and to the room Lassiter and Shawn were hiding out in. As she walked over, she dug through her pockets and fished out the key to the door of the conference room. 

“Like babysitting angsty teenagers…” Chief Vick muttered under her breath as she quickly stuck the key in the lock and opened it up to reveal Shawn and Lassiter sitting on the conference table. 

Well, Lassiter was sitting on it, while Shawn was sitting on him. They sprung apart like they were on fire, both attempting to straighten up their messed up clothes and act like they weren’t just sucking each other’s face off. 

Chief Vick didn’t waste a minute, despite being slightly embarrassed at the scene in front of her. “Mr. Spencer, Detective Lassiter, I don’t mind you two being together. In fact, I encourage it. You’re good for each other. But if I catch you using any of the rooms in this department for anything other than its intended purpose it will be a write-up. Do I make myself clear, gentlemen?” 

Both of them, still shocked, nodded numbly and mumbled sounds of agreement. 

“Good. Detective, I expect your report to be ready within the hour.” She turned and almost ran into Gus and Juliet, who’d followed her over to the conference room. “Excuse me.”  And with that, Chief Vick had left, most likely back to her own office. 

The four stood there awkwardly, no one making a move. 

Eventually, Shawn managed to say, “Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag?” 

Gus shrugged. “No, we knew the whole time. We were waiting for you to come out and say it yourselves.”

Amidst the sounds of indignation coming from the couple, Juliet turned to Gus. “Which reminds me. Gus, I’m pretty sure you owe me fifty dollars.” 

“Wait, you put a bet on us? What are we, racehorses?” Lassiter asked incredulously. 

“No, but if you were, it would be the worst race ever. Seriously, you guys had to have Chief forcibly out your gay asses because you wouldn’t stop using the conference room.” Then Gus turned to Juliet. “And I don’t owe you anything. Because technically, they weren’t the ones to come out.” 

“Well I guess that means we both lost, then.” 

“Fine by me.” 

Shawn took what was likely the end of their mini argument to cut in. “Ignoring the fact that you both knew and instead of telling either of us you decided to bet on us,” he faced Lassiter, a grin very apparent, “I think someone owes me some moolah.”

The confused expression on Lassiter’s face matched Juliet’s and Gus’, until it became one of realization, and then defeat. Everyone watched as he pulled out the wallet in his back pocket and counted out what looked like at least eighty dollars. “Here.” 

Shawn took it and kissed the small wad of bills dramatically. “Oh sweet, cold hard cash. I will not be using you responsibly.” 

“Wait, what did you guys bet on?” Gus asked. 

“Oh yeah! Me and Carly had a little bet on who would walk in on us whenever we were making out. Not just now, whenever we did it. He thought that Buzz would, and I bet on the Chief.” Shawn grinned as he pocketed the money. “You should know not to make bets with a psychic, Carlytown.” 

“You know I still don’t believe that.” 

“Ah, I’ll get to you. One day.” Shawn started fiddling with Lassiter’s shirt, and bit the corner of his lip. “Now, where were we?” 

“Mmm, I think we were somewhere… here…” Lassiter tilted Shawn’s head up with a finger and placed a tender kiss on his lips. 

“Oookay! I think that’s all we need to see.” Juliet grabbed Gus and shut the door on the lovey dovey couple.

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Notes: Okay, not as fluffy as the others, but there’s a little at the end. Anyways, I'm super excited for tomorrow's prompt, Ingredients and Spells! I couldn’t stop thinking about it since i first saw it at the beginning of october

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[starkerfestivals]

StarkerFestivals Announcements & Upcoming Events

Hello everyone!! it's mid-September which means SF's Summer Bingo is almost at it's end... or is it?!

We've decided to extend the summer bingo until the end of the year so that's another extra 3 months to get your prompts in or join us and get a card if you haven't already 🥳🎉

Updated Info: StarkerFestivals Bingo 2024

Please refer to this post for signups and rules: Link

Dates: Current - Dec 31, 2024

Tags: #SFSummerBingo24

Upcoming Events:

SF will be doing a two month Kinktober, Flufftober, and Whumptober.

Find more info on SF Kinktober here! (18+)

Find more info on SF Flufftober here!

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Other Announcements/Info:

For SF, we're still dedicated to planning events for our Starker fandom! However, we're considering different options in terms of the length and frequency of our events.

For summer bingo, we're currently exploring how the extended time will go but possibly in the future, we may keep bingo open year round and do it in sessions per year. (This is still up in the air and details will be decided upon at a later date.)

For other events, we're thinking of longer events possibly last 2-3 months or for a season with a few minor events here and there when mods are interested in doing so.

All this is because as a smaller fandom, we don't want to stress our awesome creators with a barrage of constant events 😔

Of course, opinions, suggestions, and questions are welcomed! Feel free to send in an ask or DM any of the mods ( @graceful-starker @the-mad-starker @starkersparks @papermacherainbow )