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Hi. This is my first time joining. New to writing, started only this year.

I hope you're feeling better.

I'm so excited to participate. I saw the question posted earlier and the response. You explained it so well. I'm writing a multi-chapter fic, and I'll post it on the earliest tag, and just make sure I tag it for the subsequent prompt that has been used.

Thank you for this.

Hey there and welcome 😍 happy to hear you found us so early in your writing career 🥰

I'm feeling much better, thank you 😊

Always happy to help and always happy to hear how people are looking forward to writing for our event!!

Have lots of fun and Happy Creating 💚

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Thank you so much for the "Make it platonic" challenge!! I'm aroace and usually only write genfic so some of the Flufftober prompts in past years were big challenges for me, trying to make a romantic prompt work for non-romance fics lol. So getting to see an intentional prompt challenge along the same lines made me indescribably happy. Gonna have so much fun with that list this year 🥰

Hey there 😍

I'm so, so happy to hear that you like the challenge 🥰

Ever since we received the first requests to think of people who don't write for ships, we've given our best to keep the prompts neutral enough that both works. I promise that we'll keep going with that, but we also thought it was time to put some more focus on it 😊

Have lots of fun and Happy Creating 💚

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Bear's Paw

Fandom: Marvel - MCU - AU Characters: Bucky Barnes, Reader Warnings: Fluff, a couple of swear words, a very smol dash of angst. Nat's alive because I choose to ignore her death, like many others. It's AU and FF. Word Count: approx. 1.7k Notes: This is part of the October Vignettes Collection for @flufftober 2022. I decided to post this one-shot here now in the hopes to reignite my love for writing FF. Prompt: Supporting Silly Quirks/ Hobbies 💖: On this site, sharing is caring, so please PLEASE reblog and/or leave a comment. I promise, I don't bite (much)...

Bucky doesn’t know how this started. One day, he had one, ONE little Bear’s Paw succulent. And now he has an entire shelf covered with agaves, aloes, cacti, echeverias minima, and whatever else keeps showing up on the kitchen table with his name printed on a note. He swears, all he’d ever said was “that’s a cute plant” while gently poking the chubby little leaves of the Bear’s Paw succulent and a week later, he’d found a second on the kitchen table with a printed note attached that read “For Bucky. Care instructions on the sticker. :-)”. Hesitant first, but not wanting to be rude, he’d taken the plant back to his room, placed it in indirect sunlight and only waters it once the soil has completely dried out.

A week after that, a little Jade plant had stood in the same spot; again with a printed note. This time, it read “For Bucky. Care instructions on the sticker. This plant is considered good luck. :-)”.  So, Bucky took it home, placed it in direct sunlight and waters it only when the very top is dry. And then six more weeks pass and each week, a new succulent waits for Bucky. And each time, a printed note is attached. Always “For Bucky. Instructions on the sticker”, followed by a fact and a smiley face. And each week, Bucky takes the little succulent home, finds a proper spot, and cares for the collection just as the instructions explain. Bucky doesn’t even realize how much he looks forward to a little plant waiting for him until, one week, there isn’t one. Maybe the store has run out of succulents, Bucky tells himself. How many different species could there possibly be? It doesn’t stop the little twang Bucky feels in his chest. Or maybe they -whoever keeps leaving the little plants- forgot? Or maybe they’re busy… Another week passes. No plant. And one more week. No plant. And the twang in Bucky’s chest expands to worry and he’s not sure why. People come and go all the time, right? Some stay longer in the lives of others and some only stay for the fraction of a moment. But somehow, the twang expands and stays. One doesn’t simply start giving little plants and then simply stop. Somehow -and Bucky can’t explain why- it feels out of character. So Bucky does what he’s been avoiding. Because honestly, he could’ve done this the moment he’d received the little Bear’s Paw succulent. He just figured that maybe the giver didn’t want to be found out. Why else would they keep printing his name on a piece of paper instead of writing the small notes by hand? But worry overrides the ethical stance for privacy. So now, Bucky sits on his bed, his laptop open in front of him and entering a maybe questionably obtained clearance code when he asks “F.R.I.D.A.Y., show me the security footage from the kitchen from ten, no, eleven weeks ago.” “I’m sorry, Sergeant Barnes. Footage from that area is only kept for a week.” “Fuck!” Bucky cusses, thinks. “What about security footage from the entrance to the compound?” “Those are kept for four weeks.” Bucky thinks again. The succulents always showed up on a Tuesday, so “Show me the security footage from Tuesday, four weeks ago.” So Bucky sits and speed-watches whatever CCTV had captured and... Nothing! Zero! Zilch!

He’s not sure what he’d actually expected and now that he thinks it over… The plants are small. They likely fit into a bag and so, he wouldn’t be able to point out the person anyways… Bucky groans, body falling backward. Well shit! Did I make them angry in some way? Why’d they stopped? Bucky groans again, wipes a frustrated hand across his face. He’s sure he could do a full-on investigation but maybe, this is a fate type of thing. Maybe, he’s not supposed to know who kept giving him the plants. And again, maybe the giver didn’t want to be found out. At the latter thought, Bucky cusses himself out. He really should’ve left a thank you note by now, let the giver know that he appreciates the little plants, that they’ve added some much-needed color to his otherwise very gray room. Maybe that’s why they stopped. I didn’t say thank you… Bucky pushes a breath out his nose. His Ma -bless her soul- would’ve smacked him over the head if she knew that he’d not said thank you with every plant received. His Ma definitely had raised him better than that. So, he writes a note now. “Thank you for the plants. They’re thriving. J.B.B.” He even draws a little diagram of the airy shelf holding the plants before he tucks the note into an A4-sized envelope addressed to… Bucky doesn’t know what to write, so he draws a little succulent instead, makes his way to the kitchen after. Bucky is barely across the threshold when he freezes, his line of sight on the table. It takes a second for his brain to catch up. Even when he steps closer to get a better look, he still needs time to process. Maybe his eyes are betraying him, so he reaches out, gently pokes at chubby leaves. It’s real all right. And so is the attached printed note. “For Bucky. Care instructions on the sticker. This one is called Panda Plant :-)” Gears turning, Bucky debates himself. Check the CCTV? Don’t check the CCTV? Check? Don’t check? He swears, he’s close to having an aneurysm, when from his peripheral, a shadow catches his attention, and pulls him from the spiral. “Heya, James.” Bucky chuckles. With anyone else, he’d bristle at being called by his actual name. But with you, with how soft his name sounds when you say it, he doesn’t mind. “Hey.” He replies, chuckles again when he sees you nibble on a cookie. “You want one?” You ask softly and Bucky nods, watches as you quietly prep two glasses of milk to go with more cookies. That’s another thing Bucky likes about you. With almost everyone else, there’s always noise. Bucky knows he has to engage more, talk to people, be present. But with you, there’s this calm silence, this quiet understanding that it’s okay to not want to talk, that sometimes all one needs is the presence of another person without the noise. So he quietly joins you by the table, quietly enjoys your company, until Nat pops her head in the door. “Hey! Just dropping by to let you know debriefing is in an hour. Fair warning. Ross is on a tirade. Wants to know why it took so long. Just state the facts and don’t let him intimidate you,” Nat explains, leaves as quickly as she’d appeared and you sit a little wide-eyed, heart hammering in your chest. Bucky sees your uneasiness, his voice calm when he says “Nat’s right. Ross is all bark, no bite. Just remember. No matter what he says, he has zero control over team retention. Okay?” Bucky searches your eyes, and smiles when you nod and relax. Silence settles again and Bucky decides that because you’d set the table, it’s only fair of him to clear it. So he collects the empty glasses, stores the remaining cookies, watches from the corner of his eye when you quietly make your way to the kitchen sink where you check on the Bear’s Paw plant on the windowsill, and whisper “Hey you. Sorry I was gone so long. Looks like someone took good care of you, though.” Bucky doesn’t mean to snicker. Really doesn’t. He’s seen sillier things after all. Talking raccoons, walking trees, fricking aliens. But to hear YOU talk to a plant, the softened laugh is more out of adoration than poking fun. “What?”

“Nothing. It’s just adorable.” Bucky’s eyes crinkle in amusement when he sees you playfully roll your eyes. “You should try it sometime. Plants thrive with proper TLC.” You explain and something in Bucky’s brain stalls, has him do a double take. “What?” “You know, talking softly to plants helps them grow faster.” You smile. It’s the quick glance to the plant on the table that moves the pieces in place, and Bucky wonders how he’d not caught on before. Searching his memory, moments pop into his head, tie it together… You wearing little succulent earrings and Nat asking where you’d gotten them. The succulent effigy keychain dangling on your purse. The succulent-shaped cookies you’d brought in for the team. You being the only one taking care of the Bear’s Paw on the kitchen windowsill. (And shit… how had Bucky not realized its caretaker was amiss when he’d watered the plant last week.) Bucky looks to the table, then back to you, hand reaching into the side pocket of his tactical pants. “I was gonna leave this on the table,” he says, almost shyly stretches the A4-sized envelope towards you, holds tight for a second before he lets you take it. You sweep a finger over the little Bear’s Paw drawing, smile. “I was supposed to be back sooner. If I’d known it would take so long, I would’ve arranged an auto-delivery.” Bucky chuckles, can’t quite believe that someone he hardly knows -someone who hardly knows him- cares this much. So he has to know, asks. “Why?” You shrug, a shy smile pulling at your lips when you point to the Bear’s Paw on the windowsill. “Because… you kept playing with the plant. And whenever you did, I don’t know… you looked content. Like for just a moment, your mind is calm.” Bucky is calm now. Calm and quiet as he processes the words. You’re not wrong. It’s just funny how Bucky hasn’t realized this before. How, when he takes care of the little plants, his mind is calm. Calm and clear and definitely content. Especially whenever he sees new leaves, and recently some blooms… “I hope I didn’t overstep.” You tell him when he remains quiet but Bucky just shakes his head, smiles. “No. No, you didn’t. I’m just…” Bucky takes a long breath in, contemplates. “You wanna see ‘em?” He asks and you nod. A few minutes later, Bucky opens the door to his room, lips askew when he explains that “Starting a plant collection wasn’t really on top of my list of things to do, but here we are.” You chuckle, watch as Bucky finds a spot for the newest addition. “Here we are.”

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Ma Always Kind Of Knew...

Fandom: Marvel - MCU - Stucky - AU Characters: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes Warnings: Fluff, a couple of swear words Banner/Picture: Commission by @buckymilf​ aka Gabz Word Count: approx. 1k Notes: This is part of the October Vignettes Collection for @flufftober 2022. I decided to post this one-shot here now in the hopes to reignite my love for writing FF. Prompt: "You've told your parents?" 💖: On this site, sharing is caring, so please PLEASE reblog and/or leave a comment. I promise, I don't bite (much)...

Leather bound, the book slips off the top of the overfilled box and lands quite unceremoniously on the restored hardwood floor of the newly purchased home, a few pictures strewn across and a few pages creased from the fall. “Fuck!” It’s not often that Steve uses that word. But these are Bucky’s things -at least, the few things that had been saved over the decades-, and Steve knows that Bucky treasures these things more than all the gold and silver in the world combined. So yeah. Fuck!

Steve sets the box on a nearby table, hurries to collect book and pictures, ready to tuck the memories back into the leather sleeve when he notices that the words inside aren’t printed in a monotype font but actually handwritten. Beautiful smooth lines and generously swung loops, Steve would recognize this longhand anywhere. Bucky always did have an A in penmanship. And here is an entire book filled with it. Although… Not a book. A journal, Steve realizes as he carefully inspects the pages. Steve knows he should stop perusing, stop turning the pages, but he can’t help himself. He takes a seat on the third step of the staircase that leads upstairs, carefully, like really carefully turns the yellowed pages at the upper corners. There are short entries, dried pressed flowers stuck to pages, newspaper clippings of baseball games, more pictures, and little doodles in the margins of some pages. Steve smiles softly. Bucky wasn’t and isn’t bad at drawing per se, but he never goes past the doodle stage. There are doodles of all sorts of things. Flowers, trees, dogs, cats, some faces, a 1934 Ford Deluxe Roadster, one of the more detailed doodles. Steve still smiles. He remembers that Bucky had always wanted one of those. In fact, Steve still remembers his best friend’s rounded and glossed-over eyes when a rich (very rich) family friend had asked if they wanted to go for a quick spin in that very same car. The excitement had lingered for a whole week. Seriously, Bucky wouldn’t talk about anything else, almost to the point of total irritation. Almost… Steve chuckles, shakes his head, turns to the next page. His breath catches for a moment. Another doodle -more like a detailed sketch- catches his attention and so does the date that goes with the entry. Steve looks up and around, then his attention is back on the yellowed page. He knows he should stop right now, should close the journal while he’s ahead. But he really, truly cannot help himself, his eyes taking in the memory dated July 4, 1942 again and again and again… That’s him -Steve- on the page. There’s no mistaking that the sketch is of him. Even with still slender features, there is no mistaking who it is. And written right next to his face, in beautiful smooth lines and generously swung loops, several facts and a confession.

Took Steve to Brooklyn Inn Bar for his birthday. Best evening of my life. Laughed, played pool, then danced and kissed in the back alley. The most wonderful kiss ever. Ma was right. I should’ve kissed him sooner. Almighty knows, I love him. Ma and Pa know, I love him. I wish I could yell it from the Empire State. “I love Steven Grant Rogers.” And maybe I will. When I come back. If I come back. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. I’ll climb the steps, if I have to, hang off the very top and let the world know. “I love Steven Grant Rogers.” A low rustle, Steve startles at the towering presence standing in front of him, doesn’t realize his vision is blurry until he looks up where he sees Bucky’s face through watery eyes. A quiet second, Steve apologizes with a whispered “Sorry. I know, I shouldn’t have read this.” He gently closes the journal, hands it to Bucky who in turn takes a seat next to Steve. Another quiet second, Bucky opens the journal exactly where Steve had left off, reads over his own words -again and again and again-, then chuckles when he feels Steve staring holes into his side. “You… You’ve told your parents you love me?” Steve asks with a near-innocent kind of disbelief, his voice almost as small as he’d been way back when, way before the war. Another chuckle, Bucky faces Steve, sweeps a soft hand down his cheek to his neck and down his arm where he wraps the same hand around Steve’s and plays with the ring on Steve’s finger. “Ma always kind of knew. Even before I could understand what I was feeling.” Bucky explains softly. Of course, she did. Mothers always seem to know. “And Pa… I don’t think he fully understood. But… he wanted me to be happy. And he understood that you make me happy. And if they were around today, they’d welcome you with open arms. Heck, even back then, Ma would’ve somehow arranged a ceremony for us. She practically started planning when I told her that I’d finally kissed ya.” Bucky laughs softly and so does Steve. A quiet second again, Steve wipes away a tear running down his cheek, tries to hide the shy smile after. “You know,” he whispers, “you were my first kiss,” he confesses. Bucky lifts Steve’s face by the chin, smiles, kisses him with the same tenderness as way back when, then leans his forehead against Steve’s. “I know.” Another tender kiss, Bucky encourages to unpack the rest of the moving van, so they do. When Steve unpacks the last of his art supplies, he sees a stack of letters on his desk, a sticky note attached that he may read them if he wishes. So he sits down, carefully unfolds the first letter, tears in his eyes again when he reads over the dainty words written by Winifred Barnes. My dearest Jamie, Thank you for the photograph. Steve looks very different, very tall, taller than you. I’m happy to see him healthy, and to read that you’re still very much in love…

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Always Next Time

Ted Lasso | No Warnings | Ted Lasso x Rebecca Welton | 200 Words

Read here on AO3!

[Written for @flufftober Fluff Bingo - Kisses: Kiss on the Cheek]

Rebecca sat with her jaw tight for the first half, fingers crossed while Keeley gripped her arm waiting for a comeback after West Ham’s first two goals. 

From the edge of her seat she listened to the crowd quickly losing faith and watched Ted try to keep spirits up with his clapping hands. To no avail when the referee’s whistle blew. She bit down on her lip to contain her frustration. 

“It’s alright, yeah? We’ll…” Keeley hesitated. She forced a smile on her face. “Maybe they’re just warming up.”

Rebecca sighed as she rose from the bleachers. “Let’s hope you’re right.”

She parted ways with Keeley who headed toward the locker room while she turned toward the press room with Leslie.

“Tough match,” he muttered half under his breath.

“Really, Higgins? I hadn’t noticed,” she said sharply. Higgins tugged at his shirt collar in return.

Ted’s eyes focused on the ground as he headed their way until they landed on Rebecca’s heels. “Now I already know what you’re gonna’ say—”

“Better luck next time,” Rebecca said, cutting him off with a quick peck on his cheek.

“Well alrighty, then,” he said with a surprised smile.

“Good luck in there, love.”

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Flufftober Bingo: Kiss on the Cheek

Finally, day 5 of the @flufftober bingo!

Fun fact, this was originally going to be Stardew Valley but for some reason it just was not working for me. So to no one's surprise I changed it to Ocarina of Time fluff.

This is near the beginning of the game, so Link and Malon are kids here; just two awkward little guys crushing on each other. <3

Kiss on the Cheek

OoT Link x Malon

Link wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, grateful to have a warm meal and fresh milk in his stomach. “Thank you for the food!” he said.

Talon let out a booming laugh. “Of course, son. It’ll keep you strong on your adventure.”

Link smiled before glancing across the table at Malon. The red-headed girl was looking at him intently with a small smile on her face. He swallowed. Every time he visited Lon Lon Ranch, she seemed to get prettier. He quickly averted his gaze, directing it toward Talon instead. “Thanks for dinner, but Navi and I should probably get going.”

“All right, Link. I’m glad you could join us.”

“Don’t you want to say goodbye to Epona?” Malon asked.

Link stopped and turned to look at her. “Oh, yeah, of course.”

“I’ll come with you,” she said, hopping down from her chair. “Dad, I’ll help clean up when we get back, okay?”

Talon gave a rumbling chuckle. “Okay.”

“Come on!” Malon pranced out of the house, and Link followed closely behind her.

He had to admit that when he was around Malon, he felt different. Not in a bad way; just… weird. His heart beat faster and his palms would start getting sweaty. He had never felt like this around Saria, or even Princess Zelda. There must have been something special about Malon. Maybe it was her sweet voice, or her talkative nature that made it easy for him to leave conversations to her, or just her beautiful copper-colored hair and sky-blue eyes. He couldn’t pin it down, try as he might.

The horses whinnied when they entered the stable. Link was very proud that he was no longer intimidated by even the largest horses on the ranch. Malon led him straight to Epona’s stall and they slipped inside. The filly nuzzled Malon’s cheek, and she giggled. “Hi, Epona.”

Link reached out a hand to stroke Epona’s nose. “Hello, girl. I’m about to leave, but I’ll be back soon.” Her chestnut coat was silky under his hand—truly the most beautiful horse in Hyrule, even with his limited experience.

“So where are you heading next, fairy boy?” Malon asked.

“I have to go to Zora’s Domain to find the Spiritual Stone of Water.”

“Wow,” Malon breathed. “I’ve never been to Zora’s Domain, but I’ve heard it’s wonderful. And that their princess is just beautiful. I’d love to go sometime.”

Link kicked at the dusty floor of the stall. “Well, maybe you can come with me sometime. You know, after I’ve finished my quest.”

She grinned. “I’d like that very much.” Then her expression softened just a bit. “You’re so brave, Link,” she said.

Link shrugged, though her compliment made his heart swell. “Not really.”

“No, you are,” she insisted. “Those stories you were telling us at dinner… they were all true, weren’t they?”

“Yeah.”

“Then you are brave, braver than anyone I know. I mean, you killed King Dodongo! And the Lizalfos, and those horrible giant spiders….”

“Skulltulas,” he corrected.

“Yeah.” Malon took a small step closer to him, and he could see that her cheeks were curiously pink. It made her look even cuter than usual. “You really are strong. It’s really dangerous out there, but especially with the things that you do on your adventures. I just… I just want to make sure you’re careful.”

Link nodded. “Of course, I always am.”

“You should come over and have dinner with us again when you’re done in Zora’s Domain, okay? And you can tell us all about it.” Her blue eyes shone as she looked at him, and something about it made his heart race. He liked knowing that someone outside of the forest cared about him—and he liked it even better that it was her.

He smiled. “That sounds great.” With a final pat on Epona’s nose, he said, “I should probably be going now.”

“Okay,” Malon said. She bounced lightly on her toes, chewing nervously on her lip, before closing the distance between the two of them. She quickly kissed him on the cheek and darted for the stall door. He blinked once, processing what had just happened. He looked over at Malon, who was staring at the floor, holding the door open just enough for him to slip through. He followed her wordlessly, his face growing as hot as Dodongo’s Cavern.

As they stepped out of the stable and into the cool evening air, Malon looked up at him shyly and said, “Remember, be safe. And come back for dinner soon.”

Link nodded. “I will.”

She turned and darted into the house, leaving him with only Navi. Silently, he raised a hand to his cheek. He could still feel her lips on his skin, and it made him blush even harder. He looked up at Navi. “Did you see that?”

Navi's tiny voice came in a sparkling laugh. “Of course I did. I can’t say I’m surprised, either.”

He walked away from the ranch, feeling well-fed and a little giddy, ready to make the trek to Zora’s Domain. As he neared the exit, he turned to look up into Malon’s window. To his delight, there she was, watching him leave. He lifted a hand to wave goodbye, and she waved back.

Yes, he would be back very soon. Safe and sound.

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🍂 🍃 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 🥳

Posting

Posting to tumblr

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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: #flufftober2025 #day [xy] #[fandom] #[ship and/or main character(s)]

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You can add your creation to the collection Flufftober 2025 (either as flufftober2025 or as flufftober_2025)

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. 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”

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All your hard work is very appreciated

💚🥰💚 Thank you so much, dear anon 😘💙😘

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Gee, I’ve missed you guys. This would be my third round and same as last year, I’ve been telling myself, this year you’ll do a different challenge! And then you start the countdown and I get pulled in again … and once you’ve published the prompts, I’ve already lost my heart to Flufftober AGAIN. So, thanks for deterring me from my other projects - and an even bigger thanks for all the love and warmth your event has given me over the last two years 💛

🥰🥺🥰

Anon of my Heart, you have no idea what your words have done to me (and the rest of my team) 😭🥰

I'm not gonna lie, we got a few hateful asks in the past years, some we posted to address, some we didn't, so we wouldn't spread the negativity. So hearing such praise this year truly warms my heart. I actually had a few tears in my eyes when I first read your message. Thank you for all the love and warmth you've given back to me/us with your words.

... and I'm so happy the countdown has such a positive effect 😂 Hope you'll enjoy creating for our event again, I can't wait to see all your entries, so Happy Creating 💚

Also sorry for the late reply, I was busy and sick these past few days, so not a good combination 😅

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Hi, hope you're doing fabulously today! So with how many prompt extras we have (thanks so much for that btw), I'm planning to write more than 31 entries. In the interest of making things easiest for you guys, is there any certain time you'd prefer the extra ones to be submitted, like at the end or something? Or just any time along with the main 31?

Hey there 😊 hope you're having a great day as well!

And thank you so much for your considerate ask 💚 Feel free to post the extra ones any time you like, or any time that fits best for you/for the story/for the universe, etc. As long as it is properly tagged or mentioned in the post, it should be easy for us 😊 Can't wait to see all your entries, Happy Creating 💚

Also sorry for the late reply, I was busy and sick these past few days, so not a good combination 😅

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Can you please explain what Day 4's prompt, Set in another time, means? I don't quite understand it

Hey there 😊 sure thing!

Basically, we want you to take the characters of your fandom into another era in time. Since the prompt "Historical AU/Modern AU/Future AU" seemed a bit... not so pretty on the list, we wrote it like this.

What counts as "another time" is totally up to you and maybe your fandom. If you already write for a historical fandom, you can bring them into our modern times or the future or even further back; if your fandom is set in the future, bring them back or send them even further away. If you write for a fantasy fandom that doesn't have a set time, go with what feels best. Hope this helps and Happy Creating 💚

Also sorry for the late reply, I was busy and sick these past few days, so not a good combination 😅

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How restrictive is the "make it Platonic" challenge? Does it have to have ALWAYS been a familial or platonic relationship, or would an exes-to-friends type dynamic fit for it?

Hey lovely anons 😊 thanks for your asks - I decided they're close enough to answer them together.

Okay, so - obviously we called it a challenge for a reason 😉 we would like you to challenge yourself. These prompts don't mean there can't be any romance at all - just that the people who these prompts happen in between should end up platonic!

A few examples for each prompt could be:

Alt 6. First Date - Two strangers get set up, but it turns out the chemistry they've got is purely "best friends" vibes... but what about the cute bartender who has to witness the hot person they've been pining over suddenly being on a date?

Alt 7. “Can I kiss you?” - Actually, what anon 1 said: two exes maybe kissing one last time, a goodbye kiss so to speak, and separating as friends after. Or perhaps an old crush you meet again and become friends with, and just want to kiss once to see if there was ever anything there between you.

Alt 8. Moving in Together - Two besties conquering a new city together, sharing an apartment... but damn, character A never knew character B had such hot friends/siblings/cousins etc...

Alt 9. Planning the Perfect Proposal - Friends do help friends plan perfect proposals 😉

Alt 10. And They Lived Happily Ever After - Who says you need a romantic partner to live happily ever after 😌

The important part is that the platonic relationship should be the main focus of these fics!

You can easily make it so that you focus the story on people you see as best friends in canon anyway, and just hint at your actual ship as I did in the examples.

Be brave, try it, challenge yourself 😁

Hope this helps and Happy Creating 💚

Also sorry for the late reply, I was busy and sick these past few days, so not a good combination 😅

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Hi! So, if I wanted to write several multi-chapter stories but with varying prompts, would that be fine? Something like this: Story 1 includes prompt 5, 13 and 19. Story 2 is made of prompt 1, prompt 3, prompt 4 and prompt 23 - and so on. Would that be okay as long as I post the chapters each on their respective day?

Hey there 😊 thanks for the ask.

And sure thing, that's perfectly fine. Posting the chapters on their respective days would be ideal, but if you happen to put two prompts into one chapter and one is from a later day (say, you put prompt 3 and 6 into the chaoter you post on day 3) then we would also reblog it. Hope this helps and Happy Creating 💚

Also sorry for the late reply, I was busy and sick these past few days, so not a good combination 😅

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I want you to know that I was thinking I probably wouldn't do flufftober this year. But then I saw the post of prompts with the photo of the dog's nose under the blanket and my dog does that, too (and it's the best thing ever). And then I read the prompts, and they're all so cozy and soft and inspiring. So now I have to do your event.

I think my heart just melted ☺ thank you so much for your message, this was the perfect thing to read before bed 🥰

So happy to have you on board, please give your puppy extra cuddles from me 😊 and Happy Creating 💚

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Heyo! Can't wait for this year's Flufftober! Quick question: are the Modmins' Favorites included with the intention of being extras prompts or are they just there for funsies?

Thanks for all you do for the creators of the world ❤️

Hey there 😊 thanks for the ask.

They're additional extra prompts, Alt 11 to Alt 25, and you can use them the same way you would use the regular additional prompts.

Hope that helps, Happy Creating 💚

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Hi. I'm new to writing. I was wondering, since I'm not sure I could write for the prompt every day. Can I use a snippet from an already published work of mine from AO3, for some of the prompts, and post it as part of flufftober2025?

Thank you.

Hey there 😊 thanks for the ask.

Unfortunately, that's not really in the spirit of this event. We would like you to produce something new in whichever way, be that an entirely new fic, a new drabble, even a new snippet of an existing fic (like a previously cut scene or just an extension of a scene etc.) would work (that's not to speak of all the art, of course).

So just using something already published isn't what this event is for. However, we did have someone in previous years who used some prompts as motivation to redo/rework some of their published fics - that would be fine! So if you want to use it as motivation to get back to a published fic and work on it again/some more or simply rewrite parts you might think still need polishing, then that would count 😊

Hope this helps and you will be able to join us. Remember, you can start working on this right away, you don't have to wait until October 😉

Happy Creating 💚

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For rule n.1 - I've been really inspired by a prompt but it would be an incest ship. If I write it but don't put it in the collection/tag it for tumblr - can I still acknowledge it's from Flufftober and put it in my private flufftober series without involving you?

Secondly, is it okay if there's some reference to past canonical incest? For reference it's a game of thrones fic where one character in the main paring used to be in an incestuous relationship, and I want to briefly touch on that. Is that okay if it's not the main focus and it's not longer romantic?

Hey there 😊 first of all, thanks for asking this in a respectful way 💚 that truly means a lot to us!

And yes, both of these are totally fine. Of course, we won't keep anyone from getting inspired by our prompts, so you can create whatever your muse wants you to do. We won't even control whether you add it to the ao3 collection since that won't be moderated. The only difference, as you've already noted, is that we won't reblog it on our blog. And yeah, the second one is also fine 😊

Hope you have fun with the list, Happy Creating 💚