#flufftober 2022

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

KINKTOBER & FLUFFTOBER 2022

Welcome to my Kinktober and Flufftober 2022 Masterlist! This is my first official go at this event and I’m really excited to participate! I will post a mix of smutty and fluffy fics.

All of these are with Bucky Barnes + AUs.

These stories are intended for people over the age of 18. If you are a minor, DO NOT interact with any of these stories!

Please read the individual warnings for each fic!

Day 1 || Teasing — Stepdad!Bucky

Day 2 || Dirty Talk — TFATWS!Bucky

Day 3 || Autumn Leaves — TFATWS!Bucky

Day 4 || Handjob — Dilf!Neighbour!Bucky

Day 5 || Blowjob — CEO!Bucky

Day 6 || Farmers Market — TFATWS!Bucky

Day 7 || Fingering — Jock!Bucky

Day 8 || Eating Out — CEO!Bucky

Day 9 || Preparations— TFATWS!Bucky

Day 10 || Cockwarming — Professor!Bucky

Day 11 || Mutual Masturbation — Mob!Bucky

Day 12 || Warm Cuddles — TFATWS!Bucky

Day 13 || Food Play — TFATWS!Bucky

Day 14 || Role Play — CEO!Bucky

Day 15 || Winery — Mob!Bucky

Day 16 || Break

Day 17 || Phone Sex — TFATWS!Bucky

Day 18 || Mirror Sex — Stepdad!Bucky

Day 19 || Scary Movie — Roommate!Bucky

Day 20 || Thigh Riding — Mob!Bucky

Day 21 || Thigh Fucking — Beefy!Priest!Bucky

Day 22 || Halloween Prank — Roommate!Bucky

Day 23 || Overstimulation — Stalker!Bucky

Day 24 || Breeding Kink — Stepdad!Bucky

Day 25 || Haunted House — TFATWS!Bucky

Day 26 || Face Sitting — Beefy!Librarian!Bucky

Day 27 || Edging — Mob!Bucky

Day 28 || Haunted Hotel— TFATWS!Bucky

Day 29 || Knife Play — Stalker!Bucky

Day 30 || Double Penetration — Beefy!Priest!Bucky

Day 31 || Trick or Treat — Dilf!Neighbour!Bucky

Flufftober Moodboards

— Autumn Leaves

— Farmers Market

— Preparations

— Warm Cuddles

— Winery

— Scary Movie

— Halloween Prank

— Haunted House

— Haunted Hotel

— Trick or Treat

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[dyns33]

Flufftober 18 - Enola Holmes

Sherlock Holmes x Reader 

It was a game between them, even if they had never talked about it.

Ever since he'd met her during an investigation that she'd helped him solve, impressing him with her intelligence and thinking skills, Sherlock Holmes and Y/N Y/L/N were seeing each other regularly.

There had been some rumours about their relation, since it was not proper for a young lady to find herself so often alone in a man's house, to walk down the street with him and accompany him on dangerous adventures, but none of them were paying attention, too busy having fun together.

For his part, Sherlock liked to test the intellectual capacities of his young friend. Y/N did her best to surprise him. To say or do something that he did not know or that he could not guess thanks to his science of deduction.

Until now, if they had counted the points, which they were not doing, Sherlock won largely, because despite all her goodwill, Y/N did not always find the solution to the questions, riddles and investigations he gave to her, and she absolutely never managed to take him by surprise.

           "You'll never guess who I saw this morning."

           "My sister." he answered without looking up from his newspaper.

           "... Possible. But you'll never guess what happened."

           "You had a chat, she offered you to work with her on a case, you followed your prime suspect to find out it couldn't be him as he was going to his mistress, only to find out the culprit was obviously the butler."

           "... You are not funny." she mumbled, sulking as she sat across from him. "Anyway. Anything new ?"

           "Can't you guess ?"

           "I repeat, you are not funny."

Trying to hide his smirk, Sherlock told her about his new investigation, eager to get her opinion. Of course, he already had an idea of ​​who had committed the crime, why and how, he wanted to see her think. Unlike most people, she knew how to use her brain, although she still needed a little practice. It was pleasant to see her face light up and her eyes sparkle when she found the solution.

It had nothing to do with romantic feelings though.

Not at all.

Sherlock often repeated it to himself when he took her arm not to lose her in the crowd, when he was composing a fiddle tune for her, or when he was worried that she was not arriving on time at a meeting.

A simple meeting between friends and work colleagues, of course.

Sometimes he suspected that Y/N loved him more than just a friend. But it embarrassed her and he didn't want to embarrass her.

After all, even though he came from a rather noble family and with money, he was not the eldest son, and he had a very particular way of life. Not really the ideal husband. She had seen him in many situations that would have scared off intelligent men and women.

If Y/N hadn't left yet, it was because he offered her a freedom that she didn't have as a woman in this society.

Sherlock understood this matter quite well thanks to his sister and his mother, and although he unfortunately did not have the solution to this problem yet, he was happy to help Y/N flourish as she deserved.

           "I'm sure you already know who stole that diamond." she sighed, rolling her eyes. "I don't even see why you need an assistant."

           "I never said I needed an assistant."

           "You said I was very useful for your investigations !"

           "Not exactly. I said you help me stay focused and eliminate leads faster. You're also good at following people, acting as a witness when Lestrade isn't listening, and responding to reporters who ask too many questions."

           "... So I'm here... To be a secretary ?"

           "... Again, that's not what I said."

           "What you just said is more or less the definition of a secretary, or an idiot who spends her time with a man who uses her."

Despite all his intelligence, Sherlock Holmes was not very good at talking with his peers, even those he cared about.

Especially those he cared about.

He knew all the same that he had just hurt Y/N, her grimace and wet eyes not leaving too much room for doubt, and he stood up quickly to prevent her from leaving, grabbing her hand.

           "That's really not what I meant." he repeated apologetically.

           "You don't have to talk, I get it. I'm really stupid. I thought we had fun together, that we were equals, that we... I was stupid."

           "What ? That we what ?"

           "Oh please, Sherlock, you know that very well !"

           "No I do not know."

           "That I love you !" she exclaimed, looking at him in the eyes, beautiful and furious. "We have been working together for months, having dinner together, spending several hours in your apartment, by the fireplace, and I know very well that the great Sherlock Holmes has long guessed that it was not simply because I love adventure !"

This, he could not deny.

However, Sherlock remained silent, because not for a single second had he imagined that she loved him so much, and especially he would never have thought that she would confess her feelings to him.

It was a real surprise.

And Y/N read the shock on his face perfectly.

           "... You did not know ?"

           "I... Of course I did. Well, I was hoping. I mean, I was suspecting. I didn't have all the...."

           "You were hoping ?" she repeated, slowly approaching him, her eyes becoming sparkling again. "Sherlock ?"

He could have said nothing, lied, run away, but that would have hurt her again, even more, and he didn't want that, so Sherlock didn't move, staring at her for a long time, before biting his lip.

           "I think wedding is a totally useless and absurd thing. But if it was necessary, I'm not against it."

           "... Should I see this as a marriage proposal ?"

           "What do you think ?"

           "I think you are panicking about the situation, that you are unable to tell me that you love me too, at least not right now and not in these terms, but you want to make me understand that my feelings are shared, that I don't have to be ashamed of my confession, and that if one day my father comes screaming to your house, you will take a ring out of your pocket and get on your knees."

           "Wrong ."

           "... Wrong ?"

           "Or rather, almost wrong. The majority of your deduction is correct, proving your great quick-wittedness, and that's why I love you."

It didn't make her laugh, but Y/N smiled all the same, gently hitting on the shoulder.

They didn't talk about it again after, for many months, because it was unnecessary.

[lexsssu]

Lucky (Saitama)

Flufftober Day 28

TAGS: Saitama/Wife!Reader

“Why the hell are you all eating hotpot at someone else’s place like it’s your damn right—”

“Anata, don’t be rude. They’re our guests and friends,” before another protest could leave your husband’s lips, you stuffed a steaming piece of cooked meat into his mouth to silence him.

“It’s been a long time since we had so many people visiting. The house feels nicer like this.”

Leaning against the bald hero’s side, your smile reached ear to ear at the antics of your friends as they fought for their favorite morsels. All the time you spent away from Saitama and Genos while you trained your powers had taken its toll on you. Being able to share a warm meal with them and so many new friends was the cherry on top.

“If it’s not too presumptuous of me to ask, do you have any plans of having children soon? I’m sure Genos would be thrilled to have a little sibling to dote on—”

“DOCTOR!”

“Don’t make me wait too long for a grandchild, Saitama-kun. There’s no telling how long these old bones can last—”

“...My wife and I aren’t your kids, Bang. And what we do behind closed doors isn’t any of your business.”

“But I was her shishou for a time, and I’ve adopted her in all but name. You wouldn’t refuse a frail old man’s last wishes, won’t you?”

Despite all the hardships you’ve dealt with, there’s no denying that you are lucky. Gazing over your assortment of family and friends only further affirmed that.

[scholastic-dragon]

Flufftober Day 17: Up Against the Wall Kiss

Leonardo x Gn!reader

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: turtle smootches (my favorite), established relationship, nervous and flustered Leo, idiots in love, spelling mistakes, 

Summary: Leo's too shy to initiate your first kiss; you're not.

Leo was a gentleman.

Sometimes a little too much so.

He was ever so sweet and thoughtful. Always pulling out your chair, offering you a hand when climbing down the manhole ladder.

It's what drew you to him. He had a heart of gold hidden behind his strong chest and he'd given you the honor of calling it yours.

Two and a half months into your relationship and you hadn't stopped smiling. You were sure he hasn't either.

That wasn't to say it was without fault. It took a bit of work in the beginning, he sat you down and sheepishly explained how nervous he was and that he wanted to take things slow. You agreed and allowed him the time to open up about his boundaries. 

After that, things only got better and better. He texted you whenever he could, sometimes thoughtful messages, others funny pictures and memes and sometimes simply 'I miss you'

You couldn't complain. You shouldn't complain. And yet....he's yet to kiss you. You can tell he wants to.

Getting ready to leave your apartment after dinner and a movie, perched on the windowsill, eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips.

Then he bids you goodnight and ducks out of the window.

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t bother you. It was clear he wanted to kiss you: so why hadn’t he?

Deciding it was time for a change, you invite him over for another dinner and movie. He accepts without question. 

You feel nervous throughout the whole evening, it wasn’t a big deal, was it? 

“Are you alright, love?” Leo asks, gently putting his hand over yours. His palm alone engulfs your whole hand, he’s warm and comforting and pulls you out of your thoughts. 

You shake your head, forcing a smile. “Yeah, yeah, I’m okay, just got some stuff on my mind,” You take a sip of your drink, hoping your face wasn’t as red as you felt. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He squeezes your hand, smiling warmly: why was he so handsome?

“We probably should,” You scoff, exhaling sharply. He raises an eyebrow, rolling his shoulders back. “It’s nothing bad,” You’re quick to amend, not wanting him to assume the worst. 

“What is it? You can tell me,” 

“I know I can, I just, well, I’m not sure how to go about it,” You start to ramble, feeling a blush creeping across your cheeks. “There’s something I want us to do and I know some part of you does, but if I’m going too fast or you feel uncomfortable you can just tell me and I’ll back off, but-” 

“Love,” He quietly laughs, “Deep breaths, okay? You don’t need to be nervous,” 

You take a deep breath, rolling your shoulders back and meeting his bright eyes. 

“I....I want to....to kiss you,” You were sure his heart stopped. He inhaled sharply, shoulders going back, eyes wide. He looked like he stopped breathing. “Leo?”

“I....um....uh,” He looked away, hand rubbing the back of his neck. You were sure if he could he’d be bright red. 

“If that’s too much right now we don’t have too,” You squeeze his hand. “I don’t want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do,”

He sighs, whispering as if he were saying something he shouldn’t. “I want to, I-I just,” He runs his free hand down his face, clearing his throat. 

“It’s okay if you’re not ready,” Reaching across the table you tilt his chin toward you. “I just wanted to let you know that whenever you’re ready to take that step, I’m here,” 

He smiles, a small sigh of relief escaping him. He takes your hand from under his chin and presses three firm kisses to your knuckles. 

“And I’m so grateful for how patient your being, and how you’re willing to take this slow.” He opens and closes his mouth a few times, unsure of how to word his statement. “I want to....to kiss you, but, I’m nervous,” 

“Nervous about what, honey?” He lowers his hand, still holding yours, to the table, not meeting your eyes. 

“You’d be my first kiss and I’m afraid I’m not going to do it right,” He mumbles, running his thumb across the back of your hand. 

You smile, taking both of your hands and cupping his. “That’s alright, Leo, we’ll learn together, okay?” 

He nods, exhaling a deep breath. Not wanting to stress him out more, you offer to snuggle on the couch with a movie. He agrees, helping you pack away the leftover food and rinse the dishes. Now you’re wrapped up in his arms watching a cheesy Christmas movie. 

“Is there a reason why we’re watching a Christmas movie in the middle of October?” He mumbles into your hair. 

You shake you head. “Makes me happy, I love Christmas,” Your back is pressed up against his chest, you feel him chuckle softly, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist. 

The movie goes by quick and now you’re back to the same spot. He’s putting on his gear and shoes, telling you the schedule for the next week and when you both can hangout. 

He opens your window and turns around, looming over you. 

“I’ll text you later?” He gives his classic boyish smile, eyes soft and he reaches for your hands. 

“Yes, you should,” You giggle, squeezing his hands, looking up into his blue eyes. 

The moment happens again, eyes flickering back and forth between your lips. He leans forward; this is it, he’s gonna do it. He leans at the last second, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. 

Damn it. 

He sheepishly pulls back, clearly a little embarrassed. 

“Leo?” He hums, not wanting to speak. “Do you want me to initiate the kiss?” He swallows hard, adams apple bobbing, he nods eagerly. 

Smiling you push on the hard plates of his chest, his eyes go wide but he lets you move him until his shell bumps the wall. You take his face in your hands, gently adjusting his mask. 

“Ready?” He nods again, licking his lips. 

Your thumbs running along his cheekbones, you lean up on your tiptoes, tilting your face to meet his. His lips are considerably larger than yours, but are warm and soft. He’s gentle, afraid he might mess up, but you feel his shoulders loosen. 

You pull away, trying not to giggle as he leans forward, recapturing your lips. His hands, shakily, go to your waist, pulling you closer. Gaining a small spark of confidence, he splays his palms across your back, holding you close. 

Needing air, you pull away, panting heavily you meet his eyes. He’s smiling and panting as much, if not more, than you are. 

“How was that for a first kiss?” You giggle, kissing his chin. 

“Not sure, perhaps you should give me another,” He leans in, pressing his lips to yours again. 

He was such a gentleman. 

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tags: @flufftober @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @mysticboombox @strawberrycakeblog

[loveeharrington]

*ೃ༄ flufftober day 10: i just want to be close to you

prompt: love language

summary: tate langdon’s love language is physical touch

writer’s note: first time writing for tate! disclaimer; i’ve only watched the first half of murder house, so no spoilers please and if i get something wrong, that’s why. i absolutely love it so far though!

flufftober masterlist | @flufftober

soft music played from your beat up speaker in the corner of the room as tate flipped the pages of his book as he read. you could hear his fingers brushing over the pages as he moved them.

his other hand was entwined with your own as you lay on your back, staring at the ceiling.

it seemed as if tate was over at your house every day now, just wanting to hold you hand and be with you. he spoke a lot, but he also just lay there with you or read a lot. your relationship was the perfect balance of what made the both of you happy.

tate squeezed harder on your hand, though he didn’t seem to notice like you did, and a faint smile crossed your face.

“i love you,” tate mumbled under his breath.

“i love you too. come here,” you say, as you tug on his arm to pull him closer.

his hands move from his book to you, wrapping his arms around you. you feel his breath against your ear as you hold each other.

on the floor of your bedroom, trying to be as close as possible to each other, you felt wonderful. tate always told you that he would always be there for you, and it truly felt like that in this moment.

“i just want to be close to you,” he says into your ear, your legs slowly starting to intertwine as well.

you mumble a reply in his ear, almost unrecognizable words.

[ghost-in-the-hella]

Some heavily implied pricefield for Flufftober’s day 30 prompt: “Dear Diary.” Yes, I contemplated covering it with ridiculous stickers that don’t necessarily match the vibe like Max’s diary in canon, but it was too much of a pain.

[Image ID: Digital drawing that mimics the style of Max Caulfield's diary in Life is Strange season 1. It features a line drawing of Chloe Price laying on her stomach, apparently naked but tastefully covered by a sheet wrapped around her waist. Her hair is rendered in watercolor splotches of blue and purple. Text in Max's in-game handwriting reads: "October 30. Dear Diary... So... Um. Yeah. So that happened."]

[vainilla-milk]

Flufftober Day 12 - Injury and care

pairing: Reiner Braun x Fem! Reader

tags: college au, slight angst, mention of family problems

wordcount: 526

note: i'm back... i guess?

"You know I hate it when you get involved in fights," you say as you clean his temple wound. Reiner remains silent, just listening to you sitting there as the alcohol penetrates and burns into his slightly bloody skin.

You sigh in frustration, he doesn't even look at you, but you know it's because he feels bad that he let you down. "It's your second fight of the month, you almost made it a semester without getting hit on by other guys and-"

"I'm sorry" he interrupts you, his body turns towards you and his hands gently lower yours as he holds his gaze upwards into your eyes. "I know I shouldn't have done it, but it's not like I had a choice"

You drop your tense shoulders, Reiner's thumb meets your cheek and caresses you gently. 

"Listen, they messed with me first when you'd left for the bathroom. I wasn't planning on punching them, but when they pounced on me I just thought I'd defend myself"

"What about last time?" you ask dropping your body onto the couch, now having to keep your gaze upwards, simply Reiner was quite a bit taller and bigger than you.

He evades your eyes and simply stares at the floor, his amber gaze showed the exhaustion he felt.

"It was stupid, I guess" you hear his deep voice almost whisper. 

You sigh again and rest your head on his shoulder, instinctively you both curl your arms and intertwine your fingers, letting both hands rest on Reiner's thigh. 

The room softly lit by the lamp envelopes you in silence, Reiner stroking the back of your hand in circles thinking about what to say to you.

He hasn't been having a good time and feels pushed to the brink of collapse, unfortunately. 

"Not so long ago, when I went to visit my mother, my father showed up at the house" he confesses, you open your eyes slightly in surprise but still remain calm. You give his hand a little squeeze in support as he tells you. "It was an unpleasant encounter, as usual"

His voice trailed off as his hand seemed to cling to yours, his gaze remaining lost on the ground.

"Is that what had you so upset?" you ask almost in a whisper, as if you didn't want your own voice to hurt him.

Finally Reiner turns to look at you, his melancholy gaze making you want to hug him for the rest of your life. You listen attentively to the whole altercation in his family, understanding why he had been in such a volatile mood lately. 

You comfort him as you and no one else can, with words of support and containment that Reiner had little accustomed to before he met you. When you caress his face, you seal the moment with a kiss, one in which only the lack of air made you separate. 

Your foreheads meet and you exchange sweet, understanding glances.

"Thank you" he whispers.

You smile slightly at him. "I love you" you reply.

Your lips meet again, knowing that this would be another magical night where you would show each other deep love.

[greymoonfeelings]

flufftober day 31: a sweet treat

pairing: dad! bradley bradshaw x parent! reader (not specified as a mom and not specified biological kids)

word count: 600

notes: I really don’t like this, but I wanted to share this idea with everyone. Happy Halloween!

•••

“Daddy! Close your eyes! I want it to be a surprise!” Your son shouts down the hall to Bradley who sits on the living room couch.

“Okay buddy, my eyes are closed.“

Bradley smiles to himself as the echoing footsteps grow louder as do the giggles your son is fighting to contain. You walk behind him, carrying your nine-month-old daughter.

All three of you stand in front of Bradley in your Halloween costumes, ready to surprise him when he opens his eyes. Your son can barely contain his excitement, nearly vibrating in place as he waits for your go-ahead.

Your son is wearing a green jumpsuit with a kid’s pair of aviators and a fake mustache. You’re wearing a floral shirt you stole from your husband’s closet and your daughter is wearing a rooster outfit.

Your son gives Bradley a few seconds to process what’s in front of him before yelling excitedly, “I’m you, daddy!”

Your son gives Bradley a few seconds to process what’s in front of him before yelling excitedly, “I’m you, daddy!”

“I can see that.” Bradley laughs. “Let me get a good look at you, my little aviator.”

He turns in a circle showing off his costume to his father who applauds. You look down at your son lovingly, admiring the pure happiness radiating from him.

“I even have a patch.” His little fingers point to the patch you stuck onto his suit that reads “Bradshaw”, you took it from one of your husband’s old uniforms.

Bradley picks up his son, setting him on one of his knees. “You look like a real navy aviator, but there’s one thing you’re missing.”

Your son frowns temporarily, but his smile returns when Bradley removes his dog tags and carefully places them around your son’s neck. They hang low on the four-year-old but his smile grows as he turns the warm metal over in his hand.

“Why don’t you go get your bucket and then we can head out.” Bradley pats his son’s back lovingly and watches as the four-year-old scurries off. His gaze then moves to you, trailing up your figure to notice your choice of attire.

“I see you stole one of my shirts,” he teases.

“He told me he wanted to be an aviator just like his hero daddy so I thought we could be a family of Bradley Bradshaws.”

When your son first came to you with his idea of a Halloween costume you couldn’t help but be proud of the little boy you were raising. He was sweet and caring just like his father and it made sense because he was Bradley’s biggest fan.

You knew Bradley was having a hard time since his latest mission and you wanted to do something to cheer him up which is why you decided on the family theme. You wanted to show your husband how much you love and appreciate him.

“I love it, babe.” Bradley stands up, giving you a quick peck on the lips before taking your young daughter into his arms.

“Look at you, baby girl. My little Rooster.” He presses a kiss to her cheek and causes her to giggle at the tickle of his facial hair. She squirms happily in his grasp, reaching up to pull at his wedding ring necklace.

When your son comes back with his paw patrol bucket in hand, the four of you head out to trick or treat. As you walk around the neighborhood, your husband pulls you under his arm, holding you close. He sighs happily as he watches his son run around and his daughter babble in her wagon.

“I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

“We’re the lucky ones, babe.”

[authorforrosie]

Flufftober ~ Day 7.

Title: She calls you her wife and her bandmates tease her about it.

Pairing: Momo x you. [GxG.]

Warning: None.

Words: 780.

Momo sat together at the dinner table with her bandmates waiting for you to serve them dinner. She has a happy expression on her face when she saw her bandmates having a long deep conversation together. You both invited her bandmates for dinner since today is your 3rd year anniversary of knowing each other.

Her dark chocolate brown eyes watched you bringing fresh cooked food to the dinner table with literally heart eyes. She couldn't help herself from smiling. Her bandmates giggled since Momo looked like a puppy being in love. Dahyun and Jeongyeon mocked the way she looked at you. Momo knew that she loved you since she first met you in a unexpected time of her life.

„Y/N truly cooks the best food. She's a chief."

Smirked Jihyo with admiration in her voice. She really admired that you can cook like a professional chief.

Jihyo looked hungry and with love in her eyes at the plate. Which has cooked vegetables on it. The fresh cooked food still had steam coming from it.

Sana pat Momo's head when she saw Momo wanting to reach out to wrap her arm around your waist. Which she sadly couldn't since you still had to serve the food from Tzuyu, Dahyun and Mina. Who glanced at you with thankfulness.

Momo pouted with sad puppy eyes which made her bandmates laugh.

„I didn't know our Momoring would be so clingy with her girlfriend." Smirked Nayeon with much amusement in her voice. Momo couldn't only shake her head in disapproval. She playfully glared at the bunny.

Momo took the spoon which she will definitely use for the food on her plate to point to her bandmates. A serious puppy expression on her face. She still looked cute when she is serious in your opinions.

„She is my wife. I am allowed to be physically affectionate with my beautiful wife Y/N Hirai."

State Momo with seriousness in her voice. She pointed with a spoon. Your cheeks flushed red in a blush at her statement.

Her bandmates laughed all together and cooed because you both are so cute. You are definitely perfect for Momo. Mostly because you make the best food in the entire universe in their opinions.

„OHHH MOMO HAS A WIFE...!!" Yelled Sana with amusement in her voice. Momo and you had red flushed cheeks.

„Why wasn’t we invited to the wedding.“ Pouted Jihyo playfully while mumbling with amusement in her voice.

Momo took a few minutes to answer since she spaced out. She thought about a married life with you. A adorable little family in some years. The thoughts caused her heart to fluttering with a happy feeling.

„We aren’t married yet. I definitely plan to marry my cute baby girl…“ Smirked Momo with seriousness in her voice.

Her bandmates cheered and giggled with a happy expression on your face. Your cheeks flushed even more red in a blush. You hide your face shyly behind the apron that you unwrapped from your waist. Momo pulled away the apron to see your adorable face.

Your cheeks red and you pouted. Momo giggled gently kissing your cheeks. A few minutes later she attacked your whole face with kisses. You giggled happily and had a shy expression on your face.

„Now let’s eat before Y/N‘s masterpiece food get’s cold.“ Suggested the leader Jihyo with much care in her voice. Almost everyone started eating your delicious fresh cooked food. Appreciating it with a grateful smile.

Momo leaned so close that you could feel her breath on your lips. Her chocolate brown eyes didn’t stop the eye contact with your y/e/c eyes. The eye contact was very intense for you both.

„Don’t worry baby girl you will know when we marry soon. That’s a promise I will definitely keep. My beautiful baby girl and kitten.“

Whispered Momo with a slight seductive lower voice in your ear.

The sentences caused your cheeks to flush red in a blush again. Momo giggled cutely before she pecked your lips not once. Not twice. Three times. Until you kissed her lips passionately.

„Not in front of my food.“ Whined Tzuyu with playfulness in her voice. That sentence caused everyone to laugh. Including you.

Momo could only stare at you with love in her yes when you laughed. Literally stars in your eyes and your smile reached your eyes when you smile after laughing with her bandmates. Momo couldn’t wait until you are officially her wife. Because Y/N Hirai definitely sounds perfect. She couldn’t wait to spend the rest of her life by your side. You are her wifey for sure already. No matter if married or not.

[phoebe-delia]

Show, Don't Tell

MY FAVORITE TROPE!!!! IT IS DAY 14 OF @flufftober AND THE PROMPT IS "TRUTH OR DARE" AND IT IS MY TIME TO THRIVE!!!!! (Even though writing party games is SO HARD but I'm gonna do it ANYWAY).

Drarry. Party games. 8th year. No beta. No planning beforehand; literally just writing this right into Tumblr like I often do lololol. Let's fucking goooo!!!!

"Truth or dare, Harry?" Hermione had That Look in her eye. The one that meant Harry would be an utter fool to say—

"Truth."

But he did. And by the smirk on Hermione's face, Harry knew trying to backtrack would only make it worse. Which is why he braced himself for her to command him to—

"Tell Draco what you told me earlier."

Harry, at this point, buried his head in his hands. So he only heard the whispers erupt around him, and Draco's voice above it all—"Tell me what?"

Harry could hear the smirk in her voice. "I'll let Harry take it from here. Harry?"

Harry groaned and lifted his head, sparing Hermione a vicious glare before forcing himself to look at Draco's eyes—narrowed in suspicion, but if Harry looked closer he knew he'd see a glimmer of vulnerability that no amount of squinting could fully conceal.

Harry sighed and looked at Hermione imploringly. "Do I really have to?"

Hermione shrugged. "You could forfeit. But I don't think you want to do that."

"Potter, what is going on?" Draco was frowning, and looking hurt, and Harry's stomach twisted and he couldn't have that.

So he glanced back at Hermione, and ignored the eyes of the others in the circle when he said, "Can I show him instead?"

Hermione's eyes softened. "Yes, I'll allow it."

Draco scoffed, but then seemed to still as Harry took a fortifying breath and crawled toward him across the circle. The other students were silent as they watched, but Harry kept his eyes on Draco.

They were a foot away, until Harry moved even closer, cupping Draco's face with one hand and bracing himself on the floor with the other. Up close, Draco's eyes were so wide, with surprise and growing understanding, and Harry waited there, unmoving, waiting.

Draco let out a soft, barely audible, "Oh. Okay," before Harry captured his lips.

When they pulled back for air, panting, Harry was still looking at Draco's lips. He barely registered Draco whispering, "Is that all you have to show me?"

Harry shook his head. "I'm not quite done yet," he whispered back, leaning in once more.

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Day 12 — Warm Cuddles

Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 400

Contents & Warnings || Fluff — no warnings.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Flufftober Masterlist

After you and Bucky had spent the afternoon decorating the house, baking cookies and carving pumpkins, it was time to sit back, relax and snuggle up by the fireplace with a warm drink and cookies to munch on for the remainder of the evening.

The living room was lit by the crackling and orange glowing fire, creating a pleasant atmosphere as you and Bucky were cuddled together with the soft blankets on the sofa.

You leaned your head on his shoulder while sipping your pumpkin spice latte and eating a tasty fresh cookie. He had one arm draped across your shoulder, stroking your upper arm while the other held a book, The Hobbit. A book Bucky reminded you countless times that he read when it first came out in 1937. It was his absolute favourite, and it had become yours as well.

He was reading it to you, transporting you both into the fantasy world as he got into the story and its descriptions, making up voices for each character.

“What have I got in my pocket?” Bilbo said aloud. He was talking to himself, but Gollum thought it was a riddle, and he was frightfully upset.

“Not fair! Not fair!” he hissed. “It isn’t fair, my precious, is it, to ask us what it’s got in it’s nassty little pocketsess?”

You giggled at his Gollum impersonation, snuggling further into him as you kept listening to his calm and soothing voice tell the story.

Although the book was exciting and fun, you felt your eyes become heavy with sleep as you were so comfortable against him and so warm and full from the drink and cookies.

Bucky noticed you were starting to fall asleep and put his book to the side.

“Why’d you stop?” You mumbled while looking up at him with hooded eyes.

“You’re sleepy.”

“No.” You yawn, rubbing your eyes.

He chuckled at your stubbornness and placed your drink on the table.

He draped your legs across his thighs, and your head rested on his clothed chest. He hugged you softly as he rocked back and forth slowly. You sigh happily as you close your eyes and nuzzle further into him, inhaling his scent, letting the warmth and calmness of him engulf you. His hand that caressed your back lulled you to sleep.

“Sleep now, doll. I’ve got you.”

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[dyns33]

Flufftober 5 - Venom

Eddie x Reader x Venom

           "It's my night ! My night !"

           "Yes, Venom. Even though we said it was our night and you're being a little selfish, it's your night too."

           "My night ! Tell him morsel ! Tell him!"

Y/N didn't say anything, too busy laughing because Eddie and his alien were arguing over something totally ridiculous again.

In Venom's defence, Halloween was definitely the only night of the year he could hit the streets without anyone being scared of him, besides some other costume moments of course. He was always very proud to talk about the party where everyone loved him, when he 'came out of Eddie's closet'. Again, unable to stop laughing, she failed to explain why it was funny, while Eddie sighed.

Not only was he going to be able to go out without having too much trouble, if he behaved well, but there were also the candies.

Ever since he heard about the candy and other sweets he was about to receive, Venom had been "hopping" on Eddie's shoulder from morning to evening, and even at night, excited and drooling as he imagined the mountain of sugar he was going to be able to ingest in a single night.

           "I've already put on a little weight because of you, I don't want it to get worse at all. You won't eat everything all at once."

           "I'm sucking out a lot of your fat, Eddie. If you've gained weight, it's only your fault."

           "Liar !"

           "I don't think you've gained weight." Y/N said caressing his cheek. "If so, that looks great on you anyway."

           "Thanks babe."

           "He's actually put on a bit of weight, and I don't think that looks good on him. Big butt."

           "I don't have a big butt."

           "He's got a big cute little butt."

           "No, just big. But that's not important ! My night is coming ! We have to decide where we're going, to get the most treats ! I saw on the television, there are areas where they give more sweets than others !"

Not knowing at all the best route for the candy hunt, Eddie and Y/N spent several hours in front of the computer searching, until their alien was satisfied with the plan they had found. They were then able to go for a walk.

Some people were a little scared of the giant, who only replied that he was Venom when asked what he was disguised as. But with Y/N ​​dressed as a Star Trek character next to him, perfectly calm and holding his hand, no one panicked.

She'd asked Eddie if he wanted a disguise too, but he'd decided he'd go as a broke reporter with a parasite in his body and a girlfriend way too good for him. To silence him, she kissed him, and immediately Venom demanded for a kiss too.

Even though he kept saying that he and Eddie were sharing a body, and therefore everything, he didn't like being left out, with his jealous and angry temper, like a child.

Unfortunately for him, he was not a child, and the owner of the first house they visited noticed this very well.

           "... You're a little old for candy hunting, aren't you ?"

           "There is no age to love sweets !" Venom replied proudly.

           "Maybe. But my sweets are for kids. I've got an apple for you, if you want."

           "... An apple? I'm going to eat your head !"

           "He's joking !" Y/N immediately intervened, pulling him as far as possible from the old man. "Come on, V, we'll find candy somewhere else."

But despite all their attempts, no house agreed to offer candies to the alien, even if they all found that his costume was very successful.

Depressed, Venom wanted to go home, since he had no right to bite off the heads of the bad guys who had ruined his night, nor of the children who had been allowed to have sweets.

           "It is unfair."

           "It's true." Eddie sighed, patting him on the head. "But, you know, if you look in the cupboard, under the fruits, maybe you'll find something."

           "... Do not make fun of me."

           "Look."

Knowing that the alien hated fruit, and guessing that there was a chance the candy hunt would go wrong; Eddie had managed to buy several candies and hide them, just in case.

Upon discovering this little treasure, Venom let out a cry of joy, turning back to his host and quickly coming back to him to bang his head against his.

           "Thank you, Eddie ! Thank you !"

           "Ow ! I already told you that's not how you show affection. It's a cat thing !"

           "I..." Y/N whispered. "I also anticipated that things would not go as planned and... I have chocolate, hidden in the bathroom."

           "It really is my evening ! The most beautiful evening !"

           "It's a night like any other, when you are annoying and eating too much, except you were able to go out for a few hours without anyone trying to kill us."

           "Yes. Being myself, close to you and holding hands with our little morsel. The best night."

Leaving him to savour his sweets, Eddie and Venom sat together on the sofa, thinking he was right and that tonight was truly perfect.

[lexsssu]

Small (Riftan Calypse)

Flufftober Day 20

Riftan Calypse/Wife!Reader

TAGS: reader-insert, fluff, domestic fluff, introspection, implied smut

How can something so small bear so much weight in his heart?

Leaning his head against his hand as he lay on the king-sized bed, Riftan gazed down as you slept without a care in the world and used his firm chest as a makeshift pillow. You looked so small as you curled up against him, hair mussed up and skin shining with sweat after another rigorous night of lovemaking that had you passing out in a tired yet satisfied heap.

How long had he imagined this exact scenario in his head as he grew up being the poor son of a common peasant? Never in his wildest dreams would he even entertain the idea of one day being able to hold you in his arms like this. To be able to press kisses against your smooth, silky skin while his hands, roughened by long hours of manual labor, cradled your willing body.

No matter how much you used to tell him that you didn’t care about his station, it never sat right with him. Because how could he even dare to officially court you when his very lot in life would be a source of lifetime ridicule for the blue blood that ran through your veins? Riftan knows full well that you wouldn’t care for the words of gossipmongers, but how can he live with himself knowing that he will forever be a stain upon your reputation?

But that is all behind him now.

What matters is that you are now his wife and the mother to all his future children. You and your bright smiles, tinkling laughter, and your ever encompassing warmth.

[scholastic-dragon]

Flufftober Day 3: Thick as Thieves

Raphael x Gn!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: friends to lovers, pining, slow burn, Raph's got a crush, good moments between Raph and Don, spelling mistakes, Vern makes a bad comment (he apologizes), 

Summary: You and Raph are friends - no, best friends - and despite what everyone thinks, there’s no feelings between you two...right?

You remember the night you met the boys as if it only happened yesterday.

Your best friend April had finally opened up about her "extended family" and you were shocked to say the least.

But you quickly realized these were the sweetest, kindest, and most amazing men you'd ever met.

Well, almost. Raphael was quite distant for a good portion of the evening, only saying a few words here and there.

After they left, April said they were a bit suspicious of you because they didn't often meet people. You understood and never pushed them beyond just simple conversation.

Donnie and Mikey warmed up very quickly and you'd spent countless hours playing Mario cart with them. Leo finally started smiling when you talked with him, but Raph was still a little aloof. You never pressed, giving him his space, he'd open up eventually.

It wasn't until about 2 months later that you'd been invited to a Halloween party at Vern's penthouse.

You had a fun night, you finally met Casey, April's boyfriend, and realized very quickly that Vern was a player.

The boys were there, but they weren't wearing costumes, simply wearing their normal gear. You brought it up, not judging or mean, just asking if they had costumes.

A drunk Vern answered. "They don't need costumes, look at 'em! Already look kinda freaky,"

The group went quiet, in shock that Vern, their friend had said something so rude. April was clearly ready to beat his ass, Casey put his arm around her to stop her. Donnie's jaw dropped, glasses slipping down his nose. Leo's haw dropped, drink almost slipping from his hand. Mikey looked the most pained out of them all, wondering how a friend could say something like that.

Just as Raph opened his mouth to yell, you started ripping Vern a new asshole. Saying they weren't freaky or weird and that they were more man than Vern would ever hope to be.

Vern said nothing, just nodded and left the conversation, knowing he was drunk and needed to step back. The boys thanked you before mingling with the other party goers, wanting to forget the whole ordeal.

Raph approached you with an awkward smile. "Uh, thanks, for what you said to Vern. It's not often people stick up for us like that,"

"I wasn't just going to let him bully you like that, no one deserves to be treated like that," You smile, noticing how his shoulders ever so slightly tensed at the mention of him deserving better. "But you never answered my question, do you guys have costumes?"

"Uh, no, we weren't originally going to come, but Mikey was complaining the whole time while we were out and with all the heavy crowds it would've just made patrol ten times harder-" He rambled on, saying more words than he ever meant to. Talking just felt so easy with you, you engaged and listened to every word he said.

The next day Vern (thankfully sober) profusely apologized to the boys, saying he didn’t mean any of it and it’ll never happen again. April still punch his shoulder with a warning that if he ever said something like that again he’d get his ass beat into the ground. 

He got your number that night and you've texted every day since then. You have a lot in common and have the same type of humor. Raph felt as ease around you, like he could talk about everything and nothing and he wouldn't get judged about it.

But after a few weeks he suddenly started feeling strange. He'd stare for longer than he'd mean to. He started to notice your deodorant and shampoo and he could tell when you changed it. He found any and all excuses to be around you or touch you: walking by? Hand on arm. Sitting on the couch? Arm on the back across your shoulders. Hair in your face? Gently moving it behind your ear.

The others started to notice, Mikey making the most annoying comments.

"You obviously like them!"

He didn't do these things because he liked you. He did them because 1. It felt nice to have physical contact with someone. 2. You didn't flinch or pull away when he reached for you.

You were his best friend. His most trusted confidante.

I mean sure you were very good looking, but everybody knew that. And you had very big eyes, that he admittedly liked to look at. And he really liked hearing you laugh, especially when you'd touch his arm after he told you a funny story.

But it wasn't a crush. It didn't feel like a crush. Okay, well, he didn't know what a crush was supposed to feel like but it didn't feel like how it normally did in the movies.

Raph tossed and turned in bed, running his hands down his mask less face. Sleep was evading him for the third time this week. His thoughts consistently about you.

Glancing at his nightstand, he reached for his phone, groaning at the time. 3:52 AM.

He needed to get up and take a breath. A cold glass of water should do him some good.

He rose from his bed, being careful not to trip over anything in the dark. The lair was quiet as he padded to the kitchen, the lights were always kept on incase one of the boys wanted a midnight snack.

Entering the kitchen, Raph paused seeing Donnie sitting at the dining table. They both awkwardly stared at each other for a moment, before Raph cleared his throat.

"I'd ask if ya can't sleep, but it's clear from your coffee cup that ya haven't even gone to bed yet," Raph walked over to the cabinet, getting a glass and filling it in the sink.

Donnie snorted, taking a sip from his mug. "If we're guessing why the others up then I'm going to say you've got something on your mind,"

"It's nothin' just....just some sleep troubles," Raph downed the half full glass in one gulp, gently setting the glass cup in the sink.

"Talking about it might help," Raph rolled his eyes, turning to face Donnie, leaning against the counter.

Donnie had always been a gossip, he'd never spill anything you told him, but he was annoyingly pushy and nosey.

"If I tell you, will you shut up?" At Donnie's nod, Raph sighs. "I'm thinking about Y/n,"

"Ah," Donnie gets an excited glimmer in his eyes. "You finally gained the courage to ask them out?"

"What? No!" Raph scoffed, rolling his shoulders and crossing his arms. "It's not like that,"

"It's not like that?" Donnie mimics, lowering his head to glance at Raph over his glasses.

"Yeah, we're best friends, nothing more,"

Donnie rolled his eyes, glancing at the ceiling. "Please tell me you're joking,"

"What're ya talkin' about?" Raph raised a brow, feeling his guard start to go up.

Donnie held his mug between his hands, easily dwarfing the cup, almost laughing as he spoke. "It's so obvious you have a crush on them-"

"I don't have a crush on them! They're my best friend!" Raph interrupted, unable to help himself. "This is exactly how Mikey treated April when they first met,"

"Yeah, except Mikey got over it and now sees her as a sister, you, my friend, have not," Putting his elbow on the table he leaned his chin on his palm.

"It's not a crush,"

"You know what, you're right," Donnie took a sip of his coffee, looking away from Raph and licking his lips.

It was never a good thing when Donnie admitted someone else was right and didn't put up a fight. A smirk formed on his face, setting down the mug and glancing back to Raph.

"You're right, Raph, it's not a crush," Donnie leaned forward, both elbows on the table. "You love them,"

"Watch your-" Raph took several steps forward, pointing an angry finger at him.

"Shh, don't want to wake up the others, do you?" Donnie calmly whispered. Raph clamped his mouth shut.

When Donnie had mentioned 'love' his chest got tight and his knees started to shake. Surly he wasn't in love with you: he couldn't even tell if he had a crush on you.

Raph sighed, pulling out a chair and sitting across from Donnie, leaning in with a quiet voice.

"I'll tell ya if you promise to keep it between us," Raph holds out his arm, second finger up.

Donnie smirks, putting his second finger around Raph's (their version of a pinky promise). "Deal, I won't say anything,"

"I-I....I think I have feelings for Y/n, but I don't know, it-it doesn't feel like a crush," Raph sits back in the chair, looking at his lap, rubbing his hands together.

"What do you mean?" Donnie calmly says, noticing how honest and scared Raph's tone is.

"In all the movies and stuff, people say it's like butterflies and you can't talk when you're around them, and stuff, but I don't feel that. I'm calm and I feel like I can talk to them about anything," Raph vents, honest to god vents for one of the first times in his life.

Donnie stays silent, allowing him to get it all out. They'd always been close, having the occasional moment or late nights like this, but Donnie felt good knowing Raph felt comfortable enough to tell him.

Raph sighed, glancing up at Donnie. "Alright, say your smart speech, I know you're dyin' too,"

"Some romance experts say that it's a mix between all those things, but most say that you should feel calm around them, like they're a breath of fresh air," Donnie pauses to take a sip of his coffee, grimacing when he realized it was luke-warm.

Raph nodded, licking his lips, his pulse quickening. "So, you're saying it is a crush?"

Donnie shrugged, leaning back in his chair. "I can't tell you how you feel, Raph. I can tell you what I see, from both you and Y/n, but you're the only one who's going to know,"

"But I don't know! And what if I'm wrong?" Raph rubs his head, getting upset. "What if I ask them out and they say no or what if we go on a date and I realize I don't like them and then I've ruined our friendship?"

"I think..." Donnie pushed his glasses up his nose. "You are way too stressed over this situation to not have feelings for them. Just, think about it, not just what you feel, but what you want. Do you want to go on dates with them? Hold hands? Kiss them? That stuff should tell you whether you like them,"

Raph almost took his questions seriously, but quickly shut his mouth before he answered. Raph laughed quietly, running a hand across his bald head.

"I think you should go get some sleep," Donnie snorted. "You look exhausted,"

"Speak fer yourself, genius," Even with the insults, Raph nodded, standing from the chair, it squeaking against the floor. "Thanks for listenin', Don," He mumbles, looking at the floor.

"Anytime," Donnie leans forward, lightly punching Raph's arm. They both laugh softly before Raph sighs and heads back to bed.

Laying down he pulls his comforter to his neck, rolling on his side, thinking about what Don had said.

Did he want to take you on dates? What kind of dates would he even be able to go on? Movie nights with cheesy rom-coms that you laugh at every time? Walks in the park while you wear something that he made you?

Hold your very small and very soft hands? He's not sure if he could given he only had two fingers. Did he want to kiss your lips? The ones that always have lip balm on, that smell like strawberry and frame your smile.

He sighed, picking up his phone and going to his photos. On your birthday you’d taken a selfie with him, one of the only pictures he had of himself and you were in it. 

You had such a bright smile.

He opened up your messages, feeling an inner battle brewing. Taking a deep breath, he made up his mind. 

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Early Monday morning you’re up before 5 getting ready for work; while brushing your teeth, your phone goes off. Rinsing your mouth you open your phone expecting to see Raph’s ‘good morning’ message. Instead, Donnie’s name pops up; raising an eyebrow you open the message. 

Donnie: called it, Raph admitted he has feelings for you, expect a phone call or text in the next twelve hours, pay up $$$

Your face warmed, a grin breaking out across your face. A few weeks ago, Mikey had started to make comments about you and Raph, and how strangely close you guys were. You brushed it off, not thinking too much into it, Mikey always teased you. Then Donnie and Leo both started making comments as well, Donnie took pity of your blushing face and told you it was obvious Raph had a crush on you. 

And Donnie, being the little shit he is, made it a bet. And now you owed him 50 bucks. 

Even as your PayPal hurt sending the money to him, your grin got even wider seeing another message pop up. 

Raph <3: Hey, wanna hangout later? There’s something I want to tell you

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tags: @flufftober @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch

[loveeharrington]

*ೃ༄ flufftober day 5: a cup of coffee and sunshine

prompt: “oh no, you’re a morning person!”

summary: you sleep over at robin buckley’s house and try to be quiet in the morning because she’s not a morning person

writer’s note: sorry this is the first actual post for flufftober, the others before today will be coming shortly <3

flufftober masterlist | @flufftober

the sun was shining in the kitchen window as you mechanically stirred the cup of coffee before you. you could hear the giant sound of robin snoring in the bedroom just down the hall.

it was only 7am, but she was still in deep slumber. in an effort not to wake her, you climbed out of bed without making a sound and were now tiptoeing around the kitchen.

you hear the bed creak against the old wooden floors and the light snoring cut off. a mumble comes from the crack of the door and you sigh.

grabbing the coffee you just made, you head down the hall. the floors cold against your feet, still creaking as you walk.

you push the door open to see robin curled into a ball covered with blankets in the center of the bed. her eyes are fogged with sleep, but she’s definitely awake.

“why didn’t you tell me you’re a morning person,” she croaks out.

“you didn’t tell me you weren’t,” you reply.

she lets out a soft laugh at that, saying, “i love to sleep, that’s it.”

you smile at her, “i was quiet. i didn’t think you’d wake up.”

“i’m a pretty light sleeper.”

you only laugh at that and look out her bedroom window.

“come back to sleep,” robin says, reaching her arms out from under the blanket.

you give her a dramatic sigh before placing the coffee on the nightstand and falling into her arms.

robin wraps her arms around you and throws the blanket over the two of you. moving closer to her, she peppers kisses along your nose and cheek, making you giggle.

the two of you, wrapped in each others warmth on a cold autumn morning.

[tbmunson]

Pile of Leaves - Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader

Day 11 of 31

Summary: You and Gareth hang out while his sisters play in the leaves

Warnings: Literal fluff.

WC: 500

October Masterlist

Being neighbors with your boyfriend had its perks. The one you were currently enjoying was being able to watch him work in the yard from your window. He was raking the falling leaves into a pile, more than likely at the request of his parents. You smirked when he looked up into your window, catching you watching.

He gave you the 'come here' motion with his finger, beckoning you to him.

You blew him a kiss and slipped your boots on before bouncing out of your front door and over to his yard. "Hey, lover boy. You rang?" You grinned, leaning against one of the trees partially responsible for his work.

He stopped his work and nodded. "I'm lover boy now? Since when, babydoll?" He rested his chin on top of his hand that was covering the end of the rake.

You laughed and shrugged. "I guess since you started calling me babydoll." You replied, reaching out for the tool in his hand. "Go get the girls. There's enough for them to jump in." You gently pulled the handle closer to you until you could press a quick kiss to his lips.

He stopped you from moving away when you tried, deepening the kiss a little for another moment. Gareth loved you, but knowing you were fond of his 7 year old twin sisters made him love you even more. 

You smiled widely at him as he pulled away. "Go on, lover boy." You laughed before kissing his nose, which was a bit chilly and red due to the crisp autumn air.

"Yes ma'am." He replied, leaving the rake in your hands and walking into his house. A few minutes later the front door opened and two pink marshmallows thundered your way.

You laughed at the way the jackets engulfed the girls as they yelled your name. "Hey! You guys having a good day?" You asked and your knelt down to receive their hugs.

Lisa nodded and quickly explained how they had been watching Care Bears before Gareth came and got them.

Kelly interrupted stating that they were excited for finally wear their new jackets because it was cold.

"That's so awesome. I wish I had one like that. It's going to give you guys some extra padding for the leaves too, you know." Your face moved with expression in they way you would when talking to kids.

Gareth rested against the tree as you interacted, falling deeper and deeper in love with you every time you smiled or laughed, making his sisters do the same. His whole world stood in front of him in the form of the three girls that had stolen his heart. "Let's get to jumping, huh?" He asked, breaking into the conversation.

Your mouth opened and your eyes went wide. "I think it's time, right?" You asked the girls, pushing to stand up.

"Yes!" They screamed, bouing on their feet.

You and Gareth had only managed to jump in the leaves a total of two times each in the near hour you'd spent out there. Most of your time was spent helping the girls out of the leaves, or raking the leaves back into a pile.

You weren't mad though. Not in the least. You were thrilled to be spending time with Gareth and his sisters.