#flufftober day 7

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They're Ours

(GIF NOT MINE)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader

Description: My HC's around Spencer and sharing clothes over the course of your relationship.

Warnings: slight nsfw(mentions of sex and others), !!Spoiler warning for season 10!! lemme know if theres anything else!

Flufftober Day 7: Sharing clothes

At the beginning of the relationship (in like season 1/2) Spencer doesn't even realize couple sharing clothes is a thing

like if he would come home late from a case to find you asleep wearing something of his he is kinda confused but finds he loves it

And then in the morning he would ask you about and and you would say you missed him

"your wearing my shirt-"

"I know, I just missed you"

"oh."

I think after around a year Spencer would be super used to it and wears some of your clothes too

like he would totally sneak one of your old college hoodies that are too big for him at the bottom of his go back some times

its the only time he wears hoodies

sometimes he can't wait to just go back to his hotel room and put it on

he just misses you and feels comforted by the familier smell

and after while of things like this you would regularly wear clothes from each others closet, not for comfort- just because they go better with the outfit

And this helped Spencer explore more fun patterns and colors through your clothes without the commitment of buying new clothes

and if you're an agent he would totally give you his FBI jacket

like im imagining you get bashed in the head and get a gash on your forehead while catching the unsub

and Spencer rushes over searching for you desperately

only knowing your injured, but the extent

and when he does find you and sees the goosebumps from the cold breeze he doesn't hesitate to wrap his puffy fbi jacket around you shoulders while the paramedic works on your forehead

Another image I had in my head is like gag gifts

like It would be so cute if you get Spencer those boxers you can personalize with a collage of your your face on it so he can quote "always be close to you"

and he would blush a lot and think that this was his real gift until you pull out the real gift

I think post prison Spencer would absolutely adore it when you wear his clothes because he needs that reminder that your still there when he notices a shirt or a cardigan missing

and he just meds to feel loved so he starts almost preferring your clothes over his because he's been deprived of you for so long

also I think after prison he would also find your wearing one of his shirts rly hot and when first sees you wearing one of his shirts again he has to have you

he would approach you at the counter while your making tea

He would wrap his arms around your waist and whisper deeply in your ear

"you look amazing in my clothes.."

"oh really?"

he would only hum as he kisses your neck..

you know the rest ;)

[i-am-a-l0st-gh0st]

When I'm not with you think of you always- Alhaitham X Gn!Reader flufftober

"Everything is alright just hold on tight, that's because I'm a god old fashioned lover boy"

T/w- fluff,

Summary - alhaitham can't get you out of his head, maybe you can help him?

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You had overtaken his thoughts, for months. He couldn't get you out of your head. Your laughter, your smile, your hugs. Alhaitham could hardly get any work done, which was very unusual. People did start to take note of this, whispering as he passed them in the hallways, the streets. He of course paid them no mind, his mind only focused on you. Oh how to get you out of his mind…

"Hey Haitham!"

It was none other then the person who plagued his thoughts. Before he could respond you ran and hugged him from behind, which made him turn slightly red. Thank archons he was able to keep his composure. He tried to turn around which he struggled with. Your Hugs were always quite tight and he struggled to get out, despite being strong himself. "Hello y/n"

"Whatcha doing." You took note of the people all staring. Archons was it really that bad to talk to alhaitham. You finally let him go, becoming slightly self conscious.

"Heading home. You?"

"Coming to find you." You flashed him a smile, oh how that made his heart race. Still he showed no sign of emotion. How hard was it to get him to smile, atleast a little?

"What seems to be the issue? If it's something regarding the academia, you'll have to come to my office tomorrow."

"No no, nothing like that. I just need to talk to you."

No one ever wanted to volunterily talk to him. Why would you? He pondered why you, one of the prettiest/handsomest people in Sumeru, would want to talk to him. Only you could answer that for him. "Hmm what about?"

"Oh um, maybe we move somewhere a bit more private." To the passing people it may have seemed like you were implying something, alhaitham also took the same approach to that.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh no no nothing like that Alhaitham."

He only nodded in exchange. You started to walk away, so he followed. Oh how people would talk after this, usually Alhaitham was by himself he seemed content that way. Soon you reached his house, the house wasn't clean but not messy either. Kaveh wasn't home either which made it easier to talk to him.

"So what is it?"

"Oh um, Archons I'm not quite sure how to say this." You added a little chuckle for good measure. Alhaitham was listening intently, but he seemed uninterested in a way. He had his usual stance, and his face was just unemotional. This made you a whole lot more nervous.

"Alhaitham, I.." You sighed, his answers either gonna be yes or no, it's fine Y/n. "I like you."

Alhaitham was taken aback, he had taken.a guess where this conversation was going, and he did guess here. He just wasn't sure how to respond. "You do?"

"I'm such an idiot, cause I know you won't like me back. Ah, I shouldn't have done this, I'm sorry for bothering you I'll leave."

"Wait."

So you stopped, the only normal thing to do. Why did he ask me to late? He is gonna yell at me? Ah, I'm such an idiot.

"Y/n you're not an idiot." That was his way of telling you he liked you.

"H-huh, b-but."

Then he hugged you. Not a half assed hug but a real one. Silence fell between you two. You buried your face in his chest, only because you were as pink as a peach. It didn't make it better when he kissed you on the head. And it got even worse when he kissed you, on the lips this time. His body was pressed against yours and your lips locking. Well until Kaveh came home

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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.

[scholastic-dragon]

Flufftober Day 7: Movie Marathon

Donatello x Fem!reader

Am I projecting in this story....yes no

Is this my dream?... also yes no

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: nerds in love, turtle snuggles, the author is too obsessed with Star Wars, kissing and smootches, first 'I loves you', spelling mistakes,

Summary: you and Donnie binge watch Star Wars: Empire Strikes Back

"Donnie hurry up!"

"I'm getting the snacks you-"

"I'll start it without you!" You scream from his room, staring at your laptop, clicking it to the right streaming service.

You hear his footsteps barrel through the lair, throwing open his door, arms full of all the snacks you asked for.

He closed the door behind him, panting softly and bringing the cluster of snacks to his bed.

He wanted to be mad that you'd made him get all the snacks, made him undo his made bed, stolen his favorite Star Wars pajamas, and yelled at him to hurry up, but seeing you all snuggled up in his blankets dissolved any anger he felt.

Setting the snacks in the center of the bed, he crawled in, leaning against your side.

"What one are we on now?" He asked, pulling the comforter up.

"Empire Strikes Back," You glance at him, he'd been working so hard lately on new updates to the truck and having to add in a new tracking and security system to the lair, it stressed him out for weeks. Finally, he finished it all and Leo (along with Mikey and Raph) allowed Donnie to have the weekend off so he didn't have a brain meltdown.

He didn't have his mask or head gear on, he had soft sweatpants on and had all his normal gear piled up in the corner. He was relaxed, actually relaxed.

Glad to finally have him all to yourself for several days, you suggested the one thing you knew would keep him relaxed and in your arms.

Star Wars Movie Marathon.

"Love?" He snapped his fingers, jumping you slightly.

"What?" You'd been smiling and staring at him for that little bit too long.

"You kinda zoned out there," He laughed, licking his lips. "You back with me?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah," You laugh, getting on Disney+ and putting on the movie.

You and Donnie snuggled down into the bed, Donnie propped up with some pillows, you curled into his side with the laptop in his lap.

For the first part you sat in silence, absorbed into the movie, munching on snacks and sneaking kisses.

The movie reached its hour mark.

"This is my favorite part," You whisper, patting his chest.

It was when Princess Leia was helping fix the Milieuim Falcon and Han started talking with her. She hurt her finger and he gently took her hand and started to massage it to make her feel better.

"This part?" He murmurs into your hairline.

"Yeah, I'm a sucker for the 'you're trembling' trope, it's my biggest guilty pleasure," Your eyes never leave the screen, feeling your cheeks turn pink.

Donnie simply hummed in acknowledgment, rubbing the hand around you up and down along your spine.

The movie continues, Han commenting on how bad Leia was trembling before kissing her, then getting interrupted by C3PO.

"If we were ever working on something together, and I hurt my hand, I expect you to rub the pain away like Han did," You lift your chin, still resting against his chest. He glances down at you, lips curved into a soft smile.

"Should I also comment on how you're trembling?" An idea formed in Donnie's mind, he had to see what you would say.

"Yes, absolutely," You nod, giggling and looking back to the movie. Donnie didn't look away.

"And, obviously changing gender stereotypes, if I were to say I love you,"

"I would say, 'I know'" You laugh, making your voice deeper to mimic Han, completely oblivious to what Donnie actually was implying. "Obviously I would say it, it's the most iconic line from the Originals,"

"Say what?"

You looked up at him again, raising a brow. "I would say 'I know' like Han did,"

"What would you say 'I know' too?" Donnie had a mischievous smile on his face, hazel eyes bright, the movie reflecting in his glasses.

"I love you," You make a confused face, wondering what Donnie was getting at.

"I love you too," Donnie chuckles at your wide eyes, the now red flush on your cheeks.

You opened and closed your mouth several times, completely speechless. Donnie never made any of the moves in the relationship, he let you because he was terrified he'd overstep a boundary.

You'd asked him out. You initiated the first kiss. The first sleepover? Your idea. Where had this sudden confidence come from?

In the midst of your brain shutting down, the only thing you could stutter out was. "Really?"

He nods, taking off his glasses and setting them on his nightstand. Scootching down in bed he comes to eye level with you, pressing his forehead to yours.

"I do, I love you," He mumbles, kissing the tip of your nose.

"I love you too," You smile, cupping his scaled cheek and kissing him. His face was warm, he was clearly very flustered and hoping you'd react this way.

After a few more stolen kisses, you both turn back to the movie. Eating half the snacks and with Donnie's arms tightly around you, you started to lull to sleep.

"Tired, love?" Donnie chuckled, eating a chocolate pretzel.

"Mmmm-no," You slur, cheek pressed against his plastron. "Just closing my eyes,"

"You can't watch the movie with your eyes closed,"

"I've seen it a bunch, it's fine, I'm just gonna take a 30 minute nap,"

He laughs again, pressing three kisses to your forehead, eating his ridiculously loud pretzels and watching the movie.

Just before you dozed off into sleep, you tapped Donnie's chest. "I love you, baby, you're the Han Solo to my Princess Leia,"

Donnie hums, glad his green skin wouldn't let him turn bright red. He kissed the top of your head, nuzzling your hairline with his nose.

"I know,"

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[goblinmatriarch]

Flufftober Day 7

So for Flufftober, for reasons that I cannot articulate, I’m only doing fandoms I don’t generally write, by which I basically mean no drarry. I’m literally just scrolling through netflix and my bookshelves going, “uhhh what do I know well enough to write about real quick” which is how we ended up here, a solid 14 years after the show ended, and even 6 years since the sequel aired (what? no! surely it has not been 6 years?), with some Rory/Paris pre-slash.

Gilmore Girls

Paris had to drive out to that ridiculous little nowheresville town with the fantastical name, again, because Louise’s house was under renovation, again, which at this point Paris was pretty sure was code for illegal activity, and Madeline had entirely ignored all hints and outright demands to offer her house. Paris’s house was certainly not an option; the very thought of perfect little Rory Gilmore seeing Paris’s immaculate home was enough to set her teeth on edge.

And then, of course, when she got there, Rory’s mother was all warm and friendly and insisted on making Paris feel “right at home”, like that was something to aim for.

And then, Louise had called to say she couldn’t make it, and she hadn’t even had the decency to speak to Paris directly so Paris could berate her into coming after all. Instead, she’d left a message with Rory Gilmore’s irritating mother, who delivered it casually, like it wasn’t a massive betrayal.

Madeline hadn’t even bothered to call with an excuse.

So that left Paris and Rory to do the project alone, which was fine, of course; Paris could put together an A-worthy group project in her sleep. Having Rory involved wasn’t even a hindrance, the way Madeline and Louise were. She contributed a few decent ideas to Paris’s overall vision, and she could be trusted to deliver her assigned duties appropriately, with little oversight. Paris usually ended up writing Madeline’s and Louise’s contributions over again anyway.

But then that meant that she and Rory finished early, and while Paris had absolutely no desire to linger in Magical Starry Land or whatever, she had even less desire to go home early. What if her mother was still there? What if her mother tried to talk to her?

That’s the only reason Paris lingered at the door, of course. She drew out their conversation about History class for so long that Rory started looking concerned, like she thought Paris might have suffered a head injury or something. Paris was just about to leave, really she was, when Rory’s grinning harridan of a mother practically forced her to stay.

“Oh gosh,” Lorelai said, in the most obviously fake way imaginable, “I just remembered I’ve got that thing tonight, Rory, so I can’t do our movie marathon!” She affected a disbelieving expression that made her look like a gaping fish.

Rory glanced sidelong at Paris and uneasily asked, “What thing, Mom?”

Lorelai waved a dismissive hand and doubled down on the very apparent lie. “The thing, Rory, just a thing. So anyway, I can’t make it, but” – here she tried to look as though she had been struck by an idea, which was obviously an unfamiliar expression for her – “maybe you and Paris could do it instead!”

She turned to Paris, beaming, like this was something everyone could be thrilled about, rather than a fate worse than death.

“What do you think, Paris? Fancy Marilyn Monroe and cross-dressing?” Lorelai did a weird little jig and looked very pleased with herself.

Paris weighed her options. On the one hand, more time spent with the insufferable Rory Gilmore in her happy, whimsical home, watching films that were most likely terrible and eating cheap garbage. On the other, a solitary meal prepared by the family cook, maybe some time with her book on the Ottoman Empire, and then early to bed.

It would probably be rude to refuse.

“Sounds…lovely, Miss Gilmore.” In vengeance for being coerced into staying against her will, Paris made sure to imply with her tone that it would not be lovely, at all, and also to put the slightest emphasis on ‘Miss’.

Lorelai seemed entirely undeterred. Probably she hadn’t even noticed; she didn’t seem like a woman who picked up on nuanced snubs. “Great,” she basically shouted, even as Rory gave her a desperate, pleading look. “You two have so much fun!” She grabbed her coat and strode briskly past them to her car, then turned over her shoulder and shouted, “Rory, there’s money on the table for snacks and takeout. The movies are next to the tv.” She got into her car – a Jeep, for pete’s sake, was anything in their lives practical? – and before she pulled out of the drive, she beeped the horn twice and yelled, “Have fun, you two!” out the window.

And then she was gone.

Rory turned reluctantly on her heel to face Paris. “So…” she began.

“I don’t want to be here any more than you,” Paris snapped hastily.

Rory blinked, and then those big, wet, doe eyes of hers sharpened. “Well it’s my house, Paris, so I actually do want to be here, but if you want to leave, I’m not keeping you.”

Paris looked down at the ground, then set her jaw forcefully and peered up at Rory. “Fine,” she said, “but I’m choosing the movies.”

She stalked past Rory back into the house. From behind her, she heard a sarcastic, “Be my guest.” Or it was probably supposed to be sarcastic, but in Rory’s Disney princess voice it came out all sweet and welcoming.

***

Two hours later, Paris had to admit that Rory and her mother might be onto something. Some Like it Hot was actually really interesting; much less vapid than she’d expected. And twizzlers were a revelation. Paris reached for another one.

Rory’s eyes flicked over to her, then back to the screen where Marilyn Monroe was playing the ukulele. “Those make a decent straw, you know,” she told the screen.

Paris crossed her eyes to look at the twizzler currently in her mouth, then looked back at Rory, wide-eyed.

Rory looked over again, then burst out laughing. Paris bristled, but Rory was already apologising. “Sorry, sorry, it’s just, you look so…” she giggled again.

Probably all the sugar had gone to Paris’s head. That, or she was suffering some kind of contact witlessness – maybe the air in Shooting Star Fairysville carried an airborne virus that reduced critical thinking. There had to be some explanation for the fact that she crossed her eyes again and waggled her head so the twizzler wobbled absurdly in front of her face. 

Rory’s laugh was bright and surprised, and Paris’s whole body flushed with an awful hot, nauseous sort of feeling that she did not care for at all. She scowled and ripped the twizzler out of her mouth.

“We already have straws, Gilmore; why would we need to use candy?”

Rory was still laughing. “Whatever, Paris,” she said. “You weirdo.”

Paris was aghast, but before she could protest the accusation, Rory flopped backwards onto the couch, pressing their shoulders together. Paris went very still. 

She could shove Rory off, she supposed, but she was technically in Rory’s home. On Rory’s couch. Probably it would be rude. She kept her eyes fixed on the screen and tried to follow the plot, which somehow kept eluding her. The credits rolled, and she was still unsure if Jack Lemmon’s character was going to marry that rich guy or not.

Rory yawned and stretched, losing even more structural integrity and drooping further, so she was practically in Paris’s lap; was propriety not even a thing here in Hollow Heads Full of Stars Town?

“D’you wanna watch another?” she slurred sleepily. She blinked up at Paris, and her eyes were just so blue it was ridiculous. “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes is pretty good, and ‘Diamonds are a Girl’s Best Friend’ is iconic.”

Paris considered. Her parents would definitely be out for the evening by now. She could shake the dust of this podunk town off her shoes and be home in time for a book in her own bed.

Rory’s body was warm against hers. Paris couldn’t help noticing the way the light from the tv reflected off her eyes and mouth. 

“Fine,” she said, aiming for caustic and missing by a mile. “But I want more twizzlers.”

[curiouser--and--curiouser]

Flufftober Day 7 - Oh, What A Night

Javi Gutierrez x Reader

Flufftober Day 7: Movie Marathon

Summary: You and Javi attend the premiere of his latest movie.

Fluff, gender-neutral pronouns, gender-neutral terms of endearment (in both English and Spanish), Javi being adorable and in love.

Warnings: very brief swearing, smut references, Javi having anxiety and emotions, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 1.6k words

A/N: I completely forgot we were in October now so I'm getting to this a bit late! I felt obgligated to start with one of Pedro's characters (god, that man has a chokehold over me 😍) and where better to start than with this ball of absolute sunshine. Also, I wrote this more as a Movie Night than as a Movie Marathon, but oh well! Also also, Frankie Valli has been stuck in my head all day, hence the title! Taken from @flufftober's 2022 prompt list.

“Are you ready, darling?”

You reached your hand to place over the shaking one of your husband. Javi looked up, the soft caress of your hand on his breaking him from his train of thought. His rich brown eyes stared deeply into yours, but held such nervousness and vulnerability.

No wonder – this was one of the biggest nights of his life.

Tonight was the grand premiere of his second movie.

After the success of his and Nick Cage’s first film, a second was greenlit almost immediately with studios scrambling over each to get a piece of their next project. The boys set to work, spending countless days and nights gallivanting around Majorca, brainstorming the craziest ideas for their next adventure into Hollywood. And you got the joy of watching it all. Living with Javi was everything you could have dreamed of and seeing those two pitching crazier and crazier ideas to each other over the breakfast table was the cherry on top. Of course, some days were hard; finding the two of them passed out in a ditch from their LSD-fuelled escapades filled you with worry and anger, and not seeing Javi for weeks or maybe months on end when he was required in America and couldn’t bring you with him was more than your heart could bare. But seeing that little puppy dog of a man’s face light up when he eventually got home and back into your arms made it all worthwhile. And the phone sex wasn’t bad either…

Now everything was filmed, edited and prepared and tonight was the night when the first people ever would see the product of all their hard work. And you had the honour of being there too. You and Javi were pampered and dressed to the nines, currently sat in your fancy limousine which had just parked up at the premiere. Camera flashes bounced off the windows in dazzling displays and the roar of anticipation from the paparazzi slowly rose as they fought to see who had just arrived.

Javi’s anxiety was also rising, the stress and excitement etched clearly upon the contours of his face. You unbuckled your seatbelt with one hand, keeping the other firmly linked with his as you shifted into the centre seat of the car next to your husband. You hand came to hold his face, Javi leaning into your touch with a gentle smile.

“You’ve got this, baby. You’ve worked so hard, I’m sure it will be amazing. Tonight is your night. You deserve this.” You spoke to him so softly, all your care and attention focused upon him. You both stared into each other’s eyes, blocking out all the noise from outside; you were the only two people in the world right now. The most important to one another. Above all else. You could see the worry start to melt out of Javi’s face as he listened to your kind words. He brought your foreheads together, eyes closed in calm for a just a second. Only focused on you.

“I know. I know. Gracias, mi amor,” Javi whispered to you, holding you closer. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Javi,” you replied with a smile as your lips were brought together in a short, but tender kiss. You both pulled away, Javi collecting himself together and adjusting his tie.

“Alright, let’s do this.”

Javi pushed open the door of the car and you were both immediately blinded by a fury of flashes as the reporters gazed upon your husband. As you waited back as he got out of the car, you saw Javi gain an almost ethereal glow in the flashes of light; your own personal angel bathed in holy light.

Javi turned to you, a grin on his face, all the previous worry now replaced with exhilaration and glee. He offered a hand to you and helped you climb out of the limousine to stand next to him.

If your retinas weren’t already scorched, they certainly were now as you and Javi walked up the red carpet, posing for photos and greeting some fans who had lined up outside the cinema for a glimpse of your husband. Javi’s arm stayed firmly hugged around you as your made your way up through the hordes of screaming photographers. You couldn’t wait for tomorrow when you would find one photo in particular from the event: Javi’s arm around your waist and lips pressed against your cheek in a kiss and you blushing at his public display of love and affection for you. The golden couple. Whispers of jokes about your situation or about people you could see around you passed between the two of you as you posed, both of you having to bite your lips to not be seen belly laughing in the middle of a Hollywood red carpet.

“God, mi ángel, you look so beautiful,” Javi purred into your ear, lust licking his words like a flame. Red flushed across your cheeks at his complement. You pushed your lips together with forceful desire and the crowd went wild. Javi quietly moaned against your lips, rapid shutter clicks from the press around you masking the sound from unwanted ears. It took all your willpower to pull away before the two of you ended up making out like teenagers in front of the whole world. You and Javi returned to modelling for photos, now with light blushes and knowing smirks on your faces.

The second man of the hour eventually presented himself to the crowd as Nick Cage made his way up the red carpet after you. He greeted you both – Javi with a bear hug and you with a hug and an elegant kiss in your hand. You moved off to the side as the writing duo posed together for the cameras and you smiled with so much adoration at the sight of the love of your life living his best life. Damn, he looks good in a suit. That tousled hair. That million dollar smile. That just-too-tight tuxedo. Good lord…

Your thoughts had to be quickly pushed aside as Javi joined you again as you and the rest of the cast and crew made your way into the cinema for the premiere. Attendants guided you to your front row seats and Javi’s hand immediately found yours again as soon as you sat down.

“I can’t wait for you to see this, amor,” Javi said with excitement. You were his rock, his judgement and his guiding light; your opinion was the most important of all he would hear tonight.

“I can’t wait to see it either,” you said with a smile. “Do you think you can cast me in your next movie? I could get used to this life. This is the fanciest movie night we’ve ever had!” Javi laughed as you settled into your plush seat, moments away from wanting to curl up with your husband under a warm blanket with popcorn like how you would usually do at home during a movie marathon.

“Absolutely, mi vida,” Javi chuckled. “I’ll write the part especially for you – the star of the show. Ooo, you could play Nick’s crime fighting partner and take down all the bad guys all by yourself!” It was now your time to chuckle back at his adorable little mind running away with him. So fucking cute. You could listen to Javi ramble on about his interests forever – the way his eyes lit up when he spoke, the way his whole body moved animatedly as he explained why he loved such a little hyper-specific part of the film he had just watched, the way his curls bounced about as he tried to singlehandedly act out a fight scene for you with more spark than an Energizer bunny. It was… gorgeous. But you were hardly alone in your wonder: Javi could listen to you talk about your own loves for hours, just gazing up at you with so much love in his eyes. He was absolutely obsessed with you.

Javi continued to babble on until the lights in the cinema eventually went down and you settled into the movie. Swirling colours covered the screen as all the hard work and effort of Javi and Nick was seen on screen for the first time. And what a result it was. Staring up at the screen, you could see so much of your husband in the movie: his sense of humour in the dialogue, his insecurities in the characters, his love of cinema in ever inch of the screen. The pure honesty on show astounded you as you found yourself stealing looks and smiles with Javi as you saw his fingerprints all over the story.

Eventually, the final fanfare sounded and the credits rolled. Rapturous applause filled the room as the audience raved and roared for the film. Everyone took to their feet in a standing ovation as Javi and Nick took a bow, a sheepish smile of pride on your husband’s face. The men shared a celebratory hug until Javi returned to your side.

“So…” Javi asked shyly. “What did you think?” Those nerves were back as he waited with baited breath for what you had to say.

“It was amazing, Javi!” You basically shouted at him as you attacked him in a massive hug.

“Really?” Javi replied, almost in disbelief.

“Yes! Really. You’ve done so well, honey. I’m so proud of you.” Cupping his face, you brought your lips together in a celebratory kiss. Javi grasped onto your hips with so much force, hugging onto you with everything he had. He dipped you slightly as your soft lips caressed each other’s with a sigh. Pulling away, tears of relief rolled down Javi’s cheeks as pure emotion filled his heart.

“Thank you. I love you so much.” You reached up to brush away his tears as Javi spoke so with so much desperate passion.

“I love you too, Javi.”

Your lips pressed together again, now left almost completely alone in the cinema as the audience departed. You both just stood there, hanging onto each other, surrounded entirely by the love you shared.

[cosmic-hoboandthehighlander]

Prompt Day 7: porch swing

Fandom: Bob’s Burgers

Ship: Tedmort (Teddy/Mort)

Rating/Length: 3,409; T

Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, mostly fluff but some angst, dad!mort, divorced!mort, Using minor characters to my advantage, pov porch swing, Sentient porch swing?, nah it’s not actually, It’s weird just go with it, Flufftober 2023, Flufftober, porch swing, children of divorce, absent mothers

Summary: The porch swing was more than just a porch swing. It was as much a part of the family as any of them were; it had seen just about everything in its long life. If it could talk, it would have its own set of secrets to tell.

Teddy and Mort’s life told from the point of view of their porch swing

Day seven of flufftober 2023: porch swing

Authors note: I know it’s weird, just give it a try. I kinda like it, wish I’d had more time to fine tune and really flesh it out but hey, this is how I’ve decided to do flufftober — it’s a personal challenge; no beta, no heavy edits, and allowing myself to feel comfortable to practice what I love to do and post without the stress of having to be perfect.

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[yarn-dragon]

Flufftober Day 7! A look at how the Arc 3 party spends their time in the afterlife

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[fanfictasia]

Flufftober Day 7

Movie Marathon

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Shadows of Tomorrow

There’s no place appropriate for snuggle piles here, so they all opt to settle on the floor of his former office.

“Does anyone wanna see a holofilm of the Clone Wars?” Leia asks. Why is there a mischievous note in her voice?

“The Clone Wars?” Luke yelps, jolting upright, “Of course, I do! I’ve never seen one before. They don’t have those on Tatooine, but the pilots talk about them all the time.”

“What kind of holofilm?” Rex asks dubiously.

“Because I don’t much care to see a documentary of it,” Ahsoka agrees, “We could just tell you stories, if that’s what you want.”

“Well… it’s technically a movie of it,” she replies.

Suddenly, Marr has a very bad feeling about this. “Don’t tell me it’s that one Vizma liked watching with Ezra and Sabine.”

Leia grins. “She told me about it.”

“What?” Anakin asks warily.

“Trust me, you don’t want to see it!” Thanks to how famous Anakin and Obi-Wan were, they had to deal with constant attention from the holonet. Most of the time, Marr never even bothered to look at it, but he knows there were times people made beyond stupid movies of them. It’s just a thing when you’re a… celebrity. Or hated, depending on the person’s view of Jedi.

“What was it of?” Obi-Wan asks.

“I never heard all of it, but enough to know it was stupid.”

“That’s the point,” Leia interjects.

“They made a joke out of the war?” Rex demands. He does not sound happy.

“Well… not quite like that.”

“Now this, I want to see,” Ahsoka decides.

“Me too,” agrees Luke, “I never saw any holofilms on Tatooine.”

Marr looks almost desperately to Anakin and Obi-Wan. “You can’t be seriously agreeing to this.”

“If Leia desires it,” Anakin replies, and Marr groans.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” Obi-Wan decides, though he sounds amused.

[conjuringmischief]

@flufftober day 7 - Movie Marathon

Pairing: Ed/Stede but mostly gen

Word Count: 2300

Warnings: Alcohol

Summery: Stede and Ed host a movie night. Modern AU

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Flufftober Day 7 | Swinging together

Pairing | Husband!Tony Stark x Pregnant!Wife!Female!Reader

Word count | 1.8K

Summary | You have always dreamt of having a porch swing on your porch, and now that you and Tony are moving into your new house, this is the perfect opportunity. He will do everything he can to build it before your baby boy arrives and make your little family complete.

Warning(s) | None.

Prompt(s) | 7. Porch swing | @flufftober 2023

A/n | This one shot is written for day 7 of Flufftober 2023. I will add the missing days as I go with this challenge, but for now I hope you will enjoy this as much as I did when writing it! 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🧡

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It has been almost a year since you and Tony both retired from being an Avenger, though Tony occasionally goes back to help plan long missions when necessary. It happened more initially, but the day you and Tony found out you were pregnant, he went less and less.

Now you're sitting sideways on the couch on a warm spring day, your feet lying in Tony's lap as he's giving your feet a well-deserved massage, if you say so yourself.

''I think I have an idea what I want to put on the porch of our new house,'' you tell him, and Tony looks at you expectantly while he keeps rubbing your feet.

''And what would that idea be, Gorgeous?'' Tony asks.

''I have always wanted a beautiful porch swing in front of my house to sit and watch life go on in front of us, and when our little boy is here, I would love to sit with him on the swing while I talk about us,'' you say, a dopey grin forming on your face at the thought.

Tony thinks about it for a bit, and after a few minutes, he gives you the biggest smile. ''We can do that for our Munchkin and his amazing Mom, too.''

But before he could get started, the three of you needed to move into the new house first, and all the Avengers had agreed to help the two of you out on moving day a few weeks later.

You can only do a little to help, but they don't mind. Everyone thinks taking care of yourself, and the baby is more important than putting unnecessary strain on either of you.

You've opted to wear a maternity dress that shows off your growing belly since it will be a warm spring day again. Your hair is pulled into a loose ponytail, and you're not wearing make-up, instead opting to accessorize with your glasses.

As soon as the Avengers arrive, they all flock to you, as they don't see you as often now. ''You're glowing!'' ''The baby is growing so fast,'' and ''I can't believe you're this far along already,'' are only a few comments they let loose on you.

''Could you leave my wife alone long enough to get some moving done? I want to be done by the end of the day, not the next week!'' Tony jokes dryly, and they immediately get to work by loading every piece of furniture and all boxes into the trucks they've brought, and before you know it, your entire house is packed into a few trucks.

''Can you come inside with me for just a minute?'' you ask Tony, the others waiting patiently until you're ready. It's already past dinner time, but they'd stay all night if it's what you need.

''O'course,'' he says, and you grab his hand, leading him inside, walking into the house through your front door for one last time.

''I just need a few more minutes with just the three of us together in our old house to say goodbye to all our wonderful memories,'' you say as tears form in the corners of your eyes.

Tony pulls you into a soft hug, careful not to press too hard against your stomach, and you can't help but let the tears flow freely as you think back to all the beautiful memories.

All the anniversaries you've shared, the happy moments, the sad ones, and everything in between, from coming home after an extended mission to coming home after a night of drinking and partying.

This house has seen it all, but now you're leaving it behind to start a life in your new home accommodating your growing family. ''I can't believe we're leaving it all behind,'' you sniffle against Tony's chest, and he's shedding some of his own.

''I love you, Gorgeous.'' ''I love you too, Tony.''

After your tearful goodbyes, you walked out the door before leaving the keys inside, officially never returning to where you called home. Now you're getting ready for the new chapter in your life, in your new house.

The entire group of Avengers enveloped you in a group hug, letting you both know how much they love you.

''Right, time to get moving!'' you say before the group lets go with a lot of laughter.

Before you know it, Tony is behind the wheel of your car (his fancy cars were already at the new house), and you're sleeping in the car's passenger seat.

The other Avengers are paired in equal numbers over the other trucks, so they can switch if needed, but everyone decides to drive in one straight line to the new house. And this entire time, Tony's hand has rarely left your thigh, stroking it gently while your hands are protecting your belly.

The fact that you're moving to an entirely different state doesn't bother anyone, as they're happy to be along for the ride, but at some point, Tony decides to make a stop. Even though you're asleep, he wants to make a restroom stop just for you and others when necessary.

''Gorgeous?'' he nudges you awake gently, and with a snort, you wake up, earning a soft laugh from your husband.

''We're stopping for a toilet break; we're just over halfway there now,'' he says, pointing to a 24-hour diner, all the other Avengers already waiting outside for the two of you.

''Thank you,'' you say, followed by a small yawn as Tony gets up and over to your side of the door, ready to help you get up since that's not as easy as it used to be.

When you're standing, all of you go inside, and you, Nat, and Wanda go to the toilet while the men sit down and order food because they're starving.

The girls were done pretty quickly, but even with a baby pushing on your bladder, it was still a little shy; you don't particularly like using the toilet in places you're not familiar with yet, but after a few minutes, it finally worked.

''Sorry for that, shy bladder,'' you said with a shrug before washing your hands, but they don't mind. When you all return, Bucky stands up so you can slide into the booth next to Tony.

After a small peck on the lips, you sit comfortably, your back resting against the padded leather behind you, your hands on your stomach again, which is where they usually are nowadays.

''I got you some pancakes with extra maple syrup,'' Tony says, and you happily thank him since that's precisely what you've been craving. It's almost as if he's read your mind.

After the food has arrived and it's all gone, everyone continues the journey, but this time, you're taking your place in the backseat of your car, where you can lie down relatively comfortably for the rest of the drive.

Once you're there, Steve and Bucky get the bed out of the trucks and set up in the bedroom, which is done effortlessly between them.

''Gorgeous? Are you ready to get up and sleep in an actual bed? Steve and Bucky put it together for you already, so you can continue sleeping there; you're going to need it,'' Tony asks, and you sleepily nod.

''G'night everyone,'' you say, followed by another yawn and a small wave.

''I kept some of your pajamas, underwear, and clean clothes in a separate bag so we don't have to overhaul everything right now,'' Tony says as he walks you upstairs, the rest of the Avengers loading stuff out of the trucks and putting them in their respective places.

That night, you sleep like a log while everyone works as fast as possible to ensure everything is perfect with the little one on his way, at which they succeeded perfectly.

Over the two and a half months following the move, Tony has been constantly working on a brand new porch swing, and it's finally done. You're watching him as he puts the finishing touches on it.

It's a cooler day today, so you're wearing a comfortable outfit, especially now that the baby can come anytime. And it is almost as if the baby knew the swing would be done because you're actually going into labor later that day.

''T-Tony? We need to go to the hospital,'' you say with a strained voice, and within an instant, he's by your side and ready to go to have your son. The hospital bag is packed and ready to go, so you're out the door quickly.

Once you arrive in the hospital, you're immediately taken to the delivery ward, where you'll spend the next 12 hours in labor; your son decided to take his time to come out. Once he is finally here, you can't help but cry happy tears, mainly because he's a carbon copy of his Dad.

''Shall we call everyone?'' you ask, and you decide to FaceTime Bucky since he usually picks up his phone right away. You're holding your beautiful son in your arms, and Tony sits beside you on the bed.

Your iPad is placed on a table that hovers over your legs. It doesn't take long for him to pick up, and a happy face greets you.

''Hi, doll! How is-'' is all he says before he sees your son, and he can't help but run to the others before saying anything else.

''Guys, guys! Look!'' he says, and one by one, you see everyone passing by and congratulating you on the birth of your beautiful baby boy.

''We're so happy for you; we can't wait to meet the little fella in real life,'' Bucky says as he grabs his phone again, turning it sideways so you can see everyone.

''Can we guys tell you his name? Because we're excited to share it after keeping it a secret for so long,'' you say, and everyone is instantly excited.

''His name,'' Tony starts, ''Is Edward Howard Stark. Named after both Dad and Granddad,'' he says; you can practically see everyone melting when they hear it.

After a few more congratulations and promises to see each other again soon, they hang up, and you're left to bask in the enjoyment that is the little bundle of joy in your arms.

''He's beautiful, just like you,'' you tell Tony, and he captures your lips in a soft, sweet kiss that makes you crave more of the same, just like each of his kisses has done all these years.

The next day, you're all allowed to go home, and the first thing you do when you're back is take your place on the porch swing with Edward and Tony.

''This will be the first of many more times we'll be swinging together, Munchkin,'' you say to Edward, and Tony wholeheartedly agrees. Life was already great, but now it is perfect.

[dailyreverie]

Make this feel like home

A/N: What is it about Santiago Garcia that makes me think of the most domestic scenarios? jesus christ the way I made myself yearn with this one.... Anyway... hope y'all like it!

@flufftober - Day 7 Porch swing

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x reader

Word count: 723 words

CW: ...is domestic Santi a content warning?

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You could watch Santiago setting up a swing all day. You had the perfect view of him from the living room, big arms and backwards cap, drill in one hand and a nail between his lips, all too distracting to focus on your reading. And sure, the view was great, but the thought of him being there, finally at home and not chasing people anymore, it wasn't just about the swing, but it was about the future you were building together.

It was Santi settling down, choosing himself over the life-threatening job that kept running him down to the ground; it was choosing you, who kept waiting years and years for him to get to your arms and start the rest of your lives together, and now that you had him there, you were sure you were never letting him go.

Hanging a swing could have been your idea, but Santi had been on board since the first minute, claiming the task of hanging in over your porch. An hour had passed since you last heard his frustrated grunt, and the only sound now was the soft rustling of leaves in the afternoon breeze. You couldn't help but wonder if Santiago had finished or if the chair had defeated him, sending him crashing to the ground.

Curiosity got the better of you and you headed outside only to be greeted by the sight of the perfectly hung swing overlooking your once-green backyard, now slowly turning a warm shade of yellow. Santiago sat on the swing, his head tilted back and his eyes closed. You knew he was awake when you noticed the gentle sway of his legs, rocking the hanging chair back and forth.

Without a word, you settled down beside him, the swing a perfect fit for just the two of you. Santiago's arm found its way around your waist effortlessly, and you snuggled closer, draping your legs across his lap.

“It looks great,” Your compliment came with a soft care of your fingertips against his tummy, pulling a quiet chuckle out of him.

“Good,” You heard the exhaustion in his voice, yet it was still accompanied by a smile. “It was a pain in the ass.”

 “I could hear that.” You joined his soft laughter, reaching up to kiss his cheek. “Thanks, Santi.”

“Nothing to thank, mi amor,” He assured you with a kiss against your temple, meeting your eyes for a brief moment of quiet smiles. The world outside your little balcony seemed to slow down, and all that mattered was this moment - the two of you, wrapped in each other's arms.

You stayed quiet for a moment. In those minutes you were sure Santi was falling in and out of sleep, the warmth of your body being the last thing he needed to be completely comfortable to do so.

The late afternoon sun began to turn your white porch golden and the air was getting colder by the second, but the gentle sway of the swing along with Santi’s warm arms, created a cocoon of comfort that was too inviting to walk away from. As you looked out over the yard you couldn't help but smile at the thought of this being your home: the garden, the sunset, Santi and your balcony. It was a scene straight out of your wildest dreams.

Santi's voice broke you out of your peaceful daydream, surprising you as he spoke of a gazebo. He pointed to a corner of the yard, his eyes filled with excitement. "Over there, a small gazebo with a fire pit, maybe with some fairy lights."

You couldn't help but tease him, given his earlier struggle with the swing. "You could barely hang a swing, baby."

"I could bring the guys to help!" Santiago's enthusiasm was infectious, and you found yourself leaning in to kiss his cheek once more.

“Then a gazebo it is.” His fingers poked your skin at the sound of your mocking tone, making you both laugh.

Santiago's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "I'll make it happen, and we’ll see who laughs then.”

You chuckled, knowing that Santiago's determination would see the project through. "I have no doubt about it, Santi."

As the day turned into evening, you both stayed on the swing, enjoying the gentle rocking motion and each other's company in your own little sanctuary.

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I decided to go with one of the alternate prompts for day 7 of @flufftober! (Wearing each others clothes)

Happy Buddy Daddies Friday! ❤️💙

[littleseasiren]

Porch Swing

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Tiny bit of angst then fluff

Words: Approximately 550 words

A/N: Flufftober Day 7 Prompt: Porch Swing Thanks @flufftober for this challenge. Photo credit: 123RF Photos. Please let me know if you want to be added or removed from my tag list. Thanks for reading!

Bucky and Steve were away on a mission. They'd been on hundreds of them, but every time you still worried for the man you love. He was supposed to have been home hours ago. Not only was he late, but he wasn't answering his phone. You were anxiously waiting for him on the porch swing, unable to stop the tears from falling onto your lap as your mind came up with different scenarios for him not contacting you. Every single one of them is bad. Tony was busy trying to locate them, but no one was able to pinpoint their location.

Hours passed, worry gnawing at your insides. Your eyes were puffy from crying, the wind blowing through the porch cooling the tears on your face.

You gasped in fear as you heard movement around the corner. Usually, you wouldn't fear anything, knowing Bucky would always keep you safe, but he wasn't here now. The soft shuffle of tired feet was your first indication someone was walking towards you. The moment Bucky came into view, you were on him, jumping from the porch swing, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him as close as possible.

"Bucky, what happened? We were all so worried about you." You couldn't stop sniffling, wiping your tears in relief.

"I'm sorry, doll. The mission took a turn for the worse. They even shot my phone - so I couldn't call you. Steve's at the tower now, trying to sort out the mess we left. I just had to see you first. I knew you'd be worried about me."

You were just so happy that he was home safe. "I was terrified that something happened to you," you admit before you take a deep breath. "Come on, Bucky. Let's go inside and check your injuries. I'll grab the first aid kit."

It had become your routine, waiting for him on the porch swing when he was due home, forcing him into the shower and then wrapping up his injuries. You knew he was a super soldier and that he would heal faster than normal, but the routine gave you an outlet for your worries, so Bucky always followed you.

"I'm all right, doll." He grabs you and gives you a quick kiss. "Let's sit on the porch swing for a few minutes first. I want to hold you. Just a few minutes, then you can join me in the shower and check my entire body for wounds," he chuckles as he sits down and pulls you onto the porch swing, his signature smirk making you relax - just a little bit. "You know, every time I go on a mission, my goal is simple: stop the bad guys and get back home to you. You get me through every mission." He moves a piece of your hair behind your ear, rubbing your cheek with his thumb before he continues, "You give me strength when all hope is gone. I've never thanked you for that. For being my girl and giving me a home to return to."

"Always, Bucky. As long as you come home, I'll be waiting." 

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@flufftober Day 7: Porch Swing

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) Word Count: 386 Rating: T | cw: Weed Smoking

More of this AU (no prior reading required, just here if you're curious)

"I wish we had a porch swing."

Steve turns his head, craning his neck to look up at Eddie from where he is nestled against him. His partner puffs out a cloud of smoke as he looks up at the sky. At least as much of it as he can see between their building, the next and the fire escape they are currently lounging on.

The afternoon is warm for late fall and the city is rather quiet too considering it's a Wednesday. But it is a rare moment of quiet between the two of them. One that Steve is trying not to feel guilty about.

It happened purely by accident, anyway. Or at least, that's what he keeps reminding himself.

He had forgotten the school's science fair had been scheduled for an afternoon this semester, so there wasn't a soul booked in to see him – or anyone in the administrative building, for that matter. Meanwhile, Eddie arrived home early after a band cancelled their in-studio appearance at the station at the last minute.

Eddie holds out the joint they have been sharing as soon as Steve catches his eye.

"Eds, we don't even have a porch," Steve chuckles, gesturing to their metal surroundings before taking the joint.

Eddie wiggles around and Steve braces his hand on the railing.

"But we could have one," Eddie bargains, going all wide-eyed.

Steve quirks a brow, "How?"

Eddie shrugs, sticking out his bottom lip as he goes all pouty and far too innocent.

"Eddie…"

" – Oh pish-posh, Stevie! You know what I'm thinking, don't pretend!"

Steve grumbles. Or at least, he pretends to. Moving back to Hawkins is a topic they talk about from time to time. A conversation that has picked up steam a little more recently as Joanie approaches school age.

The problem is: their jobs.

"How did a white picket fence and a gaggle of children turn into my dream, anyway?" Eddie wonders aloud, cutting off Steve's increasingly hazy over-thinking.

Before Eddie can jostle them any more, Steve shimmies upright, turns and smacks a big, fat wet kiss on his partner's cheek.

"Because you're a big ol' sap!" he teases as Eddie splutters away, "Moreso than me, it turns out."

"Nope!" Eddie frowns, rubbing at his cheek with mock disgust, "Same amount of sap."

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Porch swing

flufftober day 7!!! zelda and hilda, the lesbians ever. thank you.