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thatlocalgermanpunk · 9 months

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FLUFFY FEBRUARY 2023 DAY 24 BUBBLY @fluffyfebruary

The moment their lips met it became Lance's best first kiss. This kiss was truly what all first kisses were meant to be, short, sweet and innocent. Lance had never felt joy bubble up and pop against the insides of his stomach quite like this with anyone before Keith.

SUMMARY: Keith takes Lance on a abnormal yet wonderful fourth date.

Lance questioned for a second how he managed to get himself here, Keith's puckered lips coming closer and closer, until… Wow.

Keith’s hand holding his. Lance’s other hand in Keith’s soft as a kitten mullet. Lance leaned more over the center console keeping them apart to get closer and in the process creating a more natural and pleasing angle.

Keith's lips we chapped from all the time he had spent out in the hot, salty, ocean air. Lance could taste lingering watermelon juice from earlier on their date on Keith's lips.

It had run down both their arms and chins as they sat on the beach getting to know one another. They had held one another's sticky, sweaty hands and ran into the ocean together. Neither of them let go until they reached the sea. The two of them had managed to wash most of the juice off their skins in the ocean.

Here they were, as strange as it is. Inside an automated car wash. They were at the phase of the automated car wash where the soap sprayer was rotating around them coating the car in rainbow bubbles. The hum of the machines surrounded them blocking out the sounds of cars and the ocean. The foam obscured the windows turning Keith's car into the couple's own little private bubble. The car’s air conditioning contrasted with the warm environment the two of them had created.

They pulled apart their noses brushing, after what must have been only around 15 seconds.

Keith was looking at him, his normally pale face tinged pink. His gaze flicked away shyly when they made eye contact. Still holding hands, Lance cleared his throat loudly and turned to watch the water glide over the car washing away the bubbles.

Eventually the machines made a final clunk and the blow dry sequence started up in front of them. From the passenger seat Lance saw the light turn from stop to go. Giving Lance's hand one final squeeze, Keith reluctantly removed his hand from Lance’s to slowly pull out of the car wash.

The air from the blow drier blasting them was unneeded as they drove out into the gas station parking lot. The temperature was record high for the area. So high that this morning Lance couldn't open his front door because the sealant in the doorframe melted the door and the door frame together the previous day. It had cooled and rehardened overnight. He had to defenestrate himself through a downstairs window to be able to get out of the house that morning. His lanky body perfect for the task. At the time he had been desperate to arrive on time for their date so as not to give a bad impression.

The menacing splotch of crusty, dried, seagull poop that had previously covered a decently sized portion of the windshield was gone. Keith noticed the spot Lance was staring at.

“Third car wash this week.” Keith stated solemnly, breaking their bubble of awkward silence.

“Well, we live in a beachside town and statistically birds do prefer to poop on red cars.” “Damn, So I unknowingly made myself a target when I bought this car?” Keith exclaimed, horrified. Laughter bubbled out of Lance at Keith’s realization.

“This is why blue cars are superior." Lance supplied. Keith snorted. "Sorry to break your bubble Lance, but your saab that keeps breaking down is not superior." "Everyone seems to hate that car but me, the person that actually loves and drives it." "Lance, tell me, have you ever actually taken a ride in the back seat?" "No?" "Well as someone who has been I can tell you there is 0 leg space. There's a reason why you don't see people driving saabs very often, you know. Because when you do see them they are normally broken down on the side of the road." Keith lectured, his tone playfull. Lance huffed, amused, knowing that Keith was right.

Trying not to acknowledge the sense in Keith's point, Lance changed the subject by asking, "Where to next?"

#lance vld #vld keith #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender #fluffy february prompts #fluffbruary #fluffy february #fluff #klance

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monthly-challenge · 4 months

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Hello Friends! Welcome to my first Monthly Prompt Challenge!

How To Participate:

Reblog this post to get the word out!

Create your own Gifset, Fanart, Fanfiction, etc!

Tag your post as #februfluff2024

Caption your work with: @monthly-challenge 2024 | *insert prompt*

Rules and Guidelines

There is one prompt for each day of February but feel free to do as many or as few as you want!

Make your own creations!

Absolutely No NSFW content!

Whump and angst are acceptable and encouraged but please no gore!

Tag me! I want to see what you have created! As long as I am comfortable with what you have created, I want to share it to this blog!

If you have questions, don’t hesitate to reach out!!!

Other Things To Keep In Mind

You do not have to do every prompt in order to participate!

The choice of fandom is up to you!

If you are a few days late on a prompt, it’s okay! As long as you tag me and the post appropriately, I’d still love to see it!

#fluffy prompts #prompts #gif prompts #writing prompt #art prompts #February 2024 #February #gif post #gif #gif makers #artist #fanart #fic writer #fic writing #fanfic #fanfiction #februfluff2024 #februfluff

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ishkabibblethings · 3 months

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Fluffy February #2- Eavesdropping

Suits / Marvey / Rated T

“Of course it’s bigger than mine- have you seen the man?” Mike had Jenny on a video chat while he was cooking dinner. Harvey was at his desk in the study and could just nearly make out the conversation from the kitchen. It had been mostly white noise until now.

“Oh that must be heaven,” Jenny sighed.

“I mean, it could be featured in a magazine or something,” Mike continued. Harvey may have rolled his desk chair closer to the door. He may also have slowly opened it a bit further. “It probably should be. It’s impressive and he’s weirdly proud of it.”

“I seriously need to come see it sometime!” At Jenny’s suggestion, Harvey’s jaw dropped.

“We could probably work that out. Pictures definitely don’t do it justice, but– no touching. I’m serious.” Harvey frowned and tried to recall any conversation that could have led to this one. His mind already started formulating gentle ways to signal his disinterest when Mike laughed and continued. “I’m barely allowed access as it is.” What did he just say?

Well that was unacceptable. Harvey took a breath, straightened his shirt, and loudly opened the study door, hoping to disabuse Mike of the notion that his access was in any way limited. Mike caught his eye and smiled fondly before making a quick goodbye to Jenny and ending the call.

“Was that Jenny?” Harvey came up behind Mike at the counter, wrapped a hand around Mike’s waist, and grabbed his wine glass with the other.

“Yeah. She’s moving into a bigger place. It's been really stressful dealing with the contractors I guess and she was sort of hoping I could show her your closet since I talked it up so much last ti– Harvey what’s so funny? Don’t spill the wine!” @fluffyfebruary

#marvey #suits usa #fluff prompts #fluffy february

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homerjacksons · 3 months

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Fluffy February - @fluffyfebruary Day 13: Splurge Word count: 386 Fandom: Ripper Street Pairing: Homer Jackson/Edmund Reid AO3

“You can open your eyes now,” Reid whispered against Jackson’s ear, removing his hands from in front of Jackson's face.

He opened his eyes and laughed, turning to face Reid. “You did this for me?”

Reid nodded, looking half pleased, half embarrassed as his cheeks tinged pink, and Jackson couldn’t help but steal a kiss then and there, smiling against Reid’s lips.

“You’re amazing.”

Reid’s blush deepened at the compliment and he glanced away, wringing his hands. “Well, it’s not as though it was all my doing. I just—“

“Convinced Scotland Yard to fund the most intricate morgue in London?”

“Well,” Reid rubbed the back of his neck, still so adorably torn between flustered and pleased. “Yes.”

“For me?”

“My best surgeon deserves to have the best tools at his disposal.”

“That all I am to you?” Jackson asked, keeping his voice pointedly light and teasing in case Reid thought he was offended. “Just a surgeon?”

“No,” Reid said quickly, drawing Jackson into his arms to press a kiss to his forehead. “No, you are much, much more.”

Jackson hummed happily, leaning back to catch Reid’s eyes. “And you put your own money into this too?”

Reid nodded, eyes darting across Jackson’s face like he was worried of something, though for the life of him, Jackson couldn’t work out what.

“Stop worrying.”

“You truly like it?”

“Reid, it’s the best damn thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

Reid scoffed, as though the very idea was ridiculous, and Jackson reached up to cup Reid’s cheek tenderly.

“I mean it. No one’s ever cared for me the way you do. No one’s ever made the effort to let me know they actually give a damn if I stay or go. No one’s ever gone out of their way to make me happy, make me comfortable. You—“ he broke off, having to clear the lump of emotion rising in his throat before continuing. “You’re one of a kind, Inspector Reid.”

Reid’s lips twitched in a small smile, and in response, he simply kissed Jackson, soft and tender and so full of love that Jackson’s heart felt fit to burst with it.

“I pushed you away for far too long to not make my intentions clear now,” Reid said softly. “No more wasted time.”

“No more wasted time,” he agreed.

#ripper street #edmund reid #homer jackson #jackmund #fanfiction #my writing #fluffy february #this is the shortest one yet I think lol #idk i struggled with this prompt so much i nearly didn't bother

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yuly · 1 year

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Fluffy February Day 24: Candle

Aaron Hotchner x female reader

cw: mentions of grief and loss, childhood memories

-> In which Aaron takes it upon himself to keep the memory of your grandmother alive

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

You've told Aaron countless times about the candle that reminds you of your grandmother and brings back the sweetest childhood memories. He listens attentively as you lay your head in his lap and describe how she would always light that candle whenever you came to visit, declaring it was a sweet scent fit for a sweet girl. The scent translated into a warm sense of comfort and serenity for you growing up. You’ve spent a good chunk of your adult life looking for something similar, but nothing comes close.

The end of February has always been difficult for you as it marks the birthday you and your late grandmother share. You enjoy talking about her, and sharing those memories makes you feel closer to her.

“Describe it for me,” he says softly. Your eyes light up as you rave about the creamy, fresh-scented candle that once was. Aaron always indulges you no matter how repetitive it may be, he knows how much it means to you. Each time you tell the story, it's like his first time hearing it.

After wrapping up a case in Denver, he stays back to stop by one of the most renowned candle-making facilities in the country. He spends three hours carefully selecting scents and crafting the candle to perfection, hoping it comes close to the original.

When you come home the next day, ready to hop into the shower, you stop dead in your tracks as the soft smell of gardenia and sandalwood transports you back to your grandmother's home. Suddenly, you’re a child again, tugging on her apron, begging for more raw cookie batter to snack on.

You immediately burst into tears, unable to move from the front door.

“Hey, what’s wrong, Angel?” he pulls you in for a tender hug and sets your bag down.

“Aaron h-how did you,” you hiccup between tears, overcome with emotion.

His shoulders visibly slump forward as he gently thumbs your tears away. “I had the candle remade according to your memories, I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m-”

You interrupt him with a sweet kiss.

“I can’t believe you, Aaron, it's perfect, it's perfect.”

His dedication and undying love will never cease to amaze you.

#doctorstethsfluffyfeb #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x female reader #fluffy february #writer prompts #doctorsteths fluffy feb

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green-fifteen · 1 year

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Day 6: Stretch

Fandom: Supernatural

Relationship: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Word count: 2,988

written for @fluffyfebruary

read on ao3 instead

Dean’s boyfriend is an angel. Probably lots of people say that, but when Dean says it, it’s actually true.

Castiel is the whole package: wings, good looks, asshole parents, you name it. Dean asked him if he kept a halo lying around and he’d just never seen it, but Cas told him that those 14th century paintings were rotting his brain. Well, he didn’t say it like that, but that was the gist. He even has a special, terrible, otherworldy form that he won’t show to Dean.

“I do not want your brain to leak from your eyes,” he’d said, but Dean thinks he’ll wear him down eventually.

Despite being an actual angel, Castiel is getting the hang of living with humans pretty well. Dean worked very hard to socialize him and teach him all the right vocabulary. There are still hiccups, but they’re working on those as they come up.

Like, the other week Cas had gone with Dean to buy groceries. While he was in another section, Cas had found the free samples. Dean arrived in time to see the kosher sausage saleswoman begin to sob. Dean rushed to comfort her while Cas chewed a frank with scientific interest. What did you say to her? he questioned in the car. Cas looked impatient. I told her the sausage was not actually kosher. And that her mother won’t kick her out for dating the girl at the cheese counter. I was being kind, Dean. Dean had given him a dubious look and lectured him about boundaries until they got home.

Anyway, even accounting for the occasional misstep, Cas is doing much better in human society than he had been four years ago. Sure, people can usually tell he’s an angel just by looking at him, but it’s not like that’s a secret. In fact, Dean practically writes it on his forehead in the mirror every morning, he mentions it so much. I CAN KISS AN ANGEL WHENEVER I WANT!

And it’s not that Dean is smug about locking down a divine creature of unknowable power (although he is), he just thinks Cas shouldn’t have to hide in his own town. He’s aware that some angels do hide, when they live among humans. Cas’s brother Michael moved to Tulsa and wears straps to keep his wings down inside his power suits. He says it’s only until he can find a job, but Dean doesn’t want that for Cas. Not ever.

Even before he really knew Cas, he was fascinated by his angelic nature. The first time he saw him, they’d both been sixteen. Dean was coming home with Sam, who was in the same school as him for once and taking the same bus. He was taller than him at only twelve years old. (Yeah, his brother was a genius who skipped grades. Dean was sick with pride but pretended to make a fuss about his kid brother harshing his game with the high school chicks. Sam just rolled his eyes and told him to stop blustering. ???)

A boy with gigantic wings had been standing in the driveway of the house next to theirs, helping the adults move boxes from an oversized U-Haul. His back had been turned to them, so he hadn’t noticed either of them slowly walking up the path to their front door. Dean and Sam both were staring openly, forgetting themselves in their surprise at seeing some kind of bird-boy in a weird linen shift.

It was Sam who gasped softly and said, “Dean, I think he’s an angel,” which is why he’s the genius. The angel kid had turned around and seen them then, but he didn’t react except to stare, creepily. His parents noticed him looking and made some hand gestures and then the boy sighed and walked over. They were frozen on the paving stones, watching him approach.

“Mother and Chuck said to introduce myself. I’m called Castiel, in your tongue.”

Just as he finished speaking, the door to their house opened and their father called, “Hey, Stretch, get the good rune-chalk from the cellar, would you? We’re re-doing the basement tonight.”

Sam stomped off rudely, obedient and irritated. Dean didn’t have the talent for wards like his brother did, which was just as well in his book because he didn’t have to do stupid shit like play twister with chalk lines in the cold-as-hell basement.

Dean and Castiel watched as he rounded the house, then focused on each other once more. They made eye contact and Dean wanted to smile at the serious expression on his face, but he didn’t.

“I’m Dean,” he said and reached out a hand. It hovered lamely in the air when Castiel didn’t take it. He pulled it back and wiped his palm on his jeans.

“So, you guys just move to town?” he asked, awkwardly.

Castiel glanced back at the U-Haul. “Yes.” His tone said obviously.

“Uh, how do you like it?”

“We arrived 40 minutes ago.”

Dean was beginning to wish he was better at drawing runes. He made a few more lame attempts at small talk, hoping Castiel would remember he was supposed to be helping his parents with the truck full of boxes and let Dean escape inside. He didn’t, just answered Dean’s inane questions with bone-dry syllables and never stopped looking directly in his eyes.

“Listen,” Dean said eventually. “I’ve got homework to do and dinner and stuff.” And to be polite, he said, “Maybe you could come over for dinner? Anytime you want to, you guys are welcome.”

He cringed at himself. His dad would probably not like hosting the neighbors for dinner and honestly, Dean didn’t even know these people. What if he’d just sentenced his family to an entire night of conversations as awkward as this one?

The angel had accepted the invitation with disproportionate gravity (I thank you for opening your home to us, Dean) and they’d parted. The next night, he showed up at the Winchester’s front door at 5 o’clock, alone.

“Is this too early?” he asked, peering around Dean into the house.

Dean shook his head mutely, gave him a polite smile, and waved him inside. When he stepped in, Dean’s dad looked up at them, gave Castiel a quick once-over, then quirked an eyebrow at Dean.

“This is Castiel,” he explained quickly. “His family moved in yesterday, next door. I invited him over for dinner.”

John looked like he wanted to laugh. “How neighborly, son,” he said. Dean flushed and escaped to the kitchen, dragging Castiel behind him.

The big white wings were tucked modestly against his body and Dean was distantly grateful, considering all the glass jars and framed pictures they had in the kitchen. He made himself busy with setting the table, ignoring the persistent awkwardness Castiel summoned in him.

“You can get the cups down from that cabinet,” he said, pointing. He followed each of Dean’s instructions until the table was ready, heaped with enough spaghetti and meatballs to feed a small Italian town (as long as they weren’t that particular about eating sauce from a jar.)

Sam crashed into his chair when Dean hollered and their dad came leisurely to the kitchen a minute later. Sam gave Castiel a toothy smile.

The angel seemed perturbed when they started eating.

“You won’t say grace?” he asked.

Dean felt caught. He looked at his dad, who glowered slightly.

“Not anymore,” he said curtly. Castiel just looked thoughtful.

The humans ate quietly, focused on their plates. Castiel was eating slowly, watching the others and copying their behavior. He saw Sam mop the edge of his plate with a piece of buttered bread.

“Stretch,” he said, politely. “Please pass me the bread.”

There was a confused silence before Sam hesitantly passed him the bag of Wonder Bread.

“You meant me, right?” he asked, muffled through a full mouth of food.

Castiel just said, “Yes. Thank you, Stretch.”

Dean stared at him for a second and then lost it. His laugh started strangled as he tried to keep it in, but he really couldn’t stop himself. He had to put his fork down on his plate.

That night had been Cas’s first lesson in humanity. Sam had formally introduced himself (Dad just calls me that because I’m tall, he explained, red-faced) and Dean eventually stopped laughing long enough to finish his dinner. When the food was gone, he pulled Cas out of the kitchen, saying Dad and Sam’ll clean up, I cooked and you’re a guest.

Cas asked him what he liked to do for fun. Grinning, Dean took him to his bedroom and climbed out the window. When they were both on the roof, sitting silently and listening to the soft noises from the town and the woods behind the neighborhood, Dean realized Cas was surprisingly easy to talk to.

And that had only been the beginning. After that night, Cas was at their house all the time, listening to Dean talk with the focused attention of a congregant. Dean took the responsibility of educating him very seriously and taught him the funniest swears first. He had a lot of fun with that until Cas absently called Dean’s (admittedly crotchety) grandma a ‘shithead’ where she could hear him. He’d had a hell of a time explaining himself while simultaneously guarding Cas from rapid elderly thwacks.

Dean doesn’t spend as much time at Cas’s house, which is how they both like it. Cas’s parents make John Winchester look like a stoner hippie Kindergarten teacher. They’re really strict, is the point. And startlingly conservative, for a pair of people who were pooh pooh’d out of their angel community because Cas’s mom had a second marriage. Needless to say, they aren’t terribly warm toward Dean. They’ve never been rude to his face, he doesn’t think. But their lack of approval is clear.

Even before the first time Cas had kissed him, they sometimes made excuses why he couldn’t see Dean and, around Dean’s seventeenth birthday, took him along on a business trip to Springfield, even though there’d been nothing for him to do there. Cas had missed his party and been angry with them for weeks. Dean thinks Cas’s parents knew about them before they did, which is why they told Dean things like Castiel is studying for his exams, after he knew Cas’s homeschooling program was already finished for the summer. And Castiel needs to rest, he has.. the flu, on a clear August day. (Dean was pretty sure angels coldn’t get the flu, then Cas had barged past them out the door, looking very hale and pissed off.)

They did figure it out eventually, though. It started when were both newly eighteen and sitting on a blanket in the park, watching The Matrix Reloaded. Sam was in front of them, eyes glued to the side of the white plaster building where the movie was being projected. Dean had made dumb jokes all throughout the first movie, much to Sam and Cas’s irritation. He was distracted as the second movie played, looking at the side of Cas’s face. Cas was just so focused and interested.

On screen, Persephone was bargaining with Neo. You have to make me believe it’s her, she was saying. Neo kissed her briefly and she pulled away. Terrible. Forget it.

When the movie ended, they took a break to stretch their legs and walk around a curving path opposite the building. Sam stayed behind, happily snacking and waiting for the third movie in the marathon to start.

“What did you think?” Dean had asked, kicking rocks in front of his feet.

Cas made an assessing noise. “There is... a lot going on in these films,” he eventually said, voice as starched and diplomatic as Dean had ever heard it. Dean laughed, punching him on the arm.

“You must have liked some of it,” he insisted playfully.

Cas was quiet for a long moment, walking next to him and looking at the ground. He spoke as they reached a bend in the path. “I was curious about one scene,” he said slowly. “The character-- what was his name, the important one?”

“Neo.”

“Neo was trying to convince that woman to show them to the Key-person. And he had to kiss her.”

“Yeah,” Dean said. “Her husband was cheating on her and she wanted to hurt Trinity’s feelings, I’m pretty sure.” He hadn’t been paying that much attention, but Sam had made him watch these movies eleven million times before tonight.

“He had to kiss her well. She could tell when he did it wrong.” Cas stopped walking and turned to Dean. “Is there a way to kiss wrong?” His eyes were a little panicked, like he hadn’t even thought about kissing anyone before but now he had to worry about doing it incorrectly.

Dean smirked. “I’m pretty sure there is, yeah.” He made a showy gesture to his own face. “Not that I’ve had any complaints.”

Cas looked unimpressed. “I believe you have to have customers first, to recieve complaints.”

Dean had flushed and spluttered, “I’ve kissed people, dude! Last summer, I kissed Alexis Ford at her birthday party! With tongue!

“Alexis lost a bet,” Cas said, cruelly recontextualizing the one and only kiss of Dean’s young life. Dean glowered and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“I bet you’d be a bad kisser,” he grumbled. He didn’t mean it. Actually, he’d thought about kissing Cas earlier that evening, during the first Matrix. And in the car on the way to the park. And the day before, when Cas greeted him on the lawn after work. And at least forty other times since they’d both graduated high school. None of those imagined kisses had been bad. They’d been pretty embarassing, though, which is why he slam-dunked them into the “do not talk about to anyone” drawer in his head. And then locked it.

Cas looked offended. “What is your evidence? I’ve never kissed anyone. There’s no data.”

“I just know. It would be slimy and horrible, somehow.”

They were behind the building now, out of view of the picnic area. They were almost alone, except for a few people hurrying to the restrooms.

“You’re just being hurtful,” Cas said, sounding cross. “I think I could kiss well if I were able to practice. It has to be a skill, like anything else.”

He stopped walking, suddenly. Dean halted in place, looking over his shoulder at him.

“I’ll kiss you,” he said, head tilted. He grabbed Dean’s hand and pulled him.

“Ack! Hey!” Dean protested.

“You can tell me if it’s bad. If I need practice.” He had that look on his face then, the one he got when he was gung-ho to learn something about humans that only Dean could teach him.

Dean swallowed, keeping his eyes on Cas’s resolutely. “Um, are you--” he swallowed again. “Are you sure?” The idea of pulling away from him had occured to Dean and he knew it was probably the better one, but instead he stayed right were Cas had put him, heart hammering.

Cas nodded, then stood looking at him for a long moment.

“Dean?”

“Uh, what?”

Cas rolled his eyes, huffed a little can he be this stupid? sigh and kissed Dean on the lips.

A terrible, pleased noise escape Dean’s throat and his hands moved up without his input, catching and holding Cas’s shirtfront. When Cas pulled away, his eyes were wide.

“That was--” he cleared the gravel from his voice. “That didn’t feel very bad.”

Dean had been zapped into goo and couldn’t speak. Cas touched his own lips with an awed expression and Dean wanted to kiss him again, so bad. He gathered himself enough to croak, “Beginner’s luck.”

The angel’s eyes immediately flashed at the challenge and he reeled Dean in with a hand at his back. They made out behind the building until Sam came looking for them midway through The Matrix Revolutions.

After that, it had been zero to sixty-- Dean was Cas’s boyfriend to everyone they met. Cas met him on his lunch break from the garage and kissed him in front of his dad. Dean dragged him out onto the roof to take his clothes off of him and dig his fingers into the clean white feathers of his wings.

Now, Dean has been kissing Cas (and a little bit more than that) for two years. Cas checks Zillow every day and sends him houses he likes the look of. Dean has programmed ‘This is not in our budget’ into his texting app so he doesn’t have to type out all the words every time Cas sends him the listing for another million-dollar development property.

Chrissake, Cas, you’re a guidance counselor and I fix cars. Think a little smaller, babe, he told him. Cas made a face and told him not to swear.

Dean can see a future for them and he wants it more than anything. He keeps teaching Cas human things like replacing the goddamn toilet paper and how much detergent to use in the washing machine. He’s still weird in an obvious way, and Dean still doesn’t want to change that. He thinks they’ll be sitting on their front porch, Dean old and gray, Cas looking however the hell he’ll look in sixty years (Dean should ask him, actaully), and Cas will still make remarks like Dean, these adult diapers do not wick nearly as much moisture as the packaging claims. He thinks he’ll still smile at him, every time. He’ll still feel the same way he did when Cas made him laugh for the first time at the dinner table. He’ll want to keep him. Forever.

When he looks at Cas, wide eyed like a newborn and holding Dean’s hand in the supermarket, at the park, in line at the DMV-- forever doesn’t feel like much of a stretch.

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autobot2001 · 1 year

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Fluffy February Master Post

A collection of one-shots using Fluffy February prompts. Missed a lot, but I’ll be adding to this list once prompts are done. @fluffyfebruary 1. A Night together Rating E Warnings: None Pairing: Drift X Jamie Description: After seeing Drift reading diary entries of the day the two, Bee and Hound met Jamie and her friends, Crosshairs suggests Drift take Jamie somewhere without him. Insisting they need to spend time together without him even if Drift and Jamie don't mind. Drift takes Jamie to a cabin, hoping for a good night with the human he loves.

Links; Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45407191 FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13914037/4/OC-Adventures Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1320308066-oc-adventures-a-night-together

2 The Few I Care About Rating E Warning: None Pairing: Sunstreaker X Jamie Description: A Day when Sunstreaker, who hates most humans, worries about Jamie and takes care of her.

Links; Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45407686 FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13914037/5/OC-Adventures Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1320312500-oc-adventures-the-few-i-care-about

3. Safe With Me (Tumblr only) Rating: E Warning: None Pairing: Drift X Jamie Description: Jamie is afraid of thunder storm, and Drift comforts her.

Day 10; thunder Day 25; murmur Anyone can have fears. Whether they're a soldier or not. Cybertronian or human. along with fearing the Autobots will lose the war, and losing fellow Autobots, Drift fears losing the one he loves. Jamie shared the same fears, but one thing she fears is thunderstorms. None of the Autobots knows why. They know what fear brought on by past battles looks like and gladly can rule that out. Jamie doesn't panic during a thunderstorm so Ratchet and Rung can rule out astraphobia, but sometimes the storm results in crying. Drift is woken up by the sound of thunder. Seeing it's two in the morning. Hoping Jamie didn't wake up, but he's wrong as he feels Jamie move closer to him and hug him. He sits up on the bed and turns on the lamp. "Shh, it's ok," he murmurs as he hugs Jamie close.Drift is hoping since Jamie is tired, she won't be up all night. He turns off the light and lies on the bed with Jamie laying in him. Her head resting on his chest. The storm going on outside. Lightning flashing through the window. It's a long hour until Jamie is asleep. The storm finally passed, and Drift can sleep without worrying about Jamie waking up until morning.

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fluffyfebruary · 1 year

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Fluffy February Prompts 2023

Welcome to Fluffy February 2023! Back for a third year, we want to spread fluff and good feelings throughout all of February.

This year, we’re reverting to the one-prompt-a-day format from 2021. As in previous years, no one is obliged to write/draw/create every single day -- do as many as you want! The official guidelines are posted here.

Above the cut are the one-word prompts. Below the cut, I’ve included some phrases and suggestions in case the one-word prompt isn’t stirring something creatively. You are totally free to reinterpret the prompt in a different way; the stuff below the cut is just to help someone out of block if needed. Please tag @fluffyfebruary so we can reblog your creations!

Soooo here we go! Happy creating!

1. Hello

2. Soft

3. Anniversary

4. Starlight

5. Amber

6. Stretch

7. Cloak

8. Callous

9. Breezy

10. Thunder

11. Immaculate

12. Shell

13. Pride

14. (Free Space/Do Your Own Prompt)

15. Reward

16. Glow

17. Blessed

18. Glide

19. Loop

20. Sink

21. Tender

22. Remember

23. Crave

24. Bubbly

25. Murmur

26. Joy

27. Blaze

28. Goodbye

Here is the prompt list again, this time with some potential interpretations to try to get your creativity going, if you’re struggling with a prompt. As stated above, you are under no obligation to use ANY of these -- this is just to bust blocks.

1. Hello -- the first meeting, the start of a day, a surprise…

2. Soft – a sound, a voice, a feeling…

3. Anniversary – a day to be remembered, a day to remember, another year…

4. Starlight – in night, in comparison, in color…

5. Amber – a stone, a color, a scent, a name…

6. Stretch – limbs, clothes, boundaries, ability…

7. Cloak -- clothing, to obscure, a device…

8. Callous – an attitude, where something has rubbed, rough...

9. Breezy– an attitude, a voice, the weather, approach...

10. Thunder – weather, noise, a voice, rumble...

11. Immaculate -- divine, perfect, untouched, clean, sinless...

12. Shell – a home, a part, a covering, an ear, to remove from a hard place, what once was...

13. Pride -- a group of lions, a feeling, a sin, a virtue...

14. (Free Space/Do Your Own Prompt)

15. Reward - for a deed done, for achievement, just desserts...

16. Glow – light, skin, a smile, eyes, a warmth...

17. Blessed -- favored, gifted, lucky, a curse, uttered in frustration...

18. Glide -- to soar, to skim, to slide, music, dance ...

19. Loop – a path, a knot, a circuit, a stunt, connection ...

20. Sink -- a verb or a noun or a feeling ...

21. Tender -- a person or an approach, to show care...

22. Remember – recall, memory, to summon back again, to learn, to ignore...

23. Crave -- yearn, desire, pine, for a person, for a food....

24. Bubbly -- from heat, from a reaction, to blow, soapy, a personality, fizzy, champagne...

25. Murmur -- the hum of the crowd, a low voice, something tender, articulate, inarticulate...

26. Joy -- happiness, pure pleasure, a virtue...

27. Blaze -- burn, streak, smoke, to color, to destroy...

28. Goodbye --- the end, until next time, never again, to set free...

#fluffy february #fluffy February prompts #fan art #fan fiction #ocs welcome #original fiction #fluffyfebruary

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mammalsofaction · 2 months

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me: I'm getting a little tired of my perryshmirtz domestic 5+1 fic, I need a break. Hey! this meet cute prompt is so cute <3 maybe I'll write a simple little 500 wordcount treat to give myself a break

me, 3 days later:

#and my previous wip stil needs one more chapter #fuck my inability to write short fics #my mom was right #and she doesn't even know I write regularly as a hobby #anyway the domestic 5+1 is stil coming along #its pretty well proofread but it needs the bonus epilogue #but i might give you this meet cute first #perryshmirtz #human perry AU #Heinz Doofenshmirtz #Fluffy February prompts #HOW DO MY FAVE AUTHORS WRITE SO MUCH SO FAST

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joels-shitty-puns · 3 months

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Sweetheart

Pairing: Post-Outbreak Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: Another year without a Valentine... Until you find yourself spending the day unexpectedly with your crush, Joel Miller.

Warnings: Mostly just fluff! Some kissing, light angst.

Other notes: Hi!! This is my entry for Space Sister's secret valentine for.... *drumroll* @skittlesfics!! Hope you enjoy!!! I tried to go with your prompt mentioned, though I won't spoil it in the summary :) Happy Valentine's day Skittles! <3

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It was the beginning of February and you could feel Valentine's day looming over you on the calendar. No Valentine for you this year. Pre-outbreak, Valentine's day was always flowers and chocolates lining the aisles of the stores, Valentine's cards for kids in elementary school, and large fluffy stuffed animals for kids of all ages. It wasn't the first February 14th you'd spend buried in a box of chocolates on your couch and watching cheesy romance movies, and you're sure it wouldn't be your last. One thing about the outbreak, you didn't have to worry about things like love. Survival was more important.

But since moving to Jackson, you've been able to experience a lot of the old traditions you'd once forgotten or could only reminisce over. One of which, you've learned, would be Valentine's day. You could feel it in the air without even knowing the plans for the big day. Children whispered and giggled with friends over their first crushes. Couples kissed and held hands. It wasn't long before heart shaped decorations were hung and red and pink lights were strung through the streets. They were going big it seemed.

It probably wouldn't bother you that much. It probably shouldn't bother you that much. You'd be fine just admiring couples in love. If it weren't for him. Joel Miller. Brother of Tommy and guardian of Ellie, you'd met him a couple times before striking up a friendship. Responsible for upkeep of the local library as your town job, you often saw Ellie pop in, wanting to find any comics that might have been recovered. At first Joel seemed impatient waiting on Ellie to find a book, but after the two of you began talking, he seemed to visit more frequently, and often it was Ellie persuading him to head home instead of the other way around. Somewhere in the long talks over stacks of books, you developed a crush. You looked forward to their visits, were eagerly surprised to see him on the street, and couldn't help but be hopeful when going to town for meals. But you didn't have high hopes for him feeling the same way.

When Ellie suddenly had plans for Valentine's Day with her own crush, Joel was left alone with his thoughts. What were his plans? Sure, he'd like to take the pretty librarian out for a date, but it had been years since he'd been on a date. He had a relationship with Tess, but living in the QZ didn't leave much time or interest in romantic dates and couple activities. Maybe Valentine's day wasn't the best first date anyway. Too serious, he feared.

So on the evening of February 14th, he strolled towards the town for dinner, alone. He grabbed his food and looked for a table, noticing many already filled up with couples. Just when he was about to take his food to go, he noticed you sitting alone at a table in the back and decided to take a shot.

“Hey,” he muttered.

You looked up from your meal, taken aback to find your handsome Joel staring back at you. He wore a green flannel, your favorite, and had his hair recently combed after a shower. You could smell the fresh shampoo and soap wafting off of him, and he smelled amazing. What a difference from the years of apocalyptic bathing.

“Hi Joel,” you replied back, quieter than anticipated, feeling a bit nervous despite your best efforts.

“I was just thinking of leaving before I saw you sitting alone over here. Mind if I join ya? Or are you waiting on someone?” Joel asked, dinner tray still in hand.

“No, no, I'm alone. Please, sit down if you'd like,” you gestured to the empty seat across from you, a rose and candle placed between you, and on every table. “You look nice…” you mumbled.

Joel's cheeks flushed. “Thank ya, darlin’. So do you.” He quickly looked down at his plate, cutting his meat as a distraction.

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After the initial awkwardness, dinner became easier, with normal conversation flowing. The two of you laughed and smiled, stealing glances when the other wasn't looking. It seemed only a blink of an eye when the rest of the dining hall had emptied out.

Not wanting the night to end just yet, the two of you walked through the town. They were playing Never Been Kissed in the community center, but both of you preferred to keep talking and being alone together. Popping into the general store, you found some Valentine's snacks, and baking supplies, which you offered to bake for Joel at your place. Rubbing his neck nervously, he obliged.

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Turning the key into your cabin, Joel followed close behind you. The air was buzzing with tension, and as the two of you baked cookies, sparks flew even further. As well as flour. Pausing your frosting to take the last pan of heart shaped cookies out of the oven, you turned, just in time for Joel to wipe frosting on your nose.

“Joel!” You squealed.

He laughed, only to be quickly shut up with a spoonful of frosting that you stuck into his mouth. Both giggling, you continued decorating cookies, opting to make them look like the conversation hearts you both remember eating before the outbreak.

Frosting your last cookie, you turned to Joel, cookie behind your back.

“I decorated one specifically for you, Joel.”

He turned to face you, one eyebrow raised in suspicion.

Handing him the cookie, he read the pink icing. “I like u, Joel.”

Your cheeks warmed, and you nervously rubbed your arm, waiting for his response.

Looking up from the cookie, he met your eyes, but didn't say anything.

“Joel…?”

Your stomach felt like lead and your blood felt cold. You must have misread the signals, and were about to turn away and start floundering for words when he threw the cookie on the counter and grabbed your face instead, planting a desperate kiss to your lips. He tasted like frosting and sugar cookie, the kiss urgent yet delicate. As you both pulled away to catch your breath, smiling, he replied while stroking his thumb over your cheek. “I like you too, Sugar. Happy Valentine's Day.”

“Happy Valentine's Day, Joel,” you grinned, leaning in to place another kiss to his lips as the two of you embraced, hearts beating faster and bodies warmed by love. Thankfully, Valentine's Day wasn't so bad this year, after all.

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Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!

#spacesisterssecretvalentine #space sisters secret valentine #skittles #joel miller #a! wrote a fic #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller tlou #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fluff #joel tlou #tlou fanfic #tlou #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction

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thatlocalgermanpunk · 1 year

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FLUFFY FEBRUARY 2023 DAY 6 STRETCH @fluffyfebruary

SUMMARY: Keith and Kosmo snuggle and wake up in bed together.

It was early morning when something soft tickled Keith's nose. He scrunched his face as it began to twitch and flick over his face. To avoid it Keith rolled over onto his side now facing the warm lump that took up most of his bed. Now that he was closer he could hear the quiet whistle of the space wolf's gentle breathing.

Keith reached out and wrapped his arms around the snoozing space beast. He squeezed and let out a contented sigh. His muscles still felt sore after the long training session from the night before, so it felt nice to finally relax and stretch out his legs in bed like this. He was so comfortable it felt like he was almost weightless. He appreciated having a day off.

Keith ran his hands up and down Kosmo's back absent-mindedly. He could feel the rise and fall of Kosmo's breath. In and out. In and out, and so on. Keith thought for a moment that Kosmo might also be starting to wake up because he felt Kosmo pushing one of his paws into his own chest. Putting pressure on the paladin so he could stretch towards the wall and press his back further into Keith's hands so they were directly in the spot Kosmo wanted them to be. Keith poked him. Nope, the space wolf was still out cold. Together they stayed that way for a while, just breathing together Keith petting Kosmo's back.

Keith chuckled lightly, remembering last night when he had finally given into Kosmo's attempts at sleeping in bed with him. He thought it would be much more cramped to share such a small space with a dog of Kosmo's size. It turned out to be oddly cozy. He also aware that when he got up his sheets would most likely be covered in a thick layer of Kosmo's shedded fur.

Kosmo truly is a skilled emotional manipulator, Keith thought with an amused smile on his lips. His space wolf had tried teleporting onto Keith's bed multiple nights when he thought Keith to be asleep. He was, but Kosmo would accidentally step on the sleeping paladin waking him up as it was tricky for him to fit his chunky ass on the mattress without disturbing Keith.

A couple times he had even tried hiding under the covers when Keith was getting ready for bed, hoping Keith wouldn't notice him there. Other than the obvious squirming lump there was always some part of Kosmo sticking out whether that be his paw, nose or wagging tail.

His mischievous efforts had failed but Keith had felt guilty and he had given Kosmo a lecture on how him getting to sleep in the bed would quote "Only be for one night." Kosmo had tilted his head sideways and pretended not to understand. He had had a long day so it soon became a problem for future Keith to deal with and the two of them settled in for the night.

Keith, still in his slightly groggy state, was forgetting that his face had recently been in direct contact with Kosmo's tail, nuzzled into the soft fur closest to him. It was safe for around a few minutes until he was about to doze off again. He heard a little "toot" a split second before he was hit in the face with the stench of 100 dead radioactive stink bugs all stuffed into a minuscule pocket of air that was then directly thrust in his face. He was awake within an instant. "Kosmo! How could you!?" Keith shrieked. He was desperately trying to get away when one of his legs got tangled in the covers so he ended up tripping on his way out of bed.

Now above him Kosmo stretched gracefully, now taking up the entirety of the bed and stared down at him with innocent yellow eyes. Keith couldn't possibly stay angry at that adorable wittle face for long. So he stood up, managing to untangle himself in the process and kissed the top of Kosmo's head. Kosmo wagged his tail. Both of them were officially awake for the day whether they liked it or not.

#fanfiction #writing #fluffy february #fluffy february prompts #voltron legendary defender #vld kosmo #vld keith #fan fiction #fanfic

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fluffbruary · 4 months

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Fluffbruary IS UNDERWAY! Time to re-post the prompt list and spark some creativity!

As always, pick any or all of the daily prompts as inspiration for your fluffy fanwork. There are a handful of alternate prompts at the bottom of the list if none of the day's prompts work for you.

Whether you do some prompts, or all, or just one--increasing the fluff quotient in the world is surely a good thing.

All fandoms, all ships welcome! Tag @fluffbruary in your posts so we can reblog your fluffy creations--and please reblog THIS post so your tumblr community sees it and comes to play in the fluff.

February 1 : downy | clinic | nuance February 2 : engagement | scent | jam

Putting the rest under a cut because the images make for a LONG post :D

February 3 : umbrella | seashore | mist February 4 : camera | lush | beau

February 5 : rescue | inertia | lullaby February 6 : tie | embarrassment | dessert

February 7 : potatoes | blue | glass February 8 : shower | blessed | layer

February 9 : urgency | kneel | rural February 10 : flush | angel | owl

February 11 : reflection | water | apology February 12 : graceful | volcano | blanket

February 13 : choice | snuggling | furry February 14 : phone | bubble bath | doll

February 15 : cord | bakery | honey February 16 : neighbour | desire | horse

February 17 : magazine | tactile | curtains February 18 : suave | cologne | gradual

February 19 : tea cakes | flood | feature February 20 : smooth | glitters | queen

February 21 : photography | pepper | truffles February 22 : key | silly | quest

February 23 : rhythm | chalk | humor February 24 : spring | fuzzy | silky

February 25 : fox | twilight | sweat February 26 : fluff | woolly | care package

February 27 : table | blush | laundry February 28 : reward | shelter | piano

February 29 : breakfast | valley | sign

alternate prompts: evening | wish | hot | caress | solid

There you have it — all the Fluffbruary 2024 prompts.

Please reblog, and release the fluffening!

#fluffbruary 2024 #prompts #all fandoms #all ships #not just ships #ALL the fluff #reblog the fluff!

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bellaxisworld · 2 months

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february 17, @jegulus-microfic prompt: soup. word count: 685

cw: grief/sadness & mentioned death of parents

Regulus dug through the kitchen drawers quickly. He could have sworn the small yellow paper was around here somewhere, he remembered vaguely seeing it just a couple months ago—

There! There it is, hidden beneath magazines and old receipts, looking slightly crinkled. He pulled it out with a relieved sigh.

He pattered gently through the house, noting and hating the eerie silence. Their home had never really been known for its silence, with plenty of clatter going on. James was not a quiet human. He was loud and the echoes of his laughs were usually bouncing around the halls. He made noise when he walked or danced around the house, and he was always humming or whistling some tune that was stuck in his head. Regulus found the constant noise endearing. He always knew when James was around.

But now, he felt cold walking through a silent home.

James was exactly where Regulus found him, laying still and quiet on the bed. He stared blank-eyed at the ceiling, seeing nothing that was there. James was a hollow of a person, and Regulus’ heart broke every day he saw him like this.

James’ parents passed away over a month ago, and James wasn’t himself.

“Hi, baby,” Regulus whispered, crawling onto the bed to sit beside James. He brushed away the curls from James’ forehead, trying to pour all his love into him. James thrived and lived off love—love in all its forms, physical affections, words of kindness and care, friendships and romantic love and familial love—it was all pure James, and he needed it. In fact, he was obnoxious with love, overfull of so much love for everyone around him and the rest of the world.

So Regulus did what he could, touching and caring for James in the small and big ways, especially as he fell apart.

James looked at Regulus, eyes sorrowful, and Regulus wasn’t used to seeing James without a smile.

Today, at the very least, wasn’t a bad day. James’ bad days were spent going through cycles of catatonia and body-wracking sobs. Today, though, James just looked sad.

“I found something I want us to try,” Regulus whispered, and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

“Hm?” James hummed.

Regulus showed him the yellow slip of paper, and his hand was slightly shaking. He was mildly fearful of James’ reaction to it.

James looked at it, and looked at, and kept looking, and Regulus was about to ask, to beg for a response when James gulped, and turned back to Reg with tearful eyes.

“I’d love to,” he whispered, voice thick.

The paper was many years old, and there was a bulleted list of ingredients and instructions on how to properly make Euphemia Potter’s homemade albondigas soup. Regulus smiled, grateful for this show of life, and helped James out of bed, changing his clothes and wrapping him in a fluffy robe before leading him to the kitchen.

They assigned roles, and James was gentle when he began making and forming the meatballs. Regulus grabbed the other ingredients, the broth and spices and vegetables. They worked around each other and with each other, and Regulus was pleased to see their comfortable dynamic returning, even in the small ways.

When the soup was done, Regulus shuffled James onto sitting on the couch and shushed him when he complained. He served them two bowls of soup and they cuddled up on the couch, warm and pressed against each other. Regulus hoped James felt every bit of Euphemia’s love from the soup and from him. Regulus would coddle him unashamed because Regulus cherished him, and James needed to feel that.

James finished his bowl of soup and curled into Regulus, head on his chest and breathing steady.

“Thank you, Reg,” he whispered. “I felt closer to her, just for a little while.”

Regulus smiled and kissed his nose. “We can make soup as often as you want, if it helps.”

James smiled, a small and sad-tainted thing, but it was his first smile in months, and Regulus felt himself heal a little bit, too.

part of my february microfic work on ao3(17/29): february, i'm yours

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