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violettduchess · 1 year

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A/N: Since I was not able to complete all the fic requests for the Fall Fluff Autumn Angst Content Creation Challenge, I thought I could still do the ones I had left as headcanons 🌟

Leon, Luke, Chevalier and Gilbert x reader

Word Count: 1756

Ikemen Prince Fall Fluff Headcanons 🍂

Leon - Warming Hands 🧤

You step through the terrace doors, buffeted by a playful autumn breeze. Your walk through the forest on the palace grounds with Clavis had been invigorating. Together you planned most of the activities for the Fall Festival. Between your creative ideas and his connections with different merchants and important townspeople, you had managed to figure out the nuts and bolts of how to get this celebration off the ground and you are feeling tremendously proud.

And tremendously cold. The woods had been much cooler than you had anticipated and your gloves, forgotten somewhere in the tumult of your bureau, would have been good to have along. The shallow pockets of your long, gray coat had done a passable job but you can still feel the chill wrapped around your fingers, tiny claws biting at your skin.

“There you are!” Leon smiles, tossing the folder of paperwork he had been carrying indifferently onto a table in passing, his focus only on you as he crosses the room on those long legs. One look at the ruddiness of your cheeks and the way your hands are clenched together tells him all he needs to know.

“You forgot your gloves again, didn’t you love?” Sheepishly you nod and he shakes his head affectionately, reaching out to take your hands in his. They engulf yours in warmth and you can’t help the small sigh that escapes you as he gently rubs your chilled skin.

“You know, those cheeks are also looking very rosy.” He leans down, peppering them both with kisses. You squirm in delight and he laughs, your hands still encased in his, his breath warm against you. “And your neck must be freezing! How reckless of you!”

“Leon! I’m wearing a scarf!” But your prince is undeterred as he pulls the scarf aside, burying his face in the side of your neck, his onslaught of kisses broken only by the sound of his warm laughter.

Luke - Cozy Sweater 🧶

His visits to town can take a long time, especially when he is meeting friends. You turn your attention back to your book, trying not to wonder when he will be back. You get through two paragraphs of which you actually only read a sentence or two before you get up, tossing the book haphazardly on the bed, and walk to the tall window, looking out at the cloudy, autumn night. No stars, only a sliver of moon. It’s cold and dark and you want Luke back so you can curl up in his arms where you feel warm and safe and cozy.

Your gaze travels around the bedroom and then stops on an oversized green chair in the corner. Hmm. He may not be here but…..

Crossing the room, you run your fingers over the pile of clothes he has decided must live on this chair and nowhere else. You rifle through them, only stopping when you come to the soft, olive green sweater toward the bottom. Luke loves this sweater and wears it often. He wouldn’t mind if you just-

The sweater is saved from the bottom of the clothes pile and then pulled over your head, not so much you wearing it as it wears you. The sleeves hang far past your hands and the hem falls somewhere mid-calf. It looks a bit silly, like a child playing dress up, but you close your eyes, wrapping your arms around yourself. Ah, it smells like him. The faint scent of woods and a sweet grace note of honey. It may not be his arms, but it feels pretty darn close.

A few hours later, when Luke walks through the bedroom door, he finds you curled up on his side of the bed, in his favorite sweater, fast asleep. The book you were reading has slipped to the floor from hands lax with sleep. His heart glows with tenderness at the sight and he takes a moment, a tall figure at the foot of the bed, to simply drink it in. Then he quietly sheds his clothing down to his lavender tunic and climbs onto the bed next to your sleeping form. He wraps his big body around yours, sheltering you in his arms, and joins you in sleep.

Chevalier - Pumpkins 🔪

The face isn’t quite right. You lean back, head tilted to one side as you examine your pumpkin. The mouth is lopsided, one eye is decidedly bigger than the other and you don’t know how but you have given him several noses.

“You said it would be frightening.” That voice. When did he show up? You turn around to face your husband who is standing behind you, one brow raised ever so slightly as he surveys the massacre of pumpkin parts you have spread out on the terrace table.

“It….kind of is?” You gesture toward the other pumpkins you carved, pointing the tip of the carving knife in their direction. “It’s better than those….er….practice pumpkins.” He snorts at the white lie that your previous attempts were practice and not you being horribly inept at carving.

You scowl at him and his stupid (ok attractive) little smirk. “It’s not that easy!”

Something flashes in the blue depths of his eyes. Amusement? A challenge? A scintillating combination of both? “Isn’t it though?” And then he is sitting next to you, the carving knife out of your hand and in his. Though an inanimate object, you swear it seems to be relieved to be held by someone else.

He reaches for one of the pumpkins that has been hollowed out but not yet cut and then shifts, turning his back so that you can’t see what he is doing. You cross your arms, the head shaking merely icing on the cake of your annoyance.

"You, your highness, have never carved a pumpkin in your life. I grew up doing this! It really isn’t as easy as it looks.” No answer. You sigh, turning to look up at the bright leaves overhead, the splashes of red and yellow against the clear blue of the autumn sky.

The bench creaks as Chevalier stands up in what feels like far too short a time for carving a pumpkin. “There.” You turn your body to look at what he has done and what you see……is not a surprise. In front of you is a pumpkin with an expertly carved evil face. The eyes are narrowed angrily, the menacing mouth open to reveal sharp, wickedly pointed teeth. He even managed to create a sloped brow and crooked nose.

You feel his hands squeeze you lightly when he places them on your shoulders, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. Turning his head, he whispers in your ear, his voice low and soft. “You can use it as a model example as you continue practicing.” You may not be able to see him, but you can feel the amusement in his words, the warm undercurrent of affection that is always for your ears alone.

As he turns away, his mouth curved in a self-satisfied smile, you flick a pumpkin seed at him and watch as it clings to the back of his white cloak, a tiny stowaway coated in orange pumpkin juice. And you find yourself grinning.

Gilbert - Cinnamon Kiss 💋

You know he is working, but you can’t help the way you excitedly throw open the heavy, carved doors of his study with one arm. “It’s here!”

At the sound of your voice, he sets aside the missive he was reading, a light smile gracing his lips. He has been working so hard lately and the sight of the pile of papers on his desk, the circles under his eyes, the tired slope of his shoulders, pulls at your heart, slowing your steps as you approach. You repeat yourself, this time less loudly. “It’s here.”

He reaches his arms out for you, pulling you onto his lap and sighs as he buries his face in your shoulder. His voice is muffled, almost small, when he speaks. “You’re here. What could be better?” You smile softly as you reach for his chin, your fingers gently tipping his head away from you. “This.”

You set the small, circular tin on his desk. It’s a beautiful deep red, decorated with golden stars and swirls. Gilbert looks curiously at it, shifting you slightly on his lap as he pushes a few papers out of the way. “Is this the package you’ve been waiting for? From Rhodolite?”

You nod, your eyes bright with anticipation. Leaving forward over the stronghold of his forearm, you carefully lift the lid of the tin. Immediately the scent of cinnamon fills the air and you can see by the way he smiles that he now knows what this is. “They arrived.”

Your favorite cookies from your favorite bakery. Not once have you ever regretted leaving Rhodolite for love of this man, but because of the tension between the two countries, traveling back and forth has become dangerous. Which makes this gift, a favor from Clavis, all the more special. Carefully, you reach inside and select a star-shaped cinnamon cookie from the tin. “Enjoy, Liebes,” he says warmly but you shake your head. “Not me. You. You get the first bite.” He cocks his head, gaze soft like morning mist as it caresses your face. “But–”

No buts allowed, you think as you simply press the cookie against his lips. He laughs quietly, catching the cookie before it can fall and then takes it into his mouth. You watch eagerly as he chews, tense with anticipation as you wait to hear his judgment.

“And? Isn’t it the best thing you have ever tasted?”

He licks his lips, tightening his arms around you, pulling you even closer against him. “It is certainly the best cookie I have ever eaten, ja.” Your smile burns away the exhaustion that has been haunting him all evening. “However…..”

“However?”

“HOWEVER”, he repeats with a slow grin, “it is not the best thing I have ever tasted.” And then he is so very close, his lips mere centimeters from yours, one hand wrapping itself around the nape of your neck. “That, Häschen, would be this.” And then his mouth is on yours, cool lips parting. He tastes like cinnamon and nutmeg and nighttime and magic. As you wrap your arms around his shoulders, as his hands grip you tightly, you decide he is right. This really is the most delicious taste in the world.

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angrelysimpping · 2 years

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October Prompt Day 18: Picking Apples

GN Remy (they/them); GN Reader (you/your); hybrids; cow tf; Remy fluffy cow AU; Reader refers to Remy as “Master,” Reader probably has Stockholm Syndrom; mentioned past abuse

Words: 528

“What are you doing out here, silly beastie.”

You moo softly, tail swishing happily and ears perking up. You knew you weren’t supposed to leave the special pin Master put you in, and you feared the consequences for doing so, but luck seemed to be on your side today. Your Master just sighs fondly as they pat your head between your horns, pulling the lead they keep on their belt, right next to their whip, and clipping it to your collar.

You press against their side, tail brushing against their knee as you try to keep it from curling around their calf. Master didn’t like it when you were too affectionate with them with the farmhands around and you wanted to be good for them. But, it was hard. You wanted, no, needed to be next to them at all times. Needed to hear their voice and feel their touch and inhale their scent.

Sometimes, in the very dark of the night, you’d have nightmares of a life without them. Cold rooms and little food. Cruel eyes and probing fingers. When your shrieks and moos woke up the whole farm, your Master would come for you, comfort you. Sure, there were a few lingering memories from when they’d first taken you in, but you needed to learn your place. It was for the best. Now they kept you with them nearly all the time. Their “best producer,” they’d call you while dropping a kiss behind your soft ear.

So, why didn’t they let you stay with them all the time? Why even put you in a pin at all? You knew they like having you by their side. You can tell from the way their shoulders relax as you butt your head against their chest with another soft moo, the way their lips twitch into a real smile as you look at them with something close to adoration.

“Out here for apples, silly thing?”

They gesture to the trees around you, branches weighed down enough with the coveted fruit that Remy can easily reach out and pluck one from the tree. They offer the fruit to you, holding it between their thumb and forefinger so you can eat from their hand. You shake your head in a no, leaning forward but not biting into the fruit. Instead, you press a kiss to your Master’s thumb, warm leather familiar on your lips.

“Master looked lonely,” you mumble, pressing another kiss to their gloved hand.

Remy’s breath hitches, face growing warm as you travel up their hand, lips brushing over their wrist.

They jerk away from you, the motion making your ears drop, heart aching. You didn’t mean to upset your Master, but it seemed you had. Tears gather at the corners of your eyes and you’re about to apologize for acting out when Remy lets a huff, tugging on your leash as they start to walk out of the orchard.

“Come on, let’s get you back where you belong.”

You’d start crying, mooing out for forgiveness, if Remy was leading you back to the barn. They’re not. You know the way to your Master’s home by heart, after all.

#degrees of lewdity #remy's fluffy cow #remy the farmer #tw hybrids #cw hybrids #tw past abuse #cw past abuse #cow tf #fall fluff

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wwenhlimagines · 7 months

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Fall Fluff Requests

Request prompts:

Cool rainy day

Pumpkin patch

Costume shopping

Bonfires with s'mores

Spooky stories

Fall photoshoots

Coffee dates (PSL obvi)

Halloween party

Passing out candy

Leaves changing

Matching clothes/aesthetics

Fall festivals

Cooking/baking together

Shopping with fall items

Decorating for Halloween

Corn Maze/Haunted House

Please send in the prompt as well as the wrestler you would like it written about. You can also make up your own if you would like to add to the collection!

#aew imagine #wwe imagine #fall fluff requests #fall fluff

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skzfairies · 2 years

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31 DAYS OF OCTOBER FLUFF

hi everyone! as you all know...october is coming up soon and since halloween in my favorite holiday — i thought i would do something special! below are 31 writing prompts that are all fall themed — and i plan on publishing a work everyday starting in october 1st! i’m very excited !!!

day 2: yuri + yuqi — horror movies ( @ateezyuri )

day 4: blaise + yeosang — baking cookies ( @yoonvvs )

day 6: jae + jeonghan — taking a walk ( @sopphre )

day 8: sunwoo + kai — hoodie season ( @sopphre )

day 10: jia + joshua — warm apple cider + sunrises ( @sopphre )

day 12: yeseul + jungkook — haunted house ( @sopphre )

day 14: willow + dino — dancing in the rain ( @svtgrls )

day 16: taylor + wonwoo — couples costume ( @ateezyuri )

day 18: sooyoung + jaemin — company trick or treat ( @nctangelz )

day 20: jieqiong + ten — ouija board ( @nctangelz )

day 22: chaewon + winter — sm halloween party ( @nctangelz )

day 24: reader x ryujin — fuzzy sweaters

day 26: reader x seungcheol — taking your kids trick or treating

day 28: reader x changbin — foggy mornings

day 30: reader x felix — black cat

day 31: reader x hongjoong — carving pumpkins

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yueebby · 8 months

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indulge me? — gojo satoru

synopsis you and gojo go on an overnight mission and it goes wrong in every way

contents so. much. pining. (2.8k words of it!?), one bed trope, whipped!gojo, ooc gojo, completely self indulgent, a lot of cardiovascular talk, they’re first years in this!

notes first time i’ve written in AGES. sorry :3 ps this is a little snippet from a satosugu x reader series im thinking about starting. thoughts?

(edit: i wrote a part ii)

Gojo Satoru was born blessed. From birth and to death he will always be honored. It wasn't his fault that the Heavens delighted in him. So when Yaga had announced that he and you would be sharing an overnight mission to Kyushu, he nearly leapt in joy (lucky him)!

You, on the other hand, were less than thrilled to find out that you were going to be traveling alone with Gojo Satoru. For two whole days. It was a death sentence.

“Make sure to text me, so I know you're not dead.” Shoko looks between you and Gojo. Either your head will implode as a result of Gojo, or he is gonna be on the receiving end of your wrath. Shoko can’t wait to see which.

“Do take pictures, I heard the onsens there are incredible.” Suguru slyly adds. Satoru perks up at his comment. The two of them share a knowing look before Gojo speaks up.

“Wanna take a dip with me once we get there, [Name]?” He looks into your eyes, his lips are quirked upwards like he’s up to no good (which he is). “I promise I won’t take a peek!” He winks.

“Keep fantasizing, Gojo.”

“Oh I will.” He hums happily. The smile on his lips is kind of cute, you decide. Just a little.

— — — — — — —

Kurokawa, you come to find out is a very small town in Kyushu. So when people start to go missing, the entire town falls into shambles. Before your trip, Yaga had made it known the enemy you’d be facing.

“A common denominator of the missing persons is that they were all young women.” He had warned you and Gojo. “It’s an unidentified curse, but I trust that the two of you will be able to handle it.”

Three missing girls. All under the age of 25. Two of which were locals, one being a tourist.

The moment you arrive on the island of Kyushu, your guard is higher than ever. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Gojo.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of some horny curse,” He looks down at you as the two of you make your way down a small street to your ryokan. Kurokawa was a traditional town, its pride resting on the old culture causing it to be untouched by modern architecture.

Unamused by his nonchalant attitude, you decide to ignore his vulgar comment, “What grade curse do you think we’re up against?”

He makes a noise to show that he’s thinking. “Does it really matter? It’ll be no match for me either way.”

You roll your eyes, “Don’t get ahead of yourself, we still have to figure out what happened to the victims.”

“I don’t see why that’s necessary, but okay.” Your snow haired peer dismisses. It makes you a bit envious that he doesn’t have to ever feel fear for his life. Must be nice.

The two of you arrived at your designated ryokan soon enough, it was a small town after all. Gojo leads the way with you following right after. You can’t discern any cursed energy in the building, but you still make a mental note to ask Gojo about it after you both are situated.

An elderly lady in an orange kimono stood behind the desk, smiling at you and you returned it back happily.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen a young couple here.” She says. That’s right, with the recent disappearance of young girls, there would be a sudden decrease of tourism around this part of town. “You certainly are a beautiful match!”

You gratefully accept her compliment, “Thank you, but we’re not–”

“Thanks granny!” Gojo wraps a strong arm around your shoulder. “I don’t know how I even managed to win her over!” There’s a wide grin on his face that makes your eye twitch. Leave it to him to tell people the two of you were together. Not only that but he totally disrespected the old lady with his informal talk!

“Unhand me, you!” You forcefully whisper at him, while trying to unwrap yourself from his hold. His arm does not budge even as you try to push it off. What the hell is this boy eating? Gojo chuckles with the old lady while you struggle.

“My, the two of you remind me so much of my husband and I in the days of our youth,” She sighs dreamily. Her age must be interfering with her memory because there was nothing inherently romantic going on between you and Gojo. “How long will you be staying here?”

“Only one night,” Gojo decides that he has tormented you enough and lets you go. He slides her his card and she pulls out something from the old wooden counter she stands behind.

A single key.

Your eyes bug out. Gojo’s eyebrows raise. You laugh nervously, face feeling warmer than it was thirty seconds ago.

“There must have been a misunderstanding. We need two rooms, ma’am.” You hold up two fingers to emphasize your point.

The smile on the old woman’s face falls, “I’m afraid I cannot do that.” Your jaw drops.

“Huh? Why not?” You press on further. Surely they could not have been booked out of all of their rooms. Tourism is at an all time low after the strange disappearances.

“I’m sure you’ve heard of the strange disappearances in the area. It’s a miracle the two of you have even decided to stay here, which I am very grateful for. That is why I must repay you back by ensuring your safety. Otherwise I must ask you to leave and stay in the next town because I will not allow you to endanger yourself so carelessly.”

You blink. Neighboring town? That was hours away. The curse was here in Kurokawa. You can’t afford to jeopardize a mission just because of your own feelings.

Gojo’s hand is halfway to the key, but he waits for your approval. You sigh.

“It’s fine, we can do one. Thank you.” You bow your head. She smiled apologetically as she handed Gojo the key. Gojo, unbothered by the revelation, whistles happily as the lady leads the way to your suite.

— — — — — — —

operation satoru x [name]!!!!

Gojosatowu added getosugu, shoko.ieiri

Gojosatowu You wont believe it!!! shoko.ieiri What the hell is this gc And what the hell is Operation satoru x [name]? getosugu how come [name] isn’t in this? Gojosatowu Ladies, ladies, one question at a time please getosugu Expect a forehead flick for that comment shoko.ieiri Stfu and just answer the questions Gojosatowu alright alright [name] and i are sharing a room in kyushu!! i may come out of this mission a changed man. shoko.ieiri someone make sure [name] is still alive and well Gojosatowu I dont appreciate your lack of faith in me >:( shoko.ieiri Keep a six feet distance from her at all times perv Gojosatowu I might have to for my own sanity. What do you think she wears to bed? shoko.ieiri You disgust me sometimes getosugu Only sometimes? shoko.ieiri Let me correct myself. You disgust me. Gojosatowu Im feeling the love :(

“What are you giggling to yourself about?” You place a hand on your hips as you watch Gojo smile at his flip phone.

“Oh don’t you worry about it,” He closes it. Weird. “What’s the living situation?”

You sigh. “Despite its traditional arrangement, there is a bed.”

Gojo perks up. “Yeesh I’m glad! If I had to sleep on the floor my back would be all sore right on a mission. Y'know how annoying that is?”

You suck your teeth. “Allow me to rephrase myself. There is only one bed.”

There is an awful silence in the room, save for your erratically beating heart. Of course the old woman decided to place you in a couple’s suite.

“Heh.” Gojo chortles happily. “Wow, this must be a divine sign from God Himself. I mean, who are we to ignore this?”

“Don’t start,” You hold out an accusatory finger at him. “I’m gonna go request an extra futon.”

He pouts, “Don’t be like that, sharing a bed with me can’t be that bad.”

“I’m willing to bet otherwise.” You walk past him. The white haired boy watches you go like a sad puppy.

— — — — — — —

You took your time getting an extra futon, using it as an excuse to get all of the nervousness out of your system of sharing the same room as Gojo Satoru. Sharing a room with a boy was already bad enough, but Gojo? Your heart skipped a beat (out of nervousness, you insist!).

By the time you make it back to the room, the lights are out. You assume that Gojo decided to go to sleep early. You don’t blame him. Tomorrow is gonna be a long day of hunting for the curse rampaging Kurokawa.

The only light source in the room is coming from the bathroom. You sigh. The idiot must’ve forgotten to turn it off. Nonetheless, you were gonna go get unready either way so you make your way to the half open door.

On the sink is a complimentary toothbrush that you help yourself to. You apply some paste and–

There is a sound of something sliding shut from behind you. You look up at the mirror. Standing behind you was Gojo. Wet. And naked.

“Oh my gosh!” You spit out your toothpaste and ran out of the room. How did you fail to see that Gojo was in the restroom? You blame it on the sliding doors separating the shower from the rest of the bathroom. Oh my gosh. Your face feels like it’s on fire. He has a six pack. And why does his stupid hair look like that when it's wet? Your heart was beating at an abnormal rate. This is so inappropriate.

Shortly after your freakout, Gojo steps out of the bathroom. There was no way you could face him now.

“Aw, don't be so shy now. It’s not like this will be the last time you’ll see me like this.” Gojo stands in the doorway. There is a towel wrapped around his waist, still leaving him indecent in your eyes.

“I don’t like what you’re insinuating Gojo! And lock the door when you’re in the restroom you creep!” You look anywhere but him.

“Hey, it wasn’t my fault, was it? You were taking so long I thought you left me here alone.” You can practically hear him pouting. “Either way, you were the one checking me out.”

Your eyes widen, “I was not checking you out! Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Don’t feel ashamed, this can all be yours,” He gestures down to his body.

“You freak.” you blanch.

He winks at you.

This was going to be a long night.

— — — — — — —

It takes you about half an hour to calm down from the bathroom catastrophe. By now, you’re situated in your futon while Gojo is tucked on the bed. If you had to guess, it’d be nearing midnight around now. You just need to close your eyes and get some sleep before your mission tomorrow.

Except you can’t sleep.

Every time you close your eyes, your mind betrays you and an image of Gojo post shower illustrates itself in your mind. And it doesn’t help that he sleeps shirtless. You seriously need your mind cleansed.

That wasn’t your only issue. The room was sub zero. Who knew traditional ryokans had such advanced air conditioning systems? All you could hear was the air conditioning machine overworking itself. You could even argue that it was colder than Shoko’s morgue. And your sleep shirt and shorts were doing little to help insulate you.

“Wanna come cuddle with me?” The last person you wanted to hear from breaks the silence. You pretend to be asleep. “I know you’re not asleep! My six eyes tell me that you’re shivering.” Busted.

“I am not cuddling with you.” You stare at the ceiling above you, arms crossed. How could he even propose such an idea? Has he no shame?

“Well I can’t face the old granny here if my girlfriend ends up dead by freezing!”

“I am not your girlfriend, Gojo. Nor will I die.”

“That’s not what she thinks. Plus we have a mission tomorrow, so I can’t have you getting sick on me now.”

“I’ll be fine, Gojo. Now go to sleep.”

“I run hot when I sleep, y’know. Let me be your personal heater.” You don’t have to see his face to know that he’s grinning.

“I refuse.”

“Well I refuse your refusal.”

You blink.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Now c'mon,” He pats the spot next to him. “I’ll even make a wall in between us.”

You hear the bedsheets shuffle and you have to sit up to see that Gojo was stacking two pillows in the middle of the bed to prove his point. You’re nearly certain that the only thing you’ll be catching soon is a headache if you keep up with his antics. It was a tempting offer, one that you would surely accept if it wasn’t Gojo Satoru.

“Gojo, I—”

“...Please?” His voice is softer than you have ever heard it. It was unfair how Gojo was making it harder and harder to reject his offer.

A silent moment passes by.

“...Fine,” You reluctantly get up from your pathetic excuse of a futon. “But no funny business!” You warn him.

You see Gojo perk up from the bed. He looks at you with expectant eyes, “You got it!” He gives you a thumbs up.

Whatever. If Gojo knew what was best for him, he wouldn’t try anything. You take in a deep breath before turning to face the opposite direction of where Gojo laid.

“Good night [Name],” You hear Gojo whisper. You sigh.

“Yeah, yeah, goodnight Gojo.”

Eyes closed, you pray a silent prayer that everything will be fine for the remainder of the mission.

— — — — — — —

Ever since Gojo was young, his body has been used to getting little amounts of sleep. Unsurprisingly, that caused him to have a natural alarm. It was always annoying whenever he woke up at the crack of dawn on a day when he didn't need to, but luckily for him, today it proved to be a blessing. There was an unfamiliar warmth radiating onto his body. Satoru opens his eyes.

He thinks he feels all of his six eyes widen when he feels himself wrapped around another body.

There you were, in all your beauty, lying fast asleep. In his embrace. Soft snores were escaping your mouth and there were stray hairs in your face. Did he mention how beautiful you looked sleeping? He might have to ask Shoko about heart disease because of how fast his heart was beating.

Unfortunately for him, you also seemed to be drifting away from dreamland and back to reality. Your eyes flutter and your eyebrows furrow. Gojo takes this to his advantage and does the worst thing he can think of; pretend to be asleep.

When you wake up, your mind is still hazy from the good night’s rest you had gotten, but not hazy enough to realize that your body was tangled with another’s. And you’re pretty sure the pillow you had been laying on last night was not this hard. You try to delude yourself into believing that this is all a dream, but the effects of your sleep were fading.

It takes all the strength in you to summon the courage to open your eyes. To your horror, you were firmly wrapped in Gojo’s arms and your legs were intertwined.

“What the hell?” You pull yourself away from him. On the floor below the bed laid the two pillows that Gojo had set up as a makeshift wall. You stare at them utter shock.

“No, don’t go, I’ll freeze to death,” Gojo whines, miraculously waking up. You glare at him.

“Explain to me what just happened or I swear Gojo, I’m going to–” You try to threaten him, but you can’t seem to formulate anything.

Unlike you, Gojo looked unbothered by the sudden turn of events. He even looked pleased. There was a lopsided smile on his face as he sighed, “What can I say, I guess you subconsciously want me after all.”

"I do not—"

“But if I had to guess, I’d say the room got too cold and we most likely cuddled for warmth unconsciously.” He shrugs it off like it was no big deal. You note that his hair is tousled from the night before.

You leave the warm bed you and Gojo had made. His theory was probably true, meaning it was neither of your faults. You purse your lips.

“I suppose that makes sense. I apologize for overreacting, I guess I was under the impression that we had done something lewd last night.” With that comment, you make your way to the bathroom to freshen up both your mind and body.

You don’t end up seeing how red Gojo’s face got. It was foreign to feel all the blood rising to his cheeks. He takes one of his hands to slap it over his eyes before chuckling to himself. Yeah, he definitely knows why he likes you.

All of a sudden Gojo feels like he’s on top of the world. For you, it was just a moment of weakness.

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gojo wished he and you got to go to the onsen together.

gojo also regretted not taking a photo of you sleeping soundly in his arms. it would’ve been his new wallpaper.

for the remainder of the trip, gojo was at an all time high, successfully locating and exorcising the curse in less than an hour.

#i’d like to think they had a meet ugly that made him fall head over heels for [name]#[name] also believes her sole purpose on this earth is to humble him hehe #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #gojou satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojou satoru x y/n #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #kt.writes.·:*¨༺#i feel like i didnt make gojo mean enough. maybe next time #remember spring days!au

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hairmetal666 · 1 month

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Eddie thought inviting Steve to the Grammys would be fine, cool, no big deal. And it should be, but Steve is walking out of the suite's bedroom wearing a burgundy tuxedo that fits him like a fucking glove. His shirt is unbuttoned just enough to let chest hair peak out, and Eddie thinks he might faint.

He's always been attracted to Steve, of course, but never let it go further than that. Like, sure, Steve was hot as fuck, and sure he was the best guy Eddie had ever met, and sometimes, yeah, he did have to force away thoughts of Steve when he jerked off, and in other circumstances he'd totally be head over heels. Just, Steve is straight, the straightest, a fucking arrow.

Eddie tears his eyes from Steve's body. "You look great, man." He slaps Steve's back. Keeping it cool; keeping it so cool.

"Psh," Steve says. "Have you looked in a mirror? Oh my god." His eyes are saucer wide as they travel down Eddie's body.

"Is it too much?" Eddie crosses his arms over his bare chest.

"Are you kidding? You're--fuck, man. You look good as hell."

He's wearing a silky burgundy shirt, open to show off the necklaces around his throat, his tattoos, the silver in his nipples. His pants are leather, tight, sitting low on his hips and putting the cut of his pelvic bone on full display. They have a lace-up closure that comes dangerously close to showing pube.

Heat rushes to his face at the compliment. "It's--you know. Hazard of the job."

"Yeah, hazard, sure. Guess it's a hard life having hot dudes literally throwing themselves at you."

Eddie barks out a laugh. "That's a vast exaggeration."

"Is it?"

He blushes harder. "You're my date tonight, Steve."

"My point exactly."

His manager and publicist usher them out the door before he can ask what the hell that meant.

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The ride is giddy and playful, Steve popping champagne to celebrate Eddie's nomination for Song of the Year, even though there's no chance in hell he wins.

Steve is happy. His face is bright with joy, eyes shining, laugh loud and infectious. He's gorgeous, knows it, will be an absolute menace on the red carpet. He's been with Eddie to parties and stuff before, doesn't have any anxiety in front of the camera and isn't obsessed with musicians like Eddie is, unafraid to meet them.

Or so Eddie thought.

Because now they're standing at the edge of the red carpet, Steve very nearly trembling next to him.

"Harrington?"

"That's--That's Madonna." Steve points to her. "We're not even ten feet away from Madonna." He gulps. "Eddie. Madonna."

Steve has met famous people before with Eddie. Ozzy, briefly, Janet Jackson, Dave Grohl, James Hetfield, and he'd always been fine. Barely batted an eye. But get him within reaching distance of Madonna and he falls apart.

Eddie doesn't think about it, grabs Steve's hand, twines their fingers together. "Okay?"

The smile Steve throws him, grateful and a little embarrassed, stabs straight through his heart. He calms as they make it up the carpet, but he doesn't drop Eddie's hand, even when they pause for pictures. In fact, he leans into it, drapes his arm around Eddie's shoulders, or around his waist, seeming to thrive the closer they are. Eddie feels this dangerous pull to indulge in it, to let himself believe it means something, and he doesn't quite have it in him to turn it off.

By the time they reach their seats, Steve is relaxed back to his normal charming and handsome self, doesn't bat an eye as Eddie introduces him around.

The show passes quickly with all the performances and Steve whispering jokes in his ear. It's the best time he's ever had at an award show, like he should have been bringing Steve along this whole time. He's so distracted that he's not really ready when Paula Abdul comes out to announce Song of the Year.

His name is read off as a nominee and Steve grabs his hand, squeezes tight. Eddie's heart flips in his chest. He's not paying attention when Paula opens the envelope, too focused on Steve's strong hand holding his. He hears her say, "And the Grammy goes to--" and everything goes fuzzy.

Steve is saying, "oh my god, oh my god, Eddie. Get up, get up."

And his fucking song is playing and everyone is cheering, a couple people slap his back, and oh shit, oh shit, he fucking won. He stands, Steve with him. He thinks they're going to hug, that's what you do in these situations, but Steve is kissing him. Not on the cheek and not a quick peck, but lip-to-lip, soft and sweet.

Steve just kissed him and he has to get on stage and give a speech. He has no idea what he says because Steve just kissed him. On the lips. On purpose. His ears are ringing and words tumble out of his mouth, thinks he says, "couldn't have done it without you, Stevie," before tripping over his feet to get backstage.

Interviews, photographs, congratulations all help him settle. He's still buzzing with the win, but aware enough now to think the kiss had to be an accident. They've been friends for nearly a decade and Steve never seemed interested in men generally or Eddie specifically.

It takes a while to finish up the backstage business, but when he makes it to his seat, Steve just beams at him. He doesn't mention the kiss, which makes Eddie think he's overreacting. It wasn't a big deal. Sure, he could still feel Steve's lips, warm and soft, against his own, but it didn't mean anything. He's just too in his big gay feelings to be objective.

They don't get a chance to really talk until they're back in the limo and on their way to the after-party.

"You won," Steve says.

"I won." Eddie smiles. "Crazy."

"You deserved it."

He shrugs. "I don't know about that."

"Doesn't matter. You did." Steve fidgets with the cuff of his jacket. "About earlier, um. The kiss. I--"

Eddie feels his face heating, heart kicking up. It was nothing, he knows, and Steve shouldn't have to-- "It was an accident. It's okay. I know you don't--it was the heat of the moment and--I know you're not--you don't--"

Steve blinks a lot, emotions flashing across his face faster than Eddie can categorize.

"What if I do?" Steve asks. His voice is too soft, eyes locked on the cuff link he's fiddling with.

"You--what?"

"What if I did mean it?"

"You're straight."

Steve goes pink. "I'm really not."

"Steve?" He shrieks. "Since when?"

"Um. Since you invited me to this?"

"What the fuck?" Eddie shoves him. "What the fuck, man?"

"I know, I know!" Steve pulls his hand through his hair. "You invited me and I freaked out and I didn't know why, and Robin made the saddest little face at me. Said, 'oh, dingus, you didn't know?' How the fuck was I supposed to know!"

"I think you wanting to fuck me should've been a pretty good indication!"

"I thought that happened to everyone!"

"It doesn't!"

"That's what Robin said!"

They're both yelling.

"Jesus christ. Jesus christ," Eddie keeps repeating.

"Look, I get it if you don't want me too, dude. I know that's not how it works, but I've been pretty crazy about you without realizing it for a while now, so--"

He doesn't mean to, he really doesn't, but he laughs. Like, super loud. Like a donkey bray.

"Okay, can the driver let me out? Like, can I go? I can't--"

"Wait, wait, sweetheart." Steve's gotten up, like he's about to knock on the partition, but Eddie grabs his wrist. "Of course I want you back, you idiot, oh my god."

"Oh." Steve's ears are pink. "Oh. Well. That's good."

Eddie huffs. "Just good? I won a Grammy and the guy I've been pining over for years wants me back. I'm having the night of my life."

"Shut-up." Steve's smile is so big, his eyes so bright.

He raises an eyebrow. "Make me," he says in his lowest register, but he's truly not prepared for it when Steve clambers over to him and lowers himself to straddle Eddie's hips.

"Holy shit," Eddie whispers. "Holy shit, Steve."

He give a wry little smile, eyes locked on Eddie's mouth. "Baby, can I kiss you?"

"Yes." Eddie clears his throat. "Yes, please, do that. Yeah."

Only, he doesn't. He's straddling Eddie, they're so close their breath mingles, and Steve's eyes flicker between Eddie's mouth and his eyes, lips so close to touching but not.

"C'mon, asshole," Eddie says.

"I knew you'd be a brat." He whispers. He wraps his hands into Eddie's hair. "Been dying to do this."

And then they're kissing. They're kissing and it steals all of Eddie's breath and his thoughts, and it's new but it's also like they've been kissing forever, like their lips and tongue know each other, like coming home.

He whines, high-pitched and breathy, and Steve laughs, kisses him deeper, moves closer, and Eddie feels how hard Steve is, the persistent pulse of him. And shit Eddie's close, on the brink just from this, from nothing, oh my god.

Steve's hands drift down Eddie's torso, mapping his chest and his stomach, coming to rest at the laces of his pants. "These have been driving me insane," Steve breaks the kiss to say. "Been thinking about undoing them all night."

"Fuck, sweetheart, you can't say shit like that," Eddie groans.

"Why not?"

"Because--because," Eddie sputters but then Steve's lips are on his neck and he's rolling his hips for friction.

Steve's fingers find the laces again, trace against them. Eddie's legs fall open, arching into the touch. "We're going to be so late," he murmurs as Steve's fingers get to work.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ficlet #fluff #friends to lovers #famous eddie munson #regular guy steve harrington #feelings confession #oblivious steve harrington #the grand tradition of steve harrington not realizing he's bi #eddie falls first steve falls harder #eddie's so cool about it #grammy award winning eddie munson #vaguely inspired by lupita and joseph at the oscars #driver roll up the partition please #a little bit spicy

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nonranghaes · 3 months

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"you made these...?"

mingyu can't stop staring at the box of cinnamon rolls, face heating up. from scratch? you hadn't really admit it at first until he asked where you got them, and now... the thought's really sinking in. you made these for him? for him? why him?

you nod. "from scratch," you affirm again. he's repeated the sentence twice now, still floored. "if they're not good, you can throw them away--i don't mind. don't force yourself to eat them or anything--"

he's already taking one out and taking a bite, and immediately he tastes the love first and the sweetness of cinnamon and sugar and cream cheese frosting second. how many batches have you made? how long did it take you to perfect this? and why would you spend your time making it for him...?

"they're perfect--" he says, although it's through a mouthful of cinnamon roll. he apologizes immediately, swallowing the bite. "they're delicious. you really made these for me?"

you nod again. sheepish as can be, you make some excuse about going grocery shopping as you take off down the hall. mingyu pushes the door shut with his shoulder, and trails back into the apartment. seokmin and minghao look up from their drama.

"the neighbor again?" minghao already knows immediately. mingyu nods, and minghao continues on, "what is it this time?"

"nothing." he closes the box. where can he hide these? no one else gets to have them. normally, mingyu would share... but something in him wants to be possessive. no sharing these. not when you looked so cute giving them to him.

seokmin's casual as can be: "it smells good--"

"it's not. don't eat them." he pushes them onto the top of the fridge. "okay?" he's already grabbing his keys and his wallet.

minghao leans over the arm of the couch as he watches mingyu slip into his shoes. "where are you going now?"

mingyu's eyes are twinkling when he looks up. "grocery store. i'm making dinner tonight. i'll be back!"

the door shuts. the two share a look. maybe neither of them will win the bet if the two of you continue to be oblivious like this.

#nonranghaes.thoughts #nonranghaes.svt #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagine #svt x reader #svt imagine #seventeen x you #svt x you #mingyu x reader #mingyu x you #kim mingyu fluff #kim mingyu x reader #kim mingyu x you #svt fluff #seventeen fluff #the svt members would have appreciated me making cinnamon rolls from scratch theyd fall in love w me--#(<- me being delulu. ok but vernon would. vernon would.)

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azzo0 · 3 months

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She's the one.

Inspiration: this

Summary: You bring an umbrella and a warm drink to Bakugo while it's raining. And that's when he knows- you're the one for him.

Pairing: Bakugo x f!reader

not proofread <3

Katsuki left school in a hurry while his friends were still packing their bags and taking their sweet time chatting with each other. His old hag had asked him to bring some groceries on the way home. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he sighed, checking the list of groceries his mother sent over text. He could get them from the grocery store near his house.

He put his phone back in his pocket, walking down his usual route home, when he felt a drop of water fall on his nose. He wiped it, frowning when he felt more drops of water fall on his head. He looked up to see it had started raining. He didn't have an umbrella with him.

"Fuck."

Meanwhile, back in class, you were helping Uraraka clean the classroom since it was your guys' turn today. You hummed to yourself, cleaning the chalkboard, the sounds of tapping on the window catching your attention. You opened the window, holding your hand out, feeling the cold drops of water fall on your palm.

"It's raining, huh?" Uraraka said, adjusting the desks.

"Yeah," your mind went back to your spiky-haired friend. You were aware he never had an umbrella in his locker. "Katsuki must be cold..."

"Aw, are you thinking about Bakugo?" Uraraka teased.

"Shush. I was just wondering if he has an umbrella."

The brunette took the board eraser from your hand, giving you a smile. "You should go after him. I'll finish the rest."

"No, it's okay. Let's just finish-"

"Oh, hush, y/n. I said I'll take care of rest, right?" Uraraka handed you your bag.

"Thank you, Ochaco." You grinned, running out of the classroom and down to the lockers. You took out your umbrella, opening it when you stepped outside the school building. It was pouring heavily now, accompanied by the cold wind. You shivered, pulling your blazer up to cover your nose. Katsuki must be soaking to the bone, you thought yourself.

And he was.

He muttered a string of curses, grimacing at the feeling of his shirt and blazer clinging to his skin. He hugged himself when the cold air hit his already wet body. This is why he hated rain. It did nothing but irritate him.

He stopped in his tracks when he heard someone call his name. He stood there, eyebrows knitted in concentration as he tried to listen through the pitter-patter of the rain. He glanced back to see a girl running towards him in the distance, calling his name.

His chest warmed when he saw it was you. The girl he'd grown close to over the last few months. The girl who managed to drill her way into his head and make him feel butterflies just by her voice. The girl he wasn't sure he wanted to be 'just friends' with.

You stopped in front of him, almost slipping. You panted, grinning at him with your cheeks flushed from running. Bakugo gulped, his heart dancing.

"You left without an umbrella." You said.

"So you came running here just to give me an umbrella?" Bakugo raised an eyebrow. He noticed you clutching two paper cups of something to your chest.

"Yeah, I knew you didn't have one." You said, holding out the umbrella for him to hold. Bakugo grumbled, taking the umbrella. You gave him one of the warm cups you were holding.

"What's that?"

"Hot chocolate," you replied. "I grabbed these on the way. Thought you were cold."

He took the drink from you, looking down at the cup in his hand, feeling his face heat up. "Thanks..." he mumbled.

"No problem!" You grinned. "I just came to give you these. I should get to the bus stop now."

"Wait a damn minute, you idiot." He held the cup and the umbrella in the same hand, grabbing your hand with the other before you turned to leave. "What about you?"

"What?"

"Yer going to get wet."

"Oh, don't worry. The bus stop's not too far from here."

"No. My place is just a minute away. You're coming with me. Don't want you blaming my ass when you get sick 'cause I took your umbrella."

"I-is that okay?"

"Of fucking course it is." He snorted.

"Alright then." You blushed as he held the umbrella in between you two so you were both shielded from the rain.

Bakugo glanced at you walking beside him, bringing the opening in the lid to his mouth to sip on the warm and sweet liquid. He studied your side profile, the sleeping butterflies in his stomach waking up. Warmth took over Bakugo's previously cold body. You ran all the way in the rain just to give him a warm drink and an umbrella. How could he not fall for you?

She's the one, his heart murmured. Bakugo subtly smiled to himself, shifting closer to you to relish your warmth.

#i wanna fall in love ahhhhhhhhh #;-;#bakugo #bnha #mha #bakugou #katsuki #katsuki bakugo #kacchan #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #bakugo fluff

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nkogneatho · 3 months

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ೀ.ᐟ⭒๋ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 who's experiencing love for the first time. He's been rejected so many times that he thought history would repeat again. So the moment you said "yes", it took him five whole minutes to process everything.

Shinichiro doesn't know how to act around you. He is usually so confident but it all mellows down the moment his eyes land on you. You're so beautiful. How did he get so lucky? When you touch him, his blood rushes and his body heats up. Although, his words aren't quivering like his hands are. But when you kiss him, it's even better. He is shaking, not because he is nervous but he is used to manhandling everything. and you're a fragile flower in his eyes that will get it's petal bruised at the slightest harsh touch. So he takes it slow, hands lightly brushing up your waist with lips so pillowy. He doesn't dominate you for now. He let's you do your thing. Let's you tell him how much you want him.

When you straddle on his lap, his pale skin turns peach, but he manages to shoot you a smirk. You start grinding as you press your lips further into him and god...shit! He feels like he'd die. You're so hot. So needy. Your heat is nestling his cock under those jeans. The way you slightly whine in desperation has him falling in love. He loves you. All of you.

#oh look...i am totally not falling for him...right...totally. not me haha #shinichiro x reader #shinichiro sano #shinichiro smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #sano shinichiro #shinichiro fluff #sano shinichiro x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #tokrev x reader #shinichiro x you

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 5 months

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you’re watching the maury show on your computer when katsuki marches into your room without a word and flops down next to you on your bed.

“ hello to you, too.” you snort. his words are muffled by your sheets but you’re about 90% sure he told you to shut up, you ignore it.

he lays face down on your bed for a while not saying anything and you know he’s had a long day and wants to be close to you without actually talking. you don’t mind, you’ll give him his space until he reaches out himself.

and he does after a little bit, turning his head around to face you as he looks from you to your computer screen, eyes focusing on the woman screaming that the man she cheated on her husband with was 100% not the father of her baby, mixed with the cheers of the audience.

he looks at you and raises a brow “ what’s happenin ?”

“ lady cheated on her husband with his brother.” you respond.

“ his brother ?” he repeats. his eyebrows furrow and you know he’s hooked. if there’s one thing katsuki loves but will never admit he does, it’s trash tv.

you nod, grinning somewhat evilly “his brother. now they’re trying to find out which one’s the father.”

he hums, scooting himself closer to you so he can see the screen too. he flips himself around so his neck isn’t craned at that awkward angle anymore and settles himself down right next to you. hook, line and sinker.

he wraps his arm around your shoulder and shoves his head in your neck, breathing you in. you both don’t say anything. “do you want me to play it from the beginning for you ?” he shakes his head in your neck. you reach your hand up to scratch at his scalp and you smile when he sighs. he holds you a little tighter, pressing feather light kisses into your neck.

katsuki’s never been good at expressing himself with any other emotion that isn’t anger. it makes him feel stupid and weak and soft. he’s had a long fucking day and he doesn’t wanna talk about it, simply wanting to indulge in you but he can’t tell you that, can’t find the words to, so he tries to find other ways to tell you and he hopes you understand and you do.

katsuki’s thankful for you because sometimes he wants to talk, wants to open up about what’s bothering him but sometimes he doesn’t. he doesn’t and you don’t pry when you know he doesn’t and he’s so thankful for you. he presses kisses on your skin and soft bites at your flesh to convey just how thankful he is, how grateful he is for having you. he hopes every warm press of his lips against your skin can convey how much he loves you loving him. and it does, because you turn your head and kiss the side of his head so sweetly and he knows you’re it for him.

he’ll tell you all of this one day, he promises. he’ll tell you all the thoughts swimming around in his head one day, but he hopes this’ll do for now. and unknowingly to him, it absolutely does.

he pulls his head out of your neck and kisses you hard on the cheek one, two, three times and you giggle. you feel him smile into your cheek when he kisses you a fourth time.

“fuck’re they screamin’ about ?” he says and you turn to look back at the screen. the woman is yelling at her husband’s brother vehemently denying the possibility of him being her baby’s father. you feel a little bad for laughing. “ she says he’s not the dad” you answer.

he clicks his tongue “ why the fuck is she on the show then.” he says, turning his attention back to your computer but his grip on you stays secure. you press yourself a little closer to him.

you’re still smiling lightly when you look back at your screen, simply shrugging. “ she said something about her having more sex with her husband than with him.” you answer and he snorts.

“ ten bucks neither one of them’s the father.”

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novelbear · 7 months

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"just close your eyes" - some scarily soft spooky prompts for your otp

prompt list by @novelbear

"we should do matching costumes this year, how cute would that be?"

going to a pumpkin patch to pick out the perfect one to carve

recording and fondly laughing at the other as they trigger all the Halloween displays in the stores

sniffing and making a guessing game with all the new scented candles out

painting a pumpkin date night >>>>

"i didn't know that would scare you so much, i'm sorry love."

one not being to focused on carving their own pumpkin because they're too worried about the other getting hurt while carving theirs :(

"watch your fingers, hon', careful..."

or "here, let me help you..."

purposely suggesting a horror movie (even though they know they themselves hate horror movies) just so they have an excuse to cuddle up for the night

"we can turn it off and do something else if you want."

"your scream is kind of cute im sorry."

holding their hand and whispering soft reassurances while guiding them through a haunted house

when they instinctively put a protective arm out to protect the other when an actor tries to jump out and scare them

"it's almost over...i'm right here."

decorating the home together

^ holding a ladder steady for the other one when they're trying to put something higher up

handing out candy for the little ones together on halloween night.

sharing childhood photos of old costumes

#otp prompts #writing prompts #imagine your otp #otp writing #writeblr #prompt list #fluff prompts #romance prompts #dialogue prompts #halloween prompts#seasonal prompts #fluffy prompts #fluff #fall prompts #request

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angrelysimpping · 2 years

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October Prompt Day 19: Ghosts

GN Harper (they/them); GN Reader (you/your); again, Ivory Wraith is fucking with ya; set in the asylum; doctor/patient; implied past abuse

Words: 475

“You’re progressing well, but that’s all the time we have for today.”

That’s your queue to leave. If you stay, Harper will call in the orderlies, and you’ll get escorted out. If you’re lucky, that’s all that will happen.

Harper quirks a brow, their smile never faltering as you fidget in your seat, fingers twisting into the hem of your patient gown as you try to make up your mind.

“Are you-”

“I-I’ve been having nightmares,” you cut in, trying your best to keep your voice steady.

Harper cocks their head to the side. “Oh?”

You keep your head down, eyes trained on their shoes as you try to keep the slight tremor in your hands from spreading to the rest of your body. “E-Every night. I, can I talk to you about them? P-Please, Doctor?”

If you’d been looking at Harper’s face, you’d have seen how their smile widened at your words, a faint pink spreading across their cheeks.

The silence stretches on and you can’t bring yourself to look up, terrified of seeing disappointment in their eyes.

Harper stands, and you can’t help the small flinch at the sudden movement, squeaking out an apology that the doctor only acknowledges with a hum as they walk past your seat. Poking their head out of their office door, they exchange a few hushed words with the orderlies.

Harper shuts the door. “Tell me about your nightmares.”

You relax, but only a little, taking a deep breath as you try to soothe yourself.

“There’s a pale figure. Red eyes, long hair. They follow me, haunting me. L-Like a ghost, almost. Says I stole something from them b-but I d-don’t, I don’t remember taking anything, from anyone. I don’t-” you cut yourself off, taking another shuddering breath.

“Is that all?”

You shake your head no frantically, eyes screwing shut as you try to think. “I s-see them,” you whisper. “I see them when I wake. On t-top of m-me. H-Hurting me. I-” your throat constricts, tears burning in the corners of your eyes.

“Remember your exercises.”

Your eyes snap open, finding Harper only millimeters away from you, bright eyes boring into yours.

Your exercises. Right. The things Doctor Harper had taught you to do when your emotions were spinning out of control.

You lurch out of the chair, arms wrapping around the doctor. They chuckle, hand coming to rest on the small of your back. You press against them, tucking your face into the crook of their neck and breathing deeply. Harper always smelled clean. Clean and sweet. And something else. Something that you couldn’t place but it made you feel warm all over.

“How about I run a sleep study for you, hm?”

You nod, taking another deep, shaking breath as you start to calm down. Doctor Harper would take care of you, they always did.

#degrees of lewdity #harper the doctor #tw doctor/patient #cw doctor/patient #fall fluff #tw past abuse #cw past abuse

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run2min · 3 months

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SYNOPSIS! Have you ever spoken to Sunghoon? No. Will you ever muster up the courage to speak to him? Probably not. But that’s not going to stop you from admiring him from afar is it? Unknowingly to you, Sunghoon has been admiring you too, will you ever talk to him? That’s for you to find out ;)

GENRE! Basketball player!hoon x artist fem!reader, collage au, strangers to lovers, Sunghoon is so down bad

CAUTION! inappropriate jokes, cursing, a little suggestive, more to be added

TAGLIST! (CLOSED) @nyfwyeonjun @sincerelyrki @woninluv @ckline35 @boyfiejay @lcv3lies @seunnimg @reallyspaghetti @nxzz-skz @jaeyunluvr @sungookie @erehkinnie30 @pkjay @laylasmother @saythenameseventeen178 @hoondiors @angelcob @who-tf-soddhi @skepvids @simjyunnie @bee-the-loser @haechansbbg @leep0ems @moons-v @hoonieluv @jakeyverse @enhastolemyheart @jisungstuff @sasfransisco @wooziswife

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PROFILES: happy family || grave robbers -Yuj because she’s on a ‘social media detox’ 🤢🙅‍♀️🙅‍♂️

01 | bro

02 | TOMATO TOMATO 🍅

03 || HOW MANY NOTIFICATIONS?

04 || JUSTIN BIEBER MENTIONED 🦅

05 || GET MOGGED

06 || do you ever stfu

07 || your dog has rabies

08 || point and laugh

09 || HAPPY JUNGWON DAY

10 || bye (with rizz)

11 || 💡idea

12 || NO REGRETS 🫡🫡

13 || pop off

14 || Jungwoo looks so fine

15 || but I’m happy happy happy

#run2min #falling #park sunghoon #sunghoon suggestive #sunghoon smau #enhypen smau #enha smau #sunghoon #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon x y/n #sunghoon x you #sunghoon fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen x you #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x female reader

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beangfrisky · 1 year

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singledad!kuroo notices you running at the park every morning while he takes his little girl for a stroll. you always make sure to wave sweetly at his daughter as you pass by. he tries his best to be subtle when he turns around to check you out.

singledad!kuroo finally makes a move when he arrives early one day to find you stretching. he rolls the stroller near you and catches your eye. hand behind his head apologetically, he blames his daughter for being the one that wants to say hi.

singledad!kuroo lets you get back to your run after a few minutes of small talk. you offer to meet at the playground when you’re done. the smile on his face doesn’t fade until he sees you again an hour later. tries to hide how happy he is to finally talk to you but it’s so obvious

singledad!kuroo makes sure to pay for your ice cream when the truck just happens to stop by as you talk at the playground. he also makes sure to say ‘see you tomorrow’ and in his head adds ‘and every day after that’. he is so stoked to get to know the runner he’s been dreaming about

am i the queen of writing for single dads yet

atsumu sakusa iwaizumi osamu

oikawa

#okay so kuroo comes off a little creepy here #but the man is obsessed when he falls in love #it’s definitely all or nothing #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #kuroo testuro #kuroo x reader #kuroo scenarios #haikyuu headcannons #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader

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tubbytarchia · 2 months

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For the ranchers a bit more shleep i just really like charakters comfy and nice:Dc /nf

Eepies. Jimmy woke up to really sore wings but its okay because Tango

#(I cannot imagine avians sleeping on their backs lest they have special mattresses or something but hnng. For the domestic fluff...)#team rancher #rancher duo #solidaritek #I imagine Tango is not nearly as much of a ray of sunshine in the mornings as Jimmy is. Jimmy finds it endearing though 100%#I also imagine Tango moves the hell around in his sleep and tangles them both up with his tail #He's gonna try to apologize a thousand times for “making you sleep on your back” but Jimmy won't let him #ALSO what does /nf mean lol. Every other day I see another new tone indicator that I cant figure out the meaning of #please feel free to use brackets to circumvent my stupidity. I do not know the hip things... I am but a boomer noobie #trafficshipping #trafficblr #I have so many other rancher asks in my inbox that could fall under this #Rancher cuddles and smol Tango and this and that hhrr but I will... I will get to them... in time....#never enough rancher content #also laying on someone when they laugh so their chest bounces up and down etc. Oh it makes me weak. Not that I know what its like lol #but it feels cute...#tubby art

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earthtooz · 1 year

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one big brain dump tbh but a lot of fluff and swearing !

you fall for bakugou katsuki first.

he's unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with in the hero world. many have had their eyes on bakugou ever since he was a mere hero course student. safe to say he did not disappoint.

now climbing to one of the top hero spots, dynamight is widely adored by japan. despite crowning one of the most 'undesirable' personalities a hero can have, his fans equated him to a pomeranian and moved on to the latest papparazi photo taken at the time.

before the public, you adored bakugou katsuki first.

as a classmate, he pushed you to your limit without even knowing, invigorating you with a spirit to keep fighting. as a friend (you got there in the end), he entertained you with his grumbling, liked to carry your bag for you despite your reluctance, and kept you company throughout rigorous study periods.

somewhere along the way, you realised you adored bakugou katsuki, a lot more than friends should.

now as a coworker in his agency, he keeps you company during late hours, sends you off on missions with a 'come back alive, idiot', and delivers you gifts when things are going rough.

fate plays her cards and bakugou katsuki now finds himself falling even harder for you. five years after your revelation.

when he looks you in the eye there is something akin to determination in them and it alights pure admiration in his veins. despite your kindness, you are strengthened by ambition and purpose alone, and he finds himself caught in your magnetic field.

but these newfound feelings come to him as effortlessly as water flows down a stream after a downpour; destined to feel this way for you, helpless against the currents of life. after a long drought, he feels refreshed and rejuvenated by the energy you bring to his life.

he loves the little notes you stick on his desk, often paired with smiley faces, stupid jokes, or reminders that range from 'drink water!' or 'see you at the meeting at 1! :p'. he loves the daily lunch runs you have together, sometimes it's easier to get to work when he knows you're there with him. he loves that you're workout buddies, always giving him extra 'fun' challenges during his session by sitting atop him during push-ups or planks, or clinging to him like a koala as he does pull-ups.

bakugou katsuki loves you so naturally that you've been embedded in the little cracks of the hectic lives you both lead.

you're his homescreen and lockscreen, there's a plushie you gave him in third year sitting in his large-ass bedroom, there's a photo of you and him on his office desk, even more polaroids at home, and there's a designated mug for you in his cabinet for when you come over. it's used approximately twice a week.

bakugou doesn't want to show it, really, he doesn't, but he finds himself staring at you too often, too softly. there's a multitude of paparazzi photos of you two, the cameras catching the obvious shift in his eyes when it's you he's next to, looking at you with a grin as you ramble excitedly to him.

mina's never fails to send one whenever she sees them.

she even sent him a photo that was taken whilst he was walking through the street, too engaged with his phone to realise cameras pointed at him. the wild part is that there is a gentle, heartfelt smile etched on his face.

‘texting y/n? down bad.’

the acid user was blocked that day. she was right though.

the sad part is that he can recall exactly which text you sent that had him that giddy; it was a selfie of you and a pomeranian from patrol, paired with some joke that you found bakugou whilst out. whilst he would've blown anyone up who made the comparison to his face, he found himself zooming in on your bright smile, heart aching with a familiar longing.

he hates you. he hates you so bad that it hurts not to have you.

every reminder that you weren't his pains him even more. at his core, bakugou is nothing more than a bitter, jealous son of a bitch, but he can't help it. he's sacrificed too much to get to the top, but he doesn't want to lose you.

not when you look so beautiful- so ethereal laughing with that extra ‘hero’, monoma. under the gala lights, in your outfit, you were truly beautiful, and bakugou finds himself stunned by your allure, stomping over to you in a vulnerable moment of bewitchment.

he doesn't know how many people he pushed aside in the crowd, ignoring their grunts and gasps to reach you.

you, sweet, radiant, undeniable you find him first, meeting him in the middle with an even brighter smile.

despite being in the middle of a stuffy, packed floor, filled to the brim with heroes, sidekicks, reporters and managers alike, it is only you and bakugou. the intimacy causes him to feel overwhelmed by your glow; the tie he's donning suddenly tightening around his neck, causing him to choke on his words.

there's a sudden urge to get to his knees and start praising the ground you stand on.

"hi," you murmur.

"hey,” he responds, briefly scanning you up and down. “you look nice.”

you laugh at his compliment, masking the violent heartbeat of your chest. "thank you, katsuki. i think you look dashing."

the blond offers you his arm. you take it without much thought. "of course i do. if i wanna stand next to you i have to look worthy of it."

you fall first for bakugou katsuki.

but he's waiting at the bottom to catch you in his arms.

#i love the 'falls first but falls harder' trope... it's so cute... and i failed miserably #subpar writing #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fluff #bnha fluff #bakugou fluff #bakugo fluff #bakugou imagine #bakugo imagine #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader

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