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Eddie reads with one hand, it’s a trick he took many years to learn, or rather, it just took that long for his hands to be big enough to do it.
Anyway, because he can do this he tends to lay on his back, his free arm tucked under his head as he reads.
This night, Steve is led on his side, back to him. Eddie isn’t sure if he is asleep, but it’s past midnight, and Steve had a very early start, so he wouldn’t be surprised.
As for Eddie, he had promised to finish after one more chapter, but that had been a few hours ago, and as he turns another page, Steve turns, moving into Eddies space.
Eddie automatically moves the arm from under his head, allowing Steve to move closer, resting his head on Eddie’s now outstretched arm. So when Eddie turns to look at him, their lips brush, causing a shuddering sigh to escape Steve, his hand moving to run across Eddie’s stomach to his side, pulling, to draw Eddie onto his side, bringing him closer. Eddie moves, lowering his book, dropping it to the bed as Steve moves his lips slow and soft against Eddie’s.
Bringing his now free hand up, Eddie gently runs his fingers over stubbled skin, relishing the feel as the pads catch on the hair.
The kiss remains slow, soft, lips simply moving across each other. It wasn’t passionate. It wasn’t hot and heavy. It was simply just them enjoying the feel of each others lips.
They kiss, hands gently caressing for a while, soft sighs escaping them both until Steve pulls back, blinking slow, a smile on his red kissed lips.
“I only came for a cuddle.”
Eddie smiles, nudging his nose against Steve’s, before brushing his lips against his husbands once again.
“Are you complaining Mr Munson?” Eddie asks against the lips caught by his once again.
“Not at all, love.” Steve answers, kissing Eddie in a way only those that truly love do.
This was inspired by something that happened with my wife and I.
#steddie#stranger things#eddie munson#ao3 author#steve harrington#steve and eddie#steddie drabble#thank you#ao3#ao3 writer#fluff#kiss#sweet#flufflet
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Fluffy February #4- Learn
Suits / Marvey / Rated T
Harvey Reginald Specter had unironically been called brilliant more than once in his life, and he wasn’t inclined to disagree. He was smart, determined, able to think on his feet and improvise, anticipate, manipulate. He worked hard to get where he was; he was always hungry for a win and rarely left unsatisfied.
Harvey knew he could court Mike. He knew he could seduce him. But he was more than aware of his own deficits too. Entire skill sets had been forgone in favor of easier, more lucrative ones, and he’d never quite mastered anything approaching a normal healthy relationship. That was problematic.
After Mike and Rachel called it quits, Harvey saw an opportunity. He waited until caseloads were relatively under control, until Mike seemed to be ready to move on, until Harvey couldn’t possibly wait any longer to take a step down a path he’d been contemplating for too long.
Harvey wasn’t under any delusions of keeping things casual; he’d hurt too many people with his ignorance in relationships and would not be so careless this time. Not with Mike.
He wanted to discover what it would feel like to unleash his full charm on Mike. He wanted to explore all the different ways he could make Mike laugh or grin or gasp or relax. He wanted to master his Saturday night desires and memorize his Sunday morning bed head.
So Mike, almost dazed, agreed to a date. And then another. It felt natural to be together, to eat and talk and flirt and trade small touches and even a few kisses. It was thrilling and still simple.
On the third, Harvey proposed a walk through the park on the way to an early dinner. Mike was visibly working up the nerve to talk about whatever was going on between them, so Harvey steered them toward a bench. Here, Harvey swallowed his pride and explained that he really had no idea what he was doing. He knew that he was interested in Mike. He knew he wanted to see how they could be together. He knew he was serious and sincere about Mike. Harvey Reginald Specter held Mike’s hand and explained that his brilliance did not in any way extend to relationships, but if Mike was willing to be patient with him, he intended to learn.
@fluffyfebruary
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Big boy pants…
“Kier has grown again,” Kara informs Lena as she held their son in a button up shirt just a bit to small causing peek-a-boo holes down his torso.
“That’s the third time in two months,” Lena said, trying to hide her laughter. “Luna wasn’t this bad.”
“Kryptonian boys are different,” Kara shrugs. “They grow quickly, while the girls grow at a more steady pace.”
“Did you know this would happen?” Lena’s brow arches dangerously.
“Ugh, I knew, umm, it was a possibility, but our children are also half human, so…”
“Will he keep growing?”
“No, at about 10, he’ll be his adult size.”
“You do realize this means he will have to be home schooled until he’s 16 or people will wonder why we have a giant for a son.”
“Well we could just tell everyone I’m Supergirl.”
Lena just scowled and took her son. “Let go and get you some big boy pants. You stay home. You’re on time out.”
“I’m on what?”
“You heard me, telling the world our secret,” Lena muttered in disbelief. “Kier your Jeju is crazy.”
#supercorp baby#supergirl families#kara x lena#flufflet#supercorp#supergirl#lena x kara#kara danvers#lena luthor
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BERNIE BEAR
SHE!!!!
IS!!!!
FREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
After four years of bitter defeat, each worse than the last, WE HAVE FINALLY WON. The sweet taste of liberation from Third Place now graces the lips upon every Bernie Bro and Gal. Bask in this moment, for we have crushed the Engage resistance and have avenged our humiliating loss against the snake woman menace. True to our word, she is now thrown into the fire where she belongs.
Pen your riveting fiction, water your carnivorous plants, sew your furever friends, hum your dainty songs and feast upon your scrumptious cakes, for our ceaseless efforts have revealed Bernadetta to all, and she is eternal: her adorable visage glistening with the found courage that fuels her unyielding faithful; our love, the kindling, berning bright with passion aflame.
Do not forget this moment. Let this victory bloom vindication upon your breast, for Bernie shall always prevail; her quiver, aiming true with every fling of an arrow, piercing our hearts with pure, endless love.
BERNADETTA FOREVERRRRRRRR!!!
(Source for last image.)
#bernadetta von varley#fire emblem three houses#fire emblem heroes#choose your legends#bernie bear#my precious child#maybe I'll write a Felibern Flufflet to celebrate???
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You remember that thing we just talked about on discord w the mantra? Can I bls have that if it isn't a trouble? 🥺
Of course, because it is beautiful, everyone have some Munver fluff, on the house, there's a hint of hurt comfort. Feat. OCD Jason and CPTSD Eddie! TW for discussion self harm (Scratching and burning)
Jason rocked gently, humming tunelessly to himself. The truth was, sometimes Eddie wanted to tease him about it, but not now. Now would be the worst time.
Eddie was curled behind him, arms gently holding Jason's wrists.
He could feel the edge of Jason's old scars peeking from the edge of Jason's hoodie, but he fought the urge to rub them. He was just trying to soothe, but Jason said it made it feel worse.
But this they could do, arms around each other, curled into a C shape on the bed and letting Jason rock until the compulsion to do so calmed. It was Jason's trade, for resisting the compulsion to scratch and scratch until he got the rot out.
The shape reminded Eddie of something, though.
"I'm gonna try something, something repetitive. Is that okay?" He murmured it near Jason's shoulder.
Jason nodded, the nod repeating a few times. Eddie was so used to it, he could count the nods along with him. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.
Eddie snuck his thumb up to Jason's hands, "All of my thoughts are just like a wave, I watch them go up, and then wash away."
He traced a curve on the palm, around and into a deep crest, and then back out.
"All of my thoughts are just like a wave, I watch them go up, and then wash away."
He traced it again, and again and again. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.
Gradually the rocking slowed so that it wasn't so violent, the humming evening into the rhythm that Eddie set. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.
"I don't know if it will help. This is what I do when I think about when I was..." Eddie could see lightning flashing in a stormy red sky, feel the breath of a demobat on his skin, "There."
"What is it for?" Jason's voice was wrung out, hoarse from the ceaseless, open mouthed humming.
"It's grounding, for me," Eddie traced the shape again, "Like a mantra."
"All of my thoughts are just like a wave, I watch them go up, and then wash away," Jason's hands curled into Eddie's and he traced it back with shaky fingers, his hands tripping over Eddie's rings.
"It's like... I'm here. Wherever I worry I am, I'm here," Eddie whispered.
Eddie tugged him just a little closer, pressing a soft kiss to the sharp blade of Jason's shoulder.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine. Nine kisses on his shoulder.
Jason's breath crested, soft and gentle. Like a wave.
#munver#tigerfreak#asks#tigerfreak ficlet#ocd jason carver#cptsd eddie munson#tw self harm mention#scratching#tw compulsions#hurt comfort and flufflet#jason x eddie#eddie x jason#do we like the colors#is it fun
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Additional Tags: Established Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Fluff
Series: Part 14 of “Quotation is a serviceable substitute for wit.”
Summary:
a bit of fluff
from @notjustamumj
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I've been rereading Three Bells, and Milena will forever be a favourite of mine so would it be something you'd try to have Lambert/Aiden/Volthere/Milena ? Maybe with 💘 or 💜 ?
Have a flufflet, darling Anon!
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Flufflet the second is up! 😁
Ortegas & Pike: Campfire in the Captain’s Cabin on AO3
Rated Gen, 305 words
Prompts: Marshmallow + Chocolate
Summary:
Erica's got the best idea ever.
All she’s gotta do is convince the captain of it, too.
#chaosfic#fluffiest flufffest#star trek strange new worlds#star trek#star trek snw#erica ortegas#christopher pike#captain pike
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HEY ALYSSA.
5, 6, 13 and 22 for the asks, please and thank you!
HOWDY RACHAEL. Thanks for these! Hope your night is going great!!
5- Great fluff piece
I answered this one already but there can never be too much fluff so here's another one: @keldabe-kriff's Breathtaking Sunrise. Actually, all of Lyr's Small Joys because they're exactly what's on the tin - flufflets that are just about finding the magic in the little things. This one is a particularly sweet moment between Joel & Ellie that I think about often.
6- Interesting AU
Starman by @imtryingmybeskar. Its a really cool take on an intergalactic soulmate AU with Ezra, and it's beautifully descriptive. AND THERE'S A DOG.
13- A detail from canon that was expanded on
The way that @writeforfandoms expanded on and interpreted the personalities of the Kingsman characters with the dragons in Tangled Up. I love those creatures. Especially Tequila. He's just a big friendly pit bull who doesn't know he's enormous.
22- Fic(s) you could do a whole powerpoint presentation on
Since this one has the parenthetical plural option, here's three:
The Prickleverse by @insomniamamma
Clean Sheet by @haylzcyon
AND
Root Pearl by you.
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A Little Time - Jude Matheson/Ellie Sutton
A/N: Another little flufflet for Jude (who belongs to @jmathesonandsiblings ) and Ellie, who is his bae in crossover-verse (matheson-verse) for shadow world only.
It had taken a little time for Ellie to admit she needed Jude to feel safe. She had been determined to sleep alone. Staying with him, at his shop and home, helped a little. She did sleep, fitfully. Then the nightmares start. She’s silent at first, shivering and forcing herself to wait them out, but after a week of rough sleep that only gets easier in the back of the shop where she knows Jude will hear if she had a nightmare, she admits she needs his help to rest.
She’s silent the first time, slipping into his lap as he works, shivering and clearly trying not to sob, her breath hitching at the first soft brush of fingers across her hair, his murmured ‘Hush now’ making it easier to slip into sleep. She hadn’t known how to ask for this but his quietness as he works allows her to sleep even as he works, her quiet softness relaxed against him even as she finally finds peace. She is home, here, in his arms.
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Not So Kinky - Stevie Nash/Faith Cadogan
A/N: Like the title says, more of a flufflet than smut but still covers the ‘medical play’ prompt from @kinkuary
Stevie had almost laughed when Faith first showed her the ‘medical kink’ community. Working in the NHS made it hard to find things like that sexy, not that she minded occasionally finding reasons to help Faith strip down at the end of the day.
Nobody needed to know that their medical play consisted solely of work clothes and scrubs being peeled off one another before retiring to bed, although Faith had noticed she tended to stick closer to Stevie at work, finding any excuse to steal a few moments with her. It was enough, she thought, just to be wanted like this.
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Jess/Leto + gloves. And also touch.
Mid-era flufflet!! PG-ish and usual late queued crosspost // also on ao3.
Oh, not again.
There is rarely any point in making a recurrent domestic disagreement any more than it needs to be, Jessica thinks as she sees that her partner’s favorite pair of gloves are in a location her partner is decidedly not, but this is apparently something she refuses to live with. She was taught to run damage control against a man’s major vices; problem is, close to a decade in, those have yet to appear. Instead and at worst there are minor habits, slow erosion over time, all of it harmless but annoying and she can’t-
She is supposed to be tolerant unless provoked. A normal woman would not consider this provocation. But what other word is there for things she knows are done with intent she can’t quite place beyond that she is somehow expected to respond?
She stares at the misplaced fabric for almost too long, weighs her options, weighs how much of a fight she actually wants. She can piece together the rest of the morning’s events – he’d said something about outdoor sparring, and he rarely voices plans without follow-through, and that dangerous part of her that worries too much knows where this ends. Like they need one more conversation about self-preservation instincts and his occasional lack thereof, last time was the first and skies help her only time she has ever yelled at him in public, this one won’t be as bad but-
Clearly, the correct course of action is to resolve the situation herself. She will not enjoy being difficult, but these opportunities to publicly care for her partner are so rare, so much of their dynamic relegated to her shadows. Taking the damned gloves out to him is an action beyond scandal, and if she gets to glare at him in a way that reminds some of his circle that she is absolutely not to be crossed then so much the better, and-
She, at least, knows how to dress for the weather. She is not fond of winter, and the light snow on the ground has her questioning masculine sanity and bravado even more than usual, but her layers are more than adequate and she is less interested than usual in what image she presents. She does not need to be beautiful to be heard, she reminds herself, and perhaps more visible distress would be in her favor but… prioritizing warmth will do, and her partner can fix that later.
(She knows, even now, where this ends. Where it always ends.)
She is thankful for the predictability of this life, how she is able to slip into spaces where her presence is allowed without even formalities she doubts she’d mean, safety within one of the compound’s courtyards. Her partner is otherwise occupied and she is reminded that she loves him for a great many reasons, most on display in this moment. He moves well, in ways he has spent most of his life practicing, and she has seen all of this before and still it makes her feel a certain kind of want. This is hers, at least in the quiet of night; she knows his body almost as her own, and-
The sequence finishes, and she watches as her partner processes her presence and the way she’s looking at him. She is not subtle, and they know each other well enough, and-
He approaches, and before he can speak she does something impulsive by her standards and flicks her wrist so the gloves hit him. Barely enough impact that he’ll feel it, she doesn’t mean harm, but-
“You forgot something,” she says, quiet enough for deniability.
“And you resolved that for me,” he murmurs, reaching out and taking her hand in both of his. “What would I ever do without you?”
“Don’t give me nightmares.”
He’s too hard to stay mad at for long, she thinks as she feels her tension soften despite her petty anger. How clearly he wants her despite everything – there is nothing improper in their current condition, nothing even visible, but she feels what is not said, the flickers of desire in his eyes. The great certainty of her life is that she is beloved in a way beyond words, and-
“Thank you. If this is what it takes to bring you out here…”
“You could try directly asking things.”
“Where would the fun be in that?”
Jessica rolls her eyes and does everything she can to suppress a blush. “I might assume you enjoy worrying me.”
“Not enjoy, but… we ought to take what opportunities we can. And I do appreciate how you care for me.”
She won’t dare openly accuse him of leaving the gloves behind with intent, but right now she wouldn’t put that past him, not with the way he’s looking at her with a certain kind of delight. “You rarely give me opportunity. I do take what I can.”
He uncurls her fingers and takes the gloves, and she watches as he puts them on, watches and thinks about how she has become used to that touch. No, more than used to, more like wants it more than anything, more like-
“Walk back with me?”
“I assume that was part of the plan?”
“What plan?”
“You are capable of many things, my love, but you don’t fake innocence well,” she breathes.
“You always see through me,” he replies, and there is such love in it as he reaches for her hand, as they take everything they can under other eyes. “It may have been an accident, and it may have crossed my mind that there was no reason to go back for them.”
“Cold hands weren’t enough of a reason?”
“You’ve seen me spar more than enough times, you know I was adequately distracted.”
“Distraction just means more possibility for damage.”
“Let it be, love. It’s alright now.”
She’s still annoyed, but there is no reason to spiral, she thinks as they retreat indoors. They have resolved the situation for now, even as she knows it will happen again before winter’s end, even-
“Do come to me at a decent hour,” she murmurs as they are about to separate, aware as she is that they likely won’t see each other again until past nightfall. “I won’t wait up too late, but…”
He gives her a heartbeat kiss, and for a heartbeat longer she doesn’t care that other people see. “I’ll try.”
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Making lemonade….
“Lee, check out all these lemons I got for saving a lemon farmer!” Kara said holding up a large bushel of lemons.
“Where’s the tequila!”
“I’ll get the tequila.”
“How about a lemon tart instead?”
“We can do both, I’ll enjoys some hard lemonade, while you bake the tart. It’s a win win”
“Hard day?”
“Yes!” Lena pouts.
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Fódlan Fufflets Hits 10,000 Views!!!
After two years of publication, my Fódlan Fufflets oneshot collection on AO3 has hit the big 10k!! Yowza!
Wow...ten thousand views. In my experiences writing online, I've had view counts that dwarfed that number -- let's just say a certain project of mine has likely surpassed a milllion+ at this stage -- but as far as fandom goes, that's a pretty big deal.
As I've discussed before, my entry into Fire Emblem: Three Houses fandom was fraught with many trials and tribulations. It was following certain drama at the start of 2022 that I realized changes were needed if I were to continue, and penning these writing exercises was one such step.
True to their name, the purpose of Fódlan Flufflets is "sugary-sweet interludes that can lift anyone's day." I imagine much of their success is the innate cross-pollination with all the different pairings, but that I created such an inviting retreat undeniably drew many people. At the very least, I hope they've brought comfort to whatever hardships you've faced, be it personal strife or simply a long day of work.
On a personal level, they've been quite useful in experimentation -- for instance, I never dreamed I'd pen the likes of Ferdibert (or any slash pairing, really), but pushing through with a fun concept of "Ferdinand tries to calm a deranged, sleepless Hubert" taught me the valuable lesson of pushing personal boundaries; for that much, I'm grateful. Be it pairings I've yet to touch or those I'd like to revisit, I aim to write future Flufflets with this goal in mind.
Hopefully one day I'll find the drive to pop more out -- I'd like to write least one per month -- but in the meantime, thanks for all the support!
#fodlan flufflets#fire emblem three houses fanfic#oneshots#fandom talk#fe3h fanfic#fe3h#fire emblem three houses#yay me
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Bunji and Bunxian Fluff
Bunji and Bunxian Fluff
by RiverPixie99
Just what it says on the title - just trying to get back into writing so I wrote a little flufflet.
Also, I don't really know anything about rabbits. :)
Words: 1586, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Bunny, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn
Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48453820
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Snippets of Sleep
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/UN8pBKk
by WonkyElk
Some loosely connected flufflets about Rodney, John, love and sleep.
Words: 1468, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Stargate Atlantis
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Ronon Dex
Relationships: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Domaystic Prompt Challenge 2023, Ficlet Collection, Short
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/UN8pBKk
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