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flufftober day 1: wearing each other’s clothes
pairing: Jake Seresin x Fem!reader
word count: 1k
warnings: suggestive comment
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“Babe, where are the costumes for the party tonight?”
Jake saunters out of the steamy bathroom, a white towel tied around his waist. He finds you stretched out on your queen size bed, casually scrolling through your phone. It takes him by surprise, he thought you’d be getting ready.
“What are you talking about?” You shift your gaze to him, clueless as to what he was referring to.
“The Halloween party tonight?”
You shake your head, it doesn’t ring a bell. You’re sure you would have remembered needing costumes for a Halloween party and when you checked the calendar this morning there was nothing noted.
“Rooster’s been talking about it for weeks. It’s his first party at his new house. He said we all have to dress up or we owe him $40.”
“It looks like you better pull out your wallet.”
“It looks like you better pull out your wallet.”
“Damn, I swore I wrote it on the calendar.”
Jake leaves the room, heading into the kitchen to double-check. His forehead slumps against the wall when he sees the empty square on the calendar.
“Don’t you have spare cat ears or anything?” He hollers from the kitchen.
“Why would I have cat ears laying around?”
“I don’t know! You collect all sorts of weird stuff!”
“Unfortunately, cat ears aren’t one of them.”
Jake reappears, flopping onto the bed beside you with a loud groan.
“I really don’t want to be in debt to that man.”
You rack your brain trying to come up with a solution. A simple one comes to mind. “I have an idea, but I’m not sure you’re going to like it…”
An hour later you’re standing next to your boyfriend, putting the final touches on his look before stepping back to examine your work.
“I truly am an artist,” you beam, admiring the crisp winged eyeliner you’d drawn.
“Oh my god.” Jake looks in the mirror horrified. “I look like my sister.”
“Wait.” You scurry out of the bathroom to find the perfect item to complete his costume.
You return with a neon pink wig in your hands. You stand on your tiptoes, gently placing it over Jake’s short blond hair.
“Now you look like your sister.” You giggle at the grimace that flashes across Jake’s face.
“So you have a wig laying around but no cat ears?”
“Jess made us wear wigs for her bachelorette party.” You shrug. “Just be glad I didn’t pick the highlighter yellow one.”
“This is ridiculous.” Jake pulls at the black rayon top that stretches against his chest. On his hulking form it fits like a crop top and he looks like he just raided a teenage girl’s closet.
“I don’t know, I think it’s kinda hot.” You lick your lips, trailing a hand down your boyfriend’s toned abs.
His eyebrows furrow as he watches your reflection in the mirror. “Really? This is turning you on?”
“Minus the wig, you look like lava girl.”
“Well, what are you gonna wear?”
“Only the best of Jake Seresin attire. Denim on denim and your big ol’ cowboy hat.”
Jake trails behind you into the bedroom. You rifle through the closet to find his jean jacket and pluck his tan cowboy hat off the top shelf.
“See, now we both look silly.” You motion to the way the denim jacket hangs off your body.
Even though Jake was sour about his costume, he couldn’t help but smile at you. Seeing you in his things made his heart skip.
“You’ve never looked more beautiful, honey.” He pecks you on the lips, the bangs of his wig tickling your forehead.
“Maybe we should stay home instead.” Jake looks at you suggestively. “I could leave the crop top on.”
“As tempting as that sounds, we should go to the party. You did say it was really important to Rooster.”
Jake groans, annoyed with himself for commenting earlier.
“Cheer up, Princess.” You lovingly pinch Jake’s cheek, causing him to roll his eyes.
“You gonna make fun of me all night?”
“I think I’ll let your friends do that for me.”
You knew his friends well enough to know they’d get a kick out of seeing Jake all dolled up. He could be a real egotistical asshole, but seeing him like this would surely knock him down a few pegs.
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Rooster opens the front door to his new house, whistling at the sight before him. Jake pushes into the house with a grumble, bumping against Rooster in the process. You walk in behind your boyfriend, rolling your eyes at his dramatics.
“What’s wrong with strawberry shortcake?”
“He’s embarrassed.”
You can hear the laughter coming from the other room, no doubt it was at the expense of Jake and his costume. Rooster gratefully takes the case of beer from your arms before leading you to the rest of the guests.
“Looking good Hangman!”
“Give us a twirl!” Fanboy insists and everyone cheers in favor.
Jake begrudgingly turns around, giving everyone a full view of his ridiculous costume.
“You’d look a lot prettier if you smiled more.” Phoenix antagonizes him further with the usual comments that women get.
“Oh, c’mon guys, he’s already in a bad mood, don’t make it worse.” You come to your boyfriend’s rescue with a drink in hand.
“Was this your idea?” Coyote asks. “It’s one of your better ones.”
“Well if someone had given me more than two hours notice, I may have been able to get us actual costumes.”
“I like strawberry shortcake and cowgirl barbie.”
“Agreed. You’re looking mighty fine in that cowboy hat, girl.”
“Thank you, partner.” You tip your borrowed hat in Phoenix’s direction.
“I don’t sound like that.” Jake grumbles.
“Sure you do, sugar.” You continue with the fake southern accent. “Now who thinks they can out-drink me, the greatest pilot the US Navy has ever seen?“
As the night progresses, Jake’s bad mood disappears and he fully leans into pretending to be you. He starts mimicking your personality and becomes the night's main entertainment, dancing on top of tables like a sorority girl and singing Mariah Carey at full volume. You’ve seen him let loose before when drunk but never to this degree. It’s nice to see him having so much fun even if you’ll be the one babying him tomorrow morning when his hangover hits.
#flufftober2022#flufftober day 1#top gun:maverick#jake seresin x reader#jake hangman seresin x reader#jake seresin fanfic#jake seresin fluff#heather writes
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The Haunts of the Corn Maze
pairing; jimin x reader; hints of mafia bts!!
genre; fluff
rating; e for everyone :)
summary; jimin drags you to a haunted corn maze
word count: 871
a/n; I know this is late but here's my little fic for flufftober day one :) let me know what you think! @flufftober
Trudging along behind Jimin Y/N grumbled as she plucked another corn from one of the many stalks surrounding her. Peeling the husk, she flung the undergrown cob at the back of her lover's head.
“Hey, knock that off or I’ll feed you to the next monster we see!” Jimin exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head where the small cob hit.
Hoseok’s laugh could be heard from a few feet ahead.
“I would take his word for it, Y/N. You should see some of the things he’s done.”
Turning the next corner of the maze, the corn stalks grew taller and closer together. The sun had begun its descent long ago and was mere minutes away from setting completely and leaving the group in the soft glow of dusk.
Y/N had hoped they would be out of this haunted corn maze before the sun set, but it was almost as if the boys had set it up so they were just barely entering the maze shortly before sundown. Her and a few of the other members' girlfriends were along for the journey, but not everyone was able to make it.
Their group currently consisted of herself, Jimin, Hoseok and his girlfriend, Jin, Jungkook, and Taehyung.
Namjoon had no place in his schedule for something as trivial as this, and Yoongi was “too busy maintaining the security of their compound” as he would say.
Taking a few swift steps forward, Y/N wrapped her hand in Jimins.
“I was just kidding y’know? Please don’t feed me to the monsters…” her voice trailed off.
Voices could be heard screaming in the distance.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ve got you. You’re always safe with me. Hoseok’s just teasin’, right man?”
“ Oh yeah for sure,” He nodded enthusiastically as his girlfriend thumped him on his head.
The younger boys were trailing behind rough housing, while Jin led the group, trying to decipher the map they were given by the employee.
Even when the sun had officially set, and moonlight was cascading over them, they still hadn’t found their way out of the maze.
“I give up!” Jin crumpled up the map and threw it on the ground. “We’re never gonna get out of here.”
As Hoseok bent down to pick up the crumbled paper, the corn stalks rustled behind him.
“What the hell was that?” Jungkook asked.
A bloody ballerina with ratty hair and a fake knife leapt out of the corn, screaming at the top of her lungs.
Jungkook and Taehyung turned and scrambled back down the path they had just come from.
In his haste to stand up and move away, Hoseok knocked over Jin and his girlfriend, leaving Jimin and Y/N the last two standing.
Before either of them could move, another person with a purge mask jumped out of the corn near where Jungkook and Taehyung had been, and the pair fell on top of their already downed friends.
Y/N shrieked, reaching for Jimin, but grabbing the first hand she could find. She was pulled to her feet and didn’t even look as she was pulled along away from the horrors taking place behind her.
She continued running after her savior, taking three turns before even considering stopping to see if they were safe.
“That was terrifying,” Y/N panted, looking around the surrounding stalks to see if anyone else was lurking around.
“I was expecting it to be scary, but not like that.”
Brows furrowing, Y/N turned back around. Hoseok stood there, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
“Not who you were expecting huh?” He chuckled, “ to be fair, I could say the same about you.”
“What do you think happened to the others?” Y/N thought about trying to make her way back to where she accidentally abandoned Jimin, but the idea of seeing that ballerina again stopped her in her tracks.
“We probably won’t find them, we should just keep trying to find the way out. Jimin’s a big boy, he’ll be fine.”
“It’s not him I’m worried about.” Y/N laughed nervously, picking a direction and moving on.
Conversation was light between the two as they twisted through the thick of the corn, but as they continued on, it seemed like the stalks were thinning.
The moon continued to shine bright upon them, and screams could still be heard throughout the maze.
Hoseok rounded them around the last corner, and they popped out into the open area where they had entered the maze previously.
It seemed that they were the first pair out, and they seated themselves on a nearby bench waiting for the rest of their friends to pop out.
Before long everyone else trickled out, and Jimin led a crying Jin out with Hoseok’s girlfriend in tow.
“It was the killer clown.” Hoseok’s girlfriend said, patting Jin’s shoulder as he sniffled.
“Are you alright?” Jimin asked, pulling Y/N into his arms.
Jin took her space on the bench and Hoseok reunited with his girlfriend. Jungkook and Taehyung had calmed down some, also on edge from the scares in the maze.
“I think I’ll live,” Y/N smiled softly, nuzzling herself against her lover.
“Same time next week?”
“Absolutely not!”
#bts imagine#guccybangtan#park jimin imagine#bts jimin#jimin x reader#flufftober#flufftober 2023#flufftober day 1#bts
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devils come out when the sun goes down - chapter one
AI-less Whumptober 2023 - Day One : Drugging || @ailesswhumptober
Flufftober 2023 - Day One : "I've got you." || @flufftober
Bad Thing Happen Bingo - G1 : Tampering with Food/Drink || @badthingshappenbingo
LGBTQ Bingo - O4 : Silenced || @lgbtqbingo
AFG Dark Bingo - B4 : Paranoia || @anyfandomdarkbingo
Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic || Word Count: 2,005
Summary: The upperclassman, Katelyn and the monsters go to Eden’s on Halloween during Neil’s second year. Everything that can go wrong, pretty much does- but when the nights reaches an end, and it dawns on Neil that it could have been much worse, he decides that maybe it isn’t that bad.
Relationships: Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, Katelyn/Aaron Minyard, Neil Josten & Katelyn & Aaron Minyard
Characters: Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard, Katelyn (All For The Game), Aaron Minyard, The Foxes | Palmetto State Foxes Member(s) (All For The Game)
Trigger Warnings: Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Non-Consensual Drugging, Passing out.
Additional Tags: Halloween Costumes, Hurt Neil Josten, Neil Josten & Katelyn Friendship, BAMF Katelyn (All For The Game), Angst and Hurt/Comfort, AI-less Whumptober 2023, Day 1: Drugging, Flufftober 2023, Day 1: "I've got you.", ailesswhumptober2023, Any Fandom Dark Bingo, Bad Things Happen Bingo
#tw:#Date Rape Drug/Roofies#Non-Consensual Drugging#Passing out#prompts:#ailesswhumptober2023#ailesswhumptoberday1#flufftober 2023#flufftober day 1#flufftober#day one#fandom: all for the game#ship: andreil#ship: andrew x neil#anyfandomdarkbingo#bad things happen bingo#all for the game fanfic#fanfic#all for the game#aftg#the foxes#neil josten#andrew minyard#katelyn#aaron minyard#halloween fic#yuna's halloween works#foxy's updates
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Dress Up
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Caliban x Fem!Reader
Word count: 875
Warnings: Nothing!
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I had met Caliban when he was fighting Sabrina for the crown of Hell. Once Sabrina won the little competition, not that there should have been once since she’s literally Satan’s daughter, but whatever. Caliban had come up to the mortal world to try and conquer it in the name of Hell, but he really didn’t do much. I had found him out in the woods and he was crying?
“Caliban? Is that you?” I asked as I gently touched his shoulder. He jumped back and stood on his feet.
“Y-You’re one of those mortals that was with Sabrina.” He said with a slight stutter.
“I’m Y/N.” I introduced with a smile.
“I don’t care.” He said and I rolled my eyes.
“Charming as ever, Caliban.” I said and he smirked slightly.
“I can be the most charming man you’ve ever met.” He said and I rolled my eyes again.
“I’m sure you can, now are you going to tell me why you’re crying or should I just leave?” I asked with my arms crossed.
“You’re a lot feistier than the other mortals she was with.” He said, taking a few steps closer to me.
“And you’re a lot weaker than Sabrina.” I smirked and he glared at me. He grabbed me tightly and pulled me closer.
“Watch your tongue mortal.” He hissed and I just smiled, innocently.
“Why? Sabrina sits on the throne and you’re here.” I said and he growled.
“You really want to fuck with a being from Hell?” He asked and I giggled.
“You don’t scare me, Caliban.” I said and his grip tightened.
“You should be.” He whispered. He was inches away from my face and I took the opportunity to kiss him. His grip loosed and was clearly shocked by my actions. I was worried that I miss-read the situation, but he soon kissed me back and pulled me closer to him by my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.
“I always thought Sabrina was crazy for not giving you a chance.” I said when we pulled apart. He chuckled and pecked my lips.
“You are some mortal.” He whispered and I smirked.
“Don’t you forget it.” I winked.
That was the start of our relationship. Caliban had moved into my apartment. It was nice to have company around again. I haven’t lived with anyone since I moved out of my parents house. They were horrible people and I was emancipated. Caliban got a job, but I never really asked what he did, I was just happy that he was somewhat fitting into the mortal world. I didn’t tell my friends about my relationship with Caliban because I didn’t want to hear their disapproval. All I cared about was that I was happy, which I was. Today was one of Caliban’s off days and luckily it was a weekend so I didn’t have school either.
“What do you want to do today, my love?” He asked as we cuddled in bed.
“I don’t know, but I know I want to get dressed first.” I said getting up. Caliban groaned as I made my way to the closet. I pulled out Caliban’s yellow shirt and replaced my night gown with it. I looked over and saw Caliban smirking at me.
“What?” I asked.
“You look so good in my shirts.” He said and I smiled.
“I think you would look good in this.” I said and tossed him one of my white skirts, obviously joking. He chuckled and had a wicked smirk on his lips. He got up and replaced his pajama pants with my skirt. I stared at him with wide eyes as he walked over to our mirror and checked himself out.
“You’re right, love, I looked great. Maybe even better than you.” He said and I grabbed the first thing I could and tossed it at him. It just so happened to be one of my black crop tops. He chuckled and pulled it on and posed in the mirror.
“I think this is the perfect outfit, babe.” He said and I rolled my eyes. I looked in the closet and pulled out one of Caliban’s jeans. I pulled them on and winked at him.
“I’d say I looked better than you in your clothes too.” I said and he walked over to me, pulling me to him by my waist.
“I think I’d have to agree.” He whispered and kissed me. I giggled and wrapped my arms around him.
“But you definitely don’t pull off this outfit as good as me.” I said and he scoffed.
“You’re mad, darling.” He said and I rolled my eyes.
“We could always go to Hell and see what they think.” I said with a smirk and he growled.
“Don’t even think about it.” He said and I giggled. I pecked his lips and walked out of the room.
“We can play dress up more, after breakfast!” I called and he laughed. These are the perfect days. The days that I get to see Caliban come out of his shell and show the real him. I think him coming to the mortal world is the best thing that could have happened to him.
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#the chilling adventures of Sabrina#the chilling tales of sabrina#tcaos#Caliban#caliban x reader#caliban x fem!reader#fanfic#flufftober#flufftober 2022#flufftober day 1#Halloween
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when you move, i'm moved
day 1 entry for @flufftober! read it on ao3 here
“It’s hopeless.”
“No it’s not”, Faeryl sighed. “You can do this, just take my hand.”
Arlen clasped the hand they held out with her left, and, with her right, held onto their back. She bent her knees and took a half step back to give her shorter partner more space. Tall and inexperienced, she tried to warn Faeryl she was a lost cause, and was met with their stubbornly optimistic attitude to teaching her to dance.
“Good, now sway.” and she did, remembering what they said about rhythm and tempo and other bard-speak for movement. She may have been born with two left feet, but she could learn-would learn, because her Fae loved to dance.
There in the kitchen, attempt number five (or six, it was getting harder to keep track) at a slow dance, Arlen could feel herself improving. She moved with more confidence this time, more fluidity, and when Faeryl told her to rotate, she was able to maintain grace. She glanced down to smile at them (avoid slouching! She reminded herself), and they met her gaze, a sense of pride shining in their grin. How she avoided stumbling when looking into those bright lilac eyes, only the gods knew.
“You’re getting it, what’d I tell ya?” they tapped her arm, and she lifted, assuring they had enough room.
“We managed to pull off that walking-under-my-arm thing.”
“It’s called a turn, love,” they corrected, and upon looking down she saw the corners of their eyes crease with amusement, which was only encouragement.
“It’s the walking-under-my-arm thing. That’s the term for it in dance school.”
She rotates them just in time to catch their cocked eyebrow and attempt of a disbelieving frown. “You sure, hun?”
“I’m sure, it’s what I learned in Orcish dance academy.”
“Well, since you’re a pro,” they slide their arm up her back, “dip me”
Arlen looks down at them, hesitates. Faeryl gives her a reassuring nod, she holds onto their back, and spins them, a little too fast, and sends them too low, and the drow squeals with surprise.
“It’s alright, ball Kor Edzar, I’ve got you.”
Luckily, it’s not their first time being dipped, and they manage to hang on, stay balanced as their right leg moves back, then straightens out, rising with the rest of them upright into their girlfriend’s arms.
“You almost sent me to the floor!” she freezes, cradling the back of their skull, checking them over. She sighs with relief as she realizes Faeryl’s okay, and in fact giggling at being swooped.
“I’m sorry Fae, Orc dancing is not for the faint of heart.”
“I guess not”, they catch their breath and resume swaying. “It’s a blessing I’ve got your big, strong arms to hold me in place.” their hand snakes up to give Arlen’s bicep a small squeeze.
“Hm, also good for pinning you in place” she purrs, and the violet flush that blooms in Faeryl’s cheeks is worth all the missteps and posture corrections of the night.
#flufftober 2023#flufftober day 1#c: faeryl drathir'knif#c: arlen#moonstruck#thats fae/arlens ship name#dungeons and dragons#forgotten realms#oc fic#fox's writing
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Rose Gardens at Midnight (F/M, 1k words)
For Day 1 of @flufftober. Inspired by the prompt : "I've got you"
Smiling, Kaede sniffed at the midnight air all around her - clean and fresh, with a constant undertone of roses. Sweet, fragrant ones - some that smelt like honey, and others that smelt like turkish delight. All amazing, and just strong enough for her to be able to smell them when walking in the rose gardens, but weak enough that they weren’t overpowering. They were a beautiful backdrop to her midnight walks, not the main event.
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Kaede sits in her rose garden at midnight, admiring its views. During the night, Shuichi shows up - and they talk
No TWs apply // Royalty AU // Late Night Conversations // Read on Ao3
Smiling, Kaede sniffed at the midnight air all around her - clean and fresh, with a constant undertone of roses. Sweet, fragrant ones - some that smelt like honey, and others that smelt like turkish delight. All amazing, just strong enough for her to be able to smell them when walking in the rose gardens, but weak enough that they weren’t overpowering. They were a beautiful backdrop to her midnight walks, not the main event.
And she was so grateful to the gardeners who were able to maintain this place, to make every rose be so beautiful and perfect. They all bloomed wonderfully during the day, and even at night the perfectly pristine petals were lovely. They were weak enough to be peeled back with the slightest bit of force, showing off their large and intricate designs - while feeling velvety smooth.
There were so many colours in the rose garden as well, beautiful during the day and during night-time. They looked different in the moonlight, but they looked no less magical - no less pristine. You could have told anyone that the garden was made for night viewings, and looking around, they would have believed it. Something about faint, silvery beams of starlight ethereally lighting up flowers was rather magical. It made you feel as though you were in a story.
Kaede’s favourite part of the rose garden looked just as beautiful in starlight as it did in daytime. The roses contained in it were lush and healthy; some delicate rosebuds no bigger than a baby’s fist, others magnificent and large - ones she would have to hold in two hands for it to fit comfortably. But all were a wondrous snowy white colour, pure like freshly fallen snow - or the feathers of a dove.
At the least they looked an unblemished white during the day with the sun’s rays over them. But at times like this, although some of their petals still had perfect swan-esque finishes, the roses also reflected the moon. Almost pure white, but also (undoubtedly) having magnificent surfaces of a subtle silver. Almost hinting at riches and beauty, or perhaps more shimmering things like opals and jewellery twisted into extravagant pieces, delicate yet astonishingly detailed.
They paired beautifully with the white marble the balcony was made out of; its balustrade looking almost the exact same colour. It was smooth and cold to the touch, yet not unwelcomingly. When she looked at it, Kaede could tell where she leaned on it - the careful polishing had a small indent, just wide enough for both of her wrists to comfortably fit. Kaede didn’t mind what most nobles would see as an imperfection, for her it just showed history - a memory of how much she used this place, and how much it meant to her. The same was shown on the bench here, although to a lesser extent. The ruffles and layers of silk in her normal clothing prevented as much of a mark being made - especially against stone.
Gazing around the garden, Kaede allowed herself to relax in the tranquillity. Sitting patiently and smiling, until suddenly something caught her eye. A procession, marked by golden fire that lit up the otherwise dark patch surrounding the castle, was moving steadily forward. Visitors were arriving at the castle. Curious, she stood up - going to the balcony and leaning over it - trying to see what was happening. For a few seconds she was able to watch them going along, before they were obscured. Alone in the rose garden, Kaede felt herself pout slightly.
Inside the castle grounds, there were many trees - and for some reason they had grown to block her access to the castle’s main grounds, or at least when she was this height. Give her only an extra inch or so, and she would have been perfect - or at least able to see from it, but alas. Looking about the place, Kaede once again considered the merits of bringing a stool to permanently live here, just in case occasions like these happened.
For a second, Kaede didn’t spot Shuichi - afterall, the black clothing he was in didn’t exactly make him visible - but once she did, she smiled. Once she had gotten over the slight nerves of seeing him suddenly appear like that, of course. He smiled back at her and, as if reading her mind, apologised, “I’m sorry for scaring you, it really is just a bad habit.”
“Oh, you don’t need to worry!” Kaede reassured him, “Why are you here?”
“Guests at the castle arrive in around an hour, I wanted you to be made aware.”
“And it’s obvious I’m here, huh?”
“I checked your room first,” Shuichi offered, but he didn’t deny it, “This was the next logical choice. The garden is beautiful at this time of light.”
That was something Kaede agreed with, and she looked around the scenery, “You know, the procession has just passed into castle grounds…”
Recognition sparked in Shuichi’s eyes, and he smiled, “Do you want me to hold you up while you look over the balcony?”
“Can you?” Kaede didn’t bother disguising the way her eyes flashed in gratitude, but she did smile and go up to him.
“Of course,” Shuichi answered easily. With a practised ease, Kaede went up onto the balcony - patiently waiting as Shuichi walked up as well, before he gently lifted her up - hands strong and steady, with a reassuring smile.
Now those precious few inches above the ground, Kaede immediately scanned the castle ground to see where the carriages were. Spotting them, she tried to lean forward even more - to get a slightly closer look.
As she went forward, she was suddenly conscious of how far she’d moved - almost as though she was slipping. As though she was plummeting - as though she was-
Strong hands held onto her waist even more firmly, and she was suddenly aware of Shuichi again. Patiently by her side. Hearing her panicked, shortened breaths he gently reassured her, “It’s ok, you won’t fall. I’ve got you.”
#flufftober 2023#flufftober#flufftober day 1#saimatsu#drv3 fanfic#fluff#royalty au#drv3 royalty au#no tws
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Day one prompt: “I’ve got you”
Happy October 1st!
Fandom: Bob’s Burgers
Ship: TedMort (Teddy/Mort)
Rating/Length: 1,345 T
Tags: sickfic, fluff, Mort takes care of Teddy, flufftober 2023, oneshot, mention of kinks, just a sentence and nothing sexual happens
Summary: When Mort comes down sick, Teddy cares for him.
Day one of Flufftober 2023 @flufftober
#flufftober2023#flufftober day 1#bobs burgers#tedmort#mort the mortician#teddy bobs burgers#also thanks to @chaotictarlos for the use of the cute graphics!#caboose writes
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Flufftober Day 1: Wearing Each Other's Clothes
Male!Panther (Theo) x Fem!reader
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: talks a lot about underwear (panties, thongs) Theo being a little shit (he sniffs panties) spelling mistakes, established relationship, idiots in love,
Summary: your boyfriend helps you fold your laundry.
Summer was finally over.
It's officially the middle of September and you can't ignore the calls of your pumpkin spice candles anymore.
Over half of all the leaves had turned, orange, red and yellow, piling along the sidewalk and on your balcony. The weather had chilled off significantly meaning you could finally switch out your sundresses for big sweaters.
Now you just had to do “fall cleaning” as your boyfriend called it, and refresh your apartment for the cold upcoming months.
You'd been putting it off, feeling your seasonal depression trying to seep into your life early. Then a few days after that you started your period. Now it's been 2 weeks and you need to clean up. Both of your laundry baskets are full of clean loads of laundry that have yet to be folded and there’s a growing pile on your bathroom floor.
Being the amazing man he is, your boyfriend offered to help you, promising late night snuggles and coffee. How could you argue with that?
He showed up early that morning, smelling like cinnamon and rain, giving you a sweet kiss and your favorite coffee. How he always smelled so good was still a mystery to you.
He helped you dust and wipe down your counters and shelves while you put away the clean dishes and loaded the dishwasher. It took you a bit longer to do it because you kept sneaking glances at Theo. It was cute watching a 6'2 foot panther gently dusting your collectibles.
Smiling to yourself you head to your room, taking your laundry baskets and dumping out all the clothes on your bed. After spreading your laundry across your comforter, you exhale, taking in the massive pile.
"Yeesh, that's a lot of clothes," Theo smirks, walking into the room.
"That's rich, coming from you," You retort, sharing his smile because you both know it's true. He's got a massive closet, most of it being khakis and button down shirts. He liked dressing up, even now on his day off he had a light blue shirt tucked into dress pants.
"Want some help?"
"Yes, please," You stack the baskets, putting them back into your master bathroom. Approaching the bed again you groan. "I had no idea I wore this much clothing in a 2 week span,"
You stood on one side of your bed and Theo went to the other. Both of you folding your clothes and placing them in separate piles. Having been together for awhile he knew where it all went and how you liked them to be organized.
In no time you'd both already gotten through half of it. You both laughed and talked about anything and everything, though your conversations mostly revolved around Theo’s college classes.
“I finally got into that sculpting class,” He happily says, folding one of your tank tops.
You gasp, smiling brightly. “Really? Oh, honey, that’s great!”
“Only took 2 years,” He mumbled with a sigh. “But I start in November and I’m really looking forward to it.” Taking your pile of tank tops he brings it over to your dresser and puts them away.
“You should be, you’ve heard great things about that class,”
Returning to the bed, he pulls the rest of the clothes to lay out, making them easy to dig out. He started to look through your clothes, picking up a simple black shirt.
“Is this mine?” He holds it up for you to see. It was a large shirt, big enough to fit him perfectly but also the same size as your favorite sleep shirts. You pause holding a pair of sweatpants, quirking a brow.
“I actually don’t know,” You hum, resuming your folding and putting the pants in its pile.
Theo turned the shirt around in his large hands, peering inside he saw a tag but it gave no indication as to who’s it was. He brought the collar of the shirt to his nose, taking a sniff.
“Did you just smell that?” You start laughing, walking to your dresser with a pile of pants.
“I’m trying to figure out...” He mumbles, bunching the shirt into a ball and shoving his nose into it, inhaling deeply.
You felt bad for laughing at him, but you couldn’t stop the few giggles that slipped out seeing him aggressively sniff the shirt.
After a minute he removed his nose, still holding it crumpled up in his hands. “I think it’s mine,”
“And what makes you think that?” You muse, playing along, coming and sitting down on the end of the bed.
“Well, past the smell of your body wash, perfume, and laundry soap, I smell me,” He didn’t look at you, only observing the shirt, occasionally lifting it to his nose to get little sniffs in. “Yeah, this smells like me, it’s mine,”
“You’re not gonna take it are you?”
He finally looks over at you. “Of course I am, it’s my shirt,” He shrugs.
“But it’s one of my favorites,” You protest, leaning over the bed and large pile of clothes to grab his forearm. “Can I please keep it?”
Hie eyes met yours, you batted your eyelashes and pouted your lips. Immediately he pulled away holding the shirt to his chest.
“No! Don’t make that face! It’s my shirt!” He holds it protectively against his chest. “That face isn’t gonna work today!”
Instead of saying anything you lower you eyes, making your lip quiver. “Not the lip quiver, baby, this is my shirt, why do you want it so bad?”
“Reminds me of you,” You look up, saying the line you know will break him. “I feel safe when I wear it,”
You can see it, the moment his guard comes down and he makes the decision to let you keep it. His brow softens, eyes warming at your form, shoulders slumping as he silently hands you the crumpled shirt.
“Fine, but that trick isn’t going to work forever,” You both share a laugh. Folding the shirt and putting it away in your drawer you return to the big pile.
Shaking his head he rummages through your clothes, seeing something colorful peeking out between a pair of your jeans. He tilts his head, moving your pants and pulling out the fabric. He gasps, mouth hanging open as he figures out what it is.
“What?” You laugh softly, looking him up and down. “What is it?”
“If I can’t keep the shirt, I want to keep these,” He raises his hands, strung between his two pointer fingers are a pair of maroon panties.
“Theo!” Was all you could say, staring at him in shock.
“Oh please let me keep them,” He pleads, looking down at them.
“No!” You jumped, climbing over the pile of clothes to grab them from him. He quickly moves back, holding them to his chest, laughing as you almost fall on your face getting off the bed, “Give them back! You can’t have those!”
“Why not?” An evil glimmer flashes in his eyes. “They remind me of you, they make me feel warm and safe,”
“Do not use my own words against me!” You protest, coming up to him, trying to grab the underwear, but he lifts his arms up, moving around the room, keeping them just out of reach.
“Oh, come on, baby, they’re so cute,” He taunts, laughing as your face flushes. “Bet they smell like you too,”
Your jaw drops, rushing after him. He’s quicker than you are, jumping across the bed to the side you had been folding clothes. He crumples the underwear in his hands, smiling wickedly as he slowly brings the panties to his nose.
“Theodore, do not sniff my underwear!” You warn, glaring at him. He pauses for a moment, you can see he’s thinking about it. Then he buries his nose into the fabric, inhaling greedily. “Theodore!”
You scream, jumping across the bed, face flushed bright red. He backs away laughing and taunting you. “Oh, they smell just like you, baby,”
You reach your hands out, instinctively his arms go up, holding the underwear above your head. But your hands go to his sides, ripping the shirt out of his pants. Putting your hands under his shirt you grab and pinch his sides.
He laughs, curling in on himself, arms coming down around you. Using the momentum of him trying to curl into you, you take a few steps forward pushing him against the wall, still tickling him.
“No, no! Stop!” He laughs, eyes scrunched closed. To stop you, his arms come and cover his chest trying to push you away. Clutched in his right hand are the underwear, removing one of your hands you rip them away from him. You take the other arm away, holding the underwear close to your chest as Theo laughs and pants.
“Alright, you win,” He laughs, wiping the tears from his eyes. You approach him, laughing and poking his chest.
“Don’t. Ever. Do. That. Again.”
“Deal,” He laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you to his chest and nuzzling your neck. You could feel his still pounding heart, you laughed, putting the underwear into your pocket and wrapping your arms around his neck.
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The sun had gone down hours ago, you both finished putting away the laundry and ordered dinner from a nearby restaurant. Snuggling on the couch, eating dinner and watching a movie was the perfect way to end the day.
Now you were getting ready for bed, getting changed in the bathroom. He was already in bed, siting against the headboard, scrolling on his phone.
You pulled all your hair into a loose bun on your head, taking off your shirt and pulling on Theo’s black shirt. Taking off your jeans you pick up your sweatpants, you pause. You’d be perfectly warm in them, but you’d definitely overheat with Theo and the pants.
Opening the bathroom door you tuck the pants back into your dresser, approaching the bed. Theo looks up from his phone nearing you come toward the bed, his smile dropping as you pull the covers back.
“Really? The shirt?” As you climbed in, he plugged his phone in, setting it on the nightstand. “And no pants,”
You giggled. “What? It’s comfy,” Moving down the bed, you pull the covers up to your neck, glancing up at him.
He sighed, moving down, rolling over on his side facing you. His face was illuminated by the lamp behind you, eyes glowing, taking in your sleepy form.
“Yeah, I know it’s comfy, its my shirt,” He grumbles. You giggle more, moving over to him, wrapping your arms around his chest, laying your head against his collarbone.
“Don’t be mad, honey,” You smile, pressing a kiss to the juncture of his neck. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer.
“I’d be less mad if I could wear your clothes,” You hear the amusement in his voice. “That way you’d know what it feels like to loose your favorites,”
“If you can find something of mine that fits you, that you won’t stretch or rip, then you can keep it, how ‘bout that?” You glance up at him, seeing him smirk.
���I’m gonna make you regret that,”
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The next morning came too soon, the sun peeking through your curtains, right into your eyes. You shuffle slowly, still wrapped in Theo’s arms, you roll onto your back, rubbing your eyes.
Theo was still out, probably would be for a while. Lifting his arm, you sneak off to the bathroom, undoing and brushing out your hair and brushing your teeth. After that you padded softly, out to the kitchen to start making coffee.
As the coffee brews, you rummage through your cabinets and fridge, wondering what you want. As you close the fridge for the third time, you hear movement from your bedroom, Theo’s up.
Once coffee’s done, you grab two mugs, you and Theo had pretty much the same coffee likes, so it was easy and quick, especially on a slow morning like this.
Your bedroom door opened and Theo emerged, yawning and coming up to the kitchen counter.
"Morning, baby," Stretching his chest out he scratched his lower back.
"Good morning," You pick up his cup, careful handing it to him. "I made coffee,"
His eyes light up. "Thank you," He eagerly takes a sip, excessively licking his lips. "I found it," He mumbled into his mug with a smile.
"Found what?" You take a sip of your coffee, watching him smirk.
"A piece of clothing that fits me," He sets his cup on the counter, one hand on his hip.
You look him up and down, he was wearing a plain black shirt and long gray shorts.
"Did I have another one of your shirts?" You nod your head, gesturing to his shirt, taking another sip.
"Nope." He shakes his head, biting his lip, mischief written all over his face.
"Those aren't my shorts," You mumble, still looking him up and down. "And you aren't wearing anything else,"
"Aren't I?"
"Are you?" You laugh, quirking a brow, unsure as to what he was trying to say. "What're you wearing that's mine?"
Pushing himself off the counter he stands a few feet in front of you. He lifts up the end of his shirt, partially exposing his soft stomach. His hands dip into his shorts, when his hands lift there’s something on his fingers. Hooked on the ends of his fingers is a thin pink string.
"Is that my thong?!" Your jaw drops, face turning red.
"Yep." He pops the "p" smiling smugly at your wide eyes. "Fits like a glove, if I do say so myself,"
"Wh-what...." You're speechless, actually speechless. Unable to say anything, you just start laughing. He joins in, laughing with you, still holding the underwear. "What're you doing?"
"You said I could keep anything that fits me, and I choose this," He licks his lips, turning and pushing his hips out.
"Your ass does look good," You murmur, coming up to him and smacking his ass.
"Obviously it does," He rolls his eyes, enjoying the attention.
"Wait, what did you do with your tail?" You ask with a laugh. "Did you have to pull the thong to the side to fit it?"
A sudden bashfulness flashes across his face, you're sure if he could he'd be blushing.
He cleared his throat. "M-maybe," He let the underwear go from his fingers, letting his arms rest at his sides.
Laughing softly, your hands grabbed his waist, turning him around to face you. "You're so cute," You leaned forward, kissing him, he kissed back, pressing himself closer to you. "But you can't keep those,"
"You said-"
"I didn't think you'd try on my underwear!" You interrupt, resting your chin on his chest.
"How about we share?" He murmured, pressing a kiss to your hairline to persuade you.
"How about you take off my expensive underwear before you rip them and I have to yell at you for ruining them?"
His body slumps in your arms, groaning dramatically, burying his face into your neck. "Why do I let you get away with everything?"
"It's cause you love me," You say in a sing-song voice.
"Truly my greatest downfall," He laughs even as you punch his shoulder. Standing to his full height over you, hands on your hips he leans down, pressing a kiss to your nose.
"It's not a downfall," You pout, playfully looking away from him.
"No, it's not," He starts pressing kisses all over your face: forehead, cheeks, temples, chin, nowhere is left untouched. “Loving you was the greatest choice I ever made,”
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#flufftober#flufftober 2022#theo the panther#theo x reader#monster lover#monster x reader#monster romance#x reader#panther man#panther man x reader#flufftober day 1#day 1#wearing each others clothes#flufftober2022
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Flufftober prompt 1: Wearing Each Other’s Clothes
Sorry, I’m late to the party, but I ofc need to partake in Flufftober! Because I’m pressed for time, I’ve decided to do short shorts of domesticLoki. If you are unfamiliar with the story so far, you are living a quiet suburban life together with Loki and your three children.
Flufftober Prompt 1: Wearing each other’s clothes
Pairing: Loki x fem!reader
Word count: 440
Warnings: none. Fluffy fluff fluff.
A/N: After the fall of the TVA a Variant of Loki managed to survive Thanos’ attack on the Statesman. After the events of Infinity War, he met you, and finally got his happily ever after. These are the stories of that ever after.
Enjoy <3
Humming blissfully, you flipped the pancakes as Loki entered the kitchen.
“Y/N, WHYYYY?!” he cried. You knew exactly what he meant. You were wearing his dress shirt. You knew he hated it, but you couldn’t resist, wearing it made you feel so nice and cozy.
“You are going to stain it AGAIN, I wish you’d stop doing this…” Loki whined.
“Pish posh, I won’t st-” Right then a blob of baking grease flew from the pan, right on the shirt. You attempted an apologetic grin at your husband who exhaled pointedly, grinding his teeth.
“Loki, I…”
Loki held up his finger and bit his lips angrily. “Don’t,” he huffed, inhaling sharply. “Just, don’t.”
He stormed off. You knew better than to run after him, let him cool down and then you’d apologise.
Moments later, you could hear his footsteps returning. Without turning around, you started your apology.
“I’m really very sorry, I promise I’ll get it dry cleaned today so you can wea-”
As you spun around to face him, you were instead faced with her. All six feet of voluptuous her. While you normally welcomed him in his female form, this time, the sight of her made your blood boil. She knew exactly what she had done. With a shit-eating grin she stroke a pose. You wrang your mouth in anger and let out:
“Take. It. Off.”
“Mmm, oh this? Why, don’t you like it?”
“You know I like it, it’s my favourite dress,” you spat.
Loki sported your most beloved dress, a burnt orange number with forest green embroidery panels that made your backside pop and your bosom magically appear as if you hadn’t just had two children.
“Or is it because I look better in it than you?” she whispered, smiling a wicked smile. She knew she had hit the nail right on the head. As good as you looked in that dress, it angered you to admit she wore it better.
Right at that moment, Geir and Frigga came running into the kitchen, screaming of delight over breakfast pancakes. You turned around to hide your anger as Loki turned to greet the children.
“What a pretty dress, daddy, are you gonna wear that to work?” Frigga asked, smiling, the ray of sunshine she always was.
“Oh thank you dear, you know, I just might,” Loki answered happily, stepping towards you. She leaned against the counter, finding your eyes. “I. just. Might.”
“You. Are. Dead.” you mouthed silently and shot her a look to kill. Then, spinning around with a plate full of pancakes you exclaimed with faux chipper:
“Now, whoooo wants pancakes?”
#flufftober day 1#flufftober2022#loki#loki fanfic#loki fanfiction#mcu#mcu fanfic#mcu fanfiction#domestic fluff#Loki domestic#loki short
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Flufftober 2022: Day 1
Harry knows he has miscalculated the moment Eggsy steps out of the dressing room to present himself in his Kingsman suit and glasses.
They are obviously tailored to Eggsy – no Kingsman would actually wear another’s suit – but Eggsy must have asked for Harry’s precise style, because he looks like he had picked Harry’s clothes up off the floor and fitted them to himself.
“How do I look, Galahad?” Eggsy moves to clasp his hands in front of himself, then visibly recalls that a gentleman keeps his shoulders straight and adjusts his movement to allow one hand to dangle at his side while the other strokes down his lapel.
Harry tilts his chin up and firms his jaw to disguise any inconvenient emotions that might be playing across his face before saying, “You look very well, Eggsy, and I think you know it, so stop strutting about impertinently and let’s get moving.”
He expects Eggsy to jump to eager attention, so he’s unprepared when Eggsy instead shoves his hands in his trouser pockets, creasing his coat and crumpling the trouser fabric, and saunters forward. Uncertain, and unfamiliar with uncertainty, Harry holds himself still, so that as Eggsy comes near, Harry is forced to peer down at him with his throat on vulnerable display.
Eggsy regards him for a moment, then rises slightly onto his toes, maintaining eye contact as he murmurs, “I think you like me impertinent.”
Harry can still feel the heat of Eggsy’s breath against his throat when Eggsy turns away and calls, “Merlin! What toys have you got for us today?” Eggsy glances cheekily back at Harry and adds, “I really think a brolly would complete my ensemble, what d’you reckon?”
@flufftober
#flufftober2022#day 1#flufftober day 1#kingsman#harry hart#eggsy unwin#harry x eggsy#ficlet#pre-slash#prompt: wearing each other's clothes
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FLUFFTOBER- DAY 1
"Love"
It took sometime but Harry found his way to love. It started with a very tentative true and awkward nods in the hallways. Then to a friendship where any conversation ends with an argument or walking away. Then it evolved into stealing each other's ice cream or helping with assignments. Then it was pranking every possible person ( they tried to but then McGonagall almost gave them detention for the whole year). Then it was stealing the softest cashmere sweater or a well worn sweater full of warmth.
For a while he almost lost his because of a misunderstanding. It took time but it was sorted out. Then it was sharing the same flat and rearranging the sock drawer or eating up all the cookies. And it was sudden soft lips on his that made him warm. And he knew for sure, when they cooked together, watched movies with his hair being fondled with and when they fit perfectly in each other's arms while sleeping like they were made for each other.
Harry Potter found love in Draco Malfoy.
#drarry fic#drarry fanfic#fluff#flufftober2022#flufftober day 1#draco malfoy#harry potter#drarry#domestic#love#finding love
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hi, y'all! I've started Flufftober (I know I'm a few days late, but I plan to write/post all 3 of the first few fics today so that I can catch myself up xD) it's linked on my masterlist post if anyone wants to give it a read! Ships may vary and can also be suggested if someone has a certain ship they'd like to see in mind!
here's a link! enjoy and stay spooky
#ao3 fanfic#flufftober2022#flufftober day 1#flufftober#october#marvel#spideydevil#spideydevilpool#matt murdock#wade wilson#peter parker#spideypool#spiderpool#spiderdevil#matt murdock/wade wilson/peter parker#marvel fanfiction#it won't just be about them#but they're the first day
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Silver and Green
Written for @flufftober prompt 1. Wearing each other's clothes
Summary: Something isn't right about Angelina's uniform this morning.
AO3
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@flufftober day 1 - Wearing Each Other's Clothes
Pairing: Ed/Stede
Word Count: 297
Summery: Ed can't find his pants.
Notes: So originally I was going to wait until the end of the month and just make a post with all of them wrapped up in a nice little package, but then I decided not to do that if only so I could pull them up later individually if I ever wanted to.
#ofmd#our flag means death#blackbonnet#edward teach/stede bonnet#edward teach#stede bonnet#my fic#I've never done an event like this before so I'm figuring out how I want to do it as I go#flufftober2022#flufftober day 1
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Fluff Day 1! Julain and Serenity have a fashion show
@flufftober
#unprepared casters#unprepared casters fic#flufftober2022#flufftober day 1#wearing each others clothes
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Wearing Each Other’s Clothes/Usar la ropa del otro
Nota: Dudo que mis amigos que tengan acá aun usen tumblr y me niego a crearme otro solo por esto, así que aquí esta. Me propuse entrar al Flufftober de este año, así que vemos que sale.
Mi reto personal fue hacer 31 historias diferentes variando tanto como pudiera de fandom, ship y hasta modos de escribir, así que esto será divertido hasta para mi. Voy atrasada con los días, así que intentaré ponerme al corriente tan rápido como pueda. Sin mas que decir, aquí va mi primera entrada en mucho tiempo
Tambíen lo subí a AO3, les dejo el enlace: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42284946/chapters/106175700
No tenía por costumbre tomar cosas que no eran suyas, generalmente porque no solía estar rodeado de otras personas e incluso ahora se había visto obligado a tomar una sudadera de Will para sobrevivir. La lluvia había llegado de sorpresa, como todo lo que pasa en el campamento, empapando a todo campista que estuviera disfrutando del sol, incluyéndolo. En situaciones normales habría corrido hasta la cabaña de Hades, pero el terreno se había vuelto resbaloso a causa de la lluvia (quien diría que tener un campamento a orillas de un lago no era tan buena idea), por lo que se refugió en la cabaña de Apolo.
Algunos campistas lo saludaron efusivamente cuando entró, regresando rápidamente a sus actividades. Hacía mucho que se había quitado la idea de que todos en el campamento lo odiaban, especialmente después de que empezó a salir con Solace, la gente parecía más dispuesto a hablarte si salías con la encarnación del sol en persona, tampoco parecía importarles si fisgoneabas en sus cajones.
Encontró una sudadera y se apresuró en cambiar su empapada camisa por la prenda. Casi inmediatamente el calor regresó a su cuerpo. Hubiera preferido también tomar prestado un pantalón de pijama, pero no le apetecía que los demás lo vieran desnudo, además podía vivir con los talones mojados por un tiempo.
Frotó con fuerza sus brazos y miró hacia la ventana. Will no estaba en el edificio, lo que significaba que estaba allá a fuera, posiblemente mojándose tanto como él lo estaba hace un momento, curioso cómo (para alguien quien constantemente cuida a los demás) sea tan descuidado consigo mismo. Se tumbó sobre la cama, intentando mantener sus zapatos sucios lejos de las colchas; permanecería ahí hasta que la lluvia se calmara o el rubio regresara a su cabaña, lo que pasara primero.
No sabía si fue el ruido constante de la lluvia o el calor que la cabaña y la sudadera le proporcionaban, pero cayo profundamente dormido. Y hubiera continuado así si no fuera porque, cada que se movía, podía sentir el frio tacto de sus pantalones aun ligeramente húmedos. Estiro los músculos y se tallo los ojos, parpadeo un par de veces para que sus ojos se acostumbraran a la luz del ocaso y ahí estaba, con una sonrisa radiante en su rostro como siempre.
—Lo siento ¿Te desperté? —Will Solace lo contemplaba desde la orilla de la cama, tenía los brazos cruzados sobre el colchón y su barbilla recarga en estos mismo.
—No, me hubiera despertado de todos modos. —Soltó un largo bostezo. —¿Qué haces en el suelo?
—Estaba disfrutando del espectáculo.
—¿Espectáculo?
—No suelo verte con esa expresión tan relajada, quería disfrutarla todo el tiempo que pudiera.
—¿Y sentarte en tu propia cama era demasiado trabajo? —La sonrisa del rubio se ensancho aún más.
—Tenía miedo de moverte y despertarte.
—Me hubieras despertado, al fin y al cabo, es tu cama…
—No es correcto molestar a las personas cuando están durmiendo, especialmente si se trata de visit- ¿Eso no es mío?
En lo que el otro hablaba se había sentado en la cama, bajó la mirada a la ropa que traía puesta y asintió levemente.
—Estaba lloviendo a cantaros, mi ropa estaba empapada y-
—¿Y llegar a tu propia cabaña era demasiado trabajo? —Le interrumpió Solace con, la que podría definirse, como una sonrisa de un tremendo cabrón. Pudo sentir como sus mejillas se calentaban al instante, algo que pareció gustar mucho más al hijo de Apolo.
—¿No eres tú el que siempre me está diciendo que debería cuidarme más? ¡Se estaba cayendo el cielo allá afuera! Y tú cabaña era la más cercana. —El rubio no dijo nada, solo se acercó y beso dulcemente su frente, sus labios se sintieron fríos al tacto con su piel.
—No te estoy reclamando nada, solo te estoy molestando un poco. —Ya no lo estaba escuchando, estiró su mano hasta su mejilla, fría; la subió hasta su cabello, empapado. Frunció ligeramente el ceño.
—¿Dónde estabas? —Dijo con un tono mucho más serio del que le gustaría, pero no se molestó en corregirse. La sonrisa de Will fue cayendo poco a poco en cuanto se daba cuenta de la bronca que estaba por caerle.
—Cuidando de un paciente.
—¿En dónde?
—En los campos de fresa, en la pared de escalada, en el lago y en todo el campamento para ser precisos.
—Solace…
—¡Tenía que atrapar a Dylan! No sabes lo que es capaz de hacer con tal de no tomar su medicamento.
—¿Y qué vas a hacer si terminas enfermándote?
—Entonces tengo suerte de que se de medicina. —Sonrió el rubio. —Y un novio amable que me cuidará.
—No cuentes con ello.
El otro chico río y sacó una toalla debajo de su cama, pasándosela por el cabello.
—¿Mejor?
—No hasta que este seguro que no vayas a enfermarte, ya eres suficientemente insoportable estando sano.
—¿Y sí me das un beso para que me ponga mejor?
—Entonces yo también me enfermaré.
—Entonces podremos recuperarnos juntos. —Soltó con una enorme sonrisa, tan brillante que hasta era contagios. Le sonrió de vuelta.
—No tienes remedio. —Dijo acercándose a él y depositándole un beso en la mejilla.
—Así me quieres ¿Quieres quedarte aquí hasta que sea la hora de cenar? O si lo prefieres puedo acompañarte hasta tu cabaña. —No hubo necesidad de pensar mucho su respuesta, no tenía ganas de estar solo en este momento.
—Me quedaré aquí un rato, así me aseguro de que no salgas corriendo tras el primer campista que necesite asistencia médica.
—Mejor para mí, con un poco de suerte poder volverte a ver dormido. —Dijo finalmente poniéndose de pie y quitándose la empapada sudadera que traía. Por un segundo creyó que la prenda le había subido la camiseta, hasta que notó un estampado familiar.
—… ¿Eso no es mío?
—¿Oh? ¿Esto? Sí, lo tomé prestado el otro día, me anima mucho el día usar algo que me recuerde a ti, me hace sentir que estamos juntos.
Soltó un fuerte gruñido, Will Solace parecía que buscara constantemente cosas para sacarlo de quicio y aun así no podía entender como estaba tan terriblemente enamorado de ese sujeto.
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