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cumulo-stratus · 6 months

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The Good Days

Pairing: Spencer reid x Autistic!Male!reader

Description: spencer and y/n go stargazing, and y/n indulges spencer with facts about his special interest- astronomy

Warnings: fluff!! a little bit of me info dumping for me <3, lemme know if theres anything else!

Flufftober Day 16: stargazing

A/N: ik its super short guys dont get on my ass- i wrote it in like 30 minutes before i went to bed because i needed to get a second fic up- also sorry for info dumping just a weensy bit lmao

The park had long since been emptied, all except for 2 people, spencer and y/n. They were sat in camping seats, as y/n hated the feeling of sitting in the grass, it was too prickly for his liking. And spencer would do anything he could to accommodate his boyfriend, so he got them camping chairs that you could lean back in so they could still stargaze, as per y/ns request. y/n had a special interest in astronomy, and spencer had no issues indulging y/n, one could even say spoiling him. And tonight was one of those nights were spencer sacrificed something for y/n. Spencer had just gotten back from a case the other day and was still exhausted- but agreed to go star gazing because it was going to be the clearest night for a while.

And so here they were, one hour in and y/n was still spewing facts about stars, currently he was on the topic of blue vs. red stars. although he spoke utterly, trying to uphold the quietness of the night as best he could, but his tone was far from calm- it was animated and lively, his hands moving to match.

“…okay so recap blue stars- they’re usually pretty young- because they have a ton more energy that they havent burned up yet- so these blue stars get super excited cus they have a ton of hydrogen to burn (basically star food)- so they burn it super fast and super hot! thats why theyre blue- blue fire is hotter than red/orange fire..”

spencer had abandoned watching the stars at least 10 minutes ago, favoring watching y/ns eyes light up as he spoke- the smile reflecting that of a child’s for it innocence, and its exhilaration. spencer, wanting to encourage his boyfriend posed the question,

“and what happens when that big hot blue stars runs out of hydrogen to burn?”

y/n looked over at spencer, absolutely thrilled at the question, and responded

“oh my goodness! i was jsut about to talk about this, when blue stars run out of hydrogen which burns much hotter than hellium, they switch to burning helium- which has more energy- but doesnt burn as hot! so what happens is that star now has all this excess energy- and it needs something to do with it! so it expands, the outer layers of the star expand outwards- causing the whole star to cool down enough to burn red hot- instead of blue hot.”

“wow thats really interesting, thank you for telling me about it!”

when spencer praised y/n a warm blush dusted his cheeks- but spencer couldn’t see it in the darkened park. And after y/n finished talking, the couple settled into a comfortable silence- the kind you dont feel the need to fill. And they sat there, fingers entwined, shoulders touching, until Y/n was starting to fall asleep. and y/n needed to drive spencer back to their apartment. But Before they left, y/n and spencer soaked in the silence, and the soft light of the night sky embracing them with open arms. These were the good days.

The End

#spencer reid #criminal minds #bau #bau team #cute #fluff #gay #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x male reader #spencer reid x autistic reader #Autistic!reader #spencer reid fluff #flufftober #flufftober 2023 #flufftober prompt #flufftober day 16

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scholastic-dragon · 2 years

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Flufftober Day 16: "I hate you" "I love you too"

Rise!Raphael x Gn!reader

Word Count: 353 (sorry it’s short, today has been super busy)

Warnings: none <3

Summary: Raph keeps distracting you from doing your homework

"Raph..." You laugh through a groan, rubbing your hands up and down your face. You stare down at your thick physics book on your desk, pencil and notebook sitting next to it.

Raph had, uninvited, shown up at your bedroom window, claiming he had to tell you about his day.

He seemingly hadn't noticed you'd been trying to study and kept rambling and rambling.

"And then Leo jumped off the ramp right into-"

"Raph." You cut him off, noticing a half hour had just gone by. "Raph, I need to study," You glance over your shoulder, seeing he still had his large classic smile on his face.

"I know, I know, but let me just tell you this one story," He pleads.

"No, I can't-"

"It's super funny I promise!"

You don't mean to but you laugh, elbows resting on your desk, fingers threading through your hair. The exhaustion of the past week finally setting in, feeling your eyes becoming heavy.

At your silence he takes it as he queue to keep talking. You're not paying attention, it's already super late and you need to finish this.

"So after Leo fell, Donnie came out with a huge new-" He's waving his arms around widely, getting more animated.

"Raph." You warn, not looking at him. He doesn't stop his story.

"But of course, it being something of Donnie's it breaks and then-"

You slam your head onto your desk, groaning loudly, your fuse reaching it’s lowest point. "I hate you,"

"I love you too," He laughs, coming up and resting a hand on your elbow. "That's why I texted Donnie to come over and help you study,"

You sigh, turning your head, cheek still resting on the wood surface. "Thanks, that's really nice-"

"Which means you can now hear the end of my story,"

You laugh, rolling his hand off your shoulder, he chuckles with you. You’re silently glad he didn’t take offense to your comment, he must sense the tension in your shoulders about this work.

Closing your book you turn your chair around to face him.

"Alright, I'll bite, what happened next?"

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tags: @flufftober @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @strawberrycakeblog

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curiouser--and--curiouser · 2 years

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Flufftober Day 16 - The Best Places in the Galaxy

James T Kirk x Reader

Flufftober Day 16: "I hate you", "I love you too"

Summary: You and Jim explore a new planet.

Fluff, gender-neutral pronouns, no use of Y/N.

Warnings: agressive animals and being chased by said aggressive animals, one goddamn.

Word Count: 769 words.

A/N: Super nerd Trekkie mode activate! A short one this time (I'm ill as hell RIP). Also a day late, oops! Taken from @flufftober’s 2022 prompt list.

Why did you decide to go with him?

Oh yeah, because of that stunning bright smile and those piercing blue eyes that stared straight into your soul.

Goddamn it, why was Jim Kirk so attractive? Why did he always have this effect on you? He could melt you with a look, chance your plans with a word and alter your entire world with a kiss. But in good way, of course.

However, you weren’t yet sure if sneaking off to explore the forests of this random planet you were on constituted as good…

You were meant to be here for peace talks, to get the civilisation here onto the side of the Federation. But while the people discussed their opinions amongst themselves, James Tiberius Kirk – Captain of the USS Enterprise, grand Federation ship of exploration – decided to have some fun and do a little exploring for himself. And you, as the Captain’s loving partner were forced to come along too. (By forced, I mean you were subjected to Jim begging you to come with him, giving you the cutest puppy dog eyes imaginable until you agreed.)

So, after being picked up, spun around and littered with kisses by an elated Jim, you both snuck off out into the wilderness to explore.

At first, you were glad of being dragged out here. It was beautiful. It was like nothing you had ever seen; foliage leaned and bent into intricate designs nothing like what you had back on Earth, strange colours you never rarely ever seen in nature were now on display proud and vibrant, a pink sky shone down upon you, basking you both in an ethereal rose glow. You couldn’t help but fawn at the look of wonder Jim had in his eyes as he explored.

“Hey, honey! Come look at this!” Jim called over to you excitedly, around an hour into your trip. You poked your head up from behind the bush you were investigating to find him crouched, staring down into the greenery. You padded over to him and gasped at the utterly adorable sight in front of you: a full nest of baby creatures. Both animalistic and avian in nature, the fledglings huddled asleep in their nest, the second most fluffy things you had ever seen, after tribbles of course. The urge to reach out a cuddle one was immeasurable as you lowered yourself next to Jim and silently stared at these unknown life forms.

“Bet you’re glad you came out here with me now,” Jim teased, nudging your shoulder lightly with his own.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. You always do take me to the best places in the galaxy,” you begrudgingly agreed as you rested your head against Jim’s shoulder, the soft fabric of his uniform shift stroking your cheek. He laid a gentle kiss to the top of your head and secured his arm around your waist.

You both stayed like that for a couple more minutes, doing nothing but stare intently at every single little move the clutch of babies made in their sleep.

That was until Jim decided it was a good idea to get a closer look. He crept closer, reaching out his hand towards the nest, until it was nearly taken clean off by a long row of jagged teeth.

The mother now stood before you. And for what she lacked in size, she more than made up for with growling protective intensity. She was majestic; covered in plumes of multicoloured feathers yet held upon the ground with muscled, fur-covered legs. Like lightning, she was in front of the nest, teeth bared and poised for a fight. You and Jim immediately jumped back in shock, arms up in the air to mean the young family no harm. Alas, that was not enough as the mother suddenly pounced at you. You both took off running, full tilt, using all available energy to get away from the creature now giving chase. Adrenaline flooded your veins as you pushed on further, trying to keep ahead. Civilisation could be seen on the horizon as hope filled your body at the prospect of making it back from this trip alive. Why did you go with Jim? Why did you always end up in life or death situations on your holidays?

“I hate you,” you grunted out as you ran, lungs burning in your chest.

“Aww, I love you too, babe!” Jim called back, cheekily. “I’ll see you tomorrow for our next trip!” You huffed at his idiocy.

But he was right. You’d be out with him tomorrow.

You could never say no to him.

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conjuringmischief · 1 year

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@flufftober day 16 - "I hate you" - "I love you too"

Pairing: None

Word Count: 199

Summery: "And where do you think you're going?" Modern AU.

#ofmd #our flag means death #alma bonnet #stede bonnet #flufftober2022 #flufftober day 16 #my fic

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fanfictasia · 2 years

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Flufftober Day 16

“I hate you” – “I love you too”

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Shadows of Tomorrow

“Did you realize siblings were this crazy?” Marr asks, maybe a little over-dramatically.

“Yes,” Anakin replies.

He raises an eyebrow. “What siblings are you referring too?” He remembers once, when Anakin mentioned something about his father and crazy siblings. In truth, he never really knew who he was talking about.

“Really? Where are these siblings?” Ahsoka asks dubiously.

“Here.”

“Hey!” Marr protests when Anastasia cracks up. He tries and fails to smother his own smile.

“Perhaps we could get along after all,” Anastasia smirks.

The helmeted head just looks at her.

“You should have seen the first time he tried using a jetpack,” she says, seeming only slightly less comfortable under the stare than she was before.

“Now this, I may want to hear,” Obi-Wan agrees.

“What’s wrong with all of you today?” Marr complains in feigned annoyance.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed,” Ahsoka offers cheerfully, patting his arm.

“He took off by accident, zig-zagged around in the sky, then crashed screaming like a girl and nearly fell in the campfire.”

“I did not,” Marr retorts, “Do any of that.”

“And nearly got stuck in a snowbank,” she adds, with an evil grin.

“That is a complete exaggeration.” Which it absolutely is. Although maybe the part about taking off by accident and yelping in surprise – not screaming, thank you very much – was true. He was still getting to know his father then and learning to use his armor had been one of the things they really started bonding over.

“Once on Ryloth – ” Anakin begins.

“Hey, she doesn’t need to hear about that!” Marr protests.

“I have to, now.”

“I hate you,” he mutters.

“I love you, too,” she smirks.

“I can’t believe you just said that.”

“If you are all done, I believe we have more important matters to be discussing,” Obi-Wan interrupts. And for once, Marr can be grateful that he changed the topic, because they do not need to keep talking about this. Although Marr can only be grateful that Anakin seems… so much lighter than he has in a long time. He’s getting a little better, even if it’s happening slowly.

“Right,” Ahsoka replies, “We need to start with convincing Obi-Wan to train Leia.”

“Yes,” Anakin agrees.

Obi-Wan groans.

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yarn-dragon · 2 years

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Flufftober day 16! The Rose siblings are breaking into a ball, Sasha has options on the dress code

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#unprepared casters #unprepared casters fic #fluff #flufftober #flufftober day 16 #sasha rose #viktor rose #borys rose #the rose siblings #ballgrowns #breaking in

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princessallura052 · 2 years

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Flufftober Day 16

Okay, so I did Whumptober for the first half of this month and going to do Flufftober for the rest:

I hope you guys enjoy

#flufftober2022 #flufftober day 16 #voltron legendary defender #vld plance #plance #asexual paladins #aromantic asexual pidge #asexual lance

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cosmic-hoboandthehighlander · 6 months

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Prompt Day 16: singing reading one another to sleep

Fandom: Bob’s Burgers

Ship: Tedmort (Teddy/Mort)

Rating/Length: 6,843; T

Tags: Father-Daughter Relationship, Step-parents, Absent Parents, Absent mother, Divorce, Divorced parents, divorced dad!mort, Step-dad!Teddy, Growing Up, Bedtime Stories, Canon typical conversations about funeral homes and mortuaries, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Flufftober 2023

Summary: Teddy has been reading Abigail bedtime stories since she was eight years old.

Or

The story of Teddy’s journey in fatherhood

Day sixteen of flufftober 2023: singing one another to sleep

Authors Note: So this is one of the stories I’ve been writing for a couple of days, rather than one I started and wrote in one day. The length terrifies me too, don’t worry! That’s not even all of it! There will be a part two, I promise, it’s mostly already written it just got too long.

If you don’t know anything about my divorced dad Mort AU, I’d love to talk to you about it! This is another companion piece written in that universe, though it’s not part of a series or anything. This is written similarly to my fic “In a Lifetime” which I also wrote for flufftober, in that it’s told primarily from Teddy’s POV and mostly centers around his reading her to sleep.

@flufftober

#tedmort #bobs burgers #flufftober 2023 #flufftober day 16 #caboose writes

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incorrectmarvelquotesss · 4 months

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— flufftober (day 16) —

Warnings: fluff, dad!bucky (he’s a warning), sexual tension, a bit of sad!Bucky, pregnancy

Prompt: Fireplace

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

@flufftober || flufftober masterlist

A/N: these are going to be veryyy late submissions. but it’s not my fault writer’s block hit me now. i mean kinda but not really. i’ll be posting these randomly here and there when inspiration comes. enjoy!

Bucky surveyed the living room with a small frown adorning his lips and a small twinkle in his eyes. His eyes trailed over the couches covered in crayons and papers before falling to the action figures and toys laying on the floor like casualties of a battlefield. The smell of chicken nuggets and fries lingered in the air, mixing in with the vanilla scented candle he had lit after the boys were sent to bed.

He heard you before he saw you, the telltale creak of the second step alerting him before you could remember it existed. He saw you step up beside him with a sigh and send a long glance at the pile of dishes in the sink. He smiled softly at the adoring smile that had somehow, in amidst of the chaotic closing of the night, appeared on your lips.

He nudged your shoulder with his. "Think we'll survive this?" He joked when you turned your head to look at him. The teasing tone in his voice made you giggle, lowly so that you didn't wake the sleeping boys.

"We always do, don't we?" You replied swiftly, looking at the family portrait you had managed to take last month at Disneyworld—a gift from Tony. You and Bucky were at the center, holding the one of two-year-old twins each, Grant & Thomas, while the four-year-old Grayson was held in the middle by Bucky. The smiles on each of their faces were adorable enough to have you slightly hazy with the memory.

With a huff, you looked at Bucky and said, "Let's split up."

"Toys or dishes?" Bucky raised his eyebrows and waited for your answer. You smirked and looked at the floor covered in Legos, action figures, and blocks.

"There's no way I can bend down for that long, Buck," you answered, placing your hand on your swollen belly. Bucky chuckled and nodded, a rare grin on his face that lit his face and flashed his dimples.

You two were done with kids—you really were done after having three boys—but you knew Bucky had wanted a girl. And you secretly did, too. Especially after seeing him with Morgan, you both starting trying again. It wasn't as if you weren't opposed to having another boy either—all three boys were such mama's boys that it made both you and Bucky all warm inside.

When you had brought that up, Bucky had laughed and kissed your concern away, adding in a simple, "If this one turns out anything like the boys when they grow up, I'll be more than happy. Boy or girl." That was the end of your worries. When you two learned that you were having a girl, it became apparent that Bucky's phrase third time's a charm turned out to be true.

"I'll get cleaning here then," Bucky said while reaching out to grab your hand and kiss your knuckles. "But you gotta promise me that you'll sit down if your feet hurt. And you—" his eyes flickering down and his metal hand coming to your stomach— "don't give your mama a hard time, 'kay?"

A soft kick landed on his hand and his smile widened. "I hope that was an 'okay, papa' and not a hard no," he teased with a wink at you.

"Yeah, okay. I promise." You smiled up at him and tilted your head as an invitation. He leaned in to peck your lips and then you two split up as planned.

He quickly gathered the bigger toys first, knowing he would trip over them or not see a Lego piece before it was too late. After dumping those to the side, he bent down and started piling the Legos together and then dumping them into its container. He fell back to sit on his butt after noticing that he had been balancing on his toes. He sat with his legs bent and elbows resting on his knees.

He had barely begun and he was already tired of cleaning up. He glanced around the couch to look at you. You were almost finished with the dishes, wearing an apron to reduce the water from staining your clothes. Well, they were his hoodie and sweatpants, but he was pretty sure you wore them more often than him. He never minded it, even if he complained about never having his clothes with a playful glare aimed at you.

Bucky got up and walked over to you silently, purposely missing the creaky board. He wrapped his arms around you, feeling you jump slightly in his arms before settling into his chest.

"Thought I told you to sit down if—"

"If my feet hurt," you cut in with a chuckle. "I know, but I'm okay right now. Promise." He hummed and pulled you closer to him. He kissed the curve of your neck and made his way up to the sensitive spot that made you squirm away.

"Hey," Bucky protested with a boyish smile. He tightened his arms around you with mind to the swell of your belly and the baby girl inside to keep you in place as he kissed that spot again.

"Bucky!" You squealed, but pressed your lips together the next moment with his little hush.

"The kids are sleeping," he murmured against your skin, causing a shiver to seep through your body. "Don't wanna be too loud—"

Your hiss made him pause and move away, suddenly scared that he had hurt you with his strength. It wouldn't be the first time that he had, but those times were under different circumstances and controlled. Just as he was moving away with his arms loosening around you, you grabbed his forearm and leaned back into his chest.

"Doll?" He whispered, afraid to speak. He swallowed when your breath hitched again.

"She's kicking my ribs again," you mumbled, eyes closing and head tilting onto his shoulder. He relaxed a little, wrapping his arms around you again, and slipped his hands under the hoodie to rub little circles into the soft skin. "She's strong, though. That much is obvious."

Bucky kissed your neck. "Just like her mama."

"Pretty sure it's that super-soldier serum."

"Don't drag my wife down." He bit your neck playfully. "You're the one who gave birth to our boys. We both know I'm not that strong."

"There's other complications with that, anyway," you remarked, relaxing when you realized that the kicking had ceased.

"Just take the compliment, doll." Bucky saw you smile and open your eyes, placing the last dish on the rack to dry and turning in his arms. You grinned and an idea sparked in his head. "What d'you say we turn tonight into a date night?"

"What?" You laughed slightly and placed your hands on his chest.

"Just—" Bucky let out a breath— "Just go sit down on the couch, the only one not covered in papers and crayons, and relax and wait for me to clean up. Then we can watch a movie with the fire going. What d'you say, huh?"

"I say," you started, moving your hands around his neck and tangling them between his locks, "it sounds like we'll be watching what I want to." Your eyes sparkled with amusement and mischief.

Bucky rolled his eyes, but nodded. "Sounds about right."

"Well, then, get ready to watch Scream."

You backed away and walked into the living room. You hopped over the toys still scattered with a smile and flopped down on the couch. Bucky followed you and grabbed the remote to pass to you before he started to clean up the remaining toys. He started the fireplace and watched it blaze for a second. Then he realized that the lights had been turned off.

"You ready, Jamie?"

Bucky sat down next to you. Your presence seemed to warm him more than the fireplace.

"'Course I am."

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dailyreverie · 6 months

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Under cotton and calicoes

A/N: Y'all should know me by now. I see Santiago Garcia and I immediately think of the softest, most domestic scenarios. This one was requested by the lovely @campingwiththecharmings, I really hope you like it!! Title comes from The Hozier song "Would That I".

@flufftober - Day 16 Singing one another to sleep

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x reader

Word count: 917

CW: As we established before, domestic Santi is a warning.

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You had been tosing the sheets for what felt like a thousand times, and on the 101st fight against the sheets, the clock showed only 40 minutes had gone by since you last checked the time. You sat up, feeling defeated and exposed to the cold night air on your skin. Your head dropped into your hands in a futile attempt to prevent your eyes from burning with exhaustion.

It was then that you felt Santiago's gentle hand caressing its way up your hip to your lower back. It should not have surprised you, and neither should the soft glow of the lamp on his bedside table as it turned on. “What’s wrong?” The sleepiness in his voice stirred your heart with a touch of guilt. Santiago didn't always got to sleep soundly, and here you were, disrupting his peaceful night.

ou whispered, knowing that your words were as effective as speaking to a wall. Santiago sat up beside you and planted a tender kiss on your shoulder, making you yearn to close your eyes and fall asleep in his arms. "I can't sleep," you confessed, your voice tinged with exhaustion, and Santi chuckled in sympathy.

“I figured that out.” His lips traveled to your jaw, his arms enveloping you in a warm embrace. You found comfort in the warmth of his skin beneath your hands. “Maybe I can help?”

“Unless you are planning on giving me a sleeping pill I’m not sure anything could help.” You say in a lousy effort at humor at 2:40 a.m.

Santi laughs again, pulling you down to bed next to him. It’s easy to fit against his body, with your head in the crook of his neck and your hands over his chest, almost soothing enough to put you right to sleep as his fingers trail up and down your back. To finish it all, he started humming a song, a melody you are familiar with but can’t quite place it, your brain nothing but fog after being awake for so long.

Finally, it clicked as he reached the chorus of the song. In your groggy state, you asked into the darkness, "Are you seriously singing Guns N' Roses to help me sleep?"

Santi doesn’t answer, instead, he changes the humming to singing the lyrics with an audible smile in his voice. “She’s got eyes of the bluest skies, as if they thought of rain, I’d hate to look into those- HEY!” your hand slapping his chest interrupts him.

“How’s that song supposed to help me sleep?” You asked in between a fit of laughter.

“Well, if you’d let me finish you would be asleep by now.”

“Not with freaking Guns n’ Roses! What’s next, Metallica?”

"Okay, fine. I have a better one. Come back here." His arm extended over the pillows, and you cuddled back against his side with a playful warning glance. After a few seconds, he starts singing: “When you try your best but you don’t succeed.”

“Santiago! That’s just mean!” You push him again, laughing out loud without a care of the late hour.

“That’s the calmest song I know.” He defends catching your arm to not let you go far. “I’m sorry I don’t know any of your boring songs.”

You gasped in feigned indignation, a playful glint in your eyes. "Don't you dare disrespect Hozier like that."

“Okay, okay, fine. What if I learned one?” He was already standing up, rushing to the living room to get the guitar he never really uses but still keeps around.

“Right now? You are going to learn how to play a song at 3 am?” You rested against the headboard on your side, looking at him opening up his laptop to search the chords of a song.

“I’m already up, it’s not like I have anything better to do.” Guilt gnawed at you at his statement. He had been snoring no more than twenty minutes ago, sound asleep, as you should be too.

"You should sleep, Santi. I'll just go to the living room and scroll through TikTok until I fall asleep." Santiago caught your wrist as you attempted to move, preventing you from going.

"No way, no one gets left behind in battle," he declared, ever the army man, evoking a smile of tired appreciation. “Now, let’s get this started.”

You watched from your comfortable spot against the headboard, sunken in pillows and cushions as he scanned the chords displayed on the screen, dancing his fingers along the frets and strumming softly as he went through the first few lines of the song time and time again. His soft voice, mixed with the gentle melody, began to work its magic. Your eyelids grew heavy as you continued to hear Santiago's voice like a distant lullaby.

“...I fretted fire but that was long ago.” Santi finished singing the first strophe with a triumphant smile, setting his fingers back to the first chord. “Honey, I think I got it! Check it-” He turned to you, seeking your approval, but instead found you curled against the pillows, breathing softly, finally asleep. “I guess I’ll show you in the morning.” Santi gently lowered the guitar and turned off the light, casting the room into darkness again as he wrapped himself around you.

"Thank you," you mumbled, pressing a sleepy kiss to his collarbone as you settled in.

You were the reason he could sleep now, who was he not to help you whenever you needed to rest, too.

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ikaishere · 7 months

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Singing one another to sleep

flufftoebr day 16. it had to be time and malon, yall know that, right???

#lu #lu time #lu malon #flufftober 2023 #day 16 #linked universe #malink

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nicoline1998enilocin · 6 months

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Flufftober Day 16 | Lullaby

Pairing | Husband!Andy Barber x Wife!Female!Reader

Word count |~ 870 words

Summary | After a long, stressful day at work, there's nothing you enjoy more than sitting next to your husband, Andy, when he's playing the piano and singing to you. These moments work like a charm to get you to fall asleep, and you two lovingly call them your own lullaby.

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Angst (mention losing someone you care about, death of a minor character, stress), fluff (Andy being the best, most comforting husband).

Prompt(s) | 16. Singing one another to sleep | @flufftober

A/n | This one shot is written for day 16 of Flufftober 2023. I decided to give the hurt/comfort genre another whirl, so I hope you will all enjoy it as much as I did when writing it 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🧡

Divider is made by @cafekitsune | GIF credit to the owner

Main Masterlist | Andy Barber Masterlist | Flufftober Masterlist

Working as a nurse has its ups and downs, but today is definitely one of the ''down'' days, so to speak. Your job can be rewarding to no end, but it can also be difficult on days like today.

After caring for a sweet, young gentleman for the last five weeks, you suddenly lost him when his heart gave out because it couldn't handle the stress anymore.

Right now, you're sitting in your car before you drive home, and you can't stop bawling your eyes out after the shock when you hear that he has passed away.

Your patient, Justin, was always so sweet, caring, and funny, but most of all, he was strong. The fact that his heart was deteriorating rapidly didn't stop him from living life to the fullest, even when he was in a hospital.

But today, his life sadly ended, and a donor heart was on its way to save him, but they were too late. His heart couldn't take it anymore, and you weren't there to be able to say goodbye to him.

During your shift, you managed to keep it together, though you never stopped thinking about him, and you visited his family in the family room during your break to share your condolences.

It wasn't until you unlocked your car and got in that you finally let go of everything, and now you're seated in the parking lot of the hospital where you work, grieving one of your favorite patients.

You have no clue how long you've been sitting there, but when you've finally calmed down enough, you pick yourself together enough to drive home to see your husband, Andy.

There's always been something about walking through your front door and seeing him that instantly brought you comfort and warmth, today being no exception to this.

''Hi, Princess,'' he says as he envelops you in his arms, and you can't help but burst into tears again, and it feels like this time you won't stop crying for hours on end.

''C'mon, let's sit on the couch together so you can tell me what's going on, okay?'' he says softly, and you nod, your sobbing now having died down to soft sniffles.

When he leads you to the couch, you're still in your scrubs, but neither of you mentions it. Right now, you need your husband, and a change of clothes can wait until later.

''What's going on, Princess?'' he asks when you're sitting sideways in his lap, your face buried in his neck and your eyes closed. You're inhaling his comforting, soothing scent while gathering your thoughts.

''H-He didn't… They were too late,'' you sigh out, followed by another sob, and he pulls you close, his cheek resting on your head as he holds you close, rubbing your back soothingly while you allow yourself to grieve one of your favorite patients.

''I'm so sorry to hear that, Princess,'' he says, thinking back to all the stories you've told him about Justin. You shared all your worries with him, and Andy's heartbroken to see you like this.

The two of you sit like this for a while, Andy whispering sweet words into your hair while you tell him about Justin and grieve his loss for as long as you need to.

''Babe? Could you sing me a lullaby?'' you ask suddenly, and the smile on Andy's face lights up the room and your mood. Every time you're stressed or can't sleep, you ask him to sing you a lullaby, which is when he plays the piano and sings softly to lull you to sleep.

''Of course, Princess,'' he says, and you get up before letting him guide you to the piano, and you sit down next to him.

''Is there a specific song you'd like today?'' he asks when you're all settled in, but you shake your head and let him choose today. Today, he decided ''Listen To Your Heart'' because it's one of your favorites.

As soon as he plays the first chords, you sigh softly and close your eyes, and with Andy's voice in your ear, you slowly calm down and let yourself rest.

Though you're not entirely asleep when he's done, he still picks you up and carries you to the bed, where he lays you down before undressing and taking his place with you.

''I love you so much, Princess, more than you'll ever know,'' he whispers against your shoulder, complimented by a few soft kisses as you melt into his touch.

It doesn't take long for a dreamless sleep to take you, and the following day, you wake up wrapped in your husband's arms. You feel a lot better than yesterday, and you're very thankful.

''Mornin', Princess,'' he says, and you shuffle a little bit to be able to kiss him. The kiss is soft, tender, and loving, and it melts your heart as his hand ghosts over your side and down to your hip.

''Mornin'-'' you shriek as his warm hand wraps around your thigh, and he pulls you onto him so you're straddling him. He's planning on making good use of every last second of your day off, showing you how much he loves you.

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asoulsreverie · 7 months

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Warmth

Gepard Landau×gn!Reader

Word count: 650

Summary: based off on @flufftober 2023 prompt list– Day 16: singing each other to sleep

Genre:fluff

Warnings/notes: this story is suitable for gn readers. Also, fluff overload too much fluff I melted while writing this it's too soft okay.

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a/n: I am very proud of this fic pls treat it with love <3

Please do not copy my work or translate them to any other languages. Do not repost on any platforms.

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It's a rare occasion– to feel the warmth of your lover at night, his arms wrapped around you as you both rest after a long week. On most nights, Gepard decides to sleep at his quarters in the Silvermane Guard Restricted Zone. Afterall, it's tedious work; protecting all of Belebog from the fragmentum monsters.

He makes a point to visit you whenever he's summoned to Qlipoth Fort– but you being an administrative official means it leaves little to no time for you both to enjoy each other's company. Especially after the bridge between the overworld and underworld has been restored.

Yet in the late hours of the night, when both of you made sure to be able to spend time together over the weekend, it's hard to fall asleep. It's the warmth you both radiate– the comfort that feels so familiar. It's the way his arm is wrapped around under you, his free hand gently tracing circles into your shoulder. Maybe it's his breath, the way it's synchronized with yours, warm in your hair as he kisses your forehead.

Gepard sighs contentedly, and you melt into him. You're both tired, and yet too lost in each other's presence to fall asleep.

"Serval wanted to meet you tomorrow…", you whisper quietly,"she misses her little Geppie."

He hums, adjusting himself a little as he now simply drapes his arm around you.

"I was going to ask you if you wanted to go see her tomorrow…" He smiles. You chuckle softly. Serval has become family to you at this point. From performing with her from time to time, and your boyfriend being her brother, you've both become very close. And one thing about the Landau's is their love for their family.

"We'll drop by at the workshop then"

Conversations continue on. It's been a while since you've been laying in bed, yet neither of you seem to fall asleep. Not that you want to sleep– you'd much rather spend the night talking. But you both need it.

You start humming quietly, a new melody the band has been working on. It's been a while since you've performed, so Serval and you have had quite a few song writing sessions instead.

Gepard smiles, trying to hum along with you. But having never heard the song, he keeps messing up the beat. You let out a small laugh.

"Gepard…!" you complain playfully. He doesn't stop, now purposefully changing the melodies as he smiles, his eyes closed.

You lightly punch his shoulder, a difficult feat in your current position and his strength. He finally breaks, laughing. You laugh too. Not being able to spend much time together means you've come to cherish every moment with him.

He settles a little, letting out a yawn. "Was that a new song? I've never heard it before", he asks.

"Yeah, we're…", a yawn interrupts your sentence, "...still working on it"

"... Can I hear more of it?"

You sing softly, Gepard nuzzling his face into your neck, bodies pressed together. You tap your fingers against his forearm, so that he can follow the beat.

Eventually you switch to songs you both know. Gepard joins you, his voice hoarse as he hums the familiar tune of his sister's songs.

It's easy, the way you both fit together, even when you have to spend so much time apart. The way you crave his love and he craves you. For you both, even a glimpse of the other; simple moments spent together are worth waiting a lifetime.

His humming is soon replaced by soft snores, his breathing slow and even. You sing him to sleep, kissing his forehead softly as your eyes start to grow heavy. You feel him hold you closer, soft 'good night's and' I love you's mumbled into your skin.

The landscapes of Jarilio-VI may be frozen, yet anytime you're with him, the world feels just a little warmer.

#Honkai star rail #Hsr #Gepard #Gepard Landau #Gepard×Reader #×reader #Fluff #Flufftober 2023 #Flufftober #Day 16- singing each other to sleep #Day 16 #asoulsreverie

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haydendemonlizard · 6 months

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Day 16 (late entry): Singing one another to sleep

@flufftober

I'm definitely gonna redo this, I don't like the lineart.

Anyway, headcanons time!!

One unfortunate day I was listening to ptn and my brain suddenly connected one line to them and ever since then I've decided Macaque has a guitar and writes songs (for Wukong of course). Wukong loves them but Macaque likes to sing late in the evening for some reason so he always falls asleep.

#flufftober 2023 #day 16 #lego monkie kid #shadowpeachshipping #monkie kid #lmk sun wukong #macaque lmk #six eared macaque #monkie kid season 4

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mauannacreates · 6 months

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Flufftober day 16: Singing each other to sleep with fairytales.

Hello fellow readers, here's my continuation of the flufftober series made by @flufftober. Anyways. Before I start, I had lots of laughs and fun just writing this. And also I will put a swear warning, because there's quite a couple of swears. (for the good old fun and sake of it.) and I hope you enjoy today's story.

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“So, it’s our first bed time together~!” Marielle says, and gosh! Does she have to seriously list every single firsts that they do?

“Marielle. Do you have to say that?” Elaine asks, and she gives a brief smile.

“Oh yes, it’s tradition.” She gives a giggle as she goes and snuggles underneath her water bed. Yes, a waterbed. I have no idea how she would have, and let alone carry so much water stuff! And Tynan comes from the side of my shoulder as he comes launches towards the perch that’s on top of the wall.

“Marielle.” Tynan is glimpsing at her. “Can we go to sleep?” and the jellyfish goes and puffs her face up.

“You know, you guys are no fun.” She says. "just wanting to go to sleep without some time to have fun." And Elaine jerks towards her, and even Tynan gives a squawk.

“What does that mean?” Elaine says to Marielle's mouth tensing. “We are fun." I give a hollow laugh. How can that jellyfish not understand this? "What are you going to do? You’re going to get us to stay up late? We just fought our asses outside the whole day.”

“Lainy, no.” Marielle says very plainly. “Haven’t you heard of singing each other to sleep?”

“No.” Elaine glances towards Tynan, and his brow’s perked up as she twists back to her overbearing water bed. “Bed is for sleeping. Not to sing lullabies to each other.”

“You are very funny Lainy, but also too strict and overtly uptight.” Wait, where is she getting at... And what's with that amused smile trickling her lips. “It’s like you’re dying to be married to Andreas.” What!?

“No!" I glance towards Tynan, giving a half hearted chuckle. "No, I’m not interested in the guy!” And Marielle gives a chuckle as she goes and pets the side of Elaine’s hair.

“Don’t worry Lainy, I know.” she says, as she goes and... Why is she sitting on me...!? “I know that, once upon a time, little Lainy is all sad and alone, stuck in her dreaded little castle...!" I was not stuck. Seriously, I was not stuck. But the jellyfish waves her hand out, rather theatrically. "And that one day, she found the fairy god mother – which is me – and asks on how I could set her free. And you know what I said?" Do I really want to know, but she gives a sweet smile. “I said: ‘I am going to break that fucking curse that father Lanz has set upon poor princess sad Lainy." and she hoists her feet off of me and next minute, her hand digs onto my shirt and pulls me toward her face. "And I am also going to break that motherfucking Andrea’s heart’!" and woah... My fur frazzled up, but she gives just the briefest smile. "Which I know you, Lainy don’t want to be with in the first place.” She gives a hint of laughter before she faces between me and Tynan. Even Tynan's brows are raising... But it quickly smoothes itself. “And then, I, with my magical powers, have cut you off from those dastardly father ties, break you free, and now you’ll get to live a happily ever after with godmother Marielle, and handsome prince, Tynan.” And she gives a brief warm smile towards me. And Tynan gives a slight smile as he stares away.

“Haha, very funny Marielle.” He says. With a bit of an actual chuckle. “I like the story, but I don’t understand why I am the prince.

“Well, you are the prince of darkness for the next hundred years. So you mise as well make it come to use, Tynan Umberose.” And he stares at her for a while before giving a nod.

“I suppose that makes sense.” He says. And Tynan opens his mouth as he stretches forward. "well I suppose we should go to sleep now." And we stare at each other before Tynan starts to hum. It's low, yet... With how he just sits there and hums, I go and tuck myself under the bed. And then I close my eyes.

#writing #Marielle #Elaine #Tynan #flufftober #creative writing #sorcerer of runes (sor) series #Alt 7 #Day 16

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mslaevateinn · 6 months

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Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gwen & Morgana (Merlin) Additional Tags: pre Morgwen, you can read it platonically or pre romantic, Gwen sings, Morgana has a bad day, Morgana Needs a Hug Summary:

Gwen hated seeing Morgana sad. Anytime her friend seemed to be feeling down in any way, Gwen would immediately try to do something about it. But really, what Gwen hated the most was seeing Morgana cry.

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Day 16 of Promptober: “Singing one another to sleep” for @flufftober For the bonus #3 of @merlinfluffalooza and the song “May it be” For the square “G2 - Compassion” for the @merlinbingo

#Laevateinn #fanfic #Morgana Pendragon #Gwen #BBC Merlin #Merlin bingo #Flufftober #merlin fluffalooza 2023 #Modern AU #Modern no powers #Hurt/comfort #May It Be #catching up with the things I posted on AO3 but forgot on tumblr... woops #Laevateinn's Promptober 2023 #Day 16

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