#milk flufftober
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number 7 and 9 from flufftober list with alucard 🥺 baby boy is the prettiest man who ever lived and we gotta told him everyday
A/N: I swear one day I'll be able to make my fluff drabbles as long as the smut ones I'm still trying ;; I love Adrian Tepes with my whole heart I say it after every flufftober I write about him but I MEAN IT! Hope you like mwuah
“I could just stare at you forever” “Creep” “You’re the most beautiful being on the earth” x Alucard
Unnerving. That’s how Alucard would describe how you’re looking at him right now. He’s caught you staring a few times already. Normally he wouldn’t mind it, finding it rather adorable. But you’d be staring at him for what felt like hours now. Sighing every few minutes. Alucard tried to ignore it the best he could, really, he did. But how the fuck was he supposed to concentrate on anything at all when he felt your eyes boring into his soul. He sighed, giving in and closing the book in front of him. “Darling, you’re staring.”
“Mhm!”
....
He anticipated more from you, not just a nod of affirmation and a smile. Okay then.
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Alucard continued his day, and you yours, going about his duties within the village and you doing the daily chores around the castle (he always begged you to relax for a day, leave him something--anything--to do, but you never listened.) He’d swing in and check on you every now and again, and you’d just stare with a dreamy look on your face. Ignoring that. You’d talk to him while you washed clothes, yelling into the other room about some gossip you heard while he studied new defenses to put up around the village. Then the second he stepped into the room you grew silent, dopey smile on your lips. He thought he would burst, until you finally, finally, spoke up about it.
“I could just stare at you forever.”
....
“Creep.” You cackled, he continued. “That’s exactly what you’ve been doing. All day. I was starting to get worried I’ve forgotten something important and you were just waiting for me to notice.” Really, he was worried. Your laughter died down, hanging the rest of the clothes to try before bouncing over to the dhampir, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a chaste kiss. “Can’t help but to look at you, so handsome~” You cooed, peppering kisses all over his face. He smiled, chuffed to bits, and picked you up in his arms bridal style. You squealed, your giggles filling the air around him. Alucard spun you around, wanting to hear more of your happiness. It made his heart grow warm. “What are you going on about, silly girl?” You kicked your feet, leaning your head on his shoulder, and he swears he sees hearts in your eyes. “Feeling very lucky these days, is all. I don’t think I tell you enough that you’re pretty.”
That made him bark out a laugh, beginning to walk out the wash room with you still in his arms, making way to his study again to have you sit on his lap whilst on the chair. “I think you tell me plenty, sweetheart.” Alucard kissed your forehead, and then your cheeks, and then your nose for good measure. You sighed, melting into his arms and running your fingers through his silky locks. “No, I mean it, you’re so pretty. Beautiful even!” You sat up straight, taking his face in your hands. “You’re beautiful, Adrian. You’re the most beautiful being on this Earth. And I’m so lucky, to be yours.” Alucard let out a shaky breath. You’re always so appreciative of him, really, you are. But each and every time he hears you wax poetry about him it takes his breath away. He never considered that he would make you feel the same way you made him feel. Even though that’s a silly thought, sometimes it was difficult to remember that you loved him. Sometimes it was difficult to imagine anyone loving him.
But you reminded him each and every day.
“Correction, darling--I’m so lucky to be yours.” Alucard tipped your head back, pouring all his love and affection into the kiss. He wanted you to feel his emotions deep in your bones, enough that your marrow would turn to love itself. He kissed you until you pulled back to breathe, and he kissed you some more after that. “Adrian,” you started with a breathy laugh gently holding his jaw.
“We’re lucky then, together.”
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Hi, I love your writing! I was wondering if you could do more of Katherine and Elijah with a baby - maybe the rest of the family find out or something? There’s no rush to do this but if you could that would be great <3
Our Sweet Baby
Flufftober, October 11th
Baby female Mikaelson reader x Katherine Pierce x Elijah Mikaelson
Warnings: none
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"Nik, Bekah, you guys have to come with me right now. You'll never believe what I just saw" Kol rushes into the living room, not even closing the front door.
"What did you do now?" Klaus glares, while Rebekah rolls her eyes. All she asks is for one day of peace with none of her brothers barging in and ruining it.
"Nothing! I only saw something that if I told you what, then you wouldn't believe me. So come on, get up off your butts and follow me" Kol explains, both his siblings hearing the whining in his voice.
"Fine, but it better be good" Rebekah sighs and gets up off the couch, answering for her and Klaus.
It's Klaus' turn to roll his eyes, but follows his younger siblings anyway. Might as well see what Kol is yammering on about.
They follow the youngest sibling, ending up on a street right out of town. They're in front of a house, and they look over at the smiling baby brother.
"And we're in front of a random house. Kol?" Rebekah sighs, crossing her arms over her chest. "Just look through the window, and see what's going on in there" Kol points to the big window.
Kol walks up to behind the massive bush in front of said window, and the siblings follow him, exasperated. "Look!" Kol whispers excitedly. Klaus and Rebekah look through the window and their eyes shoot wide open at what's playing out in the house.
In the living room, Elijah is cradling a baby, 8 months old at the most from what they can tell.
Elijah looks down at you in his arms, and softly smiles as he walls around the living room. You're big eyes look around your surroundings before giggling and nuzzling your head into his chest.
He softly smiles and kisses the top of your head. His arms secure you tightly to his chest, making you snuggle up to your Dada.
"My sweet girl" he whispers before sitting on one of the navy coloured couches.
"What the bloody hell" Klaus says. And as if it can get any weirder and more confusing, Katherine freakin Pierce walks into the room. She obviously came from another part of the house. The kitchen is a good bet because she's holding a baby bottle filled with milk about halfway.
Katherine walks over to her husband and daughter and sits next to them. Elijah and her had gotten married long before you were born. 1958 to be exact. They've kept it a secret and killed anyone who had found out about it. You were definitely a surprise, but a great thing that happened.
"You want to feed baby girl?" Katherine smiles. You turn your gaze over to your Mama, hearing her voice. You immediately coo, and reach out the best you can for your Mama.
"Well, I think we know the answer, don't we?" Elijah passes your over to Katherine. "Hey, sweetie, you wanted Mama?" She hands Elijah the bottle, which he takes. And she adjusts you to cradle against her chest. You babble along to your parents, having no clue what their on about.
Elijah hands Katherine the bottle back when she's ready, and wraps his arm around her shoulders, having her leant against his side comfortably.
Kol, Klaus and Rebekah watch as Katherine feeds you your bottle, and Elijah watching you and Katherine with adoration in his eyes.
"Now are you guys glad you came with me?" Kol turns to them, smile lighting up his face, knowing what his siblings answers are even though they won't say it out loud.
"What are we going to do about this?" Rebekah says. "Without killing anyone please" she glares at Klaus, knowing his thoughts about Katherine.
"I'm sure they wouldn't mind visitors now would they?" Klaus smirks after a minutes of silence. "Great idea" Kol says, already walking up to the front door. Either way, if his siblings cared or not (which they obviously do), he would've disturbed his big brother and his apparent wife and child anyways.
He knocks a couple times, Klaus and Rebekah aside him.
Elijah gets up carefully from the couch, as your almost asleep, and heads over to the front door. When he opens it, he's not expecting to see his siblings on the other side.
He swears under his breath, bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. This is going to be one hell of a thing to explain to his siblings without having zero death in the process.
Why just why did his siblings have to bud in his business now, why not during any other time. This is going to be a long day.
"If it makes you feel better, we didn't just barge in" Kol says, cheeky smile on his face. "Kol" Elijah sighs and looks at his younger siblings.
"When exactly were you going to tell us you have a child, Elijah?" Klaus asks, face stone cold.
Katherine's eyes widen and she freezes when she hears his voice, and other voices as well. Before she can unfreeze and even think of what to do, Elijah walks back into the room with his three siblings following behind him.
She has no idea what to do, Klaus, her technically brother in law, is standing across the room along with Rebekah and Kol. He's wanted to kill her ever since she ran away from him the day she found out about the moonstone and his true purpose for her.
"Do not worry, they're not here to cause any harm" Elijah stands beside where she's sitting with your now sleeping form in her arms. He sets a glare on Klaus. Not any glare he'd give kol for disrupting something, but a death cold glare that no one dares crossing him, even Klaus, when he's smart of course. And right now he's definitely going to be smart. He's never seen Elijah this serious in his entire life, and that says something.
He slowly starts explaining what has been happening in his 'secret life' that kol called when he first starts. As he goes deeper in, Katherine explains some things as well. She feels a bit better now, knowing Klaus is standing down and only listening, not planning to do anything. And Elijah's right beside to protect her if the time comes.
The explaining goes smoothly. No one's hurt, and you haven't woken. The only thing that happens next is Rebekah asking to hold you.
She's always wanted kids, and since being turned, it has been snatched away from her, but she still dreams about having kids. When Elijah and Katherine both slowly nod, having a discussion with their eyes, Katherine stands.
Rebekah walks over to her and carefully takes you into her arms. Her grin is large as she holds you against her chest.
"I think we can manage, for now" Elijah looks over at both Klaus and Kol, who are still on the other side of the room.
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Day 3 of Flufftober
pairing: miguel o'hara × gn!reader (no pronouns used)
lumi's note: re-wrote this twice, lost the drafts and almost lost this too! so sorry for the delay.
The car ride to the park was in complete silence, mainly because you had no idea where Miguel was taking you, partially, because of what had unfurled just 30 minutes ago.
A lazy, slow afternoon at the diner you worked at was interrupted by your boyfriend walking in at about 1:30. it was unusual to see him at such an hour, and at your workplace. Nevertheless, you couldn’t complain, just seeing him made your boring shift worth it. He sat down by the counter, and you approached him like you would any other customer, trying to avoid the gaze of your boss. He asked for a medium American coffee, and then for a bit, he pretended not to know you, asking if he could have your number with that too.
“Oh, I'm sorry; sir, but I have a boyfriend.”
“Mm, Bastardo Suertudo.” He grinned, as you served him the bitter drink he-oh-so loved. “Why are you here, Mig?” He brought the cup to his lips, taking a sip. “Was wondering if you can get off early. I have something planned for us.” [Lucky Bastard]
When asked, your boss said it was fine, they’d had no problem since business wasn’t exactly booming, but told you to take at least a few orders before leaving. Miguel said he’d wait for you by the counter, insisting that he was ‘very’ interested in watching you work. He’d throw a flirtatious comment here and there each time you passed by him, gaze lingering on you as you made a milkshake or steamed some milk. It was not often you had a good shift, but you could easily say this was your best yet.
That was until your very last customer walked in.
The car came to a halt, realization dawning on you that Miguel had parked after driving for almost half an hour. He unbuckled his seat belt, your eyes stuck on the sight of his red, bruised knuckles and the small cut by his eyebrow. He ran a hand into his hair, pushing a few strands that had gone astray back. “Mig,” You pouted, grabbing his hands with one of yours, the other lightly checking the cut by his brow. “We should bandage it before it gets swollen, or worse, infected.” He shook his head, always too stubborn to listen. “It won’t, amor, just don’t worry about it. We should--” With a few minutes of bickering and a pointed glare his way, Miguel sighed, saying he’ll go reserve a spot for the two of you while you make a quick trip to a nearby pharmacy.
You had a general knowledge of tending to bruised knuckles and wounds, being Miguel’s partner required that. God knows how many nights you spent patching him up. Compared to the super-villains he fights on the daily, a lousy man throwing punch at him, grazing his ring against his eyebrow was by far the least worrying thing you’ve been subjected to handling.
The walk back to the park was not long, and the park itself was not crowded. For a moment, you enjoyed the chilly breeze, the crunch of withered leaves under the soles of your shoes. You were unsure where your boyfriend might've headed, but he'd be by the lake. After a few turns here and there, you finally spotted him.
On both his knees, Miguel struggled with laying down a red and blue picnic mat underneath the shade of an oak tree, the wind blowing it from every way. From beside him, he grabbed a picnic basket, and set it on one of the corners, securing it in place.A blush spread across your face as you came closer and closer to him. He quickly noticed your arrival, looking up with his brows still furrowed tight. "I was trying to put everything in place, but the damn mat keeps—"
The giggles you erupted at his visible frustration managed to make him loosen up a little. You sat by him, finally getting the corner that kept being blown upwards by the breeze. Silently, Miguel sat beside you, putting his hands in your lap while you pulled out some compression bandages.
Silence fell upon the two of you as you wrapped the material around his knuckles. Miguel cleared his throat, and when you looked up, his eyebrows were still very much furrowed, his mouth pursed just in the slightest. "You don't look happy, if it's about what happened—"
"No, no, honey it's—" You paused, then continued bandaging him up. "I'm just upset you got hurt. Usually, we just ignore whatever a customer like that says—"
"He was disrespecting you." He frowned, muscles tensing up at the memory. "And he grabbed your shirt—mierda, he's lucky I didn't break his wrists. How do you handel people like that?" His exclamation made you chuckle, as you let go off his hand and took out a little bandage for the cut by his brow. "We don't really get violent ones all that much, honey." He grumbled something inaudible under his breath, his hands finding your waist to hold you down while you leaned towards him.
You spent a moment cleaning up the cut, before finally applying the little white band-aid to it. You tried to move, but Miguel held you still, the frown never leaving his handsome face. "Oh, come on, mig, loosen up." Your hands wrapped around his cheeks, thumbs running along his skin. "I don't want to spend the rest of our little picnic date sulking." He chuckled, pulling you a little closer to leave a peck on your lips. Instead of pulling back, you kissed him again, and again, the two of you toppling over one another in the grass. You could feel his smile widen with every kiss, and when you pulled back, he had a full on grin, his pearly white fangs visible.
"Come back here." He demanded, trying to grab onto your ankle when you got off of him. With a swift move, you dodged, going back to the mat where your picnic laid. "Mm, maybe after this. I did not have lunch after all."
"You'll be happy to know I packed your favourites, then."
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Pumpkin Carving (Obey Me!)
The guys want to try out pumpkin carving. How does it go?🎃
»Characters: Demon Bros+Dia, brief side characters as judges
»Tags: Humor/Fluff, Bulleted Fic
»Notes: Part of OM! Flufftober 2023 // reblogs are always loved & appreciated :3 // halloween divider by saradika!
Lucifer: The Show Off™️
Decided to go for an intricate design for his pumpkin
He worked carefully & put his entire lucifussy in it
It was beautiful watching him work his magic he looked like he was creating a symphony
However his pumpkin looked like mush in the end
Everyone laughed. Everyone. Satan & Belphie the hardest.
Solomon: "...it looks great Lucifer. I can see the hard work you-"
"Don't patronize me."
Mammon: Macaroni Art Vibes™️
Complained saying the whole thing was lame but he got really into it
"Heh, look at the little guy!"
It actually looked really cute for his first pumpkin, it had a simple silly face!
Took photos with it only because "it's the type of thing you're suppose to do!"
The judges liked his very much & he came in 3rd place🙂
"...Ya so where's my reward!?"
Levi: Limited Edition Collector's Item 2023: Akuzon Fall Exclusive™️
Geeked out because he always wanted to carve a pumpkin! JUST LIKE ANIMES!
Of course he had a ruri chan stencil already made, he was waiting for this day
His pumpkin actually looked really good & made with love! He even added glowsticks to it!
However dun dun dun, tragedy struck!
He dropped it before he could show the judges
Poor baby cried his eyes out & you guys had to buy him his favorite milk tea
Satan: The Smashing Pumpkins™️ (please don't sue me, thanks!!!)
A little too good with a knife
Made the best intricate design out of everyone, it wowed the judges (& pissed off Lucifer)
Then he started punching & smashing it, completely obliterating it
Beel tried to eat the flying pieces that flew into the air
Delicately placed a pretty candle on top of the mush as the finishing touch
Solomon: "...You know what I like it."
He came in 2nd place!
Asmo: Bedazzled & Bright™️
"It screams 'I AM the now' you know!?"
I mean, he added jewels & even a mini light up disco ball inside
He carved his face into it & it projected his face onto a wall
some say they saw it reflect on the night sky like a hero signal
Was Luke's favorite because it looked fun & bright!
Note: his pumpkin got stolen off the HOL porch during the night.
Beel: Frankenstein Era™️
I know what you're thinking & no he didn't eat it 😐
(Everyone made sure he was well fed before doing the group activity)
His pumpkin looked the silliest, he added mini pumpkins to it & stacked them
Solomon: "What do you think would happen if we brought that thing to life?"
Barb: "Don't."
He did snack on the few pumpkin pieces that got carved out
...OK yeah he ate it all in the end but that was later!!! Leave him alone! He tried so hard!!!
Belphie: BANKSY™️
Didn't really want to participate but whatever brother Lucifer says, goes.
While everyone carved & decorated their pumpkin, he just napped on his like a pillow
Lucifer scolded him for doing nothing to his pumpkin
Belphie challenged him saying it was a work of art & up to interpretation
The judges 'ooo & ahh'd'
His pumpkin came in 1st place
LuciferGrindingHisTeeth.jpg
It's possible Lucifer chucked the pumpkin into oblivion when no one was looking
Diavolo: THE Pumpkin Face™️
"You can't beat the classics!"
Wanted to do a classic pumpkin face to keep human tradition! He appreciates human culture!
He took his time, stenciling was fun & cutting was a little rough
It got a little messy but he enjoyed it
The pumpkin ended up being a thing of nightmares but no one had the heart to tell him
(Barbatos cringing in the background)
Luke fainted at the sight. Dia naively took it as a sweet compliment
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Fireworks (Flufftober 2023 Day 4)
Pairing: keisuke baji x female reader
WC: 1258
Warnings: like, two curse words and baji may be a little ooc but idc
Summary: baji wants to go to the festival with you to see the fireworks
Note: i thought i would write something short and sweet for baji because he deserves it <3
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“The summer festival?” You questioned when a poster was shoved in your face.
You were currently sitting on a park bench with your friends when Baji ran up with the advertisement in his hand.
“Yep!” Baji lowered the paper to show his grinning face, “It’s tomorrow.”
“And?” You raised a brow.
“And we should go!” Baji exclaimed like it were obvious.
“That sounds fun,” Mikey commented.
“Yeah well, you guys tell me how it goes,” You hummed, “Because I can’t come.”
“What? Why? You always go with us to festivals,” Baji furrowed his brows, giving you a pout.
You shrugged nonchalantly and simply replied, “I’ve got a date tomorrow.”
“With what?” Baji sounded appalled. You rolled your eyes and scoffed, but answered him anyway.
“His name is Yuta, and he asked me to go out to dinner with him. He’s pretty cute so I accepted.”
“Why don’t you bring him along?” Mikey questioned, “You can always meet up after, right?”
“No, you guys will just scare him off,” You immediately declined.
Baji genuinely looked bummed that you already had plans, and your heart squeezed uncomfortably at the thought of upsetting him. He was right, you two would always go to festivals together; your favorite part was watching the fireworks. You briefly considered canceling your date, but you quickly shot down the thought, thinking that your crush on Baji was exactly why you needed to go on this date. You had to get over it.
Even as the subject changed, you tried to ignore your growing guilt every time you made eye contact with him. He definitely wasn’t hiding the fact he was upset by the news of your date, and the thought alone made your heart flutter.
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Stood up. You couldn’t believe your rotten luck. It was the next evening and you were at the restaurant you were supposed to meet your date. You were all dressed up and looking nice and then got stood up by the stupid guy. After several voicemails and unanswered text messages that were getting increasingly more aggravated, you decided to cut your losses and go home.
It was on your way home that you passed by the park where they were holding the summer festival Baji was so excited about. Deciding to take a quick detour, you wandered among the booths.
Your eyes scanned the crowd, but you didn’t see anyone you recognized to rescue you from this lousy night. Figures.
“You there! You look like you could use a pick-me-up! Why not try your hand at winning a prize?” A vendor at the ring toss booth called for your attention. You opened your mouth to politely turn him down, but then you stopped, thinking why the hell not, one game couldn’t hurt.
You paid for one game and the vendor gave you three rings while explaining the rules. The game was a lot harder than it looked as you missed your first two shots right off the bat.
You looked at the last ring in your hand and thought that if you didn’t make this then it was a sign for you to go home.
Readying your stance, you took a deep breath, concentrating all of your energy into this one ring to land on a stupid milk bottle.
“Don’t miss!” An obnoxious voice shouted right as you tossed the last ring at the bottle. You scowled as it bounced off the milk bottle with a light ‘tink!’ and you turned to see Baji doubled over in laughter as Mikey giggled next to him.
After the boys were through with their chuckle fest, Baji straightened up and smirked, “Stand back (Y/n/n), lemme show you how a pro does it.”
“It was literally your fault that I missed,” You crossed your arms but stepped aside as Baji paid for three rings.
“So what’re you doing here? I thought you had a date?” Mikey asked as he looked around like he was expecting your mysterious date to show up.
You scoffed, “Yeah so did I.”
“Ah,” Mikey nodded in understanding, then he frowned, “Well that sucks.”
“Yeah well,” You clicked your tongue and shook your head in annoyance, “Things happen.”
“Want me to kick his ass?” Baji questioned, having tossed all three rings and won a decently sized colorful stuffed rabbit that he now held in his arms.
You sighed and shook your head again, “Nah, it’s really not worth it. He obviously didn’t think so.”
Baji began animating the rabbit and brought it closer to your face as he spoke in his best squeaky voice, “Well who needs that loser anyways when you got me~”
You couldn’t contain your laughter as he pretended to make the plushie kiss your cheek repeatedly. You only stopped when Baji rested it on top of your head, seeming satisfied now. With a curious glance, you took hold of it and held it in your arms.
“Keep it,” Baji grinned before you could ask, “He likes you better anyway.”
“Oh,” You hugged the rabbit to your chest, feeling heat bloom over your cheeks, “Thanks, Keisuke.”
“Let’s get something to eat,” Mikey said suddenly, “I’m starving.”
“Good idea,” You agreed.
And so the three of you enjoyed the rest of the festival, trying different foods and games. Around the halfway mark you and Baji lost Mikey who wandered off with Smiley and Angry who had joined you for a brief moment.
“I’ve had a lot of fun tonight,” You hummed as you two walked to find a spot to watch the fireworks that would be happening soon.
“Well I’d say being with me is a lot better than being on some lousy date playing twenty-one questions with a guy you barely know,” Baji pointed out.
“Careful Baji, someone might think you’re jealous,” You replied somewhat jokingly.
A silence fell over you both as you found a picnic table to sit at. Then Baji spoke up in an unusually quiet voice, “What if I am?”
Your eyes widened at this admission, “I- you… What?”
Baji shrugged, “So what if I was jealous? What would you do?”
“I…” You hesitated slightly before settling on the truth, “I would probably kiss you.”
“Probably?” He raised a brow, but you could see the playful smirk make its way back onto his face.
“Yeah maybe,” You felt your cheeks heat up again and looked away, offering a halfhearted shrug.
Baji took his two fingers and brought them under your chin to encourage you to look at him. Your breath caught in your throat at how close his face was to yours now and you were certain he could hear your heart pounding, threatening to beat out of your chest.
“I think I’d like that,” He whispered. Your eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in, finally closing the distance and pressing his lips gently against yours.
It was everything you imagined and more as he moved his lips slowly, pouring every ounce of passion into the kiss like it would be the only one you would ever share. But with the sparks you were feeling, you knew it wouldn’t be the last.
He only pulled away when you heard a big distant ‘boom!’ and both of you looked up at the night sky to see bright fireworks exploding, painting the darkness with a variety of colors.
Baji grinned and wrapped an arm around your shoulder to bring you closer to him, and you got comfortable by leaning into his touch. Watching the fireworks together was the perfect way to end the night.
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Flufftober Day 4
Hot Chocholate
🎃 hyunjin x gn!reader
🎃 special thanks to @honeytwo for helping me translate this into english, correcting my grammar and other mistakes. thank you for everything! °♡̷•.
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It was comfortable. Homey. Pleasant. Nothing to do but snuggle up to Hyunjin and watch TV. Then he warned you that the hot chocolate was getting cold, so you obediently reached for your mug on the coffee table to taste the surprise he'd made out of love.
Your mouth felt like poison had been poured into it. You twitched and every muscle in your mouth clenched from the taste, which milk did nothing to help.
"What the hell!" you cried in agony.
"Is it that hot?"
You shook your head, then jumped up to rinse your mouth out with clean water. While you suffered teatrically and fought for your life in the kitchen, Hyunjin drank into the mug, only to grimace in horror. His body couldn't handle that wild concoction either. He spat it back and panted with his tongue out, following the path you had blazed to get to water.
"Salt, Hyunjin," you murmured as he flushed his mouth out too and you both leaned against the kitchen island, trying to recover from the interlude you had just witnessed, "You mixed it up with sugar." You rattled the box containing the aforementioned condiment.
"Shit! You keep them in the same box." Hyunjin buried his face in his palms, groaning in embarrassment.
"They just look alike. One has blue stripes, the other's green."
"Almost the same shade."
"Nah."
"Baby."
"Okay, they may be a bit similar. Next time, try it before you use it," you kissed him on the cheek and he softened and pulled you closer to him. "Now, let's make another serving!"
"You still crave some hot coco?"
"Even more. After all that salt..."
Hyunjin laughed, and you followed as you took out more mugs to sprinkle sugar this time.
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(Flufftober 2023) Kidfic/Petfic
Main Masterlist I Archive of Our Own
Flufftober 2023 Masterlist I Prompts List
Tags : Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Teacher Leon Kennedy, Kindergarten, Kindergarten Teacher Leon Kennedy, Flufftober 2023, Reader is genderless
(Flufftober 2023 Day 8)
The golden strings of sunshine caressed his hair, casting a golden glow upon him. His gaze drifted to the wall adorned with photographs of joyful children. Oh, it's been a while, he said to himself while scanning the photographs.
When he peeked into the garden, he saw those children running happily from side to side. Their innocent laughter mingled with the symphony of birdsong, alluring the whole room and serenading Leon's senses in the morning.
Leon reached the whiteboard, adorned with cute animal drawings and stickmen. All of the stickmen are delightfully colored in blue and red with crayons. He recognized the figures; they were him.
He's been a teacher at this kindergarten for almost a year. With a gentle gesture, a heartwarming smile, and a knack for connecting with the children through the magic of words, he effortlessly endeared himself and quickly became the favorite of all.
"Good morning, Mr. Kennedy."
He has prolonged eye contact with you as you draw nearer to him, making a close connection between you and him. Your gaze traversed his face, trying to find those gentle blue orbs of his.
"You..."
He returns your smile by playfully poking the cute, rosy cheek of the little one nestled in your embrace. The child is giggling at Leon's playful gestures, and as a reward, he offers Leon a few colorful block toys, a broken crayon, and a tiny bug from his mini bag.
Leon, puzzled by his gift, gave the kid a gentle smile and made him run away to his friends. After that, Leon's eyes swiftly reached yours. "Yes, I have a good flashback collection on my mind about this kindergarten."
You nodded as your attention swiftly turned to the squirming caterpillars cradled in Leon's palm. "You're everyone's favorite here, Mr. Kennedy. Even the headmistress likes you, haha."
He laughed playfully and almost lost his lung, and he put the caterpillars in the mini aquarium. "Really? I thought you were everyone's favorite. You teach me everything about the kids. You know, I was raised alone with my mom, and I don't have siblings. Kids are aliens to me."
As you gently shut your eyes, the caressing of sunlight envelops you, and the warmth becomes delightful, especially when you share a room with Leon. You offer him a mini-milk carton.
"So... do you have something good to share?" he asks.
A playful chuckle escaped your mouth and floated the rooms with your childishness, you stated. "You know, Mr. Kennedy. Sometimes teachers need a good vacation, and... maybe you want to join me for a picnic?"
His eyes widen in disbelief. You swear to God that his expression mesmerizes you. He's so cute. Too cute. How can he become this cute? "A picnic, you say? I would love that!"
"Perfect," you declare with a twinkle in your eyes, your spirits soaring like birds taking flight. "Then, we decide tomorrow at 10!"
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♡︎𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮♡︎
Pairing(s): Spencer Reid x Gn!reader, Spencer Reid x Assassin!reader
Summary: You and your boyfriend Spencer had everything you could possibly need planning to stay cooped up in your home for the weekend but you just needed one more thing —flufftober day;18—
Word count: 300+
Warning(s): Fluff, kisses, and Language
A/n: —GIF’s aren’t mine— he’s so fucking pretty man.
“It says after you put the condensed milk in your pan stir repeatedly at medium high heat” Spencer read off the cookbook in his hands squinting slightly at the small words that littered the page the result of him not wearing his glasses
“You know a lot of people die from these? Snow White is shaking in her grave at the thought” You’d picked up one of the clean Granny Smith apples that sat on a clean cookie sheet pan taking a bite Spencer sensing your sarcastic tone just hummed at your antics
“Well honey I’m pretty sure a lion killing you would be more prominent than an apple and they only kill about two hundred and fifty people per year both are very rare” The brunettes lanky arms had found their way around your waist while you continued stirring the condensed milk in the pan as it began to brown and caramelize
“Candy apples and Smart ass, I think I just need one more thing” You’d turned to face the brunette while he couldn’t find a way to hide his bright smile that you’d grown to love
“Yeah, what’s that honey?” The doctor questioned staring down at you with those big brown puppy eyes that could bring a well trained assassin as yourself to your knees in surrender
“Just a small kiss” You hummed with a small nonchalant shrug while Spencer pretend to think it over before placing a kiss on your forehead, then your nose, following down to cheek, the corner of your mouth… and finally your lips
You both couldn’t help but smile into the kiss before you had to break apart for air to reach the rightful place in your lungs
“Oh shit the Carmel” You gasped while Spencer giggled at your rushed movements as you cursed underneath your breath
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x y/n#criminal minds#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds x you#criminal minds x y/n#kinktober#flufftober#fall 2022#gn!reader#romance#fluff#i love you#thewriterg
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Sugary-perfectly-sweet
It was cold in the kitchen. Draco curled around his cup, warming his nose on the steam. His bones felt melted, stretchy, so tired and so sated. Honey-filled veins, candy-floss head. It still felt like a dream when he snuck out of bed, still so far beyond possible it was silly. But now, watching the day break over the old chestnut tree—now was something else. Draco drew a deep breath, closed his eyes.
Potter took his tea sweet: two and a half teaspoons of sugar, far too much milk. Maybe Draco should surprise him. Come back to bed before seven in the morning with a full breakfast tray. He could smile, be horribly tacky, say something like ‘sweet tea for my sweetheart’, all awful and brave. But he didn’t move. Leaned against the counter, shook himself a little. It smelled like Potter here, in his kitchen, in his hoodie Draco stole off the floor. He wondered what it made him, a bit of a thief, a bit his. Perhaps too much. Soft, though, the fabric, and so nice on his bare skin. Draco decided to keep it. He hoped Potter might feel the same way.
The fingers of the old chestnut tree waved in the wind, yellowy-orange. Leaves littered the whole garden almost on purpose. Like Potter in his mind, everywhere-everywhere-everywhere, colourful and strangely sweet. Draco tried shaking himself back, making his cotton-wool-head work. It was too early. Maybe he should go back to bed, slide under the heavy duvet, back to Potter’s intense heat. Maybe he could wake him up, make him say all those things again, in the light of day. Make him mean it. Maybe he’d be brave enough to do it.
But he kept standing there, holding a long-cold cup of tea. Too happy and too scared. Bare feet on cold tiles, real, here, real. Maybe it was enough for now.
He could feel it still, the ghost of Potter’s gentle touch on his skin. Warm, hungry fingers, tiny kisses sprinkled everywhere. Draco’s hand rose, automatic, to trace their path: behind his ear, the back of his neck, slipping down beneath the hoodie. His toes curled on the floor, heating from the memory alone, from the feeling of Potter in his honey-blood, in his fairy-floss-head, in his dream-filled-eyes—
No, it was actually Potter, the real one, shimmering in the new light. “Hey,” he said, pyjama bottoms with no top, hair mussed and incredibly, destructively handsome. Draco blinked for a long moment.
“Aren’t you cold?” Potter asked, coming closer. Slotting behind him like the most natural thing in the world, as if they belonged like this, together. “C’mere. God, you smell good.” Then, after a beat: “I thought—when I woke up, and you were gone. I thought…”
Draco turned around, swallowed the gasp. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Potter didn’t answer, just buried his face in Draco’s neck. Soft and impossibly real, impossibly bright, like the start of a new day. Sweet and so warm.
(First day of @flufftober! find all Robin’s Flufftober ficlets here or on AO3! )
#drarry fic#flufftober2022#day 1#Harry Potter#prompt: wearing each other's clothes#500 words#soft#when belonging is like hot tea on a cold morning and you have no socks on#and every leaf of the tree outside the window is waving#anyway it's october#rockingrobin69#RockingRobin'sflufftober
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Flufftober Day 7: Porch Swing ~ James Norrington/OC
[2,017 words]
My Flufftober '23 masterpost can be found here, and my behemoth of a main fic about these two is here 💜✨
It started with a night of disrupted sleep. Not an unusual thing, James understood, for parents of a child under one – especially given Theodora’s resolute insistence that they take on the brunt of the work as much as was possible. I’m not having children just to hand them to someone else to raise the second they’re born, she’d said. He could not pretend he didn’t see her point. Whatever reservations he harboured on just how much she shirked the notion of a servant doing the heavy lifting was vanquished after lengthy discussions on the topic of modern understandings of bonding…and when he saw just how strongly she felt on the matter.
It was hardly as if he’d been dying to pass his daughter off to a wetnurse within an hour of her being born, either. Whatever prior expectations he had on that score had mostly lain in what was the done thing. And when had the ‘done thing’ ever been he and Theodora’s method?
He just wished his wife would be a little easier on herself when it came to the standard to which she held herself. But he believed the phrase ‘pot, meet kettle’ had been thrown around when he’d voiced that wish, and so he hardly boasted of a leg to stand on.
It began with footsteps downstairs – but that was hardly enough to truly stir him from his doze, chalking it up to Hope attending to some matters now that they were out of her hair for the night. Then, though, it was followed by the scuttling footsteps of the dogs.
“What are those beasts of yours up to now?” he mumbled.
No response came from Theodora’s side of the bed…and come to think of it, he didn’t hear her breathing, either. Groping blindly, mostly hoping he would find her there and save himself from leaving the bed, his hand was met instead with blankets that had long grown cool.
It took few detective skills for him to track down his wife, considering the front door had been left ajar in her wake.
Theodora paced up and down the porch, clad in a nightgown, a thick dressing gown, and those favoured black boots of hers. Antonia fussed in her arms, bundled heavily in blankets, and one of the dogs offered moral support in the form of trailing along behind her this way and that, tail lazily wagging and nose nudging at her legs every now and then. She looked exhausted, face pale and the long plait her hair was bound back into fraying wildly.
“Did we wake you?” she asked when she spotted him.
“I wish you had,” he replied.
“No use in us both being sleep deprived,” she shook her head.
“It’s too cold to be out here.”
“She won’t settle unless she’s outside, and unless I’m rocking her. I tried to put her down so I could at least bring a chair out, and she started screaming bloody murder the second I did,” she said tiredly. “Those damned teeth of hers. Why aren’t they just born with them all? This is torture on us all.”
“What can I do?”
“Learn to produce milk.”
“I’m afraid that might take more time than what we have,” he said.
The smile she offered in response was strained, but it was a smile all the same. “One of the chairs – from the sitting room. Whichever’ll be easiest to carry. I need to sit.”
Within moments, he saw her furnished with the rocking chair from the sitting room – a gift from an elderly neighbour when Antonia’s impending arrival was announced, which had proven to be nothing less than a godsend. In another trip, he brought blankets, and once she sat comfortably, he went to the kitchen, a plan of action now in mind.
In record time, he returned outside boasting a tray in one hand, and a stool for himself in the other. On the tray sat a chunk of ice, wrapped thickly in cheesecloth which he quickly set into Antonia’s grasping hands (and she did not hesitate in depositing between her lips, settling down quickly thereafter – albeit with a furrowed brow and flushed cheeks), as well as a hunk of bread baked with fruit within. One of Hope’s specialties.
It took a little shuffling for Theodora to situate their daughter so she had a hand free with which she might eat, but when she did she groaned her thanks before regarding him with weary affection.
“I love you.”
James smiled. “And I you. Wake me next time. Have we not learned thrice over by now that anything we face is not so insurmountable when we face it together?”
“Are you comparing our beautiful daughter to Davy Jones?”
“It appears she’ll have his temperament until all of her teeth come in.”
Antonia mumbled nonsense noises through her mouthful of cloth as if in agreement.
With the crisis averted, he lowered himself down to sit on the stool beside the two leading ladies in his life, looking out over the lush green hilly land that they called home, backlit by the full moon and the stars. Though he never thought the would say it at the time, those first few perilous years of theirs had proved a blessing in a way, for it was now very difficult to take minor – natural – challenges too seriously at all, even in the midst of them. Whenever they struggled from overtiredness, or had to contend with an annoying neighbour dropping by uninvited, or one of the men in their employment needed a lesson in manners, they could always sit back and contemplate that at least Beckett and Jones were dead, and they were not.
With Beckett in particular, that reminder put things in a particularly rosy light.
Oftentimes, he had to pause now and look about them and wonder how any of this was real, half fearing that he would soon wake to find himself thrown back in time a number of years – that Theodora would be gone to Tortuga, and he readying himself to give chase, Jones and Beckett in need of vanquishing all over again.
He’d gladly do it, if doing so would get him here once more.
His daughter fussing drew him from his thoughts – a half-hearted sort of fussing, for she’d tired herself out – and when he turned his head he saw it was because Theodora no longer rocked her. Her head was tilted against the high backrest of the chair, her eyes shut, her lips parted in sleep. James smiled a little, and pressed one foot down onto the front of the curved rocker of the chair, rocking it gently back and forth. Theodora did not stir, and Antonia ‘hmf’d as if to say quite right.
It was then that he had an idea.
Theodora knew that her husband was up to something. Well, that was nothing to boast about because he’d all but told her, banning her from the work-shed at one side of the property. Although that new rule sprang up in the aftermath of his chopping and sawing a great deal of timber – something he saw fit to do in only breeches and boots, leaving his bare shoulders, chest, and back glistening from his exertions. Theo’s admiration of the sight had been plain as day, and no matter how cool he’d tried to play it, he’d never quite managed to disguise his smirk when he caught her.
“From hereon, you cannot spectate on what I do,” he’d said. “Or else the surprise will grow too obvious, and be ruined.”
Then, he’d added in a mutter. “And because Antonia will have a sibling before it is done, if we keep this up.”
The grumbling lost any edge it might’ve had thanks to the smugness that underlay it. And so Theo had relented. It wasn’t like there was ever a shortage of work to do elsewhere on their homestead, and he was too enthusiastic about this surprise for her to let her own curiosity spoil it.
Given all else that they did, it was weeks before it was finally unveiled to her.
“She’s got another tooth coming in,” she sighed one evening after Antonia had been put to bed – if not for the night, then at least for a few hours. “We’ll need to order more ice from town soon…she’s gnawing my fingers down to stumps, bless her.”
“I have something that will help.”
He rose quickly from the sofa, as though he’d been waiting for her to give him this ‘signal’ – whatever it may have been.
“A spare hand?”
“Two, in fact,” he smirked. “Which have made something I’m rather proud of. Wait here ‘til I fetch you…and do not cheat by looking out of the window.”
Punctuating his point, he drew the curtains and then smirked at her. Theo could only watch on in amusement; as well as feigning a great deal of patience that was not entirely genuine.
Finally, though, he returned inside and took her by the hand, pulling her up and leading her through the house, out of the back door, and onto the porch. Once they reached it – once she saw what was there – the smile slipped from her face as her mouth hung open and she stared in disbelief.
A porch swing now sat where they so often had to drag the rocking chair out to in order to soothe Antonia at night. It was long, enough to sit four at a squeeze but certainly two or three very comfortably, sanded smooth, and stained a deep warm glossy brown, hanging by chains on a frame that offered not only support but also a latticed little roof above.
“You built this?” she asked in disbelief.
“Artful and ornate it is not,” he replied bashfully, his hand still in hers. “I can build, but I cannot carve. The little shelter above was the most decoration I could offer, and even that set progress back a good while for it was a great deal more fiddly, to use your word, than I anticipated. But it is comfortable – and sturdy. With more than enough room so that we both might sit on it together when sleep must be pushed back. Or in summer, to enjoy the air and the scenery. In winter, even, for I know how you enjoy the col-”
As he spoke, Theo was reminded of her own nervousness – back when she’d bestowed upon him the rings that had sat on their fingers ever since. He’d teased her for her shyness then, and she’d enjoyed it, but she couldn’t bring herself to do the same now. This was a far cry from harassing a smith’s apprentice into knocking together a couple of rings. This had been weeks upon weeks of work, and physical labour – for her. So that they might sit together properly on the next sleepless night.
She wondered if she could still blame those pesky post-motherhood hormones for how she began to tear up.
James, luckily, was able to quickly discern that they were very much the good kind of tears, breathing a laugh and stepping closer still, wrapping an arm about her shoulders. “I had not intended to make you cry.”
Turning into his grasp, she rose up onto the balls of her feet and kissed him, arms wrapped around his neck to keep herself balanced. She kissed him then, long and slow, sighing her contentment as his arms wrapped around her to both steady and pull her close, the hand not firm at the small of her back snaking its way upwards so that his fingers could tangle themselves in her locks and ruin the updo she’d wound her hair up into. She didn’t mind a bit.
“I can’t believe you built this for me,” she breathed when they parted, turning her head to look at it again.
“I would do far, far more,” he chuckled softly, speaking lowly into her ear – most likely because he knew what it would do.
“Oh, I don’t doubt that,” she murmured.
And was rewarded with a brilliant grin.
Links: AO3 -- FF.net -- flufftober masterpost -- dividers by cafekitsune
#esta's flufftober '23 fills#flufftober 2023#flufftober2023#james norrington x oc#james norrington/oc#james and theodora#james/theodora#pirates of the caribbean fanfic#pirates of the caribbean fanfiction
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Flufftober 21 - Baby Michael
Baby Michael Langdon x reader (none romantic)
"Mommy. Mommy ! Mooooooooooommy !"
"Baby... Please, it's still very early, get some more sleep."
"But mommy !!! You promised, you promised !"
"I promised... Oh. Yes, that's true."
They had a week left to prepare, and Y/N was sure that Michael was going to choose the exact same costume as in previous years, the little ghost.
He liked that no one could really see him, not judging his age and telling him how adorable he was with his blond curls and blue eyes. He also found it amusing to add an accessory, a witch hat, blood, demon horns, to say that he was not just a ghost.
They never passed in front the Murder House when they were candy hunting. Even though Michael had a few friends in the house and he missed them a bit, he had promised Ben not to come near anymore, because it wasn't good for him. But he liked to be able to say that he was a bit like them for one night, a friendly ghost.
Although it seemed obvious that there would be no changes this year, Y/N had promised to take him to a costume shop so that he could do a parade and choose what wanted to be.
It could have been quick, but Michael considered this choice to be of the utmost importance, he knew he sometimes took a little time to make decisions, so he calculated that he would need at least a day to try on all the costumes he liked and find the one he liked the best.
"Mommy, mommy, mommy !" he repeated, jumping on the bed until Y/N finally got up. "The store is already open ! The best costumes are going to be bought ! Quick, quick !"
"I'm coming, I'm coming. Just let me have a coffee and get dressed."
"Quiiiiiiick !"
"You haven't even had breakfast, Mikey. I promise you the best costumes will still be here."
"Mummy !"
After successfully putting some bread with jam and a glass of milk in Michael's mouth, and convincing him that going out in his pajamas wasn't a good idea if he didn't want them to get sick, they took the car towards the store.
Totally excited, he continued to jump in his seat, smiling broadly and chanting 'Halloween, Halloween !'. It was truly one of his favourite holidays.
In truth, he loved all the holidays where he received gifts, hugs and food. So every holidays, really.
But being able to dress up added a certain magic.
"Mikey, don't run. Give me your hand, the parking lot can be dangerous."
"Yes, mommy, sorry."
When they entered the store, everything was just like the last time they had been there, which seemed to reassure and annoy Michael. He wasn't going to get lost, but he wouldn't find anything new.
As Y/N greeted the salesman, he began to observe the costumes, but unlike the last times, he completely ignored the ghost costume, to focus on less conventional characters, like the Joker, Gomez Addams, Mario or Woody.
It wasn't a bad idea, but Y/N was still surprised.
"Do you want to have the best suit on the whole street ?" she asked teasingly, knowing he really didn't like strangers staring at him.
"No. I want us to have matching costumes."
"Matching costumes ? Oh. Mikey, you know that I don't dress up. I'm going with you, but..."
"Mommy !" he begged her with his big eyes. "Please ! This will be fun ! Please !"
Although she considered it mostly something couples did, there were also times when parents would dress up to match their children.
If some people had the wrong idea about them, it didn't bother her at all. Y/N didn't care what people thought. Michael was her baby, she loved him more than anything and she just wanted him to be happy.
So, even if she didn't like attracting attention either, and she was a little afraid of being cold outside, she sighed before accepting.
First she had to calm Michael who was jumping and shouting with joy in the store, then they searched for the perfect costumes.
"It has to be a little scary, but above all it has to represent us well !"
"Because we're a little scary ?"
"No, mommy, you're silly. Although you're a little scary sometimes when I do something bad and you punish me. But it's not often, and I know I deserve it if I'm naughty."
"You're adorable, darling. Well, do you have any ideas ?"
Michael had lots of ideas, way too many ideas, and in the end he really didn't know what to choose. He turned to his mommy to silently ask for help, being unable to choose.
"Hmm. I could be Darth Vader and you would be Luke. Pfff, I'm your father."
"That's wrong, you're my mommy."
"Pfff, I'm your mom."
"I don't want you to be Darth Vader. Luke kills him at the end, I don't like it !" Michael pouted.
He turned down The Incredibles (he hadn't seen the movie yet), Finding Nemo (he didn't want to get lost), Pokemon ('Mommy, I'm not a Pikachu !'), Peter Pan (he didn't like Peter, whom he thought was a bit naughty), as well as all the other proposals.
They had been looking for several hours now and Y/N was beginning to despair when she found two costumes that seemed perfect to her.
"I'm Batman !" she said proudly with a big voice. "Where is my dear trusty Robin ? I can't fight crime without my Robin ! He's my only family, we do everything together !"
"... I'm here, Batmommy ! Ready to fight the bad guys !"
"Perfect ! And when they're in prison, we'll go back to Bathouse to eat Batcandies in front of Batelevision !"
"Yeah ! You're the best, Batmommy !"
When the salesman suggested they could get a Batgirl costume for Y/N, Michael stuck his tongue out at him.
Batgirl was cool, but she didn't have the same relationship with Robin. And if Michael had been Batman, it wouldn't have made sense.
It was Y/N who was Batman!
She laughed, apologizing to the salesman for her little Mikey's childish attitude, and they went home to get the Halloween decorations ready, getting everything but the basket of candy they would leave outside the door for the big one. evening, because Y/N had not bought them in advance, knowing that Michael would have eaten them all.
#american horror story apocalypse#michael langdon#michael langdon imagine#michael langdon x reader#michael langdon fanfiction#baby Michael#Little Michael#baby mikey#flufftober 2022
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Our kids are going to be *mwah*! Please with Alucard?
A/N: love babies love Alucard love the idea of him being a FATHER ;; hope you enjoy this drabble, thank you for the req MWUAHHH
"Our kids are going to be *mwah*!" x Alucard
It was finally that time of the month again! You were honestly so excited, you didn’t think you’d be as excited as you were, but now you look forward to it each month. Alucard, as stoic as he was on the outside, couldn’t help but feel jitters whenever the time came. You always had a bit more pep in your step, waking up a bit brighter, smiling a bit more. If not for the actual occasion itself, he loved seeing you so happy.
It was date weekend for Trevor and Sypha, which meant it was your weekend with the baby.
The couple promised each other they’d still make space for alone time, though they weren’t sure how on Earth they’d do it, considering Sypha’s family was nomadic and Trevor had none to begin with. You overheard them talking about it once while they were over with their son, and you couldn’t help but interject, probably a bit too loud: “I’ll do it! I’ll babysit!” Sypha gasped, all at the same time as Alucard sighed. Even with different tones, they both looked at you with the same question on their tongue: “Really?” You shot a dirty look to your lover before looking at the couple before you all smiles. “Yes really. I love kids. Just tell Auntie when you need her, I’ll take good care of him!” Turns out, you were really good with kids. Sypha and Trevor warned you of what little outbursts he could have, when he needed to be fed, along with all his special toys and blankets to ensure he wasn’t too much of a hassle. But he was perfectly well behaved. So much so that they were shocked at how smooth everything went for the weekend. They were sure he’d cause just a bit of trouble, no more than a normal baby would but still. You just shrugged it off, covering his belly with smooches to hear him squeal and giggle before handing him back off to his mother. “Perfect little angel!” You stated, proud. Alucard was even shocked to find out how well he did with you and away from his parents. He had to tease Trevor for that one.
And then it became tradition: you’d take him for a weekend while the two had some alone time. Alucard had always wanted kids, secretly, although he’d never talked about it with you. It just never felt like the right moment. Always too busy around the village, around the house, and before that? Too busy fighting monsters. Life has calmed down, but it still felt too busy to bring up wanting children. He knew you enjoyed them, figuring you liked them the way most people do: until they’re tired and want to return them to their parents. Even after the second and third month of doing this, any time their baby boy would huff and puff, and stir a bit of trouble, you took it with stride, doing everything in your power to soothe him down. One night he even kept you up for hours because he wasn’t tired and simply wouldn’t fall asleep. Alucard tried to take him from you, urging you to rest, but you simply shook your head with a tired smile, saying something along the lines of ‘I have to start preparing for my own, don’t I?”
Alucard brushed it off, as your tired brain didn’t comprehend what you said. It did though. You meant it. But the conversation never came up again.
And now it was time for you to pick up the baby Belmont with Alucard in tow, grabbing at the pack Sypha graciously packed for you both before bidding them adieu. “Look at this sweet baby! Look how big you’re getting!” You’d coo, lifting him up high and spinning him while he babbled and giggled away, small arms swinging in the air. Alucard’s heart ached, you were so sweet with him, seeing you cradle the sweet babe against you made him want to bring up children right now. Maybe after the weekend. (Unless you beat him to it.)
You sighed, sitting him down on your lap as you fed him, leaning into Alucard’s touch while he kissed your temple. “Adrian, do you think we’ll have a baby soon?”
...
What?
“What?”
“I think we should, they’d be so darling wouldn’t they?” You mindlessly spoke, spooning in some mashed carrots into the baby’s mouth, cooing when he took a big bite. Alucard was stunned, blinking in shock. “They’d have your eyes, I hope. But maybe my hair? Definitely your long lashes, I get jealous every day!” You huffed a laugh, wiping away some of the food that dripped onto his cheek. “We’d make the cutest kids, I think. Yes, absolutely, our kids are going to be *mwah*!” complete with pursed lips, hand gestures, and everything. “I’m sure you want someone to play with don’t you baby boy? You’d be a cool older cousin, taking them under your--”
“--you think about our future children?”
You paused, looking over your shoulder to Alucard, who had up until recently been sitting there in surprise. His eyes were side, unsure of what to say. You blushed, face heating up more than you expected. You hadn’t realized how much you really said. “Of course I do...I think about that often, you know.” You spoke, barely above a whisper, cleaning up baby Belmont and sitting him down on his favorite blanket surrounded by toys to keep him occupied. “I know we’ve never talked about it, but I hope one day you’ll be ready for them?” You asked, hopeful.
He hadn’t realized how much thought you put into your shared future. He always wished you’d be his end game--the only person he’d be with for the rest of your lives. But he was never quite sure, doubt creeping into his veins like a nasty infection. But of course he shouldn’t doubt you, you’d never given him a reason to. Always so vocal about how you loved and cherished him...it was silly to think otherwise. You pressed on. “I was...I was hoping that babysitting for them would make up your mind.” You didn’t look at him, only the baby, scared and nervous to see how he’d react. “Oh darling” he sighed, grabbing the sides of your face delicately and pressing kisses onto your lips, your cheeks, your forehead: anything he could get his hands on. He ended with a passionate, slow kiss that took your breath away. “You have no idea how happy a man you’ve made me.” He murmured, kissing you once more--before pulling away with a salacious grin.
“Let’s start trying after his parents pick him up, yes?”
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Uncle Cinderella
Day Four of Flufftober: Cinderella Moment. Read it here on AO3
“Good morning, Diaz’s!”
Both Eddie and Christopher, both who had been slumped over their cereal bowls, tiredness still clinging to them, perked up at the sound of the familiar voice. A few seconds later and Buck swept into the room with a bright grin on his face, lighting up the Diaz kitchen in a way that made Eddie’s heart swoop in his chest.
“Morning Buck!” Chris cheered, milk dribbling down his chin.
Eddie’s eyes swept over Buck as they usually did, taking in the deep blue jeans and tight t-shirt that he wore. Just the sight sent Eddie’ heart beating faster in his chest and his stomach clench. “Morning.”
Buck ruffled Chris curls as he passed the pre-teen on his way to the coffee maker. They didn’t need to make small talk as Buck made himself a cup of coffee, Buck not a guest in the Diaz home. A minute later and Buck was sliding into the free seat, knees knocking against Eddie’s under the table.
“Buck, are you here to take us to the zoo today?” Chris asked, looking at Buck hopefully.
Eddie shot his son an exasperated look, rolling his eyes. “Chris,” he said, tone warning.
“Sorry Superman,” Buck chuckled. “No zoo today. But I am here to take you shopping.”
“Shopping,” Chris groaned at the same time Eddie said, “You are?”
“Yep,” Buck said cheerfully. “Your dad said you needed some new clothes. Something about you growing like a weed?”
Chris grinned, shark-like. There were bits of cereal wedged between his teeth and it shouldn’t make Eddie fond, but it did. “Yeah! I’m going to be tall, like you!”
“Hey!” Eddie mock scowled while Buck burst out into bright laughter. Eddie elbowed him playfully. “I’m like an inch shorter than you.”
“Yeah, and your kid knows it,” Buck beamed right back. He turned to Chris, holding out his hand for a high-five. “Good one, Superman.”
Chris eagerly returned the gesture eagerly, giggling loudly. The sound filled Eddie’s chest with something warm and he couldn’t stop the fond smile that filled his face.
“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie mock grumbled when Chris’s laughter had subsided. “Finish your breakfast, mijo.”
t was a familiar, domestic, routine that had become so common place that Eddie had once tried not to look too hard at. The way Buck sat with Chris while he finished his breakfast and Eddie ducked a way to have a shower, the way Buck did the dishes while they got dressed, the way he tied up while Eddie hurried Chris along.
But lately Eddie had started to allow himself to look at it. Had allowed himself to feel exactly what he had been shoving deep down inside him. Buck was more than just his partner at work, more than just his best friend. It had taken Eddie many sessions with Frank to work through and accept the fact that he had fallen in love with his best friend. While it had been scary, Eddie felt infinitely better now that he had accepted it. All he had to do now was work up the courage to tell Buck.
As Eddie stepped out into the living room with Chris and Buck smiled at them brightly, asking:
“You boys ready?”
Eddie didn’t think it would be much longer until he caved and told Buck exactly how he felt.
~*~
“Can we get lunch now?” Chris asked, tilting his head to look up at Eddie with pleading eyes.
Eddie smoothed a hand through Chris’s curls (and relished that Chris still allowed him to do this every so often since he had become a pre-teen.) “Yeah.”
“Just one more shop first,” Buck said. “And it’s on the way to the food court. It will take two seconds, promise.”
“Okay,” Chris agreed easily.
“You didn’t need to do this,” Eddie said, bumping his shoulder against Buck’s as they exited the store.
“Do what?” Buck asked, effortlessly taking the shopping bags from Eddie’s hands, his free hand gently guiding Chris in the direction of the food court.
“Take Chris shopping,” Eddie said, scowling when Buck batted his hands away when he tried to take the bags back. “Take us out for lunch.”
“I like doing this,” Buck insisted, shifting the bags out of Eddie’s reach. “Besides, I need to pick something up while we are here so really, you’re doing me a favour.”
Eddie rolled his eyes. “Your logic is astounding.”
Buck grinned widely, brushing his shoulder against Eddie’s as they walked.
“Can we get milkshakes?” Chris asked.
“Sure,” Eddie agreed. “You can have one with your lunch.”
“Sweet!”
“Just here,” Buck said, nudging Eddie to a stop.
Eddie looked up at the shop, eyebrows raising as he saw it was a costume shop. With a hand to Chris’s shoulder, they two of them followed Buck into the store. Buck went straight to the counter, smiling brightly at the girl behind the desk.
“Hey, Buck,” the girl – Ashley according to the name tag on her shirt – greeted with a familiarity that made Eddie’s stomach clench tightly. “Here for your order?”
“Sure am,” Buck beamed.
“I’ll just grab that for you,” Ashely said before she quickly disappeared behind the curtain that was behind the desk.
“Did you order something for Halloween?” Chris asked curiously.
“Not for Halloween but I will defiantly be making it my costume this year,” Buck winked. “Got to get the most out of it while I can.”
Eddie was intrigued, even more so when Ashely returned, her arms ladened with the costume. Eddie’s eyes were instantly drawn to the blue tule that seemed to take up most of the protective plastic covering. As Ashley handed it over the desk, Eddie could see the blue bodice, decorated with what looked like glitter and tule sleeves.
“Here you go, Cinderella,” Ashely said. “Do you want to try it on before you go?”
“Nah, I’ll do that at home,” Buck said, taking the dress – no, the gown – from Ashely. “If there’s any issues I’ll call.”
“And we’ll get it fixed for free,” Ashely assured him. “Get your Prince Charming to help you with the zip at the back. There are a couple of hooks to keep it extra secure.” She winked at Eddie.
“Thanks for all your help,” Buck beamed, bouncing on his toes.
“Have a good day!”
On the way out, Eddie swiped the Chris’s bags from Buck so that he could carry the gown. He directed them to the food court, his eyes darting to the gown constantly.
“Is that really Cinderella’s dress?” Chris asked as they walked.
“Yep! Well, a version of it any way,” Buck said.
“How come you chose Cinderella?” Chris asked, blinking up at Buck curiously.
“Oh, well Jee-Yun and I were watching it and she wanted to play princesses,” Buck explained as they slowly made their way to the food court. “She was sad that none of the dresses could get over my shoulders.” He laughed and Chris broke out into giggles.
“So, you had one made,” Eddie stated. Something warm bloomed behind his rib cage, spreading throughout his chest and arms, all the way down to his fingers and toes. It was something fond and light and filled with overwhelming love.
“Of course!” Buck said, as if it was the simplest thing to do. And to Buck, it was. “How else am I supposed to be Cinderella without the dress, Eddie?”
“I love you.”
The words spilled out of Eddie before he could even think of them.
Buck came to a dead-stop, turning to stare at Eddie. His eyes were wide, lips parted as he looked at him and Eddie tried desperately not to squirm under the intense gaze. He could take the words back. Could stammer out a lie and move the conversation along. But the words were out there, and Eddie felt nothing but pure relief.
“You love me?” Buck asked. The words came out soft, almost like he was in disbelief and awe at the same time.
“I do,” Eddie said, unable to stop the smile from spreading across his lips. “I love you so much, Buck.”
Buck blinked several times and then he broke out in a giant grin. He took a step towards Eddie, closing the distance between them. “I love you too.”
Eddie felt the last of the tension seep from his shoulders and then he leaned forward to press his lips against Buck’s. It was soft, a press of their lips together, a quick taste before they were pulling away. There would be time for more later, when they weren’t in the middle of a shopping centre, strangers surrounding them.
“Did you really just tell Buck you love him, here?” Chris asked, nose scrunched up.
“Uh,” Eddie blinked down at Chris, a sudden wave of uncertainty crashing over him.
Chris heaved a big sigh. “Dad, how are you so bad at this?”
“Hey!” Eddie spluttered, unsure if he should be relieved that Chris seemed to approve of him being in love with Buck or annoyed at how sassy his pre-teen had become.
“I thought he did alright,” Buck said, winking at Eddie. He looked at Chris, the smile falling from his face. “You okay with this, Superman?”
“Duh,” Chris said, rolling his eyes. “Does this mean you’ll move in now?”
Buck laughed bright and loud as Eddie rolled his eyes fondly.
“Not yet, buddy,” Buck said.
“Soon,” Eddie added and swallowed as Buck’s blue eyes sparkled brightly. “But let’s start with lunch first. Come on.”
~*~
When the had finished lunch (and had their milkshakes) they made their way home. Buck drove and Eddie spent the entire trip staring at Buck’s face with a dopey grin on his face. Buck’s own smile was just as sappy, and he held Eddie’s hand whenever he had the chance.
Chris made himself comfortable on the couch as soon as they got inside, Eddie and Buck disappearing into the kitchen. When the bags were set down, Buck’s hands were suddenly cradling Eddie’s face and pulling him into a kiss.
Eddie sighed against Buck’s lips, melting into the kiss and Buck’s strong hands. Their lips moved lazily against one another, drinking in one another as they tasted each other for the first time.
“I love you,” Buck murmured when they finally parted for a breath. “So much.”
“Love you too,” Eddie said, brushing his nose against Buck’s. “Sorry it took me so long –“
“No,” Buck cut him off. “We got here. It’s doesn’t matter. We’re here now and that’s all that matters.”
“Yeah,” Eddie sighed happily.
Buck grinned, pecking Eddie on the lips one more time before he pulled back. “So, all this because of Cinderella?” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“More like because you were being you. Thoughtful, kind, generous, having a custom dress made for yourself because your niece wanted to play princesses.”
Buck ducked his head, a blush dusting his cheeks. “Eddie.”
Eddie pressed a quick kiss to Buck’s cheek. “Which you now have to show us. Go on, go put it on.”
Buck chuckled, grabbing the gown. He disappeared out of the kitchen. Eddie killed time by taking the tags off Chris’s new clothes and putting them away. When he was done, Buck was just coming out of Eddie’s room, blue gown in place.
Eddie breath caught in his chest.
Of course, Buck had gone all out with the costume. It was a beautiful replica (which must have cost him a small fortune). The bodice sat tight around his chest and waist before his long legs were covered by yards of blue tule that flared out.
“Can you help me with the zip and hooks, Prince Charming?” Buck grinned.
“Yeah,” Eddie said, the word coming out cracked. He cleared his throat, ignoring Buck’s wicked grin.
Buck didn’t say anything, just turned around so his back was to Eddie. Eddie carefully clipped the hooks together before doing up the zip. He placed a kiss on the base of Buck’s neck, grinning at the shiver it elicited.
“Done.”
Buck turned, the bottom of the dress swishing with the movement. “Think I can pass as a Princess?”
Eddie cocked his head to one side, letting his gaze sweep over Buck before settling on his eyes. “Maybe if you had a tiara too.”
Buck shoved Eddie’s shoulder lightly. “Dick.”
“You look amazing,” Eddie said sincerely. “Jee-Yun is lucky to have you as her uncle.”
“Thanks,” Buck said, giving Eddie a bashful smile.
“Go show Chris,” Eddie said, stepping aside to let Buck pass. “Maybe you can convince him to dress up as a pumpkin for Halloween.”
Buck grinned as he swept past Eddie. “Only if you’ll be Prince Charming.”
Eddie chuckled as Buck disappeared down the hall. He sagged against the wall, a bright smile on his face as Chris let out a loud shriek.
“You look awesome!”
Eddie ducked his head, his cheeks aching as his smile grew wider. It may have taken him a while, but Buck was right. They were here now and all that mattered now was the two people in the living room and all the moments they would create going forward.
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Sweet tooth
Fandom: P1Harmony
Sickie: Intak
Caregiver: Taeyang
Prompts: 'Sweet tooth' & 'Wearing each other's clothes' @flufftober
No one’s POV.:
Keeho groaned, doubling over panting as they struck the ending pose. They had been in the practice room all afternoon, working on their dance moves. Though he had thought his stamina to be quite alright, he really struggled to catch his breath right now. This had been their last run-through and Jiung cheered breathlessly at the prospect of being done with their schedule for the day. As Keeho’s eyes wandered through the practice room, checking on all of his members, the leader was relieved that he wasn’t the only one who felt close to dying. Maybe his stamina wasn’t so bad after all. A tired chuckle pulled at his lips as he spotted the two maknaes sprawled out on the floor. They had gone all out during practice and looked like they wouldn’t be getting back up in days. Taeyang was leaning against the wall next to his back, trying to catch his breath as he sipped some water.
Intak plopped down next to Taeyang, resting his back against the wall was he sluggishly dug through his bag to retrieve his water bottle. As the boy greedily gulped down his water, Keeho fetched Shota and Jongseob their bottles too and brought them over to them, encouraging them to drink some as they had been sweating a lot. Jiung stuffed his empty water bottle back into his bag and breathed: “I’m starving! What do you guys wana eat for dinner?” None of them had really eaten much for lunch, afraid of making themselves sick by dancing on a full stomach. “How about McDonald’s?”, Keeho offered, drying his face, “We can stop at the drive-through on our way back. I don’t think anyone’s in the mood to cook.” His idea was met with tired cheers because he was right. They were all ready to drop and cooking sounded far to exhausting, while they felt too sweaty and disgusting to eat out.
Since all of them were starving after so much dancing and only having very little food that day, they ordered a lot. Sure, their meal choice wasn’t the healthiest but they were usually eating healthy and this felt like a great reward for their hard work that day. The member had a hard time waiting till they got home, already wanting to dig in while in the car. Still, they managed to control themselves their excitement overpowering their exhaustion as they hurried from the car to their dorm, rushing to kick off their shoes and get to the dinner table before their food grew completely cold.
Most of the members had similar orders, a burger, fries and some soda. Intak was the odd one out, his sweet tooth showing even more now that he had waited to the point of getting so incredibly hungry. Sure, there had to be a savory part to his meal, so he ordered chicken nuggets and fries but he was mainly focused on the pie and milkshake he had gotten as a dessert. “Don’t give yourself a tummy ache”, Keeho laughed, watching Intak sip his milkshake in between bites of chicken. The younger had originally planned to have separate sweet and savory but he just couldn’t he craved something sweet. To his own surprise, Intak still felt a little hungry after dinner, so while the first members took their turns showering, he contemplated what snack he could have to make sure he wouldn’t go to bed hungry. His sweet tooth was still carving something sugary, so he eventually got himself some cookies. Seeing how contently his dongsaeng dipped his cookies into milk, Jiung didn’t comment on the younger probably overdoing it, though he couldn’t help but wonder how the boy managed to stomach all that food.
Since Intak was still busy satisfying his cravings, he ended up being the last member to take a shower. He winced a bit when he noticed how stuffed his tummy looked as he stepped into the shower. Yeah, he wasn’t proud of his decisions today but everyone had those days, so it would be okay, he told himself. Intak could hear his stomach gurgle, trying to digest the overwhelming amount of food he had just consumed. There was some discomfort and bloating but that was to be expected. He let out a few breathy burps as he dried off and put on his sleep clothes. The other members were already in bed, drained from their intense practice session. Intak sighed when he realized his roommates had already fallen asleep, as he didn’t feel like he could fall asleep quite yet.
As he lay awake scrolling through his phone, Intak felt his stomach cramp up and while the initial cramp eventually faded, a dull ache remained. He ran his palm over his bloated middle and muffled a burp into his pillow. It brought back the taste of his dinner, which all of a sudden wasn’t appealing at all anymore. Hoping that one of the other members was still awake to maybe hang out and distract him from the pain till he could sleep Intak got out of bed. He had to move carefully, slightly bent over to not trigger another cramp. With one arm protectively wrapped around his middle, he made his way over to the other bedroom.
Walking only seemed to upset his stomach further, a sour burp burning his throat as he paused at the door to collect himself. Intak silently opened the door and noted that both of his dongsaengs were deeply asleep. It wasn’t surprising, seeing as they had been completely spent after dance practice. To Intak’s relief though, Taeyang propped himself up on his elbows when he noticed the door open. The oldest had slowly been drifting off but snapped out of it the second he felt someone’s presence. “What’s up?”, he yawned as his dongsaeng approached his bed. Shakily taking a seat on the edge of the mattress, Intak confessed: “My tummy really hurts.” – “Not really surprising”, Taeyang noted, sitting up to take a better look at the younger. “True”, the boy sighed, slipping his hand under his shirt to rub his stomach. The organ gave an angry gurgle, making him wince. Patting Intak’s shoulder, Taeyang whispered: “Do you want medicine? What can I do?” – “I-I don’t know”, the younger whimpered, burying his face in his hands.
“Alright, come on”, Taeyang breathed, getting out of bed, “Let’s go to the living room. Hyung will make you some tea, okay? See if we can get your stomach to settle.” Intak let the older pull him along though he was admittedly still really slow, every step threatening to unsettle his stomach further. While the oldest made his way to the kitchen to start the kettle, Intak collapsed onto the couch and pulled the blanket from the back to cover himself. Miserably curling in on himself, the boy palmed at his sore middle and took shaky breaths to quell the rising queasiness.
When Taeyang joined him, the oldest was carrying a steaming cup of tea and hummed: “How long has your stomach been hurting?” – “It started shortly after I went to bed”, Intak groaned, squeezing his eyes shut, “I know I brought this upon myself. I just didn’t want to be alone.” Sighing, the older took a seat next to him and whispered: “You really have a sweet tooth, don’t you? Here, careful. It’s still hot but it might help your stomach.” – “I-I”, Intak mumbled, muffling a queasy belch against his knuckles, “I don’t know if- if I should put anything in my stomach right now. It’s- it’s so full.” Calmly running his fingers through the younger’s hair, Taeyang sighed: “I bet it is. You can take your time and once you ready just sip it slowly, yeah?” Intak nodded, swallowing thickly as he palms started to sweat. Wiping his clammy hands on the blanket, he sat up and drew a shaky breath. “You okay?”, Taeyang frowned worriedly as he watched the color drain from his dongsaeng’s face.
Clamping both hands over his lips, Intak shot up from the couch and made a dash to the bathroom. He made it just in time for his stomach to violently reject everything he had eaten that evening. Wincing in sympathy, Taeyang knelt down behind the younger and comfortingly patted his back. Sweat trickled down Intak’s temple as he threw up two large waves back to back, weakly gasping for air afterwards. “You’re okay”, the older assured softly, “You’ll feel a lot better once you got that out.” Intak only managed a pained whimper before his throat contracted with another retch. His stomach really wasn’t happy at all, churning painfully under his palm. His eyes watered as he choked up another wave, barely noticing Keeho joining them. The leader had woken up from the commotion and went to check on them. “He’ll be fine”, Taeyang whispered, running his hand up and down Intak’s back, feeling his spine ripple as the boy got sick, “Just really overdid it earlier and gave himself a tummy ache.”
Over the ringing in his ears, Intak couldn’t understand what his hyungs were saying but relaxed when a cool towel was draped over the back of his neck. His body was shaking from the exertion, sweat running down his back. “Thanks”, Taeyang hummed when Keeho returned with Intak’s tea and a bottle of water, “You can really go back to bed. I got him. Two sleep-deprived members are enough.” The leader was hesitant to leave his sick dongsaeng but Taeyang did have a point. It was enough if two of them were exhausted and he did trust the oldest to take good care of their friend. Chewing on his lip as he mulled it over, Keeho eventually sighed: “Alright, you two wake me if you need anything. Feel better, puppy.”
Intak was panting when he finally caught a break. Tearing off some toilet paper, he dabbed at his forehead and wiped his lips. “Gosh, next time please stop me”, he rasped, looking up at Taeyang with red-rimmed eyes, “Now I feel awful and yeah, I learned my lesson.” – “Good thing you did”, the oldest chuckled sympathetically, “Do you think you’re done?” Intak shrugged. His stomach was still in knots but his throat was raw and his head pounded. He did accept his tea though, taking a tiny sip to test his stomach. Taeyang flushed the toilet for him and they just sat for a while, Intak resting his head on his hyung’s shoulder.
“Do you want to stay with me tonight?”, Taeyang asked quietly, still worried though the younger was slowly sipping his tea as the color returned to his face, “I could rub your tummy and would be close by, so you can wake me if you start feeling worse again.” Nodding tiredly, Intak gave a sad sniffle. He rubbed his eyes and breathed: “I’m sorry for all the trouble, hyung. I should’ve known better.” – “Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. As long as you acknowledge it and learn, it’s alright”, Taeyang comforted, getting to his feet, “Your shirt is completely sweat through. Do you want to borrow one of mine? You wouldn’t risk waking Keeho and Jiung….” The younger nodded tiredly, struggling to peel the sticky fabric off his skin. His stomach growled when he lifted his arms over his head to have Taeyang help him take it off. Grabbing the damp towel, Intak quickly wiped his neck and chest, glad to feel a little less disgusting.
Like a lost puppy, he followed his hyung to his bedroom and accepted the shirt the older handed him. The soft material felt nice on his sensitive skin and he deeply inhaled the comforting scent of laundry detergent. Taeyang pulled the trashcan up to his bed and went to lay down, patting the space next to him. Shyly crawling under the blanket next to the oldest, Intak tensed up when the other’s hand slipped under his shirt. He released a shaky breath, slowly relaxing as his hyung lightly drew circles over his bloated middle. “Try to get some sleep”, Taeyang whispered as he continued to rub the younger’s tummy, “And don’t hesitate to wake me if you need something.”
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Flufftober Day 15 - Accidents Don’t Just Happen Accidentally
@flufftober
Fandom: Stardew Valley
Pairing: Sebastian x Reader
Word Count: 2002
Reader Pronouns: She/Her
Warnings: Cursing
This is one chapter of an entire linear story! It can be read separately but is better when read as a whole. Enjoy!
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Every morning, after checking over your crops, your next stop is always to head to your barn. It’s been a few months since you got your first cow, and now you’re the proud owner of three (two brown, one white) and even a goat. You spend about a half hour milking them all, making sure they’re fed, and giving them the love they deserve. Even though they can’t be considered “pets,” you love them as if they were.
You get to the barn a little later in the morning than you usually do, since you had to collect some of your eggplants and put them away, so the cows are even more excited to see you than usual. The goat is still warming up to you as you’ve only had her for a few weeks, but she still trots over to sniff curiously at your feet before prancing away again.
“Sorry I’m late, ladies,” you say as you drag your stool and bucket over from the corner of the barn. “I hope you guys are ready to be milked.”
One of your cows, Lola, moos softly at you, so you take that as a sign that she wants to be first and set the stool up next to her. You give her a few pats first and then start to knead her udders to make the milk spurt out.
You’re halfway through the process when you hear a knock on the door of the barn. Glancing back, you see Sebastian. Not exactly the optimal time for him to see you, while you’re wearing your dirty work overalls and are covered in the spray of cow milk, but it’s nice to see him anyway.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” you ask, directing your voice towards him but turning your attention back to milking the cow before she gets too impatient.
“Just wanted to see what you were up to today, thought maybe I could stop by and get a sample of farm life,” replies Sebastian. “Am I interrupting anything?”
“Not at all, you’re free to come in if you want to.” You squeeze the cow’s udders one final time and then give her a light pat on her haunch to let her know that she’s free to go. “Just don’t close the door behind you, the inside latch is broken so it’ll lock from the outside.” Sebastian nods and heads inside, crouching down next to you on the stool so he’s close to your eye level.
“You do this every morning?” he asks as you stand up from your stool and lead the next cow over.
“Yup! It’s hard work, but it’ll keep my income steady during the winter when I can’t grow crops, and these animals are like my family.” You stroke the cow standing in front of you as you sit down again, then get to work milking. Sebastian watches curiously.
“This doesn’t hurt them?” he asks, watching your fingers work on the udders.
“Not at all,” you respond. “Would you like to give it a go? It’s easy once you get the hang of it.”
“Oh, um, sure.” You stand up and gesture to the stool, where Sebastian sits and looks at the cow in front of him, seeming completely lost. “Do I just… pull?”
“Don’t pull, squeeze.” Leaning forward over Sebastian’s shoulder, you demonstrate how he should be moving his hands. Then, to get him started, you gently take hold of his fingers and show him where to place them. He starts to follow your instructions and lets out a gasp when the milk squirts out and splatters all over him.
“You might want to aim a little further down,” you say, unable to suppress your laughter. Sebastian rolls his eyes but tries again, this time managing to get (most of) the milk into the pail.
You’re so distracted watching Sebastian milk the cow that you’re half a second too late to notice creaking from behind you. You turn just in time to see your beloved Lola nudging the barn door shut with her nose, locking it from the outside.
“Lola!” you scream, but it’s already too late. She looks over at you curiously with her big, dark eyes, acting as if she didn’t just trap you inside your barn. Sebastian has stopped milking his cow, and he’s now staring, mouth slightly agape, at the closed door.
“That’s bad,” he says simply. You spin around to look at him, panic evident on your face.
“Please tell me you brought your phone.”
Sebastian shoves his hands into his hoodie pocket, but his face falls. “Shit, it was dead, so I left it at home.”
“Mine is in the house, I never take it out with me when I’m doing chores,” you say. “Fuck!”
“Take a deep breath, we’re going to be fine,” assures Sebastian. “It’s a small town, someone’s going to notice we’re gone and come looking at some point.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I need to calm down.” You close your eyes and take a deep breath in. You’re going to be okay.
“I can try the door if you want. See if I can jimmy it open,” suggests Sebastian. You don’t think there’s much point, but you nod, so Sebastian gets up and heads to the entrance of the barn. You, meanwhile, still have to get your cows milked, so you sit down on the stool and focus your energy on your chores.
You finish the third cow (the goat is still too young to be milked, so no need to worry about her) right as Sebastian comes back from the door, shaking his head.
“No luck. I tried shifting the door to reach the latch outside but it won’t open enough.”
“It’s okay, thanks for trying.” You give the third cow a light pat and she saunters away, heading to the trough in the back to get a snack for herself. “I’m really sorry you’re stuck in here.”
“It’s not your fault, no need to be sorry,” replies Sebastian. “We just have to make the best of it, right?”
“Right.” You take note that Sebastian is still standing, and you lift yourself off the stool, gesturing to it. “You can sit if you want, I’m okay to stand.”
“Even though I spend most of the day in front of a desk, I’m still capable of standing,” he responds, his tone humourous. Instead of taking the stool, he walks over to one of your cows and asks, “Can I pet her?”
“Of course! She likes being scratched around her ears the most.” Sebastian brings both hands up and starts to stroke the cow behind her ears. She closes her eyes and leans into him with a look of bliss on her face. It’s pretty adorable, how happy they both look.
Meanwhile, you spot Lola laying down on the floor on the other side of the barn, so you walk over to her and lower yourself to the ground, using her large body as a backrest. She turns to look at you when you sit down and you stroke her neck, smiling a little.
“I forgive you, Lola, I know you didn’t mean to lock us in here,” you say. She moos at you in response, almost like she understands.
You hear footsteps and look up in time to see Sebastian sitting on the floor to your left, leaning against Lola as well. He drums his fingers on his knees but doesn’t say anything, even though he looks like he wants to.
“I just remembered that Elliott is supposed to be coming over for lunch, so we’ll probably only be in here a few more hours,” you say. Sebastian nods.
“I wasn’t super worried,” he replies. “I could be doing worse things today than hanging out with you and some cows.” He reaches back and strokes Lola, a look of contentment on his face.
“I think she likes you,” you note, to which Lola moos in response. You rub the space between her ears and smile fondly at her.
How does she respond? By leaning her head in and giving you a hard shove with her nose, pushing you right into Sebastian.
Even though the push wasn’t too forceful, it catches you off guard enough that you topple over, landing half in Sebastian’s lap. He jerks slightly in surprise but still manages to break your fall with his arms.
“Oh my goodness, I’m sorry, Sebastian,” you apologize, pushing yourself off of him and shooting a dirty glare in Lola’s direction. “I have no idea what’s gotten into her, she usually doesn’t misbehave this much.”
Sebastian doesn’t get a chance to respond because Lola flicks her tail at Sebastian, hitting him hard in the arm and causing him to recoil enough that he almost falls on top of you, too. You’re sitting close enough now that your thighs and shoulders are brushing together.
“Lola!” you scold. “What is with you today!?” She moos softly again, craning her neck to prod you with her nose once more. The coldness of it naturally makes you move away, pushing you even further into Sebastian.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she’s trying to push us together,” Sebastian says. Though his words seemed to cause no reaction within him, you instantly feel blood rising in your cheeks. Looking back at Lola, you’re suddenly a little intimidated by the intelligence you see behind her eyes.
“She’s just being naughty,” you reply. “I’m sorry, once again.”
“It’s alright, I don’t mind.” Sebastian’s hands are still on his knees, something that you only notice when your fingers brush against his. His hand stiffens slightly, and he says, “You’re freezing.”
It is pretty cold in the barn since it’s a chillier day outside and you haven’t had a chance to buy a heater from Marnie for the upcoming winter. Plus, you’re only wearing a t-shirt under your overalls, since you usually work up quite a sweat doing your farm work.
“I guess I’m a bit cold.” You bring up your hands to rub your arms, trying to generate heat, but it doesn’t work as well as you hoped it would. And now that you’ve noticed the cold, it’s impossible to ignore.
“That’s not going to work, you know,” says Sebastian. “Come here.”
You’re not sure what Sebastian means by that until you feel him shift next to you, and his sweatered arm makes its way around your shoulders. He pulls his hoodie down over his hand and uses it to rub some warmth back into your skin, doing the same with his other hand and your left arm.
You think your face might actually be on fire.
The feeling of Sebastian so close to you, cradling you in the way he is to try and warm you up, it just feels so… intimate. You allow yourself the pleasure of closing your eyes and leaning in a little closer until your cheek falls onto Sebastian’s chest. He takes a breath, surprised, but it’s half a second before he relaxes again and continues to run his hands up and down your arms.
It’s so comforting, so safe, to be like this, that you barely even notice yourself growing tired until you drift off to sleep.
~~~
When Elliott opens the barn door a few hours later, wondering where you had gone, he’s surprised to find not only you, but Sebastian as well, leaning against a cow by the far wall of the barn. Not only that, but all three of you, cow included, are asleep. Elliott smiles a little to himself.
He figures he can always come back another day for lunch, so he grabs a rock, props the door open, and leaves again. But he can’t shake the expressions he saw on both yours and Sebastian’s faces. Though you were both asleep, it was impossible to deny the affection that was clearly there. Elliott knows a budding relationship when he sees it.
❤❤❤❤♡♡♡♡
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Flufftober: Day 17
Title: My Human
Word Prompt: Black Cat
October 17, 2022
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Title: My Human
Word Prompt: Black Cat
October 17, 2022
You shivered as the cold wind nipped at your skin. It was way too cold to be out, but having ran out of food, you had no choice but to go get groceries. It wouldn’t have been that bad if you didn’t forget your gloves. But now you are carrying bags with no protection for your hands. You sighed softly, but you stopped once you heard a small meow. You looked behind you to see a small black cat following you. You blinked several times before cooing at how cute he was. You leaned down and the cat rubbed against you and you smiled.
“Where is your owner? It’s too cold to be out here,” you said. You set your bags down and scratched him behind his ear. The cat let a tiny meow out, and you gave it a small smile.
“You don’t have a collar, do you not have a home?”
“Meow~”
You opened your arms up and the cat lept into them. You held the cat to your chest and grabbed your bags.
“Well, I guess I will take you home with me. Does that sound good?”
The small black cat started to pour and sniff your face. You smiled and started to walk faster to your home.
Once you arrived, you unlocked the door and put down your newest addition. The cat ran into the house and you locked the door behind you before putting your groceries up.
After all of that was done, you grabbed a small bowl, and poured some milk into it. The cat came into the kitchen and went to the bowl before starting to drink it. You pet his head and watch him.
“What should I name you? You need a name,” you mumbled to yourself. You sighed softly before standing up. You walked out of the kitchen, and the small cat followed you.
“I will think when I wake up… I need a nap.”
“Meow~”
“You want a nap too? I guess you can sleep with me. Come on let’s go pretty baby~” You picked up the cat and carried him to your room. You set the cat on your bed, before changing into your pajamas. The cat watched your movements, before watching you lay in bed. The cat curled into your side after you covered up and you pressed a small kiss to his head.
Feeling the warmth of your home after being in the cold, it didn’t take long before you fell asleep. The cat looked up at you gently before falling asleep as well.
You woke up after a few hours, feeling really warm. You weren’t sure where the heat came from, and your mind was hazy. You rubbed your eyes, before officially opening them. You turned your head to the side before seeing a male you didn’t know smirking at you.
“Morning princess.”
You instantly fell out of bed, after noticing he was shirtless.
“Who are you?”
“Heh? What do you mean?”
“I am sorry but you heard me. Who are you? And how did you get into my house?”
“You let me in.”
“No, I didn’t, I don’t even know you.”
“Right, well, maybe this will jog your memory…” He said before a puff of smoke surrounded him. Suddenly a black cat was staring at you. You blinked several times before screaming. The cat turned back into his male form, and quickly covered your mouth.
“Shush, before the neighbors think you are being murdered. I won’t hurt you, you took the time out of your day to help me.”
You blinked several times and he slowly removed his hand from your mouth.
“Okay, but can you get off of me?”
“Eh? Why? You are warm.” He laid against your chest, and you blushed.
“Well you aren’t a cat, and you are naked. Please, get off.”
“Right, I forgot I should put on clothes. But I don’t have any.”
“I may have some from when my brother used to stay here. So please get off.”
He nodded and got off of you, and you stood up. You went to the spare bedroom and rummaged through his old clothes. The cat-turned-male followed you and stood in the doorway.
“So, what is your name?” You asked and he hummed.
“Kuroo Tetsuro… so can I stay here with you? You are technically my owner now.”
You turned to him handing him clothes and blushed to shake your head.
“I can’t own you, you are a person.”
“Correction, half cat - half human. I can turn any time I want, and you took me in.”
“But…”
“So, you don’t want to be my human?” He asked tilting his head. He looked really sad and your eyes widened.
“I mean, if you don’t mind,” suddenly Kuroo perked up. He tackled you onto the bed, and you squeaked out. He nuzzled your chest, ignoring the clothes that had fallen to the floor. He turned back into a cat and curled onto your chest. You laughed softly and stroked Kuroo behind his ears and he started to purr.
“My kitten, you can stay as long as you want,” you placed a small kiss on the top of his head.
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