#flufftober 2023: rainy day

[thefangirlofhp]

8. rainy day

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Rhys drawls.

“You’re not meant to help him,” Feyre reminds him.

“It’s all-right,” Elain reassures them. “It’s just a game.”

The trees in the garden outside shiver and shake their colorful leaves like banners atop hills, bow their strong trunks and misalign their choreography in an addictively individualistic dance. They are foggy and wobbly through the windows pebbled with weeping tears and pelting water. Though the weather does not yet call for active measures to be taken against the chill, there is a modest crackling fire in the house anyways. Small logs occasionally popping kernels of heat, sounding so interestingly like the rain falling against the earth.

Nyx sits cross-legged on the floor in knee-length pants and long socks, holding a deck of cards in his young hands and trying to assimilate the next best step to take against his aunt. She sits before him, between them a slowly growing pile of cards being played, a desk overturned on the carpet waiting to be drawn. An orange tabby sits at the windowsill like an ornament, monitoring the weather outside and occasionally turning to the family in the sitting room breaching his personal space. It’s unusual for them all to be gathered before lunch like this. Usually they’re busy making a living.

Fae are overly indulged these days, he figures. And do not get him started on this upcoming generation of felines who are abandoning their livelihoods for the cool milk of summer and the occasional nibble of cheese! Back in his time, cats were are fearsome as warriors, who hunted their next meal for survival, who could never afford to sheathe their claws for fear of their lives. He has earned the luxury of stuffed armchairs and freshly caught fish.

Rhys is sprawled on one of the sofas, watching his son face his aunt down and expertly masking his eagerness to point out everything Nyx should do to win. If Rhys was playing, Elain would have lost three times already. But he feigns indifference, only occasionally glancing at his son’s cards which are visible to him from this angle. Nyx hasn’t exactly mastered the skill of his mental walls—children are much too young for that—and so Rhys has to be the one to shut him out from his mind. And, well, if he hasn’t yet then it's no one’s business and no-one can know. If he can only stop himself from blurting out from time to time.

Feyre, on the other hand, is less interested in the game of cards and more engrossed in a report from one of their courtiers. She’s come here to read it in peace, back when no-one was in here, because Rhys’s study is always hosting someone and Nyx was out playing, supervised by Elain. She hadn’t anticipated the turn of the weather so suddenly, that brought her son back inside much to his chagrin and frustration. Elain, willing to keep the peace, suggested a game of cards they used to play that she could teach Nyx. He was slowly adjusting to it, his grumpy attitude softening with every triumph and card he plays.

“I’m gonna put this,” Nyx slaps down a card with much flourish and eagerness. “Your turn, ‘Lain!”

“Oh, that’s clever,” Elain gasps, the faint airy quality of her tone bypassing Nyx’s ears thankfully. “Oh no, I’ll have to draw a card. Your turn again, Nyx.”

The young boy cackles like a bewitched crone and slaps his thigh repeatedly. Elain hides a smile as she does indeed draw a card, one she tucks with its applicable brethren and watches Nyx study his deck once more.

“Daddy,” Nyx raises his deck to hide his face, and whispers very audibly. Elain pretends not to hear. “Daddy is this smart?”

Rhys to his credit does not look from beneath the arm he’s slung over his eyes. But a sneaky hand forms a faint upturn of his thumb, succeeded instantly by another round of cackling.

“Ha!”

Elain quickly sets down a retaliating card that wipes the smug victory off Nyx’s face.

“Huh. Okay. Okay, let’s see here,” he once again disappears behind his cards.

Elain’s eyes drift towards the cat at the window. Then to the dancing trees outside. She wonders if—

“Hello!” Cassian’s deafening shout comes from downstairs. “Anyone home?”

“Up here!” Feyre shouts back, halfway through her report.

“Uncle Cass is here!” Nyx beams. “Can he join the game, ‘Lain? Please?”

“Of course,” Elain replies, just as Cassian’s figure makes it through the open doorway and he announces his greetings at large.

“Nes wanted to come but she’s still training,” Cassian explains, not a drop of water on his muscled body. He wears a plain tunic and pants, and his hair is freshly combed and tied. Rhys raises his head, squints at him.

“And why aren’t you?”

“I’m done for the day,” Cass lands with a heavy thump in the spot next to Feyre, nearly catapulting her off into the air. “Easy there,” he chuckles, steadying her with a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s not even lunch-time and you’re done?” Rhys reiterates, his voice hoarse and heavy with drowsiness. “Usually you’re still warming up by now.”

“Ah, there’s something about today,” Cassian shrugs. “Can’t seem to find the point in doing anything. Besides, you’re one to talk. What are you napping for?”

“I’m not,” Rhys yawns, crossing his ankles and folding his arms behind his head. “’m taking a break.”

“From what?” Feyre snorts. “You barely went to one meeting.”

“Listening to Lord Hubber is enough work for a century,” Rhys mutters, sliding his eyes shut. “I subconsciously shut down the minute those clouds covered the sky.”

“Uncle Cass d’you wanna join us?” Nyx eagerly asks. “Elain taught me this game. I’m really good.”

“Seems like you are, little lord,” Cassian remarks, leaning forward on his elbows. “Sure. Deal me in.”

Elain does so, and shifts on the carpet to make room for a trio. Nuala suddenly appears in the doorway and blinks.

“Thought I heard the Lord of Bloodshed,” she mutters. “I’ll adjust lunch accordingly, shall I?”

“Please do,” Feyre confirms. “Oh and maybe for an extra guest as well, you never know.”

“I always do with these Illyrians,” she tells her High Lady. “They travel in packs.”

Elain stifles a laugh behind her hand. Nuala’s dark eyes turn to her for a moment before she disappears.

By the time lunch is served, the rain has not yet let up and the storm’s turned from a healthy display of will into a tantrum that whips the trees and tears branches off. Elain’s glad that they’ve had the foresight to bring in the washing early on, and that she hasn’t planted the new flowers she’s gotten and left them in the greenhouse. The sight of stray petals whirling in circles itches a spot in her fingers she needs to scratch.

The front door opens, giving voice to the muted storm outside and it is deafening. It is quickly silenced, as the door snaps shut.

“We’re here!” Nesta shouts.

“In the dining room!” Feyre yells back at the top of her lungs, as if they are not all equipped with above daily-requirements hearing capabilities.

“Is no-one working today?” Rhys demands when Nesta walks in, Azriel close by.

“You’re one to talk,” Azriel snipes back, drawing up a chair immediately and sitting.

“Usually, I can never get ahold of you,” Feyre raises a brow. “Now you’re free to join us for lunch all of a sudden?”

“This is no weather for work,” Nesta decidedly announces, sitting next to her sister. “Pass me that bread now. I’m starving.”

“From what, napping?”

“I sense some deflection, Rhys,” Azriel unhelpfully chimes, dragging a plate towards him. “Why, do you have something on your chest you’d like to confess?”

“No.”

“He’s been fighting off a nap,” Feyre elaborates.

“That hasn’t been clear enough,” Elain pitches in, striding into the room with roasted potatoes. She takes her seat, tucking her hair behind her ears and finding a filled plate delivered in-front of her. “Thank you,” she says to the shadowsinger next to her.

He inclines his head in answer, buttering his bread as his eyes focus on Cassian’s retelling of today’s uneventful training session.

“Uncle Az, d’ya know I’m the best at playing cards?” Nyx pipes up from his place between his parents.

“Is that right?”

“Uhu,” Nyx bobs his head. “I played against ‘Lain and Cass and I won.”

“Your aunt must have gone easy on you,” a faint smile blooms in the corner of his mouth.

“Nu-uh!” Nyx retorts, with no short amount of outrage. “No she didn’t!”

“Azriel,” Elain softly admonishes, giving him a nudge with her elbow. “He’s joking, Nyx.”

“Besides, I didn’t go easy on you and you definitely won most of the times,” Cassian reassures Nyx of his hard-won victories.

“That’s not saying something. Anyone could win a card of games with you. Even someone who doesn’t know the game.”

“That’s it!” Cassian stands up, slapping his fork and knife down. “Everyone off the table. Elain, you’re dealing. Nyx is judge and you—” he jerks a furious finger Azriel’s way “—outside now. We’re settling this once and for all.”

“You’re on,” Azriel too stands up. “Rhys, you’re going to join?”

Their High Lord smirks. “And pass on the chance of teaching you both a lesson? Never.”

“Here I thought you’d grown up in those years a little,” Feyre mutters, putting down her napkin and standing up as well. “This isn’t about cards only, is it?”

“It rarely is,” Nesta grabs her plate and hurries after the others. “But it’ll be worth watching.”

Elain is left sitting at the table, her mouth agape, fork piercing a potato and wondering when had they all evacuated the room so quickly.

“You’re coming?”

Azriel stands in the doorway looking over his shoulder, his eyes glittering. He holds out a hand.

Elain smiles. Lunch can wait.

(they were totally playing uno.)

#fictober #flufftober 2023: rainy day #flufftober 2023 #rainy day #acotar fic #family fluff #elain archeron #nyx #rhysand #feysand #feyre #azriel #cassian #nesta #acotar #nesta archeron

[cumulo-stratus]

Rain Soaked Sleep

(GIF NOT MINE)

Spencer reid x Male! reader

Description: Y/n and Spencer get home after a long week at the BAU and a rainy drive home, ready to fall asleep to the sound of rain.

Warnings: possible swearing, lemme know if theres anything else!

flufftober day 4: Rainy day

The door to spencers apartment clicked closed quietly and the loss of light from the hallway shrouded the couple in darkness. In his typical fashion, Y/n turned on the light switch next the door and slumped his matching leather messenger bag onto the floor next where spencers bag had already been dumped, along with both of their soaking wet rain jackets, forgotten for the enticing idea of a hot shower and a comfortable bed. Y/n trailed behind spencer in their well rehearsed routine of getting home late after a case while chatted quietly. And while spencer split off down the hall to the shower, Y/n continued to their shared bedroom and began opening the windows, the sound of hard rain pelting against the road outside. Little drops of water splashed against the windowsill inside, as raindrops from outside hit the edge of the planter box on their window and splattered inside. Y/n couldnt help but stand at the window for a moment, breathing in the smell of rain and the city after sitting in a jet for 3 1/2 hours.

spencer emerged from the bathroom, drying off his wet curls with a towel, to find PJ’s (aka beat up pj pants and an old college t-shirt for spencer, and boxers and one of spencers FBI t-shirts for Y/n) layer out on the bed. Y/ns back was turned him as he stood in front of the closet, unpacking both of their go bags. Spencer took this opportunity to slip his arms around y/ns waist and breath in the tropical scent of y/ns curls (sry if you dont have curly hair 😭). Y/n chuckled at spencers clingy-ness and turns around in his arms to reach up and kiss his boyfriend.

“thank you for unpacking my bag love, you didnt have to” spencer spoke gently, only loud enough to be heard above the rain. “i wanted to- and if i dont do something i was going to fall asleep standing here” spencer chuckled lightly at Y/ns words. “well the bathroom is free for a shower if you’d like- i made sure the window is open so you’ll still hear the rain.” Y/n smiled at spencer words, appreciating his boyfriends habit of remembering his likes and dislikes, rain being of his favorites. “Thank you..” Y/n trailed off as he kissed spencers hand and made his way to the still steamy bathroom.

Y/n stepped out of the claw foot tub around 5 minutes later, onto the fluffy bath mat shaped like a cat (a birthday gift for y/n from spencer last year). He wrapped a towel around his waist and rubs the steam off the mirror. Y/ns face is blocked by the open mirror cabinet when his boyfriend walked in. Y/n was still aware of spencer though, despite not being able to see him. When y/ns head peeked out from behind the cabinet, he asked “have you taken your allergy meds yet?” spencer shakes his head no and holds out his hand for the pils. Y/n pours out pills for both spencer and himself into his hand, and places spencers dose into his palm. They both take turns drinking from the sink before taking each others hands and walking back into their shared bedroom. y/n walks to his side of the bed, and flops down face first with a groan. spencers chuckles before walking around to his own side of the bed and climbing under the covers- urging y/n to do the same. “Y/n, come on- you cant to bed like that, and you wanna cuddle with me right?” Y/n perks up when spencer mentions cuddles, dragging his face from the mattress and looking up at spencer excitedly. Y/n shuffled comfortably into spencer arms. he fit perfectly, spencers arms wrapped around y/n’s torso, his head tucked into Y/n’s shoulder and kissed the crook of his neck. “you did really well on the case this week” Y/n said with a proud smile on his face even though spencer couldn’t see it. Spencer only hummed into y/n’s neck, alreayd half asleep. But his boyfriend wasnt far behind either. And within minutes both men had drifted off to sleep in each others arm to the sound of rain drifting through the open windows into the small bedroom

The End

#bau #criminal minds #bau team #spencer reid #fluff #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x male reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #flufftober #flufftober 2023 #flufftober day 4 #rainy day prompt #flufftober prompt

[wintercoatkiszka]

Waking Up Too Early

The soothing sound of rain is what woke you from a comfortable sleep and it’s what almost put you back to sleep. Inhaling the clean air deeply, you roll over to snuggle closer to your partner Jake, but you find his eyes watching you carefully. “Well look who finally decided to wake up,” He comments softly, reaching up to run his hand through your hair.

“You weren’t going to tell me that my favorite weather is going on right now? What if I had missed it?” You ask sleepily, faking a hurt expression and pressing a hand to your chest.

“Well, as a wise man once told me ‘We could close the curtains and pretend that there’s no world outside’” Jake counters, pulling you against his warm body.

“How dare you use Jack Johnson against me. Come on, let’s go enjoy this weather.” You pull yourself out of Jake’s protesting arms and the cozy bed, shivering as your feet hit the floor. You quickly stretch out your back, and pull on an oversized hoodie before running down the stairs like a kid on Christmas morning to see how hard it is actually raining outside.

The rain has always been one of your favorite types of weather because of how rarely it happened when you were growing up. Your mom always made a huge deal over any amount of rain, but especially days like this where no sun peeks through the thick dark clouds and the rumble of thunder in the distance reminds people that it’s okay to spend a day at home in their comfy clothes. You would slip on your bright yellow rain boots and your mom would slip on her black and white polka dotted ones and you’d go splash in the biggest puddles you could find, letting yourselves get soaked for hours until your stomachs would remind you that it was time for lunch. Your mom would cook up something warm, usually soup, while you’d change into your fluffiest pajamas in the laundry room, leaving your wet clothes to dry over the clothes line that only really got used for that one purpose. After lunch, it was an afternoon of movies or books and, before you knew it, your dad was home with some sort of treat to commemorate the occasion.

“Jake! Don’t you want to come splash in puddles with me?” You call up the stairs, rooting through your overstuffed coat closet to find the pair of rain boots that your mom got you when you moved out for college. You finally find them and pull them out with a huge grin on your face to find Jake standing just on the other side of the door, shaking his head down at you.

“Anything for you my love,” He says with a sigh, pulling on his Birks and opening the front door. You run out to find yourself in a proper rainstorm and, by the time you turn around to see if Jake was following you, your hair was already soaked and clinging to your face in strips. Letting out a loud laugh as you watch your partner trudge out from the cover of your front porch, you run towards the street where a nice stream of water is heading steadily towards the storm drain. With one last leap off the curb, you land squarely in the middle of the stream, sending a wave of water up your legs and on to the front of Jake’s pants, who had suddenly appeared behind you.

“See, isn’t this fun?” You ask, planting a kiss on his cheek. He wipes the look of shock off of his face and replaces it with a determination that you don’t often see, nodding slowly as he eyes the water surrounding you. He lands on a sizable puddle and then glances back at you before taking a huge jump and splashing your right side.

The next few hours are spent just like this, jumping from puddle to puddle, seeing who can get the bigger splash, muddier splash, who can find the coldest puddle and occasionally running out of the way when one or two cars drive past, changing the topography of puddles for your use. By the end of it all, both of you are shivering and the rain still looks like it is going strong. “How about I make us some brunch and you get warmed up little lady?” Jake suggests, pulling you in for a hug. “You’re shaking like one of those little dogs and I don’t particularly want hypothermia today.”

You take a quick shower to reestablish the feelings in your fingers and toes and then wrap up in the coziest lounge set you can find before relieving Jake from the stove and sending him to do the same. He’s got eggs and sausage in a pan, something sweet in the oven and there’s a bottle of champagne begging to be opened and used for mimosas on the counter and a short twenty minutes later, you’ve got a lovely brunch spread set up on the table as Jake descends, taking a deep breath of the lovely kitchen smells.

“I’m an amazing cook, aren’t I?” He asks boastfully, puffing his chest up slightly as you just sit and laugh.

“I don’t know. Sammy probably still has you beat. And Josh does make a mean sourdough loaf. Oh, don’t even get me started on your mom’s cooking. An-”

“Ok, ok I get it. The Kiszka’s are amazing cooks. But come on, this is pretty great, huh?” He takes a seat next you you and plucks a strawberry out of the bowl you’d placed near where you were sitting and pops it into his mouth.

“You’re pretty great,” You respond, pulling a plate in front of you and loading it up with warm breakfast foods. ‘Now can we eat? I’m starving.”

Unfortunately, a big, beautiful, home cooked breakfast comes along with big, not so beautiful piles of dishes that have to get done before the pancake mix or syrup or egg remains dry on them and are impossible to get off. So, you and Jake crank your favorite classic rock playlist and get to work scrubbing and washing and drying and putting away. It’s a comfortable silence that the two of you work in and whenever your hand happens to brush his as you take a dish to dry or when he puts his hands on your hips to move behind you, the electric shocks that run through your body and get your heart pounding remind you of why you fell in love with him in the first place. He looks so perfect with everything he does, but in these little moments of domesticity, you can really see yourself spending the rest of your life with Jake, growing old and still standing next to each other to do the dishes. You can’t help the smile that warms your cheeks and Jake looks up with a puzzled look on his face. “What?” He asks, your infectious smile growing on his face as well.

“I just love you. That’s all,” You say, putting the last dish in the cupboard and closing the distance between you and Jake to give him a hug. He wraps his arms around you and rests his cheek on the top of your head, both of you with closed eyes, relishing in the warmth and safety of the moment. You pull away slowly and he runs his fingers up and down your back and then takes your hands in his, rubbing circles on the back of your palms. “I love you too.”

Shortly thereafter, you’ve wrapped up in a blanket on your couch with a book in your hands and a steaming cup of tea on the side table behind your head. Jake’s run off for the moment and you’ve become fully immersed in the plot of the latest cheesy thriller you found at a local bookstore. You figured out who the killer was as soon as the main detective described him as new to town but popular with the locals and you’re just waiting to figure out if they'll fall in love before she arrests him. A shadow suddenly comes over the page you’re on and you look up from your cocoon to find Jake standing in front of the couch, looking at the cushion that your legs are resting on.

“Can I help you?” You ask innocently, blinking up at him as a little half smile, your favorite, appears on his face.

“There seems to be something in my spot and I thought it would be kind to ask if you’d move it before I’m forced to squeeze in anyways,” He says gesturing with his guitar. He doesn’t really give you time to respond before lifting your feet anyways, sitting down and replacing them in one fluid movement.

“Sure Jake, go ahead,” You respond as he laughs, shifting around until you’re both comfortable, legs overlapping under the blanket and a calm quiet retakes the house. Jake begins strumming on his guitar, chords that you’ve heard him working on all week, trying to get them in the right order. They’re beautiful and definitely belong together, but he has yet to find how, and he begins humming under his breath to figure it out. He knits his brows together as he misses the chord the first time and then tries again and you watch the gears in his mind whirring; you can tell that he knows he’s close. 

Then he finds it. You’re on the second to last page of the chapter and had decided that you would distract Jake by offering a movie or asking to order take out if he didn’t work out the chords by the time you finished reading because he would work for days if you didn’t remind him to take a break, but the melody sings through your ears before you can even finish your sentence. “Jake, that’s it!” You exclaim, a look of pride on your face. He smiles up at you and nods.

“You think so?” He asks, strumming it again and paying close attention to how the notes blend together. “Yeah, I think you’re right, love.” He looks out the window and lets out a soft laugh. “And I think the rain finally stopped.” In the time that you spent tangled together on the couch, not only had the rain stopped, but the sun had set and a cool evening set it. “How about we get some dinner? I’m feeling Thai.”

“That sounds incredible,” You reply, your stomach growling loudly. “But only if you can do it right from this couch. While I put on a cheesy rom-com." You readjust into his arms and he holds you tight while you turn on a favorite of you both. Not a bad way to spend a rainy day.

#gvf fanfiction #flufftober 2023 #jake kiszka #greta van fleet #jake kiszka x reader #rainy day #puddles and cuddles oh my!

[zsbrainrot]

It’s pretty late but I managed to finish my submission for Day 8 of @flufftober! The prompt was Rainy day. ❤️🩵 (version without text under the cut)

#this is set at the end of episode 11 btw. #renga is actually really fun to draw #I’m gonna try and draw them more #I will still draw plenty of kazurei though don’t worry lol #I need to draw more matchablossom too #I’m definitely gonna draw them a couple more times for flufftober but also in general #flufftober #flufftober2023 #flufftober 2023 #day 8 rainy day #sk8 the infinity #Renga #reki kyan x langa hasegawa #sk8 renga #sk8 fanart #my art #sk8 the infinity fanart #renga fanart

[ctrsara]

The Ones Left Behind

“Can you get the door for me?” Peter had his arms full, and Tony eyed him critically, hand paused on the knob. “How are you planning to get up there with all that?” “I’m sticky, remember?” “I remember, I just doubt your innate grace, kiddo. Also, it’s cold out there. Don’t stay too long.” Peter rolled his eyes. “I’ve got it. Don’t worry so much.” “Well, hopefully you can offer some comfort. I don’t doubt your skills in that area, at least,” he said with a smile. “Thanks. Hopefully he’ll talk to me.”

This one's a little different. I hope you enjoy it, and that wherever you are, you're getting some glorious fall weather! We're just finally cooling down a little here, and I'm so excited!

@comfortember 3. Leaves Changing, 4. Warmth, 5. Treehouse, 9. Aftermath, alt 5. Colors @flufftober 17: Encouraging Someone to Reach a Goal Cozytober 6. Cool rainy days 8. The slight smell of smoke in the air

#comfortember #comfortember 2023 #flufftober #flufftober 2023 #cozytober #marvel mcu #irondad fanfiction #unbroken strands #strands in the rope #Tony stark and Peter parker #3. leaves changing #4. warmth #5. treehouse #9. aftermath #encouraging someone to reach a goal #cool rainy days #the slight smell of smoke in the air

[figsandfandoms]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Psych (TV 2006) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Juliet O'Hara/Shawn Spencer Characters: Juliet O'Hara, Shawn Spencer Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, alt prompt four Candles Lanterns Fairy Lights, Flufftober 2023, day one prompt I've got you, day eight prompt Rainy day Summary:

Juliet hates storms. Luckily Shawn is there to help. Using the following Flufftober 2023 prompts: 1 “I’ve got you”. 8 Rainy Day. Alt 4: Candles, Lanterns, Fairy Lights.

#flufftober 2023 #flufftober #psych #psych tv #shawn x juliet #shules #shules fanfiction #day one I've got you #day eight Rainy day #Alt 4 Candles lanterns fairy lights

[katie-krum]

@flufftober -

He was there for her when she needed him.

She always knew that he was important to her, but she hadn't noticed before that what she felt for him had long been more than just friendship. It was something that wouldn’t have had a chance to develop if not for Edward's departure.

She smiled as she thought about how much had changed. Suddenly she thought she should say something.

“I'm glad you're here.” - she said, trying not to look at Jacob sitting on the couch - “I'm really glad you're here.”

She knew she had surprised him. She saw it in the immediate change in his posture, the sparkle that appeared in his eyes that she liked so much... Bella nervously waited for Jacob to say something. Anything that would indicate that he understood what she meant.

After a long moment of silence, he asked - “Are you happy that I'm here or are you happy that I'm here with YOU?”

Grabbing two mugs full of hot chocolate from the kitchen counter, she took one last look at the rain outside and walked over to him with a smile. Sitting down on the sofa, she handed one of the cups to her private security bodyguard, then leaned towards him and whispered directly into his ear - “I'm glad you're here with ME.”

She loved him, but she wasn't ready to say it yet.

#flufftober 2023 #alt[1] #day[8] #twilight #jacob black/bella swan #jacob/bella #jacob black #bella swan #hot chocolate #rainy days

[rainbowfey]

Day 8: Rainy Day

@flufftober

Kakashi stood in front of his bookshelf and had to make a decision. Unsure, his hand hovered between two very distinct spines, one being an orange one that definitely had been held more often than the average mug in its whole time of existence. Even just looking at Icha Icha Paradise made Kakashi long for reading it once again. Next to it stood another book, way less intriguing from the outside but certainly even more fascinating than his beloved Icha Icha series. It was a recommendation from the grandiose Jiraiya himself, an insider tip about a promising young author whose books impressed even the master of romance. But the main difference was that instead of the delicate heroine, this book followed the intricate romance of two young men, one of them being a warmhearted and strong man of kind spirit. And somehow, in Kakashi’s imagination he was dark haired and had the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.

Kakashi tried to ignore the tingly feeling in his stomach and pushed aside the mental image of a very real man who was – entirely coincidentally, of course – also dark haired. Suddenly, his living room felt rather hot and he headed towards the window for some fresh air. It wasn’t until he was standing directly in front of his window that he heard the soft patter of rain against the glass. He turned off the light and opened the window a crack, just enough so that his living room would cool down a bit. For a moment, he stood there lost in thought, peacefully listening to the rain. With a soft sigh, he finally turned back towards the room – when he suddenly heard another sound amongst the pitter-patter of the rain. Kakashi paused and listened carefully. It almost sounded like someone was lurking around the door of his apartment. 

Now curious, Kakashi scurried through his now almost entirely dark living room and headed for the door. If he listened very closely, he could almost make out footsteps beneath the sound of the downpour. It sounded like someone was walking away from his door. Kakashi thought about who might have come up to his apartment on the brink of sundown but nobody would come to mind. Nobody except … with a start, he yanked his door open and peered out at the semi-open hallway that was only dimly lit. At first, he couldn’t make out anything but suddenly, a movement at the very end of the hallway caught his eye. It almost looked like a person turning the corner and heading for the staircase leading down to the street. Kakashi barely noticed that his heart was now beating faster when he grabbed his rain coat and jumped out into the hallway. He almost missed grabbing his keys before he shut the door behind him and rushed towards the staircase.

When he finally reached the stairhead, the sound of footsteps had already faded away. Kakashi cursed under his breath and peeked at the dark street in front of him. Even though nightfall hadn’t started yet, the rain clouds made it seem like it was already midnight. Deep shadows concealed whoever had been at his door from him and only the flickering lights in some of the windows illuminated parts of the street. The buildings around his loomed over the street like silent giants and the pitter-patter of the rain on the cobbles made Kakashi feel like he was the only living being around.

Increasingly hopeless, he stared down the road, trying to make out any kind of movement. Whoever it was couldn’t have vanished into thin air. But the heavy rain shielded the secret visitor from his view like a murky veil. Kakashi was about to give up and retreat into his cozy, dry apartment, when he suddenly saw something. At the far end of the street, directly below a well-lit window, a shadow moved. The silhouette grew hazy behind the heavy rain but Kakashi was sure that he had found who he was searching for.

Without hesitating, he left the doorway of his apartment complex and dove into the rain. Dozens of ice-cold raindrops hit the hood and sleeves of his raincoat and he shielded his face with one arm, his eyes fixed on the spot where he had seen the figure moving. He felt like he had taken a fully clothed shower when he finally reached the window and peered around the corner next to the house. This street was narrower than his own street and this time he could see somebody walking briskly towards the next crossroad.

“Wait up!” Kakashi called out, his voice almost entirely drowned out by the rain. The person either didn’t hear him or didn’t care to react. They continued walking and Kakashi let out a sigh. He collected himself and wiped the water off his face, before he broke into a run. Puddles splashed beneath his feet and droplets of rain fell from his hood when he closed in on the person. He had almost reached them when he felt his foot slip over a particularly slippery cobblestone. With a surprised yelp, he lost his balance and stumbled against the person in front of him.

Kakashi heard a startled “Whoa!” and felt strong hands catch him just in time before he got to meet the wet ground up close. He carefully collected himself and got back on his feet, just in time to face his rescuer.

Kakashi’s heart skipped a beat when he saw the surprised smile on a very familiar face. For a moment, he lost himself in those warm brown eyes – until he noticed that Yamato looked like as if he had taken a swim in the lake. His brown hair fell into his face and droplets of rain ran down his checks and neck. His clothes were soaking wet and Kakashi could feel his cold hands even through the fabric of his sleeves.

“You’re soaking wet,” he said, stumbling on his own words.

Yamato gave him an amused smile. “You know, that can happen when it’s raining.”

Kakashi blinked, trying to clear his head. Something about Yamato always caught him off guard to a point where he felt his own heart beating and his mind racing. “Were you at my door?” he asked, trying to hide his sudden whiff of coyness.

Yamato hesitated for a moment before he nodded slowly. “Yes,” he replied in an abashed tone, almost inaudible beneath the rain.

Kakashi looked at him, trying to discover the source of his reluctance. “Why didn’t you knock?”

Yamato avoided his look and stared at a puddle only a few meters away. “You turned off your lights. I didn’t want to bother you,” he said quietly.

Kakashi stared at him in disbelief. “I’d never be bothered by you,” he said, almost a bit indignant. “You should’ve knocked!”

It took him a moment to register that Yamato’s eyes had widened a bit at his words. Only then did he realize that he had almost yelled at him. For a second, they stared at each other in silence – but then, Yamato started smiling and Kakashi’s heart skipped another beat, almost sending him back on the ground. “Thank you,” Yamato said softly. They both noticed at the same time that Yamato was still holding Kakashi’s arms and he let go of him, mumbling an apology. And even though his hands had been ice-cold from the rain, somehow Kakashi now felt even colder than before.

“You must be frozen to the bone,” he quickly said. “How about we go back to my apartment and get you some dry clothes?” Yamato gave him a tentative look and muttered, “Don’t bother, I can go home. It’s not that far.” Before he could stop himself, Kakashi had grabbed his wrist and shook his head. “I insist. You’ll freeze to death before you’ve made it even halfway home!”

And before Yamato had the chance to protest, Kakashi had already set himself into motion. Yamato had no other choice than to follow him. Together, they made it back to his apartment complex and even though he was wearing a rain coat, Kakashi was also almost entirely drenched in water. With his free hand, he fumbled his key out of his pocket and unlocked the door to his apartment. He only reluctantly let go of Yamato’s wrist to open the door and step inside the hallway. He moved a bit to the side and gestured for Yamato to come in. Yamato gave him a shy smile and followed suit. Kakashi closed the door behind him and sighed when he slowly started feeling the warmth inside of his apartment.

“Wait, I’ll be right back”, he said and scurried into his bathroom. He quickly grabbed two towels and returned back to the hallway. When he came back, Yamato was staring rather helplessly at the puddle rapidly forming below his feet.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking guilty, and Kakashi had to hide his smile. He handed him a big blue towel and Yamato accepted it with a grateful nod. But then he looked down at his soaking wet clothes and back at the towel. “I’m not sure whether this will work,” he said, sounding very sure that it would indeed not work out.

Kakashi thought about it and suddenly, he had an idea. He ushered Yamato into the bathroom and made him wait while he went to his wardrobe and grabbed a couple of dry clothes. He gave them to Yamato and closed the door behind him even though some part of him definitely wouldn’t have minded the door to be open. He shook his head, trying to ignore the thought and meandered back into his bedroom. He grabbed another change of clothes and took off his wet clothes.

After Kakashi had dried himself off and slipped into dry clothes, he went back to the hallway. Yamato had finished changing as well and peeked out of the bathroom door. His hair looked a bit disheveled as if he had tried to dry it with the towel. Kakashi fought the urge off to run his fingers through Yamato’s brown hair and instead asked, “Would you like some tea?”

Yamato nodded, looking rather thankful. He followed Kakashi into the living room. Kakashi turned on the light and motioned for him to sit down. From the corner of his eye, he noticed how well his clothes fit Yamato. A strange sensation of pride arose in him when he saw Yamato in the black hoodie that was one of his own favorites. Only after a while he noticed that Yamato tugged at the hoodie a bit awkwardly – and it was only then that he realized that he had been shamelessly staring at Yamato for almost a minute. Kakashi felt his cheeks turn red and he quickly hurried into his kitchen to make some tea for the both of them.

Only when he was out of Yamato’s view did he allow himself the pained expression that he had to suppress. He had made a fool out of himself and even though Yamato was too polite to say anything about it, Kakashi felt the urge to curl up and die. He was grateful for the time making the tea gave him and when it was done, he was almost done recomposing himself.

When he went back into the living room, he stopped dead in his tracks. Yamato had curled up on his couch, his head resting on the armrest. His eyes were closed and his chest moved softly with every breath. A sudden feeling of affection overwhelmed Kakashi and he smiled tenderly. He carefully set down both cups on the table next to the couch. For a moment, the thought crossed his mind to wake Yamato up. But then he looked at his peaceful face, mesmerized by his delicate features, and he knew he didn’t want this moment to stop. Instead, he snuck over to his bookshelf and grabbed the book next to Icha Icha Paradise. He loved this series, but for now he somehow felt more like reading about two young men falling in love. And with a smile, he sat down across from Yamato and started reading.

#flufftober 2023 #day 8 #naruto #kakashi x yamato #kakashi hatake #yamato tenzo #rainy day #fluff #rain #cozy #friends to lovers #writing #fanfic #naruto fanfiction

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Day 8.2; Fun in The Kitchen

Fadnom; transformers Characters: Crosshairs, Drift, Jamie (OC) Rating: T Description; The three friends enjoy a fun afternoon cooking and baking.

OC-tober; cooking, or at least trying to Flufftober; rainy day *Realizes as I'm posting that I forgot comfortober, whoops. *

"It's downpouring," Drift comments, looking out the window, "you know what we should do? Cooking. It's early enough that we can make soup for dinner and brownies and cookies." "So, destroy the kitchen then?" Crosshairs asks, making Jamie laugh. Drift whacks Crosshairs' arm, "smartass."

Cogman isn't thrilled about the idea, knowing the kitchen will be a disaster, but he knows Drift won't leave the mess for him to clean. He didn't think Drift was planning on making dinner for everyone. "The soup will be done for dinner, and there's ten of us. There's going to be enough for everyone." "Consider this a surprise afternoon off," Crosshairs adds. Being used to his butler duties, the silver mech isn't sure about an afternoon off. He doubts there'll be much to clean around the house he just cleaned. Cogman leaves the kitchen. Drift explains to Crosshairs and Jamie that he'll have to cook a chicken first. Which is part of why making soup takes a few hours. The three decide to start on the cookies.

"…start the mixer on slow —," Drift explains to Crosshairs, who puts the mixer on full speed. Flour going everywhere, "I said slow!" The two mechs' shirts are covered in flour. They smile, hearing Jamie laugh. "You're welcome," Crosshairs smiles. "Now, you clean the mess while I finish mixing." The mixing bowl is put aside once the flour is mixed and chocolate chips are added. The chicken still has twenty minutes to cook. Drift goes to change his shirt while Crosshairs cleans the mess.

Once Drift returns to the kitchen, Crosshairs goes to change. "We can prepare the rest of the soup," Drift comments. "And give the rabbit a nice treat," Jamie adds, "though maybe not all the carrot peelings." "Can't the chickens and Turkey have peelings?" "Oh yeah, so a treat for everyone." "We can take a quick trip back to your dimension….if we can trust Crosshairs to make the cookies." "Hey!" The two see that Crosshairs just put his shirt in the laundry room and didn't get a new one. Answering how he could be back already, "if cooking is this messy, why change?" "You know it's not, and if you just listened," Drift argues. Crosshairs watches his friends prepare the carrots for the soup. Suspecting Jamie will be taking a quick trip back to her dimension.

Crosshairs finds out he's right but is not pleased he's being told to stay behind. "I'm not leaving this all unattended or the cookie dough," Drift argues, "we won't be long, but I don't dare leave all this even if we're gone for ten minutes." "Fine," Crosshairs sulks. "You can start making the cookies," Drift adds. Crosshairs agrees. Jamie and Drift leave with the carrot peelings. Crosshairs gets the baking sheets and preheats the oven. He smiles as he grabs the bowl of cookie dough. Drift didn't say anything about sneaking cookie dough. Crosshairs thinks. He follows what Jamie does when making cookies, which results in a cookie dough treat on a hand. Still, Crosshairs sneaks cookie dough from the bowl.

Drift and Jamie return before the cookies are done. "How much cookie dough did you eat?" Drift asks. "Not much." "You two continue with the cookies while I work on the soup," Drift says, "this should be done by dinner."

Drift smiles, hearing Crosshairs argue with Jamie about eating cookie dough while making the cookies. Cogman walks on to see Drift is right about the soup being dinner and that the three friends are making cookies. He sees the kitchen isn't a disaster.

Within thirty minutes, dinner is ready for everyone. The others are surprised to hear the three friends made soup and cookies. Everyone finds out Drift did most of the work making the soup while Crosshairs and Jamie made the cookies. Everyone praises their cooking. Everyone hopes Jamie will return to baking more often and Drift will make his soup more than when their human grinds are sick. The three friends had fun cooking and baking while it was raining.

#flufftober #flufftober 2023 #oc tober #rainy day #atttempting to cook #transformers fanfiction #transformers drift #bayverse drift #transformers crosshairs #bayvserse crosshairs #Jamie (OC) #fun in the kitchen

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Flufftober Day 4 | Perfect coincidence

Pairing | Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Civilian!Female!Reader

Word count | 1.4K

Summary | You find yourself in the middle of a rainstorm and seek refuge in a warm-looking coffee shop. When there's only one table left, you share it with a handsome stranger who introduces himself as Bucky Barnes and his fluffy white cat, Alpine. What started as one of the worst days quickly turned into one of the best.

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. The reader gets caught in the rain, use of a nickname (doll), Alpine is smuggled into the coffee shop, and the fluff is amped up to 11 on this one, like tooth-rotting fluff.

Prompt(s) | Alt 10. Have your characters share the last table at a café.

A/n | This one shot is written for day 4 of @flufftober 2023. This idea immediately came to mind when I saw this prompt, and I couldn't wait to start this one! I hope you will all enjoy it as much as I did when writing it 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🧡

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Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Flufftober Masterlist

It is a rainy day in the middle of October, and you accidentally forgot your umbrella at home. This morning, the weather was wonderful; the sun even appeared, but you should have known it would be too good to be true.

So here you are, in a thin outfit, soaked through your jacket, hair completely drenched, and cold beyond belief. It's good that you've found a coffee shop that looks warm and inviting so you can warm up a little bit.

As soon as you've crossed the street and made your way to the door of the coffee shop, you see that it is almost full, but you head in regardless. If you stay outside any longer, you're afraid the cold might permanently seep into your bones.

Your fingers are entirely frozen by now, and all feeling left them a while ago, so opening the door was a little more complicated than usual, but you managed regardless.

When the door swings open, you're greeted by lots of chatter and laughter, the coffee machines making all kinds of noises, the smell of freshly baked pastries, and some soft music in the background. You let the door fall shut behind you, and the atmosphere wraps itself around you like a warm blanket as if you're coming home.

You look around you and take in all the different kinds of people in the coffee shop. Some are working on their laptops, headphones on and in their own world, others are having lively conversations, and then a few are reading their book.

After a few short moments, you walk towards the small line of people at the counter, standing behind the last person and trying to decide what you'll have as you look up at the menu.

''What can I get for you today?'' the lady behind the counter asks, and you give her your order for a hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and a cinnamon roll before she takes your name and writes it on the cup.

''It'll be right with you,'' she says after you've gotten your change from her, and you move to the part of the counter where you can pick up your drink. You grab your phone out of your bag quickly to see what time it is, and much to your surprise, it's only 1 PM.

When your name is called, you return your phone and thank the lady before picking up your cup of hot chocolate and warm cinnamon roll. You spot a table, and when you're walking over, you arrive at the same time as someone else.

''Shall we share this table, Doll? It appears to be the only one left,'' the man said in a deep voice, and hearing it immediately warms you from the inside out. And the nickname, that is truly what got you.

''Yeah, I'd love to,'' you say as you move towards the wooden chair, not wanting to ruin the beautiful couch with your wet clothing. You place your cup and pastry on the table before taking off your bag and jacket, hanging them over the back, and sitting down.

''I'm sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself; how rude of me,'' the man says, extending a gloved hand, but you don't question it for even a second. Especially since you already know who the man across from you is.

''Sergeant James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky. And this girl-'' he fishes a cat out of the inner pocket after shaking your hand and puts her on the table ''-is Alpine!''

After you tell him your name, you focus on Alpine for a bit, and you tell Bucky about how you used to have a cat that looked just like her when you were growing up.

''I know it's silly, but I really wanted to name her Snowball, so I did. But Alpine is a gorgeous name! May I ask where you got her?'' you ask, and Alpine happily bumps her head against your hand, letting you know she wants more attention.

''I was looking for a cat to adopt in a local shelter because a friend told me how cats work well with people with PTSD. So I went there, and I saw little miss Alpine over here, and it was love at first sight,'' he says, a big smile on his face as he talks about her.

She jumps into your lap, although you're clothes are still soaked, and makes a little cat donut while spinning, slowly falling asleep and taking a pleasant and comfortable nap there.

''So, how did you end up on this side of town? I don't think I've ever seen you around here before,'' he says as he sips his coffee, and you do the same with your hot chocolate.

''You got a little…'' he says as he takes his glove off his right hand and reaches over to you. When his flesh fingers touch your lip, wiping the hot chocolate away as he stares into your eyes, the moment feels much more intimate than it probably should.

''I-I'm sorry,'' he says before quickly pulling his hand back, a red color sporting his cheeks, and he looks at his coffee cup, suddenly unsure what to do with himself.

''It's okay, I don't mind,'' you say in a soft but reassuring voice, and a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he looks up at you through his lashes.

''As I was going to say, I recently moved to this side of town. I used to live in New Jersey, but I figured it was time for a change, and this looked like a beautiful neighborhood. It would appear I was right,'' you say as you look at him and extend your hand, needing to feel his warm skin around your cold hand.

The afternoon was spent chatting and getting to know each other better until it was finally time to go home because the coffee shop was closing for the day. You completely forgot to eat your cinnamon roll.

''Excuse me, could you maybe wrap this up for me to go?'' you ask the lady behind the counter, and she happily does as Bucky puts Alpine back into his inner pocket.

''C'mon, let us walk you home. We can use my umbrella,'' he says as he shows you a dark blue umbrella, and you gladly accept before walking out the door. He immediately opens it, and you hook your arm through his extended one, letting your other hand rest on his bicep as you walk through the rain.

''I feel so stupid for leaving mine at home,'' you say as you rest your head against Bucky's shoulder. ''But if I did bring it, I never would have met you, so I guess that's the good thing about me forgetting it,'' you chuckle, and Bucky couldn't agree more.

When you arrive at your apartment complex, he walks you to your front door, not wanting to say goodbye yet. He's still trying to find the courage to ask you out on an actual date, and he realizes time is running out now.

He clears his throat when you let go of his arm to search for your keys.

''Doll? Would you maybe- if you want to-, you can say no if you want-'' he stumbles over his words, but you look up at him expectantly. He rubs the back of his neck as he composes himself.

''Would you want to go out for dinner? I had a lot of fun this afternoon, and I'd love to get to know you better,'' he asks, and the smile on your face melts every worry away.

''I would love to; let me give you my number,'' you say. He unlocks his phone so you can put it in there. When you hand it back, you stand on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek softly as a goodbye.

''Goodbye, Bucky. It was great to meet you,'' you say as you unlock your door and walk in, and he stands there like a teenage boy with a crush. The smile on his face is not leaving, even when he's back at the Compound and he runs into Steve.

''Where have you been all afternoon? It's not like you to be gone for so long,'' his best friend asks, and that's when Bucky tells him about his afternoon.

The beautiful woman he met at the coffee shop, the way Alpine cuddled into her lap, and how the conversation never seemed dull, and you two still weren't done talking by the time you were dropped off at home.

''And the best of all is that I'll be seeing her again soon,'' Bucky says, that same big smile appearing on his face, and Steve's happy for him. After everything that's happened, you were the best thing that ever could have happened.

#flufftober 2023 #day 4 #MCU #bucky barnes #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fluff

[angelltheninth]

Flufftober 2023 Masterlist

Since I'm doing Kinktober last year I thought I'd mix things up a little. I like fluff just as much as I like smut.

Like last year I will update it as its filled out.

You can send me a character from a fandom that I currently write for and I'll write for it. These will be filled out in the form of fics, headcanons and drabbles.

1. “I’ve got you” - Bucky Barnes - Superheroes with Style

2. Coffee Shop - Silco - Flirting Above the Paygrade

3. “Wait you love me?” - “I always have” - Jason Todd - The Heart Wants What the Heart Wants

4. Different Job - Tonowari - Tonowari Meets You as a Buff Healer

5. X + 1 - Simon “Ghost” Riley - Five Almost Kisses and One Kiss with Simon

6. Role Reversal - Luocha - Helping a Sick Luocha Get Better

7. Fairytale - Abby Anderson - True Loves Kiss From Abby Anderson

8. Rainy Day - Manjiro “Mikey” Sano - A Few More Minutes and Then Some More

9. (...) at first sight - Beelzebub - Love at First Sight with Beelzebub

10. Love of my Life - Ekko - Quiet Domestic Morning with Ekko

11. “Oh no, you’re a morning person!” - Daemon Targaryen - Daemon Not Being a Morning Person

12. Fire & Ice - Pavitr Prabhaker - You're Hot and You're Cold

13. Wrong - Bakugo Katsuki - Jealous Boyfriend Bakugo Misunderstands the Situation

14. “I hate it” - “No, you don't” - Nagi Seishiro - Teasing Nagi Seishiro In Front of His Teammates

15. Confession - Eddie Munson - Injured Eddie Munson Confesses to You

16. Candles, Lanterns, Fairy Lights - Yuuji Itadori - Candlelit Surprise

17. Encouraging Someone to Achieve a Goal - Pantalone - Pantalone Encourages You To Work Hard

18. “Did you plan for this to happen?” - Wally West - Wally West Helps You Train for a Marathon

19. Keeping Someone Safe - Leona Kingscholar - The Lion King's Fangs

20. Wearing His Clothes - Pietro Maximoff - How Pietro Reacts when You Wear His Shirt

21. Swoon - Percy de Rolo - Things Percy Does That Make You Swoon

22. “You’ve told your parents?” - Neteyam - Neteyam Meets Your Parents

23. Trinket - Cassian Andor - Gift Giving with Cassian Andor

24. Hot Chocolate - Earth 42!Miles Morales - Leaving Hot Chocolate on the Window for Prowler!Miles Morales

25. Nook - Aki Hayakawa - Aki Surprises You with A Pillow Fort Date

26. Fireplace - Leon Kennedy - Cuddles by the Fire with Leon Kennedy

27. Outdoor Event - Vash - Watching the Meteor Shower with Vash

28. Soothing Touch - Hobie Brown - Hobie Brown Comforting You Late at Night

29. “Hey, wake up!” - Yoru - Yoru Wakes You Up with Kisses

30. Self-Worth / Self-Love - Miguel O'Hara - There is More in You

31. Dreams Do Come True - Adam Warlock - Princess Carried by Adam Warlock

#flufftober #masterlist #marvel x reader #arcane x reader #dc comics x reader #cod x reader #honkai star rail x reader #the last of us x reader #spiderverse x reader #avatar x reader #star wars x reader #jjk x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #obey me x reader #hotd x reader #bnha x reader #stranger things x reader #blue lock x reader #genshin impact x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #critical role x reader #valorant x reader #resident evil x reader #chainsaw man x reader #trigun x reader

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MASTERLIST

(absolutely lovely dividers by @cafekitsune <3)

Fluff- ☀️ Angst- 🌧️ Angst w/ comfort- 🌦️ Moodboard- 🌨️

Requests- closed :(

last updated- 4/15/24

FLUFFTOBER-

one fic for everyday of october based around a fluffy prompt, (im sure we all know the drill by now <3)

Long Gone[e.p] ☀️ - emily and reader share their first kiss in the after hours of the bau

Rainy Love [s.r]☀️ - y/n has always loved the rain, and decides to share that love with spencer (ps this was idea was inspired by a fic by the lovely user @ssa-atlas-alvez <3)

I’ll Remember for us [s.r] ☀️ - the team goes to Los Angeles, and y/n (the ever emotionless and stone cold profiler with a soft spot for spencer) is chasing an unsub when they fight and falls, getting a concussion and fractured wrist, spencer is there for him. (no prior romantic relationship, just friends)

Rain Soaked Sleep [s.r] ☀️ - Y/n and Spencer get home after a long week at the BAU and a rainy drive home, ready to fall asleep to the sound of rain.

Oh How I Love Loving You[s.r] ☀️ - Y/n and spencer share their first dance as a married couple at their fall wedding in y/ns hometown in new england

Softest Curls in All the Kingdom [s.r] ☀️ - Y/n enjoys playing with spencers hair on jet back home

“They’re Ours!” [s.r] ☀️ - My HC's around Spencer and sharing clothes over the course of your relationship.

There’s nothing wrong with being different[s.r] ☀️ - Spencer and his husband talk to their daughter when she gets in trouble for punching someone (daughter is 10)

Soaked in Adoration[s.r] ☀️ - My HC's around spencer and bathing/showering with his partner

“For Me?”[s.r] ☀️ - Y/n brings spencer an early Christmas gift relating to their shared special interest of the sci-fi fantasy series Dune

“You do this everyday?”[s.r] ☀️ - y/n has a pretty popular cooking channel and one day after y/n doesnt edit out spencer givving y/n a kiss when he gets home the fans go crazy wanting a video where you bake together so you make a vid answering questions while making a fall recipe

Love in the form of paper[s.r] ☀️ - Spencer tries to teach his best friend how to make an origami heart- but y/n still struggles

“Lend me some vanilla?” [s.r] ☀️ - Y/n goes to spencers house to ask spencer if he has any vanilla extract when theres a possible gas leak and no ones allowed to leave their aparment until the morning when someone can come check it out...

Sneaky snuggles [s.r] ☀️ -y/n is woken up to a surprise of his boyfriend being home- despite the fact that his case was supposed to run at least another day or two.

The good days [s.r] ☀️ - spencer and y/n go stargazing, and y/n indulges spencer with facts about his special interest- astronomy

Protector[s.r] ☀️ - after an unsub tries to hurt y/n, spencer steps in.

Lover -

the love story of y/n l/n and Spencer Reid

Ours ☀️ - Spencer finally has a conversation with the boy on the train

Enchanted 🌦️ - Spencer's insecurities grow in his friendship with y/n when he finds out about Gina

More coming soon…

Criminal Minds -

“They’re ours!”[s.r] ☀️ - Sharing clothes with Spencer Reid

BAU/Autism [s.r] ☀️ - How the team supports you and your autism

Soaked in adoration [s.r] ☀️ - Bath time with spencer headcannons

Dating Aaron [a.h] ☀️ - what would it be like to date Aaron Hotchner?

More coming soon…

Criminal Minds -

Like we always do [s.r] 🌦️ - (request) after Spencer proposes to his partner they decide they have to tell Spencer what they had been thinking about for months- and Spencer is always ready to support his partner

Communication issues [s.r] ☀️ - reader is from France and lived there until he was 11/12 and then moved to america and his first language is french. He also has a little bit of an accent. Basically reader is new to the team and it is their first late night back home on the jet with him. And basically they learn that when hes tired he reverts back to his mother tongue.

The fencer [s.r]☀️ - reader is a fencer and is competing in the 2023 mens saber nationals and spencer invites the team to cheer on his boyfriend. (Could be read as ftm) (Also spencer is like low key autistic in this)

Smart cookie [s.r]☀️ - (request) reader asks for readers help with a new tattoo he wants, and when reader calls Spencer a smart cookie Spencer gets flustered, and reader can't help himself

Love like a fathers [s.r]🌦️ - (request) Y/n gets hurt protecting spencer from an unsub, and they spend some time together in the hospital.

Flashback [s.r]🌦️ - spencer discusses his thoughts around having kids with his spouse after putting their daughter Diana to bed (written for @cmgiftexchange)

New Years Kiss [s.r]☀️ - You and Spencer share a New Years kiss at Rossi's house to celebrate

The Little Things [a.h]☀️ - (request) you notice all the little things Aaron does for you everyday (could be read as romantic or platonic)

Fantozzi [s.r] ☀️ - (request) The BAU decides to have a movie night at Rossi's house, and Spencer you and Spencer find a quiet corner to sit in. You both fall asleep and cuddling ensues..

Glitter Girl [p.g] ☀️ - (request) Penelope and her best friend share some banter over the phone

French Press Coffee [s.r] 🌦️ - (request) Spencer insist you take a break despite your objections

Embrace [s.r] 🌦️ - spencer doesnt feel like hes anything more than his intelligence, but ethan proves him wrong.

More coming soon…

MCU -

Ill always be here [m.j]🌦️ - you come out to your parents and they kick you out after your dad slaps you but mj comforts you and lets you stay with her. 

“You know your really pretty?” [m.j]☀️ - its late and y/n cant sleep so theyre ranting to MJ, its basically just a bunch of fluff crammed into a couple paragraphs

More coming soon…

Criminal Minds -

Paranormal [bau] 🌦️ - (request) y/n has a secret, can he keep it despite the circumstances?

Picture to Burn [s.r]🌧️ - (part of lover series) Everything's falling apart, but will Spencer have the strength to put it back together?

More coming soon…

Criminal Minds -

An indie fall with Spencer [s.r] 🌨️ - (request) A moodboard for an indie fall with spencer <3

A rainy day in with Spencer [s.r] 🌨️ - a moodboard for a rainy day inside with Spencer <3

College professor AU [s.r] 🌨️ - a moodboard for a college professor spencer reid <3

One car [b.a.u] ☀️ - in which all the members of the BAU are stuck in one car for a little while

"your my pillow now" [s.r] ☀️ - spencer reid x male reader

"I can still feel you" [s.r] 🌧️ - spencer reid x gn!reader

More coming soon…

#criminal minds #spencer reid #bau #bau team #fluff #gay #spencer reid x reader #flufftober #spencer reid x male reader #criminal minds master list #BAU master list #spencer reid master list #master list #master post #moodboard #fanfic #angst with comfort #oneshot #headcannon #marvel #MJ #Michelle jones #spider man #spencer reid x gn reader #spencer reid x ftm reader #mj x gn reader

[choicesprompts]

Flufftober 2023

As requested, some fluffy prompts! This event will run through the last day of October. If you prefer some spooky prompts, please see the Festival of Fears prompt event.

The Rules:

Open to all choices fandoms. All forms of creative expression are accepted: Fics, artwork, edits, text fics, etc.

Prompts are provided for your convenience but are not required. If it's fluffy, it will get reposted and added to the master list at the end of the event!

To ensure you get reblogged and added to the master list, make sure to do the following:

Tag @choicesprompts

hashtag #choicespromtps and #flufftober2023

Don't forget to tell us if/which prompt you're using!

Prompts don't have to be done in order or used on any particular day. Pick and choose as you like, and submit whenever. You may combine prompts. You may have more than one submission per prompt if you like.

That's it! Go forth, create and be great!

The Prompts:

First Kiss

Rainy/Snowy Day

Meet Cute

Found Family

Confession

I want to take care of you.

Cozy Comforts

Chicken Soup

Pretend boyfriend/girlfriend for a day

Hand Holding

Campfire

Hair Brushing

Bed Sharing

Love Letters

Getting caught in a storm

Can I have this dance?

Cooking Together

Cloud/Star Gazing

Puppies/Kittens

Let me make you a cup of tea.

Picnic

First Date

Anniversary

Wedding

Birthday Surprise

Do you trust me?

I think I love you.

Hurt/Comfort

Coffee Shop

Embarrassing Secret Revealed

You don’t me and I promise I’m not a creepy stalker but…

OR.... use one of these:

#choicesprompts #choices fanfiction #choices fandom #choices #flufftober 2023 #flufftober #choices flufftober

[dramioneasks]

Halloween Fics 2023:

Adoration by flowerfem - E, 31 chapters - Hermione needed time out of Wizarding London and a move to the English countryside in the Fall was just what she wanted. Upon discovering Draco Malfoy was her neighbor, running an apple orchard next door, she realized she had no idea what she wanted. The season was sure to hold rainy days, carved pumpkins, and of course some magic. Buckle up for some fluffy, cozy Dramione goodness. Brief appearances by our favorite Slytherins and Gryffindors. This does get a little angsty in the middle, but rest assured this is HEA at its finest. (pumpkin) Spice throughout but chapters will be marked that have smut. Written for Flufftober Challenge 2023; new post every day of October

Double, Double Slytherin Trouble by kid_n_the_hall, Wanderingfair - M, one-shot - Draco and Hermione's pre-dance snogging is interrupted by two Slytherins who can't wait to show the couple their Halloween costumes.

What Lurks Inside the Corn Maze by erininoctober - M, one-shot - Struggling to stay on top of her classwork, Harry and Ron convince Hermione to take a break and join them for some pre-Halloween festivities.

The Muggle Haunted House by GreenInk_RedLetters - T, one-shot - How the hell Draco Malfoy had ended up in a Muggle Haunted House of all places was a query he'd been pondering over rather seriously for the better part of the last hour. Even more so as he side eyed another bloody animatronic skeleton, willing it with his eyes alone to jump out like the last several death traps had. Pure fluffy humor and Halloween fun as Draco Malfoy is *forced* to attend a Muggle Haunted House with his son. A snapshot in time (a pixar short if you will) of how I imagine the supposed outing if Dramione were endgame.

All Hallow's Eve by skeytchy - M, one-shot - Present-day | Middle-aged Draco and Hermione decide to jump on a Muggle movie reference bandwagon for Halloween, only to run afoul of old fears and insecurities. Featuring: - An ill-fated Barbie costume - Domestic fluff and double entendres - Married people who still like each other??

Lesson number one by thatblondebitvh - E, one-shot - The Halloween party takes an unexpected turn for Hermione. [Draco/Hermione/Theo]

Candy and Love by VicUreno_12 - not rated, one-shot - Draco Malfoy just wanted to attend trick or teat. And when he gets the chance. He meets the love of his love. A muggle girl that he gives his chocolate bar and heart to. Will he ever find her again? Maybe in the walls of Hogwarts.

Sex and Candy - Kinktober ‘23 by undercoverdrxco - E, 17 chapters - For Kinktober, I have put together a kink bingo card that I will be challenging myself with! Expanding my horizons one kink at a time. - A collection of unrelated PWP to celebrate Kinktober the right way with Hermione and Draco -

That One Night That Hermione Granger Dressed Up As Wednesday Addams by allyseisfalling - E, one-shot - Hermione Granger dresses up as a slutty Wednesday Addams at a Muggle-themed Hogwarts Halloween Party. [Draco/Hermione/Theo]

A Truly Maleficent Trick or Treating by Mariana_Monteverde - T, one-shot - 31st October 2006 | Scorpius's first trick or treating or the day Draco learns something new about his wife.

#halloween #dramione

[holylulusworld]

Snuggle Time - Flufftober 14

Summary: You and Lee spend a rainy day on the couch.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: fluff, snuggling & cuddling, a hint of low self-esteem, established relationship

A/N: Please be aware I mostly do not write canon for Lee.

Rating: Teen

Words: 485

Square filled for @warmandfluffybingocards: Square 17: Weird nicknames

Square filled for @sebastianstanbingo: Square 7: Planting flowers

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

“No. It’s raining again,” you sigh deeply as the weather just ruined your plans for today. “Crap. Why today out of all days.”

For days you have prepared a romantic picnic for you and Lee to celebrate your second anniversary. Now the rain has not only ruined the tulips you planted in the backyard, but your plans too.

“What’s wrong?” Lee stands next to you. He looks out of the window. “Oh no, the rain ruined the flowers we planted.” He runs his hand over your back, knowing how much you loved the tulips. “We can plant new ones, Chipmunk.“

“I know, Stud-Muffin,“ you nod, but your eyes are sad. “It’s just, that I had this whole day planned. I already packed the picnic basket and now it’s raining.”

“How about we go out? I’ll take you out for dinner, Y/N.” Lee glances at you. He sighs as you shake your head. “Why not?”

“I hate when people watch me eat. Most of the time, I feel like they judge me because of my size. I can’t even eat dessert without feeling guilty.”

“My sweet little chipmunk, I don’t care what people think about you or me. If you want to eat dessert, you’ll get it,” Lee states. “If you don’t want to go out. What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. I prepared the food and got the wine you like so much. I even baked your favorite pie,” you sniffle. “Now everything is ruined.”

“Wait here, Y/N,” Lee pecks your cheek. “I got an idea, chipmunk…”

“All done. Now close your eyes and follow me,” Lee covers your eyes with his hands and guides you inside the living room. “I hope you like it.”

“What did you do?” You gasp when Lee drops his hands, allowing you to see. He placed the picnic blanket on the couch and placed the food you prepared on the coffee table. Lee even lit candles all over the room and shut the blinds. “This is beautiful, Lee.”

“Only because of the food you prepared,” he sheepishly admits. “I know it’s not the park, or a fancy restaurant, but welcome to Casa Bodecker. We have food, wine, and free cuddles.”

You giggle. “I’ll take a slice of the pie, some wine, and lots of cuddles.”

“Let me prepare a plate for you, Y/N,” Lee points at the couch. “Have a seat, and get comfortable. I’ll be right there for you.”

You sit on the sofa and wrap yourself in one of the blankets Lee placed on the couch. 

“I’ll take those cuddles now Lee. I can eat later.” 

“You sure?” Lee sits next to you. “Aren’t you hungry?” 

You scoot closer to rest your head against his shoulder and cover Lee and you with the blanket. “That’s all I want.”

“Me too,” he kisses the crown of your hair. “Happy anniversary, Y/N.”

“Happy anniversary, Lee.”

Tags in reblog.

#lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x female reader #warmandfluffybingo #sebastianstanbingo #lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker x y/n #Snuggle Time - Flufftober 14 #kinktober vs flufftober 2023

[ctrsara]

Let it Storm

It's a time of the year for MJ, and Peter has been gone nearly all week. Late-night, poor-reception phone calls are not doing the trick. He does his best to offer some comfort from afar.

Part of my @comfortember 2023 series, and probably set in the same universe as The Comforts of Home (in this same series) but set earlier in that timeline.

This story is a gift for @yes-i-am-happyaspie - You deserve all the comfort on your own "stormy days, friend!" <3

2023 Prompts: @comfortember 11 - Comfort Show/Movie, 14 - Late Night Phone Calls, 15 - Plushies, 18 - Cuddles, 25 - Rain. @flufftober : 8: Rainy Day 24: Melting Emoji Cozytober: The sound of rain, movies on a chilly day

#comfortember 2023 #11-Comfort Show/Movie #13-Late Night Phone Calls #15-Plushies #18-Cuddles #25-Rain #flufftober 2023 #Rainy Day #Melting Emoji #Cozytober #adult peter parker #peter parker #michelle jones #marvel mcu