#awkward fluff

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**Title:** *“Operation Promposal (Kind Of)”*

**Pairing:** Charlie Rayes x Female Reader

**AU:** High school / Final Destination AU

**Genre:** Fluff, Humor, Promposal Mishap

**Word Count:** \~1.3k

**Warnings:** Slight secondhand embarrassment, extreme cuteness, public promposal chaos

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Charlie Raye had a plan.

And when Charlie Rayes had a plan, that usually meant two things:

1. It was going to be nerdy.

2. It was probably going to explode.

Not literally (though he did once accidentally light his hoodie sleeve on fire doing a chemistry demo), but emotionally? Spiritually? Socially? That was fair game.

Still, this plan had promise.

A locker decorated with balloons. A cheesy homemade poster that read:

> “I Might Not Cheat Death, But I’d Die to Go to Prom With You ❤️”

Corny? Extremely.

Cute? Also yes.

Something you would smile at, laugh at, and—hopefully—say yes to?

That was the dream.

He even recruited Carrie to “accidentally” bring you by your locker after lunch. Everything was set.

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Except…

A gust of wind blew half the balloons away the minute he opened his car door.

He spilled iced coffee on the sign 30 seconds before he hung it up.

And he accidentally stuck a post-it to your locker that said “will you go to prom with me (Y/N)?” — but it was from *two years ago* and had *his old crush’s name crossed out.* Not his brightest moment.

By the time you rounded the corner with Carrie, Charlie was mid-freak-out, frantically peeling ruined paper off your locker door and muttering curses under his breath.

You stopped. “Charlie?”

He froze like a raccoon caught in a trash can.

“H-Hey!” he said way too loudly. “Nothing suspicious happening here!”

You blinked. “What are you—?”

Then you saw the damp poster, the deflated balloon floating by his foot, and the glitter pen in his hand that had exploded on his shirt.

Charlie groaned. “This is *not* how this was supposed to go.”

Your heart softened instantly. “Was this… a promposal?”

He looked up at you, cheeks flushed. “It was supposed to be. But everything went wrong. I had the sign and the balloons and even a playlist, but the stupid pen exploded and the wind blew away half my plan and I accidentally used the wrong sticky note—”

He paused. “Wait, why am I telling you all this?”

“Because you’re Charlie,” you said, laughing. “And I think this is the most you thing you could’ve done.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, glitter smudging his cheek. “I guess what I’m trying to say is… I’d really like to take you to prom. If you still want to. Even if my execution was total trash.”

You stepped closer, smiling softly.

“You had me at ‘cheat death.’”

Charlie blinked. “Wait. That was a yes, right?”

You laughed and tugged his sleeve. “Yes, Charlie. That was a *yes.*”

He looked like he could cry and faint at the same time.

“Cool,” he whispered. “Cool cool cool. I’m gonna go hyperventilate behind the vending machine for a minute. But like—happy hyperventilating.”

You kissed his cheek, leaving a shimmer of glitter behind.

“Best almost-disaster ever.”

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I was wondering if I could request a Dean and/or Sam winchester x reader (sepperately if you choose to do both, like two sepperate one shots in the same post) with an established relationship where they get a motel room that only has two beds, so reader has to share a bed with the winchester they're with, and it's just some awkward fluff where both are just figuring things out in this fresh relationship

Thank you!!

there was only two beds -

I love that actually!

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Dean winchester x reader, established relationship, fluff

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Its been a Long drive to Colorado for this seemingly complicated case, it seemed like forever since you have gotten a good nights sleep and tomorrow morning you have to hit the morgue first thing if you want to see the bodies before they are transported to the funeral homes.

you want nothing more than to go kick your boots, peel the layers of clothing off of you and Finally lay down, but to your surprise when Dean opens the motel room, there was only two beds.

All three of you look at each other, unsure who should go in first or where - but before you can really think about it Sam shrugs and goes directly on the closest bed to the door, drops his things, and into the shower he goes

“what a bitch” Dean says with a roll of his eyes, making his way to the other bed before you stop him

“wait where will I sleep then??”

he looks at you a little confused, then a little awkwardness can be seen on his usually confident face

“I- uhm” he clears his throat, “I assumed we’d sleep together?- I mean- not like that- of course not like that its been a long day but I meant- if you dont want to I can sleep on the couch its fine-“

you find it hard not to crack a smile at the usually confident and full of bravado Dean who is now closer to an awkward teenager in his first sleep over

“oh no no its okay- im- don’t worry its alright I don’t mind-“ you say with a small chuckle, a little awkward yourself

he goes to put his bag away and places yours next to it, he unpacks a change of clothes for himself and then looks at you hesitantly before reaching into your bag and getting one for you as well

and for a moment there between the silent movements and shuffling of fabrics, you get to see how softly he holds your belongings, how much care and love he exudes for a pair of pants or an old band t-shirt, and god if you could fall in love all over again….

he gets up from where he had placed the bags on the ground and hands the fresh clothes to you, avoiding eye contact like the plague of course.

“..Thanks Dean, appreciate it”

“yeah dont mention it” he risks a look at your soft smile, and a blush starts to creep up his neck, to which he quickly breaks the moment “SAM ARE YOU GONNA BE THERE ALL NIGHT?? WE HAVE BEEN IN THE CAR FOR THE LAST TEN HOURS TOO YOU KNOW.”

you laugh a little at his chosen method of checking on his brother, but it actually works quite quickly as Sam comes out in the next couple of minutes and flips him off. you laugh again.

Dean asks if youd like to go in first, Sam strongly suggests you take him on that offer before he “grossens up the place”, but for deans luck youre a little more tolerant than Sam and you let him go first

the moment hes in, you can see Sam unpacking and putting things aside before he sleeps, but he throws you a look or two of acknowledgment, which make the silence a little less awkward - but not completely.

“do you think I upset him when I didnt assume we’d be sleeping in the same bed?” you asked in a low voice, hoping the walls arent too thin

Sam looks at you with a small smile and a soft look, “nah I think hes just not really used to how….normal relationships function I guess? I think hes more scared of upsetting you than anything”

“oh” it just hits you now that you might be this guys first actual relationship in years, and the awkwardness might not be only from your side of the coin “oh god did I scare him?”

Sam, now laughing, “honestly? maybe, he is a little more insecure than he lets on; but I think you can just assure him and itll be okay” he shakes the chuckle in his throat away “honestly for a couple who are both older than me, it feels like im watching a highschool first crush first relationship kind of situation”

“oh fuck off like youve never had an awkward moment before”

Sam contemplates for a moment “sure yeah, when I was 16”

and with that, you also flip him off, making his success rate of getting flipped off today 2 out of 2 times a 100%

he chuckles and seemingly actually lays down to sleep this time

and conveniently enough for you, Dean comes out of the shower just then, leaving you no time to sit alone in the unsettling motel silence

“I uh” he clears his throat again, youre starting to think he does that whenever he’s nervous “I cleaned it for you - contrary to what Sam might think Im actually good at cleaning so….youre all good to go”

he also avoids your eyes mostly saying this looking down or around before going in the beds direction while you’re going to the bathroom, when you pass each other in the middle, you give him a quick kiss on the cheek and whisper a sincere thank you directly on his skin, he mumbles a “no problem” under his breath in that overly deep voice of his when hes awkward, and makes quick strides to the bed as you go to take a long awaited shower.

when you come out, all clean and fresh, you notice the clothes you are gonna wear neatly folded in pile on the bed next to a “sleeping” Dean who is so tense you could use him as a rock solid analogy, and trying to take such little space its almost funny seeing this six foot man trying to be so small

you change quietly to not wake up Sam, then slide in bed behind Dean and hug him from the back, to which he tenses even more - if thats even possible - before slowly relaxing into your hold

“you okay?” you ask in a whisper, unsure if hes gonna continue playing asleep or will actually reply to you

his reply comes half a minute later “I should be asking you that”

“and why would that be?” you say back, trying to put as much sass in a whisper as you can

“you know why.” if eye rolls could be heard, you just heard it in his voice

before you get to reply though, he continues

“im sorry I didnt really think when I was asking for the room and im so used to asking for doubles because its usually just me and Sam- I didnt mean to make you uncomfortable or assume anything I know this is all a pretty new arrangement and-“

you cut him off, “hey hey hey… Dean, its okay, I swear im not uncomfortable I was honestly just surprised by the bed sizes, it didnt look like itd fit two people, but when you said we’d be together I knew we would be able to fit because I trust your judgment okay? and I have definitely had worse sleeping arrangements than being tightly stacked next to my male-model-pretty boyfriend you know?” your voice was low but soft, full of sincerity

you can hear him chuckle lightly before turning around to face you, “its just been a while since ive had a similar… situation, with anyone - and I really dont want to fuck this up…I really like you you know?”

it was your turn to chuckle now, “I know, and I really really like you too, Dean. Believe me itd take more than a tight bed to get me to even slightly be annoyed at you, youre fine, were fine, okay?” you pause to give him a light kiss “and if Im being completely honest with you, I was kind of hoping this would happen because I really need one of your strong hugs to put my bones back in place after todays drive”

he huffs out a laugh and gives you a kiss too, “in that case, I will gladly become a weighted compression blanket” he says as he changes your positions.

now holding you impossibly close, he hugs you tightly and pulls the covers over your shoulders, with his nose in your hair and your face to his neck, you start drifting to sleep

“I love you” you say in an almost undiscernible whisper, half asleep

“I love you too” he whispers back to himself as he is sure you’re already no longer awake

he stays awake for a bit more in the quiet soft night, holding you tightly and softly smiling to himself

“I love you too” he says once more before falling victim himself to sleep

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this is my first fluff one shot since I tried writing for the first time a year ago or so so I really hope you like it !!^^

i was hoping you'd write about the reader shyly asking him to do it after years of dating and he'd be gentle the whole time until he isnt cuz he cant take it anymore foams in the mouth

IT’S TOMORROW?! HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS?! 😭 TYSM FOR THE ASK AND OFC!!!

(( MINORS DO NOT INTERACT—!!! ))

Al Haitham stared at you, his eyes wide.

It was one of the few times you could say you’d seen him genuinely surprised, but that was to expected, you supposed.

The two of you had been together for a few years, and you’d never once broached this topic.

“I m-mean… I’m sorry if it bugs you, but we’ve been together for a while now, so I thought…”

Al Haitham raised a hand, shaking his head with a small smile.

“I was just surprised. Pleasantly so. There’s no need to worry over that. I’d been considering asking you myself for a while now, but I didn’t want to seem too impatient. I’m glad you asked.”

The scribe spoke, his tone a mixture of amusement and shock.

He paced around the room, his arms crossed.

You giggled at the sight, earning a sharp look from your boyfriend.

“Let me prepare a few things, Dear. We don’t have everything for this because as you said, it’s been some time…”

Al Haitham said his tone serious, causing you to break into a fit of laughter.

“Right, of course… Then I’ll see you here soon?”

You asked, your cheeks tinged pink.

Al Haitham smirked, nodding his head.

“You can count on it.”

You smiled, glancing down bashfully.

“See you, then…”

Al Haitham huffed a small chuckle, pressing his lips against yours, before leaving the house.

Once he’d left, you buried your face in your hands, silently cursing your awkwardness.

You’d never spoken about this before, and while you were glad Al Haitham was willing, you should have known there were things missing.

That was the most embarrassing part, you thought, your cheeks flaring with heat.

You shook yourself from your musings, and headed to the bedroom to straighten up some.

This was huge, right?

There was a way to go about these things, or you’d hoped so, at least.

After forty minutes or so passed, you were beginning to feel a little nervous.

Al Haitham didn’t live too far off—

Just as you began to worry, you heard footsteps outside.

The doorknob shook sightly and you glanced up, your eyes wide in excitement, as Al Haitham entered.

To your surprise, he held a large bouquet of flowers in his hands.

You peered at him, curiously.

Al Haitham met your gaze, shaking his head a bit.

He offered you a small smile, before running a hand through his hair with a sigh.

“Kaveh demanded to know where I was going in such a rush. I didn’t think he needed to know what exactly we were going to be up to, so I told him I was meeting you for a date. Of course, then he lectured me, going on about flowers and the likes, and how important they are to dating. As such, here we are—“

Al Haitham explained, handing you the flowers.

You laughed, your eyes tearing up slightly.

“That is such a Kaveh thing to do.” You said, earning an amused smile from Al Haitham.

“Isn’t it, though? Regardless, that’s what kept me for so long.”

You nodded, fighting off the urge to laugh.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here now… Are you ready for our date?” You teased, your tone light.

Al Haitham’s lips quirked upwards into a smirk, and his eyes shone with mirth.

“Of course.” He responded, his tone silky.

You grinned, grabbing Al Haitham’s hand and pulling him towards the bedroom.

He chuckled at your excitement, as the two of you approached the bed.

You flopped down on the bed, as Al Haitham sat down beside you. He pulled off his top, giving you a few full of his toned chest.

He raised a teasing brow, before smirking at you. “Enjoying the view?”

You grinned, nodding. “Immensely.”

Al Haitham snorted, shaking his head in amusement. “Well, there’s more than that to enjoy.”

You flushed at his words, before pulling off your clothes, as well.

“Right… Uncharted territory…” You responded, your tone light.

Al Haitham scooted closer to you, his lips pressed close to your ear.

“We’ll simply have to explore it, then. Find the best route…”

You laughed, turning your head slightly, to meet his gaze.

Al Haitham smiled at you, bringing his hand to lightly cup your cheek. He ran his thumb along your jawline, soothingly, before pressing his lips against yours.

You leaned forward into the touch, Al Haitham pressing his form against yours, and causing you to sink further into the bed.

His hand made its way into your hair, as he deepened the kiss.

The scent of parchment and pine overrode your senses as he kissed you, his lips frantically overtaking your own.

Al Haitham pulled away from the kiss, and instead began trailing kisses across your bare form. He ran his tongue across your collarbone, before nipping down gently.

You trembled at the contact, your eyes sparkling with glee.

“Al Haitham… the date…”

You murmured, and he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your center.

“Of course, love. I’ll be gentle this time…”

He murmured, before pulling you closer to him.

Your heart pounded in anticipation, as Al Haitham’s legs pressed up against yours.

Al Haitham’s hand snaked around your thigh, rubbing circles along its inside and you jerked back at the contact.

He chuckled, his tone warm.

“Hmm, that’s a spot. Let’s explore some others, then…”

He cooed at you, his tone a thick honey.

Al Haitham’s hand edged past your thigh, and your legs clenched.

The weight of him against you increased, as Al Haitham pressed his form closer to yours, giving you an up close view of his chest.

Your cheeks burned, as Al Haitham brought his arm back up, to pull you closer to him.

He thrust against your form, and you gasped in surprise.

He picked up the pace, his grasp on you tightening.

If this was what intimacy was like, then you’d been missing out on a lot.

Al Haitham’s pace quickened once more, and you yelped at the sudden ferocity to his approach, your eyes widening.

“A- Al Haitham!! You—!!!” You rasped, your words slightly slurred, as your mind struggled to form what you wanted to say.

Al Haitham pulled you closer to himself once more, his weight against yours increasing, as a tremor ran through your form.

His eyes widened, and he pulled back, his cheeks flushed. “A-Ah… I got too excited…”

He spoke, his voice a husky rasp.

You stared at him your eyes wide, and your mouth slightly agape.

“Mm… next time…don’t rush…” You managed, as Al Haitham pulled away.

He nodded, laying down beside you.

“Next time, I’ll be gentle…”

You huffed, averting your gaze.

“‘s what you said this time…” You whined, rolling over on your side.

Al Haitham rolled over, so that he was facing you. “Forgive me…?”

You pretended to think about it, before giggling some.

“‘s fine… Couldn’t be made anyways…”

He hummed, before wrapping and arm around you, then pulling the covers over your heads.

You smiled, burying your face into his chest.

He laughed, and you could feel the rumble of it, from your spot against his chest.

“You really like my chest, don’t you?”

You nodded, pressing your face in further.

“‘Makes a good pillow…”

He ran his fingers through your hair, before smiling and letting his hand fall.

“I’m glad you find my chest so comfortable…”

You blinked at him, sleepily, and he chuckled.

Al Haitham pulled you a bit closer, rubbing circles on your back.

This is part of the Awkward Fluff Collab I am doing with @burnthoneymint​ and @some-piece​ (who made the banner!). Prompt: I don’t know how to flirt so I asked a friend for advice. They gave me this really shitty pick-up line but I am desperate. Requested by: @hanajimasama

2nd person. fem reader. A language warning is in order. There's some f-bombs and other swearing. It's Kid, what did you expect?

Kid was not romantic. Not in any sense of the word. Usually, that didn’t bother him one bit, he didn’t really need any romance to be a feared, strong and bloodthirsty pirate. He was a capable captain, with a crew he was proud of. No need for romance. That was, until you joined. 

inspired very vaguely by a James Corden interview you can see here. Requests are open in case you care 💛

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You loved how seriously Shawn was staring at the screen, his eyes scanning the rush of comments for the perfect assumption.

“I assume you are the perfect couple?”

clean slate, ch. 7: alone

Prompt: prince/princess

Rating: T (some mildly suggestive content)

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Callum and Rayla check-in with Opeli about their sleeping arrangements.

(note: this CAN be read without context, but the mini-chapter linked here does have some allusions to earlier conversations in the fic!)

Nat owns a cat. An evil cat. A cat that even Hawkeye can’t get near. Except this cat – this tiny terror named after a literal Russian evil spirit – well, she doesn’t just tolerate Bucky, she fucking likes him. Or, at least, she lets him pet her, pick her up, and take her back to his quarters, but now the cat is staying with him. Which sucks.

Bucky and Nat wind up as a thing nearly by accident… but mostly by cats.

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Look at that! I think this is the FIRST time I have EVER posted a multichapter work in its entirety.

Whoa.

Hey anon! Sorry for the delay, hope you still want this prompt and enjoy! Read on ao3

When Zelda let it slip that her sister was dating an incubus, he’d laughed. Because of all the witches in the coven Hilda was the last he expected, or thought, would do such a thing.

Sex demons, even ones trapped within another body, weren’t for the faint of heart. And while Hilda was certainly not weak in character, Faustus could understand, once he stopped laughing, why Zelda was concerned about her little sister.