૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა-- "This is stupid," Katsuki watches you play in the flowers, laughing like a little kid seeing colors for the first time. "You see these every spring."
"I know, but they're so pretty!" carefully, you plucked some from the ground and started to braid and intertwine them, carefully making a flower crown. "I can make one for you too, Katsu!"
he watched as you placed one on your head, smiling so brightly. it made his heart so warm he wanted to throw up. you're too sweet and kind and loving and all warm and cute.
its like you were one with the seasons, all connected to nature and-
a little prick on his arm.
he looked down, blinking slowly.
a damn bee.
with a sigh, he moved closer to you, tapping your shoulder. "let me see your bag." he grumbles, watching your face morph into confusion. "Okay..?"
he digs around, pulling out something you couldn't quite see at first, then pulling up his shorts. "What's that?"
"Epipen."
"Oh."
"WHAT?!" he stabs his thigh, letting out a soft grunt. he waited for a bit, then sighed. "...M'allergic to bees."
"WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING?!" your shouting was definitely not helping the situation. "Oh my god you could've died- when did you put that in my bag?!"
he patted your shoulder, groaning. "Ah that hurts like a bitch. But I put it there because I knew there'd be bees. And I don't know about you, but I don't really feel like dying to a damn bee today or going to the hospital."
you were still panicking, rambling on about if he would die or whatever, so he shut you up with a kiss and pulling you closer. "I am fine. I am not dead. This happens." he reassures, staring down at you.
"Now are you going to keep bitching or do you want froyo?"
"...I want froyo."
"Alright. Lets go before I get stung again. I don't got another one of those on me. Shits are expensive."
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crackwriting is my love language i had this idea for a while.
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Head ouch but wanna write some fluff for Evangeline and Callisto, so using this prompt list linked here
(Only picking the ones I liked most for these two/made sense setting wise)
which prompt number should I do
prompt 1
prompt 2
prompt 5
prompt 8
prompt 9
prompt 11
prompt 13
prompt 14
prompt 15
prompt 18
Voting ended onJul 22, 2025
Bonus content hint/thing: some of these I could make of scenes from before they got married 👀
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Prompt 9 done!
Prompt 14 done!
A few of the ones I left out I already have a plan for in coming bits, so they're going to be written and shared soon anyway. And then others just didn't fit the setting/way I'm writing these two, so that too.
Gonna go have my meds and sleep again. But yeah, I feel neh so wanna have happy characters to feel better when I wake up.
It was a hard day today, I'm so exhausted. Kōtarō said, he was heading back to his house accompanied by Akaashi. Their days had been so busy, even in the volleyball team they had so much work to do.
But, oh god were they glad it finally ended. Akaashi's house was near so he said goodbye to Bokuto and started walking to another direction.
Bokuto's body started walking without doubting, he didn't even noticed when he started to, but his body and brain wanted rest, and home was the only place he could get that from.
And, there was someone there to greet him nicely. His boyfriend, [Your name] [Your last name]. The most wonderful second year boy in their high school.
Then, the walking became running, even the smallest thought of [Your name] made Kōtarō flutter, they were indeed in love.
The houses became just a background, the sky became the only thing away from him, he was running like he was in a marathon. And then, he was happy, after all that shit of a day a run like this made his mood lighten. Cold wind slapping his face and moving his pointy hair around, getting eventual shivers and slowly loosing his breath, such a delightful feeling.
Soon he was putting his keys in the door and opening it to see the cutest image he had ever seen in his life. [Your name] was half-layed in the sofa, with a blanket covering him, only making half of his face visible and he seemed to be, oh so peaceful. Kōtarō's heart melted at that, he slowly closed the door, putting away his shoes and carefully throwed his bag in the hallway.
He then approached where the other male was and gave him a kiss in his forehead, which seemed to lightly wake up [Your name] as he smiled a bit at Bokuto. "Heey, love" he said sleepy "I'm glad you hmmn are home" and this made Kōtarō giggle. How silly
Bokuto went to his bedroom to change into some more comfortable clothes and came back to the living room, because the kitchen and it were connected, and he wanted to have at least a meal for dinner. He prepared some sweet rice and algas covered in a thin layer of fried fish. Such a strange meal, right?
A strange meal for a strange man, he hummed and started eating, thinking about what was he going to do next. He could do the homework and have it finished for the rest of the weekend since it is Friday. He could watch some movies or play some games. But, he decanted himself for the sweetest decision of all: sleep tugged bellow the fluffy blanket hugging [Your name].
As he slided his self into your side, he got your stomach tugged in his arms and pulled your body against his for more warmth. You hummed softly in your sleep, which made him smile and he closed his eyes waiting for the dream world to take him. At that moment he couldn't think about what was he going to do tomorrow, his mind was already taken away by tiredness.
However, time doesn't wait anyone, and Saturday came up. The annoying sound of a infinite buzz woke up Kōtarō, but it seemed like [Your name] was in a heavy sleep and didn't wake up thankfully.
Bokuto answered the phone, being quite enough to not make a loud sound, but the one on the other side was making it hard. Akaashi and the others of the club had been waiting for him for 2 hours already, how could he forget they had this "personal training session" today. He didn't want to go, and [Your name] seemed to say the same since his grip on Bokuto's chest was quite strong.
"Keiji, I'm sorry for making y'all wait for me, but, I can't go today" he excused himself "WHAT? Oi, Bokuto, if you keep making useless excuses to not do anything of training in the weekends I am going to not settle the ball for you" Akaashi threatened "N-no, it's not that, it's just that I am tugged in with my partner, and I don't want to let go...pleeease, just today" he did puppy eyes even if the other one couldn't see him "I am not watching you and I even know you are making puppy eyes right now" ... "NO, I AM NOT-" He said a bit louder and made the smaller boy in his chest move in annoyance "sorry, gotta go, I'll assist in the next session, train hard, bye bye" and then he hang up.
He readjusted himself and held [Your name] closer, falling asleep again in a sigh.
But, on the other hand of that call, Keiji looked at his phone confused, did he heard right what he thought he heard. At first it didn't click but when a first year noticed it his brain processed it.
Did Bokuto said he was with his partner?
Most of the team was surprised, but honestly, it seemed quite normal, an owl like him wasn't the lonely type. ♡
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barry is a barista at his aunt’s café in the city. it’s not his dream job, but he’s very good at it. he likes the smell of coffee and he loves his aunt. also, he needs a steady job so his parole officer stays off his neck.
the café, though small, is quite popular with the locals, very cozy.
the rich kids also like to hang out there, drink their iced venti caramel macchiato with oatmilk whipped cream and 2 pumps of vanilla syrup and do dance challenges for their tiktoks.
one of those rich kids is a tall dirty blond guy named rafe – barry knows the name from his coffee order – always the same, always a medium cup of coffee, no sugar, no cream, no nothing. (sometimes, when he thinks no one is watching, rafe adds cream and sweetener.)
and among his group of friends, rafe is sometimes the loudest, sometimes the quietest. sometimes he comes alone. ordering his coffee, hardly making eye contact. sitting at his spot over by the window, looking out, brooding or something.
and sometimes their gazes meet. sometimes rafe looks away as if caught. sometimes he blankly stares barry down. and when barry flashes a grin, rafe quickly turns his head, feeling his cheeks flush.
very slow-burn, like real slow-burn. first kiss in chapter 34.
forced proximity due to a blackout during a hurricane.
Im your fluffy Anon from before with more cute obi wan and Anakin ideas, such as obi wan lovingly rebraiding Anakin's braid no matter how old he gets. Like say for example a Padawan is supposed to be the one to upkeep their braid but Anakin always insist obi wan brush and rebraid his hair, giving some lame excuse as "obi wan does it just right." Meaning the Padawan is so giddy sitting in obi wans lap listening to his master's murmurs of how much he loves him and how well he's improving.
Oh! Fluffy Anon! I love this!!
You know how much I love lap sitting (as if I've tried to hide it so well lol) but a little Padawan Anakin sitting in his Master's lap as he tries to patiently wait for Obi-Wan to finish the process.
Maybe Obi-Wan teasing Anakin like "You know, usually Padawans do this themselves. Someday you're going to have to learn to do this yourself too"
And Anakin thinking to himself that that day will never come.
I've put Obi-Wan re-braiding Anakin's hair in one of my fics:
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Also, if this is your vibe, Anon, I don't know if you've read anything by @adaliak or @gingerypeachtea but their works sound right up your alley.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
