[ID: Fanart of Luffy and Law in a modern AU. They are sitting on a concrete bench and eating lunch, Law with spicy ramen and Luffy with rice balls. Luffy is smiling and handing one of his rice balls to Law, who is looking at him in confusion. End ID.]
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What DID Erica find under Lucas' bed that no one must know about? What if it's something much more wholesome than season 4 episode 7 wants to make us believe?
An autumnal Lumax oneshot. Fluffy, a bit sad, mostly sweet.
This is my translation of an originally German-language Flufftober 2022 oneshot I wrote. I hope you like it! :)
[Read it on AO3 instead if you want?]
March 1986.
Flashback season 4, episode 7.
“Here’s the deal. Either you tell me what’s happening or I tell Dustin what I found under your bed.”
“Please, no…”
“Spill your guts, cow puncher.”
“What’d she find under your bed?!”
“Nothing!”
“Is it gross? Scale of one to ten?”
“A hundred.”
June 1986.
The house is quiet.
Too quiet.
Suspiciously quiet.
Mom and Dad are at work, and the last time I heard from Erica and her best friend Tina, they were in Erica’s room chit-chatting about My Little Pony or hair accessories... or gossiping about middle school boys... or whatever it is they do when they’re hanging out. But I just noticed that I haven’t heard a sound from them for at least half an hour, it’s a very, very uncomfortable feeling; I turn off the TV and run up the stairs, expecting the worst.
I regularly expect the worst, ever since Erica found out what’s in the wooden box under my bed. Now that the Upside Down is no longer an issue, and Max is finally coming back to life after what happened in the spring, the biggest fear in my life is... the reveal of the secret of the box under my bed. By Erica. In front of Tina. If Tina finds out about this, she’ll no doubt tell her big sister Hannah as soon as she gets home... and Hannah goes to High School.
If word of the box under my bed gets around at Hawkins High School, I’ll have at least three more years of taunts, laughter, and bullying ahead of me that I’d like to avoid. I could handle Mike’s, Dustin’s, and Will’s comments, and I’m sure El wouldn’t say anything negative about the whole thing, but... the guys on the basketball team would never, ever, ever let me forget about the box.
I stand in front of Erica’s door. Complete silence. I bang on the door with my fist. “Erica?”
Then I hear her. In my room, behind the door at the other end of the hallway. One of the girls giggles, the other one says “Shhh!”, and within three steps I’m at my door, I yank it open - and they’re sitting on the floor next to my bed, the wooden box between them, its contents scattered over several square feet of my floor. Tina at least has the decency to half hide her grin behind her hands, cupping her mouth – Erica’s laugh, on the other hand, is utterly shameless as she picks up the two knitting needles in her hand and moves them against each other as if they’re Chinese chopsticks.
Scattered across my floor is – everything. Everything that actually belongs in the box. Everything I’ve kept well hidden for months. The beginning of a scarf with two more knitting needles stuck in it. Two half-finished hats. An almost finished sock. Balls of yarn in seven different colors. Three thin books from the library: Knitting for Beginners, The 100 Prettiest Knitting Patterns, and Warm Socks, Warm Days. Also the April issue of Modern Grandma magazine, which comes with a twenty-page extra with knitting patterns.
For a few seconds, I am completely paralyzed by the shock. Erica wraps the unfinished scarf around her neck; it was my very first attempt at this. It’s full of little gaps and kind of asymmetrical, and Tina snorts when she sees Erica in it. This just can’t be happening. It’s so embarrassing. I want the ground to spontaneously open up and swallow me. (Not literally, we’ve all seen enough of that this spring. But symbolically.)
“Erica, put the scarf down!” I try my best to sound angry, but of course she doesn’t take me seriously. She hasn’t taken me seriously since she was three years old.
“The scarf? I think this is a felony.”
“It’s abstract art or something. Not pretty, but unusual,” says Tina, and within seconds they both almost choke on their laughter. I roll my eyes.
I grab the knits and the books on the floor, tossing them one by one back into the box while Erica wipes away tears of laughter like it’s the greatest joke ever. My ears are hot with anger and shame, and the only thing that helps is remembering who I’m even doing this for.
October 1986.
“Fall smells so good,” Max says, and she smiles contentedly. She inhales and exhales deeply. "Such fresh air. I never really noticed that before.”
I tap the back of her hand twice, letting her know that I’m getting closer. Our little ritual. I lean down and kiss the tip of her nose and it’s ice cold. We’ve been sitting next to each other in the park for two hours because she likes it so much, and her thick fluffy blanket is spread out over her legs, but her cheek is just as cold under my fingers as the tip of her nose is.
“Hey, listen,” I say quietly. “I wanted to give you a gift today.”
She shakes her head slightly, but begins beaming from ear to ear. “It’s not my birthday, weirdo. And there are still two months until Christmas.”
“Do I need a reason to give the coolest girlfriend in the world a present? Nothing big, just... something I made myself...”
“Something you made?”
“Yeah, but you’re not allowed to laugh at me.”
“Of course. I’d never laugh at you.” She and I both know that she has probably laughed at me about a hundred times in the last two years, and vice versa. And that’s perfectly fine, too. I reach for the bag next to me and it rustles as I remove its contents.
“Hmm, plastic? It sounds like plastic,” Max speculates. She looks excited, almost like a child trying to guess what’s in a still-wrapped present at Christmas. But her present is not wrapped. She simply can’t see it.
“No, it doesn’t make any sound. Wait. I’ll put it in your hands.” I take the scarf and hat out of the bag and put both in her waiting, open palms. She scans them, very quickly, grabs the wool and runs her fingers over it.
“You... made it yourself, you said?” she asks. “Lucas, did you – ”
“I knit this for you. - It’s a scarf and...”
“...and a hat, right?” Her mouth is half open in wonder as she feels the shape of the hat.
“Yeah, exactly!” I watch her carefully. Her hands are still running over the two presents, her pale fingertips over the soft wool. “Erica was being the worst about it when she found out I was practicing,” I say. “She’ll never let me forget about it. She even told Tina. But… I think it she kept her mouth shut, thank God!”
Max laughs briefly. “Yeah, I think not everyone needs to know that. – Lucas, that’s… Oh man. That’s so sweet.” Lost in thought, she wraps the scarf around her right hand. “This thing is so soft.”
I grin against my will. She is happy about it; the plan succeeded. “I thought, because you like sitting in the park so much and it’s getting colder - I thought now’s the right time. I started practicing months ago. Then while you were in a coma, it helped calm me down a bit. I... didn’t really tell anyone about it though.”
Her huge smile is not fading. She carefully puts the hat on, but it’s sitting too loose and a bit crooked on her head.
“Here, wait, I’ll help you – “ I adjust the hat. Max looks so cute that I just want hug her, but instead I say, “So, the hat is a beanie. Did you notice? And... The color is really cool, it’s kind of a dark green, but not pine green, it’s kind of somewhere between green and blue, you know? Dark teal, kind of. Not green and not blue. Mom said it’ll look good with your hair. And it does. – But… but any color looks good with your hair, of course. And with you.”
She laughs. “Okay, thanks. Teal is pretty cool. - And the scarf?”
“It’s the same color, but with a white zigzag pattern in between that I learned from, uh... a magazine.”
Uncertainly, she reaches out for me with the hand that isn’t holding the scarf, and I take it immediately.
She squeezes my hand. “Thank you, Lucas. It feels great.”
“I saved my pocket money to buy the good yarn, the extra soft stuff,” I mumble.
“Then you won’t get me a Christmas present, promise? I’ll feel bad if you get me one. Promise you won't get me one?”
“Can’t promise that.”
She laughs again and it’s my favorite sound in the world and always will be, and I missed it so much in the spring that for a while I thought I was going to lose myself over it completely. But she’s sitting next to me, in her new beanie, her pigtails peeking out underneath it. She’s still holding my hand. Her face is turned towards me, her eyes are fixed on me without seeing me. Without ever being able to see me again.
But she can see me in her head. Just like I hope she can see the hat and scarf in her head, after my description.
I carefully wrap the scarf around her as well, and as I brush her chin I realize how cold it is, like the rest of her face. I rub my hands over her upper arms to warm her up.
“Do you want to go home?”
“No, I want to stay here for a while. I’m a lot cozier now than before.” Happily, she tugs the new scarf into place.
“Okay." I spread her thick fluffy blanket a little more evenly over her legs. I also slide it underneath the armrests of her wheelchair so that it’s a little more snug against her. Then, I pull the Thermos bottle and the paper cups from the bag that her mom gave us to take to the park. I pour both of us some hot chocolate, which I announce before placing one of the cups in her hand. She sniffs the steaming liquid and smiles.
It’s a chilly fall day at the park. She is happy. I’m happy that she is happy. And that she is warm. Everything feels as close to normal as it can get.
This is one chapter of an entire linear story! It can be read separately but is better when read as a whole. Enjoy!
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One year of living in Pelican Town means one year of exploring the mines north of Sebastian’s house. And one year of exploring the mines means plenty of time for you to get into the deeper floors. You must have gone down eighty or ninety by now, though it’s really easy to lose count. You just know that you’re deep into the earth because the area you’re in now has lava trickling down the walls, and you have to wear special boots to keep the ground’s heat from hurting you.
Not to mention the monsters you find down there.
It’s hard enough to wield a pickaxe with sweat dripping down into your eyes and the air in front of you swimming from the heat, but it’s even harder to swing a sword against the monsters constantly attacking you. While the floors above only had slimes, bats, bugs, things that were manageable, these deeper floors have creatures you’ve never seen before. Things swimming in shadow and smoke that manifest into a physical form just long enough to attack you. You can only visit the mines once every week or two, now, because of the toll it takes on your body. You’ve collected more scars than you could count just from these lava floors.
You’ve been in the mines for a few hours how, and while your backpack is heavy with expensive and rare jewels, your body is also screaming for a break. If you’ve been keeping count correctly, the next floor should have an elevator on it, so you only have to make it for a few more minutes until you find the ladder. In your exhaustion, you’re a little bit slower, so mining away rocks to look for wherever this ladder is hiding is hard, but you’re making steady progress and haven’t been attacked yet.
You’re just moving on to the last of the rocks when you hear a noise from behind you. It’s nothing loud, just a subtle shift of a pebble, but it’s enough to put you on high alert and you manage to dive out of the way just as a wisp of shadow streaks by you. You trip when you land and skid a few feet on the rough floor, but with how fast the heat penetrates your clothes, you’re quick to jump to your feet again.
The shadow monster continues to advance upon you, so you scramble for your sword and slash at it. It barely even affects the creature, but it gives you just enough wiggle room to get your bearings and run.
You can feel how weak your body is, between the heat and the monsters and the constant exertion from wielding a pickaxe. There’s no way you could take on one of those shadow brutes. One solid hit from it would probably take you down, and you don’t have a lot of confidence that someone would find you all the way down here before the heat or the monsters did you in for good. You grab your pickaxe again and keep moving, looking for more stones to break before the creature catches up again.
Unfortunately, it seems that the only rocks left on the floor are back where you left the shadow monster, so you’ll have to go back there if you want to make it to the next floor. Gripping your pickaxe tightly, you start to make your way back.
As soon as the monster spots you again, it starts to advance towards you with a speed and determination you’d never find in a human being. You gulp, but as it gets closer, you channel every ounce of strength you have left and break into a sprint. It catches the shadow off guard enough that it doesn’t attack you as you run past, but it quickly changes path towards you once again. You have maybe five seconds before it catches up, and there are still three piles of rock you could find that ladder under. Time to pick one and pray.
Without even thinking, you lunge with your pickaxe at the rightmost stone, and as it cracks, you spot the black void of a hole underneath it. You have just enough time to shove aside the large rock fragments and throw yourself down onto the ladder before the shadow brute reaches you. You can feel the wind of its claws against the back of your neck. One more second, and you would have been toast.
Your breathing is faster than you’ve ever experienced and your pulse is so loud that it’s all you can hear pounding in your ears. The shadow brute keeps stalking around the hole, like it’s trying to figure out how to follow you. You scramble down the ladder before it can.
As soon as the light of the next floor reaches you, you see another two of the shadow monsters, as well as a handful of bats. They notice you quickly, so you skip the last five or six rungs of the ladder, throw yourself to the floor, and scramble to the elevator. You’ve just managed to get inside and shut the grated doors before three bats and a shadow creature are at them. The bats throw themselves against the metal and the shadow reaches its arms through the grate, trying to claw at you, but you slink to the floor at the far side of the elevator and wait for it to rise. The reality of your situation hits you once again. You almost died. One wrong move or one more second of hesitation and you would have.
When the elevator dings at the top and the doors slide open, you stagger to the entrance of the cave where the mines reside. Your vision is still swimming from how weak you are and your body is screaming in pain now that the adrenaline has mostly worn off, but in your panic, your mind is still repeating get away from the mines get away from the mines get away from the mines.
It’s dark out, probably close to 10:00 now, and the idea of walking home alone so late is terrifying to you because what if they followed me somehow? You know that the thoughts aren’t rational, but in every dark bush or corner you see, your thoughts keep telling you that there are creatures there. Waiting to kill you.
You’re frantic, wondering what you’re going to do, when you spot a figure down by the mountain lake. At first, your anxiety spikes, because you think it’s one of the shadow creatures. But a closer look reveals that it’s Sebastian. He throws the butt of his cigarette onto the ground and turns like he’s about to head back to his house, but you cry, “Sebastian!” and he turns to look at you instead.
“(Y/N)?” he asks. Then, as you get closer and he can see you properly, it turns into a more frantic, “(Y/N)!” He rushes to meet you and you collapse into his arms as soon as you get close enough. “What happened?”
You try to stammer something out, but the emotions have caught up to you and you can’t manage to form any words. Instead of trying to force you, Sebastian just wraps an arm around your shoulder and says, “Come on, lets go inside.”
You’re barely aware as you walk. Vaguely, you take note of the inside of Robin’s house, then the stairs, then Sebastian’s room, but you’re still have trouble breathing, your body feels like it’s on fire, and the panic hasn’t left your mind. Any noise makes you jump, even the sound of Sebastian’s door creaking open, so he takes extra caution in closing it slowly and then bringing you to his bed so you can sit.
As soon as you’ve sat down, Sebastian starts to walk back to his door, but on instinct, your breath hitches and your hand shoots out to catch his sleeve. He turns back to look at you, his eyes soft and a small frown on his lips.
“I’m just going to go get you a glass of water and something to eat, okay? I’ll barely be gone for a minute. You’ll be safe.” Your eyes dart around the room to all of the dark spaces: Sebastian’s closet, under his desk, beneath the bed. Your mind cries out at the possibility of more shadow creatures hiding there. But when you look back at Sebastian, his hand now on yours that’s still grasping his sleeve, you feel yourself relax just enough. You nod, he smiles, then leaves the room.
Your chest still heaves and your vision still swims, but being in Sebastian’s room is giving you just enough comfort that you don’t have the same uncontrollable panic that you did when leaving the mines. Still, your mind screams for something to comfort it, so your hands naturally wander Sebastian’s bed until they make contact with his pillow. You grab it and bring it to your chest, holding onto it like it’s the only thing keeping you afloat.
A few minutes later, Sebastian returns, a glass of water and a granola bar in his hands. He offers you the water first, which you take with a shaky hand, and then lays the granola bar next to you on the bed. The cold water feels good against your parched lips, but you’re not sure you could stomach food, yet.
Sebastian takes the glass from you when you’re finished and lays it on his bedside table, and when he sees how much you’re still quivering, he shifts closer to you and wraps his arms around your shoulders. You fall against him immediately, burying your face in the warmth of his hoodie and focusing on your breathing. His pillow is still clutched tightly against your chest. This is what safety feels like.
“You’re okay,” he whispers, one of his hands lifting to cradle the back of your head. His fingers tangle in your hair as they thread down through it, causing you to relax a little more. “Do you want to tell me what happened…?”
“I…” you gulp, shuddering involuntarily. “I almost died, down there. One more hit and I would ha—” You don’t manage to finish your sentence before you’re choking on a sob, and Sebastian’s arms grip you a little tighter.
“It’s alright, you’re safe here,” he says. He reaches out and puts a hand on the pillow you’re holding so you let him take it, and he throws it back onto his bed before pulling you in a little closer. You wrap your arms around him, finding the comfort of his warmth much better than the comfort of his pillow. “Just breathe, okay? I’ve got you.”
For the first time since exiting the mines, you find the strength within you to take a long, albeit shaky, breath in, and then a slow breath out.
“Good,” whispers Sebastian, his head angling down to press his mouth against the top of your hair. “You’re alright, I promise.”
Between his soothing voice, the feeling of his arms wrapped around you, and his lips pressed against your head, you suddenly feel like every ounce of anxiety you’d had is draining from your body. He’s right, you’re safe. He’s here to keep you safe.
Challenge: At the end of their rope / POV outsider @flufftober/ "Not on my watch!"
“Hey, is Y/N single? I was thinking of askin’ her out,” Alden asked Maggie. She snorted. Alden noticed her reaction and narrowed his eyes at her. “What?”
The two of them stood by the blacksmith tent at Hilltop, going over plans for the day, when Alden dropped the question. He’d been staring at you all morning, where you were standing watch on the wall.
Maggie grinned at the clueless man. “You really don’t know?”
Alden shrugged, a nervous feeling creeping up his spine. Maggie nodded her head towards the guard tower, where you were now greeting someone with a hug. Alden shuddered when he saw who it was.
Daryl Dixon and he were friendly, now that time had passed since the war with the Saviors, but he wasn’t someone Alden wanted to mess with. He shot Maggie a look, almost pleading with her to tell him he hadn’t missed something so big.
She patted him on the back, encouragingly. “It’s alright. They don’t like to flaunt it, but they’ve been together for years now. Honestly, I can’t believe you haven’t noticed.”
Now that she’d mentioned it, he remembered all the times he’d seen Y/N from afar, and how she was always with Daryl. The few times he’d been in conversation alone with her, she’d brought up Daryl then, too.
Alden groaned at his stupidity. “I can’t believe it either. Now that you’ve said it, though, it’s pretty obvious.”
He turned to you now, where you were casually leaning against the archer. His arm was wrapped around your waist, holding you to him. The two of you were picture perfect, Alden had to admit.
“So, they’re pretty serious, huh?” he asked. Maggie smiled, mind flashing to the early days of your relationship. How the two of you had grown inseparable at the farm, but were too scared to admit your feelings. How Maggie and Glenn teamed up to convince the two of you to confess at the prison. How the two of you were sparks ignited as soon as those feelings were shared.
Maggie was also privy to a secret you’d shared with her months ago: that the two of you had secretly married. She’d gasped when you told her, though she wasn’t at all surprised. It was inevitable that you two tie the knot, as you were going to be together forever anyways.
Now she watched the two of you hold each other close, lovingly oblivious to the admirers below you.
synopsis: other people know bakugo katsuki as rude, arrogant, and bratty. but only you get the privilege of seeing his softer side during your amusement park date.
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⤷ he drives you there and takes you back home.
now, if you were any old friend of his, he wouldn’t have even bothered to take you anywhere, let alone drive you. but there’s something about you that makes him want to wrap you in a thousand blankets, tuck you into a blanket burrito, and protect you forever. he’ll make sure that you’re all buckled up and comfy before turning on the ignition and driving away. he’s very concentrated on driving, so you silently admire his side profile while humming to the song playing on the radio, slightly blushing at the way he puts his hand on your thigh. oh, and you and bakugo have a shared playlist you always listen to together <;3
⤷ he pays for everything.
even if you insist that you pay for some of the things, he’ll just tell you to shut up and let him handle it. he buys you the ticket, cute keychains and snacks, and even matching headbands. but if you’re as stubborn as he is, you’ll soon notice that your wallet has mysteriously disappeared! you frantically look around while he’s just smirking, before you realize it wasn’t actually missing, and he promises it’s safely tucked away somewhere. you demand it back, but your ‘scary’ face looks more like a pout than a scowl, one that makes the tip of his ears turn pink.
⤷ he brings homemade food.
he says the food is ‘too expensive and tastes shitty’ even though he’s loaded, so he always makes two lunchboxes filled with homemade goodies. it’s an honour to be able to taste something made by katsuki himself, but he also tones down the spiciness for your ‘weak-ass taste buds’. but in reality, he normally dumps the entire jar of spice on his food :((( but if you coo and ask him if he made yours special, he’ll deny it and curse at you, even if he spent two hours making the onigiri look like a cute bear.
he’ll also let you indulge in a couple of snacks, just as long as you give him a taste.
⤷ he holds your hand in lines and on rides.
unlike the usual over-the-top pda displaying couple, he’ll keep it to a minimum and just hold your hand. pray for anyone who bumps or tries to bud either of you, because his loud ass voice explosions will get you kicked out of the park. during rides, he pretends like he doesn’t give a fuck, but he’ll try and subtly lead you to the rides he wants to go on. oh, and if you’re terrified of rollercoasters, he’d either go on the more mild ones, like the spinning teacups or the carousel, or he’d be a bitch and take you to one of the highest rollercoasters. don’t worry, he’s there so you can cling onto him.
⤷ he wins you all of the prizes.
near the end of the day, you’re finishing the last of your cotton candy when you suddenly let go of his hand a run over to a stall. you fork over some cash and start playing the game, with him looking at you confusedly. however, after multiple failed events, you sigh dejectedly and decide to give up. “katsu, let’s just-“ you’re interrupted by your boyfriend, who unlike you, is surprisingly good at the games. you watch in amazement as he manages to pop all the balloons with a dart, shoot through all the mini basketball hoops, and toss every ring onto a pin. he even helps you win some of the games! you go home with two large bags of stuffies, much to your delight.
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as the day ends, you intertwine your hands with his as you rest your head on his shoulder. “thanks for the day ‘suki, you’re as sweet as cotton candy.” you whisper sleepily. “tch, you dumbass, it wasn’t that special.” he grumbles, but there’s a very obvious blush on his face. there’s also a… smile?
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Hello and welcome to our second annual Flufftober 🥳
We’re so excited to be back and to once again have you here!
Let’s fill the month of October with as much fluff as possible 🥰
You’ll find the entire prompt list - as well as a list of prompt substitutes! - at the end of this post so you can easily copy/paste it all. But first:
Rules & FAQ
No inc*st or p*dophilia - we can’t keep you from writing it or creating art for it but it won’t be reblogged.
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Tag correctly! Trigger warnings (including cheating!), ships, ratings, (pure) smut, etc - it’s all fine as long as you tag it.
There’s absolutely no word count restriction, write as little or as much as you like.
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While we can’t force you to write fluff or create fluffy art, please try to keep in mind that this is a fluff event 😉
You can start writing and/or arting as soon as you see this - but please refrain from posting before the respective day.
You can participate on as many days as you like, even if it’s just one; you can also create multiple entries for the same day.
NEW this year are our prompt substitutes! These are the five most loved prompts from the previous year, and you can use as many of them as you like instead of five prompts from the original list - or even in addition, that's completely up to you.
It’s okay to write one story/a series for all the prompts as long as it’s separated into chapters and the respective chapter/work is posted on the given day.
You do not have to stick to one ship or even one fandom - switch as often as you like to or even write for multiple ships for one day.
The ship does not have to be a romantic one! Friendship and family feels are more than welcome (but this is not a way to get around rule #1!)
This event can be combined with other events as long as the other event allows it.
Late entries are always welcome, even if it is months later.
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Prompts
1. Wearing Each Other’s Clothes
2. “You’ve told your parents?”
3. Thick as Thieves
4. Supporting Silly Quirks/Hobbies
5. “Oh no, you’re a Morning Person!”
6. Candles, Lanterns, Fairy Lights
7. Movie Marathon
8. Shooting Stars
9. Game Day (Sports)
10. Love Language
11. Poetry, Art, Music, Craft
12. “You kept this?”
13. Secret Family Recipe
14. Truth or Dare/20 Questions
15. Accidents don't just happen accidentally
16. “I hate you” – “I love you too”
17. Animal Shelter
18. Soulmate AU
19. Hot Chocolate
20. Bedtime Stories
21. Kiss for Good Luck
22. “Have you heard?”
23. POV Outsider
24. All the Hugs
25. First Dance
26. Blankets
27. Reunion
28. Picnic
29. Leaves
30. Dear Diary
31. A Sweet Treat
Prompt Substitutes
Last year, many of you asked for it, this year we're delivering 😊 introducing: Prompts Substitutes!
As explained in the rules, these can be used if there are prompts in the original list that you don't like for whatever reason. No need to explain or apologize for it, simply switch them with one of the five most loved prompts from last year. Or... you know... just add these five to your list of 31 prompts that want to be written 😉
Warnings: turtle smootches (my favorite), established relationship, nervous and flustered Leo, idiots in love, spelling mistakes,
Summary: Leo's too shy to initiate your first kiss; you're not.
Leo was a gentleman.
Sometimes a little too much so.
He was ever so sweet and thoughtful. Always pulling out your chair, offering you a hand when climbing down the manhole ladder.
It's what drew you to him. He had a heart of gold hidden behind his strong chest and he'd given you the honor of calling it yours.
Two and a half months into your relationship and you hadn't stopped smiling. You were sure he hasn't either.
That wasn't to say it was without fault. It took a bit of work in the beginning, he sat you down and sheepishly explained how nervous he was and that he wanted to take things slow. You agreed and allowed him the time to open up about his boundaries.
After that, things only got better and better. He texted you whenever he could, sometimes thoughtful messages, others funny pictures and memes and sometimes simply 'I miss you'
You couldn't complain. You shouldn't complain. And yet....he's yet to kiss you. You can tell he wants to.
Getting ready to leave your apartment after dinner and a movie, perched on the windowsill, eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips.
Then he bids you goodnight and ducks out of the window.
You’d be lying if you said it didn’t bother you. It was clear he wanted to kiss you: so why hadn’t he?
Deciding it was time for a change, you invite him over for another dinner and movie. He accepts without question.
You feel nervous throughout the whole evening, it wasn’t a big deal, was it?
“Are you alright, love?” Leo asks, gently putting his hand over yours. His palm alone engulfs your whole hand, he’s warm and comforting and pulls you out of your thoughts.
You shake your head, forcing a smile. “Yeah, yeah, I’m okay, just got some stuff on my mind,” You take a sip of your drink, hoping your face wasn’t as red as you felt.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He squeezes your hand, smiling warmly: why was he so handsome?
“We probably should,” You scoff, exhaling sharply. He raises an eyebrow, rolling his shoulders back. “It’s nothing bad,” You’re quick to amend, not wanting him to assume the worst.
“What is it? You can tell me,”
“I know I can, I just, well, I’m not sure how to go about it,” You start to ramble, feeling a blush creeping across your cheeks. “There’s something I want us to do and I know some part of you does, but if I’m going too fast or you feel uncomfortable you can just tell me and I’ll back off, but-”
“Love,” He quietly laughs, “Deep breaths, okay? You don’t need to be nervous,”
You take a deep breath, rolling your shoulders back and meeting his bright eyes.
“I....I want to....to kiss you,” You were sure his heart stopped. He inhaled sharply, shoulders going back, eyes wide. He looked like he stopped breathing. “Leo?”
“I....um....uh,” He looked away, hand rubbing the back of his neck. You were sure if he could he’d be bright red.
“If that’s too much right now we don’t have too,” You squeeze his hand. “I don’t want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do,”
He sighs, whispering as if he were saying something he shouldn’t. “I want to, I-I just,” He runs his free hand down his face, clearing his throat.
“It’s okay if you’re not ready,” Reaching across the table you tilt his chin toward you. “I just wanted to let you know that whenever you’re ready to take that step, I’m here,”
He smiles, a small sigh of relief escaping him. He takes your hand from under his chin and presses three firm kisses to your knuckles.
“And I’m so grateful for how patient your being, and how you’re willing to take this slow.” He opens and closes his mouth a few times, unsure of how to word his statement. “I want to....to kiss you, but, I’m nervous,”
“Nervous about what, honey?” He lowers his hand, still holding yours, to the table, not meeting your eyes.
“You’d be my first kiss and I’m afraid I’m not going to do it right,” He mumbles, running his thumb across the back of your hand.
You smile, taking both of your hands and cupping his. “That’s alright, Leo, we’ll learn together, okay?”
He nods, exhaling a deep breath. Not wanting to stress him out more, you offer to snuggle on the couch with a movie. He agrees, helping you pack away the leftover food and rinse the dishes. Now you’re wrapped up in his arms watching a cheesy Christmas movie.
“Is there a reason why we’re watching a Christmas movie in the middle of October?” He mumbles into your hair.
You shake you head. “Makes me happy, I love Christmas,” Your back is pressed up against his chest, you feel him chuckle softly, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist.
The movie goes by quick and now you’re back to the same spot. He’s putting on his gear and shoes, telling you the schedule for the next week and when you both can hangout.
He opens your window and turns around, looming over you.
“I’ll text you later?” He gives his classic boyish smile, eyes soft and he reaches for your hands.
“Yes, you should,” You giggle, squeezing his hands, looking up into his blue eyes.
The moment happens again, eyes flickering back and forth between your lips. He leans forward; this is it, he’s gonna do it. He leans at the last second, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek.
Damn it.
He sheepishly pulls back, clearly a little embarrassed.
“Leo?” He hums, not wanting to speak. “Do you want me to initiate the kiss?” He swallows hard, adams apple bobbing, he nods eagerly.
Smiling you push on the hard plates of his chest, his eyes go wide but he lets you move him until his shell bumps the wall. You take his face in your hands, gently adjusting his mask.
“Ready?” He nods again, licking his lips.
Your thumbs running along his cheekbones, you lean up on your tiptoes, tilting your face to meet his. His lips are considerably larger than yours, but are warm and soft. He’s gentle, afraid he might mess up, but you feel his shoulders loosen.
You pull away, trying not to giggle as he leans forward, recapturing your lips. His hands, shakily, go to your waist, pulling you closer. Gaining a small spark of confidence, he splays his palms across your back, holding you close.
Needing air, you pull away, panting heavily you meet his eyes. He’s smiling and panting as much, if not more, than you are.
“How was that for a first kiss?” You giggle, kissing his chin.
“Not sure, perhaps you should give me another,” He leans in, pressing his lips to yours again.
hey!! Can i request a spy x family x child reader?
Let's assume that Twilight needed 2 children for this mission and basically the reader gets adopted at the same time as Anya and the reader is actually a 6 year old. The reader is very smart and has a personality similar to Twilight
(you can ignore if it's too much)
This will be interesting. Sorry if I made Reader too serious
Forger family x child! Reader
Let's say you and Anya were in seperate adoption centers, and you were the last one to be adopted hence your almost always stoic expression and pretty serious manner for a 6 year old . But Loid thought you were perfect, a quiet calm child who won't cause any trouble and plus your intelligence.
And when you and anya met a few hours later she was lowkey scared of you and thought you'd be like atleast 10-12 with just a short and quite small body but when she read your mind it was mostly innocent stuff like "I really want candy right now." Or "I hope I will have a good home."
Yor absolutely adored you and Loid, when she saw you and Loid together studying she was melting at how you two were so similar in personality and appearance! (meaning your facial expression)
You two are basically. "🗿"
You are also protective of Anya and telling off Damian and his friends when they pick on her but noticed how he would blush at Anya doing basically anything. And you thought this would actually be a great chance to make them closer somehow.
And you and Anya's scores difference are probably very drastic and Loid would do the good ol' comparing like "look at Y/N's score and yours, why can't you be like them?" Ofc Anya would later get sad and gloomy and Loid would later apologize and comfort Anya. You didn't like it either.
Yor would sometimes worry at how serious you are sometimes and would think something bad has happened. But there would also be times where you assure her and smile which would relieve Yor greatly. She really wants to make a good impression for both her children so whenever you smile when she does something for you or give you something she's practically liquid.
When Yuri first saw you and your calm manner he thought you were the biological child of Loid. (If your appearances are different from Loid's then he'll just think you took more of your previous mother's genes.) And was pretty embarrassed when you weren't since he probably made a fuss about it.
Anya may or may not tell you about her telepathic abilities, very unlikely since she's scared you'll be scared of her and snitch but there's always a possibility.
You'll be stuck like glue 90% of the time and if she decides to tell you about her secret? You're stuck together 100% of the time, she'll treat you like an older sibling (because you are) and talk to you about all her problems and troubles and you guys probably fall asleep together watching TV with the dog. (Yor and Loid have both become slime.)
Oh talking about the dog you and Anya will both play with bond 24/7, and bond will protect you both from any future danger. (Good boy bond!)
You sometimes scold Anya at her risky and unwise decisions she makes when in public and then she'll be at the brink of tears because you're supposed to support her and care for her, not scold her! And then you'll also have to apologize.
Loid will treat you no lesser or better than Anya but he does leave you in charge of both Anya and Yor while he's gone because he knows Yor will to do whatever Anya says. At this point you and Loid are the head of the family.
If you suddenly cry or break down the whole family will absolutely panic. Yor would try to calm you down but she's also almost close to crying so it isn't helping at all. Anya would cry with you. Loid would try to bribe you with candy or your favorite food to stop crying because he doesn't know what the hell to do. If someone made you cry the whole family will be mad. But if it's just some accident like bruising your leg or body on some furniture you can bet your hair (or head if you're bald) Yor and Loid will baby proof that furniture.
Overall your life with the forgers are colorful and full of surprises. Very risky though.