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Belated Flufftober 2022 Day 10: Love Language

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.

Fandom: Stardew Valley

Pairing: Sebastian x Reader

Word Count: 1895

Reader Pronouns: She/Her

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. 

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x F!Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

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.

⤷ feat. bakugo katsuki

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.

+ bonus!

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?

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.

No hate or ship bashing - we’re all different and we all love different things. As long as it doesn’t go against rule #1, it’s allowed.

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.

In regards to art, anything goes: drawings, paintings, collages, mood boards, gifsets, videos, playlists… the sky’s the limit (though not really…)

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.

All fandoms and ships are welcome - fanon and canon - as long as they’re of age (in case you want to add smut) and not related.

Leonardo x Gn!reader

Word count: 1.1k

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.

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)