#「 ✦ mina’s flufftober ✦ 」
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Haunted Mischief
Elrond x reader
Warnings: 1.8k
Words: none, all fluff and humour
Synopsis: Elrond takes a moment to share how much of a festive prankster he was in his childhood days.
“Most of my childhood days around this time surrounded helping my mother in the kitchen. I had a particular knack for wanting to eat any remnants of cake batter left in the bowl,” you chuckled as the memory resurfaced. You ran off with the bowl to hide under the dining table where the tablecloth was long enough to shield you from the rest of your siblings who came searching for you. “I had to fight off my brothers and sisters so I could have the entire bowl all to myself. They would normally get back at me though.”
A soft, yet hearty laughter echoed beside you from Elrond as you both took a stroll in the woods nearby, a well-deserved break from all his duties. “Sounds like you had quite a hectic childhood.”
“Indeed I did. Though, I was always the butt of all their pranks, especially during the harvest season. They would scare me with silly ghost stories, or dress as ghosts and made me run off to papa crying,” you grinned. There was a faint hint of annoyance laced in your voice as you recalled all the horrors your siblings gave to you, all because you were the youngest. “It caused me to both love and hate the harvest season.”
“Well, you have a justifiable reason, and I fully support it. I for one had my moments…” Elrond teased before silence fell over you both, leaving nothing but the sounds of the leaves crunching under your feet. You could tell he wanted to say more, yet he wasn’t sure if to continue and open up that memory box. By now you had grown accustomed to the silence that fell after statements, especially ones that involved childhood days. While he had promising moments with his captors, there were others better to be left unsaid.
Saying nothing, you two continued your walk, listening to the rustling of the leaves and observing the kaleidoscope of rustic colours swirling through the air. There were unkept piles of leaves at the base of a few oak trees, while the rest was scattered across the forest floor. The scent of rain was still fresh in your nose from the rainfall an hour ago, now mixing with fermented fruits and rotting leaves. While the scent should repulse you, instead, you welcomed it with heartiness and nostalgia.
“I know that my childhood wasn’t the best, however, I surely had wonderful moments with my brother, like you with your siblings.” He was the first to break the silence. You came to a halt and turned to face him, hands in your pockets and widened eyes, encouraging him to continue. “It is not often one speaks of such times.”
“It’s alright Elrond, you don’t have to if it makes you feel uncomfortable,” you murmured and reached your hand out to touch his arm gingerly.
He gave a slight shake of his head, a small smile—rare—slowly appeared on his lips while his eyes reflected the past. “Not at all, meleth. I have no intentions of reflecting on those, but rather the fond ones. Like yours…”
“Oh!” you quirked up in surprise. “You have enjoyable moments you wish to share with me from your childhood?”
“Many, in fact, but nothing scandalous—just…the mischief of two boys with far too much time on their hands,” he laughed softly, sounding like gentle silver bells chiming in the wind.
You shifted in your spot, back naturally straightening and eager to hear what he had to say. “You and Elros causing ruckus? That is what you are trying to tell me?”
“Indeed,” he smiled and motioned for you two to continue your walk. You both fell into a routine, your footsteps matching each other. “Elros and I, back when we were fostered by Maedhros and Maglor had our…mischief. In some ways, Maedhros and Maglor were like…fathers to us. But in other ways, they were far too serious for their own good. Especially Maedhros, he rarely smiled, you know. Always carrying that weight of his brothers’ deeds, the oath…everything. But Maglor—he was softer. He tried to make things easier for us, and in return, we chose to repay them in kind. Through pranks, of course.”
“Pranks?” you muttered warily, as if needing clarification for what you were hearing. “You two pranked Maedhros and Maglor?”
“More Maedhros than Maglor, he was always the…stiffer of the two,” he chuckled for his expression became conspiratorial as he leaned in closer, sharing his secret with the world. “It was all Elros’s idea from the start though, I was merely forced to tag along. He found an old cloak—dark, frayed at the edges—and convinced me to wear it while he arranged everything else. We waited until evening when the shadows were long and the light was dim, making the castle look even more eerie than usual.”
As he spoke, you felt the world around you shifting to ancient times as though you were transported to witness the event.
“Maglor was in his study, composing something on the harp,” Elrond continued. “And Maedhros…well, he was doing what he often did, pacing and talking to himself in the hall. Elros and I had set up a few…‘traps,’ you could say. Nothing dangerous, of course, just things that would make noise or cause a bit of a fright.”
“Like?” you asked, thoroughly amused by the thought of such a prank in the usually solemn household.
“Simple things,” he explained with a chuckle. “Elros hung a few items—bells, dried leaves—in places where they wouldn’t be expected. And I...well, I was the ‘ghost.’”
You nearly doubled over at the thought. “You, a ghost?”
“Yes,” Elrond said with mock solemnity, “and a very convincing one, or so we thought at the time.”
“And what happened?” you prompted, your smile widening.
Feeling himself building up laughter at the back of his throat, he tried to suppress it for the sake of telling the story. “It went about as well as you’d expect. Maglor barely reacted. He heard the bells and the rustling, but he just sighed and continued with his music, likely assuming it was the wind. Maedhros, however...stopped in the middle of the hall, his brow furrowed, listening intently. I think for a brief moment, he thought something serious was amiss. But then Elros—bless him—couldn’t keep from giggling. Maedhros turned sharply, and there I was, standing in the shadow of a column, draped in that ridiculous old cloak with my arms waving about, attempting to look scary and making terrible eerie noises.”
At that point, you couldn’t help but double over, slapping your thighs at the image of a tall, regal Maedhros staring down at a much tinier Elrond, dressed as a poor excuse of a ghost. His wide, childlike eyes looked up at Maedhros through the slits of the cloak while he continued to wave his short arms about.
“Maedhros just looked at me, deadpan, and said, ‘Elrond. Take off the cloak.’” Elrond chuckled, shaking his head. “I think he was more disappointed in how bad the prank was than anything.”
“And Elros?”
“He,” Elrond said with a fond smile, “tried to run. But of course, Maedhros caught him before he’d even made it to the end of the hall. He gave us both a rather stern lecture about not wasting time on ‘childish games.’ But Maglor…” He trailed off, his eyes softening. “Maglor was different. He found it all rather amusing. Later that evening, when Maedhros had gone to bed, he gave us both a pat on the head and said, ‘Perhaps you need to work on your pranks or try something different.’”
“So did you two ever try again,” you wheezed, wiping a tear from your eye.
He paused for a moment, tilting his head to the side as he contemplated adding the other failed attempts they had. Exhaling with an airy laughter, he nodded. “Umm, yes we did, but this time, we had Maglor assisting and providing the ideas. He was rather…enthusiastic about watching his brother grumble and mutter about how everyone was turning on him, even his own brother.”
“And what did you two do this time?” you mused as you kicked up a pile of leaves at your feet.
“Well, after that failed attempt, we had placed a bunch of dried leaves under the sheet of Maedhros’s bed, so when he laid down…well, you can image the effects of lying on dried leaves hidden in your sheets. Got a scolding, not before Maglor came to our rescue and took the blame, stating that it was his idea,” he laughed. “Maedhros was fond of his brother teaming up with us.”
“But we later redid our ghost prank, and better—or so we still thought,” he grimaced. “We gathered old sheets and tied them to sticks, hanging them in the hallways to sway in the wind, and even attempted to make them float by pulling them with thin strings. But we hadn’t accounted for Maedhros’ sharp eyes—he spotted every string we tried to use. Making eerie noises turned out to sound more like a dying person wheezing. It startles us more than our target.”
“Naughty children you two were. Giving your guardians a spooky time,” you laughed and shook your head in disbelief. It was still humorous that the Elrond standing beside you was capable of being a prankster and naughty.
“Once again, he had found the entire ordeal absurd but come to think of it, he appreciated our efforts to lighten the mood even if he would never admit it,” he whispered reflectively with distant look on his face.
You reached over to hold his hand, entwining your fingers with his cold ones—a trait due to the lingering mortal blood in his veins—and squeezing them. “It’s good to know that they allowed you both to be children at heart despite the harshness of the world.”
“I was indeed pleased to have experienced some good during those years. Made me look at them a bit differently.” Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to your temple, his breath warm against your skin. “Thank you for listening. It felt nice to share fond memories with someone dear to me.”
“It was lovely, indeed,” you grinned, your smile reaching your eyes to leave a twinkle. Continuing your walk while the leaves drifted down around you in a gentle cascade, the world seemed to slow. The world seemed to slow, the only sounds the rustling of the trees and the soft murmur of the river below.
After a time, you perked up causing Elrond’s attention to drift from the water to you. “Why don’t team up to prank a few of your Lords? I know Erestor and Glorfindel would be spooked the most, and I could do with a genius like you assisting me.”
“Now why would you believe I would do such a thing at a time like now?” you teased. “Pranking is no longer my motive.”
“I’ll bake you all the pumpkin and apple pies you want. I promise,” you begged, lifting your other hand with your pinkie finger. “Pinkie promise, Elrond. It’ll be harmless and not a soul would know it was you.”
He pondered. You could see his eyes drifting past you as he contemplated and weighed his options of enjoying your desserts in exchange for harmless, childish, pranks. Then, with a heavy sigh, he shook his head with a faint smile playing on his lips. “Very well, a few harmless pranks on Glorfindel. It is the season after all, and I have a fond idea in mind…”
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6 ☾ Movie / Mina Ashido !!
DAY 6 OF FLUFFTOBER!
Summary!
- Mina has been begging to see the latest slasher that came out... too bad she gets too scared halfway through
a/n a teeny bit of angst and a slightly ooc Mina :p
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"Pleaseee, Y/n?" Mina pleaded with her hands clasped together. She was pouting with the biggest puppy-dog eyes she could muster as she stared up at you.
"Baby, you genuinely screamed and cried the last time we saw one. We had to see the Paw Patrol movie next door so you wouldn't have nightmares," You replied gently with your hands over Mina's.
Mina huffed, "But that was last week! I'm so much tougher now!"
You sighed and nodded. "Grab my purse," You said. You already knew how this night would end; Mina would get terrified at the slightest jumpscare, she'd beg to see a kids movie, then she'd beg to spend the night at your place for "safety in numbers".
Mina cheered and as soon as she handed you your purse, you were out the door and on your way to the Cinema. "Two tickets to 'Blood n' Gutz' please," You said with the money ready in your hand. The worker nodded and took the money before printing out two tickets for the two of you. You nodded and smiled at the worker before taking Mina away to the snack area. "Pick out whatever you want."
Mina smiled broadly, "Really?!" You just nodded.
"Get me [Favorite Candy] and [Favorite Drink], please," You asked. Mina nodded and rushed off. 'Maybe the food will distract her from being scared?' but when you looked at your girlfriend, who jumped after seeing a cardboard cutout behind her. 'Probably not.'
The truth was, after the attack on the USJ, Mina's been more jumpy than usual. Being her friend since kindergarten, you always knew her as a brave girl who stood up for herself even when she was scared. She still was, but certain things made her afraid. The cut-out, for instance, looked remarkably similar to the leader of the League of Villains. She treated every new movie like exposure therapy and the fact you were by her side the entire time made it all the more bearable.
You paid for your food and drinks and headed into the theater playing the movie. "I'm so excited! Thank you for bringing me, Y/n!" Mina chirped as she ate a handful of popcorn while the commercials played on the big screen.
"Of course," You simply replied. Nothing else needed to be said. Thirty minutes into the movie, a shadowy figure with blue hair killed the main character's best friend. From beside you, you could feel Mina's heart snap. The grip she had on your hand tightened and she looked around worriedly. You noticed immediately and silently led her out of the theater and sat her on the bench right outside the door.
"I thought I could do it this time," she whispered. Her words were almost unheard, but you listened intently and nodded.
"It's okay, baby. Rome wasn't built in a day. You lasted longer than last time," You rubbed her back comfortingly. "I'm so proud of you. The fact you keep trying is amazing."
Mina sniffled, "You mean it?"
"One thousand percent," You smiled. Mina returned yours with a smile of her own. "Wanna go to my place and watch Hello Kitty and Friends?"
"Would I ever?" Mina replied.
So you two returned to your room with the understanding that one day she could sit through a horror movie, maybe not today, but one day. And you'd be there the entire time.
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Puzzle/Board games — Flufftober Day 14
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In which girls from class 1a plays Uno!
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I love playing Uno with my classmates istg, this is how it looks like. i need to go over the script for tomorrow (crying). wish me luck tho!!
𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Might be ooc.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 278
"Uno", Mina says energetically as she throw a card to the stack.
"Me too, uno", Hagakure says proudly.
"Plus four for Mina", Jirou puts a black card with a poker face. "Uhm... Yellow maybe."
"What!??? No!!! Someone, help please!", Mina was devastated. She wanted to win this round! No way she will let Hagakure win this one again!
"I don't any pluses. Sorry, Mina", Tsuyu admitted.
"Me neither", Ochaco sighed.
"Actually, I do", Momo smiled. "Plus two for Hagakure", She pulled a yellow card on the stack.
"Yao-Momo, you are a life saver, thank you so much!", Mina yelled and hugged her.
"No!!!", Toru cried. "No way!"
"See? You're no longer The Queen of Uno! I am now!", Mina laughed.
"Still... First card exists", Hagakure said as she took from the stack the card. "Still uno", Toru laughed maliciously as she pulls the plus four card. "For you, Mina".
Mina felt like she was hit with a truck. Everyone was quiet now. That was unexpected.
"What the hell it was...?", she asked unsurely. Her passion flooded out of her, she was shocked, if she wouldn't hold Yaoyorozu, she would fell right now.
"First card maybe?", Ochaco says optimistically, though she was also surprised by this sudden change.
Mina took a deep breath and took one card from the stack.
"IT'S PLUS TWO!", she yelled. "SEE, I WON!", she put the card on the table.
"Stop uno."
Again, everyone was silent.
"Haha!", Toru laughed victoriously. "You were all thinking that you will win with The Queen of Uno!? You're all stupid! Haha!"
"I lost...", Mina cried while she was taking seventeen cards... She will never forgive her. Never.
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Second prompt of @thepenultimateword 's challenge!
#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#mha#bnha#mina ashido#mina#toru hagakure#mha hagakure#flufftober#flufftober2024
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flufftober, day 3: favorite scent, k. bakugo > the smell of him can calm you down in an instant.
warnings: healthcare worker reader, work day stress
authors note: i need a man who smells like him or smt... also dont like this much jajaj-- july me was crazy
work felt like it dragged on for years today. usually you're ready for the strenuous work but it was just patient after patient after patient— you were exhausted.
the day was rough too, when you went to work you stopped by a coffee shop just to find out they were closed. small things, doesn't matter, right?
you went to the break room and served yourself coffee from the break room when some guy bumped into you and made you spill your coffee.
dickhead didn't apologize.
you took a deep breath and decided to attempt to refrain your mindset, maybe he was stressed, overworked, overnight shift... so, we will move on.
as usual, patients can be... frustrating, refusing to eat, refusing to take their medication, it all happens but when they throw shit? christ you just wish you could make them pick up everything themselves. a client, in a fit of anger and refusal to eat any food, threw their food towards the floor.
so you painstakingly had to clean up the spilled food, trying to keep a neutral face as to not give the patient the satisfaction of having pissed you the fuck off. then, of course, a medical emergency where you were called in due to an influx of clients causing you to miss your lunch break.
starving but still having to work, you ate while you filled your paperwork and as if to taunt you the computer decided to have technical difficulties causing you to take twice as long as you usually would've to complete the paperwork.
todays mission was to make it through without crying at work... and it was proving so hard right now when it all seemed to be going against you.
you let out a sigh as you finally walked through the door of your apartment. The stress of the day weighed heavily on your shoulders, making your entire body ache. You kicked off your shoes and tossed your bag aside, feeling too tired to care about where it landed.
the smell of the food that your boyfriend was making reaching your nose, causing you to seek him out in the kitchen.
"youre home late, you didn't text." bakugo spoke, his voice carrying the usual grumpy tone. Katsuki Bakugo, your boyfriend, looked up from the pan, his expression softening when he saw the exhaustion on your face.
"Yeah, it was a long day," you muttered, trying to muster a smile but failing miserably.
Bakugo sighed and opened his arm, pulling you into a side hug, his presence immediately starting to ease the tension in your body. He pulled you into a gentle hug, and you buried your face in his chest, inhaling deeply.
The smell of him—a mix of smoky, caramel and something uniquely Katsuki—washed over you. It was a scent that had always brought you comfort, grounding you even in the most stressful moments. Instantly, the chaos of the day began to fade away, replaced by the soothing familiarity of his embrace.
"You look like you've been through hell," he said softly, his voice rumbling in his chest.
"You have no idea," you replied, your words muffled against his shirt. "But this helps."
you hummed softly, pressing her head against his chest and looking at the pan of food. "what're you making?"
"Your favorite," he replied with a smirk. "Figured you could use something nice after a shitty day."
"Thank you, Katsuki," you murmured, feeling a bit lighter already. "I love you.."
"love ya' too, now go shower. wash the bad energy away or whatever the fuck mina says."
You chuckled and reluctantly pulled away from him to wash up, leaving his side with a kiss on his cheek.
After taking a cold shower to wash away the stress of the work day, you felt slightly more human. You returned to the kitchen, where Bakugo was plating up the food. The sight and smell of the meal made your stomach rumble, and Bakugo chuckled.
"Hungry, huh? Sit down. I'll get you some tea, too."
You sank into a chair at the table, watching him move around the kitchen with ease. It always amazed you how someone so fiery and intense could be so gentle and caring when it came to you. He placed a steaming plate of food in front of you, followed by a cup of your favorite tea.
You took a bite, savoring the flavors and the warmth spreading through your body. "This is amazing," you said between mouthfuls. "You always know how to make things better."
"Damn right I do, i'm amazing," he said with a smirk, sitting down across from you with his own plate. "Now, tell me about your day."
As you recounted the various frustrations and challenges you faced, Bakugo listened intently, occasionally grumbling in sympathy or making snide comments about the people who had annoyed you. His reactions made you laugh, easing the heaviness in your chest. Momentarily, you were also thankful he didn't know the dickhead who knocked the coffee out of your hands.
When you finished eating, you took the empty plates to the kitchen to wash them. As you washed the dishes, Katsuki stood behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist before resting against your neck, taking a deep breath.
if any of his friends saw him right now, he would never hear the end of it.
"Do that later, let's watch something," he suggested, guiding you by the waist to the couch.
As the two of you settled onto the couch, he grabbed the remote and pulled you close. You snuggled into his side, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest and the familiar scent that always calmed you. As the TV flickered to life with a cheesy sitcom, you felt the last remnants of the day's stress melt away.
"You're my lucky charm, you know that?" you whispered, looking up at him with a grateful smile.
"Tch, you're just saying that because I feed you," he teased, but the softness in his eyes betrayed his tough exterior.
"Maybe," you said with a chuckle, snuggling closer. "But I mean it. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Bakugo tightened his arm around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "You'll never have to find out," he murmured. "I've got you."
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Flufftober Day 20: Sleepy situation w/ Sero Hanta
Word count: 743, Gender-neutral reader
The common room was lively with students as 1-A settled in for their annual movie night. Mina and Denki had hosted it in hopes of getting quality time with your peers and honestly it was working!
Many were chatting amongst themselves as they settled into the couches and floors, pillows and blankets strewn about rapidly. “Alright party people! Let's settle down and start this thing!” Mina announces as everyone implies, returning into their respective spots. You sat on the arm of one of the couches, blanket strewn across your body as you leaned atop a pillow.
“Hey, is this seat taken?” You gaze over to see Sero grinning at you with his signature straight-laced smile. Your face begins to feel warmer as you snap out of it daftly. “No! No noones sitting here haha.” He thanks you before resuming his position near you, you were practically leg to leg.
Sero Hanta– your longtime crush who you can't help but stumble around. It sucked wanting to talk to him but getting overwhelmed by such strong urges to become closer to him, maybe this would be a good inning…
As the movie started, the lights were turned out, keeping you in the dark with the only light being the program in front of you. You decided to zone in and block out the boy beside you, wanting to enjoy the moment, however after a while it seemed that the two of you began to settle into one another.
It started with Sero spreading his legs a bit more and draping the blanket around his shoulders, creating a cocoon like stature. You thought it was cute how he could be so easily handsome, even in low-filter light. It seemed he had noticed your momentary staring because soon you’re eye to eye. “Everything okay?” He whispered as to not disturb the others around you.
You nod frantically, averting your eyes in time to not notice his knowing grin. Sero looks beside him to find Denki and Kirishima knocked out next to each other unceremoniously. Without a second wasted, Sero leans over, poking your shoulder before pointing at the unconscious boys.
You stifle a laugh, covering your mouth as you stare at the scene before you, nudging Sero as a way of telling him to knock it off however he didn't take you seriously, with the amount you were cracking up. It was like music to his sears even if it were in breathy heaves.
Afterwards you noticed that he had gotten significantly closer. Maybe it was an accident? I mean you two were close friendship wise and it's not like it made you inherently uncomfortable but dammit if you did not admit that you were feeling warmer by the moment.
As the movie dragged on, the feeling of sleep illuminated throughout your body causing your eyelids to become heavy, chest rising a bit slower now. You lean back, turning your head into a comfortable position before letting rest take over. The warmth of your blanket, the plushness of the couch and the white noise the movie had provided. It was all too much.
Little did you know in your sleeping escapade led to your head bobbing down onto the nearest surface– Sero. He worked up, looking down to see your head resting along his bicep. He could feel his face flush, knowing all he could do (rather all he wanted to do) was to stare at your face in its peaceful entirety. With another look around the room, he pulled your blanket farther up you in order to keep you happily secured, nuzzling further into his own in despair of knowing it would be wrong to wake you up.
Your warmth slowly casted on him, feeling him with a sense of ease. Maybe sleep was a good idea, just a nap perhaps.
Oh boy was he wrong. One blink and he was out like a light. The movie ended shortly thereafter with everyone proceeding to leave the area until Denki and Kirishima woke up, looking beside them to see your bodies intertwined slightly with Sero. They knew about your little crushes on each other and decided to let you two wake up on your own accord. Maybe just maybe you’d finally tell each other how you feel without all of the pussyfooting. But not without snapping a picture and sending it to the group chat, hiding thereafter for when either of you seek them out for revenge.
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༉‧₊˚. flufftober 2023!!
WEEK 3: Protective!Kirishima x Reckless!Reader
CONTENT: sick!reader, Kirishima calls reader “pretty”
WORD COUNT: 1.2k
CHARACTERS:Kirishima Eijiro x fem!reader
NOTES:DFSAFLKD WEEK 3 :000 i feel like flufftober has really motivated me to write so i kind of want to do something like flufftober every month but maybe only like 2 works per month! idk just a thought :)
You had always been reckless.
Your family was perhaps one of the most careful and reserved families in your community growing up, but you were the shining star amidst the dark, black, sky. You were outspoken, reckless, and incredibly fragile. Your family chided you everyday for getting a scrape on your knee, getting into a fight at recess, or playing in the rain too much; but still, they were always there to patch you up.
When you finally got into your dream school U.A. and moved in, you didn’t have anyone to tend to your wounds anymore. When you took it a little too far during training, no one was in your dorm to help heal you.
Until Eijirou.
He had noticed that you were always getting hurt or sick from being too careless, so he decided to check up on you one day after training. And there you were, trying to get an ice pack stay on your ankle. He chuckled a bit before helping you to properly wrap your foot. He stayed with you, holding the ice pack to your swollen ankle and making light conversation. You had a great time with him despite the immense pain shooting up your leg; laughing at his jokes or his charming stupidity.
From that night on, Eijirou came to check on your every night, tending to your wounds, taking care of you if you were sick, or just keeping you company. You became close friends, hanging out during most of your free time.
There was one particular week when you had a really bad cold and Ei had to stay the night in your room to make sure you were okay. It was during this week that your relationship blossomed into something even more; you both realized your feelings for each other and by the end of the week, the red headed boy confessed to you.
“Mina-chan! Let’s go to the store!” you called to your friend from the kitchen. “We need some more snacks.”
“Can’t you get Sato to bake something for you? It’s pouring rain,” she whined from her spot on the couch.
“Come on! I’ll pay~” you urged, trying to drag her off of the sofa.
In an instant, she hopped up, grabbing her purse. “Well why didn’t you lead with that? Let me get my umbrella!”
You waited by the door, scrolling through your phone as you slipped your shoes on.
“Aren’t you going to bring an umbrella?” your friend asked you.
“No, I don’t need one,” you said dismissively, opening the front doors to the dorms. “Let’s go.”
After grabbing too many a couple snacks from the convenience store, you and Mina headed back, both holding two plastic bags of food each. “We definitely got too much,” Mina sighed, looking down at her bags.
“No such thing as too much snacks.” You shrugged as you walked back into the kitchen, setting your bags down.
You noticed an itchy feeling rising in your nose, but ignored it, putting the snacks into the pantry. “Everyone! Mina and I got…!” you trailed off, feeling a sneeze coming on. Achoo! you covered your mouth with your elbow, furrowing your eyebrows. “...snacks.”
As you went on with your day, you kept sneezing and sniffling, you nose was almost completely clogged up, and your head was throbbing.
You laid down in your bed, scrolling through your phone for a while before Eijirou came to check up on you.
“Hey, you okay? You’ve been sniffling and stuff a lot today,” he asked, knocking on your open door.
You held out a thumbs up for him, because you knew that if you spoke, he’d realize that you were completely congested.
“You sure? You went out in the rain earlier today.” He raised his eyebrows at you.
Again, you only held out a thumbs up.
He strode across your room to your bed, handing you a glass of water and some cold medicine. “Come on, I know you’re sick.”
You sighed before sitting up to take the medicine. You gulped down all the cool water, not realizing how thirsty you were.
He sat at the foot of your bed for a while, scrolling through his phone, showing you funny tiktoks he saw, and grabbing you whatever you needed.
Despite his efforts however, your cold only got worse. You couldn’t go to school, so he always made sure you had everything you needed and came back to check on you as soon as he could.
He made sure you took your medicine, refilled your water everytime it was empty, made you food (to the best of his abilities he tried), and kept you company. Over the week, it seemed like you had spent more time together than you had spent with your own parents. You had never noticed how handsome he was, with his shark-toothed smile, toned muscles, and big, red, puppy dog eyes.
You found yourself falling in love with your best friend, but you didn’t know how to tell him. Every time he tucked you into bed or gave you head scratches, blood would rush to your face, turning it a bright red. You started to want to see him even more, even if it meant staying sick. That’s part of the reason you were sick for a whole week: you didn’t want to stop spending so much time with Eijirou.
Of course it was selfish, you knew that much. You were trying to spend more time with your crush by making him take care of you. But you just couldn’t help it — he was too charming and caring.
By the end of the week when you were starting to get better, you finally confessed to Eijirou when he came back into your room from filling your glass of water. You had been thinking about it all week long, and you blurted it out before you could even think about what you wanted to say.
“I like you.”
His eyes widened, a surprised look on his face. “I-I like you too, Y/n,” he chuckled while rubbing the back of his neck. He set the water down on your bedside table, while he sat at the foot of your bed. “What made you say that all of a sudden?”
You laughed together about the awkward way you confessed, but ultimately ended up cuddled up next to each other, watching a movie.
“You’re gonna get sick, y’know?” you told him as he wrapped his arm around your side.
“It’s okay, pretty. I won’t,” he said, rubbing your back.
Soon, you were too tired to pay attention to what was happening in the movie anymore. You turned to snuggled your face into his shoulder.
“Screen’s that way, Y/n,” he teased.
You only hummed into his shoulder, cuddling into him even more.
“Okay, okay,” he whispered as he shut his laptop. “Rest up, darling.”
You were half asleep at this point, barely registering what he was saying to you. All you were thinking about were his arms wrapped around you and his fingers running through your hair.
NOTES:AHHH this was literally so late it's week 4 now *sobs* IM SO SORRYYYY jfdksla;jfsda
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Flufftober Day 26: Fireplace - Boromir/OC [1,656 words]
My Flufftober '23 masterpost can be found here, and my currently ongoing main fic about these two is here 💜✨
This was originally going to be an AU of Boromir and Sybil meeting in a different way, with him coming to the cabin injured before Bera dies and Sybil having to patch him up immediately upon meeting him…but we’re all enjoying the established relationship stuff so much that I wanted to write more of it. I maaay still write the other one at a later date? But this approach leaves much more room for fully fledged fluff (try saying those last three words three times fast).
This one skews more towards hurt/comfort than pure fluff, but they’re still cute.
Word reached them in Minas Tirith before the men did. What was supposed to be a reconnaissance mission on a pack of orcs rumoured to be skulking around the nearby wilderness had turned into an ambush – some men had been slain, more still were injured. After he’d announced it to those who had filtered out into the courtyard, the messenger pulled Sybil aside and she felt like the world was giving way beneath her feet before he placed a hand on her shoulder and told her that Boromir was fine. He had, it turned out, been given specific instructions to reassure her as to that fact.
Her husband knew her well. But she still paced the courtyard until he arrived – grim-faced atop his horse, his right arm holding the reins and the other held awkwardly towards his body. Injured, then. Boromir’s face softened when he saw her waiting there, although it didn’t cheer much. Sweeping forth, Sybil held out a hand to offer some stability as he climbed one-handed from the horse. Ordinarily she would have hugged him, but she held back, not wanting to aggravate any injuries she couldn’t see.
But it wasn’t going to allow that, reaching out with his good arm to pull her to him tightly, nose burying itself in her hair as she pressed her face to his chest. He smelled of sweat – and blood, along with dirt from the road – but she cared not.
“You’re hurt,” she said when she pulled back. “Come, I can tend to you.”
“I was going to go to the healers,” he hesitated a little. “I just wanted to see you first.”
“The healing houses? Why? Is it…is it so severe?”
“No,” he said quickly. “No, my love. I just have no wish to worry you.”
“If your injuries are so severe you have no wish for me to see them, I’m not sure I find that soothing.”
He smiled tiredly, as if conceded her point. “I suppose I’ve never known you to have a penchant for hysterics.”
“Unless your coat is the only thing keeping the arm on, I’m sure I’ll be able to hold my nerve.”
“Loss of limb is where you draw the line, then?”
“When it’s your limb, yes.”
“I shall keep that in mind for the future. I’m sure neither Aragorn nor Faramir will take your favouritism personally.”
Their teasing was a tired, half-hearted thing – with no real mirth in it, for that matter. Mostly, it was a way for them to both reassure the other that they were well…and avoid discussing anything serious until they were safely within their chambers. He did, however, catch her hand once again halfway up a staircase, urging her to turn, and then kissed her when she did. Ordinarily she would’ve just thought him playful – but ordinarily he’d have done so outside, pulling her up to him so he didn’t need to stoop. The fact that he had to wait until he could use the stairs to their advantage revealed how the injury, or injuries, pained him.
The hand that lifted to touch him faltered in mid-air, not wanting to hurt him further, but his own hand quickly found it and encouraged it closer as he kissed her. Her fingers smoothed up his neck, over the beard at the side of his jaw, threading their way through his hair, and Boromir practically purred under the attention, leaning in impossibly closer still. Even those small movement caused him to pause, a hiss of a breath sucked in sharply between his teeth, but before Sybil could pull away, he kept her where she was with his good arm, kissing her again.
This was not kissing for kissing’s sake – they’d certainly done enough of that for her to recognise it – but the seeking of solace. That she was here, and so was here. And he wasn’t the only one seeking that comfort, for she’d missed him. The tickle and the scratch of his beard against her skin, the surety with which his hands grasped her, the way he towered above her. Even here, with her two steps above him on the staircase, he was still just a touch taller than she.
But a tilt of his head had him drawing back and wincing once again, and Sybil refused to entertain even the most pleasant of delays any longer.
When they arrived to their chambers, she worked with the sort of efficiency that Bera had seen fit to install as muscle memory, back when she first came to her. A fine leather chest brimming with supplies sat where it always did – and she shot a dangerous look to Boromir when he stepped forth to help her lift it – and soon it was dragged beside a stool, and a table by the fire so she would have the best light possible.
They never got the best of the sun in here until the afternoon, and she was not content to wait that long.
Boromir already began to remove his clothing without needing to be asked. First his cloak, cast aside onto the couch, then his surcoat, and by the time he had stripped down to his tunic she was staring worriedly. For no small amount of blood had seeped through the bandages she saw poking out through his collar, as well as the white linen shirt he wore beneath that.
“Had I been wearing my armour, I would not have been scratched,” he noted sourly, taking in her expression as the tunic was discarded into he pile and the shirt swiftly followed thereafter.
It turned out that the only part of the bandage that had been visible up until then was the only part of it that remained white. The rest was dark brown, encrusted with long-dried blood. Sybil pressed her lips together worriedly, and quickly set a pot of water to boil over the fire.
“Sit,” she said softly.
He obeyed without question, only sighing and beginning to offer explanations without her needing to ask.
“It wasn’t supposed to be a battle,” he said.
“I know,” she said quietly, trickling water over the bandages so she wouldn’t rip open the wound when she tried to peel them away.
If it stung, he gave no indication. But his shoulders did tense when she was finally able to peel the soggy bandages away, undoing them from where they’d been haphazardly wound across his shoulder and under his arm. Already it was bleeding anew, bright red blood oozing out over the older dried patches.
The wound was deep. Horribly deep – in a wicked, jagged half-moon across his shoulder, suggesting the blow had been dealt by one who sought to carve meat.
Sybil cursed. “What fool did these bandages?”
“I did it myself.”
“Yourself? Boromir, it should have been stitched, you should know that! You do know that– it’s a miracle it’s not-”
“Our healer was the first to be slain,” he interrupted – with neither anger, nor bite. “In the ambush.”
Her hands stilled, then one settled on his arm, far below the wound. One of his hands found hers readily, reassuring her that there was no ill-will taken from her careless words.
The wound had been cleaned and stitched before either of them spoke again, as she was winding fresh bandages across his chest and up, over the shoulder.
“The orcs?”
In response to that, he grimaced a bitter, bloodthirsty smile. “Wiped out. That band of them, at least. Every last one.”
“Good.”
Lowering her head, she pressed a feather-light kiss over the bandage and then stepped away, ready to begin tidying up her mess. Boromir rose, rolling his shoulder apprehensively – testing the bounds of the bandages and the stitches both. Afterwards, he moved to sit on the couch not occupied by his clothing, clad only in bandages, boots and breeches, watching her progress as she tried to work the shaken nerves out of her system.
“Sit with me?” he broke the quiet they lapsed into once again.
Sybil hesitated and then did so, smiling despite herself as he guided her to practically drape herself across his lap.
“I hate not being out there with you,” she confessed quietly. “I go mad with worry.”
“As I would have, were you there,” he murmured.
The War of the Ring had been one thing. She’d had no choice but to go – but she was not made for warfare, even as far as the small skirmishes that it had devolved into in these times of newfound peace. She was a warrior of absolute necessity, little more. But none of that made it easier to watch him go, despite the fact that he never took on tasks that would see him gone for more than a few weeks at a time. She could never ask him to remain here and live a life of leisure…but she almost wished she had the heart to demand such a thing, on the days she had to watch him ride away. Only almost, though.
She kissed him again, letting it linger, and then sighed and dropped her head to his shoulder.
“I’ll have them run you a bath.”
Boromir barked a laugh – the first real one he’d offered since his return, grinning and shaking his head at her. “Were I less aware of my present state, I’d take offense to that.”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” she snickered. “Do you forget the days we spent on the road together?”
“How could I?”
“So you’ll know I’ve smelled you in far worse states.”
“You make a habit of sniffing me, do you?”
“Trust me, there were times when I could hardly avoid it,” she teased. “In all seriousness, I’m thinking only of your comfort. It’ll ease your muscles.”
“If it’s my comfort you’re thinking of, you’ll join me in the bath,” he suggested at a murmur. “Only to make sure I don’t get my shoulder wet, you understand.”
Sybil had a vague suspicion that an ulterior motive lay within the request.
But she lost what mind she had for teasing when he pulled her closer and sighed softly.
“How I missed you, my love.”
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T’was The Night of Autumn
Celebrimbor x modern!reader
A/N: I realised that I don’t post many Celebrimbor content and that needs to change. So, here’s something to enjoy your cozy autumn.
Warnings: none, all fluff
Words: 1.9k
Synopsis: As autumn finally rolled in, you decided to teach Tyelpë a tradition from your modern world, one that involves pumpkins and crafting.
The autumn season had arrived in Eregion, and with it came a crispness in the air that whispered of change. The leaves on the trees had turned rich shades of gold and orange, carpeting the streets with their vibrant hues. The scent of the season, a mix of damp earth and woodsmoke, hung in the air, reminding you of home. It was the kind of day that made you miss the simple pleasures of your world—hot drinks, the sound of crunching leaves underfoot, and, of course, pumpkin carving. Despite being in Middle-earth, so far removed from the modern world you had come from, there was something about autumn that felt familiar—comforting, even.
Today, Celebrimbor had a rare moment of respite from his duties, and you had been thinking about how to make the most of it, wanting to share something from your world with him. After all, autumn wasn’t just about the changing of the leaves. It was about warmth, cosiness, and most of all, traditions. And there was one tradition in particular you were eager to introduce him to.
“Tyelpë,” you called softly, using his Quenya name. He glanced up from his book, his sharp, grey eyes softening when they met yours.
“Yes?” he responded, removing his focus from the book he was invested in.
“I think you’ve spent enough time reading and cooped up in the library for today,” you said, stepping into the room and crossing over to him. “It’s autumn, after all. There’s something I want to show you.”
His brow arched in curiosity. “What is it?”
Smiling, you took his hand and led him out of the library, into the courtyard. “Just trust me,” you said, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “It’s a tradition from my world. Something we do every year during this season.”
Curiosity piqued—Celebrimbor followed you out to the courtyard where two large, round pumpkins sat waiting. You had found it in the market earlier that day, marvelling at how similar it was to the ones from home. And now, as the golden light of the late afternoon bathed the scene in warmth, you felt a wave of nostalgia wash over you.
“What is that?” Celebrimbor asked, eyeing the pumpkin with a mix of amusement and confusion.
“It’s a pumpkin,” you replied, grinning up at him.
Sighing with a bit of sass, he rolled his eyes nonchalantly. “I know that it’s a pumpkin. But what I meant was the purpose of it.”
“Pumpkin carving!” you cheered.
“Pumpkin carving?” Celebrimbor’s voice was rich with curiosity and a hint of amusement, as he approached to two, medium-sized orange fruit sitting on the table.
“Yes!” you replied, turning to face him with your excitement growing by the second. “It’s something we do back in my world during this season. It’s part of a tradition called Halloween. We carve faces into pumpkins, light them up with candles, and make all sorts of fun autumn-themed treats. I thought it might be fun to try it together.”
Leaning closer to inspect the pumpkins while you spoke, he smiled from the sheer enthusiasm you expressed for the love of this festive seasonal tradition. “I’ve heard you mention this Halloween before,” he said thoughtfully. “A festival for warding off spirits and celebrating the harvest, correct?”
You nodded, grinning. “Exactly. But it’s also about having fun. You get to be creative, and it’s a great way to embrace the season.”
“It sounds…whimsical. Very different from the customs of our people,” he murmured under low. “But if it involves creativity, I imagine it’s not too different from sculpting or forging. But I must warn you, if this pumpkin carving involves skill, you might be at a disadvantage.”
You playfully rolled your eyes at him, laughing. “Oh, come on, I’m not that bad. Besides, you’re the one who's never carved a pumpkin before. I might surprise you.”
Throwing an almost invisible competitive smirk at you, he chuckled. “We’ll see about that. But first, would you might showing me how it is performed?”
You handed him one of the knives, explaining how to cut the top off the pumpkin and scoop out the insides while he watched you closely as you demonstrated, his eyes intent on the task at hand. Once you were finished, he took his knife, his movements precise and steady as he made the first cut into his much larger and clearly better suited pumpkin, for carving.
“I have to admit,” he said, as he carefully removed the top of the pumpkin, “I’ve never worked with a medium like this before.”
You grinned as you passed him a spoon to scoop out the guts and seeds. “It’s a bit different from metal and stone, isn’t it?”
He nodded, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Quite different. Though I can’t say this is how I imagined spending my day—it’s strangely satisfying.” He took the spoon from you, his lips quirking with amusement as he began to dig into the pumpkin. His movements were careful and precise—of course, they were, he was Celebrimbor, grandson of Fëanor. His entire life had been spent mastering delicate and intricate work. And yet, the sight of him here, elbow-deep in pumpkin guts, was oddly endearing.
As he worked, you scooped out the seeds and pulp from inside your pumpkin, explaining how in your world, people often roasted the seeds as a snack. And Celebrimbor seemed fascinated by the simplicity of it all, so different from the more elaborate customs of Middle-earth.
“And now, here is where the true fun begins.” You were bouncing on your toes as you passed him a smaller carving knife. “Time for us to start carving the faces. You can make it as simple or as detailed as you like.”
Celebrimbor’s eyes gleamed with interest. “A face, you say? I think I can manage that.”
You handed him a smaller knife and explained how to cut out a simple face—triangular eyes, a jagged smile. You decided to keep it straightforward for now, not wanting to overwhelm him. But as you suspected, Celebrimbor was a natural. You watched in awe as his skilled hands moved swiftly, the knife gliding through the pumpkin with ease. Despite his initial unfamiliarity with the task, his natural talent shone through. Within minutes, he had carved an intricate, detailed face into the pumpkin, far more elaborate than anything you had ever managed.
“Well,” you said, standing back to admire his work, “I think it’s safe to say that you’ve won this round, which is unfair.”
He looked up at you, a teasing smile playing on his lips, one that was rarely seen at all—symbolising his comfort and enjoyment. “Won? Was this a competition?”
Nudging him playfully, you laughed. “Everything’s a competition with you, Tyelpë. But yes, I admit defeat. Your pumpkin is perfect.”
He tilted his head, studying the pumpkin with a critical eye. “I wouldn’t say perfect. There’s always room for improvement.”
“Perfectionist,” you muttered under your breath, earning another soft chuckle from him.
“Now it’s your turn,” he said, handing you the knife with a flourish. “Let’s see what you can do.”
As you took the knife, not missing an opportunity to roll your eyes good-naturedly, you warned him. “Alright, but don’t laugh. I’m not a master craftsman like you.” As you began carving, Celebrimbor watched you with quiet amusement. Every so often, he would offer a word of advice or point out a better way to approach the task, but for the most part, he let you work in peace. When you finished, your pumpkin was far simpler than his—a goofy, crooked smile and triangle eyes that reminded you of the ones you used to carve as a child.
“Well?” you asked, stepping back to examine your handiwork. “What do you think?”
“Um…” his voice trailed off as he angled his head differently to capture the image of the face you carved, not wanting to leave you under the impression that it could do with a few touch ups…and more—typical artesian behaviour. “Do you…I can help in some areas…”
Your brown immediately shut up to defeat your artistic work. “Oh, what now? Is it not as artistic as yours even though you offered advice?”
“Oh, no, no, no. It’s um…artistic indeed, but just need a bit of…enhancement,” he sheepishly said with his hands up in defence.
“Ha, ha,” you dryly laughed and morphed your face to match the one on your pumpkin. “You can fix it, but just this once.”
The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon carving, laughing, and teasing each other about your respective pumpkins. Celebrimbor’s, of course, ended up looking like a work of art, while yours was more endearing in its imperfection. Still, you didn’t mind. The real joy came from sharing the experience with him—watching his face light up with each new detail, hearing the soft chuckles that escaped him when he struggled with a particularly tricky cut. It felt nice to see him stress-free since your arrival at Eregion. All your memories of him hunched over the anvil or some blueprint faded into mist upon his carefree laughter and smile.
You know such a simple act could appear that beautiful, nor did you understand why people labelled him as tempestuous and dangerous. He was quite the opposite.
As the sun began to set and the courtyard grew darker, you lit candles and placed them inside the pumpkins. The warm glow filled the small area, casting flickering shadows across the table, displaying your handiwork.
“I have to say,” Celebrimbor mused, “this Halloween tradition is rather pleasant. I can see why you enjoy it.”
You smiled, leaning into him as he bumped his arm into your shoulder. “It’s one of my favourites. And now you’ve got a pretty good handle on it, too.”
Turning to him with your heart swelling with emotion. “It means a lot to me, too,” you said softly. “Being here in Middle-earth, so far from everything I knew…it’s hard sometimes. But sharing things like this, it makes me feel like I’ve brought a little piece of home with me.”
Celebrimbor’s expression softened, his silver-grey eyes full of understanding. “I will always strive to make you feel at home here, no matter the distance between this world and yours.”
“Thank you, Tyelpë,” you whispered.
As the two of you stood there for a long moment, the flickering candlelight casting a soft glow over the room, you relaxed with the slight chill of the autumn breeze. You knew he wasn’t a person of many words, even though you had wiggled your way unexpectedly into his life, bringing minor changes, you understood through the silence that he reciprocated your thanks.
“Now,” Celebrimbor said, breaking the silence with a teasing smile, “you mentioned something about autumn-themed foods. I believe you owe me a taste of these seasonal treats from your world, and I hope they also involve drinks.”
You laughed, nudging him playfully. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ve got just a few things in mind. But you might have to help me make it.”
He raised an eyebrow, his smile widening. “If it’s anything like the pumpkin carving, I think you’ll find I’m quite capable.”
“Confident, are we?” you teased, heading toward the kitchen. “Let’s see if that holds up when we start baking and brewing.”
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3 ☾ Party / Denki Kaminari !!
DAY THREE OF FLUFFTOBER!
Summary
- "You new around here?" "I'm in your math class."
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Parties were never your thing. You'd much rather spend your time lost in the library, trying your hardest not to fail and lose your scholarships to attend the prestigious U.A. Academy. But this time you were dragged by your close friend Mina Ashido to Yaoyorozu's house party. With a heavy sigh, you walked over to the corner because Mina split from you the second you entered the house. You sat on the couch separated from everyone else. There were a few faces you recognized, but you weren't close enough with anyone to actually talk to them. So you sat in silence and brushed your fingers through Yaoyorozu's cat's fur.
"I shouldn't have come, pretty girl," You cooed to the feline. "Mina is too much of a butterfly to stay and talk to me. Plus, she deserves to have fun." You had a soft smile on your face as you thought about your friend.
A boy with striking blonde hair approached you, he had a red solo cup in his hand and a bright grin on his face. "Hey! You new around here?"
You squint your eyes at the blonde, "I'm in your math class."
Immediately his face drops and flushes in embarrassment. "Oh," He rubbed his neck nervously. "Sorry, the lighting is weird. I just didn't recognize you!"
You hummed and continued petting the cat. "it's okay. I don't talk a lot so I don't blame you for not remembering me."
Kaminari's eyes sparkled and he sat beside you, "Well, I love talking! We should talk!" You looked at him reproachfully before a small, indiscernible smile crossed your face for a second.
'I must look really lonely,' you mused in your head. "Okay, what should we talk about?" Kaminari placed a finger to his chin in thought. He had set his cup down (but still in sight) and his other hand trailed through the cat's fur along with you. "Why don't you tell me about yourself?" You offered.
"You'd wanna listen to that?" He asked in astonishment, surprised you-- who was basically a stranger-- would want to listen to him. You nodded passively and gestured for him to start.
20 minutes later, you could recite his favorite things, childhood stories, and interests. Every word he said was soaked into your brain like it was the most important thing in the world. "You're nice to talk to," he said with sincerity.
The party lights shined on his face in a beautiful array of colors. They illuminated the boyish grin plastered on his lips and his charming yellow eyes, which were locked on your own. You couldn't bring yourself to look away. "Well, you're nice to listen to," You replied as smoothly as you could.
His grin widened, "I'm glad you think so. We should hang out again sometime. You know, alone, together, not at a party."
Immediately, almost eagerly, you nodded. "Oh yeah, for sure! Like a date, maybe?"
Kaminari chuckled, "Yeah, like a date. I'll talk your ear off again."
You smiled, "I'd really like that."
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read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/5m76gJp by theholylord_ratatouille this is my first flufftober woohoo! fandoms are: demon slayer one piece my hero academia Words: 538, Chapters: 1/31, Language: English Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), One Piece (Anime & Manga), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji, Akagami no Shanks | Red-Haired Shanks, Buggy (One Piece), Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou, Shinsou Hitoshi, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Hashibira Inosuke, Kamado Tanjirou, Todoroki Shouto, Shinazugawa Sanemi, Tomioka Giyuu, Rengoku Kyoujurou, Uzui Tengen, Cutty Flam, Nico Robin Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Monkey D. Luffy/Roronoa Zoro, Akagami no Shanks | Red-Haired Shanks/Buggy, Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou, Roronoa Zoro/Vinsmoke Sanji, Ashido Mina/Kaminari Denki, Hashibira Inosuke/Kamado Tanjirou, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Shinazugawa Sanemi & Tomioka Giyuu, Rengoku Kyoujurou/Uzui Tengen, Franky/Nico Robin Additional Tags: Flufftober 2023, One Shot, One Piece Universe, Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba Anime Spoilers, Protective Demon Slayer Corps Hashira | Pillars, Kamado Tanjirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Good Friend Kamado Tanjirou, Hashibira Inosuke in Love, Nico Robin Needs a Hug, Shinazugawa Sanemi is Bad at Feelings, Soft Tomioka Giyuu, Protective Uzui Tengen, Todoroki Shouto is Bad at Feelings, Bisexual Vinsmoke Sanji, Gay Roronoa Zoro, Everyone Is Gay, Gay Bakugou Katsuki, Pansexual Midoriya Izuku, polyamorous Uzui Tengen, Polyamory, Polyamorous Character, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Competent Buggy (One Piece), Akagami no Shanks | Red-Haired Shanks is Monkey D. Luffy's Parent, Protective Akagami no Shanks | Red-Haired Shanks, Protective Shinazugawa Sanemi read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/5m76gJp
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Flufftober~ Day 8.
Title: She dances with you at ‘the feels’ and kisses you for the first time.
Pairing: Mina x You. [GxG.]
Warnings: None.
Words: 546.
Mina wore a dress that matched yours with a happy expression on her face. You stood next at her on stage when she sang with her bandmates. You've been in a relationship for eleven months.
You danced with Mina who sang her lines at you. She held one of your hands and pecked your lips whenever she didn't have to sing her lines. You had a happy expression on your face. Her bandmates had happy expression on their face when they saw Mina being all happy with you.
Sometimes her bandmates would dance their way at you and Mina one by one to dance with you both. Everyone was happy together on stage. Once's couldn't stop singing along and share the happy energy that Twice felt with you on stage.
For Mina everything went in slow motion as if it's only you and her on Stage. When the melody of 'the feels' started playing. She took you in her arms to dance with you. She glanced into your eyes with literally heart eyes when she sang her lines to you. Her bandmates danced with each other around you both with happy expression on their face.
Mina knew their staff are recording everything that's happening. Which she is very grateful for since a staff is using her phone to recording you and her together. Chaeyoung and Tzuyu dance together in between giggling. Jihyo and Sana danced together with Sana being the lead from them.
The most people are focused on watching you and Mina mostly because they can see the love you both share with each other. Her bandmates fangirl when they saw Mina leaning her face closer to yours. Her face was so close to yours that you can feel her breathing on your lips.
Her bandmates cheered Mina on when 'the feels'
ended. Mina pulled you closer to her and kissed you on the lips very passionately. You kissed her passionately back. Nayeon and Jihyo cheered the loudest though the mic for Mina. Which caused you both to laugh when you pulled away from the kiss. Oxygen became a problem into the kiss.
Mina giggled and took you into her arms. She wrapped her arms around your beautiful waist which she truly loves. You couldn't help yourself from kissing her lips again. Her lips are looking so kissable that you are addicted to them now.
Mina pulled away since she wants to nuzzle her face into your neck. Her hands squeezed your waist in a comfortable way. You both swayed while her bandmates sang. Confetti went into the air since it's their last song at the concert.
„I love you. Baby girl." Whispered Mina in your ear with sweetness in her voice. You felt your cheeks flushing red in a blush.
The other bandmates made heart sign to their once’s with a happy expression on their face. They absolutely loved you both together.
„I love you more. My glorious and intelligent girlfriend.“ Whispered you into her ear with happiness and admiration in your voice.
You both laughed when her bandmates mocked the way you both kissed each other. They only tease you two because they truly love you both unconditionally. The once’s couldn’t stop taking pictures and videos of the sweet and hilarious moments together.
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