#flufftober day 7

[cumulo-stratus]

They're Ours

(GIF NOT MINE)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader

Description: My HC's around Spencer and sharing clothes over the course of your relationship.

Warnings: slight nsfw(mentions of sex and others), !!Spoiler warning for season 10!! lemme know if theres anything else!

Flufftober Day 7: Sharing clothes

At the beginning of the relationship (in like season 1/2) Spencer doesn't even realize couple sharing clothes is a thing

like if he would come home late from a case to find you asleep wearing something of his he is kinda confused but finds he loves it

And then in the morning he would ask you about and and you would say you missed him

"your wearing my shirt-"

"I know, I just missed you"

"oh."

I think after around a year Spencer would be super used to it and wears some of your clothes too

like he would totally sneak one of your old college hoodies that are too big for him at the bottom of his go back some times

its the only time he wears hoodies

sometimes he can't wait to just go back to his hotel room and put it on

he just misses you and feels comforted by the familier smell

and after while of things like this you would regularly wear clothes from each others closet, not for comfort- just because they go better with the outfit

And this helped Spencer explore more fun patterns and colors through your clothes without the commitment of buying new clothes

and if you're an agent he would totally give you his FBI jacket

like im imagining you get bashed in the head and get a gash on your forehead while catching the unsub

and Spencer rushes over searching for you desperately

only knowing your injured, but the extent

and when he does find you and sees the goosebumps from the cold breeze he doesn't hesitate to wrap his puffy fbi jacket around you shoulders while the paramedic works on your forehead

Another image I had in my head is like gag gifts

like It would be so cute if you get Spencer those boxers you can personalize with a collage of your your face on it so he can quote "always be close to you"

and he would blush a lot and think that this was his real gift until you pull out the real gift

I think post prison Spencer would absolutely adore it when you wear his clothes because he needs that reminder that your still there when he notices a shirt or a cardigan missing

and he just meds to feel loved so he starts almost preferring your clothes over his because he's been deprived of you for so long

also I think after prison he would also find your wearing one of his shirts rly hot and when first sees you wearing one of his shirts again he has to have you

he would approach you at the counter while your making tea

He would wrap his arms around your waist and whisper deeply in your ear

"you look amazing in my clothes.."

"oh really?"

he would only hum as he kisses your neck..

you know the rest ;)

[assassinmidnight]

Flufftober day 7, Hoodie weather

Jason/RedHood xVigilante!AFAB!Reader

Reader's vigilante name is Score

Not proof read, I have dyslexia and a test in like 10 days(sorry for any mistakes)(This really got away from me)

Summery: You and Jason decide to have one last ice cream date before autumn truly arrives.

The autumn leaves fall around you and Jason as the path leads you down to the plaza. He’d promised to take you out for one last ice cream date before it got too cold, although you had argued that it already was. He’d managed to convince you after giving you his red hood hoodie(You had told him it was silly that he had merch of himself) but he’d said it was comfy, you had the sneaking suspicion that he actually just wanted you to wear it as a brand of sorts, since it was the only hoodie he let you borrow since he got it. “So are you feeling like Gelato or classic ice cream?” He turns to you, a soft smile on his lips, your heart flutters slightly at the sight. Tousled hair, green eyes filled with adoration and his nose, a bit crooked after having been broken one too many times. The fearsome red hood wasn’t so scary in the daylight. 

“What are you staring at?” His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, his eyes now looking a bit worried and his head tilted slightly. Cupping his cheek you give him a soft kiss before responding, “Only admiring the beauty in front of me,” a slight blush rises on his cheeks, the sudden heat spreading to your hand. He grabs your hand, kissing your inner wrist before starting his walk to the ice cream parlour, hand still interconnected with yours. Now it was your turn to blush, at the eye contact he’d kept as he kissed your wrist, at the realisation that you had stopped to admire him only to be caught so easily and at the tingling feeling left on your hand from holding his cheek.

The heat remains in your hand as the two of you enter the parlour and you remain somewhat silent as Jason looks over the ice cream flavours. With Halloween coming up a bunch of clickbait worthy flavours had been scrawled across the blackboard menu, along with a few pumpkins and bats. You spot the drawing of something called Red Hood’s bullets . It's a two scoop ice cream with dark chocolate and red velvet, topped with red coloured whipped cream with bat sprinkles. Jason lets out a snicker beside you and points to the bottom left, just under Nightwing’s night, where Score’s score was written. The ice cream was two scoops, vanilla and lemon with bat sprinkles on top, did they only have bat sprinkles in Gotham? 

“Kinda stupid that they made an ice cream after you but got your colours all wrong,” Jason whispered in your ear, he was right. Your vigilante outfit had been designed by Jason and was all black except for a red bat on the back, but considering the fact that you weren’t full time (at Jason’s request) and that they had only seen you at a Wayne masquerade that had gone south (You’d been wearing a golden dress with a golden mask to match) it wasn’t too surprising that they had given you such a cherry ice cream. “You’re getting it, I assume?” you quirked a brow at your boyfriend who gave his naturally annoying grin, “Of course babe.”

“Now what can I get for the lovely lady?” The cashier looks to be the same age as both you and Jason, early to mid-twenties, blonde hair and light blue eyes. “She’ll have a Red Hood's bullets and I’ll have Score’s score” Jason replied, grabbing your hip and pulling you into his side. The cashier only looks him over once before turning back to you “Big red hood fan?” You look a bit confused before you spot him pointing at yourJason’s hoodie, “Yeah, probably his biggest fan,” you felt how Jason puffed out at the comment. “Yeah? I’m a pretty big fan too, I actually know him,” the boy smirked as he spoke, you could feel Jason stiffen beside you a bit, annoyed. “Babe, I’ll pay this time,” Jason looked down at you lovingly, clearly masking his irritation with the cashier, you nod quietly. As the boy hands over the ice cream cones to you both, his fingers linger on top of yours as he says “I can get you a meeting with him.” Before you get a chance to respond, Jason clears his throat “Really, I thought Red hood only spoke with criminals,” the cashier grew flustered, the accusation clear, and with Jason’s baritone voice it was loud enough to catch the attention of a few customers and staff. The cashier, spurred on by the scowl on Jason’s face, quickly wished you both a pleasant day. You smiled at Jason and, hand in hand, walked out of the parlour.

After leaving the parlour, walking with your ice creams and admiring the scenic beauty that Gotham so rarely has,  you sense Jason’s eyes on you. “What is it?” When you turn to him, you see that glint that he always has when he's extra happy, “You look really good in my hoodie,” you let out a giggle before responding “Well it’s perfect hoodie weather.” And it really was, with ice cream, Jason and the autumn leaves, it was just the right temperature for a hoodie.

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[i-am-a-l0st-gh0st]

Diluc date rambles- Day 7

summary- diluc and y/n playing in the garden/flower field and making flower crowns on each other. t/w- fluff

Diluc would often take you on dates, whether that is fancy restaurants or just a picnic. One date you went on stuck in your head particularly. The sun was shining down on the grassy green fields and you and Diluc were laying in the patches of grass. Flowers surrounded the both of you, and you had the idea to make flower crowns.

You walked around for a while looking for the perfect one to place in your boyfriends hair. He was watching you quietly, observing the way you focused on the flowers. You were very invested in what flowers you picked for him.

"Y/n, I think you have plenty of flowers."

"But they have to be perfect."

"Any flower you pick for me is beautiful."

You sat back down next to him, and had all your flowers gathered up in your hand. The flowers were all shades of reds, pinks and blues. With enough effort and work the flowers soon turned into a crown. Perfect for your partner.

He looked at you with a soft expression on his face. "You want me to put it on?"

"Yes!"

And so you took out your Kamera and took as many photos as you could.

[gh0st-onesh0ts]

Gepard x gn!reader- Day 7

summary- Ice skating dates with Geperd

c/w- Ice skating, short writing

Gepard may be used to the cold but he was not used to skating. Ice skating specifically. He was very clumsy on his feet, and avoided the skating ring whenever he could. You however were graceful on the ice. You spun and glided along the Ice with such grace.

Gepard could only watch with awe, he'd never dare to step foot on the ice. Until you begged him on. He finally agreed to and was getting ready. As he was putting on he looked at you, not fearful but slightly worries about ice skating.

"If you let me go!"

"I won't let you go I promise."

You grabbed on to his arms and gently pulled him along the ice. Gepard was getting nervous and his legs were almost shaking. He gripped your hand tightly and looked into your eyes.

"It's okay, I've got you." You looked into his eyes.

Gepard seemed to relax in your arms and was starting to gain more confidence. You glided along the ice dragging him along in front of you.

"This is kinda romantic isn't it." You laughed.

"As long as I don't fall on my face."

"True. Want a hot drink after this."

"Yeah."

As you glided to a stop the sunset was through the windows of the place. It was very romantic despite him almost falling over.

"Do you want a hot chocolate?"

"Yeah I do." He said as he took of his skates and with a pout. "And you should never do that again."

"Hmph not a big fan of it."

"No, not really."

[cosmic-hoboandthehighlander]

The Doctor can’t wear Jamie’s sweaters anymore, but he certainly still likes to see Jamie in his cape.

Day seven of flufftober 2024: Hoodie Weather

A/N: A little shorter than normal and honestly I really thought about not posting this because it's not a full fic but more of a little scene. It was written for Flufftober day 7 "Hoodie Weather" so it's a little late, but late is better than never, right? I've been struggling with some personal things lately and haven't been feeling much for writing so instead of forcing myself to finish one of my bigger WIPs, I wrote this. I hope it brings a smile to somebody's face.

[rhythm-catsandwine]

Hoodie Weather

 They decided to go to the beach, on a sunny day.“How are you not burning up in that, it’s not hoodie weather?”  Danny asked, looking at his vampire friend, who was hiding in a hoodie, and sunglasses.

“It’s like the vampire version of a rash guard. If I’m in the sun for more than ten minutes, I burn, and without the sunglasses, I’d go blind. Like any sunli\ght on my skin, it feels like one of those metal slides we played on as kids, but when you get stuck halfway down, so the metal cooks your ass and legs.  Then, even if you slid all the way, it’s just down more hot metal,  and your ass is red for like an hour. “ Adam explained as he planted an oversize umbrella in the sand and then plopped down in the darkest shadow, legs folded and crossed in front of him.

“Ads?” Justin had finally come, carrying a heavy canopy, still folded up and stuffed in a bag. 

“Finaly!” The vampire layed back, using a folded towel as a pillow, and watched the others start putting up the dark blue canopy.

“Really, you’re not going to help?” Maynard grumbled as they carried the protective shade over the vampire.

“We’re at a beach in the middle of summer, one the sunniest day of the week, and I'm like allergic to the fucking sun.”

“Then why’d ya come?” Danny was already putting his hair up in a ponytail for a swim.

“You guy’s fucking drug me out here.” Adam lit up when Justin sat down beside him. “Oh, hay!”

“So Justin, if you get wet, do you smell like a dog?”

“No, you bloody ass.” Then, the werewolf growled at the drummer.

Fluffy October or Ao3

[jjkamochoso]

Flufftober Day 7: Hoodie Weather

@flufftober

Fluff

Gen Narumi x gn!reader

Warnings: none

“Eh? Whaddya think you’re doing?”

You gave Gen a confused look as you closed the door to your apartment, wondering what your boyfriend was talking about.

“You’re gonna catch a cold wearing that out here,” he lightly reprimanded. “Go back inside and grab a jacket or something. We’re not leaving ‘til you do.”

“I’m not cold,” you argued back, hoping the goosebumps prickling your skin from the cool autumn air weren’t visible. “Besides, I don’t want to cover my outfit with anything. It’ll look lame.”

Gen raised an eyebrow. “You’ll look lame when you’re stuck in bed with the nasty cold you’re gonna catch.”

“Fine,” you grumbled, shoving the key back into your lock and hurrying inside your apartment. You were eager to get your date night started with Gen and you didn’t want to waste time looking for outerwear that would match your meticulously planned outfit. You couldn’t deny how sweet it was, though, for Gen to show such concern for your well-being over something so seemingly trivial. As you looked through your closet and sighed, not finding a suitable jacket, your gaze fell upon a certain mass of fabric lying across your bed. With a devious smile, you put the hoodie on and quickly made your way outside again.

“Okay, I found this. I hope you’re happy,” you told Gen, waiting to see his reaction.

“It seems warm so I’m sure it’s-”

He immediately went quiet when he realized exactly what it was that you were wearing, his eyes looking you up and down in admiration.

“You definitely don’t look lame in that,” he replied softly, almost at a loss for words. “You look better in my hoodie than I do.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so.”

Gen placed his hand in yours and you two began walking toward your destination. It was strangely silent and you noticed Gen stealing many shy glances your way.

“Is everything alright?” you asked him. “You’re staring at me more than usual tonight.”

You saw Gen’s cheeks turn a pinkish hue.

“Sorry, I’m just… you look… wow,” he sputtered out, a lovesick expression plastered on his face. “You really do look amazing, y/n. I’m the luckiest guy in the world to have you be my partner and see you wearing my clothes out like this.” He boldly leaned over and gave your cheek a kiss. “Thanks for sticking by me all this time. I really do love ya, you know.”

It was now your turn to feel flustered as you gratefully snuggled into Gen’s side. You were as warm as could be as you traversed the brisk night, thanks to the hoodie and the heartfelt sentiment, both courtesy of your wonderful boyfriend.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Flufftober Day 7 | Swinging together

Pairing | Husband!Tony Stark x Pregnant!Wife!Female!Reader

Word count | 1.8K

Summary | You have always dreamt of having a porch swing on your porch, and now that you and Tony are moving into your new house, this is the perfect opportunity. He will do everything he can to build it before your baby boy arrives and make your little family complete.

Warning(s) | None.

Prompt(s) | 7. Porch swing | @flufftober 2023

A/n | This one shot is written for day 7 of Flufftober 2023. I will add the missing days as I go with this challenge, but for now I hope you will enjoy this as much as I did when writing it! 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🧡

Divider is made by @cafekitsune | GIF credit goes to the owner

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | Flufftober Masterlist

It has been almost a year since you and Tony both retired from being an Avenger, though Tony occasionally goes back to help plan long missions when necessary. It happened more initially, but the day you and Tony found out you were pregnant, he went less and less.

Now you're sitting sideways on the couch on a warm spring day, your feet lying in Tony's lap as he's giving your feet a well-deserved massage, if you say so yourself.

''I think I have an idea what I want to put on the porch of our new house,'' you tell him, and Tony looks at you expectantly while he keeps rubbing your feet.

''And what would that idea be, Gorgeous?'' Tony asks.

''I have always wanted a beautiful porch swing in front of my house to sit and watch life go on in front of us, and when our little boy is here, I would love to sit with him on the swing while I talk about us,'' you say, a dopey grin forming on your face at the thought.

Tony thinks about it for a bit, and after a few minutes, he gives you the biggest smile. ''We can do that for our Munchkin and his amazing Mom, too.''

But before he could get started, the three of you needed to move into the new house first, and all the Avengers had agreed to help the two of you out on moving day a few weeks later.

You can only do a little to help, but they don't mind. Everyone thinks taking care of yourself, and the baby is more important than putting unnecessary strain on either of you.

You've opted to wear a maternity dress that shows off your growing belly since it will be a warm spring day again. Your hair is pulled into a loose ponytail, and you're not wearing make-up, instead opting to accessorize with your glasses.

As soon as the Avengers arrive, they all flock to you, as they don't see you as often now. ''You're glowing!'' ''The baby is growing so fast,'' and ''I can't believe you're this far along already,'' are only a few comments they let loose on you.

''Could you leave my wife alone long enough to get some moving done? I want to be done by the end of the day, not the next week!'' Tony jokes dryly, and they immediately get to work by loading every piece of furniture and all boxes into the trucks they've brought, and before you know it, your entire house is packed into a few trucks.

''Can you come inside with me for just a minute?'' you ask Tony, the others waiting patiently until you're ready. It's already past dinner time, but they'd stay all night if it's what you need.

''O'course,'' he says, and you grab his hand, leading him inside, walking into the house through your front door for one last time.

''I just need a few more minutes with just the three of us together in our old house to say goodbye to all our wonderful memories,'' you say as tears form in the corners of your eyes.

Tony pulls you into a soft hug, careful not to press too hard against your stomach, and you can't help but let the tears flow freely as you think back to all the beautiful memories.

All the anniversaries you've shared, the happy moments, the sad ones, and everything in between, from coming home after an extended mission to coming home after a night of drinking and partying.

This house has seen it all, but now you're leaving it behind to start a life in your new home accommodating your growing family. ''I can't believe we're leaving it all behind,'' you sniffle against Tony's chest, and he's shedding some of his own.

''I love you, Gorgeous.'' ''I love you too, Tony.''

After your tearful goodbyes, you walked out the door before leaving the keys inside, officially never returning to where you called home. Now you're getting ready for the new chapter in your life, in your new house.

The entire group of Avengers enveloped you in a group hug, letting you both know how much they love you.

''Right, time to get moving!'' you say before the group lets go with a lot of laughter.

Before you know it, Tony is behind the wheel of your car (his fancy cars were already at the new house), and you're sleeping in the car's passenger seat.

The other Avengers are paired in equal numbers over the other trucks, so they can switch if needed, but everyone decides to drive in one straight line to the new house. And this entire time, Tony's hand has rarely left your thigh, stroking it gently while your hands are protecting your belly.

The fact that you're moving to an entirely different state doesn't bother anyone, as they're happy to be along for the ride, but at some point, Tony decides to make a stop. Even though you're asleep, he wants to make a restroom stop just for you and others when necessary.

''Gorgeous?'' he nudges you awake gently, and with a snort, you wake up, earning a soft laugh from your husband.

''We're stopping for a toilet break; we're just over halfway there now,'' he says, pointing to a 24-hour diner, all the other Avengers already waiting outside for the two of you.

''Thank you,'' you say, followed by a small yawn as Tony gets up and over to your side of the door, ready to help you get up since that's not as easy as it used to be.

When you're standing, all of you go inside, and you, Nat, and Wanda go to the toilet while the men sit down and order food because they're starving.

The girls were done pretty quickly, but even with a baby pushing on your bladder, it was still a little shy; you don't particularly like using the toilet in places you're not familiar with yet, but after a few minutes, it finally worked.

''Sorry for that, shy bladder,'' you said with a shrug before washing your hands, but they don't mind. When you all return, Bucky stands up so you can slide into the booth next to Tony.

After a small peck on the lips, you sit comfortably, your back resting against the padded leather behind you, your hands on your stomach again, which is where they usually are nowadays.

''I got you some pancakes with extra maple syrup,'' Tony says, and you happily thank him since that's precisely what you've been craving. It's almost as if he's read your mind.

After the food has arrived and it's all gone, everyone continues the journey, but this time, you're taking your place in the backseat of your car, where you can lie down relatively comfortably for the rest of the drive.

Once you're there, Steve and Bucky get the bed out of the trucks and set up in the bedroom, which is done effortlessly between them.

''Gorgeous? Are you ready to get up and sleep in an actual bed? Steve and Bucky put it together for you already, so you can continue sleeping there; you're going to need it,'' Tony asks, and you sleepily nod.

''G'night everyone,'' you say, followed by another yawn and a small wave.

''I kept some of your pajamas, underwear, and clean clothes in a separate bag so we don't have to overhaul everything right now,'' Tony says as he walks you upstairs, the rest of the Avengers loading stuff out of the trucks and putting them in their respective places.

That night, you sleep like a log while everyone works as fast as possible to ensure everything is perfect with the little one on his way, at which they succeeded perfectly.

Over the two and a half months following the move, Tony has been constantly working on a brand new porch swing, and it's finally done. You're watching him as he puts the finishing touches on it.

It's a cooler day today, so you're wearing a comfortable outfit, especially now that the baby can come anytime. And it is almost as if the baby knew the swing would be done because you're actually going into labor later that day.

''T-Tony? We need to go to the hospital,'' you say with a strained voice, and within an instant, he's by your side and ready to go to have your son. The hospital bag is packed and ready to go, so you're out the door quickly.

Once you arrive in the hospital, you're immediately taken to the delivery ward, where you'll spend the next 12 hours in labor; your son decided to take his time to come out. Once he is finally here, you can't help but cry happy tears, mainly because he's a carbon copy of his Dad.

''Shall we call everyone?'' you ask, and you decide to FaceTime Bucky since he usually picks up his phone right away. You're holding your beautiful son in your arms, and Tony sits beside you on the bed.

Your iPad is placed on a table that hovers over your legs. It doesn't take long for him to pick up, and a happy face greets you.

''Hi, doll! How is-'' is all he says before he sees your son, and he can't help but run to the others before saying anything else.

''Guys, guys! Look!'' he says, and one by one, you see everyone passing by and congratulating you on the birth of your beautiful baby boy.

''We're so happy for you; we can't wait to meet the little fella in real life,'' Bucky says as he grabs his phone again, turning it sideways so you can see everyone.

''Can we guys tell you his name? Because we're excited to share it after keeping it a secret for so long,'' you say, and everyone is instantly excited.

''His name,'' Tony starts, ''Is Edward Howard Stark. Named after both Dad and Granddad,'' he says; you can practically see everyone melting when they hear it.

After a few more congratulations and promises to see each other again soon, they hang up, and you're left to bask in the enjoyment that is the little bundle of joy in your arms.

''He's beautiful, just like you,'' you tell Tony, and he captures your lips in a soft, sweet kiss that makes you crave more of the same, just like each of his kisses has done all these years.

The next day, you're all allowed to go home, and the first thing you do when you're back is take your place on the porch swing with Edward and Tony.

''This will be the first of many more times we'll be swinging together, Munchkin,'' you say to Edward, and Tony wholeheartedly agrees. Life was already great, but now it is perfect.

[becausebuckley]

have my hoodie (have all of me) | buddie | sharing clothes | 3k

written for @flufftober day 7: hoodie weather!

As Eddie sits up, the covers fall away, revealing his body. Buck’s eyes widen as he takes in the sight before him. Eddie is wearing a familiar navy blue hoodie, one that Buck had been searching for weeks. The soft, well-worn fabric hugs Eddie’s shoulders, its colour slightly faded from countless washes. That’s Buck’s hoodie. Buck’s mouth goes dry. This is his hoodie, the one he thought he’d lost ages ago. He remembers offering it to Eddie on a chilly evening, but when it hadn’t turned up in the drawer of clothes he keeps at Eddie’s place, he figured he’d been mistaken and had lost it somewhere. But here it is, in the Diaz house. Right here, on Eddie’s body. Eddie, clearly oblivious to Buck’s realisation, stretches his arms above his head, yawning. The sight sends a warm flutter through Buck’s chest. The hoodie is slightly too big on Eddie, the sleeves falling past his wrists and the hem bunching around his waist. It’s a bit oversized on Buck, after all, and though they’re pretty much the same height, Buck’s chest and shoulders are broader. It looks impossibly soft, lived-in, as if the mere fact that Eddie is wearing it transforms it into the ultimate comfort object. Buck is struck by the sudden urge to fall into his best friend’s arms and rub his cheek against the fabric. And then maybe against Eddie’s skin. Huh. That’s new.

read the full fic on ao3 here!

[dailyreverie]

Make this feel like home

A/N: What is it about Santiago Garcia that makes me think of the most domestic scenarios? jesus christ the way I made myself yearn with this one.... Anyway... hope y'all like it!

@flufftober - Day 7 Porch swing

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x reader

Word count: 723 words

CW: ...is domestic Santi a content warning?

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You could watch Santiago setting up a swing all day. You had the perfect view of him from the living room, big arms and backwards cap, drill in one hand and a nail between his lips, all too distracting to focus on your reading. And sure, the view was great, but the thought of him being there, finally at home and not chasing people anymore, it wasn't just about the swing, but it was about the future you were building together.

It was Santi settling down, choosing himself over the life-threatening job that kept running him down to the ground; it was choosing you, who kept waiting years and years for him to get to your arms and start the rest of your lives together, and now that you had him there, you were sure you were never letting him go.

Hanging a swing could have been your idea, but Santi had been on board since the first minute, claiming the task of hanging in over your porch. An hour had passed since you last heard his frustrated grunt, and the only sound now was the soft rustling of leaves in the afternoon breeze. You couldn't help but wonder if Santiago had finished or if the chair had defeated him, sending him crashing to the ground.

Curiosity got the better of you and you headed outside only to be greeted by the sight of the perfectly hung swing overlooking your once-green backyard, now slowly turning a warm shade of yellow. Santiago sat on the swing, his head tilted back and his eyes closed. You knew he was awake when you noticed the gentle sway of his legs, rocking the hanging chair back and forth.

Without a word, you settled down beside him, the swing a perfect fit for just the two of you. Santiago's arm found its way around your waist effortlessly, and you snuggled closer, draping your legs across his lap.

“It looks great,” Your compliment came with a soft care of your fingertips against his tummy, pulling a quiet chuckle out of him.

“Good,” You heard the exhaustion in his voice, yet it was still accompanied by a smile. “It was a pain in the ass.”

 “I could hear that.” You joined his soft laughter, reaching up to kiss his cheek. “Thanks, Santi.”

“Nothing to thank, mi amor,” He assured you with a kiss against your temple, meeting your eyes for a brief moment of quiet smiles. The world outside your little balcony seemed to slow down, and all that mattered was this moment - the two of you, wrapped in each other's arms.

You stayed quiet for a moment. In those minutes you were sure Santi was falling in and out of sleep, the warmth of your body being the last thing he needed to be completely comfortable to do so.

The late afternoon sun began to turn your white porch golden and the air was getting colder by the second, but the gentle sway of the swing along with Santi’s warm arms, created a cocoon of comfort that was too inviting to walk away from. As you looked out over the yard you couldn't help but smile at the thought of this being your home: the garden, the sunset, Santi and your balcony. It was a scene straight out of your wildest dreams.

Santi's voice broke you out of your peaceful daydream, surprising you as he spoke of a gazebo. He pointed to a corner of the yard, his eyes filled with excitement. "Over there, a small gazebo with a fire pit, maybe with some fairy lights."

You couldn't help but tease him, given his earlier struggle with the swing. "You could barely hang a swing, baby."

"I could bring the guys to help!" Santiago's enthusiasm was infectious, and you found yourself leaning in to kiss his cheek once more.

“Then a gazebo it is.” His fingers poked your skin at the sound of your mocking tone, making you both laugh.

Santiago's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "I'll make it happen, and we’ll see who laughs then.”

You chuckled, knowing that Santiago's determination would see the project through. "I have no doubt about it, Santi."

As the day turned into evening, you both stayed on the swing, enjoying the gentle rocking motion and each other's company in your own little sanctuary.

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[divinemissem13]

@flufftober day 7: hoodie weather

[gremlin-girly]

Flufftober Day 7

@flufftober

Prompt: Hoodie Weather

Pairing: Jake Jensen x gn!reader

Warnings/tags: FLUFF, established relationship, petnames (baby, my love), suggestive/innuendo (only bc it's Jake)

Summary: You get caught in the rain on your way home and can't wait to put your favourite gigantic, fluffy hoodie on. Fortunately for you, it's already pre-heated. Unfortunately, for your boyfriend that means he he has to share. Word Count: 725

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A/N: I'm specifically referring to Oodies (if you haven't seen one, I'd recommend googling it) and this may or may not have been inspired by my partner... who was less than thrilled about me sticking icy hands on him ☺️ - Love, Grem x

Big, fluffy, soft, cosy, cuddly and warm.

All great adjectives to describe your favourite pink, brushed cotton fleece, over-sized hoodie. You’d thought about it when you’d gotten into work on a strangely chilly morning and you’d thought, nay daydreamed, about it when you’d gotten soaked to the bone on your way home from work.

The only four words on repeat in your brain were hot shower and hoodie.

You sped up the stairs to your apartment, throwing open the door with the intention of giving your boyfriend Jake a quick kiss before make your little dream come true, when you are met with utter, heart-shattering betrayal.

On the sofa lay your boyfriend, who up until five seconds ago you loved with all of your heart, cuddled into a cushion playing a video game. In. Your. Hoodie.

You take a deep breath and stalk over to him quietly.

“Jake.”

“Oh, hey baby I-“ he pauses the game to look over at you and looks a little sheepish when he sees that your frowning at him.

“You're wet,” he chuckles, giving you a cheeky grin and you smile slyly.

“And cold.” You point out, walking around the sofa to stand before him in frustrated, cold glory. “But you look like you're positively toasty.”

Jake doesn’t realise what’s about to happen until it’s too late. You shove your icy hands up the oversized hoodie, pressing them firmly against his warm skin making him squeal with shock. Using his surprise to you advantage, you burrow into the hoodie – following your hands, wrapping your body to his in a tight bear hug ; sapping the warmth from his body onto yours.

Silence fills your apartment as Jake remembers how to breathe again, shivering slightly now that there’s no heat left in him. After a few more moments, you sigh, feeling cosy; surrounded by your boyfriend’s scent in your Big, fluffy, soft, cosy, cuddly hoodie.

Jake sticks his head through the neck hole, glasses askew, to grin at you.

“Was that really necessary?” he says, pretending to be offended.

“It’s the tax for stealing my hoodie.” You quip, smiling up at him. “I knew you liked cuddling me in it –but I didn’t think you’d want one.”

Jake’s cheeks tinge a little pink. “I like cuddling you in it and I’ll admit, the idea of having one is growing one me.” He pauses, looking sheepish again. “But this one smells like you.”

Your smile gets wider and you chuckle. “I guess if I have to share it with you for now.... I can do that. Especially if we can share it like this.”

You settle against him relaxing fully and being the great boyfriend he is, Jake wraps his arms around you and places a sweet kiss to the tip of your damp hair. You sigh contentedly and snuggle closer in response.

“Baby, you can’t get any closer if you tried.” Jake chuckles. “Besides, don’t you want a nice hot drink and a shower?”

Your narrow your eyes at him suspiciously, only to be met with those big, blue puppy eyes he does so well.

“Sounds like you’re trying to get rid of me to keep the hoodie to yourself...” You watch Jake’s expression falter as he tries to keep the sweet innocent look plaster in place. Your lips twitch desperately too, trying to sound serious. “Why should I trust you?”

“Because I’m your boyfriend you loves you,” Jake says matter of factly, smiling at you. “And I totally have your best interests at heart.”

“Uh huh?”

“Yuh huh.”

There’s a mini-standoff as you stare at eachother but you unfortunately break first. With a short snort of laughter, you begin to crawl out under the hoodie. Once free, you point your finger at him teasingly.

“I’ll be back when I’m warmer.” You faux-threaten, heading to the shower for the warm, warm water.

Jake sighs theatrically, getting to his feet. “Your cocoa will be waiting for you upon your return too, my love.”

You feel positively giddy, flashing Jake a grin before you disappear into the bathroom; leaving Jake to smile to himself as he makes you your favourite cocoa. He makes a mental note to tell you how cute you are again when you finish showering, and for probably the umpteenth time, how much he loves you coming home to him.

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I decided to go with one of the alternate prompts for day 7 of @flufftober! (Wearing each others clothes)

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When I'm not with you think of you always- Alhaitham X Gn!Reader flufftober

"Everything is alright just hold on tight, that's because I'm a god old fashioned lover boy"

T/w- fluff,

Summary - alhaitham can't get you out of his head, maybe you can help him?

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You had overtaken his thoughts, for months. He couldn't get you out of your head. Your laughter, your smile, your hugs. Alhaitham could hardly get any work done, which was very unusual. People did start to take note of this, whispering as he passed them in the hallways, the streets. He of course paid them no mind, his mind only focused on you. Oh how to get you out of his mind…

"Hey Haitham!"

It was none other then the person who plagued his thoughts. Before he could respond you ran and hugged him from behind, which made him turn slightly red. Thank archons he was able to keep his composure. He tried to turn around which he struggled with. Your Hugs were always quite tight and he struggled to get out, despite being strong himself. "Hello y/n"

"Whatcha doing." You took note of the people all staring. Archons was it really that bad to talk to alhaitham. You finally let him go, becoming slightly self conscious.

"Heading home. You?"

"Coming to find you." You flashed him a smile, oh how that made his heart race. Still he showed no sign of emotion. How hard was it to get him to smile, atleast a little?

"What seems to be the issue? If it's something regarding the academia, you'll have to come to my office tomorrow."

"No no, nothing like that. I just need to talk to you."

No one ever wanted to volunterily talk to him. Why would you? He pondered why you, one of the prettiest/handsomest people in Sumeru, would want to talk to him. Only you could answer that for him. "Hmm what about?"

"Oh um, maybe we move somewhere a bit more private." To the passing people it may have seemed like you were implying something, alhaitham also took the same approach to that.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh no no nothing like that Alhaitham."

He only nodded in exchange. You started to walk away, so he followed. Oh how people would talk after this, usually Alhaitham was by himself he seemed content that way. Soon you reached his house, the house wasn't clean but not messy either. Kaveh wasn't home either which made it easier to talk to him.

"So what is it?"

"Oh um, Archons I'm not quite sure how to say this." You added a little chuckle for good measure. Alhaitham was listening intently, but he seemed uninterested in a way. He had his usual stance, and his face was just unemotional. This made you a whole lot more nervous.

"Alhaitham, I.." You sighed, his answers either gonna be yes or no, it's fine Y/n. "I like you."

Alhaitham was taken aback, he had taken.a guess where this conversation was going, and he did guess here. He just wasn't sure how to respond. "You do?"

"I'm such an idiot, cause I know you won't like me back. Ah, I shouldn't have done this, I'm sorry for bothering you I'll leave."

"Wait."

So you stopped, the only normal thing to do. Why did he ask me to late? He is gonna yell at me? Ah, I'm such an idiot.

"Y/n you're not an idiot." That was his way of telling you he liked you.

"H-huh, b-but."

Then he hugged you. Not a half assed hug but a real one. Silence fell between you two. You buried your face in his chest, only because you were as pink as a peach. It didn't make it better when he kissed you on the head. And it got even worse when he kissed you, on the lips this time. His body was pressed against yours and your lips locking. Well until Kaveh came home

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Porch Swing

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Tiny bit of angst then fluff

Words: Approximately 550 words

A/N: Flufftober Day 7 Prompt: Porch Swing Thanks @flufftober for this challenge. Photo credit: 123RF Photos. Please let me know if you want to be added or removed from my tag list. Thanks for reading!

Bucky and Steve were away on a mission. They'd been on hundreds of them, but every time you still worried for the man you love. He was supposed to have been home hours ago. Not only was he late, but he wasn't answering his phone. You were anxiously waiting for him on the porch swing, unable to stop the tears from falling onto your lap as your mind came up with different scenarios for him not contacting you. Every single one of them is bad. Tony was busy trying to locate them, but no one was able to pinpoint their location.

Hours passed, worry gnawing at your insides. Your eyes were puffy from crying, the wind blowing through the porch cooling the tears on your face.

You gasped in fear as you heard movement around the corner. Usually, you wouldn't fear anything, knowing Bucky would always keep you safe, but he wasn't here now. The soft shuffle of tired feet was your first indication someone was walking towards you. The moment Bucky came into view, you were on him, jumping from the porch swing, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him as close as possible.

"Bucky, what happened? We were all so worried about you." You couldn't stop sniffling, wiping your tears in relief.

"I'm sorry, doll. The mission took a turn for the worse. They even shot my phone - so I couldn't call you. Steve's at the tower now, trying to sort out the mess we left. I just had to see you first. I knew you'd be worried about me."

You were just so happy that he was home safe. "I was terrified that something happened to you," you admit before you take a deep breath. "Come on, Bucky. Let's go inside and check your injuries. I'll grab the first aid kit."

It had become your routine, waiting for him on the porch swing when he was due home, forcing him into the shower and then wrapping up his injuries. You knew he was a super soldier and that he would heal faster than normal, but the routine gave you an outlet for your worries, so Bucky always followed you.

"I'm all right, doll." He grabs you and gives you a quick kiss. "Let's sit on the porch swing for a few minutes first. I want to hold you. Just a few minutes, then you can join me in the shower and check my entire body for wounds," he chuckles as he sits down and pulls you onto the porch swing, his signature smirk making you relax - just a little bit. "You know, every time I go on a mission, my goal is simple: stop the bad guys and get back home to you. You get me through every mission." He moves a piece of your hair behind your ear, rubbing your cheek with his thumb before he continues, "You give me strength when all hope is gone. I've never thanked you for that. For being my girl and giving me a home to return to."

"Always, Bucky. As long as you come home, I'll be waiting." 

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Prompt Day 7: porch swing

Fandom: Bob’s Burgers

Ship: Tedmort (Teddy/Mort)

Rating/Length: 3,409; T

Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, mostly fluff but some angst, dad!mort, divorced!mort, Using minor characters to my advantage, pov porch swing, Sentient porch swing?, nah it’s not actually, It’s weird just go with it, Flufftober 2023, Flufftober, porch swing, children of divorce, absent mothers

Summary: The porch swing was more than just a porch swing. It was as much a part of the family as any of them were; it had seen just about everything in its long life. If it could talk, it would have its own set of secrets to tell.

Teddy and Mort’s life told from the point of view of their porch swing

Day seven of flufftober 2023: porch swing

Authors note: I know it’s weird, just give it a try. I kinda like it, wish I’d had more time to fine tune and really flesh it out but hey, this is how I’ve decided to do flufftober — it’s a personal challenge; no beta, no heavy edits, and allowing myself to feel comfortable to practice what I love to do and post without the stress of having to be perfect.

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