#flufftober day 13

[cumulo-stratus]

Love In The Form Of Paper

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Male!reader

Summary: Spencer tries to teach his best friend how to make an origami heart- but y/n still struggles

Warnings: Possible swearing, lemme know if there's anything else!

Flufftober day 13: Learning a craft

A/N: this idea is my favorite <3 (also sry its kinda short)

The stars twinkled behind the large glass windows of the BAU while spencer reid and Y/n L/n sat together, hunched over Spencers desk. 

“ok- try it again- you can do it.”

spencer had been trying to teach Y/n how to make a paper heart for the last 30 minutes- and failing for the last 30 minutes aswell. Each time a fold would be off or a step would be missed and it would end up a creased mess of paper. 

“this is like my 20th try spence! i think we just have to accept that it wont happen.”

“16th try-“

“16th try!”

Y/ns tone was mocking when he responded to spencers correction but spencer just laughed- the pair had been friends for so long spencer knew y/n meant no harm. Y/n sighed and grabbed another piece of paper from spencers stash in his desk. 

"Ok, so first you make the creases.." 

y/ns lips were parted in focus, and his eyes were narrowed on the page in front of him. 

"Yup.. make sure crease them well!" 

Spencer was leaning over y/ns should- determined to help him get it right. 

"I know I know! Stop breathing down my neck Spence!"

Spencer's cheeks warmed and he pulled away from y/n slightly, trying- and failing to move his hands over y/ns to guide him, losing the confidence each time. 

"Wait what do I do next-"

Y/n looked up at Spencer helplessly, hoping for help from his best friend. Spencer pulled his desk chair over, plopping down next to y/n to help him. 

"Ok so you've folded the halves together, good- and now you fold up the corner pieces- like this"

Spencer took the piece of paper from y/ns hands and took each bottom corner and folded it to meet the crease in the middle. Y/n watched intently- eyes trained on Spencer's hands- definitely not because he found them attractive.  No it was because he wanted to really make sure he got it right, that's why. Definitely not anything else.

"Here." 

Spencer held out the now evenly folded piece of paper that now resembled a pixel heart. Y/n reached out to retrieve the piece of paper from Spencer's grip and when he reached Spencer's hand their fingers touched, y/ns fingers unintentionally caressed Spencer's-

Causing them both to blush. Though neither acknowledged it. 

"Ok- now I flip it and fold the edges like little triangles-"

Spencer nodded his approval at y/ns actions as he flipped it and presented it to him. Although slightly wonky and wrinkled the piece of paper still resembled a heart. 

"Y/n you got it! That's all the steps- you did it!" 

"I did? I did!"

Spencer picked up y/n and hugged him tight, laughing in excitement. Y/n had always been Spencer's exception when it came to physical touch. When the laughs died out Spencer touched y/n back to the floor. When they both realized what had just happened the pair went red with Spencer stuttering out an apology. 

"S-sorry I didn't mean to do that- I got carried away and-and I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable-" 

Spencer was cut off by y/n when he said

"Spence- it's okay, I didn't mind, I actually kind of enjoyed it..." 

"Oh. Oh-"

With his second repetition of the word Spencer's tone changed to a more excited- happy manor.

The End

#bau #criminal minds #spencer reid #bau team #fluff #gay #cute #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x male reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid imagine #origami #origami heart #flufftober #flufftober prompt #flufftober 2023 #flufftober day 13

[scholastic-dragon]

Flufftober Day 13: Secret Family Recipe

Rise!Mikey x Gn!reader

Word Count: 543

Warnings: cooking with Mikey <3, eating raw cookie dough, spelling mistakes, 

Summary: Wanting to cheer Mikey up, you invite him over to help you make cookies. 

“Thanks for inviting me over, Y/n!” Mikey spun around, letting you tie the apron around his shell. 

“Of course, Mikey,” You smile, adjusting your own apron. “When you said you’ve never made pumpkin cookies, I couldn’t just stand by,” 

You both laugh, Mikey digging through your kitchen cabinets, grabbing the cookie tray and some large bowls. Going over to the fridge, you pull a small pink box off of the top of the fridge. Sorting through all the papers in the box you pull out the one you want. 

“Alright lets get started,” 

Mikey eagerly followed the recipe, sharing his favorite stories of him cooking with his brothers. You laughed mixing the batter, accidentally getting flour everywhere, he tries to wipe it away from your eyes but just spreads it across your forehead. 

You start rolling the dough into balls, moving them around in your palms and setting them down on the tray. You see Mikey out of the corner of your eye. 

“Don’t eat the dough!” You playfully smack his hand, he slowly chews the dough, giving a sheepish smile. 

“But it’s really good!” His back straightens, face lighting up. “You know what these need!” He rushes over to one of your cabinets, pushing stuff around until he found it. 

Coming back he has a bag of chocolate chips, he opens the bag, pouring some into the spare dough. “Now it’ll be half plain, half chocolate chip,” 

You smile, letting him eat a handful of chips, still rolling the dough. “Funny enough, my mom’s recipe said to add those, so you’re off the hook this time,” You elbow his side, chuckling. 

“This is your mom’s recipe?” He takes a large chunk of dough, rolling it a little too big for a cookie. 

“Yeah, well technically, it was her grandma’s recipe. It’s been passed down to me, it’s one of my favorites,”   

“And you...” Mikey was staring at you with big eyes. “You shared it...with me? Your big secret family recipe?” 

“Of course,” You smile, raising an eyebrow at his confused face. 

“Why...?” 

You set the dough ball down, putting a hand on his forearm. “Because you’re family,” 

A loud crash jumped you both, turning to see Raph, Donnie, and Leo standing around the window. 

“Oh so we’re not family, got it,” Leo crossed his arms, sitting in the window. “Way to crush Raph’s spirit, Y/n,” 

“Technically speaking, if Y/n considers Mikey family then by association we are too,” Donnie doesn’t look up from his phone. 

“Of course you all are!” You laugh, gesturing to the counter where the cookies are. “Do you want to help us? Or are you all going to be sourpusses all night?”

“Undecided-” Donnie started but stopped when Leo, threw his arm around his shoulders.  

“We’re in,” Donnie elbowed him, trying (and failing) to push him off. 

“Can we eat the dough?” Raph happily stands next to Mikey licking his lips. 

“No, no one eats the dough!” You point a finger, Leo and Donnie shuffle into your now crowded kitchen, eyeing the large bowl of dough. Turning around and putting one of the cookie trays into the oven. 

When you turn back around all four of them are munching on the raw dough. 

tags: @flufftober @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @mysticboombox @strawberrycakeblog @pheradream15

“Guys!” 

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#flufftober #flufftober 2022 #flufftober2022 #flufftober day 13 #day 13 #tmnt #tmnt 2018 #tmnt 2022 #tmnt mikey #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey x reader #rise!mikey #rise!boys #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt

[goblinmatriarch]

Flufftober Day 13

Fandom: A League of Their Own

“All I’m saying, Shaw, is if you’re going to keep trying to bribe people with pies–”

“Which is a terrible idea, by the way,” Jo interrupted.

Maybelle nodded agreement as she flounced past en route to the kitchen. “It is, it really is, thank you, Josephine. But if you’re gonna insist, you gotta learn how to do it properly. No one ever caught a greased pig with low-grade slop, you know?”

“I…don’t,” Carson admitted, trailing behind her. Then she shook herself. “I mean, I do. I guess. I guess I can…figure it out. But also” – she put one hand on her hip and waved the other through the air – “I do know the proper way to make pies.”

Jess let out a loud laugh from where she was playing cards at the kitchen table. Esti looked at her inquisitively, and Lupe smirked and leaned over to whisper something in Spanish. Esti threw her head back and laughed brightly, and Carson narrowed her eyes before deciding it was an unrelated joke.

“I’m gonna teach you the same way I taught my oldest,” Maybelle said, pulling boxes out of the pantry and giving the milk a sniff. “Test all your ingredients, really put your tits behind it, and don’t be afraid to get your hands dirty. Oh!” She perked up and added, “And you can’t go wrong with a pinch of nutmeg. That’s it, that’s the secret family recipe.”

When she was elbow-deep in flour, Carson found the courage to say, “Can I ask you a question?” 

“I don’t know how else you’ll learn, sugar.”

“No, it’s not about, um.” Carson’s forehead itched, so she scratched it with the back of her wrist. “Where are your kids? Like, right now, where…are they?”

Maybelle paused in her peeling for a moment, her face softening, then she recommenced with vigour. “I’ve got three kids. The youngest was only just off the tit when I left,” she said. “Martha, she is, she’s nearly three now. My oldest, Stilwell, he’s nine.” She tossed the last apple into the pot and turned to face Carson. “They’ve been my whole life since the day I fell pregnant the first time.”

She sounded almost angry, and Carson stammered, “Yeah, I mean. Of course. I assumed. Yeah.”

To her relief, Maybelle continued. “Jimmy, that’s…that was my guy? He was never good for much, really. Well.” She smirked and picked up a spoon to prod the stewing apples. “He was good for one thing, and he was really good for that. But otherwise.” She sighed. “He’s not a bad guy, really, just not very dependable.”

There was a long enough silence that Carson felt she’d better say something. “How long have you two been married?”

Maybelle’s cheek, all rosy from the steam coming off the cooking apples, dimpled. “Well. We’re not.”

Carson was shocked enough to stop crimping the crust. “Maybelle,” she gasped, looking at her admiringly. 

Maybelle laughed her bubbly laugh. “Well, who was gonna stop me? I earned my own money at my daddy’s farm, and he certainly didn’t want me marrying Jimmy, or anyone else around town, either. The preacher sure as shootin’ didn’t like it, but that didn’t stop him trying to cop a feel at confession, did it? So as far as I can see, it’s between me and God, and God always did seem the forgiving sort.”

Carson shook her head and turned back to the pie crust. “Wow.”

“I told him, I said, ‘Jimmy, I’ve taken care of your children for nine years. You can handle them for three or four months.’”

“And that worked?”

“Who knows?” Maybelle stirred the apples lazily. “But I left them with my daddy just in case. Either Jimmy’ll step up, or he’ll skedaddle. Either one works for me.”

The two of them worked in silence until the filling was ready. Maybelle gently elbowed Carson out of the way so she could pour it in, then Carson carefully put the pie in the oven.

“People don’t give you enough credit, May,” Carson said, as they squatted to peer at the pie beginning to bake.

“I know, honey,” Maybelle said. She swatted Carson with a tea towel and sauntered out of the kitchen. “That’s how I’m able to fleece ‘em for all they’re worth.”

#flufftober2022 #day 13 #flufftober day 13 #aloto #A League of their Own #Carson Shaw #Maybelle Fox

[cosmic-hoboandthehighlander]

Prompt Day 13: wrong

Fandom: Bob’s Burgers

Ship: Tedmort (Teddy/Mort)

Rating/Length: 2,666; E

Tags: Texting, Sexting, Dick Pics, accidental dick pics, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Fluff, text fic, Flufftober 2023, Flufftober

Summary: Mort accidently sends Teddy an inappropriate picture; Teddy won’t let him forget about it

Day thirteen of flufftober 2023: wrong

Authors note: don’t mind me accidentally posting this without a summary like a dummy! I don’t know why I thought this was a good idea, I’m so nervous to post this, it’s too silly.

@flufftober

#tedmort #bobs burgers #caboose writes #flufftober 2023 #flufftober day 13 #smut

[yarn-dragon]

Flufftober day 13! Quinn and Aster invite everyone over for an important occasion

@flufftober

#unprepared casters #unprepared casters fic #uc arc 4 #orb is life #quinn [redacted] #aster [redacted] #russ tauron #bixlebong borple #harley #revenge meatloaf #flufftober #flufftober day 13 #secret family recipe #sharing secert recipies with your new family

[ikaishere]

wrong clothes!

day 13 of flufttober HEHEHEHEHEHEHHE TRIPLE THREAT IN PRETTY TOTK CLOTHES LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

@arecaceae175 thanks for the idea with the wrong clothes, @breannasfluff thanks for suggesting tripple threat!!!

#lu #flufftober 2023 #day 13 #linked universe #lu hyrule #lu wild #lu legend #LU triple threat

[incorrectmarvelquotesss]

— flufftober (day 13) —

Warnings: fluff, pregnancy, talks of pregnancy complications

Prompt: Hot Chocolate (alt2)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

@flufftober || flufftober masterlist

Can be read with Day One

Halloween had barely begun and you had already picked out the perfect tree and bought new sets of ornaments to match your new house decoration for the Holidays. Candles burned and flickered on the walls as you went around the tree, humming to yourself.

It was not time to start decorating. It was too early for you to even put up red stockings, but you did anyway. You were way too early, but you needed something to do. The bedrest that had been prescribed to you was annoying and it let Bucky nag you to sit down without having to make up an excuse.

Being fairly enough energetic at seven months pregnant, you were more likely than not to be found roaming the halls of your home and finding everything and anything to keep yourself preoccupied.

Before it was an issue, it had given Bucky time to hole up in his study to finish up his brief meetings with Sam about the Young Avengers Initiative without having to entertain your boredness. He would come out later to the light citrus smell of cleaning spray and the newly released scent of baked goods.

Though, now, he was scared to death about seeing you up on your feet after a long discussion with Dr. Cho and Dr. Banner about your pregnancy. With the super-soldier serum baby growing in your average human body, it was hard for them to dictate the next steps. They had instantly told you to take lots of rest and eating more than usual would be considered normal.

That was all they knew.

It was all Bucky needed to hear to start becoming more and more protective as the bump grew with the baby. You started glowing with your pregnancy and he found another reason to love you everyday.

He could, however, do without you standing on a ladder to try and secure the star on the tip of the tree. Much less when he had gone out for groceries and a quick drink with Sam on the outskirts of the little town you two had picked to settle in. He froze for just a moment when you went on your goddamn tiptoes to reach further and higher. His heart was pounding and he forced his feet to move.

“Sweets, Y/N, sweetheart.” He exhaled deeply when your heels were back on the step. His hands grasped the metal bars of the short ladder and he looked up at you, willing his heart to slow down from its thundering state. “You can’t—sweets, I love you, I really do. But, couldn’t you wait?”

You grinned down at him, sickeningly sweetly which meant he had fucked up somehow.

“I would have waited,” you started, lowering yourself gently to sit on the step with your feet grazing his thigh now. “But you kept saying you were busy.”

He racked his brain and remembered the few times you had asked him to put up the Christmas tree and all the other decoration that you ordered while seated on his lap in his study.

“In a few days, sweets.”

“Soon.”

“Once Halloween is over.”

“I’ll do it soon, sweets.”

He had good reasons, but those promises had led up to you on a ladder while he was gone out. If you had missed a step, if the ladder had slipped, if you had been climbing down and something happened, he wouldn’t have known. He would have found you on the ground and never would he have forgiven himself for any of it.

“Sweets, get down,” Bucky all but ordered. His voice, as harsh as it was, was somehow just as gentle. Soft and low toned. He had never raised his voice at you and never would. He was better than that. But, god, his biggest nightmare could have been reality today.

Your face lost its smile and your hands went to your bump. Something in his face must have told you exactly what he was thinking about because then you were holding his shoulders and squeezing them lightly as you climbed down slowly and carefully. Once your feet were on the ground, solid hardwood ground, you cupped his face.

“I’m okay,” you whispered, scratching his cheekbone lightly. “We’re okay, James.” The use of his first name released a sigh from his lips. It was your way of saying that what you said was true and real. His shoulders sagged and his eyes fluttered close with your warmth. He felt your forehead press onto his and a light kiss was dropped on his lips.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled against your lips.

You smiled.

“Me, too. I should have waited. I know you would have done it. I’m sorry for the scare.”

His eyes opened and watched another grin appear on your face.

“So, want some hot chocolate?”

He laughed and nodded. For now, he would let you get away with it. Later, when you were taking another nap or a long bath, he would finish the tree and put up the rest of the decorations.

#flufftober 2023 #mcu #bucky barnes x reader #day 13 #prompt alt 2 #marvel cinematic universe #mcu x reader #mcu x y/n #mcu x you #marvel #marvel mcu #bucky barnes x y/n #avenger x reader #bucky barnes x you #james buchanan barnes #james barnes x reader #james barnes x y/n #james barnes x you #bucky barnes #james barnes #james bucky barnes #x reader #x y/n #x you #james buchanan bucky barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes

[arecaceae175]

Flufftober Day 13: Wrong (...) featuring Time, Warriors, Sky, and Wind

This is the debut of by modern AU! It's inspired by the 1980s TV sitcom Full House. Series summary:

Time, a recently widowed father of three, enlists the help of Warriors, his brother, and Sky, his best friend since childhood, to help raise his three children: Twilight, Wild, and Wind. They live next door to Legend and Ravio, who are foster parents to two children, Hyrule and Four. Shenanigans ensue.

(Spoiler: Time's first partner was not Malon. She comes later.)

Summary: Baby Wind calls Warriors his dad. Time, his actual dad, tries not to be upset about it.

455 words, fluff and very mild angst.

Also, Sky uses he/she pronouns here. Everyone else in this snippet is he/him (for now hehehe)

“Dada!” Wind said, little hands grasping toward Warriors.

Warriors, Sky, and Time froze. 

“Uh,” Warriors said, nervously glancing between Wind and Time. Time’s face was blank as he stared at Wind. 

“No, no, I’m Uncle Wars!” Warriors said. He turned Wind around to face Time. 

“That’s your dada!” Warriors said. Wind gurgled and stuck a fist in his mouth. 

“Heh, babies. They don’t know anything,” Warriors said, pulling Wind back to rest on his hip. Wind giggled. 

Sky reached his arms out for Wind. “Yeah! He’s probably just making noise,” Sky said. 

Sky took Wind and rested Wind on her hip. 

“Dada,” Wind mumbled, hands darting into Sky’s hair. 

“Uh,” Sky said. He felt her face go bright red, and he glanced up at Time. “Sorry, kiddo, that’s not me.”

Time sighed and held his hands out for the baby. “It’s alright.” 

Sky handed Wind to Time. Time held Wind closely against his chest and gave him a small smile. 

“Hi, Wind,” Time said. “I haven’t been around much lately, have I?” 

Wind blabbered nonsense and hit his fists on Time’s chest. Warriors and Sky exchanged a sympathetic look. Time’s smile fell and he shook his head, hugging Wind closer to his chest. 

Footsteps thundered down the stairs. Twilight and Wild gleefully ran across the room and skidded to a stop in front of Time. 

“Dad, look! Uncle Wars bought us these!” Twilight said. 

He and Wild spun in a circle with their arms up, showing off their new outfits. Twilight’s outfit was a pair of stylish overalls on top of a striped shirt. Wild’s was a bright pink, knee-length dress with glitter and sequins. Time could see himself cleaning up the debris of the dress for the foreseeable future. Time felt Twilight’s words worm their way into his heart. Dad.

“You two look great!” Time said. He handed Wind to Sky and knelt down in front of the kids, putting a hand on each of their shoulders.

“Seems like I missed a fun day,” Time said. 

“It’s okay dad,” Twilight said. “We know you have to work.” 

Time felt his heart break. His little boy shouldn’t have to be so mature. Time ducked his head for a moment to pull himself together. He looked back up with a wide smile. 

“How about we go out tomorrow, just the four of us?” Time said. Wild and Twilight’s faces both lit up. 

“Yeah!” Wild cheered, then pounced on Time for a hug. Twilight joined in, wrapping his little arms around Time and his brother. 

Time held them close and let his cheek rest on Wild’s messy hair. He might not be around as much as he wanted, but at least his boys knew they were loved.

@flufftober

#flufftober2023 #day 13 #wrong ... #linked universe #lu time #lu warriors #lu sky #lu wild #lu twilight #lu wind #flufftober #full house au #fh au #modern au #bigender sky

[woncon]

Flufftober Day 13

Wrong Conversion

🍁 riki x gn!reader

🍁 special thanks to @honeytwo for helping me translate this into english, correcting my grammar and other mistakes. thank you for everything! °♡̷•.

🍁 flufftober masterlist | main masterlist

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Your fingers throw sparks and turn grotesquely towards the back of your hand. Your face keeps twitching. Riki gently grabs your shoulder.

"Are you alright?"

"I don't know." You straighten your features, able to hold the tray with two hands again. "I'm going to do a safety check."

It wouldn't be the first time that the café's waiter android has broken down, but you're a model of the latest generation. The boss was very proud to tell the boy that you are an excellent worker, have a full emotional panel built into you, speak fifteen languages and are able to make fourty different kinds of coffee with precision.

Still, all this must be quite a strain on you, you've had a lot of sudden sparks in the last month, and it's kept you stuck at work. Fortunately, it usually happened behind the counter, so customers didn't have to complain or worry. You're not dangerous, you haven't had any problems with any of your biocomponents so far, the mechanic said you're working perfectly. You're just a bit temperamental.

"No discrepancies or errors since my last backup. My battery is at 86% charge. Oh-" Your face twitches again as your eyes stare off into the distance. "I noticed a difference in my emotional set."

"What about your emotions?"

"I've used 56% of my emotion pool so far. I've felt happiness, disappointment, disgust, anger, uncertainty, confusion, frustration, and fear. The emotions of insecurity, confusion and frustration are programmed out of order, so I use them incorrectly. Should I finish the conversion?"

Riki would have to ask permission from the boss to do this, but knowing that it would end the strange sparking and twitching, he agrees.

In less than a minute you complete the task, the yellow LED circle spinning peacefully at your temples.

"The operation is complete." Your gaze slides to the boy's hand, who is still holding your upper arm.

You react in a truly human way, your synthetic complexion flushed with a darker shade of blush, your lips parted gently, then you take a step back.

"Can I get back to my work?" You bat your eyes coyly. The proximity of the other has made you self-conscious.

At this moment Riki is very interested in the fullness of the emotional panel... and whether you are capable of feeling a complex emotion of which you know only the components, not the concept itself. For example, love.

Specifically, love.

flufftober taglist (send an ask! <3)

@jaeheekangslover

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[bbgthoma]

— DAY 13 ; HALLOWEEN THEMED COOKIES black butler x gn!reader

ft. sebastian michaelis, edward midford, snake, prince soma, vincent phantomhive

cw. a little suggestive with vincent

a/n. finally wrote black butler fic/scenario/etc

KINK/FLUFFTOBER

❧ SEBASTIAN’s favorite would without any doubt be cookies shaped like cats but since it’s supposed to be halloween themed, he’d make black cats. he’d adore making them with you but he’d cry watching you eat them, he’d get truly heartbroken.

❧ EDWARD would make cute cookies like little pumpkins or stuff like that because he would bring some for lizzy. he would also help you out when you’re struggling with making anything like for example mixing the product because your hands got tired or anything like that.

❧ SNAKE would either way make mouse shaped cookies. he says that his snakes would like it this way. and he thinks it would be matching with sebastian’s cat shaped cookies. he would most likely not know how to make them so he’d carefully listen to you explaining.

❧ SOMA would make anything as long as he’s with you. he adores spending time with you and loves seeing you smile. he would go show it to agni and be so proud of himself and tell him how you helped him a lot and how it was fun.

❧ VINCENT would honestly not know how to cook. and what he would do the most is just touch you around instead of helping you out or at least listen to your instructions. and when you’re done, you’d ground him for not helping you and he’d just beg you to let him eat your delicious cookies.

#✓ day 13 #☕︎ flufftober #sebastian michaelis #edward midford #snake #prince soma #vincent phantomhive #sebastian michaelis x you #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian michaelis x y/n #edward midford x you #edward midford x reader #edward midford x y/n #snake x you #snake x reader #snake x y/n #prince soma x you #prince soma x reader #prince soma x y/n #vincent phantomhive x you #vincent phantomhive x reader #vincent phantomhive x y/n #black butler #black butler x reader #black butler x y/n #black butler x you

[ltwharfy]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Bob's Burgers (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Louise Belcher/Rudolph "Regular Sized Rudy" Stieblitz Characters: Louise Belcher, Rudolph "Regular Sized Rudy" Stieblitz Additional Tags: Anniversary, Established Relationship, Reminiscing, Kissing, Fluff, Sappy Ending, Banter, Humor, Romance, chock full of callbacks, Flufftober 2023, Future Fic, Aged-Up Character(s) Summary:

Fifteen-year-old Rudy gives Louise a gift to celebrate the first anniversary of their first date. Louise does not agree that it is their first anniversary.

Written for Flufftober 2023 prompt Day 13 “wrong”, in this case “wrong anniversary date”.

(It’s still the 12th where I live, but it’s the 13th according to AO3 and I just can’t wait any long to share this big, fluffy, sappy celebration of Roudise!)

@flufftober

#flufftober 2023 #day 13 #bob's burgers #roudise #louwheeze #louise belcher x regular sized rudy

[snailsandpuppy-dogtails]

Long Enough

@flufftober day 13 Wrong... Garvez WC: 1,063 Ao3 Game Night revelations.

“Mmmm,” half of Luke’s face twists up, smiling, and slowly he shakes his head, “thaaat’s…not right.”

Penelope, who had just been expressively divulging to the group ‘The first compliment you ever gave the person to your right’ as the card she’d pulled from the deck in front of her indicated, sputtered to a stop. “Excuse me?”

“That’s not it” he repeats, smiling, but not explaining. 

The gall of that infuriating man. Sitting there smirking at her with his twinkly eyes and his little dimpled cheeks teasing her. He was lucky she loved him. 

Spencer broke in, hoping to clarify, “Ah, I think what Luke’s saying is that some part is incorrect-“

“I’m saying, that’s not it. You’re wrong.” 

“Wr- WRONG!? I am not wrong. In fact I am so right! You non-stop moped and complained about me until that day and then you tried to gloat! ‘Hey Penelope, you realize that’s the first time-“ she mocked in a not especially Luke-like voice.   

His arm curled around her back as he leaned over kissing her cheek, “You’re very cute, and that was a big step, but you saying you were glad I was part of the team was not the first compliment you gave me. We didn’t work together yet, it wasn’t the elevator and it wasn’t you using my name instead of ‘Newbie’. ” Luke’s vision shifts to some vague point, obviously watching a memory he has in his head. “Huh. Funny…I always did wonder if you remembered me and were just too stubborn to say anything. I guess you really didn’t.”   

JJ shifted, kicking a slim leg over her knee, and leaned forward, bringing her wine glass up to her mouth, cooing, “Oooh, juicy. Do tell,”

“Well? You have our attention,” Tara prompted. 

Matt, who apparently already knew the story, crossed his arms, silently chuckling and looked pointedly down at the ground instead of at his wife who smacked him with the back of her hand. 

Penelope, realizing he wasn’t messing with her, sat there with blinking eyes, mouth slightly agape, wracking her brain for the magical moment of which he could possibly be referring to. 

This moment. He loved this moment. The first time they met and Penelope flirted with him and he had to regret he couldn’t get to know the delightfully clumsy and bold woman whose path he darted in to. It’s what gave him a thread of hope all that time that she’d warm up to him eventually…

Luke looked up finding Penelope’s eyes instantly, sinking into them like an old chair, and started his story, calm, warm, happy he finally had a chance to reveal the secret of his drive. “It was at Lunacorn, six years ago. I was still with the FTF, stopping in for a debrief on a suspect and had some time to kill before I was due. I saw the shop and decided “what the heck, coffee’s coffee.” Waiting, I had seen you, hot pink coat, bright blue feathers sticking out of your hair, but then my order was up and I had to go. As I was headed out of the door a few other orders were called, busy morning, steaming cups, unstable lids, all I know is suddenly the most vibrant woman I’ve ever seen is slipping and I’m flying to catch her. I was just able to brace your head before it smacked the ground. And you know what your first words to me were?” 

Penelope’s eyes grew to the size of saucers, jaw going slack. She did know. But that wasn’t him. Her cheeks heated, was that him?

“They were the very cheesy, very adorable, ‘Please tell me I’m dead and you’ve been sent to help me adjust to the afterlife.’ 

“I don’t talk like that-“ 

“I assured you that you hadn’t died, asked you if you were ok, and told you I’d seen you falling and tried to stop it, but hadn’t quite made it in time.” Luke’s face broke open, smile doubling in delight, and then you said,” 

Penelope buried her face in her hands mumbling her embarrassment, she remembered exactly what she’d said next. 

‘Lucky me, my very own tall dark and delicious Prince Charming, swooping in to aid a distressed damsel,’ I couldn’t think of a response, I just sat there staring, dumbly. No one’s ever talked to me like you. But then your phone rang, and your face fell…and you sat up, straightening out your dress, pushing off my shoulder excusing yourself, and left me there.” 

“If you didn’t hit your head, why didn’t you recognize Luke?” Kristy broke the silence. 

Luke chuckled looking at Kristy, “I might have been undercover, but I thought she would have recognized me, I wasn’t that different.” 

“His hair was…poof!” Penelope made an explosive motion from her head up and out, “Like a porcupine! And BLOND! HE WAS BLOND!”

“I wasn’t blond-“

“And wearing one of those cream, open-knit sort of beachy sweaters…and sunglasses!” That last part she directed at Luke accusatorially. “How am I supposed to recognize you when half your face is covered?” Petulantly, she continued, talking more to herself than anyone in the room, “and your hair- was- completely different, and everything you were wearing was totally unyou-like, like nothing you’ve ever worn… ” 

“Well, it sounds like it was a good disguise.” Tara smirked across the table. 

Penelope, much like Kristy, now wapped Luke’s shoulder with the back of her hand, “Why didn’t you say anything?!” 

Six years. For six years he’d known that they’d met prior to his joining the team, that he saved her, and that she embarrassingly hit on him. Twice. And he’d kept it to himself this whole time. 

Shrugging, he kept his secretive smile, “You weren’t ready to like me yet, it wouldn’t have made a difference. But at least I knew you could like me, that you did…I could wait.”

Leaning in, Penelope snaked her hands around his neck, “Oh? And what if I never came around?”

Grinning, his arms encircled her in a reciprocating hold, Luke teasing back, “I was already growing my hair out, two more months and I was dying it blond.” Her nose crinkled and a laugh escaped as she was pulled into a kiss promptly followed up with boos and jeers at their mushy display, but neither cared, they’d each waited long enough.

#flufftober 2023 #day 13 Wrong... #criminal minds #garvez #luke alvez #penelope garcia #spencer reid #matt simmons #jj #tara lewis #kristy simmons #fluff #snails tales #ao3 #fan fiction

[ctrsara]

Let it Storm

It's a time of the year for MJ, and Peter has been gone nearly all week. Late-night, poor-reception phone calls are not doing the trick. He does his best to offer some comfort from afar.

Part of my @comfortember 2023 series, and probably set in the same universe as The Comforts of Home (in this same series) but set earlier in that timeline.

This story is a gift for @yes-i-am-happyaspie - You deserve all the comfort on your own "stormy days, friend!" <3

2023 Prompts: @comfortember 11 - Comfort Show/Movie, 14 - Late Night Phone Calls, 15 - Plushies, 18 - Cuddles, 25 - Rain. @flufftober : 8: Rainy Day 24: Melting Emoji Cozytober: The sound of rain, movies on a chilly day

#comfortember 2023 #11-Comfort Show/Movie #13-Late Night Phone Calls #15-Plushies #18-Cuddles #25-Rain #flufftober 2023 #Rainy Day #Melting Emoji #Cozytober #adult peter parker #peter parker #michelle jones #marvel mcu

[sofya-fanfics]

Secret Family Recipe

My Flufftober 2022 contribution for the prompt : Secret Family Recipe.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : Soma added the spices to the sauce and poured it on the meat. He smiled. It was finally ready. He took the plates and he headed for the dining room, where Erina was waiting for him.

Disclaimer : Food Wars! belongs to Yūto Tsukuda, Shun Saeki and Yuki Morisaki.

@flufftober​​

AO3 / FF.NET

Soma added the spices to the sauce and poured it on the meat. He smiled. It was finally ready. He took the plates and he headed for the dining room, where Erina was waiting for him. He put the plates on the table and sat down in front of her. He was both anxious and impatient to know if she would like the dinner he had prepared. It was the first time he had cooked for her except when he he had competed in a Shokugeki.

They had been a couple for two months and Soma wanted to do something special for her. Preparing dinner was not an easy task because of her God's Tongue.

Erina took a bite and ate. Soma watched her, waiting for her reaction. He had the feeling that Erina was having fun making him wait. She put her fork on the plate and she smirked.

“Not bad.”

Soma could not help smiling. He knew her well and he knew she was teasing him. She had found his dish excellent, but she did not want to tell him. It does not matter, he thought. This time, he would not say anything. She took her fork again and tasted another piece. She frowned and thought.

“It's strange,” she said. “I can smell all the ingredients, but I feel like there is something more.”

She closed her eyes, concentrating on the taste.

“I can't find what it is.”

She opened her eyes and she saw Soma smiling playfully. It was rare that Erina's God's Tongue couldn't find the ingredients of a recipe.

“What did you add ?”

“It is the secret ingredient of a family recipe.”

Soma remembered that day when he had learned this recipe. He was only seven years old and like every day, he watched his father cook. This day was important for Joichiro. It was his wedding anniversary and he had organized a special evening for him and Tamako. As he cooked, he showed each step of the recipe to Soma, who was focused on what his father was doing.

“I added a secret ingredient to the recipe,” Joichiro said.

Soma looked at him, puzzled. He had seen nothing. What could his father have added ?

“The secret ingredient is love.”

Soma was disappointed. The little boy felt like his father was making fun of him.

“It's not an ingredient,” he said, sulkily.

Joichiro knelt down and ruffled his son’s hair.

“When you'll cook for the woman you'll love, you'll understand.”

Soma looked at Erina and smiled. When he had met her, he had understood what his father meant.

The end

#flufftober #flufftober2022 #day 13 #food wars #Shokugeki no Soma #Sorina #soueri #soma x erina #soma yukihira #erina nakiri #sorina fanfiction #fanfiction #My writing

[rainbowfey]

Day 13: Wrong Brother

@flufftober

A gust of wind hit Madara right in the face and he let out an exasperated sigh when yet another leaf got stuck in his hair. With a frown, he grabbed the already bone dry, brown culprit that fell apart in his hands, leaving a myriad of tiny pieces sticking to his skin. He impatiently wiped his hands on his pants, transferring the massacred leaf to the dark fabric of his pants. He paused and stared down at the mess he had created. One leaf on its own surely wouldn’t have been noticeable but it turned out that his long hair was quite the magnet for falling leaves. And thus, he had repeated this process often enough for his pants to look more like he had fallen into a pile of leaves. Repeatedly. Relentlessly.

Madara groaned and tried to suppress the urge to stamp his foot on the ground. Only the thought that he’d look like an angry little kid kept him from actually doing it and so he left it at clenching his fists. There were better and worse days – and there were restless days. Days that felt like the world was spinning around him while he was stuck in the same place. He didn’t know where this unnerving inner unrest came from and he wasn’t entirely sure whether he even wanted to know. He had the vague inkling that he wouldn’t like what he’d find out about himself if he bothered to get to the bottom of this.  

As if the sky had sensed his inner turmoil, wind started howling between the buildings once again. Madara dodged another leaf that boldly tumbled towards him, shielding his face with his arm, and headed for the building at the end of the street. The dim light below the cloud-covered sky made the Hokage residence seem like a giant looming over him. Even after all this time, Madara still wasn’t used to hanging out at this very official looking place. But since Hashirama lived there, he had no choice.

After what felt like an eternity, Madara had finally braved the storm and slipped through the door of the residence. As if it wanted to grab him, another gust of wind came through the open door and Madara quickly threw it shut, locking the inhospitable weather out. He shuddered involuntarily and sighed in relief when the warmth inside the building slowly started making its way through his damp clothes. The hallways of the building were only partially lit, just enough so that he wouldn’t walk into any walls. For a brief moment, he was thankful that he had visited Hashirama often enough so that he would probably find his way even in the dark. He followed the hallways at a smart pace, ignoring all the doors that led to other rooms. He had to make it to the other side of the building in order to get to Hashirama’s rooms. Out of nowhere, the thought crossed his mind that his friend might not even be at home but he quickly shook it off. Nevertheless, relief arose in him when he saw the faint light under Hashirama’s door. Madara knocked twice.

It took Hashirama quite a while to get to the door. Madara had already lifted his hand to knock again when Hashirama’s face finally appeared in front of him, coincidentally at the same spot where he had just wanted to knock. Hashirama stared at his fist hanging in the air for a moment before a bright smile appeared on his face.

“Madara!” he called out. “I didn’t expect you. Did we plan on hanging out?”

For a split second, Madara considered teasing him by pretending Hashirama had forgotten yet another of their hangouts. But on a day like this, he didn’t even feel like causing mischief – which was rather worrying in itself – and thus, he shook his head. “No, I just felt like coming over,” he said with a shrug.

Hashirama tore the door open and invited him in with a welcoming gesture. “Make yourself at home,” he said, beaming. Then he scurried over to the crackling fire in his rather luscious fireplace and stirred it while Madara closed the door behind himself.

“Want some tea?” Hashirama asked while already heading for the kitchen. “Maybe some cookies?”

Madara stared at him and contemplated whether he had to keep up the façade. But it turned out that his restless days also seemed to come with a certain weakness and so he shook his head once, only to nod once afterwards.

“So, no tea, but you’d like some cookies?” Hashirama asked affirmingly, awaiting his reply.

Madara hesitated but he knew that Hashirama wouldn’t let him off the hook that easily. “Yes, I’d like a cookie,” he finally grumbled, shooting Hashirama a defiant look.

Hashirama grinned to himself and dove into his spacious kitchen. Madara took a seat on the enormous sofa in front of the fireplace, stretching out his damp jacket down next to him in hopes that it would dry quickly. Only a minute later, Hashirama returned with a plate of cookies. He offered them to him and Madara took one, swallowing his dignity in the process. Avoiding Hashirama’s amused gaze, he took a bite of the cookie and to his surprise, the cookie was definitely worth it. So much so that he grabbed a second one after he had eaten the first cookie.

For a couple of minutes, they both munched on the cookies, the fireplace crackling peacefully in front of them. Hashirama chewed slowly, his eyes closed with relish. Madara decided to follow suit and also closed his eyes, carefully listening to his inner voice. But while everything around him was entirely calm and peaceful, he still felt turmoil raving inside of him.

He sighed audibly and opened his eyes again. The sight of the storm raging outside of Hashirama’s window caught his eye. Wind whipped a myriad of raindrops against the glass, seemingly trying to smash it in. The hard patter of rain almost drowned out the crackling of the fire and suddenly, Madara felt a shiver run down his spine. He only noticed after a while that Hashirama was looking at him, his face twisted with concern.

“What’s the matter?” Hashirama asked carefully. “You seem unwell.”

Madara shrugged. “I don’t really know,” he admitted, his voice sounding weary. “I just can’t seem to calm down.”

Hashirama tilted his head to one side and eyed him thoughtfully. “Is something bothering you? Maybe you’re worried because of something?”

This time, Madara shook his head more emphatically. “No, everything’s fine. I just feel … restless all the time.” He returned Hashirama’s look, noticing the concern in his dark eyes. And suddenly, another face appeared in front of his inner eye. A pale face with red markings and the most expressive eyes he had ever seen.

Hashirama raised an eyebrow at his absentminded gaze. “Is something wrong?” he asked.

“No, nothing,” Madara replied quickly. But in his mind, a soft voice whispered ‘You went to the wrong brother’. He could almost feel Tobirama’s piercing gaze on him and suddenly, the pieces fell into place. He hastily got up and grabbed his jacket. Hashirama’s eyes widened and he looked at him askingly.

“I just realized something,” Madara said quickly. “I’ll get going. Thanks for the cookies!” And while Hashirama still stared at him stunned, Madara hurried towards the door, mentally preparing himself for braving the storm once again – but this time heading in a different direction. A direction that would lead him towards the one person whose presence gave him a peace of mind that he had never found anywhere else.

#flufftober 2023 #day 13 #naruto #madara x tobirama #hashirama senju #madara uchiha #storm #fireplace #cookies #fluff #naruto fanfiction #fanfic #writing

[foxboyclit]

you are my daily meal

for day 13 of @flufftober, in which Iphis has Food Issues, enjoy a bit of angst thrown in there.

up on ao3 here!

When Iphis did not show up for breakfast, it was presumed he’d overslept. Seeing him after, in the full swing of his morning routine was a little odd, for he usually eased into the day with a cup of tea, but it was reasonable that his stomach was not awake yet. The only indicator that something was off was the trembling of his hands, although even that went unnoticed by most. 

It was the first thing to catch Minisstra’s eye when their paths crossed. He’d tried to hide it by clasping them together, but it was too late; not like he could hide anything from her in the first place. She took Iphis’ hands in her own, and he avoided her eye.

“Why haven’t you eaten?” Her voice, soft as a spider, had an edge woven in; he knew an order waited on her tongue. 

“I wasn’t hungry.” not untrue, the thought of any food in front of him turned his stomach. The reason why, he doubted she’d understand. 

“Well, it’s clear you are now. You will find something to eat, lince’sa. Understood?” 

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good.” her touch lingered a half second longer, and then she was gone.

He knew she was right, and that she was just trying to care for him. But not even the sharpest command could silence the tiny voice in his head, tucked away yet ever so persistent.

You remember what happened last time, why would they stop at one attempt? 

Iphis waved it off, for now.

Skipping lunch entirely was not an option, it’d raise too much suspicion, so there he sat with a mostly untouched plate in front of him. Oh, what a taunt it served to the little voice. Anytime he took a bite, it would scream for him to spit it out. 

The taste is wrong. The texture’s all wrong. It’s not safe to eat.

Before he knew it, the table had been all but cleared; Minisstra was still there, and there was no getting out of this.

“Tell me, what has killed your appetite?” he dared a glance at her; her expression rested perfectly neutral, with that flicker of inquisitiveness in her eye. The flicker, he knew, that could not be snuffed by anything short of the truth. 

Iphis sucked in a breath, “It’s been this way since…since the last meal I can recall,” half-heartedly nudged a bit of food with his fork, “I just can’t bring myself to eat.”

She nodded slowly, “I see. I may have something for this, if you’ll excuse me.” 

She returned from the kitchens carrying a bowl of something hot and fragrant. Placing it in front of him, Iphis saw that it was some kind of mushroom soup; simple, yet the most enticing dish he’d been served as of late.  And, of course, if Minisstra was feeding it to him, it had to be safe. He sipped, cautiously at first, but this didn’t upset his stomach, and the voice in the back of his mind was finally quiet. He finished it off, relieved to have calmed nerves and an easy meal. 

“Is there any ailment that can’t be cured with a good broth?”, Iphis mused, “you always know how to care for me.”

Minisstra smiled, warmer than any meal could offer, “it’s simply my job to care for my pets.”

#flufftober 2023 #day 13 #dungeons and dragons #original characters #c: iphis nydalla #c: minisstra eradia nydalla #fox's writing