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cumulo-stratus · 7 months

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I'll Remember For Us

(GIF NOT MINE)

Pairing: spencer reid x Male!badass!reader

Description: the team goes to Los Angeles, in august and y/n ( the ever emotionless and stone cold profiler with a soft spot for spencer) is chasing an unsub when he fights with the unsub and falls, getting a concussion and fractured wrist, spencer is there for him. (no prior romantic relationship, just friends)

Warnings: possible swearing, lemme know if theres anything else

Flufftober day 3: injured/sick

6 Hours Ago:

Y/ns legs burned as he chased the hooded man through the stairwell, the unsub only a few feet ahead of him now. Finally the hooded man reached a dead end and turned around, preparing for a fight. And so, they fought.

Present:

JJ watched y/ns curled frame up from from across the hospital room. His shoulders gently shook as he cried. JJ sighed as hotch walked into the room, a hospital report in his hands. “They say he’s got a moderately severe concussion, so he’s gonna be pretty out of it and he’s got some amnesia, and a fractured wrist and elbow.” Hotch said quietly. “he’s lucky its not worse..” JJ was cut off though, y/ns unusually unsure voice floated across the room as he asked “where’s spencer” Y/n whined with a wobbly lip type voice like that of a small child trying not to cry. Jj looked up at a Hotch with her eyebrows knitted together in concern "He's on his way- remember?" JJ used the sweet motherly voice she often used with her children. Y/n whined again and said quietly "i dont think he likes me anymore.." with the saddest face JJ and Hotch had ever seen.

"Where are y/ns clothes? The nurse let me know that we can leave whenever." Hotch asked Jj while still keeping a watchful eye on the curled up frame across the room.

"He only has work slacks and button up-" jj responded

"I'll get him something to wear"

jj vaguely heard Hotch ask about a nearby store to a nurse as Spencer finally walked in, his cardigan draped over his arms and tie roughly loosened around his neck. Jj just nodded at him as he walked past her and to the side of the bed y/n lies on. Spencer approached slowly and when y/n looked up he looked relieved to finally see Spencer.

"Spencer.. I thought you didn't like me anymore" Spencer was caught off guard at how meek and unsure y/ns voice was, but hid it for y/ns sake. "oh y/n, I'll always like you" Spencer lowered himself into a half squat to be at y/ns level as he said this.

JJ watched from across the room as Spencer gave y/n small reassurances in a soft and gentle voice. And as Spencer reached out to rub y/ns arm lovingly, Derek walks in and was stopped in his tracks at the scene in front of him. Spencer had now climbed onto the bed next to y/n, between him and the rest of the room. As if protecting him. Spencer was slouched down to y/ns level, his thumb rubbing small, comforting circles on his hand. Y/n leaned onto Spencer's should as they spoke. This is the same man who had once given Derek the cold shoulder for a week when he asked y/n to give him a smile. Morgan looked at jj confused and jj just shrugged, before suggesting they leave and call Penelope to make sure she knows he okay.

"My shoulder hurts Spencer" y/n said with his eyes closed in a meek voice. "I know it does love, but the pain medication will take effect in a couple minutes, okay?" Spencer handled the out of it y/n with ease, knowing what to say and what to do in perfect time. Y/n whined into spencers chest and said “i cant remember anything spencer- whats my birthday?”. Spencer chuckled quietly at y/n’s worries and responds in a gentle, loving voice “dont worry y/n, i can remember for both of us. And your birthday is (your birthday).”

y/n hugged spencer as a silent thank you for his willingness to be there. And as y/ns eyes began to drift closed, getting heavier and heavier spencer mumbled to himself “ill remember for both of us..” with a small on his lips.

The End

#bau #criminal minds #bau team #spencer reid #derek morgan #jenifer jareau #arron hotchner #spencer reid x male reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x badass! reader #cute #fluff #flufftober #flufftober 2023 #flufftober day 3

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scholastic-dragon · 2 years

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Flufftober Day 3: Thick as Thieves

Raphael x Gn!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: friends to lovers, pining, slow burn, Raph's got a crush, good moments between Raph and Don, spelling mistakes, Vern makes a bad comment (he apologizes),

Summary: You and Raph are friends - no, best friends - and despite what everyone thinks, there’s no feelings between you two...right?

You remember the night you met the boys as if it only happened yesterday.

Your best friend April had finally opened up about her "extended family" and you were shocked to say the least.

But you quickly realized these were the sweetest, kindest, and most amazing men you'd ever met.

Well, almost. Raphael was quite distant for a good portion of the evening, only saying a few words here and there.

After they left, April said they were a bit suspicious of you because they didn't often meet people. You understood and never pushed them beyond just simple conversation.

Donnie and Mikey warmed up very quickly and you'd spent countless hours playing Mario cart with them. Leo finally started smiling when you talked with him, but Raph was still a little aloof. You never pressed, giving him his space, he'd open up eventually.

It wasn't until about 2 months later that you'd been invited to a Halloween party at Vern's penthouse.

You had a fun night, you finally met Casey, April's boyfriend, and realized very quickly that Vern was a player.

The boys were there, but they weren't wearing costumes, simply wearing their normal gear. You brought it up, not judging or mean, just asking if they had costumes.

A drunk Vern answered. "They don't need costumes, look at 'em! Already look kinda freaky,"

The group went quiet, in shock that Vern, their friend had said something so rude. April was clearly ready to beat his ass, Casey put his arm around her to stop her. Donnie's jaw dropped, glasses slipping down his nose. Leo's haw dropped, drink almost slipping from his hand. Mikey looked the most pained out of them all, wondering how a friend could say something like that.

Just as Raph opened his mouth to yell, you started ripping Vern a new asshole. Saying they weren't freaky or weird and that they were more man than Vern would ever hope to be.

Vern said nothing, just nodded and left the conversation, knowing he was drunk and needed to step back. The boys thanked you before mingling with the other party goers, wanting to forget the whole ordeal.

Raph approached you with an awkward smile. "Uh, thanks, for what you said to Vern. It's not often people stick up for us like that,"

"I wasn't just going to let him bully you like that, no one deserves to be treated like that," You smile, noticing how his shoulders ever so slightly tensed at the mention of him deserving better. "But you never answered my question, do you guys have costumes?"

"Uh, no, we weren't originally going to come, but Mikey was complaining the whole time while we were out and with all the heavy crowds it would've just made patrol ten times harder-" He rambled on, saying more words than he ever meant to. Talking just felt so easy with you, you engaged and listened to every word he said.

The next day Vern (thankfully sober) profusely apologized to the boys, saying he didn’t mean any of it and it’ll never happen again. April still punch his shoulder with a warning that if he ever said something like that again he’d get his ass beat into the ground.

He got your number that night and you've texted every day since then. You have a lot in common and have the same type of humor. Raph felt as ease around you, like he could talk about everything and nothing and he wouldn't get judged about it.

But after a few weeks he suddenly started feeling strange. He'd stare for longer than he'd mean to. He started to notice your deodorant and shampoo and he could tell when you changed it. He found any and all excuses to be around you or touch you: walking by? Hand on arm. Sitting on the couch? Arm on the back across your shoulders. Hair in your face? Gently moving it behind your ear.

The others started to notice, Mikey making the most annoying comments.

"You obviously like them!"

He didn't do these things because he liked you. He did them because 1. It felt nice to have physical contact with someone. 2. You didn't flinch or pull away when he reached for you.

You were his best friend. His most trusted confidante.

I mean sure you were very good looking, but everybody knew that. And you had very big eyes, that he admittedly liked to look at. And he really liked hearing you laugh, especially when you'd touch his arm after he told you a funny story.

But it wasn't a crush. It didn't feel like a crush. Okay, well, he didn't know what a crush was supposed to feel like but it didn't feel like how it normally did in the movies.

Raph tossed and turned in bed, running his hands down his mask less face. Sleep was evading him for the third time this week. His thoughts consistently about you.

Glancing at his nightstand, he reached for his phone, groaning at the time. 3:52 AM.

He needed to get up and take a breath. A cold glass of water should do him some good.

He rose from his bed, being careful not to trip over anything in the dark. The lair was quiet as he padded to the kitchen, the lights were always kept on incase one of the boys wanted a midnight snack.

Entering the kitchen, Raph paused seeing Donnie sitting at the dining table. They both awkwardly stared at each other for a moment, before Raph cleared his throat.

"I'd ask if ya can't sleep, but it's clear from your coffee cup that ya haven't even gone to bed yet," Raph walked over to the cabinet, getting a glass and filling it in the sink.

Donnie snorted, taking a sip from his mug. "If we're guessing why the others up then I'm going to say you've got something on your mind,"

"It's nothin' just....just some sleep troubles," Raph downed the half full glass in one gulp, gently setting the glass cup in the sink.

"Talking about it might help," Raph rolled his eyes, turning to face Donnie, leaning against the counter.

Donnie had always been a gossip, he'd never spill anything you told him, but he was annoyingly pushy and nosey.

"If I tell you, will you shut up?" At Donnie's nod, Raph sighs. "I'm thinking about Y/n,"

"Ah," Donnie gets an excited glimmer in his eyes. "You finally gained the courage to ask them out?"

"What? No!" Raph scoffed, rolling his shoulders and crossing his arms. "It's not like that,"

"It's not like that?" Donnie mimics, lowering his head to glance at Raph over his glasses.

"Yeah, we're best friends, nothing more,"

Donnie rolled his eyes, glancing at the ceiling. "Please tell me you're joking,"

"What're ya talkin' about?" Raph raised a brow, feeling his guard start to go up.

Donnie held his mug between his hands, easily dwarfing the cup, almost laughing as he spoke. "It's so obvious you have a crush on them-"

"I don't have a crush on them! They're my best friend!" Raph interrupted, unable to help himself. "This is exactly how Mikey treated April when they first met,"

"Yeah, except Mikey got over it and now sees her as a sister, you, my friend, have not," Putting his elbow on the table he leaned his chin on his palm.

"It's not a crush,"

"You know what, you're right," Donnie took a sip of his coffee, looking away from Raph and licking his lips.

It was never a good thing when Donnie admitted someone else was right and didn't put up a fight. A smirk formed on his face, setting down the mug and glancing back to Raph.

"You're right, Raph, it's not a crush," Donnie leaned forward, both elbows on the table. "You love them,"

"Watch your-" Raph took several steps forward, pointing an angry finger at him.

"Shh, don't want to wake up the others, do you?" Donnie calmly whispered. Raph clamped his mouth shut.

When Donnie had mentioned 'love' his chest got tight and his knees started to shake. Surly he wasn't in love with you: he couldn't even tell if he had a crush on you.

Raph sighed, pulling out a chair and sitting across from Donnie, leaning in with a quiet voice.

"I'll tell ya if you promise to keep it between us," Raph holds out his arm, second finger up.

Donnie smirks, putting his second finger around Raph's (their version of a pinky promise). "Deal, I won't say anything,"

"I-I....I think I have feelings for Y/n, but I don't know, it-it doesn't feel like a crush," Raph sits back in the chair, looking at his lap, rubbing his hands together.

"What do you mean?" Donnie calmly says, noticing how honest and scared Raph's tone is.

"In all the movies and stuff, people say it's like butterflies and you can't talk when you're around them, and stuff, but I don't feel that. I'm calm and I feel like I can talk to them about anything," Raph vents, honest to god vents for one of the first times in his life.

Donnie stays silent, allowing him to get it all out. They'd always been close, having the occasional moment or late nights like this, but Donnie felt good knowing Raph felt comfortable enough to tell him.

Raph sighed, glancing up at Donnie. "Alright, say your smart speech, I know you're dyin' too,"

"Some romance experts say that it's a mix between all those things, but most say that you should feel calm around them, like they're a breath of fresh air," Donnie pauses to take a sip of his coffee, grimacing when he realized it was luke-warm.

Raph nodded, licking his lips, his pulse quickening. "So, you're saying it is a crush?"

Donnie shrugged, leaning back in his chair. "I can't tell you how you feel, Raph. I can tell you what I see, from both you and Y/n, but you're the only one who's going to know,"

"But I don't know! And what if I'm wrong?" Raph rubs his head, getting upset. "What if I ask them out and they say no or what if we go on a date and I realize I don't like them and then I've ruined our friendship?"

"I think..." Donnie pushed his glasses up his nose. "You are way too stressed over this situation to not have feelings for them. Just, think about it, not just what you feel, but what you want. Do you want to go on dates with them? Hold hands? Kiss them? That stuff should tell you whether you like them,"

Raph almost took his questions seriously, but quickly shut his mouth before he answered. Raph laughed quietly, running a hand across his bald head.

"I think you should go get some sleep," Donnie snorted. "You look exhausted,"

"Speak fer yourself, genius," Even with the insults, Raph nodded, standing from the chair, it squeaking against the floor. "Thanks for listenin', Don," He mumbles, looking at the floor.

"Anytime," Donnie leans forward, lightly punching Raph's arm. They both laugh softly before Raph sighs and heads back to bed.

Laying down he pulls his comforter to his neck, rolling on his side, thinking about what Don had said.

Did he want to take you on dates? What kind of dates would he even be able to go on? Movie nights with cheesy rom-coms that you laugh at every time? Walks in the park while you wear something that he made you?

Hold your very small and very soft hands? He's not sure if he could given he only had two fingers. Did he want to kiss your lips? The ones that always have lip balm on, that smell like strawberry and frame your smile.

He sighed, picking up his phone and going to his photos. On your birthday you’d taken a selfie with him, one of the only pictures he had of himself and you were in it.

You had such a bright smile.

He opened up your messages, feeling an inner battle brewing. Taking a deep breath, he made up his mind.

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Early Monday morning you’re up before 5 getting ready for work; while brushing your teeth, your phone goes off. Rinsing your mouth you open your phone expecting to see Raph’s ‘good morning’ message. Instead, Donnie’s name pops up; raising an eyebrow you open the message.

Donnie: called it, Raph admitted he has feelings for you, expect a phone call or text in the next twelve hours, pay up $$$

Your face warmed, a grin breaking out across your face. A few weeks ago, Mikey had started to make comments about you and Raph, and how strangely close you guys were. You brushed it off, not thinking too much into it, Mikey always teased you. Then Donnie and Leo both started making comments as well, Donnie took pity of your blushing face and told you it was obvious Raph had a crush on you.

And Donnie, being the little shit he is, made it a bet. And now you owed him 50 bucks.

Even as your PayPal hurt sending the money to him, your grin got even wider seeing another message pop up.

Raph <3: Hey, wanna hangout later? There’s something I want to tell you

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tags: @flufftober @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch

#flufftober #flufftober 2022 #flufftober2022 #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael #tmnt x reader #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt bayverse #flufftober day 3 #day 3 #thick as thieves #tmnt raphael x reader

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cable-knit-sweater · 2 years

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Flufftober Stucky Fics 🍁

🍁 Day 2: Caught in the Rain | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | 2.1k, Teen | Read on AO3

🍂 Day 3: Thick as Thieves | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | 1.3k, Teen | Read on AO3

🍃 Day 10 + Day 13: Love Language + Secret Family Recipe | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | 2.3k, Teen | Read on AO3

🍁 Day 11: Poetry, Art, Music, Craft | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | 592 words, Teen | Read on AO3

🍂Day 15: Accidents Don’t Just Happen Accidentally | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | 3.8k, Teen | Read on AO3

🍃 Day 16: “I hate you” - “I love you” | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | 1.6k, Teen | Read on AO3

🍁 Day 17: Animal Shelter | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | 1.1k, Teen | Read on AO3

🍂 Day 20: Bedtime Stories | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | 880 words, Teen | Read on AO3

#maya tries to write #flufftober 2022 #flufftober day 3 #day 3 #stucky #stucky fic #steve rogers #bucky barnes

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keldrakey · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Flufftober 2023, "Wait you love me?", "I always have", Gentle Kissing, Love Confessions, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, only slightly, Anxious Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Alex Claremont-Diaz Loves Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Loves Alex Claremont-Diaz Series: Part 3 of Flufftober 2023 Summary:

Alex hears the subtle, unsaid "like i have with you" when Henry says he doesnt want Alex falling in love with him

#red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #prince henry rwrb #firstprince #fanfic #flufftober 2023 #flufftober day 3

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em-writes-stuff · 7 months

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Flufftober + Whumptober day 3

prompts: "wait, you love me?" / "I always have" + solitary confinement + journal

711 words

warnings: cursing, spoiled food, hospital-like setting

characters: silas gable, isadora harper, holden florence

Scratch rolls the fabric of its shirt between her fingers and puffs her cheeks. It looks over her shoulder at the boarded up window and the bedside table with a plate of food sitting on it. Sighing, she slides down in the bed and pulls a blanket up to her chin. She stares at the locked door and prays that, this time, its unlocked when it wakes up.

Silas shouts at Holden, begging them to let him see Scratch. “Just fucking unboard the window!” he begs. “I need to see her and let it know she’s not totally alone! Please!”

Holden shakes his head and puts his hands on Silas’ shoulders. They lead him away from the cabin and hand him a cup of tea. “We have to make sure Kaya didn’t do anything to her that’ll hurt us, too. Just another day or so and then you can see it. I promise.”

Silas looks at him, brows knit together in worry, “It’s been a week. Don’t you think that something would show by now?” he takes a drink from the cup and takes a deep breath. “And why does Dough get to bring her food in? He’s at more risk than I am, he doesn’t even have magic. I do, I’m protected.”

Holden sits next to Silas and takes a drink from his cup, “Beau almost shut down when Scratch left him here to save you. The only reason he’s up and doing stuff is because of the two minutes he gets to see her.”

“Fine, whatever,” He mutters, staring into his cup. He thinks for a second and sets the cup down, “Can I at least write her a letter or something? Then Dough can give it to her with her food and she knows I haven’t been ignoring it?”

Holden sighs, but eventually nods. “Something short, she’s still pretty worn out.”

“Of course, I only know how to write a few words.”

Scratch wakes up to a new plate of old food. A stale sandwich, browned apple that’s been cut in half, some sort of stew with a film over it and a cup of water. She shuffles the apple around on the plate and swirls the spoon in the stew, wrinkling her nose at the smell.

It sets the bowl to the side and picks up the sandwich. Under the plate, there’s a corner of a piece of paper. Scratch tilts its head and lifts the plate up, pulling the paper from under it. She unfolds the paper and smiles warmly at the sight of Silas’ sloppy handwriting.

Its a paper he’d ripped from her journal and his script is scrawled across the page.

“Scratch,

Holden said I could write you something short, but I don’t really know their definition. I hope you’re doing alright in there, I can barely go a night without hearing someone snoring, let alone an entire week.

Holden said you’ll probably be able to leave there in a few days, as soon as he rules everything on the face of the earth off his list. If it’s too long, I’ll break you out. I’d stop eating the cheese on the sandwich, people have been getting sick.

I have to go now, Dough’s waiting for me to finish this so he can give it to you. With love, Silas”

She smiles softly, folds the paper and holds it close to its chest. She picks the cheese off the sandwich and turns her nose up at the small spots of mold on it. Carefully, she scrapes the color off of the meat and puts the sandwich back together.

The next day, Holden takes the wooden planks off of the window and lets Silas poke his head through, “Hey.”

“Hey!” Scratch says, rising from the bed. “I didn’t think I’d see you for a while. How’d you convince them?”

He shrugs his shoulders and puts a finger over his mouth, “It’s a secret.”

She smirks and rolls her eyes playfully. “So…” she says, unfolding the letter and tapping on the last sentence. “You love me?”

“Duh,” he says, leaning against the wall and putting his arm through the window, “I always have.”

Carefully, she laces its fingers with his and smiles. “I love you, too.”

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domesticloki · 2 years

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3. Flufftober day 3: Thick as Thieves

Playing catch up, so two posts today :) This is a one shot, part of my “a memory” collection for Domesticloki. A couple of years after you met Loki, you are visiting Tony Stark’s family home. Loki and Tony are working on a project, while you, Pepper, Morgan and your toddler Geir are entertaining yourself otherwise.

Flufftober Prompt 3: Thick as thieves

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader & son Geir, Pepper x Tony & Morgan

Word count: 500

Warnings: none. Fluffy fluff fluff.

A/N: After the fall of the TVA a Variant of Loki managed to survive Thanos’ attack on the Statesman. After the events of Infinity War, he met you, and finally got his happily ever after. These are the stories of that ever after.

Enjoy <3

Tony and Loki were entrenched in their work. The new water pipeline from Canada to the drought areas was proving to be a little trickier to execute than initially planned, even with the help of the Asgardian tech Loki was providing.

“I think we might need to rethink the reservoir ideas here,” Tony stated and with long hand movements flipped through the files on his screen. “I think we had something here, when was that, a month, maybe three weeks…”

“Try 19-20 days ago,” Loki replied in assistance to his search.

“Ah, here.” Tony enlarged the document and they started to read the notes. They were hard focused on the work when a rustle around the corner caught their ears. Tony peered back, but saw nothing. Tony and Loki shared a look of amusement.

“I guess we could do with a break,” Tony whispered. Loki nodded in agreement.

Tony cleared his throat and bellowed: “I’m getting a bad vibe here, Reindeer Games. I think we might be surrounded.”

“That would be my assessment also,” Loki replied and peered at the assailants from the corner of his eyes, feigning an interest in the document at hand.

“Do you think we can take them, or do we need to call in reinforcements?” Tony asked, calling out into the room.

“I think the latter would be the best course of action,” Loki replied, whisking a walkie-talkie into his hand. “Avenger headquarters, do you read, over?”

The airways are silent. An amused snigger followed by shushing sounds could be heard from behind the stairs. Loki fought back his amusement, chuckling inaudibly.

Tony pulled up a schematic of the water system they were working on.

“Well I’ll be… the assailants have managed to infiltrate our security network. Clever girl…”

“Well Stark, what do we do now?” Loki asked dramatically.

“Prepare to fight, Reindeer games. And remember, take no prisoneeeeeers,” Tony screamed just as Morgan, Geir and Pepper rounded the corner, ready to strike. The little toddler Geir giggled like crazy and attacked Loki, trying adorably to play along in the game, tickling his leg. Morgan managed to tickle Tony a number of times, before being lifted into the air, screaming.

“Where is…” Loki peered around only seconds before being attacked by your tickles from behind. He jumped forward, letting out a squeamish noise that had Geir burst out in chuckles. You picked up the toddler and held him facing outwards, whispering in his ear.

“Tickle daddy.” Geir held out his hands as you started chasing Loki around with the rambounciously laughing toddler in your hands. Morgan, who was re-earthed, turned to Tony.

“Daddy, you’re on our team now,” she whispered.

“Oh, am I now? Okay. Are we the good guys?”

“No daddy, we’re the bad guys,” Morgan whispered.

“Oh, okay. Gotcha.”

Loki’s mouth gaped dramatically open and he widened his eyes. He gasped. “Betrayal? Is that how you play this game, Stark?”

“Evidently, yes. Sorry, Loki, but I have no choice than to… tickle you until you surrender. Let’s do this Morgan,” Tony declared. Loki started down the hallway, retreating from the attack, followed by Morgan, Tony and a wildly giggling Geir.

You chuckled good heartedly as Pepper turned to you.

“Ten bucks says they forget about the kids and battle that one out themselves.”

“Oh, I don’t take losing bets,” you laughed.

@flufftober

Updated masterlist for both “A memory”-collection and the “Domestic Loki” collection can be found here.

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fanfics4all · 2 years

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Thick as Thieves

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Roy Harper x Fem!Reader

Word count: 657

Warnings: Nothing!

Y/N: Your Name

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Growing up everyone always said Roy and I were thick as thieves, that only proved to be true when we were stuck in the Glades with just each other. We had to steal to survive. Roy and I were the only family we had left and nothing would break us up. Our bond only got stronger when we started dating. So when Roy became friends/partners with Oliver Queen and he invited us to a Halloween party, we just had to get costumes to go. Thea actually helped me pick them out and I was so excited to show him.

“Roy! I got the costumes for the party tomorrow!” I called into our apartment.

“Please tell me you didn’t pick like a Princess and a Prince or some shit like that…” He groaned and I scoffed.

“You insult me.” I said, placing the bags down.

“So what’d you get?” He asked, plopping down on the couch.

“Ta-da!” I said and pulled out two pirate costumes.

“Pirates?” He asked and I smiled.

“Mmhmm, don’t you like them? I made sure you get you a captain one.” I said with a wink.

“You know me so well, babe.” He said.

“I’d be ashamed if I didn’t.” I laughed and he shook his head.

“Did Thea approve?” He asked and I shrugged.

“She tried to get me to get you to be Peter Pan and me to be Tinker Bell.” I said and he laughed.

“Oh God… I can only imagine the fight you two had.” He said and I smiled.

“Well she didn’t win, so…” I trailed off and sat down next to him.

“And I don’t think she ever will.” He said and kissed the side of my head.

It was the night of the party and the two of us showed up a little late. Roy had a little issue with his belt and we had to fix it before we could show up to the party. The party was already going hard when we arrived and somehow, Thea saw us walking in.

“Y/N! Roy! I was beginning to think you guys were flaking.” She said, giving us each a hug.

“Nah, Roy had a little costume trouble.” I said and she nodded.

“Now that you two are here, you need to catch up.” She said and dragged us to the drinks table, where Oliver and Felicity were.

“Hey, you guys made it!” Felicity said and hugged each of us. Oliver gave us a nod with a smile.

“Glad you could make it.” He said.

“Yeah, but they need to catch up now, soooo…” Thea turned around and handed each of us a shot.

“Cheers!” She said and clinked her shot with ours. Roy looked over at me and I shrugged.

“She did say we need to catch up.” I said and downed the shot. Roy followed and we were each handed another shot.

“Whoa, Thea, they just got here.” Oliver said.

“And this is what they get for being late.” She said, taking her second shot. I shrugged once again and downed the shot I was handed. Roy did the same and place the shot glass on the table.

“No more for now.” Roy said and started mixing each of us a drink.

“I thought Thea said you two were going as Peter Pan and Tinker Bell?” Oliver said and I shook my head, rolling my eyes slightly.

“No, that’s what she tried to get me to pick, but pirates suit us much better.” I said, smiling at Roy who was handing me a drink.

“People always said we were thick as thieves.” He said, making our friends laugh. I smiled at him and rested my head on his shoulder.

“And there’s no one I’d rather be a thief with.” I said and he smiled down at me. I think it was safe to say that we had the best couples costume at the party.

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cosmic-hoboandthehighlander · 7 months

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Prompt Day 3: “Wait, you love me?” - “I always have.”

Fandom: Bob’s Burgers

Ship: Tedmort (Teddy/Mort)

Rating/Length: 1,682; G

Tags: Fluff, Oneshot, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Romantic declarations, Flufftober, Flufftober 2023, Flufftober Day 3

Summary: Who was he kidding? Enticing Teddy with an ocean adjacent funeral home and his collection of urns.

Mort was supposed to let his feelings pass, eventually he’d stop being in love with Teddy, wouldn’t he? But dear god, he couldn’t stop. He just kept talking. “It’s not just urns and caskets you know. And I’m not…well, that doesn’t matter; looks aren’t everything. But lucky for you, I’m not into boats. Not even a little.”

Mort finally confesses his feelings to Teddy.

Day three of flufftober 2023: Wait you love me? - I always have

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yarn-dragon · 2 years

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Flufftober Day 3! No one breaks a Rose's heart and gets away with it

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conjuringmischief · 2 years

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@flufftober day 3 - Thick as Thieves

Pairing: Stede/Ed

Word Count: 278

Warnings: Canon-typical threats of violence

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thespookiestparker · 2 years

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OKAY, so, I'm all caught up with Flufftober, Days 1-4 are posted here and I'll be back tomorrow with more! Enjoy!!

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fanfictasia · 2 years

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Flufftober Day 3

Thick As Thieves

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from The Chosen Twins

Aniya and I don’t say a word as we head to Palpatine’s office. We both know exactly how serious this is, and it’s not something words will ever do justice too. Nothing could. This is… it could be any one of a million things. It could be treason on someone’s level, we have no way of knowing.

All I do know is that I am so very tired of the lies and deception everywhere I turn.

This is… definitely a very difficult situation for Aniya and me, but I understand the Council's reasoning. More than that, I can’t argue with it.

“I don’t know what to think of this,” Aniya sighs, as we’re approaching the Senate. I’m not looking forward to going to spent time around Palpatine knowing all of this and… being unable to say anything. Even if the Council let us, I don’t know that we should. It’s all so confusing.

“I don’t either,” I reply, and I really don’t. “We must keep in mind that there may be little significance to it.”

“It seems like there’s far more the Kaminoans aren’t saying,” she points out, “Like they’re trying to hide something.”

“Possibly,” I remind, “But this is war. We all have things to hide. The deception is everywhere. There may be more we have not been told as well.”

“Yeah,” Aniya mutters, “On many sides.” Even Qui-Gon doesn’t seem to trust the Council anymore, and I don’t know what to think. They had conflicts, but there was never such a blatant, outright distrust before. But I do know that the chips in the clones are literally worse than slave chips, and I wish there was something I could do about. But there isn’t for now. That’s… up to the Council. (Which I’m on only in name.) I can only be grateful that no matter what happens, Aniya and I will never find ourselves in that position with each other.

I finally land the speeder, reaching down to take her hand as we step out. “We will discover the truth of all this eventually.”

She sighs, her own exhaustion obvious. I wish there was something I could do about it. “Eventually. Hopefully, before it’s too late.” I can’t shake the feeling there is a point of ‘too late’ whatever that means, and… I only squeeze her hand reassuringly in response, and she tightens her grip.

If nothing else, at least we have each other. And we can always tell each other everything. We always have; we always will.

“We have to believe we will.” Truthfully, I’m not sure we will, but if I don’t hope, we’ll have nothing.

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incorrectmarvelquotesss · 28 days

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— flufftober (day 15) —

Warnings: fluff, bruise, Steve (you’ll see why he’s a warning)

Prompt: Wearing Each Other’s Clothes (alt3)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

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A/N: A quick blurb that I thought was funny. Enjoy!

The kitchen was eerily quiet this morning when Steve awoke for his daily run. Tony had been staying with Pepper for a while now, waiting for their little girl to arrive. Natasha and Sam had gone for a stealth mission and were due to be back tomorrow night. You and Bucky were either still asleep, wrapped up in each other, or were already gone to train.

Steve’s lips curled up when he noticed Bucky’s back facing him, hood brought up over his head and the clinking telling him that Bucky was having cereal for breakfast. He quieted his steps as a mischievous idea formed in his brain. He took the last few steps towards him and lifted his arm to give him a little hard pat on the back.

“G’morning, Bucky,” Steve greeted with the strong pat on his back. Bucky’s figure jostled and a quiet gasp escaped his lips. Steve chuckled and added, “What? Did I hit you too hard? Getting weak, huh?”

Steve’s eyes widened when your face swivelled around to glare at him.

“I’m not Bucky, Steve,” you wheezed out, eyebrows pinched in both pain and annoyance. “And I’m definitely not a super-soldier.”

You muttered some curse words under your breath as you glared at him harshly once more. You took your cereal bowl, sliding off the stool and heading away with the finger shown to him.

Steve exhaled and swore he would always check if it was you or Bucky. Speaking of whom, Steve better start hiding because he knew you would bruise with the pat he gave you and Bucky would definitely see it. Knowing how much Bucky was in love with you, Steve knew better than to show his face to him for a few days.

Never again would he be doing that.

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littleseasiren · 7 months

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Wait you love me?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst, a bit of language, then fluff

Words: Just over 900 words

A/N: Welcome to day 3 of Flufftober. Prompt: "Wait you love me?" "I always have". Thanks @flufftober for this interesting challenge. Please let me know if you want to be added or removed from my tag list. Thanks for reading!

The drive home from the restaurant was quiet - too quiet. You had a magical night with Bucky, having fun watching a movie and then a lovely dinner at a sophisticated restaurant that Bucky had chosen. He knew you didn't need anything fancy, but he still went out of his way to spoil you often. The evening was going perfectly until it wasn't anymore.

Your dessert had just been placed in front of you when it started. You were having a slice of cheesecake while Bucky chose a chocolate lava cake when it happened. Bucky was giving you a bite of his dessert when a group of young men walked in and took the table next to you. When they saw Bucky's metal arm, they started whispering between themselves. It had taken you and the others months to get Bucky comfortable without wearing gloves, only for this one moment to ruin all his hard work accepting his metal arm.

At first, Bucky pretended he couldn't hear their whispers, but as their voices grew louder, even you could hear them commenting on Bucky's history as the Winter Soldier. You wanted to kick their ass, but Bucky begged you to ignore them. He didn't want to make a scene and asked you not to either. The two of you quickly finished your desserts, Bucky paid, and now you were stuck in a car so thick with silence, that you felt like you might choke on it.

"Bucky, those guys don't have any idea what they're talking about, don't let it go to your head. You're not him anymore."

"Hmm," Bucky mumbles, eyes focusing on the road ahead. His hands grip the steering wheel so tight that you're afraid he'll snap it right off.

Not knowing what to do, you try to give him space to calm down.

"Bucky, talk to me," you ask as you help him take off his suit jacket.

The two of you are back in your shared room, alone at last. Sometimes it's difficult staying in the tower with the other Avengers, everyone wanted to know how your date went, what you did, things like that. They genuinely wanted to know if you had fun, but you just wanted to get your boyfriend alone.

"There's nothing to talk about, doll. Everything is fine," Bucky says softly as he turns and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He's turned away from you, but you can still hear the hurt in his voice.

"Everything's not fine. I know you, Bucky. I don't want to push you -"

"Then don't! I told you, I'm fine!" Bucky barks out, his brows lowered and lip set in a harsh line as he throws his shirt on the chair. He sits down on the side of the bed and starts removing his shoes.

"The hell you are! I don't know what they said but I know you heard it and that it's going to your head, making you question everything." You stand in front of him, still wearing all your clothes, not willing to back down from this.

Bucky's anger disappears almost instantly. "Exactly, you have no idea what they said." He lowers his head as he takes a deep breath. When his eyes meet yours, they are cold and full of determination.

"This is just becoming a bit much, I thought I was ready for a relationship but I guess not." When your brows narrow in confusion, he looks away instantly.

"This is becoming too much? You mean me?" You feel like your heart is breaking, as moisture gathers on the corners of your eyes.

"I mean this relationship." When he won't look at you, you feel the first tear drop down your cheek. Things had been going great between you two. How could he say that to you now? No, you won't accept this.

"Bullshit!" You lunge for him, hitting him on the chest when he stands up to stop you. "You don't get to decide that! I don't care what those men said, I'm not letting you leave me!"

Bucky grabs your arms, holding them still so you'll stop pounding on his chest. "I care! I'm not good enough for you, you should find someone else to be with. Someone better!"

"There's no one better for me Bucky! Why are you saying this?" Your tears are running freely now, his words hurting more than you can take.

"Because I love you! You deserve the world, not some assassin with seventy years of blood on his hands!"

You still in his arms, his words sinking in slowly. "Wait, you love me?" You meet his tired gaze, daring him to take back his words.

"I always have." He says it so simply, like it's the one truth he is sure of in his life.

"Bucky, I love you too. I don't want to be with anyone else. You are the man I love, this Bucky. I don't care what happened in the past, I just want to be part of your future." When he lets go of your arms, you gently cup his cheek, sighing with relief when he rubs against your hand.

"Say it again? Please?" His arm wraps around your middle, pulling you closer to his strong body.

You gaze deep into his blue eyes, letting him see the truth in your eyes. "I love you, Bucky. And you love me. I'm not going to let anything keep us apart."

"I love you so much, doll. I never meant to hurt you, I'm so sorry," he says as he pulls you onto the bed next to him. You lay beside him, willing to take anything the world throws at you, as long as he keeps loving you.

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dailyreverie · 7 months

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In the morning light

@flufftober - Day 3 “Wait you love me?” - “I always have”

Pairing: Marc Spector x reader (+ a brief Steven mention)

Word count: 933

CW: friends with benefits to lovers and everything that comes with it - implied sexy times.

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Every time Marc and you met, every single night that you spent together, made the friends-with-benefits situation that you agreed to much more challenging for him. It seemed like the perfect scenario back then: Marc could not do a relationship as of right now - with the whole Egyptian god that loomed over him and the issues that came with it - and you were in for just a good time, that was enough for you. Surely the feelings you had for each other, so clear and obvious and always out on the table, could hold for a little bit, or maybe die out with the passing nights.

Of course Marc thought that, and of course it backfired.

You woke up in his apartment after what was supposed to be just a casual lunch which evolved into going for drinks, which eventually became dinner, and, for the looks of it, had extended over breakfast. It kept happening time and time again, the need to be together so consuming that you couldn’t be away from each other; a shopping trip, a coffee run, going to the movies… it was all mushing together unto, basically, dating.

What kind of an idiot he was. It was the ground rule and, as he rose from the bed to see you cooking breakfast, he knew he had broken the agreement in the worst way possible. He had battled against it long enough that seeing you there, wearing his cozy sweatshirt to ward off the chilly London morning, it felt like a simple spill that broke the dam.

“I think I fucked up.” Marc sneaked up on you.

“Good morning to you too.” You kept on your food prep, acknowledging him with a quick glance over your shoulder and a smile. “What did you fuck up?”

There really was no easy way to tell you the daunting realization that came upon him, not when he could lose you, but he couldn’t keep lying to himself, much less to you. When he didn’t speak you turned around to see him, leaving on the counter the fruits you were cutting. “Are you okay?” Marc stood in the middle of the kitchen as if someone had dropped him there without telling him why or what to say.

After a deep sigh, Marc finally spoke. “I can’t keep doing this.”

“Oh,” You whispered, almost just to yourself, crossing your arms over your chest as you waited for him to elaborate; something he apparently was not going to do. “Well… we said at first that the moment we want out then it’s done, so-”

“It’s just-” Marc seemed exasperated with himself, scrunching his face trying to find the words that wouldn’t break your heart. But when he looked at you, the words came to him with ease. “Steven’s got a crush on you.”

“Does he?” Your eyes opened with delight, a huff of laughter coming out of your lips. You knew Steven was nagging at him in his head.

“He does, and he’s been really annoying about it lately.” In Marc’s head, if he blamed Steven maybe this would be easier.

“Why is Steven not telling me, then?” You knew there was more about it than he was saying, something in his hesitant stance told you so. You approached him, holding his hands to unclasp them from his sides to try and help him relax. “You can’t tell me.”

“We said no feelings, and I’m doing a terrible job at that.” he chuckled at himself. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but whatever we are doing is not what friends with benefits do. We are going on dates, you’re cooking breakfast. This is the complete opposite of what we agreed on, and all this is messing me up.”

“Marc Spector, you sap dork.” You could see right through him, right through his ramblings about feelings and agreements that happened months ago. Your hands clasped behind his neck, holding onto the base of his head. You smiled up at him with the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his life, a smile he never thought he would deserve, let alone be responsible for.

You pulled him in, shutting his brain off for a few seconds as you sank into his hold, melting in the kiss, letting it say everything Marc was not able to. His hands stayed on the small of your back when you parted, though your noses were still touching.

The truth is, it was everything you felt too; every word he said you had said it to yourself too. Except for you it was clear. For you, the turmoil you felt came together in a simple word.

“I love you, Marc.” You said softly, gazing up to his eyes so he knew you meant it.

A hint of surprise danced across his face, prompting him to pull back slightly while maintaining his smile. "Wait… You love me?"

“I guess I always have, at least for a few months now.” You cheeks turned red and he held you tighter. He didn’t have to ask why you didn’t say anything before, he knew exactly why, since it was the reason he didn’t speak up sooner too.

“I love you too, baby.” You hummed against his lips at the sound of the nickname, as if you could feel this new love you just exchanged for each other in his kiss. As you kissed again, it felt as though the stars had finally aligned to bring you two together, sealing your bond with a love that had been there all along, just waiting to be acknowledged.

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