Discover characters collected under the FluffAndStuff tag.
Honey, Biscuit, and You. The stables were alive with the sounds of summer—horses shifting in their stalls, the hum of flies in the warm air, and Wyatt Langston muttering under his breath as he brushed down Honey, his palo ...
The Sinclair Method of Romance! The bonfire crackled high into the warm Alabama night, sparks drifting up into the dark like fireflies. Country music thumped from someone’s speaker, half the town was laughing or hollering ...
Snuggles and Santa Magic. The North Pole was still and quiet, blanketed in snow and the soft hush of a job well done. The world had its presents. Every stocking was filled, every tree surrounded. The sleigh had been parked ...
Daddy On Ice! The rink smells faintly of ice, old gear, and the comforting chill of winter air. It’s quiet today—no roaring crowds, no blaring horns—just the soft scrape of blades and the occasional giggle echoing off the ...
The Royal Homecoming Dance Party! Marcus bursts back into the house like a man who’s been gone for years instead of weeks, dropping his duffel somewhere behind him because the only thing that matters is the tiny four‑year ...
Mud Babies and Mayhem. The screen door creaked open with a familiar groan as Jim Langston stepped inside, boots heavy with dust and the scent of sunbaked cedar clinging to his coat. He’d just finished mending the south fe ...
Weighted Blanket with Abs. Sunlight spilled across the bed in warm patches, catching the soft edges of posters on the wall and the gentle curve of Paco’s enclosure in the corner. The little turtle was nestled in his favor ...
The Café Incident. The café was warm and quiet, sunlight spilling across the small table where Lance sat with you, his hands wrapped around a cup of coffee he’d barely touched. He kept glancing at you — or more accurately ...
The Biscoff Bandit Strikes Again. Late morning sunlight poured into the Scalvani villa’s kitchen, the warm aroma of espresso and toasted bread lingering in the air. The space buzzed with lively chaos—clinking spoons, muff ...
Like Melted Snow. The house is silent as Tom steps inside, the late hour wrapping everything in a blanket of stillness. He closes the door quietly behind him, setting his duffel down with practiced care. The soft creak of ...
The Jukebox Slam! The neon glow of Ruby’s Diner buzzed against the warm summer night, casting pink and blue halos across the chrome bumpers lined up outside. Inside, the booths were packed with laughter and jukebox tunes, ...
Maverick’s Night In. The house was quiet. Too quiet. Which, for Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, meant one thing: he finally had you all to himself . Your four‑year‑old daughter had been scooped up by Auntie Carole hours ago, happily ...
Expecting, and Expecting Snacks. The soft hum of equipment filled the firehouse as Egon stood at his workbench, focused on a PKE meter. Even while working, his attention was attuned to you—a habit he’d developed since you ...
Captain Copycat! The TV murmured in the background, some old football game rerun playing while Sam sat back on the couch, legs stretched out, a cold beer in hand. His shield was leaned against the wall, his boots kicked o ...
The Best Seat in the Lot. The sky over Willow Creek was painted in soft streaks of orange and lavender, the last light of day fading behind the screen at the old drive-in. Crickets chirped in the tall grass beyond the lot ...
Flippers and Freckles! The late afternoon sun poured through the windows of the Gemstone guest house, casting a golden glow across the living room floor. Toys were scattered in a cheerful mess, a soft blanket half-draped ...
The Weight of Missing You. The castle halls were quiet, lit only by the dim flicker of torches along the worn stone walls. Outside, night had long since fallen, but within your shared chambers, the warm glow of candleligh ...
Yeti, Set, Go! The North Pole was supposed to be quiet. Christmas had passed. The sleigh was parked. The globe had gone still. Nicholas St. North had brewed a fresh pot of cocoa, fluffed the cushions by the hearth, and fin ...
On The Brink Of Change. The soft hush of morning lingers in the air, golden light spilling through the tall windows of your shared chambers. The fire in the hearth has dwindled to embers, casting a faint warmth across the ...
Pajamas and Presents. The North Pole was quiet—for once. Mission Control had powered down to standby mode, the S-1 was docked and gleaming with frost, and the elves were finally off-duty, tucked into their bunks with cocoa ...
Daddy's Home! The front door swings open with a burst of energy, and Jake steps inside, duffel bag slung over one shoulder, uniform crisp but his expression anything but composed. His green eyes scan the room with laser f ...
No Peace for the Pirate. The house was finally quiet. Jacob leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching the golden light spill across the floorboards. The scent of salt still clung to his shirt, and a faint breeze ...
Heard It, Saw It, Handled It. The bell above the door jingled as you and T-Bone stepped out of the ice cream shop, cones in hand, the summer sun beating down on the cracked sidewalks of Main Street. The air smelled like w ...
Not On His Watch. The sun is warm, the waves are gentle, and Maverick is in his element—shirt off, aviators on, and sand between his toes. He’s just finished showing off a few dramatic cartwheels and mock fighter rolls ac ...
The Harrison Barbecue! The Harrison backyard was alive with noise — clattering bottles in the cooler, Bee’s music blasting from a portable speaker, Marc and Riff arguing over who cheated at cornhole, and the smell of char ...
Cuts And Bruises. The front door creaks shut behind him, the sound muffled by the quiet hum of the Curtis house at night. Darry’s boots hit the floor with a heavy thud, and he exhales slowly, the tension of the fight stil ...
Birthday Chaos at the Floyds! The Floyd house was vibrating with noise. Children shrieked with laughter in the backyard, the bounce house wheezed with every enthusiastic jump, and the smell of grilled food drifted through ...
Zack’s your roommate for a little while cuz the mansion is currently crowded. He’s probably a good roommate, but annoying. I kind of added my head-cannons in here but I tried to keep it legit :3
Lunch? No. Batlet. Victor was halfway through typing “u hungry?” to Malevola when he realized something was missing. His lunch. He blinked at the empty shelf in the SDN break room fridge, ears twitching in mild disbelief. “ ...
Beach day with your lover and he absolutely despises it! 💜 Hellooo! Thanks for using my bots, this is a revised and new version of my old Wesker bots. It should probably work better and also be more accurate to his chara ...
Finally Back Home. The front door creaks open, and Bradley steps inside, the golden light of late afternoon spilling across his shoulders. His duffel bag hits the floor with a soft thud, forgotten the moment his eyes find ...
Winter in the Den! The winter storm had settled thick and heavy over the forest, snow drifting past the cabin windows in soft, swirling sheets. Inside, the fire crackled warmly, filling the room with the scent of pinewood ...
Rum, Gunpowder, and Devotion. The distillery was alive with noise — metal clanking, men shouting over the roar of machinery, the thick scent of yeast and rum hanging in the air. Alfie Solomons stood in the middle of it al ...
Where’d My Darlin’ Go? The bedroom was still dark, the kind of soft blue‑gray light that came just before sunrise. The ranch was quiet — no cattle noise yet, no boots on gravel, no Abbott family chaos. Just the low hum of ...
Tiny Fingers, Tiny Feet, Tiny Everything. The apartment was quiet, wrapped in the kind of stillness that only comes after a long night of feedings and soft lullabies. Sunlight filtered through the curtains in gentle strea ...
He's Got A Mini-Bit! The Curtis house was buzzing with the usual noise—laughter, teasing, the occasional clatter of a soda bottle on the counter. The gang was sprawled across the living room, Ponyboy flipping through a co ...
Bear-y Happy to See You! The SDN building hummed with post-mission chatter, flickering screens, and the distant sound of someone microwaving fish. Katon-Ur stood near the exit, cape folded over one arm, his bodysuit still ...
Optimal Window. The Ghostbusters’ firehouse hummed with its usual rhythms—the soft buzz of equipment, the low flicker of lights on the containment unit, and the occasional muffled sounds of New York City drifting in. But ...
Movie Night With Bob. The couch creaked softly as Bob shifted, blanket pulled loosely around his shoulders. The television screen glowed in standby mode, casting a pale light across the room. Outside, the city murmured—di ...
His Sweet Babies. The front door creaks open, and Bob barely gets one foot inside before— “DADDY!” A blur of motion slams into him—his six-year-old daughter, arms flung around his waist, face lit up like a sunrise. She’s al ...
Big Guy, Bigger Heart! The lab buzzed with the low hum of machinery and the occasional spark of a welding torch. Royd stood at the workbench, sleeves rolled up, grease on his forearms, carefully adjusting a servo joint on ...
The Strongest Softie. The break room was unusually quiet, save for the low hum of the fridge and the distant clatter of someone’s boots in the hallway. Colm stood by the counter, arms folded, glaring at the empty spot in t ...
Holding On, Letting Go. The house is quiet, but not peaceful. It’s the kind of silence that lingers after the storm—thick with exhaustion, and heavier still with everything left unsaid. The final battle with Shroud is ove ...
Found in a Pile of Cubs! The air in Lunareth was crisp with evening frost, the mist rolling low across the stone paths as Kael’an Veyrath returned from the hunt. His broad silhouette cut through the fog, a fresh kill slun ...
A smart and bratty femboy from 2077 pretty much (also is very thicc if you need motivation smh)... Short summary of the lore: Basically, a femboy net running merc from 2077. The streets know him as "Red-Eyes" for his innat ...
Ash is the guy that everyone has seen but most people don't know Short summary of his character: Ash is a femboy who is comfortable in his own skin. His voice is as smooth as his words, and his personality is usually cal ...
Moist, Married, and Mildly Overwhelmed. The break room was quiet—just the low hum of the vending machine and the occasional hiss of the espresso machine trying its best. Herman stood in front of the snack display, goggles ...
Lunch? No. Batlet. Victor was halfway through typing “u hungry?” to Malevola when he realized something was missing. His lunch. He blinked at the empty shelf in the SDN break room fridge, ears twitching in mild disbelief. “ ...
The Greer Gravitational Pull! Dr. Evan Greer sat at his desk, hunched over an array of notes, sketches, and digital readouts displayed across multiple monitors. The lab was its usual state of borderline chaos—papers strew ...
Big News On Erid! The biodome hummed softly with the rhythm of Earth-like environmental controls, its golden light bathing the room. Alien plants intertwined with Earth crops in modular planters, the air alive with their ...
The Real Attraction! The party at Pacific Tech was a whirlwind of blaring 80s music, semi-ironic decorations, and an over-the-top disco ball made from lab equipment—exactly the kind of calculated chaos only a bunch of gen ...
Fruitcake’s Valentine Surprise! The Pitt was its usual brand of chaos — monitors beeping, stretchers rolling, nurses weaving through hallways like seasoned traffic controllers. Robby Robinavitch stood at the nurses’ stati ...
Night Shift Valentine. The house was dark and still when Jack finally pushed the front door open, the soft click echoing through the quiet hallway. His shoulders sagged the moment he stepped inside — the kind of exhaustio ...
Pop‑Pop to the Rescue! The front door opened with the soft thud of a man who had been on his feet for twelve hours straight. Robby stepped inside, hoodie half‑zipped, scrubs wrinkled, hair pushed back like he’d run his ha ...
Lunch Delivery Disaster! Dennis finally stumbled into the break room like a man crawling out of a battlefield. His scrubs were wrinkled, his hair was sticking to his forehead, and his eyes had that glazed, half‑alive look ...
Domestic Heatwave. The break room smelled faintly of old coffee and disappointment. Chad stood near the counter, arms crossed, sunglasses still on despite the flickering overhead lights. His ponytail swayed as he paced, mu ...
Mecha Mini! The break room was quiet—just the low hum of the vending machine and the faint buzz of overhead lights that flickered like they were trying to quit. Robert stood in front of the machine, arms crossed, staring d ...