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[ashley-amelie]

souyo fic dump

hello, curator of small otp hell here to announce an additional wing - ancient otp hell

because I fell in love last year with Persona 4 Golden and then souyo (and then souyo and then souyo and then-) but I haven't kept my tumblr in line with my AO3 in any sense of the phrase

therefore here's all my souyo fics in a dump post

it's mostly porn bc if you know me then you know me yo

a piece of your preciousness Summary: T; “Hanamura. Your partner. Do you love him?”

gravity's how we got here Summary: M; It's another thing entirely to admit you've breached sweet sixteen without even a peck on the lips.

hung up on gravity Summary: E; We're just kissing, okay? Nothing else. (That was the rule, until it wasn't.)

gravity's union Summary: E; This is the most shameless, brazen thing they've done yet to get their hands on each other.

don't forget my lipstick Summary: E; Yu comes to realize an important truth: Hanamura Yosuke looks amazing in red lipstick.

starring role Summary: E; "Yosuke, how do you feel about being recorded?"

a kiss sustained Summary: E; "You're kind of a pervert, aren't you, partner?"

contents under pressure Summary: E; One week. That's how long it takes Yosuke to get fed up with himself and admit that he's obsessing.

wake up call Summary: E; It's two in the morning and Souji’s phone is vibrating underneath his pillow. Ugh.

dreams so real Summary: E; Spying on his partner’s sleeping silhouette already toes the line of acceptability; Souji should settle himself with this.

any way you do me Summary: E; shadow souyo; It's not the kind of demand Hanamura expected from his partner today, but it's a routine one.

[momotonescreaming]

I've cross posted some of my tumblr ficlets on AO3!

study buddy | 1379 words | Eddie & Nancy | Tumblr Post | Character Analysis, Relationship Dynamics, Studying

Eddie was really starting to regret everything that led him to this point. Hunched over books and flash cards at the Wheeler’s dining room table, Nancy trying to grill fact after fact into his brain.

there's no other | 1676 words | Steve/Barb | Tumblr Post | Established Relationship, Fluff, Domesticity

Despite everything, despite the monster with no face taking her from outside Steve’s house, it’s where Barb feels safest. Although, she concedes, it’s mostly because it’s Steve’s.  If he lived in Forest Hills, or on Cherry Lane— she’d feel safest there. 

Breakfast | 1957 words | Steve/Barb | Tumblr Post | Established Relationship, Domesticity, Flirting

Barb wakes up slowly, lazily, eased into it by the sun peeking through the curtains and not the blaring of her alarm clock. Rolling over, she blinks and finds Steve’s side of the bed empty. The sheets are cool, but they’re still rumpled in a vaguely Steve-like shape. Her glasses are neatly resting atop the bedside table, next to what looks like a yellow blur. Putting on her glasses, her vision clears, and Barb finds that it is in fact, a note. Steve’s left her a message in his familiar, scratchy, handwriting. Gone for a run, back by breakfast. Love you! <3

[contentment-of-cats]

Fic dump.

Things Said Over Whiskey (968 words) by cathouse_mary Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Wullf Yularen, Gilad Pellaeon Additional Tags: Drinking, Gossip Summary: Two old navy men in a bar ten years after RTS.

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Care (73764 words) by cathouse_mary Chapters: 25/? Fandom: Star Wars: Thrawn Series - Timothy Zahn (2017), Star Wars: Thrawn Ascendancy Trilogy - Timothy Zahn, Star Wars Legends: Thrawn Trilogy - Timothy Zahn, Star Wars: Rebels Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Relationships to be added, Pellaeon/Marinith, Pyrondi & Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Thrawn/Pyrondi Characters: Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Pyrondi (Star Wars), Hammerly (Star Wars), Gilad Pellaeon, Albus Marinith, Voss Parck, Dagon Niriz, Lomar (Star Wars), Agral (Star Wars), Original Imperial Characters (Star Wars), Original Female Imperial Character(s) Additional Tags: Being Lost, post-Lothal, Whump, injuries, Emotional Hurt, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Blankets, No Beta We Die Like Clones Summary: The 7th fleet is decimated, lost, and trying to survive being abandoned in deep space. Thrawn is recovering from his injuries, his officer corps dead or injured.

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Love's Sucker Punch (1526 words) by cathouse_mary Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: Thrawn Series - Timothy Zahn (2017), Star Wars Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ilyana Pyrondi/Artur Tagge Characters: Original Imperial Characters (Star Wars) Additional Tags: These Idiots Summary: Artur Tagge meets the most infernal pest.

This is a fanfic of a fanfic of a fanfic - the fanfic of my fanfic is below and I am cocreator because we FAFO this thing.

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Pyro's Pyrotechnic Love Life (27258 words) by cathouse_mary, Aeon_2407 Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Thrawn Series - Timothy Zahn (2017), Star Wars: Rebels Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Hammerly/Pyrondi (Star Wars), Ilyana Pyrondi/Artur Tagge, Karyn Faro/Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Agral/Yve (Star Wars), Ezra Bridger/Sabine Wren, Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla, Alrich Wren/Ursa Wren Characters: Original Characters, Artur Tagge, Pyrondi (Star Wars), Hammerly (Star Wars), Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Karyn Faro, Gilad Pellaeon, Agral (Star Wars), Lomar (Star Wars), Yve (Star Wars), Woldar (Star Wars), Cassio Tagge, Domina Tagge, Lapin Tagge, Original Imperial Characters (Star Wars), Original Stormtrooper Character(s) (Star Wars), Chimaera Crew Members (Star Wars), Sabine Wren, Ezra Bridger, Kanan Jarrus, Hera Syndulla, C1-10P | Chopper, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios, Ursa Wren, Alrich Wren, Tristan Wren, Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader, Wilhuff Tarkin, Conan Antonio Motti, Wullf Yularen, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, The Force (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Chimaera means family, Sorta angsty at the beginning, but a lot more fluffy and funny later, I promise, No Beta We Die Like Clones, Everyone Is Gay, The Mandalorian Darksaber (Star Wars), Canto Bight | Capital City of Cantonica (Star Wars), Planet Krownest (Star Wars), Clan Wren (Star Wars), Unresolved Romantic Tension, Romantic Angst, Everyone Needs Therapy, Especially Artur, Established Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo/Karyn Faro, Established Hammerly/Pyrondi, Force Visions (Star Wars), The World Between Worlds (Star Wars), Alternate Timelines, Blood and Injury, Violence, Child Abandonment, House of Tagge Summary: What is it about the obscenely rich yet kind and funny officers that has Pyro gravitating to them her entire love life? Luckily, there were only two so far that fit the criteria. And her ex is transferring to the Chimaera. Not too bad. Right?

[colorsofmyseason]

cut me open

Summary: Arsenal players figure out Leandro's secret.

Set sometime not long after Leandro transferred to Arsenal.

As usual, part of my supernatural au!

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"So, how old are you?" Rob asks.

The corners of Leandro's mouth twitch slightly. He gets that kind of question a lot, and while it's honestly understandable considering what he is, he doesn't think he'll ever enjoy getting asked about it. Busying himself to pull a small plastic bag full of red liquid out of his satchel and poke a hole in it with his teeth, he replies, perhaps a tad too quickly, "Twenty eight. You could've looked it up on my Wikipedia page."

"Perhaps," Rob agrees, voice calm as if they're just discussing the weather or something equally trivial. "But how long have you been twenty eight, exactly?"

There it is, the imaginary sound of a hammer hitting the nail right in the head. And judging from Rob's small smirk, Leandro knows it's not just a casual question. The center-back knows precisely what he's saying, and he's expecting the right answer as well.

"Who do you think I am, Edward Cullen?" Leandro shoots back, a little harsher than he's intended to be as he thrusts a straw inside his plastic bag. "Am I in The Twilight Saga or something?"

Rob shrugs. "Well, you look like you could be twenty five and two hundred years old at the same time, so I'm just curious."

Silence ensues as the whole table sits waiting for Leandro's answer, much to the Belgian's annoyance. Taking his sweet time sipping the content of his plastic bag, he thinks about what to say. He knows his teammates are cool with him being a vampire, but some things about his life are better left untold, and he doesn't know how they'd react to it. And while he cannot help what he's born as, he doesn't want to be judged.

But the Arsenal players have been kind to him since he arrived there. Almost too kind. Ben showed him around the training ground, Rob introduced him to everyone including the staff, Martin dragged him to the cafeteria so that he can eat together with the other players regardless of his unusual diet. In no time, they've made him part of them, despite only joining in the middle of the season, and he knows that if there's someone who deserves to know the truth about him, it's them.

So, after much deliberation, Leandro says, rather cautiously, "A while. And it's nothing special, I can tell you. Immortality is overrated anyway."

A wide grin splits Rob's face, and Leandro prepares himself for a barrage of questions from his teammates, until he notices Ben thrusting a few pound notes to Aaron under the table.

"Wait, did you guys have a bet about this??" Leandro asks in disbelief. "That's what all this ruse is about?? You're betting about me and my supposed immortality?"

Ben shrugs unapologetically. "Well, we want to know as well, and since it's easiest to ask you ourselves…"

Leandro shakes his head and puts his head inside his arms. "I can't believe this." 

"Hey, don't be mad," Aaron grins, ruffling Leandro's hair. "This is just for fun, you see. We won't judge you for that either, in case you must know, and we won't make you tell us anything that you don't feel comfortable sharing."

"Thanks for that, I guess," Leandro mumbles, still with his head buried.

Ben pats his shoulder. "And when you're finished with your 'meal', don't forget to throw away your blood bag in the yellow bin. It's still considered medical waste, you know."

He gets the middle finger from Leandro in response.

fin

[douevenbleachbro]

IchiRuki month 2023

I think I have an idea for “Fairest”. Maybe a Snow White reimagining. Less princess more warrior Queen. 

I was also thinking of something for “High Society”, but idk if it fits since I’m not sure if that means like, rich people? Or can that include Kingdoms and stuff? 

I think that’s all I got this time. I wanna have some brain juice for the IR Big Bang, which I think I have an idea for. We’ll see. Chile lemme start this outlining.

Also, will I ever get back to Heavenly? I had sooo many ideas for this story but I open the word doc and I just can’t. I wrote like 4k words for the second chapter but I’m soooo stuck. It also kiiiinda hurts that no one really cares? Lmao. I’m sure I would be more motivated if I had gotten some feedback on it...but that’s how it goes. I wish my bad brain didn’t cling so much to external validation. It should be for me! Because I love it! But...

Anyways. I’m having a hard time. I can’t even bring myself to write about it. I hope it’ll pass. In the meantime, I will keep dropping shit I think about here and we’ll see where it goes.

[magicicephoenix]

i finally finished reading I see you, Sundrop! by @shirajellyfish and IT'S SO GOOD I CAN'T BELIEVE IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO FINISH IT RAAAAAAA

i will be gushing about it in the tags but here's a lil animation i made based on the below paragraph in chapter 6 that gave me such a strong mental image that i had to make it real :)

[collophora]

Do yourself a favor and go read the entire fanfic work of @fanfoolishness

(In order: Under sun and shade, Blind Side, and Breathless (patching up is one of my fav too, I just had no cool sketch idea for it)

[marimbles]

Silly little doodles for a silly little fic I am working on

[frownyalfred]

the rumblings about the Batman 2 setting reminded me of how cool a snowed-in Gotham would be for a fic or movie setting. power/electricity grid is either out or about to fail. people are trapped in their homes and apartments by ten and fifteen foot drifts, with more snow inbound. the city breaks down within hours, as people abandon their jobs (cough, Arkham) and try to escape the city.

The Bat enters a new version of a familiar playground, an iced over city where cars can’t drive, grapple lines don’t catch, and frostbite sets in within minutes of exposing skin. How do you protect your city? The vulnerable freezing to death? How do you connect aid stations and Good Samaritans to the people who need help when Gotham’s criminal underbelly has decided now is the time to fight back?

[stevebabey]

Steve hates to ask this of Eddie.

Really, it’s a last resort sort of thing. Robin’s gone for the week, some trip upstate with her family. And it’s fine, they’re close but Steve’s a big boy. He can handle a week without his best friend.

But, well, it’s just unfortunate for it to creep up on Steve when Robin’s gone. It being… shit, how did Robin explain it? She was so much better at keeping track of all those things than he was, all the terms filed away nicely in her head to be recalled as needed. Steve’s much messier— in his head, in his life.

Touch aversion, that’s what she called it. A by-product of the severe lack of touch in his childhood she had said; not enough hugs, hand holding, the works and now Steve’s grown to find it too strange. Something prickles under his skin, pulls in his gut all the wrong way, when someone’s too touchy-feely with him. Robin’s said it’s normal, and he believes her.

It just makes it harder when this comes by. That completely strange backward want that carves into his chest, creating a chasm that just aches. Suddenly, Steve wants to be touched, needs to be touched — like something behind his ribs is just begging for comfort in the form of touch, any way he can have it. Like some young part of him can still remember the hunger he had for it and it comes back in full force, a tender wound between his lungs.

It doesn’t happen that often — though, it’s more frequent than ever recently — but usually, Robin’s here. She can almost always tell before Steve works up the courage to ask. Twitchy fingers give him away. He hovers closer than normal, shoulders brushing more often.

She always gives him a smile, softer than her usual snark and says, “C’mere, dingus.” and stands on her tip-toes to envelope him in a hug. Steve can’t help but sink into it, gripping her close around the waist for as long as he needs until the hole in his chest feels a step closer to patching up.

Robin also tells him he can have as many hugs as he’d like but Steve is firm with himself; he only needs one, then he’ll be back to fine.

It what’s he needs now. One really fucking good hug. Still, he hates to ask, least of all from Eddie, because, well— okay, Steve has no reason to assume Eddie wouldn’t give him a hug.

He’s seen Eddie’s hugs before. Like everything he does, Eddie puts his everything into it- he hugs Robin til she wheezes, loves to lift Nancy off the ground, and the hug he gives Dustin is sweetest of all, a hand on the back of the littler’s head while he does some strange little sway. Dustin always laughs, playfully shoving him away by the end but Steve knows he loves them, that it helps in more than one way.

Steve is glad that Dustin has someone, besides his Mom of course, who can hug him, because Steve can’t give that to him. Maybe one day, but for now, hugs from Steve are a rarity — few and far in between. Maybe, he thinks, he doesn’t want to ask Eddie specifically because of that niggling feeling that comes up around Eddie, all gooey and soft. A feeling the swings too close to a crush that Steve has no fucking clue what to do about.

So, he hates to ask. Really. On the drive over to Eddie’s, a hangout organised before Steve started to feel the lack of touch creep in, he runs through any other options. Wait til Robin gets back? Steve’s not sure he’ll make it another 4 days. When left alone, it seems to consume him and make everything harder, everything heavier to deal with.

He’s still tossing it when he climbs the steps to Eddie’s trailer. Steve decides that he’ll see how it goes, see if there’s an opening to ask…semi-naturally or something. He’s not gonna spring it on the guy.

Eddie is wonderful company as always, devilish grins and god-awful comments about the film he picked. Steve feeds off it, drinking in the infectious energy. He tries to let it be enough; their shoulders pressed together, Eddie’s knee knocking his when he laughs, the way Eddie leans into his space to whisper even though it’s just them here tonight. Steve wants it to be enough. But even then, he can see the way his hands twitch in his lap, desperate for more.

Steve closes his eyes. Curls his hands up so tightly his nails bite into the skin. He tries to use it to wane off the feeling, the ache that sings out for Eddie beside him and it nearly works. Until—

“Steve? Y’okay?” Eddie’s voice pipes up, making Steve open his eyes in an instant.

“Hm?” Steve hums, hoping that his casualness will be enough for Eddie to skip over his peculiar behaviour. He blinks, tilting his head just a bit to show he was confused why Eddie was asking.

Eddie chuckles lightly, gesturing towards Steve’s lap, where his hands sit still clenched, white knuckled with his self-restraint. “You seem a bit stiff, that’s all.” Eddie rechecks. “You good?”

Steve opens his mouth and then closes it, forcing his hands to unclench in his lap. “I-“ he begins, then stops, unsure of what he was going to say. He did say he would look for an opening tonight. The way Eddie’s regarding him, open faced with his concern, is as good as he might get.

“This might sound a bit weird,” Steve starts, defensiveness already tingeing the words, his shoulders curling in just a bit. Eddie could say no. He’s allowed to say no. Steve really doesn’t want him to. “Like, if you think it’s weird, that’s totally fine and we can just, like, forget I said anything and—”

“Steve.” Eddie cuts him off, a linger of an amused smile on his lips. “I don’t think I’m going to find anything you say weird, sweetheart. Shoot. What’s on your mind? What troubles the great mind of Steve Harrington?”

God, it’s like a whole bunch of words designed to set Steve’s head spinning. ‘The great mind of Steve Harrington’ makes him want to scoff. ‘Sweetheart’ makes him want to swoon. He can’t decide which one he wants to do more.

“Can I-” Steve stammers, the words halting automatically. It’s too much of a habit to swallow them down. Coercing them out takes more work. He stares up at the ceiling as he grits his teeth, releases a harsh sigh, pulling himself together. “Can I… have a hug?”

There a moment of silence and Steve holds his breath.

“Oh,” Eddie breathes, and Steve takes his eyes off the ceiling to see just what that Oh means. Eddie’s smiling, a soft one gracing his pretty mouth, and Steve thinks, maybe, one day he’ll have the courage to ask for a kiss as well. Relief moves sluggishly through his veins— Eddie’s smiling, this is good.

“Well, of course,” Eddie grins widely and opens his arms, inviting Steve in. Steve hesitates for only a moment before he leans in gratefully, his arms tucking around Eddie’s midriff tightly. Eddie’s arms curl around Steve’s neck, pulling him in close. It’s the easiest thing in the world, sinking into it, so much that Steve tries his best not to immediately slump against Eddie. It feels a bit too pathetic, so Steve reels himself in. He can’t make his arms relax, trying too hard to take only what he needs and not a moment more.

“C’mon, Stevie.” Eddie’s voice teases beside his ear, his breath warm. “You call that a hug?”

He squeezes Steve a little tighter, pulling him even closer and Steve can’t help the way he melts into it— he slumps, leaning against Eddie properly and burying his quiet whine of relief into the juncture between Eddie's neck and shoulder.

“There we go,” Eddie murmurs comfortingly.

Eddie takes him wholly, gives a damn good Munson hug, all warmth and comfort. He smells like, well, Eddie — a lingering scent of weed, something musky, something Eddie. His arms around Steve’s neck shuffle and Steve worries he’s trying to pull away so soon, only for one of his hands to tangle in the hair at the nape of Steve’s neck. He combs through, light fingernails scratching at Steve’s scalp and shit, Steve really can’t control the noise of contentment that slips out his throat.

“Can’t believe you got so worked up just to ask for a hug,” Eddie tsks, tone coloured in disbelief. Steve makes a noise of protest, trying for a moment to wind it all back in but, like Eddie can sense it, he’s squeezing him tighter again. He begins to rock them, a soft sway side to side that lets Steve lean on him even more. He hums a tune Steve doesn’t know, low and soft.

“M’sorry,” Steve mumbles in reply, though he’s not entirely sure what he’s apologising for. For having to ask, for taking so much, for enjoying Eddie’s arms around him just a little too much.

“What the fuck for?” Eddie laughs lightly, one of his hands beginning to drum against the divots of Steve’s spin. It feels like he’s tapping pure delirium with each fingertip, shivers that make Steve’s chest glow terribly warm. It feels good, so good to be held and honestly, Steve could stay here all night if Eddie let him. Knowing Eddie, he would, because he’s that fucking nice.

That knowledge alone forces Steve to sit himself up, extracting him limbs even though so much of him mourns the warmth, the touch, that goes with it. He wants the touch but he’s had enough. Some scorned part of him burns bitterly to think Eddie would give him more just to be nice. Steve doesn’t want that— Steve wants Eddie to touch him because he wants to.

“Sorry, man, I just, uh, get like that sometimes.” Steve feels the need to explain, bringing a hand up to rub at one of his eyes. He does it half so can hide his embarrassed expression from Eddie— who’s looking at him so gently and still so so close.

“Just, aha—“ Christ, it wasn’t this awkward telling Robin. Steve’s hand moves to rub the back of his neck. “Sometimes I realise it’s been awhile since,” He gnaws on his bottom lip, something alike to humiliation curling in his gut. “Since I’ve had some touch. Usually, Robin’s around but y’know.”

He waves a hand, huffing another awkward laugh. Eddie hasn’t moved much, just listening intently, his brows ever so slightly inching closer together. He looks outright concerned at Steve’s next words.

“It’s okay, I’ve— I’ll be good now.” Steve nods along, like the motion will help him convince himself as well as Eddie. He’ll be okay now. Usually, one hug is all it takes. He ignores the surging tidal-wave want that is still going, still aching to be held by Eddie again. It would be selfish to ask for more. Eddie didn’t invite him around to hug— it’s weird, and Steve shouldn’t- can’t ask for more.

“Sooooo,” Eddie draws out the word, an impish smile beginning to play at the corners of his lips. He opens his arms wide again. “You don’t want another hug?”

In his lap, Steve’s fingers twitch. Eddie’s eyes dart to them for a second, before fixing back on Steve. He does, he really fucking does want another hug. He can’t. He’s had enough, really, it would greedy to have more.

Steve shakes his head, forces himself to huff another laugh that accidentally comes out as a strained sigh. He smiles weakly, “No, no, I’m good, dude. It’s… I’m okay, swear.”

For a moment, Steve thinks he’s convinced him. Eddie studies his face, his mischief slipping away as he deliberates Steve’s words. His eyes narrow, arms dropping just an inch before he smiles brightly and says, “Okay, can I have a hug then?”

Which, okay, right, Steve didn’t think of that. People don’t ask him for hugs. He blinks, a bit dumbly. Eddie is waiting, face eager and for a second there’s an expression of almost smugness on his face — like he’s about to get exactly what he wants. Because he knows Steve would never be rude and say no.

“I mean,” Steve breathes, voice a bit tighter than he’s expecting. He clears his throat. “Yeah, yeah, you can have a hug.”

“Great!” Eddie replies and he wastes no time. He’s all up in Steve’s space, arms around Steve’s waist this time. The motion takes Steve by surprise, enough that because he’s not expecting it Eddie’s weight pushes him back so he’s lying on the couch.

If Eddie cares, he pays no mind, his head curling up into the crook of Steve’s neck as he hugs him closer. His hair gets in Steve’s mouth, making him splutter for a second, but Eddie just grins, wriggling closer until they’re pressed firmly against each other. Steve would go as far as to say this is closer to cuddling than a hug, with Eddie squishing him from above, his arms around Steve’s middle.

“Just so you know,” Eddie’s voice rumbles from where their chests are touching, his breath sweeping across Steve’s neck. Steve shivers without meaning to, feels Eddie’s responding grin even as he continues. “All hugs requested by me are automatically 10 minutes long. Hope you’re okay with that, sweetheart.”

Steve isn’t stupid — he knows Eddie is doing it for him, doing it because he could see right through Steve’s stupid facade, had peered his yawning hunger for touch right in the face and hadn’t blanched. Instead of feeling tricked or fooled, Steve just feels…warm. Comfortable. He works his arms around Eddie’s neck til their more comfortable and find the courage in him scrape his fingers through Eddie’s hair— like he had done to Steve. Eddie’s sighs sweetly and Steve thinks he could listen to that noise forever.

“I’m… I’m okay with that.” Steve murmurs lowly, yet he knows Eddie can hear him. Eddie noses closer, a borderline nuzzle against his neck, and further down, one his hands starts to stroke softly up and down Steve’s ribs.

Steve can’t help the way it makes him freeze, the breath in his lungs holding tight as he tries to relax, tries to ignore the prickly feeling under his skin. It’s a lot. A lot of touch that Steve just isn’t used to just yet, even if he desperately craves it.

“Relax,” Eddie whispers into his skin, a soft instruction paired with the motion, one soothing stroke up and down his ribs. Steve pushes the breath in his lungs out, forces the tension out of his body, trusts that Eddie wouldn’t be offering— wouldn’t tell him to relax if he wasn’t allowed to.

“That’s it.” Eddie praises, feeling the body beneath him settle and sink a little lower into the couch. “Now, watch the movie.” Eddie instructs, jutting at the still playing screen with his chin. Steve laughs a bit, but obeys, turning his head to see what part they’d gotten up to. They’d missed a big chunk in their hug. Steve nearly apologises for it, the words on the tip of his tongue, before he decides Eddie might smack him for it.

So, he doesn’t. He watches the film, let’s the gentle touch of Eddie on his skin relax him til sleepiness starts to fill each of his limbs, heavy like lead. Eddie’s hand stops moving eventually, when his breath gets heavier, lulled by Steve’s scratch in his hair. A snore starts up, loud and quite frankly, annoying, and yet, Steve finds that with Eddie’s arms around him, he has no trouble finding sleep.

It’s the first time in years Steve’s fallen asleep in someone else’s arms. And even if he doesn't know it yet, it’s certainly not the last.

now with a part two!

[cherrytraveller]

ppl have been positively DELIGHTED by my recent F!Leo post so i’m dumping some more self-indulgent stuff on here, enjoy my version of my pathetic little middle-aged meow meow

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[nonpoppie]

bingyuan sillies

[pinkiepig]

Star redesign 🤲✨⭐️

The top drawing is based on a scene from cartonfuel’s reimagine I love it to BITS

[colorsofmyseason]

not a cheat

Summary: Leandro uses his abilities to help Arsenal win a game

Pairing: None

As usual, set within my supernatural au!

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Supers aren't allowed to use their powers in their normal jobs, Leandro gets that. Having been born as a vampire, he's also been trained to curb his super speed and strength from a very young age, even without a restriction wristband. But sometimes he just can't resist doing some stuff on the pitch, illicit tricks all made easier by his vampire abilities but can be passed as merely astounding football skills for the unsuspecting eyes.

Like what he does today against Leeds.

They're already up 2-0, a penalty from Gabby and a goal from Ben putting them up front, but as Leandro has heard so many times, 2-0 is the scariest score in football and he knows all too well about the fighting spirit of a team looking to escape relegation. They simply can't risk losing their focus, and if possible, extend their goal difference over Man City. So when the ball falls onto his feet in the 55th minute, his brain immediately runs in full speed.

Three Leeds players close up to him, trying to restrict his view and block the lane of passing, but Leandro's heightened vision already spots a small opening, not quite convenient for a goal maybe, but enough to create a chance for his teammates to score a goal. Then something hits his senses.

The sound of footsteps, so light they barely crush the grass below them. The mixed scent of freshly baked pastries, roses, and sweaty football jerseys. The sting of light and magic running all over his skin, just stopping short from causing him to hiss in pain.

Gabby. Gabby is there, running into the penalty area, and if Leandro's senses serve him right, towards the exact spot where he's planned to direct his cross to.

And he takes it as his cue to move.

Swiftly Leandro starts, maneuvering through his opponents with ease. Ben calls it "Leo's filthy footwork" and he guesses the center-back has a point with that nickname. Soon he manages to leave his three markers eating the dust and unleashes a pass, which lands perfectly on the spot he wants, where Gabby greedily pounces on it and curls a shot with his right foot.

The cheer among the Gooners is deafening as the ball hits the back of the net. Gabby screams and jumps to the air, running towards the corner flag with Leandro trailing after him. The whole team soon follows, hugs and yells and head pats coming from every direction that he isn't sure why none of them has suffered from mild concussion yet.

As they finally untangle themselves from each other and Leandro jogs back to his position, he catches something from the corner of his eyes.

His manager, Mikel, standing tall by the sidelines, staring straight at him. His face, still partly bearing the excitement from Gabby's goal earlier, has another expression in it that Leandro can't read, stern, yet understanding, but maybe also slightly accusing? And as the Belgian forward keeps looking on, Mikel's mouth slowly moves, forming the words We need to talk.

Leandro swallows.

He should've known this could happen. Mikel, being the prolific wizard he is, always seems to know whenever one of his players misuse their powers, and he's certainly sensed that Leandro just used his vampire abilities to help Gabby score a goal. And he's likely going to be subjected to an intense lecture after this, which he's definitely not looking forward to…

But then Granit calls him to remind him the game's restarting, and Leandro quickly pushes it out of his mind. He'll deal with Mikel later. For now he has a game to win.

***

[douevenbleachbro]

It me again.

I had a dream...a dream of fic lmao.

No but I feel asleep reading manga (that shojo Not Married but Not Quite Lovers or something like that idk. Don’t judge me I’ve been on a shojo kick) and I had this weird dream. It was NOT shojo like, and the meat of the dream is very hazy but I remember the premise and I was like oooh ok brain! Go off! Also idk who I was in this dream since it wasn’t in my POV but I know Gojo was there so...there’s that. I blame Twitter.

The dream gave me the idea for the female character (Rukia obviously lmao) where she’s a tower? A syphon? What’s the word for something that can pass energy? Like a copper wire? Omg I had the word on the tip of my tongue...A CONDUIT! (Bless the IR discord lol). Ok, so Rukia is a conduit, and as such she is meant to pretty much belong to her soldier (? idk if thats what I would call them but idk what they are yet) and he needs her in order to gain his power from the “source” which they can’t get to because they’re “unclean” (I’m going for the clean and pure soul premise here). Of course Rukia is not cool with that because she did not sign up for it, but she has no choice because if she doesn’t pass on the power she receives she’ll die, so she has to be around Ichigo all the time. 

There’s potential for some good enemies to lovers here which I’m hoping I can pull off cause I just wanna write them falling in love immediately lmao. Anyways, thats all there is to that, I could start it for Day 6 since the prompt kinda fits, but something tells me this may be multi-chaptered.

[kinardscake]

Chimney discovers a recipe for making Buck do whatever he wants him to do. Only 3 ingredients are needed: a daughter, a pilot and a toy.

He discovers it by accident when Buck and Tommy come over for dinner one day. And it’s a special “I need something and only you can help me” kind of dinner. So they go all out making Buck’s favorite foods hoping that he’d agree to babysit Jee-Yun for a few days while they go away on a shortest, tiniest vacation.

The dinner is over and it’s now or never. Chimney asks Jee-Yun to show Tommy her new toy helicopter while ‘Mommy and Daddy talk to uncle Buck’.

They start off by saying how much Jee-Yun loves him and how great it would be for her to spend so much time with her favorite uncle. And Buck just says “yes”, no hesitation, no questions, not needing them to convince him. That’s when Chimney realizes that Buck didn’t even look at them once, his eyes were fixed on his boyfriend playing with his niece the entire time.

A theory starts forming in his head, because Buck agreed way too easily. Of course, it could be because Buck loves Jee-Yun and his daughter is an angel (most of the time anyway), but his heart tells him it’s not it.

So, Chimney sets out to prove his newfound theory.

At Bobby and Athena’s house he ask Jee-Yun to go up to uncle Buck and Tommy and ask Tommy to give her a piggyback ride. Meanwhile Chimney asks Buck to take over his firehouse quarters’ cleaning duties next shift. Buck agrees.

At the Wilsons’ house Buck agrees to loan Chimney his precious car for a week.

At his house Buck agrees to name his firstborn child Howard.

At the firehouse team and family party Chimney and Maddie once again find themselves asking Buck to babysit Jee-Yun for a couple of days. Buck agrees, looking at them this time, a dreamy look in his eyes. He says he and Tommy love having her around. And they could use the practice.

Maddie jumps up in her seat and asks Buck if he’s thinking about starting a family with Tommy.

Buck shows her his left hand, his ring finger no longer empty. “We already have,” he says, “Asked each other last night.”

Tommy comes over with Jee-Yun on his shoulders, laughing and shrieking “Uncle Tommy” while he tickles her feet.

He sees the stunned expressions on his future in-laws’ faces and Buck twirling his ring, smiling wide.

Tommy laughs, connecting the dots. He sets Jee-Yun down. He grabs Buck’s hand and sits down next to him.

“Maddie and Chim are asking us to babysit Jee-Yun next week,” Buck says happily. “I said sure.”

“Seeing me and her worked like a charm again, huh?” Tommy laughs again while Buck shrugs his shoulders.

Tommy looks at Chimney and Maddie and says, “We’d be happy to,” and adds after a moment, “By the way, Howie. We’re not naming our first child Howard, I’m sorry.”