#thank you again for asking!!!

[ladytauria]

10, 11, 16, 32??? 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

thank u leo!!! 💞

10. Ctrl+f "blinks" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up

i searched both the WIPs i’ve been working on the last couple of days—one i’ve had for over a year and the other i’ve had for??? two days??? which has just rapidly unfolded in front of me—and! surprisingly blinks only showed up once?

anyway, this is from the second fic, which features jaytim + student/teacher roleplay:

Mr. Drake’s hand wraps loosely around his wrist; his hand cool. “Good job,” he praises, softly, and Jason blinks rapidly again, the praise making him feel pleasantly warm and tingly. He tugs Jason forward, guiding Jason over his lap, until his hips and belly are firmly settled over Mr. Drake’s thighs.

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

just 3???? sigh… okay, i’ll try 😂

in no particular order!!

I Know What My Brother Is – @bi-bats -> Reverse Robins. DamiTim. This fic… Damian’s POV is gorgeous. The prose is so poetic, there are so many gut punching lines! Also everything abt the AU and the way the relationships are effected by it is just… yes. So much yes.

Mother Knows Best – @kieran-granola -> JayTim. I have read this… so many times. Little afraid to look in my history just to see how many xD Kink exploration is so much fun to read. Also, love when a fic awakens something in me 😂

and then… okay, i was talking about this one earlier and i adore it so, so:

American Beauty (American Psycho) – TimmyJaybjrd -> JayTim. Toxic relationship. Love, love, love it. It’s not the usual fic I seek out but I read it anyway, and omg. It’s so good. Controlling, dominant Tim and needy, eager to please Jason just hits the spot for me! Damian was also really good in this~

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

i don’t have an official count but more than 30! again it’s tempting to share more than asked but 😂

hmm

okay, let’s go with an urban fantasy one!! this one features dragon!tim/selkie!jason!

Dragons are possessive of their hordes. Tim isn’t as bad as some (who don’t even allow people to look, let alone touch), the instincts are still there. So, when they start dating, Jason decides to hide his coat.

It’s just a precaution, really. He doesn’t think Tim would trap him like that. Not really. But if Tim has decided Jason is his, what if he decides Jason’s coat is his too? After all, then Jason could never leave—and he definitely wouldn’t disobey or ignore when Tim tells him to do things, either. So. It’s just—better this way. Safer.

Tim notices when Jason switches from using his disguised coat to a real leather jacket, but he doesn’t say anything. Selkies are shy, and just as protective of their coats as dragons are of their horde.

However, as time passes, the coat stays hidden—except when Jason gives in to the call of the sea. He’s always let the ache grow as long as he can, though, before finally giving in. Months will pass, sometimes, before he finally goes. With his coat now separated from him constantly, though, the ache grows faster, until he’s going around once a month.

Tim is worried, but he has no idea how to bring it up without scaring Jason. He’s also maybe a little hurt, by this point, since Jason still doesn’t trust him—but, at the same time, access to a selkie’s coat gives you a lot more power over them than access to a dragon’s horde does!

This is where my brain likes to skim over the details, but there’s some angst, some hurt/comfort, maybe a minor disaster (perhaps someone finding the coat? 🤔), but one way or another, Jason & Tim end up having to actually have a conversation. I’m not exactly sure how that goes, either, only that my brain is pretty fixated on Jason’s coat ending up in the heart of Tim’s hoard for safe-keeping, and both of them getting the warm & fuzzies over it!

32. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

@kieran-granola ; @waffleinator-inator ; @bi-bats

dearly love all of their fics 🥰

[ get to know the fic writer! ]

[piipaw]

I would like 5 please for the most recent one. With Gum of course.

>Dark Urge or no?

Gum is NOT dark urge but Magrea and Ranch are my dark urges! Magrea is resisting and Ranch is leaning into it. I haven't gotten past mid act 2 on Magrea though, and Ranch is just existing act 1 so I'm still actively playing both of them!

[wanderingblindly]

Hi.

thanks so much for the detailed answers in your essay! You made some really good points and I loved reading it! Thank you again so much!! Charles might not want to leave ferrari yet, maybe Max doesn't want internal competition and rbr could be too satisfied with their golden boy and his teamate to search for another better driver - yet I still hope for everything to become true. :) Who knows what'll happen, but sometimes even impossibilities come true!

have a great day/night <3

Either way, all I hope for is good racing and (oops) someone to be delightfully messy 🥰

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[fictionobsession]

For good!durge: 20, 26, and 37 please?

I'm sorry this took me a hot minute to get to, life has been crazy nutso bonkers. Okay okay so good!durge, henceforth called Thenure.... (Questions from this ask game!)

20. How did you deal with The Artist - Oskar Fevras? Did you even encounter him?

Yes, unfortunately, Thenure did encounter Oskar. She intimidated the shit out of the Zhent who was holding him so he could be free to return to his fiancee. She did NOT give him any money, because he's an ass, and she thinks he's also a moron. She cannot stand this man. But she's trying to be better, you know? So she can't just... let people participate in whatever was happening there (slavery? human trafficking? she's not sure. it wasn't murder, that's the best she's got). But she definitely wanted to (at the very least) punch Oskar in the face for being a prat.

26. What was your favorite enemy? Did your Character have any memorable fights or moments in combat that were ripe for headcanons and interpretations?

Okay so since this is an act 1 ask game... probably Thenure's favorite enemy would have been the "Paladins of Tyr" because, well, she got to protect her new friend (maybe they're friends, she doesn't really know how friends work tbh). And also, these idiots don't even have the guts to be proud of the work they do. I mean really, if you're going to murder and hunt people for a living, at least have the confidence to be proud of it. (she is rolling her eyes at the audacity) (she's also a big fan of the Ethel fight, but that's just because it's the first time Astarion called her his 'sweet bloodthirsty friend' and she's never been called sweet before and he sounded so distraught when he thought she was gonna die and no she's not crying she just got KNOCKED OUT she got HIT IN THE FACE SHUT UP! she... needed a moment to get herself together after that)

37. Did your Character find the Necromancy of Thay? How are they handling it/planning to handle it?

Thenure and co. did in fact find the Necromancy of Thay. She was not confident in her ability to read and or comprehend it, plus she got bored, so she handed it to Astarion to deal with. He was struggling to make the voices shut up (really, how hard is it to just ignore the voices in your head, that's genuinely something she deals with constantly just tune them out) so she told him to drop it for now and they'd figure it out later. (SPOILER: she definitely just handed him the means to translate it appropriately and he's a little miffed that he had to ask Shadowheart to dispel his curse but at least now he can read the blasted thing and she can stop listening to his complaining about it)

[coruscantguard]

"Talk to me about my WIP"— Questions: 7, 5, 6, 3, 4

Thank you so much for asking!!! :D

7- What is your favorite scene you’ve written so far?

Oh this is REALLY hard. Hmmm, I'd say it's a tie between the scene where Fox speaks with his younger self in a dream, and a scene with Barriss, Vader, and the Inquisitors. Both scenes are particularly brutal, and I think I did a really good job portraying them.

5 - Are there any OCs in this chapter/fic? Who’s your favorite?

This fic contains some epistolary elements, and pretty much all the OCs in this fic show up during those segments. My favorite OC in this fic is probably Jedi Knight & artist Selina Theudemer. Selina came into existence after I realized that we don't exactly have any canonical prequel Jedi artists (that I could find, at least) and I decided I wanted to show what the Empire likely did to art created by the Jedi after the Order. (Selina's story is sad. She was an artist drafted into a war she staunchly opposed, and her entire life's work was used by the killer of her people to drum up hatred for her family. But it's also a reminder of how powerful art can be, and even if she didn't win, she still cared and loved and fought for a better world, and that matters. Selina the beloved <3)

6 - Does this chapter/fic have any twists that you’re proud of?

Yes, it does!

3 - Whose your favorite character for this chapter/fic?

Saying Barriss and Fox is probably cheating, lol, considering that they're the main characters, but goddamn am I happy with how their stories are going so far. But if I have to choose one, I think I'll go with Barriss! I'm thrilled with the storyline I thought up for her, and I'm so excited to write the rest of it.

4 - Whose is your least favorite character for this chapter/fic?

It would be very easy for me to say Palpatine here. After all, it's Palpatine. He almost always takes this role. However, honestly? I hate Palpatine, but I am SO FUCKING IRRITATED by the Grand Inquisitor CONSTANTLY that I think the Grand Inquisitor is gonna take the "least favorite character" role here. He just gets on my nerves constantly.

[neonganymede]

This is a little late so I don’t know if you’re still answering these, but if you are I’m curious about 3 and 18 of the ao3 wrapped ask game!

Of course I'm still answering these! I never turn down an opportunity to talk about my fics or writing in general <3 thank you so much for asking!

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

I have two fics that I'm proud of, so forgive me for rambling about them! The first fic is Without Words. I've never actually planned out a fic before, and this one became so much more than I'd ever anticipated. A couple of the scenes in that fic that felt like a punch to my own gut to write, particularly the section with the sticky notes.

The second is Dates and Delusions. It was my first attempt at writing an au for Soukoku, and while I was insanely nervous about it, the finished product is something that's very dear to my heart. It's definitely a universe I'm not finished with, and I'll be so excited once I have the opportunity to add another fic or two <3

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

I always have the most trouble writing from Chuuya's POV! I'm trying to get better, but he's still a bit of a struggle for me. I relate much better to Dazai and his way of thinking, or at least the way I tend to write him. The fic I'm editing now is mostly in Chuuya's POV, and I'm... honestly very insecure about the way it's coming out. I don't think it's bad; I'm just never satisfied with any of the fics I write in his POV ^^;

[honeysuckle-venom]

2, 18, & 45💜

Thank you so very much for asking Fable!!!

2. Do you have a “type”? If so, describe it

I mean....yes and no? I'm relatively open and can find lots of different people attractive. And at the same time the number of real crushes I've had is very small. But I think I sort of have a type, yeah. I tend to be drawn primarily to butches. Tall, short, fat, thin etc don't seem to matter much to me. But butch masculinity and certain connected mannerisms are attractive to me. If someone offers to carry something for me or lends me their jacket? I...yeah.

18. Favorite lesbian movie?

Oh this is soooooo hard I have to give three I'm sorry. Favorite lighthearted lesbian comedy is D.E.B.S. Favorite period piece is The Handmaiden. And favorite contemporary dramedy is Cloudburst.

45. At what age did you know you were a lesbian?

Ooh this is a tricky one. I think 16 but I'm not 100% positive? Let's see if I can trace the arc of my sexuality journey lol.

I started fantasizing about girls when I was 12 or 13 but kind of just ignored that, I wasn't ready to deal with it. But then the summer when I was 14 I met a girl and fell head over heels for her. She was the first out lesbian my age I'd ever met, she had short hair and let me wear her leather jacket and she was funny and smart and a good actress and I was a goner. She and I were best friends for several years and I was pretty much in love for almost 2 of those years. But I think at that point I was calling myself bi? Or maybe pan?

But by my first semester away at school when I was 16 I think I was calling myself an ace lesbian (which is still how I identify). There was this clique of lesbian girls in my year and I wanted to be part of their group sooooo badly but they didn't like me. And I'm pretty sure I was calling myself a lesbian then and was upset that I was a lesbian too but they didn't seem to believe me. So yeah, somewhere around 16 I believe, and it hasn't changed since, though over time my identity specifically as a nonbinary femme lesbian has developed and deepened.

[slippersandsmoke]

2, 4, 21, 22, 23 for the ask? :D

lasdfjlskdf thank you sososo much for asking about my OCs <3

2. which oc has never had their first kiss?

Rory! He's always been more into ghost hunting and journalism and writing in general, so he's never really spared a thought about kissing other people or being in relationships. He does sometimes have platonic crushes, and I think he maybe wants to kiss someone, it's just not at the top of his priority list.

4. which oc can cook? what's their favorite thing to cook?

Liam and Will can both cook! Liam likes to make fancy meals with several courses, and it's more to show off than anything. He also makes fancy additions to typically simpler dishes, with herbs or some kind of dramatic flair, and he likes making things his dad used to make to see how closely he can replicate it.

Will likes to make comfort food, but he's really good at it. His favorite season is soup season.

21. which oc is a lightweight? which oc carries them home?

Elliott is a lightweight, and a lot of the time he forgets just HOW much of a lightweight he is. Will carries him home because Will is very much not a lightweight, so he kind of ends up taking care of his friends at parties, as long as he doesn't go too hard.

Enyo is also a lightweight (there's a scene in the actual story with this and it doesn't end well for him) and I'd say Ellis carries him home, but Ellis more like drags him home by the ankle and barely gets them both in the door.

22. which oc likes to read to their partner? which oc likes being read to?

Elliott works at a bookstore, so he sometimes comes home with cool books or books he thinks Liam would like (when the two of them are together - their story is a little complicated and I'm still figuring it out). Liam takes a while to settle when Elliott reads to him, but Liam likes being read to while he's doing something else, like cooking or organizing something or sometimes when he gets migraines or doesn't feel well. It ends up being something that he's surprised is so relaxing for him every time.

Rory also likes to read to people, but he'll read to anyone who'll listen, and it's usually some sort of paranormal reference article or history book where he's going on about ghosts and stuff.

Owen is the same - he's a librarian, and he loves sharing new info he learns and recommending books, and he'll take any book off a shelf and read if someone will let him. In the mansion, I think he does some kind of storytime thing (since, y'know, they're all trapped their and they don't have much else to do) where everyone sits in one room and they all pick a book for him to read to them.

23. which oc dog ears pages? which oc thinks that's an abomination?

I think a lot of my OCs dog ear pages (*I* think it's an abomination, I'm disappointed in all of them).

OCs who dog ear: Elliott, Ellis, Rory, Morgan, Will

OCs who hate it: Liam, Owen

Jasper doesn't read much, and when he does, he just kind of abandons the book, puts it face down, closes it, whatever. Will typically uses whatever he's got lying around, so he'll use old receipts, string, a fork, and dog earing is a last resort. Winslow has a special place for her books, and she tends to just remember the pages. If anyone touches or moves her books, she will commit murder.

[aemondtragaryen]

hihi 💌 7 & 14 for the end of the year asks? (also happy holidays if you celebrate!! 💖)

hey Irene, thanks for asking me these :D I hope you enjoyed the holidays!!

7. Favorite actor of the year?

I just loved Tom Blyth in TBOSAS idk he scratched an itch

14. Favorite book you read this year?

I loved If You Could See The Sun by Ann Liang, I may have to reread this bc it was so good!

end of year asks

[sensitiveheartless]

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[chloesimaginationthings]

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[stevebabey]

part one here. ze part two to touch-starved stevie that absolutely no one requested hehe <3 but i gots to let my boys have a wee kiss :")

So, hugs with Eddie become… well, a thing.

Not a thing. They’re not a thing, Steve and Eddie. It’s totally the same as when he gets hugs from Robin. Eddie’s doing him a favour as a friend. It’s got the 100% platonic energy of getting a hug from a friend — a hug that usually melts into some form of a cuddle, limbs all tangled together until they can’t tell whose are whose.

Except, Steve doesn’t really do that second part with Robin. Like he hasn’t done it ever with Robin.

So, it’s an Eddie thing.

But they’re not a thing. Not matter how much Steve would actually very much like for that happen. Okay, maybe Steve’s overthinking the whole thing a bit, but he just can’t tell.

Where’s the line? It’s infuriating not being able to discern between platonic and more, just because Steve wasn’t held enough as a fucking baby. Out of all the things he resents his parents for, Steve’s surprised that this is so near the top.

Because, sure, Steve’s had more than his fair share of hookups. He knows that sort of touch. He knows the shape of lust; the scrapes of fingernails down backs, the tight grips over skin, the push and pull of the heat of the moment.

And this thing with Eddie… is not that.

So, really, Steve knows that it’s all friendly. Eddie is just being nice. He’s being a decent dude and helping his friend out — by catapulting himself into Steve’s arms at every opportune moment.

(Steve’s only dropped 3 mugs of coffee because of this so far. It’s only because Eddie says good catch, big boy with a devilish grin every time that Steve manages to catch Eddie that Steve hasn’t completely told him to knock it off. Just yet, at least.)

And he’s different in other areas. He’ll always seem to choose the seat next to Steve on movie-nights now, content to snuggle right up to him. They get thigh to thigh, arm to arm — and Eddie only needs to get about 20 minutes in for him to do a big sigh, like an old dog, and slump over, resting his head on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve notices though. He always notices.

It’s impossible not to— the skin, even if there’s 3 layers between them, burns blazing warm. Eddie’s hair drapes over his arm, a curl inevitably tickling along Steve’s collar. He can feel the rise and fall of Eddie’s breathing, the little shake of when he laughs.

It drives Steve a little insane— insane in the way that makes him think about burying his fingers in those curls again, about pressing his lips against Eddie’s pretty mouth just to feel the smile against his skin, about digging into his chest so he can climb into his chest and live there.

Yeah, it’s— well, it’s safe to say that the effect of Eddie’s touchiness has sent what was once a fleeting thought of a crush into mind-melting levels of affection.

But he can’t fucking tell.

-

To Steve’s credit, neither can Eddie.

Which is not surprisingly considering sometimes he catches himself wondering how the hell he ended up here; in a close-knit friendship with band-geek Robin Buckley, princess Nancy Wheeler, and King Steve Harrington.

Okay, the Robin one sort of makes sense. He thinks that if no matter when their paths crossed, he and Robin would’ve always even some sort of strange friends - her snark complimenting his bitchiness. Also, the whole super queer thing helps too. Even the friendship with Nancy works, in its own weird way.

Steve though? He’s the fucking curve ball.

It works though, the two of them. Surprisingly well, actually — the two of them get on like a house on fire, bitchy quips back and forth. Even better, is the quiet that they can share. Steve loves to come around and do… nothing. Do nothing with Eddie, though.

So, even though Eddie had noticed the tension in Steve with touch, little moments where he turned rigid when Eddie’s usual wandering hands got too comfortable — Eddie chalked it up to the usual. Guys bring too uncomfortable with him, too weird about another guy being touchy. It didn’t matter than Eddie wasn’t even out to Steve yet, he was still might be that type of guy.

Well, Eddie had certainly thought so. Sure, Steve might not be one of those jocks who smacked around boys who looked too long in the locker room, but if he knew a smidge of the truth, who really knows. It would explain the tenseness at least.

But then— ‘Can I… have a hug?’ There had been a dozen things Eddie was thinking that Steve could’ve asked for but that? Wasn’t even in the ballpark. It was so left-field it left Eddie speechless for a whole moment. And Steve had been staring at the ceiling, his hands curled up tight again like- like he thought Eddie might say no.

A ridiculous thought, honestly. Anyone who knew Eddie well enough knew he was touchy; loved giving it, loved getting it. Like an overly affectionate cat, Wayne had once called him, just 11 years old, because Eddie’s need for affection seem to never be sated.

After that night, Steve’s lack of touch became far more obvious. It’s always hair ruffles or high-fives, yet never hugs. Normally, Eddie would keep to that boundary; some people are less touchy other than others, he knows that.

But… “Sometimes I realise it’s been awhile, since I’ve had some touch.” That’s what Steve had said, his words. Eddie doesn’t even think he meant to say something so heartbreaking. In fact, the guy seemed embarrassed.

It had thrown Eddie for a loop— because Steve gets around. He’s nearly notorious for one-night stands and failed flings, as Robin loves to drone on about considering she’s subjected to all the flirting. What had originally been a point of envy for Eddie, just saturates the bleakness of Steve’s words. Sex but without a moment of intimacy.

So, while Eddie is miles away from being the person who gets into Steve’s pants — not for lack of want, mind you — he does try hike up the touchiness. Little things. Lingering when he taps him on the arm, hooking his chin over Steve’s shoulder to peer over it, leaning up against him when they’re side by side watching a film.

It’s good. It helps Eddie release the pressure of his stupid monumental god-awful crush he has. Yeah, yeah, it’s laughable, even to Eddie. It’s like Gay 101; don’t get crush on straight dudes, especially the ones you’re friends with. And yet…

Steve lets him. He lets Eddie give him touch, more than he lets anyone else. He still tenses; there’s still always a moment before he can remember to relax, like he’s trying to shake off bad thoughts but then he melts. He always melts into Eddie’s touch eventually — in a way Eddie knows Steve actually loves it, drinks it up as much as he can.

And maybe, Eddie is the biggest fool to grace the Earth to let that fact give him some hope. Sue his gooey heart, he’s a romantic. It’s a quiet hope but, it’s there.

Tonight, it seems relaxing for Steve is been harder than usual— several times has Eddie traced a quite long along Steve’s arms, a subtle point that they were far too tense for someone who was wrapped up in cuddles on the couch. ‘Cos that’s 100% what they are now. Eddie will still call them hugs, but usually, when it’s just the two of them, it becomes this.

Steve, tucked up into the corner of the couch, one leg flush along the back of the couch and one hanging off the edge. It’s the prime position for Eddie to crawl up, wind his arms around Steve’s middle and give him a good squeeze and then settle there. Head on Steve’s chest, lying in the cradle of his hips. Safe. Warm.

It makes him warm, oh very warm to know that he gets this. That Steve doesn’t give this amount of trust to many, if any, other people but Eddie — he trusts Eddie.

“Y’know,” Eddie says, cheeks smushed against the plain of Steve’s pec. It feels deliciously warm and Eddie’s fairly sure he can feel how toned it is just through his cheek. Hot bastard. “I’m actually real glad you asked for that hug all those weeks ago.”

He leaves it there ‘cos he knows Steve will ask. Eddie’s eyes stay on the buzzing tv-screen even as Steve’s head shifts, turning to peer down at the boy slumped on his chest. Eddie’s pretty sure he can see Steve’s mouth twitch up into a smile.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” Eddie affirms, giving a nod and his eyes flick up to meet Steve’s for just a moment. “Think I’ve had some of the best hugs in the world.”

Okay, that was maybe more honest and sappy than Eddie was going for. He is just letting Steve know he isn’t just doing it for Steve — that he enjoys these moments just as much. He lays it on thick, tries for a smarmy angle.

“Swept up in these pillowy arms?” He croons, giving Steve’s bicep a quick squeeze, making the other chuckle softly. “Who wouldn’t think so? I’m a lucky guy.”

Despite the joking tone, there’s no quick comeback from Steve. That’s alright. Eddie’s quite happy if this is one of the times Steve just takes the compliment; let’s the word sink in and hopefully, believes them, even if it’s just a little bit. He watches the film and doesn’t read into the silence.

Not even when Steve says, “Eddie?” all soft. Nearly shy sounding. It doesn’t quite register to Eddie’s ears.

“Mm?”

“Eddie.” Steve says again, a little firmer and that catches Eddie’s attention. He turns his head and rests his chin on Steve’s chest, his brows drawn together in silent question.

But the moment he makes eye contact, Steve’s doing that scrunched up face again. Is studying the ceiling instead of facing Eddie. And just like all those weeks ago, his hands clench up tight. Twists up the fabric of Eddie’s sweater in between his fingers and uses it to ground himself.

Last time, he asked for a hug. Considering he’s currently just about squishing Steve beneath his body weight, Eddie can’t fathom what he might be worked up to ask for. Unless he was going to ask for something more than a hug— which, well, just wasn’t going to happen, even if Eddie really wanted it to.

“Can I-” Steve starts. He sucks in a breath, almost like he’s gathering courage. But he’s not, because he’s not about to ask for what Eddie hopes for, he’s not, he’s—

Unless…?

“Can I… have a kiss?” Steve asks, barely audible. The sentence is murmured, soft words that hit Eddie like a gentle kiss in itself — imprinting right onto his heart. Steve Harrington wants a kiss — from him!

“Oh.” Eddie says, in a breathy delightful way. He’s fairly certain the little monkey in his brain is clapping its cymbals at double-speed as the words process; or maybe it’s his heart, which feels like it’s leapt up his throat.

“Oh?” Steve echoes, a smile already playing at the edges of his mouth, because he can see Eddie’s want. Because he knows him.

“Yes.” Eddie says suddenly, with a frantic nod, pushing up closer so their faces are aligned. “Yes, absolutely, you can.” He affirms.

Steve huffs a quiet laugh at the eagerness and then his arm that had been slung around Eddie shifts. It moves up til his hand caresses along the line of Eddie’s jaw, tilting him just how he likes.

Eddie holds his breath. Counts the freckles he can see this close. Tries to feel Steve’s heartbeat through where they’re pressed so closely together; can Steve feel his? Thundering and hurried, beating so hard Eddie thinks he might bruise the inside of his ribs.

Then Steve kisses him. And shit, Steve’s lip are better by ten-fold than every daydream Eddie’s ever had about them. They’re warm and so soft — plush and pressing against his own and Eddie is freezing. Fuck, wait, how does this go again? Right, Eddie’s never… well, kissed anybody before.

Steve pulls back and Eddie screws his eyes up — not ready in the slightest for the disappointment of his own shoddy kissing skills. Fuck, did he really just freeze? Steve — Steve Harrington — asks for a kiss and Eddie decides to stab himself in the back by not figuring out how to fuck to kiss back.

“You call that a kiss?” Steve teases and Eddie’s well aware of the parallel — of the irony of Steve repeating his own words back at him. But he can’t make himself laugh even though it’s funny. Instead, a little groan wiggles out his throat.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, earnest. He forces his eyes opens — he needs to see what’s Steve’s thinking. Where he’s expecting disappointment or perhaps regret, is only patience. Maybe a touch of concern. Eddie continues, despite the humiliation that makes his throat sticky.

“I haven’t- I don’t do this often.” He coughs awkwardly clearing his throat and hoping it hides the next word. “Ever.”

There’s a jump in Steve’s eyebrows, a moment of surprise in his eyes that lets him know he did, indeed, hear that final word. It makes Eddie feel… well, it’s nice that Steve had expected him to have been kissed by now. Even if he hasn’t. He tries to take it as a compliment.

“That’s okay,” Steve assures. Absentmindedly, his thumb rubs soothing along Eddie’s jaw. It makes Eddie shiver, some outrageous amount of joy clawing into every nerve. Steve likes Eddie. He wants to kiss Eddie.

“Do you want to try again?”

Eddie nods before the questions even out of his mouth. Steve smiles, all sunshine. This time when he draws Eddie in, he notices the way Eddie holds his breath — the rigidness in his body.

Steve kisses him again, another short and soft one and then whispers against his lips, “Relax.”

‘Cos isn���t tonight just full of the parallels, Eddie thinks. He listens, tries to focus on how sweet Steve’s kiss is than his panicky heart, forcing out a breath between the kisses. His hands along Steve’s sides find a grip, grounding and good, and by the fourth kiss, he begins to feel a bit melty.

It’s good. It’s really good. Kissing Steve is top 5– nay, the top moment of his life so far. Somehow, it’s made all that much better knowing the build-up behind it. Knowing that Steve knows he isn’t just kissing him for a heat of the moment — that Eddie wants kisses here, kisses before bed, in the morning, on dates. Eddie wants Steve.

And with the way he kisses, Eddie’s pretty sure Steve wants him just as bad.

It doesn’t take long for Steve to reach what Eddie decides is an ultra pretty fuckin’ state; lips swollen from kisses, cheeks flushed, hair a little mussed up. He bets he looks no better. The thought makes him grin, enough they have to break the kiss ‘cos Eddie can’t stop his stupid happy grin ‘cos shit— he actually gets to have this Steve.

“What?” Steve asks, somehow half heart-eyed and half suspicious at the mischief in Eddie’s eyes.

“Can I... have a hickie?”

now with a part three !

[choccy-milky]

Pls I beg Clora wearing only Seb’s shirt

she just can't wear it if she plans on getting anything done😇

[thebaratie]

I was just mindlessly scrolling, but I followed you purely because that one Luffy post had so much chaotic good energy that I had to follow you for more content of the silly little guy.

TYSM! here's a little captain for your passage!

[originalartblog]

Question, is there tiny soukoku corruption??????

With big Chuuya around I don't think Tiny would ever need to use Corruption. His tiny gravity manipulation isn't as strong.

But you got it in my head so let's picture it: there is this 3cm-tall dude that faintly glows red and throws deadly baseballs around. He's fast, dangerous, and, again, 3cm tall. Good luck catching, or even spotting him.

It's Chuuya who ends up having to catch him and throw him at Dazai like a ping pong ball so Dazai can nullify him. Or maybe throw Tinyzai at him. Your pick.

and then Tiny rolls over and starts snoring the hurt away because he's Chuuya and he's just built different.

tiny snore

[butraura]

It’s the way that when Buck told Eddie that he and Natalia broke up, Eddie said, “welcome back to the world of the living, Buck; you were missed.” It’s the way that at the graveyard, Eddie said, “to be honest, you haven’t been the same since [the lightning strike] happened… but how could you be?” It’s the way that, to Eddie, Buck died for 3 minutes and 17 seconds, but he never came back to life. It’s the way that when Buck said he broke up with Natalia because all she wanted to talk about was death, Eddie saw the light in Buck that he hadn’t seen since before he was struck. It’s the way he missed the Buck he was before he died, but didn’t push him. The way he said, “you don’t have to be anything for anybody,” when Buck said he felt that he had to try to be the “same old” guy he was before the lightning. The way that even though Eddie did miss the old Buck, and he did want to be there for him, he gave him the space he needed to heal, even if it meant healing with Natalia. It’s the way that, when Buck told him that he broke up with Natalia, he raised an eyebrow and immediately welcomed him back. In that moment, Buck was alive again and Eddie had him back. It's the way he loved Buck back to life. It’s the way Eddie loves him to his core.