#they're in LOVE okay

[forestshadow-wolf]

Whenever soapghost have disagreement that they can't resolve within a day they have a mutual agreement to take it to the mats. Whoever wins, regardless of who is factually correct, is Whoever is right.

Oftentimes that means that price or gaz or the recruits are privy to see a day where soap and ghost speak to eachother in short clipped sentences, then the next day they're beating eachother up, and after that they're back to normal.

Is it healthy for their relationship? Honestly, maybe. The only time a fight has lasted longer than that is when it was about either one of their health.

Anyway their fights are definitely something to watch, it draws a crowd more often than not. Soap is fast and he's bold, not afraid to throw around his body weight. Ghost may not be as fast as soap but he's heavier, more experienced, knows how to use his body weight. Not only that, but they also know eachother's fighting style best. The dance around eachother, and more often than not they have to get creative with their take downs.

[lemxioz]

Enjoying the snow ❤️🎄

[angelxd-3303]

That little twirl has me frothing at the mouth like the hand under the chin. Makes me think if your Bowser did that, but it would turn into him dipping Luigi like a dance move and smoochin

I'm honestly shocked it took me this long to draw them kissing.

[suspendingtime]

PUT A LEASH ON HIM

A tip for everyone in Bridgerton: just don't be in the same room as Kate and Anthony.

[chaosfairy18]

Specs loves Halloween obviously so now that Friday the 13th is in September he already gets out all the pumpkin and ghost decorations, all the bats and spiders and at least already decorates his room and the living room if not more.

Dutchy comes home and just blinks because two weeks ago was still August and just this morning before he left to his shift there was *nothing* out and now suddenly there is Halloween everywhere and Specs is sitting on the couch with a Jack Skellington Sweater.

"It's Friday the 13th in Autumn, that's spooky season, I don't care what you say Zach."

"I wasn't going to say anything darling."

Specs just narrowing his eyes and sipping more of his pumpkin hot chocolate while Dutchy first kisses his head and then changes out of his work clothes

[buttercupthebard]

Something a little more elaborate =3

[rosebouquets]

theodore nott is fascinated by muggles and the harry does not understand why until he realizes they were basically a fairytale to most pureblood children raised like theo was

[straightupsickfics]

Teacher Anon 💛 💛 💛 💛 💛 💛 omfg my friend!!! Happy 2024! I hope it's off to a great start...

It's only Tuesday...

Ugh.

So how about something with our favorite pirates in their modern Ed is very protective of his hubby in his black cat "imma hover over you" mode. I freaking lost my voice due to a non illness and I'm like how am I teaching tomorrow!?! So like me as an educator...Stede must also suffer a lost voice as a professor 🙃

ahh happy new year, friend! i hope you're feeling better today and did not have to talk tooo much! <3 some sad, soggy stede for you...

***

Stede’s car is a sheet of ice. 

After the world’s longest day, Stede has finally, finally reached his car, and it’s absolutely encased in ice. It’d been raining all day, he’d known that, of course. What he hadn’t realized was how cold it'd gotten, leaving him helpless, gloveless, and scraper-less when it came time to get in his car. 

He wants to cry.

More than that, he wants to scream. Except he can’t, because he hasn’t had a voice since sometime yesterday afternoon, thanks to whatever horrible virus he managed to pick up right at the start of the semester. 

He thinks about calling Ed, but aside from rasping pitifully into the phone, even that feels impossible.  Instead, he takes a picture of his car, adds a few crying emojis and hits send. It’s about all his bone-tired brain can handle at the moment, and Ed will get it.

Ed always gets it. Gets him. 

The thought makes his eyes well up all over again as he heads back to his office to wait for his husband to rescue him. 

Stuffed with books, covered in prints, and full to bursting with a small, plush sofa, and many, many ocean creatures, Stede’s office is extremely cozy, which is a small comfort in times like these. He drops dramatically into his desk chair, thinks about grading some of the papers he has waiting for him, wilts a little, then drags himself over to the small sofa in the corner. 

Better. 

Then, miracle of miracles, his phone buzzes in his hand. 

Edward 💜: Oh, fuck. On my way 😘

Stede: Have I mentioned how much I love you?

Edward 💜: Not today. Frankly, I’m feeling a little neglected, babe

Stede: I love you. x 1,000

Edward 💜: Hmmm, needs a few more 0s I think… 

Edward 💜: Okay, love you, driving now, be there soon!!

With Ed on his way and all his students gone for the day, Stede lets himself droop across his sofa, his eyes falling shut before he can even register how heavy they’ve felt these last few hours. He’s moments from falling asleep when Ed’s voice startles him upright. 

“Aww, Stede,” Ed says. “Y’look fucking shattered, sweetheart.” His voice is so soft and sympathetic that Stede isn’t even surprised when his eyes fill with tears in earnest this time. Ed looks perfect in his black puffy coat, not ridiculous the way he should, the way everyone else looks. His hair is flecked through with rain drops, and he’s looking at Stede like he’d pick him up and carry him to the car if he thought Stede would let him. 

At this rate, Stede thinks, he’d have a hard time even protesting. 

“Hi,” Stede tries to say, but his throat is scraped raw, and he knows he’s barely audible, having wasted the last of his voice on his American Lit seminar this afternoon. A waste, as half the class had been on their phones, and the rest had the kind of zombie-eque, dead-eyed stares that made him wonder why he even bothered. 

How many weeks until spring break?

“Come here,” Ed says, making his way to Stede and offering him a hand to help him up. He pulls him right into a warm, tight hug, rubbing Stede’s back as they stand there wrapped up in each other. Stede would’ve stayed there for hours, face smushed right into Ed's coat... that is, if he could breathe. Between the worsening congestion and Ed’s thick coat, though, he doesn’t stand a chance. 

Stede lifts his head and blinks pathetically up at Ed, wondering how he’d gotten so lucky.

“Made that soup you like, that hot Italian thing? Should feel nice on your throat, even if you can’t taste it,” Ed tells him, dropping a kiss to the tip of Stede’s nose. "Then we'll get in bed, yeah? Fucking 7:00 pm bedtime. Don't let anyone tell you different Stedey, that's living the dream."

“Thank you,” Stede manages. He tucks himself back into Ed’s chest for another long minute. He can’t wait to be home, and warm, and out of his work clothes. Stede had longed for exactly that all day. But now, standing here, Ed wrapped around him, murmuring promises about soup and tea and ocean documentaries, Stede feels close enough to home; what’s another few minutes?

[overheardghouls]

drunk dew texting aether: you're the hottest boyfriend ive ever had

aether: i'm your husband

dew: HOLY SHIIITTT THATS AWESOME

[cowabinah]

[jomuffin]

little warrior nun to start since elawn suspended my twitter 😔

[forestshadow-wolf]

Another ghost+soap idea

Soap is captured and being tortured. To keep himself sane he repeats qhat he knows. "My name is john "soap" mactavish, I am a Sergent in task force 141 with my best friend Kyle "gaz" garrick, my captain john price is like a father to me, and I am in a loving relationship with my lieutenant Simon "ghost" Riley." But somewhere along they way he began losing things, first it was Gaz. The name stuck but had no connection, until eventually the name was gone as well. Then it was price, first it was the name, then the connection. Until it was down to just 2 names and faces, his own and his lover's. He repeats them like a matra, clings to it.

Along the way he losed his own name, but his mind is jumbled and not working right. "My name is simon "ghost" ril-" wait... that's not right, right? His name is supposed to start with something else, an S maybe? Or no it was- it was a J, yeah it was a J. But he still can't remember what his name is... who is he... who is simon "ghost" riley?

But he's got nothing else to him so he keeps repeating. "My name is Sim- starts with a J, and I know someone named simon "ghost" riley"

And then he loses himself again.

"My name is Simon "ghost" riley". That doesn't feel right though. But why else would he know that name? So he holds onto it, doesn't lose it this time.

He finally gets rescued. He doesn't remember anything. Or /anyone/. He just keeps mumbling something unintelligible that nobody can make out. And then- and then he sees someone in a skull mask from his peripheral. And he knows this man. And this man is now very close to him, cradling his face between worn, slightly blood soaked, gloved hands. And suddenly /his/ name is not simon "ghost" riley. No his make starts with- with something that hooks, a G maybe. Or something else in an alphabet that he can't be bothered to remember. Because suddenly the man in front of him is Simon "ghost" riley.

And the man with the funny hat led... ships? No that's not right, what did he do?

And the guy over by the door.. he was important to him right? Yeah, yeah he was, they were close... but not like he was with simon "ghost" riley, no. It was a different closeness.

~~~

He wakes up slowly, he can hear the buzzing of something above him, and his head is on something soft. He opens his eyes slowly, shutting them against the light again. Suddenly the buzzing is from the bright lights that had just been turned off. He opens his eyes again, this time it's easier. And it's simon "ghost" riley, who's walking back to him. And his name is... starts with a J.

(Shhhh I don't actually know how to finish this)

[lemxioz]

(old) Steddie sketches 💞

lovely smooches and Steve and Eddie cooking together :))))

[angelxd-3303]

Your Bowigi art gives me life!! Its so cute and wholesome

*passes this to you under the desk*

[rainylorra]

gay ppl jumpscare

[leahseclipse]

Falling in Love (thanks to kittens)

Pairing: Aziraphale x Crowley

Summary: When Aziraphale rescues kittens, Crowley hears of it and decides to pay him a visit (just for the kittens, nothing more. Really. Really.)

Warnings: none

Word Count: 0.7k

W/C: enjoy this silly blurb hehe (link on AO3 if you prefer this platform)

When Aziraphale first moved in the neighborhood Crowley didn't think much of him. He just knew that he was in the house across from his, and that was pretty much it. They never really talked. Just some greetings every now and then.

But, Aziraphale was sweet. He had to admit it. He couldn't lie on this.

He had a nice garden, would chat with everyone, even had weekly reading sessions- that everyone loved. The whole neighborhood knew and loved him.

There was no reason not to.

Crowley never dared to talk to him, maybe he was a bit shy, maybe he just didn't know what to say, there were a hundred reasons, but when he heard that Aziraphale welcomed kittens that had been abandoned, he thought that maybe, he could swing by.

Technically, he'd have a good reason this time.

So, later in the afternoon, Crowley gathered his courage, left his house and walked across the street to Aziraphale's place. He looked at the door for a moment, thinking that maybe this wasn't a good idea and that he should just walk back- but he just lifted his hand and knocked on the door before his mind could go further into the depths of overthinking.

He could hear his own heart pounding loudly in his chest as he heard the sound of Aziraphale's feet walking towards the door and almost ran away when he opened the door.

"Oh, it's you, Crowley. How nice it is to see you! What can I do for you?" Aziraphale asked with a smile. He really seemed happy to see Crowley. He wasn't faking anything.

"Uh, well… I heard, that you… rescued cats, today. So, I thought I'd… swing by. You know." Crowley said, trying to keep his cool.

"Yes, I did, indeed. I found them all alone this morning, it was… horrible." He said with a saddened face. "But they do seem better now, and I think they'd love to have you as a visitor." He stepped away from the door. "Please, enter."

"Thanks." He probably seemed rude, very rude, but unfortunately that was all he could muster up out of his dry throat before he entered his home. The interior was definitely fitting him. A lot of beige, brown, cat clocks, antique furniture… it was undeniably very cozy-like. He could hear meowing sounds coming from the right.

"Would you like some tea or.. some coffee?" Aziraphale asked after he closed the door, taking him by surprise.

"Some tea would be okay."

"Do you take sugar?"

Crowley cleared his throat. "Yeah, one."

"Wonderful. You can settle down in the living room while waiting, they're in the corner." He said with a smile as he walked down the corridor.

Crowley exhaled as he stayed there for a second, processing what just happened, before entering the living room. It was the same as the rest of the house, some brown antique furniture, some paintings, and a new addition, a beige couch with a big rug underneath. A small plant was on the fireplace, next to a clock shaped like a cat ticking and ticking and ticking away, and then, in a corner, surrounded by a sort of baby security barrier, three little kittens walking and meowing around.

Crowley never thought of himself as a soft person, but the sight of the three cats did warm up his heart a little. Maybe a lot.

He crouched down, pecking his lips together to call the cats and lightly tapping on the barrier to bring them to him, and one kitten was kind enough to pay attention to him, fortunately.

"Hey there." He said in a soft voice, approaching his finger to the kitten's face as he smelled it, then rubbed his head against it before he started purring. "You're a nice one, aren't you? Yeah, you are. You are."

"It is quite touching to see you being so kind with them." Aziraphale said from behind him, taking him by surprise again as he turned around to look at him. He had one cup in each hand. "I didn't know you liked cats this much."

"I didn't know I did too, to be honest." Crowley answered as he stood up and took the cup when Aziraphale handed it to him.

"Well, I guess that you have a reason to visit me more often now." He chuckled, maybe nervously. It seemed a bit like it.

"I guess I do." Crowley was nervous too anyway. He chuckled along, maybe so he didn't feel like a fool, but also because he did like the sound of his voice.

Telling people that cats played matchmakers for Aziraphale and him was going to be hell of a story to tell.

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