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#listen... I’m soft
justaregularken · 4 months
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Your werewolf boyfriend spooning you while his knot is still inside, tail lazily wagging as he murmurs about how you’re his
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giulzart · 8 months
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“You walk into the room and I go quiet
I catch your eyes and don’t blink an eyelid
Feels like the world locked us on an island
An island without waves”
Also just to clarify, mostly cause I don’t know how okayish my storytelling skills are, but the middle panel is basically Violet taking in Seven appearance up close after years of not seeing him(small panels) and then remembering the past(big panel underneath).
Like always, amazing story and characters are from @infamous-if, go read it!
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seagreenstardust · 3 months
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Yoichi calling Kudou “My Hero”
Kudou smirking as he uses Kacchan to finally get Izuku to listen to him
Izuku not wanting to let go of One For All, not because it’s strong or because he’ll be Quirkless again but because All Might gave it to him so it’s precious to him BABY
The vestiges taking the fight inside of Shigaraki, meaning we might get vestige Izuku and vestige Kacchan
I loved it. Everything about it.
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ghostcupdraws · 2 years
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Witchers need taking care of too
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kennahjune · 4 months
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Fuck the Trauma Bond
A Lucas and the Party version of this
Lucas was bouncing the ball on the pavement of the basketball court at the playground. It was surrounded by high chain-link fences and the hoops on either end were worn and rusted and the pavement itself was cracked worse than the Upside Down ground.
He had never looked happier.
Dustin and Will looked on from where they sat at the top of the slide on the playground. Lucas was tossing the ball around with a couple of other kids from school that neither of them knew.
But Lucas knew them, and that was all that mattered, apparently.
Max, El and Mike were a little farther back from Lucas, past the lame excuse of a basketball court and in the street, where Max was showing Mike how to skateboard while El loitered and watched.
It was absolutely sweltering. Ranging from 92 degrees to the Devils fucking asscrack, in Dustin totally correct opinion.
He was bored out of his mind but didn’t mind watching Lucas bounce the ball. He looked happier bouncing an orange sphere than he did playing DnD, which unsettled Dustin in a way that made him lightheaded.
“Hey, Will.”
Will hummed in acknowledgment but didn’t look up from his sketchpad.
“Does Lucas look happier?”
Will looked at Dustin with a raised eyebrow before focusing in on Lucas.
“Huh. I mean sure.” He shrugged. “But it’s cause it’s basketball. Lucas really likes basketball. And if he really likes it then why not be happy while doing it?”
Dustin flipped the thought a few times in his head.
It wasn’t that he was mad about Lucas playing basketball. He got over that a while ago after Lucas and Mike had a full-blown argument/mental breakdown that included Mike’s abandonment issues and Lucas’ FOMO (fear of missing out).
But Dustin also wasn’t outright vocally supportive. He didn’t go to the games, he didn’t hang around for Lucas’ practices. He would (probably), but even after Eddie’s name was cleared and he was painted a hero but the government goons, Mike and himself were still targeted heavily in school alongside the rest of Hellfire.
“I don’t really see the appeal, I guess.” He told Will, instead of voicing his inner thoughts.
Will shrugged. “You don’t have to. It’s Lucas’ interest. But simply showing you’re willing to listen to him about said interest can go a lot farther than you’d think.”
“Are you saying I don’t listen to him?”
“I’m saying you guys dismiss him.”
“Dismiss him?” Dustin watched Lucas more intently.
Will hummed. “Literally yesterday. He was talking about his encounter with Steve and how they’d made a really cool new play and you guys all so obviously tuned him out that when he stopped you guys just kept nodding because you hadn’t noticed.”
Huh.
That was really shitty.
“Did we really?”
“Yep.”
“Damn.”
“Damn indeed, Dusty-buns.”
Mike, Max and El joined them a couple minutes later.
“What’re you nerds talking about?” Max asked, sitting at the bottom of the slide with El while Mike climbed up to sit behind the boys and lean on Will’s back.
“How we’re apparently really shitty friends,” answered Dustin with his chin in his hand. He was still watching Lucas. One of the guys playing— a curly blond kid a head shorter than Lucas— pulled him into a weird hug thing where they slapped each other’s backs and immediately went back to playing.
“What?” asked Mike, muffled from where his head was shoved into Will’s shoulder.
“Lucas likes basketball.” Dustin confirmed.
Mike and Max looked at him.
“Yeah? We know that, Henderson.” Max snarked.
“And we know nothing about anything including him and basketball.”
They both seemed to pause.
“What do you mean?”
“Will says we’ve been dismissing him every time he brings it up.”
They both looked at Will, Mike peeling himself off of his back to do so.
Will shrugged and harshly erased something on his paper. “You do.”
“Which is why it’s stopping now.” Declared Dustin.
Mike blinked at him owlishly. “Um, dude? We can’t really go to him games or practices. You know we’ll both get mauled,” he muttered quietly.
The other three looked between Mike and Dustin.
“You’re both having problems still?” Will asked, looking stricken.
“I thought Jason dying would mean they’d fuck off.” Muttered Max.
Mike scoffed. “Just cause Carver’s dead doesn’t mean shit. They still think Eddie’s the Devil and that we’re his fucking worshipers or whatever. They chased me all the way to the back of the school on Wednesday.”
Will winced and Max glowered. Dustin felt the slide shake a little.
“El, relax. It’s not that bad.” Dustin watched El’s gaze soften slightly and the slide stopped rumbling. She looked at him sadly. They’d all heard about the bullying in Cali at some point. Dustin smiled back but it didn’t reach his eyes.
He turned back to address the whole group.
“Sure we can’t go to every game, but maybe we can get Steve to go with us to some. You guys know he wouldn’t let anything happen. And besides— Steve likes sports to.”
That struck a thought in his mind: how many times had he dismissed Steve?
He pushed it back for now.
“And even without going to games—“ he pressed on, “—we can still try and listen to him more.”
Mike and Max nodded slowly. Dustin takes it they hadn’t realized they hadn’t been listening before.
“And speaking of,” Will said, placing his sketch pad and pencils into his bag. “Here comes the man of the hour.”
Sure enough, Lucas was walking backward to them while waving to the guys who were leaving the park altogether. They were all waving back and laughing.
“Hey, guys!” Lucas jogged up to the slide.
“Hey, stalker,” Max greeted cheekily when Lucas bent to give her a kiss.
“Hi, Lucas!” El cheerily added. “Did you have fun?”
Lucas smiled. “Yeah! Daniel— the dude who was wearing the red hoodie like a damn maniac— was stupid fast and really cool! He showed me how he pushes off his feet for speed and when I—… never mind.” He tried for a smile but it didn’t reach his eyes.
Dustin frowned.
“Why’d you stop? Keep going, dimwit. When you what?” Mike prompted.
Dustin snickered when Will slapped his arm lightly.
Lucas looked stricken for a split second before his face broke out in a grin.
“Well—“
And the rest is history.
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Bonus:
When the first game came up, only 3 months later, Steve took the whole Party— older teens included.
They took Eddie’s van, the kids piled in the back while the teens took the actual seats.
When they got to school it was hectic chaos of Steve taking a headcount and leading everyone in. They struggled to find seats where their whole group would fit and in the end they sat on the bottom line of the bleachers with half of the them on the floor.
It was actually fun, much to Dustin’s and Mike’s surprise. Even if the looks shot at them and Eddie from some of the players were downright hostile.
Steve went with them every time they got up to do anything. No one left without someone else there— so Mike wasn’t alone when Adrian Gonzales tried to corner him by the concessions. And Dustin wasn’t in as much trouble when Treyton Klink pulled him by the shirt into the bathrooms.
So yeah— it wasn’t the best. But that was ok, because the hug Lucas gave them afterwards was worth it. Dustin would go through hell (again) to get another hug like that.
Mike looked about ready to agree with the flush that now littered his face and shoulders.
Will laughed at him and poked fun at him about the blush the entire ride home. Max and Lucas himself eventually played in with it as well, only worsening the blush and making the teasing better.
Lucas was over the moon for the rest of the night.
They slept over at Casa Harrington (as the Party so lovingly called it), piling blankets and pillows and dragged mattresses and discarded cushions on the living room floor while Lucas went on and on and on with Steve for what felt like forever.
Dustin wouldn’t have it any other way.
Especially with the matching smiles on their faces.
Dustin’s never seen them so happy, and he caught Eddie staring at Steve the same way Max was staring at Lucas, so Dustin figured he agreed.
He’d endured literal hell for his friends; what’s so wrong about one interest?
Dustin’s dreams were filled with buzzers and cheering and scoreboards. But that was a problem to complain about tomorrow.
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saltpepperbeard · 2 years
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There’s something so domestic and sweet about Ed asking Stede if he needs his clothes folded while they’re captive. Just the gentleness to his voice, barely above a whisper, asking, “Do you need anything folded? Your shirt? Your socks?”
It just seems like a glimpse of all the love and care to come.
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werepires · 2 years
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Dean should bury his face in Cas’ chest more often and maybe then he’d calm down
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Amortentia
"Mr. Potter!" a reporter shouted as Draco and Harry stepped out of the restaurant. "Mr. Potter!" And not just any reporter, Draco noticed. Finn Leonard from the Prophet; handsome and tall, absolutely fucking viscous. "Mr. Potter, a word?"
He felt Harry tense beside him, his entire body thrumming with irritation. "If I say no, will you leave us alone?" he snapped.
Leonard grinned, sharp and shark-like, "Rumor has it that Malfoy's got you under an imperius."
Harry rolled his eyes and tugged Draco along, "Come on," he said.
"Love potion?" he called, still trotting along behind them, "Care to comment on Amortentia? That's what one of our close personal sources-"
Harry had his wand drawn and had spun to face Leonard in an instant, pinning the other man to the brick wall. "Say one more fucking word," he hissed, voice deadly quiet.
"Harry," Draco said, tugging his arm, "It's not worth it."
"Why not?" Harry asked, glancing at Draco out of the corner of his eye before turning his burning gaze on the other man who'd visibly paled and was swallowing apprehensively where Harry's wand was shoved against his adam's apple. "Why shouldn't I?" he continued. "I'm Harry Potter," he added lowly. "I can do whatever I want; The Prophet has commented on that for years now. Who's going to prosecute me?" He looked Leonard up and down, "You?" He huffed a scorn-filled laugh, "you print utter horse shit and everyone knows it. Who would believe you over me?"
"If that were true, you wouldn't be threatening me at wand-point," the wizard pointed out, in spite of the way that his knees were knocking.
"Give it a try," Harry laughed, "print it in the paper tomorrow. See what happens. See how fast you're fired." He took a step back and held his hands splayed open in front of him. “Print a word of that rubbish about love potions and I’m coming for you with a lawsuit. That’s slander,” he added before spinning around and grabbing Draco’s arm.
They’d apparated away before Draco could say another word. The moment they landed, Harry’s hands were on him, tipping Draco’s chin up, “are you alright?” he asked gently, so terribly gently.
He nodded, blinking away from his gaze. “I’m sorry,” he murmured softly.
“For what, baby?” he asked, drawing him into his arms and kissing his forehead, his nose, his chin.
Draco shrugged, “that you always get harassed because of me. That we can’t ever just go out for a nice dinner. That-”
“Hey,” Harry said, carding his fingers through the short strands of hair on the back of Draco’s head. “It’s not because of you. It’s because of them; they’re ignorant arseholes. My affection for you doesn’t change because of them.”
“You deserve-”
“To be happy,” Harry finished. “And you make me so happy. So I don’t give a shit about what he or anyone else has to say. You’re mine and I’m yours. And that’s all there is.”
He leaned his forehead against Harry’s, “I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you.”
Harry laughed and kissed him again, “the feelings mutual, my love,” he assured. “The feeling is mutual.”
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Written for the @hdcandyheartsfest prompt ‘amortentia’
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Well, it’s not an everyday ocurrence to hear Regulus call him by his name instead of Potter, is it?
What do you think? I like this way of drawing James better :)) ready to draw silly things (or if you have any ideas, they are welcomed)
Alsoooo, i didn’t knew what to write for them so I went for a trope that I’m weak for but I included a version without text cause they are cute like that too 🍊
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cruciology · 2 months
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My most random ship has got to be Sansa/Podrick. I’m right about this I know in my heart of hearts he would treat her right.
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runraerun · 4 months
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Just finished watching Gotham Knights for Misha reasons, and now I can’t stop thinking about Harvey Dent self-cest FUCK
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bigdumbbambieyes · 1 year
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They were on their way to work in the Beamer and Steve was bright and glowing in the morning sun, his face dotted with beauty spots and moles and Billy couldn’t look away, even as his boyfriend kept bitching.
“—and it’s like, why the fuck does it matter how the tapes are displayed? People are gonna see them! And take them! They’re for rent, not for show, right?”
“Right,” Billy hummed with a little smirk, resting his cheek in his hand, elbow on the car door.
“So I told Keith, ‘hey, man, I think this way might be better’ - and you know what that asshole told me?? ‘That’s stupid’! He said my idea was fucking stupid!” Steve huffed with annoyance, which was Billy’s favourite way to have him (annoyed), because it was funny and cute at the same time.
But, only when Billy was the reason Steve was annoyed. Goddamn Keith wasn’t allowed to annoy his pretty boy so much.
“You want me to ruin his morning, babe?” Billy smirked, already thinking of ways he could.
Steve glanced over at him from where he was looking at the road and gave him a smile, like he was touched that Billy was so willing to ruin his boss’ morning for him, but shook his head ‘no’, “Nah, it’s fine - I’ll just put the display up how I want and he’ll deal with it.”
“Atta boy, Harrington,” Billy grinned, proud and amused.
They pulled up to the shop and Billy zipped up his coveralls, making sure to grab his lunch that Steve packed and coffee thermos before looking over to see Steve already leaning into his space. Billy smiled and leaned over, meeting his pretty boy halfway for a kiss, something soft and casual.
He pecked Steve’s lips a few times more before pulling away to admire Steve’s little half-lidded look, smiling as his boyfriend hummed, “Have a good day. I’ll call when I’m leaving the store.”
“Okay,” Billy smiled, “The boss is letting me work on my car after my shift, so, don’t rush. I’ll be here when you’re done.”
“‘Kay,” Steve hummed, and they shared one last little kiss before Billy was opening the door and getting out. He grabbed the door and bent down to tell Steve with a little grin, “And I’m looking forward to hearing what that dickhead has to say about your display.”
Steve grinned with a little roll of his eyes, “I’ll tell you all about it over dinner. Spaghetti tonight, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Billy smiled, loving that he got to make dinner plans with his boyfriend. The little things really made his day. “Love you, peanut butter.” He hummed.
Steve’s grin grew wider, “Love you, too.”
Billy shut the door and watched the Beamer pull out of the lot and head towards Family Video, smiling to himself with a little huff of amusement before turning and heading into work.
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rainymoodlet · 9 months
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Kiss Me in Komorebi+ 🌸
[Ep. Ten] A Night on the Town!
You’re gonna go, I know - ‘cause the free wind is blowing through you hair, and the days surround your daylight there…
These two went on into the early morning! There’s only one proper way to finish an all-night bar crawl, after all - greasy food and first kisses! 🥹 Congratulations, Fabian!
@rebouks
[ Part 2/2 ] 🌹
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nympippi · 1 year
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Vance loves listening to Finn’s space rants 💕🪐 🚀
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spencer-is-dead · 6 months
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My favorite genre of Twiyor fanart/fanfic is just the one’s where they’re hugging. It feels so soft and sweet and it just gives me this deep satisfaction seeing these two just being close to one another. Like, idk how to explain this but them hugging feels way more personal and meaningful than kissing?? I don’t know, that’s just how I feel.
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ectoplasmer · 3 months
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wwwwggh curling up against your f/o on a cold winter night and loosely wrapping yourselves around each other. pressing your face to their chest and hearing their heart beat and their soft breaths. feeling them relax as they fall asleep and getting to watch their features soften and ease. falling asleep feeling all warm and safe snuggled up to them…….
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