#Fever Events

[alongcomes-mary]

Reach for the Stars at Astra Lumina

I don’t know about you but I’m missing the holiday season. This was the first year so much of it “clicked” with Mabel and it truly was magical to see Christmas through her eyes. One of our favorite activities this year was looking for houses decorated with lights. Every time we pass anything with lights now, she screams “Christmas!” Thank goodness we were able to make it to Astra Lumina. This…

[daclium]

Shell

[cuntphoric]

after gojo rearranges your insides he'll do your makeup, nails, or even play mario cart with you :3 cause he loves yooouu and only yooouu

[dailyarturiartfgo]

Almost white day!!!!!!!!!!

[whampersan]

- queef by cupcakke playing in the background -

[steddiehyperfixation]

so you don't get lost (steddie ficlet)

written for @steddielovemonth day 17 rating: T cw: alcohol tags: first kiss, clubbing, college au, platonic stobin prompt: Love is about a hand reaching out to you so you don't get lost

“She’s totally into me, right?” Robin asks as they wait for their drinks at the bar, her smile a mile wide, and it’s been a minute since Steve’s seen her smile like that. 

“Yeah, totally,” Steve agrees. The girl Robin’s been talking to all night is drifting back over to them even as they speak, the two of them like magnets since they first traded smiles on the dance floor earlier that night. 

Robin glances back at her and bites back a wider grin. She bounces on her tippy toes and whispers to Steve, “If I make out with her it’s not gonna make you feel awkward, is it?” 

Steve shakes his head. “Go ahead,” he encourages. 

It had been a group effort to get Robin out tonight. Her university friends had enlisted Steve to help drag her out of the mopey funk she’d been in since getting broken up with two weeks ago, and it had taken an hour of Steve hyping her up while she kept crying off her attempts to do her makeup before she finally managed to make it to the club. He’s just glad it had been worth it. 

“I don’t even know if I remember how to do this,” Robin mutters, a little nervously, as she and Steve grab their drinks and rejoin her friends on the dance floor. But it turns out, she has nothing to worry about. The two girls resume their orbit around each other, and the second the next beat drops and the lights strobe, the other girl finally pulls Robin into a heated kiss. Steve watches this, and he smiles fondly. She deserves it. He’s happy for her. 

And he’s totally not jealous. Not necessarily of Robin, obviously, or the girl she’s kissing, but simply of the fact that they’ve so easily found a hot drunk stranger to make out with at the club and he…hasn’t. He can’t even remember the last time he’s had a decent kiss, much less scored at a club, though not for not wanting to. 

Steve finds himself glancing at Robin’s friend Eddie, the tatted-up metalhead Steve’s felt a pull towards since the first time they’d met. He thinks about kissing him every time they’re out together, and maybe there was a time when Steve would’ve just gone for it, a time before he’d taken a few too many hits to the ego and developed doubts and insecurities, but now the thought just makes him nervous. Eddie makes him nervous. 

He feels that nervousness now as Eddie catches him staring and he shakes those lovely dark curls out of his face and smiles at him. It bubbles in his stomach, flutters in his chest. Steve downs the rest of his drink and looks away. The alcohol floods heat through his veins and blurs his vision, but the ever-present thrum of anxiety just from being in Eddie’s proximity still isn’t dulled. He bobs numbly to the music, avoiding looking at anybody at all now, only staring at the floor or the wall or some super fascinating point just above everyone’s heads, sure he looks like an absolute freak. 

It goes beyond just wanting to kiss Eddie; Steve’s not stupid, he knows the only explanation for this sheer amount of nervousness he feels around him is that he’s got an actual, proper crush. Because not only is Eddie super fucking hot, he’s also sweet. Steve is an outsider in this group and he knows it, the college dropout who only tags along because Robin insists on it, but Eddie never makes him feel like that. It’s always Eddie who makes sure he’s included in conversations, always Eddie who makes a point to loop Steve into the context of inside jokes and stories whenever Robin is too distracted to. Steve craves those interactions, gets a thrill every time Eddie so much as speaks to him. So he doesn’t only want to kiss him, he also just wants Eddie to like him, wants him to see him as a friend at the very least. But it’s not like they’ve ever even hung out outside of a group setting, and sometimes Steve fears Eddie’s just being nice and he doesn’t actually see him as anything at all. 

Steve’s drifted so far into his own head he doesn’t realize his group is on the move, pushing deeper into the dance floor and leaving him behind. 

“Steve!” Eddie’s voice calls out to him and snaps him out of it. Everyone else has been taken by the crowd, but Eddie hangs back, reaching his hand out to Steve. 

Steve takes it, swallowing down the way his heart pounds as Eddie’s fingers curl around his hand. Eddie pulls him through the throng of jostling, sweaty bodies, and even though he maintains a tight grip on Steve’s hand, he still keeps looking back at him like he’s making extra sure Steve doesn’t get lost. Warmth blooms in Steve’s chest. Maybe he’s just drunk, maybe he’s just delusional, but all of the sudden he feels so very very cared for. 

“Thanks,” Steve says, nearly shouting to be heard over the music. 

“‘Course.” Eddie smiles as he turns around to face him. They’ve caught up to their friends now, but he’s still holding Steve’s hand. “I’d never just leave you stranded.” 

Of course he wouldn’t. He never has before. Steve just smiles back and squeezes Eddie’s hand. 

They’ve only just let go of each other when Robin and her girl, still kissing clumsily and staggering about the dance floor, stumble straight into Steve and knock him off balance. “Woah!” Eddie reaches for him again instantly, looping an arm around Steve’s waist to keep him from toppling over or careening into the crowd. 

“Ah! Sorry!” Robin giggles before she’s whisked away again. 

Eddie laughs. “Good for her, right?” 

“Yeah, good for her,” Steve says, watching his best friend spin out of sight, and when he looks back he startles at how close he and Eddie are, suddenly very aware of Eddie’s arm around his waist and his hands on Eddie’s chest. 

“You okay?” Eddie asks, his grip on Steve tightening like he means to steady him. 

“Yeah, thanks again.” Steve regains his footing, but he doesn’t pull away. There’s something there, he thinks, in the way Eddie’s always reaching out to him so he doesn’t get lost, literally and figuratively, in crowds and conversations. It could just be friendly, it could just be nothing, but for the first time, Steve lets himself hope. He even thinks about leaning in right now, but then he thinks about it too much, and he doesn’t. 

Instead, there’s a weird moment where they’re both just staring at each other. Eddie’s got this confused little smile on his face like he’s waiting to see what Steve will do, and when Steve doesn’t do anything, Eddie’s smile abruptly becomes more playful as if he’s trying to break the tension, and he starts theatrically swaying them to the music, even though it is most definitely not the swaying sort of beat. Steve laughs, his racing heart making it come out giddy and giggly, especially when Eddie drops his waist to grab his hand and twirl him around. 

Eddie pulls him in close again then, and this time Steve doesn’t think at all. In fact, it’s unclear which one of them leans in first; all Steve knows is that their lips finally, finally meet in the middle and he finally, finally gets to tangle his hands in Eddie’s hair, and it’s sweet and it’s hungry and it’s absolutely perfect. Steve holds onto Eddie and he gets lost in him. 

When Steve meets back up with Robin outside after the club closes, they exchange a celebratory, congratulatory high five, the both of them with matching kiss-swollen lips and dates set for next week. 

[whump-side]

Whumperless Whump Event Day 26 - That's no barn spider: Venomous bite Maybe the snake wasn't in the boots, but it still was somewhere

@whumperless-whump-event

[fever-project]

Wars doodle with Arospec flag colors for the @queering-the-chain event! I was planning on doing something more, but oh well.

[incandescentflower]

I rewatched the Donghee and Hotae scenes in ULS and was sorely reminded that we didn't actually get a full resolution for them?? arrghhh I clearly need to write fic.

I am now seriously considering nominating The Time of Fever for yuletide.

[sparkleswap]

Sparkleswap Finn with 72 if somehow possible 👉👈

72, Finnegan - Cabo (Ricky Montgomery)

[pick a number 1-100 + a sparkleswap character and ill try to do fic or fanart based on what i get!]

[ryescapades]

Rye! Congratulations on your milestone! I'm extremely happy for you <3

I'll request [ 🍰 SLICE ONE ; speak up ! ]: 07: shut up and let me kiss you. (sfw)

Loid Forger is a spy, and a wonderful husband. Sometimes there will be times he'll be away, but it's okay because I know he'll be back. I have that much faith in him. This prompt made me think Shut and Kiss Me by Angel Olsen. :)

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prompt: 7 - “shut up and let me kiss you.” characters: loid forger x gn!reader contents: fluff, comfort, petnames (dear, darling, love) wc ~ 800 (not proofread)

a/n: @ambiguouslady42 steph my dear tysm for participating !! <3 i hope everything here aligns well with your dynamic with him but if there’s anything you’d like me to change, lmk ^^

there is a waft of rich and buttery, spicy and savory, sweet and appetizing and everything in between as you take in another deep breath. your eyes take another note of the empty kitchen, save for yourself, your phone and the platters of delicacies– all of which are his favourites– that you’d diligently arranged on the dining table.

another beat passes, and your nerves waver as the expected ding from the device never came.

‘come rain or shine, he will return home.’ you remind yourself once again.

tapping the screen of your phone, the low light gives away to a snapshot of a delicate hand intertwined with another as a shiny metal band sits beautifully on one of the knuckles that are always subjected to one too many kisses on the daily. a soft smile tugs on your lips as you gaze warmly at the wallpaper, heart squeezing at the date displayed at the top.

it’s your planned dinner date with loid, and your husband seems to be missing in action as you wait at home all by your lonesome.

there are things better left undiscovered and you know how busy he is, how demanding his work can get. it was the reason why you’d decided on doing this at home in the first place, planning to greet your husband after a grueling day at work with a variety of his favourite home-cooked meals.

it’s not really a secret nor a surprise or anything, per se. loid already knows about your little pick-me-up idea for him, and had even enthusiastically agreed to come home on time to spend the evening with you.

although you can’t help but feel the concern and uneasiness gnawing at your insides the longer the silence stretches in your shared home. it feels wrong, somehow, for the house to be so quiet, for there to be only one person when it should rightfully be occupied by two. you pick up your phone, fingers swiftly opening up your contacts to dial loid’s number before pressing it to your ear.

three rings go by, another two, voicemail.

you try again, again, and again; dialing and hearing it ring and receiving the electronic voice from the other side.

your brain continues to chant. come rain or shine, he will return home.

heartbeat drumming incessantly in the confines of your ribcage, you fail to notice the simultaneous drumming of footsteps just outside the door. you lightly nibble on the tip of your fingernail as you continue to wait for him to pick up your calls.

he will return home.

he will return home.

he will return–

suddenly the door slams open. your pulse jumps from the unexpected sound, head turning towards the entrance of your home before a small gasp spills out of your mouth at the sight.

loid, an exhausted mess that he is, heaves from the run he’d been doing straight from his workplace. his suit is all rumpled as he runs a hand through his blonde strands, tired eyes connecting with yours in the low light of the open kitchen.

“i’m sorry,” he blurts out. he barely even glances at the full table in front of you, hues of blues focusing only on you as you abruptly get out of your seat to approach him. “god, i am so sorry, darling. i know i said i’d be home early today but something came up at work and they had me staying back to check on it,” he fumbles.

those words of his and the next go into one ear and out the other. a mixed sense of ease, comfort and warmth fills you, a certain lightness dancing on the edge of your heart as you take his face in your hands. “loid,” you cut off his rambles.

his words are stuck in his throat, his eyes bouncing between yours as he gently grabs one of your hands in his and whispers slowly, “yes, dear?” there's hesitance swirling in his gaze, worried that you might get upset that he didn’t stay true to his words. knowing where his thoughts have wandered off to, a soft smile grows on your face, “shut up and kiss me, my love.”

his breath stutters, and before you know it, loid is already pulling you into a kiss, lips gliding against yours to convey all that your words could never. you bask in his touch, pouring all the longing and reassurance into him as he wraps his arms around your waist to get you closer, to drown himself in your love until his world only contains you. because at the end of the day, no matter how bad everything could turn out, all he ever needs is you to make it better again.

you; his compass, his north pole, his light, his one and only beloved, his–

home.

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[kiwizoom]

The prompt was a character "teaching/tutoring" another, obviously I had to go the unhinged route. Kurapika receiving kissing lessons in his sleep (?) from his arch nemesis and twin of circumstance Chrollo

[god-damnit-vinne]

okay you cant tell me kokichi didn't look like this during this scene

[adhdtsukasa]

(tl by tsukasa's #3 fan on yt)

tsukasa actually not being that flexible and struggling with ballet moves had only made me more grounded with my headcanon: he used to take ballet classes as a child, but he was way too hyperactive and bored with doing only the basic exercises that after a month or so it finally made his instructor break down in tears and call his parents to tell them to never bring tsukasa here ever again because he's way too much for him to handle

[feroluce]

Lucid Dreamer (2/2)

part 1

Gepard stalls almost a week before he finally goes out to the safehouse, and it takes him a couple days to find it because Sampo didn't have the time left to be wasn't super specific about the location. But he does find it.

It's pretty bare bones, really. Gepard knows that was probably to be expected, but… It feels crushing, when he realizes there are so few personal things here. It's nothing specific to Sampo. Just some food, some medical supplies. A cot and a heater and a lot of mismatched blankets. Nothing to remember someone by.

But he does find the letters, in a metal box stashed away under the bed.

There are two for him. Three for Natasha, and two for Seele. One for Hook, one for Serval, one for Pela, one for Bronya.

Bronya's is mostly business. They knew each other from the whole Stellaron incident, but not much beyond that, and the incoming catastrophe is a more pressing matter. Seele's is actually two copies of the same letter, and Gepard realizes why when Seele is so angry she rips the first one up without reading it. He gives her the copy a couple days later, and she slinks off without a word.

Pela seems completely normal after hers is delivered, but Gepard knows better than to trust that. The next day, he finds her asleep in bed with Serval, bottles abandoned on the floor, both their eye makeup smeared and running and Pela's glasses horribly smudged and crooked on her face. Serval doesn't read hers in front of him, but she's clingy with Gepard, Pela, and Lynx for quite a while after. She throws herself into her work a lot. She insists the heater from the safehouse is busted and she needs to keep it. It's too dangerous for use by someone who's not an engineer. Might burn their house down or something. Gepard doesn't argue.

Hook's letter is short, with easy to read words. The rest of it is actually a treasure map, and she and the moles spend the next several days running through the Underground, finding hidden candy and toys. Hook asks them when Sampo is coming back, because one of the marbles she found from his map looks green, just like his eyes, and she wants to give it to him. Natasha shoos Gepard out of the clinic before he can even begin to think of an answer.

Natasha refuses to let him see what's in her letters, which ok, fine, he'll respect that. He hears from Bronya who heard from Seele who heard from Natasha herself though that one of the letters was a map and the other a catalogue, with all of Sampo's hidden "warehouses." Gepard promptly marches himself back out to the frontlines, where he can turn a blind eye. If a ton of stolen goods suddenly enters the black market, and if the orphanage and the clinic suddenly have new supplies, well, technically that's none of his business.

Gepard goes to bed, curls up under mismatched blankets and closes his eyes.

He doesn't dream.

One of Gepard's letters was also business, like Bronya's and Natasha's. He and Bronya follow everything meticulously, down to the letter, because there has to be some good to get out of all this, there has to be. Gepard can't let it all be for nothing, it would bury him.

And so the catastrophe passes. Not without casualties, and not without a lot of damage and destruction. But Belobog survives.

And after that, time just kind of…goes on. Gepard has been a part of the Silvermanes since he was old enough to enlist. The Fragmentum had gotten so much worse in the years before Welt sealed the Stellaron. He knows the statistics, it is literally his and Pela's jobs to keep track. He knows when he sees a face everyday in the camps and then it's suddenly gone. He's not unfamiliar with things like grief and loss.

He still catches himself checking the trashcans and the supply crates and soldiers' footprints sometimes, though.

But there comes a night where Gepard goes to bed, holding the mismatched blankets to his face, and he dreams. And it's strange, it's off, it sticks with him. Sampo doesn't look the same. He's thinner. His muscles have atrophied. He looks like how Gepard has seen soldiers after months in the hospital.

The most unsettling difference is there's a scar across the left side of his head, Gepard can see it over his ear, peeking out past his hairline, carving towards his cheek. Sampo is always careful about his face. Gepard once saw him dodge a Fragmentum monster and literally let it cut across his neck just to keep his face clear. He wouldn't let that happen for nothing.

Their actions in the dream itself aren't new. Sampo seems tired, run down and worn out, but he announces his presence with aplomb by lobbing a bunch of smoke bombs off the rooftops and sending his soldiers scrambling. Same shit, different day.

The new part is what he says when Gepard chases him out to the edges of the camp, tackles him into the snow. Gepard pins him to the frozen ground to detain him and Sampo doesn't even fight it, just looks up at him like he's seeing sunrise for the first time in months.

"I'll be home in one week."

[sicktember]

It's Not Too Late To Join In The Fun!

Sicktember is a month-long whump/hurt/comfort prompt event that takes place in September. This event focuses on sick characters and their caregivers.

There are still about two weeks until the official start of the event- but hey! Being fashionably late never hurt anyone.

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