#Soft soft soft :((

[soni-dragon]

so about that hug

[lucyllawless]

[loveisactivated]

Keep stroking my hair.

[missgem000]

I’m going to post some of my favourites this week, please DM and let me know which one it yours 😈😈

[psymachine]

fun fact: it takes 30 - 90 minutes for the evil to enter their bodies in the morning

[seagreenstardust]

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.

[thetarttfuldickhead]

He stumbles in and it’s late, isn’t it, too late, and he’s drunk, isn’t he, and he shouldn’t even be here, probably, should be back at his own place, in his own bed, where he can’t disturb anyone and won’t be a nuisance and—

The linens are soft, smooth, as he slips between them. Keeley hums a sigh, shifts as he wriggles in under the covers, and her scent is familiar, is soothing, is home. He’d run a hand over her back but he doesn’t want to disturb her, and then there’s a hand on his back and he doesn’t startle, he doesn’t; he stills, caught.

“Hey, babe,” Jamie murmurs, and Roy can hear he’s only halfway awake. “All right?”

And for a moment he can’t speak. For a moment there’s nothing but Jamie’s hand on his back, and the unthinking welcome. “Yeah,” Roy eventually croaks. “I’m fucking fine. Go back to sleep.”

“Mm.” Nothing more than that, nothing but that soft exhalation, but Jamie’s hands reach for him, and Jamie’s arms wrap around him, and Roy finds himself pressed between them, Jamie against his back and his head nestled against Keeley’s hair, her scent in his nose.

“Missed you,” he think hears Jamie mutter.

Roy thinks he believes him.

[paponela]

the shocked little face she makes when blake touches her

[lacunha]

Bunny. Pretty in pink.

Full set on www.lacuna.one

[m3gahet]

30 Murdertooth for the Kiss Roulette please?

Murdertooth lovin hours

[steddieas-shegoes]

In addition to modern migraine Steve (my beloved) I would absolutely adore a oneshot of migraine Steve and chronic pain Eddie taking care of each other if that sparks any creative juices for you!

Thank you!!! I will give Steve a migraine any chance I get, which is really unfair and not cool, but it's just why not make the boy suffer more? But chronic pain Eddie? NEW TO ME. I mean obviously there is so much potential to be explored and boy I hope I explored it enough in this for you. Hope you love it - Mickala ❤️

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It was a bad day for Eddie.

His bones ached, his muscles ached, his scars, somehow, ached.

The clothes on his body felt like they weighed 100 pounds and were covered in needles.

The trek to the bathroom felt like a marathon and he was in dead fucking last.

He hadn’t always been like this; The pain hadn’t always controlled his life the way it started to after the Upside Down.

Sure, the injuries he sustained there caused problems, but they’d figured out that they’d just exacerbated what was already slowly happening in his body.

Fibromyalgia.

Wayne said it ran in the family, that some of them just had mild cases that were easily treated with pain meds, hot baths, and massages.

Maybe he’d get lucky and that would be it.

Or maybe luck left him long ago and he was stuck with the bad kind.

The kind that left him in pain always, but on some days, it was the kind of pain that made him wish the bats had achieved their goal of eating him from the inside out.

Some things did help dull the pain.

He took Tylenol like it was candy, probably destroying his liver in the process.

Sometimes just floating in Steve’s pool helped take the sharp pains away.

Hot baths helped if Steve served as his pillow.

Sleeping it away was good when his body let him do that.

Steve was still asleep in bed, lucky bastard. He wouldn’t have to hear Eddie’s groaning while he tried to just use the damn toilet.

He sat because it hurt to stand more than it hurt to sit, and let his head fall forward.

He heard footsteps coming into the bathroom and he sighed.

“Go back to bed, Stevie.”

“Bad day?”

Steve was speaking so low, Eddie had to strain to hear him.

Oh no.

“Mhm. Migraine?”

“Mhm.”

Steve walked over to the bath, turning the faucets until he felt their desired temperature.

“We don’t have to do this right now. You should go back to bed so your head gets better.”

“Wanna help you. It’ll help me, too.”

He was probably at least a little right about that. Baths did help his migraines sometimes too.

Steve poured the peppermint oil soap into the tub, which was specifically for their bad days.

It helped the pounding in his head and the shooting pains in Eddie’s body.

Eddie got up, removed all of his clothing, and let his back rest against the cool tile wall behind him.

It provided a bit of relief, like a full body ice pack, as he watched Steve strip off his sweatpants and boxers.

Steve got in, shutting off the water when he was sitting down, and relaxed against the back of the tub. He looked over at Eddie and nodded at him to get in.

Eddie slipped in slowly, his body screaming at him to stop moving, but also asking for relief in any form it could have.

He settled his back against Steve’s chest, sighing when the warmth of the bath and coolness of the peppermint helped ease some of the joint and muscle pain he felt.

Steve rested his hands on Eddie’s shoulders, fingers giving just enough pressure for him to know what he was wordlessly asking.

Eddie nodded.

Steve started rubbing his shoulders, making him moan with relief.

Steve kissed the back of his neck after a few minutes, letting him know he was taking a break and resting his eyes. They both tried to rest, tried to keep the pain at bay for just a bit longer.

Eventually, the water got colder. Steve didn’t like sitting in cold water, it sent him into panic attacks, so Eddie took one for the team and leaned up and over to drain the water.

He stood up and wrapped the towel hanging up around his waist, moving slowly to trick his body into thinking he was still in the warm bath.

He helped Steve stand knowing his migraines brought an imbalance in equilibrium, a nausea he couldn’t prevent when he moved too fast.

He wrapped Steve’s towel around his waist, ignoring the twinge of his elbows and back as he did so.

But Steve didn’t ignore it. He looked at him sadly and tilted his head towards the door.

They made it back to their bed, both somehow more tired than before, as if they’d actually run a marathon instead of just walked to the bathroom to take a bath.

They didn’t bother trying to dry off, dropping their towels and getting into bed naked and damp, letting the sheets do the work that they should’ve done.

It hurt to feel anything touching him, but something about the way Steve’s body curved just right into his, his hand resting over his worst scar on his abdomen, made it bearable.

Steve rested his head against his chest, letting out a shaky breath like he’d been holding it back until he could be comfortable in bed. Maybe he had been.

Eddie’s fingers found their way to Steve’s hair, lightly scratching his scalp in a way that he knew helped distract from the pulsing in his head.

They fell asleep like that, holding each other in the ways that helped, in the ways that made them feel like they could face another day despite the pain.

They slept their bad days away, together, until they found good days again.

[bird-inacage]

Fort x Peat for Journey Magazine

Can they stop with the soft hand-holding?? I will die at this rate.

[missgem000]

It’s been a while…. What do you all think?

[safetycar-restart]

wolf hybrid jack doohan. he’s less like a wolf more like a really big lap dog. he’ll curl up in your lap and let you pet him. rumbles against your chest when you’re stress and all he asks for in return is an orgasm or two if you want to. he doesn’t really mind if you’re not in the mood because he can always wait and hey you petting his ears feels really nice

Anon, you are a visionary. You are 100% correct about this.

Firstly, I think Jack is usually quite good at controlling his instincts, sure he's got that happy, kinda wild wolf thing about him that all wolf hybrids tend to have, but he usually doesn't struggle to control other instincts. Except around you.

From your first date, jack has always just been.... utterly besotted with you and his instincts to show that have never been tamed. He will happily follow you around, no questions based, just glad to be with you. And if he think someone is annoying you, then he's gonna growl at the person because absolutely no one is allowed to cause you any inconvenience whatsoever.

And yeah absolutely he's just an oversized lap dog with you. He is entirely incapable of just sitting next to you, that is utterly unacceptable. He MUST be sitting on you or over you or at the very least have a leg or an arm in your personal space. And he's just, he's so warm?? You don't need electric blankets or hot water bottles, he is your very own heater.

I also think he'll occasionally sort of just... herd you? One minute you'll be making a cup of tea in the kitchen and the next thing you know you've somehow ended up on the bed surrounded by comfy clothes with Jack standing guard at the door. You have no say in this.

(And also, we all know how Mick and jack are such good friends right? So imagine... wolf!jack and dog!Mick together. They form like a very cute and very cuddly little pack with you as their leader)

[rockingrobin69]

Midnight magic

The grass is wet and it squelches under his feet and is possibly not even grass, just, mud, just, moor, and the moonlight dancing on his skin makes him tremble like an actual touch. It’s all so—out there. Damp and glittery. Nighttime and shivery-cold and oddly, oddly gentle. A hand in his, clammy; laughter crinkling the corner of an eye.

‘Just a little further,’ murmured, ‘come on, come on.’ Fingers warm and so solid around his wrist, pulling with excitement that’s as fresh as dew and as rumbling as laughter: pulling and they’re here. Out, of the city, of their minds. Out and the world is as true and as big as he’s always suspected it was.

‘Darling,’ a whisper, a kiss delivered right below his jawline, ‘I’m so glad. I’m so glad to be—’

‘Yes,’ Harry breathes, ‘yes, yes,’ and in his heart it hums too, it sings. The night and the trees and the water, it all glistens. It all listens, and soon enough it replies, in buzzing of tiny wings and rustling of leaves. In distant hooting and the wind blowing soothing waves onto the pebbly shore.  

It’s—mad. Harry takes Draco’s face in his hands, kisses and kisses him until he can breathe. Until it makes sense (they’re mad, it’s all brilliant). Until he remembers, it’s the beginning of September and the middle of the night and his heart is three times its usual size under his jumper.

‘Shall we go in?’

He could be serious. Harry grins to the darkness, takes him in closer.

‘You’re mad. The water will be freezing.’

‘Yes. Shall we go in?’ with that little smile. It stretches, then dims. His fine eyebrow arches: ‘We don’t have to. We can just—’

Harry kisses him, helpless, delightfully distracted with the delicate shell of an ear. ‘Yes,’ meaning, anything he wants, meaning Harry is here and is his, all his.

Draco’s eyes on him sizzle. ‘We can just sit and watch the stars for a while. There’s a bit up ahead where I—’

‘Yes,’ he says instead of take me, instead of please, ‘yes, sweetheart, yes.’ A kiss and then another.

They slip a little on the rocks. Harry’s shoes are drenched. It’s cold and he’s so happy he could cry, with Draco’s hand in his and this rush, the magnitude of it. The moon comes back out from behind its blanket of cloud, and Draco is—the words get stuck under Harry’s breastbone. He’s so himself that it aches, it’s brilliant.

Must be visible on Harry’s face. ‘I told you,’ Draco beams. ‘I told you it’s magic.’

Harry’s eyes fill with something terrible and warm. ‘You did,’ he manages through a suddenly-dry throat. ‘You—sweetheart.’

‘Come on,’ with urgency that wasn’t there before. Harry will follow, anywhere; his heart feels crushed open and oddly light. The whole night is, alight. Under the cloudy sky and far too cold on the lakeshore, Harry is here and entirely, completely Draco’s.