#this fic is so comfy

[yallstar]

hehe more fic art - this time for chapter 2 of differential burdens in displacement

(finding out sweetmilk has anise in it gave me the delightful headcanon that jayce's attempt at an indirect kiss comes back to bite him)

[formulaonecrumbs]

ill be back in ten, okay?

Oscar Piastri x PCOS!reader

(low-key a part 2 to this, but can be read separately)

summary: oscar sneaks in to check on reader during a pcos flare-up.

warnings: pcos mention, chronic pain

A/N: (ive had this lined up since after ur last req and i’m posting it now) no one asked for this but this is my new favourite thing to write. so ENJOY :> i keep saying this but y’all if u’ve got requests for ANY driver, please, feel free to send them in. any scenario. i’ll try to make it possible. i love u, babies 🤙💋

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you’re curled up on the motorhome couch with a hot pack pressed against your stomach and oscar’s hoodie swallowed around your frame. the pain has mostly dulled into a low throb, and now you’re just… tired.

the paddock noise hums outside, muffled behind the tinted windows, and you assume oscar’s back at work. qualifying starts soon. he’s probably in briefing.

you don’t expect the soft creak of the door.

you glance up.

he peeks in with the most ridiculous look — wide eyes, slight smirk, finger to his lips like he’s sneaking into a forbidden zone.

you raise an eyebrow. “aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“i am,” he whispers dramatically, slipping inside and shutting the door behind him. “i’m working on morale.”

you laugh quietly. “pretty sure your job is to drive the car, piastri.”

“i can multitask,” he says, crossing the room in four long steps. “and right now, the girl i love is wearing my hoodie and looking unfairly cute while recovering from a flare-up, so i had to intervene.”

he sits beside you, eyes shining, hands already reaching for yours.

“five minutes,” he says, holding up his hand. “then i’ll go back to being a professional athlete or whatever.”

you smile as he leans in, kisses you softly. it’s warm and slow, like he’s got nowhere to be — even though you both know he does.

you tug gently at the collar of his fireproof undershirt. “you taste like energy drink.”

“romantic,” he deadpans.

you giggle. “thanks for sneaking in.”

he kisses your cheek. “i’ll always sneak in for you.”

and when he finally stands to leave, he pauses in the doorway and turns back with a grin.

“might be back in ten. can’t promise anything.”

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[spinfins]

As mentioned previously, everyone in the lighthouse is so eepy, you guys, especially Rook.

It's not that Rook doesn’t get enough sleep. It’s just that they burn the energy of three people everyday, trying to save the world, trying to take care of their own stuff, and trying to help everyone else with their problems too.

When Davrin finds them passed out on the courtyard steps between Assan’s feet, he wets his finger in his mouth and then sticks it in their ear so they awaken with a shriek. Rook laughs and they go on their way.

When Harding finds them stretched out on the upper balcony, soaking up the sun (does the fade have a sun?) she stretches out beside them with the latest gory novel she found in Solas’s library.

When Neve finds them perched on the very edge of the drop off into the fade she shouts and shakes them awake because, Maker! Rook! Do you pass out anywhere you stay still long enough?! And Rook apologizes for scaring her.

When Lucanis finds them lying stretched out in front of the kitchen fireplace like a cat, he prepares a pot of cioccolata calda for when they wake up.

When Taash finds them curled under the couch in the library surrounded by books, they take the blanket from the couch and tuck Rook in, like Tama would have done.

When Bellara finds them slumped over the piano in the music room, she playfully hits a few notes she learned from a music box until Rook stirs, because she really needs to ask her something, and it's important, and Rook should really go to their bed so they don’t hurt their neck anyway.

When Manfred finds them, slumped outside Emmrich’s door, he goes and gets the first person he can think of to fix any problem. Emmrich emerges, carefully scoops them up so their head is resting on his shoulder, and carries them into his room.

Three of the Veilguard see it.

No one says anything.

[hyakunana]

Hyper Zombie Victory 🌠

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

eeping on my arm

[lulublack90]

Prompt 30 - Draw

@jegulus-microfic December 30, Word count 402

Previous part First part

Regulus woke up with a jolt, completely disorientated. He felt like it wasn't the first time that night he’d done that. He felt the strong arms wrapped tightly around him and the burning body behind him. He felt warm from his toes to his nose. He snuggled back, greedy for more. The arms tightened even more and a soft kiss was pressed into his hair. 

“Morning, love,” James murmured into his curls as he pressed a few more kisses, moving steadily down to Regulus’s neck. Regulus shuddered. He felt wonderful. He knew it was way too early for all that, but he imagined this was what it felt like to be loved. Then James’s words wiggled their way into his brain. Morning! Shit! He had to go. 

He began to wriggle in James’s arms, trying to get free, and James instantly released him as soon as he realised that’s what he was doing. Regulus felt a pang of loss in his chest when the protective arms left his body. He was sorely tempted to dive back into the comfy bed, snuggle up to James and stay there for the rest of his life. But the others would be wondering where he’d gone. 

He began separating his clothes from James’s, making sure his pile definitely had his green Slytherin tie as he’d never hear the end of it if he turned up with a Gryffindor tie around his neck. 

James shuffled in the bed so he could see Regulus better. “It’s pretty early still,” He said, breaking the silence of the room. “What if I draw us a bath, and we relax in there for a bit before breakfast?” James screwed his eyes shut, and a huge clawfoot bath appeared before the fireplace, full of steaming hot water. Regulus looked at the enticing sight and then at James’s hopeful face. He’d been about to say no, but his traitorous lips had other ideas. 

“Okay,” Stupid mouth, he thought as he watched James slowly rise from the bed, his eyes sparkling brightly as he approached Regulus, leading him by the hand to the bath and helping him in. 

They sunk into the relaxing water and both let out a little moan as the water surrounded them. Regulus postponed himself between James’s legs and laid back against James’s chest, letting out a little contented sigh when those strong, protective arms came up around him again. 

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[0rchidm4ntis]

Son of the Sea

[gomzdrawfr]

hoping to finish my assignments by tonight, in the mean time, if yall have any nikprice/nik/price/ghost/alerudy/rudy stuff that I might've missed and you want to recommend em to me feel free to tag me under said posts or come say hi in my ask

u can rec ur own stuff too!

[arecaceae175]

Nobody:

Me: SKY WEARING HIS COMFY SKYLOFT CLOTHES AND HOLDING A TINY BIRD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Image from @linkeduniverse)

[pigeon-noises]

Keeping Watch Found family will always get me...

[djarinova]

thinking about how big bokuto is. and how sometimes he forgets just how strong he is.

those moments when he's running up to you after a game and he's sweaty and tired but all he wants to do is pick you up and swing you around in his arms. and how one time you accidentally stood right in a doorway and when he lifts you up, instead of an excited squeak all he's met with is a loud yelp and a rather unsavoury string of words.

or when you're at home together and he can hear you struggling with something in the bedroom, so he comes to investigate and finds you almost tipping yourself over trying to move the weights that are blocking the wardrobe door.

or when the two of you are lying together on your bed, his hands pressed solidly on your waist from below and your legs squeezing against the outer side of his thighs. your mouth pressing hot kisses against his jaw, when he decides to flip you over so he can be on top of you. and before you can blink you have the full weight of an athlete on top of you and you have to smack his back repeatedly to get him to move up onto his elbows and allow you some respite.

[mayxo-hxh]

hisoillus first hug ever was prompted by illumi while he was asleep. hisoka was already close and a sleeping illumi just wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close and hisoka froze the fuck up because he has NOT hugged anyone in.... decades

i like to think illumi hugs a pillow as he sleeps so he just ends up hugging hisoka without knowing and hisoka sits there for a good hour without moving a muscle not sure what the hell to do

If illumi wakes up he will either notice he was hugging hisoka or wouldnt notice bcs he wouldnt open his eyes until he'd untangled himself from hisoka already so hed be like. huh. it felt like i was hugging something while sleeping i wonder what that was. if he did notice tho jdsbgjbdgjdhgsj

I also think itd be INSANELY funny if illumi thinks hisokas his pillow while eepy and he just. wants to turn to the other side and ends up lifting hisoka with his entire strength and flips him to the other side with him and hisokas like ?????????????????????????????

[so-very-small]

having a new hyperfixation and a new ship and desperately wanting to write a g/t fic of them but also really wanting to wait til i consume more of the media and really get into these characters heads. like it’s not enough to write a g/t fic about them, i need to analyze these guys to such an insane degree so i can write 100% in character reactions to finding a tiny/being a tiny. and like it’s not that i’m worried readers will find it OOC. this accuracy is all for me baybee. i need to be able to read this in five years when i know every single fact abt this show, and still find it in character. i need to absorb their psyches. like if i don’t spend a dozen hours combing the wiki and finding out their most niche traits and utilize it for a fucked up fearplay oneshot then like, what’s the point

[lunarleonardo]

I just opened ao3 after like 2 weeks and we got TWO NEW FICS?!?!?! WHATT?!?!? SCREAMINF

And oh my GOD roblox PRESSURE?!?! EEEK im so excited to read that one i read a good doors × drv3 fic not too long ago SO I AM SUPER HYPED because I love roblox AAAA :3

xD Yeah I tend to write a liiittle fast

Im pretty sure I read that same doors x drv3 fic!!! :D I LOOOVED that fic so so much!! It got ke to try playing doors again ^_^ (i failed horrendously)

On the note of fics, I actually have a whole 'nother two ficz planned. The first chapter is already done for one of them actually :P but I've been waiting to post it cus I have to finish Disconnected, and then another really small fic my girlfriend wants me to write. I wouldn't mind posting chapter 1 now, but I didnt want to unnecessarily flood peoples notifs with fics QwQ

[losersimonriley]

At the tail end of a long, grueling mission that had them run around half of Eastern Europe, Laswell had given Ghost and Soap three days of leave before they'd be flying back home. She'd even booked them a hotel in a tiny spa town for two nights. Yet even though they arrived early in the day, Soap was still exhausted enough from the mission to just let Ghost handle the check in.

Something was off, though, when Ghost returned to him. He could tell by the square set of his shoulders and the slight frown on his brows. Even without his usual balaclava, his hood and face mask hid most of Ghost's expressions from inexperienced viewers.

"Good news: Laswell's paying for two dinners each at the in house restaurant. It's supposedly very good," Ghost reported.

"And the bad news?"

Ghost subtly shifted his weight. "Only had rooms with double beds left."

"You mind sharing?" Soap raised his eyebrows.

"Nah. Thought you might."

"Nah. Let's get up to our room then. I'm right knackered from the trip."

Ghost rolled his eyes at the phrasing, but didn't comment on it. When Soap punched his shoulder to signal go time, he obediently followed to the elevator.

As forewarned, the room only had one bed. But at least it was the softest, most cloud like bed Soap'd ever had the pleasure of sitting on. He wanted to immediately lie down and never get up. First things first, though.

"Mind if I take the first shower?"

Ghost shrugged. "Feel free. Thought I'd have a look around town. Find the spa. Try the public fountains. Look at the local attractions. Tourist shite."

"Have fun. I'll cover home base while you're out on recon, then."

Ghost huffed out a small laugh as he turned to leave the room.

Soap hopped into the shower for a quick wash, dried himself off with extremely fluffy towels and then got himself comfortable in the bed. He'd planned on a quick nap, but when he woke up again, it was because someone had chucked a paper bag at his head. It smelled deliciously like baked goods.

"Got you lunch, Sleeping Beauty."

"I'd be so mad at you for waking me like that," Soap said as he sat up and bit into the bun that'd smacked him in the ear. "If this weren't so good."

"Up for an afternoon trying all the healing springs? The park is twenty minutes from here and has at least ten different fountains with different properties. Maybe one can cure stupid."

"Maybe one can cure being a dick."

"You'll never know."

They spent the afternoon together trying the water from every single fountain in the park. It had clearly been built sometime in the nineteenth century, Soap pointed out, citing the architecture and decorations. The water was various kinds of salty. More than half the fountains were claimed to have uranium in the water, a fact that led both Ghost and Soap to come up with more and more outrageous movie mutations caused by too much of the spa water. Dinner at the hotel's restaurant was fantastic. The chef didn't skimp on the fat, nor on the herbs and spices.

Soap had almost forgotten about the bed in their room by the time they got ready for bed. "I can still sleep on the floor, LT."

"Why?"

"Dunno." Soap shrugged. "Thought it might be weird to you."

"'s not." Ghost took off his boots, stripped down to his undershirt and briefs before he slipped under the covers. "Fuck. 's like a cloud in here."

Quickly, before either of them could change their mine, Soap undressed and got into bed as well. His hammering heart forced him to keep a fair distance between himself and Ghost.

"Figured you'd be a cuddler," Ghost mused.

"That an offer?"

"Mh." Under the covers, Ghost reached out to pull Soap closer to him. "Don't mind if it's you."

Soap swallowed. He let himself be pulled against Ghost, head resting on a broad chest, hand over a heart that was beating it's staccato rhythm in tandem with Soap's own.

"G'night, Simon," Soap whispered, not trusting his mouth to say more.

"Night, Johnny."

When he woke up the next morning with his Johnny sprawled out on top of him, with his breath hot against his bare neck, Ghost was immensely glad he'd convinced the hotel clerk to give them a room with a double bed. Even if it was just for one more night, he'd treasure this closeness for the rest of his life.

This felt like getting tucked into a comfy warm hotel bed of my very own <3 I hope everyone else enjoys this cloud bed as much as I do god BLESS

[lulublack90]

Prompt 31 - Beach

@jegulus-microfic December 31, Word count 479

Previous part First part

The warm water lapping around him and the constant pressure from Regulus’s body made James let out a contented sigh. He’d never felt like this before. He’d thought he liked Lily Evans like this, but now he had the real thing. He knew it had just been wishful thinking. He tugged Regulus closer, his round arse bumping into James’s groin, sending a shiver through them both. He closed his eyes and let his thoughts drift as he slowly stroked his fingers up and down Regulus’s torso. 

He wondered if they could ever go away on holiday together. Somewhere warm, he thought, as Sirius always complained about how cold Grimmauld Place had been. Perhaps somewhere with a beach. Then they could lie out in the sun. Regulus would probably have to keep in the shade as his skin looked like it would burn easily. Then, when they got too warm, they could cool off with a dip in the ocean. He smiled as he imagined picking Regulus up and throwing him into the waves as he squealed in delight. 

“Do you like the beach?” He asked. He felt Regulus tense beneath him. 

“Not really,” he said after a few moments. “There’s little shade, sand gets everywhere, and I can’t swim, so the water is useless to me as well,” 

“I could teach you to swim, love,” James croons, taking Regulus’s hands in his, bringing them together, pushing them up, out and around to meet in the middle again in a crude breaststroke motion. 

“Where would we even practice?” Regulus asked quietly, watching his and James’s arms move before him. 

“The Black Lake?” James suggested. 

“The Lake! Are you mad? It’s bloody freezing in there!” Regulus snatched his hands back and turned to stare at James, water sloshing over the sides of the bath and onto the rug beneath. 

“Okay, okay, no lake,” James chuckled at Regulus's absolute look of horror at his suggestion. He thought hard for a second, trying to come up with a good alternative. Then it hit him. 

“Regulus, have you ever been in the prefect's bathroom?”

“I’m a prefect, of course I have,” Regulus scoffed. 

“Have you ever used the bath?” Regulus stumbles over his words as he realises what James is saying. 

“No, because it's like a swimming pool. That might work,” He said, starting to sound excited. “Would you really teach me?” James wrapped his arms around Regulus’s body again and pulled him in close for a kiss. 

“Yes, love, it would be my honour,”

They towelled off and dressed. Regulus left the room first, but not before James lured him back in for one last kiss, feeling his chest swell as Regulus smiled shyly at him before closing the door. James flopped back onto the bed with a ridiculously large grin covering his face. Yesterday had been the best day of his life. 

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