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[abbdabbpittgal]

Sleeping Sickness Chapter 30: Root For the Home Team

Cassie, Dana, and a group of family and friends take Harrison to his first baseball game.

Word Count 5,053

Rating: Mature

[akirasstories]

Late Night Driving and OMG Drunk Texting

okay, as i already posted some drunk texting, but here's another part: 😁

drunk texting

Theo sighed, the weight of the night already pressing down on him. “Alright, we’re leaving. Now.”

“Noooo,” Liam whined, clinging to Theo’s arm like a lifeline. “I wanna stay with you.”

“You’re coming home with me,” Theo said firmly, steering Liam toward the door.

Liam stumbled along but managed to turn his head and grin at Theo. “Ohh, you’re taking me home?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows in a way that was absolutely ridiculous and not remotely endearing. “You gonna be all bossy there too? You know, I like that. Oh, or when you—”

Theo clamped a hand over Liam’s mouth, his patience wearing thin. Liam, of course, didn’t care, simply grinning behind Theo’s hand.

From the floor, Alec stared at them both, then pointed dramatically. “You two are fucking! I knew it!”

Theo leveled him with a sharp look. “Alec.”

Alec burst into uncontrollable giggles, tipping sideways until he was lying on the floor, clutching his stomach. Meanwhile, Liam peeled Theo’s hand away from his mouth and immediately intertwined their fingers, holding on like his life depended on it.

“Oops,” Liam said with mock innocence, “I didn’t mean to say that. But Alec can be your best man, so he can know!”

and here is 'late night driving', just a cute one-shot about theo and liam and how they finally (kinda) get their shit together. there's also a lake and a midnight swim and a shirtless, wet theo that makes liam almost have a heart attack 🙂‍↕️

late night driving

For a moment, he just stood there, toes sinking into the soft lakebed, feeling the gentle ripples lap against his skin. The moonlight reflected off the surface, and the whole place felt untouched, quiet, like time hadn’t moved since he was last here. He remembered his Mom laying in the sun, watching him run into the water, showing off his handstand. A small smile tugged at his lips.

“I loved being here,” Liam murmured, more to himself than to Theo. His voice softened. “It was so fun. Mom really laughed when we were here. Can’t believe I forgot about this lake.”

He turned back toward the truck, and Theo was watching him. His gaze was steady, unreadable, but there was something warm in it. A small, barely-there smile tucked at the corner of his lips, soft in a way Theo never really let himself be.

Liam swallowed, his heartbeat picking up like it always did when Theo looked at him like that. He pushed past it and grinned.

“C’mon,” Liam said. “Let’s go swimming.”

Theo didn’t move.

Instead, he scoffed, arms crossed over his chest. “Yeah, no.”

Liam huffed, rolling his eyes. “You’re such a baby,” he muttered, stepping forward, letting the water rise higher around his calves. “What, scared you’ll melt?”

[iamthecomet]

Comet im sick and if your doing the lil ficlets can I get sick!whoever (dew) getting taken care of by mountain and ifrit and being whiny and bratty but still liking that he's being taken care of.

I'm sorry you're sick! I hope you feel better soon! <3 I'm sorry this took me too many days. The words haven't been wording well lately.

Dew's awful when he's sick. He'll never admit it out loud. but he knows it. He knows he's a pain in the ass. But when he feels like this? He can't help it. He feels like shit. His already barely there filter is non-existent.

He just wants to feel better. And nothing helps. He's drank probably six hundred cups of Rain's stupid tea and that hasn't done anything except make his mouth feel weird, and his head feel even fuzzier. It was supposed to make him sleep. It just made him feel like he was on the wrong side of high. Feverish and loopy. Rain keeps bringing him more. He feels a little bad for snapping at him, but it feels like he's being slowly poisoned and he's already going to die from whatever this is and that's bad enough. And Aether's magic only lasts as long as Aether can touch him, which isn't long considering Dew is burning up. He buries himself deeper into his blankets. He curls up on the couch in the common room. And he pouts. His head is pounding, he's freezing cold, and somehow sweating, his body hurts. He hopes the pits of hell will open up and swallow him. It would be better than this. At least then he'd be warm.

He watches too much television, reruns of tv shows he hates. The same horror movie on repeat until his head aches worse. He tries to sleep. He can't. Ifrit and Mountain show up in the middle of the third day. Ifrit first. Poking his head into the common room and seeing a pale, miserable Dew sitting cross-legged on the couch, bundled in blankets. The TV is still on, a rattling drone, but it's clear Dew isn't actually watching it. His eyes are glassy, fixed somewhere in the middle distance. "Droplet?" Ifrit asks stepping into the room. Dew glances over at him. Dew shoves both of his hands out of the cacoon he's made for himself and makes grabby hands towards Ifrit. "Where have you been?" Dew demands. "I've been freezing." "What do you have?" Ifrit asks warily.

"Some stupid shit from the siblings."

"How many times do I--" "Yeah yeah yeah, stop fraternizing with the Humans. whatever. just, come over here. Please. I'm dying."

Ifrit sighs, but he doesn't say no. Instead he sits next to Dew, and wraps both of his arms around the little fire ghoul. He's hot to the touch, but Ifrit can feel the tremor in his body from the shivering. He cranks up his own body heat, resting his chin on top of Dew's head. "I forgot how tight you hold people," Dew grumbles, but he makes no move to pull away, instead he sinks deeper into Ifrit's embrace. Ifrit rolls his eyes, knowing Dew can't see it. "Do you want me to go away?" "Don't you fucking dare." Mountain finds them like that, an hour later. Ifrit's still cradling Dew against his chest, half asleep. Dew is somewhere between sleep and awake, still too feverish to actually sleep. But the warmth is dragging him down. Finally, he's comfortable. Mountain drops down onto his other side. "Firefly," Mountain says softly. Ifrit's eyes crack open to look at him. Dew shifts to do the same. Mountain's holding a mug, more tea. Dew makes a face, wrinkling his nose up and pressing his face back into Ifrit's chest.

"No more tea, that shit fucks me up."

"It's not the same tea." Mountain says. He runs his hand up Dew's spine. The fire ghoul is almost impossibly hot. But Mountain doesn't pull his hand away, if anything he sets it down heavily, a slow stroke up and down his spine. "That shit Rain gave me was nasty."

"He was trying to help, Firefly." Mountain says gently. "But that blend doesn't work as well on fire ghouls as it does on water ghouls." He holds the mug out for Dew. Dew stares at it dubiously. He shifts enough so that he can sniff it. It isn't the same as the one Rain had been forcing on him. Instead of spruce he smells cinnamon. "It's not going to make me loopy?" "It's going to make you sleep."

Dew wavers, eyes darting between Mountain and the mug. Ifrit nudges him in the ribs. "Drink the fucking tea, Dewdrop." Dew growls, but he takes the mug from Mountain. He takes one small sip. He knows immediately it's different. It doesn't coat his mouth. Instead he feels the warmth of it settle through him. He drinks it quickly--immune to the heat of it as he is. He hands the mug back to Mountain, and settles back into Ifrit's side with a small grumble about something. It's hard to hear with his face pressed firmly against Ifrit's chest again. Mountain moves to stand, but Dew's hand shoots out, grabbing him by the wrist.

"No," he demands. His voice already slurring. Sleep, merciful, blessed, sleep finally tugging at him. Mountain sighs, but he listens, settling into Dew's other side, curling an arm around him. Ifrit looks at Mountain over the top of Dew's head and rolls his eyes. Mountain chuckles. "You rest, Firefly. We'll be here when you wake up."

[incorrect-jojolands-quotes]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Gracing y'all with the first uploaded Paco x Charmingman fic.

[jhalya]

🪟👣 Window Cleaner Hal is there when it matters.

💞 Sequel to Groan.

🔗Read the rest on AO3.

[queerestqueertoeverqueer]

I Hear Heavenly Sounds in My Head When You're Near

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Fandom: Good Omens

Ship: Aziraphale/Crowley (Ineffable Husbands)

Summary: During dinner at the Ritz, Aziraphale starts thinking about how his feelings have developed over the millennia, and wonders whether he can keep them to himself much longer, despite his fear of pushing Crowley away. Title from 'Come With Me' by Chxrlotte

AN: Listen, I was sad about them so I needed to indulge myself with copious amounts of fluff <3

I stole 'potentially explosive or devastating consequences' from Eve of the Daleks, don't sue me please Mr Chibnall 😭

Feedback welcome as always :D

And thank you to Wilbur (@thirteens-pocket-watch) for reading this for me and helping me pick a title <333

[starconchs]

gojo fic queued up for tomorrow. something short and sweet