#drabble ✨️

[baringtccthxx]

Much like a marionette, the string that held him begins to slowly withdraw, one by one it snaps. All that left was a thin yarn, holding tightly for its life, hanging on the edge.

It started out with a nightmare, a usual one, but with twists and turns, slowly the nightmare itself turns into hell. The scenery around him burst into flames, black as dark as coal surrounds him, burning the ground he stood, and between it all stood three figures.

Cries of agony, screams, and hands reaching out for salvation cannot be withheld. The figures slowly made shape, the look all too familiar; her eyes held sadness as she called out 'why', why did godforsaken her? Why did god leave her and her children to doom? "Blake!" A choke, "Blake!" Suffocating, gasping for air, "Blake! Why?? Why!?" She did not understand, confused, and angered. "I thought you loved me?? Was it all a lie?? Why did you kill us!?"

No, he shouts into the fire, No! No, he loved them. He loved them so much. All he ever wanted was their happiness, to live his life to the fullest. He wanted to die with her, to grow old together. He's crying, ugly sobbing mess, holding onto his head, shaking, and howling.

It echoed and then came the silence. Everything around him became dark, ink dark. Bawling, his eyes puffed reduced red, he couldn't control the hollow emptiness that held between his heart. It ached, it hurt, worse than dying.

"It's your fault." Came a voice, chuckling like a madman, "all your fault, you're weak!" It hissed, crimson blood eyes stared back, and slowly it approached, "it's because of you they're dead! Because you were weak!! You couldn't stood up for them, you couldn't run into that fire to save them, it's your fault!! And this is the sin, the sin you have to carry for what you've done."

A hand reaches out, grabbing onto his throat, choking him, and slamming roughly down on the ground as the figure, no, him, stood above him, looking down upon his helpless features.

"And there is nothing you could do to stop it."

He woke up with a wail of a scream as it shrieked the daylight, stumbling, the cursed one, all but scrambled into the corner, and clearly disoriented. While scrambling he would hit himself, causing a loud thump, a growing pain he felt against his ribs was nothing against the surface of the vision he held.

The shadow laughing at him, he could hear that voice taunting, resonating inside his head.Grabbing hold of his head, he'll keep bellowing, "Please! Please stop!! Go away, please, i can't take it anymore!! Please make it stop!!"

It's his fault. He was a sinner, much like what the priest said, a dirty sinner who would sink into hell.

[willowser]

after you and katsuki have the "baby talk", you're being wrapped up in him in bed and your toes are curled and you can feel the nerves tingling even in the tips of your fingers and you're shuddering through the aftershocks of a GREAT orgasm and he's so close and fucking you so deeply and lovingly and he sits up suddenly, back on his knees, to ask—

"'kay, 'm not," he's breathing so hard, skin tan and gleaming with sweat, and you don't know if he notices, but his hands are shaking when he rests them on your thighs. "'m not pullin' out, right?"

you try to swallow and your throat is dry, the nerves in your belly buzzing for a different reason. "yeah," you breathe, shifting your hips absently, yearning for the friction when he hisses and holds you still. "i mean, unless you...want to."

"d'you want me to?"

and despite the fact that you just had this conversation—you feel shy, suddenly, a little flustered at the thought that he's, essentially, putting a baby in you.

but katsuki swallows hard and wets his lips and he's flushed, in the low light of your bedroom. it could be from all the activity, sure, but his own end is coming a lot sooner than it usually does and you have an idea why that might be.

"no," you tell him, honestly, "not really."

before he can finish letting out his sharp exhale, he's back on you, cradling your face in his hands as he speaks, breathless, against your lips. "fine by me."

(and it doesn't take much more than that.)

[dreamdragonkadia]

a/n: Something something Percy and vacation, because we all know the poor guy deserves a break. For some reason, I have this entire short series of Percy and his partner in Hawaii floating around in my head. Surfboards, shaved ice, and a lot of sunburn jokes (because you know Nico would never let this go). Honestly, it’s the idea of him being both so in his element with the water and so hilariously out of his depth when it comes to the whole “vacation” thing.

daughter of hades! reader

For as much as you were your father's daughter, the sun seemed to give you the perfect tan—unlike any other child of Hades. (RIP Nico, your lobster-colored skin will never be forgotten.) At least it usually did. This time, you were pretty sure you'd leave the water with a good sunburn, judging by the relentless warmth soaking into your skin. But you couldn't bring yourself to leave your surfboard. Not with the way your sunglasses fit snuggly on your nose, nor when the waves were so perfect, lapping against your legs and carrying you with a kind of ease you'd been craving for weeks.

This whole trip was a much-needed vacation after weeks of college exams and late-night stress eating. The only thing keeping you sane during those grueling study sessions was the promise of seeing Percy again. Long-distance relationships were complicated as hell—ironic, given your family ties—but somehow, the two of you made it work. Even going from opposite ends of the world to just two states away hadn't magically solved the struggle of missing him every single day. But him attending New Rome University did make things easier when it came to shadow travel.

So, when your semester ended, you made it your mission to convince your boyfriend that a trip to Hawaii would solve all your problems. It was the ultimate win-win situation. You got a week on the beach, Percy got to try out his water skills in style, and both of your families got a much-needed break. Plus, it wasn’t every day that the son of Poseidon got to show off in the Pacific. Plus, this whole trip was going on Daddy's credit card anyways.

The sound of a familiar laugh cut through the rhythmic crash of waves, and you glanced toward the shoreline. Percy stood there, grinning ear to ear, holding what looked like a painfully large plate of shaved ice. He waved it in the air as if to say, Hurry up, or I’m eating this all myself. Typical.

"You're lucky I like you," you muttered to yourself with a grin, lying flat on the board and paddling toward the beach. The salty spray stung your eyes, but it was worth it. Every second you spent in Hawaii with Percy felt like another little reminder of why you'd fallen for him in the first place. His effortless charm. The way he somehow always made you laugh, even on your worst days. And, of course, how he absolutely refused to stop teasing you for being a "walking contradiction."

"You're Hades' kid," he'd said when you first arrived, eyes sparkling as he watched you grab a lei of bright yellow plumerias. "Aren't you supposed to, like, hate the sun or something?"

You’d shoved the lei into his face. "We don't all brood like Nico, you know."

The water rushed around your ankles as you pushed the board closer to shore, and Percy handed you the shaved ice with a cheeky smile, already plotting something—you could tell by the glint in his sea-green eyes. Sure enough, as soon as he sat down, he used his powers to send a gentle wave rolling up behind you, pushing the board—and both of you—back into the ocean. "Took you long enough. I thought I’d have to send a search party."

"Oh, please." You rolled your eyes, trying to steady yourself while digging your spoon into the colorful mound. "I’m not the one who spent half an hour arguing with the guy about blue raspberry being superior to pineapple."

"It is superior," Percy argued, unrepentant, pressing his legs against either side of yours. "I’m just spreading the truth."

"Spreading lies, you mean," you shot back, handing him the bowl, then, with a content sigh, you lay back against the board, letting the gentle rocking of the ocean drift your mind away.

How the two of you managed to fit so perfectly on the surfboard was a mystery, especially considering that Percy was anything but small. But somehow, it worked. Maybe that was just...you and him. Always finding a way to make things fit, no matter how chaotic or improbable it seemed.

“We should do one of those couple massages the hotel offers,” Percy muttered, breaking the peaceful silence. You felt him lean forward against your legs, his voice a warm rumble as the waves continued to lap softly around you. “Mom and Paul got one this morning, and she said it was worth it.”

So that’s why Sally and Paul had left Estelle with you two earlier. Not that you minded. Estelle adored both of you, and you couldn’t say no to that little face. The memory of her tiny fingers tugging on yours that morning as she lay between you in bed brought a smile to your lips. She had giggled uncontrollably every time you’d snuggled closer, her bright laugh filling the room in a way that made your heart feel impossibly full.

“She’s the best, isn’t she?” Percy asked, as if reading your mind.

“Definitely,” you agreed, a fond smile curling your lips. “She didn’t even cry when I accidentally dropped her pacifier. Just gave me this little side-eye like, ‘Really? You’re supposed to be the responsible one.’”

Percy barked a laugh, the sound so genuine it made your chest ache in the best way. “Yeah, that’s my sister, all right. She’s already better at judging people than I am.”

“Low bar,” you teased, nudging his side lightly with your foot.

“Hey!” He grabbed your ankle in mock indignation, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You wound me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound blending with the soft crash of waves around you. Moments like this—peaceful, playful, with no looming monsters or world-ending crises, or college essay's due—were rare, and you wanted to soak in every second.

“So,” Percy said after a moment, letting go of your ankle and leaning back again, placing the bowl of already half eaten ice in the empty space under your legs. “Massages or no?”

You hummed in thought, pretending to deliberate even though you already knew the answer. “Fine. As long as this sunburn doesn't kill me tomorrow."

“Ah, yes, finally you will achieve that lobster burn like all children of Had—” Percy started to laugh, but you didn’t let him finish. With a quick shove of your leg, you pushed him off the surfboard, sending him tumbling into the water.

There was a startled yelp, followed by a loud splash, and then silence. For a moment, the waves lapped peacefully, as if the ocean itself was holding its breath.

Then, with a dramatic gasp, Percy resurfaced, water dripping from his soaked bangs as he propped himself up on the edge of the board. His nose was inches from yours, his sea-green eyes narrowed into an exaggerated pout. “Hey! What was that for?!”

“For daring to slander my superior tanning skills,”

Percy squinted at you, water glistening on his skin. “You know, I could just flip this board and end this little truce right now.”

“Percy, so help me, if you try—” Your words were cut off as he leaned forward, slotting his mouth against yours.

The kiss was warm and salty, the ocean’s spray clinging to both of you as his hand found your cheek. For a moment, the world stilled—the waves, the sky, the sun—all of it fading into the background as his lips moved with yours. All that mattered was Percy, his touch, the quiet certainty that he was yours, and you were his.

When he pulled back, his grin was back in full force, all smug and playful. “That’s what I thought,” he said.

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to keep your expression serious, though the heat blooming in your cheeks probably gave you away. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Lucky?” Percy quirked an eyebrow, sliding back onto the board with practiced ease. “Babe, I’m a catch.”

You groaned, pushing the shaved ice back into his hands. “And now I’m regretting everything.”

“Liar,” he teased, bumping his knee against yours. The two of you sat there, the surfboard rocking gently beneath you. You let out a long sigh, resting your head against Percy’s shoulder, your fingers idly trailing through the cool water beside the board. “You know,” you said after a beat, “I think this might be the longest we’ve gone without a sea monster showing up.”

“Don’t jinx it,” Percy warned, his voice light but carrying just enough seriousness to make you laugh. “The last thing I want is a giant crab ruining my shaved ice.”

“Or ruining our massage plans,” you added with a small grin. “You’re still treating me, by the way.”

“Treating you?” Percy shot you a faux-offended look. “I’m the one risking my life out here. You’re the one who almost drowned me.”

“You fell off,” you corrected, snickering as you felt his gaze on you. “I just… gave you a little nudge.”

“Yeah, sure,” he muttered, shaking his head, but the way his arm wrapped around your waist told you he wasn’t really upset.

The two of you drifted for a while longer, the sounds of laughter and waves filling the air. As the sun moved across the sky, Percy glanced at you, his eyes softening. “Thanks for this.”

“For what?” you asked, turning to meet his gaze.

“For... making everything better,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “Even when stuff sucks, you somehow make it less sucky.”

You smiled, leaning into his warmth. “That’s what I’m here for.”

Percy grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Well, good. Because I’m not letting you go.”

You smiled up at him. “You’re stuck with me, Seaweed Brain.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[rubra-wav]

Vox brainrot entry #1

(Part 2 fic)

A/N: I've been thinking about this all morning, and I want to talk about it and it's driving me crazy. I've never really ever shared anything like this ever, so I'm a bit nervous haha

CW: 18+ SFW - NSFW (marked as such), spying/voyeurism, gn reader

Disclaimer: This is purely fiction and is not to be applied to any real context. If someone is like this IRL, that is not okay.

- This man definitely watches you through whatever technology you have, and I refuse to believe anything less.

- In some fics, I've seen the reference to him spying on people through cameras but I mostly see it in yan AU fics where he is doing it to intentionally try to control and manipulate them. I think instead he does it because he's a pathetic simp. 💀

- Vox seems like he would be very much against directly pursuing anyone for romantic relationships due to how insecure he is underneath all of the egotistical bullshit he puts out at all times. This imo would manifest as also having a severe fear of rejection - especially if he does manage to get romantic feelings for someone else.

- Due to this, he spends a borderline obsessive amount of time watching the person he's attracted to without their permission as he's too chicken shit to seem *too interested* in them by actually asking them about their interests and things about yourself.

- At first it's just very rarely watching you - mainly after meeting up with you to see how you are after. He wants to see if you are happy or if you secretly hate the time you spend together with him because he is insecure as shit.

- It gradually becomes more and more frequent the more he falls for you, until it's a pastime watching what you're doing.

- He learns what your favourite things are, what you hate, what you do in your spare time, who your friends are, who your family are, etc. Etc. He knows just about everything you do in your free time.

- He will then use this information to try to get closer with you in everyday life.

- If you ask how he knows he will respond like he's just 'that good' at knowing what you like. You don't miss the way he starts sweating slightly as he's further prodded though.

- After you prod him for more on the subject he's going to be sitting in slight horror with his hands covering his face the second you leave.

NSFW starts below

- It also begins to extend to watching everything as well the more desperate he gets.

- For a while, he refuses to continue to watch you if you start to take your clothes off as he feels like that's crossing the line even with his tendencies.

- But a mixture of his desperation and craving to see that gets to him.

- The first time he watches you get undressed, he's flustered as all hell, brain telling him to switch the feed off while the other part of himself is absolutely screaming in excitement over seeing your naked skin slowly being revealed to him.

- It becomes an extremely shameful tendency after that as he begins to watch more and more as it drives him absolutely wild.

- I just have the mental image of him sitting in his studio after-hours and watching you pleasure yourself while he does the same. Him being embarrassed as hell, filled with self-loathing about it, but still desperate to continue watching you arching and letting out whimpers and moans of ecstacy.

- I feel like if he saw you after these sessions he'd not be able to hold it together as well as he usually does when you pry into something to do with him secretly spying upon you. He'd be smiling a tense smile, little animated sweat drops on his face along with light blue flush across his cheeks as he stutters with glitches while being questioned about why he was acting up.

- Giving you bullshit reasons in his normally cocky tone that were so obviously bullshit you don't even need to squint at them to tell.

- If you pry into it he may just start error-ing.

Someone needs to put me down about him.

- Afterwards, he'd probably be mortified in private. I can see him laying face down while blue screening on the floor of his room out of embarrassment whining with his ego in tatters about failing so badly to fully keep his 'extra-curriculars' under wraps in front of you.

[harrietwritesstuff]

The times when Volodymyr does not pick up the phone are rare.

He answers in the middle of interviews, on trains to some other corner of Europe, always ‘I am glad to hear you.’

When he doesn't pick up the phone; the ringing noise seems to stretch out until it inhabits Emmanuel's very being - it sparks something else that sits in his gut; heavy, uncomfortable - a preemptive loss.

He tries again, later - night long since fallen, his own eyes gritty with tiredness, anxiety thrumming alongside his heartbeat.

"Emmanuel- I am sorry for earlier. I saw our defenders. It is late for you now, no? Are you well?”

He has never heard anything so sweet.

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

Between the lines | Heist Mark and Y/N | 328 words | AO3

Mark stepped into the apartment, locking the door behind him with a click. He'd had to head out to run a quick errand, leaving his partner in crime to finish up making the plans for the next heist on their own.

He made his way inside and called out to let them know he was back, but was met only by the soft patter of paws as Chica came bounding up to him, tail wagging. Setting down his keys, he bent to give her a few pats and, figuring that his roommate was probably in the shower, headed over to the small living room to look over the completed plans.

He found the papers lying in a neat pile on the coffee table, maps, blueprints, and crayons set off to one side. For as long as he'd worked with them, they'd always complained about the crayons. They still used them, though.

It was as he skimmed over the newly drawn up plan that he noticed something he hadn't expected.

He glanced over the little doodle he'd left on the page: an overly simplified rendition of himself, dressed in the usual stealth garb for infiltrating museums, holding up the artefact they were currently after with a grin. And there, right beside it, in matching crayon, was a similar portrayal of his heist partner, and the words 'Yay! We did it! :D' above the pair of them.

The drawings were a little silly, really — childish even — but a smile tugged at his lips nonetheless.

He found himself gently brushing his fingertips over the markings on the paper, running over the newly added half of the doodle featuring his partner and lightly tracing the outlines.

Something coiled deep in his chest in that moment, but not unpleasantly. It was something almost eager. Something softly fond. It nestled between his ribs and lodged itself behind his heart, quiet again. He couldn't articulate it if he tried, but... he liked this feeling.

[shininglikeyoursmile]

Drunk in love✨️✨️✨️

Pairing: Steve Rogers x female reader

Word count: around 700

Warning: none for now. Alcohol consumption. 18+ only . There will be smut in future. Minors do not interact! Fluff kinda (please let me know if I need to add more warnings.)

Summary: Drunk and giddy you admire yourself or is it just you?....

A/N : This is just some promo😘, maybe someday I will turn it into series☺️😚 cause I've idea of next chapter but not the energy to write 😅😅😅.

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(Moodboard made by me, pics only show the vibe not actual features of the reader ❤)

Beautiful as fuck. You giggled at your reflection as you gave yourself another once over. You'd fuck yourself. Yup totally .

You squish both your breasts together and pucker your lips in the form when kissing . You giggle again and wink at your reflection and make a sexy pose, arching your back . Damn you are adorable. You laugh again and with your first and middle finger you give a flying kiss to yourself. Sometimes a girl needs to feel Beautiful, you say out loud to no one and make your way back to the bar from where you stand. The hallway is empty , where you stand currently and you were confused as you were trying to find the bathroom and mayyyybe you were tipsy, a little. Duh ! a lot . You are giggling nonstop and feel like floating on cloud nine. You stumbled upon this mirror which extends from floor to ceiling , and just like anyone in your position would do , you needed to check yourself out. You lean on the mirror and kiss yourself and start walking back to your friends.

Steve looks up from the file he was holding . Sam did a great job but changes need to be made , overall it's pretty good .He exhales loudly and sighs , good. His gaze floats around the room and suddenly lands on your figure, giggling and making all those pretty poses, sexy and then adorable. His lips turn up slightly and then he's full on smiling at your little show . He finds himself checking you out, from your hair sticking to your forehead from sweat , your shiny eyes , your cute nose and your beautiful lips. He licks his own lips , and lets his gaze roam over your figure and stands up . He moves towards the door when you lean in to kiss the mirror. He blinks suddenly and smiles again . So adorable he thinks and then you are moving away

. He stares at the mirror long after you are gone and paints your picture in his mind again. So beautiful. He smiles again and shakes his head at himself over the thought of acting like a boy with a secret crush . He moves back to his chair. Granted, making the door as a two way mirror wasn't a good idea but nobody wandered in this area. It was his office where he ran business. His new club was doing well, it was new but he knew it would be a success like many other businesses of his. He settles back in his chair and his head hits the back of soft leather. His eyes fall shut and the images of you flashes in his head .

"Thought you got kidnapped " Mia sighs out loud when you approach her beside the counter where the bartender places two drinks ."Don't worry ! bub. Nobody can handle me , not even the kidnappers and they will be returning me within an hour if they ever took me " You pout and chuckle a little at your own silly joke. "Oh ! I don't know " she rolls her eyes and hands you another drink . "Cheers!" You both shout in unison and gulp down your drinks.

[theislandoflosttoys]

Thinking of doing some NSFW for each of the boys...lemme know if this might be something you guy's would be interested in. It'll probably be written similar to the Vidow NSFW hcs, but I'll keep them ambigious when referring to a partner so you can imagine whoever or even yourself as the reader 😉 {I do love x reader fics, guilty pleasure haha}

But yh! Lemme know who you would like to see first! 🥰

So.....

[starglitterz]

CHATTT MY MIDTERMS ARE OVER!!! 🥳 unfortunately due to some health issues i'll only be available after the 12th BUT i'll do my best to get lots of forelsket chapters up this week!! i was aiming for updates 2x a week but im already behind 💀 i also want to finish up serendipity & hopefully get both done by august (my term break) so i can publish superficial love then <3 HOPE YALL ARE EXCITED and also CONGRATULATE ME FOR SURVIVING 3 WEEKS OF ENGINEERING EXAMS 🤭😋 /silly

[hoshigray]

hi helloooo!!! how've y'all been, everything okay? eating right and staying hydrated?

Soooo, hiiiii I'm alive [for now], but irl has gotten HELLA fucking busy rn, and it'll be this way for the next two weeks 😔😔 Sorry for leaving you darlings hanging, my moots and asks dry on my part (again, so fucking sorry 😭).

But I wanted to make this post and let y'all know that 1) hi, I'm alive, lol 2) I will be writing, but I cannot promise WHEN I will post them (will prob be after these two weeks ngl but idk). 3) ty so so sooooo much for the support while I was gone, y'alls rbs and comments were fr so sweet to see and read through :') literally too kind.

Anywho, yeah, wanted to make this post, gonna change my theme bc it's been two fucking months 💀💀 will answer some asks and DMs later before I go MIA again, and yeah !! Love you guys, mwahhhj 🫶🏾🩵

[mushroompollution]

okay guys I'm shifting into writing mode

*implodes like a dying star*

[baringtccthxx]

It started out with a small indie fair, those with little to no people, held by the country side. The daylight still out, signaling the day would turn into night, and as much as they wanted to stay, it was impossible with a cursed man.

Ed wished Blake's worry washed away; he wish for the man to be free, and never to worry over how long he had till the night came and took his features away. For death to come everyday, only to realize he was merely but a skeleton, immortalized, and traped in constant cycle.

Blake hated to show that side of him, he'd hide away, but that never bothered Edward, after all, he had seen worst. Many times he had reached out for the man, to gently cup their features, telling them that the looks never mattered. For he had a heart thousand times more beautiful. And ed, for his part, never knew how to show affections, what to do when they held hands, the motion itself made him gutter. Blake held that hand strong, without a word to be said, since they never needed one to begin with.

They're both two broken souls, lost everything in their lives, and found each other's comfort. Treasure themselves, and occasionally would seek out the world to gaze upon what was presented.

They'll speak of the past, how much century passed on, and while mentioned their family. The day went on, but not until trying out the occasional entertainment. Yet, the activity that caught their eyes was the dances that held in a small area near the center of the fair. They both looked on, hearing cries of joy, shouts of music beats as it echoed to attract more on looker.

A Small look of longing presented upon the cowboys features, ed would notice such when he gaze into their eyes. Home sick. With them in mind, Edward spoke, "Blake." The usual gruff held there, but in a gentle manner, "you-- um, you wanna dance??" It did surprised the immortal, since ed was never the one to approach first, the man would follow suit whatever blake had in mind, and went along.

To be asked to dance had him immensely proud, and happy, lifting his mood. "Yes!" It was so quick, he held ed by the hands and dragged them into the center. They both laughed, finding themselves in the mist of people, mingle with one another. "Just so you know." The wolf catching their attention, "I never danced before, so you might wanna be careful." He held a tease, but also a warning, which did earn him another laugh.

"Do not worry, I'll lead us, y'can follow along." With hands held tight, and with one free hand around the waist, the cowboy descended. With Low jazz music for the background, world around them seemed to slow down, and the only attention were the two men who enjoyed each other's company.

A step, a pull here, and a swing there. It was as if they've been doing the same motion forever, corresponding in one, and their beat identical. Hearts filled with exhilaration. All the concern, and heavy weights against their shoulder seemed to lift off their person.

This was safe haven, paradise; only but their ringing of laughter fills the air. Yet, once the music comes to an end, drowing out the noise, and they'll meet each other in the middle. Exchanging looks of want, foreheads breach close, and with mingle of small breaths. Hearts hammering away, with the gaze of knowing, their lips met. Slow and steady, hands still held close; just as the kiss came, it was gone quickly, Yet, their bond became closer.

It wasn't much, but a start to something they knew was going to last as long as they lived.

[dreamdragonkadia]

A/N: I haven’t written a short little thing like this in forever, but I’m deep in my Percy brain rot right now, so here we are…

Percy’s love wasn’t a fickle thing. It never had been — not with his family, not with his friends, and especially not with you. When Perseus Jackson loved, he loved deeply, wholly, and without hesitation. It was just who he was: loyal to a fault, with a heart that always seemed to have room for more, no matter how many battles he fought or how many burdens he carried.

When he held you close, it wasn’t just a casual embrace; it was a vow, silent but solid as the ocean tides that pulled him. The way his thumb traced absentminded circles on your hand when you walked side by side, or the way he would look at you — like you were his anchor, something that kept him grounded even when the world around him felt like it was spiraling out of control. A light in a dark place. You’d catch that look sometimes, those sea-green eyes soft and stormy, filled with a tenderness that made your heartache in the best way.

No, his love was not fickle.

It wasn’t one for grand declarations or poetic words, but you never needed them. His love showed itself in the smallest moments: in the way he saved the last bite of his blue cookies for you, in the way he’d stand between you and any threat, like an unspoken promise to protect you.

It was the way his hand would drift to the middle of your back whenever you were close, guiding you gently, as if to say, I’m here. I’ve got you. It was the way he’d grin at you from across the room, a private little smile meant just for you, one that made you feel like the only person who mattered in a sea of faces.

Percy’s love was woven into every day, every laugh, every shared glance.

“You know I’m not going anywhere, right?” he’d say sometimes, almost like he needed you to believe it as much as he did. And in those moments, with his hand in yours and the sea breeze playing with his hair, you knew he meant it. His love wasn’t fleeting or conditional; it was as constant as the waves, unyielding as the tides.

And you realized, maybe you didn’t need flowery words or overly dramatic gestures, not when the simplest things he did made your heart melt. The way he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, the way he’d wait up for you, no matter how late it was, just so he could see you home safe. Percy’s love was always there, in the little things, shared between just the two of you.

His love was steady, sure, and it was yours. Always yours.

[delilahcalicocat]

{Birthday Boys!}

{Rating: Fluff}

{Warnings: Element of Surprise, Hugs & Kisses, Literal tooth-rotting. Heart-stopping amount of fluff.}

{Pairing: Orange Cassidy x Lilith Punk}

A/N: sorry this is so late, my mfing queue decided not to work and I had to rewrite this sht. So Happy Birthday to Orange and HOOK, and Happy Cinco Dé Mayo <3

There was no Collison this week, so Orange had to decide what to do with his days off.

So he invited over HOOK. To kinda just talk about random things.

While they were busy upstairs, chatting away. Lilith was making six cupcakes.

Why six you ask? Because, Orange. Hook. Lilith, Danhausen, Kris and Chuck.

Yeah. Lilith was going to quite literally surprise Orange with his friends..

The oven dinged and Lilith took the cupcakes out.

She iced each one of them with a specific colour. Orange's being well. Orange, Hook's also being orange with a black ombré

Kris' being teal, and Chuck's being the color blue. And Lilith? She just put purple icing on hers, Danhausen also had special cupcake, Red with black and custom teeth sprinkles Lilith spent hours on the night before.

"Y'all ready to come downstairs yet?" Lilith Questioned the boys.

"We'll be down in a minute Lily.." Orange said back

"Ok, Just don't take too long." Lilith said, Turning back to the counter.

She then spent a few moments making dog-friendly and cat-friendly yogurt cupcakes.

Because Orange had the dog, and she had the cat.

"Ok, Let's go Hook.. we can't have Lily waiting forever. She'll get super mad with us" Orange said.

"Pumpkin, c'mere..." You called out to your Bombay cat with a orange collar.

The cat sprinted towards you. As Orange's dog rushed towards him..

As soon as Hook and Orange came downstairs, Chuck & Kris. Danhausen. All popped out.

Lilith stood there with smile on her face presenting the cupcakes after they sang happy birthday.

"What if.." Orange caught eye of Lillith basically pulling out a yogurt cupcake for her cat and Orange's Dog.

"I thought ahead, heh.." Lilith said

Orange was amazed at how far Lilith went for this birthday party..

After everything calmed down, Orange gave Lilith a hug and a kiss

"This was the best birthday ever.." Orange said

[harrietwritesstuff]

It finds him in the smaller moments.

A hand against his back - sure and quiet; just there, an island amidst the sea of blue-yellow, the clawing grief behind his eyes.

A smile, later that is just for him, away from the cameras and meeting rooms, from endless conversations, as they drink coffee in the silence.

A laugh - soft and sweet at a quick joke in his third language for an assembled crowd, their eyes meeting - for joy this time, not sorrow.

An embrace - he is reached for, held onto - treasured; filled with light.

To be loved, known - unseen and quiet.

[safehven]

...putting my writing hat back on bcuz cuddly yeonjun won't leave me alone

among the different cuddling positions, i feel like yeonjun's favorite would be anytime you lay on top of him.

trust him, having you sit on his lap is up there too, but it always leads to you having to get up and leave his arms far earlier than he'd like. with your hands gently running up and down his sides and a soft kiss to his shoulder, you always tell him you have things to do. he can understand that, as the day will wait for no one and despite what he may think, even you are no exception, but he can't help but let out a small pouty huff when you leave; the playful promise of you coming back and another kiss (or three) always satisfies him though, making waiting a little easier.

but having you lay on him? very little can compare to how happy it makes him. it's grounding, just like you. it's so so warm, just like you. and if he could stay just like this; long arms wrapped tightly around but not too tightly, of course. chests pressed against each other, the light thumping of your heartbeat seeming to ever so slowly fall in sync with his. chest swelling with a sense of pride as he feels the way your body slowly but surely goes limp as you let go of the stress of the day. if he could stay just like this, even if it's just for a little longer, please just a little longer.

it's no wonder it's his favorite.