#ed is a fluffy shark

[morrch]

they are tiny and in love

[blakbonnet]

Hello! I was wondering if you had any Gentlebeard fanfic you would recommend on ao3? Ideally a nice slow-burn with a few chapters but honestly anything you like would be great - just on the search for more fics to digest. Thank you!

I'd recommend everything by @xoxoemynn and @darcylindbergh if you're looking for some very soft and in character, kinda awkward but also canon compliant, ed and stede ❤️ they've both got a ton of shorter works too. My favourite ofmd fics are:

Witness Marks (unhinged smut, horny clock boys)

Where the Daylight Begins (long but so so good, slow burn, I've read this one 4 to 5 times by now, magical realism and lovable crew on top of lovable ed and stede)

Roll for Charisma (so fluffy and some top quality pining, the plot of the show is their D&D campaign)

The Devil's Panties by @adickaboutspoons (sex pollen but make it so fluffy and earnest that my skin melted off my bones)

Separating Salt from Water by @nonagethimus (one of the tags is homoerotic shark hunting, enough said)

You Belong in that Home By and By (everyone wants Stede, but Stede only wants Ed)

Two Birds @red-sky-in-mourning (very gentle romance tinged with good angst but happy endings)

Grounded (fluffy smut, stede is something else in darcy's hands, no one gets him this right trust me)

Your Name Like a Boat (the angst oh my god this one still hurts, another one I've read a bunch of times and a very fulfilling ending)

The Kraken's Sacrifice @trinityofone (actual kraken ed and they're so soft and in love, this one is a bit out there but it's so interesting, i finished it in one sitting)

From Gloom to Grace @bizarrelittlemew (pollen but it makes them cuddle is there anything better)

Stealing Romance by @skrifores (I prayed for a realistic jealous ed fic and this one is it)

Little Wonder @ofmd-alsaurus (stede has a tiny dick, ed is really into it, it's funny and sweet)

Only by the Grace of the Sea @palavapeite (hot priest stede, incredible writing, slow burn)

Leggy Blonde You Got in Goin' On by @palavapeite (stede joins a gym, most in character stede I've read in this fandom)

And I'd 100% recommend my own fic 😬 Moonstone Mage Championship (slow burn, fantasy, idiots to lovers)

[mediocre-shark-tales]

Qsmp x Streamer reader (5)

Summary - Prison Event Day 2

Warnings - In Game/lore- Mentions of abuse/torture, Violence, and swearing.

There is a chance for this to turn into a love trope of some kind but for now there is focus on fluffy platonic-ness

This series will not be 100% lore accurate, but it will be pretty close to it.

Masterlist

I had just turned on my live video, watching as everyone slowly began to join. I smiled seeing them chat amongst themselves about if I will drop more lore. Others putting dancing emotes in chat, dancing to a few of my current favorite songs. I was currently messaging Tubbo, reminding of him to get on at the right time. NO way would I let sunny get left out today. Finally I the timer on my starting screen ended and I clicked start on my face cam. "Hey guys! we are getting back at it today! Let's go ahead and get started right away since it should have just opened."

I quickly logged in and found myself in my lonely fish cell. I was in Shark mode in the fish tank. So I turned it off and headed out into the rest of my room. Outside the cell, I saw others were already on and getting to work on fighting the mobs outside. I saw Bagi's cell, so I called out to her. "BAGI! HELLO!" She turned around and looked around for me. Once she saw me, she quickly began got yell back. "HI Y/N!" Seconds later they began to let us out of the cells. I saw tubbo join and bolted to go say hi to him.

He was yelling and screaming at the guards by the time I got over there. Fit joined us as well telling tubbo how they were roommates now. Once their conversation was over, that when I basically shattered Tubbos ears. I had turned on my voice changer so I sounded like a god. You know the overly echo-ed voice with slight increased pitch change. I had already pre-warned my chat.

"TUBBO! You bitch! left your fucking daughter alone without notifying your free babysitter!?" Tubbo yelled back. "Holy shit you are loud! what the fuck!" I laughed and turned off my voice changer. Without another word, I left him and pulled out my little diamond knife. Finding the first round of mobs to fight, while I waited for others to join.

Now that everyone was on, I knew any second now they would pull me away for my 'torture lore'. Currently we had been moved to a hallways with a lot more mobs to fight, or clean I guess. Tubbo showed up with sunny, this made me smile knowing she had someone to watch her now. I was chatting with Phil while we fought mobs. "So we getting another escape plan set up today?" I asked. "Yeah we have a few ideas, fit and I." He told me. "Cool what ide-" I was cut off as I got teleported away. When it loaded, I realized I was in the torture cell. Great.

In chat I saw Phil typing, trying to understand where I went. However I could reply as I was now stood in front of Guard 1, they were quick to hand me a book. I read it aloud again.

So, Do you want to give up the information we asked for yesterday?

Do you want to confess your crimes? Tell us where and what your master is? Give us the information we want.

Only then will all his stop, no more pain, no more questions. Give us the information and we let you go.

I returned the book to them and stared them down. I sighed and then spoke with as much determination as I could. "Once again, I will tell you that I have NO clue what you are talking about. Trust me if I knew what you were talking about, then I would most likely tell you to keep my friends safe. However, you only continue to prove to me how useless and stupid you are by not listening to me. So I know you have already stopped listening to me now. So go ahead, rip open my skin, beat me into your idea of a submissive civilian. I don't care, my only master is Poseidon, he will one day grant me the power I need to enact my revenge on you and your mindless drones. So go ahead, spill my blood however you see fit. Just remember that karma is a motherfucking bitch, you coward."

They stared at me for a few more seconds, then they pulled out a sword. This one was shaped like a katana, the blade was a shining silver with reds outlining. The base a black with red detail. This is what he used to mercilessly kill me over and over again. As the voices returned along with it. This time not only did I hear that dreaded male voice, but they could also hear mine responding to it. Almost as if I was hearing a memory.

"You will fight with us little shark, this is our home!" ~Him

"If any of your words were true, then yes! You know I would fight to the last man standing. But this is all a huge lie! YOU CHOSE A DEMON and you refuse to see the mess you created!" ~Me

"I am saving our home! all you and the others are expected to do is follow my lead, that's how this works! I saved you from those sinners!" ~Him

"You were the one I depended on the most, Yet you've let me down in ways that I can't even- (sigh) I can't keep forgiving and forgetting what you have done!" ~Me

"I never did anything to you, you don't get to say that." ~Him

"You have caused so many different problems for me, you have ruined things I loved, and hurt those I cared for. Yet I was convinced that maybe you were right. But a long time ago I realized the truth, that you were just a coward hard riven on your ways. You won't relent to allow new prosperously hopeful ideas to exist, so you tear them down inch by inch. I won't live by that anymore." ~Me

"Wait Little shark! Don't go out there!" ~Him

The voices ended with the sound of a huge explosion, at the same time that I was killed for the last time. When I respawned, this time I looked a little worse overall. More rips to the clothing had been added, and more bruised looking skin placed around my character. They then teleported me back to the group, who were now outside getting ready to build as a game.

I sighed and tried to put back on a smile as I walked over to the group. "Hi guys I'm back." They all looked at me then at Phil. Who walked up to me with Fit and the eggs. "You come over here right now." He spoke really close to his mic to sound more intimidating. "Okay." I said with a smaller voice, following right after him. Once we got to a more hidden area where only Phil, Fit and the Eggs could hear me.

"You need to explain what is going on right now. Why does guard 1 keep stealing you away to kill you million times and you come back looking worse than when you left!" Phil asked. "You have to tell us y/n, we know something is going on and we want to help you." Fit said. I sighed. "But it really doesn't concern you guys, it's just bette you don't know, so I can keep you and the eggs safe. You don't need to become potential confidants in my problem." I told them trying to get across that it's better this way.

The two looked at each other before trying again. Fit speaking first this time, "You don't have to protect us y/n, we can do that ourselves just like we have before you came to the island. Trust us we have seen the worst of the worst." I looked to him. "But this is starting to look like a lot bigger than you may have ever fought. You know about my past as much as I do, You know I can't remember anything from before the day the pirates capture me. Now things are changing, Now I can't recognize fat from fiction. I can't allow my burdens to become yours." Phil spoke next sounding a lot more sympathetic this time.

"Awe mate, you can't let yourself fight this alone. Let us help you. Give us a chance to help you, to keep you safe." This broke something in me, of course what came next was all part of my lore. "I know you want to help me, but after what I have remembered? I can't let myself trust someone so much again. It's for the better that this is how it must be. I'm sorry guys, but I just can't risk it." With those words I walked away. Hearing their voice get quieter, however I did hear a few things before their voices were too quiet. "She remember something from her past?" fit asked. "I guess so, it must have hurt her a lot for her to be this way now, she would have told us if it wasn't that bad." Phil replied to him.

I glanced at Chat, seeing them yelling that I should have told them. Angry and exhausted from the way my lore was falling, they were hilarious to read. However, I held my self back from smiling to much.

When I returned to the building area, I found out my group to build with was Tubbo and Bagi. However they were already done, mainly giving up on trying to build whatever it was. "What is this y/n?" He handed me a book, reading it I smiled. "Have you guys seen Cars 2?"

They both said they had seen it. "Well this name belongs to the red, green, and white formula FB1 car. He was the car that lightning McQueen was genuine rivals with. The one who had angered McQueen enough at the beginning of the movie to convince McQueen to sign up for the big race?" After my explanation, both seemed to have finally dawned who I was talking about. Tubbo scoffed. "Of course the American gets it." I laughed. "Hey in 5 years I while be a citizen of the UK." This made Tubbo gasp. "Wait you're staying here after your schooling?" I smiled. "Well I'm just getting stuff ready to make that decision. If I do end up finding the right connections or main job here while in schooling, then yeah might as well stay and get citizenship. BUT if somewhere back in LA was to contact me with a better job option then I'll move back home. For now, I'm living here as an international student until I decide."

Tubbo made a sound of understanding. "Well I hope you stay, it will be so nice to have you around with the rest of us." We were now running around for a free time while others finished their builds. That was until we saw some one new join the server. Charlies name popping up. I looked at Sunny, who immediately saw me and placed down a sign. Once she finished I read her sign, "Oh my god! That's my other pa!" I smiled. "It is isn't it! Hopefully they will bring him to us soon! Just stick with papa tubbo and I. Once we seem him we can go meet him." She nodded to agree with my plan.

For now we followed tubbo around as he looked for things to steal. Of course I joined him in looking for things. But soon we got bored and went to find out if we could go back inside ourselves. However right when we got to the door we ran right into Charlie. "TUBBO!" He yelled as the man in question responded with an equally happy hello.

While they chatted, I ran and brought sunny over. "Come on sweetness, time to go meet your pa!" But she stopped crouched down before placing a sign. She told me she was nervous and scared. "You hold on over here, I'll get Tubbo's attention and he can hold your hand while you meet Charlie." She gave me a small slow nod. While Charlie was in a conversation with fit and Ramon for a second, I hit tubbo who turned around questioning me. I quietly looked right at sunny then back at tubbo, whispering for him to go to her. That's when Charlie saw me and yelled. "Holy Shit! Y/n?! What are you doing here!? Since when did you join?!" I laughed "I joined like a fucking week ago man!? Somehow they already wanted to arrest me. I don't even know what I did." He laughed and then looked right at fit, talking about the crimes we are in for and how long we are in for. Finally when he walked off towards the eggs again, Tubbo spoke up. "Hey Charlie do you want to say hi to sunny?" I watched as slowly tubbo was able to drop that sunny was also his new daughter.

That's when all hell broke loose, Charlie trying to understand how he had a new daughter and why. Once sunny asked me if Charlie didn't like her or something, that's when I went into my own parent mode. I hit both boys and whisper yelled to them. "First tubbo, get back over there and explain to sunny that Charlie just needs a second to take all this in cause he just woke up from a long ass coma and is in a prison. She's over there doubting herself because of how you both reacted." Tubbo quickly walked off to support sunny. Then I stared down Charlie, giving him another hit. "And you, get yourself together, she's your kid whether you like it or not. Though I'm sure she will grow on you just as much as she has for me. Anyways, you get over there and start acting like a dad, or so help me-" He cut me off. "Okay don't worry y/n! I wouldn't be a dead beat dad, let me meet this sunny." With that he walked over and began to chat with sunny again.

I smiled and left them to interact before returning back to the rest of the gang. We were now being taken to a new room, apparently it was language class time. Entering the "Classroom" It looked almost like a mini version of the movie theater, just with the addition of a big stage. I found myself a chair at the front of the room, with a little easel in front of it. Other began to pile in, the small space quickly becoming louder and louder with everyone talking. Suddenly there was a small duck in front of me. Taking in the accessory and voice of the duck, I knew this must be Baghera. I smiled as she quacked before speaking. "OH hello! You must be y/n!" Baghera and I had never really met before. "Yep, the one and only!" She giggled. "Do you want a gift!?" Her high pitched voice changer made everything she said just a little funnier. "sure!" she giggled like a little evil duck. "Well I am the duck of love cause I love love, so you have to kiss someone to get this gift!" This caught me off guard and I looked around the room. "But no one here is really single and those who are would never!" Thinking harder, the only one who would do it for the shits and giggles was Wilbur, but that bitch was in the middle of tours and other shit. Baghera, wait I mean Quacki's giggling brought me back from my thoughts. "Don't worry, I'll find someone and give both a gift." With that she ran off and I laughed lightly before paying attention to the front again.

However almost a full minute later, right as Charlie, tubbo and fit were just entering the room. I heard a hello to my left. Standing there was Foolish. "Hey Y/m, I was told by Quacki here that If I want a gift I had to kiss you." I scoffed. "She told me almost the same thing, but I told her no one here would do it. Guess she convinced you huh?" He laughed, "Wow glad to know that's the only reason I got a chance at a free gift." I laughed with him. But Quacki walked us both, yelling "Hey, Now you kiss! on the lips! Then I will give you a gift, I am the duck of love so kiss!" I giggled a little at her with Foolish. "Okay okay, alright come here foolish." I stood up and crouched my character, he did the same thing slowly coming closer. We both made a kiss sound before quickly turning to Quacki. She laughed loudly like a school girl, spinning around in circles. "Okay! here is your gifts!" She gave Foolish and I both diamond swords. We quickly hid that into our inventories, chatting for bit before Charlie overheard something he said. Thus Charlie took his attention away and I returned to my seat waiting for class to begin.

Masterlist

[littlehypnone]

eds rain is my absolute favorite so this is me requesting literally anything about her and eds and regressing

hi! sorry it took me a longer bit, I hope it's okay and that you like it <3

780 words, no cws, little eds rain (she/her), cg mountain, they go for a walk, no big bad feelings

“Good morning, Rain,” Mountain yawned, stretching, as he walked into the common room and saw the water ghoul sitting by the table and eating breakfast.

“Hi, Mounty!” he replied through a mouthful of cereal, trying to smile, too. Moutain was just a bit too sleepy still to notice Rain was little this morning, somehow missing the shark plushie laying on the table. He left to go to the kitchen and pick up a cup of tea, leaving Rain alone again.

When the earth ghoul came back, Rain had already finished eating, and was now just sitting, hugging the shark while rocking back and forth.

“Are you alright?” Mountain asked, yawning again.

“Mhm… yeah,” Rain hummed, shrugging. “I jus’ wan’ed go to the gardern bu’ my legs are wobbly.”

“Oh, you’re all small. I didn’t notice, Petal, I think I’m still asleep,” the earth ghoul chuckled before sitting down next to her and ruffling her fluffy hair.

“I’s okay,” she giggled, hiding her flushed face in the plushie, getting a bit shy.

“Anyway, what was that about a garden?”

“Oh, yeah!” Rain perked up. “Wan’ed go for walk.”

“We can still go, I can grab your crutches or wheelchair,” the earth ghoul proposed. Something in Rain shifted, though, she curled in on herself more and let her hair fall over her face and hide it. She definitely didn’t want to use any mobility aids, for whatever reason, and Mountain would never push. “Okay, and what about me carrying you? I can piggyback you through the garden.”

“You– you would?” Rain lifted her head just enough for her big, bright eyes to peak through the curtain of dark hair.

“Of course I would, Petal. With pleasure,” Mountain reassured and Rain’s face lighting up made his own lips curve into a smile. “Do you wanna go now?”

“Hm… yeah but you didn’ eat.”

The earth ghoul chuckled at how considerate she was. Always so caring. “That’s true, but I have my tea, it’s nearly finished already. It’ll be enough for now, I can eat later when the others will.”

“Huh…” Rain seemed to be thinking Mountain’s argument over. “If you say so den... can we go?”

“Absolutely. Do you think you can wait here while I go get you some warmer clothes?”

“Yes, I can!” Rain giggled, so enthusiastic.

“Okay, then, I’ll be back soon.” Mountain leaned down and kissed her forehead before turning around and leaving to fetch something to dress Rain in. It wasn’t that cold outside, but she was in just her pyjamas and she tended to run even colder than normally when she was regressed. The earth ghoul grabbed his own sweatpants and a hoodie Rain would surely drown in. She’d love it. He also got a pair of warm socks, Rain’s own this time.

When Mountain returned to the common room, Rain was waiting patiently, just as when he’d left her.

“Such a good little ghoulette, aren’t you, Petal? So patient,” he praised her, making her beam even more. He helped her get dressed in the clothes he brough—she did love the hoodie—and soon enough Rain was hanging off Mountain’s back, arms and legs all wrapped around him.

They went out into the garden, Rain taking a big, dramatic inhale of the fresh morning air, making Mountain chuckle. He went wherever she’d tell him to, letting her enjoy whatever she wanted. It was her walk, after all.

At some point she ordered a little break. Mountain sat down on a wooden bench by one of the greenhouses and held Rain sideways in his lap, now all happy with how her morning turned out.

“Would you mind telling me why you were so against using any aids earlier?” the earth ghoul asked, choosing his words carefully. If he’d sense any big feeling from Rain, he’d drop it, but they both knew some things had to be talked over with her when small. “You absolutely don’t have to, but you can, if you want.”

“Uhm… I jus’–” She tensed a bit and hesitated, but it was obvious she wanted to let it out, in a way. “I wan’ed to go and I planded to be big and I would just go but den I dunno why I woked up like this and jus’ got sad a bid.”

“Oh, I understand now,” Mountain said, “Thank you for telling me. Would you like to talk some more about it?”

“Not really,” she admitted. “I know crutches aren’t bad and i’s okay to use dem, but I just had… I just had some feelingz. But now i’s okay because you wend with me!”

“Yes, I did and I’m very happy about that, too, Petal.”

[bttrflypit]

tw : ana diary. abt me.

˖˚˳ଘ. I am 21 yrs old and have been battling an ed since I was 12. I have been in and out of recovery repeatedly and have recently come out of recovery again after hitting 90kg ; I have been using tumblr to help me through it.

likes ; monster, kpop / kpop thinspo, twd, gaming, drawing/painting, sharks, dark clothes, loey lane, sam & colby, fluffy blankets, plushies, tea, ponyo

warning ; i repost thinspo and mealspo. if you don't like this, block me. this helps me and makes me feel much less alone in my struggle.

[xtruss]

‘These creatures are precious indeed’ … a scene from Netflix’s Our Planet II. Photograph: John Haskew/Netflix Photograph: Ed Charles/Netflix

Our Planet II Review – So Much of David Attenborough’s New Show Is Just Astonishing

From cameras that mimic homeless bees to extremely cute chicks, it’s an honour to see these sights – but be prepared to witness humanity’s awful consequences for wildlife

— Jack Seale | Wednesday 14 June 2023 | Tv Review | Documentary

Sitting at home, breath held, earnestly hoping that some tiny animal thousands of miles from your sofa can survive a life-or-death situation: it’s always been one of the eerie pleasures of a wildlife documentary, despite such a reaction being essentially irrational. What does it matter whether that lizard can outrun those snakes? It’s all part of nature. It’s nothing to do with us.

Well, not any more. The scene that sticks in the mind from Our Planet II, Netflix’s new Attenborough-voiced opus, is of an albatross chick on the tiny Pacific island of Laysan, fighting for life without any predators nearby. The little thing’s opening its beak wide and dry-heaving towards the sand. “There is now so much plastic in our oceans that it reaches the most remote islands on Earth,” says Sir David, as we see the beach strewn with incongruously colourful detritus. The peril the chick is trying to survive is whether or not it can sick up a gobbet of indestructible crud its mother mistook for food.

The four new hour-long episodes have plenty more sequences to make you think: heck, what have we done? In the Arctic, a walrus perches on the only floating glacier shard within view, unsure where to go next. A polar bear, knackered by the need to swim much more and walk much less, fails to hunt a bearded seal that’s better at sliding on and off the melting, fractured ice. The theme is migration, as prompted by the changing seasons – but humans have changed how extreme those seasonal shifts are.

It is not all doom – in fact, the environmental warnings are slightly less strident than they were in the first run of Our Planet. We have plenty of wonders still to enjoy. The show’s recurring motif is an unbelievable shot of animals on the move together in staggering numbers. A megaherd of cape buffalo in the Kalahari, filmed from the air and looking like swarming ants; actual swarming army ants, carrying “supersized larvae” to their new forest home; locusts turning the ground yellow as they walk, then undergoing a bristling metamorphosis that makes them even more disquietingly alien, whereupon they turn the sky pink. The locusts’ trip from Sudan to Tibet is illustrated by figures moving on a 3D relief map, a clever visual aid to underline the vastness of the distances that migrating creatures cover.

We have extreme cuteness, too, in the form of a murrelet chick on Vancouver Island who has to trek alone towards the shore, so small it keeps smacking face-first into twigs lying on the ground. That Laysan albatross chick is adorable once it’s recovered from its human-induced choking fit, standing on the beach all ragged and fluffy, gazing out to sea and wondering when to attempt its first flight. It’s seen a young black-footed albatross set off, lose momentum and land on the water, bobbing for a second before being eaten by a tiger shark that has travelled 1,000km for this specific feast. Another black-footed bird is more or less in flight a few inches above the surf, but isn’t going to get far: a tiger shark is chewing on its foot.

For those in peril on the sea … Our Planet II. Photograph: Netflix

Whether our friend will suffer the same fate is the subject of the episode one cliffhanger, a device used throughout the season to persuade us to let the Netflix machine roll on to the next instalment. This seems unnecessarily needy for a prestige wildlife documentary, and it’s awkwardly executed: presumably for the benefit of viewers who might watch episodes in isolation, the next one starts with a recap that repeats the information binge-watchers have just been given. Elsewhere, there is the odd moment where the footage doesn’t feel new enough: everyone’s familiar by now with lions working to isolate a weak buffalo/wildebeest, but we see that old drama play out twice, alongside similar sequences of orca v whale, arctic fox v snow goose and crocodile v zebra.

But these are quibbles, brought on by how spoiled we’ve been by previous landmark natural history shows. Take a step back and so much of Our Planet II is astonishing: a drone camera mimicking a homeless bee swarm’s hunt for a new nesting place, checking out the holes in various trees, is one of many times we’re reminded what a precious honour it is to see such sights.

These creatures are precious indeed, and Our Planet II tries to see hope in places where humans have shown some awareness of their responsibilities as tenants-in-common of Earth. The antelope whose ancestral migration routes have been blocked by barbed-wire fences protecting US oil and gas fields, for example, have at least had bridges built for them so they can cross our lethal four-lane highways. It’s the least we can do.

[friedbreadwombat]

Look if you don't wanna read about me screaming in fandom hivemind incellulia spectacular, this is a warning, pls look away, go do something more fun, or something, idk.

*regurgitates idea like bird*

Stolitz Dancer AU!

Stolas is a choreographer, Blitzo is a performer.

Blitzo is yeah ur usual boi aligning w the helluvaboss plot, coming from not very much privilege, had to work his ass off to get to where he be now. His previous job before he crashed unceremoniously into the perfoming arts scene cursing about fizzaroli, was a guy of a trained private hire security squad that like, assisted the cia, or something. He has a gun yes, and that was all he cared about, besides horses. He doubles as stolas's bodyguard if the plot requires it, still, hence, because, he can do guns. Quality time with daddy. No, no I will never get over that sce-

Stolas is yes rich high fluffy goetia boy of the privilege yes. Again following series, coming from a long generational line of wealthy predecessors of the field, raised to be heir of goetia fam, was given the heck of a library, much knowledge babie, very learn, was hatched, and dancing, as soon as he could walk. what is autonomy, and can you eat it. It's what he's supposed to do, right? Well, nevermind because in any case he is very good at it. Hence he'd made a name for himself, despite holding and inheriting the family name. Privilege didn't have to raise a fine man, when it could raise a spoiled bastard reliant on capitalism, but yet, here we are. Intelligent, charismatic, very talented, and always, always somehow wiser than his years might tell, leading to a depth and myriad of stunning performances, dances, of absolutely anything, perfected and polished by yours truly. An artist both respected, and feared.

One day stolas gets a viktor nikiforov style call from Blitzo's management, specifically, Blitzo's team, it is not moxie on the line, it is not. He is not on 4 hours of sleep, no, you're tired, not him.

It's Blitzo's request. He wants to work with him. Stolas.

THE Blitzo.

The fastest risen artist in the past decade that hit like a car outta nowhere.

AND BOY, DO PEOPLE LOVE THE FIRE.

Feral amoral asshole genius man has blazed his trail of never before perceived depth, to the name of his field, relatively new and a few years in. Banger tunes that made ears feel novel, performances that were only described as 'breathtaking'. Productionally, a revolutionary, who somehow decided that he was gonna start scream singing his death metal rendition of some equivalenth of baby shark in a grocery store, improv-ed off the supermarket radio, and garnered an audience of about a hundred, and an online audience of about too many times of that for Stolas to feel chill about this.

He's had fans screaming at his stages, and fighting rabidly for the tickets, of which, a, lucrative, amount, flagged up onto a lucrative place at an incredibly, lucrative, price. And, no, it wasn't because he was a hot- no, no gotta keep it professional, gotta keep it together, no, can't be dangerously hor- no, not while they are supposed to produce together. He must uphold, his very best, yes.

The last conversation Stolas had had with the man, also very yuri on ice, had left him with a piece of, something, in his heart, that he could not forget. What exactly was it?

He'd keep that a secret to himself.

Better for himself, than to someone who's gonna tease him endlessly for it, you know?

Anyway, he had been offered to choreograph one of his performances for a new song.

So yeah cool shit ig wtv, they gotta meet up to collaborate so i can write interactions, and for stolas to nail the choreo with him in person, for the best of results, so he can guide out and polish it for the best. And Blitzo thought, capable as this unpredictable smartass is, that for this once, he could hella learn a lot of shit from this guy. And delete verosika from the scene. He is the best after all. Nothing else.

Nothing else.

Stolas and Blitzo do a plane and meet because planes exist here.

Stolas has a heart attack when he sees blitzo for the first time. Because he is famous, and lives, completely and genuinely, the name he had made for himself, in what, 3 years?!

He is also hot, and well fuck, he can't fucking deny this anymore, his eyes are having a field day, and his face is tomatoed at this point, or at least, it feels that way. Blitzo would probably have said something if it were that visible, anyway.

Holy shi- Anyway, they bleehblah bloohblah more shit happens, they dance, sexual tension or something, i dont know, im just recalling that 1 klance fic from ye old days.

INSERT THAT 1 SWAY ANIMATIC. They dance on tables. Because they are table hoppers.

Yes.

This is prob at some banquet formality scenario, prob nearing the actl performance, like some sort of acquaintance rich people party.

Maybe they're getting real close now. Its getting pretty.

Pretty.

But, aha yeah blitzo has the same issues helluva boss portrayed, does not like love, he's been avoiding the entire thing schtick he has with stolas, insert that 1 scene of one of the eps, the uh captured by the humans spy guys one where stolas goes to save him and he has an acid trip, where hes like chained by stolas, sitting atop a flight of stairs, and stolas is pulling him closer. Maybe because it will trap him again, relationships are his glorified chain prisons, anyway. He'd escape, if he could, but every attempt he makes to hack stolas' social media account to post memes on his main,

Has him going places he'd never thought he'd go.

So, how would it all play out? Will they make it a hell of a show? Will Blitzo nail his epic stunt, and throw in an unholy amount of fireworks again? Will Stolas remain composed, around his new, and growing, celebrity crush? Will stolas eat blitzo's pet rat?

Idk depends on if this gets written or no it just came to mind and I wrote it

[harumi-love-club]

Describing the Ninjago characters in the worst way possible

Lloyd: daddy issues with mommy issue as a garnish

Jay: fluffy haired brunette bastard who outgrew his incel phase

Kai: straight tiktok but make it sort of gay?

Zane: ouch

Cole: overcame his fear of singing due to a worm song. also gay?

Nya: if wonder woman was treated like the only girl in an otherwise all male band

Pixal: ouch but make it “we are compatible”

Wu: Tea

Misako: will get with her sort of husband’s brother

Ronin: A thief but make him a father figure

Dareth: the guy who i think punched a shark but no one gives a genuine shit about

Skylar: the forgotten badass

Morro: daddy issues but this time it’s an emo(?) ghost who has them

Cyrus Borg: Mark Zuckerberg but human and a great person

Ed Walker: oh edna

Edna Walker: oh ed

Harumi: She lied, she manipulated, she girlbossed

Lord Garmadon: a little bit of a bitch but still somehow a good father

Sensei Garmadon: ,,,,,,,,,,,,,, dilf

[ren-mielthebee]

my barians!panic attacks/mental health headcanons

⚠️im not going to speak on SH, su!dic3, EDs or anything like that as they are sensitive topics

• MIZAR

- his are usually ptsd induced (nightmares) or his scars will flare up in pain. hes usually overcome with grief (parents), guilt (jinlon)

- has difficulty breathing. because of how vulnerable he feels he'll tend to wrap his arms around himself or bring his knees to his chest (which is something he does in general)

- he also appreciates being held (but would never admit it) as well as a warm drink. he is a crier and with the right ppl hes ok with being vulnerable

• VECTOR

- in general id say we can all agree vector probably struggles the most with his mental health (namely guilt/ptsd/self esteem).

- obviously the B-squad knows this so they all ask kim (oc who is their caretaker/adoptive guardian) to teach them wut to do when a situation occurs

- when he does have a panic attack it is FULL blown (hyperventilating/aching/crying/gripping whatver he can) if not prevented or taken care of immediately

- his episodes dont happen often though so no one feels like they have to walk on eggshells or anything but there are periods of time where he is worse

- he is on medication and yes they do have to remind him to take them smh

- usually a warm bath, fluffy blanket helps. he prefers to not be touched at first and just need help breathing and coming back to his senses.

• ALITO

- overall hes doing pretty well all things considered. it's usually the scar on his neck that bothers him or a nightmare

- usually prefers physical contact for comfort (girag gives great hugs and theyre besties so hes alitos go to🥰)

- i will say, i do think he has some minor trust issues (with the prince betrayal and all)

- he gets offended when someone calls him a liar but then kinda panics when he has a misunderstanding with someone and so he tries to fix it asap--he would hate to be misrepresented and have ppl think hes unloyal or dishonest even if its for something seemingly insignificant (bby i promise ur doing great😭)

• RIO/SHARK

- after the whole ordeal their twin bond was strengthened emotionally/physically

- they touch more now (hold hands, nap on each other's lap/shoulders etc)

- like the 6th barian sense ive mentioned in a previous post, their connection lets the twins sense the other's pain or other sensations--sometimes if rio concentrates enough she can kinda sense where exactly shark is (google satellite type beat💀)

- shark is definitely even more protective of her (well actually hes just more open abt it) now

- they always let each other know where they are at all times (or at least they try to) so the other doesnt panic and spiral unnecessarily (this does happen more to shark tho😭)

- dumon is their pillar, for damn near everything. but specifically he knows wut helps them calm down (we stan)

[randombtsprincessa]

Buoyed Up

All Rights Reserved. © RandomBTSPrincessa, Tulips98.

Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Words: 4.8k

Genre: Fluffy Smut

Rating: Mature/Explicit (18+)

Summary: You take your boyfriend to soak up the sun on his birthday.

Playlist: Robokid - Ur Touch | Figgy - Do It Like Us | Tinashe - Days In The West (Drake Cover) (Ekali Remix)

Warnings: Yatching trip, Hoseok gets wet and shirtless, ogling, explicit smut, nipple/breast play, nipple biting, face sitting, unprotected sex (be safe folksies), hickies, profanity, dirty talk and dirty thoughts.

A/N: Happy birthday to my beautiful Sunboy! I would also like to thank @yeoldontknow​ for the nipple play inspiration and a special someone who shall not be named for the face sitting scene. I know you’re going to read this, don’t play. 

You had never been this thankful for a correct weather forecast before.

The sky and sea stretched out seamlessly in front of you in a brilliant canvas of blue. The wind was crisp and fresh. The wooden slats of the dock platform squeaked in your ears and right in your line of sight was the magnificence you had booked for one of the most important events of the year.

The star of said event was behind you, clutching your hand stretched out between you, fingers entwined. The squeezes he trapped your hands in could be seen as a form of expressing his affection…or simply conveying how nervous he was right now.

Your eyes, protected by the darkened haze of the sunglass could spy the captain and owner of the Yacht boat, wrapping and tying cords at the entrance, feet following the direction when one final, tighter squeeze made you pause, turning to look askance at the man behind you.

Hoseok, the birthday boy, wore a silky white shirt, so long and baggy it almost completely hid his lithe frame, nearly kissing his knees. Beneath them, you could just spy his denim shorts, and beneath them…well, his knees shook a little and toes squiggled in his sandals.

“What?” You asked.

“I just…um, are you sure, it’s alright for us to…take a boat?” He queried.

You paused. “What?” You tried again.

“I mean, things could go wrong if we’re alone. Storms, leaks, shark attacks, whale attacks,” He listed and for a split second, you allowed amusement to color your tone.

“Whales, baby?” You teased and he grumbled.

You had to sigh. You knew your boyfriend was a bit…easily rattled. So when you’d announced your plans for his birthday and he’d whooped enthusiastically, you’d taken a minute to talk him through it. It was a yacht, a decently large and comfortable engine based boat which would take you across to a private section of the shallows where you would spend the day. You would drive, there would be food and drinks and a luxurious day of sunning.

He had been thoroughly stress relieved, with fried chicken and soda before agreeing to your plans.

Of course, you should’ve known that coming out here and seeing things for himself would bring his earlier fears back to the surface.

You tugged him closer to your body. “If you’re really worried, then we can go back. I’m sure I can get a bit of a refund if we ask nicely.”

Hoseok didn’t meet your eyes, looking over your head at the captain who had spotted you by now, getting to his feet expectantly. “Did you pay a lot?”

“Just the standard fee; but your comfort is more important.” You promised, soothing a hand across his bicep.

“I’m…I’m fine, I just…”

“I’ll be steering, we will only go to the shallows and come straight back tomorrow.” You reassured again.

His big brown eyes met yours now, triangle lips pouting in thought before he uttered one word. “Fine,”

The captain, a hand carding through his crew cut, grinned at you when you finally towed Hoseok over to him and his boat. “Good morning, ma’am, didn’t I tell you there’ll be good sun and wind the day you want her?”

You laughed. “Yes, captain, you sure did. This is the birthday boy, by the way; Hoseok, my boyfriend.”

“Pleasure,” He stretched out a hand to shake Hoseok’s, toothily beaming. “You got a fine vibe around you, sir.”

Hobi hesitated before managing a smile. “So, who’s the ‘her’ you were talking about?” he asked.

The Cap turned, placing a gentle hand along the gleaming body of the yacht. “The most precious thing I own, meet Ferret. Come on in”

You couldn’t help but giggle at Hoseok’s stunned expression as he moved in. “He calls it Ferret?” He muttered.

“It’s cute,” You returned, turning your attention to the man in question as he gave you a basic run down of the boat again. You’d already gotten the tutorial and studied the manuals thoroughly over the last month.

You moved over the large reception and living space, glancing through the stocked little kitchenette in the back. The bedroom and bathroom were below deck, and the sun bed and fore deck sparkled from the cleaning it had undergone.

“What do you think?” You asked.

Hoseok sat on the padded sofa in the living, looking around and considering. “It’s good, I like it.”

“That’s what I like to hear. So, if that’ll be all, ma’am; I’ll hop off board.” He walked off, untying the rope that held the Ferret to its spot. “You’ll be back by noon tomorrow, eh?”

“Absolutely,” You shook his hand again, watching him cast a look over the vessel once more.

When he walked off, disappearing around the corner of the wooden walkway, you turned around to see your boyfriend smiling lightly at you.

“What?” You said, returning the smile.

“Nothing, just…” His teeth peeked out. “I’m happy I get to spend the day with you. I hope the guys don’t miss me too much.”

“They can have you tomorrow.” You reached out to pull him to his feet, planting a smacking kiss on his upturned lips. “Today you’re mine. Now come up, let’s take Ferret for a ride.”

Hoseok and you climbed up on to the ‘cockpit’ of the Ferret, set up high on the deck and over the galley for visibility and navigation.

“You’re sure you know how to do this, right? Don’t make me have to sail us back tomorrow.” He joked, climbing on to the day bed next to the steering console table as you sat in the chair.

“I might just throw you overboard on your birthday.” You warned absentmindedly.

You slid in the master key first, turning it and pressing the toggle switches on. The LED display lit up, welcoming the captain and panels of instruction and controls came up.

“Where are we going?” Hoseok asked again, curiously, watching you fiddle with the steering, the autopilot and infra red view to go over anything that may come up under the boat. He wasn’t too enthused with the idea but safety was key if he wanted to come back to shore with you.

“We’ll head over to the shallows; find a quiet spot to spend the day. Tomorrow we sail back.” You explained before the purr of the engine carried over the winds.

He watched you turn the small wheel on the control, carefully maneuvering out and away from the docks. The other boats and water vessels slowly decreased in size with the distance gained and again Hoseok internally expressed some gratitude to the heavens that his birthday came up on a relatively less busy day. It was not too cold to take far off vacations but it was still too cold to take one as this.

“Kick back, we have some time before we get there.” You said and he did just that.

Dropping his head back, he tossed his arms up behind to cradle his skull. The sun basked platform warmed his back, which his face heated up with the sun overhead. Soon it would be hot enough to actually warrant a dip in the seas.

He turned his head to look at his girlfriend, hair tied up and off the face, back ramrod straight even though there was nothing in the vicinity to even remotely pose a threat. She was wearing his chain, he noticed. The idea bloomed adoration in his chest, expanding and breathing air into his veins.

The engine had moved from a kitten’s purr to a loud roar, kicking up sea spray that misted around the vessel, cool and smooth as it hit the exposed parts of his skin. He undid the small scarf he had looped into his belt loop to wrap around his hair. He doubted it would do much, but he didn’t want to risk the salt water messing with the dye that was still settling into his scalp.

By the time they reached the shallows, it was reaching midday. You had cut the engine when you reached the shallows, steering till you were close to one of the small out crop of beach land that attracted the tourists. He could spy only one family, farther away into the distance but thankfully, they were too far to make their presence known obviously.

The autopilot engaged just in case, both of you migrated down to the galley, with you digging out a bottle of chilled champagne from the kitchenette. The bubbly popped loudly, with Hoseok cringing at the volume before the rich, crisp alcohol was poured into a stem less flute, kept to the minimum because his tolerance of alcohol was laughably low and well known.

He shuddered to imagine flushing crimson and losing touch with reality this early into the day.

The first hour was given to simply sitting in the shaded part of the deck, nursing the alcohol and catching up on the activities that were missed out on due to the hectic schedules of your lives.

Hoseok wrapped an arm around your shoulders, tucking you into his frame as he lounged back, feet up on the table, hair fluffing with the passing breeze. The heat, contrasting with the coolness of the sea air and the champagne was enough to lull you into the sleepy state, his soft hums echoing in your ear.

“Hey,” He said finally, his voice teasing. “Don’t’ fall asleep on me now.”

You smiled, sitting up against him. “Sorry, you just feel so peaceful.”

Hoseok kissed you softly before his eyes flickered to the expanse of water behind you. “Take a swim with me?”

Hoseok had been right. The sun had warmed the air enough for the water to be tolerable. Salty, cool and soothing, he plunged into the not too deep waters, his girlfriend laughing as she tossed one of the yacht’s floats in after him.

His head popped up just as you sat down at the edge of the boat, your feet kicking up water towards him.

“Aren’t you going to join?” He called.

“Nah, I want to watch you enjoy.” Your smirk made it clear you were enjoying the view indeed, fingers playing with the fabric of his discarded shirt.

Hoseok smirked right back, swimming closer so he could grab onto a wayward ankle. “Are you planning some mischief, darling?” He asked.

Your face turned impish. “Of course not,” You returned.

“Too bad, because I am.”

A hand smacked hard at the water, cupping and sending a wave of water straight at your face. He backed up quickly, laughing wildly at the stunned look on your face.

“Oh my god, I’m going to kill you!” You screeched, slipping off the deck straight into the water, uncaring of the water soaking through your clothes as you chased after Hoseok.

You spent about an hour in the water, splashing at each other and trying to swim around the other to escape the constant barrages of water. Even as the sun began to dip westwards, the temperature dropped, the cool water chilling against your skin.

Hoseok made you clamber up first, following quickly as you allowed the sea water to drain away first before entering the living space of the yacht.

The evening sun slanted down the slatted windows, illuminating the bags of clothes you’d stocked for the trip two days ago, when you were checking over the yacht one last time. A duffel bag, stuffed with both of your underwear, two extra tops and a change of pants.

Hobi moved to his clothes quickly as you flung them out onto the bed, quickly shucking off the shorts he wore, revealing his boxer briefs, the band hanging just at his pelvis. He grabbed one of the towels from the warming racks, hastily rubbing at his torso even as your actions slowed and then stopped completely, staring at your boyfriend’s visage in the mirror.

Thinly muscled arms moved quickly but precisely, catching any stray drops of water that gathered on his skin and you had to bite your lip, shaking yourself to snap out of it. You still had a cake to cut, damn it.

“What?”

You started, catching Hoseok’s gaze that had now found yours in the mirror. “What are you looking at?” He asked, looking down at himself to see if it was something stuck to his chest that had garnered your attention.

You smiled, handing him the hoodie from the bed, which he quickly zipped over his body, the zipper only reaching midway and leaving his clavicle available to your fervent gaze.

“It’s nothing,” You shrugged. “I just like seeing you shirtless. Never going to get over it,”

Hoseok stopped fluffing his hair, his mouth falling open first in shock at your blatant admission before he was snorting in laughter, body caving from his mirth. It had always been an endearing sight for you. The way his hair turned to floof, his lips and cheeks trembling to contain his chortles and the strain of his body - not from anything stressful though, but pure laughter.

He was beautiful and while it softened your heart for the man across from you, it did nothing to slake your lust.

If anything, it increased your desire to lay him down on the bed and ride him till he was a panting and moaning mess under you, your name on his tongue as he spilled in you.

You cleared your throat, looking away from the mirror and the real thing, down to your fresh clothes.

Cake…you had cake to cut…and dinner to eat.

And even though your body screamed to jump him right then and there, you were a self disciplined woman. You could last.

“Babe, do you mind waiting outside for a bit while I change?”

“Of course,” Hoseok smiled, grabbing the towel to drape around his neck as he exited the room, clicking the door shut after him.

Only then did you relax, peeling your own wet clothes off to change into the dry ones.

Fifty minutes later, Hoseok and you sat on the small dinner table that folded up from one of the couches. Hobi set the table while you cooked in the small kitchen attachment, all of Hoseok’s favorite food and snacks making their way on to the table. Kimchi fried rice steamed, sending tendrils of white mist up which curled around your man as he inhaled the aroma, a glass of Sprite bubbling at his hand.

You had decked out the room with soft fairy lights, too paranoid to risk candles, even though you were out into the water.

“This smells so good, did you add anything extra?”

“Just a lot of love,” You winked, already having promised to not reveal that fact that his mom had given you most of the secret keys to Hoseok’s heart…via his stomach. Fried sesame seeds in a little soy sauce underlying the taste of Kimchi…and here you were.

You swirled a finger around the glass of wine at the counter, waiting for him to dig in and take the first bite, moaning almost immediately as the rice hit his taste buds. “God, I swear my mom cooked this.” he shot you a suspicious look before deciding to let it go.

You grinned, reaching into the small under the counter fridge to pull out the cake.

You had bought, decorated and candled it at least ten days ago, making your best friend hide it in her fridge first before bringing it here. The glass top of the container was lifted carefully, lighting the candles quickly.

Making sure he was still eating, you quickly reached back and turned off the lights, plunging the room in near darkness. Another switch flicked on the fairy lights and the room was then lit up in a beautiful array of orange and pink, revealing Hobi’s surprised face as he looked up with a squawk of protest.

“What’s going on?” He asked, a little high pitched.

You didn’t answer, only picking up the cake and carrying it to the table. Hobi’s expression melted in an O, eyes sparkling at the army bomb candles you’d found. The small picture of you two on the standee, taken on your last anniversary, mirrored his smile.

“I hope you like it.” You mumbled. “I got cherry and strawberry cream filling inside.”

“This is amazing baby, thank you.” He whispered, leaning forward towards the cake.

You folded your arms on the table, “Go on; make a wish.”

Hoseok’s face sobered. He glanced up at you before closing his eyes, a second later blowing out the candles in a quick puff, the only source of light now the twinkling tiny beads that littered the ceiling and walls. His eyes opened, meeting yours with something like awe in his gaze.

“Happy Birthday baby,” You said lightly.

“Babe, you really pulled out all the stops this time.” He whispered.

I laughed, shrugging non-committal. “You’re my boyfriend, and it’s your birthday. I just wanted you to have a nice time.”

“I am.”

“I may have also made a bet with the guys about who you’re going to enjoy spending more time with.”

There was silence in which Hoseok sighed, shaking his head at yours and his friends’ antics but then you were straightening up. “So, what did you wish for?”

“You know, revealing a wish makes it moot.” He pointed out with a smile before grabbing your hand. “But I don’t need to wish for anything more because I have everything I could want right here.” He raised your hand to place a kiss to your knuckles.

You gave him a look. “You wished for a Grammy, didn’t you?”

Hoseok burst out laughing for the second time that evening, thumb caressing the back of your hand. He gave you a coy smile. “You know, I’m having a very nice time right now.”

You nodded.

“But I could be having a nicer time…how about dessert?” He waggled his eyebrows.

“You have a whole cake in front of you.”

“Babe!” He whined even as you giggled, leaning over to kiss his nose.

“Well, lucky for you I was thinking the same thing.”

Hoseok beamed, meeting your lips halfway in a soft kiss. His hair tickled your forehead, fingers brushing over the shell of your ears to delve into your hair. He scratched the soft skin of your scalp, a tiny trigger for you. It made you moan, keen further into his body. Somehow he managed to stand you up, guiding you back towards the yacht bedroom with giddy giggles left in your wake.

Once inside, Hoseok pulled you tighter against him, mouthy sounds and soft pants filling the room along with the gentle lapping of the waves outside and noises one can hear at night out in nature. It made the experience feel closer, more intimate as his hands ran over your skin, mapping out roads he’d explored time and again.

The first thing you did when you managed to pull your hands from around his neck was unzip the hoodie, taking your time to trail your fingertips lightly down the now exposed span of skin. Smooth, soft and supple, you couldn’t help but marvel at him being yours.

Hobi gathered your hair away from your neck, his mouth tracing from the edge of your jaw, nuzzling and nipping towards your neck. His fingers played with the hem of your blouse, hitching it up till he was pulling it up off you, tossing it to join his hoodie on the floor.

“Fuck,” he whispered at the sight of your naked chest, having forgone a bra.

Nudging his knee to yours, he backed you into the bed. You sat down with a thump, the mattress bouncing with your fall and started crawling back, Hoseok stalking after you on his hands and knees.

When you were finally propped on the pillows as to his liking, he dipped to kiss down your body again, encasing a sensitive, peaked nipple in his hot mouth, laving it over with saliva. Your head tilted back, back arching into his mouth until his other hand wrapped around the other, kneading it in rhythm with his tongue, essentially pushing you down to the bed.

“Fuck, Hobi,” you cried when he playfully bit into the nub, blunt teeth testing the waters between pain and pleasure. You glanced down to see him look up at you, pulling his lips back to show you the sight and you had to wrap a leg around his waist to tether you to earth. Swollen and dark with the attention, your chest stood out, resting in his hot mouth as he continued to swirl his tongue around it.

When he saw your attention was on him, he lowered his teeth again, pressure increasing steadily until you whined and he let go, pulling away to blow cool air onto the skin.

You dropped your head onto the pillow, pressing further in to make friends with the heat that settled in your thorax. It pulsated and thrummed in your blood, the very line he had made you just walk, mocking you.

The return of Hoseok’s hand, cupping your other mound, fingers gentle but insistently pulling at the other nipple made you look at him again.

“Good?” he asked.

You smiled nodding; your hand joining his to brush your own nipple before you followed the length of his arm, touching his chest, dragging over the sternum to where his happy trail disappeared into his pants.

He leaned in over you, kissing you again, slower, more intense, enough for you to chase after his tongue to suck on. You threw your arm around his neck, holding him to you as tight as you could as if his kissed poured life-breath into your soul.

“Easy baby,” he chuckled in your ear. “I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.” He placed a kiss under your jaw and added a pinch to the nipple he was playing with for added measure.

He moved further down the bed, tugging on your hand to sit you up.

“Come on, I want my dessert.” He winked at you mischievously, throwing his body down to the bed to comfortable lie down, grinning up at you. “Get on here.”

“Are you sure?” You asked. “I mean, it’s your birthday, don’t you -,”

“Shh, it’s my birthday and I know what I want. That’s you; grinding that pretty pussy into my mouth, till you come on my tongue. You can suck me off all you want when it’s your day.”

You gasped, smacking at his shoulder till you were getting onto your knees, crawling over to him and swinging a leg across him. His hands immediately clamped onto the tops of your thighs, squeezing in reassurance.

This wasn’t the first time you were doing this, Hoseok being insistent on your pleasure before him or sometimes only yours, allowed for ‘experiments’ that would enable him to find clues and notes to your body that he blatantly exploited to make you putty in his hands.

A dash of compliments, a pinch of soft kisses, grips of comfort and maybe a good meal if you’ve had a long day revealed to be the key to get you to ride his face. And today, to your dawning realization, he’d played you just as you had attempted to play him.

Damn his brains…

“It’s okay,” he whispered again, much closer to your core now before he was helping you lower yourself to his mouth.

Your breath hitched when you felt his lips rove in a circle over the most sensitive part of your inner thigh, just at the apex where he loved to hover. He nibbled the skin, teasing it with his tongue and teeth before a hand was smoothing over your rear, warning you of the coming onslaught.

You leaned back to watch the sight. Hoseok’s dark hair upon the bed, his glimmering forehead with a few stray strands matted to the skin and then those eyes.

Eyes that shimmered with greedy lust, mirroring yours and overwhelming in the way they channeled your wants through them. If there was anyone who was truly able to give you a peek into their soul by their eyes; it was Hoseok.

And you, oh so, loved it…

The first deep, hard swish of his tongue along your slit had your moan catching in your throat, coming out broken and whiny. There was no time to get acclimated to the sensation of the barest hint of stubble against your soft skin as he moved his tongue again, back and forth, collecting your arousal and massaging it back into your folds.

You chanced a look downwards, seeing Hoseok’s eyes closed too, eyebrows furrowed in pure concentration. His nose was buried inside you and you could feel his breath waft against you.

“Fuck Hobi,” You finally breathed out, not even out of pleasure but the sheer picture he painted with the way he looked. You could write odes but none would ever match his glory.

He pulled away from your core, grinning up at you.

“I like it when you say that.” He told you, index finger resuming the path of his tongue, circling on your clit. He looked down at it. “I like it when this pussy quivers.” He slipped the digit inside and you swore he had hit the spot at first try.

You wouldn’t be surprised, he had had enough practice.

“Yeah?” You asked, sounding lame.

“Oh definitely,” he hummed. “But you know what I like even more?”

You looked at him puzzled, eyes widening when he smacked your ass lightly, jolting you against his finger. “I like when you actually ride my face.”

You stared.

“What are you waiting for?”

You kept your eyes on him before slowly anchoring your hands back on his chest. Hoseok’s eyes narrowed, his tongue poking out and then you hesitantly rolled your hips, the pearl of your clit catching the ridge of his tongue.

“Good,” He nodded as best as he could from under you. “Now; do it like you mean it; use me, Y/N.”

You close your eyes, focusing on the small burning ember in your pelvic floor before grinding down insistently; feeling the bare hint of tongue increase till it was basically a landing pad for you. Your nerve ending sizzled with each contact, Hobi’s hands moving and tracing patterns into your hips to keep you going until you were giving him exactly what he wanted, coming over his tongue.

The digit in your cunt doubled, the soft muscle digging into your core to lap up any wetness he could find but all it did was add to the mess until you couldn’t stand the friction. You writhed away from him, rolling onto the bed haphazardly, Hoseok following. He gripped onto your wrists, pulling you closer to coo over you, praising you for the job well done.

You were his good girl, he was going to fuck you real slow and nice for this; you felt rather than hear his whispers, muffled even though they were against your shoulder.

Hoseok collected you in his arms, winding and tight to your back.

“Can you lift your leg, baby?”

You did as he asked, with Hoseok helping you prop the leg until it lay over his upper arm. The stretch burned, but you knew he was walking the line between pain-pleasure again.

When you felt him enter you, slow but steady, filling you to the brim in one practiced slide, your eyes met his – gazes locked with unsaid words that didn’t need to be voiced out loud.

It was there in your touches, in your kisses, in the way you looked at each other.

He thrust, hips canting into yours and your head fell back, knowing he was going to take care of both him and you this time around. His pace remained calm, the only indicators of his unraveling being the grunts echoing in your ears and the way his lips and kisses became teeth and bites; littering the skin of your neck and shoulders with the mark of his desire for you.

His hands had moved from your back to your ass, gripping the soft flesh to fuck into you, rolling his hips until your sweat slicked bodies moved as one, plunged into a blissful orgasm that painted your body with splashes of his overflowing pleasure.

Hoseok cursed, grabbing onto his length to drive further into you, cock twitching and emptying the last of its essence into your cove.

“Holy shit,” You were the first to speak.

“Yeah,” Your loved raised his head, eyebrows quirked. “No shit,”

You both broke into giggles before he was gently pulling out, tutting at the mess that was probably on the bed. “I sure hope the captain of Ferret has fresh sheets on board.”

You raised a lazy hand, pointing towards the cupboard where you were told extra linens would be. Hoseok got up, golden and naked for your viewing pleasure before a particular notion had you grabbing at his hand, making him turn to you.

“You enjoyed your birthday with me more than you will with the guys’ right?”

“Oh baby,” He laughed, kissing your nose. “They can’t hope to give me the kind of celebration you just did.”

[hedgiwithapen]

could I ask for more metakitties in Young Justice? Please and thanks!

It had originally been, like most strange ideas that somehow worked out, Gar’s suggestion to bring animals to the Taos Metahuman Youth Center. Gar had spent a tense afternoon calming a scared boy down in the form of a Forest-green Retriever and a handful of support animals had swiftly followed. Dogs trained to do different support or calming tasks, a chinchilla for those with allergies who still needed something soft and warm to cuddle, an enormous tank of brightly colored fish to watch… and of course, the cats. Ed had been glad for them all. His job was certainly easier, if not easy, with the extra help, and the response from the other staff and the teenagers had been very positive. The Flash--who was a scientist, apparently-- was even talking about working on better allergy meds that wouldn’t interfere with the metagene, and there was talk of Bruce Wayne funding a new outbuilding for a stable. Of all the critters that roamed the halls, though, Ed’s favorite was a kitten Virgil had dropped off personally. One of several cats that had popped out of a Zeta Tube with no record or indication of how or why, the gray tabby had become a fixture at the center as easily as her littermates had latched on to the team or the justice league itself. He’d named her Shark for her sleek fur, the way her triangular tail was nearly always raised, and her habit of gnawing on everything she could get her little mouth on. She was speckled and soft and loved to lurk in the halls, following the unsuspecting to ambush them and demand pets, snuggles, or shoes to chew on. While most of the animals stayed in the wing of the center they were supposed too, the cats wandered as freely as the Metahumans, and Shark most of all.

Ed enjoyed the days when his friends stopped by. It wasn’t often. Asami and Tye managed it a bit more often than Virgil or Jaime, who had a lot going on with the whole side-gig-as-superheroes thing. They still tried; the zeta tubes made it easier to stay connected than Ed had thought, when they’d first all gone separate ways. It was nice to share company and stories, and sometimes a few of the recovering teens joined them. At first, they’d mostly stared, a little in awe, but over time, things had become more comfortable. Ed liked watching his charges realize that this could be their future-- healing, peace, friendship. The temperature dipped at night, though not much. Ed couldn’t sleep, as he often couldn’t. So he stretched and went to walk the halls. He didn’t have to walk anywhere, but he liked it. It was nice to see everything familiar. Turning the corner into the hall near the media room, Ed heard the explosion and kicked into emergency mode. He couldn’t see any sign of major fire, which should have been a good thing, except that it meant that whatever had happened had not just been another incident in the kitchens with an aerosol can of butterspray and the new pyrokinetic. One of the therapy dogs barked, urgent. The “clients”--the children and teenagers living in the dorms at the center-- ran, in pairs and small groups, to designated safe areas. One of the first things Ed’s dad had insisted on were protocols like that, and Ed had needed no convincing. He teleported through the rooms, clearing more frightened teenagers out. Satisfied that his friends and the other staff were on high alert, he headed for the panic room that was his responsibility to check. Every hall in the center had one, and everyone was well aware of them. His was the furthest from the zeta. His heart dropped as he popped in, and saw the door blown off the hinges. Half a dozen of his charges had made it here, some with power suppressing bracelets, some without. But all of them were up against the back wall, either unconscious or collared. Ed tensed and ducked the second he realized, avoiding the blow an attacker aimed at his head. He teleported again to put himself beside the cornered teens. Getting them out of danger, and fast, was top priority. The moment he materialized he had to call the golden glow up again, dodging left. This time when his feet met the floor, he was no sooner solidly there than something cold and heavy pressed against his neck. He called himself ten kinds of stupid, teleporting right into a planned ambush, right into the inhibitor collar. Ed scrambled backwards, eyes wide as he recognized the lone figure. Only one man might have been easy enough to fight, powers or no, but this was… not great. He wore a split color helmet, matte black and copper-orange, and held a sword in one hand that shone in the dim emergency lighting. Deathstroke. Slade. Ed wasn’t a member of the team, but he didn’t have his head in the sand, either. “You can’t have them,” he said, anger turning bravery bolder. He wasn’t about to let anyone cage those kids again--cage him again. “I’m not interested in you,” Slade said. “Move.” That made grim sense, because what meta trafficker wants to try figuring out how to hold on to a teleporter? Ed set his stance, gritting his teeth. He couldn’t win a fight like this, not without his powers, but stalling? He could stall, and buy his friends a few minutes to figure it all out. Jaime would be scanning everything, Tye could tear the place apart if he needed to, and Asami… Asami was scary-good at getting wherever it was she needed to be, no matter the obstacles. Slade moved forwards, raising the sword, and was met by a hiss. Shark’s grey mackerel markings had helped her blend in with the weak shadows. All her fur stood out on end, her ears pinned back, and she hissed again. Slade glanced down and sent her flying with a kick. One of the younger metahumans behind him whimpered. Ed’s gaze went harder than granite. “You’re going to regret that,” he said, his voice low. “I am not a man who

regrets my actions. Now move, or I’ll make you.” “You’ll regret that,” Ed repeated. “Why? Because I kicked a kitten?” Slade mocked. “I’m going to gut you and finish what was started with them weeks ago. You think I care about the morality of--oh holy shit, what the fuck--!” Shark had latched on just above his knee, her small teeth puncturing the material of his suit. She vibrated with something half growl, half purr, and all too large for her body. Blood dripped off the ends of her whiskers, and she let go only to bite again. And again. Slade, overcome by pain, bloodloss, and the shock of having suddenly less leg than he was accustomed to, hit the ground. Shark’s eyes glowed in the low light, and with her fluffy tail held high, she beelined for Ed, twining around his ankles and flopping over to request a belly scritch. He complied with shaking fingers.

[gaarasgirlfriend]

Can you do an imagine of Suigetsu and Sasuke liking/competing for the same love interest 🥺🥺 your writings are so good, I can’t wait till more people come across your blog !!

sasuke and suigetsu both liking the same person

thank you so much aww that means so much to me! hope you enjoy, ive never written for suigetsu so i hope this is okay!! also karin and hugo kinda,, don’t exist in this oops

“y/n-chan~ you look awfully nice today! is that a new shirt?” you heard suigetsu say.

you laugh, “no, it’s the same shirt i’ve always had.”

he pouted, “hm, is that so? guess i never paid attention to what you were wearing when all i look at is your cute face~” he said while smiling.

your face flushed as you heard those words, suigetsu never failed to make you blush. and it always brought a smile to his face whenever he saw your cute face blush because of him. he thought you were the cutest thing ever.

a pair of dark eyes watched the scene in front of him, sasuke was not amused at all. he knew that the white-haired boy harbored feelings for you, just as he did. and he had to say, he was jealous at how easy flirting came to suigetsu. sasuke was not a very open nor talkative man. however, he’d be dammed if shark-toothed bastard won you over.

“stop wasting time by flirting with y/n. we’re finally at the inn, rest up for the night so we can leave early in the morning tomorrow.” sasuke said before stepping inside the inn to talk to the lady at the front desk.

suigetsu rolled his eyes, of course sasuke would try to break you guys up, right when suigetsu was making progress with you. the snow-haired boy knew that sasuke also liked you, which only made things harder for him. but luckily, sasuke was a very reserved soul, which gave suigetsu the upper hand when it came to spending more time with you. if he perks of being annoying and loud, he supposed.

when sasuke came out and gave a small nod to the rest of his team members, they all went inside. the inn was surprisingly nice, nothing super special, but at least it was clean, unlike the last place they stayed at.

“y/n, here’s your key for your room.” sasuke handed you the key to your own room.

you smiled at him, “thanks sasuke! does this place have a hot spring by any chance?”

sasuke nodded in response and soon enough you went inside your own room. there was only one thought going through both of the boy’s minds currently: you in the hot springs.

“co-ed.” suigetsu heard sasuke mumble. oh, looks like he forgot to mention that to her.

suigetsu cleared his throat, “we should also check out the hot springs, you know to help us relax and stuff...”

sasuke stiffly nodded, “yeah.”

oh boy it was gonna be a long night.

meanwhile, you were currently shedding all of your ninja attire, only donning the fluffy white towel that was in your room. you were so excited! you haven’t been in a hot springs in months, you were definitely going to take advantage of this place.

you slid the door open as you made your way towards the back of the building. once you saw the big sliding doors, you opened them.

lo and behold, the beautiful steaming hot springs. a smile etched itself onto your face, it was empty as well! looks like everyone else was sleeping. you had the hot spring all to yourself.

you slowly made your way towards the body of water, hand still on towel, just in case. you dipped your feet in to measure the temperature, it was perfect.

your whole body was next in line to take a dip. sitting up, you leaned against the ledge behind you as you sighed in contentment.

‘this is heaven’ you thought. unfortunately, the sound of the sliding doors interrupted you from your peace. you looked up curiously to see suigetsu and sasuke clad in only a towel waist down making their way to you. your face erupted into a furry blush as you made eye contact with them.

they were both ridiculously well built, sasuke being a bit more muscular than suigetsu. you were used to seeing suigetsu shirtless from the many times he decided to turn his lower half into water. but this? seeing him covered with nothing but a towel? this was completely different.

you had always thought they were both very attractive, finding yourself admiring them while you guys traveled. but never have you ever seen them in this context. it was just too intimate!

“y/n-chan! having fun there?” suigetsu said, standing before you with a toothy grin.

“i-uh- is this co-ed?” you asked.

“yep!”

you sighed before leaning against the ledge of the onsen. just your luck. of course while you didn’t mind sharing the onsen with them, you were only wearing a towel! one slip and you would definitely lose your pride.

“don’t act weird, it’s just us~” he said before finally stepping into the water. he immediately became at peace when finally in the water. dipping his head under the water, he emerged back up, with his hair all wet. you watched the droplets of water run down his chest and the way he was brushing the hair out of his eyes. damn.

“oi, this isn’t a pool.” sasuke called out to the white haired boy before finally gettting inside of the onsen himself.

suigetsu rolled his eyes, “you’re putting me inside a body of water and expecting me not to swim? how criminal!” his eyes connected to yours, “isn’t that mean?”

you laughed, “sasuke does have a point.”

sasuke smirked at this.

“doesn’t matter! anyways y/n, you seem to be at peace right now! you sure do love hot springs, huh?” suigetsu said.

you gave a small smile, “yeah, they’re really relaxing.” you leaned back a bit, to stare up at the starry sky.

sasuke and suigetsu stayed quiet as they listened to you ramble on about you used to come to the hot springs with your friends. they didn’t really focus on your words, however. but more on the way your skin was steaming and glistening with droplets of water. they were both sitting across from you, so leaning back gave them a good view of your collarbones and neck.

sasuke’s face flushed as he turned away, mumbling to himself about how clueless and idiotic you were.

suigetsu was in the same boat. he felt this mouth getting dry as he shamelessly looked at you. your skin looked so soft, and the towel didn’t do a very good job at hiding your br-

sasuke cleared his throat which stopped you from talking. you straightened back up and blinked owlishly, “was i rambling? sorry about that!”

suigetsu grinned, “it’s okay! i think it’s cute whenever you’re rambling!”

you blushed as you lowered your face in the water, so only your eyes and nose were visible.

sasuke smiled a bit to himself, ‘cute.’

“stop teasing me suigetsu...” you whined as you got up from the water.

he only chuckled in response, proceeding to swim in the onsen.

“y/n.” you heard sasuke say.

you looked over at him and he continued, “are you still hurt from that enemy shinobi? is your wound doing better?”

you winced before nodding, “yeah, it’s pretty much healed by now. my thigh is still sore though.” you rubbed the spot on your thigh where you we’re stabbed. it really hurt like a bitch.

he nodded, “good.”

you smiled, sasuke did appear closed-off at times but he really did seem to care for you. it made your heart swell.

“also uh, good job with taking down that enemy earlier today. that was impressive.” he said a bit awkwardly, shuffling a bit as the compliment left his lips.

“thanks sasuke.” you said while smiling at him once more.

about half an hour passed as you guys conversed, the conversation filled with suigetsu teasing the two of you and sasuke just rolling his eyes in response. you suddenly remembered that you needed to go to your room and summon your animal. the contract that you had with the animal included you feeding the animal at least once a week. of course, having a gigantic bird was always advantageous so you always made sure to feed it. every wednesday at 9 pm sharp.

“oh shit! i have to go summon akihiro! he’s probably gonna be pissed at me, it’s already 11!” you exclaimed as you hurriedly got out of the onsen, not noticing the way sasuke and suigetsu’s faces erupted into a firey blush as they saw your towel-clad wet body.

when you left there was an awkward silence between the two boys. suigetsu was floating in the water as sasuke was left to his thoughts.

“i’m gonna win her over.” sasuke said quietly, but suigetsu heard.

“in your dreams uchiha boy.” suigetsu laughed as he continued floating.

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

Pyroraptor olympius

By Ripley Cook 

Etymology: Fire Thief

First Described By: Allain & Taquet, 2000

Classification: Dinosauromorpha, Dinosauriformes, Dracohors, Dinosauria, Saurischia, Eusaurischia, Theropoda, Neotheropoda, Averostra, Tetanurae, Orionides, Avetheropoda, Coelurosauria, Tyrannoraptora, Maniraptoromorpha, Maniraptoriformes, Maniraptora, Pennaraptora, Paraves, Eumaniraptora, Dromaeosauridae

Status: Extinct

Time and Place: Around 72 million years ago, in the Campanian of the Late Cretaceous 

Pyroraptor is known from the La Boucharde locality in France, the Vitoria and La Posa Formations in Spain, and potential locations in the UK 

Physical Description: Pyroraptor is a poorly known raptor, based on a few fossil scraps found around the late Cretaceous of Europe. Portions of the foot, arms, and some teeth are known from Pyroraptor, none preserved very well. It had the sickle second toe claw of other raptors, and it seems to have been fairly lightweight and small - probably no longer than 1.4 meters, though that is of course an estimate. Other than that, we know very little about its appearance - we don’t even know if it was a specialized sort of raptor like in the Dromaeosaurine, Microraptorine, or other groups - except for that it would have been very fluffy, with wings on its arms and a tail fan on its tail. 

By Conty, CC BY 3.0 

Diet: As a raptor, it is most likely that Pyroraptor fed upon meat, probably small animals such as lizards, mammals, and turtles.

Behavior: Pyroraptor would have been a very active dinosaur, spending most of its time hopping and stalking around the rivers and beaches in its island environment. Like other raptors, it wouldn’t have been a pursuit predator, but rather an ambush one: it would have waited for prey to appear, and then pounced on it, using rapid flaps of its wings to stay balanced on top of the struggling prey. This technique, called raptor prey restraint, is still seen in living raptors today. Pyroraptor would have also been able to run up vertical surfaces, such as trees and cliffs, using flaps of its wings to gain lyft up the surface. Then, it would have been able to catch food on the run! Other than that, Pyroraptor probably wasn’t very social, based on fossil evidence from other raptors - that being said, it would have taken care of its young, and probably stayed in small family groups during this process. 

By The Unknown Horror From the Ocean Depths, CC BY-SA 4.0 

Ecosystem: Pyroraptor lived in the Late Cretaceous of Western Europe, which was a series of islands sitting in a shallow ocean - sort of like the Bahamas today. These ecosystems were easy to travel between, utilizing rafting and other forms of impromptu sea travel, so the animals on them tended to be similar to each other. Pyroraptor itself lived with many turtles, snakes, sharks, and gars; as well as Eusuchians such as Musturzabalsuchus and Acynodon. There was some sort of large Azhdarchid pterosaur, too - currently called Azhdarcho, though that’s a questionable assignment. As for other dinosaurs, there were Abelisaurids there, Titanosaurs like Lirainosaurus, Nodosaurids like Struthiosaurus, the Ornithopod Rhabdodon, and another raptor called Richardoestesia, and the protobird Gargantuavis! 

By José Carlos Cortés 

Other: Pyroraptor was named as such because it was discovered after the occurence of a forest fire. Since so little is known about this dinosaur, there isn’t much more to be said about its phylogenetics or history of discovery! It is rather famous for having been featured in the 2003 documentary Dinosaur Planet, though given its poorly preserved nature, the wisdom in that choice of star is mildly suspect.

~ By Meig Dickson

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[tommyparkerr]

i don’t care | Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

So this is my first song fic, but ever since I’ve heard it I’ve been wanting to write it! You can thank @laureharrier for inspiring me with her own song fic, which you can find here! We’re posting our fics together, one fluffy (mine) and one angsty (hers), so be sure to check hers out, too!

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, FLUFF

Song: i don’t care (Acoustic version by Ed Sheeran)

-Masterlist-

i  d o n ‘ t  c a r e :

I'm at a party I don't wanna be at

And I don't ever wear a suit and tie

Peter didn’t want to be here. Why he let you and your dad talk you into attending the annual Stark gala was beyond him; everyone who knew him knew he didn’t do parties. It was a moment of weakness—a lapse of judgment. Because he knew you hated parties too, but you were required to make an appearance since you carried the Stark name, so as soon as he looked into your pleading brown eyes that he loved so much, he knew he didn’t stand a chance. 

That was without the personal invitation from Tony himself. 

While you hated parties, Peter found out within the first thirty minutes of being here that you put in a good show. To everyone else in the room, you looked like a social butterfly—a beautiful, gorgeous social butterfly, and if Peter didn’t know how your real laugh sounded or what your real smile looked like, he would’ve been fooled too. He supposed putting on a front in the middle of a crowd was in the Stark genes; Peter never wished he had even just a little bit of the Stark charm more than he did now. 

You’d told him to try to talk to some people too, that there were connections here (specifically from MIT) that he’d want to make, but Peter had yet to find any of them. So far the only people who’d acknowledged him were the paid help walking around with trays of champagne and some fancy platter he had no idea how to pronounce.

Wonderin' if I could sneak out the back

Nobody's even lookin' me in my eyes

He’d been standing alone in the corner of the room for awhile now, sipping on a glass of champagne he’d gotten from a guy who seemed to know what he was going through and gave him a sympathetic smile before walking away like everyone else. He was tempted to leave—to just walk out the door he was eyeing a few feet to the left of him and not look back; his anxiety was spiking to the point where it was getting hard to breathe. The suit he was in was too tight and too stuffy, and he felt bad for thinking it but it was. It was new per insistence of a certain genius billionaire playboy philanthropist, but he wondered if wherever he bought it from would accept returns. 

Probably not. Knowing Tony, it was probably custom made and as expensive as his rent each month (or more), and whoever he got it from would most likely frown at the sweat stains that now adorned the material. 

Then, as if you knew exactly what he was about to do, you swung your head around to search the room until your eyes landed on his. Peter blushed, knowing he’d obviously been caught inching closer to the exit. But you didn’t look mad; quite the contrary, actually. A bright smile—a real smile—lit up your face as you excused yourself from conversation and went up to the DJ currently playing some classical piece Peter couldn’t name. Peter watched with interest, moving a little further forward, as you whispered in the DJ’s ear and he smiled as well, looking both grateful and wary. 

It was only when the classical music stopped that Peter figured out why. 

Then you take my hand

Finish my drink, say, "Shall we dance?" 

The crowd didn’t notice at first, still carrying on with their rich, judgmental, uppity conversations, even as Y/N Stark ran across the room with heels in hand, her white and gold dress flowing behind her, took Peter’s drink out of his hand, chugged the rest, and grabbed his now empty hand with your own. 

“Shall we dance, Mr. Parker?” you giggled, curtsying but not at all formally. 

Peter surprised even himself when he smiled back and said, “Hell, yeah.”

You know I love you, did I ever tell you?

You make it better like that

And with that, his girlfriend yanked him out to the middle of the floor without a care in the world, dropping her heels somewhere along the way. A grin adorned her face and only grew as the crowd began to notice the change in song choice, the missing absence of the only daughter of Tony Stark, and her sudden reappearance dancing with the undesirable who’d been hiding in the back only moments before. Peter couldn’t help but laugh at her sudden one-eighty, the formal, nothing-but-polite social butterfly Y/N being replaced with the real Y/N—the one he fell in love with. 

Don't think I fit in at this party

Everyone's got so much to say

Then the whispers started. The eyes were all on them, interrupting him in the middle of twirling his girlfriend and watching her dress fly out around her, making him wonder how he, Penis Parker, ever managed to get the girl. 

Maybe she felt bad for him. Maybe it was dumb luck. Maybe there was some sick bet she’d made with her friends like on all the rom-coms he’d seen that required her to go out with him. 

He hoped the maybes weren’t true. And if it was dumb luck—and there had to be some involved there—then he hoped it continued to last. For Parker luck, he was surprised; six months was a long time for luck to last with his family curse. 

“Hey, what’s up?” Y/N whispered, her eyes glowing in delight but her expression showing concern. 

The whispers, Peter wanted to say. The judgement. But he knew that wasn’t all of it. So he just went for the truth:

“I always feel like I’m nobody.”

Y/N only grinned, her perfect teeth seeming to gleam in the light. “Who wants to fit in anyway?”

Peter didn’t care about the whispering people anymore, or about the pictures and rumors that would certainly make the front page of the tabloids by the next day, or about Flash’s snooty and stuck up remarks that were bound to follow. He didn’t care. 

He didn’t care. 

'Cause I don't care when I'm with my baby, yeah

All the bad things disappear

And you're making me feel like maybe I am somebody

I can deal with the bad nights

When I'm with my baby, yeah

He cared when he first walked through the doors of the gala, Y/N on his left and Tony and Pepper on his right. Peter was a nobody—a no-name who didn’t deserve to walk into the famous Stark gala with the Starks. So before anyone could notice who’d just appeared (fashionably late, as per usual), he quickly and breathlessly apologized to the family before ducking back through the doors and waiting until the applause had died down and conversation had picked back up before entering. 

Because no one came late to the Stark gala but the Starks themselves, and if anyone saw him make his entrance after the infamous family he’d be dead meat. He was already destined to be fed to the sharks; he just didn’t know it at the time. But now, after it was all said and done with Y/N pressed up against him, her head on his shoulder wearing the biggest smile he’d ever seen her wear, he didn’t care. 

Besides, he could see Tony smiling at them from the crowd without a care about the whispers either, and Peter knew then that he’d take care of them like he always did. 

'Cause I don't care, as long as you just hold me near

You can take me anywhere

And you're making me feel like I'm loved by somebody

I can deal with the bad nights

When I'm with my baby, yeah

When the song ended it was back to slow, boring classical music. But that was okay, because they were already slow dancing anyway and all Peter really cared about was being with his girlfriend. 

We at a party we don't wanna be at

Tryna talk, but we can't hear ourselves

Read your lips, I'd rather kiss 'em right back

The conversation picked back up quickly in the room after that, though heads still turned to check in on their beloved Y/N Stark and occasionally make a few faces at who she was dancing with. Peter even thought he spotted a few men that couldn’t have been younger than thirty look downright livid that some curly-haired twink had stolen their chance at a dance with one of the most wealthy, most famous, most beautiful girls in the world. 

Too bad she was taken. 

It was a minute later that Peter realized Y/N was trying to talk to him. He wondered how he missed that, what with his enhanced hearing and all, but he supposed he had been a bit preoccupied with sending those particular men a dirty look. Most of them backed off at being caught, but there were still a few that gave him smug glances and looked at Y/N in a way that made his blood boil and his chest spike with nerves. 

“What did you say?” Peter asked, quickly turning his attention to her. 

“I said, ‘What are you doing?’” Y/N near yelled, barely audible over the buzz of the crowd. 

Peter winced. “Just...letting some guys know you’re not available.”

Y/N laughed and said something to him that Peter only caught snippets of—“too pretty...not very scary...thank you anyway”—but understood it for the most part. Understood enough, anyway, to roll his eyes while fighting the urge to swoop down and kiss her. Partly to stick it to the guys still watching and hopefully get them to back off once and for all to calm down his anxiety, but mostly because he just really wanted to. 

With all these people all around

I'm crippled with anxiety

But I'm told it's where I'm supposed to be

Y/N put her arms around his neck and pulled him close, moving her lips next to his ear. Her breath sent shivers down his spine that both calmed and ignited him. 

“What are you anxious about now?” Before Peter could open his mouth to argue, she went on to add, “And before you say you’re not, I know you Peter Parker, and I know you well enough to know that the way your eyes are zipping back and forth between me, the room full of people, and the floor means you’re anxious. So, spill it.”

Peter couldn’t help but softly smile at that and closed his eyes, dropping a quick kiss to her temple. “Just...there’s a lot of people here.” A lot of people who want to kill me and claim you as their prize. 

Y/N didn’t seem bothered, pulling away and cupping his cheeks. She waited for him to open his eyes before leaning in close so she was the only thing invading his senses and telling him, “Don’t worry about them, okay?” She smiled, standing on her tiptoes to kiss his nose. “It’s just you and me, Pete. This is where we’re supposed to be, right at this very moment—just you and me. Okay?”

You know what? It's kinda crazy 'cause I really don't mind

And you make it better like that

Peter smiled and brought her back into his embrace, nuzzling his head in her shoulder and forcing himself to block out the rest of the room. “Okay,” he whispered in her ear, feeling pleased when he saw the same layer of goosebumps appear on her skin as well. 

Don't think we fit in at this party

Everyone's got so much to say

When we walked in, I said I'm sorry

But now I think that we should stay

He kissed her, and suddenly the party didn’t seem so bad. 

'Cause I don't care when I'm with my baby, yeah

All the bad things disappear

Yeah, you're making me feel like maybe I am somebody

I can deal with the bad nights when I'm with my baby, yeah

It wasn’t long before he found himself dancing in slow circles with his girlfriend again, and it made him feel guilty that he ever had doubts about her intentions. She’d seen him at his worst, and even though she knew he was Spider-Man she also knew he was probably the biggest nerd in the world (right next to her dad, of course), and if she had had a problem with that then she wouldn’t have had any reason to kiss him that one day out of the blue six months ago. Peter was too awkward and nervous to make the first move, and he was embarrassed to say it happened with Tony in the room (though he’d only grinned at Peter’s red face and said, “It’s about damn time,” before resuming his work), but it did, and there’s absolutely nothing Peter would change about it now. 

No, most couples’ first kisses didn’t happen with the father in the room (no less the girl’s), but it was unconventional and so were they, so it fit. 

'Cause I don't care as long as you just hold me near

You can take me anywhere

And you're making me feel like I'm loved by somebody

I can deal with the bad nights when I'm with my baby, yeah

They left the dance floor after awhile, retreating back to the corner Peter was hiding in earlier so (hopefully) people would take the hint and leave them alone. So far it was working. Somehow he doubted the peace would last much longer, though. 

“How do you do that?” Peter asked, a smile on his lips as he watched Y/N grab crostini—at least, that’s what he thought it was called—off a server’s tray and immediately shove one in her mouth. He could see the proper women looking over in disgust, appalled that a young lady would do such a thing. He wondered if some of the braver ones might even try to bring the ‘issue’ up with Tony, but he knew firsthand it wouldn’t go over well so he hoped none of them were quite bold enough to do that. 

“Do what?” Y/N said in between bites, looking up at him in curiosity. 

“Eat that,” Peter said obviously, gesturing to her overflowing handful of food. 

“Do you not like it?” she asked, confused. “It’s Italian—you know how Dad is with his Italian—but I thought you liked Italian?”

“No, no, I like Italian,” Peter laughed, coming to the conclusion that she apparently did not notice the dozen pairs of eyes looking on in repulsion. “I meant that much. How do you eat that much and not see everyone watching and judging you? How do you do that?” Peter was actually curious about what her answer would be, because most times it was all Peter could do not to notice the judgmental stares and behind-the-back whispers.

I don't like nobody but you

I hate everyone here

I don't like nobody but you

Baby, I don't care

“Oh, you mean them?” Y/N asked, peering over his shoulder and waving at a small group of women currently looking over before shoving a whole crostini in her mouth without chewing. Peter snorted, making a note not to make eye contact with those particular women for the rest of the night. “That’s an easy one, Peter.”

“And yet I’m still waiting for the answer,” he couldn’t help but snark, causing Y/N’s smile to grow a bit larger. 

“I hate them, and quite frankly I don’t care what they think; that goes for everyone else in this room, too. The only person I like here is you, so that makes your opinion the only one that matters—except for when it’s stupid, because sometimes it is and you know it.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “What about your dad?”

“What about him?”

“Don’t you think he’d be a little offended if he heard you telling me I’m the only one you like here?”

She shrugged. “Dad’s ego is too big; he needs some humbling. Besides, he’s so happy you’re my boyfriend that I don’t think he’d care. And before your brain can come up with any wild conspiracy theories,“ she said, giving Peter a look that showed she knew exactly what he was thinking, “I’m really happy you’re my boyfriend, too.”

I don't like nobody but you

I hate everyone here

I don't like nobody but you

Baby, yeah

Peter smiled softly at her, his chest growing warm even as Y/N shoveled in yet another crostini. He didn’t think he’d ever loved Y/N Stark more than he did in that moment, and suddenly the stares didn’t bother him anymore.

He hated everyone here, too. 

“Wanna get out of these stupid clothes and watch Notting Hill in our pajamas with Italian takeout?” Peter asked, knowing immediately he’d said the right thing when Y/N’s eyes lit up. 

“Hell, yeah.”

'Cause I don't care when I'm with my baby, yeah

All the bad things disappear

And you're making me feel like maybe I am somebody

I can deal with the bad nights 

When I'm with my baby, yeah

Sneaking out the back was pretty easy considering you were already right next to the exit door. People would notice you were missing soon enough, but Peter didn’t care. Tony gave an inconspicuous wave with a warning glare that told him not to try anything with his little girl, but Peter didn’t need the warning; while he’d be the first to admit he wasn’t the most self-preserving guy ever, he’d never deliberately do something that shot him straight to death at age sixteen, and trying something with Tony Stark’s daughter was on the top of that list. 

Y/N giggled as they sprinted to the private elevator, her hair falling out slightly as they went. When they got upstairs they each went their separate ways, promising to meet back in the living room in a few minutes. FRIDAY put in an order for Italian that came as they were starting the movie, so they both ate before settling down. 

Peter pulled Y/N into his side, dropping a kiss in her head as she rested it on his shoulder. He silently began to work on letting her hair down, realizing she was probably too tired to take out the seemingly millions of pins and clips. He worked diligently, dropping each pin on the table beside him and gently massaging her head when everything was removed. She let out a content sigh and snuggled further into his side, closing her eyes. Neither of them were watching the movie anymore. 

'Cause I don't care as long as you just hold me near 

You can take me anywhere 

And you're making me feel like I'm loved by somebody 

“You looked beautiful tonight,” Peter murmured, knowing she was almost asleep but not wanting to forget to tell her. 

A small smile made its way on her lips. “You looked pretty handsome, too, Mr. Parker.” There was a moment where the room was filled with only the soft sound of their breathing and Julia Roberts’s voice. Just when Peter decided Y/N had fallen asleep, she gently murmured, “Thank you for the dance.”

Peter laughed quietly to himself, pressing his lips to her forehead. “No,” he whispered. “Thank you.”

I can deal with the bad nights

When I'm with my baby, yeah 

When I’m with my baby, yeah

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Masterlist

Alastair Carstairs:

Alastair ‘tell Cordelia I have a headache’ Carstairs

Kit Herondale:

Kit finds out what makes his powers work

Kit moving in to Castle Carstairs (& meeting Will)

Kit and his powers (ft Jace p.o.v)

Kit feels out of place when the Blackthorns find baby pictures (ft Jace & KitTy scene)

KitTy:

KitTy and Dru play Truth or Dare (ft Ghost Livvy)

KitTy out themselves to their families

KitTy proposal

KitTy first date

KitTy moving in together

Jealous Ty

KitTy fluff 

KitTy reunion (Long fic)

KitTy watch Sherlock together

KitTy faces homophobia

KitTy and kissing against a wall (MA 15+)

KiTy reunion (MA 15+)

KitTy with British slang and unexpected confidence (MA 15+)

The reunion we all deserve

Ty catches Kit singing in their apartment (MA 15+?)

KitTy sparring

KitTy as parents

Kitty and Vine References (2)

Domestic KitTy

KitTy wedding 

KitTy in Lockdown (era of Coronavirus)

KitTy reunion kinda fic, based on @nairafeather​ fanart 

Julian Blackthorn:

Julian and Clary bonding over art

Jemma Blackstairs:

Jemma celebrate Valentine’s Day

Jemma baby (Part 1)

Fluffy Jemma in the morning

Julian (and Baby Haline) go shopping for Emma

Kierarktina:

Cristina’s birthday with her boys!

Kieran wants a baby

Cristina had a bad day

Kierarktina in Lockdown (era of the Coronavirus)

Morgenthorn (Dru x Ash):

Dru and Ash fluff (first kiss)

Jash (Jaime and Ash):

Ash and Jaime getting introduced

Gideon x Sophie:

Terrible cooking is a Lightwood trait

Haline:

Aline and their daughter

Baby Haline likes to run away and spook her moms

Sizzy:

Sizzy goes food shopping

Sizzy just because

Charlotte x Henry:

Charlotte and Henry fluff

Cecily x Gabriel:

Cecily x Gabriel proposal

Carstairs Family:

When Tessa becomes a mother to Kit Herondale (and Kit lets her)

Carstairs family holiday

Baby Carstairs likes Kit’s voice and wants him to sing for the Blackthorns

Baby Carstairs and Ghost Will meet

Tessa teaches Kit how to care for baby Carstairs

Teen Carstairs (Part 1)

Kit’s first birthday with the Carstairs

Jessa are having twins!

Lightwood-Bane Family:

Max and Rafael cute bro scene

Max visits his dad

Will Herondale:

Ghost!Will meets Ghost!Livvy

Featuring Ariana Whitehill:

The one where Kit doesn’t think anything is lovelier than Ty

Ari meets the Blackthorns

Kit is writing a song

AUs:

Julian is getting bullied and the Blackthorns step up

TMI but Stephen and Celine raise Jace

Herongraystairs but Jem is a sugar daddy and Will and Tessa are his sugar babies

KitTy Youtuber AU

TMI but Alec and Clary were raised as siblings

Chaptered Fics:

Ty needs Magnus’s help (masterlist)

The Heart of New York (masterlist)

Kit and Ty teaching at the Shadowhunter Academy (part 1)

Kit and Ty teaching at the Shadowhunter Academy (part 2)

Song Based Fics:

KitTy based on the song ‘Mercy’ by Shawn Mendes 

KitTy based on the song ‘End of May’ by Michael Buble

KitTy based on the song ‘Do Me Like a Caveman’ by Edguy (16/17+) 

KitTy based on the song ‘City Holds My Heart’ by Ghostly Kisses

KitTy based on the song ‘The Night We Met’ by Lord Huron

KitTY based on the song ‘Us’ by James Bay

Wessa based on the song ‘From Dusk til Dawn’ by Zayn ft Sia

Jessa/Herongraystairs (?) based on the song ‘Movement’ by Hozier

Jessa based on the song ‘Come Back... Be Here’ by Taylor Swift

Morgenthorn based on the song ‘Phoenix’ by Olivia Holt

Morgenthorn based on the song ‘You’re Beautiful’ by James Blunt

Jemma based on the song ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran

Jemma based on the song ‘11 Minutes’ by Yungblood ft Halsey

Malec based on the song ‘My Immortal’ by Evanescence 

Drabbles Based on Follower Prompts:

Morgenthorn/Aunt!Clary drabble

“...Kit Herondale, you’re a catastrophe....”

“Do it for the vine...” KitTy drabble

Headcanons:

KitTy x kisses

KiTy x beach days

Ash Morgenstern

Julian and dealing with his sisters’ shark week

KitTy wedding

Mark and Helen with baby!Julian

Blackthorns (ft Emma, Cristina & Kit) go to an amusement park ‘Fright Night.’

Will and Tessa die

Mark and Emma as best friends

James and Lucie with Uncle Jem

KitTy sparring

General Winter

Dru and Jaime 

Sugar daddy! Jem

Dru Headcanons (bc I love her)

What Kit does for Ty

What Julian does for Emma

Thomstairs

Fake texts:

Kit x Ty- Do bats have wings?

Julian x Emma- Can I use your toothbrush?

Kit x Ty- Are you allowed over?

Follower Insert Fics:

Request #1- Ty has a crush 

Request #2- Ty is spooked by a fish and his boyfriend and best friend think it’s hilarious

Request #4- Blackthorn AU

Request #5- King Kieran and the Pool of Love

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OOOO can we see the list of reqss 👀🤭

Ok A y

1. Anon: Hey I really really love your writing☺️☺️ Since you want a suga request so could you please write a fluffy suga scenario (no angst please😭😭😭😭) where he sees other members with their respective gf being cuddly and intimate and doing PDA and that gets him thinking that since he is not a great of skinship or PDA he is denying his own gf of that joy(though his gf has no problem). So after that he tries to change himself and starts being more intimate. I would like if you end in your way😁😁💜

2. Anon: For the clingy onee could you please write it for jimin too like maybe hes angry or smthn cuz apparently hes scary when hes angryy also im different anonnn ♥️♥️

3. Anon: Hey love! Could you do a (angst/fluff) frat boy yoongi scenario? You can make it whatever you want, i’ve just been on a frat boy bts craze lately. Thank you!!

4. Anon: Could you pretty please do a Y/N and JK where he meets a foreign noona? Idk how this jungkook with long hair that has been dropping panties left and right will act if he meet her like tomorrow. lol thank you!

5. Anon: Since the boys are on vacay rn, could you do little request were joonie takes you on a couples trip to Greece with rapmonie??

6. Anon: (tis for he giggles but i do love lil meow meow 🐱 and since you pleaded!!) could i have a scenario of yoongi falling asleep on his crush/s.o’s chest and the other members teasing him for it? 👀 😂 thank you 💕

7. Anon: could i ask for a scenario/reaction where the s.o requests that they spend the day in watching old cartoons (and maybe building a pillow fort while at it?)? I’ve just been reminiscing about the oldies lately (like ‘ the powerpuff girls’, ‘ ed, edd’n’ eddy’, ‘ codename: kids next door’, ‘ dexter’s laboratory’, etc...) - for yoongi, jungkook and whoever else you think would be cool to put in this ask! thank you!

8. Anon: Yoongi calling you clingy, please? I'd be very happy if you wrote it

9. Anon: hey bro i actually love ur belle oc so much tho!!! surprised people were more on the y/b side but anyway!! a jk fluff where y/n is at some event/party/idk some place loud and she’s has a panic attack due to the loud noise maybe there’s a fight idk and jk comforts her? it’s a bit btec and basic so do it if u want 🥺🥺 ur cool ily have fun dude

10. Anon: heyyy, this is a bit sad but could i have a request for the boys having a s.o who cannot express their feelings easily because they were always oppressed by abusive relatives and peers so they cannot trust people easily, rather preferring to keep everything in so others won’t take advantage of them or think the s.o is a burden? (i cut ties with mine and am slowly recovering but it’s though at times to express myself due to it) i understand if you don’t want to do this, so thank you anyways  also, I forgot to add: I’d like Yoongi, Namjoon and Hobi for this request. Thank you.

11. Anon: hello my love. I see that you’re taking requests for lil meow meow. Could I mayhaps get a fluffy yoongi realizing how much he loves his gf and writing some soft music for her pls? ily and stay hydrated 💖

12. @xmagicxshopx: Hello there, dear. I was wondering if I could request where Jungkook is a CEO and you are his secretary but he notices you're pushing yourself too hard and he winds up finding you fainted at your desk and it gets fluffy with love confessions afterwards.

13. Anon: omg a smut filled (some fluff too bc ugh feels) fuckboy yoongi story is what i need in my life rn 😭😭

14. Anon i have an idea for a taehyung scenario!! could it be where reader (s.o) and him go on a vacation to a place where it has endless green fields amongst the mountains, horse riding and maybe running barefoot amongst the flora (picture ireland maybe?? or scotland) because the s.o has always wanted to enact a princess like scenario where they could do that, maybe tae buys the tickets as a surprise & yeah let’s say it’s all fluffy and cheesy 🧀 💕 thanks!!

15. @notyourangelanymore: this is something platonic but sometimes i wonder how it would unfold if it were to happen irl, so... could i have a reaction of seokjin at a fansign and having a fan coming in & throwing puns at him in the ultimate pun battle of the century? 😂 (not that i got any JAMS but y’know... a person can dream 💫)

16. @yourteenagememory: hi there, Lovely ! Could i please get a Yoongi imagine in which the two of you are on some kind of family event with your or his relatives and he’s all lovey dovey and you get asked about marriage and stuff 😖 I’m so precise but idk that’s been stuck In my head for years and I’ve never gotten a good imagine out of it ❤️😂 thank you very much ❤️

17. Anon: i know this might sound weird but I really love the ocean 🌊 and the animals within it, and ever since watching videos of people swimming with them I’ve been wanting to do it too! could we have hobi and joon reactions to doing this with their s.o (and the s.o doesn’t want to end it when they have to go back to the hotel/home or smth? like ‘ i’ve become one with the fish 🐠! ‘) could also include stingrays, reef tip sharks (like the ones in the bahamas) or turtles to be more varied idk. thanks 🐳

18. Anon: this is for the giggles as tol anon inspired me!! (also a fanfic on wattpad drove me to it) but could we have a scenario where the bts members are supposed to meet yoongi’s s.o for the first time and at first the members don’t have like extremely high expectations, but then when said s.o appears they’re floored because his s.o is like tier level of beauty or smth of the sort (for extra comedy maybe they could even be some sort of model (swimwear or lingerie even if ya want bcs #fun) 🤷🏻‍♀️ ty

19. Anon: hey love!!! could i request a jimin sugar daddy au where oc is having a rough time (maybe with school or family issues??) and tries to hide it when she’s with jimin but she finally opens up and jimin shows her that she does care. totally fine if requests are full now!! you’ve done amazing so far with them thank you! 💗

20. Anon: Umm would you be okay with writing little!oc being upset and stressed so they have a breakdown and Jin kinda just hugs them and makes them feel better about it. Its a weird one ofc u dont have to ♥️

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