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*releases pack of dads into home depot* go……be free
a vampire and a werewolf have a baby
Stardust
(angsty thorbruce fic trade with @lokilovemail !! im sorry it took so long! tw for panic attacks)
Stars had always been a comfort for Thor.
They dotted out so far, symbols of time and space moving on eternally, leaving things behind but never forgetting. They sparkled brilliantly, such small specks of light somehow illuminating a never ending void of darkness, all with the help of different moons and planets. Thor liked to think of himself as a moon; he used to think of Asgard as the sun. Now he felt like nothing more than lost stardust, scattered in the endless darkness of space.
The stress of being a king was weighing down on him, day after day, and sleepless night after night. Of course, it was hard to tell the difference now that there wasn’t a sun to greet and a moon to speak soft farewells to. Their ship seemed to be on it’s own schedule now; Thor did his governing when everyone else was awake, but once they slept, Thor stayed up.
He supposed that’s what it was like to be stardust; moons got breaks, they could rest with the warmth of the sun tucking them in and the stars wishing them goodnight. But being stardust was like being a path to nothing, a path that seems like a solace but only leads to loss and nullity. He saw the stardust on his cheeks through his reflection in the window, milkyway teardrops sparkling as they fell.
He shut his eyes tight, feeling the tears burn under his eyelids as his throat seemed to scrape around the lump that formed inside of it. He never broke down like this; he was a king, people would gladly kill to be in his position, but Thor had never felt more trapped in all of his 1500 years. A gasp choked out from his throat, and his stomach pained him forward, hunching over the window as tears dripped down on it.
He opened his eyes, a quiet gasp escaping him when he saw someone behind him.
Banner looked brilliant in this lighting; his milky skin enveloped in a blue glow, the darks of his hair seeming a bit purple as it danced with the silvery gray growing in it. His eyes were magnified under thick glasses, as if trying to display the hurt and worry in them when he saw Thor.
He didn’t know what to say; his shoulders fell as he covered his eyes, sniffling into his hand as he rested his elbow on his knee. He was shivering so hard he’d occasionally slip, and there was a feeling in his stomach he’d never experienced before. It felt like he couldn’t get enough air, that each desperate gasp for breath had just decreased the amount of oxygen that was left for him. He didn’t know this feeling, this cold, crawly feeling that he couldn’t shake off.
He felt the warmth of Banner sliding down next to him, clenching his teeth as he tried to keep himself still. He didn’t know what this was, he didn’t have any idea what was happening to him, he just wished Banner wasn’t seeing him like this. He wished Banner had just stayed in his room, he wished he’d just let him be.
Then he felt Bruce lay a hand on his back, rubbing it in circles, and he couldn’t help but turn to him and sink into his arms. He rested his forehead against Banner’s chest, feeling him jump a little in surprise as he returned the embrace. His arms were holding onto Banner’s sides, as if he were disappearing, as if the only thing grounding him was having Bruce so close.
“B-Banner, I-I don’t know-” his voice was cracking so much that when he took in a breath it felt sharp and painful. He coughed it out, gripping onto Bruce’s shirt harder. The material was soft in his trembling hands, and he couldn’t help but let out a sigh when he felt the other man’s arms strengthen around him. “I-I don’t know what’s happening- a-am I-”
“You’re okay,” Bruce was speaking in a whisper. Shivers crawled up the god’s spine when he felt Banner’s hand, gentle and steady, brush through the back of Thor’s closely-cropped hair. “Shhh. You’re okay, Thor, you’re going to be just fine. You’re going to be just fine.” He repeated himself, Thor starting to steady in Banner’s embrace.
He felt the material of Bruce’s shirt dampen with his tears. Banner instructed him to take deep breaths, and despite how odd it felt in his chest, he tried. He tried and tried until it became easier and until the air felt familiar again. He kept breathing, feeling his chest warm as he became more aware of the light brushing of Bruce’s hand in his hair, of the warmth of the smaller man’s body huddled so closely to his own.
Soon, Thor had melted. His cheek was laying against Bruce’s chest, letting his head rise and fall along with the scientist’s steady breathes. His arms were tiredly snaked around Bruce’s sides, and he sniffled in air as Bruce combed gently through his hair. “Banner,” he whispered, when everything felt much easier. “What happened to me?”
“I think you panicked,” Bruce explained, his voice low and soft, his fingers not faltering the patterns they were making in his hair. “But it’s ok. Happens to me a lot. You’ll be fine.” Banner said this matter-of-factly, but Thor couldn’t help but trace the worry that was still in his voice.
“I feel so lost,” The words were spilling out of Thor faster than he could catch them, and he felt himself clutching onto Bruce again. “I feel so small. Everything else is so…It’s so big, Banner. It’s too much.”
“I know, I know,” Bruce whispered, rubbing circles in Thor’s back while pulling the blinds that had come with the ship over the window in front of them. “Just don’t look. Sometimes you gotta make everything else seem smaller.”
Thor nodded at this, closing his eyes and leaning into his friend. “Thank you, Banner.”
“Of course.”
They stayed like that for so long that Thor felt himself start to doze off. His eyelids were so heavy that he had to look through the remaining teardrops at Bruce as he started to lower Thor back into his bed. He was so sleepy that at first he didn’t even realize this, but when he felt the warmth of Bruce’s hand start to slide off his arm, he clutched at his wrist.
Bruce looked down at him, eyes wide and milky skin tinted with pink. Thor’s chest warmed at the sight. “Stay. With me,” Thor whispered, his eyes falling closed as he ran his thumb up and down Bruce’s wrist. “You make everything seem smaller, Banner.”
Bruce reluctantly obliged, slowly lowering himself next to Thor, who desperately pulled him as close as he’d go. It was a slow feat, as Thor didn’t want to frighten him, but he was happy when he felt Bruce’s arms around Thor just as tight, his head lying so close that Thor felt his curls tickle his chin.
For the first time since Asgard, he slept soundly. For the first time since Asgard, he felt like a moon; he felt like Bruce was teaching him how to be a sun. He forced his eyes open one more time, seeing Bruce lay peacefully next to him, eyes closed and breath balanced and steady.
Yeah- he felt like a sun, he concluded.
Hc Branch is premium cuddle real estate.
the sequels are only real so Luke can adopt Rey and thats it
(ko-fi requests are open!)
i think hybe editors were onto something:
OHMYHOLLYSTARS
This is??? So cute???!!
me, shaking: oh my god //
Strawberry possum. Ive never drawn an animal concept so fast in my life.
Imagine: Falling Asleep During Game Night with the Inner Circle
The House of Wind was filled with laughter, the kind that echoed off the walls and warmed every corner of the grand dining room. It was game night with the Inner Circle, and everyone was gathered around the long table, plates pushed aside to make room for cards, dice, and various betting tokens. Rhysand and Cassian were loudly debating the rules of some card game Feyre had just learned, while Mor was dramatically telling Amren how she was, once again, going to win it all.
You sat beside Azriel, leaning against his broad shoulder as you watched the chaos unfold. His hand rested protectively on your knee, a gentle reminder of his presence amidst the boisterous crowd. Every so often, his thumb would brush over your skin, sending little sparks of warmth through you—a silent conversation only the two of you shared.
Tonight had been long, filled with laughter and the gentle teasing that came with friends who were more like family. The warmth of the room, the comfort of Azriel’s presence, and the steady hum of chatter began to lull you into a soft haze of drowsiness. You blinked, trying to keep up with the game and the playful banter, but the edges of your vision grew fuzzy.
“Alright, next round—Y/N, you in?” Cassian’s booming voice cut through your thoughts, and you jolted slightly, blinking up at him. You caught a smirk playing at the corners of Azriel’s lips as he watched you try to focus.
You nodded, fighting off the sleep tugging at your eyelids. “I’m... I’m in.”
Azriel leaned down, his voice a soft whisper meant only for you. “You don’t have to stay awake, you know. No one will mind.”
You shook your head, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips. “I’m fine, I want to—” but your words trailed off, and you let out a soft yawn, snuggling closer to his warmth.
Rhysand, watching from across the table, exchanged a knowing look with Feyre. “I think someone’s had enough for the night,” he teased gently, his voice full of amusement.
You rolled your eyes playfully, though you could barely keep them open. “I’m still awake,” you mumbled, but even as you said it, your head lolled onto Azriel’s shoulder.
Azriel chuckled softly, a sound so rare and reserved that it made your heart flutter even in your sleepy state. He shifted slightly, wrapping an arm around you and adjusting so you could rest more comfortably against him. His shadows swirled gently around your form, like a protective blanket, shielding you from the noise and commotion.
“Go to sleep,” Azriel murmured, his lips brushing your temple. “I’ll be here.”
You managed a small nod, your eyes finally closing as you let the comfort of his presence envelop you. You could faintly hear Cassian’s mock protests, something about you being too adorable and stealing all of Azriel’s attention, but it was all a distant hum now.
Azriel’s arm tightened around you slightly, his other hand resting on the table as he continued to play with the others, only now with a slight shift—every move, every decision made with one arm still holding you close. He didn’t miss a beat, keeping his cool demeanor even as his thumb absentmindedly stroked your arm.
“She’s out,” Mor whispered with a fond smile, glancing over at you, your breathing even and peaceful against Azriel’s side.
Azriel simply nodded, a soft, rare smile gracing his lips as he gazed down at you. “She’s had a long day,” he said quietly, his voice filled with a gentle affection that made everyone else around the table exchange knowing glances.
They continued the game, softer now, as if instinctively not wanting to disturb you. Azriel never moved, never faltered, keeping you cradled against him as you slept, a silent sentinel in the midst of the cheerful gathering.
To anyone else, it might have seemed insignificant, but for Azriel, this was everything—having you close, safe, and resting in the warmth of the bond you shared. As the night wore on, Azriel stayed right where he was, his heart content and his gaze occasionally drifting from the game to the peaceful rise and fall of your breaths. He could feel the bond thrumming softly between you, a steady, soothing reminder that you were his, and he was yours.
And in that quiet moment, as the laughter continued around the table and the stars shone brightly outside, Azriel knew there was nowhere else he’d rather be.
You Must Always Hold My Hand // Carter Hart
A/N: this was originally posted as a three part series, but in effort to clear my blog a little bit i’ve decided to post it as one fic. Word Count: 1,920
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kiss and tell - lee jeno (m)
member(s): jeno
inspired by the movie ‘the kissing booth’
genre: angst, smut, fluff?
warnings: smut (unprotected sex – be safe everyone! , oral [fem receiving], fingering, praising kink, corruption kink)
word count: 22k
summary: rule number nine; relatives of your best friend are totally off-limits. it was a bit saddening because you had the biggest crush on your best friend’s brother for the longest time. lee jeno wasn’t the type to go for serious relationships. in addition to being the ace of the football team, he was handsome and charming, any girl would be lucky to catch his eyes even if it were for a few seconds. he would never look at you though, to him you were nothing but donghyuck’s plus one. little did you know, a night at the carnival would change everything after you got assigned to work at the infamous kissing booth.
a/n: helloooo, this is junguws aka dee aka leesmrk, i’m sorry for the delays but it’s finally here!! i haven’t edited/proofread it yet so there might be a few mistakes here and there. a big shoutout to @hyuckles-chuckles for helping me with this one, ilysm <3 tbh i dont know what to feel about this fic but i hope you guys like it! please let me know what you think of it after reading! enjoy :D
tag list: @peachjaem00 @dreamy-dreamies @jimjamjaemin @noonapabo127 @jjhmk @softforqiankun @clouderys @fshc @jenotation @lizlovesjackson
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As always:
Willow flirting, but like, nonstop, Hubter it's about to explode
”Hunter!”
“Ah!” The blonde nearly jumped out of his clothes at the sudden intruder. He thought he had been alone. That everyone was out with Camila.
He turned around from his place on the couch and looked at the very pretty, confused Willow Park.
“Are you the only one here? I looked around the house but couldn’t find anyone? Did they go somewhere?” She asked, voice laced with concern and something else he couldn’t put a finger on.
“Yeah. But I thought you were with them. They went to the store.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
The two stared awkwardly at eachother for a few long seconds. Hunter felt his face heat up as the plant witch slowly started smirking. He gulped.
Willow moved one hand down the beam she had been leaning on and tapped the wood. “That couch looks kind of lonely. Care if I join?”
“Uh- yeah! Of course! Why- it’s a couch. It looks… lonely.” He tried.
She smiled and skipped down the stairs before plopping right next to him.
“Whatcha doing?”
“Oh I was reading. Nothing special. Just a book called Grim. Well it’s actually pretty interesting. It’s human fiction but like it’s about this girl who’s cursed and has to collect witches and fairies in this book to create fairytales to end it. I don’t know. But there is a really cool guy in it. I think hes actually a prince but I’m not sure yet.”
“Interesting. I’ll have to borrow that once you’re done with it.” She prompted as she leaned in a little. Bumping his arm with hers playfully.
“Heh. Yeah! Im almost-st done.” He stuttered. She scooted closer. Titan he thought he was gonna burn up. Her thigh was against his now. She was touching him. They were touching. Oh titan.
“You’re really cute when you’re bashful, you know that?”
“Cute?!”
“Oh yeah.” She smirked. She tilted her head as of to get a better look and placed a hand on his arm.
“Well.. I think you’re pretty cute too. But you’re not bashful as me of course!” He squeaked.
“Oh you do?” She asked not so innocently. Eyes widening and lips pouty.
“Well yeah. That’s a dumb question- no offense. Have you looked in a mirror? Your gorgeous.”
She gasped a little and then the smirk took its place again. Eyes softened a little though.
“So. What we’re you doing? How come you didn’t go with the others?”
“oh would you have rather me go?”
“What! No! I was- just wondering! Of course I like you with me!” He yelled defensively and she started giggling.
“I’m just kidding. I was sleeping. I like to be with you too.” She prompted.
“Oh… that’s cool.”
“Yes it is. It’s cool we feel the same way.” She prompted farther.
He looked at her confused. “What- wait. Sort of? I don’t think so though. I like you with me a lot more than just that.”
“what do you mean?” She asked with a teasing smile.
Hunter finally realized what he had said he looked away. “N-nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“Hehe. Uhm. Is the chicken ready?”
“The what?” She asked, a hand covered her mouth to keep her laughter at bay.
“I- I don’t know. Do you wanna watch a movie?”
“I wanna know what you mean, Hunter.”
“I said nothing! I mean I didn’t but you- you wouldn’t understand. I don’t even understand it. It’s complicated.” He felt like his face was on fire. How could he have let this slip. How??? And why was she getting closer??? He could barely breath now. Too close.
“Oh is it? Maybe I’ll just have to tickle it out of you!” Then the witch jumped the blonde, nocking him down on the couch and her fingers attacked his sides.
Hunter thought he couldn’t breath before. Now he thought he was gonna die! “HAHAHAHA! STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?? Haha!” He had never felt so… wired before. But he couldn’t stop laughing. He tried fighting her but he couldn’t help it. It just brought her that much closer to him.
She had joined in the laughing. Bursting out into laughter when the ex guard let out a snort. Tears running down his face as he announced, “Stop! I think I’m gonna pee on myself!”
She finally stopped and smiled down at him. His high laughter coming down to shorter quieter giggles as he smiled back at her. “What were you doing to me?” He laughed.
“The oldest note in the book. Tickling.” She answered proudly. Somehow there faces were merely inches away now. Her eyes looking at his lips now.
He gasped. Not just at how close their faces were. But she was laying on top of him right now. How in titans name did they get here. He kicked her several times at least! She didn’t feel heavy at all. Just warm and cozy. But titan he had never been this close to anyone before. He felt like he could’ve stopped working- nope too late. Already did. All thoughts on her now.
“What did you mean, Hunter?” She asked softly. Voice low, sounding so soothing and compelling. Perfect just like she was. He loved hearing her say that name. HIS name.
Titan this girl would be the death of him.
“I… I really feel strongly about you. Romantically.” He said honestly. He didn’t know how but the words came out his mouth. Something lifted off his chest. Something freeing.
She smiled softly. “I know. I just wanted to hear you say it. I like you too.”
She then leaned down and closed the gap between their lips. It felt electric. Perfect. Amazing. Sweet. He didn’t know how to describe it with one word. He felt himself lean up into the kiss. Wrapping his arms around her subconsciously, whining as she pulled her lips away from his. She smiled and kissed his nose.
“I liked that.” He stated.
She giggled. “Oh really?”
He nodded. “Can we… do that again?”
sukuna is not above threatening a cat
SWEET CHERRY TO THE STARS ✨ I am DECEASED >\\\\< !!!!
Guess who’s rewatching transformers with her parents?! I love bumblebee and sm I need to draw him more often. This is my simplified design I made for him because I suck at drawing mecha/robot stuff.
optimus with ticklish little finials grghrhghrhhghhhr.....
AAAAA YESYESYES!!
CANON and you can’t convince me otherwise (*^^*)
NOT A DRILL. CUUUUTE ASS TICKLE ART FROM TWITTER