#//keeping it short and sweet!

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

won't you spare me another year ?

synopsis : you want to be the first person to wish your katsuki a happy birthday every year <3

an. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BOYFRIEND!!

cw. nothing, pure fluff!!! also fem reader!

"5..4...3...2...1...aaaand—happy birthday, katsuki !!"

katsuki groans sleepily as your arms tighten around him. "you're fucking insane. it's midnight."

"it's your birthday !" you defend quietly, pouting up at him. he looks down at you and chuckles.

"ya could've just let me sleep and told me that shit in the morning, would've still been m'birthday." he yawns, wiping his eyes. you shoot up to press a kiss to his cheek, leaning into his space more to kiss him all over while he pretends to try and push you off when you roll on top of him. you both ignore how he immediately goes to squeezing your hips when you settle on top.

"i could've, but then there would've been a chance i slept in too long and then i wouldn't have been the first one to wish you happy birthday."

"so my birthday's a competition now ?"

"yup. and i plan to be first every year." you giggle, he rolls his eyes but can't hide the smile growing on his face.

"clingy brat.." he mumbles, he kisses you back anyways when your lips reach his.

"you love me." you counter.

"mm, whatever." he waves off, grabbing the back of your head to bring your lips back to his. you squeal as he tries to deepen the kiss. "you're being greedy." you warn, lips smushed against his.

"s'my birthday, means i get what i wan’, right ? and since you're gonna keep me awake, could at the very least gimme a proper damn kiss." he says between kisses, it makes you laugh against his mouth and he smiles. when you pull away, you lean in to press a long, lasting kiss on the scar right below his eye. you can feel the way the muscles in his face drop and his arms tighten around you in surprise.

"happy birthday, katsuki. i'm glad i can spend another year with you." you whisper earnestly, looking down at him like he'd hung up the moon and the stars for you. unfortunately, it seems that was too much sincerity for your poor boyfriend. he squints, his massive palms enveloping your face to squeeze your cheeks.

"y-yeah, yeah. quit bein' sappy..." he huffs. you feel his thumb run against your bottom lip when he glances up at you, ears tinted pink as he quietly whispers out a "thanks...".

you don't need to say anymore, smiling as you lay on his chest. you hum "what do you wanna do for your birthday ?"

"stay in and fuckin' sleep." is his simple response, you can't help but snort.

"and nothing else ?" you look up at him.

he looks down at you "sounds like you got something you're hiding from me." he asks, suspiciously raising a brow.

you scoff, looking away "pffff, me ? no way..."you lie, your voice going airy.

you’re being grabbed by your cheeks in an instant and katsuki’s not deterred by your whining "you're a shit liar."

"i plead the fifth."

"plead my ass." katsuki scoffs, squishing your cheeks in his palm. "i hate being out of the loop on shit, you know that."

"would it kill you to not be a killjoy ? where's your whimsy ? your child's soul ?" you whine.

"whatever the fuck that means." katsuki snarks. you laugh again, and he rolls his eyes. "as long as whatever you got planned doesn't take up my whole damn day, then do what you want."

now it's your turn to roll your eyes "no need to worry, i won't be interfering with your plans to sleep in."

"our plans. you're not going anywhere." your boyfriend corrects.

"i have no say in it, do i ?" you tease.

he pokes your cheek. "nope. s'my birthday." he responds simply.

you laugh "you're using that as some sort of cheat code now ?"

when your laughter dies down he's still looking down at you. eyes, droopy with sleep sure, but with something soft inside of them. they glow illuminated by the light of the moon outside.

"what ?"

"nuffin." he sighs, still just looking down at you. his fingers run across your face, your cheeks and eyebrows and nose so softly, so unlike him (he of course has to take the opportunity to squeeze your nose, but you decide not to ruin the moment).

"yeah, right. c'mon what is it?" you urge. katsuki scoffs "so damn persistent." he reprimands. he shushes you when you remind him that "that's why you like me so much!"

"m'just..thinkin'."

"about..?" you wiggle higher up until you can kiss his chin. he sighs again , smiling to himself.

"about...this really annoying girl."

you glare up at him, he smirks. "oh yeah ?" you deadpan.

"oh, yeah. a real pain in the ass. always talkin' back to me and bothering me. planning surprises and other stupid things for my birthday every year. " he taunts.

you roll your eyes again "she sounds like a fun time. sounds to me like you just don't know how to have any fun." you grouch. katsuki laughs, of course he does, dickhead.

"yeah, well. as annoying as she is...she is a pretty damn fun time." he admits softly "real damn sweet too...probably too sweet for me.."

you look up at him in surprise. he squeezes your nose to avoid you and you swipe at his hand. he continues talking while you're distracted. "but i'm glad she chose to be with an asshole like me, and..." he leans down to press a peck between your brows.

"..and there's nothing else i'd like more for my birthday then to spend it with her again next year. even if we do lame, boring shit like staying in or doing whatever."

you feel your heart squeeze almost painfully tight. your cheeks pull up so hard you feel your jaw hurt, but you're so unbearably happy.

so unbearably happy you get to spend another year of his life with him.

you lean in to kiss him. "well, i don't know about her surprises, but mine's gonna blow your socks off. s'gonna make you cry like you did last year."

he scoffs, planting another kiss to your lips. "i didn't cry, dickwad. that's your mind making shit up." he denies.

"yeah, okay" you laugh, and with one final kiss you pull back to look at your love, with all the love you had for him. "happy birthday, katsuki."

and he smiles back, softly, and only reserved for moments like this with you.

yeah, it sure was. happy fuckin' birthday to him.

[serennes-art]

happy 20th path of radiance!

[humming-fly]

Team Dark Day 3 - wandering around in the woods before the sun rises is always oddly tranquil (even more so if you aren't worried about getting jumped by a mountain lion)

-and for those wondering what Shadow's wearing there:

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[anxious-chaos-art]

In honor of ep 4 dropping today here’s my page of kips!

[dreamyblanket]

Sorry guys, wafer on the brain, it's terminal u.u

Anyway, I'll elaborate on this in the tags bc omg I'm going to yap your metaphorical ear off.

[luminique]

lighter loves getting massages from you. they’re not top quality like those massage parlors but they’re comforting, not as painful too. the simple shoulder massage that has him closing his eyes, feeling your touch on his skin. soft grunts and groans leave his body as his aching muscles also lose their tension from before.

he especially likes it when your hands slowly go up his neck and to his scalp. his brain shuts off as your fingers tangle through his dark teal locks and focus on giving him scalp massages. even after you’re done, he’s just stuck there for a moment. his body relishing in all of the pressure that had been released from his body, all because of your hands. maybe next time you should consider washing his hair while giving him a scalp massage….

[strawberrydolly333]

POV: rafe meets your sonny angels

rafe cameron walked into your room only to be met with an army of sonny angels, smiling at him. “shit kid, why the hell do you have these creepy dolls?”

“they’re not dolls rafey, they’re sonny angels!” you said, shoving a starfish one up his face with you smiling at him like the toy itself.

he grabbed it, inspecting the toy. it had wings on its back, buttcheeks completely bare, and its peepee sticking out. “jesus is this what you buy with my card?”

[papaziggy-devblog]

So this should go without saying but I guess I have to say it anyway

I do NOT condone any of the actual behaviors seen in mine or any other yan-based media RL... this includes gaslighted, emotional manipulation, coercion, baby trapping, or ANYTHING like that

And I FULLY believe if these are things that you desire RL either in giving or receiving ends then you need to seek some sort of mental help immediately

[walkingstackofbooks]

It's late season 6, and Keiko's getting worried about how little sleep Miles and Nerys seem to be getting at the moment. They brush her off, each separately making the case of, "It's not that bad, I'm definitely getting more hours than Julian!"

(... This was going to end with "Cue Keiko dragging all three of them to bed each night and making them get a proper rest", but actually I don't want to put that on her...)

So, cue Keiko going to Sisko to ask him to sort it out and make sure his senior staff are looked after properly. He's kind of aware of it - it's not like he doesn't put in more hours than is reasonable, especially now Jake's moved out - but over the next few days he starts to get into the routine of hunting down the three of them to send to their quarters, and then going back to his own for the night. It's better for all of them.

Or at least, it seems to be, for a few days - maybe even just over a week - before they discover Julian's been sneaking back to his office to put in a few more hours of research and is getting just as little sleep as before.

And now Miles has had a week of proper sleep and remembered how good it actually feels to be well-rested, he and Keiko put in a team effort to start taking Julian back to theirs each night and making him sleep. (Since Kira's been with Odo, she only stays with them when Odo's regenerative cycle has got out-of-sync.)

It's... better for Julian. His nightmares are even more regular than Keiko and Miles', which is bad news for their newly-improved sleeping schedule... She mentions it to Nerys, who suggests Odo could put a tracker on him so he could go back to his own quarters. Keiko's not too sure about that one, but they were going to ask him to spend a few nights next week in his quarters anyway while Nerys came to stay, and when she tells Miles he laughs and thinks it's a great idea. So, they try it the following week, all fond banter and "wouldn't want you to ruin your progress the next few nights!" as Julian lets himself be fitted with the tracker.

Of course, once they're gone and he's suppposed to be sleeping, he removes it. And would have fooled them, too, if he hadn't been so euphoric about figuring out a seamless way to get around the tracker that he totally forgot about the people on the night shift who might physically see him and report him.

Odo drags him back to bed. It's not his proudest moment.

When Ben's told, he resigns himself to this being his problem again. After talking to Kasidy, he goes back to Julian and presents him with the option - no, the order, really - that if he's not going to sleep in his own quarters, he can go back with Sisko and stay in Jake's old room. Julian agrees a little too readily.

(He's not really got a handle on how he's feeling about all this. Embarassed that everyone's making such a fuss of it, warmed by all the attention, in some ways more relaxed since he's been sleeping with the O'Briens, but also more tense at the idea of being a burden on them, and not being 100% clear on what they are now? And still completely unable to unwind at the end of the day when he's on his own and desperately tired of all the fucking nightmares, and relieved that he won't be spending another night completely alone, but maybe Sisko won't hear him yell if he's in a different room...)

Ben wakes up in the middle of the night. Everything's still as he crosses the hallway to the refresher. As he walks back to his room, he remembers that, from how the O'Briens had been talking, he'd been expecting to be woken up by his visitor that night, but there's been no sign of the violent nightmares Julian apparently usually experienced.

An urge to check in on Julian, just as he used to look in on Jake, takes over him, and he changes course towards the other door. It slides open softly, giving gentle illumination to both the passageway, and Julian's sheepish expression as he looks up from the stack of padds surrounding him.

Ben sighs. He grabs a couple of the padds and places them on the desk, and Julian resignedly follows suit, uncharacteristically—

Well, no, actually. It's the end of season six.

...Julian resignedly follows suit, in that quiet manner he'd adopted over the past year. He becomes far more animate when Ben climbs into Jake's bed, awkward and fumlbing and protesting, but Ben simply turns over and orders the lights off. Moments later, he feels the bed dip beside him, and a back bumping against his own. Good.

There is a nightmsre - of course there is - but after waking them both up, Julian comes down from it pretty quickly. And, if he's being honest, Ben falls back to sleep as easy as ever with the warm weight of Julian in his arms.

It becomes a thing, after that. Him-and-Julian when Kasidy is away (she understood, the first time, when she found them curled up together - and she's pleased this whole thing has made Ben sleep better when she's not there - but she does like hvaing Ben to herself on nights when she's back), Miles-and-Keiko-and-Julian when she's not. Worf quickly overrides Dax's playful motion that the two of them should join in and make it a proper game of pass-the-Julian. Nerys and Odo share a nervous look with each other, relaxing as they both give a minute, definite shake of their heads at the idea.

A month or so later, Miles and Keiko are settling down for the night when they suddenly remember that Julian should have been coming over that night. The computer says he's in his quarters - Miles volunteers to go and get him, but Keiko says she'll go, since Miles is supposed to have an early shift tomorrow, and if Julian's sneaking around the station again she'd rather be hunting him down and Miles start getting some rest.

But Julian is in his quarters. And he's not even surrounded by padds! He's curled up in his bed, sweetly asleep.

Keiko smiles. A little bit more sleep and a little bit of love, and maybe Julian's just a little bit more fixed.

[lotus-pear]

finally started p5 royal ‼️‼️‼️‼️

expect some royal trio art soon they are my dearly beloveds (minus akechi i hope he dies in this reality too)

[strawberry-daiquiris]

hello! max f/lando/oscar for 8 or 27?

oh dear. well. i really liked this prompt. so much that the 'small kink game tumblr prompt fic' is too long for tumblr and is really just 5k of max fewtrell introspection mixed with a bit of coming on someone's hole to make it wet and messy enough to fit.

twisting my stomach into knots

max f/lando/oscar | e | 5k | prompts: double penetration & wet a messy

Bob got somthing to tell you wen you come 2 race Bob somthnig fior us to do Bob youll like it Max isn’t bricking it, exactly, but there’s a bit of trepidation whenever Lando drops hints that he’s got an idea brewing. Sometimes it’s a good one. A life-changingly good one actually, like wanting to set up a business together that’ll keep him wealthy in cyber trucks and distractions. Or it’ll be shit, like wanting to get a guinea pig. They had a name picked out, a special cage on order, before Lando’d dropped the bombshell a week before they were getting him that he was moving to fucking Monaco, and a guinea pig might not be a good idea, after all.

here on ao3

[styllwaters]

This has been sitting in my drafts for long enough and I haven't properly introduced her so here's my girl Lanh. Second protagonist of Vivere 44 (after Vreaz) and second generation Posthuman, first gens like Kota were originally from Earth but Lanh was born on Hanidias. As a result she's heavily entrenched in Arrow culture and is an enthusiastic fan of Arrow skyracing.

She struggles to keep up with her Posthuman peers due to a damaged node disorder that prevents her from being able to split her consciousness multiple ways. She is doing her best though

[erinwantstowrite]

Do you have any tips on writing Peter’s spider sense? The way you write it makes so much more sense than what I’ve attempted lol.

i basically work it as his subconscious "speaking" to him. to peter, this is just a feeling, but to us as readers, we're actually seeing the words. i wanted it to feel like a comic book page in that way because of where the characters come from. so i take note of key words that would be simple to interpret, based on his senses only. things like "look it, jump!, duck!, hear that?, hello, hello friend!, angry?, happy?" i like to keep this short, like the words are somewhere in a comic panel. the "shiver" that he gets or the "tingle" come from the little spider hairs all over his body as they envision the surrounding area through movement and vibrations

so we would have our scene: peter is standing on a baseball pitch, he's on the pitcher's mound and he's determining how to throw the ball to his friend while they practice. it's a little sunny even with a ballcap on, so he turns his head often to get a break from the light. he is aware that other people are practicing on the field behind him and to the side, but as he's throwing the ball back and forth he's not paying too much attention. suddenly-

catch!

his hand shoots out to catch the ball before it can hit his head.

this is possible because subconsciously, he was more aware of his surroundings than his focus thought was aware of. he heard his teammates talking, their sounds of alarm when the ball was hit towards peter, heard the ball coming towards him in the air. he probably also felt the movement in the air as it came towards him. the "catch!" is an alert to the reader that it's happening, but to peter, that was a gut feeling he interpreted based on his heightened senses.

i keep track of where other characters are, what he's standing on and how it would feel if i was standing there. i put myself in his shoes to reason what he would or wouldn't hear, feel, smell, see, etc. i also have to interpret what would be considered as a reflex

the different words used come from different senses. "look it/hear it" and things like are self explanatory. but things like emotions "angry? happy?" come from reading microexpressions, body language, etc. things that peter was already well acquainted with before his powers and now is something intrinsic to his character, to the point he doesn't notice he did it. and "hello" vs "hello friend" is peter getting an overall sense that this person is safe to him.

usually he has to know the other person well in order to tack on that "friend" as a familiar presence that won't hurt him. (if you read the Christmas one shot, this might make sense now why Peter's senses immediately recognized them as "safe people" :3)

another reason i used this was because 1) it was cute and 2) it was far quicker to write that than it was to write out a paragraph of peter interpreting the feeling every time. it's a quick visual and connects the reader as much to peter's spider-sense as he is, like we also have a spider-sense!

[orphicmusings]

tasm! Peter and its maybe two three years after Gwen. He just needs someone to pump his anger and sadness into ;))) Finds what he’s needing in his shy neighbor or Roommate (You pick) who obviously has a crush on him- like she’s so bad at hiding it , it’s hilarious

oh god…….you’ve already nailed one of my niches

peter knew you were attracted to him. he just did. it wasn’t exactly like you were good at hiding it, either. you blushed whenever you had your elevator small talk, he knew even in the early days that he moved in. but then he started to get closer, and had his hunch confirmed. the way you’d giggle nervously every time he invited you in, how you’d fidget your hands and play with your hair when you talked to him. it’s not like he was good at this thing, you certainly had that in common, so it took a long time for him to confront you about it. 

one night he couldn’t take it anymore. you guys were hanging out in his apartment, talking as usual.

“and i swear to god, i was so hard.” he shook his head immediately. “no,no — wow, i-i meant it, not…” and you were laughing at him, but you were also bright red. if he focused his senses enough, he could hear your heartbeat hammering in your chest. he just said it.

“are you attracted to me?” he asked, the words flying out of his mouth faster than he can catch them.

“is…is it that obvious?” you looked embarrassed, fully red and eyes trained on the ground. he let his urge to comfort you carry him, sitting next to you on the couch.

“a…a little?” he winced a bit as he told her the truth. “but it’s okay, because…” he put a hand on her shoulder with a small smile and took a deep breath. “i feel the same way about you.”

that’s how you ended up in his bed, well, after practically falling on it with him on top of you, unable to stop kissing him.

“that’s it, bunny.” he rasped, pumping his long, delicate fingers into you, reaching that spot you never could. “why…why bunny?” you asked breathlessly, your brain almost completely forgetting how to form sentences. he rubbed firm circles on your clit and made you whine, squirming under his hold. he leaned in over your face.

“well, you’re shy, and you’re cute…but now you’re whining for me like a little puppy.” his voice was like velvet to you in this moment, your hand gripping his wrist, keeping him in place as you bucked your hips against him. he giggled. “i’m not goin’ anywhere…now that i have you, i might have a hard time letting you go.” he looked into your eyes, and you felt that you losing yourself to the edge, spilling all over his fingers. and when you did, he had the audacity to say “atta girl.”

[mndfckk]

“adore me, hold me and explore me, mark your territory, tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one”

— ⋆˚₊ 𖤓 aoife molloy x juno

[whatwooshkai]

hey!!! could i request a 6 for the smoke and mirrors ask game? or really whatever number hasn't been requested yet lol

No one knows how it started. No one ever does.

And yet, here they are, listening to Heatwave and Chase argue about something petty again.

"Ooh, trouble in paradise," Blades croons, letting his helm loll over the back of the couch. "Mom and Dad are fighting again."

Boulder heaves a full frame sigh from next to him.

Heatwave and Chase have long since shorted out their universal translators, as they can't handle the amount of words being spit out at once, now the humans are watching on in a mix of confusion and fascination.

But it's not like Blades can really understand it either. Both Heatwave and Chase have really thick regional accents that tend to come out in full force when they fight, and they start slipping back into their mother languages the further and further they get into it.

The problem is, neither of them speak the other's.

"What are they arguing about?" Cody hazards to ask, wandering up to the couch. "They stopped speaking English a while ago."

"They never started," Blades mutters. "But I don't know. For Chase, I think he's speaking Iaconi, but I have no idea what Heatwave's speaking."

"They're speaking different languages?" Dani wanders over, putting her hands on her hips. "I thought you guys only had one language on Cybertron."

"I hope you realize how stupid that sounds," Blades drawls, and Dani at least has the decency to look a little embarrassed. "Of course we have different languages. We speak what the titans spoke."

"The titans?" Dani and Cody ask at the same time.

Blades sighs. "Boulder, you know more about this," he says, tapping the mech's shoulder. "Linguistics and shit. History."

The argument seems to be winding down, as Heatwave is taking deep vents and is clearly waiting for Chase to stop calmly speaking in a language he doesn't understand.

Boulder perks up almost immediately. "Hold on," they say, beginning to pull datapads from their subspace. "Let me pull up stuff on the titans. It really is incredibly interesting, there's a great article in here about language and how if it's instinctual only to sparks from hot spots or learned, and the difference between language code between cold constructs, forged mechs, and those who's sparks were born of bonds-"

Dani's gone visibly pale while Cody has absolutely lit up, immediately peppering Boulder with questions.

Blades sighs and turns back to the TV. With all that taken care of, he can finally get back to his game.