#But he's also a tiger so put tiger stripes in his shirt

[batteryrose]

Cybird have no fuckign clue how to dress chevalier

[ticklishprincey]

Tiger Stripes

Hehe I'm so glad you enjoy what I put out! This was @lanie-lee-llama reblog of my Helluva Boss Headcannons (screenshotted because I didn't wanna forget about it) and I just couldn't pass this up, for now I'll just do Blitzo buttttt don't be surprised if there's a Moxxie one directly after. (I really hope you like it, I've never done a self-insert fic before so please don't hit also my laptop refuses to do the cross over the o I'm so sorryyyyyy) Warnings: Tickling (obv), insecure reader, implied body dysmorphia, reader is referred to as kid but it's just a nickname not serious Summary: Reader is insecure about how their body looks. Blitzo notices and convinces them their body is amazing. You had been standing in front of your mirror all day, looking at your reflection in disgust and disdain. Your brain ran a mile a minute, pointing out every possible flaw in your body, and despite your various attempts, tears burned your eyes like pin pricks and threatened to spill. You sucked in your stomach as much as you could, still not satisfied with the results. You let out a sigh, sitting down onto your bed and hugging your knees to your chest. "Kid?"  A knock on your bedroom door stirred you from your thoughts. You quickly rubbed your eyes, grabbing an old sweatshirt and slipping it on before answering the door, an over-enthused smile plastered on your face. "Hey, Blitz! What's up?" You had hoped that your boss wouldn't pay attention to your tear-stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes, but you were mistaken. The usual sarcastic and shit-eating grin was replaced with that rare look of concern he saved for you. He reached out and gently touched your cheek, wiping away a stray tear in a rare showcase of affection. "What's goin on, kid?" "Nothing." You responded quickly, too quickly, even. The larger imp rolled his eyes, taking your hand and pulling you into the room, sitting on your bed and patting the spot next to him. You sat reluctantly. "Don't bullshit me, kid. What's on your mind?" You sighed, then proceeded to explain how you had been feeling, how you were unhappy with your body. He listened silently, nodding in understanding. When you had finished, he pulled you into his arms and held you close. "Don't talk about yourself like that. You're amazing, got that?" You rolled your eyes at the sentiment. Blitzo noticed this and squeezed your sides teasingly. "What was that? Don't you sass me, remember who's in charge here." A small squeak escapes your lips, a wobbly smile crossing your features in anticipation for his next move. He grinned and scribbled his nails into your tummy. "What was that? Was that a squeak I heard? Don't tell me someone's ticklish?" You shake your head, fighting back the laughter bubbling in your throat to no avail. You pushed half-heartedly at his hands. "Wahahait Blihitz!!!" "Wait for what? I'm already tickling!"

His hands move to poke and prod at your hips, causing you to squeal and squirm in his arms, laughter pouring out freely now. "Ooooo, that's a bad spot, huh? Too bad!" Your face grows red at the teasing, pushing at his hands. You would never admit it, but you liked these moments with Blitzo. You felt his hands pull up your shirt slightly, tracing lightly over the stretch marks of which you were so insecure about earlier. "I don't understand why you don't like these. They're like tiger stripes." A snort slips through your lips at that, causing your hands to immediately cover your mouth in embarrassment, your blush increasing tenfold. Blitzo simply laughs and continues his tracing. "That was cute! Can I hear it again?" He blows a raspberry over your belly button, rewarded by your squealing and bubbly, bright laughter, a stark contrast to your earlier anxiety and stress. He lets up, holding you close and rubbing your back gently as your laughter dies down into soft, happy hiccups. "Feeling better, kiddo?" You nod your head as Blitzo chuckles, continuing to rub your back as you slowly begin to fall asleep in his arms. Maybe he was right, your body was pretty amazing. ALL NSFW/KINK PLEASE DNI!!!

[necros-writing-stuff]

Coming from discord!! Would you write something all fluffy cute w Eden for my bday?🥺 Have a v nice day Necro ILY 🌺

You mentioned breeding, soooo, Eden being nice and soft with pregnant PC before going down on her? And then some soft sex? Yeah, let's indulge in something sweet.

Happy birthday btw!

You sigh as you lay down, the weight of your body sinking into the furs of the bed. The fire rages on, keeping you cosy inside the small cabin as rain poors outside. You can smell both, your nose sensitive in your pregnant state. You can also smell yours and your husband's scents, cocooning you in a blanket of warmth.

Eden pokes the logs a few times before turning to you. His old worn boots carry him across the creaky old floor to your side, his large hand gently stroking your belly as he leans in for a kiss. You're at the point where your pants aren't fitting anymore, Eden's shirts keeping you covered. He doesn't seem to mind sharing - if anything he's been even more touchy.

"How's your back?" He grunts out as he pulls off a boot, the other soon following. His clothes are next.

Eden wasn't always this good with checking up on you. It's been a learning curve, one he's struggled with. But he's smarter than he thinks he is, and he has most of the script memorised by now.

"Better, now that I'm lying down. Still, could you pass that pillow, please?"

You reach your hand out, making a grabbing motion as the hunter turns and leans to get you your pillow from the bottom of the bed. It's plush, long and perfect for helping your comfort.

Eden climbs over you, careful with his limbs so that he doesn't knock against your tummy. He hates sleeping on the wall side, but you need to be able to rush to the toilet easier these days.

He grunts and makes a few other sounds as he gets comfortable himself, a smile breaking out on your face as you hear them.

"What?" He raises a brow, shifting onto his side.

"You're already making dad noises," you giggle, your nose scrunching.

Eden raises a brow, his mouth forming an O. "Well that's a good thing, because I'm about to be in a few months. I'm prepared."

His hand returns to your stomach, fingers deftly working to undo the buttons and expose your skin. There's a dark line in the skin from your belly button down to your pubic area that gets more prominent as your belly extends. Like a little tiger stripe or something. Eden loves tracing it, up and down, up and down with his finger.

"Any kicking yet?"

"One tiny one yesterday, but it didn't show."

He knows you'd call him over to feel if the little one did noticeably kick.

Silence takes over the cabin. A comfortable one, accompanied once more by the crackling fire and pattering of the rain. Eden's breath fans over your shoulder as he continues to circle his finger over your skin.

You shiver, not from the cold or because it tickles, but because it sets off a familiar longing at your core. As Eden's fingers trace lower, you know he knows too.

"Still need help relaxing?" Eden's voice sounds deeper, muffled by your shoulder as he kisses the skin there.

Letting your eyes flutter shut, you nod, swallowing hard as a low heat spreads through your abdomen. It's all he needs before he's shuffling between your thighs, gently placing your legs over his shoulders.

His lips follow the same pattern as his fingers, kissing around your belly button before following that line down.

Eden can be a very patient man. He'll hunt for days if he needs to. He'll work all day for the tiniest pay off, should it make life easier. He'll sit content as you do the same.

Eden is not patient when it comes to tasting, touching, or taking care of you.

He laps at your clit, tongue stroking the little bud as you run a hand over your forehead. Said hand soon finds its way to Eden's head, fingers threading through the locks of his hair. It's been getting longer, due a cut, but he keeps putting it off. Probably because you keep tugging on it like this.

Fluids mix, yours and the drool from Eden's wanton mouth. That wondrous tongue continues to play with you, circling your clit before he draws it into his mouth and sucks. He's so warm, so gentle but intense at the same time.

It doesn't seem like he's getting enough though, not until he is able to use his thumb to pull back on the hood of your clit. Then he's right back to it, suckling away as you play hairstylist for him.

"Think you can take me, love?" Eden sighs, still refusing to pull away from your sopping wet cunt.

"Please," you whine, pulling him up by his hair until he's crawling up your body with a chuckle.

"Alright, alright. I'm coming."

Your husband pays attention to where he puts himself, sitting up and keeping your legs leant against his shoulders. You can't see his cock over your bump, but you can picture what it looks like right now. The tip leaking, how it twitches and begs for your attention.

The fire reflects in his eyes as he slowly sinks in, but not all of the way. Not anymore, as much as he may love to. He gets so scared to hurt the baby.

"I can't wait to have you fuck me properly again." Your voice is strained: it is full of longing.

"I will, but not for now."

Your eyes hold his as he begins, rocking his hips back and forth, stroking your insides as gently as he stroked your clit with his tongue. The backdrop fades, no more flames in the hearth, no more rain bouncing off of the windows. Just you and him, joined together in your own small piece of the world.

Grabbing at him again, you slip your legs free from Eden's shoulders. He needs to be closer, to cover you fully. There is no protest from the hunter as he hunches over to kiss you, and your taste on his lips doesn't inspire protests in you, either.

Still his hips rock, drawing his length in and out as far as he dares go. Even if you're able to push on his back with your now free feet, he only mumbles out for you to behave. Another smile adorns your lips. He's still your Eden, still in charge even if he's learned some self control. And learned to be much more thorough.

Evidence of Eden's thoroughness grows in you right now, with more to come if he has any say in the matter. A gaggle of Edenspawns, wrecking havoc around the clearing. Maybe while you sew them clothes, and he carves them toys.

You leave your own evidence, nails scratching down his biceps before reaching around to his back. The muscles flex, each thrust making them ripple beneath his sun-kissed skin.

It's hard to keep kissing now, both of you breaking away to seek the air you need. The air is hot and cloying, but far from a deterrent.

Orgasms are different depending on the day. But you can tell which type you'll have as it builds, by how your muscles tingle or clench. By how that tingle can spread up your spine and make your legs quiver.

This one is sweet, long and drawn out. Not full-bodied but satisfying and tiring. Your toes curl, Eden still going as his face scrunches up in that adorable way.

He lets out a groan, his spine straightening as he fills you up. Sweat gleams on his forehead, almost making him glow.

The world takes its while to seep back into your notice, like it doesn't want to intrude on this private moment. You dare to think that nothing could possibly ruin it.

Even though you have your pillow, Eden insists on wrapping himself around you as he returns to his side of the bed. He provides, and he comforts. He brings a peace you couldn't find elsewhere.

Sleep comes easily. The darkness wraps its arms around you, welcoming you into its domain for the night. When you wake into the day, Eden's arms will still be guarding you.

[jaspercasperart]

modern (and aged up) team avatar!! ft. many, many headcanons

(click for quality, image id under the cut)

[Image ID: A digital drawing of Zuko, Sokka, Suki, Toph, Katara, and Aang from Avatar: The Last Airbender. All the characters are wearing modern outfits and are aged up by a few years.

On the far left is Zuko. His hair is long, and the top of it is pulled into a neat top-knot. He wears a black turtle neck with a red button up over it. This button up has pink-yellow flowers adorned over it, as well as small green leaves, and the lining is a metallic gold. He also wears black jeans and a brown belt with a gold belt buckle. He has a chain around his neck, which has a simple golden ring hanging from it. One of his hands is in his pocket, while his other hand is presumably on Sokka's back. Zuko has a slight smile on his face as he looks to the rest of the group on his right.

Sokka is to the right of Zuko, and he has a smile on his face as he also looks to the right. He has an arm slung around Zuko's shoulders, and his other hand is in his pocket. He wears his normal wolf-tail hair style, and has a earring in his ear that's a silver crescent moon hanging from a chain. He also has a necklace on, which has a simple silver ring hanging from it, similar to Zuko's. Sokka wears a collared long sleeve shirt, which has a white collar and trim as well as light-tan and teal stripes. He wears blue shorts that go to just above his knees, and the bottom trim is the silhouette of light blue cresting waves.

Suki is to the right of Sokka. She has an open-mouthed grin on her face, and she is looking at Sokka. She is wearing a dark green long sleeved shirt with a leaf-patterned light green dress over it. The leaves on the dress are a gradient, with dark green at the bottom and a lighter green towards the top. She wears three different necklaces, one which has a tiger's eyes pendant, another of which is a silver circle with a flower engraved in it, and a string of pearls closest to her neck. Her hair has the top pulled into a ponytail, put up with a forest green scrunchy. She also has green studs in her ears.

Toph is on the right of Suki. Her hair is the same as in canon, and put up with a headband similar to in the show. She has dimples in her cheeks as she smiles at Suki. She wears a green collar jacket that seems to be a bit too big for her. Her fingers barely reach through the bottom of the sleeves. Her jacket has pins on the collar, one of which is the lesbian flag, one of which is the LGBTQ+ pride flag, and one of which is the Earth Kingdom symbol. There are little leaves on the breast pockets of the jacket. Toph also wears a yellow-green shirt underneath turquoise and brown overalls. These overalls only reach to her mid-thigh, and are a gradient, with light brown at the top and turquoise at the bottom. The pocket in the middle of the chest is also the same gradient, with the same leaf symbol as on the jacket pockets.

Next to Toph is Katara. Katara has her one of her hands pulled near her chest, and the other is holding onto Aang's arm. She is looking over at Aang with a smile on her face. Her hair is the same as her loose-hair in canon. She is wearing her mother's necklace, as well as a black sleeveless tank top. Over this tank top is an off-the-shoulder white and blue striped top. This top is tucked into dark blue shorts that reach her mid-thigh and has gray accents. She also wears white tights under her shorts, which are slightly transparent.

Aang is on the far right of this drawing. He is facing to the side, and is looking down at Katara lovingly with a grin on his face. One of his arms is extended so Katara can hold it, and his other hand his tucked into his pocket. He doesn't have any hair, but there is a shadow over his scalp due to his hair growing in slightly. He still has his airbender tattoos, that of which are seen on his head and arms. He wears a light, warm yellow tank top with the airbender symbol over the breast. This tank top tucks into his pants, which are long and dark green. He also wears a brown pleather belt.

The background is pink, with light pink clouds in the middle. There is a white frame around the whole piece.

The three additional images under the main drawing are just close ups of each of the duos faces. The one on the left is Zuko and Sokka, the middle is Suko and Toph, and the right is Katara and Aang. End Image ID.]

[happychappy439]

28mm A Song of Ice and Fire: Essos (And Dorne) Sellswords

Hi again! As part of the Bloody Mummers’ infantry, I’ve included a bunch of unnamed sellswords to fill out the unit, I've tried to keep them as 'generic' as possible (while still keeping them themed around assorted free cities and places in Essos), so that they can be used in other sellsword companies or irregular forces

As a nice excuse to add some colour to my painting, I've added a bunch of Tyroshi swordsmen as unit fillers. Arya specifically observes swordsmen with green, purple and silver hair and beards. 

In the series sellswords from Tyrosh are a famously colourful bunch, with brightly dyed hair and clothes, so I've tried to reflect that here. I've based the figures on the GW Corsairs of Umbar to give them a bit of a piratical look, so they could substitute for members of Euron's or Salladhor Saan's crews, or other Essosi sellsword companies

I’ve also put together two spearmen from Volantis, who briefly get alluded to by Arya a couple of times. Seeing as Volantis is more or less the Constantinople to Valyria's Rome, I've used Fireforge Byzantines as a base for the Volantenes. The figures themselves are based on a description Tyrion gives of the Tiger Cloak spearmen of Volantis in A Dance With Dragons:

A squad of Volantene spearmen stood guard at the river gate. Torchlight gleamed off the steel claws that jutted from their gauntlets. Their helms were tiger's masks, the faces beneath marked by green stripes tattooed across both cheeks.

A pair of spearmen attended them, clad in polished helms and shirts of silver mail. Across their cheeks were tiger stripes as green as jade

For some test figures, I've included two Dothraki swordsmen, based on Perry Miniatures Azerbaijani figures, with Dothraki painted vests and mustaches sculpted on. I’ve decided to represent the Dothraki Arakhs as “a big curved sword” rather than the full khopesh look in the show

And finally for some Bloody Mummers specifics, I’ve put together a figure to represent Vargo Hoat’s big ol’ bear that he brings to Harrenhal, with a Dornish handler wrangling it. I’ve gone with a Perry Miniatures Swiss figure to represent the Dornish sellsword here

[lihikainanea]

Hey Lei! So glad you're back. And just in time for all the fun drama with Bill's "sick look" due to a certain "life partner". Enough of that ... was wondering if Bill would ever play a character for Tiger like she did with Scarlett? Maybe it's one of his characters she's always been turned on by. Or like with Halloween coming he dresses as her favorite super hero? But then gets jealous when she's really into it.

Ohhhhhh.....Ohhh I'm thinking tiger has a real thing for Merkel, because honestly, how could she not?

And like, usually their Halloween costumes are pretty uh...pretty lit. Bill didn't really grow up celebrating Halloween so he has a real fondness for it as an adult, and tiger just likes any excuse to dress as something insane. But maybe this year there was just a lack of time, or it wasn't a priority--maybe tiger was sick (selfishly speaking, because I'm sick again), work was crazy for both of them, a bit of the impending-winter-doldrums hit them both. It's not that they got lazy, it's just that while Autumn is incredible sometimes there's just also a complete lack of willingness to do anything other than sit on the couch, watch the same TV show, and drink tea.

And maybe one of their friends always has a party, which usually they both look forward to. But Tiger played it lazy this year, drawing some whiskers on her face and getting some plain black cat ears that she taped some stripes on herself, so that she's...well, a tiger. Bill rummaged through his closet, he got a stroke of brilliance a few days ago and it's both easy and convenient.

He pulled out a pair of leather pants--ones he would never buy but from some Swedish fashion company, sent to him as a gift hoping he'd promote their business. Tiger almost fainted when she saw them, clutching her gut in laughter. They were slim fit, and full of...all kinds of belt buckles and zippers and shit.He rummaged further in his closet and pulled out the winning piece--an obnoxious, puffy, grey fur coat.

Bill makes a habit of keeping something small from every film set--but he really does try to keep it just that, small. A piece of jewelry from his character. Maybe a shirt. But when they plopped this fur coat on him in Atomic Blond, he knew he had to have it--he didn't know why, but something in him thought it was so ridiculous that he just couldn't give it up.

And sure enough, all these years later, it was going to come in real handy.

Sneaking to the bathroom, he slid in behind tiger and grabbed some gel, slicking his hair back.

"Okay," tiger eyed him as she put the finishing touch on her whiskers, "Are we going for creepy thin man?"

Bill genuinely looked insulted.

"Sorry," she mumbled. He glared, pinching her ass playfully as she shrieked.

"So what are we going for?" she asks.

"You'll see."

And in a flurry he's gone, grabbing a pair of scissors and some black gloves from the hallway closet on his way back to his room.

It takes some shimmying to get the pants on, but you know, he does take a moment and does a 360 in the mirror. They're not his style, not in the slightest--but if they were, he'll admit, he could pull it off.

He cuts the fingers off the gloves, and grabs his big combat boots. He forgoes the shirt--he doesn't really have anything that'll match this ensemble anyway--and throws the big fur coat on over his bare back. Finishing the look, he dangles a cigarette from his lips and walks out the room. Tiger's in shelving room waiting for him, and he hears her sharp intake of breath.

"Oh my," she breathes, "Bill, you look--"

"Who?" he puts a hand to his ear, then gives her a cocky smirk.

"Oh, um," she stammers, "Who...who are you?"

"Someone who doesn't answer your questions," he snaps, German accent and all.

Tiger just drinks him in--those leather pants slung so low on his hips and hugging his long legs, his broad chest, the fur coat, the hair, the cigarette. Bill just stands there and smirks--but then in a flash, he's moving again.

"The car is waiting," he says, still in his accent--then he goes to her and grabs her chin roughly. "Stay in my sight always, and stay out of trouble. If trouble finds you, I won't be far behind."

And then he's gone--out the door, down the stairs, across the walkway. Tiger can barely breathe, and it takes her a few minutes to get her legs moving.

And the whole night, tiger keeps her eyes on Bill--er, Merkel--and he equally just hovers. Every time she thinks she loses sight of him, he pops up right behind her.

"Always be aware," he threatens lowly into her ear from behind, and tiger shivers.

And maybe while the party is still quite young--hell it's barely 11PM yet, maybe Bill sidles up beside her again.

"Time to go," he says sternly, lowly.

"Oh?" tiger asks, "Is it?"

He makes a show of checking around, his eyes sweeping the crowd.

"Now," he says with a curt nod, "Follow me."

And like, these two idiots just bounce. They ghost. No goodbyes, no thank you for the party, no happy halloweens. Just Bill sneaking her out like this really is some covert mission, his hand gently but insistently on her back, guiding the way. He opens the car door and even presses a hand on her shoulder, folding her into it.

He doesn't say anything when they get home, other than to grab her arm to stop her from opening her door herself. Instead he gets out, goes to her side, does a quick look around before yanking the door open. He guides her up the steps, through the front door, and when they're in the safety of the hallway tiger lets out a small laugh--it's slightly incredulous, and a whole lot turned on.

"That was incredible," she giggles--but it's stifled, literally, when Bill closes a big hand over her mouth and backs her into the wall.

"Ears everywhere," he whispers, his nose touching hers.

But listen, my girl tiger? Tiger's a RAGING on the scale of one to turned on, and this Merkel dude? Ohhh he looks like a good time.

"Then let's give them something to listen to," she says loudly. Bill's face hardens, and he grabs her throat.

"Quiet," he hisses.

"Make me," she challenges.

In a flash one of his gloves are off, and they're across her mouth like a gag.

"I don't take orders from you," he seethes, "But in this case, okay."

Listen, Merkel? He becomes a rather frequently requested character every few weeks.

[seokmatthewz]

did i ever ask u ur top 5 limjis iri

i can't be tasked with this millie . loveholic limji who you limji damage limji tick tock limji reload limji BXNDNDN ok fine I will try 😔😔

1. big boots and big jacket emo bf who you era limji fits yes these are one i dont care if the outfits are different hes an entity i couldn't find a pic of him in his red jacket fit but that one too

2. bnt international/nylon photoshoot gentle handsome himbo bf with pretty necklaces striped shirt curly hair loml i am still mad abt the behind shoot being taken down fuck u plan a/play m/ist . the other two fits from this shoot also but this one is the most important

3. man who cannot rollerskate even a little man who is fighting for his life to stand for 4 seconds man who will never rollerskate again man who is a baby deer on skates and will die being clowned about it

4. anything where he is in this stupid fucking misbhv shirt it ruined my life these pics r so so so cute but any stage where hes wearing this especially ruined my life (real)

5. ur so lucky tumblr has a photo limit on posts or else I would have gone so ham. anyways handsome pretty gorgeous cafe date bf limji 2nd pic has been my phone background since it dropped I will never change it it is the perfect limji pic and perfect limji phone background pic .

honorable mentions go to: the goodbye stage from the fan limji, leopard print shirt limji, those pics of him in that white t-shirt w the little heart where his waist looks insanely tiny and his shoulders r so broad, the pics of him in front of the elevator in the sleeveless vest from damage era and the pic in the same place from reload era where he looks insanely beefy, the entirety of the marie claire shoot, those floral teasers from tick tock era, that pic of him in his fluffy blue sweater from the time he posted after not having posted for EIGHT MONTHS and i went insane, and that one fansign where he looks gigantic in his white shirt and jeans and suspenders and someone put a little tiger hair clip in his hair. there are definitely more. how could u do this to me millie

ask me my 'top 5' anything!!

[babyyweebbitch]

Can I maybe request the resident evil boys and how they are with a plus size s/o? Thank you in advance if you decide to write this!

Sorry this took so long! I have personal stuff to deal with at home but I did get my COVID shot like yesterday 😊 anyway ENOUGH about me. I love this.

Genre // Fluff ; comedy ;

TW // thicc thighs, b00tay,

Characters: Chris Redfield (obviously 🙄🤚🏽) , Piers Nivans, Carlos Oliveira x gender neutral reader

Chris Redfield

GUYS

GUYS

We have a man who’s into plus size women/men

He likes other people too but plus size women/men 🤤🤤

He loves to cuddle you dude I swear to Fuckkk

His favourite part of you are your thighs — Oh my lord them thighs

Chris will also always have to be touching you, weather it be holding your hands, arms wrapped around you, or hands in the pockets of your jeans you had to hop into for 20 minutes behind that ass is PH—

Like if this man can die and he got to choose how, your thighs or your tummy. He’d die the happiest man on earth

He loves all your stretch marks. Will literally call them Tiger stripes

There was this time you leaned down to grab something and 🧍🏾‍♀️

Anyway

Let’s move on before this gets NSFW

There are some days you feel hella insecure because of your weight and Chris always knows how to make you feel better

He holds you and cuddles tf out of you then buys you food

He can pick you up so easily. I mean LOOK AT THEM ARMS BRUH 👀👀

Will casually place his head on your boobies(if your a woman)/chest

You were getting ready for you day and you were trying to put on some jeans you had for years and never wore before, so you decided why tf not try them on today

After like 16 minutes of hopping and grunting Chris came in to you leaned over the bed, jeans at your thighs while panting and he smirked “oh? You want some?”

“Chris goddamn Redfield, behave yourself! I can’t get them on….”

“Fine, I’ll help”

🍑 ———————————— 🍑

Piers Nivans

Another man who has AMAZING taste in men/women

He genuinely doesn’t care about your weight as long as your healthy and happy that’s all he really cares about

His favourite part of you? THAT ASS BOI 👀

He’s an ass man. What can I say??

Randomly smacks your ass

Hell he’ll do it in public. He doesn’t care

He loves to cuddle you on the couch and place his hands on wherever he can reach without moving. Which is usually your boobies/chest, thighs or tummy

If you’re the type that has a semi flat tummy and the rest of you is thicc as fuck kinda like an hour glass. Expect him to be ALL over you

Wont hesitate to fight a bitch if they make fun of you because your weight

Calls your stretch marks beautiful

Calls your cellulite amazing

Calls you outstandingly beautiful/handsome

You and Piers were at the mall and piers was wondering around. You were looking at different bras/shirts at a store since you needed some more

Piers somehow found you ans he decided to sneak up behind you and smack your ass for no reason at all. You quickly turned around thinking it was some stranger but realised it was Piers

“ oh my god! Piers!” You whines as you jokingly punched his arm

“What?? I couldn’t resist!”

🍑 ———————————— 🍑

Carlos Oliveira

He loves all types of men/women, any body type. He just looks are personality and if you’re a good person or not

He loves your body. Especially your thighs 👀👀

Your cheeks OH MY LORD THEM CHEEKS (upstairs ya Nasty 📸📸)

He will give you his hoodies/over sized shirts because one; you look cute in them. Two; you look cute in them. Three; you already guessed it — he loved how you look in them

There are times you feel insecure about yourself and Carlos always knows how to make you feel better

He’ll cuddle you, kiss you do anything to make you feel better

Buys and tries different foods with you

Will carry you around the house because big stronk boi

Will burry his face in your thighs 😀 that is all

Carlos was walking around the house with you casually on his back, you held on for dear life whenever he hopped or something

“Carlos! If I fall I’m bringing you with me!”

“Fun, I’d have a lot of cushion!”

[queenshelby]

A New Life

Part Four: A Day at the Zoo

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 2,790

Warning: Fluff, Self-Esteem Issues, Body Image Issues

The following morning, Cillian picked you and Max up from your house at 8 o’clock after having borrowed a car seat from Cian.

‘Thank you for taking us to the Zoo, Cillian’ Max said excitedly as Cillian helped him into his seat.

‘That’s alright buddy’ Cillian said and you couldn’t help but be a little bit excited. Whilst you never liked going to the Zoo, you liked the fact that you and Max got to spend the day with Cillian.

He had a fantastic sense of humour and Max really seemed to like him which put you at ease quite significantly.

After Max and you sat down in the car, Cillian opened two of the windows slightly and told you that he had put some sickie bags and wet wipes into the glove box for Max just in case you needed them. Another thing he remembered was that Max often got car sick and he certainly didn’t seem to be bothered by it. In fact, he was quite well prepared.

To your surprise, Max did well in the car and was fascinated with some of the gadgets, including the TV screens in the back.

‘Made it without Max getting sick. That’s new. Thank you for taking it easy around the corners’ you said, causing Cillian to laugh.

‘You are welcome’ Cillian said before helping Max out of the car and picking up his plush bunny toy which had fallen to the floor.

‘That’s one well loved rabbit’ Cillian observed as he looked at the rather old and half destroyed fluffy toy and you explained to him that Max had this bunny since he’s been a baby. In fact, Cian had bought it for him when you were still pregnant with Max.

***

After twenty minutes, two cinnamon donuts and a take away coffee, you finally arrived at the tiger enclosure.

‘I can’t see, I can’t see’ Max said somewhat disappointed as the tiger was roaming around from the left to the right and he was simply too small to look over the larger children in front of him.

‘Sweetie, you are too heavy for me to pick up’ you said as Max pulled on your t-shirt and began to pout.

‘I can put him up on my shoulders if you want’ Cillian suggested, ensuring that you would be okay with it before saying anything to Max.

Of course, you had no objections and Max was quick to climb onto Cillian’s shoulders so that he could see the tiger, still walking from the left to the right and roaming around his enclosure.

‘Max, careful!’ you said worryingly as he was clinging onto Cillian’s hair but Cillian didn’t seem to mind.

Taking you by the hand for a brief second to pull through the crowds, Cillian moved over to the left slightly to give Max a better view and you followed him while watching Max smile with excitement.

‘Have you counted how many stripes he’s got?’ Cillian then asked your son.

‘Too many for me to count Cillian’ Max laughed before Cillian told him about the tiger, reading from the sign in front of him and asking Max questions in order to keep him engaged.

You were truly surprised how well Cillian and Max were getting on and how patient and engaging Cillian was with him.

‘Elephants next?’ Cillian asked as, eventually, the tiger went into his little cave for a rest and Max nodded.

Without Max getting down from Cillian’s shoulders, you both walked towards the Elephant enclosure.

‘Can you tell me what sounds an elephant makes?’ Cillian asked and, when Max and Cillian both pretended to be elephants, you couldn’t help but laugh.

The entire day was a blast and, for the first time in a long while, you and Max both felt comfortable being around someone new. It felt like you both had known Cillian for a long time and you were quite impressed by his character.

‘What a lovely family’ you then heard all of a sudden as one elderly women in the crowd walked past you and, whilst Cillian wanted to correct her, you simply said ‘thanks’ and laughed.

***

After your day at the zoo, Max fell asleep in the car fairly quickly and whilst you were keen to take up Cillian’s offer to have dinner in town, you didn’t think that Max would be up for it. He had a big day.

‘I am not sure if Max is up for dinner in town. He’s tuckered out completely’ you said, looking back towards him.

‘I figured that he would be tired after all this walking around’ Cillian chuckled ‘But, if you want to, I can cook something at your house instead and we can watch a movie with Max’ Cillian offered.

‘You can cook?’ you asked since no man had ever cooked for you before.

‘You seem surprised’ Cillian observed, causing you to laugh and nod before accepting his offer.

‘I suppose spaghetti would be winner, right?’ Cillian then asked and you nodded again before asking a question which you have been pondering on about for the entire day.

‘You are so good with Max. How come you never had children?’ you asked before telling Cillian that he didn’t have to answer this question if he didn’t want to.

‘My ex-wife never wanted children and I had to accept that I suppose’ Cillian explained.

‘How long were you married for?’ you then asked.

‘Ten years. But we were together for fifteen. I had one relationship after that, but it was a disaster’ Cillian chuckled and you talked about his marriage and why it ended before Cillian carefully and quietly asked about Max’s father.

You told Cillian that he had died in a car accident when Max was only two years old and that Max didn’t remember much about him.

‘We had our differences but were determined to make it work for Max. We were high school sweethearts and met when we were 16’ you explained, thinking back to all the irrational choices you made in the past.

***

An hour later, you arrived at your apartment following a small detour to the local supermarket.

‘Cillian is making us spaghetti’ you said to Max while you helped unpack the grocery bags.

‘It’s my favourite. Can I have lots of cheese please?’ Max then asked and, of course, you nodded before telling him to play in his room while you were going to help with the food.

Cillian pre-prepared the food for later with your help before you all sat down together and watched a cartoon movie which almost sent Cillian to sleep. His eyes kept shutting closed as he leaned against the large cushion on the L-shaped lounge and you had to give him a nudge now and then to make him stay awake.

Luckily, Max lost interest in the movie after thirty minutes and asked Cillian whether he wanted to see his dinosaur collection.

Sure enough, Cillian was very interested in dinosaurs and, after they managed to give each of the toys a name, you played two games of UNO before serving dinner.

‘This is much better than mum’s spaghetti’ Max observed, causing you to pout and Cillian to apologise.

‘It is pretty good’ you observed before thanking Cillian for cooking and taking you both to the zoo.

‘We had a fantastic day, didn’t we Max?’ you said and Max nodded and yawned at the same time.

***

‘I probably should drive home soon’ Cillian said after you cleaned up the dishes and Max had changed himself into his pyjamas.

‘Do you want to stay for a wine and watch a more interesting movie after I put Max to bed?’ you then quickly asked, hoping that you wouldn’t sound too desperate.

‘I suppose I could leave the car here and pick it up tomorrow’ Cillian then said, not intending to drink and drive and you nodded in agreement.

Cillian’s house was only 20 minutes by foot from your apartment and he could easily call a taxi or sleep on your lounge if he didn’t want to walk.

‘Can Cillian read me a bedtime story then?’ Max asked, clearly having overheard your conversation.

‘If that’s alright with your mum, I sure can’ Cillian offered which prompted Max to quickly find a book and his favourite bunny toy.

Listening to Cillian read a bedtime story to Max made your heart melt once again. Not only did you think that Cillian was an incredibly kind person who was good with children, but also was he rather attractive.

Quite to your surprise, you adored the small wrinkles around his eyes and the few grey hairs on his head as his hair was growing out on the sides.

Then, of course, there were those deep blue eyes and razor-sharp cheek bones and you wondered what your mind was doing to you, feeling some sort of attraction towards a man who was clearly much older than you.

***

‘Thank you for reading to him’ you said when Cillian came back into the living and you tugged Max into bed and gave him a goodnight kiss.

‘That’s perfectly fine Y/N’ Cillian assured you before sitting down while you poured two glasses of red wine.

‘So what are we watching?’ he asked and you suggested to put something on which has him in it after Cian told you that one of Cillian’s shows was on Netflix.

You had only just signed up to Netflix when you came to Ireland as, frankly, working on TV made you less interested in watching it during your spare time but, now that you were taking some time off after having resigned as a host from one of Australia’s design shows after your ex’s constant publicly stunts, this has changed.

You hadn’t seen any of Cillian’s work yet and you certainly didn’t know much about him. Unlike he did with you, you haven’t resorted to Google yet to find out more, wanting to paint your own picture about him and not being influenced by media.

‘Absolutely not. I hate watching myself’ Cillian chuckled before suggesting a different movie on Netflix. His comment made you laugh.

‘I get that. I hate watching myself too’ you chuckled and, after he turned on the movie, it didn’t take you long to get comfortable together on your small sofa and you quite enjoyed sitting so closely next to him.

As you were sitting next to him, you couldn’t help but notice the scent of his aftershave which was musky but yet fresh and sporty. Glancing over towards him without him noticing, you quickly got mesmerised with his freckled skin and you couldn’t help your eyes from wandering further down, observing his neck and the small area of exposed skin above the neckline of his t-shirt.

Clearly, he had a little bit of chest hair. Or was it a lot? You were curious as you thought that, the way it extended above the neckline of his t-shirt looked quite sexy.

Your fixation on Cillian’s skin and scent, however, soon came to an end when you received a text message from one of your closest friends in Australia.

In her text message, she linked an article from an Australian tabloid and, whilst you knew that you should probably ignore it, you couldn’t help but click on the link.

When you opened the link you couldn’t believe your eyes. Clearly, your ex-partner had shared your last holiday pictures to a water theme park in Australia’s Northern Territory and they were far from flattering.

Cillian immediately noticed that something was wrong and paused the movie before asking you whether you were alright as tears had built up in your eyes.

‘My ex is making my life miserable’ you huffed out before telling Cillian about the unflattering pictures and comments from the tabloids.

According to the online magazine you should have chosen your outfit better to hide your scars and the publisher criticised that you were hosting a design show while, according to him, you obviously didn’t care much about your own appearances.

‘Can I see?’ Cillian asked and, whilst you were almost ashamed to show him, you did, knowing that it was on the world wide web anyway.

You saw Cillian’s eyebrows rise as he read through the article before, suddenly, he started laughing.

‘What an eejit’ he chuckled and you looked at him somewhat confused.

‘Irish for idiot’ Cillian clarified before carrying on. ‘Look, these people obviously have nothing better to do than to criticise humans for being human. You wore a bikini on a water slide. Seems logical to me. I mean what else would you wear when you visit a water park in a country where it’s so fucking hot?’ Cillian said, handing you back your phone.

‘That’s not the point Cillian. My ex knows how self-conscious I am. He continuously used to put me down and, ever since my emergency c-section when I had Max, I have been trying very hard to hide my body. Obviously, I was right to do so. I mean look at this shit now’ you said rather upset.

‘Y/N, you need to stop being so hard on yourself. You are a very attractive woman and any man out there would be lucky to have you. Despite, from what I just saw, there is nothing wrong with your body. You are stunning. You’ve got a few scars, so what?’ Cillian said reassuringly while taking your hands into his.

‘And a little baby weight I never managed to get rid of’ you chuckled and, whilst you knew it wasn’t really a big deal, you felt as though, being in the public eye required you to look perfect at all times.

‘You are perfect Y/N. You really cannot let this stuff get to you and you should tell your friend not to bother sending these things to you either’ Cillian said, knowing very well what reading bad press feels like.

‘So, you actually don’t care when you read something bad about yourself?’ you asked, not realising how much press Cillian had to deal with in comparison to you.

‘I gave up caring about twenty years ago’ Cillian chuckled. ‘You should too. It feels better that way’ he then said and you couldn’t agree more. You knew you had to care less but, the truth was, you had realised that this life wasn’t for you.

‘That’s why I gave up TV and advertising. I just want to concentrate on writing and the other things I’ve been working on’ you explained before changing the topic to something more pleasant which was your upcoming theatre date and trip to Kerry.

When you mentioned your upcoming trip to Kerry, Cillian told you that Cian invited him and Laura as well and you couldn’t help but laugh.

‘So, Laura…do you like her?’ you asked.

‘She is nice I guess. But, I honestly am not interested in a relationship or dating right now’ Cillian told you before advising you that he would have to head home soon. He had an early start.

***

By the time Cillian had left it was already 9 o ‘clock and you decided to have a bath and then head into bed as well.

For a minute or two, you pondered on about the article that had been published in Australia but, then, you remembered Cillian’s words. You had to ignore them.

Instead of dwelling on about them, you felt as though you wanted to know a little more about Cillian. Until this point, you had refused to google him but you realised that you didn’t even know his surname nor did you know how old he was and you certainly didn’t want to sound weird, asking him or Cian those things.

You tried your luck putting the words ‘Cillian’, ‘Actor’ and ‘Irish’ into the search tab as, surely, there couldn’t be too many actors with his name out there.

To your surprise, his name and pictures of him popped up immediately. You didn’t have to do much investigation and you were quite shocked to see his extensive filmography.

Even more so, you were surprised by the fact that he had just recently turned 45.

‘How the fuck can this man be 45 already?’ you asked yourself silently and couldn’t help yourself flicking through the many pictures.

Going through them one by one, you realised again how handsome he was and whilst you were certainly attracted to him, the fact that he was rather famous turned you off and made it much easier for you to turn off your attraction towards him. At least so you thought.

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Having stretch marks

M.list

...

Bang Chan

° Likes to trace them while in the shower, his lips pressed against the middle of your shoulder as his finger trace up and down the stretch marks on your stomach.

° Finds them very cute to be honest, like a birth mark or some freckles. And always brings you up, when you are feeling down about your stretch marks.

° Will call out anyone who tries to make you feel bad, asking them what they get out of making fun of someone so innocent and kind. They never know how to answer.

° Almost died of a cuteness overload when you dressed up as a tiger for Halloween, Felix taking the opportunity to take pictures of his priceless reaction.

"I was thinking of getting cream to remove these ugly marks."

"But you're my precious tiger baby~"

Lee Know

° Loves how they resemble cat stripes, so you better be prepared for random cuddles just because you showed a bit of your stretch marks.

° Once places glitter over your stretch marks while you were asleep, and it is now his wallpaper. Showing off his piece of art to anyone he can, even your family.

° Is ready to throw hands at anyone who talks bad about you in general, but someone will have to physically hold him back if they comment about your stretch marks.

° Has grown a habit of unconsciously tracing some prominent ones on your sides when cuddling, even if you aren't showing any skin. He'll just trace them through the clothes.

"Is that still your wallpaper Lino?!"

"Yeah, why wouldn't it be my cute kitten?"

Changbin

° Smothers you with compliments everytime you hang out, fully aware that you become a flustered mess each time. But he wants to build up your self confidence.

° When he's getting out of the shower with you, he'll stand you in front of the mirror and tell you all the reasons your stunning. Always including your stretch marks.

° Once cried because you called yourself ugly in a serious tone, Changbin never understood how you could ever see yourself from anything less than perfect.

° Likes pressing kisses to the stretch marks on your stomach, complimenting you in his high pitched aegyo voice. Never failing to send your heart into a fluttering frenzy.

"Y/n, you are so cute it's not fair. ~"

"Binnie stop, my heart can't take this."

Hyunjin

° If you even try to bring yourself down, he'll tackle you in cuddles and give you the most confused expressions when you try to explain your reasoning.

° Likes when you embrace your marks, loving the confident essence that comes off of you whenever you feel good. He wants you to love them just as much as he does.

° Won't let the person who insults you even finish, they won't win against his remarks. He always knows how to shut idiots up and won't hesitate to when they aim at you.

° When you're trying to sleep and having trouble doing so, he'll place soft and gentle kisses against the marks that are places across your neck and shoulders.

"How am pretty in your eyes? I can't see it."

"How are you not? You're a literal angel."

Jisung

° Will be so loud and dramatic with his compliments that it sometimes embarrasses you, he only ever goes that far when you're being too hard on yourself though.

° Will lose his train of though and focus when you sit in front of him, all of his attention going towards you and your adorable stretch marks.

° Falls asleep tracing your marks, always waking up with his arms wrapped around your chest as his face is buried into the crook of your neck.

° Calls you his zebra baby, due to the fact that you are adorable like a baby and have stripes like a zebra. Making a bright grin spread across your face everytime.

"No one is aloud to touch my zebra baby."

"No one can touch my quokka either then."

Felix

° Will sometimes just stare at you with a soft smile, always answering with a cheesy compliment when you ask him why he's staring. It always makes you blush though.

° Likes to playfully bite you, and if he bites somewhere will a stretch mark he'll trail gentle kisses along the mark. Soon biting you once more, always giggling cutely.

° Doesn't let anyone talk down to you, and people learn not to mess with you the hard way. It's not you there scared of, it's your boyfriend who's ready to throw hands.

° You like to play connect the dots on his freckles, while he plays snakes and ladders on your marks. Wanting you to see your marks as positively as possible.

"Damnit I lost again..."

"How'd you lose at a game you created?"

Seungmin

° Doesn't want to put much attention towards your marks, since he worries that you'll become overwhelmed with the attention and become nervous.

° When he compliments you, he is never specific on what part he likes. Because he lives every part of you, including your adorable stretch marks which he adores.

° Is more worried on your state whether then getting revenge on someone who was rude to you, he'll step in and tell them to get lost. But his main focus is always on you.

° Cheers you on and becomes excited for you when you decide to embrace your marks, such as the one time you wore a more revealing swimsuit.

"Do I look alright Min? Is it too much?"

"You could never be too much, trust me."

Jeongin

° Noticed them when you reached up high and your shirt rode up, he turned quite bashful with a face full of blush. But he also couldn't help but swoon over your marks.

° When he's extremely bored, he'll sometimes count how many marks you have inside his head. Looking away before you can catch him staring for too long.

° While cuddling, his hands always reach towards your thighs. Tracing the stretch marks, and gently massaging the soft and delicate skin.

° Will literally place his hands over your ears when someone dares to insult you, he'll tell them to get lost and let Minho roast them instead. Cuddling your sadness away afterwards.

"You didn't tell me about your new marks~"

"Innie... I don't keep track of them."

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How would Murdoc be on his bday? Hc or fic, your choice! <3

hi! sorry this took so long, one of the mods (lily) was a dipshit and decided to graduate school and move. just pretend it’s still murdoc’s birthday cuz it totally is

The huge, decorative, sparkly 55 on his bedroom wall did not make Murdoc's hangover any better. The huge, decorative, sparkly 55 on his bedroom wall made him get another drink. He looked at himself in the mirror. 55? Really? Sure, some things have changed. He is greener, he has a couple more eyebags, and his face is thinner, but he is still rock and roll, right? He has you at least. You make him feel young. None of this fifty-five bullshit. Murdoc looked around his room. Speaking of you, where were you?

He grumbled as he stretched, cracking his back and slumping back into his bad posture. He threw on his striped Plastic Beach shirt and some tight jeans, remembering the tiger thong in case of a celebration later that evening. He hated his birthday, but he wasn't blind to the romantic advantages of the day.

He found you in the kitchen with some wrapped gifts and a cupcake you made, an abhorrent amount of funfetti frosting on top, just the way he liked it. "Good Morning, Birthday Man!" You forced a party hat onto his greasy head.

"Ugh, love, too loud, hangover." He mumbled, licking some of the frosting off. "Mmm this is perfect babe, thank you for remembering."

You giggled and it made him smile, he did that. He made you giggle, made you happy. "Sure Mudz, it's a special day."

He suggestively licked a stripe of the frosting off of the cupcake, wiggling his eyebrows. "Oh, yeah? Wanna make me feel special, love?"

"Murdoccccc, laterrrrr. Now, we have to hit a bunch of stores for the free stuff on your birthday, plus, you're technically a senior now so extra discounts!" You joked. He knew you were joking, but, every joke has a grain of truth.

Senior discount? Him? Murdoc Faust Niccals. A senior. No way. He wasn't old. He doesn't belong in a nursing home. He wasn't a has-been. He was in a band. He escaped from prison. He made a deal with the devil!

"No." He put down the cupcake and crossed his arms.

"What do you mean no? I thought you wanted a fun, quiet day, just the two of us." You reciprocated his body language. Good, he pissed you off. "I was kidding about the free stuff. I just thought maybe we can you know, go to a nice dinner?"

"Well, I don't want to now. I want to party. Go to clubs, get wasted, and get free drinks because I'm famous not because of bloody senior discounts!" With each phrase, his volume increased.

"I thought age was supposed to come with wisdom, but uh sure. Clubbing. At 2 p.m. I'll go change while you figure out what you want to do."

Murdoc knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to drink away his hangover, get high, and dance with so many girls that he would smell like their shitty perfume for all eternity.

He wanted to not deal with you. And he wouldn't. He got in his car and left.

You reentered the kitchen wearing a skimpy outfit Murdoc gave you for your birthday, hoping that seeing you in something he chose (and showing a lot of skin) would make him feel better. But, that would require Murdoc to be present. Which he was not. Maybe he went to the bathroom? No, not in the bathrooms. In his Winnebago? Not there either. While at the Winnebago, you noticed his car was missing. God Satan damn it! Classic Murdoc. You hoped at fifty five he would finally mature, but you really should have known better. Sure, maybe mentioning the senior discount thing was a bit too much, but you hoped that maybe it would turn into some kinky "who-are-you-calling-old" fun times, not "I-will-disappear-to-prove-I-am-still-my-own-fun-person" unfun times. You sigh and leave, you know exactly where he is.

The neon lights of the Powder and Puff and Girls XXX club weren't even on, the lights seeming excessive at 3 pm since anyone who is going to the club at 3 pm probably already knows the name. Like Murdoc.

You knew he would be here since he thinks they named a drink after him: the "green guy". The bartender insists it was for some other patron, especially since he noticed it on their first visit, but according to Mudz "What other green guys are there?" Solid logic. Just ignore Ace who dragged you all there in the first place. Now the drink is probably named after him, their biggest tipper.

Being the biggest tipper also gets him the most amount of attention. Even though your eyes were still struggling to adjust to the darkness of the club, you could see five or six people huddled in a corner. And even though you eyes were not working, you could definitely smell Murdoc. You march over to where he was. What was he doing with all of these women? He better not be bothering them, they are just doing their jobs.

"Hey, heh, look all of these women want to come home with me tonight." The glint in his eyes and smug look on his face represented a hidden message. I'm still desired and you're easily replaceable, which one of us needs this relationship more?

"Fine, well, just remember to get your special clothes at the dry cleaners in the morning. See you tomorrow." You started to walk out. Fuck off, dipshit.

"You won't catch me dead at your stupid party tomorrow." He spat out.

You clenched you fists. "You mean your party." You turned around and stuck a finger at him. "Your surprise party. The party you insisted that you didn't want since you "wanted a quiet birthday" but, knowing you, I planned, because you're an attention whore!"

"I am not an attention whore!" he stands, shouting.

"Yeah, totally not. Who is causing the scene here?"

He looks around. Everyone was staring at him. "They're looking at me because I'm famous. If you were too you'd understand." He crossed his arms and looked away, he's drunk, defeated, and done.

"Sure, love. Let's go home. You can apologize to these ladies when you're sober." You grab his hand and he lets you drag him out.

The entire car ride back he begged for forgiveness, sobbing, promising he will become better.

He was still clinging to your waist as you walked into your home. You flicked on the lights and

"SURPRISE!"

The party cheered and immediately kicked into high gear. Murdoc looked at you, confused. "What... I thought..."

"A new experience for you, I'm sure. I knew that you would find out about the party for tomorrow, but not the actual party for today."

"I love you."

"I know."

"Marry me?"

"Of course." He beamed and disappeared into the crowd. You meant it wholeheartedly, even though you know he won't remember asking in the morning.

[onetwothreefarkle]

I don’t think we talk about it being canon that Seb has been struck by lightning enough. Like, we joke about it. But we don't really explore what that means. That's a traumatizing experience that can result in permanent issues. So, to that end, here are some headcanons about that. Warnings for descriptions of pain, scars, and trauma.

Seb was struck by lightning when he was thirteen, the summer before 8th grade. That’s younger than most (most people who get struck by lightning are between 15-34, but he is 15, and I think it makes more sense that it happened a few years ago). It happened because he didn’t notice his parents and siblings going inside (and he has so many siblings that his parents didn’t notice he was still outside). So he got left out in a sudden thunderstorm.

He doesn’t remember a lot of the day—he remembers being in a lot of pain, and he vaguely remembers how the Lichtenberg scars looked (temporary scars that look sort of feathery, from blood vessels bursting), but it’s all kind of a blur. He’s kind of glad that he doesn’t remember too much, honestly.

Even with what little he remembers, the experience gave him a lasting fear of thunderstorms. Even a rainstorm causes him stress, just knowing it has the potential to turn into a thunderstorm. His fear has gotten a little bit better over the years, as he puts more and more time and space between himself and getting struck. And these days it really helps that he has Carlos to take care of him during storms and make him feel safe.

The Lichtenberg scars have long since disappeared, but he does have some permanent burn scars. Some on his thigh from the coins that were in his pocket, and some on his chest and neck from a necklace he was wearing. He’s kind of self-conscious about them, and he’s really nervous the first time Carlos sees him shirtless. Carlos runs his hands along to scars--over his chest, around his neck--and tells him that he’s beautiful.

Seb also gets nervous about swimming over the summer with their friends/at camp, and strongly considers swimming in a t-shirt. But Carlos convinces him that he shouldn’t be ashamed. So he decides to forgo a t-shirt. He's nervous, but the Wildcats don't judge, or really even care. Ricky and EJ make jokes about Seb looking "badass" and Kourtney calls them tiger stripes.

[griffxnnage]

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request: hello! i was wondering if you could write a george weasley x fem!asian!reader imagine where she’s feeling insecure about her body because she has bigger thighs and hips compared to most asian girls (which is looked down on in asian culture) and george comforts her. (there was also an anon who wanted something along the lines of this!)

pairing: george weasley x fem!asian!reader

word count: 1451

warnings: body insecurity, language, mentions of a bad family relationship (very brief), a bit of angst?

a/n: ok, i’m so sorry this took forever, but i hope you like it!! please go drink some water and eat something if you haven’t yet!! <33

Looking in the steamy mirror at my wet, naked body made me feel sick. I hated looking at it, but it was like a trainwreck; I couldn't ever look away. I looked at the excess of flesh around my whole body, the stretch marks that seemed to scream, ‘Look at me!!’ on my inner thighs, my hips, my tummy and my boobs. I turned around and saw the tiger stripes creeping around my bum and the undersides of my arms. ‘Fucking disgusting,’  That little voice in my head sneered.

This was the routine after every shower; I’d look in the mirror and be disgusted by my own body, wanting it to just vanish, but it never did. It just stayed there, stretchmarks, hip dips, cellulite and all. It just was, and there was nothing I could do about it. My family never said anything about me being heavier than the average swimsuit model, but their disgusted glances confirmed their disdain for me and my ‘flab’.

“Y/N? Why are you taking so long in there? Ooh, are you doing your makeup nice and fancy?” I heard muffled George’s voice float under the crack of the door, snapping me out of my trance. “No, no, Georgie, just drying my hair real quick.” I quickly wrapped a towel around my body and set to getting ready for the day. There really wasn’t that much to do; it was a weekend, and Fred was taking care of the shop today, so George would be home all day.

“There’s my beautiful girlfriend, c’mere,” George smiled, lifting up his arms and making grabby hands at me, lying on the bed with the sheets coming up to his waist, exposing his chiseled chest. I smiled at his adorable nature, a side only I got to see, really. He wasn’t this vulnerable with anyone else to my knowledge, and that was one of the many things I loved about him.

“I said, c’mere!!” The grabby hands intensified, and a pout formed on his face. “Gimme my cuddles, love,” Oh, and there went the furrowed brows. “I’m on my way, Georgie, just gimme a minute!” I hurriedly got one of his old t-shirt’s and some pajama shorts and got into bed with him, snuggling up nice and close. 

“Hey, baby, how are you?” He whispered against my hair, pressing a small kiss into my head. I swallowed and lied, “I’m ok, how are you?”

He looked down at me lying on his chest, and took my chin in hand, and made me look at him. “Darling, what’s wrong?” He looked at me with those gorgeous brown eyes of his, the eyes I got lost in so many times, the eyes that seemed to be staring at the very center of me.

“It’s ok, love, you know you can tell me anything, right?” Those eyes searched my face, trying to read the emotions I was feeling. I was always very open with him, so he could read me like a book.

“George,” I murmured, sitting up so I could look at him properly. “Do you think I’m pretty?” It was such a vain question, but at the moment, I just felt like it had to be asked. 

“Darling, Y/N, why do you even have to ask that? You are the most gorgeous person I've ever laid eyes on. Do you want me to list off each of your stunning features?” He looked shocked when the sentence left my lips, and he looked ready to start a fight with whoever put those thoughts in my head.

“First off, your eyes. They were the first thing I noticed about you. The way they slant up and just ensnare anyone and everyone reeled me in, and I was hooked on gazing into them ever since I first made eye contact with you. Next, your beautiful face. What’s not to love? You’re the most dazzling person ever, and it makes me so sad that you don’t know it.” His words were bringing tears to my eyes; I had no idea he thought about me this way.

“And now if we travel a bit lower, you’ll find two of the most luscious pillows I’ve ever come in contact with,” He winked at me, causing my face to heat up immensely. “And just a little further down, you got another amazing pillow, that seems to move a lot whenever I do…” He stuck his cold hands under my (his) t-shirt and tickled my belly, something he knew I could never resist. A fit of giggles ensued for both of us, until I called ‘Time out!!” on the account that air was becoming hard to come by. 

After both of us cooled down, George continued his list of things, something I’d kind of wished he’d forgotten about. “And folks, if you just look over here, you’ll find the thickest thighs and the most beautiful hips you’ll ever darn see,” He giggled, totally thinking he’s the funniest guy in the world. I whined when he started poking at my thighs; they were the thing I hated most. He knew this, but apparently he wanted me to know he loved them, and he only stopped when he started kissing small kisses on my knees, and then began trailing up along my inner thigh, causing my whines to grow a bit quieter, but my breath to quicken.

His eyes were locked with mine as he slowly crawled up my body, making my face and chest heat up again; I cursed myself for being so entranced by him. He continued kissing up my body, stopping when he made it to my boobs, giving them a little more attention than everywhere else, which didn’t go unnoticed by me, and elicited giggles from the both of us again.

When he made it all the way back up, his eyes flitted back and forth between my lips and my eyes. “Y/N, I love you with every fibre of my being. You are the single most beautiful, kind, funny, smart and loving person I know, and I wouldn’t change anything about you, physically or in any other way. I love you for you, and I want you, as you are.”

I couldn’t do anything but fall even more deeply in love with him and bawl my eyes out. Another thing about George is that if he sees someone crying or getting emotional, especially someone he loves, he starts crying too. His empathy is another thing I adore about him. 

“Georgie, what did I do to deserve you?” I gasped, flinging my arms around his neck and pulling him close, inadvertently on top of me, and squashing me. I didn’t care though; I wanted to hold him as close as possible for as long as possible. “I was about to ask you the same question, love,” He buried his face in my neck, pressing small, sweet kisses into my shoulder and collarbone.

From where he was, he whispered against my neck, “I regret nothing that we’ve ever done together. I’ve loved every second of it, and I intend on making a trillion more amazing memories with you. I want to follow you to the ends of the earth, I want to be there for you when you’re feeling low, I want to share those moments when you’re elated. I want to be with you every step of the way, good or bad. You could say, for better or for worse, but I don’t think we’re ready for that, quite yet.” 

I could feel him smirking against my skin, and I just held him closer, I don’t know how I did, but it happened. If we’d been any closer, we would have become one being, just composed of love and nothing else. 

“I love you, so so much, George Weasley.” I whispered in his ear, stroking his hair and running it through my fingers, an action that had become second-nature to me over the course of our relationship. “I was about to say the same thing, love. Stop finishing my sentences, ugh,” He giggled into my skin, shaking his head to tickle me with his nose. “Georgie!!” I yelped, my neck always sensitive.

And yet another tickle fight followed, but this time, the thoughts of our future filled our heads, and only made our love grow ever so much stronger. 

“Hey, Georgie, about that ‘for better or for worse’ thing.” I stopped tickling his neck to gaze up at him. “That sounds like the best damn thing in the world!” I smiled so wide it hurt, and his face mirrored mine. 

“I’m glad you think so darling, because I wanted to ask you a question…”

[thewidowsghost]

The Daughter of the Sea - Chapter 8

(Y/n)'s POV

I know someone at camp resents Percy and me because one night, I come into the cabin alone and find a mortal newspaper dropped inside the doorway, a copy of the New York Daily News, opened to the Metro page. The article takes me almost an hour to read, because the angrier I get, the more the words float around on the page.

GIRL, BOY, AND MOTHER STILL MISSING AFTER FREAK CAR ACCIDENT

By Eileen Smythe

Sally Jackson, son Percy, and daughter (Y/n) are still missing one week after their mysterious disappearance. The family's badly burned '78 Camaro was discovered last Saturday on a north Long Island road with the roof ripped off and the front axle broken. The car had flipped and skidded for several hundred feet before exploding.

Mother, daughter, and son had gone for a weekend vacation to Montauk, but left hastily, under mysterious circumstances. Small traces of blood were found in the car and near the scene of the wreck, but there were no other signs of the missing Jacksons. Residents in the rural area reported seeing nothing unusual around the time of the accident.

Ms. Jackson's husband, Gabe Ugliano, claims that his stepson, Percy Jackson, is a troubled child who has been kicked out of numerous boarding schools and has expressed violent tendencies in the past.

Police would not say whether son Percy is a suspect in his sister's and his mother's disappearance, but they have not ruled out foul play. Below are recent pictures of Sally Jackson, (Y/n), Percy. Police urge anyone with information to call the following toll-free Crimestoppers hotline.

The phone number is circled in black marker.

I wad up the paper and throw it away, flopping down on my bunk on the far edge of the cabin under the window facing the sea.

I remain silent as Percy walks into the cabin, flopping down onto his bunk as well.

That night, I have the worst dream yet.

I was running along the beach in a storm. This time, there was a city behind me. Not New York. The sprawl was different: buildings spread farther apart, palm trees and low hills in the distance.

About a hundred yards down the surf, two men were fighting. They looked like TV wrestlers, muscular, with beards and long hair. Both wore flowing Greek tunics, one trimmed in blue, the other in green. They grappled with each other, wrestled, kicked, and head-butted, and every time they connected, lightning flashed, the sky grew darker, and the wind rose.

I had to stop them. I didn't know why. But the harder I ran, the more the wind blew me back until I was running in place, my heels digging uselessly in the sand.

Over the roar of the storm, I could hear the blue-robed one yelling at the green-robed one, Give it back! Give it back! Like a kindergartner fighting over a toy.

The waves got bigger, crashing into the beach, spraying me with salt.

I yelled, Stop it! Stop fighting!

The ground shook. Laughter came from somewhere under the earth, and a voice so deep and evil it turned my blood to ice.

Come down, little hero, the voice crooned. Come down!

The sand split beneath me, opening up a crevice straight down to the center of the earth. My feet slipped, and darkness swallowed me.

I wake up, sure I'm falling.

I am still in bed in Cabin Three. My body tells me it's morning, but it's dark outside, and thunder rolls over the hills.

A storm is brewing.

I hadn't dreamed that . . .

I hear a clopping sound at the door, a hoof knocking on the threshold.

"Come in?" Percy asks, sounding uncertain.

Grover trots inside, looking worried. "Mr. D wants to see the two of you."

"Why?" I ask, peeking through the curtain separating mine and Percy's side of the cabin.

'He wants to kill . . . I mean, I'd better let him tell you."

Nervously, Percy and I get dressed and follow, sure we were in huge trouble.

For days, Percy and I'd been half expecting a summons to the Big House. Now that we were declared children of Poseidon, one of the Big Three gods who weren't supposed to have kids, I figure it's just a crime for us to be alive. The other gods had probably been debating on the best way to punish us for existing, and now Mr. D is ready to deliver their verdict.

Over Long Island Sound, the sky looks like ink soup coming to a boil. A hazy curtain of rain is coming in our direction. I ask Grover if we'd need an umbrella.

"No," Grover says. "It never rains here unless we want it to."

Percy points at the storm, 'What the heck is that, then?"

Grover glances uneasily at the sky. "It'll pass around us. Bad weather always does."

I realize that he's right. In the week I'd been here, it had never even been overcast. The few rain clouds I'd seen had skirted right around the edges of the valley.

But this storm . . .

This one's huge.

At the volleyball pit, the kids from Apollo's cabin are playing a morning game against the satyrs. Dionysius's twins - Castor and Pollux - are walking around in the strawberry fields, making the plants grow. Everyone is going about their normal business, but they look tense; they keep their eyes on the storm.

Grover, Percy, and I walk up the front porch of the Big House. Dionysus sits at the pinochle table in his tiger-striped Hawaiian shirt with his Diet Coke, just as he had on my first day. Chiron sits across the table in his fake wheelchair. They are playing against invisible opponents - two sets of cards hovering in the air.

"Well, well," Mr. D says without looking up. "Our little celebrities."

I wait.

"Come closer," Mr. D says. "And don't expect me to kowtow to you, mortals, just because old Barnacle-Beard is your father."

A net of lightning flashes across the clouds; thunder shakes the windows of the house.

"Blah, blah, blah," Dionysus grumbles.

Chiron faints interest in his pinochle cards and Grover cowers by the railing, his hooves clopping back and forth.

"If I had my way," Dionysus says, "I would cause your molecules to erupt in flames. We'd sweep up the ashes and be done with a lot of trouble. But Chiron seems to feel this would be against my mission at this cursed camp: to keep you little brats safe from harm."

"Spontaneous combustion is a form of harm, Mr. D," Chiron puts in.

"Nonsense," Dionysus says. "Boy wouldn't feel a thing. Nevertheless, I've agreed to restrain myself. I'm thinking of turning you into a dolphin instead, sending you back to your father."

"Mr. D - " Chiron warns.

"Oh, all right," Dionysus relents. "There's one more option. But it's deadly foolishness." Dionysus rises, and the invisible players' cards drop onto the table. "I'm off to Olympus for the emergency meeting. If the boy is still here when I get back, I'll turn him into an Atlantic bottlenose. Do you understand? And Perseus Jackson, if you're at all smart, you'll see that's a much more sensible choice than what Chiron feels you two must do."

Dionysus picks up a playing card, twists it, and it becomes a plastic rectangle. A security pass. He snaps his fingers. The air seems to fold and bend around him. He becomes a hologram, a wind, then he is gone, leaving only the smell of fresh-pressed grapes lingering behind.

Chiron smiles at me and Percy, but he looks tired and strained. "Sit, Percy,(Y/n), please. And Grover."

We do.

Chiron lays his cards on the table, a winning hand he hadn't gotten to use.

"Tell me, (Y/n)," he says. "What did you make of the hellhound?"

Just hearing the name makes me shudder.

Chiron probably wants me to say, Heck, it was nothing. I eat hellhounds for breakfast. But I don't feel like lying.

"It scared me," I admit. "If you hadn't shot it, I'd be dead."

"You two will meet worse. Far worse, before you're done."

"Done?" Percy asks. "With what?"

"You're quest, of course," Chiron says. "Will you accept it?"

I glance at Grover, who is crossing his fingers.

"Sir," I say, "you haven't told us what it is yet."

Chiron grimaces. "Well, that's the hard part, the details."

Thunder rumbles across the valley. The storm clouds had now reached the edge of the beach. As far as I can see, the sky and the sea were boiling together.

"Poseidon and Zeus," I guess. "They're fighting over something valuable . . . something that was stolen, aren't they?"

Chiron and Grover exchange looks.

Chiron shoots forward in his wheelchair. "How did you know that?"

"The weather since Christmas has been weird, like the sea and the sky are fighting. Then I talked to Annabeth, and she'd overheard something about a theft. And...I've also been having these dreams."

"I knew it," Grover says, his eyes bright.

"Hush, satyr," Chiron orders.

"But it is his quest!" Grover's eyes sparkle with excitement. "It must be!"

"Only the Oracle can determine," Chiron strokes his bristly beard. "Nevertheless, (Y/n), you are correct. Your father and Zeus are having their worst quarrel in centuries. They are fighting over something valuable that was stolen. To be precise: a lightning bolt."

Percy laughs, looking nervous, "A what?"

"Do not take this lightly," Chiron warns. "I'm not talking about some tinfoil-covered zigzag you'd see in a second-grade play. I'm talking about a two-foot-long cylinder of high-grade celestial bronze, capped on both ends with god-level explosives."

"Oh."

"Zeus's master bolt," Chiron says, getting worked up now. "The symbol of his power, from which all other lightning bolts are patterned. The first weapon made by the Cyclopes for the war against the Titans, the bolt that sheered the top off Mount Etna and hurled Kronos from his throne; the master bolt, which packs enough power to make mortal hydrogen bombs look like firecrackers."

"And it's missing?" I guess.

"Stolen," Chiron corrects.

"By whom?" I ask though I guessed what he was going to say.

"By you two," Chiron says and Percy's jaw drops.

"At least"—Chiron holds up a hand—"that's what Zeus thinks. During the winter solstice, at the last council of the gods, Zeus and Poseidon argued. The usual nonsense: 'Mother Rhea always liked you best,' 'Air disasters are more spectacular than sea disasters,' et cetera. Afterward, Zeus realized his master bolt was missing, taken from the throne room under his very nose. He immediately blamed Poseidon. Now, a god cannot usurp another god's symbol of power directly—that is forbidden by the most ancient of divine laws. But Zeus believes your father convinced a human hero to take it."

"But I didn't - We didn't -" Percy goes to say.

"Patience and listen, child," Chiron says. "Zeus has good reason to be suspicious. The forges of the Cyclopes are under the ocean, which gives Poseidon some influence over the makers of his brother's lightning. Zeus believes Poseidon has taken the master bolt and is now secretly having the Cyclopes build an arsenal of illegal copies, which might be used to topple Zeus from his throne. The only thing Zeus wasn't sure about was which hero Poseidon used to steal the bolt. Now Poseidon has openly claimed you two as his children. You were in New York over the winter holidays. You could easily have snuck into Olympus. Zeus believes he has found his thief.

"But we've never even been to Olympus! Zeus is crazy!"

Chiron and Grover glance nervously at the sky. The clouds don't seem to be parting around us, as Grover had promised. They are rolling straight over the valley, sealing us in like a coffin lid.

"Er, Percy . . . ?" Grover says. "We don't use the c-word to describe the Lord of the Sky."

"Perhaps paranoid," Chiron suggests. "Then again, Poseidon has tried to unseat Zeus before. I believe that was question thirty-eight on your final exam...." He looked at Percy.

"The Golden Net?" I guess again. "Poseidon and Hera and a few other gods trapped Zeus in it and wouldn't let him out until he promised to be a better ruler?"

"Correct," Chiron says. "And Zeus has never trusted Poseidon since. Of course, Poseidon denies stealing the master bolt. He took great offense at the accusation. The two have been arguing back and forth for months, threatening war. And now, you two have come along—the proverbial last straw."

"But we're just kids!" Percy protests.

"Percy," Grover cuts in, "if you were Zeus, and you already thought your brother was plotting to overthrow you, then your brother suddenly admitted he had broken the sacred oath he took after World War II, and that he's father, not one, but two mortal heroes who might be used as a weapon against you . . . Wouldn't that put a twist in your toga?"

"But I - we didn't do anything, Poseidon - our dad - he didn't really have this master bolt stolen, did he?" Percy asks, and I remain silent in thought.

Chiron sighs. "Most thinking observers would agree that thievery is not Poseidon's style. But the Sea God is too proud to try convincing Zeus of that. Zeus has demanded that Poseidon return the bolt by the summer solstice. That's June twenty-first, ten days from now. Poseidon wants an apology for being called a thief by the same date. I hoped that diplomacy might prevail, that Hera or Demeter or Hestia would make the two brothers see sense. But your arrival has inflamed Zeus's temper. Now neither god will back down. Unless someone intervenes, unless the master bolt is found and returned to Zeus before the solstice, there will be war. And do you know what a fullfledged war would look like, Percy? (Y/n)?"

"Bad?" Percy guesses.

"I'd guess that it would be like nature at war with itself," I say and Chiron nods.

"Olympians forced to choose sides between Zeus and Poseidon. Destruction. Carnage. Millions dead. Western civilization turned into a battleground so big it will make the Trojan War look like a water-balloon fight," Chiron adds to (Y/n)'s statement.

"Bad," Percy repeats.

"And you, Percy and (Y/n) Jackson, would be the first to feel Zeus's wrath."

And then, it starts to rain. Volleyball players stop their game and start in stunned silence at the sky.

We had brought this storm to Half-Blood Hill. Zeus was punishing the whole camp because of us.

"So we have to find that bolt," I say. "And return it to Zeus."

"What better peace offering," Chiron says, "than to have the son and daughter of Poseidon return Zeus's property.

"If Poseidon doesn't have it, where is the thing?" Percy asks.

"I believe I know." Chiron's expression is grim. "Part of a prophecy I had years ago...well, some of the lines make sense to me, now. But before I can say more, you must officially take up the quest. You must seek the counsel of the Oracle."

"Why can't you tell us where the bolt is beforehand?" Percy asks.

"Because if I did, you would be too afraid to accept the challenge."

I swallow thickly. "Good reason."

"You agree then?" Chiron asks.

I exchange a glance with Percy, then Grover, who nods encouragingly.

Easy for him, I think. We're the ones Zeus wants to kill.

"All right," Percy says. "It's better than being turned into a dolphin."

"Then it's time you consulted the Oracle," Chiron says. "Go upstairs, Percy and (Y/n) Jackson, to the attic. When you come back down, assuming you're still sane, we will talk more."

. . .

"Well?" Chiron asks us.

We slump into our chairs at the pinochle table. "She said we would retrieve what was stolen.

Grover sits forward, chewing excitedly on the remains of a Diet Coke can. "That's great!

"What did the Oracle say exactly?" Chiron presses. "This is important."

My ears are still tingling from the reptilian voice. "She said we would go west and face a god who had turned. We would retrieve what was stolen and see it safely returned."

"I knew it," Grover says.

Chiron doesn't look satisfied. "Anything else?"

"No," Percy says. "That's about it."

He studies Percy's face, then meets my green gaze. "Very well. But know this: the Oracle's words often have double meanings. Don't dwell on them too much. The truth is not always clear until events come to pass."

I get the feeling he knows we're holding something back, and he's trying to make us feel better.

"Okay," Percy says, looking anxious to change topics. "So where do we go? Who's this god in the west?"

"Ah, think, Percy," Chiron says."if Zeus and Poseidon weaken each other in a war, who stands to gain."

"Someone else who wants to take over?" I guess.

"Yes, quite. Someone who harbors a grudge, who has been unhappy with his lot since the world was divided eons ago, whose kingdom would grow powerful with the deaths of millions. Someone who hates his brothers for forcing him into an oath to have no more children, an oath that both of them have now broken."

"Hades," I say, raising an eyebrow.

Chiron nods. "The Lord of the Dead is the only possibility."

A scrap of aluminum dribbles out of Grover's mouth. "Whoa, wait. Wh - what?"

"A Fury came after Percy," Chiron reminds him. "She watched the young man until she was sure of his identity, then tried to kill him. Furies obey only one lord: Hades."

"Yes, but - but Hades hates all heroes," Grover protests. "Especially if he has found out Percy and (Y/n) are children of Poseidon . . ."

"A hellhound got into the forest," Chiron continues. "Those can only be summoned from the Fields of Punishment, and it had to be summoned by someone within the camp. Hades must have a spy here. He must suspect Poseidon will try to use Percy and (Y/n) to clear his name. Hades would very much like to kill these young half-bloods before he can take on the quest."

"Great," I mutter. "That's two major gods who want to kill us."

"But a quest to . . ." Grover swallows. "I mean, couldn't the master bolt be in someplace like Maine? Maine's very nice this time of year."

"Hades sent a minion to steal the master bolt," Chiron insisted. "He hid it in the Underworld, knowing full well that Zeus would blame Poseidon. I don't pretend to understand the Lord of the Dead's motives perfectly, or why he chose this time to start a war, but one thing is certain. Percy and (Y/n) must go to the Underworld, find the master bolt, and reveal the truth."

A strange fire burns in my stomach. The weirdest thing is, it isn't fear. It's anticipation. The desire for revenger. Hades had tried to kill me two times so far with the Minotaur, and the hellhound. It is his fault my mother had disappeared in a flash of light. Now he is trying to frame me, my dad, and my brother for a theft we hadn't committed.

Grover is trembling now; he'd started eating pinochle cards like potato chips.

The poor guy had to complete a quest with me and Percy so he could get his searcher's license, whatever that is, but how can I ask him to do this quest, especially when the Oracle said we were destined to fail?" This is a suicide mission.

"Look, if we know it's Hades," Percy tells Chiron, "why can't we just tell the other gods? Zeus and Poseidon could go down to the Underworld and bust some heads."

"Suspecting and knowing are not the same," Chiron says. "Besides, even if the other gods suspect Hades—and I imagine Poseidon does—they couldn't retrieve the bolt themselves. Gods cannot cross each other's territories except by invitation. That is another ancient rule. Heroes, on the other hand, have certain privileges. They can go anywhere, challenge anyone, as long as they're bold enough and strong enough to do it. No god can be held responsible for a hero's actions. Why do you think the gods always operate through humans?"

"You're saying I'm being used," Percy says.

"I'm saying it's no accident Poseidon had claimed you and (Y/n) now. It's a very risky gamble, but he's in a desperate situation. He needs the two of you."

My dad needs us.

Emotions roll around inside me like bits of glass in a kaleidoscope. I don't know whether to feel resentful or grateful or happy or angry. Poseidon had ignored me for twelve years. Now suddenly he needed me.

3rd Person POV

Percy looks at Chiron. "You've known I was Poseidon's son all along, haven't you?"

"I had my suspicions. As I said . . . I've spoken to the Oracle, too."

(Y/n) gets the feeling that there is a lot he wasn't telling them about the prophecy, but she decides that she couldn't worry about that at the moment. After all, she and Percy were hiding back information too."

"So let me get this straight," Percy says. "We're supposed to go to the Underworld and confront the Lord of the Dead."

"Check," Chiron says.

"Find the most powerful weapon in the universe."

"Check."

"And get it back to Olympus before the summer solstice, in ten days."

"That's about right."

(Y/n) looks over at Grover, who gulps down the ace of hearts.

"But I mention that Maine is very nice this time of year?" he asks weakly.

"You don't have to go," Percy tells him. "I can't ask that of you."

"Oh . . ." He shifts his hooves. "No . . . it's just that satyrs and underground places . . . well . . ." He takes a deep breath, then stands, brushing the shredded cards and aluminum bits off his t-shirts. "You saved my life, (Y/n), Percy. If . . . if you're serious about wanting me along, I won't let the two of you down."

Percy feels so relieved that he wanted to cry, though he didn't think that would be very heroic. Grover is the only friend she'd ever had for longer than a few months. Percy isn't sure what a satyr can do against the forces of the dead but he feels better knowing he'd be with them.

"All the way, G-man," Percy turns to Chiron. "The Oracle just said to go west."

"The entrance to the Underworld is always in the west. It moves from age to age, just like Olympus. Right now, of course, it's in America."

"Where?"

Chiron looks surprised. "I thought that would be obvious enough. The entrance to the Underworld is in Los Angeles."

Percy's POV

"Oh," I said. "Naturally. So we just get on a plane -"

"No!" Grover shrieks. "Percy, what are you thinking? Have you ever been on a plane in your life?"

I shake my head, feeling embarrassed. My mom had never taken me and (Y/n) anywhere by plane. She'd always said we didn't have the money. Besides, her parents had died in a plane crash.

"Percy, think," Chiron says. "You are the son of the Sea God. Your father's bitterest rival is Zeus, Lord of the Sky. Your mother knew better than to trust you in an airplane. You would be in Zeus's domain. You would never come down again alive."

Overhead, lightning crackles and thunder booms.

"Okay," (Y/n) says, not looking up at the storm. "So, we'll travel overland."

"That's right," Chiron says. "Two companions may accompany you. Grover is one. The other has already volunteered if you will accept her help."

(Y/n)'s POV

"Gee," I say, feigning surprise. "Who else would be stupid enough to volunteer for a suicide quest like this?"

The air shimmers behind Chiron.

Annabeth Chase becomes visible, stuffing her Yankees cap into her back pocket.

"I've been waiting a long time for a quest, Seaweed Brain," she says. "Athena is no fan of Poseidon, but if you're going to save the world, I'm the best person to keep you from messing up."

"If you do say so yourself," I say. "I suppose you have a plan, wise girl?"

Her cheeks flush. "Do you want my help or not?"

The truth is, I do. I need all the help I can get.

"A quartet," I say. "That'll work."

"Excellent," Chiron says. "This afternoon, we can take you as far as the bus terminal in Manhattan. After that, you are on your own."

Lightning flashes. Rain pours down on the meadows that were never supposed to have violent weather.

"No time to waste," Chiron says. "I think you should all get packing."

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[mjmacchio1991]

hello! i hope you're having a great day! <3 so... i was just wondering, which are your 80-90s hcs for the boys? <333

Hello! So sorry this is late! My schedule has been swamped but it is all good now! I do have some 80s-90s hc's for the boys and here they are:

80s

Ponyboy got a portable color camera and used it to take photos of nature and the gang.

Johnny would apply decorative pins to every shirt and jacket he owned.

Ponyboy is a giant Earth, Wind, and Fire fan and loves to pop a tape into his Sony Sports Walkman and roller skate to the funky music.

Ponyboys halloween costumes were those vinyl masks and trash bag-like shirts (Pink Panther and other characters).

Steve wouldn’t shut up about the first moonwalk for many weeks after it premiered at Motown 25.

Darry and Dallas were giant Prince fans (bought 1999 record at launch).

The gang saved up enough money to go to a Michael Jackson concert in Kansas City on February 23, 1988 and loved it.

Ponyboy was a big advocate for the “We Are The World” foundation and bought the 45 for it along with getting a “USA For Africa” shirt.

Steve jokingly subscribed Sodapop to all those cheesy teen magazine services (16, Tiger Beat, Teen Machine, etc.) and Soda thought it was strange that he would get those magazines that promised “HOTTEST BOYS OF THE 80’S! 6 COLOR PIN-UP’S!”

Darry really liked the “Rocky” movies.

Dallas really liked the album "Bad" and the music video for it.

Once, Ponyboy accidentally put copious amounts of Razzle candies on Darry’s tab.

Johnny unironically used “grody”.

Ponyboy and Steve stayed up to watch the premiere of “Beat It” on MTV in March ‘83.

Johnny used Garfield The Cat and Odie The Dog stationary.

The gang was really into the He-Man cartoon and Ferris Bueller's Day Off.

Ponyboy would rush to record songs off the radio with his cassette recorder.

90s

When crystal Pepsi was announced, Soda’s nickname for the whole year of 1992 was “Crystal Pepsi” and he was obsessed with both the name and drink.

The boys became fascinated with BMX biking and tried making their own at the junkyard with scrap metal (Steve broke an arm going down a trash pile).

Two-Bit would like the cartoons “Ducktales” and “Darkwing Duck”.

Two-Bit somehow redirected the schools satellite after throwing rocks at it and, instead of the Tulsa weather channel, all the televisions started playing the live OJ chase in 1994 (Two got suspended for 2 weeks).

Dallas was really into timberland boots and Biggie Smalls.

Dallas also got a single diamond piercing in his earlobe (Curly did it for him with a needle and ice cube) and this inflated his ego to the max.

The gang's favorite movie to watch was “The Sandlot”.

Ponyboy, Soda, and Johnny were Sega nerds.

Johnny started to watch “The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air” and dressed like Will (denim overalls with multi-colored and baggy striped shirts).

Steve would try to fight someone if they tried to diss the remixes on Michael Jackson’s “Blood On The Dance Floor” album.

Soda and Ponyboy were total Pokemon nerds when the show started and got the first movie on tape the day it was released.

Dallas would have his video cassette tapes stacked up in his living room simply because it felt “practical” to him to have them all in one place (Johnny pleaded with him to put them in a cardboard box or something of the sorts).

Johnny was the first one in the gang to buy a CD as they all could only afford audio cassette tapes (Motown Greatest Hits CD.)

Dallas started a secret business with Tim of ripping CDs and making cheap copies to sell.

Ponyboy's favorite snack were Dunka-roos (chocolate flavored).

When their local arcade got a Nintendo 64, they all went and played it for hours for several days a week.

Darry would keep a neatly organized bin in the living room of all his recorded tapes of various movies and talk shows (with Steve's copy of the 1993 Oprah interview with Michael Jackson).

Ponyboy and Two-Bit chatted in AOL chat rooms (Two-Bit usually got them kicked.)

Two-Bit refused to pay for music once Napster came onto the scene.

Ponyboy would get frosted tips like Joey Fatone and be made fun of until his hair grew out.

Steve would wear hammer pants and wouldn’t take any lip from anyone about it.

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Cuddling With SuperM

↳ ❤︎ CARO’S NOTE: their concept is all about badassery i know but we’re dealing with seven angels so let’s talk about that shall we

warnings ⚠️ some light teasing, innuendo

length: 1.5k

taeyong

am i really telling you something ground-breaking with this:

so this guy’s truly adorable

turns into a baby what else is new

draws his knees to his chest and just enjoys the ride with his eyes closed

you can do whatever the hell you want

back rubs, head pats, foot massages, caressing the neck or underneath the chin which is particularly sweet

and a whole lot of tickling he’s kinda obsessed with this

excellent chef he is, taeyong enjoys preparing snacks for a set cuddling time or movie night

so what if this turns into feeding each other basically are you ready for that

this guy’s impossible face up close is hard to bear for the faint-hearted just mentioning that in passing here

because… he has that one yearning expression and his eye contact is very steady

bit of a duality here huh

but worry not because taeyong’s tiger inside is more of a cat actually, tyongkitty behavior guaranteed right there

he does do friendly head buts and yeah the eye contact is also a cat thing now that i think about it… it all makes sense now

ten, baekhyun, lucas and taemin are pretty cocky types of cuddlers, taeyong leads the more subdued fraction in super m

it’s the kind of cuddling that needs rainy weather and a cup of tea

ten

quality time right here

banter is always included ofc

or at least a lot of talk because with ten, conversation and cuddles go together

likes pets joining, three’s a party, a cat can always make a snuggly contribution

add a ball of wool to play around

like. a-you, a-me, and a cat right in between ya see

music is always playing in the background, always

ten’s body is very sensual… you can tell he’s a dancer by the way he’s adapting, how he’s feeling it, how he moves in general

the reflexes are just so different he has great feeling for what you wanna do next it’s his bodily intuition and he just goes along with it

what you gotta tell him though is to keep it lowkey with keeping his jazzy outfits on

a hoodie cuddles better than high fashion and spiked jackets

plus he looks adorably small in it so two birds with one stone

never forget ten is really tiny that sure makes a difference

reluctant little spoon, he keeps it face-to-face or sleeps on his back

ten is glad to be approached with hugs he’s not always doing the initiative

shy thailand angel ikr

but don’t complain if he farts because he absolutely will

goddammit chittaphon

kai

if it’s without a plushie something’s going wrong it always needs one

his favorite teddy’s gotta participate y’know he’s a social creature

in this home we don’t discriminate against plush bears

and yeah, his bear ear hoodie likewise he is sure to put it on

jongin tends to be rather taciturn because he wants to enjoy the body-to-body sensations

meaning, don’t interpret his frequent silence as awkwardness he’s just observing

is not above teasing… if his outfit is showing some skin he’ll invite you to touch the area

also enjoys you putting your hands under his sweater

he’s laughing like crazy and kicking his legs all giggly if you put your head underneath it and let it roam oh la la

yeah nini likes some wit to it for sure, and some steaminess in the mix it’s just a natural byproduct if we’re honest

dim the lights down low for this one…

but also light the candles alright

cuddling is more of a soft and steady thing there’s not much position changes going on

this is the couch not the dancefloor your honor

while we’re talking about that: jongin is a buff biatch my god

prep a water bottle to chug when you’re cuddling this guy is effortlessly hot

also know that kai will almost definitely snap a picture of you huddled together for the memory of it

baekhyun

unlike his memes, baekhyun’s cuddling behaviour is entirely predictable

will snuggle against your shoulder by default pretty much that’s his favorite area

stays glued there for two hours if you’re not busy

im not kidding

needless to say he needs a partner who can handle this level of clinginess

baekhyun can’t keep his hands to himself in general

neither can you

it’s groping x cuddling these two are a dead sure combination

keen to snuggle casually while he’s gaming, cross-legged on the ground with you massaging his back

likes to lay his head into your lap, too.

baekhug i mean back hug enthusiast. something inside his face has an inbuilt magnet that sucks him into the space between your collar bones

especially when you’re at the stove cooking

caution: love bites. lots of them. does this count as cuddles? probably. it’s not like he’s eating you or is he. oop—

what am i saying all he does is nibble alright

and oh yeah bring on the sweater weather. he can’t stay still in bed it’s gonna be a pillowfort building session though

you gotta exhaust him until he naps off lmao!

energizer bunny bf

mark

enjoys being fed watermelon during the process how else could it be

wait until this guy hears what harry styles’ watermelon sugar is all about his world will never be the same again

anyway

he’ll look so cute in his striped shirt and his round glasses awh

cuddling is his favorite way to show his trust and affection before all else

his favorite time to cuddle is before going to sleep

he usually hugs pillows so you can tell how clingy he winds up as

mark really sleeps and dreams better if you do that it has an astounding effect. cuddles are his perfect recharging if you will it’s just that he’s actually calming down through it whereas he can be nervous throughout the day so he needs that downtime

spooning is a given

what he enjoys the most about it is the warmth

markie easily gets cold sometimes he just needs that tune-up with you he’s like blink blink there goes my dose of daily heat beep beep

what the fuck

anyway again

talk about tune

just like ten he’s very talkative all the way verbal stimulation and mark lee just go together

if you compare him to taeyong there’s not much of a transformation going on mark lee on two legs is the same mark lee during cuddles it’s all copy paste

all in all a delectable experience, extremely cute and heart-melting, super m truly has a super mark

taemin

much like xuxi he has that permanent smile on his lips that tries to make you laugh

in fact taemin is hard to stop with his puns and his humor

ffs he is a true brat

taems can’t help but try to escalate this into a playfight every time

not that he doesn’t enjoy the calmer types of cuddling but he needs some action in the sack

enjoys praise along the way who are we kidding

the clothes you both cuddle in are very important alright, the fabric in particular

taemin keeps it expensive here it’s just the way he rolls

satin my dear

it’s just so satisfying to the touch

but also beware of his most lethal clothing choice which brings out his innate maknae charm the most

THE FLUFFY TURTLENECK

gyeahh

which he will use during special occasions to turn you into a cuddle monster ready to pounce him

give it up for shinee my loves they taught him well and sent him out to fluff up the world

what else is there okay we also gotta mention that cuddling consists of many little kisses here and there

taemin wants to get absolutely peppered

he is and stays a prince

lucas

ideal body type for cuddling except that it needs the right place, not the environment but the spot i mean, you can imagine

lucas can explode any smol-size couch or bed

don’t even think about trying to cuddle on regular chairs my god why would you live so dangerously

king size por favor

there is a lot to cuddle against it’s really a whole wonderland

those big ole thighs are practical cushions for anything really.

and his face is just so amicable it has to be kithed

his hands… his hands! you will feel maximum protection with those giant baby fingers around your hips i’m telling you

admittedly yukhei is hard to properly hug around the shoulders obviously that’s a drawback but hey his waist is lithe and tiny so hello there, very inviting

oh, that infectious smile.

serious cuddling: 0 — funny cuddles: over 9,000

and tasty cuddles because foodcas brings some fried rice every time oh yum

hates to go to work he really prioritizes you and cuddles go on for long long hours especially when you watch your favorite series

xuxi goes the extra mile, he will touch your hair a lot, just gently combing through it

and he doesn’t mind it when you do the same, he’s got the most angelic blonde locks after all

lu calls you beautiful all the time the cheesy mf is really pulling the standard compliment alright

cue jonas brothers sucker for you

ugh, boyfriend

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