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Hey! It’s me again! I have another platonic but Fem! Teen/young adult reader request (17-19)

So I don’t really have a preference of who it’s focused on, mostly like avenger tower family vibes so choose whatever marvel ppl you want! I’m giving full liberty with just the basic plot line.

So the reader is in their first ever relationship, but as it goes on the true colors of her bf start to show and it’s super toxic and emotionally abusive. She needs the help and support of her avenger family to get through this and make the move she knows she has too, break up with him.

and that’s it! Angsty with a fluff ending, fill it with whatever you always do such an amazing job! Cant wait to read it (if you do it) 🫶

FAMILY

⤷ STEVE G. ROGERS & ANTHONY "TONY" E. STARK & NATASHA A. ROMANOFF

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark & fem!reader & Steve G. Rogers & Natasha Romanoff (all platonic!!)

ᯓ★ Genre: platonic!, a lot of angst and some fluff

ᯓ★ Request from: normal request

ᯓ★ Story type: one shot

ᯓ★ Word count: 8k

ᯓ★ Summary: you surely couldn't expect your first ever relationship to be so toxic, you find yourself slowly moving away from your family, but as you reach a breaking point you realize it isn't healthy, luckily Steve, Tony and Natasha are there to watch your back.

ᯓ★ TW(s): toxic relationship, y/n's boyfriend tries to convince her to have sex but nothing happens (it isn't described, it's just talked about), Steve Tony and Nat beat the shit out of the boyfriend

ᯓ★ I made reader Tony's daughter because I couldn't find any other reason for her to know the avengers...hope you like it! <3

ᯓ★ My Masterlist

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ᯓ★ English isn’t my first language

You stand at the balcony of the Avengers Tower, the skyline of New York sprawling out before you, a chaotic mess of lights and sounds. It’s a chilly evening, and the breeze carries just enough bite to make you tug your sweater closer around yourself. Your dad insists you could just stay inside—“Kid, the view’s better with central heating,” he says—but there’s something grounding about standing out here.

The wind brushes your cheeks, a reminder of how real everything is, how alive this city feels. And tonight, the nervous flurry in your stomach makes everything sharper. You lean against the railing and breathe in the cold air, replaying the events of earlier today.

Your first date. The words feel foreign, even in your head. Like a secret that might explode if you say it too loudly. You’re seventeen—old enough to make your own decisions, but not old enough to escape the reality that you’re still Tony Stark’s daughter. Dating is bound to be a…sensitive subject.

The sound of the sliding glass door catches your attention, and you glance over your shoulder. Steve steps out, his expression soft as he approaches. His brown leather jacket is zipped up against the wind, and he carries a thermos in one hand. You don’t need to see the inside to know it’s probably tea—Steve drinks it like he was born in a Victorian novel.

“Thought you could use something warm,” he says, offering the thermos. His voice is calm, steady, like always, and it helps the nerves in your chest settle just a bit.

“Thanks,” you say quietly, taking the thermos. You twist the lid off, letting the steam waft up to your face. It smells like chamomile and honey. “How’d you know I was out here?”

Steve gives you a look that’s almost teasing, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “You’ve got your dad’s habit of brooding. It’s either the balcony or the workshop.”

You chuckle softly. “Fair.”

He leans against the railing beside you, hands in his jacket pockets. For a moment, neither of you speaks. It’s the kind of silence you’ve grown to love with Steve—the kind that doesn’t demand to be filled. He lets you take your time, his presence a quiet reassurance that he’s here if you need him.

Eventually, you break the silence. “So…you know how I went out today?”

Steve nods, glancing at you. “Yeah. You looked nice when you left. Natasha said the same thing.”

That brings a smile to your face. Natasha has an unspoken rule of only giving compliments when she means them, so it’s always a little extra special coming from her. “Thanks.”

Steve tilts his head, studying you. “You seemed excited. Everything go okay?”

You hesitate, gripping the thermos a little tighter. It’s not that you don’t trust Steve—he’s one of the people you trust most in the world—but saying it out loud feels…big. “I, uh…well, it was a date. My first date.”

Steve blinks, and for a split second, you see the surprise flicker across his face before he schools it into something softer. “A date?”

You nod, feeling your cheeks heat. “Yeah.”

There’s a pause, and you brace yourself for…you don’t even know what. Judgment? A lecture? Instead, Steve’s expression softens even more, and he nods slowly. “That’s a big deal,” he says quietly. “How’d it go?”

You exhale, some of the tension leaving your shoulders. “It was good. Really good, actually. I mean, we just went for coffee, but…it felt nice. Like…easy, you know?”

Steve smiles, and it’s warm and genuine. “I’m glad to hear that. You deserve someone who makes things easy.”

The relief you feel is almost overwhelming. Steve’s reaction is so…Steve. Gentle and supportive, without a trace of condescension or overprotectiveness.

“Does your dad know yet?” he asks, though his tone is more curious than concerned.

You laugh nervously. “Not exactly. I was kind of hoping to ease into that conversation.”

Steve chuckles softly. “Fair enough. Let me know if you need backup.”

“Thanks,” you say, and you mean it.

The sliding door opens again, and this time it’s Natasha who steps out. She’s wrapped in a sleek black coat, her red hair glowing faintly under the tower’s lights. Her sharp green eyes land on you and Steve, and she raises an eyebrow. “What’s going on out here? Secret balcony club?”

“Just keeping the kid company,” Steve says, his tone light.

Natasha approaches, her boots clicking softly against the floor. She leans on the railing beside you, her gaze flicking between you and Steve. “You look like you’ve got something on your mind,” she says, her voice gentle but probing.

You bite your lip, glancing at Steve for a moment before turning back to Natasha. “I, uh…I went on a date today.”

Her eyebrows lift slightly, and for a moment, you can’t read her expression. Then she smiles—small, but genuine. “First date?”

You nod, feeling your cheeks heat again. “Yeah.”

Natasha hums thoughtfully, crossing her arms. “So? Was it everything you hoped for?”

The way she asks it—casual, like she’s just asking about your favorite movie—makes you relax a little. “It was nice. Really nice, actually.”

Natasha smiles again, a little wider this time. “Good. I’m happy for you.”

The warmth in her voice takes you by surprise, and you can’t help but smile back. Natasha’s never been the overly sentimental type, but when she cares, it shows in the quietest, most genuine ways.

“Does your dad know?” she asks, echoing Steve’s earlier question.

“Not yet,” you admit. “I’m…working up to that.”

Natasha smirks, her green eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, that’s going to be fun.”

“Nat,” Steve says warningly, though there’s a hint of a smile on his face.

“What?” Natasha says innocently. “I’m just saying. Tony’s not exactly known for his…calm reactions.”

You groan, burying your face in your hands. “You’re not helping.”

Natasha laughs softly, and even Steve chuckles. Despite the teasing, their support makes you feel a little braver. You know they’ll have your back, no matter how your dad reacts.

And speaking of your dad…

The sliding door opens one more time, and Tony steps out, wearing one of his signature Black Sabbath T-shirts and a pair of sweatpants. He’s holding a tablet in one hand, his expression distracted as he glances at the screen.

“Okay, why is everyone hanging out on the balcony? Did I miss a memo?” he asks, looking up.

Your heart leaps into your throat. Steve and Natasha both glance at you, silently asking if you want them to step in. You shake your head subtly. You can handle this. You think.

“Hey, Dad,” you say, trying to keep your voice casual. “Can we…talk for a sec?”

Tony’s eyes narrow slightly, his attention now fully on you. He tucks the tablet under his arm and takes a step closer. “You okay, kid? You’re not in trouble, are you?”

“No, no trouble,” you say quickly. “I just…wanted to tell you something.”

Tony raises an eyebrow, his expression wary. “Okay…”

You take a deep breath, gripping the thermos tightly. “I went on a date today.”

The words hang in the air for a moment, and you watch as Tony’s expression shifts. First, there’s surprise. Then something that looks suspiciously like panic. Finally, he settles on an exaggerated look of calm that you don’t buy for a second.

“A date,” he says slowly. “Like…a real date? With another human being?”

You nod, biting back a smile. “Yes, Dad. With another human being.”

Tony blinks, his mouth opening and closing a few times as he processes this. “Okay. Uh. Wow. That’s…wow.”

“Smooth,” Natasha mutters under her breath, earning a sharp look from Tony.

“Hey, this is new territory for me, okay?” he says, throwing his hands up. Then he looks back at you, his expression softening. “So…was it, uh, a good date?”

You nod, your smile growing. “Yeah. It was really good.”

Tony’s shoulders relax just a little, and he exhales deeply. “Well…okay then. I mean, I’m not thrilled about the idea of anyone dating my kid, but…if it makes you happy, I guess I can live with it.”

“Thanks, Dad,” you say, your chest warming at his reluctant acceptance.

Tony points a finger at you, his expression suddenly serious. “But if they hurt you—”

“I know, I know,” you interrupt, rolling your eyes. “They’ll have to answer to Iron Man.”

“Damn right,” Tony mutters, crossing his arms.

Steve chuckles softly, and even Natasha smirks. The moment feels lighter now, the tension dissolving into something warmer. You’re grateful for all of them—for the way they care about you, even if they show it in different ways.

It starts off innocently enough—your dad, Steve, and Natasha notice you slipping out of the tower more frequently, a spring in your step that wasn’t there before. At first, it’s just occasional comments from Tony about how you’re never around for movie nights anymore. “What, did I miss the part where you developed an actual social life?” he teases one evening as you grab your jacket.

You laugh, tossing him a mock glare. “I can’t stay cooped up in here all the time, Dad.”

Steve, who’s nursing a mug of tea on the couch, raises an eyebrow. “Going out again?”

“Yep,” you say, popping the “p” as you wrap a scarf around your neck. “Just meeting Neil for coffee.”

Steve doesn’t say anything, but the corner of his mouth twitches in a small, approving smile. Natasha, who’s sprawled out on the other end of the couch, smirks as she flips through a magazine. “Careful, Rogers. If you keep smiling like that, you might give her the impression you approve.”

Steve chuckles softly. “Nothing wrong with coffee,” he says, shooting you a glance. “Just don’t forget you’ve got a curfew.”

“Got it, Captain,” you say with a mock salute, before waving goodbye to all three of them.

The dates with Neil are simple but sweet. He’s the kind of guy who knows how to make you laugh with ease, and there’s an earnestness about him that feels refreshing. He takes you to hole-in-the-wall coffee shops and quiet parks, and once, on a particularly crisp Saturday afternoon, he surprises you with tickets to a small indie concert. You spend the evening swaying to the music, his hand warm in yours, and it feels like something out of a movie.

At first, everything about him feels easy. He listens when you talk about your hobbies, laughs at your corny jokes, and doesn’t seem fazed at all by the fact that your dad is Iron Man. “Honestly,” he says on your third date, over a shared plate of fries, “I think it’s cool. But, like…you’re way cooler than him.”

The compliment makes your cheeks flush, and you try to wave it off. “You haven’t seen him in action.”

Neil just grins. “I don’t need to. I’ve seen you.”

The day you officially start dating, you decide it’s time to tell your family. You’ve been tiptoeing around the subject for weeks now, but after Neil asks you to be his girlfriend (under a canopy of string lights at a rooftop café, no less), you know you can’t put it off any longer.

That evening, after dinner, you gather your dad, Steve, and Natasha in the living room. Tony is halfway through a snarky comment about how dramatic this all feels when you blurt out, “Neil and I are officially dating.”

The room goes quiet for a moment as the words sink in. Then:

“Oh, boy,” Tony says, sinking back into the couch like he’s just been hit by a freight train.

Steve smiles gently. “Congratulations,” he says, his tone warm and sincere. “That’s a big step.”

Natasha leans forward, resting her chin on her hand. “Took him long enough to ask, huh?”

You laugh, relieved by their reactions. Tony, however, isn’t quite done processing. “Officially dating,” he mutters, rubbing a hand down his face. “Like…holding hands and calling each other ‘babe’ and all that?”

“Dad,” you groan, but Natasha snickers.

Tony looks at you, his expression softening despite his obvious discomfort. “As long as he treats you right, kid. That’s all I care about.”

“Thanks, Dad,” you say, your chest warming.

The first few weeks of the relationship are, for the most part, smooth sailing. Neil is attentive, sweet, and always quick to text you good morning or tell you how much he misses you when you’re apart. You’re still figuring out how to navigate the dynamics of dating, but it’s new and exciting, and you’re grateful to have someone who seems so genuinely into you.

Your family adjusts to the new normal, though Tony is predictably overbearing at times. He insists on knowing where you’re going and when you’ll be back, and he may or may not have threatened to run a background check on Neil. (“It’s just a precaution,” he says when you confront him about it. “You can never be too careful.”)

Steve and Natasha are more laid-back, though you catch Steve watching you with a subtle but protective glint in his eye whenever you mention Neil. Natasha, on the other hand, seems to find the whole thing endlessly amusing. “You’re growing up so fast,” she teases one day, ruffling your hair like you’re ten years old.

But then, slowly—so slowly you almost don’t notice—it starts to change.

It’s subtle at first. Neil’s texts become more frequent, and he starts asking more questions about your plans. “Who are you with?” he’ll ask when you mention hanging out with your dad or the others. “How long will you be gone?”

At first, you chalk it up to him being curious. After all, he’s never been shy about asking questions about your life. But then, one evening, you’re at dinner with your dad, Steve, and Natasha when your phone buzzes with a text from Neil. You glance at the screen, intending to answer later, but the next text comes almost immediately.

Neil: Why aren’t you answering? Neil: Are you mad at me? Neil: Hello???

“Everything okay?” Natasha asks, noticing the frown on your face.

“Yeah,” you say quickly, putting your phone down. “Just Neil.”

She raises an eyebrow but doesn’t press. You’re grateful for that.

When you finally call Neil later that night, he sounds almost frantic. “I thought you were ignoring me,” he says, his tone clipped.

“I was at dinner with my family,” you explain, trying to keep your voice calm. “I wasn’t ignoring you.”

There’s a pause before he sighs. “Okay. Sorry. I just…I guess I got in my head.”

You brush it off as a one-time thing. Everyone has off days, right?

But it doesn’t stop there. Neil starts showing up unannounced, calling you at odd hours, and getting annoyed when you don’t respond to his texts right away. Once, when you mention going to a movie with Natasha, he frowns and says, “Do you really have to hang out with her all the time?”

You laugh, thinking he’s joking, but his expression doesn’t change.

“She’s like my older sister,” you say, confused. “Of course I’m going to hang out with her.”

Neil doesn’t argue, but his mood stays sour for the rest of the evening.

The subtle possessiveness becomes harder to ignore, but you don’t tell anyone. Part of you worries they’ll overreact, especially your dad, and you don’t want to blow things out of proportion. Besides, Neil’s still sweet most of the time, and when you’re with him, it’s easy to convince yourself that the bad moments aren’t that bad.

Neil’s anger starts small, creeping into your relationship in ways you don’t immediately recognize. At first, it’s just a comment here and there, usually disguised as a joke.

“You’re always hanging out with Steve,” he says one afternoon over the phone. “You’re closer to him than me sometimes. Should I be jealous?”

You laugh nervously, brushing it off. “Neil, come on. Steve’s like another dad to me. You know that.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he says quickly, but there’s a sharp edge to his tone that makes your stomach twist. “It’s just weird, don’t you think? How much time you spend with him?”

The words linger in your mind long after the conversation ends. You tell yourself he’s just being insecure—maybe he doesn’t fully understand the dynamic you have with Steve. You don’t bring it up again, and for a while, things seem to go back to normal.

But the comments don’t stop. They build, slowly, like a storm gathering on the horizon.

One evening, after a particularly long day at school, you come home to find Steve in the kitchen, rolling out dough for one of his homemade pies. The scent of cinnamon and apples fills the air, and you instantly feel lighter.

“Rough day?” he asks, glancing up as you drop your bag by the counter.

“Kind of,” you admit, sliding onto a stool. “But it’s better now. What are you making?”

“Apple pie,” he says, smiling. “Want to help?”

You spend the next hour laughing and chatting as you help Steve prepare the pie. He tells you stories from his pre-serum days, and you tease him about his old-fashioned tastes. By the time the pie is in the oven, you feel lighter than you have all day.

Later that evening, when you’re curled up in your room with a slice of pie, Neil calls. You answer with a smile, happy to hear his voice, but the conversation takes a turn almost immediately.

“So, what’d you do after school?” he asks casually.

“Not much,” you say. “I hung out with Steve for a bit. We baked a pie together.”

There’s a long pause on the other end of the line. When Neil speaks again, his voice is tight. “You didn’t mention you were going to hang out with him.”

You blink, caught off guard. “I didn’t think I needed to? It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing.”

“Yeah, but…” He exhales sharply, and you can almost hear the irritation in his breath. “Don’t you think it’s kind of weird? How much time you spend with him?”

You frown, gripping the phone tighter. “What’s weird about it? He’s like family, Neil.”

“I know, but he’s not really your family,” Neil snaps. “It’s just…I don’t get why you’d rather hang out with him than me.”

“That’s not what this is about,” you say, your voice rising defensively. “I see you at school and on the weekends. Steve’s been part of my life for years.”

“Yeah, well, maybe I want to be the one you turn to,” Neil says, his voice cold. “Not some guy who’s old enough to be your grandpa.”

The comment stings, and for a moment, you don’t know what to say. When Neil finally sighs and mutters an apology, you force yourself to let it go. But the conversation leaves a bad taste in your mouth, one you can’t quite shake.

The pattern repeats itself in the weeks that follow. Every time you mention Steve—whether it’s grabbing coffee with him after school or sparring with him in the gym—Neil’s mood shifts. His comments become sharper, his jealousy more pronounced.

“Does he really need to spend that much time with you?” Neil says one day, his tone accusatory. “I mean, you’re not a kid anymore.”

“It’s not like that,” you insist, your frustration growing. “Steve’s just…he’s always been there for me. I don’t know why you’re making this such a big deal.”

“Because it is a big deal!” Neil snaps. “I’m your boyfriend, Y/N. I should be the one you go to for everything.”

You fall silent, the weight of his words pressing down on you. Part of you wants to argue, to tell him he’s being unreasonable, but another part of you—one that’s growing louder—worries that maybe he’s right. Maybe you’re spending too much time with Steve. Maybe Neil has a reason to feel this way.

Gradually, you start to pull away from Steve. It’s not a conscious decision at first—it’s small things, like skipping your usual coffee runs or cutting your gym sessions short. But the distance grows, and you can see the confusion in Steve’s eyes every time you make an excuse to leave.

“Everything okay?” he asks one day, after you abruptly cancel your plans to watch a movie together.

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” you say, forcing a smile. “I’ve just got a lot on my plate right now.”

Steve doesn’t look convinced, but he doesn’t push. He never does.

Neil, on the other hand, seems pleased with the shift. He doesn’t say it outright, but you can tell by the way his mood improves whenever you don’t mention Steve. The praise he gives you feels like a reward, a validation that you’re doing something right.

“You’ve been so much more present lately,” Neil says one afternoon as you sit together at the park. “It feels good, you know? Like we’re finally putting us first.”

You smile weakly, but his words leave a sour feeling in your chest. You don’t tell him how much you miss Steve, or how guilty you feel for pulling away from him. Instead, you push the feelings aside, convincing yourself that this is what a healthy relationship looks like—making sacrifices for each other.

But as the weeks turn into months, Neil’s behavior grows more erratic. His jealousy isn’t just limited to Steve anymore. He starts questioning every aspect of your life—who you’re with, what you’re doing, why you didn’t answer his call immediately.

“Why didn’t you text me back right away?” he demands one evening after school.

“I was in the middle of class,” you explain, your voice tight. “I couldn’t exactly pull out my phone.”

“Right,” Neil says bitterly. “Or maybe you just didn’t want to talk to me.”

The accusation stings, and for a moment, you feel a surge of anger. “That’s not fair, Neil,” you say, your voice trembling. “You know I care about you.”

“Then prove it,” he says, his voice low. “Stop making me feel like I’m second place.”

The relationship starts to weigh on you in ways you don’t fully understand. You’re tired all the time, your mind constantly racing with ways to keep Neil happy. You don’t laugh as much anymore, and the easy joy you used to feel around your family has been replaced with a gnawing sense of guilt.

One evening, as you sit on the balcony staring out at the city lights, Steve steps out to join you. He doesn’t say anything at first, just stands beside you, his presence a quiet comfort.

“You’ve been distant lately,” he says finally, his voice gentle. “Is everything okay?”

Your throat tightens, and you nod quickly. “Yeah. Just…busy, I guess.”

Steve doesn’t look convinced. “You know you can talk to me, right? About anything?”

The sincerity in his voice makes your chest ache, but you can’t bring yourself to tell him the truth. You’re too afraid of what he’ll say—of what he’ll do if he finds out how Neil’s been treating you. So you force a smile and say, “I know. Thanks, Steve.”

But as he walks back inside, you can’t help but feel like you’re losing something important—something you might never get back.

Neil’s anger becomes a regular feature of your relationship, simmering beneath the surface and boiling over at the most unexpected times. The restrictions on where and when you can see each other seem to fuel his frustration, and Tony’s firm refusal to let Neil visit the tower or for you to go to his house is an endless source of tension.

“Why won’t he let me come over?” Neil demands one day as you sit together under a tree on the school lawn. His voice is sharp, his fingers digging into the grass. “What’s his problem?”

You sigh, knowing the conversation is heading somewhere dangerous. “It’s not about you, Neil. My dad just…he’s overprotective. He doesn’t think it’s the right time.”

Neil scoffs, his expression twisting with disbelief. “Not the right time? It’s been four months, Y/N. What does he think I’m gonna do? Rob the place?”

“No, it’s not like that,” you say quickly, feeling a familiar anxiety creep into your chest. “He’s like that with everyone. He even monitors my other friends sometimes.”

“Yeah, well, it’s different with me, isn’t it?” Neil snaps. “He doesn’t want me around. I can feel it.”

You try to reassure him, but his words plant a seed of doubt in your mind. Maybe Neil has a point. Maybe Tony is being unreasonable.

Later that evening, as you sit across from your dad at the dinner table, you gather your courage. Natasha and Steve aren’t there—they’re on a mission—so it’s just the two of you. The timing feels perfect.

“Dad,” you start hesitantly, fiddling with your fork. “Can we talk about something?”

Tony looks up from his plate, raising an eyebrow. “Sure. What’s up, kid?”

“It’s about Neil,” you say carefully. “I was thinking…maybe it’s time you let him come over. Just once. I mean, it’s been a few months, and he really wants to meet you properly.”

Tony sets his fork down, his expression unreadable. “Y/N, we’ve talked about this.”

“I know, but—”

“No,” he says firmly, cutting you off. “I’m not budging on this. You’re seventeen. It’s too soon for him to be coming over here, and honestly, I don’t like the idea of you going to his house either.”

Your chest tightens with frustration. “Why not? You don’t even know him! He’s not some random guy off the street—he’s my boyfriend.”

“And that’s exactly why I’m being careful,” Tony says, his tone calm but resolute. “It’s my job to protect you.”

“I don’t need protecting!” you snap, your voice louder than you intended. “You’re being unfair. Other people my age don’t have these kinds of rules. Why do you have to make everything so hard?”

Tony blinks, clearly taken aback by your outburst. “Y/N, I’m not trying to make things hard for you. I’m trying to make sure you’re safe.”

“I don’t need you to control every aspect of my life,” you say, tears pricking at your eyes. “I just want to feel normal for once.”

Tony exhales, rubbing a hand over his face. “I’m sorry, kid, but my answer’s still no. This isn’t up for debate.”

The fight ends with you storming off to your room, slamming the door behind you. You bury your face in your pillow, your chest heaving with anger and frustration.

When you tell Neil about the argument the next day, he’s less sympathetic than you expect.

“See?” he says bitterly. “I told you he doesn’t want me around. He’s doing everything he can to keep us apart.”

“That’s not true,” you say, though your voice lacks conviction. “He’s just…he’s overprotective. It’s who he is.”

Neil shakes his head, his jaw tight. “No, Y/N. This isn’t normal. He’s controlling you, and you’re letting him.”

The words hit you like a slap, and for a moment, you don’t know how to respond. Neil’s expression softens slightly, and he reaches for your hand.

“Look,” he says, his voice quieter now. “I just want us to be able to spend time together without all these rules. Is that so much to ask?”

“No,” you whisper, guilt twisting in your stomach. “It’s not.”

A few days later, Neil brings up an idea that makes your heart race.

“I’ve been thinking,” he says as the two of you sit in the back corner of the school library. “What if we just…do it anyway?”

“Do what?” you ask, confused.

“What your dad doesn’t want,” Neil says, leaning closer. “You tell him we’re going to the park or something, but instead, you come to my house. Just for a little while. He’ll never know.”

Your stomach churns at the suggestion. “I don’t know, Neil. Lying to my dad…”

“Come on, Y/N,” Neil says, his tone insistent. “We’re not kids. We shouldn’t have to sneak around just to see each other. Besides, it’s not like we’re doing anything wrong. It’s just one afternoon.”

You hesitate, the weight of his words pressing down on you. Neil’s frustration is palpable, and you can feel your resolve weakening.

“Okay,” you say finally, your voice barely above a whisper. “Just this once.”

The day of the lie arrives, and you tell Tony you’re going to the park for a date. He doesn’t question it—by now, you’ve been dating Neil for four months, and these outings have become routine. You feel a pang of guilt as you walk out the door, but you shove it down, convincing yourself it’s no big deal.

Neil picks you up a few blocks away, a triumphant grin on his face. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

You force a smile, but the guilt gnaws at you as he drives to his house. It’s small and a little run-down, but Neil doesn’t seem to notice—or care. He leads you inside, his hand gripping yours tightly.

“Welcome to my kingdom,” he says with a chuckle, gesturing to the cramped living room.

You laugh weakly, your nerves making it hard to fully relax. As the afternoon goes on, Neil seems in his element, showing you around and talking about his favorite memories from growing up in the house. But something about the situation feels off—like you’re walking a tightrope, one wrong move away from disaster.

When you return to the tower later that evening, Tony is waiting for you in the living room. The sight of him makes your stomach drop, and you can tell immediately that something is wrong.

“Hey, kiddo,” he says, his tone casual but his eyes sharp. “How was the park?”

“It was fine,” you say quickly, your voice higher than usual. “We just walked around for a bit.”

Tony’s gaze narrows, and you know he doesn’t believe you. “Funny. Because FRIDAY said your tracker was nowhere near the park.”

Your heart stops. You’d completely forgotten about the tracker Tony insisted on installing in your phone for safety reasons.

“Care to explain?” he asks, his voice calm but dangerous.

You stumble over your words, trying to come up with an excuse, but it’s no use. Tony’s expression hardens as he pieces everything together.

“You lied to me,” he says, his voice quieter now. “You went to his house, didn’t you?”

Tears fill your eyes as you nod, unable to meet his gaze. “I’m sorry, Dad. I just…I didn’t know what else to do. Neil said—”

“Neil said?” Tony interrupts, his voice rising. “You let some teenage boy manipulate you into going behind my back? Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?”

“I didn’t mean to—”

“Y/N,” Tony says, cutting you off. “I told you no for a reason. Do you think I enjoy being the bad guy? I’m trying to protect you, and this is how you repay me?”

The guilt crashes over you like a tidal wave, and you can’t stop the tears from spilling over. “I’m sorry,” you whisper again, but the words feel hollow.

Tony sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Go to your room. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

You don’t argue. You don’t have the energy to. As you retreat to your room, the weight of everything—Neil’s anger, your dad’s disappointment, your own shame—presses down on you, leaving you feeling more alone than ever.

The door to your room feels like a barrier, heavy and suffocating as you lean against it, tears spilling down your cheeks. The fight with your dad replays in your head on an endless loop, his disappointment cutting deeper than any argument you’ve ever had with him before. You don’t know how to fix it—not when you’re still grappling with your own guilt and confusion. The memory of Neil’s behavior at his house earlier in the day keeps creeping in, too, making the ache in your chest even worse.

You curl up on your bed, clutching a pillow tightly as sobs wrack your body. You feel so alone—isolated from the people who love you, from the person you used to be. The past few months with Neil have drained you in ways you hadn’t even realized until now.

Meanwhile, Tony paces the living room, running a hand through his hair for the tenth time. His face is a storm cloud of emotions—anger, frustration, fear. He thought he was protecting you, but now it’s clear that something deeper is going on. Something he didn’t see.

When Natasha and Steve arrive back from their mission and walk through the door, Tony barely waits for them to set their bags down.

“Nat, Steve,” he calls, his voice sharp and urgent. “We’ve got a problem.”

Natasha exchanges a glance with Steve before they both step into the living room. “What’s going on?” she asks, her tone immediately serious.

Tony exhales sharply, running both hands through his hair now. “It’s Y/N. She lied to me today—said she was going to the park with Neil, but FRIDAY tracked her to his house. She’s never lied to me like that before.”

Steve frowns, his brow furrowing with concern. “She went to his house? Alone? Tony, that doesn’t sound like her.”

“I know,” Tony snaps, his frustration spilling over. “That’s what worries me. Something’s going on with this kid, and I don’t like it. I could tell she was upset, but she wouldn’t tell me why.”

Natasha’s eyes narrow, her instincts kicking in. “Where is she now?”

“In her room,” Tony says, his voice softer now. “Crying.”

Without another word, Natasha heads toward your room, her expression unreadable. Steve looks at Tony, his concern deepening. “You think this Neil kid’s bad news?”

“I don’t just think it,” Tony says grimly. “I know it.”

Natasha knocks lightly on your door before opening it, finding you curled up on your bed, your face buried in your pillow. The sight makes her heart ache. She’s always had a soft spot for you, and seeing you like this—broken and vulnerable—ignites a protective fire inside her.

“Hey, kid,” she says gently, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. “Can I sit?”

You sniffle and nod, not looking up. Natasha sits on the edge of the bed, her presence warm and steady. She doesn’t say anything at first, just rests a comforting hand on your back.

“What’s going on, Y/N?” she asks softly. “Talk to me.”

At first, you can’t bring yourself to speak. But Natasha’s patience, her quiet understanding, makes the words come pouring out in a flood of emotion.

“It’s Neil,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “He…he gets so mad all the time. Especially about Steve. He doesn’t like how close I am to him, and he says it’s weird. And every time I try to explain, he just—he makes me feel like it’s my fault.”

Natasha’s hand stills for a moment, her jaw tightening. “What else, Y/N?” she asks, her voice calm but firm. “There’s more, isn’t there?”

You hesitate, but the weight of everything you’ve been carrying is too much. “I…I stopped spending time with Steve because Neil got angry every time I mentioned him. He said I was putting Steve before him. And I believed him, Nat. I thought I was doing something wrong.”

Natasha’s chest tightens, but she doesn’t interrupt. She lets you keep going.

“And today…” Your voice falters, tears streaming down your cheeks again. “When I went to Neil’s house, he…he tried to get me to sleep with him. He kept saying it’s what couples do, that it’s normal and that if I really loved him, I’d do it.”

Natasha’s hand tightens into a fist, but she keeps her voice steady for your sake. “What happened then?”

“I told him no,” you say, your voice breaking. “I was firm, but he got so mad, Nat. He wouldn’t yell, but he…he just looked at me like I was worthless. Like I was letting him down. And then he told me to leave.”

Natasha’s heart breaks for you, but anger burns hot in her chest. “Y/N,” she says gently, her voice laced with determination. “This isn’t your fault. None of it. Do you understand me?”

You nod weakly, but Natasha can see the doubt lingering in your eyes. She squeezes your hand, her expression softening. “We need to tell Steve and your dad. They need to know what’s been going on.”

Your stomach twists at the thought. “Nat, I can’t. They’ll be so mad…”

“They won’t be mad at you,” Natasha says firmly. “They’re going to be mad at Neil. And trust me, they’ll want to make sure this never happens again.”

After a long moment, you nod, though the thought still fills you with dread. Natasha wraps an arm around you, holding you close. “It’s going to be okay, Y/N,” she says softly. “We’ve got you.”

When Natasha brings you into the living room, Tony and Steve immediately stop talking, their eyes snapping to you. Steve’s expression is filled with concern, while Tony looks like he’s barely holding it together.

“What’s going on?” Tony asks, his voice tight.

Natasha gestures for you to sit, and you sink into the couch, your hands trembling. Natasha takes a seat beside you, her hand resting on your shoulder as a quiet reassurance.

“Y/N has something to tell you,” she says gently.

You hesitate, your throat tightening with fear. But Natasha gives you an encouraging nod, and you take a shaky breath before speaking.

“It’s about Neil,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “He’s been…he’s been acting really controlling. He gets mad at me for spending time with Steve, and he says things that make me feel like I’m doing something wrong. And today, when I went to his house, he…”

You falter, tears streaming down your cheeks. Natasha squeezes your shoulder, and you force yourself to continue.

“He tried to convince me to sleep with him,” you say, your voice trembling. “And when I said no, he got mad and told me to leave.”

The room goes silent, the weight of your words sinking in. Tony’s face turns white, then red with anger, his hands clenching into fists. Steve’s expression hardens, his jaw tightening as he processes what you’ve just said.

“That little…” Tony starts, but his voice trails off, his anger too intense for words. He stands abruptly, pacing the room like a caged animal. “He tried to pressure you? He made you feel like that?”

Steve doesn’t say anything at first, but the look in his eyes is terrifying—cold and resolute. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and steady, but it’s laced with fury. “Where is he?”

“Steve,” Natasha says warningly, though her own anger is evident.

“No,” Steve says sharply. “This kid thinks he can treat her like this? That he can manipulate her and push her around? He doesn’t get to walk away from this.”

Tony stops pacing, his expression dark. “I’m with Steve on this one. I want to have a talk with this kid.”

“Guys,” Natasha interjects, her voice firm. “We need to focus on Y/N right now. She’s been through enough without us going full-on vigilante.”

But even Natasha can’t hide the anger simmering beneath her calm exterior. She turns to you, her voice softening. “Y/N, we’re not going to let him hurt you again. Do you understand? You’re safe here.”

You nod, though the intensity of the moment makes your heart race. Seeing your family so fiercely protective of you is overwhelming, but it also fills you with a sense of relief you didn’t realize you needed.

“We’ll handle this,” Tony says, his voice steel. “He’s not coming near you again. I’ll make sure of it.”

Steve nods, his expression unyielding. “If he even tries, he’ll regret it.”

For the first time in weeks, you feel a glimmer of hope. You’re not alone in this. You have a family—a real family—that will do whatever it takes to protect you. And in that moment, you know you’ll be okay.

You sit on the couch in the living room, staring at your hands as Natasha, Steve, and Tony sit across from you. The air feels heavy, but not suffocating—it’s filled with a strange mix of tension and support. They know what you’ve decided, but they’re here to make sure you’re prepared.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Steve asks gently, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees. His voice is steady, but his concern is evident.

You nod, though your stomach twists with nerves. “Yeah,” you whisper. “I can’t keep doing this. It’s not healthy, and…it’s not who I am.”

“Good,” Natasha says, her voice firm but kind. “You’re doing the right thing, Y/N. But remember what we talked about—keep it public. Somewhere safe.”

You glance at her and give a small, grateful smile. She’s been your rock through all of this, offering advice, comfort, and a plan. “I was thinking the park. It’s open, and there’s always people around.”

Tony shifts in his seat, his jaw tight. “I still don’t like the idea of you being anywhere near him. But…I get it. You need to do this.”

Your eyes meet his, and you can see the turmoil in his expression. He looks like he’s holding himself together for your sake, but you know this has been eating him alive. You nod, hoping to reassure him, even if only a little.

The next afternoon, you sit on a bench in the park, the crisp air biting at your cheeks. Neil arrives five minutes late, his usual smirk plastered on his face. The sight of it makes your stomach churn. You know what you have to do, but that doesn’t make it any easier.

“Hey,” he says, leaning down to kiss your cheek. You flinch ever so slightly, and his eyes narrow. “What’s wrong?”

You take a deep breath, your fingers twisting nervously in your lap. “Neil, we need to talk.”

His smirk fades, replaced by a frown. “Talk about what?”

You glance around, your heart pounding in your chest. The park is busy, as you hoped it would be—families walking their dogs, joggers passing by, kids playing on the swings. You focus on that, drawing strength from the bustling normalcy around you.

“This isn’t working,” you say finally, your voice trembling but resolute. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Neil stares at you, his expression darkening. “What are you talking about? What do you mean you can’t do this?”

“I mean us,” you say, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “I don’t feel safe with you, Neil. The way you’ve been treating me—it’s not okay. And I can’t let it keep happening.”

He laughs bitterly, shaking his head. “Oh, come on, Y/N. Don’t tell me you’re letting your dad and his little Avengers club put ideas in your head. They’ve always hated me.”

“This isn’t about them,” you snap, surprising even yourself with the strength in your voice. “This is about you and the way you’ve treated me. You’ve been controlling, manipulative, and—”

“Manipulative?” he interrupts, his voice rising. “You’re the one who lied to your dad to see me! And now you’re turning this on me?”

Your throat tightens, but you hold your ground. “I lied because you pressured me to. And that’s exactly why this is over. I can’t keep sacrificing myself to make you happy.”

Neil’s face hardens, and for a moment, you think he might yell. But instead, he scoffs, stepping back with a sneer. “Fine. If that’s how you want it, Y/N. But don’t come crying to me when you realize you’ve made a mistake.”

He turns and walks away without another word, leaving you sitting on the bench, your heart pounding and your hands trembling. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. It’s done. You did it.

When you return to the tower, Natasha is the first to greet you. She doesn’t say anything, just pulls you into a hug, her arms warm and reassuring. You bury your face in her shoulder, finally letting the tears fall. They’re not tears of sadness, but of release—a weight lifting off your chest.

Steve joins you next, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. “Proud of you, kid,” he says softly, and the warmth in his voice makes you smile through your tears.

Tony stands a few feet away, watching you with an unreadable expression. He doesn’t rush over like the others, but you can see the tension in his posture, the way he clenches and unclenches his fists. When the others step back, he clears his throat.

“Good job, kid,” he says, his voice gruff. But there’s something in his eyes—something deeper, more complicated—that makes your chest tighten.

The weeks that follow are a process of healing. Slowly but surely, you begin spending time with Steve again, though it takes effort to shake off the guilt and fear that Neil planted in you. Steve is patient, never pushing too hard, always letting you set the pace. His kindness reminds you of what real love and support look like, and you cling to that as you rebuild your sense of self.

Tony, however, takes the fallout the hardest. He’s quieter than usual, throwing himself into his work even more than normal. You notice the way he watches you when he thinks you’re not looking—like he’s searching for signs that you’re okay but too afraid to ask.

One evening, you find him in his workshop, hunched over a piece of tech. You knock lightly on the glass door, and he glances up, surprised.

“Hey,” you say, stepping inside. “Got a minute?”

“Always,” he says, setting down his tools and leaning back in his chair. “What’s up?”

You hesitate, unsure how to start. “I just…I wanted to check in on you. You’ve been…distant.”

Tony raises an eyebrow. “Distant? Me? No way. I’m a ray of sunshine.”

“Dad,” you say softly, cutting through his sarcasm. “I know you’re blaming yourself. And I just…I don’t want you to.”

Tony sighs, running a hand through his hair. “It’s hard not to, kid. You’re my daughter. My job is to protect you, and I feel like I failed.”

“You didn’t fail,” you say firmly, stepping closer. “You’ve always protected me. You’ve always been there for me. But you can’t control everything, Dad. And what happened with Neil—it wasn’t your fault.”

He looks at you, his eyes filled with guilt and pain. “I should have seen it, Y/N. I should have known something was wrong.”

“I didn’t even know something was wrong,” you say gently. “Not at first. And when I did, I was too scared to say anything. That’s not on you. That’s on me.”

Tony shakes his head, his voice breaking. “You’re just a kid, Y/N. You shouldn’t have had to go through that.”

You reach out, placing a hand on his arm. “I’m okay now, Dad. Because of you. Because of Steve and Nat. You guys helped me find the strength to stand up for myself. And that means everything to me.”

Tony’s eyes shine with unshed tears as he pulls you into a tight hug. “I love you, kid,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “More than anything.”

“I love you too, Dad,” you whisper, clinging to him like a lifeline. In his arms, you feel safe—truly safe—for the first time in months. And you know, no matter what happens, your family will always have your back.

Spin Off

The park is quiet in the early evening, with the faint sounds of laughter and rustling leaves carried on the wind. Neil sits on a bench, scrolling through his phone with an air of smug indifference. He hasn’t noticed the three figures approaching him, their presence cutting through the serenity of the setting like a blade.

Natasha is the first to reach him. She moves with purpose, her expression cold and unreadable, her steps almost silent. Steve follows closely, his jaw tight and his fists clenched. Tony lingers behind, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets, but his face is a thunderstorm of barely contained rage.

Neil looks up just as Natasha reaches him, and his smirk falters when he meets her icy stare. “What the—”

Before he can finish his sentence, Natasha grabs the front of his shirt and yanks him to his feet with surprising strength. Her face is inches from his, her green eyes piercing. “We’re going to have a little chat,” she says coolly, her voice dripping with menace. “And by the end of it, you’re going to wish you never met Y/N.”

Neil’s mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, but no words come out. He looks over Natasha’s shoulder, his eyes darting to Steve and Tony. Steve crosses his arms over his chest, his imposing frame casting a long shadow. Tony, meanwhile, takes a step forward, his lips curling into a dangerous smirk.

“Relax, junior,” Tony says, his tone mockingly casual. “We’re not here to hurt you. Much.”

Neil scoffs, regaining some of his bravado. “You can’t just—”

He doesn’t get to finish. Natasha shoves him back onto the bench, her movements quick and efficient. “Listen carefully, Neil,” she says, her voice sharp as a blade. “Y/N is family to us. And you? You crossed the line.”

Steve steps forward, his tone calm but firm. “You manipulated her. Controlled her. Hurt her. That ends now.”

“Or,” Tony adds, crouching down to Neil’s eye level, “we can make sure your life becomes very, very unpleasant. Your choice, Romeo.”

Neil’s smirk returns, though it’s more nervous than confident. “You can’t threaten me. I could call the cops, you know.”

Tony laughs, a dry, humorless sound. “Oh, please do. I’d love to explain to them how you pressured a seventeen-year-old girl into sneaking around behind her family’s back, tried to isolate her from the people who love her, and then threw a tantrum when she wouldn’t let you pressure her into something she didn’t want.”

Natasha leans in closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Here’s the thing, Neil. You don’t scare us. But we? We terrify you.”

Neil’s face pales, and he looks to Steve for some kind of reprieve, but the super-soldier’s expression is unyielding. “You don’t come near her again,” Steve says, his voice as solid as steel. “Not at school. Not at the park. Not anywhere.”

“And don’t even think about calling or texting her,” Tony chimes in, standing to his full height and looming over Neil. “Because if you do, I’ll know. And believe me, you don’t want me showing up at your house.”

Neil swallows hard, his bravado crumbling. “I-I get it,” he stammers. “I won’t bother her.”

“That’s not good enough,” Natasha says, her tone icy. “Say it like you mean it.”

“I won’t bother her,” Neil repeats, his voice shaking. “I swear.”

Tony steps closer, his face mere inches from Neil’s. “Good. Because if you so much as breathe in her direction again, I’ll make it my personal mission to ruin your life. And trust me, kid—I’m very good at what I do.”

Natasha lets go of Neil’s shirt, and he collapses back onto the bench, visibly shaken. She straightens her jacket, her gaze never leaving him. “Consider this your one and only warning.”

The three of them turn and walk away, leaving Neil frozen in place, his phone forgotten on the bench beside him. As they leave the park, Tony looks at Natasha and Steve, his expression still simmering with anger.

“I swear,” he mutters, “if he so much as thinks about Y/N again—”

“We’ll handle it,” Natasha says calmly, though her voice is laced with the same fury. “He knows better now.”

Steve nods, his jaw still tight. “She’s safe. That’s what matters.”

Tony exhales sharply, his hands still clenched into fists. “Damn right she is.” And with that, they leave Neil to stew in his fear, knowing full well he won’t dare cross their family again.

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Rem and Reg have a very perfect day.

Romantic moonwater. Stick your “platonic moonwater” in a sack, mister.

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[agirlwithglam]

The secret to actually being interesting and fun:

Is to be interestED

Guys fr tho, talk about others. Ask OTHER people questions, react to what they say, get interested!! You may think that they are super interested in what you have to say, but most of the time, they dont actually care if ur someone who talks about yourself a lot.

Normally you can tell when somebody isn’t as interested as you’d like and if you start to see that. Stop talking immediately and ask THEM a question.

Also remember that if you have nothing to say but you want to keep a conversation alive, don’t insult them, don’t desperately compliment them as a way to get them to like you, ask about them. TAKE AN INTEREST IN THEM!! And if you genuinely do like something about them, then do compliment it + ask a follow up question!

(And esp if you find that they start getting excited/ passionate about that subject, encourage them to talk about it more!)

Compliment + follow up questions:

“omg i love ur (hair) curls, what’s ur secret!”

Your neckless is stunning it goes with your vibe so well! Where’d you get it from? (Might be a present, and then you can ask about that person!)

You’re so good at [school subject], how??

Questions examples:

Any plans when you get home?

What did you do over the weekend?

What’s your fav song? / do u like Sabrina carpenter/ Taylor swift? (Then proceed to bond and fangirl over the songs)

How’s your day been so far? (Sometimes asking the most simple questions can make a person feel seen)

What do you want to be when you’re older?

How would you describe your dream partner?

Etc etc etc

Also I found this on Pinterest and its all you need: Pinterest link <3

[val-made-a-mistake]

Currently imagining a scenario where you and Eddie have some sort of split custody arrangement for Venom, and you have some sort of NSFW dream about Eddie, and Venom sees the whole thing because of brain link or whatever, and then shares this exciting development with Eddie the next time he's bonded to Venom

venom is definitely not one to keep a secret, for sure 😭 thank you so much for your request, i hope you enjoy. :) smut-wise, it's a bit more focused on eddie than my previous fics where it was either symbiote-focused or an even split, hope that's okay. this was SO much fun to write!

warnings: brief smut, mentions of oral f receiving, mentions of "striking" the reader but it's totally a misunderstanding, loneliness, mentions of eating people/murder

word count: 3.3k

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It had been six days since Eddie had left for Seattle, and honestly, you hadn’t been expecting to fall into this loneliness so quickly. Venom might have been keeping you company by providing you with an endless stream of commentary in your inner conscience, and the chickens were constantly squawking and squabbling and wandering the length of the apartment as per usual, so it wasn’t like the space was totally silent, but still, Eddie’s absence was more saddening than you thought it would be. Over the course of the six days, you struggled to busy yourself. Of course you preferred Eddie having a job as to being without one, but one thing you particularly hated was how vague investigative jobs were, so as a result, you had no idea when he would come back or how long the work would take to be done.

For the time being, it looked like you were stuck here.

Before he’d left, Eddie had asked you to babysit Venom and his apartment, and now that you’d been here for an extended amount of time, you felt horribly restless.

Feeling the weight of the quiet apartment settling in, you cast a glance around the room. The hum of the refrigerator seemed to amplify in the sort-of silence, and you found yourself drawn to staring at Eddie's belongings scattered around.

Your gaze fell on a framed photograph on the shelf – Eddie with a carefree grin, arm slung around your shoulders. The memories flooded back, and a bittersweet smile touched your lips.

As if sensing your thoughts, Venom's voice rumbled in your mind.

EDDIE IS DEFINITELY MISSING OUT WITHOUT US AROUND.

The symbiote's attempt at comfort was appreciated, but it only deepened your sense of solitude.

Sighing you folded yourself into a ball on the couch, tucking your chin into your knees. The TV in front of you was off, and you had no intention to turn it on. For now, it was okay to mull in the quiet.

You mumbled into your knees, “What do you think he's up to in Seattle?" 

CATCHING BAD GUYS. KICKING BUTT. EATING SEATTLE FOOD. ZOOMING AROUND. ACTING PATHETIC WITHOUT US THERE.

“V, you and I don’t know anything about investigative journalism,” you put in gently.

Venom was, of course, offended.

I KNOW A LOT ABOUT EATING BAD GUYS!

“Yeah, but Eddie won’t let you eat bad guys in Seattle any more than he does here.”

It was at that moment that Venom popped out from your shoulder blade, miniature head scowling.

HE SHOULD!

“Wanna go get a bite to eat?” you interjected, effectively ending the conversation. “I’ll even let you drive, if you want.”

Venom grinned much too wide for his intentions to be anything but nefarious, so you quickly added, “No eating people.”

You turned fast and pointed to the pizza box sign in the kitchen. “Eddie might not be here, but that rule’s definitely still active while you’re in my body, okay?”

Venom, for lack of a better word with his gaping mouth full of super-sized fangs, pouted.

YOU ARE NO FUN!

I just don’t want to be involved in any murder, you wanted to say, but slimy, black, glittering goo was already wrapping and contorting around your middle. Venom was enveloping you, taking over.

It was a bit of an unpleasant sensation as Venom’s monstrous gooey head locked into place over where yours used to be, and rows of impressive fangs unfolded in your suddenly super-sized mouth. It felt like somebody had cracked an egg over your head and the yolk was dripping down your body. You weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to it. You had no idea how Eddie put up with it.

For how quickly his annoyance started, Venom seemed to get over it pretty quickly. He grinned and licked his lips.

I WOULD LIKE TO GO TO MCDONALDS.

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The room was shrouded in the quiet stillness of the night. The dim glow of a bedside lamp cast a warm pool of light on the walls, creating a cozy haven within the four corners of Eddie’s bedroom. You were in bed. Venom, for the first time that day, was quiet.

Under the soft blanket, your eyelids were growing heavy with the weight of the day's endeavours. You still missed Eddie, a lot, so much that your nightly FaceTime call almost wasn’t enough. Seeing his face on your laptop screen was just a further reminder of how far two states away felt, and how binded you felt to him since you met him — he pulled at you without even realizing it, like you’d been sewn together with invisible thread.

Hopefully he wouldn’t be in Seattle for too much longer.

The rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall seemed to synchronize with the slowing pace of your breath. As the minutes ticked away, you found yourself on the threshold of the dream world, caught between wakefulness and the gentle pull of slumber. Not even the distant murmur of passing cars was enough to distract you now.

Closing your eyes, you surrendered to the sensation of falling asleep, gently gliding down into the abyss of dreams. Eddie’s bedroom, once familiar and defined, now blurred at the edges, transforming into a surreal landscape of colours and shapes.

As you drifted further into the realms of slumber, a sensation of weightlessness enveloped you. It was as if you were floating on a sea of tranquility, carried away by the ebb and flow of your own breath. The boundaries between reality and imagination began to dissolve, and the world outside melted.

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Sometime between now and then, you’d ended up bent over in Eddie’s lap, on a couch that felt just like his couch, but was ambiguous enough that it could’ve been anywhere. Things were slightly blurry around the edges, surreal enough to have you breathless, but real enough that you weren’t questioning your surroundings.

“Holy shit,” Eddie breathed as he tilted his head, carefully examining the swelling ass on his lap. Your pussy was dripping, there was a dribble of arousal forming, but in all honesty, he was a little scared to touch you, he didn’t want to hurt you. “I don’t think I’m getting a finger in there, girl. Wow.”

“Luckily, I’m not that fragile,” you responded playfully as you arched your back for him. Eddie bit his lip as this only accentuated the curve of your ass.

“God,” he whispered as he ran a hand up your thigh: he was able to break them apart easily, and he pulled one leg over his lap, wedging you firmly between his legs.

Even though you were already soaking wet, Eddie’s fingers ran over your dripping slit for a moment, as if he were admiring the way your pussy fluttered at his touch in front of him.

God, you could just feel how wet you were, and you bit your lip, anticipating for Eddie to lean forward, and—

Y/N!!!

In an instant you’d jumped awake: you’d sprang to attention without really realizing how you’d done it, scrambling for the lamp. “What’s going on?”

Venom was protruding from your shoulderblade again, bouncing even more than normal, very clearly in extreme distress.

SWEET GIRL. WE ARE RECEIVING VISIONS.

You stifled your yawn with your hand. “V, do you mean, like - like a dream?”

WE ARE RECEIVING VISIONS! RECEIVING VISIONS OF EDDIE EATING YOU! THIS IS VERY SERIOUS! WE NEED TO KEEP YOU SAFE!

Your cheeks instantly warmed, and you froze, scrambling for something to say. “Oh - oh, shit, Venom - that - I’m so sorry, but I really don’t think that was what you think it was.”

HE WAS STRIKING YOU! Venom snapped.

Oh my god. He really saw all of that.

You reached for the water bottle on your nightstand. “V, you seriously don’t need to worry about this. It wasn’t real. It was a dream. Nothing bad will come from it."

Venom was, of course, still hysterical.

IT WAS A PROPHECY! THIS IS BAD!

I wouldn’t mind if it was a prophecy, you thought selfishly before you could stop yourself, but you shoved it down. “Everything’s alright, Venom. Okay? Everything's fine. Let’s just go back to bed.”

I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE FOR CARING ABOUT YOU, Y/N.

You were already sliding back under the blanket. “I’m not asking you to, V. I appreciate it.”

You hesitated.

“Just, uh, next time you’re bonded to Eddie, please don’t tell him about this, okay? It could make him - I don't know, uncomfortable. You know, I - I don’t know how he’d react to the prophecy of him supposedly hurting me, that’s all. I don’t want to worry him.”

(You were hoping wildly that he would accept, and you and Venom would never talk about this again.)

In a move you’d never seen before, Venom raised one gloopy, black tentacle towards you, and recognizing the movement, you extended your pinky towards him. Your pinky and the black goo linked together for a moment, signifying your trust.

Venom grinned, now bouncing significantly less.

I NEVER BREAK A PINKY PROMISE, SWEET GIRL.

You raised your eyebrow.

I TRY NOT TO.

You were much too tired for any of this, you simply turned over to switch off the lamp and finally return to whatever remnants of that dream was left. “Okay then. Goodnight, V.”

//////

It was satisfying to have everything fall back into the natural order once Eddie returned home from Seattle. You returned to your own apartment on the opposite side of town, but of course visited frequently, and Eddie was grateful to be back in a low-stakes environment once more, with a snarky symbiote that would terrify anyone who would try to harm him. Seattle had been thrilling, and he'd recounted the adventure to you several times, but now he was back to something familiar.

The job was done. He was covered for the time being. Freelancing was difficult, but for now, everything would be okay.

In the intervening time, Venom talked about you, a lot. Ever since he met you, he’d taken to mentioning you. But ever since you’d agreed to split custody of the symbiote, and especially since Eddie had disappeared for Seattle, he was talking about you even more.

I AM WORRIED ABOUT Y/N, he said one day.

Eddie was idly clicking through TV channels, watching everything from the news to a police drama to a basketball game zoom past, finding none of them interesting. “Why?”

I DO NOT WANT ANY BAD OMENS TO BE FOLLOWING HER. WE NEED TO KEEP HER SAFE.

“What makes you say that?” he asked, a bit confused.

Venom suddenly popped out of his shoulder, howling.

SHE - SHE HAS -

Before Venom could get any actual words out, Eddie was lifted from the couch as the symbiote rose and slammed his head into the ceiling, denting it severely and sending bits of drywall raining down from the heavens like it was a form of self-punishment.

As quickly as it started, Eddie had been dropped on the couch, red in the face and gasping for air.

Venom hardly noticed: he seemed to be in extreme distress.

I WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL!

Eddie put a hand to his throat, still sweaty and gasping, forcing an inhale. “V - what?”

Venom was beside himself, now.

Y/N IS RECEIVING VISIONS! VISIONS OF YOU!

"Visions? What do you mean, visions of me?" Eddie asked, his concern deepening. Suddenly, he wasn’t feeling half-strangled anymore. His mind was racing, his thoughts a jumble of confusion and worry. "What kind of visions? Is she in danger?" 

He couldn't fathom what could be causing you to have distressing dreams about him.

Right after Seattle? Right after he thought the work was finished?

I DO NOT KNOW. BUT WE MUST PROTECT HER.

Without waiting for further response, Venom oozed off Eddie's shoulder and began slithering around the room, agitated.

Eddie remained on the couch, trying to process this information. "If something's going on, then we need to talk to her, right? Figure out what's happening."

I AGREE. SHE IS PART OF US, AND WE WILL NOT LET ANY HARM BEFALL HER.

He paused, awkwardly.

BUT PLEASE LET HER KNOW I AM SORRY. I WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO SHARE THIS WITH YOU, EDDIE. SHE SAYS SHE DOES NOT WANT TO WORRY YOU. SHE DOES NOT SHARE THE SAME CONCERN I HAVE.

It didn’t matter: Eddie was already grabbing his phone and dialling your number, fingers tapping nervously against his screen.

After a few tense rings, you picked up.

“Hey, Eddie!”

"Hey, we need to talk," Eddie said urgently, glancing at Venom, who was now wrapping himself around the coffee table, sticky and pulsating, in deep despair.

Concern filled your voice. "Is everything okay?"

“Oh, I mean, yeah, right now it is,” he responded wildly, vaguely aiming for nonchalant. “I was just talking to V, you know, and he said something, and - I just kinda wanted to call, y’know, see if you were alright-”

“Oh, I'm fine,” you confirmed, but you still sounded confused. “I don’t have anything going on today, so I’m just spending some time to myself. What did V tell you?”

Across from Eddie, Venom moaned in despair, a mere gooey black glob of depression on his sitting room floor.

SWEET GIRL, I AM SORRY!

“He said you were getting some disturbing visions, and not gonna lie, it kinda freaked me out a bit,” Eddie said sheepishly, hoping you hadn’t heard that. “I just wanted to call and see if you were okay, that’s all. I know this is random. Sorry. Just, with the nature of the last case, y’know, up in Seattle-”

It didn’t take long before he realized he was rambling again about the Seattle case, so he stopped. “Sorry.”

"No, it's okay."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, then a sigh.

Of course this was happening.

“Eddie, there’s been a misunderstanding,” you said. “Just, look - do you mind coming over? I’ll explain everything to you once you’re here. This might be better in person.”

Eddie was on his feet in an instant. “Sure, yeah.”

//////

Eddie rushed through the city streets, a mixture of worry and curiosity gnawing at him. Venom was bonded to him again, because he’d rather not think about the consequences of a depressed Venom lingering around the apartment while he was out, and the symbiote seemed to writhe within him with impatience. Or maybe that was just the motorbike rumbling underneath him. Whichever it was, he felt nauseous.

The symbiote had a tendency to jump to conclusions, but Eddie definitely couldn't shake the unease that settled in his gut.

Upon arriving at your apartment, Eddie knocked hastily.

To his surprise, you opened the door with a small smile.

"Hey," you greeted, ushering him inside. "Thanks for coming over."

Eddie nodded, glancing around your living room as if expecting something unusual. Venom, still on edge, clung within him like a sentient black backpack.

He didn’t want to come off as too eager, or too worried, so he just shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and hoped he looked casual despite the storm of questions brewing inside of him.

“So - what’s the deal?”

Deep inside of him, Venom was quivering with fright. As his gooey molecular form had to be closely intertwined with several of his most important organs right now, it was very hard not to notice the sensation.

You winced. “He’s just freaking out about nothing. There’s no bad omens or visions. I just had a dream, and you were in it. Simple stuff. Nothing to worry about.”

“It wasn’t a bad dream?” Eddie said, cautious.

You were definitely closer, now. “Actually, I’d say it was a pretty damn good dream.”

Eddie’s breath was caught in his throat. Out of everything that could’ve happened tonight, he definitely hadn’t been expecting…this.

He was a little confused, honestly. What was going on? The hairs on the back of his neck were raised, but he didn't feel as though he was in danger. On the contrary, he felt quite warm.

“Let me show you?” you offered.

"Okay," he bit out before he was conscious of making the decision, and you were stepping in front of him, and realizing, he closed his eyes on instinct--

The kiss that followed was absolutely dizzying.

There was something so particularly desperate about this: you were kissing, gasping against his mouth and pulling at his jacket, which made the two of you blindly scramble backwards into the apartment, messy and needy. The kiss quickly turned into a battle of control, with Eddie being the one to guide you forward, his hands on your hips. You bit his bottom lip in response, forcing him to open up and then the kiss was all about tongues, wet and sensitive.

You were on the couch when you finally broke apart, gasping.

"Baby," Eddie wheezed, his eyes darting across your face in disbelief, "I - what was that?"

"Is V with you?" you asked, instead of answering the question.

He was apprehensive now. "Yeah?"

"He needs to know I'm not in danger," you whispered, and you leaned forward to kiss him again.

It was much too chaste, and after you pulled away, Eddie was in mute astonishment for a moment.

His voice was scratchy when he spoke. "Disturbing visions, huh?"

You just smiled. "In my dream, we were on a couch, like this."

Eddie still couldn't believe this was happening. The anxiety in his gut on the way over had been completely forgotten now, blurring out of his memory, the future was an impossible thing, there was just this. This was all he had; this was all he wanted. "Were we, now?"

He didn't know what to do, but that didn't seem to matter, you were leading.

You nodded. "It was kinda hot."

"Kinda?" Eddie repeated dumbly, breathless. His voice sounded like a stranger's.

Before he could embarrass himself, Venom's voice rumbled within him, frustrated.

EDDIE, STOP BEING A PUSSY!

Wondering vaguely if this had been a trap all along, Eddie grabbed the nape of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. Your mouths roved together, and he took the opportunity to pull you over, closer to him. The curve of your bare spine was warm from under your sweater. He kept his hand there, roaming carelessly, drifting up to the clasp of your bra.

You seemed to get what he was going for, and then suddenly you were straddling him, and with you on top of him, he could no longer ignore how interested his dick was in the proceedings.

Slightly, just slightly, you rolled your hips against his clothed crotch, and Eddie choked out a moan.

Oh, fuck. He could feel the sweat materializing and running down his back. This was better than good.

(Venom was definitely going to tease him about this later.)

"What happened next?" Eddie mumbled, looking up at you, his eyes blown black.

You smiled, then crossed your arms and peeled off your sweater. Eddie shifted his grip, holding you by the hips again, and you tossed your sweater elsewhere.

Venom was going absolutely insane from inside him: it felt like he was rumbling somewhere around his large intestine.

DO NOT MESS THIS UP, EDDIE!

Meanwhile, you were, of course, oblivious to the commentary in Eddie's mind.

"I mean," you said, and your voice wasn't smoky like it had been before. It was just curious, with a note of teasing, like this was an everyday conversation. "You ate me out."

He pressed a light kiss to your throat. "Then flip over, baby."

Inside his head, Venom seemed to be having some kind of meltdown. Maybe he had just realized what the dream was. Maybe he was jealous. Either way, he was rambling in Eddie's mind.

SWEET GIRL - SO FRAGILE - SO SWEET - SO DELICIOUS - I NEED TO TASTE -

[zhelin-thames]

Translated ver of this post by @doby-mans

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Another idea I had for a DC x DP crossover, remembering canonically that Danielle went off on her own to different parts of the world.

This time, Young Justice. Danielle becomes part of the team, and everyone assumes she's a Martian, given that she focuses more on her magical abilities and skills like camouflage and phasing through walls.

But one day, Miss Martian falls ill and can’t use her telepathic powers to keep the team connected during a mission. They all turn to Danielle. Despite the setback, the mission goes well—they recover a dangerous magical artifact, a box with strange inscriptions. Finally, someone speaks up:

Superboy: “Why didn’t you establish a psychic link during the mission?”

Danielle: “Because I don’t have telepathic powers?”

Superboy: “We all know you’re a Martian like Miss Martian, so…”

Danielle: “I’m not! None of you understand the true nature of my powers, and maybe you never will! You don’t know what it’s like to be me!”

Robin: “What is it we don’t understand? Being different? Having powers no one fully comprehends? Being a teenager with raging hormones?”

Danielle: “No! Being an artificially created clone made in a secret lab!”

Impulse: “Let’s see, Superboy, Red Arrow, Robin… and now Danielle. Am I forgetting anyone?”

Danielle: “Wait, what?”

Superboy: “You’re not the first in that situation here. So, Martian DNA?”

Danielle: “Worse… The true nature of my powers… ghost DNA.”

Zatanna: “If that’s true, then you’re exactly what we need. According to the box’s inscription, only a halfa can open it.”

Danielle: Attempts to open the box but her hand starts melting. “Ah! I can’t… My ghost powers aren’t stable. This hasn’t happened in years.”

Robin: “Too bad there’s no other halfa to open the box.”

Danielle: “Well… that’s not entirely true. Besides me, there are two others. One is a dangerous villain—my creator—who disappeared years ago. And the other…”

Zatanna: “What about the other?”

Danielle: “The other… well, he’s…”

The entire Justice League, Young Justice, and Batfamily, who were either present or on the comms: “WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE GHOST KING?!”

Danielle: “He’s the only other halfa left in this world, and he’s much stronger and more stable than I am. Do you want to open the box or not?”

Batman: “This could be important. Call him.”

Danielle: “I already did. I asked him to meet us here at the Gotham base.”

Nightwing: “We might have a problem. We were in the middle of a Poison Ivy attack when what looks like a flying boy froze her in seconds.”

Batman: “Froze her?”

Red Robin: “That’s not all. Joker, Penguin, and Two-Face were attacking on the same street, and the same boy let out some kind of super scream that knocked all of them unconscious, including their henchmen.”

Danielle: “Oh no… He’s mad.”

Robin: “Uh… The same boy just duplicated himself and locked every villain and criminal in the city inside what looks like a box made of his own energy.”

Danielle: “Oh no, he’s really mad.”

Danny: Appearing directly behind her. “Of course, I’m mad! I told you to call me the moment you became unstable! You know what could’ve happened!”

Danielle: “I know, I know, but you don’t have to worry. I haven’t needed an ectoplasm injection in years. Meditation usually works.”

Danny: “Have you been melting before?!”

Danielle: “Don’t be so overprotective. I called you for a different reason.”

Danny: “Don’t change the subject. Don’t make me ask Clockwork to keep an eye on you.”

Red Hood: “Clockwork?”

Danny: “The Ghost of Time.”

Batman: “We need help with this box.”

Danny: “And who’s this furry?”

Danielle: “That’s Batman, the hero of this city.”

Danny: “Well, terrible job. I’ve been here for two seconds, and I already had to clean up the mess. That box… it looks a bit like Pandora’s Box. Where did you get it?”

Wonder Woman: “But Pandora’s Box should be protected by…”

Danny: “Pandora herself. In my realm. Exactly.”

Danielle: “We recovered it during a team mission. Apparently, only a halfa can open it, but I couldn’t, and it destabilized me.”

Nightwing: “I don’t know what confuses me more: the box thing or how many powers this guy has.”

Danny: “That’s easy. I have classic ghost powers, including the ones I used around the city. But as King, I have access to ancient magical artifacts, like the Crown of Fire, which greatly amplifies ghost power. Along with the Ring of Rage, the power would be infinite, but I made a deal with the former king. He keeps the ring and his freedom as long as he doesn’t cause chaos. Then there’s Aragon’s Amulet, which basically gives dragon powers. There’s also the Ghost Key, which can literally open any door, whether in my world or this one…”

Danielle: “Is the list of magical objects really that long?”

Danny: “I was just missing the Reality Gems, which could change reality itself as we know it. But, of course, I already destroyed those…”

Batman: “The box is the priority.”

Danny: “Right. We shouldn’t open it. If it’s like Pandora’s Box, then whatever’s inside is very dangerous. But fine, if that’s what you want…” Opens the box and immediately both he and Danielle feel overwhelming discomfort. “I know this feeling. It’s… a Blood Blossom.”

[cayleeuhithinknott]

as much as he denies it, chris will always have a soft spot for his girl.

it had been a long day, and you were curled up on the couch, scrolling aimlessly on your phone, trying to distract yourself from the funk you’d been in. chris had been his usual teasing, sarcastic self all day, and while you knew that’s just how he was, sometimes it was exhausting. you sighed, staring at the blank tv screen, wondering if he even noticed you were upset.

the sound of the front door opening snapped you out of your thoughts. chris strolled in, a plain brown bag in hand, looking as unbothered as ever. he glanced at you briefly, his usual smirk tugging at his lips.

“still moping?” he asked, dropping his keys on the counter.

“not moping,” you muttered, curling further into the blanket.

he snorted, setting the bag on the table before walking over to you. “sure, princess. you’ve got ‘not moping’ written all over your face.”

you rolled your eyes but didn’t bother replying. you were used to his teasing, but today it was a little harder to brush off.

“whatever,” he said, turning toward the bag he’d brought in. “got something for you.”

you blinked, sitting up slightly. “you… got me something?”

he shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal. “don’t make it weird. just saw it and figured you’d like it.”

he pulled out a teddy bear, soft and fluffy, wearing a tiny robe with bunny ears and with your name embroidered on it in delicate script. your heart squeezed at the sight of it, and you immediately reached out, taking the bear from him.

“chris…” you whispered, your voice catching.

“what?” he asked, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. “it’s just a stupid bear. don’t go cryin’ on me.”

but you were already hugging the bear tightly, a wide smile breaking across your face. “it’s so cute! you got it customized?”

he shrugged again, but his ears were faintly red. “don’t make a big deal out of it. i just figured you’d stop sulking if you had something to cuddle while i’m not here.”

you looked up at him, your eyes shining with emotion. “thank you, chris. i love it. i love you.”

he rolled his eyes, but there was a softness in his expression that he couldn’t hide. “yeah, yeah. don’t get all sappy on me.”

but when you got up and threw your arms around him, bear still clutched in one hand, he didn’t pull away. instead, he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“you really are such a softie,” you teased, your voice muffled against his chest.

“don’t push it.” he said, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

a/n: hii i wanted to write a little something today and @strnilolover gave me this idea!! i might post another blurb abt them tn and maybe have a super secret surprise for you guys😘😘 also ik the teddy bear i linked doesnt have a name on the robe IMAGINE IT. please im BEGGING explode my inbox i feel chatty despite how sick i am and remember plsss send some bot requests ok thats all love u

tags: @sturniolo04 @admeliora94 @alexturnersgooch @snuffbut @frattboychris @marrykisskilled @mqttittude @purpledragon222 @aubsloveschris

[justsomerandomfanfic]

An Amazing First Kiss - Hobie Brown X GN Reader

Title: An Amazing First Kiss

Hobie Brown X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's friend (Mentioned)

WC: 1,651

Warnings: Try at writing a Cockney accent, Reader's nervous, italics, Reader's nervous about first kiss, Hobie is the best boyfriend, hurt/comfort idk?, nicknames, teasing, banter, flirting, mini angst, very brief mentions of lying, and fluff

To cut right to the chase, you were dating the amazing, and super lovable, Hobie Brown. You met him when he was performing with his band at some pub with your friend, and you just couldn't look away from him. His charisma, how easily he seemed to draw people to him, his passion for music, and just the way he’d spot you in the crowd. It made you feel as if no one else existed in the world, except you and him.

His dark brown eyes - even though they were covered by his Spider-Punk mask - had found yours in the crowd. He, too, was unable to look away. The way you softly danced in spot, bouncing on the balls of your feet. Your friend's arm linked with yours, your friends jumping up and down with more enthusiasm, but you drew him in; entranced him. It wasn't long until the two of you started seeing each other, going out for dates and whatnot. And it wasn’t long until the both of you started dating, and he revealed his secret identity to you.

Everything was perfect, except that you were very nervous. You were worried that Hobie might want to kiss you soon. And it's not that you don't want to kiss him. You did… You really did. And you would, eventually. But, at the moment, you just weren't ready. But it seemed that Hobie was. Only last week, he tried ‘the lean in’. But you were quick to come up with some sort of excuse. But, it was coming to a point where you hated lying to him and not talking to him about it. You didn’t want him to think that he was doing something wrong or that you weren’t interested or attracted to him.

The first time he tried to lean in, you had been sitting on the couch together, in his loft, watching a movie. Well, you weren't really paying much attention to it, and neither was Hobie.

"'is movie's bit boring, innit?" He muttered, his arm resting over your shoulders, his fingers randomly drumming along your forearm to an irregular beat. 

"Not the best movie I've seen, no," You agreed, glancing at him, "But it's entertaining to a degree."

Looking down at you, he continued, "'is guy a bit of a git 'ough." Hobie randomly gestured towards the screen where the main character was fighting with his brother.

“I agree…” Looking up at him, your words began to trail off when you noticed how close your faces were to one another. Looking into his beautiful brown eyes, you felt your stomach flip flop. However, you began to inwardly panic as he began to lean in. Red, flashing lights blared inside your mind as you froze and jumped out of his arms and off the couch. Letting out an awkward chuckle, you gestured down at your watch. "I have to go... Uh... Feed my cat." You stumbled over your words, making your way to the front door. Opening the door, you turned to give him a nervous grin, "I'll see you tomorrow, love you!"

“Love you…” As the door shut, Hobie let out a deep sigh, falling back upon the couch. Raising his legs up, he propped his feet on the coffee table. Why did you leave like that? And when did you get a cat?

~~~

A couple of weeks later, you were back in Hobie's loft, baking cookies. You hummed along to the song that Hobie was playing on his guitar in the other room, your thoughts drifting elsewhere as you worked. You didn't know how much time passed, or when Hobie stopped practicing, but as his arms wrapped around your waist, you couldn't help but smile. 

"Wha’ are you makin' 'is time?" He asked, resting his chin on the top of your head as you pressed the heart-shaped cookie cutter into the dough.

"I think you know what I'm making, Hobie." You sputtered out a small laugh, "It's quite obvious." 

He let out a small chuckle, before asking, "Well, 'ow many are you makin’ 'en?" 

"About ten, I think? I won't know until I cut them all out." You patted his hand on your stomach briefly, “And you’re not eating them all like last time.”

Hobie hummed as he pulled away from you, his fingers brushing your waist as he did so, causing a shiver to run down your spine; heading to the stove, he grabbed the kettle, "You want some rosy?" He asked, setting the kettle on the burner, and turning it on. 

Glancing over at him, he was already looking at you, leaning against the counter beside the stove, arms crossed. His gaze was warm, and his grin was - as always - breathtaking. You returned his smile, "Sure, thanks. That would be nice. Do we still have Earl Grey?" You asked before going back to the cookies as Hobie went to fetch the milk and sugar, humming softly to himself.

“‘Ave no scooby-doo.” He answered, before searching around in the cupboards, pushing other boxes of tea around until he spotted the Earl Grey, grabbing the tea box.

Reaching over your shoulder, his chest pressed into your side, Hobie grabbed the sugar from the counter near you. Looking up at him, you were surprised to see him still looking at you. There was that look again, the one that made your insides just turn into mush. But, as if in slow motion, he began to lean in. Quickly, you turned to look back down at the cookies, his lips pressing a kiss into your warm cheek; the coolness of his lip ring sending goosebumps over your skin.

Hobie pulled back, titling his head at you, his eyebrows narrowing as you slid the cookies into the oven; pursing his lips. Hobie was beginning to really wonder now. You seemed reluctant to kiss him, which made Hobie wonder if he had done something wrong. Did he do something? Say something? Did you just not want to kiss him? Hobie snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of the screeching kettle.

Now, Hobie wasn't one to keep quiet about things bothering him. After pouring both him and you a cup of tea, he joined you on his couch. Setting both the cups on the coffee table, Hobie turned himself in his seat to face you, his arm resting on the back of the couch.

"Let's cut to 'e chase, yeah? 'Ave I done some'nin wrong?" He asked you, a slightly concerned expression crossing his features. 

Your shoulders slumped and a small, sad smile formed on your face as you looked down. "No. You haven't done anything wrong, H." You looked over at him, your sad smile turning into a frown upon meeting his eyes, "I... Uh, I don't think I'm ready to kiss yet." You knew Hobie wouldn’t break up with you because of this, but it was an irrational fear that your brain liked to tease you with.

Hobie, though, tilted his head, looking confused at this response. Noticing your frown, the unleashed tears in your eyes. Hobie moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest. You melted into his embrace, relaxing in his grasp as you let out a sigh of relief. He gave you a reassuring squeeze. "I 'ough' you just didn't want to kiss me, or some'nin' like 'at." 

You shook your head at his words, nuzzling your face into his chest, "No, I... I just don't think I'm ready to kiss anyone right now... I think sometime in the future I will be ready, I don't want you to think that I just won't kiss you ever."

At this, Hobie chuckled, lightly squeezing your shoulder. "Ya silly, luv." He teased, "You should know 'at it's fine. We ain't rushin' into anythin'. You’re stuck with me. I’m not gonna jus’ up and leave ‘cause you ain’t ready to kiss me."

Nodding your head, you gently pulled yourself out of his embrace, looking up at him. "Thank you, Hobie."

"Anytime, luv." He said, moving to lie down on the couch, opening his arms to you. You gladly climbed on top of him, laying your head on his chest; cuddling with Hobie always felt like home. His heartbeat was a steady rhythm under your ear, a comforting sound that made the world outside seem distant and unimportant. 

Leaning up on your arms, you looked down at him, "You're amazing, you know that, right?" Grinning, he reached up and ruffled your hair, causing you to scrunch up your nose. "Oi, don't mess up my beautiful locks," You laughed, jokingly swatting his hand away.

"An' I'm always amazin’. ‘Ough’ you knew ‘at ‘bout me already." He said with a wink, causing you to giggle. 

Staring down at him, you silently admired him. His dark complexion, chocolate brown eyes, high cheekbones, the piercings on his eyebrow and lip. Suddenly, you had an idea. "Hobie, honey, I’ve got an idea." You stated, grinning.

The tall boy sat up with you, a slight tilt of his head and an intrigued look on his face, "What's 'at?" Shifting on his lap, you leaned forward and took his face into your hands, his cheeks soft under your gentle touch. Giving him a small smile, you leaned forward. You shut your eyes before the tip of your nose bumped into his. Softly, you shook your head, giggling, your nose rubbing against his in an nose kiss. As you opened your eyes again, you saw Hobie staring back at you, his eyes half-lidded. A smirk played across his features, "Wow, luv." He whispered.

"Pretty amazing first kiss, eh?" You joked, your hands dropping from his cheeks, and reaching for his hands; interlacing your fingers with his.

"Oh, very amazin’ indeed." He said, bringing your hands to his lips, and kissing each knuckle. “Maybe even more amazin’ ‘an me.”

~~~

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[officialspec]

can you pleeeeease post your dm sexuality/gender hcs on here.... 🥺 i don't have a twitter but i wanna know. it's like a pandora's box to me now i'm like scratching at the door. let me in

heres the link 2 the thread (mild spoilers btw) ill post a transcript under the cut for ppl who dont have twitter

first off i think laios relationship to sex is super removed for like 50 reasons without even getting into his actual sexuality

he grew up in a place with very repressed ideas about sex and has a lot of fear about asserting his presence in situations

his special interest takes precedent over any social interactions he has and the level of closeness he feels towards people

he has a hard time figuring out his feelings towards other people both bc hes autistic and bc he has freaky deviantart fetishes that make sex in his mind a very abstract concept <- this one is me projecting mostly

that aside, i feel like gender-wise hes attracted to ppl so infrequently it may as well be entirely case-by-case

the idea of him being gay appeals to me from the 'raised with traditional values he Does Not fit into/hasnt begun to question it yet' perspective, i lauve characters who put a lot of stock into performing a role thats expected of them and fail miserably for unknown (gay) reasons

from his perspective tho i dont think he would ever really label himself anything. hes going to pride parades in the shirt+shorts Ally Fit to clap for his friends

hes also 'cis by indifference' imo... i love tmasc laios hcs it just doesnt mesh w his personal history to me. i do think hes got some kind of therian gender thing going on (not trans or nb but a secret third thing) but i cant see him changing anything abt his appearance/pronouns to accommodate that post-canon. hes just doin his thang

falin is in a similar boat for gender. i LOOVE tfem falin but the village repression thing has been bugging at me so i dont think i subscribe to it anymore (canon purist sorry) BUT if u hold that hc i am clapping and cheering regardless

instead i was propagandised to a while back and i LOVEEE the idea that being fused w a male dragon and the residual traits she has after being revived have given her a type of gender euphoria she didnt realise she was missing. a little boygirl swagger if u will

sexuality-wise i also dont think she would care to label herself, shes a lesbian by virtue of only being interested in One woman and zero other people. without marcille i do think shes still exclusively attracted to women, and i like to imagine she might experiment around a bit during her travels post-canon (pre-relationship). hearing abt it might put marcille on the news though

marcille is very simple That is a transfem lesbian. she cant get pregnant, shes obsessed w being femme and all that combined w her half-tallman struggles to be seen as 'properly feminine' by elf standards reads very transfeminine to Me. also her bookboy crush REEKS of comphet its not subtle

i think a more comfortable marcy might have the space to experiment w being elf butch like her manga boys but thats mainly self indulgence for me. utena could have saved her

senshi is gay his whole thing is abt not being able to perform dwarven masculinity to a proper standard (soft hearted, not as strong or rugged as his peers) which is like gaycoding 101. also hes a bear. homosexuality be damned by boy can work a grill

adding onto this i rly think senshi got some type of euphoria from being an elf in the changeling chapters. he was feeling himself so much i think he was using it as an outlet to have fun being a little fem and fruity without needing to justify it. do u understand

i dont have any particular opinions abt him gender-wise beyond that. his bulge is an essential part of his character design but i also saw a transmasc senshi a couple days ago that made me nod my head thoughtfully so i could go either way

chilchuck is cis and bisexual this is just canon. not even just his old man crush on senshi altho i do think thats very funny but they put his ass on a cover themed like hes in a dating sim with all the men and women in the cast and then slapped it in front of a chapter called "bicorn". i simply cant pass up that kind of overt signaling. its so fucking funny what else is there to say truly

izu to ME is a transmasc aroace lesbian (this one has the least basis in canon i just know it to be true) shes a little genderfluid with it nd uses he/she i think. i like to imagine she consistently uses masculine personal pronouns to refer to herself either way tho (boku, ore)

i think izutsumis gender/sexuality is entirely secondary in priorities to her body dysphoria. she has a lot of learning and acceptance 2 do before that kind of self discovery is on the docket and in my mind eschewing gender on some level is part of that. get sillay

shuro is cishet but at least he feels bad about it. next listen listen to me i dont think he would ever actually examine this but i need u to put on ur tin foil hat with me for one second. i think estrogen could have saved her. i have more thoughts on this but im not gonna propagandise too much on this post just know that im right

kabru is a transmasc bisexual this is also practically text. his whole thing of being treated like a doll by milsiril to put in pretty dresses, plus i think it would be pretty easy for him to stealth in the west since tallmen are seen as inherently more masculine than elves

(i also think changing genders is just more common for elves. theyre androgynous enough that it wouldnt be hard and like who in their right miiiiind would be the same gender for 500 years. dwarves too)

i think he started presenting as male socially in the west but didnt need to consider medical transition until he moved to a more mixed culture where other races might see him as a woman

i dont have to explain the bisexual part. have u seen him

namari is a butch bisexual this is just canon straight up. shes not transmasc but i think the default settings for dwarven women is like 4 years of T regardless. shes a hit at all the local cruising spots despite her renfaire nerdisms i know this

and just bc im thinking abt em kiki and kaka are identical and kiki is tfem :} theyre both attracted to women but kaka is a sub so i forgive him

THATS ALL 4 NOW theres a lot of characters so i cant have thoughts abt all of them at once but i hope this was good. im right about everything forever as per usual

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The best Bloodborne Wiki is a passion project of a single person, is about to get even better + how it can be sustained for years to come!

Hello guys! So like many of you've learned from the post with super good model view of Winter Lantern, recently, on Twitter, Meph announced ( x ) the plan to fill the wiki with very useful, very comprehensive screenshots of the models for bosses, enemies, NPCs and even cut content! The wiki has already been a huge help for lorediggers and artists, but THIS is what we will get:

This page is for Lady Maria and you can check it yourself here: ( x )! It is broken down in the categories of general close-ups of her model, then very high-quality screenshots of every attack during her boss battle and walking, and then raw model!

(I never was able to capture a good look at her using Arcane too like here, for example!)

Winter Lantern page ( x ) is using similar principle!

This is not a secret that very often in Fromsoft games, additional information can be obtained not through descriptions but through visual hints! For example, some people only learned that Winter Lantern's head is made of melted Messengers only now, after a proper look at her model! So, of course getting a proper look at every single character and creature from the game could always be helpful!

This, however, is just a recent highlight for this Bloodborne Wiki! Even prior that, it has been providing invaluable help for the fans! Examples off the top of my head: comprehensive data on what character has what items used or not, great and comprehensive hints and tutorials on upgrades and farming and builds for the players, making every bit of information on Chalice Dungeons and glyphs easily accessible, making datamined NPC sliders of all characters way more accessible and easy to grab and repeat, access to much more obscure models (like Gratia's model), full list of internal filenames and patches progress, making information from physical Bloodborne tutorial book accessible...

There are probably more things to cover that me and others found a great help in, and sometimes we might not even notice! I am sure many people could name at least one way where this wiki has been very helpful, offering raw facts and 100% valid information (and properly sourced whenever someone else helped!) without any speculating, in the most elaborate manner! We should not take it for granted because all this information, found or reshared, was compiled by just one guy out of raw passion for the game! And although this project is not profit-based and Meph is willing to commit to it and pay as much as needed to keep it living, I really still wanted to share the Ko-fi link that exists for anyone who is willing to help sponsoring it!

This is not necessary, and Meph has stated the same, but this project is not only helpful but also really hefty to sustain. The monthly support is only $3 per month, but every little bit not only helps the sustenance, but also knowing how much fans care and simply feeling their support is very significant and sometimes you don't even know how much. Heck, when Meph learned how excited people on Tumblr were about Wiki improving with full compilation of models from every angle.. the reaction was "I am so glad that people still care"! I think everyone who does their best to be useful for the fellow fans needs confirmation that they ARE, for sure, helping!

I just really wanted to get the word out anyways because honestly, none of my super elaborate theories and detailed fanart would've been possible without Meph's Wiki. and also because I am trapped in a clown country where I can't send any international money transfer so the feeling of 'do what I can't' got to me too fsdhfdhs There is no pressure or necessity, but here is the link to anyone who can help and feels the wish to! You've noticed I didn't tag Meph.... since there is no Tumblr account to tag, but again, the Twitter link is also here: ( x )!

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dj got us falling in love | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x dj!reader

a new hobby can sometimes open many new avenues, sometimes even lead to love

landonorris

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landonorris: the morning after the night before

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user1 lando really be on his hobby game rn

maxverstappen1 so that's where you were the entire night?

landonorris i saw you dancing your heart out so don't complain maxverstappen1 you are overestimating just how much of last night i remember

user2 dj!lando unlocked ... does this mean photographer!lando is dead?

user3 he's so so sexy oh my

user4 the backwards cap is WORKING

danielricciardo so how long is this one gonna last?

landonorris i swear this is the one for me

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yourusername: life recently... check out my boiler room set in the link in my bio it was super fun xxx

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user5 eating up the dj game i am obsessed with her

user6 i need to be at her next set or i'll become a threat to national security

landonorris sick set y/n !!

user7 bro what are you doing here? GET OUT OF HERE

danielricciardo ah i now see where the new inspiration came from ...

landonorris i need you to shut the fuck up yourusername awww thanks lando, send me some of ur stuff we can compare x landonorris on it 🫡 maxverstappen1 i don't know how you've pulled this off but i am impressed

user8 what actually is going on in this comment section

landonorris added to their story

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yourusername: life recently

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user6 ALERT ALERT MALE ALERT

user7 heavy emphasis on the mug rn

danielricciardo @maxverstappen1 whoa that hand looks super familiar

maxverstappen1 you're right daniel that hand does look familiar .... yourusername yall crack me up user8 lando you gonna let them do you like that? landonorris my pr officier said not to reply carlossainz55 bro... landonorris oh shit

user9 mclaren really keep all his brain cells i can't

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silverstone: big announcement coming in fast ! y/n y/ln will be headlining the silverstone main stage for this year's british grand prix - the dj will take the stage for the sunday evening slot. see you all there!

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user10 idc this is fuelling my lando x y/n agenda

user11 i'm so fucking excited

landonorris i'll be there

oscarpiastri you are contractually obligated to be there mate landonorris let me be supportive !!! user12 oscar is done with the pining

yourusername thank you so much for having me !! i won't let you down

carlossainz55 by all accounts you're too good to do that user13 have they all just collectively given up on the secret? maxverstappen1 yes too much effort

landonorris

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landonorris: P2 in quali at home !! super, super happy, lets see what we can do on sunday

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user14 I AM LOSING MY MIND

user15 this is crazy i'm so proud

yourusername lets go landoooooooooooooooooooooooooo so sick

landonorris blah blah blah something about a certain someone being a lucky charm ;) yourusername does this mean paddock passes for life? landonorris it might have to

user16 they're so cute

user17 the crowd cheered when they showed her in the garage silverstone is ROOTING for this relationship

oscarpiastri let's get this bro

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mclaren: LANDO TAKES HOME P2 AT HIS HOME RACE

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user20 OMG THAT OVERTTAKE AT THE START I AM GAGGED

yourusername unbelievably proud of you lando

landonorris love you too babe user21 BABE? user22 LOVE YOU TOO?

danielricciardo i saw that shoey man i'm so proud 🥲

landonorris miss you danny danielricciardo i miss you more yourusername am i a joke to you? landonorris i'm sorry i love you yourusername love you too ❤️

user23 why is danny always at the scene of the crime?

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yourusername: best weekend ever!! silverstone you're the best, my favourite crowd ever !! p.s. lando i am so so so so proud, though if you try to kiss me after a shoey again we're breaking up.

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user24 CONFIRMATION CONFIRMATION OMG

user25 them saying i love you under mclaren's post wasn't enough for you?

landonorris noted.

landonorris ALSO YOU WERE SO SO GOOD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH yourusername i love you more, thanks for the gig baby xx

maxverstappen1 do you take bookings? my birthday is in october

martingarrix i see how it is yourusername i'm not getting involved in this domestic you're on your own max

user26 god when is it my turn

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landonorris: dj got us falling in love or something like that, love you baby.

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note: I'M BACK - so my absence was a lot longer than expected, i graduated uni (with a first, i'm so stoked) and my housing has been a whole mess. i worked at silverstone, hence the inspo for this imagine... ENJOY !!!

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fhr/los diablos dashboard simulator

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fuck my stupid baka life Marshal Steel just fucking crushed my car AGAIN

#thank god my insurance covers rangers related accidents

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just a reminder to everyone that we don't give a fuck about your health insurance

#THEY GOT OP?????? #FUCK THAT'S WHERE I GOT ALL MY PICTURES OF CHARGE

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just a reminder that people fearmongering about boosting are fundamentally antivaxxers!!!!

#not to mention classist as fuck #i will not be elaborating none of you motherfuckers can read #stop sending me anon hate

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tell me why i just saw someone claim that it's classist and an "antivaxx mentality" to spread actual information about the outcomes of the boost drug

#linking the study again #this is getting ridiculous at this point #and YES it is a valid study!!!! 8 people is literally a normal amount to have

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GUYS STOP ASKING ME WHERE CHARGE IS. THERE IS AN OVERSATURATION OF CHARGE I'M LITERALLY LEAVING CHARGE OUT OF ONE (1) THING

#ALSO WHO THE FUCK IS VOTING SIDESTEP #THEY LITERALLY WEAR A FULL BODY SUIT AND MASK. HOT BASED ON WHAT??

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omw to work and i just watched that one guy from the rangers fall on top of the car behind me. only in los diablos fr

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about to stick a fork in my new mod

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hopital

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By Your Electric Love (marchal charge x reader)

summary: you get injured in one of the new villain's rampages and marchal charge finds you trapped under some rubble. charge takes you home to tend your wounds and you learn....... the secret under the mask.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: dom!charge, pet names (babygirl), f!reader, swearing, unprotected... >w<

(a/n-- thank u all for 1k follows!!! ^u^)

(story under cut ->)

#los diablos rangers #charge #rangers x reader #charge x reader #charge x f!reader #guys this one was sooooooo hot i kept blushing while i tried to finish it #i hope you like it #1k

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can you guys stop fucking tagging your rangers x reader fic with official rangers tags. every time i come on this goddamn website and see the tag is trending i try to check and see what happened and it's just that one guy who can't even spell charge's OLD (!!!!) title right

#it's marshal with an s #by the way a fucking gala was robbed

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does anyone think it's a little suspicious that the new villain targeted sidestep's exhibit of all people? like. with all due respect they're dead and were not that important while alive. does anyone think this person might be related to them in some way?

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my guy did you not catch that their villain name is anathema

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stop saying boosts and mods are cool. they're literally tools of the government and a a drug that originated with fucking DIET CULTURE that kill more people than they save. why are we glamorizing this

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stop saying boosts and mods are cool. my brother literally got super fart powers when he boosted himself and i had to move house. why are we glamorizing this

[graveyard-stray]

Tommy Shelby - NSFW alphabet

(This whole thing is for Tommy in a serious relationship with Fem!reader. I’m sure Tommy with just a hookup would be very different!)

Word count: 1351

A/N: You asked and you shall receive! You guys have gone crazy for my Tommy stuff and I really appreciate it! Thank you for all the support!

Reminder my inbox is open so if you have any requests for Tommy or for other characters- let me know! (A link to who I write for can be found in my master list)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Tommy is gonna lay down, pull you into his side, and lay there with you while he smokes. He wants to hold you of course but he also gotta feed his horrible habit. You guys might chat a bit but really he just wants to feel you against him (because he loves you) and relax.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He is a bit self conscious about his own body because it’s gone through so much, he would never admit it but he really hates seeing his scars that are all over- they just remind him of the war.

For you, he’s a big tits guy. Big or small he doesn’t care he just loves your boobs. He will kiss them, suck them, bite them, grab them, he doesn’t care.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes to cum inside, there is something so intimate to him about getting to fill you up and it really turns him on, know that your all his.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

When he’s not with you he literally can’t cum. He has tried to jerk off when your not around but it just isn’t the same without you. He would never admit it though because it makes him seem soft.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s pretty experienced, he’s been with a handful of prostitutes and he has had other girlfriends before- plus he is a pretty sexual person so he’s definitely pretty skilled.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. He likes being able to see your face when you cum and he’s a simple guy. Although he also likes doggy cause he can grab your hair or your hips real easily.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s a very serious man. Especially in bed, like sure he can be soft and intimate but definitely not goofy. his mind is focused on pleasing you (and himself) no time for jokes. Plus does he even know how to joke? Not really.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s pretty groomed. He keeps most of his body clean shaven as he doesn’t like being super hairy. But the parts he doesn’t shave (like his pubes) he keeps groomed short and neatly. He’s gotta stay classy especially for you <3

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It depends, if he is in a bad mood it’s gonna be less intimate and more rough and intense. And if it’s a special day or he’s in a particularly good mood it will be intimate, he will praise you and tell you how he loves you while he finishes.

On the regular though it can be pretty average intimacy wise, a bit rough with some praise here and there.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He used to get off an average amount but ever since meeting you he literally can’t. He’s gotten so used to your hands or your mouth or your pussy he literally can’t get off without you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink for sure.

Definitely hair pulling, and marking. He loves to see the marks he leaves on you specifically in places no one else sees- the sight is only for him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He is a pretty classy dude a lot of the time (or atleast he tries to be) so a lot of the time it’s just in your home in private. But a few times he will fuck you in the private room at the garrison, when it’s just you and him before or after a meeting.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves seeing you all dolled up to go to events with him. Something about you looking so beautiful and being his arm candy is so domestic and it really gets him going- expect to have a bit of a late night after those formal events.

He also just has a pretty high natural sex drive so really just seeing you makes him wanna fuck.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He will not be submissive, he just honestly can’t be. And I can’t see him wanting to do any butt stuff.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He is a big fan of receiving. He loves feeling you gag around his cock and he will rest his hands in your hair and push you down further. Something about feeling your throat tighten around him drives him WILD.

He also likes giving though, he thinks you taste delicious and will eat you out like he’s a man who hasn’t eaten in years.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He definitely prefers it fast and rough, but when he is feeling quite lovey and emotional it will be more slow and intimate.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He is a fan of a quickie. When he has to go to some meeting or deal with business but just can’t resist you, he will quickly take you on the couch and then leave as fast as he can (of course after you also cum. He has class)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is down to experiment a bit but if it doesn’t SOUND enjoyable to him then he won’t be open to try it. He isn’t too risky except maybe trying out being mean to you in bed when he is in an angry mood.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has decent stamina and can go about 3-4 rounds depending on what you are doing, but of course that smoking has caught up to him so eventually he will get tired and need to catch his breathe. When he is actually fucking you he lasts pretty long and is able to please you and make sure you finish, usually before he does.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own toys, sees no reason to. You only need him and he only needs you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves when you tease him, with your short dresses and see through panties underneath, or when you grab his thigh, right by his crotch, under the dinner table.

He also likes to tease you here and there, especially if your being a brat.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He will let out some softer groans and moans during it, when he cums he will get a bit louder with more groans and either some praise or degradation (depending on the mood)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

It takes him a bit but eventually he gets comfortable enough to let you be on top a bit, letting you ride him and maybe be a bit more commanding. It’s not his favorite thing but he does think it’s hot when your being bossy.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s got a pretty good dick honestly. Not giant but good. About a 6 or 7 inch (hard) which is a bit above average.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s got a pretty high sex drive but he also is fine if he’s horny and not having any sex, he’s mature and doesn’t need sex but he wants it pretty often.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t sleep a lot as is so I can’t imagine he would quickly fall asleep after sex. He would probably lay awake for a while just holding you or watching you as you slept.

[glowettee]

digital notes guide part 1/5: setting up your aesthetic note-taking system 🎀

posted by: glowettee

hey study angels! ♡ mindyyy heree

omg so many of you have been asking about my digital notes setup, and i'm so excited to share all my secrets! this is going to be a 5-part series on creating the most aesthetic and effective digital notes ever. i'm going to start with the basics! this is super exciting because digital notes are literally unlimited, no wasting paper, and no perfect handwriting required.

♡ choosing your digital notebook

because the right foundation changes everything:

notion (my personal fave):

amazing for linking different pages

super customizable layouts

can embed literally everything

aesthetic cover images

databases for tracking progress

easy table of contents

goodnotes:

perfect for iPad users

feels like writing on paper

pretty digital stickers

custom paper templates

easy organization system

beautiful handwriting options

onenote:

works across all devices

infinite canvas (so dreamy!)

easy subject dividers

voice recording option

drawing capabilities

♡ essential digital tools

make sure you have these ready:

hardware needs:

reliable device (laptop/tablet)

stylus if using tablet (worth the investment!)

external keyboard (for faster typing)

good lighting for screen

comfortable study space

backup charging cables

software must-haves:

note-taking app of choice

cloud storage system

screenshot tool

pdf annotator

calendar app

backup system

♡ creating your aesthetic setup

because pretty notes = happy studying:

color scheme selection:

choose 3-4 main colors

pick 2-3 accent colors

create highlight palette

save hex codes

make color meaning system

maintain consistency

font selection:

main text font (i use garamond)

heading font (something cute!)

emphasis font

quote font

size hierarchy

spacing rules

♡ basic organization system

keep everything findable:

folder structure:

semester folders

subject folders

unit folders

topic folders

resource folders

revision folders

naming convention:

date_subject_topic

use consistent formatting

add emoji indicators

number sequence system

status markers

importance levels

♡ template creation

work smarter not harder:

essential templates:

lecture notes template

reading notes template

study guide template

revision notes template

project planner template

weekly overview template

template elements:

header section (date, subject, topic)

learning objectives area

main content space

summary section

question bank area

revision checklist

setting up your digital note system might take time, but it's so worth it! think of it like creating your perfect study sanctuary - every detail matters!

the next post will be getting into actually taking notes during class (and making them both pretty and effective!). for now, focus on setting up your perfect system.

pro tip: don't get too caught up in making everything perfect from the start. your system will evolve as you use it, just like how my notes looked completely different freshman year!

xoxo, mindy 🎀

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

one free pass for the grumpy!logan and overprotective brother!wade plot bunny 🤝🐇

"So," Vanessa hummed, watching you stir pans, "how was the date you went on?"

"He stood me up," you shrug. "I did get some really good gyoza though-"

"Sweetie."

You shrug again. "It's not the first time. And let's face it. It won't be the last. I write romance books. I don't live them."

Vanessa gave you a look but kept her commentary to herself. The last few years had been hard on everyone. You'd thought your big brother was dead right along next to her. You'd been in the thick of it even though you were trying to start college. Still just a kid. And in a lot of ways you were her rock- and a link to Wade when he was gone.

"I don't want to spend my whole life like our mom. Just like Wade doesn't want to be our dad, Nessa." You shake your head like you're banishing a thought and turn off the stove. "Let's fucking eat. I'm starving."

"This looks incredible. I have sex dreams less erotic than this."

"I heard that, Ow," Wade said, clutching his heart.

Vanessa shrugged and poured stroganoff into a bowl before shoving it into his hands, "Go be useful. Y/N did the hard part."

"Logan," you call, "I know you probably don't do wine, I got beer if you want that instead?"

"I uh- thanks," he said, shuffling to the table, offering Trigger his hand to smell when the dog shot him a look. He sniffed it and shot him a distinctly dirty look before walking away to re-glue himself to your side. Good dog, he thought.

"No assigned seating here, Logi-bear," Wade said, taking a seat next to Vanessa as he finished putting portions on plates- leaving Logan nowhere to sit but next to you since he'd put Mary in the other empty spot.

He nodded and pulled out a chair and looked towards the kitchen. He could hear you still rattling around and the sound of a knife slicing through something. And then a clatter "Fuck!"

Wade was out of his seat in a second and in the kitchen, "What'd you do- Holy shit biscuits!"

"It's fine I just-"

"Where d'you keep you towels?" he asked, rifling through the drawers and throwing things around.

"Next to the sink, Christ, it's not that bad-"

When you walk around the corner with Wade's arm around your shoulder, Logan blinked, blood-spattered your shirt and your pants. For "Not that bad" it looked like you might have cut your fucking hand off.

"I'll get some Ice," Vanessa said, standing up, "Logan, keep pressure on that for a second?"

Logan nodded, "Easy bleeder?" he ventured. You weren't phased enough about it for this to be new.

You nod and sigh, letting him look at your hand. "I've done worse," you muse. "He's so fucking dramatic." A thud makes you look away from the wound and Logan wrapped it to press on it carefully. "I swear if they're fucking in my kitchen again-"

"We're not," Vanessa said returning with an icepack, "I dropped the ice cream trying to find the ice."

"And Wade is-"

"Debating on if You'd want the staple gun or just super glue," he answered.

"There's bandages under the sink you degenerate!"

"Ooo, secrets," Wade said, dropping the stuff he was holding and heading towards the bathroom.

"Nessa," you plead.

"I'll go get him," she said rolling her eyes.

Logan exhaled through his nose and adjusted the ice on your hand. "I think you'll live, kid."

"Probably. I can hold this, your dinner is getting cold-"

Logan snorted, "Not a complete animal. Wouldn't be polite to eat while my hostess is bleeding out."

[feelmyskinonyourskin]

Thinking about Frank Castle x Avengers!Reader

You met him through Bucky because Sam would obviously try and find Bucky a veteran's support group like the one he ran in CATWS but in Brooklyn - which led him to Curtis' group (I've put this HC in previous writing and I stand by it)

You're roommates with Sam and Bucky and occasionally they host poker night with some of the guys and one night you come home from an evening stroll to a kitchen table of vets and beer and cards.

You smile shyly and say hi to the group and Frank is instantly smitten.

But it takes weeks of casual small talk and asking Bucky about you for him to finally pluck up the courage to ask you out.

Once you make things official, he doesn't want anyone coming after you in retaliation against him plus he's so scared to lose yet another person he cares about. So he asks to keep your relationship secret even from the rest of the Avengers, which makes you roll your eyes because you have super powers you'd be fine to defend yourself against any of Frank's enemies.

Frank also worries you might be a little ashamed of him publicly. He thinks it might be harder on you if the world knew you were dating a criminal vigilante. Avengers get lots of press and attention and he'd hate to bring his drama into it and hurt your image and potentially all the good you do in the world even if you don't give a shit about the publicity side of it.

Which means a lot of sneaking around - dates in darkly lit restaurants and such.

Date nights frequently get postponed because you getting called on last minute missions or Frank takes longer hunting down a gang than he was anticipating.

Even if you go weeks without seeing each other because of your busy work lives, the love is always still there and you both do a great job of making up for lost time.

When you give him recaps of your recent missions, he always scoffs and gets worried about your safety and asks you not to go into such dangerous situations but obviously you have to it's your job.

So you at some point have to make a rule that he gets no interference in your work stuff. He can make any request in your civilian life to keep you safe (ie. you can't go out at night without him, etc.) but is not allowed to make any requests about your job.

Until inevitably your work crosses paths with his work because the street level gangs and mob bosses he takes down tend to have ties to bigger things like Hydra and such.

One night you're at a warehouse upstate following a lead on a Hydra weapons facility and bump into Frank who was tracking down a human trafficking ring that was also linked to the same address.

Since he knows you, Bucky and Sam, he agrees to help the Avengers just this one time.

You could never convince him to join up and "go legit" no matter how hard you tried. He liked working alone and with noone giving him orders.

As you raid the warehouse and take down the enemy, he's aghast at seeing you put yourself in harms way so flippantly but you have powers and Shield training, so of course you're fine.

He's never actually seen you in action before and he eventually gets over the fear and is super turned on at seeing you be so bad ass and kick booty.

Yeah, the passionate "I missed you. That was so badass. I was so scared. God I hope we don't get caught." sex you have behind the warehouse as the mission is wrapping up is steamy and animalistic.

Bucky has super soldier hearing so he hears it and figures it out first.

Except Yelena has actually known for months because she's a spy, duh.

Sam is the last to figure it out but isn't surprised, you two are so compatible it seems obvious that you should be together.

[octuscle]

Welcome to Overland!

Overland Park in Kansas. I really had to google it first. Where the hell did my father get the idea that I would really study here? I mean, I have offers from Stanford and Cambridge. I'm not going to Overland Park. Kansas! Sure, it might have been a good fit for my dad. My dad is the prototypical corn-fed athlete. He looks dazzling for his 42 years, still a cross so wide that my two younger brothers and I can hide behind it. His mullet is a bit of a show-off, if you ask me. But he seems to go down well with his customers. His car dealership is the biggest in the state. My two younger brothers both have petrol in their blood. They both want to get their MBAs at Overland Park. But I'm much more interested in law. And Harvard would be my dream for that.

Anyway, my father gave me a car for my 18th birthday. A super impractical Dodge RAM. Doesn't suit me at all. And the car came with a gas voucher and a voucher for a mall around the corner. Well, I hope they'll have a Brooks Brothers store. But I'm quietly guessing that they'll only have cowboy boots and plaid shirts… Okay, not to be ungrateful, I'm making the trip to Overland Park in the monster car. I'll also attend his alma mater's orientation event if I absolutely have to. But I'll sign up over my dead body!

The drive to Kansas wasn't so bad. I admit that the car is really huge and comfortable. But the closer I got to the Midwest, the less comfortable I felt. Guys with arms thicker than my legs asked me about the car at gas stations and rest stops. I have no idea how much horsepower it has… I'm not interested either. But here you're obviously only defined by your car. And most of the muscular rednecks here made no secret of the fact that they didn't begrudge me this car. It got even worse when I parked the car in front of the hotel in Overland Park… The valet service looked almost sympathetic when I got out of the car. Tomorrow I'd better take the bus to the information day at the university.

It's incredible how many people are interested in this pathetic campus. It's pretty full in the auditorium. The dean gives a speech that is as boring as the landscape here. And the faculty members either all look like they're coaches of the football team or gardeners on campus. Hillbillies. All of them! The professors introducing each faculty call on the potential juniors who have signed up on the list for that faculty. I didn't put a cross anywhere. All uninteresting for me. And so the auditorium empties out with each professor dragging a train of high school seniors behind him. And at some point, the auditorium is empty. Only three people are still sitting here. A redhead who spends the whole time reading a book. A skinny guy playing with his cell phone and me. I speak to the skinny guy. "No desire to go to Overland Park either?" "Not on your life. I'm not studying thousands of miles from the nearest decent opera." The redhead interjects, "And pretty much everything else you'd call civilization." We laugh and introduce ourselves. Erik, the redhead (how appropriate, I'm not joking), the skinny one is Brayden and I'm Callan. We start talking. Somehow we all have a similar fate. Either our fathers or our brothers studied here. We all have more artistic than sporting interests. We all want to study either in California or New England. Erik suggests that we go out and sit on campus. The weather is nice. It's a good idea. We're sitting in the sun talking when we suddenly hear a voice.

"Hey squad! Finally found you, fam! I've been straight up grinding and hunting all over this place to link up with my homies!" Towards us comes the epitome of everything I loathe about university. An unkempt muscleman, his greasy mullet tamed with a baseball cap on backwards, in a sweaty tank top. Four bottles of beer in his hand. He hands each of us a bottle and says "Yo, yo, yo, what up fam! The name's Ryder, my professor homie spilled the tea that there are three total bros up in here who ain't about that study life, and guess what? Yours truly got the task of keepin' it real with y'all. Haha, I'm the king of slacking off, ain't nobody got time for studying and whatnot. Let's kick back and chill, my dudes!" Ryder stinks of sweat. Disgusting. But somehow also hypnotizing. He opens his bottle and says "Cheers". As if in a trance, we open our bottles and say "cheers".

"Yo, fam, check it out, I'm gonna give you a lit tour of the campus, but not that lame-o typical stuff. Like, forget about the snooze-fest library or whatever. Bro, regular dudes walk in there and walk out looking like they just stepped out of a nerd convention with their thick glasses and wack sweaters. Let's bounce and hit up the real vibes, ya feel me?" Ryder almost chokes with laughter at his own joke, which Erik counters with a fist bump. What the…? "Yo, peep that cafeteria comin' up! It's legit crucial for gettin' in that dank protein intake, ya feel me? And bro, protein is like, the holy grail of gainz. That's the fuel for them epic protein farts, man! Rock on, get that fuel, unleash the beast!" As if on cue, he lets out a fart. Shit, that stinks. Erik laughs. And farts too. Shit, didn't he actually want to study piano? At the conservatory in Boston? Strange behavior for a pianist….

Ryder tells us to wait a minute. He runs into the cafeteria and comes back with four fresh cold bottles of beer. Shit, yes, the beer tastes good. I take a deep swig. And…. BUUUUURP! Ryder and Erik are laughing uproariously. Brayden looks irritated. And I reply ""Yo, it's gonna be, like, forever until those protein farts are unleashed. So, a real dude just gotta let out a mega burp, bro!" Erik and Ryder give me a high five. And Ryder says that he's about to lead us to the source of all protein farts.

You can smell the gym changing rooms before you see them. Erik and I take a deep breath. Brayden holds the sleeve of his jacket in front of his nose. "Yo, bro, it looks like we're getting closer to your second home, huh, Ryder? Watch out for the vibes!" says Erik. Ryder does a double bicep pose and says that Erik can fucking take it. Poor Brayden is standing right next to Ryder. His nose is basically right in the sweaty bush in Ryder's armpit. "Dang, I forgot my gear for the gym! I'm totally itching to pump some iron, man." comes out of his mouth. "Dude, no worries, at our next stop we'll totally score something way cooler for you to rock." says Ryder. "Yo, dude, spit it again - what's your name, pumpin' pal?" Braydon copies Ryder's double bicep pose. I didn't think he had muscles like that. "Yo, my dudes, I'm Beau, like, duh, isn't it obvious? I mean, come on, who else could it be, right? Beau in the hizzouse, representin' like a boss!" The two of them do a chest bump. Erik and I actually look at each other a little enviously. I mean, everyone wants to be best mates with Ryder, the hottest guy on campus.

"Yo, dudes, head to the most lit spot on the whole campus. And watch out! If you think it already smells like sweat and musk, you haven't seen anything yet!" We walk across the student parking lot towards the football field. Past my baby. Ryder raises his eyebrows appreciatively and says that you rarely see cars this cool here. I pose proudly: "Geez, check out this 410 horsepower beast with eight cylinders and 581 Newton meters of torque! My 6.7-liter monster needs that kind of power too. Rocking full leather interior, a massive 12-inch touchscreen infotainment system, and a killer 750-watt sound system with 17 Harman Kardon speakers. Damn, could never roll in a hybrid after this!" Ryder gives me a chest bump too. Shit, I'm in the club!

Erik thaws out when we're finally in the changing rooms of the football stadium. He takes a deep breath. "Yo, peeps! You feelin' me on this? This smell is like pure home vibes, amirite?" he says. Ryder points to the pile of dirty laundry in the corner. "Yo, dudes, wanna toss some balls around? Let's get our sporty vibes on and slay the game with our rad skills! Let's flex our muscles and show off our mad throwing game. Let's get that adrenaline pumping and have a blast on the field. It's gonna be lit, so don't miss out, fam! Let's do this!" He really doesn't have to say that twice. In no time at all, we're undressed and rummaging naked through our clothes for something to pass. Erik deliberately lets his cock swing for a very long time before putting it into an XXL urine and cum yellow jockstrap. Dude, that boy would make horses jealous! And he can impress Ryder. Out onto the pitch and with a well-directed throw he chases the ball the length of the pitch through the goal. Four-chest bump! Shit, we all can't wait to play for the college team!

"Yo homies, any more burning questions for your boy? The sickest crew on campus is definitely mine - Alpha Phi Alpha, baby! Don't stress, you guys are total Alpha bros, so of course you'll get in. If you're down, we're throwing a lit party at the frat house tonight. Crash on the couch if you want, solo, duo, trio… whatever floats your boat. Just remember, never make eye contact, that's like, no homo!" Beau asks where he can get a cold beer now. Rick has a mega boner. And I can't wait to suck him off right away. Unless Ryder beats me to it. Shit, I'm so proud to be a business major at the University of Kansas on the Overland campus. My dad will be even prouder.

"Yo, so you wanna join the sickest crew of all the raddest universities in the damn USA?" I love the information days on campus. Lots of hot fresh meat. And the premium meat belongs to Alpha Phi Alpha, just like us! "Yo, peep this dude with the sickest Mullet ever, that's my bro Beau. And check out the fiery buff dude over there, that's Rick, the top quarterback of the football squad for real. I'm Cletus, and we 'bout to show y'all the raddest spots on campus. But first, in honor of the hottest dude to ever grace this campus, let's crack open a cold one." We take a big sip. And burp "Ryder" loudly!