#but most of them are uuhh not... finished

[luck-of-the-drawings]

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saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[portraitofalinkonfyre]

Hiiii!!!! Uuhh sorry I get a bit awkward to approach new people but oh my god I needed to say that I absolutely love your work!! Im truly a fan!! Your Fierce Deity fics bring me to life and I cant stop thinking about it <333

Not sure if this idea is interesting enough but I cant stop thinking about it and I thought you could maybe like it!!

I keep thinking about Reader talking with the Fierce Deity's mask (imagining he still sealed in the mask) like he was physically there, just rambling. We could show him the sky and the grass, mundane things, talk about our thoughts and ask questions to him, like what is it like to be a god and if he is happy with his life.

One question that also pops a lot in my mind is asking what gods thought of humans or maybe, what he thought of them, of us!! Ofc he doesnt respond bc he is inside the mask but then one day he is off of it and he remembers each and every question we ever asked, and is willing to answer them all NFKENFKWFKWKKFKWKDKW

Its just an idea, you dont really have to do it, but everytime I think about it or Fierce in general, I cant help but also think about you <333

Im really glad I found your work!! I hope we can be friends!! :DDD

I wish you a lovely day my little leaf!! Toodlessss 🍃🍃🍃

𖠰 Woods 𖠰

Okay first of all, this idea this absolutely amazing!! I'll have you know I was practically VIBRATING with excitement while reading this! You have no idea how stoked I am to receive asks like this, so do not feel bad at all for sharing! Also what we're literally already besties <3

Man In The Mask

Pairing: Fierce Deity x Reader

Warning(s): N/A

Masterlist

What are you?

It was a question the Fierce Deity had heard a thousand times, often accompanied by blood and blaze: a question of those he protected... and those he did not, whispered on the heels crimson-dripped lips and frightful eyes. He was a god of war, and thus not one to engage in the folly of mortals. Orders were his foundation, and steel his soul, wrapped in a righteous evil that not even the goddesses could bear to gaze upon.

Which is why he felt nothing short of hedonistic when it fell from the lips of the paltry mortal's holding the wretched mask that trapped him centuries earlier. Voice soft and eyes softer, touch featherlight on the chipped edges of his prison. There were thumbs on the apples of his 'cheeks', and the deity was caught between rage and sorrow. Tumultuous emotions were not his strong suit, and neither was restraint, from the way things were looking.

He didn't need to stand before them to feel their weakness, as was typical of most humans, but there was an ember in your eyes that seemed to burn with a light he didn't dare remember, shining like a beacon in the night.

"I wonder who painted you," the human, you, mused, stroking again over the half-glossed finish of the mask. Gentle, comforting, and utterly indecipherable to the deity inside. "You're so dusty; did Time even polish you?"

Why... Why was that relevant? Never in his wildest thoughts had the Fierce Deity expected Time to intrust his 'care' to a human, much less you. His very existence was a burden; how could a so-called hero willingly place something so... so destructive in the hands of, well, he considered you quite innocent to the tribulations of war and bloodshed and sorrow.

But what could he do but wait, snug under your arm, as you prattled on about anything and everything. The notion that you were naive enough to talk to a mere mask, of all things. Had you no sense? No discretion? It was a question he often asked himself, though only because there was no one else to answer.

That didn't stop his dull wonderings on whether you would ask such questions if he stood before you in the flesh. Would you cower? Fight? Flee? Perhaps he would remember the words that fell from your mouth, just to prove himself right once again.

***

The Fierce Deity mask weighed heavy in your hands as you plodded down the small path towards home. A thick forest bordered you from the east, while a blooming prairie stretched as far as the eye could see from the west. There was no doubt in your mind that you were incredibly lucky to live where you did, a fact that was only exemplified by the nine heroes that had crashed into your life (and living room) through a portal that looked straight out of Coraline or some shit.

Never in a million years would you have expected Time, the distrustful forest child he was, to entrust anything to you, much less a mask that supposedly held the spirit of one of the greatest entities of his world, but you supposed it was only proof that miracles did still exist. Maybe.

Either way, you had taken up the mantle of caring for the mask, and there was no way in hell you were going to screw up. Not that Time would let you, the worrywart, and you were only just beginning to catch him not staring holes into your back.

Chronic mother hens aside, it didn't take a genius to figure out there was something terribly wrong with the item tucked under your arm. Whether it was the crimson and navy facial markings or innocuous radiation of something akin to evil, you had no doubt that Time's warnings were not in jest.

Despite this, you couldn't quite shake the idea of a soul being trapped inside, well, the mask was practically a prison at this point. And maybe, just maybe, you felt a modicum of guilt at the entity's fate. Had he deserved it? Perhaps. Was it cruel? Without a doubt.

Which is why you found yourself taking the Fierce Deity's mask with you when you went to the store, or the library, or simply for a walk in the forest, tucked in your satchel to protect from prying eyes, though you always adjusted the cover so at least one of the eyeholes was free to gaze upon the wonders of your world. It was a small mercy that you were willing to afford, one that quickly spiraled into conversation with the mask itself. You always had a habit of speaking out loud, and now you, presumably, had an ear to listen.

But it was all speculation at this point; Time had never outright confirmed whether a living creature resided within the painted oak, only that it was imbued with an evil so ancient it could challenge the goddesses. You had stopped listening at that point, muttering 'drugs' under your breath, but there was always hope in your tone when you reminisced about the world around you.

With a sigh, you stopped, bringing the mask to the forefront of your vision, thumbs instinctually tracing the crimson stripes on the cheeks. It was baffling that something so beautiful could feel so wrong in your hands. You desperately wished to uncover the truth, to breathe in the big reveal and revel in the known mysteries of life.

"What are you?" The words slipped off your tongue like silk, right enough that you could have chalked it up to fate. The mask felt warm, basked in the fading rays of the golden sun, and you had the distinct feeling of being watched. The pads of your thumbs stroked the raised cheeks of the mask, disturbing a thin layer of dust, as more words spilled forth. "You're so dusty; did Time even polish you?"

It felt strange, talking to the mask as if it was a person, but you were too intrigued to care. If an entity truly resided within, you wondered what he thought of you. Was he impressed? Disgusted? Resigned? You had grown up with the belief that if gods truly existed, their disappointment would be without bounds, but that assumption didn't feel accurate when you stared at the shadowed skin of your palms through the eyeholes.

What horrors had a deity of this caliber seen through eyes of oak... and why were you so desperate to find out?

***

The Fierce Deity was convinced you were either crazy or stupid.

Night had fallen some time ago, filling your small quarters with only the pale light of the moon. His prison sat propped against the contraption you called a 'lamp', facing the bed in which you slept. Your nighttime routine was... unusual, to say the least. In his time, maidens wore long shifts to sleep, while here, you had treated him to the ludicrous sight of what could only be described as the shortest britches he had the displeasure of viewing and a sleeveless rag of a tunic that looked as though you wore it to a scuffle with a large animal, not to mention the sheer audacity you had to undress before the mask without regard for decency. Had the Hero of Time not informed you of his status in this wretched prison, because it was as though you had forgotten or simply didn't care at all?

Whatever the case, it was with much dread that the Fierce Deity only found himself more attracted to the mortal cursed with his care. Your life was, at most, mundane, yet you spoke as though every day was a great adventure, in a tone that could have inspired countless scribes into a flurry of activity. More shocking, however, was how he could feel himself clinging to your every word, like a dog waiting for scraps. He had been alone for so long, and the reality that a mere mortal considered him, well, mortal enough to converse with was a reality he never imagined contesting with.

But, despite how thrown off he was, there was a certain comfort in the quiet nights you spent together, however inadvertently they came to be. After a life of isolation, he found a purpose in the steady rise and fall of your chest, in the snorting giggles of your laughter, and the way you flipped the edge of your pack to grant him sight, never mind that he was fully capable of viewing the world without it. It was for that reason that the rage in his battered soul waned a fraction, leaving a sliver of room for whatever this was, and the reason his mind refused to release thoughts of your whispered queries, always centered on him, whether it be his health, status as a deity, or happiness.

Farfetched as it was, the Fierce Deity, god of war and blood and death, waited hours for you to wake, unblinking because he would be damned to miss the very moment of your return to the land of the living, the languid stretch your body performed as you groaned softly, rubbing the creases of your eyes with the same gentleness you treated him to. He would study the outfits you wore, committing them all to memory so he could better understand the core of who he considered to be his savior. Maybe then, when he was free, he could begin to repay your kindness–bit by bit, word by word–until distance became more of a myth that him, and your tender warmth could be validated by more than just a paltry mask. Your very breath became his meaning, your soul his muse, and the Fierce Deity was sure he would never forget it.

But in the meantime, perhaps he would remember the words that fell from your mouth, just to prove you right once again.

I can't begin to express how beautiful this felt to write. The Fierce Deity truly is my muse.

ALSO there will be a part two, so keep your eyes peeled!

[skepsiss]

Help me decide what to write!

I feel like I've been neglecting my own little series to work on challenges, Bangs, and the likes! I think I want to work on some of my own stories, but it really helps to motivate me when I know what stories people want to read the most.

Under the cut are the series descriptions and what I have semi-planned for the next part of that series. (And links if you want to read them).

Through Leagues and Miles Pt1 // Eddie and Steve meet up again after 7 years. They're proper adults now and Eddie is living his dream of being a rockstar, while Steve has just started to go back to school to become a teacher. They were only supposed to be meeting up for a reunion with The Party, but one thing leads to another, and well... maybe acting on that crush from 7 years ago is worth it. Part 2 of "Through Leagues and Miles." Essentially this would be the aftermath of the party, Steve and Eddie starting to be regularly intimate with one another.

His People Chapter 1: His People // This story is more about Eddie than anything. Exploring the idea of Eddie coming back very "monstrous" from the Upside Down, and he doesn't have a lot of memories on how to be human. He does learn quickly though that the people around him do love him no matter what. This was written for Eddie Month with the Oct 13 prompt "Monster."

Chapter 2: Like. Lust. Love. // Eddie relearns what attraction is, and acts on the memories he has of himself and Steve... or what he thinks are his memories of him and Steve.... (angst, drama)

Chapter 3 of "His People." Picking up right after Chapter 2 to see how Steve and Eddie handle Eddie kissing Steve unprompted.

Tooth and Nail Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 // Uuhh, it's kinda sad guys. Prompt was to write something where Eddie is the one that is in denial about his queer-ness and Steve is the one who makes him question his sexual identity. Full request here. This is hurt comfort and miscommunication riddled; read some realness and slowburn towards romance. Part 4 onward is pining time with Eddie trying to figure out his feeling Part 5 of "Tooth and Nail." Eddie and Steve have patched things up, but Eddie hasn't given too much consideration to why he kissed Steve specifically. This isn't just Eddie panicking about being queer, but questioning his actual interest in Steve.

Long Road Ahead Pt1  Pt1.2   Pt2    Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 // A Five part (maybe six?) series about Steve and Eddie getting together. Steve really struggles with the possibility of him being queer and doesn't know how to deal with it. Each part alternates between Eddie's POV and Steve's POV; lots of yearning, miscommunication, a pining with a happy end. Part 6 of "Long Road Ahead." Wasn't planning on doing a part six, but a few people have voiced that they want to know what the aftermath of Part 5 looks like. Soooo, maybe an epilogue of sorts.

The Last Strange Thing [Monster reference guide] [The art for the fic!] Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 [FINISHED] // Welcome to the apocalypse. The demo-infection has taken hold of the world, and humans are a rare thing these days. Still, people hang on to civilization in pockets across North America and beyond. Hawkins is one such place.  Steve Harrington is a scout who runs missions for Hawkins, and on one of those missions, he becomes separated from his scouting partner, Robin. He has to find his way across Indianapolis in an infected world, meeting one very important individual on the way, Eddie. The two of them must trust one another in order to journey across Indiana, while perhaps finding something softer to nurture with one another along the way.

Epilogue for "The Last Strange Thing." Mentioned this on the fic description that I might do an epilogue, and it would essentially just be 18+ them being horny and in a relationship now. Lol.

[tired-demonspawn]

Title Game

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

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@black-rose-writings i hate you for tagging me(affectionate) <3

i have many WIPs i will never finish because i thought they were cringe!! :D but!!! sure. i love answering questions about my stuff.

for the ones i do hope to finish one day(that being my original work):

Resonance

Red daisies

Vampires, sirens and other demons

Tales of death

yet-untitled london sewers moment(not that i've ever been)

now there are the fandom ones which i shall probably never finish and do kinda think they are cringe just a lil tiny bit... or a lot. yknow. whatever:

owl-y soulsborne

Variable outcome

The delicate balance of...

Miscellaneous adventures of Amy the OC

The curious case of Noriaki Kakyoin: the magical art teacher

...yes they are all jjba fanfics aside from the 1st one... which isnt even a fanfic. i would say i refuse to elaborate further but the nature of this ask game stipulates i do. although i hold no illusion that someone will actually ask me about these. i dont exactly have an active following.

i do not know 10 people. so i will only tag 3: @wolame-o-ccx @lord-luxo @talisman975

dont feel pressured into doing this, its just harmless fun! also if anyone uuhh else sees this and uuhh wants to do it then hey man go right ahead i wont stop you.

[yourgaydads]

Okay hi, hello.. this has been clawing at my ribs for a while now (it's really several things, but uuhh) , I'm an absolute shy baby when it comes to interacting with fandom so ahh

Very sorry if any of this has been said before, basically looking at your art has made me think heavily on A LOT.

What if Cori goes shopping in the brief time he has after finishing his nightmare duties. Just running around whatever scape the dreaming has decided to mix up by him and another's unconscious interacting.

Absolutely horrific framed art? His

Clothes from the cottage nearby? His

Books upon books that range from frightening to kind of beautiful, but you still gotta stomach it? Pretty much canon for at least one book, so, HIS.

Lucienne now has to begrudgingly travel out to see him and his small yet growing library to look over and catalogue his nasty nasty books, and oh no, don't think you can take them because HE found them and they shall continue to be KEPT.

Why just stop at that though? Rummaging through a fridge, cupboards? Totally find the most forbidden of ice cream flavors... Leave it back at the office freezer for others to gawk at in disgust... Spice up the office party with taking bets on whither the new nightmare dish Cori found is delicious, disgusting.. sentient?

It's just all barrelling towards disaster on some days cause, 'F*CK you put it in the microwave.. that's.. alright everyone out! It's gonna smell horrible for a while' (Mervyn probably, so done with this)

He's just always been crossing lines you know, so some days he just walks off, no shopping today! Reaches the edge of the nightmare he's concocted, crosses over into a coworkers area. Bother the hell out of them, ruin their plans.. and then other times it's someone he's never met, someone or something that no one else will probably meet. Just lesser nightmares, pulled and shaped from the sea to torment a mind and they'll soon flow back, fade, they'll only be remembered by the dreaming and it's dreamer, but even then upon waking they may be forgotten to them too.

He sits with them for the time they have, talking about anything. Questioning who they are, what they do, where they will be going and what they think they'll be then.. even though they've existed briefly. Then they go.. until they don't, cause it just starts with a single nightmare expressing the hesitancy, cause they wish they could have more, experience more.. but maybe they just have to follow their job, the purpose they've been given to end in darkened waters.

There's a pain there, in Cori's chest, he can't remember why there would be, maybe doesn't want to know just yet.. but he's got a grip now, on flesh, on feathers on scales. One after the other, because he's been keeping and they could be kept just the same, no one has made that much of a fuss yet.

A cold house turns to apartment. He will keep them and they will be given their time, their space.

Some go, to travel the dreaming, days, months. Others with a bow, a hug a kiss, eventually go forever, they've had their time and they've enjoyed it immensely, the quiet of the sea has been calling.

Lucienne still has to come back, the small shelves of books is a full library now. She doesn't complain, it's now homey and warm here but she will poke fun. Behind a clipboard and a cupped hand to hide a smile and huffs of laughter, 'You have so much now, you truly know everyone here?'

She gets to watch the Corinthian go through the motions of some denial. That it's sheerly impossible to know and keep up, he's just having them around for the excuse of unhinged parties... and someone up a few levels makes the best damn food, and another has the prettiest face and can actually beat him at chess.. and more and more. 'It's all just convenient for me, honestly.'

She feigns disinterest as she slowly walks out of the one sided conversation to finally get to cataloguing, and if she side eyes the Corinthian's own books, written, drawn.. by him.. to mark what new volumes have appeared, she'll hide the brighter smile. She wouldn't dare look into something so deeply personal, but if a certain 'birdie' told her they're full to the brim with sketches and stories of the lesser nightmares, those here and ones who came before.. well. Corinthian has always played finders keepers, just maybe don't let him know he's found a family, and they're keeping him too 🤫 ~

oh wow, oh god umm. I'm so sorry (but also not uvu) I just really had to carve that out of myself and uhh, I guess it's yours right now, hold it gently ~blease

Yu-P that's it, I guess uhh, Daniel Hall (actually) forklift certified (totally not like Dream) and lesser nightmares unionize when 👀

Have a good day ouo)/ , Grace

wow, i never thought my goofy art would make anyone think. funnily i was trying to work out a comic where the corinthian is pushing a shopping cart through nightmares like it's bed bath & beyond and being all "ooh, nice lamp" while all sorts of horrific shit goes on in the foreground (like sometimes at bed bath & beyond) but never could up with a punchline. (i do have one planned that's kind relevant to something you mention though.) and, yes, daniel is totally forklift-certified. he's that boss who insists on holding awkward one-on-one's with everyone to learn how they do their job.

so the corinthian is, like, the total loner who only interacts with anyone when he wants something from them and places no value in relationships with the exception of the one he has with dream (which isn't by choice anyway). at the same time, not giving a shit or questioning why he does anything means he has no reason not to unwittingly become a den mother to lesser nightmares. it's no skin off his ass when they start sleeping on his couch and drinking all his beer. maybe they bring him back some particularly juicy eyeballs in an igloo playmate cooler. everyone else merrily muddles his mind about the changes they perceive in him that are not changes to him, and he just corinthian.exe has stopped working when they do. but, yo, this idea is so sweet honestly. he gets to have something resembling a life while still being a menace.

[vypridae]

BOO

sending over nikolai and poe for the character thing :3

AH !!!! nikolai and poe :3

under a cut bc this got a little long too

NIKOLAI

first impression

i remember meeting him and being so just like oh ??? hes a silly guy !!!! i immediately forgot all of his objectives and shit but i still was like oh hes the silliest

impression now

SILLIEST . ABSOLUTE CUTIE PIE . YOU CANNOT FATHOM HOW MUCH I LOVE HIM . BEST EVER

favorite moment

oh ym god dd ddd ddont make me cHOOSE . every moment with him is silly.

anyway its so actually hard to think of a favorite moment with nikolai because ive always loved all of his moments . honestly though my favorite has to be in the anime when he goes "HOLY SHIT !!!!" just because . holy shit !!!!

idea for a story

okay . imagine : nikolai cooking for fyodor and sigma . thats it thats the story idea

unpopular opinion

the idea that hes a great cook !!!! i love imagining him being realyl really passionate about his cooking and its just an aactivity that no one can criticize him for doing different than others because its COOKING !!! you can basically do ANYTHING in cooking !!! and he loves that aspect and he has a blast every time . and also because i like the idea that he makes food for fyosig when they Forget . i get why people say no hes Not because hes nikolai he is very silly, but i am Very Biased so Suck It

favorite relationship

FYOSIGLAI !!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAA

favorite headcanon

one of my personal favorites is nikolai whos really good at copying others' handwriting and signatures, one because he probably had to learn to change up his handwriting to infiltrate government facilities, and two because i think he'd have fun messing with sigma and fyodor by writing them letters to each other ... in the others' handwriting (he makes CRAZY THINGS happen and they figure it out almost immediately when they talk about it) . its so funny to me

POE

first impression

i think when i finished the episode in s2 where he trapped ranpo in the book i went ooh hes a little shit i love him . hes so gay and i love his raccoon . i think when i first saw him (esp in the flashback scene in s2 ep10) i was like "this guy is trans" like i saw the flashback and immediately decided he was mid transition

impression now

still love him and karl . still think hes gay for ranpo. still think hes trans . silly little guy !!! oh hes a little fucked up actually ... /pos

favorite moment

"well karl, seems like everyone else is having fun, aren't they?" -s3 ep12(?), absolutely the best, relatable, hilarious, i love poe

also the uuuh "you this kid's fanboy or something?" "NO HES MY RIVAL!!!!!!!!" in s4

idea for a story

literally anything with poe pinning over ranpo . i dont really have anything in specific in mind but honestly i love the idea of poe writing something thats super heavily based on him + ranpo and ranpo finding out

unpopular opinion

honestly the most i can think of is Let Poe Be A Little Fucked Up Actually because hes shown he can be evil (s2 ep10) hes shown hes super goddamn smart (s5 !!!!) hes good at being bad !!! and i love that because hes fucked up and we've seen he's fucked up !!! i want more fucked up poe content <3

favorite relationship

ranpoe . obviously . obviously the best

favorite headcanon

OOGUUGH UUHH poe louisa friendship is very close to my heart and i love the hc that they have coffee and just kind of talk sometimes its so silly to me

[tackyink]

Hello 🥰 here I come after 3 main quest and 543 side quests!! Just to give you commentary of the last chapter/jjjj

(I know you said I didn't have to obligatorily leave a comment, but I really enjoy it and feel a bit frustrated with myself if I promise/say something and end up not doing it ajshajsha I guess it's a matter of principle)

Uuhh, big spoilers ig if someone who hasn't already read last chapter does read this ????

KUWABARA MY LOVE! I love how you write him (who am I kidding, I love how you write the main cast, and the side characters and the antagonists and the—) like, he is so sweet?? But also very impulsive. Which ends up being very endearing if not a bit embarrassing (but like, second hand and not by a lot). I can relate to his want to have his favourite series finished, but also that Wakaba's agency is shitty and they treated her like,, real bad.

On the other hand I feel so bad for Wakaba :( I imagine that if you end up doing a series you want to end it the best way possible so the fact that she had to sacrifice years of work just because her agency did what they did... I hope she can finish it--

The whole chapter was super nice and the pacing was good, in the sense that it felt imminent that the secret was going out. I liked a lot the way Kurama was a bit flustered (I guess, with Kurama being Kurama?) when Kuwabara went barging in lol

Also!!! THE GIRLIES ARE HERE. I love them. Togashi should have given them so much more screentime!!!! Yukina my beloved aaaaa I'm looking forward to the shenanigans now that they are there.

But for the most shocking part of the chapter (for me) HIEI. SHORT KING. I truly wasn't expecting him at all?? I knew you would introduce him at some point but I definitely didn't think it would be in that chapter, you were truly spoiling us. He came all the way because he was worried about Yukina, and Wakaba's first and only reaction after all that had happened to her that week was: Do I get another futon?

She has me rolling ajshajsha there is something about deadpan characters = comedic relief that's very true. I think it's the essence of your characters, being effortlessly funny without trying lol I'm always happy when I read one of your stories 💞

I don't have much more to say, I was saving some comments for the ao3 but I don't think I will make it before you update the next one lolol uni's tfg is killing me already in October, I don't want to see myself in May ajsgajsvshws oTL

Anyways if I remember anything else I wanted to comment on, I will send you another ask filled with love 🫶

I hope you have a super nice next week!!! 🤗

Full disclosure, I've been having a couple of crappy weeks health wise and haven't worked on ALC since I posted chapter 6, but in the spirit (haha see what I did there) of the holiday I promise I'm going to spend the afternoon of the 31st and the 1st editing just so you can read it before you graduate also holy shit, where has time gone???

You know, you've made realize parallels between this and the situations that pop up in fandoms when someone involved in production is revealed to have done something awful. I think it's natural to go "NOOO MY BLORBOS" when you're invested, those feelings can't come at the expense of the people who've been harmed, and Kuwabara's 100% the type to prioritize people, no matter how disappointed he may be. I would be gutted if I were in Wakaba's shoes as well - nobody wins in this situation, except the publishing house that's raking it in thanks to the controversy.

I feel she's getting better though, having so many people around and a mystery to unravel hasn't left her a lot of time to be miserable. Another unexpected guest? Sure, whatever, she'll set up another bed, what difference will it make at this point. Maybe this will end up being a blessing in disguise. Maybe.

Thanks so much as always for sending these asks. ❤ They make my day every time. Best of luck with that TFG!

[rosehipandroots]

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

tagged by the wonderful @needfantasticstories and @ladye-zelda!

*smacks lu* these bad boys can fit so much trauma in them

OaG

magi

bc one doc isn't enough (lu)

uuhh yea i have a bad habit of wordvomiting and smooshing together various wips and prompts into the same doc lmao they just take up so much real estate otherwise. however!! i do have separate docs for the wips i have deemed i'll Actually finish (aka isolating so no longer out of sight, out of mind XD). but yeah my docs are a hot mess

four! @hotcheetohatredwastaken, @estelian-01, @anime-obsessed, @somer-writes

[idkwhatthisisbutheresdcandstuff]

🎢 for the ask game!!

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Oh fuck UUUUHHHHH

well heh uh probably my most popular fic "my green bean" which started out as a shit post that I thought no one was going to read and UUUUHHHH

Y E E E A A A H H H . . .

I dont even ship them anymore wtf 😭

Anyways I promised a remake and uuhh, never finished it 😅

Fun fact tho that's where I met my online bff Carol :D

Uh yeah ANYWAY-

[lakesbian]

I was wondering if you could put a tag for all of your song posts (songs that would fix x character), including reposting old ones? I want to go back and find them all and listen to the songs, but it's hard to find them all amongst the other posts when they aren't tagged.

oh good idea! i'm planning to go back and organize all of my wormposting when i have a moment soon-ish and i should definitely add wormsong reviews to the list of planned tags bc i am Still fucking getting asks about it lmao. new most popular ask game dropped. that said, it's prolly still gonna be A While before i finish the arduous task of backscrolling and tagging every single wormpost i've made, so in the meantime p much all of the wormsong posts should be under #ask. sure there will be some unrelated ones in there as well but uuhh. you'll live

[otterknowbynow]

ALSO considering I have to drive six hours on friday I should....really try to be uhhhh pretty far ahead....by then

[saewokhrisz]

D. Do. Do you perhaps have any moicy fic recs. Very sorry to bother you, especially in case you don't read fanfiction at all, I'm just craving more content of them, badly

uuhh i do read a Lot of fanfiction but almost all of it is explicit or has *cough* nicher kinks so.... idk if its something you'd like or something id feel comfy immediately recommending, dear anon, but i can try to give a few reccs of stuff ive read and enjoyed

An Angels Descent - HackedTig (unfinished longfic, explicit)

Oasis - Begging_For_Mercy , FancyPants (finished longfic, explicit)

Redefining Collaboration - AmputeeTrainee (oneshot, explicit)

I Am As Human As You - kittymsmith (longfic, mature)

here's few of my favourites, most are longfics cuz i looooveeee good and well built up slowburns so, hope i could be of help!

[ren-therose]

Prove Your Mine

Bo Burnham X F!Reader (WC: 2.5k)

Summary: Bo is being interviewed when he sees another guy bothering you. Though you handle it, he still wants to prove to you that no one else can have you.

Warnings: My most graphic smut so MINORS DNI. TW: inappropriate sexual misconduct in the workplace. oral sex f receiving. penetrative unprotected sex. maybe a little on the breeding side. possessive bo

A/N: As I said, my most graphic fic, so be warned. I have other bo content that doesn't get as detailed (though still very descriptive), and they can be found here. Comment, like, share, yadada, you all know the drill.

Thank you to the two requests that inspired this piece! They are linked here and here if you're curious.

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Behind the glass of the recording room, you leaned back as Bo worked his boyish charm as the interviewer continued to ask question after question. It wasn't often that you were able to join Bo, especially since you were doing a lot to provide for yourself with our own career (it was that ambition that drew him to you in the first place). When your schedule allowed you to join him for a press day, you couldn't help but jump on top of him and give him the biggest hug you could muster. Meetings with Netflix, a few magazines and a nice lunch in LA, you were now enjoying the way he lit up talking about the work he does for this radio show.

You leaned back in the office chair, leg crossed over the other, with your foot bouncing. You arms were perched on the sides of the chair, showing off you black blouse and blue jeans that matched him. Your hair was half up and half down, casual, but still nice. Bo never got tired of how you looked so good all the time: when you wake up next to him, when you come home from work after a long day, or being sick in the bathroom while he holds your hair back. He also loved that you made an effort to match, down to the high tops you wore.

"Yeah no, I love making my own content, because who the fuck else is gonna understand what I go through? So I throw the comedy back in their faces, trying to get them to see the tru-what? Oh shit, I can't say fuck? OR SHIT??" Bo eyes widen and he collapses back into his chair, hands gripping his hair. "Jesus christ, I wish I had known before, I'm sooo so sorry, can we keep going?"

You laugh, as the interviewer explains that anything more than two fucks will make the show R-rated, so he needs to watch it. As you smile, making eye contact for a brief second, the door behind you opens and man is standing next to you, leaning against the tabel as he stares at your boyfriend.

"Is this that fucking comedian from like, 2010 or some shit?"

You uncross your legs and spin to face this asshat face on. "What did you just say about him?"

The man's eyebrow quirks up, raking his eyes over you with a smirk. "Oh, I'm sorry, are you a fan? I didn't mean to offend you; I just thought someone as pretty as you would have better taste than a washup musici-"

You launch out of your seat and plant yourself between the man and the window.

"Already, I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but you have a lot of your information. Maybe do some research on the people who are going to be working with you" you say, jabbing a finger into the man's chest, pushing him slightly as you sit back down, softly letting out a string of insults under your breath.

The man looks surprised, and also impressed. You glance at Bo, whose brow was furrowed.

Shit, he must have seen that. You think to yourself.

You give him a thumbs up and a big smile as he looks back at the interviewer, continuing on. Your cheesy grin drops and your arms cross as the man leans back against the desk to stare at you once more.

"Usually, I'm not into a woman who is so in control-"

"How surprising," you interject, rolling your eyes.

"Aha. But, your bossiness is highly attractive..."

He leans forward, eyes landing on the open buttons of your shirt before coming back up to your face.

You scoff, "As appealing as it is to lie and say I'm single and simple don't want to go out with you, I actually have a boyfriend I love and isn't a dick, so I won't be leaving him anytime soon."

With that, you roll away from him to look at Bo. He is laughing, slapping his leg and running his hands through his hair. You could tell he was probably reaching his limit, and move to the intercom connected to the earpieces he and the interviewer had. As you press the button, the douchebag in a suit leans over your shoulder, brushing the hair off your neck and leaning down to your ear to whisper "but could he fuck you like I could?"

Your finger flies off the button as Bo's jaw drops at the words filling his head. Before he can even get out of his seat, you are grabbing the man by his lapels and pushing him against the nearest wall.

"Listen, you little bitch-ass, sexist, predatory fuck," you reach down and grab the man by the crotch, twisting his balls and dick in your fist, "first, you're gonna apologize to me. Second, my boyfriend just saw all of that, so you get to deal with that and apologize to him as well. Then, you're gonna go tell your manager that I want to speak to her, and if you even attempt to twist (as you squeeze him tighter) the truth, remember the two other witnesses who heard what you said."

The mans face was beet red as sweat dripped down his temple. He was barely breathing, afraid to move. "Answer me, fucker!"

"Yes! Yes!" he cries, a single tear falling from his eye.

"Good!" you say cheerfully, letting go of the man's junk. Just as he tries to scurry away, you grab his arm and say "by the way, it's kinda small, you might need some kind of enhancer because I wasn't impressed at all."

The man looks like he might explode, but rather than risk castration, he practically runs out the door.

"Uhh, do you think she's got it" you hear a voice say over the speaker.

You eyes widen as you realize the mic was on the entire. time.

Bo raises his eyebrows, a clear code for "da fuck babe?"

"Yeah. She's got it. Are we done here?"

--

When Bo exited the booth, you were sitting with your face in your hands, embarrassed by the altercation that everyone just heard and saw.

"Hey Dick Crusher," he mocks, coming to pull you up.

"Noooo, please don't say that Bo," you whine, standing up, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and deliver a bear hug.

"Oh no, that is never going away. That was incredible. Did you get that from Deadpool?"

You pull away to look up at him and reply, "how did you know?"

"Because every guy in the movie theatre collectively groaned at just the idea of being manhandled that way," he said with a shudder, turning to put his arm around you as you both exited the room.

"You're not mad?"

Bo stops and turns to you, surprise etched on his face. "W-why would I be mad at you babe? It's not like you enabled him. He was eye-fucking you the minute he walked in the room."

You look down, reaching to button your top to cover your chest a little more.

"Hey, babe, you don't have to do that. He just needs to learn to noT BE A PERV!" Bo yells down the hall. You laugh, wrapping your arm around his waist as you leave the building.

---

You get back to your place after a ride that consisted of talking about how weird the recording booth smelled and that they guy wanted to interview after that 'horrifying and impressive' tiff.

When you get inside, Bo goes in to put down your purse and keys on the table as you pull off your shoes by the door. Leaned over, your hair falls to the side and your shirt gapes away slightly, allowing your boyfriend to see the soft slopes of your breast. As you go to stand up, Bo stalks towards you, trapping you between him and the door.

"Uuhh, hi?" you say nervously. You still got butterflies around him, even after knowing him for so long.

Bo reaches up to your top, unbuttoning your top one slowly, pulling it away from your chest as he goes to the next one. Instead of undoing the button though, he drops his hands down to your ass, patting you gently before lifting you up the door. You are now level with him as he goes back to your buttons. His breath is warm against your neck, much more comforting than that creep could have ever been.

"Are you thinking about the way he breathed on you?"

The hairs on your neck stood up as he read your mind, moving to the third button now.

"Hm? You want to answer that?"

You breath out softly, wrapping your fingers in his hair as you reply, "nothing feels like you Bo. Only you can make me feel good..." you whisper, leaning your head back against the door as he continues to ghost over your neck. He has finished unbuttoning you and was pulling the top away to reveal your bra and abdomen.

"You got that right." He plants a wet kiss on the crook of your neck, causing you to gasp loudly. "You're fucking mine."

You pull him by the hair so that you can see his eyes as you say the next two words: "Prove it."

The next thing you know, you're being thrown on the bed as he attacks your mouth, tongues battling for dominance. His knee is between your legs as you grind against him, trying to find relief in the friction he granted you. He moved from your lips to your jaw, under your neck to your collarbone. He is marking each place his mouth lands, littering hickeys and love bites like it was the only way to claim you.

You moan, arching your back into his mouth, giving him the opportunity to slip his hands underneath you and unclasping your bra. Once it is thrown somewhere in the room, he attacks your breast, assaulting your nipple with his tongue while his hand squeezes your ass.

"He fucking stared at my tiddies," he mumbles into your chest, causing you to laugh. He pulls off of you and stares with concern and annoyance.

"Uh, I'm pretty sure they were my tiddies," you smirk, shimming your chest in his face.

"Nope. Your tiddies are my tiddies." He bites your nipple softly, causing you to cry out as the throbbing between your legs increased.

"God, Bo, I''m yours, I'm all yoouurrs..." you groan, running your hands through your own hair, pushing it out of your face.

Bo continues to make his way down your body, reaching your jeans with frustration. He sits up and unzips your pants before shimming you out of them, panties and all. Before he goes down, he removes his shirt and pants, giving you the chance to admire the man that you loved.

"And all of that is mine," you growl.

"That's fucking right," he says before diving between your legs. The time to tease is gone, all he wants is for you to be in tears over what he can do to you.

You're breathing is shallow as he runs his tongue through your folds over and over, the wet friction on your clit driving you crazy. One hand in his hair, the other gripping your breast, you feel yourself reaching the a high.

"Bo don't stop, I'm gonna cum, you're gonna m-make me c-c-OH!"

You're arching into his mouth before you can finish your sentence, his arm holding you in place as you ride out your high...on his face.

As you try to catch your breath, Bo sits up, revealing his painfully hard and dripping cock.

"I'm gonna take that fucking pussy and remind you of why it's mine," he mutters, almost more to himself than you. He wasn't the jealous type, but the way that guy had tried to manhandle you in front of him? It pissed him the fuck off.

He pumped himself a few more times before lining up at your entrance. You prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him and you, just barely connecting.

"Show me Bo. Make me yours."

That statement was all the encouragement Bo needed as he slid into you, taking his time to really stretch you out. He was big, and you were filled by his cock, in ways you had never been before. You could feel him in your stomach if you pressed your hand bellow your naval.

The feeling made you weak and your elbows gave as you collapsed against the bed.

"Always so tight for me. So wet. And it's all for me, no one else," Bo whispers, beginning to slowly rock his hips as he moves inside of you. Your body reacts, contracting around him, causing to twitch.

"Hey, I won't last if you squeeze me like that," he pants, already feeling like he could paint your inner walls with his load.

You pull his face down to yours, kissing him gently before stating: "show me what no one else can do."

Bo's hips snap into to you, causing a sharp gasp to escape you. He continues to rail you into the mattress, barely able to completely sheath himself inside of you because of his size. You moan as you reach behind you to grip a pillow, pulling it over your face as you take him with each thrust. You finally throw the pillow and open your eyes to see him holding your thighs as he slams into you relentlessly.

The site of that alone would have made you cum had it not been for the fact that he just so happened to slide his hand down to your already sensitive bud and tweak it in circles. You cry out, tears filling your eyes at the stimulation.

"Bo, I need you to come inside me, please, make me yours baby, I need your cum inside me..."

Bo's eyes roll into the back of his head but he returns his focus to watching your face scrunch at the beginning of your climax.

"Cum for me baby, I'll cum inside you, just squeeze my co-oh, yes, just like that baby, fuck"

You let out a short scream before biting your wrist, your head pulling back as you cream his dick, pulsating and throbbing around him as he spills into you, warm and sticky as he fills you.

"You're mine Y/n. All mine baby," he grunts, bucking into you a few more times as he rides out his high.

---

Both showered and clean, you were cuddled in bed together, your legs in his lap as he rubbed your feet and you played with his hair at the nape of his neck.

"So he was really trying to diss me like that? Why would they invite me if they don't fucking like me?"

You laugh, shaking your head as you reply, "I know, right? It was awful, and who treats a guest like that? Such a creep."

"Hey."

"hey."

"Thanks for standing up for me."

"I love you Bo."

"I love you more, Y/N."

----

A/N: Now this, this was my most graphic fic yet, jesus. I hope you enjoyed- feel free to send in some more requests or suggestions. I like the feedback and reading your comments and reblogs! Bo Burnham masterlist and TAGLIST linked here.

Lots of love and don't forget to pee, wash your hands and clean your toys.

Taglist: @allexthakatt @shes-a-killer-queen-39 @ginger-abreu @dreamingofwolves @beeblisss @toread-fic

@mid-sommared

[vinnieswife]

Goodbye—>

[Vinnie Hacker]

Precaution->smut,dirty talk,and I think that’s all lmao.

It had only been a few weeks, but it seemed like months since Vinnie last touched you. You had some rough goodbye sex before he left for a short trip to LA, which left you with plenty of material to think about in your spare time. How could anything compare to his lips marking bruises on your neck?

As soon as he dropped his bag at the door, none of you wasted time instead. Both are tangled in bed before they can greet each other well. Their kisses were careless and desperate, but neither of them cared. You certainly didn't.

"I missed you a lot." You whisper while he’s nibbling your neck

His kisses started going down your collarbones leaving bruises and hickeys all over the zone until he reach your breasts,he prepare kisses all over them,under your boobs,after than he just take one of your nipples on his mouth and he begins to swirls his tongue around it,giving it little bites,while he was giving attention with his mouth to your nipple, his hand would pinch the other one given you shivers,at one point he just change and the one who was in his mouth is now being pinched by his hand,and the other is receiving attention from his mouth and tongue.

You can’t say No to him.

Not with his hands playing with your nipples like that.

His kissing went down again kissing your ribs and abdomen slowly reaching for your underwear,kissing all the waistband and your hipbones biting them slightly.

“Can I take this off?”he whispers giving a kiss to your abdomen.

Yo nod your head “words baby,you know the rules”

“Yes,take it off please”

His hand come to you panties taking them of and throwing them into a part of the room.

Vinnie is a tease,and he enjoys being a tease,he start kissing your thighs stroking them with his hand,his kisses go down on your inner thighs,but without touching the place where you need his the most.

Then he plants a kiss on your clit, suddenly his tongue was sliding through your folds. He groaned at the taste of you, he had never tasted anything like you and he found himself burying his face in your pussy, his curls tickling your tighs.

He massaged your clit with his tongue before sucking on your clit roughly.

"V-vinnie please" you moaned.

“look at your pretty pussy baby.....love it”

A smile broke out on his face as his fingers finally met your core, a large moan breaking through your throat. You can hardly control your moans as his fingers hardly pound inside of your pussy, waves of pure bliss engulfing you at the feel. His cold rings adding a level of chill, making you shake as he speeds up.

“always so wet for me right princess?”

He put his lips to your clit and suck roughly and just-you were ruined, Vinnie felt so proud of himself.

"Does that feel good?" He asked sweetly

You moaned his name again,a little bit louder this time grabbing at his curls pulling on them causing his to groan sending vibrations through your pussy,making you shiver.

A few more trusts with his fingers and you come undone in his face and fingers,screaming his name,your chest rising up and down so fast.

When he pulled his fingers out of you,he looks at them for a second before putting them into his mouth,right after he left a kiss on your overstimulated clit.

“Tasting sweet like always princess”he winks at you,making you blush,it don’t matter the times vinnie eat you out,he’s always making you feel a thousand of butterflies on your stomach.

He gets up walking to his nightstand grabbing a condom from the package.

He puts the condom on his cock,slowly teasing you,he troughs his head backwards groaning at the light pleasure.

He put his hand on one side of your head and the other one aligned his ereccion with your pussy,he plays with his tip putting it in and out lightly.

“Vin please,don’t tease I-“

And before you could finish the sentence he had already slipped his dick into your pussy making you squeal.

“I missed you Vin”you moaned.

"Missed you too, damn it. Fuck you feel so good."

His thrusts were deep, and while they hit you in the right places, he was too slow. You needed more, and you could tell he did it from the growls he let out when you moved your hips to meet his.

"Harder ,Vin please."

Any other night you would be ashamed of how complaining and desperate you sound, he probably tease you and make you beg, but not now. You didn't have time for his teasing. You've waited long enough to get it back and now that you had it you weren't going to be modest.

"I - shit, love."

You kept lifting your hips as he slowly pumped you, saying all the things you know he loves to hear. Things that never stop irritating you and are ready to explode.

As you accelerate and hear him drop a special message from Vinnie and you think he will finally give you what you want. Instead, you have a very firm grip on your hip that holds you to the mattress.

"Why?”You complain petulantly

Why was he stopping you? You hadn't seen him in what seemed like years, and you knew he needed you as much as you needed him.

"You have to slow down" he groans,slowing the pace.

You raise your hands to frame his face. He was so perfect like this, his lips red and puffy, his curls stuck to his forehead by the sweat.

"I do not want to".

Twist your hips again, but this time combine it with a good tug on his hair. It was something that you accidentally discovered that he likes and that you always took advantage of.

His eyes close for a moment digging his teeth into his already swollen red lip.

"Uuhh please, I do, I don't want to get there yet. I've missed you too much, I still don't want to,I just want a little more”

The truth was, you missed Vinnie and wanted him to last as long as he could.

So you pulled him close to you, his mouth returned to the hickey he had been working on, and you let him hit you slowly. It is slow and lazy, but very nice.

Your senses are full of Vinnie.All you feel is him and all you can hear is Vinnie cooing compliments in your ear. About how much he missed you, how good you feel, how good you are to him.

Accelerate just the smallest amount, it all gets so overwhelming, and you can feel that familiar spiral in your stomach tighten.

"Vin,I'm going,t-to-" You choke with a moan on his neck, squeezing his shoulders tightly.

"Yes? Will you come for me princess?come for daddy I know how bad you want it"

There is only a small hint of arrogance in his tone, as he kisses your shoulder.

He puts his hand around your throat squeezing lightly with his palm,you feeling the cold of his rings.

The air is getting hotter in the room and the chain that hung from his neck left soft caresses on your breasts.

His grip around your neck becomes tighter this time, encouraging his movements.

"Come with me," you whisper, pleading.

He growls at your neck, a little rougher than usual trying to resist, wanting it to last longer. He wanted to make you come at least once before he got one of his own release, but he’s losing his resolve.

You pull your face off his neck, forcing him to look at you, leaning his forehead against yours.

“You are mine princess”

“I’m yours Vin”

“What do you want love?”

"Vin,I want you to please."

It's the way you look at him that he allows himself to give in. He would always give you what you wanted and if you wanted to join, he would give it to you.

"Fuck baby."

He lifts your leg up and wraps it around his waist, and it's so deep you swear you see stars.

It's just a few more thrusts before you fully untangle yourself under him, scratching his back and tugging at his hair. He pushes you through your orgasm and you can feel his soon after.

He ditches the condom, comes back from the bathroom with a clean cloth to wipe off, singing your praises for how amazing you were.

He settled back on the bed, wrapping his arm around you, stroking your hair.

"Welcome home." you laugh, snuggling with him.

He looks at you with a cheesy smile and gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead.He start giving your back soft strokes and kisses on your head,both talked about his trip and about life in the future.

He has no idea what he had done in a past life to deserve you, but he thought he must have done something right.

[arytha]

ohhhh 1, 4, 9, and 14 for the artist ask!!

1. Show your most recent wip

surprise surprise i still havent finished this yet, i eyeballed the colors from memory before (im surprisingly accurate) and now im getting. closer colors from her official art and i plan to do gradients maybe if it works out idk. dont make me shade this tho

4. Favourite things to draw?

People! I like drawing just a dude! I like drawing Fujino! I like drawing patterns that are just doodles and not anything i'll ever have to! redraw!

9. What are you currently trying to improve?

I am Also trying to improve posing. Just poses in general. A lot of stuff I've done recently (the yuri drawing, eralda drawing, etc) has been from pose references which i dont really normally do.. Or at least I didnt before this recent spat of drawing earnestly again.

14. How has your art changed over the years?

This is kind of hard to specify? A lot of my art has gotten fuller..? More details, better posing, better usage of space or even action lines etc. Its easier for me to slap something on to paper and have it look similarly to how I want it to look? Its kind of evolved with practice and I can really see it especially if I look at older art from 2016 or so. Even big pieces that I adored at the time I can see where I would likely improve if O drew them again. For example uuhh

This is an art of my fate/ master oc Liza I drew back in 2016. Its one of my few fullbody art pieces with a pose reference I drew back then.

and its good! I can still look at this and say its good!

but this is art i drew in 2022 as you guys have seen. Similarly with a pose reference, similarly an oc.

and I can!! Really see a difference! But its Hard to really quantify just What has changed you know

[make-me-imagine]

Red Roses: “I Love You” - Tony Stark Ending

Valentines Special: Day Nine

Day One: Morning Glories  //  Day Two: Blue Salvias  Day Three: Sunflowers  //  Day Four: Pink Camellias Day Five: Yellow Tulips   // Day Six: Violets Day Seven: Lisianthus  //  Day Eight: Daffodils (Post with rest of the character endings)

Plot: It’s finally Valentines Day, the day the reader will finally learn who it is that had been leaving them flowers and notes expressing their secret feelings.

Pairing: Gen!Neutral Reader x Tony Stark

Triggers: None        Words: 2,116

Requested Taglist: @aquariuslavenderhoney​​, @thebookbakery​​​, @fablesrose​​, @kitkatd7​​, @thefallenbibliophilequote​​, @beksib​​, @destynelseclipsa​​, @criminaly-supernatural​​, @tammythompson-singslikea-muppet, @belloangelus​​, @snarky--starky​​ @saintbootlegloras​​, @wecallhimbrowneyess​​, @empath-bunny​​, @okkulta​​, @katinthemoon,  @ravennight41​​, @youcancallme-rae , @radhumandragonclam, @unfortunateidiotinadilemma, @past3l-w1ngs​​ ,  @goinggoinggonzo​​, @mxxnmocha​​, @theofficialzivadavid​​, @groovyfluxie​​

February 14th

You tapped your fingers in a repeated rhythm as you read through one of your recent work files, your eyes darting to the time every few minutes, as if it would suddenly jump forward hours at a time. 

As you read over the page again, not changing or adding anything you sighed in annoyance at your own antsy demeanor. You had already finished all of your work for the day and it wasn’t event noon yet. 

Maybe you’d go for a walk around the tower? See what everyone else was up too. Slipping on some shoes, you made your way out of your room and down to the gym, you’d figure someone would be there, and maybe you’d work out a bit to shake off some of these nerves. 

As you walked into the gym you were surprised to see almost everyone there, some of their heads moving to meet you as you entered “Woah, you guy’s having a meeting you weren’t gonna tell me about?”

Steve chuckled “No, we’re just trying to get out of the way, there are tons of caterers and decorators upstairs.”

“It’s like a circus.” Bucky commented.

“Well, since no one else wants to spar with me, how about you?” Natasha asked from across the room. 

“Sure. I need the distraction.” 

“Why’s that?” she asked, though you had a feeling she knew why. 

You said as much “I have a feeling you know.” you said, squinting at her in a questioning manner. She simply smirked in response.

After changing, you and Natasha started sparring, the others watched and gave tips, though most of which were unasked for.  After a while, Steve and Buck decided they wanted a go and you and Natasha sat down for a breather. 

Natasha eyed you for a moment before talking lowly, so only you would hear “It’s gonna be alright you know.”

You looked over at her and rose your brow “What will?”

“Tonight.” She said simply.

You stayed quiet for a moment, glancing at the others around the room “What do you mean? Do you know something?” 

She chuckled “Well, it’s not too hard to figure out that all of these gifts and notes are leading up to one day, today, Valentines Day.”

You let out a long breath “Yeah. Well you’re right. But I still have no idea who it is. Do you?" 

She smirked “I have my ideas, just as I think you do.”

“Not ideas, just...hopes.” you commented.

She nodded her head “Yeah, I know” she was one of the few people who knew you had feelings for one of the others. The one, who out of all the others you wished was the one sending the notes. Tony. But the notes, and the flowers, didn’t really seem his style. He was more blunt. And you had waited long enough to start losing hope that he never felt the same.

“But like I said, it’ll be alright. Just breath and get through it. Like everything else.” 

You nodded “Yeah, I’ll try.”

- - -

Standing in front of the mirror, you wondered if your outfit suited the party, maybe it was a bit too casual. “Whatever” you muttered before going into the bathroom to finish getting ready. Whoever it was has probably seen the worst of you already so they wont mind whatever outfit you wear tonight, there is no real need to impress them. Right? Maybe you should look in your closest again. ‘No it’s fine’ you thought to yourself aggressively as you chastised your behavior. 

You had managed to distract yourself with the others until you needed to get ready for the party, and with helpful advice and kind words from Natasha, you weren’t feeling as nervous as you had been earlier. You accepted that whoever was going to confess themselves to you tonight was out of your hands. 

After checking over yourself in the mirror one more time, you got a text from Natasha telling you that people had begun to arrive. Checking the clock, you see that it’s 8pm on the dot. Well, Tony did always like punctuality, well, from other’s at least. 

Leaving your room you made your way to the elevator and up to the main party floor. When you exited, you were sightly alarmed at just how many people had shown up already. There were loud voices and laughter as people recognized others and they all greeted one another.

You took a breath as you made your way into the main room, wondering where it was you were seated for the dinner part of the night. 

“How you feeling?” a voice said from behind you, startling you slightly.

Turning you see Natasha, you smiled at her “I’m okay, I think.”

“Well, ‘okay, you think’’ is better than ‘definitely not okay’” she looped her arm through yours as you walked further into the room and found Clint and Wanda in the corner. 

An hour or so later, you were standing in the corner of the room, watching the crowd of people. You recognized about half, and knew about a quarter. Seeing someone approaching you from the side, you turned your head and saw Tony waking over, plate in hand. He was wearing a nice suit, red to match the theme. Your heart began pounding a bit harder as he came and stood next to you. 

“Having fun?”

“Of course” you said, failed honesty in your voice.  

He smirked at your answer, knowing full well you didn’t like crowded parties like this, surrounded by a lot of rich people. He held the plate out towards you “This is for you.”

Looking at the plate, you see some strawberries, orange slices, bananas and marshmallows all dipped in chocolate. Taking the plate you hesitated “Uuhh, thanks?” 

“Don’t worry, I got that before everyone started using the fountain. No cooties.” he smirked, earning a smile from you. 

You felt a bit of gratitude at this, it was nice, and a bit unusual for him to do something like that for you. Taking a bite from one of the strawberries, you were surprised at how good it was. 

Tony took a chocolate covered banana from the plate, popping it into his mouth “Good right? Got the chocolate imported from Switzerland.”

You chuckled “Of course you did.”

He smirked “Of course.” he repeated.

You saw him look over across the room with a frown. Following his gaze you see happy waving for Tony’s attention before motioning for him to come over “Looks like something important.”

“With Happy it could be that there is too long of a line at the bathroom.” as he took a step away he turned back to you and pointed at you “Enjoy the fruit, and don’t party too hard, without me at least.”

You chuckled as he walked away. You felt a pang of disappointment as he left. That would have been the perfect time for him to tell you that it was him. You tried to push that feeling away, thinking about the fact that there was no point in wanting to be with someone who didn’t want to be with you. 

Seeing some familiar SHIELD Agents across the room, you made your way over to mingle. You wanted to distract yourself.

- - -

It was getting close to midnight now as you sat at your table with Clint, Sam, Nat Bruce, Steve and Bucky. No one had made any confession to you and you were honestly beginning to think that they changed their mind. Part of you thought maybe that was for the better. But you were also a bit disappointed at the thought as well.

“I’m gonna go get some water” you said as you stood and began walking across the room.

You stopped when you saw Tony rounding the corner a bit fast and seeming a bit exasperated. Spotting you he walked over to you “Do me a favor?”

“Uh, yeah, what’s wrong?” 

“Go on the roof and see of the fireworks are ready, I was gonna get Happy to do it but I can’t find him.”

“You got fireworks? Seriously?” you scoffed, amused.

“Of course I did” he smiled “Now, can you? I need to get everyone on the balconies to watch.” 

“Oh, uh yeah sure I’ll do it.” he handed you his pass-card to his loft before you left and made your way to the elevators, thinking a bit about it you really weren’t that surprised that he got fireworks. 

As the elevator opened, you made your way into and through Tony’s loft and out onto the main roof. Looking around, you didn’t see anybody, so you walked out further, feeling a chill from the night air. Seeing some light coming from around a nearby wall, you walked over “Hello?” you called out as you rounded the corner. 

You stopped in your tracks when you saw, laid out all over the rood top, various bouquets of bright red roses. Your mouth fell open in surprise as you walked a bit closer. Looking around you saw no one and definitely no fireworks. 

You stood their dumbfounded for a few moments, looking at the probably hundred roses. “Do you like them?” Spinning around at the sound of the voice, you saw Tony walking up to you, hands in his pockets as he watched you closely. “I thought it might be a bit much, but, then I thought, what the hell. You don’t confess your love to someone every day.” 

As he approached you, you stared at him, shock still running threw you, before you finally smiled and let out a surprised laugh, sharing your head “Just when I gave up the hope that it was you, you surprise me with this.”

A smile broke out on his face as he took another step closer “Then you did want it to be me?” 

You felt a bit more bashful as he seemed to stare right through you “Yes. I did.”

“Well, that’s definitely a relief. I kept thinking that maybe, you had feelings for me, but, I tend to be a bad judge of character. But, you proved me right.”

“I have to admit, it was hard to keep hoping it was you though, the poetic notes and the flowers, it just...didn’t seem like you.”

“Well that was the point” he smiled “I’ve been planning a way to tell you how I felt, and well, I overheard you and Wanda talking about some stupid romantic movie and I thought I might get creative.” 

“It was definitely creative. And, let me guess. Bruce knew about it, and Vision actually did help you deliver those flowers that day when I asked?”

He winked “Bingo. But, I am still offended by that comment you made.” You laughed, making his smile grow bigger. Taking another step closer to you, he stared into your eyes “You.” he paused, almost unsure of what to say “You surprise me every day you know? And I just, wanted to...surprise you, I guess.” You smiled gently at him “And then, that day in the lab, I- I though I almost got you killed.” 

You shook your head “I don’t blame you Tony. I know you’d never let that happen if you could stop it” 

He gave you a small smile before he reached out, stroking the side of your face gently “I do love you, I mean, if that wasn’t obvious by now” he joked, before his face become more serious ”I’ve only dreamed of having someone like you beside me. It seems too good to be true that you’d want to be there.”

“It’s not to good to be true Tony. Because I love you too.” 

“Well.” he began as he leaned in closer to you, his eyes darting to your lips briefly “If I know you, I know you’d never break a promise.” He spoke almost in a whisper as his lips met yours in a deep kiss. 

Just as you were loosing yourself in the kiss, there was a bright and loud bang besides you making you jump and pull away from the kiss. Your eyes shot to where the light was. You saw bright sparkles falling from the sky as more fireworks shot up into the air from a building across the street. 

You looked at Tony who was smirking and you let out a laugh “At least you didn’t lie about the fireworks.” 

His smirk turned into a grin as he wrapped his arm around your waste and pulled you into another kiss. You could hear the cheers and clapping of the people below on the balconies watching the fireworks, giving an oddly symbolic and movie-esque ending to the passionate kiss. 

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Hope you like it! This is one of my favorite endings that I wrote~