#dont mind me im just trying to know what makes him tick so i can work on the blueprint for the aini revision

[hecksupremechips]

Fucked up how Ryuki didn’t even wanna be a detective. That was his brothers dream. He just adopted it for himself as a way of carrying out what his brother always wanted. And it corrupted him, because he was sick with malice for injustice, for an unnamed man who killed his brother. This was never what Ryuki wanted, his motives were always warped because he’s at war with himself, with the person he’s been for 17 years and then the version of his brother he’s built for himself to become. He isnt real anymore. There’s no Kuruto, just Ryuki

[seikkoi]

ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ | t. stark & s. strange x f!reader

Step one: Work at one of the most successful research laboratories in the country. Step two: Don't fuck it up. Step two and a half: Do not fuck it up.

content/warnings: mildly dubious consent (sooo uncharacteristic of me), degradation, power dynamics, voyeurism, shy reader, org*sm denial, v*ginal fingering word count: 2.6k a/n: im having a small fixation on our favorite witchy doctor dont worry abt it

Shitshitshit!

You chastised yourself mentally over and over again, watching the bright blue numbers tick downwards. It might make sense to get up, scramble across the lab, fling your hand around the incubator and pull the plug. That’s what an amateur would do, but you’re an expert and know that will do fuck all for you now. Then again, an expert would have set the goddamned temperature correctly. 

You’d fallen asleep at your desk–a natural consequence of several late nights collecting data (or drowning in term papers and reports). In your half-awake state, right before your head hits the table, you set the temperature twenty degrees lower than it should be. Dreamland gave no clues to the impending doom awaiting you. Instead, you dreamt of a tropical paradise. Your sunny fantasia was inevitably interrupted by the persistent beep that echoed the labs walls.

The digits keep trickling down, and you rest your head in your heads. All you can do is wait for it to hit zero. Thousands of synthetic cultures–gone. That was two months of work down the drain, and your bosses expected a very long report, printed and neatly stapled by the end of this week. 

You were so fucking fired.

The numbers finally stop, the computer beeping tauntingly as if you needed verbal confirmation on how screwed you were. You could not even begin to imagine how you would explain this. You worked at one of the best laboratories in the world, there wasn’t room for rookies errors here. Especially not when they come from supposed wannabe professionals like you (and cost millions of dollars). Your first week some larger-than-life MIT grad used the wrong inventory system and was gone by noon. You weren’t any better, just some Ph.D candidate trying to boost her resume. 

The computer stops, and in its absence you pick up on the slight tick of the clock on the desk. The red analog reads 9:57 PM. Late, but not too late for your bosses to still be around. You’re nauseous with guilt, but you can’t imagine carrying it through the night, working with nothing through the rest of week just to get canned on Friday.

No, you’d accept your fate now.

If you were lucky, you’d only have to talk to one of them. 

You don’t have a preference for either. Stark had no issue showing dissatisfaction through his words, often sternly and without grace. The good part was that he was the same way with praise, although you rarely managed to earn that. Strange on the other hand was, well, strange. You barely interacted with him, but when you did you always left the conversation not sure if he despised you or merely tolerated your presence. It changed your working attitude from focusing on the science to scrambling for perfection to gain even the faintest ounce of approval. 

Obviously, not well enough if you were making Alaska-sized mistakes like this. Both were equally arrogant (unfortunately, well deserved) and you knew neither of them well enough to plead for your job. 

You make your way down the dim hallway, passing the empty offices and labs. More than one mental pep talk passes through your mind. The end of the hallway held your demise, a cracked open door holding an illuminating light and a pair of voices. 

All you could do was hope they weren’t too harsh.

Beyond the wooden door, you listen to two voices argue indiscriminately. 

“I suppose you think we should just give it away.” one says exasperatedly, and you figure this is Stark by the sarcasm laced in each syllable.

“No,” the other sighs, “but our shareholders will never agree to this price point.”

“The shareholders will agree to whatever we tell them to.”

“You’re right, to a point. Still, we need to be realistic in our expectation of returns.”

“We haven’t done all this work for realism. We did it for profit and you want to sell our hard work to the lowest bidder.”

You tapped your knuckles against the oak door, heart beating in your chest. You went through a couple of opening lines–promises about how this would never happen again and pleas for understanding. Logically, you knew neither were likely to be granted. The voices on the other side grant you entrance that you take nervously. Inside, Stark sits at the large desk in the middle of the room. Strange stands beside him, peering over papers that you presume sparked their conversation. 

At the sight of you, both men seem to soften their hardened expressions. Whatever nonsense flared their words a moment ago is gone, replaced by confusion by their junior researcher at their door this late. Strange glances at the timepiece on his wrist before you can say anything, scoffing and shaking his head. 

“Yes, [y/n]?”

The annoyance drips, clearly not amused by your poorly timed visit. You wring your fingers in front of your body. 

“Firstly, sirs, I want to apologize, there was a mistake with the incubator, and the cultures were destroyed.” 

You wish you sounded more confident, but instead your eyes dart between the men and the floor. Your omission tumbles out in a whiny tone, waiting on every syllable for their faces to turn and tell you how stupid you were and how much you cost them in time and resources. That’s not how it goes, however. 

Stark leans back in the leather desk chair, metal creaking as his arms are crossed in front of his body. He makes an annoyed face, sure, but not the angry scowl you were dreading. 

Strange’s reaction is even more peculiar, chuckling slightly and glancing back at Tony.

“Did the incubator make a mistake, or did you?” he says lightheartedly, a grin stretching on his face, yet the words create a swell in your throat. 

Tony seems to find it amusing as well, watching Strange stalk towards you. He stops in the middle of the office. You’re less than two yards away, trying not to tremble under his gaze. 

“I did, sir, I’m sorry. I’ll gather my things and leave.” you whispered, hanging your head in shame. 

Your feet are on autopilot, turning for the door until Strange speaks again.

“Oh, there’s no need for that.” he chuckles. “Right, Tony?”

You turn back to see him looking towards Stark, who hums in approval. Even more confused, you watch as Strange beckons you closer, and you obey on instinct. 

“I don’t think it’s a good look for a Ph.d candidate to have a termination from such a large company on her record.” Tony coos from his chair.

“No, not at all. That might just tarnish her future.” Strange adds.

Their eyes rake over you. Stephen beckons you forward again, and you comply once more. Clearly, they were mocking you before giving you the boot. The condescending drip in their voices leaves your skin hot with embarrassment.

“We wouldn’t want that for you, sweetheart.” Tony sits up as Strange guides you towards the desk, a large hand resting on your back. 

“I-I don’t understand.” you stammer. 

They both share another laugh at your confusion. Stephen stands behind you once you reach the desk. He nudges you forward until your hips are flush against the edge. There’s still separation, but not enough that you can’t sense his body right behind yours.

“I’m sure a smart girl like you knows how valuable you are to us,” Tony locks eyes with you as Strange twirls your hair in his fingers. The touch shocks you to turn back to him, only for Strange to push you back to face Tony. 

“Everyone makes mistakes, after all.”

Your eyes widen when Stephen presses his body into yours, easily towering over you. Heavy hands trail down your jean-covered hips, hot enough to burn your skin through the denim.

“We’re very understanding, I’m sure we can work something out.” Stephen’s voice purrs in your ear, warm breath tickling your throat.

The glittering look in Stark’s eye is all too familiar, watching Stephen’s hands get acquainted with every inch of your form. You shudder under his touch. The blood in your veins runs cold as you catch a wink between the two men–and suddenly, you understand.

“Wouldn’t want your career to end before it even starts now would we?” Tony taunts. 

Fingers tease along your side. Soon, they work their way under your shirt, grazing the skin of your midriff. 

Any lingering uncertainty is snuffed when Stephen presses further into you. The desk digs into your hips, trapping you between it and the tall doctor. 

“I can’t–we can’t–this isn’t–”

Each attempt at a full sentence fails under Tony's lustful gaze. It’s quite enjoyable watching you fail against Stephen. Recruitment always seemed to be just the prettiest research assistants. Who could blame them for finally getting an opportunity for a taste? 

Not to mention you did just cost them a small fortune with your little mistake. Contrary to your beliefs, though, they liked your work ethic (and you, for that matter). Letting go of such a helpful piece of eye candy simply wouldn’t do. That doesn’t mean that kindness is a guarantee. 

“No?” Tony hums. “Well, we could always let you go. We can give a shining recommendation, of course having to mention your little incompetencies.” 

Being blacklisted would kill you. All you wanted was to work in this field. Years of late nights and term papers down the drain was a far greater loss than a few synthetic cultures. 

“Please, you don’t have to do that.” you plead. Behind you, Strange’s beard scratches your throat. His hands travel further north, dancing on the hem of your bra. Goosebumps spread across your skin.

“Like I said, I’m sure we can all come to some sort of compromise.” Stephen’s voice drops low and heavy, enveloping on your covered breasts in his right hand. He squeezes gently, tweaking your nipple through the padded fabric.

“W-what if someone finds out–please, just–”

“Oh, don’t you worry, honey. We know how to be discreet.” Tony smirks.

Your eyes can never seem to leave Tony’s, watching his smile grow as your arousal does. It’s against your doing. Stephen completely surrounds you, touching any part of you he could reach. You gasp when the doctor’s idle hand finds your other nipple, rocking himself into you as you squirm. 

“I think she wants to keep her job, don’t you, honey?” Stephen chimes in.

You nod nervously. If this would save your career, so be it. People have slept with their bosses for less, right? And you certainly weren’t blind, both men were attractive in their own rights, able to pander through a catalog of women much smarter and much more their style. It begs the question why they were doing this all–crossing such a boundary with a goddamned graduate student. 

“Oh no, honey, we’ll need to hear you say it.” 

You barely blink, nor breath, all brain power zeroing in on Strange’s heat pressed into you. Tony raises an impatient eyebrow and you manage to answer out of the need to appease him and keep your job. 

“Yes, I’ll do whatever you want.”

The second the words leave you, Stephen’s hand disappears from your shirt to push you over the desk. You would’ve face planted straight into it had his palms not wrapped tightly around each of your wrists, yanking your arms. You try to sit up, uncomfortably pressed between Stephen Itchy wool suit pants and the wooden desk. Tony gleams down at you as the doctor keeps a firm hand splayed across your back, his right hand reaching around for the zipper of your jeans. 

In the next moment, you feel cool air bend around your bare legs. Before you can have anything even remotely resembling second thoughts, your lace panties are quickly pulled to your ankles as well. Warmth flushes across your cheeks, feeling Stephen’s hungry eyes and fingers on your exposed cunt–all while Tony’s eyes stay locked onto you, smile growing wider as your shame does. 

That became harder the second rough hands grab the supple flesh of your ass before a teasing finger slid across wet folds. You squirmed against Stephen’s hold on your wrists, trying desperately to look anywhere but at your boss as you bit back a soft gasp.

“I think our pretty little assistant is feeling a bit shy, Stephen.” Tony declares, reaching out to caress the side of your face not pressed into the surface. It sends butterflies up your spine at how gently he draws tight circles on the skin of your cheek, humming in satisfaction from how roughly Stephen roams over your body.

“Tsk, I hardly believe that, as wet as she is right now.” he murmurs, distracted by the mess you wish you weren’t making. 

You kept your lips pierced tightly between your teeth, lids squeezing shut when a long digit pushes into your aching walls. A deep groan from Strange echoes behind you. You hardly had time to eat, let alone maintain a social life. This meant it had been almost months since you’d slept with anyone–leaving needy and aching from the simplest touch. Even if it was your boss. 

You instinctively try to pull forward when a second finger is roughly added, and this time you can’t stop the whimper as you stretch around him.

“There it is–feels good doesn’t it? Don’t be shy, honey.” Tony’s voice sounds like smolding ice, freezing your nerves and setting your skin on fire. 

You almost hate yourself for how good this feels, Stephen pistoning in and out of your cunt until the sounds of your arousal against his fingers flood the office walls. All while Tony strokes your face like you're made of fine china. It’s far more than your body can handle, stomach already tightening with each pulse of the doctor’s fingers. 

“Go ahead, hon’, tell us how much you like it.”

Your face warms. From his touch or embarrassment, you’re not sure. You stammer under the heat, trying to look anywhere but Tony’s piercing eyes. 

Stephen’s hand comes down strong on your exposed ass, earning a loud cry from you as you strain against his hold. It shouldn’t make your head spin as much as it does.

“That wasn’t a request, answer him.” the doctor commands, gripping your wrists even tighter. When you take a second too long to muster a response, another strike falls on your opposite cheek. Your nerves are nearly disintegrated, still relishing good his finger feel stretching your cunt.

“It–it’s good, it feels–” you cry out once more when he spanks you again, taunting you for being too quiet. 

“It feels really good, sir.” you say louder, nearly shouting into the wood as your legs shake. 

Tony laughs above you, only worsening your shame. It’s an easily forgotten feeling–Stephen’s fingers curl inside you, testing each angle until he finds the one that makes you squirm. Soon enough, you forget where you are entirely, barely able to tell where your skin and theirs begin. Your high is far too close to care about the way Tony watches you, or how bruised your wrists will be after Stephen’s done with you. 

Just as your mind starts to split into two, it’s quickly interrupted. Stephen withdraws from your soaking cunt, leaning over you to press you impossibly further into the desk, unbuckling the leather belt at his waist. You jerk your head up at the ache between your legs, meeting Tony’s devilish smirk. Warm lips grace your ear, chuckling at your needy panting. 

“Aw, poor thing. Don’t think we’d let you off that easy–you’ll need to earn it.” Stephen whispers.  

As he sinks into you, you get the feeling this mistake will take quite some time to pay back. 

[person4924]

hi !! i’m sam !! and uhhh that’s all u need to know but there’s more under the cut !!

(also im trying to make this aesthetic and cute but idrk how so if u have any tips pls pls pls !!)

yes i’m sad (secretly a dinosaur)

basic info

i’m sapphic of some sort and ace!!

i go pretty much by any pronouns atp but they is usually the best!!

i’m a minor. so please don’t be fucking weird.

i’m american (even worse, the midwest 😨) unfortunately but literally as soon as i fucking can im booting it and moving to norway

i’m neurodivergent of some some sort

i have a sideblog that is currently a confessions blog but it might change cus no one actually does it!! but if u would like to do a (general) confession then it is @just-a-little-lad4924

just general facts about me !

my personality type is INFP-T

i have 3 cats!! one at my dads, her name is graci (after gracie abrams ofc) and she’s about a year and a half, and 2 at my moms: regulus (guess who named him!! 😱) and libby and their siblings and are currently abt 3 months !! i could yap abt them forever i love them sm

my favorite color is dark green, fav season is fall, fav holiday is christmas or halloween, fav animal is cats or sharks or moths or jellyfish

i appreciate tone tags and try to use them as much as possible

im always bored so asks and everything are super duper cool !

i love love love making ananlysis' of basically anythng sooo if theres like a song or ship or something i could totallly write an essay abt it or smth !

uhhh idrk what else !!

fandoms AKA past hyperfixations that i’m still attached to but im not necessarily still in the fandom: harry potter (fuck jkr !!), MCU, KOTLC, marauders, boy meets world, it, osemanverse, paper girls, teen wolf, owl house, shameless, glee, stranger things, andi mack, tlou, riordanverse, brooklyn nine nine, new girl, hamilton, grishaverse, community, dawsons creek, bojack horseman, criminal minds, ted lasso, scooby doo, everything sucks!, the sun bearer trials, atypical, octonauts, dead boy detectives, will and grace, how i met your mother, the maze runner

uhhh can u tell i don’t have many friends.

fav movies (not counting fandoms): tick tick boom, my girl, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, little rascals, empire records, bottoms, nimona, little women, 500 days of summer, benny & joon, beautiful boy, call me by your name, lady bird, stand by me, RWRB, addams family values, the breakfast club, spiderman ITSV/ATSV, the outsiders, luca, the perks of being a wallflower, dead poets society, big daddy, the edge of seventeen

once again. i have very little friends. and very many issues.

fav music people: gracie abrams (if u couldnt tell), taylor swift, noah kahan, mitski, boygenuis, julien baker, phoebe bridgers, lucy dacus, hozier, the head and the heart, conan gray, RKS, queen. harry styles, the fray, olivia rodrigo, coldplay, billie eilish, maya hawke, bo burnham, chappell roan, the smiths, the revivalists, addriane lenker, lorde, fiona apple, alex g, ani defranca, radiohead

just general interests: poetry, art, writing, sitcoms, stand up comedy, greek mythology, the sky (like the stars, moon, sun, etc. astronomy metaphors are my everything), moths, jelly fish, ocean animals in general (first special interest 💪💪), pretty much just animals in general, 90's movies, cinematography, bo burnham (i didnt know where eles to put him), annotating, musicals

fav books (also not including fandoms): the perks of being a wallflower, the outsiders, i fell in love with hope, ill give you the sun, and more but i dont remember the names atm !

my fav ships (buckle in! i apologize.): wolfstar, jegulus, jily sometimes, pandalily, dorlene, rosekiller, drarry, jeric (bmw), reddie, charlie/nick, tara/darcy, tao/elle, lister/jimmy, pip/rooney, kajemac, sterek, isaac/stiles, malia/stiles, lumity, gallavich, ronance, solangelo, valdangelo, kinda percico, dianetti, wesper, kanej, trobed, joey/pacey, ralvez, spencer/ethan, kindaaa moreid, painland, newtmas

i might have missed a few but these are My Guys. /gn

links!

spotify!! - my character playlists are my pride and joy and reason for living, i could write essays about how each song could specifically fit the character and situation. anyways!!

discord

airbuds - idk if anyone uses this but if u do add me!!

ao3 - i have 1 fic that is my fav thing ever (a camp halfblood group chat) and the other two... are there

pinterest

tiktok - this is my alt that i blocked all my friends on and i have like my fandom shit but i don’t post that much and im barely on tt to begin with but yeah !!

pronouns page

spotify stats - idk if anyone uses this but also yeah !!

i have a super duper cool discord server that u should totally join too… link

i have a tagging system

sam shut the fuck up - og posts

asks!!! - asks

crazy? i was crazy once - big lists and essay things

sam sings :O - lyric/music posts

it’s so hard to be a lizard… - any jokes i make because im literally bo burnham

and i think thats it!! if anyone has any ideas of things to add then yeah !! or how to make it look prettier cusss uhhhh yeah.

oh yeah and this is an official @i-luv-multiple-ppl fan account so !!

and creds to @cafekitsune for the dividers!!

[nonexistent-introvert]

About You

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!OC (Max)

Summary: Joel thought that she had forgotten about him, oh how wrong he was

Word count: 1.5k+

Author’s note: I suck at english so im sorry for grammar errors. Its my first ever fic so pls be nice. You can just replace Max with any name. I wrote this for TLOU coming out next year and also based off “About you” by The 1975 that i strongly recommend you listen to while reading

https://open.spotify.com/track/1fDFHXcykq4iw8Gg7s5hG9?si=9caa3ac1ed844615

“Come on Joel. I’ve left you alone for a month now. I just want to bond with my big brother.” Tommy whined, trying to drag his stubborn brother to the club in Jackson. “I am not giving you a chance to play matchmaker Tommy. I’m fine by myself.” Tommy scoffed, snatching the cup of whiskey that Joel had poured for himself and downing it. “Don’t flatter yourself. You’re a grumpy old man and that does not fit into most women’s ideal type.” Joel rolled his eyes. “Max is performing tonight. You love music don’t you?” Joel eyes shot to Tommy’s with interest. “Max?”

Tommy laughed, “Yes the very same that you seem to have a crush over.” Joel grunted, “I do not.”

  “Come on, I see the way your eyes follows her. She is a beautiful woman.”

  “Watch it Tommy.”

   Tommy threw up his hands in surrender. “So you coming?” Joel sighed, “Gimme a minute.”

   Joel’s eyes searched the bar for Max the moment he entered. “You mind sharing why you’re so into Max?” Tommy asked as they settled into seats. “I’m not.” “Is it just a crush? . Have you even talked to her?” Tommy pursued. Joel rubbed his temples at his brother, “I knew her since a decade ago, travelled together for awhile.” Joel finally admitted. Tommy eyes widened, “I don’t mean to be rude but a decade’s a long time.” Joel nodded, sighing a little. “Yeah, I dont think she remembers me either.” Tommy gave his brother a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. “At least… you weren’t a dick to her right?” Joel let out yet another sigh, “I made a lot of mistakes to survive.” Tommy let out a groan.

   “Hey guys.” Joel and Tommy’s eyes shot up to the stage where Max awkwardly sat, adjusting the mic. A loud cheer came from the crowd. “Woo, charming.” Tommy commented, which ticked Joel off a little. “I-I didnt mean to ruin your night today but Ellie over there wants to as punishment for losing a bet.” Joel looked over to Ellie on the other side with her friends, laughing at Max’s comment. “You’ll thank me later!” Ellie shouted back to Max who turned her head away from the mic to laugh, a look on her that Joel had etched into his mind and yet still makes his heart skip a beat whenever he sees it. “So today, I’ll sing a song that I wrote myself and if it sucks, you’re right. Blame Ellie for ruining your ears.”

   Laughter erupted in the room. “What’s it called!” Jesse called out from Ellie’s side. Max glanced at him, adjusting the guitar in her hands. “About you.” she winked jokingly which brought out another wave of laughs and cheers. She strummed a melody, a melody that captured the audience already.

I know a place

It’s somewhere I go when I need to remember your face

We get married in our heads

Something to do while we try to recall how we met

  A smile was on her lips as she thought about him. That three days where they were snowed in the small cabin. Where they had no choice but to sit still in that small cabin with their supplies. The domestic moments she shared with Joel as they sat on the couch while the fire burned. The smile on his face as he laughed and his voice as he talked to her, sharing things about himself that he never seemed to talk about. The peaceful look on his face when they shared a bed for the first time. It was childish and delusional but that fantasy of being with him was fulfilled in that memory she had visited so often till a point that she remembered it more vividly than when they had first met.

You and I (don’t let go) were alive (don’t let go)

With nothing to do, I could lay and just look in your eyes

Wait (don’t let go) and pretend (don’t let go)

Hold on and hope that we’ll find our way back in the end

   They were both alive and well, sitting at the table as they ate together for the last time in the small cabin. The blizzard outside was calming down, and after that they would have reached Boston where they would be parting ways. Max looked at Joel from her seat, his eyebrows furrowed as he was deep in thought, Max stared, letting herself remember his every feature. He is indeed good looking, even when she has nothing to do, she didn’t mind just letting herself get lost in those eyes of his. “We should go soon if we want to reach before the sun sets.” Joel spoke up, finishing his last bite and standing up. Max’s hand instinctively reached out for him, betraying the words that never left her. “Wait, stay with me for awhile more. Let’s pretend for a little while more that everything is good and well.” Joel eyes looked at her questioningly, and she forced out a smile instead before nodding, hiding her hand underneath the table.

    “Goodbye Joel.” Joel nodded, shuffling his feet, the walls around him crumbling ever so slightly. “Bye Max.” He wanted to wish her well, wanted to ask her to stay with him but he knew her, knew that her stubborn and determined personality mirrored his own. The both of them had the same thoughts but none was being voiced. No one wanted to ruin their last moment together or remember their last moment as an argument. It was better to suppress those feelings they felt for each other. People come and go, it was common in the apocalypse.

They can only wish that one day, they will find each other again, maybe when they are in a better state, when the both of them are not in a rush to be on their feet.

   Max took a deep breathe, her eyes found Joel’s in the crowd. This bridge she had written was the words that she pondered over day when she first saw him in Jackson. The very same she wanted to tell him now.

There was something ‘bout you that now I can’t remember

It’s the same damn thing that made my heart surrender

And I miss you on a train, I miss you in the morning

I never know what to think about

  She tried her best to hold on to the memories of him. But as time passed, the image of him in her memory got cloudier and blurrier. She couldn’t remember him when he laughed and smiled, the eyes that she so deeply loved was just a blurred image in her head, she couldn’t remember the gaze he looked at her with. But now he was in Jackson and so was she, if only she had more courage, maybe she would be able to rediscover those things about him again. So she tries, tries for the past month to remember him from those fleeting glances she gets from seeing him, opening the scars from a decade ago in an attempt to remember him better, letting herself miss him and long for him. He’s all she ever thinks about.

I think about you (so don’t let go)

About you (so don’t let go)

Do you think I have forgotten

About you? (Don’t let go)

   Max remembered laughing at Ellie when she had finally revealed to her that she knew Joel from a decade ago. Ellie had told her that Joel probably thinks she had forgotten about him when Ellie had questioned him about it. It was no surprise he thought so, she hadn’t made any indication to show that she did, feeling embarrassed whenever he was around till the point where she avoided any contact with him. Preferring to pretend he never existed, unbeknownst to him was the glances she threw at him when he was looking away, when he didn’t know she was near him. Max wanted to tell him, confess to him that he is the one that plagued her mind, that she would never forget about him so she prays that he doesn’t let go of her, doesn’t give up on the idea of them.

  Max let out a relived sigh and a smile as she finished. Her heart lifted from the burden and suppressed feelings he had for him. It wasn’t a direct contact but she hoped it was enough to tell him that she hadnt given up on the idea of them. She stood up, adjusting the mic to its original place. Max looked at Joel as she leaned into the mic, “It’s nice to see you again.” Cheers erupted from the room and Tommy gave Joel a shove. “Is that not a big enough hint? Talk to her you idiot!” Ellie appeared before the brothers, “Joel, stop thinking and go kiss her!” Ellie encouraged. Joel stood up from his seat, and with one big step ,he stepped onto the stage. An action that shocked everyone including Joel himself. “Joel..” Max eyes shone as he looked at her. Joel grinned at her, stepping into her space, “Can I-” Max let out a laugh, standing on her tip toes as she pulled him down and he naturally wrapped his hands around her waist and kissed her. When they pulled away, everyone was cheering for the both of them. “I remember now, the damn thing that made my heart surrender.” Max whispered. Joel chuckled, leaning his forehead against her.

“I love you. I always did.” 

Extra*

 “Good job kid.” Tommy praised as he watched how happy his older brother was despite having the entire club watch them. Ellie looked at the couple, her heart warming for the two people she cared about so much. “Speaking about that, you owe me. This proves that I’m the better matchmaker.” Ellie teased, Tommy rolled his eyes. “Fine, I’ll convince Joel to allow you on more patrols.” 

[voltussy]

Late Night Tutoring (🔞)

WARNING!

Minors DNI, smut,nsfw, contains Throat fucking, overstimulation, student-teacher relations, college au, fingering,dirty talk, 18+, lowkey corruption,unprotected sex, lowkey choking,lowkey cockwarming

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It was night already and you havent done your homework yet, you needed help with it, so you texted your Professor Satoru for help, you texted him over to tutor you.

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F!Y/N: Hey professor, i need some help with my homework, can u come over? And help me with it?

Satoru: Sure why not? I can mark it while tutoring you and it’d be much more convenient. Wheres your address?

F!Y/N: XXXXXXXX.

Satoru: I’ll be there in a sec

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“.. Ring..Ring!”

Somebody ringed your doorbell. you open the door to see Gojo, he walks in and sits down, he motions you to sit down next to him.

“I didn’t lie when i said i’d be there in a second. Anyways what do you need help with? I’d be glad to help my favourite student!”

His last sentence was obviously satire but it still made you blush a little. You sit down next to him as he teaches you. you cant help but glance at his charming body and face from time to time. Even though he is fully clothed, you can still see a bit of his chiselled abs. You find yourself blushing at each glance but you manage to keep your posture.

“My eyes are up here, i know. i’m charming.”

You blush, you thought you were being sneaky but you werent.

“Since you look so obedient, a little spoiling for my Favourite student won’t hurt. You dont mind right~?”

You nodded, saying you dont mind so His hand wanders to your ass and slips his fingers inside, its starts off with 1 finger inside your wet clit, then later 2 fingers, you struggle focusing on the homework when your teacher is finger-fucking you. Luckily you don’t live in your parents house so you live alone.

As Gojo teaches. He smirks as he puts 3 fingers inside, making you whimper a bit.

“Whats wrong (y/n)? Having trouble focusing? If so, maybe i should stop.”

He teases

“N-no sir, Im fine. Mph..~❤︎︎”

He takes out his fingers and makes you taste your own juices while his focus is entirely on the homework.

“..Ziippp…”

you hear the sound of pants unzipping, he lowers his boxers a little just enough to let his cock spring free. He motions you to come and sit on his lap, you glance at his cock, it was so pretty.. his tip was pink and pretty, his cock was curved as if it was made to hit all spots. You sat on it with no hesitation, gojo lets out a soft grunt

“Mm.. anyways, would you be a dear and try to solve the questions?”

“ah.. yes sir..”

you try to answer the multiple choice question, Gojo looks at your answer and starts thrusting, he takes out his red pen and crosses it, making you do the correction.

“Wrong answer.”

He suddenly thrusts into you, going at a fast pace.

“Ah-ah! Mmhp! Im sorry sensei- ah”

Your hand keeps shaking as you use your blue pen to write your answer again, you drop your pen because of Gojo’s fast pace, you place your hands on your hips to balance yourself as you pathetically moan, he slows down to let you pick up your pen.

You write down the correct answer and he ticks your answer.

“This must be your first time Isn’t it? Judging by your tight ass, i’d be honoured to take your virginity.”

You nod your head, saying this is your first time, gojo thrusts in faster, the room is filled with skin slapping skin, he finds amusement looking at your slutty fucked out lewd expressions. He pulls your hair to take a good look at your face, giving praising yet degrading comments. When he feels himself close, he pulls out and immediately pulls your head making his cock inside your mouth without warning making you gag, he laughs out of amusement looking at your gagging face, he pulls your hair and makes you suck him off until he fills your throat with hot semen.

“Lets continue.”

*he makes you sit on his cock again, but this time, cockwarming*

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The next morning, after your “Special Tutoring”

you go to school to find out your grades “suddenly” went up.

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I’ll leave what happened during the cockwarming scene to your imagination 🫣

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Last updated

25th February,2023

[thephantomthiefneito]

//ooc

rp sample for a Monoma audition thing in a server i wanted to share... grin!!

I couldn't really think of much to post on here and I want to try and post things daily so here's Monoma content!! eat up!

also im liek a beginner writer if u cant tell HELP.. im actually terrible in english class but im trying and learning pls dont eat me alive

The clocked ticked over and over again, piercing the ears of the blonde boy sitting nearby. His mind was too focused to pay it any attention to that.

Neito was always so quick to be drawn into a story. His eyes danced across the page, slowly absorbing every word and subtle metaphor. It was a mystery. One of his favorite genres. Horror and drama were also on that list but never romance. He tried to avoid those kinds of books all together. Sometimes it was unavoidable when an author hides hints of romantic tension between two characters but never explicitly states it. That he can handle, Though there's been a few times when romance steals the entire plot of the story but it was oddly never mentioned in the description. It happened stupidly often and ruined tons of good books for him. But this one seemed to be different. Written by an author he didn't even recognize, he was fully immersed in the story.

He had fallen in love with the plot. A boy attacked by a villain at a young age inspires him to become a hero and get revenge on his mothers murderer is suddenly framed for murder and is forced to drop out of his school and now has to search for the culprit and simultaneously run from the cops.

Right now in the story, the main character was in a life-or-death fight with his ex best friend who was the head of the case to track him down and lock him up. It was incredibly emotional and filled with feelings of betrayal. Neito would be lying if he said he didn't get the small implications of their relationship and feelings for each other prior to this but he tried not to think to hard about it. He was enjoying this book far too much to just put it down like he does with others. He has to find out what happens next. He needs to know how—

Suddenly, Neito felt a large hand on his shoulder and quickly turned around to find the source. Kendo.. Right. He was so absorbed in his book, he completely forgot he was meant to help her with the laundry..

" Silly me! I got lost in my book.. "

He spoke in a sarcastic, shrugging his shoulders as he held up the book he had been reading. He had a smile that Kendo didn't return. She didn't look happy at all.. And her words didn't seem any happier.

"I could have used the help.."

Her scowl bore a hole into his stomach and guilt became evident on his face.

" It's not like I did it on purpose! Really! I sat down to read for twenty minutes! The exact time you said it would take for you to gather all the clothes and-"

"And?"

" Well.. I forgot. "

It's actually really embarrassing. Normally, he wasn't this forgetful. He was very observant and had a memory like no other. But he's not perfect. Even Neito Monoma can make mistakes. Kendo sighed, looking off to the side.

"It's fine. I already finished it all.. But next time you're doing it all on your own. You got that?"

" Yes Sir! "

He nodded and watched as she left, letting out a huge breath of air. Maybe it was time to take a break from reading. He doesn't want to risk forgetting about any other promises.

[raccoonfallsharder]

tiny lil violet anon here!! hh second guessing is really common w creatives (i would know.. i'm a digital artist) but i want you to know that you're probably one of my favourite fic writers and you actually inspired me to start working on a rocket x reader fic of my own a while back!!! (would you mind if i sent you my fic if i ever finished it?)

honestly, i dont think you have to worry about how well you capture rocket's voice bc honestly you're one of, if not the best i've read— your triptych day 17 fic was genuinely mindblowing for example?? your understanding of how different people write rocket is so in depth and the way you made all three renditions of rocket different but so clearly still rocket got me awestruck (do you have any tips on writing the 3 different rockets btw? i'd love to understand more about how you differentiate them! ><)

i remember reading the boring adventures of space pilot and sweatshirt girl for the first time after reading the rocket comics and thinking that helping rocket out on that ferry was exactly what i was hoping someone would write?? it was the fic i needed and didn't deserve LMAO literally every thing you've written has always filled a gap that i didn't know was there & didn't know i needed ♡♡

sorry for the ridiculously long ask ^^; your work genuinely means so much to me and im totally in love with how you write rocket— while ik every artist doubts themselves, i want you to know that the work you create is so much better than you give yourself credit for!

tiny little violet nonnie!! (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄‸o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝) you precious sweet little flower. please don’t apologize for long asks - i love them (they just take a while for me to respond to). this was also so, so sweet, and the idea that any of my writing means a lot to you kinda makes me teary ♡

i would love to read your fanfic! even if you don’t finish it! you can always send it my way via dms or share via ask if you wanna stay on anon. or post it and tag me ♡ the fact that i was able to inspire you a little bit is honestly one of the most lovely compliments i could receive and it is truly an honor

(｡•́︿•̀｡)

i’m also so grateful that you enjoyed sweatshirt girl ♡ one of my favorite things about fanfiction is that it can give us the stories we need and deserve (or give us the opportunity to write them!). honestly reading grounded all i wanted to do was pick up that raccoon and take him home and feed him warm food and that’s how sweatshirt girl happened ♡o(╥﹏╥)o♡

so part of the reason i took a long time to respond is because i was trying to really think about how i write the different rockets. and i decided i only have one “tip” for you (or rather, one thing that worked for me and which i hope might also work for you.

but you know im gonna take ten paragraphs to get there!

tbh even though i refer to them by their respective authors, i don’t think “i need to write rocket like skottie young” or “i need to write rocket like james gunn.” i think “i need to know rocket, and understand him, and figure out how he would react & interact in skottie young’s galaxy” or “in the mcu.”

my short tip for writing any character is understand what makes them tick. what drives them? what do they long for? how do they hurt? what do they fear? in what ways do their insecurities and survival mechanisms weave together and impact the way they see the world, interact with friends, protect themselves from enemies?

your best tool as a writer of characters is your ability to empathize with them.

know and love your characters the same way you do your best friends. as authors we are playing god with their world and their lives and it’s a little bit of a sacred responsibility to at least make sure we understand them as well as we can ♡

so for rocket specifically…

fundamentally, my personal interpretation of rocket in any universe is someone with profound empathy, who feels pain very deeply. and since he hasn’t had the opportunity to like, see & practice healthy coping mechanisms lol, he has learned to survive by trying to hide that empathy and that pain under layers of calcification and sarcasm and spikes and blades. and it like, kinda works?? but sometimes it ends up hurting people who don’t deserve to be hurt and when he realizes that, the hidden empathy kicks in and he hates himself all over again.

and like many people, rocket also doesn’t really want to give up his pain. people tend to fight to keep their most hurtful memories or vulnerabilities locked inside. they build so much of their identities around them.

so the real question comes down to, what is each rocket’s source of pain? how does that impact how he interacts and thinks? what is his support system at the point in time that i’m like, crashing his party? how does that impact his interactions and thoughts?

skottie young’s rocket gets laid, so he’s not going to be worried about seducing anyone tbh. he’s probably got the most confidence out of all the rockets, at least on the surface. geez, the 2014 run? it’s like. all about his copious ex-girlfriends and about he’s the only one of his kind in the whole universe. if i were gonna write a full fic based on skottie young’s rocket, i’d base my foundation on the idea that the reason rocket has so many exes is because he’s constantly searching for something that he doesn’t believe exists (basically, someone who can make him feel not-alone) and he probably ends up sabotaging his chances every fuckin time he gets close.

ewing’s or rosenberg’s rocket? still canonically gets laid but has gotten treated like dirt enough times — including being betrayed by people he trusts at various points — that he’s always waiting for that to happen. and mcu rocket? that boy is so insecure about his worth on every level that if he has any pleasant interaction with anyone, he’s probably baffled about why the fuck it’s happening.

all this to say: how do you see (each) rocket? how does he move through the galaxy his authors creates for him? and how does that change when you step in and make something different for him?

it’s late here and my brain is foggy so i’m sorry if i didn’t fully and properly answer your question, sweet little violet .｡༅:*ﾟ*:✼✿ all this to say that if i am successful at all in effectively communicating rocket, it’s more about studying (my interpretation of) who he is in each setting than studying a writer’s style, if that makes sense.

ahhh good night, little love. i am an old baba yaga and i must sleep

[tonberry-yoda]

Hello! Your fluff alphabets are so cute! Would you do one for Nishinoya? YOU ARE THE CUTEST

ignore double letters ofc 😅 love you!

hello!!! thank you so much! i love writing the fluff alphabets so im super glad that you like them just as much as i do! i absolutely love this idea and love nishinoya, so i was so excited to get this request in! thank you so much and please enjoy!! AND I LOVE YOU TOO <333

Fluff Alphabet with Nishinoya (Y O U A R E T H E C U T E S T)

Pairing - Nishinoya x reader

Warnings - none!

Notes - i keep forgetting to mention in my other posts that my credit from the fluff alphabet goes to this post, sorry for not mentioning that guys, ill remember from now on lol. thank you so so so so much anon! i loved this request and i hope you love it as much as me! enjoy and have a great day/night!!

And don’t forget REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! So, if you want to request any writing, don’t hesitate to ask. Please read my pinned post before requesting though. Have a good day/night and please stay hydrated!! <333

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

he is such a pouty little baby

bro would be upset even if yall were just in separate classes for like an hour

and if you were gone for a vacation or something... you are in for it

i think that would be at first

he would be super good with long distance, still trying to make sure that you love him, so if that were the case, you wouldnt have to worry about the guilt you would feel for being gone because he would only make you feel that way for the first like day lol

but yeah, if you're apart for like 35 minutes, he would be all pouty and when you come back, he would jump into your arms talking about how much he missed you

to cope, he would definitely just send you memes or hang out with his buddies to keep his mind off of it

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

this man is over the moon for you

when he had a crush on you, the whole flippin volleyball team knew

it was so obvious

i mean, look at how he is around Kiyoko in the show lmao

he would treat you like a god/goddess/deity he loves you so much

he would bring you food to show his love, idk why, but it just feels like he would

he will not hesitate to tell you/show you how much he loves you and will not hesitate to tell other people that you are taken

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

he knows you so well. even if you havent been in the relationship long, he knew you as a friend first, so he knows you super duper well

he knows what can tick you off and what makes you happy

he knows your favorite foods and drinks and your least favorite

you two gossip together all the time, so he also knows what people you like and dislike

in a disagreement, he is super empathetic. he loves you and wants whats best for you and wants you to have everything in the whole wide world, so he knows that understanding you is top priority

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

if you dont already know how to play volleyball, he would absolutely love to teach you!

anything outdoors is a yes for him

hiking, frisbee, picnics, long walks, all an A+ date idea for him

he also loves goofy things

just like getting giant pretzels or going bowling a sucker for it

loves when you go to his games and practices and loves going to support you at whatever you're good at!

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

as said before, this man is creative!

i mean, i would think he's romantic (back to kiyoko lol) but at the same time, i dont think he's a sucker for lovey dovey stuff, y'know?? like romantic dinners and giving flowers sound like a bore to him

he would take you skydiving dude!

like he is super creative

loves planning coo coo crazy stuff with you

definitely not just a regular date fella

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

you make fun of him for being short

you're the dominant one

i mean, he can be, he's good at it, but tbh, you probably have all the power over this little dude

like he worships you, would do anything for you, so like... yeah

you wear the biggest pants in this relationship

but it's pretty equal overall, there just so happen to be Noya goo goo eyes involved

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH

YES YES YES HE NEEDS TO SPICE IT UP

its not like he would leave you if you did have a routine, but he would definitely need some fun in the relationship

as long as you're down ofc

like he would take you to some crazy fun stuff

literally cannot stress this enough

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

the only secret i think he would hide is his insecurity

he wants to be this happy guy who never has any problems, but really, he has some deep insecurity that you dont know about

other than that, he shares everything

maybe even overshares lmao

lots of 12 year old boy humor

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

HE IS SUCH A SWEETHEART OMG

okay tbh, he could make it worse by panicking, but it's because he loves you and wants to help you in any way possible

would ask too many questions

once he does take the hint that he may not be helping, he drops everything and sits next to you as you fall into his arms, just getting through it

just having him there is enough

he wouldnt realize it, but his breathing would help you get back on track

you would thank him with a kiss and he would get you any food that you want

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

HECK YEAH HE IS! AND HE DOES

since you support him by coming to volleyball games and practices, he is right behind you supporting you in whatever you do

as long as you support each other, he is happy!

[4everonmym1nd]

as a child, you were always deprived of what you wanted, and being the eldest child of 2 children, naturally the youngest was favored over you, so you learnt to hide and conceal yourself, and put others over you. now that you've met heeseung and have been dating for a little over a year, you've decided its finally time to open up.

warnings: maybe some cursing, purpose intention of lowercase use, some ptsd, and some uses of suicidal themes here and there.

tick, tock. tick, tock. tick, tock.

the sound of the non existent clock keeps you up as you are not able to sleep. normally, you'd be asleep by this time as its currently 1:04 in the morning, but no. for the past week and a half, you have been debating whether you should let heeseung know about your life as a child, and all the things you had been through.

when you were around 4 or so, your parents came up to you with the blessing of getting a younger sibling, as this had always been your wish. you knew responsibilities would come with it, but your whole world was crushed as soon as your younger brother entered the world. at first, he got a lot more attention, which you understood, despite your young age, but as life progressed, you realized that your parents were extremely biased. literally, anybody who came over to your house or just knew your parents, in general, knew that.

they saw how you were treated. they saw how your brother was being spoilt with filthy toys and clothes. heck, your parents couldnt care less that you were there anymore. whenever you asked for things, you were shooed off, and whenever you tried getting things yourself, it would either end up with you getting into trouble with your parents- or with what you were trying to do ending up in a bad situation.

finally, you came back to your senses as you felt heeseung sit up from his once sleeping position.

"whats wrong? why are you up?" he had asked you.

you had nothing to say. you thought that what you were thinking about was a stupid reason to affect your life, for it had all happened in the past. you dont even keep in touch with your parents anymore for all that you know, so why does it always come back running to you? all the memories of the past, being mistreated, hated, abused, and by the end of your flashbacks, you would always be left with sweat trickling down your forhead.

heeseung gave you a firm pull on your arms, in order to turn your body round to him, so you guys could make eye contact, even if it was dark in the room. as soon as he did that, you burst into tears. heeseung didnt speak a word as he wrapped you tightly in his arms and quietly shushed you. you both stayed like that for about 5 minutes until you finally pulled out.

"i just have a lot going around in my mind as of right now, and im being reminded of my problems that i had as a child and i thought i could just run away from them but i guess it doesnt work like that and-"

before you could finish, heeseung pulled you in an uptight kiss.

"you're okay y/n. that was in the past, things like that wont happen anymore. you already cut things off with your parents didnt you? and my family accepts you just how you are. so please, please dont bother yourself with these kinds of things. life can get hard but you have people to talk to, including me. your stronger than this."

that silenced you. it didnt exactly help you forget about the past, but it helped relieve the tight feeling in your chest, before venting out to heeseung.

you lay back in your bed, pulling heeseung down with you, as you lulled yourselves to sleep.

"goodnight heeseung." you said quietly.

when you didnt hear it back, you looked down at the snoring boy resting his head on your chest.

"i love you."

was the last thing you said before you fell asleep yourself.

[tl-trashtalk]

details on angsty gavi/joao for the wip ask/tag thing por favor 😳

max!! omg hi. okay so dude im sorry its taken me days to answer this. i wrote 3k words in one day and then i was traveling back home from mexico to california and immediately went to work today and now im finally getting a chance to answer you.

but anywayyyy

i have an entire not!fic typed out for this. which is basically a super rough extra long summary with a few hyper specific detail. so sorta of like an outline as well?

but the concept of the fic, if you don't wanna read the not!fic that ill put in a read more down below, is that gavi and joao are fuckbuddies of sorts but they dont talk about it and theyre really not even friends. but when joao wont let gavi reciprocate in anyway, because joao has some internalized homophobia stuff going on, there's a fight and drama. when they eventually make up they decide to only be friends. but there's a sweet fluffy ending where they become a bit more but in a more honest way know that theyve gotten close.

here's the angsty gavi/joao not!fic with more details: (not edited so go easy plz)

So imagine an alternate João and Gavi that are not so close off the pitch. Their chemistry when they're playing is Great. they celebrate together and have some very sweet moments like the hugs and João picking Gavi up, ect, all the stuff we've seen. But then everywhere else, João is standoffish. Still cordial, respectful but doesn't go out of his way to be friends with Gavi. Which Gavi doesn't normally care about gaining the friendship of teammates, he has plenty of friends in his mind. But there is something about João that is intriguing to Gavi. So there is some part of him that is a little disappointed that João doesn't seem to want more.

But then after a match, maybe one where they're some Tension on the pitch that Gavi misinterprets as João upset with him or something. Gavi asks him about it after the match. João pulls Gavi into some deserted room and instead of explaining himself, he's getting on his knees for him, peering up at Gavi with pleading eyes. All he asks is "can I?" With his hands on Gavi's shorts.

Gavi is nodding, agreeing before he can think it through and then João sucks him off, efficiently and rushed but amazing. He swallows every drop, ticking Gavi back in and leaving before Gavi can even thank him or ask for explanation.

Life continues as normal for a while and then it happens again. João gets this look on his face when they're celebrating João's goal together and Gavi can tell he *wants*. Sure enough João finds after the match again. And the same thing happens. João gives Gavi a bj and leaves before Gavi can even offer to reciprocate or talk about it.

Gavi thinks it's strange for sure but João is Asking to get him off and if wants to...who is Gavi to say no? The noises he makes are clear signs that he enjoys himself while doing it. But still something isn't setting right about the whole thing in the back of his mind.

The third time it happens, Gavi finally speaks up at the end. theyre sitting in gavi's car this time. He quickly grab ahold to João's bicep, trying to keep him from leaving. João looks terrified at the sudden gesture and won't hardly look Gavi in the face. gavi lets go immediately and says something along the lines of "i didnt mean to frighten you" and joao seems to accept that and relaxes just a little. after a beat of joao just watching gavi with his doe eyes, gavi finally asks "what are you getting out of this exactly? not that i dont enjoy it, i do, very much. so i want to make sure you're appreciated in return. and gavi tries to reach for joao's thigh on the other side of the consol. and joao gets a bit spooked again.

joao doesn't look at gavi when he answers something like "im fine, i dont need anything in return, i swear this is enough. also my motive is none of your business" which makes gavi laugh because "of course it is. dont you think i deserve to get to know the person im having sex with?" but joao doesnt know what to say to that so he answers with a scowl (that gavi finds adorable actually) and murmurers quietly "that's not on the table for us" but wont explain it to gavi.

gavi looks at him consideringly and after a few moments, he sighs and crosses his arms and tells joao "then i am off the table. until you want to be honest with me" joao doesnt answer him and doesnt look at him. just gets out of gavi's car and leaves.

at practice, it's awkward and terrible and they cant play together for a few days. by the 3rd day one of them ends up picking a fight and they both get into trouble, having to run extra laps. when they get back to the changing room mostly everyone is gone, and while theyre showering joao can see gavi in the stall next to him. he cant keeps his eyes off joao and then suddenly he's in joao's space and crowing him against the wall. joao is biting his lip and looking down at gavi and whispering "please don't kiss me". gavi wants to. so bad. and he knows joao wants him back. but he listens to joao, stepping away and going back to his own stall. and joao looks *shocked* and then it fades into a really soft smile and he nods at gavi and finisheds up, leaving the showers.

later that night, gavi gets a text from joao, asking him to meet up before training with an address. the next morning gavi pulls up to the apt building and calls joao and he tells him how to find his apt. once inside, joao tells gavi, "just because im telling you this doesnt mean that i'm going to sleep with you. or let you kiss me. im telling you because you respected me and that's very rare for me experience." so then joao unloads on gavi, tells him all about his past.

how joao had a secret relationship with an older married man when he was much to young to be doing so (but not underage). and that when they were caught, he was paid off to keep quiet and it was never reported and even if his parents never said anything, he could feel their judgement for getting involved with a man. he's never trusted anyone else since and doesn't get invovled with men to keep his parents happy. but then he got to know gavi, and he was really hard for joao to resist. so the best compromise joao could come up with was to not let gavi recipricate so that he wouldnt feel so guilty for allowing himself to give in. gavi hugs him then, holds him close and tells him how brave he is, and that he is not guilty, and tells him he understands how difficult this must have been for joao to trust him with this information. and just lets gavi hold him close for a moment before they have to go to training.

they actually get close for real after that, an unspoken agreement to not go back to hooking up quiet yet. take time during practice getting to know one another, text and ig message each other memes ect. until eventually, joao asks gavi to come over, cook for him, have dinner, and its the *best time*. joao kisses gavi against the counter, when theyre cleaning up for dinner, the sink behind gavi's back, his wet hands on joao's face. and its perfect. gavi stays to watch a little tv after dinner and they fall asleep, waking up in the dark tangled up together.

joao tells gavi he can stay, sleep in his bed. gavi agrees to stay, but insists he's fine on the couch, telling joao he'll set an alarm and probably be out before joao is awake. true to his word, gavi is gone when joao gets up, blanket folded on the couch, coffee made, and a scribbled note by a cup, telling joao good morning and see you at training with a heart.

joao is all smiles all through training and him and gavi are reallly in tune, impressing everyonee. they both feel hopeful going into the match that weekend. and for good reason. they totally slay during the game, kicking butt and each getting a goal and assist for the other. after the match, gavi is buzzing, so visibily excited and joao is so enamoured by it. when theyre walking out together, gavi asks if he can come over to celebrate with joao. joao looks hesitant but then, he's grinning and telling gavi yes.

they have a wonderful night, once again, except that they get take out. and joao intentionally asks gavi to come to bed with him and they finally sleep together for real. and its beautiful and wonderful and amazing. and joao knows he's not *fixed* and they still have a long way to go. but he cant help but feel hopeful because of the way gavi looks at him and then kisses him before they fall alseep. but even more so how he's still there when he wakes up.

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Trigun! Genshin Impact! Mystic Messenger! And Blue Exorsist! Matchups?! Its me again! Its been a while! But dont worry about finding my old post I made a slightly updated one for you!

My Appearance: Im AFAB,  Im around 5’4-5’5 with light skin and short curly very dark brown hair. I have blue eyes that are downturned and hooded and I wear glasses. Im thin with an hourglass figure but flat. I also have keratosis thats moderate on my arms and cheeks but really bad on my legs, chest and lower back. Oh and really veiny hands that are kind of bigger than I’d like them to be. I have a kind of pointy tongue and its longer than average! 

Personality: I'm kind of a people pleaser and I can't stand to hear people fighting as I associate yelling with physical harm and I get really quiet and I try to make myself smaller when I'm being yelled at or around people yelling. I usually have a hard time focusing when people talk to me and I show a lot of signs of adhd. I don't usually talk a lot, unless I'm around someone I trust and I have horrible anxiety when talking to new people. I do really like spending time with people though and I have a soft spot for protective and soft people. I crave physical contact, but I'm very hesitant to actually touch anyone and I get really twitchy when someone stands next to me. I have an anxiety tick where my shoulders will jolt forward if someone I don't know or trust is standing near me. I'm also very attentive and if someone asks for my help I will be by there side as fast as I can. It takes a lot to get me to talk, unless you trigger one of my interests in which case it seems like I won't shut up. I'm a bit of a workaholic as in if I don't have anything to do I will kind of just rearrange my house so I have something to do. I rarely cry when im sad but I cry so much when im mad. 

Interests: I love learning about new cultures, more accurately food! I love baking and cooking and eating! I like learning new languages as well! 

Facts: Im an INFP. My sexuality is unlabeled but I do consider myself on the Aspec and I’ve felt more attraction to men but above gender im mostly attracted to peoples emotional connections and their personalities! I have Food Texture Aversion with mushy foods like yogurt and applesauce. I really don't like yelling or loud noises, unless its music, and bright lights tend to freak me out too, as well as to much physical sensations. Curtain sounds such as towels and paper make me freak out too. I love books and reading! Im an Empath. 

A main thing: My hands/fingers shake and twitch almost constantly. I cannot hold them steady because they very visibly shake so much sometimes people think im faking but I genuinely cannot hold them still.

~💞🍋

Hi Lemons! Long time no see! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like your matchups!

In Trigun Stampede, I match you with...

You and Vash are very similar in the sense that you both enjoy being around people and dislike conflict.

Very perceptive so usually he’ll be able to tell when someone’s starting to get too close to you. If he sees your tick starting to act up, he’ll move you closer to himself before moving away from the stranger together.

Please ask him questions about any cultures and languages you want. He’s got tons of knowledge about those sorts of things, both from books and from first hand experience, and he enjoys being able to share those things with people who are interested in it.

Vash loves anything you bake or cook for him. He’d also love to cook with you if you don’t mind having someone else in the kitchen with you.

I think Vash would also enjoy reading with you. He would especially like it if you would read to him but won't force you. He’d also be happy to read to you or read quietly, depending on what you’d prefer.

In Genshin Imapct, I match you with...

Much like Vash, Kazuha is very similar to you in that he likes interacting with people. He especially likes it when he’s able to interact with people when he’s with you.

He also enjoys learning about cultures, foods from different regions, and languages. He finds them fascinating and is very glad you find them interesting as well.

Kazuha’s not a loud or combative person so there’s no need to worry about him raising his voice around you. The last thing he wants is for you to be uncomfortable.

Doesn’t mind that you’re not super talkative. He enjoys the peace and quiet and knows that if anything needs to be said, it can be without getting lost in too much mindless chatter.

Loves reading with you. He would appreciate it if you read something he’s written and give him feedback. Expect him to write about you a lot: you’re his muse and inspiration.

In Mystic Messenger, I match you with...

V definitely falls into the category of soft but protective. You’ll always feel safe with V around and, regardless of whether you think you’re protective or not, V feels safe around you as well.

Knows what it’s like to a workaholic but will do his best to make sure you take regular breaks and never overwork yourself too badly.

Loves any food you make. Due to his poor eyesight, V can’t really cook too much so he’s grateful for anything you make for him.

Will take photos of you if you’re comfortable with that. He loves being able to capture you in moments that will remind him, not only of how you are physically but capture your personality as well.

Will usually keep a hand on your shoulder when in public so he can feel if your tick is acting up. He also likes the reassurance of knowing that you’re together.

In Blue Exorcist, I match you with...

Yukio is a bit different from the others on this list since he’s a lot more closed off with his emotions. However, when he can’t contain it anymore, he can be very expressive.

Out of everyone, Yukio is the most likely to yell at or around you. He gets worked up and bottles up his anger for too long and when he finally unleashes it, anyone can be a target.

He will always be completely apologetic once he calms down though. The last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable and he’ll do whatever it takes to gain your trust again.

Enjoys spending time with you in libraries and bookshops. He’s usually studying or reading up on demons so he likes being able to spend time with you while doing one of his favourite things.

You’re both workaholics so you’ll need to help keep each other in line. Take regular breaks together and keep each other honest with the amount of work you’re doing.

[matt-erialgirl]

How would Matt take care of you when your migraines hit? Sounds like it’s a common occurrence for you babeyy 😞 feel better soon

Awe babes thank you so much ♥️ it’s a shitty but common occurrence indeed. can’t not say that 50% of the times i get them, it’s because im not taking good care of myself so babies PLEASE care for yourselves, your well-being and your bodies ✨

Before I get into this, I’m letting you know rn im basing this off my own experience with migraines. And hey, if you dont get them, I’m so happy for you God bless. If you get them, come cry with me.

Migraines are different for everyone (symptoms, severity, how long they last) but mine make me extremely sensitive to light and sound. Everything is just ten times brighter and ten times louder and the actual headache sits on half my forehead, that same side’s ear, jaw and that whole side of my skull. It can hang around for as long as 48 hours. Turning this into a cute little drabble or whatever because cute

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Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

Every tick sounded louder than the last, each one thudding in your ears with an echo that felt like it was vibrating inside your skull. You laid there, body curled up on the leather sofa, head tucked under a throw pillow to avoid the purple lights pouring into Matt’s living room as your head continued to pound to the sound of the clock; in sync.

You wanted to get up and rip it off the wall but that meant having to pull your head out from the dark and open your eyes; both thoughts sounded absurd to you in your mind. So, you stayed put, squeezing your eyes shut, willing the sounds and lights to fade away.

What felt like hours later, you heard Matt enter the apartment, slamming the door shut behind him only to hear you groan in pain at how loud the slam sounded in your ears.

Matt’s head tilted to follow the sound you made, quickly figuring out that something was wrong. He could hear your heart pounding, your breathing was ragged, your nails scratching against the fabric on his pillows.

”baby?” He whispered gently, piecing his observations together, throwing everything down by the door and discarding his suit jacket on the opposite sofa.

“another migraine?” he breathed as he bent down at his knees to be level with you, his palm gently resting against your back while your head remained under the pillow.

”it’s so bad,” you breathed, barely a whisper, but he heard you. He swiftly got up to his feet, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt to roll the sleeves up to his elbows. He made his way to the kitchen, filling a tall glass with water and finding your migraine medication before bringing it all back to you.

He felt bad having to rouse you from your hideout, knowing exactly how terrible you would feel the second the dark was ripped away from you. “try to get up and take this please,” he said gently, keeping his voice down, “I know you probably haven’t.”

Your head pounded harder as you started to move, pushing the pillow off your head and pulling your head out of the corner of the sofa. A small whimper fell from your lips as a searing pain shot through the side of your head, your eyes struggling to open up.

“it’s so bright,” you huffed, squinting to see Matt’s outstretched hands and taking the tablet and glass from him, “thank you, Matty.”

”I’ll be right back,” he said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before he started flitting around his apartment. You watched him through a crack in your eyes, a small smile making its way to your lips as you realised what he was doing.

Matt switched off every light in sight, the clicking if the switches loud in your ears as he moved quickly between them. Next, he placed a roll of thick cloth tape on the coffee table before he made his way into the bedroom, coming back with three folded blankets.

You watched in silent gratitude as Matt taped the blankets to his large windows, making a note in the back of your mind of the need of actual curtains, even if the windows don‘t bother him.

Without a second thought, he made his way over to the clock on the wall by the bedroom and pulled it down, putting an end to its incessant ticking and relieving it of its batteries. A sigh of relief tumbled out of your lips at the absence of sound. Your head falling back against the sofa, eyes shut.

”what else do you need, baby?” Matt asked gently, coming up to you from behind the sofa and placing his palm gently against your cheek.

”blindfold,” you told him quietly, slowly turning your head to the side and pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of his palm, “it’s in the-“

”bedside table drawer,“ he finished with a nod, gently rubbing his thumb across your temple before pulling away to retrieve the black silk scarf you used specifically for this.

He knew it was because no matter how hard you squeezed your eyes shut, it still felt like you could see and it wasn’t dark enough. But part of him also knew you found relief in the fabric squeezing your temples and pushing against your eyes.

He sat down next to you, scarf in hand, his heart aching at the mere thought of you in pain. He reached out and felt for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze so you’d get up for him tie the silk around your eyes.

You sat up, eyes closed and facing him. “Okay,” you breathed before Matt pulled the silk up to your eyes. As he brought it around to the back of your head, you leaned forward, placing your forehead against his shoulder so the knot was easier for him to tie.

”Tighter, please,“ you whispered against his shoulder.

Matt obliged, pulling the fabric a little tighter around your head, a sigh falling from your lips as he tied it there.

”Thank you,” you smiled, reveling in the darkness you now found yourself in, the pressure around your head heavenly against the pain.

Matt smiled and pulled you close, slotting you into his side, your legs draped over his thighs and your head in the crook of his neck. His hand went up to run through your hair to lull you to sleep, while the other traced patterns onto your thigh. Slowly, you started to calm down, your breathing getting slower and deeper as you started to drift off, Matt not once leaving your side.

[daegall]

Can you suggest me some nct fics or your fav blogs

anon i am so glad you asked

first off we have my favorite authors!!

@choerrypuffs (masterlist here)

@luvdsc (masterlist here)

@rrxnjun (just found last night but i know everything will be great!! masterlist here)

@gohyuck (masterlist here)

@hirokari (masterlist here)

@navyhyuck (masterlist here)

@osakisho (masterlist here)

@neonun-au (masterlist here)

@hyuck-obsessed (masterlist here)

@d-nghy-ck (masterlist here)

@kopikokun (also stopped writing but arin's works are still chefs kiss ^3^)

@nctsworld (masterlist here)

@ppangjae (masterlist here dude every single work this writer has is so good i kid you not)

@jaemotel (masterlist here)

@lattaeyongs (could not find a masterlist im sorry :( but they still have great works scattered everywhere!!!!)

@neovisioned (masterlist here)

now we have my fave fics!! (i think most are hyuck, i hope you dont mind :( )

and i love her just like that - l.dh (read last night, thinking of it for the next week)

You've known Lee Donghyuck your whole entire life. While he would call you a total maniac and you’d call him a menace to society, there’s a certain bond that brings you two together-- and no, I’m not talking about the obnoxiously deep friendship your mothers share and try to force down both of your throats-- it’s the obvious urge of competitiveness that both sticks you together and breaks you apart just the same. In other words, hate and love, so it seems, aren't that far from each other in the first place.

the dumbing down of love - l.jn

the six times you caught him staring at you, and the one time he caught you. ↳ alternatively: dumb and dumber fall in love.

demigods 00 line series - nct dream 00 line

summers at camp half-blood are never dull—especially when there’s a cute boy at every corner.

not another love song - l.jn

jeno has always just been the quiet (and cute) guy that sits next to you in your creative writing class, but a single open mic night changes everything.

master of all elements 00 line series - nct dream 00 line (avatar!AU)

y/n, a waterbender of the northern water tribe, has been named the new avatar. she must master all of the elements in order to keep the peace of the four nations. which path will she choose first?

not clickbait series - nct dream

do it for the views. do it for your fans. but most importantly, do it for the gigantic, secret crush you’ve been harboring on your best friend. which boy will you complete tiktok’s “today I tried to kiss my best friend” challenge with? oh, and make sure to like, comment, and subscribe, honey bees!

the chase - n.jm

you were not going to be another notch on na jaemin’s belt.

cry - l.dh (super short but hit so hard)

Theres a million things Donghyuck wants to say to Jaemin, but theres a million more reasons to stay and be here for you instead.

oh mr. lee, will you teach me how to french kiss? - l.dh

when you break up with your boyfriend after finding out you don’t know how to french kiss, your best friend offers a rather tempting offer.

this is the story of how we fell in love, apparently. - l.dh

running a youtube channel with your best friend isn’t easy, not when he’s like a ticking time bomb that’s constantly bubbling up something new. what’s worse is that you’ve had a crush on him for the past three years.

all that glitters - l.mk

no synopsis but i'll put the warnings FGIOUSFR

rich people, neglectful parents, mention of deceased pet and said deceased pet’s grave, descriptions of a panic attack, mentions of God, alcohol consumption, an argument that isn’t actually an argument, heartbreak (but it gets fixed!)

the abduction of Persephone - l.dh

part ii.

your sister is about to marry the man of her life, the wedding is in three days and you don’t have a date. Nothing weird, but I forgot to mention that you had told your parents that you were bringing your boyfriend. A boyfriend that you don’t have anymore, because he had suddenly decided you were “too much” for him and didn’t want to make you waste anymore time - one month before the wedding. You should have been the happiest person on Earth, your sister was about to get married and, since you didn’t want to bring any attention upon your lonely entrance, you had opted for something crazy. Crazy, like hiring Lee Donghyuck to be your fake-boyfriend.

home is a feeling - l.dh (FUCK DUDE THIS ONE HITS SO HARD)

Fresh off a break-up, not willing to stomach spending Christmas single with your family, you book a last minute trip overseas to escape the impending loneliness, not realizing that perhaps running away from your feelings will only serve to intensify them. You arrive at your home-away-from-home only to find you’re not the only one staying there. Through some unfortunate (or not so unfortunate) mistake, the AirBnB you booked has also been booked by a handsome young man looking for a similar escape from his own life. Now you have to choose whether or not to stay and spend your Christmas with a stranger or scramble to find a lonely hotel room last minute over the holidays.

all at once, the happiness i knew - l.dh (i cant even this was the best fic ive ever read)

part ii.

no synopsis! but i'll put the themes and warnings

genre: kind of single parent!au??, established relationship!au?( fluff, angst with happy ending, haechan is kind of best boy)  pairing/s: Haechan / Female Reader (ft Jaehyun and Chenle)  word count: 23k+  tw: unplanned pregnancy, might get kind of heavy! but dont worry! bc it ends well!

here you are, anon!! i hope you enjoy these fics and get to know more about the amazing authors!! i worked super hard on this so i hope this doesnt disappoint UHDFIS

[another-stark-sub]

“Are you in love with him?” - Tony Stark Imagine

Notes: I wrote and editted this in two hours instead of going over my notes. Was gonna be spicy fluffy but it just turned into fluffy, and one of the lines/paragraphs (smth like that i dont remember how long that segment was) is based on/inspired by a fanfic on ao3 I bookmarked. I think it’s debt-free, but I could be wrong.  Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and I’m so sorry im not on here more oftennnnn

- - -

“Of course I am. He’s Tony Stark.” You sighed, a weight finally lifted off your chest. “Who isn’t in love with him?”

Bruce blinked a few times, the confusion evident on his face. “Then, why don’t you tell him?”

You scoffed. These geniuses think they know everything, but they couldn’t see what was glaringly obvious to you. “He’s Tony Stark.”

The perplexed expression didn’t disappear from your friend’s expression. So, you explained further, “It’s already a privilege, beyond that really, to be talking to you, to any Avenger. To work with any of you is an honor, and to be friends with you” -you laughed- “it shouldn’t even be possible for someone like me.”

“Don’t say that. You’re amazing, too.” 

You tried to find any tick, any clue that he was lying. But Bruce seemed to really believe this. “I know I’m amazing.” You shrugged. “I’m great. I love and I care deeply, and I have a stable job. I have a place for myself, and I take care of myself.” You clicked your tongue. “However, you all, all  you Avengers… Forget out of my league, more like off planet.

“And Tony? He said it himself. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Add superhero, figurehead, public figure, ex-CEO, and savior of the universe. Bruce, I have confidence in myself, but Tony is something else entirely. No one is worthy of him or his affections unless they’re a god or another Avenger.”

It was hard to keep up with the statistical analysis you were trying to run. The literal one on your hologram and the one keeping your view of Tony in check. So, defeated, you sighed and leaned back in your chair. 

Bruce closed his own work and stood across the lab bench. “Weirdly enough, I’m sure none of us Avengers think that way.” After a few taps of his pen against his palm, he added, “Aren’t there fans making posts about you, too? Tony showed me the, uh, Instagram videos.”

You laughed. “Fan edits don’t make an Avenger. Saving the world does.”

He shrugged. “You help us save the world.”

“From inside Avengers Tower on a computer.” You took a deep breath. “Look, Bruce, I appreciate what you’re trying to do. But, I’m not telling him.” You shrugged and brought your statistical analysis back up.

You knew your own worth. You were worthy of an amazing partner and person. Tony Stark, though, was easy beyond that. You had accepted it soon after you realized your own feelings, and while they haven’t dwindled, you knew it was for the best. 

~ - ~

Tony had never resorted to this before. It was never a question of his ability to code. In the past, it was because he didn’t need a program or an AI to do it for him. He could always tell if someone was into him. He knew when Pepper was into him. The moment Rhodey gazed at him back in their MIT days. Every single reporter and heiress and model he slept with, he knew when their thoughts turned sexual or romantic. 

You, though. With you, he couldn’t fucking tell, and he knew it was because of his own feelings. Tony felt intensely for people before. Pepper, Rhodey, that one reporter all those years ago. However, with you, it wasn’t just that fluttery feeling in his gut or the immediate smile he can’t seem to stop when he sees you. It was the comfort he felt when he heard your voice or the softness he could feel in his heart when he saw a picture of you. 

It was like his entire life was full of panic, never resting, never stopping. But when you entered his life with a gentle smile and a quick wit, it felt like he could finally breathe. 

It was addicting. 

“Sir, I have the calculations.”

“Hit me.”

“Speech diagnostics of you and of Ms. (Y/l/n) are similar. Whenever you speak of her, 79.4% is positive and 18.8% is neutral. Ms. (Y/l/n) has  78.9% positive and 17.2% neutral dialogue regarding you. When she speaks of you, her heartrate increases by 4.6%, and similarly, yours increases by 4.1%. When speaking to each other, heartrate initially increases by 7%.”

Tony nodded. “How does this compare to other Avengers? I gush about Banner like a teenager.”

“Well, sir, while you and Ms. (Y/l/n) have high positive dialogue about other Avengers, all of them have at least a 10% decrease compared to each other. And heartrate varies depending on the topic of conversation.”

Tony snapped his fingers. “Am I excluding all non-super friends? Include any agents, co-workers. Pep isn’t an Avenger after all.”

Friday took two seconds and responded. “You and Ms. (Y/l/n) have a significant difference in speech diagnostics when talking about or to each other compared to any other Avenger, co-worker, and friend.”

When Tony remained quiet, Friday added, “Do you want me to repeat the results?”

“You don’t need to, Friday.”

“But you’re not doing anything with the new information. Would you like me to save these findings?”

“Friday,” Tony warned. 

There was silence as the love-wrecked scientist pressed his fist between his brows. Data and cold hard facts said yes, but was it right?

“Sir?”

“Yes, Fri?”

“Would you like me to play examples for you?”

He blinked. “Examples?”

“Yes. Of you and her talking about each other positively.”

It was an invasion of privacy. Tony shouldn’t. 

“Play examples.”

Before his rational mind could tell Friday no. 

“Are you in love with him?”

Tony’s eyes widened. This was too private. It might not even be about him.”Friday-”

“Of course I am.”

“-stop playback.”

“He’s Tony Sta-”

“Playback stopped.”

Tony scrambled. “What? No, wait, go back. Play it.” Screw rational. You knew he was a narcissist. You wouldn’t expect him to hear that and stop. 

“He’s Tony Stark. Who isn’t in love with him?”

“Then, why don’t you tell him?”

“... He’s Tony Stark.”

Tony started to fiddle with something on his desk. “What does that mean?”

Friday answered, “Dr. Banner asked her if she loved you, and she said yes. This means that she’s in love with you.”

Why did he program Friday like this? “I know that. I mean, those two lines. Why does me being Tony Stark stop her from saying something?” Was it the attention? Did you want some sort of normal life away from cameras and international gossip? Maybe it was the Avenging. Having a partner who was always out risking death wasn’t ideal. 

Sure, you could be in love with him. But you couldn’t be with him. 

“Maybe you should ask her.”

There were celebrities who were able to live normal lives. Some paid to have prosthetics for going outside of moved to a remote country to get out of the spotlight. He thrived off attention, but he could give that up. Avenging, he couldn’t give that up, but maybe he could cut back. Take a mission a month instead of one a week. Or maybe take more digital missions. He wasn’t just Iron Man after all. He was a genius, could hack into the Pentagon if he really wanted to. 

“Yeah,” he said. “Maybe I could talk to her.”

~ - ~

The moment you put your bag down on your lab table, Tony said, “You’re gonna be mad.”

You narrowed your brows. “What did you do?” You pressed your palm to your chest. “Oh my god, Peter overwrote my data, didn’t he? Ugh, I know he said he’s great at managing holograms, but really, Tone, you should’ve given him a tutorial before giving him access.” You brought up your holograms to check your data and analysis. 

“That’s not it.” Tony stood next to you as you looked through your files. “I did something that invaded your privacy.”

You tilted your head. Closing the holograms, you took a deep breath and slowly asked, “How?”

Tony flashed an embarrassed grin before sighing. “You’re gonna be shocked, too, so prepare yourself.”

You did not know where this was going at all. What horrible thing could Tony have done? Steeling yourself, you took a deep breath and nodded at him to continue. 

Tony cleared his throat. “Usually, I can tell when someone has feelings for me. People are obvious about it, but you? You aren’t. So, I had Friday do some analysis on our speech patterns. Me, being in love with you, was one of my controls. You and your dialogue regarding me was the main variable. 

“Long story short, I accessed some audio of you and Bruce talking, and you said that you loved me but could never tell me.” He glanced at you. “So that’s why I need to apologize.” 

Your expression didn’t change. No, that wasn’t it. You, at first, looked confused. Now, there was just nothing. No expression. No wrinkled brow in anger of flushed cheeks in embarrassment. Nothing. 

Tony blinked. “You can shout at me now. If you were confused about when to shout at me.”

You licked your lips before taking a deep breath. “Ok, that was a lot.” You pursed your lips then opened it. But, you couldn’t really think of anything to say. You didn’t even know how to feel. “So you know that I” -you pointed at yourself and then at him- “and that I didn’t wanna tell you.” You shook your head. “Wait, do you know why I didn’t want to tell you?”

A broken scoff left Tony’s lips. “Yeah. I’m a mess.”

It was your turn to scoff. “Wait, you’re a mess? That’s why you think I don’t want to tell you?”

“Among other reasons?”

Other reasons? 

You crossed your arms. “Ok, what other reasons?”

Tony looked offended. Still, he listed, “I’m surrounded by cameras, and everyone wants some privacy. Can’t get it if you’re with me. Then, there’s the Iron Man of it all. I went into a wormhole with a nuke. That was also all over the news. Then, there’s the whole daddy issues thing. I’m working on it, but it takes a while-”

He rambled on and on, listing reason after reason, and with each one, you felt tears well up in your eyes. It was a weird mix of heartbreaking, confusing, and enraging. The emotions built up slowly with each word that left his mouth, overwhelming you to the point that you couldn’t even say how it happened. 

But, as Tony paced and talked so horribly about himself, you somehow ended up in front of him with your hands on his cheeks. 

You only realized it when Tony stopped talking and when his breath touched your lips. “What?” he asked. 

You didn’t answer. You kissed him instead. 

It was a hard press of  your lips against his. It was short, and it wasn’t much. 

But by the way Tony gripped the back of your neck and pulled you back for another kiss, you’d think it was his first kiss. You knew it wasn’t. Not just because you knew he had kissed all sorts of people before you, but because he somehow knew how to make you gasp and melt into him. 

While one hand kept you steady, the other trailed down your back and pulled you closer to him. His lips moved fluidly against yours, pushing and pulling, and everytime he moved back, you chased his lips to continue the kiss, because the softness, the passion, the fact it was finally happening, was all too good. You didn’t want it to stop.

Your hands started to move. For someone so rich, his t-shirt was rough when you twisted it between your fingers and pulled it to you. Slowly, you trailed your fingers along the side of his neck. You rubbed your thumb along his pulse point, a reminder that this was indeed real. You were kissing Tony Stark, and- He was pulling away again.

Desperate, you leaned forward, reached around to hold onto his shoulder, and kissed the side of his neck. 

He let out a breathy laugh, and before you could suck on his skin, his stubble scratched your cheek. 

You looked up at him and giggled when his nose bumped into yours. When your giggles turned into a smile, he kissed you again, a soft and short kiss, before leaning his forehead against yours. 

His thumbs rubbed circles into your waist as you lightly scratched the back of his neck. He didn’t say anything. In fact, he seemed busy gazing at you.

“Speechless, Stark?” you teased. 

He laughed. For a few seconds, he just gazed at you, seeming to prove your point. Tony’s hand began to wander, from stroking your cheek to pushing back your hair. “More confused.”

Remembering why you interrupted him, you brought your hands to his cheeks again and held him there so he couldn’t look away from you. “You are amazing, Tony. That’s the reason I didn’t want to tell you.” You shrugged. “You’re too good for me.”

His fidgeting stopped. “Well, that’s not true.”

“Tony, you’re an Avenger.”

“Technically, you are also an Avenger.”

“You’re a genius.”

“Who can’t cook scrambled eggs.”

“You literally saved the universe.”

“After producing weapons of mass destruction for decades.”

You glared at him. 

He glared back. Then, he fought back. “I don’t plan on retiring.”

“Wouldn’t want you to.”

“I have severe PTSD, anxiety, maybe ADHD, all mixed with trauma galore.”

“And I will learn to help you.”

“I couldn’t give you a normal life.”

“I’d rather have you anyway.”

He opened his mouth, but you instead told him, “I’d rather have you than anything. As long as, well, for as long as  you’ll have me.”

He raised his eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

“Positive.”

Tony shook his head with a smile. “Cause, I’d rather have you for, well, how does til you get tired of me sound?”

You laughed. “Won’t happen. But, sure.” You kissed him again.You would’ve kept going, but there was something to settle first.  “By the way, Tony?”

“Yeah?”

“Is Friday recording right now?”

“Friday records everything. It’s in the contract.”

Friday added, “I record everything that happens in the tower.”

“Ok.” You could work with that. “I’ll forgive you for the invasion of privacy.”

Tony beamed, and you couldn’t help your own smile when he did. Still, you continued, “On one condition.” Your own smile turned devious. “I want evidence that Star Spangled Banner took my ice cream.”

Tony burst out laughing. He kissed you again, a deep kiss, and when he was done, he mumbled, “God, I love you,” against your lips.

[words-for-holland]

Distractions

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom and Y/N decide to work in the same room together. The problem...both of them get easily distracted and a whole lotta fluff comes with it.

A/N: Whoa its been awhile but here we are again! Thank you for 1,000+ followers it means the world! Surprises to come 😉

“Hello beautiful.” Tom greets Y/N with a cheeky smile on his face. He quickly pecks her soft cheek as he places his laptop across from his lovely girlfriend, who was currently focused on her work.

She takes a second to look up, returning his smile with a soft one. “Hey, good looking. What’s up?”

“Nothing really. Is it okay if I work here with you? I just want to be close to my girl.”Tom pouts.

Y/N’s heart could burst at the sight and reason he gave. An inaudible “aw” prolonging through her mind...until she quickly realized that there could be some complications with this as a slight frown starts to replace her dimpled smile. “Wait...are you sure?”, she asks. “Dont you have press interviews that require absolute silence? I doubt any of you will want to hear the constant typing in the background.”

“Yeah, your typing is horrendous with those lead heavy fingertips of yours.” Tom teases.

“Well these lead heavy fingertips aren’t leaving anytime soon, so youre probably better off working elsewhere.” She suggests, pointing off to the distance. Tom groans at the idea, using his one hand to put her finger down. He engulfs hers with his, lacing her fingers and holding on tightly.

“Noooo. Dont wanna be anywhere else. Please darling? ” He pouts once more.

She giggles at his plea, rolling her eyes. “Course you can, bubz.” Tom excitedly scoots his chair in as he rubs his hands together to prep for the work to come.

And work they did...for at least 10 minutes. Tom was getting antsy as he read through his next script. Occasionally his eyes would roll to the left, and observe Y/N as she continued to read through an article on her screen. Not that Tom didnt find his own work fun but he always found watching Y/N do her thing just a bit more interesting.

He hadn’t realized himself, but his body start to shift and lean more towards her. His arm extending to wrap her in, as it glided up and down in a steady motion. His thumb doodling hearts on her shoulder. Tom could tell it had an effect on Y/N, discreetly smirking to himself as he heard her audible shakey sigh.

He wanted to see what else could make her sigh like that, so instead of his thumb he used pointer and middle finger, running them up and down her shoulder. Tom could see the smile creeping on Y/N’s face and her little head shake. She knew what he was up to and yet, Y/N still wanted him to think that he was not gonna get her that easily. But God was it hard. Every touch felt like tiny fireworks against her skin, goosebumps forming all over her body with every touch. She to stay strong. No distractions.

Tom eyes perked up, at the action. He must go further, he thinks. Tom starts to trace his nose from her shoulder to her neck, leaving kisses at her jawline. “C’mon darling. Think its time for a break.”, he whispers in her ear.

She turns her head towards him as she smiles, leaving a quick kiss on Tom’s lips. “Its only been ten minutes.” She laughs. “Five if you want to count the distractions.”

He backs up, pretending to look appalled. “How dare you. I’ve been a good lad focusing on my script for the whole ten minutes.”

A playful glare formed on Y/N’s soft face which ultimately ended her up with a fit of giggles. She couldnt take him seriously, but then again she never did with anything. Tom has always said if they were kidnapped by a pair of robbers, her first reaction would be to laugh. As the laughter died down, Y/N paid her attention back to the screen which had been inactive during the playful banter and continued to type out those set of documents that she had been meaning to get to.

Tom on the other hand was still reading through his script, taking mental notes on how he was going to approach his character. This time he was completely engrossed in his work. His eyes moving left to right with every line he took in. Until...he felt something ticking his lower calves. Tom knew it was Y/N’s foot, by the way it brushed just as he had done with his hand on her shoulder. The movements never stopped, her legs now curling around his own. Y/N was trying to getting back at him, but one thing she always forgot was that Tom always wins.

Naturally he had to the same, and what once became a playful game of footsie, now ended up with Tom shifting Y/N to sit on his lap. Her legs now wrapped around his waist and his hands holding onto her hips. Both of them connecting their soft lips, feeling every spark and essence of love. He looked up at Y/N with admiration, thinking how lucky he is to have her in his life. Yeah Covid sucked for the most part and limited their ability to even do anything exciting outside, but it gave them the opportunity to be with each other far more than they could have on a normal day. On a normal day, Tom would be jumping around country to country while Y/N would be home miles and miles away from him. Course, nothings changed with jumping from country to country, but Tom gets to bring Y/N with him now and thats all that mattered to them.

But work never stopped them from keeping busy. Just as their kisses were getting more heated, and their hands tangling each others hair both their alarms went off. The couple stopped their antics as they leaned their heads back, groaning in synchronization.

“Ughh. Thats my cue. I have to prep for an interview.” He mumbles as he nuzzles into Y/N’s neck.

“I know. I have to get ready for another business meeting. Whoo.” she speaks in a sarcastic manner, dropping her head.

“What time?” He asked pressing a kiss to the shell of her ear.

“Mm...3. Why?”

Tom plays with the strands of her soft hair. “Was wondering if you’ll stay with me through mine and Ill stay with you through yours.”

“As much fun as that would be. I dont think were allowed to —“

“Im not saying we have to be on camera for each others meeting. But if one of us will be off camera itll be all right.” He plans, still looking at his girl with pleading eyes. Y/N’s mouth twitches to the left, her eyes furrowed with suspicion.

“You’re doing it again.” Tom states, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

“Doing what?”

“You’re making that face again.”

Her expression quickly changes to confusion, not entirely sure of what Tom was noticing that she didnt about her own face. “What face?”, she asks.

“The one where you twitch your lips and make your eyes look angry. You only do it when youre indecisive about something. Its bloody adorable.”

Y/N snorts at his comment, and tries to get off to give him time to prepare, only to be stopped by his hands pushing her back down on his lap.

“I was serious about wanting to stay with my girl the whole day while doing work. Please?” He pleads again, this time bringing out the puppy face. “I’ll be good and do the dishes tonight.”

To be fair, Y/N knew she was always gonna say yes to Tom. Its pretty hard to deny her dorky boyfriend when hes asking so sweetly and just wants to spend the day together. More so, if the roles were switched, she would have done the same thing. “Go get changed movie star, before youre late for your interview.” She murmurs to him, kissing his cheek before she scrambles of his lap to sit across from him.

Tom whoops with victory as he runs out the room quickly changing into his shirt, fixing his hair, and adding glasses for that sophisticated touch. Sure he wanted to look his best for the Cherry Press, but he made sure his outfit was something Y/N would very much adore as well.

“How do I look?” Tom asked coming out of their shared bedroom.

Y/N looks up from her computer, and smiles widely. “Handsome as always.” She couldnt take her eyes off of him, admiring every detail of the clothing and how it perfectly complimented Tom’s feature. She eyed him from top to bottom, until she noticed something. “Uhh..honey....you’re not wearing any pants.” She asked a bit confused. Her eyes engrossed in the muscles of his thighs and the fit of his Calvin Klein boxers.

Tom smirks at her. “Its uncomfortable wearing pants. Besides no one will see...except you.” He teases, gently lifting her head up so that her eyes meets his. “Eyes up here love.”

“Youre something else.” She laughs, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. “Well...least we know who wears the pants in the relationship.”

Tom laughs loudly at her comment. He hooks the waistband of Y/N’s sweatpants and snaps them back to further prove her point. “That was a good one. Ill give you that.” Tom and Y/N high five each other, and then it was press time.

Y/N kept quiet and tried her best to minimize the typing unless it was really needed. Seeing Tom talk about his work and dedication was something that she had always admired about him. He loved his job and everyone can see that. Occasionally they’d steal glances from each other, smiling and holding each others hand under table so that no one could see. But it was just one of those moments that Tom and Y/N couldnt help themselves too. Two hours passed and Tom was free.

“You did so well.” Y/N praised Tom and awarded him with a quick kiss. “I love it when you talk about your passion.”

“Thanks. I love that you were there with me to sit through it all.” He smiles. “I believe its your turn now. It’s almost 3.”

Y/N frowns, knowing shed have to dread through hers. Instead of getting to talk about her passions, itd all be about business, business, business. “Ugh. Do I have to?”she groans.

“Come on now. Dont be like that, you’re gonna be fine. Ill be here with you the whole time.” Tom reassures her with kisses all over her face.

“No distractions?” She asks.

“No distractions.”

[technowoah]

if you're taking asks for the prompts, can you do 11 and 17 from the angst list with george but have a fluffy ending? she/her pronouns pls

I Can Make It Right

SHSJS I HAVE SO MUCH ANGST IN MY INBOX YALL!

Thanks for the request babe! The way it came out was gender neutral i dont think I user she/her, but it still works trust me!

George x reader imagine (established)

11) "It's not important apparently"

17) "You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off"

⚠︎ angst with happy ending, unresolved issue but they're gonna fix it dont worry 😌, angry George, swearing

*** = flashback

Masterlist

You had stood infront of your bathroom mirror finishing up your makeup for the night. Your hair was already done and you had a nice outfit on, not to fancy and not too comfortable. While listening to a playlist George had made for you, you had put down the brushes you were using. It didnt really matter if you cleaned up your makeup that was littered all over the sink right now, but right now you were feeling good.

Today was your and George's 3rd year anniversary and you couldn't be happier about it. Today you two were going to dinner and doing something else which was supposed to be a surprise for you. It was a night on the town.

George and you met 4 years ago actually. You two started out as acquaintances, the slowly grew into friends and then one day he asked you to join him to dinner. At first you were oblivious to his actions, thinking he was just being a good friend, but turns out the more dates you two went on the more you caught on. He officially asked you to be his girlfriend 3 years ago today.

His friends keep on pressuring George to propose already, they think it's been long enough. The only thing close to marriage is a promise ring. He put the ring on your finger as a promise that one day he would marry you, everytime you doubt that he will propose you turn your attention to the cute ring on your finger.

You had turned off the bedroom lights and sat on your bed finally relaxing after struggling to find a decent enough outfit for tonight. George said that he was going to pick you up around 6:00 and now it is 5:47 so you had some time to spare.

You had found yourself scrolling through tiktok because you had nothing else better to do at this moment. It was a guilty pleasure of yours even though you and george both joked around about hating tiktok.

Time began to tick away so you had checked the clock on your phone which said 5:57 pm. You had grabbed shoes that you set up against your bed, slipped them on and grabbed all of your belongings for the night. You stationed yourself in the living room waiting till George came to the door.

Nervousness always came up before a date, it was the anticipation actually. You were excited and nervous about the date as you always were, but today for you was special. It was three years worth of beautiful love. You remembered the time he first said I love you too, it was just like it was yesterday.

***

"Hey y/n." George looked towards you. You both were sitting on a plaid, plush blanket with a brown woven basket ontop in between you two. It was just like the movies and that why you cringed because of how cheesy it was when George led you to it.

It was sweet, it was extremely sweet and you loved these dates that George always brung you too. You always felt special when you are sitting next to him.

You responded to George. "Yeah Gogy?" You laughed at the use of his nickname.

"Im trying to be serious right now and you call me Gogy." George smiled and shook his head. "Anyways, you know I love you, right?"

"Of course I do-"

"No I love you. I mean. I'm in love with you." George reached to rest his hand ontop of yours and repeated himself. "I'm in live with you y/n."

You wasted no time answering. "Im in love with you too."

***

6:03

George didnt show up yet, but there was no sweat. He was only 3 minutes late, maybe he ran into traffick. Your stomach was rumbling, but you didnt want to eat yet since you two we're planning to go to dinner. Patience is key, and it wasnt like he wasn't late before.

6:10

You started to get worried, it's been 10 minutes and still no sign of your boyfriend. You had gotton up several times to check outside of your door only to be met with no one. Your mind was jumping to conclusions about if he forgot your anniversary, but you shut those thoughts out for the time being.

6:19

Okay this is getting out of hand. You brung out our phone and began to text George, you couldn't believe that you had waited this long before texting the man.

Where are you? Ive been waiting for 29 minutes?!

[Sent: 6:20pm]

George what are you doing?

[Sent: 6:20pm]

You awaited his text message with your phone faced up on the coffee table infront of you. You didn't want to believe that George woukd forget, or overslept, but that was becoming truth the more minutes passed by with no call or text.

6:30

Calling him was useless, because he didn't answer. He didn't hang up on you he just wasn't picking up the phone, like he turned it off. You started to get worried if something happened to him, if he was in a situation where he couldn't call or text you. You wondered if he was safe at home and not out in the middle of the street.

In a flash all your worries subsided when your phone lit up with a notification.

ThisIsNotGeorgeNotFound is live:

Im Playing golf with my friends

That son of a bitch. Pissed off was an understatement, you were fuming. How could he end up streaming at home when you had constantly reminded him about this day, he knew damn well about this day too. How could he?

You ended up grabbing a jacket and your purse and ended up driving to George's place. It seemed like he was mocking you in a way, he knew you had notifications on for Twitch. You loved to support him and his career, but this was making a fool out of yourself.

Your hand tightly gripped the steering wheel as you tried not to run every red light you cane across. You finally came across George's home, you found a place to park and quickly got out of your car and sped walked your way to George's residence. Finally making up to George's door you knocked harshly on the door probably making more noise than what you intended too. You continuously banged on his door until you got fed up.

Remembering that George had given you a key to his house you dig through your purse to get your set of keys out anr unlock his door. You stomped inside his house and closed the door behind you.

"GEORGE! GEORGE!" You yelled through the house. You were being reckless and annoying, but you didnt care at this point you were fuming and needed to tell George how you feel.

You had made your way to George's recording room where he was talking to his friends on discord. George looked towards you in shock clearly not hearing the sounds you were making throughout his house.

"Y/N?!" George yelled and muted his microphone.

"What the hell are you doing?" You exclaimed back.

"Im streaming thats what Im doing!" George sassed back at you, not paying attention to his screen and the chat.

"Dont get smart with me. End the stream."

"What?! No!"

"You heard me, we need to talk." You crossed your arms across your chest. Your heart was beating too fast for your liking and you tried to calm yourself down, but George's comments were getting to you.

George was about to unmute himself and get back to the game. "No we dont-"

"GEORGE END THE FUCKING STREAM! This is embarrassing! Talk to me cause you have some explaining to do." You snapped at him.

A silence tell upon you two and he glared at you before turning to his stream and closing it out.

"Okay guys! Go watch the other boys streams I need to go now! Bye!" George quickly ended and turned off everything.

He turned around to you still sitting in his chair. "What? What do you want?"

"Do you know what today is?" You asked.

"April 30th." George answered bluntly.

"Thats all you have to say?" You asked in shock. "It's our anniversary dickhead!"

"I fucking know that." George said.

"You do? So why did you start streaming and we had dinner plans?!"

"I told you we were streaming! You weren't listening to me!" George stood up from his chair when he said that.

"When the fuck did you tell me this?!"

"A couple days ago! You didn't listen!"

"But you knew that was our anniversary! And we made dinnerr plans-"

George yelled over you. "A month ago! We made those plans a month ago so excuse me for forgetting!"

"So all these other years you remembered our anniversary and went out of your fucking way to cancel other plans around that date, but today you didnt because why?!" Tears were threatening to fall down you cheeks, but you wouldnt let him see you like that.

"Because I planned this already with the boys! And AGAIN you werent listening to me when I said that-"

"There were several other times that you could've told me too! But you didn't!" You sniffed trying to keep the frustrated tears inside.

"I already planned this and I cant go back on my promise-"

"But you can with me?!" You yelled and George stopped talking. He's just studying your face at this point and you hated this silence.

"Its not important apparently." You said while walking out of the recording room.

"You're being a bitch." He mumbled.

"Excuse me?! That is so disrespectful!" You spun around yelled at him.

"You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off." George said in a annoying tone.

"Yeah you should feel like shit! I feel like shit too so-!" You threw your hands up in exasperation and stormed out the room. You had made it to the door before George called out to you again.

"Y/n! Y/n! Please!"

"No! Just..." You paused before opening the door and ushering your way out. "Call me when you get your shit together.

You were currently curled up on your couch eating leftovers that you had in the refrigerator. That had satisfied your hunger for the night because the dinner was canceled that night. Your anger and sadness had subsided and you were only left with an unusual feeling in your heart. Your relationship felt incomplete, this fight felt incomplete. You didnt break up with him, but you were waiting for closure.

The TV was the only light in the room. It illuminated what it wanted to, you didnt care if it was too dark. Usually you would be cuddled up with George at this ungoldy hour, but you weren't and that made you tear up.

Your sadness was still there, your anger towards George turned into pity. You were sad about the actions he took, but somewhere in your heart you could forgive him. You could forgive and move on if he would come to you.

Speaking of, you had a knock on your door. You didn't have the strength to get up, but you did. Shuffling your way to the door you sluggishly opened it to find George standing there with his hands in his hoodie. The person you wanted to see, but at the same time you wanted to slam that door in his face.

"Hey." George spoke and you gave him a small smile, nothing more.

You turned around to find your seat back on the couch where you were comfortable, but also giving him a silent invitation to come inside. You had sat down on the couch not paying attention to George, but you knew he closed the door, took off his shoes by yours, and put his keys on the table by the door like he always did. It was like a routine to him.

George ended up awkwardly standing beside the couch as you ignored him.

"You know, if you didnt open the door I would've used my keys like you did." George tried to spark up a conversation, but you only hummed in response. You were scared that if you spoke, you would cry.

George ended up making his way to the couch sitting beside you and pulling you into his embrace. Your head was on his chest and you began to sob. You missed this it's only been a few hours, but you had felt that in those few hours you had lost everything. You continued to sob into his hoodie as he rubbed your back and shushed you, whispering sweet nothings into the air only for you to hear.

"Im here, and Im sorry. Im so fucking sorry that I did this to you and I only hope that you can forgive me." George said, his voice cracking a little when he said that. You kept crying.

That's what you wanted to hear all along, that's what you needed. You could forgive him in due time, you always will because you love him, you will always love him. You both can always make it right.