#i thought of this idea literally last night

[cece693]

Tony stark with a male model

A one night stand but tony catches feelings . After pursuing him they get in a relationship. But everyone (avengers) thinks its not gonna last , since they kept it secret for readers career

I love your writing ,its the gift that keeps on giving

OMG, I love this idea and it features my favorite avenger :) Just the idea of Tony being with another person in the limelight and who (perhaps) can relate to the idea of no privacy is pretty cute. I let my imagination go wild on this.

Runway Lover

pairing: tony stark x male reader tags: one night stand, flirty male reader, Tony changing your mind, he's really thoughtful, doesn't have clear timeline, nor does reader have a set age but he's definitely younger than Tony

Tony Stark rarely found himself preoccupied with anyone’s interests but his own. He’d lived a life of fleeting conquests, glitzy parties, and elaborate inventions that somehow never failed to fascinate the world—or himself. But you? You’d strolled right into his life with the confidence of a runway model (which you literally were) and changed his entire perspective on what an “entanglement” could be.

The party in the middle of downtown Manhattan was alive with spinning lights and pulsing music. Tony had been invited to some high-end charity event—something he would normally treat as an opportunity to flash his new suit design or advertise Stark Industries’ philanthropic side. Yet that night, all Tony could focus on was the man who’d caught his eye the minute he walked in.

You.

Truth be told, Tony had recognized you from one of those glossy magazine covers Pepper brought in. You were a rising star in the modeling industry, commanding catwalks in Milan, Paris, and New York with effortless poise. Meeting you in person sparked something in Tony’s chest he couldn’t name—a certain curiosity, maybe even a challenge. He was used to everyone swooning or falling over themselves for him. You, however, looked him straight in the eye and gave a smile that suggested you already knew exactly the effect you had on Tony Stark.

He wasn’t used to being read so easily, and he found it irresistible.

The conversation began with harmless banter: Tony dropping flirty one-liners, you leaning in with a mischievous grin. One thing led to another—fingers brushing, pulses quickening. By the end of the night, between hushed whispers and more than a few stolen glances, you both decided to head to Tony’s penthouse.

It wasn’t Tony’s usual approach to actually stay the entire night. Typically, he’d offer breakfast as a courtesy (or an excuse for himself to sneak out gracefully). But he ended up lingering long enough to watch the sunrise with you, feeling strangely at ease simply lying in bed, listening to your soft breathing. In the morning, you parted ways without much fuss—no exchanging numbers, no promises. You had your whirlwind schedule to get back to, and Tony had a million-dollar empire to run and the Avengers to help manage. Both of you knew it was just supposed to be a one-time thrill.

Except Tony couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Days turned into a week, and Tony found himself replaying your smile, recalling the shape of your body beneath him. When he realized he couldn’t get rid of the memory, he did what Tony Stark did best: he acted. Discreet queries here and there. A call to a major modeling agency friend. Casually dropping your name at events in hopes someone might have your info. Finally, he got his hands on your direct contact. Did it feel a tad stalker-like? Maybe, but Tony told himself that was exactly how the world of the rich and famous worked. And he had to see you again.

So began the flowers, the text messages, the “spontaneous” run-ins. At first, you were taken aback by Tony’s sudden interest; you never pegged him as the persistent type. You expected him to forget all about you, chalk the night up to a fling. But the man who invented an arsenal of Iron Man suits was not about to let something slip through his fingers once it piqued his interest.

He invited you to lavish dinners—private and away from paparazzi. He’d take you for helicopter rides at sunset, then drop you off at your next shoot as if it were nothing. He even started learning about haute couture, reading up on modeling contracts and runway schedules just to find ways to accommodate your time.

After weeks of Tony’s relentless flirting and genuine displays of interest, you gave in. Soon, you found yourself falling into a relationship with the billionaire genius…only, you both agreed it had to remain hidden for now. Your modeling career hinged on maintaining your “single, adventurous lifestyle” image, and Tony’s unpredictability threatened to overshadow everything if the press got wind of the two of you.

Sneaking around turned out to be oddly thrilling. Despite Tony’s larger-than-life persona, he excelled at hush-hush getaways—he had the resources, after all. When you weren’t busy traveling for fashion shows, you’d slip into Avengers Tower late at night, or Tony would appear backstage in a private dressing room, carefully timing his visits so no one would suspect a thing.

You knew the risk. Tony was a big name, an unpredictable man with a big personality. You and he were from two completely different worlds, each with its own demands. Models traveled, Tony saved the world. Some nights you worried it would never work long-term. But every time Tony caught your eye, or snuck an arm around your waist in the privacy of a quiet corridor, or whispered how he was grateful you put up with him—every flicker of tenderness reminded you that there might be something real here. Something that transcended your celebrity images.

Tony never missed an opportunity to reassure you. He’d leave encouraging texts right before a big runway show: Knock ‘em dead, handsome. – T. When your schedule exploded and stress weighed on your shoulders, he’d whisk you off on the Stark Industries jet for a day trip somewhere scenic, telling you to breathe. And when you asked him why, when he could be juggling a dozen different things, he chose you?

He always had the same reply: “Because I want to—and because you’re worth it.”

One night, after a particularly grueling day of photo shoots for a designer brand, you arrived back at your apartment to find Tony on your doorstep. He was leaned against the wall, wearing worn jeans and a T-shirt, a baseball cap pulled low. By his feet was takeout from your favorite Thai place.

“Tony, what are you—?”

He shrugged, lifting the bag. “You’ve gotta eat. Also, I was hoping to see if you were free this weekend. I wanted you to come to a small Avengers get-together. I mean, it’s not the big official gatherings—just us plus pizza. Real low-key.”

You blinked. “Wouldn’t that, you know, raise eyebrows about us?”

Tony lifted an eyebrow, lips quirking in a half-grin. “They already have plenty of suspicions. Besides, I…kinda want them to see what I see. When you’re comfortable, of course.” It was a giant step. You knew that the Avengers had never been exactly sold on your relationship. But Tony’s eyes were sincere, and the warm feeling in your chest let you know you were ready to stand by his side.

That weekend, you arrived at a casual get-together in an understated jacket and simple jeans, hardly looking like the runway star the world knew you as. Tony’s eyes lit up when you walked in. A few heads turned—Steve, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, and Sam, plus a couple others. Tony slid an arm around you in full view of everyone, a gesture that spoke volumes. The silence was brief before Sam cleared his throat, stepping forward to greet you warmly. Soon, the hush turned into chatter, and you realized that while there were still a few raised eyebrows, there was also acceptance.

No big announcements, no press releases. Just you, Tony, and a handful of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes sharing pizza and jokes around a low table in the living area of Avengers Tower. Later, as you took a moment to yourself on the balcony, gazing over the sparkling city, Tony joined you. He offered you a soft grin. “Not how I usually do relationships, you know.”

“Oh, I’m aware,” you teased, leaning into him. “But I appreciate it.”

You felt his arm tighten around your waist. His warm breath brushed your ear as he murmured, “I want this—us—to last.”

The city lights twinkled below, but you barely noticed. You turned and caught the gentle gleam in Tony’s eyes. Maybe the Avengers’ doubts would linger for a while, maybe your modeling career would keep forcing you into secret entrances and locked doors. But standing there, pressed against Tony, the noise of doubts and naysayers faded into the background. Because when Tony Stark said he wanted something to last, for once, it didn’t sound like just another promise on the fly. It felt real.

[scuderia-piastri]

it’s nice to have a friend

✮⋆˙summary: the pressure is on, and in more ways than one

✮⋆˙warnings: none!

✮⋆˙a/n: it took so long because i’ve rewrote this like 6 times but it’s finally done i need to get myself a sweet treat in reward

rrcsav masterlist

p16 in the last race. a dnf in the one before that. never above p6 in qualifying. p12 in practice. p5 in sprint qualifying. p7 in the actual sprint.

for every push she gave, she ended up getting pushed back further, and it wasn't right. whether it was the strategy, the car, or just her, she couldn't tell, and she couldn't help but look at her teammate doing much better and wonder what she was doing wrong. she couldn't just blame it all on being a rookie.

after every session, she felt nauseous. having to face the press was like a trudge through hell. a podium itself seemed so out of reach, she thought it'd be near impossible to get anyone to take her seriously.

until qualifying, where she completed her lap and heard her race engineer say "that's p3, red, i repeat, p3. beautiful drive out there."

she could've almost cried in relief right there. "thanks team, good job today. nice leg up for tomorrow."

alex arranged for dinner at a local restaurant in celebration, basically forcing her to come along. he claimed it was his reward for beating her at paddle earlier and she couldn’t deny the fact that she lost terribly, so she agreed.

“and so alex decided it’d be a great idea to just not mention to anybody that we were going to check out that place, and literally everyone was panicking thinking we’d gone missing.” george rambled, pointing towards alex. “always a genius, he is.”

“mate, i’d texted you before telling you to let them know! you’re the forgetful one.” alex retorted, laughing and lightly slapping george’s shoulder.

“always some excuse.”

red wasn’t paying attention to the stories much, her focus mainly on her phone, where her dad’s text read that he’d booked a flight and was going to arrive before the race, claiming he didn’t want to miss her potential first podium. somehow, the text made everything feel so much more real. if she’d messed it up now it’d be worse. the bile rose in her throat, her head suddenly getting a bit heavier.

“great time everyone, i’m getting a bit tired so i think i’m gonna get back to the hotel.” she set down some cash to cover her portion of the bill and stood up. “looking forward to beating your asses on track tomorrow.”

“i can walk you back to the hotel.” franco offered, standing up as well. “it’s next to mine.”

alex looked between the two of them, eyebrows furrowed. “oh, alright. nice dinner with you guys. see you tomorrow when i lap your car, red.”

she tore her eyes away from franco, who she was giving a suspicious look to, and turned towards alex and gave a small smile. “wish i had that level of delusion in a williams, but good luck. have a nice night.”

the walk to the hotel was awkward for a few minutes as they walked in silence. red kept her arms crossed in the slightly chilly air and franco just walked next to her looking ahead.

finally, he decided to speak up after a few minutes. “you’re not talking a lot today.”

she scrunched her nose in response. “a bit tired. must be the jet lag.”

“what, the milkshake with espresso that you call coffee didn’t help?”

“well excuse me if i prefer enjoying what i’m drinking rather than sipping straight bitterness all morning.”

franco shook his head, smiling and lightly nudging her. “it’s an acquired taste. and i do enjoy it. you should try sometime.”

“i think i’ve had enough tries, thanks.” she gave him a judging look, pushing back.

“you get p3 in qualifying once and now you have all this attitude.” he ran a hand through his hair. “who was that you were texting during dinner?”

she raised an eyebrow. “you were staring at me during dinner?”

he shrugged. “it’s rude to have your phone out.”

“it was my dad, he said he’s getting a flight here for the race tomorrow.” she bit the inside of her cheek, her fingers playing with the zipper on her jacket. “apparently he doesn’t want to miss my first podium.”

franco nodded. “that’s good, no?”

“well, yeah, i appreciate him of course,” she stammered out, talking faster. “but it’s- i don’t know, more pressure? if i bottle it at the start, he’ll have come for nothing. and i don’t want to…”

“disappoint him?”

“yeah.” she nodded once. “yeah, i don’t want him to think all his work to get me this far is going to waste.”

he pursed his lips, tilting his head. “i don’t think i could be disappointed if i was him. being in a top team like ferrari is a big deal.”

“i know, but i want to prove that they did a good job and that i’m capable. there’s no point in any of this if i don’t succeed in the sport.” she approached the entrance of the hotel, turning back to face him.

not that she would admit it out loud, but she didn’t want him to go now. she enjoyed his company, and she wanted to talk to him for longer.

so she held the door open. “up to watching a movie?”

“i thought you said i’d like this movie because it has spanish in it.” franco tilted his head back, the end credits rolling with the song still playing.

red sat up, turning on her side to face him. “it did! didn’t you watch?”

“i did watch, it had half a song and like four lines of spanish and that was it. the rest was all hindi.”

she rolled her eyes. “and it was a great movie. you had subtitles, don’t act like you couldn’t understand.”

“i actually didn’t.”

“i’ll have to replay it then, because zindagi na milegi dobara is a masterpiece. maybe you should pay more attention next time.”

he furrowed his eyebrows, looking at the tv. “i did pay attention, and what next time? next time we’re watching a movie that’s actually in spanish. we can see real cinema.”

red gasped, taking the pillow next to her and hitting his arm with it. “this is real cinema, you uncultured swine. hrithik roshan in himself is enough to make the world spin.”

“you can have your opinions.” he smirked, taking the pillow from her.

she reached back for it again, the two of them laughing and trying to get at each other with the pillows on the hotel bed, until they ended up practically pressed up against one another, barely any space in between. both the smiles slowly dropping from their faces when they looked at each other. his eyes dropped from hers to her lips and back again, and red could swear the oxygen had been sucked out of the room for a minute. the tension was palpable, and neither of them dared to move for a couple seconds.

then, as franco leaned closer to close the gap, her mind suddenly went into high alert and she immediately pulled away. her heart rate spiked as he frowned in confusion, also pulling back. the atmosphere shifted, both of them staying silent as they tried to process the situation.

after a few seconds, red cleared her throat, her voice barely above a whisper. “it’s, uh, getting a bit late.”

franco nodded, not looking at her. “i should go. good luck tomorrow.”

she didn’t notice the moment he got up from the bed, but once she heard the door close, she held the pillow closer and sat back against the headboard, her breathing still shallow. she closed her eyes and cursed herself, wondering how she could’ve been so stupid.

it was one moment of impulse, and now she’d have to deal with the weeks of consequences it’d cause.

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[kettleinusefornow]

Rough ride..MDNI

CHAPTER 8

Sae Itoshi X Reader fic

Contains breakup and miscommunication

Revenge sex

Iceskater!reader

eventual happy ending </3

teenage love

ALOT of angst

CHP1 CHP LIST

CHAPTER 8: Not excited

The morning sunlight streamed in through the windows, filling the room with a soft, golden light. As Y/N slowly opened her eyes, she found herself lying in bed, the sheets tangled around her legs. 

Through her drowsiness, she felt that the figure from last night’s activities had vanished. There was a note on the bedside table which read, “Had a meeting, you have to check out before 2pm </3”

Y/N stared blankly at the note, before burying her face into the pillow. Last night felt both distant but still new. She chose not to dwell on it. 

————

On Monday morning, she trekked on over to her usual skate practice, opening the door to an ice cold environment that started to already affect her hands as she put down her things. The high ceilings, paired with the lonely shadowed corners really called for a time to relax. 

Koyuki shortly joined later on, her red hair slapped Y/N in the face a few times whilst they were on ice (Yuri on ice. Mb) They two of the girls decided to finally start learning new jumps and spins. Probably not a good idea without a coach or a jump harness.. Whats the worst that can happen?

Bruises. Bruises can happen. The two sat across from each other on the cold ice floor which helped them to soothe the pain of the newly formed bruising on their ass and shoulder. 

“You know Y/N, I thought someone like you would be able to land a triple axel..”

“Yuki, take one good look at my ass and tell me if I look like a professional skater to you, I can barely do a triple toe loop, and you want me to do a triple axel, do I look like the next Yuzuru Hanyu..” 

The two’s unconstrained laughter filled the space of the rink, moments were like this were nice..

Y/N was sitting at the benches outside the rink, the plastic seats didn’t provide much comfort, but they got the job done. That’s when she heard a notification from her phone.

‘Who could be.. Oh Rin!’

———

rinrin: come to my match next week

Y/N🤤🤤: oh shi, u wan me come support u?

rinrin: no. 

Y/N🤤🤤: okay so u hate me?

rinrin: just come

Y/N🤤🤤: whos buying the tickets bruh

rinrin: i literally sent you the tickets in chat. use your eyes.

Y/N🤤🤤: OKAY mister grinch.

———

Y/N let out a small chuckle, even though Rin seems all cold and hard on the outside, he's just a 16 year old that has a bright future in football. (Even though little missy here is 17..)

Y/N scrolled up the chat. She almost dropped her phone along with her jaw. 

Koyuki noticed Y/N frozen state.

“Why do you look constipated? What happened?”  

She grabbed Y/N phone to see what her sudden face of shock that was also bursting into cold sweats was all about. 

Instead of joining in on Y/N’s state of paralysis, she burst out laughing with a hand on Y/N’s shoulder. The scene ended with Koyuki gasping for air and the other seemed like  a dead racoon.

————

The next two weeks leading up to the match were dreadful. She couldn’t just not go. Rin personally asked, it doesn’t take much to infer that he really wants her to go. 

Y/N tried her mighty best to not think about it, burying herself in pre university stuff like interviews, looking for courses she wants. She went to as many skate sessions as possible too. She thought she was over this stupid childhood love but guess not..

Even on the day itself, she decided to finish another practice right before heading to the stadium. She entered the overfilling entrance, filled with merch of mainly Sendou, AIku and Sae.. 

‘Well that’s neat, my one night stand and first love are standing beside each other.’

The space featured some large TVs displaying some speech that a bowl cut guy was giving, the theme of the interior was strongly based on hexagons and blues. 

She walked further in, spotting Koyuki and her mother in the distance. The overly bright lights couldn’t stop their excitement from outshining the light. 

“Yuki! Over here!”

Koyuki turned to see Y/N’s haggard state, she looked like she hadn’t had proper sleep in awhile, the last time she was like this was during the finals.

“You ain’t fooling nobody with that cheap ass concealer under your eyes.” 

“Not even a hi or how are you? Gee thanks.”

“Y/N! You need to look hot! You are about to see your ex, you need to make him regret dumping you!!”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Koyuki’s nagging about getting revenge and being a girlboss or something. 

“Isn’t sleeping with his football team’s captain enough?” 

“NO.” 

Their bickering came to a halt when Koyuki’s mother’s sweet voice broke through. No matter how bad the argument was, Mrs Chigiri was an angel sent from heaven, from her good looks to her honey-like personality. 

“We should head to our seats.”

Y/N’s mouth came to an immediate closure, turning a 180 with determined eyes. 

“Yes Mrs Chigiri, whatever you said is right!” 

The three went to the door leading to the field, the view was breathtaking, the air smelled like fresh artificial grass, the blue seats complimented the green grass. The cold air made the scene feel cool and calming. 

The seats slowly started filling up, the players were about to start coming out soon.

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[muffin-snakes-art]

Happy 10th Anniversary to the Japanese release of Kirby Triple Deluxe!! I animated a Taranza. Turn the sound on to hear him go yippee!

[clovenoko]

※ ♣️♦️ fictional children 🏵️🍈

I came up with the idea of "children of love", I guess, my favorite Trey&Cater !! a girl who doesn't want to be "cute" but "cool" and a boy who doesn't want to stand out and isn't used to showing true emotions !!

adult Trey and Cater with their babies 💚🧡💚🧡

[shadow-the-crow]

Tma au but it's 2010's ya dystopian. Everyone is sorted by fear alignment, like factions.

[rafyki]

Something about Jack and Joke who have always been the protectors but learning to trust the other enough to let themselves be the ones being protected for once

[makorragal-312]

Gotta admit, after last night's episode, I was completely lost as to what the conflict was gonna be between Buck and Tommy that was gonna lead to them eventually breaking up.

But now that I think about it, I think Tommy is going to finally make his feelings known (most likely without meaning to) that he's envious of the family dynamic within the current 118 and that he wants to experience it.

This will lead to Buck questioning how he never experienced it or made any strong connections with anyone if he was in the 118 through both Gerrard AND Bobby. And that's gonna lead to Buck finding out about Tommy's past behavior under Gerrard and how he treated Chim and Hen and then it's gonna make Buck confront Tommy about longing for that connection when he could've had it had he not been a bigot.

The two are gonna fight and then BOOM, breakup.

[seventh-district]

7am, eating cold leftover teriyaki stir-fry for breakfast and crying over blorbos

[honeyvenommusic]

❗️NEWGLASSANIMALSGLASSANIMALSGLASSANIMALSGLASSANIMALSGLASSANIMALSGLASSAN-

[tapenessa]

YES I WOULD!

also whatchua thinking for it?

AHHAHSHSHSHRJJOFFOFJ HI! THANKS FOR THE ASK!!

i have an idea for a multi chapter fic where the gaang + azula’s group are in high school, and katara has been crushing on azula for a full school year. she noticed her on the first day of high school, and immediately started blushing because oh my god pretty girl. they didn’t have any classes together and katara kept the crush to herself because she knew her friends and brother would never let her hear the end of it if they found out. needless to say, katara has been thinking about azula for, like, months. long time.

…only to learn on the first day of her second year of high school that azula is an ass. she finds this out the hard way; running into azula picking on aang (for what reason i’m not entirely sure yet.) obviously, katara isn’t going to crush on someone who’s mean to one of the people in her life who matters most to her, and she’s not going to sit back and watch it happen— she gets right in azula’s face and tells her to piss off. azula of course just finds this funny and insults katara in a way that leaves the girl stunned, and sashays off. katara’s crush becomes a boiling hatred, which only intensifies when she learns they share almost every class together. cue petty high school rivalry.

katara and azula’s rivalry becomes so intense that it’s well-known across the school— even sokka hears about it, and he’s a full year ahead of her. he initially tells her she’s being ridiculous and should focus on her studies, until he runs into azula, gets clocked, and completely approves of his sister’s actions. also because azula’s older brother is in his class and the guy pisses him off. aang doesn’t like azula, but he doesn’t want katara risking getting in trouble for him, and katara assures him that this rivalry may have started with him, but in the end, she genuinely can’t stand azula as a person. toph just enjoys it because she’s toph.

and, because this rivalry is so infamous, of course the teachers catch wind of it. one of katara and azula’s teachers decide it’s time to put an end to their pettiness and groups them together for a project, telling them to get it together or risk detention. they suck it up because katara doesn’t want her dad stressing out over her, since he’s still recovering from kya’s death, and azula doesn’t know what she’d do if her father heard about her getting a *detention.* they keep their insults and jabs to a minimum, and, of course, katara is reminded of her old crush and can’t help but notice that azula does have some good in her, and azula is just beginning to realize that katara’s face card is lethal. they get to know each other better and katara realizes that azula isn’t an ass for shits and giggles, but that her dad is an awful person, and azula meets hakoda and is genuinely confused on why he seems to love his kids so much when they’re both reckless and loud and wear their hearts on their sleeves, something ozai punishes zuko for on a daily basis. healing and romance ensues.

[swordmaid]

also I think if someone points out to shri’iia that she’s been prioritising astarion she’s gonna be like ? No wtf lol

[arvoze]

we do a little trolling

[stripedtabbycat]

every time i find myself getting indignant at someone saying shit like "kids these days are stupid and don't know anything about movies made before they were born" i have to remind myself that i am routinely surprised by movies made in the late 60s being in color

[leftoversludge]

argggghhhhhhhuuuhhhhhhhggghhhh

[whumpy-wyrms]

sorry for not being super active i’ve been busy slaying princesses :3