#anyway rb if you liked it thx

[revvywevvy]

I miss so many of the old modes and features from the earlier games :( having the extra costumes, extra weapons w/ stats and effects, profiles, the exhibition theatre, weapon master, team battle... like- imagine if sc5 had team battle and allowed clones. I could make a whole-ass army of Pyrrhas and go crazy stupid but noooo, they had to remove those older features. >:(

Anyways bc I was going wild esp about the extra costumes a few days ago I drew Pyrrha and Caelina's 1p/2ps + an extra costume for them both <3 (and modified Pyrrha's 1P and 2P a tad) [zooms under cut]

[heeracha]

## the most. — p. jongseong

content/warning(s): bf!jay x gn!reader, mentions of fighting, overthinking, mentions of toxicity. lots of kisses from jay. unproofread. tell me if i missed something <3

wc: 0.5k

note: i'm here on jay's tag a little too much, its unhealthy lol. anyway, hope u enjoy this,,, whatever this is. thx bye lol

after a lot of times jay telling you that it was okay for him to sleep on the couch, you quickly pecked his lips and went to your room to sleep. every once a month, your mom invites you and jay to stay over to hang out a little since your dad goes out of the country for work on the days she would invite you and jay. but this time, his trip unexpectedly gets canceled. your mom trusted jay so she gave him the go sign that he can sleep in your room with you, but with your dad here, jay didn’t want to be rude and make your dad think that he was way too comfortable.

but jay suddenly wakes up in the middle of the night. he softly groans, sitting up as he reaches for his phone. but his eyes caught you sleeping on the barcalounger. he opens his phone to see the time, 3:29 am. he reaches a hand to your leg, running it up and down as he softly calls you.

you hum, raising your head as you squint. “yeah?” you groggily say and jay holds his hand out. you stand up from the barcalounger, folding it back to its chair form and out your hand in jay’s as you lay beside him. you turn to your side, back facing him as he puts the blanket around you two.

“i told you i’m okay here.” jay mumbles as he puts his arm over your waist and you hum.

“i sleep better when i’m with you.” you softly say, holding his hand. “besides, mom’s sleeping on my bed.”

“what happened?”

“mom and dad fought about something stupid.” you softly said. “something about… i don’t know. i offered mom to sleep on my bed and i sleep here.”

“you okay?” jay asks as he places a soft kiss on your shoulder. you hum, nodding. “promise?”

“i just sometimes wish they don’t put me in the middle and make me choose a side.” you say and jay nods, kissing your cheek. “i’m just focusing on the bright side of it.”

“and that is?”

“i get to sleep here with you.” you say and your boyfriend softly chuckles, kissing the back of your head. “jongseong?”

“yeah, love?” he answers.

“we won’t grow toxic, right?” you ask. jay knew about your tendency to overthink and he is thankful that you always talk to him about what troubles you and he always talks to you about his own troubles as well. after all, it’s you and him together at the end of the day.

“as long as we have our good communication and be honest and truthful to each other all the time, i don’t think so.” jay answers and you hum, nodding. “hey, this is you and i, okay? we always get through everything with each other.”

“i know.” you softly say. 

“sleep, love. you’re tired for the day, you deserve the rest.” jay says and you hum, agreeing.

“good night.”

“good night, my love.” 

jay slips his hand that was under yours, moving it on the top of yours as his other hand intertwines with yours. 

“jongseong?”

“hm?”

“you love me?”

he places a kiss behind your ear.

“the most.”

— rbs, likes and comments/feedbacks are highly appreciated <3

[fearforthestorm]

as a friendly reminder this blog is enthusiastically and emphatically supportive of all good-faith identities; if you're anti endo systems, anti mspec gays/lesbians, anti xenogenders, or anti ANYTHING that's literally just people existing and not hurting anyone, you're not welcome here <3 this shouldn't be a radical fucking standpoint to take but I think people deserve to not have their existence questioned and belittled, and they know themselves better than anyone else ever can, so like. just be nice. k thx bye

(ok to rb but if you clown it's an instant block)

edit: okay jesus christ just bc I said okay to reblog doesn't mean I wanted fifty people reblogging this, locking rbs just because I don't want to deal with the inevitable people being shitty on this if I leave it, if you want to express this sentiment make your own post it means more that way anyway than just going "yeah what they said".

[oumadoesscienceandsuch]

Hello. other students taking GCSEs

I was wondering if it would be helpful for anyone if I posted some in-depth notes? I'd explain the topic like it's a lesson, as this is helpful for my own revision and might help other people understand it

It'd mostly be for biology and chemistry, probably, as that's super fact-recollection based. Idk, I see a lot of aesthetic studyblr blogs and I've never seen anyone actually post explanations of subjects or original material here, links to resources being the closest thing

You could also send in requests as long as it's clear with everyone that I'm not a teacher, just a teenager on the internet, I have no qualifications. also I'll be using online resources, textbooks and stuff to find the information - if everyone responds to this with yeah no why would you do that, that's a horrible idea, then I'll probably post some other studying-related stuff here anyway, even if studyblr is kind of...deceased lol I think it'll help me with my own revision

ok uh. like/rb or something if you think that'd be helpful thx bye

[spontaneousspirit]

Heyyy, okay I know christmas is over, but it didn't feel like Christmas to me anyway.

Call out post about

Some of yall I wanna thank cus I appreciate u 🥺😅

@smol-cat-the-great 'haven't heard from u in a bit, but 'hope you're doing well!

@lesserbeans hiya mut (s?)! ^u^

@n4rc we chill right? Thanks for the serotonin from interacting with my actual art and not just other reblogs. 🥺 thanks sm u always got me

@quietlyignoringyou heyyyyy hiiiii (idk what's going on with u, but I think we chillin??)

@thesuperiorhyena omg hello! welcome! I see u bro!

Oh shoot hey @gorillagrip53 - you spam like and rb and then dissappear I FORGOT I'm SO sry lmao

Hello @aru-maru! Nice of you to stop by now and then.

@aprilcelesti , @blepittyblep , and @darkbonnie-09

I thank u guys for the occasional rbs ^^ thx for sticking around as long as u have (.u.")

78 followers! And that's just Tumblr alone! That's amazing!! Thank you all so much!!

[blxxdbxgs]

hiii you can call me anesthesia or like any other medical name here but some ppl might know me as vampy sooo yeahhh

this is just a stupid little medical blog where i ramble on about the human body and sometimes horror movies and post nurse Gerard way cuz i don't wanna annoy my moots

anyways as most ppl know i run multiple blogs so like here’s a basic list of em if anyone cares

@tousyposay - main. i like/follow from here

@thxnks4themrms - main side blog. this is where most ppl know me from. i post shit about music here and i post abt my amazing wonderful sweet lovely gorgeous wife

Im too lazy to add my other ones so ill add em when im in the mood

um as i've said before this blog is just a place for me to ramble about the human body and rb shit with gore and nurse gerard shit and basically anything that doesn't really fit on my main. pls note that im not toooo sure on how many ppl will find this blog but ill try my best to put any tw for things :)

IF YOU SHIP WAYCEST / PRO SHIP IN GENERAL GET THE FUCK OUT. I DONT FUCK WITH YALL AND YALL R NOT VERY WELCOMED HERE SO THX

some things that have tw: ill add more if needed

blood/gore

death

drugs/medicine

pictures of hospitals/clinics or really just images ppl might find disturbing

anyways that's all i have to say ill add more stuff to this later

[cray-cray-anime]

Hey buddy!!!

just want to say thx for being here while I'm trying to get my other account back.

also, little fun fact bout me. I mainly like your posts because I think that you are super cool (and I enjoy the content you reblog) and it is kinda hard to put it into words so I try to like every post I see from you instead.

anyways here is some art for my super awesome mutual and have a nice day/night!

Crying on the inside and sending aggressive affection/p 💛💛💛💛

Also asdfghjkl IS THAT BASED ON MY PROFILE PIC?! it's so cute ;-;

(Also like i will do thing where I only like just to be like "tho I'm not rb I see you 👀💓")

[a-gay-bloodmage]

—Lavender—

Pairing: Sera x Female Trevelyan

Pairing Type: F/F

Words: 1,390

Warnings: Angst, Inability to Deal With Own Feelings, Bonding Between a Lesbian and a Very Small Cat, Hurt and Comfort, The Magic of Love and Actual Magic

Kiora was an idiot. She was a jerk, an ass, a terrible girlfriend. Sera threw another burnt cookie off the rooftop, watching it shatter into a million tiny crumbs on the cobblestones below and send birds scattering. She sniffled and threw another and another and another until the ground was covered in broken bits of cookies and she had nothing left to throw.

She wiped her nose, trying to ignore the stupid tears in her eyes. Why was she so upset over Kiora being a jerk? She should be angry, not sad. Well, she was angry, but she was sad, too. She was angry and sad and lonely and angry again.

She wanted to hit something, but there wasn't anything good enough to hit. She wanted to yell at someone, but nobody was around at this time of night. She stood up and walked back into her messy room, trying to ignore the bits of Kiora's stuff scattered among hers. She wanted so badly to gather it all up and throw it out her window, but she couldn't bring herself to.

Please, Sera, I don't want you to get hurt, she had said, in that stupid, weepy, whispery, adorable voice of hers. It'll just be two or three weeks, please understand, please, sunshine.

Sera had told her she didn't care. That if she didn't want her there she should just say so and stop making excuses. Kiora had told her that she was misunderstanding. That she was honestly just keeping her safe. Sera had called her stupid. Kiora had gotten such a sad look in her pretty violet eyes that Sera had wanted to apologize then and there. But she had been stubborn. She didn't apologize at all, and Kiora had just left, touching Sera's hand for just a gentle second before tugging on her satchel and walking out Sera's door. Sera had broken something in anger, but she couldn't remember what. It didn't really matter.

She fell into her small, messy windowsill bed, trying to ignore the fact that this was Kiora's favorite place to nap. It was Sera's bed, not Kiora's. She curled around a pillow, annoyed at how much comfort it brought. It was comfortable because it reminded her of Kiora, but she was supposed to be mad at Kiora, so it made her mad. But she wasn't all the way mad. And the longer she stayed curled up around that pillow in the dark, the more the loneliness overtook the anger. And then she was sniffling more, and then she was crying, and then she was burying her face in that stupid pillow that reminded her of Kiora, and she was sobbing all alone because she had driven Kiora away. Because she had been dumb and she had yelled at the only person who was ever only nice to her, and she had made the girl who was only ever kind and sleepy sad, and Kiora was never supposed to be sad. She was choking on her own tears and snot and it was gross and stupid and childish but she couldn't stop.

Only when she heard a faint scratching at the door did she lift her face from her snot and tear covered pillow. There was more scratching, and more, and a little more before the door was slowly pushed open an inch because she was too dumb to properly latch it. It was one of Kiora's dumb cats, the baby, Patches.

"Go away," she muttered, glaring at the kitten. "Stupid little bastard, go away."

The kitten just mewled sadly and jumped up onto the windowsill bed, shoving its stupid little face into Sera's. She didn't bother shoving it off. Patches seemed to understand she was upset, settling in beneath her chin and purring against her wet skin, trying to calm her. She took a minute before she sat up, picking the tiny little thing up in her hand like a doll. The kitten didn't mind, and actually seemed to like being held.

She held Patches to her chest as she walked back out onto the rooftop, sneaking along the ramparts and past any late-night guards as she made her way to the Inquisitor's chambers. She had to put the kitten in her sleep shirt's pocket for a little while as she scaled the wall to Kiora's balcony, but thankfully Patches knew not to move too much or try to escape her pocket. She made her way into Kiora's room, and slowly got up onto her big, too-soft bed.

Kiora had left a robe out on her quilt that she had probably started to pack but left behind because she didn't want to carry the extra weight and didn't mind wearing robes that were a little sweaty. Patches wiggled his way out of Sera's pocket, his tiny little claws poking her breast a little. She didn't have the energy to scold the dumb little bastard. He jumped down onto the robe, pawing at it and mewling up at Sera. He bit the black and dark purple fabric, attempting to drag it over to her, but not seeming to realize that he was not only far too weak to lift so much fabric, but that he was standing on it, too.

Sera picked him up with one hand, and the robe with the other. Kiora was kinda tall, and she was heavy, too, so there was a lot of fabric. Mages always wore impractical, flowy, decorative nonsense. She held the robes up to her face, and breathed in the smell of it. It smelled like the elfroot Kiora smoked, and the charms she wore that smelled like pomegranates. And it smelled like lavender, too, which was weird, because Kiora didn't usually smell like lavender. Sera took another deep breath in through her nose, and the lavender seemed to get stronger.

Her fists tightened up around the robe, and she heard a crinkle of paper. Patches was purring as he curled up in her lap, covered by the heavy fabric. She fished around in the mass of black and violet clothing. It was a little piece of yellowish parchment, covered with Kiora's soft, loopy handwriting.

My sunshine, it said. I'm sorry I had to leave you behind at Skyhold. I'm sure you'll be mad, and you deserve to be. I wouldn't be able to stand myself if I brought you along only to have you get hurt. I love you too much to put you in danger. Sera sniffled, wiping at her eyes. I knew you'd come to my room, and I only hope you find this note. I enchanted this robe to help you sleep in my absence. I love you, Sunshine. -Kiora.

Sera could hardly fathom what she could've ever done to deserve someone as fantastic as Kiora. Someone who took the time to make a robe smell like Orlesian flowers just so that Sera could fall asleep more easily while she was away. Sera fished Patches out from between her legs, holding him while she got under the thick, dark purple and black blankets. Everything Kiora owned seemed to be dark purple or black or both. She set Patches down on a pillow she pulled against her body, wrapping her arms and legs around it, the robe nestled between the pillow and her chest so that she could breathe in its scent. Patches was purring, his blue eyes gently shut as he fell asleep easily under the magic's influence. The magic probably only hardly touched his pink little nose before he was out for the night.

Her muscles began to relax, and she felt the warm, cozy, sleepy feeling of Kiora's magic wash over her. The pain in her back that had come from slumping over the edge of the roof and curling up into herself began to disappear, replaced by soothing warmth. She felt twice as heavy, her body sinking into the soft mattress.

As she dozed off, Kiora's wonderful magic running through her veins, she couldn't help but wonder if Kiora knew she was asleep in her bed. Because—however mad it would sound in the morning—she felt her blonde hair being smoothed and a kiss being planted on her forehead, and could hear—ever so faintly—a whispery goodnight as she breathed in the sweet scent of lavender.

[carcinized]

do you guys ever wish you cuold just sit down in a room with the people in a situation who hurt you and ask them questions like why did you do this did you ever feel bad about it even?? do you ever feel remorse or miss me?? what did you mean by this?? and then get all the answers and then try out all the different scenarios youve played in your head where you yell at them and then either work things out when they apologize or just never see them again. like with no strings attached or drama that would go around after like i just want fucking CLOSURE man

[aaronstveit]

i totally believe in makeup positivity and i’m happy for everyone who chooses to express themselves through makeup art but i really fucking hate how fake makeup positivity has been used to make me feel bad about how i look since i was 11 years old lmao

[organized-chaotic-disaster]

MAN. Having people tell me they like my fic is just. SO good. I just 😭 that serotonin boost tho!!!!

Like yes!!!! People are liking this thing I’m working on!!!! ESPECIALLY something that’s EXTREMELY personal and I wasn’t expecting people to like all that much like 😭 I’m so Soft

[ethvn-torchio]

Dom but kind Anakin and virgin reader? Nice and slow and Anakin is equally vocal?

HHSHHSHSSHDHSHDHSDHHSDHS???? OK MISS GIRL NOW IK U TRYNA KILL ME 🥵🥵 DAMN OKAY HERE WE GO

here ya go baebee, have an Anakin x fem! reader blurb 😏 (also taglist at le bottom;0)

warnings: smut (obv), cunnilingus (oh yes bitches, we’re goin there™), p in v sex, unprotected sex, soft!dom anakin

word count: 1238 ;)

Also yay for gifs this time!!

"But you've never-...are you sure? This is totally up to you-" he starts.

"I want this, Ani. I trust you," you say softly.

Anakin kisses you gently as his hands move around you, pulling you close.

The light kiss turns into something more, and you feel his hands move down to your hips. His hands grow more forceful, gripping you tightly.

"You're so gorgeous," he whispers in a deep voice that makes you shiver. Your hands wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you. It feels right having him hold you. Anakin's lips move to yours, kissing you deeper. 

He fumbles with the button on your pants, and you can feel his satisfied smile against your lips when he unbuttons the top button. He impatiently undresses you, unfastening your pants and sliding them off into the cold night air. He pulls away from you, peppering kisses from your neck to your torso. He kisses lower, dangerously close to the top of your exposed thigh.

"Please," you whisper.

"Please, what?" he asks, teasingly.

"Could you- I-" you struggle to get your meaning across. Thankfully, it seems as if he knows what you mean. He hooks his fingers in your underwear, sliding it off of you.

His finger circles your entrance, sliding a finger in with ease. “This okay?”

You weren’t a stranger to the sensation of being fingered - you had done it to yourself many times over the years. You were anxious to take it further. “Y-yes. More, please.” you keen.

"You're soaked," he mutters. "All because of me, hmm?" 

"I….I need you to-" you trail off as he curls his finger. 

"What was that, again? You didn't finish your sentence," he smiles wryly.

"M-more, please...I need more," you beg.

"More what?"

He wanted you to say it. You whine in frustration. "I...Maker, more fingers? O-or…" you trail off.

He slides a second finger in easily; curling and pumping them just right. "Or what? Go on, finish your sentence, Angel." He chuckles.

You blank on words for a solid moment there. "...I- you can read minds, I can't describe-!" you arch your back, squeezing your eyes shut as he hits your G-spot.

Anakin says nothing in reply. You can hear him moving, and when you open your eyes you see him between your legs. 

You automatically part your legs for him more to allow him better access.

"So beautiful," he mutters, his voice becoming impossibly low. He presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh, kissing the other one next, taking his time.

Finally, he presses a kiss directly on your clit. Your breath hitches.

He drags his tongue along your folds, tasting you. 

You hiss, hands finding their way to his hair, and you accidentally pull on his hair in a silent demand for more, though he doesn’t seem to mind. 

"You taste so good," he says, quickly resuming his exploration.

He plunges his fingers inside your cunt right as he sucks on your clit, and you swear you see stars from that alone. Your back is arched impossibly high, mouth wide open in a silent scream.

You attempt to buck your hips, but nothing happens. Confused, you glance down at Anakin, who has your lower half pinned with the Force. 

Anakin Skywalker was going to be the death of you.

"I- Ani, faster, please," you babble.

You swear you hear him fucking chuckle - and you can feel the vibration. He swirls his tongue on your clit, faster and faster, electric waves of pleasure washing over you.

You clamp around his fingers, the distinct feeling of an orgasm approaching. 

Your breath comes in quickened, frantic breaths. “Ani,” you whimper.

He merely winks at you. Anakin’s fingers move faster, hitting your G-spot every time. 

He sucks on your clit once again, his mouth oh-so-hot and wet. He lightly grazes your clit with his teeth, and that action alone makes you cum, gripping at the sheets and cursing. 

He helps you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm, greedily cleaning you with nothing but his tongue.

You pant as you come back to reality, so to speak. Your legs are still shaking.

“You did so good for me, Angel,” he praises. And then he kisses you and you can taste yourself on his lips.

You two begin lazily making out. At some point, he takes his pants off. 

“Are we still…?” You ask.

“That’s totally up to you, baby. Are you feeling up to it?” he asks, sincerely.

Your cheeks redden. “I really want you to…”

“To…?” he prompts.

"Ani...I need..." you trail off.

“Say it, Angel,” Anakin purrs in your ear, fingertips ghosting over your still-oversensitive clit- far too little pressure to actually mean something. “Tell me what you need,”

You ache with need, and your cheeks burn hot with heat. “I...I need you,” you breathe.

“You need my what? "I need you to use your words," Anakin teases, his blue eyes fixed on you. “What do you need?”

"I...please fuck me, Ani," you relent, most of your sense of shame long thrown out the window. "Please, I n-need you to fuck my pussy."

"Good girl," Anakin praises, and you can feel the head of his cock at your entrance.

He pauses, presumably to keep you in suspense because of course, he would, and you’re just about to open your mouth to say something when he slowly, finally, enters you. You moan at the sensation; the delicious stretch. You had expected it to hurt; instead, you feel pleasantly full.

“Fuck, you feel so good…” he whispers in your ear, nipping at your earlobe. “You s-still with me?” You distantly hear him ask.

You nod, unable to form words at the moment. 

He sets a rhythm of slow, deep thrusts. “I want to hear you, Baby. Use your words.” his voice drops to a near-growl.

You moan, your breath coming out in quick, short puffs. “Yes-!” you whine. “Anakin, yes,” 

His metal hand finds your clit, and the contrast of the cold metal on your hot, aching, oversensitive clit made you clench around him. A strangled noise escapes your lips.

“Say it again. Say my name again,” he demands, and you can feel his breath on your neck, lips occasionally peppering kisses on your shoulder and neck.

You scream his name in reply.

“Fuck. My good girl. So wet for me. You’re- you’re taking me so well,” he murmurs filthy praises in your ear, his thrusts gradually becoming erratic. 

His cool fingers circle your clit, and it doesn’t take long before you’re on the verge of orgasm for the second time today.

He moans your name as you clench around him once again, desperate for his touch.

His fingers circle your clit once again. “Y-you gonna cum again? Cum for me. Go ahead, Angel.” his fingers move at fast pace, rubbing tight circles. 

“Cum,” he says simply, and your body reacts to his command. You cry out his name, your orgasm hitting you hard and fast.

He soon follows, muttering your name, kissing you any and everywhere he can, burying himself inside you.

He rolls off of you, and you quickly snuggle up to him. “Thank you,” you sigh.

“What for?”

“That was...really good.” you blurt. “I- I mean, I really liked it. I want to do it again sometime soon.”

Anakin presses a kiss to your forehead. “Any time, Angel.”

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whoops, i didn’t mean to make this as long as it ended up. it was just gonna b a lil blurb and then i went “pussy eating go brr”. oopsie ;)

taglist ;p

@soveryhowvery @cr-uelsummer @haydens-moles @anakinswhore @anakin-railme @hansonveggieclub @itsmentalillness @passable-talent @missyatrocious and also motherfuckingstargirl10, but she was the one who asked so she got notified anyway.

anyway damnb i really struggled to write the scene where anakin eats pussy and it probably shows won’t lie. like ohmygod i was stuck on the pussyeating scene for like a whole ass day bc i couldn’t figure out how to describe that feeling you get when ur about to cum???? and i’m too stupid to google??

thx for reading tho ;00 rb or comment if you enjoyed ;) and don’t forget requests are open, so send em over babes <3

[satanfemme]

I know having a heavily stigmatized disorder is nowhere near the only form of “feels demonized by society for ur marginalized identity” experience out there, so I'm sure a lot of people who don’t have disorders like this can still relate too, but I also know out of the marginalizations I personally face - and within the context of how I’ve personally faced them during my life so far - having a demonized mental disorder is a uniquely distressing experience.

like every day is confusing and painful in new ways as it is, just because of the way your mind functions, and yet universally you’re being taught that you’re an unlovable monster. and you’re being taught that this hidden awfulness in u is because of your pain; that the more pain you’re in, the more likely it is to seep out without your permission and destroy the things you care about and ruin your life. and, no, you’re not even human. you’re the ‘other’ to be spotted and avoided and shunned - if not outright hurt on purpose - for the safety of real and good people, unlike you.

and none of that is accurate or true to reality, but it doesn’t matter. you’ve always noticed the disconnect between yourself and other people, and every time you see a character Like That you see yourself in them too, but you’re 5, 9, 13 years old and undiagnosed so you miss the real common denominator and you don’t know why you relate to such bad tropes, so the only thing which makes sense to you is you must relate because you’re evil too.

every day is confusing and painful in new ways and you don’t understand other people, so there really must be some monstrosity within you, like everyone seems to think, you’re evil and dangerous and not once have you ever heard of someone like you who wasn’t.

(the closest you’ve come to that was in high school, when in second period health class you were taught people with your disorder are like children unable to care for themselves.

but, of course, then in third period psych you were made to fill out worksheets about how serial killers must’ve been like you, and how that’s just so interesting)

and when you’ve already got an unstable sense of self, it’s not hard to internalize that, so deeply it stays with you even post- diagnosis and even post- self acceptance. and so deeply it feels like a core part of who you are, you still identify with the things you’ve always called yourself, and in your moments of stress it’s a comfort to remind yourself this won’t be forever - because obviously one day you’ll revert into a monster and none of this pain will matter to you anymore.

and I know I make a lot of jokes about being evil and loving violence, killing, and etc, and I like to pass that off as this fun ~quirky~ humor or aesthetic a lot of the time. but if you really wanted to psychoanalyze me and why I’m so quick to identify with that brand, well... :/

(*anyway before I get asked, if ur so inclined I’m gonna say this is ok to rb at least for now, but this post is about dissociative disorders do Not be a freak or derail, thx)

[joeyloganho]

That's What I Want (Eddie S. x s/i)

(A/N: This took way too long to write, and I'm not completely happy with it, but EDDIE SCHMIDT!! EDDIEEEE!!! I love hims. Also yes, I did name this fic after a popular song, fight me. lol. Anyway, please enjoy)

OK TO RB (unless you're pr*shipper then no thx pls)

Word count: 2373

Warnings: none

Genre: Fluff I suppose

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The cafe had been open a few hours when Victor arrived. It was his favorite place to work on his sketchbook. He would draw what he saw around him, people passing by outside on the streets, patrons of the cafe. He would even draw the drinks and food he got while there. The workers knew he would be there everyday by now, as he had been going for months. It was a constant ever since he moved into the neighborhood.

Victor’s day had started out as normal as ever. He woke up, got ready for the day, grabbed his backpack, and headed out the door. He would walk around the neighborhood for a while, casually roaming the streets and looking for inspiration for his art. He usually found it deep within the architecture of the buildings, or the people that passed by him. He lived rather close to the Biotechno Corporation, and so he would usually see scientists and researchers walking around in their grey uniforms, smoking cigarettes or talking to one another. He found inspiration in the way they carried themselves, and the structure of their uniforms.

~

“Eddie!” Brian, one of Eddie’s coworkers hollered to him from the open doorway of the lab. Eddie jumped slightly, turning away from his work on the computer.

“Yeah?” He asked, his heart still racing a bit from the scare. “What is it?”

“It’s lunch time.” Brian said to him, pointing to his wrist as if he wore a watch. Eddie nodded, turning back to the computer on the desk.

“I’m busy.” He said. “I’m almost done with this.”

“How long is it gonna take?” Brian asked. Eddie shrugged, barely turning to look at him. He typed furiously on the keyboard as he wrote down his work.

“Longer than a lunch break.” Eddie told him, adjusting his glasses. Brian groaned loudly, stomping a foot on the cold floor.

“Eddie...Come on! I know this really nice cafe. We can hang out there for a bit.” Brian exclaimed. “Besides, you need a break every once and a while.”

“I don’t need a break. I need to get this done.” Eddie sighed, but it was too late. Brian had made his way across the room, and was grabbing Eddie out of his chair.

“Nope. You need a break, buddy.” Brian said, standing him on his feet. When he was certain Eddie wouldn’t go sit back down, he began walking to the elevator. “This cafe’s really cute. Lots of good food too.”

Eddie didn’t say anything. He was too busy thinking about work. It was his life, after all. He didn’t have many friends outside of Brian and a few others who worked at the Corporation. His life was dedicated to Cybernetics and his research. Sure, he would’ve loved to have more friends, especially a romantic partner, but he had pretty much given up on that idea. He didn’t think he would find anyone. Even if the secretary at the front desk seemed to like him, he knew he wasn’t interested in her. He wanted a boyfriend...But he figured he would focus on his work instead of love. After all, people just got in the way, he thought.

~

Victor sat at his usual table by himself, sipping on a coffee and working on his art. He had a sandwich sat next to him with some chips, and he would occasionally take a bite of that to keep him going. He noticed two scientists from the Biotechno Corporation approaching. One he had seen while walking around. He had dark brown hair and was about average height. The other one he hadn’t seen before. He had blonde hair, and wore glasses. He was pretty tall too. Victor watched them for a moment. He noticed his eyes tracing back to the blonde one more than the other. But he quickly looked away as they walked into the cafe.

“Isn’t this place cute?” Brian asked Eddie, who shrugged as he looked around.

“I guess.” He said, noticing Victor at his table, drawing away. He watched his hand holding the pencil, sketching on the paper.

“Hey! Ed! You listenin’?” Brain asked him, looking over to see Victor too. “...Do you think he’s cute?” He asked rather loudly.

“Shh.” Eddie said to him. Brian smiled widely.

“Oh my god! You do!” He laughed. “Let’s sit by him when we get our stuff.”

“No.” Eddie said.

“No, no. We will.” Brian giggled happily.

As soon as the scientists’ orders were ready, Brian practically ran over to the table right next to Victor’s. Eddie sat down with Brian, avoiding the artist’s gaze. Brian, however, turned right to Victor, smiling at him.

“Hi. I’m Brian.” He said. Victor looked over to him and smiled politely back at him.

“Victor.” The artist told him. Brian nodded and gestured to his coworker.

“This is Eddie.” Brian told Victor. Victor smiled at Eddie as well. The scientist was already blushing, and he nodded at Victor silently. What the hell was Brian thinking!

“Hi.” Victor said.

“Hi.” Eddie responded quietly, almost a whisper. Brian smirked as he watched the two’s awkward interaction.

“Eddie’s single.” Brian said to Victor, causing Eddie to practically jump out of his chair and leave right then and there. Victor felt his cheeks turning red, and he adjusted his glasses. “Are you?” Brian questioned.

“Brian, leave him alone…” Eddie said to his friend, who simply brushed him off, still focused on Victor.

“I’m single.” Victor said with a small smile. Brian slapped his hands on the table and smiled at Eddie.

“Ask him out!” Brian practically yelled.

Eddie remained silent. He was embarrassed and didn’t know what to say or do. He was angry at Brian for being such a tool. He just wanted to go back to work. He wanted to forget everything that had just happened and go focus on coding and researching. Eddie was not a very confident man. Just because Victor was single didn’t mean he wanted to go on a date. Just because they were both single...Victor might’ve not even been gay…

Suddenly, he was brought out of his state of anxiety by a touch on his hand. He thought at first it was Brian teasing him, and he readied his hand to pull back away from the touch. But as he looked up, he realized it was Victor.

“Uh. Well, regardless if you want a date or not. Have this.” He said, handing him a piece of paper. Eddie looked at it carefully...It was a drawing of himself. At the bottom of the page was a phone number and Victor’s name. “I gotta get goin, but...maybe you can call me sometime.” Victor told him, walking past the two scientists.

“Bye, Victor!” Brian said.

“Bye...Maybe I’ll see you two later.” Victor said, exiting the cafe. Eddie stared at the drawing, but more specifically the phone number, ignoring Brian’s hoots and hollers to him.

~

Eddie got home at 8pm that night. He took a quick shower and made a TV dinner before sitting down in his living room. Sitting on the coffee table was the drawing Victor gave him. Eddie picked it up carefully, looking at the number again. He picked up his phone, dialing the number. He was hesitant to call, but he hit the icon anyway.

Placing the phone to his ear, he listened to it ringing. It rang about three times before someone answered.

“Hello?”

“V-Victor?” Eddie stuttered. “It’s Eddie...from the cafe…”

“Hey Eddie. How ya doin?” Victor asked. Eddie smiled softly listening to his voice.

“I’m alright...do you want to go out?” Eddie asked suddenly.

“Where to?” Victor asked, a smile in his voice.

“...I don’t know. I didn’t think I’d get this far.” Eddie says with a laugh. Victor chuckles on the other end of the line.

“I mean, we could just hang out? Here. Or There.” Victor said.

“I can come over..” Eddie said.

~

Victor busied himself while waiting for Eddie to come over by cleaning up the place, and making sure he looked presentable. He cleaned up any dirty dishes in the sink, and cleaned up the living room. He felt excited to see the scientist again, his heart beating rapidly with nerves.

Soon, Eddie knocked on the door to Victor’s apartment. He wore a jacket, jeans, and sneakers, as well as his usual glasses. Victor opened the door, smiling at him.

“Hey! Come in!” Victor said. “It’s super cold out there.”

Eddie walked in, Victor closing the door behind him. He looked around, smiling at the cute decorations around the apartment.

“You hungry? Thirsty?” Victor asked, taking Eddie’s jacket off for him and setting it on a chair. Eddie glanced over at Victor.

“I’m ok. Thank you.” He tells him. Victor smiles and nods.

“Alright. Well, have a seat!” Victor says, plopping down on the couch and patting the cushion beside him.

Eddie studied his face for a moment. The shine of the light gleaming off his glasses, covering most of his hazel eyes. The soft smile on his face, his lips curved upward at the edges. His sharp nose, which curved like a beak. Eddie liked noses like that. He always thought they made people look more unique, and he always appreciated uniqueness over traditional beauty.

As he studied Victor’s face, he sat down beside, obviously nervous. The fact of the matter was that every time someone wanted him to come over, he said no. He didn’t want to be a bother. He didn’t want to become a nuisance to people, even if they happened to be the one to invite him. He never went to parties. He never went out to clubs. He just went to work, and went home, repeating that cycle as long as he possibly could. Hell, even when Brian would ask him to hang out with him and the others, he usually turned the offer down, afraid of the fact he might not fit in as well as he expected or thought he did. Eddie wasn’t a fan of failure or embarrassing himself, he’d much rather just play it safe.

“So you work at the Biotechno Corporation?” Victor asked, watching Eddie nod silently. “That’s gotta be an interesting job, right? What exactly do you do?” Victor asked, curling his legs underneath him so that he rested comfortably on the couch, his whole body practically turned to Eddie.

“Well…” Eddie started. “Most of it’s just research. Cybernetics. Figuring out computer systems…” He watched Victor’s eyes, expecting him to grow tired of his words. Instead, he stayed focused, interested in every word Eddie had to say.

“What kind of computer systems?” Victor asked.

Eddie stretched and let out a small laugh. “Well, I mostly work with the engineering side of things. So, I mostly do industrial biotechnology.”

“You must be super smart…” Victor said with a smirk. “I like smart guys.”

“Oh yeah?” Eddie questioned, a smile forming on his mouth. Victor scooted a bit closer to the scientist, biting his lower lip as he rested his head on the back of the couch.

“Mhm. I think the scientific types of guys are the hottest.” He told Eddie. The scientist could feel his heartbeat in his chest and his cheeks turning red.

“You wouldn’t like a nerd like me, though…” He said with a small bit of defeat in his voice already. Victor scoffed.

“You kidding? Nerds are my favorite. They’re the hottest!” He said with a small laugh.

“Are you just saying that?” Eddie questioned. Victor shook his head silently. “Tell me about you.”

Victor sighed, blowing air out sharply. He looked at Eddie for a moment, obviously thinking of what to say. “Where do you want me to begin?” He asked.

“Where are you from?” Eddie asked softly. He wondered if he’d get a boring answer, or if his suspicions would be right that he was a fallen angel from Heaven.

Victor scrunched his nose. “A boring, small town. Where everyone knows everyone’s shit, and judges harder than anyone I’ve ever met.”

“Is that why you moved here?” Eddie asked. Victor simply nodded.

“That, and I needed a place to get my art career going better.” He told him. Eddie smiled. He knew the drawing he had given him was great, but still, he didn’t know he was a professional. “Do you like art?” Vic asked.

“I like it, but I never understood it. I’m too logical to be creative.” Eddie laughed, and Vic chuckled along with him.

“Do you not consider your work to be your art?” Victor asked him. Eddie shook his head, adjusting his thin-framed glasses.

“I don’t. It’s just research.” Eddie told him. Vic sat up, putting a hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

“Well, research is art. Everything is.” He said.

“Even you?” Eddie asked, turning to look at Victor silently. The look he caught on his face was perfect. A mix of shock and happiness.

“Only if you are too.” Victor said softly.

“I’ll count myself if you count yourself in the category as well.” Eddie whispered. Victor simply nodded.

Eddie felt his heart racing, feeling their faces getting closer and closer. He knew they were going to kiss...God, how long had it been since he kissed someone? Had he ever kissed someone? Surely he had, but it’d been so long...But as he felt Victor gently grip his hair and rub the side of his face, their lips just inches from each other, he felt at ease. He closed his eyes, resting his hands on Victor’s waist.

Their lips touched, just barely ghosting over each other. Eddie let out a soft moan, leaning in for more touch. Their lips finally crashed together in passion, Vic’s fingers digging into Eddie’s soft blonde locks. This moment seemed to last forever, or at least they both wanted it to. When they finally pulled away from each other, they were both breathing heavily, foreheads resting together.

“Maybe we can go out to dinner tomorrow night.” Eddie said, a bit of reluctance in his voice despite really wanting to. He just feared being alone and turned down.

“I would like that…” Victor said happily, pulling him in for another kiss. “A lot.”

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(disclaimer: Don't read this or rb with arguments if you're Team Cap or anti Tony, just scroll past thx)

On the four year anniversary of Captain America: Civil War, I am still salty about how Team Cap treated Tony.

Like. Literally NOBODY on Team Tony gave Steve shit. They all still respected him. But Tony? When Tony tried to help Wanda, she literally blamed him for "imprisoning her". Sam and Scott instantly disliked Tony without even KNOWING him. Nobody on Team Cap gave him any respect.

Ironically, Steve and Bucky were the only people who didn't despise Tony for the sake of it. Bucky because well, guilt maybe, and he just had way more on his mind. And Steve because even when he's been a condescending asshole to Tony, you know that he doesn't ever truly think less of the man. Like, he /knows/ Tony and they have a complex relationship.

Not that any of that matter because they did beat him up at the end. Which also, yeah, I get, he was saving Bucky's life but like fucking hell that's the most painful scene in any MCU movie. I've only watched it once and that was in theatres. I've even seen Tony's death scene twice. But not that scene.

Ughhhh he just went through so much fucking pain. Pepper and he were on a break. He had to patch up the world after Ultron. He was constantly feeling guilty about Ultron and being guilted by others. Then there's these people who he's never even spoken to who hate him simply because according to Captain America, he is wrong and a villain. His best friend gets paralysed. He sees his parents being murdered and realises that someone he considered a friend had known and not told him. He gets beaten up by the same guy that killed his parents and a former friend who had lied to him.

Anyway I just want Tony Stark to like not be so fucking sad and miserable all the time. Like fucking hell, give him ONE good thing for once. So sick of the Russos constantly just using him as a punching bag.