#i might write a fic lowkey

[peteypiessuperfamily]

Big big fan of SI employees being intimidated by Tony at first because wtf iron man is my boss but then a couple months into the job they see Tony in the same room as Steve and realize he's just a science nerd with a big dorky crush on Captain America there's nothing to fear he's just like us fr

[scorchedmazes]

ok but think about it,, minho ran three years in the maze.

meaning he had a first day of running. a first week. a first month. a first year.

so,, imagine:

he runs the inner sections first. then gradually, he runs the outer sections. mostly alone at first, until alby decides they need partners.

each day his legs becoming more tired. more sore.

he hides it. he hides the pains in his sides as he runs. he hides the pain that shoots up and down his legs from overuse. he hides the fact that his lungs feel like they could explode if he runs anymore.

he hides all of that bc he’s the fastest runner,, which eventually leads to him being named keeper.

none of the gladers know that he spends the rest of his day/night massaging his legs and stretching. none of them notice how his face twitches in pain when he sits down or stands up after sitting for too long. none of them see how hard it is for him to hide his pain not only physically but mentally as well.

[chungmyungenthusiast]

Banter

Notes I Pure fluff maybe + chung myung content ?!?! woah.. keep in mind that this is not edited and checked :3

Chung Myung will never let you live this down. No way. Especially when he, quite literally, had you pinned down. "Give up yet?" He asks, his tone teasing as he looks down at you with that shit-eating grin he knows you have a hate-love relationship with. God, you want to wipe that grin off his face so bad. "Love," You start, your tone seemingly pleading as you look up at him. The one and only Mount Hua's Divine Dragon, Chung Myung, swore he could explode at any given moment. And while that normally is a threat to the other disciples, it means something else now. Slowly but surely, you lean closer to him. You then pout, "Please.." A kiss, then you turn the tables on him. For a split second, he was caught off-guard with that kiss; you didn't waste any time switching your positions. How cute he looks when he's under you. "I'll kiss you, okay? So please, keep your voice down."

Notes II Chung Myung deserves all of the kisses and hugs in the world.

[beelsjuicytitties]

Somewhere Only We Know

solomon x gn!reader

warnings/tags: slight angst, emotional hurt/comfort, reverse comfort, established relationship, partial solomon backstory spoilers?

summary: You hadn't heard from Solomon in weeks, and you were worried. So you go out in search of him.

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AN: haha... its been a hot while since i posted my own writing here..... wrote this in like june when i was extra emo about solomon lol. title taken from Somewhere Only We Know by Keane. read on Ao3

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You were worried. You haven't been able to get into contact with Solomon for weeks. It wasn't exactly unusual for him to be somewhere he had no reception, but he'd always let you know beforehand. Everyone you had asked simply apologized, saying they had no clue where he was. And so, you decided to go and look for him yourself, remembering all the different places he's shown you, or told you about. You brought some provisions along, unsure of how long it would take to find the witty sorcerer you loved so dearly. 

  You spent most of a day checking around the devildom, teleporting from place to place without any signs that Solomon had been there recently. Settling down onto a large stump with a sigh, you pull out some of the food you had brought. All the teleporting was starting to wear at you, but you couldn't possibly stop now. It took only a few minutes to finish the food, the taste barely registering. You quickly packed up your things and stood. There was no time to rest, there was still the human world to search. You steeled yourself, before teleporting once again.

—

  Solomon wandered through a quiet field. The clear air helped to sooth his wrecked thoughts, but not enough. The sadness and grief he usually held at bay had overwhelmed him once more. In times like these, he tended to isolate. To run away and keep everything hidden from those around him. He hated this part of himself. The part of him that was a sad, lonely little boy. A boy that had lost anyone dear to him. A boy who curled up in the corner of the dark basement he lived in. His face was tense as he walked a game train through the tall grasses around him. The trail led him to a small ruin. A fallen tree that once stood proud and tall, next to a crumbling stone wall. He ran his hand along the once familiar stones, a deep melancholy gripping his heart. He sat gently on the fallen tree, and gazed up to the endless sky. Dusk had begun to settle in, the clouds painted in dark blues and saturated oranges. His tears were silent, slipping down his face and dropping onto his clothes.

—

The sky was growing dark as you finally felt traces of Solomon. Even without casting anything, his magic tended to seep out and stick to his surroundings. You followed the trail you were sure he had walked, steps quickening as you felt him more and more. Finally, after searching hell and back, literally, you see him. There's barely any light now, but you could never mistake his frame. You broke into a run, a sound of relief bursting from you. He looked towards you at the sound, surprised. He was less alert in this state, less aware of everything around him. The moment you reach him, your arms are around him, holding him tight to your body as you fall to your knees in front of him. It took Solomon a moment to fully realize what was going on. He looked down at you, seeing the way you clung to him as though he was your lifeline. The way you pressed your face against his chest, quiet sobs shaking your shoulders. 

  "How.. How did you find me?" Solomon inwardly cringed at the way his voice wavered. 

  "I looked everywhere. Everywhere you've ever taken me, or told me about. I was so worried Sol, I was so, so worried." You pulled back, just enough to see his face. His eyes were red and puffy, tear stains evident on his cheeks. He looked like he hadn't slept the entire time he was gone. Knowing Solomon, it was entirely possible. You raised a shaky hand to his cheek, cradling his face softly as though he might break. "I couldn't get in contact with you, no one knew where you were, I thought.." You swallowed back your tears. "I thought something happened to you." 

  Solomon's eyes widened, how long had he been gone? Everything was one big blur as he tried to recall how many nights had passed. "You know nothing can happen to me, I've always survived any mess I get myself into." A defensive smile tried to make its way onto his face, but it looked more like a grimace. "I'm okay, you don't need to be so worried MC." 

  "Please Sol… Please don't lie to me." You raised up your torso, so you could press your forehead to his. "You're always there for me when I need you, let me return the favour." Solomon took a few shaky breaths, tears threatening to begin falling once more. He raised his arms to wrap around you, leaning against you. The two of you stay like this for a while, just holding each other and breathing. Your legs were straining to keep you up but you didn't even notice. All of you was completely focused on Solomon in this moment. Without realizing, you began to hum. A gentle, soothing tune that Solomon had hummed for you countless times when you were broken down. A soft, sad smile made its way onto his face. 

  "My mother used to hum that for me. During the cold dark nights, when I would cry, she'd come down and hold me. When I was a very young boy."  You cracked your eyes open, and looked at him through your eyelashes. 

  "Is it alright?" He gave an affirmative hum, and you continued the tune. Solomon shifted his head down, nuzzling into your shoulder. You leaned your head against his. You weren't too sure how much time had passed, before he pulled back. 

  "Why don't you come sit next to me?" His voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sure your knees would appreciate a rest." You nodded, finally noticing how stiff you had grown as you moved beside him. You laced your fingers with his, and leaned against him. "... I'm sorry. I never wanted to worry you so." He squeezed your hand. "Thank you.. For coming to find me." 

  "Always, I will always come find you Sol." The promise warmed Solomon, helping him return to himself. "I love you Sol, I love you more than words could ever say." You turned to look at him, your eyes so full of love and care. Solomon had no clue what he had done to deserve you. His adorable little apprentice, who could calm his heart without even trying. Who warmed the forgotten parts of himself, that had been stuffed away by the years and years of pain and sadness. Who took the hand of that little boy, and brought him out into the warm sunlight. 

  "And I love you too, my Dear. more than I've ever loved anything. More than anything I've ever felt." He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "I'll try to rely on you more, I promise. There are things I still can't bring myself to talk about, but I hope I can one day." A tired loving smile found its place on your face. 

  "I will wait as long as you need." This time, he pressed a kiss to your lips. It was such a tender kiss, so full of yours and his love. It was then that Solomon's stomach let out a growl. Come to think of it, he can't remember the last time he ate. He gave a sheepish laugh, worried he had somehow ruined the moment. "I brought some food, we could eat together?"

  "That would be wonderful, my Dear." You started pulling things from your bag, the meal was rather simple, prepared in a rush. Then you pulled out the soft blanket you had brought in case you had to sleep outside. You spread the blanket out in front of the tree and sat down. Leaning slightly against the tree behind your back, you pat the space next to you. Solomon sat down, pressing into your side as you passed him some food. You ate together in a comfortable silence, staring up into the starry sky. Solomon's hand found your own once more, the warmth welcome in the chilly night air. You stayed there til morning, pointing out constellations and talking. Solomon told you a bit more about his childhood, and you shared a bit of your own, before you both fell asleep against each other. 

[lucasthecoffeshopguy]

Voldemort as a Hogwarts teacher but he's as he was the night of his resurrection, with the scales that glitter and sharp fangs and long split tongue and pointed ears and red eyes with slitted pupils and everyone is fucking terrified of him (except the older years who are scared, yeah, but just grateful to have a decent teacher while they take their wizarding SATs and ACTs because holy shit voldemort is actually really good at teaching who knew).

The one person who is fully unafraid is Harry Potter, more curious about the situation than anything. He desperately wanted to know why his prophesied enemy would abandon his goals of killing him, why he would do something as mundane as teach at Hogwarts. Harry was, of course, grateful to at least have a decent teacher in his OWL year, but he was still so curious.

Valentine's day rolled around as always, just as terrible as always, but Voldemort is spared from such a unique evil. Nobody dares to piss off He-who-shall-not-be-named... well, everyone except for Harry, who anonymously sends voldemort a single pure white rhododendron cluster and a modest box of chocolates. There are about 2 dozen small bites in the small, dark and warm wooden box with slight red undertones, wrapped in a thick green velvet strip with gold lettering that spells "Voldemort". It is gorgeous. Everyone looks at the luxurious gifts on their teacher's desk and wonders how he will react when he arrives.

The answer is that he won't. When Voldemort enters the classroom from the hall he simply glides over to his desk as usual, pausing only for a moment as he sees the cluster of flowers and what was no doubt a box of chocolates, and vanishes the offerings with a single wave of his hand. For some reason the class of 7th years seems disappointed, they really were curious about the potential love life of such an intimidating man.

What they don't know is that Voldemort didn't vanish the chocolates and flowers into the abyss, but rather teleported them to his coffee table in his personal living quarters. What they don't see is Voldemort carefully examining the flowers, amused by the meaning of such delicate white petals.

They could be a threat, a subtle message that the chocolates are poisoned, the anonymous gifter eager to see if he will parse out the message and avoid whatever fate the possibly laced dessert would lead them to. The message could also be a more heartfelt one, the sender promising to give him everything they can, riches and gifts and protection. Or maybe the flower's meaning was not for him, but rather for the sender themself. Maybe they were simply nervous, and hoped that the flowers would help them reach out to Voldemort.

That's something that always irked him, the convoluted and non-standard victorian flower code. Now, however, it send a thrill down his spine. He has no idea what the flowers mean, what the intentions behind it were. There is no note to be found, not in the box of chocolates, not on his desk. The only way to find out what it means is to wait, and enjoy the gifts he has been sent.

And so, Voldemort enjoyed the chocolates, picking at them throughout the week. Hopefully this anonymous person would continue their efforts, Voldemort always loved a good puzzle.

[bonerot19]

I'm just screaming into the void here, but the problem with me as a writer, is that my ideas get more and more complex as time goes on. in an unhelpful way. let me explain.

seventeen going under is just Jason's POV, it's a simple story about a kid learning to let go and be loved.

sigh no more has multiple POVs, but they all still revolve around Jason and his problems/life so you get a more rounded perception of him as a character

someday has multiple POVs and multiple storylines and character arcs outside of Jason. like, he's still the main character, but also there are things happening that have nothing to do with him.

[n-agiz]

these make me think of toji and the amount of shirtless pics he would 100% take bc he is nothing but a SLUT

[shyshyscott]

the thought of someone eating me out from under my desk while I work sounds really, really hot, but also I would NOT be able to fucking focus on what I'm doing. I'd be in the middle of trying to type something and then my body would go all shaky and I wouldn't be able to stop myself from making a lot of noise. I genuinely think I'd probably be able to go for only maybe 5 minutes before I'm partially draped over my desk, moaning and whining while the person under my desk works to please me

[louwhose]

TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK

[pensiveabstraction]

sometimes all a boy needs to be happy is to sit on his bed at 11pm with his phone plugged into a portable charger, alternating between writing two different zukka fics on the google docs app while listening to weezer

[savoies]

rating things my boyfriend has said during sex - anthony beavillier.

summary: rating things tito has told you during sex.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: borderline smut, mentions of smut, bad words.

*it is smut so read at your own risk

a/n: part two of the rtmbsds series, hope you guys enjoy.

sidenote: I used google translate cause I wasn't about to ask my french speaking friends for help on this sjsjs.

(*credit to gif owner*)

something in french.

eyes did indeed roll back.

all I got was something about being mine.

dude knows that when he talks french ill drop on my knees right then and there.

fucking broke the rating scale.

110/10

You and Tito had just gotten back from hanging out with Mat. The whole time he couldn't keep his eyes off of you and well you noticed… and Mat noticed too. Saying that he had errands to run after only one hour of hanging out. Probably knowing that his best friend could take you right here in broad daylight if it wasn't for all the surrounding people.

Ok of course that was a bit of an exaggeration but he knew how his best friend was. So throughout the whole hour of hanging out and on the drive back to your guys apartment he couldn't keep his hand off of you. I mean he always did have his hand on your thigh as a sweet gesture but you could sense when it was something more, like right now.

So as soon as you stepped into your small New York apartment Tito rushingly took off his shoes and pulled you towards the bedroom.

Laying you on the bed admiring you he laid soft kisses on the corners of your lips and then trailed them down your neck. Soft moans and groans filling your bedroom. Both of you partaking in a bit of afternoon delight.

Unbuttoning his shirt and him placing his hands on the small of your back. Trying to pull you in as close as he could. The cold of his hands raising goosebumps on your skin.

"je suis si content que tu sois à moi." Tito spoke softly in your ear. God you had no idea what he had just said but you couldn't help but feel the feeling in between your legs at his words.

2. "I am one lucky guy."

made me feel things.

hehe, im soft now.

9/10.

You and Tito had just gotten back from celebrating the guys' win. Except the celebration was cut short due to someone not being able to keep their hands to themselves, no not Tito.

~~~

Here you stood at the bar waiting for your drinks when you felt someone approach you.

"Well hello pretty lady, you here on your own?" A dude around your age said, clearly very intoxicated.

"Sorry, not interested." You said as you grabbed your drinks and tried heading back to the table, where Tito was. Then the dude grabbed your wrist and as Tito kept an eye on you from afar this was where he knew he should intervene.

"Don't touch me." You said as you tried to loosen his grip.

"Aww come on sweetie." He said.

"Look man, she's not interested." Tito said as he grabbed the stranger's hand and pulled it off of you. "Want to get out of here babe?" He asked as he looked up at you, now completely ignoring the stranger. Both of you waving goodbye to your friends and heading home.

~~~

Upon arriving home you asked Tito to help you with the zipper of your dress. Him placing soft kisses on your neck, leaning back to give him more access. Soft moans being heard throughout your New York apartment. Him pulling you into him and pushing you slightly on the bed.

"You know, I am one lucky guy." Tito said as he continued to kiss you all over your body. "I'm so glad you're mine." He said as he ran his cold fingers over your body, causing goosebumps to rise, as he dragged them lower and lower, until he reached all the places you ached for his touch.

3. "I fucking love you."

sweet.

sexy.

made the moment better.

I want to marry this man.

8/10

Tito was trying to make dinner. It was his turn to cook for date night and now he was trying to prep dinner. Except that you sitting on the counter was more distracting than making dinner.

"Well don't you look so pretty sitting here." Tito said as he placed a kiss on your lips. You slightly pulling at his hair. Wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Well maybe we can do something about it." You told him in between a kiss, a smirk appearing on his face, knowing exactly what you meant. Him bringing you over to the couch and pulling off your panties, lifting up your dress to your waist, him pulling down his pants.

~~~

"I fucking love you." He mumbled into your neck as he kept thrusting into you. His hands on your hips. (bruises were definitely going to be evident the next day) You moaning his name into his ear as he picked up the pace, filling you up.

4. "Oh shit did I hurt you."

12/10

checking if I was alright.

unwell.

makes me feel ajdjfjcjcjsk all over.

Tito and the New York Islanders had lost. They could have easily one but didn't. So now here he was being a little bit rough with everything. Throwing his bag down and heading to the bedroom, you giving him a few minutes before you joined him.

"Hey baby. Want to talk about it or want to forget about it." You asked. It was something you always did. If he wanted to talk about it you sat next to him and let him talk about whatever he wanted but if he wanted to forget about it it usually resulted with making out and then him inside of you.

"Forget about it." He said as he placed a kiss on your lips, him taking off his shirt.

~~~

Him entering you and you soon readjusting being used to his size. Him going a bit faster than usual you trying to get used to the pace. Your eyes sort of watering as he filled you up all the way going faster and faster.

Both of you finishing soon after. "Shit did I hurt you?" He asked as he pulled out.

"No no I'm fine, you just went a bit faster than usual." You said.

"I'm sorry baby." He said as he placed a soft kiss on your lips, grabbing a cloth to clean you.

5. "god you're so pretty."

11/10

made me feel all warm and fuzzy.

once again I'd like to marry this man.

no you're so pretty.

You and Tito were at some hockey association gala for the Islanders. And honestly being in stuffy clothes surrounded by a bunch of people you didn't know wasn't your ideal Saturday night. Mat and his girlfriend sitting next to you guys busying themselves with small talk.

"Do you want to get out of here?" He asked you as he placed a hand on your thigh.

"And where would we go?" You said as you let out a laugh. It's not really like you guys could leave and anyone wouldn't notice.

"I have an idea." He said as he grabbed your hand and pulled you through the banquet hall. Him then pulling you into the bathroom.

"Oh so we're about to hook up in the banquet hall bathroom." You said as you looked over at your boyfriend.

"It's not like it's the first time we've done it." He said as he smiled and placed a kiss on your lips.

"Ok, lock the door." You said as you hopped on the counter.

"Where's the fun in that?" Tito looked at you with a smirk on his face, you giving him a look. "Fine, fine I'll lock it."

"god you're so pretty." He said as he placed soft kisses on your neck.

"Come here. We have at least ten minutes before someone realizes we're gone." You said as you unbuckled his belt, and you lifting your dress.

"We don't need these anymore huh." Tito said as he removed your panties and threw them behind him.

Him slowly entering you, making you let out a moan. Someone trying to open the door, as Tito picked up the pace. Kissing you so your moans wouldn't be as loud.

~~~

Both of you coming out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later trying to fix your hair and dress and Tito tried to fix his tie.

"Where were you guys?" Mat asked as you guys approached the table.

"Bathroom." Tito said.

"I was outside getting some fresh air." You replied back. Mat just looking at you guys not really believing you. You and Tito just smiling at each other knowing what you guys were actually did fifteen minutes ago.

.☆☆☆.

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[woulddieforloki]

au where a few days before coronation Loki's getting ready to do a sneaky sneaky and let the Frost Giants into Asgard. a servant comes and tells him that Heimdall wants to see him, and Loki's like 😅 because there's no possible way Heimdall can know what he's planning, right?

so Loki gets there and he's like "what 😑" (except probably not like that because he's a prince and also the epitome of don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious right now, but he really doesn't want to be here so if Heimdall could just hurry up and yell at him for something and then let him leave, that would be great :/)

Heimdall goes, "Thor's coronation is this week," to which Loki replies, "no shit, Heimdall" (no he doesn't but he wants to). and then Heimdall asks, "how are you feeling?" and Loki just looks at him like ????? because what the fuck does that mean? but Heimdall keeps waiting for an answer, so finally, Loki just says, "fine?" and tbh it's more of a question than an answer and at this point he's very confused

and then Heimdall goes, "this is a big change for you," and Loki's like "uhhhh not really? are you sure you're not looking for Thor? he's the new king, not me." and Heimdall goes, "this is a big change for you both, but Thor has support around every corner. you haven't had that. I know you understand that things are going to change when Thor becomes our new king. will you be okay?"

and nobody's actually asked him that before. Frigga's tried to make him feel included or tried to give him a little extra attention of late, but she's never tried to talk to him about it. nobody's told him before that he's allowed to have him own feelings and his own reservations about this. nobody's told him that he's allowed to be upset. certainly, nobody's asked him to talk about it.

now, Loki's never really called Heimdall a friend. he's a state-sanctioned nannie at best. but the fact that he thought to ask Loki how he's holding up when nobody else even seemed to notice how hard this has been for him? how lost and lonely he's felt as he watches his brother move up in the world and leave him in the dust? it genuinely might be the most thoughtful thing anyone's done for him in years.

so maybe he breaks down a little bit. maybe he sheds some tears and maybe he says something things so brutally honest, he never would have dreamed of admitting them otherwise. and maybe he'll look back on this for the rest of his life and cringe because he really hates to be this vulnerable, especially to Heimdall of all people. in the moment, it's the most cathartic thing he could ask for.

the coronation comes and goes, and he never does end up letting those frost giants into Asgard.

[haeryna]

Omg your geto and gojo fanfic…chef kiss. But idk if it’s bc of the way I am but like it’d be very interesting like they both go back and when mc sees them they’re like angry and like doesn’t want to know about them so gojo and gets have to work really hard to gain their trust and like love for them ig

Like mc origin villain story mode 🤣

You’re so talented thank you for your time 🫡

AWWW THANK YOU !! i'm so happy you like it <3 i personally love the groveling trope, and gojo and geto are definitely going to realize that they seriously messed up lol. thank you for supporting me, anon!

[thespacelizard]

i had a thought for a really mean viz fic last night and it's just such a punching-bag thing to do but also it would be really fun to write

it's like a very mean drow version of the peach-dream ballroom hallucination from labyrinth

i want to dig into some of his dysphoria some more. for reasons. and i've had in my head a lil 'prom' fic for a while but it was like: 'pharaun would never dance with him not in real life.'

'...you know where that would happen? in a drow-roofie dream that's where'

bc other students def bully Viz. he's a freak and a weirdo and he dresses like one of their teachers. of course they do. and spiking his wine at some sort of Sorcere/Arach-Tinilith Mixer Ball, then leaving him outside Pharaun's classroom in a dress for humiliation purposes is a thing that might conceivably happen

[wikiangela]

Day 28 - April 9th, 2023 from 'for a holiday' - buddie fake dating fic

Buck is his home, his safe place, and the source of so much happiness he feels like he could explode – and he hopes, or, well, knows he’s the same for Buck.

[chryblossomjjk]

I haven’t read the weekend yet, but I’m definitely excited to read it. I saw one of you post and I agreed I feel like fanfics are phasing out here on tumblr because of the boys are enlisting. Like there were so many good writers that are no longer on here anymore. So many stories disappeared along with them that I would love to read again. You guys made this place fun and it’s a comfort zone. I’m scared and sad that once all the boys are gone, you guys would leave this place too. I just want to let you know that you guys are so talented, down to earth, easy to talk to, and make this place a comfort zone for us. I know this isn’t their page but thank you to @mercurygguk @kpopfanfictrash and of course you @chryblossomjjk

omg hi friend! i totally get what you mean! there’s such a sense of community on here that when people leave it genuinely feels like you’ve lost a friend! even if it’s someone you don’t interact with much like you just get used to their presence and when they’re not here it just feels… weird and sad.

and thank you so much! you guys have made this place so fun and enjoyable for me aswell. i adore this community fr!