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gayashawol · 1 month

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𝕎𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕡𝕒𝕕 ♡ 𝔸𝕆𝟛 ♡ 𝕃𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕁𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝

♡ 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠 ♡

name: jonghyun's bae-

age: guess (clue: i'm at least +18)

gender: male/non binary (he/they)

sex: (will reveal at 100 followers)

sexuality: i'm attracted to jonghyun and jongmi-

currently at: london, uk (it's boring here ngl)

country: oyo eza liseki? (🇨🇩)

bias: big tiddy jonghyun

𝙸’𝚖 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝚎𝚎 (𝙺-𝙿𝚘𝚙) 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔! 𝙸 𝚌��𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠!

♡ 𝔹𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 ♡

As you may be able to tell, this is a K-Pop blog. I make fanfics for a K-Pop group named “SHINee.” I write for all 5 members. The reason why I classify that is because since one of the members has passed away (Jonghyun), some writers may feel uncomfortable or cannot make fanfics of him. However, I am the complete polar opposite. In fact, it helps me deal with the bad emotions involving his death. However, I still have boundaries on what type of stories I could make with him. While I’m perfectly fine creating fluff and smut, angst is something I’m a bit iffy about. I’ll share a little more down below.

(Hey, this is taken from my “5HINee one shots (Active)” book but it still applies here.)

Fanfics that are allowed:

Crack/Humour

Fluff

Smut (I am perfectly fine making smut for anyone that are at least 21 (born on 2002 and earlier) and older. There might be some fandoms I don’t mind writing for all members/characters, but won’t be writing any smut for anyone that are/are meant to be 21 and under. For example, I am totally fine make Jungwon (ENHYPEN) fluff, but don’t feel comfortable making smut involving him.)

Angst (It depends what it is, but let me know and I’ll tell you if it’s alright or not!)

Sick

Crossovers (I don't mind them, as long as they aren't intended to be paedophilic such as Key (SHINee) and Winter (aespa) or whatever)

Stuff I won't write:

Gore (It's a hit or miss, but don't even try it)

Scat, vomit, that kind of stuff. (I can do pee or farts tho! I would happily write a fanfic about Minho's smelly farts! — fyi: this is an inside joke within the fandom)

An actual rape scene (I don't feel like I reached that level to write such thing.)

Nothing involving or suggests Dec 18th[/Jonghyun’s passing] (This also applies to other K-Pop idols such as Moonbin, Sulli, etc)

Just to let you know, I am open to any and all fandoms! If I don’t know a fandom I’ll be willing to take the time to do my homework and learn about it! I love making my people happy!

If you guys have any questions! Let me know!

♡ 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥 ♡

jjong sees a bbc for the first time (jonghyun x black m reader) (Jonghyun x Reader) (SHINee) (smut)

My attempt at making a jonghyun x black reader birthday sex imagine lol (Jonghyun x Reader) (SHINee) (smut)

jonghyun takes a massive shit (SHINee) (crack)

“POV: You accidentally took the weed with viagra and your 1 foot (12 inches) cock won’t go down” (Jonghyun x Reader) (SHINee) (crack + smut)

jjong gets the wrong footlong (Jonghyun x Reader) (SHINee) (crack + smut)

𝕚𝕕𝕜 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 (Niko x AJ) (Beta Squad) (smut)

𝕊𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕕 (Jonghyun x Reader) (SHINee) (smut + fluff + angst)

shinee having sex with a bbc for the first time ✨💎 imagine 💎✨ (SHINee x Male Reader) (SHINee) (smut)

(parings/ships)* (fandom/s)** (genre/s)***

♡ 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕖𝕓𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕤 ♡

another weird stray kids short stories ❤️ / Weird A$$ Stray Kids Short Stories (with deleted stories/scenes) (K-Pop, Stray Kids)

Wattpad | AO3

SM Nation: FanFics Shorts (K-Pop, SHINee, NCT, TVXQ, Girls Generation (SNSD), Red Velvet, Aespa)

Wattpad | AO3

HYBE LABELS: Short Stories! (K-Pop, BTS, TOMORROW X TOGETHER (TXT), ENHYPEN, Newjeans, LESSERAFIRM, SEVENTEEN)

Wattpad | AO3

5HINee one shots (Active) (K-Pop, SHINee)

Wattpad (EXCLUSIVE) | AO3

me and my stupid kpop x black lover book because why tf not (K-Pop)

Wattpad (EXCLUSIVE) | AO3

(fandom/s)*

♡ 𝕌𝕡𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 ♡

LaLune’s Secret (Jonghyun x OC — SHINee)

Wattpad | AO3 (No official release date)

Indigo/Tell me everything (Jonghyun x OC — SHINee)

Wattpad | AO3 (EXCLUSIVE) (No official release date)

a girl named layla (Jonghyun x OC — SHINee)

Wattpad | AO3 (No official release date)

(pairings/ships)* (fandom/s)**

dividers by @cafekitsune

#gayashawol #pinned intro #blog intro #idk but it’s the intro #kpop #shinee #seventeen #nct #txt #tomorrow x together #tvxq #dbsk #f(x)#red velvet #girls generation #snsd

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fuckyeahdindjarin · 10 months

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Hello lovely, congratulations on the milestone!!

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Hi Emma, thank you so much for playing!

💎 Hidden gem: Jules' @julesonrecord masterlist is tasty AF. Shots is one of the best interpretations of Jack that I've read in the fandom, and she captures Eza literally perfectly in the oneshot Fairy Gold. I hope you enjoy digging into her goodies!

If you have a hidden gem rec, please do share as well 🥰

Fuck Yeah 3k Reverse Sleepover

#fuckyeah3ksleepover #fic rec

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novictr · 1 year

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𝙸𝚃 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝚂 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙿𝚄𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙾𝙶𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝚂 𝙸𝚃 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙵𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙰𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃.

❛ 𝙽𝙾𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝚁 : a study in the loss of identity, fighting for the sense of freedom you crave, and of doing anything, no matter how much it destroys you, for the people that you love.

an independent, private & highly selective portrayal of FINNICK ODAIR of the hunger games franchise. mixed media between book and movies, often overwritten by my own headcanons and personal interpretation. rebirthed by eza, they/them, 20+.

ALSO FOUND: @fateviled, @biblade.

memes. rules under the cut.

i work full time and prioritize personal life over my writing. for this reason, this blog will be very low activity and mostly run on queue. i will also only be interacting with mutuals. if you're interested in interacting, or follow me, please have at least a basic about/rules page for me to look over. because of the content and the themes of this blog, i will only be interacting with those who are 20+, so if i don't see an age on your blog i will not be following back.

do not follow if you are primarily a HARRY POTTER or GAME OF THRONES blog. i have exceptions for this, but both franchises make me extremely uncomfortable. i also refuse to interact ㅤ ㅤblogs that write genderbent or whitewashed muses, nazi's, or anything of the sort.

shipping is based on chemistry and dynamics. i prefer to write it after we've discussed it a bit. if you see the potential in relationship between our muses, please talk to me about it. i live for that stuff. while i am of age, smut will rarely occur.ㅤ

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songwrit · 1 year

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𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙸𝙳 𝚆𝙴 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴? 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙾 𝚆𝙴 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝙾𝚄𝚃?

a private, low activity & highly selective blog for billy dunne of daisy jones and the six. primarily book based with some show influence, and my own personal headcanons. composed by eza, 25, they/them.

ALSO FOUND: @fateviled, @biblade.

memes. rules under the cut.

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sellatease · 10 months

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nakasomethingkun · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ใครคืออองชองเต | Enchanté (TV 2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Akk/Theo (Enchanté TV 2022) Characters: Akk (Enchanté TV 2022), Theo (Enchanté TV 2022), Original Characters, Im (Enchanté TV 2022) Additional Tags: Crack, Fluff, Pining, Theo is a heartbreaker and Akk suffers but in a funny way Summary:

“Please have these!” a girl says, bowing at a perfect 90-degree angle as she offers Theo some flowers. Akk is pretty sure that he’s seen her around campus before, stealing unsubtle glimpses of Theo.

Theo blinks. “Um, okay?”

Tentatively, he curls his fingers around the stem.

The girl raises her head. Her eyes are practically shooting out stars. “I hope you have a beautiful day. Please continue to exist.”

“I’ll… try my best.”

(or: in which Akk discovers that Theo is Too Beautiful for this world)

#enchante #enchanté #enchanté the series #akktheo #here it is folks #the dumbest but most fun thing i've written in a while #hope you like this!#eza writes

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mistrstank · 5 years

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I have an idea for an Ironhusbands prompt. There's all these stories about Tony having nightmares and Rhodey comforting him, but what if it was reversed. What if Rhodey has nightmares about not being able to find Tony in IM1, or Tony dying when his house was destroyed in IM3, or something that happened in any of the other Avengers movies or Civil war. And Tony comforts him.

OKAY! Now that I have crawled my way out from under Open Hearts, Open Doors let’s do this! *rubs hands together*

First of all, I’m so excited someone sent me a prompt you have no idea. *vibrates excitedly*

Second of all, iron husbands!

Read it on Ao3 or below!

It happens for the first time just after Afghanistan. Tony is awake and has been for longer than he cares to count (JARVIS, the little bitch, is quick to remind him), buried in the workshop pulling together the fragments of an idea.

“Sir, Lieutenant Rhodes is on the phone.” JARVIS intones and Tony blinks owlishly around the workshop, waiting for the haze of numbers and formulas to settle.

“What? Oh, put him through.” He waves a distracted hand and pushes away from the workbench, rolling idly across the workshop on his stool.

“ T-Tony?” Rhodey’s voice echoes around the workshop, and he sounds wrong.

“ Sugarbear, what’s wrong? Are you hurt? Please don’t tell me you’re in some military hospital somewhere being poked by second rate medical monkeys.” Tony knows his tone is all wrong; too sharp by far, but his heart is pounding so hard he swears he can feel it hitting the arc reactor casing.

“ Where are you?” Rhodey doesn’t sound like he even heard the off colour joke, and if that isn’t an indicator, Tony isn’t a billionaire.

“Honeyblossom, puddin’ pop, where I always am! Working away in my little ca- uh, house of wonders! I’m more concerned about where you are?”

“M’apartment? I was dreaming. You were gone and I couldn’t find you and I just wanted to. I just wanted to call.” Rhodey’s voice steadies a little, but he still sounds sad and shocky and wrong. Tony can’t remember ever having heard Rhodey sound like this and it’s both extremely gratifying and utterly terrifying. Tony would never like to repeat this experience, thank you.

“Well hey!” He says, falsely bright. “Why don’t you help me out with an issue I’ve been having with the Roadster’s engine. I had this idea, see...”

There’s a shuffling on the other end of the phone, what Tony assumes is Rhodey settling back into bed, but Tony doesn’t pause in his rambling.

It takes about an hour, but eventually the only sound from the phone is quiet snoring, and Tony hangs up with a smile.

~x~

After the Palladium incident, Tony takes to wearing v neck or unbuttoned shirts whenever Rhodey’s around and they both try to ignore the way Rhodey’s eyes seem continually drawn to the reactor. Once, Rhodey even traces a hand from Tony’s neck downwards, following the skin that once wore the marks of Palladium poisoning.

“ Please, Tony.” Rhodey whispers and his eyes are wet. Tony pretends not to know what he’s asking for, but they both know.

He wants to promise he won’t leave Rhodey behind, won’t go somewhere his best friend can’t follow.

He knows it for the lie it is, though.

~x~

After New York, Rhodey calls him every night for a week. The first time he tells Tony in hitching gasps about seeing the Iron Man armour disappearing into a hole in the sky; after that sends Tony very promptly into a panic attack, they don’t talk about it.

They just talk to each other, clinging to the soft sounds of life through a phone line.

~x~

Rhodey gets the phone call to say Tony’s been killed in a terrorist attack, though Tony doesn’t find out until later. He’s drifting aimlessly around the penthouse of Avengers Tower, trying not to remember the expression on Maya’s face right before she died, or the way Pepper screamed as she fell. They’re on a ‘break’, now, and Tony can’t blame her.

He’s a piping hot mess, he knows he is, but everything is so fucked up now he wouldn’t even know where to start fixing it.

The elevator door slides open behind him and Rhodey strides in, looking pale and tense. Tony blinks and opens his mouth to say something pithy, but the words die unspoken as Rhodey crashes into him. Tony stands for a moment in stunned surprise as Rhodey presses his face into the side of Tony’s neck, hard arms wrapped tightly around Tony’s waist. His shirt pulls uncomfortably at the back, where Rhodey has it twisted up in a desperate grip.

“Hey, Sugarplum, the bed in your apartment not cutting it? I can sympathise.” He tries, treading carefully because Rhodey looks like he’s about to lose it and Tony doesn’t know what to do. He kind of wants to panic, but then he figures: what would Rhodey do if it was Tony?

At a loss, Tony slides his arms around Rhodey’s back and clutches just as hard. Rhodey’s grip loses a little of it’s desperation, turns a little less into clinging and a little more like an embrace. Tony shuffles them gently over to the couch, but Rhodey fights him when he tries to get them sitting. Instead Rhodey sits and yanks at Tony until he’s practically in Rhodey’s lap. On his best day Tony wouldn’t deny this position hasn’t featured in some of his very, very, very private fantasies, but that doesn’t seem to be the mood Rhodey’s going for…

Rhodey shifts a little and rests his head against Tony’s chest just to the side of the reactor, arms now loosely wrapped around Tony’s waist, and he gets it.

“I just, I need a minute Tones, I’m sorry. I can’t sleep.”

Tony thinks of telling Pepper he couldn’t sleep for fear of not being able to protect the most important person in his life, and wonders.

~x~

After Ultron, Tony is...Fragile, in a way he can barely admit to himself, let alone anyone else. It’s like Afghanistan all over again, only this time he can’t fix it. He nearly destroyed the world, killed countless people, again. He finds himself pacing around the tower, stepping around broken glass and the remnants of everything.

He’s alone, again, and he doesn’t know why he’s surprised; isn’t this always how his life turns out?

He doesn’t even notice when Rhodey arrives, at first. He’s too busy staring at the broken lines of code that was JARVIS. Now it’s just the echoes left behind, after Ultron’s attack and Vision’s creation. His, well his son is gone and it’s Tony’s fault. He remembers reading, somewhere, that no parent should have to outlive their child.

But Tony’s not just outliving JARVIS, he killed him.

“Tones,” The voice is soft enough it somehow doesn’t startle him, his subconscious registering Rhodey’s presence without him realising it. Tony doesn’t turn but he angles his head a little, an acknowledgement that he knows Rhodey’s there.

Seconds later and arms slide around him, warm and familiar. He’s tugged backwards against Rhodey’s chest, warm flesh and a steady heartbeat to anchor himself to. Rhodey chafes his arms gently, his hands big and so warm, a bony chin coming to rest on Tony’s shoulder.

For the first time in his life, Tony finds he has nothing to say.

~x~

Standing in a hospital waiting room, Tony can’t help but feel bitterly resigned to the fact that somewhere, someone is laughing at his expense. At this point, he figures he has to believe in a higher power, because how else could everything he do so consistently turn to shit. The Avengers have fallen apart, with over half of them arrested, two missing and the remainder not talking to him. But that’s not the worst, because of course it isn’t. The worst is Rhodey, who’d clung to his hand and stared up at him with eyes blown wide in fear.

Who’d whispered ‘Tony, I can’t feel my legs’ as hospital staff surrounded the gurney and started tugging him away.

God, Rhodey couldn’t feel his legs. Tony’s struck by the simultaneous urge to scream and cry; fucking Steve Rogers and his righteous crusade.

“Mr Stark?” Tony turns immediately to face a smiling nurse, standing poised in the doorway. “He’s asking for you.”

He almost trips in his hurry to cross the waiting room, but the nurse only smiles sympathetically and turns back down the hallway. It seems an interminably long walk, with Tony just barely keeping the pile of questions stoppered behind his teeth. Eventually, he’s shown into a hospital room, the huge window looking out onto a small garden. He barely gives the view a glance, his attention immediately arrested by Rhodey.

Rhodey, lying flat in the bed and paler than Tony has ever seen him. Tony crosses the room and sits on the edge, leaning down. Almost simultaneously they embrace, clinging tight to one another. Rhodey presses his face into the space between Tony’s shoulder and neck, and through their embrace Tony can feel the way Rhodey trembles.

“Spinal injury; they said I’m paralyzed, Tony.” Rhodey murmurs, just loud enough for Tony to hear. The words take a moment to sink in and when they do it feels like Tony’s world cracks in half.

His Rhodey is paralyzed.

“Oh God,” Tony whispers, before he can bite the words back. Rhodey nods against his neck and Tony pretends he can’t feel the wetness against his skin. “We’ll fix it, boo-bear.”

“You can’t build your way out of this, Tones.” The words are harsh and grating; Tony expects Rhodey to be angry, to hate him. But there’s no accusation in Rhodey’s voice, just a quiet kind of despair that breaks Tony’s heart. “I’m useless, now.”

“ Watch me. ” Tony whispers fiercely. “Rhodey, I don’t care if you can’t walk, you are not useless. Ever. I’ll always need you, but if you need it, then I will fix this, do you understand me?” Tony leans upright to put some distance between them and forces their eyes to meet. Rhodey’s are wet with the threat of tears, but Tony couldn’t care less. “I’ll build you a whole new fucking spine if I have to, you got me?”

Rhodey laughs wetly, tips his forehead against Tony’s. “Yeah, man, I get you.”

They curl together in Rhodey’s hospital bed, huddling for comfort like they haven’t since they were in college. Rhodey is warm against Tony’s side and pressed this close, Tony can feel the reassuring beat of his heart.

“Any word on Cap and Barnes?” Rhodey asks after a short silence. Tony hums quietly and drums his fingers against the place the reactor used to sit.

“Not as such, no. I think they might have been telling the truth about the UN bombing, though. Looks like Barnes was set up.”

“You goin’ after them?” Rhodey lifts his head and turns a little to catch Tony’s eye. Tony chews his lip in silence for a moment, and then shakes his head.

“No, I’m not leaving you.” He decides, eventually. “Someone else can deal with the mess, for once.”

Rhodey doesn’t say anything for some time, staring at Tony in silence long enough for Tony to start fidgeting. “You should go. He’s your friend, too.”

“Rhodey, you-”

“I’m fine.” Rhodey interrupts firmly and Tony knows the stubborn glint in his eye. “I hate this, and I hate I can’t go with you to watch your back, but it’s the world, man.”

“It’s always the world,” Tony huffs bitterly. “You’d think it would stay saved for five minutes.” He pushes slowly, reluctantly to his feet and hates everything about his life in that moment. Rhodey nods at him and flashes a wobbly smile, though it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Tony, wait!” Rhodey calls just as Tony reaches the door. Tony stops and turns to the sight of Rhodey reaching a desperate hand in his direction. He crosses back to Rhodey immediately, catching his hand and squeezing it warmly. “I’ll be honest, I’ve got a real bad feelin’ about all this, and it feels like every time I’m not lookin’ you’re almost dyin’. So, I’m gonna say it because I feel like I’m gonna lose my chance.”

“Honeypie, you’re not making a whole lot of sense, here. Say what?”

Rhodey tugs on his hand, and keeps tugging until Tony leans down to meet him. The other hand comes up behind Tony’s neck, and a moment later they’re...They’re kissing.

Tony’s brain screeches to a very abrupt halt and then starts racing. Rhodey is kissing him.

Rhodey is kissing him.

Rhodey’s lips are warm and soft, coaxing a response rather than demanding one. Tony groans lowly in the back of his throat and presses into the contact, his free hand cupping over Rhodey’s shoulder. The kiss seems to go on forever and at the same time, it’s over too quickly. They spend a few precious seconds hovering close, breath warm in the scant space between them.

“When you get back, we’re gonna talk about this.” Rhodey states.

“Uh huh.” Tony mumbles, only half paying attention to the words.

“Go save Captain America, hero.” Rhodey’s smiling, now; the first real smile Tony’s seen yet.

Tony goes, reluctantly.

Later, lying alone in a Siberian bunker, he’ll wish he’d paid more attention to Rhodey’s ‘bad feeling’. He’ll think of that moment in a well lit hospital room, with Rhodey’s lips on his, and wish he’d stayed.

~x~

Floating through space in a crumbling spaceship isn’t really how Tony pictured himself going, but considering the number of near death experiences he’s managed to acquire in the past few years…

Well, he supposes it isn’t the worst way to go. Nebula hasn’t given up; she’s still desperately trying to patch up the ship, but it feels like for everything they fix, something else breaks. Tony wants to help, but everything feels a little fuzzy. He knows it’s the dehydration and the starvation combined, knows it’s slowing his thoughts. He can’t remember the last time he slept.

He misses Rhodey.

He wonders if Rhodey’s even still alive; half the universe is gone, now, thanks to Thanos. Statistically, the odds that Rhodey’s alive aren’t...Well, they aren’t great.

He stares blankly at the Iron Man helmet in his hands. The eye slits are glowing a faint blue. He thinks he might have been recording a final message.

He doesn’t remember what he was saying.

“‘M tired, Rhodey.” He mumbles, blinking sluggishly. “Jus’ wanna rest.”

He blinks again, and realises he’s staring at the roof of the ship. When did he lie down? He doesn’t remember doing that, but now that he’s stretched out, it feels so nice. Maybe he could just take a little nap, and when he woke up he could help Nebula.

The ship feels like it’s rocking and the motion is oddly soothing. Tony’s eyes slip slowly closed, his brain distantly registering the tortured shriek of metal without worrying over the significance.

He drifts, for a while; floating in a haze, feeling nothing but the cool metal beneath him. The hunger and thirst fades to the back of his mind. The next thing he becomes aware of is blazing warmth on either side of his face. Tony’s eyes snap open and he finds himself staring up at Rhodey.

He knows the smile that stretches across his face probably looks ridiculous. “‘M hallucinating.” He tells dream Rhodey, who frowns down at him. “Glad s’you.”

Rhodey’s eyes are bright and it takes Tony’s sluggish brain far too long to realise they’re wet with tears. Even then, he only realises because one drops on his face. The splash of wet to his cheek jolts him, and Tony belatedly realises Rhodey is here.

“I got ya, Tones. I got ya.” Rhodey is whispering as he hauls Tony upright. Tony presses into the contact, finds himself folded into a familiar embrace. The lips that press urgently against his own isn’t as familiar, but it’s so welcome. “God, I love you.” Rhodey near sobs and Tony clings with what little strength he has.

Half the rest of the universe might be gone, and somewhere inside that still hurts more than Tony can process. But for right now? The most important part of his universe is here.

#eza answers #eza writes #tony stark #rhodey rhodes #ironhusbands #i love my boys #i'm crying #over tony stark #what's new

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livingprophecy · 2 years

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the way i’m talking to anyone and everyone about halo and trying to convince multiple people to watch the games’ cutscenes & write characters

#sb write locke. sb write someone off blue team.#sb write LASKY #me already having had flora add cortana for me #and i'm in eza's dms rn KLNASDG;LAKNSDLGNAG #TRYING TO GET CHIEF'S GAY DAD JOHNSON #i'm literally. so hyperfixated. the lore of these games & books is #so fucking GOOD #&. 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 ) i begin to realize my only enemy is me.

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sanktasolntse-a · 3 years

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where’s my callout post

#if ur writing one u can add ‘murdered eza’ to it bc i’m about to #01. ↣『 ooc 』

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affogonellamarmellata · 3 years

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#writing this here because i have to get it out of my system but i kinda have a small EZA following on twitter and im ashamed but #kyle bosman? i don't think this crush is ever ever going to fade away #50% of the time i want to punch him in the face with my fist and the other 50% i want to punch him in his mouth with my mouth #pretty sure this is my longest crush on a man and at this point i just have to accept this

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novictr · 1 year

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You writing finnick is in fact everything tbh 🥺 ily eza!!

sasha ily so much but you are NOT allowed to make me cry so soon on this blog

#mobile tbt.

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jsteneil · 5 years

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nakasomethingkun replied to your post “i just finished the first third of my big bang fic!”

pls share some of your magic with the rest of us mortals

because at this rate summer is gonna come and go without me ever finishing any of my wip

“a third of my fic” sounds impressive but really it’s just 6k lol

don’t stress too much, you did fine last time! maybe make it shorter? you’ll manage it, i know <3

#nakasomethingkun #answered #you know if you write 300 words a day you can be done in a little under two months #!!#so 15k is really not that much when you think about it #also eza what are you writing #do you need someone to talk to about it

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harlowhockeystick · 2 years

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Oooh there’s potential in the singer!reader au for them to get caught by paps in a comprising position (kinda like Timothee C and Iza/Eza I don’t know how to spell her name sorry) in a pool or on holiday, just heavy PDA or something and maybe it happens over Christmas break and when Willy gets back to hockey practice they’re all chirping him like ‘so when you said you were doing nothing over Christmas you really meant you were having sex in Mexico with a Grammy winner’

And he’s all ‘I have no idea what you are on about’ because maybe their angst comes from her taking forever to publicly confirm it due to the label being dicks

PLS OMFG

she didn't think anything of it, at the time. what kind of sicko follows a couple all the way to a private villa, into a somewhat remote location in mexico during the holiday season. but that of course, it what some people make their livelihood on. following the most trending celebs at the moment into the most obscure places, trying anything and everything to get that million dollar photo- no matter how scandalous it may be. but honestly, she thought they would be safe. she even let her bodyguards bring their families along to mexico with them, paying for the entire trip with everything included. but the got the villa for just her and william. not for the guy with the camera two hundred feet away. as she scrolls on her phone, she starts to get a million and one text messages, notifications, emails. everything. the photo leaked. the photo of her and william in a hot tub together...she remembers that exact moment pretty well actually. she remembers the way his hands felt on her underneath the warm water, how his lips felt on her neck, and how easily her swim bottoms slipped to the side for him. but now that special, sacred moment that was shared between just the two of them, was now being seen by everyone who had access to media. anyone who cared enough. anyone who was a fan of her. and that...well that was a lot of people. at first she feels anger run through her veins, anger towards the pap who took the photo. then she feels fear, fear that now the relationship she wanted to keep private as much as she could was out in the world. then she felt sick. sick to the stomach by the fact that her worst fear came true. and then...then william called. but he wasn't angry, he wasn't sad. he asked if she was okay. he could care less what anyone else thinks about his relationship, but he doesn't have the fame that y/n does. he doesn't have the expectations that y/n does. william is famous for skating up and down a hockey rink, shooting a little puck around, and doing the best he can at it. y/n is famous for singing songs, wearing the most expensive brands on the red carpet, writing love songs that win awards, and being set on the worlds pedestal. two different types of fame. she said she was okay, but that she was sorry this was even happening to him. y/n just poured it out to him on the phone. her fears, her anger, her sadness. all of it. she didn't want this to happen. she wanted to keep him private, keep him to herself. she liked the secrecy, she liked the riskiness to it all even when it came down to the wire. though she posted about him every once in a while (and even then it wasn't his face, just a picture of them holding hands, or her legs rested on his lap) she still kept it to herself. only letting people know what was going on through her songs. then...then the next time william was in the locker room, he knew what he was about to be asked. he wanted to not only protect his dignity, but also that of his girlfriend's. "fucking a grammy winner now?" "thought you were with family, not a super star willy." "didn't know you liked her music that much?" is what he was heckled by. he didn't respond, but only when someone said "so when you said you were with family, you were actually hooking up with a grammy winner?" he had to bite back. and that he did. "watch your tone- it's not like that. like you'd care, though. she's more than that to me, and that's all you need to know."

#my asks #singer!reader #william nylander #nhl blurb #j's hc #j's writing #< might as well be

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cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc · 3 years

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Cr0w Cr0w!! Good morning!! I don't know if you saw Mar's (@/marlikesmuffins) post telling her followers about me, but if you didn't... Hi! You can call me Zero or Eza!! It's nice to finally talk to you!!

I'm actually a new writer here, and as I saw your event, congratulations by the way, I wanted to request something! A song fic! You don't have to write the entire song of course, please take your time!! (:

So here are the two songs I liked the most:

• As The World Caves In - Matt Maltese

Wilbur or (platonic) Ranboo?? Maybe slow dancing in the kitchen at night? I think this song is wonderful to write about. It's really pretty and calming (:

Tons and tons of fluff for this one!! :D

• Burning Pile - Mother Mother

Maybe with Sapnap or Quackity? Finishing school and throwing everything into the fire and just kind of standing there watching everything burn! :D

I think this would be a fluff request too :) But do it as whatever you want!! You are the writer after all <3

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this!! You are amazing Cr0w. Take care and drink water! Never forget that you are valid and real!! :) Appreciate you lots /p ❤❤

~Zero♡

Slow dancing in the kitchen

Request from @zer0thewriter:

As the world caves in - Matt Maltese

Wilbur or (platonic) Ranboo?? Maybe slow dancing in the kitchen at night? I think this song is wonderful to write about. It's really pretty and calming (:

Tons and tons of fluff for this one!! :D

Summary: Anywhere is a ballroom when the music is right. Even the kitchen with a tired boyfriend.

Trigger warning: None!

Author's note: hello eza ! i love this request and im a sucker for slowdancing so this is perfect <3 hope u like it :]

"honey, where are the pretty mugs?"

you yell from the kitchen. it was time for your weekly movie night and you couldn't find your cups. they were really big, with pink and white polka-dots, perfect for hot beverages.

"i think they're in the top cabinet!"

wilbur yells back. he knew exactly what he was doing. he put them really high up, making sure you couldn't reach so you have to-

"can you get it for me?"

perfect. with a smug look on his face he stood up from the couch and made his way to the kitchen.

"you're so short."

he jokes, grabbing the mugs and handing them over to his pouting partner.

"no, you're just really tall!"

"you're cute when you're mad at me."

you smack his arm with your free hand and turn around to make tea.

"shut up! now, get out of my kitchen before i kick you out."

wilbur puts his hands up in the air and chuckles.

"alright, alright. i'll stop bothering you, cutie."

"will!"

after making tea for the both of you you settled on the couch, right next to wilbur. you started with an awfully cheesy romance movie. wilbur chose this one just so he could make fun of it.

"of course he buys her roses!"

"she's going to kiss him and then pull away on the last second. look, look - knew it!"

"there's no way she's actually going to reject him, there's no- WHAT?!"

after a few movies filled with giggles, cuddling and even a few tears the clock struck 2 am.

the end credits were rolling while you made your way to the kitchen counter with a few bowls. you put it down while your tired boyfriend held the mugs and a half-empty bag of chips.

the television could be heard from the kitchen, the music having lots of violin and piano. an idea pops into your head and look over to wilbur who was staring into the cupboard.

"will, can you come here?"

he turns his head slowly and looks at you quizically.

"what is it, love? need me to grab something off a shelf again?"

you roll your eyes and grab his hand. before he can ask anything wilbur is pulled your direction.

"dance with me!"

you smile up at him with a purple tint under your sparkly eyes. he knows he could never say no to a look like that.

"because you asked so nicely."

you grab his hands and start pulling him closer to you. a tired smirk crept up his face when he saw just how much fun you were having. he hummed along to the music as he grabbed your hand and spun you around, catching you in a way that had you leaning on his arm.

you laugh while wilbur pushes you back onto your feet. he laces his fingers with yours, you lean against his chest, finding comfort in his steady heartbeat.

you felt his hands move from your arms down to your back. he stopped at your hips and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

he starts swaying gently to the music and you both close your eyes. you bask in each other's presence, enjoying the calm music and slow movement.

"i love you, wilby."

"i love you, too, darling."

ty for reading <3

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