#I seriously don’t know if marvel made it intentionally like that

[walkingchemicalfire]

This is so, so important. TFatWS spoilers.

[troonwolf]

Anyway this post is about me:

So I want to make some things very clear. 

I am doing this because I am sick of the gossip and badmouthing. This person has a much larger audience than me, many that are in the same fandoms as me and who sometimes interact with my art. I plan to open commissions in the future because I’m in desperate financial need, and someone smearing me like this (and name-dropping me, which I know he does in private) could seriously hurt my ability to earn in fandom spaces.

Additionally, I find it ridiculous that someone who claims to hate “toxic callout fandom culture” and etc, is doing to me exactly what he complains other people do: lying, exaggerating, and misrepresenting events to make someone look “problematic” and essentially unperson them in fandom.

With that said-

I have never harassed mywitchcultblr (the author of that post).

I have never sent them messages about Disney, Marvel, Ao3, whether on anon or personally. 

I in fact have never sent anyone messages about Marvel, Disney, Ao3, or ANYTHING else related to fandom.

Nor do I consider “all Ao3 users paedophiles”. I use Ao3. My boyfriend uses Ao3. My friends and mutuals use Ao3- this also goes for Disney and Marvel. Tons of people around me love those things.

No one around me cares that I sometimes criticise those things. When I do criticise those things, it’s always some dumb shitpost that I intentionally leave untagged so that it’s isolated in my own space.

The only time I ever approached mywitchcultblr about “discourse”, was to do with natural systems and DID, because I myself have DID. Even then I was civil, the conversation was over in a few messages, and we never spoke about it again.

When I first met Ann, his blog was a lot different from what it is now. There was barely any NSFW or kink, barely any fandom discourse. He just posted about fandom and LGBT stuff.

When he became involved in fandom discourse, began constantly posting untagged NSFW, being defensive when people asked him to tag things, and overall saying and doing things that made me uncomfortable or that I did strongly disagree with, I just blocked him.

We didn’t argue.

I didn’t send him any messages.

I didn’t send him any anons.

I blocked him and moved on. I set a boundary and moved on. That’s what you’re meant to do, right? Then why am I still hearing about it a year later?

Despite the fact I am just some guy he knew for a few months, he has this obsession with me as some kind of fallen father figure in his personal narrative. I’m always referred to as “someone I looked up to who disappointed me.”

This is inappropriate. I am no one’s role model. I didn’t consent to be your father figure and told you on several occasions how severely mentally ill I am. This would be parasocial if I was a bigger blogger but since I’m just some guy, it’s not quite that but still not healthy or reasonable. 

We were in each other’s lives for a few months and talked occasionally. That’s it.

We didn’t even argue or have a real “falling out”. I blocked him. There was no interaction. But ever since then he spreads more exaggerations and lies about me and I’m tired of it.

Don’t take the word of someone who knew me less than a few months, that I’m a toxic harasser, just because I stopped feeling comfortable on his blog and blocked him for my own comfort.

I wish him no ill will but I do wish he’d stop projecting his father issues onto me, and I don’t say that to be funny. it’s extremely weird and uncomfortable to be put in this situation of “I idolised you because you’re an older queer man in fandom and I’m going to make that your problem if you don’t live up to my ideals.”

I’m just some guy. I’m in my 30s, childless, homeless, gay, majorly spangled in the head. No one should be looking up to me. I shouldn’t be held accountable for other people’s made up versions of me. I think we can all agree that isn’t fair.

If he was just calling me a buzzkill or cynical or annoying, I’d fully agree with those statements lmao! But to say I’m toxic and that people around me will be harassed for disagreeing with me is an exaggeration of my character.

I also want to add that my boyfriend has attempted messaging him in order to have a civil discussion on why he keeps lying about me when it's been practically a year since I blocked him, but Ann doesn't respond.

Anyway, that’s all folks.

[oodlyenough]

psychonauts 2 review!

I played the first few-ish (not many... I'd guesstimate under 4) hours of the original Psychonauts years ago, but found it unruly to control and never progressed further. I remember thinking the concept was neat, though, and when I heard a sequel was coming I figured I'd check it out, since it'd presumably be more polished.

The sequel is very very good. I think it is the best game I've played this year. It's also maybe the most creative game I've played... ever.

When Rift Apart came out, a lot of reviews said it was "like a playable Pixar game". Having played (and enjoyed!) Rift Apart as well, I gotta say while that may be true in image fidelity, in basically every other respect I think Psychonauts 2 comes closer. I would absolutely recommend it to anyone who's ever enjoyed this kind of platformer.

More detail and possible spoilers:

I'll start with the cons, because there aren't very many:

I posted early on that I found jumping kind of unwieldy/frustrating, which is bad for a platformer. Although I got better at it as I got used to the controls, I still did run into scenarios where I was creating a thought bubble while trying to wall jump, or rolling off the edge of a platform I'd just landed on, or otherwise just finding jumping clumsy. I turned off fall damage pretty early for this reason; it was infuriating to just keep dying because I couldn't make a clumsy jump, and then respawn with increasingly limited health.

(Also, fwiw, because I know gamers were losing their damn minds about this when it was announced, turning off fall damage doesn't allow you to skip out on executing all the platforming. You just don't respawn with a health penalty if you fail. You still have to eventually time it right.)

A few hours after turning off fall damage, I turned off combat damage too. So I guess I can't really evaluate the smoothness or difficulty of combat fairly, because uh... I was immortal. This is just me as a player though -- I played large chunks of Spiderman & Miles Morales & Rift Apart on immortality mode. Boss fights simply do not spark joy for me; I want to progress a story without repeating a segment several times. I will say, in this mode, combat was fairly repetitive, mainly just psi blasting and meleeing everything. I kept thinking about turning it off, to maybe appreciate the challenge or figure out other techniques.... but I really just wanted to keep progressing the story, so I never did.

HOWEVER... there's a ton of extremely profitable games where combat is literally just "shoot", so, even then I wouldn't hold it against Psychonauts much.

I'm an idiot I guess and didn't realize levelling up skills was a separate thing from buying pins to augment the skills. So I played like a good chunk of the game with every skill at level 0 lmfao.

Easily my least favourite level is the first one, which I think is a bit unfortunate... I don't have, like, a dental phobia and I was still not really enjoying that part, and compared to how colourful and cool and imaginative the other worlds are it just seems like it starts the game off on a weird foot.

I know some purists are reading this like SO YOU PLAYED A GAME WITH NO DAMAGE AT ALL? Yep and I appreciate DoubleFine allowing me to do so. ✌🏻

And then onto the pros:

Like... everything else?

Playing Rift Apart this summer made me feel like a kid again, as a someone who grew up on cartoony platformers like Spyro and who still craves the satisfaction of first discovering you can charge that cracked wall and find an orb behind it. Psychonauts 2 had all that fun of exploring maps and finding secret, hidden locations and collectibles... on top of having the most creative and varied level design I've ever seen.

Seriously the levels were gorgeous. I was constantly spinning the camera around to take in all the little details, and there were SO MANY different levels where the gimmick would surprise and delight me. Almost every level for me was like "omg how did they think of that". Even when I was getting irritated by (for eg) the unruliness of trying to steer a giant bowling ball down a precise ramp, I was at least marvelling at the ingenuity involved.

The script was wonderful. Funny, charming, clever in its use of metaphor, and genuinely touching at times. If ever anything felt a little bit simplified, well, it's a kid-friendly game... I can't be too mad about that.

Raz is so endearing! It's very easy for the plucky young kid character to uh, become grating, but I always found Raz charming and I was rooting for him. Richard Horvitz is so good.

TBH all the characters were super lovable and funny. In a giant cast of cartoons I don't think there was a single one where I'd be like "ugh, this guy again" which is quite a feat honestly. They were all charming and well-acted and bursting with dialogue.

Even the random NPCs around the motherlobe who have their own progressing storylines via conversations... I love that detail! It was one of my favourite parts of Life is Strange: True Colours and I was delighted when I realized it was happening in this game too. It was fun to check in on some of your faves as the game progressed.

I'm pretty thorough, and I love exploring maps, and boy do these maps have a lot to explore, especially the hub areas. I STILL haven't figured out how to get everywhere in the Questionable Area, lol, or gotten every psy card, etc.

I like the music, especially the music in the quarry area that absolutely makes me feel like I am walking around Epcot. Perfect vibe. (And the Small World knock-off music in Nick's brain lmao...)

As soon as the projection started talking I was like, "this is GIR, right? This is intentionally a Zim and Gir thing?" So I felt validated by checking IMDB after lmao.

Ummm... I think that's about it. Honestly great game. I might give Psychonauts 1 another go... although I'd say there's a high chance I instead watch it on YouTube, lol.

[superlinguo]

Practical advice if you want to start a podcast

I wrote a post for the RED team at La Trobe with some general advice for podcasting, but I’ve found there are some recurring questions that I get about setting up a podcast. This post is here to answer those questions.

If you’re not interested in starting a podcast, but want to listen to more linguistics podcasts, I’ve got a list for you!

I last updated this post in June 2021 - if you find this post a few years after this you might want to search for some more up to date specs. I’ll continue to update this from time to time as new questions (or answers) come up.

Picture your audience

Before you make any decisions about your show, know who it is for. Your topic might be incredibly niche and have an audience in the hundreds, which is very different to a potentially larger but less engaged audience. See the classic blog post from Kevin Kelly on the power of 1000 true fans. Knowing your potential audience, where they hang out online, and how they’re likely to support you, will help your decision making. I have a self-guided slide set for refining your project before you start working on it. It’s also ok to know who you don’t want as your audience, and make choices that don’t actively include them. Do this early and clearly so people aren’t disappointed. For example, having a show with clearly noted explicit language selects away from young kids and their parents.

The length and format of your show are a product of your aims

I personally like shows in the 25-35 minute range. But, having said that, I love Shortwave, which regularly clocks in at 10 minutes, and I’m disappointed when an episode of You’re Wrong About is less than an hour.

Know your audience and the level of depth you want to explore a topic in. The frequency of episodes and the amount of time you have to prepare and edit will also affect how long episode end up. Record a few episodes first and share them with people you trust will give you good feedback.

The best interviews are conversations

Good interviews are just conversations that are intentionally lopsided, and good interviewers make the conversation feel like it’s not lopsided. Do your homework, write out some questions, and then take a step back and actually listen to the person you’re interviewing.

Anyone who has done even a few interviews has already faced most of the questions you first think of. There are some fixes for this: push through your initial brainstorming, think about the specific angles on their topic that are most relevant to your audience and (again) listen to what the person is telling you. Like many podcasting skills, good interviewing takes practice, and you can practice by staying curious about humans you interact with in any area of your life, not just your podcast guests.

Use the best mics you can, but don’t over-invest

You don’t have go and buy the fanciest tech. If you have access to a studio, great! If you don’t, then decide what your budget is. When we started Lingthusiasm, Gretchen recorded into her phone, because we were running the show on no budget and had no idea if we’d stick it out more than 6 months. When we started making money we got Gretchen a Zoom H4n to match mine. It’s still not the fanciest, but it’s rugged and adequate, especially if you make sure you’re in a closet with some blankets. Do I regret the earlier episodes of Lingthusiasm don’t sound amazing? Not as much as I would have regretted investing hundreds of dollars in a podcast that had 4 episodes.

Edit your show

Even a light edit will make the show easier for your audience to listen to, and show respect for the people you interview. I know people believe there’s an aesthetic of authenticity that comes with not editing, but all podcasting is a performance. Editing is a politeness to your audience.

Editing means a very wide range of things. You can do full production editing, including the addition of music, multiple different voice-overs and voices reading parts (e.g. getting someone else to read author quotes to bring them to life) and additional sound effects. Or you might just edit out the start and end of the recording, and any false starts and errors throughout the show. A lot of the pauses and fillers we use in conversation are designed for an audience who is in on the conversation and can reply, and can feel like they’re holding up a conversation when you’re a passive listener like a podcast audience. Many of the best conversational podcasts are given an edit to make them easier on the ears.

I use audacity to edit

Audacity is free to use. It takes a little longer to learn than something like GarageBand, but once you know how to use it, you’ll be much faster at editing. I appreciate that it has stayed pretty much the same since I started using it almost 15 years ago.

Get your levels right

Once you’ve edited your show, making sure there aren’t too many loud laughs, or your two hosts aren’t unbalanced in loudness. You’ll also need to make sure your podcast isn’t too loud or soft compared to others in people’s list. You need to regularise it. A lot of podcasts regularise to -16 LUFS. A few other numbers bounce around (-14, -18), but this is what we use and no one complains.  Audacity can’t do it. You can process a certain number of hours of audio for free each month using the web-based Auphonic. It’s great. 

There’s lots of great free music to use

You want to look for music that has a license that’s free to use. Even if you don’t plan to make money from your podcast, make sure the license includes commercial use so you don’t limit your future options. SoundCloud and YouTube have lots of options, as does Kevin MacLeod - who has created royalty-free music in a massive range of genres. 

Web hosting is different to getting your show on iTunes

We use SoundCloud to upload and share our audio. It’s fine. I have no complaints. Once you’ve uploaded a few hours of audio you’ll have to pay annually for a pro account. Anchor seems to be a good new competitor, it’s free - I assume they make money off people choosing to run ads on their podcasts. You then generate an RSS feed, which is the thing that points all the podcast players to the place you’ve uploaded your recording. You’ll then have to add your show to major podcast platforms (Apple Podcast, Google Podcast), smaller ones will pick it up from there.

It takes a few days for your show to get picked up on all the podfeeders

Launching a podcast is a bit of a mess - it will go live on your hosting site but then you’ll have to set yourself up with iTunes, Google Podcast etc. and that can take a few days to update and populate. The sites that are popular, and the process of linking into those spaces, changes often enough that you should just google advice when you’re ready to launch, and give yourself a few days. This is part of why some podcasts launch a short ‘episode 0′ or a trailer, it gets the show set up.

Transcripts should be one of the first things you fund

Not every podcast has the time or funds to make transcripts. I do think they’re important though; for people who can’t or don’t want to listen, for discoverability and for your own record when you can’t remember when you talked about a specific story. If you have any time or money and want to be taken seriously at all, this should be one of your earliest priorities. This is even more true for educational podcasts, where a transcript ensures all students can appreciate the content of your show.

You don’t neeeeed a website, but it’s handy

You can run a show using a hosting platform and some social media. Having a website does allow you to add more information about the show and yourself. The Lingthusiasm page has grown over the years as the show has; we made a page for our liveshow events, we provide a list of episodes by topic, information about our Discord community, and our marvelous wall of supporters. The website was much more minimal when we started, but compared to just having a SoundCloud it gave the show room to grow.

You probably want socials, but be selective

You need to make your podcast discoverable by people who are likely to be your audience. Social media is one way to do this, but it’s better to be actually engaging on fewer social platforms than overextend yourself. Focus on platforms that are the intersection of where your possible fans are likely to be and where you enjoy being.

Funding a podcast takes time, and takes work

There are three main revenue streams for podcasts: advertising, crowdfunding and merch. A fourth option is institutional support (through your university or business), but then you’re beholden to the funder. Whichever revenue options work for you, think about them and plan towards them early. Part of that is making sure your podcast gets in as many ears as possible. Most successful podcasts spend as much, if not more, time on marketing, audience engagement and business planning as they do podcasting (it’s just not very glamorous to admit that!).

Choose whether each episode can stand alone

Some podcasts build a narrative over multiple episodes. Others allow listeners to jump in at any point and listen in any order. Whatever you choose, make this clear to your audience. This choice is going to influence a range of choices around what information to include in the opening and closing, how topical to make the show, and how you promote your podcast. 

Seasons are a great structure to keep a podcast manageable

Regardless of whether your show runs in a sequence, planning a season with a fixed number of episodes allows you to take some time off, to maybe change some things that weren’t working, or to step away from the project with a podcast that hasn’t been left hanging.

[raeloganthesonic06fangirl]

Your QJ & DW in FNAF posts are killing me 🤣 But I’ve gotta know, what do you think Quackerjack’s reaction to the actual lore of the games would be? (Besides “this is needlessly complicated!”) We all know QJ has no problem with violence, but he’s not cool with murdering kids. And I don’t know if his actions would change when/if he realizes that the robots trying to kill him are dead children… 1/2

Thank you! FNAF is probably one of my favorite modern franchises right now, especially just because of how convoluted it's become, like, I really just dig that it's taken every direction it can and has gone to town with it. It doesn't really take itself too seriously, and I'd probably liken it to a modern day Goosebumps-esque sort of thing these days, where it just has fun with the spooks atmosphere and isn't really trying to give people nightmares. And yet, the fans themselves can create some really stellar content based around it.

I feel like, before I continue, we need to at the least acknowledge the fact that QuackerJack has honestly tried to murder Gosalyn at least twice because he decided she'd gone past her usefulness in his plans:

Like, yeah, he does seem to be more inclined to interact with children than adults, but he's also legit insane and thinks that alternative to people with gaming addiction is to just enslave them himself so he can repurpose thier skills for what he deems more useful in his eyes.

Like William Afton, QuackerJack is quite skilled at achieving mechanical marvels that have a tendency to create a questionably safe environment for the intended core audience. However, QuackerJack achieves this by utilizing his own technical know-how and by reverse engineering things he comes across to figure out how to modify it to do what he wants, so he's not using supernatural mumbo jumbo to do so, and if his devices turn on a kid, it's because it's just designed to do that in general, regardless of who's handling the item. Afton is just out to trap kids overall.

I suppose the key difference between him and Afton is that QuackerJack isn't harvesting children's undiluted pure agony to fuel robots to cheat death and resurrect the souls of his children that were killed and absorbed by his creations.

QuackerJack just wants to push the limits of what he can create. I think it's worth noting that, based on the original canon, QuackerJack is part of the Boomer generation, which, I should note, my Mom (I should note that she's actually my grandmother, but she adopted me, so that's why there's a generation gap that big between us) is of the same generation as well, and I've heard plenty about the types of toys that existes back then, such as kid sized working power tools made for tiny hands that actually sawed wood and stuff, or small working clothes irons that plugged into a wall and were basically a hot plate for kids, or the literal Atomic Lab for kids that had actual utonium in it, and the metal melting die cast kit where you can melt metal and pour the hot molten metal into molds to make little metal army men and horses and stuff.

Which, honestly, sounds pretty epic, albeit probably not very safe by today's standards. My Mom usually has an expression of nostalgia if I mention these sorts of items, but she'd also absolutely would not want me anywhere near a toy with a hot plate as a key feature.

That in mind, it does suddenly make sense as to why exactly QuackerJack would have a skewed sense of safety when it comes to his retro style of toy making. He's not intentionally being malicious; he's just offended when someone takes a potshot at something he's poured his entire adult life into fine tuning. And, given that it's most certainly canon that he's got a few things wrong with how his brain ticks; this manifests in some form of: "If you're not going to play this my way, then you're not going to play at all."

All that said, I could definitely see him reacting to finding out what exactly is going on with the Animatronics with probably a "... What... the actual heck?" sort of dawning reaction, and then probably expressing the desire to kneecap Afton with the pipe wrench he found in the Parts and Services room.

Although, since I've done a bit of math to figure out on what scale Darkwing and QuackerJack would be in this sort of thing, I have to admit that imagining a 2ft 8in bird dressed as a jester running after some guy while swinging around a spanner to decimate the guy's legs does sound a tad ridiculous.

But it would probably be satisfying.

QuackerJack: This guy is out here harming kids with his robots that are masked to look like cuddly toys!

Darkwing: 🤨

QuackerJack: OH, SHUT UP, MINE ARE NOT THE SAME THING!

[galacticlamps]

Tagged by @the--highlanders​ ! Thanks!

How many works do you have on AO3?

13

What’s your total AO3 word count?

76,200

(oh what a nice even number - I should try to mess that up as soon as possible, shouldn’t I?)

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Aw man is this intentionally worded to be really hard to answer? I get that it says ‘written’ and not ‘posted’ but then what constitutes a ‘fandom?’ I definitely wrote fics for stuff I was interested in long before I even knew the word ‘fic’ - I did it throughout my childhood, and then in high school, and while I didn’t do it as much in college, it still happened from time to time. So a lot of the books/movies/tv shows/plays/musicals I wrote things for aren’t really fandoms, and frankly, I had to check my old folder just now to even remember some of them existed. I’ll just list the ones that I know for sure had fandoms, since that’s more fun (and embarrassing), right?

Obviously Doctor Who, classic and modern, Torchwood, Sherlock Holmes (ironically more of these seem to be about the books, but yes, I will admit, some for that tv show too), Les Mis, a couple different Marvel comics & movies, Good Omens, hell, I even found a Night Vale fic in there just now.

And I know there are other older things not even in that folder, some of which never made it to a computer at all, so if I had to ballpark a number I’d probably say around 25ish but really, who knows?

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Across the Gap

On the Spot

Expectations

Shards of Memories & Fragments of Glass

Itemized

(this was fun, I’d never noticed Ao3 even had a stats page until now lol)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try to! Sometimes I take a long time to do so but for the most part, I usually get around to it. The rare exception would be if I first saw the comment when I was super busy/distracted and then felt like way too much time passed before I noticed it again, that it might be awkward if I said something at that point.

I do genuinely enjoy hearing what people think, but I’m also weirdly terrified of making anyone feel like they have to reply to my comments. I know that’s probably a little strange, but it’s actually a large part of why I made this Ao3 account in the first place - my original one, from high school, is followed by some long-time friends of mine who aren’t interested in this fandom, some of whom are involved in art & writing professionally. The thought of anyone like that reading something I wrote out of friendliness or even just curiosity and potentially having to pretend they liked it for the same reasons stressed me tf out, so I like having this virtually anonymous one because I can relax knowing that anyone who reads or interacts with something I wrote has probably done so only because they wanted to, rather than feeling obligated, and there’s no pressure on them to be nice to me about it if anything I write or post annoys them - so I really hope nobody who does just know me as an anonymous blog has ever worried about offending me by not replying to something, trust me, I’m perfectly happy with it!

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don’t think I’ve really written any angsty endings? I guess the answer would have to be Reckless just because it involves the characters arguing about sad/weighty things and there isn’t really any solution to those issues - but even then I think I ended it with a kind of acceptance that stops it from really qualifying as angst? I also set it in the the same universe as other fics, so maybe that doesn’t even count as an ending? Am I that bad at ending things on angst? Lol

Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Obviously none of the fics I’ve posted are crossovers but I’m trying to think now if any of my WIP’s are - I’ve definitely poached setting/premise ideas from other media, but in terms of actual crossovers . . . I’ve got a few cross-era or cross-Doctor, a few involving Torchwood, but that’s already the same universe, so the only thing that’d qualify as a true crossover would be some vague pieces of a fic where Jamie, Zoe, and Two end up on the Enterprise, since I think the 60s series of Star Trek and Dr Who feel kind of compatible, don’t they? In fact, aren’t there like officially licensed crossover comics or something? Or did I make that up? Idk, and the ideas are very loose, so it’s not much of a WIP either

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nope, never

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I’ve never written smut, but I’m wondering if it’s possible that could change soon. There’s a longish multi-chapter fic I’ve been working on for a frankly embarrassing amount of time, and the plot does call for a sex scene at one point towards the end, but I can’t seem to make up my mind on how - uh, I guess the word is explicit? - it should get. I know I could easily do a fade to black/implication thing, but it’s kind of a source of contention and anxiety for the characters, so to skip over writing the actual scene and just revisit them afterwards rings of “and they slept together and now everything’s fine!” which feels kinda cheap to me - in this context, anyway - and not the right payoff for a long fic that’s otherwise more of an interpersonal drama/slightly a period piece, if I had to place it in a genre. I feel like my aversion to actually writing the scene might just be prudishness I should get over, or maybe just self-doubt, because I know I’d rather have a well-written, funny, character-development-supporting sex scene than nothing at all, but since I’ve never had any interest in writing a scene like that before, I don’t know if I can do it well, and I also don’t want to ruin a fic I’m otherwise proud of by doing it badly... ugh I have to figure this out

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I seriously doubt it

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

What’s your all time favorite ship?

I mean, it’s gotta be Two & Jamie. I’ve shipped things before with varying levels of investment, but I’ve never been able to use the term ‘otp’ in a literal sense until I came across them, and now it’s already basically gone out of fashion, go figure!

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I’m not sure if I have one? My WIP doc is huge, but I don’t actually intend to get around to finishing everything in it, so I’d like to think that anything I’ve currently singled out to complete can actually get done.

That said, I do have a few AU’s that I don’t really plan to finish, but it might be cool if I could. Two of them are for all the main + some supporting characters of the Second Doctor’s era - one’s a modern day school teachers AU, and the other is a typical fantasy/fairy tale AU. Another is just Two/Jamie, based on Doctor Faustus (specifically the Marlowe play version) but right now there are two different versions of the ending coexisting in my head. I’ve written parts of scenes & some gen. backstory for all of those ideas, but I don’t know if I’ll ever try to finish them, or what form a finished product would even take - a series of one-shots set in the same universe? one long multi-chapter fic with some kind of overarching plot? And the amount of context/worldbuilding a big AU like these would require might not make them very appealing fics for people to read, so maybe it is better if I just keep them to myself, since in my head I already know what’s going on in those worlds lol.

What are your writing strengths?

I honestly don’t know. I haven’t had a creative writing class since middle school, and since then I’ve only ever shown creative writing to others in a fandom context, so it’s been a while since I’ve discussed it or gotten critical feedback. I suppose when I work in other arts or even academic writing contexts, people usually say I’m kind of insightful or at least detail oriented, which might just be another way of saying I overthink things, but I like to imagine I’m decent at finding little points of interest to expand upon.

What are your writing weaknesses?

If you’ve read this far I feel like you must know what I’m about to say: I do not know how to be concise.

Usually when I’m writing a fic, I put down the dialogue first on its own, leaving out the action of the scene and whatever plot/context led there, even if I’ve already figured all of that out. But then when I go to add those things in, they’re always longer than I wanted them to be. I don’t mind writing something long, but I don’t want my fics to be a slog to get through either, and there can be a point at which the stuff I’ve added for context overwhelms the stuff that I wanted the fic to be about in the first place, so it becomes a structural/proportion issue too. I haven’t completely given up on any fics because of this yet, but there’s one I’ve been struggling with for a couple months now - probably because I’m even second-guessing myself on which scenes need to be written out and which can just be referenced like a recap. Hopefully I figure that one out soon.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

((this is karma isn’t it? i posted a fic last week with two words of gaelic in it and was worried about that and now this is karma))

In general, I don’t want to do it. I feel like you’ve gotta have a really good grasp of a language to write dialogue & speech patterns for someone who’s a native speaker, and since I’m far from fluent in any language the characters I write for are, I wouldn’t feel confident writing any significant amount of dialogue in, say, Gaelic.

As a sidenote, though, I kinda love it when other people do it, particularly for Jamie. Irish (Gaeilge) and Scottish (Gàidhlig) are both languages I’ve wanted to learn for a long time, because my family’s fresh out of living speakers of either & I think that’s a shame, but I started with Irish and at the moment I’m still very much learning it. As different as they are, it still helps me understand parts of lyrics or texts that I come across in Gàidhlig fairly frequently, so when it comes up in a fic I get to feel like I’m being responsible and practicing, and it’s great when I can actually understand what’s being said.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I’m gonna go with Harry Potter even though that’s probably not a perfectly accurate answer - it’s almost certainly the first thing that has a fandom that I ever wrote for, but it was in a notebook when I was a kid and never something that I even typed on a computer, much less posted online or shared with other members of a fandom. But even then, I’m sure it wasn’t the first pre-existing fictional universe I ever set an original story in, because I did that a lot when I was a kid, it’s just hard to remember those clearly or on any kind of timeline.

What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

I’m very partial to Across the Gap, so I was pleasantly surprised to see that ranked first on the kudos thing above - but I’ve also got a soft spot for So Merrily We’ll Sing. It’s so self-indulgent it feels silly saying ‘it was so easy to write!’ but I guess having a fic that’s already just 100% headcaonons and fluff tied together by a song you really love does prevent it from being much of a labor (I also managed to refrain from making that one unnecessarily long, so that’s another win there)

tagging @terryfphanatics and anyone else who wants to do it - sorry I’m bad at remembering whose tumblr goes with whose Ao3 account, but I really would be interested to read this if anyone else feels like answering them!

[sylvana-the-tsarina]

Feeling

These days I feel like I do that simultaneously too much and not at all. 

Specifically what I’m talking about right now is feelings regarding fictional characters. You know, the kind of appreciation and excitement you get when your favourite character is brought up, the new perspectives on life you can gain from examining the ins and outs of a story, the sense of community you have in a fandom. Those feelings. 

Lately I’ve been feeling rather... estranged, in a fandom I’m part of. For context, it’s the first (and only) fandom I ever joined actively, and it’s where I made some of the dearest friends in my life, so I have a soft spot for it. I don’t think either the fandom or my friends ever did anything wrong, or caused this “estrangement”, not intentionally anyway. It’s not their fault, and I believe that fully.

It’s just... these days I see them get so excited over the characters in that fandom, I see them get upset over arguments that don’t do someone justice, and I realise that I’ve detached.  I don’t feel nearly as strongly as they do, heck, I don’t even know if I have feelings about these things at all.

And then one character is brought up who I’m actually fond of, but they’re brought up in the context of another fan famously disliking them, and suddenly I’m detaching and recoiling because I feel vaguely hurt.  Now I feel too much, because surely if everyone else can laugh about it then I should be able to as well? 

I remember that once upon a time I did feel strongly about characters like they still do now, and once upon a time I was able to laugh off the second, even if I did disagree. 

What changed, then? Have I just outgrown this fandom? Is it that my feelings have just naturally faded over time?

That’s what I assumed, at first. 

But I was thinking about it one day, really thinking about it, and I’ve realised it’s not just this fandom. 

I’ve noticed a tendency of mine. It’s this tendency to, whenever I notice someone(s) feeling strongly about something, I immediately don’t feel strongly about that thing, even if I felt very strongly about it before.  This extends to things like food preferences, or even religion. 

Why do I have this tendency? What happened to my ability to feel strongly about things and take delight in sharing that feeling with others?

 I got hurt once, a few months back. It was a small thing (or so I thought at the time) that I brushed off the next morning after thinking and talking about it. 

I was live reacting to a show so my friends could see what I thought while I was watching, and at one point a character did something that made me incredibly angry at him. I ranted about that to my friends (who had already watched the show), they gave their replies, and later on in the show - plot twist! - turns out the guy didn’t do the thing I thought he did, in fact, he pulled off something really clever that I can’t help but marvel at now as I look back on it.  At the time though, I was floored. All that anger I felt just a moment ago now had nowhere to go, was actually wrong of me to feel that way, and once my friends were aware that I got to that point, I received some teasing. You know, “uno reverse card” and the like, simple things.

It made an impact on me, though. I felt almost betrayed in that moment, ridiculous, I know, but the hurt was real. The fact that they knew the plot twist was coming up, empathised with me before the plot twist and then proceeded to tease me after- let’s just say I felt that in a wrong way. 

I’m going to take a moment here to remind you that this isn’t their fault. Teasing is a form of affection for them. I just didn’t (and still don’t) have the right... build for that, I guess you could say. 

It’s only recently that I realised the extent to which it made an impact. Only recently that I realised the reason I was so detached all the time was because I was afraid of that happening again. 

I’m afraid of my emotions being laughed at. I’m afraid of feeling used. I’m afraid of not being taken seriously.  I’m afraid of my very real and strong reactions being used as a source of entertainment. 

So now I don’t feel strongly about things, as a defence mechanism, I guess you could say. I’ve always been protective of my feelings, but it’s taken a turn recently. 

Now what? Honestly, I’m not sure. I know I want to feel again, some part of me has forgotten how, but I know I’m capable of it. I think what I’ll try is reading books and feeling fully with myself, and maybe later tell people I know about the books. 

Perhaps I should talk to them about it. I don’t know. I think I would benefit from them knowing, but I also don’t want to hurt them, you know? I don’t know how else they would treat me if they couldn’t tease me, and I really don’t want to be a nuisance. 

The first step in healing is recognition, though. I recognise that I’m sensitive, I recognise that I should avoid certain things, and I’m hopeful about all of this.

So, yeah. Who knows. I may just come out from all of this with a better mindset than before, In Sha Allah.

I can certainly try.

[allofthefeelings]

It's been nearly two years since endgame and I'll still get a random wave of grief every few months where everything hurts. Ok Marvel does it count as trauma at this point because it should.

Here are my two responses:

THE VERSION I WANT TO HAVE BUT I KEEP TRYING TO INTELLECTUALIZE SO IT DOESN’T HURT SO BAD:

OMFG I KNOW RIGHT???????????????? IT’S THE WORST AND I’M TIRED OF BEING SAD, I JUST WANT TO LOVE THEM.

THE INTELLECTUALLY STEPPING BACK VERSION WHICH GETS LONG BUT IS HOW I AM RATIONALIZING [cw: lots of talk about grief; some abstract discussion of the pandemic]:

It's because we haven't gotten any new Marvel texts, so this is what we're left with. The movie was designed to be the end of a chapter, not the end of the novel, and they intentionally organized their schedule to have a long break to make us sit with it- originally seven to ten months between FFH and Black Widow, if I understand correctly (they moved dates around when they postponed Guardians of the Galaxy 3), but it was never supposed to be this long. FFH was July 2, 2019; it’s going to end up being 675 days between Marvel theatrical releases. The texts create the trauma and then help us process it, but because there’s been so long between them, we don’t have the healing.

FFH was about grappling with Tony’s death, but you can look at the first few Phase 4 projects as dealing with other major losses: Black Widow about Nat’s legacy, WandaVision about Viz’s, and Falcon and the Winter Soldier about Steve’s. (Marvel somehow does not seem to understand that Gamora also needs to be mourned, because they brought back an old version of her. This is a Problem. The same Problem exists with Loki, but it seems like the TVA in the Loki series will be actively dealing with that?) The Hawkeye series is also kind of by definition going to be dealing with the whole mess of Endgame emotions; to tell any new story about Clint, it’s going to have to wrestle with him becoming a racist murder ninja for funsies and everything that came after.

It’s really hard to deal with grief over fictional characters because they’re fictional. It feels like you’re taking a made-up story about superheroes too seriously; it feels like you’re invested in something that doesn’t matter when so much in the world does. But at least for me, the fact that the stakes feel lower makes me invest that much harder, and when they go from low stakes to what they did in Endgame- which raised the stakes dramatically but did not seem to understand the additional weight it was carrying for increased catharsis- it hits that much harder because it changes the rules we’d been playing by. And knowing that Eventually In The Future we will have texts that help us wrap our heads and our hearts around these losses doesn’t help, because they don’t exist now and all that we really have is, well, a lot of dropped storylines and a performatively-thrown bench.

And on top of that, we’re living in a world right now full of grief we don’t really have outlets for, and fiction is supposed to be our escape, but because it never gave us the end point for that grief it can’t be the necessary release valve. I’ve seen some reviews saying that the snap can, retroactively, work out incredibly for Marvel; in 2019 it felt like this big a loss to the world of the MCU couldn’t possibly resonate for the audience, and now the world is mired in huge losses and we desperately need that fiction that is far enough from our experience to not be gutting but close enough to give us catharsis. The problem is that Endgame didn’t give us that catharsis, relying on later texts to do so, and that means we’re stuck in a holding pattern in fiction like in real life.

I know that at least for my mind, grief over fiction feels really embarrassing (it combines feelings, which are embarrassing, with being overinvested in media, which is ALSO embarrassing), but also easier to access than grief over real people, which is so huge it still feels numbing. So it’s grief without catharsis, but it’s grief we can fathom and feel.

And that is my intellectual justification for why sometimes I think about Vormir and my heart wants to explode, even a year and nine months later.

[thefishmongersdaughter]

"999, what's your emergency?"

"Uh... well, this may sound a little stupid but... I seem to have gotten myself stuck."

What Jaskier failed to explain to the poor chap on the other end of the line was that he had managed to get himself stuck in a waist-height hole in a set of wooden stocks, wearing nothing but a set of frilly blue lingerie. The only saving grace being that he was still wearing the panties.

"If you could send a firefighter to this address, I would be very grateful. Just please make sure they have something for cutting wood..." he cringed.

Once the operator had taken his address and an embarrassingly detailed account of the situation, Jaskier hung up and popped the phone up onto the tabletop (thankfully in reach of the stocks). It would be a little while until the fire brigade arrived but it wasn't like he could really do much, besides maybe endlessly scroll through social media until he was rescued. But that would no doubt result in him finding some new post from Valdo Marx and it didn't seem particularly ideal; not when his attempt at a response had gone so wrong.

It had all started as a bit of a joke between himself and Valdo, seeing who could come up with the most adventurous tease to send to their shared Sugar Mama, affectionately titled The Countess. Valdo had somehow managed to suspend himself with shibari, the chestpiece designed to look like a crown. It was flashy, but safe. Jaskier was determined to do better, to be bolder... so he had ordered himself a lockable stock.

In theory, the top half of the stock lifted on a hinge, allowing the intended trapee to get comfortable in the middle hole before the top half was lowered and locked in place. And that would have been the case, if Jaskier hadn't lost the key and been determined to take the photo anyway; so he had squeezed himself into the hole, only to find that it is easy enough to squeeze your ribcage into something, but that once through, his ribcage caught on the lower edge and he wasn't quite able to pull himself back through. Leaving him trapped. In his lingerie. Presented for whoever first came through the door.

Marvellous.

At the very least, he had gained an exceptional set of photos to send to The Countess. He passed the time editing a few of his personal favourites on his phone; adjusting the contrast, blurring the background, highlighting the freckles alonghis shoulders. Embarrassing situation aside, he took comfort in the fact that he continued to look gorgeous, even when in mild peril.

A loud crash caused Jaskier to start, his ribs jarring painfully against the rim of the stocks. Another crash, a crack, and the sound of the door bursting open.

Well, here went nothing.

"I certainly hope you're the firefighter I ordered, otherwise this is going to be the easiest robbery of your life," he called back, unable to see the door directly behind him.

There was a huff of laughter and the most beautiful man that Jaskier had ever seen came into view. He was broad across the shoulders and chest, tapering pleasantly at the waist (which was directly in Jaskier's eye sight, and he mildly regretted that the stocks weren't set a few inches lower); when he crouched, Jaskier was greeted with a strong jaw, sculpted cheekbones, and the brightest amber-brown eyes imaginable.

"So, I can take a wild guess as to what happened here, but why don't you give me the rundown?" the firefighter smirked.

Jaskier pouted and made a show of wiggling about in his make-shift prison, highlighting the issue to the very handsome stranger. "I was very bad and lost the key..."

The stranger nodded slowly, appearing to take the whole scene very seriously. His gaze lingered for a while on Jaskier's chest, his waist, and Jaskier couldn't tell whether he was looking at Jaskier's body or the size of the space he'd squeezed himself into. He sort of hoped it was the former. As much as he enjoyed playing with The Countess, they weren't exactly mutually exclusive and there was something about this man that he liked. Maybe it was his eyes - such an unusual colour, like the last embers of a campfire.

"Did you get into this by yourself, or did your Dom leave you here as punishment?" the firefighter asked, deadpan.

"Myself... I'll have you know that I am exceptionally well-behaved and don't get punished often," Jaskier retorted. "So, don't worry. I'm not breaking any rules by calling for your help. And it isn't some sort of dramatic humiliation play. Trust me, the humiliation is very real and very much a turn-off at the moment."

Another chuff of laughter and Jaskier wondered whether it was immoral to lie to a firefighter... because the humiliation was melting away into a definite yearning. And christ he needed to get laid. He often developed strong attractions and crushes, but it had been a while since he had found someone quite so alluring. He blamed the lingerie... feeling pretty often led to him feeling horny.

"So... are you going to help me get out of this mess, Mr..." Jaskier prompted, looking for a name badge.

"Save the 'Mister' for your Dom, just call me Geralt."

"Yes, Mister Geralt," Jaskier winked, earning a raised brow.

There was a long moment where Jaskier was convinced that Geralt would just leave and claim that the call had been a false alarm or something. But instead, Geralt shook his head and smiled. He straighted his posture and walked around to the other side of the stocks, pacing back and forth. Jaskier couldn't stop himself from swaying his hips just slightly, but it seemed as though his efforts were wasted, given that Geralt appeared at his side a moment later with the key in hand.

"It was under the desk, behind your... belongings," Geralt explained, intentionally being vague about the considerably sized box of toys, treats and outfits.

"Woops..." Jaskier answered, genuine embarrassment mixing with the excitement and making his cheeks feel feverishly hot. "See anything you liked in there?"

Geralt didn't answer, simply undid the padlock at the side of the stocks and lifted the heavy wooden beam up so that Jaskier could stand. His back ached from the severe angle of the stocks and his ribs were bruised slightly on his left side, but it could have been a lot worse.

"Thank you, Geralt. I really do appreciate it," he offered, more sincere now that he wasn't in quite such an embarrassing position.

"No problem... and here," Geralt started, writing a number down on a piece of scrap paper before handing it to Jaskier. "If you ever get stuck in anything like this again, give me a call. If I'm on duty, I'll come and let you out. If not... well, then, I won't be legally required to remain professional."

Jaskier stared at the number for a moment, taking in the fireman's meaning. Then he gasped and looked up at him, a slow grin creeping over his features. "Duly noted, Geralt. Let's hope I don't get myself into any intentional predicaments, huh?"

"Let's hope," Geralt smirked, tipping a two-fingered salute as he walked towards the door.

The next time Jaskier set himself up in the stocks, he threw the key away on purpose.

[wxldchxld]

[ What is Beck's worst fear as an adult? Does her magic react to her fears and instincts or is it all purposeful? How does Beck feel about other magic users?

In our verse, where does Beck run off to from time to time when life in the Tower and the city in general gets to be too much? What is Beck's honest opinion of Nat's job? What could Nat do to make her leave, and why does Beck want to stay, aside from them being soulmates (if there is a reason at all)? ]

What is Beck's worst fear as an adult?

I’d say it’s a toss up? Beck has two major driving fears. 

The first is very straight forward and that’s that she is terrified of losing a familiar again. The pain she suffered witnessing Dawnbreaker’s death is the worst she’s ever felt, and she genuinely doesn’t believe she would survive the death of another familiar. 

The second is living her life in a cage or under anyone’s thumb. Beck spent half her life being controlled and locked up, desperately fighting to be herself while being brutally punished for it. So one day she learned to unlock doors and break binding spells, she learned to run, and in running she found freedom. It didn’t matter if that meant an empty stomach or a night out in the rain. And one of her greatest fears is having that taken away from her. 

There’s a very finite amount of time Beck will tolerate people locking her up (like I have verses where she’s been arrested for certain periods of time). But eventually she’ll lose control of herself and find a way to escape. If she can’t escape... things will get bloody. Even toward people she knows and loves.

Does her magic react to her fears and instincts or is it all purposeful?

Her magic is very emotion and intuition based, so yes, it can happen involuntary. In a dangerous situation her effort is spent restraining herself and using her magic strategically, not in mustering up the spells themselves. As a feral witch (aka an incarnation of the Earth/Nature spirit my witches come from) the power will always come, but sometimes the control doesn’t. 

I will say generally Beck is very in control of her magic in her human form. The worst you might get is like, if you startle her she might shift without thinking and then be like “oh shit sorry” or like, if you have animals around, they will naturally listen to her emotions and heed them. So you might have a trusty dog that you’ve kept for years and all the sudden he’s snapping a hand off because he is sensing her fear/anger/etc.

In other forms it is harder for Beck to control herself, therefore it’s harder for her to control her magic. And how in control she is in depends on the form. As a fox or a cougar, she can maintain the same level of control as a human, but as a horse, despite mastering the form as a little girl, she’s still very much at the mercy of her emotions. It’s kind of a running joke that you don’t jump on Beck as a horse because she will take off running, and then her magic will respond naturally, making her run impossibly fast and for way longer than a horse should. So it really depends.

How does Beck feel about other magic users?

Depends on the species and the kind of magic they’re using. Other witches are usually pretty ok with Beck, even if they aren’t the same kind of witch she comes from. From there things can get rocky. She tends to get on well with gnomes and trolls she comes across. Once she had a dalliance with a mermaid. Werewolves it really depends on the kind. Vampires are usually something she stays far away from unless they’re the sort that don’t eat people.

In like Marvel where the MCU is trying to say Wanda is an actual witch I would say Beck would be pretty ok with the premise of a witch being artificially made by an infinity stone, even if she doesn’t know what that is. But in reality she’d probably give a HARD side eye to Wanda because of the choices she’s made with that magic. Whether or not she could get past her own worries and moral qualms with mind control is---questionable.

What I will say is people like Thor or Loki in the MCU that pull that “magic is actually just like science” bullshit are not ok with Beck. Because she practices magic that is not at all like science. It cannot be wielded by anyone who learns spells or comes to an understanding of it. Witches are born or they’re made by other witches, and my magic system is VERY different from Marvel. While I’m happy to allow it to coexist with my lore system, I will not go with Marvel canon when it comes to magic because frankly it’s a mess. So I just have Beck be like “no you’re stupid and you don’t understand actual magic.”

In our verse, where does Beck run off to from time to time when life in the Tower and the city in general gets to be too much?

Ooof Nat might not love this answer. So I imagine at nights since Grani can’t/won’t be dragged into a city with her, Beck travels through the spirit realm and materializes wherever Grani is as a horse and they spend the night running around and being feral horses. It’s probably the only time she gets to really spend with him, which is a major strain on her in general because witches can’t indefinitely be away from their familiars it causes them pain. So it’s a good compromise. 

But especially while they’re living in the tower Beck will probably take long trips. Like if Nat goes somewhere undercover or something and when this happens Beck will go---anywhere? You really can’t know. She disappears into the woods or the canyons or prairies or sometimes even travels north to run along the polar ice of the arctic as a snow white bear. She’ll travel to places on the Earth the non-magical folks aren’t even aware of, places hidden from maps and outside eyes since the dawn of civilization. 

If we’re talking about like short breaks like “Jesus this place is too much and I need to breathe” she’ll probably turn into a hawk and fly out of the city to whatever wide open space and clean air she can find. Once her mother is no longer a threat (Idk if they’ll still be in the tower or not) she may go see her grandmother or Cora or visit one of her friends. Dori and Frankie both live in NYC itself, and so does Harper (they’ll probably be good friends by that time), and Jari lives just outside of NYC so like, visiting them and being with people who are like minded would really help.

What is Beck's honest opinion of Nat's job?

sdfgdsfgsdfg Don’t tell Nat but she thinks it’s dumb. She doesn’t get why anyone wants to risk their lives for mortals that don’t give 2 shits whether they live or die. She doesn’t trust SHIELD, she barely likes any of the Avengers, and she’d be very relieved and happy if Nat all told them to go fuck themselves and moved away with her to a farm in Montana. 

Like, even if someone were to be like “well by helping protect the world she’s also protecting you” Beck would just be like “I don’t think I’d care much about dying because I’d be too dead to be bothered, but I do think being forced to live every day without the woman I loved knowing she died a horrific death of self sacrifice for people I don’t think matter would rot me away on the inside so...”

What could Nat do to make her leave?

Hmmmmm. Beck’s pretty determined to stay... But like, Beck really struggles tbh. Nat isn’t great at giving her the validation she so desperately needs from a partner. And that’s because of her own trauma, so once Beck knows that she tries to be more forgiving. But it is emotionally very hard on her to not feel like Nat is as into her as she is into Nat. I don’t know if that’s enough to make her leave.

Over all I don’t think Nat would ever say something so intentionally cruel to make Beck pack her bags and go for good, but over the years if Nat never starts to open up and reciprocate the kind of affection Beck needs she may eventually leave for someone willing to give her that (which, I’m sorry, it would probably be Harper), or also a little more likely, Beck might just go feral. Which is essentially her death. Because I feel like if she felt like even her soul mate couldn’t love her that she would truly believe she had no place with people and it would be easy just to wander off into the forest and merge with the spirit she came from. Which is, essentially the death of the individual of Beck, even if technically she lives on.

Why does Beck want to stay, aside from them being soulmates (if there is a reason at all)?

But all of that is near impossible based off of what we’ve discussed and how Nat has reacted thus far. 

Nat’s big selling point is that she has no interest of taming Beck or making her behave a certain way. Her whole life has been a series of “no” and “stop” and “why can’t you just be this way.” And I think especially once Nat knows that, she will empathize personally because of all she’s been through. So while she’ll probably be like “please stop chewing up Tony’s stuff and stealing everything that isn’t nailed down” I don’t think she’s going to ever really try to like, seriously try to change Beck. 

Another thing Nat has going for her is that, believe it or not, I actually think they have a lot in common? Maybe not on the face of it, but as far as like, suffering trauma as children and feeling estranged from people/displaced. I feel like they both enjoy nature and (tho Idk for certain about Nat) traveling.

It’s going to take a lot of work and compromise for them to work, and Beck knows that. I feel like the biggest reason she stays is because she believes and wants for it to work between them.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Quarantine fun times and tickles; Joe Mazzello x reader

*Author’s note*

As many of us in the BoRhap fandom know from Joe’s recent video, I couldn’t help but make a fanfic inspired from that video that just makes me smile from ear to ear. In light of these dark times, esp. when states or countries are officially going on FULL lockdown isolation. But I hope in light of the events going on in the world, this fic gives you guys some fluffy feels. Just side note I DO NOT OWN any of the shows mentioned here, they belong to their owners and stations.

Taglist:

@psychosupernatural​

@plethora-of-things​

@waddles03​

@queendeakyy​

@geek-and-proud​

@simonedk​

@kairosfreddie​

@soy-guey​

@ixchel-9275​

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​

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With this whole Corona quarantine putting everyone in isolation, I was thankful that my boyfriend of over 3 years Joe Mazzello was home again.  He was doing some film with my favorite childhood actress Ashley Tisdale (of course he wouldn’t tell me the name of the project, just something having to do with ducks and them up in a farm).  But now the project has been put on hold and now Joe and I were stuck at home just doing whatever.

I was currently sitting down in the living room watching the Ridiculousness weekend marathon that MTV is doing every weekend in order to keep everyone inside.  The show was one of my guilty pleasures cause it’s the only show on MTV I watch.  

Yeah they do some of the gross stuff like puking or farts, but they also do some really funny, epic or cute videos (and those are what I love).

I just saw a video of a man trying to leap up on a trashcan and he managed to successfully jump up on top of it and not fall through.  But when his friend tried to do the same trick, his feet went right through the lid and he as well as the trashcan fell over and he slammed his back right on the concrete.

“Ohh! Ow! He is not Elf material.”

“Too much weight.” Both Steelo and Channel said and I nodded in agreement.  

“Definitely too much weight. That guy was definitely not Elf material. Too much force on his knees when he did the jump.” It was then I heard the muffled shouts of my boyfriend coming up from our room.  “Oh dear, he’s at it again.”

I forced myself off the couch and walked up the stairs and as I got closer to the bedroom, I heard Joe’s voice proclaimed.

“CAN’T TELL THE DIFFERENCE CAN YAH?! I’ll just wear this to auditions. Perfect. THANKS FOR NOTHING!!!” I opened the door and I said.

“Have you finally cracked under the pressure of quarantine again Joey?”

“Baby no I’m making a Youtube video for my channel.” He answered.

“Oh shit I’m sorry.”

“Hey no swearing missy! This is a family show! Folks I’d like to introduce you to someone you know, my lovely lady (y/n). Yeah everybody there’s my gorgeous girl right there.” He turned his camera right at me and I shyly ducked my face into my hands and gave the camera a wave.

“Please tell me you aren’t live streaming right now.”

“Nah I’m just gonna upload it later on.” He set the camera back down and I sat down on the bed and said.

“What’s got you to upset this time? I could hear you screaming from downstairs.”

“Not intentionally mad. Just—tell me and be honest. Do I really look like this stuffed animal broccoli thing?” he held up the bigger sized stuffed broccoli with the smiley face. “Cause a fan said this reminds them of me in Bohemian Rhapsody. And I thought the whole purpose of being a stan was to be nice to them. This qualifies as unattractive.”

He held it up to his face so that I could see if there was a resemblance between the two.  I put on my thinking face and stroked my imaginary beard before I deducted.

“Wow…..they’re right I can hardly tell the difference.”

“R-Really? You too? My god you—see even my own girlfriend turned against me! THANK YOU!!” he cried out.  I shook my head at my silly man before he deeply exhaled and said. “You know what, you deserve a broccoli punch.”

“Oh no!”

“Oh yeah.” He said with a quick nod and had an evil look on his face.

“Joe I love you but I swear to god if you do this there will be no more texting Ben in the group chats for a month.”

“I normally would act all dramatic and plead and beg for you not to do that. But I feel too betrayed to succumb to that.” He grabbed the bigger sized broccoli and I quickly raced out of the room.

But Joe quickly intercepted me and threw me over his shoulder.  I shrieked and repeatedly punched his back.

“Joseph Francis Mazzello III you put me down this minute! Put me down or you will suffer the consequences!” he flipped me over onto the bed and got on top of me.  He grabbed both my wrists and held them up over my head before changing his grip from both hands to just one holding my wrists together.

Then with no warning or even a chance to have me take back my statement, Joe went ahead and gave me one of his infamous ‘broccoli punches’.

“Joe! JOE WAHAHAHAHIHEHEHT! NOOO!!!”

“Nope you must suffer a broccoli punch. Each accounting for your age.”

“WHAT!? YOU’LL DO THIS ALL DAY THEN!!! YOU COUNT SLOW!!!”

“Oh-ho another insult? Well then I’d say we double them then.”

“NOOOOO!! OKAY! OKAY! OKAY I’M SORRY! UNCLE! UNCLE!” He stopped and his face hovered over mine.

“You gonna surrender?”

“Yes.”

“And you take back what you said about me looking like that gross vegetable?”

“Can I just say one thing?”

“If it’s negative, you’re gonna get raspberries on your tummy for five straight minutes. No stopping.” I cupped his face and said.

“The only thing that’s similar between you guys, besides the top head of it when you had the floofy wig, is that both of you have this wide, dazzling, adorable smile.” He looked down at me with an unreadable expression.

But then a split second later, he leaned down and captured my lips with his.  I stroked his scruffy cheek and kissed him back with a little more passion.  I softly moaned as I moved my hand through his messy auburn hair.  His kisses then moved up and down the right side of my neck, getting around my sweet spot (cause I’m more sensitive on the right side of my neck than my left. And Joe LOVES to exploit that).

I felt his hand go under my shirt slowly sliding up as he continued to kiss up and down my neck.  I exhaled a moan and that’s when my attention was sent right to the camera that was still recording.

“Wait. Wait Joe, Joey, Joey!” I said snapping out of it trying to get him off of me.

“What?” he groaned impatiently.

“The camera’s still recording.” I said to him. He turned towards it and made one of those goofy surprise noises he sometimes makes as he quickly raced over towards it and shut it off.  I giggled in embarrassment. “Oh thank god you were not live streaming.”

“Yeah. But on one hand we could relive that moment forever and ever.”

“And on another note, you and I would be jobless.” I sassed him back.

“Good point. Plus I don’t want any perverts looking at your body. The only one allowed to do that is me.” I chuckled and rolled my eyes as him as I threw the smaller broccoli stuffy at him. “Rude much babe!”

“Then stop saying silly stuff!” I said.  “Other than that, let me see what else the fans have given you.”

“Oh well I know how much you like Russian nesting dolls, so I got this custom made Bohemian Rhapsody nesting doll.” He then showed me what a fan had made him.

“Oh my god.” We sat there on the bed and I held it in my hands. “Of course Rami being the main display, let’s see whose next.” I opened it up and there was Gwilym in his Oscar’s suit.

“You got your Gwilym, my buddy.”

“Yep one of your lovers.” I teased.

“Hey, you know you’re my number 1.”

“Really? I thought that was Ben Cardy.”

“Well—” I shoved his shoulder. “I’m kidding! It’s you. It’s always been you, it’s always gonna be you.” I smiled at him before turning back to the nesting doll.  Next was Ben in his Oscar white suit, wearing his shades and his lips pursed in that “Ooo” fashion.  “And finally you have…..” I opened it up and the smallest doll was my baby Joey.

“You. The heart and soul of the movie.”

“Yep. Me. Inside—of Ben.”

“Ugh gross Joe!” I groaned out.

“Pervert. You’re just as bad as them!” he gestured to the camera.

“You seriously need to think before you speak Joey. Cause I swear…..GAHHH NO NOT AGAIN!!!” he tackled me to the bed and proceeded to tickle my stomach once again.  He even gave the right side of my neck raspberries and ticklish nips.

“Take it back. Take it back.” He ordered me.

“I TAKE IT BACK!! I TAKE IT BAHAHAHACK!!” I proclaimed which made him stop and look down at me. “Why do you always have to tickle me in order to get me to agree with you?”

“Cause it’s fun.” He shrugged nonchalantly.  “And it makes your cuteness factor go way up.” He said as he rose his arm up over his head to show me just how much my cuteness factor is.

“You’re a dork.”

“But I’m your dork. Whom you love and treasure and will never upset because he knows your weakness.” He said as he nuzzled his nose into my neck and squeezed my sides which made me shriek and him chuckle evilly.

“Please Joey no more tickling.” I whined as I pouted up at him.

“Okay no more for today.” He pecked my lips before playfully booped my nose.  We smiled at each other as his nose would gently brush up against mine. “So what shall we do today?”

“You not gonna finish your video for your fan gifts?”

“I’ll finish it later. Besides I’ll need to cut out that brief PG-13 make out session.”

“Yes please do.”

“So since I heard you laughing and groaning downstairs that could only mean you were watching the Ridiculousness marathon. May I join you?”

“You may good sir. Then afterwards we can catch you up on the Marvel movies.”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes. I gotta get you on Team Cap before you watch Civil War.”

“Sorry babe, I’m Team Ironman all the way. And I haven’t even watched all of them or in order.”

“Traitor why though!?” I whined.

“Can’t go wrong with RDJ, he’s a legend. How can you turn your back on him? Rami did a freakin movie with him just this year!”

“Yeah but Steve made some good points in the film that you’ll understand. I will convert you to Team Cap by the end.”

“Yeah right.” We got up from the bed as the two of us continued to bicker about who was better Cap or Ironman as we went downstairs and a new episode of Ridiculousness was starting up.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

The Heart Wants What It Wants

Fandom: Marvel (College AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GenderNeutral!Reader

Summary: Bucky spends a few days trying to decide what to do concerning you and him and him and Dot. This is what he decides to do.

A/N: part 2 to And The Heart Grows Fonder

“I fucking knew it!” Bucky winces as Dot yells at him, “I asked you if something was going on between you two and you said no! You fucking liar!” 

Bucky shook his head, abruptly shooting up to stand chest to chest with Dot, “I didn’t lie,” he sneers, “There wasn’t anything going on between Y/N and I. It wasn’t until very recently that I’ve realized my feelings for them.”

Dot scoffs, swiping a strand of her blonde hair over her shoulder and crossing her arms over her chest. She was livid. She knew after getting together with Bucky and watching him interact with you, there was something going on. Whether you two realized it or not, there was a bond, a connection between you and Bucky, one that Dot couldn’t even come close to, no matter how hard she tried. 

Despite the hard stares and the heavy breaths, Bucky spoke softly, “I didn’t mean for this to happen, Dot. You gotta believe me. I wouldn’t intentionally hurt you like this. You know I’m not that type of person. I’m sorry it took us getting into a relationship to realize that this isn’t what I want, that you’re not what I want.”

The truth. She could see it in his eyes. There’s emotion swirling behind them, it’s not some empty abyss, deep and dark and numb. There’s regret. There’s hurt. There’s meaning. 

Dot is an emotional person, often lashing out instead of thinking logically. But she stands there and thinks. She wants to remain upset, remain angry. She wants to remain hurt that Bucky, with his charming smile and luring words, has come to realize that she’s not perfect to him like he is to her. 

But the heart wants what it wants. 

“I forgive you.”

Three simple words with so much meaning, make Bucky take a step back in surprise, “You-You forgive me?”

She nods, arms that were once crossed over her chest lower to wrap around her stomach. She’s protecting herself, “I’m upset, yes. I-I thought we were doing so well and I thought this would last longer a lot more than it did, but I understand.” she shrugs, “You can’t help who you fall for, Bucky.”

Relief. Complete relief and unburdened was what Bucky felt from Dot’s words. He let out a grateful sigh and pulled his now ex-girlfriend into a hug, “Thank you,” he presses a kiss to her cheek and then pulls back, a soft smile on his face, “And I really did like you, Dot.”

She sighs, dejected and emotionally tired, “I know. Now go talk to Y/N.”

“I will.” He walks out of Dot’s apartment, a weight lifted off his shoulders. Now onto the next task: find you and talk to you.

_________

Yeah, not an easy task Bucky now realizes. For hours, he’s been wandering campus looking for you. You won’t answer his calls or reply to his text messages. You don’t answer his facetime requests and he’s becoming more and more hopeless. He thought things were going to be okay, but he’s not so sure. 

Above him, the sky grumbles and the grey clouds roll in. He has no match against the angry skies above because as soon as he starts to pick up his pace, it begins to downpour. And out of all days, he decided to walk to campus instead of driving or taking his bike. Just great. 

Cold. Wet. Dejected. Bucky stuffs his cold hands into the jacket of his leather jacket and begins to head to your apartment. It was closer than his anyway and maybe, just maybe, you’ll be kind enough to let him in. 

As he walks down the sidewalk, mentally going over the list of places he’s checked and hasn’t checked for you, he hears his name. 

“Bucky!” Is-Is that your voice? “Bucky!” Okay, is he going crazy or is he hearing- “Bucky!” you roll up beside him in your car, window low enough for you to speak through to him, “Why’re you walking in the rain?!” your beautiful eyes are wide with worry. 

He can’t help but chuckle to himself, “Would you believe that I’ve actually been running all over campus looking for you?”

He sees you sigh and lean back into your seat. You unlock your car, “Get in.” You don’t need to ask him twice as he swiftly hops into your car.

“Sorry if I-”

“It’s fine. It’s just water,” you mutter, focusing on the road ahead instead of the dripping wet man in your passenger’s seat, “You can come to mine to dry off and wait out the rain.”

He breathes out a thank you and settles in his seat. One step at a time, Bucky.

__________________

Another step close, Bucky thinks as he’s sitting in your apartment, with a warm, new set of clothes on and a cup of hot chocolate in his hand. When you sit on the couch, some distance away, that’s when he really speaks up.

“Thank you, for the ride and the clothes and the hot cocoa and, well, not leaving me out in the rain.”

You give him a shrug, “You’re welcome. No big deal.”

“It is,” he insisted, “Especially since...since you made it clear you don’t wanna be around me anymore.”

You sighed, looking down at your own mug of hot cocoa, “That’s not true,” you feel his gaze shift from grateful to confusion, “I always want to be around you, Bucky.”

You feel the couch cushion dip as he scoots closer to you, “Then why have you been avoiding me? Why ignore me if-”

“Because I can’t stand seeing someone else be yours when-when I want them to be me, when I should be yours.” your voice is so small, so vulnerable and you hate feeling so small and vulnerable. You wish the couch could just swallow you up forever. 

“If you’re saying what I think you’re saying, please, Y/N, let me hear it. I deserve it for all the pain you’ve caused me.”

You can’t help but snort at Bucky’s dramatics, but you say it anyway, “I love you, Bucky. I’m in love with you.” You don’t meet his eyes when you say those words. You can’t bare to see the pity and rejection. You can’t-

“I love you too.” Your eyes dart up to meet his and there’s no mischief behind them. They’re soft and gentle, like they always are when he looks at you, “I always have, but I guess I was too stupid and blind to realize it. And when I did, it was too late. I was with Dot and you’re with Scott-”

“I’m not dating Scott. He’s just been keeping me company since you’re dating Dot-”

“I’m not dating Dot anymore. We broke up.”

“Oh.”

Bucky’s hand gently moves towards yours, resting on top, “So...Scott was basically my proxy, eh? How’d he do?”

You laugh, a genuine laugh, one that he’s missed for weeks now, “A very shitty one. He’s a great person, it’s just-he’s not you.”

His heart warms at the sound of those words. Seems like you missed him as much as he missed you, “No one’s better than me, babe.”

You snort, “Tell me about it.” you both giggle and he squeezes your hand a bit, which makes you sigh, “So...what now?”

“I think you owe me some missed movie nights,” he says with a smirk and you have half a mind to push him off the couch.

“Bucky, come on, seriously. We just confessed that we’re in love with each other, things will change now.”

He shakes his head, “No, they won’t, not really. We’ll still hang out and talk everyday and we’ll have our movies nights, except they’ll be more of date nights now. And I’m warning you now, babe, I’m gonna start being real cheesy now that I know you love me.”

You playfully groaned, “Oh God, can I take back everything I said?”

Bucky shook his head with a smile, “Nope. Besides, whether you take ‘em back or not, you can’t stop the heart from wanting what it wants. And, babe, your heart soooo wants me.”

You shove Bucky off the couch then, your laughter that Bucky missed so much filling the room, “You’re a dork, Bucky Barnes.”

And he smiles right back up at you, “Your dork now, babe.”

[tinytony-snack]

Boy bands and movie marathon

[Superhusbands, superfamily, omegaverse, making-out, fluff & smut]

~~~

A two-day mission wasn’t the longest time he spent far from home, however coming back felt strangely like returning after an entire month of radio silence. Every hour he spent without his family was wrong under many aspects, especially during cold days, when all he wanted was to wrap his arms around his Omegas and little Alpha, cuddling with them while watching a kid movie—he almost forgot any other movies still existed.

The only thought made his chest warmer, like only a sweet kiss from Tony, or a good sip of hot chocolate, could do.

He entered the new Avengers compound and slid his shield off his shoulders, setting it aside on the floor. Sometimes also Captain America could be a little messy, by leaving the shield anywhere, or the dirty dishes in the sink, or putting coffee grounds in the disposal. Nothing that Tony didn’t know already.

The air inside was warm, the atmosphere peaceful; it was pretty soon in the morning, shortly after dawn, and a Sunday no less. A lazy day by textbook, that even Sam and Nat were probably still asleep or quietly reading a book, and they were the most morning people of the team, after himself.

With his mind and body already relaxing at the idea of getting into bed near his husband, Steve stepped into the living room of their quarters, only to stop again, that time surprised by what he saw.

Tony wasn’t sleeping in their bed, curled on Steve’s side, his face pressed on Steve’s cushion, fluffy bed-hair sprawled everywhere. He was crouched on one sofa, working on the StarkPad, wearing a big blue sweater that was falling down one of his shoulder—definitely not one of his own—comfy, old sweatpants and a pair of socks with a pattern made by little Steve’s shields.

The Alpha’s gaze laid immediately on him, beaming in the view that was his mate covered by his own clothes; Tony was a thief, that’s been clear since the beginning of their relationship, and even after many years of marriage Steve still felt his possessive side being teased by it.

Tony looked back at him, his brown eyes sparkled when he saw the Alpha. He couldn’t get up though, his movements were limited by a blonde head resting on his lap, and by another bigger body curled around his sister and half pressed against Tony’s side. Their children were sleeping on him, wearing their favorite Captain Marvel and War Machine footie pajamas.

Steve memorized the scene, to draw them exactly like that, a warm image of the loving Stark-Rogers family.

“Welcome back,” his husband whispered, tilting his head in that adorable way that made Steve wanting to kiss him all over.

“Hey Omega. What’s happening here?” He kept his voice down too, looking sweetly at their two sleepy children. The more they grew, the more their sleep became light, just like the both of them. Steve was sure his Omega was holding his charming purrs to avoid waking them up.

He walked closer to the couch, stepping out of his shoes along the way, just to be stopped by the finger Tony held up in front of them.

“Don’t sat on my couch with your dirty clothes,” he warned, putting aside the StarkPad.

Steve rolled his eyes but stopped, for the moment, to undress from his work suit. Tony loved his furniture.

“Yesterday I told the kids you were coming home early. They woke me up one hour ago, begging me to let them stay awake until your arrival,” the Omega explained, gently moving one of Mary’s blonde lock away from her gracious face.

Steve’s heart melted. He took a deep breath of his family’s scent, looking at them with the most devoted gaze. He was the luckiest man on earth; his family was beautiful, they made him happy, and cherished, they were everything he always wished he could have when he was only a young soldier, but didn’t think it could really happen.

“I appreciate the effort,” he joked lightly, his voice shaking a little. “You should go back to sleep too, honey”

Tony shook his head, resting it against the back of the sofa. “I prefer what I’m doing now,” he said with a smirk, desire coming out of his eyes as he was ogling at Steve’s massive body. “Mmm yes, slowly,” he murmured, slightly parting his lips.

Steve restrained a chuckle, but did as Tony ordered, gradually unzipping the suit from the back. It was very innocent considering the things they did together… or to each other, but the Alpha’s chest raised with pride in being desired by his beloved Omega, and he released a low, deep rumble.

Tony’s eyes opened wide, not in awe but preoccupied, knowing that once the kids were awake, nothing could’ve made them sleep again, until night. Steve froze, with his suit open but still on, then his mouth curved into a bright smile.

“Pops!” Mary chirped, lifting her head and looking stunned at her dad. Peter followed her right after, opening his chocolate eyes and smiling excited. “You’re back!”

“Hi there, miss scientist,” he greeted Mary, scooping her up as she left her spot on the couch to throw herself at him. “Morning baby boy,” he said to Peter, who circled his waist with his arms and pressed his chin against his stomach, looking up first with a sunny smile, that was all Tony’s, then it became a little pout with a frown. Most of his facial expressions were all Tony’s, really.

“I’m not a baby,” he answered, as Steve placed one hand on his head, ruffling more his bed-hairs.

“Yes, you are, Petey,” the young Alpha responded seriously, while also climbing her Pops. Steve wasn’t sure why she always did that, trying to get over his shoulders or his head, it was just funny and sort of cute. His cute little monkey.

“You’re both babies, that’s it. Now that the case is closed, let your father be a good husband and kiss me properly,” Tony got up and hugged both Steve and Peter—since he was still attached to the big Alpha—making a comic kissy face.

“Ew,” both the kids whined, Mary curved against Steve’s shoulder, with her upper body dangling from his back and her feet almost kicking Tony’s face.

Steve growled playfully, planting a rather loud kiss on his Omega’s lips and blocking Mary’s legs before she could hurt him.

“So bossy,” he whispered, with his mouth still pressed against Tony’s.

“You missed me,” the Omega retorted laughing, a sound that filled Steve’s heart with more love. He should’ve always laughed; it made his eyes wrinkle at the corners, and the cheerful smile took the Alpha’s breath away.

“Papa, guess what Ned and I did last Friday!” Peter exclaimed to obtain his attention.

“Let’s see, have you two… been to space? Joined an alien boy band?” He faked thinking about it, while circling Tony’s thin waist with the arm that wasn’t holding Mary’s legs. His mate pressed himself against Steve’s side, nuzzling on his cheek while purring low and steady. They could’ve spent hours wrapped around each other like that, talking and laughing with their kids.

“Noo,” Peter giggled, like his dad was really silly. Then he halted, looking up again with a questioning look. “Do aliens play music? Could we join their bands?”

“Absolutely not,”

“We’ll ask aunt Nebula,”

Steve and Tony answered, then exchanged two very different looks.

“Don’t put those kinds of ideas in my son’s head,” Tony threatened him, trying to glare, but still looking all soft and cute.

“Then what did you guys do?” For the sake of his marriage, Steve followed his instincts and didn’t press more on the other topic.

“We stayed up past midnight, watching a Star Wars movie running!” The little Omega squeaked, looking so excited for doing something for the first time.

“Don’t you mean a movie marathon?” Tony snorted, looking down to pet his son’s hair with Steve. Peter nodded, pressing back with his little head, making their hearts squeezing when he purred.

“Uh, you’re a big Omega then, staying up ‘til late with your friend,” Steve praised, his voice soft, coaxing his family with a gentle rumble from his throat.

“I got A for my art project,” Mary interrupted, kicking lightly again to move from her current position.

“Easy there, monkey,” Steve helped her sliding down to sit on his arm, then she got two kisses on her forehead and cheek from both of her dads. “And great job, I knew you’d make it.”

“Does that mean I can join the alien band too?” She asked, pulling off her best round puppy look, that she totally didn’t learn from him.

“Daddy and I will talk about it,” Steve answered, before Tony could react again. His Omega gave him a severe look, mouthing a ‘no’ without saying it.

“I’m hungry,” Peter announced, just when the Alpha was leaning down to kiss Tony again. He couldn’t resist the Omega when he acted sternly.

“Go with your sister in the kitchen and get the ingredients for pancakes, we’ll be there in a moment,” Steve instructed them, putting Mary on the ground.

That got him two excited squeaks, and an involuntary purring from his still slightly upset husband. Tony loved when he used the Captain’s voice, and he might or might not have done it intentionally.

He opened his mouth, but Tony shushed him. “Are you willing to risk adding something else that could put you in more troubles?”

Steve thought about it for a moment, gazing in his Omega’s smug eyes. They weren’t fighting, but that little argument was keeping them from having some other kind of quality time together, and after two days he needed more than chaste touches.

Instead of answering, he circled Tony’s waist with both arms making him bend over, following right after, kissing him properly.

The Omega muffled a surprised moan, but followed his lead smoothly, intertwining his long fingers through blonde hairs. After a long, innocent yet very affectionate kiss, Tony’s mouth opened for him, and Steve bit down at his bottom lip, harder enough to make him yelp, before sliding inside with his tongue, swallowing the delightful sigh.

They separated only for the time of a breath, diving back in the second after. That time though, Steve’s hands went down and insideTony’s pants, to take a full handful of his gorgeous ass, earning another pleasant moan that escaped the Omega’s wide opened lips.

Steve felt the familiar fabric of his mate’s underwear, he stroked the fancy, delicate lacy and Tony kneed when the Alpha squeezed him tighter, kneading at the hot flesh of his ass. “I did miss you,” the Alpha let out in a growl, lifting him up with one quick jerk.

“Me too, Alpha” Tony answered out of breath, panting heavily, his legs going around Steve’s waist automatically and a rush of wet coating his tights.

Steve rubbed noses with the sweet Omega in a fond motion, waiting for Tony’s lungs to fill with some air again, and when he rumbled in his ear, he felt his mate melting against his body, purring until the Alpha bent to devour him again.

“Sweet, perfect Omega,” he murmured, nuzzling at Tony’s cheek, squeezing his ass, while his mate got to work on his neck, nibbling and licking to the soft spot. Steve rocked his hips, pressing against Tony’s own hard flesh, and they both moaned loudly, like two horny teenagers that couldn’t control their instincts.

“You smell incredibly, I can feel how wet you are for me-”

“Dad, Pops! Are you coming?” Peter’s voice made them groan and growl in disapproval, but Tony didn’t stop leaving a trail of warm kisses up to his jaw, purring louder to keep the Alpha’s focus all for himself.

“Settle,” Steve forced the word out, his hands leaving their favorite place to land on Tony’s hips.

“Alpha,” he whined, but doing as his Alpha commanded, pressing his forehead against Steve’s shoulder. They both huffed and sighed, but there weren’t much they could do.

“It’s still very early,” Tony commented, exhaling again, while Steve strolled toward the kitchen, carrying the Omega with him. “There are high chances they’ll be asleep again for a couple more hours, if we can stuff them with as many pancakes as possible.”

“They aren’t turkeys, you know?” Steve smiled, sniffing Tony’s scent. God, it was a mix of love and sex, and he wanted nothing more than biting him.

“Oh, I know, but I also know they got your appetite. That’s tons of eggs, flour and milk,”

“And chocolate chips,” the Alpha added in agreement, before stopping to walk.

Tony raised his head and looked confused at the sudden halt, but all Steve could see were his red, swollen lips that he couldn’t wait to taste again, and again, and again.

“We’ll feed them, and then I will have my own breakfast,” he said suggestively, having no doubts Tony would’ve taken the hint. In fact, his Omega looked very interested, even as he tried to maintain a straight face.

“Well, what are you’re going to have, Captain?” He asked, with a voice as tempting as the fully kissable mouth that formed the words.

“You,” he said hoarsely, more of a growl than anything. “Pretty Omega, I’m gonna eat you out so well you’ll forget what day it is.”

Tony jumped, his mouth falling open on a gasp, and Steve took advantage of it, shoving his tongue past his lips, digging his fingers into his hips to keep him still, in a possessive streak.

“Let’s- Let’s make children… I mean food, let’s make it. Oh god, let’s make it,” and really, there weren’t anything more lovely than a flustered, rambling, mind blown Tony. Steve was finally at home.

[the--sad--hatter]

Operation Little Cupcake (Bucky x reader)

Sequel to - The Cupcake Hostage Situation and The Cupcake Hostage Situation: Phase Two

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU, DEADPOOL & X-MEN

WARNINGS - Smut, Pregnancy, Swearing

“I think I might be pregnant.”

 It shouldn’t have been scary, it should have been exciting. You were in a stable relationship after all. It had been over a year since Bucky had made his feelings clear, you were his girl, his and nobody else’s. It had been a year of stolen shirts and stolen kisses. You had kept the relationship a secret from the team as long as you could, not knowing that they all already knew.

That first night, when Bucky had hauled you through the corridors, Tony had sent the security footage to everyone. But the team liked to see you both sweat, sniggering everytime the two of you slipped into a closet thinking you hadn’t been noticed. Sam flirted relentlessly, even Steve got in on it.

 ~~~~~~~~~~One Year Ago~~~~~~~~~~

 “So hows the heat in your room? It working ok?” Steve leaned on the kitchen counter to ask you, smiling sweetly.

 “Yeah, you fixed it up nicely for me. Thanks Steve.” You said, biting down on a smirk.

 “Funny thing is, it shouldn’t have been broken in the first place. Friday runs all that.” He said coyly.

 “Huh, how about that?” You mumbled.

 “You know doll, if you wanted to spend time with me, you could have just asked.” Steve said, winking at you.

 You choked on your coffee, flustered and shocked by the sudden brazenness of The Captain.

 “What?” You squeaked.

 “Yeah, what?” Bucky asked, looking up from his newspaper.

 “Pretty dame asks you to fix her radiator… Even I can’t miss a signal like that.” Steve told him, smiling warmly at you.

 “I uhh, well, um…” You stammered.

 “So, can I take you out to dinner tonight?” Steve asked you.

 “No!” Bucky snarled.

 “She can answer for herself Buck.”

 “She doesn’t have to. I’m answering for her. No.” Bucky snapped.

 “Why does she need your permission all of a sudden” Steve demanded.

 “She… doesn’t. She can go, I just don’t think teammates should date, that’s all.” Bucky tried to cover.

 “He’s right Steve, I mean, your already so worried about us all when we’re on a mission. I wouldn’t want to distract you.” You agreed.

 “What makes you think you’re not already distracting me?” He shot back, smirking.

 You hadn’t even know that Steve was capable of giving an intentionally sexy smirk, usually he was unaware of his sexiness. It was always accidental, natural, not weaponized.

 “Oh god help us all.” You whispered in horror.

 “So tonight?” Steve pressed.

 “Hmm?” You asked distractedly.

 “She’s busy tonight! She promised to help me with something, it’s a therapy thing.” Bucky said smoothly, so smoothly in fact that you found yourself wracking your brain and trying to remember what you were supposed to be helping him with.

 “Well, some other time the.” Steve said disappointedly.

 “Sure Cap.” You agreed without thinking.

 As soon as Steve left the kitchen Bucky descended on you, pushing you against the wall.

 “Why did you agree  to that, you’re dating me.” He growled.

 “I like having options. Why’d you ruin my chances with Captain America??” You asked indignantly.

 He narrowed his eyes at you.

 “You know, I’ve been asked out a few times over the last few weeks, and then cancelled on….” You told him.

 “Is that so?” He said sarcastically.

 “I know you’re the one who’d been sabotaging all my dates, what I can’t figure out is why.” You huffed.

 “Because you are mine. You don’t go on dates with anyone else. Just me.” He dictated.

 “Oh, are we going steady now?” You laughed.

 “Damn straight.” He said firmly.

 “We should probably stop hiding it from everyone then?” You suggested.

 “Doll, they already know.” Bucky said, looking at you like you’d just asked him what 2 plus 2 was.

 “I know, why else would Steve ask me out.” You giggled.

 “So you went along with it why?” He asked lowly.

 You answered with an innocent smile and batted your eyelashes at him.

 “Minx.” He growled, pressing his body to yours.

 He kissed you breathless, right there in the kitchen.

 “Hey, we eat in here!” Sam objected from the doorway.

  ~~~~~~~~~~Today~~~~~~~~~~

 As happy and steady as you and Bucky were, you had always kind of conveniently skipped over the whole baby talk. You were Avengers, you were busy and in danger all the time. Children just didn’t fit into the whole saving the world gig.

 Except Clint managed it. So why couldn’t you?

 First though, you needed to know if it was true.

 “Ok Miss…. Stevie Barnes?” The doctor said, raising his eyebrows at the fake name.

 “That’s me.” You said coldly, daring him to question it.

 “Well Miss Barnes, let’s do a quick little test, see what we’re working with here.” He said, smiling calmly at you.

 You took a deep breath. You could do this. No matter what the result was, you could handle it.

 ~~~~~~~~~~

 He hadn’t seen you all day, he’d searched the whole damn compound for you but nothing.  It was unlike you to just disappear like this and he was starting to get anxious. He was minutes away from calling Steve and assembling the team when you finally walked into bedroom, ignoring him and flopping facedown on the mattress.

 “Where the hell have you been?” He snapped.

 “Out.”

 “Out where? I was worried!” He said indignantly.

 “Why? Because I was out from under your supervision for a couple of hours?” You said sarcastically.

 “Yes, that’s exactly why.” He said equally as sarcastically.

 “I was having an orgy at a biker bar in Hells Kitchen.” You said, rolling your eyes.

 “You think that’s funny?” He snarled.

 “Yes, actually I think it’s hilarious. That’s why I said it.”

 “What’s wrong with you today? You’re not usually like this.” He sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to you.

 “I… Bucky, where are we going? What are we doing?” You asked, rolling onto your back to look at him.

 “Going? Did you want to go somewhere?” He frowned.

 “I mean us, as a couple. This thing… is there a point to it?” You asked.

 “What kind of point? Doll, we’re together. We’re happy. You make me happy, that’s the point.” He said, smiling down at you.

 “I do?”

 “Yes. I didn’t think I would be this happy in my life but I am. You and me, we’re perfect. I wouldn’t want to change a damn thing.” He said seriously.

 “Oh.”

 “Oh? Do.. do you want to change it?” He asked, swallowing the sudden lump in his throat.

 “No, it’s just… I was at the doctors today.” You admitted.

 “Why? What’s wrong?” He demanded, suddenly on alert.

 His hands were poking and prodding at you gently, like he could figure out what was wrong himself.

 “Nothing, stop poking me you weirdo. I thought I was pregnant.” You said abruptly, shoving his hands away.

 He froze, all the colour draining from him.

 “Pregnant? He repeated.

 “Thought. I was wrong.” You clarified.

 “But, what, how?” He spluttered.

 “Well, remember last month when we let Steve cook that weird stew and it made me sick? I threw up right after I took the pill and I dunno how these things work I sort of just trust the doctors when they say it’ll keep me baby free but I’ve been feeling run down for the last few days and I remembered that and I started thinking, what if? So I went to a doctor and he did a test and I’m not pregnant thankfully but it still freaked me out and I just kept thinking about how much you were going to freak out, even though I was the one who was freaking out and why are you looking at me like that?” You rambled, noticing the wounded look on his face.

 “You thought you might be pregnant and you went to find out, without me?” He asked.

 “Well… Did I mention I was freaking out?” You repeated.

 “I should have been there.” He insisted.

 “Hindsight is a hell of a thing Barnes. I should have maybe mentioned it, yes. But… freaking out!” You exclaimed, gesturing to yourself.

 “I get it. Just, if something like this happens again, tell me?” He asked softly.

 “Scouts honour.” You said.

 “So… you’re not pregnant?” He confirmed.

 “Well I wasn’t when I left the doctors surgery but after my day with the bikers, who knows?” You snorted.

 “You’re still not funny.” He informed you.

 “Well now, you’re a liar.” You pouted.

 “You are however adorable.” He conceded.

 “Yes, I suppose I am. Well noticed.” You said haughtily.

 “You still feeling under the weather?” He asked in concern.

 “No, I think I was just tired. I’m fine now.” You assured him.

 “Good.” He growled lowly, a dark glint in his eye.

 He made sure you paid thoroughly for your jokes about the bikers.

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 Your pregnancy scare seemed to have awoken something in Bucky, something that was starting to concern you. It started with constant furtive glances at your stomach, when he thought you weren’t looking. Whenever he was stood behind you his hands would snake around your waist, folding over your stomach while he rested his chin on your shoulder. You woke up one night to find him spooning you, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your abdomen. He tried to act smooth about it, like there was nothing strange going on. When you walked into the kitchen and found him cradling a watermelon in the crook of his arm he panicked and flung it behind him, smashing it against the wall. You watched the red insides drip down the wall with a deadpan expression.

 “I think you killed it…” You told him, shaking your head in exasperation and walking back out of the room.

 When he started spending a strangely large amount of time in the reception, talking to Shelley the receptionist, you weren’t worried. You knew exactly why he was doing it.

 “Hey Shelley, how’s baby Mark?” You called, wandering over.

 Bucky looked shifty as you approached.

 “Oh he’s wonderful, I was just showing Sergeant Barnes here the photo’s I took this morning. Do you want to see them?” Shelley asked brightly, proudly showing her phone to you.

 You cooed over the photo’s of the little pink blob with it’s little tuft of hair and Bucky perked up, watching you curiously. His eyes narrowed and you could almost hear the gears in his head turning.

 It took three more weeks before he finally made a move.

 “Doll.” He whispered, shaking you awake.

 “Bucky, it’s 3am… Unless we’re being invaded again, kindly go away.” You mumbled into the pillow.

 “Doll, I want to have a baby.” He announced.

 “No shit Sherlock.” You grumbled.

 “What?”

 “Bucky, I love you but you’re about as subtle as Mjolnir to the face.” You said, sitting up and switching on the bedside lamp.

 “You knew?” He asked softly.

 “I figured it out about the time you started asking Clint how he came up with baby names.” You said, rolling your eyes fondly at him.

 “So what do you think?” He pushed.

 “Well, it’s a big decision. You have to be sure about this.” You told him.

 “I’m sure.” He said quickly.

 “It’ll take a lot of work, a lot of planning. You need to decide who you want to have a baby with first, I mean what gal are you gonna knock up?”

 “What?! You! I want to have your baby, I mean I want you to have my baby.” He protested, not noticing the shit-eating smirk on your face until after he’d spoken.

 “You’re cruel.” He muttered.

 “And yet you still want me to contribute 50% of my DNA to your spawn.” You said sweetly.

 “I do, god doll, I really do.” He said emphatically.

 “Are you sure Buck?” You asked seriously.

 “Completely.”

 “Ok, good!” You chirped happily, leaning down to fetch a huge binder from under the bed.

 “What. The. Hell?” He asked as you dumped it on his lap.

 “Well, I did some research. Everything from future home’s, to birthing methods. If we’re going to do this, we’ve got to do it right.” You said.

 He looked amazed, gaze flicking between you and the binder.

 “I love you.” He whispered.

 “I love you too.” You whispered back.

 He shoved the binder aside and pulled you onto his lap instead.

 “My baby’s having a baby.” He said, his whole face shining with joy.

 “Well, first you gotta put a baby in me, Sarge.” You snickered.

 “Oh, I can do that…” He smirked, nuzzling into your neck and nipping at the skin with his teeth.

 “But you haven’t read my research on fertilization!” You laughed.

 “I’m more of a hands on learner.” He told you.

 “I’m not even off the pill yet!” You shrieked as he rolled over so you were on your back, pinned underneath him.

 “Lets call these practice runs then.”

A/N - I’m feeling a lil broody, and this idea fit in with the Cupcake series and fufills a few requests... So, let’s get pregnant!!!

[bae-roman]

Can you do Fluff # 2, 5 & 7 for Roman and Bunny

“I missed you so much.” − 15 roman to Bunny

“OH you’re jealous!” − 5

“Have you always been this beautiful?”−4

“Nobody’s seen you in days.” − 11

“Why are you lying to me?” − 4

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.” −17

“Are you hurt?”“No”“Then why are there bruises all over your face?” − 16

“I’ve never told you that before.” − 8

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.” − 6

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” −2

“Please just kiss me already.” −7

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.” −1

sad HC with a happy ending 

Happy HC

Roman and Bunny in an argument

General Roman angst

Roman being shitty

Hey guyssssss

So, I WROTE A THING

We got fluff,we got angst, we got some happy shit, we got some sad shit,we got roman being an asshole and Roman being sweet AND because I love you all so so dearly, we even got a lil bit of S M U T.

I was not lying when I said I combined a shit ton of prompts in an attempt to clear out my inbox, so please indulge with me under the cut.

As always, feel free to like, reblog, comment and/or send me asks about it

*Since there were SO many requests included in this, I posted all the asks at the end of the post!

All of this would happen closer to the beginning of their relationship, before they actually began a full on relationship.

Roman was still coping with the fact that he had actual caring feelings for someone and his way of dealing with it was occasionally going AWOL for a bit. He would basically ignore her and pretend she didn’t exist until he realized he was being an idiot and shouldn’t push away the best thing in his life. Since this was at the beginning, before he was actually her boyfriend, she was more tolerant of this type of behaviour. She could tell through the way that he asked her out the first time, that he wasn’t the best at feelings and emotions. She really liked him though, so she put her pride to the side and was beyond understanding  while he figured his own shit out.

Anyways, on a night out together, after one of Roman’s MIA weeks, they sat in a restaurant catching up. Roman was well aware he needed to tread carefully to keep her. He had done this multiple times at this point and knew that if he continued with the way he was acting, Bunny’s patience would soon run out.

Roman loved flirting with Bunny, especially in the early days of their relationship. She would get so obviously flustered and he found it quite the ego boost (not that he needed one). Tonight they were speaking so suggestively that at one point, he couldn’t help but notice just how red her cheeks were. He looked her up and down smugly, “Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” Bunny took a sip of  wine and tilted her head, “Is there a reason you’re staring at me like that?” she asked, only slightly uncomfortable by Roman’s intense and unwavering ogling. “No…” he shook his head, “It’s just”, he leaned in closer to her, “have you always been this beautiful?” She raised her brow and took another sip, “you’re really laying it on thick, aren’t you?” she teased. Roman smirked, “What can I say? I just missed you so much” Bunny snorted and rolled her eyes at him.

The rest of dinner went just like that. Roman showering her in only half sarcastic compliments in an attempt to smooth things over between them and Bunny not fully buying his game but allowing him to continue just because she missed this, and him.

As they were leaving dinner, Roman told her he had a surprise for her. Despite Bunny’s many attempts to get him to tell her what it was, he kept his mouth shut, refusing to give her as much as a hint. After a bit, Roman pulled up to the parking lot of a carnival. The same carnival where they got stuck that night. Bunny looked a him curiously and he just grinned , “Remember when we listed all the places we haven−”

But before he could finish what he was saying, Bunny groaned loudly and interrupted him.

“Oh god, please not the list again. Seriously Roman, when has this list ever worked out for us? Every time some shit happens and−” “But you cum, don’t you?”

As much as she didn’t want to agree, the boy had a point.

The list, for your information, was something they came up with when they were stuck in the ferris wheel. One of the ways they kept themselves entertained for those 2 hours was making a list of other places they never had sex in. It was a pretty achievable list Roman thought, so he made a point to cross a couple off. The problem was that every single time they tried to accomplish anything off it, things never ran smoothly; like the cornfield where they ended up scarring a child for life and almost getting charged with public indecency or on top of the old water tower where Roman thrust into her so hard that the safety pole got loose and they almost fell to their deaths or in the pond in the forest where they saw a bear − they didn’t have much luck with the list okay, but Roman was persistent and next on their list? A haunted house.

Bunny gave him a slightly irritated look before finally agreeing and getting out of the car, “Fine. But I’m only agreeing to this because I haven’t been dicked down in 8 days and I think I’ll lose my mind if I don’t get some soon.”

Roman chuckled but then, as her words sunk in and he stopped in his tracks,  “8 days? I haven’t seen you in 2 weeks”

Bunny mentally cursed herself. When Roman ghosted her again, she got annoyed but after 6 days with no messages, calls or anything? She was straight up pissed. Now, Bunny was never one to sit and mope about a boy or let one consume her whole life so while Roman was handling all of his issues, Bunny went on as she normally would. And then, when she needed a fuck and Roman was still not talking to her? She found someone else.

Was he as hot as Roman?

No.

Was he as good as Roman?

No.

Did she feel the way she felt with Roman when she was with him?

Also no, but he was there and good enough for a hook up so she did it.

Her and Roman weren’t in a relationship and thus had never talked about being exclusive. She didn’t feel guilty about what she did and it wasn’t a secret, but it also wasn’t something she planned on telling the guy she actually liked −  intentionally at least.

“Right, 2 weeks. That’s what I meant.” Bunny hoped that Roman would accept her lie and that they could just move foreword with their plans, but of course that didn’t happen.

“Bullshit”.

“No it’s not”

“Why are you lying to me? I’m not your fucking boyfriend. You can fuck whomever you want.”

Ouch, Bunny thought to herself.

“Fine, I fucked someone else ok?”

Roman bit the inside of his cheek and nodded, “So what, was he some other stranger you met at a club and fucked in an alley? Or did you fuck another billionaire so he’d take you to expensive dinners and trips too?” His words dripped with venom despite his casual tone.

“No, dickhe−”

“ −You make them use a condom when they fuck you? Or do you let them cum in you too?”

“ Yeah, that’s my thing, actually. I find rich guys at clubs, seduce them and then try to get knocked up. That’s been my game plan the entire time. Sorry I didn’t tell you before, I wanted it to be a surprise.” Bunny pushed her stomach out and wrapped her arms around it like an expectant mother would. She turned to face roman and in a mocking voice said, “I’m due in 6 months, it’s yours.”

“Fuck you.”

“Why do you care so much? You said it yourself, you’re not my boyfriend so why does it matter to you who I fuck? − Oh shit, you’re jealous, aren’t you?”

Roman laughed humourlessly at her accusation, “ Jealous? Is that a joke? You’re nothing more to me than some kinky slut who lets me fuck her on demand. If your pussy wasn’t so tight and you required more than a lousy dinner to put out, I would’ve left you on the street like every other whore and never looked back” he spat.

Bunny saw red.

“You’re pathetic, you know that? You pretend to be this big man but you’re really just a fucking teenager so terrified that everyone’s going to leave you, you can’t even admit your feelings. You act so nice on dates and trips and we have such a good time but then whenever shit gets too real you run away with your dick tucked between your legs. You’re such a fucking coward. I can’t believe I wasted so much of my time letting you figure your shit out, you − You know what? Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole. I’m over you and all of your baggage. I’d tell you not to call me, but we both know you’ve already got a gold medal in pretending I don’t exist” Bunny ranted loudly while marching away from him.

The fairgrounds were much too far from home for her to walk, but she didn’t care. She was so sick of his shit and would walk 1000 miles just to prove a point. Her plan, realistically was to call an uber once she was out of sight but Roman didn’t need to know that. Bunny wanted him to physically see her walk out of his life and hoped he marvelled at her ass for the rest of his lonely miserable existence, knowing what he gave up.

Bunny cared for Roman, she really did but the fact that he had the nerve to say such nasty things to her, especially when she did nothing wrong. She wanted to scream at him more. She wanted to yell at the top of her lungs that she was guilty of nothing. He’d ghosted her, once again. She hadn’t seen of heard from him in days. He pretended she didn’t exist, what was she supposed to do? Wait by her phone until he decided to stop being an ass? He wasted space and she gave it to him, he needed to grow up. She stopped herself though, knowing that anything she’d say would fall on deaf ears. Whatever small part of him cared about her clearly didn’t outweigh his disrespect for her and she was finally done.

Although dramatically storming off went well in her head, Bunny forgot about one very important factor − her shoes. Her beautiful expensive shoes that made her ass look fantastic but were insanely uncomfortable and hard to walk in, especially on loose gravel. So, when Bunny took off she was fine for a minute before slipping and falling flat on her face then rolling down into the ditch.

While Roman was beyond pissed at her and didn’t want to give any indication that he cared, her fall looked pretty bad so begrudgingly, he went to check on her.

“Are you hurt?” he called over as he approached her

“No. Not like you actually give a fuck” she grumbled,  mumbling the last part to herself, getting up and dusting herself off.

“Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“They aren’t bruises, they’re rocks” Bunny stated matter of factly, brushing them off her face. Not wanting to cause any further harm to her ego, she tried to continue her dramatic exit only to cry out in pain as she took a step. Of course she managed to  fuck up her ankle, she thought to herself.

Hearing her yelp, Roman instinctively rushed to her side and tried to support her but she pushed him away.

“I’m fine. I don’t need your help, just go”

“I’m not leaving you like this, you can’t even walk …. the last thing I need is for you to get murdered because I left you here all alone, the press would have a field day and I don’t need any more bad PR.” Roman quickly added the last part to save himself from showing his genuine concern over her safety and wellbeing.

Bunny rolled her eyes and imitated him before pushing him away again, trying − and failing − once more to carry on with her journey home.

“Look, let me at least take you to the first aid tent, ok? Then I’ll leave forever and they’ll give you some ice for your ankle and you can do whatever you want.”

The last thing a Bunny wanted to do was spend a single second more with Roman but she knew how stubborn he was and her ankle really did hurt.

“Fine.”

With that, Roman scooped Bunny up into his arms and headed towards the tent.

The walk was awkward and silent. They had both just screamed horrible things to each other and decided to never speak again yet here they were.

When they finally arrived at the first aid tent , they observed that it was just one man by himself. He stood up when he saw Bunny and Roman coming up to him and led them inside the tent, instructing them to tell him what had happened.

Roman had initially intended to drop Bunny off and then leave right away, but there was something about the way the guy − Jordan, according to his name tag − was leering at Bunny that made even Roman feel uncomfortable, so he decided to stick around.

Bunny was too busy focusing on her ankle and didn’t even realize the way Jordan was treating her. To be fair, Bunny was slightly intoxicated and always had trouble realizing when someone was checking her out or making a move. She was always afraid of becoming one of those girls who thought any time anyone spoke to her, it was just because they wanted to get with her. She ended up overcompensating for this so much that it was rare she noticed when someone was actually flirting with her. Bunny knew she was attractive, of course, she just wasn’t snobby about it.

Jordan had her sit on one of the portable gurneys and brought her an ice pack. Despite Roman’s gut instinct, Jordan seemed fine, until he put his hands on Bunny’s shoulders. This act also clued Bunny in on Jordan’s intentions.

“So, does anything else hurt?” He asked, giving her shoulders a light rub.

Just as Bunny was going to threaten to break Jordan’s arms if he didn’t get them off of her, Roman stood up and walked closer. “It’s her ankle that’s fucked up, not her shoulder so I suggest you take your grimy hands off of them.” “hey man”, Jordan raised his arms, “ I’m just making sure she’s okay, head injuries can be sneaky. We wouldn’t want you to have a concussion now, would we?” He asked, placing his hands back on her and giving her shoulders a squeeze and letting his fingers fall much lower than appropriate.

Bunny jerked away from his touch, “Get the fuck off of me, creep.”

Roman grabbed the guy by the collar and held him off the ground, “Apologize to the lady and get the fuck out or I will break every bone in your perverted little body” he growled.

Jordan stuttered out an apology and speed walked back outside.

Roman looked Bunny over, “You okay?”

She nodded, “Yeah, thanks.”

It was quiet for a while until she spoke up again, You didn’t have to do that,you know. I could’ve handled it.”

“I know.”

Bunny nodded again carefully.

Once again, they were surrounded by an awkward silence.

“About what I said before, I should have - well I mean it was partially true and you did kind of deserve it,  but…”, she shook her head. “…I should have said it nicer.”

Roman snorted, “are you seriously apologizing to me right now?”

“Well it’s not really an apology but I guess”

He looked at her incredulously, “I should be apologizing to you. You were right. About everything. I have no right to be jealous and I do push people away and I’m sorry for what I said. It was fucked up and I didn’t mean it and I… I’m an asshole but I’m sorry. I.. I’m new to all of this” he rambled, running a hand through his now disheveled hair.

“I’ve never actually liked a girl before − not like this, not like I like you and I− I’m a really shit guy Bunny and you deserve better. But every time I try to to the right thing and leave you alone, I just can’t stay away. It’s like I’m addicted to you or some shit and−” “Shut up!” Bunny yelled, surprising even her self.

Roman just looked at her.

“You are a dick, and we definitely need to have a proper discussion about all of this later but right now… please, just kiss me already.”

Roman obeyed and kissed her passionately.

Bunny pulled away and grabbed his chin in her palm, looking straight into his eyes she said, “If you ever pull any shit like that again, I’m done Roman, I swear. I will stay out of your life forever and no amount of gifts or apologies will ever bring me back, got it?”

Roman nodded.

The two of them repositioned themselves on the gurney so that she was sitting in-between his legs, leaning on his broad chest, still icing her ankle.

They talked about little things, but mostly they took comfort in each other’s presence, both thankful that things ended up the way they did. After a while, Bunny again broke the silence,

“Roman?”

“hmm?”

“You ever have sex in a first aid tent?”

“No.”

“Me neither.”

That was all the invitation Roman needed. Making sure the coast was clear, he hiked Bunny’s dress up, ready to slip his fingers into her pretty panties that she always wore but to his pleasant surprise, she wasn’t wearing any.

He moaned at the sight of her while Bunny sucked gently on his neck and collar.

Roman ran his fingers up and down her folds, teasing her entrance before tapping her lips. She opened her mouth obediently, sucking his long fingers clean. Roman removed his fingers from her mouth slowly and entered them inside her other opening.

Bunny let out a hiss, throwing her head back into Roman’s chest.

He only got to tease her for a little before she pushed his hands away and scooted down the bed. She turned around and grabbed his belt, taking it off easily she yawned down his briefs and took his whole length into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down until he was nice and hard, occasionally sucking on his balls and licking the tip of his member.

Roman reached for bunny and grabbed her by her waist, moving her so that her core was right above his member. She gripped his cock and ran it between her folds a few times, getting it and herself wetter before finally sinking down on it.

Bunny took his full length into her and continued to ride him, the pair finding each other’s lips as they fucked.

Although it may have started out sweet, the tone quickly changed as Roman grabbed a fistful of Bunny’s hair and pulled.

“That guy ever fuck you as good as I do?”

“No daddy” Bunny moaned out

“That’s what I thought. You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you”

Bunny moaned and Roman grabbed at her hair again, harder this time, “Haven’t you?” he repeated sternly.

“So bad.”

“That’s what I thought. You know what bad girl’s get, don’t you Bunny?”

She nodded and with that, Roman brought his hand down roughly over her left ass cheek.

They continued until they reached their climaxes, first Bunny with Roman following no long after.  

Once they were finished, and Bunny’s ankle was feeling better, Roman turned to her and gave her a soft kiss, “I really did miss you, you know”, he murmured against her plump lips. Bunny nuzzled her nose against his and smiled. “I missed you too.”

“So can we stop talking about feelings and shit now? Because I think I’m going to barf.”

Bunny chucked and tucked a strand a hair behind her ear, “yeah, we can.”

“Thank god. I’m going to check out that haunted house now, go with me?”

“Fine. As long as you hold my hand.”

Roman grimaced but complied with her request anyways, grasping her little hand with his big one

They left the tent, giving Joran nearly identical death glares as they headed towards their original destination.  

The haunted house was more fun than she imagined. Bunny swore she almost saw Roman jump but could never say for sure. After one particularly unexpected ‘monster’ jumped out at them, Roman grabbed onto her arm for a second. Bunny turned to him and laughed, “scared Godfrey?”

“Yeah, terrified. Actually, If you don’t hug me right now I think I just might fall apart” His words dripped with sarcasm but Bunny gripped onto him tighter anyways. She’d almost lost him once tonight and she wasn’t going to let it happen again.

“ Hey Bunny?”

“yeah?”

“Do you think it would be too ambitious of us to cross two things off our list tonight?” he whispered.

“Not at all”

With that, Roman pulled her into an empty room where they could accomplish what he originally intended to do tonight.

[sineala]

Hey =) I know you are usually suspicious of questions that are accusatory towards Tony’s character but I’m not trolling I promise 🙈 I read a blog that called Tony racist and bigot, that he is like Trump. I know it was a hate blog but it mentioned that Tony has a history of mistreating women and mistreating his best friend Rhodey in comics not MCU. Since you are an expert I was hoping you could address them. Thank you xoxo

Okay. So. While I am flattered that you think of me as an expert on Tony’s character, so much so that you’d like me to refute these claims that were made by a hate blog, I have a few things I would like to say:

1. Maybe you should stop reading Tony Stark hate blogs if you are a fan of the character, as you’re not likely to read anything that’s going to make you happy, and surely your fandom experience should be about making you happy.

2. If they’re going to be making these assertions, I would argue that it’s actually on them to prove their arguments, so really they ought to be the ones hauling out specific panels to back up their argument that Tony is a terrible human being. I don’t see why anyone else should have to do it for them.

3. Superhero comic books have not been historically an extremely subtle genre, and no matter what hero you’re talking about, it is extremely unlikely that Marvel would want to intentionally portray any heroic character as a racist or sexist. Are there panels from the 60s that would be out of place now? Yeah, sure – and they’re there in every comic. But in context, they were thought of as appropriate for the time. Tony Stark has always been meant to be a hero and a good man.

4. I am one (1) human being and I only have one (1) good hand to type with and there are only so many hours in the day and I honestly do not want to spend them pulling panels to attempt to prove a negative. Did you know it’s really hard to prove a negative?

But briefly, since you asked:

On racism:

To the extent of my knowledge, Rhodey has absolutely been one of Tony’s best and closest friends since he was introduced into the comics. Tony has given him Iron Man suits. Tony has given him War Machine suits. While Tony was drinking, Rhodey brought him home and let him stay in his family home with his own mother and did everything he could to get him sober.

And while Tony and Rhodey have certainly had a few disagreements over the years, none of them have – to my knowledge – been in any way racially-motivated. Off the top of my head, they have a big fight in the second drinking arc because Rhodey (who is Iron Man) is afraid that Tony will want him to give up being Iron Man and basically Tony would rather crawl over broken glass than be Iron Man again but neither of them are talking about this, and then it escalates into punching about this before they admit they should really be talking about this. There’s also an arc in the early 90s where Tony fakes his own death and IIRC Rhodey is mad that Tony didn’t tell him he wasn’t dead. There could be more but that’s all that’s coming to mind right now.

But, seriously, if you pick up pretty much any Iron Man comic with Rhodey in it, it should be pretty obvious that they love each other. They have literally told each other so. Also, Tony brought Rhodey back from the dead after Civil War II and, man, you don’t do that for just anyone.

I will acknowledge that I have not read every Iron Man comic that there is and I know that a lot of the early-canon racism was really really obviously extreme (like, characters were literally colored yellow) – but that is a different topic and, as far as I know, Tony and Rhodey absolutely love each other in a way that is not up for debate.

On misogyny:

Again, no. Tony has been canonically portrayed as a playboy, although how this is expressed has varied over the years. In early canon, he was very clear (in his internal narration) about the fact that he was only pretending to be a playboy and was in fact avoiding getting close to anyone (seriously, he refuses to hug his fiancee) for fear that they will find out his secret and/or be sad when he dies, which he thinks he will inevitably do soon.

It’s true that he dates a lot of women in canon, but he does so in a way that’s pretty much just serial monogamy. He gets his heart broken a lot. There is no evidence that he behaves poorly toward any of them. Sometimes his exes are actual villains and like to hurt him; it’s not the other way around. He clearly has at least some casual sex (by the time of Matt Fraction’s run) and Civil War establishes the fact that he’s friends with benefits with Emma Frost when neither of them are otherwise occupied. Currently, he’s dating Jan Van Dyne and there is no sign that he is mistreating her in any way and I would think that Jan of all people would be particularly aware of that.

As far as I am aware, he has absolutely never mistreated women in any way. Like, even the orgies in Superior Iron Man were, as far as I am aware, completely consensual (with the proviso that many of the participants were probably not 100% sober, and Tony certainly wasn’t). Superior Tony is an asshole who starts drinking and starts making weapons and charges San Francisco for Extremis but even he doesn’t commit sexual assault.

There is literally one instance I can think of that is at all relevant to this, and that’s an arc in the early 90s when Tony is possessed by a being named Vor/Tex, and Vor/Tex decides he’s going to take Tony’s body for a joyride. He promptly gets drunk, attempts to rape a woman, then gets into Tony’s armor and shoots up a bunch of people while yelling “die! die! die!” but, again, this is NOT ACTUALLY TONY and when Tony gets his body back, he is absolutely horrified and goes to AA and attempts to make amends to everyone Vor/Tex hurt.

I hope that can lay some of this to rest. 

Also, Captain America thinks that Tony Stark and Iron Man are two of the finest men he’s ever had the honor of knowing. Seriously. He’s a good guy. Maybe you don’t like him, and that’s fair, because you’re certainly not required to like him, but he is absolutely intended to be a good person who tries to do the right thing whenever possible. That’s… kind of the point of superheroes.