#but this'll be what i work on between chapter four and five!!

[spikedfearn]

current wip one-shot 👀

[oodelally3]

20 Questions (for fic writers)

Thanks for the tag, @operationnope! I've written even less than you have, but this'll still be fun.

How many works do you have on ao3?

A whopping four.

What's your total ao3 word count? 59,604

What fandoms do you write for?

Love Island the Game

Harry Potter

Top five fics by kudos:

Epistle

What I Did for Love

Taking the Plunge

Beginning Together

Do you respond to comments?

Every one! (There's one I haven't responded to yet, but I'm going to after this. 😊)

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Epistle, definitely. It was originally a one-shot, but I'm going to continue the story. Hoping for HEA, but that all depends on what Hermione & Draco do.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Beginning Together, for sure. It's impossible to have angst when there are sheep around. #Facts

Do you get hate on fics?

No, I don't have enough readers for that. But what an awful thing to do. There's literally nothing forcing you to read it--just move on with your life.

Do you write smut?

Just wrote my very first one! I was terrified.

Craziest crossover:

Don't have one. Yet?

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Doubtful.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope.

All time favourite ship?

My MC & Carl; my MC & Bobby; Dramione.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I hope to finish both my WIPs, so I'm not going to jinx them. Oh! And I forgot I was also going to expand the world of Taking the Plunge because I loved Nadia & her friends so much.

What are your writing strengths?

Narration, witty asides, description & small details, world-building...? I find it difficult to answer this question.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Reading too many others fics instead of making myself sit down to write my own. 😳 I take too long between chapters. I need to write more about how my characters are feeling/sensing, etc., particularly in love scenes. Maybe showing some characters' bad traits?

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I enjoy it, even if there's not a translation. I don't mind looking it up. If it fits the character, this should be included. I think right now I only have one ESL, and I try to pepper his dialogue with Swedish words and phrases and nicknames. Sweet Henrik.

First fandom you wrote in?

LITG! First fics I ever read, too.

Favourite fic you've written?

Uhhh...I think WIDFL, my very first (and a WIP). And I'm very proud of Epistle.

I'm not sure who's already been tagged, so feel free to consider yourself tagged if you want to do this!

[stories-mostly]

Starks Bug

Tony Stark x son!reader

I did not expect the amount of notes the first chapter had gotten so I hope y'all will enjoy this one just as much.

Word count: 2252

Chapter 2

The first month with you was more draining than Tony had expected. He not only had to be there for you 24/7 but also needed to work, work on his projects, go to meetings, run stark industries simultaneously. He had a lot on his back. He had already made a small baby play pen in his office, though you didn't interact with much yet.

But you smiled on a regular basis now and held your head up for longer and longer periods of time whenever you were rolled onto your stomach.

You also stared at him whenever he fed, held or was close to you. Before now he did not realize that baby's can hold such intense eye contact.

Today Uncle Rhodey finally had time to come over and actually meet his nephew. Up until now he had only seen pictures of you that Tony had sent him.

You had just woken up from one of your many naps as Rhodey walked in.

"Look who decided to visit (y/n)." Tony said as he turned you into the direction Rhodey was coming from.

"Oh my god, he's so small!" Rhodes exclaimed as he put the bags in his hands down before coming over.

He took one of your small hands and shook it gently.

"Hi, nice to meet you. I've heard so much about you!" Rhodey gushed in a high pitched voice as you gave him your intense eye contact.

"You're turning into a softie, huh?" Tony joked and handed you to Rhodey who carefully took hold of your tiny body.

"Do you wanna feed him?" Tony asked as he tested the temperature of the bottle.

"Yes!"

They walked over to the couch and Tony showed him how to properly support you while you got your milk.

"He really likes staring at people." Rhodey chuckled as you continued to stare holes in his head.

Tony nodded.

"Apparently that's what one month olds do. They stare at faces."

Rhodey stayed for a while and before he left, he handed Tony the bags full of gifts for you. He was determined to become your favourite from early on.

Shortly after you turned two months the media had finally found out about you. Tony didn't know who gave it away but wasn't pleased with the situation either way.

But the good thing was that he didn't need to be too cautious with you anymore. He could just take you outside like a normal parent.

Obie organized a press conference where your dad could clear things up. You were in a side room with Obie and Happy while the conference was being held. Tony didn't trust a lot of people with you.

You gurred at Happy as he held your favourite plushie in front of your face. It was a small stingray Rhodey had gifted you on his first visit. You tried to grab it but your coordination wasn't the best. Happy played with you until the conference was over while Obie stood next to him watching you. He also seemed to have a weak spot for you. Let's be honest, who doesn't. You're a cute baby that makes gurgling noises at everyone he sees. You were bound to melt some hearts.

After your existence has been made public Tony agreed, after a lot of debate, to one photoshoot for the public to use. He didn't want you to grow up in the public eye.

At three months you started to interact more with your surroundings. You especially liked to get excited whenever your dad would look into your crib in the early mornings after you woke up.

You smiled and even sometimes laughed at people's antics when they saw you. You also grew more "Talk active" making sounds every chance you got. You really lit up Tonys face even after an exhausting day.

At four months you were starting to try very hard to get from one place to another, you tried pushing yourself up with your arms while kicking with your legs. You were also very close to rolling over on your own.

Tony was very anxious that you'd start crawling soon so he made sure to get ahead of you and baby proof every nook and cranny in the house. He also decided which room should become yours and converted it into your playroom.

At five months you started to play on your own. "Play" meaning sticking your feet or hand into your mouth and giggling about it. Tony found that amusing as well and had Jarvis record every second of it. As if he wasn't recording you since your first day home.

You had also started to accidentally hit yourself with things you held. Much to Tony's dismay. But hey, as long as you kept smiling at his antics he knew everything was alright with you.

At six months Tony was tempted to throw a giant party but he doubted that you'd appreciate that. You were beginning to love attention, and started eating solid food. You also rolled over like a champion.

"Hey (Y/n) guess what day it is." Tony asked before sitting down next to the spot you were laying at.

"That's right it's Christmas! You're so smart. Merry Christmas sweetheart. I hope you will forget this one because as you can see I have done zero decorating." He said before handing you a small Robot stuffie which you eagerly took and placed into your mouth. As you do when you're a baby.

He propped you up between his legs before continuing to open up presents, other people had sent for you and for him. But mostly for you.

"Look its one of those things you can chew on. And you can cool it. This'll come in handy since you already started with your teeth." Tony said and poked your cheek. He handed you the ring with a fluid inside but you didn't want it.

"Well thanks anyway Uncle Happy." Tony said as he grabbed the next one.

"This one's from Obie." He stated before ripping the paper and opening the box.

"Ohhhhh, that's a little Jumper for you! You see this? Here it says "Little mechanic". We don't know about that yet do we?" Tony said talking to you as if you were able to answer. He kissed the top of your head and put the jumper aside.

"And last but not least uncle Rhodeys gift. Let's see what it is." You helped pulling out the paper from the bag but stuck it in your mouth straight after getting your tiny hands on it.

"Oh my god. Look at this. It's a little military uniform. You can be just like your uncle." Tony chuckled. "God this is adorable."

After taking some pictures with the gifts and sending them to each person your first Christmas was over. It wasn't anything too special but Tony would carry it in his heart forever.

And honestly you were adorable in the small military uniform that matched Rhodeys

With seven months you started to "Talk" with Tony whenever he would say something you'd babble back and that's how Tony started to regularly make smalltalk with a baby.

"What do you wanna do today? Wanna go see uncle Happy?"

"Argh pfffb mampa"

"Oh really? I always thought he likes you better but when you say it like that."

"OuuuOhh!"

"Oh now don't get sassy with me young man. You said it yourself. He likes me better."

"Ampammam mam."

"Nope no take backs. You said what you said."

Things like these were becoming regular these days. But you had a surprise up your sleeve.

"Dahnda"

"Did you just say Dada? Come on say it again say: Dada."

"Dahdah." You spat out with great effort.

"oh my goodness, you said your first word! And it was Dada! Your such a smart boy! So smart!" While Tony was fawning over your first word. You were kicking your legs with happiness at his tone of voice.

There were tears forming in the corner of Tony's eyes. "I love you so much, bug!"

The next month's leading up to your first birthday you were getting increasingly more mobile. In only two months you had learned how to crawl like a child athlete. You had also started to pull yourself up on furniture making your dad put everything a few shelves higher.

Once you were old enough you even helped him clean up your toys. You grew excited whenever people came into your house and greeted them yourself by clawing yourself up on their legs to stand beside them.

You also started trying to say their names. Rhodey became "RrOoh" with a gurrgled R and occasionally "Oohdi", Obadiah became "Oohppa" and Happy was by far the closest to getting called by his name, his was "Apy".

At 11 months you were finally able to stand alone for a few seconds and walked as long as you were holding onto something. Much to the delight of everyone. You also started to connect words with things more and more, showed your needs more openly and started to play better with other people. You also liked ripping papers apart as Tony had to find out after leaving important documents unattended within your reach.

You explored more too. Every time you were at your dad's office you'd crawl into the smallest spots and looked into any hole or drawer you could open.

And at your first birthday? There was a small party in Stark industries since your birthday corresponded with the opening of the internal daycare for the children of employees. Tony had thought of it ever since he had to take you with him into his office or lab and work while also keeping an eye on you.

You loved to play with all the toys and the different kids.

Tony was pleased with the job he had done so far. You didn't get injured or sick often, had age appropriate social skills and developed at a normal if not higher rate than any other baby. A few selected reporters were also there as it was good publicity.

Tony was just showing them the napping room for the smaller children when a cry interrupted his speech. It was obvious that it was you who was crying.

"Would you excuse me for a second." Tony said to the reporters as he left to get you. You were laying in the middle of the playroom crying. "DADAAAAA!" You were calling out. Tony swooped you up and bounced you on his hip.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? You were fine a second ago."

You just placed your arms around his neck and slowly let that stifle your sobs.

"Was it too much? I'm sorry I won't leave without telling you again."

Once you were calmed he wiped your tears and gave your cheek a kiss.

"You wanna help Dada show these people around? You wanna come with me?"

He asked and you just hugged him again. Tony continued the tour through the daycare with you on his hip.

"Sorry about that, he just got a bit overwhelmed with all these new people here and me out of sight. (Y/n) can you wave at them? Wave hello." You shyly obligated and a few reporters waved back.

"Anyway, as I was saying before. With this we hope to..." And with that Tony was back in business mode.

You on the other hand were bored just being carried. You took his sunglasses and fiddled with them until you grew bored and put them in your mouth. Your father never once broke his speech.

You fiddled with his clothes after discarding of the glasses. The buttons under his tie interested you most. You were trying to get them off to put them in your mouth and when that didn't work you brought your mouth to them. Tony once again softly pushed you away and pulled out the ring to bite on that Happy had gotten you for Christmas, from his chest pocket. You happily nibbled on that for the rest of the tour.

One reporter even asked you a question shortly before they were about to leave.

"Can you say Dada?" the man had asked.

"Dada." you answered. You were officially a pro. This would go down as your first interview.

After everything was over, you waved everyone goodbye, and went home. Happy brought all your birthday gifts along.

You had gotten a ton of gifts from the other parents attending. It was only small gifts but they did stack up.

After you had fallen asleep on the couch Tony couldn't help but get nostalgic. It's already been a year since you came into his life and so much had changed because of you. Meetings in other states or countries had to be planned out completely before he could go, he had barely attended any parties since your birth and hooking up? With a little one around? Impossible. He had so much less time to work, you needed so much care and attention, he slept more than ever, and ate more regularly too. Drinking? That happened less now too. You were truly a gift, you helped him realize how much he didn't like to feel anything but pure bliss. But with you around he needed to make himself emotionally available if he wanted to be a good father.

You were tiny a year ago but from day one you left a huge impact in Tony's heart and that would only continue to grow with time.

Not that he'll ever admit it but ever since you came into his life, he became the happiest he was in a long time. He cried so many times the past year. Out of joy, sadness and being overwhelmed with so many different emotions for you. All your firsts were forever remembered even if all the videos and pictures would disappear. Because they were forever burned into his memories.

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