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screadingchallenge · 2 years ago

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Behind the Keyboard Volume 16

Please note that Behind the Keyboard will be posted once per week during the Reading Challenge. We’ll go back to twice a week in mid-August.

Behind the Keyboard is a series of interviews with different Schitt’s Creek fanfic authors. The series will last as long as there is interest (from authors) and capacity (from me). If you are an author from the Schitt’s Creek fandom who would like to participate, send a DM to this account.

Each author was given ten questions. The first five questions are the same for every author, the last five will vary.

Remember, this year’s Reading Challenge begins July 15, so polish up those MFL lists.

Let’s meet our next author:

weathereyehorizon / @weathereyehorizon

How many fics have you written?

I’ve published 24 for the Schitt’s Creek fandom, and 2 under a pseud for Outer Range. I cannot believe that number!

When did you publish your first fic on AO3?

July 9th, 2021.

Describe your writing process from “Oh, I have an idea” to pushing publish on AO3.

I typically start with a pretty strong idea of where I want my story to begin and end, and then I map out a few plot points along the way. From there I usually go and plug in dialogue, because it’s what comes easiest to me. I then work through adding in some description and exposition, and send it off to my beta to (lovingly) rip apart. The final step, of course, is boarding the struggle bus to write a summary, add tags and come up with a title. Those are the worst parts of the whole process. There is much whining. 😂

Tell me about your most recent fic? What do you love about it? Is there anything you think you could have done better?

It’s a 5 + 1 from Clint’s POV (You Might Say I'm Here for You) that takes us through a weekend where David and Patrick are visiting The Brewers. Patrick and Cint have some much needed conversations over the course of the visit. I love it because it’s not necessarily something I would typically write, but I wrote it as a gift for a dear friend, and tried to hit a bunch of her jams in doing so. It came out really sweet and I think that I did well with hitting the notes of Clint’s POV. I think I could have fleshed out the emotions of some of the scenes a bit more with more description. That’s an area I generally recognize as a weakness and am always trying to improve.

What advice would you give to someone who’s thinking about publishing their fic for the first time?

Write the stories that you really want to tell and read. Writing for yourself will help to keep the joy in writing, because it can be tough out there sometimes.

Do you use a beta? Why or why not? Do you beta for other people?

I do. My beta makes everything I write a million times better than it started out. She helps me troubleshoot when things aren’t working out, brings a fresh set of eyes to catch things that I’ve missed, and gives me so much encouragement about what I’m writing. It's such a special relationship to me. I do beta for others, and I’m also a professional flailer.

Alexis is trapped in a drug lord’s palace and you have to convince her captors to read your fic in order to free her. What’s your best sales pitch for your favorite fic?

I’m going to cheat and choose my Stevie & Patrick are Buds series. As a Gen series, the stories will never be the most popular, but every single one of them is written with so much love. Stevie and Patrick’s friendship is very important to me, and I think it comes across in every story I tell about them. Also, many of them are utterly ridiculous, and laugh out loud funny, if I do say so myself.

Is there someone(s) who has made your writing better? In what way?

I have an amazing community of writer friends, and can say without a doubt that they are all much stronger writers than I am. Spending my time talking with them and getting their input on writing, as well as reading their work, makes me a better writer.

Do your IRL friends and family know you write fic?

They know I write all the time, and know I have an online community of friends that I share my writing with. My writing has always been for me, and I think they inherently know that, so no one has ever asked the specifics about what I write, and I haven’t offered it. If someone was to ask, I would tell them. I don’t think reading and writing fic is anything to be embarrassed about. People should be able to do what brings them joy.

Tell me about your current WIP if you have one.

I’m sure everyone who answers this question is going to say that they have many current WIPs, and I’m no different. The one I am trying to devote the majority of my time to right now is my first multi-chaptered long fic. It’s a post-canon story where Patrick reinvents himself as a first responder. Schitt's Creek faces a major natural disaster that puts their community and their lives as they know them to the test. David and Patrick need to work out how to come back from the life-changing events that take place. There’s only the slightest bit of angst, and lots of banter and sexy times throughout. 🔥

#behind the keyboard #meet the authors #sc fic reading challenge #sc reading challenge #sc fanfic #schitt's creek #schitts creek

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drgrlfriend · 3 years ago

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How did it take me so long to click on the Clint Barton tag on AO3? Some of my favorites: Climt Barton Clint Baront Clint Baron Cling Barton Clint Barto Clint Bart Clint Bartoan Clint Bartom Cint Barton Clibt Barton Clint Bar Clint Varton Clint Batron Clint Bartoon Bart Clinton

#clint barton #hawkeye #avengers #marvel #mcu

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slowly-writing · 5 years ago

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I Don’t Feel So Good Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!Reader / Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1063

Requested by: Multiple anons

A few weeks of recovery and one very awkward conversation with Wanda later you’re back on your feet. You never did go down to talk to the man who drugged you. Your mom raised you to be strong, but that was not something that you needed to do. He was formally arressted and charged with attempted murder, you’d leave it at that. You had moved on as best you could, you don’t have much to worry about with how overprotective your family is being now. Nothing is getting close enough to touch you with a ten foot pole.

“How are you feeling today, kiddo?�� Steve asks as you walk into the kitchen for breakfast.

“I’m doing good, how about you?” you ask with a smile, grabbing some food and sitting at the table across from him.

“Are you sure? Not feeling sick?” Tony asks and you sigh.

“Guys, it’s been weeks. I know the whole thing freaked you all out but I’m doing fine, I promise I’ll be careful tonight,” you say and your mom shakes her head.

“No way. You are not going to that gala,” she says firmly and your jaw drops.

“Wha- Mom! I’m fine!” You argue but she doesn’t budge.

“What’s going on?” Wanda asks as she wanders into the kitchen.

“Wanda, help me! Tell them I can go tonight,” you plead but she shakes her head as well.

“Y/n, maybe you should hang out here tonight, just to be safe,” she suggests tentatively as she sits next to you, “I could stay with you.”

“No way!” two voices call in unison and you look to the source of the outburst while discreetly taking Wanda’s hand under the table.

“Why not? You were all very adamant about me not going like thirty seconds ago,” you look between your mom and Tony.

“It’s an Avengers gala. She’s an Avenger, she has to be there,” Tony says and you roll your eyes.

“Y/n’s an Avenger too. She just doesn’t do public missions,” Wanda argues before you can. The world has known of you for most of your life and most people still think of you as a weak little kid. The team uses that to their advantage on missions, so they let the public think you’re just Nat’s daughter, nothing more.

“Yeah but our donors don’t know that so she doesn’t need to be there,” Tony says and you ignore the comment.

“Okay, whatever. Mom, why don’t you want Wanda to miss the gala?” you ask your mom, who stares at you silently for a second.

“Do you really need to ask why I don’t want you staying home alone with your girlfriend?” she asks with a raised eyebrow and you balk at her.

“How- who said- what?” you stutter out.

“How do I know she’s your girlfriend? I’m a spy, y/n. It’s my job to notice these things,” she says and you avoid eye contact.

“Plus you announced in front of the entire team that you had a crush on her,” Cint says and you glare, crossing your arms.

“Shut up. I literally died. Like three times! I was allowed to say stupid things,” you grumble and Wanda laughs, gently pulling apart your crossed arms and taking your hand back.

“It worked out pretty well for us though,” she tells you, pulling a smile from your face, before she turns to your mom. “I promise nothing is gonna happen, Nat. We’ll just watch movies and hang out, you can have Jarvis keep an eye on us if it makes you feel better.”

“Please mom? If you’re gonna make me stay home please don’t make me do it alone,” you beg and she sighs.

“Alright, but I’m trusting you two.”

xxxxx

“What do you wanna watch?” Wanda asks as she sits next to you.

“I don’t really care,” you say, scooting closer to Wanda and leaning into her side. “You can choose.”

“Alright,” she says with a laugh. She puts on a random movie and pulls you closer to her.

“How are you enjoying your gala skip day?” you ask Wanda as the first movie ends and she smiles down at you.

“I’d say it's one of the best nights I’ve ever had. I’m definitely having more fun here than I would’ve had at the gala,” she tells you and you grin back up at her. You lean up and tentatively press your lips to hers. You pull back after a second and look at Wanda, a bit nervous. She just smiles and gently pulls you back towards her. After a few minutes she nudges your shoulder gently. You take the hint and lay back, pulling her with you. The next thing you know, you hear someone clearing your throat and the two of you jump apart.

“Hi kids,” Tony says with a smirk and you wince at your mom’s unreadable expression.

“Am I in trouble?” you ask your mom.

“Take a guess,” she says with her hand on her hips.

“No?” you hear Steve trying to stifle a laugh as your mom raises an eyebrow.

“Guess again.”

“Mom, it’s not that big of a deal!” you argue.

“You were hooking up on the couch. Kind of seems like a big deal,” Clint says and you groan.

“I’m 17! What do you expect? And we were both fully clothed, that is not hooking up!” you glance over to Wanda for help but she looks terrified so you turn to Steve who sighs.

“She’s got a point Nat. She’s not a little kid anymore,” Steve says and your mom’s glare turns to him. They lock into a staring match and the room falls silent.

“Fine,” your mom says before turning back to you and Wanda. “But if I walk in on your girlfriend on top of you again-”

“You won’t,” Wanda squeaks and you nod vigorously. Your mom's glare drops and she chuckles a bit.

“Good,” she says before walking out. All the boys immediately burst out laughing as soon as she leaves the room.

“Good going kids,” Tony says through his laughter, patting you on the shoulder as they walk out.

“That was terrifying,” Wanda mumbles and you nod.

“Note to self, only make out with your girlfriend behind closed doors,” you say, looking over to her. The two of you hold eye contact for a second before you both burst out laughing.

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banashee · 4 years ago

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Day 7: Miracle

When you work for SHIELD, it often means that private plans get shot to hell. Every Agent knows this - it’s what they signed up for. But that doesn’t mean that Clint isn’t pissed as hell when they call Phil in on the second day of their vacation, because something came up and they absolutely need him. Not only that, they don’t have any use for him at the time, tell him to just stay put.

This. This right here is why he hates taking any time off. What use are days off, when he can’t spend them with his partner? If it wasn’t so incredibly close to Christmas, Clint might be a little more relaxed about it, but as it looks now, he might spend the holidays sitting alone in an empty apartment, which just sounds depressing as fuck.

This is why Clint usually volunteers to work over the holidays, to avoid this very situation. But ever since his relationship with Phil, he got to experience some truly beautiful Christmases and he really doesn’t want that to stop.

If both of them were to work, fine - at least, chances are they’d be stuck in whatever last minute mission together. But now?

Phil is several hours of flight away, juggling whatever bullshit someone else produced to try and rescue the situation, because this is how half of his jobs are going these days, while Clint is home alone with nothing to do and too many thoughts running wild.

He eyes the cupboard that holds the booze, mulls over it but doesn’t get up to get a drink. He’s not that low yet, and he wants to avoid that if he can - Clint does not want to start a habit that will be hard to break in the future.

Drinking with other people, casually and with nice company? Sure, every once in a while.

Drinking alone in a dark apartment to make his brain shut up? A really, really bad idea. Memories of years spent in fear of his father and later Buck Chisholm, Jacques Duquesne and even his own brother, Barney, stop him from doing that, even when the urge comes. Very occasionally, but still. He resists, and doesn’t even drink too often as it is.

Thinking back to the violence and loss of control back then makes him not touch any alcohol at all for weeks and sometimes months at a time.

With a heavy sigh, Clint flops over a few times, until he’s upside down and with his legs hanging over the back of the sofa. He sighs again, causing Lucky to come jogging from the next room over and sit down on top of him - but only after turning around a few times, paws are digging into uncomfortable places while he does so.

“Oof, ouch.”

A cold, wet nose nuzzles into him, and Clint can’t help but smile at that. Lucky is a wonderful dog, and he loves him to pieces, even when he seems to be determined to cut off his blood circulation in important body parts sometimes.

With his hands buried in soft golden fur and with Lucky licking all over his neck and the underside of his chin in true canine affection, Clint manages to relax a bit. Breathing gets easier, and instead of letting his brain get the better of him, he focuses on the dog. The deep, even breaths, the feeling of fur on his skin and the slight wagging of the tail that keeps hitting his legs.

“Good boy, Lucky. Good boy.”

As if in response, Lucky nuzzles him again and Clint scratches the good spot behind his ear. They stay like this for a while, until Clint gets a bit lightheaded from being upside down for too long - he moves in another position, with Lucky still sprawled on his chest. He simply holds onto the dog, turns and then they settle again. On the way to lay down properly, Clint fishes his phone from a mess on the coffee table.

“Hey there. I miss you” he types into his ongoing chat with Phil, hitting send before he does something stupid like telling his partner how he’s been feeling in more detail. Who knows when Phil will be able to respond to a personal text from his personal phone next - there is no need to worry him.

The last time he’d heard from Phil was about three days ago. He’s been okay then, telling Clint that things are kinda messy and that he hopes to be able to text or better yet, come back soon.

At almost 2 in the morning, Clint’s phone vibrates with a new message. He instantly wakes up from a light sleep due to the vibrations. He went to bed with the phone near him, just in case. It’s a long standing habit for both him and Phil when the other is away on a mission, just so they’ll know when the other texts or calls.

“Miss you, too. I don’t wanna jinx anything and say a date, but I might be able to be home in a few days. Hope I didn’t wake you up - I love you”

Clint squints against the bright light of his phone, but the message makes him smile. Phil is okay, at least okay enough to text and that is very reassuring to know.

“Be safe and come back soon. I love you, too!” he types back and throws his phone back onto Phil’s empty pillow. The date on the display says December 20th.

Just how long are “a few days” going to be, Clint asks himself while falling back into a restless sleep.

The next few days, Clint spends very similarly to the rest of the time. He doesn’t talk much to anyone but his dog, even on their long walks out. Back home, he keeps busy with household tasks and paperwork, desperate to do something to kill his time.

December 23rd, his calendar on the desk proclaims, while Clint finishes the last page of forms. He’s done - nothing to do, nothing to clean anymore - no Phil.

He’d texted this morning, stating he didn’t know yet when they’d be finished, saying he misses and loves Cint. It’s reassuring to read from him, but nothing beats having his partner right here.

“Fuck this.” Clint tells the date on the paper, and it remains silent, staring back at him, almost mocking.

Clint reaches out and puts it face down onto the table - it doesn’t help. He glares at tit for a moment, then leaves the room. He takes the leash off of the hook to go on a walk with his dog.

“Lucky! Come here, boy! we’re going to the park” he calls, and as soon as he finishes the word “park”, Lucky comes scrambling down the hallway with a wildly wagging tail and pure excitement in his eyes. Then he headbutts into Clint’s stomach to stop himself.

“Oh hey, are you okay?” Clint asks, gently patting Lucky’s head and unable to stop the laughter rising up his throat. The dog just beams up at him, enjoying the pets while waiting for him to finally put the leash on so they can go out.

Laughing feels good, too - Clint was planning on going for a walk to calm down in the first place, but it seems like Lucky just being the goofy and wonderful dog that he is did half the job before they even left the apartment.

It’s beginning to snow. Not enough to remain on the floor, but enough for Lucky to get excited and chase after the snowflakes in the air. He’s trying to catch them, and Clint happily lets him.

“Maybe we’ll have a white christmas this year, huh?” he asks the dog, then pulls out his phone to film a quick video of Lucky jumping into the air to try and get the snow. Small flakes are stuck in his fur, only slowly melting away. Clint can’t help but smile, and he holds out a treat behind his phone, then he gets Lucky’s attention - the video ends with a dog snout darkening the screen. He immediately sends the video to Phil.

Lucky has settled down next to him, and when Clint is finished with his message, he is met with deep brown dog eyes that look up at him. He smiles, smoothing down the fur on his dog’s forehead, then the sides of his head. Lucky leans into the touch, clearly happy with all of this love and attention. Most of his weight leans against Clint by now, eyes sliding closed.

They remain like this for a while, by the side of the park’s walkway. Some people “oohh” and “aww” at the sight of Lucky, especially families with children, but Clint doesn’t pay them any mind, apart from shooting a smile to a little girl who holds her mothers hand and waves at him with the other.

Lucky has that effect on people.

On their way home, Clint can feel the phone vibrating in his pocket. He fishes it out with one hand, heart stopping for a beat. He really hopes that this is a message from Phil - and really.

“Thanks for the video of our son. btw I’ll make it home in time for christmas!

Clint expects to find the apartment as dark and silent as he does.

What he doesn’t expect when he leaves the bathroom after a long, hot shower, is the light in the hallway being on and a familiar pair of shoes next to the door.

A spark of happiness lights up his entire mood as Clint makes his way towards the living room/kitchen area. And really, when he rounds the corner, he is greeted by the sight of Phil, whose suit looks rumpled and his five o clock shadow is very much turned into a beard by now, but he looks up at the sound of footsteps behind him and smiles.

“Phil!” Clint all but tackles his partner to the couch behind him. He can feel Phil’s startled laughter against his neck, but he has him wrapped up in both arms and holds on tightly. Both of them end up on top of it in a tangled mess, rumpled or, in Clint’s case, half dressed and damp from the shower, but none of it matters right now. They’re both home, in one piece but most of all, safe and reunited.

“No more last minute missions. Fuck that.” Clint says into his partner’s hair, and Phil just nods - he must be exhausted, because he doesn’t even pull away to sign an answer. This tells Clint everything he needs to know though.

He wraps arms and legs around Phil, then simply turns both of them over until Phil is comfortably on top of him, head tucked under his chin while Clint gently scratches the nape of his neck while he keeps his other arm firmly around Phil.

They stay like that until both of them drift off into a light sleep. It’s only when Lucky decides he wants to join in in the cuddles that they wake up, because the dog jumps gracelessly onto Phil’s back and licks his ear.

“Ow. Way to go, Lucky.”

Lucky just nuzzles closer, and Phil reaches up with one hand to pet him.

“Yes, I love you, too.”

Under him, Clint’s chest rumbles with laughter.

“You two are having your usual discussion?” he asks. His hearing aids are still in the bedroom, but he just knows how things usually go.

Phil just nods, and instead of an answer, chuckling. They stay on the couch for a bit, cuddling and trading lazy kisses, then a rumbling stomach decides that it’s time for dinner.

The morning of December 24th starts out late. They didn’t get into bed until late at night, and that’s perfectly fine. They don’t have to be anywhere, and even though it’s much later than planned, they can finally enjoy their vacation together.

Small dust particles are already dancing in the streams of sunlight that make it through the window and into their room, but neither Phil or Clint gives it any attention. They’re way too busy removing restrictive clothing so they can greet each other properly after the time they spent apart.

As messy as the holiday season has started, they still managed to start Christmas together - if it wasn’t so incredibly frustrating, they would have called it a miracle. But as it is, they’re here, they’re happy, and the days can come.

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Warnings:

- Referenced Alcoholism - PTSD/ Bad memories - Past child abuse

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This is a writing challenge set up by AJ Woolfenden on Instagram, starting on December 14th. One word per day for a week. Works shared have to use #writingweek

https://www.instagram.com/p/CILEG_agRzF/?igshid=1p72flhf7lhzz

Day 1: Snow Day 2: Festive Lights Day 3: Santa’s hat Day 4: Gifts Day 5: Silent Night Day 6: Red Noses Day 7: Miracles

All cover photos 1-6 used from Pixabay , 7th from unsplash. Free to use photos

#banashee writes #marvel fanfiction #xmas writing week 2020 #angst #hurt/comfort #tw alcohol

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daddysfangirls-marvel · 5 years ago

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Thank you for telling us

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Warning: fluff and nothing else

Summary: Avengers and their newest recruit coming out as trans?

(Female to male)

The only person that knew was Tony. He helped recruit him he went through his files he checked him first. He was actually the one to hide that fact in his files from everyone else, opting to let him come out when and if he pleased. He was very grateful that Tony never made any comments or jabs at him about it. The only thing he teased him for was his age he was the second youngest avenger next to Peter. Tony even went far as to help (y/n) avoided medical check-ups if he felt they weren’t necessary.

Everything was normal and he was accepted as him. They didn’t know any other and he didn’t want them too. But he couldn’t continue skipping medical check-ups, avoiding pool parties, and making excuses. Especially since in a few days, he would be going into the surgery to remove his breast and he really couldn’t hide that.

Sunday dinner had just finished and everyone had moved to the common room and was lingering about. (Y/n) was standing off by the window looking out at the rain he was nervous. He knew what he wanted to say but not how to start he knew they wouldn’t reject him but the avengers are a curious bunch and he didn’t really want to answer invading questions and he knew they would most definitely ask those questions. And that’s what he was scared of.

“Alright, you guys I’m heading home I’ve got to go to school in the -”

“WAIT” (Y/n) screamed startling everyone. He cleared his throat “ Sorry. I just- I have something to say. Something very important that I have to tell you all.” And now he had their full attention.

He had planned for this he spent several days thinking of a speech a perfect speech that would explain everything. It would explain himself and why he was doing this and why he felt this way and-

“I’m Trans”

That was not it.

“I’m transgender”

The room was dead silent no one said a word. He became extremely nervous as the silents continued. No one was saying anything and everyone held blank expressions. This was not what he expected.

“Male to female or female to male” it took (y/n) a moment to realize a question had been asked then another to figure out who asked it. It was Peter who was patiently waiting by the door just leaning on the frame.

“um...female to male”

“Cool” Peter shrugged it off

“Do you still ...have everything or are you going through the process still?” Clint asked making weird hand gestures.

“I’m due for surgery three days from now”

“Okay”

Bucky then cleared his throat and leaned forward on his knees “(Y/n), I have a very important question for you...who’s the better bird Clint or Sam?”

“Clint”

“HE DOESN’T EVEN HAVE WINGS”

And the room went back to buzzing with conversation and laughter as if nothing had happened. They went back to normal. Peter Came up to (y/n) and hugged him patting him on the back and telling him to call if he needed anyone to talk to. He threw up a peace sign as he left. In a bit of a daze (Y/n) takes a seat next to Steve. He did not expect this reaction.

“Did you think everything was going to change?” Steve said gaining his attention” whether you’re a boy or girl doesn’t change anything you are still you and we love you. But... Thank you for telling us”

“Thanks for listening?”

“My ears are always opened, kid”

A week later (y/n) had had his surgery and was put on bed rest, no avenging for him. He had not seen anyone besides Tony and Pepper since going into his surgery. He had gotten a bit worried after a while.

That night Tony had called him down to the common room he said it was extremely important. Thinking something was wrong he tried as best as he could to get downstairs. Once he reaches the common room he found it dark all the lights off.

“Tony?”

“SURPRISE” started but aware (Y/n) pulls out a flipping pistole as everyone shouts. But drops it and laughs when he has seen what they have done. Everyone is here the room is decorated in everything blue balloons, streamers, table cloth, on the table was a blue cake and on the wall, there was a banner that said ‘It’s a Boy’.

He laughs some more. He should have known they wouldn’t have let this gone so simply but he was okay with it.

“You guys are dorks.”

(male to female)

The only person that knew was Tony, him and a few on the medical staff bt they were sworn to secrecy. He helped recruit her he went through her files he checked her first. He was actually the one to hide that fact in her files from everyone else, opting to let her come out when and if she pleased. She was very grateful that Tony never made any comments or jabs at her about it. The only thing he teased him for was her obvious crush on Peter and her adorableness. She was just a little princess.

“Good morning, Princess”

“What are you doing in my room?” (Y/n) didn’t even bother moving or opening her eyes she knew it was Tony and he was doing something stupid, as usual.

“It’s time for breakfast sleeping beauty”

“Thank you now go away”

Tony gasped loudly she could imagine he looked offended “ Teenage girls so rude, Right Mr. Snuffles.”

That got her attention. She sat up in a panic and found Tony sitting at the end of her bed holding her stuffed Teddybear Mr. Snuffles. “Put. Down. Mr. Snuffles” she glared at him as she slowly stalked him. Tony quickly threw the bear and ran out of the room “ AND STAY OUT” she threw a pillow at the door he poked his head back in.

“by the way, breakfast”

In the kitchen, everyone seemed to be giddy and excited for something it put her on edge. Cint was on some type of Pranking spree getting everyone some people twice she had a right to be on edge she was the only one who hadn’t been hit yet and the only people that weren’t here were Vision and Clint. She also thought Peter was involved involuntary as he looked extremely nervous.

The room got quiet as Peter took a seat next to (Y/n). Oh no she thought.

“(Y/n)”

“Peter?”

“I was um... I was wondering....would you go out with me?” he said nervously she smiled and said

“...Oh my god, Visions” her smile was quickly wiped from her face as she saw vision walk into the kitchen with a certain box.

“(Y/n) your medication has arrived.” he shook the box a bit allowing the others to hear how much medication was in the box and there was a lot. (Y/n) quickly took it from him.

“Medicine? (Y/n) are you sick? are you ill? why didn’t you tell us” Thor was concerned to hear (y/n) was on medicine misgardians only took meds when they were sick or so he heard.

“I’m not sick Thor....I’m...I’m transgender,” she said quietly looking very uncomfortable.

“Oh,” Thor said he was educated on the sexes on earth and he knew what transgender was but not the processed worked. Never the less “ I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions and making you uncomfortable.”

“It’s...it’s okay. This isn’t how I imagined my coming out party but you guys had to find out eventually. So...yeah” she laughed nervously looking down at her feet.

“Okay first off “ Sam stood up dramatically waving his finger “number one-”

“Thank you for telling us. I know you didn’t imagine it like this but we appreciated it none the less” Steve said

“Two” Clint jumped out of the vents and snatched a bagel from Rhodey “ We are trained spies and assassins can’t hide anything from us. We already knew”

“And Three, you didn’t answer Peter‘s question,” Sam said pointing to Peter, more like poking.

(Y/n) couldn’t think straight. She just dropped something really big which turned out not to be so big as everyone already knew about it but she wasn’ t aware of that and now a boy was asking her out and her mouth couldn’t move she didn’t know how to answer and she was just and she couldn’t-

Tony noticed her distress and carefully leaned in and whispered” yes”

“YES” she shouted confused then smiled “yes I would like to go on a date with you Peter Parker”

“awesome, that's awesome. I should go and plan that date for me and you, you and I...yeah” With a huge grin on his face and a hop in his step better was off.

“I’ve got a date, I’ve got a date, I’VE GOT A DATE” she shouted and spun in a circle and jumping up and down hugging her box.

“aw the princess has finally found her frog” Tony teased but she didn’t care because she came out as trans and got a date with a boy all in the same day and it wasn’t even lunchtime.

(I hope this was okay you weren’t specific on what you wanted so I kind of made two stories. I’d also like to say I don’t know any transgenders personally so I didn’t really have anyone to help me with this and I didn’t know what I was doing entirely so I hope I didn’t offend or hurts anyone's feelings by accident)

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