#civil war fix-it

[kenztheweirdmf]

now I'm tempted to make a civil war fix it with starker, spidershield ,winterspider and stucky included like a slowburn and them actually talking like adults

[jinxquickfoot]

✨, 🍉,🎀,💌

From this ask game

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

The One Where T'Challa is Shuri's Weakness, which I wrote with @fluencca. It's honestly one of the best things I've ever worked on. I wonder sometimes if the title puts some people off, as Black Panther is one of the best MCU movies but not necessarily the most popular text in fandom land. But if Irondad is your thing, if Shuri & Peter being genius teenagers together is appealing, or if you just like kidnapping and angst fics, I really like this one and think a lot of people would enjoy it.

🍉in what ways has writing helped you process trauma and/or navigate through your own life?

So many ways. The big one for me is that I had a falling out with my high school friend group. There were sides, and I was in the smaller half, watching the bigger half grow closer and closer while some of us got shunted out. Which is why Civil War Fix-Its are so healing for me, because emotionally-speaking I always identify so hard with Tony. And I prefer Civil War Fix-Its over bashing fics that take sides, because for a long time, all I wanted was a final conversation with those friends where we all said sorry and acknowledged mistakes were made on both sides. That, and the idea that even after everything that happened, that Tony and Steve still miss each other. I find that idea very powerful and comforting.

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

...this is hard. Okay. I think I do theme really well. That tends to be my go-to when I'm constructing a base for a story. I have a moral tale I want to tell (usually something I've just learned for myself and now want to express narratively), so I have some characters learn it. Usually through a hostage situation because hey, whump is self-soothing and cathartic.

[all-the-stevetony-fics]

Part 1 of the slowest runner

Tony was pregnant in Siberia. Steve didn't know.

[This is the main story that frames all the others.]

Words: 2884

[rainintheevening]

Do you want to cry a river of tears?

Do you want to have your heart ripped out of your chest and cradled in the hands of an author who loves all her readers dearly, but is also the queen of writing angst and emotional conversations?

Do you want to know how much this story made me suffer and conversely gave me so much joy as I read it piecemeal for the last four years?

Then read this fic. And be grateful you're getting a whole chapter a week. I was not so fortunate. :))))))))

Here it is at last! My labor of love, the behemoth I've been teasing and hinting at for far too long! I hope you enjoy ^_^

Fandom: Captain America (AU of Civil War) Primary relationships: FoxholeBros, Steve & Bucky & Sam & OC, subplots with Staron and Sam/OC Rating: T Summary:

"Tony...." Steve wrenched his eyes away from the picture. "Are you saying...I have a son?" "No," Tony said. "I'm saying Hydra has your son."

[itsalmostavengers]

“I still hate you,” Tony mutters, voice shaky and entirely unconvinced while his hand expertly unbuckles the clasps of the uniform he designed so carefully, months and months and months ago.

“I know,” Steve responds gruffly. His beard scratches Tony’s jaw as those perfect teeth run down the thin skin of his neck, trace his jugular. His hands are rough iron clamps against each side of Tony’s beautifully tailored Versace two-piece. The fabric will be ruined beyond repair in less than ten minutes - Tony could bet his fortune on it.

They’ve played this stupid game before. Every time, Tony swears it’ll be the last.

Steve hitches him up onto the kitchen counter of the ridiculous New Jersey safehouse, and Tony goes willingly, yanking Steve into the open spread of his legs. This is the closest Steve’s gotten to New York since he first read those damned accords. The closest he can get to home is some 1965-styled kitchenette with pictures of old-timey adverts lining the walls and a microwave that’d probably irradiate you if you went near it.

It’s wrong- all of it. But there’s no changing it. Steve made his choice long ago, and Tony hates him for it. He should remember that. He should tell Steve that again.

“Fuck, God, Steve,” is what comes out instead, breathed against the other man’s mouth. Tony’s whole body is hot, taught, desperate, and he tugs the top half of Steve’s uniform off his torso. Steve spray painted over the colours- the whole thing is dark now, void of any trace of what it used to be. Tony hates that too.

“Tony,” Steve says, like there’s more to it- a name at the beginning of a sentence which never comes out. He clasps his teeth over Tony’s bottom lip, pushes his hands under Tony’s rapidly-wrinkling shirt and brushes his thumbs over each nipple, rubbing quick circles. The movement pulls another noise from Tony’s throat.

Fuck- the man knows him.

Steve steadies himself for a moment to catch his breath, nose brushing against Tony’s. Tony tries not to look into his eyes, whenever they do this. He’s never been good at seeing Steve’s soul - the one he never tries to hide, to mask. He’s not like Tony, you see. Everything he does, he does earnestly and from the heart.

The decision he made to leave with Bucky - to keep the culprit of Tony’s parents’ deaths a secret from him - they’d both come from that same heart. Hence, no eye contact. Tony has no desire to see how truly insignificant the space he takes up in Steve’s soul was.

Except now.

He does it without meaning to- just catching sight of those infuriating baby blues as he leans in for another messy kiss. Error number 1.

Error number 2 is not shutting his damn eyes and grabbing Steve’s dick like he normally does.

And error number 3 is the worst. Error number 3 is when he catches sight of Steve’s suddenly agonised expression, doesn’t ignore it, and instead asks “what?” Thus inviting conversation. They don’t come here for that. They come here to fuck eachother’s brains out for a night and then keep playing their cat-and-mouse chase across the globe as if anyone in a position of authority actually fucking believes it.

Steve goes perfectly still for a moment. Then he swallows. “This… this really makes you miserable, doesn’t it.”

He doesn’t frame it like a question.

Tony looks up at him, breathing hard. “Oh, I’m sorry I’m not looking ecstatic while getting groped by my ex boyfriend in a place that’s decked out like a prop house in a nuclear testing site. Would you prefer for me to giggle jovially while you fuck me amongst the dust and cobwebs?”

They’d used to have sex that was so full of love. This is how Tony always talks to Steve, now.

Steve shakes his head, a minute, grieving little thing. Tony feels the man’s breath skating across his face- feels the warmth of his bare chest, his shoulders, pressing against Tony.

“I thought…” he begins, then trails off for a moment as Tony skirts his hands down his chest, unlatches his belt. “I thought this made you happy. At least a little bit, even if you didn’t admit it. But it doesn’t. ”

Of course it doesn’t. But it’s all I have left of you.

“You think I’m coming here to find happiness? Jesus Steve. I’m coming here for tension relief,” Tony says, because he just can’t be truthful- he did his best when they were together, he really did, and it all failed anyway. Besides: Steve was never as truthful as Tony had always so fervently believed him to be either. “How about we both just stop talking and get down to that part.”

He gets his hands all the way to Steve’s boxers before Steve stops him- a gentle yet utterly unmoving grip. When Tony looks up at him again, Steve shakes his head. He’s grey in the face- if Tony didn’t know better now, he’d even say heartbroken.

“Tony, I…” Steve’s struggling for the words and he looks so beautiful, so so beautiful, just the same as the very first time Tony laid eyes on his photograph in the SHIELD folder he’d hacked his way into. “I didn’t realise you felt that way. Or maybe I did, but just didn’t want to acknowledge it because I was selfish.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“I can’t do this with you. To you.” Steve steps away jerkily, half his body lagging while the other half pulls, as if warring with his own system. His pale skin is patchy, covered in faint marks where Tony has grabbed him. “I thought we were both doing this for enjoyment, but you’re not, and so I can’t. It’s cruel.”

Tony realises what Steve is implying here. His heart - what’s left of the poor thing anyway - convulses in panic, and he stumbles off the counter. “I’m not a fucking dog,” he snaps, “I make my own choices.”

“You don’t even look at me,” Steve’s voice breaks then. “I wished more than anything that you’d look at me. But I just saw it, then, when you did.”

“Saw what?”

They’re facing off against one another now - it’s like they can’t stop themselves. They have to be on either side of the argument, they can never just agree, no matter how hard they both want to. Tony hates and hates and hates.

“Your eyes don’t lie to me, Tony.” Steve’s voice is soft, and he says it like that alone is enough. “Your mouth does. And you don’t want this.”

“See, do you see what you’re doing here, again?” Tony steps forward, smashes his finger against the place where the star used to sit proudly on Steve’s chest. “You’re making an executive decision about how I feel, as to what I need, when you don’t have that right. You don’t get to decide what’s best for me!”

“But you never do what’s best for you!” Steve’s hands flail helplessly. “You do what’s best for everyone else, or what you think you deserve, and you never think about how it’s going to hurt—“

“I DESERVED TO KNOW MY PARENTS WERE MURDERED, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!”

Tony was supposed to be making his way to an orgasm right about now - instead he suddenly feels so angry he can hardly breathe. Fucking typical. He just had to go and open his mouth, didn’t he?

He glares at the man who tore his heart out over a year ago. Steve looks back, his expression shattered. Tony feels angrier still when he realises that he’s never going to be able to see this person in front of him and not love him. He’s trying so hard, right now, and he can’t. Even after all this. He can’t find it in him.

“Just fuck me,” Tony says, and it comes out more exhausted than demanding.

Steve shakes his head. “I can’t.”

Right. Steve’s made up his mind about what’s best for tony. Again. Was it ever going to go any other way?

Sometimes, the tiredness goes so deep that Tony starts to feel it in his bones. His therapist says it’s psychosomatic- that bones don’t actually creak and groan like wooden doors in abandoned houses. Tony begs to differ.

“If we stop now, this is the last time you’ll ever see me,” he says, hoping, even now, that maybe something will change. That maybe for once, Steve will just put him first.

It’s a pipe dream. Tony comes to that realisation as soon as Steve shakes his head. Stupid.

“Maybe that’s for the best.” Steve’s voice is hoarse. Like each word is painful. Tony wishes that were true - in reality, he doesn’t doubt Steve is just wary of the fight his words will bring - the argument that’ll erupt out of Tony’s mouth in response.

But Tony’s done fighting. It’s a losing battle. Always has been.

He looks at Steve. Nods.

He walks out of the door without another word.

[thatneoncrisis]

really cool of the show to throw a toddler in there whos job is to Be Cute And Sassy and resurrect vander as a stupid ass werewolf frankenstien just so they can have another thing to violently rip away from jinx and make her more unstable without actually having to sacrifice any real characters

[mercedesgasly33]

i'm still not over brazil 2024 actually. Max is The Man.

[poughkeepsies]

I miss the mcu.

[maybe-a-good-person]

Heloo

Came back from the trip, and o, boy, I was not expecting this. It crushed me entirely ( I went to the Vukovar, Croatia). Every year 8. graders go to trip to Vukovar to learn about war, how horrific it is, consequences , victims of war, peace and that such a crime must never ever happen again in Croatia.

In 1864. the Geneva Convention on the method of warfare was adopted (protection of the wounded, surrendered soldiers, they must not be tortured, etc.)

in the Homeland War for Croatia that rules were violated, civilians were taken to camps, tortured and killed, (Croatia did not have an army because it was still in Yugoslavia at the time and had only volunteers coming from all around Croatia and world, ordinary people who had so much love for the state) and the volunteers were killed, and in order not to prolong it, I will only tell the places we visited and why

Water tower, symbol of Croatian strength

Ovčara mass grave (200 people were killed, 60 are still wanted and one person managed to escape)

Memorial cemetery for the victims of the Homeland War (938 people buried, the youngest was 6 months old, the oldest 104 years old)

Church of St. Filip and Jakov

Vukovar hospital

Why am I telling you all this?

Why am I posting all this?

Because, it doesn't matter it happened 30 and something years ago, it's still happening, but not to my country but to the Ukraine and Russia, and Israel and Gaza. It doesn't matter (ok it does but) who's aggressor, people die on every side and civils are treated unhumanly. So, if I learned something from this trip, it's that we don't need more war, more murders, we need peace, the only thing everyone ever wanted. Stop the war!

[polizwrites]

Reconstruction

This is a fill for today’s @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt: [#FFF269 Living Weapon] as well as my @buckybarnesbingo K2 - IMAGE: Bucky and Steve in Siberian silo hallway (CA:CW) square - see end of post.

Fandom: MCU/Marvel Pairing: Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Tony Stark Tags: Captain America: Civil War Canon Divergent, Siberian silo scene, communication is key Summary: An alternate take on the events leading up to the climax of Captain America: Civil War. Word Count: 268

The two of them froze at the sound of screeching metal; a set of blast doors being pried open. Without a word spoken between them, they dropped into a defensive stance: Steve going low with the shield, while Bucky aimed high with his rifle.

A flash of familiar red and gold forced its way into the hallway. To their surprise, Stark retracted his helmet. “You seem a little defensive,” he commented dryly.

Steve rose to his feet and walked towards his fellow Avenger. “It’s been a long day.”

“No kidding.” Bucky tensed again as a black-clad figure stepped into view; a grieving son seeking revenge. “Stand down, soldier,” Stark called out. “His Royal Highness isn’t here for you. We’ve got some updated intel about the guy who flipped your switch back in Berlin. Turns out he’s most likely behind the bombing in Vienna, too.”

“His name is Helmut Zemo.” T’challa explained, “Sokovian military intelligence and leader of a covert kill squad. A man with the right kind of information and connections to pull a great many strings.”

“And plenty of motivation, I assume.” Steve added grimly.

“Lost his entire family in the Ultron debacle,” Stark clenched his jaw. “Kind of hard to blame the guy for wanting vengeance against the Avengers.”

Steve nodded. “So he’s going after the living weapons that have been stored here to create his own army?”

“It feels like there’s something more up his sleeve,” Stark commented, “but first things first: are we working together or not?”

Steve held out his hand and Stark shook it. “Good. Now let’s kick some quick-thawed Hydra ass.”

[velvetreds]

today actually sucks guess who's going to be binge watching a ton of marvel bs today💔💔💔💔

[jinxquickfoot]

He’s preparing to throw the shield a third time when he hears a muffled shout and the sounds of a struggle, and then a raspy but still familiar voice is filling the cabin. “Stand down, Cap. No one has to die tonight.” -------------------------------------- When Steve and Rhodey get caught in a storm, the remains of HYDRA take advantage of their isolation.

[all-the-stevetony-fics]

After the war with Thanos is over, there's still this: Steve is in love with Tony, but Tony is getting married to Pepper. It's fine.

(Until it isn't.)

Words: 37,081

[x-authorship-x]

NEW FIC ALERT

MANDOKARLA

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types

Tags: Time Travel, Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Force-Sensitive Finn (Star Wars), Mandalorian Finn (Star Wars), Mand'alor Jaster Mereel, Mandalorian Civil War | Death Watch vs Jaster Mereel's True Mandalorians, Mistaken Identity, Found Family, Jedi Appreciation (Star Wars), Mace Windu Appreciation, Parental Jaster Mereel, the clown car is metaphorically rally driving in this one lads, Misunderstandings, Comedy of Errors, Force Ghosts, the Darksaber is more than a paid actor... it's the 'Big Name Hire'

Summary: FN-2187 was not a good Stormtrooper.

If the Darksaber (and the Ha'at Mando'ade) has its way, maybe he'll make an amazing Mandalorian instead.

…if Mace Windu and the Jedi don't find him first.

AKA

FN-2187 saves the galaxy.

He is totally ignorant of this fact, since Stormtroopers are more than a little sheltered.

Chapter One: The Other Side

[araiz-zaria]

Is there a notable improvement in these pics? I think there is 🙈

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Legate Rikke, cautioning General Tullius to take Ulfric Stormcloak seriously: Sometimes you eat the bear, sometimes the bear eats you.