#muse (James Rhodes)

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Where do we go from here - Part 1

Summary: Two funerals. Two couples. A tragedy like no other. And one big secret.

A/N: Written for @fandom-free-bingo Here’s something different, I hope you enjoy it. Leave a comment, heart and reblog if you enjoyed the story.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, F! Reader x Rhodey, Tony Stark x Reader (eventually)

Warning: 18+ angst, minors DNI, death, infidelity, smoking, mentions of self-harm and suicide. Hurt comfort.

Word count: 2764

Square filled: We deserve much better than we’ve had

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Empty.

That’s how you felt. Empty and utterly exhausted. Your eyes were dried and throat scratchy from all the crying, body aching with pain and mind a foggy haze. Forty eight hours it had been since you received the news of the car crash.

James Rhodes. Your husband. Dead.

Pepper Potts. Your best friend. Dead.

You received a call from the hospital while you were wrapping James’ birthday present. A birthday that never arrived. Instead a funeral did. Two consecutive ones. You hadn’t felt grief like this ever.

The service ended, you shook hands and hugged countless people, nodding along as they offered condolences, wanting nothing more than to head home, crash in your bed and never wake up. But you couldn’t. There was another funeral you had to attend, your best friend Pepper’s, you didn’t know if you could go through it all again.

But you had to.

A couple of moments later, you managed to slip away and found yourself sitting on a bench overlooking the graves. The day was actually sunny and bright, wildflowers littered along the gravestones as a gentle breeze blew. What a day for a funeral, you thought sadly.

Not long after you sat, you smelled cigarette smoke in the air before Tony Stark took a seat next to you. Tony was one of your closest family friends, well, he was your husband’s best friend. They practically grew up together, went to school, university and eventually ended up buying houses close to each other too. By way of default, when Pepper and him got married, it brought the four of you closer. She was your best friend and James was his.

It was perfect.

Your mind went back to the last dinner the four of you had at your place, it was only three days ago. Just a day before the accident.

“Here’s to celebrating milestones in friendships!”

James raised his whiskey glass, making you, Tony and Pepper follow suit before you clinked them together with warm smiles. You had cooked a nice dinner to celebrate a year of moving into this home you shared with your loving husband. It may as well have been just an excuse to get together with your friends, which happened too often.

“Thank you for dinner, Y/N. It was delicious. And the blueberry pie too! It is Tony’s favorite.” Pepper announced, making you smile at her husband who returned it, albeit reluctantly. There was something about the way he looked at you, it made you nervous, not in a bad way, per se. It was like he could stare into soul.

“It’s Y/N’s favorite as well.” James chimed in, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

While you cleaned up in the kitchen, Pepper coaxed James to let her take the new SUV out for a spin. She had been trying to persuade Tony to get the same model but apparently he wasn’t too keen on letting his Audi R8 go.

“You think I could sneak in an extra piece of pie?” Tony’s voice took you by surprise as he entered the kitchen.

“Oh! I thought you went along with James and Pep?”

“I mean it was either a piece of pie or Pepper yapping my ear off about how my R8 isn’t exactly ‘fit to be a family car’.” he shrugged, making you chuckle as you took out the remaining pie from the fridge and cut him another slice.

You were suddenly aware of your heartbeat as Tony leaned over to grab the plate from you, the close proximity unfamiliarly welcoming. His fingers grazed over yours ever so lightly, leaving their presence to linger.

What was even going on?

Tony was a good-looking man, there wasn’t a question. He had a handsome face with an impeccably maintained beard that only seemed to suit him best. And his eyes. A light brew of your favorite coffee, the brown doe eyes held as much kindness as they held self assurance. Deep down, you felt an attraction towards the man. It was harmless, wasn’t it?

Only time would tell.

“Y/N?” Tony’s fingers snapped you back to reality, making you realize he had asked you a question.

“Yeah?”

“You went into one of your zones again, didn’t you?” He smiled, taking a bite of the pie and letting out a moan of delight.

“Sorry. One of my zones?”

“Yeah. Your mind tends to wander off when the conversation isn’t interesting for you. I’ve observed.” He wasn’t wrong. The fact that he noticed and pointed it out made your cheeks flush.

“Sorry about that. It’s nothing really. I was just thinking about the time we first got together. I—I mean the four of us.”

“Right. It was a long time ago, wasn’t it?”

“It was at one of your famous parties. I walked in looking to have a good time, you and I had one too many whiskies and the next thing I know Pepper dragged you back to your house and James ended up dropping me home. And the rest is history.”

“The rest is history.” Tony repeated with a small chuckle as memories of that evening played out in his head.

“Sometimes I wonder if…um. Nevermind.” He shrugged, cutting his sentence short leaving you to frown.

“If what? Go on.”

You saw him take in a deep breath, release it slowly before facing you fully after he kept the plate away.

“I wonder if the whole opposites attract thing truly worked out for us. Or we just settled because it was obvious.”

Tony’s words stuck with you long after that night was over. As did the look he gave you. It had longing and hints of regret. Something that reflected in your eyes as well.

You must’ve been crying again because Tony reached out to wipe tears that had escaped, offering you a cigarette which you accepted, filling your lungs with smoke and closing your eyes.

“You know, I spent half of yesterday just staring at my bottle of sleeping pills, wondering if it would hurt less if I just took them.” you murmured, staring into the distance. The void inside your chest seemed perpetual and only growing, there was no relief, no end to this pain.

Tony remained silent, he probably had the same thoughts running through his mind. But you couldn’t tell. He slid closer, placing his arm over the backrest of the bench.

“I need to speak to you about the accident, Y/N. I found out some things that you have the right to know too.” his brown eyes bore into yours, letting you know the urgency in his voice.

“Tell me now.” Shaking his head, Tony stubbed his cigarette and got up.

“Tomorrow. Come home and we’ll talk.”

“But it’s Pepper’s funeral–”

“I couldn’t care less. Trust me. Tomorrow.”

You were taken aback, watching him walk towards his car before driving off while you sat on the bench, a mess of complex emotions.

.

Your right foot was bouncing against the sofa as you waited for Tony, his house felt oddly quiet and dark now that Pepper was no longer around. Safe to say your own home wasn’t exactly in the best condition either. You couldn’t remember the last time you cleaned, or had a proper meal.

He returned with a familiar looking overnight bag, some papers and a phone. As he laid them out in front of you, a pit began forming in your stomach. This couldn’t be what you were thinking it could be. It couldn’t.

“This is what they recovered from the accident. The bag was in the trunk, the phone was found a few feet away and this.”

He handed you the papers first, it looked like a confirmation of a hotel booking, a hotel located just on the outskirts of the town. It was booked under James Rhodes. Why would he check into a hotel when he was supposed to be out of town for a conference?

“I don’t understand..” you trailed off, not really wanting to know the details but Tony handed you the phone next. What you read, broke your heart into a million pieces. The doubts that you tried to push down resurfaced and had materialized right in front of your eyes.

They were chats. Chats between Pepper and James. Your husband and Tony’s wife.

Your eyes burned but no tears came, you felt betrayed, hurt and angry like you hadn’t ever. It was months and months of private conversations between them, you hadn’t even noticed Pepper’s name saved with a heart emoji on James’s phone, right below was your last message to him, checking up on him to see if he reached safely.

You turned to look at Tony who sat with his arms crossed, jaw ticking and hands balled up against his sides. He let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head before getting up to stand in front of the window that overlooked their huge backyard.

“Why didn’t–um, why didn’t the cops bring this to me?” you found your voice again but barely recognized it. It was hoarse from lack of use and weak, fearful of what you’d hear next.

“I asked them not to,” he replied quietly.

“Why?”

“Why? Seriously? You think you would’ve handled it well, Y/N? Given the things you said to me, I would be arranging for a third funeral right about now!” Tony didn’t mean to yell, but he did, because he shared your hurt and pain. He immediately regretted it watching you crumble on the floor, clutching the phone to your chest as you sobbed.

Dropping on his knees, he gathered you in his arms and let you cry, your tears soaked his shirt as you wept, body racking in pain while he held you. Your breath was still uneven but your tears eventually subsided, leaving behind a million questions.

“It had been going on for longer than a year, Y/N.” as if reading your mind, Tony mumbled, his voice muffled against your hair.

“I don’t want to believe it, Tony.”

He hugged you tighter, providing you the comfort you needed, wanted even, his presence grounded you, his scent calmed you.

“You’re staying here.” he declared once you separated, wiping tears from your cheeks and making you look up at him.

“I–I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. And you’re going to. You’re hurting, Y/N. We both are. I don’t think I could live with myself with you gone as well. I can’t.” Tony whispered, resting his forehead against yours, pleading you to stay.

He was right. You couldn’t bear the thought of returning to that house which you shared with James, your husband, also the man who had been cheating on you with your best friend for months. Given a choice, you would probably set it on fire to bury all the memories and destroy them. It wasn’t your happy home anymore.

“Will you stay?”

You nodded as he helped you back up, walking you up the stairs that led to the bedrooms.

“Wait, I can’t stay in the–”

“The guest bedroom is on your left. I’ve been sleeping there. I’ll take the other one. I can’t sleep in our bedroom either.” Tony’s lips were pressed in a thin line, fingers trembling before he hid them in his pockets.

Of course. It was hard for him too. You wondered if he had the same thoughts of burning the house down. You two were in the same boat, one that was drowning in a sea of sorrow, betrayal and tainted memories.

And now all you had was each other.

.

Moonlight streamed through the windows as you lay awake, staring at the ceiling for hours, sleep had evaded you. Checking the clock, it stated it was way past midnight, you turned to your side to attempt a small nap if your mind allowed; however a dull crash fell on your ears from downstairs, making you jump out of bed and scramble to the source.

It was Tony.

Eyes brimmed with tears, a half empty bottle of whiskey sitting atop the kitchen counter and shards of broken glass on the floor. As you stepped closer, you saw a broken picture frame as well, one that housed Tony and Pepper’s wedding day photo, both wide eyed and grinning ear to ear, now with a huge crack along the surface.

“Tony?” you treaded carefully, your voice barely over a whisper as you placed your hand on his shoulder.

His tense muscles relaxed under your touch, a sigh leaving his lips.

“She took a pregnancy test, Y/N.” he murmured so quietly you almost missed it. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you heard him. You knew Tony and Pep had been trying for a kid for a while now, Tony wanted a child more than anything.

“Oh my God.” You croaked, rubbing his back in attempts to comfort him as you saw his eyes brimming with unshed tears, your heart breaking for him.

“Now I can’t even know if it was mine. She was fucking pregnant!” He smashed the glass of whiskey on the opposite wall, the two of you watching the liquid stream down in little rivulets, joining the shattered glass.

Tony’s breaths were coming in erratic and shallow, his eyes unfocused, he was struggling to stand upright.

“Tony hey! Look at me, come on. Let’s get you over here.” You supported him until he was sitting on the barstool while you took a seat opposite him. Bringing your hands up to cup his face, you made him look into your eyes.

“Breathe for me, please. It’s okay.”

You sounded unsure but you hoped it was helping him, he was trying his level best to focus on your words but it was hard. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears, all other voices drowning as sweat lined on his forehead.

“Tony. Come on. I know you can do this. Focus. Just breathe.” You placed one of his hands on your chest, taking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly, waiting for him to follow.

It took a few beats but eventually you succeeded in getting him back to normal. He squeezed your hand gratefully, nodding his head to let you know he was alright. You grabbed him a water before pouring yourself a glass of whiskey, neither of you bothering to clean up the mess in the kitchen.

You sat together in silence, pondering over what your lives had become in a span of a week. The alcohol definitely helped, numbed your pain and made you drowsy.

The sun was starting to rise outside, a dull, gray light filtering through the windows letting you know it was dawn. The word exhausted seemed to be synonymous with your daily routine, it was all you ever felt. You took your empty glass and were heading for the sink when Tony grabbed your wrist and stopped you.

“Where are you going?” The uncertainty in his eyes tugged at your heartstrings.

“Just to keep this. Tony, I’m right here.” You reassured the man who followed you into the kitchen, as if to make sure you wouldn’t disappear all of a sudden.

“Will you leave me?” He whispered shakily.

This wasn’t a side of Tony you had ever seen. You were used to the confident, sassy man who joked around and made you laugh.

“I can’t deal with the pain alone. Stay. Please. You’re all I have, Y/N.”

There wasn’t a muscle in your body that protested, not that you wanted to anyways. Laying his head against your chest, he hugged you, holding onto you with all his might.

“Okay, I’ll stay. I’ll stay as long as you need.”

“You will?”

He felt you nod as your fingers carded through his hair, calming his nerves and reassuring him of your presence. He didn’t know how long it would take for you both to recover, but as long as you were with him and he with you, he felt some semblance of hope. That eventually everything could be okay.

“Of course. You’re all I have too.”

[ironman-tonystark]

Apparently, Morgan's classmates have been hearing some honest feelings about her various uncles and aunts on their lunchboxes and bags. She's very annoyed that Rhodey isn't on more merch.

[rocinantescoffeestop]

I'm playing around with an AI photo generator and started "casting" the iron man trio as the Arrowverse trio of Flash/Green Arrow/Superwoman. Here are my results:

Tony as Green Arrow, Pepper as Superwoman, Rhodey as The Flash

Of course, I didn't just leave it there. I switched up the roles again (Tony as FL/Pepper as GA/Rhodey as SM) and got:

And then one more time (you know the drill):

This is too much fun (and giving me too much inspo for more fanfictionnnn).

[hotdaemondtargaryen]

EWAN MITCHELL PHOTOGRAPHED AND INTERVIEWED FOR THE NEW YORK TIMES MAGAZINE.

ABOUT BEING RECOGNIZED

Like most people, Ewan Mitchell is accustomed to anonymity.

So during a recent trip to Manhattan, he was surprised by what a hotel doorman asked when he arrived: “You haven’t packed your eye patch?”

The actor is still getting used to strangers making the connection in public.

“I wouldn’t think people would recognize me, but they do.”

“I think it’s because of my strong chin.”

“When I’m dressed up as Aemond and catch myself in the mirror, he scares even me a little bit.”

When he’s not in character, Mitchell is soft-spoken and occasionally flashes a boyish grin, though he retains much of Aemond’s seriousness and quiet intensity.

He is also very private: He stays off social media and in the past has shied away from sharing much with the public.

“Once you lose the mystery, you can’t really get it back.”

HE KNOWS THAT AEMOND'S KEY ROLE IN S2 MEANS HE MUST ALSO EMBRACE THE SPOTLIGHT

“There is a point where you have to go, now’s the time to pull back the curtain.”

Like Aemond, Mitchell is a second son.

He grew up in Derby, an industrial town in the middle of England, and his parents expected him to follow his older brother’s footsteps and work at Rolls-Royce (the aerospace and industrial technology company, not the carmaker).

HIS INSPIRATIONS AND BECOME AN ACTOR

Inspired by films like “Citizen Kane” and “Taxi Driver,” Mitchell knew early on he wanted to become an actor.

When he was 13, his teacher asked each student in his class what they wanted to do when they grew up.

“Then it came to me, and I said, ‘I’m going to be an actor,’ and everyone laughed at me.”

His family could not afford tuition for drama school, so Mitchell attended a two-year vocational school, where he studied design and technology while working part-time at a restaurant and in customer service at a local soccer club.

Midway through the program, at 17, he was accepted into the Nottingham Television Workshop, a drama group that trains young people in acting.

Through the Workshop, Mitchell landed a leading role in a 2015 short film called “Fire,” about a young man who leaks fire from his hands.

Once the short was released, Mitchell downloaded it onto a dozen CDs, took the train to London and stopped by the offices of every agent he could find, handing them each a copy.

The one person who called back continues to represent Mitchell.

“By hook or by crook, I wanted to make sure that I was going to be in this business.”

ABOUT BEING CASTED AS AEMOND TARGARYEN

Aemond’s growing prominence in the show requires Mitchell to embrace the spotlight as well.

“There is a point where you have to go, now’s the time to pull back the curtain.”

But being cast as Aemond in “House of the Dragon” has been his biggest professional turning point by far.

“Since landing him, I feel like I’m able to now steer the course of my career.”

Mitchell had been rewatching the classic Hollywood adventure film “The Vikings” (1958) and musing about how he wanted to play a morally dark character similar to the one played by Kirk Douglas when he received an email inviting him to submit a taped audition for Aemond.

When he eventually auditioned in person, he left a lasting impression on Ryan Condal, the showrunner for “House of the Dragon.”

“When Ewan came into the room, he just had this presence to him that I can best describe as unsettling,” Condal said.

“It was kind of quietly terrifying the way he performed it, and it was totally different than everybody else. And then he thanked us very politely and left the room.”

Condal recalls asking Kate Rhodes James, the casting director, “Is he always like that?”

She replied, “Oh no, he’s just a very intense northern boy.”

To prepare for his role, Mitchell did not watch “Game of Thrones.” Instead, he read portions of “Fire & Blood,” the book by George R.R.

Martin that inspired the show, and studied the performances of Michael Fassbender in “Prometheus” and Peter O’Toole in “Lawrence of Arabia,” each playing a figure who wields power for his own ends.

ABOUT MATT SMITH AND DAEMON TARGARYEN

On his first day on set, Mitchell consulted with Condal and decided that he would avoid interacting with Matt Smith, who plays Aemond’s similarly menacing uncle and rival, Daemon, in order to heighten the tension between the two characters.

Mitchell had grown up admiring Smith’s performance in “Doctor Who.”

But on set Mitchell avoided any eye contact with him, keeping his distance until the climactic scene near the end of the first season when Aemond and Daemon finally face off.

“There’s this addictive kind of quality when you’re in the shoes of a character.”

“When you lose yourself for a moment, it’s almost like a dream.”

ABOUT HIS HOME AND HIS DOGS

When he isn’t acting, Mitchell still lives at his family home in Derby and spends time with his dogs, three whippets named Eva, Bella and Bonnie.

“Now that I’m on it.”

“I’ve just got to stay on the dragon.”

[viserya-firstofhername]

hotd 2x08 live reaction

I shall release these without edit, listening to Muse and I shall not give a single fuck:

After how many fucking years, for me, to agree with Criston fucking Cole. What have I made of myself???

Doughty ambassador!!!! I should ask for your hand in marriage immediately

A Lannister humiliated tis my jam forever

Getting those Brethren Court vibes is on point. I see you Condal, I am a fan of At World's End also

I want you to fuck my wives YES I want me to do the same miss

I WILL NOT ALLOW IT, yes, you shall NOT

DO YOU NEVER SLEEP WITCH—No I do not, Daemon—this so beautiful

I do not wish for my bestie girl goth witch to walk about with her hair tied, I shall have her only in her full wilde hair glory and I shall finally understand why men in my life wish for me to not tie that fuckload of mane of mine own

THE SAP THE JUICE

I do not entirely appreciate Daemon’s development, but I 1000% appreciate Simon Strong

They leaked the scenes on purpose I am calling it I was over it five days ago, but the CGI is atrocious still and you guys.....

I swear I just saw Leo Ashton there in that last second that was lovely Ewan

Syrax *me incoherent sounds* we are soulmates bbe

Daemon, you are a whiny-little-bitch-man-child, but I love you, because I am too a little whiny bitch meself. Going for the forehead bump again

SIMON MVP OF THE SEASON

Nooooooooo I do not wish for the Gullet in 3x01 please do not do it to me hbo I hate u so

I shall endavour to improve meself. Fullstop.

'I will continue as I began. Alone.' Lovely truly, I get you dearest ser

I love it in a wide shot when for a few seconds I cannot tell if 'tis Rhaenyra or Helaena. I also love them both so dearly, as well as the bestest Kate Rhodes James the woman-casting-director that you are

'I resented you for what you wanted' but dialogue weak so sorry dears you cannot reach Otto Highlevels, like a midwife

A slightly pointless scene tho, I ought to have had more Jace instead

Let them think what they must is sssssuch a mood tho

Ramin, Ramin! RAMIN! FOREVER my beloved

Generally underwhelming just a bit but also lovely and also please don’t do the Gullet in 3x01 I WANT MORE JACE

A testament to having seen leaks and still enjoying what I saw immensely. Both the unpleasurable and the opposite

Good fucking gods the Gullet how i wished they push it to like mid s3 but NO WE CANNOT HAVE what we want

[thursdaygrl]

ok i have saved some drafts but it's up in the air whether i'm keeping all of them. for right now i'd like some new things so like for a one liner from one of the muses under the cut!

aurelio ferrante, 21, bisexual, he/him, simone baldasseroni fc

dove velazquez, 19, bisexual, she/her, jenna ortega fc

grayson rhodes, 34, straight, he/him, glen powell fc

letha barclay, 26, bisexual, she/her, jaz sinclair fc

maren bergstrom, 22, bisexual, she/her, hunter schafer fc

quinn zhang, 19, bisexual, she/her, lola tung fc

river im, 24, lesbian, she/they, london thor fc

ronan paynter, 23, straight, he/him, bryn chapman parish fc

rory medina, 23, lesbian, she/her, ruby cruz fc

orpheus ‘sully’ sullivan, 26, bisexual, he/him, mike faist fc

susanna ‘sosie’ vanderbilt, 21, bisexual, she/her, sydney sweeney fc

stevie poole, 21, lesbian, she/her, erana james fc

[findroleplay]

21+. She/Her. Please be 21+ to interact. I'm looking for threads for my three biggest fandoms right now on Discord or through Tumblr messages. I will share more info about my writing style when I first reach out to you. All I'll say right here are the two most important things: I cannot guarantee daily replies (it usually takes me 2-3 days) and I do not double.

I'm mainly looking for MxM ships and canon x canon pairings for these, but I'm open to discussing other things on that front. I'll just be listing my main muses for each fandom. We can discuss ships together. I'm generally pretty open when it comes to those.

Baldur's Gate 3 (BG3):

Abdirak Astarion Ancunín Cazador Szarr Enver Gortash Gale Dekarios Ketheric Thorm Raphael Relonor (My Dark Urge ; Male Drow ; Swords Bard) Zevlor

Interview with the Vampire (IWTV ; AMC show only):

Armand Lestat de Lioncourt

Marvel/Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU):

Benjamin Poindexter Billy Russo Bruce Banner Bucky Barnes Eddie Brock Frank Castle James Rhodes Loki Laufeyson Nathan Summers Andrew!Peter Parker Phil Coulson Ray Nadeem Remy LeBeau Tony Stark Victor von Doom

If you'd like to work something out, like this post and I'll reach out to you as soon as I can.

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[prpfz]

21+. She/Her. Please be 21+ to interact. I'm looking for threads for my three biggest fandoms right now on Discord or through Tumblr messages. I will share more info about my writing style when I first reach out to you. All I'll say right here are the two most important things: I cannot guarantee daily replies (it usually takes me 2-3 days) and I do not double. 🌹

I'm mainly looking for MxM ships and canon x canon pairings for these, but I'm open to discussing other things on that front. I'll just be listing my main muses for each fandom. We can discuss ships together. I'm generally pretty open when it comes to those.

Baldur's Gate 3 (BG3):

Abdirak Astarion Ancunín Cazador Szarr Enver Gortash Gale Dekarios Ketheric Thorm Raphael Relonor (My Dark Urge ; Male Drow ; Swords Bard) Zevlor

Interview with the Vampire (IWTV ; AMC show only):

Armand Lestat de Lioncourt

Marvel/Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU):

Benjamin Poindexter Billy Russo Bruce Banner Bucky Barnes Eddie Brock Frank Castle James Rhodes Loki Laufeyson Nathan Summers Andrew!Peter Parker Phil Coulson Ray Nadeem Remy LeBeau Tony Stark Victor von Doom

If you'd like to work something out, like this post and I'll reach out to you as soon as I can.

give a like and anon will get back to you

[canonrpfinder]

21+. She/Her. I've recently started another journey through the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) and have gotten back into Marvel comics and would love to get some threads going. My love for Baldur's Gate 3 (BG3) is also as strong as ever, so I would like to do some stuff with it too.

Please be 21+ to interact!!!!!

I write on Discord or through Tumblr messages. I like to stick to Tumblr for plotting. Replies usually happen within 2-3 days. Sometimes daily, if work isn't going too badly. Sometimes longer, if I've had a bad work week and a busy weekend. I write in third person, past tense and around 150-400 words. I do not double and have no triggers. I'm only looking for canon x canon and prefer MxM ships. NSFW/smut is always welcome but never a requirement.

I'll just be listing my main muses. I have plenty of favorite ships and am open to discussing others.

Anyone in bold I'm especially looking to write as right now.

Marvel:

Benjamin Poindexter

Billy Russo

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Frank Castle

Frank Payne

James!Harry Osborn

James Rhodes

Loki Laufeyson

Matt Murdock

Nathan Summers

Willem!Norman Osborn

Andrew!Peter Parker

Phil Coulson

Quentin Beck

Ray Nadeem

Remy LeBeau

Tony Stark

Victor von Doom

Yon-Rogg

Baldur's Gate 3:

Abdirak

Astarion Ancunín

Cazador Szarr

Dark Urge

Enver Gortash

Gale Dekarios

Halsin

Ketheric Thorm

Nere

Raphael

Rolan

Rugan

Sebastian

Wyll Ravengard

Zevlor

If you want to work something out, your best bet is to message me. I can be bad about checking likes on my posts. If you don't want to reach out first, you can like this. It'll just take longer to hear from me.

✒

[roleplayfinder]

21+. She/Her. I've recently started another journey through the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) and have gotten back into Marvel comics and would love to get some threads going. My love for Baldur's Gate 3 (BG3) is also as strong as ever, so I would like to do some stuff with it too.

Please be 21+ to interact!!!!!

I write on Discord or through Tumblr messages. I like to stick to Tumblr for plotting. Replies usually happen within 2-3 days. Sometimes daily, if work isn't going too badly. Sometimes longer, if I've had a bad work week and a busy weekend. I write in third person, past tense and around 150-400 words. I do not double and have no triggers. I'm only looking for canon x canon and prefer MxM ships. NSFW/smut is always welcome but never a requirement.

I'll just be listing my main muses. I have plenty of favorite ships and am open to discussing others.

Anyone in bold I'm especially looking to write as right now.

Marvel:

Benjamin Poindexter

Billy Russo

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Frank Castle

Frank Payne

James!Harry Osborn

James Rhodes

Loki Laufeyson

Matt Murdock

Nathan Summers

Willem!Norman Osborn

Andrew!Peter Parker

Phil Coulson

Quentin Beck

Ray Nadeem

Remy LeBeau

Tony Stark

Victor von Doom

Yon-Rogg

Baldur's Gate 3:

Abdirak

Astarion Ancunín

Cazador Szarr

Enver Gortash

Gale Dekarios

Halsin

Ketheric Thorm

Nere

Raphael

Relonor (My Dark Urge ; Male Drow ; Swords Bard)

Rolan

Rugan

Sebastian

Wyll Ravengard

Zevlor

If you want to work something out, your best bet is to message me. I can be bad about checking likes on my posts. If you don't want to reach out first, you can like this. It'll just take longer to hear from me.

.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Where Do We Go From Here - Part 2

Summary: Two funerals. Two couples. A tragedy like no other. And one big secret.

A/N: Written for @fandom-free-bingo Here’s something different, I hope you enjoy it. Leave a comment, heart and reblog if you enjoyed the story.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, F! Reader x Rhodey, Tony Stark x Reader (eventually)

Warning: 18+ angst, minors DNI, death, infidelity, smoking, mentions of self-harm and suicide. Hurt comfort.

Word count: 2721

Square filled: We deserve much better than we’ve had

Read Part 1 here

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“I love you, Mr. Rhodes.”

“I love you more, Mrs. Rhodes.”

Content.

That was a primary feeling among others, contentment and giddiness. It was the happiest day of your life. You had married your love, James Rhodes. The ceremony was everything you had wished for and more, all of your friends and family watched happily as you exchanged vows and rings, grinning ear to ear as you were declared man and wife.

The day you met him, or rather evening at Tony Stark’s party, hadn’t been the most perfect. Hell, you were too wasted to even remember but Rhodey had dropped you home - more like carried you, tucked you in bed, and left some Advil along with a note like a gentleman, a tiny smiley face with his number that had you giggling like a teenager. And that was the beginning of your relationship.

And exactly six months later you were dancing to your favorite song with your new husband who had a firm arm around your back, the other holding your hand while you lay your cheek against his chest, loving every minute of the moment. The song ended and you broke apart, reluctantly letting him go, you pecked him on his lips a couple times before excusing yourself to use the ladies room.

The door seemed to be locked so you gave a soft knock, frowning when you heard muffled voices of what sounded like two people arguing. Twisting the knob, you entered anyway because you couldn’t wait and stumbled on Tony and Pepper. They had been squabbling.

“I’m really sorry guys, I–I couldn’t wait.” you hurried into a stall, gathering your wedding gown as best as you could. You heard Pepper storm off, the clicking of her heels wasn’t exactly silent, before Tony’s footsteps receded soon after. As you headed out, Tony had been leaning against the opposite wall, looking tired and mildly irritated.

“All okay?” you asked, genuinely concerned for two of your closest friends. He waved his hand in dismissal and shrugged, giving you a tight-lipped smile.

“Was that payback for me accidentally walking in on you in your bridal gown?” Tony jested, making you giggle as well as recalled the moment that happened just a few hours ago. Someone incorrectly told Tony about Rhodey’s room and he had barged in on you with two of your bridesmaids after you had just put on your wedding dress. He could’ve sworn his heart had stopped at that moment. You were stunning, so beautiful he actually struggled to form words. Clearing his throat awkwardly, Tony had left, not before giving you a once over, the image of you had been stuck in his mind for posterity. He couldn’t help but feel how lucky his best friend was.

“Oh God no! That was um, I just really had to go. I didn’t know you guys would be in there, arguing.” you blinked, shuffling from one foot to the other.

“While women’s bathrooms are at the top of my list for quarreling, I’m sorry you had to see that.”

Tony had a knack for making a joke out of serious situations, you knew that, you wondered if that was one of the reasons for him and Pepper arguing. Pepper, as far as you knew, was a no-nonsense person. As the two of you walked back towards the hall, you saw your new husband deep in conversation with her. Thinking nothing of it, you turned to Tony.

“I should probably–”

“Good luck with–”

You spoke at the same time, chuckling as Tony scratched the back of his neck, looking back up at you with a sincere smile on his face.

“Good luck with your marriage, Y/N. I hope you two are happy, and not just for the pictures.”

The sun had risen a few hours ago, heavy curtains blocked most of the light where you lay in the guest bed, working up the courage to face the day. Pepper’s funeral had been another painful reminder of your new reality. People kept offering their condolences to Tony who had his stoic facade on, occasionally looking out for you to check if you were still around. You had made it a point to be there for him, he wasn’t exactly volatile but the man needed you to ground him, probably more than you needed him. Or maybe it was the same. Who knew?

All you knew was if there was anybody in the world who could get what you were going through, it was Tony. And it was the same for him. It was the strangest and the most tragic connection you two had now.

You stood outside your house and stared at it, a house that held so many memories, happy memories with you and James. It was now just walls and bricks. Tony had been reluctant to leave you alone but after much assurance, he dropped you here and left for work.

You went on a cleaning spree once you stepped in, the kitchen had been dirty, your bed was unkempt. Blasting on some loud music that you knew James would’ve hated if he were alive, you cleaned the house. And you actually felt better once you were finished. It was exhausting but therapeutic. Your mood had been lifted enough for you to make a batch of mini blueberry pies to take back to Tony’s. The only thing that you dreaded was opening the closet, conflicted between never wanting to find out what he had been hiding in there and wanting to know everything and be done with it.

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He was smiling. Not believing this was his reality now, everything was perfect, everything felt right. The way it was supposed to be. A comfortable peace settled in his chest as he watched you from afar, laughing with your friend, Pepper as you cooked. A glass of wine in one hand while you stirred a pot with the other, lips curved into the most gorgeous smiles that always set his heart racing, Tony could feel the love radiating off of him.

Catching his eye, you winked, causing him to chuckle before making your way over, your beautiful face forming a frown as you saw the cup of coffee in his hand.

“Coffee? Really, Tony?” you placed your hands on your hips, giving him a stern look.

“And then you wonder why you can’t sleep at night.”

“I mean, I plan on keeping you awake with me…” he trailed off, smirking as he pulled you close by your waist.

“Oh? I didn’t know we had those kinda plans tonight, Mr. Stark.” your fingers had found their way into his hair while he placed soft kisses along your neck, feeling your body mold perfectly against him.

“Now you’ve got your reminder, haven’t you Mrs. Sta–”

Tony jolted awake, the sound of the buzzer outside broke the little dream into a sad reality. Once again, he had fallen asleep on the couch. A habit that Pepper hated, one that had led to several arguments in the past. The small screen by the door revealed your face, Tony’s previous dream flooding his mind once more, making him shake his head as if it could be brushed off.

“Hey!” you gave Tony a small smile, stepping inside the house and immediately noticing the blanket on his couch.

“Were you asleep? Shit! I’m so sorry.”

He shrugged and waved it off, saying it wasn’t a big deal, narrowing his eyes as he noticed something on the blouse you wore.

“I cleaned the house, it felt great! Which I don’t think I’ve said in what feels like forever. I also made those mini blueberry pies you like. Here.” you handed them to him, watching his face light up genuinely after weeks. It made all of the efforts worth it.

“You ate some too, didn’t you?”

“Huh?”

Tony chuckled and reached out to pick up a tiny piece of fruit from your collar, his fingers linger over your skin. Looking down, you noticed the purple-red stain in a couple other spots too, mentally cursing yourself for being so sloppy.

“The stain is gonna set..” you murmured, trying to rub it off with your nails and failing.

“Um, you could wear one of my t-shirts, if you want. I’ll get one for you.” Tony suggested, promptly heading upstairs when you nodded in agreement.

Deciding on taking a shower while you were at it, you turned on the faucet and let the hot water cascade down your body, your weary muscles relaxing under it. Your mind went about this arrangement you had come to, you were living with your best friend’s husband for weeks now, sleeping in the guest bed, dealing with the deaths of your significant others who happened to be in an affair. It was all the makings of a drama movie.

Tony had been your support system, a shoulder to cry on and quite frankly the only person you could tolerate. He didn’t look at you with sympathy, nor did he offer unsolicited advice, he was just there, to hold your hand when you needed, to wipe your tears when you had bouts of anxiety and broke down, Tony was there and that was enough.

Slipping on his t-shirt felt oddly comforting, it smelt of something that was distinctly Tony Stark - a mix of coffee, cigarettes and cologne. Heading downstairs, you noticed him nursing a cup of coffee in his hands as he sat on the kitchen counter.

“Coffee? Seriously? It’s time for dinner, Tony Stark.” you shook your head, your voice breaking him out of his reverie.

His heart definitely skipped a beat. You sounded eerily similar to the dream he just had, two, you wore his clothes which made something bloom in his chest, something that was probably inappropriate. He found his restraint slipping by the minute.

Raising his hands in defeat, he placed the mug away and held out a bottle of wine for you.

“I had this one saved, I know it’s your favorite. What do you say?”

You could use a drink, you thought. Or ten. And the fact that he had your favorite bottle saved made you smile at his thoughtfulness. You had dinner in silence, a comfortable one though before Tony dug into one of the small pies you had made.

“I swear to God, I would’ve married you just for these.” he realized what he’d said the next second, quickly apologizing and cursing himself under his breath.

“I found Pepper’s clothes on his closet, Tony.”

You didn’t want to say it, didn’t want to cause him more pain but it slipped out.

“I burned them.” you added quickly, watching him give you a small nod, as if to say it was the right thing to do.

“Fuck them.” you whispered.

“Yeah, fuck them.” Tony agreed, clearing out your plates. You watched him clean them, noticing he wasn’t wearing his wedding band anymore.

“Are we bad people, Tony?” you asked a few breaths later, staring out the window with your wine glass. Tony sighed, making his way over next to you, shoulders almost brushing.

“You know we’re not, Y/N. We deserve much better than we’ve had. Cheating is a choice, a choice they both made and broke vows. It doesn’t reflect our character, it reflects theirs.”

He was right. Somehow he always said the right things.

“Did you read this in a bad self-help book somewhere?” you jested, angling your body towards him after hearing him chuckle.

“Oh yeah. I’ve got about nine hundred quotes just ready to roll out whenever.”

You felt yourself laugh, a version of yourself that was earlier buried so deep down, you thought she’d never come out. Tony placed a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingers caressing your cheek softly as he stepped closer.

You swore your heart was beating loudly enough for him to hear, your eyes glancing down at his lips. Now just inches away, you placed your hands on top of his and took in a deep breath.

“We can’t, Tony.”

“Why not?” he hadn’t moved away, he touched his forehead to yours and closed his eyes, his breath mingling with yours.

“We’re not those bad people, remember?” you breathed, not really wanting him to go away but you had to do the right thing. You didn’t want him or you to regret what would happen in the spur of the moment. He kissed you on your forehead, his soft lips still lingering against your skin as he spoke.

“We are people who repressed our feelings for far too long though. I know I am.” he murmured, leaving you confused.

What did he mean? Repressed feelings?

Opening your eyes, you found his brown orbs imploring yours, saying everything that was left unsaid between you over the years. Cupping his face, he leaned into your touch instinctively, still not moving from his place.

“I’ve had feelings for you way before any of this happened, Y/N. I thought you knew.” he whispered.

You did. You just never found the courage to confront him about it or even act on your own. You were married to his best friend, for God’s sake. And now…

“Would you regret this if I told you how much I’ve wanted you, Y/N?”

Tony had been holding himself back for a long time, he couldn’t any more. He would stop if you told him to, no questions asked, but something inside him said you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

“Answer me, Y/N. Would you regret it?”

Tears filled in your eyes and spilled over, down your cheeks where they met Tony’s gentle fingers that wiped them off. You were waiting for the voice inside your head to tell you this would be a mistake. That voice never spoke up.

“No.”

That simple word was a sentence in itself. It was all Tony needed to hear before closing the distance. He kissed you softly at first, melding his lips against yours as he pulled you against his chest. Kissing him was like coming home after a long, tiring day. It was new and yet familiar, like you were doing something right for once. He coaxed your mouth open to deepen the kiss, a mix of blueberries and wine that felt so right to him too.

Everything else felt like a beautiful blur to you. He carried you up the stairs, never breaking the kiss, laid you on the mattress, peeling his t-shirt off your body and admired your flushed skin. Nudging you with his nose, your eyes fluttered open to reflect zero traces of regret, giving him a signal to go ahead. You could think about the million other things running through your mind later, right now all that mattered was you and Tony.

His clothed shaft made its presence known as his hips drove forward, his head now dipped low between your breasts as he caressed your body. A needy moan left your lips as he peeled your shorts off, fingers teasing your moist entrance.

You undressed him quickly, wanting and needing him to make you feel good. Caging you with his arms on either side of your head, Tony pushed inside your heat, welcoming the warmth that enveloped his cock so well. His name fell from your lips in a soft sigh, urging him closer as you wrapped your legs around him.

Everything fell into oblivion as Tony fucked you, drove you to a point of ecstacy and held you as you fell apart. Kissed you like there was no tomorrow and yet all of his kisses felt like promises, promises of a better tomorrow. A future that would be better than your past, and your present.

[ironman-tonystark]

Every year Rhodey tells me I'm impossible to buy presents for, and every year I tell him that we can do no gifts and then get him one anyway. It's tradition at this point.

[thatslayer]

things of slay - blog updates

As I've mentioned before, I'm slowly doing some cleanup on this blog and a couple of others. For just a bit, my focus will be on re-working my verses to cast or re-cast necessary muses.

First things first:

CASTING -- I prefer even my free verses to have some solid, non-changing cast members because it helps keep the story tight and moving forward if several of us are on the same page about the plot and our place in it. A bit like a group verse, aside from the fact that any mutual can slide into the universe without asking or applying to do so. The only difference is when there's a specific muse that's cast in a role, I won't interact with a duplicate of that muse in that verse -- an example would be that @gloriousxdarkness is the only Elektra in the Crossed Worlds open spin-off verse, 'Back in Black' but OCs and non-cast muses are welcome to hmu in 'Back in Black' any time.

I'm throwing out a line because I'd like to get some canons in the mix in my open verses. Here's what I'm specifically looking for, verse by verse:

Back in Black -- Clint Barton, James Rhodes, Peter Parker, Laura Barton, Nick Fury, Matt Murdock, Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, Blade, Any X-Men, Any DCEU, Superheroes and supervillains welcome! It's set in the current year, but diverges from canon at the end of Thor: Ragnarok. In this verse Thanos never happened. This is a very canon verse, other than that, please be aware.

Stranger Things -- I'm restarting my ST open verse, basically from scratch so I'm looking for anyone who's up for it!

Immortal Beloved -- I'd love to have a full set of Mikaelsons, of which I'm only missing Bex and Klaus. Looking for witches, werewolves, other Slayers, vampires, you name it! Set vaguely smack-dab in the middle of The Originals second season.

As always, OCs are welcome in all verses, I'm highly interested in interacting with female muses and I welcome conflict IC as well as friendship, found family, romance, etc. The easiest way to chat about this is to hmu on discord at faithlehane but make sure to tell me who you are/what your tumblr url is. <3

[wrestle-dreamhq]

WRESTLEDREAMHQ, a non kayfabe wrestling based roleplay group that has been around for over a year now! (WE ARE LOCATED ON DISCORD) We welcome new members all the time with admins who are always ready to connect with you! We also offer TUPPER for those who want multiple muses 💜 We currently are on Disboard!

Here’s what our current most wanted list is looking like :

Giulia, Stephanie Vaquer, Carmelo Hayes, Kelani Jordan, Jimmy Uso, Trick Williams, Ricky Starks, Hook, Kayden Carter, Zaria, Sonya Deville, Matt Cardona, Cody Rhodes, Megan Bayne, Penelope Ford, Gia Miller, Channing Stacks Lorenzo, Adriana Rizzo, Kris Statlander, Jon Moxley, Roman Reigns, Arianna Grace, Nikkita Lyons, Saraya, Mandy Rose, Shotzi, Mercedes Mone, Lyra Valkyria, Kiana James, Isla Dawn, Alba Fyre, Ridge Holland, Dakota Kai, Iyo Sky, Kairi Sane, Asuka, Dominik Mysterio, Stevie Turner, and plenty more!

[thursdaygrl]

i've saved some drafts from when i was last on here but for now i'd really like to write some new things. i'm putting a shortlist of muses to select from below and you can like this for a one liner starter ♡

apollonia serafini, 19, lesbian (closeted), she/her, amanda fix fc

arlo guerra, 21, straight, he/him, jordan gonzalez fc

aurelio ferrante, 21, bisexual, he/him, simone baldasseroni fc

dove velazquez, 19, bisexual, she/her, jenna ortega fc

elias stratford, 30, lesbian, they/them, e.r. fightmaster fc

ford hadley, 49, straight, he/him, norman reedus fc

grayson rhodes, 34, straight, he/him, glen powell fc

james knight, 28, lesbian, she/her, missy peregrym fc

joseph greene, 23, straight, he/him, owen teague fc

letha barclay, 26, bisexual, she/her, jaz sinclair fc

luther olander, 26, straight, he/him, valter skarsgard fc

quinn zhang, 19, bisexual, she/her, lola tung fc

river im, 24, lesbian, she/they, london thor fc

ronan paynter, 23, straight, he/him, bryn chapman parish fc

orpheus ‘sully’ sullivan, 26, bisexual, he/him, mike faist fc

warner oakes, 22, straight, he/him, christopher briney fc

[portumhq]

It would be so nice to see more dark-skinned muses please!!

absolutely  agree,  anon  !  we love the diversity of portum but could definitely do with some more dark skinned faceclaims in our little town. some  faces  we  would  love  to  see  around  here  are ( updated )  :  algee smith, alyah  chanelle  scott,  antoinette robertson, arsema thomas, ashton  sanders, asjha cooper, assa sylla, ayo  edebiri, bayo gbadamosi, bethany antonia, brandon mychal smith, brian  michael  smith, brian  tyree  henry, cherrelle skeete, christine adams, coco  jones, daniel  ezra, daniel  kaluuya, damson idris, danielle  brooks, danny  pudi, dewanda  wise, han hyunmin, idris  elba, janelle  monae, jamal ajala, jessica córes, jobel mokonzi, jodie turner - smith, john  boyega, john clarence stewart, jonathan  daviss, kali  reis, kedar williams - stirling, keke palmer, lakeith  stanfield, laroyce hawkins, lashana  lynch, laverne  cox, laura kariuki, léo daudin, lovie simone, luka sabbat, lupita  nyong'o, maitreyi  ramakrishnan, mame-anna  diop, mamoudou athie, megan  suri, mercedes  morris, mike  colter, monica  raymund, nathan  stewart-jarrett, ncuti  gatwa, omar  sy, omono okojie, rachel  hilson, rahul  kohli, ranveer  singh, reno wilson, ritu  arya, ryan  destiny, sharon duncan - brewster, simone  ashley, sinqua  walls, teyonah  parris, tika sumpter, tina  desai, trevante  rhodes, triptii  dimri, tyler  james  williams, viola  davis, yahya  abdul  mateen  ii, yandeh sallah, yara  shahidi and yaya  dacosta.