#no one probably knows me anym LOL

[rrinsluvr]

OMG USER RRINSLUVR 2024 COMEBACK !? ( no one wants me back)

goals for 2024:

finish all my smaus

publish all of my drafts (headcanons, smaus, drabbles, etc.)

publish my (most likely) final work on this account

—all to be done by the end of 2024 HOPEFULLY

[whats-wild-to-you]

just wanted to tell u i rly enjoy ur stories and thank u so much for writing 🫶🏻 but if u ever decide u don’t want to anym, that’s ok but plz tell us bc i def don’t have ptsd from Jay

🥹 I just started writing this year 😭 I don’t think about quitting .. I think about the next story.

Sooooo … after HIDDEN GEM ( mafia au) I’m probably going to write a story about Doctor Jay 🫣😅 (nothing has come to me yet, but I hope I’ll get plenty of ideas soon). There will also be lots of requests from you lovely people 😍 (please continue sending in requests, the more I write the better I get?🙏 )

But I get what you’re saying. I once discovered someone who wrote fics about Jay too, read them all and then nothing new was coming. I often refreshed their tumblr page, desperately expecting to see a new post. I felt empty, I got a taste and wanted more, and so I started writing on tumblr myself soon after 😅 (I was previously writing on W*tpad but somehow it was no fun there 🤷‍♀️ lol)

So I know how it feels to be hooked 😉 (I hope people are hooked to my stories 🥺 I get good feedback but I always tend to doubt myself either away) and I’ll do my best to not leave you hanging.

If you haven’t noticed by now I like planning ahead and sharing my plans .. this way if I say ‘oh I’m thinking about writing about so and so’ and you’re like ‘meh…’ I can quickly change course 🤣

ps. In the spirit of getting you all involved I have to make a confession. I think I might have to change the title of Jay’s mafia au 😐🫣 it took me a while to come up with the name but the more I read it the more I don’t like it 🫢 problem is since it took me this long to come up with a mediocre title name I don’t know if I can come up with a better one soon. I don’t necessarily want to change the name mid-story but if push comes to shore I’ll have to consider that too.

I feel that’s enough chitchat 🤭 it’s only 7am but I already have so much stuff on my mind 🫠 lol

pps. 🫶🫶🫶 thank you anon! 🥹

also ppps. 😅 I know my Master List’s a mess. I tried to clean up and rearrange it but that means losing all my Hyperlinks and so I didn’t do it. But I want to, need to do this at one point or the chaos that is my master list will drive me crazy 😩

[gerec]

I wish you would write a fic where Tony and Charles are bffs with benefits and Erik/Logan thinks Charles is unavailable

This became a bit of Tony/Charles/Erik there so I hope you’re okay with it Anon lol!

The third time Charles Xavier shows up at Stark Industries unannounced, Erik happens to be waiting – again – for Tony outside his office, to go over the proposals for the new propulsion unit based on his latest upgrades. He watches, a little mesmerized and a lot gobsmacked, as the man swans out of the elevator to the dulcet welcome of Tony’s A.I. Jarvis (‘Pleasure to see you again, Charles’ it says, like a particularly proud and indulgent uncle). Sharing a delighted greeting with Pepper – where she actually allows him to kiss her cheek, wonder of wonders – he walks into Tony’s office without even a perfunctory knock, ignoring manners, protocol and anyone else who might have been in line to see Stark.

Meaning Erik.

“Pepper, what the fuck?” he snarls, the words coming out of his mouth more out of habit than conscious thought – Erik has a reputation, after all, for zero tolerance for bullshit and asshole behaviour like the kind Xavier just pulled. “I’ve been waiting for Stark for forty minutes! Why does he get to waltz in without an appointment?”

Erik doesn’t actually know if Xavier has an appointment or not, but the man is rich and entitled (and very, very hot – not that the particular point is relevant) and it’s an easy bet to make.  Sure enough –

“Oh, Mr. Lehnsherr,” Pepper says with a chuckle, shaking her head with wry amusement at the way Erik is looming over her desk, entirely unfazed by the scowl on his face. “Charles doesn’t do appointments. Charles doesn’t need an appointment – he has 24/7 access to Tony. Same as Miss Frost, though she would never just show up out of the blue. Very particular about schedules, that one.” The latter is said with admiration and maybe just a touch of longing, as though the very thought of managing an agenda with a proper timetable was beyond imagination.

“Well I’m not going to put up with this.” Erik happens to be a big stickler for schedules, and he does not have any more time to waste loitering outside his boss’s office while his own minions are probably slacking off downstairs. “I’m going in for my scheduled meeting and Stark can fire me if he doesn’t like it.”

“I wouldn’t if I were you, Erik.”

It’s the use of his first name that stops him midstride, as well as her teasing tone and barely concealed smirk. “What? Why?”

“There’s a good chance you’d be walking in on something you’d wish you could un-see.”

He doesn’t know why it had never occurred to him before; that Charles and Tony might be an item, since Tony had a different woman (or man) on his arm every other night, and Xavier’s exploits were equally legendary (according the gossip around Stark Tower). The thought of the two of them behind closed doors doing…whatever they were doing left a sudden bad taste in this mouth, not least because he’d hoped that an attractive and intelligent man like Xavier (yes he’d read up about the multiple PhDs, and about the Xavier Foundation and his leading edge research on genetic diseases) would know better than to get romantically involved with an emotionally constipated shitshow like Stark.

Leaning against Pepper’s desk, he lets out a sigh, the pent-up tension – along with whatever momentary lapse in judgement he might have harbored about asking Xavier out – slipping like a heavy weight from his shoulders. “I didn’t know Tony was dating somebody. Not exclusively anyway.”

This time, Pepper laughs, a decidedly unladylike snort that surprises Erik for its rarity. “They’re not dating. They’re just…being Tony and Charles, co-dependent, self-indulgent, grown men acting like children who are charming and generous enough to get away with the crap they pull.” She says all of it with a tone that is much warmer and fonder than the words belie, making Erik wonder what secrets she’s keeping about the real Tony Stark (and Charles Xavier) that the public doesn’t know. Then she pauses, and looks up at him with a twinkle in her eye and Erik knows this is the reason he doesn’t like people or play well with others.

“You should ask him out,” she says, giving Erik a quick once-over with a critical eye. “He’ll definitely say yes.”

Before Erik has time to interrogate her (What do you mean I should ask him out? What do you mean he’ll definitely say yes?), the door to Tony’s office slams open, and out pops the aforementioned duo, Stark’s arm thrown casually over Xavier’s shoulder.

“Pepper, Charles and I are going out for lunch—”

“So I should reschedule your appointment with Mr. Lehnsherr then?”

“—and I need to…” Tony pauses abruptly, like he’s only just seeing Erik standing there, literally right next to Pepper. “Oh. Sorry, we had a thing, didn’t we? Can we do it later?”

“No, we can’t do it later,” he snaps, because Erik didn’t get the job at Stark Industries for his easy going personality, or for sucking up to his boss. “Unlike you, I have a team of people waiting on the decisions from this meeting. You’ve already kept me waiting long enough. I’m sure your friend–” He stops then, stumbling awkwardly when he realizes that Charles is staring at him, like he’s a very delicious slab of Wagyu steak and adds, “I mean, if he doesn’t mind waiting? Ten minutes, tops?”

Tony sighs - which is Tony-speak for being ‘a bit put-out but knows he can’t get out of it’ - and turns towards Charles, only to start grinning like a loon when he sees the intent expression on the man’s face. Then he promptly grabs Erik by the arm and tows him towards the elevator, hollering back to Pepper, “I’ve got a better idea. Erik’s going to join us for lunch. I’ll be out for the rest of the afternoon.”

“Wait, what’s happening?” Erik says, a little dazed as he’s manhandled (lightly, and maybe with a hand just a little lower than it needs to be on his back) into the elevator, where Charles promptly edges him into a corner with a sharp and dangerous smile. “Where are we going?”

“Lunch,” Charles says, exchanging a knowing look with Tony that makes the bottom of Erik’s stomach fall out from under him. “And then we’ll go get something to eat.”

Tony laughs, and pushes the elevator button for the penthouse floor.

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