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thompsborn · 1 year ago

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ooh ooh!! if it’s not too late: could i get a quick backstory on why the Gang is majoring in what they’re majoring in?

YES ABSOLUTELY OH MY GOD !!!

okay so peter has already stated what he intends to major in. it was in chapter four when he was talking to harry:

Harry’s brows quirk up, just slightly. “Oh, really? What are you planning to major in?” The question makes Peter perk up—these prerequisites are soul sucking, but he can’t lie, he’s excited to eventually make it back into a lab again. “Biochemistry, physics, and chemical engineering,” he says. Then, more as an afterthought, feeling that bubble of energy that he used to get when making a new discovery in the labs at the tower, or coming up with ideas with Ned, he adds, “I’ve also considered mechanical engineering and doing a chemical physics degree instead of separate physics and chemical engineering, but the more I looked into it, the more it seemed like a good idea to do the individual programs first, and then maybe come back one day for chemical physics in the future, you know?”

i picked these degrees because 1. when looking into them, they just felt like what mcu peter would be most interested in, but also 2. the main majors that peter tends to have in the comics is biophysics, bioengineering, and photo journalism, and since photography isn't as big a thing for this version of peter, the other two felt more fitting, but i thought regular physics better suited mcu peter. and then chemical engineering, while often connected to like industrial chemical plants, is basically the development of products through chemical processes. which is like. literally peter making his spidey webs lol.

i haven't officially stated any of the other characters majors in the fic yet so just to be safe i'm going to put theirs under the cut and use the spoilers tag for this post in case anyone wants to wait until it's brought up in the series! (warning: harry's answer is Very Long)

harley's was obviously going to be connected to engineering in some way, that's just like. very obvious in my head for any version of harley that's based on canon and not a total au. specifically, though, i see harley more of like mechanical engineering. while i see peter as more about the chemicals (even though he would also be good at mechanical engineering, esp considering in homecoming it's mentioned that he used to be in the robotics club) i see harley as more like a bot builder, a tinkering kind of dude. kinda like tony. mechanic, you know? i pretty much feel like every version of harley i've written would major in mechanical engineering.

though on my alt ao3 babyloveparkner i have a fic with harley majoring in mechanical and aerospace engineering, electrical and computer engineering, and minoring in chemical and biomolecular engineering, so like... i think mechanical engineering fits him best but i could see him double majoring in something else.

for homeward bound harley specifically? as of now, where we're at in the first fic, he's planning to major in just mechanical engineering, but as the series continues he may become open minded to doing a double major or minoring in something as well. i can definitely see hb harley getting attached to electrical and computer engineering. i haven't decided yet for sure if he'll actually add something else but at the very least he'll consider it at some point.

gwen was kind of hard to decide tbh? because like canonically she is also a stem major, in the comics she specifically majors in biochemistry, but like. idk i wanted to keep her stem and an absolute genius but i wanted to try a slightly different approach.

currently in the fic she's technically undecided other than knowing she wants to go into stem, but as the series progresses she's going to find a passion for criminal justice and forensic science. i may also have her double up with something else, maybe she'll still also get a biochemical degree as well, but with her being involved in peter's investigation and her dad being a cop i can just really easily see her wanting to combine her love of analysis and science with a passion for solving things and helping people. specifically for hb gwen!!

harry was the hardest to figure out because no matter how much i have looked i have not been able to find a single confirmed major for him in any version of canon. like he's also incredibly smart in most versions of canon, especially the most recent game where he's shown to be as nerdy as peter (even though he also states that peter is the smart one out of the two of them) so it's like...

it's really hard because obviously homeward bound harry is VERY different from any version of canon harry, which was done very intentionally because of the fact that in no way home norman mentions the fact that oscorp doesn't exist (which is why i made it so norman exists in hb but that he tried starting up his business during the five years between snaps and in the same industries as stark industries so, while oscorp does exist, it isn't a huge skyscraper like it usually is, which is why raimiverse norman wasn't able to find it and assumed it didn't exist at all) and then norman says "my son..." with this pained expression on his face, basically implying that harry doesn't exist either. but, like with oscorp, i wanted to make it so that harry does exist but norman wouldn't have been able to find him even if he tried going to like a local library and looking him up.

hence the name change - harry lyman - and, also, by making him harry lyman, peter doesn't recognize his last name and connect that he's the son norman mentioned at FEAST. but also that means harry can't know who his dad is, because if he mentions that his dad is norman osborn at any point then peter will be able to connect those dots anyway. therefore, harry doesn't know his dad, and oscorp is a little starter business between norman and otto that's struggling to make it off the ground and build any traction.

but that fundamentally changes harry in a lot of ways, you know? he doesn't have the same daddy issues he has in canon because he doesn't know who his dad is and has had no influence in his life from norman. the most significant thing about his dad is that he was never in his life to begin with. but that also means harry wasn't raised rich, he wasn't raised surrounded by his dad's business, and he isn't expected to take over the company one day like in canon.

so that crosses business degrees off of the list, because without the influence of oscorp and norman, i don't see any reason for harry's character to be interested in any sort of degree relating to business. plus, there's still the fact that his character is shown to be super smart, so a stem degree would make the most sense, and then also there's this connection between him and his friends because they're ALL going in some kind of stem, which i think is cool.

but what stem degree fits harry? specifically homeward bound harry?

i looked through a lot of lists and did a lot of probably unnecessary research into various different types of stem degrees, and i kept hb harry in my head the whole time - the way i've developed his personality, what would make the most sense?

what i've decided on is applied mathematics.

the reason for this is because i can very easily see harry loving math. i haven't really gone in depth with his background prior to the start of the fic - all that's really been established is that he was raised by his single mom, emily, in the suburbs of new york, and up until esu, he never had any friends, which contributes to why he values his friendships with peter, gwen, and harley so much. and, obviously, he doesn't know who his dad is and doesn't really care to find out.

his background is going to be explored more down the line in the series (i've said this before but by the end of the series there's going to be scenes from the pov of everyone in the spidey squad, including harry, and also one shots from various perspectives as well) but what i'll say here is that his childhood was pretty confusing to him. he was happy with his mom, yeah, and he may not have been raised rich but he was never poor, either - he never worried about food or clothes that fit or losing their house. he grew up comfortable.

but also he grew up unsure about a lot of things. he was never able to make friends because he didn't really understand how. the kids at school never seemed to struggle with talking to each other and making up games on the spot and becoming friends in a matter of minutes, but his brain just never worked like that. he could never figure out what to say, he could never really get into the games the other kids wanted to play, and while he liked running around a playground sometimes, he always preferred a book or a worksheet.

he's not neurotypical, is basically what i'm trying to say. then again, literally none of these characters are, but harry was never like a "normal" kid. (harley is kind of similar in the fact that he never really had any friends in rose hill and he never wanted any, either)

so basically, harry struggled to understand a lot of things, like how to make friends, like why he didn't know who his dad was (his mom has always told him that it doesn't matter, which is kind of why harry now doesn't care because he's always been told it doesn't matter so why would be care about something that doesn't matter, right?), and various other things in the world and the people around him.

but he could always understand math. it's consistent. there's rules. sometimes the rules are confusing and kind of convoluted, but with enough practice, even the confusing and convoluted ones can make sense. there were always things he was curious about, too, though, so while he found comfort in the structure of math, he also found intrigue with other stuff, too. he loved to learn. always has.

applied mathematics feels like it makes sense for homeward bound harry, because applied mathematics is literally the application of mathematical methods in different fields. it can apply to physics. it can apply to medicine. it can apply to finance and business. computer science. engineering. biology. robotics. SO many things.

he loves to learn and i think he would love to be able to apply math, something he's always loved and found some comfort in due to it's consistency and that he's always found fun due to it feeling kind of like a puzzle he needs to solve, to various other fields that he would also love to learn about. it's all encompassing.

that's a really long explanation i'm sorry i didn't mean for the answer to end up this long but!!! those are the majors that i've decided on for the core four in homeward bound!!

#homeward bound fic #homeward bound fic spoilers

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batfamtv · 3 years ago

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something more

peter parker is sure that doctor strange (not the sorcerer, the wife) is more than what she appears.

stephen strange x f!reader; maybe andrew!peter parker x reader

tags: OC-CENTRIC, heavily implied that reader is mary-sue OP, nwh spoilers, maybe funny idk

a/n: do you ever just have an overwhelming sense to insert yourself into every media you consume; I have risen from the dead --

"Someone's at the door," Stephen groans as you hand him a cup of coffee. You two finally had the chance to have a quiet (and somewhat warm) morning together, despite the polar vortex from Siberia that has been coming through the Sanctum. You smile into your cup before nodding your head towards the door, "Well, let's go see Peter Parker."

"Or maybe we can just ignore him," Stephen replies, "Wong will cater to him."

"Wong's leaving though."

"Wong, the 'Sorcerer Supreme'," Stephen remarks, almost bitterly.

You grin at him teasingly, "Is he really?"

"Due to some technicality, yes." Your husband huffs. You ignore him and walk out the door to meet young Peter Parker down the foyer, whom you still hadn't had the chance to meet. Behind you, Stephen calls out your name, followed by reluctant footsteps.

“It’s too cold Y/N, put some coat on!”

Some students at the Sanctum have volunteered (been forced) to clean up the snow.

“...A blizzard blasted through.” Wong turns to you almost reflexively, a hand on your elbow to keep you from slipping. You smile gratefully at him before turning to Peter. You open your mouth to welcome him, but was interrupted by–

“Because someone forgot to cast a monthly maintenance spell to keep the seals tight,” behind you, Stephen floats down the stairway, mug still in hand. You and Wong exchange knowing glances before Wong rolls his eyes.

“Careful, dear,” you say to Stephen as he lands right next to you, but it was a bit too late, his feet skid on the floor (despite his boots), and Wong snickers.

Wong turns to Peter now, who looks a bit confused, you surmise this is mostly because of your presence in the Sanctum, “That’s right, he did,” Wong answers sardonically, his hands on his hips, “Because he forgot I now have higher duties. Right, Doctor Strange?”

“Quite right, Sorcerer Supreme,” you answer, making Stephen turn to you both in offense.

“‘Higher duties’? ‘Sorcerer Supreme’?”

“The Sorcerer Supreme has higher duties, yes.”

Finally, Peter asks, confusion lacing his voice, “Wait, I thought you were the Sorcerer Supreme…and Doctor Strange.”

“No, he got it on a technicality because I blipped for five years,” Stephen rolls his eyes, “And I am Doctor Strange, but so is she.”

You wave before turning to walk up the staircase again, “Nice to meet you, Peter. I’m sure we’ll talk later, I have a class on Zoom.”

Stephen and Peter watch as you penguin-walk up and out of their sight before Peter turns, “So is she…?”

“Y/N, Doctor Strange, Y/N Strange. My wife.”

Peter blinks in surprise. It isn’t what he expected. “You’re married…and…to another wizard?”

“Yes, and no, she’s not a wizard but I would rather she stay here where it’s safe. She’s a professor, hence a doctor, hence a Zoom class. Any more questions?”

The look on Peter’s face suggests a resounding “YES!” but before he could open his mouth Stephen turns, “So Peter, to what do I owe the pleasure?

–

“Hey Peter, MJ, and Ned,” you grin as you see them talking to the people from another universe. “Where’s Stephen?”

The guilty look shared by the three of them says it all, “I’m really sorry Mrs. Doctor Strange Ma’am but–”

“He’s not dead, is he?”

“Umm…” Peter gulps nervously, “N-no, I don’t think so…”

“Alright then, I’ll just ask Wong to come get him later, then. Be careful you kids!”

As you nonchalantly walk away, Ned asks, “Dude, who is she?”

“The most powerful person in this Sanctum right now,” Peter whispers, clearly still nervous about having fought Stephen, “Doctor Strange’s wife.”

The quintet, composed of three Spider-Men and Ned and MJ have no idea how you managed to find them, but somehow here you are with a change of clothes for everyone, some food, and surprisingly, bottles of toluene and methanol, and Midtown water bottles (although the last one you may or may not have nicked from the Midtown bookstore on your way to the lab). When they ask you, you shrug and/or completely ignore the question altogether.

“Mrs–Doctor Strange, what are you doing here?” Peter (1) asks, both surprised and touched when you throw your arms around him. You don’t say anything, but the feeling of your hand running up and down his back is soothing, reminding him so much of May. You turn to Peter 2 and Peter 3, smiling at them. They give you awkward smiles, Peter 3 raises his hand in a small “Hi”.

“How did she know where to find us?” MJ asks Ned beside her.

Ned shrugs, still eyeing Y/N, “Sorcery.”

“But she’s not magical.”

“Neither was I until an hour ago!”

You watch the three Peters get to work on their cures, popping here and there to offer them food and other things they need. You hop next to Peter 3, who smiles at you gently, before continuing on what he’s doing. You and Peter 2 notice him observing Peter 1 and MJ, but you keep silent, watching, instead the other 2 Peters working.

“You have someone?” Peter 2 asks.

Peter 3 smiles sardonically, shaking his head, “No,” looking like the very thought of having someone is impossible, “Ah, I got no time for Peter Parker stuff, you know? Do you?”

Peter 2 shrugs, “That’s a little complicated.”

“Maybe it’s not in the cards for guys like us.”

“I wouldn’t give up,” Peter 2 says, “It took a while but we made it work.”

You nudge Peter 3, a curious thought in your mind, “You haven’t met someone named Y/N in your universe, have you?”

Peter 3 looks surprised, but you can tell that the name is something he is familiar with. “I do, she just moved next door from my apartment…” He looks at you curiously, “Why?”

Smiling to yourself, you shake your head, “Oh nothing. Is she nice?”

“Yeah,” he answers, face alight with a smile, “She brings me food sometime–all the time. I'm pretty sure she knows I'm Spider-Man.”

You smile wider, nodding to yourself.

–

Stephen appears through the portal, looking really pissed. “Where is he?”

MJ and Ned look at him nervously, but he turns and looks at you, “Y/N, what are you doing here?”

You shrug, “Helping them until your return,” He conjures a portal for you and you give him a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before jumping into the portal (which doesn’t send you to the Sanctum, only far enough where you can still see them but also far enough that you’re safe), “Don’t die, Stephen!”

–

You grimace as you look at the very fabrics of the universe unzipping before your eyes. Without the power of the Stones, or others with more power, you know Stephen won’t be able to close the stitches. Everyone who knows who Peter Parker is will come into this world. You dial the number on the phone, and seconds later, a voice answers, “Y/N?”

“Hi, sweetie! Stephen needs your help, could you come right now?”

“Umm, Y/N is everything okay? Are you alright? I’ll come get you right no–”

“No, it’s okay! I think he’s casting a new spell, but I know for sure that there will be consequences to what he’s done. Are you in America? I just want you near just in case!”

“Yeah, I am. Do you want to meet tomorrow for some coffee?”

“Of course! Pick me up outside the Sanctum. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Take care, Y/N!”

“You too, Wanda!”

–

You watch as the boy who is now invisible and unknown to the world exit the shop. He is all alone now and based on the fact that he’s walking away from the store, eyes glistening with unshed tears, you know that he didn’t tell his friends the truth.

Sighing, you look up, I promised myself I wasn’t going to interfere. But here you are.

You made sure to bump into him and nice a boy as he is, stumble and start apologizing profusely. “I’m very sorry Ma’am, so sorry, I didn’t mea–”

He looks at you, surprise is evident on his face, which now looks so sad and tired. But you can give him one thing. You can give him hope.

“It’s okay,” you smile at him, and he takes a few moments before smiling back at you shakily, “It’s nice to see you again, Peter.”

You can almost see the gears turning in his head before his eyebrows shoot up in surprise at this, but you turn around and continue walking, a smile on your face.

The gates of the Multiverse have opened. Maybe it's time you leave.

#stephen strange x reader #spider-man #no way home #peter parker x reader #spider-man no way home #nwh imagine #doctor strange imagine #marvel x reader #mcu x reader

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graceful-starker · 2 years ago

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Hey, this is the anon that sent you the request for jealous!Tony. Your writing is fantastic and I like how you characterized Wade, bubbly and not his usual level of crazy.

If you're still taking prompts, how about a look into Tony and Peter's home life? Are they attending uni in NY? Do they visit home? Are Tony's parents alive this in AU? Is Ben alive? Is Peter Spiderman?

I think it would also be interesting to see how Peter and Tony would take their hiatus from each other. I'm wondering how dark you want the AU to be because I could totally see a sexuality crisis alongside Howard's parenting pushing Tony to either doing hard drugs for the first time, or overdosing for the first time.

Peter’s Boyfriend Chapter Three: Fall/Thanksgiving Break.

Summary: we need a little insight into our character’s home lives. This is mostly fluff and filler, but the end has some very important plot points.

Warnings: angst/whump, homophobia, abusive parenting, internalized issues, past minor character death, drug use, underage drinking, unhealthy coping mechanisms, fights, etc. I don’t think anything else major should be tagged, but please don’t hesitate to let me know if there is!

Notes: this AU is a non-power AU, so no one is any super hero. It’s supposed to be just them if they were around the same age and went to the same college. They are, in fact, attending a NY college! Idk if I want it to be a real college or a pretend one that exists only for this AU, I’m not sure it matters too much. The rest of your questions shall be answered in the fic!

Also: if you want to read this in chronological order: read The Big Three: Ch. 1-3, and technically folklore fits in ambiguously, but it isn’t that important to the over all arc. As always, this can be read as a stand-alone fic if you want! ❤️

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Peter smiles as he walks through the door, tip-toeing as he puts his vacation bag down and locks the door as quietly as humanly possible.

No use, of course.

“Peter!” He hears from the living room, and suddenly his aunt is tackling him into a bear hug.

Peter laughs, hugging his aunt back and kissing her cheek. “I missed you too, May!”

May laughs and pulls back, dusting his shirt off of invisible dirt, just taking him in. “I’m missed you so much, it’s too long!”

“It was two months, May,” he teases with a laugh, letting her try and flatten his hair to be tidier.

May tsks, pulling away again. “Yes, but I used to see you every day!” She sighs and grabs his bag, taking it to Peter’s old bedroom happily. Peter follows, feeling bad she’s carrying it for him. “And I only get to have you here for a week now!” She sighs sadly, hoisting the suitcase on the bed. “Well, let’s make the most of it!”

Peter grins, pulling her into another hug. He really loves his aunt so much. “Agreed. What’s first?”

May hums and pulls her glasses off her hair to rest on her nose. She pretends to read a to do list. “Hm, let’s see…yes, I think we will start with coffee and life updates. How’s that sound?”

Peter grins, nodding his assent. “Let’s do it!”

Peter laughs softly, both hands cupping the mug as he listens to May’s stories. When she goes for a sip, he copies her. This coffee shop is nice, he thinks. Homey.

“Enough about me,” May starts, waving her hand dismissively. “What’s happened with you? Have you made any friends? Joined any clubs? How are your classes? Your professors?”

Peter laughs again, putting a hand on hers. “You have to let me answer a question before asking me another one,” he giggles, enjoying the way May blushes and smiles.

“Fine, fine. Go ahead, I’ll save my questions!” She starts sipping, as if that’s proof she won’t speak again.

He grins and takes a sip of his own before talking. “I’ve made loads of friends actually, I love all of them! I joined the photography club, which is a lot of fun. I take pictures for the school newspaper.” May ‘ooooo’s happily, leaning closer to take in his words. “My classes are great, I met some friends there too…and um…I actually met my uh…I met someone in my chemistry class.”

May gasps and lights up, holding her cup more tightly. “Yeah? Tell me everything!”

Peter bites his lip, taking a long sip to stall. But she gets impatient, so he sighs and looks down into the coffee as he talks. “Well um…you know. Very much my type, you know? Funny, light-hearted…”

May nods. “Smart?” She asks, tapping her fingers.

Peter blushes and hesitates. “In a way…”

May tsks. “Peter, you need someone smart enough to keep up with your quips and wit!”

“I know, but it’s just a college thing, you know? It probably won’t last.” Peter takes another sip.

“Okay, well, tell me more. Major? Name? Social security number?”

“May!” Peter giggles, meeting her eyes again. Then he goes quiet again, blushing some more. He looks at his coffee, letting out another breath. “Okay, well… h-he…his name is Wade.” He clears his throat, face pink and neck prickling with anxiety.

May suddenly reaches out and takes Peter’s hand. He looks at her, feeling like a doe caught in headlights. But she only smiles at him, saying something with her eyes he can’t quite make out. “Wade, that’s a nice name. And does he make you happy?”

Peter suddenly feels tears in his eyes. The rush of relief is so strong, that he almost wants to pass out. He sniffles, starting to talk but his voice breaks. He takes a deep breath and nods, before wiping his face and smiling at her. “Yeah. Yeah, he makes me really happy. I really liked Liz and MJ, but this feels different. Like…”

“Like more than high school puppy love?“ she teases, squeezing his hand and sipping from her mug again.

Peter blushes and nods, smiling wide. “Yeah. Like it’s more serious. He says I’m smart and attractive, and it’s like he…he wants to be with me all the time.” He blushes even harder, taking a sip of coffee to stop his ramblings.

May grins. “I like him already.”

Peter swallows thickly, and suddenly starts tearing up again. He takes her hand, taking a couple deep breaths before managing a broken “Thank you, May.”

“Of course, baby,” she coos. She squeezes his hand again. “I love you, Peter. No matter what.”

Tony’s hands shake as they pull into the driveway. Jarvis turns the car off, but doesn’t move otherwise. Tony takes a few deep breaths, clenching his hands into fists and smithing them out again.

“Shall I drive around a bit longer, sir?” Jarvis asks, voice warm and comforting.

Tony doesn’t answer right away. Jarvis doesn’t push him. Eventually, Tony shakes his head and opens his door for himself. “Might as well get this over with.”

Jarvis opens his own door, heading around to the trunk. “Of course, sir. I’ll get your things.”

Tony nods, walking to the front door. He hesitates there, taking deep breaths. Then he slides his glasses on, puts on a smirk, and opens the door. “Ma? Pops?” He calls.

He doesn’t get an answer, but a loud “what is he doing here?” Greets him. He follows his father’s voice into the kitchen.

“You asked him to come home for holidays dear, remember?” He walks in to see his mother nursing a wine glass, a small pile of pills resting next to her breakfast plate.

“It’s not the holidays,” his father grumbles. He doesn’t look up from his computer, where he’s likely working.

“You say that every time he visits, dear,” she says, swallowing one of her pills and turning the page in a newspaper. “But what will the tabloids say if our only child doesn’t visit during breaks?”

Howard simply grumbles, and Tony works his jaw. “Great to see you too, dad,” Tony snarks.

“Watch your tone with me, boy,” Howard says, looking up.

Tony smirks, watching as his mother disinterestedly chases the rest of her medication down with her wine. “Great to be home,” he says sarcastically, hearing Jarvis make his way inside. He knows his father won’t do anything in front of the man.

Howard’s jaw works and his eyes go dark, tracking Jarvis’s movements through the archway. “Go to your room and be quiet. I have a lot of work to do.”

Tony does a mock salute and follows Jarvis to his room.

“I do wish you wouldn’t provoke him such,” Jarvis almost whispers as they reach Tony’s room.

Tony plops down on his bed, pulling out his phone and taking his glasses off. “I brought presents,” he says instead of an answer, pointing to the duffel bag.

Jarvis sighs, but goes to it. “You don’t have to, sir,” he mumbles, but gasps as he pulls out a record with shaky hands.

Tony continues to scroll on his phone, pretending not to watch.

“Sir,” Jarvis breathes, not taking his eyes off of it.

“I know that it was Ana’s favorite a while ago, she used to hum the songs to me when I was little,” he starts. Jarvis holds it with shaky hands, almost as if he thinks it will disappear if he lets it go. “And dad thought that since he technically owned it, he deserved it back after…” he swallows, gripping the phone tighter and fighting away tears. “Anyway, I was going to wait for Christmas to give it back, but I’m bad at keep secrets, so. Happy early Hanukkah.”

Jarvis swallows thickly, slowly looking up to Tony with wet eyes. “How your parents raised someone as good and kind as you-“

“They didn’t,” Tony scoffs, trying to play it cool. “You and Ana did.”

Jarvis sniffs, running his hand over the front cover. “Where did you-“

“I just had to track down the person dad sold it to. Paid him double what he paid for it, and bam: it’s the exact copy she always listened to.”

Jarvis nods, speechless at this point. “Thank you, sir,” he croaks, standing up. “I-“

“Just put it in one of my bags so he won’t see it, take it home with you tonight. And don’t expect a Christmas present.” He waves Jarvis off, because if he meets the man’s eyes he isn’t sure he can keep up his careless attitude.

“Of course, sir,” he says, doing just that. Knowing that nothing else needs to be said, he closes Tony’s bedroom door softly.

Tony stares at the ceiling after, taking deep breaths. It’s going to be a long break.

Thor grins as he bursts into the front door, clanging and banging the whole way. “I’m home!” He calls jovially.

“In here, son,” his father calls, and Thor happily drops his bags and marches in. “Ah, there you are my boy!” Odin stands, clapping Thor on the shoulder before giving him a quick hug. “Come, your mother and brother are in the garden. They’ll be ecstatic to see you!”

Thor hums happily, thanking his father and going outside. “Mother, Loki!”

Loki looks up; and instead of his usual adoring, puppy-like brother, someone entirely different looks up from what he was doing. He’s grown his hair out, he’s wearing all black—and is that eyeliner? The boy crosses his arms in impatience at being interrupted, scowling as if Thor is the last person he wanted to see.

Which is very different from over the summer, where his smiling, joyful little brother whined at his departure and begged to come with again.

“What do you want? Me and mother are busy.”

Thor quirks a brow, looking between him and his mother. His mother makes sure Loki can’t see her before mouthing ‘it’s a new phase’. “Ah, yes, apologies. Well, seeing as I flew halfway around the world to see you, can I at least get a hello?” His smile doesn’t falter; there’s nothing his little brother could do to make Thor hate him.

Loki scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Hello,” he mocks, turning back to the garden. “We are trying to plant something new, we have to be careful or it’ll die. Go away!”

Thor grins at his mother, who fondly rolls her eyes and smiles at Loki’s back. “Ah, much more important,” Thor agrees. “Well, I’ll leave you to it!”

Thor goes back inside, sitting next to his father. “How are things, father?”

Odin hums, pausing the news and turning his full attention to his oldest son. “Yes, about that…”

Thor keeps his smile but cocks his head to the side in curiosity. “Yes?”

“Well…” he laughs and shakes his head instead. “Later, later! Tell me, how is school going? Are you still dating that wonderfully smart young woman?” He asks.

Thor preens with pride, nodding. “Yes, Jane and I are still together. She’s halfway through her doctorate.”

His father hums, patting his legs anxiously. “Yes, that’s so wonderful. I like her, that one. Yes, yes.” He nods again.

Thor laughs, half nervous half amused. “Are you alright, father?”

Odin chuckles deeply, checking his watch and looking out the back door at his wife and youngest son. “Yes, yes. Perfect! Nothings wrong. Not a thing. All is well, yes.”

Thor’s smile disappears. “Convincing.”

Odin looks back to Thor, clearing his throat. “Something to drink, son? I recently purchased this wonderful ale, aged in a barrel of fine bourbon. You like beer, yes?”

Thor agrees, but his eyebrows furrow in concern. “Yes…what’s going on?”

At that moment, his mother and Loki come back in. “Go wash up honey, we can make dinner together next.” Thor notices his father escape to the kitchen as his son is distracted.

“Mother?” Thor asks, watching Loki stalk away and Frigga wipe her hands on her apron.

“Yes, dear?” She asks, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Is something wrong?”

Her lips go tight, but then she sighs and rubs her forehead. “Not wrong, no. But we need to discuss something before-“

“Here we are!” His father interrupts, pushing a beer mug into Thor’s hands. “This is by far the finest beer I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting. Drink, son, you’ll love it!”

Thor frowns but takes a gulp, letting it sit on his tongue for a moment before nodding to himself swallowing. “Yes, it’s very good. Now, what’s going on?”

Odin and Frigga give each other worried looks. Finally, Frigga steps forward and claps her hands together in front of her. “Well, alright. Let’s sit down.”

Loki walks in at that moment, and then he huffs angrily. “Oh so he gets a sit down conversation and I find out when she rings the doorbell?” He shrieks, and it’s so unlike the Loki Thor remembers that the blond gasps.

Frigga sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, and Odin glares at Loki. “Go to your room. Now.”

Loki stomps his foot like a child. “Don’t tell me what to do, old man!” He yells.

Thor’s eyes widen, and his jaw drops. “Loki! What on earth-“

“I don’t care if mama forgives you, I never will!” He yells, before turning on his heel and stomping his feet as he goes.

Odin lets out a shaky breath, letting Thor know the words hurt more than the older man wants to let on.

Thor shakes his head. “What the hell is going on? What is he talking about?”

Frigga looks to her husband, sighs sadly, and takes Thor’s hand in both of hers. “Take a walk with me, I’ll explain. Odin, dear, just stay away from Loki for now. He’ll get over it.” His father sighs and sinks into his armchair, not even arguing that he should be there for whatever talk this is.

Thor nods slowly, following his mother out into their very large back yard.

They walk in silence for about ten minutes, before Frigga sighs again and turns to Thor.

Natasha hums, holding Clint’s hand as they walk up to the front door. “You’re sure your parents don’t mind you stay at my house over the break?”

Clint snorts, kissing her nose softly. “They won’t notice I’m not there,” he promises.

Nat sighs and pulls him in. “Anybody here?” She calls.

“Nat!” A girl’s voice calls, and all the sudden a flash of blonde is streaking past Clint and into Natasha’s arms.

Natasha giggles, hugging her back. “Yelena! How are you doing, what’s up?”

Yelena pulls away with a giant grin, eyes only for her big sister. “I’m great! I met a girl at school, she’s super cool and she likes to braid her hair too.”

Nat laughs softly, playfully tugging at her sister’s braid. “Match made in heaven. Where’s mom and dad?”

She scowls at that. “Mom is taking care of the pigs and dad is at work.” She finally turns her attention to Clint. “Barton.”

Clint nods at her, eyes narrowed. “Shithead.”

She gasps, turning to Natasha. “You’re going to let him speak to me this way?!”

Nat rolls her eyes. “Be nice,” she sighs. “Come on, let’s go put our bags in my room.”

“You think mom and dad will let you share a room with a boy?” Yelena asks, scandalized.

“Shut up, you’re adopted,” Nat says, already carrying the bags up the stairs.

“So are you, bitch!” Yelena calls, pouting and crossing her arms.

Clint grins and shakes his head fondly, following her up the stairs.

Bruce lays on his bed, blunt in one hand and phone in the other. “No mom, I’m not smoking. No, I don’t do that anymore. Because you asked me not to.”

He pulls the phone away from his mouth while his mother rampages about this and that, taking another long drag and slowly breathing it out.

“No, I’m sorry. I can’t visit this break. I just have a lot of work to do. Yes, I have a job; how else am I supposed to afford an apartment? I know you cut me off for my own good, but that doesn’t mean I magically have my own money, mom, I have to work for it.” Bruce sighs, the hand holding his blunt rubbing at his temples. “Well I can’t marry a wealthy man mom, I like girls. I wasn’t accusing you of—oh my god…”

Bruce sits up, sighing loudly into the phone and rubbing his forehead. “Yes, I’m still going to my classes. Ahuh. Ahuh. Yeah. Okay, mom, is there a point to all of this or are you just calling to judge me?”

Bruce takes another long drag, listening to his mother screech on the other end of the phone. “I never said you were the worst mom in the…grateful for what, you got rid of me as soon as you could! You know what, no, I’m not doing this. Happy Thanksgiving.” He hangs up and throws his phone across the room, groaning in agony as it shatters. “I deserve that,” he mumbles, taking another drag. He hates when all his friends leave, and he’s left with nothing but his own thoughts.

Steve smiles softly, stirring the pot carefully. “Of course Ma, I don’t mind. I like to cook, you know that.”

His mother smiles back gratefully, legs giving out as she falls into a kitchen chair. “You’re such an Angel, Stevie. My little Angel.”

Steve blushes pink, stirring a bit more and smiling. “Long shift?”

Sarah nods, kicking her shoes off and rubbing at her feet. “18 hours,” she mumbles. The hospital keeps making her shifts longer and longer, because she’s the most competent nurse they have. “Feet are killing me.”

Steve sighs sympathetically. “Yeah. How’s dad?”

She hums softly. “He got a third job recently, it pays better. He thinks that if he can convince them to give him more hours, he can quit the job at the electric company.”

Steve nods again, guilt sinking in. “I can get a job, you know. Bruce has a job, and he gets straight A’s.”

Sarah waves her hands before going back to rubbing her feet. “Nonsense. Your college is covered by scholarships, you smart smart boy, and your father and I agreed before we had you that we would pay for living expenses until you graduated college. First generation, my handsome, smart, perfect son!” She beams are him, and Steve has to look away out of guilt. “Enough about work and money, it’s all so heavy! Tell me about Peggy, how’s she doing?”

Steve gulps, pulling out another pan and checking the date on the frozen shrimp. “She’s great, Ma, she said to give you and dad her love, and that she’s sorry she couldn’t come to visit. Her parents wanted to hog her.”

Sarah laughs fondly, leaning back in her chair and sighing. “I love that girl, so polite and proper. Will her and her family be at Mass with us?”

Steve shakes his head. “They go to the one upstate, remember?”

Sarah tsks, sighing sadly. “Oh yes, I always forget. Well…any thoughts of marriage soon?”

Steve almost freezes, but keeps moving the shrimp around with great effort. “I’ve brought it up with her, but I get the sense she wants to wait until after college. Plus I don’t think wasting money on a ring right now is the best idea.”

“Steve!” Sarah gasps. “That sort of thing is always worth it!”

“Right Ma, sorry.” He guiltily pours the mostly cooked shrimp into the noodles and sauce, stirring again.

“Honey, is there something you’re keeping from me? You’re all tense…”

Where to start…I’m actually gay, I just hooked up with a guy I hate and who’s allowance is more than you and dad make combined, I don’t follow Catholicism anymore and I never go to mass, I haven’t spoken to Peggy since we secretly broke up two years ago, I drink and smoke pot at parties, I’m actually an art major not a psych major, I’m in love with Bucky…

“Nope!” Steve says, turning the heat down to a simmer. “I’m just tired from all the homework, I guess. I’m sorry I’m not as upbeat as usual.”

“No, that’s perfectly fine!” She coos, standing and kissing his cheek softly. “Just wanted to make sure. I love you, son.”

Steve smiles and nods at her. “Love you too, Ma.”

Bucky checks his hair for the seventeenth time, smoothing out his shirt again and wiping his sweaty palms.

“You really don’t need to be this nervous,” Sam says, smiling fondly at Bucky.

Bucky gives him a mean look, looking over himself one more time. “Yes I do. What if they don’t like me? What happens then? Then I lose my boyfriend.”

Sam rolls his eyes, continuing their walk along the pier. “First of all: they won’t hate you. Second of all: even if they did, I wouldn’t stop dating you just because of that. You’re one of my best friends, they can get over it.”

Bucky huffs shakily, rightening his jacket around his shoulders. “I don’t think you understand how desperately I need people to like me.”

“No, I really don’t,” he laughs, coming to a stop. Bucky almost keeps walking, but then he turns around. “What?”

“We’re here,” Sam says, pointing to the boat.

Bucky gives him a death glare. “We’re going on a damn boat and you let me wear this?!”

Sam snickers, taking Bucky’s hand and walking them closer. “You’re cute. We don’t live here, this is where we work.” He goes to the very edge and cups his hands together. “Guys! I’m here!”

“Sammy!” Bucky hears running up steel stairs, and a pretty girl pops her head out from under the deck. “Mama, daddy, Sammy’s home!”

What happens next is honestly a blur. A blur of happiness and warmth and unconditional love.

It’s so different from Bucky’s quiet house. The cold, quiet, polite air that always threatens to choke Bucky when he visits home. Being with Sam’s family reminds him so much of being with Steve’s family. Of the laughing, the smiling, the dancing. The close-knit quarters, the sharing of stories, the way everyone seems to fit in perfectly—even Bucky.

It’s a feeling of home that he never gets in his own house.

After dinner and talking and laughing for hours, Sam’s little sister turns sparkling eyes to Bucky. “So you like my brother?” She asks.

Sam rolls his eyes. “No, I brought him home to meet you because we hate each other.”

“Be nice,” Sam’s mother chides playfully.

“Yes,” Bucky says, smiling at her. Then he turns his gaze to Sam, smile softening into a loving, smitten thing. “I do like your brother.”

“Good,” Sarah says, and a mischievous glint forms in her eyes. “Because I have a boat. They’ll never find your body.”

“Sarah!” Their father chides, wiggling a finger at her. “We have a boat.”

Their mother laughs, shaking her head fondly. “Now stop it, both of you! We don’t need people knowing how we dispose of the bodies.”

Bucky chuckles along with the rest of them, but Sam is shaking his head. “You’ll scare him off before he even has a chance to break my heart,” he warns.

“Only teasing!” Sarah says sweetly, but her grin is downright evil. “Using the family boat is too obvious.”

Sam is about to say something, but Bucky takes his hand with a smile. “My sisters will do the same thing, don’t worry.”

“How many sisters you got?” Sam’s father asks, taking a sip of water.

“Three younger sisters,” he answers, smiling fondly at the thought of them. “Oldest is fourteen.”

“Quite the gap between y’all,” his mother comments, narrowing her eyes. “Unless-“

“Yes,” Sam interrupts. “There’s a gap. We’re both 21.”

Bucky quirks a brow, but Sam shakes his head. “Don’t ask.”

“Anyway,” his father says, standing. “Anyone still hungry? We can get ice creams.”

“Ice cream!” Sarah yells, jumping out of her chair. “I want strawberry.”

“We know,” Sam sighs. “You get the same thing every single time.”

She sticks her tongue out at him, and Bucky can’t help but smile and feel at home.

Peter smiles as he helps May do the dishes, giving her a little hip bump as he moves the dishes to the drying wrack. “I’m sad vacation is almost over,” he says, sighing sadly.

May smiles sadly back, drying her hands and putting the towel down. “It’ll only be a month before I see you again,” she says happily, messing up his curls.

Peter makes an indignant noise, but smiles all the same. “I know, but I’ll still miss you.”

May grins. “Well…why don’t you tell me what’s been on your mind all week?”

Peter blushes and turns away, suddenly very interested in making sure there’s no water on the counter. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve been keeping something inside. I see it. I know you.” She pushes some hair out of his face, smiling fondly. “What is it?”

Peter looks down, blushing a bit. He should have known she could see right through him. “I…”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” she says after an awkward silence. “But you can. You know that, right?”

Peter gives her a thankful smile, and then sighs. “I have this friend. His name is Tony.”

She nods encouragingly.

“I…I really liked him. Romantically. But he uh…I don’t know. Anyway, he said he would date me, but I was too poor and normal for him to date.” His aunt gasps, and he smiles sadly. “Yeah, it was…humiliating. I guess I just…I didn’t think he would…I don’t know. I don’t know if I want to be his friend anymore.”

“I wouldn’t,” she says, scoffing. “He sounds like a dick.”

Peter giggles, wiping at his eyes. “I don’t know…he isn’t usually like that. Usually he’s really sweet and…and smart and funny. But…”

May pets his face, then squeezes his hand. “I won’t tell you what to do, hon. Just trust your gut. Now come on, let’s watch a movie!”

Tony packs his things together again, before sighing and looking in the mirror. His dad should know better than to leave a mark on his face. Whatever, he can say he got into a fight.

“Packing already?” Tony almost jumps out of his skin, turning to see Jarvis. “Oh, dear…”

Tony winces, turning back around. “Just…don’t want to stay any longer than I need to. You know?”

Jarvis sighs sadly, nodding. “Of course, sir. Would you like a ride back tonight?”

“No, thank you. I just want…alone time. Please.”

Jarvis bows deeply, before leaving with a sad look on his face.

Tony turns back to his reflection, feeling the rage burn inside of him.

Useless! Absolutely useless, a disgrace! You aren’t even trying to find a wife. No, you’re too busy fucking anything that moves. After everything I’ve given you, all the money I’ve spent on you—you are nothing but a useless pothead. You’re not even doing drugs like your peers; why don’t you try some coke, huh? At least then I can say you’re productive! You lazy, worthless, arrogant, stupid boy!

Tony slams his hands on the dresser, looking down at them instead of his reflection, chest heaving. “Fuck you, dad,” he whispers, before pulling out a bag of white powder. His mom’s stash.

Tony’s never tried this, but he saw his mom do it once. He pours out a small line, not wanting to risk too much for his first time using.

He takes a second to consider if it’s worth it. Remembering his father’s words, he plugs one nostril and breathes in heavily with the other.

He gasps when it’s over, taking deep breaths and fighting the urge to sneeze. He sighs when he doesn’t think there’s any effect, and starts to pour a larger line. He’s got it all ready by the time it kicks in.

“Woah,” he whispers, eyes wide. He looks in the mirror; his pupils are blown out, but he looks happier already. He feels more energetic, more sociable. Like he wants to go see his friends. He feels like he could do anything.

He cleans his entire room. He unpacks his bags, actually folds his clothes, and repacks them. He gets his computer out and does two whole assignments, before he realizes it’s worn off.

He’s suddenly feeling very slow, like when he’s high on pot. He sniffles, feeling like his nose is running. He looks down and realizes his hands are shaking, and also god, he’s so hungry.

Without thinking too much about it, he snorts the other line he had laid out for himself, and waits for it to hit. He relaxes when it does, his mind feeling sharper already. He puts the rest of the bag in his Mother’s table again, not wanting to tempt himself.

He’s only just gotten back in his room when there’s a knock. He opens the door, smiling when he sees Jarvis.

“Um…” Jarvis looks Tony over, disapproving. “Oh, sir…”

“I’m not hungry,” Tony says with a smile. “Do you wanna come in? I was doing some projects for school, but-“

“Dinner is almost ready,” Jarvis says sadly. “I must serve it.”

“Oh,” Tony says. He sniffs, before smiling again. “Alright, that’s fine. I’m not that hungry, plus I don’t want to see them right now. But you can come back later if you want, before you have to go.”

Jarvis nods once, eyes sad. “Alright. Good night, sir.”

“Night!” Tony calls. He closes his door again, and gets focused again.

Thor is being rude. He knows he is. But he can’t help it-he stares.

His mother sits beside him, quietly cutting up her meat. His father sits at the head of the table. Next to him, across from mother, is where Loki is supposed to sit. He isn’t here. And across from Thor-

“Okay, what’s your problem?” The girl asks, slamming her knife on the table.

“Hela,” Odin chides. “Don’t-“

“He’s fucking staring at me—and don’t tell me what to do!” She yells at him.

Frigga takes a sip of wine that turns into several sips until her glass is empty. “Yes, well, I think I need a refill. Hela, would you like some?”

She doesn’t even look at Frigga. Frigga sighs and leaves. “Well, what’s your problem?”

Thor forces a smile, bringing his beer closer to him. “I don’t have one.”

“Why are you staring at me, then?” She hisses.

“Hela,” Odin starts.

“Shut up!” She yells at him, before turning back to Thor. “Speak.”

Thor quirks a brow. “I’m not a dog, ma’am.”

She growls again, scooting her chair back to stand. “I’m not a fucking ma’am,” she hisses.

“Oh, apologies. You’re just so much older than me, you see.” He takes a sip, never losing eye contact.

“Thor,” Odin sighs. “Please.”

“It’s not my fault daddy dearest was a slut before he settled down with your mum,” she hisses, nails scratching the table.

Frigga clears her throat, sitting down at the table and taking another sip of wine. “I think that’s enough.”

“No, I don’t think it is,” she says, a feral grin on her face. “Nothing you do will ever be enough, isn’t that right dad?”

Thor stands up with her, leaning across the table. “You’re 41 years old, ma’am. I think it’s about time you stop acting more immature than my kid brother.”

“How dare you-“

“Just because you were a demon spawn hellbent on breaking up your parents marriage doesn’t mean you get to come in here and ruin my family. You killed someone, accident or not. You caused our dad and your mother to divorce. You have destroyed enough families, don’t you think?”

Odin stands, leaving the table without a word. Frigga drinks.

“He had the god damn nerve to not even mention me to you and your brother.” She clenched her teeth. “You don’t find it disturbing that he can just move on from his life, his family?”

Thor shrugs, catching Loki on the stairs behind Hela. “I think I have nothing to worry about as long as I don’t become a murderer.”

Hela spits at Thor, but the blond doesn’t react. Loki and Frigga both stand, though. “You’re just like him. At least your brother has sense; he’s on my side. He thinks your dad is despicable too.”

Thor wipes the spit from his face, an angry smile growing slowly. “At least my dad didn’t get behind the wheel drunk. At least my dad didn’t kill a mother and three children. At least my dad was so laden with guilt over what you did, not what he did, you did, that he still can’t talk about you. At least he has empathy, basic human decency, and kindness in his heart. He let you in his house. He let you meet his new family. He’s even given you enough money to get you by until you can get your own job.”

“If I was him, I would have stuck up for my daughter!” She yells. “I wouldn’t have given up on my family!”

Thor laughs, low and dark. It’s enough to make Loki shrink back. “If I was him, I would leave you to the streets. I wouldn’t ever let you back in my life. If I was him, I would wish you had died instead of those poor, innocent people.”

Hela grabs the steak knife and stabs it through Thor’s hand, a dark look in her eyes. Frigga screams, and Loki runs, and Odin starts to return with all the commotion.

Thor only grins through the pain, cocking his head to the side. “I’m guessing stabbing people is against your parole, isn’t it?”

#my college au #peter parker #tony stark #starker #my writing #fanfic #tw: drug use #tw: drinking #tw: abuse #tw: violence #tw: death mention #tw: angst

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aelaer · 3 years ago

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I came here to say thank you for your dedication on writing stephen-centric fics (especially the whumpy/angsty ones). There's a lack of fics out there with stephen being one of the main chars that don't involve the author putting him as a 'plot-setter' to give other characters more 'spotlight'. I love all marvel characters, I really do, but sometimes when I try to find anything to read from the Stephen Strange fandom or alike, it never really fulfills my craving/reaches my expectations. Especially with ironstrange being an extremely famous ship. :/ I may come out more of like an ass on this one, but I really hate fics that make Stephen ooc just bcs. I dunno. To give their fav char the stage? And ppl praise those fics. Say they were good. It's super annoying tbh. I'm probably just biased, idk.

So yeah, thanks for writing your fics. I would really have given up on this fandom if it weren't for you. Real grateful.

k;efw;ijogrz;ogzihoggdio grd <33333333 Thank you! Whenever I am having a writing slump or just a bad day, I try to think of messages like this instead of negative thoughts. People taking the time to just say nice things, it's just -- real nice.

Always great to see another fan of Stephen whump around. PEOPLE, he's so whumpy! Tony and Peter get wayyyy too much whump in fics where the three show up, and in Loki & Stephen fics, it's usually Loki getting the whumping treatment. Whumping the *competent doctor* is way, way more fun. Trust me. I know there's a lot of whumpy writers in the MCU, give Stephen some of your whumpy love. Please. And then tag me after you're done writing it, thank you!

Also, you opened a can of worms with that last comment, because I agree with you and it's been like, a year since I made a comment on this on tumblr, so it's about time I made another one, ahahahah.

Warning: superrrr critical of anti-character writers/Civil War Team Iron Man Only writers below. Sorry if you, the person reading this, are included in that group. I just don't think it's good stuff and bad for the fandom--and my blog, my opinion space sorta thing. But this doesn't mean I think you're any less valuable, or less moral, as a person. This is still just fiction we're talking about.

There's definitely a segment of IronStrange fics that make Stephen OOC. I'm thankful that it's not all of them, but there's still enough to make a Stephen fan just annoyed. It's one reason I refuse to read non-Team Cap friendly fics, or any fic labeled "Civil War Team Iron Man", because 9 times out of 10, Stephen's just a prop character in those instead of a character with his own agency and beliefs. And usually Tony's made into this perfect messiah type character which is just *weird* for a guy who did make his fortune off weapons, like the writers are willfully ignoring that. And beyond that, Tony's definitely a flawed char, which is one reason I enjoy him as a character. Exploring his foibles is one of the best parts of writing from his POV. So making him perfect as anti-fics/Team Iron Man fics tend to do? Not my cup of tea.

There's a tendency to make Steve's character stupid or a bully which is just more bad writing, even worse than what Endgame did to him (talk about bad writing). Folks can write what they want, but I have yet to read a good anti-character-fic that keeps the characters true to their characters instead of serving as some sort of mouth piece for the author which is just poor writing. It may be popular, but there's a *lot* of really badly written books in the NYT Best Sellers, so popular doesn't mean good!

Also, it's not to say that these writers aren't capable of writing better, as I will see their other works and see that, yeah, they can write in a more nuanced POV or have a technical ability that's already present. But they've surrounded themselves with opinions and meta that fit their mold and their mold only and, well, handicap their own growth and their talent by sticking to OOC characterizations. It's their choice, of course, but I find it baffling because they stick to it for *years and years* and I'm still of the opinion that that's not healthy. It's 2022; Civil War came out 6 years ago. It's time to expand your horizons, and probably rewatch the film because you don't remember it as how it really happened if you're still sticking with the old, tired tropes these fics tend to have.

I did almost leave the fandom at one point and delete all my fics in a dark place at the end of 2019/beginning of 2020 (before the pandemic) because I was so tired of this trend to only IronStrange and the amount of vitriol in many of those stories. Thankfully other senses prevailed, and I got some outside assistance that helped make me realize that I still had a place in fandom, even if my opinion was a minority opinion. And asks like yours let me know I made the right choice in sticking around.

#about me #fanfic #ask #answered #anonymous #stephen strange #cacw discourse #discourse #i dunno what else to tag this #anti-antis #i guess lol

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sarah-sandwich · 3 years ago

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Top 5 Creative Works of 2021

rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2021. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Tagged by @playboyphilanthro-pissed

1) Peaches Ain't Pretty - Gen, Harley Keener-centric - 17k

Harley Keener and his sister Abbie have never had an easy life, but they've always had each other and that's enough. They'll make it be enough.

my beloved ❤ tbh I surprised the hell out of myself with this one. First of all, I was inspired to write it by Devil Town by Cavetown (specifically the version linked--the kid's got like 4 versions now lol). I actually had the idea for this when I first heard the song wwaaaaayyyyy back when I was posting Don't Freak Out in 2020 and working on the sequel, but at that time I was SO overwhelmed (with covid and posting fic for the first time in nearly 2 years, and writing that freaking sequel (haha see what i did?), and covid) so I just ignored the plot bunny and forgot about it. Fast forward to a year later, I started listening to the song again and the idea came back to me and I was like, okay okay I don't have anything better to do rn, I'll just jot down some ideas... Then like 3 days later I had a completed fic lol

BUT before I started, I knew I wanted it to have a certain tone (serious and at times heavy, but not depressing--i wanted those spots of light) and I wanted it to follow the Keeners from childhood to their coming of age into adulthood. Honestly I didn't know if I could pull that off. Writing from a child's perspective is hard. Writing an accent I don't have without making it obnoxious is hard. I'm so stinkin' happy with it though! It turned out as perfect as I could have asked for. It still blows me away when i reread it. Like woah I made that.

When I started writing it I was iffy about working towards a parkner ending bc I really wanted it to be only about the Keeners but I'm weak so that's where it ended up lol And now I'm posting the parkner sequel! Check out A Peach Like You (which technically I wrote in 2021 even though I'm only just now posting it, so it counts)

2) The Distance Between (You and Me) - parkner - 29k

When Pepper offered to begin training him to become CEO of Stark Industries, she warned Harley it would put a target on his back. He didn't take her seriously until after he'd been left chained and shivering in a dark hole for three days.

Rescued but with his kidnappers still at large, Tony recruits a bodyguard to shadow his every step and keep him safe until Tasha can hunt down his kidnappers. Harley isn't impressed. If he wasn't already at his wit's end muscling through nightmares, dissociative episodes, and pretending like he's handling everything like a champ then maybe he'd be able to figure out what exactly makes Peter Parker so special.

Ah the bodyguard AU. This one was so hard to write. Not bc of the fic, but bc of my head space. Real life took a nose dive and let's just say I had a pretty shitty time starting in May last year and it didn't really let up until, uh, November?? Writing felt impossible. I had all these big awful feelings and I couldn't set them aside in order to write. I've never been a vent writer and quite frankly idk how to be honest enough with myself to do that on purpose...

All that to say, it took A LOT to get this one down. Major thank you to everyone--@michellejones-stacy I'm looking at you in particular ily ❤--who cheered me on and shared their enthusiasm with me. It literally wouldn't have happened if I didn't know you guys were looking forward to it. Some days the only reason I pushed myself to write was bc of you so 🙌🎉✨🥰😭 thank you

But then when I finished it, it felt hollow, like I'd gone through the steps of writing but there was no soul in it. I didn't believe the feedback I got telling me it was good. It took until like... last month? When I finally read it fresh that I realized actually yeah, everyone was right and it is good! So I'm super proud of myself that this fic exists at all, but also I'm proud of how it turned out despite my challenges while writing it.

3) The Human Kind - parkner - 3.7k

“Your game of tag made the news again,” Miles says with a frown. “I don’t get why you won’t talk to him.”

“It’s more like hide-and-seek,” he says, not bothering to address the second statement as he pulls off his mask. They’ve been through that song and dance enough times they both know it by heart and it’s lost its spark.

“That’s not how it looks on TV. Looks like a lot of chasing and not a lot of counting.”

“Yet it always ends with me hiding and him giving up on seeking so—,” He waves his hand in a ‘there you have it’ fashion then hits the spider symbol on his suit.

Or: Spider-Man has a stalker but it's not what you think

This one. This one I tried to write angst lol and I hurt myself! So mission accomplished? I re-read this one recently and I'm really happy with it. It starts out light and there are questions laid out that you don't get immediate answers too, but you don't really worry about it bc it's Peter and he's quipping and making jokes and it's fun, right? Then it gets serious and that's when my feelings get hurt.

4) No Need to Rush - parkner - 5.3k

5 times Peter almost says I Love You (but Harley does instead) + 1 time they both say it

(Yes, it's a needlessly complicated take on this trope but it's my needlessly complicated take on this trope)

There's a comment on this fic that essentially calls this the perfect spiderlad fic and that's what pops into my head every time I think of it lmao it makes me realize that this is p much the only fic where I wrote established Iron Lad rather than the beginnings of Harley becoming Iron Lad. I adore this fic in it's own right, but that comment + this fic makes me really really really want to go all out with a spiderlad fic. Harley and Peter fighting side-by-side, the quips and banter, the hurt/comfort, the intrinsic understanding between them that no one else can touch because only they know exactly what they're facing day-in and day-out, partners in every sense of the word--I just *wistful sigh* I'm gonna write one for real, a full-sized fic, and that's that on that.

5) Undercover? I thought you said undercovers... - parkner - 3.7k

Peter and Harley are undercover at a black-tie event and get into a sticky situation

Not that kind of sticky! Get your head out of the gutter you dirty bird

This one is pure fun. I had a blast writing it and I adored all of the squeeing comments I got for it and I get a good laugh out of it every time I re-read it. It's the embodiment of bickering as a love language.

Tagging (with no pressure/if you're busy you're busy): @theoceanismyinkwell @queenofmoons @michellejones-stacy (will it let me tag you twice?? we'll find out) @writingamongther0ses @joyful-soul-collector and anyone else who wants to share their most special babies of 2021! Tag me so I can see 😊

#'long post'#sorry im a rambler #and not in a sexy cowboy way 😔🤟#'mine'#2021 writing wrap up #sort of #tag games #is that one still allowed apple?? huh? hUH???#if i tagged you and you've already done something like this feel free to ignore #also if i tagged you and you're low on spoons feel free to ignore or save for later #the world is your oyster #you do you #parkner #harley keener #peter parker #sswrites

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folklore - isaac lahey {7/?}

Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait I’ve been ridiculously busy the past few weeks 😓BUT!!! As compensation I made this part super long and fluffy with sooooooo much Isaac/reader content (enjoy it while you can because shits gonna be messy from here on out 🤭🙈)

Having said that, I don’t have my laptop right now as I moved houses and my stuff got put into storage so I’m working with the mobile version 😓 sorry in advance if formatting is weird I tried to make it better 😓 also there’s no continue reading button so sorry if this comes up on your dash 😭

Let me know what you think tho I’d really appreciate it 💕

Word count: 5.5k 🙈

Warnings: Fluff 😳, mentions of blood, Derek being a PAIN IN THE ASS, Isaac being the cutest 😌✨, ✨kissing✨, swearing

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The days you’d spent in Mystic Falls bled into weeks and soon enough you were being beckoned back to Beacon Hills with a head full of things you hadn’t had a clue about two weeks prior.

There, of course, was the matter of Peter- who was now dead, well technically, he was murdered.

Derek’s first course of action as Beacon Hills’ new alpha was to break the news to you. He’d killed him but due to Scott and Stiles’ constant text updates, you knew it would’ve had to be done sooner or later. But still, you had a feeling that this wouldn’t be the last of him. That small intuitive feeling in the back of your mind told you that you’d see him again soon. You just hoped your next meeting wouldn’t be happening because you ended up buried next to him.

Over the course of your stay with Alaric, who had left you in the care of the Salvatore brothers- Stefan and Damon, you’d honed several new vampiric powers. As it turned out, some of the powers you possessed were completely unfamiliar to the vampires of over a hundred years.

You had super speed, it wasn’t just enhanced as you’d previously thought. As well as that, you’d discovered that you could run circles around both Stefan and Damon Salvatore, who were obviously a lot older and therefore should’ve been a lot faster.

And for that matter, they should’ve been stronger than you, they should’ve been able to snap you like a twig. They should’ve been able to. But they weren’t. Because not only were you faster, you were stronger too.

While having super speed and super strength was nice, mind compulsion, your most recent discovery, now that was incredible. All you had to do was look into someone’s eyes and they would become completely entranced to do whatever you told them.

Despite being over a hundred years old, neither Stefan nor Damon had ever seen a vampire quite like you.

They’d never seen a vampire who was also an empath, that, apparently, was usually more of a witch thing. Neither of them had ever come across a vampire bite which had a euphoric effect either. But having said all of that… they’d never heard of someone being turned from a wolf bite. Or a vampire who still had a beating heart, for that matter.

Your only real downfalls were that, for one, your blood’s healing capacity didn’t operate at the same speed for you as it did when being used to heal others. You’d put this down to the possibility that maybe your system had just grown too used to it. To be perfectly honest, though, you had no idea.

Secondly, your empathic tendencies were beginning to bring you down, but it wasn’t just that… it was the way in which you’d been instructed, by Damon Salvatore himself, on how to make them stop.

The plane ride home to California dragged on longer than you would’ve liked, the flight was delayed and you were absolutely starving by the time Derek picked you up from the airport. Your parents were still away, they’d travelled to Romania in search of answers to your predicament and they wouldn’t be home until at least next week, so that left Derek on chauffeur and babysitting duty.

“How are you?” He’d only spoken up thirty minutes into the car ride, you let out a sigh from the passenger seat and gave him a tired smile, you could feel the nerves radiating from him. He was afraid you’d be mad at him for killing Peter, and maybe you should’ve been, but again, you had a feeling he’d be back, and besides, spending time with Damon had helped you realise that everything wasn’t so black and white. It finally registered with you that people like Derek and Damon, the dark mysterious bad boys with secret hearts of gold- they sometimes did bad things but with good intentions.

Once you discovered this, you decided amongst yourself that you’d ease up on your not-really-big-brother in the future. Even if it meant you got hurt a little in the process. If hurting you was what he needed to do to learn his lesson then you’d be willing to make that sacrifice.

So you gave him a soft smile and answered, “Hungry.”

Derek let out a chuckle at that, nodding his head towards the backseat, drawing your attention to the three full blood bags laying on the leather seats.

A delighted gasp left your mouth as you snatched the plastic bags into your hands, wasting no time you stuck the attached tube into your mouth and began gulping the first bag down- it was definitely Stiles’ blood you were drinking, you’d gotten so used to the taste of it you were sure you could recognise it anywhere.

Letting out a happy groan you threw your head back against the headrest, “Stiles Stilinski you are a doll.”

Derek chuckled again, glancing at you fondly before his steely eyes returned to the road ahead.

It was only another 30 minutes before you were back in your driveway. “So are you staying here until my parents get back?” You questioned from the porch as Derek got your bags from the trunk of his car, the wolf shook his head with a smile, “Nah, I’ve got some stuff to do at home.”

“Derek, that home isn’t even structurally sound.” You chastised softly. Surely he’d be happier spending time with the family he still had breathing rather than living in the remnants of what used to be his.

Walking up to the porch, Derek placed your case down gently by your feet and moved himself to stand in front of you. A genuine smile painted his lips as he gazed at you, “New rule.” He stated, placing both of his hands on either of your forearms before going on, eyes staring affectionately into your own, “From now on, I will be doing all the worrying about you, alright? Not the other way around.”

With a defeated sigh, you nodded your head. “I’ll try my best.” That had been a lie. Unable to blind you with his unusually sweet sentiment, through the physical contact you could tell he was scheming.

“Good. Now, go get some rest I’ll come check up on you in the morning.” He kissed your forehead and then made his way back to his car, speeding out of your driveway and out of sight before you’d even unlocked the door.

The house was cold and empty when you’d re-entered. A shiver ran up your spine the second your feet stepped past the threshold. Something was very wrong, and unfortunately, you couldn’t tell what exactly it was that was so wrong. The feeling was unnerving, it was dark and it was agonisingly heavy. Like anxiety on steroids, lots of steroids.

Swallowing thickly, you gripped -more like clawed- at your chest. Nails scraping your skin as you attempted to catch a single breath, though it seemed that oxygen was determined to outrun you as you glanced around helplessly.

Almost twenty minutes has passed as you heaved and gasped frantically, overwhelming dread flooded your chest while simultaneously tears flooded your eyes, and still you didn’t have even the slightest idea of what it all meant.

And then it hit you. That panic- it didn’t belong to you.

Within a second you’d risen to your feet, breathing still staggered while you rushed out the front door, your vampire speed being put to good use as within seconds you were where your panic had led you. Night had fallen by now and it was completely dark, not to mention absolutely freezing, the hoodie you had on doing nothing to protect you from the biting cold in the air. The trail of feelings you’d been chasing had led you to Beacon Hills cemetery and before your eyes, there it was, the something that was very wrong.

Derek and Isaac. More specifically, Derek’s teeth buried in Isaac’s arm. You hadn’t even registered what you were doing when you ripped Derek from Isaac and violently threw him across the cemetery, the impact in which the Hale hit the tree all the way at the edge of the graveyard was a testimony to your strength. You hadn’t even used half it.

Without hesitation, you inspected Isaac’s body frantically, eyes lingering on the bloody bite across his right arm. Slowly and mournfully, your eyes met his, which were wide with shock. His heart was beating out of his chest to the point where you couldn’t ignore it.

“What did he do to you?” The question slipped out as a whisper, your anger melted away only to be replaced by dread as Isaac began to speak, “He offered me the bite and I- I said yes.”

“Isaac…” Your gaze drifted to the bite and you weren’t surprised to see it already healed. “I’m sorry.” You heard him mutter from above you, his anxiety pooling in your chest and mixing with his guilt.

Shaking your head softly you pulled him into you, your arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders while his own arms held you tightly against him as you kissed his temple to release him of the intense anxiety plaguing him. “Don’t be sorry. I understand.”

He relaxed against you upon hearing your words, the two weeks you’d been gone made him realise something, he was utterly useless without you, or so he thought. He felt weak. He felt as though if he didn’t have you as emotional support he was defective. Derek had honed in on that and manipulated it to his advantage, convinced Isaac that the bite was what he needed in order to be strong by himself. To keep you safe instead of you protecting him all of the time.

“Was that really necessary?” Derek’s voice broke the moment and you found anger was surging through you once again. You separated from Isaac to face Derek.

At this point, you didn’t care what his intentions had been, you weren’t going to let him away with this.

“I’m going to give you three seconds to explain why you did this.” As Derek moved to speak you ruthlessly cut him off. “Too slow.” And with that the back of your hand met his cheek, again sending him flying, only not as far this time.

His fangs were barred now, as were yours. Both of your eyes glowing, his red ones threatening as he attempted to demonstrate his power. And yet again, you had a revelation.

You couldn’t stop the laugh that fell from your lips, a synacal and sarcastic lilt to it as you towered over Derek’s form on the floor.

“Oh I get it!” You exclaimed, lip held between your teeth in mock disbelief you pressed your palm to your forehead as you spoke, “You thought you’d go around and stalk some kids so you could add to your big bad pack. Right?” He growled at you and attempted to pick himself up, only for you to give a swift, hard kick to his chest, returning his back to the dirt.

“I guess you told him it’d make him stronger? That it’d make all of his problems go away? And what about the Argent’s, huh? Did you tell him that you were manipulating him?” It was then, again in panic, Isaac spoke up to your surprise, in Derek’s defence.

“(Y/n), I promise it isn’t like that! He told me everything, it was my choice I said yes!” You spared him a glance before crouching down to Derek.

“Well did you tell him how you usually treat your pack?” The words were dripping in venom and the guilt that radiated from the man didn’t deter you from moving forward with you verbal attack, your head turning to Isaac, your eyes sparkling with sadness as you locked eyes with him, speaking hoarsely you wondered out loud, “Did he tell you that he’s a liar? That he doesn’t know how to run a pack? That if he doesn’t understand you he’ll leave you in the dust?”

The look on his face spoke volumes as he recalled the state Derek had put you in the weeks previous.

With a final sneer in Derek’s direction you delivered your parting words, “You better treat him better than you continue to treat me or so help me Derek Hale I will tear you to shreds.”

As you angrily stormed away, Isaac stood in confusion for a second before he began to chase after you, leaving Derek on the dirt floor to help himself.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n) please wait!” He shouted as he was just starting to catch up to you. When you felt that you were at a good enough distance away from Derek you finally slowed your pace.

When Isaac finally made it to your side, he was panting slightly, swallowing the lump in his throat he nervously grabbed your hand.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated, his eyes resembling those of a puppy and you could already feel your composure slipping away from you as you looked at him.

It’d been almost three weeks since you’d seen him, three weeks since you’d made out in the school basement and this definitely wasn’t how you were expecting the reunion to go.

“Isaac it isn’t your fault. I’m not mad at you, ok? I get it. I’m just worried, this town isn’t exactly kind on the supernatural.” You reassured him gently, squeezing his hand and giving him a sad smile.

“Don’t worry about me.” Isaac told you and you had to laugh, “Sorry, babe but I will not be taking my eyes off you until this town becomes normal.”

Isaac’s face was then taken over by, what could only be described as, a Cheshire Cat smile, “Did you just call me babe?” His voice was teasing and you felt your face heating up despite your freezing temperature.

Sucking on the inside of your cheek you tried your best to conceal your growing smile, you shrugged innocently, “Yeah. What about it?” The playful lilt in your voice had his smile widening even more as he began to lean down to you, his face getting closer to yours by the second.

His breath fanned across your lips when he spoke next, “I liked it.” With that, his lips pressed to yours cautiously, as if he was still unsure of whether or not it was okay to do so.

His uncertainty melted away when he felt your lips begin to reciprocate his actions and your hands moved to cup his cheeks.

The both of you could agree that this kiss was different than the last one you’d shared a few weeks ago. “Why is it that we only ever kiss when one of us is coming out as a supernatural creature?” Isaac laughed against your lips as you pulled away with a sigh.

“It would be us wouldn’t it.”

After a few minutes of nagging at Isaac you managed to put all the pieces of Derek’s plan together. Isaac himself didn’t actually know all that much, just that he was the first to be turned, but that alone told you everything that you needed to know.

Derek was now an alpha with no pack, so logically, a pack was what he was building and that would have been perfectly understandable- if he hadn’t started with your best friend.

“There’s a full moon coming up, did he tell you what would happen?” You questioned gently, ready to throttle Derek when the boy in front of you shook his head.

Heaving a deep breath you squeezed his hand reassuringly, the initial excitement of being turned had worn off and Isaac was beginning to radiate anxiety once again.

“Don’t worry okay? I’m gonna call Scott, he’ll be able to help you.” Isaac’s eyebrows came together in confusion, “Scott McCall?”

You nodded your head, “He’ll know how to help.” You tried to convince Isaac without spilling Scott’s secret. Not that it was going to stay a secret for too long, but it wasn’t your secret to tell.

Isaac shook his head rapidly, his hands moving to hold your forearms, his panic at your suggestion hitting you like a freight train as he stared into your eyes, a wild look in his own.

“No no no no. You can’t tell anyone. (Y/n) promise me you won’t tell anyone okay? If my dad finds out I’m a werewolf he’ll-“ The words came out almost as fast as you could run and his panic only intensified when his father entered his mind.

Quickly catching on to his looming panic attack as his eyes began to glow yellow you cut him off, “Isaac.”

He didn’t hear you as he kept rambling, claws growing past his nails and digging into your arm, “No he’ll kill me. Oh my god he’s gonna kill me. (Y/n) he’s go-“

Yes, it would’ve been easy to rip your arms from his grasp that was causing you quite a lot of pain as his nails sunk into your skin as his hands held onto you desperately. However, you had a feeling that his hold on your now bloody forearms was the only thing keeping him from spiralling completely out of control.

“Isaac! Look at me!” Your voice was strict but served to make his amber eyes finally settle on yours.

Gently, you finally slipped your arms out of Isaac’s clawed grip, although you were sure it would’ve been less painful to just leave them, his claws dragged down your arms while you lifted them slowly and cautiously until you replaced them with your hands, using your new grasp of the boy to provide him with some peace of mind.

You focused your energy on shifting a sense of relaxation from your own palms to Isaac’s sweaty ones as you spoke, voice soft again, “I’m not going to tell anyone. It’s just you and me, alright? Focus on me, yeah?” Isaac nodded his head, still slightly frantic but calmer than before as he did as you told and simply focused on you, “Take a deep breath.” You instructed, breathing steadily along with him until his eyes returned to their natural blue colour and his claws retracted.

A moment of silence passed with Isaac slumped against you, hands held tightly in his while he steadied his breathing. You placed your lips to his cheek and then again to the bruise forming beneath his right eye, you hadn’t noticed it earlier. You’d almost forgotten it’d been nearly three weeks since you’d been together, he’d probably been though it with his demon of a sperm doner over the time you were away.

“I’ve missed you.” It was Isaac that broke the silence when your lips disconnected from his injured face.

“I missed you too.” You replied simply, there was so much you’d planned on saying to him while you were in Mystic Falls but at the moment, you felt there were more pressing matters to discuss and again, it was Isaac who spoke.

He pulled away slightly to look at you properly, hands still clasping yours, he gave them a squeeze before he started speaking, “This pack that Derek’s building… I’m guessing you’re not in it?”

“I was never asked. But I’ve kind of already got a pack, which you are more than welcome to join.” You responded hopefully, wishing he’d agree but you knew he wouldn’t. As such a fresh beta he’d stay loyal to his alpha, but, you had to ask.

Isaac nodded his head sadly, “Scott McCall?” You let out a small laugh, at how quickly he’d caught on, “Yeah. He’s not exactly an alpha but he’s helped me out a lot, more than Derek has.”

“Derek told me that wolves are stronger as a pack, he didn’t say anything about vampires though.” Isaac went on, a confused lilt in his voice.

“I found out in Mystic Falls that vampires rarely belong to packs and by vampire nature I don’t need one, but Ric figures that it’s in my nature to want one since it’s all I’ve ever known.” You relayed the information to Isaac.

“Then why not, you know, join mine?” His lip was pulled between his teeth and he was looking at you with a hopeful expression.

“Isaac I just told you…” You said pleadingly, you didn’t want to upset him any further but you also couldn’t throw away the pack bond you’d built with Scott and Stiles when you’d first turned. If it was a matter of Isaac’s pack being made up of just Isaac there would’ve been no problems, it was the fact that it wasn’t Isaac’s pack but Derek’s.

Scratching what you’d decided about Derek earlier, you came to a new agreement with yourself: all of hell would freeze over before you even thought of easing up on Derek Hale.

Isaac threw his head back with a groan, “Come on, (N/n)! We are not going to let our love play out like Romeo and Juliet!” The way he spoke was humorous but it was obvious that he wasn’t really joking.

With a sigh you moved your shaking hands, that were now covered in scabbed over cuts as opposed to their previous status of raw and bleeding, to Isaac’s face. Your thumbs moved gently along his cheek bones as you took him in with an encouraging smile on your face as you told him confidently, “I refuse to let us become a modern day Romeo and Juliet, that’s not happening.”

You pulled him closer to you, slipping your arms around his shoulders and doing your best to ignore the butterflies rioting in your stomach when his arms wrapped tentatively around your waist.

You brought your lips to meet his briefly before fixing him with another determined look, “But listen to me, we might be loyal to different packs but I’m on your side, no matter what.”

Isaac nodded his head in understanding, “If it comes down to it, I’m always gonna choose you.” He responded honestly, arms tightening around you to hold you against his chest, his height causing his chin to be tilted downwards so that he could meet your eyes.

“I meant what I said to Derek, by the way.” You informed, Isaac’s eyebrows rose in confusion again, “If he mistreats you I’ll tear him apart.”

“Should I give Scott the same warning?” Isaac asked humorously and you had to shake your head in order to hold back a laugh.

It wasn’t until you’d separated from your embrace with Isaac that you took into account the fact that your body was now shaking with the cold.

“Come on, I’ve gotta call my dad and probably the sheriff and you’re freezing.” Isaac stated, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and leading you back to the cemetery where you noticed his overturned excavator and the dug up grave plot.

You listened with curiosity while Isaac spoke to his father on the phone, trying to explain exactly what had transpired in the last couple of hours since his shift started.

“How the hell does an excavator just flip over, Isaac?” You could hear his fathers anger through the line and Isaac fumbled for a response, “Someone, or something- I don’t know it could’ve been an animal, but it got pushed from the side and tipped over. I fell into the plot I was digging and that was it, I didn’t see the rest.” He explained weakly.

“You still stuck in hole, you idiot?” You watched as Isaac clenched his jaw and motioned to yourself when he was finally looking at you, “No. No, um, (Y/n) just got back from Virgina, she came looking for me and helped me out.”

“She still there?” His father questioned, seemingly cooling off at the mention of your name. You hated how much that man seemed to like you when he should’ve held that affection for his actual son.

“Yeah, she’s with me now.” Isaac confirmed and you offered up a fake cheerful, “Hi, Mr Lahey!”

“Invite her over while I call the sheriff and see about getting this mess cleaned up.” With that, he hung up the phone and Isaac sighed, “You’re starting to look like Mr. Freeze, let’s get you warmed up.” His arm stayed comfortably wrapped around your shoulder and as you reached up to hold his hand that was hanging over your shoulder you stopped dead in your tracks, “Isaac, I can’t go and greet your father looking like this.”

You motioned to your torn and bloodstained hoodie, immediately regretting it when his eyes widened in shock, “Did I… oh god (Y/n) did I do that?”

Not missing a beat you grabbed his hands and made sure you soothed his panic before you got a rerun of earlier.

“It’s not your fault. You’re new to this, okay? Mistakes happen and that’s fine it’s all part of the process. And look!-” You pulled off the hoodie to reveal your now completely healed arms and hands, nothing but dried blood to show that the claw marks were even there in the first place. “‘M all healed up! No harm done.” You reassured him, bringing his lips to yours to further convince him that you were okay and distract him from the guilt you could feel building within him.

Your arms, although no longer cut, were covered in goosebumps as Isaac ran his hands affectionately down the length of them. “It won’t happen again.” He promised and you gave him a shaky smile, teeth beginning to chatter, “Let’s go home?” Isaac nodded his head, nothing short of ripping his own hoodie off before pulling your arms through the sleeves and moving himself in front of you to zip it up.

You watched completely content as he fumbled with the zipper. His curls were falling in front of his eyes and his eyes were squinted in concentration. The quiet, but triumphant, “got it” he let out when he finally finessed the zipper had you grinning like a fool.

When he moved his focus from the zip and back to your face, he smiled bashfully, “What’re you looking at me like that for?”

The sleeves of his hoodie, that was miles too big for you, hung far past your wrists and brushed against the nape of his neck, your fingers finding a place tangled in his hair while you stared at him, grin ever present.

Your other hand was otherwise occupied being placed firmly against Isaac’s chest, enjoying the feeling of his rapidly beating heart, and you didn’t know it entirely. But in that moment it was beating for you and you alone.

Isaac’s hand made itself comfortable holding your waist, the other holding your own against his chest, keeping it in place.

Neither of you needed to say it. You could both feel it. But still, you found yourself uttering the words, “I love you.”

Not half a second had passed before Isaac echoed your declaration, “I love you.”

“I feel like if I kiss you right now I won’t be able to stop but I’m still freezing my ass off so… your place?”

Isaac nodded his head in agreement, “My place.”

Upon arrival at the Lahey residence, Mr. Lahey had greeted you with a wide smile and ushered you into the kitchen where he instructed Isaac to make you some tea, to which Isaac had to restrain a grumble as he’d been planning on doing it anyway.

Mr. Lahey was happily chatting away to you when Isaac set down two cups of tea, one in front of his father and one in front of you, his eyes lingering on you with a certain kind of glint before he turned back to the counter to grab his own cup and returning to sit beside you at the table.

Isaac was, in all honesty, losing it. He didn’t even know why. You were just sitting there, wrapped up in his hoodie, nose ever so slightly pink from the cold, talking politely to his father. It was nothing out of the ordinary but he was finding it hard to think about anything other than how his hoodie would look splayed on the floor of his bedroom.

He wasn’t very good at hiding it either, you could feel it as clear as day. Teenage boy hormones mixing with teenage werewolf hormones were causing havoc and it’d be a lie to say it wasn’t having an affect on you.

Trying to return your attention to whatever Mr.Lahey was babbling about you clearing your throat and took a sip of your tea, keeping your expression neutral as Isaac’s hand slipped to your knee under the table. His attempt to pull you into his mess of hormones was obviously successful as you found yourself ready to yell out in frustration when his hand stayed put on your knee for a solid twenty minutes before his father finally rose from the table.

“I’m going to check out the situation at the cemetery, you’re welcome to stay tonight, it’s pretty dangerous out there these days.” Mr. Lahey offered and you smiled innocently at him as he stood in the doorway, “I think I’ll take you up on that. Thank you.” The older man gave you a nod but said no more before walking out the front door.

“What the hell are you doing?” You finally burst when the front door clicked shut, whipping around to face Isaac.

“What?” He asked as if his hand didn’t start sliding further up your leg the second his father left the room.

You groaned, “Don’t ‘what?’ me when you’re about four centimetres from having your hand between my thighs!”

“Sorry.” He immediately retracted his hand, eyes wide as he realised how close his hand was to reaching the top of your thigh, “I, um, I didn’t mean to- I mean, I did mean to but i won’t do it again if you don’t want me to-“

“Isaac.” You cut him off, lip pulled between your teeth, “I want you to.” You declared and he let out a heavy sigh full of relief, “Thank God.” He muttered before he was pulling you up off the chair and right against his chest.

His lips immediately found yours and his hands were gripping your waist like there was no tomorrow.

At this point, the butterflies in your stomach were going absolutely bat shit feral when his lips began to trail past your lips, to your chin, then to the curve of your jaw. It was when his hand slipped deftly up your side to settle against your jaw that you realised just how much you’d been wanting this.

Isaac’s lips fell further to your neck and you couldn’t stop the hum of approval that escaped your mouth at the sensation of his soft lips sucking and licking at your pulse. “It this okay?” He asked in a mutter, the dainty and nervous nature of his voice contrasting greatly with the confidence and ferocity of his actions.

Your hands tugged gently at his hair to get him to meet you clouded eyes, when he looked at you you were sure that his eyes had flashed yellow, his breathing was getting heavy and you had an inkling that his lips on your neck was the most exciting thing that was going to happen between you tonight.

“It’s more than okay.” You told him with a dopey smile, letting out a laugh when he dived back into the crook of your neck, kissing your skin through a smile.

Despite your words your hands moved to his chest to push him away slightly, “But…” you started as Isaac threw his head back with a groan, “I think we should stop, and maybe revisit this after the full moon passes.”

After taking in a steadying breath Isaac nodded in agreement, “Yeah, you’re probably right.” His hand slipped into yours and he intertwined his fingers with yours, he spent a moment just looking at your linked hands with a fond smile and the look of achievement on his face. It was easy to tell, with the help of your empathic powers, that Isaac was proud of himself.

You yourself couldn’t quite pinpoint why he was feeling so prideful in the moment, but he knew. To be truthful he wasn’t just proud of himself, he was downright ecstatic. He’d been nothing more than your best friend since you were both eleven, and now, six years later he finally crossed the threshold from being your best friend to being your- well actually now that he thought about it, he wasn’t sure what he is to you now.

A few hours passed before Isaac worked up the courage to ask the question that had formed in his mind after his make out session with you earlier.

The pair of you had since gotten comfortable in his bed, which was nothing particularly new. You laid on your side with your back to the bedroom door, Isaac was behind you, his chin tucked in between your shoulder and your neck with his arms around your torso holding you close to him.

“Can I ask you something?” His voice broke through the silence and you responded with a tired hum, adjusting his arm so you could snuggle closer and tried your best to stop yourself from falling asleep while he murmured softly in your ear.

“What are we?” He kept his eyes trained on the dark room ahead of him, his hand grabbing yours as you readjusted his arm and he absentmindedly began playing with your fingers, the action being successful in calming his nerves.

“What do you want us to be?” You asked sleepily in response, a small smile forming on your face as you heard his heartbeat speeding up.

Isaac let out a nervous breath against your neck and you held back a shudder at the feeling, “I was kind of thinking that all the kissing would make us a couple.” Letting out another sleepy hum, if it was even physically possible, you snuggled deeper into his hold. You sluggishly turned your head to place a light kiss against his cheek, “Then we’re a couple.”

#isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey #teen wolf x reader #folklore i.l #derek hale x reader

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a-lil-bi-furious · 3 years ago

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🤝help get me to write?✍

idk about anyone else, but I have lots of story ideas and precisely zero follow-through on my own. SO. New ask game I’m calling: ✨kindly pressure me to actually write things✨ I will list my current WIP’s and brief descriptions. For each title I get in my inbox, I will write you a snippet for that WIP (send as many as you’d like, as many times as you’d like).

my promises to anyone who indulges me in this:

I will answer your ask within the week.

Each snippet will be a few paragraphs long.

I’ll do my damnedest to make them good paragraphs.

I will love you forever for sending one <33

Not starting a tag chain, but if anyone wants to do this for their own WIP pile, feel free.

WIP list below the cut:

A Memory Lost is a Family Found

A canon-divergent AU in which Kira is taken by the Wild Hunt at the end of 5B and the tail she gave to Scott is left behind as a relic. In her absence, Scott grows close with Ken and Noshiko as they all attempt to fill the Kira sized hole they’re unaware exists in their life. Slowly but surely, they figure out together that they are missing someone important to them, and it all starts when Scott finds a carved shard of obsidian in his jacket pocket.

A Road for Three

(Alternating POV) The Scirasaac OT3 long-fic I’m determined to write. I don’t have much of a plot yet, but essentially Scott leaves on a road trip post-series to take a break from Beacon Hills and head to the desert to check in on Kira after everything with Monroe. Isaac winds up joining him. Feelings ensue. Things get complicated.

Broken and Begging for Something More

A cento (in this case a story pieced together from song lyrics) following Theo throughout his arcs in seasons 5 and 6 and a redemption arc post-series. tbd, but currently leaning toward unrequited Sceo feelings in the end.

Invisible Wounds Still Leave Scars

A missing scene in which (on Mason’s insistence) Corey asks Scott for help when he starts struggling with his chimera abilities, and they end up talking about what Scott did to him in “Ouroboros.”

In Your Hands is a Touch That Can Heal

After Derek kills Peter and all hope for a cure is lost, Scott is mourning who he once was and confronted with the horror of what he now permanently is. He’s filled with despair, believing all he’s left with is anger and bloodlust and violence. One shift at the clinic, Deaton shows him that all is not lost--there is still so much good he can do. (or: a missing scene between seasons 1 and 2 in which Deaton teaches Scott how to take pain)

Inner Demons Don’t Play by the Rules

A rewrite of the library scene with Scott and the Anuk-Ite in the series finale, which focuses the Anuk-Ite’s attacks more on Scott’s fear of becoming a monster and hurting/losing those he cares about.

It’s Called “Sacrifice” for a Reason

When Scott dies in “Status Asthmaticus,” he wakes up in a basin filled with ice water, Stiles and Allison on either side, in that same white room from the night they sacrificed themselves to the Nemeton. When Melissa restarts his heart, Scott isn’t sure anymore if he’s actually alive or still trapped in that empty room, drowning in that basin in the clinic, and hallucinating everything.

La Bête à L’intérieur

Mason wasn’t conscious for most of what he did as La Bête, but he passively remembers everything that happened. In dreams, he’s confronted with what The Beast did, but when he’s awake he’s too far removed to properly deal with it. (or: a post-5B fic exploring Mason’s issues with his identity and latent trauma from being The Beast.)

Now I See You in My Nightmares (Or Not At All)

After Theo is freed from the Skinwalker prison, his nightmares continue to manifest his guilt over the crimes he’s committed. The only difference: now the dreams include Scott, and Tara isn’t the one punishing him anymore. He’s punishing himself.

The Facade of Normal

The Only non-Teen Wolf WIP on this list. 😂 Technically a “Push” fanfic. But the only connector is the name for the power classes which could easily change, so it’s really not? Essentially a glorified road trip fic, but both the fun-accidentally-falling-in-love-type and the on-the-run-from-people-trying-to kill-us type.

We’re Not Who We Were, But We’ll Always Die Trying

(Hayden POV) A missing scene in which Hayden meets with Scott to decide if becoming an actual werewolf, and consequently becoming his beta, is something she really wants. When the conversation turns into them sharing their experiences the night they both died, Hayden realizes she and Scott have more in common than she thought.

#Ask Games #Writing #My writing #Teen Wolf #it's all about feeling some level of responsibility to other people babeyyyy #I'd say pretty please with a cherry on top but I hate maraschino cherries so....pretty please with the plain whipped cream?#i'm hoping if i get a couple asks it will jumpstart the morsel of writing motivation i had way back in march 😅#ty in advance to anyone so kind as to participate <33

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sketchy-scribs-n-doods · 4 years ago

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saw your post about time travel fics. do you have any particular ones you can recommend? 👀👀

Yes!! I sure fuckin do!! my good Anon!! And @astupidgaytrashcan and @applestorms , you too my dudes, I saw ur tags ! >:D

Buckle up this is a bit of a long one bc I have Things To Say

Here goes:

Yesterday is Here by CirrusGrey

["Who the hell are you?" Jon could feel his hands shaking.

The man laughed, taking a step forward and raising a hand to point at him.

"I'm you, from the future!" he said, then swayed, eyes going unfocused, and collapsed to the floor in a dead faint.]

This is the 'Everything WILL Go Right This Time Or So Help Me God' Fix-It Queen of the bunch, featuring S4 Jon and Martin hopping back in time to S1 to set things right, S4 Jon being So Done with S1 Jon, some tasty ass Bullying Elias hours, Jon finally dealing with his emotions, and some double JonMartin goodness, 10/10 recommended.

Reverb in These Holy Halls by Wolftraps (AlwaysBoth)

[Undoing the apocalypse would have been enough for Jon, if all his people survived. Without them, Jon's only recourse is making it so it never happened in the first place. He's going to do better this time.]

This bad boy said 'idk if i'm doing this right but by god i'm gonna try'. Features: Jon being Gay and Sad about shit, Jon bitching at Elias, Powerful Archivist Jon, the Web gifting Jon a cat, Found Family, shit going Wrong in completely Different ways this time around, and the avatars deciding they hate Elias more than they hate Jon.

Reflection by LazuliQuetzal

[Jonathan Sims, researcher at the Magnus Institute, is seeing a ghost. Of himself.

Of course, it’s not really him, no matter what secrets it knows, or how many arguments it brings up. So if it tells him to do something? Obviously, he’ll be doing the exact opposite.]

This one's still ongoing, but strong with almost 40k and 8 chapters so far. Bit of a twist on the time travel trope, but definitely excellently and infuriatingly well executed. Features: S1 Jon being the Biggest Bitch Ever, Gertrude Robinson being shady af, S4 Jon doing His Best, more Bullying Elias hours, Martin being Hopelessly Gay, scarily Competent gay amazonian goddess Sasha, and the Jons having some massive arguments and emotional upheaval quality bonding time.

(Also Leitner getting his pathetic little old man bones knocked sideways if that's sweetens the pot for you)

Martin Blackwood Tries to Save the World (and Drags Jon with Him) by TheRealAndian

[It's the end of the world, and Jon and Martin have no idea how to fix it. That is, until a suspicious door lands them unsuspectingly in the past, long before the apocalypse. Now they have to work together with their former coworkers and their younger selves to stop the Magnus Archives from being completed, and maybe even admit their feelings for one another.]

Jon and Martin are SUCH a mess in this one and I love them dearly for it. Featuring: S4 Jon and Martin being super soft, Plans Falling Apart, S1 crew being very confused, Elias Gets Punched ©, Helen Richardson being as lovely as ever, Get Fucked Peter Lukas , many 'oops' moments, more double JonMartin, and a gentle epilogue. <3

Your Today is My Yesterday by ArtificialDaydreams

[“My name is Jonathan Sims... and I am not from this timeline.”

It has been seven months, two weeks, six days, fifteen hours, and thirty-seven minutes since the world ended, Jon wasn’t counting, but the Beholding let him Know anyway. Offered a chance to go back Jon struggles with fixing his past mistakes and keeping everyone in the Institute from realizing he's not the same man he was before.]

This one's also in progress, but at 43k and 16 out 19 chapters done, there's loads to enjoy here! This dude features: Jon trying to figure out a balance between 'old bitchy Jon' and 'new kinder Jon' in front of his coworkers and failing, Jon being Soft for Martin, Elias being a Bitch, Daisy being a Good Friend, Helen Richardson again being the Best Ever, Hunting Down your evil boss hours, and as of the newest chapter, a Gerry being a Good Bro cameo and Martin's sweet sweet manipulation skills.

your future is optional by gayprophets

[There’s a beat of silence, Annabelle clearly waiting for something.

“Oh my God,” Martin says suddenly. Jon is staring at her blankly, either uncomprehending or flabbergasted. “Are you seriously suggesting - you’re not,” he continues, because she can’t be, he must be misreading the situation somehow. “You have to be joking,” he says, desperate, “You’re not suggesting time travel.”

Annabelle cocks a perfectly-manicured eyebrow, smiling serenely, and Jon bursts into hysterical laughter.]

Listen, l i s t en, this one isn't complete either, and technically what's there has no time travel yet, but it's one chapter has 11k of glorious world building and spot-on character interaction building up to the actual time travel towards the end of the chapter. In this chapter 1 out of 3, you get: S5 Jon and Martin being So Fucking Soft with each other (honestly my h e a r t), Annabelle Crane being a Terrifying Bad Bitch, some solid Basira, Georgie, and Melanie interactions with the boys, really some very nice character introspection and wrapping your head around the idea of time travel in the first place, and a Mighty Need for more like hhhhhhhh-

These are just my main favorites so far! I started tma on the 19th of June honestly! I'm new here, but I absorb new shit voraciously so-! asdfhsjsksk tbh I've got like 4 other fics with this same exact trope open rn (in addition to a dozen more with different tropes hahaaaa) and I'm still reading through them bc I'm a Mess lmao, but feel free to hmu for more recs (of any trope type rly) in the future! I have,,, so many,,, and the list only grows,,,, :>

#tma #the magnus archives #magnuspod #jonmartin #tma fic rec #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #time travel tma fics #time travel fix it #time travel fic #fic rec #tma spoilers #prolly just bc of the very nature of these recs honestly #ask sketchy #long post #kinda yea lol bc idk how to shut up lol

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wingheadshellhead · 6 years ago

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endgame time

okay i figure i might as well post all my thoughts on the movie and get all of it out at once

the good shit (oh yes i loved iron man 5)

the tony and nebula interactions were so good. so soft. love that sweet validation of them being stuck for 3 weeks and getting along. TONY OFFERING HER THE BLUEBERRIES on their last day of oxygen and her pushing his hand away and tony immediately scarfing them all. tony thinking of a complete stranger’s needs before himself even as he’s dying. fucking good shit a+

when he stepped off the jet and it was STEVE who rushed immediately to catch him lmao my heart nearly leapt out of my chest. a beautiful cinematic stevetony moment.

“i lost the kid, i lost the kid” holy shit superfam........ SUPERFAM. how he looked so distraught and heartbroken like he knows he took a teenager up to space with him to fight the greatest villain the world has ever faced and he LOST him and the way it broke him saying it out loud as steve was holding onto him

the catharsis of tony having his big “I WAS RIGHT FUCK YOU” speech and then collapsing afterwards. SHIVERS. and it was fantastic seeing rdj physically weakened and looking like crap surviving for 3 weeks on the ship with zero supplies. WHEN HE TORE THE REACTOR OFF HIS CHEST AND SHOVED IT INTO STEVE’S HAND. “where were you when i needed you” “we’ll lose together. you said we’d do that together too, LIAR” (not a paraphrase) oh my gOD. fucking deserved. his righteousness, his betrayal, his hurt. so excellent. loved that for him. all the avengers watching him with mild concern but also resignation knowing he WAS right and they’d treated him like he was crazy two years ago for nearly losing his mind because he was so worried about the threat of impending invasion.

5 YEARS LATER. steve holding support group was such a great moment of continuity from him watching sam holding the veterans group (a first win for samsteve in the movie), i loved him still wanting to create a space for others to share their trauma and to talk. the painful irony of having a whole cap trilogy and 4 avengers movies and having so few scenes of steve actually talking about his trauma and instead having his experiences filtered through other people’s dialogue has been so fucking painful and endgame continued to screw him over (see below lmao) with this one but i thought this scene was still a nice touch.

really enjoyed natasha saying she’d found a family and a purpose in THEORY but it wasn’t backed up enough by the context. she was running point on what was left of the avengers essentially but it felt more work related than “oh we’re a FAMILY” which the avengers has never been as much as they might try to act like it for one line of dialogue that’s meant to be so meaningful

AVENGERS ENDGAME AS A TIME TRAVEL CAPER. holy fuck a literal au come to life. loved it. we got a whole stevetony going undercover in the 70s on a mission which was awesome. spy!steve and spy!tony shenanigans. the throwbacks to 2012 avengers and continuations of the scenes we saw in the movie were so so much fun.

america’s ass. god bless. tony thirsting after steve in every world in every universe in the multiverse.

“i missed that giddy optimism” he also missed that ass, apparently

they really fucking WENT there with the hail hydra but i thought it was a smart (if smug) wink to the audience of steve one upping the hydra guys and taking the scepter from them.

STEVE LIFTING MJOLNIR!!!! steve WIELDING mjolnir and doing the lightning thing. THAT’S MY BOY!!!!!!!!

being 90% sure that tony was going to die going into this movie i knew it was nails in the coffin the MOMENT we saw the 5 years later flashback and we were at this beautiful house and tony was married and playing with his kid. it seemed gratuitous, it seemed too good to be true. and it’s everything tony deserved and more. the domesticity, the beautiful simplicity and quietness of having a wife and a kid and being surrounded by so much love. I LOVE YOU 3000. i love you 3000. holy shit. you cannot tell me or anyone that tony isn’t the best dad in the whole damn universe. that kid was so loved, so adored. all along, all tony has wanted is a family. he just wants people to love him and people that he can love that will stay. and he got exactly that. he got five years of that and maybe it’s not enough but being a superhero it never is. i’m glad he got that 5 years.

RESCUE PEPPER was incredible. gwyneth got more screentime than i thought she would. seeing pepperony flying their suits in the sky was SUCH a trip ironfam really won this whole event.

tony being bitter and putting up a front when natasha, steve and scott came to visit him. it was so jarring watching steve seeing tony with the happy family and life he’d never been able to have, always an impossibility to him. steve jumping the gun with “is pepper pregnant” in cw. such a bittersweet moment. it’s one of those very classic comic moments in the multiverse where they have a wild au concept and they lull you into a false sense of security that everything is beautiful and perfect and happy until they have to ruin it all again and go be heroes. it was very that. except the happiness and love was all REAL and tony got to have it.

their conversation about how everything had worked out for him and how he had a family he couldn’t leave behind..... bro he really got me (and the avengers) there. do you really think THE tony stark could ever live happily ever after knowing half the world was dead? either he’s going to die trying to bring them back or he won’t be able to live with himself at all. the simulations were such a satisfying move. his conversation with pepper. her telling him he wouldn’t be able to rest. it was tony asking permission but also telling her that he was going to go and leave behind their life to do what he had to do. the subtext of that whole scene was really fantastically done.

PETER AND TONY. THE PHOTOGRAPH. HIM LINGERING ON THE PICTURE OF PETER LIKE OF FUCKING COURSE HE HASN’T HAD A MOMENTS REST NOT THINKING ABOUT HIM.

so anyway. tony invents time travel. we love a genius. he also invents an infinity gauntlet. incredible.

i was holding my breath the entire scene of tag when they were tossing the gauntlet back and forth mf wAITING for it to land near enough to tony. i knew it was coming but like,,, jesus christ part of me wasn’t sure when they had bruce do the snap. they skipped a lot of the technicalities of wielding the actual gauntlet (like not going mad from power and having the whole weight of the universe inside your head at your fingertips) probably to keep from weighing the story down but THAT would have been a brilliant touch to seeing tony finally getting the stones. and having them slot into place on his OWN GODDAMN ARMOUR. TONY STARK FUCKING DID THAT.

“i am inevitable.” “I AM IRON MAN”. literally the most iconic line of the entire marvel cinematic universe and tony gets to say it as the biggest fuck you the biggest villain they’ve ever faced. loved it.

so yeah the gamma rays taking tony, baseline human out, vs. bruce was a much less satisfying end than having it be the weight of the whole universe and the promise of madness and infinite power. but this is the ending tony deserved. we always knew that one or more of the OGs would die and it was tony and this is exactly the way this should have gone.

tony died saving the entire universe. he died sacrificing himself and HIS future with his family for the avengers and for the universe. the story of the mcu begins and ends with his sacrifice. he wouldn’t have had it any other way. to know that what he did, what he’ll be remembered for, is saving the universe. it validates all the selflessness and heroism and grace we’ve always known he has when it comes to being a hero. tony isn’t the hero that gives speeches and moves peple to action, he’s the hero that just DOES the thing that needs to be done. the one that will lay his life down on the line to let everyone else crawl over him because he wouldn’t be able to live knowing he hadn’t done more. him dying meant that he’d finally done enough. he finally gets to rest. and getting to die surrounded by the ironfam was such a beautiful touch. tony stark is unquestionably a hero. his legacy will always be one of sacrifice and heroism and creating the possibility of a better future. he has always, constantly, relentlessly been working to build a future he will never see that is better and stronger and more resilient than the present; it’s inherently a part of being a futurist that he will never get to see this world that he’s willingly given up everything for. and in the climax of the final battle, he gave up HIS future so that the rest of the universe could have one, and if that isnt the most tony stark thing i’ve ever heard idk what is.

the unsolvable problem of the avengers

how do you write the culmination to a grand universe of 22 movies with the avengers being the cornerstone of that massive cinematic vision when your avengers aren’t even really a team? what are we supposed to root for when none of them seem to visibly friends or even like each other except when they’re in pairs? what “TEAM” are they referring to?

the avengers from day 1 aren’t a team. they aren’t a family. there’s no sense of camraderie in any of the movies between them all as a unit.

we had ONE scene of teamwork in the movie where they were locating the stones and planning what to do with them. the shot of nat bruce and tony lying on the conference table was great, but unearned. why should we care when they haven’t shown us how these people care about each other outside of saving the world once every few years? we don’t watch superhero team-ups for the cool fight scenes we watch them because we want to see these heroes actually care about each other and the BOND between them that makes them a worthwhile team on AND off the battlefield.

there’s no sense that even strategically, they work well as a team. steve is the leader sure and tony provides the tech but apart from that? there’s no spark. there’s no connection between them that makes us thing oh shit, this could really work. they’re on the same wavelength. they’re going to try and do the impossible and it shouldn’t work but it just might because it’s them.

cannot emphasise this enough: not enough carol danvers. she was yeeted out of the movie after her intro and then came back for the final battle and that was it. she should’ve been THERE in the war room coming up with plans and going to the space destinations with the teams. it was ridiculous to have the future leader of the avengers and the legacy of the mcu not be front and center with the (non-existent) team dynamic. it fucking bewilders me that CM could write and develop a fury + carol friendship better than her dynamic with ANY of the avengers, her future friends and teammates.

so, the avengers aren’t really friends. they’re coworkers who occasionally put up with each other to save the world and that’s fucking depressing and arguably why all the avengers but tony were so badly fucked over in the character development and ending of endgame.

the bad shit (full circle rip)

thor and bruce were treated like comedic relief for too much of the movie. i wasn’t expecting bruce to have much of a storyline because he never does but his conflict was solved with a handwave explanation in the beginning “oh i have the best of both worlds now, i’m both banner AND hulk the brain and the brawns”. was such a bizarre fucking feeling. and the insinuation that he’d just been chilling in the 5 years post snap with his new updated hipster wardrobe taking pictures with fans??? what the fuck? what kind of storyline is THAT? he should’ve been WITH natasha helping her deal with the fallout of the snap and working with the remainders of the team. what the fuck.

thor was done EVEN dirtier in this respect. it’s as if all the ugly stans that hated and mocked tony’s im3 ptsd storyline decided to put their messy caricature of him into a character arc. hemsworth pulled it off, to his credit and comedic delivery, but it wasn’t a story fitting of the mighty thor. there IS a way of writing thor going through trauma, trying to process the loss of his entire world and family and people, without reducing him to an absolute farce. imagine a thor, treated with gravitas and respect, lost and kingdomless and peopleless wandering the world, a recluse and a hermit, like the better side of the coin to hawkeye, but being called back to heroism because he couldn’t stand by and do nothing. idk if its the taika effect or just the massive turn that the thor trilogy took but i think the overt humour was the wrong way to go with thor and it made his entire storyline seem regressive and like they were laughing at him more than they were laughing with him. i would’ve accepted taking a leaf out of dc’s book (i.e. diana and arthur in JL) if they had to go down this path with thor’s story, of having him retreat from the trauma and grief of what he’d lost. because his pain was understandable, you could very clearly sympathise with what he’d been through but they turned his pathos into bathos and let his storyline play out in jokes instead of being the noble warrior and hero finding the strength to believe in people and have hope and fight for the world again. endgame really made a mockery out of thor’s legacy and not knowing if there’ll be another thor movie............... god he deserved better.

clint?? we don’t speak of mcu clint but idk. i gUeSs the russos achieved what they thought they wanted to achieve with ultimates clint going full rogue and becoming a lawless deadpool but without the jokes. (ugh 616 clint... you will always be the only clint ever.) of all the characters that SHOULD have a lighthearted ironic storyline, it’s CLINT BARTON. he semi redeemed himself by wanting to die instead of natasha??? thereby absolving him? idk whatever lets not think too hard about mcu clint.

i think most of fandom has long given up on mcu natasha so it’s less an issue of “this isn’t the natasha we deserve” and “well how badly can they fuck this up”. i think natasha’s development was well-handled and it was a Relief to have her final moment be between her and clint, purely driven by platonic love and all the shit they’ve stood by each other through. i don’t know that she needed to die, clint easily could’ve fallen instead of her lmao. but her being prepared to die for the fate of the world has been a theme since aou and i was glad it played out her seeing the necessity and pragmatism of sacrifice. i liked how she said “you think i want to do this?” because of course she doesn’t, ofc natasha romanova who’s lived through the rise and fall of empires and died so many deaths, wants to live. but she’s also a hero, and she’s spent so many years working to be a better person (when she said the avengers made her better g o d loved that line) and she knew what she had to do. idk that this was a fitting end for her but i thought her character development was well done (even if the team itself is a shallow non-existent “family”) and her sacrifice, alongside tony’s saved the universe.

ok don’t let the shortness of these points belie how much they annoyed me but CAROL deserved more screentime RHODEY deserved more screentime. SAM AND BUCKY deserved more. for characters that are so charismatic and bring so much life and dynamism to the avengers it was a fucking shame that they didn’t make the most of them. carol and rhodey especially. the lack of carolrhodey air force interactions and tonyrhodey was offensive.

sam getting the shield and the little moment of passing the shield was amazing but At What Cost

so..................... steve. oh boy. oh fuck here we go. the mcu has never known what the fuck to do with steve and i have written countless answers and thinkpieces and meta posts about it. the most heartbreaking part of steve’s story is that the avengers is literally his life. it’s tony’s life. and it is to many other avengers but all of them have always had something else to fall back on. steve has always only had the avengers, or the army or SHIELD or whatever affiliation he’s currently part of. his purpose and his drive is part of the team and whatever Thing he’s part of that he can throw himself into and embody. not having the avengers be a fully functioning team and misfit found family really handicapped his entire storyline and possible development. you could argue that steve found a family with the capfam but it’s really having a Team of people to lead and befriend and become family with that’s integral to steve’s character. his story as steve rogers, not captain america, is about finding a home and a family in the 21st century. making peace with what he’s lost in the past so he can live in the present and fight for the people of the present and future.

it’s ironic and tragic and an absolute abomination for steve’s plot to literally be about regression. as if nothing has changed. he hasn’t learned anything from tws he hasn’t moved on, he hasn’t been able to let go “but not us” (AND WHY THE FUCK NOT RUSSOS?) he hasn’t been able to grow or make peace or find catharsis. he was SUPPOSED to, burying peggy, letting go of her. getting bucky back. but the setup of the mcu and the failure of the avengers as a team and family has actively kept steve from being able to ground himself in the present. the mcu ripped sharon carter right out of their universe so she never stood a chance. bucky had to go back under ice. natasha was running point with the 5 years later vengers. so in the end capfam is just???? sam and steve? his only support system is two and a half people?? it fucking breaks my heart. steve DESERVED a family. steve DESERVED a home. and even if mcu wasn’t going to let that be all tony stark-related there should’ve been SOMETHING.

of all the endings they could’ve pulled out of their asses

of all the fucking endings

this shit was straight out of the comics

straight out of the bad place darkest timeline scenarios

the ramifications of it all. hydra? bucky? sharon? homewrecking peggy’s own family and happily lived life just to get them back together? steve willing to risk it all for a dance and a woman he knew for a few months over the friends he’d spent nearly a decade with? we’re supposed to believe THAT’S steve rogers???????????

a literal fucking mess.

captain america as we know him in mcu ends with tws thats it

also, my expectations for stevetony was 0 but we got more than i thought we would. there was no development in terms of their actual relationship but as the filthy stevetony shipper i am happy with the cheap meal we got. there should’ve been a conversation between them about what happened, about what went down, something to tie together the avengers and the “trust” they wanted to establish between them. something like tony keeping the phone with him all this time. a little comic parallel “we still friends?” “never stopped”. just. Something. we needed more than “you trust me” “i do” in the time crunch of a mission. it was unearned. idk how this conversation would go, literally there are a hundred choices that i’m sure we’ll see play out in fic but one final big conversation between the two cornerstones of the mcu involving heroism, sacrifice, where they stand as heroes, how they see each other, who they are to each other. something like tony and steve always, at the end of everything, at the heart of who they are, seeing through each other’s masks and facades and personas and SEEING who the other person is. a tiny mcu nod to “you gave me a home” that ties the past and present and future together. tony believing in steve. steve believing in tony. i could’ve forgiven mcu all it’s other stevetony sins if we just had that.

just spitballing but – tony: you know, i never wanted to be a part of this thing. the super secret boyband. it was never supposed to be me. steve: we made it work though. for the most part. until we didn’t. tony: even when it looked like there was no way of ever getting the band back together a part of me still believed you. gullible of me, i know. but i wanted to think that if there ever came a time when we had to make one last stand, as avengers, we’d do it together. like it was always meant to be. steve: i know. tony, i – tony: i should’ve called. steve: it’s a two-way line. i could’ve, too. tony: that’s how it always seems to be with us, huh? shoulda woulda coulda. always just missing the mark. always just out of reach. steve: i’ve thought about it a lot. about what i would’ve done differently. what i would’ve said. tony: that’s why you need me, cap. i mean, hell, it doesn’t have to be me but we all need someone to tell us to get over ourselves sometimes. to stop beating yourself over the head with your own mistakes. steve: [laughs] that’s rich, coming from you. tony: maybe. but i’m a firm believer in second chances. steve: you think that’s what this could be? a second chance? tony: i know it. futurist, remember? i’ve seen it all happen. steve: oh, good. we could use one of those. maybe you could tell us if we survive tomorrow and save everyone. tony: we will. because things are different this time. steve: this time? tony: the way it should’ve been. you and me and everyone else. together. we can win. steve: now who’s the one with the giddy optimism? tony: i prefer to call it hopeful pragmatism. after all, i’ve run enough simulations. steve: i do, tony. i trust you. tony: well, we’re betting the future of 5 billion lives on this. steve: i know. and there’s no one i’d trust more to do it.

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