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hello everyone!!! no I am not dead, I’m actually working on coming BACK but before that I just wanted to say I’m working on a little study for college (for my cultural studies in cinema class) (very specific I know).

I want to explore how fans appropriate Marvel superhero characters in fanfiction, particularly by creating non-canon same-sex relationships (especially between male characters, since that’s more common in the fandom).

It’s fascinating how certain pairings—like Stucky (Steve/Bucky), Stony (Steve/Tony), or Cherik (Charles/Erik)—gain so much traction despite never being made explicit in the films. These characters often have strong chemistry, but their relationships are confined to deep friendship or almost familial bonds. Meanwhile, the movies emphasize hypermasculinity, heterosexual relationships, and sometimes erase elements from the original comics that hinted at queerness, non-heterosexual relationships, or gender-coded traits.

I want to analyze how fan interpretations challenge or expand what the films present. I’m also planning to look at data from fanfiction platforms (like AO3, Wattpad, Tumblr) and even interviews where actors acknowledge these ships.

Does this sound like an interesting topic to you? If you read/write fanfiction, what draws you to these kinds of ships? I’d love to hear your thoughts!

share and reblog if you want!! thank you!!

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Charity Gala

Pietro Maximoff x reader

TW : language, and some dirty talk i guess ?

The Avengers Tower was buzzing with activity as the final preparations for Tony Stark's charity gala fell into place. The event, dedicated to funding cutting-edge prosthetic technology for veterans, promised to be the highlight of the year. Tony spared no expense-as usual-transforming the tower into a glittering beacon of innovation and elegance.

Y/N stood in front of her bedroom mirror, slipping into a sleek, floor-length gown that Tony himself had commissioned. The deep emerald fabric shimmered under the soft light, complementing her eyes and the quiet confidence she inherited from her father. As she adjusted the delicate bracelet on her wrist—a gift from her mother Pepper—there was a rapid knock on the door.

“Come in,” she called.

Pietro clad in a crisp suit, stepped inside, looking every bit as uncomfortable as she’d expected. His silver hair was tousled, as though he’d run his hands through it repeatedly in frustration, and he tugged at the tie around his neck.

“Why do people wear these?” Pietro grumbled, gesturing to his outfit. “It’s like a straitjacket.”

Y/N turned, taking in the sight of him with an amused smile. “You clean up well, Maximoff. Who knew you had it in you?”

He rolled his eyes, but the faint blush on his cheeks didn’t escape her notice. “You look... nice,” he added awkwardly, his Sokovian accent softening the words.

“Nice?” she teased, stepping closer. “I think I deserve better than ‘nice.’”

Pietro’s lips curved into a grin as he met her gaze. “You look stunning,” he admitted, his voice low. He then use his thumb to lift her chin, and kiss her as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

“Much better,” she quipped, grabbing her clutch. “Now, let’s go before my dad sends a search party.”

***

The elevator doors opened to reveal the grand ballroom of Avengers Tower, a breathtaking space transformed into an opulent celebration of innovation and generosity. A canopy of shimmering lights hung from the ceiling, mimicking a star-filled night sky. Stark’s signature flair was everywhere—from the holographic displays showcasing Stark Industries’ latest prosthetic models to the sleek bar, stocked with drinks served by bartenders in tailored suits.

As Y/N stepped into the room, all eyes turned to her. The gown, her effortless confidence, and the way she carried herself made her the embodiment of Stark charm and sophistication. Pietro were at her side, his body tensing uncomfortably as he felt like a fish out of water. Y/N kind of fell it, she knew it was not the type of thing that Pietro was cool with. And it's why she's so grateful, because he made an effort for her.

“You can relax. I'm with you, and I'm not going to leave you alone” she whispered softly, low enough for only him to hear. His body relaxed, and even if he'd like to be anywhere but here, he knew this was important to Y/N. And he love her.

“Ah, there’s my precious girl!” Tony’s voice boomed from across the room. He strode toward them, dressed in a sharp black tuxedo that was custom-made, no doubt. His grin widened as he caught sight of Y/N’s companion. “And you brought a date! Didn’t know Speedy here owned a suit.”

“First time for everything,” Pietro replied with a smirk.

“You should be thanking me, dad.” She added. “I’m single-handedly increasing the elegance factor of this room.”

Tony chuckled, but his eyes darted to Pietro, scrutinizing him. “Well, don’t think I won’t interrogate you later,” he said lightly, though his tone carried a hint of warning.

“Looking forward to it,” Pietro replied, matching Tony’s gaze with surprising ease.

“Behave,” Y/N said, shooting Tony a pointed look before linking her arm through Pietro’s and guiding him away.

The evening unfolded in a whirlwind of introductions and conversations. Guests ranged from political figures to celebrities and military leaders. As Y/N navigated the crowd, Pietro stayed by her side, watching with quiet admiration as she worked her magic.

“Miss Stark,” a senator greeted her warmly. “I have to say, this initiative is truly remarkable. Your father must be proud to have you carrying the torch.”

Y/N smiled, her response both gracious and sharp. “Thank you, Senator. My father laid the foundation, but it’s a team effort. We wouldn’t be here without everyone’s collaboration—including the veterans who inspired this project.”

As the senator walked away, Pietro leaned in. “Do you always talk like you’re in a political drama?”

“Only when I’m trying to impress people,” she whispered back, nudging him with her elbow.

A familiar voice interrupted them. “Hey, Y/N! Nice dress.” It was Natasha, dressed in a sleek black gown that was simple yet stunning. Beside her was Steve, who looked as though he’d stepped out of a fashion magazine in his classic tuxedo.

“Thanks, Nat. You’re not looking so bad yourself,” Y/N replied, exchanging a quick hug with the spy.

Sam, who just joined them, grin at Pietro. “Didn’t think I’d see you in anything other than running gear, Maximoff.”

“You and me both, birdy.” Pietro quipped, earning a laugh from the group.

Steve extended a hand to Pietro, his expression polite but assessing. “It’s good to see you here.”

“Likewise, Captain,” Pietro said, shaking his hand firmly.

Natasha gave Y/N a knowing look as the conversation shifted to light banter. “You two make an adorable couple,” she mouthed silently, earning an exaggerated eye roll from Y/N.

As the night progressed, Y/N and Pietro found themselves on the dance floor again. The music shifted between lively jazz and modern hits, creating a dynamic energy in the room. Tony, ever the showman, took the stage at one point to give a heartfelt speech about the importance of the prosthetics initiative. Y/N felt a swell of pride watching her father speak, his charisma lighting up the room.

“I see where you get it from,” Pietro said, leaning close.

“What, my dad’s flair for dramatics?”

“No,” he said, his voice softer. “Your ability to make everyone believe in you.”

Y/N glanced at him, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. For a moment, the chaos of the gala faded, leaving just the two of them in their own little bubble.

“I think you’re starting to enjoy yourself,” she notices, deflecting the sudden wave of emotion.

“Maybe,” Pietro admitted with a grin. “But only because of you.”

Tony finally finish his speech, the crowd cheering him. The music then shifted to a slower tempo as couple starts to dance in the center of the reception.

“May I have this dance, Miss ?” Pietro face to Y/N, offering her his hand.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then placed her hand in his, smiling “With pleasure, sir.”

As they moved to the soft rhythm, the world around them seemed to fade, leaving just the two of them under the glittering chandelier.

“I want to thank you for being here with me, I know it’s not the place you love the most.”

Pietro’s gaze softened, and right now, he realized how important she was to him.

“I know it’s important for you. And I fucking love you Y/N, so much that it’s killing me.” Y/N smiles then lean in and kissing him, the world suddenly feels like stopping.

“I love you too Pietro. And I have to admit, you’re full of surprises tonight” she murmured.

Pietro leaned in, his voice a quiet murmur in her ear. “And the night’s not over yet. If you know how much I want to rip this dress out of you. I want to eat you, and fuck you until you can't take it anymore.”

Hundreds of shivers ran down Y/N's spine, her cheeks turning red and this sudden urge to cut the gala short. “Is that a promess, Mister Maximoff ?” She tease with confidence.

“Trust me, it's more than that princess.”

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If you didn’t know how much I love Aaron Taylor Johnson, now you know it. I hope he’s my husband in an another life, who knows, multiverse is real after all, right ?

Anyway, I've been thinking about doing a full story with this ship, maybe not Y/N like Tony's daughter, but Doctor Strange's niece (it was a story that I starts on wattpad years ago but she never see the light). Sooo tell me if you'd like me to do it !

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MASTERLIST

Welcome in my little delulu world !🎀

(Thanks to my amazing friend béné (benispunk), now I’m obsessed).

Writing is like a part of me (and making delulu scenarios with fictional characters too ofc). Sooo, I truly hope you’re gonna enjoy it as much as I do, and if you have request about a specific story or anything, let me know<3

NB : English is not my native language so i’m sorry if there is some mistakes :)

MARVEL

Pietro Maximoff

Charity Gala

TOP GUN

Pool duet

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Pool duel

Hi ! Sooo it's my very first time on this app, and also maybe one of my first draft in full english. It's not my native language so if there's some mistakes or syntax inconsistencies, I'm sorry for it. Be free to give me advice or even ideas of what you would like to read !

Enjoy <3

Pov : Y/N and her teammates decompress at The hard Deck's bar after an intense training session in the air. They were in a pair, and as usual, Hangman wanted to show off during the exercise, leaving Y/N and Payback in the lurch.

Rooster x Reader

The Hard Deck was alive with the buzz of laughter and chatter, the jukebox belting out classic rock tunes that mingled with the clinking of glasses. Y/N leaned against the bar, her arms crossed as she sipped her beer, trying to ignore the ever-present voice of Hangman echoing through the room. Phoenix stood beside her, tossing a peanut into her mouth and rolling her eyes at Hangman’s antics.

“I swear, he’s got a special talent for making everything about himself,” Phoenix muttered, loud enough for Y/N to hear but not so loud that Hangman could catch it.

Y/N smirked. “You’d think he’d be tired after pulling all those stunts during training. But no, he’s just warming up.”

Across the bar, Hangman was holding court, his grin as wide as his ego. “I’m just saying, if you’re gonna keep up with me, you’ve gotta think faster. That’s what flying’s all about—quick decisions, sharp instincts. Right, Payback?”

Payback rolled his eyes but kept his cool, leaning back in his chair. “Whatever you say, Hangman.”

“Whatever I say is right,” Hangman quipped, flashing a cocky smile at Y/N. “Isn’t that right, Y/N? You and Payback barely made it out of that last exercise without my help.”

Y/N’s jaw tightened, but she kept her composure. “Maybe next time you can focus less on showing off and more on teamwork, Bagman” she shot back, earning a chuckle from Phoenix.

Hangman’s grin widened. “Teamwork’s great and all, but let’s be real—it’s about who’s got the skill to stand out. Speaking of skills, how about a little pool? Unless you’re afraid to lose again.”

Phoenix nudged Y/N. “Go for it. Wipe that smirk off his face.”

Rooster, sitting nearby with a drink in hand, gave Y/N an encouraging nod. “You’ve got this, sweetheart.”

Y/N set her drink down and strolled to the pool table, picking up a cue with an air of nonchalance. “Alright, Hangman. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

***

The game started, and Y/N deliberately missed her shots, her expression carefully neutral. Hangman’s confidence grew with every ball he sunk, his taunts growing bolder.

“Come on, Y/N. I thought you’d at least make this interesting,” he said, leaning on his cue with a smug grin.

Y/N’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Oh, don’t worry. I will.”

The room seemed to pause as Y/N straightened up and lined up her next shot. With precise, practiced movements, she began clearing the table, one ball after another finding his mark. Hangman’s grin faltered, then disappeared entirely as Y/N sank the final ball with a flourish.

The bar erupted in cheers and applause. Phoenix whooped, her and Y/N high-fiving. “That’s my girl!”

Rooster was on his feet, a proud smile lighting up his face. “You never cease to amaze me, sweetheart.” Rooster then kisses Y/N, to the whistling and applause of the bar crowd.

Hangman’s expression was a mix of disbelief and irritation as he tried to recover. “Alright, alright. Guess you had it in you after all.” Y/N handed him the cue with a sly smile. “Guess you’ll think twice before underestimating me again.”

The rest of the team laughed, their camaraderie filling the bar as Hangman’s ego took a well-deserved hit. Y/N take a sip of her beer, her spirits lifted by the victory and the pride in his eyes. For tonight, the Hard Deck was theirs, and she was exactly where she belonged.

***

Later that night, Y/N is sitting at the bar, alone, watching the bar continue to come alive. Rooster approaches her and leaned in close , his voice low and warm. “That was incredible. I’ve seen you fly, but seeing you hustle him like that? I’m impressed.”

Y/N chuckled, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Wait. Is that means you're not impressed when I fly ?"

“That's not what I'm saying.”

She laugh “It’s all about strategy. Let him think he’s got the upper hand, then strike.”

He grinned, brushing a strand of hair from her face “Remind me to never play pool against you.”

“Oh, come on,” she teased, nudging him lightly. “I’d go easy on you. Maybe.”

“Maybe?” he echoed, leaning closer. “You’re dangerous, Y/N.”

“And you like it,” she shot back with a playful glint in her eye.

Rooster's grin turned mischievous, his voice dropping even lower. “Oh, I do. Especially when you’re bossy. Maybe you could show me how you handle a stick later—might learn to you a thing or two tonight.”

Y/N felt her cheeks heat, but she refused to back down, narrowing her eyes at him with a smirk. “Careful, Bradshaw. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Rooster chuckled, the sound melting into the lively atmosphere of the bar. Later that night, Rooster kept his promise...