#i don't even think tony is gay i just think he deserved to question it a bit more

[nativehueofresolution]

my disappointment this went in an incest direction instead of a gay one is immeasurable

[instarsandcrime]

what fun words or slang do you hc for our hotel gang? 😊

(Like Husk using "chucklefucks" unironically for example 🤣)

Oh gosh, that's a good question! Let me go down the list here for as many as I can think of...

Char/lie:

-In the beginning of Va/ggie's fall, she was probably very in love and very awkward while she tended to Va/ggie's wounds. And as a fellow bisexual, would definitely throw finger guns and go "Hey...y-you?" before backing out and leaving. This has happened several times. The gay panic was probably too strong for her.

Va/ggie:

-For Char/lie I literally cannot think of anything except every Salvadoran nickname under the sun. I'm not even going to list them. Just think of any one of them and you've got it.

-Similar to Al/as/tor, but instead of terms of endearment it's terms of insults™

Al/as/tor:

-Purposefully calls Hu/sk names that put him down. In Loser, Baby there are a lot of insulting labels thrown his way, and I think after some time Al/as/tor did call him enough of those that purposefully also echoed other people to get under his skin a little more. Maybe some of those were Al/as/tor originals...

-Char/lie's are much more pleasant, but he especially likes to sneak in ma fée (my fairy, normally used for your child) as far away from everyone else as possible, and as close to Lu/ci/fer as possible knowing he's centuries old and knows what that means 10,000%. And as far away from everyone else because unfortunately, a small unfortunate part of him really does mean it.

Lu/ci/fer:

-Just. Just so many cheesy nicknames. He was once an angel, and angels are definitely sappy guys. 'Char Char', 'Stardust', 'Sweetie', 'Dear', 'Kiddo', 'My little girl', etc. Similar to Li/li/th! 'Lily', 'Darling', 'Love of my life', etc.

-Contrary to popular belief, Al/as/tor does in fact get a nickname. 'Him'. Everything else is just an insult so they don't count.

-I really enjoyed your fic Watch My Back and him calling Niff/ty 'little one'. I am sticking with that headcanon no matter what.

-Va/ggie gets extreme deja vu when Lu/ci/fer has trouble talking to her at first, knowing she's a big part of his daughter's life. So despite being straight(????) and not knowing our rich bi history, and without knowing Char/lie has done this, throws finger guns in the exact same way and goes "Hey...y-you?" before backing out and leaving. It's only happened once but Va/ggie definitely still remembers it.

Hu/sk:

-Oh An/gel Du/st. There are just. So many nicknames. I definitely agree with 'Chucklefucks' for everyone generally. Specifically, An/gel is much, much different and more personal compared to everyone else. He'd probably alternate between 'kid', 'loser', 'cher'-- in which he picked up Louisiana slang from Al/as/stor and will get away with it because he knows An/gel Du/st will never look up what it means (term of endearment for loved one)-- 'Ange', and probably when he learns his real name, 'Tony'.

-Calls Niff/ty 'the menace' or 'little menace' for obvious reasons.

An/gel Du/st:

-Calls himself 'gal' and 'dame' a lot. Fuck gender roles honestly, he's all for being called what he's rightfully deserved.

-He tends to share the 'loser' nickname with Hu/sk. But he does have others-- 'baby', 'sweetheart', and 'tesoro'. (treasure/darling). Which is unfortunate because he knows Hu/sk will look it up and get incredibly flustered every time it's used. NO ONE knows what this word means except Hu/sk and has no idea why he fled the room. At one point Pen/tious considers it a threat from secondhand observation.

-Leans a lot towards 'babydoll' and 'cutie' for Char/lie because he definitely sees her as a cute, shining ball of energy (and respects it, probably, considering where the show is going with him and redemption)

[lythea-creation]

Great Timing - Natasha Romanoff x fem reader (Chapter 4)

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

warnings: violence, verbal sexual harassment, abuse mentioned, angst

word count: 1.798

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Natasha's PoV

“I would have never bet that you could act like that and truly mean it”, Steve stated.

“Watch what you say, Rogers”, I warned him.

“You don't know her as well as I do”, Clint noted with a grin.

I placed the video tape in the player and turned the TV on.

Everyone was settling on the couch as they were curious and I did not see the need to stop them.

It took me a while to find the right time starting with the ringing of the door bell.

We watched (f/n) locking Layla in the bed room and hiding the key.

“Your apartment looks comfortable”, Steve commented surprised.

I stopped the video. “What did you expect? (f/n) decorated it. She was already mad that I didn't allow her to place any photos of us outside of our bedroom in case anyone could see it. But now it doesn't matter anymore. She was never out of danger anyway.”

I pushed the play button.

Anger rose inside me when I spotted Joe at the front door.

My whole body was tense expecting him to hurt (f/n) any moment. But actually he was sickeningly nice in the beginning.

(f/n) did a great job at lying to him. Most people would have believed her.

Dread filled my body when Joe's behavior changed.

But the worst about it was seeing (f/n) in such a position without being able to help her.

When Joe showed her the photos I was shocked. He had followed them for days and none of us had known.

Maybe I could have prevented all of this after all if I had just stayed with them instead of going to work. I would have noticed his presence.

It got worse when he called (f/n) sweetheart.

“You don't want me to hurt you, do you?”, he questioned.

In my head I begged (f/n) to get out of the way, although I knew it would not happen.

I could feel Clint's worried eyes on me.

I took in a sharp breath when Joe punched her in the face with so much force that it made her fall to the ground.

The impact it had had on her was clearly visible. Despite the shaking she stood back up and pulled one of the moves on him I had showed her, kicking him in the balls.

A proud grin sneaked itself onto my face.

“I'm not letting you to her. Not after I saw what you did to her”, (f/n) announced.

“You have no idea what you're talking about”, Joe growled.

“I don't? I saw the bruises, how she flinched whenever I moved too suddenly. There's no excuse for abusing another person, especially the one you claim to love”, she shot back.

“So what? She deserved it. I was just teaching her how to be a proper girlfriend. She should be grateful”, he hissed.

“What an asshole”, Sam exclaimed furiously.

“You hurt her because you're insecure. You hurt me because you can't stand it that I'm daring to deny your wishes. You're just an arrogant, insecure, pathetic abuser”, (f/n) insulted Joe.

Tony pushed the pause button. “(f/n)'s really feisty and brave.”

All words were stuck in my throat as I was fearing what was about to come. It was already over. (f/n) was safe now. And yet it almost made me go crazy.

I snatched the remote out of his hand and turned the video back on to Joe beating (f/n) up.

Even in the video I could hear the cracking of her ribs.

My nails were digging into my palms as I was desperately trying to compose myself as much as possible. Usually I was great at hiding my emotions. This time this was the best I could do. It was affecting me too much.

“You're so full of yourself. Did you seriously think you could stand a chance in a fight against me? Your looks don't help you with that, sweetheart.”

His cocky grin was pissing me off.

“Stop calling me that”, she growled lowly.

“Oh, come on. You're hot and feisty. That's a real turn on. Of course I had to keep my girlfriend away from your tempting gay body.”

My blood felt like it was boiling at this point.

I just hoped he had not harassed her sexually in any way considering his words. Because then I would have to kill him and he would not be suffering in jail for the rest of his life.

“Layla is straight and I have a girlfriend”, (f/n) spat out.

“I bet your girlfriend is hot as well. The thought of a threesome with Layla and you was great enough but she could always join us.”

The urge to throw up overpowered me at the mere imagination of that.

“Layla and I already had to keep her from going after you for hurting Layla. What do you think would she do to you if she had heard what you just said?”, (f/n) alluded.

“So she's the dominant type? I bet you two have a lot of fun ...”

“And I bet you can't get anyone to touch you at all and that's why you need to threaten and hurt Layla into doing it.”

Her scream echoed through the apartment as he dislocated her shoulder. It sent shivers down my spine.

This was the second time I had heard this scream, but it was just as bad as the first time.

“You should choose your words more wisely”, Joe suggested while enveloping her throat in a tight grip.

“You will regret mocking me”, he threatened before sinking to the ground with a blood curdling scream.

It had taken so long until I had finally arrived.

I stopped the video.

My palm was bleeding slightly thanks to my nails.

The atmosphere was more than tense. Nobody dared to move or utter a word. They were waiting for my reaction.

“He would have deserved much more than just a broken arm”, Steve broke the long silence.

“Yeah. I kinda regret handing him over to the police now”, Tony agreed.

For the first time I actually imagined Layla in (f/n)'s position. How long had she suffered under this sorry excuse of a man before searching for help?

I had been skeptical when she had showed up at our apartment after everything she had done to (f/n). But I could understand how scared she must have been of her boyfriend now. How could anyone treat a loved one like that?

(f/n) and I had had our arguments as well. Some of them had gotten pretty heated as we could both be way too stubborn at times.

But no matter how angry I had been I could have never even considered hurting her intentionally. I was still feeling guilty for one particular fight where I had made her cry.

My mind wandered back to the nights where (f/n) had gotten up several times a night to comfort Layla after her nightmares. I had been annoyed and jealous. In my opinion Layla had not deserved (f/n)'s kindness at the time.

Now my perspective was completely different. I was feeling almost stupid for being so inconsiderate, although I had never complained.

(f/n) had been patient and understanding right away … with Layla AND me at the same time.

I should have supported her more.

Without thinking I stood up and hurried toward the elevator.

Clint was calling out for me to wait, but it sounded like a background noise.

I had to see (f/n) to reassure me that she was safe and sound.

When the doors of the elevator started to close, Clint quickly slid inside and pushed a button to stop it from moving after a few seconds.

“What are you doing?”, I snapped at him.

My inner turmoil was overwhelming. Seeing (f/n) suffer in that video without being able to do anything about it had given me the rest.

Clint had known that. He would have stopped me if he had not known me so well. I was sure about that.

“Tasha. I get that you're upset. I would feel the same way if it had been Laura. But what are you planning to do? Burst into Layla's room, break into a most likely vulnerable, fragile atmosphere and upset Layla and (f/n) even more? Don't you think they've been through enough tonight?”, Clint pointed out.

My heart felt like it was sinking. He was right. I had only thought about myself.

“You're not used to these strong feelings, Tasha. It's not your fault for acting so impulsively. I'm glad that you found someone you love and trust so much. And I don't really know (f/n). But all I've seen of her so far is helping others without any regard for herself. She's probably feeling scared, weak and helpless. That's not what we're seeing though. She was joking around us. Now she's taking care of Layla. What did she say to you since the incident with Joe?”, Clint inquired.

“That she was tired but wanted to be there for Layla”, I recalled.

It was strange to be guided through this by my best friend. Years of training to put every puzzle piece together had been erased by my chaotic emotions.

Clint nodded. “Anything else before that?”

“We had a fight in the car. She forgives me too easily … she reassured me. God! She told me she knew how it felt to be scared. But she was so strong. I didn't even realize how awful she must have felt emotionally.”

“I bet Wanda will try to talk to her. She's great with words, especially when it comes to emotions. If (f/n) gives her a chance, Wanda will probably be able to help her in some way at least”, he assumed.

“But I wanna be the one to help her”, I protested.

“I know you do … and you will. But you two share a deep bond. It will be tough for both of you. I think you two should rest before dealing with it. Otherwise it will be draining instead of helping.”

“When did you become so wise?”, I teased him.

“I have three kids and am barely home. I had to learn a lot to deal with them … and Laura.”

The elevator began to fill with laughter.

Clint was probably right. Although it was hard and painful I had to give up on control to a certain amount. That was just what (f/n) and I had argued about. I had to trust her to come to me when she needed me.

Next Chapter

[quinnfebrey]

im kinda curious why it is you don't like ivan? i like him but i almost feel weird about it? and i can't quite put my finger on why. i feel similarly with kirin, actually, although i do have a better idea of why i feel that way about him. i didn't feel that way about any of the girls last season, even ones who did some pretty questionable stuff. anyway, maybe hearing your feelings on ivan will help me understand mine?

i think he deserves a lot better from the writers so let me just preface that, but here’s what really turned me off of him:

- he seemed super oblivious to the comfortability of his boyfriend, like when he tried to video them together or when he posted that selfie on social media without asking

- he appeared really disrespectful to his boyfriend’s interests, on his phone while walking through the gallery except to make snide comments about the other art. it’s not that he has to force himself to be interested in something he’s not, but you don’t have to actively be rude

- the writers never gave him any moments of emotional vulnerability. we know that they also painted fatin, toni, and rachel as quick tempered and emotionally closed off, but we also got vulnerable scenes from both of them that we never got from ivan, and we also never got a clear story about WHY he ended up like that (yes, they mentioned something about being gay and black, and maybe this is my ignorance speaking, but i was looking for something a lot more specific to HIM, like how rachel was conditioned into an ed/obsessive thinking, how toni’s upbringing hardened her, how fatin’s parents never taught her vulnerability, etc)

i just wanted a lot more and i didn’t get it. the writers threw together a shallow, self centered, closed off, 2 dimensional character, then hoped that his identity as a black and gay man without actually exploring it would fill in the blanks. once again, i think it comes down to needing more poc (specifically black considering they have FOUR black leads) and lgbt writers at the foreground of the writer’s room

[the-faultofdaedalus]

🖊🍰💋 (for the last, tell me about ANYTHING. ur cool-ass a/b/o, parasitic hanahaki, remortal, anything goes. i love ur brain and what it comes up with)

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

once again bc im thinking abt remortal au i will put smth here from remortal au. have some BDE on tony's part from the second draft of the thanos confrontation.

“Well then,” Tony said, pasted a smile on his face, “shall we begin?”

“Lets.” Thanos said, took a huge step towards Tony, and drew his massive sword. He wasn’t using the gauntlet, not yet, and that was expected. Thanos would start out with things he could use that wouldn’t also risk killing him. At least, at first.

Tony didn’t flinch. Didn’t take a step back, and his heart was pounding out of his chest, and he hoped, hoped to whatever gods were listening, that this would work. He didn’t flinch, even when the tip of Thanos’s sword rested against his chest, just below the arc reactor, pushing with just enough force that Tony felt it break skin.

Tony didn’t break eye contact. “What’re you waiting for, then?” He said, making his voice a challenge. Come get some, motherfucker, he thought, “I don’t have all day.”

Thanos sneered, like he thought a show of teeth would be enough to make Tony fear him.

Tony didn’t drop eye contact, even as Thanos pushed harder, the blade digging in just a little bit more. Oh, you’re gonna draw this out, Tony thought, you sadistic fucker. You want me to die slow.

Tony bared his teeth around the pain, and decided that he did not have time to wait for this death.

He had his hands around the blade of the sword and was pushing himself forwards into it and the last thing he saw before the sword angled up enough to hit his heart was Thanos’s eyes going wide.

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

without question either thrust issues or the star trek au from sineala. absolutely amazing 10/10 would recommend.

💋 [Freeform - what is something you want to know about one of poster’s fics?]

WELL SINCE THE LAST ASK GOT ME THINKING ABT REMORTAL: its getting real batshit and its gr8. the outline is at like 11k now and its not even like, close to done. (the outline. not the actual fic. oh jesus not the actual fic). i've started rewriting the bits i already wrote because a) i need to put all the italics back anyways (don't ask..... just don't) and b) why not make it better while i'm at it. and theres one part i can share of the outline that is unfortunately no longer canon and it was my FAVORITE part so its still There just crossed out. originally, ultron was gonna happen and he was gonna get defeated but like. hes still SAPIENT and now unfortunately able to infect the "minds" of computers n shit, uh,,,,, "Bad and naughty infinity stones get put in the Lead Box for their sins"

which is just very funny to me. for no praticular reason. gay evil robot jail is just like,,, a small lead box. its what he deserves.

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

(sees another fandom that I can ask you about and cheers) Orphan Black! Thoughts? I don't know Dr Who but Tatiana is one of my favorite actors period.

Anon you are so sweet! I'm always happy to chat about fandoms and characters and whatnot, and I will never not appreciate the majesty of Tatiana's acting. That is one of the greatest parts of the show hands down.

Orphan Black, to me, is a show that had incredible potential, but didn't really live up to the excitement it created. (Loooong post ahead.)

The thing is, Orphan Black builds a chilling mystery and background, the world it gradually creates as it goes for about the first two seasons, got be very invested and made me wonder a lot about where it was going to go and what the answers were. The setup is brilliant, right from the start with that iconic cold open of Beth's suicide. The unknown is what really helped this show get as thrilling as it was, because the actual answers behind the unknown were kind of hit and miss, and it seemed like far too often, the show just wasn't interested in telling it's story. Hijinks where the clones impersonate each other in slice of life events? That's fun at first and it really works well as they're still getting to know each other. But after a while, it gets tedious, and it seems like the show would rather fuck around and have dance parties (seriously, that scene was such a #BigLippedAlligatorMoment) than focus on the story and the threat that the sisters are facing. Virtually all of Allison's plotlines are like this, they feel like they belong in a different show, and for some reason the writers insisted on giving her one of these storylines like, every season. After Allison passively murders her own friend out of suspecting that she's spying on her, I just don't feel like an arc about her running for some PTA office position even matters. It doesn't feel right.

Speaking of that, here's another example: Donnie. Why did the end of the first season suggest that he was this secret mastermind working for Leekie? The whole idea just deflates in Season 2 and doesn't really go anywhere. He just goes back to being the bumbling sweetheart he was before. Why even have him be the spy? Maybe it should have been Ainsley. Do you want to know the exact moment that I think Orphan Black went wrong? Like, the specific scene? When Leekie was killed off. The character who had thus far been the Big Bad, gets taken out in the stupidest possible way, a literal accident on Donnie's part, and it's even played for laughs. After that point, the show really struggled to regain it's footing, though I don't think it completely went off the rails until about Season 4, and it was still generally hit or miss. Like, some stuff was really good. The introduction of the Castor clones, the development of Rachel's character (I'll get to her, trust me.) and the reveal of Kendall Malone. But it seemed like so much else was just forgotten or otherwise not resolved. Whatever happened to Cal? Sure, the show wanted to focus on the sisters...but Kira deserves to know her father if she wants to. That's just one example. It's a crying shame because this show is sometimes incredible. The metaphor that I always use for situations like this, is a card game. The show has all the right cards in its hand, they're just not being played.

The two strongest characters, at least to me, were Rachel and Helena. One of these characters was superbly written and went through a devastating arc. The other was Helena. We need to talk about her. In Season 1, she really cemented herself as a memorable presence with her trademark accent, her scars, her whole damn personality (again, hats off to Tatiana) and of course, that iconic screechy theme music that accompanied her. Which at first made us jump, but eventually made us cheer. I adored Helena, and I loved the development of her relationship with Sarah. Who went from shooting her in Season 1, to being deadset on rescuring her in Season 3, being furious with Siobhan for betraying her. (This is unrelated but Siobhan has the same " twist villain fakeout" at the end of Season 1 that Donnie does, and it's quite frustrating.) And yet, I swear, the writers just didn't know what to do with Helena half the time. They put her on a bus for long stretches, including one point where she just up and leaves Allison's house in Season 4, for no given reason. And the characters just kind of...don't care. The same thing happens when she gets arrested. No one cares to try and find Helena, even though she's unstable and often a danger to those around her. Even though she's by herself with no real ability to function in society. Even though she's pregnant. There is no excuse for this, and no Sarah, that "I'm sorry, I avoided you" scene in Season 5 is not going to cut it. It's such an afterthought.

I'm being rather critical, but I hope you can tell that this is from a point of passion. I genuinely enjoyed this show and getting to watch it. Just that sometimes it didn't feel like the show cared that I was watching. However, this was not true whenever Rachel was onscreen. Look, I'm a Merula Snyde stan, so you can probably already guess how I feel about Rachel. Despite her crimes, despite her constant slipping back the dark side, I felt so bad for Rachel at the end of it all. That scene with Kira really sums it up. "Who hurt you?" "All of them." And no scene is more intense than when she stabs out the eye cam. Like, I'm sorry, I pitied Rachel pretty much from Season 2 on. Her parents were horrible to her, and I'm supposed to think Ethan is the good guy here? He kills himself in front of his own daughter, telling her that she doesn't deserve him. And then Sarah shoots a pencil through her eye, causing brain damage and requiring a long recovery. I'm not saying that Sarah was wrong to do what she did, just that if I were in her shoes, I'd still feel a degree of guilt for Rachel's condition. In the end, I'm devastated that she was barred from Clone Club, when she made the right decision at the point it mattered. But there's just too much history there, and Sarah won't ever forgive her. (Though again, I do feel as though there's blame to share.) Rachel is my favorite character and I never expected her to be. But she's just so complex. Side note: "Enjoy your oophorectomy" is so damn quotable. I don't know why but I love that line.

So, Rachel's my favorite. Who's my least favorite? It might surprise you. It's Delphine. I'm sorry, but I just...I couldn't get on board with C*phine. Not after Season 3. I was waiting for the point that the show would push to finally redeem Delphine for her turncoat role, for all of the hell that she put Cosima through. By Season 5 though? I realized that as far as the writers were concerned? She already was redeemed. Even though she did nothing to earn it, except be presumed dead by Cosima. The way she treats Cosima in Season 3 is actually disgusting. Her reasoning for breaking up with Cosima is circular. She has to love "all the clones" in order to be with Cosima, and the way to do that is to take over Rachel's job, which means they can't date anymore? I'm not the only one who thought that didn't make sense, right? Oh and let's talk about how she stalks Cosima's date, breaks into her house, and threatens her life. Red. Flags. Cosima even says the line, "If you're not going to be with me, just let me go." I'm sorry, that should not be something she has to beg for. Delphine's behavior made me want her to stay far, far away from Cosima. Who is, incidentally, a sweetie and I absolutely adore her. I legit have trouble remembering that Tatiana's playing her because she just looks and acts so different. That said, even though I immensely disliked Delphine, I am so very glad that they made one of the clones gay. Just like I'm glad that they made one of them trans. (Though...Tony wasn't handled especially well.)

In general, I do think the earlier seasons were stronger. The Brightborn arc, while interesting, didn't really contribute much to the overarching narrative. We got the backstory on Beth's suicide and finally learned the truth about her, I suppose. Still, even though Beth is one of my favorite of the clones, and I never expected her to be either...I feel like the actual reason given for why she took her own life was rather illogical. She apparently did it because the investigation was putting the clones in danger of another Helsinki. Okay, but just because Evie Cho says you should off yourself, doesn't mean you have to. You could just, like...stop investigating. And if you die under mysterious circumstances without explaining anything to the sisters, they're not going to be put off from the investigation. They're going to look into this even more, because they don't know why they're not supposed to. The reveal that she and Art fell in love toward the end adds an extra gut punch, but it also doesn't make sense because wouldn't Art have referenced it during the period that he thought Sarah was Beth? On the other hand, Season 4 also introduced MK. And I have such a soft spot for her. I adore that sheep-masked sweetie. Everyone always asks "Which clone would you date" (because fandoms can think of nothing else I guess) and I never see anyone give any love to MK. Her death absolutely tore me apart. I am glad Siobhan avenged her even if she went down at the same time. Side note, her last word being the affectionate "Chickens..." Broke me.

Season 5 was a strange beast. In general, it seemed like we were finally getting some answers to the questions that were hanging over us. Exploring the deep mythos. But then they kind of turned it around and made it just be a Wizard of Oz style fraud twist. Westmoreland isn't really inhumanly old, he's a charlatan. I don't know why that was necessary in a science fictional show. I've seen the interviews and I get what they were going for, it just feels like it would have been cooler and far creepier if he was actually that old. The puppet master pulling the strings the whole time. We also finally get some answers for Kira's superhuman healing abilities (though we never learn how she's telepathically connected to the clones) and I'm loving it, but the trouble is, it's inconsistent. Ethan "Why is this guy so popular, he's an asshole" Duncan told Rachel specifically that Sarah being able to have children was a fluke, that the clones were "barren by design." I don't know, the whole concept of Revival and of the "magical island" was really foreboding and tied in with the earlier references to The Island of Doctor Moreau. Especially that song about "Revival's Children" just...the shudders, man. But just having it be a regular old scam is...a letdown. I know it may be more realistic, but I don't always need realism in my scifi. The finale is interesting, in that it's mostly an epilogue. I'm glad the clones (sans Rachel) got to live happily ever after, but there are two gut punches right at the end that are total nitpicks but they bother me. Helena naming her kids after Art and Donnie? And writing a memoir that she names "Orphan Black?" Those two tropes can go die in a hole. They can enjoy an oophorectomy, because I'm so sick of them.

The potential of Orphan Black was practically infinite. The results of Orphan Black fell frustratingly short.

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 12

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Summary / TWs: Steve Rogers does not pass the vibe check yet again, le sad face. Loki is a good bro. Bruce fluff but what else is new? Literally everyone is a good bro, yo. Reader has best people. Tony's in there, kind of. Parents still suck.

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As always, my baby gay @miscmarvelwritings is the bestest beta!

"I think I am going to murder your father." Bucky's angry statement didn't surprise me. Neither did Steve's initial reaction, or anybody else's mostly pitying looks.

Bruce, my Bwucie, was calm and dejected. That worried me. I expected him to be at least a little bit green around the edges when Steve forcefully sat me down and made me explain the drunken, drugged stunt I'd done the night before, but alas, it seemed like Jolly Green was just sad. Or disappointed. And I didn't know which was worse.

The more I thought about it, the more defensive and abrasive I became. "And you'll kill yourself trying, he'll drive you fucking nuts" I responded to Barnes. "Honestly, I don't fucking see the problem here. My dad shows up five times a year at best. It's been like that forever. And it's not like I'm some kind of junkie," I defended myself, and my dad, because I really didn't see the huge deal about it. Relaxing once in a while doesn’t hurt anyone.

"It's not right!" Steve exclaimed, loosely banging a fist on the table. The self-righteous prick, seemed like he wanted to pick a fight just for the sake of it.

"And who are you, exactly, to say that? The moral police?" I blew up, standing and turning to the blonde man, hands on my hips. "Or you've decided to be my parent without asking me first? Keep your hopes up and maybe a fuck will magically appear, so I could give it to you."

He stood up in turn, getting uncomfortably close to my face. I was suddenly reminded of the fact that he was a very large, very strong man. "We want what's best for you! Can't you see it?" Rogers was getting red in the face, crossed arms, staring at me down like I was dirt under his shoes.

"How about..." I seethed, having to stop mid-sentence to swallow the scream that wanted to erupt. "How about... You FUCKING ask me what I want?"

"I suggest the Captain leave to go calm down," Loki suddenly piped up. He stayed silent throughout the whole conversation, picking at his food instead. Only after his sharply uttered words I noticed he had stood up. His hand hovered over my shoulder, body discreetly wedging between me and the Captain.

I heard Steve growl before he stormed off, throwing an annoyed look at Loki. A pregnant silence hung in the room. The longer it lasted, the more I wanted to crawl out of my skin, suddenly hyper aware of all these people - strangers, save a few - debating on what to do with me. Like I wasn't a person. Like...

"Ugh, fucking hell," I growled, beelining for my bag. I had definitely overstayed my welcome.

"Where are you going?" Bruce asked, standing up to follow.

"Home," I replied curtly, nodding my thanks to Loki for the intervention. He nodded back, walking off. I would have probably started swinging at the Icicle Dick if not for the raven haired Asgardian's timely interruption.

"I'll drive you," Banner trotted after me like a dejected puppy. I didn't have the mental capacity to deal with this, at all.

"I need to see Tony first. Meet you downstairs?"

Bruce nodded, looking even more confused.

Tony kissed me hungrily, in between promises to kill Steve and cancel my dad and get me my own apartment in the tower. Believing in fairy tales wasn't something I was ever prone to; I smiled, nodded along and did my best to shut him up with my own mouth on his. I left with the promise to text him as soon as I got home.

"How are you?" Bruce asked me as we once again drove through the busy city. This was becoming a nice habit but we really had to meet up when I wasn't going through another one of my turmoils.

"All things considered, I am great. Better than I've been in a while." I answered honestly, meaning it. However brief Tony's attention would be, it still satisfied me. Then and there I decided to always, always cherish what happened during my brief stint in his arms.

"Really?" Banner's warm smile was an unexpected but pleasant surprise. "Care to share?"

It threw me for a loop. I didn't know how much Tony wanted to disclose regarding what happened between us. I didn't know the extent of his friendship with Bruce. I didn't know...

"Tony," I choose the usual option. Admit what you can't deny, deny what you can't admit.

"I know the feeling," The good doctor chuckled, companionable-like and meaningful. "He tends to go all the way for the people he cares about. Too much, if you ask me."

"What do you mean?" I was confused. Sure, me and Tony were friends. But not, like, super close or anything. We'd fucked, or more like messed around, so I expected our friendship to grow colder. That's what happened when friends decided to bump uglies.

"I mean... He'll move mountains and challenge the government and bully them into dropping charges against you," There was a hint of sadness in Brucie's voice. I vaguely recalled seeing something on the news, something about the Hulk and a massive destruction spree. It didn't take long to put two and two together.

I reached out, putting a hand on his knee. He covered my palm with his own, giving it a brief, warm squeeze.

"It must be great having a friend like that. You're both wonderful and brilliant. You deserve no less," The smile threatened to split my face in two.

Bruce returned the smile but the sadness didn't go away. "You realize that extends to you, right?"

"Me? I'm just me, Bruce." I wasn't sure where this was going. "I'm Peter's classmate and the resident hot mess express."

Bruce frowned, deep and long, up until he parked. Life seemed to be taking back all the happiness it gave me previously-in fucking buckets. The strap of my bag was going to get its threads pulled out with the way I was fiddling with it.

"Baby… Princess?" The scientist turned to me, tone torn somewhere between stern and pleading. "Listen to me. You are brilliant. Incredibly smart, talented and beautiful. Don't ever, ever think of yourself as less than any of us." I gaped at him.

Did he mean us as the Avengers? Us as Tony and Bruce? Meanwhile he continued, "In fact, I think you are the one who deserves so much better. I don't know what Tony found in me… Or what you found in me."

Was the man an idiot or yes? That was the question of the day. Cursing Tony's affinity for small cars (bless me and my own SUV), I only hesitated a moment before grabbing the dumb Banner by his face and startling him into looking straight in my eye. "If you don't quit talking all that fake-ass bullshit, I will kiss you. On the mouth. With tongue."

"Uh," Was his articulate response. I watched him squirm, blush and lose the heat to his argument.

"Exactly. I've had it all with you idiots today. Next time someone says some stupid ass fucking thing, I will kiss them. On the mouth, with tongue. Pass it on," I exhaled, releasing his face and dropping my head onto his shoulder.

"Some way of solving conflict you have," Banner chuckled weakly, throwing an arm around my shoulders. "I'd like to see Steve's reaction."

"A boner, probably, because he needs to get laid before he spontaneously combusts," I grumbled venomously, still bitter about his reaction. The Capsicle needed to chill. Hehe.

"I'll pass it on too," Bruce remarked wryly. "See you next week?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Bwucie, you're the fucking best," I kissed the scientist on the cheek, giving him a tighter than usual parting hug and walking up the pathway. Home.

Mother was nowhere to be seen - and the obvious reason for that laid on the kitchen floor. Couple of smashed dishes, a bottle of whiskey laying half-empty in a puddle on the grey tiles. The living room rug bore more stains and the smell of alcohol, bitter and acrid (like my soul, hardy har), hung heavily throughout the whole house.

At least I wasn't the only one who fought for myself that day. Mother probably had landed a good one on dad, too, by God the woman could be ruthless with her icy words. Dad never stood a chance. I've felt begrudgingly respectful of the way mother put people in their place with her words ever since I understood sarcasm.

First things first, I cleaned up the mess and opened the windows a smidge, cranking the air recuperation system to the max. Hanging around a place that smelled like a bum on a good Friday night was a horrible way to spend free time. Having successfully cut myself and bandaged the cuts up, I retreated to my room, not wanting to spend more time than necessary in the quiet, stinky, creepy house that my home had become.

My phone was long dead so I plugged it in, waiting for the 2% to appear, turning it on. A few messages from Peter, first cheerful, then worried and then relieved. Tony must've placated the spider child and told him I was staying at the tower. Good call, Tones, or else poor Peter would've worked himself into an anxiety attack and crashed in a dumpster while patrolling. Or something. I still didn't quite get his spider-hero side-gig.

A text from Bruce - rather, a photo, of a disgruntled Steve with his eyebrows raised, titled "I told him the next time he freaks out, you will kiss him. With tongue. Barnes cackled for about ten minutes until he ran out of air."

And a text from Tony. My chest tightened when I opened it. "Good tactics. Sneaky, clever, I'd give it a B+."

I snorted. Then the phone beeped again and I froze. A text ordering me to be ready tomorrow, for a date night? Unreal. I was torn. A part of me was elated, thinking Tony wanted to keep me around like that. The other, more sensible part, was firmly telling me to chill TF down. He'll most likely kindly reject any further intimate interactions, maybe have me sign a few NDAs.

I still answered positive, mushy and cute and all. Feelings aside, I wasn't about to change my texting style for any man. My God, I was turning into a monster. A horribly cheesy, pink, soft, fluffy monster.

The next day, school was nearly unbearable. People talked. Not to my face, of course, since the rumours of me putting away Flash Thompson were still fresh enough for everyone to be cautious around me, but the whispers followed me throughout hallways, tongue in cheek remarks thrown at me from the bathroom stalls, behind the teacher's desks. Did I care? Nope.

Okay, I did, but not in the way one would think. The little spring in my step, a slight smirk. My thoughts were occupied with my upcoming dinner with Tony.

Peter and his pet nerds stood at my side, the ever watchful guards. I had no idea why they decided I needed reassurance or their comfort (I did not), but I had to admit it was cute. MJ, in particular, glared her Death Ray Stare at any male-identifying student that dared to as much as look wrongly in my direction. I mostly ignored the trio. Pete himself did a great job with entertaining his friends, he babbled on as usual, about everything and nothing in particular. Mouth ulcers. He was going to get them one day.

Dad called me during third period, saying he was flying off to California. I would have been lying if I said I didn't know why he scheduled the sudden trip; mother's total radio silence and the absence of her laptop in her own office spoke volumes about the state of my family's affairs. They had a fight and ran off to the opposite ends of the continent. I didn't understand why mother was upset with me, though. I saved her face during dinner at Tony's, so why is she mad about me going to a party with dad? Baffling woman.

Admitting the house felt like home when either of them were absent was hard. Or, perhaps, I felt nothing at all. Spending so much time around the Brady Bunch- the Avengers made me too soft for my own liking. It wasn't just Tony that lived in mind rent-free all the time now; there was Bruce, with his kindness, Bucky with his overgrown teenager attitude, Wanda with her wit and hair that smelled like cheap shampoo - seriously, I absolutely had to show her the benefits of decent hair products. That was just to list the few little quirks. There were so many people, all of them different and wonderful in their own way.

To summarize it, I was both happy for them and bitter for not having any of that to myself. Although it made me kind of glad I didn't have a sibling - looking after someone in the mess that mother and dad created would've been a nightmare. They say it's always a better place where we are not.

I went through a whole pack of cigarettes in a span of a couple of hours. Plagued by strangely melancholic thoughts, trying to push down the anxiety over my upcoming date, my choice of outfit proved to be a cumbersome task while in process.

Expensive but simple dress with spaghetti straps, in my favourite colour. That was the easiest part. A good base for any accessories. Would Tony like it? Would the press make outrageous comments?

Either way, it would. Dad's comments cut deeper than I probably realized it until now; in a sudden bout of self-awareness and a couple of mouse clicks later... Tony wouldn't care. Tony wears suits with sneakers. The Manolos flew back, towards my shoe closet, and a pair of Chanel trainers made their debut. A Hermes 2002 barely weighed down by my wallet, keys and phone. A nice coat, too, appropriately light and so very conceptual and fashionable.

I spent way too much time deciding on what to wear. A stern talking to, however, didn't help me, and I had to redo my make-up - the "nude", "all natural" look was one of the hardest to nail. Or so Marie Claire said. Whatever, my highlighter game was, as usual, on point.

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Let's do this!

What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?*

I'm not overly into OTPs with the canon characters but I would say I don't understand the pedestal people put Tony and Pepper on. I think she deserves better tbh.

I never used to get Vision and Wanda but WandaVision did help me see it more

Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?*

SamBucky and Stucky

Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

Yes! I let it slide the first time but unfollowed the next time

Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?*

Probably Steve/Tony, I've seen a few people ship it but I don't and will never get it

Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?*

Yes, Stucky. I used to really like them and think they were cute, loved the edits people did etc...but the fandom really made me dislike it

Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?*

Probably Steve/Nat!

Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?*

Iron Man, he kicked off the MCU and I remember how excited I was to see his film but as the storylines went on I just have liked him less and less

Have you received anon hate? What about?*

Nope, but I can imagine it after my answers to the previous and next questions hahah

Most disliked character(s)? Why?

Tony Stark. I don't like how he thinks he's better than everyone, how he has double standards with a lot of things, how he treats Pepper, how he treats Steve...I have a lot of issues with Tony Stark.

Most disliked arc? Why?

Again, probably Tony. I don't even think he had much of an arc to be honest. He stayed pretty much the same until the last minute when he did the snap.

Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

Carol Danvers, I just love her. She was in the first solo female superhero movie and I'm not saying it was an amazing movie but I am saying I feel like it started Marvel on the roll to adding more and more diversity to the franchise which was so needed and is still needed.

Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

Steve's ending haha! It's probably because I just didn't want him to die but, to me, he finally chose himself after spending years of putting others before what he wanted. I'm not a big Steggy shipper so the only thing I think of in my mind is that he gave her the dance and then moved on...when asked about the woman he married he didn't elaborate so how do we even know he stayed with her!

That's just my thoughts on it anyway hahaha!

Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

I think people are being overly harsh on the newer movies and characters being brought out. Yes I'm going to miss the OG6 so much and I enjoyed the last 10 years so much but I'm also so excited with what we have to come!

If you could change anything in the show, what would you change?

Give Bucky more lines hahaha

Does not shipping something ‘popular’ mean you’re in denial and/or biased?

I wouldn't say so! I think everyone is entitled to their own opinions as long as it's not hurtful to someone else.

And, if you don't agree with something someone says, just do what I did and unfollow. It's easy.

What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom?

The misogyny and how people put so much on ships. Just because I don't ship Stucky doesn't mean I don't like gay ships, just because someone doesn't ship the same thing as you doesn't mean you're wrong

What is the purest ship in the fandom?

Druig and Makkari at the moment I reckon!

What are your thoughts on crack ships?

You do you!

Popular character you hate?

Tony Stark

Unpopular character you love?

I feel like these Qs are repeating themselves a bit so I'm just gunna say Carol again

Would you recommend XXX to a friend? Why or why not?

Yes and I have, it's just taken you too long to watch it hahaha

Most shippable character?

Natasha! She has chemistry with so many people!

Least shippable character?

Yelena but only because I am an advocate for Ace-Yelena so don't like seeing her in ships!

[arsenicpanda]

Here's an ask: what are some betty & jug moments or scenes that you've always wanted to see on the show? I don't necessarily mean relationshipy stuff (altho yes sure that too), but investigation stuff, family dynamic stuff, serpent stuff, etc etc. Expand this ask outside of bughead too, if you'd like!

A good but difficult question!  Let's see, let's see...

- Jughead proposing for realsies is one I desperately want.  Like, he's had two pseudo-proposals already, where is his real one?  I deserve to see it.  Bonus points if it's impulsive and he uses one of the rings he's always wearing to do it.

- I really, *really* want Betty and Jughead to be engaged and then do some crimes and have to rush up their wedding so they won't have to testify against each other.  I will also accept them dating but not engaged, and then Betty is going into emergency mode, but Jughead is like, "So, uh, I've had this engagement ring ready for like three months, and I know this is a bad time, but will you marry me?" And then Betty says yes and they get married and don't go to jail.

- I want to see Betty and Jughead have to makeout as a cover when they're caught somewhere they shouldn't be.  Like, that's a classic, I want to see it.

- I need more of Betty and Jughead doing shady shit while both wearing their Serpent jackets, I want scenes of them acting as a clear power couple, I deserve this.

- More dark bughead!  I don't even care how it manifests, I want them doing morally dubious things because the ends justify the means.

- Vengeance quest!  I want Jughead to go on a vengeance quest like the one Betty went on for him in season 4.  I deserve this parallel.

- Cooking!  I want to see Betty and Jughead cooking for each other, bonus points if it's Jughead doing the cooking because Betty deserves to be taken care of for once.

- Jughead getting better at writing!  I just want the show to hire someone who actually is good at writing prose to write his narrative segments.  Just, please, show, you want me to believe he is a good writer, so just hire someone who can write prose, I am BEGGING you.

- Betty and Gladys!  I was ROBBED of seeing them together!  In fact, I desperately wanted the whole Jones+Betty family to sit down to breakfast or dinner or something because I bet it would be so awkward.

- Betty and Jellybean!  Betty, Jellybean, and Jughead!  I already made my post about this, technically, but I would still love to see it, especially the three of them together.

- Serpents + Betty!  I so wish they had explored this more, to have the Serpents see Hardcore Scary Betty and Betty see how much the Serpents and Jughead are friends.  The 3x01 Hot Dog mission was good, but I wish I had seen them working more as a team in some heisty situation.  Bonus points for throwing Cheryl into the mix.

- Toni joins the Blue and Gold!  I'm still mad I didn't get this.  I crave Betty/Toni interactions, and I think Toni would make an interesting addition to the investigation team, and I'd enjoy seeing them all in planning mode, only for Betty and Jughead to drift off into "Investigations are sexy" mode and then Toni has to spray them with water to get them to focus.

- Jughead + Serpents!  All permutations of this are important to me.  I think Jughead's friendships with the Serpents are really interesting because they're based on a common experience that Jughead just doesn't share with anyone else.  There's a sense of community and family, of sorts, that I get from the teen Serpents, the feel of those friends who you can not speak to for ages but then easily slip back into normal patterns once you see each other again.  I think they're four people of varying levels of impulsiveness and "I will FIGHT YOU, right here, right now" who have to keep each other in check.  Like, there is not one single one of them who stops the others from doing stupid shit; they ALL are capable of doing stupid shit and picking fights on principle alone, but there's also usually at least one of them who's like, "Ok, guys, calm down", and I find that hilarious.  Also, bonus points for being three grumpy people and also Fangs, a ray of sunshine and king of bad decisions.  I really wish we got more of Fangs as a speaking character; for all he's had screentime, he doesn't talk much, and that leaves him with considerably less characterization, and it's frustrating.  Also, I wish we had gotten more of watching them play G&G, I find these seemingly tough kids playing tabletops games to be the funniest fucking thing.

- Betty + Veronica!  I would like to see more of this friendship, and specifically I'd like to see Betty supporting Veronica, because we haven't gotten much of that.

- Betty + Kevin!  I wish I knew more about their friendship and could see more of it.  I want to see Kevin try and pry details about all the drama in Betty's life out of her.  I also wish we had gotten to hear even one of his gossip columns.

- Jones family!  I just want more of the Joneses, they're such a disaster family.  Like, I want more of every permutation of this dynamic, it's fascinating.  I mean, I especially want Jughead and Jellybean, but I'm also interested in FP and Gladys, FP and Jellybean, Gladys and Jellybean, Jughead and Gladys (outside of drug lord problems), the whole family at once.  I know it won't happen, but I'd love to see the whole family reunited because it's clearly something Jughead wants and I want him to have all the things he wants.

- Unrelated to Betty and Jughead, but, more than anything, I want a shot of Veronica standing in front of that painting of herself ala Hiram.  We have been doing parallels with them and "If Veronica isn't careful, she could become like her father" stuff since season 2 at the latest, I DESERVE this shot.

- Archie's gay awakening!  Look.  Look, they have given Archie so many homoerotic friendships, and RAS famously wrote a play about Archie being gay that he got a cease and desist letter for.  Everything should come full circle and RAS's Archie tv show should include Archie's gay awakening.  Bonus points if he's with Reggie.

- Betty v Hiram!  Everyone else has gotten at least one season where they went up against Hiram, Betty deserves hers.  Granted, she would probably take him down, or almost do so, so it might be best saved for the last season, but still, I want it.

And I think that's it?  At least, I think I've got everything I can think of for now.

[mianmimi]

I think we see him changing throughout the film, with him finally letting go of things beyond his control and accepting where he is in life. When it comes to his love life though, I think he’ll have a harder time being mature about it XD He’s got a very firey heart that wants what it wants.

I don't think he changed that much, though? And I like that? And I can't stop making every sentence a question? This is how I talk in real life, actually? I am sorry?

I like that he keeps certain character flaws that don't make him obnoxious or unlikeable, but that actually make him more sympathetic. I can relate to being fiery and with being sort of in love with the past, having trouble letting go and accepting that some things are out of my control.

I think Stephen is one of those people that will never give up on something. It's his greatest flaw in the comics, too. He just can't quit anything in the middle, he has to satisfy his curiosity and see what's at the end of the line.

It's the reason he'll never get over Mordo in the MCU. Like, romantically or not, he'll torture himself with useless scenarios of what-could-have-been or where he "saves" Mordo from himself.

I get very irritated whenever I hear people saying that Mordo’s jealous of Stephen.

People say WHAT now?

When was that ever conveyed in the movie?

nev•er nĕv′ər

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Not ever; on no occasion; at no time.

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Not at all; in no way; absolutely not.

Mordo never wanted to be the Master of the NY Sanctum. Nor did he ever want to be Sorcerer Supreme. There’s nothing indicating that Mordo wanted anything for selfish reasons. If people really watched the movie and paid attention they’d realize Mordo’s actually the most selfless character there :( Baby baron deserves more love than to be reduced to a jealous rival. There’s no basis for that claim at all and it digs a knife through my liver whenever someone suggests it’s why he left.

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

Mordo was distraught and confused because the Ancient One's plan when she names Stephen the Master of NY Sanctum looked to him like she wanted to use Stephen as cannon fodder. He looks at her with a face that says What? Why're you using him like that? It further cements doubt in his head that she's shady. Which she is and that's why we love her.

Did people even watch the fucking film? Or is it racism? It's probably racism. Yes, bringing the race card. Mordo is Black, so he must be angry and jealous at all times. Y'all... I can't with these people lmao

Mordo IS the most selfless character. YES! I will wilfully ignore the post-credit scene, as I've done for years now, and ain't nobody stopping me. I am a Karl Mordo apologist.

This blog is a beacon of positive energy, y'all. I don't worry about characters of colour any more, knowing there's places like this blog that don't drink the Kool-Aid. Mordo, baby, fans of colour and the gays got your back 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

And the image of Stephen cockblocking Loki is hilarious. Especially if it’s clear that Mordo’s just being professional and polite and Stephen’s already growling at Loki to take a step back

Alpha!Stephen growling at Loki, who can change dynamics like its clothes (the omegaverse version of genderfluid, maybe?) but at that moment is an alpha just to fuck with Stephen and totally hit on Mordo, and Omega!Mordo being embarrassed yet also feeling cute, like, "Stephen, you're acting like a fool..... I didn't say stop."

Sorry, but Loki being Mordo's ex-bf is just so funny and hot to me. Loki meets Mordo when Mordo travelled to Asgard with the Ancient One, he started courting him, Mordo was young and naive, they had a fling... I imagine them having a long-distance relationship with Mordo sending Loki the most melodramatic, ridiculously romantic letters. It's a short-lived romance filled with perfumed letters, bad poetry, and sexy yet classy nudes.

When they see each other again, Loki is a bit surprised by how much Mordo has physically aged, sadden by Midgardian's short lifespans. But then he's like... DAMN. You look even better than before! You're ageing like fine wine, baby.

(Stephen, in the background: BABY? DID THIS MOTHERFUCKER CALL YOU BABY? OH, IT'S DOWN. Magic duel. You. Me. Now.)

Mordo is probably embarrassed by it all, will blush before talking about it. Loki never got over Mordo, though. He points at Mordo and says, "That Midgardian right there? The only one who deserves to live in this mud planet of idiots."

The offer to be Midgard's Queen still stands, Mordo!

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Ohhhh my goodness sweet Nonny! Thank you for such a wonderful response! I really enjoyed reading it, and that lovely gif is just perfection! ^^ I feel like this blog has gradually become more Karl Mordo focused, which I absolutely have no problem with. I love Strordo as a love team/ship but if I had to focus on one, it’ll be Karl. I just wanna give him so much love 🥺 He’s my favorite though so that’s my personal bias hehehe. I’m a very hardcore Mordo apologist myself. Like c’mon....if Loki and Tony can have redemption arcs, then Mordo can too. And if people can defend their favorites, then so can I.

Omg those scenarios of Loki & Karl having a fling and Loki never really getting over it...perfection! I love how jealous Stephen gets here. As if Karl won’t be able to defend himself. Now I’m chuckling at the thought of Loki & Stephen legit fighting and Karl knocks out both to stop it, dragging an unconscious Stephen by his Cloak while apologizing to Loki. Just imagine Loki sending gifts to Karl randomly & Stephen whining about it. Karl would tease him about it, but also clarifies that Stephen’s his man. No need to fuss my love 😉 😘

Also...I often fantasize of Karl just....ugh, just growing up in a happy family that spoiled him rotten with love. I mean, the multiverse is a thing right? At least one of the those verses would have the Mordos and Krowlers absolutely adoring the hell out of him. Can you imagine there being a Krowler who loved him as much as canon!Krowler didn’t? Someone who would be mortified to learn there’s another version of him that tried to sacrifice his precious grandbaby? Idk why, I just love this little fantasy that somewhere in the vast multiverse good!Krowler is wrapped around Karl’s little finger. Like alright darling boy, stop crying, it’s only a papercut *tosses book into the fire for the crime of making Karl bleed*

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 13

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TWs/Summary: In this house, we ship Reader/Tony's Rolls-Royce. Reader and Tony being dorks on a date. That's it that's the chapter. Lots of sass and Tony being Tony.

A question for my readers: Are you still invested? How's the slow burn? Is everything realistic? 👉🏻👈🏻🥺

As usual, my beta is @miscmarvelwritings . I love her.

"Nice digs, Cupcake."

"Nice ride, Tin Man."

The sass fell from my lips, warm and familiar, paving the way for our upcoming debut like the old, soft living room rug. Any awkwardness I had expected there to be left the moment I saw Tony pull up to my front gate in his Royce: the man was just that extra. The size of my estate, the five-figure outfit of mine - it paled in comparison to his own clout. 

In a world where my choices were usually distributed between stuck-up rich boys or insecure middle-class men, Tony was a fresh drink of water with his absolute indifference towards my and his own net worth.

I wasn't afraid to admire said ride, either. Being a huge petrolhead was what got me interested in engineering, physics and computer sciences in the first place. The desire for speed grew into thirst for knowledge: how to get more horsepower, how to tune, how to mod. No mechanic took an eighteen year old rich-girl seriously even when I had all the lingo right, I had to be a step ahead, at all times, if I wanted my ride to be the best. And I never settled for less than that.

"No driver?" I inquired for the reason behind the unusual behaviour. After all, a Rolls' wasn't the kind of car you drive personally. All the amenities it had, it had in the back.

"Gave Happy a day off," Tony remarked absently. I noticed the small quirk of his eyebrow, however. He was intrigued.

I decided to give it a shot. "So what, this thing packs, what, about five-fifty horses?" I mused, watching Tony nearly swerve into the opposite lane. "At two and a half tons, it's still gotta be pretty quick with that V12-turbo. How fast it go?" The satisfaction was immeasurable, as pleasant to my soul as sitting in a heated leather chair with the smell of a new car, engine quietly rumbling in front of me. And by quietly I mean, it was focus-or-you'll-miss-it kind of quiet.

"Well aren't you full of surprises, baby girl," Tony grinned; a happy, excited grin even. It made his face lose ten years of age just like that. "Zero to sixty in five and a half seconds," He said after a moment. 

"Not bad," I said, sounding impressed. I already knew that but I wasn't planning on robbing Tony out of well deserved praise for his choice in vehicles. 

"Got a ride of your own?" He asked with a smile, like he didn't know it already. No background check would have skipped my three speeding tickets, but I concur. This game was fun.

"I do, actually. It's a 2008 Range Rover. Supercharged," I added in the end, just to emphasise.

"A big car for such a little girl," Tony whistled playfully.

"I'm compensating," I deadpanned. "I'm a little slow on the uptake, y'know, so my Rangie with five hundred horses makes up for it. Gotta keep it balanced."

Tony chewed on his lip. "Five hundred? Haven't heard about that, it comes with three-ninety-five in stock," His eyebrow wiggled. "Tuned it?" He cast me a contemplative glance.

"Yup," I exclaimed happily. As far as the date, I would have been utterly ecstatic to talk about cars all evening. Screw the boring "where do you see yourself in five years" questions, talk to me about your favourite engine swaps. Concept cars, give me those. Monster trucks? Yes, please. Vintage low-riders? Couldn't wait to get my grubby little hands on one. Gimmee!

Tony kept his silence and kept his press smile starting the moment we set foot on getting out of the car. The place he'd taken me to was ridiculously upscale and fancy; the valet hesitated only for a second before catching the keys Tony so carelessly tossed in his direction. There was almost no fear in his body language when the boy approached the massive, expensive vehicle.

The hostess smiled big at Tony and gave me the world's biggest stink-eye when he looked the other way but what else is new? As soon as she left us in the privacy of our booth, I didn't hesitate to stick my tongue at her retreating back. A brief lapse in maturity, if you will.

Tony cackled, growing suddenly serious. "Did she bother you? I can get her fired. I should get her fired."

"Nah," I shrugged. "Don't really care, just wanted to showcase my amazing sense of humour." Snorting, I gave Tony a wink and a secretive grin.

"You really don't give a fuck, do you," His eyebrows twitched again, a sign of mild interest that I noted during our routine sciencing time together. Tony was incredibly expressive if one took the time to observe.

"I could suck your dick under the table right now," I answered honestly. "It's just that when God gave out things like dignity and shame, I wasn't home. Too many fun things to do, y'know," I spoke as casually as I could even though I was dying of laughter inside.

Eyes bulging, jaw hanging mid-way to the floor. Tony was serving Looks™ and I didn't mean just the white tee and purple blazer combo. "Princess, you're going to be the fucking death of me!" He took a sip from his water glass, smirking.

Finally releasing my mirth, I gathered my hands in a lock in front of me. His own, warm and calloused, reached over - I allowed the brief intimacy, clasping them, fiddling with the leather band of his watch. For a moment, it was just us, sitting in the dim light, discovering each other anew to Robert Johnson singing the blues and NYC bustling with life just behind the wall. 

The waiter took our orders - and if I totally butchered the Italian, Tony was gentleman enough not to make any remarks. 

"Somehow, every time I am with you, you both manage to meet my expectations to a T and surprise me at the same time," I wasn't able to completely ignore my nerves. My hand was still loosely in his and he didn't mind at all, me messing with his watch.

"How so?"

"I'm going to loosely quote someone, bear with me." Mr Davies's words popped into my mind just as I was wondering how to best articulate my feelings. "You're eccentric and interesting because it's, well, it's you, because it would be much weirder if we'd be sitting here and making boring small-talk and asking each other the genetic get-to-know-you questions," I briefly paused to sip my Dom Peringon and stare at our hands. Gathering my wits. "That would be why I don't do dates. It sounds so tedious on paper, just sorting through people until a person that's not absolutely mind-numbing comes around."

Tony was silent for a moment, the sheen of his eyes, the faraway look; he was lost in memories. Probably remembering all the girls he had charmed before. I didn't doubt it was easy for him: his smile was distracting and people usually were attracted to shiny things. He shone plenty. Also, most people were stupid, they never cared to look past the golden wrapper. I was convinced there was a diamond under it. But then again, I was biased.

"I've never thought about it that way, but I guess you're right," He finally said, serious. "With Pepper, at least, it was. Come to think of it, we never had that much in common, besides Stark Industries and her willingness to put up with my shit." It was painful for him to talk about her, that much was obvious. His laugh was forced and sardonic.

I, on the other hand, never understood why they got together in the first place. Or maybe I did - but the cold, composed Pepper and the chaotic, energetic Tony reminded me too much of my own parents. All four people in this fucked up equation could have been much happier if they choose... What? Being alone? That was terrifying, too.

I kept quiet, giving his hands a gentle squeeze.

"You know, this is so bizarre. Even an eighteen year old kid has got it figured out," He suddenly said, his tone bitter like the coffee that he loved.

"Woah, slow down," I put up a hand. "I never said I know what to do. I just said I know what NOT to do." The 'kid' remark would have made me eye-roll so hard my skull would crack any day. In this context, however, it was pretty spot on.

Tony snorted. "And how did you come by that information, pray tell, Baby?"

I huffed. "Have you met my parents?" We simultaneously cringed and I hurried to erase that mental image. "I make fun of myself for being into old dudes all the time," I made air quotes around the phrase that made Tony scoff, "But, honestly speaking, I've never even been on a date. Like a real one. Usually it's twenty minutes and I'm falling asleep mid-conversation. People can't seem to keep up with me or something," I felt genuinely dejected. "So many meaningless questions, so many downright idiotic comments. From men," I pointed out the obvious. "My mother used to tell me she thought I was gay because I didn't act like a girl... Whatever that means."

"That sounds pretty shitty," Tony was studying me like one would have been looking at an exotic animal in a zoo. "That said, I agree."

"That I don't act like a girl?" I teased him, the left corner of my mouth tilting upward. "Fuck that noise. I want to drive fast cars, drink straight liquor and have orgasms. If that makes me a dude... I look pretty good for a dude in a dress."

We laughed in unison, tension evaporating under the shared, mutual understanding. With Tony, it was easy. The waiter brought our selected dishes. Blink-and-he's-gone. Top notch service.

"A dude in a dress, can't say I'm surprised 'bout your lack of dates," He remarked conversationally, happily digging into his food. The noises he made were intriguing, to say the least, and I followed suit on my own food, finding it absolutely delicious. A delicious meal with a delicious man at my side. I refused to feel guilty about my thoughts.

"I guess I have exactly one (1) date on my ledger now," I raised my argument.

The fork clattered as Tony once again, came to a sudden realization. "Holy shit, you weren't kidding."

"No shit," I gave into the urge to roll my eyes. "But on the upside, my first date was with the most gorgeous, intelligent and witty bachelor of the city. I'd say I don't have it all that bad," I quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Aw, you're making me blush," Tony recovered quickly, grinning. "And don't be shy. The most desired bachelor of the country, if not the world."

I shook my head. "No, the world's most delectable bachelor is one of the Saudi princes. What's-his-name, the one who posts goat and horse pics on Insta," I snapped my fingers a couple of times, trying to remember the name as Tony looked at me all offended. "Anyways, you get my point. I could have a go at him, don't you think?" Cocking my shoulder, coyly twirling the strap of my dress, I gave Tony my best come-hither look and was rewarded with an appreciative once-over. His eyes were growing hungry again. 

"You're a million dollar baby," He finally said, voice low. "And the extent of people I would be willing to share you with is very small."

That got me interested, sudden heat prickling underneath my skin. The conversation took a turn I didn't expect it to; and there lied the delight of being around Tony. He was always ready to surprise, in the best way. "Tell me," I requested politely.

"That's a conversation for another time," He was enjoying the chit-chat, desire beginning to creep into his features.

"Mmm, you think?" I allowed the strap of my dress to slip down my shoulder, exposing a collarbone, showing him just how far I was willing to go to satisfy my curiosity.

He swallowed audibly. "I think... You're smart enough to figure it out," He finally gritted his teeth, finishing off his dinner and immediately calling for the check. 

I wasn't done yet, however. The possibility of riling him up, taunting him into a lustful frenzy - I was in heaven. Karma had favoured me that evening, it had given me a chance to get Tony back for all the times he unknowingly made my mouth water and my brain go blip. "Must be Steve then," I bit my lip in thought. 

Honestly? I was as clueless as the couple next table over. Steve it wasn't, that much I knew for sure, he and Tony had their little love/hate dramatic connection that always ended in a massive ego standoff. Tony would be on the frontline fighting against Steve if the blonde dared to show anything even remotely resembling romantic interest towards someone Tony himself had his eyes on.

"Princess," Tony growled, sarcastically raising an eyebrow.

"Not Steve," I replied, cracking a smile. Success! "You know, I'm really bad at guessing who's into me. Unless someone is balls deep in me," My face was mere inches away as we quickly shrugged on our coats. "And even then, I can't be sure."

My giggling was accompanied by Tony shaking his head in exasperated fashion; he took my hand nonetheless and I happily swayed it between us, poster child for "not a care in the world". He allowed it, maintaining the same exasperated air about him, and I let him. Fondness and happiness seeped through that anyways.

"Brat," His voice was kind. And his kiss tingled where he left it on the corner of my mouth, sweet and short. "Here, have a go," Before I could react, the keys to his Rolls Royce were placed in my palm and he was making his way around the car to the passenger's side.

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