#tony stark self-insert

[msmk11]

Never Ever

Tony Stark x fem!reader

WC: 1.3k

CW: Fluff; mentions of lunch?; Tony Stark being a gentleman 😅

Summary: Your new boss never ever does one-on-ones

Day 28 of mk’s mad dash

You’re finally starting to feel your first-day-nerves settle, and it’s a relief. After getting some one-on-one time this morning with Natasha, your boss’ previous assistant, the job doesn’t seem all that bad.

Though first-day nerves are normal, you suppose they’ve been exacerbated by the fact that you would be working for Avenger and billionaire Tony Stark. Natasha has assured you that despite his powers and influence, he’s really all bark and no bite, and that you’ll have no problem “handling him.”

Still, it’s hard to know if you 100% believe her, seeing as you’ve yet to actually meet your boss.

Regardless, Natasha has just left you to go to some Avengers meeting, so you feel relieved to know that you probably have a solid hour before you finally, hopefully (or not hopefully) meet Mr. Stark.

You decide that your first order of business is to decorate your desk with a few keepsakes from home and pictures of your friends and family.

Right in between your two monitors you set your little rubber ducks- one pink and one yellow. You neatly set out your dark blue coffee mug in the right corner and a picture frame of your cat in the other.

The last things to go up are your pictures. With a handful of thumb tacks, you stick them on the cork board walls surrounding your desk. A couple of the pictures you put up are you with your family- all of you bearing happy smiles on vacation or a holiday. Others are with your friends- your roommates from college, your old high school coworker, and your childhood best friend, Thomas.

“Is that your boyfriend?”

As you adjust the picture of you and Thomas you smirk. It’s a question you’ve both gotten many times, and the answer is always “No. that’s my best friend Tho-“

You look up from the picture and stop mid-sentence, eyes widening as you realize that you’re talking so very casually to none other than your boss.

“Oh! Uhm, Mr. Stark! Hi!” You stutter, introducing yourself, “I’m your new assistant.”

You cringe, “though I’m sure you figured that much out yourself.”

Your boss scans you seriously and then breaks out a smirk, “Please, loosen up around me- I’m just your average playboy, billionaire, superhero. And call me Tony. Mr. Stark was my father’s name.”

An exasperated chuckle escapes you and you nod, “right, okay. Sorry, Tony. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

The brunette motions for you to follow him and you oblige.

“You as well. You know, Natasha spoke very highly of you after your interview, so I’ve been very curious to meet the one who impressed the Black Widow.”

Heat creeps to your cheeks against your will, and you’re glad Tony is looking forward as he walks and not at you.

“I guess I’ll have to thank her for the glowing recommendation.”

You arrive outside what you assume is Tony’s office- given its size and grandeur.

Tony confirms your suspicions a second later. He opens the door and gestures for you to go in first.

You let out a meek thank you and scurry in, moving off to the side so he can follow. His office is impressive to say the least. It’s spacious and really, really fancy. His desk is made of the sleekest dark wood with two high-tech computers adorning its surface. Tony has the most wonderful view too- a huge window looking out onto the rooftops of New York’s most beautiful skyscrapers.

An “oh wow,” escapes your lips before you can stop it.

Your boss lets out a chuckle at your awe and nods for you to go look. You make your way over to the window and lean your hands against the windowsill.

“I already knew I loved New York. But this. I mean, wow.”

Tony joins you, standing at your side, “it is quite a view.”

The awe in his voice is obvious and you glance over at him. But he’s not looking at the city. He’s already looking at you.

“Yeah, it is,” you say, trailing off.

Your boss holds your gaze for a second before clearing his throat and looking away.

“Anyways, I just wanted to get you acquainted with where my office is and get to know you a little. I’m assuming Natasha explained all your tasks to you?”

You nod, “Yes, she did. But…sorry, I hope you don’t mind me asking, don’t you have an Avengers meeting right now?”

Tony looks down at his watch and curses, “Steve is going to kill me.”

Then he looks up at you with a smirk, “Already doing pretty damn good at your job though.”

He heads towards his office door but hesitates when he grabs the handle, “I stand by what I said, by the way. I do want to get to know you. Lunch is on me today, at noon. You can meet me out in the lobby.”

Once you nod affirmatively at him, Tony opens the door and leaves, another muttered curse reaching your ears as you follow him out.

You’ve just finished the last of your paperwork before lunch when Natasha sidles up to your desk.

“Hey hot stuff,” she teases.

You give her a weird look, “Heyyyy Natasha?”

“So, a little birdie told me that Tony’s taking you out to lunch.”

Excitement overtakes your confusion, “oh yeah! He is! I actually need to be down in the lobby in five minutes.”

Natasha smiles at you like she knows something you don’t.

“What?!”

“Is this Tony’s new assistant?” a voice adds.

It’s a man- Hawkeye, you think.

He extends his hand with a smirk, “My name’s Clint, nice to meet you.”

You shake his hand firmly, but your eyes don’t leave the redhead’s face.

“Pleasure, really. But what’s going on, Natasha?”

“Tony’s taking you to lunch,” she huffs.

“Yeah? And? It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s a huge deal,” a third voice adds.

This one, you know for sure.

Pepper Potts.

“It’s just lunch,” you sigh, exasperatedly.

“Stark doesn’t do ‘just lunch’,” Clint tells you matter-of-factly, “never ever.”

“Not when I was his assistant,” Natasha states.

“Or when I was before Natasha,” Pepper adds.

“Tony does company lunches sure, but never ever one-on-one,” Clint finishes.

Your stomach flips nervously in your stomach.

“So then why me? Why how?”

The redhead looks at you with that smirk of hers again, “who’s to know?”

She looks at her watch, “and I believe you’ll be late if you don’t leave now.”

You jump up from your chair, cursing.

“We’ll talk later.”

You try to ignore the eyes that follow you as you walk to the elevator.

For as tall as the building is, the ride down in the elevator is fast. When you emerge into the lobby, you’re relieved to find that you beat Tony downstairs.

Only by a few seconds though, it seems, because he emerges from another elevator only moments later.

He spots you instantly and gives you the smile you always see him use on the news.

When he approaches you, he brushes your arm gently, guiding the both of you to where his car is stowed away- A car that is nicer than anything you’ve ever seen, nicer even than your own home.

Like a gentleman, your boss grabs your door before you can and opens it for you. He extends his other hand to help you into the low-riding car and you willingly accept. When your palms touch, a spark shoots up your arm and you just barely withhold a shiver.

Then, the door shuts resoundly.

*****

You don’t bother reaching for your door handle, because you know you’ll only be stopped before you even get the chance.

Tony is around to the passenger side door so fast you wonder if he hopped out while the car was still rolling.

The brunette holds out his hand to help you out of the car and sparks run through your body at his touch, even after all this time.

Once he’s shut the door behind you, his hand moves from yours to wrap around your waist and rest lovingly on your hip.

“Why thank you, Mr. Stark,” you tease, “quite the gentleman.”

Tony presses a searing kiss to your lips that sends your stomach up in butterflies.

“You’re welcome, Mrs. Stark.”

[mintyys-blog]

NEEDLES AND NUMBNESS— avengers x reader

WARNINGS: self harm (in the form of piercings and tattoos), denial.

You always had an excuse.

“It’s just for aesthetics,” you’d say when someone questioned the fresh silver glint on your ear, your nose, or even your eyebrow.

“It’s a hobby,” you’d insist when Natasha caught you in the common room, disinfecting a sewing needle with a lighter.

“It makes me feel better,” you whispered once, but only to yourself.

And at first, it was just aesthetics. You liked how piercings looked, how they made you feel like you had control over your own body. But then, somewhere along the way, it became something else. A sharper kind of control. A more dangerous kind of release.

The moment the needle pressed against your skin, there was a pause—a deep breath—before the sharp sting sliced through the numbness you’d been drowning in. The pain reminded you that you were real. That you were here.

At first, the team didn’t notice. After all, you were an adult. If you wanted to poke holes in your body, that was your choice. But then the piercings became too frequent. Too reckless.

You stopped waiting for them to heal properly before making new ones. Your skin was always irritated, raw, and sometimes bruised in places you couldn’t explain away.

Bucky noticed first.

“You ever heard of a piercing gun, doll?” He had tried to joke one evening, nodding toward the butterfly earrings you had forced through your own cartilage. The skin around them was red, swollen. It had to hurt. “Well, actually piercing guns do more damage then a regular needle.. besides,”

You shrugged. “Where’s the fun in that?”

He frowned. He’d seen habits like this before—in people who needed pain more than they cared for decoration. But he didn’t push. Not yet.

Then Natasha started keeping an eye on you. She wasn’t as subtle. When she found a half-used piercing needle on the bathroom sink, she didn’t hide her concern.

“You’re not sterilizing them right,” she said, holding it up like evidence. “This could get infected.”

“It won’t,” you replied automatically. “I know what I’m doing.”

“You sure about that?” Her voice was quiet, sharp.

You turned away.

Then there was Peter. Sweet, observant Peter, who always noticed when something was off even if he didn’t understand why.

“Hey, um…” he rubbed the back of his neck one day, shifting on his feet. “Are you, like… okay?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

His eyes flickered to your hands. You were rolling a fresh piercing needle between your fingers, like a nervous tic.

“You just…” He hesitated. “You’ve been doing a lot of these lately.”

“So?”

“So… it’s just… it kinda seems like you’re hurting yourself.” He bit his lip, clearly afraid of overstepping. “I mean, not that piercings are bad! But like… I dunno, Tony says you barely let them heal before you do another. And Nat said some of them got infected. And I just—” He exhaled. “Are you okay?”

You laughed. A forced, brittle sound. “Obviously.”

But you weren’t.

And they knew it.

A few days later, you strolled into the common room, a smug grin on your face. The team was scattered across the space—Natasha and Bucky on the couch, Tony nursing a drink, Peter scrolling on his phone, and Steve watching the news with a furrowed brow.

“Check this out,” you announced, lifting the hem of your shirt just enough to reveal your new belly button piercing. A small, silver barbell glinted under the light, the skin around it still slightly red.

Peter blinked. “Wait, another one?”

You grinned. “Oh, that’s not all.”

Turning around, you tugged your shirt up further, exposing the small, symmetrical dermal piercings on your lower back. Tiny gems sat embedded in your skin, catching the light just right. “They’ll take a while to heal but aren’t they pretty?”

Natasha’s expression darkened instantly. “Y/N.”

“What?” You feigned innocence, letting your shirt drop. “I went to a professional this time. Happy?”

“You paid someone to stab you instead of doing it yourself,” Tony said dryly. “Huge improvement.”

Steve sighed, rubbing his temples. “Y/N, we just had this conversation.”

“It’s different now,” you argued. “I’m not doing them at home anymore. It’s just body modding—nothing wrong with that.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes. “But why so many, so fast?”

You hesitated.

“You really want an answer?” You scoffed. “Because I like it. Because it makes me feel good. Because for five minutes, I actually feel something.”

The room fell silent.

Peter looked away. Natasha exhaled through her nose, clearly trying to hold back whatever she really wanted to say.

Bucky, though, just watched you, his jaw tight.

“Y/N,” he said carefully, “that’s not as different as you think.”

You crossed your arms. “Yeah? Well, it’s my body.”

“And we’re your family,” Natasha shot back, standing up. “And we’re worried.”

You swallowed hard.

You didn’t want to hear this.

Didn’t want them to be right.

Didn’t want to stop.

So you forced a smile. “Relax, guys. I’m done now.”

A lie.

A perfect, believable, practiced lie.

You turned on your heel before anyone could argue, ignoring the way Bucky and Natasha exchanged glances behind you.

Stopping was easy.

For a while.

Days passed, then weeks, and you didn’t touch a piercing needle. The team watched you closely, but they seemed satisfied with your promise.

But the itch remained. That deep, hollow ache for something.

And then, one day, as you walked past a tattoo parlor, it hit you.

You stepped inside without thinking. The buzzing of the machines filled your ears, and your fingers twitched at the sound.

“You got an appointment?” the artist asked.

You hesitated.

“No,” you admitted. “But I need one.”

The first tattoo was small. Just a little design on your wrist. The pain was different from piercing—deeper, slower. But it worked. It grounded you.

Then came another. And another.

Soon, the team started noticing again.

“That’s new,” Natasha said one evening, nodding toward the fresh ink on your arm.

You shrugged. “Tattoos are cool.”

She frowned but didn’t press.

Bucky, though? He wasn’t so easily fooled.

“This isn’t about the tattoos, is it?” he asked one night, catching you as you traced a fresh design, skin still swollen and raw.

You looked away.

“It’s just a hobby,” you said.

His jaw tightened. “That’s what you said about the piercings.”

You forced a smile. “At least this one’s permanent.”

His expression darkened, but you walked away before he could say more.

Because this wasn’t self-harm.

It wasn’t.

It was just another hobby.

Right?

…Right?

Piercings and tattoos are a form of self-expression, but when done excessively, recklessly, or for the pain rather than the art, they can become self-harm. If someone is piercing themselves unsafely, ignoring aftercare, or compulsively getting modifications for the sensation rather than the aesthetic, it may be a sign of a deeper struggle.

Body modifications can be addictive—the sting of the needle, the rush of adrenaline, and the sense of control can create a cycle that’s hard to break. If you’re seeking pain more than the art, feeling restless without new modifications, or using them to cope with emotional distress, it might be time to reassess.

Loving tattoos and piercings is okay, but they should be about self-expression, not self-destruction. If you’re struggling, know that you’re not alone, and there are healthier ways to cope. Seeking help doesn’t mean giving up body mods—it means making sure they truly serve you, not harm you.

[presidentpoppy]

I can’t believe this show dude they had Iron Man asking Henchbun out on a date… he thinks he can fix him 💀

(jk! just a screenshot edit I did)

[darkredsugarcookie]

The Tower - Bucky Barnes x Stark's Daughter

Author note: hey hunny bunnies okay so this is also going up on wattpad and it will be more cohesive there, but this is the official start to The Tower, the original fic that The Pressure of His Lips is from. Most of this is proofread by @averyjoyysworld (love you sunshine) but feel free to let me know if I missed anything!

Summary:

Money, Sex, Power. Love that's not supposed to be.

Cassandra Stark is a twenty year old up and coming model in Manhattan, New York. She's used to the spotlight- She's been in it her whole life, alongside her best friend.

Cass is the party heiress that intimidates a room just by walking in. She doesn't bond, doesn't care, doesn't love.

Until one thing leads to another and suddenly her best friend's uncle, her father's enemy, the only man she should absolutely not want is the one pulling her in. And Cassandra is left to discover that being loved right can set a lot of things straight.

Or not.

Warnings (not specifically for this part, but in general): alcohol use, mentions of past SA, violence, descriptions of wounds and blood, explicit language, unplanned pregnancy (not upon the main character), drug use, descriptions of nightmares, hints at EDs, eventual smut

Prologue

The sun cast right into my eyes, a stark reminder that I had forgotten to close the curtains the night before. It was a patch of warmth on the mound of blankets on my queen sized bed, the floor to ceiling windows always too pretty to be perfect.

My head was aching with the thrum of a hangover, my body moving like mud through the mess of deep purple and black blankets. “Jarvis, shut the blinds,” I muttered, pushing my bangs back from my face. 

I had every intention of going back to sleep when I heard “September” by Earth, Wind, and Fire start playing from the main room. 

Damn it, Peter.

My bedroom door swung open, the weight of my best friend dropping onto my mattress as she pulled the blankets from my face. “Avery?” I groaned, shoving her away. 

“I was gone for a week and this is how you react?” she said. 

I immediately sat up and pulled her into a hug. “Do not ever leave me here with these crazy people ever again,” I replied. “I almost went insane.”

“I’m sure you were fine,” she assured. “Big day.”

“What do you mean?” I said as I shoved off the blankets, retrieving a pair of sweats from the floor. My eyes hurt a little from falling asleep in my makeup. “Jarvis, open the blinds. Sorry, buddy.”

I snagged the makeup wipes from my vanity to try and get most of the makeup off as I took the iced coffee she offered me. “My uncle is moving in today, remember?”

Groaning, I rubbed my eyes. “Damn it. I forgot about that.” 

Despite the fact I practically knew him as well as I knew everyone else. Avery talked about him constantly— he bordered on being a better father than her own and she was ecstatic that he was finally coming back from the recovery program in Wakanda. 

I knew all the same things everyone else did. I knew his past, all the reasons my dad wasn’t a fan of him being here. It’d been a back and forth fight for months before he finally agreed.

“This will certainly be interesting,” I said as I walked into my bathroom to clean up. Avery followed, parking herself on the closed toilet seat. 

“You’ve met him before,” she said as I splashed warm water over my face. 

“Yeah, like two years ago,” I replied. “And for five minutes.” 

“But he was nice.”

“I thought he was hot. We didn’t speak enough for me to figure out if he’s nice or not.”

Avery rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. You guys will get along fine. He’s nothing like my dad.”

“Thank God.”

Steve Rogers was the bane of my existence. From his insistent need to demean and belittle my best friend to his constant pity party since his wife left almost ten years ago, I couldn't stand him. Natasha always told me that’s what made me most like my dad. 

“I promise not to be too mean,” I said as I dug my skincare from the cabinet. “Besides, we were like, what, eighteen the last time we saw him? When he was in town for a few days?” 

“You were eighteen,” she corrected. “I was sixteen.” Avery shoved her blonde curls back from her face. “It’ll be a good change of pace.”

“We’ll see.”

“What are you doing today?” she asked as she scrolled through her phone.

“I have a photoshoot in two hours. Wanna come?” 

  “Oh my god, yes,” she replied. “Can we get Taco Bell after?” 

“After,” I responded. “But yes. Go get ready.” 

She shot up from her seat and kissed my cheek before rushing out of the room.  I really needed to get started on planning her birthday.

By the time we got back to the tower, the sun was setting over the city and the way they’d curled my hair today was starting to bother me. Avery was at my side, helping shove the door open as my hands were full of iced coffee, my Vogue copy from the mail, my purse, and my bag of clothes. “No, please!” I begged. “I won’t keep you out forever, I just really want to go. Just a few hours!” 

“No,” Avery laughed as we walked into the foyer. “Not happening. I have an essay due tonight.”

“You’re dropping out anyway,” I said, to which she violently shushed me. I stopped and stared at her. “You haven’t told him yet.”

“I’m working on it.”

“Avery.”

“I’ll do it, okay?” She set her bag on the counter and turned back to me. 

“You really need to—” 

But she saw something over my shoulder and shoved past me, leaving me to follow her with my eyes in confusion. 

I set down my things, blowing out a breath as I saw her run right into his arms. 

Or… maybe? No, there’s no way that’s him. 

“Cassandra, there you are,” Dad said, waving me over. “Come be polite.” “I’m your daughter, manners aren’t exactly my thing.”

He rolled his eyes. “That’s—”

“It’s fine, Stark,” Bucky said, giving his niece another squeeze around the shoulders. “I remember her. Cassandra, right?”

I nodded, but I was a little focused on the fact that he was significantly… bigger than when I last saw him. His hair was a little longer, reaching past his chin, but those blue eyes hadn’t changed. “Cass,” I corrected. “I only get called Cassandra when I’m in trouble.”

A small smile pulled at his lips. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You’ll be upstairs,” Dad said. “Steve’s room is up there too. Spoiled bastard.”

Avery snorted. “He prefers the ‘space,’” she said, rolling her eyes. 

“Go easy on your old man, bug,” Bucky said, nudging her shoulder. 

A small laugh escaped me at the irony of that statement. When he looked up at me, a quizzical look on his face, I just said, “You’ll see. I’m going out.”

“Cass—” Avery started. 

“Offer is still open, sunshine,” I said as I backed away. I shoved my wine red hair from my face, turning around to grab my things. I glanced back at the man standing in the middle of everyone. If I could… 

No. Pull it together. “It’s good to have a new face around here,” I said. 

His eyes glanced over me before he nodded. “Thanks.” 

By the time I got to my car, my phone chimed with a text from Avery. 

Avery <3: I love you, but I know that look. 

Me: What look?

Avery <3: Your “I’m gonna eat him alive” look.

Me: I am not. Too much risk for an unlikely reward.

Me: You coming or not?

Avery <3: omw

[creative-caramel-coffee]

The Ebony Wings of Hydra - CH 2

Pairings: Wanda x R

Word count: 2.2K

Summary: you have a nightmare and Wanda and nat help you.

TW: panic attack, flashback, death (mentioned), nightmares, touch deprivation, touch therapy

A/n a very fluffy (and kinda short) chapter for y’all :)

They had given you a room. Not a cell. A whole room to yourself. When Wanda had shown it to you, she watched with an amused grin as you paced and inspected every small part of it.

After your shopping spree you had a set of coloured pencils, paints, markers and a whole host of mechanical pencils, rubbers and even a premium sketchbook. Wanda had insisted after she caught you drawing in the communal lounge.

*flashback*

“Hey y/n have you seen my-“ Wanda said walking into the room pausing by your shoulder. You were sat drawing on a piece of scrap paper. So involved in it you hadn’t noticed her presence. “Wow.” Wanda said unintentionally. You flinched, not having heard her get closer.

“Sorry.” Wanda said with a small smile cross grimace. “That’s really amazing y/n” she said pointing. You grinned sheepishly and cover it with spread fingers the tips of your ears turning pink. Wanda reached over your shoulder and pried your fingers away with little resistance. The drawing was Wanda in the kitchen cooking pancakes from earlier that morning. “You really have a skill y/n.” Wanda said smiling softly. “Im defiantly talking to Steve about getting you some more art supplies. You cant keep using this” she gestured to the 50c mechanical pencil you were holding. You frowned “why not?” You said and Wanda laughed.

“Its not very artist-y i honestly don’t even know where you found that. Tony hates cheap stationary.” She grinned.

“I think pepper keeps replacing Tony’s fancy pens with them. I caught her swapping them and she explained his pet peeve and how hers is him not turning up to meetings so this is her payback.” You grinned. Wanda looked slightly shocked.

“You met pepper?”

“Yeah after breakfast i was looking for tony to thank him. She gave me one of them” you grinned.

*end flashback*

It had now been almost 24 hours since you first arrived. The team was adjusting to your presence but most weren’t at the compound. Clint was with his kids. Nat was on a mission but was supposed to be getting home soon. Bruce was in his lab. Bucky and Sam had to go on a mission with Steve. Wanda and you had been spending time together. And tony seemed to be getting mad about something and had locked himself in his lab where pepper had been bringing him food between her meetings claiming he can’t live off coffee. Peter was busy with school and Kate and Yelena were who knows where.

The last 24 hours had been frustrating for tony, he was desperate to know how you were enhanced. But Friday didn’t know either just saying you had modified genetics and since tony had freaked you out in the med bay, aside from thanking him, Wanda and Natasha had barred him from seeing you until you were better.

It was now 11pm, you had stayed up late and started a new drawing. You tossed and turned for a bit, as nice as it was you were unused to a bed and it was too soft to sleep on. After a few minutes you grabbed the blanket and a pillow and moved to the floor. Sighing it felt more familiar. It wasn’t long until the exhaustion caught up and you drifted off.

Nat had just gotten back. She had a drink of water in the kitchen and had showered at the safe house before coming back. Now she just wanted to slip into something comfy and go to sleep. She caught the elevator back to her floor. She shared the level with the other girls, you and Wanda and sometimes Yelena when she stayed at the tower. There was also the spare room which was Kate’s when she was here.

Stepping off the elevator nat chuckled at the flickering lights and muffled sounds from under Wanda’s door. She had obviously fallen asleep watching sitcoms again. Nat carefully opened the door, whispering to Friday to turn it off once she saw Wanda asleep. Friday turned it off and nat turned out the light before leaving. Wandas little red nightlight glowed softly. Since Pietro died she found the dark suffocating and it was always so much worse when she woke in a cold sweat from a nightmare in the dark. Nat was the only one who knew as she suggested and bought it for Wanda after calming her down one night.

Nat’s feet carried her down the hall she pausing at your door listening for movement to see if you were sleeping. She frowned. Small whimpers could be heard past the door. Just as nat placed her hand on the door knob a blood curdling scream came from within the room. Nat was inside in an instance. Almost panicking when she saw the empty bed until her gaze lowered to where you sat shaking on the floor. She slowly came to your side. Tears were streaming down your face. White knuckled hands gripped the blanket as you shuddered with each uneven breath you drew. Your eyes were flitting fast around the room the darkness drowning you.

Nat was by your side carefully she pried your hands from the blanket replacing them with her own hands. She squeezed them to try and draw you back. Nat looked into your eyes, her mouth was moving but you heard no words. Nat’s breathing was exaggerated and subconsciously you began to mimic it.

“Good thats good. Your doing so well y/n.” She said and you nodded tears still streaming down your face. “Fri, lights at 20%” then the lights began to slowly become brighter. You flinched and nat went back to comforting you. Neither of you had noticed Wanda standing in the doorway. After a few moments you threw yourself at nat. She stiffened not expecting it before relaxing and wrapping her arms around you. You sniffled and buried your teary face in her chest.

“Shh shh shhh” nat said rubbing her hand up and down your back softly. Nat looked up for the first time nodding to Wanda. Wanda nodded back mouthing “is she ok?” Nat nodded mouthing back.

“Nightmare.” Wanda nodded again and came and sat beside nat. Wanda began drawing shapes on your thigh. Soon small snores came from Nat’s lap as the two realised you were asleep.

“Should we move her to the bed?” Wanda asked.

“Its more comfortable than the floor. But for some reason she was sleeping on the floor when i came in.” Nat frowned.

“Understandable i did the same when I first came here. Its more like a cell. Shes more used to it than the bed.” Wanda explained. Carefully nat shifted to stand with you in her arms. Sleepily you clung to her. Wanda chuckled.

“Need any help?”

“No. But i think i am going to stay here tonight in case she has another nightmare. Can you watch her while i get changed? Ill only be a minute.” Nat said, carefully placing you on the bed.

“Sure no problem.” Wanda said watching you start wriggling on the bed. Wanda sat down rubbing a hand on your back you sought her out and snuggled into her leg and went still once more aside from the steady rise and fall for your chest.

“Thanks Wanda.” Nat said. She left quickly and changed. Returning to find Wanda asleep with you curled into her side. Nat chuckled quietly slipping out and unplugging Wanda’s night light from her room and plugging it in into your room instead. She pull the sheets over the three of you and went to sleep. You slept the rest of the night. Waking in the cold darkness had been a bit too much like your cell and it had been what triggered the panic attack after the nightmare you had because it was like you were still there.

The next morning you woke to the feeling of arms around you. You stiffened before last night came back to you. You groaned softly and opened your eyes. Nat looked down at you from where she sat against the headboard of the bed reading.

“Morning sleepy head.” She whispered and grinned down at you. It must be Wanda’s arms around your midsection then you thought to yourself.

“Morning.” You said, morning voice quiet gravelly with the absence of moisture.

You noticed the soft red glow from the table by Nat’s side of the bed.

“Um. Nat?” You whispered.

“Yes y/n?” She said looking up again from the book tucked between her knees.

“You didn’t need to bring in a night light.” You blushed unsure how she knew about what you felt last night.

“Oh. Its Wanda’s.” Nat said and you seemed to deflate. “Why? Do you want one?” Nat said softly. You merely swallowed and her gaze softened more. “There’s nothing wrong with it y/n.”

“Its just… last night after i woke i couldn’t see and i felt like… like… I was back there.” You said. Wandas arms seemed to tighten around you.

“Thank you for telling me y/n I’ll be sure to order anther one today. Do you have a colour your prefer?” She asked placing in a bookmark to the spine of her book.

“Um not really. Just not yellow or orange. Red is ok. But the alarm lights in the cell. The ones that came on during attacks or when the siren went on was, were yellow and orange. So, please not those colours if thats ok.”

“That’s perfectly fine thank you for telling me.” Nat said.

“I said the same thing.” Wanda said from behind you and you chuckled slightly. Wanda withdrew her arms seemingly unbothered by the previous contact. You missed it almost. No. You defiantly missed it. Years without friendly contact had left you severely touch starved. So much so that you craved even the most basic touch. Wanda seemed to sense your change in mood.

“Y/n?” She asked slowly.

“Yeah?” You swallowed.

“Did you share a cell in hydra.”

“No? Why?” You said and Wanda frowned.

“Not once?” She asked and nat seemed to catch on but you still hadn’t.

“No.” You shook your head propping yourself up on your elbows.

“Y/n do you know what touch starvation is?” Nat asked placing her book on the bedside.

“Vaguely?” You said.

“Well you should expect a lot more contact from the both of us from now on sweetie. And daily cuddles from whichever one of us you would prefer.” Nat said softly.

“Ok.” You said softly averting you gaze.

“Hey.” Nat said softly using her finger to guide your head up by the underside of your chin until you locked eyes. “Its ok. Your safe now.” She said and after the moment passed Wanda slipped out from behind you. She walked over to the bathroom.

“Hey y/n do you mind if i use your bathroom.”

“Not at all. Go ahead.” You said. And Wanda smiled slipping inside and shutting the door. After a couple of moments the door opened again and Wanda’s head popped out.

“Y/n you don’t have any toiletries?”

“Um yeah? Hydra didn’t really send us many care packages.” You said.

“Friday order everything off my list on Amazon called basic toiletries.”

“Yes Ms Maximoff right away.”

“We will not have you using Tony’s tiny Ironman branded hotel soaps.” She said and grinned before disappearing inside again and shutting the door once more.

“So? Which ones did you get?” Nat said with a grin.

“What do you mean?”

“Tony being tony has made his shampoo and conditioners a collectable set. There are twelve different pictures of tony in his suit. He made some harder to find than others. Don’t tell anyone but I’ve been trying to complete the set since i first came here.” She grinned and you laughed behind you hand.

“I don’t know. Its his suit but its not. Its blue kinda?” You said.

“Omg you have the pepper set.”

“The pepper set?”

“Pepper would only let tony do something so self centred if she was allowed to be on one of them in her suit.” Nat grinned. “I’ll defiantly be taking them because i don’t have that one yet. Tony being petty made it one of the less common ones just to spite pepper.” Nat giggled. Your jaw dropped.

“Pepper has a suit?”

“Yeah but she doesn’t fight or anything. Tony wont let her. Its more a security measure. Just in case she needs to be protected.” Nat nodded. A moment later Wanda emerged from the bathroom.

“Im going to go start on breakfast.” She said.

“Don’t bother.” Nat said “Clint’s been in the kitchen since 5am. He wanted to surprise us with a visit and rub it in Tony’s face that he can cook without burning it.”

Wanda giggled. “Well in that case.” She said slipping back under the sheets. “Its time to start y/n’s daily cuddles.” You blushed deeply as Wanda snuggled up to your side.

“Is this ok y/n?” Wanda asked.

“Y-yes.” You said and Wanda smiled.

“Good.” She draped an arm over your stomach as she buried her face in your side.

“Wandas very cuddly in the mornings.” Nat chuckled. “Normally I’m the one who gets the cuddles.” She said.

“Well feel free to join.” Wanda mumbled and nat smiled placing a hand on your leg.

MASTERLIST

[rosieshipper]

Hey kiddo. It’s Tony. I mean- you probably knew that, cause you’re my kiddo. Anyway, Aricka told me you were missing me. And I don’t blame you- I’m awesome: who wouldn’t miss me right? But this isn’t about me. This is about you, my Rosie. My kiddo. I miss you just as much as you miss me. I’m on my way home; though, so we can go to the lab and hang out and catch up. I can’t wait to hear about your holiday adventures. Anyway- I’ll be there as soon as I can. *claps hands* it’s time for some quality IronDad and Rosie time.

( @arickaandherfictionalothers )

Arickaaasa

I really needed this thank you!😭😭

[kierancaz]

So desperate to feel something I’ve stooped so low as to putting on a mcu movie

[princessbriarrose]

my ironman fic is finally updated omgggg

[agent-whiskeys-sweetheart]

Marvel Preferences - With A Gamer GF

Bucky - Bucky is a bit of a classic gamer. He can handle an arcade game like no one you’ve ever seen. When you introduce him to the world of at home gaming he is very intrigued. The first few times you show him he simply sits back and watches happily. He enjoys seeing you in your element. Later he asks if he can try. You gladly give up the controller, watching him pick up the game like a fish to water. He’s so good at it. However, he still prefers the classics. So after that he’d rather just sit and watch and go to the arcade from time to time. 

Loki - At first Loki finds your games quite silly. When he sees you playing and you explain to him what you’re doing he would turn his nose up a bit. “Games are for children.” He comments absentmindedly before leaving the room. However he couldn’t help but watch one night and what he saw really impressed him. You moved through the levels with such ease and comfortability that he couldn’t help but stay to watch. After that night, he was hooked. He never wants to play with you but he’s become quite fond of watching. He even praises you often when you beat a level or achieve a task. 

Tony - Tony is a bit of a gamer himself. Not nearly as in depth as you but he knows his way around a controller. He used to love first person shooters. He was actually quite good at them too. However, after what happened in New York he’s been a bit skittish around the more violent games. It feels too immersive sometimes. That’s when you introduce him to some cozier games. He finds that he enjoys gaming much more when there’s not so much pressure. He really likes Minecraft. He could sit there and build with you for hours. The two of you now have a standing Minecraft date every Friday night. 

Steve - Steve is super confused by your games at first. When he sees the high definition graphics and the complex set of tasks he’s kind of blown away, commenting how impressive it is that you can keep track of everything. Wanting to immerse him in your favorite pastime you try to warm him up to playing with you. The first time he actually gets a bit frustrated when he can’t figure it out. However, pretty soon he picks it up and plays with you from time to time. Now you switch off between watching and playing, finding it a delightful way to spend time together. Although he doesn’t admit it, he’d much rather just watch you play rather than picking up a controller for himself. 

Frank - Frank is actually a big gamer himself. He loves to relax on the couch at the end of a tough week and mindlessly play a violent video game. It wasn’t until he met you that he discovered other types of games. He’s warmed up to other genres although his favorite is still the classic first person shooters. The two of you always find time to curl up together and play a game. He’s very lovey when you’re playing together. He’ll usually have you situated between his legs, wrapping his arms around your waist as he maneuvers the controller. It’s his favorite when you play shooter games with him. There’s something about seeing you so expertly handle a gun in game that just does something to him. He loves gaming even more after meeting you. Something about that time together is very special to him. 

Stephen - Stephen does not game. He finds the whole notion kind of below him. He would never deny you something that made you happy though. So he does try. There have been a handful of occasions where he’s sat and watched you play although in all instances he ended up falling asleep on the couch. There have also been a handful of times when you’ve both played together. He indulges you just because he loves you so much but it’s not something that happens very often. When it does he usually quits within an hour, finding some excuse to be done early. He’d much rather just leave you to yourself when you’re gaming, letting you do what makes you happy without any kind of interruption. 

Vision - Vision is naturally a whiz at games. It’s not his favorite hobby but there are definitely times when he is in the mood to game with you. He likes puzzle games the best. Anything that engages the mind. He loves watching you work out the complex rules and steps in order to win. Your intelligence is incredibly attractive to him so seeing your beautiful sexy brain in action is absolutely peak for him. Although for him, a good majority of the games you play are somewhat boring to him since he finds them so simple. His favorite moments are when he is cooking dinner and can watch you playing your game from the kitchen as he works. It’s the perfect amount of stimulation and entertainment for him. He’d much rather do that. 

Druig - Druig does like to game with you. He gets very competitive when he does though. Part of you loves it and part of you hates it. It doesn’t matter what the game is, he can always find a way to make a competition out of it. If you’re playing a first person shooter, he’ll bet you he can kill more bad guys than you. If it’s a puzzle game, he guarantees he can solve the puzzle faster than you. If it’s a farming game, he’s sure that he’ll grow more crops than you do. It’s all in a joking spirit though. He never actually means to compete with you. He just finds your huffy little reactions quite entertaining. It’s especially fun when you get into the spirit of it with him, trying to beat him at whatever challenge he’s given you at that moment. 

Dane - Dane is really bad at games but he’s got the spirit. It’s always so delightful when you watch him playing a game. It’s never frustrating or hindering. You just patiently guide him through the tasks, watching intently as he completes them one at a time. You find that farming games are really good to play with him. He’s better at those than any other kind of game. You just give him one task at a time. As he completes a task he’ll happily ask what he can do next. It’s kind of funny sometimes but you would never tell Dane how bad he is. You just keep letting him think he’s a game whiz and enjoying his company as the two of you play together. It’s also nice when he scoots close by your side and links arms with you as you play. 

@buckyhoney @paintballkid711 @the-mechanical-angel @readsalot73 @roxypeanut @sheerfreesia007 @ahopelessromanticwritersworld @balenciagabucky @fireinmoonshot  @greenorangevioletgrass @star-spangled-man @unearthlydust @crispyimagines17 @clints-lucky-arrow @waspswidows​​​

[mellohisan]

workshopping a marvel self insert design! and yes i do self ship w tony stark we all saw it coming dont act surprised now

i do self insert comms!

[msmk11]

Tony Stark Masterlist

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🦾 Never Ever - 1.3k

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- Series -

- Blurbs -

[meridian-gold]

do i even have a personality at this point? or am i just an amalgamation of all the fictional characters ive ever loved?

[space-mermaid-writing]

A Starksona I made a while ago based on an outfit I wore exactly once. Is this 98% self-insert? You bet it is!

[darkredsugarcookie]

The Tower - Chapter 2 - Bucky Barnes x OC

Author note: hi hunny bunnies! sorry this took so long it's been a bit, but we're back! Finally getting somewhere with this chapter so I hope you love it! let me know if anyone wants to be added to the tag-list xx

If you haven't, make sure you read Chapter One :)

Tags: @cats-chaotic-mind @averyjoyysworld

Warnings: alcohol use, profanity, Cassandra Stark (she's a valid warning tbh)

It was either my downfall or my saving grace standing in front of me. But he hadn’t said anything yet, so I wasn’t sure which. 

“Will you put a Stephen Sanchez quote on my tombstone?” Avery asked me. 

“Only if you put a Taylor Swift one on mine.” 

I internally scolded myself. Bad time to pick a shirt that says 'eat your girl out or I will'. Dumbass.

Bucky zeroed in on where we were sitting and I suddenly felt like we were being hunted. But his eyes were only on me. I grew warm under his stare and I knew what it meant. I was the one in trouble here.

“What are you guys doing?” he asked, his hands balled into fists at his sides. His hair was a little messy, probably from an attempt at sleep, and the black sweats and red long sleeve told me he wasn’t planning on being out tonight. 

“Hey,” I said as casually as I could. “Um… Pizza break?” 

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” 

I rolled my eyes and Avery cut in. “We just wanted to get out of the house!” 

“You stay out of this right now. You’re lucky if I don’t tell your dad about your little adventure.” 

She got very quiet. 

“Thanks,” I said to her. “How did you know we were here?” 

“I tracked her phone,” Bucky said. 

“Okay, stalker.”

Bad joke. The look on his face told me that was a very bad joke. “What if you were in trouble? Do you even have a weapon on you?” 

Sighing, I folded my arms. “Yes.”

“Really?” Disbelief sat in his tone.

“No, but I normally do! Just not tonight. We just came out for some food.” 

A storm brewed behind those eyes. That stare had me shifting in my seat. “Up. Both of you. We’re going home.” 

That was the most awkward fifteen minute walk of my life. None of us said anything to each other until we walked back into the main house level. Avery stopped only a few feet into the living room. “Are you gonna tell my dad?” she asked. 

Bucky glanced at me for some reason before answering her. “I… I don’t know. Are you drunk?” 

“She doesn’t drink when we go out,” I said, stepping in front of her. “She doesn’t do anything. Half the time she doesn’t even talk to anyone. It’s my fault, okay?” 

“I didn’t ask you, Cass.” 

Anger burned in my chest. I stared at him, unyielding. He could tell on me all he wanted. Hell, he could call me an alcoholic or something and I’d laugh, but there was no room here to make Avery feel bad about herself when it was my fault we were out in the first place. 

“Avery, go to bed,” Bucky said. 

“But—” She started. 

“Go to bed, kid.” He didn’t look away from me once. 

I glanced at her as she squeezed my hand and walked down the hall. Neither of us spoke until I heard her door shut. “She doesn’t deserve that.”

“Then why was she out with you?” 

“Doesn’t matter. She didn’t do anything wrong. You want to get someone busted for drinking, pick on me.” 

“You are taking advantage of the fact that your father doesn’t care enough.” he stepped closer and it took all of me not to back up. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” I challenged. 

He hesitated then and I couldn’t ignore the small grin on my lips.

“Gotcha.” I turned around, walking into the kitchen to set down my phone. 

“That’s not what I meant.” He braced his hands on the counter, leaning forward as I poured myself a glass of water. I was halfway ignoring him. I knew how to sit through a lecture. “Cass.” I continued about the kitchen, pulling my hair down from the ponytail I’d tied it up in when Avery and I were eating. “Cassandra.”

It was an effort not to smile at him resorting to using my full name. 

Without a warning, he rounded the counter and grabbed my wrist to stop me in my tracks. “Look at me,” he said quietly. 

I sucked in a breath, my heart immediately racing against my chest. For a moment I just stared up at him, trying to decipher why the hell my heart was beating so fast. I wasn’t scared of him. I’d never been scared of him. He might be acting weird, yeah, but Bucky would never hurt me. “Tell me what you meant,” I said. 

Confliction passed over his face. “Your dad loves you, Cass, but he doesn’t protect you. Not like he should.” 

“Says you,” I retorted. “What were you doing up so late to realize we were gone?” 

He sighed, his thumb stroking my skin where he still held my arm. “That… is unimportant. What matters is that you were gone and considering the fact that you told everyone goodnight, that meant no one knew you’d left. These streets aren’t safe when you’re alone.” 

“I had Avery.”

“She’s like five-foot-nothing, Cass.”

“She’d be very offended if she heard that.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Good thing she’s not here.” He glanced down for a moment. 

“My eyes are up here,” I teased. 

He looked back up at me. “I was reading your shirt.”

I grinned. “Did your ego just take a hit?”

Bucky shrugged, releasing my arm. “If that statement is true, I have nothing to worry about.”

I let out the smallest gasp. 

“Finish that water and go to bed.” He stepped back, leaving the kitchen. 

“Yes, sir,” I replied. 

“And don’t call me that.”

I rolled my eyes before leaning over the counter, my face in my hands. I was burning up. That vodka was kicking in. 

I used to think there was nothing worse than having to go to class hungover. I now knew that it was even worse to wake up to direct sunlight and yelling in the living room when hungover. 

At first, I was tempted to try and sleep through it, but one of those voices didn’t belong in an argument that heated. It shot adrenaline straight through me and I immediately rushed out in the living room. I was only in my pajama bottoms and a hoodie, but I didn’t care. Something was wrong. 

I squinted against the light, ignoring the pounding in my head as I hurried into the living room. “What is going on?”

I took in the scene. Steve and Avery stood in front of the fireplace, Bucky leaning against the wall in the corner. Nat was in the kitchen, watching from a distance. My dad was sitting on the couch, seemingly only a little annoyed. 

“Have you not learned your lesson?” Steve snapped at Avery as she held her arms to herself. 

“Nothing even happened! I wasn’t doing anything wrong!” 

“What you were doing is a gateway.”

“Hello?!” I stepped up beside her. “What are you so pissed about?” 

“Cassandra,” Dad warned. 

“Do you not have something to say to her?” Steve said to my dad, who shrugged. 

“She’s a twenty year old girl. Twenty year old girls party. Sometimes they drink. It’s the 21st century, Cap. As long as she’s safe.” Dad looked at me. “Did you drive?”

“No.” 

“Are you pregnant?” 

“No!”

He looked at Steve again and held his hands out as if to say, “there you go.”

“That is not the bottom line for success that I want for my kid, Stark.” 

“Dad,” Avery started. “It’s fine. Everything was fine. We were safe, we were on our way home when Bucky found us.” 

“Bucky didn’t seem to think you were safe or he wouldn’t have told me.”

That’s when it clicked through my drowsy brain what had happened. I turned around and faced the man in the corner. “This is your fault.”

He didn’t say anything. His eyes fell to the ground and I faced the man in front of me again. “She didn’t do anything wrong,” I said. “If you’re gonna yell at someone, yell at me. Avery is doing everything she can to make you happy!” 

“That’s not the point—” 

“Sure seems like it.”

“Hasn’t this gone a little far?” Nat budded in, coming from the kitchen. “Rogers, she’s a kid. She went to a party, she didn’t rob a bank.” 

“So no one understands how serious this is?” 

“I think we understand that you’re being dramatic,” I said. 

“Cass,” Nat hissed at me. “Stop it.” 

“Please,” Avery said quietly. “Can we just let this be over with?” 

Steve took a step forward and I caught myself stepping between them. He looked right at her as he spoke. “Not until you understand that this road leads to you being exactly like your mother.” 

“Woah,” Dad said, finally standing. “That’s enough.” 

I saw the moment tears welled in her eyes and it was like something in me snapped. I didn’t even realize I was moving towards him until an arm wrapped around me from behind hauling me back. 

Now everyone was yelling. 

Nat pulled Steve back. “Being an asshole to your kid is not going to fix your relationship problems.” 

Dad wrapped his arm around Avery’s shoulders. “Barnes, get them out of here.”

“No,” I started. “I want to stay—”

“Go, Cassandra.” 

I shut my mouth and listened for once in my life. 

In her bedroom, Avery switched back and forth between crying and yelling for half an hour. I sat on the bed, occasionally glancing at Bucky, who stood in the corner and looked really concerned. 

Finally, she nearly collapsed on the floor with her back against the bed. I climbed down and sat next to her, wrapping my arm around her. “He didn’t mean it,” I said quietly. “He’s just a dad. Dads say things they don’t mean when they’re upset.” 

She didn’t respond, but instead looked up at the man in the corner. “I thought you’d have my back,” she said, her voice wavering in a way that made my heart shatter in my chest. “You’re supposed to be my friend too. Not just his.” 

Bucky took a breath and walked over, taking the chair from her desk to sit in front of us. “When your dad and I were kids, it was my job to look after him. To keep him safe.” 

Avery and I glanced at each other, but kept quiet. 

“I did my best— or what I thought was my best. And you know what happened?” Bucky stared at the floor like he was watching it all replay. “He signed up to be a test subject for a science project and went off to war. I blame myself for it.”

Avery wiped her eyes. “But isn’t he better for it?” 

“We can say that now, can’t we?” Bucky said. “But at the time it felt like I failed.” 

I watched him and the way he struggled but managed to look at her with the most sincerity I’d ever seen from him. “I don’t want to fail you either, bug. I don’t want you to hate me, but if that’s the price of keeping you safe…” He finished with a shrug and I felt her ease up a little. 

“That’s a stupid theory,” she said, but I could tell she didn’t mean it. 

“You want ice cream?” I asked. She nodded. I got up and walked to the door. “We’ll be back.” I gave Bucky a pointed look, nodding towards the door.

After a moment of hesitation, he followed me out into the hall. I grabbed my purse from my room and snuck to the elevator in the back hall. “Why am I coming?” Bucky asked. 

“Because I have some questions for you.” 

I didn’t take my car very often, but today was an exception. Driving was like therapy for me and boy did I need some of that right now. “Why’d you do it?” I asked. 

I didn’t get an answer right away. Instead, I heard Bucky sigh. “Because it’s what’s best.”

“Sitting back so she can get yelled at and insulted for an hour is what’s best for her?” I tightened my hands on the steering wheel as I accelerated into the street. “Is that really what you think?” I glanced at him. “I’ve known you for a while. And I know you don’t really think that.”

“It’s complicated, Cass. She’s still a kid.”

“She’s almost nineteen, Bucky.” 

“She’s... The world's gone at her enough. I wanna prevent it anymore if I can.” 

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, well what about your friend’s newfound temper? Because he wasn’t always like that.”

“He’s under a lot of pressure right now with missions.”

“Isn’t everyone?” I sighed, running my hand through my hair. “Listen. I’m doing what I have to in order to keep her from locking herself up in her room for the rest of her life.” 

Bucky looked at me. “What are you talking about?” 

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but she’s retreated a little bit lately. It’s her anxiety.” I signaled to turn onto the next street. 

“What do you mean?” 

“She’s having a hard time with it,” I said. “Her dad’s missions, college, work, relationships. It’s getting to her. She panics easier now than she did a few years ago. Things like this morning will have her off balance for weeks. Her medication isn't working as well.” I glanced at him as I pulled into the parking lot. “I can’t believe you haven’t noticed. Even Nat said something the other day.” “I guess… I’m in my head a lot these days.” “Well, you’re not the only one.” I grabbed my bag and climbed out of the car. “Hurry up.” 

[s0ftandsad]

this was my first one shot! i wrote it last year :)

Word Count: 1,135 Pairing: Tony Stark/Reader

Summary: It's been a while since your break up with Tony Stark. You decided to do a dating detox and focus on yourself. Despite this, Tony has different plans for both of you.

I'm open to any constructive criticism, if any of y'all have something for me.

[rosieshipper]

Happy Father’s Day to the fictional fathers that helped raised me

Tags: @astralshipper @arickaandherfictionalothers @wolfofthedead