Oooh this is all intriguing... Can you share more about "beyond, beyond"? 👀
OOOF okay, so my notes say I’ve had this idea...apparently since March??? But I only started actually writing it last weekend. Essentially it’s inspired by the song Beyond by Leon Bridges.
Here’s a lil snippet from the post-IM2 section. ;)
So, she kisses him, and despite the part of her brain that is screaming about the implications and worries that this is how all of those other girls fell so hard and fast and she’ll be just like the rest…she doesn’t really care.
Because when she kisses Tony on the rooftop, it’s her Tony. The one that the rest of the world outside of herself and Rhodey and Happy doesn’t see. He admits his faults of the past weeks, of the past year. He caresses her hand long before he ever comes close enough to press their lips together.
It is not the wild, hungry kiss of a coming escapade that she’s seen just before exiting a party. It isn’t wanting, convincing.
Their kiss is warm. Tentative. Breathtaking. Romantic, despite the glow around them bleeding over from the literal disaster fires of Stark Expo.
He asks before he takes another. Tony Stark doesn’t ask for what he wants often, but this kiss, her…she thinks it may be among the new list of things he’s wanted to do right. And she’s glad that he waited until he was ready. Glad that she kept her feelings held back for so long, until she was.
Hey!! If you're still doing the tag game— another snippet for the Irondad role reversal AU, please? 👀
yes!!!! have some of teenage tony having good intentions while also being spectacularly unsubtle
Tony helps the homeless man, who introduces himself as Chris, up, and shoves a hundred dollar bill into his hand, ignoring his questions: “What—what did you do to him? What’s that thing on your wrist? Is that a fucking hundred dollars cash? How did you even—”
“Stay safe,” Tony says, stiff, his eloquence evaporated without a threat present, and then he runs.
Happy FFWF! Is there a character or fanfic trope you haven't written yet but would like to try?
Happy late FFWF! I’d really like to try a Platonic Soulmates fic, as well as a Kid Peter fic! I have some ideas for both, so I’m hoping to write them one day
Happy FFWF! What's the shortest fic you've ever written? The longest? Do you like writing short fics or long fics more?
Happy FFWF!
This is a fun question!
For the sake of organization and narrowing down, I’m gonna stick to the fics on my AO3 account.
The shortest fic I’ve ever written was What You Do For Family, a Dean and Jack story that was part of my Comfortember series (which I never finished, but I’ll get there someday...promise XD). Since that’s part of a series, I’m not 100% sure if that counts, so, for fun, outside of the Comfortember series, my shortest fic is S’More Family Time, also a Supernatural fic, this time with Team Free Will 2.0. :)
My longest fic, when it’s all said and done, is more than likely going to be The Diamond Girl, but we have a while to go before that’s anywhere near finished. Second to that is probably going to be my Irondad Big Bang 2021 story, but since that isn’t up yet (coming soon, though!!), my actual current longest finished fic is Who Knew Birthdays Could Be So Complicated, which is my Tony and Peter story from last year’s Irondad Big Bang.
That was probably more detail than you needed lol. Sorry.
In terms of which I like more, I honestly love both for different reasons.
I love writing longer stories and putting in the time to do them, because I love breaking down all the characters and all the plot points and just really giving the story a lot of complexities and background and time.
However, I also love writing shorter stories because I like being able to pace things in a nice way in such a short amount of time and be able to get them done and out there quickly.
That said, I think, overall, I like writing shorter stories more, simply because I can get them done in a short amount of time. I’ve always lived a pretty busy life, so my schedule is often packed, and while I love putting the time into really long and complex stories, sometimes, it’s time I don’t have, so it’s nice to be able to take a small idea and put out a fic in a day based off of it.
That was a really long answer, but thank you so much for asking! <3
happy FFWF! What are some good fics you’ve read recently?
Happy FFWF!
Oh boy I love this question. Let’s take a look into my ao3 history, shall we?
Blood of the Covenant by you @dredfulhapiness! I’m not exaggerating when I say that I’ve literally reread this fic 9 or 10 times. It’s heartwrenching and so beautifully written. Every time I reread it something new sticks out at me and it’s GORGEOUS
built from scraps by @peter-stank. This is a series that started out as an Endgame fix-it but moved into something completely it’s own, unlike any other fanfic that I’ve ever read. Beedee has taken these characters and given them depth beyond anything canon creators could ever even dream of. I’ve been loving reading the lives that she’s given them and the story she’s telling with this fic. (Also, the whole series is 353k right now, so who doesn’t love that?)
You’re Not Okay, and That’s Alright by @sparksaam! This is Sam’s first fic on ao3 and it’s so good! Sometimes a family is a disaster boy who swings into dumpsters and a skilled assassin and that’s okay ❤ (also the whump in Sam’s stories? *chef’s kiss*)
hope is persistent, the silence more so by @jelly-pies! It’s not always that you come across a Pepper-centric fic, and if that’s what you’re looking for, this is the fic for you! All of jelly-pies’s fics are fantastic and her characterizations are always spot-on, which is one of the main reasons I think this fic is so perfect. She gave Pepper the perfect narrative in this fic and the premise of it is so interesting.
someday (i’ll make it out of here) by @likeaphoenix13. This one is for the WHUMP. The storyline is so interesting and the whump (emotional and physical) is impeccable.
Between a Rock and a Hard Place by @ciaconnaa on ao3! (it says that the url is the same for tumblr on their ao3 profile but it’s not linking so maybe they changed it? If you follow them, lmk what their url is and I’ll tag them!) MJ-centric!! This work paints such a beautiful picture of living life after domestic abuse. Also the author weaved a gorgeous, multi-layered geology metaphor throughout the whole thing (it makes sense in the context of the fic) and when I reread it for the first time it was !!
Obviously there are others but these are the ones that first came to mind!
Happy FFWF! Care to share the latest line you added to any WIP? What are you most looking forward to about that fic?
Happy (late) FFWF! The line I wrote was this and I leave it with no context.
“No I did not, I am not that coordinated, Peter went rock climbing while I stayed on the ground then hiked to the top where we had a nice father son picnic.”
I’m really just excited to share this fic because most everything in it is pretty much me planning my own trip to this place and having Peter and Tony do everything I want to do lol! But I’m also excited for the reoccurring angst in this and I’m probably gonna give it more angst at the end!
“Ah, fuck,” Mr. Stark groaned, trying to roll in on himself but being unable to due to pain and weakness, “it hurts.”
“I know, I know,” Peter’s voice was low and panicked but judging by the glassy look in the older man’s eyes and the deathly pallor he was sporting, Mr. Stark wasn’t in any place to acknowledge how terrified Peter was, “you’re going to be alright, Mr. Stark, just hold on.”
Mr. Stark coughed weakly, “stop pressing on it.”
“I-” Peter froze, not moving his hands from where they were pressing into the growing red warmth that, “Mr. Stark, I’m sorry, I can’t do that.”
“Kid, get off,” Mr. Stark said, weakly pushing at Peter’s arms to try and move them, but even if Peter didn’t have super-strength, he wouldn’t have been moved, “get… off.”
“You’re bleeding,” Peter said slowly, hoping that the delirium his mentor would understand his words despite everything indicating that he wouldn’t, “I know it hurts, but I really have to keep doing this.”
“Bleeding?” Mr. Stark repeated questioningly, “how’d that happen?”
“You- you don’t remember?” Peter asked, wondering if that was significant while Mr. Stark simply hummed and shook his head, “uh, well, should I tell you?”
“Why not?” Mr. Stark asked, his voice little more than a whisper as he shrugged and then instantly regretted that decision as his face spasmed with the pain of that movement tugging on the wound that Peter was desperately trying to stem the bleeding from.
“Uh, ok,” Peter mumbled, wondering where help was, someone should have arrived already, “you were shot.”
“Shot?” Mr. Stark asked, “seems dumb.”
Peter choked out a laugh, it caught in his throat, “yeah, you could say that.”
He turned his wrist slightly, angling it so that he could see the face of the watch that Mr. Stark had gifted him only a few short months ago, with the explicit warning to only use it in a severe emergency – he managed to bend his arm enough without taking off any pressure to read the single word that was displayed.
Activated.
Good, it was still active, but he was putting all of his faith in a watch, one that Mr. Stark had informed him would trigger a response of astronomical proportions, although he had never said what that response was, so Peter was forced to press on the wound and metaphorically cross his fingers and hope that someone was on their way.
“Mr. Stark?” Peter asked, not liking the way his mentor’s eyes were slipping shut and taking longer to open each time, “Mr. Stark!”
“Huh?” Mr. Stark’s eyes opened quicker this time, “P’ter, just lemme sleep.”
“No,” Peter snapped, panicked, “come on, stay with me.”
“Listen, Pete,” Mr. Stark slurred, “we both know, ‘m not makin’ it through this.”
“Don’t say that,” Peter said, unable to wipe the tears that were dripping down his nose without relieving the pressure he was doing his best to hold, his hearing picked up on something that made his heart begin to race with hope, “you hear that? Help is here, you just need to hold on a little longer.”
Peter didn’t hear his response as he was pushed out of the way by people he vaguely recognised from his many stints in the Med-Bay, someone was trying to talk to him. Their voice sounded like it was underwater, maybe if he was able to focus on something other than the red that was staining his hands.
Please, please be alright, please, Peter mentally pleaded as he watched the professionals work on the man who had become a father figure to him.
This one doesn’t have words written yet, but it’s a oneshot about Peter & T'Challa having a chat post the airport battle in CA:CW, about revenge, loss, and fathers.
