Welcomee I am a writer (sort of) and I want to get more into it but I'm not very good, sooo posts will probably be minimal and one shots, I'm sorry đ BUT I would love requests I'm apart of a lot of fandoms so here are the rules and choicess
RULES:
~No smut requests, not that I find it disgusting I'm js not ready to write them and if I did it would probably be super shitty tbh
-Mostly male reader, depending on the request I can do female but I mostly want to indulge the gay thoughts ykyk
-NO OCS, these will be fanfics and x reader so everyone feels welcome and like they are apart of the story
-Not everything has to be romantic, I love found family tropes and all of that so kid/ teen reader is welcome but ONLY PLATONIC and that also includes doing ships with a kid reader (depending on the ship)
-No hate but commentary is more than welcome, if you see any ways I can improve or stuff I can change please message me, I want to get better
-BE NICE TO EVERYONE, I'm a dude, she's a dude, he's a dude, we're all dudes :)
-Any gender can read, I won't say only males or anything, js know if you identify as a female and you read a x male reader fic, that is exactly what you are doing
-AUs are welcomee, most of what I write probably won't be with the direct story lines
REQUESTSS:
MARVEL
JUJITSU KIESEN
CHAINSAW MAN
THE BREAKFAST CLUB
MY HERO ACADEMIA
DIVERGENT
THE DARKEST MINDS
LORD OF THE RINGS
PSYCH
LOVE AND MONSTERS
DESCENDENTS
ONCE UPON A TIME
DISNEY (Male versions included)
GOOD DOCTOR
CHICAGO MED
SUPERNATURAL
SPY X FAMILY
HARRY POTTER
THE YAKUZAS GUIDE TO BABYSITTINGÂ
BUDDY DADDIES
SERVAMP
SCREAM (1,2,& 3)
DEVIL MAY CRY (2025 Anime)
thats all I can think of atm (its 3am) if there's more I'll add it but also feel free to ask if I'm in a fandom your intoo
Hi, how are you? I'm glad you're back, I hope everything is fine with you.
IM GREAT! Iâve slowly been finding myself and the motivation to get back into the things I love, thank you all for being so patient I really want to try and start writing more đĽšđŤś
I just discovered you and I LOVED SM that one imagine(? of Harry Hook x Audrey's brother
PLS plsplspls I need a part 2, anything would be great !!!
IM ALIVE, I'm so sorry its been so long, I'm so behind on stories, but based on popular request HERES:
~SEEN PT.2~
Harry Hook x Male!Reader
Warnings: A tiny bit of angst in the beginning, but otherwise none (lmk if that's wrong)
Its been so long since the group went to the aisle, no one was having second thoughts about it...
Except Y/N.
He couldn't get Harry out of his mind.
How did he know him? Why did he know him? Why did he care? Does he always watch him? Does he like him?
He's been so lost throughout these months, he just wanted to know. The curiosity ate him alive. He.. He missed Harry.
He was cute in a rugged way. Eyes as beautiful as the sea, clothes style is perfect for him, the ease in his movements, his crazed smile and teasing remarks. Y/N wanted- no, needed to be with him again.
He tried everything reasonable. He asked to go over, he tried to use the magic mirror, he tried to send letters and messages, he even tried crossing the barrier himself, but it gave him a bad burn and bruised fists from trying to get through for so long.
He felt empty. He couldn't see Harry, he couldn't get his undying questions answered. He spent every night dreaming, hoping to reach the pirate boy in his dreams. But magic didn't feel real in that moment.
He was so upset always. He stuck to himself even more now, he avoided being in conferences that were televised to try and stop the thoughts of Harry watching. He didn't hang out with the group as much and he was almost always in his dorm.
His friends were so worried, Ben especially as he was the closest. They all thought that the isle had messed him up so badly, that the pirates had done something they didn't know about to hurt Y/N. They had no idea that their friend was just a love sick fool.
When Y/N heard that Evie and Mal were going over to the isle for a few more VK'S he had begged to go with. All of the group was surprised when he did, as he barely even talked for the past months to them. But they said no.
"Please! Let me go with you! I-I can help manage the ride or escorting the kids, I'll do anything!" He pleaded.
Evie and Mal exchanged a glance, Ben had told them about his concerns of something happening on the isle, so as much as they wanted to.
âSorry Y/N, not this time.â Mal said before her and Evie got into the car. Driving down the bridge.
Y/N watched with a broken heart before huffing. He walked into the forest. He went there a lot whenever he was upset and needed a moment alone. He stayed there for a while before he accidentally fell asleep. Not realizing everything happening back at Auradon.
Or how a few certain pirates manages to make their way across.
âAye~ You really are a sleeping beauty there laddyâŚâ Is what Y/N heard as he slowly woke up. Feeling something cold against his chin.
He jumped awake, eyes widening before he sees him.
ââŚHarry?â Y/N asked softly, almost not believing his eyes.
The other boy smirked at that. âAye, you remembered me didnâ ya.â He teased.
Y/Nâs heart drops. âHow are youâŚâ He then looks around, seeing Ben, Jay, Gil, Carlos and his girlfriend there too.
âY/N if you want us to keep him away from you just say it, you donât have to be afraid.â Ben told him. In which Y/N furrowed his brows.
âA-afriad? Why would I be?â
âThey think I did somethinâ to ya back when we met beauty.â Harry answered with a roll of his eyes.
He looked at them then, his eyes wide. âHuh? Why?â
Jay spoke up this time. âYouâve been off since then. And You woke up before Ben when you were kidnapped.â
Y/N blushed at that. Was it really that obvious? He glanced at Harry who had a wide smirk on his face, he obviously knew why.
âDidnâ think I left that much of a mark on ya Princey.â He teased him. Causing the already flushed cheeks to go a shade darker.
Everyone else exchanged confused glances, even Gil. He was always confused though. But there was one question in the airâŚ
Did Y/N have a crush on Harry?
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ââââââââââââââââââââââââIM ALIVEEE!! I lied about the âposting in a weekâ which I apologize for BUT Iâve gained the motivation and really want to finish what I have in my drafts. BE READY MY GOOBERSđ¤ (and go eat something, I see you starving over there)
Hey, how are you? You've been missing not only from writing, but from communicating here. I hope you are well and taking care of yourself.
Omg this means so much to me, Iâve actually been going thru a lot, I just recently broke up with my toxic bf that was going for a year and Iâve been trying to write but life js lives curveballs, but Iâm okay! I really appreciate you checking in, Iâll have a story out by tmmr or sometime this week tho for sure! Thank you guys for being patient with me đŤś
i canât watch movies/tv shows anymore. at least older ones, because then i develop a massive crush on them, and then there is nothing written for them or very few.
Hey! If your taking requests, I love your work so much and I had an idea I would really love to see how you execute it.
So it would be with Tony Stark, and if its okay Male!Reader, but not romantic, the reader is a teen who is a product of some old fling Tony had and after being poorly taken care of by his mom (whatever that inclines you to write, abuse, bad boyfriend, alcoholism etc.) She dumps him off at stark tower with a note and what little belongings the reader has and his birth certificate to Tony for him to take care of. And the rest of what happens from there is up to you! Basically heavy on the found family troupe, and a little angst with some good fluff. The reader can be from 16-18 still in high school. He has Tony's sarcastic humor and smarts, but he nodes his intelligence because his mom never really helped him appreciate it, basically one of those kids that gets straight A's without seemingly trying and looking kind of stupid, the reader is quiet and a bit cold but that's because of how he was raised, and isn't one to share how he's feeling. If you can do this I'd be so thankful, if not its completely understandable, I hope I gave you enough creative liberty to make it fun, I know it'll be great if you do write it! Again I love your fics so much and I can't wait to read more of what you have!!đâş
LEGACY
⤡ ANTHONY âTONYâ E. STARK
áŻâ Pairing: Anthony âTonyâ E. Stark x male!reader
áŻâ Genre: platonic!, a lot of angst and some fluff
áŻâ Request from: normal request
áŻâ Story type: one shot
áŻâ Word count: 5.5k
áŻâ Summary: literally what the ask said
áŻâ TW(s): mentions of abusive household and rader feeling like people keep abandoning him
áŻâ Thank you so much for your request and for liking my work! <3
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áŻâ English isnât my first language
Your whole life, youâve never known stability. The cramped apartments, the ever-shifting walls painted in hues of desperation, are as familiar to you as your own skin. Youâre seventeen now, but you still feel like youâre stuck in this never-ending carousel of uncertainty and survival. Your momâwhoâs always been more into herself than anyone elseâhas a way of shoving her problems under the rug, sweeping you along with the mess until youâre barely holding it together.
Her boyfriendâif you could even call him thatâis the latest problem. Travis is the kind of guy who doesnât need to say much to make his point clear. Itâs in the way he takes up space, fills every room with his presence, making himself the center of your lives as if itâs his right. He started coming around when you were fourteen, and itâs only gotten worse. You know he hates you, and he doesnât even try to hide it. To him, youâre a nuisance, some extra baggage he never asked for, and heâs got no problem reminding you of that. Your sarcasm and quick wit, the things that make you, you, are just more reasons for him to snap, roll his eyes, or call you ungrateful.
Your momâs always beenâŚcomplicated. Youâve known that since you were little, watching her go from one relationship to another, always searching for some kind of validation she never seems to find. She calls herself a free spirit, but itâs like sheâs just drifting, lost in a fog of her own making. She can be fun, sure, when things are good. There were even moments when you thought she really loved you. But as time went on, you learned to read the signs: the distant glances, the subtle irritations, the way she avoids looking at you for too long, as if youâre some kind of mirror she doesnât want to face.
Itâs your intelligence that bugs her the most, you think. You see through her, every lie, every excuse, every careless decision. And she knows it. Itâs like looking into a warped mirrorâshe can see pieces of herself in you, but youâre everything sheâs never been: sharp, observant, with a mind that doesnât let things slide. And it grates on her.
The fights get worse as you grow older, each one escalating faster than the last. Your sarcasm is your armor, your way of dealing with the endless cycle of disappointment. But every quip, every clever retort, only makes her angrier. You can tell she hates that she canât control you, canât manipulate you the way she does with everyone else in her life. She calls you difficult, a burden, a mistake she shouldâve never had. You donât let it show, but each word leaves a scar, another reminder that youâre on your own.
Then one day, itâs too much. Travis and your mom are fightingâagain. Itâs loud, voices echoing in the small apartment, and youâre in your room, trying to block it out like usual. But this time, you hear your name. Youâve been in this situation enough to know thatâs never a good sign. So, you stay quiet, waiting, listening.
âYou know heâs not even mine, right?â Travis snaps, his voice dripping with frustration. âWhy do I have to put up with this kid? Heâs not my responsibility!â
âYou think I donât know that?â Your momâs voice is strained, like sheâs barely holding on herself. âIâve triedâGod, Iâve triedâbut heâs justâŚheâs too much. I canât handle it anymore.â
Thereâs a pause, and for a second, you think maybe sheâll say something else, something that makes it sound like she cares. But the words never come.
âThen get rid of him,â Travis says, so bluntly that it leaves a chill in the air. âYouâve got the kidâs birth certificate. Drop him off at his real dadâs. Heâs rich, isnât he? Let him deal with the brat.â
You donât move. You barely breathe. But deep down, you already know this is it. Thereâs no fighting it this time, no clever comment to deflect whatâs happening. Sheâs made her choice, and itâs not you.
The next morning, sheâs silent as she hands you an envelope. Thereâs no apology, no excuse, just a look that tells you sheâs already gone, checked out of whatever shred of motherhood she once claimed to have. You donât even ask where youâre going; you know the answer as soon as you see the address on the piece of paper.
Stark Tower.
It feels like a final act of cruelty, really. The man sheâs always refused to talk about, the one figure in your life whoâs only ever been a name, and now heâs your last option. Tony Stark. Genius, billionaire, Avenger. And, apparently, your father.
You stand outside Stark Tower with a single bag of your things and that stupid piece of paperâthe birth certificate thatâs somehow supposed to mean youâre his problem now. You feel like youâre stuck in some cosmic joke, a punchline to a story you didnât even know you were a part of. Thereâs no going back, though. Thatâs clear enough.
So, you take a deep breath, adjust your bag on your shoulder, and walk through the doors.
Tony doesnât even get a chance to process it at first. One moment heâs sipping coffee in his lab, deep in the flow of something unnecessarily complex thatâs keeping his mind busy, and the next, Pepper is calling him down to the lobby. She sounds irritated, stressedâlike maybe itâs his fault, which Tony wouldnât be surprised by, honestly. He heads down, muttering about "another hero here to tell me how to do my job."
Then he sees you.
Youâre leaning against the glass wall, wearing an expression thatâs somehow familiar yet entirely alien to him. Itâs not hard to recognize the mix of defiance and exhaustion in your eyes; heâs spent years perfecting that look himself. But the shock doesnât really hit until you hand him the birth certificate. Your name and his, right there in black and white, unavoidably real.
For once in his life, Tony Stark is speechless.
âSeventeen years,â he mutters, mostly to himself. âAnd now youâre here becauseâŚ?â
You shrug, clearly unimpressed. âMom didnât want me anymore, and apparently, youâre my dad. So⌠here I am. Congratulations.â
Youâre blunt, almost cruel in the way you say it, like you donât expect anything from him and donât care if you get it. But he canât look away from you. For the first time in a long time, heâs out of his depth. Heâs had seventeen years to know this was possible, maybe even inevitable, but standing in front of you, he realizes heâs never prepared himself for this. Heâs never thought about what it would mean to actually be a father.
Yet here you are, standing in front of him with your motherâs words still hanging over you, and he can see the weight you carry in the way your shoulders are always tense, the way your eyes donât quite meet his.
âWell, kid,â he says after a beat, plastering on his most confident smile, âlooks like youâve officially joined the Stark family. Thereâs no going back now.â
Over the next few days, Tony throws himself into fatherhood with all the enthusiasm of someone tackling a new, challenging invention. Heâs reading parenting books, taking advice from anyone whoâll give it, and trying desperately to crack the code of how to be a âcool dad.â He lets you explore Stark Tower freely, offers you access to his entire workshop, and even builds you a custom tablet, âStark-style,â he brags, with enough advanced tech to impress even the most skeptical teenager.
He talks to you about science, testing your knowledge and realizing with a mix of pride and horror that youâre nearly as sharp as he was at seventeen. He tries to make jokes, throwing out sarcastic one-liners he assumes will win you over. Sometimes, he even manages to get a smirk out of you. But thatâs as far as it ever goes.
Every attempt he makes is met with your icy wall, a defense mechanism built after years of disappointment and neglect. You listen, nod occasionally, but never laugh or even show interest. The most he ever gets out of you is a dry, deadpan âcool,â which is enough to keep him going but never enough to satisfy him.
Tony tries not to take it personally, but itâs hard. Youâre right there, his kid, yet youâre worlds away, keeping him at armâs length as if heâs just another adult you canât trust. He catches glimpses of the sarcasm, the intelligence, but itâs wrapped up in layers of resentment and guarded detachment. Youâre always cool, always distant, and he knows why, but that doesnât make it any easier.
One evening, he sits you down with a grin, tossing a shiny, compact device into your hands. Itâs sleek, metallicâone of his newer designs.
âMini reactor prototype. Youâd be the first to use it.â He says it with pride, like heâs giving you something no one else in the world could get.
You look at it for a moment, then at him. âCool,â you say again, but your voice is flat, unimpressed. You set it on the table between you without another glance.
Tonyâs grin falters, and he lets out a frustrated laugh. âYouâre a tough crowd, you know that?â
You just shrug, giving him that practiced blank stare heâs come to know well. Heâs finally reaching his breaking point. âYâknow, Iâm trying here,â he says, exasperated. âIâm trying to⌠I donât know, connect. Be⌠whatever it is you need me to be. But youâre acting like Iâm just another stranger.â
You pause, considering him for a moment, and something shifts in your expressionâlike maybe, for just a second, you see his effort. But then your face goes neutral again, back to that familiar shield.
âMaybe thatâs because you are,â you reply, voice quiet, almost too soft for him to hear.
Tony feels the blow, but he hides it with a forced chuckle. âFair enough,â he says, though thereâs a sting in his voice. âI canât change the past, but⌠Iâm here now. Iâm not gonna just⌠walk away.â
The words linger between you, both of you knowing the weight they carry. Youâve heard promises like this before. Youâve heard them from your mother, from people who were supposed to care, and each one of those promises had turned hollow, leaving you more alone than before. So, when Tony looks at you with genuine sincerity, with a hope that youâll give him a chance, all you can do is nod, burying any flicker of vulnerability.
As the weeks go on, Tony keeps trying. He brings you into the lab with him, walks you through his latest projects, even lets you experiment with some of the tech yourself. He drags you to burger joints at midnight, tries to coax out stories about school, hobbies, anything. Sometimes you let your guard slip, offering a sarcastic remark, a comment that makes him laughâbut the moment always passes too quickly, and youâre back behind that wall before he can push any further.
Heâs persistent, though, and thereâs a part of you that almost wants to give in, that wants to believe him. But your trust is a muscle you havenât used in so long, it feels impossible to start now. So, you keep him at bay, deflecting his kindness, giving him just enough to satisfy his efforts without letting him in.
Tony doesnât quit, though. He keeps showing up, every day, every night, and for the first time in your life, you donât feel like someoneâs just waiting for the moment they can leave.
Every morning, Tony insists on driving you to school, and itâs nothing short of a spectacle. He shows up outside Stark Tower in one of his many luxury cars, honking loudly, practically begging for attention. Itâs become a routine, one you canât escape no matter how many times you roll your eyes or tell him he doesnât have to do it. Heâs always got some snarky excuse, saying things like, âItâs my job as a dad,â or âI just want to see the kid off,â as if anyone believes he actually cares about high school protocol.
And everyone notices. Whispers trail behind you as you walk the halls, classmates youâve known for years suddenly gawking at you like youâre a different person. They donât know you as you anymore; they know you as Tony Starkâs kid. Itâs suffocating. Youâve spent your entire life trying to stay unnoticed, to blend into the background. Now, no matter where you go, everyoneâs waiting for you to crack a joke like him, to show off some kind of Stark-level genius.
Only one person seems to still see you, really see youâyour best friend, Sam. Youâve known him since middle school, back when everything was simpler, when no one knew or cared who your dad was. Heâs the only one who doesnât treat you any differently now, the only person you actually trust enough to talk to about any of this.
One afternoon, youâre sitting outside on the bleachers with Sam, trying to ignore the fact that Tonyâs car is already parked by the curb, waiting for you. The other students eye it like some exotic animal they donât quite understand, but you keep your head down, just hoping the day will end without any more awkward questions or judgmental stares.
Sam nudges you. âSo, uh⌠you still giving the old man the cold shoulder, huh?â
You sigh, avoiding his gaze. âIâm not giving him the cold shoulder. Iâm just⌠keeping my distance.â
He rolls his eyes. âDude, I see you with him every morning. The man looks like heâs about to recite the Gettysburg Address just to get a smile out of you. And youâre over here acting like he doesnât exist.â
You shift uncomfortably, crossing your arms. âHeâs only doing it because he feels obligated, Sam. Itâs Tony Stark. He doesnât actually care about me.â
Sam raises an eyebrow. âYou really believe that? You think heâs the kind of guy whoâd waste his time on someone he doesnât care about?â
You donât answer, but you can feel Samâs eyes on you, cutting through all your defenses. Heâs always been able to read you better than anyone, and right now, thatâs the last thing you want.
âHeâs trying, Y/N,â Sam continues, his voice softer. âLike, really trying. And I get it. I get that youâve been burned, but⌠maybe give him a chance? Just talk to him. Itâs not like heâs gonna run off if you tell him whatâs going on.â
You look away, jaw clenched as you try to shake off the knot of emotion tightening in your chest. You donât want to admit that Sam might be right. Letting someone in, giving someone a chanceâthatâs always been a dangerous game, one youâre not sure you can afford to play again.
That night, youâre lying awake in your room, staring at the ceiling, Samâs words playing on a loop in your mind. The silence around you feels heavy, pressing down on you, and you canât shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, you owe Tony more than youâve been giving him. Youâve seen his effort, the way he tries to connect with you, even when you push him away. Heâs there, every day, waiting for you, and no one has ever done that before.
Something shifts in you, a kind of tired resignation, and before you can talk yourself out of it, you get up and head downstairs to his workshop.
Tonyâs hunched over a table, tinkering with some gadget, and he barely notices you at first. Itâs only when you clear your throat that he looks up, surprise flickering across his face before he masks it with a smile.
âHey, kid,â he says, setting down his tools. âCouldnât sleep?â
You shrug, suddenly feeling the weight of what youâre about to say. âYeah, I just⌠I wanted to talk to you about something.â
He raises an eyebrow, a mixture of curiosity and concern on his face. He gestures to a nearby chair. âGo ahead. Iâm all ears.â
You sit, staring at your hands as you try to find the right words. For a long time, thereâs only silence between you, the air thick with tension. Finally, you take a deep breath, forcing yourself to speak.
âI know Iâve been⌠difficult,â you begin, your voice barely above a whisper. âAnd I know youâre trying. Itâs just⌠itâs not easy for me.â
Tony watches you intently, not interrupting, his expression softer than youâve ever seen it. You look down, focusing on your hands, the words spilling out before you can stop them.
âWhen I was a kid, my mom was all I had. I thought⌠I thought she cared about me, even if she didnât always show it. But she changed, especially after she started seeing this guy. Travis. He wasnât⌠he wasnât a good person, Tony. He⌠he made sure I knew I wasnât wanted.â Your voice breaks slightly, but you push through it, feeling the old wounds tear open. âHe told me I was a burden, that I was just in the way. And my mom, she⌠she just let it happen. She barely even looked at me by the end.â
Tonyâs face darkens, his jaw clenched as he listens, but he stays silent, letting you continue.
âI learned not to trust people,â you say, voice wavering. âEvery time I thought someone would stick around, they didnât. So I stopped⌠I stopped letting people in. I told myself it was easier that way.â
You look up at him, and for the first time, thereâs no mask, no shieldâjust raw vulnerability, something you havenât allowed yourself to feel in years.
âAnd then I showed up here,â you say, your voice barely a whisper now. âAnd you⌠you keep trying. You keep showing up, every day, like you actually care. And itâs⌠itâs confusing, okay? Because part of me wants to believe it, but the other partâŚâ You trail off, wiping away a tear that slips down your cheek.
Tony doesnât hesitate. He reaches over, placing a hand on your shoulder, grounding you, letting you know heâs there. âY/N,â he says softly, his voice rough with emotion. âI canât change what you went through. I canât go back and fix it, as much as I wish I could. But Iâm here now, and Iâm not going anywhere.â
You meet his gaze, and thereâs something in his eyes that youâve never seen beforeâa fierce, unwavering resolve that feels almost foreign. You swallow hard, feeling the weight of his words sink in, feeling the tiniest flicker of hope spark to life.
âItâs not easy for me,â you murmur. âItâs⌠itâs hard for me to trust people. And I know Iâm not the easiest person to be around. But⌠I want to try. I want to believe you. I just⌠I need you to be patient with me. I need you to not give up on me.â
Tony nods, his hand still resting on your shoulder, steady and reassuring. âHey,â he says, his voice breaking a little. âIâm not giving up on you, kid. Not now, not ever. Youâre my son, and Iâm here for the long haul. However long it takes, okay?â
The words settle around you, a warmth you havenât felt in years. You donât have to say anything; he seems to understand, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before he lets go. And in that moment, something in you softens, just a little, like maybe you can let him in.
For the first time, you allow yourself to believe him, to believe that maybe he really wonât walk away. And even though the walls around your heart donât come down all at once, you feel them start to crack, piece by piece, letting a little light seep in.
After that night, things start to change. Itâs slow, gradual, like thawing ice, but thereâs a noticeable shift between you and Tony. Youâre still guarded, still wary of letting him all the way in, but he doesnât push. He just keeps showing up, every day, every night, just like he promised. And slowly, piece by piece, you let him in.
The first time you ask to work on something together, Tony practically beams. Youâre sitting at the kitchen counter with your physics homework in front of youânormally a breeze, something youâd get done in a few minutes. But today, youâve left a few problems untouched, hoping heâll notice.
Sure enough, Tony glances over your shoulder and raises an eyebrow. âNeed a hand with that?â he asks, and thereâs a careful lightness to his voice, like heâs trying to keep things casual, so he doesnât scare you off.
You shrug, trying to act indifferent. âSure, if youâve got time,â you say, even though both of you know you could solve this on your own without breaking a sweat. But Tony doesnât call you out on it. He just grabs a chair, pulls it over, and sits down next to you, leaning in to look at your work.
For the next hour, the two of you go over formulas and theories, his explanations coming with a few sarcastic quips and exaggerated hand gestures. Every so often, he goes off on a tangent, telling you stories about his own time in high school or sharing a strange fact he thinks will help you remember a concept. You listen, half-smiling at his antics, and eventually even throw in a few of your own sarcastic comments. You can tell heâs trying not to make a big deal out of it, but thereâs a spark in his eyes that tells you heâs thrilled to be here, helping you, no matter how small the reason.
As the days go by, you find yourself spending more and more time in Tonyâs workshop. It becomes your safe space, the place where you donât feel like you have to hide or put up walls. Tony lets you explore, handing you tools and explaining how they work, guiding you through his more complicated inventions. Itâs like learning a new language, one heâs eager to teach you, and heâs a surprisingly patient teacher.
One afternoon, heâs working on a new suit upgrade, and youâre watching, silently impressed by how smoothly he moves, how every action is precise and practiced. Youâre deep in thought when he glances over at you, smirking.
âThinking of joining the family business?â he jokes, tossing you a wrench. âIf youâre interested, I could always use an extra pair of hands.â
You catch the wrench, feeling a rare, genuine smile tug at the corners of your mouth. âMaybe I will,â you say, feeling a rush of warmth thatâs unfamiliar but not unwelcome.
He shows you how to tighten a piece of armor plating, explaining each step with a casual ease that you find yourself getting lost in. Thereâs something oddly comforting about the way he talks, like heâs sharing a secret only the two of you understand. And as you work, side by side, you realize that you actually look forward to these moments, the quiet companionship that comes from working together on something you both enjoy.
One evening, you catch yourself staring at your chemistry textbook, pages open to a particularly dull section on thermodynamics. Normally, youâd power through it on your own, but tonight, you feel the familiar tug of loneliness creeping in, and before you know it, youâre on your feet, heading down to Tonyâs lab.
When you reach the doorway, he looks up, surprised, then quickly wipes the expression off his face and pretends to be engrossed in his latest project. âWhatâs up?â he asks, as casually as he can manage.
You hold up the textbook, pretending to be annoyed. âThis stuff is terrible. Thought maybe you could explain it better than my teacher does.â
Tony raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. âWell, Iâm honored to know you think so highly of my teaching skills.â He gestures for you to sit down, and as you do, he starts flipping through the pages of your book. âThermodynamics, huh? You sure youâre not just here for the riveting conversation?â
You roll your eyes. âDonât flatter yourself.â
But you both know the truth, and thereâs an unspoken understanding between you as he dives into the material. He doesnât just lecture; he makes it a story, breaking down each concept with analogies, acting out scenarios, and throwing in enough jokes to keep you both entertained. You throw in questions just to keep him talking, just so you donât have to go back to your empty room just yet.
And somewhere along the way, you realize youâre not just learning about science. Youâre learning about himâabout his quirks, his sense of humor, the way he lights up when heâs talking about things heâs passionate about. Heâs not just Tony Stark, billionaire genius, Iron Man. Heâs⌠Tony, your dad, someone who, against all odds, actually seems to care about you.
Over time, you both fall into a rhythm. Tony starts waiting for you in the mornings, holding out a cup of coffee or hot chocolate, claiming he needs company on his drive to work. You never say it, but you look forward to those mornings, the way he fills the car with stories about his latest projects or about old college pranks he pulled that make you laugh in spite of yourself.
One day, youâre both hunched over a set of schematics in his lab, tossing ideas back and forth as you brainstorm a new design for a stabilizer that could potentially improve flight control in his suits. Youâre getting so into it that you forget to be guarded, throwing out suggestions, bouncing thoughts off each other in rapid-fire succession.
At one point, Tony stops, leaning back in his chair to look at you with a smirk. âYou know,â he says, a touch of pride in his voice, âyouâre pretty damn good at this. Got that Stark brain for sure.â
You feel a warmth spread through you, and for the first time, you donât brush it off. âMaybe,â you say, smiling despite yourself. âBut I guess it helps when you have a good teacher.â
Tony chuckles, but thereâs a glimmer of emotion in his eyes, something raw and unguarded. âYeah, well⌠youâre not a bad student either.â
Thereâs a moment of silence as the two of you look at each other, an understanding passing between you that doesnât need words. You know heâs trying, and somehow, that knowledge makes the walls around your heart crumble just a little bit more.
A few days later, youâre working on homework in the living room when Tony walks in, holding a set of blueprints heâs obviously excited about. But when he sees you bent over your books, he pauses, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
âHey, need some help?â he asks, raising an eyebrow.
You look up, raising an eyebrow back at him. âWith calculus? Pretty sure Iâve got this covered.â
He shrugs, feigning offense. âIâll have you know I was quite the calculus prodigy back in the day.â
âOh, yeah?â You smirk, half-teasing. âCare to prove it?â
Tony grins, and before you know it, heâs pulled up a chair, leaning over your work with the same intensity he brings to his inventions. You pretend to need help with a few problems, and heâs more than happy to guide you through them, throwing in jokes and sarcastic comments the whole way. Every so often, he nudges your shoulder, grinning like heâs just scored a victory when he catches you smiling.
Eventually, he lets out an exaggerated sigh. âWell, I think weâve both learned a lot today,â he says, stretching dramatically.
âYeah,â you reply, smirking. âLike the fact that youâre worse at calculus than I am.â
Tony gapes, clutching his chest in mock hurt. âUnbelievable. Betrayed by my own son. This is a new low.â
You chuckle, shaking your head, and for the first time, it feels easy. Comfortable. Like maybe, just maybe, you donât have to keep fighting him off.
âHey,â Tony says, his tone shifting to something softer. âThanks for letting me in. I know it wasnât easy.â
You meet his gaze, feeling that familiar vulnerability creeping in, but this time, you donât shy away. âThanks for not giving up,â you reply quietly. âI know Iâm not the easiest person to deal with.â
Tony chuckles, reaching over to ruffle your hair. âNah, youâre a piece of cake. Besides, Iâve got a lot of time to make up for.â
You smile, a real one this time, feeling a warmth settle in your chest. For the first time, you allow yourself to hope that maybe, just maybe, things are going to be okay.
Itâs supposed to be a routine mission. Just another intel-gathering run, in and out, with minimal risk. Tony had waved it off as no big deal before he left, throwing you a smirk and saying, âJust another day in the office.â But that was hours ago. And now, as you sit in the dim glow of the living room, watching the news report blaring on the screen, dread twists deep in your gut.
You watch the shaky footage of Iron Man fighting, and this time, itâs different. Heâs outnumbered, missiles tearing through the air, beams of energy slicing through the smoke and chaos. The news anchorâs voice breaks as they report the intensity of the fight, how Iron Man was last seen plunging out of the sky after a heavy hit. For a terrifying moment, you catch a glimpse of him falling, his suit battered, smoking, before the feed cuts out entirely.
Your heart stops, and a painful tightness fills your chest. The hours that follow are a blur of pacing, every second dragging longer than the last. Youâre used to him going out on missions, used to the danger that comes with being Tony Starkâs son. But this⌠this is different. This isnât the usual playful bravado, the usual cocky promises that heâll be home for dinner. This is life or death, and for the first time, youâre faced with the horrifying thought that he might not make it back.
After what feels like an eternity, the front door finally opens. You spin around, heart pounding, and there he is, looking worse for wear but alive. Heâs moving a bit stiffly, his armor scratched and dented, his face smudged with dirt and a few new cuts. But heâs here.
Before he can say a word, you rush toward him, the flood of relief hitting you so hard that you barely register the fact that youâre moving, throwing yourself into his arms. Your grip is tight, like if you let go, heâll disappear. You donât even realize youâre trembling until you feel his arms close around you, holding you just as tightly.
âHey, hey,â Tony says, his voice soft, touched with surprise but warm. âIâm okay, kid. Iâm here.â
You pull back just enough to look at him, your eyes shining with unshed tears, and heâs looking at you with an expression so full of gentle understanding that it makes you feel like a kid again, vulnerable and desperate. Without thinking, the word slips out, raw and unguarded.
âDadâŚâ you whisper, voice breaking slightly, âdonât ever⌠donât ever do that again. I thought⌠I thought I was going to lose you.â
Tonyâs face softens, his own eyes welling up. Heâs silent for a moment, as if heâs savoring the word, the weight of it finally hitting home. His hand comes up to rest on your shoulder, his grip firm but gentle, grounding you.
âIâm sorry,â he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. âI didnât mean to scare you like that. But Iâm here, okay? Iâm here, and Iâm not going anywhere.â
You nod, the tears slipping down your cheeks now, and Tony pulls you in again, holding you tightly, his hand running gently over your back. Itâs the first time youâve let yourself fully embrace him, the first time youâve allowed yourself to lean into his strength, to accept the warmth heâs been trying so hard to offer. And as you stand there, held in his arms, a sense of peace settles over you, soft and comforting, melting the last of your walls away.
After a long moment, he pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, a tear slipping down his own cheek as he smiles, eyes bright. âYou called me âDad,ââ he says softly, his voice full of wonder, as if heâs just received the greatest gift in the world.
You give a small, watery smile, wiping at your eyes. âYeah, well⌠donât get used to it,â you mumble, but thereâs no heat behind the words, only affection, only gratitude.
He chuckles, pulling you back into a hug, and you feel his hand rest on the back of your head, his grip firm and reassuring. âIâm already used to it,â he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. âAnd Iâm not letting you go, kid. Not ever.â
In that moment, you realize that this is what home feels likeâright here, safe in his arms, with nothing left to fear.
The wrong thing is not the fact that you write a story with an oc, no, that's not the real problem, really.
IT'S JUST THE FACT THAT YOU USE THE WRONG TAG SO YOU HOPE MORE PEOPLE READ YOUR STORY. BUT BELIEVE ME IT'S JUST FUCKING ANNOYING 'CAUSE WE AREN'T ABLE TO FIND THE RIGHT FICS IF YOU KEEP DOING THIS!!!
There are people who like to read more stories with ocs than reader inserts, so use the fucking right tag go reach that community and stop spamming your stories among ours.
I don't think you get it but, you know, the purpose of fanfics with reader insert is to make the reader imagine her/himself as the mc of the story. The best part of these fics is the fact that EVERYONE can be included in them.
SO WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO RUIN THEM BY MAKING THE MC A PERSON THAT LOOKS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM THE READER AND EVEN HAS A NAME THAT IS NOT THEIRS?
Not to be dramatic but i hate y'all.
And the fact that it's always the same fandoms and we all know who we're talking about...
@stew-magnetos-version My point has only been further proven, I love the fic its amazing, The angst is so good and the detail is perfect, I highly recommend the read if anyone is into the outsiders, keep it up my friend! đâ
@stew-magnetos-version Um ofc! I love the outsiders, and the way you captured the feelings and how the sunset talk wouldn't be understood, little parts from the book while adding this little extension of your own that's new, I LOVED IT You gave me the link I had to check it out, it was seriously amazing! I definitely encourage you to keep writing if that's something your interested in, because your already doing so well!! I hope this brightens your day/night just a little, its 100% the truth! â¨đ
@stew-magnetos-version My point has only been further proven, I love the fic its amazing, The angst is so good and the detail is perfect, I highly recommend the read if anyone is into the outsiders, keep it up my friend! đâ
Hey, could you make a Carlos DeVil x Male Reader (platonic)? The reader is Ben's father and Beast's husband (I'm going to completely ignore that Belle exists) and he kind of adopts Carlos, being a father figure and family that Carlos never had.
OMG YOU GUYS I feel so popular đ I love that I have the descendents fandom here rn, but this request, anon I don't even know who belle is, last I checked Ben has two amazing dads who take in Carlos and the story goes smth like this..
-FATHER FIGURE(S)-
Carlos DeVil x Bens Dad!Reader
Warnings: Nonee pure fluff (lmk if I'm wrong tho)
When Ben went to his fathers about letting VK'S into the isle, he never imagined that one of his dads would embrace it so much.
Y/N was the more calm and understanding one of the couple, so while Adam was worried and skeptical about letting them in. Y/N encouraged it, even convincing his husband to go with it.
While the beginning was rough, things slowly started to fall into place, and as Ben and Mals relationship bloomed, his dad Y/N was making one for himself.
When they first met properly it was an accident, Y/N was walking down the long halls of the palace to the library when a small talking dog suddenly ran into his legs.
"I am NOT taking a bath, I hate water, go back to being scared of me and leave me alone." The dog spoke, and Y/N chuckled. Picking up the same animal.
"Your not very good at running away if your just going to run into another person." He said, and the dog groaned at being captured. And after a spilt second, A head of white and black hair comes sprinting around the corner. Only to stop abruptly at the sight of one of the kings holding his pet.
Carlos bows his head, not really knowing what to do. "I-Im sorry your highness! I didn't mean to let him run loose in the castle, he slipped from my hands and-" Carlos was cut off by a laugh.
"You can look up, I'm not mad at all. I needed some entertainment to my boring day." Y/N smiles at the boy. "If I'm not mistaken, you are Carlos correct?"
His eyes widen at that, not expecting the king to address him so nicely. "Yeah, I am." Y/N smiles at that. "Well its nice to meet you, and your dog is..?"
Before Carlos can even answer the dog spoke for himself, "Its dude, and I am NOT taking a bath." Y/N laughs harder. "I'm afraid your wash is inevitable, but perhaps if Carlos is willing, it could be stalled?" He looks up at the teen.
"What do you mean?" Carlos asks.
"I was about to head down to the library, its my favourite place to relax. But it gets lonely as well. Would you care to join me?" Not expecting that answer, Carlos's eyes widened. He thought for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, it could be fun."
So the two walked to the library together, along with dude. Chatting about anything and everything.
That was how it started, and they got closer. The attention of the adult that Carlos got was unlike anything he received. If wasn't the tight lipped smiles like the staff, or the manipulative love like his mother.
No.
Y/N cared. He had genuine interest in Carlos as a whole. He helped with school, teen drama, sports, advice, when he just needed to rant. Carlos could almost say he was like a dad to him.
But as their Visits became more frequent. His friends started to get curious. He doesn't know why but he didn't want to tell them of his relationship with one of the kings.
So any time they would ask, he would blush and mumble some random excuse. Making sure to bring dude with him and bolting out of the dorms.
But they were all to curious now, and one day was the final straw.
Today sucked to put it lightly. Carlos spent all week studying for this test, and despite Y/N's advice he stayed up all night too, getting no sleep. And it was all just to fail.
And then during lunch he slipped and spilled mash potatoes and gravy all over himself.
But to top it all off, Chad was unrelenting in targeting him during practice. And it was to much.
On the brink of tears, Carlos storms into the dorm room to change.
The rest of the group was relaxing in the room waiting, looking at Jay to try and find answers to which he just shrugged.
When the over stimulated boy came back out of the bathroom the group immediately began to express their worries.
"What's wrong?" Evie asked.
"Did something happen?" Mal added.
"If you need to talk we are here you know?" Jay said, and the whole group nodded. But without a word Carlos ran out. And dude, knowing where he was going. Jumped out of bed to follow.
All of them being extremely worried for their friend. They followed as well.
Y/N was going through some documents when his office doors were burst open. He opens his mouth to chastise the person when he looks up and sees the very distraught boy there. Panting with water eyes.
His eyebrows furrow with concern and he stands, immediately going to him. "Carlos? What's the matter?" Y/N asks, but instead of getting an answer, the teen hugs him tightly, and he cries.
The kings heart clenched at this. He embraces Carlos tightly while gently rubbing his back. "Shhh its alright, just breath."
Soon enough dude comes running in, immediately sitting at their feet, wanting to help comfort the boy as well.
What Y/N wasn't expecting was seeing his friends and even his son staring with wide eyes. But he shoots them a gently smile. One that promises an explanation later.
He makes eye contact with Ben, and as if they had a silent conversation. His son nods and softly closes the door to his office.
Turning his attention back to Carlos, he notices that the boy has calmed down. Unwrapping his arms to wipe his eyes.
"What's going on Carlos?" Y/N asks in a soft voice.
The teens sniffs, shaking his head and taking a deep breath. "Today really sucked and I-... I don't know if I'm cut out for this." He responds quietly.
Y/N smiled sadly. "Well, can I tell you a story?"
Confused, Carlos just nods. And the king took a deep breath before starting.
"You see, A long time ago, there was this boy. He grew up in a small town that had a very fixed mindset. But you see this boy didn't like to be stuck in that mindset. All the people viewed him as weird. His likes and dislikes were so uncommon that many would talk about him behind his back, or so they thought but he heard everything."
Closing his eyes he pauses, before continuing.
"It was like that for most of his life, until he finally found someone else who wasn't like the others, and while it took a lot of warming up. They eventually fell for each other. This other man cared about his interests and didn't reject them. He helped the boy grow and see more of what he liked. And the boy helped the other to become a better person. And just like any cheesy love story, they fell in love."
Y/N chuckles, but Carlos looks intrigued. "..but how is that supposed to help me?"
The adult looks eyes with him, voice as soft as it is serious. "Carlos, as long as you have people who love you for who you are, you can do anything you want. And I know for a fact you have a group right outside those doors that do."
The teen glances back at the doors, nodding softly. But he hesitates, looking back up at Y/N before sheepishly asking a question.
"what...what about you?"
The kings heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice, and he smiled comfortingly. "Oh I thought it was quite obvious that I care about you."
He watches at Carlos's shoulders visibly relax, before he springs forward into a hug. Y/N laughs as he returns it.
"All always be here for you, your an amazing kid, and I know you'll do good in Auradon."
Carlos felt his heart swell. And he just hugs the man tighter, showing rather than saying how much this meant to him.
How nice it felt to have someone comfort him, not have a caring father figure.
AWWWW WE LOVE A FLUFFY ENDING, but anyways I know I died for a while but I swear I'm going to get back on top of things. YOU SHALL NO LONGER BE STARVED OF FICS. But I hope this made your day dream more of a reality anon!! Let me know if there's anything I can do to improve, grab a snack, and happy reading to you goobers đ˝
