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Continuum - Chapter 8 Preview

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********

“It was just a nightmare, little guy,” Steve murmured. “You know how those tend to be.”


“Oh, yeah,” Peter whispered, and Tony winced. At only sixteen, the poor kid had already been through enough nightmare-inducing traumas for three lifetimes.


Yet another rung in the skyscraping ladder of Tony’s guilt.


“All right then, little guy, off you go,” said Steve. He planted a quick kiss to Peter’s forehead, then guided him down the hall to his room, one hand holding Tony’s and his other resting protectively on Peter’s shoulder. Tony’s hands were still shaking as they tucked him in, and he had to force himself to smile as he kissed his son goodnight for the second time.


“Goodnight, bud,” he whispered. “I’m sorry I scared you.”


“You didn’t scare me, Dad,” Peter said, rather petulantly. “I’m just… glad you’re okay.”


Tony nodded as he stepped back, allowing Steve to take his turn. His throat tightened as he heard the two of them softly whispering, with Steve reassuring Peter several times that he would make sure Tony was okay.


The kid was worried about him, and it was all his fault.


I need to be doing more.


As soon as they exited Peter’s room, Steve took Tony’s hand, trying to guide him back down the hall to their bedroom.


“No, honey,” Tony said as he tried to work his hand loose. “I need to get to the lab.”


But Steve didn’t even break stride as he shook his head, his grip on Tony’s hand tightening. “No, you don’t. Not tonight.”


“Not tonight? What the hell do you mean—?”


“I mean not tonight!” Steve said through clenched teeth. He huffed out a sharp breath as he walked Tony into their bedroom, not giving him another opportunity to protest. “JARVIS, please soundproof the room.”


“What—?”


“Very well, Captain,” said JARVIS.


“You are not seriously thinking about—” Tony started, only to be cut off by Steve’s fingers pressing against his lips.


“No, I am not,” Steve said firmly. “But what I am thinking about is that I need you to tell me exactly what’s going on here, and I need you to tell me right now.” He stepped back, raking his fingers through his mussed-up hair. “Tony… it is so hard for me to see you like this, to see you so stressed out, and always beating yourself up for everything that’s happened, and things that haven’t even happened… and not know how to help you. And you say that I can read you mind, and yes, I think I sometimes can because I know you so well and I love you so much, but I can’t—I can’t read this. And Tony, I can’t remember things that I can’t read, and—and if I can’t remember, that means—”


“That means you can’t anticipate, and if you can’t anticipate, you can’t plan,” Tony finished.


Steve’s head snapped back, his blue eyes glassy as he nodded.


“Yes,” he said softly. “And if I can’t plan, then…”


He trailed off, not finishing his thought, but Tony didn’t need him too. He already knew what Steve was getting at. And it made sense, he supposed. Not only did Steve come from a time where the father of the house was supposed to have all of the answers—or if he didn’t, he was supposed to fake it, like Howard—he also was a world-renowned military strategist. During the war, it was Steve’s strategic missions with the Howling Commandos that were responsible for taking out the entire Nazi deep science division, even sacrificing himself in order to thwart Johann Schmidt’s carefully laid plans.


Or at least, most of the Nazi deep science division, as the entire world became painfully aware of with the reveal of Project Insight.


But that was an argument for another night.


“Please, sweetheart,” Steve pleaded as he gripped Tony’s elbows. “Can’t we please just go back to bed?”


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geeky-writes·3 days agoText

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Continuum - Chapter 8 Preview

Behind? Catch up HERE 😊

Gorgeous moodboard created by @ashsblurbs thank you so much! 💖

********

“It was just a nightmare, little guy,” Steve murmured. “You know how those tend to be.”


“Oh, yeah,” Peter whispered, and Tony winced. At only sixteen, the poor kid had already been through enough nightmare-inducing traumas for three lifetimes.


Yet another rung in the skyscraping ladder of Tony’s guilt.


“All right then, little guy, off you go,” said Steve. He planted a quick kiss to Peter’s forehead, then guided him down the hall to his room, one hand holding Tony’s and his other resting protectively on Peter’s shoulder. Tony’s hands were still shaking as they tucked him in, and he had to force himself to smile as he kissed his son goodnight for the second time.


“Goodnight, bud,” he whispered. “I’m sorry I scared you.”


“You didn’t scare me, Dad,” Peter said, rather petulantly. “I’m just… glad you’re okay.”


Tony nodded as he stepped back, allowing Steve to take his turn. His throat tightened as he heard the two of them softly whispering, with Steve reassuring Peter several times that he would make sure Tony was okay.


The kid was worried about him, and it was all his fault.


I need to be doing more.


As soon as they exited Peter’s room, Steve took Tony’s hand, trying to guide him back down the hall to their bedroom.


“No, honey,” Tony said as he tried to work his hand loose. “I need to get to the lab.”


But Steve didn’t even break stride as he shook his head, his grip on Tony’s hand tightening. “No, you don’t. Not tonight.”


“Not tonight? What the hell do you mean—?”


“I mean not tonight!” Steve said through clenched teeth. He huffed out a sharp breath as he walked Tony into their bedroom, not giving him another opportunity to protest. “JARVIS, please soundproof the room.”


“What—?”


“Very well, Captain,” said JARVIS.


“You are not seriously thinking about—” Tony started, only to be cut off by Steve’s fingers pressing against his lips.


“No, I am not,” Steve said firmly. “But what I am thinking about is that I need you to tell me exactly what’s going on here, and I need you to tell me right now.” He stepped back, raking his fingers through his mussed-up hair. “Tony… it is so hard for me to see you like this, to see you so stressed out, and always beating yourself up for everything that’s happened, and things that haven’t even happened… and not know how to help you. And you say that I can read you mind, and yes, I think I sometimes can because I know you so well and I love you so much, but I can’t—I can’t read this. And Tony, I can’t remember things that I can’t read, and—and if I can’t remember, that means—”


“That means you can’t anticipate, and if you can’t anticipate, you can’t plan,” Tony finished.


Steve’s head snapped back, his blue eyes glassy as he nodded.


“Yes,” he said softly. “And if I can’t plan, then…”


He trailed off, not finishing his thought, but Tony didn’t need him too. He already knew what Steve was getting at. And it made sense, he supposed. Not only did Steve come from a time where the father of the house was supposed to have all of the answers—or if he didn’t, he was supposed to fake it, like Howard—he also was a world-renowned military strategist. During the war, it was Steve’s strategic missions with the Howling Commandos that were responsible for taking out the entire Nazi deep science division, even sacrificing himself in order to thwart Johann Schmidt’s carefully laid plans.


Or at least, most of the Nazi deep science division, as the entire world became painfully aware of with the reveal of Project Insight.


But that was an argument for another night.


“Please, sweetheart,” Steve pleaded as he gripped Tony’s elbows. “Can’t we please just go back to bed?”


The full chapter will post on Monday, October 19th 😊

This will post tomorrow! 🤓 📝

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geeky-writes·5 days agoText

Continuum - Chapter 8 Preview

Behind? Catch up HERE 😊

Gorgeous moodboard created by @ashsblurbs thank you so much! 💖

********

“It was just a nightmare, little guy,” Steve murmured. “You know how those tend to be.”


“Oh, yeah,” Peter whispered, and Tony winced. At only sixteen, the poor kid had already been through enough nightmare-inducing traumas for three lifetimes.


Yet another rung in the skyscraping ladder of Tony’s guilt.


“All right then, little guy, off you go,” said Steve. He planted a quick kiss to Peter’s forehead, then guided him down the hall to his room, one hand holding Tony’s and his other resting protectively on Peter’s shoulder. Tony’s hands were still shaking as they tucked him in, and he had to force himself to smile as he kissed his son goodnight for the second time.


“Goodnight, bud,” he whispered. “I’m sorry I scared you.”


“You didn’t scare me, Dad,” Peter said, rather petulantly. “I’m just… glad you’re okay.”


Tony nodded as he stepped back, allowing Steve to take his turn. His throat tightened as he heard the two of them softly whispering, with Steve reassuring Peter several times that he would make sure Tony was okay.


The kid was worried about him, and it was all his fault.


I need to be doing more.


As soon as they exited Peter’s room, Steve took Tony’s hand, trying to guide him back down the hall to their bedroom.


“No, honey,” Tony said as he tried to work his hand loose. “I need to get to the lab.”


But Steve didn’t even break stride as he shook his head, his grip on Tony’s hand tightening. “No, you don’t. Not tonight.”


“Not tonight? What the hell do you mean—?”


“I mean not tonight!” Steve said through clenched teeth. He huffed out a sharp breath as he walked Tony into their bedroom, not giving him another opportunity to protest. “JARVIS, please soundproof the room.”


“What—?”


“Very well, Captain,” said JARVIS.


“You are not seriously thinking about—” Tony started, only to be cut off by Steve’s fingers pressing against his lips.


“No, I am not,” Steve said firmly. “But what I am thinking about is that I need you to tell me exactly what’s going on here, and I need you to tell me right now.” He stepped back, raking his fingers through his mussed-up hair. “Tony… it is so hard for me to see you like this, to see you so stressed out, and always beating yourself up for everything that’s happened, and things that haven’t even happened… and not know how to help you. And you say that I can read you mind, and yes, I think I sometimes can because I know you so well and I love you so much, but I can’t—I can’t read this. And Tony, I can’t remember things that I can’t read, and—and if I can’t remember, that means—”


“That means you can’t anticipate, and if you can’t anticipate, you can’t plan,” Tony finished.


Steve’s head snapped back, his blue eyes glassy as he nodded.


“Yes,” he said softly. “And if I can’t plan, then…”


He trailed off, not finishing his thought, but Tony didn’t need him too. He already knew what Steve was getting at. And it made sense, he supposed. Not only did Steve come from a time where the father of the house was supposed to have all of the answers—or if he didn’t, he was supposed to fake it, like Howard—he also was a world-renowned military strategist. During the war, it was Steve’s strategic missions with the Howling Commandos that were responsible for taking out the entire Nazi deep science division, even sacrificing himself in order to thwart Johann Schmidt’s carefully laid plans.


Or at least, most of the Nazi deep science division, as the entire world became painfully aware of with the reveal of Project Insight.


But that was an argument for another night.


“Please, sweetheart,” Steve pleaded as he gripped Tony’s elbows. “Can’t we please just go back to bed?”


The full chapter will post on Monday, October 19th 😊

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geeky-writes·6 days agoText

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I’m revising right now so I picked the line where my cursor was blinking

As they troop out onto the porch and down the sidewalk, Deadpool fills the door frame waving Mayday’s arm in farewell. “Bye-bye, boys! Have fun storming the castle!” Under his breath, he continues the quote, “Think it’ll work? It’ll take a miracle.”

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Thanks for tagging me, Sarah!! 💗💗

This is from tomorrow’s chapter of A Father’s Promise!! So its like a little sneak peak for yall tonight ;)

“I doubt you’ll come home with me then, either?” The man speaks up again, hushed but his tone is light, not judgemental, not upset, more- curious than anything else, slightly somber. When the child shakes his head again, he just huffs out a light laugh and stands, making the kid sit up suddenly and blink up at him blarily. “Well then, I’d better teach you to survive, hm?”
He holds out a hand, and the child stares for a few seconds, before clasping his hand into the man’s much bigger one, allowing him to push him to his feet, wobbly and shaky, still, but feeling much more strong, much more alive than earlier. “Survive?”
The man hums, but says no more, easing the child back into the beaming sunlight and towards the towering forest.

Thats not that exciting of a snippet (and its more than one line oops) aodjdkdj sorryyy

Tagging: @lilacsandlilies4 @official-impravidus @ephemeralstark @takenbyemrys @maywildflowers @wayward-fairchild and anyone else who wants to!! :)) 💞

thank you @dredfulhapiness and @shadedrose01!

unfortunately, i can’t share anything else but this without completely spoiling this scene, but this is for my whumptober connected fic i’m writing with @euphoric-melancholyy for day five

“What is up with you two?” Steve asks, an awkward chuckle escaping his lips.

tagging @thirteeninafez @coconutknightshade @geeky-writes @ephemeralstark @blondsak @forensicleaf @peterstarkss @seek-rest and whoever wants do this!

Thank you so much for the tag @official-impravidus 💖

This is for the upcoming chapter of Continuum

Yet another rung in the skyscraping ladder of Tony’s guilt.

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geeky-writes·6 days agoAnswer

happy ffwf! how do you feel about italicizing, bolding, underlining, and strikethroughing in fan fiction? how do you use these tools, if at all?

Hey! Happy FFWF! 😊

I actually use italics quite a bit in my fics, usually to emphasise certain words, as expressions, as internal dialogue, and also to indicate when someone is experiencing a dream or nightmare (which is pretty much another form of internal dialogue). I’m pretty sure I haven’t used strikethrough or underlines, and I may have used bolds once or twice, but I don’t remember where at the moment 😆.

I think these tools can be effective if they’re not overused.

Thank you so much for the ask! 💖

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geeky-writes·7 days agoText

The Empire Games - Part 8

Thank you so much to everyone reading, and to the Reylo Hidden Gems twitter account for the beautiful moodboard! 💖

Ben rakes his fingers through his hair as he follows Kaydel through the dense forest, ducking to avoid yet another low-lying tree branch and trying to concentrate on his foot placement so as to keep from slipping on the damp leaves. Having grown up on a jungle planet, or rather, moon, Ben’s not used to the somewhat sturdier ground of a forest, and that combined with the heavy load of berries, edible leaves and roots, and the weird silver-coloured hilt that Kaydel insisted he keep stuffed in his pockets, the arches of his feet and his shins are already screaming for mercy despite his fancy Empire footwear.


But since Kaydel seems to be okay so far, Ben says nothing as they continue on. The last thing he wants is to appear even weaker in front of her than he already has, just in case she ends up trying to stab him in the back with the fancy dagger currently hooked to her belt. It’s bad enough that he can’t seem to go five minutes without asking her when they’re going to find Rey, something that Kaydel has pointed out on multiple occasions.


He’s also wondered more than once about why she chose him, of all people, as an ally, and why she’s insisted that he hold onto the seemingly useless hilt when he wanted to toss it aside. The thing’s supposed to be one of the retractable staff weapons that they practised with during their training days, but it’s either broken or it requires some other unusual way of activating it, because so far Ben hasn’t been able to figure out how to get the dumb thing to work.

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geeky-writes·10 days agoText

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Continuum - Chapter 7 Preview

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Gorgeous moodboard created by @crownofstardustandbone @therollingstonys thank you so much! 💖

********

“So… um… do you think he’s from HYDRA?” Peter finally asked, his throat tightening when Papa flinched.


“No, I don’t, little guy,” Papa answered. “According to JARVIS, this Scott Lang fellow was kind of a modern-day Robin Hood, stealing money from wealthy executives who had cheated their customers and returning it to the customers. He was recently released from prison.”


“Oh,” Peter said, wrinkling his nose. “So… he’s like a cyber cat burglar?”


“Yes, something like that, but he also has plenty of experience as a regular cat burglar too,” said Papa. “And JARVIS also told us that he has a young daughter, one he hasn’t been allowed to see since his release from prison.”


“Okay, so… then where’d he get such cool tech?” Peter asked.


Papa’s jaw tightened, his arm instinctively drawing Dad closer to him. “According to JARVIS, there’s only one person who’s ever developed any kind of shrinking tech. And apparently, he’s no friend of the Stark family.”


“Oh, great,” Peter said, wincing. “Probably someone else that my grandpa managed to piss off?”


Papa let out a short chuckle. “Something like that. Try and sleep now, okay? It’ll help with the jet lag once we get back.”


“Mmm, fine.” Peter burrowed closer, closing his eyes as he absorbed the warmth that Papa radiated like a heater. “But can I ask you just one more thing first? It doesn’t have anything to do with the bug dude.”


“All right, little guy,” said Papa. “What is it?”


“Well…” Peter started, gulping. His request was a long shot at best, but he supposed it didn’t hurt to ask anyway. “You know that Irish Festival in Brooklyn that you and Dad are planning on going to on St Patrick’s Day?”


Papa raised an eyebrow, eyeing Peter warily. “Yes? What about it?”


“Well… since it’s on a Friday, and we usually head up to the Compound on Fridays after I’m done with school, I was wondering if it’d be okay if I took Gwen up there with me for the weekend? She’s been wanting to see my new telescope, and according to the star charts we’ve been studying, there’s supposed to be a lot of cool stuff that’ll be visible that weekend, and—and we just kinda wanted to see if we could find some of it, and—”


“Peter—”


“We could drive up with Uncle Bucky and Uncle Sam, and with Uncle Clint and Auntie Nat and the twins already there we’d be surrounded by most of the team, and not to mention all of the SHIELD agents and the drones, and—”


“Peter—”


“And there’s that huge guest room there that never even gets used, and I really want to show her around everywhere, and introduce her to Pietro and Wanda, and she’s always saying that she’s never been upstate, and in the early spring it’s really pretty and stuff with all of the leaves starting to bud, and—”


“Peter!” Papa hissed, glancing furtively down at Dad when he let out a soft whimper. “Little guy, if you’ll let me get a word in here, Dad and I have already talked about this.”


Peter’s head popped up so fast that he wrenched his neck. “Hang on. You did? When?”


“Well, contrary to what you might sometimes think, we’re not completely unaware of the fact that you and Gwen haven’t been able to spend much time together recently, so… we’ve already arranged it. Bucky and Sam said it was fine, and Dad’s already spoken to Chief Stacy about it as well.”


“You—he did?” Peter swiped at his watery eyes, so flabbergasted he could barely form words. He’d been ramping himself up for an argument, and now he didn’t quite know what to do. “Uhh, when did this happen? Wait, you know what? Nevermind. I guess it doesn’t really matter when. Um… thanks! I—I really—I mean, thanks, Papa.”


“You are welcome,” Papa said, with a rather conspiratorial grin. “Now, will you please try and get some sleep?”


“Uhh, yeah,” Peter said. He resumed his position, unable to keep his wide smile in check. St Patrick’s Day was still three months away, but the thought of getting to spend an entire weekend with Gwen, even if it was under the watchful eyes of most of his family, made him very, very happy.


“Aren’t you gonna try and sleep, Papa?” he asked after a short pause. He knew Dad had been up pacing the hallways again the night before, and that Papa had joined him at some point, so he had to be just as tired.


“Oh, we’ll see,” Papa whispered. “You don’t need to worry about me, little guy. I’ve got you.”


“Uh huh,” Peter murmured. “‘Night.”


It was silly how easily those three little words could relax Peter, almost as much as the steady heartbeat beneath his ear. “I’ve got you” were the first words that he’d ever heard Papa say to him, after he’d brought him back from the dead in the middle of the desert. Dad had told Peter later on that Papa had been begging Peter to breathe before that, but Peter didn’t remember it. Just like he didn’t remember most of Dad’s panicked freakout before Papa got there.


Which was perfectly fine with him. He would much rather hold onto his papa’s “I’ve got you” than the rest of the pure hell he and Dad had endured inside that cave, the first level of apparently many to come.


The cave. The streets of Queens. Obi and Killian’s Miami bunker. The Compound’s lake. The movie theatre. The invisible HYDRA bunker.


Six different levels of hell, all of which almost took Peter’s life or the life of one or both of his dads.


And now, Dad was being tormented in his dreams with a seventh, the worst of them all.


Please, Peter thought as sleep started to pull him under. Please, just leave us alone.


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