Blunt discussion of genitalia and sexual intimacy
(Before people come at me: I'm aroace.)
(I will be using she/her pronouns for Yelena.)
Some aro/acespec people have a problem with Yelena written romantically/sexually. Personally, I don't, but to each their own. If you don't approve of the content, then please just get yourself away from it/ignore it. It's your choice to consume content or not. Pick and choose what you like, support them, ignore what you don't.
I understand that ace/aro representation is important, really, I do, but this fanfiction here isn't invalidation of Yelena's queer identity. This little slice of the internet has the most loving and accepting people I've ever encountered. Worry about all this in canon. Attack the big money-eating corporations doing us dirty, not fan creators just trying to share their love for Yelena.
Even the people trying to police Yelena's queer identity seem to be misinformed, so I want to clarify some things as a member of the ace/arospec community and a fan of Yelena.
MCU Yelena is a different character in a different universe to comics Yelena. They are separate entities
Comics Yelena is the one canon confirmed as ace
MCU Yelena has no canon queer identity (that doesn't mean cishetero is until proven otherwise), but we can infer that she was assigned female at birth.
Neither Yelena has been canon confirmed as aro
Asexuality doesn't come hand-in-hand with aromance
Asexuality is defined as a lack of experiencing sexual attraction.
^ In other words, an ace person doesn't look at a stranger and think 'I want to fuck them'
Aces are still very capable of experiencing aesthetic attraction. (They can think a person is 'hot' without wanting to have sex with them. They're admiring the person's physical beauty without the desire to touch genitals.)
They also have libidos and can get aroused. Being ace doesn't mean someone can't or doesn't have sex.
Sex interest is completely separate to sexual attraction. (-favourable, -indifferent, -repulsed)
Every asexual experiences it differently.
Aromance is defined as a lack of experiencing romantic attraction.
^ In other words, an aro person doesn't look at a stranger and think 'I want to date them'
Aros can still have and want happy, loving, fulfilling romantic relationships. Or not.
Every aromantic experiences it differently.
An ace/aro can be any mishmash of labels under the sun, or simply exist as queer.
Asexuality and aromance are spectrums.
Asexuality and aromance can be umbrella labels for those spectrums.
Please do your own research!! I haven't said everything there is to say, and I don't speak for every ace/arospec person. I'm just one person who wants to clear the air about misconceptions.
If you see fanfiction you feel invalidates a character's identity, then don't read it. If you don't see the content you want, make it. That's fandom's purpose.
Please be polite and respectful of each other. I don't want arguments. Hate isn't necessary and only makes everyone's mood worse. I'm not here to take part in controversy, only to inform.
I know others have decided to stop writing (partially or fully) for Yelena, but I will not.
This is all I will say on this matter.
- bi-rd ☕
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Prompt 9: Hands on a baby bump
Requested by: ANON
Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy
AN: I love the idea of Peter being Tony’s son. And I love playing with that idea. DAD!Tony is amazing.
Pairing: Tony Stark x Fem!Reader
“Tony, don’t you think this is going slightly overboard?”
Your husband looks over at you, from where he’s putting the finishing touches on the club house he's putting together in Peter’s room. “No. I don’t. Sibling rivalries are a real thing. I don’t want Peter thinking he isn’t important or that he has to compete with the baby when it comes. I want him to know he’s loved.”
You smile and run a hand over your protruding belly. You take a step closer and he holds up a hand, “Work zone. It’s unsafe for pregnant women.”
You snort at that. Tony had an overprotective streak a mile long when you were pregnant. And even now, that Peter was four, Tony was still an overprotective dad. That bunk bed alone had several different safety features to make sure your oldest stayed safe.
It’s surprising in a way. You hadn’t even thought Tony wanted kids, but when he had proposed the idea, you hadn’t been against it. You’d found yourself pregnant rather quickly, and Tony had become a mother hen. He had rarely left you alone, and he had done tons of research.
And now, here you were, on baby number two with Tony already talking about number three. You sigh, and it catches Tony’s attention. He’s across the room a second later, his hands roaming your bump, and then your back and legs, checking you for injuries or signs of stress. You grib his chin and help him straighten up, “I’m fine Tony.”
“Well you sighed. How was I supposed to know that?”
You raise an eyebrow, “There was no cry of intense pain or cursing.”
His eyes narrow and then he swoops down and presses a kiss to your lips, “Minx.”
You wrap your arms around his neck, and look around the room, “This room is amazing Tony. Peter is going to be thrilled.”
He smiles, and wraps his arms around you, his fingers immediately start rubbing out the knots in the small of your back, “Yeah?”
“Yeah. You’re an excellent dad.”
He beams at that. You know that’s his number one goal. He wants to be there for your kids in a way that his own father wasn’t. He spends enormous amounts of time with you and Peter. He even volunteers in Peter’s preschool class and more than once when Peter was an infant, you’d find him in his lab with Peter snuggled into his chest.
“Well, you are an excellent mom. The very best. Five out of five. The only thing that could make you better is letting us find out the sex of the little one resting in your belly.”
You point at him, “You were the one who wanted the surprise.”
“I changed my mind.”
“Then you shouldn’t have made the doctor sign that contract.”
He groans, and then shakes it off, “Let’s go get our boy and show him the new club house.”
You let him wrap an arm around you shoulders and guide you through the house to where Peter is hanging out with Happy. Your two years old is quick to run to the two of you when he spots you. Tony immediately picks him up and spins him around with results in squeals and giggles when Tony blows a raspberry on your son’s belly.
He starts chanting mama a second later, and Tony swings him into your arms, careful of your baby bump. You snuggle Peter close, and kiss his cheek.
Tony’s palm slides over your belly as you settle Peter on your hip. “Petey, who’s in mama’s belly? Who’s in here?”
Peter lifts his arms into the air and yells, “BABY!”
Tony beams, “Yes! That’s right buddy. It’s your baby brother or sister in there! A built-in friend!”
“Yes! Now come here, so we don’t put too much pressure on mom’s back. She gets grumpy when her back hurts.”
You pinch his side in retaliation as he passes you and he has the audacity to wink, before carrying Peter into his room. You follow, and watch as Peter squeals in delight at the club house. He and Tony immediately crawl in. It takes you a little bit longer to get in thanks to your belly, and Tony has to help you sit down.
That’s when you see the baby doll in Tony’s hand. You watch, your heart filled with love as Tony gently explains how to be gentle with the baby doll. And Peter looks so serious as he gently strokes the babydoll’s head. You run a hand over you belly and can’t help but count your blessings for your little family.
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