Askatrigenderlgbt - A Fellow Trigender

💜 Marvel Prompt ❤️

"Why can't you see you matter?"

(Clint walks along the hall, heading to a specific room, though his mind lost.)

Clint: *internally* How bad is it that Tony is hiding from us? What could knock him down that far, to push us away? I just want my friend back, man. I miss my buddy.

(Tony had been distant as of lately. Something had happened when he went to a meeting with some officials to discuss important business and affairs. He came back guarded, cautious, and overall just blocked up emotionally. He didn't say anything about the meeting with the officials, nor did he talk about what was wrong. It bothered everyone. It especially bothered Clint.)

Clint: *Stands in front of Tony's bedroom* Tony? Are you okay, I'm worried man...

(It was silent)

Clint: *Hesitant* ...Tony?

(It was silent)

Clint: *Knocks on the door* Tony, are you even in there?

(It was silent)

(Clint on his last nerve, ready to ask JARVIS where Tony is, tries the door handle. It was unlocked.)

Clint: *Surprised* ...huh. Well that's convenient.

(Walking inside Tony's room it was clear that he was in here, tablets with different projects were strewn about the place, Clint could also here something creaking. Following the noise had Clint find Tony in bed. He looked tired, in more ways than one.)

Clint: *Gently sits down* Tony... are you okay? You've been down since you came back and everyone is a mess about it. I am even worried. I want to make stuff with you again, have are banter and sarcasm back. I...

(Clint wanted Tony back. He wanted him happy again, full of life, creating and pushing technology to new limits. Clint wanted Tony to be okay. He wanted him back beside him again, not away and cold to him.)

Tony: *glances at Clint* ...I'm fine. Just having a rough patch, I'll be up and at again soon enough.

(Clint knew it was a lie.)

Clint: *Firmly* Tony, what is really the matter? Since you came back, something has been on your mind and eating away at you for the last few days. You are clearly not fine.

(Tony didn't say anything for a few moments. He looked as if he was thinking about his next few words or possibly about what he wanted to say about the problem.)

Tony: *Quietly* I... I was reminded of a bad time. During- He... I..

(Tony was struggling on his next words, but Clint was patient. He held Tony's hand unconsciously and gave a gentle squeeze.)

Tony: *little whine* I had been talking with a guy from the military, a sergeant I think? H-he, I was talking about something- maybe the issues they had containing some of the villains? The guy kinda started arguing with me... It ended with words that brought up bad memories, and stuff people used to tell me that I tried to forget about.

(Clint was calm for Tony the entire time. Inside he was burning, rabid with the need to seek justice for Tony. To hurt the man who hurt his precious treasure, his teams leader. Clint wanted to leave a statement to all who dare try again.)

Clint: *Calmly* Is that why you decided to hide away?

Tony: *Nods*

Clint: *sighs* Welp, that won't do Tony. You need space, I get it, but this is beyond healthy at this point. We are going to get some fresh air in the common room. Up we go!

(Clint picks up Tony bridal style, earning him a squeak from Tony.)

Tony: *embarrassed* I can walk, Clint!

Clint: *flirty* Yeah, but this way I can carry a beautiful and smart genius! Can't have you exsert yourself after the rough day you had. Let your loyal archer carry you! *Winks*

(Tony is blushing bright red by the time they reach the common room. Everyone is there and clearly waiting for the both of them. JARVIS must have call them all.)

Thor: *Happy and relieved* Tony! It is nice to see you out and about again.

Steve: *Concerned* It is nice to see you again, but are you alright?

Hulk: *grunts and walks over to pat Tony's head* Metal man no longer hiding away. Good.

Natasha: *smiles softly but remain quiet*

(Clint sits himself down on the couch, Tony being held hostage in his lap. No amount of squirming would get Clint to let go of him. Tony gave up after twenty seconds, accepting his fate and tucking his head into Clint's shoulder.)

Clint: *Content* Tony allowed me to bring his gorgeous butt out of his room, though it's up to Tony if he wants to tell you anything.

Tony: *Flustered* You can tell them Clint. Also I'm not all that...

Clint: Yes you are Tony, your personality and perfect adorable looks are why I fell in love with you.

(Clint froze at that, wishing his brain had a filter or at least common sense to think first before blurting things out. Tony blue screened at the confession. Clint quickly changed the subject to explain what had caused Tony to push away from them, growing angry again at the knowledge again. The team also looked furious. Natasha left the room. That sergeant most likely won't be the one okay soon enough. The others that remained gave Tony the comfort he clearly needed.)

(When Tony and Clint were left alone, the others leaving to grab snacks for movie time, Tony decided to ask the question he was desperate for an answer to.)

Tony: *whispering* Did you mean it?

Clint: *Hesitant and scared* Yeah, yeah I did mean it Tony. Everything about you is why I really like you. You matter to us, Tony. You matter so much to me...

(Without giving himself a chance to back out, Clint grabbed Tony's chin and made him look at him. Clint placed a soft kiss on Tony's lips. Pulling back Clint saw Tony looking at him in surprise, blushing different shades of red. Then Tony pressed a kiss to his cheek.)

Tony: I like you too. I didn't think anyone would like me like that, but I'm glad it's you.

Clint: *snorted* Well it isn't just me who loves you that way.

Tony: *jerks up* Wait what!?

Clint: N-Nothing!

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Tony: Really, Steve?

Steve: *Holding Tony close* Mine

Tony: I know but I need you to let go now, please?

Steve:*Hugs tighter* No, mine.

Tony: Steve, I love you but- Ehh! *Trying to push away*

Steve: *Not even budging* Mine

Tony: Ehh!

Steve: Mine

Tony: Ehh!!

Steve:*Kisses Tony* Mine

Tony: *Flustered* God damnit...

Tony: *Hides his face* Love you too, Steve.

Steve:*Happy noises*

Bonus~~~

Clint:*Flirts with Tony*

Tony:*blushing but flirting back*

Steve:*Walks behind Clint* Clint

Clint:*Freezes in terror*

Steve: If you don't back away from my boyfriend, you'll wish you could die by your neck snapping in two.

Clint:*Pale white* Yep I'll just be e-else where, later! *Fucking booking it out*

Tony:*Embarrassed and slightly terrified* Steve was that really necessary? It was just Clint being Clint.

Steve: * Growls* No it wasn't. He was flirting with you Tony!

Tony: *Sighs* Me and Clint always flirt with each other, we kinda have a bromance thing...

Steve:...So he's ours then?

Tony:...

Tony:*Yells* Clint get back here! Me and Steve want trash panda cuddles!

If anyone wants to, please feel free to make this a fanfiction! I would read that story with glee!!!

Seems legit!

aizawa: so mic and I are going to adopt a child

shinsou: *happy* congrat-

mic: *throws a pen and paper on the table*

mic: the child is you, sign here

I found this GLORIOUS are work for ironhawk shippers while digging for my ironhawk ship fix, and I thought to reblog it so others could find this amazing art! Also if someone writes a fanfiction based on this picture I'll love you forever 💖💖💖

Happy belated national cat day!

Hey everyone, this post is going to be a bit different. Pride month is nearing an end and I was ask to make a special something for this project I'm in.

I want to talk about my journey with discovering my sexuality and gender identity, along with my battle with my disability battle with ADHD.

I was around 15 or 16 when I started to question my identity. I didn't understand what or why I was different from everyone else around me. I didn't understand why I faked being in love with boys or found myself only falling in love with fictional boys but not real guys. Then I began to think harder. I realized that maybe I wasn't so straight.

As I was finding my way I explored different labels, explored my gender, and eventually finally admitted that I needed therapy for my health.

At first I thought I was bisexual and nonbinary. At the time it felt correct, but time past and I realized it didn't make sense or feel right. I needed to keep looking. Then I identified as lesbian and demigirl, but once again later down the line they didn't feel like me.

Finding your identity takes time, trying things out for a time and seeing what makes you feel you. There is no rush, no impending doom waiting around the next second.

I finally found my gender when I was looking online about different genders in the trans and nonbinary umbrella: trigender.

Trigender is a gender similar to gender fluid. One identifies as three genders, whether all at once- like a mix of colors- or flux between the three- like colors melting into another.

Trigender was the labe that felt right, where I felt myself click into place. I felt like a woman, a man, but in between- nonbinary. It made sense and felt just right for me.

As for my sexuality? I am still into women, but I now use Gynosexual as my label. It is a gender neutral way to say that a person is attracted to women identifying genders or feminine traits. Which I am.

I also figured out I am ageosexual. Ageosexual is a sexuality on the asexual spectrum. Ageosexual is a sexuality where one isn't disgusted seeing anything sexual in nature, able to watch 'adult fun' without being uncomfortable, but still having no desire for sexual intercourse of any kind.

I can handle a sex scene or joke in media, but even the thought of actually having sex makes me uncomfortable and nauseous. I don't like even the thought of anyone I may date in the future see me naked, god forbid touch me.

I will hold hands, kiss on the cheek, peck on the mouth, cuddle, hug, but anything else is a no. Just no.

So after finding the labels that fit me and have found myself comfortable with them, I settled on my pronouns next: they/them. I didn't like being referred to as just she/her, just female. I liked the more neutral they/them as it feels better and more like me. It felt right. But everyone around is still having to get used to my pronouns and using them. Learning is still going on, my family no used to my pronouns as they spent years with my old ones.

But my mental health during this? I went to see a therapist at 16, working on my depression and anxiety first. I was prescribed medication to help deal with my issues and given tools to help manage what the medication can't. Medicine isn't a cure for mental health, it just helps manage the issues one has.

After I was given the starting tools I worked on myself and tried hard in high school. I was more energetic, I felt less tired, and I had more motivation. It didn't last however. I began to have issues with attention, I kept getting distracted easily, forgot things constantly, was restless, overall a mess without knowing why.

Then my doctor prescribed me with a medication I recognized my mother taking. It was one she took for her bipolar. So I thought for a while I had bipolar, stupid I know but hey I wasn't thinking clearly. But soon I was diagnosed with ADHD, given medication and tools I needed to manage things, and found myself more relaxed- and given confirmation that I do not have bipolar. I could sleep longer than four hours. I could finally have my thoughts slow down. I even could focus better.

But the struggle wasn't done. You see, during one summer on a boiling hot day, I tried to end my life by heat stroke. I had turned my heater on full blare on the hotest day that week. Then I took a nap, hoping to anyone listening that I wouldn't wake up. I woke up, drenched in sweat, realizing what I nearly done. I turned off the heater and quickly tried to cool myself down. I only confessed about till six to seven months after that happened. This was when I was around 19, probably 20. I had dropped high school before this, the stress of dealing with family problems, moving, and the pandemic just beginning. I wasn't great mentally.

I have also experienced cutting before, something common sadly with people dealing with depression and constant stress. It wasn't a good feeling. The pain of cutting was not what I enjoyed ever, but I am ashamed to say this, but I did like how it made me numb to everything.

In the present day I am much better, not perfect but not a mess, I'm simply okay. I've been through so much and have many years to go hopefully. To end this post as it is long enough as it is I will say this:

Your journey will not be like anyone else's, it's your life and you will find the pieces of yourself in time. You just have to find what feels right and what is comfortable. You may have a hard time with your disabilities, mental or physical, but you have support around you ready to help. There are people who want to help you get better, you'll find them. I know it. Just be kind to yourself, allow time to feel out what it is you need. And allow yourself to make mistakes.

The worst thing I ever did was try to be perfect, to be strong. In actually, it's okay to be weak and to be imperfect. We all need to learn by making mistakes, grow from them. And sometimes we need to let out emotions, to stop trying to hold everything inside.

It's okay to be yourself.

Another marvel prompt, let's go!

Prompt: Bruce has agreed to go to a small party/gala of fellow scientists and medical professionals gathering to talk about their respective fields of work. As he heads to grab a drink, thankful of tony for having nonalcoholic options available here, he noticed Tony at the bar. He's chatting with someone unfamiliar, laughing and joking, then takes a sip of his drink. A drink that the man had spike, a second ago when Tony took his eyes of him for a mer moment.

Bruce is tense now, realizing that Tony has been drugged. He could see tony becoming more sluggish. With calm and casual movement, he tries to send an sos text to Steve or Natasha (Your choice) before walking over to them.

Able to talk the man into taking Tony home, he quickly tries to escape with Tony. Then Hydra bust down the doors. Now Bruce has to make a choice of letting the hulk out or waiting for back up.

I'll let you decide his choice, as well if you make this Platonic Science Bros or Science Boyfriends. But it must end with Bruce getting Tony safely home, not dead. Feel free to kill any of the gala people, Hydra goons, and or just really bruise and blood the precious boys. Also add as much angst as you please, team flash backs to torture or abuse of some kind- go goddamn wild, or just some really depressing insecurities. Anything goes except major character death. Have fun!

HAPPY 2023 EVERYBODY!!!!!!!

Hope you have a great day, night, and noon!

May this year be better and hopeful ^_________^

Marvel Prompt 😷🤕🤒

Welp, my family (including me) caught COVID. Not my mom though(hopefully). So to handle feeling like utter shit, I'ma make a prompt on my favorite characters felling like shit!

Prompt: Ironman and Hawkeye are in a battle with Hydra, being pushed into a corner away from the others. After being knocked out via emps and stun shots, Tony and Clint are kidnapped.

Later they wake up locked in separate cages. They find out there is a third cage. Inside is Loki, looking bad. Ragged breaths and appearing quite ill. Tony and Clint felt fear down their spins. Loki, nor Thor, couldn't get sick from human illness. What Loki was going through must have been Hydra's doing.

Then their cages started to fill with gas. Both men tried to hold their breath, knowing that it was probably the virus that infected Loki. They didn't last long. Each breath they took in was a burning sensation, already becoming harder to breathe at all. Fever, chills, pain in every muscle to a debilitating degree, it hit both Tony and Clint like a train full force.

Tony had it worse, his arc reactor already making it hard to gain air. He was clawing at his throat desperately. Clint was trying to stop coughing, each time failing. He could feel how his throat was already raw and dry.

Loki was curled up in a ball completely focused on himself, but was also trying to move closer to the glass. He was trying to reach Clint and Tony. To at least save them from this messed up fate.

Then a familiar roar echoed the facility, all the way to where the three were hidden. Hope burned within the group that they would potentially make it out of this alive, or at best receive justice.

Soon Natasha breached the room. Quickly scanning around before running to a terminal. She stops the cages gas chambers, quickly typing in something else. The virus gas was vacuumed out of the boxes and replaced with a new relief. Not a cure but more like an epidural. Tony barely escaped blacking out from chocking, sucking in oxygen deeply. Clint is panting, his throat in pain and so dry. And Loki? He was curled up on the floor of his cage, trying to calm down.

It didn't take long for the rest of the avengers to arrive, Thor sprinting towards his brother. The three soon find themselves in quarantine, Nick having sent a medical team to help them. Tony, Clint, and Loki were under monitor in case they had a declining health status.

The avengers waited by their side when they could, assuring them that they weren't going to leave them. They also made it clear that they were definitely in time out and would in fact be babied when they got home.

They didn't mind at all.

Marvel Prompt! (⁠･⁠–⁠･⁠)⁠ ⁠\⁠(⁠･⁠◡⁠･⁠)⁠/

(At the sanctum, Stephen is learning a new spell. While quietly reading, Cloak happens to float into the room- silent as always- and spots its sorcerer)

Stephen: *reading*

Cloak: *floats over*

Stephen: ...

Cloak: ...

(The Cloak wraps Stephen up into a hug, pinning at least one arm to his side. It wraps on tight and refuses to let go. Stephen had yelped the moment Cloak did it, a manly yelp mind you, and tried to escape.)

Stephen: *shaken* Damnit, I thought I told you to stop sneaking up on me- Can you let go!?

Cloak: *Ignores him and hugs tighter*

Cloak: (Mine.)

Stephen: *Struggling* Why are you this way!?

Cloak: *Picks up Stephen*

(Stephen protests being carried away, trying with everything thing he could to unwrap the pesky Cloak. He was running out of steam quickly, however, his hand becoming sore from frantic pulling and struggles against his tight bounds.)

Cloak: (My sorcerer.)

Stephen: *Tired and panting* Why do you always do this on the rare days when it's peaceful!? I'm trying to be productive but no, a sentient cloak decided that it wants cuddles and attention. It takes priority. Can't you wait till tonight?

Cloak: (No.)

(Stephen doesn't receive any answer. He doesn't need to. This has happened enough times that he knows the drill at this point. He remembers the first time the Cloak kidnapped him for cuddles, how startled and spooked he was being trapped. How the past him was scared of what the hell was happening, why the Cloak was wrapped tightly around him, only to be told later that he was being cuddled. And apparently the first person the Cloak ever cuddled with.)

Stephen: Can you at least lessen your grip, please?

Cloak: (No.)

Stephen: ...yeah, I didn't think you would.

Cloak: (Mine. My sorcerer, friend. I'll protect you, for as long as I can. I love my sorcerer.)

(Settling into Stephen's bedroom at last, the Cloak lets Stephen rearrange himself into a more comfortable position. Then it wraps itself back around him more gentle, practically vibrating with joy at the closeness.)

Stephen: *amused* you really like to cuddle don't you?

Cloak: (Yes!)

Stephen: I guess I can take a break, maybe a nap too.

Cloak: (I'll protect you! Rest and relax.)

(Stephen smiles, fondness and gratitude filling his heart at the cloak's excitement. Laying back to sleep for a while, he can't help but think of one last thing: I have the best Cloak ever.)

Cloak: ( My adorable sorcerer.)

If anyone makes this a fanfiction I'll love you forever!!! This was something adorable I had in my brain for a while, and now I'm sharing it with you guys, gals, and thems!