#peppy and tony

[sonicslushie]

Slipped My Mind ~ P.P.

Summary: You’re the person who designs Spiderman’s suits, but you never actually met the man- or boy- behind the mask. 

A/N: terrible summary & first fic, originally this was going to be based on the conan gray song “yours” but it took an odd turn in there so it's not lmao. But if you wanna read that let me know i’m dying to write more for petey boy. This is also like a little fluff thing that i threw together in a few hours so it’s not the best (my b) 

a playlist for u to listen to as u read<3

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark Intern!Reader 

TW: kinda a clueless reader, mentions of blood and open wounds, 

Wordcount: 3.6k

Ice cream was all you wanted. It was your lunch break from Stark Industries, the place you interned at because of your impressive resume, and partly because your dad just so happened to be the owner of Tony Stark’s favorite burger place. You had been a pretty smart kid, finished highschool early and graduated MIT with a degree in engineering and all you wanted was to build supersuits. That was the dream, wasn’t it? Helping the world’s mightiest heroes by being the one who created their high tech suits and accessories, actually making a difference for those who saved billions of lives? Yeah, no. 

You started out three years ago as Ms. Potts' personal assistant at the ripe age of 16. You spent 2.5 years of that assisting just doing the basic intern stuff; grabbing coffee and burgers, attending meetings to take notes, scheduling and yatta yatta, the occasional fake laugh at a dad joke that Mr. Stark made. It wasn’t until you joined Ms. Potts in Mr. Stark’s lab to give him his burger, and you corrected his formulas on some project and you thought it was OVER. He looked surprised that you even spoke to him, oh fuck, you messed up. Or so you had thought. He actually told you that you were right?? Then, I swear to god, he asked what you would do to improve the project he was working on. (It was a super suit for the newest hero, Spiderman.) He liked your idea to add what you called the “training wheels” protocol. Mr. Stark decided to give you a chance and he had you help him create the rest of the suit, and now 6 months later, you were in charge of all things Spiderman. 

But that’s not the point of the story right now, right now, you wanted ice cream. 

And you had just bought two big scoops in a freshly made waffle cone. Honestly the best use of 5 bucks, or so you thought. Just as you were about to take the first lick, a red and blue streak sprinted past- no into you. It was like a movie, all you saw was your delicious creamy dessert flying up in the air in slow motion, then- SLAT! Both you and the ice cream were on the ground, a familiar looking super suit standing above you, stammering about how he was “so sorry” and “chasing a bad guy” in a very peppy voice. 

“You’re Spiderman, why weren’t you swinging from building to building?” You asked, furious you were now going to have to buy another one. You just wanted one thing, could you not just have it without dealing with this bozo? 

“Forgot to put in new web fluid. I’m sorry about your ice cream but I’ve really gotta- I don’t see him anymore. Shoot.” He says, shaking his head. “You know what, let me make this up to you. I’ll buy you another one.” 

Well that seemed fair and it slightly cooled off your now bad mood. You agree and wait in line with the dude who you create super suits for. The funny thing is, this was actually the first time you ever met the one and only Spiderman- or Spiderling as Mr. Stark calls him. You don’t even know who the person is under the mask, but at this point you really didn’t care about it, you just wanted your ice cream. 

After waiting in line for what felt like forever and making meaningless small talk with the masked hero, you make it to the front of the line. 

“Two scoops of strawberry, please. Waffle cone.” You smile at the worker, then turn to Spiderboy. You say at the same time as the employee, “5 bucks.” 

The Spiderdude pats his sides as if feeling for a wallet, then looks at you with that expressionless mask- god you had to work on that- and says, “I don't have my wallet.” 

You could almost smack him in the back of the head, but you just take your wallet out and give the worker a 5 dollar bill. Taking the new ice cream, you turn to the hero, “Well now you owe me two, Spidey.” 

“I-I’ll make it up to you, do you have Venmo?” He asks, panic rising in his voice. He sounded young, maybe around your age. If you were honest, he piqued your interest. So instead of rolling your eyes and walking away, you pulled your phone out. 

“Here,” you say, ready to just get back to the lab. He takes a picture of it and gives you a thumbs up. 

“I’ll have to make a new venmo so you can’t figure out my identity, but I gotta run.” He says, and literally runs off. You stand there, looking at the hero you basically manage but just met, then your ice cream. What a day, huh? You shrug it off and begin to eat your ice cream as you head back to the office. 

The ice cream had been off your mind ever since you finished the yummy dessert, and went back to designing your own web fluid. Sure the dude had his own way of making it (you weren’t really sure if it had been coming out of him or not until today, you never really had the chance to ask anyone), but you knew you could do it better. Everyone at Stark Industries called you ‘Junior’ for a reason, and it wasn’t just because of your crazy intelligence. It might have also been the slight egotistical self assurance and the stubbornness you possessed. 

As you worked you listened to music and snacked on the various foods you hid in the lab unbeknownst to Mr. Stark. Here and there you would test the web fluid with some of the new web shooter prototypes you had made, at this point you could swing around New York from how often you used these things. You often thought of it and giggled at the thought; ridiculous, these silly little dreams you possessed. 

You had been giggling about it to yourself when the one and only Mr. Stark walked in- with a kid who was talking so fast and in such a familiar peppy tone that you couldn’t help but look up. 

“-and then I looked up dodo birds and did you know they’re basically just big pigeons?” He finished, looking up at Mr. Stark with big brown doe eyes that sparkled in the light. Sparkle in the light? Oh come on, y/n. You caught yourself ogling at the new kid, still trying to figure out where you heard that voice before. Little miss genius might be able to create the highest tech super suits in the world, but boy oh boy did you have a hard time connecting dots. 

“Right, big pigeons. Anyway, Peter, this is y/n y/l/n. Junior, this is Peter Parker.” Mr. Stark says, looking at you as if you could take the excitable kid off of his hands. 

Now, Mr. Stark is a lot of things, and busy is one of them. This just so happens to affect his memory, and in this case, he completely forgot that he never introduced Spiderling- Peter Parker- to his favorite intern. It slipped his mind, I mean when you’re a billionaire CEO and a superhero, the little things tend to slip the mind. It’s not like he meant to never introduce you two, he really did mean to. But every time Peter’s been at the tower, Junior was always gone either for the weekend or for her lunch break. Plus, Mr. Stark had things to do. Like right now; get out of this boring conversation and get burgers from his favorite burger place with Happy. 

“Oh it’s nice to meet you, Peter.” You say, not knowing that you met Peter earlier that day as Spiderman. But Peter knew, and he also forgot that he had to venmo you for that ice cream from earlier. Caught off guard, his eyes just go wide and he awkwardly smiles and waves at you like an idiot. 

“Um okay. Anyway, Mr. Stark, I was about to head out, but I got the new web fluid made and finished up the new prototypes for web shooters. I also started up blueprints for a new suit. I forgot to mention I saw Spiderboy today and I gotta say, that suit does nothing for his ass.” You say, going back to the blueprints in front of you, making sure everything is perfect for tomorrow morning. Mr. Stark takes a peek over your shoulder, nodding in approval, then says, “Well I’ve got to hit the road, I’ve got… an important meeting to attend. Yeah. See ya tomorrow, Junior, same to you Pete.” 

You and Peter tell Mr. Stark bye in various fashions, being left in an awkward silence, neither of you really knowing how to proceed from there. Mr. Stark never told you that you would be meeting with Spiderdude to discuss your progress on the new ideas you had come up with but if he didn't show up before 5 you weren't staying, you'd didn't get paid enough. Peter wasn’t told he would be seeing the girl he literally ran into and owe her ice cream money. Seems like it just slipped Mr. Stark’s mind again. 

“So um, whatcha doing here Peter?” You say, begin to clean up your workstation to go home. Peter was just standing awkwardly behind you, trying to figure out what to say. He was also unaware that you didn’t know that he was Spiderman, he had figured Mr. Stark would have told you if you were the one working on his suits all this time. 

“Oh I was um- just leaving actually. Looks like you’re ready to go home, so I- Yeah I’m just gonna go.” He says quickly, turning on his heel to leave. At this point you were just ready to go home, so you shrug it off and say, “Nice meeting you, Peter. See ya.” 

He doesn’t say anything as he leaves. If he was being honest, he’s never been good at talking to pretty girls. Not to mention super awesome pretty intern girls who have been providing him his super awesome super suit. Probably too many “supers” but he didn’t care, he could barely even function in the same room as you. Not to mention he made a fool of himself earlier, but honestly you didn’t even seem to remember, which threw him off even more. And when you said “nice to meet you” it confused him, you two had met earlier that day. God, he had to get some fresh air. 

Peter made it outside and was cooling down from that super awkward and weird encounter, when he saw you pulling out of the car park in your car, singing along loudly to some Miley Cyrus song. He turns away, trying not to make it obvious that he was avoiding you. But you turned your head as you were looking for oncoming traffic, and you saw him. 

You don’t know why you did it, but you rolled your window down and yelled above the loud ass music, “Hey Peter! You waiting on a ride?” 

He was too caught off guard to lie, and to be fair he didn’t even like lying, so he shook his head and before he knew it, he was getting in your car. 

“Where are you heading?” You asked, turning the music down. He tries not to be as awkward as before as he says, “Queens, but it’s a far drive you really don’t have to-” 

“Oh I live there too! Don’t even worry about it,” you say, happy you could do something for the odd kid. He was a bit awkward, but in a cute sort of way. It almost made your stomach get butterflies at the thought of you of all people making him nervous. 

“Oh okay, thanks so much. I really appreciate it,” he says, then after a beat of intense silence with Miley wailing in the background, he decides to try and make conversation. “So how long have you been working for Mr. Stark?” 

“Since I was 16, so like 3 years. Most of it was being Ms. Potts’ assistant though,” you say, tapping your fingers to the beat. 

“Woah, wait so did you like graduate early?” He asks, now immensely intrigued. You give him the rundown of the past 6 years of your life, to which he’s very impressed and totally not thinking about how pretty you look in the dying sunlight. Totally would never do that. 

“But yeah, that’s me. What about you, how did you get involved with Mr. Stark?” You ask, glancing over at him slightly. You must say for a dork, he had some very nice features. 

“Very long story that includes him hitting on my aunt. Ugh,” he shivers at the memory, “And a trip to Germany.” 

That rings some bells in your head, but to be fair Mr. Stark is in Germany a lot so you don’t really question it. Like I said, you don’t connect dots very well unless it’s in the form of equations. 

You guys talk all the way to Peter’s apartment, you even give him your phone number if he ever needs a ride to the office. As Peter walks off, you both can’t help but wonder how weird the day has been. But as you drive off and turn up the radio, you put it out of your mind. Time to go home and relax. 

Only when you got home, you didn’t relax. Almost as soon as you step into your apartment, your phone lets out a little “cha-ching” noise, notifying you that someone just venmoed you. You completely forgot about Spidey owing you for your ice cream until you saw the little notification: Spidey paid you $10 with an ice cream emoji underneath. You smirk, then go back to fully entering your apartment. Only to hear your phone go off a few seconds later, another venmo notification, this time a comment left under the money he just paid you. 

I feel really bad about earlier. I figured I’d pay for both. 

You raise an eyebrow at your phone, smiling a little to yourself. He seems sweet. Sweeter than most guys you’ve run into in the middle of New York. And trust me, it’s happened more often than you’d like to admit. 

You type back. 

I really appreciate that Spiderdude. Love the profile pic;)

His profile picture was that one Spiderman meme with the three Spidermans pointing at each other. It made you giggle, at least he had a sense of humor. Most superheroes (*cough* Steve Rogers *cough*) didn’t. A few seconds later he sends another message. 

Next time I’ll get you three scoops:)

You smiled and decided that was a pretty good deal, three free ice creams? Sounds like a scam but you weren’t going to question it. You just put your phone down and decided it was time to have a nice warm bath and rock out to Taylor Swift. 

It was a while before you heard from both Peter or Spiderman, and you were still clueless to the fact that they were the same person. After a few weeks of that whole situation being off your mind, you were going into work on a late night call from Mr. Stark said that something urgent came up with the Spiderling and he wasn’t in town to take care of it. So, you jumped out of bed and rushed out still in your pajamas to the Stark Tower. 

You sped all the way there, the stars oddly bright for the city. You made note to go to the rooftop of your apartment whenever you were able to make it back. You always had a thing for the stars, having not grown up in New York. The city was beautiful, but you could truly say that you hated the nights there. No stars glittering overhead, cars and people being loud at all hours of the night. The only good thing you could say about the night in New York was all the food places that were open 24/7. (You tend to have a craving for Thai food at odd hours of the night.) 

Upon arriving at the Stark Tower, you ask F.R.I.D.A.Y what’s going on, and she directs you to your lab. You make your way up there, wondering what in the world this kid could be needing that’s so urgent. If it’s something stupid, dear god, help him. You would molly whop him into the next dimension. 

The lab doors upon a very beat up Spiderboy, who’s laid across your desk. Laying in a pile of blood. Okay, good enough reason, you supposed, immediately dropping all idea’s of punching the poor kid in the head. 

You rush up to him, taking in his half dead state of being. A giant would- no a hole would be a better way of putting it. Just a big hole in his side, with a lot of blood seeping out of it. You poke him, making sure he’s still breathing. He groans in response, it’s enough to get you moving. You had planned on this a long time ago, you created a device to regrow skin just for this occasion. You found it and within seconds, his wound began healing, though it might take a while for him to create enough blood to be able to even be able to sit up again. At that thought, you ordered F.R.I.D.A.Y. to get the building’s onsite medical team to get the kid. 

Once you were finished fixing his gaping hole, you poked him again, praying he was still alive. There was so much blood everywhere, but you tried to keep your Thai food down as you begged for him to wake up. 

“Come on kid, you can’t die on me. Mr. Stark would kill us both,” you say, starting to shake him now. You could see his chest moving up and down slightly, but he wasn’t waking up. You pleaded in your head for the med team to get there quickly, you didn’t know why you were so upset by this. Sure, it would be sad if the kid died, but you didn’t know him like that. You didn’t know him well enough to be crying over his dying body, begging him to just open his eyes or say something. Not that you could see them through the mask-

The mask. 

Your trembling hand goes to take it off, but the medical team rushes in just as you begin peeling it off, only exposing his neck. 

You step back as the med team begins working on him, you let them know that you healed him, but he needed blood. That was all you could say before they moved him onto the gurney and began taking him away, you called after, “Just wake up, Spidey, please!” 

That was the first thing that Peter remembers hearing, your voice. Lights were flashing overhead as he heard people saying things above him, though he couldn’t comprehend any of it. God, he was so dizzy. And why wasn’t his side hurting anymore? He started grabbing for his side, but the people around him stopped him from doing so. What was going on?

“You were bleeding out,” one of them says from above him, he’s starting to hear them more clearly now. Maybe his superhealing had finally set in. “No, Ms. y/l/n just saved your life. Now calm down, you’re going to be okay.” 

Peter didn’t realize he was just speaking his thoughts as they came to him, he also didn’t realize that you had decided to follow the medical team just to make sure he ended up okay. It’s not that you didn’t trust them, you just wanted to be sure. So much for looking at the stars, huh? 

Peter kept babbling as the medical team got him to their facility a few floors down, starting to connect tubes to give him more blood. One of them goes to take his mask off to check for any head wounds, but he stops them. He’s conscious enough to know that he knows none of these people, and none of these people need to know that he’s Peter Parker. 

“You’re Peter Parker?” You say, total confusion in your voice. Damn it, did he say that out loud? “Yes, you did, you idiot.” 

You get as close as you can without getting in the way of the people trying to help him. Once they were all done and he was getting the blood that he needed, you asked them to leave so you could talk to Peter. How did you not realize? He has a very distinctive voice, and obviously that’s why Mr. Stark brought him into your lab a few weeks ago. Seriously, not your best moment. 

“So you’re the infamous Spiderman?” You say, sitting on the edge of his cot. He peels his mask off and takes a breath of fresh air. 

“Wait,” it hits him that you didn’t know, what is going on? “You didn’t know?” 

“Nope,” you laugh, “I’m not really sure how I didn’t, especially after Mr. Stark brought you in there. I’m also not sure how he never mentioned that you were there person I’ve been making all this superhero stuff for. Must have slipped his mind.” Understatement of the century. 

“I thought you knew, that’s why I never really mentioned it. Also,” he smiles a little to himself, “I promised to get you ice cream next time I saw you. How about it?” 

You raise your eyebrow at him, “You’re in a cot getting blood poured into you.” 

“When I’m better?” 

“Sounds like a date.”

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“ cuddle–bugs. „

(( REQUEST PART THREE ))

mcu!peter parker x reader.

!!! read part one | part two | part four | part five here !!!

IN WHICH — you fell asleep on your best friend during movie night and the avengers won’t let you live it down. meanwhile, peter plans to ask you out, but an old friend of yours gets in the way :0

✨masterlist.✨

3.2k.

It felt good for you to finally get some sleep. It seemed like sleeping cuddled next to Peter was the perfect remedy for your sudden insomnia. You wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. Waking up in his arms, his biceps snug around you; his quiet snores that still sang through your thoughts. Their melody, and the leftover fumes of his cologne, kept you in a peppy mood. That, and Harley’s holiday visit.

You hadn’t seen Harley in what felt like a year, despite how it had only been a few months. Still, as much as seeing your friend got you excited, the whole Peter–debacle kept you in a tizzy.

Tony had asked you to help circuit a drone prototype in his lab, which gave you a great opportunity to dwell on the fact that Peter definitely saw the framed photo Sam took of the two of you. And read the sticky note. The thought still made your heart rate spike a little, but you couldn’t decipher what it was stemming from.

Part of this made you feel giddy. It gave you a chance to open the bottled up feelings you’ve been rejecting for Peter, and really, truly, encourage them. The other part, however, made you incredibly nervous. Anxious, even. He could react in a way that would completely redefine the long–term friendship that you two had.

His response could either be something equally as smitten, or something that’d haunt you for the rest of your life. It was conflicting, but also you knew that at a certain point, you wouldn’t be able to hide from your feelings anymore. Peter would inevitably find out. You just hoped that it wouldn’t ruin the way he looked at you.

While re–wiring the drone’s hardware, you began to spiral down the dark abyss of how badly this could end. He wouldn’t necessarily get angry with you. Peter Parker didn’t have an angered bone in his body; but this could very well, quite possibly, most definitely, create an incredibly uncomfortable atmosphere in your dynamic.

Fuck.

You wished he’d react the same way he did when you both found out you were superheroes, or when you’d both been recruited to be part of the Avengers. Peter had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. Would these feelings really change that much of it?

“There you are!” Peter’s voice from the doorframe disrupted your thoughts. You immediately felt the way your heart leapt in your chest.

You did hope that things wouldn’t change because of a dumb crush. However, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel like things with the two of you were changing already.

Quickly, you glanced over your shoulder, careful not to distract your work. The way Peter walked over to you seemed radiant; he was glowing, and it wasn’t just because he looked fresh out of the shower. He smiled at you, toothy and spritely. The way it suited his energy was contagious, and spread a small grin right to your lips. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” He added, prancing up beside you.

Your focus went back to the drone, mostly because you wanted to hide from the inevitable blush that coated your complexion. “Oh yeah?” You mused, cheeky. “How come?”

Peter leaned his back against the desk you were working at. He kept a comfortable distance from you, but a bit less than usual. You only noticed because his body heat nearly overloaded your system. You cleared the invisible tickle from your throat, feeling the urge to try and hide what felt like vulnerability.

“I wanted to show you my new lockscreen.” His tone outlined his smile audibly. Peter excitedly showed you the addition to his phone, as though he’d been rehearsing it. You felt the way your eyes widened and your face flush at the photo. The same photo that was framed at your bedside. “Sam sent it to me.” He added the detail once you saw it.

Your eyes met. You could feel the playful demeanor that Peter had been camouflaging. He knew exactly what he was doing, and by the dorky expression on his face, you knew that your reaction was exactly what he’d been hoping for.

Dropping the hardware tools beside the drone, you used slow movements. You needed to get his phone. The power he had with that photo was too much for him, and it was already getting to his head. Your hand plunged towards the device, but Peter dodged your reach like he was one step ahead of you. He was always one step ahead of you.

“Peter Benjamin Parker.” You fought back your smile by trying to use a disciplinary tone, but your laughter won the battle. He took paces backwards, and you followed his movement. “Give me your cell phone!”

He laughed, raising a brow. “You want my phone?” He was playing coy, teasingly. “You’re just jealous of my lockscreen.” You two traveled around the large laboratory, him still walking backwards like it was nothing. “I could just AirDrop it to you, if you want it so bad–”

Leaping forward, he dodged you again. He was having too much fun with this, waving his phone in front of your face like a chew toy. “You’re so evil.” Your playful glare was one of Peter’s favorite looks of yours. He took it in like he was taking a picture of it.

His brow arched again, mocking you. “Am I really?” He bantered. You had to admit: as stubborn as you could be, Peter’s playful spirit was something you always enjoyed. And the banter was absolutely riveting to partake in.

Peter’s laughter filled the room as you started to chase him. He was skilled walking backwards, but running was an entirely different story. The two of you practically chased your tails around each other; Peter holding his phone high above you, and you eagerly sprinting and jumping up to try and grasp it.

In the thick of the moment, you’d finally caught up to him. Body to body. Chest to chest. His arm was still extended to the ceiling, phone held to the sky, but his focus was completely captured by you. Your eye contact was thick, and your little fits of giggles halted to a stop at the rousing tension.

Damp strands of curls fell in front of his face as he studied you, eyes tracing features of your face that he’d already memorized. The scent of his shower would’ve sent your head in a pother, if not for the feeling of your bodies melding together. You could feel his heart racing through the mere fabrics of your shirts; you were certain he felt the speedy rhythm of yours, too.

His arm slowly lowered back to his side, but you both could care less about his lockscreen right now. You kept your eyes tied to his, keeping up with the silent conversation you were having. Peter’s mouth opened, dry as he scrambled to find his words. “Y/N..” His voice was soft, gentle. “I need to ask you something.”

Curious and confused, you tilted your head a little. “Ask me what–?”

“Y/N!” You heard your name called from the doorframe. Both you and Peter shifted your focus to meet the interruption, finding Harley waiting impatiently. “C’mon! I’ve got something to show you.” How inconvenient.

A look of apology shadowed your face when you looked back up at Peter. “Can you ask me later?” It was the last thing you wanted to ask, but you couldn’t keep Harley waiting; the subtle tapping of his foot caused guilt to nag at your focus.

Both you and Peter peeled away from each other, slowly. It felt unnatural, especially considering that neither of you had the strength to break eye contact.

Peter forced a smile, though you could tell there was disappointment behind it. “Yeah! Yeah. Go.” He waved at Harley, noticing the small glare that accompanied the mirrored action back. “I’ll catch you later.”

He watched you smile at him before running off with Harley. That was how things had been since he’d returned from school.

Harley was always the first to bid for your attention, or drag you out of a room when you and Peter found yourselves alone in it. He was the ultimate cockblock, and a jealous one at that.

Peter had enough trust in you and your friendship to know that there was no competition for his spot as your best friend. However, now his hat was in the ring for a new title: your boyfriend.

Harley could one–up him there.

Peter still had hope after his talk with Sam in the kitchen yesterday morning. He finally felt the courage he needed to ask you out. To ask if you felt the same way. But Harley didn’t make his conquest any easier. In fact, he’d done nothing but get in his way. It was almost like Harley knew what Peter was trying to do.

Last night was Sam’s pick for team movie night. Of course, Sam chose a festive rom–com; he chose The Holiday, and sent Peter a little wink as he cued up the movie. This was an opportunity, and Peter wasn’t going to take it for granted. However, Harley wasn’t going to let Peter have it that easy, either.

As Peter sat beside you, Harley sat on the other side of you, arm draped over the back of the couch. Right where Peter wanted his to be. He noticed how stiff you were, and the way you awkwardly kicked your feet as the movie played.

The memory played through Peter’s head all day, especially while this question burned in his throat. He’d never been so eager to ask you something; so compelled to know the response you’d give him.

Part of him was scared. Just a small part of him. He knew it was a gamble to try and enhance your relationship. You’d either reciprocate the emotions he had for you, or the friendship would go through a little awkward fit. Either way, Peter knew it was a growing experience. He was willing to risk it if it meant getting to spend time with you romantically.

Harley just seemed to anticipate every chance you and Peter caught a moment alone.

Peter wasn’t planning to give up just yet.

And neither were you.

You did enjoy your time with Harley, but it felt like he was pushing it a little. Occasionally, you had the habit of cluelessness, but even now, the inkling that Harley was getting at something felt stronger than ever.

“C’mon, Keener.” You pressed him, trying to get the boy to crack. “It’s like you’re holding me hostage here.” For the past hour, you’d been trying to leave to go find Peter. Your hands went up in defense when Harley shot a look of surprise at you. “Don’t get me wrong, I’ve missed you too, but I’ve–”

That’s when it hit you. Harley was getting at something. Something big. The look he shot at you was overwhelming. You couldn’t quite grasp what he was trying to express to you, but you could tell that he was about to tell you.

He took a breath, slicing through the deafening quiet. “Y/N, I need to ask you something.” His tone was stern, precise. He’d been practicing this, you were sure of it.

Your posture straightened out. From how it sounded, this seemed really serious. Your whole demeanor shifted, stilled. “Yeah, anything.” The last thing you wanted was for Harley to feel like he couldn’t tell you something.

Harley stared into your eyes, grounding you for a moment. You could feel just how much you were anticipating the question, and just how slowly the world spun before he spat out the words. It reminded you of how Peter had something to ask you, too. You wondered just how serious of a question Peter’s was–

“Would you go out with me? Li–like on a date?”

You froze. A date? A date with Harley?

It felt wrong for your thoughts to be consumed by anybody else in this moment, yet they were. Shoulders slumping, you gave him a sympathetic smile. “Harley, I’m flattered, but I—”

He interrupted you. “You have feelings for someone else?” His question came out like a scoff, almost like he was trying to beat you at answering him. “Parker, right?”

And in that moment, when your heart swelled and your cheeks flushed, you finally accepted it. Your posture settled a little, and the breath you’d been holding for the past few days finally released itself. “Yeah.. Yeah, I do.” Your lips curved sympathetically, not wanting to put salt in Harley’s wound. “Y’know, I still appreciate you though, right?”

Harley smiled at you, “Yeah, yeah, whatever..” He laughed quietly. “Now, go find your love–bug boyfriend. I’m sure he’s dying to see you.”

With a grin on your face, and a bittersweet farewell to Harley, you went on your way to find Peter. You knew that rejecting Harley shouldn’t have been as inspiring to you as it ended up being. Now more that ever, you felt determined to ask Peter out. Whether he was planning to ask you or you ask him, you weren’t going to give up until you had a date set on the calendar.

Turning the hallway corner, you found yourself rounding to the kitchen, following the faint sound of Peter’s voice. Waltzing with his words was the sound of Sam’s too, conversing with your best friend. You paused in your tracks, listening in on their conversation til you had a good time to intervene.

Tiny klanks and clinks of spoon on mug came from further away, muffled under Sam as he spoke, “You going to the holiday party tomorrow night?” He asked, “I heard there’s gonna be mistletoe.” You could hear the way his voice shaped into his mug as he took a loud sip of his drink, “You should take Y/N and go find it.”

Heat flooded your face at how forward Sam was, and at the idea of kissing Peter. It was thrilling to think that in just twenty–four hours, you could be kissing Peter Parker. You wouldn’t have to avoid him anymore, you could freely sit with him and express your feelings–

A sigh could be heard from closer than anticipated. A sigh that sounded dejected, conflicted. Rejecting. Ouch. You slowly crept around the corner, eying Peter’s back as he replied to Sam.

“I’m not gonna do that. I can’t.” Peter seemed to hesitate, but that didn’t take away from how much it hurt. “I just don’t want..”

“You don’t want to kiss me?” You found your place to interject, now standing in view of Sam and Peter’s back.

As Peter turned to look at you, it didn’t take much to notice the way his heart was in his throat. His whole body was stiff with regret, and his hands held the air in front of him like there was something to fix. But there wasn’t; you had your answer.

Peter Parker didn’t love you like that.

“Y/N, I–” Even as he took steps towards you, it felt like he only got further away from you. You put space between the two of you, a hand coming out to emphasize the physical boundary you needed.

You shut your eyes for a second, taking a breather. Keeping your composure was your main focus. “No, no. It’s fine.” You tried to keep earnesty and understanding in your tone. “But you don’t have to make kissing your best friend seem like such a chore.” You snapped a bit more intensely than you’d intended, but you needed to. You had to leave.

One more breath and you left, unable to look Peter in the eye again before you made your way to your room. You hated how the look on his face stuck in your brain like some traumatic flashback. The look in his eyes when he saw you was almost as hurt as you were. It didn’t make sense.

Making your way into your room, a knock interrupted your peace of mind. Holding off on processing your rejection, you turned and met eyes with Sam. You didn’t know whether it was a welcomed company or something you wanted to turn away.

Before you could open your mouth, Sam spoke up.

“I know what happened back there wasn’t.. The best, but I swear it was–”

“Sam.” The words came out shorter than you were used to. “If you’re here to talk to me about that, I don’t want to hear it.”

It sucked. You hated the feeling of being rejected. It also felt so much heavier because you’d already been avoiding Peter, you’d already been missing his company; now, you felt like you had more reason to steer clear of him. You hated it. You hated how much it hurt you.

Shaking his head, Sam got on task. “Right, okay.” His tone became less sympathetic, but his expression still said everything that his words didn’t. “Buck and I were assigned to stakeout tomorrow, but our backup fell through. What Parker and I were talking about in the kitchen was if you and him could stakeout and then Buck and I could back–up for you two.”

You blinked a few times. He was really asking you to do that? To sit in a car with Peter after he’d just ripped your heart out?

After thinking about it like that, you fully realized that Peter was oblivious to your heartbreak. He didn’t know he’d rejected you, and he was still your best friend. Maybe this was a sign, and something the two of you needed to do.

Sighing, you held back an eye roll. “Fine. I could do that.” You placed your hands on your hips, raising a brow at Sam. “Did Peter agree to it?”

“Cuddle–bug said that as long as you were okay with it, he’d be more than happy to.”

Hearing the nickname lodged a dagger in a spot you didn’t think was reachable. God, it hurt. It might get worse with this mission, but you also knew that you’d never forgive yourself if you’d fully pushed Peter away.

“Okay. Then tell him to meet me in the garage tomorrow morning.”

Sam seemed to respect the boundary, and let you be after you’d given him the request. You didn’t have the stomach to see Peter before the stakeout, and you knew you’d have to prepare yourself quite a bit before you’d have to spend god knows how long with him tomorrow. Alone.

God knows how long you’d have to spend with him alone, in a car, doing nothing.

You were planning to kill Sam when you got back, especially if this was some kind of ruse to set up you and your best friend.

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#🪷 .゜𝕭𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒. #🕊️ .゜𝕰𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝕽𝐄𝐐. #imagine #marvel imagines #mcu #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #tasm peter parker #mcu peter parker #peter parker canon #mcu peter x reader #mcu imagine #mcu fluff #peter parker blurb #peter parker x you #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland blurb #tom holland fluff

[quite-an-odd-fellow]

Normal Oak-Swallows-Garcia-Marlowe-Lee-Wilson-Swift-The Unworthy, a not so Perky Peppy guy (spoilers through season 2, episode 44 of Dungeons and Daddies)

Will Campos is a brilliant role player, which was already evident from watching him play Henry, but to me Normal shines as the one that actually suppresses his emotions effectively, leaving him emotionally isolated.

Taylor never really tries to hide what he’s feeling, but even Scary and Link who do try to hide their feelings are usually pretty obvious about it anyway. Her tummy never hurt, she just wanted the attention. “Boss Kicks” is pretty clearly not a mature person who’s moved on from learning the truth about his father.

But Normal? He always backs down. Always lets it go. Puts on a grin, because he’s a mascot at heart and he at least needs a mask if he can’t be wearing the Teenie head. Everything gets pushed down so he can carry on with enthusiasm. He loves these people, because they’re his only friends and he can’t rely on his family. None of them really notice him, though.

Somehow perfectly reminiscent of Henry’s anxieties in a realistic generational way without playing into things too heavily, Normal is standing on the edge of a tightrope that’s always threatening to snap. He takes about a dozen punches to the trauma center of his brain throughout these adventures, from his father not being proud of him, to Taylor and Link bonding and becoming closer to each other while he’s left to the side, to Scary trying to sabotage everything he’s working towards, to Hermie rejecting him then immediately offering a date he doesn’t care about if he’ll kill Scam, you get the picture.

In the end, he tries so hard to get everyone to be close, happy, good, and better than their fathers that he sometimes crosses the line without realizing it.

In episode 44, he tries in his own way to bring Scary to a better place. He figures it’s a good idea for her to apologize to Tony Pepperoni, he felt guilty about their involvement, so surely Scary must want to get some of that weight off her chest too, she was the reason he died! Even if misguided, his heart was in the right place. Inevitably, he's met with anger and disdain from Link and Taylor, who never give him an inch.

What can he say, though? Lark and Sparrow don’t like the way he is. His ‘friends’ often don’t like the way he is, and they all partner up with each other without him. Hermie rejects him pretty harshly and then tries to use him to get with his 'better' friend/wife.

Nobody likes him, from his perspective. Honestly, from my perspective too. Link likes (crushes on? It feels that way to me) Scary the most, from how I see it. Taylor feels like his best friend, and Normal’s… his childhood friend that’s a part of the group? They aren’t the same kind of close.

Taylor is mostly just chaotically Taylor, but often butts heads with Normal’s ideals. He doesn’t really show any signs of caring. Even he focused in on Scary, although it was with negative feelings. He’s besties with Link and loves to get into shenanigans with him. But he never really pays attention to Normal, or has fun with him.

Scary I think actually does somewhat like Normal, but has been too in her own head to give thought to him. Clearly she opposed and was angry with him at her worst, but in lighter moments she actually sort of looked out for him in her own way. In the most recent episode, she clearly puts a bit more thought towards him than before now that he’s so obviously upset. Link is too, but it comes off more as guilt for now than concern. Unfortunately that’s kind of the only time she actually shows real thought towards him, and he’s already been pushed off the edge.

I’ve been waiting a long time for Normal to have his full breakdown. His sister is literally named Hero, she was made for this, not him. Nobody liked Teenie until Link danced in the costume. His friends aren’t actually his friends. His parents don’t even like who he is. He thinks he’s good for nothing.

So he throws on that crumbling mask, putting back on the shell he’d tried to break out of, and stews in silence. Hides because there’s nothing left holding him together but the tiniest thread of the mascot surrounding him keeping him from shattering.

It’s beautiful, and this season has absolutely knocked me on my ass.

Normal is such a well crafted lonely teenager who can’t seem to fit in. It’s why I think he was so connected to the Doodler. The Doodler is in his family’s blood, they all either desire it’s demise or were literally born to bring it about, but he empathized with it. Wanted to show it unconditional love, because that’s all he’s ever wanted. And even that connection is overshadowed by Scary’s connection with it.

This poor, poor boy. All of the cast has had great moments that made me feel like this too, but damn is he a well roleplayed teenager. I feel that gut punch every time he’s pushed to the side or laughs off his traumas like I was in high school all over again.

I absolutely cannot wait for the next episode, and am cautiously hoping that by the end of his arc we can see the kid be happy and know that he’s loved.

#dungeons and daddies #normal oak #scary marlowe #taylor swift #lincoln lee wilson #sparrow oak #lark oak #unhinged rant #seriously just me talking way too long about normal oak #will campos #beth may #matthew arnold #freddie wong #anthony burch #give the poor lad a break maybe

[ikoarts]

March 2023 Art (Part 2)

vvv dates + info under the cut vvv

1, 2 - 21-22/03/2023 : again like 2nd was 22nd by a margin bc i was drawing past midnight again lol, wanted to draw Toni in a Danny Elfman fit hehe, also a sick ass doodle of her with her guitar which is probs inaccurate (i do not play guitar. or anything. :D) but i like it shut up

3 - 22/03/2023 : more of Toni in the fit. lord forgive if i say something unwise

4-8 - 23/03/2023 : HORSES GALORSES!!!!!! i enjoy this au where toni n ru are just real horses doing horse things, ive mentioned Ru is a marwari, Toni is an italian trotter hehe

9-11 - 28/03/2023 : randomness x ,, erm heres some roupaz for the soul, think i just finished rewatching sonic x at this point, so was thinking of them <3 a noisette eye fink i drew for @creaturedrawz, shes silly i like how i drew her, also pizza tower toni. towering her pizzas and peppi her nos

12-14 - 28-29/03/2023 : another batch where i was drawing into the wee hours, Toni in a comfy outfit, and some more lil hers, i very much enjoy drawing teen toni, like ik i would have been friends with her, 2nd of her there i imagined her a little older where shes pretty much sure shes a gril so is trying to present more feminine, shes also obnoxious x

15, 16 - 31/03/2023 : ru riding a lil pony, idk why, she just is, let her do her thing x ,, also a TDOV doodle of my trans ocs (toni, ginger, copper) doin peanuts dances bc i thought it was cute

#iko's shit #March2023 #2023art #don't tag as kin/id/me #digital art #fine art #original art #fanart #ocs #original character #ocs:toni #ocs:rushada #ocs:ginger cake #ocs:copper #sonic the hedgehog #rouge the bat #sonic x #pizza tower #noisette #pizza tower noisette #TDOV #trans day of visibility 2023 #trans day of visibility #YM&V

[misty-sparkles]

What's your taste in fictional characters

I have several categories of blorbos.

Short kings: Sans, Jevil, Spamton, Meta Knight, Commander Peepers.

Peppy morons: Pinkie Pie, Papyrus, Wheatley, Peridot, Iono.

Angy: aformentioned Commander Peepers, Popuko, Mad Mew Mew, Tony the Talking Clock.

Though I have many blorbos that don't fit into these categories, my main ones tend to have one or two of these traits.

[piratewithvigor]

Things that should happen in AEW

JR reveals he really thought Hangman's thing was "cowboy shiznit" and is baffled that it's actually "cowboy shit"

Tony gets to cuss one (1) person out a night and you never know who it might be

Hook kisses Danhausen like Sammy kisses Tay (I don't actually ship them that hard, I just think it would make Danhausen speechless if he did it just one time)

Every Bret Hart fanboy has a reverse custody match where the winner gets to be adopted by Bret

A gimmick where the guy is super peppy and bubbly and rides a scooter and he and Darby have a cinematic match inside a skating bowl (now if only there was a wrestler who was peppy and happy and drove a scooter)

The ropes are temporarily replaced with licorice

William Regal becomes a permanent commentary mainstay and also records a series of audiobooks

More elderly wrestlers adopt young guys who have similar gimmicks (or dissimilar gimmicks, I just want more dilf content)

Bryan Danielson wrestles in a black long sleeve crop top and cargos (no, NOT like a Kim Possible cosplay 😏)

Eddie Kingston actually gets to finish his dessert without interruptions

Jericho gets a cloak and staff (to be used as a weapon. For the spell called "bonk on head")

Jake Hager's stylist is either fired, or sent to an optometrist

Adam Cole is given an intervention cause he can't pick friends for shit

Yuta gets to wear a flower crown

Chuck makes friends with the new talent so that they have an ally and he has more friends and he and Orange just collect an army of bright-eyed, bushy-tailed youngsters

When Kenny comes back, he comes out to Cult Of Personality, so everyone gets excited for Punk, and then he emerges and it's Kenny and the roof is blown off the place

The Japanese wrestlers just scream whatever they want in Japanese (bonus points if they just yell words of friendship super aggressively, or basically order a Subway sandwich)

One night of just women's matches with a single men's match around the hour mark and no one notes it as being out of the ordinary

Bucks reveal their ring names are actually their reverse birth names (ie, Matt was born Nick and Nick was born Matt)

4 way Playboy Pillow Fight in full lingerie featuring Wardlow, PH Hobbes, Keith Lee and Samoa Joe

#feel free to add on #these are just some ways I'd improve the company #AEW

[x-heesy]

Who here tells you to do öö öö

Stöö times two equals Stöö Stöö

Stöö makes a donut, Stöö outruns the police

When the light turns red, pull over to the side of the road

Stöö swallows dunks when something else comes to mind

The light turns green and the popos continue their journey

Eevil cooks, Stöö whips, Stöö whips

Stöö gets stupid and passes a lobotomy

Stöö is a simple drummer, he only plays toms

It's funny, it's pretty

And that's how we were until Tyra Banks left

Eevil Stöö is a bandit, Eevil Stöö is a Criminal

Sensitive really short guy, minimal

Mini cabbage Herko, Eevil Stöö has a big head

Climate change is real before there was a big ice

Who orders? Who orders?

Who is in charge here? Who gives orders?

Who orders? Who orders?

Who is in charge here? Who gives orders?

Who orders? Who orders?

Who is in charge here? Who gives orders?

Who orders? Who orders?

Who is in charge here? Who gives orders?

Don't double check, but you can call the fire department

Stöö spat at the fire house nun in the monastery

It's hot, it's cool

When Tyra Banksi left Stö's bottom lip

Eevil Stöö is the truth, Eevil Stöö is real

Stöö is not the fictional dinosaur Yoshi

From Japan Yamamoto from Africa Toto

It's Peppi Lotta Sikuriina Toni Alvanoto

Skateboard, Eiffel tower, Long boot short surface

A really long nickname, kerkes melts the snow castle

Stöö went super dum dum

Some people just don't understand why sesame doesn't open

Who orders? Who orders?

Who is in charge here? Who gives orders?

Who orders? Who orders?

Who is in charge here? Who gives orders?

Who orders? Who orders?

Who is in charge here? Who gives orders?

Who orders? Who orders?

Who is in charge here? Who gives orders?

Kuka täällä käskee? by Eevil Stöö (Who is in charge here?) 🎧 @luna-zylum

#swag #on and on and on and ​on and on and on and #Eevil Stöö #Eevil Stoo #5/2023 #gif mood board #mood in between #track of the day #exploring music #international beats #fucking favorite #music #now playing #spotify #music and art #x-heesy

[wormholxtreme]

peppy for a ship meme cuz i miss my children

Ship Meme | PEPPY

where they first met and how

They met at Stark Industries when Pepper tried to go see Tony after Tony expressly told Happy he wanted to be left alone. And then Pepper pepper sprayed him in the face. Talk about a meet-cute.

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved

Happy was hooked from day one. He was just Phoebus from Hunchback what a woman. It took Pepper longer to catch feelings but for her it was a little bit over time until it just hit her one day.

who fell for who first ( if applicable )

Happy fell for Pepper from the get-go but never thought Pepper would feel the same about him so decided to stay friends. A true simp king.

where their first date was and what it was like

Their first real date was dinner on top of the Stark Tower. Happy had put together a very special dinner of Pepper's favorite food and wine. He dressed up nice. And he made sure they were alone for a few hours to talk and solidify their feelings after they had a wild night of a banquet being attacked.

who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? )

After a banquet was attacked and Happy made sure that Tony was okay in the hospital he went to check on Pepper at her place. It was a spark of adrenaline, of celebrating the fact they were still alive and well and they sort of just crashed into each other. Or rather thrust but shhh

who proposes first

Happy proposes like THREE FRICKIN' TIMES. But it's cool he loves her XD

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away

In the beginning Pepper wanted to keep it more on the downlow while she figured out what it really meant but that lasted like a week XD these hoes were in love with each other for like 10 years so it didn't take long before it was open. Even still people forget they're together XD

where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? )

WHICH TIME??? The first time

if they adopt any pets together

They run a damn animal sanctuary. What pets DON'T they have. They've got dogs and cats and horses and a black panther named Luna and just you name it.

who’s more dominant

Happy for sure. He's a service dom through and through and boy does he love to show off in the most subtle ways about it

where their first kiss was and what it was like

Their first kiss was passionate and full of adrenaline and spark. The joy of being alive. It was a magical moment for both of them where all the pining finally came to a head and they just went for it.

if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? )

Happy matches his ties to Pepper's dresses no matter what color she's wearing. They totally have matching jackets, especially when they open their animal sanctuary. And they definitely have matching his and hers mugs and just all the stuff they could have matching they do.

how into pda they are

Pepper is very touchy and always hanging on Happy's arm and touching him and holding hands. Happy like showing his love in acts of service so anything he does to service her is a form of PDA for him but I'd say they are light but obvious with the PDA

who holds the umbrella when it rains

Happy. Even if Pepper tells him she can handle her own umbrella, Happy is always holding the umbrellas and doors and you name it my man is a good country boy with good country boy values especially when it comes to his lady.

where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable )

Pepper's favorite vegetarian restaurant that started making one single steak dinner for Happy when he shows up. It's intimate and cute and anything that gets Pepper to eat is a bonus.

who’s more protective

HAPPY. He's the frickin' head of security but god if Pepper doesn't PUT HERSELF IN DANGER more than she needs to. Happy's number one saying "Baby please don't make me kick this guy's ass."

how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ )

10 GODDAMN LONG ASS YEARS

if they argue about anything

Pepper is a bratty brat of course they argue! But usually it's either Pepper calling Happy out on his bullshit because she knows he does not think highly of himself and that he sacrifices so much for her and Tony and his family with a stoicism and grace that most lack and don't even notice and then Happy pushes her to do self care which pisses her off because she's not a child but he still is there to push her to do good things for herself because no one else will.

who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. )

Happy marks her up baby. He's very careful and subtle with how he does it but bet if she has a hickey she's covering up he's got that low gravely voice telling her not to because he loves seeing his marks on her.

who steals whose clothes and how often

I don't think Happy could wear a single thing that smol lady wears but she definitely takes his jacket every chance he can give it to her

how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? )

Happy is the big spoon more often than not, but sometimes on the rare occasion, he will lay his head in her lap while she pets his hair and they will cuddle up like that.

what their favourite nonsexual activity is

FOOD. Going out to eat and trying all kinds of different foods. They both have an adventurous palate though Happy's is more in the country boy meats kinda way but he's a big foodie and he likes doing anything with Pepper but especially things that get her to eat because half the time she doesn't

how long they stay mad at each other

Pepper can hold a grudge forever but when it comes to Happy, I think they both find ways to communicate in a healthy way and tend to put the fighting on the back burner to come to an answer together.

what their usual coffee / tea orders are

Happy takes his with a little creamer and that's it. And he knows EXACTLY how Pepper takes hers even if I don't

if they ever have any children together

HOW MANY KIDS DO THEY HAVE I'M JUST GONNA DROP THIS

if they have any special pet names for each other

Happy calls Pepper "Red" for obvious reasons

if they ever split up and / or get back together

Good lord yes. After having 2 failed weddings and a miscarriage Pepper broke it off with Happy and told him that he was too good for her and spilled her guts about being afraid to marry him. After he found out about her miscarriage, Happy got over himself and the pain of her leaving him at the alter and told her that she was the only one for him. They eventually reconciled and had the best wedding and build a wonderful life together

what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? )

They got that farmhouse vibe. Not vibe. It's a legit farmhouse. It's warm and cozy with huge windows to let all the nature in. They keep so many animals and it stays CLEAN because it has to

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like

Happy and Pepper had already met each other's families but their first real Christmas as a couple Happy decided to forego his own family traditions and follow Pepper to her family. He was welcomed with open arms and tons of "About damn time"s it was magical and beautiful and perfect, until Pepper convinces Happy he still needs to see his own family and then Momma Hogan's snide comments really try to break the mood but Happy totally builds them a bonfire and takes her horse back riding and just all the cute things

what their names are in each other’s phones

Pepper is in Happy's phone as "Boss Ass Bitch" because she is amazing.

Happy is in Pepper's phone as "The Bodyguard"

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? )

Does rescuing a new animal every time they go out count? Because they run an animal and basically foster care out of their home and they are always bringing in strays

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first

Pepper has a chaotic ass sleep schedule she's always the last to sleep and the first one up.

who’s the big spoon / little spoon

More often than not Happy is the big spoon and Pepper is the little spoon. This is the way

who hogs the bathroom

Pepper! She has a look that takes time and energy but their bathroom is HUGE and big enough for the both of them to get ready together

who kills the spiders / takes them outside

Happy would kill them but Pepper wants him to catch them and take them outside so he'd do that

#[character study; harold hogan] #((PEPPY OWNS MY HEART)) #((I love them so much)) #((And Happy is so in love with Pepper it ain't even funny))

[mhstark3000]

Does Morgan think that her universe hopping into peppy caused any relationship drama with her dad being Tony and not Happy?

[prey-to-go]

haha unrestrained summer fun- aka no asks means you all suffer- heres the cafe version of these two dumbasses.

Tony would rather not go into the Café, but the other option was...bloody and surprisingly not a lot of inmates were sent to death row which meant it was quickly running out. Another thing was losing control like that despite being oddly satisfying was terrifying. What if someone he cared about got lost in the bloodlust? A shiver runs down his spine at the thought being the last push to walk inside the obviously bright café.

It was a standard one, bright colors, the whole store full of customers with plates, bowls, cups with small people sitting beside food. It made his own stomach queasy to thing of some poor thing having to sit in the mess. They didn’t look to happy either. He takes a seat and a deep breath in as he glances at the menu. The best option would most likely be tea, not to hot or sticky to be in so he placed his order at the button menu at his table.

5 minutes later a waiter came out with a serving plate, a peppy smile on her face. “Good morning, sir! I have your green tea for you, and our specialized prey to properly enhance the flavor. Peter give the drink a sweet taste with hints of a sweet fruit, very popular.” She explains setting his mug down in front of him. The boy stares up at him with wide eyes before shame dances in those honey brown eyes and the gaze is broken.

“Is that everything for you sir? Our scones go well with this drink and the option of two prey comes with that.” The waiter adds on with a smile, drawing his attention back to her. “This is it for me, thanks.” He reassurance with a press smile. Still, he waits for her to leave before turning his attention to the small boy in the mug. “Peter, was it?”

He makes sure to keep his voice soft as to not scared the poor thing. All he gets is a short nod, the boy’s shoulders drawing in slowly. God, he hated how defeated the small thing looked. “I know this isn’t ah...ideal… here how about we get you out of there hmm?” He prompts softly offering his hand to the boy. Peter’s eyes flick from his hand to his face nervously a few times before he clears his throat.

“U-um...I..we...the prey isn’t supposed to leave the dish until the customer’s finished sir.” The quite voice finally says, breaking the silence. And god that rule only made his blood boil...still it wouldn’t be comfortable to sit in the tea but drinking it while the small thing was trapped in the mug?

“Well, that’s a shitty rule.” He states plainly cupping his hands around the mug. He wanted nothing more than to pluck the boy out of the drink and tuck him safely in his pocket but that’s not what he was here to do. Peter just shrugs, refusing to look him in the eyes. Well, that was something that wasn’t sitting well with him.

He takes a small breath in before gently tilting the boy’s chin up with the tip of his fingertip. Peter was chewing on his lip nervously, small hands resting nervously on his finger. He could feel the small thing shaking horribly, like a nervous little dog.

“Listen kid...I don’t want to be the bad guy here, and you have every right to feel terrified of me, but I don’t want you to be scared…So lets just chat for a bit before we get down to business hmm?

It was a painful few seconds but after a bit he gets a meek nod from the boy. It takes a few more minutes more before the boy even says anything, but he waits, his tail swishing behind him anxiously.

“I... I’m scared and..and disappointed in myself cause you’re...you’re Tony Stark and I really didn’t want to meet you like…this.” IT was brutally honest and made his entire being sink down to the floor. “Like what?” He prompts wanting to keep the boy talking. The silence seemed suffocating truthfully.

“Like food. You’re like one of the greatest mind in the world and m’ just here like...like a lemon slice.” The boy sounded like he was son the brink of tears now, the trembling back full force, enough to make a parental croon escape him. God he barely even knew the small thing and he was already pulling at things he wasn’t even aware he had.

“Kid, you’re not food. You’re just taking a job that you need and besides, I’ve been told you’re more fruity that citrusy.” He teases softly making sure to keep his tone light. Thankfully, it got an unsure smile from the boy and was enough to make him relax a tad. Maybe less food centric jokes and he could get the boy to trust him.

Another silence falls over them, Tony having to resist the urge to bring the mug up to his lips. He didn’t want to kill the small trust he had with this small boy. Unfortunately, his stomach decided to make its presence known by growling loudly. Peter’s eyes widen drastically flicking from his face to his middle nervously, small hands grasping the lip of the mug.

“Not yet.” He reassures immediately using the tip of a finger to lightly brush the boy’s hair from his face. Peter barely even flinched at the motion which he was automatically making down as a win. He didn’t want to just gulp the poor thing down, it seemed rude besides he was so young. He sighs softly leaning against the booth grimacing at the squeak the odd material let out.

“So..why don’t you tell me about yourself...ah if you want to at least, I’m more than happy to ramble if you like.” He would much rather have the boy feel safe enough to open up but that probably wouldn’t happen the first time...First time? When was this spot going to become his regular? When Peter didn’t answer, and he gave the kid a decent breath to do so he continued.

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Tony wasn’t sure how long he talked or about what all he talked about, but he was ale to coax a few giggles or smiles out of the otherwise mute boy. The mug was finally cooling down, or at least he felt like it was. As much as he would love to drag this out, he would need to swallow the kid down soon it couldn’t be comfortable to be sitting in cold tea like that.

“I hate to cut this party short but I’m sure you’re not exactly comfortable in there.” He says after a moment of silence. The crestfallen look the kid gave him was enough to make him feel like he had just stabbed a puppy in front of the kid. “I know I know I suck.” He sighs his shoulders slumping. There was no way he was drinking the tea while the kid was still inside, or when he had the small thing snugly tucked away. He tightens his grip around the mug hating at the panicked look he received.

“This is how it’s going to go alight? I’m not...the tea isn’t going with you, what I’m going to do is slip you inside. You can set the pace and everything. That seem fair?”

He didn’t get a verbal response exactly, but Peter seemed more at ease with how the whole thing had been explained. Still, he hated how much fear those eyes held when he was looked at. “I’m going to pick the cup up; I’ll go as smooth as possible.” With the warning out of the way he slowly lifted the ceramic up to his face, an odd feeling washing over him immediately. He had never felt such an odd feeling of protect before, well he had but this was different...more deep seeded. “Bottoms up, ey kid?” That got a small smile from the boy which was good enough for him.

He parts his lips slowly, resting his tongue over his fangs to avoid any mishaps. Last thing he wanted was to traumatize the boy even more and knick him on one. HE gently tips the cup towards his slightly open maw, tensing when he felt small hands brace themselves on his tongue. The green tea taste was there sure, but Peter’s taste was something entirely different, like a warm berry taste. Sweet, but not overly.

The muscle twitches eagerly under the boy but nothing happens other than a barely audible whine. That weird feeling surged inside his chest again, Tony needing to tense to keep from pulling the small thing fully into his maw. He couldn’t he knew that it would scare the kid and break the minimum trust they had going on. Instead, he crooned quietly back in response.

He wasn’t exactly able to see the boy, but he could feel some of the tension ease up. Soon the hands moved, and he felt the boy slowly start climbing more onto his tongue. The muscle twitches again as he waited for the form to fully settle and be supported before slowly puling the boy fully inside his mouth. He didn’t dare close his mouth not wanting to seal the boy into darkness so quickly.

Small hands poke around his mouth after a few seconds, the tense little body relaxing more and more as he got used to the area. He let the boy have free reign, only lightly poking him away from the fangs when he seemingly got too close.

When he nudged the kid the last time a small giggle escaped the boy. It was something he hadn’t expected to hear from Peter, well not this soon at least. The corners of his lips twitch up mischievously before he starts lapping at the boy and doing his best to target each ticklish spot on the small body. His reward was Peter downright squealing with laughter, thrashing around as he tried to avoid his ticklish fate. It was oddly cute.

After a moment he gave Peter a break, letting a soft chuckle out as the boy sprawled out on his tongue, breathing heavily, and letting a weak laugh occasionally. Much better than the reactions he was getting earlier. He gently pins the boy to the roof of his mouth, swallowing the excess saliva that had built up during their little tickle fight of sorts. Crap he hadn’t given Peter any warning. The boy was stiff again no doubt terrified again. He lets a frustrated sigh out and croons softly, doing his best to wrap the small body in a weird sort of hug.

“A-ah sir?”

Tony hums immediately in response, eager to finally be communicating with the boy even if it was just noises. He could feel tiny hands press into the muscle, hell he could practically see the nervous look on the boy’s face as he thought of his question or whatever he was about to say.

“…Thank you for...for being gentle and slow. I know this has to be really annoying...I really tried to be a good snack but its hard knowing what everyone likes and I’m...I’m just really scared of pissing the wrong person off.” Peter’s voice shook as he spoke, another croon rumbling in the demon’s chest. He hoped it soothed the boy rather frazzle his already frazzled nerves. There was a watery whimper, and a small pat in response to the noise. God this small thing was really tugging at his heart strings.

A warble comes out in response to the whimper, the demon closing his eyes as he focused on purring and holding the precious small thing safely in his jaws. It didn’t last very long but considering the boy was speaking he wasn’t going to argue.

“Sir...could...could you swallow me now I...” Peter trails off, a hint of embarrassment in his tone. “I wanna hear you talk to me again.” The kid mumbles this much quieter than the first bit and if Tony hadn’t been listening, he would’ve missed it.

That small little request made his being warm in ways he wasn’t aware he could feel warm. He chuckles softly nodding slowly. The boy squeaks at the moment, the feeling of small hands trying to find purchase or support making his heart, well reactor melt. He starts tilting his head back making sure that Peter was adjusting to the movement. He stops when he feels the kid’s feet hit the back of his throat. He pauses waiting to see the reaction he would get before he continued. Other than mild trembling there wasn’t a huge reaction.

He waited for a few seconds before letting a warning hum out and swallowing thickly. The feeling of the boy slipping into his throat was a new experience for sure but not and unwelcome one. It felt oddly right.

The demon wasn’t often able to remember his rampages and even then, he never exactly wanted to remember them but this- this was nice, almost pleasant even. He smiles slightly as he feels the boy slip past his collar bone then plop into his stomach. His hunger had never been satisfied in a way that made him feel...almost normal. He lets a pleased sigh out resting a hadn’t on his gut lost in the feeling for a moment until he felt Peter start pressing back.

“Ah...right you wanted me to continue rambling, didn’t you?” He teases softly, pointedly poking the weight that had settled against the front of his stomach. The weight moved at the poke sending an odd sensation through his body. Huh who knew smaller prey would be more satisfying.

Tony spent the next hour talking about random things, work, anything that really came to mind to sooth the boy’s nerves. A few minutes before his hour would up be realized that Peter’s breathing was deep and even. A warmth washes over him as he realizes that the small things had fallen asleep, with him. The idea was insane but still made him a tad smug he was able to make the boy feel safe enough to doze off.

He rests a hand over his middle with a soft grin before speaking in a soft whisper “I’ll see you tomorrow kiddo, hopefully you’ll be chattier.”

#soft vore #avengers soft vore #avengers vore #prey cafe au #an au within an au within an au

[reallunargift]

ok ok so I said I’d post my thoughts about that comic, and how I love Port’s characterisation in it. So here it finally is. Credit to hetascanlations for the translation.

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I am still reeling over this! So this is something that is very like Port to do to Toni? Dude how much do you tease this man and can we see more of it

Peep Toni getting distracted with the mention of them having good relations. He literally pauses to agree before remembering that he’s tied up lmao

“We’ve known each other for a thousand years” ok I think we all expected this but confirmation is always good. Anyway yeah this at least means Port was around before his official founding (again, seems obvious but confirmation is always nice.) And so was Toni.... I wanna know more about Toni!

More importantly, I really like how Hima presented Port here. It makes sense that with their history, he’d be suspicious/not entirely willing to trust Toni at face value. “Oh our websites say this? Lets put it to the test, then, show me how much I should trust you” is very much something I would expect from him, because their history is complicated.

It also seems clear to me that he doesn’t expect Toni to get the first question right. Hell, he’s surprised at how quickly Toni agrees to it. (Yes there’s the olive oil, but I think this also shows Port that Toni is confident about his knowledge of them)

 But Toni’s answer!!! My god.... not only does he get it right right away, he adds a bunch of more information regarding other cooperation dates. He also looks absolutely adorable and very pleased with himself.

Again, Port is surprised at Toni getting it right AND how fast he answers it. He’s clearly caught off guard by this. He even admits that he expected Antonio to struggle with it. And I think you see a genuine face from him (Hima has mentioned in the past that Port’s smiles are very much thought out!)

 And what does Toni do? HE REASSURES HIM!

He reassures Port that he would NEVER forget these days, that they’re important for the both of them.

And Port wasn’t looking for reassurance, he just expected Toni to struggle and not know, because that would confirm his opinion of his neighbour AND be funny to watch. This is the most flustered you see him in this comic, when Toni smiles like that at him saying he would never forget things that are important to them both.

He wasn’t expecting such a peppy reaction, and it looks like he doesn’t want Toni to misunderstand his words as wanting reassurance, either. “That’s not the kind of reaction I was askin’ from you.”  And Toni says “I see...”

“I see...” What do you see? That he doesn’t think you’d know this? That he doesn’t want your earnestness reassurance? Why was your first reaction reassuring him so earnestly....

I think it’s also important to note that Port likes to see Toni down (which I attribute to him projecting his own insecurities. Yet here is Toni, being cheerful....) And another side of it could be related to the fake bravado he accuses Toni of having in a previous comic. Maybe he’s trying to get behind Toni’s smile?

Once that moment is over, the sparkles and fake smile come back. Because he knows Toni will have trouble with the next question!

Honestly the bd/sm joke is funny as hell, and I’m glad Hima’s back to zany hijinks. But more than that, I really like the glimpse we get into Port and Toni. 

I really do think this comic goes a long way to show his suspicious nature, and his distrust of Toni because of their history. I mean, he basically spells it out for us with the “we’ve know each other for 1000 years and been at each other’s throat more times than I can count/just because we’ve been cooperating for 50 years doesn’t mean...” etc.

And I wonder if he set it up like this as a self-fulfilling prophecy. Like, if you wake up strapped to a table and get told if you don’t answer right that someone will pour olive oil on you, you’d be disinclined to being buddy-buddy with them, you know? Port has set the most hostile scenario for Toni to get him down, but Toni stills BEAMS AT HIM while saying he’d never forget those dates.....and Port is so taken aback by it.... Port just accept his feelings are real

And Toni gets more confirmation that he’s SMART. He’s SMART!!!! If I recall correctly, much of his air-headedness is by choice, because he chooses not to read the room. We already knew he’s smart, but my god... he’s competent too. He knows boring government stuff!! Am I thinking “he knows it bc it pertains to him and Port uvu”? Yes, yes I am. But even if it wasn’t, Toni would still know stuff if it’s something he’s interested in.

Again, this isn’t news. But it’s always nice to have confirmation.

To finish, Toni also clearly knows Port very well. Because despite his reaction, I think Port DOES need and want Toni’s reassurance that their relationship is important to him too. He won’t admit it, and he doesn’t need to, because Toni knows him that well.

#lunie blabbers #re spaport

[puthyflapps]

Personally I don't think we talk about the end scene of episode 7(?) Where they see a plane and think they're going to be rescued and every one is celebrating except shelby. It's so interesting to see someone who had been chronically peppy seem so heartbroken over a good thing.

When I first saw these pictures:

I literally thot they were looking up at a plane or sumn and were about to be rescued and that’s why Shelby grabbed onto Toni like that. I thot she was having a breakdown because she doesn’t wanna leave the island but more specifically, she doesn’t wanna leave Toni

I still maintain that at some point in s2, we’re gonna get a scene where Shelby has to come to grips with the fact that she truly doesn’t want to leave the island. She’s kinda hinted at it already with the whole, “if they knew who I really was I’d be dead to them anyways” scene

#I still want shelbald to be a product of miss girl going crazy in the bunker after not being allowed to see Toni or know if she’s okay #shelbald is probably just another part of the experiment like to see what her reaction to it would be #like she can hide her teeth (and pls do girl) but she can’t hide being bald #ask #the wilds #shelby goodkind

[ask-spidersisters]

Two Of A Kind (1)

Scarlet Spider sat cross legged on the ceiling of the Avenger’s Compound. It’s been a while since she’s been there, with the last two times being Christmas Eve and the aftermath of the Red Room incident. Needless to say, she’s gotten to know the medical wing quite well. Though that couldn’t be said about the rest of the compound.

This place is a fucking labyrinth.

Which led her to here, sitting alone on the ceiling, completely giving up on trying to find the reason why she had been called there in the first place.

“There you are Rosie! You get lost?”

Scarlet sighed as she tilted her head to look down at the ground where Tony Stark stood, dressed in a sleek black suit with a casual blue shirt underneath and wearing his blue tinted sunglasses. She unstuck herself from the ceiling, flipping mid fall to land on her feet in front of the billionaire.

“Whatever the fuck you want me to do, let’s just get it over with.”

“Ever the ray of sunshine huh?”

Stark’s smirk widened, completely unfazed by the annoyed spider vigilante’s frustrated tone.

“Come on kid, there’s someone I want you to meet.”

Stark turned on his heel and started heading down a hallway, Scarlet lingered behind for a while before slowly walking forward to follow.

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Anthony was sitting in the conference room, his feet crossed over each other and on top of the table with Arachne, the weird black spider cat he found in the dumpster, curled up in his lap getting pets behind her ear whilst purring. He leaned back in the uncomfortable chair as he looked up at Nick Fury, who was standing in front of him a few paces away with his hands behind his back.

Fury stared at the teen for a moment, analyzing him with his one working eye. Anthony raised a brow and waved a hand,

“I’m here again- why?” He asked, baring his teeth, his fangs slowly pushing out from his gums.

He was impatient, and frankly aggravated for no real reason. Teenage hormones, he guesses.

Fury exhaled slowly through his mouth, then looked at the teen in the eyes,

“Me and Stark-“

Anthony whipped his head back and let out a loud groan in annoyance at the mention of the peppy billionaire.

Fury stood there and blinked. He continued,

“Me and… Stark…” once he was sure Anthony wasn’t going to interrupt him again, he kept going,

���Want you to meet someone,”

They both perked up and Anthony turned his head to the door, brows furrowed, his fangs pushing outward from his gums instinctively on high alert. Fury slowly turned his head as the door opener.

“Anthony,” he announced, walking closer to Anthony and setting a hand on the chair he sat on, “meet Scarlet Spider,”

Arachne’s ears perked up from Anthony’s lap, her paws up on the table as she peered over at Stark and Scarlet, her eyes wide.

Anthony lifted his hand away from the spider cat and onto the table’s edge, where he gripped until it dented and then some, his lips peeling back and barely able to suppress a hiss as his eyes narrowed onto the all too familiar figure before him.

That bitch.

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Collab w/ @the-tangle-web

#spidersona #oc #writing #67889 Tony Stark #67889 Nick Fury #tw swearing #the tangle web

[lewd-labs]

Muse List

--------------------------------The Gals------------------------------------ (more will be added)

-Bastet: A shortstack egyptian Catgirl "goddess" (so she claims to be). Mixed with gold tattoos on her with jet black hair and golden highlights. She as an abillty to swap between monstly human with cattail and ears, halfbreed (furry) and house cat form. She is incrediably smug and is more tectical than she lets on. She maybe small (around 4ft soild) but she has alot of tricks to put you on your back.

- Casey: A True blooded werewolf (born a werewolf). her 7ft tall stature and nauturally build body is callling of that. Shes a fare skin brunette with hair going down to her shoulders with differing tattoos on her body. Being a true blood she can turn any part of her into wolf and even go fully into a wolf form (but cant turn anyone). She has a hard time finding clothes that fit her let along her dumptruck of an ass. shes normaly docile and loyal but can be drawn out to her more wild nature.

-Fuyuko: A light blue and white kitsune, only haveing 4 tails each with a light blue fire above them. constantly drunk, she has a very bubbly personalnality flrting alot. being a kitsune she can change her form at will normally keeping the light blue color and smell of sake.

-ViVi: a peppy cyber cat girl. she may seem innocent but she has a high body count (if you know what i mean) in addtions to her normal cat features she has glowing mech-like armor on her fore arms on legs (visual ref)

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-Tony: Casey's older brother. Also being a true blood he also has a height of 8'5ft and is naturally ripped. a well groomed beard with a ruffle of hair. He is very stoic and layed back at times, but is way more wild than Casey. if he finds a lady he likes he would be very "forceful" when it comes greeting them and sex.

[kits-shrine]

The peppy beast quite literally howled with laughter at the question until he realized no one else thought it as funny as he, “Oh! Riiiiight! My apologies ma’am, you wouldn’t be privy to the normal tales,” the pup grinned sheepishly, allowing Cian to cut in, “names hold great power in our world and to the Fae-“

“Very important, they are!” Cian arched a brow, and the brown shuck, who once again grinned sheepishly and apologized, “but we spirit, are born nameless. A contract is formed between a human and a spirit through a naming ceremony. The pair are bound together until death, which is the only force strong enough to sever the bond.”

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Tony eagerly munched along with Tamashii as Laurel finally met Yurei’s gaze, still an impressive shade of pink.

"Oh dear... I don't want you to feel like you have to stay that long." Granny fretted a little before laughing wryly, "Though old as I am, It might not be that long." Her wrinkled hand reached out to lightly scratch the brown shuck behind the ear "Are you sure you want to stay dear? No hard feelings if you don't want to stay with this old bag of bones."

Seishin snorted at that.

~

Touma giggled from Laurel's lap at Tony and Tamashii's actions and Yurei's growing rainbow haze on his face, before looking up at the Fae woman whose lap he sat. "I...I Hope You Will Allow Me To Redeem Myself?" The tall skeleton implored still under the impression that she had been insulted by his lack in an immediate reaction.

#aizawasluckylady

[burlveneer-music]

Joe Fiedler’s Open Sesame - Fuzzy and Blue - my WVUD pal Ako turned me on to this last night, a trombone-led quintet doing Sesame Street songs! (Oh, and Fiedler actually works on Sesame Street!)

In 2019 trombonist Joe Fiedler released Open Sesame, packed with inventive jazz readings of material drawn from his longstanding “day job” as an EMMY-nominated music director and staff arranger for the famed children’s show Sesame Street. The effort was equally beloved by lay listeners and the jazz world alike. DownBeat praised the music’s “diverse aesthetic,” in which Fiedler blends “elements of funk, rock, free-jazz and New Orleans polyphony into a potent mix that gives depth and texture to the lighthearted compositions.” When Fiedler and the band toured the music, including a stop at Dizzy’s Club Coca-Cola with guest luminaries Wynton Marsalis and none other than Elmo himself, the realization set in that the project would be no one-off. “I have these songbooks from the Sesame Street office,” Fiedler says, “and if you whip through the first 30 tunes, absolutely everyone knows them. But there are six or seven thousand songs they’ve done over the past 50 years, with plenty of gold in there to do a second album for sure.” Fuzzy and Blue, Fiedler’s second volume of Sesame Street songs, shines still more light on the extraordinary wit and melodic gift of the foundational Sesame Street composers Joe Raposo and Jeffrey Moss, among others. The album boasts the same top-tier lineup as Open Sesame, with a couple of twists. Trumpeter Steven Bernstein, who played on only part of Open Sesame, now becomes an integral cog in a nimble three-horn section, expanding and varying the palette and allowing Fiedler to bring his seasoned orchestration skills to the foreground. Reedman Jeff Lederer plays tenor and clarinet and relies more heavily on soprano sax this time out, helping achieve the ideal blend of colors and registers that Fiedler was seeking. Drummer Michael Sarin and bassist Sean Conly keep the rhythms locked and creatively churning, from the Dr. John/Professor Longhair vibe of “Fuzzy and Blue” to the reggae feel of “Elmo’s Song” (by Tony Geiss), to the Hugh Masekela-inspired Afropop of “Ladybug’s Picnic” (originally a peppy country novelty by the late William “Bud” Luckey). The ensemble also gets a visit from vocal powerhouse Miles Griffith, the very model of a guest on Sesame Street. On the “I Love Trash/C Is for Cookie” melange (a one-two shot of Moss and Raposo), Griffith’s singing is unabashed, larger than life, uproariously funny but insightful and firmly in control. He’s equally compelling in a sociopolitical vein on “I Am Somebody,” in which Fiedler combines an original song with the lyrics of Reverend William Holmes Borders — words recited to powerful effect on Sesame Street in 1972 by Reverend Jesse Jackson. Fiedler felt a need on Fuzzy and Blue to acknowledge social tumult at the close of the Trump presidency and the still-tentative aftermath of the COVID pandemic. “We Are All Earthlings,” a gentle and idyllic Jeffrey Moss folk ballad from 1993, accomplishes this as well, though Fiedler brings a stark added tension with his Stravinsky-esque horn voicings. Throughout the album there’s an atmosphere of fun, “a sense of burlesque” as Fiedler put it in the Open Sesame liner notes, that flows from the trombonist’s deep love of Ray Anderson, the Jazz Passengers, Carla Bley and other major influences. Steven Bernstein’s Sexmob is another. The improvisational openness and risk of Fiedler’s trio dates Sacred Chrome Orb, The Crab, I’m In and Joe Fiedler Plays the Music of Albert Mangelsdorff also carry over to this more song-oriented endeavor. Fuzzy and Blue, like its predecessor, is Fiedler’s way of bringing it all together, reminding himself and all of us that inspiration can and does come from everywhere, and that everything is connected.

#Joe Fiedler #jazz #sesame street #covers #trombone #2021