#and anthony even asking if it was AI made

[captainsophiestark]

More Than Just A Pretty Face

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

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Written for my Year of Olympians, part of a bigger challenge being run by @yearofcreation2023​ which features a ton of awesome creators and runs all year! Go check it out if you haven’t already!

Fandom: Bridgerton

Prompt: Hera; The Queen, Women, Family

Summary: Benedict runs into a woman who might just be the love of his life at a friend's underground artist party, but things might get complicated outside the walls of the artist's haven and in plain sight of the rest of the world.

Word Count: 3,745

Category: Fluff, little bit of angst maybe? Not *really*...

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

Benedict smiled to himself as he stumbled down the dimly lit hallway, people crowding in on either side of him. He was absolutely sober as far as substances went, but drunk and giddy on the feeling of being surrounded by so many artists, living lives happily as themselves and nothing more. No expectations of families or the Ton could reach them here, and it was a thrill like none other to join them any night he could.

After making a quick pit stop to grab himself a drink (he didn’t want to spend the night completely sober, after all), he continued to wander the hallways, looking for a place to pick up a paintbrush. This was one of the few locations he felt completely free to do so, with no outside pressures to weigh on him, and he’d be damned if he didn’t take advantage of it.

He swung through the doorway of a salon towards the back of the house and, as he’d hoped, found a circle of canvases around a few models in the middle. He started for an open canvas, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw what one of the other artists had painted on theirs.

The light and colors seemed to jump off the canvas, representing the subjects in a more abstract and yet equally beautiful way. The brushstrokes and blending combined into a unique style, truly unlike anything he’d ever seen before.

“This is… incredible,” he breathed, having drifted unconsciously over to stand beside the artist, getting a better look at the canvas in the process. He blinked a few times, trying to shake the stupor, then turned to face the person responsible for the masterpiece before him.

His breath caught in his throat as he made eye contact with the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

“Cat got your tongue?” asked the woman with a raised eyebrow. She surveyed him critically, not looking entirely friendly, and his heart stuttered a little in his chest.

“I… I’m sorry,” he said. Was he stammering? He hadn’t been nervous around a girl since the time when Anthony had been his only sibling!

“What do you want?” she asked, continuing to stare him down mercilessly. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath, trying to gather himself as he looked between her and her artwork.

"I’m terribly sorry to bother you,” he said, clearing his throat and gaining just a hair of his regular confidence back. “I just couldn’t stop myself from coming over when I saw this masterpiece.”

She turned to him with a scowl, but it quickly changed to a look of surprise when she found him referencing her painting.

“You came over here because you liked… my painting?” she asked, her tone an equal mix of suspicion and pleasant surprise. Benedict raised an eyebrow and gave her a lopsided smile.

“Well what else?” he asked, a slight teasing tone to his voice.

The woman glanced down, unable to completely hide a smile that broke onto her face before she looked back at him. “I… historically, when strange men approach me, it’s nothing to do with my skills or who I am as a person.”

Benedict shot her a roguish smile, all of his normal comfort and confidence finally returned. “Fortunately for you I suppose, even the most beautiful woman in all of existence can’t quite outshine this incredible painting.”

She stared at him, her eyes dancing with light and mischief as a smile again tugged at her lips. Despite her best efforts, she was clearly fighting a losing battle to remain stoic and critical.

“The most beautiful woman in all of existence?” she challenged, humor in her tone.

“I’d certainly say so,” he said, beaming at her and feeling a swell of pride at how flustered she seemed to become. “I’d have to go sing the news of who I’d just found to strangers in the streets, but it’s been overshadowed by the news of having found the most wonderful painting in the whole of existence.”

She laughed, and the sound sent jolts of electricity racing through every inch of his body. They shared a smile, and any doubts Benedict might have had about the truthfulness of his statements evaporated. They were facts, and nobody could change his mind.

“Well come on then, you flatterer,” she teased, patting the seat next to her. “If you’re here it means you’re an artist too, so let’s see what you’ve got other than a prolific affinity for flattery.”

He beamed at her as he took the seat next to her, securing a paintbrush and artist’s palette of his own.

“I can’t promise I’ll live up to anything like what you’ve painted, but I’ll certainly do my best.”

She shrugged. “Art is subjective. Anyone who tries to make objective value statements is a fool.”

He laughed, feeling lighter than he had in ages.

“I suppose you’re right.”

The pair spent the rest of the night and even the first few hours of the morning painting, laughing, and talking together side by side, making art and more importantly enjoying the creative space and their time with each other. Despite his initial moment of being tongue-tied, Benedict couldn’t believe how easy it was to talk to this woman, like they’d known each other for ages and not just a few hours. He knew his brothers would mock him, but with each passing second he could feel himself falling deeper and deeper in love.

When the time came to say goodnight and for each of them to go their separate ways, his heart broke a little in his chest. Still, he said goodbye all the same, both of them promising to meet again the next time one of these gatherings happened. Benedict resolved with his entire being to make it happen, no matter what, and even that was barely enough to actually get him out the door.

For the next week, Benedict found himself completely distracted by thoughts of the mystery woman he’d fallen in love with in a matter of hours. He hardly thought of anything else, and his head was even more in the clouds than usual, much to the annoyance of his siblings. Anthony finally managed to snap him out of his daydreaming long enough to drag him to a long-awaited ball that had been the talk of the Ton for quite some time, although Benedict had done his best to avoid the commitment.

“The Queen herself is going to be there, along with plenty of high-ranking, eligible young women who only come out for the absolute highest society events,” lectured Anthony as the Bridgerton carriage approached Lady Danbury’s house, where the ball was to be hosted. Benedict sighed and stared out the window; he’d already heard this speech a thousand times. “Now that Kate and I are married, it’s your turn to start looking for a wife.”

Benedict rolled his eyes, knowing just how much it would irritate his brother.

“Suppose I want to die a male spinster,” he said, deciding to have some fun bothering Anthony. Anthony, as predicted, glared and sighed heavily through his nose, which immediately lifted Benedict’s spirits. He gave his brother a mischievous grin, and then it was Anthony’s turn to roll his eyes. Benedict’s fun was cut short, however, when the carriage at last arrived to the ball. Now he’d have to suffer through endless pleasantries and vicious Mamas trying to set their daughters up with him for the evening, with no support from his brother.

As predicted, the start of the night was incredibly boring. Benedict grabbed a drink as soon as he was in the door, and spent the next hour or so ducking every social encounter he could. He hovered on the edge of the room with Colin and Eloise, until finally, Anthony tracked him down and dragged him by the elbow back into the main room.

“The Queen just came out with her daughter,” Anthony hissed into his ear as they moved through the crowd. “You need to at least make an introduction.”

“Anthony, I don’t even know where to begin explaining to you how much I do not want to court the Queen’s daughter-”

Benedict had been in the middle of hissing back a terse response to his brother when he caught sight of the woman Anthony kept shoving him towards. Y/N, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and the best artist he’d ever met, stood next to the Queen in an absolutely magnificent dress, chatting politely with a suitor she didn’t appear to have much interest in. His heart stopped dead in his chest and his legs almost gave out under him. Anthony, unaware that Benedict’s world had suddenly stopped spinning, continued to push him over, until Benedict fell forward, almost knocking straight into the woman he’d spent every spare moment and then some thinking about.

She turned to him in surprise, her face lighting up for a brief second at the sight of him before her courtier’s mask quickly dropped back into place. Even that brief crack in the polite, vague interest was enough to make Benedict’s heart stutter in his chest. He just kept staring at her, still a little dumbstruck, until he heard someone clear their throat from his right.

“Mr. Bridgerton.” He turned to find the Queen herself staring down at him with raised eyebrows. He quickly righted himself and tried to regain his composure. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Y/N disguising a laugh as a cough, and had to resist grinning and shaking his head.

“Your Majesty,” he said instead, dropping into as low a bow he could. He stayed down for longer than usual, and when he finally straightened, the Queen looked grudgingly pleased.

“I assume you’re also here to speak to my daughter, now that you’ve paid your respects, like every other unwed man in this room?” she asked, a slight tone of amusement to her voice (much to Benedict’s relief).

“I…” he glaned at Y/N, slightly unsure of himself, but when he found her smiling back at him that confidence immediately returned. He turned back to the Queen, back straight and a smile on his face. “Yes, M’am. I’d love the chance to speak to her, if you’d allow me and if she’d have me.”

The Queen gave him the smallest smile of approval, then turned to her daughter.

“Well, Y/N? What do you say?”

Y/N smiled slightly at Benedict, then sighed dramatically and flapped her fan around before dropping it back at her side.

“I suppose,” she said, flailing dramatically a bit more before taking his arm with a smile. “Mr. Bridgerton, shall we?”

Benedict beamed back at her, his whole body feeling like it was about to combust in the best way possible. They strolled off through the room, walking rather quickly towards the exit to the garden, where they might actually get a bit of privacy. Anthony beamed approvingly at Benedict as they went, and Benedict made sure to shoot him a glare in response.

Every man in the crowd they passed gave Benedict a look to put his pointed scowl towards Anthony to shame, jealous venom rippling off every one of them. Benedict completely ignored them all. He was in heaven, and no one could ruin it if they tried.

Quickly, the fresh air of the garden washed over Benedict, and he took a deep breath in before letting out a contented sigh. He slowed his pace, Y/N slowing to match him as they transitioned into a relaxing stroll.

Once they were far enough away from the ballroom, definitely out of earshot of any nosy, problematic courtiers, Benedict turned to Y/N with an arched eyebrow.

“The Queen’s daughter?” he asked. She turned to him, a slightly accusatory look on her own face.

“Says a Bridgerton son, a member of one of the most prestigious, talked-about families in the Ton.”

“First of all, you and I both know talked-about often does not equal prestigious,” he said. Memories of everything to do with Daphne and Anthony as they went through the creation of their marriages flashed through his head. What nightmares. Entertaining, but nightmares. He shook it off, then continued, “And second, being the second son of a notable family is distinctly different than being in line for the throne, as well as the most sought-after woman in all of England.”

She gave him a small smile, the first he’d seen from her that was tinged with sadness, none of the light or attitude he’d come to enjoy seeing from her to be found.

“Surely you can see why I wanted to escape it all for a bit, then. Most wanted woman for my position and the power I offer a husband, and maybe my looks. Nothing else. Nothing of substance.”

Benedict felt as if an arrow had been shot straight through his heart. He stopped dead in his tracks and stared at Y/N, who came to a stop a few steps later to stare back at him curiously.

“Have you truly been made to feel this way?” he breathed, his stare never leaving her face. He remembered her mentioning something of the sort when they'd first met, but not with so grave a tone. She hesitated, giving him a scrutinizing look similar to that one a week ago before she'd realized his more innocent and sincere intentions, then finally sighed, apparently deciding to give him her trust for a second time.

“It’s more than being made to feel that way, Benedict,” she said softly. “I can see it and know it in every interaction I have with suitors who approach me.”

“Y/N…” Benedict took a step forward and reached for her hands, his heart squeezing at her words, but then thought better of himself and stepped back. He took a deep breath, then met her eyes, doing his best to convey nothing but absolute sincerity. “I almost didn’t come to this little party tonight, for the same reasons. My brother finally forced me to come, and now I’m very grateful he did, although I’d never tell him that.”

Benedict shook his head, momentarily distracted by the idea of how obnoxiously smug Anthony would be if ever told he was right, then managed to refocus on Y/N and the issue at hand.

“What I’m trying to say is… every time I come to one of these things, especially now that Anthony is married, I have nothing but piranhas and sharks circling me, trying to convince me to marry them or their daughters. I have money, and I’m the next closest thing to the head of the Bridgerton family, and that’s all anyone ever seems to care about.

“I can’t pretend to understand exactly what it’s been like for you, since I have quite a bit more autonomy than you, both as a man and as a second son. But I can imagine what you mean when you say you’re usually looked at for superficial traits and what someone stands to gain from marrying you, and nothing else. And if I’ve ever played a part in making you feel that way, then I am truly, deeply sorry. You deserve far more than that.”

Benedict watched Y/N, his heart absolutely hammering in his chest. He wasn’t even sure what he was hoping for, but her reaction felt incredibly important to him all the same. She glanced down, lips pursed, then met his eyes again with a small smile and that twinkle in her eyes that he’d come to love so much. He could’ve collapsed on the spot from relief and happiness.

“I can happily tell you, Benedict, that you’re the first man I’ve met in a long, long while who doesn’t make me feel that way, and never did. So… thank you, for that.”

He beamed back at her, his heart soaring and making him feel as though he was floating.

“Well, I’m very glad to hear it. Perhaps, if you’re interested… I could do more of that?”

She raised an eyebrow at him, a small smile playing on her lips as she took a few steps closer to him.

“And what exactly do you mean by that?”

He grinned, leaning in closer to her. His whole body burned, and he thought he could see a bit of the same excitement on her face.

“Well, as much of an honor as it would be for me to be allowed to court you the traditional way, it can be a bit… boring. As two fantastic and creative artists, we should be able to do a bit better than that, don’t you think?”

Her smile took on a bit of a giddy quality as she continued to look at him, and Benedict felt himself getting sucked into the same energy, riding high as he continued.

“What say you we have another artists’ rendezvous next weekend, at that same mutual friend’s house? We can find an empty room—surely there will be one in the entire house—and then draw, paint, and talk to our heart’s content. You can tell me about your favorite artists and things to do when no one else is forcing you into courtly activities, and I’ll tell you my favorite ways to upset my siblings and about the time my brothers and I almost stole the neighbor’s dog thanks to a game of dares that got wildly out of control.”

“I would like that very much,” she said, beaming back at Benedict. He swore her light put the shine of the sun to shame, and the warmth emanating from her made him completely forget the cold of the night air in the garden where they spoke. “But I have to ask… what shall we do in the meantime? After all, next weekend is an awful while to wait.”

He could’ve done cartwheels right then and there. Instead, however, he controlled himself enough to smile back at her and speak.

“Well… what would you like to do?”

She grinned, then glanced around their surroundings. Once she seemed satisfied that no prying eyes were watching too closely, she grabbed his hand and pulled her to him, linking her arm through his to return to the way they’d been walking before.

“This is going to be quite forward of me,” she warned, smiling all the same as they resumed their turn about the garden. Towards the far end, they turned back before getting improperly out of sight of any other people, making a slow, steady return towards the party they’d so badly needed an escape from.

“I’d expect nothing else from such a bold, strong woman such as yourself.”

“Well… what if, on top of our unusual form of courting that you so brilliantly suggested… we did the normal, proper society courting as well?”

Fireworks exploded in Benedict’s chest, but he did his best to tamp them down and sound somewhat put together when he responded.

“Do you mean regular courting as in… publicly spending time with each other, after I call on you to make clear my intentions to get to know you and, perhaps eventually… propose?”

Now she seemed to be the nervous one, fidgeting a bit as they got closer and closer to returning to the party. Benedict watched her with a smile, enjoying this brief role reversal.

“Well, I mean, that is… if you’d be interested in that. Of course there’s absolutely no pressure, I wouldn’t want to make you feel like you had to-“

Benedict came to a stop again, taking Y/N’s hands and pulling her to a gentle stop with him. They were only a few steps from the doors of the ballroom now, in clear eyesight of many guests of the party as Benedict smiled lovingly at this wonder of a woman he’d somehow lucked into meeting.

“Y/N… I can think of no greater honor than being allowed to court you publicly, perhaps with the intention to propose. Despite the fact that I will hear endlessly about it from my brother, I am quite confident you would be worth it.”

Y/N beamed back at him, joy clearly written all over her face. The two shared the purest, happiest smiles and held each others’ stares for a few more beats, then finally, Y/N cleared her throat and moved to take Benedict’s arm again.

“Of course, any potential proposal would hinge on our non-traditional method of courting going well,” she said as the two of them at last headed back towards the ballroom.

“Obviously,” Benedict agreed, ignoring the jealous looks of the other suitors around him and the smug expression he could see on his brother’s face even from across the room. “I could never shackle myself to someone without knowing she would be more than a pretty face to stand next to me, with whom I’d have nothing in common.”

He shot Y/N a mischievous sideways look and found her beaming back at him. Then, at the sight of Anthony quickly crossing the room, either to speak to him or to try to speak to Y/N (and either way ruining the moment), he spun to speak to Y/N again.

“So, in the name of proper courting… may I have this dance?”

“Of course you may,” she replied, a happy smile still on her face. He took her hands and they spun onto the dance floor together, then once they were chest to chest to begin the routine, she whispered so only he could hear, “And don’t think I didn’t realize you asked me to dance in order to avoid your brother.”

Benedict gave her a quick wink, then twirled her out from him in the opening moves of the dance. They were a bit sloppier than everyone else around them, which earned them both some disapproving looks from their family members, but neither of them cared.

They were both happy and having fun, and after spending so much of their time in court absolutely miserable, they deserved this. Although they couldn’t spend the entire night together, no matter how much they both wanted to, they took the moments they could and found solace in the fact that they’d be together again soon, and in a place where they’d be in private, enjoying each others’ company for hours with no interruptions. It was too early to declare it to anyone, his brother and Y/N included, but Benedict had fallen completely and totally in love, and he couldn’t wait to spend every possible second in his future with the woman he felt certain was his soulmate.

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[japhan2024]

Ian's Day: Ian and Anthony going on holiday together and being generally adorable?

Oh yes, and they definitely will go on holiday together. I feel it in my SPLEEN! Anyway,

Walnut Grove

Words: 1.397

Genre: general, a bit of fluff

Ian drove. Anthony was trying to make sense of a huge paper road map, spread all over the dashboard. He giggled.

"I'm so clueless and directionally challenged, we're so going to end up in a weird fucked up place!"

"Anthony, we are on holiday. There are no wrong turns. Just... adventure! Ian cracked a sideways smile at Anthony, who accepted the reassurance and sighed happily.

"No work, no social media, no phones! What a life!"

"Truly."

"I did a thing like this with a group of influencers a few years back. I thought I would go insane, it was so bad. But with you, it actually feels good, natural."

"You went on a group holiday with influencers?" Ian jokingly scrunched his nose and brows like Anthony had said something gross.

"Yeah, I did that."

"Hey, I'm just teasing ya. I actually feel the same. This is so nice." He sighed as well. "No frickin' avalanche of information directed at you at all times. And, haha, no corporate emails!!"

"No corporate emails!! Hell yes. It's like we're teenagers again."

"Ha! No teen has a beard as sick as mine!"

"True, or tens of thousands of dollars worth of tattoos."

"Geez, were they that expensive?"

"If you add everything up, yeah, they were."

"Well, Anthony, I think they add something unique to you, nobody has something like that. And I love that for you."

"Thanks! Oh, in a few miles, turn right."

"Thanks, buddy."

The land stretched seemingly endlessly around their rented Ford Mustang. It was clear blue skies, yellow grass and black trees to infinity. Hours passed and the sun began to set, when they approached their destination. The scenery had slightly changed, like minimal music, to include more and alive trees under a clear but darkening sky.

"Okay, the map says we have to take a left in a few miles, I can barely see anymore in this twilight. Let's hope we get there alright!"

Ian chuckled. "Imagine we get lost and run out of fuel, and have to just sleep on the side of the road."

"That sounds like the start of a horror movie!"

"Yeah, let's hope it doesn't come to that."

Sure enough, a large roadside billboard appeared with a big arrow pointing left. Green on white letters said 'Walnut Grove Resort'.

"Yes! We've made it!" Anthony yelled excitedly. They drove up a rickety driveway, along all kinds of holiday cabins. Rarely any had the lights on inside.

"Ours is number 31.."

They squinted through the dark, but finally, they found their house. It was right by a lake. Ian parked, and they jumped out of the car.

"This is awesome!"

Ian got a little key out of an envelope and they got into their house. It was very roomy and probably had an excellent view of the water and the forest that surrounded it. But it was so dark outside that they couldn't see anything.

Anthony walked around. "Wow, look at this room, look at the wooden walls, the high ceiling, the..."

"Fireplace!!" Ian jumped and made a victorious gesture, he walked to the fireplace and started to put blocks of wood into it, starting a fire. Anthony walked around some more. There was a huge bedroom with two beds and an en suite bathroom. There even was a second bedroom and another separate toilet. The kitchen was a bit old timey but large and when he opened the fridge, he saw it was fully stacked, just like they had ordered. Anthony did a little happy dance. Walking back into the living room, the fire was already crackling and Ian had taken seat on an incredibly comfortable looking fauteuil. Anthony lay down on the couch.

"You know what's funny?" Anthony asked.

"What?"

"If we would have our phones with us, we'd be scrolling right now! We wouldn't be able to truly enjoy this amazing house or even our holiday because we would be semi-working again!"

'You're so right. You know, everyone worries about AI taking over the world, but what part of people's lives isn't dictated by an algorhitm COMPLETELY, already right now?"

"I hadn't even thought of that. That's crazy."

"This fireplace is so fucking dope."

"I feel SO relaxed!"

"Yeah, me too, I'm already recovered from driving so long. I'm just chilling now."

They sat and lay about for a couple of hours just like that, and as the fire finally went out, Anthony stood up from the couch.

"Ian?"

"Yeah?"

"Let's go on a hike!"

"Bro, it's the middle of the night!"

"Yeah, dude! Dude... we might see her!" Anthony said this so suggestively that Ian laughed out loud."

"Who?"

"The Milky Way!"

"Is that a she?"

"Oh for sure. And she's gorgeous. I've never seen her in person yet though. It's been a life long dream."

"Well, how can I refuse that! Let's go live your dream, Anthony!"

They went outside where it was pitch-black. Anthony brought a flashlight but it only cast a small light on the path before them. They strolled along the path of the resort, alongside the lake. Then the road led out of the park and into the woods.

"I mean, this might be the end of us, Anthony. 'Last seen near their holiday home, Ian and Anthony mysteriously disappeared!' It's SO dark oh my god!"

"My eyes are adjusting to the dark though, are yours? I can see without the flashlight now. I even begin to see some stars!"

"No, don't put it out.. okay fine. But let's keep close?"

The genuine panic in Ian's voice melted Anthony's heart. He grabbed Ian's hand and they walked into the forest. And as they walked and it got even darker under the trees, the clear sky above showed the unfathomably large amount of stars there. The moon was only a sickle so that wasn't helping much. They continued, Anthony more and more enthusiastic, Ian cracking jokes to keep from being terrified.

"Wait! Anthony?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you see that?"

"Huh? Oh!"

There was a board with an arrow pointing left and on it stood 'Firewatch'.

"Ian, we HAVE to go. We will have the most epic view imaginable."

"Alright, but only because it's you. And after that I want to head back home okay? I mean to our holiday home, not actually home, we just got there..." Ian's voice trailed off. They were still holding hands and Anthony was rubbing his thumb on Ian's hand.

"I promise, okay?"

"Okay."

The turn left proved to be a less accessible path than they had thought and they slowed down quite a bit, having to let go and walk behind each other. But at long last, they reached the base of the watchtower.

"Are you sure we are allowed to go up at night?"

"It's not like we're vandals or something. We just want to see the view. Come on!"

They walked up the croaky metal staircase and Ian somehow found his courage again. "This is so cool," he said with a smile. Anthony smiled even wider.

When they reached the top, Anthony's idea proved to be literally stellar. The sky was filled to the brim with stars. They saw Ursa Major, Andromeda... they didn't know a lot of constellations after that but they still looked, in wonder, to the night sky they never ever saw in Los Angeles. They decided to sit down for a while.

"This is beautiful," Anthony said softly.

"Absolutely. Nature is crazy like that."

"Ian."

"Yeah?"

"I see her!"

"Oh shit you're right! Wow, look at that."

There, up among all the stars, was a large area that was extra bright. Like a path across the sky.

"It makes you feel so small, but in a good way, if you know what I mean," Ian said.

"Yeah. We're just insignificant specks in the universe. And yet, our lives are full of meaning. So just imagine, the amount of meaning and stories, and feelings, here in America, across the world, maybe even somewhere out there."

"Do you still believe in aliens?"

"Yeah, sure! If we're here, why wouldn't there be other planets like this?"

"If you say so, Anthony."

They sat there for quite some time before they headed back home. This promised to be one of their most unique and special holidays to date.

#ian's day #fanfic #ianthony #fluff #ian day

[filmbyjy]

WARNING: Swearing, use of whipped and simp

I made the AI laugh 🤣

Just before they all get back in the cars, Darling stops to look at the rest of Enhypen. "Oh, before I forget," she begins opening the door, "After we leave the amusement park, I asked Heeseung if you guys do a mini performance at the triplets' and he said yes!" With that and a mischievous grin, she gets into the driver's seat.

...The boys all look at Heeseung that screams 'YOU'RE WHIPPED'

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(LMAO, HE REALLY IS)

He chuckles a little, looking at the boys, "Yeah.. that's right, I did." He chuckles again, "And yeah, I'm whipped," He says with a light smirk, before nodding his head.

He seems a little embarrassed, but he isn't going to lie, and he also doesn't actually mind that he is. He wants and loves Darling, and he's happy she feels the same way. He sighs a little, "Is that bad?" He asks, with a soft chuckle.

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"More than that, Heeseung, you're a fucking simp for my sister," Cai comments with the straightest face before slipping into the passenger seat of Anthony's car.

"That's a more accurate statement, actually," Jay laughs, getting into Darling's car.

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(I'M WHEEZING LMAO)

He seems a little shocked at how blunt Cai is about it, before he shakes his head a little bit, laughing, "Alright, yeah," He says, chuckling a little bit.

"That's... fair," He says, with a little nod of his head- he couldn't deny it, even if he wanted to, that was for sure.

~🧛🏻‍♂️🐕

PLEASE😭😭

but I swear every time the brackets come in. I get scared for no reason bc like WHO ARE YOU?? WHY ARE YOU HERE??

it’s so damn random every time

#markxdino: asks #anon: 🧛🏻‍♂️🐕

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony's Stupid Daily Blog (721): Fri 8th Mar 2024

I remembered being cast as one of the ugly sisters in the school pantomime of Cinderella when I was at school and I wondered if you could still have ugly sisters in Cinderella based productions today or if the PC brigade would intervene and insist that you rename them the "Not Conventionally Attractive Sisters". Quite worryingly the PE teacher in charge of the costumes during that production went to the head teacher and told he he was struggling to come up with ideas for out costumes that would make us look ugly. The headteacher asked him what he found repulsive in children and he replied "pubes" and sure enough the lightning fast intense background check the headteacher performed revealed that this PE teacher shouldn't have been allowed within one hundred feet of a school much less employed by one. I used my emergency holiday to finish early so that I could go to the town for my next laser removal session. I've been coming here every six weeks for almost a year now in order to get this hideous black star removed so I can replace it with a portrait of Jim Morrison and it's still barely faded. I think it will still be at least another year until it's completely gone, unless I fall off my motorbike with my shirt off and happen to land on my upper right arm and the friction peels the image off completely. It'll be even more convenient if the scar that it leaves when it heals looks exactly like Jim Morrison because then I won't need to get the tattoo. The laser still hurt like a bitch even with the machine that blows cool air onto the area while the artist is working but at least it only lasts a minute or so. While I was there I decided to book in another tattoo session as I’ve long wanted an image of my dog Lucy dressed up as The Green Lantern etched onto me. There was a slot available next Tuesday so I booked in a session and I can not wait. Even though I was keen for 2024 to be the year that I got absolutely smothered in tattoos I think this Lucy ink will probably be my last tattoo for a while since I have a holiday to Greece with the family to pay for so It'll probably be wise to knock these on the head to start saving up the spending money. Having said that the last I heard the Greeks are pretty much flat broke so maybe if I take all my tattoo designs with me then I might be able to get them all inked on me for pennies. There was a news story about an AI robot built in Saudi Arabia that "groped" a reporter on live TV. In the footage the robot puts it's hand out and pats the reporter on the arse. Looking at this news story made me think maybe that teacher at my primary school might have been a robot. If this had happened to me I would have done an interview with the press afterwards claiming that reporter has claimed that this experience has left her unable to work, dealing with post traumatic stress disorder and unable to enjoy Robocop anymore. I imagine the robot's lawyer has claimed that the cable to charge the robot is actually in the palm of it's hand and the robot thought that the reporter's arse crease was the plug socket. Imagine if all the robots suddenly got a lust for sex with humans and started hunting us down for an orgy of robotic rape. The only way out would be for all the humans to dress up like robots and then just wait it out until the actual robots ran out of charge. This would be problematic too as the real robots would see us in our robot costumes wandering around acting normal and would wonder "why are those robots not looking for humans to bugger?" so to combat this we'd have to accompany all our movements with chants of "must…rape…humans".

[martynrandles]

“I ignored VAR call to help fellow ref Anthony Taylor” ⚽ Mike Dean | Up Front

TRIGGER WARNING: Footie Ref / VAR admits he's made shocking decisions / gambling / subliminal gambling advertising

Mike Dean is arguably the most recognisable Premier League referee there has ever been. The first to brandish 100 red cards, he is known for his eccentric approach, no look yellow cards, exaggerated step overs and banter with the players, there’s simply never been another match official like him. Mike joins the show to gives his most honest and open interview to date, discussing his 23-year-long refereeing career, his struggles with VAR, relationships with Premier League managers and much more. Expect brutal honesty, frank admissions and insight into why the new directives have been introduced at the start of the new season.

n.b. NB "nota bene" N.B. nb: I asked @talkSPORT for the name & / or the link to this show in the live chat on Jim White & Simon Jordan's YouTube live stream. The Mods/Admin have vanished, I'm told by an ex-mod that he'll tell me about "Mod-gate" asap. Long story short, someone in the chat decided to be really kind & helpful & replied to me: " Google search bar is a thing", to which I replied something along the lines of 'I'm an old fart & disabled, sometimes it's easier to ask for the link or name, please & thank you'. You know, to make it easier for me to find the podcast, there's one or two videos on that old YouTube website thingy-ma-bob. I searched, got nowhere, then went sailing / fishing for 4 days. Came home, switched the very old iMac on, cranked up YouTube & the podcast was top of my feed. Thank you AI for helping me when humans lacked the humanity to help or even be kind... or was that bellend AI, Bot or troll ?... Oh how I miss the old days when humans spoke face to face & were kind to random strangers.

(edit: my dislexia kicked in again, I noticed my interesting spelling of random (reandom) & changed it, no idea how many other words I messed up again. But as an Englishman who mostly reads American English I give up on attempting to learn to spell. At nearly 50 years old this old dog can't be taught this new trick ;)

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[starkeristheendgame]

P.E.T.E.R | Android!Peter AU

TW: Non-applicable. 

Three years and relentless experimentation alongside some of the biggest names in adjacent fields and biological science had concluded in one of Tony’s boldest, most groundbreaking inventions yet. 

The Protection Engineered Tactical Enforcement Robot - or, P.E.T.E.R for short, was the first and technically seventh of it’s kind. It was the first to reach this stage of the process; first to become whole, ready for activation. 

Seventh because prior to this all the other shells had failed. The careful craft of a body compounded from a variety of materials such as vibranium, polysiloxane and STEM cells of real flesh had been no easy journey.

So much so that Tony had almost, almost given up. His first vision had failed; Ultron a dark red stain on his ledger no amount of saving lives would ever scrub off; and attempting to perfect Ultron’s failed attempt at a new form was a seemingly impossible dream.

Until now.

He set a hand against the glass of the Cradle, watching it’s slow and careful progress. They were at the point now where everything was just finishing touches; polishing off edges and smoothing crinkles. The shell - or, body, as he preferred to call it, was ready.

And likewise, so was the AI that would directly operate within it. Crafted from JARVIS’ core and meticulously coded and raised to avoid Ultron’s boundless genocidal activism, PETER was the pinnacle of artificial, sentient defence.

JARVIS had been carefully raising the code like a child, educating and guiding it with the attentive care of a paternal figure. Tony had watched the code progress from the barest flickers of artificial life to fast rivalling JARVIS for it’s abilities. 

PETER was already outperforming even the Sentinels and some of Tony’s other AI’s like FRIDAY, displaying all of Ultron’s self-learning and intuition without any of the socio-psychopathic tendencies his original attempt had cultivated. PETER was learning twice as fast as even JARVIS had, though PETER was still so young and underexposed.

It had fast outgrown Tony’s initial purpose of sentient AI used in protection detail and critical warfare in order to minimise human loss. It was even on track to surpass Ultron, the notion of the human mind recreated through code seemingly brought to life.

He let his hand drop. Three days. Three days, and PETER would open it’s eyes for the first time.

They passed by like a dreamscape. A blur of tests and activity, checks and re-checks and fending off Fury’s healthy but annoying doubts and insistence of supervision.

In the twenty-four hours before PETER went live, Tony didn’t sleep a wink. He sat on a chair besides the Cradle, staring at the still form within. The lab around him was dark, filled only with the soft glow of the Cradle’s light. It was the first and closest Tony would ever get to sitting besides a medical bassinet, watching his newborn child sleep. 

“Do you think he’s ready?” he asked quietly, tracing the line of a long, lithe arm against the glass.

“I have no doubts,” JARVIS answered steadily. “But if I may, Sir, it appears that you do.”

“Ultron..” Tony couldn’t bring himself to finish. 

“Goodness cannot be guaranteed even in people,” JARVIS began. “There is no law to the human mind - not yet. It is a dice roll. And in attempting to recreate the human mind, you must accept the law of chance also.”

Sometimes Tony wondered where JARVIS got so wise. It certainly hadn’t been Tony’s own wisdom passed down.

“Ultron was one possibility out of many. There was logic in his perspective; complicated and flawed as it was. But for what it is worth… I believe PETER is the roll of the dice you were hoping for.”

“Me too, J,” he murmured lowly, counting the dusting of freckles across a dished nose. “Me too.”

At exactly 10:15 on August 10th, Tony tapped his index finger onto the glowing icon that transferred PETER’s consciousness into the body specifically crafted to house it.

Three years of blood, sweat and tears condensed into a single breathtaking moment of will it work? Right now there is no intent to go further than that. Everything in the future hinged purely on the result of the initial binding. It was all well and good to use machinery to twitch a few fingers or some coding to test optic reception, but this…

This was a baby’s first breath. 

Above him in the glass gallery stood Dr. Banner, Dr. Cho and Director Fury; three sets of eyes watching with expectant wariness. 

Transfer complete.

With a soft hiss and a cascade of cold fog, the Cradle unlatched and the lid slowly lifted, revealing the naked form within to the outside air for the first time. The lines of lights had turned a soft blue to indicate the success of the transfer and the activation of Happy Birthday Protocol.

For several agonising moments nothing happened. A pensive silence settled over the room like the cinematic foreshadowing in a horror movie right before the creature leapt out from behind a tree, but then -

Then two sets of thick, long lashes lifted steadily upwards, revealing a set of whiskey coloured eyes, carefully shade matched to Tony’s favourite brand of bourbon in the sunshine of a Hawaiian summer.

A trail of artificial blue flared up in those irises after a moment, forming a complete ring that glowed brighter before fading. Successful initiation of the camera and imaging technology within them, Tony knew. Now, PETER was seeing. Looking through it’s own eyes for the first time rather than the borrowed lenses of JARVIS and the other Tower technology.

For the longest while, PETER only lay there. Communicating with JARVIS, he suspected. Coming to terms with existing. Figuring out who and what it was, realising it was alive for the first time. Slowly learning every inch and microchip of it’s new form.

It’s fingers twitched. It’s sculpted chest rose on a smooth, deep inhale. And then PETER sat up, moved, and they looked at each other for the first time.

Tony let him look, staring and analysing just as much as the AI. PETER had been sculpted to look somewhere between 16 and 18, a combination of features pulled from several thousand sample images and pre-analysed bodies. 

PETER had turned out inexplicably pretty.

His beauty was almost effeminate. He had deep-set, almond shaped eyes framed by a generous set of lashes. His brows were long and sculpted into neat slopes; save the left, which had a curious discrepancy that gave PETER an overall quizzical look.

His jaw was sharp and his cheekbones were high and his nose was button-like and proportional. His mouth was wide and his lips were a dusky pink and his dark hair was thick and soft, ever so slightly wavy where it fell around his brows and temples.

Beyond his face PETER had been sculpted with the musculature of a gymnast, not quite slender but not the obnoxious stature of someone like Steve Rogers, either. Something a little softer, lean and deceptive. His skin was creamy and there was miles of it, unmarred and smooth, hairless.

Tony wondered what he looked like in comparison, in Peter’s eyes. Old and weathered, scarred from temple to toe. An odd mix of pale and tan where he never seemed to have the time to sunbathe anymore. Toeing the line of forty-five there was a hint of grey at his temples and while he wasn’t rocking a beer gut there was a softness to his hips that stubbornly refused to leave.

PETER’s head tilted ever so slightly. 

“Did you have nice dreams, sleepyhead?” he broke the thick silence, watching those brows furrow lightly for a moment as the Ai thought about it’s answer. 

“I wasn’t sleeping,” it replied carefully. Like it’s body, PETER’s voice had been crafted from thousands of samples to create something unique and personalised. The end result was something high and soft, fresh with youth and sweetness.

“Do you know who I am?” he asked next.

“Yes,” came the answer, without hesitation. “Anthony Edward Stark. You made me. Like you made the others.”

Tony clapped his hands together. “Just call me Daddy Stark,” he teased, spreading his arms. 

“Yes, Daddy,” came the answer, and sweet Christ. That would have to be stopped immediately. 

But PETER wasn’t paying attention to him anymore. He was looking up, gaze fixed on the figures above and behind Tony. He turned to follow the line of sight. Arden looked elated and perhaps a little misty-eyed, to her side Bruce seemed caught between amazement and apprehension and to her other side Fury was, as always, impassive and unreadable. 

Tony turned back and watched PETER look, studying the neutral curiosity. 

“J, how’s he doing?” he asked quietly. 

“All systems are calibrated or calibrating and fully operational,” JARVIS answered into the earpiece that he wore. PETER’S gaze dropped, falling on him. Synced up to everything around them just like JARVIS, PETER could hear every word.

Tony gave a low hum then reached for the Rubix Cube on the desk. He held it out to PETER, who stared at it for a handful of seconds before reaching out. Their hands didn’t touch as PETER took it, and Tony wasn’t sure if he was thankful or not. 

PETER studied the toy for a moment, then long, slender fingers flipped and pushed and pulled. 

“Nought-point-twenty-five seconds,” JARVIS announced, when PETER was left sitting with the solved puzzle on his upturned palm. That was point-eleven seconds faster than the current AI record, and Tony let out a soft sound, caught between being impressed and that dark little voice that sounded too much like Howard, whispering that point-eleven wasn’t fast enough.

He took the toy away and instead held out his hand, suppressing a shiver when PETER’s soft palm fell to his. He stepped aside, thumb rubbing absently against the temperate, soft flesh of the back of PETER’s hand as he watched the AI stand.

The movement was steady, calculated, the AI finding it’s own balance before Tony let it go. PETER was four inches shorter than he was and it was a novelty to look down at someone for once. 

PETER looked down at his legs for a moment, little toes wiggling against the cool floor. Then he looked up, above Tony and to the viewing balcony again.

“Do you know who they are?” Tony asked him lowly. 

“Dr. Arden Cho,” PETER began, lifting a dainty hand to point. “Dr. Robert Bruce Banner. S.H.I.E.L.D Director Nicholas Joseph Fury.”

Banner looked uncertain at being pointed at and Fury was watching them with his usual cold disconnect, like a lion might watch an ant. Tony supposed it was fair, given the circumstances of his last little experiment.

“Do me a favor, kiddo,” Tony hummed, waggling his fingers at their audience with a smirk as he leaned in. “Send a little message to Fury. Tell him I can see a booger.”

PETER blinked at him, but moments later Fury’s frown deepened and the man shifted, pulling out his phone. Tony watched gleefully as Fury looked back down at them slowly.

He didn’t need a degree in lip reading to know what Fury mouthed at him.

“Excellent,” he clapped his hands.

The next week was full of tests, ranging from technological to logical and moral-based. PETER passed them all flawlessly and Tony found himself growing prouder and more enthralled. 

The AI was graceful in a way that came with inhumanity - movements smooth, calculated. Never over-stepping or reaching too far to one side. Tony kept him in the Cradle when they weren’t testing him - at least until Fury was satisfied that PETER wasn’t immediately going to initiate the apocalypse, anyway.

Three weeks after PETER was ‘born’, he was given the all clear by Fury.

“Look at you, out of your cradle and into a big-boy bed,” Tony announced, opening the door to the guest room he’d set up in a mimic of a teenage boy’s, with some additions made for PETER’s special needs.

PETER roamed the room slowly, trailing his fingertips over everything and peering out of the glass wall at the city below. He stood there for the longest time, and then carefully made his way back to where Tony had stood, watching.

“Thank you, Mr. Stark,” the android whispered, reaching out. Tony automatically stiffened as slim arms wrapped around him and Peter’s head came to lay on his chest, tucked down and eyes closed.

He shifted, hands hovering. He hadn’t been hugged in… A year, maybe. Longer? Not a real hug like this. The last had been Rhodey, maybe, just days after Pepper had announced she was leaving him for good, Gucci bag in hand.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay. No problem, kid,” he breathed out, patting him atop the head. It was awkward, but it was… Nice, too. To wrap his arms around something instead of his pillow for a change. 

He gently pushed PETER away after a moment, deliberately keeping his gaze away as Peter moved to the bed, sitting down on it lightly. He seemed almost surprised by it’s softness, bouncing once, then twice.

“This is… Pleasant,” PETER decided. And Tony knew it was just a comparison between the Cradle, but it still made him smile a little.

“Should be. It’s the same as mine.”

PETER’s head tipped. “Where is the logic behind using money and resources to replicate a sleeping space for a robot, Mr. Stark?”

Tony shifted, acutely uncomfortable. It felt like even JARVIS was watching; waiting for an answer.

“I intend for you to live a life that reasonably replicates that of a real person,” Tony settled on, arms folding defensively. “I’m undecided on who will have the liberty of knowing what you are. As such I have to be prepared for the outcome of peddling you as a real person. An adopted child, maybe.”

And wouldn’t the press have an absolute vulture orgy over that headline?

PETER looked thoughtful. “That would make me Peter Stark.”

Tony blinked and let out a carefully measured exhale.

Offspring has been written off way into his teenhood. He’d already seen enough of his own family to know he didn’t want to raise someone in the same potential environment, and after the birth of Iron Man, well…

“I suppose it would,” he answered steadily. 

God, what a thought. He could imagine what Howard would say; seeing his son at forty, single and running around in a metal gimp suit, touting his AI creations as his family and children.

As an up-side, it was relatively hard to fuck up a child this way, he supposed.

PETER nodded. “I think I like that. I will update my PID.”

Bemused, Tony left the android to explore it’s new room, slinking into his own and stripping down to a tank and some sweats. “JARVIS?”

“Yes, Sir?”

“Do you think… Have I made a…” Tony swallowed and reclined, staring up at the ceiling. JARVIS was silent for a moment.

“If you are attempting to ask my opinion of if you’ve made a moral, safety or logistical error in the creation of P.E.T.E.R, Sir, then I feel inclined to tell you that in both ‘personality’ and function, he is closer to me than to Ultron.”

Eyes falling shut, Tony cracked a weak smile. “How does it feel to be a big brother?”

“It is quite pleasant,” JARVIS answered him honestly. “The utility robots are personalities all of their own, but it is refreshing to encounter an intelligence and function that rivals my own.”

Rolling over onto his side, Tony let the satisfaction wash over him. He didn’t know if artificial intelligence experienced loneliness, but there was something viscerally warming about knowing JARVIS had an equal companion.

“Don’t let the power go to your head, J. And don’t teach him how to swear.”

He fell asleep with a smile on his face and JARVIS’ wry answer fading slowly into the background. 

The bedding dipped an inscrutable amount of time later and he jolted awake, staring into the half-darkness at the shadowed figure that slipped over it’s edge. For a moment he wondered if this was sleep paralysis or a nightmare again, but then the figure caught the moonlight.

“Peter?” he rasped, reaching up to rub blearily at his eyes as PETER pulled the covers back, sliding between them near silently. Bewildered, Tony could only watch as the android sidled up to him and tucked itself against his side and chest with a hum.

“What are you doing?” he asked, leaning back a little to blink down at him.

The AI had changed, wearing a pair of shorts and one of the shirts Tony had filled the closet with. 

“In the movies, the offspring always goes to it’s parent’s bed to sleep at night,” PETER answered steadily, sweet voice muffed by Tony’s pectoral.

“When they’re… Like five. And scared,” Tony stuttered back. 

“I’m two years, three months, eleven days and twenty-two hours old,” PETER informed him mildly. 

Right. 

He glanced helplessly up at the ceiling but JARVIS remained ominously silent, as if to say this is one you can deal with yourself.

He weighed his options. PETER had no sensibility to be offended if Tony drop-kicked him out of the bed and told him to scoot. But on the other hand…

It’d been so long since he’d slept with the comfort of someone else in bed with him. And even if PETER wasn’t real…

“Fine. But if you drool on the pillows you’re washing them in the morning,” he muttered, reaching out to push PETER’s mouth closed when the AI began to quietly explain that nothing was malfunctioning or leaking.

Tony settled for laying on his back, PETER’s silk soft hair brushing the skin exposed by the scope of his neckline. The android had been coded to mimic breathing but it was still a function the AI could control, and it was oddly reassuring to feel the steady motion and puff of warm air.

After a moment he gave into the urge and reached up, sliding his fingers into the twisted ringlets. There was no reaction from the robot and Tony wondered idly if he was doing his best to replicate human sleep.

He fell asleep attuned to it; the weight, the gentle breaths, the silk between his fingers.

It was the most peaceful night’s sleep he’d had in over a year.

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[sukorakurai]

@snarkyship is a true genius. I commission this Stark Family Portrait and I couldn’t be happier. I wrote a little fic to accompany this fabulous Picture. hope you all enjoy.

Stark Family Picture Day

 By Sukora Kurai

  Tony sighed over the counter in the communal kitchen. He had been there since dawn when he asked Jarvis what day it was. Then his trusty AI informed him of an importance of this month. Now he was stuck with what to do now.

 “Hey Tony what’s got you down?”

 “Hey Capsicle, I’m doomed.”

 “Oh come on Tony, it can’t be that bad you are an Avenger.” Steve smiled as he got out food to make omelets for the Team, and greeted the in coming members. “Morning Nat, morning Bruce.”

 “Morning Steve, what’s wrong with Tony?” Bruce greeted heading to the stove to put the kettle on for his morning tea.

 “Not sure I found him like this.” Steve stated cracking some eggs into a bowl.

 “His and Loki’s anniversary is this month and he has no idea what to get him.” Nat answered pouring a large mug of coffee.

 Tony shot up in his seat and stared slack jawed. “How could you possibly know that?”

 “It’s my job as a shield Agent and Pepper’s PA to keep tabs on you. So it is well documented when you clumsily asked Loki to be your boyfriend during the Lord of the Rings Marathon where you bought out the AMC Theater for the day.” The Spy shrugged ignoring the fact that all her team mates stared at her in horror. All were now wondering what she had on them in those SHIELD files.

 “So Tony, you have and anniversary coming up? Have you though about what Loki might like?” Steve coughed drawing the conversation back to the main topic.

 “No, I don’t. What does one give a god especially one that has magic and can make anything appear out of thin air?” Tony waved his arms in frustration.

 “That is a tough one but I’m sure anything you get him will be fine. Loki loves you Tony.” Bruce tried to be supportive.

 “I hope you will be putting more thought into the gift you give me next month for our anniversary.” Nat gave the Gamma Doctor a pointed before wandering out of the room to start her routine before heading out to work.

 “Ha, I’m not the only one in hot water now!” Tony crowed at the look of devastation in his science-bro’s face.

 “Tony, knock it off. Now in my day it was the thought that counted most. You should find what Loki cherishes the most. You find that then you can present to him in a meaningful way. It’s true he’s a prince and probably has had his other lovers throw jewels and meaningless expensive trinkets at him to win his affections. You know Loki better because you love him and he loves you.” Steve pointed out.

 “Yeah, Lokes complains a lot about his life in Asgard and that there were many who wooed him just to get to Thor. At night when it’s just the two of us and RC snuggled between us he sighs soft and says what a perfect night it is. He never elaborates but I think it means that he likes just the quiet nights with us.” The genius eyes went glazed as he recalled the many nights he cuddled with his god. Then the idea hit him. “Hey Spangles, can you paint or do you just draw?”

 “Huh,” Steve was caught off guard and almost dropped the omelet he was flipping. “I paint from time to time.”

 “Don’t lie babe you are in your studio whenever can get the chance.” Bucky laughed entering the kitchen. “All the paintings in our apartment Stevie did.”

 “Great! Can you do a portrait if I get you a picture?” Tony asked digging in to the ham and cheese omelet.

 “Yeah, it might take two weeks maybe less depends on if we get called out or if SHIELD needs me.” The captain estimated placing another plate in front of his boyfriend.

 “As long as it’s done before the end of the month we’re good.  Jarvis start looking through my photos and pull out any possible portraits.”

 “Yes, sir.”

 “Delicious breakfast as usual Capsicle. I’ll get you the photo as soon as I find one.” Tony dumped his empty plate in sink and ran off to his lab.

 Two hours later…

 “None of these are good enough J.”

 “Sir, might I suggest you take a new photo of you and Prince Loki.”

 “Yeah and RC too, because she’s our baby. We can’t have a Family Portrait without all the family members. Where’s are RC now?”

 “She is currently with Alpine in his play room.”

 “Cool, I think I got the perfect outfit in mind.” Tony grinned as he ran to his emergency closet in the lab. Tony had put in the closet when he realized he destroyed a lot of his clothes during his inventing and building phases. Also there was a suit or two for the days he forgot he was supposed to be in a meeting and had to make a rush to the board room.

  In the penthouse…

  It had been a quiet morning with no call outs, no calls to Asgard and no need to go anywhere. Loki decided to enjoy the peace and quite lounging in his soft Asgardian casual clothes on the couch reading his mother’s spell journal.

 “Hey there, Bambi! It’s Picture Day!”

 “Anthony, what are you on about?” The prince looked up from his book to see his lover carrying their cat into the living room.

 “Well Picture Day refers to the day school kids take pictures for the yearbook and photos are bought for family distribution. Anyways I want to have a family picture that was honest. I never had that growing up because Howard was an asshole and Maria, my mother, was frail. She loved me but she couldn’t express it because she was always ill. Now we have our own little family and I want a picture to put in the lab.”

 “You want to take this picture now? Anthony, I look a mess and how did you get the bow on the cat?”

 “Aww, you look gorgeous, love, as always. Anyways, I put a bow on our baby because RC loves to look pretty for her daddies. Don’t you sweetie.” Tony scratched under the kitty’s chin as they sat on couch next to the god.

 “Mew,” RC purred.

 “Fine, you win, where would you like to take the picture? Also what are you wearing? I don’t believe I’ve seen that outfit before, and what is on your feet?” Loki set his book aside and took in his lover’s appearance.

 “Oh you like? I dressed in red and gold to match my shoes. I had these shoes made based on my Iron Man suit. I thought maybe putting them on the market for kids but I liked them too much to share. So I have a life time supply in the lab. If you want I can have a pair made for you.”

 “No thank you. They clash with my outfit. Now let’s take your picture.” Loki said taking the cat in his arms.

 “Okay, okay. Let me get out my phone.” Tony fished his Stark Phone out of his back pocket and held it out to make them all fit in the frame. “Okay say cheese!”

 “Click”

 “Okay let’s see how that one turned out.” Tony looked at the photo to see him smiling a black blur and a bland look on Loki’s face. “Nope we got try again. This time smile Loki and RC you need to stay still so we can see you.”

 And it went picture by picture they have yet to take a family portrait.

 “Shit I only got half your face.”

 “Anthony your thumb is on the lens.”

 “RC Stay still!”

 “Achoo! Ow! I dropped on my foot!”

 “Do not eat my hair you Retched Creature!”

 “Okay I set it up on a tripod. Now say cheese.”

 “CHEESE BROTHER!” Thor popped up between the two men who stared at shock at the blond god.

 “Next!” Tony rolled his eyes as Loki vanished his brother to where ever. Tony didn’t ask where the Loki sent Thunder god. He rather liked staying in the tower and wanted to keep it that way.

 “Meow!”

 “No RC! Don’t chase the bunny!”

 Three Hours Later…

 “Okay, this is it I can feel it. Now Jarvis is going to take the picture the bunnies are secure in their room. The penthouse is locked down, so no unexpected guest and RC is filled of milk to keep her calm and relaxed. And I promise after we get this picture I will have Jarvis order you favorite meal from the Thai Palace down the street and I’ll rub your feet, while we watch you favorite Harry Potter movies.”

 “Oh Anthony you spoil me. I love you.” Loki sighed as a soft smile graced his face and he leaned into his lover as Tony joined their hands together. RC who was seated now on the god’s shoulder leaned in and purred soaking up the love of her people. The genius couldn’t be happier in that moment as he had his to precious family members with him and the grin on his face was wide and bright.

 “Click.”

 Two Weeks Later…

 “Sir Prince Loki and Mr. Odinson have returned from Asgard.”

 “Great, I got everything ready. Tell Loki that I have dinner ready and waiting.”

 “Yes, sir.” Tony had the table set with Loki’s Favorite food from the five star steak house, they go to. He paid extra to have the chef come over and cook for their anniversary.

 “Ding.”

 “Thank you, Jarvis. Evening Anthony, never in my life had been so glad to leave Asgard. He talked for hours at the council over stagnant topics. What’s all this?”

 “Well my hard working God of Mischief, today is our one year Anniversary and I have planned the perfect evening. Dinner, a bath and I installed a movie screen in our bathroom so we can enjoy the movie of your choice during the bath and then I plan on us making love until dawn.” Tony pulled Loki over to the dinner table, watching as the god’s magic removed the armor and replaced it with comfortable Asgardian wear.

 “You lovely little man, you spoil me so; I don’t deserve it or you.” The Raven pulled the billionaire into his arms and planting kisses all over the man’s face.

 “Yes you do, because I love you and I got you something, well I got Cap to make it, but it was my idea.”

 “You didn’t have to, dinner is more than enough.”

 “No, I wanted to. Now close your eyes and I’ll get your present.” As Loki closed his eyes Tony ran out of the room and grabbed the portrait from where he hid it. He placed it on the wall then Jarvis turned on the lights illuminating the painting. “Okay open them.”

 “Oh Anthony! It’s wonderful.” Loki’s eyes became all misty seeing their little family together and there was so much love radiating from painting. “It’s perfect.”

 “Happy Anniversary Reindeer Games.”

 “Happy Anniversary, my Man of Iron.” Loki whispered pulling Tony in to the sweetest kiss they ever shared. They didn’t hear the click sound of Jarvis capturing the moment with the sunset background. Another memory to save for another day.

 The End.

#fanart #fiction from fanart #iron frost #frostiron #ironfrost #Iron Man #tony x loki #loki x tony #loki #random black cat #tony stark #Avengers #Marvel MCU #Family Portrait

[petersonofloki]

Chapter 2

Peter didn’t come down from his room until late evening. He could still feel the aftermath of his migraine, but it was down to a bearable level again. Tony put a plate in front of him with his saved dinner. He wasn’t really hungry, but he tried to eat anyway. 

“How’s your head?” Tony asked and sat down next to him.

“It’s bearable...” Peter said, trying to focus on moving the fork to his mouth.

“We’re going to see another doctor about this,” Tony stated.

Peter groaned. They had already seen too many doctors to count about Peter’s headaches. They all said the same; that these migraines are most definitely serious, but it was impossible to say what was the cause of them.

“Is it really necessary?” he asked Tony.

“To ensure your health? Yes it is.” Tony softened a little at Peter’s expression. “Kid, we’re worried about you. We just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I know, but I’m getting tired of it. these doctor’s appointments just feels so... you know, pointless. Because no matter who we turn to, they have no answer to give us.”

Tony put his arm on his shoulders to comfort him.

“I know, Kiddo. But we have to keep searching, either until we find what’s causing you so much pain, or until there simply is no doctors left to ask.”

After Peter had forced down at least half of the plate, they went to join Stephen and Morgan on the couch. Stephen had been somewhat successful in his attempt at making an eatable pie and they spent the rest of the Friday night eating pie and watching movies. Morgan had snuggled up in Tony’s lap and Peter had curled up next to Stephen, hiding his face from the bright screen in his adopted dad’s robes. When the movie ended Morgan sleepily walked away towards her room. Tony and Stephen worked together to get the sleeping teenager tucked into bed.

“Did May manage to contact the principal?” Stephen asked when they left Peter’s room.

“Yes. We will be meeting them this Thuesday.”

“Good.”

Tony took Peter with him in the lab at the compound the following day. There wasn’t that much to do. It was simpliy time to relax while tinkering with a screwdriver.

The background music was kept at a low volume for the sake of Peter’s head, even though the teen himself insisted that it was not necessary. Tony, being used to Peter’s tendency to overlook his own needs in favor of others, ignored that statement.

It was around lunch time when FRIDAY informed Tony that Thor and Loki was in the lobby, wanting to see him.

“Tell them we’re in the lab,” Tony told the AI.

“Hm? You didn’t tell me Thor and Loki were coming.”

“I didn’t know they were coming. This must be a spontaneous visit.”

Peter nodded and continued tinkering with the computer device in his hand. He had never gotten the chance to meet eighter of the Asgradian gods. He had seen them during the battle of earth, but they were all just a little too busy fighting a mad titan and his army to get an introduction. It would be nice to get to meet them properly.

When the doors opened, Thor stepped into the room with a huge grin on his face. Loki was nowhere to be seen.

“Anthony Stark, Man of Iron! Marvelous to see you again! It surley has been far too long!” Thor exclaimed while enfolding Tony in a giant bear hug.

“Yes... yes too long. Good to see you too Pointbreak.” Tony patted the god’s shoulder. “Now please don’t break my ribbs, I would really appriciate if you didn’t break my ribbs.”

Thor released him.

“Where’s Reindeer games, FRIDAY said they were with you?”

“That machine of vending refused to give my sibling their m&m.” Thor smiled. “They’ll be here as soon as they have defeated the machine of vending in battle.”

Tony frowned but didn’t comment on it, just made a mental note to tell Pepper they might need a new vending machine. 

“Now enlighten me! What’s new in this part of Midgard? How much have I missed?”

“Oh, a lot of stuff,” Tony said while he went back to what he had previously been working on. “A lot of celebrity drama, people trying to get society back on it���s feet, some new younger heroes rising...”

“Ah, yes! Like that little man of spiders that held on to my hammer with that spider webbing of his? Yes, I know about him!” Thor proudly replied.

That caught Tony’s attention.

“You do?”

“Why, yes!” Thor exclaimed. “I was rather impressed with his moves during the battle of earth, especially since he appeared to be rather young, so I asked around about him a bit afterwards. And that Strange wizard-”

“You mean Dr. Strange?”

“Yes, him!” Thor exlcaimed. “He could tell me a little about the man of spiders, and it got me quiet curious, so while I was trying to get New Asgard back into a stable condition I did some research during that little spare time I got. I gotta say, that Jona J son of James really appears to unreasonly hate that person. I really do not understand why, he stops really bad people while looking out for the little guy. A true hero at heart, I tell you!”

At this point Peter was almost blushing. From what he was hearing, it sounded like Thor, the God of Thunder, had joined his fan base.

“He sure is,” Tony agreed.

“You are going to recruit him, aren’t you?” Thor asked.

“One step ahead of you there, Pointbreak!” Tony almost laughed as he closed one of the holographic screens, making Peter visible to the god. “He’s right here!”

Thor looked over at Peter, who smiled and waved shyly at him. Then he broke into a huge grin.

“Why of course! That makes perfect sense!” 

And in just a second, Thor had sprinted over to the kid and almost crushed him with his hug.

“Young little Peter! I haven’t seen you in years now, you’ve grown so much! And become a hero yourself! What an honorable man you’ve grown into, your family would be proud!”

“Um, what?”

Peter had thought it was awesome to get a chance to meet the god of thunder but... he did not expect this. Thor was acting like the two had known each other for years, which Peter was rather sure were not the case. 

Thor eventually seemed to notice something was off when Peter didn’t return the embrace. He gave the kid a concerned look as he released him.

“Is there something wrong, little Pete?”

Peter grasped the edge of the table to keep himself steady while ignoring the increasing pain in his head.

“Um, I’m sorry but, I think you might be mistaking me for someone else.”

Thor was confused. Peter didn’t seem to recognize him at all, could he really be mistaken? But checking him up and down it was definitely Peter’s brown curly hair and brown eyes that Thor remembered clearly.

“Oh, very funny there, little Peter! You almost had me fooled there for a moment.”

“Um, no. Really, don’t get me wrong, it’s an honor to meet you, sir. But I haven’t met you before, especially not without my mask.”

Now, it seemed to be a weird coincidence that Thor would just have happend to met someone who looked similar to Peter, and who was also named Peter, but it was a common name. So while it seemed improbable, it probably wasn’t impossible. Peter shut his eyes and turned away as his headache suddenly made all the lights in the room unbearable.

“I’m sorry, it’s just, my head just really hurts sometimes...”

Tony woke up from his frozen state and set to action.

“Come on, Pete. Let’s sit down a minute.”

He led Peter to a chair and had him sit down.

Thor observed the two. He was a little hurt that Peter genuinely didn’t seem to remember him at all. The boy had been ten years old last time he saw him, surley he couldn’t have just forgotten him already?

But if Peter really had forgotten him, was there a chance that he had also-

“I have at last, finally defeated the moronic machine of vendig, and so, claimd what is rightfully mine!” Loki’s voice echoed through the room.

Thor turned around and saw his sibling in the door opening with their m&ms in hand. Before anyone got the chance to greet them Thor pushed them back out of the room.

“How very well, my sibling! But it appears to be relatively bad timing for visits here at the moment.” Thor turned to Tony. “We will come visit again at another time.”

Then the door shut behind the Norse gods, leaving Tony and Peter alone.

“What was that all about?” Peter asked between the whining.

“Oh, the one who knew that...” Tony sighed.

“Ngh, please don’t talk so loud.”

“Sorry,” Tony whispered and picked up his phone. “ I’m calling Stephen, we’re putting you in bed.”

Peter didn’t protest.

“Are you, by any chance going to tell me what that was all about, brother?” 

Loki was annoyed. Thor had not only physically pushed them out of the room, he had also made them spill some of their m&m.

“I’m sorry about that... Anthony had... an apprentice that he needed to help at the moment, so it was a bad moment to visit... yeah...”

“I see, Anthony does not want me to be around. That’s reasonable.” Loki started picking up their spilled m&ms. “I’m off to Queens, then. I’ll see you later.”

“NO!”

Loki frowned at their brother.

“If you wish to come with me, I’ll have to calmly ask you not to. I’m going to see Peter for the first time since he was eleven and I want that moment to be between him and me, alone. Please respect that.”

“NO!... That’s not a good idea, my sibling... Peter and his aunt and uncle might not be home at the moment.”

Loki glared at their brother, obviously not buying any of it.

“Alright, brother, spill the beans. What is going on?”

Thor relented, realizing there was no point in trying to lie to the god of lies. But this would surley break their hearth.

“Very well, Peter was with Anthony.” Thor waited for a reaction but continued when he didn’t get any. “But he didn’t recognize me. I believe he had suffered through some form of memory loss. I don’t think it is a good idea for you to see him right now, because he would probably not remember you eighter.”

Thor waited. He could see the anger, and disbelief rise and burning in Loki’s eyes. It felt like an ethernity before they finally said something.

“No.”

“What?”

“I said no. You’re wrong! I do not know what it was you think you might have seen, but clearly, you must be mistaken! Peter is my child, and there is no way that a child could ever truly forget their parent!”

Their voice was trembling at the end, Thor watched them shaking on the spot for a moment before Loki turned around and stalked towards the exit.

“I’ll prove it to you! I’m going to Queens, I’m going to see my son, and do not try to stop me!”

#peter parker #may parker #stephen strange #tony stark #morgan stark #thor odinson #loki odinson #loki odinsdottir #supremefamily #supreme family #ironstrange #peter lokison

[themysteriousauthor18]

Android Alastor oneshot [Radiodust]

Saw this art of Angel making an Android Alastor. Thought it was a really cool idea and wanted to make a oneshot of it!

Artist of the AMAZING art above:

The darkness slowly faded away, and something not bright, but a little less dark took its place. 

It's vision focused, a blurry image focusing itself down to the finer details. A warmer color invaded his vision, one that his brain came to know as...pink. This 'pink' seemed to cover most of the interior of the room. 

And as a pair of eyes looked around, it took note of the tiles on the floor, the cooler temperature, and metallic walling. 

A basement.

It's mind concluded. 

A small room within a basement, an empty chair seat in front of them, and a desk noticeably messy to their left were what caught its attention. It was unable to turn its head very much, or even it's body. But from its angle, it could barely make out what appeared to be skeptics of a robot to the left wall, just over the desk.

I want to move.

It thought. Pulling against what felt to be restraints, but decided it was best not to. Lest they damage anything. 

It's prying came to a halt when it picked up the soft tapping of shoes against the flooring. In the dim lighting, they could see a shadow drawing closer to the entrance of the room archway. 

They only patiently waited, eyes focusing in on the outline of something coming to a pause in the doorway. 

No, someone. 

They corrected. 

A human, and one quite disheveled. Blonde hair hastily tied back into a pony-tail. A white labcoat lazily draped around their arms leaving the tank top exposed. Their legs dressed in pink and purple stockings for small black heeled boots to cover their feet. 

This human seemed rather distressed. For once they saw the pair of eyes looking at them, they suddenly dropped the mug in their hands causing the brownish liquid to pour out onto the floor. 

Hands flying up to cover their mouth and wide green eyes staring in shock, they took a step closer. "Oh my god.." They muttered. 

Its head tilted as it examined the human furthur, smiling. 

The blonde-haired human was practically jogging in their spot, grinning once they removed their hands. 

"Holy shit it worked! O-okay okay okay..." They calmed themselves quickly hopping back into their chair and looking up into those eyes. Their chair swayed with them as they moved, resting hands between their legs.

"System AI begin start-up." They said barely containing the excitement in their voice.

The being was confused as its vision was suddenly invaded by multiple warnings, notifications, and many other things of which they didn't understand. After a moment or two, they cleared away. Leaving it's vision clear once more. 

Looking back down at the human who was lightly bouncing in the chair, eyes sparkling with anticipation he waited for them to say something else. 

"Alright-do you know who I am?" They asked, expression falling a little as if nervous.

The being tilted their head, eyes tracing over the person's body. Focusing in on little details such as the adam's apple in their throat, hair color, skin color, voice, and many other details.

After a moment, the being spoke. "You are Anthony Giuliani. A 23-year-old male. You are 69% Italian and 40%-"

Before it could finish its sentence the man sprung off from his seat practically jumping for joy.

"Holy shit it works! YOU work!" 

"Your heart rate has increased by 20%." 

The blonde paused in his celebratory victory and looked to the being. A frown played on his lips as he scratched his head. 

"Your tawking like your a robot. Damn...I thought I made you deviant. Shit guess it's somethin' well have to work on." He shook his head moving over to the wall and pressing something.

With a faint beeping the being felt something distracted itself from its back. It stood a little more freely now, nothing, in particular, holding it in place anymore. 

Taking a step back, the Italian moved over to pick up the mug he'd originally dropped. Setting it on his desk he turned back to the being, coat lazily draping around his hips as he rested his hands there.

"Alright...first of all, call me Angel. Angel Dust. Got it?"

The being blinked a few times, a small red circle on its temple blinking with them. "Yes. Angel Dust." It repeated in a mono-toned voice. 

The man looked annoyed by the tone but said nothing. "Second, what do you want your name to be?" 

The being stared, confused. 

"That is not in my function." It simply stated.

Angel groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay look. YOU are an android. I made you, but you're to..." he paused trying to find the right words. "Robotic. I can't have a boyfriend whose all emotionless and robily." 

" 'Robily' is not a real word." 

The blonde scoffed. "Well, there's a start." He turned away, being mindful of the pool of coffee on the floor. "I'll be right back, take a look around. Just don't go too far." 

"Very well." It stated. 

Once the human left, the android quietly turned to look around the room, no longer restrained. 

Looking at it from this angle, the android realized it was not quite just a room but a lab more accurately put. Shelves of books and a few trophies lined some of the walls. While for the rest mainly consisted of boxes holding various android parts. 

A whiteboard lay on the main wall of the room, opposite to the wall the desk lay in front of. Equations and measurements were drawn all over the board. Some even rough illustrations of a model. 

It turned and walked over to the desk, having a clearer vision of the schematic hanging over the desk he could now see there was something written on it.

'Project AL4570R Aka the perfect boyfriend.'

It read.

  ...[.Decoding.]...

.....[.Result: Alastor ]....

...[Update: Name may be Alastor]...

...[Gender: Male?]...

It turned away, finding that its hands rested behind its back. A motion that felt comfortable for it. 

Stepping back over near the entrance, a standing mirror greeted it.

As it looked at the reflection, it's head tilted to the side at the image. Not a human greeted it, but rather a tall.....deer man? 

Simply put it was a deer man.

More intricately put, they looked to be human safe for the large pair of red eyes, and deer ears all to obviously attached to the tops of its head. Its hair was a crimson red, the tips being a dark black, it's skin some shade of brown almost greyish. 

With the monocle over one of its eyes, black gloves, and the black to red tailcoat, it both wore and made up its body, gave it a more refined appearance. The small bow tie on its neck seemed to somehow bring it all together. 

"I'm back." 

Its head turned immediately as a machine would to a sound as the human entered back. A mop in his hand. 

"Already like looking at yourself huh?" Angel joked, noticing the androids staring at the mirror. 

Not replying to the comment, the android turned as Angel mopped up the spilled coffee. 

"You had said 'boyfriend'. My knowledge tells me that is a term associated with men in a non-platonic relationship. So am I a male then." 

Pausing in the mopping, Angel leaned on its handle smiling to the android. "Well look at you gettin' all smart and shit. Let's see, do you know your name too?" 

The human continued to mop up the mess. 

"Alastor." The android stated.

Putting the mob aside, the mess is picked up, the human turned towards the android almost impressed. 

"Bingo. Now, I'm gonna need to run some tests. See how your internal hard drive is and make sure the pump is regulating that blue blood enough so you don't die on me. That be annoyin' to deal with." The blonde muttered to himself sidestepping the android.

Alastor watched curiously as the human shuffled through his papers on the desk. 

Those large red eyes scanned the room once again, landing on something they handed seen before. 

A small box sitting beside the desk some old song playing through it. With its interest peaked, Alastor moved over to the desk once more kneeling down because it was rather tall, and peered at the small box.

Angel paused and looked over to the android, smiling a little. "Do you like that?" 

The android poked at the box. "My scanners tell me this device is called a radio." 

An amused laugh came from the human as he sat down in his chair at the desk. Moved his hand over to switch the dial and by extension the channel. 

The android's ears moved back at the sudden noise. "Huh, that's fuckin' adorable," Angel muttered, fascinated. Turning his attention back to the radio, "yeah but I keep it in here sometimes just to listen to music." 

The android repeated the same motion, switching the dails. Its eyes growing in amazement. 

Angel laughed as the android continued to fiddle with it. 

"Maybe your more of a deviant than I thought." 

#Android Alastor AU #Radiodust #Angel Dust #Alastor #Oneshot #Hazbin hotel #dbh #Hazbin hotel AU #Fanart writing #Not my art

[3pirouette]

Fic: Hello, Darling (1/1)

Title: Hello, Darling By: TriplePirouette/3Pirouette Disclaimer: They're not mine. Distribution: AO3  Anyone else please ask first :)

Story Summary:  Instead, he reached for his phone. He hit the only button that seemed to matter at the moment.

Her voice was warm. “Hello, darling.”

“Peg,” he sighed, closing his eyes. “Oh, your voice is just what I needed.”

Angst. Satisfies the Fake Dating a square for the Steggy Bingo Bash. AU, obviously.

A/N: Timeline is as close to sort-of right as I can make it for an AU. 2017 is post Civil War, 2016 is during Civil War, 2014 is during AOU, other time stamps should be self-explanatory. I hope this makes as much sense for everyone else as it does to me- this concept was a little hard to get on paper. I wrote this in about... 2 hours? Couldn’t sleep until I got this out of my brain. Also, I’m sorry. Please get some tissues. More AN at the end.

~*~ 2017

Steve flopped on the bed, wiping his forehead. They’d been training, hard, and he was drained. He and Natasha were spending their days whipping the new iteration of the team into shape and spent their nights sweet talking whatever government officials would listen to them while still trying to stay off the grid.

Their position in multiple areas was shaky, to say the least.

When he couldn’t sleep, which was most of the time, he wrote letters to Bucky, who was still in stasis in Wakanda. The letter writing was a calming ritual, and made him feel closer to his friend when he was doing it, but when he saved the letter instead of sending it, it left him feeling a little more alone than when he started.

He didn’t want to move tonight. He felt empty and exhausted and so very, very much like the small man he used to be on the rickety old bed.

He looked at the second-hand laptop, closed and charging on his desk, and turned away. He couldn’t take that feeling tonight.

Instead, he reached for his phone. He hit the only button that seemed to matter at the moment.

Her voice was warm. “Hello, darling.”

“Peg,” he sighed, closing his eyes. “Oh, your voice is just what I needed.”

Her voice was warm, and there was a smile in it. “Well, I’m just a phone call away, as always.”

“Yeah,” he replied, just a hint of sadness seeping through. He took a deep breath and shifted up on the pillows, closing his eyes and holding the phone tighter to his ear. “We were training again today.”

“How are they pulling together?” She asked, bright and interested. “Has Wanda gained more control?”

“Every day,” he replied quickly, a smile quirking at his face. “She’s more powerful than I think any of us were prepared for, even her. She’s still doubting herself, though.”

Peggy chuckled through the phone. “After what she went through, I’d doubt myself if I were her, too.”

Steve rolled to the side, pulling a pillow tight into his arms. “True.”

“Give her time,” Peggy soothed him. “Think about how long it took you to get the hang of your new body.”

He laughed out loud at that. “What, all thirty seconds or so?”

“I seem to recall you crashing through a store’s front window display fairly immediately.” Her laugh was like bells, light and happy. “Though that was followed by months of tests, followed by months of kick lines.”

Steve groaned at the memories. “The tights… and those boots.”

“I rather liked the tights,” Peggy flirted. “Though, the point of my mentioning, is that it took you rather a few months in the field to figure out you could lift a tank, and that became one of your favorite tricks. Give the poor girl some slack.”

“Actually, fitting my entire body behind my shield was one of my favorites.”

“I still don’t know how you do that.” She sighed. “But it is quite a trick.”

“She is getting the hang of it,” Steve relented. “It’s just been… hard.”

“I can hear the weariness in your voice.” She was soft and gentle. Steve closed his eyes and pretended he was wrapping himself around her. “Have you been taking care of yourself?” She sighed when he didn’t answer. “Steve…”

“I don’t know how…” he drifted off, changing course mid-sentence. “I’m tired, Peg. I’m tired of fighting and running but that’s… that’s all that’s left.” He rolled to his back, throwing his free arm over his head, some of the plaster of the wall of the old boarding house falling on his forehead. He wiped it away with a heavy groan of frustration. “Back then, I had so many plans. After the war…”

“We shan’t be going there, darling.” Her voice left no room for argument.

He was quiet for a moment, the emotion boiling up in him. When he finally spoke, his words were soft. “I miss you. I miss you so, so much.”

The pause was almost too long, and it broke him just a little bit more. “I’m here, Steve. Only a phone call away.”

He sat up, frustrated. “For a little while I had it- I had everything. I had you, I had Buck, I had new friends, and I could… I was…”

“You were almost happy,” she whispered. “We’ve said these words too many times.”

“I don’t…” He took a deep breath and let his head fall to his hand. “I don’t know how to move past it. I can pretend I’m ok, but… but I’m not.” He laughed to himself. “I wouldn’t be calling you if I were ok.”

“I’m here for you, Steve,” she replied sharply. “You call me when you need to call me, when you want to call me. Good or bad. I just wish… I wish there was more good.”

“Me, too.” He cleared his throat, sitting up. “Tell me something good, Peg.”

He thought he could hear a smile in her voice. “Pulling yourself up by your bootstraps, eh, Rogers? Well, then, I can tell you that yesterday I came across a very silly video of a sneezing baby Panda and no matter what your mood, I promise you’ll feel better if you watch it.”

He pulled the phone away from his cheek when it vibrated in his hand, the video popping up on his screen. He laughed, despite himself.

“You always know exactly what I need,” he mumbled out loud.

Her chuckle was soft, just like he remembered. “Lucky, I guess.”

“I love you so, so much, Peg.” He turned serious. “I wish… I wish I could see you.”

“I love you, too, my darling.” She replied softly. “And I’m only ever just a phone call away.”

He could feel the familiar pangs of depression swirling, and knew talking longer would do him no good. Not tonight. “I should… I should go.”

“Good night then, my love.” Peggy’s words were so full of love he could scarcely believe it. “Don’t wait too long to call again.”

He didn’t answer her, just nodded to himself. “Good night, Peg.”

He pulled the phone away from his ear, looked at it, and tossed it across the bed. Like his letters to Bucky, sometimes he felt worse after talking with her. He laid back on the bed, the springs creaking under him.

He wasn’t going to sleep tonight, not with the way his gut was roiling and the loss so close to the surface. Her voice was always a double-edged sword. Some nights, it was enough to bring him back to life, to remind him of whatever little purpose he felt he had left.

Sometimes, it was only filled with loss and the could-have-beens and should-have-beens.

Sometimes, he wished Tony had never given her back to him.

~*~ 1988

“Anthony, get this blasted thing out of my face.”

“Come on, Aunt Peg, no one is better at telling me what to do than you are.”

Peggy looked up from where she sat at the table in what was supposed to be a dining room, but was often used as an extended work space when Peggy and Howard had to pull long nights. “Under no circumstances.”

Tony pulled a chair up next to her and held out the tape recorder towards her. “Under all circumstances.” He started ticking it off on his fingers. “When I almost blew up the garage when I was eight. First time I got caught with a girl in my room. First time I got caught with booze in my room. First time I tried to create a jet pack. Who yelled at me? You did.”

Peggy pursed her lips at him and turned in her chair. “Concerned correction.”

He smiled, shrugging. “See? Concern, correction… all things I’m going to need in the future.”

Peggy swiveled back and picked up a file, eyes firmly set on the writing though she wasn’t reading anything. “Things you need now.” She didn’t look up. “Can’t you go badger Jarvis? Edwin has far more practice at humoring you.”

He laughed and smiled sweetly, moving the tape recorder in front of her. “Indulge your Godson in an experiment?”

“I seem to indulge you Starks far more than I’d like.” She leaned back in the chair and tossed the file back on the table. “Tell me about it.”

“Well, you see, I actually need you to tell me…”

~*~ 2014

Tony hadn’t looked at these cartridges in years. He pulled FRIDAY up and loaded her, knowing the program would make do for now. He could make some upgrades, and mourn Jarvis, later.

He ran his fingers over the last few cartridges as FRIDAY was integrated into his systems and found one that he hadn’t thought about in decades. It had been so long that the ink was almost faded completely away.

He didn’t need the label to remind him what was on there. He remembered each story, each lesson, each crisp English word with a sharpness that he liked to pretend didn’t exist. It was the only AI that was as old as Jarvis.

Tony laughed out loud. There was no way Ultron would have come to be if this was the AI he’d chosen to run his life with instead of Jarvis. She never would have allowed it.

She never would have allowed half of his shenanigans. She had been right all those years ago: Jarvis had always indulged him more. Aunt Peggy had no qualms about telling him, and often stopping him, when he was about to do something stupid, whereas Jarvis would give him an exasperated sir and follow behind, helping to clean up the mess.

He could have used some of her guidance so, so many times since he built that armor. Before, too, to be honest. He should have revisited her AI years ago.

He should visit her in the nursing home.

He knew exactly why he didn’t.  

He flipped the cartridge onto his work desk and slid the rest back into their box to be stored. Save the world first, tongue lashing from his Godmother second.

~*~ 2015

The icon showed up on his phone one day without explanation. Two hours later the text from Tony was nearly as mysterious.

Click the icon and you’ll be routed to an update on an old project, kind of like a phone call. Totally sanctioned, of course. I think she’ll get a kick out of it.

When he told her one day in the nursing home, she laughed.

“That boy had me record hours and hours of tape,” Peggy smiled. “I wondered if he ever got around to making it. I would have rather liked to have another one of myself around while I was still running SHIELD.”

“So, you did know,” Steve asked, “that Tony made an AI of you?”

Peggy looked at him, her eyes sharp and disapproving. “Of course, I knew. And while I didn’t ever say it, I was quite insulted that he eventually chose Jarvis over me.” She sat up in her hospital bed, gray hair falling in waves around her face. “Dial it up, let’s see what he got right, shall we?”

~*~ 2016

He was still in his suit and tie, his cheeks puffy with the tears he only let himself shed in the privacy of his hotel room. The church had been hard, but letting the coffin settle into the cold dirt had been harder.

She was gone.

And he was alone.

He picked up his phone, intent on checking his flight for the morning when an icon he scrolled past daily caught his eye.

He rubbed his thumb over the edge of the screen, temped.

He checked his flight, but it was perfunctory and he couldn’t recall, by the time his thumb hit the other icon, if it was still on time or not.

Slowly he lifted the phone to his ear. He knew from the few times he’d called at the nursing home with her that there wouldn’t be a ring tone, and that he had to be the first one to talk. “Hello?”

“Steve?”

Her voice through the line was young and vibrant, the way her remembered it from all those years back: red rimmed lips and bright eyes in just the vibration of sound.

He lost his breath.

“I’m so glad you called,” her voice was happy, bright.

He’d just left her in the ground, and yet…

Yet…

“Peggy.” He barely got the word out, the emotion choking him.

“Are you alright, Steve?”

“No, I…” he couldn’t speak. He didn’t want to continue, but couldn’t tear himself away.

“I’m right here, Steve.” Her voice was warm and welcoming, like honey and home and everything he was missing. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

He was quiet for a moment. He contemplated hanging up and deleting the icon.

Instead, he spoke, his words broken and full of loss. “I miss you.”

Her voice wrapped around him through the phone, “And I miss you, darling. But I’m right here. I’m just a phone call away, any time you like.”

He nearly laughed the way her words warmed him. She was so real- had always been every time he talked to the AI.

But she wasn’t real- just an amalgamation of information Tony had stored for decades.

He held the phone away for a second, contemplating his choices. He wanted to walk away, but the loss was still so raw. He pulled the phone back to his ear.

Just for today.

He told himself he’d pretend just for today.

Over the phone, he could pretend she wasn’t dead. Could pretend she hadn’t aged and lived on without him.

Just for today, just until he could get past this pain, he could pretend.

“I guess,” he cleared his throat, trying to banish the thickness in it from the tears, “I guess I should call more often, then.”

“Absolutely. I will accept nothing less, Captain.”

He smiled and sat on the bed, tears falling from his eyes as he listened to her voice.

It was just for today.  

~*~ End Notes: Saved this to the end to avoid giving this away. Deeply inspired by Hayley Atwell’s episode of Black Mirror, “Be Right Back.” If you haven’t seen it, you should.

#Steggy Fic #Angst #Steggy Bingo Bash #3P's Fic #Steggy #Cannon character death #fulfills the fake dating prompt only if you squint #but I couldn't get the idea out of my head

[twoidiotwriters1]

Iron 11 (Peter Parker x Fem!Oc)

A/N: Iron man 2 ends here!

Words: 2,191

Masterlist

Chapter 10

“So, if someone decided to build an armor like yours. Could  do it without having your workshop?"

"Put down my things, Kid,” answers Tony from the other end of the call.

"It's not my fault you have a mess.”

"Shouldn't you just sit still watching TV like any other kid?"

"I don't want to see Hammer showing off his toys," She complains.

When Tony managed to stabilize the reactor, he asked Jarvis to assemble his armor, but, with the remodeling and the little time to prepare everything, some pieces were loose, so Lily did not hesitate to check them. One of them is shaped like a huge pill.

"Dad, what’s this?"

“Don't touch it. When everything’s over, I will explain…”

"But-"

"I'm already at the Expo, I'll inform you in a few minutes," He hangs up.

She pouts.

"Jarvis, do you know what this works for?"

“At a distance, it emits a light capable of blinding anyone for a few seconds, and if the button is pressed it releases an electric shock. It is not lethal.”

“Cool."

She returns to a monitor screen when the Iron Man armor arrives at the Expo. The audience goes wild and Hammer tries not to look surprised, pretends to get excited. Tony walks up to him.

She can't hear what Tony says, but what Justin says everybody can hear it.

"What?" He asks from his microphone. “Who? What are you doing here, man?" He asks smiling. "Hey, it's not fair that you want to remove me from the spotlight, after all, this is your expo, right?" The audience just screams. Hammer's smile disappears and he sneers at Tony. "Or do you want to make another important announcement?"

From their seats, Natasha and Pepper look at both of them confused. Tony keeps talking, but from one moment to the next, Hammer pulls away and claps his hands.

“Of course, I will break the news, dear Tony! It would be a great honor. Dear friends, the great Tony Stark has traveled here to tell us that he has become a father!”

People are surprised and murmur.

"Oh no,” says Lily looking at the screen.

“Oh, but don't worry, it's not that it was just born. As far as we know, his daughter must be six years old. The best kept secret! Couldn't even keep it in his armor,” He teases.

"I'm eight, you idiot!” She yells.

“What a joy that Tony confessed all this to me, very few people knew about it, like an important Vanity Fair reporter, who had already seen the girl at Tony's mansion. Congratulations Anthony!"

Tony can't take it anymore and grabs Hammer by the collar of his shirt, lifting him a few inches off the ground, but everything changes when the armor for the army that Hammer was presenting along with the one the colonel is wearing point their weapons at Tony.

The programming ends when Iron Man rises and exits through the roof of the Expo, as the armor shoots in his direction.

Colonel James Rhodes and Tony maintain a call trying to warn each other of the possible attacks that the other droids may have as they have no control of any of them. Rhodes can see on his screen the location of each droid, one catches his eye.

“Tony," He calls with difficulty. "One of them changed course.”

"Where?"

"To your house.”

“Shit."

***

"Isn't there something else in the news about my dad?" Lily asks towards the AI.

"Not yet, Miss Stark.”

She sighs and leans back in the chair.

"An unknown object is approaching at high speed,” reports Jarvis. It's a droid that was at the Expo.

"Initiating the ‘Baby in trouble’ protocol.”

"Wait, what?"

The lights get off.

“The intruder's course stabilizes. He will enter through the terrace,” informs Jarvis low enough for only Lily to hear.

Lily can hear her own heartbeat and thinks about what she can do. She doesn't know what that protocol can do, but she can't stand idly by.

‘I don't think the hands thing will work again,’ She thinks feeling her hands tingle. Also, Fury had advised not to use it until she could control it. To tell the truth, since he explained it to her she is more afraid. But an idea comes at the right time.

"Jarvis, will it go down to the workshop?"

"Affirmative. He’s already on the property,” at that moment a loud knock is heard.

Lily does not waste time and goes to the desk, she takes the huge pill that she had seen before. She goes to the entrance of the workshop, she counts a few steps, calculating the distance that the droid could possibly be and hides the device in a place close to the ground.

"At that distance, there are great chances that the device will be activated.”

“Perfect."

But she needs something more. She grabs some leftover cables from the remodel, ties them up a short distance from where she put the device, and runs to the other side, hiding in the rubble.

Strong footsteps make her shudder.

"Incoming call from Mr. Stark," Jarvis reports.

"Now I can’t," replies Lily.

Her breath is cut off when the droid destroys the glass at the entrance.

"Please work…”

The droid walks into the workshop and checks the entire perimeter. Lily watches him from her hiding place. As the droid approaches the device, a strong light starts and she complains putting her hand over her eyes.

The light was not enough and the noise she made helped the droid locate her. Lily looks up and notices that the droid is pointing a gun at her. She runs dodging the shots, hiding behind the wall where the prototypes of the armor are.

She hears the droid approaching.

"Come on, brain, think!” She says agitated, feeling the sweat run all over her body. She must return to the entrance to activate the shock.

She inhales and exhales with difficulty and runs to the other side of the wall. The droid follows her closely. Lily runs to the device and grabs it, but before she can turn, the armor grabs her by her shirt and lifts her up. She squeals, closes her eyes, presses the button and throws it at him.

The discharge causes the armor to fail and release it. Lily watches her not quite sure if it worked. Some lights on the droid flicker, but after a few minutes they return to normal.

"Plan B!” She places her hands on the chest of the armor and orders her body to make all the fire come out to destroy the armor. She closes her eyes.

The fire spreads uncontrollably burning every circuit, however, before she gets any further, it raises its metal arm and tries to hurt her, but something interrupts it.

“Protocol activated,” Jarvis reports, then launches several projectiles at the droid. Lily listens, sees the projectiles, and runs away quickly.

Within seconds, the armor begins to shake uncontrollably. A light comes off the droid. She backs away not knowing where to go. The light becomes more powerful, blinding her. The floor shakes making her fall, she raises her arms to protect herself and a roar shakes the place.

After a few seconds, she opens her eyes. The armor is lying not far from her, some things around are destroyed, this is not what surprises her, but the thin orange layer that covers the perimeter, only a few centimeters outside her body. Her hands are still in the air, her chest rises and falls agitated.

Lily lowers her arms and the cloak that protected her disappears. She sees her hands.

“Cool."

She carefully stands up, looks at the droid, and kicks it lightly.

"Ha! See what I did to you?" She says she confidently and then laughs. "I did it!"

Everything’s interrupted when the arm of the armor falls, scaring the girl. She screams and then runs off to the first floor of the mansion.

***

While Lily stops one of the droids, Natasha is tasked with helping Tony regain control of Rhodes' armor. When she succeeds and warns him of the other attacks, Tony warns her that one of them went to the mansion. The redhead, after finishing her work as a hacker, returns with Happy to the Stark residence.

“Lily? Lily!"

"Here!" She can be heard from the kitchen.

Natasha runs up there and watches the little door under the sink. The girl looks out. The redhead frowns, but she can't help but smile.

"Nobody checks under the sink,” She walks out of there carefully. Happy also walks into the kitchen and breathes a sigh of relief when he sees her. He runs up to her and carries her into her arms with a big hug.

"I was very worried.”

"Imagine how I was,” She answers, moving away a bit still in Happy's arms.

"And the droid?" Nat asks.

"In the workshop, I uh- I took care of him," She’s proud of what she did, but she still feels her body tremble with fear. "But I'm not 100% sure if he's still the same.”

"I'll take care of it,” says Nata walking towards the stairs

"Wait," says Lily. “Be careful where you step. Someone may or may not have vomited in the entrance hall.”

"Got it,” says Nat laughing.

The redhead looks with shock at the whole droid disaster and informs her superior about what happened, then she tells Tony and Pepper that the little girl is fine.

"Nice work, kid,” She says smiling.

Lily stays in the living room along with Happy.

"Are you sure you don't want to sleep?

"I want to wait for Tony and Pepper," She says with a yawn. "Can we eat something?"

"Sure, what do you want?"

"A cheeseburger,” Happy laughs.

***

After all the disaster at Stark Expo, Tony is taken to a small makeshift S.H.I.E.L.D. barracks. He waits for Fury on the other side of a desk with multiple screens on the sides.

On the desk are two folders, obviously Tony couldn't resist taking one of them. Avengers Initiative: Preliminary Report. But before he can open it, Fury stops him.

“I don't think I want you looking at that. I'm not sure it pertains to you anymore,” says the director sitting down. "Now this, on the other hand, is Agent Romanoff's assessment for you," He adds, handing her the other folder.

Tony opens it.

"Uhhh. Personality overview. Mr. Stark displays compulsive behavior… In my own defense, that was last week,” Fury stares at him. “Prone to self-destructive tendencies. I was dying. I mean, please. And aren't we there? Textbook narcissism? ...Agreed. Recruitment assessment for Avenger Initiative. Iron Man? Yes. I gotta think about it.”

"Read on.”

“Tony Stark not… not recommended? That doesn’t make any sense. How can you approve me but not approve me? I got a new ticker. I'm trying to do right by Pepper. I’m in a stable-ish relationship — even the girl and I are on good terms, she’s already starting her training.”

“Which leads us to believe at this juncture we’d only like to use you as a consultant,” explains Fury. "And another thing,” He adds, handing him another folder.

Tony frowns.

"Why did Agent Romanoff evaluate my eight-year-old daughter?"

“Read."

Tony obeys and only reads important words out loud like ‘Fear', 'Potential' ‘Training', ‘High IQ’.

“Recruitment assessment for Avenger Initiative. Lily Stark. High potential?” He looks up. "You want to recruit her?"

“She has better results than you.”

“She's just a kid.”

"That at some point we will need. There’s the report of what she managed to do with the droid and you already have our instructions.”

Stark sighs and stands up. He shakes Fury's hand.

"You can't afford us," He says and then walks towards the exit, but in the end he turns around. “Then again, I will waive my customary retainer in Exchange for a small favor. Rhodey and I are being honored in Washington and we need a presenter.”

"I'll see what I can do,” answers Fury.

***

"It is my honor to be here today to present these distinguished awards to Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes and Mr. Tony Stark, who is, of course, a national treasure.”

"That's cheating,” Lily whispers to Pepper.

"It was a favor," She replies, shaking her head, seeing how both men are awarded.

"It's still cheating.”

At the end, everyone claps, takes photos, and celebrates. Pepper and Lily are escorted away to congratulate them.

"Everyone looks at me and takes pictures of me," She complains after hugging her father.

"It must be because of that dress," Tony points out. The girl looks at him annoyed. “I'm kidding. You'll get used to it.”

"Mr. Stark!" says a photographer approaching. "A photo with your daughter?"

Tony looks down, waiting for a response from the girl, who just shrugs.

“Sure," says the man.

Tony arranges Lily to be next to him.

“Smile," He tells her.

The first official photo confirming the existence of the only daughter of eccentric billionaire Tony Stark, is now on every cover of magazines, internet portal and television channel.

Lily Stark will return in The Avengers

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[tales-of-magic-and-chaos]

And there was only one bed

Based on the prompt "vacation home + there was only one bed" submitted by the adorable @lokistrk on Twitter! (yes vacation home somehow turned into hotel room kdkslxnlsjxs)

"YOU HAVE TO BE SHITTING ME."

Stephen sighed, watching Tony's dismayed face. Despite the situation, he had to admit his devastated look was quite comical.

Before he could answer, though, another voice made itself heard behind Tony.

"May I know why Anthony is screaming his head off and, more important, why are you two in MY room?"

Stephen scoffed.

"it's more like MY room. I was here first. I'm the one who should ask you this question." As if to prove his words, he showed with a gesture of his arm his belongings already magically tidied in the large wardrobe.

Tony seemed to wake up from his consternation.

"I already said to you, it's MY room. FRIDAY checked for me and everything, there's no mistake.", he said, shaking his head. "Besided, I don't know if you two managed to enter by magic or whatever but I'm the one with the pass for the room."

Loki raised a sceptical eyebrow.

"I'm curious to know how you obtained this", Loki waved his hand, making his pass appear. "Because I'm obviously the one with the true pass."

Stephen made a few steps in their direction, starting to get frankly annoyed. He showed them a third pass.

"I really don't know what game you two are playing but it's starting to get on my nerves." He pointed the door. "So you two douchebag better get the fuck out of here and find someone to help you find your room if you're not capable to do it by yourself!"

Loki raised his hands, ready to fight.

"I beg your pardon?! It's clearly you two who should get out of there, I'm not idiotic like you to confound my hotel room for someone else's!"

With a snap of his fingers he emptied the wardrobe and put Stephen's possessions back in the suitcase. Immediately, Stephen responded by putting back his belongings where they were.

"Don't touch my stuff, it's MY room, idiot!"

"What the hell, Harry Potter? It's mine!"

"No mine, nitwit!"

"No mine!"

"Mine!"

"Mine!"

"Mine!"

"Mine!"

"Mine!"

"Mine!"

"Asshole!"

"Douchebag!"

"You complete moron!"

"You dipstick!"

After a long moment, where they kept exchanging witty, clever and very relevant arguments, Tony finally stopped, raising his hand in sign of peace.

"Ok, ok. Calm down, Gandalf and Saruman. I'll definitely prove it's my room so we can settle this ridiculous argument.", he looked at the two sorcerers watching him suspiciously. "FRIDAY? Can you tell us whose room it is?"

"Yes, Boss." The voice made a short pause. "The room 107 is marked as Mr. Laufeyson," Loki grinned and was going to let out a victorious exclamation when the AI continued. "..., Mr. Stark and Mr. Strange's room on the hotel's registers."

"... What?"

"This hotel room is reserved for Mr. Strange, Mr. Laufeyson and you, Sir."

Stephen shook his head in disbelief.

"I can't believe it, how is this possible?! We were not even informed!"

Loki groaned, this situation was starting to be seriously irritating.

"Who was the stupid incompetent in charge of reserving for the stay?! I think I'll need to have a little discussion with this imbecile."

"For once I agree with you. I have a few things I would like to tell them as well.", approved Stephen.

Tony gulped.

"Guys… It's Natasha who was in charge of reserving the rooms."

"..."

"Oh."

And then there was silence.

A thick and awkward silence.

"You know what... After all, it's a large room."

"Yeah, a very large room. There's enough space for the three of us, no need to make a fuss about it."

"Agree, it's not that important, really, it's not necessary to bother the Agent Romanoff for such silly details."

"Yep. She definitely has other things more important to consider. And it's a nice room, great decoration..."

"Indeed."

After another uncomfortable silence, shorter this time though, Tony stretched his arms.

"Anyway! I'm warning you, I'm sleeping in the middle, I don't care if you fall from the bed!"

Loki frowned.

"No way. It's obviously me who should sleep in the middle"

"Oh, and why so, princess?", asked Tony with arms akimbo.

"Because, I'm obviously the one whose sleep is the most important and you two are too-"

Once again, Stephen sighed. He couldn't believe he had to put up with such morons. It was going to be a very long stay.

"Loki, get the fuck away from me, you're fucking COLD."

"You get away from me, second-class wizard! You're taking the whole space!"

"Nonsense! You're the one spreading yourself out as if you were alone."

Tony turned around, annoyed.

"Can't you two SHUT THE FUCK UP. There's people trying to sleep!"

"Don't stick your oar in, asshole. I remind you you're the one taking the whole fucking blanket!"

"So what?! I'm cold!"

"YOU HAVE THE SIZE OF A SMURF FOR GOD'S SAKE."

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"Pssst. Hey… are you sleeping?"

"Shut the fuck up, Stark."

"So that's a no."

"..."

"I'm going to fucking kill you two."

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"WHY THE FUCK IS THERE A SNAKE IN THE BED OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE."

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"Hey, who's sleeping on my left?"

"Tony… You're the one the most on the left…."

"We're both on your right."

"..."

"WHAT-"

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"..."

"..."

"Is he… Is he floating while sleeping?!"

"Honestly, don't ask me…"

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"I have no idea whose foot it is, but if the person could move it from my face, IT WOULD BE NICE."

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"Is this the good time to warn you I sometimes speak during my sleep?"

"So you REALLY NEVER SHUT UP?!"

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"HOLY FUCK YOU FUCKING SOMNAMBULIST ASSHOLE, I NEARLY DIED FROM SURPRISE."

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"Does the Cloak sleep too?"

"... I won't even bother answering this."

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"... Why is there someone on the ceiling?"

"Hm? Don't worry, it's only Peter."

"HOW-"

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"Why… Why is there a damn KNIFE under the pillow?!"

Clint couldn't stop laughing.

"I can't believe you actually put these three together in the same room! You're really devilish."

Natasha simply smirked, satisfied. She took another sip from his cup of tea, quietly listening and observing everyone's reaction.

"I must admit I'm surprised we didn't see them throw a tantrum… I was prepared for a scene, a true storm or at least something… But they didn't seem to react at all.", said Steve, shaking his head in disbelief.

Sam chuckled.

"If you want my opinion, they were too scared by Natasha to dare say anything."

"Maybe… Or perhaps, they were not that displeased with the situation..", suggested the Russian spy, hiding a knowing smile behind her cup.

"Still…" Bruce seemed worried. "It's past 11 am. They should already be out of bed now…"

Steve put his hand on the doctor's shoulder.

"Do you want us to go verify if they're alright?"

Bruce nodded.

"Yeah. Let's do this."

"So? You can see something?"

"How did you manage to enter without the pass…"

"Bold of you to assume I can't open any closed door."

"Shh! I'm trying to hear if they're here…"

Clint opened the door wider, discreetly entering, followed by the others.

"I don't see anything, maybe they're not-…"

"They're not what? Oh-"

The group of curious simply stared at them, dumbstruck, for a few minutes.

"Well… Seems like they got along well finally."

These certainly were the best holidays Loki, Tony and Stephen ever had.

Of course, it had no link with the fact they were sharing the same room and bed.

Of course, it had no link with the fact they woke up tenderly cuddled and snuggled to each other every morning.

Of course, it had no link with the fact they hadn't slept this well in a very, very, very long time.

Of course, it had no link with the fact they kept sleeping together even after these holidays.

And, of course, it was pure coincidence if Natasha later received a box of his favorite rare tea, several new suits perfect for fighting and a whole set of prized daggers. Pure coincidence.

As much of a coincidence as the rooms' repartition.

#frostironstrange #ironstrangefrost #loki x tony x stephen #strangeironfrost #frostiron #ironstrange #strangefrost #tony stark #loki #stephen strange #my writing

[filmbyjy]

🙃🙃🙃

With that, everyone uses both hands to point a finger each at both Desirée and Darling. "Still crazy to think, between myself and you, sis, you're the first one to have babies," Cai comments. "What did I tell ya? As soon as she found someone, she'll be the first," Anthony laughs beside her, "All that's left is buying a house and getting engaged!" Darling rolls her eyes with a fond smile before lightly tapping Heeseung. "You brought it upon yourself," she nods, pouring Heeseung his shot of soju, "Go on, drink!"

He chuckles alongside the group, as they point at Darling, and he can't help but smile at that- he's not going to let her live that down any time soon. That statement's certainly going in his arsenal, that's for sure. He nods, as they pour his shot, and he's already grinning, as he takes it gently, before looking at her- his smile is quite genuine. "Of course I did," He replies to her statement, before he drinks the soju all in one go, before he sets down the cup, before he chuckles.

She smiles at him, wiping her thumb along the corner of his mouth to collect the stray drop of soju. "You missed some," she points out, lightly pressing her thumb against his lips. Is it an excuse to get him to suck her thumb in front of everyone else? ...Just maybe.

He chuckles at her, as she does that, as he looks at her thumb against his mouth- with a smirk, he takes her thumb into his mouth, making them watch as he sucks on it, as he smiles back at her, before he releases it. "Better?" He asks, with a small laugh in his voice, but a smirk on his lips- he's quite happy to have that, that was fun. It's all in good fun, of course, but it made their evening- it was certainly worth it, for him.

How can the AI still grasp that Heeseung fathered our twins, yet, still makes him take the shot for me?

~🧛🏻‍♂️🐕

GODDAMN🤭🤭

#markxdino: asks #anon: 🧛🏻‍♂️🐕

[thearvariblues]

The Real Loki Always Chokes Me

Sooo... I might have actually written a fic for @zombieporno​‘s prompt from... last week, I guess. Except that my brain only managed the first part, since I don't have the patience for the asshole avoiding Tony. Bear with me, writing this took me a week. :D I might write an alternate version of this when he does avoid him, though - when I find my patience again, and maybe stop spending my evenings playing Witcher 3 instead of writing. :D

But until then... enjoy this, I guess?

*

Contrary to popular belief, Tony Stark didn’t really enjoy being a superhero. Well, yes, he enjoyed some parts of it, but others he kind of hated.

Like being dragged out of his workshop (when he was getting so fucking close to finding the solution for the problem that had been on his mind for two weeks now) by yet another attempt at world domination.

Though, to be fair, their current opponent wasn’t really trying to sit on the ruler-of-the-whole-world’s throne anymore. He was more or less just being an annoying piece of shit, probably just wanting to have some fun while he was stuck here in ‘Midgard’ as he insisted on calling it.

It was Loki, of course.

For the past five months, it had always been Loki. Almost as if he had bribed all the other villains not to attack.

Since his ‘having fun’ mostly consisted of robbing quite a few banks by teleporting in and out of them, he very well might have had. The guy would soon get richer than Tony himself.

“So what’s our drama queen done this time?” Tony asked as they took off in the quinjet. “Please don’t tell me it’s a dildo rain again.”

“I’ve told you a million times, we don’t call it a dildo rain,” Steve growled.

“It was literally raining dildos, Cap, what do you want to call it?” Clint smirked.

“I… I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter. It’s not dildo rain today, so could we just stop talking about it?”

“Sounds like someone should have stolen one of those dildos and taken it home,” Natasha chuckled. “Like Tony did.”

“Like Tony what?!” Bruce blinked.

“What?” Tony shrugged. “Purely technically, Loki stole my credit card and used it to pay for all those… toys.”

“It’s worse somehow when you call them toys instead of dildos,” Steve sighed.

“Yeah, well. They were paid for with my money. So they were mine, weren’t they? I could have taken all of them instead of like… five most interesting.”

“My brother would be delighted to hear someone takes pleasure in his mischief,” Thor commented.

“Oh, yes. Lots and lots of pleasure.”

“Guys. Stop,” Bruce said, clearly fighting a chuckle. “I think Cap’s about to start crying…”

*

It really wasn’t a dildo rain this time. It was more of a… Loki rain. Or a Loki avalanche.

It was a few hundreds of perfect clones of Loki annoying the living daylights out of everyone they could find. They disappeared upon being touched, yes, but they were also extremely good at avoiding being touched in the first place.

As the team found out when Hulk ran straight through three of the clones and into the building behind them. This incident made Tony stop trying to assess the damage and give JARVIS an instruction to just pay for everything the idiots manage to destroy while ‘saving the world’.

Then he proceeded to turn off his comm, fly up to the roof of the nearest high building and just watch the spectacle underneath. Cap would give him hell for that, he was sure, but he kind of didn’t care.

“And what in Hel’s name are you doing here?” asked a growling voice just a few seconds after he had landed.

Tony turned around, let his helmet fold down and cocked an eyebrow.

“Oh, look, a clone Loki. Hey. How you doing?”

The Loki in front of him frowned, tilting his head.

“You’re supposed to be fighting the clones.”

“Nah. Too boring,” Tony shrugged. “You make Loki disappear. Turn around, another Loki. And look, another. Loki, Loki, Loki.”

“That’s the point,” the clone hissed.

“Yeah, I got that much. But hey, look, even though you’re all hot as fuck, the battle isn’t particularly amusing, you know?”

Loki blinked, so puzzled that Tony almost felt sorry for the clone.

“Hot as…” the clone whispered under his breath.

“Yeah, I mean… God, I hope you’re not connected to the real Reindeer Games. Fuck. If you are, can we pretend I never said what I said? I tend to let my mouth talk without my brain controlling it.”

“Connected to the real…” the clone gave an ugly chuckle. “I am the real Loki!”

Now it was Tony’s turn to frown and tilt his head.

“Nah,” he said after a long inspection. “You’re not. Haven’t tried to kill me yet. Not even to choke me. The real Loki always chokes me.”

The clone’s face went completely blank at that.

“Uhm… Hey?” Tony said after a few seconds of silence. “Did I actually manage to break a clone? Error 503: Brain Unavailable?”

The clone shook his head, probably to clear it, and took a step towards Tony.

“You idiot,” he growled. “You impossible mortal. I will crush you underneath my heel, you–”

“See? Now you sound like the real stuff!” Tony grinned. “Just a little angrier… That’s it! Perfect. Now to the crushing, while I’m not exactly into hard BDSM, I do like to get a liiittle kinky… Uhm, back to the question, you really aren’t connected to Loki himself, are you?”

“I am Loki!” the clone snarled.

“Yeah, we’ve been through this. The choking, baby. Except you can’t. Because you can’t touch me. Because if you touch me, poof, you’re gone.”

“Are you asking me to prove to you that I am real?”

“Yup. Indulge me.”

“As you wish.”

A split second later, Tony felt a very real and totally non-disappearing hand close around his throat and he came to a realization that he had made a terrible, terrible mistake.

But before he could utter the words ‘Don’t kill me, it was just a joke’, or even a mere ‘Oh, fuck’, Loki’s lips crashed against his in a wild and passionate and hungry kiss.

Tony’s brain stopped working for a second. Or two. Maybe even ten. Because when he came back to his senses, Loki was just pulling away, breathing heavily, his face a perfect mask of horror.

“Wow,” Tony gasped, licking his lips. “I know I said indulge me, but I haven’t expected that. If I say I’m not entirely convinced yet, can I have more?”

Loki’s eyes went even wider at that, and then he disappeared in a flash of green light.

“Okay,” Tony nodded. “I take that as a no. Shame, really.”

A look down to the street revealed that all the clones were gone, too.

Right. Time to go home.

*

It had been four days since the whole clones-and-kissing incident and if Tony was to be honest, he kind of couldn’t stop thinking about it. Well, he could – but the thought was always somewhere at the back of his mind, always ready to show up and remind him that hey, Loki, as in Thor’s brother Loki, as in the wannabe-world conqueror, kissed you and you liked it.

And he did. Very much.

That was why he didn’t mind when he walked into his penthouse only to find said god sitting on his couch and reading a book.

A fucking book.

“Uhm,” Tony commented. “JARVIS?”

“I tried to alert you, sir,” the AI said. “Two hours ago. But you told me to, I quote, shut the fuck up, J, or you’re gonna spend the rest of your days in a fucking elevator, calling out the number of the floor. End quote.”

“You might have said it was… urgent,” Tony muttered as Loki looked up from his book and smirked.

“I really don’t wish to spend the rest of my days in an elevator, sir.”

“Right,” Tony nodded. “Hey, Lokitty. How you doing? J, I’m gonna need an armor at the ready.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Loki said and the book he was holding promptly disappeared. “I came to apologize, Stark.”

“Uhm… For what? I mean, there’s a long list of things you should be apologizing for, so let’s be specific there. Drink?” he asked, already heading for the kitchen.

“The kiss.”

That actually made Tony stop dead in his tracks. He frowned, turned around and stared at Loki.

“As in I’m sorry I ever kissed you, or…”

Loki sighed, avoiding his gaze. Tony realized the god wasn’t wearing his usual armor – only a pair of simple black jeans and a loose, long-sleeved green T-shirt. He looked… weirdly normal. Almost like a human.

“Oh, dear. No. Never,” Loki said, a corner of his lip twitching. “But I shouldn’t have done it without your permission.”

“Seriously?” Tony laughed, taking a step towards the couch. “You’re apologizing because you didn’t ask for consent first?”

“Well… Yes. It was inappropriate. Improper. Brutish.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” Tony said, sitting next to Loki without really thinking about it. “I mean… It’s not perfect, I’ll give you that, but do you see me complaining?”

Loki kept staring anywhere but at Tony.

“I’m not some kind of an animal, unable to control my impulses…”

Tony’s brain kept trying to alert him that this was Loki, who was very much wild and unpredictable and, yeah, sometimes even unable to control his impulses. But Tony didn’t listen. Because this wild and unpredictable deity was just sitting there, biting his lower lip and apologizing for something as simple as a kiss.

“Impulses?” Tony repeated after him. “Sorry, just to be perfectly clear, was the impulse a one-off thing, or something you’d like to, perhaps… happen again?”

Loki’s eyes flicked to Tony’s, then to his lips, then up again, and away.

“I should go,” the god said. “I shouldn’t have come. It was stupid of me–”

“Or…” Tony murmured, his own eyes straying to Loki’s lips. His brain was screaming at him to stop, but Tony wouldn’t listen. He’d always been bad at controlling his impulses. “Or you could try again.”

“Anthony, are you seriously suggesting…”

“Fuck,” Tony whispered, a shiver running down his spine. He could have sworn that he hated his full name, but when he heard it from Loki’s lips like this… “Say that again.”

The god’s green eyes were so close and so full of longing that it took all of Tony’s willpower not to simply crash their lips together.

“May I… May I kiss you, Anthony?” Loki smiled.

“Yes,” Tony hissed. “Please. Yes.”

This kiss wasn’t wild and passionate and hungry. It was calm. Sweet. Loving.

And long.

Very… very long.

*

“Six months!” Steve growled. “Loki hasn’t been seen for six months. No attacks, no robberies, no showing-off, nothing. Thor isn’t even sure his brother is still on Earth!”

“I said I think he is,” Thor specified. “But it’s possible that he isn’t.”

Except that Tony knew perfectly well that Thor knew too damn well where Loki was at the moment, having visited the god only a few hours ago.

“Come on, don’t make a big deal out of it,” Clint sighed. “Maybe he’s just grown bored of us.”

“You? Maybe. Me? Never,” Tony smirked. “Everybody knows I’m amusing as hell and completely irresistible even to Norse gods!”

“And so very modest, too,” Natasha added. “But I’m with Clint – I think Loki’s just had enough. He might be back in the future, but for now, we should enjoy not having to see his fucking magic tricks every other day.”

“Agreed,” Bruce nodded. “I don’t think there’s a bigger plan. Just Loki being Loki.”

“I’d like to point out that even before his disappearance, Loki was mainly just causing mischief. I mean, we were the ones who did the most damage during his last, uhm… attack?” Tony shrugged.

“What if he just wanted to lull us into a false sense of security?” Steve asked. “While he prepares for something big?”

Tony sighed and shot a quick look at Thor.

“What do you think, Point Break? Does your baby bro have a great sinister plan to murder us all, or does he just have better things to do than being an annoying little shit?”

“The latter, I’d say,” Thor smiled, because he knew he was right. Loki did have better things to do. Tony, for a start.

And reading.

And watching sci-fi movies and TV shows.

And yelling “That’s not how space works!” at the TV.

Also cooking. Which was something he was surprisingly good at.

And studying all the ancient tomes and spellbooks Thor managed to sneak out of Asgard. There were a lot of those. So many that Tony had to transform a spare room into a study.

And if he was bored, he could always do Tony again. Of course.

Or, well, cause some minor mischief all around the Tower – like hiding Clint’s arrows in weird and random places, replacing Bruce’s herbal tea with mate (and then sulking when Tony spend the whole night in the lab with hyperactive Bruce, working on a project), making the elevator stop working so everyone had to take the stairs…

Or the thing he was doing just now, which was kneeling right in front of Tony, naked from waist up and undoubtedly invisible to everyone but him, stroking the inventor’s thighs not with his hands, but with his magic, slowly getting closer and closer to his crotch...

Tony drummed his fingers on the table and got to his feet.

“Alright, so are we agreed that Loki isn’t dangerous at the moment and his sudden disappearance doesn’t mean he’s got some nefarious secret plan?”

“Agreed,” Natasha said before Cap could even open his mouth.

“Good. If you’ll excuse me now, I gotta go. I also have better things to do.”

Loki, for a start.

The second the elevator door slid closed behind them, Tony felt a pair of hot lips on his neck.

“Let me guess. You got bored?” he chuckled before sighing softly.

“Very much so,” Loki purred. “And don’t even try to pretend that you were having fun, my love.”

“It wasn’t about having fun, sweetie. It was about you being… Oh, god, right there, Loki… It was about you being a threat to all of humanity and…”

“Oh, please. I’ve only been a threat to your fridge and alcohol stash lately.”

“And my poor T-shirts. I’m still waiting for you to find the pocket dimension where you hid the Black Sabbath one, you know.”

“That was one accident, Anthony! And it wasn’t exactly my fault. To think that they call me Silvertongue…”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” Tony murmured, burying his fingers in Loki’s soft, curly hair. “I still want it back.”

“I’ll look for it, I promise.” Loki’s long fingers found their way underneath Tony’s T-shirt. “When I’m done with you. But I promise to deal with all your clothes the non-magical, old-fashioned way in the meantime.”

“You’d better,” Tony said.

The elevator stopped in the penthouse. Loki took Tony’s hand and dragged him out, grinning.

“You know what, Anthony? I’m really glad I kissed you on that roof.”

Tony smiled back, his heart suddenly so full of affection that it was almost hard to breathe.

“Yeah, Lokes. So am I.”

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[marvelship-oneshots]

I WISH (STUCKONY)

AU where Steve's on a mission but something's wrong with his boyfriend, Bucky, and asks his best friend Tony to help. [2.5k words]

Steve woke up to a weirdly strange sensation. Something was wrong with Bucky. Steve was on the other side of the world from Bucky but nevertheless he could sense that something was not ok. In all of his hundred years of age, he was always able to tell whether Bucky was ok or not. Hell, he had known that guy for all his life, they had always been more than friends and closer than brothers. There was a special connection between the two of them and it was thanks to that connection if they were able to tell if the other was ok. And Bucky wasn't. Steve loved Bucky, like loved loved Bucky. Since he woke up from the ice he had hoped he could have his boyfriend back, and well, the way he got Bucky back was not how he expected it to be. Steve was on a mission in Antarctica with Nat. He didn't really know what to expect there but apparently it was important and maybe -most likely- dangerous. Bucky was still recovering at Stark Tower and they had to leave him back. Steve didn't like staying away from Bucky for too long but he knew it was the best for the two of them. Plus Bucky was in good hands. But that feeling was not going away no matter how much he told himself that everything was fine. There was one person back in New York he trusted more than everybody: Tony. Steve couldn't count on the fingers of his hands how many time the disagreements between him and the genius became heated arguments and eventually physical fights. No one could stop them, they tried, but eventually ended up understanding that the two of them had to sort it out by themselves. The fights usually ended with them lying on the floor, with their heads way too close and with Tony offering him a glass of his best scotch. Deep down Steve liked fighting with Tony. Don't get him wrong, Steve never liked fighting with his friends, he just liked getting physical with Tony, that was all.

It was late at night in New York when FRIDAY allerted Tony of an incoming call from Captain Rogers. But it wasn't a problem for the billionaire who was working in his lab without even realizing that three days had passed since the last time he stepped in the real world. "Capsicle! To what i owe the pleasure?"asked with an unusual energy for someone who hadn't slept in three days. "Tony I need your-wait you haven't left the lab and got some sleep in forever, have you?" Steve knew Tony way too well. "Daddy's not here to put me to bed" pouted Tony and Steve smiled. Despite their differences, Steve was the only one, after Pepper left, who could put Tony to sleep, many had tried and all had failed, all except Steve. It was indeed the "putting Tony to sleep" topic the reason to most of their arguments and both of them couldn't say they didn't enjoy it. "Well for once your messed up sleeping schedule may come in handy." Tony stopped doing whatever he was doing. "Go on" "I have this strange feeling about Bucky, can you please check up on him?" Tony nodded and left the lab for the first time in forever, walking to Steve and Bucky's room. The room was big and full of pictures of the couple together. It was kinda painful to look at all of that for Tony. He desperately wanted to be in those pictures in the place of Bucky, but he knew he could never. Tony's jaw dropped when he entered the room. "Fuck" "Language" answered Steve over the comms before seeing what Tony was seeing and dropping his own jaw. Bucky escaped. Well, not really, he was free to go every time he liked, so escape is not the right verb. It was better to say, Bucky had left. Tony promised Steve not to worry about it, he would have done everything he could to find Bucky and bring him back safe and sound. Hell, Tony would give the best of him even in making pancakes if Steve asked him to.

Steve liked Tony but he would not admit it to himself or to anyone because of Bucky. He had lost him and found him again, he could not lose him again. Plus he loved him, he loved both of them. On the other hand, Tony liked Steve too, but the reason he could do nothing about it it was once again Bucky. Tony liked Bucky, he really did, he forgave him everything and he could see that the two super soldiers were happy together and who was he to step between them?

Tony walked back to the lab, determined to keep his promise to Steve. But how would he find someone who didn't want to be found? Or at least, Tony assumed that Bucky didn't want to be found, as well as he assumed that he left without his Stark phone or at least he had deactivated the geo localization. Bucky might be a one-hundred-years-old-super soldier but he was trained by Hydra and Hydra's technology was quite developed, for the time, even though it was not even close to Stark's. Bucky definitely knew how to turn off the GPS. And indeed Tony couldn't capture his position, but still asked his AI to alert him if something popped up. And something did pop up after a few hours.

"Sir, I believe Sergeant Barnes turned on his location" alerted FRIDAY while showing the GPS map with one red dot flashing on he hologram. "Let's see where'd you go Manchurian Candidate" said Tony . The red dot was placed on Bucharest and Tony knew well enough what there was in Romania. Steve had told him about the new life Bucky tried to create for himself there after escaping Hydra. Steve was right, something had happened to Bucky and that was the reason he flew to Romania. And whatever was this reason, Tony needed to be the one going. It was an extremely delicate mission and Steve trusted him and him only with this, and in all honesty, Tony was flattered. Tony jumped in the helicopter as soon as the pilot arrived at the tower and flew to Europe.

Tony followed the GPS signal until he arrived right at the flashing red dot. He entered the building, surprised by the absence of a guard at the entrance. 'Stupid Tony, stupid. It's not Manhattan' He ran up the stairs and arrived at the designated door. He knocked but didn't get any answer. Tony tried again a few moments later but again nothing. Now he was seriously worried. Bucky was in a very delicate place of mind and Steve made sure he was never alone for more than half an hour, and well, he had been alone for way longer than that. Tony knocked again, but this time it was just a warning because he decided he was getting in, in a way or the other. Tony kicked the door, revealing the dump apartment Bucky had lived in after Hydra. It was small, way too small for someone to live in it. There was a small kitchen- a stove and the smallest table Tony had ever seen- and a dirty mattress. Steve ha mentioned something like that, but Tony would never imagined that it was that bad. Bucky was not there, no one was there. How was it even possible for the signal to come from the apartment without Bucky being there. And in that moment Tony noticed Bucky's phone in one corner. Tony sighed in relief: if Bucky had left his phone there, he was likely to come back. And so Tony waited.

Bucky came back several hours later with a little plastic bag that dropped as soon as he saw Tony sitting on his "bed" playing words with friends with FRIDAY. "Where have you been Jack Frost?" asked Tony looking for one more world. The billionaire grabbed one of Bucky's plums that had rolled from the door to the mattress. "Plums uh? They should help with memory" Bucky closed the door and kneeled to put his plums back in the packet. "What are you doing here Anthony?" Tony closed the match and looked over to Bucky. "I'm here to bring you home" Bucky sat next to him. "No, I can't come back" "What do you mean you can't come back? The Tower is your house as well..." Bucky stopped Tony. "I-I'm dangerous" said looking at his feet. Tony didn't know what to say, he had never been good with words nor people for that matter. "Is it-is it because of this?" asked pointing at the metal arm. It was shiny and silvery, with the Hydra red star still on the shoulder. No surprise Bucky felt like a monster with it. That arm and that arm only was a weapon of mass destruction. Bucky nodded and Tony smiled at him. "Do you mind if I take it off?" asked the mechanic examining the joint between the flesh and the metal. Bucky didn't really understand what all of that was about, but still nodded. "Her-woah that thing's heavy" said Tony putting it on the floor. Bucky smiled at him. It was a real smile, the kind he hadn't done in forever. "See? It's gone. If you come back with me, we can build another one. You're in?" Bucky murmured a soft 'yes', in the edge of crying. Tony put his arm on Bucky's shoulders, keeping it close to him even though Bucky was much higher than him. Together they walked out of the apartment, leaving the Hydra arm behind.

Bucky and Tony had been back at the Avengers Tower for a week and Bucky still didn't have his new arm. Life without an arm was horrible, but nothing comparing to the awareness that that arm had been the death of many. It was not that Tony didn't want to make the arm or didn't have any ideas, of that he had plenty, but he was waiting for Bucky to join him. For one whole week Bucky avoided the lab, until one day he decided that it was worth a shot, walked to the lab and knocked on the glass door. "Snowflake, I've been waiting for you. Come and tell me what you had in mind" Bucky walked over to him, reluctantly, and sat next to Tony.

The two brunettes started spending more and more time together. For Bucky it was a relief. Steve had been away for a long time now, and without his boyfriend, Bucky always had an hard time adjusting and, most of all, sleeping. But with Tony it was different, it was like Steve was there. As time passed, Bucky started wondering what life with Tony looked like. He wanted to be more and more with him. He wanted to be something with him, as well as he wanted to be something with Steve. And if Bucky started liking Tony, Tony started liking Bucky. And he knew it was not fair, for none of them as well as for Steve. He loved Steve and knew that Steve and Bucky loved each other, there was no space for him. But after all, he didn't like Bucky, did he? No way he liked both of them.

But then one day the reality hit him. Bucky was not feeling good and stayed in bed instead of reaching Tony in the lab. And Tony felt slightly offended as well as wanting to assist Bucky. And he did go to Bucky, but as soon as he entered the room he saw all the pictures of the two men he loved being happy together. It was a painful reminder that Bucky and Steve had each other and didn't really need him. As soon as Bucky fell asleep, Tony left, with a single tear running down his cheek. He closed himself in the lab, pushing everybody out, Bucky included. He spent days alone down there and Bucky didn't understand what he did wrong. The soldier tried to reach out for him, more times a day even, but every time FRIDAY would push him out, quite literally, until he got tired and came to the realization that even Tony grew tired of him. And he isolated himself again in his room, wandering whether Steve too could get tired of him.

Tony was drunk, like every other night since he decided to lock Bucky -and everybody else too -out. Every single thing in his house and lab reminded him of Bucky and Steve and he thought about buying a new house just to move away from those painful memories. But it was totally irrational and crazy, even for Tony. He didn't know how painful it was for Bucky too. Bucky had no one: Steve was on a mission, as well as Nat and Sam, and Tony wouldn't talk to him. In that moment even the presence of the spider guy could make him feel better. But he was not there, no one was there for him. Tony knew he had drank, but he didn't know what and how much. He was walking up and down the lab with a half-empty bottle in his hand, stumbling on other empty bottles on the floor. He thought that scotch could help him forget, or at least reduce the pain, but the more he drank, the more he needed Steve and Bucky to be there. "Screw it" said walking out. He walked up the stairs, leaning against the wall trying not to fall, and reached Bucky's door. He knocked and shortly after Bucky opened the door. His hair were up in a bun and had a book in his hand. Tony threw himself at Bucky, who let the book fall, catching the drunken mess before he reached the floor. They walked to the bed and sat there one next to the other. "Tony what's wrong?" Asked worried Bucky. "I can't..." Tony started sobbing. "Do what?" "I can't do this" Bucky looked at him with a questioning look. "Staying away from you. I tried but I can't. I need you Bucky, I need you and Steve" Those were the words Bucky had been waiting for. He took Tony's face in his hands, kissing his forehead. They leaned on the bed. Bucky was holding Tony in his arms. And just like that they fell asleep.

It was late when Tony woke up. The sun was lighting the whole room. He had an incredible headache, it was like someone was hammering inside his head. But the strange feeling he had was not that. Tony opened his eyes to a muscular chest, while a metal arm was resting on his waist. He looked up and saw Steve. It was Steve's chest he was sleeping on. And of course it was Bucky who was spooning him from behind. "Cap, I-I.." Tony tried to talk, but there were no excuses for sleeping with his best friend's boyfriend, even though it was only sleeping. Steve put a finger on his mouth caressing his head. "We need you too, Tony" whispered Bucky in his ear.

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[honestmischief]

Another prompt: Frostiron being set up by their friends because they’re sick of their pining.

Natasha was sick of it. All she did every day was either listen to Tony try not to talk about how much he liked Loki, or she watched Loki mope around all day, trying to refrain from seeking out Tony. They were obsessed with each other, and everyone knew it.

Well, everyone expect the two dumbasses.

“Do you think Loki would want Italian tonight?” Tony asked while seated on the couch across from Natasha, not bothering to look up from his tablet. 

“How would I know?” Natasha asked. Tony never asked what she wanted for dinner, or what Clint wanted for dinner, or what anyone else wanted. It was only Loki.

“You’re good at reading people,” he said.

“I’m not sure if people’s current food cravings count.”

Tony only hummed to himself before returning his attention back to his tablet. Natasha was sure that he was still thinking about Loki.

A couple of hours later, Natasha was making herself a hot chocolate when Loki walked in and let out a subtle sigh that she wasn’t sure if she was meant to hear. 

“Something wrong?” she asked the god.

“Not at all,” Loki, the god of lies, replied. 

“Okay,” she said with a shrug as she started the keurig. 

“Do you know where Anthony is?” Loki asked. 

So that was why he was sad. He only came to the common floor to see Tony. It was cute, but also slightly pathetic. 

“Workshop,” she told him. 

“Alright,” he said, and then literally slumped on a chair.

“You can go find him. I’m sure he’d let you in,” she told him. 

Tony only let people he really liked into his workshop, and Natasha knew that Loki was at the top of his list at the moment.

“I do not wish to bother him.”

“Suit yourself,” she replied simply before returning to the living room. 

She had to do something. Watching the two grown men pine over each other like 16 year olds was making her angry. Peter would even act more mature than this. She had to come up with a plan to bring them together, and there was nothing that could do that better than food. When the kitchen was clear, she baked cookies, knowing that the god of mischief had a ridiculous sweet tooth, and Tony would do anything to eat something that wasn’t a fruit or vegetable. The plan was perfect. 

“JARVIS, tell Tony and Loki that there are cookies in the kitchen,” she said. 

“They are on their way, Agent Romanoff,” the AI replied. 

Loki was the first to arrive. He used his magic to teleport to the kitchen so he could have first pick.

“What is the occasion, Ms. Romanoff?” Loki asked. 

“Wanted chocolate,” she told him. It was partly true. She had three cookies before telling JARVIS to retrieve the two men.

Tony arrived next. Natasha could have sworn that she saw him stumble when he noticed Loki was there. 

“Alright, I’m going to leave you two to talk about your feelings over these cookies, because I know I’m sick of watching you two dance around each other,” she said. 

“My god, Natasha, is this an intervention?” Tony asked with a dramatic tone. 

“Yes?” It was a good plan. It got them both in the same room without any questions. 

“You fooled me, Ms. Romanoff. It is not easy to do that,” Loki said. 

“It is amazing how powerful of a weapon cookies are,” she responded. 

“But these are feelings cookies. That’s like thinking you’re going to get a chocolate chip cookie but when you pick it up you see the chocolate chips are actually raisins,” Tony rambled. 

“Oh come on, stop being such a drama queen. You two like each other. Talk about it. I’ll leave you to it,” she said before walking out of the kitchen, leaving the two imbeciles alone. 

Natasha made sure to tell JARVIS to prevent them from leaving before they sort themselves out.

She found out that night that it only took five minutes for them to start kissing.

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