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imagine-loki · 3 years

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The Slutty Webs One Weaves

Title : The Slutty Webs one Weaves

Chapter NO. 8

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki’s Asgardian wife learns women write fanfiction about him on a trip to Midgard. She’s edgy for the duration and lets him have it when they get back.

Author: lokilover9

Rating: M

Pepper returned from the lobby to an edgy Tony. "Was Hannah down there? What took you so long to answer your phone?"

"No and I was talking to someone."

"You stalled to make new friends? I worried you were dragging said witch up here in a headlock."

"Wrong. Is Loki still consoling Brianna?"

"Yes."

Pepper dropped a mini bomb and Tony disconcertedly sighed. "He isn't going to like this." The couple appeared at the guest room door. "Hey, Little Warrior. Feeling any better?"

She nodded.

"Badass and I wondered if you'd stick around. Maybe Daddikins can conjure Mario Kart? I miss you kicking my tushy."

Virginia's nervous smile had Loki encouraging it and once Tony had Brianna distracted, they slipped out of sight. She conveyed returning to the Tea shop, claimed Hannah resembled an old friend and asked which direction she'd gone in. The cashier said she did a double take at something in the lobby, appeared as though seeing a ghost and dashed towards the hotel exit without her purchases.

Loki's face became a storm of tumultuous emotions and she startled when a snap of his fingers conjured a book.

"Should I have said nothing?"

He cynically chuckled, scanning the title pages. "Ever thought your God in heaven found amusement in bombarding your life with fuckery, like the Norn's do mine? The arm of his celestial robe hanging high while he mockingly inspires you with a goblet of mead? 'Rise up, Homes. I'm off for a shag with Mary.'"

"All Midgardians have."

"Have all dragged their only friends into Alice's fucking wonderland where the big bad wolf keeps hounding at the door? Excuse me, I'm intertwining fairy tales."

"Probably half. Are you okay?"

"Right as rain, girlfriend. Right, found it. I haven't used this spell on a child and need the right measurement of ingredients."

She nervously stumbled over a pair of small shoes. "A 'spell???'"

"To make Brianna sleep. Shhh. I must concentrate."

She watched, dazzled, as tiny bottles appeared mid air and part of their contents emptied into his cupped palm. Moving it in a circular motion, they combined like fluid sand, glowed a soft white, then faded into transparent flakes as the book and bottles vanished.

"Calmly return to the main room with me?"

They did just as Tony blundered a turn at Mario. "I'ma gonna givva you such a smacka, you cartoon pisano."

When Brianna laughed, Loki waved his hand before her face from behind. "Forgive me, Min Lille."

"D..dad…"

Tony caught her. "What's up with the magically induced coma?"

"She's better off." Said Loki, sharper than intended.

Stark situated Little Warrior while he paced, grinding a fist into his palm. There hadn't been time to process any definitive plans to apprehend Brianna's captors and discovering the fourth incited a rage only her reciprocated love had contained. Now, his nerves were stretched to their limits, forcing him to convey more than he wanted, risk finally reaching out for help and configure one. Fast.

"Scotch, Snowflake?"

He sighed heavily and stopped. "I must keep a clear head and so should you. The secrecy and lies, the hiding, everything I've done has been to protect Brianna and yourselves since the instant she graced my life. If I'm to continue, we need to trust each other completely. No matter how disturbing my information, you will make no inquiries, tell no one and from here forth, do 'exactly' as I say. Should you veer off course, we leave for real and you'll be fighting a dangerous battle alone. You may regardless if I can't contain Thor's rage over this."

"A battle with who?"

"This will hit home, Tony. Give me your word."

"It's yours, Pepper's too, right?" She nodded. "For insurance, she can text you a pic of me in a chastity belt. Hell, send it to Jimmy Kimmel. Are we good?"

"I'd rather you signed a wager to become a goat. How much longer is your suite booked for?"

"Another ten days."

"Virginia, pack for a week please? I need your help with Brianna at a safe house. Tony, contact your pilot. You're going home."

"Alex is in Aruba celebrating his girlfriend's breast implants. 'Why' Loki?"

"Fuck." He muttered. "Because I'm certain Fury's involved in Brianna's existence and you 'don't' want him up your shit when you aren't there. He was fucking Hannah and six and half years ago, introduced her and Jillian to Viriginia at his fiftieth birthday bash."

Tony slid both hands down his face. "I..shit..whoa. How do you know that and who's Jillian?"

Pepper frantically retraced her memory. "Jillian...was she the petite brunette with doe like eyes?"

"Congratulations." Loki replied. "You've also met Brianna's Mother. It's all in her diary."

"WHAT?!?" Said the couple, shocked.

"Save your questions! If Brianna's the reason Hannah bailed, by now the evil foursome knows she's escaped and you're aware she exists. Were I Fury, I'd be gathering my accomplices for interrogation, initiating a low key search for the four of us and putting eyes on the Tower 'and' Thor, where he'll find Astrid. Please, 'help me.'"

"Okay, okay. Can you teleport me back?" Asked Stark.

"No. Fury knows I have that ability. If S.H.I.E.L.D's watching and never see you enter…"

"What the fuck? You think they're involved too?"

"Oh my god." Said Pepper.

Loki tuned them out and conjured a bag of burner phones. "Book a seat on the next flight out in any class. Delete our past conversations and cease using your phones to contact me. If Brianna awakens, have her call me on one of these. I'll be back before dawn."

"You're leaving???"

"Yes. To relocate Astrid and warn Thor. Wish me luck he doesn't break New Mexico."

Loki vanished into a portal leaving the couple aghast.

"Well Butch, we're up to our eyeballs in another shit storm. I should've ignored the flu and gone with you that night."

She cracked a tiny smile. "Before or after you fell asleep next to the toilet?"

Tony nodded, observing Brianna in her slumber. "And dreamt Buzz Lightyear brought me our duvet."

"High fevers induce hallucinations. That was me in a white pants suit."

"You sure sounded like 'Tim The Toolman Taylor.'

He was doing it again. Comedically rambling off topic to cushion the blow of a truth that rubbed him wrong from every angle.

"Tony?" Said Pepper.

"Hm?"

"Promise no veering? I haven't trusted Nick since Steve found those weapons on the Helicarrier."

"None of us Avengers do either. I won't, he's too dangerous. With the ability to fuck us over worse than any accusations of harboring a missing child could. Virginia..this is bad. What more was in that diary?"

"It is, but we have to stay focused. A sleep deprived, frazzled Loki discovering we aren't ready, won't want to talk. I'll get our suitcases."

Tony followed. "Did you bring a warm coat? I'll bet he conjured that safehouse in the Siberian Tundra." ***** Loki first returned to their room to collect his and Brianna's things. Time was crucial, but before seeking Astrid, he needed to tune into her ring. Left on, it steadily recorded her and using a hologram, he rewound to the day he departed Asgard and quickly scanned through the mundane.

He watched her pained reaction to his note, heard hers and Frigga's spiteful words, witnessed their treatment of Thor, heard himself being defended, their following remorse and the lies conjured betwixt Mother and son. Although impressed by Frigga duplicating Astrid's ring, he wasn't in the mood for another presumed 'lecture on morality' and fast forwarded to them parting ways in Asgard.

Night after night, he saw Astrid entering Ingrid's bed chamber and once heard his Mother in law scolding a hidden Roddy from her doorway. "Doth's thou newest mistress prefer perfuming as well? Your stench giveth you away."

He'd have laughed if not for Astrid's tears, but when forwarding to the present, she wasn't sleeping at Thor's. His means of travel would remain portals and high on adrenaline, he arrived to gather her belongings and cringed at the sounds of lovemaking.

"That's it princess. Take your Kings tallywacker like a good girl."

'Norns.' Loki conjured more burner phones, blared the living room's television and Thor came running, cock at full mast. "Brilliant way to greet an intruder, dingus."

"Brother!" Thor exuberantly bellowed on approach.

Loki conjured a dagger. "Hug me naked and tallywacker gets beheaded. Where's Astrid?"

"At the Rosewood."

Loki frowned. "You let my wife, who hops realms on a fucking whim, stay at a hotel???"

Jane came rushing down the stairs in a Betty Boop robe and he arched a brow. "Hi, Loki. It's only for two nights and she offered to give us time alone."

Thor's smile faded. "I didn't hear anything in the guest bedroom. Did you bug our house?"

"Yes, brother. 'I', snagged a side job installing covert surveillance on Midgards superheroes. Spark another spliff and do cover your cock?"

Jane did with a decorative plate from the dining table. "Astrid's room number is 718."

"She won't be returning. Do not leave, answer the door, your calls, or open the blinds. I 'will be' returning, but briefly."

In a flash, he was gone and Jane looked up at Thor. "I can't call in this soon, my vacation just ended."

"Loki wasn't asking, Jane. Something's awry." ***** Astrid had risen early and after seeking ice, dropped the bucket upon discovering Loki in her room. Accustomed to wearing Midgardian attire, her blue jean leggings contoured her shape, highlighted by a white tank beneath a second of mesh knit. Her blond waves cascaded down her breasts and she looked so virginal without makeup, his loins ached.

"Hello, my lovely."

Unsure what Thor had conveyed, she hesitated approaching. "Hi. I would offer you a drink but..." She knelt to gather the cubes and hide a falling tear. "I hav..haven't any liquor."

Loki lovingly gathered her into his arms. "Astrid."

"Forgive me, Min kjærlighet." She sobbed. "I made you run when needing me most."

He kissed her lips and cheeks. "I ran for a multitude of reasons, but have left Brianna sleeping to come for you."

"You knew I was on Midgard?"

"Not until recently and you mustn't be angry with Thor for not conveying so. He stayed silent at my request, even to Jane and was oblivious to our location. You mean the world to me as does Brianna now too, but something's gone wrong and I fear you're both in danger. It would take too long to explain and there's so much I must before you meet."

"Then let's return to Asgard. Wouldn't we be safe there?"

"We can't yet."

She slowly slid from his embrace, confused. "Brianna's in danger, yet isn't with you or Thor. She's with Tony and Pepper isn't she?"

"Yes, my lovely, but you can't be angry with them either. They've been wonderful to her."

"I'm not, I'm sad again. Everyone knew about her before me. What does that say about 'us', Loki? Are we okay?"

He embraced her again. "Yes. Darling, Tony, Pepper and Thor knew of her before I did too and you knew before Jane."

"Really? Wait, Thor lied to myself and your Mother?"

"Astrid, please. He had to, they too might be in danger and Brianna will panic if I'm not there when she awakens. Come with me to a temporary location until everybody's situated?" Loki kissed her hands. "It means being shielded from Heimdall for a while. If not, Thor can..."

She hastily kissed him. "I'm not returning to Asgard without you."

Loki wanted to bed her until she wailed his name so loud, her voice cracked every window in the hotel. "Prepare thyself, my lovely. You're going underground."

While she checked out, Loki ventured to Alberta and created her a lesser version of their bedchambers in Asgard.

Astrid caressed the beds plush duvet of greens and gold. "You replicated everything."

He conjured her luggage. "I wanted you to feel at home."

She smiled. "I'll be okay, Loki. Go."

With a newfound determination, Loki returned to Thor. "I thank the Valhallas you've dressed."

"You've seen me naked before, brother."

Loki addressed Jane. "He was playing nude hide and seek in the backwoods with some maidens, late for another archery lesson. Our father sent me searching. Without appearing rude, may we please have a moment alone?"

She frowned at Thor. "I'll be in the garage inflating my bicycle tires."

Thor waited for the door to close. "You could've said we were teens. How have we been compromised?"

"Clever, brother."

"Are Brianna and Astrid safe?"

Loki nodded.

"Flying human and Virginia?"

"Not if Jane talks."

A loud growl from Thor soon had her running back inside. "Holy shit on a pogo stick!"

He was standing in the living room holding their heavy glass coffee table above his head with Loki in his face. "Throw that and it vanishes before landing."

"Then I'll break something else!"

"This is why I kept information from you! Think rationally, Thor. Your neighbors will post this all over social media. How will that benefit any of us?"

He gently placed it down. "Brother, he..a child?"

"I know, but please let me handle it my way?"

"She's your daughter. I respect that. What do you need from us?" Loki eyed Jane and Thor sighed. "Yes, you can trust her."

When he was done talking, she hurled on the carpet while Thor pondered murdering Fury.

Loki used magic to clean it up. "You have my instructions. No interfering."

"We understand, brother. Go." ***** After leaving the Savoy, Hannah had rushed to the nearest pharmacy and returned to her hotel, spitting sparks. "That lying bitch! Her little brat does have powers!" She checked out, checked into another across town and called her boyfriend. He answered from a plane on it's way to England.

"Hello, pretty lady. Did you enjoy your heart throbs play? Wish I could've come."

Hannah eyed the stolen silk tie Tom had used to bound her wrists the night before and deviously grinned. 'I don't. Hiddleston and I hooked up.' "Tom was amazing." 'With a dick that makes yours look microscopic.' "How was Mrs. Finkelsteins second facelift?"

"Useless, but she's rich. I bought you some new lingerie."

"Did you keep the receipt? I'm breaking up with you."

"Hannah, why? What will I tell my parents?"

"Life doesn't always work out as planned? Don't miss your connecting flight to Sweden. Bye."

She hung up, turned her ringer off and opened a box of black hair dye. "Now that I'm screwed, so are you 'Pepper Potts' and your billionaire boyfriend."

#Loki #others #submission #submitted fic #the slutty webs one weaves #chapter 8 #lokilover9

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misscellophane-ao3 · 4 years

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Title - Peter’s a dad!? (Also on Ao3)

Request by - Rae (Anon) on AO3

Request summary - Peter's friends/classmates or maybe school? Find out that Mai is his daughter? Like some are supportive but maybe there's a bit if angst but super fluffy PK family moments? (Set in my AOMPK au)

Pairing - Parkner (Harley Keener x Peter Parker)

Warnings - Light cursing

Words - 2371

Story -

There was something about Peter Parker, Betty thought to herself, Something odd. It wasn’t a bad odd, just a sort of ‘huh, that guy must be hiding something’ kind of odd.

She wasn’t friends with Peter but she did talk to him sometimes and she was close to Ned who was Peter’s best friend, so she probably knew him better than the others in the team bar MJ and Ned.

Which just made the conversation she heard even weirder.

“-can’t say no to her. Seriously, she could ask Harley to take over the world and he would.” Peter huffed.

Harley? She remembers the name from their field trip a few weeks ago. He was Peter’s boyfriend, right?

Ned had snickered at that, picking up a fry from his tray “And you wouldn’t? Mr. you can’t have any more cookies but I suppose I can make an exception this one time that turns into every time?”

Peter rolled his eyes “First off, That is a really long name. Second, have you seen her? She’s adorable. She could probably get Fisk to turn himself in with just a look.”

”I can’t believe you took so long to tell me.”

”How was I supposed to tell you? Hey Ned, guess what? You’re technically an uncle.” Peter did short jazz hands, “How would you suggest I had explained it?”

Ned snorted, shaking his head with amusement.

”Hey, we are still in the lunchroom.” MJ cut in, dryly, “Unless you want the whole school to know.”

Both Peter and Ned sheepishly apologized but Betty’s brain was already working double time.

Uncle? Does Peter have a kid? Since when? Who was the mother? Was it his? Betty was going to find out. Only because once her curiosity was peaked it was hard to let the topic go.

And finding out a schoolmate, let alone Peter Parker, has a kid was tugging at her curiosity. So to sate it, she decided to ask around. She decided to start with her teammates at AcaDec practice that day. It wasn't a mandatory practice so very few people actually showed up, The only ones there being, Betty, Abe, Cindy, Sally, and Flash. They were in the gym waiting on Peter, Ned, and Mj to show up. Mr.Harrington was sitting near the back of the room grading papers.

“Have you seen anything weird with Peter recently?”

“Why are you asking?” Abe asked cautiously. It was never a good thing when Betty was interrogating people.

”I’m just curious, is all.” She frowned, “Can I not be curious?”

”You? No.” Sally stated, “You’re never just curious.”

Cindy nodded in agreement, “Why are you asking about Peter anyway?”

”I told you! I’m just curious!”

Cindy gasped “Do you have a crush on him?”

Betty shook her head rapidly “No! I just-“ she paused then sighed, “I heard him talking to Ned at lunch yesterday and it-“ she pressed her lips together, unsure if she should even tell them.

”It what?” Abe questioned.

Crap. What does she do? She didn't want to out Peter on accident but she was so curious!

"Just,you know, was weird. I don't know. That's why I'm asking." Betty replied with a hopefully casual wave of her hand.

"Why would you want to know about Parker?" Flash scoffed from a few seats away, Betty sighed.

"Unlike you Flash, Peter is friends with us." Sally shot back, annoyed, "And he's pretty cool too." She added pointedly.

"Yeah right." He scoffed but didn't say anything else, thankfully.

Betty ignored Flash and turned to Cindy, "What about you? You sit behind him during first period."

Before she could reply the doors to the gym opened and the three other members of their team showed up. MJ glanced around the group, frowning.

"Nobody else?" She huffed, rolling her eyes, "Well, this isn't a mandatory practice. Whatever, I'll just make them do extra practice next time." She looked over the group, "Get into teams. We're gonna be practicing response time today." Everyone hurried into their seats.

Betty mentally groaned at the loss of opportunity but then perked up as she realized she was sitting next to Ned and Peter. Hopefully, she’ll overhear something soon.

The practice went on for about thirty minutes before they were interrupted by a loud ringing.

“Sorry!”

They all turned to see Peter fumbling to grab his phone. Betty perked up instantly. Maybe this was her chance?

Mr.Harrison sighed “Parker, turn your phone off.”

Oh, right. Practice. Dang it, She’ll never find out at this rate.

Peter nodded, glanced at his phone, the shook his head, standing up, “Sorry, Mr.Harrington but I got to take this.”

Betty perked up again. Or maybe she will.

He headed to the edge of the stage, answering his phone before their teacher could stop him.

Due to how quiet it was, they could all hear him talking on the phone, the other side of the conversation though was muted.

”What happened?” The words came off worried. Whatever the other replied caused Peter to breathed out heavily and run a hand through his hair, relieved.

”Oh, is she okay?” A pause, “Fuck. Okay, just-“ he glanced back at them briefly, “I can’t really leave right now. Is it bad? No? Good, that’s good. I'm glad she's okay. What was she even doing?”

Another pause then a disbelieving, “What?” Peter shook his head and groaned, “I thought I told her to wait. Hey! Why is she my kid when she does something stupid? You are just as likely to fuck uhhh,” Peter trailed off, his expression softened as the phone was presumably handed off, “Hey, Mai. How’s the hand?”

Mai? That’s the name of the girl from the field trip. Why was Peter talking to her?

”No, I’m not mad. Just- I told you to wait for me or Harley. I know. I know. You were excited but you could have really hurt yourself.”

Peter’s lip twitched upwards “Yeah, I know. Look, how about I stop and get you some ice cream and you promise to wait next time?”

Peter hummed “New Legos? I don’t know. You did break the rules.” Peter lightly teased, “But fine, just this once.” His expression turned disapproving, “But you have to promise to wait next time. Yeah? Okay, okay. Good. I’ll see you when I get home. See you, sweetie.”

The phone was handed off again, “Like you aren’t?” He shook his head, “We can talk about this later, I gotta go. MJ is giving me the evil eye.” The said brunette rolled her eyes, “Yeah, see you when I get home.” A blush crept up Peter’s face, “Yeah,” he smiled softly, “Love you too.”

He hung up and turned back to the team, tilting his head with confusion when he saw them with their mouths open and eyes wide with puzzled shock bar MJ and Ned, ”What?”

“What the fuck Parker!?” Flash shouted, “Do you have a kid!?”

”Language!” Mr.Harrington said then turned to Peter, “But I must agree. Who was that you were talking to?”

“Oh.” Peter’s blush returned full force, “I can explain.”

He was silent for a long moment.

“I can no longer explain.” He said.

Flash rolled his eyes, “As if you would have a kid anyway. You would need someone who would want to sleep with you first.”

"Mr.Thompson, language."

”You do remember he has a boyfriend right?” Abe said, raising a brow at Flash.

”Unless Parker is secretly a girl, I still don’t see how he could have a kid.”

“That brings up a valid point.” Mr.Harrington turned to Peter, “Is this child your sister? Or just someone you are babysitting?”

Peter opened his mouth then breathed out his nose, “Sorta? I mean-“ he sighed, running a hand through his hair, “Ms.Potts is gonna be pissed.” He murmured before turning back to them.

”You guys remember that girl from the field trip? The one who beat you all at Mario Kart?”

”Yeah. The secret love child of the Avengers.” Sally nods.

”No, She was Peter’s boyfriend’s cousin. Right?” Cindy corrected with a tilt of her head.

“Yeah, her. She’s uh-“ Peter paused then sighed again, “She’s not his cousin. She’s- well, she’s an orphan that Harley and I took in.” He admits quietly.

“What do you mean? What didn’t you take her to foster care?”

Peter shook his head at Mr.Harrington, “Are you kidding? No, look, it’s complicated. Trust me, I can’t tell you everything but Mr.stark agrees it would have been a bad idea. Anyway, the short story is we found her and we took her in. She’s been with us for a few months now. And you guys can’t tell anyone! I’m serious. It could be very dangerous for her if it gets out. Please.” He gave them a pleading look that tugged at Betty’s heart.

Flash still looked doubtful, “And Tony Stark is okay with you just having a five-year-old in his tower?”

“She’s four. And yeah. He is.”

“What was that phone call about?” Sally asked curiously, changing the topic.

”Oh,” a look of fond annoyance flicked through Peter’s eyes, “Mai accidentally hurt herself trying to make something. It’s wasn’t too bad. She just nicked her hand a bit." Peter rolled his eyes fondly, "She was just super excited and opened the box without anyone there, cut herself with the box and freaked out Harley when he walked in and saw her bleeding. She'll be okay though."

"That's good." Cindy slumped into her chair, they were all obviously relieved to hear the little girl was okay.

Betty hummed, "So that's who you and Ned were talking about at lunch?"

MJ gave Ned and Peter a pointed look.

"You, uh, heard that?" Ned asked sheepishly.

Betty nodded, "It was bugging me all day!" She admits.

Peter glanced around the room, "You guys, won't tell anyone right? I'm not kidding when I said it'd be dangerous for her."

"I won't say a word," Cindy promised, Sally and Abe agreed easily.

Betty shrugged herself, "I'm satisfied just knowing." She smiled at them.

Mr.Harrington and Flash looked the most hesitant, Well, Mr.Harrington did, Flash just looked doubtful.

"Come on Flash," Peter says, "I don't care if you don't believe me. Just-Don't tell anyone about her? Please?"

Flash pressed his lips together, "I don't know."

"What do you want?" Peter asked, deadpan.

Flash shrugged, "I never did get to finish that tour."

"You were a dick!" Ned exclaimed.

Flash kept his eyes on Peter "Well, Parker?"

"Will you kept quiet?" Peter prompted, Flash nodded.

"You can't seriously be thinking about agreeing," Abe says puzzled.

Everybody knew Flash bullied Peter, he'd gotten a little better over the past few weeks but he was still a bully.

Peter and Flash locked eyes, staring at each other for a long tense moment.

Something must have happened in that nonverbal interaction though because Peter pressed his lips together, breathed in deeply, then, looking like he was regretting the words that were about to come out of his mouth, said, "You can come over to the tower this weekend. If you promise not to tell anyone." Peter offered, "We can do whatever you want that doesn't have to do with the labs. Tony would never let you back in those."

"What? Peter!" Ned complained.

Flash crossed his arms, "Will that girl kick me again?"

Betty pressed a hand to her mouth to keep from laughing. That was a great memory. She shared an amused look with Abe and Cindy.

"Will you be a dick?" Peter shot back.

Mr.Harrignton opened his mouth, probably to chide Peter for his language before he seemed to just give up, slumping against his chair and rubbing his temples.

Once again, Flash and Peter stared at each other, neither seemingly willing to give in. Then, Flash blinked and leaned back in his seat.

"Fine. But if I get threatened again, I'm out."

"Trust me, They won't settle for just threatening you this time if you did something," Peter replied idly, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

Flash paled a little before he huffed, "Whatever. I'll be by this weekend."

"Alright. Deal." Peter turned to Mr.Harrington, tilting his head questioningly.

Mr.Harrington waved his hand, "I'd rather not deal with a lawsuit, thanks." And that was it.

MJ cleared her throat and got everybody back to practice. Betty, though, was glad she finally got her answer.

...

”So, how was school today?” Tony asked during dinner. It was just Tony, Pepper, Rhodey, Peter, Harley, and Mai there tonight as the others were either busy or off-world.

”The team found out about Mai.” Peter said, taking a bite of chicken.

”I thought they already knew about her due to that field trip?” Pepper asked.

”Yeah, but now they know Harley and I are taking care of her and she’s not Harley’s cousin we were babysitting.”

"How'd that happened?" Harley frowned, Peter shot him a look.

"Someone just so happened to call me during practice freaking out about a paper cut. Right, Mai." Peter tickled her stomach making her laugh.

"Yeah!" She agreed, waving her hand. It really wasn't that big a cut, but it was on her palm which made it hard for her to hold things. Thankfully, It should heal in a few days according to Dr.Cho.

"Ah, oops?" Harley grinned sheepishly, Mai giggled again.

"Do we have to make them sign NDA's?" Rhodey questioned cautiously, Peter and Harley may not be Tony's biological kids but that didn't mean Rhodey couldn't care for them as his nephews.

Peter shook his head, "I don't think so. It should be fine. I trust them." He smiled fondly as he watched Harley help Mai cut her chicken.

Pepper nodded, "I'll get some paperwork ready anyway. Don't want to risk it." Her tone brokered no arguments.

Peter nodded, "Okay. Fair enough. Oh, also," He perked up, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Flash is coming over this weekend."

Harley, Tony, and Rhodey all choked on their food as Pepper and Mai blinked at him.

"What!?" The three guys exclaimed together.

Peter casually sipped his soda, hiding a grin.

#cell writes #cell rambles #parkner #aompk #fic request #peter parker x harley keener #Parley #cell continues

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theartificialdane · 7 years

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Galactica, part 241

In this Violet’s world is changed, Courtney spends time with her new friends, Laila get’s hot under the collar and Alaska has to sacrifice for the team.

Thank you to @toriibelledarling @samrull and @veronicasanders - My darling cowriters <3

“Yes.. I, yes.. Thank you.. I’ll talk to you later too.. Bye.”

Violet put her phone in her bag after talking to Sutan who was spending the night with his sister. Violet turned around and walked back inside the gallery. Her shoes were hurting, the drink in her hand almost empty, the people around her mostly strangers. Someone bumped into Violet, and she silently cursed herself for not pleading more for Sutan to come along with her, but she wasn’t someone who begged. Sutan needed time with his sister, and how was she to ask twice if he had something better to do. Sutan had done so much for her lately, and she didn’t want to be the ungrateful brat, she was sure Sutan sometimes saw her as.

Violet took the last sip of her drink, getting lost in the mysterious landscapes of Hercules Segers as she walked around, when she felt a hand on her shoulder, almost making her jump. Violet turned around, and came face to face with Chad Michaels, the woman smiling brightly.

“Darling!” Chad exclaimed happily, enveloping Violet in a cloud of Dior perfume and air kisses which Violet quickly returned.

“Ms. Michaels, hello,” Violet said. “It’s so nice to see you.”

“I am just thrilled that you’re here, Violet! Especially this week! What a wonderful job you did for that Marie Claire spread.”

“Thank you.” Violet smiled, beyond happy that Chad had somehow seen her work and also realised that it was her. She hadn’t expected the other woman, or really anyone, to, and hearing the praise warmed her heart.

“I’ve been meaning to call you and it kept slipping my mind and here you are, it’s like fate!” Chad grabbed a drink for her and one for Violet from one of the waiters that walked by, still chatting away. “I recognized it instantly!”

“Really?” Violet looked at Chad, not quite believing what she was hearing, the fact that she was there alone not all that depressing anymore. Violet couldn’t imagine what would have happened if Betty or even Pearl had been there with her, Chad demanding her complete attention.

“Darling. Of COURSE we can recognize your work. I do hope that this wasn’t a one-time deal.” Chad put an arm around Violet, dragging her off to the side and somehow easily finding a couch where the two could sit down, Chad effortlessly demanding the space. “I’ve been telling that boss of yours for months that she needs to give you your own line, and it seems like she’s finally listening to me with the Marie Claire spread!”

Violet choked on her drink, almost coughing before she caught herself, her hand in front of her mouth as she swallowed the liquid.

“What?”

“The Marie Claire spread you silly goose.”

Violet felt like the breath had been knocked from her lungs. Was Chad the one that had recommended her for the Marie Claire spread? Was Chad the one that had a finger in the game, and not Sutan?

“You…you have?”

“Of course! And why not? You have such a remarkable gift, my dear!”

Chad was still chatting. Violet could see Chad’s lips moving, but she couldn’t really hear the other woman, her ears ringing. Had she been fussy with Sutan for no reason? Acting out and silently punishing him for something he had never done? Violet needed to go, she needed to go, and to apologize and tell Sutan what a colossal bitch she had been, her head spinning.

“Speaking of which, I’d love to commission a few more gowns from you, and I would be honored if you’d design something absolutely over the top for me for the Met Ball this year. What do you think?”

“I have to go.”

***

“What if we just-”

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to say.” Detox sat down on the bed, Grace crying in his arms. The little girl had woken up for the 6th time that night, coughing and crying, her ears hurting.

“No I don’t, but I know you.” Juju took Grace from Detox, Detox silently cursing the new babysitter they had hired, that had forgotten to put Grace’s hat on before she took the small kids outside to play in the december snow.

“Sssh, ssh.” Juju gently rocked Grace back and forth, undoing her top so Grace could latch onto a nipple, the little girl finally calming down, her small hands curled into fists.

“Kids are fucking monsters.”

“And yet you have four.” Juju smiled, and Detox sat down next to her.

“And yet I have four.”

***

“Sutan. Sutan. Wake up.” Sutan felt someone shake him, but he didn’t want to wake up, his head heavy, his mouth tasting of every single drink he had shared with Raja.

{Raj, leave me alone}

Oh god. He was way too old to mix shots and wine, but stomach churning as he tried to sit up. Why was Raja being such a bitch?

“Sutan, come on, please, I have to talk to you.”

Sutan recognised the voice. It wasn’t Raja, and it wasn’t Raven, but someone else entirely.

“.. Violet?” Sutan sat up, his girlfriend sitting on the floor of his livingroom. Sutan knew it wasn’t the time, but he couldn’t help but congratulate himself that he had somehow made it home the day before. “Did you use your key?” Sutan looked down at himself, thankful that he was at least still wearing pants and his undershirt, the rest of his suit properly crumbled up somewhere.

“We have to talk.” Violet was sitting on the edge of the coffee table, her hair and outfit looking perfect. Why was it that Violet hadn’t spent the night with him? Had she gone somewhere? Fuck his head felt so heavy.

“I’m pretty- Vi, I’m pretty drunk, can this wa-”

“No.” Violet looked at him, her expression one of pure determination. “We have to talk, right now, or I’ll never say anything.”

“What?” Was Violet okay? Had something happened to hear? Sutan reached out, grabbing Violet’s knee, his girl allowing him. “Did someone hurt you?”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry? Violet, did someone hurt you? Do I need to call someone?” Sutan tightened his grab, the idea of someone hurting Violet unbearable to him.

“I’m sorry. I did a really bad thing and I- I thought you had forced someone to give me the Marie Claire photoshoot.”

“… What?”

The words came out in a rush, “It’s stupid, I know, I know, but I was so sure. Why else would it have been given to me?” Sutan barely able to hear what Violet was actually saying, everything a mess like it had been at the hospital. “I can’t- I’m not, I didn’t deserve it, and I still got it,” Violet breathed in, almost gasping for air before she continued to speak, like she’d die if she didn’t get it out right away, “It’s been killing me since I secretly assumed it had been your doing, that you, oh I don’t know, made a deal with Bianca or Fame and that you didn’t trust me, and then with thanksgiving.”

Was Violet saying that she assumed Sutan had something to do with her work? That he had somehow talked his friends into giving her a photoshoot? Sutan knew he should properly feel hurt, and if he was being honest he did, but it was part of Violet to worry, and she deserved not to talk to him while he was drunk.

“Hey, hey.” Sutan moved his hand, gently taking Violet’s arm, the girl stopping her stream of words, her entire attention on him.

“I’d never do that.”

The room feel silent, Violet looking at him like he was her entire world, and Sutan took the aking the time to choose his words.

“You don’t need my help Violet.” Sutan could see that Violet was about to open her mouth, but he stopped her, quickly continuing. “If you think you do, you’re wrong. I don’t know where this is coming from, but what you achieve is yours, and I would never try to take that from you. I can guide you and give you advice if you want me to, but your career is yours, not mine. It’s yours.”

Violet threw her arms around him, holding him close, her face pressed into his neck. “I’m sorry.” Sutan wrapped an arm around Violet’s waist, giving her a tight squeesh.

“Vi..”

“Yes?”

“Can I have some water please?”

“Of course.”

***

“Augh!” Courtney shrieked as Sonja opened a bottle of champagne, spraying everyone. Vanity ducked behind her to protect her wig from getting drenched and Bethenny began to tease him.

“Really? She’s your protector? She could fit in my pocket. She’s the size of a Keebler elf.”

“Well,” Vanity reasoned. “I had to make a quick decision and Luann isn’t here.”

Ramona burst out laughing. “Where is she, anyway? She sent me a very cryptic text about why she couldn’t make it.”

“Yeah, probably because she feels guilty that she’s dating your ex,” said Carole.

“Tom isn’t my ex! We just went on a couple of dates!” Ramona insisted.

“Well, whatever, she still should have told you when she started dating him. Just like she should have told Sonja, or HE should have told Sonja. The whole thing is very shady.” Bethenny shook her head, pouring another drink. “I do not approve. Breaking the girl code.”

“Girl code! Girl code!” Ramona mocked Luann’s latest catchphrase, laughing.

Sonja leaned on her shoulder giggling.

“So the three of you all dated the same guy?” Courtney asked.

“Is he like, amazing in bed?” Vanity asked.

“He’s fine in bed,” Sonja said. “I wouldn’t say ‘amazing.’”

“He’s desperate to bag a Housewife, apparently,” Bethenny explained. “You’re lucky you’re gay.”

“Yeah, I say a prayer of thanks for that every day,” Courtney said, laughing.

“So what’s this show gonna be like?” asked Ramona. “Do you have hot backup dancers?” She raised her eyebrows suggestively.

“Yeah, they’re super hot,” said Courtney.

“Ramona, you’re talking to a lesbian, you may need to clarify if she means hot boys or hot girls.”

“I knew what she meant,” Courtney said, laughing. “And I’ve got both, Bethenny.” Courtney winked at the brunette.

“Well, good. That gives us more choices.”

Ramona’s eyes bugged out in shock, causing both Carole and Bethenny to dissolve in giggles.

“I’m kidding, you idiot,” Bethenny yelled.

“Well, ya never know with you,” said Ramona.

“Indeed,” Carole said coyly.

“I think we should plan a girls’ trip,” said Ramona.

“I’m so confused as to what the fuck this is,” Bethenny said.

“This is just an overnight. I mean like a real, solid, like 4 or 5 days.”

“I’m busy,” Carole said.

“I haven’t said any dates!” Ramona laughed.

“I know.” Carole poured herself another drink.

“I have a question,” Courtney said. “When you say ‘Girls’ Trip,’ is that code for ‘no significant others’ or does it just mean girls?”

“What’s the difference?”

“I just, I don’t know, 5 days seems like a long time. B’s been feeling kind of neglected lately.” Courtney didn’t add her next thought, which was ‘Leaving her alone when she’s feeling hard up seems like asking for trouble.’

“Remember how much shit you gave Aviva for wanting to bring her husband to St Bart’s?” Sonja laughed.

“Well yeah, because Aviva was crazy. And her husband was a jerk. Bianca might actually be fun,” Ramona said.

“You don’t have to say yes, I was just wondering.”

“I think it’s kind of sweet,” said Carole. “And kind of sad that the 22 year old has the most functional relationship here.”

“It’s not sweet,” Vanity piped up. “They are fucking nymphomaniacs who are gonna be scissoring all over your vacation home.”

Courtney slapped Vanity on the side of the head. “Shut up, Ben!” she exclaimed, laughing.

“Well, it’s true. And I’m not even touching ‘functional relationship,’” she added, holding out her champagne glass. “I need another drink, quickly.”

“Ya dog-ass mole,” Courtney grumbled, crossing her arms.

***

RE: Christmas

Dear Ms. Michaels,

I’m so sorry for leaving you as abruptly as I did last night. I want to assure you that working with you for the christmas season would be a tremendous honor to design a look for you. I’ve made a few sketches based on your tastes and preferences. I have attached the sketches, and I hope that we can use them as jumping off points for discussions.

Thank you for your encouragement.

Best wishes,

Violet

RE: RE: Christmas

VIOLET THESE ARE DIVINE!! #2 IS MY FAVORITE!!

You MUST let me take you out to lunch this week so that we can talk more!!

Xoxo,

Chad

RE: RE: RE: Christimas

Ms. Michaels,

It would be my absolute pleasure to go to lunch with you! Thank you again for your support, I’m very greatful.

Best wishes,

Violet

***

“Hey babe.”

Laila looked up from her computer, her hands filled with swatched from the tour she had done of her most used lipsticks. She looked up to see Pearl, her girlfriend standing in the doorway, a smile on her lips. Pearl had gone out earlier that night, Laila not even catching that Pearl was going out, until she was already gone, her and Max apparently hitting some concert in Harlem.

“Did you have a good time?”

“Mmmh.” Pearl nodded, her eyes filled with a lustful glint, like she wanted to eat Laila up, and Laila suddenly felt self conscious of her sweatpants and her braided purple hair. “I had whiskey.”

“Did you?”

“Mmh..” Pearl was wearing sinful leather pants, her long legs clad in the black fabric, her hips and stomach peaking out from the shirt that was tied into a crop top.

“… Is that my top?” Laila recognised the Metallica logo, the shirt one she had owned for years and one she usually wore to bed, but on Pearl, paired with a black jacket, it looked like something that had cost a thousand dollars.

“Is it?” Pearl smiled. “I’m so sorry babe, I’ll make it up to you right away.” Pearl took her jacket off, and Laila felt her mouth run dry as Pearl dropped the jacket on the floor, pushing the door shut behind before. “Are you mad at me?”

“I’m not mad at you.”

“Are you sure?” Pearl pulled at the shirt, undoing the knot she had tied with ease, her red nails tugging the fabric open before she grabbed it and slowly pulled it up, up, up and over her head, her long blonde hair falling down her back, Laila recognising Pearl’s underwear as La Perla, something she wouldn’t have been able to do at gunpoint a year ago.

“Because I think you should punish me.”

Laila smiled, Pearl’s desire for her thick in the air, the power going to her head as she held up her hand and gestured for Pearl to get closer, which she happily did.

“How can I say no to that?”

***

“Oh my god, I’m so fucking tired…” Jinkx moaned, tossing her clothes and shoes to the floor and climbing into bed. “What are we watching?”

Adore kissed her forehead and began to play with her red hair, cuddling back against Alaska’s warm body. “Forensic Files.”

“That shit gives me nightmares.”

“Awww, we’ll protect you, baby…”

Alaska giggled and pressed a soft kiss to the back of Adore’s neck. She wasn’t into the gruesome murder show either, so she chose to distract herself by letting her fingers trail up and down Adore’s tender skin, hands snaking between her thighs, lips finding her pulse point, sucking on her, rubbing her, until she was sighing and arching, breath coming fast and–

“AUGH!” Adore suddenly shrieked, pushing Alaska away.

“What?” Alaska sat up.

Adore whipped her head around, glaring at her, “That’s IT!” She leapt out of the bed and into the adjoining bathroom.

“What happened?” Jinkx murmured sleepily from her pillow.

“I told you, if that happened ONE MORE TIME!” Adore said, marching back into the bedroom, brandishing a pair of nail clippers like a weapon.

“Nooooooo!” Alaska whined.

“Oh yes! Those nails are GONE, bitch!” She threw back her head and laughed maniacally.

“But I liiike my naaaaaaaails,” she countered, as Adore straddled her and attempted to grab one of her hands.

“Well tough shit! No more nails!”

“Jiiiiiinkx!” Alaska whined, looking for support.

“Yeah, Jinkx, please help me out?” Adore looked over at the sleepy redhead.

Jinkx looked up. “I’ll give you a thousand dollars for every nail you cut.”

Alaska held out her hand for Adore. “Okay, deal.”

“Wait, that’s ten grand! Do I get anything for cutting them?” Adore asked.

“You can order a pizza. Alaska will pay for it.” Jinkx yawned and rolled over.

“Okay, deal.” Adore giggled and began to cut away, then paused to kiss Alaska on the cheek. “I’m sorry about your nails, boo.”

“Sorry about scratching you.”

“It’s okay. You can kiss it better.” Adore winked at her.

“You got it.”

***

Courtney twirled around with Vanity, high on expensive liquor and the adrenaline of performing. She’d just finished signing autographs for a gaggle of teenage girls, and now she was hitting the club with the ladies.

The DJ was young and sexy and giving her bedroom eyes, and he was blasting Lucien’s dance remix of Ecstasy. Subtle, but cute. She blew him a kiss and continued to spin around with her brother, wondering if it was totally narcissistic to enjoy dancing to her own music this much and deciding that she didn’t care.

“Do you miss Bianca?” Carole called to her over the music, slinging an arm over her shoulders.

Courtney felt a surge of guilt bloom in her chest. The truth was, she hadn’t really thought about Bianca since she’d stepped onto the stage. She’d been having way too much fun. The reality of her newfound independence was both unsettling and freeing. Things with B had been so tense lately, especially since the whole Thanksgiving disaster. Maybe they should be doing more things apart. Maybe this was how it was supposed to be. Couples weren’t supposed to be codependent, right? This was them evolving into something healthier, something more adult, right? Right?

Courtney looked at Carole, smiling sweetly. “So much,” she said wistfully. “But I know she’s having a good time in New York, and this way it’ll be that much better when we see each other again.”

Carole nodded and exclaimed, “Exactly!”

Courtney tilted her eyes upwards and breathed a sigh of relief as the music echoed off the walls. When I don’t even know my name, when my reckless can’t be tamed…and when the DJ sets us free, we will be in ecstasy…

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