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hold-our-destiny · 3 years

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so i thought since im not really writing much lately, id put a big list of all my ideas with brief summaries and if you guys wanted to see any in particular i could try to write a small oneshot of it.

1. basically peter having a long conversating with tony about the struggles of having his enhancements and explaining how he cant even kill himself because of his healing (like the scene from avengers)

2. Endgame au- “Hey peter? Its Tony- We did it. We won, pete- we won. Please Peter” then when peter’s in a coma he listens to a voicemail left by him before he left for the field trip (saved on insta) at some point peter says “i just wanted to be like you”

3. V slow (almost) major character death- three quick gunshots and a thump- peter worrying about tony’s head wound.

4. peter and harley falling in love (3k words) in tumblr drafts for harley

5. tony breaking down in the middle of a fight

6. Stony soulmate au- sharing scars.

7. “I didn’t think you cared about me”

8. Peter dragged underwater

9. Steve reading bucky’s journal in civil war

10. peter tries to help tony in siberia but gets hypothermia way more than tony does. after like a week steve comes back and tony screams at him cause peters in a coma, maybe steve finds him in the medbay

11. Parkner last words soulmate au

12. peter gets infected with anthrax

13.steve and peter kidnapped thing- peter bring scared of tony cause they used his tech against him

14. parkner hanahaki but with recovery and peter coughing up the rest of the flowers= whump. basically peter loves harley, passes out cause he can’t breathe and nearly dies, tells harley, and has to spend a week throwing up the rest of the flowers and being so tired he can’t stand

15. tony faking his death and peter and steve getting mad when they find out he’s alive

16. rhodey tony falling in love+ going to warrrr

17. okay so tony maybe almost dying and peter crying about it?

18. peter gets kidnapped after an argument saying “i know- i know you’re mad but- p-please Mr stark- please help m-me, i’m sorry” cause he thinks tonys mad at him.

19. steve helping peter with harassers- drafts

20. tony whump being kidnapped and refusing to give info on spiderman and peter saves him with rhodey and gets shot but because of adrenaline they don’t realise until they’re outside and peter collapses

21. the scene where he gets shot from enola holmes but it’s irondad- peter has a bulletproof vest on and gets shot by a shotgun and tony thinks he’s dead cause he’s oncounscious from being thrown into a wall

22. okay so what about a situation where tony and peter are at a press event and peter gets shot. just imagine what tony would be saying as he catches him and slowly lowers him to the floor.“it’s okay, i gotcha. holy shit- you’re gunna be okay, kid. come on, eyes on me-“ keeping on talking until the medics get there, still not leaving the kids limp form. Peters eyes never leave him, glazed over but never closing.Of course, when he wakes up later, Tony will be a little teary eyed sat by his bed, probably making a joke about “god kid, you’re not supposed to outlive your old man” Peter not wanting to be alone when he dies

23. tony and peter on a mission and tony goes to find peter cause he’s not responding and he’s unconscious cause of poison- tetrodotoxin B

24. Peter put in a cage thing with bucky when hes triggered into being the winter soldier and being on comms with steve and the others.

25. 5 times tony and peter thought they lost each other and the one time they nearly did.

26. Degloving

27. parkner voicemail with peter almost dying, end is him coming home. season 2 ep 3 of 911

28. soulmates rhodyetony can feel each other’s pain. rhodey knowing tony’s alive in im1

29. parkner enemies to lovers only one bed nightmare

30. character study of the mcu, ned, sam, wanda, mj, bucky,

31. harley thinking peter is dead, dealing with grief after a kidnapping

32. Prompt 885: Stephen and Tony were together before Afghanistan. They hit a rough patch when Stephen has his accident and the Accords are proposed. The stress causes a huge fight where Tony tells Stephen to get out and never contact him again. Stephen is crushed and leaves for Kathmandu the next day, leaving only a voicemail saying goodbye and asking Tony to not blame himself. The general consensus is he committed suicide. CA:CW and DS happen, and Tony runs into a changed Stephen in Greenwich Village.

33. basically incredibles- steve’s taken by hydra and peter and tony are in a plane when hydra attacks them, tony’s telling them to abort and steve slowly realises he could lose his family, then it blows up and tony calls a suit to peter. peters got broken ribs and bruises because of moving around and tony sends out a signal to the team

34. peter nearly dies on a mission, tony’s yelling at him and he breaks down crying when he realises what could’ve happened

35. peter nearly gets kidnapped/ sold and he’s really shaken up about it he won’t leave harley or tony

36. peter and tony are kidnapped, peters conditioned and at one point the kidnapper gives him a truth serum and asks intimate questions/ he’s not conditioned and it’s either ask the questions or take the punishment-

37. bucky getting back from hydra and coping? steve feeling sad, finding out bucky can feel his arm and tried to rip it out, tony helping? the scene in the woods with the trigger words and steve being there really sad and shit- also thinking pierce was steve

38. peter flinching during an argument

39. bucky having to pretend to be winter again in a mission

40. Peter telling tony about skip

41. ya know the hypothetical about hydra training bucky to give people guns incase they need to ‘execute’ the soldier, and him giving steve a guy.

42. peter being trapped in the soul stone when he gets snapped, him being the only one there because of his mutation or something (his soul was too strong to be broken for the time so it had to be contained) plus dissociation when he gets back

43. peter and bucky kidnapped together, tony and steve both worried as hell and having to work together and bond to get them back

44. soulmate mind talking- peter getting into trouble/kidnapping? make collection for soulmates

45. peter and tony are running from kidnappers, peter gets caught in a bear trap. maybe include steve.

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writingwritingwritingwrite · 7 years

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Mom!" and not even bent more like fell into making a fearless sobface against my knotty wrists but there were no tears and the sky was the water they'd reached, i can't, i can't continue not die too **** Continue to autograph apples as this donkey stops looking like a Toyota or what is driven as cities cascade now, threaten to tumble now and again all for the emperor bribing the umpire with pollen, friend. **** Colin, listen up again, once your face is felt, it'll open and stay true meet another's face at last, man, Man so you know it's Charlie in contact with everything, bro, At length as a peach with peaches, my beloved species, over but not over and done with you know what If no one understands what the community college means, no one has ever propelled their buoyed shards a little distance either way in surreal damage, as though indecision powers fact and fate. Oqbsession rebuking possible newrn surpr exactly as before it was so that I see what you mean when you do not do that in total darkness, Austin, Texas blurring apart as a person's three names for some witness on a pole I keep thinking I haven't suffered for some time now or as accidental seduction of much of the atlantic but humless screen looks at me like that Fie She said please what is it can you tell me and I said I believe I am a celestial possession of david milch and denis johnson, two who have been careful never to associate or clearly identify as avatars, trying to incarnate and become if my attention ever truly dries up and crosses and you'll be awarded custody, I'll sit at a decayed desk in your backyard and shimmer untalked to while all things that aren't green stay secret Did all that happen, did I crush my mind like a book, in order to have relativity explained to me a second time? 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I said everything you say means what I'm thinking and you mean me, and he said oh no, you're not going to die a physical death, two or three years as I keep reminding you thats usually how long it takes me can you hang on for two or three years and then the heaving veil fell into place again and i choked on the sun and couldn't look into his dish eyes in this galaxy or see Emily Ashmore anymore my unfriended atmosphere swirling with false starts and trampoline thoughts and his mug with a statement in various sized oval letters similar to the ones on the wall spelling out respect but this one about hi how are y-do have the moon if it's a rose face opening too Tricked truth in half that is surgeried myself into parody due to fearing the poor and needing to help the poor because the poor are owned by violence and Openess, I say. I feel retarded, i said, At the table, shaking my brow between my two faint fingers. You are, she said. What!? I laughed. I was just saying that because I thought you said it in conversation after an accident that made you sad, needing to be consoled and made hilarious to forget. Never forget you're retarded, she said. When you have to anticipate teaching someone who wont be taught At what point do you begin to slaughter yourself or after, while long returning have to ex out glamour so as not to see the gulls sparkle through waves God when will you kill me? I know that grave's Yer Name jilted at the dance that was on Friday in honor of acceptance, caress my melt with verve Coughing up my father's heart Come to find out I was Gollum. Hey Steven your poor man how's it feel to do well to be the keeper of responsibility while your grate breathes and the gutter conceals pecked out eyes you can clean with your hands and count He said I'm not a big fan of the bible where it puts its hands Just cause you aint got chains for wings doesn't mean get mad, water eyes, rebuke me fast, when will the two of us just the two of us understand where we are? I apologized for the tornado and the medieval human evil and she said oh no, I'm guilty of that too. "Holy annoyance" as claiming omnipresence. Is it all spaz-work? I tsked, she reassured shore is, and bucked irresponsibility, And I pointed out a thing of names shivering to be regarded and consoled. She took notes and threw them away simply like the roof. Her smiling glimmering deeply alight crescent eyes, naturally why'd you take off to the moon and blow so much of its surroundings off, kiteshit. What was this part. said she, I feel the same way, Just not quite so imaginary anymore. Ridiculous wife in a good way I am tarzan's invention and a faked human being installed with streaming leagues of humanity and that thing you do, uncollected but not so sleepy as to bypass a travesty for brunch, I'll step around your child as I climb into this sun car's backseat since we are all for use in ferrying our fingers into green 125 lb one I wonder if i scarily see the relationship in a person to life and to emptiness flipping across a notch like notations I go whole days without thinking of enlightenment or pretending to be a Russian prisoner but once I rode on the eternal haunches of a grizzly through the entirety of Merway, it's length in a legend, his changeless roar, and the entire time feeling him swat down love, my eyes clamped closed in horrified assumption, until we snoozed in a slanted field for two tiring ones Trajectory You brought me watermelon and see-through spray for the houseplants you were also bringing, at the last minute, and searched through the dynamic and then stepped out because you believed I needed space, but it wasn't like that, or like I did it for art, I was humming for all truths but very distracted within, thinking about you in an earlier period when you weren't being ceaselessly halted by murmurings or was that me, now, and then, anyway, apart from the confusion I see you standing out on breezy porch shadows forgetting you're looking at the sky while deciding something other than if my brain's far too devastated, picking up and setting down the molten strand on your unfreckled brow and undaunted and rescued Daddy was a monster Mama was a angel They wanted boredom, quiet, dark humor and to be away from the peeps but the trauma it is so much, so much the clearly unsubstantiated circumstances the chilling behavior repulsing my authenticity the loss of children the loss of children the loss of children never twirl through the gates of security again! Graduating Class, Am I really some satanic monster, I mean... you're in law school and your eyes are wet or like youre alive, yet your accents sound of ways of dying, and I'm roaming forests and eating children. Seems a little unfair. Have you been in God's enlightened Kingdom of Heaven yet? As of this writing, I may or may not, but I'm crazy about you if we're all tethered there, in these saint couples cant choose legitimate words bars in Plainmouth, Minnesota, town really fabulously dwarfed by actual love and crazy explosions and all those millions of liquors I'll never drink now, combustions that sound like games all of us arranged in grade school, really, my number changed out and written in black felt-tip and fucking true terror ink eep on a white stall in Your holy war. Taking on sickness in response to their universal need for support It's how I died once already but now need to die for real before I really die to keep alive how all these people are in the book You threw up your hands around about I killed him, I killed her! Please God! No! Goddammit Colin FUCK your bullshit said my love I've never lied I announced Eh she said sympathetically I'm out of humor That came out wrong I said She said like you You and I, I uncorrected sneering genetically without enmity and hurrying to include all definitions But good God did knowing you ever hurt and ruin me seriously seriously What's that you say She said in his world good wins yess, and drank beer not liquor from buttercups, smacking her dashing lips and reclining and waiting for summer to come, the ancient time to find a dude to love, waiting that flavor wait, totally fucked and touching the aqueous shelf where the trembling goods torch their glassine borders shifting unclearly like outside at sweetly befriended anytime my feet are uneven my legs have no tone or change but are true at last true at last like the slopes where the future is claimed but shan't occur although Alison will cause she will it them appleseeds, least I think so if I'm a real boy. But If I'm a real boy I got my face hacked off and shrunk to reach the airflow in my nose but listen, at least I am not from where I live. People as Sprinkles At first any newly author's voice pows my inability, it is not any comprehended for at least four years or all just watching with ashley vino who has perched downtown for several days says what day will I be taking you in my drowned arms so your emotions can be ungagged and unleashed, ashley I am not trying to remember ungenerously or deceive that way, just take me home without. I am a little horse caught circling their human kitchen windows / nonsire fireplaces / clucking in there without attacking the afraid they laugh and laugh irrigating the air it's free Twinkling Under Straw Hat I can't defend myself, dying, isolating how I'm doubled, la ka ching lake, this bridge rolled beyond flower waters this side of town with men and women who deny sleeping with ten year olds of either sex and see I heard you and used it thank you from acts, will you stroll laughing after the thing with the peers and drinks and the clovers and turn to white on the road to the hospital bed covers sobbing my sounding flashed name, and call for faaaacebooook pictures of glad women fake charging and admittant-smiling about it and tarnation dashing back to thwack into pole postures and shoot bigly outlandish guns at what I had known to be the sky At two you must intimidate them with intoxication and return them to paralysis and their ending chairs by the pool and deck which fake out the mesa horizons in your purpose of actually being a child or less who freakily monster lied to be killed by people who hate child molestors and love faaammme. Ital harsh warrior solidity breathing through your haaands ahhhhhh ital your life thought it was made of didn't I wreck yez better believe it and so fucking what you terrorist you grace allegiant cross-bones heartfelt by sandy all-feelinged fishes who breeeaaathe Stop. MY NAME'S COLIN I ORCHESTRATE THE FORESTS AND PERFORM FOR WILD LOVED LANDS HAVE YOU ENCOUNTERED MY CAAAAAMP where I sleep in theatres of ivy bow, bye, kiss, bye, hi

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