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[ctrsara]

Happy Accident

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Prompt from @idk-bruh-20

Irondad fic ideas #86 Fic where Happy accidentally calls Tony Peter’s dad.

Maybe Happy is driving him to the tower and Peter’s rambling about everything he wants to do in the lab and Happy comments, “You’re sure excited to spend time with your dad today.” Peter doesn’t notice at first and is like, “Yeah, I love lab days-“ And as they both simultaneously realize what Happy said, it goes silent.

This fic idea was submitted by @itsmechara426 of @irondadmadlads :)

SLAM!

“For the twelfth time, kid. Don’t slam my door.”

“Sorry, Happy!”

“Just remember next time.”

“I will.” 

Happy muttered something under his breath that hopefully not even Peter’s enhanced hearing could pick up.

Happy Hogan didn’t actually even mind driving the kid around, most of the time. Sure, he’d been a little much at first. Happy wasn’t used to kids, and this kid in particular had a lot to say, and did unpredictable kid stuff, and left wrappers in his car, and was always hungry . And left so, so many voicemails that Happy had to listen to, so he could pass on anything important to Tony. But the longer Happy was around the teenager, and saw his selflessness and intense desire to do good, despite what anyone said, the more he admired him. And he’d gotten used to all the talking. Mostly. 

Actually, if he thought about it, Peter gave off a lot of “young Tony” energy. Well, with a lot more politeness and optimism. And really, it was more the Tony who had been excited about what he’d been working on in the lab when he hadn’t been distracted with partying and making tabloid headlines.  But still. Similar.

Speaking of being excited, Peter definitely was today. The kid had been talking a blue streak about something to do with his friends and their Academic Desomething meet the next weekend, but he switched gears just as Happy tuned back in.

“Happy, today in Chemistry we were talking about ( insert a topic Happy definitely didn’t understand ) and how it interacts with ( another unintelligible set of words ) under certain conditions, and did you know that Mr. Stark has the stuff in his lab to replicate that experiment? And I texted him about it and he said we can actually try it out today? It’s going to be so awesome, and I hope the reaction is big like the one we got to watch, because that was amazing, and--.”

“Take a breath, kid.” Happy let out a rare chuckle at the boy’s exuberance. “I don’t get paid if I deliver you passed out from lack of oxygen,” he joked. “You’re pretty excited to get to your dad’s lab today, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s gonna be so sick.” 

Then suddenly Happy met Peter’s startled gaze in the rearview mirror and he wasn’t sure whose eyes were wider. 

Silence.

Crickets.

Silent crickets.

“Oh my gosh, kid, I’m so sorry! I don’t know why I said that; please just forget you heard it!” 

Peter was quiet, and Happy started worrying. Ugh, apparently they had been teasing Tony too much about acting like Peter’s dad lately, because Happy had started thinking of him that way, and it had just… slipped out! He tried to reach his chin up high enough to get a look at Peter’s expression, but the boy’s head was turned, staring out the window.

Happy was just about to ask him if he was okay, and apologize again, when a quiet voice came from the back seat.

“Happy?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m not mad. I just… what made you say that?”

“Uh…” Well, at this point, the truth was probably best. “For quite a while now, Rhodey, and Pepper, and a couple other people have teased Tony--just a little bit--about acting like your dad, and I just wasn’t thinking when I talked. Please don’t think it’s weird or anything, or be awkward. It was just a slip of the tongue. An accident.”

“How does he… how does he act when you say that? I mean… do you think he would care if he knew that I kinda think about him that way, too, now?” The last part came out quick and quiet, but Happy still heard.

Oh, wow. “Kid, I think he’d be flattered, honestly. You should hear the way he goes on about you when you’re not there. He’s as proud and protective as any dad I’ve ever known.” And his behavior was totally out of character for Tony. Which is why they’d been giving him a hard time, but they’d also all been impressed at how having Peter around had settled him. Given him a little more purpose and focus.

“Oh,” Peter said thoughtfully. When Happy glanced back, the kid was smiling softly. 

After they pulled into the garage a few minutes later, Happy rode up to the penthouse with the subdued teenager, wondering a little bit if he was going to bring up how Happy had slipped up to Tony. Of course that was totally up to Peter, but Happy kind of wanted to be around to do damage control if needed. With Tony or with Peter--whichever one needed it.

As they walked in, Happy heard Tony from the kitchen. “In here, kid!”

He followed at a safe distance, but saw as Peter dropped his backpack and headed straight for the older man. 

“Hey, Pete, I got all that stuff out down in the lab that you wanted for--oof.”

Tony had stopped talking because he’d been knocked back a few inches when the teenager tucked himself up against Tony’ chest, arms wrapping around his mentor’s back. Tony froze for a moment, but quickly reciprocated the hug. 

“What’s this all about?” he said, his voice soft as he tipped his head down to rest it on Peter’s. “Something happen at school?”

“Nah, it was a really good day. I’m just happy to see you.” Peter’s voice was muffled, but cheerful.

Tony looked bemused now. “Uh, I’m happy to see you too.” He looked at Happy with a questioning expression. Happy visually deflected, shrugging and half-smiling. Even rolled his eyes a little like, Teenagers? Who knows? Maybe his part in this wouldn’t come up. Hopefully it wouldn’t. 

Peter pulled back, and looked around, eyes lighting on a plate of sandwiches Tony had been preparing. Dad. Such a dad. “These for me?” he asked brightly, reaching for the tray.

“Uh, yeah. Just bring it down, and I’ll start setting up. You can join when you’re done eating.” Tony put a hand on Peter’s shoulder to steer him towards the elevator, and waved vaguely at Happy.

“Uh, see you later, kid?” Happy said, the unspoken question obvious in his voice. 

“Bye, Happy. Thanks for the ride!” Peter said happily. And then the dang kid winked at him. Well, what in the world did that mean? 

Tony and Peter stepped into the elevator and were gone in seconds. Happy shook his head. Was Peter going to tell Tony or not? Now Happy was going to worry about it all afternoon, which may or may not have been Peter’s intention. That dang kid. 

But thinking of how much Tony enjoyed having him around, and how happy the kid had seemed when Happy let Tony’s feelings slip, he couldn’t help but smile. Just a little bit. Maybe it hadn’t been such a bad thing after all.

#completed fic ideas #irondad and spiderson #fanfiction #irondad tumblr prompts #irondad fanfiction #happy hogan #whoops

[idk-bruh-20]

Completed fic (sort of!!)

@deehellcat did a reverse version of fic idea #134!!!

Read it right here !!! ->

Labyrinth

by dixiehellcat

#completed fic ideas #irondad and spiderson #iron dad and spider son #peter parker #tony stark #ironfam #amazing

[batty-pham]

Danny working in retail.

Dead end job.

He always ends up at the nightshift.

Everyone thinks the bags under his eyes are because he can't sleep.

He gets told all the time that he "looks like death" and he always just replies "thanks"

He just sorta stands in the dark corner and customers don't notice him, but they sorta inherently know he's there and avoid him, but he moves and they about shit their pants.

#just a half assed idea #i think about danny working the night shift at some shitty job #like #alot actually #ill probably end up working it into a fic eventually #if i ever end up completing any fic im writing #dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #danny phantom

[otaku553]

I have an agenda.

Long hair teenage sabo.

#one piece #sabo #you cannot convince me that he did not have a long hair phase #like if he grew out his hair to hide his scar he has to have tried more to hide it more thoroughly #I found a fic recently that followed sabo’s growing up in the revolutionary army and it was really really good #I want to see more amnesiac teenage sabo acting awkward around his peers because even back on dawn he had only two friends #more of kids being insensitive and asking about his scar which even he has no idea how he got #and koala and him being antagonistic towards each other #and them slowly becoming friends #anyways I’m so. I tried going onto YouTube to see if there were any good video analyses of sabo #and like yeah I can see why sabo would be a divisive character #but I also completely forgot that there are one piece readers who have not an ounce of media literacy #or respect for female characters #something something ‘sabo is like an oc insert because he exists so distant from everything and just in time to replace ace’ SHUT UP #or ‘favoritism towards sabo because he has a hot girl following him around and more hot girls in the revolutionaries’ I AM GOING TO GO INSA #KOALA IS HER OWN CHARACTER AND AN EXTREMELY INTERESTING ONE THAT DOES NOT EXIST JUST TO BE EYE CANDY OFF OF SABO’ ARM #SABO IS AN AMAZING CHARACTER IN LINE WITH THE THEMES OF ONE PIECE AROUND FREEDOM AND EQUALITY

[keitorinrose]

I have spent weeks on this drawing but sadly can't find the motivation anymore 😭

So for now it will be an unfinished wip

This was supposed to be fanart for the fanfic "the long road to true happiness" by @weirdrandomtina on ao3

#if you like groppy go check it out #it's one of my fav trolls fic #dreamworks trolls #trolls branch #trolls poppy #trolls snack pack #groppy #broppy #trolls fanfic #complete your wips instead of going from one idea to the other challenge impossible #i hope i one day come back to this wip #kei's art

[i-made-a-bg3-blog]

Vampirism wouldn’t be Gale’s first choice for immortality, but he wouldn’t discard it entirely - certainly not if more suitable alternatives are slow to present themselves. Human lives are so very short, after all, and well, he’s always been a bit vain. It’s a decent stopgap measure at the very least.

It’s the reason Astarion bites Cazador before he kills him. Astarion wouldn’t have taken that power otherwise; he remembers all too well the horrifying brutality of his transformation. But Gale is willing, asking. And Astarion knows it’s selfish of him, but he’s too afraid of spending eternity alone.

Astarion had prepared himself, but the process is so much worse than he imagined. In some ways, he thinks Gale had it easier; Astarion has to hold Gale’s cooling, lifeless body in his arms. Astarion has to bury him. 

He waits.

He knows it takes time, that he shouldn’t expect anything so soon, but he keeps vigil by Gale’s grave all night, and every night after. He needs to be there when Gale wakes up; he can’t allow him to think, even for a moment, that Astarion has abandoned him. As the days become a week, Astarion can no longer ignore the creeping paranoia that he made a mistake. That somehow, he’d done everything wrong, and Gale was never going to return, that Gale was just gone, and he’d trusted Astarion, and Astarion had failed him. That Astarion had lost the only person he could ever remember truly caring for, and it was his own fault.

In the end, he needn’t have worried. He feels it - the exact instant Gale is reborn. He feels himself expanding, something overlapping where before he had only encountered barriers. It all melts together until there’s nothing distinct anymore, not unless Astarion wills it.

Astarion’s begging Gale to bite him before Gale even finishes pulling himself out of the dirt. And even though it’s what they agreed upon, even though he knows this is what Gale wants, he also knows that Gale isn’t capable of refusing him. But, Astarion is Gale, and he needs them to be separate, Gale has to do this now, please

Afterward, he can barely meet Gale’s newly-red eyes. He tries not to flinch from Gale’s soft touches and softer words. When Gale thanks him, it turns his stomach.

It’s a long time before he’s no longer haunted by the part of him that hadn’t wanted to let Gale go.

#and then they all lived happily ever after (like actually I swear) #tbh Gale would probably be like 'obv you kinda liked the idea of having complete control over another person. who wouldn't?' #I swear to god I don't only write depressing shit for this pairing #bloodweave #bloodweave fic #bloodweave headcanon #gale #astarion #bg3

[damconcha]

Ace’s Mementos

#i think about this constantly #he is my roman empire #eiichiro oda is an evil bitch #could have i added whitebeard? sure. but ace was shangahied sooooo #i’m not very fond of him to say the least #everytime i read an ace & whitebeard fic i have to pretend he wasn’t shanghaied so i’m not completely repulsed by the idea of it #that got a bit off topic lmao #curly dadan #one piece dadan #portgas d ace #portgas d. ace #sabo one piece #revolutionary sabo #flame brothers? #one piece #asl rambles #ig? #concha posts

[crispycreambacon]

[Image Description in the Alt Text]

Ever wondered what happened to the puppets stuck in the Wondrium Arena?

So did the Professor and his meat shield/bestie westie, Ryan. Instead of waiting for an answer, they planned to get the puppets out of there. They even argued with God over it, or rather the Professor did since Ryan was too mentally out-of-it from the absolute absurdity of this situation.

And what did God give to them in return for winning the argument? A bus. To drive to the Wondrium Arena with. ‘Cause what better way to rescue a bunch of dead puppets than crashing a bus into their purgatory?

— ☆ —

I'm happy to announce the release of my first AO3 fanfic: Seatbelts, Everyone!

As you can see from the blurb above, it's a one-shot crackfic about the Professor and Ryan rescuing the puppets in the Wondrium Arena by crashing a bus into it. 'Cause why not?!

This fic has it all! We got:

Ryan learning how to drive a bus via WikiHow!

God being the absolute worst!

Silly puppet interactions!

Existential crises occuring throughout the fic!

An honestly heart-warming ending?

Y'all the line between silly jesting and sincere genuineness is so blurry in this fic. So if that all sounds like a jam of a time, you can read the fic via clicking here! Or clicking the title. Or searching up "Seatbelts, Everyone!" by crispycreambacon on AO3.

Thank you so much for checking it out! And even if you don't, I hope you enjoyed the comic. May you all have a fantabulous day!

#this comic took 10 HOURS but it was so worth it #I had a lot of fun drawing the expressions and giggling at myself while I poorly photobash to create the backgrounds #THANK GOD FOR IBISPAINT X FREE ASSETS FR FR #Not this God this god is an absolute bastard #(affectionate but still a bastard) #I missed making comics so much you have no idea!! #So proud of myself for completing this fic.. it's been so long since I've written a full story for fun #also fyi we have TWO non-binary icons (affectionate + derogatory) in this fic #the Professor and God #I'm sure you know which one is which :}}} #okay rambling over lemme uh #puppet history #the professor puppet history #the professor #ryan bergara #ryan beef boy bergara #shane madej #estranged producer shane madej #watcher #watcher entertainment #watcher fanart #art #artists on tumblr #fanart #chris p fried art #image described #chris p fried writings

[peachsayshi]

the thing about a second chance romance with nanami is that he knows he was young when he fell in love with you. he knows it shouldn’t mean anything after all these years. he knows how badly it ended, because he still carries that guilt inside him as a man. he knows that he doesn’t have the right to ask for your heart again. he knows that you’re both different people now. 

and still, he can’t stop looking at you like he’s seventeen again. can’t stop dropping his eyes to your mouth with curiosity at the possibility of a kiss. can’t stop his heart from racing when you say his name with a familiarity that only you both can understand. can’t stop wondering if there’s anyone else who is taking up space in your heart. can’t stop himself from taking another shot when he realizes that you are the missing piece of what makes his life whole. 

#nanami thirst hours #husband nanami kento <3 #UGHH #my brain has so many ideas #and I can't focus on completing just one!! #so I am going to dump them all on here #and hope for the best #peach fic ideas.🧡

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 21

PREVIOUS

“What made you think taking on a mafia hitman was a good idea?” Andrew asks as he and FF were positioning themselves the best the could for an ambush on Romero.

Since, they APPARENTLY had time to talk.

Romero had gotten the text Andrew had sent him and INSTEAD of coming out right away to progress the whole SCHEME to kidnap and murder Andrew’s Junkie like any sensible goon Romero went to the BAR. Romero went to the Bar to get him and Jackson a round of CELEBRATORY drinks. Romero is still there at the bar waiting to be served by an INCREDIBLY nervous Roland if the number of exclamation marks and puking emojis is to be believed.

What the FUCK is there to celebrate?

These two idiots want to kidnap NEIL and so far the only thing Romero knows (thinks) that they’ve caught are two people that Neil would come for but even in Andrew’s text he’d been clear that he needed help getting ‘The boyfriend and the new friend’ to talk let alone getting them to call ‘The Wesninski Brat’ out. Andrew had hated typing the name in reference to Neil but it was the only thing the two ever referred to him as in their chats.

Is it some insane mental game that Romero thought he and Jackson were going to play on Andrew and Smith? Toasting to their torture so they’d give up Neil? Who knows.

He realizes that FF hasn’t answered him, his eyes focused on the door when Andrew’s thoughts had drifted. A reliable guy, steady in a pinch, and focused like most the others weren’t.

(Andrew does not know that FF is thinking about how one would go about becoming a Mafia Hitman. What is that career path like? Do they show up at job fairs? Do you get a job as a short order cook at a business that acts as a front and see to much but you’re also the only one that knows the secret spaghetti recipe the boss likes so you have to sign yourself to the family? Are you out doing your own freelance crime and someone higher up sees your work one day and literally head hunts you? Is it like in Saw where you survive an ordeal and then-)

“Smith?” Andrew draws FF’s attention away from the door.

“I didn’t think it was a good idea at any point.” FF says and Andrew is surprised by the admission and is more surprised by the twist of FF’s lips into a frown, “I just did what I thought I needed to do.” He adds.

(Andrew does not know that the twist of FF’s lips has more to do with the fact that he is realizing that Romero likely STILL has not washed his hands. Romero hasn’t washed his hands and he is going to hand Jackson a DRINK with those hands. Ugh. Honestly a contract killer AND someone who doesn’t wash his hands? Who RAISED him? What does his grandma think of this? FF hopes she’s disappointed in him.)

“You thought you needed to lure a hitman into an alley?” Andrew asks because the plan is stupid even if so far it has worked out for FF. The fact that Romero hadn’t just come out when he sent Jackson the signal is only due to FF’s good luck and their stupidity.

“I didn’t have a lot of time to think up anything more than the first plan I thought of. I saw him looking at Nicky on the dance floor.” FF says with another twist of his lips as he self-consciously rubbed at his cheek. It’s never fun to have someone who has time to pick apart a plan that you barely had time to form. Andrew can understand the irritation and is glad that FF isn’t lashing out at him for it.

(Andrew does not know that FF is not irritated he is just remembering that he had held up his broken toilet bowl phone to his face to pretend call Captain Neil. He’s contemplating asking if Andrew maybe possibly has a wet wipe? Actually the murder van probably has bleach to clean up evidence, maybe he can just dip his face in there for like a minute.)

“Don’t use a plan where you martyr yourself. I already have to deal with Neil’s bullshit tendencies.” Andrew says instead of thanking him. “You should have just called me.” He says.

FF just holds up his phone, “Dropped into a club toilet. Completely unusable.” He says and yeah that makes sense. FF would have probably just texted Andrew but coming out and seeing a hitman going after Nicky probably made it impossible for the freshman to go get help without drawing all the attention to himself first if he wanted to make sure Nicky stayed safe.

Still.

“You dropped it into a toilet? You haven’t even had anything tonight.” He says because that clumsiness is not something he expects from FF.

“You try taking a pee next to someone on the FBI’s most wanted list and see how dry your palms remain when he’s talking about grabbing one of Captain Neil’s friends to lure him out.” He says with a brow raised.

That���s fair.

He figures that Romero hadn’t even noticed FF standing there. FF was incredibly good at just making himself unnoticeable (to Andrew’s occasional great annoyance and to Kevin’s great desire to study him for Exy related purposes).

“You recognized him?” He asks.

FF’s gaze slides to him, “I looked up a lot about the Foxes after I signed.” FF answers before his gaze slides back to the door. Roland had just texted Andrew that he’s getting Romero’s drinks ready (Two bud lites. Those are the celebratory drinks he waited for?? Embarrassing.) “I really looked up to Captain Neil. So, I read a lot more about him than anyone else.” FF admits but the fact that FF looked up to Neil was not in any way shape or form a secret.

FF was the only one who was ALWAYS paying attention to whatever Neil was saying and never argued with it. Even Andrew tended to just get lost in the sound of Neil’s voice when he’s going over Exy plays and not actually listen to the plan. FF’s eyes were always right on Neil and his actions on the court showed that he had been paying attention and knew what he was doing. Kevin also listened but he tended to fight Neil on the finer details of plays, strategy or anything else. FF was the one who would just nod and do his part in whatever possible play Neil had broken down for them.

FF was also categorically incapable of referring to Neil as anything other than Captain Neil.

Neil had bristled early on at it. He had thought it was a mocking title, something FF was saying to rile him up because that’s what Freshman Foxes did. That’s what Freshman Foxes always do. FF slid into the team without a whisper of rebellion and it hadn’t taken long to realize that FF was using the title with sincerity even if his monotone did not perfectly convey that.

It’d been that sincerity and that ease that had FF be the only option he’d considered when Bee said he should consider expanding his friend pool.

So if FF looked a little deeper into Neil’s past and sees Neil’s part in it as something to respect, something to admire?

Well, he personally thought he always had great taste in people. (He ignores the voice in his head that sounds like Nicky complaining about Kevin still not knowing German despite it being the family language.)

“You sure you don’t want one of my knives or the knife Jackson had?” It was pretty big and Andrew didn’t think it would work well with his general style but maybe FF could use it somehow. He was uneasy that FF was going into this fight unarmed. FF still hadn’t talked about how he’d taken out Jackson when the man had a knife like that.

“Do I look like Crocodile Dundee to you?” FF asks with a raised eyebrow and Andrew has to pause a moment for the movie to load into his brain before he offers an amused quirk of his own lips.

FF is a funny guy.

His phone dings. “He’s on his way.”

***

Aside from thinking about how nice the conversation he was having with his friend Andrew (his friend! His friend Andrew! God how is he going to admit to Gran that Andrew was never planning on stabbing him? She threatened to come over and square off with the ‘mean young man’ bullying him. He’s gotta go grab the makings for a secondary pie to even start to make up for this. Maybe Andrew would prefer a cobbler? He should ask his friend his preferences.) he was thinking about how he really wished they hadn’t had a cut away from Gracie Hart showing all the various forms of self defense she knows in the movie.

He had no idea if he could do a repeat performance of S.I.N.G. with Romero.

It’d be nice to have a few more things in his repertoire because all he has is striking Romero with the heel of his hand in the nose, getting grabbed from behind to throw him over his shoulder (which what if Romero is shorter than him? How will THAT work. Gracie Hart guide my steps!), and of course S.I.N.G.

If he survives this he might write a letter to the writer.

The door opens and honestly FF and Andrew agreed that surprise and speed were going to be their best weapons. The two of them go in for a full body tackle but Romero must just be a higher class goon than Jackson was since he manages to body them away. The door shuts which is mostly what they wanted anyways. Romero can’t go back in and grab someone to use as a shield.

He sees Andrew pull out his knives and now FF realizes that any level of threatening Andrew had done before must have mostly been in jest or just as intimidation. When Andrew wants to stab someone it’s obvious that he’s aiming to stab them.

Romero manages to parry Andrew’s first stab with a move that FF had seen on the ‘how to handle someone coming at you with a knife’ videos. FF sees Romero go in to bash one of the Bud Lite bottles over Andrew’s head so he launches his water bottle at Romero’s hand. The bottle falls and shatters harmlessly on the ground.

He kicks Romero’s other hand since the water bottle bought him time to get close. “You fucking brat!” Romero hisses.

He sees Romero reaching for something at the same time Andrew is going in for the second round of stabbing. Romero dodges out of the way but FF can see what might actually for real be an entire gun concealed in his jacket.

He can see Romero going for it. Sees the same smile on his face he’d seen inside as his hand wraps around the handle.

FF doesn’t think.

FF doesn’t think because if he does he’ll freeze.

So FF acts.

“Gun!” He yells and runs full force tackling Romero as hard as he can but unfortunately he tackles Romero into Andrew.

The three of them grapple on the ground. It’s hard to keep track of what limb is who’s and he’s pretty sure he’s accidentally hit Andrew a few times instead of Romero but he’s also pretty sure that Andrew punched him in the stomach so he thinks they’re equal. Finally FF gets a hand on the gun that Romero had been trying to get the safety off of and he knocks it out of Romero’s hand. “You kids will-“

Romero doesn’t get to say anything else because Andrew manages to land a punch right to his jaw that has Romero go limp under the two of them. They look at one another and Andrew manages to pull the handcuffs they’d purloined out of the Van while they were waiting off of the belt loop they were hooked onto and gets them around Romero’s wrists.

They stare down at the second unconscious man on the FBI’s most wanted list in the alley.

Then they roll off of him and onto their backs. Both of them wheezing from a combination of exertion, adrenaline, and (at least in FF’s case) a fair amount of pain (Christ Andrew packs a PUNCH his stomach is already sensitive. It’s a miracle that punch hadn’t made him puke.)

“That was…so stupid.” Andrew pants.

“Yeah probably.” FF admits.

They lay there for about a minute and FF thinks that maybe someone will need to carry him because his stomach is KILLING HIM with all this.

“Alright let’s-“

Andrew is sitting up and looking at him when he stops talking.

FF doesn’t really know what the issue is but starts to sit up, “Don’t you DARE.” Andrew hisses and FF finds himself being pushed back down to the ground to lay flat. “Don’t move Smith.” He demands and is pulling his phone out of his pocket as he keeps a hand on FF’s shoulder.

FF doesn’t really understand what’s got Andrew so upset all the sudden. “Andrew, what’s-“ he tries to sit up again. Is there a third person and Andrew wants him to keep down? There’s not really cover here they should move towards the dumpster maybe?

“Smith, I told you to not move.” Andrew hisses before whoever he’s calling seems to pick up. “I need police and an ambulance. We’re at Eden’s Twilight in the back alley.” He looks to FF, “What’s your blood type?” He asks.

FF has NO idea.

“I don’t know.” He answers and Andrew makes a disgusted sound. “Andrew, what’s-“

Then he sees it.

He doesn’t quite get how he missed it before now.

“Huh.” He hears himself say.

That’s Andrew’s knife handle sticking out of his stomach.

It appears that Andrew Minyard may have stabbed him in the stomach.

“Well, that’s about what I expected.” He says and lets his head rest against the pavement.

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#Fluent Freshman AU #He was RIGHT all along. #The Cassandra of Anxiety #He just kind of had no idea that it would be an accident #Vote now on FF's blood type #I will just say this now that this is not going to be a story where FF dies and Andrew's upset #This is me thinking that this is kind of a funny way for this night to end considering everything #If FF had a phone he would absolutely text his gran on the ambulance ride over #FF: SO I WAS BOTH COMPLETELY WRONG AND RIGHT #FF: Andrew wants to be my friend but due to bizarre circumstances he sure did accidentally stab me tonight #FF: BTW do YOU know my bloodtype? Because the nice EMT lady keeps asking me if I'm sure I don't know. #But FF doesn't have a phone so maybe he drifts a lil closer to the afterlife for a comedic reunion with great gran #GG: You're going to be okay. There's no way you'll die in a fight against a man who doesn't wash his hands #FF: I'm scared to check the state of his skin behind his ears. #GG: Exactly #AFTG #AFTG Fic #AFTG AU #AFTG OC #My Fic #Let's see if you all can find all the various lil jokes that I've made knowing that THIS #THIS is how this night was always gonna end for FF #I've gotten a kick out of putting them in #FF - Pt.21

[danothan]

Just reading some comics and saw a panel I thought you might like. :)

ah fuck, characters reminiscing always get to me ;__;

but i will never ever get over that fond way these two talk to and abt each other. especially when they’re poking fun, you can just hear the love in their voice it’s SICK.

the halbarry love language is annoying each other, but even more than that, it’s being each other’s exceptions

#panels #sent to me #halbarry #hal jordan #green lantern #barry allen #the flash #dc #danswers #the halbarry love language/exceptions thing btw is a whole thesis i have in my brain #their love language incompatibilities; their willingness to compromise and make it work; the way they’ve never had a friend like this #hal esp is almost like a completely different person around barry. like he’s still Hal ofc but it’s obvious that he’s never navigated a #relationship like this before. yes i’m talking abt ‘what do you guys see in each other?’ / ‘yk… i have no idea! ☺️’ #hal is so aro-coded for someone i don’t hc as aromantic. and that’s only bc barry came along (another whole thesis o’ mine…) #god literally the rare exceptions to each other #been thinking abt writing a halbarry fic abt their love languages (5 chapters 1 love language for each) #not rly sure what that’d even be abt but i do think abt this often so maybe writing smith would help me process/explore/share my analysis + #interpretations of how that works between them #idk i’m not a writer we’ll just have to see

[ctrsara]

Source Materials

Peter shows up for his internship juggling way too much (literally) and stressed out. Tony has some good advice, some good instincts, and a good scare. This one is mostly just fluff, guys. Relationship-building and pseudo father-son-ing all over the place.

This story uses Irondad fic idea #50 from @idk-bruh-20, and Irondad Prompt #158 and #161 from @irondadmadlads ! Whenever I have some serious writer's block, those two are definitely go-to sources to jumpstart my story mode, and I appreciate them!

#irondad and spiderson #irondad fanfiction #marvel mcu #post spider man homecoming #completed fic ideas #iron dad and spider son

[idk-bruh-20]

<3333 !!!!!!!!

Some fics that I found by accident that seem sorta like fic idea #47!!!

Copycat

by OllieCollie

and

What's in a Name?

by niniblack

#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #completed fic ideas #besties these are soOOO GOOD #very glad i discovered them #irondad and spiderson #iron dad and spider son #tony stark #peter parker #morgan stark #ironfam

[thepetesimp]

Me being totally normal: I can surely figure out what page he's at if I stare at it for too long

Also me, staring at it for too long: Wait...is he reading....the foreword...? I can't believe it took me this long to realize Vegas is reading the first page here. It might not even be the foreword, it might be info about the author, it's so funny. But don't worry, the good news is that he's actually reading the book in this scene:

which, of course, you can make the claim that beforehand, he was not in a good mental state (Vegas? not being mentally well? No fucking way right?) so he was trying to distract himself from whatever the fuck the whole thing he's doing at the safehouse is, but after him and Pete talk and bond and all of that good stuff, his mind can focus and actually read the damn book. Sidenote Because I'm a bit insane and very committed in finding things to obsess over with my hyperfixations, I estimated the possible percentage of the book he might be currently at, then went to the appropriate page and found this line there: "He felt very gay and light-headed, and quite forty years younger, as he walked to the door."

I swear to God, it was there, and I laughed so hard they must have heard me over in Thailand.

#this is the shit that occupies my brain every day #I might have a problem #I'm actually in the process of reading Childhood's End for a fic idea I got at random and would really like to see if it'd work #me sweating above the pages: how can I make it connect to Vegas???? #surely they didn't make him read this book specifically only for its title right? RIGHT? #(the most probable answer is that yes it's because of the title but where there's a will there's a way) #(and I have a wild imagination when it comes to connecting two completely different and unrelated things together because I love them both) #(stay tuned for a fic that's coming in December for that lol) #anyway have I said how much I love this show yet? #I love this show and the brainrot it's given me #I hope it stays for a long ass time #kinnporche the series #vegaspete #vegas theerapanyakul

[bad-tf-fic-ideas]

(207) Megatron chooses to leave the Nemesis and go out to examine a mysterious cache of cybertronian origin with Soundwave, to ensure its safe retrieval. It contains nothing useful — it is an old, old Autobot trap that closes its teeth on his hand and injects him with nanites that cause him to fly into a rage.

What follows is like the low rent version of Soundwave v Megatron gladiatorial combat: Megatron's brain is switched off and Soundwave is actually trying very hard not to actually hurt him. (Both of these are the opposite problem to Megatron's typical gladiatorial experience.)

Back on the ship is where the real plot is! Knock Out and Breakdown knock over an infectious experiment while engaged in inappropriate (and not very lab-safe!) behaviour on a bench top. Now it's in the vents of the warship.

Because Soundwave is by far the most competent Decepticon officer on Earth, they have about three hours to fix it before he hacks Megatron's brain and they both arrive home, upon which occasion Megatron will probably be... put out by their mistake.

I don't think you need me to tell you that it's fundamentally funnier if they fail to fix it in time, but the ending is entirely dealer's choice.

#tf fic ideas #maccadam #tfp #kobd #knock out #breakdown #megatron #soundwave #this is less an idea and more a complete tf fic plot actually lol

[emeraldvssilver]

Been meaning to write this Sterek fic forever -

Stiles and Derek are in an established relationship in BH. But it's Stiles' first year in College and no one has met Derek yet because of various Supernatural reasons stopping him from visiting.

Stiles goes as Little Red to a Halloween party on campus, and he lives with someone on a Theater degree who wants to practice special effects make-up. So he gets a massive "wolf" bite on his neck that looks ridiculously real. He posts a selfie of his costume (normal clothes, red hoodie, fluffy wolf ears, and bite mark) on the Beacon Hills group chat and his friends love it.

4 hours later he's in the club and gets pulled to one side. Derek's made the trip down to his College and he's fighting red eyes the whole time because even though he knows the bite mark is fake, his Wolf side is absolutely livid that Stiles is marked. So they basically end up making out against the wall.

Stiles' dorm mates are utterly confused by this because Stiles is in a committed relationship and yet he's making out with some guy in the corner.

Queue next morning hijinks when his dorm mates realise Stiles brought back a "stranger" back to his room and they all try to remind him that he's supposed to be in an exclusive committed relationship. And Derek's just listening in completely bemused.

#sterek #sterek fic idea #fanfiction #sorry for any spelling mistakes in this #im completely drunk #but i love this idea #and i was supposed to write it last halloween but i never got round to it