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wileys-russo · 5 months

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stuck with me II k.cooney cross x reader

stuck with me II k.cooney cross x reader

"-so i said we would babysit for a few hours." kyra shrugged, dropping two bags onto your bed as you raised an eyebrow. "you mean i'll babysit. when the kids are around you are not the responsible adult in the situation ky." you raised an eyebrow as your girlfriend pulled a face and kissed your cheek.

"don't act like you wouldn't have said yes in a heartbeat. everyone knows you're harleys favorite anyway!" kyra cheesed hitting you where she knew would work, your ego. "can't argue with the facts. what's in the bags?" you sighed and questioned with narrowed eyes as kyra clapped happily.

"i know its not december yet but i thought since we're as close as we'll ever get to being in the snow for christmas and its the last camp for the year we could-" the girl jumped onto the bed and rifled through the bags. "-build gingerbread houses and make ornaments!" she pulled out the boxes with a gleeful grin and you melted at her obvious delight.

"where did you even get these?" you laughed, picking up one of the diy bauble kits and reading through. "kyra! this very clearly says ages 10 and up, harper and harley are not 10!" you warned, eyebrows furrowing at the toxic warning for the glue.

"it's fine babe! we'll be supervising and doing it with them the entire time." kyra waved off your worries, moving onto her knees and knocking the box from your grip, hands pawing at your hoodie.

"baby!" you laughed as she yanked you down onto the bed and hovered over you with a grin, attacking your face with kisses. "now say; thank you kyra. you are so smart kyra, what a great idea kyra!" she demanded cheekily between kisses.

"like the sound of your own name do you cooney cross?" you teased, grabbing the back of her neck and guiding her lips to meet your own, smiling happily at the waves of pleasure which washed over you at the feeling of her soft lips moving against yours.

but the moment was cut short as rapid knocks sounded, all too familiar voices crying out for the door to open as you gently pushed your girlfriend off of you, pecking her pouty lips a few times and watching her face light up as you promised to resume what you started later on.

you'd not even opened the door more than a few centimeters before two tiny bodies barreled inside, darting through your legs with gleeful cheers as kyra dropped down to the floor to grab both young girls in a bear hug.

"thank you for this." katrina sighed gratefully pulling you into a hug, having been called into an unexpected zoom meeting with some perspective new clubs for the afternoon.

"neither of them have napped so they should hopefully crash within the hour." tameka added on, down for press conference duty with tony this afternoon. "please, like ky will let them sleep." you chuckled, the midfielder calling out hello's to both older women who smiled seeing her spinning around both harley and harper in her arms.

"call us if anything happens yeah?" katrina warned as you nodded, promising you would and taking the girls backpacks from tameka as you waved them off, both their daughters yelling out goodbye before the door closed and they were gone.

"and where's my hug?" you gasped, crossing your arms feigning annoyance as both girls tried to scramble for you, kyra trapping harper in her arms as harley leapt her small body off the bed causing you to scramble to catch her.

"i'm like a superhero!" the three year old grinned as you twirled her round, blowing a raspberry to her cheek. "let her go!" you laughed at your girlfriend as harper wiggled and whined in her grip.

"what are we doing today?" harley asked eagerly, jumping up and down on the bed once you placed her back down, scooping up harper and flinging her up and into the air, catching her as the girl giggled.

"well. aunty ky has some cool activities for us to do, but only if you're on your best behavior." you warned with a smile, both girls yelling that they were good over and over as kyra moved to grab the bags. "okay okay! we get it, you're good girls." you laughed, taking harleys outstretched hands and swinging her around like you knew she wanted.

"okay!" kyra clapped for everyones attention as you took a seat on the bed, harley scrambling to sit on your lap as harper tucked herself into your side, making you grin as her little head wedged its way under your arm.

"we're gonna make...." kyra trailed off, drumming her hands on the nightstand as the suspense built. "gingerbread houses!" she yelled happily, causing you to wince as the two girls beside you screeched in delight.

"ky, i really don't think its a good idea to let them eat so much." you warned, harley sat on your lap as harper sat on hers, both of you tucked up against the desk in the corner building your respective gingerbread houses.

you'd watched with a sigh as kyra would every now and then allow both girls to consume a lolly, which eventually escalated into her giving them permission to eat whatever they wanted so long as they left some to decorate with.

"why? it's fine!" your girlfriend waved it off, moving to help harper glue a few candy canes to the roof of their house. polar opposite to theirs, harley had wanted a much more organised look, taking her time to make sure it was neat and tidy which made you smile.

"because kyra, what goes in must come out!" you warned, already starting to see harper perk up a little more. "what? they won't throw up they're little but they're not babies." kyra scoffed with a roll of her eyes, whining as you reached over to sharply pinch her thigh.

"hey! mummy says no pinching." harper piped out with a scowl in your direction as kyra stuck her tongue out at you, dismissing your worries and returning to helping harper as harley bounced in your lap demanding your attention.

turns out, you were of course correct.

"woah woah! where did you get these?" your eyes widened as you scooped up harley and grabbed a pair of craft scissors out of her hand. "found em." the girl beamed, wiggling to be put down as you tucked her under your arm.

"kyra that is a terrible idea." you warned sternly as the midfielder pulled out the ornament making kit.

"no its not it'll give them something to do with their energy." the brunette huffed, practically pinning harper down who was doing her best impression of a lion, teeth nashing and trying to bite the older girl.

"harps no biting!" you groaned, adjusting harley under your arm who was furiously trying to get away. "see what you did!" you scowled at your girlfriend in annoyance, putting harley down and grabbing harper.

"three minutes for biting." you warned, sitting her down in a chair facing the wall. "harper." you repeated in a serious tone as she tried to get up, the toddler sitting back down and crossing her arms frowning adorably.

"kyra!" you whined seeing her setting harley up with a bauble and a glue gun. "you got any better ideas babe?" the girl raised an eyebrow challengingly. "nap time?" you sighed, wincing as two very loud protests were yelled back at you.

"not on the bed." you grabbed harley under her arms and swung her into a chair as kyra moved beside her. "done now?" harper peeked over the top of her own chair as you sighed again. "done biting?" you questioned with crossed arms as harper nodded.

"go on." you gestured for her to get up as she ran over to kyra, climbing up into her lap as you stepped out to go to the bathroom and clear your head, the christmas music kyra insisted on blasting from her phone not helping the chaos.

"see babe? piece of cake!" kyra chirped quietly, nudging her shoulder into yours as the two of you stared down at the pair of sleeping girls in bed. "they're covered in glitter." you sighed running a hand through your hair with a shake of your head.

"occupational hazard, it washes off." kyra dismissed your concerns with a wave. "come on baby. we did good! no one got hurt, nothing got broken, they're safe and fast asleep." kyra pressed a kiss to your cheek as you rolled your eyes.

"high five for top babysitters!" kyra murmured happily, holding up her hand and wiggling her eyebrows. "you are such a child sometimes." you sighed but smacked your hand into hers none the less.

but when you tried to pull away, alarm bells sounded.

"kyra. why is your hand stuck to mine?" you asked calmly, your girlfriend shrinking a little at the question.

"please tell me you washed the glue off." you spoke again, the brunette avoiding your eyes as you pinched the bridge of your nose with your free hand.

before you could say another word there was gentle knocks at the door, your girlfriend hissing a little in pain as you yanked her toward it by your conjoined hands. "hope they weren't any trouble?" katrina smiled, her and tameka moving inside as you and kyra backed off.

"no trouble! never trouble." kyra replied nervously, katrina instantly picking up on the shift in tone, shooting the younger girl a weird look over her shoulder as she picked up a still sleeping harper.

"do some arts and crafts did we?" tameka laughed at the glitter all over harley who stirred. "we'll drop the baubles off once they dry." you smiled nodding to the desk where they sat among a pile of glitter. "they're so cute." tameka grinned, kyra having done her best to help them both write their names.

"really cute." katrina echoed, though her tone conveyed suspicion as you and kyra did your best to hide your conjoined hands. "well we have to shower and get ready for dinner!" you smiled nodding toward the door, tameka thanking you both and promising she owed you one before leaving.

"you right min?" kyra smiled nervously as the shorter woman stared you both down. "fine. what are you two hiding?" she adjusted harper in her arms, eyes narrowing again as you both rambled out nothing. "its my fault." kyra blurted out as you glared and rammed your elbow into her side.

"ky shut up!" "what is your fault?"

"babe!" you groaned as kyra held up your stuck together hands. "i don't get it." katrina frowned on confusion. "they're stuck together. i had glue on my hands and i didn't wash it off and then we high fived and-" her nervous ramblings were cut off by the laughter from the woman in front of you.

"oh my you two are unbelievable. good luck! see you at dinner." with that she quickly left the room, ignoring the two of you calling after her for help.

your girlfriend withered at the glare you fixed her with, the two of you taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "where did you get the kits from?" you asked firmly, your girlfriend stuttering out an answer as you grabbed her phone and did a quick google, which proved to be incredibly challenging with one hand.

punching in the number you dialed the store kyra snuck out to you quickly explained what happened to the manager who assured there was a dissolvent they could order in to arrive tomorrow morning, the canadian clearly unable to hold back his amusement as you thanked him and hung up.

thankfully the game was not until the weekend as you explained the situation to kyra, the blunt tone of your voice meaning she knew exactly how pissed off with her you were.

"baby." you turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow. "what?"

"there's no one i'd rather be stuck with than you?"

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gunnerfc · 2 months

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Baby Fever | Steph Catley x Matildas!Reader

Summary: having young children around during camp has you and your wife thinking about the future

Warnings: just fluff!! Which is the complete opposite of my last steph fic LMAO

WC: 1.3K - a tad short but wanted to have something posted this week!

AN: two steph fics back to back…. Just love her very much i fear 🤧

Being in camp with some of your closest friends and your wife was always a fun experience. You were thrilled to be back in camp, playing the sport you loved with the people you loved. However, recently there has been a specific thought in the back of your head about you and Steph expanding your family. It didn’t help that two of your teammates had adorable kids that usually came to camp with them.

Here you were, sitting with some of your teammates after a long day of training watching Kyra and Charli playing with Harper. The small girl’s giggles filled the room as she tried to escape Kyra’s grasp. You watched from your spot on a couch with a fond smile on your face at their interactions.

“You and Steffy are next then yeah,” Caitlin’s voice pulled you from your thoughts about what it would be like seeing Steph play with your kids.

You turned to face the forward, offering a light shrug in response before mumbling a “maybe.” You and Steph have talked about kids before you were engaged and it was something you both wanted, you just weren’t sure when. With it being an Olympic year, you knew it wouldn’t be any time soon and that was fine and you knew this was a conversation that needed to be revisited.

The next few days before the game, it seemed that no matter where you went, you saw parents with their young kids having the best time. It was like the universe was trying to make your baby fever worse than it already was. You had decided to bring it up to Steph the next time you two got a moment to yourselves, which with the hectic pre-game schedule wasn’t until you were sat next to her in the locker room after warm-ups.

“My love,” you started as you leaned closer to her. “I think we should have a baby,” your voice was low enough for only Steph to hear but with the loud chatter and music filling the room, you could have spoken normally and no one would have heard you.

Steph, who is in the process of retying her boot, jerked her head up and almost hit you. Her eyes were wide at your words but before she could form a response, Tony was ushering the team into a huddle for a quick speech before walkouts.

Was telling Steph you wanted to have kids right before a match your brightest idea? No. but if you didn’t say anything soon then you were going to go crazy. Your words stuck with the defender throughout the match and she tried her hardest to shake them, needing to focus on the game.

Steph wanted kids with you as well, and she’d be lying if seeing how much the team loved Harper and Harley didn’t make her want kids more. She just was not expecting you to say that right before you walked out onto the pitch for a game. The Matildas came away with a three-to-one win over New Zealand and as the final whistle blew, you were jumping in her arms, celebrating your goal that she assisted.

“I’m so proud of you, pretty girl,” Steph swooned, her arms tightening around your waist.

Your arms tightened around her neck as your face flushed at the pet name. It didn’t matter that the two of you had been together for years and were married, every time Steph called you a cute pet name, you felt the same as you did when you first started dating.

“Couldn’t have done without you, baby,” you whispered in her ear as you pulled back slightly, your eyes locking with hers. Normally, you would have been hesitant about bold PDA moves but in that moment you didnt care as you pulled your wife into a kiss.

Over the loud cheers from the crowd, you could hear Kyra and Charli mocking you and Steph and the teasing comments from Caitlin and Hayley to “get a room.” You giggled into the kiss before pulling away and subtly flipping off your teammates.

You heard your name being called by a staff member to come do a quick post-match interview and you groaned into Steph’s shoulder, you didn’t want to let go of her.

“Go, we’ll talk back at the hotel,” the defender smiled as she lightly pushed in the direction of the staff member. You took a deep breath at her words, knowing she was referencing what you said before the game.

You weren’t expecting anything bad but you were nervous about the big step you and Steph would be making soon. The interview went by quickly and you were once again in the locker room, this time freshly showered and in comfortable clothes. Steph had waited for you to take a shower and change before you two joined your teammates on the bus.

The ride back to the hotel was quieter than normal, everyone feeling the effects of long training sessions mixed having played over ninety minutes. Your head was resting on Steph’s shoulder as your eyes fluttered closed from exhaustion. “Sleep. I’ll wake you when we get there, pretty girl,” Steph whispered as she gave you a small kiss on the top of your head.

A few minutes later, the defender was lightly shaking you awake, whispering that you were at the hotel. You blinked a few times to wake yourself up before light stretching your arms as you waited for your teammates in front of you to move down the aisle. Taking Steph’s hand you exited the bus and made your way through the lobby. Before you could reach the elevator, Steph pulled you towards the hotel's indoor pool, she figured it would be a relaxing way to talk since you weren’t roommates this camp.

As you two reached the entrance, a family exited the pool room laughing. You were sure the universe was just teasing you now. The indoor pool was empty after the family left, which made things a bit more peaceful for you and Steph. The two of sat on the edge of the pool with your feet in the cool water.

You sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying just being in your wife’s presence. Steph was in an intense staring contest with the reflections in the water, her mind racing with similar thoughts to yours.

“I know we’ve talked about kids,” you started, breaking the silence. Steph turned her head in your direction, giving you her full attention. “But, seeing the team, and you, with Harper and Harley this camp has me thinking about us, and when we will be parents. And, it's like the universe is trying to tell me something because every time we leave this hotel, all I can notice are families having the best time and I want that,” you rushed out, taking a deep breath when you were finished.

Steph watched as you rambled with a small smile on her face, she was over the moon at the thought of starting a family with you. “Obviously, I know it can't happen now, we have the Olympics and the rest of the season to focus on but after, maybe we could start then,” you offered when Steph hadn’t said anything.

“I want nothing more than for us to have a family. I couldn’t tell you the number of times I've watched you with kids, picturing you with our kids,” the defender mumbled as she thought about it again.

“After we win the gold medal and the league, we’ll start then,” Steph confirmed your earlier statement with a promising tone. Your face lit up at her words as you scooted closer to pull her into a deep kiss.

You pulled apart when air became an issue and leaned back with a content sigh. “I know you’ll be great with kids, my love,” you said before a teasing smirk that Steph knew meant you were going to say something unserious. “Plus, you’ll also be a milf!” you smirked, watching Steph roll her eyes at your words.

You two had some time to figure out everything about expanding your family, but for now, you were going to live through your teammates who brought their kids to camp, knowing soon you and Steph would have your own kids to love and adore.

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bucky-barnes-lover · 7 months

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Kinktober day 11: Public sex

Fic: Bucky Barnes

Warnings ⚠️: Public sex, Dirty talk, 18+ SMUT!!

W.C- 1229

"Happy Halloween" greeted Pepper as I walked through the large brass doors, into the compound. "You look amazing," I exclaimed, admiring Pepper's pirate outfit. "Are you kidding me? Have you seen yourself?!" She questioned taking in my outfit. "You look gorgeous. Bucky is gonna love it!" Pepper exclaimed, leading me through, to the hallway.

"I knew Buck wouldn't be able to keep his hands off me all night, so I went with the sluttiest Harley outfit I could find" I laughed off. "Well, I thought something similar so I did the same with Tony. He hasn't seen my outfit yet so I'm a little nervous," she replied.

"Have fun Pepp's, I'm gonna go look for Nat and the others" I said as we made our way into the bar room.

After searching around the party for a bit, I eventually found Bucky playing a game of pool with Steve and Sam.

"Hi baby" I greeted him,

"Hi doll, you look great tonight"

"Thanks, you look sexy" I replied, eyeing his brand new Joker outfit. (His new favorite movie.) "You boys look great too" I said to Steve and Sam complimenting their Men in Black outfits. "Thanks" they replied in unison.

"I'm going to go look for Nat and the other girls"

"Okay, I'll see you later doll" answered Bucky. I walked over to the bar and found Nat, Maria and Wanda wearing matching Alvin and the Chipmunks costumes while chatting about their latest mission. "Hey y/n. You look absolutely gorgeous!" Exclaimed Natasha as I made my way towards their seats. "Thanks girl, you three look so cute" I replied.

After a couple of drinks and conversations with the agents, it was time for the costume presentation. Everyone went up one by one, everyone else casting votes for the best dressed. Clapping and cheering echoed around the room as Tony walked up to the stage. "Welcome to the best Halloween party you will ever attend in your life." He started with. I rolled my eyes, knowing he would say something so cocky.

"I want to start by thanking everyone for being here, I've seen some amazing costumes and I've had some great conversations tonight. But it is now time to announce the winners of the Costume Competition. The winner for the best couples outfit goes to… Y/n and Bucky Barnes for their Joker and Harley quinn outfit"

Clapping erupted from the audience of where Bucky and I were standing, as we made our way up to the platform to collect the gift basket, full of Candy and Cute decorations and accessories that no doubt Pepper put together.

Tony continued his speech as Buck and I exited off the stage. "The winner for the best Group outfit goes to… Thor, Valkyrie, Steve, Sam and Jane for their Men In Black outfit." Tony continued, "And the Winner for the best outfit overall, goes to… Yelena Belova, for the Regina George outfit.

I must say, I've seen some very creative outfits by far. Thank you everybody for coming out tonight, Enjoy the rest of your evening"

As the presentation ended and everybody went back to their pool games and drinks at the bar, Bucky walked up to me from where he was at the front, chatting with Steve.

"You should've thought about wearing longer shorts,doll. You know I can't keep my hands off you all night, yeah." He whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine.

"Oh I know." I replied with a smirk.

"That's why I chose this outfit"

"Really? Well then I better put your dirty thoughts to good use" Bucky continued. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my ass, I knew neither of us would last long but I continued playing it dirty. "Well if you like me in this outfit so much, why don't you fuck me in it?" I questioned, knowing my innocent stare and pouted lips would work on him.

"If we go so hard at it, I may as well put a baby inside you" Bucky laughed off, though I knew he was serious. "Then let's get the fuck out of here and I'll let you put a baby inside me!" I exclaimed, grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the party. "Where are we going doll?" Bucky asked as we ran through the hallway.

"The bathroom" I declared, enthusiasm creeping into my usually relaxed tone. I had to admit, having sex in a place where we could get caught excited me. Although I'd never tell Bucky about it otherwise he'd take me in every single public bathroom we passed by.

As we entered the bathroom, I ran across the rows to check no one was in the stalls, before hopping onto the counter top. Bucky stood in front of me, pants already half pulled down and his erection free. Grabbing my hips, he pulled my shorts down and without thinking twice, ripped my panties off.

"May I?" He asked politely, receiving a small nod from me. Inserting a finger into my entrance before adding a second one. My soft moans echoed through the bathroom as I felt Bucky's warm breath on my neck. Sucking on my sensitive areas as he rubbed my clit with his thumb. Still thrusting his fingers in and out of my soaking wet cunt. "Bucky, please just fuck me properly" I moaned as I could feel the sensation building up inside me.

Within seconds he was inside me. His huge cock stretching me out. "Oh Bucky" I moaned as he thrusted into me slowly. "Babydoll, you make me feel so good" Bucky moaned as his thrusts became faster and faster. Suddenly we heard a door slam down the corridor and somebody walked right by the bathroom door. A wave of panic ran through me but excitement took over the feeling. I giggled as I realised Bucky had stopped his movements. "C'mon Buck. It's just a door" I smirked at him.

Continuing our session, We both became more and more impatient. "Bucky, harder!" I exclaimed as I felt him hitting that same spot over and over again. "C'mon doll. When you're ready just go for it" He replied, a pleasing expression on his face.

Before long I had come undone under his touch, him cumming right after.

The wonderful feeling washing over me, as my muscles relaxed. "Hello?" Asked somebody from outside of the room. "Is everyone decent so I can come in?"

He asked as he knocked on the door.

"Give us two seconds will you" asked Bucky as he exited my pussy. Leaving an empty feeling inside me, causing me to only want more.

Aggressively he pulled up his pants and got himself dressed before handing me his button down shirt, which I conveniently tied around my waist as I no longer had underwear.

"All good" I yelled at the man waiting outside. To my surprise Thor walked in, looking as white as snow. Clearly confused and disgusted by the situation he had been caught up in.

Bucky and I left the bathroom and the compound before Thor could spread the news about us. "When we get home, I will fuck you so hard, you won't remember your own name" Bucky said to me as we walked towards the car. "Sure" I smirked at him in the reflection of the car window, "As if"

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I freaking pray u guys like this, bc this took me like 5 days to write 😳🙃

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halfagone · 8 months

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Alright cool, I just wanted to see if you knew enough for this upcoming prompt idea. This can take place in whatever marvel universe you’re most comfortable writing, but basically the prompt is that the avengers witness Danny lifting Thor’s hammer and the resulting shenanigans that occur. What do you think?

Oh I loooooove stories that have the most unexpected of people lifting Thor's Hammer. I am a sucker for "Peter Parker is Worthy" fics UwU

But let me see what I can do here~

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It had been a joke, a PR stunt more like it. Come meet the Avengers, get an autograph and maybe a picture, and see if you're worthy to lift Thor's hammer.

It had sounded good in theory. Great even! Some of the other Avengers had been reluctant to the other, but once security had been cleared for the event, more had agreed. They agreed on what they could and couldn't talk about, what they were and weren't comfortable doing with fans, and planned accordingly. A job well done, if Tony did say so himself.

It had actually been Clint's idea to do the hammer lift in a separate room. At first Tony had thought that was kind of a mood killer. After all, half the fun was the crowd's anticipation as each person came to the stand. But Clint had pointed out how things could go sideways if it came out that a civilian could lift Mjöllnir. Thor seemed confident that the chances were rather low- the likelihood that someone worthy coming to this event were rather abysmal, after all- but had agreed to the compromise in the end.

I may have to give Clint a pay raise for this, Tony thought dazedly.

Everything had been going so well. The gang was all happy, the fans were happy, Tony could practically already hear Ross grinding his teeth at all the positive attention.

When another teenager walked into the room, Tony hadn't thought anything of it. He was one of the last few stragglers for the event, so most of the Avengers had lingered in this room, happy to hang out as they waited. They'd joked and laughed, even tried to wrap the kid into it. The teen- Danny- was a smart-aleck like the best of them; Tony was never going to let him and Harley meet if he could help it.

As Danny came up to the podium, they cheered him on just like everyone else. Tony himself had leaned back against a table and smiled serenely, feeling confident in the results. It was probably a good thing he hadn't reached for that can of soda because Danny lifted up the hammer without breaking a sweat.

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"What the actual fuck?" Sam muttered, squinting at the kid as if that would suddenly fix the whole clusterfuck of a situation.

"Oh that's a lot lighter than I thought it'd be," Danny commented thoughtfully, gingerly shifting his grip so that he could pose. Wait, no- that wasn't posing. Danny was testing his stance to practice throwing.

"The weight of responsibility won't be," Steve said quietly to himself, gaze hooded and emotions indiscernible.

That didn't stop Tony from turning to the man in pure indignation. "I do not need the commentary from you right now, Capsicle." Steve honest to god rolled his eyes at Tony's remark. They didn't get to bicker about it any more (and no, not like an old married couple! Honestly Lang could take his commentary with his stupid ass out the door!) because Thor approached the boy with a solemn expression.

"I see you are a worthy lad," Thor announced to the room. Danny stared at him with a blank expression. He didn't seem super awed in Thor's presence- hadn't for any of the heroes really- but he still listened with rapt attention. "Those who are worthy carry a heavy load upon their shoulders. With the ability to wield Mjöllnir comes to the ability to rule over Asgard-"

"I'm good, thanks," Danny cut in before Thor could finish with his speech.

"What," Rhodey deadpanned, looking just as surprised as everyone else.

Tony's brain hadn't even got the chance to reboot completely yet and he felt like he'd need another right now.

"I've got better things to do, no offense," Danny replied with a blithe shrug of his shoulders. "I mean, I'm sure it's a great honor. But like... I have finals in a couple weeks? I can barely be trusted with my own sleep schedule, I don't think you want me ruling an entire realm."

"I- Well," Thor tried to recompose himself. He was failing miserably.

"What kind of kid doesn't like being worthy?" Tony scoffed in confusion. When in doubt, be an asshole. That had been Tony's motto for years now and he might be trying to do better, yes, but that didn't make him any less of a bastard.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Natasha giving him a look.

"It's just a lot of responsibility is all. What kind of kid wants that?" Danny shot back in return, innocently cocking his head to the side.

It was honestly kinda endearing.

Tony wanted to violently shake him by the shoulders.

"You're not wrong," Steve remarked with a chuckle, clapping Danny on the shoulder. "Good job, Danny. Very impressive." The kid brightened up, shining so bright that Tony had to squint.

"Can I throw it?" Danny asked excitedly, as he turned sharply back to Thor.

The Asgardian just looked amused at this point, chuckling boisterously. "Why, be my guest." He swept a hand towards a nearby target.

"Whoa, nothing expensive please!" Tony shouted just as Danny threw the hammer with stupidly impressive accuracy. It nailed a nearby post spot on, taking off a cardboard head. Thankfully it was only the Hulk and Bruce wasn't here right now.

Danny stretched his hand and sure enough, the hammer came barreling back. Barreling was a good term to use too, seeing as Danny just about got mowed over when he wasn't prepared for the weight this time around.

While Thor tried to help his new favorite human, Tony was just trying not to tear his hair out.

He was too old for this shit.

#halfagone replies #you know...#i might just post this on ao3 #it was very fun!

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chelleztjs18 · 2 years

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The Joker To My Harley (N.R)

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: While Natasha is trying to hide her fear, she gets another surprise. (College AU)

A/n: Welcome to the first fic of my Halloween event! Happy reading!

Warning: Just fluff with Nat, with a little humor and swearing words. lol.

Requested: Yes by @marvelwoman-sugarbaby .

Prompts: 10. "Nope, I'm Not Scared. Not at all." , 11. "Is that red syrup? Please tell me it's red syrup." 12. "I paid $50.00 for this haunted house. I better die."

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Halloween, one of the main things besides the crunchy dead reddish orange leaves that Natasha loves from Fall season. For some reason, Natasha always thought that Fall has a romantic vibe with a little spooky touch in the beginning of it. She loves it that the air feels crisp and cool with falling leaves, let alone the color around. For the spooky side, she loves halloween’s eerie vibes with all the fake decorations but mostly, Natasha loves all the parties.

For people who don’t know her, It is really surprising to know that she loves to party. They will think that she is one of those medical students who loves to study all the time.

Natasha has very good grades in her classes. She loves the major she picks. Sports are her other interest and that’s why she is one of the best softball players in her college team. Like a cherry on top, she also practices martial arts.

Despite all of those interests and qualities she has, there is one thing that nobody really knows, Natasha hates haunted houses. Well, scratch that. Actually, she is scared of them. She thinks it’s ridiculous for one to pay to get in just to be scared in a maze that is called a house. Of course, she doesn’t want anybody to know her weakness, not even her best friend, Wanda.

The idea of telling you about her being scared of going to haunted houses is also a big NO. She likes you, a lot. She wants to give you the best impressions she can. She wants you to see her as someone who is strong and can protect you even though you are older and taller than her.

You and Natasha met at the campus three days seminar that she organized. You were one of the sports medicine doctors at that time. Chemistries and sparks were there between you two. On the last day, she finally gathered herself to ask for your number. Since then, you and Natasha have been talking, spending time or going out together.

“I can’t believe you guys make me do this.” Nat complains complete with a pout and shaking her head.

“Nat, cheer up. It’s not that bad. It will be fun.” Wanda tries to convince her as they are in line to go to a huge haunted house.

“I paid $ 50.00 for this haunted house. I better die.” the redhead with the blonde wig retorts, annoyance sounds crystal clear in her tone. “Well, don’t die please. Don’t you remember that we are going to Bucky’s party after this? You know how he throws parties, it will be awesome!” Pietro’s accent floats into her ears.

“Yeah, Romanoff. You have been excited for this party. Why are you so cranky? Is it because your girlfriend can’t come?” Tony teases through his question.

“Because I don’t know what’s the fun of going to this haunted house before we go to Bucky’s party, all dressed up in our costumes. Like I always say, it’s stupid to pay to go to haunted house just to be scared by the people who works here. Also, y/n is not my girlfriend..yet.” Natasha’s disappointment shows up on her face as she said the last sentence.

Natasha almost didn’t want to come to the party after she found out that you can’t come with her due to your work trip to another state. She has been talking about this party and telling their best friends how much she hopes that she will go with you as a couple. As much as she wants it to happen, you haven't made your move just yet and it starts to concern her if you really want to be in a relationship with her.

If it wasn't for her friends' constant teasing and invitation, she wouldn't be standing here in her Harley Quin costume.

"Not yet? I thought that you two had been going out together many times?" Vision expresses his curiosity as he hugs Wanda from behind.

"Yes, they have, Vis but y/n haven't made a move yet." Wanda answers on her behalf.

“Yeah, maybe she’s too busy with her work to think about it.” The Russian asserts. Her hopes disintegrated.

“Then make a move. Why wait for her? You have been the one who do it. You asked her number and you asked her out too. So, take control of it.” The silver haired Maximoff twins chimes in nonchalantly

“Pietro is right, Nat. Just ask her when she comes back. Then see what she said and you know what to do after that.” The younger Sokovian shows her agreement with her brother.

“Yeah, even if I’m gonna do it, she’s not here now. This is ridiculous, I’m here all dressed up like Harley Quinn but without my Joker, to get jump scared before going to a party.” she stated as her jaw clenched right after that. Disappointment sagged through her. She gave you a hint a few times how much she is really into you and wants to be your girlfriend and her halloween costume is one of them. She told you that she will be Harley Quin and you’ll be her Joker. You laughed as you agreed to her easily but that was it. She started to think if you are that oblivious.

“Well, alright Joker-less Harley, stop complaining…because it is our turn to get in. Ladies first..” Tony teases his shorter best friend and swings his hand towards the entrance of the haunted house to let Natasha to walk in first.

"And.. Why do I have to go in first?” She asks.

“Uh, because we are in the front line.” Tony replied quickly. With that Natasha walks in, followed by the rest of them. Little does she know, Tony and the others are helping you to plan for Nat a surprise visit so she can go to the party with you, as a couple.

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Fake screams fill the room. Sudden loud bangs force its way to be heard and Natasha jumps a little because of that. Everybody knows Nat swears but the frightening intensity in the room really brings the amount of swearing words jumps out of her lips a lot more. She bit back a scream so she won’t look like a scaredy pants. Tony and Pietro are here so she knows better not to scream if she doesn’t want them to keep making fun of her for the whole semester.

Sinister laughs echo loudly. Her heart pounding fast, she swears she can hear it. She grabs Tony’s hand so tightly. “Argh, Romanoff, you are killing me. That hurts!” Tony exclaimed.

“Shut up Tony! That’s what you got when you make me to go into this fucking haunted house.” She answers but her eyes carefully looking around, preparing if someone jumps in front of her again. Wanda follows behind her with Vision and Pietro.

Wanda notices how tense Natasha is but it doesn’t stop her to poke fun out of it. “Watch out over there, Nat!” She screams behind her with a sudden fake warning to scare her. Of course, Natasha lets out a panic scream as her body jolts and she raises both of her hands up. “Arrgh! What the hell, Wanda?!” she complains in such exasperation after she realizes what Wanda was up to. Her eyebrows furrowed, the color drained out of her face. Wanda laughs out loud with the others.

“I didn’t know that the tough Natasha is actually a scaredy cat.” Vision joked as he snorted a laugh. “Aw, Natty, are you scared?” Pietro asks her in a teasing baby-talk then laughs a little more as they all keep walking, slowly.

“Nope, I’m not scared. Not at all.” Natasha denies it wholeheartedly even though she is internally screaming.

“Then walk in front of us if you are not scared.” Tony slightly pushes Natasha to walk in front of everybody as if she is the leader of the group. “Gosh, I hate you guys.” she mumbles under her breath as she continues to walk further to save her dignity. One killer clown shows up and growls so loud in front of her. Natasha screams “Oh for fuck sake! Come on! A fucking killer clown? Seriously? I swear I will kick–” before even Natasha can finish her words, fog was blown and floating in her surroundings. The loud sound of the fog machine's sudden blows really made her stomach knotted.

“Tony, you better walk side by side with me.” Natasha demands, vexation sounds obvious in her voice. She didn’t get any response from Tony and that’s when she realizes that his hand is no longer in her grip. She doesn’t hear her friends’ voices nor laughters. She turns around only to find none of them there.

“Guys? Oh come on! This is not funny! Get your asses here right this second!” Natasha yells in whispers frustratedly. She still gets no answer as she looks around to find them.

“Wanda! If you don’t show up, you're gonna have to cook and do dishes for a freaking whole month for me, Wands!” She warns her roommate. “Tony, I don’t care, your dad is going to pay hospital bill of any ghosts or clowns or whoever jumps in front of my fucking face again that I will punch!” This time her warning is louder. She waits for a few seconds, hoping they will show up but it’s all the same.

“Alright! All of you forgot I drove here with you guys. I’m gonna leave you guys here! I swear I will!” Natasha drops her last ultimatum. She takes a deep breath and positions her clenched fists in front of her as if she is ready to fight while she walks further.

You chuckle a little behind the stack of hays, seeing how adorable yet feisty she is. Fortunately, she didn’t hear it. Tony’s friend let you hide before they came, you are all dressed up as The Joker to match with her couple theme costume. You tiptoe slowly, get closer from behind. You are thrilled that your plan works.

As soon as your hand gently grabs her shoulder, Natasha gasps and turns around quickly. Everything happens so fast, you didn’t even see her fist come to you. Before you know it, a hard punch lands on your nose. You saw a flash of light for a second. Pain shoots up to your nose.

In a millisecond, you scream in pain. “Ouuuch! MY NOSE!!!” both of your hands cover your hurt nose. “Oh my God! That hurts!” You exclaimed in agony one more time as you randomly paced back and forth, then slightly bending over with your eyes closed, trying to suppress the pain. She instantly recognizes your voice.

“Y/n? Y/n, is that you?” Natasha looks closer to you.

“Yes, Natty! It’s me!” You answered as you shook your head as if it helps to shake the pain away.

“Oh my God! Why are you– What are you doing here?!” She asks and she grabs you by your shoulder, to look at you and make sure you are okay. Confusion screams loud through her facial expression.

“Why did you punch me?” You ask and finally Wanda, Vision, Tony and Pietro show up.

“Well, you grabbed my shoulder when you are all in psycho criminal clown makeup in the middle of a haunted house, what do you expect?” she points out her reason while she helps you to stand up straight.

“Oh my god, y/n! Are you okay?” Wanda asks worriedly. “Geez, Nat. You punched her pretty good.” Pietro comments.

“I told you, this would be a bad idea.” Tony casually remarks at you.

“Wait, you guys know that Y/n was here?” Natasha questions. “Yes, Nat. They know. I wanted to give you–” You halfway answer her until Nat interrupts her in such a panic tone.

“Is that red syrup? Please tell me it’s red syrup.” Her eyes widened as she pointed at the blood that slowly flows out of your nose and asks. “What do you expect to come out after you punch someone in the nose, Nat?” You return her own words in a playful sarcasm after you try to hold your nose, preventing more blood from coming out. Medic came with a first aid kit and security led all of you out of the haunted house safely.

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"I'm sorry y/n. I didn't know it was you." She apologizes genuinely as her hand rubs your back. "It's okay, Nat. I just want to surprise you because my work was done early." You explain.

"Well, you really did." She giggles and her cheeks turn rosie. Nat is very excited that you came back from your trip, her eyes drinking the view of you in awe.

Seeing you put effort into wearing the joker costume just how she wants it to go to the party with her makes her feel giddy. Her green eyes sparkling with little hearts but she is more concerned about your pain and she selflessly decides "Guys, I'm not gonna go to the party. I will drop you off and I will take care of Y/n, she is still in pain." Natasha announced.

Her friends look as surprised as you are with what they just heard and then they avert their gaze at you because they know that it's not your plan. "What? No.. No.. I’m okay. We are still going. That's why I'm here, to go to the party with you, as your girlfriend." You hold her hand and you look her in the eye.

Nat softly gasps from your words. Her heart skittered. She can't help herself to smile. Her eyes twinkle. "W-what?" She asks in excited disbelief.

"Yes, Natasha. You have my heart since the first time our eyes met. Every little thing you do, I adore them all. Can I be your girlfriend?” You ask as both of you stand closer to each other, one of your hands gently pushes away her red hair. Her spirit soared and happiness bloomed inside her. Your heart leaped, exultation surged through you.

The gap between your and her face is slowly thinning. “Yes, of course. I thought you’d never ask.” she answers in soft whisper, her soothing voice sounds like melody. Her smile is one of the best things about her you see. As soon as your lips almost reach her into a kiss you hear a phone camera click. Both of you look at where the sound comes from.

“I will definitely not forget this picture. Where else can you see a joker with a napkin shoved up in her nose almost kissing her Harley Quinn with a messy crooked wig, right?” Tony teases and then shows it to Wanda, Pietro and Vision.

Pietro laughs out loud. “I am so not letting this go for the whole semester, Romanoff.”

Wanda laughs a little. “Guys, come on. Let them have their moment. Okay, Y/n, Nat, don’t listen to these idiots and have your kiss.” She looks at both of you in adoration then pulls Tony and Pietro by their ears to walk away from you and Nat.

You pull out the napkin out of your nose. “There, no more napkins in the nose.” You joke. “Be careful, I don’t want the red syrup all over my face after I kiss you.” Natasha replies with another joke and with that her hands cup your face and pull you to give you her sweet kiss. Her kiss that’s sweeter than any halloween treats.

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poke-me-with-a-stick · 1 year

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Chapter 16 of 'Artificial Wingman!'

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Harley dabbs at one of the small cuts on the kid's face as her girlfriend stares at her. Truth be told, it wasn't one of the craziest stories she had ever shared, not even top ten on the list, but it was odd enough. It wasn't every day your girlfriend stumbles into your house, bruised and bloody, carrying a teenager. But a teenager was hardly something to bat an eye at compared to some of the other stuff Harley has dragged home. One of the first living beings though. Most other still alive people she drags in wind up in one of Ivy's greenhouses. Dead bodies make excellent fertilizer.

"Okay." Ivy sighed, dropping her head into her hands. "I'm going to pretend that you didn't just tell me you kidnapped an already kidnapped kid that you've only met once." Standing, she made her way into the kitchen. "What do you want for dinner?" She called over her shoulder.

"Eh, how about pizza?" Harley yelled back, throwing away the brownish red paper towel and grabbing one of the themed bandaids from the open first aid kit. A Robin themed one, she noted as she peeled the paper back and stuck it over the small cut. The teen didn't so much as twitch as she worked, completely passed out.

"Pizza? Really?" Came the reply. "We had pizza two days ago." Shuffling noises reached her as Ivy came back, holding a small pile of takeout menus. Bud and Lou followed close on her heels, splitting from her as soon as they spotted Harley. Bounding over, they sniffed at her and the boy. 'Danny,' she remembered suddenly. 'Well, it's nice to have a name for the face.'

"Alright. How about…" She glanced up from where she had moved to the teen's wrists, cutting through the ropes with a pair of scissors. "Chinese food."

Ivy scrunched her nose slightly at that. "I don't know, didn't you really piss off that one lady at our usual go-to spot?" Harley thought about it for a minute.

"Yeah." She conceded. "But they deserved it!" The owner's son had no right to flirt with her like that! Especially not with Ivy standing right next to her the entire time.

"Her son flirting with you isn't necessarily a good reason to set Bud and Lou loose in the restaurant." Ivy pointed out.

"I disagree," she wiped antibacterial cream over the forming rashes, frowning sympathetically at the agitated skin. That's gonna hurt later. "But okay, so no Chinese. What about Batburger?"

Ivy shook her head. "No, the one near here is closed because of Joker's gas. So are the other three that we use as backups." Harley frowned.

"Tacos?"

"Last night's dinner."

"Denny's?"

"Not after the Bane incident."

"Fried Chicken?" Ivy glared at her. "Okay, that one's obvious. Umm… Pizza?" Ivy sighed.

"Pizza soun's good." A male voice commented.

(Pizza sounds good.)

Both of their eyes snapped down to the teen, who was now awake. Or, more awake than he was a second ago. His eyes were glazed over, and he didn't look all that present mentally. Yet… "I cou'd go f'r pizza. 's long as it don't eat me f'rst." His words were slurred, a bit off kilter. Like he wasn't meaning to talk.

(I could go for pizza. As long as it doesn't eat me first.)

Harley shot Ivy a look. Her girlfriend sighed. "I'll give Tony's a call." She relented.

"Yay!" Harley cheered, high-fiving the dazed teen. He gave her a long, slow blink before wiggling his fingers.

"I f'lt that." He stated, letting his hand fall back onto his stomach. "I couldn' earl'er."

(I felt that. I couldn't earlier.)

"Yeah, sounds like you got hit with the good stuff." Harley commented. He blinked again, his eyes drifting over the room before landing on her. Another long blink.

"Hey, I know you." He told her, his words more clear this time. Like he was focused on saying them properly. She smirked at him.

"You were definitely hit by somethin'." She patted his head before turning and cutting his feet loose. 'Huh, he's missing a shoe.'

"Flower shop lady." He let his eyes fall closed for a long moment, so long she thought he had passed back out. That was disproved when he opened them again. "Harley." The name was whispered, like he was telling himself. The teen gave himself a little nod, his bangs falling over his face with the action.

Harley laughed at him, leaning over to push the locks out of his face before going back to his ankles. Thankfully, the worst of his injuries were slight bruises and a bit of rope burn.

Pinning the last bandage in place, the woman picks the teen's feet off her lap and stands, stretching. "How ya feelin', Danny?" She asks, packing the first aid supplies away.

"Feel?" He murmurs. "I feel… Fuzzy. Numb. Hungry? Yeah, 'm hungry." He turns his head to the side, catching sight of Bud, who was staring at him curiously. "Dog?" The teen questions, reaching his hand out to pet the hyena.

Bud allows it. More than allows it, actually. Harley stares at the usually aggressive animal in slight surprise as he shoves his head into the teenager's hand, his tail thumping loudly against the furniture. Lou slips up next to him, nudging Danny's other hand impatiently. "Two dogs?" He lifted his other hand to pet Lou, his fingers clumsily sliding over their fur. " 'm in heav'n." The boy slurred.

Harley laughed at him, leaning over and scratching Lou behind the ear. "They aren't dogs, Danny boy." She told him.

He glanced over at her, blinking again. 'Kinda like Selina's cats,' She couldn't help but compare. "Dogs." He told her, looking away again when Bud's tongue swiped across his face, making the teen sputter in surprise. Harley rolled her eyes. "Since ya like the 'dogs' so much, I suppose you will be okay with 'em for a bit?" The boy didn't even acknowledge her as she left the room, his attention solely on Bud and Lou. Harley shook her head as she rounded the corner of the hallway, stepping into her's and Ivy's bedroom. She found Ivy leaning against the wall beside their bedroom window, staring out it as she spoke on the phone. "-yeah. That'll be good. Thanks." With a beep, she hung up, turning when she heard Harley approach. "Pizza should be here in about twenty minutes." She said, leaning from the wall to Harley's shoulder.

"Great. I get the feelin' that Danny'll be pretty hungry." Harley pushed a strand of brilliant red hair behind Ivy's ear.

Ivy glanced at her. "Is the kid alright?" She asked.

"Yeah, seems pretty out of it. Like he's high or somethin'. But he's alright. I left him with Bud and Lou." Her girlfriend raised an eyebrow at the nonchalantly statement, but said nothing, turning back to stare out the window. Harley followed her gaze, basking in a rare moment of calm.

The moment was broken by the doorbell ringing. "Huh." Ivy looked at her phone. "Weird. It hasn't been twenty minutes." She stood straight and headed towards the door. Harley followed not too far behind her, snagging her bat as she passed it. After the experience she had just had, she wasn't taking any chances.

She watched from the shadows of the hallway as Ivy opened the door. "You're not pizza." Ivy glared at whoever was on the other side of the door.

"No, I'm not. Sorry to disappoint." A young female voice responded, a bit of sass in her tone. "I'm looking for my little brother. Have you seen a teenager, around 15, 16'ish in age, about five three, with black hair and blue eyes?" Ivy shot a look at Harley, tilting her head towards the kid and raising her eyebrow in question.

Harley shook her head and shrugged, before an idea struck her. Ask for a name, she mouthed at the redhead. Ivy nodded and turned back towards the stranger. "Does your brother have a name?"

The woman was silent for a moment, her shoe audibly scuffing against the steps. "Danny." She answered eventually. "His name is Danny. Have you seen him?"

Ivy glanced back at Harley. The woman nodded, lowering her bat but keeping it in a tight grip. "Yeah. He's here." Ivy told the stranger, opening the door wider and waving her in. The first glimpse of the stranger that Harley caught was her bright ginger hair, held back from her face by a teal headband, leaving matching teal eyes visible as she glanced around the living room. Her shoulders were tense as she looked around, probably looking for hidden dangers and mapping out escape routes. Or maybe Harley had been spending too much time around the bats.

The tension bled from the young woman's shoulders as her eyes fell on her brother, who was still busy petting the hyenas. A sigh of relief escaped her as she hurried over, dropping to her knees beside the couch. "Danny?" She whispered gently, placing a hand on the teen's shoulder.

The teen looked up, his eyes widening as he saw who had called his name. "Jazz!" He called out loudly, startling everyone in the room as he lunged to envelope the woman in a loose hug. The redhead, Jazz, let put an "oof!" sound in surprise, but returned the gesture, keeping the young man from falling off the couch. "Wh't 'r you doin' here?" He asked, blinking blearily at her.

She laughed, pushing his hair back in a sisterly gesture. "What, you really didn't expect me to come after you?" Carefully, she pushed him back down onto the couch, gently pulling his arms from around her shoulders. "But never mind me, what happened to you?"

Danny fell quiet for a minute, clearly thinking hard. "Weeeell," the word was drawn out and slightly slurred. "Th' love potion w'rked, but this r'lly pretty guy f'll out of th sky an' land'd in it. He f'll in love w'th me, and kin'a br'ke tha p'rtal gun b'fore ki'nappin' me. An' f'r tha past week, I've b'n runnin' aroun' m'kin' a new potion. Don't r'lly know if it w'rk'd though, 'cause th're was a crowd, an' I lost R'bin, an' then th're w's this dude in a cl'wn m'sk, an' this weird gas, an' ev'rythin' went fuzzy. Th'n there was th's moldy eggplant g'y, he had a r'lly gross la'gh. But I bit 'em, an' he thr'w me, and I ate some rope. Th'n I was here, with tha nice dogs, and th're's gonna be pi'zza!" The teen rambled about his experiences, his words barely understandable to the two women watching the interaction in a mixture of confusion and interest.

(Weeeell, the love potion worked, but this really pretty guy fell out of the sky and landed in it. He fell in love with me, and kinda broke the portal gun before kidnapping me. And for the past week, I've been running around making a new potion. Don't really know if it worked though, 'cause there was a crowd, and I lost Robin, and then there was this dude in a clown mask, and this weird gas, and everything went fuzzy. Then there was this moldy eggplant guy, he had a really gross laugh. But I bit him and he threw me, and I ate some rope. Then I was here, with the nice dogs, and there's gonna be pizza!)

Jazz, however, seemed to understand him just fine. She nodded along as he excitedly told his tale, expertly dodging stray hands as her brother animatedly talked. When he was finally finished, she patted his knee. "Well, it sounds like quite the adventure."

"Uh-huh." The teen agreed, his attention straying back to the hyenas. His sister made no move to stop him as he reached out to pet Lou again.

"Alright, you rest up, m'kay? I'm here now." The teen's eyes flickered to her as she stood up, but his attention was claimed by Bud's wet nose pushing into his cheek. Jazz walked towards the two women, who had retreated to the kitchen in hopes of not looking too nosey. Well, Ivy had retreated, Harley had been dragged out of the living room. Still, both of them looked up when she stopped a few feet away. "Thank you for looking after my brother. He tends to be a danger magnet when left alone." Her hand drifted up to her neck, rubbing her nape as she spoke.

"It's not a problem! Danny's welcome here anytime!" Harley crowed from her seat on the counter, her legs swinging as she shoved her hand into a bag of chocolate chips she had procured from the cabinet. Jazz smiled at her gratefully.

"Oh!" The girl perked up suddenly. "I haven't introduced myself, have I? My name is Jasmine, but most people call me Jazz." She held her hand out to Ivy, who just so happened to be closest.

"Ivy. It's nice to meet you, Jasmine." Ivy shook the girl's hand.

Harley tossed her treat to the side, hopping off the counter. "Harley Quinn, nice ta meetcha!" She took Jazz's hand in hers, shaking firmly, before letting go at the sound of the doorbell again. "Ooh! That must be the pizza!" Before either of them could react, the woman was off. Ivy sighed at her girlfriend's antics, following after her girlfriend a bit slower, keeping pace with Jazz.

"Is she always like that?" The woman asked curiously.

Ivy snorted. "You have no idea."

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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 10 months

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lil IronFam prompt if ur interested, Peters had a bad day and just needs cheering up so Tony tickles him and eventually harley pokes his head round the door and is like why did no one invite me to the party?? so he starts tickling his brother as well. just lots fluff and love please

So You Had a Bad Day

Summary: See prompt above ❤️

(Ironfam fluff as requested Anon ❤️ I may have switched a couple things just to change things up a little bit, I hope that's okay ❤️ hope you still enjoy and that you guys have a great week ❤️ :))

Peter flopped onto his bed. Today had been his roughest day in a while. Between school and Spiderman, the boy was physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausted.

All he wanted to do was sleep till next week.

A knock on the door ruined those plans.

"Go away," Peter replied.

The door opened and something was thrown on top of him. "Left your backpack in the living room Parker."

"Ow!"

"What's wrong? Your spider tingles broken?"

Peter threw a pillow at the door. "Go away Harvey."

The older boy missed the pillow. "Alright, sheesh."

Peter had his back turned to the door, but he could clearly see the hallway light reflecting on his wall. "I said go away."

"I will." The same pillow from before smacked the young teen's head. "After you take back your crap back."

With a frustrated huff, Peter threw the pillow down beside his bed. "Would you knock it off?"

"Stop throwing things at me and I will."

"You're so annoying!" Peter curled into a ball. "Just leave me alone."

A silence fell over the room. For a brief moment, Peter thought Harvey had left.

"What's wrong with you?"

Peter sat up and whirled around to glare at the older boy. "Everything is wrong with me Harvey! School sucks, the city sucks, I suck, everything freaking sucks!"

Harvey held up his hands. "Calm down spiderkid."

"Spiderman."

"Anyway, this sounds like a typical Tuesday---."

"It's Wednesday."

The older boy looked to very close to straggling his surrogate brother. "Would you shut up for five seconds and listen?"

"Five."

"Peter---."

"Four."

"Not what I---."

"Three."

"Peter."

"Two."

"Peter!"

"One."

Harvey threw his hands up. "I give up."

"Then just leave! The door is right there."

A surprised look came over Harvey's face. "Are you kidding me? After all of the crap you gave me about opening up when things are bothering me you don't even have the decency to do the same!"

The young teen glanced away.

". . . Look Parker, I'm sorry I snapped at you." Harvey sat on the bed. "I'm not good at this whole talk things through."

It took a nudge for Peter to finally look up.

Harvey patted the bed near him. "But come on, we'll figure this out."

With great hesitation, Peter plopped on the bed next to Harvey.

The older boy adjusted so he was laying beside him with one arm behind his head. "Alright, roll film."

Peter shrugged. "Was just a crappy day."

"Come on Pete, after all of the times I tell you to shut up you finally get the chance to talk and you don't take it?"

" . . . I got into a fight."

Immediately, Harvey turned to the younger boy. "You?"

Peter nodded.

"You fought in school?"

"You don't have to say it like that---."

"What, like I'm proud?" Harvey slapped Peter's shoulder. "Dude, you got into a fight at school. That's sick!"

Peter furrowed his eyebrows together. "It's what?"

"You know, it's awesome."

"Really?"

"Heck yeah! It won't be when Tony finds out, but come on. You took down someone and, considering you're not front page news, no one found out you were Spiderman!"

"And that's sick?"

Harvey shoved his brother's shoulder. "Sick, dope, happening, whatever you call it. It's still awesome."

That single comment brought a smile to Peter's face. "Thanks I guess."

"Now when Tony finds out, you agree not to do it again alright . . . But one of us will be proud."

Peter blushed and looked away.

"Come on." Harvey nudged. "I know that's not the only thing. What else happened?"

The younger boy shrugged. "Just a stubborn criminal and a horrible news reporter who dragged Spiderman through the mud."

"Sorry bout that Pete."

Peter shrugged. "It happens."

"Still. You do all this work for Queens and someone decides to rip you to shreds for it . . . Gotta sting."

"You're not wrong."

After the comment, both boys fell quiet. It wasn't a tense quiet, but a nice quiet that let the words digest.

Suddenly, the quiet was broken by Harvey sitting up. "Hey, do me a favor."

"What?"

The older boy grabbed a pillow. "Tell me their names."

"What?"

"Tell me their names." Harvey plopped the pillow over Peter's face. "So I can punch their stupid faces."

"Hey!"

As Peter struggled to get the pillow off of his face, Harvey gave light playful punches to the pillow. "Like this! And this! And this!"

"Ack! Hehey! Knock ihit ohoff!"

The older boy smirked. "Or, I could give them one of these."

Before Peter could ask, Harvey dug one of his hands into the young teen's armpit.

Peter squealed as he turtled on to one side. "HARVEY!"

"A few armpit tickles should take care of them no problem!"

The young teen pushed on the older boy's hand. "HARVEHEY! NOO!"

"You're right Parker." The hand in Peter's armpit moved to pinch his ribs. "Rib pinches would be way more effective."

"AHH! NAAAA!" A little extra wiggling brought Peter's face out from under the pillow. "YOU JEHERK!"

Harvey chuckled at the red faced giggling mess that was his surrogate brother. "Yeheah, rib pinches are extremely effectihive."

With a snort, Peter curled into a ball as he tried to grab Harvey's wrists. "NOT THERE! NOHOT THEHERE!"

"Not where?" Harvey's hands dug into his lower ribs. "Not here?"

"AH!"

The older boy kept one hand on the attack while the other scratched at his face. He had attempted to grow a beard like Tony but it aggrevated his face. He had almost shaved it this morning. Now he was glad he hadn't because an idea popped into his head.

"What is it Tony likes to do?" Harvey dragged a finger along Peter's tummy that had been exposed from his wriggling. "Use his secret weapon?"

A hand pushed at Harvey's face. "Don't you eheven thihink about ihit!"

The older boy pinned his surrogate brother's wrists. "Already have."

A moment later, Peter squealed as Harvey rubbed his face across his tummy. "NAHAHA--snort--THAT SUHUCKS!"

"What do you need to say if you want to stop?"

The words would be reassuring if they weren't spoken directly into his tummy. "I know! Ihi knohow!"

"Well . . ."

Peter bit his lip. He was having to much fun to call it quits.

"That's what I thought."

"Shut uhup!"

Harvey repinned Peter's wrists. "Bite me."

Another squeal rang through the room as Harvey buried his face back into Peter's tummy. He was having almost as much fun as Peter. Then he decided to amp it up by blowing raspberries into the young teen's tummy.

Peter straight up cackled at the ticklish sparks shooting across his stomach. The stubbly facial hair rooted out any snorts that may be hiding. "JEHERK!"

Harvey lifted his head. "Is that the only insult you got?"

"What is going on in here?" A new voice exclaimed. "Why does it sound like someone is dying?"

Both boys froze as Tony walked through the bedroom door.

The billionaire scientist leaned against the doorframe. "Care to explain?"

"I'm just tickling him Tony." The older boy pinched Peter's cheek. "He's just too cute."

Peter pulled his face away. "Shut uhup!"

"Odd, usually you need a motive to launch a tickle attack."

Harvey rolled his eyes. "He was having a rough day. I was trying to be nice."

Tony moved to sit on the bed. "Aww, aren't you a sweetheart."

The older boy glared as Peter snickered. "I'm not!"

"But come on, you didn't invite me to the party?"

Both Harvey and Tony grinned as Peter's eyes went comically wide. "Tony yohou traitohor!"

"Oh please." The older scientist patted Peter's leg. "If he hadn't, I would."

"Ihi know."

"But hey, you and I are having a talk about this later alright?"

The young teen nodded. "Okahay."

"For now, I think you need a bigger smile on that face of yours."

Immediately, Peter was returned to a cackling, squirming mess as Tony added his own raspberries to his tummy. "EEEK!"

Harvey playfully pouted. "Hey! I had that spot first!"

"Oh? Is that a challenge?"

"Wahait! Whahat!"

"You're on old man!" Harvey handed him one of Peter's arms. "First one to make him squeal gets to blow raspberries."

"Are yohou crazy!"

Tony took the arm and pinned it with his knee. "Deal!"

"You twoho ahare trying toho kill mehe!"

"Come on, you're not even tired out yet." A quick side squeeze got a squeak. "You can handle a quick bet underoos."

A different hand spidered down his side, producing another squeak. "Don't you trust us Petey?"

"Yohou shohould behe in aha horrohor moviEEE!"

"Oo, that was closer." Tony continued his rib attack. "But not quite a squeal."

"YOHOU'RE EVIL!"

Harvey's finger started doing spirals around Peter's tummy. "I bet I know where those squeals are hiding."

"Dohon't yohou dahare Harvey!"

The finger circled closer. "Don't what?"

"Yohou knohow whahat!"

"No I don't." By now, his finger was circling the rim of Peter's belly button. "That's why I'm asking you."

Peter growled through his giggles.

"I'm so scared," Harvey teased as he wiggled his finger inside the teen's belly button.

And Peter squealed.

"Ha!" The older boy pulled his finger out. "I get to blow the raspberries."

Tony playfully pushed Harvey. "No fair! You already did a bunch."

Peter squirmed. "Neitheher ohof yohou could blow thehem!"

"Hush underoos." Tony readjusted. "No need to get impatient."

Meanwhile, Harvey smirked. "If we both want to blow them, why don't we?"

"Whahat!"

"What a great idea Harvey," Tony grinned.

"You take the right, I'll take the left."

"Guys! Guhuys!"

"You're on!"

Before Peter could get out another protest, both Tony and Harvey dove down to blow raspberries into his tummy.

The young teen went ballistic. One person blowing them was torturous, but two people blowing them left Peter a high-pitched cackling extremely squirmy mess underneath the two tickle monsters.

But all fun has it's limits. "UNCLE! UHUNCLLLLE!"

Immediately, both Harvey and Tony pulled away.

The young teen rolled on to his side and wrapped his arms around his middle. "N-noho m-mohore."

"Are ya in a better mood now?" Tony asked.

Peter nodded. "Yehes."

"You know what Petey?" Harvey ruffled his hair. "I think I'm gonna use raspberries on those meanies."

Peter playfully shoved his surrogate brother. "Jeherk."

Tony cocked his head. "Meanies?"

Harvey held up a hand. "That's Spideykid's story to tell later."

"I'm rihight here!"

The older boy dropped the blanket over Peter's head. "That's Spideykid's story to tell later."

Tony shook his head as Peter popped his head back out to glare at his brother. "You can tell me later kihid, but we are going to talk."

Peter nodded. "I knohow. Ihi will."

"Come on." The older scientist stood. "Let's grab Morgan and order some pizza."

Both boys jumped up. "Pizza?"

Tony shrugged as he headed toward the door. "Why not? It's Friday night."

"But it's Wednesday."

Harvey elbowed Peter and hissed, "Shut up or he'll order anchovies!"

"Come on slow pokes, let's go," Tony called again before he disappeared down the hall.

Harvey playfully shoved Peter. "Last one to the kitchen is stupid!"

"Hey!" Peter raced after the older boy. "Cheater!"

Harvey stuck his tongue out. "Come and catch me Spideykid!"

"It's Spiderman!" Peter followed him around the corner. "And you know it!"

Yet however annoying his family could be, Peter was thankful to have them. They could make a rough day seem better and could change his bad attitude into good.

So when he finally tackled Harvey to the floor, Peter flopped on top of him and wrapped him in a hug.

"What are you doing?" Harvey asked.

"Saying thanks for putting up with me."

The older boy tried to cover up a smile, but Peter caught the edges of it. "You're welcome Parker. . . Now move your butt before you squash me."

"But you're so comfy!"

Harvey pushed on the teen. "Peter, if you don't get off, I'm going to tickle you again!"

Peter stayed quiet, but he didn't move.

"Really?"

"Shut uhup!"

Harvey smirked before digging in to Peter's neck. "You're lucky you're cute, otherwise I'd kill your annoying butt."

The teen dissolved into squealy giggles as Harvey tickled him again. Meanwhile, he could hear Morgan begging Tony for cheese pizza as he talked over the phone.

Yeah his family was crazy, but he wouldn't change them for the world.

#lee peter 1 #ler harvey #ler tony stark #ironfam #ticklefic

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perpetuelledaydreaming · 2 years

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Cruel intentions | chapter five

summary: you are really trying to get to know peter's friends but you want to kick one in the balls while you are sure that you have a girl crush on the other.

warnings: alcohol and outing people

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After a few beats of silence and as you ponded on his words. Peter finally gave you the address to the party, which wasn’t far from where you were, you just had to go uptown. You asked him if there was any way your car wouldn’t get stolen and he had assured you that the owner of the place had parking.

Indeed, he did.

You knew Peter had gone to Midtown Tech but the building you were walking to, god, it didn’t scream Queens to you. He had quickly explained that the party was from a friend who was called Flash, Flash Thompson and that his parents owned a hotel chain. Which explained the extravagant building and the even more extravagant penthouse. You remembered going to school with people like Flash Thompson, it just surprised you a bit that maybe Peter’s life and yours were somehow more similar than what you’d expected.

“Peter!” you turned toward the voice as soon as the elevator doors opened. Peter offered for you to walk in first but you shook your head as you pointed to the guy that was already with his arms open to receive Peter.

You trailed behind him as you looked around. The place was big, flashy, and loud, many people were dancing and a DJ was already there, apparently, they had started the party early. You recalled parties like this, this was the type of party you would’ve attended right after your coma when people would start saying you were gone off the rails. Stories from those parties would plague the school on Monday morning as you walked through the halls, it came to the point where you decided to stop attending does and simply go to clubs.

Big parties with many people, such as the ones in the clubs were so private and intimate because no one was really watching you but the parties like the one you were in at the moment were so public, that everyone knew what you were doing.

“Ned,” Peter said, his expression cheerful and warm.

The two of them exchanged a hug, a real hug. The type of hug he had given you mere hours before, was an actual display of actual affection. You knew right away they were close and that most probably than not, they were best friends.

You were right.

“I thought you wouldn’t come,” Ned said, as they started an intricate handshake.

You frowned at his words, Tony didn’t like to force you and Harley (and you imagined Peter too) to work until too late, although he did and eventually you did as well but he let it be your decision. Nonetheless, you’d never seen Peter Parker on Stark Tower later than 9:00 pm and only on work days, today was a Saturday and he was usually out by the early afternoon.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Peter replied before he swing his gaze over to you. “Ned, this is…”

“y/n Stark!” the giddy boy shouted and you wince at his tone.

It was a reaction you often got before when you were still Avenging. Now, although it still happened from time to time, people simply started to take pictures of you on their phones and not bother you. You had perfected your resting bitch face which managed to keep them away and when you were outside of the country or in a rough shape *cough* when you were too drunk to stand *cough* you had Happy protecting you as best as he could. From time to time you did stop if a child wanted to talk to you about something but it was rare now that you’d been years off the gig.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” you said before kissing him on the cheek politely, Ned simply smiled warmly and nodded but before he could even speak another guy walked in.

“Oh my god, it’s…” he muttered, walking past Ned and even Peter, just stopping right in front of you, part of you wanting to give a step back because of how close he was. “y/n stark?”

You didn’t nod or moved. You stay still as if that would prevent him from seeing you but it didn’t, he was awestruck by you. If this was you in your normal day to day you would’ve kicked him away for even coming as close as he was to you, but you were with Peter and Peter didn’t have to know that, Peter was soft and you couldn’t be rough, you needed to stick to the plan and therefore, you physically had to restrain yourself from knocking him out. Although he seemed like the type of guy that needed to be knocked out for once, he had a smug face, a lousy mustache, too much hair gel on his hair and he stunk of a cologne that he had surely stolen from his dad’s bathroom.

“Hi Flash, nice to see you too,” Peter immediately intervened before walking closer to you, suddenly you felt his hand on the small of your back as if he was protecting you.

Your gaze flash at him quickly and you could see the frown on his face. You hated to admit it but it made your heart leap in your throat.

“Hey Penis Parker,” he said glancing at Peter for a millisecond before his eyes were back to you. “I’m a fan,” he finally said.

“Okay…” you replied dryly before he nodded and turned toward the rest of the people.

Instinctively, Peter tried to grab Flash but he was a bit behind.

“Hey, look who's here to my party!” he managed to scream at the top of his lungs, people turned to him and he wanted to die right there and then. “Y/N ST-!” he managed to get out before Peter was covering his mouth harshly.

Nonetheless, it seemed like he was too late. People turned and although many didn’t give you a second look, many more did and started to whisper. You were somehow used to it, it didn’t matter that it made you feel a bit like you were drowning, you remembered when you were younger the screams and the seas of people that would follow your dad, which only got bigger when he became Ironman.

On one occasion you were with him, holding his hand tightly as he lead the way in a crowd as you exited Stark Expo, but there were so many people, so many that even Happy lost himself in the crowd and therefore you didn’t have anyone looking out for you from behind. Then, something happened and you let go of Tony’s hand, people pushed and pulled you even though you were young and you felt like you were missing air in your lungs. Soon, everything seemed to be on mute, you could only hear your heartbeat and your shorter exhales and inhales, tears started rolling almost involuntarily before you were found by a journalist who, before he picked you up and helped you, took a picture that landed in a cover questioning Tony as a father.

What didn’t say on the cover was that Tony had been looking for you since you’d let go of his hand and that he had been screaming for you from the top of his lungs. Years later, you wondered if it was the first time you had a panic attack and although you had gotten used to controlling your emotions and the crowds, it still produced the feeling of tightness in your chest.

Like the one, you were feeling at the moment.

“I’m sorry for him,” Peter said softly before he was holding the small of your back and walking you towards the kitchen. As you walked, people turned and stared. You hated it, especially the confusion and disappointment you could see on their faces when they looked from Peter to you. It was almost as if they were wondering how did Peter Parker manage to know her?

“It’s okay,” you lied before you tried to shake the feeling off while you stared at Peter’s chocolate eyes while he walked with you.

“There are two more people you gotta meet,” he said before you turned around and found yourself with a view.

“Hey,” he said as a tall and lanky girl with curly hair raised her gaze from a book and towards where you two were as soon as she heard your voices. She was beautiful, you didn’t know many people who could rock curls in the way she did, but god, she wore them so well. She was wearing some black cargo pants and a purple sweater that fitted nicely.

“Hi Parker,” she said bluntly while raising his chin, she seemed unimpressed with your appearance and you decided that she was cool.

“This is Y/N,” Peter presented you, while you leaned in to shake her hand but she didn’t bother and looked past you to where Flash was.

“He’s a fan of every avenger,” she muttered with a wince and you realized that she felt for you and the little show that Flash had caused with your appearance. “Nice to meet you, though” she replied.

Now, you were the one in awe, a girl reading a book at a party with little to no interest in what people thought about her and she didn’t seem she was even sightless interested in you. It was a breath of fresh air as you stared unable to mutter a word.

“She’s MJ,” Peter muttered while examining your expression.

You turned to him and then to MJ again, you cleared your throat trying to act cool about it.“Nice to meet you too and I can tell,” you replied before nudging your head to the book. “What are you reading?” you asked.

“The bell jar by Sylvia Plath,”

You decided at that moment that if your plan with Peter, for whatever reason, wasn’t exactly successful -although you were planning for it to be you would 100% look up MJ again and hook up with her. MJ was the kind of blunt and confident person you liked to think that you were, and yet you often thought that you tried too hard to be like that. You immediately had a girl crush.

“Oh,” Peter said as you heard a pair of heels against the marble floor of the kitchen and you felt like rolling your eyes.“And this is Gwen,”

Gwen was wearing a simple preppy outfit as she always did, a black skirt with a pair of heels, a white turtle neck sweater, and a black headband that kept her short bob neatly in place. She was still in her usual uniform and you wondered if she ever thought about dressing differently, but you doubt it with how much of a control freak she was. Gwen glared at you as soon as Peter mentioned her name and you probably gave her the fakest smile that you had ever given to someone.

“Oh, we know each other!” you exclaimed warmly but you could feel the coldness on Gwen’s gaze as she heard you.

MJ and Peter both frowned while they looked at you and Gwen, who seemed like she was about to break the red solo cup she had in her hand.

“Really? How?”

“We were in the same class last year,” Gwen replied with disdain as she shrugged.

“It’s such a small world, right?” you said happily as you glanced at Peter, trying to act better than how Gwen was acting at the moment. But as soon as both Peter and MJ turned towards her you glared at her while raising your eyebrows, hoping she would get the clue she had to act right or else…

“You didn’t tell me,” MJ asked Gwen while placing her hand on Gwen’s shoulder and your eyes widened at the sudden touch. Were they fucking?

“Oh, we did a couple of projects together that’s it,” Gwen explained before she turned away from MJ and walked towards you slowly while Peter, MJ, and you followed her with your gaze. “Plus, you know how Y/N is,” she muttered with a tight smile as she took your arm slightly while you squirmed slightly under her touch as you felt her sharp nails almost breaking your skin. “She doesn’t want to call any attention to herself,” she said, sarcasm dripping from her voice and you wanted to punch her.

“Yeah,” you replied tightly. “I really do hate that,” you said before turning towards Gwen and taking her hand away from your skin.

There was a long pause as you and Gwen glared at each other while MJ and Peter simply looked at you with a confused frown. You wondered if they could read your body language if they could grasp the threats that you were throwing at each other just by the way you were looking at her green eyes, the anger and the tightness in your muscles as you recalled how both of your lives could be somehow ruined with the information.

“Okay…” Peter muttered, which make you snap while you turned to him.

“Do you want shots?” you asked, as Gwen went back to her seat next to MJ while she glared at you. “You seem like you need some shots,”

“I think we need some shots,” Peter agreed while he smiled warmly.

You nodded and quickly started to walk towards the bar.

“She’s going to get swarmed,” you heard MJ say as you walked away.

She wasn’t wrong. Everywhere heads were turning as people started to notice who you were, as you asked the impromptu bartender to give you a dozen of shots. You wondered if the novelty of your appearance would die down by the end of the party, you wondered if maybe you would wake up to pictures of you on Twitter or splashed in a magazine. You even wonder if the trouble you were making would actually be worth something.

God, when were you not wondering the last thing?

As if someone had touched you, which was impossible since people simply whispered but stayed away, you turned to look at Peter from the bar. Peter grinned and he looked at you in that way, with those same chocolate eyes in a manner that you believe no one had really looked at you. It was a long, agonizingly slow look that made your heart skip a beat the same way it did when he had hugged you. Held you.

In any other circumstances, you would’ve been long gone if you ever felt your heart twisting in the ways that it was doing right now.

And yet, you stayed there.

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starkerhowlter · 1 year

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Princess Parker -- 8

Rating: M Ship: starker (tony stark / peter parker) Tags: Minor Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - College/University, Fashion Designer Peter Parker, Engineer Student Tony Stark, slow burn, stolen moments Summary: Tony Stark’s in love.

But not with the conventional. Instead, his soulmate is known for temper tantrums about pink lemonades that are too sour and scuffs on the toe of his Louboutin shoes. He’s materialistic, superficial, and cares way too much about his face.

So why can’t Tony stay away?

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As Always, this fic was beta'd by my favorite human in the world: @cozysafechaotic and I couldn't be more thankful! A special shout out as well to my sprinting goblins in the Super Starkers Discord for their believing in this fic and helping me through writing it and nailing down these crazy kids into their lovely selves. Thanks so much, guys.

I apologize for the lack of posting!! It's my last four weeks of university!! :o

8-- Advice Comes From Strange Places

As soon as the door clicks shut, Tony’s mind is spiralling. "Fucking shit." He looks at the poster of Freddie Mercury, "What the hell was that? What did I just do? Did Peter fucking Parker come into my dorm and make out with me against the wall for..." He glances at the clock, "Forty-five minutes? Is it possible to hallucinate something that realistic while hungover?" He stares at the poster, hoping the rock god will reply with answers to the universe. "Fuck I'm not hungover, he's right. Which means... Peter fucking Parker came into my room and made out with me against the wall. Holy shit." He closes his eyes and the memories of the last hour replay in his head. One of his machines whirrs around, providing something for his brain to latch to as he thinks.

He lays back on his bed, hands running through his hair. "March 8th, I called Peter art. March 9th, Peter comes to my dorm and calls me out on my feelings." March 9th, Peter Parker kisses me for forty-five minutes against the wall." he rolls over and looks at the wall, "Now what?" When he meets Freddy's eye again, he glares, "You are no use, y’know that?" He smiles. He is well and truly fucked.

Peter glances back at Tony's seat for the sixth time. By this point, Bucky is raising his eyebrow and giving him a "Can I help you?" expression. He blushes, turns back to his textbook and continues highlighting his notes in pink highlighter. Tony never came to class at all. Gwen, Nat, and Pepper keep glancing at their friend, what happened in the last hour?

At the lunch table, Peter sips his pink berry smoothie, texting quickly. His manicured nails tap against the screen as he texts, they pause briefly and he sets his Starkphone down, the back of the crystal case glittering in the sun. "What was that about?" Loki asks, sitting their panini down in its container, "Is Harley giving you shit again?"

"No, no nothing like--" The phone chirps again, and without finishing the statement, Peter is absorbed in the phone once again.

"Surely you're not texting--" Loki pushes.

"No. It's just my aunt." As if to prove itself, the offender chirps four more times in succession. He continues typing, smoothie melting on the table. "My collection just arrived. She was asking how I wanted it delivered."

"Okay. I was just checking on you, you've been so secretive, Peter." Loki stands and hugs Peter, smiling softly, "I will come to see you later if you want to talk?"

"Yes," he whispers back, "Please do."

"Bye, guys! Love your faces, see you for dinner?"

"I have a date!" Gwen shouts, "But raincheck! I will tell you guys about him tomorrow at brunch!"

"Good luck, darling!" Peter cheers as he walks off the patio and to the sidewalk. He waves at his friends and heads to his dorm. He needs to think.

Tony's losing his ever-loving mind. Since Peter left, all he can seem to smell is Peter's cologne, and hear the echo of his gasps. He feels pathetic, trying desperately to wipe the feeling of Peter under his hands from his mind.

Bucky is going to have to kill his friend. It's going to happen and no one will find his body. He shakes his head, opening the door to their dorm hall to hear Tony blasting rock from his room. "T!! Open up, it's Bucky!!" He smiles, hearing Tony's music shut off as he opens the door.

"Hey." he smiles, allowing the brunette into the now messy room.'

"Tony, when I said put on clothes, I meant real clothes. Not a tank and jeans."

"I had on a shirt earlier. I took it off when I started soldering! I swear! It's literally on the chair!" Tony holds up the shirt, and smiles, "I was wearing a shirt!"

"Why didn't you show up for class earlier?"

"I was... Uh--"

"Don't you dare lie to me, Stark." Bucky only uses last names when he's serious, "I mean it."

"Okay... fuck. You can't tell the guys."

"Scout's honour. What's wrong?" He leans forward from his place on the bed and stares at Tony.

Tony takes a deep breath and the words start flowing, "Petercameoverandtoldmehelovedmeandthenwemadeoutandnowmylifeisfuckingruined, okay?"

"One more time, honey. I didn't get any of that."

Tony sighs deeper this time and tries again, "Peter came over and told me he loved me and then we made out and now my life is fucking ruined and I can never leave this room ever again."

"Okay, I need you to breathe before you panic worse than you already are." He breathes along with the scientist, smiling gently. "Did you try that thing your therapist taught you?" Tony nods and shows him the paper, "And did that help?" He shakes his head. "No. Okay, um... can you walk me through your thought process as to why you can't leave your room ever again?"

"Peter Parker. That's why. Weren't you listening?"

"I am. But why can't you leave anymore, and don't just say Peter again."

"Because if I see him again, I can't guarantee that I won't just jump the poor kid right then and there! You saw how I was at the party, I can't fucking do this anymore, Bucky. I can't just admire him from afar, I need him up close. I need him to be mine! I fucking love him, Bucky!" His heart is pounding as those words leave his mouth, "And I don't mean it in the "one and done" hookup way, I mean it in the "I want to wake up next to you and drink coffee and have mind-blowing sex on the counter way."

"Right. Remind me never to eat anything from your breakfast bar."

"This is serious! I never felt this for Bethany, Pepper, Joan, Kenneth, or any of the others."

"I'm impressed you remember the one night stands."

"Of course I do, Bucky, I'm not an oaf."

"I never said you were. But with the way this whole Peter thing is happening, I wonder if you have more than one brain cell. There is something there, and clearly, you two need to face it. Now, I have one question for you: Do I rent a hotel room for you or Do you want to suffer your whole life."

Tony sighs, "Can I sleep on that?"

"No. I need an answer now, you can't use your tricks on me." Tony sighs in defeat, flopping down on the bed next to Bucky.

"Fuck. Um... Not yet but I will address it. It's only fair to him." Tony rises, replacing his tank with the t-shirt and heading to the door, "I will talk to him, Bucky. It might not create a relationship but it would be nice to have some connection with him or something."

"I will be back tomorrow. Go." His phone rings, proving his statement. "Hey, Stevie, I'm on my way out of the building. Yes, he's fine. I will see you shortly. Love you too." He hangs up the phone and smiles at Tony, "I will see you later. Talk to him, T. Please."

"I will."

A soft knock at Peter's door startles him a few hours later. "Who is it?" He asks, slipping on his robe over his oversize t-shirt and shorts.

"It's Loki!" they reply, "Can I come in?"

"Just a second!" He pauses his movie and unlocks the door, allowing his friend into the room, and inviting them to sit on the white chaise in the corner. "Sorry, I was watching a film."

"It's alright. Sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to make sure you were okay earlier. You said you needed to talk?"

"Yes." He sighs, the events of the last 24 hours pouring out into the lap of his best friend.

The black-haired fashion god sighs and squeezes Peter's knee, "You're gonna be okay. I know it's overwhelming. That's a lot to have happen to you in a 24-hour period. What are you going to do now?"

"I don't know, Loki, but I need to see him again. I can't do this. If I see him again, I can't guarantee all of my feelings won't rush out into the space between us and ruin what we have built together. I don't think I can do this longing from a distance thing. I need to see him again, Lo. Can you help?"

"Let me see what I can do." They smile, hugging Peter, "I will make it work for you guys and protect your social status. I know you worry that it'll be social suicide for anyone to see you. I don't think that's true. We're in college, Peter. No one cares."

"I know but I just don't want people to ruin this. I want to have Tony but I don't want to ruin this magic that exists between us. It's a secret, like crossing enemy lines. I just want it to stay pure."

"That's fair. I mean, I understand that. I know when Tony's friend Steve and Bucky first started dating, everyone wanted to know all the details."

"They hooked up in a bedroom at a party," Peter says, disinterestedly.

"That's true. But everyone was asking Bucky what Steve did to make him scream so loud."

"Like it matters."

"That's fair. But in all seriousness, I will figure out how to arrange for you to see each other in private."

"Thank you, Loki."

"No problem, Peter. It's what friends are for." They hug Peter, before heading towards the door, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye, Loki. I really do owe you one."

Peter smiles, shutting the door and turning the lights off. His movie watches from the TV as he flops on the couch and picks up his phone. Why didn't he think to add Tony's number to his phone?

"I wonder..." Peter smiles and opens Instagram, hoping that typing the boy's name in will show his page. "Tony... Stark..." He presses search and a few moments later Tony's page appears in the results. He rolls his eyes at the bio 'Legacy is for losers' and scrolls through the different photos and snapshots from Tony's life. He clicks on one picture of Tony underneath a car and finds himself staring for longer than he'd like to admit. He sighs and shuts his movie off, crawling into bed.

Thank you so much for reading!!! Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are MUCH appreciated!

#shut up nika #nika writes #starker #tony x peter #princess Parker

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20 questions (for fanfic writers)

cheers for the tag @sarah-sandwich <3

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

57.

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

412,260

3. what fandoms do you write for?

mcu but mostly just irondad, though i stopped writing that for a bit when a small (large) marauders obsession hit so now i write both depending on the fic im working on. also taken a side step into parkner recently

4. top five fics by kudos:

A Different Future - peter snaps one-shot

Futures are Made to be Broken - more in depth follow up to peter snaps one shot

The Best Day of Harley's Life (and the worst of Peter's) - classic field trip fic only harley is like the tourguide and makes it his mission to ruin peter's day. not actually parkner but for sure the beginning of my growing love for harley

Not my First Time - part of webpril challenge one-shot, tony and peter are stuck under a building, conversation ensue

Where Do You Think You're Going - urrrmmmm good question. its a whumptober one-shot so peter must get beat up. pretty sure its by quentin beck and his drones, lets assume tony finds him and saves the day (its less than 2000 words i could read it and find out but im lazy)

5. do you respond to comments?

i do my best!

6. what is the fic your wrote with the angstiest ending?

ermmm *checks notes* Is This It? springs to mind first. you know the deleted scene of tony snapping and seeing morgan? well in this one he sees peter, only peter is a good few years older and has sorted his life out a bit. its sad obvi, but also kind of happy? the end lines are sad sad though :( so either that or 01/11/81 (if you're a marauders fan you already know that date) which basically very closely follows remus throughout the entire day after james and lily are killed etc. its very angsty all the way through, mary is a sweetheart, and at the end he's left all alone...

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

most tbh. im going to say Past, Present, Yet to Come because that's my baby. (peter is the ghost of christmas present, tony is scrooge, only its like the ryan reynolds film spirited, very good)

8. do you get hate on fics?

nope! (and please dont :) )

9. do you write smut?

nah

10. craziest crossover:

well ive only ever written one and it was mcu/glee and there's a reason i never finished it (nor am linking it [insert skull emoji])

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that ive noticed

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

nope!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope! im a solitary kinda guy

14. all time favourite ship?

what a question... wolfstar is a classic, ineffable husbands are precious to me, doctor/rose is nostalgic... i can't pick favourites

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

besides all of them? all of them.

no but really there are so many and i have this problem of thinking of idea -> getting excited -> writing beginning -> not knowing where to take it -> get excited by new idea -> repeat. im working on it though and do genuinely plan to finish them all

16. what are your writing strengths?

yknow i honestly think my general writing is at a pretty good level. defo room for improvement but there always it, int there? id say that's a general strength, but specifically i think im goooood at making things angsty. and i love doing it so win win

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

well... finishing anything. plotting out full stories is a big problem. (though ive recently started a notebook for random ideas for fics and its helping) um... tbh i can struggle with everything from time to time. i think getting characters voices right can be hard cos i often find people saying things they would never say and having to go back and and put them straight. er,,, action can be next to impossible if The Vision isn't there.

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

i dont have many. if its a language i cant read i just skim past and sometimes read an end note translation but if there's too much im just going to go with the flow

19. first fandom you wrote in?

mcu

20. favourite fic you've written?

again, Past, Present, Yet to Come is my babygirl. love him to pieces. can i say fics ive not finished yet? because parkner hunger games au and marauders doccy who are fire and one day will see the light of day (and get names)

tagging @winter-turtle @helloliriels erm ive forgotten everyone who has ever existed... @ anyone who i followed in the boopening who writes and @ anyone who just wants to (no pressure at all obvi)

#tag game #irondad #marauders

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Social Media Fic Recs

One of my guiltiest and pickiest pleasures in fic are twitter fics! This list is made up of some of my favorite in the category, including socials other then twitter.

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

The Martian:

The Mark Watney Report by AsperJasper - Rated G

Space Pirate-Ninja @MarkWatney nasa must agree with me if they only censored my f*uck a little bit last time i tried to swear at martinez they replaced it with an emoji

Space Pirate-Ninja @MarkWatney this is what power feels like: making some poor person at nasa decide which curse words are appropriate to be tweeted out over work wifi

You Know You Have a Permanent Piece of My Medium-Sized American Heart by tricatular - Rated T

“Hey Hermes!” The ambient suspicion level in the Rec ratcheted up significantly. Kapoor was disturbingly cheerful. “We’ve sent you some mission updates in the data dump, but Mitch and I wanted to personally let you know—” Mitch visibly rolled his eyes in the background. “—That thanks to some…strong suggestions from the White House, and on Annie and Director Sanders’ recommendation, we’ve started releasing Watney’s Mars logs to the public.”

Marvel:

Caption That by maddo - Rated T

Peter’s Instagram had been pretty popular since Instagram’s account noticed and reposted one of his photos, an impossible angle of the New York skyline (thank you Spider-Man) and was floating at around twenty thousand followers.

Then suddenly, @pparker was in the top 100 most followed Instagram accounts.

Just a bunch of little anecdotes regarding our favourite spider and his Instagram account, feat. a meme-tastic Tony Stark.

The Life of Spidey (As Seen Through A Spider-Man Fan Account) by hi_im_jared_19 - Rated T

Spidey-is-a-disaster @chaoticgoodboy

Disclaimer: I appreciate Spidey stepping up to help others. If more people acted like him, the world would be a better place. He is undeniably a good person. That being said, he is an entire human disaster, and I’m here to prove it.

Spider-Man's rise to popularity through the lens of a random twitter account dedicated to his dumbassery.

the conspiracy kids by tempestaurora - Rated T

Series: 3 Works

in which peter, harley and ned ask the all-important question: WHO IS SPIDER-MAN?

one mask at a time by natelette - Rated T

Spider-Man is unmasked, and the world reacts.

Or how Peter, the internet, and the entire world deal in the wake of Mysterio’s video. Spoilers for Far From Home.

DC:

The True Identity: Bruce Wayne by November_Clouds - Rated G

makayla | sc mkyla457 @mkyla456 lmao watch him go off [attached: Video of Bruce Wayne in business casual clothes screaming as he charges towards The Penguin brandishing a long black pipe. Behind him is the main center for the Martha Wayne Foundation, front windows shattered and reception desk on fire. The Penguin looks Scared.]

After a tweet goes viral, people think they've finally figured it out. The real identity of Bruce Wayne.

Red Hood.

(social media fic, based off that tumblr post)

Gotham Online by julidoesnotwrite (notjuli) - Rated T

The Waynes and the Bats as seen through social media.

gotham : a conspiracy thread by noahfense (orphan_account) - Rated T

ti(i wanna die)m @nightwingsass

the real reason Batman hasn’t responded to my conspiracy thread is because he’s jared,19,

in a world where Jason Todd didn't die and Tim Drake has parents that actually care about his wellbeing, Tim runs a popular batfam stan account and his followers convince him to start a YouTube channel.

Yuri on Ice:

Night is Young and the Music's High by opalish - Rated T

"Best press conference ever," the Japanese Nationals silver medalist says when asked. “Ten out of ten, would medal again.”

"I would die for Katsuki-kun," Minami declares, with terrifying sincerity.

On ICE!!! by Watermelonsmellinfellon - Rated M

The first time Katsuki Yuuri saw Victor Nikiforov perform, he realized he had a great desire to see figure skating in a video game. In fifteen years, his dream is realized. Little does he know that Victor's attention has been caught by the very game he unknowingly inspired. So ensues the cutest meeting ever and the relationship that follows.

Love Born in the Eye of the Storm by ScribblerQueen1 - Rated T

After a snowstorm cancels their return flight and all the hotels are overbooked, Yuuri decides to detour home to wait it out. He offers to let other stranded skaters stay at Yuu-topia, he just didn't know one of them was Victor Nikiforov.

(i'm) the boy you'd die for by jenmishe - Rated T

v-nikiforov ✓

[Video: A short clip where Victor is laying dramatically on the couch with miserable expression. “Heartbreaker” by Marina and the Diamonds is playing.]

13,481 likes

v-nikiforov✓ Am I the another one? (((

vitYASS victor,,,, honey,,,, i lvoe you so much,,,, but WHY are you like this.

red-blue-gay but??? does that mean that somebody has broken victor’s heart???? I DON'T UNDERSTAND

christophe-gc ✓ You’re ridiculous.

starsaregay But who recorded it?? Makkachin???

vityathebabe user @starsaregay asking the real question.

--- The adventures of Yuuri "Heartbreaker" Katsuki, or: how Yuuri became known as a cold player full of himself who doesn't care about anyone. (Hint: it's an anxiety and obliviousness.)

Haikyuu:

Framing by Fayah - Rated M

At age 22, Kozume Kenma had millions of subscribers on youtube, one blissfully fucked out Hinata Shouyou on his bed, and a plan.

conflict of interest by zukushou -Rated T

“If you are familiar with the world of D-1 volleyball, chances are you’ve heard the names Hinata Shouyou and Kageyama Tobio. Both twenty-four-year-old athletes are famous for their skill and athletic prowess, but they’ve recently become household names for their intense rivalry.

Early this year, Hinata Shouyou signed onto the MSBY Black Jackals as a wing spiker after a two-year stint in Brazil, playing beach volleyball. He was an unknown in the V-League, but he quickly proved himself with his defensive skill and incredible jumping height and speed.

It wasn’t until the fateful Schweiden Adlers vs. MSBY Black Jackals match just yesterday that viewers came to the realization that Hinata Shouyou was the long-awaited rival of Kageyama Tobio.”

Kageyama and Hinata are married. The press seem to think that they’re hostile rivals who despise each other.

On Great Rivalries and General Dumbassery by NocturnalNights - Rated G

It's not exactly that they were hiding the fact that they had been married for about 7 years now. It's that no one seemed to have caught on yet.

Or: Kageyama and Hinata may have forgotten to mention one very important part of their rivalry.

Good Omens:

it's a new craze by attheborder - Rated T

CROWLEY: I try not to make a habit of gratitude, but I must give our appreciation to everyone out there who’s been listening and subscribing to The Ineffable Plan. AZIRAPHALE: Ooh, yes, we’ve become quite popular, haven’t we? CROWLEY: Yeah, just hit number eight on the advice charts … No advertising at all. AZIRAPHALE: Mm. How … miraculous. CROWLEY: … Aziraphale. You did not.

***

Crowley and Aziraphale are very possibly the people least qualified, on the entire planet, to start up an advice podcast.

But what else is there to do when the world isn’t ending anytime soon, you’re technically on indefinite sabbatical from your lifelong careers, and you need a plausible excuse to spend more time with your best friend who you’re definitely not, absolutely not, maybe just a little, actually maybe overwhelmingly in love with?

hear that bell ringing (but won't get the door) by Rivran - Rated T

Social media: 1 Aziraphale and Crowley: 0.

These could all be read standalone, but it’s better if you read them in order. No, yeah, you should definitely read these in order. Each story features Aziraphale and Crowley, with a supporting cast of human characters for that sweet sweet outsider POV.

It (movies):

Retweet Verse by plinys - Rated T

Series: 12 works

A collection of post-It Ch2 fics that are a mix of domestic Richie/Eddie and social media interactions from all the Losers.

Buzzfeed Presents: 10 Times Richie and Eddie Tozier were Very, Very Married by kyaticlikestea - Rated T

Stanley Uris @surisaccounting I was going through my most recent photos and came across this nice one of @richietozier and @etozier at their wedding last week. Congratulations to the happy couple. They’ve never looked better. [attached image is a photo of two penguins arguing]

Richie ‘My Husband is Also A’ Tozier ✔ @richietozier replying to @surisaccounting Hey @surisaccounting take down that tweet or I’ll keep doing this [attached image is a photo of a Common Potoo, which has been incorrectly labelled ‘Crow’ in Comic Sans font]

Buzzfeed makes a list of all the times Richie and Eddie Tozier, beloved husbands of the Internet, were incredibly married. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it isn't a short list.

Nicest Celebrity You've Ever Met? by atomicteaparty - Rated G

Richie Tozier is a loudmouth guy who can’t be kept down by any woman at all! He’s a party animal who’s constantly meeting new people and living up the party lifestyle… or at least, that’s what his onstage persona is.

What if people who’ve met him realize he isn’t the same guy in real life?

Or: Some people talk about how Richie Tozier surprised them on reddit

14 Reasons Why Richie Tozier and His Husband Are #relationshipgoals by robin_hoods - Rated M

Get yourself a man who looks at you like Richie Tozier looks at Eddie.

areas of expertise by dudski - Rated T

The Exoneration of Richie Tozier by Blissymbolics - Rated T

COMEDIAN RICHIE TOZIER VOLUNTARILY CONFESSES TO STRIKING AND KILLING AN ESCAPED CONVICT IN WHAT MAINE AUTHORITIES ARE CALLING A JUSTIFIED HOMICIDE IN DEFENSE OF ANOTHER

Tozier reportedly struck the assailant on the back of the head with a blunt object in defense of his childhood friend, Michael Hanlon, a librarian who lives in Tozier's hometown of Derry, Maine.

I killed a clown. AMA! by liesmyth - Rated T

I (39M) got stabbed twice today and now I want a divorce. Help?

Or: the one where Eddie is on Reddit.

October 14, 2016.

@PuzzleStan is:

-A puzzle enthusiast named Stan (44%, 3553 votes) -An anonymous stan of puzzles (44%, 3602 votes) -A puzzle enthusiast named Stan who is leaning into the wordplay (12%, 969 votes)

Misc - For Fandoms with only one fic:

#thatjacksonkid by The_German_Grim_Reaper - Rated G

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Following an episode of Buzzfeed Unsolved, several twitter users do their best to uncover the truth about Percy Jackson. They get surprisingly far.

Mr LAFD Updates Man by hammersmiths - Rated T

Fandom: 9-1-1

Series: 2 works

Eddie mans the LAFD Twitter account. Buck tries to be supportive.

Audience: 822,000 and Homeland Security by WerewolvesAreReal - Rated G

Fandom: Leverage

Hardison starts a live-stream for Dragon Age to show off his new mods. And he kicks ass. But his viewers are actually a bit more concerned about the angry guy in the background of his videos, and the blond chick who keeps peering through his windows.

"Is this some kind of performance art," asks peskytroll341.

Actually Me - Eddie Munson by Savi_Yoi - Rated G

Fandom: Stranger Things

This idea was bouncing around my brain at 3am so I just had to write it down.

Eddie is a famous musician. Gaining fame through the 90s with Corroded Coffin. Him and Steve have been together since 1987, but they were always very private about their relationship. Steve is like a cryptid in the Corroded Coffin fandom, with very little information about him, and very few pictures. Eddie is promoting a solo album in 2021, and Steve is pulled on camera to do a silly interview with him. They're about 54/55 in this fic.

This is the transcript of that interview.

#veryace recs #fanfic recs #the martian #yuri!!! on ice #it 2017 #haikyuu!!#dc #batman #good omens #9-1-1 #leverage #stranger things #percy jackson

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Fics Named After Foods (2) Masterlist

part one

60 Beans and a Cup of Magic (ao3) - crinklefries steve/bucky T, 28k

Summary: In a little corner of Brooklyn, Bucky Barnes is a baker, Steve Rogers is a witch, and over the course of a year, they bake some goods, drink a lot of coffee, and discover, between them, a little magic.

or;

steve rogers--once a disaster bi always a disaster bi; and now a disaster bi with magic

A Bun (Well, Cookies) in the Oven (ao3) - EachPeachPearPlum pepper/tony G, 1k

Summary: Pepper is tired, achy, and has had more than enough of people telling her she's glowing. Fortunately, Tony is a genius, and knows just how to cheer her up.

It's just a pity cooking isn't one of his strengths.

American Pie (ao3) - MoreThanAFeeling (Daretodream66) steve/bucky G, 5k

Summary: Steve starts making cooking videos and Bucky starts working at the Tower as the new chef.

Bagels and Bandaids and Bad Guys and Breakfast (ao3) - florahart clint/phil M, 7k

Summary: Clint owns a bakery/coffee shop, and he needs the following: an accountant, an occasional medic, and for those assholes in the track suits to just gtfo.

Phil shows up looking for part time work just in time to meet some of those needs. And maybe some other needs too.

Baking Powder (ao3) - dara3008 steve/tony T, 2k

Summary: Steve witnesses a strange sight in the middle of the night... Tony Stark baking. Maybe it's time to get to know the man better.

cherry red as sweet as sin (ao3) - soniclipstick (veriscence) clint/phil E, 3k

Summary: Clint is the sexiest thing on the planet, Phil's always known that. But the reality of a Clint with kohl-rimmed eyes and cherry red lips slams into the pleasure centres of Phil's brain like a freight car so hard it takes him a full twenty seconds to recover.

It's not surprising how quickly the fleeting fancy of Clint and skin and heat becomes reality after that.

coffee and cupcakes (ao3) - HeartonFire bucky/clint T, 3k

Summary: After leaving his government job, Clint decided to open a coffee shop, but it turns out, running your own cafe doesn't mean getting free coffee forever. You have to actually have customers.

When Clint is almost ready to give up the whole idea of the coffee shop, Natasha suggests he add some pastries to the menu, and she just happens to know a guy who can help.

Coffee Spoons and Fish Fallacies (ao3) - 27dragons bucky/tony T, 3k

Summary: Harley and Peter think their dads would get along great, since both of them are uber nerrrrrds. They set up a date, and eagerly await the outcome.

Cookies and Cthulhu (ao3) - diner_drama steve/bucky, peggy/natasha T, 11k

Summary: The Rise Bakery was a homely type of place, for an establishment run by three ex-assassins.

After retiring from Special Forces with a sizeable pension, a lot of weight on his conscience, and a top-of-the-line prosthetic arm, Bucky Barnes was ready to start doing some good.

Food American Style (ao3) - vanillafluffy clint/phil, bucky/maria T, 3k

Summary: The Sniper!Bros get a food truck.

Just Keep Trying 'til You Run Out of Cake (ao3) - K_R_Closson bucky/clint M, 11k

Summary: Clint Barton sometimes has a name on his wrist. Sometimes he has a couple letters. Sometimes he doesn't have anything at all. By the time he's an adult and working for SHIELD, he figures his soulmate is a ghost. Figures he's never going to meet whoever it is.

He's got it half right.

Promises and Pie-crust (ao3) - Merideath darcy/steve T, 9k

Summary: “Hey Lewis! We need you out here. Got a big order. And you gotta see this guy.” Kelly shouted as she held open the swing door. Darcy huffed and grabbed a cloth, wiping her hands clean and straightening out her blue and red uniform.

“What’s the problem? Did you not read the sign?” Darcy snarked pointing up at the blackboard that read ‘Menu: Slice of Pie and Coffee. If you don’t like it, get out.’

Salami (ao3) - L1av steve/bucky E, 25k

Summary: Everyone hears stories about the idiots who have to go to the ER to get random objects removed from their asses. If someone told Bucky he’d be spending his weekend in the hospital for one of the most embarrassing occurrences of his life, he’d probably laugh in their face and tell them to go fuck off. But here he is, in the ER with eleven inches of packaged, cold salami stuck up his ass. To make matters worse, his nurse is really hot. Really hot.

Join Bucky for one of the most awkward and yet comical experiences of his life that leads to self-discovery, trust and maybe even love.

Sauced (ao3) - ABeckoningCat G, 742

Summary: Clint encounters three drunk girls in a hotel elevator.

Spice (ao3) - im95notdead G, 2k

Summary: Try though he might, Bruce struggled to be around Wanda.

Sprinkle of Love (ao3) - NachoDiablo steve/sam T, 3k

Summary: Bakery AU where Sam realizes that maybe he and Steve aren't quite so platonic after all.

Starbucks Is Canon (ao3) - 74days steve/bucky T, 8k

Summary: Bucky's been trying to book Captain America actor Steve Rogers on his show for longer than he can remember. But when the actor does agree, he's not expecting their first meeting to be quite so... well documented... by social media.

Tea and Circumstance (ao3) - Vee (Vera_DragonMuse) bruce/tony M, 6k

Summary: For the prompt: Bruce had to have worked his ass off in between studying his ass off, so why not at a coffee shop?

The original prompt was a bit longer, but would contain fic spoilers. It can be found here: http://avengerkink.livejournal.com/5758.html?page=9.

The coffee shop became a tea shop somewhere along the line.

Them Apples (ao3) - tielan maria/steve G, 2k

Summary: Supersoldiers cannot live on apples alone, but they can live on home cooking.

X-Mas Cookies (ao3) - Magan_Strimer G, 1k

Summary: Just a few avengers baking for the holidays with some guest star help. Do not leave Wade and Peter anywhere near loose flour. Cooking chaos ensues.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #masterlists #food tw #food #food masterlist

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official-wayward-keener · 2 years

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JPH^2 Bingo Card - Presumed Dead, Funeral, and Peter Gets a Dog

Losing You Hurts So Much, But Getting You Back Makes Up for It

Peter has a death threat against him and won't listen to Tony.

Ao3 Link here

Chapter 1: Losing You

Peter looked at the document before him. He was trying to breathe but he was screwed there. Someone wanted to kill him. He had assassins after him because of his latest takedown of a crime boss. Tony looked just as concerned.

“So what are we going to do?” Peter asked.

“You are going to stop being Spider-Man for a bit,” Tony said. “We will come up with a plan for this.”

“I can’t stop being Spider-Man?!” Peter shouted. Tony went to argue but he stopped.

“We will have to come up with a plan that will keep you safe and then you can go back to being Spider-Man. I will have Iron Boy take over your patrol for a bit,” Tony suggested.

“Look, Iron Boy couldn’t do my job as I do,” Peter said. Tony went to argue more but Peter walked out of the door done with the argument.

Harley knew Peter was upset when he came into their shared apartment. Harry and Johnny seemed to be too focused on the game they were battling onto notice but they would notice.

“I've been treated like I can’t do my job,” Peter confided in Harley. Harley knew what that was like. Spidey didn’t trust him and it annoyed him. He was Iron Boy. He could be as strong as the hero in question.

“Some people only see one side of the story and not the whole. For example, this arrogant guy I work with thinks he is better than everyone, but maybe I don’t know what he is dealing with at home which makes him this way. It could just be that I haven’t shown him what I can do yet so he does know what I can do or maybe he is waiting for me to prove I am just as good as him.”

“You probably are better than him,” Peter told him.

“Nah, this guy is amazing and he does everything for people but he won’t take help from others when he is asked to get help,” Harley said.

“My boss wants me to trust the new guy for a bit to do my job because of something that happened and I feel like he is trying to take part of me away by doing so,” Peter claimed.

“Maybe there is more that is happening. Does your boss know you have three awesome boyfriends and one happens to be a model?” Harley asked.

“No,” Peter said. “I like to keep my home life and my work life separate.”

“Hey, emotional support boyfriends,” Harry said. Peter and Harley looked at him. “We want to join in on the cuddle fest to cheer Pete up.” Johnny nodded. The two smiled as they joined them.

“Do you think we will have it figured out one day?” Harry asked Peter later when they were alone.

“Maybe. I don’t want the others to know cause they don’t know about Spidey but there is a threat to Spidey’s life and Tony wants me to stop being Spidey,” Peter said.

“Would you hate me if I said I agree,” Harry said. Peter looked at him and Harry paused.

“Look I love you and trust you but I don’t want to lose you,” Harry said.

“You won’t lose me,” Peter said. “Can we talk about this more tomorrow? I am kinda tired from today.”

“It’s not Norman?” Harry asked. He hadn’t seen Norman since Peter got him locked up in the raft.

“Not this time. He is still locked away,” Peter said.

“That’s good. I don’t want him to come after Harley and Johnny. They don’t need to know about him,” Harry said.

“Anything for you, Lyman,” Peter said.

“Right back at you, Parker,” Harry said cuddling up in bed to him. Peter held on to him as if it could be the last time in a long time. Harley and Johnny found them asleep later.

“I heard a rumor that someone wanted you dead,” Johnny told Spidey. The spider seemed to not care as he made a scoff and said something about he had to protect his city no matter what.

“Just let me know if you need back up,” Johnny said.

“Why?” Spidey asked.

“Look you have a death threat and I’m sure your family wouldn’t want to lose you,” Johnny said.

“I can do this on my own. No one has to protect me,” Spidey told him as they saw something over a few blocks away. Spidey swung into action before Johnny could even get his next words out to try and convince him to go home. Johnny followed behind but when he got there the explosion happened and he became more focused on finding Spider-Man. He didn’t find him besides a burnt mask by ashes.

Johnny sat with the avengers as they were talking when Harry ran in. Johnny went to talk to him but Tony seemed to look confused.

“Can I help you?” Tony asked.

“Where is he?” Harry asked.

“Harry, whatever is going on it might have to wait,” Johnny said.

“What is who?” Tony asked.

“Spidey. He is my best friend and I want to know where he is,” Harry said.

“We are hoping to find him but he may be…” Johnny couldn’t finish his statement but he showed him the mask. Harry dropped.

“He promised,” Harry said.

“Look I don’t know how you know Spidey but he might still be out there,” Tony said.

“They wanted him dead and you couldn’t lock him up in a tower,” Harry said.

“I tried,” Tony said.

“Not hard enough. My best friend and the boy who saved me from my father are dead and you want to pretend everything is fine?” Harry said.

“Now let's not jump to…” Tony started but Iron Boy stepped forward.

“This guy is right. Spidey was in the building. His mask was found. You even said his A.I. reported that the suit isn’t reading vitals anymore. Spidey is dead, Mechanic,” Iron Boy said.

“No, my kid isn’t dead!” Tony shouted. Pepper grabbed him.

“It’s time to call his aunt and let her know,” Pepper said calmly. Tony didn’t want to accept it though so Pepper looked at Harry.

“Do you know who Spidey was in the mask?” she asked.

“My… I’ve known him since we were kids. I can let his aunts and others… his roommates know… and his friends from high school,” Harry said still have trouble. Johnny saw how he was looking at Johnny.

“Look Harry, I can go with you,” Johnny said.

“Johnny, Spidey was Peter,” Harry said. Johnny paused as Iron Boy seemed to freeze.

“What did you just say?” Iron Boy asked.

“Spidey’s real name is Peter Parker. He saved me when my birth father tried to kidnap me and turn me into a goblin minion. My mom and Peter’s were friends,” Harry said. Iron Boy let his suit be revealed revealing Harley which Johnny didn’t expect but Tony caught his kid not knowing what was happening. Johnny didn’t know how to feel. His boyfriend was dead. Their boyfriend was dead. They went from four to three.

“That idiot,” Johnny mumbled. “He should have told me. I could have been there if he just listened.”

“We don’t know if he is dead,” Tony said.

“We do,” Pepper said. Tony just didn’t want to admit it and neither did anyone else.

#peter parker #harley keener #harry osborn #johnny storm #jph^2 #matt murdock #tony stark #irondad and spiderson #devildad #irondad

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shipskicksandgiggles · 2 years

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Okay but 17 of the highly specific aus is begging to be written with literally any pairing of scientists in the tower either tony or Peter

i see you. however, I hear your tony and peter and raise you: Peter and Bruce

also: it's a magic au. for full context, I recommend you read the first part of the series (which can be found here) for context, because there's a bit of a backstory here

prompt: "i can excuse unethical science but I draw the line at skirting lab safety. you cannot be eating rn" (from this list)

read Made Up Magic here on ao3

~~~

There was clearly such a thing as magic. Peter had a whole family history that harped on the importance of the practice.

Still, the same way any organism can be broken down into DNA, magic can be broken down into formulas and equations.

The first time he’d succeeded, he was sitting at his shitty desk in his tiny bedroom, working with stolen beakers and a computer he’d pulled out of a dumpster, and then fixed up.

The threads were unlike any he’d ever seen before, a vibrant blue and red that cracked and sparked.

His family’s magic was white. Weather magic.

Peter was just a baby when his parents died. Plane crash. Not even trying to shield the plane from the storm had been able to save them. A stronger warlock was controlling the clouds, dead set on taking them down, no matter the fallout.

Aunt May and Uncle Ben took him in after, and their magic was the same. When he was little, May would whip up rays of sunshine to keep him occupied. Then Ben died, and there was no more sun. There was nothing except grey clouds and a persistent drizzle over her head that wouldn’t go away no matter how hard Peter tried to cheer her up.

A little over a year later, the day Peter turned 16, he would be grateful that Ben didn’t have to see this. That his parents missed how much of an embarrassment he turned out to be.

Magic tended to present itself between one’s tenth and sixteenth birthday. When Peter’s didn’t present when he turned ten, Ben laughed it off and called him a late bloomer. He said it would come in eventually.

But it never did.

He wasn’t even sure if May noticed. She never looked at him anymore. The only reason he knew she was ashamed of him was because he overheard her on the phone.

“His parents were such powerful mages,” she said. “Must have used up all the power before he was born.”

So he decided to break the magic down to its bare essentials and make it himself. It took months, but he finally emerged from his room with red and blue tangled around his hands, and ran to show May.

“What the hell is that?” she asked.

“Magic,” he told her breathlessly.

“That doesn’t look like any kind of magic I’ve ever seen.”

“It’s because it’s not. I made it.”

“Made it? Peter, what kind of sick joke do you think this is? You don’t have magic. You never will have magic. Don’t you understand? You can’t wrap your hands in some science experiment and call it magic just because you’re a failure. You know what? If you’re so special, you can survive on your own. Get the hell out of my apartment.”

Peter stood there for a moment, letting her words sink in. “What?”

“Are you deaf now too? Pack your shit, Peter. I want you gone by tomorrow morning.”

“Where am I supposed to go?”

“Figure it out.”

Then she walked into her room and shut the door behind her, and Peter sank to his knees and cried. After a while, he got up and packed as much as he could into one suitcase and called Ned.

“Hey, I wouldn’t ask if I had any other options, but can I stay with you for a while?”

~~~

He met Harley a year later after he learned what he could do with his magic. It crackled when there was danger near, and allowed him to apprehend any criminals he came across.

No other mages could do that.

It was how he came across Harley in the first place, catching a mugger in the act.

Harley was a witch, having just arrived in New York and already tangling with the dangers of the city.

His magic was real. He had healing magic. Silver strands that Peter saw first hand knitting a man’s stomach back together after he was stabbed.

The same strands that he saw a week later reach into a car and fix a coding issue in the electronic control unit that a non-magic mechanic wouldn’t have been able to solve.

Harley had real magic, and he still thought Peter’s made up magic was fascinating enough to bring home.

Peter was hesitant at first, but after being introduced to his familiar and some of the other residents, he was glad he accepted the invitation.

Tony Stark was basically housing a coven of mages, all with their own unique relationships with magic. Peter felt right at home among them.

Plus he finally had a real lab where he could properly develop his magic.

For the moment he was still staying with Ned, but he’d been working in the Tower almost a month, and Tony was wearing him down into staying full time.

“Kid, look,” the familiar said one night, when it was just the two of them left in the lab. “We’re all mages. Witches, Warlocks, whathaveyou, this whole place runs on weird. You’re already fitting in perfectly. Just stay.”

He shook the thoughts out of his head and kept working. Access to a lab was seriously upgrading his magic.

Now if only he could fine tune all that crackling and sparking so it had a more recognizable pattern.

~~~

“I can excuse unethical science but I draw the line at skirting lab safety. You cannot be eating right now.”

Peter froze with a granola bar half sticking out of his mouth. “Hm?”

Bruce Banner, one of the Tower’s warlocks, stood on the other side of his work station. “Come on. They’re the lab rules. Spit.” He held a trash can out in front of Peter, and he complied.

“Sorry, I guess I’m still getting used to not working in my own space. Also, my science is totally ethical.”

“I know, I’m just teasing you. And this is your space, but I get what you mean. Working out of your apartment is different from a real lab, right?”

“Yeah,” he whispered. His apartment, sure.

“Make any progress on your magic?”

“I think so. I’ll field test it later, but if I got the code right, the sparks should get brighter the more dangerous the situation is. Or maybe the crackling will get louder. One of the two.”

“Maybe even both,” Bruce suggested. “You might want to put it away for tonight though, dinner’s about ready, and you’ve kind of been down here all day.”

“Really? Then I should probably get going. My friend will be worried if I don’t come home.”

“Peter,” Bruce said quietly, “I know this is all new for you, but please consider staying. At the very least, stay for tonight. It’s game night, and we might watch a movie too.”

“I really shouldn’t impose-”

“How many times do we have you tell you you’re not imposing? We have more than enough room for you, and I know there’s a certain someone here you’d like to spend more time around.”

Peter felt his face heat up. Whatever it was he had with Harley was still in its beginning stages, but he really thought there might be a future there. A future he didn’t want to jeopardize by being clingy.

Before he could come up with an acceptable excuse, Bruce’s phone buzzed. “That was Natasha. Dinner’s ready, so come on upstairs.”

There wasn’t really an argument after that. Maybe he could stay, just for a little while.

He shot off a text when they were in the elevator to tell Ned not to wait up. It was about time he found a place of his own anyways.

#ellis writes #peter parker #angst #background relationships #magic au #angst with a happy ending

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ilonapage · 3 months

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𝗜𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗮 𝗮𝘀 𝗚𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗮

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Alasan memilih Hero: Superhero unik dari Indonesia yang punya senjata utama ikonik bernama kapak 212.

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Kekuatan Hero: Memiliki insang dan kekuatan seperti hiu setelah dibesarkan oleh hiu putih besar.

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Kekuatan Hero: regenerative healing factor, enhanced strength and agility, and exceptional combat skills.

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