#imagine some random late night at star labs

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

just kidding, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: There was a time where you would be out partying, getting drunk and fucking up a storm. But you’re different now. You stopped drinking. Now you’re the one waiting for Kim Taehyung to call so you can pick him up from his drunken adventures. There’s just one small hitch –  Taehyung’s roommate, Jeon Jungkook, offering you a mojito.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, (a little) alcohol consumption; slight crack at the start lol; smut (fem reader, thigh riding, handjob, fingering, m-receiving oral); non-idol!AU; Jungkook is a tempter and he knows it; noona!reader and you’re a nympho, whoops

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“I don’t drink.”

“Oh.”

Jeon Jungkook blinked at you, holding out the mojito.

“But… I made it.”

“That’s true. But I don’t drink.”

He pursed his lips and frowned.

“You sure?” he asked, putting on his best puppy eyes.

“Yup.”

“I promise it’s not poisoned.”

You laughed, jangling your car keys. “I have to drive later. But also, I do not drink.”

He nodded and took a sip of it. “It’s really smooth.”

You smiled and went back to your phone. Kim Taehyung was supposed to text you in a bit so you could pick him up from a party. In exchange, he let you borrow his computer to play League of Legends since he had a better PC and internet than your apartment. There was an event going on, so you had to grind games. You were getting tired though and you didn’t want to be in the middle of a game when Taehyung called half-drunk.

Now you were sitting on the couch, as Taehyung’s roommate Jeon Jungkook stood there and took sips from his mojito. Just standing there, thinking. He did that a lot, drifting off into space randomly. You figured it was some sort of weird habit. He was wearing a striped black-and-white turtleneck and black leather pants. His cheek-length black hair was pinned back on the right side, revealing his undercut. It seemed like he was going out, but he had spent all night in his room before going to the kitchen and then appearing with said mojito. Why? Honestly, you had no idea.

“Are you going somewhere?” you asked, looking up at him from the sofa.

Jungkook snapped out of it and stared at you. “What?”

You pointed to his outfit. “You’re dressed all fancy.”

Jungkook looked down. “Oh. Uh, not really. I was going to go with Taehyung tonight but I had an assignment to finish that I forgot about. I never changed.”

You nodded. Hm.

Okay.

“How do you know Taehyung-ssi, anyway, noona?”

“I sucked his dick once.”

Jungkook nearly dropped his glass.

You calmly scrolled through Instagram. You flickered your eyes up to see Jungkook’s shocked face and his red ears.

“I’m kidding,” you chuckled, seeing Jungkook blink rapidly to collect himself. “I used to be the Biology lab TA. He’d ask for help a lot. And he plays League, so we ended up hanging out. Also, I have a car.”

“R-right…” Jungkook crab-walked to the armchair next to the sofa and sat down, placing his drink on the table. “Right, yeah.”

You two sat in silence, rather comfortable for you, rather awkward for Jungkook. You didn’t come here that often, but it was always only to borrow Taehyung’s internet or to pick him up from random outings. It was never a big deal to you, as Taehyung was always nice and bought you food later as thanks. As for Jeon Jungkook, he was just kind of there. Introverted, quiet, sometimes piped up to inquire about something when he was curious. You weren’t exactly talkative, but he didn’t bother you either, so it was never too memorable.

“What’s on your shirt?” Jungkook asked, tilted his head.

You lifted your phone to give him a better look at the nine-pointed star and bleeding goat head of your long-sleeved black shirt. “It’s an American metal band.”

Jungkook blinked at you. “You listen to metal?”

You put your phone back down. “Yup.”

You suddenly remembered your legs were wide open because you were wearing your black velvet pants and they were hot as fuck. Wearing these was a mistake. You closed your legs and settled them on the couch. They had been expensive though, so you felt like you had to wear them to get your money’s worth. Damnnit. Why did you buy these again?

“Why don’t you drink alcohol?”

You closed Instagram and opened Twitter. “Because I become sexually uninhibited.”

Silence.

You looked up to see Jungkook trying to process what you said, imaginary question marks popping on top of his head.

“It means I fuck anything with legs, Jungkook.”

His brown doe eyes went wide. “W-what?”

You shrugged. “Yeah, you know, one time one of my friends caught me in a room with my clothes off blowing three guys at once, so I figured, hmm, maybe I shouldn’t drink anymore. That ever happen to you?” you added nonchalantly.

Jungkook shook his head so quickly his long black hair floated in the air.

“Huh. Well, me neither,” you chuckled. “I was just kidding.”

Jungkook looked like a mother who was trying to process all of their child’s sex escapades. “That’s good then. Whew,” he remarked with an awkward laugh. He took another long, hasty sip of his mojito.

“It was four guys.”

Jungkook nearly choked. He snapped his head up to see your shoulders shaking as you tried to contain your snickering, hiding behind your phone. He glared at you, clearing his throat sharply.

“You shouldn’t lie, noona,” he muttered, frowning.

You lowered your phone and straightened. “I was laughing at your expression. I wasn’t lying.”

He narrowed his eyes, disbelieving. “About what part?” he said warily.

“I do not drink because I will literally try to fuck anyone in my immediate vicinity when I’m drunk,” you stated in a matter-of-fact tone. “You can imagine it’s not very good for my sexual health or my social life as I stumble out of a party covered in cum of four guys I don’t know.”

Jungkook was in the middle of drinking his mojito and swallowed so hard the entire drink disappeared into his throat.

“What?” he wheezed out, slamming his chest with his fist.

You put your hands up. “It happens.”

Jungkook looked as if he as going to pass out, either from the image or from drinking too fast. You picked up your phone again and set Taehyung a text.

Are you dead? I think I killed your roommate.

Jungkook shook his head vigorously. “You must be joking.”

“Nope, that actually happened. Ask Taehyung.”

Jungkook looked taken aback. “What?” he said again in the same panicked tone.

“I told you someone found me.”

You swore that if this was the Wild West, a tumbleweed would have drifted by. Jungkook looked as white as a sheet. You calmly plucked the glass from his hand since it seemed like he was rapidly losing focus of his surroundings.

“How… That’s so dangerous!” Jungkook sputtered, seemingly coming back to life.

“Indeed, which is why I am sitting here right now and not piss drunk in a random bedroom in someone’s house,” you replied calmly, waiting for Taehyung to text you back. “See, this is why you don’t offer me a drink because then I would try to fuck you. You’ve been spared.”

Jungkook gave you a very strange expression and suddenly crossed one leg over the other. You rubbed your eyes. Hopefully Taehyung didn’t stay out too late. You were getting sleepy.

“Well, you still have to be attracted to them, r-right?” Jungkook commented, looking away and biting his knuckle.

You didn’t look up from your phone.

“I suppose. I don’t really have a type, and when you’re drunk you only look at the parts you’re attracted to anyway and forget about anything else,” you responded, chuckling at a cute cat picture. “At least you’re attractive, so if I met you at a party drunk, I’d fuck you, easy.” Owls could sit cross-legged? What? You squinted at the meme, trying to see if it was Photoshopped.

Silence. Absolute fucking silence.

You decided that it seemed unlikely the photo of this sitting owl was Photoshopped and lifted your head to see Jungkook staring at you like you had three heads.

“What?”

“You’re…” Jungkook chuckled awkwardly. “Just kidding, right?”

You blinked. “What? About you being attractive?” You pointed to him. “No. I’m not. You’re handsome, Jungkook.”

You saw his ears turning red once again. “Ahaha… but you wouldn’t fuck me, right?”

“I would.”

A crow cawed loudly outside the window.

Jungkook wasn’t blinking. Was he dead? Was Taehyung going to come home to a statue of a roommate? You tilted your head and waved your hand in front of his face. Jungkook didn’t move. Maybe he went into shock.

“Jungkook? You alive in there?” you asked, waving your hand some more.

He blinked rapidly, startling you. “I… I…”

Okay, now he was scaring you. Was he broken? Did Taehyung have an A.I. for a roommate and not tell you? Taehyung, please come home and oil your Jungkook, you thought dryly as you watched him scrunch up his nose, as if he was trying to stretch his face muscles out.

“You surprised me,” Jungkook sputtered, nervously rubbing the back of his head. “I just… there’s no way…”

“That I would fuck you?” you replied, completely chill. He turned even redder. You placed a hand on your cheek and rested your elbow on the couch. “Why not? You’re cute, have nice fashion sense, seem like a decent guy.”

Yeah, Jungkook was definitely breaking down because he did not seem to know how to form proper sentences anymore. He was like a fish out of water, opening and closing his mouth awkwardly.

“But, I couldn’t though.” You cut off his attempts to fathom a thought. He stiffened, his doe eyes shifting to you. “Because you’re Taehyung’s friend, not a stranger. I try not to mess up my friendships, you know?”

He swallowed thickly. “R-right.”

You removed your hand from your cheek and cracked your neck, leaning back against the plushy couch arm. Sheesh, where was Taehyung? You could have played an entire ARAM in the time he was messing about. He told you around this time, but perhaps he had run late. Oh well.

“But… if he doesn’t know…”

Hold up.

You lifted your head, slowly, slowly to Jungkook’s nervous stare and shifty eyes.

“I mean, if Taehyung doesn’t know… doesn’t count, right?” he asked innocently.

His dark hair obscured part of his angular face, pink lips slightly parted. His eyes were watching your every move like a hawk, brows furrowed slightly. The living room light reflected off his glowing tan skin and the glossiness of his lips.

If you don’t stop looking like that, you thought. There’s going to be consequences.

“Let’s not tread dangerous waters here,” you said quietly.

One of his dark eyebrows quirked upwards ever-so-slightly. “How is it dangerous? Taehyung’s going to call you when he needs to be picked up. He’s going to see the inside of your car before he even sees the inside of this apartment.”

Uh oh. Now your heart was beating fast. Fuck. Fuckity fuck. Alcohol made you sexually uninhibited because you really, really enjoyed having sex. Far too much. But you couldn’t go through life fucking everything with legs (or without them – to be honest, it wasn’t that strict of a requirement) because, hello, societal standards? Social appropriateness of maybe not fucking the cashier at your favorite coffee spot or your friend’s roommate in his apartment? You know, you had to be a productive human being and not a damn nympho. Wasn’t like you were getting paid for it.

Jungkook lifted his leg from his knee and spread them, tilting his chin upward.

Oh ho?

Well, now you knew why Jungkook crossed his legs, because a very obvious bulge was struggling in his leather pants. Where was embarrassed Jungkook? Shocked Jungkook? The Jungkook that was stunned at your crude words and straightforward manner?

Give him back. This is too much.

Perhaps you had been a little too frank for once – ah, who are you kidding, you’d probably been in this situation before.

Jungkook’s right hand slid up his thigh, long fingers with tiny, delicate tattoos, tracing the contours of his muscular quads. You tilted your head as he danced his fingers along his inner thigh before spreading them over his bulge and cupping it, stroking slowly through the thick fabric as he licked his lips.

“I am not drunk enough for this,” you muttered.

“Are you scared?” Jungkook asked softly, still palming himself through his pants. “Scared Taehyungie will be mad at you?” You felt a muscle in your face twitch. It seemed that he knew he was getting the better of you, because his voice was dropping low, sultry. You did not like being challenged, because well… you always tried to rise to the challenge. To your detriment, sometimes.

“Is Taehyung the boss of you?”

Fuck.

You snapped your head at him, narrowing your eyes.

“No one is the boss of me,” you replied icily.

Jungkook softened his features, laying his head back in the armchair. His hair curled around his cheek as his breathing deepened. His teeth caught his lower lip and gradually released it, the pink flesh popping back into place. The tiny mole under his lip trembled.

“Then do whatever you want, noona.”

Your eyes narrowed to slits, nails digging into your palms.

“What’s gotten into you?”

Jungkook’s voice was a smokey wisp, soaking into you.

“Just imagining you on your knees, naked, covered in cum…” He groaned, rocking his hips into his hand. “Sounds so fucking hot.”

Well. It had been. It was fucking hot, it made you wet just thinking about that night. It had felt amazing as the cum dripped down your skin, covering you, making you filthy with your sinful lust, so delicious and raw and dirty that right now you sat up, spreading your legs again because the space between your thighs was too fucking hot, too fucking much. Stupid velvet pants.

You got up from the couch, eyes still on Jungkook, his pupils dilating, tongue tracing the outskirts of his lips. He leaned his head back a little and moaned your name, long and lustful, eyelids fluttering. His dark hair brushed against his brows.

“Stop,” you breathed, reaching down to push your shirt up. Your fingers hovered over the button of your pants. Too hot. Too fucking hot. “You’re doing this on purpose. You’re tempting me.”

The side of his lips curved upward into a lazy smirk.

“I am.”

You placed your phone on the coffee table. The sound was on. Taehyung still hadn’t texted you. You would hear it vibrate against the wood. You took another step, unbuttoning your pants. Fuck. Why was Jungkook so sexy? You could resist if he wasn’t so damn hot.

“Don’t want you to think…” You swallowed; throat tight. “Don’t want you to think I’m treating you like a sex object.” The zipper of your pants slid down. “Because you seem like a nice guy.”

He smiled, undoing his pants too, sighing as the zipper freed his bulge.

“If I was your sex object…” Jungkook purred, pushing his tight leather pants down, down. “Even for only a little bit, I wouldn’t hold it against you, noona.”

Now your velvet pants were being peeled off your hips, leaving you in your seamless black panties. Oh, fuck, his thighs. Muscular and powerful, skin so pretty you wanted to touch. His eyes slid down your body.

“Holy shit, your thighs.”

Seemed like you both had the same idea. You climbed onto Jungkook’s lap, straddling one of his thighs. Now he was close to you, smelling like fresh linen, presence so warm and powerful you were being drugged by it. Your hands slid onto his shoulders, gripping them finger by finger, breathing hard as he tensed them. Slowly, you sat down on his left thigh, gasping as your soaked, clothed heat touched him. He grinned, flexing it under you. His own hand slid up your thigh, squeezing it, watching his fingers sink into your softness.

“Now, this,” Jungkook breathed, staring into your eyes. “This is a sexy body.”

Your heart was beating so fast, so fast. He watched you closely, eyes so dark that you felt like you were drowning in them. You rolled your hips into his thigh, hissing as you became wetter. He flexed the muscle under you, hard and unforgiving, sitting back and letting you rub yourself against it. You smeared your juices into his skin, stimulating your clit, inhaling sharply. Jungkook was still clutching your thigh, his large hand pressed into you.

“Is that enough for you?” he drawled, his other hand sliding up to land on your other thigh. “Is that all you want from me?”

Your eyes flickered to his playful, daring brown orbs.

“There’s no time…” you muttered.

“Take off your panties,” he nudged.

He placed his hands on your waist and lifted you up. You bit your lip, uncertain.

“Noona, I want you to feel good.”

He slipped one finger on the side of your black panties and pushed down. You took the other side and pushed them down, raising your legs to pull out one and then the other. Your panties fluttered to the ground. Jungkook’s gaze on you as you lowered again, bare and dripping, onto his thick thigh. Oh, holy hell. He tensed it and pressed your hips down, grinding his thigh onto your slopping wet pussy. You moaned, grasping his forearms through his turtleneck, feeling the strength in them, the hardness. You closed your eyes, humping his thigh, lost in bliss.

“Can you cum like that?” You felt Jungkook lean forward, lips brushing against yours. “Cum you cum just by rubbing yourself on me?”

Tiny, rigid nods. “If you... kiss me.”

He groaned as he felt your opening tense on his skin. “I thought you would never ask.”

And then his lips were on yours, soft, delicate. Sweet, erotic kisses contrasting with how hard you were fucking his leg, his tongue dancing in the periphery of yours, dodging you playfully as you whined, clutching him tighter. He pressed you down harder, sliding his tongue into your mouth. You shuddered, wetness pooling at his kisses, your core tightening as he whispered your name into your lips.

“Your body is so fucking delectable,” his murmured. “So sexy, it’s sinful.”

You clenched your jaw as you basically rammed your hips into his thigh, slippery and hard, your clit throbbing with need.

“Cum for me, noona.” You could feel his lips form the words as he kissed you, awe in his voice. “Cum on my thigh.”

You dug your nails into his clothed arms and shut your eyes, moaning his name, feeling the strings inside you snap, pleasure waterfalling into you as you came, squelching onto his skin, so viscous and thick that it added to the lubrication, your swollen clit throbbing. Your eyelids fluttered as his hands pressed you down, grinding your hips into his muscle so you could ride your high, extend it until you were melting, hands falling from his arms. He cradled you gently, your chest heaving with effort.

“J-Jungkook…”

“Mhm?”

You cracked your eyes open. “Has my phone made any noise?”

He shook his head. His dark hair covered part of his left eye. “No, noona.”

“Ah.”

Maybe Taehyung was getting laid. Good for him.

“I’m going to touch you now,” you stated. To the point.

Jungkook grinned.

You reached down to his black boxer briefs and yanked them down, freeing his cock and balls. He lifted his legs a little and you pushed them down, but he took your hand, placing it on his semi-hard cock. He moaned as your fingers wrapped around him.

“Do you want to take it off?” you asked quietly, referring to his underwear.

“No,” Jungkook replied tightly, cupping his hand around yours, using your hand to stroke himself a few times. “I can’t wait anymore.”

You nudged his hand aside and began your pace. He leaned back, gasping softly. Your grip wasn’t what it used to be. Carpal tunnel was a bitch. Still, you furrowed your brow, concentrating, He swelled in your hand, pre-cum leaking at the red tip dripping onto your fingers. You stopped for a moment to coat your palm with it, bringing it to your mouth and licking your hand, moaning at his taste. Jungkook shivered, watching your saliva spread all over before returning to his cock, adding to the lubrication.

He pressed his head into the back of the armchair, hips rising as you started again, jaw tense.

“I’m not as good as before,” you gritted out. “My wrist–”

“It’s perfect,” Jungkook interjected. “Fuck, your hand is perfect.”

He was rock hard in your hand as you jacked him off. You snuck a glance at him. His hands were on his face, combing through his dark hair, eyes closing, mouth open as he moaned, rutting into your palm.

He was just so, so sensual that it was driving you insane, his noises making you wet. There was something feral about it, the way he looked at you through his lashes.

“Can I finger you?” he pleaded. “Please.”

Your hips were raised to get a good angle, your arousal already dripping down your thigh.

“Of course. Touch me, Jungkook.”

He lowered his hands, hair all over his face, staring at you through the veil. His fingers slid up your thigh, slipping in between. Dipping in, moaning as he touched your wetness. You sucked in a breath, feeling his fingertip graze your swollen clit. Your grip tightened.

“Jungkook.” Your eyes found his, glazed with lust. “You can be rougher with me. If you want.”

He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Don’t want to hurt you…”

You smirked.

“You forget who you’re talking to.”

He pushed two fingers into you, feeling you suck him in as you stroked him, smile still on your lips. Jungkook grinned, pressing his thumb against your clit and rubbed it as he began to thrust his fingers into you, matching your pace, the two of you focused on getting each other off, breath mixing between your bodies.

“Noona?”

“Yeah?” you panted, whimpering at his roughness, his fingers scissoring in you, stretching your walls as you squeezed back, faster and faster.

“Wanna cum in your mouth.”

You chuckled as he shoved a third finger into you, punishing your clit repeatedly, so full, so good, it was making you crazy, but you had to focus, you had to get him off.

“This is a weird angle.”

Jungkook suddenly pulled his fingers out and pinched your clit, making you hiss and your legs shake, pained whimpers clawing from your throat.

“Do it.” His voice was a low growl. “Do it and I’ll reward you.”

You slid off the chair, still stroking his cock, narrowing your eyes at him. Jungkook looked down at you, smirk on his pretty pink lips, whispering your name. You removed your hand and replaced it with your mouth. Fuck. He sighed, hand coming up to tangle in your hair, not quite pressing you down but holding you there, his taste coating your tongue, his hard length throbbing in your mouth. You moaned onto his cock and his hips trembled, his long bangs covering his left eye.

Ugh, the way he looked at you. Your felt your pussy clench, demanding his cock.

Instead, you began to move your head up and down, soft lips around him, mouth tight around the head and length. His hand stayed there, moving with you, firm, reminding you that you couldn’t stop, that you had to keep going until he came. You set a nice, fast, tight pace, already knowing he was close, hearing his breathy groans, repeating your name over and over.

“Always thought you were fuckable,” Jungkook panted out. “Always wanted you in my bed.” He pressed his head into the armchair, shutting his eyes. “Couldn’t figure out how to convince you, couldn’t figure out how to tell you that I wanted you so very much.”

You tightened your throat around him and he dug his nails into your scalp, breathing shallow and tight.

“Gonna cum, noona, fuck, gonna cum down that pretty throat of yours.”

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut and groaned, his orgasm filling your mouth, coating your tongue, slipping down your throat. You gulped and he yelped at the sensitivity, whimpering as you softly lapped at the head, cleaning him off. Drinking it all, intoxicated with it, so satisfied swallowing it all.

Oh, how you loved sex.

You slowly removed your mouth crawling back up, no longer aware of your obligations to Taehyung, only interested in brushing Jungkook’s hair aside and kissing him deep, moaning as his tongue forced into your mouth, tasting himself. His hand slipped back into your folds and three fingers deep into you, fucking you. You whined into his mouth, telling him how good he was, telling him how good he felt inside you, telling him you how much you wanted his cock, his beautiful, thick cock jammed all the way inside you.

The door lock clicked and neither of you heard anything.

“Ah, I managed to hitch a ride with Jim– WHAT THE FUCK?”

Taehyung’s deep voice boomed throughout the apartment and you were still making out with Jungkook’s face as his fingers thrust into your slopping wet pussy, spreading you out. You whimpered as Jungkook broke the kiss, pushing you against his body as Taehyung slammed the door and marched in, kicking off his shoes carelessly.

“Fucking shit, why are you like this, fucking everything in your sight, you absolute–”

You turned your head, somewhat ashamed, feeling somewhat sorry – but not that sorry, because Jungkook’s fingers were still inside you. Taehyung’s strong features were twisted in annoyance, but he wasn’t looking at you.

He was scowling at Jungkook.

“I told you,” Taehyung said sharply, sweeping his lush fur coat back to reveal his black turtleneck and black slacks, pointing an accusing finger at Jungkook. “Not to get her started, because she is a horny seductress.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Excuse me?”

Taehyung ticked his head, looking down at you. “Am I wrong?”

You pouted. “Well, no.”

“And,” he added, directing his attention at you. “Why would you not ask me to fuck first? I’ve seen you naked hundreds of times!”

Jungkook raised his eyebrows. “Hundreds?”

Taehyung ignored him, leaning down and taking your chin. Brown eyes a mix of angry and amused, observing your lust. “I am offended that I respected you and you’re sitting in my roommate’s lap instead of mine.” His breath seemed like alcohol.

Your lips parted, heart beating fast. “S-sorry, Tae… You’re just always dragging me out of weird stuff that I thought you were disgusted by me…”

Taehyung brought his face close to you. You loved his voice. So deep, so intense, so heavy. It seemed to shake your soul with bass.

“I’ve wanted you on my dick the second I saw you.”

And then he kissed you, hard and full, as Jungkook’s fingers began to move inside you once again.

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part ii: kth x you x jjk

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Fic Rec Friday 12/02/21

I'm so sorry that I haven't posted anything for almost 3 weeks I've just been so busy. Since I won't be posting next week here are more than a few fics on my Marked For Later list.

Enjoy reading and don't forget to leave comments and kudos!

5 Times Peter Cried About Tony (6k) by parkerxheart

And the one time Tony cried about Peter

Though Near or Far (6k) by SunflowerSpideyy

Peter makes a deal with the Infinity Stones to exchange his life for Tony's, ensuring he's completely erased from his family's minds in the process so that they never have to suffer the grief that he's felt in the time since the snap.

Febuwhump Day 5: Take Me Instead

What Was Missing Was You (5k) by @yes-i-am-happyaspie

While working with Tony in the garage at the Stark's cabin Peter sees a tattoo peeking out from under his mentor's sleeve. He's seen it before, back when the man was recovering in Wakanda but he'd forgotten about it until that moment. When he decides to ask about it, he finds out that there is more to the design than he'd thought, leading to some confusing feelings and a late-night conversation.

Tony talks to Peter about the five years that he was gone and does his best to help Peter understand how much he was missed and how much he is loved.

Sien, Ilien (49k) by everythingispoetry

Tony is bringing up his autistic son. The world - and the Avengers - are oblivious. They just think Tony is being typical self when he disobeys orders or just disappears.

Encounters through years. Pepper, Rhodey, Natasha, Steve, Thor, Bruce, Clint, the team, JARVIS. Bonus: Phil.

What's In a Name (3k) by the_og_straya

3 times Peter calls Tony something other than Mr. Stark.

I Will Carry You (257k) by Lansfics7 (Hydra Peter)

Tony Stark goes on a mission with the Avengers to infiltrate a discovered HYDRA base. He has orders to kill everyone involved with the operation and he plans to follow those...until he comes across a 16 year old kid with curly brown hair and brown eyes who has spent the last 9 years as HYDRA's prisoner. Instead, Tony helps him escape and they slowly grow closer. But Peter can't truly escape his past; it seems to follow him wherever he goes and put the people he cares about in danger.

I Promise I'll Do Better (12k) by 221BroadwayIron

Tony Stark has been a foster parent for a few years. He tries to avoid any kids old enough to talk back, but when a social worker calls him with a teenage boy who has no place else to go, Tony reluctantly agrees. Peter is almost completely self sufficient, used to foster homes where nobody pays much attention to him. These new arrangements are uncharted waters for both of them.

We Hold Each Other So Tight (they couldn't break us if they tried) (2k) by LittleMissAgrafina

Tony and Peter spent as much time as they could together, squeezing in lab days, movie nights, and any random thing they could think to do together. They were never apart when they had the chance to be in one another's company. Those chances disappeared completely when Tony was called in for a mission with Steve, Nat, and Sam. The only four available at the time to be called to mission. So they left, Tony promising Peter that he would be home in a few days, just in time for the younger hero's academic decathlon competition. The day for the team of four to arrive back home came and went with no sign of the quinjet that they left on.

Tony wasn't home and Peter had no idea where he was.

Wrong Leavers and Pizza Boxes (5k) by LittleMissAgrafina @littlemissagrafina

Well, if we only do one movie then snacks are good, but if we do multiple movies then I think take out would be good. How many movies will we doooo?” Peter drew out the last word. He hoped Tony would say that they could watch multiple movies, but he was just thankful Tony was available to spend time with him at all.

What are May's shifts like this weekend?" Tony asked Peter, a plan already being thought out in his head. "Because if she is busy at the hospital and fine with you staying the weekend again then we can binge a few movies and get take out. Tony tried to keep the eagerness at spending more time with Peter from his expression. He knew it probably didn't matter at this point but he still had a slight reputation to uphold.

Better Than You know (55k) by @yes-i-am-happyaspie

Tony learns about a young Peter by chance and for some unknown reason he ends up taking a liking to him and becoming friends with his guardians, May and Ben Parker. Eventually, he is tasked with caring for nearly-eight-year-old Peter for a week but when the situation becomes tragically permanent, Tony has to pull himself together to be the man his friends saw in him rather than the man he sees in himself.

Pick a place to rest your head (4k) by bluesweatshirt

Bro, imagine cuddling with your parents like that,” Peter laughed. Ned was at least a foot taller than his mom now, and his dad was a nice guy, but he definitely wasn’t the snuggly type.

“It’s kind of sad, if you think about it,” Ned mused. “Remember that one Tumblr post about how your parents put you down one day and never picked you back up again?”

Or, the one where Peter loses a bet with Ned and has to cuddle May and Tony in the aftermath of the blip.

Misser Star' (1k) by @joyful-soul-collector

“Woah there Sea Legs,” Tony said, catching him under the arms and setting him up straight. “Wouldn’t want you hurting yourself.”

“The sea is in my legs,” Peter said, clinging tight to Tony’s arm as he wobbled slightly. “What if my legs… were in the sea?”

“Oh wow--this is going to be fun.”

OR

Peter gets his wisdom teeth taken out, and is a very silly lad

Ask box is open!

#tony stark #peter parker #irondad and spiderson #fluff #fic rec friday

[rheawritessometimes]

Albedo SFW Alphabet

{ Albedo x GN!Reader }

{ Summary } The entire SFW alphabet for Albedo.

{ Warnings } Physical Affection

{ Notes } I saw a post asking for the alphabets for Albedo and decided to write for it. I didn't get to the NSFW alphabet. This was a while ago and I couldn't find the post. Masterlist

{ Word Count } 1,303

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Albedo can be affectionate, but he’s not usually the one to initiate affection. As long as it doesn’t get in the way of his work, he’ll accept any affection that you give him. But one thing he always does is kiss you on the forehead before going off to work.

B = Beauty (What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?)

The mind of his s/o is what Albedo cares about the most. He’d like a partner who he could bounce ideas off of, not even necessarily ideas relating directly to alchemy. If they have an inquisitive nature, even better.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

As long as he’s not busy, Albedo doesn’t mind cuddling. Lay on him while he’s reading and he’ll start gently stroking your hair.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Albedo is definitely the type to settle down with someone, he’s not looking for a relationship if it’s not going to be long-term. He likes to keep everything tidy and he cleans quite regularly. Albedo doesn’t let things really pile up and become a mess, he does the dishes right after eating, dirty clothes go in the laundry basket instead of the floor, etc. As for cooking, Albedo can keep himself alive with his cooking. It’s not the best, but it’s very edible! He doesn’t cook anything very complicated, though.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Albedo wouldn’t end things screaming and yelling, he would just say things aren’t working out, whether it be falling out of love or your lives simply going in different directions.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Albedo won’t enter a relationship if he doesn’t think it could last long term. He probably doesn’t care much about marriage, he could stay with someone his whole life and never marry, but love them just the same. But he’s not opposed to marriage, if you want to get married. It would probably take him a few years with a person to be certain that things would work out well enough to get married.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Albedo is a gentle soul, he’d never want to harm his partner. He’s very honest but tries to be kind in the way he words things if he thinks it could hurt you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Albedo doesn’t mind hugs, they can be very comforting. He’s not often one to initiate them, but as long as he’s not doing anything he doesn’t refuse them. Even though he rarely initiates hugs, he holds his partner tighter than one would expect and sometimes he doesn’t want to let go.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Probably before the relationship even starts. Albedo would most likely wait until he’s certain he’s in love with someone and a confession from him could be him casually saying, “I’m in love with you.”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Albedo has trust in his partner but, on occasion, he can get a bit jealous. For some reason, it irritates him the most if Kaeya flirts with his partner. But all he does is glare at the offending party.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Soft, slow, and sweet. Albedo wants to take the time to feel and cherish the moment. Albedo gives lots of forehead kisses, but he’s also fond of brushing a kiss against his partner’s knuckles. Give him a casual kiss on the cheek and watch him turn a little pink, and of course, everyone knows Albedo’s absolute favorite place to be kissed is the little star on his throat.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

If Albedo can handle Klee, he can handle any child. A very good babysitter who is especially good at keeping kids safe.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Albedo usually wakes up early. If his partner isn’t an early riser then he might be gone before they’re awake. He still kisses your forehead before he leaves. If you wake up with him, then he’d like to have breakfast with you. Breakfast for Albedo usually consists of two pieces of toast and orange juice, he does have to be at work at a certain time. On days Albedo doesn’t have to work, he sleeps in. He’s so reluctant to get out of bed and these are the times he just wants to cuddle with you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Albedo is in the habit of eating dinner quite late, so if his partner doesn’t mind eating late they might find themself eating or making dinner with him. He’ll often spend the time before bed sketching or reading, he likes to be productive most of the time. He’s in the habit of going to bed late, so he’ll tell you to go to bed without him. But if you refuse he might be willing to go to bed with you. Refuse to sleep without him so he comes to bed early and gets a healthy amount of sleep at night.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Albedo isn’t secretive, but he tends to reveal things slowly. It’s mostly just a matter of whether it comes up in conversation.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

A very patient man. Albedo tries not to let his emotions rule him and he’s very good at staying level-headed. Most likely, one would have to be intentionally trying to anger him to make him angry. He can get a little heated over serious lab safety violations.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

Albedo is excellent at retaining information, he may not remember everything but it would be pretty close.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Albedo’s most fond memory would probably be the confession. Whether it was from you or him. The moment he knew his feelings were reciprocated he was euphoric. Thinking about it makes his heart flutter.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Albedo isn’t particularly protective. Of course, he’ll step in if you’re in danger but he’s not the type to be with you at all times to be your bodyguard. If you’re afraid of bugs, he’ll protect you by capturing them and moving them outside. Albedo doesn’t really need any protection, but maybe sometimes you can protect him from himself by reminding him to sleep and not overwork himself.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Albedo cares a lot more than one might expect from him. A lot of people make the assumption that he wouldn’t care so much about anniversaries and little things in a relationship, assuming he doesn’t understand the point of them. In reality, Albedo is very thoughtful and makes a point of showing how much he cares. Every date he plans caters to his partner, he wants you to enjoy your time with him. In terms of gift-giving, he never wants to disappoint you. Especially for more special occasions, if he can’t find the perfect gift, he’ll invent it. In terms of the everyday effort he puts into the relationship, he does his best to make you feel loved. He worries his actions won’t be enough and I can imagine him keeping a checklist of affectionate gestures he should do daily early on in a relationship. 1. A good morning kiss. 2. Make breakfast. 3. Bring flowers home after work… It becomes easier and more natural as he gets used to giving you affection and gauging how much affection you want on a daily basis.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Albedo is very committed to his work, to the point where he may neglect his partner. Of course, he never means to but he doesn’t always realize just how much time he spends working.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Albedo isn’t terribly concerned with his looks, but he does like to dress nicely. Not bothered with the latest fashion trends or anything, usually just wants to look professional.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

No. Albedo is not dependent on a romantic partner, he does fine on his own. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate you, though.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Albedo will use alchemy very casually to help with everyday tasks. Some of the things he does are really impressive and he’s so nonchalant about it. Honestly doesn’t see how special he is.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Anyone who dislikes Klee is seen as an enemy. How could anyone not like Klee? Someone who dislikes Klee may not exist, but if they do they’re Public Enemy No. 1.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Not sleeping. Albedo stays up late into the night working on experiments, looking over notes, analyzing data, reading journals, etc. He runs on four hours of sleep most of the time.

#.rhea writes #genshin impact #genshin #gi #genshin impact albedo #albedo #kreideprinz #albedo x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #sfw alphabet #headcanons #albedo headcanons

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Hi could I have Bones from Star Trek with the whole NSFW alphabet please? Thank you!

A/N: Sorry I’m getting to this late.  I got distracted by work.  Fully focused now! PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT ME TO KEEP DOING STUFF LIKE THIS!

A=Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

S o f t

For all his grump Doctor McCoy is a loving man. He’ll hold you close, run his hand through your hair, massage your sore muscles and whisper little nothings in your ear until you fall asleep.

B=Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner)

For himself, McCoy is very proud of his hands. He’s got the steady hand of a surgeon and knows exactly how to use them in you.

He’s an ass man. No, I will not be taking further questions.

C=Cum (Anything to do with cum basically; I’m a disgusting person)

He strikes me as the type that doesn’t want to make a mess and rather cum inside you (in a condom of course, he’s not an idiot). But there is something about a drop leaking down from the corner of you lip that does things.

D=Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory)

He likes it when you call him “Doctor” in bed.  He’s completely ashamed of it, and wouldn’t tell you for anything.  You figured it out of course, but you decide not to tell him to spare his pride.

E=Experience (How experienced are they?)

He’s got the advantage of age on his side (and an ex-wife), but in terms of grand total partners, not that many. He’s a relationship guy and wants to know you’re going to stick around for a while before doing the dirty.

F=Favorite Position

He likes you riding him, either facing him or reverse cowgirl. It gives him a great view either way while giving you control of your own pleasure.

G =Goofy (How are they in the moment?)

He switches back and forth. There are times he’s all business wanting just to get lost in you. But there are times he can’t help but make a joke or a dry comment about his “magic fingers”. It’s one of the few times he completely relaxes.

H=Hair (Are they well groomed, do the curtains match the drapes, etc.)

He keeps everything down there properly clean and groomed while not going out of his way to sculpt.

I=Intimacy (How are they in the moment, romantic aspect)

Like I said before, he can switch back and forth between intense and just having some fun.  But, he’s always focused on you and your pleasure. He wants to make you feel good, the only thing that changes is how.

J=Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

When you’re together, he doesn’t feel the need to jack off.  You’re all that he needs and he’s not a teenager anymore.  But, if you’re away for months on an assignment he might stroke out a session if the days has been particularly frustrating with a glass of bourbon right after.

K=Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Lingerie.

If you walk into the bedroom with a sexy pair of matching bra and panties, he just about loses it.  He’s even made sure you kept them on just so he could admire how it looks on you as he fucks you.

L=Location (Favorite places to do the do)

In his quarters or yours.  Everyone on The Enterprise is too damn nosey for him to risk it anywhere else.  Besides, he wants to be the only one to see you naked and moaning.  Call him selfish, but it’s the truth.

M=Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Call him petty, but he can’t help but get hot and bothered if you really get into Spock or Jim’s face over something.  They both need to get shot down a peg and seeing your eyes blazing gets his own fire going.  Also, really any time you bend over to pick something up.  Those Starfleet uniforms leave nothing to the imagination.

N=No (Turn offs)

Anything to humiliate or hurt you.  He can maybe tie you to the bed if you really wanted to, but that’s about as far as he’ll go.  He never really got the whole spanking thing and he’s not going to degrade you with his words.  You’re too important for that.

O=Oral (Preferences in giving or receiving, skill)

He’s more than willing to give, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like receiving just a bit more.  Like I said, something about cum on your lip really get him going.

But, in terms of his skill with his own tongue, he ain’t half bad. It’s no real loss though, he’s better with his fingers. ;)

P=Pace (Do they go hard? Do they go slow?)

It alternates, if either of you have had a rough day and just needs to fuck out your frustrations than it’s rough and fast.  Other times, he likes to take his time, rolling his hips and enjoying the moment.  He averages more toward the slow end of things, though.

Q=Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex)

This is on the rare side.  Like I said, he really does not like the idea of getting caught, so popping into his office for a quick one really isn’t an option.  You guys had a close call in the lab once and that was enough to scare him off of waiting until you guys can take your time in your quarters.

R=Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s willing to try some stuff; light bondage, different positions, toys etc., but he’s not up for any of the intense stuff.  Like I said, the idea of putting you in pain, even for the sake of pleasure, doesn’t really appeal to him. And, I don’t think he’s up for much pain on his end either.

S=Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last, etc.)

He’s not as young as he once was, so he’s usually good after one round.  But, he’s going to try to make it last as long as possible, hence his more slow and steady approach on average.

T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them?)

He has his own fleshlight he’s kept around from his single days, but he doesn’t use it much.  He’s also not opposed to you bringing in your own toy, particularly a vibrator.  There have been a few nights he used it while fucking you that were pretty memorable.

U=Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

He’s such as asshole when he’s in a good mood.  He’ll use his fingers to keep you on the edge, all while smirking and making some awful joke about being an expert at anatomy.  He’s lucky he’s cute.

V=Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

You know he’s getting close when his grunts and groans get louder and he starts babbling.  His words are always positive; calling you beautiful, praising the feel of your pussy, how good you make him feel, etc.  It never gets much over a low conversation, but it doesn’t need to.  This words are for you only.

W=Wild Card (Random headcanon)

He always has to have his hands on you.  No matter what position you’re in, he has to be grabbing you in some capacity.  It’s the number one reason he can’t be the one tied up.

X=X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Pretty average length wise (6 in when erect), but he’s definitely a little thicker than most.  Nothing to write home about, but it doesn’t have to be.

Y=Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Like I’ve said, not as high as when he was younger.  He can control himself most of the time.  You’re more likely to initiate things than he is. 

Z=ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?

Not right after.  He wants to make sure you’re comfortable and snuggled close before he allows himself to drift off to sleep.  But, once you assure him that you’re not moving anytime soon, he’s out like a light.

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[cheolbooluvr]

*patiently waits for ‘once, twice, three times’ to get to 100 notes*

also if you’re looking for ideas for part 2, i have a few random ones:

- a continuation of part 1 with cuddling (sorry i love reading about cuddling in detail it makes me so soft)

- imagine both of them taking a late night walk bc they both couldn’t sleep and bumping to each other and wonu inviting reader to watch the stars with him and they both talk about their day and their dreams and it’s just <33 bc they don’t have to worry about their statuses and get to be themselves

- sharing secret soft smiles whenever they see each other

- writing letters and leaving them at a certain secret place when they can’t see each other because they’re both busy

- reading books that they recommended each other so that they can understand one another better

obviously you don’t have to use these - they’re just a few ideas my sick brain managed to conjure up ! i think i’d enjoy reading whatever you write<3

ummmmm i LOVE these T^T making me softer than butter tbh

even worse??? these suggestions make me want to make it a series??? (i have other series i need to finish first tho akdjsalkd) the stars one major UWU

i have a couple ideas that actually align w some of your suggestions hehehe >:) well, while we wait, i'll be in the lab drafting smth up so let's see what comes of this :')

anon, i LOVE your brain!! seriously, thank you for these -- it's actually super helpful ^^

p.s. do u want an emoji??? you don't have to, but if you decide to drop by more (which i would absolutely love), then i can know who you are and you can find your asks easily :D up to you tho!!

#cheolbooluvr asks #cheolbooluvr 🌌 anon

[parkneroses]

parkner week day 2! it’s a day late (a day and four hours in my time zone but i’m pretending i’m american so i don’t seem like a crazy person writing until 4am)

major thanks again to @emptycanoflizards who gave me lots of lovely (ᵘⁿᵈᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉᵈ) compliments on my day 1 fic and everyone else who said something nice about it!! thank you for the motivation to actually write this <3

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day 2: they were roommates/prom/jealousy

This was a nightmare. Both a personal one- Tony really wasn’t a fan of aliens, for obvious reasons- and a PR one. How the hell was he supposed to explain why these.. these butter monsters were completely unaffected by the abundant security measures around Avengers Tower? How was he supposed to predict that there were creatures in the universe that could just melt, and resolidify at will? How was he supposed to blow them to bits with drones if they just fused back together like some kind of nightmarish oil-based hydra? (the monster, not the organisation.)

Fire seemed to be the only thing capable of keeping them at bay, which was horribly inconvenient seeing as there were only two avengers capable of harnessing that element, and Rhodey was in fucking DC. And he definitely wasn’t about to let Peter start swinging around the top floors of the tower with a homemade flamethrower, no matter how much the kid insisted.

“Tony?” Captain America’s voice came through the comms.

“Busy,” Tony replied. Cap knew that of course, he could see the tiny flashes of light in the dark sky that was Tony in the Iron Man suit whizzing around and burning the monsters to a crisp eight hundred feet above him.

“Tony. We can’t do damage to the aliens on ground level. Civilians have been evacuated and the tower is on lockdown. The aliens don’t seem to be capable of range damage, they need to engulf someone to actually hurt them. They seem adamant on attacking the tower, nothing else is sparking their interest, and they’re not smart enough to go attacking civilians to get our attention. I say we go inside, look over our options. You can’t kill them all yourself.”

Tony wasn't in favour of leaving his tower to get soaked in… alien guts? No, butter. Thinking of it as butter made it slightly more tolerable. Who would want their home and workplace to smell like a two-star diner? Not Tony, that’s for sure, but something about how Cap’s usually stoic, unwavering tone was peppered with grunts and wheezes made him reconsider. Coney Island fair scented tower it was, then. He signalled to Friday to open up the second floor windows so the Avengers could climb in, and flew through behind them into a conference room.

Natasha’s usually pristine hair was soaked through with the butter. Tony got the impression that she’d nearly been taken out, if her sigh of relief was at all telling. Bruce looked slightly green, but that might have been the bluish tint of his tired skin mixing with the yellow liquid to look a sickly vomit colour. Steve and Bucky had splatters of the goop in random places on their gear, but they were mostly clean. True professionals, those two. Sam and Clint, who had been in charge of evac, were chilling on the couch. They had finished their jobs almost an hour ago, content to leave the heavy lifting to the rest of the team for once. Steve was the first to speak.

“It’s late. They’re not going anywhere. Break for the night. Recuperate, and at be geared up at seven in the morning to go back out and finish them off.”

Steve was the boss, so Tony didn’t protest.

*

In Tony’s defense, he never meant for the tower to actually house people. Sure, there were a couple spare bedrooms on his personal floor, and the Avengers’ rooms on the floor below his, but that was kind of it. The granite and marble floors, glass tables and concrete desks were picked for their sleek and minimalist style, not their comfort. Although it was nearing midnight, there were still a couple hundred people in the tower. Mostly due to night shifts, but there were always a couple of late-night stragglers, usually employees that couldn’t keep their mitts off their ultra exciting projects. Plus twenty or so S.H.I.E.L.D agents. And Nick Fury of course, because if there was a god in this cruel world, he was intent on making Tony suffer.

Pepper had been a dream in sorting out beds for the lockdown prisoners. Scientists who were used to long nights and sleeping in uncomfortable places curled up in the padded chairs of the desk jockeys, who in turn rested their sore spines in the nap holes scattered around the labs. There were spare blankets in the donation bins on the ground floor, so the security guards that weren’t on the job made beds on the floor of the lobby. Pepper was his saviour. And for that, Tony owed her.

“I’m not dealing with the S.H.I.E.L.D agents. I’ve done my part, and quite frankly I’m exhausted from a full day of running your company. It’s your turn now,” Pepper said, shrugging off her jacket and making her way to the elevator.

Tony turned to the Avengers.

“You guys down to share rooms?” He asked. That earned him a smile and a small nod from both Steve and Bucky, but glares from the rest of the team, and a tasteful, “Oh, hell no,” from Sam.

Tony huffed and pulled a chair out from the conference table. He slumped in it (there was a time and a place for impeccable posture, and this wasn’t it), and pulled up a map of the upper floors of the tower with help from Friday.

“Okay,” Tony muttered under his breath. “Twenty S.H.I.E.L.D agents, and seven spare rooms on my floor, plus Capsicle’s on the team floor, and couches. Twenty S.H.I.E.L.D agents, and eight bed spaces. Two per room, and two per couch. Friday, assign rooms based on personality and filter for lowest chance of conflict. Direct all S.H.I.E.L.D agents to their rooms.”

Tony was surprised at how easy that had been. Maybe he was actually capable of doing things without Pepper! Who knew?

The celebrations could wait until the morning. For now, Tony needed his beauty sleep. Early mornings were a bitch to his skin. He couldn’t imagine the butter was helping with that.

*

Of course, all good things had to end eventually.

Someone was knocking on his door. Tony didn’t like it when people wanted his attention during sleepy-hours. He laid his head back down on the pillow and felt his eyes slip closed.

But the knocking wouldn’t stop.

“Boss. Your door.” Friday reminded him. Tony sat up with a groan.

“Yes, Friday, I got that. Who is it?”

“Harley Keener is knocking on your door, sir. Would you like me to open it?” Friday asked. Tony’s eyes went wide. Of course he thought designating rooms was easy, he had fucked it up. And wasn’t that just how everything in his life went?

At Tony’s hurried request, the door swung open to reveal a lanky, six-foot-something boy wearing nothing but his Hello Kitty pajama pants, death-gripping the pillow in his arms.

“To-ny,” Harley slurred, his voice heavy and deep with lethargy. “There’s people in m’ room.”

Pepper tutted from where she lay at Tony’s side. With a dramatic sigh, he heaved himself out of bed to sort out yet another problem. If he wasn’t a billionaire, Tony would probably never stop complaining about how he wasn’t paid enough to deal with this shit. So what if he forgot the kid was staying over? He’d only been here a day and Tony had spent most of that day saving the world from oleaginous potential overlords. It wasn’t his fault.

Except it was, and that meant he had to help. He gently guided the kid by his shoulder back to the room he was meant to be staying in. It was the nicest guest room in the penthouse, specially decorated for Harley (not that the kid knew it), with sky blue walls and plants on every surface to remind him of home. And in the middle of it, sitting cross legged on the king sized bed with a hand full of Uno cards each, were Nick Fury and Maria Hill.

So much for getting Harley his room back.

Tony frowned and shut the door gently. Desperate times, he reasoned.

“Do you mind sharing a room with someone? Promise it’s only for one night.” He asked.

“S’long as the room has a bed in it, I’on’ care,” Harley mumbled, releasing his vice grip on the pillow for a second to rub aggressively at his eyes. Tony let his shoulders drop in relief and directed him the other way down the hall. He had been meaning to introduce his chil- no, his mentees eventually, and this seemed as good a time as any.

*

Harley stood fixed to the ground in shock next to Tony as the man explained the situation to the other kid- no, the angel sitting on the queen sized bed in the middle of the room. He had what looked to be a Physics textbook open on his lap in front of him, and Harley thought he heard the angel mutter something like, “Flamethrowers are dangerous, Peter. You could get hurt. Look where playing it safe got you. I couldn’t do my homework ‘cause I was too stressed and you- you smell like bad movie popcorn and guts,’ under his breath when Tony stopped talking

Harley gently lifted Tony’s hand off his shoulder and turned to face him.

“Go. I’m good here,” Harley said softly. Tony shrugged at him, and threw a strained smile at Peter that Harley roughly translated to, “Be on your best behaviour or we’ll be talking about this later.” He was well acquainted with that particular look.

Harley brushed it off and went to sit on the bed. He stuck his hand out to shake Peter’s.

“How do ‘ya do?,” He asked, his accent laying thick in the back of his throat. Peter shook his hand with a surprisingly strong grip, and his cheeks flushed a colour that reminded Harley of the baby pink irises that grew in his backyard back home.

“Good. Name’s Peter. Parker.”

“Nice to meet you, Peter. Parker. What’re you up to?” Harley flashed his most charming make-old-ladies-swoon smile, and Peter chuckled.

Harley felt himself relax. Peter’s laugh felt like a cold drink on a hot summer’s day, cooling him down on the inside while his face grew warm. It was light, and refreshing, and... he had missed the answer to his question.

“What was that, darlin’?”

Peter’s blush grew darker, and he squirmed for a second until he realised what he was doing and stopped abruptly.

“Physics homework. It’s boring, and it sucks. D’you wanna watch a movie or something instead?”

God, his voice was just as pretty as his laugh. Everything about Peter was pretty. He had really fluffy bed-head that reminded Harley of a pom pom, that he just wanted so badly to run his fingers through, and Harley could feel the blood in his cheeks heat himself up enough that he could just melt into Peter’s chocolate river eyes.

Harley was staring, and clearly Peter got the wrong idea.

“Or, or we could just go to bed, if you wanna, I just thought since it’s not that late-”

Harley’s eyebrows furrowed, and Peter’s sentence trailed off. They stared into each other's eyes for what felt like ten minutes, though it couldn’t have been more than a couple of seconds. Harley imagined being engulfed by liquid bronze as he tried to swim in the thick swirls of brown and gold in Peter’s irises.

He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts, and mumbled,

“Yeah, movie sounds great. What’ve you got?”

Peter smiled at him and pulled up the covers so Harley could get in properly. He pushed himself up against the headboard, arranging cushions behind him to support his back during the movie.

“Already got one open,” Peter said, scooching up next to Harley under the covers and laying his laptop between them. “It’s a classic.”

Harley smiled as the opening credits of Clueless began to play. Peter had great taste.

*

“Morning, lovebirds,” Tony said gleefully.

Harley groaned and grabbed his pillow tighter, pulling it flush to his chest and burying his face in it to shield himself from the light.

Except, the thing in his arms was something much harder than a pillow, and the scent of chemical coconut filling his lungs was definitely of a shampoo.

His sentient pillow groaned, pulling him closer and mumbled, “Five more minutes, Miss’r Stark.”

“No can do. Aliens are dead, and Clint made breakfast!” Tony’s jubilant tone didn’t falter. Harley raised an eyebrow at the man.

“What’d he make?” Harley asked sceptically. He hadn’t met the Avengers many times, but even he knew not to trust Clint’s cooking.

“Butter croissants!”

Harley stiffened, and Peter let a puff of breath that warmed Harley’s chest and mumbled,

“Oh, hell no.”

#you can pry harley keener in hello kitty pajama pants out of my cold dead hands #someone draw it pleeease #ill love you endlessly #sorry my writing is so static today? #i drank a lot of coffee and didnt edit #i probably will eventually dont worry #its 4:45am im gonna post on ao3 and SLEEP #parkner #parkner week 2019 #parkner week #keenker #potatowebs #mcu #parkner fic #parley #spiderlad

[timeagainreviews]

The Doctor Shows Great Praxeus

One of the more amusing aspects of being a Doctor Who fan is fantasising about one day travelling with the Doctor. I’ve heard grown-ass adults tell me that they have thought "I kinda want to get in shape, in case the Doctor ever comes." We’ve all asked ourselves which Doctor we would most want to travel with. The next question, of course, is- "Anywhere in time and space, where do you want to go?" Usually, my response is "the future." As a trans person, I don’t much fancy a visit to the past. But lately, even the future seems a grim place to be.  Part of me wants to see the future because I want to see Star Trek in action, but part of me just wants to know if we survive.

When I heard that an episode in series twelve was going to tackle the subject of plastic pollution, my first reaction was "Autons?!" I also braced myself for a heaping dose of cringy edutainment. While it is a very clear and present danger that should be treated as such, I don’t expect Doctor Who to tackle the issue with much finesse. It’s no secret around these parts that I have questioned Doctor Who’s capacity for dealing with heavy subject matter. However, it would seem as though writer Pete McTighe has cracked the code- make it part of the story!

I’ve had Pete McTighe on my mind this week as he showed up on the "Behind the Sofa," segments in the new Seventh Doctor blu-ray boxset. (I’ve not forgotten that by the way, I do plan to cover one of the stories.) I knew McTighe was set to pen an episode this season, so I had been looking forward to that. If you’ll recall, I was a fan of his episode "Kerblam!" Some of my more anarchic friends wrote the entire episode off because the Doctor doesn’t dismantle the company at the end. So does Pete show better praxis with "Praxeus?" Let’s get into it!

The episode opens on several different locations- Peru, Madagascar, and space. We’re introduced to three groups of very different people. We’ve got Adam, an astronaut plummeting to earth in a capsule. We’ve got Gabriela and Jamila, a couple of travel bloggers forced to camp amongst rubbish. We have Jake, a cop on sabbatical who appears to be struggling with anger issues. And then we have Suki and Amaru, a couple of scientists working in a lab next to a beach where a survivor from a submarine accident is about to wash ashore.

I was concerned at that moment as I was worried they may have bitten off more than they can chew. So many new characters and settings all at once could easily become lost in the chaos. But the action is given focus by Jake learning that his husband Adam, the astronaut, has crashed. After a mysterious text from Adam, he heads to Hong Kong in search of his missing love. In a very short amount of time, there is a very strong sense of character development for Jake. This left me somewhat concerned as most of the companions have taken the backseat to secondary characters this year. It’s not been to the show’s detriment, as such, but it did leave me wondering if their solution to the problem of character development would be to ignore it completely. But here, that simply isn’t the case.

Tosin Cole is in particularly fine form as the Doctor’s man in Peru. We’ve seen each of the companions grow and take on traits of the Doctor, but Ryan shows a maturity and confidence we’ve not fully seen from him previously. When Gabriela wakes to find her friend Jamila missing, it’s Ryan that calms her. It’s Ryan who takes a sample of an infected bird. It’s Ryan that finds Jamila’s body, moments before she succumbs to a strange blight. Seeing him like this, he’s less like the boy we met on his bike, and more like a man. Even Gabriela was unable to deny just what a man he is. I’ll admit that I was just a touch envious of her getting to pat him down.

All the while, the Doctor has discovered the sailor from the submarine on the beach who suffers the same fate as Jamila. Some sort of infection seems to be taking over random people and the birds, causing skin abrasions and odd behaviour until ultimately exploding into a dry powder. It’s a grim way to die, and one of the better ones I’ve seen in Doctor Who in ages. Above the research facility, swarms of birds swoop in large groups, moving like a single organism.

Graham and Yaz intercept Jake in Hong Kong, where they find Adam, still in his spacesuit like this was the Impossible Astronaut. While unhooking him from what is clearly alien tech, they’re interrupted by gas-masked scientists with laser guns. In the scuffle, Yaz holds a piece of equipment hostage, which prompts her to believe that whatever it is, it’s valuable. Thanks to some badassery on Jake’s behalf, they manage to get Adam unhooked from the equipment and reconvene with the Doctor. However, Yaz decides to hang back along with Gabriela so they can nab that valuable device.

Now, I’d like to take a minute to talk about the way in which the Doctor and her companions are operating as a team. Not only are they keeping in touch with one another through cool little communication devices in their necks, but they’re also using the damn TARDIS! It is easily one of my biggest gripes about Doctor Who that they never use the TARDIS in interesting ways. Most writers seem content treating the TARDIS like a tram to get from point A to point B. I know that in a lot of ways the TARDIS could easily become an overpowered McGuffin, but that doesn’t mean you never use it for stuff. Allowing them to move about in the TARDIS to chase leads made a global story seem manageable.

Yaz and Gabriela’s little team-up was such a treat. Not only was I loving Gabriela as a character, but they finally gave Yaz some good stuff to do. McTighe isn’t just writing the ensemble of three companions well, he’s actually managed to build a small supporting cast of characters, each with their own individual arcs. On top of that, the Doctor’s dialogue was on point this week. Even the humour struck the right balance of eccentric and scatterbrained (or is that brainsed?)  I’m not saying he’s my current favourite writer on the show, but I may start thinking that if he keeps this up.

Yaz and Gabriela locate the device, but as they’re retrieving it, one of the masked scientists shoots at them and uses a teleportation device to escape. I loved that Yaz was willing to see where the teleport led to, as it illustrates the Doctor’s influence on her companions once more. The Doctor has always banked on the benefit of the information gained from experience as opposed to wondering. If you can get captured, perhaps it will bring you right where you need to be. Following this logic, Yaz and Gabriela find themselves within what looked like a spaceship made of rubbish. Bits of rubber and plastic adorn the walls like the inside of the Skithra ship. And oh hey, there’s the submarine!

Back at Suki and Amaru’s lab, the birds are growing in number and getting restless. Amaru keeps watch while the Doctor and co. search for a cure for Adam who is also afflicted with this Praxeus pathogen. I loved that the Doctor delegated the task of dissecting a dead bird to Ryan. It was one more thing for her companions to do, which also made logical sense. While Graham has rather a lot less to do this time around, I was really pleased by his playing nurse for Adam. The subtle nod to his history with cancer got my heart stirring a bit. By the time Graham and Jake have their little heart to heart, I was already a big ball of emotions. This is Graham doing what he does best- giving granddad advice to a confused young man.

Now, I will admit, by this point in the episode, the plot began to confuse me. But this wasn’t the usual kind of confusion where "This doesn’t make sense because it’s dumb." It was more like "This doesn’t make sense because I’m dumb." There’s a lot going on, but if you paid attention, you will be able to make sense of things. Poor Amaru gets pecked to death in what has to be the shittest job as a lookout. It’s like sitting in place waiting to see if a brush fire will advance toward you. Meanwhile, Ryan has discovered the bird he found died with a belly full of plastic.

The Doctor deduces that the pathogen is attracted to plastic and found a feast within humans who are full of microplastics from the environment. It’s a grim outlook for the 2030s, but a sober one. And it’s a very relatable concept to imagine. How many times have you seen a bird hopping along and eating anything off the ground that looks like food?  As I said, they managed to talk about plastic pollution by incorporating it into the story. As the information is important to understanding the plot, it doesn’t feel as though we’re being spoonfed information for the sake of information. We’re learning by peeling back the mystery of this episode, and it worked beautifully.

The Praxeus pathogen appears to be intelligent, which is both why it’s been so stubborn to eradicate, but also why the birds have been behaving so aggressively. If a person gets scratched by a bird, they become infected. This could also be why Jamila wandered off into the night. Just about this time, Yaz rings up to inform the Doctor where she is. We learn that the Hong Kong lab was transmitting data to two locations- somewhere in the Indian Ocean, and Madagascar. Knowing she’s been made, Suki reveals she’s not from Earth, but actually a scientist from a planet that was nearly wiped out by the Praxeus pathogen. However, it’s at this point that the birds have found their way into the lab forcing the TARDIS crew and their new friends to flee for the safety of the blue box.

The Doctor meets up with Yaz and Gabriela where they discover Yaz hasn’t actually discovered a new alien planet, but are actually deep within the Indian Ocean, the third location triangulated with Hong Kong and Madagascar. Suki’s ship has attracted a sort of vortex of junk and debris which also interferes with nearby tech like say submarines or orbiting space stations. They find the scientist they had been persuing only to discover they too were infected by the pathogen. When they removed the mask to show a face full of what looked like teeth, I yelled out "Tim Shaw!" It’s at this moment when they find Suki has teleported aboard this little garbage island.

Suki being a callous scientist willing to infect an entire planet to save her own was some mad scientist level villainy on par with the Rani. Is she the Rani? She’s the Rani, isn’t she? It’s never the Rani. As things turn out, Suki appears to also be infected, and before she can stop the Doctor from stopping her, she too succumbs to the pathogen, exploding into a powder. Adam, on the other hand, is fairing better as the Doctor’s search for a cure has yielded positive results.

The plan at this point is to allow Suki’s ship to autopilot into the atmosphere and distribute the cure across the earth, thus ridding it of this horrible blight. However, as everyone is escaping they fail to realise Jake has remained onboard. Seeing the autopilot is broken, Jake finds the perfect opportunity to show his love for his husband by sacrificing himself. However, the Doctor shows some Capaldi level TARDIS manoeuvring as she saves Jake last minute. This was a nice change in pace from series eleven which seemed to take great glee in introducing gay characters only to kill them off. The two lovebirds’ passionate kiss had my boyfriend and I saying "Awww!" and holding hands.

After last week’s wonderfully befuddling episode, I expected them to give us something tame. Episode six after a big midseason reveal seems like the perfect place to put your run of the mill filler episode. Instead, I found this to be one of the best episodes so far. The plotting and pacing were on point. The dialogue was superb and believable. Add to that some stellar performances from the entire cast, and you’ve got the makings of an instant classic. Even the side characters were lovable and interesting. Gabriela’s continuous disappointment that nobody recognises her from her vlog was an endearing bit of character work that had me saying words like "honourary companion." I know the TARDIS is a bit full, but I’d be way into more of her in some capacity.

It’s hard for me to say if I have many complaints about "Praxeus." As I said above, there were moments when the plot lost me a bit. After a brief look around the internet, I realise I’m not alone in this. Others found it a bit dense, but I am confident that over time that will subside. I did find the idea that they had to search three solar systems to find a planet as messed up as ours to be a bit heavy-handed. But that is sort of where we’re at as a planet. Writer Chuck Palahniuk once said something to the effect that the beaver wasn’t saved from the brink of extinction by freedom fighters chaining themselves to the last few beavers. It was the person who designed a more fashionable hat that didn’t require beaver skin. People stopped killing beavers to make hats, and the beaver survived.  What I am getting at is that "Praxeus," doesn’t succeed by doomsaying, but rather through charm. By the end of the episode, I didn’t feel exhausted by information. Instead, I found myself feeling something far more constructive- thoughtful.

#doctor who #praxeus #Thirteenth Doctor #Jodie Whittaker #tosin cole #mandip gill #Bradley Walsh #Ryan Sinclair #Graham O'Brien #yaz #yasmine khan #pete mctighe #TARDIS #bbc #Time and Time Again

[fantabuloushq]

𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓇   𝒻𝑜𝓇   @humanitysbridge

           the most important part of emancipation,   or so i’ve been told,   is getting a job.   petty theft is fun ‘n all,   but it ain’t a great way for a girl to financially support herself and her hyena baby.   plus,   stealing’s a part of my youthful tomfoolery not this whole adult schtick everyone’s obsessed with.   anyway,   i been takin’ myself real serious lately.   a couple-a badass business cards later,   everyone stopped thinkin’ o’ me as joker’s girl and started taken me real serious,   too!  it took a while,   but once everyone figured out that the last person you think is capable of getting a job done is the first person you should hire,   the real jobs started pourin’ in.   it’s a foolproof plan to keepin’ the feds off your case!   i would know.   AND,   it turns out,   for a decent sum o’ cash,   i really follow through!  listen,   the reason i’m tellin’ you all this is is so that you don’t judge me when i tell you i’m in detroit.   it’s business,   not leisure,   duh!   do you even have to ask?   don’t go tellin’ no one or nothin’,   but i’m here to get some super important software from a dorky little do gooder.   they say he’s some kinda tech genius,   but i say:   men’s egos are the worst.   either way,   a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do,   so if you hear me throwing the g word around it’s cos the only thing i’m willin’ to stroke around here to get the job done is a little ego.   and maybe some keypads.   and boards.   keyboards.   what could a tech wiz loves more than keystrokes,   right? 

           upon arrival at the infamous star labs,   harley realizes how difficult really good tech makes this job.   how could it be that the reason for her hire could also be the reason for her failure?   she kinda wishes she could use some tech of her own,   blow the lid right off this joint and have what she wants sitting there in the middle of all the rubble on a silver platter,   but unfortunately that is not the case.   it’s not cos the silver platter is too unrealistic or fancy,   but rather that violence would sooner have her ass in jail than back in gotham.   this guy?   this guy works for the bat.   rather than let the change of pace deter her,   she lets it redirect her to victor stone’s apartment.   “yeesh kabob,”   she says,   eyebrows furrowing,   expression grimacing.   based on her less than warm welcome she thinks she may as well still be at star labs.   it was such a different vibe than her own apartment that she couldn’t imagine living inside of something so...   sterile.   “hmm,”   harley hums to herself as she eyes the buttons and lights and gadgets and gizmos that all mean something to someone.   luckily,   they mean nothing to her,   but she knows one of those suckers gotta get the job done!   “beep,  boop,  bee-dee-boop,”   she sing songs as if she knows the note each button will make.  head tilts,   eyes  widen.   she’s a kid on christmas with a new toy!   light taps of controls she doesn’t understand quickly become fists against metal.   she bangs them with each syllable.   “come!”   bang.   “on!”   as if an answer from the gods above,  she’s in!   and if she thought it was christmas before...

           “hole.y. shit.”   is harley’s extra enunciated profanity.   “this kid’s a genius alright,”   she says to herself,   picking up random objects and putting them back lazily,   thinking tech-genius or not,   victor stone certainly knew how to make money.   a couple spins through the kitchen and then she’s opening closet doors,   pressing multiple buttons until a tv appears and turns on,   eyes glistening in the blue lit reflection.   windows go from night to day,   an impossibly secure location that even her ex-puddin’ would think is to die for.   a gasp.  “that! tub!”   she plucks some strawberries from the fridge,   drops her clothes to the floor and hops into the spa tub she’s sure has a million other features she’s not even using.   and to think   ---   this is work!

           bleached strands are wet and dripping onto his sofa now as she lays towel clad in the living room.   she’s made herself what she considers,  “one fucking gourmet sandwich if you ask me,”   and is biting into it,   wide,   like she doesn’t know when her next meal is coming.   blame it on the odd hours.   the tv is so loud she almost doesn’t hear him   ---   until she does.   when she catches a glimpse of him,  harley practically jumps out of her skin.   the sandwich-free hand moves to her heart and then to cover her mouth as she swallows a bite,   quickly reprimanding him.   “jesus!   don’t you KNOCK?!   i coulda been indecent,”   she explains like it’s not only obvious,   but horrific.   without so much a second glance in vic’s direction harley is slamming his bedroom door behind her like she’s in some sorta lover’s quarrel.   once she’s thrown her clothes on and is about to head back out to her cave in his living room,   harley pauses,   hand loosely gripping the door handle.  she perks up,  a lightbulb going off above her head,  and she fucking knocks on the door from inside the bedroom.  when she walks back out,   she’s wearing a smug expression.   “see?”   she asks,  pleased with her demonstration.   she throws herself horizontally onto his couch and smiles big like she’s an old friend paying a pal a visit and he should be so happy to see her.   “hiya vic!”

#humanitysbridge

[bts-aesthetic-drabbles]

House Party: Part 1

Background Info: You are a foreign exchange student at Seoul University where you are studying in medical school.

Warnings: Sexual Content, Drugs, Alcohol, Swearing, Angst

I am running down the overcrowded sidewalk of my school aggressively trying to make it on time to my 8 o'clock Chemistry class, for the third day in a row. With mid terms coming up in the next few weeks, I have been desperately trying to prepare for them by staying after class for extra labs and lectures. I have lost track of how many "all nighters" I have pulled this past semester.

I have to keep my grades up in order to keep my spot in Seoul University's highly sought after medical program. I was lucky enough to get in based on my outstanding test scores, but maintaining the same standard of test scores in university is not nearly as simple as it was for me when I was in high school. 

I finally stumble into the lecture hall just in the nick of time as the professor calls my name, "-(Y/N). Huffing and puffing in exhaustion I drop down onto my seat and sling my heavy backpack on the floor as I raise my hand to make my attendance known to the professor.

I have got to start sleeping more...I can not afford a single tardy or missed class. My parents will be so unbelievably disappointed if I manage to get kicked out of this program that I’ve worked so hard to get into.

"Hey! You left this on the table yesterday on your way out of class. I tried to chase you down to return it to you but you ran off too fast for me keep up " a melodic voice chuckles from behind me as a large hand pops up next to my head.

In the hand is my cherry colored faux leather journal that is filled with very personal drawings, poetry and photos that I have taken throughout the past few years. It was been with me for quite a long time and houses some of my deepest and darkest feelings. I am mortified to think that someone might have seen what all is inside it.

I can feel my cheeks blushing like crazy as I look up any meet the gaze of the man’s shining eyes. His kind and comforting smile makes makes my heart flutter. I carefully reach out and take the small journal from his outstretched hand and look down at the desk in front of me as I grasp the framiliar book. I really hope he didn’t look at any of the things in this book...some of its contents are beyond embarrassing.

“You really should hold onto personal things like that better. There are some cruel people out there that might try to use something like that against you one day.” He says politely with a shrug as I take the book from his hand and clutch it to my chest. Ah, so he probably did at least glace over it for him to know it’s very personal. I wonder what all he saw? Was he looking for something in particular, perhaps it was just my name? I really shouldn’t always assume the worst in every situation.

None the less, he did find it and return it to me so he is owed a thank you, “ Thank you so much, I have been so scatter brained lately. I can’t seem to keep my head on straight!” I bow my head lightly to the guy and turn my attention towards the front of the class as the professor begins his lecture.

Throughout class I can’t seem to focus on anything the teacher is saying, my heart is pounding in my chest and my mind keeps on reeling. I feel like I am drowning in my own thoughts about what the guy next to me is thinking about me and what he might have seen in my notebook.

Was it something super sad and embarrassing like an emotionally charged journal entry about how lonely I am because I have no family around here and I’ve lost all my friends since moving countries. Perhaps he saw some of the (potentially creepy) polaroids I’ve taken of random groups of friends on campus that are laughing and playing games together.

Maybe be saw the sketches of random people, places and things that inspire me. The emotions, sights and experiences of everyday life that make it so beautifully fascinating.

Maybe he took the time to look at everything in the book and maybe was able to piece together how much of a depressed loner I am. Maybe he looked at the contents and connected the dots of my soul that show exactly who I am and how I feel. And maybe he showed it to all of his friends and they had a good laugh together at how much of a loser I am.

Negative thoughts continue to roll around in my brain until finally I am forced to snap back to reality as the teacher ends class and people start slamming textbooks closed all around me. I shake my head and look down at the pencil in my hand and find that I had covered my blank paper for notes in doodles of random things.

I take a deep breath and begin packing my notebook and pens back into my bag as I force my mind to refocus on reality. I can not believe that completely zoned out for this entire class, I am going to be up all night tonight trying to read what I missed. It’s not like I have any friends here that I can get the notes from. Great job (y/n), way to totally fuck yourself over yet again....

Just as I reach to tuck my red journal I nto my bag I find that there is a small folded piece of paper sticking out of the top of it. I bite my lip lightly and tuck the paper further into the pages of the book and make a mental note to check it out later as I stuff the book into my backpack and shuffle out of the nearly empty classroom.

As that was my last class for the day I decide to make my way to the large courtyard in front of the main part of campus. The courtyard is often filled with students studying and hanging out with friends at any given time of day. People like to play sports, board games, read and have meals in the lush green grass.

Most days I set up my portable hammock on a couple of trees that are off to the side of the large lawn. The spot is next to small garden that is filled with a dozen different kinds of flowers and has the best view of campus. I like to study here and people watch from my secluded little spot. It’s quiet and peaceful and helps me to get my buzzing thoughts together.

I set my hammock up and carefully lay down in it so I don’t too over, which I have done an embarrassing amount of times. I just kind of flop backwards out of the nylon swing with my limbs flailing like out of some kind of cartoon.

I pull out my journal and open it up to the page where the folded note is. With slightly shaking hands I unfold it and read what the scribbled Korean handwriting says.

Hi! I want you to let know that I tried very hard not to look at what all was in your book when I found it yesterday. I just wanted to find your name so I knew who I was returning it to but...as I flipped through your journal I fell in love with your art. Your photos and drawings had me in a trance, the way you capture the essence of such complex things like emotions and relationships is so unique and it really moved me.

One of my best friends is an art major here and I think he would die to see some of the things you’ve created.

Also, I noticed that a lot of your book was written in English, which is so cool! I’d love to hear you speak some English sometime. Maybe you can meet another one of my friends who also speaks fluent English as well!

Sorry for rambling...Anyways,

I’ve noticed that you always seem to be in such a rush...and seeing how full your book is, you don’t seem to get out very much. So, I’ve decided that you are coming to party with me this weekend. I can tell that you need to get out of your own head and have some fun for a change. I know you will probably want to say no, so here is some motivation for you to agree:

1. I am not some kind of crazy person that is trying to lure you off campus to hurt you or something. The party is at one of the frat houses just off of campus and there will be a bunch of people there so you don’t have to worry about that. You are welcome to bring a friend if you want.

2. There will be plenty of food, drinks and fun involved. I can introduce you to the friends that I mentioned earlier.

3. I will let you copy my notes from class today since you seemed to be a little spacey and in another world today.

I can’t wait to hear from you! Text me for details! (XXX-XXXX)

-Jeon Jungguk

The handwriting is rushed and a little scratchy in nature. At the bottom of the note I spot a cute drawing of a planet and some stars on it, along with a tiny smiley face.

A party? I’ve never once in my life been to a real party...what do you even wear to a party? What do you do? I can’t imagine that I would be much fun to even hang out with considering I literally bake cupcakes in my dorm room microwave on Friday nights while listening to recorded lectures as a form of ‘fun’.

But maybe it’s for that exact reason that I should try to have some real fun for once. Fun that other people my age are having.

I type Jungguks number into my phone and send him a text with a little planet emoji to let him know that it’s me. He responds almost immediately with, “Ah, so you got my note! So, what do you say? Will you be coming?”

I agree to come and he texts me the address and time for the party and tells me to be sure to pack a small bag with some essentials just incase we end up staying at the party over night. I googled it and apparently, that is a normal thing that sometimes occurs at parties...

I scuttle up and out of my hammock and fold it up and put it in my backpack along with my journal and begin making my way to my small apartment on the far end of campus. I was lucky enough to be able to afford an apartment rather than having to stay in one of the school crowded dorm rooms.

I quickly make my way down the sidewalk towards my home. After several minutes the framiliar grey and white building comes into my sight and I watch as dozens of my fellow students make their way in and out of the popular apartment complex.

The place is nothing that special but it is conveniently in the middle of campus and even pretty modern with its decorations and room accomidations, expecially considering the cheap rent.

I currently am staying in one of the one room studio styles apartments that is on the top floor of the glass building. I press the elevator button and watch as the doors immediately open and reveal an empty elevator. How fast and convenient! That never happens!

I scurry into the elevator and begin rapidly pressing the close door button before anyone can get on. I hate riding the elevator all the way to the top floor with a group of university students.

Just as the door is about to close a tan arms shoots through the narrow gap in the door and says, “hold that elevator please!” Damnit. So close.

I press the ‘door open’ button of the control panel and the door dings and reopens to reveal a very disheveled and stressed looking man.

His dark brown hair is askew and one arm is overflowing with textbooks and lose pieces of paper. He must be a science major. His aura reeks of chaos and stress, much like me.

He clamors into the elevator and flashes a dimpled smile my way as he thanks me with a small bow, “Floor 7 please. Thank you so much, I am in a huge rush. I got out of a study group late and I really need to get back to my room so I can take care of my plants! I’m already a whole hour behind schedule and I’m sure they are dying of thirst andI need to cook something for dinner and...ah sorry I’m rambling and I am sure you must think I am crazy....” He says as he runs a long hand through his messy hair and glances at the floor.

My eyes must have been wide as saucers as I tried to process the guys increasingly panicked speech, “Uh, no I don’t think you are crazy. I just think you are stressed out and in need of a break. Which I totally understand. You must be a science major like me. Hello, my name is (y/n)” I say with a friendly smile as I extend my hand towards him.

His eyes light up and he sticks his hand out towards mine and shakes it once before running his hand through his hair again, “Hi (y/n), my name is Namjoon! Actually I am an English and world studies major, but I am getting my minor is in science. What made you think I was a science major?”

Oh an English major, I bet he can speak English! I haven’t met too many English majors here in Korea. I decide to switch from Korean to English and speak the the guy to test his ability, “Ah, it was the large stack of books and the intensely stressed aura you had on you Namjoon. I think you should take some time to destress before you make yourself sick” I say in perfect English.

I watch as his eyes go wide and his mouth parts slightly as he hears me speak English yet he responds quickly and easily is English, “You speak English so well! You must not be from Korea... And yes stress is defiantly a problem. But I am trying to study as much as I can today before I spend my weekend relaxing and having fun with some friends. I advise you to do the same science major (y/n). It was nice meeting you! See you around!” He says as the elevator stops on floor 7 and the door opens allowing him to step out.

The door closes and the elevator fills with silence as I smile to myself remembered the cute dimples smile of the man I just met. The elevator ascends on more floor to my floor and I step out and make my way to my room.

I unlock the door with my keycode and push my door open and remove my shoes before stepping into the framiliar room. I flick the lights on and I can hear the faint hum of electricity as the room is illuminated. I throw my backpack down on my dining room table and sigh loudly as I throw myself face down on my nearby bed.

What a day.

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RotTMNT/Baron Jitsu fanfiction: Dating… With Children - Chapter Seven

(Also on AO3 if you want to leave a comment or kudos)

Plot:  Benjamin Draxum hardly considered himself a man of high social standing. Not because he was uncouth or unworthy of it, mind you, but simply because he didn’t have much of a social life. Hard to have one when he usually spent his days at work, cooped up in a lab for so long that he often had his lunches in there, and his nights at home reading or doing research for more personal projects. But perhaps meeting handsome semi-retired movie star - as well as his four young sons - could change all that…

((Soooo, I know I said this chapter would have a bit more drama, but as I was writing that chapter, I realized that this idea was better as a lead-in to the next, slightly more dramatic idea. So, you're getting this chapter first, hope you guys don't mind! Anyway, enjoy the action and fluff! ^v^))

They say no news is good news, and for the most part Draxum could see some truth to that. It wasn't as if he had wished for something to have gone wrong, like their lab’s computers completely crashing or one of his intern’s screwing up. But at the same time, there also hadn't been any major breakthroughs, not even small discoveries in their research and tests that could lead down a rabbit hole of possibilities.

No, instead it had just been another average day at work. Just like the day before, and the day before that… And the several days before that…

Draxum sighed, rubbing his eyes. He only had a couple hours left in the shift, and he knew exactly what he was going to do afterwards. It was a part of his routine that he had been somewhat denying himself, thanks to all the extra time he had been spending either at the Jitsu house or at his own apartment. And, while he certainly didn't regret the time spent with his boyfriend, he was still looking forward to a couple good rounds…

Suddenly, he felt his phone vibrate for a second in his pocket. “Speak of the devil,” he mumbled with a smirk, taking the phone out. Sure enough, it was a text from Lou.

“Hey, babe. Whatchu up to? Hope work is going well.” Draxum wasn't quite sure when Lou had started calling him that (though it certainly flustered him a bit the first time he noticed), but while he usually wasn't one for pet names, he supposed he didn't mind this one too much.

“Work is work. Going to stop by the ring after,” he texted back.

It only took a few seconds for Lou to reply. “Oof, that bad of a day?”

“No, just haven't done it in a while. Figured it'd be a good way to clear my head somewhat, instead of feeling like a rat on a wheel.”

“Fair enough, hope u have fun!”

Draxum stared at the reply, thinking about it for a moment before typing, “Would you want to come with?” He waited, and then-

“Really, you don't mind?”

“If I did, I wouldn't have asked.”

“Haha, ok! Let me call my babysitter to see if he’s available, otherwise yeah, I'd love to!” A few minutes later, Lou sent another text - a simple thumbs up emoji - and Draxum replied with what time he'd be picking him up.

A quick stop at home after work to change and grab his gym bag, and then it was straight to the Jitsu house. Thankfully traffic was on his side for the most part, making him only a couple minutes late. He walked briskly up the colorful sidewalk - it looked like the boys had tried to play some sort of space themed hopscotch game - and knocked twice. The door opened, and-

“Well hello there~!”

Draxum blinked, stepping back slightly. He had been expecting Lou or one of the boys to answer the door, but instead he was greeted by a stout man with bushy blond hair and an even bushier mustache and a smile that just seemed much too happy and friendly to be natural. “...Hello. I-”

The short man suddenly grabbed his hand, shaking it firmly. “You must be Lou’s new beau! Oh it's just so great to meet you! And I can just tell already that you two must be the sweetest thing and probably look so CUTE together!”

“...If you say so,” Draxum said slowly, allowing the man to hold onto his hand for only a few seconds before yanking it away. Figuring that he wouldn't just want to stand and wait in the doorway, the overtly happy man stood aside, allowing Draxum to come in. He noticed all four boys - and… Was that a dog? What in the world, where had that come from? - in the living room, contently sitting on either the loveseat or the beanbags as they all watched TV together.

“Oh, hey Dr. Draxum!” Donnie noticed, waving. The Labrador puppy that was sitting near him also gave a quick greeting, barking loudly before settling back down. The mustached man just giggled at the pup, wagging a finger at it.

“Er, hello boys,” the scientist nodded, giving them a halfhearted wave, “Where is your-?”

“Hey, you.” Draxum turned and saw Lou coming down the stairs, dressed in a v-neck tank top and long gym pants, with his yellow-tinted sunglasses once again being opted out for darker ones. His hair was also missing its usual pompadour-like style, his bangs instead being tied back in a top knot. The leaner man’s smile almost immediately helped put Draxum a bit more at ease, even if he still wasn't too sure of their ‘guest’.

“Have a fun date, Pop!” Raph told him as his father gave him and his brothers goodbye-and-be-good hugs.

“I'm sure we will,” Lou smiled. Once he was done with his boys, he turned to the blond. “We’ll try not to stay out too late. I would imagine that-”

“Oh no, take your time!” The stout man insisted, “I'm in no rush! And you know how I just love looking after your boys, Lou, it's no trouble at all! Now you two go on and have a great time, okay?

Lou chuckled. “Alright, if you insist. Thanks again, Todd.” They quickly shook hands, with the smaller man once again insisting that he was happy to help. Finally looking back at Draxum now, he led his date out the door while his babysitter waved them off. And as soon as the door closed, Draxum broke his silence.

“Okay… Who was that guy?”

“Who, Todd?” Lou asked, “Uh, he's my babysitter? Kinda thought that was obvious, but-”

“So, you just found this guy and thought, ‘yeah, he seems normal enough to trust with my children’, huh?”

Lou laughed as they walked. “Okay okay, I know Todd seems a bit weird-” Even he could admit to being a bit overwhelmed by the guy’s friendliness and enthusiastic niceties the first time they met- “But he's also just a nice guy! And a good babysitter too, the boys have a fun time with him. ...Though, that maaaay be because he always brings over one of his puppies whenever he sits - he runs a puppy rescue that's on the outskirts of the city.”

“Ah,” Draxum nodded, opening his driver’s side door, “Well, that's one way to give them a pet without actually giving them a pet.”

“I know, right! That's what I thought too!” He paused as he got in the car. “Though, Mikey still tries to ask me for a cat sometimes…”

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Since it was for amateurs only, the gym wasn't too fancy, all things considered. It was a little on the small side, and the youngest equipment there was still at least ten years old. Even his tiny home gym in his apartment was technically more modern. Still, the structure was sound and the roof never leaked, more than half the lockers there still locked and - the thing that always kept people like him coming back - there was still a well-kept, MMA regulation ring right in the center of it all. The perfect place for people to spar, as well as the home of amateur league bragging-rights-only championships every other month.

Draxum could still remember his first few times stepping into this old gym. He'd never been interested in team sports in his youth, but once he had found this place on one random walk around town, suddenly the strength and strategy behind mixed martial arts seemed pretty appealing. It kept him in shape at least, and even after three graduation ceremonies and earning a doctorate, he still found himself coming to the old gym to let off some steam about as often as he did as a teenager.

Lou seemed fairly impressed with it as well, immediately taking interest in the ring. The only other people there were a trainer and his hopeful eventual-champion, and since they were currently busy with the heavy bags in the corner, the ring was completely free.

“So,” Lou asked, stretching his arms as he glanced over his shoulder at his date, “Should we just get down to it then?”

Draxum smirked back at him. “Eager, aren't we?”

The ex-star shrugged. “What can I say, I like a good fight… Think you can give it to me?”

“I'd say I've got a pretty good chance.” Draxum walked over to him, close enough to let his natural height tower over Lou slightly. “Even when up against the great Lou Jitsu.”

Lou grinned. “Well then, let's see what you've got, Doc~”

“...This is ridiculously cheesy and over the top, even for us.”

“Oh don't act like you don't love it.”

All flirting aside, the two of them did take some time to stretch after climbing into the ring, with Draxum making sure to face away from his date, not wanting to risk staring or be caught staring. (Unbeknownst to him, Lou was doing the exact same thing. After all, Draxum was wearing a faded blue-grey tee and black shorts. Lou had never seen Draxum in shorts before, and he had no idea why. The man certainly had the legs for them.)

As they then turned back around to face each other and got into a starting position, the doctor couldn't help but feel a sense of deja vu, recalling the last time they ‘fought’. Of course, this time would be without the music, which meant it would naturally be more fight-like than dance-like, and there probably wouldn't be nearly as much fancy footwork. Still, he could feel excitement bubbling up in his chest, and allowed a small smile to stay on his face as they began the ‘round’.

Lou started things off, rushing in with a punch so fast that Draxum just barely managed to block it. “Ah, I was wondering if you'd actually take this seriously,” he said as he dodged another blow.

“Hey,” Lou chuckled, “Gotta keep you on your toes somehow!” He definitely had an advantage on speed, side-stepping and bouncing on his feet with ease as he hardly gave Draxum any room.

Of course, Draxum had his advantages too. He still had his height on Lou, as well as his physical strength. Once he saw an opening, he didn't hesitate to throw a punch. “Whoa!” Lou cries out, ducking down to avoid it before popping back up. “Nice one!” His date quickly raised his arms, ready to block.

Smirking, Draxum continued to throw hit after hit, keeping an eye on his openings and making sure to throw a fake out or two in there, just to keep things from getting to predictable.

Of course, Lou had his surprises as well. Turning one particular dodge into a sort of somersault, he gave himself some extra space. Once he was back on his feet, he tried a kick that was so fast and sudden, Draxum actually gasped as he moved away, thankfully only getting lightly kicked in the shoulder. The other amateurs he sometimes sparred with couldn't get their feet up nearly that high! “Too much?” He heard Lou ask.

“Hardly,” Draxum retorted, taking only the briefest of moments to regain his footing before rushing his date. Lou had been so focused on getting a possible tide-turning move in that he failed to also keep in mind his surroundings.

Not wanting to get pinned to the fence behind him, Lou dove out of the way, once again getting back to his feet in record time and trying another kick, this time aimed at Draxum’s back. But his boyfriend had speed of his own, it would seem. Draxum was able to catch the kick as he turned, taking the chance to shove Lou away.

Lou cried out a bit as he stumbled, though managed to keep from completely falling over. Standing back up to his full height, he was all smiles as he stared down his smirking opponent. “Alright, you’re asking for it!”

For the next two to three minutes, it was nothing but punches, blocks and dodges, with the two of them switching off between attacking and defending so quickly that if their fight had been an official match instead of just a spar, it could've been anyone’s round. Then again, if it had been an official match, Lou would've pulled out all the stops and shown off every trick he had while Draxum certainly would've been hitting a lot harder with quite a few more face shots, with either one of them being able to end the fight quickly.

But really, what was the fun in that?

For now, they just enjoyed the push and pull of the spar, observing each other’s strategies and clever moves while also admiring the other’s strength and athleticism. It was enjoyable, there was no denying that, but things were starting to slow down some. So, as Draxum caught his last punch, Lou allowed his body to stop. He smiled at his opponent, tilting his head slightly as he stared into Draxum’s eyes, not once trying to pull his hand away. “So… Wanna call it a draw?”

“Hmph.” Draxum lowered his arm, but didn't let go of his boyfriend’s hand. Only changing the position of his own hand, so it could feel like he was actually holding it rather than catching it. “Normally I wouldn't, but I think I can make an exception.” He rubbed the back of Lou’s hand with his thumb, taking a half step forward. “Good fight though. Shame it had to end.”

“Funny,” Lou said as he began tilting his head up now, “I was just about to say the same thing…” Still, there were certainly worse ways for a great spar to end than with a draw and a kiss...

Always seeming to have a few crumpled dollar bills and dull quarters sitting in the bottom of his locker, Draxum took the responsibility of keeping them hydrated and headed out to the old pop machine in the alley behind the gym. It took a couple tries for the finicky machine to accept his money, but Draxum was stubborn, and eventually this determination was rewarded with two bottles of water.

Unfortunately, once he stepped back inside, his mood quickly soured. The gym was a bit busier now, and while most of the people there were doing their own thing and minding their own business- “-Come on, you can't expect anyone here to believe that you are anything more than some washed up pretty boy from Hollywood!”

“Well, if you want to get technical, I'm actually from Tokyo,” Lou replied, arms crossed lazily, “Though I do appreciate the pretty comment, even if you are not really my type.”

The Chinese man who had recognized him (though definitely wasn't a fan) just sneered at the comeback. “Yeah, say all the one-liners you want, but that doesn't change the fact that you're not a real fighter!”

“And what makes you say that?” Draxum said suddenly, now directly behind the two of them, “After all, Hun, if you're going to be stupid enough to insult someone with enough skill in one hand to outclass you, then you'd better at least have some so-called evidence to back it up.”

Looking over his shoulder, Hun smirked. “Didn't think you were the fanboy type, Draxum. What, you think your ‘star’ can't handle a bit of trash talk? Can't handle someone who knows how to actually fight and not just swing a ladder around a set or toss around opponents who aren't even trying? Yeah, sounds like a real champion to me!”

Draxum narrowed his eyes, glaring down at him now. Of all the acquaintances and opponents he'd met at this gym, Hun was both the most cocky and the most annoying. Covered in tacky tattoos and always bragging about his ‘skills’, and despite only winning about two-thirds of the time, he still gloated incessantly about his victories to his cronies when they were there to back him up. The only good thing that came from running into him was usually beating him and shutting the mouth of his for a good while. ...But now, he could think of one better…

Draxum gave Lou a look and Lou didn't have to think about it, nodding back and giving his boyfriend a look of his own. Oh yeah, I've got this. “Well, if you are so confident, then why don't we have a friendly spar?” Lou asked, “Since we’re, you know, next to a fighting ring and all. You don't mind, right Ben?”

“Nope,” Draxum answered, “Don't mind at all.”

Hun grinned, cracking his knuckles. “Alright, Hollywood, let's do it. I for one can't wait to tell everyone how I beat the oh-so-great Lou Jitsu!”

“Oh I'm sure it will be an enjoyable tale,” Lou told him, not even looking at him now as he headed towards the ring’s entrance. Hun huffed, and started towards the other entrance. As for Draxum, he just found a good spot to watch from, and waited for the show to begin.

Lou took off his sunglasses in order to have completely clear vision, his face rarely serious. Hun smirked again, not at all intimidated. As far as he was concerned, this spar would be his, no sweat! “Here in the ring, you can't use fancy moves and convenient props as a crutch,” he taunted, “It's all skill!”

“I prefer to think of those things as ‘style points’, but hey, I can do basic.” Lou took one last deep breath before shifting into a starting position, completely prepared for whatever his opponent had to throw at him. “Ready when you are.”

Hun’s face shifted into a scowl, and he rushed towards Lou with a punch. Lou hopped back, dodging it easily. Another punch, another dodge. Hun tried a kick, and Lou simply ducked, sidestepping out of the way.

A small crowd was starting to gather outside of the ring. “See, I TOLD you that was Lou Jitsu!” “Whoa, you still think he can kick ass?” “Hun’s got this, Jitsu’s barely even fighting!” “Are you kidding me, Jitsu’s a pro! He's gonna wipe the floor with Hun once he gets going!”

Draxum watched in silence, eyes totally focused on his boyfriend. He could see the concentration in Lou’s face as he continued to duck and dodge, each move calculated as they darted around the ring. He wasn't trying to tire Hun out, he was just waiting for the perfect moment to go on the attack…

One more punch was thrown, aimed directly at Lou’s face - and this time, Lou blocked. His arms up now, he shifted into a punch so quickly that it made Hun flinch. He put his own arms to block, but the punch never came. Not from that direction, at least. The first one had been a fakeout, and it had done its job well, allowing the second punch to have a clear shot at Hun’s midsection

The crowd gasped and cheered. Hun grunted at the attack, but managed to stand tall. A respectable feat, but now he was out of step. Now it would be time for him to play defense. Lou began throwing hit after hit, hard and fast enough that even the ones Hun managed to block still caused a bit of pain. The occasional fakeout was enough to keep Hun from regaining an edge, and for the second time tonight, Lou was able to surprise his opponent with a well aimed kick to the shoulder.

As this all went on, Draxum could only stare, eyes wide. He didn't cheer along with the others. He couldn't even smile. All he could do was watch his date with amazement as he fought. It had been one thing to watch an extreme version of his fighting style in his movies, or have a playful spar-dance with him, but this was the real deal. No quips, no smirks or taunts, nothing but raw skill and strength. He could also see just how muscular Lou still was at this angle, despite being so lean and his abs, while not being completely gone, not nearly as tight as they used to be.

Each movement of his arms was a natural extension that was as easy as breathing and as powerful as a cobra strike. His stance was firm and as solid as a skyscraper, yet his feet almost never stopped moving. His eyes were sharp, always looking for the next opening and always trying to think two moves ahead. This was the mind and body of a true champion.

Simply put: To the others watching the fight, it was amazing. To Draxum, it was incredible.

With the two of them quickly running out of space - they were nearly up to the fence now - and the clear fatigue beginning to appear in Hun’s face, Lou decided it was time to officially end it. Huh threw one last punch, desperate enough that there was little technique in it. Lou caught it with ease, and with his other hand, he punched Hun right in the nose, sending him to the floor. He’d held back quite a bit, not being annoyed with Hun enough to seriously hurt him (or risk getting sued by him), but the man’s nose was sure to be bleeding for quite a while.

“Good fight,” Lou said simply, offering a hand.

Hun slapped it away, and stood up on his own, swaying only slightly. Even with one hand holding his nose, he managed to sneer at the ex-movie star. “So you proved that you can fight. Good for you. Just don't expect it next time, you got that?” With that, Hun stomped off, shoving past anyone who tried to talk to him outside of the ring.

But despite the harsh words, Lou just shrugged and headed towards Draxum, a smile already returning to his face. “Hey!” He waved, “So, I think I did pretty good in there.”

“Yes,” Draxum nodded, his voice slightly stiff, “You… Did well in there. Very well.” He inwardly scoffed at himself. That was only a mere fraction of the reaction he had to Lou’s fight, of the praise he wanted to give, though the rest would have to wait. “But I think we should head out to the car now.”

“Huh?” Lou raised an eyebrow. “You want to leave?” Did he get turned off by Lou showing off, or-?”

“I'm saying…” Draxum tried again, his cheeks a bit red now, “That we should go out to the car.”

Lou stared at him for a couple seconds before it finally hit him. “Oh. ... OHHHH.” He grinned. “Why, Benjamin~”

“Shut up,” Draxum hissed, his face burning now as he grabbed Lou’s wrist and dragged him towards the exit, with his date just barely managing to hold back his amused and excited laughter.

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“One roast beef, and one burger. Enjoy, you two!” Lou nodded, silently assuring that they would.

The two of them had decided to stop somewhere for a bite before heading back to Lou’s place, and as luck would have it, the diner they’d had brunch at a few weeks prior was on the way there. Even better was that the diner was pretty deserted for a weekday evening, which meant other than a couple whispering waitresses, there was no one to really bother them.

The ex-action star smiled as he picked up his burger. “Heh, nothing like a couple good spars and a great makeout session to get you hung- Ow!” The kick under the table wasn't very hard, but Lou still gave a pout. “What was that for?”

“It's just not really the type of thing to say in public, is all,” Draxum grumbled, blushing slightly again. He took a moment to brush some hair out of his face, his hair tie currently lost somewhere under the seats of his car. “Especially not for us. We’re not exactly teenagers, after all.”

Lou scoffed. “So what? We can still have our fun, can't we? Not too old for that. And it's not like there's too many people around to hear. ...Though, if they did, they would probably call us lucky, and I would say the same.” Draxum just rolled his eyes while Lou chuckled, finally taking a bite of his burger.

The couple ate in silence for a bit before Lou spoke up again. “I had fun tonight,” he told Draxum, his tone much more sincere now, “Thanks for letting me tag along.”

Draxum smiled back at him, swallowing his own bite of roast beef and mashed potatoes. “If you had that much fun, then I’ll remember to invite you along next time.”

“Yeah. It really wasn't that bad of a place.” Lou dipped a couple fries in his ketchup, looking a bit thoughtful now. “Maybe I could even take the boys there. Once they're older, of course.” Can't exactly have fights out in the backyard, after all. ...Well, you could, but it'd probably lead to a visit from the cops.

Draxum looked curiously at him. “Oh, so you are teaching them your fighting style?”

“Eh, sort of.” Lou gave a small laugh, shaking his head. “From the first time they saw one of my movies, they have been begging me to teach them. Perhaps they were a bit young for those films, and certainly too young to begin intense training. Not that something like that was going to stop them. I lost count how many times I caught them trying to spar with each other - and usually hurting each other or themselves accidentally in the process. Once I even caught Raph with a ladder.”

Catching Draxum’s look of concern, Lou quickly clarified. “It was one of those little kitchen ladders. More like a stepstool, actually. Still, it scared me enough to send both him and his brothers that were cheering him on to their rooms. Afterwards, I sat them down and we had a long talk, leading to the compromise that I would begin to teach them when each of them turned ten.” He then sighed slightly. “Still, you know how insistent kids can be. So, in the meantime, I'm teaching them tai chi as well as the very basics.”

“Ah, I see,” Draxum nodded, “That seems fair.”

“Yeah, and it's actually been working out well. Tai chi actually makes for a very effective cool down exercise when any of them get into a fight with one of their brothers or have a meltdown over something. Plus, just learning different moves and techniques is just fun for them, no matter how simple they are.” Lou smiled to himself. With how enthusiastic they were at such a young age, not yet being bored or frustrated enough to quit, there was a good chance for martial arts to remain a long term part of their family.

His date smiled back at him. “Perhaps they'll grow up to be like their father, then,” Draxum commented.

“Heh, not exactly like me, hopefully,” Lou replied, “But yeah, maybe. It's like they say, you pass down who you were in life as well as what you knew during it. I just hope I'm passing down all good things.”

“I'm sure you are,” Draxum assured him, “Can't think of many bad things about you…” He stretched out his foot once again, this time gently brushing past Lou’s ankle rather than kicking it. Lou said nothing, wanting to use his mouth to take another bite of his burger instead, but returned the touch with his own foot.

Traffic slowed outside the window by their table, bright lights flashing by only occasionally. Some old 60s melody came up on the diner radio, further adding to the homey feel of the room. Once he was finished eating - for such a skinny guy, he could not only eat quite a bit but also eat it quickly - Lou rested the back of his hand against his drink, the water droplets from the glass of pop cooling the spots where light bruises were already starting to form. Switching his fork to his other hand, Draxum gently took Lou’s for the third time that night, lightly massaging it. And just like twice before, Lou didn't dare pull away.

Indeed, playful spars and showing cocky jerks who’s boss was pretty fun. But as it turned out, simply sitting at an old diner table, holding your date’s hand and just being able to peacefully exist with them was just as nice.

"...Would you like to join in on one of our tai chi sessions?" Lou asked suddenly, "We usually do it early weekend mornings, so I can understand if you would want to sleep in, but..."

Draxum personally didn't know much about tai chi, yet it didn't seem to matter. "Count me in," he answered, and the two didn't hesitate to seal the agreement with another kiss.

I'm admittedly not a huge fan of TMNT 2012 - though if any of you like it, it's fine, glad you could find more enjoyment in it than I could - but I thought including Hun from that incarnation could be a fun little easter egg, plus he seemed to fit better than just a random no-name character. And of course, gotta have some Todd! Heh ^v^ Anyway, please leave a kudos and a comment if you can, I'd love to know what you guys think of this chapter and story as a whole, and i'll see you all next time!

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #baron jitsu #baron draxum #lou jitsu #human au #fanfiction #my writing

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Constellations

or: Two Idiots in Love Who Require the Apocalypse in Order to Confess Their Feelings (and Don’t Manage Even Then) (or: The Author Has Too Much Downtime in the Lab and Decides That This is a Good Way to Spend It, Apparently)

Crowley has loved Aziraphale all along, probably. Since that first time they met, by the Garden, when the first rain fell. When Aziraphale had given away his God-given sword and lied to Her about it, all to protect the humans. Crowley had looked at Aziraphale, then, and felt an all too familiar swooping feeling in his stomach. The sensation of falling. But unlike that first, fateful time, this one was subtly different – coloured with exhilaration rather than fear.

No less fateful, though. At least in hindsight.

Crowley has loved Aziraphale since the beginning. It has changed and grown over the millennia, of course, but it has always been there. What started out as a small seed slowly and oh so carefully unfurled its first little leaf, and has since grown and grown and is now in full bloom. A small speck of dust that has expanded into a massive galaxy with millions of stars.

Aziraphale doesn’t know, because he is an angel and Crowley’s a demon, and angels can’t love demons. They are, after all, hereditary enemies. So Crowley doesn’t say anything and doesn’t try anything, but cherishes every moment they spend together, every fleeting touch and every stolen glance hidden behind dark glasses.

—

Aziraphale loves Crowley, and he is not sure when it started. It came sneaking up on him so slowly and carefully and he cannot pinpoint when it began. He realised it in 1941, in the ruins of a church (and surely there is something ironic in that, with angels and demons and churches and falling bombs and destruction? Some sort of cosmic joke that he cannot quite figure out the punchline to). But with that realisation came also the knowledge that his feelings were not anything knew. They already existed, had nestled into his heart and slowly made their home there when he was not looking. It was only a matter of recognising them for what they were. Aziraphale realised he loved Crowley, and more than anything else he felt an overwhelming sense of Oh. Of course. That is was it is. Kind of how rediscovering an old book that you had forgot you read is like coming home to a place you did not know you were missing, but now that you are here it is so obvious and familiar, comforting and a little bit thrilling all at once.

Crowley does not know, of course, because Crowley is a demon and Aziraphale is an angel, and demons cannot love and even if they could, they definitely would not love an angel. So Aziraphale does not say anything and does not try anything, but he treasures every minute in Crowley’s company, every small smile that so few people get to see and every chance encounter that maybe is not as random as they like to pretend.

—

They go on like this, both equally oblivious to the other’s feelings, stumbling through years of near misses, of nearly giving in and blurting it out. Moments of maybe he feels the same followed by how could he possibly and I can’t risk losing him, because if I did I think the world would stop spinning. And so they don’t say anything.

It’s late at night and they’re in the bookshop, and they are not quite as drunk as most people would be after almost three bottles of wine, but they’re definitely not sober and Crowley’s glasses are off, lying forgotten (although not really, but the wine-induced fuzziness allows them both to pretend) on a table. And their eyes meet and lock and then eventually Crowley looks away, but not before he thinks he can see something so indescribably tender in Aziraphale’s eyes, something that looks very much like love. But when he looks back over at the angel, he’s very much not looking at Crowley, and the demon decides that it must have been nothing but his imagination, fuelled by six millennia of yearning and quite a lot of alcohol. He swallows and picks up his glass and downs what’s left in it, before opening the fourth bottle of the evening and throwing himself into a tirade on the first subject that crosses his mind. It turns out to be galaxies, for some reason.

(Because the stars are always on his mind. How could they not? He helped make them, after all.)

Specifically, he talks about how when two galaxies collide, there is so much empty space that most of the stars in them won’t actually hit anything, will just keep hurtling through the void of space unimpeded. And isn’t that fascinating, angel? he asks. (Doesn’t that say something about us? Constantly moving toward each other, but always missing? he doesn’t say. Because if he does, the things he’s been so careful not to say might just slip out.)

—

They are at the Ritz, where they had been informed upon arrival that a table had just (miraculously) become free due to a cancellation. Time is, quite literally, running out: there is two years and 27 days until Armageddon. Aziraphale has been counting, ever since the Antichrist arrived on Earth. He does not want to, but he cannot ignore the tally at the back of his mind, ticking off the years, the days, the minutes. It has been going for almost eight years, and still he has not managed to tell Crowley what he feels, cannot bring himself to get the words out. Because what if he does and he loses his best friend, the one being the in the whole of Creation that matters the most to him. The world might be almost over, but there is still some time left. And Aziraphale could never forgive himself if he did something to lose Crowley when there was still time they could spend together. (What is worse, he resolutely does not think, telling him and losing him, or not saying anything before it is too late? He does not think this, because then he would be forced to answer, and he really does not know.)

They have dinner, and they do not talk about the Apocalypse. (If they do not acknowledge it, maybe it will go away? That may have never worked on anything thus far, but there is always a first time, right?) Instead, Aziraphale tells Crowley about some lovely first editions he had forgotten he owned and had stumbled across in the back room, and a customer who came in the other day and would not leave until they had managed to buy a book, and really, Crowley, you should spend more time in the shop, as a snake, so you could scare away the people who come in, and it is a joke, mostly. (Here is what is not a joke: you should spend more time in the shop because whenever you are around, I breathe a little easier. You should spend more time in the shop, because whenever we are together, the world is a little brighter. But how could he possibly say that?)

Aziraphale talks, skipping from topic to topic. He looks around the room as he talks; at the other patrons, at the table in front of them, out the window. And at Crowley, as much as he can without making it too obvious how completely in love he is. And Crowley listens, and it seems like all his attention is focused on the angel, his whole body turned towards him (leaning forwards, as if he needs to be closer, as if he cannot quite help himself?). Aziraphale watches Crowley, and for a moment he thinks that he sees his own feelings reflected back in the way the demon holds himself. And he almost blurts out I love you, right then and there. But he stops himself, takes a deep breath that he technically does not need, because surely, he is only imagining things because he wishes they were there.

—

It is a week after the Apocalypse that didn’t. Almost a week since they successfully tricked both Heaven and Hell, and now neither party wants anything to do with them. A week of freedom, of not having to worry about the consequences of their actions towards each other.

And some things have changed between them, because of that. Some actions are a little more open, some words go a little less unsaid. But it is still tentative, stumbling, almost-but-not-quite-there-yet.

Crowley is reasonably sure, now, that Aziraphale loves him back. (Maybe. Probably.) He realised it there at the airbase, when the world was about to end and Aziraphale, holding a flaming sword, told him to come up with something. Because there was a confession of sorts, there. Aziraphale said “… or I’ll never talk to you again”, and it was the worst threat he could make. And in that, there is an acknowledgment of how important Crowley is to him, how important they are to each other. (It’s fitting, isn’t it? Crowley first falls in love with Aziraphale just after he gives away that sword, and realises the angel loves him back (probably) just after he gets it back.)

(The end of the world is, one might argue, the worst possible time to realise that the person you’ve been hopelessly in in love with for most of Creation might actually reciprocate those feelings. Then again, the chance of finally getting something you’ve been hoping is going to happen for the better part of six millennia might be just the motivation you need to try and make sure the world survives.)

(It works.)

So, for the last week Crowley has lived in hope, and no longer under the scrutiny of neither Up nor Downstairs. Now, there is only that small matter of maybe actually doing something about it.

Which, as it turns out, is a bit of a problem.

Perhaps he’s overthinking it.

(It’s very hard to stop overthinking, though, when it is all that you’ve been doing for thousands of years.)

The problem is that Crowley isn’t sure there are enough words (in any language he knows of, at least, and he knows more than most people) to properly express everything he feels. Because how can you contain all that in just a few syllables? It would be like trying to cram entire nebulas into a few grains of sand. The proportions just don’t match up. (He should know, he’s seen both up close.)

It is a week after the Apocalypse that wasn’t. An angel (more or less) and a demon (sort of) are sitting in a field in Oxfordshire. It is the middle of the night, and the sky is clear, and the stars are out (perhaps more of them visible than you would expect this close to civilisation, but the world has always been a little bit more around these parts). They are sitting on a picknick blanket (memories of another night, in a car, with neon lights rather than starlight, keeps looping in the back of Crowley’s mind. Have you caught up now? he wonders. Or am I still too fast?) and Crowley is pointing out constellations for Aziraphale, telling him about the stars that are part of them.

They have changed, the constellations, over time and between cultures and across the world. But the stars themselves are the same (mostly). We are like the constellations, he almost says. You and me, always being us, but in different configurations as time goes on. Almost, but he can’t quite bring himself to. Not yet.

What are we now? he wants to ask.

What does our constellation look like?

—

They are sitting on a blanket and Crowley is telling him about constellations. And Aziraphale listens, and maybe he looks at Crowley more than he looks at the stars being talked about (but it is dark, so who can tell, really).

Aziraphale loves listening to Crowley talk about the stars.

(Aziraphale loves listening to Crowley talk.)

(Aziraphale loves Crowley.)

There is really no reason to deny or hide it any longer. There is no one watching them. He just needs to say it. It should not be that hard.

(When did they get so close to each other?)

Crowley is saying something about how the stars have always been the same but the constellations they are in change.

Just like us, Aziraphale murmurs. Crowley falls silent, and it is first then that Aziraphale realises that he said it out loud. He turns his gaze down from the sky (where it had rested only briefly) and is met with yellow eyes looking back. (Crowley’s glasses are off, have been left in the Bentley. It’s too dark to see properly, he’d say if someone had pointed it out. The truth is, however, that they have been off more often than not this last week.)

Crowley swallows, and his whole body turns toward Aziraphale.

Yes, Crowley agrees. It comes out as little more than a whisper. The silence stretches between them, and neither averts their gaze. Aziraphale can see hope light up Crowley’s eyes, his whole face, a hope he can feel mirrored in himself. And then he cannot hold it back anymore.

You know, he says, I think I’m caught up now.

Thank you for waiting, he says.

They have, somehow, gotten even closer.

I’ll always wait for you, angel.

Impossibly close, now.

Neither of them knows who makes that last move, who changes the distance between them from close to none. And in the end, maybe it doesn’t matter.

#good omens #good omens fic #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #crowley x aziraphale #go fic #go ficlet #i actually wrote a thing??? #this is what happens when i want to make something about these two but im at work and cant just take out my tablet and draw something #ive had a lot of time waiting for PCRs to run this week guys #i gotta spend it doing something #so here we are i guess #writings #my stuff

[downeysgirl94]

Field Trip  Ch. 9 of Cure for Nightmares

Peter walked tiredly into his science classroom sitting down quickly next to Ned. Peter put his head on the desk.

“Hey man you ok?” Ned asked glancing at him

“Yeah I’m fine just a bit tired was out a bit late patrolling” peter responded in a whisper

Ned nodded, and peter grabbed out his notebook and textbook and prayed class wouldn’t last forever.

 When the bell rang Peter quickly gathered his stuff and was about to head to the door when his teacher made an announcement to the class.

“Before you guys rush out of here, I need to hand out permission slips for our annual field trip.”

“Where are we going?” a random student asked

“We got a special treat this year we are getting a special tour of The Avengers Compound.”

Peter immediately sighed he had a field trip to somewhere he goes on an almost daily basis.

“The field trip is next Friday so making sure you gets these signed by then.” His teacher said handing them out

As if on cue

“Hey penis I guess were finally going to see that you full of it when none of the avengers recognize you.” flash shouted at him as he walked out

Peter just looked at the permission slip and shook his head. While leaving class and walking to lunch he messaged tony

Hey can I come by today?

Tony responded about a minute later

Sure kid I’ll have Happy pick you up.

The rest of the day went by in a blur peter couldn’t stop thinking about the field trip.

Once he walked out of the school he saw happy there waiting with a smile on his face.

“Hey kid hop in, can’t wait to hear your nonstop talking” Happy said with a grin

Peter got in the car sighing

They were driving for a bit peter was responding anytime happy asked him anything but was not his usual talkative self.

“Hey Pete something up normally your talking my ear off by now?” happy asked

“I’m fine just tired I was out late patrolling yesterday so didn’t get enough sleep” peter responded

“Yeah me and tony noticed you like staying out late lately but you still need sleep don’t want May freaking on you again” happy said seeming to accept his answer

Peter nodded in understanding and sighed in relieve.

Once they arrived at the compound peter got out of the car quickly waved bye to Happy and walked onto the Elevator and headed towards the lab.

Once peter exited the elevator he walked to the lab saw tony mesmerized by his suits. Peter threw his backpack off his shoulder to alert tony he was there.

“Hey Pete sorry was in tinkerland” tony said with a chuckle

Peter wasn’t laughing he just went and sat near the work bench and sighed

“Kiddo what’s up what got you down?”  Tony asked considered walking over to him

“Why did you give my class a field trip here tony? And better yet why didn’t you tell me about it so I wasn’t blindsided by my teacher” peter asked annoyed

“Pete I totally forgot about doing that I was doing it for one another just because you’re here a lot doesn’t mean others don’t get too see here I know your school is full of gifted youngsters so I thought your science class would enjoy it.” tony said simply

“You guys will embarrass me you guys always do” peter said sadly

“I will not and ill will tell the others not to as well or they be kicked out, happy?” tony said smiling

“Makes me feel a bit better but I don’t think I can trust them” peter said shrugging

“I’ll make sure we all do our best ok tell them go with intern story again ok” tony said smirking

“Thanks dad but to be honest if you don’t show your face around me on the tour that probably be for the best” peter said quietly

“Pete I’m hurt you don’t want your class to see me? I’m one of the most important avengers” tony said pretending to be hurt

“No I just know you will embarrass me somehow if were in the same room as each other” peter said grinning

Tony smirked “ok kiddo I’ll try not to interrupt the tour happy?”

“Very thank you” peter said

Ok kiddo now that’s out of the way lets grab some food I’m starved.

Tony led him to the elevator.

They spent the rest of the night snacking and watching movies.

Once Tony dropped peter off at home he asked May to sign the permission slip.

 The day of the field trip arrived way quicker than peter would have liked. His talk with tony relaxed him slightly but didn’t help the nervousness he was felling right now. His teacher collected everyone’s permission slip and they all boarded a bus heading to Upstate New York to The Compound.  The ride seemed like it took twice as long as it did when he would go with Happy.  Luckily Ned and MJ were with him otherwise it would be a nightmare.

Peter sat with MJ and Ned sat close by on the bus. They both knew how nervous he was and were trying to talk about unrelated topics to distract him.

“Hey peter what’s your opinion of the Last Jedi? Does it betray the original star wars trilogy?” Ned asked

“I wouldn’t say it betrays the original ones but it definitely was my least favorite one” peter answered honestly

“Wow even worse than the prequels?”

“That’s debatable” peter said shrugging

Michelle rolled her eyes.

Ned was about to say something else when Flash interrupted him.

“So penis you claim to be a what? personal intern to tony stark?  Were about to learn the truth I can’t wait to watch you freak.” Flash said laughing

“Flash get lost did we ask for you two sense no so bye” MJ said bluntly

Flash just stared at her for a minute than sat down.

MJ turned to peter “ignore the idiot he’s just jealous”

Peter nodded. So much for not being nervous as they pulled up to the compound they used a different entrance than he usually did.

As they walked into the lobby of the compound his class was all filled with awe but peter had been here before again not as often as other parts as the compound so he kept his mouth shut.

A receptionist it seemed like greeted them.

“Hello Midtown Tech my name is Sarah and welcome to the Avengers Compound. First thing we need to do is get each one of you a security badge.”

She handed everyone a badge besides peter that of course always had one but rarely needed it because Friday recognized him.

“Make sure your badge can be seen at all times Happy is a stickler for that kind of thing never know when he’ll show up.” Sarah said with a chuckle

“Hey peter didn’t get a badge” flash called out which made Sarah turn

“Hey Pete you got yours right?” she asked

“Yeah right here thanks Sarah” he pulled it out of his bag and put it on his shirt.

Flash was staring gaping mouth for a second, which made peter grin.

As they began walking through the security check point Friday started scanning all the badges. And reading aloud identities.

“Sarah Abrams clearance level 5”

She directed the rest though

“Guest Clearance level 2” Friday kept saying until they got to peter

“Peter Parker Clearance Level 10” Friday stated

His class looked at him confused. Flash was literally speechless.

Sarah directed them to the Training room first which peter crossed his fingers hopping Natasha and Clint were not there currently. Of course when his group walked in not only was black widow and Hawkeye there so was Captain America. Peter sighed. Natasha was in the middle of fighting Steve, Clint was rooting her on. He glanced up and saw the class and walked over.

“I thought Stark mentioned a tour but I thought he was just messing with us like usual” Clint said with a smirk glancing at peter

“Well now that you’re here this is where we all train or I should rephrase get our butts kicked by black widow over there” Clint added

As if on cue she got Steve down to the matt.  The class cheered which made Clint laugh

Natasha helped Steve up and then joined Clint with the group.

“You guys do not want a go around with her she’s deadly” Steve said laughing

“Don’t you forget it” Natasha replied “if you guys want to learn some basic defense I can teach you” she added

Most of the student’s hands rose besides peter and MJ. But of course

“Peter come on you’ll be a perfect demonstration for them” Natasha pleaded

“Nat I don’t think it’s a good idea remember what stark said” Steve said into her ear

“Come on Pete it will be fun” Clint added

Finally slightly embarrassed peter nodded and followed Natasha back to the mat. When she lunged at him he easily Held his own pushing Nat back a bit, by the end he let her win since he didn’t want his classmates to know how strong he was.  She helped him up and smiled

“Wasn’t that fun? Well I think you got to move on to the next part of the tour but I’ll see you tonight Pete” she said walking to the showers

“Yeah kid was a blast seeing you knocked on your head” Clint said laughing

Before they left the training room they were allowed to ask Steve and Clint questions

Of course the first hand was flash’s

“Is pen- Peter really a personal intern for tony stark?” he nearly shouted

“Of course he is I’ve never seen stark grown so attached to a kid but once he hired Pete he always a constant presence. Clint said chuckling

“yeah Tony loves bouncing ideas off the kid even asked him for help when he stuck on projects peter is always willing to help.” Steve added

Flash shut up real quick after a few other questions Clint and Steve waved goodbye as they moved on through the compound visiting different floors before they got to the labs.

Peter’s day hadn’t been as bad as he imagined it but he knew it could just get worse he just hoped Tony would keep his promise and not show his face. But of course nothing could go his way could it.

As they walked into the main lab they saw Bruce Banner working on a computer before he noticed the guests enter. Bruce noticed peter immediately and gave him a grin.

“Hey Pete, is this your gang from your genius school?”

Peter nodded.

“Yeah peter has told me of all the gifted kids from midtown so Tony was sure to make sure to have a stop in the main lab” Bruce said grinning

“You guys are welcome to explore the lab but do not touch a thing I rather not have tony ring my neck” Bruce said laughing

The class began exploring looking at different iron man armors or other projects tony seemed to work on. The main lab was huge so of course they were there awhile

Ned walked over to peter

“Hey if this is the lab where is Tony you said when you’re over your always tinkering with him” Ned asked

“This isn’t the only lab Tony’s got a private one only me and him have access to I guarantee that’s where he is now” peter said

“Oh ok makes sense otherwise we be seeing a lot more amour and your suits” Ned whispered

Peter nodded.

Sarah asked “does anyone have any questions for Dr. Banner?”

Hands rose before Bruce picked a hand the doors opened and Tony walked in with a smirk on his face.

“Brucey who’s all your friends I thought I was in charge of parties here?” tony said with a chuckle

Peter knew it was too good to be true when tony showed up and smirked at him

“Look at all the egg heads that peter brought with him” tony said grinning “if you are all half as smart as he is then the future is in good hands”

Peter blushed.

“So what was I interrupting Bruce?” tony asked

“Kids were about to ask me some questions” Bruce replied

“Excellent ask any questions for me ask well” tony said making eye contact with peter.

Multiple hands shot up and of course Flash’s did as well.

“What is it like having Captain America under your roof again?”

“Never boring but again living with all the avengers makes life here interesting.” Tony said with a laugh

When he called on flash he prepared for the worst.

“Is it true Peter is your personal intern?” flash asked

“Of course it’s true Pete is an amazing worker and I’m lucky to have him” tony said give peter a warm smile.

Once the questions were finished the class left the lab to have a break for food.

Siting outside the compound with Ned and MJ, Peter was taking a bite of an apple

When Flash walked over to them. None notice tony followed the group out.

“Ok you got to spill right now what the hell was that Penis? How did you get them all to play along?”

Peter was about to say something when Tony showed up out of nowhere looking pissed and stepped towards Flash

“Excuse me what in the hell did you just call him?” tony sounded furious

“Umn. It was just a joke sir...” flash said quietly

“If I ever hear anything about you bullying my kid again ill make sure no college accepts you, you hear me?” tony said still pissed

Peter was embarrassed but at the same time smiled at the time tony call him his kid.

“Yes sir” Flash said looking away.

“Good, hey Pete come with me” tony said

Tony stopped quickly and whispered something to Sarah

Peter got up and followed tony back into the compound.

Once inside tony looked at peter directly

“Pete when you told me Flash was an ass you weren’t kidding” tony said sighing “why didn’t you tell me he was still bullying you?”

“I don’t know it didn’t really bother me and he stopped for a bit after I told him off before he only really started again because of the field trip.” Peter said shrugging

“so you didn’t want him to get any other ideas besides that you work for me that’s why you were so worried before” tony said raising an eyebrow” well I just called you my kid to his face sorry I screwed the pooch on that one” tony said chuckling

“Tony your fine I know for a fact after what you did he never bully me again you were scary out there” peter said with a grin

“Well good watch you back kid” tony said laughing

“Well thanks though you’re basically my dad nice of you to stand up for Me.” peter said smiling

“Of course Pete” tony said with a smile and pulled peter into a hug.

A few moments later tony let go.

“Well I guess I’ll be back tomorrow right?” peter said heading for the door

“Nope I let the tour guide know that you were staying here when the bus leaves you coming over tomorrow anyways why not, I already let May know” tony said

“Sweet that’s awesome” peter followed tony to the elevator

“I sure the others have great stories to tell me from the parts of the tour I didn’t get to see” tony said with a grin.

Peter’s smiles dropped slightly “will the embarrassment ever end? “

“Not when I’m involved it won’t” tony said smiling.

#fanfic #tony stark #peter parker #iron dad #spider son #marvel #mcu #happy hogan #natasha romanoff #Steve Rogers #clint barton #bruce banner #ned leeds #michelle jones #Flash Thompson #cliche idea #field trip #cure for nightmares #original characters #bullying #tony is such a dad #embarrassing dad #embarrasment #Let me know what you think #after infinity war

[inawickedlittletown]

Walking The Wire (69/?)

Summary: Tony Stark always knew about Peter Parker. He didn’t know that Peter was going to get superpowers and become Spider-Man, but he always knew about Peter because Peter was his son.

This will span from pre-Iron Man up through the rest of the MCU (eventually including Infinity War) and will be for the most part canon compliant except where I’ve taken some liberties and interpreted canon a certain way.

Pairings: Pepper/Tony, Tony/Steve (endgame), Tony/Mary (past)

A/N: If you want me to tag you when I post new chapters let me know. This fic is also on AO3

I used Collider’s MCU timeline to stay canon and the title of this fic is an Imagine Dragons song that is just so fitting for Peter and Tony

Masterpost

Chapter Sixty Eight

“Hey, Happy,” Peter said when he got into the car.

His wrist had healed completely by the time that he got up and May was waking him up to eat breakfast before she left for work. He’d told her that he was spending the day with Tony and May just nodded. He loved how used to him spending time with Tony she was.

Happy grunted from the front. “I didn’t think I’d be seeing you so soon,” he said.

Peter just grinned. “Are we going to the tower?”

“Nope,” Happy said. “Avengers Compound.”

Peter gasped. “What? Really? Is this Spider-Man related?”

Happy didn’t respond and Peter hadn’t really expected him to. In his experience, Happy liked him best when he wasn’t asking questions. So instead, Peter spent most of the ride to the compound doing some of the homework he’d brought with him, happy that he had thought to bring some along.

When they finally arrived, Peter was floored. He couldn’t believe that the compound existed. It was a proper place where he could imagine a bunch of superheroes living and Peter was going to visit it. It was entirely different from the tower which Peter had gotten to really explore in depth over the last few weeks but this place was crazy. All his questions about why he was there were quelled by the need to take everything in. Happy took him in through some sort of lobby and Tony appeared at once.

“Thanks, Happy, I’ll take it from here.”

Happy nodded but didn’t leave. Instead he just continued on, leaving Tony and Peter behind. He seemed to be getting more used to Peter.  

“How’s the wrist? I don’t recall getting a call about it this morning.”

“I forgot,” Peter said.

Tony seemed more amused about it than anything as he grabbed Peter’s hand gently and looked at his hand and wrist which felt like it was back to normal already.

“Looks good,” Tony said.

“Um, why am I here?”

“I did promise to show you this place, but I had a thought last night. We actually know nothing about how much the bite affected your physiology aside from what you’ve been able to figure out on your own.”

Peter was surprised. He really hadn’t thought much about the bite and the changes the mutation had given him since it happened but Tony was right. They really didn’t know everything. So far things hadn’t changed noticeably any more than what had happened at the beginning, but it didn’t mean that more changes or mutations couldn’t happen or that the bite had affected him in some other way.

Tony took him down to a floor that was part medical wing and part lab. It was huge and there were only a few people there but Peter suspected that there were usually a lot more.

An asian woman who looked faintly familiar stepped towards them as they entered.

“You must be Peter,” she said. “It’s lovely to meet you at last.”

He shook her hand.

“I’m Dr. Helen Cho.”

Her name sounded familiar too but Peter couldn’t place it. It must have been something relating to Tony or The Avengers or both. He just couldn’t remember what.

Dr. Cho led them towards a cot where a bunch of machines were already set up and she motioned for Peter to sit. It felt oddly like he was actually at a doctor’s office about to get a physical which he actually hadn’t done in a while. But before they could get started, the elevator door opened at the other end of the room and Peter gasped because it was Tony’s best friend. James Rhodes. War Machine.

Peter knew all about him from his time as a fanboy of Iron Man and The Avengers, but he had heard more personal things since he and Tony had gotten closer and especially since he had helped Tony with some of the exoskeleton devices. The fact that Rhodes was walking towards them without the need of a cane was amazing.

“I heard we have a special guest here today. How come I didn’t get to meet my nephew?”

“Nephew?” Peter asked and his voice came out as a squeak.

Tony and Rhodes both burst into laughter and even Dr. Cho seemed to be trying not to laugh. Peter tried not to pout like a child but he really didn’t like being laughed at.

“Well, what else would you be?” Rhodes asked and Peter was distracted. “I’ve been hearing about you for years. He’s super proud of you, you know, your dad.”

Peter didn’t know how to respond. Tony sighed. “I didn’t want to bother you while you were doing physical therapy,” he said.

“Could have told me he was coming in the first place,” Rhodes said. “Then I would have been ready.”

“What with a PowerPoint presentation of all my failings?” Tony asked.

Dr. Cho laughed.

“No,” Rhodes said, “but maybe your more embarrassing moments.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Anyway,” Tony said. “We’re in the middle of something.”

Peter wasn’t sure that he wanted Rhodes to stick around for the medical exam that was about to happen. It was sort of awkward enough to have Tony there and Peter actually knew him.

Rhodes nodded and smiled at Peter as if sensing his unease. “I’ll let you to it but I expect to see both of you upstairs for a meal later. I think I’ll invite Pepper too. You’ve been keeping him from us and that ends today.”

“Keeping him from--”

“You have,” Rhodes said and winked at Peter. “See you later, Peter.”

“It was nice to meet you,” Peter said, finally managing to speak again.

Rhodes smiled at him. “Finally,” he said and he reached over and ruffled Peter’s hair before he turned around and left the way he came.

“So that’s Rhodey,” Tony said.

Peter nodded. “The exoskeleton is working well.”

“It is. He gets tired and has to sit a lot but it’s been getting better. The physical therapy is really helping him.”

Dr. Cho nodded. “I’m very impressed with his recovery,” she said. “You know the only person that could have medically made a difference was in a car crash before any of this happened. Such a shame -- he lost use of his hands. So I’m glad you found another way, Tony.”

Tony nodded.

“Right,” Dr. Cho said, “let’s get started.”

Having Peter at The Avengers Compound was different than having him at the tower. For one there were more people around to see him and ask about him, but for another it didn’t feel like it usually did when it was just the two of them. Most of them didn’t know why Tony was having this random kid looked at in medical but at least they didn’t ask questions. Dr. Cho was of course aware and she seemed excited to be working on it too.

Dr. Cho promised to get him some results before he and Peter left for the city, but after all the tests were done ranging from taking blood samples and dna samples along with a bunch of other readings that included seeing Peter run on a treadmill to get his heart rate and figure out a bunch of other things like how fast he could run a mile and how quickly he would start to get winded. Dr. Cho was checking for everything. At one point they even tried to get a read on his strength and he seemed to be as strong as Steve — perhaps stronger.

Tony showed him around afterwards. He took him down to the training rooms and then through to Steve’s office which Tony had been using lately and then into the rest of the communal areas. Tony actually did have a bedroom there but he had used it so rarely that he still wasn’t using it. If he slept at the compound he usually stayed in Steve’s more lived in space instead. It felt nice to be surrounded by his stuff.

It was just on the side of sad to see all of the rooms that belonged to The Avengers empty. Vision had left without saying anything earlier in the week, but he had sent Rhodey a message that he was somewhere in Europe. Tony suspected it had something to do with Wanda and he just hoped they were smart about it and kept it under the radar. Things were going too well to be messed up by Wanda.

They joined Rhodey for an early dinner and Tony loved seeing the almost starstruck look in Peter’s eyes when it wasn’t directed at himself.

“I really do want to spend more time with you, Peter,” Rhodey said while they ate. “I hear you like Star Wars.”

“I do,” Peter said.

Rhodey nodded. “I also know that you helped Tony with some of the work on my braces. Thank you.”

Peter spluttered something as he tried to answer and Tony tried not to laugh and he could tell that Rhodey felt the same way.

As he had expected, Peter didn’t remember calling him “dad” the night before and he didn’t mind that Peter didn’t remember and didn’t want to switch from Tony to dad, but he liked knowing that at least some part of Peter already viewed him that way.

Pepper arrived late to dinner, but walked in like she wasn’t and kissed Rhodey’s cheek and then Tony’s and then almost did the same to Peter before she stopped herself and smiled before extending her her hand out to him.

“It’s good to meet you in person, Peter. I’m Pepper.”

Peter shook her hand a little awed and Pepper grinned at him. Tony often forgot how much Pepper cared about Peter and how involved she had always been right from the beginning. Peter probably had no idea.

“Hi,” Peter managed.

“You know if it wasn’t for Pepper, I wouldn’t have had any idea of your existence,” Tony said after Pepper had sat down and grabbed some food.

“No he wouldn’t have,” Pepper said. “Probably would have forgotten to send your birthday presents on time too. How’s your aunt, Peter? I haven’t heard from her in a while.”

“Oh, she’s good. You talk to May?”

Pepper nodded.

“She was my assistant for a long time, Peter,” Tony said to help explain it.

“I have to remind myself every day that the job I do now was not as difficult as it was back then,” Pepper said with a grin.

Peter smiled a little and Tony winked at him. This really was his family. Maybe some members were missing but this had always been it from the beginning. Still, he wanted everyone else to be there too.

“How’s school?” Pepper asked.

“It’s good.”

Pepper nodded. Tony could tell that Peter was a bit nervous but he also seemed to be happy to be meeting Pepper and Rhodey and it certainly helped that they were so welcoming.

They finished eating by the time that the sun had gone down and Tony knew he’d have to bring Peter back because he did have school the next day. First they went to check with Dr. Cho who gave them a few of the results from the earlier tests and promised the rest for the next day.

“Well, it seems that you’re in perfect health, Pete,” Tony said.

“He is,” Dr. Cho said. “There’s traces of the mutation in his DNA. It’s definitely been altered, but it’s not something that anyone would notice if they weren’t looking. His healing factor reminds me a bit of Captain Rogers’. His metabolism is also quite fast. He burns a lot more calories doing what he does which means he has to eat more than normal.”

“What about medication?” Tony asked.

“Just like Cap,” Dr. Cho answered. “I doubt anything would work on him but I guess a stronger dosage might do the trick. Now I’m curious to see if alcohol would have any effect on him.”

Tony chuckled. “Not sure I want to know considering he won’t be drinking until he’s twenty one and actually shouldn’t be getting into a habit that runs in his family.”

Peter didn’t say anything to the look that Tony gave him. He’d never drank anything alcoholic before and he didn’t think he’d ever want to.

They left soon after talking to Dr. Cho and Tony let Happy drive them. Happy didn’t seem to be in too bad a mood on the drive back, but he didn’t say much and didn’t protest when Tony walked Peter inside.

Chapter Seventy

#peter and tony #peter and tony fic #mcuwriting #mcu fic #iron dad #iron dad and spider son #stony #stony fic #marvel

[leisurelypanda]

They had a week to spend together before school was due to start up. The day after Thor returned was spent much like the first, alternating between sex and sleep and the occasional break for other needs. When they weren’t having sex or sleeping, they talked. About random, nonsensical things like stars, celebrities, sea turtles, sports, and anything in between. Steve traced patterns onto Thor’s body as he listened to him reminisce about his summers playing rugby or soccer.

“Are you planning to tattoo my body, Steve?” Thor asked with a laugh. Steve chuckled. “Because if so, I’ve always wanted a dragon.”

“I could be tracing the dragon’s fire breath,” Steve mused. He could picture his boyfriend with a dragon tattoo. It could be pictured flying on his back with the tail coming up to curl around his bicep.

“Make it lightning,” Thor murmured. Steve looked up at him and grinned as he shook his head.

“Dragons don’t breathe lightning,” he said, laughing. “They breathe fire. Everyone knows that.”

“He’s special,” he said with a pout. “Stop bashing my dreams.”

Steve laughed and pressed a kiss to his pouty lips until Thor returned it. “Fine, I’ll make him with lightning,” he said. “Happy, you big baby?”

“Yes,” Thor with that big, dorky smile

“It would probably be easier to use your back with the dragon flying below and storm clouds on top,” Steve mused. “Or if he really needs to breathe lightning, it could be on one of your biceps and the head could go over your shoulder and breathe lightning across your chest.”

“Älskling, I was just joking,” Thor replied, an amused smile on his face. “But I like that idea. It sounds badass.”

Steve hummed and rested his head against Thor’s arm. His arm came to rest over his chest and started tracing circles on him. He suppressed a moan as Thor traced a finger around his nipple, close enough to be teasing. But they had just finished their latest round and Steve “the insatiable” was in the mood for a break.

“I’m thinking of getting a tattoo,” he said. Thor didn’t pause, but he hummed.

“What kind?” he asked.

“I was thinking of getting one of Michael,” he said.

“Who’s Michael?” Thor asked, a bit sharply. Steve chuckled. He’s jealous, he thought to himself. He laughed again. “What’s so funny?”

“Michael is an archangel,” Steve explained. “I remember that much from Sunday school. Anyway, he’s supposed to fight the devil or he may have kicked him out of heaven or something.”

“Sounds impressive,” Thor said, noncommittally. “Where would you put him?”

“On my rib cage,” he replied. “Over the… the scars there. He’d have a shield and sword and be holding down a snake.”

“Why a snake? Sorry to ask, but I do not know much about Christian stuff,” he said.

“It’s fine, I don’t know much more than you do. It’s supposed to represent the devil or something,” Steve said. Thor hummed.

“What about the other scars?” Thor asked.

“I haven’t decided yet,” Steve said. “But I want to do something to like, leave them in the past, or something.”

“I understand,” Thor said.

“You don’t mind?” Steve asked.

“Steve, it is your body,” Thor said, kissing him. “If it makes you feel good, I am happy. Besides, tattoos are sexy.”

Steve laughed and kissed him again. Thor grinned against his lips and rolled over on top of him. Steve sighed as he felt his lover start to harden against his thigh.

“Who’s insatiable now?” Steve asked. Thor silenced him by nipping at his ear.

“We can stop if you really want,” Thor whispered.

“Don’t you dare,” Steve replied. -------------------------------------------------------------------------

The first week of school came as all returns to school do. With rowdy kids and tired teachers alike wishing that the break had lasted longer than it did. If there was a sympathetic bone in any of the teachers who taught the Advanced Placement classes, they made no appearance. Even Ms. Foster gave a small mountain of lab reports after she was finished going over the syllabus for the rest of the year. Steve was starting to wonder if he was going to have to sell some of his soul to the devil in order to actually survive the school year.

By the end of the week, however, everyone had survived. No major catastrophes had occurred and outside of having plain old, regular anxiety, Steve was doing pretty well. He would take regular anxiety over the all-consuming terror that visited regularly any day. So that Friday, he and Thor decided to stay for the Gay-Straight Alliance meeting. It was a decently sized club. There was some show of Tony, the president (because of course he was) announcing the plans for the upcoming week, which apparently included karaoke night at a local teen bar. Steve wasn’t sure about it, especially when Thor announced that he wanted to go. He made a mental note to bring earplugs.

Aside from the itinerary, the meeting was mostly a time for just hanging out and catching up after the break. Tony ducked out as soon as his part was done to get to auditions for some Shakespearean play that Steve couldn’t remember the name of. Steve and Thor were hanging out by one of the lab tables when a new face appeared.

“Um, excuse me,” she said, she held out her hand timidly. “I am Wanda. Wanda Maximoff. I’m an… exchange student.”

Steve saw Thor’s eyes light up at her voice. He said something in German. Steve didn’t know anything about the language, but he could recognize the question when he heard it. Wanda’s eyes lit up and they launched into a conversation that Steve couldn’t follow if his life depended on it. He awkwardly sipped his punch, feeling a bit like a third wheel. But he figured Thor was trying to make her feel welcome. They had that bit about being from different countries in common, after all.

“This is Steve,” Thor said as he suddenly switched to English. “My boyfriend. He’s an artist.”

Steve blushed a little (a lot) at the pride in his voice. “It’s nice to meet you, Wanda,” he said. Her eyes widened even further as she regarded him.

“What do you do?” she asked. “I mostly play the guitar and violin, mainly, but I also am a photographer.”

“That’s quite a combination,” Steve said, chuckling. “I just sketch with colored pencils. Nothing fancy.”

“Älskling, you are too modest, as always,” Thor replied.

Steve blushed and moved to hide his face in his cup. Thor just laughed.

“So Wanda,” he asked. “Where are you from? Your English and German are very good.”

“Romania,” she said. “What about you?”

“Sweden,” Thor replied. “It is good to meet another European. Americans only speak English and it gets dull after a while.”

“Hey!” Steve protested. “I took 3 years of Spanish.”

Thor scoffed, giving him a sidelong look. “And how much of that do you remember?” he asked.

“Not a word,” he admitted.

“See? You can’t learn a language just in a classroom,” Thor replied. “The best way to learn a language is to use it in real life.”

“Do not worry Steve,” Wanda said with a glint of mirth in her eyes. “It’s not too late to learn.”

“I could teach you Swedish,” Thor said. Wanda made a face.

“Are you crazy?” she demanded. “Teach him German first, it’s more useful.”

She waved a boy over who looked to be the same age as her. He had warm brown eyes and he walked with a swagger in his step, cocky and self-assured. He had wavy blond hair that was dark at the roots as opposed to her straight brown. For some reason he reminded Steve of Bucky, just a little bit. He said something to her in a language he didn’t recognize, but he figured it was Romanian.

“This is my brother, Pietro,” she said. “Pietro this is Thor and his boyfriend, Steve.”

“Good to meet you,” Steve said, shaking his hand. “How are you finding New York?”

“It is incredible,” he replied with a smile. “You have everything here. In Romania, we lived in Bucharest and it is beautiful, but New York is incredible.”

Steve felt a small amount of pride that the city he called his home measured up to some old European cities. He always imagined that the architecture in old European cities must make New York look like a sprawling, if modern, mess. He imagined it was like walking into the past. His city was amazing and not everything was so modern, but it definitely seemed younger.

“I have always wanted to see Bucharest,” Thor replied with a smile. “I want to take a tour of Europe someday and see everything.”

“It is a beautiful city,” Wanda agreed. The three of them began talking and debating the various cities in continental Europe, where they most wanted to go. Steve interjected every now and then about where he would want to go if he had the chance, but aside from that he felt like there wasn’t much to say. He had been in one place all his life, aside from occasional trips to New Jersey or Philadelphia. He became uncomfortably aware of how well travelled this group was in comparison to him.

His awkwardness was interrupted by Ms. Foster making an announcement that the club meeting was over since the school was closing.

“Everyone, don’t forget that we have the charity karaoke night for the Trevor Project coming up next week,” she said. “We hope to see you all there. It’s gonna be a great night!”

“Steve, we have to go,” Thor said. “It’s going to be so much fun!”

Steve made a valiant effort to say no, but faced with such childlike enthusiasm made it difficult. Thor was actually excited to do this and it was hard to deny him. He would just have to take earplugs and hope that whatever Thor decided to sing, it wouldn’t be too loud. Or maybe he could get the bar to turn up the music to drown him out without everyone going deaf. Not likely, but possible.

“You and Pietro have to come as well,” Thor continued. “It will be a night to remember!”

“I would love to go,” Wanda replied smiling. “We have nothing planned that night.”

Thor turned to Steve with his eyes wide and brimming with excitement, making Steve smile in spite of himself. He couldn’t resist him when he looked like that, not when it was about rollercoasters or apparently karaoke.

“Yes, I’ll go,” he sighed. “But only cause you’re cute.”

Thor beamed and pressed a kiss to his temple. Steve grumbled something about him being a big baby as he hid his blushing face. He was looking forward to going out with him and the new kids from Romania. If only Bucky could see him now, making friend with international students and slowly but surely coming out of the shell he had been in for so many years. They got to the front of the school and he saw his mom and Mr. Baker chatting together as they waited to pick up their respective boys.

“You’re still coming over tomorrow, right?” Thor asked. “To study.”

“Yeah, you bet,” Steve said. Thor smiled and kissed him lightly.

“I hope your appointment with Dr. Erskine goes well,” Thor said as he headed towards his car. -------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dr. Erskine was as warm and welcoming as always. Steve relayed how his holidays had gone, how he had coped with Thor leaving for Sweden for a while, how he felt about that. He talked about how he was making new friends and how different his life seemed so different now than it was last year.

“And how has your anxiety been since we last saw each other?” Dr. Erskine asked.

“I’ve been having a good time of it lately,” he said. “It’s there, but it seems more manageable now. I still have panic attacks, but they’re less frequent than before.”

Dr. Erskine smiled and nodded. “Well, in light of that, how would you feel about coming off the medication entirely?”

Steve paused. It was true, they had been gradually reducing his medication from when he first started the treatment for his disorder and he knew that getting off the meds entirely was always the goal, but he was still unsure about what that would mean for him now.

“I don’t know,” he answered. “I’ve been on meds in some form or fashion for so long that I’m not sure how to feel.”

“Your ability to function has improved greatly since we’ve been working together,” Dr. Erskine said. “I remember when you came in a couple months ago and you were convinced that you were not making any progress. But today you tell me that your life is much easier now than it was before.”

“But what if I’m not ready?” Steve asked.

“Nothing need be decided now,” his counselor said. “But it is something to discuss with your doctor. The decision is yours.”

He walked out of his session feeling more anxious than he had going in. That Dr. Erskine believed that he could do it was a small comfort, but he was still nervous about actually going off his meds. Who knew if it would last, if he would be able to function at all. Theoretically, he wanted to be able to function like a normal person. But at the same time, this had been part of his life for so long. Who would he be if it worked? Would it get worse and he’d have to go back on? Would he be fine? How long would it take to figure out what life was like for him? What if he started having more panic attacks? What if he wasn’t as in control as he thought he was? Whatever happened, his life was about to change. -------------------------------------------------------------------------

Unfortunately, Steve had little time to adjust to this news. Bucky was returning to Penn State today. This time, Thor came with him to the station to help him see Bucky off. Thor followed them into a fast food joint where they killed time until Bucky’s train was ready for boarding. Apparently it was tradition at this point for the two of them to hang out eating burgers until he left, so he joined in. They weren’t that bad considering the fact that it was a fast food place.

“Ugh, I don’t want to go back, Steve,” Bucky said, hanging his head. “Why did you let me go to Penn State anyway?”

“Football scholarship,” Steve replied. “Besides, you’re starting your kinesiology major this semester! Aren’t you excited?”

“Sure,” Bucky said hesitantly. “I don’t know, I guess I’m just worried I’m gonna suck.”

“That kind of attitude is gonna bite you in the ass someday,” Steve said.

Bucky grinned. “Someone should,” he replied. “It’s a nice ass.”

Steve snorted his drink and erupted into a horrible coughing fit. Thor couldn’t help but laugh at the top of his lungs as his boyfriend doubled over, trying to clean off his face and shirt from the soda. Bucky was laughing his head off, too. Steve glared at both of them.

“I hate you,” he declared. “Both of you. I’m not gonna miss you at all.”

“Oh come on, Stevie,” Bucky said. “You know you love me. And you’re never gonna stay mad at Thor.”

“Nope, we’re done,” Steve said adamantly. “I’m hooking up with Loki and Tony now.”

“Well, just as forewarning,” Bucky said. “You’re gonna in for some crazy stuff and it’s gonna last all night long.”

“I did not need to know that about them,” Thor groaned. “It’s bad enough that they’re all over each other in public, I do not need to know what they get up to in private.”

“Why?” Steve asked. Thor almost groaned. Bucky got a wicked gleam in his eye.

“Tell me, Stevie,” he said. “Do you know what a dom is?”

This time Thor snorted into his drink. Baldr must have not approved of his laughing at his lover’s expense or something. Or perhaps Loki’s namesake was messing with him. Or perhaps his brother set his namesake on him out of spite or just because he was bored.

“What’s a dom?” Steve asked, pointedly ignoring Thor’s plight. Dear gods, do not let Bucky tell my sweet, innocent boyfriend this, Thor prayed silently.

“Maybe Thor will tell you,” Bucky said with a wink. “If you ask nicely.”

Steve looked at him expectantly and gasped as Thor actually blushed about as red as Steve did at the drop of a hat. Both of them started laughing at them. A god was definitely out to get him today, but this was one subject that Thor was pretty sure Steve was not ready for. Best to let this be.

“I’ll tell you when you’re older,” he replied. Steve rolled his eyes while Bucky snickered and Thor thanked the gods that neither of them pressed the issue.

The rest of the their brief time together was spent rehashing old stories from before Thor knew Steve. He gained a newfound respect for his little lover after hearing about some of the shenanigans he and Bucky got up to over the years. Most of it was normal teenager stuff like sneaking into an R rated movie or something. But then there was the story about how Bucky had dared Steve to graffiti the back of a restaurant in Brooklyn.

“We almost got arrested, Buck,” Steve said, flushed with a smile on his face. “That was a terrible idea.”

“Dude, it was worth it to see you draw a giant dick on that wall,” Bucky cried. The corners of Thor’s mouth crept up in a smile at the thought.

“You little hellion,” he said, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “Tell me this place is still around, I want to see it.”

“Really?” Steve asked.

“It got scrubbed clean,” Bucky said, fishing his phone out of his pockets. “But I have a picture.”

Sure enough, there was a picture of a big, blue penis on the side of a building and another picture of Steve putting it there. Thor laughed at it for longer than was strictly necessary, but the thought of his tight-laced boyfriend tagging buildings was just too much.

“Just think of what your dad would say if he only knew,” Steve said with a grin. “His opinion of me would drop through the floor.”

“I think it’s a bit late for that,” Thor said with a twinge of regret. His father’s irrational opposition to his relationship with Steve was still a bit of a sore spot.

Shortly after this story they made their way to the terminal where Bucky would leave to get on his train. Thor could tell that Steve was saddened by it. He squeezed his hand comfortingly. When they arrived, Steve practically tackled his friend in a hug, much in the same way that he had when Thor returned from Sweden a couple weeks ago. He felt a faint bit of jealousy as he watched Bucky’s arms wrap around his lover. He suppressed it immediately. Steve was allowed to have close friends. The gods knew that he had few enough of them without Thor getting territorial whenever he wanted to show some kind of affection with them.

“I’ll miss you,” he heard his lover say. Bucky closed his eyes and hugged him a little tighter. Curious, Thor thought to himself.

“Yeah, I’ll miss you too, you punk,” Bucky replied. “I’ll text you when I get back.”

“You’d better, you jerk.”

Bucky walked off with his bags and waved one last time before disappearing through the terminal. Steve stood there, laced his fingers together with Thor’s and squeezed. Thor returned the gesture, trying his best to comfort his lover.

“It’s silly, isn’t it?” Steve said. “I keep thinking it’ll be easier next time, watching him leave. And I have more friends now and everything and it’s still hard to see him leave.”

“He is your best friend,” Thor replied softly. “It is not silly in the slightest. I miss my friends every time I leave Sweden.”

“I’ve never asked about your friends in Sweden,” Steve said.

“We are all part of a little pagan community there,” Thor explained. “You would like them. You are as brave and fierce as any of them.”

Steve was silent for a moment. Thor couldn’t tell what was going through his mind, whether he was sad or afraid or just thinking. He refrained from asking. Then, Steve started walking in the direction of the subway silently.

“Thank you for coming,” he said as they waited for the train. Thor squeezed his hand again and smiled down at him.

“Anytime,” he replied. “I just wish I had more time to get to know him.”

“Why’s that?” Steve asked, genuinely curious.

“He is your best friend,” Thor said. “And he seems a good man. I like him.”

“You played football together,” Steve pointed out.

“But we never really hung out outside of that,” Thor countered. “I do not know much about him beyond his athletic ability.”

Steve was silent for a moment. “Bucky’s coming back for spring break in March,” he said. “Maybe we can all hang out sometime.”

Thor smiled down at him. “I would like that.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------

Bucky turned around as he was leaving to steal one final glance at Steve. He was walking away, hand in hand with Thor, whom Bucky had once had a crush on in between dealing with his feelings for Steve. But since Thor never really responded to anything Bucky had done, he gave up eventually.

He tried not to feel bitter that they had ended up together as soon as he left. Sometimes it was easy, like when they were all laughing together or hanging out. Sometimes… not so much. Sometimes Bucky had to remind himself that he might have what he wanted if he had just had the nerve to say something.

But they were happy together. He couldn’t say something now. However much he might want to be with Steve, or Thor, Bucky cared more about their happiness. Bucky would just mope on the train ride back to Pennsylvania and try to get that out of his system by the time he met his friends at college. It always felt a little like running away or disappearing when he left Brooklyn for Penn State. It always came with a mix of sadness and relief. Bucky could forget his relationship troubles there, throw himself into football practice or schoolwork.

Who knows? he thought. Maybe Nat’s right. Maybe something might still come of it.

Bucky tried to hold onto that hope as he turned around and headed for the train. Nat was usually right about these things. Hell, that was how she and Clint got together and they were as good a couple as Steve and Thor. He got on the train, grabbed a seat, put his earphones in, and turned up some music. Bucky had a few hours to sulk before his stop. He intended to make use of it.

#thundershield #stevethor #thorsteve #steve rogers x thor #marvel #avengers #Ballad of the Thundering Heart #Thundering Heart #fanfic #my work

[central-city-meta-pocalypse]

Adjusting - (Harry Wells x reader)

A/N: I was having some writer’s block on the Home to You sequel, but I had this one almost done, so I just finished it off. Just some cute Earth-2 fluff. My headcanon is that Jesse’s mum passed away when she was about four, so she has some memories of her, but the way Harry talks about her makes me think Jesse doesn’t remember a lot. But, do enjoy :)

Summary: Imagine that you'd help raise Jesse since her mum passed away and you and Harry had gotten together a while afterwards. One night, she has a nightmare and you help her through it.

*Gif not mine, all credit to the creator*

“Right, Jesse’s in bed, even if she was rather reluctant,” Harry said, walking into your bedroom and closing the door behind him, “time for a film?”

You let out a soft laugh, knowing how stubborn the young girl could be when she wanted to, much like her father. You nodded in regards to the movie and passed him the remote control so that he’d be forced to make the decision on what you were going to watch.

Harry pulled back the sheets which you’d already nestled yourself under and got in next to you, propping himself up against the pillows and allowing you to rest on his chest as you so often did. You snuggled against him a little more to get comfy as he flicked through the titles of films on the TV opposite your bed.

“What do you fancy watching?” he asked, running his free hand through your hair, making you relax even more against him.

“I don’t mind,” you said softly, wrapping your arm around his middle and becoming tempted to close your eyes and fall asleep right there and then, “something light-hearted, but just pick one at random.”

”Okay,” he replied as he clicked on the next film title he came to, putting down the remote and intertwining his fingers with yours.

The pair of you had retreated to your room for your ‘date night’ this time, rather than going out to dinner or the theatre like you often had before. The amount of work you both had at STAR labs had increased exponentially over the past few weeks which left little time for the two of you to spend together. And it didn’t help that you were both continually exhausted, which meant that retreating to your bed had felt like the best option for your date tonight.

Being the CEO, Harry spent almost all of his time in his office, which left you, with the little time you could spare from your own work, to look after Jesse as he couldn’t.

You didn’t mind looking after the little eight-year-old; you’d been caring for her on and off for the past four years since her mother passed away. You really did love being around her, and to your joy, she seemed to enjoy being around you as well. Of course, she missed her mom, but you’d tried your best to comfort her through it, as well as being there for her father.

You’d been the only one that Harry would talk to about his loss and had gradually become part of the family as you helped them recover. It had taken you a couple of months to get Harry to open up and talk to you about his feelings concerning his late wife. You appreciated how strong he was trying to be for Jesse, but knew from personal experience that bottling up feelings of grief wasn’t good for anyone.

After a year of helping him to come to terms with everything, Harry had asked you on a date, but you’d hesitated, wondering if it was still too soon for him to be looking at finding someone else to be with.

Harry had understood your concerns and said that without you, he probably wouldn’t have been anywhere close to being ready, but with you to help him through everything, he was truly in a position to move on with his life.

You’d agreed to a date and neither of you had looked back.

As the film titles started to play, you fought the growing urge to close your eyes and simply go to sleep, wrapped up in Harry’s arms and the soft sheets, completely content.

You did try to focus on the film, chuckling at the funny scenes and enjoying the peace and quiet that seemed to be so lacking in your life at the moment.

But around twenty minutes in, you realised that Harry had stopped stroking your hair and that his breathing had evened out considerably.

You shifted your head to peer up at your boyfriend and smiled softly when you saw that he’d fallen asleep.

Trying not to move too much so that you didn’t disturb him, you removed his glasses, placing them on the bedside table and turned off the film and the lights and snuggled back down against his chest.

“Goodnight, baby,” you whispered, re-linking your fingers together and closing your eyes, finally drifting off yourself.

You had no idea how long you’d been asleep for, but you were roused from your slumber by the noise of your bedroom door opening and the soft sound of sniffling coming from the side of your bed.

Slowly, you opened your eyes as you registered what the sound was and lifted your head, turning to face the other side of the room. You could just make out the outline of Jesse in the dim light, snuffling and rubbing her eyes.

“Jesse? What’s wrong?” you whispered, unfurling yourself from Harry’s embrace and the sheets and moving to sit on the edge of the bed, looking concernedly up at her.

“I-I had a b-bad dream,” she whispered back in between sobs, before stepping forwards into your outstretched arms.

“Oh honey, come here,” you said, wrapping your arms around her as you stood up and began leading her out of your bedroom and back towards her own. It not that you didn’t want Harry to know that his daughter was upset, but he was exhausted and needed the sleep.

And besides, you’d definitely had enough practice at calming her down on your own by now.

When you reached her bedroom and you’d turned on the lights, you sat her down on the bed and gave her another hug, letting her cry her remaining tears into the shoulder of your shirt.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” you asked, gently rubbing her back as she started to breathe more evenly again.

“Th-there was a monster... under my bed,” she started, pulling back to look at you as you grabbed a tissue from the table and started to wipe away her tears. “It was trying to pull me under and it was so dark... I-I was calling you and daddy b-but you weren’t there...”

”Hey, it’s okay,” you cooed, still holding her and gently rocking her back and forth, “you’re strong and brave and the smartest girl I’ve ever known and you could take on any of the monsters and win.”

She smiled up at you slightly with her red eyes before giving you another hug.

You held her tightly and she did the same until you heard her yawn and decided she was going to be alright and needed to go back to sleep.

“Come on, little one,” you said, breaking the hug before standing up and pulling back the covers so that she could crawl back underneath them. As she settled down, you knelt down and just had a quick look under the bed to reassure her that there was nothing there.

She smiled at you sleepily once she’d gotten comfy and started to close her eyes as you tucked the covers in around her a little more, placing a kiss on her forehead. You made sure she was properly settled before speaking again.

“And Jesse, if you ever needed any help, your dad and I wouldn’t rest until we knew you were okay, you know that,” you said softly, brushing the hair out of her face. She nodded in understanding and you kissed her head again before beginning to make your way over to the door.

“Sweet dreams, honey,” you said softly, flicking out the light.

“Night, mom,” came the sleepy reply as you closed the door.

You stood there for a second, hand still on the door handle as you processed what she’d said.

Mom... You’d been dating Harry for nearly three years and you’d never once thought that Jesse would consider you as being her mother.

You remembered Harry’s late wife and you’d been doing everything for Jesse in her memory, but to know that in the young girl’s eyes, you were doing it all that well... the thought was humbling.

Your smile started to grow as you began to walk back towards yours and Harry’s room and as you re-entered, Harry stirred, opening his eyes and looking around in the dark.

“It’s just me,” you said to reassure him, climbing back under the sheets and resuming your previous position, draping your arm over him and resting your head on his shoulder.

“Jesse?” he asked with a little concern as he wrapped his arm around you again.

“Yeah, she had a nightmare. But we talked it over and she’s going back to sleep,” you replied with a yawn. “I told her she could definitely take on any monster that had taken up residence under her bed.”

“I’m sure she could.”

You could hear the smile in his voice and couldn’t help smiling a little wider yourself. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head and settled against the pillows again.

Harry was silent for another minute or two and you were almost certain he’d gone back to sleep but decided to try anyway.

“Harry?”

“Hmm?”

“She called me ‘mom’,” you said with a little laugh, still overjoyed at the thought of it.

You felt him smile against your head and hugged him a little tighter.

“I’m glad,” he replied, kissing your forehead, “You treat her like your own... and she loves you for that... and knowing that you love her and you’re always going to be there for her makes me love you even more as well.”

“I love her and you more than I can say,” you replied, leaning up and softly placing a kiss to his lips, “I’m so glad you’re in my life.”

“Likewise,” he said against your lips, kissing you again, a little more deeply. “Sometimes the world deals us something terrible, but sometimes something beautiful can grow from that.”

You nodded with a gentle smile, leaning back down on his chest and listening to his strong heartbeat as you fell back to sleep.

Years later after Zoom stole Jesse from you and Harry, you hoped she’d remember what you told her that night - she was stronger and smarter than she knew and that the pair of you would not stop until she was safe with you again.

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