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littleoddwriter · 2 years

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i know you said you have a lot of requests so it's fine if you don't get to this one but i was wondering if you could write male reader x stu macher

like the reader and stu bump into each other at the video store randy worked at. they strike up a conversation about horror movies and don't realize they've been talking for so long until someone else enters the aisle and asks them to move out of the way lol

after being interrupted mid-convo they awkwardly shuffle out of the aisle and stu gets the courage to ask out the reader or invite him back to his place to watch movies

It's a Date | Stu Macher x Male!Reader (Pre-Relationship)

Hey there! Ah, thank you for the request! Love it! I hope you like what I've done with it. :') And thank youuu for all your support! I see you in my notifications all the time and it makes me very happy, so, thank you! <3

summary; See above.

notes; Male!Reader; Pre-Relationship; Asking Out; Social Awkwardness; Short Fic.

At the end of the week, you usually ended up at the video store, renting a couple of movies to watch over the weekend. It’s become quite a routine for you and you tried to mix things up every week, in terms of genre. This time, you decided to go for horror movies. You’ve seen your fair share of those, but not enough to consider yourself an avid watcher of them. Maybe that would change over the weekend, though. Sometimes you just had to find the right films to really get you into it, after all.

In the aisle, you immediately embarrassed yourself by literally bumping into someone else, almost falling back on your ass with it. Whoever you’d run into, though, caught you and steadied you so you could get back on both feet.

“Gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t look where I was… going. Stu?” you apologised frantically, until you realised that you were talking to Stu. It did nothing for your nerves, considering you had a massive crush on him, but it calmed you a bit that you had bumped into him instead because he was so easy-going.

“Oh! Y/N! It’s cool, man,” he responded with a grin, waving his hand flippantly.

Awkwardly, you smiled at him, unsure whether or not you should say something else or if you should simply move on and search for a couple of movies now.

“Are you looking for a horror movie to watch?” Stu asked, taking the decision from you at last.

“Uh, yeah. Several, actually. Making a weekend watch out of it to, um, relax,” you said, internally berating yourself for how you stumbled over your words, “Do you have any recommendations for me? I know you like horror movies a lot.”

“Like them? I love them, man! They’re the best,” Stu grinned, “Sure, I got a couple of goodies up my sleeve. What have you seen?”

“Child’s Play and Halloween,” you replied with a short, embarrassed laugh, feeling your face grow hot.

“Fair choices. But I can't believe you haven't seen more than that! What about Psycho? Or Friday the 13th? A Nightmare on Elm Street? Literally all the classics.” He counted down several movies, most of which you’ve at least heard of and have considered watching.

Nodding, you told him exactly that.

“Great! Man, you’re gonna love them,” Stu chuckled, patting your shoulder with far more force behind it than necessary. You revelled in the physical contact, though. It was rare for you and Stu to talk at all, so you cherished each and every second you could get.

Quickly, he picked out all the movies he’s mentioned to you and was about to put them in your hands, while saying something else, when someone cleared their throat behind you, making you both jump.

“May I?” they inquired, looking annoyed at you two.

Awkwardly, you stepped aside and walked out of the aisle with Stu right behind you.

��Dick,” he muttered under his breath when he reached you, looking back at the person that had interrupted your conversation.

You couldn’t suppress a soft chuckle at that.

“Hey, uh, Y/N,” Stu caught your attention after a few uncomfortable moments of silence, “I was wondering if you wanna come to my place over the weekend and watch those movies there? My parents won’t be home and I thought, I don’t know, maybe I could give you some more knowledge of the movies while we watch or something. What do you say, man?”

Why exactly was he so nervous asking this? Stu was never the bashful type whatsoever. It surprised you and warmed your heart a bit. Could this be a date? What if he really reciprocated your feelings?

“Sure thing, Stu! I’d like that a lot, actually,” you told him enthusiastically with a gentle smile on your lips.

“Oh, cool! So, it’s a date?”

You could barely believe what you were hearing.

“Yeah, it’s a date,” you responded, seeming far more collected than you were, as you were freaking out internally.

“I’ll rent those movies for us, then!” Stu exclaimed, already on his way to the check-out.

Dumb-founded, you looked after him. Was this really happening?

You decided to pinch yourself. It all just seemed too good to be true. But no, the spot where you pinched yourself actually hurt. This was real.

With a bright, stupid grin stuck on your face, you walked after Stu, out of the store.

For the afternoon, you parted ways to reunite in the evening at his house. That way you could pack your things and he could make sure everything was taken care of at his home; especially snacks, which he said were very important for the whole experience.

You couldn’t wait.

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kz-i-co · 4 years

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Scream

Summary: With all the pranks going on in your small town it's hard to separate the fake ones with the real ones.

Character: Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) [NCT]

Warning: language | violence »» scream au »»

Words: 1.8k

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A/N: I didn't proof read so I apologize for any errors and also this is strictly a one shots so sorry for the cliffhanger lol #happpyhalloween

Beep beep beep......3:59......3:58.....3:59

You buzzed your lips watching the microwave count down. You heard the first pop and it continued as you reached into your fridge grabbing a carbonated drink. Your phone started to ring and you couldn't help but feel annoyed.

"Lia if you ask me one more time to throw a party I will seriously end you." You spoke answering your phone not even looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?" You heard a mans voice spoke that didn't sound familiar.

You moved the phone away from your ear and noticed the ID said 'unknown'.

"Hello?" You answered back confused.

"Who's this?" The man spoke with a friendly voice.

"Who's this?" You replied back since he was the one who dialed you.

"I'm sorry, I must of dialed the wrong number." He said with a genuine tone.

"It's no big deal." You laughed getting ready to hang up.

"Wait, can I talk to you for a moment? You have a nice voice."

You made a face from the weird vibe you got. "I'm sorry I don't know you, do I?" You didn't want to sound rude.

"No but we can get to know each other."

"No Thanks, have a good night." You quickly hung up.

"Weird." You rushed to the microwave completely forgetting about your popcorn. You opened the door and grabbed the greasy paper bag, still in edible condition.

Your phone rang again displaying the 'unknown' tag. What was with this guy? Didn't he get the message? Should you just ignore it?

"Hello?" The suspense was killing you.

"Hey, I must of dialed the wrong number again? You sure you're not the one I should be talking to?" He said with a chuckle.

"Who are you looking for?" You asked confused.

"Someone named (Y/N)."

You grew weary. "That's my name but I don't know how I could help you."

"I guess it's meant to be then." More laughter.

"Look I don't know how you got my number but someone is obviously playing a joke on me so I'm sorry about that."

"I don't mind." Was he really trying to flirt with you. How old was this guy?

"Look I have a boyfriend alright."

"What's his name? Do I know him?"

This had to be a prank call. "Wait is this Mark? I'm really your next victim? Who paid you? Johnny? Joy?"

"I don't know what you're talking about?" The man said.

"Ha that's funny. Good one Mark. Tell them the deals off." Then you hung up again. The phone redialed much quicker this time causing your ears to steam.

"Mark go bother someone else, alright?"

"This isn't Mark." The man said more stern.

"Then what do you want?"

"I just want to talk to you." He said his voice going back to his friendly tone.

"Then dial someone else." You said feeling uncomfortable.

"But I want to know who I'm looking at."

You felt a chill travel up your spine. "What did you say?"

"I want to know who I'm talking to."

"That's not what you said." You rushed to the front door making sure the door was locked as well as the dead bolt. You went to the other windows and doors to make sure they were all locked.

"Something wrong?"

"Look, I'm sure you have had your fun okay bye now-"

"You hang up on me again I'll gut you up and everyone you know."

You stood there frozen as he spoke in your ear. "Now I have your attention." He laughed. "I want to play a little game."

"I'm gonna call the police." You said still shaken.

"Now why would you want to do that? I'm sure Donghyuck would appreciate you playing my game."

"What?"

"You said you had a boyfriend right? His name wouldn't happen to be Donghyuck would it?" You could hear the sinister joy in his voice.

"How do you know that?"

"Turn on the patio lights."

You heart was beating fast. There was no way this was happening. It was some sick prank right?

You did what he said and turned on the patio lights seeing your boyfriend tied up in a chair with blood dripping from his head. You cried and opened the door.

"Not so fast. I'll just kill the both of you right now if you don't play by my rules." The man spoke into your ear.

You backed up and closed the door once again. "Very good. Now let's play our game."

"No, please stop." You turned off the light once again and crawled into the corner.

"Pass my game and I will let you and little Donghyuck alone."

"We’re gonna play a little movie trivia." He continued. "I hope you like scary movies."

"Please."

"Question one: what is the name of the killer clown that lives in the sewer."

"I can't." You whimpered.

"Come on this is an easy one." The man was enjoying your fear.

"Pennywise." You answered.

"That's correct! Question two:-"

"Please stop." You felt the tears drip down your cheeks.

"Answer the question and I will." He continued. "What is the name of the killer in Friday the 13th."

"J-Jason." You stuttered.

"I'm sorry, that is the wrong answer." He cheered.

"What? No!"

"Jason doesn't come until the sequel, Jason's mother was the first killer." He laughed. "I guess Donghyuck will have to be cut from the game."

You heard shouting and you quickly got up turning on the patio light seeing your boyfriend sit their unconscious as blood was seeping from his chest.

"No!" You cried.

"Hey we still have one more question."

"Fuck You, you asshole!" You shouted.

"Now don't be like that, this is my favorite question."

"What door am I at?" He spoke causing your throat to be parched. "You have two main doors, the front and the back, which one am I at?"

You were dangerously close to the back door that you walked backwards into the kitchen. "No guesses? Suit yourself." You heard the front door slam shut.

You quickly grabbed a knife and kneeled down. You saw a black figure run past the kitchen into the living room. You crawled into the hall and worked your way to the stairs. You reached for your phone in your back pocket but grew confused as it wasn't there. You turned around seeing a man with a white ghost face mask holding up your phone.

He suddenly held up a knife sending you screaming and running up the stairs. The man was quick sprinting behind you and you threw the nearest object towards him sending him falling to the ground. You ran into your room and slammed the door in his face. You quickly ran to the bathroom and used the other door sending you back out to the corridor and you sprinted back down the stairs. You could sense the man quick on your tail as you tried to open the front door but was caught by the chair. The man swung the knife towards you causing you to duck and turn towards the other way.

You quickly ran out the back bumping into a sudden obstacle, causing you to scream in fear.

"(Y/N) it's me." You looked up seeing your boyfriend trying to calm you down.

"Donghyuck? What the fuck, I thought you were dead." You wiped your tears.

"I'm fine it's just a stupid prank."

"What?" You pushed him away and turned around.

The man in the mask was waiting by the door and suddenly removed it revealing Mark.

"You were trying to kill me?"

"It's just plastic." Mark flicked the knife.

"You're both assholes."

"(Y/N) come on it was just a joke." He laughed pulling your arm.

You turned around and slapped him. "I thought you were really killed. I don't know how that's funny to you." You walked back inside the house. "You two deserve each other."

You threw on your backpack before you ran downstairs and out the door, surprised from your guilt ill boyfriend waiting on the other side. You rolled your eyes and walked past ignoring him.

"(Y/N) please, I'm so sorry. It wasn't even my idea. I'll do anything." He got down on his knees literally begging.

"Why?"

"We were just trying to scare you, I didn't think it would go that far."

You sighed believing the dummy.

"I promise we will never do this ever again. Especially for Mark's sake since he had to get six stitches." He got up.

"I gave him stitches?" You asked shocked from the sudden news.

"Yeah, when you threw the vase at him. We deserve much worse." He said and you quickly punched him in the arm.

"You idiot!" You yelled. "You two are bad for each other. If you want my advice...stay far away from each other because then you won't get these twisted thoughts in your head."

"But do you forgive me?" He asked reaching for your hand.

"Never. But I'll continue to tolerate you I suppose." He smiled at your answer and leaned down bringing his lips towards yours. The worst part was you let him and responded back.

You heard a cough pulling each other away. "I need to get to work." Your mother spoke, clearly annoyed that his car was blocking the driveway.

"Sorry mom."

You followed your boyfriend to his car and took off to school.

Once you got there, there was camera crew everywhere. What the hell happened?

"What's going on?" Donghyuck spoke up first.

"I don't know." You both got out and started towards the school.

"Mr. Lee, I need to see you right away." The principle said once you both entered the building.

"I'll catch up with you later." He said following the principal.

"(Y/N)! There you are. Did you hear what happened last night?" Your friend Lia came over.

"You should hear what happened to me." You started.

"Sophia Chu was murdered last night."

"What?"

"Yeah. The detectives said it was some maniac in black robes wearing a white ghost face mask." She said causing you to go numb.

No way.

"The worst part was the killer is still out there. He was long gone once her parents showed up."

"(Y/N)?" The principal grabbed your attention and signaled you to come inside. You followed pursuit and you saw Mark and Donghyuck sitting on the other side of the desk with police standing guard.

"This is a very serious matter. A student was murdered last night and they were wearing this." He held up the mask. "Now there was packaging for this costume in both of these students lockers but they claim that they were with you last night. Is that true?"

You were their only witness.

"Last night......-"

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searchingforstarss · 4 years

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I'm playing the ultimate spiderman game and there's these guys with bats and now I can't get the idea out of my head. could you write irondad whump h/c with peter being beaten with a bat, maybe getting his jaw broken? Love all your fics so much!!!

i’m so sorry this took me a few days anon! i adored the prompt and i really wanted to make sure i did it justice. thank you so much for sending this in, i loved writing it so i hope you enjoy it x

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“Look, kid, I’m listening to you, trust me, and I know things are getting bad but I’m not back in town until Thursday and I just need you to wait until then. Once I’m back we can come up with a game plan together.”

“I can handle it by myself, Mister Stark, we might not have until Thursday.”

“Peter Benjamin Parker, I do not, under any circumstances at all, want you going anywhere near this guy without me there. You hear me?”

“Okay, fine. I hear you.”

–

For the last three months, women have been being attacked in the middle of the night, usually in alleyways or secluded areas of parks, the kinds that most people know not to go anywhere near at night. None of this is particularly new, per se, because New York is a dangerous city and that’s why Peter spends so much time out patrolling, trying to protect the people and the city that he loves.

But it’s the same man, tall, broad shoulders, dark clothing and masked every time. Rumours have been flitting about the city that he carries a baseball bat with him.

Peter’s been dreaming of finally achieving something important, being able to break a big case all by himself, to prove to the Avengers and the NYPD that he’s capable of much more than they give him credit for.

This seemed like exactly the right opportunity, even if Tony kept telling him to leave it the hell alone. Once Peter’s successfully caught the guy, he’ll change his tune, surely. Just like the Vulture all over again.

So, he mapped it all out as carefully as he possibly could. He tracked the masked man’s movements around New York using Karen to hack into the city’s security camera network (and a whole lot of bribing and convincing her not to tell FRIDAY about his efforts because that would have Mister Stark putting an end to everything before he would even have a chance to go after the guy.)

The man operates between midnight and three am, Peter noted, and then he catches a C line train back to a ramshackle apartment block on the outskirts of Brownsville.

Peter figured that would give him a three-hour window. It all seemed quite easy, really. Wait until Mister Stark was out of town, tell May he was spending the night at Ned’s to work on a physics project and sneak out the window in his Spider-Man suit to slip into the man’s home. He thought maybe he could rummage around a bit, look for come evidence while he waited for the man to come home, only to ambush him and call the police on him in his own home. Right where he’s not expecting it.

Peter was quite proud of himself, honestly. He was so sure that he was going to prove Tony wrong, show him that he can do things like this himself.

It all would have been fine if Peter didn’t miss one tiny little detail. The man always returns home earlier on a Saturday night.

(Maybe he’s religious; maybe he has to get up early for church in the morning, Peter thinks to himself slightly deliriously, later on, wouldn’t that just be wildly ironic.)

He was caught off guard, so engrossed in the pair of bloody gloves that he’d found just lying out on the couch that he hadn’t heard the masked man creep into the apartment behind him.

Then everything went horribly, horribly wrong and he ended up here.

Wrists shackled to the wall behind him, slumped up against the ratty wallpaper in what looks like a bedroom inside of the apartment that he’s spent the last few days monitoring security footage of so closely. He really didn’t mean for this to happen. He should have listened to Tony.

Now, he’s just sitting, arms aching and splinters poking through the suit into the backs of his thighs from the neglected wooden floor below him. But honestly, most of his worries stem from the fact that this masked man is just sitting across from him. He’s settled on the edge a threadbare looking mattress, unmoving. It’s dark in the room and the only light slipping through the windows is from the flickering streetlamps outside. Peter can barely see the man anyway, face shielded by the mask, but he can tell he’s being stared at.

He’s getting sick of it. Sure, maybe he’s in a little over his head and maybe this is all just the universe punishing him for deliberately going against what Tony told him to do, but he’s over it and he wants to go home.

“Nice place you got here, but would you mind, like letting me go? I have places to be, man.”

“You’ve been pissing me off, Spider, prancing around the city in those tights, trying to get in my way. I think I’ll keep you right here.”

So he does speak. It’s a little unnerving when Peter can’t see the lips move from behind the mask.

“First of all, they’re not tights. Plus, who are you to talk, anyway? Who’s your style icon, Jason Voorhees?”

The man stares at him. “Shut up.”

“Oh c’mon. Jason Voorhees from Friday the 13th? You really don’t know him? He’s kinda a psychopath, not to spoil the whole thing for you or anything. It really is a great movie, you really should sit down and give it a watch sometime.”

“I said, shut up.”

“Alright, alright. Just trying to be helpful, but clearly, I’m not here for my movie recommendations. That’s fine, I get it.”

More silence.

“Seriously, though, I’m getting kinda bored over here. What are we doing, exactly? Apart from the whole me sitting here and looking pretty while you stare at me like a serial killer thing. Now that I think about it, the resemblance between you and Jason really is uncanny. “

“I’m trying to figure out what to do with you.”

Kinda ominous, but whatever.

“Whatever you do, I’d like to be wined and dined first, preferably.”

“If you don’t shut up right now, I’m going to make you,” the man growls, voice low and ripping from the back of his throat.

“That sounds a little like an innuendo and I’d really rather you didn’t.”

“That’s it,” he mutters, turning to leave the room. Peter is relieved to have a break from dark eyes boring into him when the man returns only a minute or so later, breaking Peter’s brief solitude far too soon and oh - shit, there’s a bat clutched in his grip and his blood runs cold through his veins because holy fuck, clearly the baseball bat rumours were true.

Peter swallows down his panic.

“We’re gonna go play baseball? I’m not exactly a great shot, and you might have to let me out of these first,” Peter rattles his wrists around in the metal chains and they clink together, echoing around the sparse room, “but sounds like fun.”

“We’re not playing baseball.”

“Shame, because I passed a park on my way here and I’m pretty sure that there’s only been like, six murders there this year so that could have been a fun spot.”

“I’m going to enjoy this, you fucked up little kid.”

“Hey, I’m not a little-” Peter starts, but he’s cut off by all the air being knocked out of his lungs as he sees the bat raised in front of him.

People - mostly Tony, really - have always told him that his big mouth in the worst situations will get him in trouble someday. Today’s the day, apparently. Tony will have a great time telling him ‘I told you so,’ over this one.

His thoughts are cut off when the baseball bat collides with his jaw and a searing, fiery pain consumes his entire being. He’s engulfed by it, bones crunching and splintering underneath the unforgiving wood of the bat as it returns, again and again and again. No matter how desperately Peter begs and pleads, his pride and smart quips surrendering to the raw agony, the bat doesn’t stop.

His mouth is awash with the metallic taste of his own blood, and he spits it out uselessly around the pulverised bones of his jaw. It only fills right back up, coating the inside of his mouth with red once more. A drop trickles down his chin.

His jaw radiates a throbbing pain that courses through his veins. Dark spots dance and blur in the edge of his vision as his consciousness ebbs. At least if he’s unconscious he won’t have to feel any of this.

“Finally, peace and quiet. Let’s see how easy it is for you to run that mouth of yours now.”

Peter tries to spit another lot of blood out of his mouth in one last show of defiance, but he can’t even open his mouth properly without feeling like the pain will quite literally tear his entire skull open, let alone get the muscles to function enough to propel the blood anywhere, anyway.

Everything hurts.

He tips his head back against the wall in defeat. His eyelids droop, feeling too heavy to keep open, but the pain is worse when he closes his eyes. It’s all he has to focus on.

There’s a thunk, something heavy landing on the floorboards in front of him. Heavy footsteps leave the room. When he chances cracking one eye open, the man is gone, but the baseball bat, decorated with smears of Peter’s own crimson blood, has been tossed onto the floor in front of him.

—

There’s a crash at the door and Peter flinches back into the wall behind him. He’s not sure how long he’s been drifting in and out of consciousness and his entire jaw screams at the sudden movement but he doesn’t care because the man is back and he can’t do it again, he can’t.

He screws his eyes shut in misery and tries to prepare himself to take it because this is his fault, after all, he was stupid and he didn’t listen to Tony.

Now he’s paying the price because maybe Tony’ll be mad, maybe he won’t even come to get Peter - or even worse, maybe no one will come at all, to teach him a lesson and he’ll be left curled up here forever, shackled to the wall, bleeding and broken with the constant threat of a bat to the face looming over him the second he steps out of line.

Footsteps stop in front of him.

His lungs burn as he holds his breath unsurely. He waits for the sound of the bat being picked up off the floor in front of him but it never comes. Instead, it sounds like it’s kicked away. Peter resists the urge to cringe away because god, that’s maybe that’s even worse. The man could be sick of the bat already, maybe it’s not enjoyable enough for him anymore - not that it was ever enjoyable for Peter but he thinks it was probably better than a knife to the chest or a bullet to the head.

Based on his research, Peter is pretty sure that this man hasn’t killed anyone yet, hasn’t gone quite that far, but there’s a first time for everything.

He can vaguely sense movement in front of him. Someone is getting closer and he doesn’t dare to move or breath, knowing that he’s completely unable to protect himself with his arms compromised behind him.

Then there’s a voice.

“Hey, kid. Wanna open those eyes for me?”

Tony.

He blinks his heavy eyes open, doing what the man asks because avoiding doing so was what got him in this whole mess in the first place. Sure enough, when he does, he finds Tony crouched in front of him. He’s in a three-piece suit, glasses hastily shoved down the front of his shirt, the Iron-Man armour standing sentry behind him.

He stares.

Tony came. He’s here. Even though he was stupid and he didn’t listen and he fucked things up. Tony only forgave him after the Vulture because he saved the day. He did what he was meant to do, as a superhero. Tonight he’s only managed to piss off a notorious serial-attacker and consequently screw up his jaw past even the best abilities of his healing.

He needs to apologise, he needs Tony to see how sorry he is for everything, because maybe if he does Tony might get him out of here. Try as he might, he can’t form proper words around his broken jaw. Instead, whines and mumbles slip past his lips incoherently, eyes blown wide with all the words he wants to say but can’t force out.

“Shh, no buddy, don’t strain yourself, it’s all okay, everything is okay.”

Tony is lowering himself onto the floor next to Peter, reaching up to undo his shackles from the wall with a small rusted key. Peter doesn’t know where he got it from, but he’d entirely forgotten about the ache in his arms from the restraints, anyway, too focused on his jaw. He shakes them out at his sides.

If Peter is being uncuffed, then surely that must mean that Tony is considering getting him out of here. Peter so desperately wants to get out of here. What if Tony won’t take him with him if he doesn’t know exactly how sorry Peter is?

“Pl’se. S…s-s’rry.”

“No, Pete, it’s okay.”

Peter shakes his head frantically, the movement irritating his jaw but he continues anyway. He needs to keep apologising. He doesn’t want Tony to leave him here, he’s already in an insurmountable amount of pain and he doesn’t think he can survive anymore if the man with the bat comes back.

He won’t argue with Tony ever again. He’d be willing to promise anything if he could form words around the stabbing pain and shattered bones of his jaw.

“W’nna go h’me. W’th you. Pl’se. Don’t l’ve me.”

“I’m taking you home, I promise,” Tony says, never taking his eyes away from Peter’s. He’s strong and steady in a way that Peter definitely isn’t right now. It’s reassuring. “I just don’t want to risk flying and irritating that nasty looking jaw of yours, buddy. You’re not bleeding out so we’re safe to just wait here, you’re fine. Brucie and the medics will be here soon and we’ll be home before you know it.”

“‘M’st’r St’rk.”

“I’m here. You’re okay,” Tony murmurs and Peter lets the gentle tone wash over him, settling over his ragged and aching body, soothing like a balm.

He reaches a hand out to tangle it in the stiff fabric of Tony’s suit jacket sleeve. It’s not the softened cotton of his lab outfits that Peter is so used to but it will do. It’s enough.

Tony leans over and as gently as he can, lowers Peter down so his head is resting in his lap. “Get comfy down there for a minute, Pete. Won’t be long ‘til we’re out of this dump.”

Peter nods weakly. Now that Tony’s here, this dump isn’t nearly half as bad as it was only half an hour ago. Home sounds good though. He’d kill for a warm bed and some painkillers. Maybe he can even bribe Tony to keep this from May for a day or two so he can avoid being violently chewed out for lying to her about his and Ned’s physics project - though, he’s sure there’s a very slim chance of convincing him of that. He and May are a formidable force when combined.

Hands find his shoulders and they rub slowly at the tenseness there and the back of his neck with the sort of tenderness that only comes out when Peter’s upset or in a considerable amount of pain. Right now probably counts as both.

Peter doesn’t want to talk anymore, doesn’t want to risk aggravating his broken bones further now that Tony’s comfort is giving him something to focus on rather than the never-ending pain. He just wants to lie here and listen to him talk until it’s time to go home.

“Gotta tell you, kid, you gave me a hell of a scare. Your vitals went all wonky. I couldn’t get the baby monitor footage without your mask on but I could still track you. I owe the Secretary of State another meeting since I crashed out of our last one. Maybe I’ll drag you out there with me to get you back for this little stunt, huh? It’ll bore you to death, that’s a promise,” Tony chuckles. There’s no malice to his words, and Peter lets himself relax further back against him.

He was stupid, but it’s okay because Tony is here and Tony is looking after him.

Tony won’t let anyone hurt him anymore.

—

When Peter can talk properly and form full sentences again two days later, after bone reconstruction surgery and lots of help from his accelerated healing, the first words out of his mouth, in true Peter Parker fashion, are, “I’m so, so sorry, Mister Stark.”

Tony shushes him almost immediately. “Nuh-uh, none of that. God, you’re a stupidly self-sacrificing kid, have I ever told you that?”

“Maybe once or twice.”

“You’re lucky I love you then, huh, bud?”

“Mmm. Guess I am.”

“If you ever pull something like this again, I might have to reconsider.”

“Nah, you won’t.”

Tony’s silent for a moment. “Yeah, you got me there. I won’t.”

#ask #anon #irondad #irondad fic #my writing

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thatgirlonstage · 6 years

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Podcast Challenge 18/4/18

There is a lot today because I stayed home sick from work and I started getting a headache whenever my eyes were open for too long so I ended up just lying on my bed binging podcasts. Mostly Bright Sessions. I want to catch up with Bright Sessions since that actually seems like, in reach lol unlike MBMBAM. Underneath the cut because there is a LOT (although I chipped away at that monster too)

Bolded means I listened to an episode today. Strikethrough means I’m all caught up and waiting for the next episode :)

Podcast: My Brother, My Brother, and Me

Episode: 128: Y Tu Hermano Tambien

Time: 1hr 3 min, 140% of goal

Commentary:

Petition to replace statues of racists with bronze statues of Travis McElroy reclining like Cleopatra

Episode: 129: Krumping Across America

Time: 48 min, 107% of goal

Commentary:

That first question about the Craiglist girlfriend, the one who wanted to have sex with a virgin man, that was just... that was so much, man, you can’t start with that, there’s nowhere to go from there.

Episode: 130: Holy Terror

Time: 49 min, 109% of goal

Commentary:

My ex boyfriend actually did have some kind of olfactory issue - it wasn’t that he couldn’t smell ANYTHING, I don’t think, I’m pretty sure his nose was just like extremely desensitized. The only time it had any kind of consequence was when another friend of ours accidentally forgot some boxed restaurant leftovers in his car and he didn’t notice for like two weeks until someone else got in the car and noticed the stench.

Podcast: The Flop House

Episode: #31 - Swing Vote

Time: 59 min, 131% of goal

Commentary:

That Mystery Team thing actually sounds like a fun concept, although why did they say “they have to solve a murder” like that’s not a thing that Nancy Drew/The Hardy Boys ever did like there wasn’t a ton of guts and gore but there were very much dead people in those stories

Episode: Movie Minute #20 - Pool Cleaning

Time: 3 min, 7% of goal

Commentary:

You know I meant to watch Benjamin Button and just never got around to it

Podcast: Shmanners

Episode: Travel: Boats and Planes

Time: 49 min, 109% of goal

Commentary:

I have been on too many planes I find nothing magical about it anymore. I’m sorry, Travis, I appreciate your optimism and the joy you find in life but I’ve flown a minimum of once every six months since I was three months old and I really can’t summon up awe for it anymore.

I really thought they weren’t going to talk about going through security and I was ready to riot because I could do an entire forty-minute episode of my own just ranting about the IDIOTS I’ve encountered who have no idea how to go through security and take like five years figuring it out

Episode: Travel: Trains and Automobiles

Time: 47 min, 104% of goal

Commentary:

Shmanners: drivers ed edition

“There’s no c [in Shmanners]” but there SHOULD BE THOUGH Lemony Snicket taught me this in The Wide Window when I was seven the prefix is “schm” and it honestly really bothers me that they got this wrong

Podcast: The Bright Sessions

Episode: S3E4: Patient #13-A-3 (Chloe)

Time: 25 min, 56% of goal

Commentary:

We finally meet Frank! His voice is not what I was expecting - I think I imagined him sounding older? - but I like it! And Saaaaaaaam I was wondering why Chloe ran out of the room like that

Episode: S3E5: Sam, September 13th

Time: 26 min, 58% of goal

Commentary:

Sam lists all of the questions I want to know the answers to. Also I really enjoy that we get Sam and Joan more as equals and friends now, I really like this dynamic between them.

Episode: S3E6: Caleb, 9/16

Time: 4 min, 9% of goal

Commentary:

That was TOOTH ROTTING I love it

Episode: S3E7: Friday, 9/23/16

Time: 24 min, 53% of goal

Commentary:

So we can agree that the entire AM should be burnt to the ground except Officer Decker, yes? Yes.

Ooooooh new character, “Rose”

There should definitely be a Danny Phantom crossover where we fuse the AM and the GIW. I do really appreciate that we get to SEE the “evil scary government agent that does experiments on people” from the perspective of some of the people who work there who AREN’T mad scientists, see how they justify it and willingly blind themselves to the moral issues

Shoutout to Sarah for being the real MVP

“My nephew Adam” OH FUCK NO FUCK FUCK FUCK

Episode: S3E8: friday, studio time w/ the gang

Time: 23 min, 51% of goal

Commentary:

Me this entire episode: PROTECT THEM

Hmm so they’ve brought up the Intrusion episode twice, I thought it was like a non-canonical crossover thing but it seem like maybe they’re actually making a thing of it?

Episode: S3E9: Damien, September

Time: 20 min, 44% of goal

Commentary:

Mark yelling at Damien was WILDLY cathartic

Episode: S3E10: September 24th, 2016

Time: 37 min, 82% of goal

Commentary:

I JUST WANT MARK TO GET HOME AND BE OKAY

Also lol @ Caleb just trying to handle his sex life while everything else is turning into a Bournian government conspiracy around him

Episode: S3E11: Frank

Time: 38 min, 84% of goal

Commentary:

That was... a lot. I sort of guessed at most of it but it was... a lot.

Episode: S3E12: September 30th, 2016

Time: 10 min, 22% of goal

Commentary:

I suppose I ought to feel a little bad for Damien, but I REALLY don’t. Careful what you fucking wish for, you hypocritical douchebag

Episode: S3E13: Patient #13-A-3 (Chloe)

Time: 22 min, 49% of goal

Commentary:

Mark is such a sweet innocent bean and any attempt to make the AM morally grey is belied by the fact that they, without any cause, kidnapped him, locked him in a basement, and experimented on him for years

Episode: S3E14: sunday, after my session

Time: 5 min, 11% of goal

Commentary:

“You’re the struggling artist and I’m the wealthy old lady patron.” Chloe still isn’t my favorite character but I LOVE her and Sam’s friendship so much

Episode: S3E15: Patient #11-A-7 (Caleb)

Time: 26 min, 58% of goal

Commentary:

Caleb: Okay can we stop talking about my sex life and CONCENTRATE ON THE EVIL GOVERNMENT AGENCY THAT KIDNAPS PEOPLE

What is going to happen to him though because I do NOT like where this foreshadowing is going

Episode: S3E16: Patient #14-A-8 (Rose)

Time: 30 min, 67% of goal

Commentary:

Rose is super cute! Also, oh man, Mark, I just want to give Mark a hug, man.

Episode: S3E17: Telephone 2

Time: 22 min, 49% of goal

Commentary:

Oh yes hearing Wadsworth get her comeuppance by having Adam confront her was AWESOME

Episode: S3E18: Safe House Part I

Time: 24 min, 53% of goal

Commentary:

“I beat you once in 1998″ peak sibling right there

Frank WHY

Episode: S3E19: Safe House Part II

Time: 55 min, 122% of goal

Commentary:

Caleb, oh honey, oh, no

I just want all of them to be safe and okay GOD. I mean, Damien can die in a hole, but I don’t want Caleb to have KILLED him, he can die in a hole of natural causes. Chloe is not my favorite character but oh hell yes her last bit in this episode was EVERYTHING to me

Total Listening: 11hr 49 min, 1576% of goal

Ahahahaha like I said, literally all I did today was zone out and listen to podcasts

Ah well, no one on this website has a right to judge me for binging anything

#tal listens #mbmbam #the flop house #shmanners #the bright sessions

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omgstephanierochelle · 6 years

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Happy Thursday everybody! I hope your day is going well. I’m in my last week of work before Band Camp starts.

Yes. Band Camp.

Anyway, you clicked on this title because you want to learn about my tattoos. So lets talk about them! I’ll tell you how much it hurt, how they compare to others, and fun stories about my experiences!

If you’d rather watch my video on this topic, click here!

Fun Fact: I have 7 tattoos from 7 artists, from 6 different shops.

-Stars on my hip-

No picture for this one unfortunately. Sorry!

This was my first tattoo ever, so we are going to start with this one! It is five purple stars in a curve on the front of my hip, and its about the size of my palm. I got it the week I turned 18 as a birthday present from my mom. I didn’t know what I wanted to get tattooed, but then I wanted stars. I was obsessed with them at the time, I doodled them on EVERYTHING.

The pain level for this tattoo wasn’t bad. The outline stung, but the coloring felt more like pressure. The only other pain I felt was my FRESH belly button piercing the artist kept rubbing up against with his arm… but hey, I figured that was going to happen.

My dad was under the impression that this was going to be smaller than what it is. When I got home that night (I lived with my dad at the time), he wasn’t very happy with me. But the damage was already done. … sorry Dad!

-Whales-

My second tattoo! My “tramp stamp.” I got this one done the week after I turned 20.

I don’t know if this is the second or third most painful tattoo I’ve had, but it definitely has the best scariest story.

Because of its location (right side of my lower back) I had to lean an awkward way for the artist. He started with the outline (obvi) which is a smaller amount of grouped needles. For me, going over fatty areas hurt MUCH worse than going over boney areas. Well, the artist started in a fatty area. That pain, combined with the awkard way I was leaning caused me to hold my breath…. and pass out…. falling over backward… on top of the tattoo artist.

Luckily, he caught me and didn’t accidentally stick me, but it was pretty wild. The tattoo ended up AMAZING.

-Simba-

I was close to my 22nd birthday for this tattoo. I have always been a lover of The Lion King, and I’m a Leo, so getting Simba tattooed seemed right. Below it has the quote “Remember who you are.”

This tattoo came at a time where I was struggling with my identity, personal and sexuality. I wanted this tattoo as a reminder to always stay true to myself and my intentions. When I decided to get this tattoo, I wanted to add Simbas mane later on in life when I felt like I had everything under control and settled into adulthood. In the movie, Rafiki adds Simbas mane to the picture on the tree after discovering Simba was still alive (spoiler! But if you haven’t seen Lion King by now, what are you doing with your life). I will be adding the mane soon, as well as a MUCH NEEDED color touch up.

I got this tattoo at a friends house during a UFC party. Don’t worry, the artist was legit, everything was safe. But it’s still a fun story!

Pain wasn’t too crazy. I do wish I had gotten the letters a bit larger, they’ve run together a tad.

-Mickey Mouse Pumpkin-

This is the second Disney tattoo, as well as the second tattoo I got for my mom!

This one has a few meanings. This is the Mickey Mouse Pumpkin head Disney has on Main Street during Halloween, just without the face. I love Halloween, I love Disney. How is my mom included? Well, she has called me “Pumpkin” since before I can remember. This tattoo is a three-fer!

The pain on this tattoo was CRAZY. The whale tattoo and this one are in the same area on the pain scale. RIBS HURT OKAY. And the artist was very heavy handed. That sucked.

– T rex Skull-

I have a tattoo on my ribs, I can handle an inner bicep tattoo.

HA. You thunk.

MOST PAINFUL TATTOO. This one wins most painful tattoo I have yet. What instilled me to put it on the inside of my arm, I have no clue. But it’s totally worth it, and it makes people give me squeamish looks because of the location, and then they are wow’d because ITS A DINOSAUR. Who isn’t wow’d by dinosaur tattoos? Boring people thats who

This baby was so painful, the artist put some numbing spray on it about 2/3rds of the way through. My body couldn’t take much more, but we had to get the tattoo done. Instead of spraying this lovley solution on my arm, he poured it. Best. Relief. Ever.

-3 eyed cat and shark-

This is two different tattoos but because they are so close together we are going to round them into the same section. These are both Friday 13th tattoos, and I LOVE THEM.

I got the cat first, and I was REALLY hesitant on putting it on my wrist. So far, all but one of my tattoos have been on my abdomen. This was the first real extremity tattoo.

It didn’t hurt too bad, but it did sting. The inside of your wrist is a tender area, I’m honestly surprised it didn’t hurt more than it did.

The shark, on the other hand, hurt less than the cat. The tip of the fins hurt a bit, but the rest just felt like pressure. I will eventually put more Friday 13th tattoos around my wrist, copying my wife’s Friday 13th tattoo bracelet. Thanks babe for letting me copy you!

I would LOVE to see your tattoos! Link me your instas or twitters!

Thank you all for reading, I will see you all next time!

All About ALL of My Tattoos Happy Thursday everybody! I hope your day is going well. I'm in my last week of work before Band Camp starts.

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sapphic-sapphire-seductress · 6 years

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the answers to all the questions

1: Name: Katya 2: Age: 19yrs old [almost 20] 3: 3 Fears: jump scares, that’s about it 4: 3 things I love: My cat, Music, Math 5: 4 turn-ons: brutality, intelligence, gentleness, independency 6: 4 turn-offs: being an asshole, huge ego, whiny bitch, failure at sexy talk 7: My best friend: My cat. And Kimmy 8: Sexual orientation: BIsexual 9: My best first date: smoked weed, watched Star Trek, stayed up the entire night, even up until going to class the following day. 10: How tall: 5’4” 11: What/Who do I miss?: My cat, because he’s in the other room. 12: What time was I born?: 17:29 13: Favourite colour: Black. Or Blood Red. Or Chartreuse. Or anything that’s not Blue. 14: Do I have a crush?: yes. 15: Favourite quote: The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever…. Jacques Yves-Cousteau 16: Favourite place: The beach 17: Favourite food: Spaghetti. Pasta in general really. 18: Do I use sarcasm?: neeeeveeeerrrr {all the time} 19: What am I listening to right now?: a collection of arias all being sung by Maria Callas – currently on ‘O rendetemi la speme... Qui la voce’ from I puritani. 20: First thing I notice in a new person: Their talking patterns. 21: Shoe size: 7/8? 22: Eye colour: Poop coloured (Brown) 23: Hair colour: Black, and blonde-ish, and some purple, and maybe some red left? 24: Favourite style of clothing: Female office wear. Dresses, Slacks, and Pencil Skirts. 25: Ever done a prank call?: Absolutely not. 26: What’s your most extreme sexual fantasy?: Fucking in a library. 27: Meaning behind my URL: I’m pretty fucking gay – sapphire is adorable in Steven Universe and “Sapphic Sapphire” just sounds really fucking cool – I am apparently able to capture the male gaze in a spell-like manner. 28: Favourite movie: The Lego Movie. 29: Favourite song: There are so fucking many I have no clue. 30: Favourite band: I do not have one. 31: How I feel right now: Stoneeeedddd. And Hungry. 32: Someone I love: My Cat. 33: My current relationship status: Standing on my own in the middle of a party xD 34: My relationship with my parents: Pretty solid. 35: Favourite holiday: Friday the 13th. But if you’re going to say that’s not a viable option, then Halloween. 36: Tattoos and piercings I have: Pi Symbol on my wrist, and a Star Trek tattoo on the back of my left shoulder. Then earrings. 37: Tattoos and piercings I want: Many more tattoos – underboob, spine, thigh, ribcage – nose piercing. 38: The reason I joined Tumblr: It sounded like my kind of place. 39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?: Nopeeee. 40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night” texts?: eh, sometimes. Depends on who I’ve been talking to. 41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?: No I have not. 42: When did I last hold hands?: Recently. 43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? 2mins. Unless I’m doing my makeup, then at least 3 hours xD 44: Have you shaved your legs in the past three days?: ABSOLUTELY NOT. 45: Where am I right now?: Laying on the floor. 46: If I were drunk and can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?: Me, Myself, and I, bitch. 47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?: reasonable level. 48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?: Only part of the time. 49: Am I excited for anything?: seeing the Book of Mormon in a couple months. 50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?: yes I do. 51: How often do I wear a fake smile?: looool 52: When was the last time I hugged someone?: like 10mins ago. 53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?: eh. 54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?: not really. 55: What is something I disliked about today?: Classes. 56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?: Dita Von Teese 57: What do I think about most?: My cat. 58: What’s my strangest talent?: Being able to finish a big mac in two/three bites. 59: Do I have any strange phobias?: Nah. 60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?: Nowhere near it. 61: What was the last lie I told?: “I don’t have any homework to be doing right now” 62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?: Video Chatting. 63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?: BISH YES. 64: Do I believe in magic?: MATH AND SCIENCE ARE MAGIC. 65: Do I believe in luck?: I guess. 66: What’s the weather like right now?: cozy. 67: What was the last book I’ve read?: The World’s Greatest Love Letters 68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?: no 69: Do I have any nicknames?: angel, kat, kitty, kitkat, ketchup, kat-yuh, pika, Pikachu, some more random ones that I can’t think of. 70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?: I sprained my ankle pretty bad and was on crutches for a couple months? Or maybe it was the dog bite? I don’t think the dog bite was that bad, I just got like 27stitches in my lip and all was good. 71: Do I spend money or save it?: I try my best to save it; in order to spend it on high quality expensive things. 72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue?: barely. 73: Is there anything pink within 10 ft. from me?: yessss. A yarn spiderweb that I made 74: Favourite animal?: any type of puddy cat 75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?: Sleeping biatch. 76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?: Morningstar. Lucifer Morningstar. 77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?: Fallin’ by Iration. Honey Bee by Blake Shelton 78: How can you win my heart?: food. 79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?: she went out with a bang. 80: What is my favorite word?: Exequies 81: My top 5 blogs on Tumblr: @missmayimurderyou @im-rapemeat @sweartrek @dennys @nerdery-and-nudity 82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?: I’m sorry 83: Do I have any relatives in jail?: Yes. My Uncle. 84: What superpower would I have?: Talking to animals. 85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?: Are you okay? 86: What is my current desktop picture?: A picture of me smiling and holding my cat. 87: Had sex?: yee yee 88: Bought condoms?: yup. 89: Gotten pregnant?: respectfully decline to answer. 90: Failed a class?: All the time. 91: Kissed a boy?: yup 92: Kissed a girl?: yes indeed. 93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?: I do not think so? 94: Had job?: Yes I have. 95: Left the house without my wallet?: Many times, I don’t need to take it everywhere with me. 96: Bullied someone on the internet?: never. 97: Had sex in public?: yes indeed. 98: Played on a sports team?: yea. 99: Smoked weed?: Doing that right now. 100: Did drugs?: Nothing other than weed, or prescribed medicine. 101: Smoked cigarettes?: absolutely not. 102: Drank alcohol?: Yes indeed. 103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?: Vegetarian. 104: Been overweight?: Nope. 105: Been underweight?: Yes. 106: Been to a wedding?: Yup. 107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?: Possibly. I have definitely skyped, but I don’t really use the computer that much while doing that. Oh wait – I’ve definitely stayed up all night watching South Park many times before. 108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?: Yes definitely. 109: Been outside my home country?: Yes indeed 110: Gotten my heart broken?: Mhm. 111: Been to a professional sports game?: yes I have. 112: Broken a bone?: Never 113: Cut myself?: Nope. 114: Been to prom?: Not really – my high school didn’t have dances. 115: Been in airplane?: Yes, many times. 116: Fly by helicopter?: yup. 117: What concerts have I been to?: Tool, 30 Seconds to Mars, Dierks Bentley, Randy Houser, Carrie Underwood, GRiZ, Steve Aoki, Evanescence, and I think(?) that is everyone. 118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?: Duh. 119: Learned another language?: Yes, French. 120: Wore make up?: Yup. 121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?: Shhhh, don’t tell on me 122: Had oral sex?: Yes. 123: Dyed my hair?: Duh. 124: Voted in a presidential election?: Nope. 125: Rode in an ambulance?: No. 126: Had a surgery?: I mean, I got my lip stitched up from a dog bite, does that count? 127: Met someone famous?: Yes. Broadway actors. 128: Stalked someone on a social network?: Yes. 129: Peed outside?: Nope. 130: Been fishing?: nope. 131: Helped with charity?: yes. 132: Been rejected by a crush?: no 133: Broken a mirror?: no 134: What do I want for birthday?: a new tattoo 135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names?: None. 136: Was I named after anyone?: No. 137: Do I like my handwriting?: Yee boi. 138: What was my favourite toy as a child?: My ocean books. 139: Favourite TV Show?: Star Trek, or Comedy Bang Bang. 140: Where do I want to live when older?: New Zealand. Or Europe. 141: Play any musical instrument?: Multiple. 142: One of my scars, how did I get it?: Bit by my aunt’s dog. 143: Favourite pizza toping?: Pineapple 144: Am I afraid of the dark?: nope. 145: Am I afraid of heights?: nah 146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?: no. 147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?: lol all the time 148: What I’m really bad at: meeting new people 149: What my greatest achievements are: Singing. 150: What I’d do if I won the lottery: Cry.

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