#starker: high school

[definitelynottony]

(High school AU: Tony is a senior, Peter is a freshman in Tony's advanced mathematics class.)

Teacher:"In this equation, what comes after 69?"

Tony:(looking directly at Peter) "Mouthwash"

Peter:😳

Teacher:"Stark! Get out of my class!"

#inspired by some old post I rb #I think I'm going to do a highschool au or a teach/student au #probably a one shot #we'll see #starker #tnpt #incorrect starker quotes #starker high school au

[starker-sorbet]

Peter flirting with and seducing his favourite teacher Mr Stark

@starkerfestivals Extended AUpril: Education card below

#starker #education #teacher/student au #high school au #student peter #teacher tony #SFAUpril24 #StarkerFestivalsEvents #moodboard #my moodboard #gifs

[babybatscreationsv2]

The Kissing Booth

Marvel | Peter/Tony/Steve/Bucky

Peter decides to host a kissing booth to raise money for Decathlon, but he definitely wasn't expecting to be so popular.

Rating: Teen

Peter stuffed his hands in his pockets, he cocked his hip to one side, and he prayed that he looked as cool as the actor he'd seen on the cover of GQ. Most people passed by the booth while visibly refusing to look his way. Others walked by and giggled at the idea of paying to kiss a random teenager. A woman even stopped to ask if he were old enough to be doing a thing like that and seemed only more appalled when he confirmed that he was eighteen.

The only kiss his kissing booth had gotten him so far was one from a cheerleader with bouncy blonde hair. He was pretty confident she'd only done it to tease him, but her lips were soft and covered in strawberry lip gloss so he wasn't complaining. Plus that was two dollars in the decathlon team’s nationals fund and they were getting a little desperate. Peter just hoped that Flash's cookie stand farther back into the fairground was doing better. He'd never been good at baking so he'd opted out. Now MJ stood behind him, playing the scowling chaperone to discourage unwanted tonguing. The school wouldn't approve the booth unless he agreed to keep the kissing innocent. "As if you're kissing your own mother," the principal said and then blanched when he realized that Peter didn't have one.

"How long do we stand here before we decide we've humiliated ourselves?" MJ asked.

"I'm not sure how this is a 'we' situation," Peter said. His eyes scanned over the crowd. Maybe he could get a pitty kiss if he could make eye contact with the right person.

MJ scoffed. "Because I believed in your stupid kissing booth idea. Not that you're not pretty, we're just living in the wrong decade."

"Nah, I think everyone's just shy. Maybe you should come show them how it's done to break the ice."

"Pass." MJ went back to her chair and sat down. Peter laughed quietly. If they could just make a few more bucks, he'd call it a success. He hadn't been expecting to fund the whole trip this way, but he at least thought he could lure in a few pranksters looking to peer pressure their friends into it.

He stared out at the crowd and caught sight of Tony Stark entering the fair along with his gang. They were already laughing and goofing off. Perfect targets. Peter licked his lips shiny and leaned against the side of the booth. He sent what he hoped was a flirty look in their direction. If he couldn't score a kiss from the biggest man whore in school, then he was a failure for sure.

His heart skipped a beat when Tony's eyes met his. The other boy grinned as he took in the booth. He elbowed his friends and the whole group came walking over.

"What do we have here?" Steve Rogers asked. Peter blushed as he looked between him and Tony. Then he spotted Bucky in the back. Three of the hottest guys ever were standing in front of him and sure they were probably about to make fun of him before running off to play, but the idea that they were standing at his kissing booth made his palms sweat.

"Kissing booth," Peter declared, trying to find his confidence when internally he was shaking. "I'm raising money for our nationals trip."

"You guys made it to nationals?" Steve whistled, impressed.

"Is it that surprising with Peter on the team?" Tony added.

Peter blushed. He couldn't tell if they were making fun of him or not, but they sounded so genuine. He cleared his throat. "Two bucks for a kiss if you guys are interested in showing your support."

Tony and Steve looked at each other and they looked at their friends. They all smiled and shrugged their shoulders. Peter wished he knew what secret they were all in on as Steve pulled out his wallet and took out a five dollar bill.

"Two seems a little low don't you think?" He grinned. Peter rubbed his sweaty palms against his thighs. Were they really doing this?

MJ jumped up to take her spot beside him. He grabbed the cash and dropped it into the collection box. "Chaste kisses only, people! No tongues!" she declared.

Peter leaned over the booth, eyes on Steve's handsome smile. He half expected the boy to smash a pie in his face, but instead he got gentle lips pressed against his own for 3- 4- 5 lingering seconds. When he pulled away, Peter's breath went with him. He blinked away the shock as Steve moved out of the way for the next boy in line.

Bucky Barnes slammed his cash down on the table top. "Keep the change, Jones," he announced as he pushed a ten dollar bill her way. He grabbed Peter by the collar, but he didn't break the rules when he pressed their lips together.

Peter wasn't sure what insane reality he'd fallen into where half the football team was willingly kissing him, and paying for it at that, but he never wanted to leave.

Bucky was followed by Rhodey, Sam, and Bruce who all over paid in fives and tens. Then finally there was Tony. Peter couldn't even pretend he hadn't been waiting for him. By the look on the boy's face he knew it, too.

"Got one left for me?" he asked. He was so suave as he leaned on his hands against the table.

Peter nodded, feeling breathless. He swallowed. "Always for you, Tony." Peter blushed as the words escaped, but Tony's laugh was fond.

Peter leaned across the booth to meet him. It was only a soft little kiss, but it made his whole body shiver down to his toes. Seconds passed, he held back in the impulse to moan, to part his lips, to ask for more. MJ cleared her throat and finally they separated.

When Tony stepped back, Peter realized that they had gathered quite the crowd. A long line was forming as everyone wanted to imitate the school's coolest seniors and get a kiss from Peter. Tony looked over his shoulder and smirked.

"Opps," he said with a laugh. "I'm not sure your mouth will survive that line."

Peter laughed with him. "At least we'll get to take our trip."

"How about this," Tony leaned over the booth to speak quietly. Peter's heart skipped at the intimacy of it. "How much for you to close the booth and come on a date with me instead?"

"I uh-" Peter felt his head spin for a second. His palms pressed against the table stop for stability. "Well, I don't know how much Flash made at his booth so I don't know exactly-"

"No problem. Have Mr. Harrington call my dad. He'll send a check."

"Are you sure?"

Tony offered Peter his arm. "Come on. I'll buy you a funnel cake."

Heart fluttering, Peter walked around the booth and took Tony's arm.

"Hey!" Steve cut in. "That's cheating, Tony."

"What?" the boy smirked. "It's not like I'm kidnapping him."

Bucky scowled behind Steve. "Not all of us can afford to buy the booth out, dickhead."

Tony shrugged. "Some of us are born winners, Barnes."

Peter gasped as Steve shoved him and he fell back against the booth. He backed out of the way as he processed what he was seeing. Tony and Steve, absolute best of friends since the sixth grade, were fighting over him. Meanwhile Bucky stood smirking while he held back Rhodey and the other boys looked unsure of who's side to be on.

"Stop it!" Peter screamed. He jumped into the fight, barely avoiding catching Steve's elbow in his ribs as he pushed his way into the middle. Bucky grabbed Steve and pulled him away before Peter could get hurt leaving Tony grinning as he leaned against the booth.

"Let's just all go," Peter suggested before Tony could say anything else to start more fighting.

"I think that's a great idea, Pete," Bucky agreed. He threw his arm around Peter's shoulders and steered him away from the booth. "Unless you jackasses are still measuring up?"

Steve huffed, but his eye roll was friend when Tony bumped his shoulder on the way past. He offered Peter his arm again and he took it with Bucky's arm still on his shoulder.

They walked through the fair in a row of four with the other boys following behind. Peter was anxious after the fight, but he noticed Steve slip his hand into Bucky's back pocket as they walked along and an idea came into his head. Maybe they could all do more than enjoy the fair. But maybe all of this kissing was making him over confident.

They stopped at the basketball hoops and Tony paid the carny. Peter laughed as his own ball hit the edge of the hoop and went flying into the net. They each got two tries and by the end of it, it was Bucky who handed Peter a chubby blue teddy bear that was half his size while Tony and Steve walked away with pocket sized plushies.

"Just for you, gorgeous." Bucky was smug as he handed the toy over. Peter grinned as he squeezed it in his arms. He was undeniably delighted even if he did feel a little bad watching Steve stuff his toy into his pocket while Tony handed his to a passing toddler.

"Don't worry about them," Bucky slung his arm over Peter's shoulder. The other two walked a few paces ahead as they shook off their embarrassment. "They have to learn to quit their bullshit sooner or later."

"I can't believe they're fighting over me."

"They'll get over it. They always do."

Peter looked at him. "Or are you just trying to steal me away for yourself?"

Bucky stopped them in the middle of the walkway. He put his hand gently under Peter's chin, staring deep into his eyes. Peter swallowed.

"Do you want me to?"

"I..." He blinked fog in his brain. "I was kinda hoping... well I was thinking..." He chewed his lip. Bucky waited for him to continue. "Well, you and Steve seem to be... and you know what people say about Tony... I thought..."

Bucky grinned. "It's okay, kitten. Tell me what's on your mind."

"What if I didn't have to choose? Maybe we could all just..." Peter blushed. "I just think we could all have a lot more fun if no one was fighting."

"I think you're as smart as you are pretty." Bucky leaned a little closer. He kissed him again, almost as innocently as he had before. Almost.

"What the hell are you doing back here?" Tony startled them both out of their little moment. Him and Steve stood in front of them now, but Peter couldn't tell exactly what they were thinking. They didn't look angry... Maybe this would be easier than he thought.

"Hey Stevie, that's our ride," Bucky said. He gestured down the path at the flying saucer ride before giving Peter a look.

"Oh, I don't like that one," he said. "You two should go. Me and Tony will wait by the duck pond."

"Perfect!" Bucky unwrapped himself from Peter and slung his arm over Steve's shoulders instead. Peter heard Steve protest, but he stopped quickly at something Bucky whispered to him.

Tony looked pleased as the two of them disappeared. "Just us then." He offered Peter his hand and they started to walk once again down the trodden dirt road.

Peter rolled the idea around in his head unsure of how to bring it up. Eventually he decided the best thing to do was to figure out how all of this even got started. "So what was all of that back at the booth?" he asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You got all of your friends to kiss me so you could take me on a date? And then that fight with Steve?"

Tony laughed. "Yeah alright... Me and Steve weren't sure which of us you're always staring at. We're always together, ya know? I made him go first so I didn't make a fool of myself, but then I saw how you looked at me even after all of that." He stopped abruptly. "I'm not crazy, right? You wanted to come with me."

"Yeah, of course. I'm so happy that you asked me. But I'm really happy that we're all here together."

Tony sighed. "I really like you, Peter."

"I like you too. And Steve and Bucky. And I mean... you guys are best friends. You share everything anyway..."

Tony looked at him for a moment. Then he smiled. "That's not the worst idea I've ever heard..."

"I'm pretty smart, remember? I do decathlon." He gave him a playful smile.

Tony pulled him in closer. "And they would be nothing without you."

They waited by the exit of the flying saucer ride. Tony's hand had slipped into his back pocket and Peter definitely wasn't complaining. When he spotted Steve and Bucky coming out, Steve's cheeks looked a little pink and the color only deepened as they reached the exit.

"You guys talked?" Bucky asked.

Peter grinned. "We sure did. How uh... your talk go?"

"Are you sure about this, Peter? You don't have to be afraid to play favorites. It's okay to just choose one of us," Steve said.

Peter stepped away from Tony to give Steve a soft kiss. "I want this. I don't want to choose and it looks like I don't have to."

Steve's face slowly shifted from a bewildered daze to an excited smile. "If you're sure."

"Definitely sure." Peter handed his teddy bear to Bucky. Then he hooked his arm through Steve's and pulled him along to hook his other arm in Tony's. He looked at Bucky who took his place with an arm around Steve and the bear under the other. "I think the Ferris wheel has room for four."

#marvel #starker #winterspider #high school au #fluff

[starkermoods]

High School AU (againnn… I really can’t get enough of these) Tony sleeps over at Peters house for the first time and it’s their first sleepover as a couple

#starker #starker moodboard #tony x peter #peter parker #tony stark #same age au #same age starker #high school #high school au #ironspider #sleepover #cuddles

[pretty-bratty]

Gossip Girl AU

Spotted: Peter P. with the new science teacher, aka everyone's new crush. Are you going to make P stay after class and teach him a lesson, Mr. Stark?

xoxo, GOSSIP GIRL

or the Gossip Girl AU for @starkerfestivals Extended AUpril card 'Education' (card below)

#starker #starker moodboard #starkerfestivalsevents #sfaupril24 #tnpt #high school au #teacher/student au #peter parker x tony stark #moodboard #tony stark x peter parker #tony stark/peter parker #peter parker/tony stark #peter parker #tony stark #gossip girl au #starker edits #starker au #ironspider

[professional-benaddict]

prof. tony and college student peter. kind of a angsty thought i have. peter switches colleges due to his complaints with the university's faculty and the standards that the uni has. the only one making his academic life/stay in the uni better is his prof. a.k.a tony stark.

his aunt may spoke for him, and forced him to switch. he didn't want to switch uni's regardless of his complaints. even if he lost his friends mj and ned, prof. stark made it all better. because, he was there when he needed a saviour. prof. stark broke the norms of what a prof. should be. he checks up on peter, make's sure he is okay, and so much more, he was there when NOBODY could be. as much as he loves his aunt may and uncle ben, no one can replace the love him and his prof. have. -🪐

(having a fave prof. and switching schools is hard it's either you leave and the prof. stays. or the prof. leaves or you stay. or both of you just never cross paths again D: missing my fave prof. rn </3)

BABE YOURE HURTING ME TONIGHT😭😭😭😭💗💗💗💗💗

#makes me think of high school and the two most amazing teachers i had there🥺🥺🥺💗💗💗 #starker #tony stark x peter parker #ask

[lanyakea-universe]

Starker : High school AU - Bad Boy Tony - Protective uncle Ben

What about Uncle Ben who can't stand the new company of his precious nephew?

Peter has always been a sweet and irreproachable boy. But ever since Tony Stark moved into the neighborhood with his family, ever since that damn kid started sharing classes with Peter, well...

Peter hasn't been the same since. Uncle Ben sees it.

He misses school, he comes home late, he smells like cigarettes, he talks back...

Tony is changing Peter. That's what was happening. Although May was not a fan of their nephew's behavior either, she still considered Tony to be charming, and she affirmed they had nothing to fear from him. But Ben just can't stand that brat's insufferable little smirk. He can't stand to see Tony's arm wrapped around Peter's waist, or to see his boy leaving Tony's car every day as they're parked in front of the building...

The war becomes official when Ben returns home one day, and catches Anthony Stark humping Peter on the couch of his goddamn house.

#starker #tony stark/peter parker #tony stark x peter parker #tony x peter #peter parker #tony stark #uncle ben #ben parker #benjamin parker #high school au #young tony stark #bad boy tony stark

[sunset-starker]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Pepper Potts, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones Additional Tags: high school sweethearts, Starker, High School AU, tony is a senior, Peter is a junior, peter is dense, he has no idea tony is into him, Tony is Smitten, probably gonna be lots of fluff, Awkward Peter, charming and slightly awkward tony, Peter is 17, Tony is 18 Summary:

Peter hasn’t had much luck in the dating department, and his friends are tired of seeing him hurt, so they’ve become like his own personal guard dogs. Tony has admired Peter for almost a year now, and wants to talk to the other teen, but never gets the chance because his friends are always sandwiching him between them. Finally, with help from Pepper and Rhodey, Tony is able to talk to Peter alone, and finally get to know the boy he's admired for so long.

#starker #new chapter! #yay! #high school sweethearts

[marvelstarker-mha98]

The rise of Izuku midoriya-stark Book 1: faith leads you to somewhere better

Summary: 14 years old izuku Midoriya knows that life is not fair. its always been like that since he was born quirkless.

His supporting father passed away years ago and getting bullied and discriminated against by his childhood friend, kaachan and his school.

With another tragedy of izuku strikes again, faith leads him it leads him to a different way.A better life is when Izuku meets his rich uncle (for the second time) and gets to live with him and his team-like family,

 The Avengers.

(Author’s note: This is a crossover event between MHA x MCU, Its not a izuku getting kidnapped to mcu universe story type! This is like a what if story type thing.... I guess. There will be some chapters that will be kind of based from the ultimate spiderman, avengers (mcu), avengers assemble and of course MHA. So i will try on combining all...so lets what the future has in stored.

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Prologue Chapter:  The truth behind Quirks

what are Quirks? Quirks or super abilities are mysterious phenomena that cause people around the globe to have these special powers. The first incident was in Qing Qing city, an extraordinary baby was born that radiant light then after that reports of people with abilities started to show up.

No one knew what caused it, some people say that it was their own damn government's fault for doing secret experiments. Other people say it was spread from a previously unknown virus carried by mice.

However, those true theories aren’t true and it was spread false information by a few trusted people working for the government so it won’t cause a stir and mayhem among people around the world. The real cause of these supernatural abilities or quirks was a secret war between the mutants and the race of Inhuman.

From what we gather in some reports, Mutants were humans born with the X-Gene and it was a secret population of two hundred who wanted a normal life. Inhumans were humans that were kidnapped and experimented on by aliens called kree thus becoming their own race.

A few reports from a diary on how the war started between these two special different superhumans were destroyed but from what we gather, the secret war was deadly and many died from the war. Mutants left for the war, leaving their family behind, One example from the side of the mutants, is the luminescent baby, born from a human mother who was secretly married to a mutant man.

The ones that unexpectedly have these powers all over the world were caused by a gas called terrigent Mist. We don’t know it yet since the reports were destroyed.

Since these secrets are locked up and confidential for the good of the world to never be thrown out. Before long, supernatural abilities became normal and dreams become reality. This damn world became a superhuman society with only 80% of the population with uncanny ability.

People who used their powers for good or evil. Streets with a stir with mayhem and confusion A profession of Age of Heroes and villains are born, The gods and aliens are known unexpectedly shown like the comic books from a long time ago.

What about the 20% of the population with the people with no quirk, you may ask. Well people say since some of them are being mistreated, abandoned, and discriminated against, they commit suicide, ran away for prostitution, or be experimented on.

That may be of them true, however, they were given a choice to join to become an agent of the strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division aka SHIELD. A special extra-governmental counter-terrorism and intelligence agency tasked with maintaining both national and global security or any possible threat from our plant.

A choice to become to change their life and change their special story to their own hero. My name is Nick Fury, i am not only the director of shield, but I am also the founder of the Avengers and Shield Academy

#mha #marvel #Avengers #my hero academia #starker #tony stark #ironman #peter parker #spiderman #izuku midoriya #quirkless izuku #Nick Fury #Hisashi Midoriya #Inko Midoriya #league of villains #u.a. high school #bakugou katsuki #crossover #fanfiction #fanfic #mha fanfiction #mha fanfic #mcu fanfic #mcu fanfiction #mcuship #quirkless deku #quirkless midoriya izuku

[tropetember]

Fresh Start (Highschool AU, Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Fresh Start

Prompt: Highschool AU

Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

#tropetember #media: fanfiction #fandom: the avengers #the avengers #ship: starker #starker #trope: high school au

[definitelynottony]

Starker High School AU wip

(Peter is a sophomore and Tony a senior. Peter is a somewhat new kid, too smart, too anxious, and too pent up. Tony understands him the most and knows exactly what the kid needs. BDSM, Daddy kink, underaged, angsty)

"Bad boys get punished, Pete." Tony rumbled lowly.

"...holy shit." Peter panted, out of breath. A bolt of heat shot through him, an electrical shock that left him tingling. "Fuck. Yeah, punish me then Daddy, please." Peter didn't realize he had whispered it out loud until after it was said. Until after it was too late to take it back.

... The whole time, Tony had been corralling Peter to the closest wall available. When they got close enough, Tony shoved the younger teen against it. Peter winced; more from the shock of the cool, pale toned sheetrock against his back than the force itself. Tony kept firm against him. Chest to chest, pressing Peter's arms above his head, pinning him to the wall.

"Say it again." The darker haired teen demanded in a rough whisper against Peter's ear.

"Punish me... Daddy." Peter's tongue felt heavy. The tension was heady, and the younger teen had no idea what was happening, but he never wanted it to stop.

"Fuuuck" Tony drawled out. His head dropped to the crook of Peter's neck, like the air was too thick and he needed a second to just breathe. That thought alone turned Peter on almost as much as the mouth that was licking its way to his ear.

"God." Tony huffed out, irritated. Why was he irritated? Peter was feeling amazing! "Alright, sweetheart, if we're doing this, then we need to get a couple of things outta the way first."

"Holy fuck…" Tony groaned, head back, eyes closed. He was on some cloud nine shit. "Jesus! You're so fucking good, baby. Sound like a spoiled little princess." Tony crooned, feeling that familiar bullet of heat going straight to his cock. It was honestly starting to hurt at this point, the way it strained against his jeans. "But I need you to shut up-"

"Yeah. I thought that's what we were doing?” Peter gestured down to their very noticeable situations. “Come on, I thought you were gonna punish me? Punish me! Please, Daddy." He whined like a brat because Peter Parker is a brat. A bossy brat and Tony fucking loved it.

"Bu-"

"I said shut it."

#mywritings #starker #starker au #starker wip #tnpt #starker high school au #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #starker fic

[starker-sorbet]

High school boyfriends

#starker #high school au #a-z challenge #h #same age au #young tony #boyfriends #moodboard #my moodboard

[every-aj-needs-an-angel]

I read this amazing idea and this sorta wrote itself. I hope it's everything you were hoping for @piratefishmama

"ugh. fuck," Steve groaned into his pillow. He'd never felt worse.

What the hell happened last night?

It was dark, but there was daylight trying to peek through the curtains, so it must be morning.

Wait. Curtains?

Steve didn't own curtains, and neither did Robin.

Steve tried to focus his alcohol-soaked brain on his surroundings; he was in a hotel room, that much was obvious, and there was a napkin sitting under last night's wine glass on the bedside table, but as he reached over to rescue it, Steve caught a glimpse of a ring on his finger. Weird. Steve didn't often wear jewellery, rarely ever wore rings but... ah! Vegas!

Of course! Their post-firing Vegas trip. Steve turned his head on the pillow and automatically regretted it.

"ugh. robin," Steve murmured, "Robin," he tried a bit louder. She was still ignoring him, curled up in all the blankets, sleeping peacefully when Steve was suffering. Such a blanket hog, Steve thought churlishly. "ROBIN! Ow, fuck!" Steve hid his face back in his pillow, shouting was not the way to go.

"stop yelling," the body in the blankets grouched. Because holy fuck that most definitely was not Robin! "Who the fuck is Robin?" the guy groaned, finally deigning to stick his head out of the covers.

Steve lifted his head and blinked owlishly. That was a face he most definitely did not know. Jesus Christ! Steve launched himself upright, only just realising that he was fucking starkers in bed with a complete stranger. "Who the fuck are you?"

The guy had the nerve to smirk as Steve tried and failed to cover his modesty, but at least had the decency to pretend to be removing the sleep from his eyes in order to give him a modicum of privacy.

"Eddie," he introduced with a half-wave, that stupid grin still gracing his lovely features, "wha' 'bout you, Big Boy?" Eddie asked, cheekily waggling his eyebrows at Steve.

Steve could feel the blush burning his cheeks, he didn’t have control of enough of his faculties to deal with this, going home and pretending this never happened seemed like a great idea right about now. Steve slid himself to the edge of the bed, placing his head delicately in his hands, gearing himself up to get moving, preferably without seeing the contents of his stomach. “Steve,” he muttered.

He could hear movement from the other side of the bed, the sheets moving sounding like Eddie was rolling a dumper truck through the room, followed by a blissful silence that was only broken by a quiet "err, Steve?"

"yeah?" he whispered, not that it really did anything to ease the throbbing in his skull.

Eddie moved again and when Steve looked over, Eddie had leaned across the bed onto the pillow Steve had vacated, trying to get a better look at his hunched form, worrying his lip. Odd, he doesn't seem the type. "You aren't- are you? Wearing a ring?"

Huh? Steve's eyebrows scrunched together, he's not exactly used to waking up in bed with a stranger, but minor lifestyle choices aren't one of Steve's main concerns right now. "Yeah. Why? Men can't wear jewellery?" Steve sniped.

Eddie rolled his eyes so hard he was in danger of losing them, lifting both hands to show Steve the many rings he wore on his fingers. "No. Don't be dense!" Eddie reproached, waited a moment and sighed deeply at Steve's visible confusion, "Look at the finger it's on."

Shifting his left hand in front of his face, Steve glared at the plain gold band glinting up at him from his ring finger. It took a second but when the realisation finally dawned it knocked all the breath out of him, "oh. shit."

Steve looked over at Eddie wide-eyed to find him nodding in agreement with the sentiment. "Yeah. Oh. Shit." Eddie echoed.

This just didn't make sense! It'd been a long time since Steve had consumed so much alcohol, he probably hadn't been that drunk since high school, yet somehow someone thought he was in a fit state to enter into a legal contract! "I don't even- they can't've let us? We were drunk!"

Eddie just shrugs, doesn't look even nearly upset enough for Steve's liking. Steve glares at him trying to convey how insane this situation is, Eddie just gives him a look that says "it is what it is". Steve continued glaring, an internal monologue of this is insane, why aren't you freaking out? I'm freaking out! We're strangers and now we're married and oh god we're gonna have to get divorced! I'm gonna be divorced! I don't wanna be divorced! which clearly just frustrates him because Eddie just throws his hands in the air and shouts, "We're in Vegas!"

And suddenly all the fight sucks out of Steve, he slumps back over covering his face with his hands, feeling the slide of metal against his cheek and mutters "fuck. we're in vegas."

But he didn't come here alone! Robin! His best friend and platonic soul mate. And oh how Steve adores her because she's smart, she'll know what to do! "I need to find Robin!" Steve decides, jumping up off the bed, and immediately standing perfectly still so the room stops spinning. I just need to get dressed and find Robin, she'll know how to fix this!

Eddie still hasn't moved from his spot, lounging elegantly across the pillows, the sheet draped gracefully over him like some kind of artist's model. He raises a judgemental eyebrow at Steve, "Robin?"

Unhooking his jeans from the lampshade, Steve grins at Eddie, he's not the first person to assume they're an item. "My best friend," Steve clarifies, but Eddie doesn't look convinced, if anything he looks even more pissed off, his face doing that complicated, pissed off, 'I'm assuming I'm being lied to', twist snarl.

Steve looks, really looks, at Eddie. Steve doesn't know much about him, other than the fact that he's incredibly pretty because really eyes that big and beautiful should only be allowed on magazine covers! He's completely covered in tattoos, which is so hot, not to mention those rings! And he's cheeky as fuck and absolutely unafraid to stand up for himself, which is a first for Steve. People who don't know him usually find him a little intimidating, which is insane, but Robin assures him it's a them thing, not a him thing. And although that's barely anything to know about a person, Steve'd already dearly love to know who'd dare to hurt him, he'd just like to chat, honest. "She's a lesbian," he adds, just to really drive his point home.

It seems to surprise Eddie, his eyebrows shoot up before he grins back at Steve, all teeth and sparkling eyes, trying to hide his face in his mane! Because that's really the only way to describe the majesty of his hair. And oh he's blushing, that's adorable. Eddie clears his throat, sitting up a little straighter, "oh. Yeah. I should probably find Chris," he agrees like he's saying what he's thinking out loud, quickly clarifying, "she also likes women."

They're smiling gently at one another when the phone starts to ring, Steve striding back to the bedside to answer it, hearing Robin shout "Steveeeeee!!"

That sets the ringing off in Steve's ears again, ow! "Robin, shh!" Steve chastises.

Robin's uninhibited by Steve's grouchiness, "I just wanted to say... Congratulations!" she singsongs.

"You know about that?!" Steve's utterly bewildered, surely she wouldn't...

"We were there!" she shouts excitably, as though she'd personally been invited to Area 51, instead of witnessing something as stupid as Steve getting married, while too drunk to even remember the name of his husband.

husband! Steve thinks pathetically.

"we?" he asks meekly, hoping beyond hope he hadn't done something ridiculous like invite his mother or his ex.

"Me and Chris!" Robin shouts, in the background he hears another voice woo-hoo and then say something incomprehensible that makes Robin giggle.

Steve sighs, rolls his eyes because of course! And purposefully catching his eye, smiles exasperatedly at Eddie, "they're together," he informs him.

Eddie snorts a laugh and shrugs, "makes sense," he murmurs as though this is all completely normal behaviour. Maybe it is for them, Steve doesn't bloody know.

Turning back to his phone conversation, Steve asks, "Why'd you let me do that, Rob?" It comes out as whiny and pathetic as he feels, forcefully rubbing his forehead to try to ease the tension building there.

Robin barks a laugh, and she's right it is funny, no one's ever been able to stop Steve from doing anything he set his mind to. Doesn't mean he doesn't want someone else to blame for the fact that he doesn't remember his own wedding and that he's going to be divorced before he's thirty!

"You're in LOVE, Stevie! Who am I to stand in the way of love?"

Robin always manages to explain the most bizarre things as though they're completely ordinary, making them sound almost reasonable. It baffles Steve every damn time. Like she just said "You were sick Steve, so I took you to the doctor" instead of "You're in love with someone you met yesterday, so the obvious solution was a drunken wedding"!

Steve sighed, trying not to be annoyed with her, "Bobbie, I met Eddie less than 24 hours ago! What am I, a fucking Disney Princess?" the vitriol soaking his words would've upset most people, but Robin never flinched, even when he was being the world's biggest dick.

He could practically hear her eye roll through the phone, "No Dingus, you're not a Princess!" she sounded almost sympathetic for a second, but she couldn't hold back the bubble of laughter, "You're a King!" she proclaimed, cackling so hard she snorted.

She hadn't let up about "King Steve" since she’d found his yearbook, signed by all his dickhead "friends". She thought high school cliques were ridiculous, thought prom was even worse, and the idea that Steve had been so popular he'd been elected as an imaginary sovereign as part of their fabricated hierarchy had her rolling around the floor laughing for a solid ten minutes.

"Jesus Christ!" Steve muttered pinching the bridge of his nose, nothing was ever as funny as she thought it was when she was drunk, especially not when she was funny-drunk and he wasn't nearly drunk enough.

Robin stopped laughing abruptly and gasped as though she'd forgotten something. "Steve. Stevie. Evievievie! Guess what, I haven't been to bed yet!" she declared proudly. Steve had no idea what time it was, but as far as he knew the last time she'd slept had been on the plane, and that hadn't exactly been for very long.

"Maybe it's time for bed then?" Steve reasoned, trying to hold on to the last of his patience.

"No! Nooo, I'm with a girl," she whispered conspiratorially. oh jesus! Like he didn't know that!

He was far too sober for this Robin, it was fine when she'd do it in a club, wander over and be all "Steve, I've been dancing with a girl!" mainly because he was drunk enough to join in with her level of wonderment (even though he'd just watched her do it). Right now though, with the weight of his life choices on his shoulders, trying to wrangle his best friend was driving him slightly mad.

"I know," he whispered back. He could hear the pings and dings of the casino in the background, but other than her gentle breathing, Robin had gone suddenly eerily quiet.

He was just about to ask if she'd nodded off upright (it wouldn't be the first time) when Robin and Chris whined loudly, "We're bored, Steve!" jesus fuck! He had to move the phone away from his ear, so his skull didn't crack open. The fact that they said it simultaneously being equal parts creepy and adorable.

It was then that Eddie's stomach rumbled noisily, he'd been quiet and still the whole time Steve was on the phone, not even looking in his direction apart from when Steve spoke directly to him. That was until Steve's stomach grumbled in agreement, Eddie glancing up at Steve through his lashes, amusement dancing in his eyes and god when he smiled like that!

When was the last time any of them ate? Robin hadn't shut up about Vegas' newest waffle place (that had basically inspired the whole trip) since she'd heard about it from Gina in accounting. Maybe some food would do them all some good.

"What about some breakfast?" Steve suggested, he still had his eyes locked with Eddie's and found he wasn't just talking to Robin. Eddie nodded coyly, getting off the bed to gather his clothes from wherever they'd been flung.

"Oooh!! That's a great idea! You're so smart, Steve! I love you!" Robin squealed in his ear and Steve yanked his eyes away from Eddie as he sauntered naked around the room, staring purposefully at the napkin on the bedside, absentmindedly playing with the ring on his finger.

"I love you, too. You going for waffles?"

Steve liked to check in, it wasn't that he thought Robin was incapable of taking care of herself. He just worried. The love he felt for his found family had a depth he'd never thought himself capable of, and Steve didn't even know who he'd be without Robin by his side.

But Robin always knew him better than he knew himself, could practically taste the pensive thoughts through the line, "We're going for waffles, Dingus! Don't forget your husband!" she yelled and hung up.

"jesus fucking christ!" he muttered to himself, putting the phone down.

A husband! Steve didn't even have a job, let alone a career, but he somehow now had a husband. And the thing was, Steve couldn't even say he hated the idea. He didn't particularly like the idea of marrying someone he couldn't remember knowing, but he knew he'd always been one to fall too hard, too fast. His fuckbuddies were different, he could separate his emotions from sex under that context but the moment an actual relationship was mentioned suddenly Steve was all-in.

Maybe Eddie was an all-in kinda guy too?

Eddie had seemed flustered at first but he relaxed into it pretty quickly. It was intriguing to meet someone so laidback and spontaneous. Steve and Robin were always pretty happy-go-lucky, jumping from job to job without giving it much thought. But out of everyone they knew, they seemed to be the outliers, it was nice to meet such a free spirit.

Not that Steve had always been this way, of course, it was all Robin's good influence. From as small as he could remember his parents had brought him up to care more about what everyone else thought, than about his own thoughts, wants and opinions and honestly, it had him wound tighter than a springboard for the first twenty years of his life.

It was Robin who'd taught him that it was okay to do what he wanted to do, when he wanted to do it, that what he wanted mattered. It took a while but she got him to get to know himself, the real him, not the guy his parents wanted him to be. Steve kinda hoped he’d be able to get to know Eddie, like really get to know him, beyond just breakfast with their respective best friends.

Speaking of, Steve looked around to find Eddie had left the bathroom door wide open, a clear invitation to join him. Steve faltered for a second because they should probably talk first but honestly, it'd been a long time since Steve had felt as good as he did when Eddie smiled at him and he was kind of sick of denying himself things that felt good.

Fuck it!

As he shuffled towards the bathroom, Steve rescued the rest of his clothes from the floor, his shirt was still tucked inside his jacket, dropped carelessly just inside the room door. A vision flashed in Steve's mind, he and Eddie in the lift, he was shirtless and rutting against Eddie as they frantically made out, watching in the mirror behind him as Eddie licked and nibbled down his neck.

Holy shit! Steve had only ever that horny for someone in public in the relative privacy of a club bathroom stall. Anyone could've joined them in that elevator, hell there might've been someone in there with them, he didn't think there was but he couldn't remember. They were lucky they hadn't been arrested! Anywhere else and they might've been, but luckily Vegas was well known as the City of Sin. Hopefully, the hotel security were just used to it.

There was steam pouring from the bathroom by the time he'd pulled himself from his musings, the mirror above the sink showing nothing but a blurry outline of himself, not that he needed it to know he looked rough. The shower door, like the bathroom one, had purposefully been left wide open, steam billowing out along with Eddie's voice.

Because Eddie was singing, loud and angelic, over the sounds of the shower. It wasn't a song Steve recognised, something about the sun, the moon and a seal, Eddie could've been making it up for all he knew. Not that Steve cared, it was sublime. Pulling him in like a siren song, Steve couldn't help himself, he just kept inching closer.

And as heavenly as Eddie’s voice was, which was truly one of the most exquisite voices Steve had ever heard. It was nothing in comparison to the vision Steve was greeted with as he finally reached the shower. Eddie had his head tipped back, rinsing Steve's expensive shampoo out of his hair, the length of his neck alone had Steve salivating. There was a little tattoo poking out from under his earlobe that was practically begging to be investigated. And a single freckle sitting just to the left of his sternum that he felt the overwhelming urge to lick.

Steve didn't get more than a cursory glance at the rest of him because it was then that Eddie straightened up as though he'd sensed Steve's presence. As he wiped the excess water from his face with his hands, Steve noticed that Eddie had removed all of his rings except the shiny gold band that joined them, almost like he hadn't wanted to take it off.

Another vision came to him, of him sliding that very ring onto Eddie's finger, of him taking Eddie's hand and kissing the still cold metal, glancing up at a grinning, misty-eyed Eddie through his lashes, an overwhelming surge of joy exploding through his chest.

It made Steve giddy and he was suddenly unable to wipe the stupid smile off his face, Eddie beamed back, warm and inviting, little droplets of water catching in his eyelashes from the pressure of the spray hitting his skin as he'd watched Steve remember.

The breath was knocked out of him when he immediately felt the overwhelming need to touch Eddie, to be in his space, to kiss him so thoroughly that neither of them knew where one of them began and the other one ended.

And Eddie must be some kind of mind reader because a truly mischievous look overtook his features as he reached out his ringed hand to Steve's to yank him under the torrent and into his arms, giggling cheekily when he pushed Steve back against the freezing cold shower wall, happily swallowing Steve's shocked gasp.

Part 2

#i wrote so much i had to split it into chapters #i apologise in advance for all the tense changes and terrible grammar if i proof read this again it'll end up in the bin #the song eddie is singing is n.i.b by black sabbath if anyone is interested #steddie vegas au #steddie au #steddie #platonic stobin #platonic eddissy #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #steve's pov #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #aj writes

[starkermoods]

High School Starker Bad Boy Tony Good Boy Peter

Sorry if the format is weird I have to use a different app since Picsart is acting up

Here’s a little one shot I made to go with the idea, let me know if you guys like these:

“Hey baby,” Tony said sneaking up behind Peter and wrapping his arms around Peters waist.

Peter immediately leaned into him and tilted his head back on Tony’s shoulder. Peter smiled up at him. He tilted his head and Tony planted a kiss to his lips.

“Hey, you,” Peter giggled, “I missed you today, why weren’t you in class?”

“Sorry babe, I was hanging with Bucky on the bleachers.” Tony confessed giving Peter another kiss to apologize.

“Seriously Tony,” Peter rolled his eyes, “you can’t keep skipping, you and Bucky are gonna get in big trouble at one point.”

“C’mon Sweetheart, Bucky and I hear this enough from Steve,” Tony complained.

“Well clearly not enough seeing as you don’t listen.”

Even though Peter looked annoyed Tony could hear the underlying amusement in his voice and noticed his lips twitching upward.

“Okay I’m sorry, I’ll try not to do it again, let me take you out as an apology?”

“You and I both know that’s not true,” Peter said finally letting himself smile, “but I will be taking you up on the offer to go out, I’m starving. Let me just grab my stuff from my locker, yeah?”

“Of course Baby.”

Tony unwinded his arms and Peter started heading toward his locker. Tony waited a few seconds before following. So what if he wanted to look at his boyfriends ass?

“You coming Tony?” Peter questioned.

“Yeah, baby I’m right behind ya.”

#starker #starker moodboard #tony x peter #peter parker #tony stark #ironspider #peter x tony #high school #young tony stark #age appropriate starker #de aged tony #same age au #same age starker #bad boy tony stark #good boy Peter Parker

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Drawn Together 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, obsession, intimidation, and other dark elements.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: You get a tattoo on an impulse to break your routine, but you walk away with something else as permanent as the ink.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You wring your hands as you watch Steve drift along the other wall. The white tee shirt makes the ink on his arms seem starker as he has a thumb hook in his jean pocket, the other reaching to take an oval frame from the console table. 

You squeeze your fingers tight, until they might crack, then release the tension along with your breath. He sets the picture back down and stands straight, looking around emphatically.

“Nice place,” he remarks as he faces you, “lots of space for you… and your… boyfriend?”

You watch him dully, “it’s nice.”

He is unfazed by your blunt deflection, “these old century townhouses, there’s not many of those left. I remember my mother lived in one. A few streets away.” He nears you and you brace yourself. He angles his arm towards you and shows you a banner that reads, ‘Brooklyn strong’.

“Oh, that’s very nice,” you lean back on your heel and pivot. “We should probably get started, we’re already behind.”

“You’re from Brooklyn too?” He asks as he goes to the bench.

“Grandparents lived here. They left me the place.” You take out a folder, the typical package you have ready for beginners, “we’ll start by tracing your hands.”

“Alright,” he stands close as you open the folder on the back of the piano. You turn and pluck a pencil from the jar on the shelf.

“It’s just… an exercise,” you explain as you hand him the pencil, “trace left then right and label them left and right.”

“Oh, wow,” he accepts the pencil, “this feels like grade school.”

“Hmm, well, yeah, my students are typically younger… my older students have a little more experience.”

“No, no, I’m excited,” he says as he spreads out his hand on the paper. His hand is huge. 

You spin again and slip out another looseleaf and hand it over, “for your other hand.”

You set it down on the polished wood and he thanks you quietly as he focuses on following the outline of his long fingers. Looking at his hand makes you feel tiny. Your eyes scan the small stars on each knuckle, red, white, and blue. The ring finger is untouched.

He finishes the exercise and you go over the five-finger system with him. It feels so ridiculous. He’s not a child but you find it simple and easy. When you have that all done, you fold up the file and put it aside.

“Sit,” you gesture to the upholstery.

He obeys, looking down at the keys as he rests his hands on his jeans. You think about grabbing a stool as you consider the limited expanse left beside him. You can fit. You lower yourself and hit a key.

“We’ll go over the musical alphabet now, low to high.”

You sense his gaze, intent on you as you go through the usual introduction. You pause and have him repeat what you just did on the keys. He does it slowly as his arm presses to yours.

“Now from middle C,” you instruct and demonstrate. “You want your hands at middle C.” You raise your hands, “left: F-G-A-B-C, right: C-D-E-F-G. Thumbs together.”

“Right,” he does exactly as you say. He has good form as he keeps his hands on the keys but not heavy.

“Good,” you get up and take the metal TV tray from the small rack tucked beside the shelf. You unfold one and bring it around to his elbow. Your grandfather always had one open beside his leather chair. The paint shows the wear. “Now, we will go through a warm up and have you write it out.”

“Okay,” he watches you. His blue eyes are so brilliant and intense. You realise, he’s been looking at you for longer than you knew. You take the folder and open it up again. “I appreciate the patience.”

“Oh, no, don’t worry,” you spread out a blank sheet, “you’re much less fidgety than a six-year old.”

“I hope so,” he chuckles.

“So, our goal by the end is for you to play one song. Does that sound good?”

“A whole song?” He echoes, “uh, yeah, I can do that.”

“Nothing too complicated,” you turn the folder to him and put the pencil across it, “so as we learn, we’ll write down what we play and this will help you learn to read music.”

“Right, let’s do the spider song as our warm-up,” you stand beside the piano. You can’t bear to sit next to him, not as you feel the sweat still speckling on your neck and beading under your hairline. 

“Spider song?” He grins, “that’d be a good tat, huh? A spider?”

“Um, I guess, I…”

“You’re not spider girl, though,” he says, “flowers.” He glances over at the window sill then back to you. His eyes descend slowly and you struggle not to wilt. You feel like he’s looking right through you, “poppies.”

You nod and shift your feet closer together, “I appreciate the simplicity.”

“Ha, I can never keep a plant alive,” he snorts, “you must just have that gentle touch that helps them thrive.”

“Well, um, I think we should get started,” you cross your arms and stride behind him, going to the other side of the piano. “Middle C.”

🎹

The lesson is as successful as any other. You stand at the corner of the piano as Steve keys out Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star. He hits the last note with the same pride shown by the bouncing seven-year olds that perch in that very spot daily. 

“Great. You got your first song,” you say, “there’s a print-out in the folder,” you point beyond him, “it shows the keys, I know it’s not the same but it’s a good way to practice position. You can use that if you want to practice between lessons.”

“Between lessons,” he pulls his hands into his lap, “does that mean I passed? I get to come back?”

“That’s up to you. If you really want to learn, you’re going to need to keep at it. Older students tend to take a little longer. Um, sorry, not to… I hope that isn’t insulting.”

“Nope,” he claps his legs and turns, standing from the bench. He pushes his head side to side and cracks his neck, “I’ve always needed a little extra love, you know? I can be a bit bullheaded. Sam says I got a thick skull.”

You know he’s trying to be friendly. There’s just something off. You still can’t believe he’s really there or that you let him in. To that point, you’ve been going through a routine, letting the steps guide you through. Now, you’re at a loss. There is no parent coming to usher him out of your home.

“I got the fee,” he reaches in his back pocket and pulls out his wallet, “I guess I should’ve paid at the start.”

“No, uh, that’s fine,” you eke out.

“So uh, same time next week? Do you think maybe I could come back sooner?”

“Um, I’d have to look at my schedule. I’ll call–”

He holds out several bills and you accept them quietly. You always find the payment is awkward, even if it’s the whole point. You are offering a service, you deserve everything you earn. 

“Great, I’ll keep my phone close.”

The silence rises to strangle you. You peer around, grasping the bills tightly. What do you say to make him go? It’ll be easier to tell him you’re at capacity over the phone but you can’t then. Not to his face.

“You know, I still didn’t get a good look at your piece. Do you mind?”

“What?” You look at him.

“Your ink,” he nods at your feet, “do you mind if–”

He doesn't finish his question as he bends to look at your legs. You sway uncertainly and turn, pointing your toe to present your ankle to him. You don’t know what else to do. He examines it and you wince as he reaches to touch the skin beside it.

“Sam’s a talented guy,” he drags his fingertips away and stands, “helps when you have a great canvas. It suits you, sweetheart.”

Your brows rise as you gape at him. You quickly snap your mouth shut and fold your hands together. Your heart is pulsing behind your ears. You need him gone. This is your space and he’s intruded for long enough. The lesson is over.

“Don’t forget your folder,” you flit away from him and fold up the file, “here.” You face him again and push it against his chest, “I have to clean up for my next lesson.”

“Clean– this place is immaculate,” he looks around as he clutches the folder by the edges, “I don’t think–”

“Please, I have a lesson to prepare. Don’t forget to practice.”

You take a step back as he gazes at you. Unmoving. You might be telling him to go but it’s entirely his decision. Your nerves ping at the thought that you could not make him go. That if he stays long enough, he’ll realise your lie. Your excuse. He is your only lesson that day.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he relents at last as he tucks the folder under his arm, “see ya next week.”

You’re paralysed as you watch him cross the room. He disappears down the stairs and you listen to the creak of each step. At the bottom, you hear him shuffling around and when you find the courage to go look down, the door closes behind him.

You hurry down the stairs and quickly twist the lock. You let out your breath and lean into the wind as you let out a shuddery breath. His scent lingers. You’ll have to open some windows and light some incense. Hopefully, you can forget all about him.

#drawn together #tattoo au #steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #series #au #mcu #marvel #captain america #falcon #sam wilson

[antimony-medusa]

MCYT on Ao3 — September '23

The state of MCYT on Ao3, just for fun. Yes I do this every month, I like numbers. 

Slamacow Minecraft Animations (Web Series) (8 works)

The Cube SMP (8 works)

iDots SMP (14 works)

30 Day SMP | Free Trial SMP (27 works)

Legacy SMP (28 works)

Cogchamp SMP (29 works)

Epic SMP (31 works)

Art of Survival SMP (32 works)

Dominion SMP (32 works)

Shady Oaks SMP (45 works)

X Life SMP (46 works)

IvoryCello's Prison Escapes (Web Series) (53 works)

100 Hours Hardcore SMP (54 works)

Kaboodle SMP (56 works)

Bear SMP (58 works)

SadSMP (68 works)

Area Unknown SMP (72 works)

Mer SMP (74 works)

Pirates SMP (105 works)

Tortillaland SMP (113 works)

New Life SMP (127 works)

House Builder Gang SMP | HBG SMP (134 works)

Slimecicle Cinematic Universe (Web Series) (138 works)

WitchCraft SMP (164 works)

Rats SMP (208 works)

SMPEarth (273 works)

SMPLive (283 works)

Outsiders SMP (314 works)

Mianite (Web Series) (363 works)

Afterlife SMP (382 works)

Yandere High School (Web Series) (434 works)

MindCrack RPF (493 works)

Evolution SMP (545 works)

Fable SMP (767 works)

Karmaland SMP (777 works)

Lifesteal SMP (1,220 works)

Origins SMP (1,478 works)

QSMP | Quackity SMP (3,842 works)

Empires SMP (5,633 works)

3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series (7,862 works)

Hermitcraft SMP (17,370 works)

Dream SMP (80,652 works)

Minecraft (Video Game) (108,355 works)

Video Blogging RPF (262,973 works)

Some Notes

We have one new tag this month! Interestingly, Pirates SMP, despite being a child tag of Video Blogging RPF, is not a child tag of Celebrities and Real People, which puts it up with Slamacow Minecraft Animations (Web Series) and Minecraft (Video Game) as the only mcyt tags not officially considered RPF for sorting purposes. (Note: this is probably a bug.)

Fics are primarily in English, but now we have three exceptions with significant Spanish fics: Karmaland (691 works of 775, from 679 last month) , Tortillaland SMP (108 works of 113, from 106 last month), and QSMP (466 works of 3,833, up from 412 last month). QSMP also includes fics in Brazilian Portugese (175 works, up from 119 last month) and a few in French (19 works, up from 10 month).

In smaller SMPs, both SadSMP and Cogchamp saw a 3-fic decrease, one of the starker fandom decreases that I've seen. In terms of growth, Area Unknown SMP saw a 12-fic increase, Mer SMP saw a 14-fic increase, and New Life SMP saw an impressive 22-fic increase.

In mid-sized fandoms, it was the same three fandoms in a different order than last month. Fable SMP was the standout once again with 33 fics, though Evolution SMP saw a growth of 24 fics and Yandere High School saw 19 new fics.

For the larger fandoms, it was a reduced month from last month. Empires' 154 this month did not beat last month's 244 or the previous month's 218, 3rd Life's 340 this month did not beast last month's 395 or the previous month's 364, and Hermitcraft's 453 did not beat last month's 569 or the previous month's 501. Continuing the trend, Dream SMP's increase of 1,171 did not meet last month's 1,459 or the previous month's 1,376, and in fact the only fandom with a growth compared to July was QSMP, with QSMP's 725 this month not beating last month's 861 but Yes beating the previous month's 628. So the two-month run of increased growth that the bigger fandoms were turning out has definitely come to an end. Possibly the end of summer hit everyone's schedules hard.

Detailed breakdown of increases under the cut.

Slamacow Minecraft Animations (Web Series) (8 works, 8 last month, 0-fic increase)

The Cube SMP (8 works, 8 last month, 0-fic increase)

iDots SMP (14 works, 15 last month, 1-fic decrease)

30 Day SMP | Free Trial SMP (27 works, 27 last month, 0-fic increase)

Legacy SMP (28 works, 27 last month, 1-fic increase)

Cogchamp SMP (29 works, 32 last month, 3-fic decrease)

Epic SMP (31 works, 31 last month, 0-fic increase)

Art of Survival SMP (32 works, 33 last month, 1-fic decrease)

Dominion SMP (32 works, 32 last month, 0-fic increase)

Shady Oaks SMP (45 works, 43 last month, 2-fic increase)

X Life SMP (46 works, 46 last month, 0-fic increase)

IvoryCello's Prison Escapes (Web Series) (53 works, 53 last month, 0-fic increase)

100 Hours Hardcore SMP (54 works, 53 last month, 1-fic increase)

Kaboodle SMP (56 works, 50 last month, 6-fic increase)

Bear SMP (58 works, 57 last month, 1-fic increase)

SadSMP (68 works, 71 last month, 3-fic decrease)

Area Unknown SMP (72 works, 60 last month, 12-fic increase)

Mer SMP (74 works, 60 last month, 14-fic increase)

Pirates SMP (105 works, was not canonized last month)

Tortillaland SMP (113 works, 110 last month, 3-fic increase)

New Life SMP (127 works, 105 last month, 22-fic increase)

House Builder Gang SMP | HBG SMP (134 works, 130 last month, 4-fic increase)

Slimecicle Cinematic Universe (Web Series) (138 works, 127 last month, 11-fic increase)

WitchCraft SMP (164 works, 162 last month, 2-fic increase)

Rats SMP (208 works, 208 last month, 0-fic increase)

SMPEarth (273 works, 265 last month, 8-fic increase)

SMPLive (283 works, 278 last month, 5-fic increase)

Outsiders SMP (314 works, 300 last month, 14-fic increase)

Mianite (Web Series) (363 works, 359 last month, 4-fic increase)

Afterlife SMP (382 works, 379 last month, 3-fic increase)

Yandere High School (Web Series) (434 works, 415 last month, 19-fic increase)

MindCrack RPF (493 works, 493 last month, 0-fic increase)

Evolution SMP (545 works, 521 last month, 24-fic increase)

Fable SMP (767 works, 734 last month, 33-fic increase)

Karmaland SMP (777 works, 761 last month, 16-fic increase)

Lifesteal SMP (1,220 works, 1,139 last month, 81-fic increase)

Origins SMP (1,478 works, 1,449 last month, 29-fic increase)

QSMP | Quackity SMP (3,842 works, 3,117 last month, 725-fic increase)

Empires SMP (5,633 works, 5,479 last month, 154-fic increase)

3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series (7,862 works, 7,522 last month, 340-fic increase)

Hermitcraft SMP (17,370 works, 16,917 last month, 453-fic increase)

Dream SMP (80,652 works, 79,481 last month, 1,171-fic increase)

Minecraft (Video Game) (108,355 works, 107,795 last month, 560-fic increase)

Video Blogging RPF (262,973 works, 259,553 last month, 3,420-fic increase)

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