#Peter has a sweet tooth fight me on it

[inthefieldwithdiamondbutterflies]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE WALL CRAWLER

-warning this post will be a tad bit chaotic and long but hopefully lots of fun. I had fun doing this

In honor of his special day, i decided to make him a birthday cake. 🎂

I’ve had this headcanon that every year on his birthday he loves a chocolate cake with blue icing

So I decided to bake just that

As someone with minimal baking skills

Let’s go

Nia vs baking 👩‍🍳

First wash your hands

Then gather up all your ingredients. This is the cake mix I used. Once the eggs, water, oil and cake mix were all I needed for mine. Measure everything out and mix until well combined or for at least two minutes on medium. And drink a cup of water while you’re at it. Your body loves water. Not too much or risk water poisoning. Too much of anything can kill ya.

Then go ahead and grease whatever type of pan you’re using and place it in oven. I used mini pans so it can be a layered cake. It smelt so good while baking and then I nearly almost burned because read the instruction on the box. Make sure you read really carefully and use the time they give how big your pan is

I feel like Peter would like a homemade cake though for his birthday. I think it was just something he had while growing up and not coming from a lot. He appreciates it more than a store brought cake. Mainly because he knows someone close to him took time out of their day to make something special for him. Think he just grew up on it and is favorite tradition for his birthday. Plus he probably loves a good rich, moist chocolate. Just big sweet tooth vibes in general from him. He would love going to Hershey, PA and making his own chocolate bar or even just the M&M store to celebrate. His ideal birthday would probably just be something small and intimate. He cares a lot about out his loved ones and spending time with them.

While baking I cleaned up and jammed out to some Taylor Swift. Does anyone else think that Peter would have a hard time getting plastered btw? I think that purely because of his high metabolism. But if he ever does get there oh be prepared.

Anyways back to baking. Grab some white frosting. I had like half a thing left so I only used five drops of blue food coloring to get what I wanted. I say start off slowly and don’t add in a lot at once because can’t take it away.

Once cakes are done take them out and let them cool. If you greased them properly they should pop right out like how mine did. Number one baker over here.

Once cooled down try and level the cakes (thank you very much YouTube bakers for teaching me this)

I don’t have a cool tool like they do is just used a bread knife and hoped for the best

That hope caused me cutting off a but too much from some and not enough from others so was a little lopsided but it gives personality !!!

Then go ahead and frost. Slap that frosting all over the cake until it’s nice and coated

Another trick I learned was a crumb coat. Frost first, stick it in the fridge for a bit and then frost again. I don’t feel like it made that much of a difference but I am a frosting girly so I wasn’t mad

Next, grab your fav lil Spider-Man plush, give him a party hat and light candles in the cake

Lastly, cut yourself a slice and indulge on your favorite spidey movie

Happy baking ❤️💙🖤

[webslingingslasher]

if you’re still taking requests can you do "why do you seem upset?" "why the hell do you think..." hehe 🫶🏽

changed the wording around, still fits.

You watch Peter hand over a twenty to the cashier. 

You wonder what they’re thinking as they take the cash, on the surface do they just see a boy buying a girl ice cream? Would it be the first date, or hundredth? Maybe they see a happy couple, a couple that was out on the town and suddenly the girl had a sweet tooth that just couldn’t be shaken off so she had to drag her boyfriend in to buy her some ice cream. 

Peter hands you his cone while he pockets the change, you take your chance and steal a lick. You poked at him for his flavor choice but a small part of you regrets not choosing it. The cashier nods at you two and welcomes in a family, it’s too cold to walk around with ice cream, so you shuffle into a booth near the exit. 

A little girl pulls at her sister’s shirt, when her attention is met she points at you two, mumbled whispers and blushes. You wonder what they’re talking about, does she see a solid relationship? One that mimics her parents, does she look at you like she wants that too? Her mother looks over, and shoots a polite smile when she notices you recognize her children pointing at you. 

You smile back, she looks at Peter and awes, you wonder what she’s thinking. 

Have you just reminded her of a first love? 

Did you remind her of when she was your age in that booth with her husband? 

Does she see the tear tracks? 

Did she see through all Peter’s bullshit too? 

It was too cold to walk around with ice cream, the family agreed and stuck in a booth across the shop. Peter started to bite around the edge of his cone, you’ve only swallowed three spoons worth, it didn’t taste as good when the air was still thick. 

It’s funny how one argument can set a relationship back, and not even in an we need time apart, but in the awkward tension. You know Peter better than you know anyone, most days even yourself, but when petty arguments take place you don’t know how to hold his hand or talk to him anymore, as if you wonder if he even wants you to.

“Penny for your thoughts?” 

“Are we gonna break up?” 

Peter snorts, he takes a bite of his waffle cone, his nose has a dot of ice cream, he tries to poke his tongue higher up to grab it, it doesn’t even come close. 

“Baby, you gotta stop jumping to that.” 

Sure, you understand where he’s coming from. You do ask that, a lot. But, it’s because every time you have a fight you think ‘this was it, this is the one that did it,’ you know with everything in you that you’ll be the one to fuck it up and one day Peter won’t have it in him to get back up. 

You’re terrified of that day. 

Peter’s sleeve comes up to wipe his nose, he notices you’re so upset you can’t even enjoy your ice cream, it’s rare, usually after an augment he takes you to get ice cream, it started as a joke in the beginning of your relationship and it’s stuck, even with the bad fights, like tonight. And it would always make it better, tonight you were stuck in your own head. 

“Why are you so upset?” 

You choke a spoonful in your mouth, you look over at the family, dad is letting his daughters try his flavor, the scene makes you want to cry. 

You wonder what they see. 

A girl finding something so simple admiring? 

A girl who projects her life in theirs, like that could be her too? 

Maybe just a lonely girl who didn’t dare allow herself to dream of such fantasies because she always fucks it up? 

“Why do you think?” 

It wasn’t the argument, it wasn’t about that anymore. It was over, the ship had sailed and treaties were signed, it was the underlying root of the argument that was the issue. Peter’s had this talk with you a million times, but you just can’t let yourself fully believe that he wasn’t going anywhere. 

“I love you. I love when you fight with me because I know you care about us, it makes me know that you’re fighting for this, that you want us to grow together so we can stay together. I love when you get so upset you’re nearly shaking, because I know that’s just a fraction of the passion you have for us. I love when you get stubborn and won’t back down because you swear you’re right, because you want me to have your back. And fuck, honestly, I really love when you ask if we’re going to breakup after a fight, because it gives me the chance to tell you how much I really, really, really,” 

Peter takes a gulping breath, “really, really, love you.” 

A feeling settles over like never before, it’s warming and gentle. It’s a part of you that can never truly believe you can have a good thing dying off, because you do have a good thing, his name is Peter Parker and he’s not going anywhere, he promised, because he really, really, really, really, really, loves you. 

You look back at the family once more, the mother catches your eye. She gives a knowing smile and winks, her eyes dart to the back of Peter’s head. In one look you can see what she's saying. 

‘You have a good one right there, don’t let him go.’ 

You lean over the table and press a kiss to Peter’s mouth, it’s sticky but one of the best kisses you’ve ever had. He’s surprised, but welcomes it. You plop back down in the booth, his lips puckered still, “one of these days I’ll believe you, until then you’ll just have to keep declaring your love for me.” 

Peter crunches down on his cone, you follow suit, ice cream has never tasted so good. 

“That’s like telling me I just have to breathe for the rest of my life.” 

[lerexclamationpointpeter]

•guessing game•

Peter’s Spider-Sense alerts him, but there is no danger.

CW: tickle fic, horrendously disgusting tooth-rotting fluff, romantic relationship, angry!Pete, flirting, teasing, kisses (no tongue 😐👍), cursing, ultimately sfw but has some suggestive tones, mention of web restraints 🫠, fem!reader, you are basically this universe’s MJ, imagine any version of Peter you want (you could even come up with your own version 👀)

Peter and the reader are in an established relationship

Bold text means it’s a flashback

Slanted text is for emphasis

Small slanted text is a thought that wasn’t said out loud

Enjoy

Partially inspired by this post from @sugars-fluffy-escapes

It had been a long day. Peter was exhausted.

It started just like any other day. He woke up, ate breakfast, brushed his teeth, kissed you goodbye, and headed to class.

Of course, going to school never quite worked out for him.

He was lucky if he was able to attend all of his classes for the day (attend, not be there for the entire lecture). Today, he didn’t make it to any classes.

Why? Because Doc Ock got bored and decided to play New York City Sandbox Simulator. Pete swore this guy became a super villain just to have something to do.

The fight lasted almost all day. By the time Peter got home, you could tell he was pissed.

After hearing him knock on the window, you rushed over to open it for him. As he climbed inside, you noticed that his entire demeanor was different.

At first, you thought he might’ve been hurt. When he took off his mask, you saw that his eyes were drooped in a way that made him appear annoyed and defeated. There was no part of his face that looked warm and welcoming. This terrified you.

Usually after patrol, he greeted you cheerfully with one of his many nicknames for you. Even if he seemed sad or upset, he at least did that.

This time, he didn’t even make eye contact with you. All he said to you was, “Thanks,” and then he beelined to the bathroom to take a shower.

It was very clear that he was not in a good mood right now.

You wondered if it was a good idea to ask him what was wrong. Would that make him feel better? Would that make him snap at you? Was it best to just try to give him some space?

You crawled into bed, pulling the covers up over you. As you waited for Pete to get out of the shower, you decided that it would be best to just keep quiet until he wanted to talk.

Eventually, he emerged from the mist and steam in the bathroom. He threw on a pair of pajama pants (just pajama pants, no shirt), climbed into bed, wrapped his arms around you, and just as he was about to kiss you goodnight, he saw the look on your face.

His agitation was immediately replaced with concern.

“You okay, bug?” he leaned back to look into your eyes.

You barely looked at him before breaking eye contact. This worried him.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

You hesitated, opening your mouth to speak, but closing it instead.

“Hey,” he said, taking on a more serious tone. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

He spoke in a way that was firm, but gentle. You had a habit of bursting into tears when he did that, but you held it in this time around, not wanting to irritate him any further.

You swallowed, “I uh… Are… Are you mad at me?”

He furrowed his brows, confused.

“Why would I be mad at you?”

You made eye contact with him now, feeling a little relieved. You thought quietly for a moment before speaking.

“W-well, I just.. thought that you seemed angry and.. I didn’t know if it was something I did, or-“

“No, no, baby,” he cuts you off. “I’m not mad at you, sweetheart. I could never be mad at you. It was just a hard day, that’s all.”

He holds you tighter, feeling guilty.

“I’m sorry my mug is so mean,” he whispers. “I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at the 24 foot tall robotic octopus that keeps throwing me off of tall buildings and running away.”

He earns a small chuckle from you, easing the tension. Peter smiles, but his smile fades quickly. His expression softens as he connects the dots.

“You saw that I was mad, and your first thought.. was that I was mad at you?”

This realization affected him more than he led on. He was supposed to protect you and keep you safe. Y’know, the whole point of the superhero thing?

Instead, here he was, scaring you. Pushing you away. Making you afraid to talk to him.

You broke eye contact with him again.

Pete let out a soft, defeated sigh. He tightened his grip on you again, holding you as close as possible.

“You know I’d never hurt you?” he says, his tone firm and gentle again. “Like, ever? Never in a million years? Even if I was angry?”

You nod. You knew deep down that if Pete was mad at you, he wouldn’t even do so much as raise his voice.

He’d crawl into bed with you, just like he always does.

He’d tell you what was bugging him, you’d apologize, he’d probably apologize too for some reason, then he’d ambush you with kisses and the two of you would promptly go to bed.

“I know,” you said, feeling stupid. “I’m sorry I even-“ you start to say before you can catch yourself.

Pete makes a loud incorrect buzzer sound, startling you a little and making you laugh.

“That’s the wrong answer,” he says playfully, “You’re actually only supposed to apologize when you’ve done something wrong. Try again.”

He looks at you with a shit-eating grin. He’s done this to you so many times.

The first few times, he’d caught you in a loop, going back and forth between you accidentally apologizing, and him doing the incorrect buzzer. This time, he knew you’d stop apologizing before it could even start.

Being an annoying little shit was a gift of Peter’s. In hindsight, it was only a matter of time before he found out your biggest weakness.

He leaned his head into the crook of your neck, ready to fall asleep with you in his arms, safe and sound. But, of course, he couldn’t resist adding one more quip.

He exhaled, his hot breath hitting your skin. Every hair on your body stood up.

“Yup, that’s what I thought,” he said, his lips getting closer to your neck. His only intention was to kiss you there.

Much to his surprise (and delight), you giggled.

——————————

Ever since then, after a long, hard day of being Spider-Man, this became a tradition of some sort for the both of you.

Pete would come home after patrol, take a shower, and then absolutely wreck you. It was like his way of decompressing after a day of getting beat up.

He noticed that you didn’t really fight back, but he never questioned it.

Frankly, he was having too much fun to care.

He figured that you were just one of those people that curled up into a ball as a very poor, but very cute, way of trying to hide.

On this day in particular, Pete had spent the whole day with you. He planned for it. There was no long, hard day of being Spider-Man. This meant that you could spend some time together.

Unfortunately, that also meant that your tradition couldn’t happen today.

But you were craving it. It was the only thing you could think about.

After spending the whole day with Peter, and his teasing? You barely survived.

You and Pete laid next to each other, your head resting on his shoulder. He put on a movie a little while earlier that you weren’t really interested in.

You contemplated telling him that you weren’t into the movie, but that would put you in a situation that petrified you.

‘Is there something else that you wanna do?’

You could already hear him saying it. You could already imagine the heat moving towards your cheeks as you sit there, speechless, thinking about what the hell you could possibly say to get yourself out of this one. Even just imagining that was flustering enough.

But there was nothing wrong with thinking about it, right? No, of course not. You can enjoy your little daydream while Pete watches TV, and he’d have no idea at all that you were thinking about the night he discovered that you were ticklish.

He had no idea that you were thinking about the slow, mischievous grin that grew on his face after hearing you giggle. The way he locked eyes with you. The way he told you, “You are so fucked,” without saying anything at all. The reality setting in that the only thing you can do is wait for him to attack. Then, the reality setting in that once he attacks, the only thing you can do is wait for him to stop.

He didn’t know you were thinking about the dramatic, exaggerated stories he told as he toyed with you.

——————————

He had effectively overpowered you, sitting on your hips, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

“…And then, just when I thought it was finally over…” he paused for a comedically long time, looking directly into your eyes.

He enjoyed the tension building up. He loved making you feel the imminent dread of what was coming next. He loved the nervous giggles you let out as he stared at you with a stone-faced expression.

“…I heard his footsteps,” he teasingly walked his fingers up your side as you squirmed beneath him. “Getting closer,” he took a step, “and closer,” he took another step, “and then…” you hid behind your hands, shaking, laughing, waiting for him to strike.

When he didn’t, you peeked through your fingers, only to find that he was still staring at you. His face was still entirely serious, even though you were covering your eyes.

Why is he so committed to this bit?? Does he want to fluster me to death??

…

Yeah, of course he does, what am I even saying?

“…And then…” he paused again.

And then what??? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST GET IT OVER WITH ALREADY.

He was far too good at this.

He took an obnoxiously loud deep breath in, gathering all the air he possibly could into his lungs. And in an instant, he was blowing the world’s biggest raspberry on your tummy. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he was also digging his fingers into your ribs at the same time.

You screamed so loud that you thought someone would file a noise complaint.

——————————

He didn’t know you were thinking about how strong he was. How easy it was for him to trap you in his arms. Even if you had attempted to fight back, it would’ve been useless.

He certainly had no idea that you were thinking about the time you yelled, “Stop!” and he laughed at you. You weren’t sure if he was catching on to how much you liked this, or if he was laughing because he wasn’t about to stop any time soon. Either way, he didn’t stop any time soon.

There was one thing you were very glad he didn’t know.

He didn’t know that the way he looked at you after one of those days made you weak.

You thought about how tired his eyes would look after taking his mask off. You thought about the relieved sigh he’d let out as he hugs you. The kiss he’d plant on your forehead before he tells you how awful of a day he had. The timber in his voice when he tells you you’re gonna know all about it when he gets out of the shower.

He didn’t know that as soon as the bathroom door closed, you hopped into bed, throwing the blanket over you, giggling and kicking your feet as soon as you were underneath. It was on days like that where you thanked the entire universe that Pete only took 10 minute showers.

All you could think of was how warm he’d be. How close he’d pull you to him. How many glances you’d take of his chest.

If Peter knew what you were thinking about right now, you’d be reduced to jelly in seconds. There was no way you could ever tell him about any of this.

But you wished he knew. You wished you could make him understand. But it would never happen. You’d rather get water boarded by the CIA than tell him.

Suddenly, Peter felt something. His Spider-Sense. He instinctively put an arm around you, looking around the room.

“Pete? Is something wrong?” you asked him.

He looked around the room for a little longer, scanning every area he could see. He found nothing. Everything was fine. He relaxed a little, but was still on edge.

“What’s wrong?” you asked again, feeling a little anxious now.

“Nothing, angel,” he shook his head. “I… I thought I felt my Spider-Sense.”

He thought he felt his Spider-Sense?

You always imagined that to be an obvious feeling.

“What made it go off?”

“I’m… I’m not sure. But it felt like it went off for you,” he paused. “Are you okay?”

You paused.

“I.. I think so.. Why? Am I in danger?”

Peter looked around the room again, scanning for absolutely anything dangerous. Nothing. He listened for any strange noises. Nothing. He tried to sense if anyone dangerous was in the building. Once again, nothing.

“No.. You’re completely fine,” he said, his brows still furrowed.

Now you were really confused.

“If I’m not in any danger, then… why did it go off?”

Peter closed his eyes, trying his best to focus on where this feeling was coming from. The longer he waited, the more clear it became.

It was his Spider-Sense, but it was different this time. It felt warmer. Gentler. When he was in danger, the feeling was comparable to almost getting hit by an oncoming train. Right now, it felt more like a tap on the shoulder.

Why was he getting tapped on the shoulder, and why did it make him think of you?

He opened his eyes, trying to make sense out of any of this.

A tap on the shoulder… for you?

Wait, no.

Maybe…

Maybe it’s a tap on the shoulder from you?

“Is… Is there something that you want to tell me?“ he questioned. “Is there something you feel scared to tell me?”

Uh oh.

Wait.

Hold on a minute.

How?

You tried your best to hide the shock on your face, but you already felt the warmth spreading across your cheeks. You cleared your throat.

“Uhm, w-what do you mean?” you tried. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

Pete closed his eyes again. You were starting to wonder if he could read your mind.

God, you hoped he couldn’t read your mind.

“It just feels like there’s something you want to tell me, but you’re hiding it from me,” he opens his eyes. “What’s going on?”

Damn, I’m not even safe in my own head.

You couldn’t lie to him, but you also couldn’t just outright say it to him either. You didn’t think you could say this out loud even if you were completely alone with no sign of human life for miles.

This was going to be difficult.

You looked down at your hands and fidgeted with them.

“There is… something I’m not telling you…” you start.

He puts his arms around your waist, gently guiding you to lay down on your side next to him.

“What is it, baby? What are you so afraid to tell me?”

He looked so concerned.

You break eye contact, which Peter usually sees as a bad sign. What’s different this time is that a smile slowly creeps onto your face. Now, he’s intrigued.

“What’s so funny?” he says, not being able to stop the smile from forming on his face too.

You smile harder. You already know that your face is bright red. You can’t help it. You’re reducing into jelly.

“What is going on?” Pete laughs, now staring to feel amused by this entire situation.

You open your mouth.

Then close it.

Then open it again.

“It’s not so much that I’m scared… It’s more like… I’m embarrassed.”

Okay, that was a good first step. You admitted to being embarrassed, but not by what.

Pete squints his eyes and looks at you suspiciously.

“Just tell me what it is,” he says.

Nope. Not gonna happen, asshole.

“I can’t,” you whisper.

His expression softens.

“Why not?”

There is a pause. You take a deep breath.

“I feel too embarrassed to say it out loud. Even if you weren’t here and I was completely alone, I still wouldn’t say it out loud. That’s how embarrassed I am,” you admit.

Peter nods, understanding the predicament you’re in.

“That’s okay, bug. We don’t have to talk about it right now if you don’t want to.”

You feel bad. How do you tell someone something without saying it out loud?

Definitely not doing charades. Or Pictionary. Even if you knew sign language, you weren’t doing that either. There has to be some way to make it easier for both of you.

And then it hit you. You both knew that you couldn’t say it, but what if he could?

“What if… What if you try to guess what it is? I’ll give you hints and tell you if you’re right,” you suggested.

Pete thought about it, and nodded. The smile from earlier came back.

“Okay. Let’s do that then. What’s the first hint?”

You looked off to the side as you thought of a good hint. Something vague, but truthful.

“I’m thinking about something that you do…” Pause. “…that I like.” That seemed vague enough.

Peter raises his eyebrows.

“Something I do that you like?”

You nod.

“Is it… when I make corny science jokes?”

You shake your head.

“Huh, really thought that would be it,” he replies sarcastically.

“Is it… my dancing?” he asks.

“Nope. Not that either. You are a good dancer, though.”

He grins at that. He loved when you complimented him.

“Thanks. But if it’s not my jokes or my dancing, then what is it? Give me another hint.”

You try to think of something else.

“It’s something that most people don’t like.”

He squints.

“My… dancing…?”

You roll your eyes.

“No, Pete, it’s not your dancing. But while we’re on that subject, most people don’t like your corny jokes either.”

“Ouch.”

You both laugh. Pete thinks again for a moment. He’s drawing a blank.

“I’m gonna need another hint from you, missy.”

Time to think again. What else could you possibly say to him to make him understand?

Thinking…

Thinking…

…

There was only one more thing you could think to say. You shut your eyes so you didn’t have to see his reaction.

Here goes nothing…

“I only feel comfortable when you’re the one doing it… to me.”

Whoomp, there it is. Can’t take that shit back now.

You swear to God if he doesn’t figure it out now, you might just explode.

…

Silence.

…

More silence.

You opened one eye. You were greeted by a confused looking Pete, clearly still trying to put the puzzle pieces in the right places.

Time to explode.

“It’s something I do… that you like… that most people don’t like… and it’s something that you only let me do to you...” Pete looked like he was becoming more and more confused by the second. “What is something that I do to you… that most people don’t like?” he asked himself.

You watched in real time as the wheels turned. You saw the moment a lightbulb turned on. You started to brace yourself for what he was going to say.

“Oh, wait,”

I was wrong about earlier. NOW it’s time to explode.

A sly smile spread across his face.

Oh God. He knows.

“Are you thinking about-“

Don’t say it.

“-our little-”

Do NOT say it.

“-tickle fights?”

Fuck, he said it. He said the thing.

At this point, you couldn’t even answer him. Your entire face was burning. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. The only thing you could do was hide under the covers.

You hear Pete laughing. Now that he’s figured it out, you were gonna have to accept that you would never know a moment of peace for the rest of your life.

He lifted the blanket so he could see your face. Now you were hiding behind your hands.

“Why are you hiding from me?” he teased, knowing damn well why you were hiding from him.

“Stop teasing me!” you muffled.

He chuckled, “Why? Are you blushing?”

This boy just wouldn’t stop.

“How can I help teasing you when you act like this?” he purred.

He pulled the blanket over your heads so that both of you were under the covers.

“So, that’s what you were so afraid to tell me? You like it when I tickle you?”

You whimpered pathetically, doing your best to curl yourself into a ball. Pete enjoyed this.

“That’s what you were soooooo embarrassed to say this entire time?”

You did not appreciate that tone, which is exactly why he used it.

He placed his arms around your shoulders, cradling you. He rubbed your arm with his thumb, moving it back and forth. As much as he loved to fluster you, he also wanted you to feel comfortable telling him things like this.

“I don’t see what’s so embarrassing about that,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head.

You relaxed a little. As difficult as it was to have this conversation, you were grateful it happened. There were no more secrets between the two of you. You didn’t need to hide anymore.

You unraveled from the ball you were trying to turn into, snuggling closer to Peter.

You looked up at him. He looked down at you.

“There she is,” Pete said softly, admiring you.

You glared at him playfully before pushing your head into his chest.

“Aaaaaaand she’s hiding again,” he sighs. “When will you learn-” Pete takes hold of your wrist as he rolls on top of you, pinning it to the bed, “-that you can’t-” his other arm slithers around your waist, his hand now pinching at your side, “-hide from me?”

You did your best to try to wriggle out from underneath him, but you were trapped under his body weight. He was too strong. The only thing you could do was laugh.

“PEHEHETER, WAHAHAIT!” you screamed.

“Wait? Wait for what?” he continued to tickle you. “This is what you wanted, right?”

Yup.

“Oh wait, did you want me to tickle here?” he pinched a little higher towards your ribs. You screeched.

“Or maybe here?” he squeezed at your hip. “Or did you just want me to tickle all of these spots at the same time?” he moved his hand sporadically up and down your side.

It was unbearable. His fingers were so precise. Every move felt intentional. You were completely at his mercy, and it was everything you ever wanted.

Peter was having just as much fun. He loved the way you struggled beneath him. Your shrieking laughter was music to his ears. The way you insincerely begged him to stop only made him want to keep going.

The fact that you trusted him enough to let him do this to you made him feel so special. He spent so much of his time worrying about keeping you safe, constantly wondering if he was doing enough to protect you.

Knowing that you were okay with him putting you in such a vulnerable position made him feel like he had done something right. He was the only one who was allowed to touch you like this, and he did not take that for granted.

He stopped tickling you for a moment to pin your other wrist to the bed. He leaned down, acting like he wanted to whisper something to you.

“Hey, can I tell you a secret?” his breath hit your neck, giving you goosebumps.

This was his favorite way to tickle you. This was the way he discovered you were ticklish in the first place. The sensation was so intense that it made you fall into silent, wheezing laughter. That’s why he loved this method.

He knew that every time he said something, his breath sent you into hysterics.

“Please? I just need to tell you something real quick. It’s really important.”

“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR YOUR SEHEHECREHET,” you shouted as soon as you were able to breathe in.

“No, no, no, no, you’re gonna like it, I promise!” he lied.

You heard him inhale and you knew what was coming next.

“NONONONONONO DON’T-“ he blew a fat raspberry.

You let out one last scream before falling back into silent laughter.

Pete finally decided that you’d had enough. He kissed the sensitive area on your neck, then continued to peck upwards until he reached your cheek as you let out the last of your exhausted giggles.

He let go of your wrists and lifted the blanket, rolling back onto his side and pulling you into his embrace. He let you take the time to catch your breath.

Once your breathing slowed to a normal pace, he spoke.

“I love you so much, you know that?”

Of course you knew that.

“I love you more,” you replied.

Pete kissed you on the lips, letting it linger for a moment. He massaged your scalp as he held you, wishing he could just stay here with you forever. Then, he decided to be cheeky again.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to do that,” he said, “Just pin your arms down and tickle you.”

It only occurred to you then that he never attempted to hold your arms down before tonight. He’d sat on top of you, held you close to him so you couldn’t get away, and he got to your weak spots before you could cover them, but he never pinned your arms down.

“Why didn’t you do it sooner?” you joked.

He smiled, “Because I didn’t know that you wanted me to. I didn’t know you liked it that much,” he answered, “Besides, it’s not like you were putting up that much of a fight anyway. I thought it’d be too mean.”

Peter was many things. A superhero, a little shit, an asshole. But he was also incredibly considerate. You weren’t sure what you did to deserve this boy, but you were so happy you had him.

“But now that I know you do like it that much,” he said, “maybe next time I’ll web you to the bed and tickle you until it dissolves.”

I quite like that idea.

“Oh really?” you challenged him playfully.

“Mhmm. Maybe I’ll make a special batch of web fluid just for you.”

“A special batch?”

“Yup. I’ll make it last twice as long.”

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A/N: this is my first fic pls let me know if i did good or if i should never write anything ever again 👍

[shadowredfeline]

Five in One Post

For my Filipino Friend's National Dog Day Drawing

Looks really cute of how Spot, Rita and Aace got to be with Dogday for National Dog Day. Even Rita is great is helping with dogs whenever they're in need.

And for my Filipino Friend's Sketch Comic

It has been a while since you've done a sketch drawing, and same goes for me, because right now, i'm doing some sketches and then finish them on my Cellphone or IPad by editing out by adding the line art and color at the same time, which i know that's what our A-Pal does. But when you made the comic, ever since our A-Pal did that pic with Unikitty back in 2018, i was wanting to another drawing where we had Nicole, Richard and Anais get attack by the Giant Chicken from Family Guy because otherwise the three should no better into falsely accusing their sons. But if Panini saw Anais badly hurt by the Giant Chicken, maybe she can fight the Giant Chicken as well. But normally Mung Daal and Truffles are the only two who can also fight the Giant Chicken. And it'll be something the Giant Chicken would do is take a break from fighting Peter Griffin and fight someone else for a change.

And two Reponses for both my A-Pal and my Filipino Friend.

First off, i sometimes do drawings when i was in school and i can sometimes draw at work during my break or lunch time. But even one day when i get a better job somewhere else, i'm sure i'll find a great one that is perfect for me on writing, illustrating or even do Coding and voice acting. And i can sometimes draw when i'm over at social club anytime i don't want to craft something, and i can sometimes craft on something that i would like or am interested in.

Second Response.

I have remember Pig, Goat, Banana, Cricket. I wasn't a fan of that show myself, but i remember Phantomstrider has talked about it in Worst Nickelodeon shows since on the cartoon was ugly and gross, and that show was also trying to redo the Ren and Stimpy Style of how more Gross and Intense it is. But i do love We Bare Bears since it's a really good show on Cartoon Network, plus i also remember that my Aunt also likes that show too. When she used to be alive, we do talk about it anytime i used to hangout with my Aunt. And also, i know Shadow will be extra careful when he tries to avoid stepping through the flesh and the goo.

And a Response to the three,

That sandwich does look really good to what our G-Pal got for his lunch. And when you mentioned "Shells" It sounds like you're thinking of Gas station and it also has a minimart. And i remember that Gas Station company ever since i was young "Shells" Because ever since the 90s, i always remember another Gas Station company called "Texaco" Which it's another Gas Station i remember since the 90s. And yeah i hope the Mochi taste really good. Since i never had one ever since my sister brought me home some Macaroons. Which are also pretty good, and i'm always about the sweet sugary taste which i'm sure our OCs would enjoy anytime they crave a sweet tooth. But i only went to a shop that sells Boba Tea, and i know my sister has tried Boba tea before.

[nevermore-grimes]

I just saw @parasafterdark do this and I wanted to do it, too, so…

OC Ask Game - RED by @/isabellebissonrouthier

Let’s talk about Nevermore!!!

TW: Mentions of depression, suicidal ideation, trauma, death, killing, and sex under the cut

CRIMSON - What would it take for them to kill someone they know?

Depends on the someone. If it's someone she hates, she'd kill their ass for free. If it's someone she loves, not even the hand of God could make her ever even consider it.

SCARLET - How do they grieve?

*Counts on fingers* Drinking, refusing to cry, avoiding her feelings, contemplating ending it all. Just girlie things, ya know?

WINE - How do they act when drunk?

DO NOT GET THIS WOMAN DRUNK!!! She's a literal wild card when she's drunk, okay? Anything is possible. She could end up horny, angry, hungry, homicidal, sleepy, etc.

CHERRY - Why did you create them?

I wanted to be cooler, so I made someone cooler than me. Then, I gave her trauma for funzies!

STRAWBERRY - What part of them is most like you? Was this intentional?

Methinks you should refer to my answer to the last question.

RASPBERRY - Are they a virgin?

Ha!

WATERMELON - What is their greatest reason to get out of bed?

That changes with the "saga" of her life. Lemme break it down:

The Origins - A sense of duty The Macbethian Saga - Aerith The Hero Saga - A new sense of purpose The Inter-Dimensional Rift Saga - The excitement for a new lover The Pre-War Saga - All hell is slowly breaking loose. Fix this. Now. The War Saga - Desperation to protect her loved ones

APPLE - Messy or clean?

She's surprisingly clean! But that's probably because she's a minimalist. Constantly running from the law got her accustomed to packing light.

POMEGRANITE - Which myth would they relate to most?

Uhhhhhhhhh... I'm not very good with my myths, so I'm not sure how to answer this one.

JAM - Can they cook?

She can cook. She's no pro chef (*ehem* Chase *ehem*), but when it comes down to it, she can make some decent meals.

CANDY - Do they have a sweet tooth?

YES!!! ALWAYS!!!

BLOOD - What would they do if they saw a stranger's corpse?

This is the norm for her. She's so desensitized to death, it rarely fazes her. So, she'd just go about her day. If she didn't kill them, that's not her problem.

GORE - If they were asked to fight in a war, would they fight or run away?

Nevermore's been fighting the same war for about three years now (in Thisverse time), so I think it's safe to say she's not running away any time soon...

RUBY - What do they consider most precious/valuable?

Aerith, Loki, Michael, and Peter. No hesitation. Nevermore holds them so close to her heart that even the idea of parting with them makes her stomach churn.

GARNET - If they had to kill someone, what method would they choose?

Had to or wanted to? Mwahahahahaha! If Nevermore had to kill someone, she'd just use her goddess-given Elemental powers. If she wanted to kill someone, she'd get creative. That's when she's bringing out the big and flashy spells, or she's using close-range manmade weapons to make her kill more... "intimate". And don't even get me started on when she incites her Bloodlust!

BLUSH - Who flusters them most?

Loki. It's always Loki. There's just something about him that makes Nevermore blush like a fool and basically lose all brain function, lmaooo!

LIPSTICK - What is their love language?

Physical touch. That, and suffocating overprotection. Girlie does not know when to let go.

KISS - Who did they last kiss?

*Sighs in disapproval* Peter Quill... This was to the knowledge and comfort of her boyfriends, of course! We don't do that cheating stuff here, especially because Nevermore was once cheated on. She'd never do that to someone else, let alone someone she loves.

ROSE - What gift would they most wish to receive from a lover?

Nevermore actually hates receiving gifts. She was never comfortable with the idea of people she cares about going out of their way to spend resources on making her happy. All she needs to be happy is them. That, or sex.

POPPY - Do they believe in a god?

The Macbethians actually have their own goddess. La Tierra Madre ("The Earth Mother") is worshipped as the creator of the first Elemental Four. (Named Andrix, Nash, Alek, and Archer, if you were curious.)

That being said, Nevermore is an athiest through-and-through. No gods for her!

[madellaine]

Your mother wouldn't approve of how my mother raised me But I do, I think I do And you're an all-American boy I guess I couldn't help trying to be your best American girl

Birthday — Feb.15, 2001 Zodiac Sign — Aquarius Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Libra Rising MBTI — ENFP Enneagram — Type 4 Primary Vice — Lust Primary Virtue — Charity  Element — Air 

Overview:

Mother — Mariana Hsu  Father — Unknown  Mother’s Occupation — owner of a gift shop (Sea Hagg) Father’s Occupation — unknown Family Finances — lower middle-class Birth Order — Only child Brothers —  N/A Sisters — N/A Other Close Family — Not blood family, but her three “aunts”! Aunt Beryl, Auntie Tammy-Mae, and Tia Lupe  Best Friend — Stella Jones, who lived down the street; Peter, her best friend she was toooootally in love with in middle school but it was not meant to be because of incompatible sexuality  Other Friends — various that I will come up with later <3  Enemies —  none really  Pets — various cats Home Life During Childhood — incredibly loved, if in an eclectic home environment.  Town or City Name(s) — Silver Key, Florida  What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like — messy. Lots of knick knacks. Books everywhere. Candles everywhere. Lots of half-finished crafts.  Any Sports or Clubs — president of her school’s very small yearbook club, was on the very small cheerleading squad Favorite Toy or Game — loved to play dress up and play pretend Schooling — went to public school (traveled by ferry!) for grades K through 12, then went to Florida Atlantic University on a scholarship for college, majoring in English  Favorite Subject — English Popular or Loner — Her school was super tiny, so she knew everyone and was generally well-liked.  Important Experiences or Events — honestly graduating high school and college was a big deal for her family!!!  Nationality — American Culture — American, dashed with water magic, dashed with some Chinese Religion and beliefs — vague merfolk spirituality 

Physical Appearance:

Face Claim —  Havana Rose Liu Complexion — Peachy  Hair Colour — Light brown Eye Colour — Green Height — 5’5” Build — Lean, with soft curves Tattoos — Seashell on her ankle Piercings — Double on her ears Common Hairstyle — Long, loose waves Clothing Style —  eclectic, whimsical, boho, lots of mismatched patterns; she also tends to wear very revealing clothes, because she grew up on the beach and running around in your bikini was just, like, totally normal and not something people batted their eyes at  Mannerisms — walks like she’s floating  Usual Expression —

Health:

Overall (do they get sick easily)? — she’s gonna be in for a shock with cold and dry weather lemme tell you  Physical Ailments — nothing, beyond the usual mermaid need to be more hydrated than the average person Neurological Conditions — none Allergies —  she will discover that she has a horrible pollen allergy her first spring in Swynlake that she’s never had to deal with while living in Florida <3  Grooming Habits — loves self-care and probably spends too much money for her budget on expensive skincare products Sleeping Habits — either too much or too little, rarely an in-between  Eating Habits — p indulgent, has a big sweet tooth  Exercise Habits —  fit enough, prefers doing group classes especially dance and pilates  Emotional Stability — she feels very passionately in all directions Sociability — Very outgoing, loves to meet new people Addictions — Nah Drug Use — Will try stuff, but not super regularly  Alcohol Use — Social drinker

Your Character’s Character:

Bad Habits — impulsive, has a bit of a temper, reckless, tends to over romanticize everything and anything  Good Habits — kind-hearted, curious, imaginative, optimistic  Best Characteristic — she sees so much beauty in the world, that you will be charmed and maybe believe yourself to be beautiful too  Worst Characteristic — reckless and has very little self-preservation  Worst Memory — the big big fight with her mom when she found the photograph; that was the fight that really kinda shattered their previously close relationship and solidified Maddy’s decision to try and find her dad; they’ve patched up but there is a wound there that hasn’t quite healed yet  Best Memory — when she graduated high school, the aunts and her mom took her on a big special trip to New York City Proud of — her writing, her family, her curated ~aesthetic, her individuality  Embarrassed by — sometimes she gets a little insecure about her weird home life and finances, but it depends on the crowd she’s with  Driving Style — chaotic af, speeds, drives with one leg hiked up. Her car back home was a used yellow VW beetle named Daisy Mae (RIP Daisy Mae — Maddy sold her to have some cash).  Strong Points — Passionate, curious, individualistic, wears her heart on her sleeve, compassionate  Attitude — Cheerful, positive, outgoing, go-getter!  Weakness — Moody, flighty, too idealistic, doesn’t like being told she’s wrong Fears — being insignificant  Phobias — nothing serious Secrets — her true intentions in Swynlake (for now)  Regrets — that big fight with her mom which COULDVE BEEN AVOIDED IF HER MOM HAD TOLD HER  Feels Vulnerable When — Pet Peeves — moms <3 who <3 lie <3  :))))))))))))) Conflicts — gurl you literally have the coolest found family in the world why are you chasing after your nonexistent father figure <3  Motivation — find that nonexistent father figure, and eventually herself ~~~~  Short Term Goals and Hopes — have a great time in Swynlake and do her little Eurotrip gap year and learn about herself and write a book about her experiences and make out with a lot of hot people  Long Term Goals and Hopes — become a renowned author who wins many awards  Sexuality — bisexual  Exercise Routine  — decently fit, prefers group workout classes, does yoga and stuff  Day or Night Person — Day! Introvert or Extrovert — Extrovert! Optimist or Pessimist — Eternally optimistic  Greatest Want — lead a beautiful and wonderful life Greatest Need — accept that sometimes life isn’t so beautiful and wonderful, and that’s okay

Likes and Styles:

Music — Indie pop. Books — Everything! She reads a lot. She has a wide range of reading, though I will say she’s a wee bit snobbish when it comes to, like, popular fiction. But still. She’ll read it. She’ll probably like it. She’ll just say that her favorite book is Anna Karenina, instead <3  Foods —  Key lime pie! It’s delicious. She has a sweet tooth. Also loves this quick lazy stir fry noodles her mom makes.  Drinks — Pina coladas (and getting caught in the rain ~). Also orange juice.  Animals — dolphins! Also manatees  Sports —  Auntie Tammy-Mae was a HUGE football person, despite the fact that no one else in the family was, so they followed pro sports and Maddy has a weird loyalty to the Miami Dolphins  Social Issues — very pro Magick  Favorite Saying — I literally never know what to put here.  Color — Oranges, pinks, and yellows.  Clothing — eclectic, boho, whimsical Jewelry — wears a lot of rings and necklaces and earrings <3 likes big stones over jewels  Games — lots of Sims; only has a Nintendo Switch and does like Animal Crossing and Pokemon and other more lowkey games; wouldn’t consider herself a Gamer ™ though  TV Shows — likes anime and animated shows and lots of cartoons, but also a lot of historical shows and romances. Probably loves Fruits Basket and Sailor Moon and the classic shojo shows instead of shonen  Movies — basically the same as above. Really into Your Name/Suzume and the rest of Shinkai’s work. 

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:

Home — Benbow Apartments, 4D  Household furnishings — it’s still pretty sparse, but she’s slowly and surely making it a place of her own!  Favorite Possession — her journal!!!!!!!!!  Most Cherished Possession — it was her VW Bug Daisy Mae </3; now it’s her stuffed rabbit Piper  Neighborhood — Benbow Apartment Complex Town or City Name — Swynlake Married Before — Nope! Significant Other Before — various girlfriends and boyfriends through high school and college Children —  None!  Relationship with Family — She was so close to her mom all growing up and in the past couple of years they’ve started to have a rift, and it’s still friendly but there’s something there that neither of them have been able to bridge…… Car — RIP Daisy Mae, you were a real one Career —  bartender/bookshop clerk/writer Dream Career —  writer <3 Dream Life —  being a successful writer who gets interviewed by the New Yorker when her new books come out Love Life —  single and ready to mingle  Talents or Skills — writing, she’s also crafty, has a perfectly curated instagram too <3  Intelligence Level — she got pretty good grades, struggled a bit in college compared to high school especially in classes that required a lot of memorization of boring material, but she excelled anytime she had to analyze Finances — she’s simply trying not to think too much about this, thank you very much 

[trashywormeateroffics]

The right universe.

Summary: After Y/N's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. Somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the MCU, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. Suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. How will she react? Will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? Or will she let them consume her? Will she be open to accept the love she is offered? Read to find out!

Read this on AO3! 

Category: F/M.

Relationships: Loki/reader.

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, other minor appearances of other characters but these are the main ones, Pepper Potts, Loki (Marvel).

Additional tags: Loki/reader - Freeform, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffyfest, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining a lot because we love to suffer, Domestic Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is a parental figure, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Everyone is a good bro, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, y/n, After Infinity War but no one died and the purple bitch was defeated, Missions, Y/N is a universe traveller, Grief, Therapy, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki in love.

MASTERLIST OF THE STORY

Chapter 16: I'm sorry.

When he opened his door he wasn't expecting to see Agent Romanoff there.

“Y/N told me to tell you to go to her room, it's urgent.” He nodded and she left.

Teleporting to her room, he prepared himself for rejection. When he knocked, she opened the door and smiled at him.

“Hey Loki, come in.” He came in but just stood there, in the middle of the room. “Sit.” She told him, and he did.

“The spy said you asked for me, that it was urgent?” He asked, nervously.

“Right, it's not urgent. I mean, it is, but it's fine. It's not bad, I just thought if she didn't tell you it was urgent you wouldn't come.”

“Why wouldn't I?”

“Because, and correct me if I'm wrong, you think that I'm angry with you. For what happened with Tony.”

“And you are not?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“With you? No! Why would I be mad at you?” She asked him, smiling confusedly.

“The fight was about me… being with you.” He said, unsure.

“Loki,” she grabbed both his hands and wrapped her own hands around them, tightly. “You did nothing wrong. Nothing. Tony was the one who was saying awful things about you.”

“Awful, but true.” He said, saddened.

“Don't say that. It's not- It's not true.” Y/N sighed. “First of all, you weren't insane, that disgusting purple man forced you to do it, and I remember the words he said to you if you failed. Yes, you may have been a bit conscious, but you had an anger and sadness so deep that it was rotting you from the inside out, and he took advantage of that. Second of all, you are kind, compassionate, caring, sweet, funny, smart, cunning, eloquent, shut me up or I'll use all the positive words in the english dictionary, and when I'm done, I'll use the words in the spanish one. You are many good, and maybe annoying, depending on the circumstances, things, but you are not insane.”

“And a war criminal?”

“Seriously? That's what you got hung up on after all I said?” She asked, laughing in disbelief. “A war criminal is a state, not a personality trait, and you kind of started a tiny bit of a war here on earth, against it, so, yeah, you are a war criminal. But a lovely one.” She said, trying to cheer him on. But he was so serious, so unreadable at that moment, that what he did next shocked her. Loki leaned in and hugged her so tightly against his chest that she felt her air being choked out.

“Loki… I… Can't… Breathe.” She let out and he loosened his tight hold on her, but still held her as close as possible to him.

“Sorry,” he breathed out.

“It's okay,” she said, hugging him back just as tightly.

They stayed like that for a while, Loki whispering a thank you now and then and Y/N shrugging it off, saying it was nothing. When they pulled away, after what felt like hours, or mere seconds, he smirked.

“What now?” She asked, faking exasperation.

“Do you think I'm lovely?” He asked, knowingly.

“The loveliest,” she answered so quickly that it shocked him, and made a pink tint appear on his cheeks.

“Are you blushing?” She gasped. “Did I just make the fearsome God of Mischief blush?”

“N-no,” he cleared his throat, looking anywhere but her eyes.

“Loki,” he hummed but didn't look at her. “Look at me.” He did, nervously. “You. Are. Beautiful.”

“Stop it mortal!” He growled and Y/N's laugh rang out in the room.

“Aww, you're adorable when you're embarrassed!” She said in a high pitched voice.

“I am not adorable.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No.”

“Yes.” She contradicted him. “Adorable.” She decreeded. Loki rolled his eyes, still flushed.

“Whatever, I don't care what a mortal says about me.”

“Oh Lokes, you're gonna have to do better than that to hurt me, I know you too well to be wounded by that.” He smirked and got so close to her she could feel his breath on her lips.

“Maybe I do not want to hurt you.”

“I-I kn-” Y/N stuttered out and it made his smirk grow wider. He moved away from her and leaned back on his palms. “Jerk.” She said and he let out a loud laugh.

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The next two days, Y/N went from her room to train and back. She didn't cross paths with Tony, nor did she want to. That was until he went to talk to her while she was training.

“Y/N.” She heard his voice but kept punching the boxing bag. “Kid.” She closed her eyes tightly.

“What?” He moved closer to where she was and stood in front of her, grabbing her gloves and stopping the punching, looking at her with a serious expression on his face.

“We need to talk,” he stated.

“I don't have anything to say,” she said, moving her hands from his grasp.

“Okay, I do.” The billionaire sighed. “Im… I… I know I said some things that were not… ideal-”

“Is this your way of saying sorry?” She asked, frowning questioningly.

“Yes! Great! You understood.” He said, sighing in relief. “So, are we okay now?”

“No, we are not. You didn't apologize or clarify that you know what hurt me and why.” He sighed again, rubbing his face with his hands.

“I'm sorry about saying those things about Reindeer Games, I know he's your… friend.” Y/N was so disappointed that he didn't apologize for the real thing that hurt her that she turned to leave.

“No, wait!” Tony exclaimed and grabbed some boxing gloves that were next to a bench. She turned around. “I challenge you to a fight that you will win.”

“Isn't that supposed to be revealed after the fight?” She cocked an eyebrow.

“This is not a standard fight, I will let you win so you can take out your anger and we'll finally be okay.”

“Are you trying to save yourself the embarrassment of losing by disguising this as a therapeutic technique?”

Tony got into a fighting stance.

“Come on! Less talking, more punching.”

Y/N crossed her arms against her chest and just stared at him, her face cold. “Oh, you're scared you can't win against the great Iron Man?” She knew what he was doing, he was trying to get to her by implying that she was scared of fighting him; but it was not that that bothered her, rather the fact that he clearly couldn't see that she wasn't just angry, that she was truly hurt. Which in return, made her anger come out.

She marched towards him so fast that he couldn't process what was happening, until a hard pain could be felt in his jaw. He swung at her but missed, and she took it as an opportunity to punch him in his stomach and make him trip to the floor kicking the back of his knees.

“Ouch!” The billionaire whined like a child, but Y/N didn't pay attention to it, she just kept punching his torso, anywhere, everywhere. “Kid!”

“You. Are. An. Asshole!” She said between punches. “You. Hurt. Me.”

She kept punching him while he was trying to dodge as many punches as he could, until a sob escaped her and, covering her face with the gloves, she started crying, on her knees.

Tony got up from the floor as he could and kneeled in front of her, at her height.

“Hey,” he said. “I'm sorry, I really am Y/N.” She wiped her tears with her forearm and sniffled.

“What are you truly sorry for?” He gave her a knowing look and took a deep breath.

“I'm sorry for saying that it was a mistake to let you join the team, and for making you feel like I didn't want you anymore.”

“Tony,” she sniffled, “you guys are my family, you-” another sob escaped her. “You are-” She stopped, she couldn't say it.

“I know,” he said. “You too. That's why I'm sorry, because what I said was awful but most importantly, it wasn't true.”

“Then why did you say it?” Y/N asked, her voice choked up from the heavy crying. She was looking up at him with red and blotchy eyes, which shattered his heart.

“Because I was angry and people say stupid things when they are angry. And I was also jealous because it seems that you'd rather spend time with Reindeer Games than anyone, and... I miss you.” He admitted.

“But Tony, you see me everyday.”

“Yes, but we don't do much more than small talk most days, and I do that with everyone. It means nothing.” He looked at her. “And you don't come to the lab anymore.” It was true, she was spending that time in the early morning with Loki in the library. When she encountered him one day there and found out that he was also an early bird, she was relieved. She wouldn't bother Tony anymore, but perhaps he wasn't bothered by her at all.

“You're right,” she said. “I'm sorry, I love spending time with you, I just didn't want to annoy you.”

“Kid, I want you to annoy me.” He said, as if it was obvious.

“Okay, from now on every afternoon I'm going to go to the lab and work with you.” He grinned.

“Perfect, I shall be expecting you then.” He nodded. “Now, can we get up from the floor, my knees feel flat.” Y/N laughed and nodded.

As they were leaving, she asked:

“Are you still working on the invisibility cloak? Because I've been reading a bit about it and I have a few theories on why it isn't working and how it could.”

“Look at my little philanthropist, they grow up so fast!” He said in a dramatic voice, wiping a fake tear from his eye and making Y/N laugh.

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“You did it, Y/N! You cracked invisibility!” Bruce said, so excited he seemed like a child.

“Kid, you're a genius.” Tony said to her.

“I know I know,” she responded. “God! Beauty and intelligence, what don't I have?” She asked no one in particular. Loki, Clint and Thor, who were standing there since Y/N had called them to see her try her theory out, just stared at her.

“Modesty.” Clint said. She shrugged it off with a movement of her hand and said: “That's just for losers.” Which made Loki smile.

“Alright!” Tony clapped his hands, “Tonight we are eating dinner out! Go get ready, everyone. F.R.I.D.A.Y, let everyone know we are going to get dinner out tonight and to get ready.” He said to the AI.

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[bukojuiice]

— their wedding day with you.

ೃ pairings: (izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, x fem! reader)

ೃ  tags: headcanons, tooth rotting fluff

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-  you and your fiancé, katsuki, were arguing over the venue and the theme of the wedding. he wanted it to be a simple ceremony. perhaps taking place at just a regular event place- whilst you wanted the venue to be at a beach. 

- it was a dream you had always wanted while innocently planning your wedding as a kid. so why not make it a reality?

-        The two of you peacefully decided on it over rock paper scissors. You won so… the beach wedding it is.

-        (Katsuki actually loved the idea of the beach wedding as much as you did. He just didn’t want to admit it.)

-        coral blue and oceana palettes, luscious palm trees swaying with the wind coming from the sea, the calming sound and view of the ocean, coral and shell designs hung everywhere, tables and chairs with little boho and aquatic inspired designs.

-        mitsuki bakugo insisted on making your wedding dress. you were overjoyed and deeply touched by her sweet gesture. As she wants the best for her beautiful and loving daughter in law after all.

-        The dress was one of the most angelic and heavenly gowns you have ever seen in your entire life. a long graphic lace gown with an open back and the edges of your white dress had frills like that of a mermaid tail. you wore a shell bracelet, to match with katsuki’s.

-        kirishima and kaminari jokingly dared bakugo to wear a tuxedo heavily inspired by the dc superhero, aquaman to keep the beach theme going. of course, katsuki ignored their suggestions and little jokes, opting for something of his usual style. his suit partially unbuttoned, tan rolled up-pants and matching shell bracelets with you.

- as you walk down the aisle, katsuki could not think of anything but the bursting feeling inside of him saying that this was it. this serendipitous event was going to signify the start of his life... his life with you.  

- your beauty and radiance was like that of a mermaid, your (h/c) hair flowing with the wind and the ocean was there as if practically glowing for you. whereas he felt like a mere pirate who could do nothing but watch you from afar as he sailed the shores.

- yet here you are, about to approach him, to finally begin this momentous event.

- the gentle mermaid fell in love with the aggressive pirate. how sweet.

- you insisted on playing songs from the little mermaid during your walk down the aisle and during the reception, sadly, katsuki disapproved of both. with a little convincing and a dozen of cute pouty faces later, he agreed to have someone play a romantic song. just one.

- the two of you decided on someone performing a beautiful rendition of “can’t take my eyes off of you” 

-        bakugo was about to cry while reciting his vows. Almost. He was totally going to shed some tears after the wedding ceremony, for only you to see, and before the two of you make your appearance at the reception.

- the wedding and the reception ends wonderfully as fireworks began to pop in the sky, colorful swirls as if they were coloring the sky, with one of the firecrackers even shaped as a heart. the reception continues with people dancing, and while your husband wasn’t one for festivities and dancing, he would give this day a pass as you bring him to the middle of the dance floor as the two of you dance the night away.

- “you’re just too good to be true...  Can't take my eyes off of you~ you'd be like Heaven to touch, i wanna hold you so much~”

-        shoto wants the most important day of his life to be reminiscent of a fairy tale as he wasn’t able to experience the wonder and the beauty of it as a child.

-        to keep the theme consistent, he rents out a quaint recreational woodland not far from the city.

-        he wants it to be perfect just for you especially since you’ve been dreaming of living a fairy tale for such a long time… and here you are now about to fulfill that dream.

-        the wedding starting at dusk, twinkling lights and garlands hanging around the trees, fairy lights sprawled about, blooming archways, lilac ash and sandstone pallets, long romantic banquet, and guests composed of his closest friends and family.

-        you’re dressed in a beautiful white (with pastel blue accents) floofy dress reminiscent of a fairy. embroidered with vines, satin flowers, and butterfly accents. instead of a veil, you’re wearing a flower crown decorated with pretty white daisies and leaves.

-        whilst shoto was wearing a suit reminiscent of peter pan. an exquisite blue suit with a peter pan lily as his boutonnière.

-        As soon as he sees you walking down the aisle, tears were about to stream down from his cheeks.

- the whole todoroki fam are at the brink of tears too, as these were one of the very rare times they see the youngest todoroki with the biggest smile and most blissful look on his face. 

-        All of the guests stand up, each seat has one thin branch with attached handcrafted butterflies and fireflies for them to hold up and to illuminate your way to Shoto.

-        A musician strums their guitar and begins to sing “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Presley.

-        He’s just beyond delighted to see you. As if flowers were blooming with every step you take, approaching closer and closer to him.

- “wise men say... only fools rush in... but I can’t help falling in love with you...”

-        You looked ethereal. Like a dawning light.

-        You continue to walk down the aisle, looking back at him. All the pure love and adoration you have visible in your eyes.

- midway through your vows, shoto couldn’t take it anymore and the tears just flowed down his face. you giggle lightly, the other guests were snickering along.  you bring him into a hug, kissing his tear-imprinted face as the two of you continue with the ceremony.

- It felt like an absolute dream. This was the best day of both of your lives after all.

-        “And they lived happily ever after.”

- you and izuku  just wanted a simple yet still fancy backyard wedding. 

- as the two of you wanted to spend most of your budget on traveling the world for your honeymoon trip instead.

- you could still make things absolutely beautiful and pleasing to look at after all. with your amazing teamwork and working on the planning together, you could manifest a delightful wedding. 

- there wasn’t a particular theme per se. both you and izu weren’t really ones to go into specifics anyway. you just wanted to replicate a very light and airy feeling that can be seen in most dreamy weddings.

-  string lights hung everywhere, a huge whimsical canopy was built up on the yard with two iridescent chandeliers hanging on the inside, draped fabrics and lush, interwoven greenery, mint and powdered colored accents, and a mini bar at the entrance.

- all of the heroes that izuku had known all his life were invited to the wedding. and of course, they wouldn’t miss it for the world. with practically everyone attending the #1 hero’s big day.

- with the help of the girls from class 1-a and after several hours of trying on the most beautiful dresses, your heart was set on an embroidered tulle and crepe white gown. instead of a veil, you opted for a  white crown headpiece, resembling that of a halo. 

- izuku on the other hand, at the behest of the boys of class 1-a, wanted him to wear something extravagant that could woo you. izuku disliked all the suits that they made him try out and instead went for a black suit jacket, dark blue dress shirt, and to complete the look, a cute little bow tie. 

- you walk down the aisle, holding a bouquet of flowers, your calming and ever so beaming presence felt like the light that he had been looking for all his life.

-  izuku could just stare at you lovingly like this if he could. he fights the tears welling up in his eyes, but he knows he’s going to break soon.

- and he does. as soon as he starts reciting his vows, izuku begins to weep. the genuineness and the love that you could hear from his voice and from the emotions he was showing right now made you feel so warm inside. 

- you hug him and squeeze both of his hands tight as he calmly yet emotionally goes through the entirety of his vow. 

- at the reception, inko and all might offer a special toast to you and izuku. their speech composed mostly of doting words and a lot of light-hearted “parent” jokes. 

- dekusquad + bakugo came up to the stage too to give their chaotic toast to the groom and bride, and the atmosphere and the mood became even more fun and lighthearted.

- as a surprise, you and izuku prepared a short musical number. the two of you were going to duet stand by me by ben e. king.

-  “when the night has come... and the land is dark... and the moon is the only light we'll see~ no I won't be afraid... oh, I won't be afraid. just as long as you stand, stand by me~”

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[theresthesnitch]

October 31, 2021

Dearest Readers, 

This is the last entry in our series, and the last entry in Lily’s diary. We sincerely appreciate your attention to this piece, and we have shared your letters and notes with the Potter Family. They have expressed their gratitude for your sympathy and kind thoughts. 

Today, on the fortieth anniversary of James and Lily Potter’s death, we remember the brave sacrifice that they made for Harry, and ultimately for all of the wizarding world, and the young lives that were lost on that fateful day. 

Thank you, James and Lily, for your sacrifice. We are eternally grateful and endlessly sorry that it had to end this way. 

Sincerely, 

Gerald R. Abbott

Editor

October 31, 1981

I love Halloween. There’s just something magical in the air. The muggle version of something magical, of course. Like anticipation or expectancy. There’s something coming. Something big. 

Maybe it’s just because it was always the halfway point in the semester. Or maybe it’s just the way everything has turned from the greens of summary to the browns and golds of fall. Maybe it’s the way everyone celebrates. 

I don’t know exactly, but Halloween has always felt magical, even before I knew that magic really existed in the world. 

Continue reading on page 6. 

James and I spent a while this morning going through the old photo albums of Harry’s first year. I’m so glad that we have so many pictures. The year was hard, between the war and being new parents. It could have easily turned out that we didn’t have any pictures of Harry. 

The pictures are such a lovely reminder of when things were happy, even in this dark war. There’s one thing that is similar between all of the pictures: Harry. 

He’s such a little bundle of joy and light. The picture of his first steps doesn't show Sirius patching up Remus in the background after a bad mission, it just shows Harry and the absolute joy on James’s face as Harry placed one foot in front of the next. 

The picture of the night Harry crawled across the living room chasing the cat doesn’t show that James had his arm in a sling following an injury that had him out of Order work for six weeks. Instead, we see that silly cat pressing away and Harry trailing behind. I can practically feel Harry’s giggle as he follows. 

The picture of me dancing with Harry in the kitchen doesn’t show that we just found out that Marlene was dead. Instead, it shows his sweet little head tucked against my neck, and a lock of my hair curled in his chubby little hand. 

Harry’s first tooth pictures hides the worry in the air before Remus left on his longest mission--more than 4 months without word from him. Harry’s first smile picture doesn’t show the night that Peter showed up in tears unable to tell us what happened. The picture of Harry chewing on the end of his broomstick doesn’t show Sirius grimacing from the Skelegrow and from the mistreatment of his present. 

We have the happy memories of this time, even with the horrible ones. We have been so incredibly lucky, and in the same moment, so incredibly broken. We’ve had good and bad. We’ve had ups and downs. Having a baby was not the worst thing that could have happened to us during a war. He has been our light and our life in this darkness. 

We put Harry down for a nap, and James and I were finally able to really discuss what this would mean. We’re having a baby. A perfect, beautiful little baby. Maybe the little Snitch will be the light that gets us through the next bit of darkness.  

We are going to have to figure out how to fight. I don’t know what fighting looks like when we are locked in this little house, but we owe it to the little Snitch. We owe it to Harry. And more than anything, we owe it to ourselves too. 

I’m not willing to give up a whole life of watching our baby grow. Our two perfect, beautiful, little babies. 

Harry is waking up, so I have to end this for now. James and I are going to share our favorite Halloween traditions with him tonight. And tomorrow? Tomorrow we will figure out how to keep fighting. For our friends. For Harry. For our little Snitch. For all of the tomorrows we still have yet to come. 

Happy Halloween

[tinyyoungblood]

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post sum of those drafts

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

a/n: you asked and you shall receive. here are very random scraps that i pieced together and somehow it worked lol enjoy x

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the avengers on long bus rides

long bus rides are the only times where the world is balanced and at peace (forced smile from steve)

it’s also the only times when everyone will chime in on those sea shanties that steve loves so much, so that’s a plus

the team knows that their captain is a sea shanty WHORE so they always go all out for him and do harmonies and quite impressive choreos

once they’ve run out of sea shanties, they switch to musicals and it’s kind of like football jocks meet theatre kids

everyone has their troy bolten moment at some point, but it’s loki who really shines

he gets really passionate and ends up singing all parts and no one can blame him because mans got the voice of an angel and he knows it

nat is super supportive and cheers him on while recording everything. no one questions why she has a folder on her phone that is called “blackmail material”

tony likes to show his support by throwing money at loki

the others reenact that scene from harry potter where harry tries to catch hogwarts letters falling from the ceiling although there are loads of them perfectly lying on the floor

they fight tooth and nail to catch the money with a ferocity that puts the gods in shame

peter shoots his webs to pin the dollar bills to the wall like he suddenly got a lifelong supply of them and clint acts like his arrows are made of harmless rubber

rhodey joins in, puts on his suit, and almost blasts happy ✨to death✨while trying to catch a one-dollar bill

happy swerve the bus off a cliff and someone screams

(it was loki)

wanda has to save them and proceeds to bench them all for an hour

bucky, friend to no vehicles, is grumpy the entire time but y/n has made it her temporary calling to cheer him up

“i don’t like vehicles and this is why” *y/n whips out a duffel bag and slaps it* “yea, well, but what are your thoughts on sudokus”

bucky curls up in the back like the senior citizen that he is, sandwiched between y/n and bruce with a lifelong supply of sudokus scattered around him

they quietly help each other out and it’s very wholesome

tony and peter can fall asleep anywhere on the bus with their necks and limbs turned at all kinds of unnatural angles and sam winces before tearing his eyes from them

he makes a mental note to buy them neck pillows

nat suggests playing ‘i spy’ because it seems less lethal than the yellow car game but clint, sam, and thor get way too enthusiastic about it

they have their faces pressed against the window, eyes wide and unblinking, unaware that they’re frightening half of the people sitting in the passing cars

at some point, they lose all sense and just randomly name everything

“i spy with my little eye something that is red” “that car” “no” “that car” “no” “clint’s sweater” “it’s not—” “bucky’s pen, the flowERS, MY SHOES, THE SKY”

rhodey and nat are surprisingly good at that game and their calm demeanour drives the others insane

“fine. i spy with my stupid little eye something that is amber—” “bottom left button on the inside of loki’s overcoat, try again”

wanda and vision are in charge of lunch and handing out lunch boxes to everyone is a delight to them and a very. scary experience for the rest of the team

“here you go, buck. a turkey sandwich with cut off crust and extra tomatoes” “oh you didn’t have to cut off—” “😠but you like it. don’t you😠” “...yes”

peter and y/n are sharing a seat and y/n shows him her online purchases on her phone. peter is really sweet the entire time and comments on everything with genuine interest until rhodey pipes up from behind them

“you ordered new shoes? y/n, you don’t even go outside enough to justify wearing shoes”

they shush him and proceed to share headphones to listen to peter’s current favourite songs

at some point, tony announces, “alright ladies and gentlegerms, cap is making us stop the bus so we can get out and go for a two-mile jog through the woods *unenthusiastic jazz hands* if anyone wants to fling us off a cliff again, now is the time, i repeat—”

they still end up running and it’s insufferable. it’s hot and musty and just ~unpleasant~

somehow the avengers have evolved into a chaotic Debate Team and now they’re discussing who gets to be carried by thor and bucky

at an intersection, the two of them stop to catch their breath and they’re both just staring at each other, sweaty and covered in avengers hanging off their limbs

thor, prying loki off his back: “i’m sorry but we’re gonna have to do something different here”

y/n is hopping off bucky’s back when there’s suddenly a loud, ugly sound reverberating through the forest, followed by many footsteps that seem to come closer by the second

they run

branches keep tearing at their skin as they bolt through the woods but they’re not stopping because it’s clear what is happening right now

they’re being chased by wild boars

at this point they’re just embracing death and if they survive it’s a bonus

a boar comes running towards bucky and wanda but bucky “i have been falling for 90 years and i’m sick of it” barnes stares it straight in the eye, daring it to knock them over and the boar just squirms and make a u-turn

another wild boar seems to have decided that clint is not part of the herd because it sends clint FLYING in a quite impressive and beautiful arc

steve tries to ditch clint and train the boar

clint wasn’t hurt by the fall, but he stares at steve as if he might as well have broken a rib

they’re back on the bus and happy cocks a brow when he sees that everyone is exhausted and covered in dirt. he chooses to say nothing when nat climbs in with loki half-leaning on her for support and glaring broodily at the floor

everyone just wants to sleep and forget that the avengers were almost defeated by boars but bruce and sam keep bickering in the front row

“it’s too bright in here” “it’s the sun” “the lights get too noisy” “…what” “make it stop” “what do you want me to do?? turn off the sun???”

peter and y/n are huddled in a seat again, sharing headphones to drone out the noise and the moment he hits play, y/n looks at him blankly

peter, shrugging: “what? my 7 songs still go hard”

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what are your seven songs that still go hard? pls tell me bc i desperately need new music <3 stay hydrated pals

hc masterlist

[tickle-bugs]

Justice League Headcanons

So...yeah. Blame @fickle-tiction and @fanficsandfluff but I can’t get JL out of my head. I know next to nothing in terms of canon and I only enjoy a handful of DC movies, so this is the beginning of what I am calling the BEU (Bug Extended Universe). 

Essentially, in the words of Nick Fury, ‘I recognize your canon, but seeing as it’s a stupid-ass canon, I have elected to ignore it :)’. A mish-mash of everything I’ve learned about DC through osmosis and my own personal vibe checks :)

This is absurdly long so everything is under the cut:

Clark Kent

- Superman? NO, Superdork. 

- He’s extremely clumsy. If he wasn’t as fast as a speeding bullet he’d get his ass handed to him ten times over. He has two left feet. 

- He has a sweet tooth like no one’s business. Lois once found him perched on the kitchen counter at 3 am eating the donuts she brought home from work. 

- Super playful and affectionate! King of bear hugs! Country boy I love youuuuuuu

- Curses like a sailor. Do you really think Clark ‘Smallville, Kansas’ Kent is wholesome? He stubbed his toe once and yelled FUCK so loud that the windows vibrated. Everyone who isn’t in the league thinks he’s a boyscout but the league knows the truth. 

- Forgets about his powers a lot. He has been known to run through walls/take doors off their hinges when he’s excited. 

- Goblin. He loves messing with Bruce and roping Barry into his schemes. 

- Clark being ticklish is actually smth that can be so personal? His laugh is so loud and he always goes ‘sorry’ and tries to be quieter but it does NOT work. He has flight instincts more than fight instincts so he often starts unconsciously floating away when he’s tickled it’s so cute. He giggles a lot and he’s not particularly embarrassed by it.

- Do NOT get me started on ler Clark I could write a dissertation. He is SO playful and teasy but also sweet? He definitely is the type to laugh along with his lee. He definitely allows any sort of retaliation/fighting back like,,, if you manage to crawl away it’s because he let you, and if he wants too, he can be very mean and immovable.

- Bruce and Barry are his favorite targets. He doesn’t go after Diana because, frankly, he doesn’t have a death wish. He loves to cause problems on purpose by squeezing Arthur’s side and then blaming it on Barry. (Hal Jordan isn’t in the DCEU Justice League but I wish he was...they’d be partners in crime <3)

Bruce Wayne

- Okay let’s clarify some things: he’s not actually an asshole. He can be abrasive and snarky but he’s more towards the sarcastic gruff side vs straight-up mean.

- A lot of people think he’s genuinely an asshole/disconnected rich guy because he has a terrible habit of zoning out/interrupting people? Bruce actually just has intense ADHD that he refuses to get diagnosed, no matter how much Alfred pushes him. He doesn’t care what people think about him and he’s mostly learned how to manage it, so he leaves it alone.

- That being said, his friendship with Barry has me :’) Yes, he thinks Barry’s a pest (affectionate), but they share a few science-related hyperfixations (robotics, chemical engineering, etc). They can frequently be found holed up in the Batcave with a week’s worth of food and caffeine, and they’re just....tinkering. Watching them at work is amazing because as much as they annoy each other, they respect each other :)

- He’s 100% a cat person. He doesn’t have a problem with dogs, he just prefers cats. He feeds the strays that hang out around the Manor all the time...

-...which Alfred begs him not to do, because Bruce is severely allergic. He thinks he can power through the allergies until one of the stray cats does the face-headbump thing and he’s incapacitated emotionally and physically for the rest of the day. 

- He severely restrains his emotions but like...catch him on a good day or in a good mood and he’ll smile and laugh, especially in friendly company. He just generally believes in maintaining a poker face so no one can read him. 

- Not to be disrespectful but...thighs. I am Looking. 

- Bruce has a wonderful laugh. He’s not much of a giggler tbh but he has this open, clear, slightly scratchy kinda laugh (his voice is permanently hoarse from the Batman Voice). It’s so lovely. He has a habit of covering his mouth bc he’s embarrassed of his smile but if he finds something very funny he’ll laugh openly. 

- Thee Batman is ticklish and he...doesn’t hate it? Like of course he protests ten ways from Sunday but he more minds the ‘guys stop you’re ruining my dark and brooding facade’ bit. He hates being teased though and he will throw hands. 

- Circling back to the emotions thing, he’s very good at controlling his reactions, which means he has thoroughly convinced everyone he’s not ticklish. Except Clark, stupidly perceptive Clark, because he can hear Bruce’s heartbeat and see the way he clenches his jaw to avoid smiling. 

Diana Prince

- WIFEY!!!!! 

- Diana is hilarious okay? She’s just...so fucking funny. Her jokes never miss. You wouldn’t think she’s the quippy type, but she is, and she’s damn good at it. In a distant alternate universe, Peter Parker senses a rival. 

- Loves fresh fruit, but especially strawberries? She makes frequent trips to the local farmer’s market. 

- She also has a raging sweet tooth. She and Clark work together to steal sweets and buy snacks. 

- Will not back down from a challenge, ever. It’s kinda a problem.

- She has such a sweet laugh :’) It’s so bouncy and melodic and she scrunches her nose. She WILL snort and it’s the cutest thing ever. Yes she’s ticklish, but no one gets more than five seconds of laughter out of her before she turns the tables. 

- World’s meanest ler. Not only is she frequently on the prowl, she is near-ruthless, especially if she’s been baited. Once she sets her sights on someone, she won’t rest until she’s heard their laugh. 

- Diana is very mischievous and loves hearing her friends laugh. It’s impossible to be in her vicinity for more than five minutes without at LEAST a few pokes. She is not above just,,, random tickles either. 

- Nails. That is all. 

Arthur Curry

- Why are his tiddies always out? Someone please explain.

- The most targeted for pranks ever. Diana especially. Something about him just attracts goblinism. 

- He’s coming for Clark’s bear hugger crown. He picks people up so often that they’re just used to it now. 

- Playfighting and roughhousing is his love language. He absolutely loves wrestling with anyone who’ll humor him. He and Diana frequently tussle because they’re both good sports about it (Bruce is a little bit of a sore loser. Just a smidge). 

- Thinks he can get away with anything, which is decidedly not true. He just nopes his way out of the room and everyone’s like D:< get back here and atone for your sins!!! But Arthur’s already in the Pacific Ocean. 

- I like to think he’s ticklish, just not super ticklish y’know? He probably has a couple hidden spots that make him lose it though. Like he’ll definitely laugh and fall over, but he can and will fight back. Oh boy, will he fight back. 

- Batman: No fear.

Diana and Arthur sneaking up behind him:

Batman: One fear. 

- Y’know that picture of Jason Momoa sneaking up behind Henry Cavill on the red carpet? That is extremely relevant. Arthur loves to sneak up behind people and just...take them down. 

- Thinks Barry is annoying (affectionate) and the two of them are constantly chasing each other around. Barry is fast but Arthur’s strong (and wayy less ticklish than Barry)

- Physical affection!! He always has his arms around someone’s shoulders or something. He’s just a touchy kind of guy :)

Barry Allen

- Speedy boy! ADHD king! Sometimes his thoughts are also at superspeed, which means he talks way too fast and no one can understand him? But Bruce speaks fluent Barry and he translates often (though not without a labored sigh beforehand). 

- Physically affectionate but casual about it? He likes to play with people’s hands while he’s talking, bump shoulders with whoever he’s next to, etc. He doesn’t really realize he does it either. It’s not uncommon for him to be talking to Clark or Diana and they just...unconsciously give him their hand before he reaches for it.

- Okay so y’know how Bruce feeds the strays? Who do you think lets them in the first place? Barry has tried to adopt every stray he comes across, and when Alfred inevitably says no, Barry runs them to the shelter himself :’)

- Gifting is his love language!!! If he sees anything that remotely reminds him of his friends, he brings it to them. 

- He likes to hang out with Victor because he’s quiet, but doesn’t mind when Barry rambles, which he tends to do quite often. Barry will catch himself rambling and trail off, but Victor will encourage him to keep going, because he’s listening. 

- Thee Pillsbury Doughboy. Just these high-pitched, bouncy, frantic giggles that only get worse and eventually morph into cackles. He hiccups a lot too :’)

- Okay so he’s not a flailer but he’s super squirmy. Barry will cling onto his ler’s arms just to hold onto something. He kicks his legs too (he does this when he’s not being tickled either, if he laughs and he’s sitting somewhere he kicks). He also just constantly tries to crawl away. If he isn’t pinned down he will drag himself to safety. He also has a habit of curling up :’)

- Absolutely invented the speed-tickle. He actually doesn’t often use his powers (unless he’s chasing down Clark, because Clark isn’t above breaking the sound barrier to escape). He’s just got incredible hand-eye coordination and precision. His hands will be absolutely everywhere and he is so teasy about it. 

- Tries not to start fights he can’t finish, but he always gets roped into Clark’s mischief and gets targeted with revenge tickles. 

- He has tickled Clark once. It was incredible, amazing, showstopping, spectacular. Literally his crowning achievement. Did Clark absolutely destroy him afterwards? Yes, but it was so worth it. 

Victor Stone

- Quiet and stoic, but he’s always preferred listening and interjecting with a joke or two. 

- Closest with Barry and Diana, but he’s making an effort to bond with everyone.

- Unfortunately not ticklish :( I like to think soft touches on his face will make him smile and lean away, but it’s not going to get a laugh from him.

- Doesn’t often get involved in tickly shenanigans, but when he does, he surprises everyone with how much fun he has. A different, warmer side of him comes out when he’s among his friends.

- He’s a hugger! Definitely awkward about it, but he loves hugs and just...holding his friends. 

- He collects hoodies. He can’t really feel them when he’s wearing them, but he likes them and the idea of it. Barry seems to slip him a new hoodie every week. Victor has no idea where he gets them from but he’s not complaining. 

- He is an enabler. He will look at Bruce like :| “no, I don’t know where Barry and Clark are, nor do I no what they’re planning” But they’re literally right behind Bruce, about to squeeze his sides. 

- That being said, he won’t do that with Diana. If she asks where they are, he’ll subtly nod his head in their direction. Even in jest, he will never lie to her. Which makes him Thee person to avoid when Diana’s on her mischievous streaks.

[justapurrcat]

Hi bb 3,6,8 on that ask list with Arvin, Peter and Nate

Hi luv thank you so much for sending these!!! 💜

3 - I would fight aliens with Peter: he has some experience in the matter, so he could definitely teach me a thing or two; I would fight zombies with Arvin: don’t know much about them, but his ability with guns might come in handy; I would fight capitalism with Nate: I get the feeling he would use it as the perfect excuse to steal all sorts of treasures, even from filthy rich people, and I’m living for it.

6 - I would go clothes shopping with Arvin and I would tease him non-stop about it and see how that pays off once we get home; I would go to ikea with Nate just to hear him complain all the time about how he could fetch me far better and more unique furniture through his adventures; I would go grocery shopping with Peter because it would be so sweet and domestic and I would treat him anything he wants because he is a sweet little angel.

8 - I would share a car with Arvin because I know nothing of them and he would be the perfect candidate to take care of it... if he wanted to show off a bit while he works or felt like giving me some lessons... I wouldn’t complain; I would share a bank account with Peter, because of all the three he seems the most responsible one; I would share a cake with Nate, sorry dude, you’re sexy, but I don’t trust you enough: the car would get destroyed and the money would be gone, better stick to eventual funny business with cake (also, I get the strong feeling he might have a sweet tooth)...

put three names & a number in my ask

[aceofthyme]

WAIT WAIT TELL ME ABOUT YOUR ARTILLERY GUY IM SO INTRIGUED, WHATS HIS NAME, WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE, WHAT ARE SOME FUN FACTS, GIVE ME DEETS!!!!

YES YES okay there are so many things I have to say but I am going to try not to totally overwhelm with this post lol

For starters: his name is Lawrence Porter Hale, and he's the eldest of three brothers—the other two being Davis "Davie" Warren Hale, and Orville Conrad "Matt" Hale. All three grew up around Chicago, with Lawrence being born in late 1827 and the other two following in intervals of about two years. All three boys have hair in some shade of red or reddish-brown; Lawrence has dark auburn hair with green eyes. He's also relatively tall, somewhere around 5'10" or 5'11" ish I think? I can't seem to find my exact notes on that so I could be totally wrong, but I do know I described him as tall and lanky in his teen years so that's probably about right! In middle age, he's a fair deal softer (which is good bc he struggled a lot with food and things, he is happier and healthier now!) than he was as a teen, though. (there's. more beneath the cut. so much more,,,)

The boys grew up in a mixed religion household, with their mother being Jewish and their father Christian (of some variety, haven't yet decided). All three received an education, and I should note that Lawrence was particularly precocious; arithmetic was always a strong suit for him, and he can run sums in his head as well as read with intense speed. He could have been an engineer, easily, but Lawrence didn't actually go to college initially for...a few reasons that are a bit more complicated to explain (aside from a lack of funding). Chiefly, he thought it was more important that he help ensure his brothers got the education and help they needed—especially because Davie was pretty sickly as a kid—, so he began work with the rail companies and ended up a conductor at a pretty young age (that is, relatively). He's definitely very passionate about trains, so the job was a perfect fit, but he was going through a lot of things at that time and was pretty badly off for a while before he got better. Afterward, he met his partners—he's got two, they have a lil polycule and six children—and everything was pretty grand for a while before the war.

In the war, Lawrence served with an artillery unit. Those good ol' math skills were very helpful, as well as what he picked up over the years from his train friends. All of this is still sort of in development in my brain, but I've currently stuck him with Battery H of the 1st Illinois Light Artillery as it seems rather fitting! I haven't given much thought to rank yet but that's mostly because I haven't thoroughly examined the roster beyond a glance. After the war, he returned to being a conductor!

Lawrence met his wife, Penelope, when he was ill, and she nursed him back to health and the two fell in love! He met his other partner, Peter, onboard a train; Peter was the barkeep, and they sort of crossed paths and then there was this whole fight thing with a rowdy passenger and...it's a long story but yeah lol, I can always share more info if more info is desired. I can also share a picture of Lawrence, I know I have a proper picrew somewhere at the very least (I sure as heck can't draw, but thank god for picrews).

Okay and then. let's see are there other fun facts I can rustle up. Uh. Lawrence smokes a pipe (occasionally. this might have started with the war), usually prefers going by Porter rather than Lawrence (his partners + fam get rights to that), and also he has a raging sweet tooth but he really likes food in general ngl. He is very attached to his conductor's cap, too! Oh and after the war, his whole family sees to it that he gets the chance to go pursue a degree because He Deserves It. Anywho. That is a basic rundown on Lawrence and I love him very much asdfghj

[seattlesea]

Maggie Hoyle Headcanons Cause She Doesn’t Get Enough Love

(If she was resurrected, so I believe she’d still be 12)

-Her and Sam geek out over books and movies and Adam gets jealous

-Best friends with Ella and the two ride on Nine’s shoulders all the time

-Gets trained by Six and gains a lot of confidence from it

-Timid and quiet at first but once she’s comfortable with someone she’s Nine 2.0

-Has a brother-sister relationship with John, she pulls pranks on him with Eight and they shove each other all the time but if someone else insults one of them the other’s on their ass with a dagger

-Maggie’s a lesbian and nothing can convince me otherwise

-Sarah teaches her more about photography

-Uses a silver Loric rapier sword with Loralite embedded on the hilt

-Loves cooking with Marina

-Forgave Adam for what happened (eventually) and they also have a brother-sister relationship

-John and Adam are basically her dads (and Six is her wine aunt)

-John and Adam compete a lot to gain her favor and so they’re always trying to one-up each other and Maggie just says ‘fuck it’ and goes to hang out with Nine aka her cool uncle

-Has a Chimera that’s usually in the form of a brown toy poodle she names Julia

-Gained an intense fear of dying after she was resurrected 

-Has a scar on the side of her neck cause of the dagger wound and hates being touched on the neck

-Was temporarily mute after the throat wound which eventually healed

-Has some major trust issues after the incident in London

-Looks up to Six and Marina a lot as she never had a female role model besides fictional characters or a female guardian in her life 

-Lexa basically adopts her because of this

-A huge sweet tooth and will eat sugar cookies for breakfast, lunch, and dinner

-She and One had a really close friendship while on the trip to Earth and One would read to her, help her learn English, always partner with her during training, etc.

-Daniela becomes an older sister figure to her and they’re an iconic duo of Daniela the rebellious trouble-maker and Maggie her apprentice and side-kick (like a Peter B. Parker-Miles Morales relationship)

-Has a very quick, efficient, acrobatic, versatile, and adaptable fighting style that relies a lot on speed, flexibility, and swiftness

-Reads 24/7, it’s basically her therapy

-But she likes cliché drama and romance the best, fantasy and action stories are too real for her and she wishes she had the normal, human girl life she reads about in the realistic-fiction stories

-Hates alien stories. She can’t stand the ‘weird green/monster’ stereotype

-My take on her personality is basically shy, quiet, and really timid when you first meet her, but after she warms up to you she’s energetic, upbeat, cheerful, optimistic, mischievous, prankish, and kind, basically like a basic 12 year-old. She’s rebellious in the way that has the ‘Do what they say until they tell me to do something I don’t want to or like’ mindset

-She’s extremely intelligent. With all the books she reads and how quickly she was able to find out Adam was Mogadorian and assess her situation, she makes quick calculations and is very strategic

-But because she likes everything to be planned-out and perfect, she’s also extremely hesitant (which, as we all know, caused her downfall)

-Very touchy. She’s one of the most affectionate Garde and loves hugs, cuddles, holding hands, and any type of physical affection so long as it’s appropriate. She’s usually seen sitting on John or Adam’s laps despite any empty seats

-Has a slight Irish accent

-Her laugh is weird but cute, a mix of a soft giggle and a Scottish-Irish lilt, and it’s super quiet (as is her normal voice)

-Loves dogs, absolutely adores them. She spends so much of her time with Bernie Kosar that John gets jealous

-Can’t pronounce the name John. She spent a lot of time in France and knows the language fluently, and she pronounces John like ‘Jaune’ without the accent

-Was glad to hear Adam basically decapitated Ivan, though she was also disappointed she didn’t get to do it herself

-Super short for her age, only about 4′3″, so all the others are basically skyscrapers next to her and she hates it (the others love it, though)

-My take on her legacies- clairvoyance, illusions, sensior, telekinesis, heightened intuition, force field generation, and mind control (I always assumed she’d have the mind-related legacies)

-Has brown eyes, a bunch of freckles all around her face, arms, back, and shoulders, cheek dimples, a small birthmark at the side of her left eye, a small snub nose, super small hands, medium brown skin, and a really bright and wide smile

-One of her main passions besides reading and photography is art. She loves painting, sketching, etc. and she usually has paint on her hands and clothes, chalk under her fingernails, and scarily realistic drawings on her arms and legs

-The others call her ‘Maggles’ nothing can convince me otherwise

-Listens to Cavetown, The Neighborhood, Hayley Kiyoko, and Girl in Red nothing can convince me otherwise

-Rabid nerd Sam knows the name ‘Maggie’ means ‘pearl’ so bought her a pearl bracelet she always wears (with Nine’s money)

And yea there we go

[thepilotanon]

Do you have more Loki head canon? I love them!!!

I do! Here’s a mix of just Loki and Loki x reader for fun.

Loki has an absolute sweet tooth that would probably put candy stores out of business. Once he had a taste of certain Midgardian food, he will use his allowances (Tony started a chore/don’t-be-a shit list that Thor, Loki, Bucky and sometimes Peter will do and give them spending money) to buy in BULKS, and stores them in his room, like a squirrel. You make cakes, brownies and other home baked goods and Loki is always the first to run into the kitchens and ask you for a piece...even when it’s still in the oven.

He has...really good taste in clothes, even if his colors are dominant black and green (with gold accents, lets not forget). He would probably be the best shopping partner to help pick out clothes that will be comfortable and stylish - and he absolutely loves dressing up his lover. He would force himself to learn how to use a cell phone to take pictures of you and constantly praises how perfect and beautiful you look to him. Lots of people catch him flipping through pictures of you, whenever you’re separated from each other, and he can’t help but show you off and boast about how he “has the most angelic creature to love and loves me back - and so cute in this {insert outfit here}! Be jealous that this ethereal creature is mine!!”

I’ve seen fanart with Loki having painted nails annnd? I love that idea. He goes for various “shades” of black or dark greens, and likes to take care of his nails and hands whenever he can. I can imagine him doing spa treatments with you, and it gives him the chance to spoil you and do each others’ nails. Thor would probably want to join, but Loki always says how “his nails wouldn’t last for five minutes, and he’s a nail biter.” You still give Thor some glittery colors and he comes back with it on his beard. “I...had an itch, and I thought it was dry.” “See, my love, I told you!”

Is very bad at video games and freaks out in VR ones. It took him a while to understand that, no, he was not teleported into an alternate universe; no, he’s not allowed to chuck the controller at the screen just because he lost a game, and, no, he’s not allowed to hold his knives while playing just because it “makes him feel more suitable to fight ghosts”. You often tell Peter and Sam to leave Loki alone with the horror VRs, but they always manage to get him to try it and make holes in the walls of the rec room at Stark Tower (Pepper is not happy about that).

[joyful-soul-collector]

Misser Star’

By @joyful-soul-collector for @wh0doyouthinkyouareiam! 

For the @friendly-neighborhood-exchange!

Rating: General Audiences

Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Helen Cho

Summary: 

“Woah there Sea Legs,” Tony said, catching him under the arms and setting him up straight. “Wouldn’t want you hurting yourself.” “The sea is in my legs,” Peter said, clinging tight to Tony’s arm as he wobbled slightly. “What if my legs… were in the sea?” “Oh wow--this is going to be fun.”

OR

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

Story is under the cut, or you can read it on AO3!

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“Misser Star’, there’s clouds i’ m’ mouth,” Peter mumbled around the cotton, staring at Tony with wide eyes. Tony laughed and pulled Peter’s hand away from his mouth, as he was trying to touch the “clouds”. 

“Don’t mess with those, you need them to stop the bleeding,” Tony said with a small laugh. 

“I’m bleeding!?” Peter said incredulously. Then he suddenly gasped and grabbed Tony’s arm, a panicked look on his face. “Do they know!?”

“Know what kid?” Peter looked around dramatically then yanked Tony’s arm closer so he could whisper in his ear. 

“That I’m a spider,” he said. Tony snorted and gently worked his arm out of Peter’s death-grip. 

“You’re good, kid. You’re at the compound, Helen was the one who operated on you. You remember Helen?”

“Karen?”

“No, Helen--”

“She’s my suit lady, she’s nice. But she can’t do tooth stuff Misser Star’--”

“No, kid, Helen was the one who did the work on your teeth, she’s a doctor--”

“I know who Helen is,” Peter said, as if Tony had told him this information several times before. Tony rolled his eyes and ruffled Peter’s hair, only to laugh when Peter raised his head and leaned into his touch, eyes slipping closed with bliss. He was like a little kitten, leaning into someone scratching behind its ear. 

In fact he leaned so far he almost fell over, and Tony had to catch him by the shoulder, snorting at the panicked look on Peter’s face. 

“Jesus, Dr. Cho gave you the Good Stuff didn’t she?”

“Had to, it was the only thing his metabolism wouldn’t immediately burn through,” Helen said, making Tony jump. “You two are alright to leave now, just make sure Peter doesn’t take that cotton out too early and give him some ice when the medicine wears off.”

“Thanks Doc,” Tony said. Peter made a noise of confusion and pointed at Helen. 

“She’s not Doc Ock, Misser Star’! He has way more arms, and she’s way prettier,” Peter said. “I think you need new glasses.”

“I don’t even need glasses in the first place, kiddo,” Tony said with a snort, signing a couple papers Helen handed him. 

“Oh yeah!? Then what are those!?” Peter said, pointing directly at the square sunglasses perched on Tony’s nose. Tony raised his eyebrows at him, the determined look on Peter’s face making it hard not to laugh. 

“Sunglasses, not normal glasses,” Tony said, then he held out his arm. “Here lemme walk you back to the living quarters, I’m fairly certain you’re not gonna make it there yourself.”

“Why does the sun even need glasses?” Peter muttered as he pushed himself off the hospital bed, and almost immediately toppling over. 

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

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

“Oh wow--this is going to be fun,” Tony said, steadying Peter as he stumbled down the hallway to the elevator. 

Peter babbled on and on about random stuff on their way to the living quarters, Tony having to physically restrain him from pressing all the buttons in the elevator, and had to answer his questions about extremely odd yet mundane things like “why is the ceiling in the sky?” only for him to forget what he asked entirely.

When they finally arrived, Tony walked him to the couch and sat him down, and Peter immediately curled himself into a ball, knees tucked under his chin. 

“Alright kid, you wait here while I call your Aunt and let her know everything went good, alright?” Tony said. 

“Wait here,” Peter repeated, with a determined nod. “Waiting waiting waiting. Like a rock.”

At this point Tony had absolutely no clue what Peter was talking about so he just said “Sure, kiddo”, and ruffled his hair before he stepped away for a few minutes. 

“Hey, Tony,” May said when she answered. “How’s he doin’?”

“He’s alright, pretty damn loopy but fine,” Tony said, leaning against the wall of the hallway. “I’m glad you came to me about this, I was right, a normal anaesthetic wouldn’t have stood a chance against his enhanced metabolism.”

May chuckled and Tony could hear the bustle of the hospital in the background. 

“I don’t know what we’d do without you Tony,” she said. “Thank you so much--Oh, shoot, I gotta go--”

“No problem, May, I’ll take care of him till you get off work. Just call me when you’re done, I’ll drive him over,” Tony said. May thanked him at least ten times before hanging up, and Tony chuckled to himself, slipping the phone in his pocket. 

“Misser Staaaaaaar’?” Peter’s voice said from around the corner. It had a rather guilty tone to it, and Tony quickly rounded the corner to see him. 

Peter seemed to have tried to grab a blanket, and in the process, had gotten himself rather tangled in it, now lying horizontally on the couch and staring up at Tony with a wide-eyed expression. 

“Got tangled in your own web, huh Spiderling?” Tony said, smiling down at him. “Probably for your own good anyway. Might just leave you like that so you don’t get yourself in more trouble.”

Peter frowned indignantly at him, and suddenly started trying to wiggle himself into an upright position, since clearly Tony was just gonna leave him to die like this. Tony rolled his eyes and helped him sit up, but as soon as he tried to get him untangled, Peter leaned away, looking confused. 

“What?” Tony said. 

“I’m a burrito Misser Star’,” Peter mumbled, snuggling himself further into the blanket. “Spider-Burrito. Or Spider-Sushi. Or Spider-Ravioli. Or--”

“Spiders In A Blanket?” Tony suggested, and Peter’s eyes got wide. 

“Oh my god--I’m a spider, and I’m in a blanket!” Peter whisper-screamed. Then he burst into laughter, throwing his head back against the soft cushions of the couch so fast Tony thought he might give himself whiplash. 

“Jesus--Just you existing scares me kiddo,” Tony muttered, deciding tv would probably be the best distraction. Just as long as it isn’t a comedy. Kid might break his neck, Tony thought. It’s a good thing Luke Skywalker isn’t played by Jim Carrey. 

Peter stopped laughing immediately as the Star Wars theme began to play, though his loud, comical gasp proved it wasn’t just the medicine wearing off. 

“I LOVE STAR WARS!” Peter shouted, making Tony jump. 

“Jesus christ--I know ya dork,” Tony said, watching Peter bounce excitedly in his seat on the couch for a moment before sitting next to him. Peter flumped into Tony’s side, giving a deep, dramatic sigh of contentment. Tony couldn’t help but give him a little one-armed squeeze; he knew how much Peter loved hugs. 

Though he couldn’t expect Peter to be silent for more than a few minutes, now could he?

“Hey Misser Star’?” Peter said. 

“Hey Misser Parker?” Tony said, imitating Peter’s tone and voice. 

“What if I was hungry?” he said, either ignoring or completely oblivious to Tony’s teasing. 

“Um, I would get you something to eat? I think there’s some soup I could warm up for you,” Tony said, looking down at Peter with raised eyebrows. Peter looked skeptical at the idea of soup however.

“Mmm, but what if I’m only hungry for something cold?” he said. 

“Uh… you want a smoothie?”

“Something sweet and cold.”

“Smoothies can be sweet.”

“Something chocolate and sweet and cold,” Peter said impatiently. Tony rolled his eyes and looked down at Peter, who put on a very mischievous grin. He sighed in defeat. He just couldn’t say no to that silly face. 

“Your Aunt’s gonna kill me when she finds out,” Tony said, getting up with a groan. 

“No she won’t! I’ll protect you! I’m Spider-Man!” Peter said, trying to take his hands out of his cocoon/burrito, but only succeeding in tangling himself more. Tony snorted, dragging a tub of chocolate ice cream out of the freezer and scooping some out into a couple bowls. By the time he came back Peter had freed his arms and was rubbing his hands over the fluffy blanket, muttering to himself. Tony helped him take the gauze out of his mouth, which had a surprisingly small amount of blood on it, as it seems his enhanced healing had taken care of it. 

Peter ate his ice cream happily, eyes closing with bliss. 

“Ice cream is my best friend,” Peter said around his spoon. “‘Cept for Ned. And MJ. They’re better than ice cream, but ice cream is like… real good friendo. Ten outta ten, would go to the movies with ice cream.”

“Ha, me too kid,” Tony said, scraping the last remnants out before setting aside his bowl to focus better on the movie. He never cared much for Star Wars, but he couldn’t deny that the fight scenes were pretty awesome. Peter eventually nudged him with his bowl to say he was finished, and then went back to his original position against Tony’s side. 

It wasn’t until the movie was over that Tony realized Peter had fallen asleep like that, curled up tightly in the blanket, his face pressed into Tony’s chest. Tony ran his fingers through Peter’s hair for a moment, smiling as Peter relaxed even further against him. 

“You caught all that, right Fri?” Tony said, glancing up at the ceiling. 

“Of course Boss,” Friday replied. “Shall I send you the file for you to view later?”

“That’d be perfect. If there’s anything that’ll be more hilarious than Peter getting stuck in a blanket, it’ll be how red his face gets when he sees himself getting stuck in a blanket.”

Peter didn’t even wake up as Tony lifted him off the couch and down the hall to his room. He whined a little when Tony laid him on his bed, but was quickly consoled by Tony’s fingers running through his hair again. 

“Goodnight ‘Spider-Burrito.’”