#Pointer GT

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Jaguar Type 00 Concept, 2025. Jaguar is relaunching and the first pointer to their future direction has been revealed at Miami Art Week. The Type 00 is an electric coupé with a long bonnet, sweeping roofline, fastback profile and 23‑inch alloy wheels. The first production car of Jaguar's new generation will be an electric four‑door GT – to be revealed in late 2025

[fipindustries]

Leí en una pregunta que aprendiste a animar de forma autodidacta. Yo quiero aprender también y quiero saber cómo fue tu experiencia. ¿Que libros recomiendas? ¿Que herramientas usadas cuando aprendías?

im going to respond in english because this might help others too. also i should let you know, i can only give you tips for doing hand drawn, frame by frame, 2d animation. i really dont have the faintest clue how to do puppet rigging, interpolation, or 3d modelling at all. that is just not the branch of the skill tree i chose to specialize in.

my history

i started animating when i was 6 by reading a children's magazine that promised me to teach me how to do cartoons "like the ones you see on tv". it taught me how to make small animations with just power point and ms paint. (it also taught me to never ever trust something that sounds too good to be true and is sold to everyone for cheap).

much much later, when i was around 15, after i got a proper tablet to draw digitally, i figured how to use photoshop to animate mainly by fucking around with the program and checking some tutorials on the internet.

then when i was 19 i actually bought a simple book called "the animator's handbook" by tony white, where i was able to learn the basics of ease in and out, curves, overlapping animation, follow through, anticipation, line of action, etc. that is when i started properly learning how to animate the correct way.

i tried to learn how to animate on flash by following the video tutorial series by harry partridge, and that gave me a few basic pointers but at the time i had a really really really shitty genius tablet that kept breaking all the fucking time and also the drawing tools in flash were extremely limited and i didnt like how it vectorized your lines, making it so that you never had full control of how the final drawing was going to look, so i ditchad that rather quickly.

for the longest time i kept using photoshop to animate, it wasnt until i was 26 that i moved on to clip studio paint, got a simple wacom intuos and started using "the animator's survival kit" by richard williams as a guide.

begginer's advice

before we get deeply into it i would suggest you get some passing skill at drawing. many people say that you dont need to be a good artist to be an animator and while its true that you dont have to be the greatest artist that ever lived or have a super developed style or anything, having some basic training will be a powerful multiplier to your animation skills. although in fact you dont need to be that great an illustrator, what you really want to be is a draftsman. that is to say someone with the pulse, the muscle memory and the eye to replicate a drawing, do straight lines and clean curves. esentially is more important that you can do the exact same drawing a thousand times and rotate it and move it around the page keeping proportions than you need to draw beautifully. also you NEED to know anatomy. in order to be good at depicting the human body moving you have to have a good understanding of how the body is put together in the first place.

so yeah, get the animator's survival guide by richard williams, that is step one. im not being any kind of radical by suggesting that, is like recomending the human figure for all its worth by andrew loomis. you gt that book and its going to explain to you all of the most basic rules, mechanisms and techniques to get to animating. there is going to be a lot of outdated advice there about animating on paper with the old tools of the trade on an animation studio. a lot of it is superfluous now with digital tools tbh, but the fundamentals of actually creating sequential images are still rock solid.

i would also recomend walt disney's "the illusion of life" which is centered more on the overall general rules for good appealing animated character without getting too bogged down into the actual intricacies of animation.

and as always, you have the entire accumulated knowledge of generations upon generations of humans called "the internet". there are a million guides and tutorials online that are eager to teach you all the good fndamentals and techniques you need to get started, dont be afraid to consult time and tme again for any doubt, i still do that myself!

now as for the tools.

you want a tablet, any basic nice tablet will do. you dont need the latest cintq or whatever in order to do this, im doing well enough with my little black intuos. you could also do it on an ipad or you could even do it on your phone.

then for software, there are a million options, opentoons, toonboom, procreate, flash, etc. again, i use clip studio paint. its basic but its powerful, it has really good illustrating capacity and its a good introductory tool. each software has its own use peculiarities but once again there are a thousand tutorials online explaining each one.

i have all this, now what?

start small. the books i suggested will throw a million bouncing balls and sacs of flour and rotating cubes and people walking and you should do all of those, for sure. but also you are doing this because here are things you want to express! you want to draw the fun shit! the anime girls and the sexy furries!

start with a single character you like turning their head. that is a good begginers exercise. or maybe try a simple idle animation for a videogame sprite, just someone bouncing in place. after that you can start tackling more ambitious stuff

jesus there is so much more i could explain right now, how to plan for a project, how to manage your workspace, how to set up a pipeline, going from script to thumbnails to storyboard to keying to inbetweening to editing and etc. camera framing, composition, timing, writing and so much more! but i think this is a good place to stop at

dont hesitate to come back to me if you have any more questions

[biggnansmol]

A Human Among Giants: Chapter 1

First and foremost, I'm still learning how to use Tumblr so sorry for what's about to happen. This is a GT story I thought of late last year about kind of shitty parents and finding yourself, but I didn't actually write much of that initial idea. Hopefully by posting the first chapter here I'll be inclined to follow through (no promises).

I can promise, however, that the story will be entirely SFW. There will be elements of romance and of people being absolutely terrible, but the text itself will be fine. I don't really know how this website works so feel free to give me pointers while I figure stuff out.

Chapter I - Moving

The bus rumbled along the suburban streets, rows of houses passing by Austin as he stared out the window, headphones in and playing a pop playlist quietly in his ears. He tried not to focus on how many more times he would get to see properly-sized homes instead of gigantic ones, turning his attention to his phone to find a different song to play, but all he could think about was the move at the end of the year. As the bus approached his stop, Austin thumbed the stop button and pulled out his headphones long enough to call out a thanks as he dismounted from the vehicle. He began walking, pocketing his phone and turning his eyes upward. It was a sunny day with only a few clouds in sight, providing him with a clear view of Immensus as it hung in the sky above.

Earth, where Austin and most other humans lived, was the name of the small moon that orbited the much larger planet of Immensus. Earth and Immensus were nearly identical in climate, environment, and even inhabitants. The only exception in the similarities was the scale with everything on Immensus being well over ten times the size of Earth. The giants that lived on the larger planet reached heights of 30 metres and towered over the much smaller humans. With the exception of his father, Bradley, who worked on Immensus, Austin didn’t know anyone who had even been to the giant planet before.

From the bus stop, it was a four minute walk to Austin’s home where he lived with his dad. The building was a two story house split into four units, with the front half and back half and the upstairs and downstairs all being separate. Their place was the rear upstairs unit, so Austin made his way around the side of the building and let himself in the door at the back. The entryway was small, barely enough room to stand with both arms stretched out, and contained nothing more than a shoe rack and a staircase leading up to their place. As Austin tugged off his footwear, he noticed his dad’s shoes were still absent. Ascending up the stairs, Austin entered into the quiet living room, lights still turned off. He glanced over at the kitchen sink, his dad’s usual assortment of half-empty mugs were also missing.

“Hey, dad,” Austin’s voice carried through the house, and he waited a moment for a response. “I’m home.”

The staircase lead right into the unit’s sparsely decorated living room. Directly on Austin’s right was an old, worn couch that faced a television on the opposite wall, propped up on an empty cabinet. A single picture frame hung above the couch, and an industrial style coffee table stood squarely in the centre of the room, not matching a single other piece of furniture. The far right wall was all windows, leading out onto the balcony that overlooked the roofs of the other houses in the neighbourhood. To Austin’s left was a small kitchen with a fridge, sink, and other appliances propped on wooden countertops, separated from the living room by an island counter and two mismatching barstools. The far wall contained three doors, one for his bedroom, one for his dad’s, and one for the bathroom.

Austin checked the time on his watch, dismayed to find it was nearly half past three in the afternoon. His dad was supposed to have arrived home around midday, but he was running late again. A little over two years ago, Bradley had taken on an engineering contract from a firm on Immensus and it required him to work on-site six days every fortnight. The remaining eight days he could work from Earth, but it meant that when he flew out Austin was left by himself at home. It wasn’t the loneliness that bothered Austin, he wasn’t that close with his dad anyway, more so the tardiness. With the way Bradley’s hours worked, he was always supposed to get back while Austin was at school.

Austin could count on one hand the number of times that had actually happened. Bradley would walk in the door late in the evening, sometimes even the following morning, with an excuse about needing to stay late and promise that it wouldn’t happen again, that this time was the last time.

Making his way to his bedroom and sitting down at his desk, Austin pulled out a stack of papers from today’s day at school. Even though it was only a few weeks into the school year, Austin was in his final year and all of the teachers had begun to crack down with worksheets and practice tests. The schoolwork sat untouched in front of him for several minutes before Austin decided to busy himself by getting something to eat. He flipped the kettle on to boil and grabbed a noodle cup from the pantry, dumped the contents of the sachets into the cup, and followed it with the hot water, then returned to his room where he stared at his papers for a little longer. Austin didn’t use to have any issues with studying, he got good marks consistently across the board, up until a few months ago.

One of Bradley’s coworkers had apparently offered him a place to stay on Immensus. A giant named Siobhan had told Bradley he was welcome to move in with her and her daughter who was about Austin’s age. As to not interfere with Austin’s studies, Bradley had agreed to wait until the end of the year to move, but it still slashed Austin’s motivation. There was no point studying to get a good score for his finals on Earth when he’d be moving to Immensus by the time he could use the score to apply for university.

Forcing himself to put pen to paper, Austin slowly began to fill out the work in front of him. He spent ten minutes on it, then twenty, then half an hour. It was a little after five when Austin heard his dad’s footsteps on the staircase. Austin sat back and looked at his work, realising he’d only managed to do one page in the nearly hour and a half he’d spend on it. There was a knock at Austin’s door and he glanced up at his dad standing in the doorway, Bradley’s large frame occupying most of the space. Their height was the only thing Austin and Bradley had in common. Bradley had a stocky frame with fair hair and brown eyes, while Austin was skinny and lanky and had inherited his mum’s dark hair and blue eyes.

“Hey, Austin,” his dad said, standing awkwardly in the doorway to Austin’s bedroom.

“Welcome home, dad,” Austin replied.

“Listen. There’s, uh, something I want to talk to you about.”

“Is it about Siobhan?”

“In a way,” Bradley answered as he crossed the room and sat on the edge of Austin’s bed. “It’s more about our plans to move to Immensus.”

“At the end of the year.”

“At the end of the year, right. Well I was talking to, I mean working with Sibohan the other day and she said we could move over sooner if we wanted. Austin, what do you think about by the end of next month?”

Austin was on his feet. “Next month? What? Dad, I’m still in school!”

“There are plenty of schools on Immensus. Siobhan told me that her daughter goes to one that allows human students as well. You two could attend together.”

“I don’t want to go to school on Immensus! I don’t want to move! I want to stay here on Earth.”

“I’m afraid you can’t.”

Tears stung in Austin’s eyes as he turned away. He walked to his door, coming to a stop in the doorway. “You’ve already organised the move, haven’t you?”

“Yes.”

Austin didn’t turn to face his dad, instead staring at the single picture frame that hung above the couch in the living room. It was a family portrait of a young couple with a toddler in their arms. The raven-haired lady in the photo smiled back at Austin, her bright blue eyes being the only thing Austin could remember.

[borrowedtimeandspace]

A Learning Day

10. Ancient

From this list of gt prompts

AU: Borrowed Time (and Space)

~~~

Zepheera was usually inclined to hide when she and the Doctor landed anywhere and anytime on Earth. A lifetime of keeping a distance from human beings formed habits that were difficult to break, and that was one of them. She did trust the Doctor to shield her, but it still felt sort of wrong to be seen by humans.

That changed the day the Doctor decided to land in a small farming village in 10th-century Iceland.

There, he’d explained, she could easily pass as one of the ‘hidden people’, basically seen as elves by the locals. They were thought to be reclusive, so the Doctor walking up with one on his shoulder would surely be seen as a blessing. And indeed, they were welcomed with open arms.

Once word got around, the Doctor managed to swing a group of women to take Zepheera under their wing for the day while he wandered the village looking for ways he could repay them for their hospitality. He wondered to himself why it took him so long to think of this.

Though it was difficult, he did try to keep track of the relative passage of time for the sake of his companions. It was all too easy to let milestones fall to the wayside for time travelers. This one felt important, particularly for Zepheera, so the Doctor wracked his brain for weeks to think of something special that she would enjoy.

It finally came to him after a long talk with the borrower, and he picked up on the little details, Zepheera mentioned how she learned to sew clothes when she was young, and quite missed knitting, but it became more difficult to find decent amounts of wool all at once over time, so she’d fallen out of practice. That sparked a tickle of a memory somewhere in the dusty expanse of the Doctor’s mind, and when he was alone he followed that metaphorical thread until he had the perfect idea.

As he hoped, when he returned to find Zepheera at the end of the day, she was right in the middle of a circle of women, each working with the wool from the sheep their village raised. Two were spinning it into yarn, one concentrating on making hers as fine a thread as she could manage, while the others held up their half-made hats or socks for Zepheera to see the technique they used.

They each had what looked like large, flat sewing needles in hand, carved from wood or bone, with long bits of wool threaded through the eye. The fabric in their hands built up as they ran those needles through it and loops they held wrapped around their thumbs. When they ran out of wool, as one woman did mid-instruction, they simply broke off another piece from what the others had spun and grafted it to the one she’d been working on. The wool fibers made that part look incredibly easy to the Doctor, and he couldn’t hide his fascination watching this ancient craft in real time.

Zepheera seemed just as enthralled, to the point that she barely noticed the Doctor for a while. She’d carved her own needle since they had none small enough for her, and used the freshly spun wool that her new friends were kind enough to make. While the women were respectful of her space, they did their best to observe her work and give her pointers, happy to see that she’d picked it up fairly well.

When Zepheera finally spotted the Doctor, she perked right up. He gathered her for dinner, giving the women a very warm thanks for taking the time out of their day for this. Zepheera raised a hand high above her hand while she stood on the Doctor’s, showing off the mitten she’d been able to make over the course of the day. The Time Lord had never heard his friend speak so much all at once, and it seemed she couldn’t stop. She went on about all she’d learned, and how it would have been much harder for her to knit such mittens when all she had to work with was loose, dull pins. How this was such a brilliant idea, since one didn’t need to have a mass of wool in order to get started, and could simply add on more once it was found and gathered. 

She was in the middle of wondering why borrowers hadn’t thought of or picked up on such a useful skill sooner when the Doctor interrupted her by reaching up a finger to ruffle her short hair.

“I take it you enjoyed yourself,” he commented.

Zepheera’s look, despite the brief indignation of being poked at, said all he needed to know. It had been a while since he’d seen her deep violet eyes lit up so bright. “This was…amazing!”

The Doctor couldn’t hide a grin. In all his travels throughout time and space, it warmed his hearts to see that such a simple trip with very few bells and whistles and flashy sights could still impress his companion. That was all he’d hoped for.

“Happy birthday, Zepheera.”

~~~

If anyone's curious, what Zepheera's learning is called nalbinding, or needle-binding! It's an incredibly old craft that predates even knitting, and I think it would be an insanely useful skill for giants and tinies alike to learn, in this essay I will

[severingt]

The GT Radio Show 22nd February 2013

The Bitch Is Back - Elton John

New York Groove - Hello

Sympathy For The Devil - Rolling Stones

There She Goes La's

When Will I Be Loved - Linda Ronstadt

My Girl - Temptations

Holy Cow - Lee Dorsey

Hey Girl Don't Bother Me - Tams

Lady Marmalade - LaBelle

Fire - Pointer Sisters

Gonna Make You A Star - David Essex

Bridge Over Troubled Water - Simon and Garfunkel

Hallelujah - John Cale

Wig Wam Bam - Sweet

All Or Nothing - Small Faces

Girl - Beatles  

Once Bitten Twice Shy - Ian Hunter (with Mick Ronson)

Maggie May - Rod Stewart (with The Faces)

Riverboat Song - Ocean Colour Scene

This Town Aint Big Enough For Both Of Us - Sparks

Why Does It Always Rain On Me? - Travis

Witch Queen Of New Orleans - Redbone

Tears In Heaven - Eric Clapton

My Guy - Mary Wells

Love Generation - Bob Sinclair

Love Train (Extended Mix) - O'Jays

I Can See Clearly Now - Johnny Nash

Have You Ever Seen The Rain - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Debora - T.Rex

American Pie - Don McLean

[poornimavats]

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[firenze11]

GT July 2024 - 30 Candlelight

The candle was taller than Wyll, everything was. Its wax was dripping. Wyll let a bit trail onto his hand. Besides the flickering candlelight, the room was dark. But Wyll heard and felt it when Rob came in.

Rob knelt behind him, “Wyll, what’s wrong?”

Wyll sniffled and curled up his knees to his chest, “It’s Summer’s End.”

“Yeah, I thought you’d want to watch the currents shift.”

Wyll shook his head.

Rob slid his hand forward on the desk until Wyll was in the space between his thumb and pointer finger. He squeezed just a bit to let Wyll know he was there. “What’s going on?”

“Today’s the day,” Wyll whispered.

“What day?” Rob asked.

“The day my parents—” Wyll choked.

“Oh. Oh, I see,” Rob glanced at the candle. “A vigil?”

Rob had told Wyll about vigils a few days ago. A way to honor the fallen.

“Can I join you?”

Wyll scooched deeper into Rob’s hand.

Rob sat down on the floor and stayed with Wyll. Wyll fell asleep in his hand before the candle went out, but Rob stayed until it was gone. Then, Rob picked him up and put him in his favorite pocket. The one he’d hidden in when he’d stowed away.

Rob left his hand in the pocket with Wyll and went to find the Captain. The Captain would want to know about this. They would make sure Wyll wasn’t alone on this day ever again.

---

Yeah. The last day of summer is a rough day for Wyll.

Check out the prompt list here: https://www.tumblr.com/gianttol/751027101880270848/gt-july-2024-prompt-list?source=share

[the-firebird69]

The concept that’s completely asymmetrical 👀 The DS X E-Tense 🔥

It's where he wrote it from to get back at Mac is the below the throne room in the ship the comet empire ship and they may not have been built yet but he would also be ruling from the other one but that's where he would have written it from and she too same place

We're going to release the kit shortly and not before the testing he says and will never leave the salt flats and it's true and someone's pretty smart and it's Thor Freya because if you do it out of order as much harder. But we're going to test them out.

And we're preparing to release them we're working on all the bugs and making sure it will work and it's a car's will perform as they should we get some pointers you have to actually use supercars you can't use the Dodge and you can't use the Challenger but you can use those for the Bradley GT II and the top speed of that vehicle is 1500 miles per hour with the 1000 horsepower motor need to go a lot faster no but that's what it is with the transmission and that motor if you all to the transmission for high speeds it'll go way too fast but with the geared like that you will have power the whole time.

There's a list of supercars and the Corvette is also not on it but the Corvette can become a Ferrari and or Lamborghini and a few others even the Chrysler and we are starting to manufacture the price of on purpose we have to beauty isn't just I need it badly and I need to make sure it's happening

Hera

It is happening we are in process of taking steps and the procedure to begin has started and we're not going to stop because we see the results and they do have very strong effect and we're going forward with it . We're at a certain stage we're ready to release the test modules and to see how it goes if we release a few they will think it is from the past and that's what you're supposed to think and they have been pulling them out and driving them around and people are in awe. Even when put at a dealership they think that it is an old one and we tested it so our son and daughter say I use old numbers and things like that and we making it the same way a few things are changed no they didn't put nonsense in them believe it or not and we added some stuff but it's not built in we added things but they're not built in so we're going to do is they suggest and put them at used car dealerships and new ones and online but as the years they were made and it was only made in one year I was going ahead

Frank Castle hardcastle

They won't accuse people of making them again even when they compile how many because they don't know how many were made and if they were in storage and that could actually be what's happening

Thor Freya

And it was me above but that's what's going on as well

We're getting ready to release a big batch

Duke nukem Blockbuster

The leather and the tires smell funny if they're older and they smell funny if they're new

Olympus

[sangauindia]

A Few Pointers for Renting Fully Furnished Apartments In Bangalore

It's simple to rent a furnished flat. Since they are plentiful, it is only natural that everyone would choose completely furnished apartments in Bangalore over anything else. But since you've never rented before, you're still new to life as a migrant. Therefore, we don't want you to arrive in Bangalore and immediately fall into the lion's den when looking for apartments. So,take this article as a guide before proceeding:

Take a look at the average monthly rents by area:

When you ask people in a new place what they think is a decent rental price, it may get very perplexing. Because everyone is simply blathering what they have heard from pals. Instead of relying on that, simply go to any of the websites that offer properties and search for the typical rentals in each of the areas that you have selected. You can avoid chasing unicorns by focusing your search with the help of it.

Verify the apartment's furnishings:

You'd be astounded to learn that many of the flats advertised as "completely furnished apartments in Bangalore" are actually unfurnished. Most likely only partially furnished. So, before you even begin daydreaming about moving into an apartment that you kind of adore after viewing the photographs, make sure you go see it in person.

Verify whether the furniture's quality justifies the rent:

Now, don't only count the number of pieces of furniture in a property when you go to see it. Make sure the furniture is in excellent enough shape right now to support the requested rent. Use those flaws as leverage when negotiating the rent. Or, if the situation is too horrible to even try to haggle, reserve an Uber to the next property on your list.

The rental agreement's terms should be read carefully:

Now it’s time to conduct business with the owner. Being polite is crucial, but it doesn't mean you should allow them to take advantage of you during the discussion. Don’t hesitate to make all of your inquiriessuch as the whole list of any applicable house regulations and the repair and maintenance policy. When you keep asking rational questions, you'll find out whether there are any potential hidden fees down the road.

Gt in touch with SANGAU if you are looking for fully furnished House for Rent in Bangalore. With us there is no brokerage charge and hidden fees.

[gentrychild]

Au, wherein Izuku's latent AFO quirk expresses itself as an unquenchable desire to steal. Steal everything. But Izuku isn't about to let a little kleptomania keep him from entering UA!

1 - Izuku has kept his unquenchable desire to steal in check by regularly raiding Katsuki's collection. For years, Katsuki believed that he was insane because no matter how many traps or security measures he puts around his collection, things keep disappearing like they were stolen by some kind of ghost!

2 - During the Sludge villain accident, Izuku ran in Katsuki's direction because after the shock of discovering All Might's true identity, he needed to steal something and he knew that Katsuki keeps his All Might card on him at all time. The Sludge Villain didn't stand a chance.

3 - Izuku is trying to hide the whole "need to steal stuff" so he actually uses the 10 months of training as a plan to steal One for All. Yes, All Might was going to give it to him. Izuku still needed to steal it.

4 - The things that Izuku stole include: a piece of the zero pointer (he needed the one in the middle and that's how he got his rescue points), Aizawa's scarf (Aizawa thought he was challenging the whole idea of the Quirk Apprehension Test but no, Izuku just found the scarf neat), Kyle (Tomura still cries every time he thinks about how the USJ attack was ruined by this green brat taking his noumu), every headband at the Sport Festival (every pro was impressed while Izuku was internally screaming the whole time), Endeavor's credit card, Stain's many blades (to this day, Tenya believes his best friend appeared in this alley to save him but Izuku hadn't even seen him at the time), Gran Torino's microwave (GT still doesn't know he was the one who did it) and, during Kamino, half of AFO's quirks.

5 - While Izuku believes himself to be really smooth and that no one has noticed his raccoon tendencies, All Might actually guessed that Izuku has a quirk and urges related to it. Except that he believes that Young Midoriya's quirk is that he can steal stuff undetected when it's just a skill Izuku has acquired through years of raiding Katsuki's merch collection.

[ongnable]

bunny ong bunny ong bunny ong omg

[sorrowfulsoul]

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[secrettps]

Adorable concept for you: GT Gaster but he's pocket sized. Like you can cup him in your hands and he's barely as tall as your pointer finger. If you want even MORE serotonin, look up "HandPlates Ukagaster." You done that? Good! Now imagine instead of HandPlates Gaster, its a Glitchtale Gaster that you can pet sitting on your desktop.

Thank you for the great idea and for making me search about handplates ukagaster and now he’s on my pc making me company. Have a tiny gt Gaster as a gift :D

[munsonboy]

Oooo idea time guys and gals,

Giant boy Loki babysitting a tiny child :0

Requested by @just-more-gt-trash !! I’m sorry it took me a while to write this for you! I ended up writing the whole story today just so you didn’t have to wait any longer lol😊

Hope you like it!

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~Teasing Brings Tears~

“Goodness, how did I get myself into this mess?”, said Loki aloud to himself as you clung to his finger. Loki had decided to introduce you to a couple of movies he had found in his closet because he thought that you’d enjoy them. You’ve always shown an immense amount of curiosity for someone who’s only 8 years old and Loki loved that about you. In a way, you reminded him of his younger self. Always curious, but very reserved and shy. He figured the movies would perk your interest and get you to come out of your shell.

Most importantly, he hoped that it would get you to relax more around him. You always stuttered whenever you were with Loki and he hoped to one day stop that from happening. It wasn’t because you were afraid of him. It was just because of how big he was.

Loki didn’t realize that the movies he found were all horror films. So, at the expense of his carelessness for not checking the content of the films, he was forced to let you cling onto his finger. He didn’t have the heart to tear you off of him, so he dealt with the slow loss of circulation.

“Child, can you let go of Uncle Loki?”, he said. You immediately shook your head no, shoving your face into the huge digit you had your arms wrapped around.

“I am not going anywhere, small one. I promised your mother that I would watch over you for the night and I am going to do just that”, said Loki. He had promised your mother that he’d babysit you for the night so that she can spend a few hours relaxing. He has been friends with your mother now for a few years. She lived her whole life in the Avengers Tower in secret, but once Loki moved in, he discovered her within 4 days.

Her friendship with Loki blossomed, but her relationship she had with the man she thought she’d spend the rest of her life with came to an end once he found out that he was going to be a father. Your mother was devastated. It was hard enough getting certain supplies. She never would have been able to do it all on her own if she hadn’t met Loki.

Loki was furious when he found out what happened, but soon became ecstatic when your mother told him about her pregnancy. He was over the moon! Your mother had never seen Loki so thrilled before. He vowed that he’d protect your mother and, without question, you once you were born.

The same question would be thrown at her day in and day out, “Can the little one call me ‘Uncle Loki’ once they’re brought into this world?” Your mother would always laugh and agree to let him have the title of being your uncle.

He loved playing with you. Casting illusion of different animals seemed to be your favorite thing when you were around 3 years old. Loki didn’t mind your requests. He loved seeing you play with whatever animal you wished him to make. Your mother watched from the side lines. The tight knit friendship you and Loki had was all she could have hoped for.

Anyways, Loki was sitting in his bed with blankets and pillows all around him. You sat cupped in his hands, hugging his thumb close to your body. It was the only thing keeping the tears in your eyes from escaping. You didn’t want Loki to think you were a baby.

“My dear, if you let go, I will cast illusions of your favorite animals”, said Loki. He was going to bribe you in anyway he can. Loki didn’t want to see you scared anymore, especially in his presence.

You surprisingly ignored his offer. You thought that he was just going to leave you be, but after a few seconds passed, there was suddenly a weight on your waist that was pulling you away from Loki’s thumb. You held on with all the strength you could muster up, but it just wasn’t enough. Your hands lost their hold on the thumb and you were soon being lifted up to meet the gaze of two green orbs, Loki’s eyes.

“I win”, said Loki with a smirk on his face. If anything, Loki lived up to being your uncle pretty well. Mainly due to the fact that he loved to tease you.

You didn’t say a word to him. “Oh come now, you honestly don’t think that the monster in the film is real, do you?” He paused for a brief moment so you could think that over. “Well, actually now that I mentioned it, I’m fairly sure those types of beasts live in New York-...” He felt you grip on tighter to his finger that was pinching your waist. Loki smiled mischievously.

He decided to keep on poking you with his remarks. “I have actually seen pictures of those creatures in a book back on Asgard. I do recall one of the chapters stated that they feast on children-...mortal children to be exact.”

Loki expected you to laugh, even spare him a little smile, as he joked with you. He obviously wasn’t being serious. Those monsters in the film were a complete disgrace to the ones that could be found throughout the nine realms. However, none of them ate mortal children as Loki had told you. So in the end, you honestly had nothing to be afraid of.

All he got in return were tears covering your cheeks. You started whimpering; your body visibly shaking. It was hard to keep it together when Loki told you that there really are monsters out there. You just couldn’t hold back the tears anymore.

Through your whimpers, which were getting louder, you heard Loki gasp in front of you. As quickly as you started crying, you were gently pressed against a soft, but firm, warm surface. Your eyes shot open and saw that Loki had pressed you close to his cheek, giving you a makeshift hug.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Loki’s other hand approaching. His pointer finger extended outwards and you watched as the tip of it rested on your head and tenderly moved back and forth, stroking your soft hair.

You let it all out at this point. More tears streamed down your cheeks. You stretched out your arms as far as they could and hugged Loki back. The comfort that you were getting from Loki helped a lot.

Loki did his best to calm your nerves. He wasn’t exactly a pro when it came to empathizing with others, but when you, and even your mother, were the ones who needed a shoulder to cry on, Loki would do whatever it takes to get your mind out of its miserable state.

He slowly started to pull you away from his face. A dagger of guilt punctured his chest when he felt you try and grasp onto the skin of his cheek.

You didn’t want the hug to end yet. Facing Loki with the amount of tears that had just left your eyes wasn’t exactly how you wanted Loki to see you. You wanted to be brave for him, but right now it was hard.

Loki held you in front of his face again, gently using the pad of his finger to wipe away your tears. You sniffled as he did this, which made Loki think you were going to start balling again.

“Shh, shh, it’s alright Y/n. I was just joking, my little dove. There are no such creatures like the ones in the movie that even exist”, said Loki.

“B-But you said-...”

“Shh, shh. Forget what I said. What I said were lies. I was just teasing you.”

He pulled his finger away from your face, allowing you to wipe away the excess tears.

Silence filled the space between you and Loki. You had your hands laying in your lap as you sat cupped in Loki’s massive ones.

Loki noticed that he couldn’t feel your tiny form shaking in his hands anymore, so he asked, “Are you alright now, darling?”

You let out a shaky breath. “Y-Yes.”

Loki smiled to himself. “Oh thank the norns”, he said in a funny tone.

You giggled. Loki always knew how to make you laugh. His sarcasm was your number one favorite thing to belly laugh to. You couldn’t even think about the times Loki and your mother had thrown sarcastic replies at each other. You laughed for more than an hour that day.

“How about I choose a movie that isn’t scary? Would you like that, my dear?”, Loki asked as he lowered you down to his chest. You nodded your head yes.

“Alright. Let’s get you comfy then, shall we?” Loki tilted his hand and watched in amusement as you slid down his long fingers. You landed on his chest and almost immediately covered yourself with Loki’s shirt.

He laughed at this. “Y/n, I found the most soft blankets in the tower and yet you cover up with my shirt?”, asked Loki.

“I-It just makes me feel closer t-to you. I feel safe and protected”, you simply stated. You couldn’t see it from your position, but tears had sprung into Loki’s eyes. For Loki to know that you, the smallest being he had ever conversed with, felt safe with him, was the one thing he was most proud of. Many beings that were his size feared him, yet here you were.

“That means more to me than you know, little Y/n. Thank you”, said Loki. You smiled up at the giant god and curled up in a ball. The warmth that radiated off of Loki was much better than any blanket that you covered up with.

“O-Oh! Loki?”, you shyly said. He looked away from the television across the room and down at you with a questioning look.

“Can you c-cup your hand over me?”, you asked.

“Of course I can, sweetheart”, he said. Loki gently rested his hand over you. His hand was so big, he could cover your entire body and no one would be able to tell if there was a little borrower underneath it. He loved how tiny you were.

You could hear the movie that Loki decided to play begin, but sleep decided to take over instead.

Loki smiled from above you. “Good night, my little, brave Y/n. Your Uncle Loki will be here when you wake up. Sleep well.”

[preciouspeterbparker]

the warmest bed i’ve ever known

finally got this bitch finished! 

based on “tis the damn season” by taylor swift. i was also listening to the phoebe bridgers cover of “christmas song”, “last christmas” cover by pale waves (recorded @ spotify), and “home alone, too” by the staves 

also this is only my 2nd time writing starker so lmk what you think plz?

happy holidays! - bloo

word count: 6.07k. this was intended to basically be a porny blurb...instead there’s so much fucking plot it’s probably overwhelming and minimal porn. i’m sorry

warnings: angst, depression & anxiety, drug use (that good kush ft some hotboxing & shotgunning), smut, character death (not tony or peter), tony’s kind of country lmao. despite all the aforementioned things, there is in fact a happy ending! 

summary: peter makes the trip back home for christmas and once again finds himself caught up in deep brown eyes and a charming smile. tis the damn season. 

Peter had forgotten how cold New York winters were. He’d grown used to the year-long warmth of Los Angeles. He supposed the cold was appropriate- it was as if the weather was in cahoots with the solid, frigid thing that was sitting in the pit of his stomach. The last time he’d spent Christmas in Aurora, the last time he’d seen him… Tony.

Just thinking the other man’s name made Peter flex his hands anxiously as he slid out of the driver’s seat of his black Mercedes AMG GT into the amber glow of the streetlight, gently shutting the door closed behind him, still in the overly cautious period of owning the new car. He wondered what Tony would think of it. Last time Peter had come home, he was still driving May’s old Subaru. It’d been almost 2 years to the day, now, which felt like both a century and no time at all. He wished it wasn’t so hard. He wished they hadn’t been caught in this song & dance for so long. It seemed like no matter how good Peter’s intentions, it always came down to one thing: he was so damn scared. He always ran away, no matter how badly he wanted to stay. 

Scuffing a boot through the slush in the street, the brunette straightened his shoulders and made his way toward the brick building, a quick smile quirking half his mouth up as he read the neon red sign above the closed garage door. Stark’s. Memories came flooding back, the countless nights he spent cooped up in the little shop during high school, sketching elaborate ensembles and daydreaming about having his very first collection while surrounded by the smell of motor oil and the sounds of tinkering. The bell above the door jingled merrily as Peter stepped through and wiped his feet on the mat. The pleasant sound of Frank Sinatra crooning the words of “The Christmas Waltz” met his ears. Another small smile flitted over Peter’s face. That was something that tended to happen when he was around Tony. 

“Just a second,” came the slightly muffled voice, a little strained. The man in question was bent over, headfirst in the engine of his old 1979 Chevy C10, the one he’d gotten senior year of highschool. The collar of a heather grey henley peeked out from under a deep red and green plaid flannel stretched over his shoulders as he leaned a little further under the hood, using a wrench to tighten what looked to be a lugnut to Peter from his spot by the door, too nervous to go further inside. 

“I can wait,” Peter replied softly, trying not to stare at Tony’s jean-clad ass and anxious of the older boy man’s reaction. (It looked like Tony had done a lot of growing up over the past two years, no longer the boy he remembered. Peter supposed the same could be said about himself in a way, though he wasn’t sure if it was for better or worse.)

And apparently he was right to be cautious.

Tony promptly smacked his head on the underside of the hood as he jerked upright at the sound of Peter’s voice. “Fuck.”  Moving more carefully, Tony stood upright and turned around, his dark eyes wide. “Peter,” he said, visibly and audibly surprised. To be honest, it hurt Peter a little bit, how surprised he sounded. Maybe coming here was a mistake. Did they not do this nearly every year over the past seven? Had- Oh god, had something changed? Fuck, did Tony finally get tired of-  Had he found-

Peter resolutely cut that train of thought off before he could panic. “Hi, Tony.” He swallowed drily, making eye contact for a moment, before casting his eyes away only for them to make their way back to the open face in front of him. “Think you have time for a quick bite to eat?” He slipped his left hand into the pocket of the new, warm wool coat he bought expressly for this trip. “It’s almost dinner time. And I have a treat,” he intoned, tapping his right pointer and middle fingers against his lips.

Tony beamed and immediately reached for a shop rag to wipe his hands, the black grease and oil smearing on the probably-used-to-be-white-at-some-point fabric. One of those hands came up to scratch at his facial hair, a new addition that made something simmer deep in Peter’s gut. The older man's brown eyes twinkled as he paused to glance at Peter. “You had me at ‘hi, Tony.’” He then proceeded to move about the shop, swiping his phone from atop a chest of metal drawers, Sinatra’s voice coming to an abrupt stop. He pulled on his old lined jean jacket (the one Peter was constantly mending in high school; now it just had small tears in some places, and what appeared to be Tony’s d-i-y patchwork in others). The sign on the front door was flipped to ‘closed’ and Tony pulled a keyring from his belt loop, locking it and flicking off the lights. The streetlights outside the building and the colorful holiday lights strung along the edge of the roof provided just enough light for them to be able to clearly see each other, the sun having set early, around four o’clock. Peter had forgotten about that as well. 

He moved to grab his car keys from a pocket but Tony spoke up, patting the dark green paint of his truck’s hood and walking over to the garage door. His hand hovered over the button that would open it. “Actually, I just finished giving Delilah a tuneup, mind if we take ‘er for a spin?” 

“Sure,” Peter agreed without hesitation, still feeling relieved (and grateful) that his invitation was accepted. 

Tony pushed his palm against the button and paused to do a double-take after the metal door lifted completely. His eyebrows rose at the sight of Peter’s car parked in the small lot beside the shop. “Damn, L.A.. Not worried about your fancy new car?” His tone was slightly teasing, but there was a bit of shock mixed with something else as well, and it caused Peter to go hot, feeling insecure. (What if Tony didn’t like who Peter was, now? Peter didn’t exactly like who he was now.) Tony must’ve noticed his discomfort, because he cracked a grin and bumped his shoulder against Peter’s as he made his way to the driver’s side, yanking the door open. “C’mon, Parker, ‘m just fuckin’ with you. Hop in - how’da some burgers from Delmar’s an’ a trip out to the field sound?” 

***

They grabbed food from the hole-in-the-wall diner down the road (the one where sixteen year-old Peter burned the shit out of his hand on his first day and promptly quit) and once they were bundled back in the truck with their burgers, fries and one banana milkshake (“yeah, but these are your favorite,” Tony had said in response to Peter’s exclamation that it was too cold out), Tony drove them out to the field behind the old high school. He parked the car under the lamppost, leaving it running in order to keep the heat on. His thick mechanic’s fingers began to fiddle with the temperature controls. Nat King Cole was playing quietly on the radio. 

Peter shifted the paper bag of food in his lap, searching for words but not knowing what to say, and plucked the joint and lighter from his coat. The paper-covered filter found its way between his lips and he inhaled softly as he lit the tip. Satisfied with the light, he french inhaled, closing his eyes for a moment. The first hit was always the best. Peter loved the way he could feel it all the way in his bones. He didn’t know how to describe it other than deep. When he opened them, he made eye contact with Tony in the dim light, and immediately cut his gaze away as he felt the heat rush to his face. He could feel when Tony looked away a moment later.

The lull continued and Peter gingerly held the joint between his fingertips as he exhaled, hand outstretched.  

Worn fingers plucked it away, and Peter’s eyes were immediately drawn to the slightly chapped lips that wrapped themselves around the filter. “You stayin’ at um, at May's...old place?” Tony faltered as he inhaled, as if he wasn't sure what the most sensitive way to talk about it was. 

“Yeah," Peter said softly as he looked down at his lap. Spending his first night in the house alone last night had made him feel the loneliest he'd ever been in his life, and that was saying something because he’d been feeling pretty miserable lately. Peter saw May everywhere he looked, waiting to hear her call for him to come taste some new-fangled recipe from the kitchen, or to please, for the hundredth time, rinse the dishes before he put them in the sink. He missed her more than he thought possible, her death earth-shattering after having already lost Ben when he was 17, back when this mess all started. When he left for the first time. When he started running away. “It’s- It’s weird but I’m...adjusting. It’s honestly not that different to when she was alive, though. Y’know- recently.” He cut himself off, not sure if he wanted Tony to know the full reality of his existence, now. 

Because it was true. It killed Peter to admit it, but his relationship with Aunt May started going downhill around the time of Ben’s death, too. By the time she had her heart attack a little more than two years ago, he hadn’t seen her in over a year, or talked to her in nearly as long. It was the biggest regret of his life, pushing May away; the second was the way he essentially did the same thing to Tony, however drawn-out it had been. 

Peter reached out for the joint and his fingers brushed against Tony’s, sending a jolt up his spine. “How,” Peter started, swallowing as he twiddled the lighter between his fingers not holding the joint. “How’ve you been, Tony?” He was scared to ask what he really wanted to know. Have you finally had enough? Did you stop waiting on me? Am I too late? To distract himself a bit, he cracked the window so he could ash the joint before taking another drag. 

"Same ol’, same ol’,” came Tony’s reply, his voice weary. “I mean, you already know this, but nothin’ really changes here." The quiet way he said it was slightly self-deprecating and the younger man hated it, hated that he had something to do with it. (Peter remembered the way he spat the words at Tony in the wee hours of the morning oh so long ago. "I've gotta get out of this fucking town- I can’t stay here, Tony! You might be okay dying here, a nobody with nothing, but I'm not!")

That’s why I had to leave, he thought, chest tightening. I was trapped in this town. It was never you, Tony. You were perfect. You’re perfect. 

"..Yeah," is what came out instead. Peter took another hit before he handed the joint back to Tony and began rifling through the grease-splotched bag, passing the older man his burger before unwrapping his own. He took the top bun off in order to lay down a handful of fries from the bag, smooshing the top back on afterwards. A moan left Peter’s mouth at the first bite, and he heard a chuckle bubble up from Tony’s chest. (He would never admit it, especially not to anyone back in L.A., anyone who didn’t know him before, but this was his favorite meal in the world.)

“Funny that you still do that. So, um,” Tony began again, stuffing a few fries in his mouth and chewing as he spoke out the side of his mouth. “I saw your new collection. It looked nice.” He licked a bit of salt off his thumb. 

Peter’s ears burned as he swallowed his bite and raised an eyebrow at the man across from him. “You pay attention to fashion, now?” He fought off a smile at the thought of Tony delicately flipping through the pages of a high-fashion magazine. 

“Not like- I’ve tried to keep up with your work,” Tony mumbled, swallowing, his own face taking on a bit of a rosy-hue. “Like to know what you're up to all the way out there.” The joint touched his lips for a few seconds before it made its way back to Peter’s fingers. “I do know how Google works.” 

Peter shivered as he felt something flutter in the pit of his stomach at the salt grains that touched his tongue when he took his next pull. “Tastes like salt,” he breathed on the exhale, locking eyes with Tony through the smoke that had accumulated in the car. 

Something flashed in the older man’s eyes as he stole the weed back and took a large hit, crooking his salt-sprinkled fingers to beckon Peter closer. 

Peter’s own reddened eyes widened when he caught on to what Tony wanted, his heart picking up speed. They hadn’t done that in years. Still clutching his burger in his left hand, he used the right to support himself as he leaned over the console to press his mouth against Tony’s. He closed his eyes as he inhaled, fighting the urge to slip his tongue somewhere it didn’t belong. One of Tony’s hands came up to pull his head closer for a moment, his tongue having the same idea as Peter’s, causing him to whine into Tony’s mouth. His pants were getting tight as he licked right back in response, feeling a slight burn from exhaling through his nose. He missed this. Nobody kissed him like Tony did-

“Shit!” Tony pulled away sharply, and Peter’s heart stopped for a second. But when he realized what was happening, he couldn’t contain the surprised cackle that erupted as he saw the joint land in the other man’s lap. “Quit it,” was Tony’s reply, though he was grinning as he said it. He grabbed what was left of the joint off his jeans and stubbed it out the rest of the way on the dashboard. “It burned my fuckin’ finger.”

“Oh poor baby,” Peter shot back, shifting in his seat and taking another bite of his burger. He willed the slight chub to go away, but knew it was a lost cause. He pretty much signed up for it; he was always turned on when he was high around Tony (and most of the time when he was sober, too). Some kind of conditioning or something, he thought deliriously. 

“Ya better hush up, Parker,” Tony snarked and dipped some fries into Peter’s banana shake. He rolled his neck a bit, reaching for his burger. “So, kid. Tell me ‘bout L.A..”

***

Peter was basking peacefully in his high, humming along to whatever was playing through the speakers. He and Tony had both finished their food, chatting about this and that, but nothing of real substance, their earlier stilted conversation far from their minds. Shooting the shit, as Tony called it, over some weed and a meal was their normal routine when they were younger, and it came as naturally as breathing. Peter had never met anyone else he could simply coexist with on this level, simply enjoying the other’s presence for what it was. I love you, he thought as he looked at Tony, who was leaning back in his seat with his eyes closed and nodding his head along with the beat. I’m so in love with you and it scares the shit out of me. 

The younger man’s eyes roved over Tony’s face as his mind raced. What was he doing? Would something be different this time? He wasn’t that angry seventeen year old anymore- now he was twenty-four, clinically depressed, and living someone else’s life. Would it be so bad to finally leave that all behind, to finally let himself have what he’s denied himself for so long? Didn’t he deserve to be happy, after all this pain? And even if it wasn’t in the cards for them, if Peter was destined to be alone, wouldn’t even the most miniscule amount of time with Tony be worth it? 

Tony’s gravelly voice startled him back to the present. “I should probably be gettin’ you home, huh, Peter?” The bearded man opened his eyes and began sitting up, turning to look at him. The expression on his face was unreadable, and Peter didn’t know if he should agree or protest, so he merely lifted a shoulder in faux indifference, shooting Tony a half-smile.

Please, call me Pete… Just Pete, Peter begged in his head. Tony calling him by his full name made the ugly thing in his chest wriggle uncomfortably. Last time he was home, before he said those awful things, Tony hadn’t called him Peter in years. Yet another beautiful thing that he’d taken for granted and ruined for himself. 

“Could also drive around for a bit if you wanted, see some lights.” Damn Tony and his ability to read Peter so well. The suggestion was soft, and he looked down as he said it, almost as if he was feeling shy. 

Peter shook his head minutely and shifted a little in his seat, gently biting his lip. “I’m getting a little tired, haven’t smoked in a while,” he lied through his teeth, but the smile on his face was real this time. 

Tony grinned right back at him.

(“What would we even do on a date? There’s nothing to do here, Tony,” Peter said with a laugh. “I dunno,” Tony replied, snuggling the lighter-haired teenager closer into his chest as they snuggled on the couch. “We could go look at the Christmas lights, get some hot chocolate… I could tie some mistletoe to the mirror in the truck. There’d be sum kissin’ involved….” He trailed off as Peter’s lips found his own. “Or we could do the kissin’ right here,” he murmured, sinking into the kiss.)

***

The drive back to May’s house was spent with Tony catching Peter up on everyone in town as they passed various houses. (“Remember Happy Hogan, the butcher?? Him an’ that pretty florist, Ms. Potts, got married last year. Think they’re havin’ a baby,last I heard.” “Rhodey’s mama died this spring, she got cancer, but he an’ Mr. Rhodes still live out here now that Rhodey’s moved home. Honorable discharge last fall. Done got himself a new girlfriend now too, Carol; he met ‘er in the Air Force.  She’s a sweet one, I think you’d like ‘er.”) 

When they pulled into the driveway, Tony cut the engine and hopped out. Peter did the same, grabbing the bag with their trash and patting his pocket, double-checking for his keys and lighter. He stepped around Tony, who had stopped at the bottom of the front steps, and walked up to the door, fumbling for a minute with his keys under the porch light to find the right one (it had robin’s egg blue polka-dots of May’s favorite nail polish). Tony’s footsteps followed him up the stairs. 

Peter stuck the key in the lock and opened the door a crack before turning to face the taller man. “So.”

Tony’s eyes searched his own as they gazed at one another. “So,” he parroted back. His index finger went up to rub at his nose as he took a hard sniff in. There was a beat of silence. “Thanks for the joint, and uh, the company. It was good seein’ you,” he said at last, a hint of his signature lopsided grin curving his lips. 

Peter felt the goodbye that was coming before it even left Tony’s mouth, and something in him broke. “Don’t leave me here alone.” The words came out of Peter’s mouth in a mumble, and suddenly he couldn’t make eye contact with Tony, losing focus and staring at his own feet instead. He felt the harsh burning of tears as it hit him again just how alone he was about to be when he walked inside, how alone he already was. He was always so fucking alone. 

Even in L.A., so much bigger than fucking Aurora, New York, surrounded by thousands of people, Peter still felt invisible, insignificant. He had no friends. Sure, he had a publicist, and connections, and celebrity acquaintances & clientele. But without his money and his clothes, what would he have? What did he have when he was just Peter Parker, rather than Peter Benjamin, semi-famous designer? Nothing. (When he got the call about May, and he’d broken down in the bathroom during a business meeting with representatives for Tom Ford, he realized he had no one to call. No one to comfort him or tell him it would be okay. He’d sobbed into his pillow that night, screaming his throat raw with Tony’s number punched into his phone, ready to be dialed. He never called.) He had nothing and no one, and it was all his fault because he was so stupid, and maybe this is just what he deserved. If he hadn’t pushed everyone-

“Hey- Hey, Peter, no. Never,” Tony was saying gently, cautiously pulling Peter into his strong arms and out of his anxiety attack. “‘m not goin’ anywhere if y’don’t want me to, baby.” He tucked Peter’s head under his chin, a chill running down his spine due to the chilly evening air. “S’okay, everythin’s okay.” 

Peter sucked in a deep breath through his mouth, trying to calm himself. His forehead dug into Tony’s shoulder painfully but it helped to ground him. The soothing sensation of Tony’s fingers tracing circles on his back helped, too. Peter’s breath was still hitching every so often, so he shut his eyes and tried to synch his breathing with Tony’s. It felt so nice to just be this close to someone- Peter couldn’t remember the last time he’d been held. Tony had probably been the last one to do it, though. (He’d had sex in L.A. of course, but it was all superficial. Nothing real. Nothing like what he had with Tony- not even close.) Shifting slightly, he buried his nose in the crook of Tony’s neck, searching unconsciously for the smell he loved so much; a mix of gasoline, teakwood, and something smoky. The scent sent a shiver down Peter’s spine, and that hot feeling simmered in his stomach again. He’d always joked that he would bottle Tony’s smell if he could. Tony would just laugh and jokingly tease Peter for always having his nose in his neck or armpit.

Now Tony just hummed lightly in response, tightening his hold for a moment before relaxing. “‘Yer’okay,” he whispered, once he could feel that Peter’s breathing had evened out for the most part. 

Peter pulled back a bit and stared at a spot in the middle of Tony’s chest, thinking. He decided to go for it. Worst that could happen was Tony saying no, and leaving Peter here alone, but he knew he’d end up alone eventually. But he’d delay the inevitable as long as he could.  “Kiss me, T,” he said quietly, leaning in before he could change his mind. His lips brushed Tony’s and he pulled back, trying not to go cross eyed looking into the other’s eyes. “I don’t wanna be alone anymore.”

Tony stared at him for a moment before their mouths met again, and Peter nipped gently at his lip before clumsily walking backwards through the cracked front door, pulling Tony with him with their mouths still connected. Tony’s foot kicked it closed behind them, bathing them in darkness, and he tripped a bit when Peter clutched at the lapels of his jacket a little too hard. Cursing under his breath, he leaned back against the door and tugged Peter along, using the support behind him to balance as he toed his boots off. They disconnected momentarily as the shorter man did the same, hands still gripping the denim. 

Peter licked his lip as they stood in the dark entryway. Looking up at Tony, he shrugged his coat off, letting it fall to the hardwood floor beneath them. He reached out and gently pushed the denim jacket off the taller man’s shoulders too before leaning in, stopping just before their lips made contact. “Come upstairs with me,” he whispered. 

Tony’s mocha eyes flitted around for a minute, searching his face for something. Peter couldn’t tell if he liked what he saw, but Tony kissed him again before taking his hand. “Your room,” he questioned, taking hold of the banister and leading Peter up the stairs. 

***

“Fuck, Tony. Right there, right there, ohhhhh.” Peter was on his back with one leg thrown over Tony’s shoulder and the other bent off to the side, the ball of his foot pushing into the mattress. The mechanic’s uncut cock was stretching his lubed hole. Tony was leaning over him and one of his hands was clutching at Peter’s hip, the other at the leg up by his face. His facial hair scratched deliciously against the pale skin on the inside of Peter’s knee as he pressed a kiss there. 

(Tony had kissed and licked and sucked praises into the skin of his neck, chest, stomach and thighs as he’d fingered him open at a torturously slow pace. “So good fer me, Pete. Look at you. You’re so goddamn beautiful.” Peter had whimpered and whined the whole time as he tried to fuck himself on the thick digits whose pads were caressing his prostate.) 

A moan left the older man’s lips as he looked into Peter’s eyes. “You feel so good, baby. Always feel so- fuckin’- good,” he grunted, thrusting further in the tight, wet heat. “Love fuckin’ your ass.”  He dug his fingers tighter into Peter’s skin, sure to leave bruises. 

Gasping, Peter arched his hips up, toes curling, cock bobbing against his stomach with every thrust. He could feel Tony deep inside him, in that place that only he had ever been able to reach. Fuck, why had he ever let this go? Never letting you go again, Tony. You can’t leave me alone. I need you. I love you. He whined, baring his neck in a silent plea and bringing his leg down so that both were wrapped around the man’s thick waist. Tony reacted accordingly; his hands moved up to clutch at Peter’s near the headboard and his mouth latched onto the column of Peter’s neck, sucking. A wounded noise escaped Peter, his hole clenching, and Tony bit down harshly at the sensation. Peter keened again, going limp on the mattress as his legs fell open to the side. “Shit, Tony, god!” 

Hot, wet breath tickled Peter’s neck with every ragged exhale that left Tony’s mouth, causing the smaller to whine lewdly, squirming. “Yeah? Are you- mine? Y’gon be mine- huh, Pete?” Peter heard the unspoken question, the twinge of desperation in Tony’s voice. Will you finally be mine? He sounded tired, that deep-in-your-bones type weariness, Peter noticed as he felt his own chest start to get tight. He’d really done a number on the person who deserved it the least. And for what? To come crawling back years later, expecting to be forgiven? 

Yes, he thought in response to Tony’s question, hating himself for it. One of his hands tangled itself in the crown of Tony’s head, fingers pulling the strands at the root possessively as teeth sunk into his neck again. Yours. Always yours. He let out another moan, rolling his hips in an attempt to get some friction on his neglected cock that was weeping precum as Tony continued to thrust in and out of him. “Please, please- Tony, please.” If Peter had any shame left, he’d probably be blushing at how needy and wrecked he sounded. Instead it just turned him on, knowing just how gone he was for the other man. 

With a grunt, Tony redistributed his weight and brought two fingers to Peter’s lips. “Open up fer a minute, baby,” he requested softly, slipping the digits inside. Peter laved them with his tongue, coating them with thick saliva and Tony groaned at the feeling, dick twitching in Peter’s ass. Once they were sufficiently wet, he pulled his fingers away, a thin string of drool stretching to connect them to Peter’s slick lips. “Fuckin’ gorgeous, Pete, Christ.” His calloused hand wrapped loosely around the hot, rosy cock between them. “Fuck my hand, baby.” 

Peter complied without hesitation, rocking his hips and pressing his shaft in and out of the slick tunnel that was Tony’s hand. He cried out when Tony’s thumb caressed the underside of the head as the cock inside of him nailed directly into his prostate. The pressure had already been a lot, but the pleasure was suddenly overwhelming in a new way. He was so close and Tony hadn’t even been touching him for thirty seconds. “F-fuck, Tony, I’m gonna- Ahhhhh-”  

“Yeah, cum for me, Pete,” Tony’s warm breath heaved into his ear, tongue sneaking out to lick the outer shell and dip inside briefly at the same time he tightened his grip on Peter’s sensitive member.  “Fuck, cum for me, baby, cum on my- Cum on my cock- God-.” 

And with a cry, Peter did just that, biting into Tony’s shoulder as the tension in his gut snapped, hole twitch relentlessly around the hard cock inside him as his own shot spurt after spurt of hot cum on his chest; some reached the hollow of his throat and his chin. “God, Tony, shit, shit, shit.” 

“Yesssss, Pete, holy fuck.” Tony buried himself inside one last time, his mouth latching onto the column of Peter’s neck as he reached his orgasm, shoving himself inside as deep as possible. His dick twitched, painting Peter’s insides with his spend and making him groan. 

They stayed that way for a moment before Tony pulled back to look into Peter’s eyes. “Lemme clean’ya up,” he offered gently as he carefully pulled his softening cock out of the heat of the younger man’s ass. There was a slight burbling sound, and he brushed his lips against Peter’s when he saw the embarrassment flash across his face. “Hol’ on.” Climbing out of the bed, he made his way to the bathroom that was adjoined to Peter’s room.

Peter’s heart was beating uncomfortably in his chest as he lay among the sheets, bringing his hands up to his chest to fiddle with each other anxiously. It couldn’t be over. He wasn’t ready for it to be over. He wasn’t ready to be alone again. 

When Tony walked back in, he got back on the bed, gently wiping the cum off Peter’s chest with a warm rag, smirking at the full-body shivers that ran through the young man in response to the cloth being swiped lightly over his nipples. Once his chest was clean, Tony moved down to run the fabric between Peter’s ass cheeks, collecting the milky-white substance that was leaking out of the hole. 

“Stay,” Peter whispered, once Tony had thrown the washcloth in the hamper and climbed back into bed at Peter’s invitation of patting the spot beside himself in bed. He wiggled so that his back was pressed up against Tony’s front. His fingers tangled themselves with those on a slightly larger hand and as he let his eyes slip shut, he felt Tony’s lips press a kiss into the sweaty curls at the back of his head. 

*** 

When Peter woke up, it was well past noon. The bed was so warm that the heat from his and Tony’s bodies trapped up under the fluffy comforter would be sweltering if he didn’t crave it so much. 

Peter swallowed drily as he looked at Tony’s face in the afternoon light, peaceful in sleep. At some point during their sleep, they had shifted to where they were facing each other. He wanted to trace his fingers along the strong facial features in front of him, but he refrained, not wanting to wake the older man. He knew he needed to talk to Tony. He knew that Tony deserved better. But maybe Peter could be selfish just this once... It was Christmas after all. Tis the damn season and all that. 

Leaning forward, with a hand pressed gently against Tony’s chest, Peter pecked his lips against the sleeping man’s in a kiss. He got no response, so he did it again, adding a little more pressure. Tony began to stir; his arm wrapped lazily around Peter’s naked waist, pulling their bottom halves together. 

“G’mornin’,” Tony mumbled sleepily as he blinked a few times before his gaze focused on Peter. His voice was scratchy and rough, and Peter’s hips jerked slightly in response as he whispered back his own greeting, partially because Tony had begun to get hard. The mechanic brought up a hand and took hold of Peter’s chin, pulling their mouths together as he ground their burgeoning erections together. 

Peter wrapped a leg around Tony’s waist as they lay there on their sides and began to gently rock his hips. “Tony,” he mewled, eyes screwed shut. The words were bubbling up inside him, just like the arousal was blooming in his gut. One of his arms wrapped around Tony’s neck, pulling their bodies together as close as they could get. 

“Yeah,” came Tony’s breathy reply. His eyes were roving over Peter’s flushed face as he undulated his own hips, thumb coming up to press against the younger’s spit-slick bottom lip. “Whadisit?”

Peter took the digit into his mouth for a moment and they made eye contact as he swirled his tongue around the tip, fellating it. He released it from his mouth with a pop, biting his own lip. “Am I too late,” he asked quietly, burying his face in the muscled chest before him, pecking tender kisses on the heated flesh. “Do you still love me?” His voice shook as he continued, breath faltering as well as the sensations built up. He squeezed his eyes shut even though Tony couldn’t see the tears building in his eyes as he chased his pleasure, preparing for the inevitable pain that was sure to follow. 

“Pete.” The way Tony said his name was reverent, like he didn’t see Peter for the walking mistake that he was. He was breathing heavier now, too, with the exertion of frotting their hard cocks together. “How could I ever stop, baby?” He craned his neck in order to meet Peter’s eyes. “Was just waitin’ on ya t’come home.” He pressed their lips together as Peter’s leg tightened around his waist. “Was always just waitin’ on ya t’come home,” he repeated. A particularly hard thrust had them both groaning, clutching desperately at each other as they chased that euphoric feeling. “’Course I love you, Peter. Now cum for me.”

Peter couldn’t help but obey as a sob burst from his lips, Tony following him over the edge. “I love you,” he cried, as their bodies shook together. “I’m s-sorry Tony, I love you- Don’t go, don’t ever leave me. I won’t- I promise I won’t go again. I can’t go again, I can’t leave you again. I won’t.” Tony’s thumbs came up to wipe the tears from under his eyes, and a kiss was pressed to his temple as he felt himself be pulled into those strong arms. 

“I’d never leave you, Pete.”

***

The bed was cold when Peter woke again. He lay there, watching the sunset through his bedroom window. Gentle creaks could be heard as the house groaned under pressure from the falling snow. He rolled over, grimacing at the pain in his lower half and pulling a pillow to his chest. It still smelled of teakwood, smoke, and gasoline. He smiled, burying his face further into the intoxicating scent. “I love you,” he whispered to the empty house, feeling lighter than he had in years. 

(Yes, the bed was cold, now. But Tony would be back to warm it up. And he’d have burgers, fries, and a banana milkshake when he returned. Maybe even a joint. Peter was glad he didn’t have to wait long. They’d had just about enough of that over the past seven years.)

[bittykimmy13]

You know what I woke up wanting this morning?? Shenanigans between an aspiring sorcerer and a fairy dude. The thought of smol magical person scolding a dumbass human who doesn't know shit about magic lol

The fairy happens upon a human who's obliviously trying to learn 7 brands of magic at once and not knowing the difference.

Fairy: "are you trying to spontaneously combust?? Bc that's how you spontaneously combust"

Human asks for the fairy to help, but fairy is obviously like "nah fam" bc humans are big and scary and they suck. But the fairy does stick around to watch for fun. And woops, over time the fairy starts getting endeared by the human and will offer a few pointers here and there

Before the fairy knows it, he's in too deep and he CARES about the human. They prob save each other a couple times from something or other. And bc I'm a Predictable Sleepy GT Slut, the fairy will cuddle up for warmth on a cold night :')

So finally the fairy is concerned enough to ask why the human is even trying to do magic and the human says something INSANE like necromancy 💀

And the fairy is just

Fairy probably tries to lovingly sabotage the human's magical attempts after that lol. Will probably have to save the human from getting consumed by a demon, yknow how it is

Anyway, adding this to my current rotation of daydreams, bye ✨