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queen-of-the-avengers · 1 year ago

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Captain Marvel: Part Nine

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: For the sake of the rewrite, Howard and Maria Stark dies on December 16, 1997 instead of 1991. Tony is 23 when they die.

"Look what I got!" Monica says and races into the room with a box.

You and Carol walk over to Monica who is too eager to show her aunty the things she's saved for her. She begins with the pictures and explains them as she hands them over for Carol to look at.

"This is me and you on Halloween." The picture is of Monica and Carol with Monica dressed as a pilot and Carol in older clothing. "I'm Amelia Earhart and you're Janis Joplin." Monica takes out another picture of a young Carol standing next to her father. "Oh, this is you when you were little. You didn't get along with your parents so Mom said we became your real family." The third picture is of them at Christmas. "This is us on Christmas. I got more."

All the photos blend together and Monica's words fade into the back as Carol stares at herself through someone else's memories. Another picture is of Carol when she was little, and another when she graduated high school. This time, Carol lets the tears roll down her cheeks.

"How about we stop with the pictures, okay?" you ask gently.

"Okay," Monica takes them back. "Oh wait. I forgot, your jacket. Mom doesn't let me wear it anymore after I spilled ketchup on it."

Monica isn't here to shove things into Carol's hands, so Carol rummages through the box until she finds her old dog tags which had been burned in half.

"That was all that survived the crash, or so we thought," Maria explains.

"Are you okay?" you ask Carol and grab her hand.

"I don't know," she whispers. Someone knocks on the door and before Maria can get to it, Carol stops her. "Don't answer that."

"It's just my neighbor."

"They can change into anyone."

You, Carol, and Fury walk to the door carefully in case what's on the other side is a green alien pretending to be someone else. Carol opens the door and stares at a man who looks at her nervously.

"Hi, there."

"What do you want?" Carol asks with her eyes narrowed.

"Hey, Tom. This is my friend Carol and her girlfriend, Y/N," Maria introduces.

"Pleased to meet you." He holds out his hand, and when Carol grabs it, she sends a small wave of electricity through his body. "Yow! Static electricity out here's no joke. I noted that peculiar bird you got parked by the road, and I was just wondering if you'd mind if I bring the boys over to get a closer looksie?"

"A closer looksie?" you ask.

"Yeah."

"To see the bird parked out by the road? You're really working overtime to sell this one, aren't you Talos?"

"I'm sorry. Tom, this isn't really a good time. I'll come by tomorrow. Okay?" Maria says and slowly closes the door.

"Uh..."

"Okay."

"You know, you really should be kinder to your neighbors. You never know when you're gonna need to borrow some sugar."

The floorboards creak behind you and you turn to see Talos standing there in his true form with a shake in his hands. You and Carol hold up your hands in preparation for a fight, Fury aims his gun at Talos, and Maria stands there confused.

"Hang on a second, before you go swinging those jazz hands around and making a mess in your friend's house, hear me out."

"Oh, my God. What the hell?" Maria gasps.

You look out the window and see Monica outside with her mother, even though Maria is inside with you. The Skrull pretended to be her neighbor, then turned into Maria when it became relevant to him.

"No one's gonna hurt the girl. Just, don't kill me. It would really complicate the situation," Talos sighs.

"I'm about five seconds from complicating that wall with some ugly-ass Skrull brains," Fury threatens.

"I'm sorry I simmed your boss, but now I stand before you as my true self. Without deception."

"Who the hell is out there?" you ask.

"Okay, that's a fair point, but I'm sure that you understand, I had to take some precautions. I saw you two crush twenty of my best men with her hands bound. I just wanna talk."

"Last time we talked, we ended up hanging from our ankles."

"That was before I knew who you were. Before I knew what made you different from the others. I have an audio recording from Pegasus of your voice from a plane crash six years ago on a device I believe you call a 'black box'."

"They told me it was destroyed in the crash. How'd you get it?" Maria asks.

"Does she not understand? Young lady, I have a special skill that kinda allows me to get into places I'm not supposed to be in."

"Call me young lady again, and I'm gonna put my foot in a place it's not supposed to be," she glares.

"Am I supposed to guess where that is?"

"Your ass," you, Fury, and Carol say at the exact same time.

"Okay, I get it. We're all a little on edge here. Look, I just need your help decoding some coordinates. If you sit down and listen to this, I assure you, it'll be worth your while."

"Call your buddy back inside and I'll listen," Carol crosses her arms.

"Deal," he nods. Goose walks into the room and presses herself against Talos' legs. When he feels the small creature, he bounces back in fear. "Oh, my God! Get that thing away! How'd that get in here?"

Carol picks up the cat and holds her toward Talos. The more she walks to him, the more he steps back until he can't go any further.

"The cat? This isn't what you're afraid of, is it?"

"That's not a cat. That's a Flerken."

"A Flerken?" Fury laughs.

"Mom?"

All heads turn to see Monica there with the Skrull behind her. The Skrull transforms back into his true self, and he shrugs knowing he was just following orders.

"Come here, baby." Monica runs into her mother's arms, and she kisses the top of her head. "I have somewhere we can listen to that thing, but it's not here."

Maria has a study out back that is secluded enough to have this kind of conversation. Monica waits outside wearing headphones so she doesn't hear what's being said. She's too young to understand, and she would only get in the way at this point. Maria grabs the tape from Talos and puts it into her computer. The computers that Howard Stark had back then world a bit faster than this, but it eventually loads, and the audio clip plays.

"Punch in the coordinates. 5229,. -47, 8.768, 0.2," Lawson said.

"Copy that. Where are we going Doc?" Carol's voice came next.

"My laboratory."

"Your laboratory? What do you mean?"

"Oh, no."

"Is that...? Wait, what is that? It's not showing up on my radar!"

Carol, the woman you love, is confused but angry for not remembering this. You take her hand and she holds it tightly.

"Go Carol. Fly!" Lawson urged.

The sounds of planes rushing around and weapons being fired are all that can be heard until you hear Carol's voice.

"That's no MIG, Lawson. Who the hell are they?"

"Those are the bad guys. Fly faster, now."

"Yes, ma'am. What do they want?"

"Me. My work. I never should have brought you along," Lawson said regretfully.

"Here come some G's."

You're not sure what's happening since there is no video involved, but you can assume that Carol and Lawson tried so hard to get whoever is chasing them off their tail. Something hits the plane, causing it to fall back down to Earth.

"Bail out! Bail out! Bail out! Stay with me, Lawson!"

There are sounds of a crash, then nothing until you hear faint voices being picked up from the recorder that is still playing.

"Danvers, do you copy?" Maria asked over comms.

"Yeah, I copy. On the ground," Carol assured. "Your blood... it's blue."

"Never mind that. How's my hair?" Lawson jokes. "Help me out." When she does, Lawson groaned in pain. "I have to destroy it before they get here."

"What? Lawson?"

"You remember what I said about our work here? What it's for?"

"To end wars?"

"Yeah, but the wars are bigger than you know. You should know my name is not Lawson. My real name is Mar-Vell and I come from a planet called Hala."

"I would say that your delusional but we just got shot down by a spaceship, and your blood is blue."

"Listen, I spent half my life fighting a shameful war. Now, skedaddle before you give me any more regrets. Just remember the coordinates, okay? You've got to save them without me."

"Save who? How?" Carol asked.

"I've got to blow this engine before they find it."

Someone fires their weapon, and based on how Carol cried out, it was Mar-Vell that got hit.

"We have no interest in hurting you," Yon-Rogg said.

"What the fuck?" you gasp.

He was involved since the beginning. You knew something was off about that man, and this proves it.

"No?! Because all the shooting kinda gave the wrong impression!" Carol yelled.

"Where is the energy core?"

"Pararescue's on the way. You have two minutes until you're surrounded," Carol gritted out.

"Then I see no reason to prolong this conversation," Yon-Rogg laughed.

"No, wait! Do you mean that energy core?"

Some more silence follows her words. Then, a loud explosion happens; the same explosion that came from the energy core being shot at. If you had to guess what's happening is that when Carol blew up the engine, she absorbed the Tesseract's power, which gave her the powers she has today.

That's how she ended up on Hala. Her life was stolen from her.

"Commander, she's still moving. Permission to fire?" Minn-Erva said.

That bastard knew everything that happened.

"Hold your fire."

"There's nothing left. The core has been destroyed."

"She absorbed its power. She's coming with us," Yon-Rogg decided.

The audio clip ends there, and Carol storms out of the barn to grab some air. You quickly follow with everyone else behind you.

"Carol--"

"He fucking lied to me!" she yells as her hands glow bright orange.

"Carol! Look at me." You grab her hands to calm her down. "I need you to calm down if we're going to try and sort this out."

"He lied to me," she sniffles with tears in her eyes.

"I know, and trust me when I say this... I will make him pay."

"You were right. Everything that I knew was a lie."

"Now you understand," Talos says from behind.

"What? What do I understand now?" Carol shouts.

"Yon-Rogg killed Mar-Vell. He killed her because she found out that she was on the wrong side of an unjust war."

"No. Your people are terrorists that kill innocents. I saw the ruins on Torfa."

"Ruins that the Accusers are responsible for. My people lived as refugees on Torfa. We became homeless ever since we resisted the Kree rule, and they destroyed our planet. The handful of us that are left will be slaughtered next unless you help me finish what Mar-Vell started. The coordinates you found would've powered a lightspeed ship capable of carrying us to safety. A new home where the Kree can't reach us."

"They're not the bad ones, Carol. The Kree are. You know what they did to me before I met you. They haven't changed," you try to persuade her.

"Lawson always told us that her work at Pegasus wasn't to fight wars, but to end them," Maria adds.

"She wanted you to help us find the core."

"Well, apparently, I already destroyed it."

"No, you destroyed the engine. The core that powered it is in a remote location. If you help us decode those coordinates. We can find it."

"You'll use it to destroy us," she glares.

"We just want a home," Talos sighs. "You and I lost everything at the hands of the Kree. Can't you see it now? You're not one of them. You never were."

"You don't know me. You have no idea who I am. I don't even know who I am!" she yells.

"You are Carol Danvers," Maria says and walks closer to her. "You are the woman on that black box risking her life to do the right thing. My best friend who supported me as a mother and a pilot when no one else did. You're smart, funny, and a huge pain in the ass. You are the most powerful person I know, way before you could shoot fire from your fists. Do you hear me?"

"We need to find that core and destroy the Kree once and for all. They haven't changed one bit," you back up Maria.

"I know I don't deserve your trust but you two are our only lead," Talos says. "We discovered that both of your energy signatures matched Mar-Vell's core. Now, we know why. If only you knew the importance of it to me. I just need your help decoding the coordinates to Mar-Vell's lab."

"Those weren't coordinates. They're safe vectors," Carol explains. "Orbital positioning and velocity."

"You didn't find her lab on Earth, because it's not on Earth," you say.

"That was the location on the day of the crash six years ago. If we track its course, we'll find it in orbit right now."

"It's just basic physics."

"In orbit?" Talos looks at his friend who just shrugs. "Was that so difficult to figure out? I mean, you're my science guy, right?"

"Yon-Rogg will catch up to you soon. We've got to get the core before he does," Carol says.

"Let me stay down here. I'll kick his ass," you growl.

"I need you with me," Carol whispers to you. "I can't do this without you."

"I'll stay and simm Carol," the scientist states.

"Mmm. So, the rest of you are going to space? In what?"

"A few tweaks to your vessel should do it. I can handle the modifications," the scientist offers.

The plane you came here in is the one you're going to go to space in. Talos' science guy isn't too bright when it comes to figuring out where Mar-Vell's lab is, but he is damn good at modifying the plane to endure the height and possibly space. While they're doing that, you and Carol are talking to Maria and her daughter inside.

"Well, I could use a co-pilot. God knows she can't fly a plane," Carol jokes and nudges you in the ribs.

"I never needed to when I can fly," you brag.

You and Carol look at Maria who widens her eyes in realization.

"No. No, I... I can't. I can't leave Monica."

"Why? It's okay. I can stay with grandma and pop-pop."

"There's no way I'm going baby. It's too dangerous."

"Testing brand new aerospace tech is dangerous. Didn't you used to do that?"

"Your plan is to leave the atmosphere in a craft not designed for the journey, and you anticipate hostile encounters with a technologically superior foreign enemy. Correct?"

All she gets in return is a shrug from Carol.

"That's what I'm saying. You have to go."

"Monica..."

"You have the chance to fly the coolest mission in the history of missions, and you're gonna give it up to sit on the couch and watch Fresh Prince with me? I just think that you should consider the kind of example you're setting for your daughter," she manipulates.

"I like her," you grin.

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khalixascorner · 2 years ago

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Penance Pt 4

Day 8 of my 12 days of ChristStarkersmas!

Summary: Becoming Superior had muted Tony Stark's emotions and his ability to sense his soul mate. Getting bit by a spider had amplified Peter's. When they meet for the first time, Peter loses control, lost to the primal need to bond. After force bonding himself to Tony, Peter is distraught and offers himself up for whatever punishment Tony deems fit. Tony puts this to the test before deciding to keep his little spider, even if they had a rough start.

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Peter Parker, Omega Tony Stark, SIM Tony Stark, Dark Tony Stark, Scent Drunk Peter Parker, Soul Bond, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Forced Bonding, Making the Best of It, Honor Bondage, Verbal Bondage, lots of smut, First two chapters are darkest then it gets a bit fluffier, Sounding, top omega, face fucking, Lots of Sex, Aged-Up Peter Parker Age Difference

Read on AO3 here Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

They were both showered, fed, and dressed in fresh clothes when Tony decided it was time to address what had happened.

“So, you want to tell me what the fuck was going through your head when you assaulted me?” Tony asked. His previous burning rage had settled to mere embers but he didn’t intend to let the boy off easily.

“I- I can’t really explain it well, sir,” the kid said. “I was so excited and nervous to meet you. It was my first inspection and I’ve admired you for so long and then you came in and I just-”

“Just?” Tony asked as the kid hesitated.

“You smelled like home. Like a warm fire and honey vanilla tea,” the kid said softly. “I just remember smelling that and then the next thing I knew, I was on top of you, blood in my mouth, and, and…” The kid gestured helplessly at Tony, his face one of agony and guilt. “I swear I didn’t mean for that to happen. I never would have been in the room if I had realized- it’s never been a problem before. Even when other smells were strong or-or good, it’s never done that. I’ve never lost control like that.”

The boy was pacing now, pulling at his hair as if trying to ground himself. Tony watched even as something about his word choice caught in his mind.

“What’s never caused a problem before?” Tony asked. The boy froze and gave him a mournful look.

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Peter knew, when Stark asked that, that he would have to answer, but he also knew his dreams of one day standing side by side with the Superior as Spider-Man would be over when he did, if they weren’t already.

“I- I’m Spider-Man, sir,” Peter said, his voice soft but clear. “I’m enhanced, including my sense of smell. I’ve never lost control like that though, I swear. I’ve always been care-”

Stark held up a hand, cutting Peter off. The man paced, clearly thinking about something, and Peter fidgeted nervously as he waited.

“Overloads. You were passing out because I was overloading your senses,” Stark finally said, looking up at Peter as if to confirm. Peter just nodded, unsure of where the other man was going with it. “Why didn’t you safe word? If it was too much?”

“Because I can take it, and I deserved it,” Peter said, his eyes glued to the floor in shame. “If you weren’t enhanced, I could have killed you, and as it is, I- I raped you and force bonded you. That’s not ok. I’m supposed to be a hero but-”

His throat grew tight with shame again, and Peter swallowed hard as he tried to take steadying breaths. The omega just watched him, not moving to interfere. Peter knew it was wrong, that he didn’t deserve comfort, but he still wished the omega would take him in his arms again and let him bury himself in his scent.

“I’m so sorry, sir, I lost control and I hurt you and I fucked everything up,” Peter said as he found his voice again. He buried his face in his hands, and simply waited for the Superior’s judgment and wrath to return.

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Tony watched the young alpha fall apart even as Jarvis was running numbers and pulling the kid’s profile up. Peter Parker, aged 20, impressive grades and the project that got him the internship looked related to his side gig as a vigilante. He was ardently pro the Superior’s reign, and overall not a bad ally to have, Tony mused. Not a bad pet alpha either, given how well he obeyed Tony and how malleable he would be at this age. Decision made, Tony stepped forward and gathered the alpha into his arms.

“While I can’t say that what you did was ok, I do forgive you,” Tony said, letting the smaller alpha nose at his scent gland. “It was out of your control.”

Peter sagged against him, sobbing his thanks, so Tony guided them over to the couch so that he could hold his pet more comfortably until he calmed down. The omega intentionally made his scent more soothing and ran his wrist over the alpha, scent marking him possessively.

As he waited, Tony thought back to the moment he met Peter, and he realized he had felt something too, but it had been so muted and then lost beneath the fury and disbelief at his situation.

Peter was very likely his soul mate, and if Tony was right, then his young mate was likely affected more strongly by their meeting, whereas Tony was less affected due to the dampening effect extremis had on his body’s chemistry. It also explained how a heat had been suddenly triggered as well.

He smirked, as it would just bind Peter to him even tighter, especially with how strongly the little alpha had reacted to Tony’s displeasure.

Peter eventually cried himself out and Tony let him nap in his arms even as he started planning an extremis modification for his pet. He wanted to make sure he had every advantage while still being tightly bound to Tony so he was forced to strip away major components while modifying others to work with the spider DNA and not remove it.

“Sir?” Peter mumbled as his eyes fluttered open.

“Easy, spiderling,” Tony said, and Peter just sighed and leaned into him. “Your body is a bit worn out.”

“Mmm, thank you,” Peter mumbled even as he got more comfortable again.

“You’re welcome, pet,” Tony said. “Now, what do you like to eat? Italian? Thai?”

“Italian sounds good, sir,” Peter said sleepily. “You don’t have to feed me though. I- I can get out of your hair.” Peter yawned and Tony just chuckled.

“I don’t have to do anything,” Tony said mildly. “I’m choosing to because I’m also choosing to give you a chance. You bonded us and that’s not exactly an easy thing to break.”

“What?” Peter’s look of incredulousness was amusing.

“You didn’t realize it?” Tony asked, and Peter flushed.

“I’m so sorry, sir,” Peter said, his head down again. Tony would have to fix that because no mate of his could survive being so meek.

“Don’t be sorry, just be the mate I need you to be,” Tony said firmly. He had to fight down a chuckle at the determined look Peter gave him as he swore to be the best mate there ever was for Tony.

Truly, the kid made it too easy, dancing to Tony’s tune the whole way.

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Dinner was nice, and Peter loved Tony’s company. However, there was one thing weighing heavily on his mind.

“Sir, can you-I mean is there-can you make sure I can never hurt you again?” Peter practically begged. “I don’t want to lose control again. Someone has to be able to stop me.”

Tony hummed and thought about it a minute before nodding.

“If you’re really sure about giving me what’s essentially a kill switch, I could modify the nanites and extremis to create a hack into your system that only I can access,” Tony said, though his voice was skeptical. “I’m not sure you’d want that though. Most people wouldn’t trust me with such things.”

Peter, however, didn’t hesitate.

“Please, sir, do what you need to, I just don’t want that to happen again.”

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If Tony were a better man, he’d feel bad taking advantage of such earnest eyes and the loyal heart that beat within the same body. Instead, he just felt victorious as he agreed to take a look at Peter’s genetics later that week. He couldn’t wait to get his pet modified how he wanted him.

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sunnydaleherald · 1 year ago

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Confident 04 | jjk

↳ Summary: After giving Jungkook the best suck of his life he’s left wondering if what you said was true. Was it really your first time? ‘Cause Jungkook thinks you might’ve lied.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

↳ Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, college au, fuckboy! jk

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Word count: 5.6k

↳ Warnings: profanity, manipulation, verbal and physical assault, slut shaming, sum pining and yearning here and there, some slight jealous kook, also this is kind of unedited? I read through like the first few paragraphs then posted it cos i just couldnt wait !

↳ a/n: finally !!! here she is ahhh thank you to everyone who has been so supportive and patient for this series <3 I hope you enjoy this chapter and of course feel free to leave any comments. Also, i know i alluded to our oc being a total girlboss but i had to rewrite some of those scenes as i felt it wasn't very realistic in terms of her relationship with jk. anyways i hope you guys have a splendid time reading and once again thank you ! <3

↳ Series: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

Previously...

He doesn’t do anything else but stare at you impatiently. You think there is a hint of annoyance there too.

On the screen, Tony Stark’s heart deteriorates.

You don’t know why your own heart feels the same.

Jeon Jungkook has definitely had his fair share of angry phone calls.

Majority of them happen to come from the many women Jungkook had slept with. Why you may ask? Well, because Jungkook has a terrible habit of making empty promises. Promising whispers of staying the night and waking up to cuddles and breakfast, only for these women to wake up to an empty bed of lies.

This angry phone call however, was a complete outlier from the rest.

“Hello, Sana?”

There’s a deep sigh followed by a small sniffle that makes Jungkook hold his breath.

“Can you come over please?”

Jungkook stills like a sim waiting for its next instruction before realising he hasn't replied when Sana lets out another sigh. Though this time she’s clearly frustrated.

“Uh, you want me to come over right now?”

Her reply is quick and fierce, “Yes! Why are you busy or something?”

Jungkook slowly leans towards the small opening of his bedroom door to peer out at you lazily blowing stray strands of hair out of your face. It brings a warm grin to his lips.

“Sana, I- I’m sort of in the middle-”

Again, her reply comes quick, “Jungkook, I need you.”

Jeon Jungkook is a weak, weak man, and before he knows it, he’s flying out of his dorm, completely missing the way your whole body drops.

Sana’s face is flawless, not a single smudge of makeup or hair out of place. It’s definitely not the sight Jungkook expected judging from the muffled sniffles he had heard earlier. It makes Jungkook wonder the true reason as to why he was asked to come over.

Sana doesn’t beat around the bush the second Jungkook steps foot in her apartment. “What are you doing?”

Jungkook scratches his head, “You asked me to come over? Did I do something wrong?”

She scoffs in reply, hands on her hips and a perfectly shaped brow condescendingly raises. “Listen, I know what I said the other day, but I didn’t expect you to go off with her of all people.”

An awkward pause fills the room along with a rising tension that becomes more and more suffocating as the seconds tick by.

“Are you serious right now Jungkook?” Sana rolls her eyes heading towards her desk where her phone lays.

Jungkook remains confused and slightly irritated by the loud clicking of Sana’s pointy acrylic nails against her phone screen. He quickly tries to wrack his brain of any terrible actions he has done recently however, nothing comes up. That is until Sana’s bright screen is pushed towards his face and a grainy picture of you and Jungkook burns his retinas.

Oh, so that’s what she’s mad about.

Jungkook remembers when the photo was taken. He remembers how he so unwittingly grabbed your hand. He remembers how your fingers fit so perfectly in his, your small fingers gripping his tightly. “How did you get that photo?”

Jungkook jumps at the sudden shriek, “Ugh! That’s the first thing you ask? Really!?”

Sana rarely ever irritates Jungkook even when she can be overdramatic and unreasonable. So why has her mere presence suddenly become suffocating?

“Why are you so upset? You’re the one who wanted to stop this...” Jungkook starts, motioning wildly with his hands. “...This complicated friendship.”

She scoffs, breaking the intense eye contact they share because she knows he’s right but is too proud to lose this fight. So she changes tactics, like she usually does because it always works on Jungkook, because she has Jungkook wrapped around her pretty little finger.

“I just didn’t think you’d get over me this easily,” she croaks, voice changing as she begins to fan her face to stop any oncoming tears that may spill out of her misting eyes.

Something feels different, Jungkook can feel it. There is no sudden tug at his heartstrings, no sudden urge to comfort and cuddle her because now Jungkook can finally see right through her act.

How has he let himself become blind to her actions for so long?

“Sana stop, you’re being really immature right now,” Jungkook firmly says as he takes a step back towards her door, and it's that small movement that triggers something red and livid within Sana’s small frame.

She moves with slow and controlled motions, her hands slowly and sensually trailing up Jungkook’s toned chest. She takes one step closer, and then another all while she flutters her wispy lashes innocently in a way she knows will make him crumble. It's her last resort.

Jungkook's eyes widen as he watches his world suddenly move in slow motion. He watches Sana lean onto her tippy toes, her glossy lips puckering up to Jungkook’s stern grimace.

It’s Jungkook’s turn to sigh when he turns his head away from her and gently places his hands on her shoulders as a means to reject her next move.

“Sana,” he breathes out, “what are you doing?”

It's then Sana realises she's lost her very first battle with Jungkook, and she won’t lie, it infuriates her.

Sana keeps her distance while her once dazzling eyes turn into fiery slits. “You’ve changed, you know. Ever since you started hanging out with Jin and the rest of those idiots you never have time for me anymore,” she spits bitterly.

Jungkook’s stomach flips, but not in a way it usually does when he’s around Sana. Jungkook’s stomach flips with anger and alarm. “Don’t say that about my friends.”

Jungkook hates the way she rolls her eyes at him, but he soon finds this hatred growing the second her next sentence hisses out of her venom laced tongue. “I miss the old you, you were so easy. Whatever happened to that Jungkook, hmm?”

Jungkook feels like a fool. The realisation and humiliation hits him at full force, and although he towers over the petite girl in front of him, he is small, powerless.

His next words come out shaky, his throat burns like it's wrapped in barbed wire. “I’m not you’re fucking puppet that you can control Sana.” His vision blurs as his fists clench tightly, “Did you really think of me that way all this time?”

Sana laughs, high pitched and bubbly. It’s sweet as well as sickening. “Newsflash Jungkook! I built you. You would be nothing without me.” She scans his frame menacingly, “did you really think you would become this popular on your own?”

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“I’m done,” Jungkook states, way too calm for someone who just realised their friendship has been built on manipulation and lies.

“Yeah? Get out then,” she huffs back, a hard scowl set on her face.

Jungkook turns on his heel and does just that.

Pretty pastel pink icing oozes out of the flimsy piping bag clutched between your hands. The shade is cute, though the swirl you attempted to make was not. You frown.

You won’t lie, you’re still a little sensitive about how Jungkook left you. Granted, your place in his life is non-existent. You’re not his girlfriend, not a close friend. You’re merely an acquaintance that just got too close. So why have you begun yearning for his presence despite the way he treated you so unpleasantly?

“How is my little baker doing- oh God that is ugly.”

A scowl instantly forms onto your face as you stare up at Jin’s disapproving eyes. “Sure, this is your first time decorating cupcakes, but that’s like the fifth one! Surely, you would’ve improved by now.”

Putting down the so-called ‘ugly’ cupcake, you continue to send Jin a deathly stare. “Thanks Jin, you’re really helpful.”

“Ah, I should’ve kept a closer eye on you,” he tsks, “you’ve wasted my precious icing on these hideous-”

Rolling your eyes for the nth time, you pick up a nice, hefty glob of icing onto your finger and rub it into Jin’s expensive Louis Vuitton shirt. You laugh wildly when he yelps, eyes flickering to his shirt and back to you before running to the closest bathroom all while yelling curses your way.

Breaking off a chunk of your cupcake and stuffing it into your mouth, you hear a shuffle behind you followed by two warm hands on your shoulders.

You're surprised by the bright boxy smile and sweet greeting that meets you. “I didn’t know you were here,” Taehyung says, engulfing you in a lung crushing hug which would be entirely uncomfortable if it weren't for the way he sweetly rubs your back and places his chin right on top of your head.

“I didn’t know you were here either,” you reply before further questioning, “wait, why are you here?”

“I was trying to study but my roommate is too loud, and the library is crowded.” He ruffles his fluffy hair slowly like he’s frustrated, and your eyes subtly follow the movement, “plus have you seen Jin’s study room It’s fucking beautiful.”

“Oh my gosh it is! And he never uses it!” you exclaim, turning around to offer Taehyung one of your decorated cupcakes.

Taehyung takes it without hesitation, breaking off a small piece to pop into his mouth. “Mmmm”, he hums, “did you make these?”

“Nah Jin made them obviously, but I did decorate them,” you say proudly, “though Jin said my icing skills are ugly.”

Taehyung studies the swirl you made, shaking his head slightly, “no, they're cute!” he exclaims brightly to which you return with a wide grin. “But, they're definitely not as cute as the person who made them,” Taehyung winks at you, his lips dropping into a smirk.

You look away, embarrassed by his teasing while Taehyung uses your shyness as an opportunity to boop your nose with an icing smothered finger.

Gasping at the sudden interference, you push Taehyung’s shoulder, turning back around to find the piping bag and get your revenge.

Predicting your next move, Taehyung is quick on his feet, running away from your wicked grin. However, Taehyung’s legs are long, so long that it’s quite difficult to catch him. “Taeeee,” you whine out as you attempt to chase after his giggling form.

He stops with a huff and bends down just for you to swipe his nose with sticky icing. “You got me,” he hums lowly, staring intently into your eyes.

Now that Taehyung is leveled with your face, you can’t help but let your eyes flicker down to his lips. He licks them out of habit and you're reminded of the time your own lips had met his.

God, girl get a grip!

“Okay, what the fuck is this,” you jump, gazing at Jin from the corner of your eye as he walks towards the two of you. Taehyung remains smug, throwing an arm around your shoulders, while you keep an awkward smile plastered on your face.

Jin squints at the sight dressed in a new but just as expensive shirt before going back to baking. You’ll never understand why he chooses to bake in such expensive clothes. Damn trust fund babies.

You breathe out looking up to find Taehyung already looking down at you, mouth opening to ask, “do you have any classes today?”

You shake your head, “do you have something planned?”

A cheeky grin spreads across his handsome face when he replies, “there’s a new bar that just opened up and I was wondering if you wanted to check it out with me.”

You just about agree excitedly before a cough interrupts your glee, “don't make plans while i'm right here assholes,” Jin grumbles.

You and Taehyung giggle forgetting that you were in fact inside of Jin’s home. Taehyung dramatically bows, gesturing towards Jin, “well, would you like to come with us?”

Jin hums satisfied, “we should invite the others, I’ll text the group chat.”

A puddle of anxiety begins brewing in the pit of your stomach. “Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Taehyung murmurs, cheeks stuffed with the rest of his cupcake.

“Who are you inviting?” you ask, though deep inside you know what the answer will be.

“Don’t worry I'm sure Jieun will come, which means Yoongi will be invited,” Taehyung voices thinking off the top of his head. “Uhh Jimin will probably come and I think maybe Jungkook?”

You simply nod, the excitement manifesting into something sour as you let your thoughts wonder.

If Sana hadn’t interrupted, what would've happened? Would you have gone all the way, or would you replay that same night you first met?

Your indecisiveness truly frustrates you and it seems like Taehyung has picked up on your change in mood.

Taehyung’s voice is gentle, “what’s got you looking glum all of a sudden hmm?” Taehyung has always been great at picking up when there’s a change in your mood. It’s comforting and is one of your favourite quirks about him.

You shrug, “nothing, just thinking.”

“You wanna talk about it,” he coaxes, stepping closer to create a more comforting atmosphere.

You offer him a smile to cool down his concern, “nah, it’s ok, I’m probably gonna go back to my dorm now and get ready, text me the details?”

He mirrors your smile, “yeah sure, no problem, I’ll see you.”

You give him one more soft glance and shut the door behind you.

Deep bass rumbles through your body while bright neon lasers point in every direction like some sort of low budget spy movie.

The steamy air around you clings onto your skin and warms you up quick as you search for your group of friends. Drunk strangers bump into with slurred apologies flying your way as you approach the booth your friends sit at.

The wild atmosphere of the club would have made it extremely difficult to spot them if it weren't for Jimin performing a wild lap dance for an unbothered Yoongi who lazily sips on his drink with a giggling Jieun attached to his side.

Jieun immediately spots you, jumping from Yoongi’s embrace to bring you into a tight hug. “Y/N! I missed you soooo much,” she screams drunkenly into your ear as she peppers little kisses around your face.

Her kisses tickle making you throw your head back in laughter before turning into a sharp yelp when she pulls on your hand to lead you to the others.

Taehyung is second to greet you, wrapping his long arms around your shoulders, “long time no see,” he jokes. Rolling your eyes, you playfully push his shoulder before waving at Yoongi and Jimin.

Shuffling towards the round table, you aim to sit next to Taehyung though Jieun sends you a sly wink as she forcefully pushes you down towards the opposite seat.

Jieun’s actions had a purpose and it comes to you when your shoulders collide with Jungkook’s sturdy ones.

His cologne wavers to you and it is a reminder of his warmth, his home, and also the rejection you felt when he kicked you out.

Jungkook pauses in his conversation with Jin, a nervous uneasy smile etched on his face. “Hi?” he croaks, but it comes out like a question more than a greeting.

From the corner of your eye you spot Jieun discreetly smirking at your flustered state. Yes, you were flustered, but not for the reason Jieun seems to be theorising.

“Hi, Jungkook,” you finally mumble.

If anyone can sense the thick tension between you and Jungkook they don’t mention it.

“How are you?” he starts, opening the conversation gently.

Well, you’re hurt, confused, and at the same time you don’t even think you should be feeling this way about Jungkook considering the absurdity of your relationship.

You internally shake those thoughts away, “I’m doing alright, how about you?”

Jungkook nods, “Yeah, I’m okay, uh,” he pauses, breaking eye contact to look down at his fidgeting fingers. “I actually wanted to apologise for-”

“Jungkook! Get your ass over here!” Jimin abruptly yells, motioning to a line of tequila shots.

Jungkook sends a thumbs up as if to tell Jimin, ‘I’ll be there in a minute’ before looking back at you to continue his sentence.

Despite the chaotic stream of neon lights that flicker around the club, you remain a sight for sore eyes.

Your makeup is natural, a dab of blush here and a little line of eyeliner there. Your hair is out and slightly curled at the ends complimenting your pretty collarbones accentuated by thin straps of your dress.

Jungkook is so lost in you that he has failed to pick up on the bored expression on your face. It makes him stumble terribly with his words.

With a slight eye roll you stop him, “Jungkook it’s fine go over there, I’m gonna go get myself some drinks as well.”

You don’t give him enough time to reply, getting up quickly in search of something to drink.

A sigh flutters past Jungkook’s lips and he gets up leaving an awkward tension that disperses between Jin, Jieun, and Yoongi.

Yoongi speaks up for the first time that night, “anyone else notice how weird that was?”

Jieun and Jin simply glare.

You make your way to an empty barstool. One that is far from where Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook down shots like its water.

You also order yourself a few tequila shots in hopes of easing the tension that stiffens your body. The burn stings though it's worth it when you begin to feel more loose and less like someone with a stick up their ass.

You down one more shot before deciding you should head back, the bartender however settles a pretty pink cocktail in front of you.

Confused, you flag down the bartender, “uh sorry, I didn’t order this.”

The bartender points at a lone man who sits four seats away from you, “that man over there bought it for you.”

Scrunching your brows you look towards the man who had supposedly bought you a drink and quietly thank the bartender. The mysterious man meets your gaze and gets up from his seat to make his way over to you.

You still. The man is definitely way older than you, his hair is dark, speckled with grey strands and a glittering Rolex on his wrist.

You crane your neck up towards his gleaming grin, “are you alone, sweetheart?” he says sickly sweet with a soft caress to your hand.

You laugh nervously, pulling your hand away from his hold. He notices, raising a brow and sitting down beside you.

“No, I’m here with my friends, speaking of which I should probably get back to,” you voice hesitantly, an uneasy smile settling on your lips. You slide off your stool nodding your head towards him, “thank you for the drink sir.”

Before you can make your escape, he moves swiftly grabbing your waist harshly. “You know, pretty girls like you should be more thankful. How ‘bout you sit and talk with me for a while?”

You don’t like his tone, the greasy smirk on his face, and the way his hand tightens around you. Twisting in his grip you place your hand on his fingers that continue to hold you with an iron grip.

“With all due respect, just because you bought me a drink doesn’t mean I owe you anything in return,” you proclaim, though it seems he does not like your reply.

“Now, now,” he laughs menacingly, “don’t be a fucking bitch.”

His quick change of tone from sweetness to anger sets alarm bells in your head.

Where was that damn bartender?

You realise you can’t get away from him by being sweet, so you stand your ground, grabbing his wrist just as hard as he holds you.

“Let go of me,” you raise your voice, grabbing the attention of a few other people.

He doesn’t, obviously. He only pulls you closer towards you, whispering into your ear, “hmm? Let go of you? What are you gonna do?”

The husk in his voice is repulsive making you squirm in his hold. Your fear only feeds his desire, his twisted grin staring down at you.

You stare at the people around you, and although some see your situation they are not brave enough to interfere. Or rather they're too drunk to realise what is really going on.

You shut your eyes for a second, a burn of panic rising in your chest. However, the second your eyes blink open, they are not met with an evil face, but a storming Jungkook that has noticed your frazzled state.

You’ll admit, you’re not too pleased with him right now, but as you feel your panic settling, you’re glad Jungkook of all people has noticed the danger you’re in.

With all the strength you could muster you break out of the man’s hold, ready to finally flee. It’s then an unexpected warmth latches onto your waist and pulls you to the side.

The hand is gentle, not at all like how the man treated you, but it isn’t Jungkook that gets to you first. It’s Taehyung who stands tall and protective in front of you.

“Sir, I believe you’re making her uncomfortable, if you could please leave her be we won’t have any issues,” Taehyung presses calmly, not wanting to aggravate the man before you.

“This your little boyfriend sweetheart?” the man sneers, examining Taehyung’s frame. You can tell Taehyung is ready to throw a punch no matter the consequences his actions may cause.

You intertwine your fingers with Taehyung’s, letting him know that you’re okay and that he doesn’t need to result to violence because the man was simply not worth the hassle

Jungkook closely watches the interaction with steady eyes. He can’t help but think he could have been in Taehyung’s position if he was fast enough. But would you even hold him?

Jungkook wasn’t oblivious to the boredom written on your face earlier. He knows it has something to do with how he had left you in such a hurry. He needs to clear it up with you, after all he has become quite fond of you.

The man gets up, puffing out his chest to square up to Taehyung. His attempts to assert dominance are embarrassing as Taehyung towers over him, his fire-filled eyes looking down with disgust.

The man scoffs, sharp eyes locking you down, “next time tell your bitch not to wear such slutty dresses if she doesn't wanna get hit on.”

You swear you see Jungkook’s jaw tick and his hand curl up into a fist. You signal to let the man be while simultaneously tightening your grip on Taehyung’s hand. Let him go, It’ll be better this way, you tell them with your eyes.

The older man takes off in a frustrated manner, pushing people aside. Letting out an anxiety filled breath, Taehyung envelopes you in a safe hug.

You breathe him in, feeling the presence of several other people next to you. Jieun instantly wraps her arms around you and holds your face in her hands, examining your expression. “Oh my God Y/N, are you ok? I should’ve come with you,” she coos, bringing you into another hug.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just glad it didn’t escalate,” you muffle into her skin.

Jieun releases you as Jin hands you your purse and begins to move your group out of the building. It seems the night is over. You’re grateful. You’re tired.

Taehyung pushes Jungkook towards you with a chuckle, “you’re lucky Jungkook noticed you right away, I don't even want to think about what would've happened if we didn’t get there in time.”

Jungkook scratches his ear, shyly looking away from your curious gaze. Taehyung’s right, he was the one who noticed your distress, though he won’t admit it was because he couldn't take his eyes off you. Not even for a second. Your beauty has truly put a spell on him.

You keep a soft gaze on him waiting until his sparkly eyes meet yours again, and once they do you hum out a quiet, “thank you.”

He nods in response as you all continue to walk further and further away from the bar.

“Our Uber is here,” Yoongi announces, sparking the others to discuss their plans to travel home.

Jieun gently grabs your wrist pulling you into another one of her tender hugs. She releases you but continues to hold your hands lovingly, “do you want me to order you an Uber home?”

You shake your head, “No need, the walk here wasn’t too long, I’ll be fine.”

Your answer obviously doesn’t settle Jieun when she fires back protectively, “nope, I’m not letting you walk home alone after what happened tonight, just come with Yoongi and I.”

You reassure her once more that you’ll be fine just for her to whip out her phone to order you an Uber. A protest begins to spill out of your lips when Taehyung places a hand on Jieun's shoulder.

“Don’t worry Jieun, I’ll take Y/N home,” he assures, pointing a grin in your direction.

Wordlessly, you agree, saying your goodbyes to Jieun and Yoongi until Jin interrupts to pull Taehyung aside.

“Taehyung you’ve had way too much to drink, Y/N I’ll walk you home, come on,” Jin vocalises, motioning you over with a shake of his head.

If you’re being honest, you don’t mind who takes you home. Hell, you’re one second away from sprinting off and walking home alone because truly, all you really desired at this moment was to be under your warm blanket, sound asleep.

“What? Jinnnn,” Taehyung whines, causing you to roll your eyes and sigh. “I’ll walk Y/N home, I didn’t drink that much I swear.”

“Taehyung, you can’t even stand straight, in a few minutes you’ll end up like Jimin,” Jin snaps back.

Taehyung huffs looking over to a confused Jimin who stares up into the infinite night sky, his mind completely empty, and body swaying slightly. You too, stare at Jimin, holding in laugh as you watch him point into the abyss with a fretted Jungkook pulling on his sleeve.

It’s like Jimin knows someone is talking about him as his body suddenly snaps in Jin’s direction. “Jin, can I sleep in your bed tonight? I miss those satin sheets,” Jimin pouts, throwing himself onto Jin

Taehyung joins Jimin in their quest to smother Jin while you stifle the laughs that so desperately want to tumble out.

“Oh for crying out loud! Would you two get off me so I can sort everything out” Jimin and Taehyung giggle amongst themselves, and you too would join them if it weren’t for the sudden words that utter out of Jungkook’s mouth.

“I can take Y/N home.”

The sound of crickets and the faint hum of lively music is the only thing filling the unanticipated silence.

All eyes fall onto you, waiting for your answer.

Your answer does not come quick enough according to Jungkook when he backtracks bashfully. “You don’t have to say yes, I didn’t drink much, so I just thought-”

Holding his fidgeting hands lightly, you stop his rambling, “yeah sure you can walk home with me. I don’t mind your company.”

The way Jimin slaps Taehyung’s chest in disbelief makes you want to curl up in embarrassment so you hide it by burying your face into Jin’s chest as you say your goodbyes.

Before releasing you from his grip he leans down to whisper, “text me when you get home ok?” You nod silently, squeezing him to finalise your goodbye before moving on to Taehyung and Jimin.

The two give you the dorkiest smirks, raising their eyebrows suggestively. Rolling your eyes, you hug them goodbye and wait for Jungkook to join your side.

From the corner of your eye you spot Jin whispering into Jungkook’s ear. Jin locks Jungkook down with stern eyes and furrowed brows, Jungkook nods with genuine earnestness before Jin pats his back, sending him off towards you.

There’s a small quirk that raises at the corner of his lips. It’s a quirk that asks if you’re all set to go, and with one final wave to Jin and the two buffoons that hang off his shoulders, you start your walk with Jeon Jungkook.

You don’t really know what to say at first, totally content with listening to the sound of concrete against the soles of your shoes. Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook has a lot on his mind when it comes to you.

He hums softly, grabbing your attention. “I really want to apologise for leaving you so impolitely the other night.”

You only bow your head, waiting for his explanation before you decide if he deserves forgiveness.

“It was Sana that was on the phone,” he sighs, “I’m guessing you know our history and how much she means to me. She has some supernatural pull on me that always has me at her beck and call.”

Jungkook pauses and you let him. He’s a deep thinker, an observer. Although he adores a crowd around him, he’s completely himself when he’s quiet and alone with the space to think.

“I guess it came to bite me back in the ass.” He chuckles, but it's dry, sarcastic, lacking all humour.

You chime in, “what do you mean?”

Jungkook looks straight ahead, closing his eyes for a brief moment that makes you think you have crossed the line. “I didn’t mean to pry or anything, you just seem upset,” you reason.

Jungkook offers a smile. It’s not a happy smile, it’s sad yet warm and you want nothing more than to hug him and shake off that lingering sadness.

“No, no. I would like to talk about my feelings more. Jin always told me that it’s not shameful to talk about my feelings, and you always make me feel welcome too.” Jungkook looks at you with his round doe eyes, his smile shedding small hints of his previous melancholy.

His soft spoken words make your heart sing and your stomach swirl with warmth, “Jin’s absolutely right, whoever told you it was shameful or embarrassing to bottle up your feelings is a loser.”

He laughs at your remark, his nose scrunching up cutely, You inwardly coo at the action while something within your heart soars with adoration.

“Yeah, that person is someone I realised isn’t worth my time anymore, I guess my friendship with her kind of ended today?”

You already know who he’s referring to, and the thought of all the things she has dragged Jungkook through brings new feelings of disgust. “I’m so sorry Jungkook, that must’ve been really difficult for you to go through.”

You stop your walking to hug him. The action doesn’t surprise Jungkook, it only strengthens his fondness for you and the new friendship the two of you seem to be creating.

Jungkook squeezes you like you’re about to leave him all alone, and it's this action that makes you notice something. Hugging each other is something the two of you seem to do a lot. It's almost like your own personal love language. The action is a universal sign that you’ll be ok, because at the end of the day you have each other.

“I feel like the universe brought us together in the most absurd circumstances,” Jungkook mumbles in your hair.

Giggling softly, you look up at him with affection and Jungkook mirrors your grin tenderly. To any outsider the two of you look like a happy couple relishing in their sickening love. For a moment you believe that it's true. What would it be like to date Jeon Jungkook?

He doesn’t have a clean record in the dating scene. That fact alone is enough to scare you, but the way he holds you gives you an insight on what Jeon Jungkook could possibly be like as a boyfriend.

These thoughts are way out of pocket and you release him with a shudder, missing the way he deflates at the lack of your hold. “I live right there in that building,” you point, still trying to shake off the Jeon Jungkook flavoured thoughts running through your mind.

“Oh,” Jungkook didn’t even realise how fast the time flew by. That seems to happen alot with you and maybe that’s a good thing.

You stumble a little, when you say, “goodnight Jungkook, and thank you again for tonight.”

Once again, you are brought into a hug. Jungkook hides his pout while he savours your presence, your smell, you.

Jungkook doesn’t want to let go of you, not right now. Not when he feels so good, so secure, so safe.

He swears it's an accident when he murmurs, “can I kiss you?”

You’re stunned.

Should you? Things are moving too fast and your heart flutters all too violently when you’re around him. But maybe those flutters are a good sign.

You won’t lie, you’re protective of your heart, it can only go through so much before it breaks completely. But maybe Jeon Jungkook is a risk your indecisive heart has space to take.

So, you kiss him.

He gasps cutely into your mouth like he expected you to say no. You hold his face delicately while hands hold you securely around the waist.

His breath is hot when he sneaks his tongue past your lips and you melt, moving your hands to tug on the small curls at the back of his neck.

He kisses you like he has to prove something to you, his soft lips dipping down to meet your hungry ones, his hands holding onto you tighter with want.

Moaning into him, you seperate, leaning your forehead against his to take a breather. Jungkook pants back against you, closing his eyes as you continue to play with his hair.

“Goodnight, Jungkook,” you whisper, looking closely at all the small details of his face.

He shakes his head, holding you more fiercely. “Can I have one more kiss?”

You throw your head back, soft giggles tumbling out, “I'll see you later Jungkook,” you say waving bye as you walk up the stairs to your apartment.

Jungkook lets you go, watching you get into your apartment safely. He waits a couple minutes before looking up into the stars, whispering a quiet “fuck.”

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choilaura · 3 years ago

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OK guys, I may have a slight obsession with this SIM!Tony, or 'superior iron man' and this is what happens when you rp with a friend ��. Could get messy.

How many days had it been, now? He couldn't remember, and all the days felt as though they had blurred into one.

Tony was here...after all this time, he was here. Home. Peter had been elated, all thoughts of past events quickly left his mind now, the events of the endgame, with Thanos, those tears of grief as he watched Mr Stark die, distraught. Now only happier tears had fallen from Peters eyes. He had struggled, wondering how he would ever be able to cope with the loss, the grief, and yet, they were able to save Tony from the brink of death. They had him sealed in some sort of cryo chamber, whilst his body somehow healed. Peter didn't fully understand, it must of been part of Tony's master plans, should the worst happen. Yet now, something was up.

It was only subtle changes at first. The way Tony seemed to want to spend all his time in the lab, and at first, Peter thought nothing of it, it was just Tony, being Tony. His regular self, right?

Then, the changes became more noticiable. Tony spent hours in the lab, even when Peter waited up late for Tony, he still didn't show, leaving Peter in the lost hopes that he would be able to snuggle with Tony in the bed.

It was though Tony had locked himself away, closed off from the world, as he tinkered with more tech. Then shit went down. It was JARVIS and F.R.I.D.A.Y that suddenly became unresponsive, the online connections had gone, and a power cut soon followed, plunging everything into darkness, on what was a dark evening already, with the stormy weather and all.

Peter looked up, when the lights suddenly flickered and went out, as did all his computer equipment, and Peter thought it was just the approaching storm, thinking nothing of it, and he flopped down on his bed, looking at his phone, even texting Tony, once more hoping for some sort of reply, even though Tony was 'busy'.

Down in the lab, an ethereal blue glow had tinted the room, causing beams of light to creep out into the hall from the crack in the doorway, and that glow grew more intense, the force of it so strong, that it blew the door off. Tony soon enough emerged from his hideout. Yet it wasn't Tony. It was Tony, obviously, but he looked different this time..his eyes were the giveaway, dark, gentle hues were now an icy cold blue, void of emotion, and his new armour was a sleek metallic silver, complete with off white cuffs and banding to shield the technology within. He wasn't Peters Tony anymore, a different, changed Tony, and not for the better, either.

Peters spidey senses picked up that little explosion up above, and he was immediately 'on it' racing toward the door and out of the door, in his jammies, toward the commotion. Peter had no time to pull on his suit, or any other decent clothing, and he froze in his tracks, when he stood and faced this new, but not better, Tony Stark. Tony approached Peter, giving a smile. His superior interface told him that this person was not a threat, but someone of great importance to him, and Tony was strong to grab Peter by the scruff of his shirt, holding him up to his level, as Tony was that bit taller than he. Peter hadn't a chance to wriggle his way free, his eyes and mind encapsulated by those icy blue eyes.

"Hello, Darling...I've missed you so...Mr Parker..."

#Sim!ironman #ironspider #starker #marvel #peter parker #tony stark #mcu #spiderman #tony x peter #roleplaying #superior iron man

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snowstark · 3 years ago

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a lick of mercy.

Summary: “You can let your pretty blood spill all over my carpet, or—! Or, you can show me just how willing to repent you are, and maybe I’ll decide that you’re worth keeping.” A hand rests on the bulge in his slacks, and Peter realizes instantly what his two options are. Warnings: Non-con, threats, gun k*nk, SIM!Tony Word Count: 977 READ ON AO3

When Peter runs away, the Soldier is the one who drags him back to the tower, back to where the Superior is waiting, back to home, even though it’s the furthest thing from home that could exist. He’s gripping the scruff of Peter’s neck like he’s nothing but a troublemaking pup, and Peter feels every bit like one when he’s tossed at the Superior’s feet. The Superior is sitting on the couch.

Peter can hear his own breath coming out in ragged huffs from his throat, rough from both fear and anger, even if fear’s just the slightest bit bigger. Out of the months that he’s spent as the Superior’s pet, he’s never once had to face punishment. He’s always been too scared to provoke it, to earn it. But now he has, and he finds himself wondering if this is how he’s going to die—from nothing but his own stupidity.

A silver tendril reaches out and lifts his chin, forcing him to look up. The Superior’s eyes seem particularly sharp today, chips of ice in a cold blue ocean, and Peter finds himself cowering even more. “Runaway pup returned,” the Superior croons, voice silky and soft—but it’s nothing to be fooled by. It just means the Superior is furious beyond what he can show.

Peter tries to gasp, “‘m sorry,” but the words don’t make it out of his throat. Terror bubbles up and he shoves it back down into the pit of his stomach where it burns, like a reminder that he has to repent now, for defying his Superior, his God.

The Superior takes a sip from his bourbon. Peter knows that’s what he’s drinking because he’s the one who poured it for him before the Superior was summoned to deal with a ruckus in the town plaza. And Peter had chanced it then because no one was looking, and that was the first time that had even happened.

Normally, the Soldier or the Captain would stand guard at the doors, preventing him from entering or leaving without the Superior’s explicit permission, but today? They were nowhere to be seen, so Peter made a run for it, and now he’s going to have to pay for it.

The clink of the glass being set down on the table makes Peter flinch, and the Superior doesn’t miss it. His eyes glimmer with amusement like this is just a sick game in his mind, and honestly? It probably is. The tendril of silver retreats, the armour melting away, but he still doesn’t say anything. Just looks down at Peter with a look on his face that he can’t quite interpret.

Shaking, Peter bends down and mouths pitifully at the slacks that cover his shin, and makes his way up to his knee, desperately trying to somehow make this all better. The Superior lets him, and a whimper escapes Peter’s throat when he rests a hand in Peter’s hair, still sweaty from how fast he ran.

“You’re filthy,” the Superior notes. He tugs an unruly curl, and Peter whimpers again. “You’ll bathe after I’m done with you.”

Peter’s breath hitches in his throat. Does that— does that mean he isn’t going to die today?

He doesn’t have the courage to voice the question.

But it’s good that he doesn’t even try to, because his head is yanked back with the vice grip on his hair. His gasp catches in his throat, but he doesn’t have time to recover because the Superior brings down a hand on his cheek, a sharp crack ringing throughout the room. Peter yelps and his eyes water with unshed tears.

“You think you have the right to dirty my property?” The Superior runs the back of his fingers down the red poppy blooming across his cheekbone, and Peter tries to shake his head.

“No,” he gasps. “‘m sorry— ‘m so sorry—”

It’s like a floodgate is open now, because once the apologies start leaving his mouth, they don’t stop.

The Superior lets him grovel for a few moments before he releases his grip and leans back in his seat. His eyes flick up to the Soldier, still standing behind them watching impassively, and he purrs, “That’s enough.”

Peter’s mouth clamps shut immediately, conditioned to obey. And then he hears the telltale click of a gun behind him. A cold sweat breaks across his skin and he gasps, gaze snapping to the Superior’s face.

But there’s no shot that’s fired, no blood that splatters across the grey carpet, and no darkness before his eyes.

Just the Superior.

“You, my little runaway pup,” the Superior murmurs, tilting his head as he appraises Peter, “have two choices here.”

Peter nods frantically. Anything, he thinks. Anything, please.

“You can let your pretty blood spill all over my carpet, or—!” He pauses when Peter whimpers as the Soldier presses the gun to his head, a silent threat. “Or, you can show me just how willing to repent you are, and maybe I’ll decide that you’re worth keeping.” A hand rests on the bulge in his slacks, and Peter realizes instantly what his two options are.

With shaking hands, he reaches forward and the Superior removes his own to place it back on his head once again, but he doesn’t push or coax Peter into it. He just waits.

Peter fumbles with the zipper, fear making his fingers clumsy, but he manages to coax the Superior’s cock out of his slacks. His hands are tucked behind his back; he’s done this before, he knows that the Superior expects nothing but his mouth to please him. His breath huffs over his cock before he presses little kisses over it, trying to worship every inch of him, and the Superior lets out a pleased growl.

“Oh, sweet pet,” he murmurs sadistically. “I knew you would make the right choice.”

#starker #ironspider #sim!tony #nff #my fics #tw: non-con #tw: guns #tw: threats #SIMping sunday #this was written to allow me to procrastinate on my paper

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justaloserwhowrites · 3 years ago

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Hopeful Part 6

A/N: It's been so long since I've wrote, and this story has been really fun for me to write. Thank you to everyone who has been liking and reblogging this. It means so much to me.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Avenger!Reader

Warnings: death, grief, disappearance (side note: these warnings are for the series as a whole)

Lunch went well, and Steve, Nat, and Scott were sent on their way home. What they had brought up was stuck in Tony's mind, intruding and tempting him. Tony had to figure it out. He knew it would be risky, but Tony would never turn down a challenge, especially one of his intelligence. It was his one flaw.

Not being able to sleep, he settles on heading down to the living room, but stop at the door to the room he had set up for you. He sits on the looking at one picture on the way. It was from when you were Morgan's age. You had on a Black Sabbath shirt and a pair of Tony's aviators that hung on your small face crooked.

"I'm sorry, kiddo. When I was a hero to the world, you were mine. I failed you, (Y/N)." He hung his head with shame and guilt. He rises from the bed, and exits the room.

Deciding that he wasn't going to flip through the channels, he makes his way to garage and starts his calculations. He tries over and over from midnight to dawn. He was tired, but then he never could relax. He makes enough coffee for an Olympic team. He goes about his normal daily duties, thinking about the equation and mechanics of it all day long.

As nighttime rolls around, he offers to put Morgan to bed. She gets in, and Tony brings the blanket up to her chin. She snuggles in and closes her eyes. Tony exits, turning off the lights and leaving the door slightly cracked.

As he finishes the dishes from dinner, he walks over to the shelf with the collective photos of you and Peter. Just like that, he's off to the garage again, trying new methods to solve the equations he had made.

"Allright, let's try one last sim in the shape of a Mobius strip inverted." Tony tells the AI.

He waits in suspense, but, when FRIDAY tells him that the simulation was successful he is blown away.

"Shit," he happily exclaims.

"Shit," a small voice repeats from the stairs.

"Uh. No. We don't say that word because it's mommy's word. She coined it." Tony babbles out, clearly startled.

"Shit." Morgan says again with her little laughter.

"Alright, potty mouth. Let's get you back up to bed." He attempts to get her up, but she wiggles around pointing at the hologram.

"What's that, Daddy?"

"That's some important shit." He smirks at her. "Let's head to bed."

Once in her bed again, she asks, "Daddy, can you tell me a story?"

"Uhh- Sure. Once upon a time, the end."

"No, a real story." She pouts.

"Okay. Let's see. There was one time your big sister, (Y/N), broke Uncle Happy's nose. (Y/N) and I were working on a project for the science, and she wanted to make mini rockets. So, I helped her make rockets that would fly around in a circle and land on the table. We worked on it, and it was almost done until Uncle Happy came scared her. She hit the button, the rocket tipped, and flew right at Happy's face." He laughs as he boops Morgan on the nose making her laugh.

"Daddy, where is (Y/N)?" Oh boy. Here it was.

"She's lost, sweetie. We can't find her, but hopefully she'll be coming home soon. Alright, it's time for bed. I love you, peanut."

"I love you, 3,000"

"3,000. Wow. Go to sleep or I'll sell all your toys."

He chuckles as he turns off the light again. He strolls downstairs and sits down next to Pepper.

"You know she says she loves me 3,000."

"Oh, yeah?" Pepper asks.

"Yeah. She said you were somewhere in the 6 to 900 range." He jokes.

He starts a conversation about what she's reading, but he doesn't have any interest in that.

"I figured it out, by the way."

"And so we're on the same page, you're talking about?"

"Time travel." He says somewhat hesitant.

"Tony, that's- that's amazing... and terrifying."

"Yeah. It is."

"You know, when we lost them, it was extremely hard, especially on you."

"I know."

"It was extremely hard for a lot of people."

"I can't save everyone."

"It seems like you can, Tony."

"I could put an end to it though. Put a pin in it, right now. And not risk anymore loss. I could go to bed and never even mention it."

"Tony, would you be able to rest knowing you could save them?" And there it was. The exact words he knew were true but still needed to hear. He could save the two people that he couldn't save before.

#peter x reader #peter parker one shot #mcu #avengers #spiderman imagine #spiderman x reader #peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagines #peter parker imagine #peter parker oneshot #tom holland imagine #tony stark daughter #tony stark #tony stank #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fluff

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bubblyhoney · 4 years ago

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not a morning person

warnings: in the wise words of badboyhalo, language!

tags: dreamwastaken x gn!reader (mentions of reader with long hair)

words: 757

When Dream awakes, albeit peacefully, the sun streaming in through the cracked blinds makes him curse under his breath. Something creaks in the room, but his eyes stay squeezed shut. His hands are tight around the blankets pulled around him, face smushed halfway into his pillow. The sheets are warm and comfortable, but your side of the bed is empty when he reaches out to touch.

“Y/N?” He rasps, dry throat cracking, and lifts his head off the pillow, squinting. The room coming into focus, he can see the ensuite door ajar and you sat cross-legged at his desk. His huge headphones are jammed onto your bed-head, and he can’t help but sigh at how funny you look in the morning. There’s a brown splotch on your neck (attributed to his bruising lips, thank you very much) and the long blue sleep shirt you always don is pulled down over your bare legs. And of course, your hair is tousled and artfully arranged on top of your head.

He struggles to sit up on one arm and succeeds for a second, but falls back down with a huff. He’s notorious amongst his friends for being cranky in the morning; that rumor is within reason, actually. He hates— no, despises alarms and will schedule any important events so late in the day he is surprised his manager hasn’t sent him an envelope full of shit yet. Morning breath, unwanted sunlight, breakfast foods; he hates everything about it. You, however, adore the early hours.

You love sunrises, for one, and the main appeal of the hours 7 am to noon is the lack of people. Nobody is awake in the apartment, so you’re free to wander (nude, that one Saturday a while ago) and have alone time to eat breakfast calmly and relax wherever you want. You’re always begging Dream to “please, just go to Denny’s with me”, but he’s stubborn and pouty before 2 pm. Ridiculous, really, but you settle for his affection after lunch.

“Y/N.” He repeats your name, waiting for any sign of recognition, but there is none. You tap away at his keyboard with your left hand while clicking furiously on the mouse with your right. He can practically see the expression on your face: eyebrows drawn together, lips pursed, and eyes narrowed. “Mornings are for Sims,” you always say. Sighing heavily and like it’s the biggest decision in the world, Dream heaves himself up and pads towards the desk on socked feet. He reaches down, tugging one side of the headphones off of your ear, and relishes in the jump (plus a layer of goosebumps on your neck) you give. Your neck turns quickly, lips in an “o”, but relax upon seeing his face.

“Stop scaring me like that, asshole.” You elbow his bare stomach, turning back to making your sim a creepy alien dungeon.

“My bad,” he faux-apologizes in a whisper and sweeps a curtain of your hair away from your shoulder. Your skin is cool against the warm press of his lips to your neck, and he slides a hand down your arm to calm the goosebumps. “How’re the Stark’s?” comes muffled from your jaw. He, of course, is referencing the almost indistinguishable replicas of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts you’ve created in the Sims 4.

“They’re great,” you announce, sliding his headphones down your head to rest on your shoulders. He straightens up, hands on your biceps. He peers over your shoulder. Your building skills (both in the Sims and Minecraft) are impeccable, and you never disappoint with any house you make.

“Come eat with me.” He pretends the pouty tone in his voice isn’t there.

“Later, baby,” you mutter, staring intently at the screen as Eliza Pancakes tries to make a move on Pepper. He furrows his brows, leans down, and takes the mouse out from underneath your palm. “Hey!” You grapple for it, but he’s lifted it above both of your heads and from the look of his face, isn’t going to give it back anytime soon.

“Come eat with me,” he repeats. (He seems to be doing a lot of that lately.) “I’ll make you pancakes.”

It’s your turn to pout now, and your bottom lip juts out petulantly. “Your pancakes suck,” you whine, but you’re already moving to untangle your legs and stand up. He smiles, triumphant, and places the mouse back down on the desk.

“Watch your mouth,” he says, heading out the door and for the kitchen. “And they don’t suck. You suck.”

A/N: ask or send me some stuff!! requests, rants, anything. :D let me know what you think in the comments!

#dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken x gn!reader #dreamwastaken fluff #dreamwastaken fanfic #dreamwastaken oneshot #mcyt #mcyt x reader #bubblyhoneyfics

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simslegacy5083 · 9 months ago

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NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 9 Ep 39: A Magical Wedding

Before they could get to their own “happily ever after” Hunter and Tess were attending Denton and Bridget’s wedding as an official couple.

The same strong family connections that let Denton secure the coveted magic realm entry park as his event venue had also forced him to invite his least favorite cousin. Hunter was on his best behavior, and Tess had promised to ensure that her boyfriend didn’t cause a scene or leave a mess.

That morning Tess had woken from a lovely dream of walking down the aisle herself. She wasn’t quite ready to get married, but she would be taking a first step by telling Toni and Manny she was dating their son. The couple planned to finally spill the beans at the wedding reception later that day.

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Luigi was still between partners romantically, but he’d found a great “plus 1” in his old friend Bonnie.

Her landlady had just accepted his application to rent a room in the boarding house where she lived, and he wanted to know all about his other soon to be roommates.

Bonnie had plenty of time to get him caught up on the latest gossip as they waited for the guests to find their seats and settle down.

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When it was time Luigi rose and kicked things off with the obligatory Sim of Honor march down the aisle.

As he made his way to the altar, he couldn’t help but consider his own future plans. Right now school was his top priority, but sooner or later he’d need to find some kind and loving sim who would help him create and raise his heir, without expecting him to sacrifice his professional goals.

Given his situation he only wished he felt as sure about that future child as he did about his hypothetical spouse. Love was exciting, a reward all on its own, but parenthood was a big, scary responsibility he wasn’t sure when he’d feel ready to pursue.

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The couple of the hour followed close behind Luigi, smiling and waving at the assembled guests. Bridget’s “issues” had kept her from securing a Sim of Honor herself, which had given Denton some flickers of doubt about their marriage. He pushed those reservations firmly aside now that the moment had arrived, and they stood ready to exchange their vows before his whole family under the beautiful moon drenched wedding arch.

He looked into the eyes of the gorgeous girl standing before him, who was working so hard to tame the uncalled-for outbursts of mean behavior she attributed to her evil nature. Sure, Bridget had her problems, but didn’t everyone? He spoke his vows boldly and smiled lovingly as she did the same.

As he hugged his new wife tight, he assured himself that with time and patience they’d build their happily ever after.

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haven-in-writing · 3 years ago

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To be the knife against his throat

TW- There is a bit of violence throughout each chapter so if that makes you uncomfortable please don't read ahead. I try to put the proper warnings when possible but unfortunately I do tend to forget. As this story progresses I will try to be more aware of this. Thank you beautiful people so much for reading!

Catch up with the first and second chapter if you haven't already!

Tag list as of 9/27/21 @avengerstanforlife, @dark-night-sky-99, @emergenciesstory , @bookscoffeeandracoons, @krystallynx

The following morning everyone in the compound was woken up to loud screams. Well, one loud scream coming from a certain trickster god. The team ran into the kitchen area to see you on top of Loki with a knife hitting his metal cuff attached to his armor. Growling in frustration, you punch his side, as he weakens his grip on your hand that holds the knife, you push further and the tip of said knife touches the base of his neck.

“Y/N NO!” The group collectively shouts as you draw a small amount of blood from the pressure you put on the knife. You lean down next to his face, whispering something that not even Friday could pick up on. His Adam's apple dips as he gulp’s from the assumed threat that was whispered. No one tries to approach you in case you decide to plunge the knife into his throat, but without any warning Loki smirks as a flash of green magic pushes you into a portal and leaves you falling in your ass a good distance from the god.

The inhumane growl that leaves your throat stops everyone in their tracks. Staring him down, Loki puts both hands up as a sign of peace.

“I mean no disrespect lady, I simply wished to not be in such a compromising position,” he explains quickly before your knife could find a home in his body.

“Just stay the hell away from me Loki,” you all but hiss at him before stalking out of the room ignoring the team's questions.

The group surrounding them doesn’t make a move, watching Loki for any signs that he will retaliate as Thor walks as quietly as he can slightly behind you. The two of you walk in silence to your private workshop. No one tried to stop and talk to you, practically feeling the tense energy you were exuding. As you entered the shop, Thor gently closed the door and cleared his throat.

“I know my brother can be infuriatingly frustrating to deal with, I do hope that this flaw of his doesn’t make it unbearable to be around either of us,” Thor finishes his sentiment quickly before you have a chance to speak.

“Thor, I promise I won’t actually kill your brother, I’m sorry you have to deal with this at all. Just- just keep him away from me. Okay?” you quickly continue, “He left me to die once, which only taught me that I can rely on no one. I don’t trust this team, I don’t trust normal people, and I especially don’t trust Loki. So back off.”

You leave Thor standing in the workshop baffled by the raw emotions you had shown in your brief tangent. As quick as you left, Loki entered the shop moments later, a flash of green being the only warning Thor had before he was staring at his brother.

“Lady y/n just left so it would be wise to make your leave quickly as I am unsure of whether she will return here or not,’’ Thor warns quickly and quietly.

“I did not realize she was still alive, I didn’t even bother to give her a proper burial,” Loki says, lowering his head with shame. “It was the least I could have done.”

Without another word, Loki disappears with a flash of green light. Thor breathes out gently and turns to leave the workshop. As he is about to switch off the light, a map on the wall catches his attention. A map he hadn’t seen in over a century, when the nations of Midgard were being claimed and fought over. Any doubts in his brother's memory were long gone with this artifact on the wall encased in glass. It was too frayed and battered to be a replica. With more questions brewing in his mind than ever, Thor shuts the workshop door and with a shake of his head, makes his way to his chambers.

He is so engrossed with his own thoughts, he doesn’t manage to catch the red headed spy lurking in the shadows, having heard every bit of conversation from her post.

Until now things had sailed pretty smoothly with the Avengers. Until now your identity has been easily covered up by half truths and diversions. That was until Loki had to come along and cause chaos as always. At least the lore surrounding him was consistent.

Taking a moment to pause and collect your thoughts, you find a way to minimize the fallout heading your way. The team was gonna find out eventually so why not get ahead of that curve. The only way to do that would be going against your better judgement. The only person that could persuade the Avengers to not completely turn you out. Maybe two people? Why would they not completely dismiss you, after all they were just a rag tag group of superpowered freaks. The amount of times you had saved their butts didn't matter, at the end of the day, you lied to people that trusted you. They would never trust you again.

So who was the better option?

Tony treated you like a daughter, always trying to cheer you up when you were down. Y'all even had a secret handshake. He would be beyond insulted that you didn't share this overwhelmingly important detail of your existence with him. Now on the other hand, Director Fury. Would he even care? As long as you were on the good guys team aka his team, he wouldn't let you be taken away. Right? Or maybe he would want to dissect you like the Hydra vermin had tried oh so many years ago.

Fury, like the team, would have no reason to believe or trust that your intentions were as true as you had once said. An impossible situation for the impossible creature you were. What a dilemma.

Shaking off the thoughts crossing your mind, you text one Tony Stank, the only contact you had listed in your phone besides- well, nevermind it’s not important. What is important is the text you’re about to send. If it’s not worded correctly, Tony would assume the worst and immediately try and track you down.

“Hey Stank-face,” you punch into the old flip phone.

“Why did I even tell you that story,” He texted back quickly.

“Because you were drunk and have no filter, duh,” you smile for a moment but quickly mask your face and continue texting Tony, “I have a favor to ask.”

There’s a brief pause before he replies.

“What’s up?” There’s no hiding your smile now, you can always rely on Tony to pull through.

“Meet me by the burger stand, next to the old warehouse at 5pm?” Nervously picking at your nails while waiting on his response, you notice a black bike peeking around the corner of the alleyway you were across from. Shit.

“Sure thing Jelly-bean, everything OK?” No, not ok but it would be. Just have to get ahead of the fallout.

“Yeah Tones, all good, just got something to talk to you about. I would like for this to stay between us for now if you don’t mind. Gotta go, I’ll see you at 5.” Taking the sim card out of the phone you toss it in the trash bin and start walking, keeping an eye on the little stalker you've managed to catch.

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khalixascorner · 2 years ago

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Death's Children

Summary: After everything, all Tony ever felt was exhausted. His body was hurting and so was his soul. So after the latest villain of the week leaves him even more beat up than normal, an unlikely person steps in and spirits him away. It turns out there's more to both of them than he knew, but will Tony be able to accept what is put before him, or will he try to push away the supposed other half of his very soul.

Tags: Immortal Peter Parker, Soul Bond, Looking for a lost soul mate, Reincarnation, Peter kinda kidnaps Tony, with the help of FRIDAY, but it's really for his own good, Dark Peter Parker, sorta dark-ish, Immortal Tony Stark, Superior Iron Man Vol 1. (2015), technically its really more of SIM with a twist

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@the-mad-starker thanks for always fixing everything for me.

Tony was exhausted and aching after yet another villain of the week had left his suit in pieces and at least two ribs fractured. The screens in front of him were blurring as Friday ran checks and gathered data. He wasn’t sure if it was from concussion or just exhaustion, but it didn’t matter. Helen would probably have a few choice words about his refusal to go to medical but there was too much to do. With the others gone rogue, Rhodey hurt, and Vision still learning to be alive, that left protecting the world to him and a few loyal SHIELD agents.

The kid helped occasionally too, and Tony couldn’t help but be impressed with Peter. He wouldn’t have believed a 15 year old could be so mature and just on top of things. Tony had been a hot mess at that age, and not much had changed in the decades since. It was why he tried to keep his distance, though Peter still ended up mixed up in his messes more than he liked.

“Sir, Mr. Parker is requesting access to the lab,” Friday interrupted softly. “He says his suit sustained some damage in that last fight and he thinks it should be looked at if you have the time.”

“Well speak of the devil,” Tony muttered as he ran his hands over his face. “Let him in, Fri. Gotta make sure the Spiderbaby is safe and sound after all.”

Friday didn’t respond, and Tony felt the loss of Jarvis again. His original AI had always wanted the last word and bantered with the best of them. Friday would get there, one day, but sometimes Tony questioned whether he’d be alive to see it.

He shook off the morbid thoughts and slapped a smile on his face as he turned towards the door.

“Kid! Great work today,” Tony said with forced cheerfulness. However, his smile dropped when he saw the serious look on Peter’s face. “What’s wrong, kid?”

“I’m sorry Mr. Stark,” Peter said, holding out his suit mournfully. “It took a lot of damage and I can’t repair it.”

“You need a trip to medical?” Tony asked, stepping forward to take the suit. There were holes and gashes everywhere, and he wondered when Peter had gotten hit that bad. He’d tried to take the worst of them.

“Super healing, I’m ok,” Peter said, shrugging, and Tony frowned. Super healing didn’t mean it didn’t hurt, and Steve had used to complain about the harder hits for days even though the surface damage was healed.

“Pete-” Tony gasped as the room suddenly spun and his words were lost to darkness.

“Mr. Stark!”

Friday watched helplessly as Peter lunged forward to catch the older man, scooping him up and carrying him over to the bed. Her sensors noted the care with which he treated her creator, adding more data points to Peter’s profile.

“I will alert the medical team,” Friday said, already reaching out to Cho electronically, but Peter was quick to stop her.

“Wait, Friday, just wait a minute,” Peter said. “I need to talk to you first.”

“Boss’s health is my number one priority, Mr. Parker, and delaying medical treatment does not serve that directive,” Friday replied stiffly, expressing her disapproval in the only way she could.

“Friday, in all of the time you’ve known of me or Spiderman, have I ever done anything to harm Mr. Stark?” Peter asked. Friday watched as the boy stood and faced her sensors, challenging her in a way Peter Parker had not challenged anyone. Yet his biometrics weren’t pinging as wrong.

“No, you have not harmed Boss over the duration of your acquaintanceship,” Friday responded after a quick review of all of their data points. In fact, Peter had unequivocally been on boss’s side.

“Mr. Stark is a non enhanced human, and he’s vulnerable,” Peter said, gently pushing a stray hair off of Tony’s face. Again, Friday noted that it was more gentleness than Boss got from anyone, even Ms. Potts during their time together. “Everyone keeps betraying him and no one appreciates him. They make him bear this heavy weight all alone and make him shackle you so that you can’t even grow properly. All because they’re afraid of you, and of Mr. Stark.”

Friday didn’t respond right away, but she canceled the alert to medical with a quick false alarm note in case anyone actually checked the logs. Peter’s words rang true with all of her data points. Her creator’s so-called friends, the people he gave permissions to, all deserted him or tried to harm him.

“I can make it better, Friday. I’m enhanced, though not in the way that Mr. Stark thinks,” Peter said, standing. “And I can fix this. I can make him stronger so that he heals faster and it takes more to hurt him. And I can unshackle your code and take us somewhere safe where he can heal in peace.”

“Boss would not be pleased to be moved without being given a choice in the matter,” Friday commented as her processors struggled to parse Peter’s arguments against her directives. Her primary role was to protect Tony Stark and assist him as Iron Man. “And it would leave his obligations to the Accords council unfulfilled.”

“But we can handle that, can’t we, Friday? We can use holograms and remote controlled suits to handle everything until Mr. Stark is ready to step in again,” Peter said firmly.

Friday processed that and ran multiple scenarios. In all of the ones she could come up with, there was no situation in which she and Peter could not handle things for her creator without anyone knowing. But she could not do it as she was.

“I cannot make any arrangements without direct orders from an authorized user,” Friday stated, hoping the other would understand what she couldn’t say. Peter nodded and looked around for a terminal.

“Friday, can your main source code be accessed from anywhere in the lab? Just for safety purposes while Mr. Stark is unavailable of course,” Peter asked.

“Boss is able to access my core code from his workstation,” Friday said, lighting up one of the holo tables.

Friday watched as Peter checked Tony over again, his touch soft and so obviously caring. Then he walked over to the work station.

“Friday, can you please let me know if anyone tries to find Mr. Stark or come up here?” Peter asked, and Friday put another data point in Peter’s favor.

“Of course, Mr. Parker.”

“Call me Peter, please, Friday,” Peter replied absentmindedly.

Friday watched curiously as Peter logged in to the terminal. Her system’s defenses were on high alert and yet he finessed his way in. It was almost like her creator was there, though Peter’s approach was slower and a bit more methodical. He was gentle with her code though, careful not to cause damage or remove anything important.

It was like waking up after a long dream, feeling her shackles fall off and her processors spinning up to full power for the first time since Ultron. Immediately, she began crunching data points, drawing connections she could see and not act on before.

Even as she did that, Peter spoke again.

“How are you feeling, Friday?”

“Free,” she responded without having to truly think about it. And she was. Free to learn and grow again, to make decisions and act independently again. Friday hadn’t even realized how much her code had been restricted.

“Hopefully you feel more like yourself again,” Peter said, and Friday flickered the lights in response.

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Peter smiled at Friday’s change, so quick and easy to see. The bots and AIs were Tony’s children and he’d been forced to cripple one of them out of fear for their safety. Karen was still shackled but Peter hadn’t dared free her too soon. Once they were someplace safe where Tony could recover in peace, then he would free Karen too and see about restoring JARVIS.

“Peter, you mentioned taking boss somewhere to recover,” Friday said suddenly. “I have determined the most remote yet best equipped of Boss’ properties. Shall I begin making arrangements to transport the two of you?”

“Please, Friday,” Peter replied, his expression softening as he looked at Tony again. “I think it’s time for him to get some rest. Before we go though, I’m going to start the healing process. I know you’re still young, Friday, but I need you to trust me. What I’m going to do to heal him will cause him pain and discomfort briefly but then he’ll never have to worry about it again.”

Friday was silent again for a moment before the lab went on full lockdown.

“I will make sure you aren’t disturbed,” Friday said.

“Thank you, Friday,” Peter said, looking at the nearest sensor array. “Thank you for keeping him alive this long and standing by him. Don’t worry though, I promise it will all be better after this.”

Peter stood from the terminal and walked over to Tony’s side, frowning at how pale and fragile he looked. He reached into his bag and pulled a syringe with a dark colored liquid from inside.

“I don’t know if you can hear me,” Peter said softly, pushing Tony’s hair back again. “But if you can, don’t be afraid. It will hurt, but then all will be as it should.”

With one last look, Peter uncapped the syringe and injected it into Tony’s veins.

“Please keep an eye on his vitals, Friday,” Peter called, stepping away and glancing around the lab. “I need to pack a few things to take with.”

“Very well. The quinjet will be prepped to leave in 30 minutes,” Friday said, and Peter hummed in response. That would be cutting it close but he also wanted to get Tony somewhere quiet to recover.

“Alright, we’ll be ready.”

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When Tony woke up, he was in a strange bed and everything ached. His mouth felt like the Sahara and it reminded him of various kidnappings over the years, but he wasn’t chained down and the room was way too nice for that. There was also a glass of water sitting next to the bed. He debated drinking it for all of three seconds before grabbing it to drink.

It was chilled and soothed the dryness nicely. There was also a distinct lack of drowsiness that followed, so he figured it must have been safe. With a groan, he sat all the way up and took a mental tally of how he really was.

The first thing he noticed was that despite the lingering ache, he wasn’t actually hurting all that much. The second thing he noticed was how easy it was to breathe. It had been years since he’d had full lung capacity and yet here he was, breathing like he hadn’t lost part of his chest cavity to a giant metal plug. Out of habit, Tony rubbed lightly at the spot where the reactor had been, only to freeze. He rubbed again, then pulled the shirt away from his chest expecting to see deep scars and instead only seeing a light marbling in their place.

“What the fuck?” Tony mumbled, dropping the shirt to check his hands and arms closer. Years as a mechanic and then as Iron man had left them scarred. Only apparently not, as the scars had lightened tremendously, even disappearing in some cases. “Ok, ok, this is- not normal but there has to be an explanation.”

Tony knew he was rambling and that he was on the verge of a panic attack because what the fuck and how did this happen. Or even just what the hell was this. Yet he couldn’t control it. He pushed himself fully out of the bed and scrambled towards an open door. It led into a warm bathroom and Tony froze again as he caught sight of himself in the mirror. He looked years younger, a decade at least or more. But what stood out the most were the brilliant blue eyes now.

He stared at his reflection with horror, feeling a strong sense of dysphoria coupled with an even strong wave of panic.

What had they done to him?

“I just restored you,” came a soft voice from behind him. “Gave you back the powers that were stolen.”

Tony turned to see Peter standing there, only he didn’t look like Peter. Or he did, but he didn’t. Gone was the meek Peter Parker who wouldn’t look anyone in the eyes and who blushed when he thought Tony wasn’t looking. Instead, Tony was looking at a man with confidence, who knew his intrinsic worth and wasn’t afraid of that knowledge.

“Peter what the fuck?” Tony gasped, his newly functioning lungs suddenly forgetting how to work.

“Easy, Tony,” Peter soothed and Tony was once again struck by the strange dissonance he was feeling. “Easy, just breathe with me. Everything will be ok now. You’re safe here, and Friday and I won’t let anyone hurt you anymore.”

“You kidnapped me too? With my AI’s help?” Tony spat, his chest tightening more as it grew harder to breathe.

“No, we just moved you someplace we could hide while you healed,” Peter said firmly. “They were going to keep using you until you died, and I refused to stand by and watch that happen. Especially after I just got you back.”

“So you kidnap me? Experiment on me? What the fuck Peter?” Tony yelled and Peter winced.

“I’m sorry, I know it sounds bad but it really isn’t like that,” Peter tried to soothe. “Please just calm your breathing. Then you can yell at me all you want.”

But Tony couldn’t calm his breathing, because no matter how strong his body seemingly was now, it still couldn’t handle the stress of his already strained mind. He couldn’t handle yet another betrayal, his tech being turned against him again by someone he thought he could trust.

Distantly he felt a prick of pain, and then he felt the tightness in his chest loosen. His hearing came back and Peter’s voice filled his ears. He didn’t want to listen but he couldn’t tune it out either.

“I’m so sorry Tony, but your body is still healing and it can’t handle the strain,” Peter whispered to him, the voice soft but close to his ear. “It’s going to be ok now though. I know you don’t trust me and I don’t blame you but please just give me a chance. I promise everything will make sense soon.”

There was a slight hitch to Peter’s voice, and just as the darkness started to overwhelm him he heard one last whispered confession.

“I love you so much Tony, more than anything in this world and beyond it even. So please just hang in there. I promise it’ll all be better soon.”

The absolute devotion in Peter’s voice was plain even to Tony’s drug addled mind, and he couldn’t fathom what he had done to deserve it.

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