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[callie-caje]

The Goodbye Spider-Son Protocol

Summary: Peter has been struggling with the death of his mentor, but even from beyond the grave Tony always knew how to help.

OR

A little fic about Tony leaving Peter a private video message like everyone else got in Endgame.

Read below the cut!

Kudos to the discord for putting up with my angst 💜 @sunsetuniverse @superherotiger @lunasquared

It had been a few weeks since Peter had left the lakehouse with a chunk of his heart missing, he knew time was passing but it was flowing on without him.

He could tell from May's anxious looks and frequent phone calls to Happy and Miss Potts that they were concerned, but he wasn't sure what he could do about it.

One moment he was on Titan with Mr. Stark and then he was dust. The next he was being dragged through a portal to a battle full of aliens and heros and Mr. Stark was on his knees as he snapped.

Peter had heard the click of his fingers, he had felt the vibrations as a sense of rightness seemed to click. 

He remembered pleading with Mr. Stark and Rhodey and Pepper holding him close as everyone gathered around his mentor as his eyes closed and Peter's heart shattered.

He remembered and continued to see it every night when he closed his eyes as Mr. Stark's final moments greeted him on repeat as he dreamt.

--

It had been another few weeks of Peter floating through their new apartment before May suggested he head to the Lake House with Happy for the weekend. Peter knew the adults were concerned, but he didn't have it in him to care. 

The drive was long and Peter could see as Happy kept starring at him in his rearview mirror, eyes full of concern. But, Peter ignored them and continued to stare out the window as the drove down the highway and cars raced past them.

Before he knew it they were pulling off the highway and onto the country roads Peter knew would lead to the lake and the cabin.

Peter wondered if he would view the place differently if it wasn't where he had said his final goodbyes to Mr. Stark, if he had known it before when it's inhabitants were full of life and not missing their final piece.

Alas, he would never know.

--

Peter might not have been enjoying his time at the cabin, but it was certainly better at keeping him distracted compared to his apartment. Here, Morgan was always asking him to play monster or color in her new coloring books.

But, it was once the lights were dimmed and Morgan was in bed that the bearest smile graced his lips.

When he had arrived, Pepper had extended an invitation to Tony's lab and said Peter was welcome to anything in there.

Lab time with Tony was familiar, a comfort, so once night arrived and his eyes had refused to stay closed Peter had decided to see what the lab had to offer. 

Pepper had warned him that it was nothing like the Tower or Compounds lab and that this was more like an elaborate garage, but Peter's interest was still spiked for the first time in weeks.

As he tip toed down the steps and was faced with the glass door to enter all Peter could do was smile. The garage had tools scattered all over with a car Tony must have been in the middle of restoring pushed off to the side. The workbenches were full of blueprints and models with no sense of organization.

Entering his code and stepping inside Peter let out a breath.

It felt in a little ways like coming home.

For awhile Peter wandered the garage and glanced over everything Tony had left incompleted and scattered. As he approached the back wall he noticed it was more than a wall, it was a display. Inside was his first suit stood proudly on display like a memorial. It was full of tears and scorch marks and Peter let a few sudden tears roll down his face.

Why did Mr. Stark keep it, he thought, he could have sworn he'd hrown it away after the fight with the Vulture.

Looking closer, Peter can see that it isn't only his old suit on display, it also looks like a few new ones are too. The whole wall is full of both old and new Spider-Man suits and Peter isn't sure how to feel.

Why had he kept making him suits even after he was gone?

"Friday?" He asks, hoping the AI will be able to provide some answers.

"Hello Peter," She greets him, her steady voice echoing across the unusually silent lab. "You have a message from Karen, would you like me to connect her for you?"

Peter stays quiet for a moment, unsure of what to say. What message could Karen have for him, he hasn't used the suit since the battle.

"Uh, sure," He says, taking a seat on a nearby stool.

"Hello Peter," Karen says, her voice full of her usual warmth but lacking her normal cheer. 

"What's the message Karen?" Perer asks, cutting straight to the point.

"The Goodbye Spider-Son Protocol released a video message from Mr. Stark for you, would you like me to play it now for you?"

Once more, Peter froze. A message from Mr. Stark? He knew that before the funeral there had been some sort of will read for Tony's family, but no one had told him about it so he had assumed it wasn't meant for him. Had Mr. Stark left him a message afterall?

Unable to speak, Peter just nodded his head. Friday must have picked up his movements with her sensors as moments later a hologram is emitted from one of the holotables and Peter is once more face to face with his mentor.

"Hey kid," Tony greets, his eyes seeming to unknowingly meet Peter's. "We have a crazy plan, one that will hopefully end with you in my arms and us marathoning the new Star Wars in no time.

But, just in case I wanted to make a little video should something get screwed up. The most important thing for me to tell you is this: I love you. Getting to know and mentor you was one of the greatest privleges of my life and I cannot believe the kid you have grown into. You are going to go on and do incredible things, I just know it. You are smart and brave and kind and the world is lucky to have you Peter Parker, I'm lucky to have you. You are so increibly good and I hope that never changes. You deserve happiness Peter, please remember that.

And, whatever happens at this battle it isn't your fault, if you are seeing this then I am probably gone, but I want you to know I don't regret it for a second. It's been over five years since I lost you and my heart still hasn't recovered. With this plan I'm going to fix it and bring you back, no matter what it takes.

So, kid, I love you and don't ever forget it." 

With those final words the hologram froze and tears came rushing down Peter's cheeks.

Peter wasn't sure what he was going to do next, he wasn't sure how he was going to tell Pepper about the message come morning, but one thing he did know was the crack in his heart may not have been erased completely, but the littlest bit of it had begun to heal with Tony's final message.

[domestikhighway58]

Home, Alone

HOTCHREID

18+ Explicit

Not too explicit but IDK how this works on the Tumblr

WC: 1600

Hotch comes over for dinner and a movie after Spencer takes a day off. Dinner is heavy and the movie is relaxing but they still find a way to get down with the dirty-dirty, even if it is a little new.

YO--Go order the Hotchreid Zine if you haven't yet! Orders close in like 2 days or so. <3 This is for fun but also for that. <3

...

"Hey, yeah, come on up--chicken's done--hang on!"

BUZZ

Hotch shook his head with a tired smile and made his way up once the door to Reid's apartment building finally clicked open.

He had to tell the kid to get the code fixed so he could buzz himself up next time. Hotch had been there every night for nearly two months now. It was probably far past time but Spencer had never had a boyfriend before. This was all new.

Hotch let himself in and found Spencer bustling around his cramped kitchen in an old band t-shirt and a ragged pair of cords, barefoot for once.

"I roasted a chicken, an entire, organic, humanely sourced chicken I had to order from the Market and it only just got here--Aaron, it still had a few feathers in it, I tweezed it but--"

Aaron held up a hand while he shrugged his jacket off.

"Sorry, wait--Spencer, you tweezed the chicken?"

Spencer stared with a rapid blink as he stood up to his full height.

"Yes?" he asked with a wince just as the buzzer dinged again.

"Oh--shit, okay--is it--yes, that's brown enough right? I broiled it for the last little bit, the internal temperature read just at 175 degrees Fahrenheit--"

Hotch placed his hands on Spencer's hips just above the loose old cords. His fingers met warm skin and both men sighed at the subtle contact.

"Get it out and we'll taste test once it's rested. What else did you make on your rare day off?" Aaron breathed into Spencer's long hair.

Spencer shivered and batted him off.

He made quite a lot and he didn't feel like getting distracted yet again before they could actually eat.

Hotch stood back and chuckled, hands raised at the look his love shot him over his shoulder.

"Show me, Reid, I'll behave."

Spencer proceeded to outline in depth the meal he planned for hours that morning at 4 am when he realized he had to take a day off or risk it not carrying over to next year. He was still junior enough on the FBI payroll not to get rollover PTO. It was annoying, sure, but...

He rather enjoyed his random day at home, all alone. Waiting for Hotch to get back from a thankfully clear paperwork day.

They made it to the table this time without a bedroom detour. Spencer found he rather enjoyed the dinnertime banter, the perusal of flavors he found that day in the two dozen cookbooks he memorized, the way Hotch tried and loved his puffed pastry for dessert...

It was truly the first time they had to take time together since starting this secret thing they had.

When the dishes were finally done after a silly attempt at domesticity--Hotch deciding Spencer was far too clinical in his approach and Spencer deciding Hotch knew nothing of hygiene whatsoever--both of them were far too exhausted and full to consider their normal raucous romp.

Spencer leaned against the sink drying his hands with a towel before carefully tossing it in the little basket next to the door for immediate washing. Aaron nearly laughed but groaned instead when he remembered laughing hurt his ridiculously over-stuffed stomach.

"Remind me not to let you force seconds on me of every course, you're like my grandmother, Spencer, Christ, I could pass out right now," the older man lamented with a very content sigh. Spencer blushed and shrugged at him.

He grabbed Aaron's wrist to pull him along to the living room where the rest of their night home alone waited.

Spencer might have been envisioning this for a while. It was all going according to plan so far.

"I didn't forcefeed you, Hotch. But now that you mention it, I would just like to... um, relax? Together? We can have sex, but maybe... right now let's just... be?" he asked quietly with a nod to the couch. His lips twitched up in a hopeful smile and honestly, Hotch had never seen anything more perfect.

"That sounds pretty damn good, Reid. Movie?" he asked with a reciprocal smile.

Spencer sprawled out with a laugh on his couch and reached a hand up to pull Aaron down with him.

"Mhmm. Your choice."

Hotch grinned with a glint in his eye that had Spencer questioning his motives but he stuck by his offer to hand his partner the remote.

Forty-five minutes later found them both nearly catatonic on the couch staring open-mouthed as the fighter jets of Top Gun whizzed to and fro across Spencer's old TV.

Their feet rubbed against each other where they met perched on the coffee table but otherwise they kept to their respective sides out of comfort. Both of them assumed they'd start fucking within the first five minutes like they usually did when they sat down to "watch. a movie" but this time...

The comfort level was at an all time high. Sex could wait.

They both somewhat forgot where they were when the comfort level got a little higher than usual.

Spencer's hand was down his pants within ten minutes of the captivating movie. He was too tired to realize his old private passtime playing out beneath his cords. Simply touching and holding, nothing too crass. Maybe he'd be diverted enough eventually to focus on a fantasy and play it out til orgasm, maybe he'd just sit there touching himself until he fell asleep.

He never did know. Right now, it just felt natural.

Aaron took longer in the pursuit. It wasn't until he saw Spencer's hand moving beneath his pants with long, erratic little pumps that his own cock demanded the same attention. At first, he just watched Spencer just stare at the screen and touch himself like he was entirely alone. He waited for the man to look over and tease him with a grin, invite him over to join.

Then the movie caught his attention again somehow and before he knew what was happening, he was simply stroking his cock out of comfort, completely lost in the theatrics on screen.

They kept going like that until Spencer noticed for the first time with a yawn where his hand was. A glance at Aaron confirmed to him with a shock that they were both just lying there playing footsie absently while playing with themselves.

It was, perhaps, the most erotic moment of Spencer Reid's life.

His hand increased its tempo, sliding up and down his cock beneath his pants as he watched Aaron just fondle himself like that.

Spencer let a tiny moan escape. Aaron shook himself from the sleepy stupor to look over at him. Eyes on his face. On his crotch. The hand moving there.

"Hey," Spencer whispered while Top Gun played out loud in the background.

Aaron swallowed hard.

"Hey."

They both increased the tempo of their strokes.

Feet tangled with feet.

Spencer let hishead fall back against the couch. He pulled his cock out of his pants fully and let it all go, fast, furious strokes, the way Hotch always touched him. When he opened his eyes he saw Hotch had his out too, dragging his fist up and down slow, steady, just the way Spencer rode him.

Spencer felt himself building to that point the longer he watched Aaron touch himself like that.

"You know I... I touched myself every single night for years before you took me that first time... always thinking it was you...." he whispered with a tiny moan like he used to when he still held back.

Aaron nearly lost it when he heard that. Ever since they'd let it all go, ever since they went for it, he hadn't heard Spencer be anything but loud and wild.

Hearing that tiny whisper again...

It had him coming right then and there.

"Fuck--Spencer--baby--k-keep going--come on yourself for me--" he managed to choke out between the throbbing spasms of his cock into his own hand. Hotch didn't care that he came first that time.

It just meant he got to watch Spencer whine and whimper and need more--more Hotch would not be giving despite that desperate look. Their movie was ending. It was time for bed, no matter how much Spencer begged.

"A-Aaron... hmmm... not the same without you--fuck--"

Aaron couldn't help the gasping smirk as he waved his cum-covered cock at his boyfriend with a sleepy grin.

"I wanna see you come without this in your ass, Spence. Let's see it. Then maybe tomorrow, you can have it for breakfast."

Spencer's eyes got big and he nearly cried when he finally came all over his t-shirt, avidly imagining the next morning while he banged his feet against the table through the sensation.

"Good boy, Spencer.... god... dinner and a movie with you is never just dinner and a movie, is it?" Aaron muttered with satisfaction at the sight of Spencer shaking and covered in his own cum at the end of the couch.

Spencer laughed through the last shaky bit of his release and shook his head. When he opened his eyes it was to find Hotch standing with his shirt off, wiping the cum from his chest and belly like he did it every day.

"Here."

Spencer blushed gratefully and pulled his own cum-soaked tee off before cleaning up half-heartedly.

Why bother...

Aaron pulled him for a deep kiss while the credits rolled behind them. Spencer melted into it and he didn't care that they were both about to go to bed covered in cum without brushing their teeth.

Breakfast was bound to be messy.

[smokestarrules]

smokeeeeeey

🥨🥨🥨

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PRETZELLLLLL

[anisthasiazewicor]

I see you have reblogged, I go to your blog, scroll as far as I can. Liking and reblogging along the way. I then go to the top of your blog and reload. The cycle repeats. There is no end.

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[meeludrawz]

There's this Frenchie that I totally did not threaten with a Mandalorian gif admitted that Canadians were scary af /jjjj

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[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

DBDA (maggot) textposts hehehe

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[andaniellight]

thoroughly enjoyed Wano because of the plot

the plot:

just kidding. anyway, here's the real plot:

that's it so far from me and the most serious princess enjoyer ever -> @dykealloy

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Fic written by our beloved @furretd0ll and this was made with love for them. 💕

[callie-caje]

Always there to break my fall

Note: A quick fic, lots of dialogue, about what if Kate didn't go to the Barton Farm for Christmas and instead stayed in the city to handle the mess of her Mothers arrest. Inspired by prompts supplied by the always amazing @superherotiger.

As always, written for the beloveds @sunsetuniverse @lunasquared

Title: always there to break my fall

Summary: Kate’s life had been a whirlwind the last week and standing in her Mother’s office as the police tore it to shreds searching for evidence really seemed to sum it up pretty well. One thing she wasn't expecting was the clattering of nails on the tile and the jingle of metal hitting metal as Lucky came running to greet her.

Prompts: -Making room for someone in a crowded vehicle or on public transit.

-Holding someone's hand or arm as reassurance, especially when they are afraid.

Fandom: MCU, Hawkeye

Word Count: 1,455

Thanks for reading!

Fic below the cut check it out! 👇👇👇

Kate’s life had been a whirlwind the last week and standing in her Mother’s office as the police tore it to shreds searching for evidence really seemed to sum it up pretty well. Slowly but surely they began to leave with their arms full of boxes of evidence, the once sophisticated room now a mere shred of what it once was. 

And yet, Kate remained frozen, unable to follow as this was the first time she had entered the office since her Mother’s arrest. 

Her mother had been arrested and was surely going to jail for the rest of her life and Kate was scared and resigned, and some part of her even felt vindicated that this is what her Mother deserved. The other part? All it wanted was to turn back the clock to the start of the week when her largest concern was her lack of credit cards. 

Overall, Kate just wanted her Mom- she didn’t want to be alone. 

A clang of a metal drew Kate from her stupor as Lucky came barreling into her legs. Bending over she laid her knee on the ground to rest her forehead against the dogs’ in a gentle gesture of comfort.

“Hi buddy.” She whispered.

“Thought you could use some company.” Said a voice from the hallway causing Kate to look up from her position on the floor to see Clint leaning against the doorway. 

“Clint?” She said, standing up. “What are you doing here?”

“The kids thought we needed to continue our New York trip and who was I to disagree? They even convinced Laura to come.” He said as he crossed the entryway, officially joining her in the room in disarray.

“They needed to see Rogers again that soon?” She joked, avoiding his eyes as they searched the room before landing on her.

This wasn’t supposed to happen, Clint was supposed to go back to his family and celebrate Christmas with them and she was supposed to be an adult and spend the week straightening her life out before she had to get it together and be ready to lead Bishop Security. Who cared if she finished college? There was a whole company of people relying on her decisions and if she made the wrong ones the company would go broke and she would have to lay people off and then it would be all her fault.

So, it was time to be an adult. 

She must have missed his reply as the next thing she knew she was sitting at her mothers desk chair with Clint on his knees in front of her talking about some movie the kids made him watch last night and how obnoxious Cooper and Lila had been to one another the entire time.

She looked down and saw he was running his thumbs over her hands soothingly as they rested in his own as he spoke.

“You back with me Katie?” He questioned as she started to pull her hands away before he gripped them tight and looked up at her, a tight smile on his face.

“Yeah..” She muttered out, as she stood up, pulling her hands away from him gently. She wasn’t quite sure what had happened. All she knew was she was supposed to be adulting up and figuring this whole life thing out but all she really wanted to do was cry.

She started pacing across the office, ignoring the looks he was shooting at her as she started to make a mental list of things that needed done once Clint left.

“Anyway, you should be getting back to your kids and I have about a hundred emails I need to get a head start on before everyone is back in office come-”

“Kate.” Clint said, cutting her off before standing in front of her once again, “I’m exactly where I need to be. You need to stop thinking and breathe for a second and then you need to relax. No one is going to be back at work for a few days and you need to take a second to process everything, you are going to run yourself into the ground if you don’t slow down.” He finished, hands reaching across the gap between them to rest gently on her shoulders.

The gentle touch seemed to be the last straw because before she knew it there were tears welling in her eyes and Clint was pulling her head down to rest against his shoulder.

“Let it out Katie, it’s okay, I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got you.” He said on repeat, running his hands up and down her back, the first comforting touch it felt like she had received in days.

“I’m scared,” She whispered into his shoulder, not sure if she could voice the thought that hadn’t left her alone for days any louder. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do without her Mom, she was always there, a layer of safety that protected her from the world and now there was only Kate to face the world head on and she wasn’t ready. She didn’t want to be alone.

Clint continued to rub her back as she began to calm down, the nerves setting in when she realized she would have to look him in the eye after she sobbed into his shoulder. 

“Hey,” Clint said before she could try and brush the whole thing off. “Let’s get Lucky and we can hop on the subway for old times sake and you can join the kids, Laura and I at our hotel for the week? You need a break and Nathaniel really wants to meet Lucky.”

“I don’t want to impose-” She argued, she didn’t want him to think he had to be responsible for her, she wasn’t his a child- she didn’t need to be coddled despite what a part of her wanted. 

“You aren’t imposing and I’m serious, let’s grab your stuff and get out of here. I’ll come back with you in a few days and help you straighten this all out but you need to think about something else besides work for a bit, kid.” He said, looking straight at her so there would be no confusing his words.

Without waiting for a response he slung his arm over her shoulder and began leading her out the door, grabbing her duffle from the floor just outside the office before letting out a quick whistle, summoning Lucky to her other side. 

“Let’s go home.” He said, leading her further down the hall towards the elevator and out the building.

-------

It was a short walk to the subway and a few people had done double takes when they had seen not Clint’s face, but her own, as it had been blasted all over the news the last few days next to her Mother’s.

Kate was grateful that once they were at the platform everyone seemed more engrossed in themselves and ready to ignore her, it had only been a few days and the starres were already on her last nerve. It seemed like everytime she went outside she had someone taking her photo or looking at her like she was some anomaly. 

The downside to the subway was the mass amounts of people, but in a way it made it slightly easier to blend in. As their train came to a stop and a few people hopped off, Clint started to shuffle her forward, a steady hand on her back as she held tight to Lucky’s leash. Stepping on the train she glanced around before letting out a small sigh. There were no seats in sight, standing it was for today. 

“We should have taken a Taxi,” She muttered, hoping to lighten the mood a bit with a quick joke. It appeared to have had the intended effect as Clint let out a small laugh under his breath before shuffling closer to the doorway.

He nodded at her before motioning towards himself and the space he had emptied for her so that she could stand a little closer to him instead of the strangers she was surrounded by.

She returned his nod with a quick nod of her own before stepping into the space and letting out a sigh of her own at the feeling of having a bar to her back instead of a stranger's gaze.

As she began to relax, the emotions of the day starting to overwhelm her she stepped into his space once more to lean her head against his waiting shoulder. 

“I gotcha Katie.” He said.

And, finally, a part of her was starting to believe it. They may have started out rough, but now Clint was all she had left.

[smokestarrules]

also have kitty ! he is wearing suit of shame (can’t stop licking his sides)

LET HIM FREE HE'S DONE NOTHING WRONG

[anisthasiazewicor]

hi ani <3

Hi! Sorry my asks are just gone?? Idk why i can't find them? But yours has finally popped up again, i hope you are doing well?

[wiingedxwolf]

Okita Souji-TVTropes

[legosreallyarekissable]

/aff add that kai

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

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[radioroxx]

i think everyday about. how, as a robot, freddy fazbear would experience emotions differently from people. and how, as a robot, his whole perspective on the three star family situation would be wild. like… you’re programmed to be an entertainer, a dancer, a singer, etc., until suddenly youre not. he probably cant dance without a head- wouldnt have a reason to sing anymore (except maybe to his family. which is VERY cute to imagine). and its just… he’s not really freddy fazbear anymore, is he?

theres also a point to be made about, how robots feel. bc bc ai blah blah i wont go into it, his feelings arent going to be expressed or understood in the same way peoples’ are. theres going to be part of him that doesnt fully understand what its like to be part of their little family, to fully understand why and how he came to care sooo much about these two for taking him in.

i need to organize my freddy thoughts but. oooughhg. do you understand? please please pl