#heavyweighthappy

[idontseehowthatsapartyx]

Chit Chat

open to: anyone | canon or oc | made with beta suggested connections: stranger, friend of a friend, former enemy, new super, have fun with it could be like one of the kids of other avengers, anyone with a direct line to Natasha

“This isn’t a line you just call to chat--” They were still rambling on and Natasha grit teeth, her jaw tightening. “Whoa, slow the hell down. One big deep breath, then speak slowly and clearly. Okay?” Her tone was calm despite her annoyance. 

[ayoungeststark]

@heavyweighthappy​​ asked: “  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ”

“that criminal over there.” he sighed, still holding the bag of ice against his injured eye, before pointing with the finger of his free hand at one of the robots that was on top of the workbench. “ i don’t know what happened. it literally got crazy and started to throw things randomly. and my reflexes weren't fast enough to dodge so... yeah.” he lowered the ice from his face and tried to blink, but the pain soon came back to him. “how is it looking ?”

[seesbetterfromadistance]

"Get in the car. i’m taking you home." - heavyweighthappy

scolding starters

Clint leaned slightly against the suv and looked at the other man skeptically. “See I might not be able to hear your tone but even your face says you wanna lecture me.” He doesn’t move to get in just yet. “Buttt a ride versus 20 blocks, fine.” He muttered as he got in. 

@heavyweighthappy

[whomuses]

"On the table." with his wallet, keys, and the other bits she'd rescued before putting them in to wash. She had a pretty good washing machine setup here - she had to, after all the blood and other stuff she had to deal with. So this wouldn't be a problem to get sorted. Her eyes kept flickering over to the sleeping kid on the bed, the steady rise and fall of his chest, making sure he was still okay. Recovering. That was what really mattered. Everything would be different now, but she was pretty sure Peter would pull through.

"You'll have to meet them downstairs. Nobody can be allowed to know where I am." she said, clear and blunt, sipping at her own coffee. "It's too much of a risk."

whomuses​:

Skye peered at the dart, frown drawing across her features as she eyed it very carefully. Then she went to her cupboard, getting out a tupperwear container with a clippy lid, offering it to him. “Put it in this before someone gets poked.” she said, softly. “I don’t know anyone. I’m strictly medical. You want the science stuff, I think - you probably know better people than me.” and her need to keep the two sides of her lives on very different plates.

“Here.” she gestured at the coffee pot; there was a mug next to it, sugar, milk. “Get yourself a drink. You can stay if you want, or I can watch him, but I think it’s going to be a long night.”

Happy knew he should figure out what the hell was in that thing. He ought to pull himself together and get to work, figure out some cure to help Peter… But he didn’t want to leave him. He could make calls.

“I’ll stay… if that’s alright.” Happy answered after a moment, frowning thoughtfully at the needle in his hand and dropped it into the container she had given him. He closed it up, then set it on the table and went through the motions of making coffee. Only one teaspoon of sugar. He was trying to cut back.

“Um… where’s my phone? I gotta make some calls. I can have someone pick this up and take it to a lab. Maybe even figure out where it came from.”

[icecoldreactor]

❝  thank you for my punishment,  sir.  ❞

@heavyweighthappy - if not vibing for you, feel free to make it a playful bet or something. Or just ignore it. No hard feelings. Happy needs to learn to relinquish control. LOL.

"Good." He said firmly as he rearranged his tie as it was no longer straight or tidy after what they just did. "-I trust you won't make the same mistake again?" He asked, his tone serious but also alluring.

[mcumultibitches-archived]

Shout out to @heavyweighthappy bc they waited almost a whole year for a reply from Tony lmao

[shieldagentnatasharomanoff]

closed starter for @heavyweighthappy

It was the fall past her husbands death, just shy of a year old and without her ability to produce an heir the estate had gone towards her husbands brother. All in all it had been a pleasant marriage. Torn apart by the great war, but she had never cared much for her late husband. They’d been amicable, friends even, but nothing more.

When the London season was closing out Lady Natalie Ashcroft had been invited to be a guest at Downton Abbey for the winter season. She had spent many of her days there when she was still a girl. Coming back now after all that had happened, with all her secrets tugged away, this would make for a cherished reprief in all of the hectic of the last couple months.

Natalie still wore black, but her dark dress was accented by streaks of navy blue and well contrasted by her fiery hair, she never wore traditionally, much to the dismay of a certain dowager countess Stark, but she really didn’t care.

“It’s really good to be back again.” She grinned up at the taller man in front of her, strolling down the great hall with her. “I’m glad not everything changed.”

[whomuses]

He stared at that, unsure how to feel about the words scrolling past. His throat bobbed. College was still... he wanted to go to MIT. He had a pipe dream that he wasn't quite willing to give up yet. He'd get his GED and then - then he could maybe... he chewed at his lip, unsure what to send back.

[txt] I guess I'm 18 now so it's more of an option.

Shit! Why did he send that? Dumbass! He wanted to smack himself in the head, sinking back to sit on the edge of his bed. God, he was being a needy idiot lately.

@heavyweighthappy from here

(Text) Oh yeah what are you having? Fried eggs with a side of shitty eating habits? I’m picking you up, we’re doing breakfast. Then visiting our parental figures like good children.

(Text) Get dressed. See you in fifteen.

He rolled his eyes at that. Tired. Very tired. Sad and shitty. He didn't want to have to put the veneer on with Happy, even as he tried to pretend he was a functional adult. And, of course, Happy was surprisingly good at seeing through it nowadays. Didn't want him to know that Peter was just a sad kid at heart.

[txt] no point arguing with you i guess [txt] maybe i'll just swing off. you'd never find me [txt] im super sneaky

[evershiftingmuse]

@heavyweighthappy​

“I’m not trying to offend you, it’s very clear where you’re intentions lie.”

[ordinariums-a]

from here //

he was . . . speechless. he was so overwhelmingly speechless. he felt his heart beat hard in his chest; felt the flush on his face and ---- the sting of tears in his eyes. because he had just had an awful night. he expected-- no one, because he had no one left. but happy. happy was standing right here. talking to him; explaining how he worked it out ( words ringing familiar, echoing mj’s ).    he didn’t know exactly what the guy could remember, but . . . it was enough for him to connect the dots.

and now peter couldn’t breathe, not really. not properly. because there was no way he was turning happy away now; he didn’t have the strength.

"     doctor strange had to cast a spell to make everyone forget who i am.    ”    his voice broke. he knew happy didn’t know him, but he didn’t care. he was having a break down, right there; in the doorway to his crappy little apartment, facing someone he loved; someone who he had considered family, and someone he missed, so much. he couldn’t lie anymore.    “   i--- i was- i was her nephew. she practically raised me.    ”

// @heavyweighthappy​

[andys-muses]

He blinked in awkward silence, clearly taking the time to fully absorb what Happy was saying.

"You-You're right," He sighed, raising his glass slightly, "You're right, Happy, that was bad, and I'm sorry."

He looked down at his glass and frowned, "But that doesn't really matter, does it? I've apologized and the damage is still clearly there...Am I just bad at apologies?"

//open rp - Richard Parker//

"You lost the friendship card, get out."

[cherryfinolahobbes]

⭐️⭐️⭐️ - for Happy and Cherry <3

If Happy and Cherry get married during the Blip. Tony would create a hologram of himself so that he can both walk Cherry down the aisle and be Happy’s best man.

While most understand Happy’s insecurities in his relationship with Cherry, Cherry actually has a few too.

One being age. There’s enough of a gap between them that Cherry does worry about being relevant to the older man. She doesn’t want to feel like a child or a baby and gets self conscious when Happy starts digging his heels in about “the new dangled thing the kids are doing”. While she isn’t as young as Peter or Shaun (Shang Chi), she still worried about how he perceives her.

The other going along with that is just jealousy. Happy is a successful business man, has worked for some high end firms and companies, Iron Man, savior of the world’s best friend, and is a former Boxing star. Socialites come out of the wood work when he’s around. Young heiresses and influencers looking for a sugar daddy and other women closer to Happy’s age looking to settle down.

[agentrcmedy]

@heavyweighthappy​ | starter

“Look, Happy...I am not saying that I am not thankful for all of this...” Two weeks. She’d been on strict bed rest for two weeks. And it was driving her absolutely stir crazy. Melina normally would have welcome such peace and calm in her life, but seeing as how this time it was due to her having a close call with death, she wanted to heal and get back out there in the world already. She wanted to get back to...well, not necessarily normal, per se...but her version of normal. She needed to work again. “But how much longer do I have to be cooped up?” The brunette began to stand up from the bed but her good leg began trembling from lack of use. Shooting a death glare at the cast on her other leg, she groaned out the frustration of her bad fortune and raised her hand to ask for his help to sit back down on the bed. 

“I miss the world.” Pain shot across the fractured rib on her left, and a wince folded her features downwards into a frown. 

[whomuses]

// I'm going to be dropping ALL THREADS except for those with @heavyweighthappy. If you have a thread with me - and you aren't them - then it's dropped. Sorry! ;;

[whomuses]

He knew, even with his internal doubts, that what Happy wanted to do was kind. That he wanted to help, to keep Peter healthy, to … let him live. Let him live safely and - and not like this half-starved animal he felt like a lot of the time. But his brain was still all wrapped up in thoughts of May, and he wanted to at least have some independence, when it came down to it. He'd been doing okay, right? With everything? Happy was just … this tenuous link to his old self. A frightening thing, the man who didn't know him now knowing him again…

And even now it was obvious - because he had damaged some memories. But at least there were some there, that was - that was good, that there was at least some memories that Happy could cherish. He thought of what May would say about him, doing this… fuck. What was it - he'd heard her say it to people at the shelter all the time? Accepting help is not a moral failure… he sniffed sharply and then stood up. A little too fast, swaying, but trying to be determined.

"Okay, um, I - I'm ready to go. If - if you want to." he wiped at his eyes, trying to be surreptitious.

whomuses​:

His head was all kind of foggy. When Happy spoke again, he startled slightly, frowning - his brows drawing in, mouth opening and closing a few times. He wasn’t sure what to say. he couldn’t just - go shopping on Happy’s dime. if the man was bringing him stuff that was one thing, but not… his throat bobbed. He was tired and cold and felt like shit.

He missed May.

“Do you remember her?” he blurted out, wondering how the spell had interfered with the memories that would be - contaminated by Peter, for lack of a better words - and exhaled slowly. “Like… how - how much? Is it, um, is - is it fuzzy or -?”

Happy gave a small sigh as Peter spoke, making no move of joining him. Okay, the kid needed a few more minutes. And more explanation, more time to talk things out. Happy could do that. Though he wished the radiator would work a bit faster. He moved to sit on the bed next to Peter. Talking about May wasn’t easy, but Peter wanted to hear it. And if it wasn’t easy for Happy, he couldn’t begin to think of how hard it was for Peter. Especially now.

“‘Course I do. Peter, I was in love with her. I remember everything. I know she didn’t feel the same way… And…” Happy paused for a moment, thinking of the first time he’d met her. Thinking he could recall it so easily, but now…

He felt a headache coming on. He put a hand on Peter’s shoulder.

“Um… yea, some things are fuzzy. Now. I think. Like… You know, I’m trying to think of seeing her for the first time. I just… I’m not sure about it. She was wearing this peach stripey button down shirt… It was the same day, I think, I picked you up for Germany… I think.” Happy frowned, then took a deep breath. He didn’t want Peter blaming himself.

“I know she was proud of you. Spider-man. Like really proud. I kinda… bragged about you, too. She was always worried about you. I think, talking to her, you know, she figured it out, too. You’re just a kid. I mean– not– you’re a teenager. But, still, you’re a kid. She always made me promise to look out for you.”

[shieldagentnatasharomanoff]

“ are you serious? i've had a crush on you for as long as i can remember. “ -heavyweighthappy

@heavyweighthappy

"You've never really kept that a secret, Hogan." She grinned over at him. Their relationship had started out pretty rocky with her posing as Natalie, but she had grown to respect the slightly peculiar chauffeur who had turned out to be a very helpful head of security for Pepper. "Or at least it was pretty obvious. So? What brings you here at this hour? Need help finding another security breach at SI cause I could propably show you twelve."