#last night i got SO itchy all over my torso and upper arms and face

[little-eye-guy]

i'm just so worn out.

[queenmylovely]

Wedding Party- Mini ii

Summary: Ben hardy x fem!reader. Your normal Sunday routine with Ben is interrupted by a hangover. 

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: cussing, smut (fingering, protected sex, etc.) (18+!! marked with ***)

Request: smut and hanging around being cute?- requested by my roommate 

A/N: I still love these two and they deserve all the soft smut in the world. I think I’m done with 700 stuff (I mean unless anyone wants to send more stuff) other than something that was sent in that might have taken on a life of its own. Keep tuned. Any feedback is super appreciated but especially replies, messages, and asks are super helpful for my writing ‘cause I get to hear what you think!

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Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Mini i, Masterlist

(ignore joey but that’s how ben looks at you, gif by @mrbenhardys​)

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A month and a half after Lucy and Rami’s wedding, you and Ben had developed a good routine that started with going out on Saturday nights, whether it was to dinner, to a bar, over to Lucy and Rami’s, or whatever plans you could scare up. Then you would go to his or yours, it alternated every weekend, have hot sex and crash for the night. The next day you would laze around, having a relaxed brunch of pancakes or waffles, eating them as they came off the griddle. You two might help each other do whatever chores you needed to do, if you had the motivation. If not, it’d just be a nice day to hang out and probably have some lazy sex in the afternoon.

This Sunday was pretty much the same and the two of you were laying in bed at your apartment about an hour after waking up. The night before was another of Lucy and Rami’s game nights, and since you were staying at your place, you drove. It was the last one before Joe had to go back to the states (though he still wasn’t leaving for another week). Since you were driving, you told Ben to live it up and he really listened, getting too drunk to do anything but be put straight to bed once you got to your place.

So today, Ben was extremely hung over. Lucky for him, and you, he wasn’t the type to throw up, but he did have a raging headache and achy body. So when the two of you had gotten up, you had drawn the blinds and closed the curtains to block out the bright sunlight. And you had gotten him a glass of water and aspirin to help the headache.

Then he had looked at you with puppy dog eyes and jutted out those lips of his in a pout and asked, “Can you give me a massage?”

You rolled your eyes but acquiesced, pushing him onto his stomach. Then you straddled his lower back and started with his arms. From his biceps down to his forearms to his hands, you got every inch while Ben hummed his approval. Next you moved to his shoulders and neck, working out the tension and Ben groaned when you worked out a knot with your elbow.

“You know, you should get regular massages with all the working out you do. You don’t get knots from being hungover,” you pointed out.

“Mhmm,” was all that Ben managed.

After his upper back, you did a quick bit over his lower back because that wasn’t very sore or tense. Then turned around so you were facing the other way. You even did a few rubs over his ass, then gave it a quick swat which made Ben cry out, “Babe!” and you laughed.

“I refuse to do your feet for a hangover,” you told him and he chuckled, so instead you started with his calves.

Once they were done, you slowly moved up his thighs and you probably spent a little extra time there, but who could blame you? Lastly you started to work your way up his inner thighs and you heard Ben’s breath catch. You kept going and Ben moaned, more sexual than relaxed.

“You good, baby?” you asked with a light laugh.

“Fuck, you got me hard,” he lifted his head from his arms and said with a little whine in his voice that made you feel a type of way.

“Too bad you have too big of a headache to fuck right now,” you said wistfully.

“Says you,” he countered, turning to look at you, but still squinting his eyes due to the light.

“Well me is who you have to convince to get fucked,” you pointed out. Then you got up from on top of him and said, “I’m going to make some breakfast. You’re welcome to join if you can stand the light in the kitchen.”

Ben groaned and put his head back on his arms as you walked away.

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A couple hours later with some food in your stomach (you had taken some to Ben who was still in your bedroom), you were lounging on the couch, reading a book with soft music playing over the speakers.

Ben came walking out of your bedroom, rubbing his eyes and groaning softly.

“Did you have a nice little nap, baby?” you asked with a smile, putting your book to the side.

He nodded sleepily and then asked, “Can I lay down with you?”

“Yeah, come on,” you told him, holding your arms out for him. Since you were on your back, he laid down between your legs, resting his head on your chest. He pressed a soft kiss to your boob through your shirt and you laughed, swatting his shoulder lightly.

“Read to me, babe,” Ben said softly.

Picking up your book again, you found your page and then started reading. Ben interrupted every so often with questions to catch up but for the most part was quiet, paying attention to your voice.

The two of you laid like that for a while until your voice got tired and you set down the book again. Then you settled in and started playing with Ben’s hair lazily and he pressed another kiss to your chest. This time you didn’t swat his shoulder and he placed another kiss.

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Ben’s hands smoothed up under your shirt and he brushed the sides of your breasts with his thumbs. The light touch made you shiver and Ben kissed his way to your right nipple, mouthing it over your shirt. You hummed and tugged his hair lightly to get him to switch to the other side. Once he had you breathing quicker, he helped you lift your shirt over your head.

“Yours too, baby,” you said with a smile and you helped him take it off. You ran your hands down his torso, thumbing at his nipples and feeling his abs.

Ben pressed hot kisses up from your chest to your neck and then finally reached your mouth. His lips moving against yours, it wasn’t long before you were moaning and opening your mouth for his tongue.

His hand traveled down your body and landed over your clothed pussy. He rubbed at your clit through your clothes and while it was good, you wanted more.

Breaking the kiss, you whispered against his lips, “I can just take them off for you.”

Ben chuckled against your mouth and took your pants and underwear off for you. You opened your mouth to say something but Ben beat you to it.

“I know, mine too,” he said with a laugh and you nodded happily.

Everything off, Ben’s hand came back between your thighs and his middle finger found your clit. You sighed and brought him to kiss you again, running your hands through his hair and then scratching your hands down his back.

Ben’s finger moved down to your entrance, pushing inside slowly and you moaned into his mouth. You could tell that Ben was into it too, his hard dick pressing against the side of your thigh. Ben pushed another finger in with the first and you gasped when the heel of his hand started to rub against your clit.

One of your hands on Ben’s hip, you pulled him closer to you until his hips were practically flush with yours.

He broke the kiss, “Uh, you’re kinda trapping my hand, babe.”

“Then move it-- out of the way-- I’m trying to get-- to something else,” you mumbled in between short kisses.

Ben grinned and moved his hand, pressing a searing kiss to your lips before jumping up from the couch.

“Ow, that hurt my head. Just a second,” Ben said, searching for his pants wherever they landed. Then he pulled a condom out of the pocket of his sweatpants and you laughed incredulously.

“Are you serious? Did you put a condom in your pocket ahead of time?” you said, still laughing.

“Well you said that I had to convince you and I knew that’d be pretty easy,” Ben admitted, already putting the condom on.

You gave him a mostly fake shocked look, “Are you saying I’m easy?”

“I’m speaking from previous experience. Don’t act like you don’t want this,” he said with a smirk, gesturing to himself.

“Shut up and get over here,” you said with a roll of your eyes, reaching up for him again.

He climbed back on top of you, using one hand to prop himself up and the other to guide his cock inside of your pussy slowly and he dropped his head to your shoulder. Then he just stayed there for a moment.

“Aren’t you going to move?” you asked, tapping the back of his head.

“I’m just feeling for a minute,” he explained, still staying still but lifting his head.

“You convinced me of fucking, not cockwarming, speed it up,” you told him wryly, clenching around him purposefully to entice him.

“Always so impatient,” he commented, finally starting to thrust. Even though he was still going slower than fast, he was going deep, and you made a happy sound at the feeling. “‘cept when you’re the one teasing.”

“That’s an entirely-- entirely different situation,” you said, stuttering a little when his hand found its way back to your clit.

“You should be able to take what you dish out,” was Ben’s rebuttal, but with how deep he was fucking you and the mix of frictions of his cock in your pussy and his fingers on your clit, your words escaped you.

All you could do was shush him before pulling him into another kiss. At least that didn’t need brainpower because your mouths always naturally worked together. But the slow pace and amazing feeling was making you itchy for more, like your fingertips were burning with need. So you kissed down his jaw to his neck, using your teeth to nip at all of the spots with faded hickeys on Ben’s neck. He would probably complain again that you kept giving him hickeys in the same spots, never letting them completely fade, but they looked so good there that you did it anyway.

When you nipped at his pulse point, Ben moaned and his hips snapped against yours and you gasped.

“Yes, Ben, do that-- do that again, again,” you said breathlessly.

To your relief, he did, and you continued your work on his neck. One particularly hard thrust had your pussy clenching around him and Ben whined, “aah fuck-- fuck, babe, you feel good, so good.”

“You too, so good, baby,” you breathed into his neck. “I’m gonna come, just keep going and come too, wanna feel it.”

Ben nodded frantically, keeping his hips thrusting into you even a little harder, and his fingers moved faster on your clit. A few more seconds and you were coming, your mouth pressed against Ben’s neck to stifle your moans as you felt the pleasure radiate from your pussy and clit out to burn along your back, neck, all the way out to your fingertips.

You came down and Ben was still going, still chasing his release like you told him to. Wanting to help him along, you wrapped your legs around his waist and just that little change in angle had him coming in two more thrusts. The feeling of his cock pulsing inside of you, his pitchy moans next to your ear, and your aftershocks gave you a heady feeling that you now associated with sex with Ben. Knowing that you were able to make each other feel so good was a pleasure of its own and always kept you hungry for more.

Once Ben’s breathing had slowed a little, you leaned up and brought your lips to his in a soft and sweet kiss. After a couple minutes of lazily making out, you pulled away, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Alright, we gotta get up, baby. Still need to do meal prep for this week,” you reminded him and he groaned.

“Let’s just stay here a little while longer,” Ben tried, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“I’ll give you five more minutes,” you said.

“Fine, but you have to give me some of the food to take home,” lifting his head to look at you.

You smiled and kissed his cheek, “Of course.”

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Datr Week, Day Four: Fixing the Ship

Dib sighed in frustration as he readjusted his headlamp for what felt like the millionth time, trying a new angle that wouldn't let the strap feel so tight upon his head. To make matters worse, his back felt itchy from lying on his skateboard for so long, and his presence beneath the crawl space of the ship made it feel claustrophobic. 

A bead of sweat slid down the side of his face and towards the back of his neck, running along the side underside of the uncomfortable strap. He huffed and growled again as he ran his thumb under the strap for the billionth time. Lousy, crumby head lamp! If only his head wasn't so- he bit his tongue as a familiar phrase wanted to instinctively escape his lips. He just knew, someone, somewhere was thinking it; which made it all the more tempting to protest the idea.

Not wanting to let masses' fascination of his head get to his, well, head, Dib took a calming breath as he reached above his head to grab and rest his hand on a piece of dark purple Irken metal.

No need to let himself get worked up over nothing, especially when he was underneath an alien spaceship.

He shuddered at the prickling feeling at the back of his head. Another drop of sweat rolled from the tip of his head to the back of his neck in the most uncomfortable way. In a huff he removed the headlamp by it's sweat soaked strap, throwing it into his lap, and flopping back down from his curled, crunch-like position. Why did he have to be the one working on the engine while she got to work on the outer body?

He was stuck underneath this hulking piece of alien ingenuity, with all its stuffiness and heat, while she got to work outside within the nice, mild yet crisp November air! It was unfair!

As Dib flopped back once more, the hand with the wrench in it rested on his torso. Meanwhile, he forgot to let go of his left hand, the one hand gripping the Irken metal, causing him to jerk upwards as it briefly supported his weight. Well, supported him for about 0.2 seconds, before there was a loud, scraping-snap noise, and the metal tube busted. 

Dib grunted as his back met the grit skateboard harshly, his mouth opened ajar from his escaping air, but this only made it susceptible to filling with whatever mysterious liquid had been inside the tube. Whatever it was, it wasn't pleasant.

"What was that?" Tak's oddly accented voice snapped harshly at the sound of the metal tube clanking against the garage floor, a splattering of liquid, and the sounds of him sputtering profusely meeting her antennae. He could practically feel her criticizing, annoyed glare through the layers of metal, wires, and electronics as he scrambled to stop the flow of green liquid from the tube, staunching it with the grease rag that was in his lap.

"If you broke something on my ship I will-" 

He didn't give her a chance to finish as he clumsily and abruptly rolled out from under the dark blue ship, as he called back "Or what?" Once out from under the ship, Dib blindly reached for another grease rag to clean off his entire face and glasses.

Once the slimey, scum feeling material was vacant from his clenched shut eyes and his glasses cleaned, Dib turned to his side to send the Irken female a small glare. Although, it did little to deter her as she hovered above him, hanging ominously by her pak's metal legs like fuming, angry, green spider.

A very feminine, amethyst eyed, and cute green spider without all of the nasty spider bits.

He shook his head. Focus Dib!

Despite her mouth poised to retort, he cut her off once more, as he continued, "If you thought I would break something, why let me help you at all?"

Her eyes widened in surprise at the retaliation, and her jaw momentarily dropped. However, he didn't get much time to process this, nor the darkening of her cheeks as she quickly turned her head away.

"I don't have to explain my decisions to you. Now get back to work."

Dib rolled his eyes as she looked away like she always did, frowning as he wiped the rest of the gunk off, especially around his mouth.

His eyes narrowed at her busy form, pak glinting in the pale yellow, florescent lighting of the lone garage light. Did he see what he...no it couldn't be. Dib shook his head to dispel the foolish, hopeful, boy-child thoughts. Those years were long gone by now, yet a few stray thoughts remained. Particularly, his once-upon-a-time crush.

Well…

Leaning his elbows on his bent knees, he looked over at her once more to see her bent over the pile of slabs of metal. A particularly, and surprisingly, round part of her backside anatomy caught his eye.

Okay...maybe his boyhood crush wasn't as far gone as he would like himself to believe, but that didn't change the fact that she probably didn't feel the same.

He pouted and glanced away, shutting off and tossing the head lamp to the side.

"You..." She started, causing him to swivel his head back to her instantly. She seemed a bit perturbed, hesitating, as his warm, brown eyes met hers, before quickly regaining her composure as she quietly continued, "You didn't get anything in your mouth, right?"

Dib gawked at her a moment, stunned. Maybe...maybe it wasn't so impossible. Maybe she-

His thought process wasn't allowed to go any further as she scowled, arms crossed beneath and unintentionally pushing up her "growths" as she called them.

Unintentionally noticing that, the once cool, autumn air turned scorching, like he was back under the ship again, surrounded him. Trying to lead attention to his hand and away from the heat he felt in his cheeks, Dib missed entirely what she said.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

At this she huffed at him, hands moving to rest on her hips, as she snapped, "I said because you better not die on me! Do you know how hard that would be to explain medically; not to mention legally!"

Plucking a small, old flashlight from a pile of junk, Dib rolled his eyes. A storm cloud of thoughts tumbled through his mind, before he realized she was on her pak legs again. Tak loomed closer now. Just to the right of him as she placed a few slabs of metal plating in a row across the ship's right flank.

He sighed once more and simply put the tiny flashlight between his teeth. With a few unintelligible mutterings, Dib rolled back beneath the ship, wrench in hand.

Meanwhile, with Tak, she grumbled to herself about fools and their carelessness as she started to weld the plates in place. With careful, practiced grace, her pak legs moved her over to her right a step or two. The only sound of her movement being the barely discernible tinking noises. Something that was easy to miss within the comfortable silence that enveloped them; not to mention, easy to miss while underneath an Irken Spittle Runner while wrenching things.

"Oh shit! I forgot to grab the Irken insta-soddering tape for the tube," Dib exclaimed as he suddenly shot himself out from under the ship. 

Dib barely had time to register in his mind that he fucked up when he felt his long, gangly legs abruptly smack into a set of silvery, metal ones.

For the second time that night, Dib found the wind knocked out of his lungs, but this time accompanied by a surprised and brief screech. His eyes clenched shut partially from the sudden impact of a weight onto his chest, but also from the fear of what was to come next.

However, after a few heartbeats, nothing happened. Finding this odd, Dib carefully opened his eyes to find Tak glaring, stunned, and holding the front of her tunic down. That last part was just a tad strange, almost as strange as the dark emerald color dusting across her cheeks. Although, it wasn't that strange if you considered the fact that she landed practically right in front of his face!

Her knees were crammed underneath his armpits, shoving his arms above his head. If he were to sit up at any slight amount and or leaned his head forward, she would probably feel his breath ghost across the white-knuckled grip. 

In that moment, Dib stared up at her, and she stared back, as his mind completely blanked. Well, blank on anything that wasn't her literally on top of him, being so close, and the reflection in the garage window of his absolutely crimson face.

Suddenly, his brain caught up with the situation, and did the appropriate, instinctual thing to do.

Panic.

"Holy smokes! Tak I'm so-" Dib exclaimed as he abruptly shot up without almost a second thought. Almost because his thoughts finally started to catch up with him as he saw Tak flung from his chest into his lap. Her momentum kept her going, and her upper body would've smacked into the floor between his legs. However, two important things happened that sent electricity throughout the both of them.

The first being Dib's instinct to reach out to her, hooking his hand onto her lower hip to steady her. Unfortunately, this didn't fully stop the momentum of the upper body, but fortunately she wasn't as surprised this time as she slightly twisted and caught herself with a hand placed upon his right thigh. Her hand was placed somewhat behind her, so she was left to lean back, and both of her legs were sprawled on either side of his hips. 

Dib cursed himself for his clumsy recklessness, but a part of him was fine with this. Didn't mind the sight of her flushed and sprawled like this on top of him in a position more innocent than the last, even if it was an accident, but also a bit more...vulnerable? No that wasn't the word. Open?

Yeah that seemed more appropriate.

Not that he had more time to dwell on it because with Tak's sudden shift in weight towards him, he remembered why he didn't listen to this part of himself because it clearly had a death wish.

However, as Tak moved forward, fist moved back, twisting his shirt as she pulled him forward, he felt something as she shifted her hips and legs.

Something shifted beneath the fabric of her tunic in a way that caught him off guard. Completely blind to the danger at hand, so preoccupied with what this shift in fabric, and in some parts lack thereof, beneath his thumb pad meant, all thoughts on common sense left the building as he quizzically blurted in disbelief.

"Thigh highs?"

He hadn't meant anything by it. It was just so strange to him, especially when he never noticed before! Had they always been there? Were they something new? But why wear them here of all places? Here, wear they could easily get stained, torn, ruined?

Oh well, he pouted as he rubbed his, now, sore cheek from where she slapped him.

He watched her retreating, holographic form from the garage entrance as she marched across the backyard towards their backdoor. He expected her to keep going and going and not stop until she reached her base.

 However, as she reached the backdoor she started to lose momentum. By the time she reached it, hand upon the door knob, she came to a gradual halt. Slowly, she glanced back at the garage, at him, again. The blush upon her cheeks still present. In fact, it got darker as her eyes widened ever so slightly, as if she hadn't expected him to be there, watching her leave. 

For a moment, he watched her composure slip for the briefest of seconds as she suddenly grew flustered. Although, as quickly as it appeared, it vanished and her all-too-familiar  glare returned. 

With would-be-nose pointed in the air, she swiftly turned away with a hmph, and left through the door. Shortly afterwards he heard the front door open and slam shut, and with that she was gone. It took a few moments for Dib to comprehend what he just saw, but slowly, a knowing grin spread across his face as he shut the garage for the night, and headed into the house for bed.

[siempre-bucky]

Murder at Stark Manor: Peter Parker X Reader

PART 1 of2

Midtown High Students have come to participate in Liz’s live action role play. The reader wants to confess her feelings for Peter but knows about his crush on Liz. No one actually dies, it’s ok :)

Word Count: 1.8k (OMG I’M SORRY T.T)

Peter Parker x Reader

Based on the board game Clue

It was the middle of the beautiful month of April, and around this time a grand party was about to be announced by the popular Liz Toomes. It was an annual gathering, only certain students were invited to partake in this year’s party. For it would be a party to die for.

“What do you think her party theme is this year?” Y/F/N Y/L/N asked her best friend as they walked through the crowded halls of Midtown High. Peter Parker looked down at her and shrugged, reaching his locker. Y/N picked at her army green sweater as she leaned against the locker next to Peter’s.  She took a moment to admire the spider boy, he was perfect, his hair, his body, even his fingers as they graced the lock.

Upon opening the locker, a white envelope fell out, making a soft noise as it collided with the ground. The light brown haired male was oblivious to the envelope as he continued to stuff his books in his messy locker. “You dropped something,” Y/N told him. Peter looked down and gasped, picking up the envelope.

“Do you know what this is?” he asked her excitedly, pointing at the red wax seal. Y/N shook her head, although, in reality, she knew what it was. And frankly, she was afraid, this was Liz trying to get Peter to be hers “Read the initials! LT! It’s an invite to the biggest party of the year,” he nearly squealed. Y/N put her pointer finger up to her lips to silence the overly excited boy. Everyone was aware of the crush Peter has had on Liz since forever grade. Peter sighed to calm himself down, this is too exciting.

“I’m going to open it,” he said as he broke the seal and hurriedly took the thick and shiny invitation:

                                  You are cordially invited to participate in…

                                             A Party to Die For

                                         Presented by Liz Toomes

                                        17th of April   7:00 pm sharp

                                                   Boddy Manor

               (Please attend in 1920s fashion and speak with an English accent)

Y/N rolled her eyes, of course, Liz would pull out all the stops for her parties. Boddy Manor was the old mansion upstate, recently bought by an unknown owner. A party to die for? So cliché, she thought as she looked over at the invitation in Peter’s hand. If this was a cartoon, Y/N’s skin would be turning green, but she would never admit it.  “I’m going to class, don’t drown in your own drool,” she laughed as she walked off for class. Peter wiped the bead of drool of his chin and wiped it on his dark blue jeans.

The grumpy girl stood in front of her gray locker and slowly started to turn the numbers on her small lock. Suddenly a shadow appeared behind her, she breathed in, slightly cringing at the overwhelming smell of Marc Jacobs perfume.  Y/N ran her hand through her choppy neck length hair before turning around to look at the girl.

Behind her was none other than Liz Toomes holding out a white envelope exactly the same as Peter’s. Liz’s frosty pink lips turned up into a knowing smile as she looked down at Y/N’s unimpressed facial expression.

“This is for you,” she spoke. Y/N hesitantly reached out and took the envelope from her manicured hands.  

“Uh, thanks, Liz,” Y/N said in disbelief, why would she give her an invitation? Y/N studied the indecipherable look on the taller girl’s face. What has possessed the daughter of Satan? What kind of trick was she trying to play on her… or Peter? Liz broke the eye contact and took a step back. It was no secret that you and Liz didn't like each other, especially since you were both competing for Peter's attention

“Anything for you Y/N! Remember don’t be late,” Liz said, flipping her long curly dark hair over her shoulder and walking away. Y/N didn’t bother reading the invitation, I’m only going because Peter is, she reminded herself, shoving the envelope into her bag.

The evening had come, the grand party was about to take place. The sun had started to set and the air had become cooler. From the other side of the street, Y/N stood there and watched the other people standing on the porch, dressed appropriately for the occasion. She tugged on her sparkly lavender drop waist dress and sighed deeply.

She took clumsy steps with her high heels, slowly managing to walk across the wet street.  Glancing up at the large door, Y/N took her place next to Peter. “Y/N! You got invited,” Peter whispered as he draped his arm around her shoulders. As they chill of the night settled in Y/N leaned into his embrace, observing those around her. He looked amazing in his black tux and thick red tie.

Standing across from the pair where the other players, Ned, of course, was invited but stayed far away from the group...he was really into this. He blew his pipe, and out came bubbles, Peter let out a laugh and nudged  Y/N to look.  On the other side of Ned was Michelle Jones  Liz’s best friend, her nose in a book, Scratching her hand which was in a dreadfully itchy white lace glove.

And of course, there was the girl of the hour, Liz with her green dress and brown faux fur coat. She was the best dressed there, twirling her pearl necklace as she talked to Michelle.

The guests waited anxiously for the opening of the doors, but finally, they had opened to reveal the maid character, Peter's eyes opened wide as he recognized her as Wanda “Welcome, welcome! Ms. Toomes and Mr. Stark welcome you all to this live action game of Clue at the Boddy Manor!” Mr. Stark? Peter whipped his head around to the street to see the billionaire standing there with his velvet lounge outfit, his hands nicely tucked in the large pockets. With Pepper Potts on his arm, wearing a skin tight red dress and hair in classic curls.

“Actually my dear, it's now Stark Manor,” he corrected with his fake accent. He was the buyer of the old mansion? Wanda rolled her eyes “ Our rules state that you must act in character and stick to your character descriptions,” She told them, stepping aside to let them into the entry way.  Peter let Y/N go in front of him as he stopped to talk to Tony.

“M-Mr Stark? How did you know about this?” he asked.

“That Liz girl has good bribery skills. I don't like her,” he muttered in a hushed tone. “Listen, kid, just enjoy and ask Y/N out ok, she's better,” he winked and gave Peter a firm pat on the back before walking into the mansion.

The room was barely lit, setting off a creepy vibe within the younger patrons. The maid walked and stood behind two large glass bowls with pieces of paper “Please come forth and select a paper, this will be your character description, one is for the gentleman and the other is for the girls,” she told them. Liz tossed her hair over her shoulder and walked up to the bowl twirling her hand inside before pulling one out with two fingers.

“Heiress to a large fortune, newly engaged to the heir of the large hotel in Manhattan,” she read aloud, smirking. Y/N rolled her eyes in annoyance. Michelle followed her lead and picked from the bowl.

“Daughter of the wealthy business man, heavily sheltered. Bite me” she spat, walking back to Liz.  Ned walked up to the bowl and stuck his hand inside the bowl for the men’s side.

“Ah, the business partner to the CEO, choice,” he laughed in victory, taking his place back in the group. And so it went on the other patrons found out their places in the game, Peter was to be “married” to Liz, Y/N was ironically the best friend to the heir of the hotel. Tony was naturally was cast as the CEO, while Pepper played the wife of Tony.

The guests walked into the living room for drinks, Y/N stood in the corner as she watched Peter sit on the couch in between Liz and Michelle, hamming it up. She furrowed eyes as her painted nails tapped the glass in annoyance.Tony took the last sip of his drink, noticing it was empty he left the room, to grab another bottle of champagne.

Minutes have passed, the same old record had played over and over, the sound had become nauseating. Suddenly the record player stopped and the lights went out. Everyone gasped. “Y/N!” Peter yelled, his spidey senses going wild. Jumping from the couch to find Y/N.

“I’m ok,” she said, looking around in complete darkness, trying to search for her friend. Peter followed her voice and slowly made his way over to her, bumping into the edge of the coffee table with his shin. He let out a groan bending down to grip in throbbing shin.

There was a sound, a bottle had broken in the other room and it earned everyone’s attention. “What was that?” Michelle shouted out, starting to get scared. The room was silent once again, the sounds of their heartbeats were the only things to be heard. Until the lights flickered back on and the maid rushed into the room, crying hysterically with blood all over her delicate hands.

“Someone killed my Master,” she cried, falling to the floor. Ned rushed over and sat beside her “What happened to my friend?” he asked, staying in character. The maid slowly stood up and walked the guests into the kitchen.

There on the floor was Tony lying on the ground, with blood covering his upper torso. Pepper pushed her way up to the front “Tony,” she sobbed, pulling out a handkerchief out of her dress, wiping her eyes. She leaned her head against Liz’s shoulder, who hesitantly tapped her shoulder in comfort.

“I came in after cleaning the master bedroom and he was found dead… one of you did it,” the maid’s demeanor changed. There were no more tears, she was angry, and everyone could tell.

“She has great acting,” Peter whispered to Y/N. She nudged his side, making him laugh and look at the crime scene.

“On the table behind me, there are envelopes for each of you. They contain a magnifying glass, a notepad, fingerprint dusting equipment and a map to the house. We will check in every hour… you have 3 hours to find out which one of you killed Tony Stark. I wish all of you good luck,” She informed before beginning to break down and cry over his body with a white sheet.

“Do you think Liz wants to pair up with me?” Peter asked.

“I don’t know,” Y/N looked over at Liz who was already arm and arm with Michelle, “I think she may have a partner already.” Peter looked at the pair that just left and pouted. Y/N looked at him in disbelief, they had been best friends since 1st grade and this is what she gets? She’s his second choice. I’m his second choice, this is ridiculous, she thought as she grabbed her packet off the table. If only he could see how much she loved him.