#peter didnt stick around long enough for the

[haveihitanerve]

“Everyone who knows and loves you… we- we’d have no memory of you.”  Omg I’m gonna cry Strange 

[transbeamrooikat]

the sillays <3 read ATYD a week ago and I've been gripped by a deep hyperfixation ever since lmao

ramblings about them + transcriptions under the cut :3

OKAY OKAY SO HCS:

Remus:

the tallest & lankiest of the group <3

he's a sweater cunt through and through (I would say it's a pain during summer but I've been to wales in summer and it's not cold enough that it'd be an issue)

I think he's welsh <33 idk if he'd be able to speak the language tho (I do kinda project onto him a little in the sense that I hc that he spoke it as his first language as a kid but was forced to stop speaking it to "better assimilate" to living in England + learning English, and now he struggles to speak it but really wishes he was still fluent/is actively trying to re-learn it)

he and Peter attempted to give themselves muggle dye jobs for the shits and giggles (I'd say sometime around year 4 or 5, the year I've drawn these in is deliberately ambiguous tho - sometime around the latter years (post year 5 I think? around then))

obviously scaring all over, he tries to hide it (at least on his face) for a while before giving up (when he did try to hide it Sirius helped him out as he's really experienced with beauty charms that cover scars)

has some acne, but not as much as Sirius and James - when he gets more comfortable with them, he jokes that its good, cause he "already has his fair share of scars"

Light brown hair, verging on blonde - begins to curl once he hits puberty, and gradually becomes even curlier than Sirius'

wears his hair somewhat long, in a shag – goes through cycles of cutting it, hating how it looks, thinking this time will be different and cutting it again, ect

like Sirius, he has "wolf-like" behaviors, but goes to lengths to hid them, and so they only come out when he's comfortable or really tired

has freckles in the summer

can't decide on whether he'd have a hooked or a straight nose

I hc him as trans to a certain extent (up yours jk rowling) but i also dunno how he'd have done that in the 70s... I see him as being pretty removed from his family, if not an orphan, so maybe in going to hogwarts he saw an opportunity and took it? he's obviously trying very hard to be stealthy tho, and researches magic to hid that he's going through AFAB puberty/especially go on T (although I don't think he'd necessarily know about HRT) (I figure Sirius would help him out once he finds out)

yellow stained teeth

Sirius:

Aquiline nose – or, a prominent nose in some way

Obviously black hair, curly - i don't think he'd let it grow much past his shoulders tho (maybe to point where he can feel a little on his back?)

I don't think that he'd like to tie it up, I think that'd freak him out (meeee core)

ACNE!! I feel that they all had acne to some extent, but Sirius covered it with a beauty charm (he keeps this secret till Remus find out, and Remus teases him for it) (I think his neck + lapels would be especially pimpled, given the hair)

blue eyes, but a muted kinda blue, with green and gold specks

sticks his tongue put when tired – doglike 

pops his acne as a form of SH/rebellion – he's ashamed of his scars, unless he wants to upset his parents (once Remus knows about it, he confides in him that they seem to care about it more than he does sometimes) 

was invited to join Remus and Peter on their their dying expedition but refused b/c he didnt wanna fuck up his hair, as it's something he's really proud of (which fair enough - there was a bit of an exploding bleach situation in their dorm room bathroom)

James:

he wears silver rimmed glasses, much to Remus' horror – he stops when he finds out Remus is a werewolf, and he first trys to wear a gold pair, but doesn't like it – he ends up trying out a copper framed pair and loving them

his acne is just as bad as Sirius', but he doesn't hide it, he thinks it "adds to his charms"

unlike Sirius tho, his ache goes away when they grow up

freckles!!!

I don't think he'd be white – i think of him as more white and Indian mixed? I'm not incredibly fussed about any of their races though 

His hair is a much darker brown than Remus', but he wears it in a similar cut, although it looks quite different on his wavy hair

He doesn't take care of his hair at first, horrifying Sirius (yk that one fluttershy meme? yeah lmao)

His acne is worse around his nose, where his glasses rest

He's got a significantly stronger build than the other marauders, despite being the shortest of the group – in fourth year, they placed bets on whether he or Peter would end up being shortest (they find it very funny that his deer form ends up being the tallest in the end, and he jokingly insists that they pay him back for the bet)

really nice dark brown eyes :D (not Hazel tho)

Peter:

not many hcs for him... difficult to put my thoughts to words

I think he's the least acne prone of the group, much to Sirius' confusion ("i SWEAR he doesn't even wash his face in the morning Moony–")

I don't mind the hc that's he's fat, but I do worry it can sometimes cross into jkr's weird fatphobia 

I think he has very short straw blonde hair, and that he keeps it in a military cut - he doesn't like to let it grow out

green eyes (Sirius often jokes that he looks a bit like a Malfoy)

straight nose

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text around Remus:

teeth get sharper closer to/around the moon -> (unlike Sirius', who's stay the same)

Animalistic-type eyes (like Sirius') bc, yk, werewolf

text around Sirius:

idk something about his face i cannot get right...

has the eye-courners I normally reserve for animal-esque characters

(note: he tends to cover his acne & the scaring from it w/ beauty charm [sic] unless he's relaxed/around the marauders)

cainins [sic] become more pronounced after he becomes an animagi

text around James:

sticky up hair pieces is ESENSIAL [sic]

his glasses are... I don't wanna give him 70s glasses

has more acne around his glasses (just like me fr fr)

text around Peter:

as much as I love characterizations of him like in "just lovers (like we were supposed to be)" [sic (?) here - I forgor to write 'and'] there is obviously space for how he's characterized in ATYD (and I love those characterizations too!!) - but I feel either way he lacks depth :(

he's very... plain? I think his conformitizm [sic] would have him be hesitant to join in w/ the marauders when they fuck with their appearances [which, just to add, doesn't mean he never does, he just has more caution around it]

he is SUCH an interesting character to me... m8 wdym you've betrayed the friends you've had since YEAR 7?? [note - year 7 is equivalent to hogwart's first year] i wanna get in his headdddd

okay Mr. Eyebags

him being named Peter is also so interesting to me - is the reference to the disciple intentional? In a way I kinda disagree with it. fuck you jkr (choke and die) I know better <3

[youwontdie]

well first and foremost: 🎀 if you haven't gotten her yet lol

☀️🦷 and 📞as well

i did actually get elizabeth instantly no surprise there ahaha . i DO think about these guys so much though so,

cassidy:

- full name cassandra miller. its funny to me

- ofc u have pronouns. it/its or just none at all really

- this thing is mixed korean :o]

- literally just turned fifteen the day of cassidys death

- GOLDENDUO! bv/joseph is cassidys little brother thing forever.

- has poliosis and vitiligo ....... and the tism......

- cassidy is a weirdo. like in an extremely traumatized way. most of cassidys motivation comes from deeply ingrained religious trauma pertaining to the ideas that forgiveness is worthless and everyone's damned anyway

- does not think its a person. the it/its is derogatory 😔

- very formal and composed, but tries way too hard to seem intimidating. it usually works, but when compared to joseph who is like infinitely scarier when he wants to be its literally nothing lmao

- it and charlie did ucn together . though after a while charlie decided they'd lingered long enough while cassidy wanted to keep taking revenge for literally ever. they kind of hate each other but they're kind of best friends etc etc

- somebody send cassidy to therapy now

jeremy f:

- full name jeremy jesse fitzgerald

- 42 when he died

- okay here's where stuff gets weird. jeremy was not the bite of '87 victim in my au. he got mauled during the night shift and ended up in the hospital for a while

- still died though. became a loose poltergeist and was like YOOOO

- he deliberately breaks ghost rules he hops from foxy variant to foxy variant and he has the time of his life and thats his entire character

- jeremy so just sticks with lolbit though. i dont know why. it was the funniest option imaginable.

phone guy:

- full name scott peter garinger

- about like 22 when he died?

- family with the other phone people. phone dude is his twin brother, tape girl is their niece :o]

- genuinely just ur everyday nerd freak. glasses more duct tape than frame. stupid sweater vest

- he's been with fazent for. a while. he had like a summer job at fredbears, was a manager at fnaf2, that kinda thing. he used to really love the whole concept but the murders and bites and maulings really put a damper on it

- he took the night shift at fnaf1 because he felt Guilty and he didnt want to be in charge anymore. he was going to quit and then he died lawl

- he does stick around as a ghost though. this is where it gets silly

- he just straight up possesses the spare suit with his corpse in it and is like Alright man. I guess. ditches freddys with mike schmidt (they r friends ok.) hides out in an abandoned convenience store literally across the street from it

- and then that's literally it. for like 40 years. he minds his fucking business until Gregory Security Breach decides to squat in the convenience store too and uh

- worst found family ensues. thats why gregory trusts glam freddy so much its silly

- my au is completely founded on what's the funniest thing to make happen while still taking it entirely SERIOUSLY

[faeryloki]

𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬 ♢ 𝐩. 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ➸ 1.8k 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 ➸ fratboy!peter parker x lighter skinned!reader ; “I won’t apologize for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.” 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ➸ SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI…. public(ish) sex, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, dry humping, fingering, teasing, wall sex, counter sex (if i missed anything, please let me know)

𝘢/𝘯 ➸ so i tried to be inclusive but this does deal with the reader having a lighter skin tone where hickeys can be shown :(( im sorry to all those who cant read this, 

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    the music was muffled, the thickness of the walls, which stopped the sounds of the party going on outside from filling the bathroom, surprising you as his lips moved up and down your neck, sucking lightly. you knew that it wouldn’t leave a mark, too engulfed in the feeling of peter’s lips trailing back up to yours, a small whimper sounding into his mouth as he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

his lips pecked yours, repeating his past actions and connecting with your neck yet again, sucking harder, “hey, no marks, petey.” he chuckled against your shoulder, reluctantly pulling away before he spoke.

“hi,” he whispered, the tension in the room impalpable, the feeling of your panties sticking to you from under your dress making the position you were in uncomfortable. your legs wrapped around his waist, his very noticeable hard-on felt against your heat as his hands rested on your waist, holding you up against the wall.

you reached your head towards him, hoping your lips would meet his in a heated state of want. a whine escaping your lips as he pulled his head back slightly, smirking at your pouted lips.

“say ‘hi’ back, baby,” he said cockily, waiting for you to murmur the word he wanted but all he got in return was a shake of your head, “really? not gonna say hi back to your boyfriend?”

“hiya peetey,” you whispered, still in a pout as he smiled, pecking your lips. you took the opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck, wiggling in your spot and advertently grinding right onto his erection.

he dropped his head against your shoulder, pushing your hips against his, voice raspy as he spoke into your neck, “oh, baby, you know i could easily get off just doing this, grinding this wet little pussy against me, making myself feel good and leaving you all high and dry….well, high and wet.”

“no, peteyyy,” you whined, trying to stop his hands from moving your hips but ultimately failing against his strength.

he chuckled, “im joking, baby, you know i’d never do that to you, you get all cut when you’re needy but leaving you all dripping makes you a brat.”

your words caught in your throat, as he ground your hips into him, his mouth attached to your neck as his length caught on your clit, a moan escaping your throat as he continued his grinding, chuckling into your neck as the pathetic whines and moans that sounded in the hot bathroom.

“what baby? what do you want? gonna have to tell me or i wont do anything,” he teased, ending is words with a particularly hard grind causing moans to escape your lips. flashes of past events of his cock filling you up and making you cum so hard you were screaming, your eyelids heavy with lust as hes nipped at your neck, the same teeth he’s use to nip the inside of your thighs, working his way to your dripping core, thoughts of his tongue working your needy clit filling every inch in your mind.

you mumbled out a ‘please’, the feeling of his hard-on hitting your sensitive nub with every movement of his hips making your head filled with lust as he smirked into your neck.

“please what, baby? gonna need more than that,” he voiced, moving you from the wall and placing you onto the counter, kissing his way to your collar bone as his hands worked at your dress zipper, your body slumped against his.

pulling down your dress further, exposing your shoulders fully as he continued leave sloppy kisses on your skin, eyes darkening as he pulled away, holding your head in his hands and smashing his lips to yours. the kiss was heated, body ablaze with want as he pulled at your bottom lip, pulling away.

“please, petey, want you, please,” you whined, tugging at his shirt to pull it off, wanting to feel his skin against yours.

“oh, baby, i know,” he said in a mocking pouty voice, letting out a laugh when you whined, letting you pull off his shirt, “look so pretty all need, babe, love seeing those lips all pouty for me and my cock.”

his voice grew lower with every word, hands cupping your face as smirked, tracing your skin gently and moving down your arm, a ticklish feeling being left in the wake of his hands before he scrunched up the bottom of you dress, tracing the outline of the lace panties as he smiled to himself.

“d’you wear these for me, pretty girl?” he asked, admiring and tracing the small lace pattern that settled on your hip wrapping around your entire waist.

you nodded, dropping your head against his shoulder and sighing as he traced the thin crotch patch that was soaked. spreading your thighs apart further and standing in between them he slid the small material to the side, collecting your dripping arousal.

he kissed the top of your head, petting your hair as he circled your entrance, whimpers and whines escaping your lips as he pressed a finger in, “so wet, baby. you this wet for me? huh? you dripping all over the counter because of a little kissing?”

you whimpered against his shoulder, “fuck- yes petey, all for you, please- fuck- please petey.”

“huh, baby? couldnt hear you,” he mocked, hand playing with the top of your dress as he slowly pumped his finger in and out, palm applying the slightest pressure to your clit with every movement and flex of his long digit.

“please, petey, please- want more, please,” you moaned, gripping onto the hem of his pants as he added a second finger, whining when his thumb came up and rubbed small circles into your clit.

“like this, baby? wanna cum on my fingers?”

“fuck- yes- please peter- please,” you moaned, gripping onto his bare bicep as his fingers worked you faster, moans falling from your lips with every repetitive motion of his hand.

he smirked at your lust driven state, feeling your warm walls clench around his fingers as you drew close to your release, begging for him to make you cum as his fingers curled slightly to hit that pleasure filled spot.

“you do, baby?” he asked, a sarcastic tone lacing his words, “gonna soak my fingers? you gonna make a mess while anyone can walk by and hear those pretty moans coming from that pretty mouth of yours, huh?”

“yes- please, petey, wanna cum, please,” you whined, burying your head in his neck as you moaned, trying to muffle the sinful sounds that filled the room, “please, fuck- petey, please.”

every moan that left your lips only spurred him on, encouraging to make you moan so loud, even the fraternity tainted bathroom would seem like heaven, he wanted those sinful sounds to never stop.

his other hand snaked its way up to the back of your neck, pulling on the hair and bring your eyes to meet his, “then fucking cum.”

the waves of pleasure washed over you.  his fingers continued their pace, letting you ride out your orgasm. the once cold marble counter now warm and the air that smelt of beer and sweat now reeked of sex.

he didnt stop the pleasurable abuse on your cunt, continuing to pump as his thumb slowed but never stopped. the pleasure still settled at the pit of your stomach but never building, staying an annoying tension caused by your overstimulation that had you mewling into the crook of his shoulder.

“sorry, baby, gotta make sure this pretty pussy’s gonna be ready for my cock, wanna get you all nice and ready to take every. last. inch.” he pronounced each word with a hard pump of his fingers and a circle of your clit, smirking at your fucked out state.

he pulled his hand away from you, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and sucking them clean, his eyes rolling back and a moan escaping his throat at the taste, “fuck, baby, might just have to have a taste of you later.”

he tugged at his pants, pulling them down enough to reveal his boxers, the calvin klein logo which was printed onto the waist band of his pants. the black letter disappearing as he tugged his boxers down after, the fabric now scrunched with his jeans as he grabbed your hips pulling you to the edge of the counter,

he fisted his length pumping up and down collecting the droplets of precum that surfaced, using it as a form of lubricant as he tugged your lace panties to the side again, aligning himself and teasing your dripping lips.

“want this, baby?” he asked, inserting the head of his cock slowly before pulling out, repeating the same movements over and over, whines of want falling from your lips with every shallow thrust.

“yes- fuck- please, petey, want it so bad,” you grabbed his bicep, an involuntary moan sounding as he pushed further into you, his grunt of pleasure making his chest, where your head rested, vibrate. he slowly pumped in and out, going deeper and deeper with every movement of his hips.

your warm walls enveloped him, the feeling euphoric in his mind as he held back, hands griping your hips in a bruising pace, as his lips met back with the skin of your neck, sucking hard and muffling his moans as he sped up, taking note of the way your moans and whines grew louder when his teeth skimmed your collar bone, shivers running down your spine as goosebumps rose on your skin.

“fuck, sweetheart, squeezing my cock so much, feels so good,” his moans mixed with yours, the familiar tension building back up in your stomach as his hand came between you, toying with your clit as you clenched down around him.

“petey, fuck- youre so big, gonna cum, please,” you whined, eyes shutting as he brought his hand up to your throat.

“look so pretty with my hand wrapped around your throat, baby,” he groaned out, “but, i feel like i could make this cute little kitty cum harder”

pulling out and pressing your front up against the wall, he pushed back in with a groan. the new position had you gripping onto his forearm. the veins in his hand bulging as you felt his cock throb in you.

sucking and kissing your neck, his eyes shut, moans leaving his mouth as he rested his head against the back of yours. his hips snapping into you as pleaded, “please- fuck- please petey- tell me you’re close- please.”

“squeezing me so much, baby, how- fuck- how could i not be close?” he asked, smirking and chuckling, a groan interrupting him as his hips stuttered, “fuck, baby, come on, cum on my cock, make me cum with that pretty pussy.”

you let out a scream, nails digging into him as you let go. your walls pulsed around him as he filled you up. groaning into your neck as he sucked and kissed the exposed skin, smiling into you as he stayed there.

you whined, “p-petey, so full, love you so much.”

“i know, baby, i love you too,” he pulled out, turning you around and kissing you , hand reaching for a small towel on the shelf to the side of you. he pulled away, smiling as he faced the sink, turning the water on and letting his fingers be soaked by the falling water, waiting for its warmth.

you looked into the mirror, face dropping as you saw the hickeys that traced your neck, “peter fucking parker.”

he looked up at you, a smirk playing at his face as he looked at the dark bruises that were scattered across your skin, “yes, baby?”

“i said no marks,” you pouted, his chuckle sounding in the room as he soaked the rag, moving back in front of you and pressing the towel in between your thighs, wiping softly.

“I won’t apologize for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.”

you let out a whimper as he nudged your sensitive clit, he grabbed your lace panties from the floor, kneeling and directing you feet to pull the panties up, patting you panties in place, the small and simple slaps making you feel the cum that started to slip out of you.

“so pretty, baby,” he complimented, fixing your dress and placing a kiss to your shoulder as he pulled the strap back up. he fixed his appearance, playing with his hair before you rolled your eyes, pulling his hand away and doing it for him.

“there, now you look just as handsome as before,” you giggled, pulling him to peck his lips as your knees wobbled a bit.

his hands rested at your waist, as he pulled you, “lets get back out there, baby, gotta keep up appearances, now dont we?”

he grabbed your hand, unlocking the door and leading you out back into the party, dancing slightly to the music he twirled you, your hips swaying to the beat as you giggled, lost in the moment of dancing with peter, the music no longer muffled and your eyes set on his.

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[peterrparrkerr]

Prostate milking - read on ao3

Inspired by this picture!

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Peter knows he shouldn't be messing with the suit. He knows. Tony put the training wheels protocol on for a reason.

But Peter didn't need training wheels. He was fucking dating Tony Stark! He was Spiderman, and he was starting college in the spring!

He took out the Vulture and Beck and fought against Captain America! He didnt need training wheels.

Hacking into the suit was a piece of cake, and finding the protocol was easy peazy.

He'd disabled it within ten minutes of finding it, and quickly donned his red and blue suit, ready to test it out. After years of being child protected, it was time to see what he could really do with Stark tech at his disposal.

Only what ended up happening was something he wasn't expecting. The suit stops working completely, and locks up.

"What?" Peter demands, reaching up to pull his mask off. Only it won't come off.

"Karen, what's wrong with my suit?" Peter demands, pressing the spider on his chest to no avail.

He's trapped inside his suit!

"It seems someone has manually taken control of your suit," Karen said. Peter's heart hammers in his chest and he frantically begins clawing at his chest and neck, desperate for a way to get it off.

"Override it!" He demanded, voice raising a couple octaves.

"I'm sorry, it seems whoever has taken control knows all of my protocols and is locking me out."

Peter lets out a small whimper, looking around the room for anything that could help. His eyes land on the computer.

His suit was hooked up to it, maybe whoever got ahold of it snuck through.

Peter drops to his knees in front of the computer, frantically clicking away, trying to find whoever hitched a ride into his suit.

"Peter."

Peter jumped, then let out a breath of relief.

"Tony!" He nearly sobbed. "Someones hacked my suit. I can't get out of it!"

"I know," Tony's voice speaks through Peter's suit. "You think I wouldn't be alerted to anyone messing with my tech?"

"Can-can you fix it?" Peter asked, desperate.

"Of course," Tony said, sounding insulted that Peter would even insinuate that he couldn't. "But first, I think you should be punished."

That stops Peter short. "Punished? For what? Tony I'm stuck in my suit!"

"I know, I put you in there," Tony responded. "You're not ready for the trainingwheels protocol to be removed. I thought we talked about this before."

"I am!" Peter argues. "I'm ready, Tony, I'm not a kid anymore."

"I'm aware of that," Tony sighed. "But you're still not ready. I told you not to hack into the suit and you did it anyway."

"Tony-"

"I'll be home in an hour," Tony said. "We'll see where you're at and determine if you need to be punished longer."

"You're gonna trap me in the suit?" Peter demanded incredulously.

"Yep," Tony responds. "Behave."

And then Tony's voice is gone, and something else happens to the suit.

Peter lets out a yelp when he feels something pressing into his ass. The nanotech of the suit is shifting.

"Tony- Tony! What-" he drops to his hands when the tech breaches him. Its not thick enough to stretch him out, but he feels it press into his prostate.

He yelps when it starts vibrating.

"Fuck," he gasps. "Fuck, fuck, Tony, stop, turn it off."

Tony doesn't respond.

"Karen, over-override systems, turn it off!"

"I'm sorry, Peter, I've lost all controls to the suit," Karen says. Peter groans.

Tony had to have added this special feature to his suit after they got together.

The pulsing vibrations at his prostate has his cock hardening against his stomach, trapped in the suit.

He cums with a choked off whimper, chest heaving.

An hour of this, he thinks with dread. The vibrating doesn't let up.

Peter trembles on the floor, gripping at his mask. He tugs, and almost cries when it pulls free.

He drops it to the ground before frantically reaching for the rest of the suit, wondering if Tony relinquished the controls or if Karen had been able to override it anyway.

But the suit doesn't come off, and Peter shudders at the feeling of the pulsing in his ass.

"Tony- Tony please I can't do this," he said, desperate. Tony doesn't respond.

He turns his eyes to the alarm clock on the nightstand. Three minutes have passed.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he grinds out. He can feel his cum in the suit, sticking to his skin.

He shudders and shifts, hands pressed into the floor, sitting on his heels. He tries to take controlled breaths, but its hard.

His second orgasm is sharper than the first one, more intense, and Peter drops to his side, writhing on the floor as his prostate is assaulted without stop.

Its the longest hour of Peter's life, and he cums two more times, each time taking him longer to get there.

He's sobbing by the time Tony comes into their bedroom, and he's so out of it, he can't even register his presence, even when Tony sits down on the bench at the end of the bed.

"Look at you," Tony murmurs. Peter chokes on a sob, forehead pressed into the floor, body trembling. His hips rock on their own accord, and his hands reach for Tony, gripping his pantleg.

"Ton-Tony, make it st-stop," he begs wetly. Tony reaches down and pets Peter's hair, slightly damp with sweat. "Ple-please make it sto-op!"

"Karen," Tony speaks, ignoring Peter's pleas. "How many times has he cum?"

"Four, sir," Karens voice rings out quietly. Peter feels himself tip over the edge again. Its painful and dry and has Peter nearly blacking out. He wails against the floor, trembling like a small dog.

"Please, please, please," Peter pleads on repeat. "I can't, I can't-"

Peter wraps his hand around Tony's ankle, desperate for an anchor.

"Just one more, Pete," Tony says softly, continuing to pet Peter's hair.

"I can't!" He sobs, breath hitching.

"I know, baby, but this is a punishment," Tony responds. "You know better than to mess with the suit."

"Please, Tony," Peter whimpers. He knows it'll take an excruciatingly long time to cum a sixth time. There's a sharp pain in his ass from overstimulation, and his cock throbs in the worst way.

"Come here, baby," Tony hums. It takes help for Peter to crawl into Tony's lap, sobbing and trembling as he does.

He straddles Tony's thighs, wrapping his arms around Tony's shoulders and burying his face there.

Tony runs soothing hands up and down Peter's suited torso, from his sides to his back, then down to his thighs, and back up.

The whole while he murmurs to Peter, soothing words that do nothing to relieve the pain.

"I can't," Peter sobs, voice wet and brittle as tears soak Tony's shirt.

"You're almost there," Tony murmurs, kissing at Peter's neck. "Just one more and then you're done."

Peter's final orgasm is white hot. Pain shoots up his entire body. Theres no pleasure at all, its all painful and dry and Peter wails loudly, gripping Tony for dear life.

"All done," Tony promises. The suit turns off immediately at his words and Peter sobs in relief, his whole body sore and still trembling.

"No more messing with the suit, Peter," Tony says, wrapping his arms around Peter before standing.

Peter shakes his head, wrapping his legs around Tony's waist as the older walks them to the bathroom.

"Lets get you cleaned up."

[kanataka-san]

Peter Parker X Male Reader part 1(?)

Not fully edited-

Um- kinda sad(?)

Just read at your own risk-

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Spiderman got a hard time fighting with villain and was falling unconscious fron the sky in between two big abadoned buldings.

Everyone that watched this couldnt believe their eyes... They would see the end of the friendly neighborhood spiderman- Their everyday hero..

Rushing.

Noise of the broken glass.

Murmurs.

Shouting.

From one of the wide window frames jumped out a hooded figure that caught falling body and shield it from another hard impact of the full glass window in the other bulding.

The two rolled on the ground stopping at the sgarp of rubbles with a hiss hooded figure curled up breathing hard. Looking at the other boy saw that 'spider eyes' opened showing slow blinking.

Looking around Peter felt confused and in pain finally noticing other person hes eyes widen but calmed down as hood fell showing his lover bruised face covered in light sweat.

"No time for the talk, go safe the city spidey. Be carefoul. Love you" with that spiderman nooded and swing out of the bulding.

(Y/N) could hear the fight but faintly. His eyes wanting to close..

Get some rest..

Lookibg down he saw how much blood covered the floor and other things wincing from the pain teenager slowly started to freak out his heart beat rapidly as wimpers and sobs leaved his parted dry lips.

The impact made metal part of the column impale his back in three places till it was seen at the other side while looking at his ripped shirt sticking to his stomach.

(Y/N) didnt know how much will he hold on- not long enough to survive for sure.. The words he spoked couple of minutes ago for sure will be his last...

The voices in his head made him feel gulit, sadnes as tears started to fall like a waterfall.

'how dare you leaving peter'

'do it for him, hold on' 

'how he will feel after finding out youre dead'

'he lost so much, don't do it to him too'...

But the urge to close his eyes was too strong- the only thing he saw or- it was his mind playing tricks- was panicked face of Peter running to him without a mask on and iromans colours of the suit not far behind the rushing teen.

'at least the last thing I see wont be abadoned part of the bulding but face of the love of my life...' practicly not noticable smile formed one last time on his lips before it replaced still expression.

Words:420

[fipindustries]

list of comics i made so far

i already shared the list of all the novels i tried to write throughout my llife so i see no reason why not to do the same with the comics i tried to work on. no i should clarify, with my lists of novels there was a clear cut distinction between what was a novel and a short story so to parse one from the other was an easy task. it should be known that i wrote hundreds of shorts stories that i havent shared with anyone. now a similar situation occurs with my comics, i have done hundreds upon hundreds of little comics, short jokes, little skits and short lived strips through my life, so in order to give this list some weight and not make it longer than the bible the criteria i used was that it had to be something i did on a regular basis or that tells a self contained story with a beggining middle and end.

now without further ado, lets begin!

spike Vanderville (age 7)

you can tell i was way more into comics than i was into novels from a young age. done with pen and folded paper, it was the story about a young kid called spike, whose design was heavily inspired by bradley from sticking around, who had magical powers which allowed him to manipulate reality. it was a mix of harry potter and a series of illustrates short stories that came in a magazine in argentina. his best friend was a scarecrow with a pumpkin head that he had brought to life, his archnemesis was a fat bully.

curiously enough i was so passionate about this project even though i had no idea what i was doing and no talent that i actually did like three full colored issues of it. my family was really proud of me. sadly those comics are completly lost to time

andrew and the monkey (age 10)

this was the classical story about a boy and his best friend the talking animal. one page comedy strips done in pen and paper. nothing too clever, just a way for me to try lame jokes mostly stolen from spongebob squarepants. not much else to it. i tried to do like a revamp in 2014 but it was short lived, as you can see the jokes didnt get any less lame

FIP industries (age 17)

mostly done in digital. yes as you can see fip is something that has followed me my whole life in quite the variety of mediums. there were as a matter of fact multiple attempts to make this comic a real thing but time and again they would peter off as i saw that my skill was just not up to the task. i think i have talked more than enough about fip industries on this blog, one interesting thing is that if you follow the link you will come across a lot of proto ideas that i had before they cemented and took their definite shape in the novel (and even after the novel i kept retconning and retooling things over and over again, fip industries is an ongoing thing that will probably last my entire lifetime)

Disregarding Reality I (age 20)

the first iteration of disregarding reality, a humorous strip done in pencil and paper, a fairly short lived affair, lasting no more than 3 months. the entire premise of the comic was an MRA activist and a feminist live together, they are friends, they argue a lot. remember 2013 guys? back when this whole politics bullshit truly kicked off online? this was before gamer gate, mind you. but by that point i had seen more than enough of it on tumblr and i was like “someone should do some scathing commentary with wit and penache” and that someone had to be me. mainly inspired by commics like f@nboys and el goonish hive and a thousand billion others that were so popular back in those halcyon days.

i got bored of it pretty quickly and it wouldnt be until three years later than i would finally decide to re-start the project but until then...

Strangers in the forest (age 21)

here comes a rather productive era in my ouvre, ink and paper, based on a short story i wrote, its about an eldritch monster pretending to be human and a ghost girl, killed by her father. they have a dispute because the monster wants to eat the corpse of the girl but the ghost doesnt want to give up her bones because its the one thing that tethers her to the mortal plane. they eventually resolve their dispute. by this point i was actually, unironically trying my best to do comics which i felt looked professional.

Song of a nightmare (age 21)

another one based on a short story i wrote. ink and paper, a private detective wakes up in the middle of the night and sees a mermaid lying in bed next to him. he spends most of the comic trying to figure out how the hell is this possible. still one of my favourite ones and certainly one of my family’s and friends favourites as well. a rather poetic tale, strongly inspired by argentinian fiction and their propensity towards magical realism, i was reading a lot of cortazar back then.

Aika (age 21)

as you can tell i was on a fucking roll that year. ink and paper, this was a story based upon a simple and basic idea that i had in my mind for years and years. i always liked the concept behind the movie “the kid” where bruce willis mysteriously comes across himself as a kid. so of course one day i came up with the idea, what if you recieved a visit from your future self... but she was a woman?

this is probably the most aggresively trans story i ever wrote in my life, it is literally about a guy realizing they are trans and breaking down over it. here is the giant kicker, i did not realize at all what i was doing. i was completly unaware of what was going on here, i was still deep deep in the closet and not even realizing i was there. it really is astounding the honesty and the rawness with which i wrote this comic and it went all over my head. a perfect example of “im such a great ally lol”

oh also there is time travel i guess. my main impetus (beyond whatever my subconcious was forcing me to do) was my desire to make a complete clusterfuck of a story, i was a huge fan of homestuck, i had read fleek and demon, i wanted to do my own take on a hypercomplicated time travel puzzle plot. other things came out on top of it but i didnt noticed them. fucking hilarious

Hello Agatha (age 21)

a comedic strip about a wacky pixie dream girl having wacky adventures with her wacky friends, one of which is a man with a toilet for a head. what a gut buster, what a knee slapper!

there is not much to say about this one, wacky surreal comedy was always my favourite and so time and again i would try my hand at it but it is surprisingly hard to do!

The /co/ ventures! (age 20 - age25)

an ongoing project done in multiple mediums. i think i said more than enough about this in here and here. it was me practiscing comics, practiscing my humor and adding my tiny grain of sand to the 4chan culture. i am proud to say these comics were actually very well liked there and that i would be recognized without a name or signature of any kind, just on the strength of my style.

the vest kind of madness (age 22)

probably one of the projects in which i put the biggest amount of effort to make it look professional. traditional inks and digital colors. a crossover that i cant believe never happened in comics considering how obvious it is. Rac Shade, the changing man and delirium of the endless, the two flagship vertigo characters associated with madness. clearly a match made in heaven.

to this day im flabbergasted i seem to be the only one to think of this.

Disregarding Reality II (age 23)

another work where i have already spilled rivers of bytes explaining my thought process behind it. after having a no good, terrible, very bad day, finding my self aimless and without purpose, deep in denial and depression, i decided to give my self a big project to have something to get me out of bed every day. these three guys came from the depths of my mind to save me.

this time leaning a lot more on silly humor and surrealism than political commentary, still insanely proud of how much i managed to make this last, almost three years, well over 200 pages! and in here i found the inspiration and the creative energy to tackle all sorts of diverse projects of which we are about to see all about.

Mama Bird (age 24)

my masterpiece.

by far the best comic i ever did. a kid with a bird for a mom. hilarious, touching, heartbreaking. it was a concept that i had come up with when i was 21. back then it was supposed to be exclusively a humorous comic strip but then i found a dramatic angle for the story and that was when everything clicked into place. that was when i realized this was a comic i had to do. and i did it. it took me five months but it was well worth it. still insanely proud of this one

Soft boys (age 25)

a weird experimental little story where i decided to sit down and deconstruct one of the most popular superpowers. super elasticity. more akin to me just mashing my toys against each other than me trying to tell a serious story. i am actually really happy with some of the art here and some of the sequences presented. particularly the final one where a brick joke twenty pages in the making finally pays off.

Hexen Snatch (age 25)

a semi spinoff to my novel FIP industries, we focus on a side character that managed to survive after the events of the novel and how they’ll manage to survive further beyond that. insanely soaked by the magical world of pact by widbow i wanted desperatly to share my own take on magic, every page is accompanied by a little text where i expand upon the lore and the way magic is supposed to work on this world. i really like the prose on those snippets and the ideas they work almost more that the comic itself with which i was not happy at all when i was working on it. i didnt like the character design, i didnt like how the art in general was coming out, i didnt like the pacing of the story or how superficially we were getting to expore this world in the comic proper. i had to take a very long hiatus just to accumulate the will to finish the comic and once i did i feel it really petered off without much of a satisfying payoff.

on some level i blame the exhaustion and frustration that i came out of this comic with for the fact that i ended up quitting disregarding reality soon afterwards.

Maxplosive (age 26)

another project that has followed me across multiple mediums. came up with an idea for a videogame back in 2015. saved it on the back pocket for a while, used it as a story within a story on my novel fan.tastic, practisced a couple of animations with the characters and eventually decided that, if my skills at videogame making were not enough, i had at least more than poven myself as a comic artist so maybe that was the definitive medium in which this idea would have to exist.

the original idea was to tell the story in two parts, the first half would introduce the character and the videogame as if the comic was a playthrough of the game. all fun and childlike and innocent. then the second half was meant to explore the life of the main character as an adult, how being “a videogame protagonist” had ruined her body, her mental health and her life. i tried all sorts of weird stuff with the format here, using reciclable assets, static camera angles and generally presenting the whole thing as if it was a videogame.

sadly the project got too big for my breaches, i was fucking exhausted back then, swamped with a bunch of other projects, my job, other responsabilities, unsatisfied with the story and with no idea where to take it. eventually i got tired, decided to skip a day, then the day became a week and then the week became a month and by then i had to face the facts, i was just no longer able to continue the comic. and so i quit not only maxplosive but disregarding reality all together.

i still did the occasional comic here and then but it wouldnt be until the very end of 20-fucking-20 that i was finally inspired to tackle a new project, my newest one, my last one....

Lapsarian (age 27)

an interesting experiment, i decided to do the whole comic in one sit and then post it chapter by chapter on a weekly basis. a surprising result of this was that i managed to do in one month the same amoung of pages that would have taken me 5 months back when i started disregarding reality, is good to see that after al this time i still got it.

took me a while to get the hang of it again and find my own style once more but once i armed up it was smooth sailing for 40 pages all the way to the end. but what is this comic even about?

its... weird, with full disclosure and no shame, it is mostly a fetish story about big lizard creatures commiting vore. the milkman had already shown me that i could do those types of stories and no lighting would come from the heavens to strike me down so i said, why not as a comic? i like to think that beyond the fetish content it is still a decent story in its own right, an interesting feedback that i got from this is that people are suprised how earnest it is, one saying something like “this is the best pitch for a fetish that i was never interested in”

Conclussion:

looking back on this im surprised, turns out i was a lot more prolific and working a lot more regularly than i expected, in here are documented ten years of creative output that never seems to wane. it was fun to do the roundabout trip and see how my style, my technice and generally my work ethic evolved through the years. another nice thing to see is the multiple formats, the multiple tools and mediums i experimented with, i find myself constantly trying new things, new methods, new angles, new interesting ideas for how to make a comic (without even getting into what to make a comic about).

something i always knew about myself was that drawing is a fundamental part of who i am, it is something that just cant be taken away from me and that will always be a part of my life one way or the other, is good to see it so plainly, in black and white, on this list. here goes for what i might be able to do in the future

[marvelmando]

breathe through the pain {p.parker x reader}

prompt comes from anon!

hey! since you wanted request, how about reader (who isnt a hero or anything) getting hurt and going for peter for help with the prompts 6, 26, 30 and 60? didnt know if there was a limit so sorry if so, thank you! hope you have a nice day/night!

notes: yes yes yes yes yes! this might be slightly hard just bc there are so many prompts, but my brain is ready for the challenge. thanks so much for requesting anon! and i hope you have an awesome day/night too, my lovely friend :)

also, i’m sorry for the gif and sad quote. see if you can spot it ;)

based on:

6. “You just got stabbed and you want to know if I’m okay?!”

26. “Am I not good enough for you?”

30. “Oh, absolutely not. I can’t do this without you.”

60. “I’m in love with you!”

from this prompt.

***warning: there’s a part at the beginning where a mugger is about to do... unsavory things to the reader, but it doesn’t end up happening. i don’t say anything outright, but if you’re triggered by assault or sexual assault, please don’t read this!!!! or just skip the beginning few paragraphs!!! there’s also some violence, particularly a stabbing, so if you’re squeamish, i don’t recommend reading this either, as i definitely go into some detail. also, some cursing (but with me, that’s par for the course, i’m afraid).

There was something off.

Walking alone at night in the city was an absolute no-no, especially for someone like you. But in your defense, it had still been light out by the time you left your apartment in Queens. The line at Delmar’s had been ridiculously long, and it took nearly an hour just to get a sandwich and a soda.

But you’d went alone, and now it was dark out, and something wasn’t right. The street you were taking was poorly lit, as most streets around there were. You should’ve been smart and taken the main road, but it would’ve taken you twice as long to reach your apartment complex in Forest Hills. The back of your neck burned, the hair on your arms raised in alarm. If you weren’t so anxious, you’d probably make a joke about your friend Peter and his spider-senses. 

You picked up your pace when you heard the footsteps. As they got closer and louder, you reached into the front pocket of your jeans, feeling around for the remote Peter had given you and pressed the large button in the center, knowing it would alert him that you were in danger. It was a safety precaution you two had begun earlier that year when Rhino was at large.

It was just in time, too, because just as you’d finished pushing the button, a pair of hands grabbed you by the bicep and threw you into the nearest alley.

You stumbled to the ground, bag carrying your goods flying out of your hands, but the mugger was quick to haul you to your feet and shove you against the brick wall of an abandoned convenience store.

“Hey!” You shouted, yanking against his grip as he manhandled you. “Let me go, you asshole!”

You froze at the sharp press of the blade against your cheekbone, wincing slightly as it pushed into your skin.

“Shut your mouth pretty lady, or I’m gonna shut it for you.” He leaned in as he hissed into your ear. His hot breath was soured, making you grimace and press your face harder into the brick.

You tried to push off the wall, but he’d pinned both hands between your stomach and the wall, and by the feel of him, he was at least twice your size with hands as big as your face. Those same filthy hands rummaged over your hips, clawing into your back pockets as he presumably searched for your loose change (you knew better than to carry a hanging purse in the city).

He grunted in frustration once he realized you didn’t have any. “Ain’t got no money, sweetheart?” His voice sounded like he was smirking filthily. Your heart slid across a beat as you thrashed harder. It only made him tighten his grip and dig the blade harder into your cheek. “Guess I’m gonna have to take somethin’ else, ain’t I?”

“Let go!” You growled and, noticing that the hand holding the knife was slackening as he focused on moving his hand to your waist, you shoved your head back into his nose.

You heard a satisfying crunch at the impact, and the guy loosened his grip on you only slightly. But it was enough for you to lift your foot up and onto his toes, hearing a crack there too.

Instead of cowering back, however, it only made the mugger angry. He lunged at you with a low shout, slamming his fist into your cheek. 

Your vision swam on impact, your mouth going fuzzy and ears beginning to ring. You could only barely notice that the guy had grabbed you to his chest instead of pressing you to the wall again, and it took you a minute to realize why.

Your eyes cleared enough to see Spider-Man at the entrance of the alley, and despite the pain radiating in your cheek, you grinned widely.

“Let her go!” You thought you heard Spider-Man yell to the mugger. You dazedly tried to move out of the man’s hold, but gasped at the sting against your throat, realizing he’d pressed his blade there.

“Don’t move, ma’am,” Spider-Man instructed you, sounding slightly panicked, as if he was trying to suppress the urgency. “Everything’s gonna be okay.”

“Don’t move, Spider-Man!” The man shouted from behind you, sounding too loud next to your ear. You instinctively struggled against him, causing him to tense and hold the knife harder against your throat, drawing blood this time. Your hands flew up to the man’s arms, trying to push them away. “Don’t move or this knife slices the lady’s pretty little throat.” He sneered down at you.

You didn’t know why Peter wasn’t moving to shoot a web at this guy; you’d seen him deal with guys holding hostages before. More importantly, you’d seen him not even hesitate with guys holding guns to hostages’ heads, aiming his webs true no matter how close the criminal was to the hostage, but now? This guy only had a knife, and she’d seen Peter react faster than this guy could even move a pinky finger. So why wasn’t he moving?

You realized what you’d have to do. You’d somehow have to push this guy away from you so Peter could shoot a web at him. Maybe you were just too close to the guy, maybe there wasn’t enough space to get a web around him. 

Looking Peter straight into the eyes of his mask, you nodded imperceptibly. Before you moved, you saw his bionic eyes widen and his hand raise.

You thrust your hips forward, pushing them back as hard into the mugger’s crotch as you could. He was startled, releasing you only slightly, but recovered quicker than you expected.

Then, several things happened at once.

You think Peter yelled. Someone did, but it wasn’t you.

Then, the mugger reached down and grabbed you around the waist. A dull but sharp pain erupted in your abdomen and your breath leaving your lungs in a heavy exhale, sounding more like a sigh than a grunt.

Time slurred and dark spots popped through your vision as your feet collapsed underneath you. This was when you realized that the mugger had let go of you. 

You weren’t sure when your eyes closed, but they opened to stare at the open sky above the alley; would’ve been black and speckled with stars if not for the pollution pouring from the city’s millions of lights. But there were the stars; why could she see stars? Twinkling down at her like a billion little fairy lights, like the ones hanging around her bedroom.

“Stars,” she thought she breathed, and the next thing she knew, Peter’s unmasked face was blocking her view of the stars. She smiled weakly. “Pete, look, the stars,”

“No, no, no!” Peter reached down for the blade sticking out of your stomach. “Y/N, stay with me, please!”

You struggled to meet his gaze. “Hey,” you lifted a hand to his cheek, finding a large, blooming bruise already forming there. His lip was swollen, and his hair disheveled from taking his mask off. His eyes swam with something close to panic and desperation. “Are you okay?”

He let out a pained laugh, though it was humorless.  “You just got stabbed and you want to know if I’m okay?”

“I’m alright, Peter,” you told him, and it was starting to be true. Your head cleared slightly, and as you glanced up you didn’t see the stars anymore. You looked down at your stomach, where the knife was protruding at a weird angle. You were beginning to sit up when a wave of pain rushed over you, nearly suffocating you. “Ah, shit,” you gasped. “Maybe not, then.”

“God, Y/N, don’t do that again!” He scolded, sounding eerily similar to May. Not that you’d ever tell him, even as the thought made you chuckle breathlessly.

You watched hazily as he leaned to the side to grab something - his mask, you realized, as he yanked it on with one hand, the other holding the good side of your waist.

“Karen, call for an ambulance. Yeah, run some diagnostics.” A pause, his bionic eyes closing shut as he sighed minimally. “Good. That’s... good, at least. Thanks, Karen.”

With that, he yanked his mask off to reveal the soft brown irises you loved so much. They were so expressive; no matter how much Peter learned to school his features into an unreadable mask, he was never able to hide how much his eyes said. You were always able to read them, after years of being friends with him, but right now there was just too much, and your head was steadily clouding as shock was setting in.

“Pete, I -”

“Just hang on, Y/N, you’re gonna be all right.” He smiled down at you, not willing to move you an inch in case it caused further damage to your insides. He knew better than to remove it, of course. The only option was to wait for paramedics to arrive and take you to the hospital.

“I’m... I’m just gonna close my eyes for a bit, okay?” You slurred, your eyes growing as heavy as lead. Peter’s voice forced you back into focus, and you clung to it like a life preserver.

“No, no! Absolutely not.” He urged, eyes softening as yours focused on him. “I can’t do this without you.”

He seemed to say the last part to himself, like he didn’t mean to say it out loud. The sound of sirens came into focus as they grew louder and louder.

“Just a little bit longer, Y/N, just hold on a little longer.” He stammered like he knew it was his voice that kept you awake. Maybe he didn’t, and he was saying it because he needed to, like if he stopped, he’d never get talk to you again.

His face was the only thing you could keep your eyes trained on, even as he tugged on his mask just as the ambulance arrived. Even as they swarmed around you, forcing Peter to let you go and watch as the paramedics secured the blade and hoisted you onto a stretcher. Even as you were rushed away and Peter just watched you get lifted into the back of the ambulance.

Then the doors closed and your eyelids dropped again.

“It’s okay,” you thought you heard the female paramedic say. “You can rest now.”

So you did.

---

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the pressure on your left hand. Then came the smell, sterile and bright. Then, the incessant and steady beeping of the monitor.

You peeled open your eyes, grateful that the room wasn’t as bright as you’d expected. It was, however, very white. White walls, white tiled floors, white bedsheets, and white furniture. Even with the blinds partially closed and the lights turned off, the hospital room glowed from all the blinding white.

A spot of brown popped up in your peripherals, catching your attention. It was Peter, his head resting next to where he grasped your hand with his. Not wanting to wake him but not comfortable with watching him as he slept, you gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

He woke immediately, head shooting up and eyes focusing on you automatically, as if you were the only thing in the room worth looking at.

“Y/N,” he breathed, a smile warming his eyes and voice despite the painful-looking bruise on his cheek. He returned the light squeeze on your fingers, before reaching over with his available hand to the button that alerted the nurses.

“Wait,” you croaked, voice stiff from disuse. To his credit, Peter stopped, but didn’t look happy about it. “I need to talk to you.”

He shifted uneasily, looking worried. “Yeah?”

You stared him in the eyes. “Why didn’t you shoot him?”

Peter blinked, looking startled, as if it wasn’t the question he was expecting to hear. “What... what do you mean?” He sounded confused, incredulous.

“You know what I mean.” You snapped lightly, narrowing your eyes. “You could have easily stopped him when he had the knife to my throat. But you didn’t. You hesitated. Why?”

Peter’s eyes slid away from you, as if he knew the answer was something uncomfortable to admit. “I don’t know.”

“Bullshit.”

“I don’t know!”

“Were you bored or something?” Anger rose in you irrationally. “Was it not enough danger for you?” You knew it was a stupid accusation, but you couldn’t help but let the insecurity slip, “Am I not good enough for you?”

“What? Of course you are -”

“Then what, Peter?! Why did you hesitate?”

“Because I was terrified!” He suddenly shouted. You blinked, words escaping you.

“Of course you were Peter, I was terrified too!”

“No, you don’t -” he broke off, slipping his hand away and standing up to pace the floor in front of your bed. “You don’t understand, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes. “Of course I do! I’d be terrified too if my best friend had a knife held to their throat!” You let out a dry laugh. “Hell, I’m terrified for you, and you face worse threats than puny little knives.”

Peter growled. “It’s different!”

Your mouth opened in disbelief. “What - Peter, how the hell is it diff -”

“Because I’m in love with you!” He shouted, his ears glowing a bright red, and his eyes hardened. Your mouth snapped shut. “I’ve been in love with you for years, and I’ve been so lucky that you haven’t been in any serious danger, even when Rhino was attacking me and Toomes discovered my secret.” He was breathing heavily, his brown eyes molten with something burning and slightly sweet, despite the rage still simmering under his voice. “I’ve never had to save you from something, and last night, I... it really hit me that if I made one wrong move...” his voice broke off, the fight draining out of him.

“Pete,” was all you could seem to say. You tried sitting up, and although the pain was significantly better than the day before, the pain blossoming from the wound made you gasp and collapse against the pillow. Peter rushed over to your side, making sure you stayed down and hadn’t broken your stitches.

He was fussing over your bandages when you put a hand to his good cheek. “Pete, I’m alright. You know that, right?”

He nodded, tilting his face into your hand. His eyes were soft again, full of light and love and something that made your breath escape through your lips.

“And I love you too, Pete. I’m in love with you, to be clear.” You smiled lightly, and his eyes brightened with a hidden smile. 

“Can I...” he began to say, eyes sliding down to your lips.

Without a word, you leaned forward, and this time, you didn’t even notice the pain.

[swiss-cheeze]

Harry Hook || Maddening Future

This is a MALE X MALE insert.

MALE PRONOUNS.

Harry x MALE! Reader.

MALE.

Okay now we got that out of the way, please enjoy and remember requests are always open.

———

“Have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?” where the only words etched into Harry's wrist that Harry had not chosen to be there; the words your soulmate and true love would say to you where written on every prince, princess, king, queen, villian and villians child somewhere on their body. The thought that Harry even had a soulmate baffled the pirate every day, who could love a thief, pirate, criminal, betrayer and every other word you could think of, the sentence plagued Harry like a shadow over his shoulders with every minute he didn't have his soulmate with him, it felt empty but he didn't know why. Evie snapped her fingers in front of Harry's face to get his attention again.

“Harry! Hook!” Evie exclaimed, each words pronounced with a clap of her hands, Harry finally looked at the girl in front of him with wide eyes, “oh good, you're back” the girl said with a tight smile. Harry cleared his throat.

“Well lass, me thinks it’d be a good moment to take a breather dontcha say?” Harry said with a grin, hoping it would charm the blue haired girl, she only smiled tightly before moving to the front of the class. That was a no, Harry sighed as he wrapped his arms around his head on the desk.

“You get into a sword fight,” Evie started, Harry's head popped up quickly at the mention of a sword fight, “do you A, give up, B, try to work out the problem like civil people, or C, kill the person you are fighting.” Evie asked, Harry knew what answer the girl wanted.

“How about D?” Harry said rhetorically with a grin, “where you gut them with your hook and feed their insides to the crocodile!” Harry said a little too enthusiastically even for himself, Evie let out a soft sigh.

“Come on Har, what's got you like this?” Evie asked, the girl put down the pointer stick she had and walked over to Harry, pulling up a chair the girl sat in front of the desk as Harry put his head in his hands.

“Got me like what?” Harry mumbled into his hand, covering most of his words.

“You’re dissociating, you aren't paying attention, daydreaming.” the girl paused, “is...is it your soulmate?” Evie asked softly, the topic of soulmate was dangerous on the isle and for the isle kids even as most of them never believed they were ever going to find their soulmate or ‘true love’. Harry took a moment to consider his options before nodding softly.

“I just…” the pirate paused as he didnt know how to tell his feelings, “it’s so vague and I never know if ill ever be able to find ‘em,” Harry looked to Evie, “don't get me wrong i don't care who they are, daughter of Peter Pan or son of Pocahontas ,” Harry shrugged, Evie didn't want to seem fazed at Harry's swift coming out about dating a boy, she should have been used to it or at least known. Gil and Harry where always close, the same as Carlos and Jay, they had always been vocal that they would get together if they ended up falling for each other or the other was their soulmate and yadda yadda but Carlos found Jane, his soulmate as Jay was still searching but the pair is never one to shy away from a little bromance or male affection.

“May i ask what it says?” Evie said aloud, she saw Harry took a moment, almost taken aback by the fact that she wanted to see but nodded none-the-less as he gripped his right hand sleeve and pulled it off, his hook had been discarded to his left as he did this, trusting Evie not to go for it. Harry sighed softly as he saw the ink on his skin, it was a soft sigh that didn't go unnoticed by Evie, a sigh of content, almost like he couldn't wait for the day he found the one for him.

“I always wonder what it means to them,” Harry wondered out loud, Evie didn't stop him as she didnt want to ruin the perfect moment, “is it a motto? Something they live by? A lyric? Song? Title?” Harry sighed as he drifted his thumb over the words before he reeled his head from the place it was, tugging the sleeve back on as Evie quickly stood back up with a smile.

“Get this right and I'll let you out five minutes early,” the girl said as she turned back to the blackboard, Harry let out a bored sigh as he looked to Evie with a ‘you really want me to answer this?’ look, Evie grinned wider knowing exactly what was going through Harry's head. The pirate groaned.

“Fine! B! There, happy, can I leave now?” the pirate asked as he grabbed his hook and pointed to the door, Evie sighed softly but nodded.

“Go on, enjoy the woods and have a stroll Harry, clear your mind of seagulls” the girl called out to the retreating pirate.

“Only thing on my mind little lady is the one on my wrist!” the pirate called back before exiting the room and making his way to the enchanted forest; maybe a leisurely stroll won't be too bad to clear one's head, a berry bush along the way to keep up his needs and he’s set.

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A few people tried to stop Harry along his way simply to ask for him to sign their petition or to ask for an interview they needed for a class but Harry declined (surprising himself and the other as he declined with a ‘no thank you darling, maybe later’, before quickly realising and walking away). Harry sighed softly as he felt a wave of relief and calmness over take his body as he entered the enchanted forest, the forest always had a spell cast upon it that it would help anyone who entered it any bit it could, in Harry's case it was to just be calm and not worry so much. The leaves on the trees blew in the wind as the birds got carried through the sky, the leaves and sticks crunched under Harry's feet as he walked, his hook glittering when it hit the rays of sun poking through the leaves, a soft humming came from Harry, “as the world falls downnnnn” the pirate sung softly, “Are you, are you coming to the tree, where they strung up a man they say murdered three. Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be, if we met at midnight, in the hanging tree.” Harry sang his lullaby softly before continuing his humming of the song, that was until a soft tune caught the pirates ears, a high tune that was upbeat and lively, one that wanted the pirate to dance. A smile made its way to Harry's face as he walked closer to the music, a small blue gate stood in the way between Harry and the place he desperately wanted to be, the pirate unlatched the gate and stepped in as the dirt twisted beneath his shoes, lively music was something that always got Harry going. A long table faced Harry as he was at the end with no one around besides the voices he heard on the opposing end, a lovely voice filled with hope and cheeriness, it enchanted Harry as the pirate stepped forward.

“Would you like some more tea my dear?” a voice asked, a grin evident in the sound.

“Of course by dear but only half!” another voice answered followed by loud cackling, the air was soon filled with breaking china and a clinking of sorts, Harry cocked an eyebrow as he finally got close enough to see everyone occupying the table. A boy sat in the biggest chair at the head of the table, his hat reminded Harry of the Mad Hatter it looked almost identical, the boys coat had a large collar with one side sticking up to the brim of his hat while the other was laid down, his hands were encased in white lace gloves while a sewing pillow laid across the back of his hand, held on by a strap. The boys eyes had a brilliant blue to them that Harry could see from his place as his red painted lips and crazy eye makeup didn't do enough to accentuate his features, but from far away Harry couldn't tell all that much, around the boy was broken china, spoons, teapots, saucers, cups and all different types of cakes and desserts scattered on the table, ground and the boys own clothing and hat including his disheveled hair that poked out from under his hat. Next to the boy stood a small girl on a chair holding a sword, in front of her was another girl with a crazed look in her eyes, tattered clothing and large bunny ears plastered onto a headband. This crazy bunch intrigued Harry to no end.

“Darlings!” the girl with the sword yelled out, “we have company!” every pair of eyes turned to Harry as the boy paled for a moment before a grin overcame his features.

“Couldn't help meself love, heard such a beautiful sound and couldn't resist” Harry said as he bowed down, “‘arry Hook, at your service” the pirate grinned as he looked up, but his grin soon faltered as the group in front of him burst out laughing.

“ELLO GOV!” the girl with bunny ears yelled at as she stood on top of her chair and did a silly pose, “WELCEME TO OUR UN’BIRFDAY” she yelled in a weird accent.

“Unbirthday?” Harry asked softly as he took a seat next to the girl with ears.

“An Unbirthday is whenever your birthday, ISNT!” the girl cackled next to Harry.

“Ye a pirate aint ye?” the girl with the sword asked in a fake ‘pirate’ accent as she kept one eye closed and a weird grin on her mouth, Harry grinned as he held up his hook.

“On of the best lass” Harry said with a grin, at this point Harry realised the boy at the head of the table hadn't said anything and was simply sitting with his hands in front of him, fingertips against the opposing hand, looking through the brim of his hat gave Harry a demeaning look.

“Ain't ye meant ta be in scool?” the bunny eared girl continued the accent as she cackled, the girl with the sword threw a cup to the bunny girl who quickly dodged the china before cackling again.

“Could ask ye the same question” Harry mumbled as he looked around the table with a cocked eyebrow, the girl with bunny ears cackled softly as she held out a tea cup before pouring the tea from above before grabbing a spoon and dumping as much sugar as she could into the liquid.

“Spoon…” the girl gasped softly as she looked to the spoon in mesmerisation. The one with the sword rolled her eyes before walking across the table to Harry and holding her hand out.

“I’m Molly Mouse! Me mum is Mallymkun Dormouse, Mally for short” the girl said as she shook Harry's hand, the pirate had a soft grin on his face as Molly let go of his hand and the girl with ears turned to him holding out her hand as a teacup dangled from one of her fingers.

“Tussle Earwicket! Daughter of Thackery Earwicket the March ‘air!” the girl exclaimed as Harry took the girls hand cautiously before she ripped it away two seconds into the shake to throw the teacup to the boy at the head of the table who simply caught it with his hand, still in his position Harry saw him in; staring past the brim of his hat, this silenced the table as both girls seemed to almost cower into their seats and their eyes drifted anywhere but the boy.

“And ‘o may you be my dear?” Harry asked moving forward on his elbows with a grin as he chin rest on his knuckles. The hatted boy twirled the china around his finger before throwing it back to Tussle who dodged it yet again before cackling loudly, so loudly and full heartedly she fell off the back of her seat, this had not seemed to faze anyone as Molly went back to sipping her tea, however the boy caught Harry off guard. Standing on his chair the hatted boy stood on top of the wobbling table and walked to Harry's direction, kicking plates, cakes, tea sets, pots, spoons and anything else in his way as he finally stood still in front of Harry, the pirate was about to look up to the boy but before he could the hatted boy swooped down and leant on the balls of his feet, knees bent. His head was bent down and only his mouth could be seen, a dark demeanor seemed to cloud the table as Tussle slowly brought herself back to the table.

“Have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?" the boy whispered softly, Harry's eyes widened as his breathing quickened and his throat closed in on itself all at the same time, the pirate was at a loss for words for a moment before getting pulled back into reality.

“Now why would someone like you, be asking someone like me why a raven is like a writing desk?” the pirate whispered softly, he had gotten closer to the boy and was now face to face. The boy wore brilliant eye makeup of blues, whites, yellow, orange and red as white and black mascara and eyeliner accentuated his features even more so then the white paint around his face, the boys red painted lips curled into a smile as he tipped his hat up with a flick of his finger to fully look at Harry.

“Terrence Hightopp, son of Tarrant Hightopp,” the boy paused as he took in all of Harry's face, the sharp jawbone, beautiful eyes, cheekbones and glorious black eyeliner, “also known as the Mad Hatter, the Hatter or just, Hatter” the boy spoke in a soft voice drizzled in caramel, “you, Harry Hook, have a very strange, unexpected and…” the boy paused as his smirk almost grew bigger as his eyes drifted over what felt like every inch of Harry's face and body, “mad” the boys eyebrows lifted as his eyes widened, “life ahead of you,” Terrence paused for a moment again, “since you are my soulmate” the boy whispered, Harry grinned as his eyes sparkled with mischief. Terrence grinned as he stood up to his full height, holding one hand on his shoulder as the other stretched out in front of him, he was about to declare something before a raspy voice cut through the air, it was at this moment Harry realised that the air had changed, the sky looked a little dimmer and Terrence had orange hair peeking out from under his hat.

“Down With the Bloody Big Head” the voice rasped softly, Terrence changed in that one fleeting moment as a body appeared at the opposite end of the table the hatter boy had previously sat at. Another beautiful boy with soft blue hair, large blue cat-slit eyes, black stripes, ears and a tail, his clothing seemed almost royal thought it had its rips and tears, the clothing seemed almost tiger like besides the blue and black accents. The new boy was looking at his nails in a poised femimine way, “I wouldn't suggest i ever got an invite now would i?” the new boy said softly, though he was a little ways away his voice came out as if he were in Harry's lap.

“We would suggest no invite, as you had just invited yourself” Terrence said raspily, as Harry looked up to Terrence the pirate realised his makeup had darkened to almost completely black and his eyes turned a bright vibrant orange, deranged.

“I always invite myself, you used to be the life of the party Hatter” the new boy grinned wickedly, he seemed to know the buttons he was pushing on Terrence, that was until the new boy seemed to finally realise it wasn't just the four of them and instead was five, “my my my Terrence, keeping a jewel like this to yourself; how selfish” the boy said before disappearing for a moment, a soft laughter floated through the air as Molly, Terrence and Tussle looked around hoping to spot the cat-like boy, that was before the boy appeared on Harry's lap, straddling the pirate to which his hands flew into the air and was almost terrified to touch the new boy, “‘ello lovely” the boy said softly as a finger made its way down Harry's jaw, a growl came from Terrence.

“You get your grimmy cat hands off my Harry, you guddler's scuttish pilgar-lickering, shukm-juggling sluking urpal. Bar lom muck egg brimni-!” Terrence started.

“HATTER!” Molly yelled, Harry quickly looked to the smaller girl who was standing on the table, from the distance she was at (which wasn't much compared to Terrence) she was only up to the hatters waist. Terrence turned to Molly as his eyes and makeup changed back to their original colours.

“Thank you” the hatter said in a strained voice, the cat-boy chuckled softly as he made his way off of Harry.

“You know im only ever teasing you Hightopp” the cat-boy said as he made his way to Terrences chair, he pointed a finger as an asking of ‘can I sit?’ to which Hatter nodded.

“Not this time Cess, our new guest here is son of Captain Hook from Neverland and is my soulmate, this is one you don't mess with” Terrence said, the hatter jumped down from the table and stood next to Harry, the pirate took this time to stand up, soon releasing his new boyfriend towered over him just the tiniest bit. ‘Chess’, or cat-boy Harry now dubbed the new boy nodded solemnly in understanding.

“Understood Terrence” Chess said before his eyes slid to Terrence’s hat, “you do know how much i love your hat” the cat-boy grinned with wicked sharp teeth.

“Not even if the Jabberwock killed me and my hat was the only thing that is left of me” Terrence said with a mad grin, Chess sighed softly before nodded.

“Yeah yeah” the cat-boy said sadly as he slumped in the chair, Molly and Tussle then began throwing more china at each other as Chess soon joined in; Terrence bent down ever so slightly to Harry's ear.

“Let's leave them as we get to know each other, hmm?” Terrence asked, Harry turned to the Hatter.

“Tell me about the hat” Harry said quickly, “then we walk” the pirate grinned as he knew the smile charmed the hatter.

“Fathers, family heirloom. Chess’ dad loved it and then the obsession got passed down to his kid” Terrence said with a shrug, “now let's go, the moon is out” Terrence pointed out. Harry looked to the sky and there in the middle was the biggest moon he ever saw.

“But...it was only midday when I left Auradon” Harry said as he and Terrence started walking, the hatter grinned and chuckled.

“You’re in Underland now darling,” Hatter said as he walked backwards with his arms over Harry's shoulders, Harry seemed a little scared at Terraces words but the hatter soon backtracked, “Hook, im kidding,” the Hatter said with a grin, “we get out of the forest and it'll only be like one, it a little part of Underland we have to ourselves without leaving the country” Terrence said, Harry nodded as he maneuvered the Hatter boy to his side, Terrence putting his arm over Harry's shoulder as Harry had his arm around the Hatters waist.

“I never thought I'd find my soulmate” Harry said absentmindedly, the stroll had only just started but he felt as if he knew Terrence his whole life.

“Neither did i,” Terrence said softly, “my father always loved soulmates and was thrilled when he found my mother, I was thrilled when I first read the words on my hip but I always thought I was too mad to be loved, i was a simple hat makers kid,” Terrence shrugged, “i didnt realise my dad was really famous until i was like ten, but I still believed I was too mad of a person to be loved” Terrence sighed softly as Harry turned the boy around and held the Hatters shoulders.

“Love you are amazing, i only just met you but i want to spend the rest of my life with you; im a lowlife criminal, thief, swordfighter, barfighter and chippe shoppe waiter. You are my soulmate and I am yours, i want to get to know you and I want to fall in love with you every day of my life and wake up to find your face next to mine in the same bed, holding you softly and making sure you’re okay” Harry took a breath as he looked into Hatters eyes with full generosity and honesty.

“Go on a date with me” Terrence said with a grin, “anywhere”

“I would be delighted darling” Harry said with a grin before bowing, his hooked hand was high in the air as Terrence curtsied with his coat, both grinning widely at the maddening future ahead of them.

[shadedrose01]

So, uh. This happened, somehow.

Thank you guys so so so much for (over) 100 followers!! I didnt really expect this many people to like my constant reblogging and occasional stories, but apparently y'all do? So, thank you for sticking around, especially during my slight writing block that I'm having right now lol

I dont really have anything written or done to celebrate (sadly, sorry 😓) but! I decided I'll finally tell ya what I've been hinting at on here the past little while. (If you're in the parkner discord chat, you already know what I'm gonna talk about, because I talk about it a little too much over there oops).

Over the summer, I'm planning (planning being the keyword here) to start writing a new series! What is this new series, you may ask? Weeeell, it's the main story to my oneshot Take Me to Church (Which you can read here), and in the same universe as Burning Hope (which you can read here)!

Without spilling too many beans, it's going to a parkner fic called A Father's Promise. Medieval, Royality, Fantasy/Magic AU, with Peter as the Prince of the Iron Kingdom, who longs to be able to be himself but knows he cant, and Harley as a man who lives on the border of the kingdom, which revenge on his mind and a hatred for the monarchy. Its gonna be full of angst, hurt, and sorrow, but it'll have it's cute, sweet moments too, and I'm super duper excited to write it. And I'm so so so so so excited for you guys to read it!

Itll be some good old Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Forbidden love, hurt/comfort (kinda) goodness, and I think you guys will love it.

Anyways, I've jabbered on for long enough. Thank you guys so so much again, it means the world! Stay safe, take care, I love you all! ☺❤💞❤

[love-loser]

16 or 2 👀 or maybe 16 AND 2? Like younger brat tony who’s breadwinner to his exasperated older hubby,,

16. professor peter x cocky student tony 

SORRY OMG THIS IS SO LONG jkhddh thank you for the ask! i didnt know how to combine 2 and 16 so i just wrote 16, but someone else asked for 2 so fear not, you will be getting it. hope you enjoy

prompts here 

MOBILE USERS READ HERE PLS!! 

Even though college was a volatile time for many, this whole higher education thing was going pretty well for Peter. Granted, he’s the one teaching the class, but still, pretty good seeing as see he was so young (25) and oh so (very) endearing, both of which helped him get along with his students.

Well, most of his students.

He never knew just how much one person could annoy him but walking into class, seeing that stupid smirk on the younger boy’s smirk, just made his coffee taste that much bitter, the junior never failing to make his day just a bit shitty, somehow. 

Even more- he’d always managed to somehow know the material even though Peter was sure he was either sleeping or on his phone half the time. The Engineering professor could probably count on one hand the number of times he’d seen the brunette actually take notes. And it was already halfway into the semester. It hadn’t even caught Tony off guard when he tried to call on the boy. 

What he hated the most, though, was the way Tony’s stupid, stupid, intense, dusky eyes always seemed to undress him everytime he walked into the room. The way his hands made his excessively big iPhone look tiny when he wrapped his capable fingers around it and- not to mention those same fingers that rubbed against his lips as he blatantly checked his own professor out, in class, no less. Did kids these days have no manners?

Yes, maybe Peter was exaggerating just a tiny bit–– it’s not like Tony tormented him everyday or openly harassed him, but it’s the principle of it, see. In Peter’s mind, he only has one goal when it comes to Tony Stark, aka (surprisingly) straight A student, aka genius, playboy, billionaire, philanthropist most annoying boy on campus. 

And that goal: To put him in his place.

Peter can’t imagine what it’ll be like for the student when he gets to senior year in just half a semester–– in fact, even the very thought of Tony treating any of his teachers this way (or anyone) sends the assistant professor’s matchbox heart into insistent, restless flames.

(He chalks it up to just pure concern for his student.)Not jealousy.

Peter even writes up a list between inputting scantron grades, of why exactly he hates Tony’s guts.

Eloquently, he titles it, ❌ Tony Stark ❌.

1. Taller than me by an inch 1.5 cm.

2. Somehow knows my favourite breakfast from panera bread.

3. Always borrows notes from other people when he’s absent EVEN THOUGH HE KNOWS I HAVE COPIES BY MY DESK!

4. Wears those stupid glasses all the time.

5. Spends an average of 6 minutes after class just cleaning up, making me WAIT

6. Never pays attention in class but always sets the curves on tests.

7. Always flirts with other people outside the hall before class. (distracting!)

8.

On the eighth, Peter’s mind draws a blank. He’d thought that he could go on and on when given the chance, but maybe now isn’t the time- after all, he does only have 2 braincells left after mindlessly typing in scores.

It’s about 5:43 pm now, which probably means he should go after entering this last girl’s score and-

Done. Rarely do other professors ever stay this late, but Peter isn’t really in the mood to stick around and see. He grabs his trusty bullet journal- the one he proudly spent 2 and a half hours on in the beginning on the year, and also the one he just slandered Tony in, which, speaking of the devil-Shitshitshit, avoid him before he annoys you, Pete. It turns out his stiff, minecraft esque speedwalking in the other direction still isn’t enough to deter Tony, who looks up from his phone and calls out a nonchalant, “Hey, Mr. Parker!” Peteralmost scoffs at the sheer level of disrespect in that one line- how dare he? Who does he think he is?! At least, that’s what he sputters mentally.

Physically, the brunet is ready to embrace a thousand year nap. 

Peter mentally debates whether or not to stop and give Tony the time of day, his aforementioned 2 brain cells bantering back and forth before, eventually, Tony just decides he will have a conversation with Peter, whether he likes it or not. “Hey, earth to Mister,” Tony says, suddenly in front of his face, dangerously close. 

“Hi, Tony. You do know my first name isn’t mister, right? And you should be calling me Professor.” Peter says, voice scolding. “Okay, then, professor,” Tony says, though Peter knows he won’t really listen to him, “What’re you doing so late? Isn’t it past your bedtime? You need sleep to grow taller.”Well- okay, this is getting ridiculous. 

“That’s no way you should be talking to your elders, much less your lecturer, Tony,” Peter reprimands, starting to walk again. Hopefully, he’ll be left alone now.Unsurprisingly, and to Peter’s horror, Tony only starts striding backwards easily, as if he’d grown up learning how to walk that way. “But you’re so young. You barely look like my elder, much less a teacher,” Tony’s eyes flicker down, then drag back up, and Peter tries not to flush at this. “That’s not to say you don’t look good, though, the opposite, really.”

Peter only scoffs at this, round eyes rolling in disbelief, a warm tinge to his cheeks to top it all off. He stops abruptly, ego puffing just a bit when Tony stumbles.

“Actually, why don’t we talk about that, Tony?” He stops just to mentally imprint Tony’s somewhat panicked expression, before continuing with an adamant, “I’ve seen the way you act in class- the way you look at me,” which sounds much more scandalous than it should be.

Peter’s voice lowers to a hush, registering that they’re still in a school building, where anyone could be listening. Trust no one, not even yourself. 

“It’s not appropriate. I’m not some romantic interest for you to try to indulge in, and I’d much rather you put some of that attention to the lecture’s material instead.”

A moment passes by, then two, and Peter is still staring Tony straight in the eyes, his own hard with determination, brows furrowed. 

After a pregnant pause, the student clears his throat. 

“Do you wanna be?”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, yeah, you’re cute professor,” Tony admits shamelessly, “Why don’t you just give me a bit of a chance? I’m not that bad, I’m actually very great.”“That’s exactly what a bad person would say,” Peter points out.

“Let me prove that I’m not, then,” Tony says. Then, his phone dings, “Well, I have to go. But I mean it, mister! Bye,” And with that, Tony bids him goodbye with a wave and a blown kiss.

Peter shudders.

Yuck.

-

What is not so yuck, though, is the next morning, is when Peter gets in at approximately 8:30 am. There’s a still toasty croissant on his desk, with a orange post it note.  

Hope you enjoy this. I was late bc i was picking it up so i just decided to skip for the whole day- TS

Peter, infuriatingly, knows exactly who wrote the note, and couldn’t resist the urge to roll his eyes. He’d been doing that alot lately.‘Late picking it up so he just decided to skip the whole day over a croissant, are you kidding me,’ Peter doesn’t bother actually protesting against the innocent pastry, though, instead setting his bag down and taking it out of the pastry bag. He recognises the label- it’s from the campus coffee shop. Tony was late to class picking up food from an establishment on campus. 

The kid’s gotta have a demerit, or something, because that might be going just a little too far, even for him. It’s like being late to a party you’re already at, but leave it to Tony Stark to somehow find a way. 

Well, that’s too bad. There was suddenly going to be a pop quiz today. 

-

Peter, later, finds that he has to reach deep inside himself to not literally slap the living shit out of Tony’s face when the boy opens the door to his lecture hall as the professor is packing up later that day.

“So you are here,” is what he says instead, eyes narrowed accusingly. He still doesn’t get why Peter doesn’t just come to class if he’s already there- are his lessons really that bad?  

“Indeed I am,” is the answer that comes, infuriatingly nonchalant. “Miss me?” 

“Never,” He huffs, slinging his bag over his shoulder. 

“Did you at least like the breakfast I got you?”

Hell yes.“No. What would be better, Stark, is if you actually attended class while you were on campus.” Then, he adds in without thought, “Especially mine.”There’s a beat of silence, the words not quite sinking in for the professor yet- it’s a different story for Tony, though. “Especially yours?” Tony asks with a grin, and the tone in his voice makes Peter immediately regret whatever he said to induce said piece of shit’s intonation.“Yes. Is there a problem?” One strong brow raises in inquiry. 

“Not at all,” Tony’s stupid smile only widens, “The opposite, really.”

[the-sanders-sides]

inidan american (desi) logan

a sequel to this post because people asked for more and i decided that they shall receive (and also i love writing these)

fair warning, logans a bitter kid, and this isnt as positive and happy as romans post. ive experienced two different ways of being desi, one where i lived in fully asian and indian community and didnt even think id ever feel alone, and another where i moved to a place where i havent met another desi in like 7 years of living here in a 3 hour driving radius. in romans post i played into my first experience and how at home i felt. in the second experience, the one im in right now, i am much more bitter about who i am and not really knowing anyone who gets it anymore. so i play into that A LOT in this. so keep that in mind. (and he will get happier in a future part. m planning on making this into a series)

ok so first off. his name is logan sanders. people (mostly other indians) dont believe him when he tells them. he tells them they dont know indian history. they say they do. he tells them that the british fucked around (quite literally) in india for four centuries so of course english names would stick with that precise wording

sometimes when he’s annoyed enough and doesnt want to explain this for the millionth he defends himself with this russel peters skit (watch it, it’s hilarious) because it describes his family. to a T. 

he grew up in a community with not very many asians, and knew no indians outside his family so he felt a sort of disconnect to his culture

while his grandparents and parents would teach him about indian culture, he felt so distant from it since he knew no one outside his family who was indian, and since he didnt have any siblings or any nearby cousins to hang around with

he had visited india once but he was too young to remember it properly or too remember his cousins

the closest mandir was an hour away so that also limited the amount of indian kids/people he knew

he barely knew hindi because everyone in his family spoke english, especially in public

he felt guilty over the disconnect he felt and would always try to bridge it but would never accomplish this because it he kept losing passion since he rarely saw other people like him in the real world and in the media and he didnt see the point of trying

this all changed in eight grade when he moved next door to the Kumar family in a north indian street of some south asian blocks in an asian community

when his family first moved, the Kumar family invited the Sanders over to welcome them

it turns out the Kumar’s had a son who was the same age as logan

“hi logan! im rohan kumar! but i like going by roman instead of rohan!” 

this introduction pissed logan off 

he was seething because why would this kid who got to have an indian first AND last name change his name to an english one! why didnt he see the value of his name!

he knew right away that such a difference meant they could never be friends 

“im logan sanders, but thats all youll get to know about me because i see no use associating myself with someone as... well, ignorant, as you”

roman decides to whip out one of the swears his cousins taught him and whisper shouts “who are you calling ignorant, bhenchod?” 

 it became clear to him that this was new turf, and people on this new turf must be speaking hindi. and that he was the ignorant one if he couldnt talk in hindi. he made a vow to learn it as fast as he could to make sure this roman kid wasnt better than him

but, logan grits his teeth and says “you, and i know it must be true because you were too dumb to understand me the first time”

this evidently struck a sore spot in roman because he didnt fight back but just stalked away. logan smiled slightly, happy to have won that argument

logan asks his grandpa to teach him hindi and his grandpa gets super excited

they start lessons immediately and despite barely hearing it growing up, it’s as if his brain was made for this because he picks the language up amazingly fast and in a months time, while not able to speak back yet, he can understand most casual conversation

his first diwali in basically little india is the most magical thing ever

diwali at his old home was very quiet because there wasnt anyone around to celebrate with

everyone is so happy in this new home however. everyone is dressed up and all the houses are lit up and there are diyas everywhere and he doesnt want to admit it but the kumar’s have the best rangoli on the street and it’s because of roman and he knows roman did it because sometimes he’d stare out of his bedroom window while doing homework and have a perfect view of roman delicately working on it for two weeks

(the kumar’s front porch had been covered with tarp waiting for diwali to make sure romans precious rangoli wasnt stepped on or ruined. when it’s finally let up, everywhere where there could be art, there is. it’s insane how good at colors roman is, logan thinks)

diwali morning: 

he fights his parents because he doesnt want to miss school for diwali because americans dont have a day off for it. his parents set the clocks in the house ahead to make him think he overslept so he would skip school. (logan didnt know that his parents had submitted an excused absence form for religious reasons and that the school was very understanding. he thought it would be like his old school where he wouldnteven bother trying since he wasnt christain and the school was lkinda discriminatory)

they spend the morning in mandir and it’s nice. for once he doesnt feel different from his peers because he goes to mandir and not church or synagogue. he feels at home.

diwali afternoon:

the afternoon is spent with frantic cleaning and cooking and digging around for the diya’s that were still in boxes, packed away from when they moved

logan offered to find them all to continue with a diya science experiment he started two years prior. his theory was that the diya’s were multiplying and there were more each year despite no one buying anymore

this held true, because even though he could only find half of their diya collection, it was somehow more than the entire diya collection of two years prior. 

diwali evening:

theres a big potluck and everyone in the neighborhood is out talking to each other, looking at the decorations at everyones houses, eating samosas, and playing with sparklers. 

logan feels content

he makes a new resolve to learn more about hinduism. if this is what ti was supposed to be, then he never wanted to be away from hinduism. 

he looked at the metaphors and symbolism in everything and finally understood what his dad meant he told logan that hinduism is just science written in poetry and that string theory is written in the ancient texts

middle school in this new town is so much better than middle school in his old home. why?

a. doesnt get bullied for being a nerd

b. doesnt get called gay slurs 

c. the classes are harder 

d. much less racism

e. all of the above

soon enough, logans asking his grandpa to teach him how to cook Indian food

Logan spends the day burning dosas and making lopsided rotis

(eventually he gets the hang of it, and a he'll be cooking food for an infuriating Indian boy ;) ;) psst it's roman)

Speaking of boys

Coming out isn't an option for logan

He knows that his parents arent really religious enough to really look into hinduism and see that no, gays are not bad

But they are traditional and conservative enough to be homophobic

not homophobic as in spewing hate with the westboro baptist church at a pride parade

But homophobic as in "the gays are fine as long as they don't do it in front of me" kinda thing

So Logan stays quiet

the closet kinda sucks but i mean what can he do

it’s safer inside, and he as illogical as wishing is, he wishes that people would use their brains and realize there’s nothing wrong with gay

anyway

in school logan makes his first desi friend, who was dubbed as anxiety years ago and cant seem to get rid of the nickname and now has a whole complex about his name so logan doesnt know his name

logan and anxiety meet in the school library: logan studying and anxiety hiding

people dont like anxiety

especially non-indian kids

surprise surprise it’s an old buddy called racism, but anxiety’s story is for another time

(but even though no one really likes anxiety, whenever racist shit goes down, it has to go through roman)

so logan and anxiety become fast friends

and they make fun of roman (a+ bonding)

logan claims that roman is a hypocrite for changing his name to an english one while being so immersed in indian culture

anxiety doesnt dispute this, but says he has a past with roman

a past that involved getting stuck with the name anxiety

again, another story for another time

one day, when logan and anxiety are eating lunch they see roman destroy some homophobes who throw around the word f*g and keep calling caitlyn jenner, bruce jenner

logans chest surges

he’s all like “what?? emotions?? pride at roman?? is he better than me for being so open and standing up for what he believes in??”

gay panic basically

but logan masked it well and pushed it away

the next day roman comes to school with a pride patch on his jean jacket

logan feels like he cant breathe

logan is supremely jealous of roman.

he can be gay in peace

he can pretend not to be indian in a way that benefits him

and he’s not affected by stereotypes in the same way?? like what does this kid not have

and by stereotypes i mean

roman is the complete opposite of all indian and desi stereotypes: loud, flamboyant, theatrical

logan’s personality is exactly how the stereotypes are. he’s nerdy and likes science and math and it seems like he cant escape the stereotypes. they follow him. and he feels guilty that he likes science and math and is nerdy. 

as illogical as it is, he wishes he was different from how he is

but logan later learns that there are more than just his perspective on being desi and that every desi kid growing up faces challenges about it that are different than his, causing them to experience being desi differently

and logan will accept that, in another story at another time

for now, he’s just bitter. and as illogical as it is, he wishes the world was better

and now, i shall tag some people who asked to be tagged and some other desi’s who loved this because i feel like you guys might appreciate this too. also i love u. desi famders squad up.

@sssixeyedrunt @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2 @caterpiller-tea @xxxbladeangelxxx @snufflesthegrim227 @cloudchaser7 @thelowlysatsuma 

[fluffyseapancakes]

Can you write a platonic Peter Parker x reader where the reader is in the Avengers facility trying to do math homework and she struggles with math, so she gets so frustrated that she starts crying? Then Peter finds her and tickles her to cheer her up and then helps her with it? Could it be the Bucky's daughter one?

I can 200% relate to those math struggles, haha. Hope you like it! 

Bucky’s daughter fics Part 1   Part 2 

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You were an Avenger, you’ve been on some kick-ass missions to destroy a terrorist group, your father was Bucky Barnes, most infamously known as the Winter Soldier. Clearly your life was different from most teenage girls and you had important missions coming up, and yet why in the heck were you forced to finish your algebra homework before the meeting?

You glanced at the clock and quietly moaned when you realized you only had fifteen minutes to finish the assignment. Your father had warned that he will check the homework for completion before you even stepped foot in the meeting room. Peter was already here and of course had all of his work done.

The numbers and equations on the page started to melt together in your mind and every time you tried to solve one, it didn’t match up correctly. Your notes were completely useless with the illegible squiggles and you were starting to regret using algebra as the official nap class. The only reason you were even accepted to Midtown was because you excelled at programming and making concoctions with household chemicals. One boring afternoon, you and Peter had a competition to see who could make the strongest web fluid with only the chemicals they found in the kitchen. To Peter’s horror, you won and Tony was greatly impressed by your skills, which led to him enrolling you in the same school as Peter. All the science and technology classes were a breeze and you had fun creating your own projects, but math rolled around and you were in huge trouble. Your father had taught you enough math to get by, but it was barely enough to qualify for the lowest level math class MSHS offered. Peter was a great tutor and Tony helped out when you stayed up till midnight trying to finish homework, your father felt bad that he couldn’t help much so he made you tea and gave encouragement when you were struggling.

“Y/N you finished yet?” Peter walked into the living room and peered over your shoulder to look at the assignment. Only three questions were filled out and the answers were all wrong. He opened his mouth to point out your mistakes, but he heard you sniffle softly. You felt tears burning at the corners of your eyes and you were mortified that you were crying, but you didn’t stop the tears from falling down your cheeks and hitting the paper.

“Hey don’t cry,” Peter immediately scooped you up from the chair and carried you away from the homework, he set you down on the large sofa and held you tightly, “a little assignment isn’t worth crying over.”

“I know,” you whispered, you leaned your head against Peter’s chest and closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat, “I just feel so freaking stupid and the meeting’s starting any minute now.”

“I’ll help you after the meeting then, but for now you need to forget about the assignment,” he rubbed your back gently.

“How?” You mumbled, “I’ve been working on it all day and my brain is crammed with algebra.”

“Will it help if you laugh?” Peter smiled.

“Maybe,” you shrugged, “but your jokes kinda suck.”

“Excuse me,” he wriggled his fingers into your sides and you bursted out into a stream of giggles, “my jokes are top notch quality thank you very much.”

You clamped your arms down as his devious fingers travelled to your belly, his hands were trapped and you screamed with laughter when he dug in a little deeper. You lifted your arms back up and he immediately dug into your underarms. Ticklish shocks shot down your spine and you desperately tried to escape from his grasp, but he held you tightly in his arms.

“S-stop!” You cackled, you felt your face burning up from laughter and attempted to push him away from you.

“Then agree to take a break,” he reached down and squeezed the tops of your knees, you bucked up and a ridiculously high pitched squeal came out of your lips.

“I’ll take a break!” Sticking to his promise, Peter immediately stopped his attack and awkwardly blotted your wet cheeks with the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

“That was evil,” you panted out, trying to rub away the ticklish feelings from your body.

“That’s what best friends do,” Peter laughed and poked you in the ribs, you recoiled at the finger and hissed at him playfully.

“But now I can’t join in on the meeting because I didn’t finish,” you groaned, staring at the long abandoned piles of homework on the kitchen table.

“You can join,” Peter grinned, “I heard your dad telling Mr. Stark that he needed you to be briefed on the mission anyways, he just wanted you to get some motivation.”

You were silent as you processed the information, all those hours you frantically tried to finish your homework, all that frustration and feelings of failure, was basically useless.

“Father!” You stood up from the couch and screamed his name as it echoed throughout the tower. You and Peter, thanks to your enhanced hearing, heard Bucky’s concerned voice from a couple floors up.

“Oh shit.”

“Wait Y/N,” Peter tried to grab your arm but it was too late, you sped to the elevator in hot pursuit of your dad. Your abandoned friend walked over to the table with the homework assignments, he sighed and grabbed a pencil.

I can be a few minutes late, he thought to himself as he got started on the first problem. He made sure to clearly write down every step to solving the equation so you would be able to understand, and made some notes on why you got it wrong in the first place. Suddenly Bucky’s loud laughter echoed from the floor above him and the teenager shook his head with a smile. Ned would totally kill him if he found out Peter had skipped a meeting with the Avengers to do algebra, but he knew you were stressed out lately from school, you needed one night to not have to worry about anything and he was happy to help with that, because that is what best friends do.

[hotknifr]

Burning

Burning

Peter Parker x Reader

wc: 1.5k

a/n: This is all just really hardcore pining. Plus a ton of obliviousness.

summary: You're in love with your best friend and think its completely one sided. Peter is in love with you, oblivious to your pining

warnings: none!

requests are open

master post

Burning. The sensation wasn't like anything you had felt before. His words caused you to ignite, his soft touches leaving invisible burn marks on your skin. He caused your world to set on fire. You didn't understand it. Maybe you did, but were too scared to admit it. It was a feeling you had shoved deep down for years now. For too long. And now it was burning you alive. What made it worse, was there was no escaping him. He was a part of your life for too long, and now, you revolved around each other. You were stuck with him at school for hours on end, you hung out during the weekends. He was always just there, a part of your memories, or in the present.

It was a Friday, the last class just ending. You made your way, grabbing what you needed from your locker, putting away all that you didn't. When shutting the door you noticed the all too familiar face looking at you. His face was etched with worry, which made the burning feeling simply sink down.

“Hey, Pete.” You smiled, shoving books into your backpack to avoid his gaze.

“Are you okay? You've seemed just, off, lately. Not- not to intrude. I just, I worry- about you.” You looked back up to face him, seeing his genuine expression made you want to hide, to be somewhere else.

“Im okay. I promise.” You tried your best to sound reassuring, but you both knew it wasn't exactly working in your benefit.

“Are- are you sure? Just, you know you can always talk to me. I care about you and I-” You cut off his worried rambling by shoving your hand in front of his face, your pinky finger sticking out.

“Pinky promise.” You said, waiting for him to interlock your fingers and shake on it. You never broke a pinky promise with Peter, it was a friendship rule not to. Technically you were okay though. You were just in love with your best friend since grade school. Nothing major. He hesitated for a minute before interlocking your fingers together The second he did so you immediately regretted your actions. You thought about how easy it would be to interlock your hands fully, holding his. How simple that would be. But before you knew it, he let go and you were stuck with the burnt feeling once more.

“Alright. I’ll see you later? We’re still on for movie night? It’s MJ’s turn to choose a movie so it has to be something really good.” Peter asked, wanting to be reassured of your presence.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Peter.” You assured him, knowing that if you missed movie night you wouldn’t hear the end of it. Plus, MJ did always have great taste in movies.

“Great! I’ll see you later then.” Peter smiled brightly before rushing off. Once you two separated ways, his smile faltered. If you hadn’t interrupted him earlier you would’ve heard him say ‘and i love you’ words that seemed to want to fall off of his tongue more and more often these days. He didn’t know whether or not to be thankful you interrupted him. Whether those words would have changed something between you. But it was too late now.

The time you spent after school before heading to MJ’s was all one big haze. Everything seemed hazy more often. Losing yourself in your daydreams, leaving surroundings to continue outside of your own little world. The only parts of your day you could remember in detail, were the ones where you were with Peter. Peter, Peter, Peter. He never seemed to leave your thought process lately.

Knocking gently against the door frame, you waited outside of MJ’s home.  The door swung open in seconds as the familiar face of one of your close friends, MJ, appeared. She gave you a small smile, stepping aside to let you in. The smell of popcorn filling the space as your entered the room.

“Ned is making popcorn, declaring it’s a movie night necessity. Peter texted saying he’d be a few minutes late.” She said whilst shutting the door behind you.

You hummed a response, kicking off your shoes at the doorway. MJ made her way onto the couch, plopping down onto the cushions. Ned then entered the room with two bowls of popcorn in his hands. He set them on the small coffee table before sitting down and joining MJ.

“Alright, movie, popcorn, now all we need is Parker.” He concluded.

“I’ll text him again-“ MJ announced before a knock was heard at the door. You walked over, opening the door to a heaving Peter.

“Woah, Peter are you- you all good?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder without thinking as he tried to catch his breath. He just nodded his head and swallowed before trying to speak.

“Didn't- I didn’t wanna- hold you guys up.” He panted between breaths. After a moment or two he finally caught his breath and walked inside. When the two of you walked into the living room, you noticed the weird look MJ was giving you. You brushed it off thinking it was typical for MJ.

“I found him.” You joked, sitting down at the edge of the couch, curling your knees to your chest. Peter sat next to you, the light brush of shoulders shooting electricity throughout your entire body. Burning.

“Alright!” Ned exclaimed. “Now that Peters here we can start the movie.” His excitement was contagious as you noticed Peter perk up. MJ started the movie, grabbing one of the bowls to share with Ned. Peter grabbed the other one, placing it in the space between the two of you.

Caught up in the moment of the scene playing on the screen, you subconsciously went to reach for a handful of popcorn. Instead you felt yourself accidentally grab Peters hand. Instantly you retracted your hand, bringing it close to your chest. Peter felt his heart drop, seeing your reaction badly. As if you didn't want to hold his hand. As if touching him burnt you.

“Ill- ill be right back.” You muttered quietly, getting up from your seat and rushing out of the room. You made your way to the bathroom, using it to simply just stand in front of the mirror. Looking at your reflection you thought over every reason that stopped you from confessing. The fear of rejection, the fear of losing Peter. He’d claim everything was fine and normal if you confessed.  You knew it wouldn't be. After spilling your guts, everything would change. And you hated the idea of that. A soft knock then pulled you of your spiraling thoughts.

“Hey, can we talk?” Peters voice was soft and muted from the closed door. You sucked in a breath, bracing yourself for the conversation you were about to have. Opening the door, you noticed how Peter played with his fingers. Shifting his weight from one foot to another. His shoulders rose as he took a deep breath before speaking. “Listen, okay- I just need to get this off of my chest. I know you probably don't feel the same. But I can't just not say this. It's almost slipped out hundreds of times before, so if I don't say it now, it's bound to happen some point soon anyway. Okay-okay, here it does. I like you. No-no I love you. Yeah. I love you. That’s-that’s it.” He let out all in one breath, the rushed words fumbling together, though you still understood what he was saying. It felt unreal. Like your body was being burned alive, but instead of searing pain it was fuzzy. Everything felt fuzzy. Mistaking your silence as a rejection Peter began to ramble once more. “I hope this doesn't ruin anything. I swear i'll move on,-” His rambling instantly stopped when you pressed your lips against his, chastely kissing him.

“Please, don’t move on.” Your voice was breathy but clear and understandable.

“I pinky promise.” He smiled brightly, brighter than you had ever seen before. His smile reminding you why he caused you to burn. You brought your pinky finger up to interlock with his, thinking over how just earlier this morning you longed at the thought of holding his hand. And now, you had permission to. So you did. Instead of letting go, you simply held his hand.

[pigletsbigmovie]

endgame spoilers i watched it a couple weeks ago here are my complaints lol

nebula and gamora...... were done so dirty lmao....... i am not surprised, i knew this was gonna happen but still.

i mean i really liked nebula in endgame! i love seeing how far she’s come since gotg! she played a larger role in this film than i was expecting and that was nice!

i just disliked the fact that she ends up killing her past self?? it’s such an example of the problem with these big ensemble films... other characters’ arcs take precedence over other characters and so like while killing her past self makes sense for the overall narrative... it doesnt make sense for nebula’s character arc....

or like how since this the last film in which we’ll be seeing all original avengers together, of course it’s them that are prioritized over other characters which means Of Course it’s tony that ultimately defeats thanos even tho really it makes more sense for thanos to be defeated by nebula and gamora and that would’ve been a rly big development in their arcs but guess not! i guess! no can do!

they tried to make the tony vs thanos conflict this Big Dramatic Thing but in reality it is sooooo impersonal....... which makes the conflict and the resolution of that conflict just not very interesting to me...

like imagine if the gotg films were it’s own franchise. no other marvel movies exist, it’s not connected to anything else, it is it’s own thing. then that would mean the gotg franchise has thanos for itself and those films would be leading up to the defeat of thanos which can be fulfilled by nebula and gamora because theyre protagonists of these films. imagine how satisfying that wouldve been!! like gotg has always focused on themes of family! that franchise ending with nebula and gamora defeating their abusive adoptive father with the help of their new found family wouldve been so emotionally impactful and satisfying!

but nnnoooo instead we get tony vs thanos. they don’t even know each other. they’re just that one guy that got in the way of their desires. just an obstacle. that connection is not deep enough to be interesting

ok i went off on a tangent there but back to nebula killing her past self.... Why. we know that given time, the nebula that we see can change for the better! we know bc we see that nebula right there! our nebula! but nooope instead of getting a powerful scene about nebula literally staring her trauma right in the face and how she feels about that now that she’s grown so much...... she just kills her? i mean she tries to appeal to her? but this past nebula isnt given the time she needs to grow! she’s just killed off with 0 compassion......... and it’s such... a sad and unsatisfying development... like there’s a difference between “letting the past die” and killing your past traumatized self.... like if her past self deserves to die and isnt worthy of compassion then that just goes against our nebula’s entire existence? she is the person she is in the present bc she was shown compassion and was allowed to grow! why is this nebula not deserving of that? it’s literally just bc it’s inconvenient to everyone else... thats awful.

then there’s gamora...... like she finds out about this future in which thanos succeeds in his plan and........... she fucking WAITS???? SHE WAITS TO STOP HIM??? IM SORRY BUT WHHHAAAAT THE FUCK??????

like!!! this is literally around the time in our timeline when gamora enacts her plan to ditch thanos and steal the power stone for herself as soon as she finds out that he’s found it’s location in order to stop it from getting into his hands. you’re telling me that gamora waits A LONG SIGNIFICANT AMOUNT OF TIME after thanos gets all the information he needs to get not just the power stone but ALL THE OTHER INFINITY STONES before attempting to stop him?? YOURE ASKING ME TO BELIEVE THAT?? THAT SHE WOULDNT IMMEDIATELY OR AT LEAST AS SOON AS POSSIBLE TRY TO STOP HIM?

like if i remember correctly, by the time she teams up with future nebula to try to stop thanos, he’s already made significant progress in formulating/enacting his plan to get all the infinity stones..... like she doesnt try to sabotage/steal the information re:time travel in order to keep thanos away from the stones??? it doesnt make sense. it does not make sense that she would wait i cant get over it what the fuck alsooo...... while im glad that gamora isn’t just Dead now and that there’s an alive gamora out and about.... it Upsets me deeply that this isnt our gamora lmao. and this isnt just me being unnecessarily sentimental. it just sucks storytelling wise. gamora underwent so much development from the 1st gotg up to infinity war...... and now all of that is all Gone bc new gamora didn’t experience ANY of that! like saying her development was retconned maybe isn’t exactly true bc all of that development still happened and is Canon but... it’s basically all irrelevant now bc! again! this gamora didnt go through any of it! when peter and gamora reunite in infinity war and peter is emotional and gamora is like What the Fuck? like ha ha yeah funny but...... peter and gamora are very important to each other. theyve been through a lot together. whether or not you like their romance is whatever but them telling each other “i love you” in infinity war was such a HUGH DEAL considering everything they went through as individuals..... and now that development is Gone. and it sucks.

rly i felt all the female characters in endgame got the short end of the stick in this movie :/ like sure theres that One Group Shot... and sure it made whiny men cry so that’s great... it’s cool but like it felt so shallow to me! the bare minimum! very few of the women in that scene actually significantly contributed to the plot of endgame.... like it’s So Easy to put all these women in one shot but it’s a whole other thing entirely to give those women actual Roles in the plot. they even fridged another women in the Literal Exact Same Way they did in infinity war! the exact same way! like the 1st time they did it was unnecessary and unjustifiable to me and then they really went and did it again exactly the same! ALRIGHT! COOL I GUESS!

also captain marvel was so hyped up as being the Key to defeating thanos but the film comes out and i dont think she’s even in it for like 5 minutes total screentime. i mean i wont lie. seeing her fight thanos no problem was really really cool and i loved it but then it lasted what? 10 seconds? 

idk it’s just. rly rly easy to give superficial nods to the strength of these women and while, yes, it bothers whiny man babies and isnt harmful... it’s still superficial <:/ like these are just tiny itty bitty baby steps. it’s 2019 please allow female characters to play larger more significant roles in stories..... alluding to their strength is not the same thing as that. hire female writers.

overall i didnt have a Bad Time watching this movie? i actually laughed plenty. all the scenes with scott are wonderful. but overall the movie was just... fine... and left me feeling empty and indifferent like a lot of other mcu films leave me feeling <:) despite it’s faults i enjoyed iw a lot better and so endgame felt anticlimactic to me which is yknow. bad. considering it’s supposed to be a big finale.

sorry to be a big ol No Fun Allowed boy but i mean. the thing that i find so attractive about these films is Character! like ive only rly enjoyed a handful of mcu films but the reason i keep coming to watch the new ones is bc the idea of these characters is so attractive to me! this expansive superhero universe gives a big opportunity to explore a whole bunch of different characters and a whole bunch of different character dynamics. and while for the most part the mcu is good at producing distinct, conceptually interesting characters.... theyre generally not very good at utilizing them and building them up... which is why they leave me feeling empty

[whatiwritesometimes]

Mate.

This is Sterek (Stiles/Derek)

The first time it happened Derek told himself that Stiles wouldn't notice. They had been researching at Stiles' house during lunch every day for two months now, just catching up on all the supernatural beings they didn't know about, or haven't seen yet. Since they were in Stiles' room he always had clothes scattered around, and today was no different. Derek waited until Stiles went down stairs to get a soda when his wolf decided to do something crazy, he grabbed one of Stiles' shirts then left. He didn't quite understand why he did it, but he didn't turn around, instead he went back to the loft and straight to his room. Sure he knew he had been feeling weird lately around Stiles, and his wolf had been right under the surface when he is alone with him, but that doesnt explain stealing his shirt. Back in his room he throws the shirt on the bed, realizes his mistake and instead puts it in the closet on the floor, he leaves the room and decides to not think about it. Later when he forces himself off the couch and to actually go sleep, he makes it back to his bed and can't help but roll into the spot that Stiles' shirt had touched. It smells just like him and it makes Derek want to get the shirt back out, but he refrains, that's too much too soon.

The next time it happens Derek is conscious of it. This time he doesnt even wait for Stiles to leave the room, instead waiting for him to be distracted by something in a book, and slips out the window with one of Stiles' worn out flannel shirts. The smell on this one is way stronger than the other shirt and Derek decides to leave this one under his pillow instead of the closet. He sleeps with it every night, and it takes all his strength to not rub it all over his body, to bathe in the scent of Stiles.

The third time it happens it's pack night at the loft and Stiles leaves his hoodie on the couch when he goes home. Erica, Isaac, and Boyd are still hanging around and Derek has to force his wolf to stay calm and not run to his room with the clothing. He apparently isn't doing a good job because Erica makes a comment on his claws, "You know for someone who taught us control you seem to be having a problem there, Alpha." She laughs.

"I'm fine." Derek says in a huff and his claws retract almost instantly. "Weren't you guys headed home?"

"Yeah, Boyd's dropping me off at Scott's, then him and Erica are going back to their place." Isaac comments, looking at Derek strangely. He receives a nod in response, but the Alpha doesnt think he has the strength to respond.

As they get up to leave Derek starts towards the couch when Erica spots Stiles' hoodie, she makes a move to grab it, but stops when the alpha let's out a low growl. She raises an eyebrow at him, but decides to leave instead of confronting him. The second he hears the car engine leave the driveway he has the hoodie pressed to his face and can't hold back the whine in the back of his throat. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" He whispers to himself.

"You're wolf has found a mate, my dear nephew." Derek is already turned around, with his claws digging into Peter's neck before he can say anything else.

"When did you get here?" He asks through his fangs, letting go of his uncle and pushing him away.

"I've been here since your little pack meeting started, I was going to come say hello, but sneaking up on you seemed more my style." Peter responds. "Now as for your little problem, I would say your wolf is quite gone on the kid if you are hiding his clothes in your room, and rubbing his scent all over yourself."

"How do you know about the clothes?" Derek all but growls, as he moves towards the stairs.

"Your puppies still have a lot to learn about scents, but I am no fool. You reek of him and I don't have to be in your room, I can smell the clothes from outside." Peter says with a laugh as he heads to the kitchen, leaving Derek alone to run back to his room.

Peter's comments stick with Derek long after the encounter, he decides to stay away from Stiles' house for a while, but realistically he only makes it about a week.

Stiles texts him about another threat that has been terrorizing a family a few towns over, and his resolve melts, he heads to Stiles' house right away. They aren't in the bedroom this time, as Stiles was already down stairs digging in his father's paperwork when Derek showed up. "Okay, so I haven't called Scott yet, but my dad just got called out to the station to talk to the other towns Sherriff, and I knew we had to make it fast..." Stiles keeps talking, but Derek has already zoned out. He is frozen to the spot because all Stiles has on is sweatpants and his red jacket, no shirt, and it's really taking a toll on the Alpha.

Before he can even think he is behind Stiles, pressed almost to his back, taking in big breaths of the others smell. He feels his control slip just enough that he has to stop himself from running his nose along the others neck. "Mate." He whispers to himself, drowning in the scent of the other.

"So, I was right?" Stiles asks aloud before leaning back against the wolf. "You like the way I smell, Sourwolf?"

Derek snaps out of the trance and moves back against the kitchen wall quickly, "You knew?" He grunts, but wont look up from the ground.

"Of course I knew. You stole my favorite shirts, and then Erica told me about what happened with my hoodie, I put two and two together. You know you could've just asked me for my clothes." Derek didnt realize how close Stiles had gotten until hes already looking into amber brown eyes.

"You would've let me have them?" He asks, pressing his claws into his palms. Being so close to Stiles after realizing exactly how he feels is a lot for his wolf, all he wants is to press against him again.

Stiles brings his hand up to Dereks face, moves it around to the back of the wolf's neck and squeezes softly, scent marking him. "Please don't tell me I have the wrong idea, because I really want to kiss you right now." He leans closer, his lips almost touching Dereks. "I want to smell like you too." He whispers before he connects their mouths.

Derek loses all control then, and flips their positions, using his strength to hold the other in place so he can rub himself all over his mate.

Also going to post on Ao3