#the look to Parker to see not only if she was emotionally okay

[independent-fics]

Tell me why after “The White Rabbit Job” and Sophie asks Parker “Are we good” and Parker looks at Eliot? With Hardison’s hand on her back too but the three of them standing opposite Nate and Sophie just gets me every time. The check ins with each other already showing how much of a unit they are as Nate and Sophie are preparing to move on.

[extracurious]

Reminiscence

Still Drunken on the memories of the summer of 2023.I watched the movie almost 50 times till now but truly fatigue didn't grip me. The theatre experience was outstanding. I went there with very little expectation, of course a sequel rarely matches it's predecessor.The intro of ATSV made me think that it was not the case of waste of money or time . I got what I wished for since the trailer release.Terrific voice acting done by Shameik Moore , Hailee Steinfeld, Oscar Issac, Issa Rae, Daniel kaluuya, Karan Soni and others.

Peter B Parker and Miles carried the first movie with their most relatable energy.In second movie it was good to see Peter as a happy dad. Still he needed to be more cautious while handling Mayday amidst the multiverse madness even though she had spider powers .

Miles transformation was absolutely stunning one. He had grown, became emotionally intelligent yet he was not a pro. Still working for upgrading himself and continued learning. And we all had agreed that he always listened to his heart.

And coming to Gwen she was definitely "not okay" in ATSV ,especially not in a great position to handle her feelings. She doubted whether she had any importance or simply her existence was fragile.While Miles was always there to praise her innocence,wisdom,grace,skills and her self esteem.

I already had a notion of how their friendship was going to evolve into a much more beautiful bonding they could crave for. And yes Sony finally did it ,which was doomed for years. Congratulations to Hailee Steinfeld for brilliantly portraying Gwen Stacy and winning the Astra Awards and other accolades for her role.

Their interactions in ITSV had always a flirty tone in it which was subtly noticeable until Miles comeback in final battle. At that time there was a sudden realisation that the moments Gwen had longed for specially sharing with Miles, was going to end soon as the portal for her travelling back home had finally opened.

I was hoping to get atleast the full convo of the bus ride that had been pending since ITSV and how they managed to get the selfie. Well BTSV must provide that to us. Their moments together need to cherished everytime.

Hobie and Pavitr's friendship had been an exception. They were always jolly and supportive .

Expecting more screentime for all the members of the band in next movie. We all missed them a lot.

And this trio would be having a long talk before reconciliation. They would need to fix and thereby heal each other from the wounds suffered due to the betrayal.

Miguel had a hard time after loss of his daughter.His established theories could not be entirely wrong but his ideologies regarding cannon events should be studied and explained with more precision. He had been unaware of the actual policies of multiversal working. Cause he only depended on what "the model says- Lyla".Hoping the writers would be able to properly add the details and justify the incidents in BTSV along with the reason why Gwen glitched so less than other spideys in ITSV.

The creation of a joke villain,who being later considered as a multiversal threat,Spot's arc was indeed incredibly done by the writers. Eagerly looking forward as to how Spot can manipulate space and time and find the answers about his holes.

On other hand Miles 42- He gave a feeling of hardened, unshakeablly confident but sad at same time. Kind of aggressively caring person.

Lastly the music played a crucial role in uplifting the cinematic experience. Uniquely blending with all the characters. The ost and music tracks had been top notch, where "The falling apart " and "calling" became my favourite.A big thanks to Daniel Pemberton and Metro Boomin for making this a masterpiece.

This movie had no business going that hard.And I knew this obsession would have no end. 🥺

-extracurious

[aluveras]

The avengers quest

Peter Parker x Fem!reader

Also she is a Stark.

A/N: This took very long for no reason other then that i couldn't finish it for the life of me. I tried my best to write the characters as i think they'd be but i feel eeryone writes them diffrently so...

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Mentions of sex, established relationship, Peter being an anxious cute guy, protective Tony (i am a sucker for fics with protective dad Tony), One daddy joke (once again a sucker for a daddy kink but it's only mentioned once) and i think that's about it

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You and Peter have always felt something for each other.                                                                                You first met when your dad said he wanted introduce to his teenage intern, which you were surprised by. He never interacted much with teenagers besides his daughter.

When you first saw each other you both felt something through your entire body. The feeling couldn’t exactly be described but it was sort of like a need to get closer to each other both physically and emotionally.

After you two met you would sometimes see him in the lab and after a while just started to hang out and watch movies or play videogames. Though you thought you both felt something Peter hadn’t made any move, so you decided that he probably didn’t like you.

That was until you told him you were going on a date with a guy and in a fit of jealousy he told you how he felt.

After that you two decided that you would try dating but keep it a secret for now so it doesn’t change anything at the compound.

For now things were going well. Your father hasn’t found out anything yet and  you hadn’t got the idea that any of the avengers knew (Natasha and Wanda excluded cause their THE besties).

You were watching a movie in the afternoon when you heard a knock at the door.                                        As you opened the door there stood Peter leaning on the side of the doors frame turning to you with a smirk.

‘’Hey baby, did you order a big pizza with some sexy spider toppings?’’

You broke out laughing/cringing while he was happy he made you laugh.

‘’No, I ordered a akward boy who can stop a bus with his bare hand, but can’t take my bra off without me having to turn around.’’

‘’That’s easy for u to say, you wear one every day I have no experience.’’

‘’No that was very clear.’’

As you both walked over to your bed you guys got into a cuddling position. Legs tangled, your head on his chest and his arms around you. It started it off with a kiss on your head which let to a kiss, which let to a make out session. As you straddled his lap he started to take off your bra.

‘’Hey! You did it!’’

‘’Thank you, thank you. I’d like to thank my aunt and Mister Stark and-‘’

‘’You’re really talking about my dad, while we’re doing this?’’

Peter smiled apologetically ‘’sorry..’’ he mumbled

‘’It’s okay, only because you’re so cute.’’

As you continued the door suddenly flew open.

Both you and Peter looked to the door in horror.

‘’Pocket sized stark and Spiderling?!’’

‘’Pointbreak?!’’ ‘’Thor?!’’ both you and peter were scream whispering.

It was silent for a few seconds.

‘’So, I’m just gonna go.’’

Thor turned around and just left without closing the door.

After a few seconds of you staring at the door Peter started kissing you neck again.

‘’Peter….’’ You whispered.

‘’Hm.’’ He hummd.

‘’Are you for real right now?’’

‘’What? I just wanna kiss you so bad.’’ He whined and putt your bra on right.

‘’Thor’s gonna tell everyone!’’ You said as you got off peters lap.

‘’There’s nothing you can do about it now. It’s a Friday so he’ll go to a bar and drink                            and fall asleep on his bed absolutely drunk and won’t tell anyone.’’’

‘’The best you can do now is kiss me because I’ll die if I don’t get to kiss you more.’’ Peter said with a bit of a desperate voice

‘’Fine, but if he tells someone drunk, he can also tell everyone we’ve broken up.’’

‘’Then he can also tell everyone I passed away because I can’t live without you.’’

You started to fight off the smile that just wouldn’t go away.

‘’You’re so cheesy.’’

You straddled his lap again and took off your top and bra.

‘’Hey, I was finally starting to get the hang of it.’’

‘’Yeah, yeah just take off your clothes and fuck me already.’’

‘’Yes ma’am.’’

As you went to get breakfast the next morning (Barely being able to walk).                                            You see Thor standing in the kitchen trying to figure out how the microwave works.

He saw you and his face looked like you’ve saved his life

‘’Hey pocket sized Stark, do you know how this weird thing works?’’ You had to hold in your laugh as you said.

‘’Hey pointbreak, yeah I’ll help you IF you do something for me in return.’’

‘’Of course milady, what is it?’’

‘’Well you remember when you walked in on me and Peter-‘’

‘’’Having sex? Yeah of course! But don’t worry its totally a normal thing and luckly I know Peter doesn’t have a small-‘’

‘’NO that’s not what I meant! I just need you to not tell anyone about us.’’

‘’Uhm.sure but you might wanna talk to Sam aswell about it.’’

‘’WHAT?!’’ You groaned. You knew you shouldn’t have listened to Peter and just immediately have followed Thor. You showed Thor how the microwave works and he thanked as you quickly started sprinting away to find Sam.

You spend some 5 minutes running around the compound to find him                                                 infront of the tv with bucky. Sam layed full wide across the couch with Bucky standing next to the couch with his hands in his pockets. As they saw you Sam started screaming ‘’Peter! Peter! Yes!’’

‘’Yes?’’ Peter asked as he walked in. Seeing you stand there he immediately knew why they said that and started blushing from embarrassment.

You rolled your eyes and said.

‘’Ha ha very funny. Now I need you guys to not tell anyone before my father finds out.’’

‘’You might wanna talk to Steve then…’’

You groaned annoyed and started to search for Steve with Peter running close behind you.

‘’Did you talk to thor?’’

‘’Yes and he told Sam, and Sam told Bucky and Steve. So now I have to talk to Steve’’

‘’We, I’ll go with you.’’

‘’Alright, just don’t slow me down.’’

‘’Yes ma’am.’’

After a while you found him in the gym working out. Probably breaking another gym equipmrnt.                                                  You stopped and stared for a bit at his muscles.

‘’Wow make it more obvious you want him more then me.’’

‘’Alright calm down, you are the reason I cant walk properly and also like you don’t stare at Natasha.’’

‘’THAT WAS ONE TIME! I stare at you constantly you can ask that to her!’’

‘’It’s fine, she would eat you anyway if you hurt me or try to flirt with her.’’

‘’Ha ha.’’

‘’I’m not joking.’’

‘’Don’t you have to talk to Steve?’’

‘’We right?’’ Peter rolled his eyes which you chose to ignore.

You walked in and Steve immediately said.

‘’I know you’re here to talk about me not telling anyone about you two.’’

‘’How?’’ both you and Peter said.

‘’Sam texted me and saying and I quote ‘The love-insects are on the move’.’’

‘’PLEASE tell me you didn’t tell anyone.’’

‘’Only Natasha’’

‘’Oh great, she already knew’’ you sighed in relief. Peter immediately whipped his head towards you

‘’Wait you told her?!’’ Peter asked.

‘’Yeah well she knows about everything, also Wanda knows by the way.’’

‘’Of course..’’

Suddenly Steve interrupted you two.

‘’Oh and I also told Bruce!’’

Just as he said that FRIDAY started speaking out of your phone.

‘’Mr. Stark requests you and Peter appearance in the lab.’’

‘’Why don’t I just go jump out of a window?’’ Peter asked

‘’No, I can handle my father’’ You said.

‘’I can’t.’’

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You both walked into the lab. You walked in confidently you were ready to defend you and Peter’s relationship. Peter however was shaking. He held your hand in a death grip as you walked in.�� Afraid it might the last time he gets to.

As you walked in your father was leaning on a desk with a disapproving look on his face.

You felt Peter get more anxious the closer you got.                                                                                           As reassurance you gently squeezed his hand and you felt him get just a little less tense.

Tony looked at your collided hands and start shaking his head.

‘’So, it’s true.’’

As Peter wished Nat would come in and eat him already, you knew that as cringy as it                    is, your father just wants what’s best for you. You let go of Peter’s hand                                            and he took that as a sign to step back a bit and  leave you two to talk.

‘’So, I putt a roof above your head and you decide to repay me back be lying to                                     me for about how long?’’

‘’I’m so sor-‘’ Your dad cut you off dramatically with a hand infront of your mouth.

‘’How. Long.’’

‘’6 months.’’ He once again dramatically sighed and called Peter forward.                                                Your boyfriend looked like he was about to shoot webs out of his butt as he slowly shuffled   forwards.

‘’So, I give you your superhero dream and YOU repay me by sleeping with my daughter.’’ 

‘’Excuse me Sir, but you know its not just about sex.’’

‘’Alright well, you didn’t have to confirm what we do.’’

Peter ignored what you said as he looked at you and smiled

‘’She’s my everything. Whether I’m angry, sad, happy or confused about what I’m feeling, when I look at her. I feel my chest glowing, like it’s going to explode. I can’t fight off the smile that grows on my lips when I see her laugh. And yes I do have a physical attraction but even then I’m trying to be focused on her needs the most. It feels like everything I do is for her and in return I get that glowing feeling and strong smile.’’’

‘’Can you get more cheesy?’’ Tony said with an eye roll.

‘’Just because you can’t be romantic doesn’t mean its cringe.’’ You said

‘’Oh please, you believe that? I mean I love the kid but I saw in his google search ‘’Y/n Stark hot pictures’’ I will never get over that.’’ You giggled a little.

‘’What I said was true and Sir I would love your blessing to date your daughter.’’

‘’You don’t need his blessing to date me, I love him but it’s my love life.’’ You said reassuring him

‘’I know my love, but let me at least try to kiss your dad’s ass.’’

It wasn’t quiet for long with you trying to hold in your laugh, your father trying not to send Peter to an early grave and Peter saying as quickly as possible.

‘’Heard it as soon as I said it , just leave it alone.’’

‘’Let’s leave this all alone and have you two stop whatever you’re doing.’’

‘’Sir, you know there is no other guy that can treat and protect your daughter better then me.’’

‘’Alright, one dinner. Where in you will show me how you will treat my daughter perfectly AND if I then give you my blessing I will not HEAR or SEE any things past a little kiss.’’

‘’Sir yes sir!’’ Peter said very happily since he can now finally show off his girlfriend to the people that matter to him.

You yourself felt very happy. You and your father actually have a great relationship and because of that he’s very protective of you. You felt bad having to lie about something important in your life or more someone.

‘’Thank you so much daddy!’’ You said as you hugged

‘’What are you thanking me for?” Peter said

‘’Forget the dinner. I would rather say captain popsicle is a mediocre man then ever see you two again in the same room. Breathing the same air.’’

[heartsandmuses]

weekly lineup

for @stonyauniverse january week 3 // "nice try, canon"

for @warmandfluffybingocards // square: "free space"

marvel cinematic universe. tony stark/steve rogers. rated g. 1k.

canon-divergent au where steve and tony are still alive to lead the next generation of avengers.

— — —

Tony’s favorite thing about spending Sunday mornings in the Compound was watching Steve post the weekly team lineup.

“Alright, no pushing and shoving, this’ll be up here all week. You can take a look at it whenever you need to, okay?” Steve reminded everybody, though his gaze drifted pointedly toward the kids—the newer recruits—who were practically bouncing in their seats out of pure excitement. Slowly, Steve grabbed a Mjlonir-shaped magnet and stuck the roster in its usual spot on the fridge, backing a few steps away before he said, “Okay, it’s up! Go ahead, everyone. And remember — if your name’s at the top, you’re on-call this week, if you’re at the bottom, you’re on the reserve team, and if you’re not up there at all, you’ve got the week off.”

The words were like a starting shot, and despite Steve’s warning to take things slow, Peter, Kamala, and Kate all made a mad dash towards the list. Honestly, Tony was surprised none of them had knocked over any of the kitchen stools in their haste, though it seemed like Peter nearly tripped over himself on the way, his spidey-senses catching him just in time.

Steve looked over at Tony as if to say, can you believe this? even though he’d witnessed this exact scene play out countless times before. Tony just smiled behind his mug of coffee and offered a fond shake of his head to reply, I know.

It was a good system they had going on. Now that the rotating lineup of Avengers was growing every day, only about half the team needed to be on-call anymore, barring an actual end-of-the-universe level threat. And with so many newer, younger team members coming in, it only made sense to pair each of them up with a more experienced, more seasoned pro to learn the ropes. They trained together, they went on missions together, they learned from each other, and the next week, the newbies were partnered with someone else to repeat the process. It allowed them to hone different skills with different mentors, and see which personalities and powers meshed well together. 

It was certainly working out well so far, Tony had to admit. The newer Avengers were already starting to show a ton of improvement from all of the practice and mentorship, and the older ones benefited immensely from the occasional time off. Even if all the gods and super-soldiers around here weren’t slowed down by age, they still could use the rest — missions could be just as emotionally and mentally draining as they were physically, sometimes even more so.

In any case, it sure made things a lot easier than being on-call—and on edge—24/7. Besides, there was something to be said about having a general work-life balance, something that Tony wouldn’t have even dreamed of back in the early days. Now, he was finding that it wasn’t so bad, taking some time for himself. For the people he cared about.

He exchanged another glance with his co-captain.

“Come on, move over, I wanna see!” Kamala said, stuck peering over Peter and Kate’s shoulders, the shortest of the three of them.

“Aha! I got Natasha!” Kate said, finally moving out of Kamala’s way to give Nat a high-five.

“I’m with Thor!” Kamala announced, once she found her name on the roster. “Oh, this is gonna be so cool!”

"I've got Captain Rogers!" Peter glanced at Tony with a bright grin. “And— did you see, Mr. Stark? You're not up here this week!”

“I did see, Mr. Parker,” Tony replied with a laugh. “I made that list, y’know. Well, helped make it. If I had it entirely my way, Steve and I would both be getting the week off.”

His pointed look was met with a fond eye-roll, as Steve settled into the seat next to him. “We will, soon enough,” he promised, giving Tony a gentle pat on the arm in consolation. “Once we know that the trainees can handle themselves without us.”

“Hey, c’mon, give us some credit,” Kate scoffed. “We’ve been doing great so far!”

“She’s got a point there, Cap,” Natasha chimed in. “It won’t be the end of the world if you and Tony take a vacation. And if it is, we’ll call you back in.“

“Yeah, we’ve got things covered,” Kamala said confidently.

But before anyone else could offer up their two cents on the matter, the alarm went off overhead. Over the speakers, Maria Hill announced, “We’ve found a hidden HYDRA base operating out of the Catskills. All on-call team members and trainees report to the Quinjet immediately.”

Steve stood back up, just as the rest of the team turned their attention to him, waiting for orders. “Alright, Avengers, if you wanna prove something, now’s the time. Let’s give it our best out there,” he said, gaze softening as he looked over the newer recruits, then his husband. “And depending on how it goes, we can reconsider next week’s roster.”

Tony’s expression brightened, and he couldn’t help but lean in for a brief kiss, ignoring all of the feigned gagging from the rest of the team. When he pulled back, it was with a dazzling, determined smile. “Well, you heard him, everyone — suit up and head out! It’s time to kick some ass!”

Steve gave Tony a nudge. “You wanna do the honors?”

“Oh, no, you’ve got it, sweetheart. It’s your week, anyway.”

The anticipation in the room was nearly palpable as Steve cleared his throat. “Avengers, assemble!” he called, and everybody moved at once, rushing to get ready.

As always, the kids were the first ones out the door. 

[ctrsara]

Okay, this is technically a reblog, but since I'm going to (very personally) disagree with a lot of these, I thought it was kind of rude to actually reblog... Everyone is so welcome to their opinion about what they'd like to see coming up!

Things i demand wish to see from MCU Spiderman moving forward:

—Mature and confident Peter who is able to take charge of any situation as an experienced hero

Yes, except no. He's still 17 at the end of NWH. Yes, he's way overpowered and has been through a ton of crap and lost so much, but he's still a kid. An adolescent. An immature human. If he's 25? Sure. I'm all over confident, adult Peter. But if it's right after, and he's like 18/19? Still a kid, and he needs support and mentoring. Even if he's 25, he needs support.

—Spiderman swinging all over NY🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸

Yes, please. New York is his place. I want to see him in New York, but I’d also like to see the citizens of New York step up for him. There was so much heart in Spider-Man 2 when the New Yorkers protected and helped Peter. 

—Fun and complex fight scenes!!!!!!! Peter webbing ppl up during fights, hand to hand combat, using the environment for attacks.

Yeah, this is always great! This is what we’re here for! (Well, that and all the fun relationships the MCU has tried really hard to just delete, but…)

—Step UP the cinematography. Give MCU SM his own distinct visual style like Raimi and Webb did b4

Eh, I don’t have a strong opinion on this. I thought the cinematography in NWH was good. But that’s also not the main thing I’m here for.

—Spiderman helping ppl with small things. Interacting with them and really showing why the ppl of NY love him

See above. Yes, more of this. :)

—Peter working for JJJ? (PLEASE I NEED IT)

I don’t care about this either, but it could be good. I’m just not excited to see one more person treat Peter Parker like trash after all he’s been through, which is my hesitation. (But I get the appeal)

—Peter actually struggle after the events of NWH (emotionally/financially)

I’m good, thanks! Peter has already struggled a LOT and I only want to see this if there is some resolution/help with those things. I’m not here for Hurt/No Comfort, guys.

—Peter trying to form new relationships after MJ and Ned

Maybe. But I’d like him to rediscover his relationship with them more. New relationships, while interesting, cannot replace people who have known and loved you for years. They just can’t.

—Spiderman trash talking his villains

Of course! One of my favorite things is the fun little mini film on Far From Home when he’s taking down the Manfredi family. Is that who they were? I don't feel like looking it up right now.

—🖤BLACK CAT🖤

I mean, sure? I don’t really care about her, but I believe I could be convinced to care about here, if we get to see her human side, and if she shows she has good reasons for whatever she’s doing. I mean, I even cared about Adrian Toomes. Sure, he was a bit of a psychopath, but he was doing it because he loved his family and wanted to provide for them.

—DO NOT CHANGE THE SUIT!!!!!!!!!!! The one he got at the end of NWH is literally perfect. DO NOT CHANGE IT!!!

Buzzer sound. Nope. The thought of him swinging around in that (admittedly cool, very proud of his ingenuity) spandex suit, with even less protection than his original get-up gives me chills, and I want some kind of tech suit back pronto.

—More grounded stories. I love a good cosmic/multiverse story but SM is better when he's on the ground dealing relatively normal shit, petty crime, gangs, evil scientists etc

YES. I want to see the Avengers in “our” world. The space stuff just never hits the same. Or the inner space stuff. (Looking at you, Quantumania. While I enjoyed-ish the movie, my favorite part was at the beginning where Scott was just walking around being kind of normal…) And Spider-man belongs in New York.

—Daredevil team up (spiderman 4?👀)

Yeah, I’d watch that. 

—DEADPOOL DEADPOOL DEADPOOL DEADPOOL DEADPOOL

I’m just not a fan! Especially if it would drive the content-meter up to R-ratings and whatnot.

—An entire movie dedicated to the Venom storyline

Mmm. See, I think this wouldn’t hit the same. The MCU has deleted all the people from Peter’s life who would even care if this happened to him, so it’s not going to have as much impact. They’d have to fix that before I’d care.

What I'd like to see? Really?

There are all sorts of stories that would be interesting, but I don't want a brand new "reset" Spider-man. I want to see him dealing with what happened in NWH, but finding ways to make it better, build a new team, get the support he needs and deserves while they fight against some bigger issue. Kingpin would be just fine.

I'd love to see Peter joining up with Kate, Yelena, Cassie, and Kamala. I'd love to see Bucky and Sam, or Clint (and Clint's kids!!!) becoming part of his life and helping continue to mentor him. Captain Marvel, Rhodey, ANYONE. Help this hero out while he finds his footing again after so much loss and trauma.

Happy and Pepper. Morgan. Anyone, seriously. And I'd love to see Peter get some counseling that is actually helpful.

You know, all the basic stuff that a 40-year-old mom wants to see happen to the souped up teenager who's lost everyone.

[graceful-starker]

You’re More Than Just a One Night Stand (Redo)

OG Prompt: Uhmm I dont know if this might make u uncomfortable, but I was thinking about a married!Tony cheating Pepper with Peter (he loves her but they are not in a good moment), and Peter accidentally (or not) leaves a hickey maybe too visible

Summary: Tony Stark and Pepper Potts have the most famous on again-off again relationship in the world. Peter Parker sees his opportunity and takes it. 

Warnings: Cheating, unhealthy relationships, emotional manipulation, angst with a (starker) happy ending, alcohol mention, angst.

Notes: This is part of my New Years’ Resolution project (Guess what my New Years resolution is next year? To finish this list :P ) Anyway, people really liked this one, but thought that it would be better if I redid it now, because of how much my writing has improved over the years. 

Word count: 7,714

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Tony groans as he’s shaken awake, feeling the ache in his back before he even opens his eyes. Falling asleep at his desk is no longer a manageable task for his body, it would seem. 

He stretches and blinks slowly, wincing at the fluorescent lights. “Oh, god,” Tony groans again, turning to look at who woke him up. “Hey, kid,” he sleepily greets Peter. 

Peter smiles sadly at him. “You fell asleep in the lab again, Mr. Stark,” he states. And if the worry in Peter’s eyes didn’t look so real, so much like he actually cared, Tony might have snarked him for stating the obvious.

Instead, he just gives what he hopes is a reassuring smile and straightens up. “Pep kicked me out again,” he explains. He stands and starts to shuffle towards the coffee maker he keeps in the lab. “We’re broken up. Again. I give it twenty-four hours, honestly, this was a stupid reason to get mad at me, all things considered.” He was rambling, and he knew it. He always tries to keep his problems away from Peter, to not worry the younger man. He has a feeling he’s embarrassingly bad at it. 

He’s surprised when he turns around and sees Peter right behind him, brows furrowed with a mix of worry and something Tony couldn’t quite decode in this context. Tony almost spills his coffee over Peter, but manages to steady the cup with a gasp. “Kid? What the hell-”

“This isn’t healthy,” Peter says softly. “She can’t keep doing this to you.”

Tony shrugs and looks just over Peter’s left shoulder, taking a sip before responding. “She puts up with my bullshit, I sleep in the lab sometimes. It isn’t as bad as it looks.”

“She’s hurting you,” Peter says, hesitating before touching Tony’s arm gently. “Not just emotionally, either. Your back hurts for days after you sleep at your desk.” The fact that the kid even knows that means Tony is as terrible at hiding his problems as he thought he was. 

Tony shrugs again, but doesn’t move away from the comfort the boy is providing. “It’s real sweet of you to worry, Pete, but I’m really okay. ‘sides, she’s the only one that’s been willing to put up with me for more than a night,” he tries to turn the mood lighter, teasing himself so Peter will smile. 

Instead, the worry is replaced with a mixture of anger and...and that emotion Tony can’t make sense of. “That isn’t true, Mr. Stark. I would--I know tons of people who would kill for a chance to be yours. And she’s taking advantage of it...she’s taking it for granted, acting as if you’ll always be there to take her back.”

Tony works his jaw. Emotions aren’t his strong suit, and being vulnerable is his worst nightmare. “Well, I will. I love her. There’s no one else.”

Peter swallows thickly, eyes flickering between Tony’s. “What if there was someone else?” Peter whispers. 

Tony shakes her head. “There isn’t. No one else would put up with me, so it’s fine if she hurts my feelings every once and a-”

“I wouldn’t ever hurt you, if you were mine,” Peter says boldly, staring deeply into Tony’s eyes. Ah, that’s what that emotion was. “I wouldn’t ever give you up, even for one day. I wouldn’t ever make you feel anything less than my god damn sun, my universe.”

Tony’s mouth drops open, lips slightly parted as he takes in the words. He puts his coffee mug down, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks Peter over. “But I’m not yours, I’m hers.” He doesn’t want to hurt Peter, but it’s the truth. He and Pepper both know a break up is only temporary. 

A flicker of hurt at the dismissal, but the kid is quick to regain his footing. “Not right now,” Peter whispers, stepping closer, getting bolder. “You’re single right now. You don’t have to take her back, when she calls for you. You’re single.”

“Not for long,” Tony protests weakly. 

“You’re single,” Peter repeats, his lips a mere inch away from Tony’s. “Aren’t you?”

Tony lets out a shaky breath, looking down to Peter’s lips. The earlier words were so beautiful, so perfectly what Tony has always wanted to hear from Pepper. And his lips are so enticing, so pink and beautiful, and...and you know what, Pepper did break things off between them, didn’t she? She can’t be angry at anything he does anymore, he’s a free man. Right?

Fuck it. 

Tony leans in that extra inch, connecting their lips softly. He waits for the feeling of guilt to leech into his brain, for the need to be loyal to Pep to hit him.

But it never does. 

Peter wraps his arms around Tony’s shoulders, gently resting them so he isn’t holding on or pushing away. Tony isn’t as gentle. He wraps his arms around Peter’s waist, pulling him flush against his own body. 

Peter gasps softly into the older man’s mouth, one hand sliding up to tangle into the older man’s hair. Tony releases a contented sigh, allowing the younger man to slide his tongue along Tony's lips. 

Eventually, Tony opens his lips and allows Peter in, enjoying the feeling of their tongues gliding together. They both get lost in it, time seeming to exist outside of them. 

Tony only comes back to his senses when Peter starts to kiss down Tony’s neck. The older man is breathless, both from the kissing and the way Peter’s lips feel against his neck. “Oh, fuck,” Tony breathes, grinding their hips together. 

Peter whines at one particularly rough thrust, biting down where Tony’s neck meets his shoulder. Tony groans softly in Peter’s ear, pulling roughly at his hair. “Careful,” Tony warns. 

Peter licks over the mark in apology, sucking a mark right above it instead. Tony sighs in half annoyance, but doesn’t want the boy to stop. 

He simply enjoys the attention, enjoys the touches, enjoys the memory of the words Peter had murmured earlier. 

It wasn’t until Peter started to rub at Tony’s cock through his pants he realized he needed to stop this before it got too far. If he hasn’t fucked it all up already. “Pete,” he whispers.

“No,” Peter argues, moving his lips up Tony’s neck. He kisses at Tony’s jaw instead. 

Tony sighs, pulling away gently and kissing Peter’s lips. “I can’t do this to you, Pete. I’m always going to choose her. And you’re too important to me to lose.” He cups Peter’s cheek, rubbing his thumb gently over Peter’s jaw. “We should stop while we still can.”

Peter scoffs at that, keeping Tony’s hand cupped to his cheek by cupping his own hand over Tony’s. “I’m not like Pepper, I’m not holding my mere presence as a bargaining chip to get what I want.”

Tony pulls away at that, sighing heavily. He doesn’t like Peter insulting Pep, but the words still make him feel warm inside. Knowing he doesn’t have to be afraid of Peter leaving him...is this what Pepper feels like? 

Tony kisses the boy once more, and sighs softly. “My point still stands, Peter. I’m going to end up with her, sooner or later.”

“And I’ll be here,” Peter starts, finally pulling away but holding Tony’s hand. “Waiting for when she dumps you again.”

~

Tony has started to feel more and more guilty the longer he doesn’t tell Pepper about Peter. 

When she first called him back to the penthouse, telling him he was forgiven and they could get back together, he had hesitated. 

Pepper had shifted uncomfortably. “Well?” she had pushed.

Tony had sighed, and pulled down his shirt. It was just far enough to show the hickeys. “I don’t know if we can keep doing this, Pep.”

Pepper had simply sighed in annoyance. “So you got a one night stand while we were broken up, so what? Is she worth ruining everything we have over? Are you not going to take me back because of some whore that spreads her legs for you as soon as you ask?”

Tony had ground his teeth together, but made a quick decision not to out Peter. “No, Pep, that isn’t what I...I mean...Pepper, I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep feeling like I’m absolutely nothing to you. I can’t do this anymore.” Not now that Peter has shown him what he wants in a committed relationship.

Pepper had rolled her eyes. “Did she tell you that shit? She just decided I treat you like shit, huh? You’re going to let that whore tell you about our love life?” Pepper walked over and sat in Tony’s lap, her arms resting gently over Tony’s shoulders while one hand slides up Tony’s neck and cups the back of his head. “I love you, and I always will. No matter what happens. No matter what we go through, no matter how much you or I fuck up. None of that matters. The only thing that matters is that you and I belong together. Forever.”

Tony had melted into the words, looking up at her with adoration, but was unable to keep the conflict off of his face. “Pep...”

“Just tell me you love me too, and everything else goes away,” she had whispered.

“I love you,” Tony had said easily, and he had meant it. He did love her. He just...he knew he betrayed her. Far more than she thought he did. He didn’t have a one stand stand with a whore, he made out with a close friend. Someone Pepper has met multiple times, someone who has come up to their penthouse and had dinner with them. Someone Tony spends a good chunk of every day with. 

And then there was Peter, too. He had said he wasn’t going to hold Tony’s momentary weakness over their relationship, but Peter can’t help himself. He can’t help the longing stares, or the lingering touches, or the way his eyes light up whenever Pepper dumps Tony again. 

“Peter,” Tony had finally said one day, when the hand Peter had on Tony’s back slipped downwards. “You gotta stop. I’m sorry, but you gotta stop.”

Peter had only sighed, and pulled his hand away. He scratched the back of his neck with it. “You’re single again,” Peter whispered. 

Tony didn’t say a word, only rubbed a hand over his face. 

“You’re single again,” Peter said louder. “So what’s the harm in a one night stand?”

“The harm,” Tony said loudly, putting both hands on the desk a bit harsher than necessary. But then sighed and lowers his voice, looking into Peter’s wide eyes, sadness taking over his own. “The harm is...you’re more than just a one night stand, Peter. I can’t do this, because once I do, I’ll never stop. And the only thing I’ll do is hurt one or both of you, more deeply than any person should ever be hurt. And I don’t want to be that kind of monster.”

Peter had accelerated his breathing with every word, until he was practically gasping for air by the end. “You love me,” Peter accused. No, not accused...begged. He begged Tony for the words to be true, both with his eyes and his tone. 

Tony hung his head, shoulders slumping in shame. “Don’t do that. Because I’ll still choose her, and you’ll still be heart broken.” He looks up at Peter again, feeling broken already. “And if you break, I’ll break.”

Peter just stared at Tony, looking both dejected and sad. “I want you, Tony. All the time. Every second of every day, I want you. And I won’t throw you away when you piss me off. I won’t reject you when you need me the most. And I’m not going to stop loving you just because you can’t love me back.” Peter’s voice breaks, and he steps forward, into Tony’s space. “I’m right here. Come and get me.”

Tony’s breath hitched, and then his resolve crumbled. He pushed forward, crushing their lips together in a kiss that was infinitely more intense than their first kiss. The first one was sweet, slow, gradually increasing in passion. This kiss was raw, hungry, and desperate. 

Tony is a terrible person. He’s hurting Peter, even if the younger man insists he isn’t. And he’s hurting Pepper. He’s hurting her in a way she doesn’t deserve, even after all the shit she’s put him through. 

But he can’t take it anymore. He loves them both, and he wants them both. And right then, in that short period of time, he could. He could have Peter, and the day after, when Pepper got bored of her little games, he would have her again. 

And he will hate himself for it, every second of every day.

~

Tony knew it was a mistake before he even slept with Peter. But now, all he can think about is the beautiful young man. The way his back arches when Tony nails his prostate right on. The way his face screws up in pleasure, and his nose scrunches so cutely when he’s just about to cum. The way his curls feel around Tony’s fingers. The way Peter’s body gets so warm, it feels like fire when Tony rubs against it. 

And now he knows. He knows what it’s like to be with Peter. He knows what it’s like to be with the man he loves. 

And he knows how god damn awful it feels to crawl out of his sweet, warm embrace and right into Pepper’s waiting arms. 

“You have more,” Pepper had said softly, pushing lightly on one of Peter's bite marks. 

“You left me,” Tony says back, but he keeps his eyes closed. If she looks into his eyes, she’ll know. He knows she’ll know. 

“I know,” she says softly. “Still.”

Tony shrugs. “If you leave me, I can do whatever I want. You don’t want me to, don’t leave me.”

Pepper kisses his cheek, before rolling over and turning off the light. “Just because we’re on a break doesn’t mean you don’t come back to me. You and I both know it isn’t a real break up. Tell yourself what you want, but when you sleep with whores, you’re still cheating on me.”

Tony bites his tongue. He bites, and he bites hard, until he tastes blood and he hears her even breathing. “Not a whore, honey,” he whispers, knowing she won’t hear. 

~

Tony was guilt ridden. Pepper’s words had bothered him more than he thought they would. But she was right; they both knew it was just a game for Pepper. They both knew they weren’t really broken up. So Tony was a cheater, for sleeping with Peter. 

Tony nearly jumps out of his skin as Peter enters the lab, reviving him from his thoughts. He turns his guilty eyes on Peter, and suddenly he doesn’t feel as bad. 

Because Peter walks in, and he’s glowing. He’s whistling as he struts in, a giant pep in his step as goes to his station. Peter looks so beautiful, it makes Tony’s stomach drop. 

And then Peter puts his stuff down and turns those big, bright doe eyes on Tony. And a brilliant grin splits across his face, and he looks so genuinely happy that Tony can hardly help but to breathlessly smile back. 

“What’s got you so happy, kid?” Tony asks, fiddling with his wrench. 

Peter laughs softly, and it’s music to Tony’s ears. “I dunno, I just feel good. I feel great, actually. I have since Friday,” he says, unsubtly hinting to their affair. 

Tony laughs softly, but the guilt is starting to return. He doesn’t want to ruin this moment, to ruin Peter’s happiness for even a second. So instead of saying anything, he just stares at Peter with a smile on his lips and love in his eyes. 

Peter starts to blush after a moment and looks down, laughing softly once more. “What are we working on today, Mr. Stark?”

Tony allows himself to look just a few more seconds, before he tears his eyes away to look down at the plans. “Mark III for your suit. I think it’s finally time to give you a suit that never had training wheels, don’t you think?”

Peter had lit up again, this time in excitement instead of happiness. His face is just as beautiful. “Awesome! Lemme see,” he says, coming over and getting in Tony’s space. He looks over the plans, and Tony fights the urge to wrap an arm around the kid’s shoulders to make everything easier and less awkward. 

It’s going to be a long day. 

~

Tony laughs bitterly, rubbing a hand over his face. “What’s the reason this time, Pep? Did I skip a meeting? Did I forget to do the dishes? Did I not bring you flowers when you wanted them?”

Pepper snarls at him. Usually Tony just sighs and gets out, he never questions her. “Just get out,” she says, flicking her wrist dismissively. 

“No!” Tony says, standing up from where he had been sitting. “No, not unless you give me a reason, Pep. I’m tired of playing these games, they aren’t funny anymore.”

Pepper scoffs. “Of course they aren’t funny! Fine, if you want to know--yes, you missed a meeting. An important one, because you were too busy playing in the lab with the kid.”

Tony’s nostrils flare, and he stares her down. “Playing?” he asks, voice low and dangerous. “That’s what you call my job?”

Pepper scoffs again. “Yes, playing! Because you aren’t making anything for SI, you’re making his suit-”

“You know what?” Tony snarls, cutting her off. He grabs his coat, slipping it on and grabbing his keys. “We are done. We are done, Pepper. I’m done.”

She’s stunned into silence, and he’s gone with the door slammed before she unfreezes. 

He gets in his car and drives, drives and drives and drives until he’s gotten all the anger in his system out and all he’s left with is a bitter sadness. 

The truth is, he had always known, known, he was going to end up with Pepper. He wanted to marry her, and have kids with her, and always stay with her. But he just can’t take it anymore. The games, the hurt, the uncertainty. It’s all too much. 

Before he knows what he’s doing, he’s parked in front of Peter’s building. He shouldn’t do this, not when he’s hurting. Their first time had been so beautiful, filled with only want and desire, not guilt and sadness. He doesn’t want to ruin what he and Peter had over this. 

But he didn’t drive away in time. Because there was Peter, tapping on the passenger side window with a concerned look on his face. Tony sighs and rolls down the window. “Hey, kid,” he greets. 

Peter frowns, unlocking the door and getting in. Tony glares half-heartedly, knowing he wouldn’t actually be mad in any universe. “Mr. Stark?” he asks softly. “What’s going on?”

“I shouldn’t have come here,” Tony admits softly. He puts his head in his hands, pulling at his hair in frustration. “I didn’t actually want you to see me like this.”

Peter doesn’t say a word, only gently rubs at Tony’s right shoulder. Tony can practically feel the frown on the younger boy’s face. He shouldn’t be here. Peter is too good, too perfect for this. He’s too kind to hear what Tony needs to say.

“I think it’s really over this time,” Tony says, voice breaking. He shouldn’t be here, but he is, and he’s about to hurt Peter. 

Peter makes a sympathetic noise, letting his hand slide down Tony’s arm until he can carefully pull Tony’s hand away from his hair. He holds onto it, and Tony finally has the courage to look up at the younger man. “What makes you say that?” he asks softly. 

And Tony doesn’t deserve Peter. Because here Tony is, broken hearted over the woman who was keeping Tony from Peter, and he’s not celebrating. He isn’t pushing Tony to think it’s a good thing, or making a move. He’s just listening. Comforting. 

Tony doesn’t deserve this. 

“Because I told her I was done. And then I walked out.” He sniffs, and looks sadly at Peter. “I don’t know anymore, Pete. I feel both like I’m done and like I can’t live without her. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I...why can’t I just be normal? Why can’t I just decide I’m done with her, and be done? Why does it hurt this much?”

Peter doesn’t say anything again. He just leans over and hugs Tony, petting his hair softly. “Maybe you aren’t done,” Peter says softly, voice breaking. “Maybe you love her enough to put up with things you wouldn’t for anyone else.” He pulls away then, still holding Tony’s hand and looking deeply into the older man’s eyes. “I would understand that.”

He knows Peter wasn’t trying to hurt him with those words. But he did. Because Tony is an asshole, and he is treating Peter like shit. Peter is dealing with things from Tony he would never, should never deal with from anyone else. He shouldn’t deal with it with Tony either, but he has decided to. 

Just like Tony is with Pepper. 

“Peter, “ Tony whispers, holding back sobs. “Peter, I-”

Peter shakes his head, squeezing Tony’s hand. “I know,” he whispers back. “You don’t have to say it. I know.”

Tony sniffs, thinking again about how much he doesn’t deserve Peter. “Invite me up,” he asks, sounding desperate and broken.

Peter laughs softly, sniffling himself and shakes his head. “Not tonight, Mr. Stark. I think you need to go home tonight.”

Tony looks away, down at the steering wheel, fighting the tears again. “Peter,” he begs again.

Peter only squeezes Tony’s hand, leans over to kiss his cheek, and opens the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Stark,” he says. 

Tony lets out a shaky breath, slamming his head into the wheel. He stays for another ten minutes after Peter goes back up, before going back home.

~

He and Pepper have been back together for a solid three months, longer than they ever have been before. And Tony has been happy, these last few months. He feels like Pepper was so scared by Tony leaving, she doesn’t want to push it.

The bad news is, he misses Peter. A lot. And Pepper isn’t pushing it, so he doesn’t have any excuses to sleep with the younger man. 

Peter has been more reserved lately. Ever since the night Tony parked in front of Peter’s apartment, he’s been more reserved and more...timid. 

Tony misses the carefree laughter. The blindingly bright smiles. The love in Peter’s eyes when Tony gives the man attention. 

Until one day, Tony just breaks. He can’t stand the lack of brightness in Peter’s eyes, and he misses Peter, and he just...snaps. 

“Peter,” Tony says softly, making the younger man look up from his project. 

“Yes, Mr. Stark?” He asks, looking up. And that does it for Tony. He can’t see the sadness there anymore. He doesn’t want to, and he knows how to fix it. Tony walks around the table, getting into Peter’s space. Peter’s breath hitches, and he looks up at Tony with wide eyes. “Mr. Stark?” he whispers. 

Tony puts his hands on Peter’s hips, swallowing the guilt he feels towards Pepper. “Peter,” he whispers back. 

Peter’s hands rest gently behind Tony’s neck, crossed at the wrists. His breath comes quickly, and his eyes light up. “Did you break up again?” he asks softly. 

Tony swallows, looking at Peter with hungry eyes. “No,” he says honestly. “It doesn’t matter anyway.”

“Tony,” Peter whispers, eyes a conflicted mess. Tony knows Peter wants this, but he also feels guilty. Just like Tony.

“Kiss me,” Tony begs softly. “I want you, I want...I need you.” He doesn’t push the younger man, not willing to risk pressuring him. 

Peter looks like he’s fighting himself, his eyes conflicted. But then the want wins over, and he surges forward.

Tony holds onto Peter’s hips harder, pulling the younger boy closer to him. Peter moans into the kiss, tongue exploring Tony’s mouth. They grind into each other, until Tony lifts the younger man onto the desk and then Peter grinds into Tony’s stomach. 

Tony pants into Peter’s mouth, using Peter’s hips to encourage the grinding. He pulls away from the kiss, and Peter’s hands curl tightly into his hair. Tony shivers, kissing his way down Peter’s jaw and neck. The whines and moans the other man sings go directly to Tony’s core, and makes him feel even crazier and more desperate. 

They pull apart only long enough to take each other’s shirts off, and then they attack each other’s mouths again. 

Tony is momentarily distracted by the fierce kissing, but he eventually pulls away, panting into Peter’s mouth. He grins evilly, kissing Peter again once softly before falling to his knees. The action hurts more now than it would have if he were younger, but he doesn’t care that much. The gasp of happy surprise Peter emits is more than worth it. 

They spend hours together. Hours of making each other feel good, of moving together, of being one. All over the lab, every which way. No surface in here is without a memory now. No where in his lab is just the lab anymore. 

They end on the couch in the corner, Peter laying on top of Tony, panting together. Tony smiles up at Peter then, kissing him softly. He runs his fingers along Peter’s neck, satisfied with the marks he left behind. He asked Peter not to leave any where Pep could see, because he doesn’t want to deal with her knowing just yet. But he got to leave as many as he wanted on the younger man. 

“Tony,” Peter whispers, shivering at the touches. 

“Hm?” Tony asks softly, smiling happily up at him. Tony hasn’t felt so contented and happy in so long. 

“I love you,” Peter says softly. He takes Tony’s fingers, kissing them softly. 

Tony’s grin falters for just a moment, but he’s sure Peter caught it. He gets the smile back quickly, although it's slightly more bittersweet. “I love you too” he tells Peter truthfully. “I shouldn’t tell you, I shouldn’t do any of this to you...but-”

“It’s okay,” Peter lies, leaning down and kissing Tony again, feather light. “It’s okay. I’m always going to be here for you.”

Tony sighs softly. “I don’t deserve that. I don’t deserve you.” 

Peter blushes and smiles at that, as if it was a compliment and not a warning. 

It had taken them a surprisingly long time to get up the energy to get up and dressed again. They were so happy in their little bubble. 

Little did Tony know that Peter ran into Pepper on his way out of the building. And even though Tony has no marks, no evidence on him that anything happened, Peter does. In plain sight. And Pepper had almost let it go, but then Peter had looked her up and down and smirked, and she knew. 

~

A few months after their affair started, things felt calm for Tony. Like for once, everything was going right. He had Pepper, he had Peter. Everything felt calm and nice and lovely. 

But of course, it couldn’t last. 

Tony sighs in annoyance, rubbing at his eyebrow. “Pepper.”

“I don’t want to hear it!” Pepper shouts, arms in the air. “I want you out, we’re done!”

Tony sighs and stands up, scratching at his beard. “Over a missed meeting?” he confirms. 

“Yes,” Pepper hisses, eyes narrowed. “Among other things.”

Tony shakes his head. “I thought we were past this, Pep. I thought we were done with the games.”

“And I thought you loved me!” Pepper shouts, tears in her eyes. 

Tony sighs again, and his obvious disinterest grates on Pepper. “I do love you, Pep. I skipped a meeting, that doesn’t mean-”

“I know who you’ve been cheating on me with,” Pepper finally says, eyes full of tears. They fall, and she looks downwards, crossing her arms over her chest. “You didn’t just skip a meeting, you were with your little whore.”

Tony grates his teeth together, eyes narrowing. “See, I know you’re full of shit, because if you knew who I used to cheat on you with you wouldn’t-”

Pepper scoffs, looking up again. And that’s it, that’s the look. Tony knew he was going to do nothing but hurt her. And somewhere along the way, he stopped dreading it. 

The pit of guilt in his stomach makes itself known now, though. And he, almost subconsciously, reaches out to touch Pepper, to comfort her. She leans into it, shaking her head in anger. 

“I know who it is. I know. I don’t want you to spend time with him anymore.” Pepper tightens the cross of her arms. 

“Pepper, you can’t...you can’t expect me to just...” Tony’s breath comes quicker, and he realizes the idea of losing Peter; not just giving up on the idea of bing with him, but never seeing him again...it makes him feel hollow inside. 

“You don’t love me anymore!” Pepper accuses yet again. “You’d rather have that little skanky intern of yours over-”

“Peter is not a ‘skanky little intern’” Tony growls, pulling his hand away. “You like Peter, you’ve always called him smart and a hard worker-”

“That was before I knew he was a home wrecker-”

“What home?!” Tony yells, voice breaking. He almost regrets the words, but he sets his jaw and takes a deep breath. “You left me every other day. You made me feel like shit. You made me feel like I was worthless, like I didn’t mean anything to you. I have never felt safe or secure in this relationship, how can you call that a home?”

Pepper has tears streaming down her face, and her mouth is set in an angry frown. “And Peter...what? Makes you feel like you have a future with him? A pretty little thing half my age, who sleeps with the boss as soon as there’s trouble in paradise, you see a future with him?” She uncrosses her arms and starts to stalk Tony into the wall. “That’s the future you envisioned for yourself?”

“No!” Tony says, eyes full of anger and sadness and loss. “I pictured you and me. I pictured you marrying me. I pictured us having kids. I pictured building you a house, and raising our kids in it. I wanted to marry you! But you kept leaving me, and I didn’t feel-”

“Yes,” Pepper says, eyes wide and breath rapid.

Tony blinks in confusion. “What?” he asks, sounding dejected. 

“Yes, I’ll marry you. And you can build me a house and knock me up and we can go far away from here. Just you and me. Yes, I’ll marry you.” Pepper leans forward and connects their lips softly. 

Tony shakes his head when she pulls away. “I wasn’t done, I wasn’t pro-”

“I don’t care,” Pepper says, wiping her tears. “If you want that future, marry me. I’ll get word to the press, it’ll be the headlines tomorrow. Do you still love me? Do you still want me? Do you still want that future?” She cocks an eyebrow, lashes still wet with former tears. 

Tony swallows heavily, unable to deny the truth. “Yes,” he whispers. 

Pepper nods. “Then I’ll marry you. And you’ll get rid of the skank.” She turns on her heel, phone already to her ear, as she walks into their bedroom area. 

Tony lets out a heavy breath, putting his head in his hands. 

~

Pepper was right, of course. Every single headline in every single news network was about the world’s favorite on again-off again relationship finally committing to each other and tying the knot. 

Tony is sitting at his desk in the lab, head in his hands. Every time he looks up, he sees somewhere he and Peter did something together. Every time he thinks about it, he misses Peter. And then he thinks about how he will never see the boy again, and he’s trapped, and he doesn’t know what to do anymore. 

He winces as the door opens, and sighs heavily. “I said I want to be alone, Pepper, just leave me alone!” He can’t help the agony in his voice. He knows he’s being terrible to his future wife, but she was terrible first.

“Mr. Stark,” Peter’s voice breaks on his name, and Tony’s head shoots up.

Peter has obviously been crying. His eyes are red rimmed, and his hair is a mess. Tony’s own tear filled eyes meet Peter’s, and they both just stare for a moment. 

“Peter,” Tony croaks, taking in all of Peter. It feels like this might be the last time.

���You’re marrying her,” Peter accuses. Because that’s really the only word for it. It’s not a statement or a question. It’s an accusation. 

Tony takes another gulp from his tumbler, finishing off the glass and pouring himself another. He doesn’t like getting drunk anymore, but it feels like an understandable exception. “Apparently,” Tony answers. 

“You don’t have to,” Peter says, tears still streaming down his face as he gets closer. “You can leave her.”

Tony rubs at his forehead, trying to think. “I know. I don’t know. I just-I...I don’t know.”

Peter goes closer, pushing Tony away gently from the desk and climbing into his lap. “Tony,” he starts, throat thick with tears.

Tony shushes him, kissing his shoulder softly. “I know. I know, baby.”

Peter shakes his head. He cups Tony’s cheeks, forcing the older man to look into his eyes. “I’ve been patient, Tony. I’ve waited for you to realize how much you don’t like her. I’ve sat aside while you went back to her every single time you left my bed. I supported you, and I gave you good advice, and I put you back together again when she broke you.”

Tony has his own tears in his eyes now. “Peter-”

“I can keep being patient,” Peter sobs, putting their foreheads together. “I can stay. I can wait. I can handle this, I can-can....” he hiccups, and lets out a shuddery breath. “I know I can do this, Tony. But I...marriage is so final, Tony. I don’t think you’ll ever leave her if you marry her. I’ll always be here, but is marrying her what you want? Is being stuck with her what you want?”

Tony closes his eyes, his own breath ragged with the pain he’s going through. “I love her,” he tries to desperately explain. 

Peter takes a deep breath, leaning back just enough so Tony can look up at the younger man. “Then I’ll stay,” Peter says, wiping away his tears. He’s trying so hard to put on a brave face, and it breaks Tony’s heart. 

Tony looks down after that, rubbing his thumb into Peter’s hip. “No...” the older man sniffs, looking up sadly at Peter. “She said I can’t see you anymore, if we get married. She found out it was you specifically, and she...she wants us to move away. She wants me to never see you again.”

Peter stiffens, and pulls Tony away. He looks into Tony’s eyes with fear. “No.” he shakes his head, sniffling loudly. “No, you can’t let her do that!” 

Tony lets out a shaky sigh, leaning back in for a kiss. “I don’t know what to do anymore,” Tony admits. “All I did was hurt you both. All I did was ruin everything. Just like I knew I would.”

“Don’t marry her,” Peter begs through a sob. “Stay with her if you need to but don’t--please don’t marry her.”

“She won’t stay with me if I don’t marry her,” Tony says brokenly. “I’ll lose her, and I...” Tony shakes his head, looking away from Peter’s fearful eyes. “I love her.”

“You love me too,” Peter begs. And the fact that he sounds even a little unsure makes Tony hate himself more than words can express. “Don’t you?”

Tony surges up then, capturing the younger man’s lips in a fierce kiss. It feels a lot more like their second time than their first. Full of desperation, need, want. He pulls away before it can get too far, nosing at Peter’s neck. “I do. I do love you. So god damn much, Pete. This would be so easy, if I didn’t love you.”

“Then if you love me, you-”

“Peter,” Tony says, sounding as agonized as he feels. “You don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you. You deserve so much better than me, so much better than what I’ve done to you.”

Peter pulls Tony back again, standing up and pulling Tony with him so they can be eye level. “I know. I know I deserve better, but I don’t care. I chose you, a long time ago.” His voice trails off, and he leans closer to the older man. “I can’t live without you, Tony,” he whispers. “Can you live without me?”

Tony opens his mouth to immediately deny it, but Peter shushes him. “No. Think about it. Can you live without me? Can you be happy without me? Can you marry her, and have kids with her, and never see me again?”

Tony closes his eyes, picturing that life. He can see most of it. Him and Pepper getting married. Him and Pepper holding a vague faced baby. Them living in a cabin. Away from it all, away from the Avengers, away from Peter.

But even in his make-believe, Peter free scenario, he can’t help but picture his favorite picture of them in the house. The one with Tony giving Peter the Stark Internship.

“No,” he says honestly, opening his watery eyes. “No, I don’t think I can.”

“What about her,” Peter prompts softly. He doesn’t look like the man he loves just told him he can’t live without him. He looks unbelievably sad. “Can you live without her?”

He tries again, this time replacing Pepper with Peter. Marrying Peter. Holding a baby with Peter. Living in the city with Peter. Raising a family with Peter. Seeing Pepper in every SI meeting, every call, every surface in the penthouse. She would be everywhere, even if they broke up. 

Tony hangs his head, wanting to just disappear. Wanting the floor to open up and swallow him whole. “She’s the CEO of my company,” he softly reminds Peter. “I would have to leave SI to avoid her.”

Peter laughs bitterly. “I’m not asking you to cut her out of your life, like she is me. I’m asking, can you see yourself happy with just me? Can you live without her as your lover, your girlfriend? Could you be happy with just me?”

And it’s like a lightbulb goes off in Tony’s head. His head shoots up and his eyes fly open.

Because yes, yes he can live with just Peter as his lover. If he doesn’t have to cut Pepper out of his life, he can happily belong to Peter and Peter alone. Because Peter has never given him ultimatums. Peter has never made Tony feel stuck, or trapped, or broken. Peter has only ever made Tony feel safe, and wanted, and respected, and loved. 

Tony surges up into Peter’s lips, holding the other man as close to himself as possible. Peter gasps into Tony’s lips, protesting for only a millisecond before melting into it. Tony pours all the love, adoration, and thankfulness he feels into the kiss. Because for the first time in...in maybe his entire life, Tony feels sure. 

He finally pulls away after what could have been minutes or hours, staring up at Peter in awe. “Yeah,” the older man says softly. “Yeah I can. I...I can.”

Peter sniffles, looking at Tony with teary, suspicious eyes. “Does that mean-”

“I’m not going to marry her,” Tony says quickly. “I’m going to end things between us, for good this time, and I’m...I’m going to leave her. And if you still want me, I want-”

Peter crushes Tony in a hug, eyes wide with both surprise and excitement. “I didn’t think you would choose me,” Peter gasps, burying his face into Tony’s neck. “I didn’t get my hopes up.”

Tony sobs once, and then laughs in relief. “I love you, Peter Parker. I’m so...I’m so sorry it took me so long to realize what I-”

Peter cuts him off with a kiss, then hugs him tightly again. “It’s okay,” Peter promises, sniffling as he does. “Worth it.”

Tony laughs softly, kissing Peter and pulling him close. He kisses the younger man deeply, but not too intensely. He doesn’t want it to get out of hand just yet, not when he’s still-

“This is why we are moving away,” Pepper’s low, warning voice sounds. 

Peter practically flies out of Tony's arms, unable to look Pepper in the face. 

But Tony can. 

Tony sighs in annoyance at Peter’s warmth being ripped away from him, and turns his gaze to her. “Didn’t I tell you not half an hour ago to leave me alone?” he asks coldly. 

Pepper mistakes his hostility for something it isn’t. She takes it as her winning, as Tony being upset his ‘last meeting’ with Peter was interrupted. “Sorry Tony, didn’t realize you and your little home wrecker were in the middle of something,” she sneers at Peter, and the younger man winces. 

It makes Tony see red. “Actually-”

“But if you don’t mind, slut, my fiancé and I have a lot of planning to get to. Planning the wedding, planning the house we’re going to move to, planning what we’re going to name our kids. My fiancé and I have a lot to do, so I’m going to have to cut your little seduction act short for the day, okay?”

Tony works his jaw, seething in anger. “Actually,” Tony says, louder this time. “There is no wedding to plan. We’re done.”

Pepper scoffs and rolls her eyes. “That’s what you said before you proposed to me,” she dismisses. “No more games Tony, let’s-”

“You’re right,” Tony cuts her off. “No more games. We are done, we are not getting married. I’m not choosing you, I choose Peter. I’m not living without him, and you aren’t taking him away from me.”

A spark of fear lights up Pepper’s eyes, and she darts her eyes from between Peter to Tony and back again. “No,” she says. “No, you agreed to marry me. You said you wanted to marry me.”

“I did,” Tony says, and his voice softens just a bit. No matter what she’s done to him, and no matter what realizations he’s had in the last few minutes, he can’t just turn off his love for her. The woman he was in love with for over a decade... “A part of me still does,” he admits. “But I’m not going to. I can’t do this anymore, I can’t do these ultimatums and these games and the manipulation. We’re not getting married.”

Pepper’s nostrils flare in anger. “Fine, we won’t get married. But you can’t see Peter anymore, I need you committed to me.”

Tony smiles sadly, scooting closer to Peter and wrapping an arm around his waist. “No,” Tony says. “I’m not giving up Peter. Ever. I’m giving up you. We are done, Pep.”

Pepper’s breathing quickens. “Tony, you can’t just-”

Tony shakes his head, kissing Peter's hair. “I can. I love Peter, and I want to be with him. We’re done.”

Pepper’s hands shake, and she shakes her head in denial. “Fine, keep your little whore! Just don’t throw away what we-”

“Stop calling him a god damn whore,” Tony growls, sympathy slowly dissipating. 

“Keep us both,” Pepper says, ignoring Tony’s outburst. “Please baby, I love you! I’ve loves you for years, we belong together, remember? That’s all that matters, is that we love each other.” She steps closer, a hand outstretched in offering. “Please, baby, we love each other.”

And it’s so perfectly delicious. So perfectly exactly what he’s wanted for almost a year now. A nice, juicy worm wiggling away right in front of Tony’s face. 

But Tony isn’t a fish, and he knows the hook is attached. He knows it won’t last, and the games will begin again. Until she manipulates Tony again, and until she hurts Tony again. 

The older man looks down at Peter, seeing the building tears and the worry on his face. And Tony is again reminded of how perfect Peter is, and how much he doesn’t deserve such a beautiful, kind, loving person. 

Tony smiles at Peter, and then looks back to Pepper. “No,” he says softly. “I want Peter, and I want him alone. I love you, but I don’t want you anymore. I want to feel safe, and loved, and wanted, and secure. I love Peter, and I want him. I choose him. You told me to choose, I choose him.”

“Tony,” Pepper says, barely a whisper. 

“Effective immediately, our relationship is strictly professional. You are the CEO of my company, and I hold a lot of respect for you. But that’s all. Our relationship is no longer romantic or sexual of any nature.” Tony kisses the top of Peter’s head, pulling him even closer. 

Pepper shakes her head, her eyes brimming with tears. “Don’t do this.”

“It’s already done,” Tony says with an air of finality. “Goodbye, Ms. Potts.”

Pepper scoffs, tears finally falling and she turns on her heel. She doesn’t say a word as she exits, slamming the lab door behind her.

Peter turns to Tony, looking at him with wide eyes. “Tony?” he whispers. 

Tony breathes, smiling down at the younger man. “That wasn’t as hard as I thought it was going to be.”

Peter sobs in relief, throwing himself into the older man and connecting their lips with a mixture of relief, happiness, hope, and love.

And Tony kisses him back, with equal intensity, feeling more sure than he has in his entire life. 

[thiefstealsthepodcast]

Hi! I’m a long-time listener of Driver Picks the Podcast and I finally got around to watching Leverage along with this pod. I honestly wasn’t sure I was going to because I knew almost nothing about the series except that it probably wasn’t my thing.

So, this pilot episode was a delightful surprise! I didn’t even realize the premise was a ragtag group of strangers committing Robin Hood-esque heists which is 100% my thing. It’s all so very 2008 in a way that really works for me in the way of nostalgia. Beth is right in that this pilot is A LOT but I was totally along for the ride and was able to follow along pretty well.

(I will say the only thing I was vaguely aware of was Eliot being a fan favorite and the prevalence of the Hardison/Parker/Eliot ship within the fandom with which I am already fully on board)

As requested in the pod, I am going to rank the characters favorite to least favorite only having seen 2 episodes 😭

1. Hardison: Aldis Hodge is great and I’m a real sucker for “the guy in the chair,” although I love that he’s also very active in the sort of play acting as well. I think my favorite moment is when he’s playing the FBI agent and leading Eliot to cop car. So good.

2. Parker: I can already see the immense potential for development in her and it’s so exciting! She’s an agent of chaos in the best way.

3. Sophie: she’s the character I knew the least about going in and she really surprised me! Her grift is always both satisfying and entertaining. I also find her to be incredibly hot 💕

4. Eliot: I saw someone else say that he is the most emotionally intelligent member of the group and I have to agree so far. Definitely looking forward to learning more about him. Also, I adore his little glasses! I’m glad that this style is starting to make a bit of a comeback.

5. Nate: so I expected to hate him, partially because I have a bias against some of Timothy Hutton’s previous roles lol, but he seemed like a pretty blah character from what little info I did have. While he’s still ranked last I didn’t hate him at all. He’s kind of the lynchpin here which is fine and necessary but he’s giving me the least to work with at the moment. I really loved the moment in the alley with Sophie where we see him really flustered for the first time. I really thought the Sophie/Nate thing would be uninteresting to me but I’m actually very intrigued by their past (and the flashback was excellent).

all that to say I actually really enjoy every character so far in a way I wasn’t expecting!

The thing I most look forward to is seeing the development of the group and the dynamics therein. 5 characters and 5 seasons gives us plenty of room to explore that. And despite having a trauma bond with Supernatural, I could see Leverage being much more my thing funnily enough. So thanks for the recommendation!

Okay your takes are so valid and I am honestly so honored that you have decided to follow us across to Leverage and my funny silly little goofy show that I love with all my heart. I hoped that I might inspire someone to watch the show and I'm so happy that we can act as your guide to accompany your first time watching.

[shitpostingkats]

This is one of my favorite scenes in Leverage.

First off, the simple fact that the show, multiple times, takes the time to establish that, yes, Eliot is emotionally intelligent. He may look like a big tough guy, and he is, but he is not exclusively defined by his ability to hit things. And that's exactly why the Leverage crew becomes such a family to him, because while everyone else in the world wants Eliot Spencer to come on an be their mook, his team not only trusts him to do his job, they see him as more than a hitter. He grifts. He cooks. He does a thousand and one things to help with jobs that aren't just being mindless muscle, and he's allowed to do that, to be acknowledged as a complete person and not just a weapon.

Secondly, the foils between Eliot and Sophie. They're the protectors of the group; Eliot physically, and Sophie emotionally. They keep everyone alive, and it's seen as equal roles by the show, the task of keeping everyone stable and happy, and the job of making sure no one gets shot. Sophie and Eliot recognize each other in a dynamic unique to them. They have some great scenes throughout the show. But this one is special to me because of the raw vulnerability in between the two of them. Sophie genuinely asking "Are you okay? You don't have to do this." and Eliot saying "Yes. Yes I do."

This whole episode is a bit of a communication error between them, of Sophie being disgusted by everything about the town they're in, from the sports to the food, while Eliot slides right back into his home environment like a duck to water. This is her understanding. This is that speech he gave her about why the people her fight finally clicking. That their hitter can pull his emotional weight, he just does it in a language she's unfamiliar with.

When Eliot says "till my dying day", it's a promise he makes to Nate and Sophie, not to Parker and Hardison. He's promising he can take care of them. And with more than just his fists. It's an acknowledgment back, that he saw the work Sophie put in to keep them safe, and he's gonna try his hardest to follow her example. That they can leave, and he can pick up the slack, and take care of them just as well as the legendary Sophie Devereaux.

Eliot Spencer and Sophie Devereaux in The Tap Out Job

This scene is an intimate glimpse into Eliot's inner life, and it's also one of my favorite interactions between him and Sophie. She comes to him in concern, well-versed in her role as the one who, to quote Hardison in The Two Live Crew Job, "makes sure we're all okay." It's emotional labor that she does with a lot of skill and care, but for once it's not needed here. Eliot's got it handled.

More self-aware and emotionally intelligent than the typical bruiser character, Eliot has never shied away from doing his own internal work. He still has his jagged edges and blind spots, but not in this. When it comes to his relationship with violence, Eliot has found his equilibrium. He couldn't have been a member of this team, if he hadn't. Couldn't have let himself care for them—and them for him—if he'd thought he was a ticking time bomb. Couldn't be the protector if just being around him put them in danger from his own demons.

So Eliot here, basically saying, "It's okay, Sophie, I can deal with this," is telling nothing but the truth. He's not avoiding the issue or acting macho. He's taken a sober look at what this would cost him both physically and psychologically, and he knows that he can pay the price. He's got safeguards and coping mechanisms in place. Sophie's still not happy about it—it's a heavy thing, what they're asking Eliot to do—but she takes him at his word. And so do we. It's what makes the con during the fight so effective, not just against the mark, but also the viewers.

[love-jesus-but-i-drink-a-little]

Hello, hello! I read your dead ringers fics, they were amazing!! I love the twins in all their facets, I'm on my third rewatch. I don't know anyone who watched the show though, so I thought I'd ask you, since you seem to have grasped their voices, and I did agree with various 'headcanons' and ideas you wrote about. I was wondering how old do you think they are in canon? I remember reading that the real twins the characters are based on were found dead at 42 together in their apartment, and considering Rachel's age and Beverly's issue with pregnancy, I don't think they'd be any younger than late 30s. On a similar note, I kept thinking how odd Elliot's insult about Genevieve's age was (the daddy issue line and her being Beverly's pubescent five-minute gf). Then I found out the actress who played Gen is an early 90s baby like me. I didn't think Ben and Gen looked like they had a significant age difference, physically at least, but I also have to say the twins were kinda not very mature, emotionally but not only that, so that does check out. What do you think? Plus, when Beverly said her sister never liked any of her crushes, especially when they left the mere infatuation stage, it made me think these two never truly had any big change or emotional distance before Genevieve.

Why, hello! Thank you for your kind words! Much appreciated!

Oh boy, this is going to be a ramble! Brace yourself. You made a huge mistake asking me to talk about Dead Ringers hahaha.

Well. I have to ask, before I move on to answering my (very personal) ideas. What headcanons did you like? Out of sheer curiosity. You obviously don't have to answer. I just like hearing nice things about my writing :)

Okay. Let's get down to business.

Main question being how old do I think the twins are? I find it to be a tricky question for several reasons.

First reason being: I don't care. I mean I know it's interesting but how does it really contribute to the narrative? How does it change the twins being a beautiful, demonic, dysfunctional due? They are magnificent and them being thirty or fifty doesn't change anything.

That being said, I think they are somewhere around Rachel Weisz' age? That's how I see them, anyway. Beverly having trouble getting pregnant and Elliot's comment will make more sense that way. Because even if Genevieve is about 30ish, Beverly being 10 years older doesn't really vatant such harsh response. Right? But if they have more like around 20 year gap between them, it will make so much sense. Not because Elliot's comment will be any truer, but because it will sting more, which was what Elliot was aiming for I think.

But also. I've listened to a podcast with Alice Birch (the bloody genius) and she said that Elliot and Tom were in university together. Michaek Chernus (who plays Tom) is forty five years old, and given that people in university don't have to completely match in age (at least, from my personal experience) it makes sense Elliot and Beverly are somewhere around 50ish? Maybe a little younger.

Rachel Weisz is a goddess on earth and so she desn't look her age (or maybe she does) the point is we're so used to hollywood's standard of people in their 50's looking like our great-grandmothers, it doesn't always match reality. In real life, people in their early 50's look dashing and fresh. Especially today. And people in their 30's look like bloody children. It's unnerving and exciting.

Moving on.

One thing I think everyone who paid attention to the series (those who watched I mean), can definitely tell Beverly and Elliot's relationship are so involved one in the other, they never had the space for anyone else to stay for more than one night's shag. Right? Elliot was sort of warning Beverly about Gen in the first episode, on their way to the Parker's meeting. Remember? I think Beverly wanted to get away a bit from her sister's suffocating presence, but I also think (it's a headcanon I assume) that if Beverly really wanted to distance herself from Elliot, she would have found a way. And the fact that she literally preferred to die and not move away from Elliot (there definitely was more than just that but I strongly believe she couldn't live without her sister being too close) it never happened.

The twins preferred to have each other up their arses and not try and make their relationship more separate, and hence, more functional. I don't know if they could. I don't know if they wanted to.

Did I answer any of your questions, gentle anon? probably not. Did I ramble as hell? Yes. A lot of bollocks, but I did warn your about my rambling and you don't have to really read every word.

Hopefully I didn't wear you down with this answer.

And again, deeply thankful for your kind kind words <3

[faorism]

this is more an old school au trope but for a fusion with the sentinel (aka theres people with enhanced senses, plus their semi-empath guides who ground them when stimuli overwhelm the sentinel), here are my Thoughts:

nate is a fuck awful guide, while sophie is mundane but boy can she fake enhanced taste and touch. hardison goes online (aka gets his powers) in the grave: hearing, maybe smell. parker went online young: sight, hearing, taste, with distinct impairment to touch but she has enhanced a sixth sense of, like, spatial awareness. eliot, everyone thinks MUST be a five point guy since hes HIM or at least hes got enhanced smell and hearing like a lot of "retrival specialists" but no. eliot is the bestest guide. to ground a zoning sentinel, he can sing for sound, and he can cook for taste and smell, and he can do fancy knife tricks for sight, and let's just say he knows how to touch a person. and he can pick parker up and toss her or spin her around when she needs her spatial awareness restarted.

early s4 alec had asked eliot to train him to be an unofficial guide for parker, so even if he doesnt have the calming powers he can still try to offer some guidance for her. then as said, he goes online himself and he hovers between being a newbie and still wanting some guide moves just in case.

i love a good soulbond which sentinel au allows for SO eliot feels something for parker but the bond only clicks once hardison is a sentinel too and eliot sees them together and is like well fuck. alec doesn't know any different and parker never had someone take care of her like this (archie was mundane) so she doesn't recognize what their connection means. eliot, meanwhile, is like... damn wild that this literally changes nothing.

things come to a head when post s5 eliot makes a martyr play and gets severely hurt. hardison and parker are physically fine. physically. emotionally? well.

they sit down with eliot and are like. eliot, you can no longer go into things thinking it'll be okay if you die first. hardison had to ground himself on the slowing down of your heartbeat and parker grounded herself on the red of your blood. eliot, please, don't just look out for us, dont you get that taking care of you is taking care of us?

and eliot is like .....okay but it's my job to-

and parker is like, this isn't about the job! this is about our lives.

and alec is like, do you not get we love you, man?

anyway there's some more confessions and some hugs and some tears and they three become a bonded guide/sentinel/guide-trained sentinel triad THE END

[darkh3llscap3]

Least dangerous to most dangerous marvel yandere characters (pt.2)

A/n: Sorry I posted his ome late but here it is. I know it doesn't have all the characters but these are the ones I thought about at the time. Also these are all my opinion

Warnings: mentions of yandere/creepy behavior, stalking, gaslighting and emotional manipulation.

General Masterlist

Marvel Masterlist

5. Bucky Barnes

Possessive/Protective

If Bucky fell in lovw with you and he became obsessed he would do any thing to have you. He will stalk you relentlessly until you give in. But lets say you don't his mind will go to kidnapping and he will find a nice secluded place for you two to live out the rest of your lives. He would be able to fake your death or something that will insure no one will come looking for you. He is very possessive and will let nobody get close to you in the time he hasn't won your heart over.

4. Loki Layfeyson

Manipulative/Possessive

When Loki find soemthing he wants he wont stop until its his. Same thing with you he will try to charm you first but it will be more to get vlos2e to you. Then he will start to gaslight you and get you away from your friends and family till hes the only one you can bear to be with. He will eventually have you run away with him somewhere far away where its only you two.

3. Peter Parker

Delusional/Manipulative/Clingy

Peter is within the top 3 because of how emotionally maniplative he can be. He will try to get with you naturally and it eventually works. The second your together he starts getting obssessive and not liking that your hanging with your frisnds more than him. Is he not enough for you? He will start gaslighting you to stop seeing your frismds and staying home with him. If you ever try to leave he will start crying and bagging for you to stay until you feel guilty for even thinking of leaving him. His concince is very low due to the fact that hes so delusional even if you didnt like him to begin with he will make up any excuse just to live in his fantasy of you loving him. So when he kidnaps you because you didn't fall for his manipulation he will make sure to spend all morning, afternoon, and night by your side.

2. Tony Stark

Possesive/Obsessive/Rich

Tony is a very powerful and smart man we know that. Once he lays his eyes on you he's obsessed instantly. He starts becoming very possessive even though you haven't formally been introduced. When you do meet it isn't a coincidence at all. The second he gets back home he will look you up and read hour and hours for your information. When he asks you out if you say yes he will spoil you and give you the world. But if you say no he will make life very hard for you until your begging at his feet for his help.

1. Wanda Maximoff

Delusional/Manipulative/Clingy

Wanda is the most dangerous to me cause if you don't accept her love for you she wont take it nicely. We've seen what she did in WandaVision she will force those feelings on you and no one can stop her. Shes a very powerful woman and will have you if that's what she desires. If you do accept her then your never leaving her side she will be with you 24/7 latched on to a body part of yours. In her head all of this is okay because she loves you. Shes protecting you what llre could you want? The second you start to lose feelings she'll know but that's a easy fix when your sleeping she will impact your mind

[sunhighriptide]

Let's spill the whole thought process.

Okay, so Gwen shouldn't be in the same cabin as Peter or Miles because some version of her has canonically dated them both. (This is assuming they are actual demigods and not like favored mortals.)

Some significant features of each.

GWEN

Gwen is very intelligent. Spider-verse Gwen shows her investigative skills. In a variant universe, she designed her own tech to mimic spider powers, and was a science major on Earth-616; that's how she met Peter Parker.

She is very stubborn and unafraid to go against others. She is prone to guilt, self-blame, and self-sacrifice.

Her ballet and gymnastics background shows she is a physical person, and even her intrument of choice, drums, are a more physically intensive musical outlet.

Gwen can be a bit of a show off and loves to perform.

Trivia: Her animal form is a penguin, and alt forms of her have been Captain America, Thor, Iron Man, Hawkeye, Hulk, and a version of Batman??

And of course, there is Gwenpool, which says something about her propensity for mischief.

So intelligence, curiosity, mischief, stubborness, physicality, music, and art. Penguins?

MILES

He was looking into a quantum physics career. Even if he was doing it only to meet Gwen, that requires a significant amount of mental acuity. He is a very intelligent guy in many ways.

Artistic. Eager to learn. Loves spray paint and murals.

Distinctly loyal.

He is probably the friendliest of the three, in that he is most open to new relationships.

PETER

Obviously, a very loyal guy. Very Percyish in that.

Certified genius. Designs his own web fluid and web shooters. Tony Stark was impressed by his skill and ingenuity. He runs his own company and his tech was a rival to Oscorp. He specializes in chemistry.

He's also shown great skill for weaving, both webs and to sew up his suits, remember that Peter designs and constructs all his suits himself, and makes do with school supplies or things he finds in the trash. He has no money. Also not the best with people.

I don't know if his version of photography would be considered artistic. But there it is.

Good team leader.

All of them have the capacity for great aggression, but so do most people.

POWERS/ABILITIES:

Super Strength: all three Spiders exhibit strength far beyond even an enchanced person. Regularly being to lift around 10 tons I believe.

Super Agility

Spider-sense

Greatly Enchanced Durability

Sticky Grip on hands and feet; capable of easily holding up themselves and at least one other person.

Super Reflexes

Superhuman sense of balance

MILES ONLY POWERS/ABILITIES:

Electric Shock

Camouflage

So now let's get onto the parents.

The current cabins in Camp Half-blood consist of:

Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Demeter, Ares, Artemis, Apollo, Athena, Hephaestus, Aphrodite, Hermes, Dionysus, Hades, Iris, Hypnos, Nemesis, Nike, Hebe, Tyche, and Hecate

We shall exclude Hera and Artemis, as they have no mortal children.

Let us start with Gwen.

I want to knock out any that distinctly do not fit.

The only mark against Zeus is I have a hard time seeing Zeus falling for Gwen's dad. She does have that almost flying factor, perhaps even more than the other two. She has blue eyes, like most Zeus kids.

There is nothing watery about Gwen. I have never seen anything about her interacting with horses, and while she is loyal, it is not a major focus of her character.

All three of them are New Yorkers. They have never interacted with agriculture once. Not Demeter.

She can be aggressive, but she is also analytical. I am not feeling Ares.

Apollo is certainly possible. She has blue eyes and blonde hair. I could see her being an archer. Or playing basketball. She loves music. She is very athletic. Having a difficult time picturing Apollo being enraptured by Captain Stacy.

She could totally be Athena. As previously stated, Gwen is extremely intelligent. However, she is not much of a strategist. She can be impulsive and tends to prefer emotionally or physically driven activities.

I actually like Hephaestus more than Athena for her? Especially with universe where she built herself Spider gear. She also seems to see how things fit together in a unique way.

I could see her being a child of Dionysus. Captain Stacy in his wild years. The children of Dionysus were said to be athletic. She also has a very wild nature.

Aphrodite. Gwen is very pretty and attracts a lot of attention, but I just don't see it. She doesn't have much interest in dating and doesn't really exude charm in a way associated with the children of Aphrodite.

EDIT: Yo, I totally forgot Hermes. She could totally be a child of Hermes. Very physically skilled and inclined, skills in many diverse areas.

Not really getting a child of Hades vibe. No death, no darkness, no riches, no old and quiet.

Iris. Kind of the opposite. She doesn't have the optimistic artist profile either.

She is certainly not super chill. She clearly has a reactive nature and a temper. Also very active. So probably not Hypnos.

Could be Nemesis. She is very connected to the idea of justice and is easily seduced by revenge. Makes sense for Captain Stacy also.

Nike. She is competitive, but not to a super high degree? Athletic, yes, but neither ballet or gymnastics are the type of sport where you compete directly against others. She is also willing to give up a goal if she thinks it is harming anyone.

Gwen certainly is youthful, and she portrays that in most every universe, though she can also have moments of great maturity. So Hebe is a possibility.

Tyche. Girl is not lucky. Not a single spider has ever known the touch of fortune. Impossible.

Hecate. Gwen has no significant connections to magic, nor any proclivity or interest towards it. She prefers solving myseteries over exploring them, if that makes sense.

So the deities we are looking at: Zeus, Apollo, Athena, Hephaestus, Dionysus, Nemesis, Hebe.

I feel as though the brains, while being a feature of her character, are not a focus, so I am removing Athena and Hephaestus.

Hebe also does not speak to me. Her choosing maturity is a decent part of Earth-65 Gwen's arc.

Which leaves Zeus, Apollo, Dionysus, and Nemesis. I think Dionysus and Nemesis would make more sense to have gotten with her dad, but any could work. What do you all think?

Right I'm going to reblog this and come back for the other two.

Guys I have a question which cabin do you think miless morales, peter parker and Gwen Stacy would be in?

I think miles would be in cabin 1 zeus cuz of his electric powers

I would like gwen to be a child of Apollo cabin 7

I'm not sure for peter maybe Hebe?? Demeter????

Do you guys agree?

[sgtduckybucky]

it's good to see you, dear boy

a/n: I've wanted to write this immediately after watching the movie all those months ago but never really had the chance to.

anyways, toby is my favorite spiderman and I love Otto a lot (he's like a dad to me) and I'm emotionally attached to him.

this is not proof read!

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“It didn’t work?” The man who claims that sorcery exists sighs in confused frustration as he glances down at his hands with furrowed eyebrows.

Peter isn’t sure what didn’t work exactly but casting a quick look at the sky, he doesn’t understand the floating man’s frustration. The sky isn’t purple anymore and New York doesn’t look distorted. Though, seeing as there are still three Peter Parkers and all kinds of villains around, he could see how the spell didn’t work.

Peter looks at the youngest Peter out of the three of them who looks dumbfounded but slightly relieved that the spell hadn’t worked. There’s a glimmer of hope in his eyes and his lips are threatening to break into a smile.

Soft thuds to his left forces Peter to tear his eyes off of the high schoolers and turn his head to the source of sound. A ghost sensation of tenseness prickles at his skin but Peter quickly dismisses the feeling; reminding himself that the man before him isn’t who he once was. Not anymore.

“Otto.” Peter greets with a light call of the older man’s name and a gentle smile on his lips. The corner of his eyes wrinkle up, portraying just how much Peter has aged.

“I never really had the chance to apologize.” Doctor Octavius says, his eyebrows downturned and his lips frowning. “I just thought….” He sighs, “I was making the world a better place.”

It took Peter several years trying to understand Otto, his mentor and role model. He was guilty at first, for not being able to save him. Then he was angry at the fact that Otto became evil. It took him a long time to feel sympathetic for the man.

Peter was once in his shoes. His own uncle had died in his arms and all Peter thought of was revenge. That strong emotions ran in his blood streams which fueled his sense of false judgment to punish the man who killed his uncle. Peter would’ve ended up like Doctor Octavius had he not been consumed by guilt.

“It’s okay.” Peter offers gently, the smile still present in his lips and Otto shyly returns it albeit smaller.

There’s a moment of silence between them -save for Dr. Strange effortlessly tries to recast the spell to send everyone back to their own universe and for high school Peter’s friends to forget ever meeting him and learning about his secret identity.

“So, uh…How’s…” Doctor Octavius licks his suddenly dry lips nervously, his eyes briefly meeting Peter’s before quickly looking away. There’s a lump in his throat that’s preventing him from asking the question he’d been desperate to ask the second he had met Peter an hour before.

Peter knows what the doctor was trying to ask yet he doesn’t over him to help. This is something that Otto needed to do on his own so he patiently waited, his eyes never missing the way Otto heaves a shaky breath.

“How’s Y/N?” Otto sounds scared. Scared that Peter wouldn’t answer him about his daughter. Though, there’s a bit of hopefulness that Peter is just as kind as he was in his youth as he finally meets Peter’s eyes.

Peter’s smile brightens and his eyes glow with love; it's almost blinding.

“She’s good.” Peter replies. “We got married. It’s our fourteenth anniversary this year.”

If Otto feels overwhelmed to the point where his legs almost give out, he doesn’t show it. Instead, his breath hitches and his body quivers.

He is experiencing a storm of emotions. Although he is overjoyed that his daughter married someone who is not only responsible but also extremely kind. He is, however, upset that he couldn’t be alive to witness his own daughter’s wedding.

Otto’s train of thoughts is interrupted at Peter’s shuffling.

The eldest Spider-Man stands next to him and pulls out something from his suit that Otto honestly doesn’t want to know how it’s possible.

In Peter’s hand is a leather photo wallet that has seen better days. Otto knows that the wallet is cherished from the discoloration on the bottom corners.

“Would you like to see?” Peter offers the wallet, similar to a child who is offering to show his friend his well prized collection of Pokémon cards.

Otto is hesitant.

Is he even worthy of such a thing?

But the way Peter’s eyes softly encourages him to take a look at the photos, Otto accepts the offer and gently takes the wallet into his large hand.

The first picture is of Peter and his daughter Y/N on their wedding day.

They’re in a venue hall with pink and white flowers decorating the walls along with some yellow fiery lights. The newlyweds were embraced in a dance with Y/N’s smile so bright it practically radiates through the still shot. Peter’s eyes stare at her with so much love that Otto can actually feel it.

Otto flips to the next page to a picture of Y/N with a heavily round stomach, a hand resting on top. She’s smiling down at the baby in her stomach and that thick lump makes its way into his throat again. He quickly flips to the next page.

There’s Y/N and Peter in a hospital room. A sweaty Y/N is in the hospital bed with dried tears on her cheeks and the smallest infant Otto has ever seen in her hands. Peter is leaning in and kissing Y/N’s head passionately.

Otto has great difficulty swallowing to moisten his dry throat.

The picture on the next page is of a boy, ten years of age, with honey brown colored hair standing next to a homemade volcano with a proud grin on his face. There’s a golden sticker on the poster behind him that reads 1st place and Otto can’t help the smile that slowly stretches across his aged features.

“That was two years ago during his first science fair.” Peter explains as he flips to the next page.

In this picture, the boy is about two years older and his hair has grown out to reach just a few shy inches below his years. There are books and bread scattered around him as he stares into the camera with the same smile from the previous picture.

“This was just last month.” Peter states. “He’s researching on how to create cutlery and plates that are edible to help reduce waste.. He’s thinking of making them out of bread.”

A sense of pride swells within Otto. The fact that his grandson turns out to be a lover of the sciences like him and Peter yet a humanitarian like his own father fills him up with warmth.

“What's-” Otto’s tongue darts across his dried lips and he swallows thickly, “What’s his name?”

Peter looks up from the photo to stare at him with such intensity that Otto wishes the ground would open up and swallow him. He suddenly feels exposed, vulnerable.

“Otto.”

And the world stops around him before it disappears.

He is no longer in this alternate New York. No longer on earth. Just in this space that only him and Peter exist as the name echoes in his ears.

“Otto?”

Otto ignores how breathy his voice sounds and doesn’t notice the tears rapidly wetting his eyes. His lips quiver as he tries to smile but he doesn’t want to get his hopes up that they had named him after himself. Especially not after the horrible crimes he had committed under the chains of his own invention.

Peter nods affirmatively.

“Y/N and I both agreed that Otto is the perfect name for him, named after the greatest man I’ve ever met.” Peter’s lips curl upwards.

Otto couldn’t react in time to stop a stray tear sliding down his cheeks. So he throws his arms around Peter in a hug to hide his tears.

And Peter accepts the hug, returns it even, as it has been so long since he had last fully embraced the man. The man who he had once considered, probably still does, as his father figure.

Neither of them hear Doctor Strange’s cry of success as his hands glow a golden color nor the way their body turns into tiny little particles that are rapidly disappearing.

If the universe is kind, and if Doctor Strange has a heart, Otto wishes that he could return to his own timeline where he is alive and with his family.

[vendettaparker]

What a Dumbass [P.P]

Summary: Peter’s mistake leads to you being injured. 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Swearing, like a substantial amount, suggestive content kinda, gun shot wound, and flustered!Peter 

a/n: I really liked writing this. I couldn’t stop laughing at some of the dialogue. and the mistake peter made to cause the whole set-up of the story is so funny to me. like i can legit see him making this mistake. also, i’m gonna make a permanent tag list, so please send me an ask or message me if you want to be on it! <3

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     Peter Benjamin Parker is a fucking dumbass. All the time mostly. Most of the time his dumbassery leads to a lot of annoyed avengers, a lot of clean up, and a lot of spilled secrets. Hence why like three people who definitely shouldn’t know he is Spider-man do. But every once in while his idiocy can lead to an unexpected happily ever after, at least until he fucks something up again. 

     This particular fuck up has yet to be determined as a happy accident or your new 13th reason. It all started when that spider bitch decided it’d be a good idea to watch some explicit content on his laptop. Now, this wasn’t particularly an unknown activity for him to partake in, since we all know about his little impromptu purchase in Germany, but unbeknownst to this dork, his aunt was in the next room over working on a tear in his suit. And to make matters worse, he accidentally just so happened to purchase a subscription using said aunt’s credit card that was pre-setup in his laptop. 

     Now May is a very understanding woman. Very sex-positive, very loving, and inclusive; the whole shebang really. So when she happened to catch this idiot doing what he most certainly shouldn’t have been doing, she wasn’t mad, just thoroughly disturbed. Then she got the notification about the purchase. That was a bit more taboo in her eyes. So Peter was grounded from patrolling for a week and his laptop privileges were revoked for two weeks. That was fucking merciful compared to what this whole fuck up put you through. 

     At the school that following Monday, Peter spent the whole first, second, fourth, and lunch period trying to convince you to take over patrol for a week. Sure, you could definitely handle it, not to pat yourself on the back or anything, but you were significantly stronger than Peter, so it shouldn’t have been that big of a deal. But you just really didn’t want to. Peter had his ‘Peter Tingle’ to help him find danger, while you’d actually have to look. It just seemed harder for you to do than it would be for him. 

     “Why are you even grounded?” You sighed after Peter's 3rd time bringing up the possibility of you patrolling for him at lunch. 

     “He got caught watching and buying p—” Ned started laughing.

     “Ned! Shut up!” Peter yelled, slapping his hand over his friend's mouth. 

     “How has your identity not been leaked yet, Jesus Christ.” You mumbled, giggling. You flipped through your chemistry textbook, writing notes to prepare for Friday’s quiz. 

     “Yeah, and how come you didn’t know May was home?” Ned pushed Peter’s hand away. “Where was your ‘Peter Tingle’ then?” 

     “She’s not a threat, dude. But shit, I really wish my tingle detected her.” Peter groaned, a deep blush covering his features. “Please (Y/N). I really, really don’t wanna leave Queens without any protection for a week. I’ll try to convince May to let me go out on the weekend, so really it’s only five days.” 

     “I guess I could help you out, but you owe me. I should really spend this time studying for my chemistry test. Iron bitch is gonna have my head on a spike if I fail another chem test.” You said, highlighting more notes. 

     “Okay! Delmar’s for a week, anytime, anywhere.” Peter said putting his hand out for you to shake. 

     “Make it a month, I know my worth.” 

     Peter hesitated, but eventually gave in, “Fine, but you better do a good job.” 

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     So now you were stuck patrolling from 8:30 to 11:00 every night. It wasn't bad per se, and nothing too eventful happened. You stopped a small convenience store robbery, gave a few kids some tips at the skatepark, ran some errands for an old lady, and saved a cat from a tree. Thursday night was the real kicker though. Your night had barely started and you accidentally got in the middle of a drug deal between some smaller mob and a real messed-up junkie. This should’ve been an easy takedown, only six people in total that needed to be taken out, but like was mentioned before, you don’t have Peter’s goddamn, stupid fucking tingle. So after taking all six of the perps out you started to walk away after alerting the police. Unfortunately, one of those assclowns had come to, and grabbed the gun a few feet away from him and shot it towards you. The bullet went through your thigh and out the other side. Screaming in shock and pain, you used your own throwing knives and knocked the gun out of the mobster’s hand, then you proceeded to knock him out again with a few good punches to his noggin, maybe a few more, just for good measure. But this wound would need to be cleaned and stitched up. And if you went back to the Tower, Steve and Tony would give you an earful about “watching your surroundings” and “being more careful”. So in a moment of pure adrenaline and desperation, you texted Peter. 

You: are you home

Spider-Dork: Yeah, why?

You: i’ll be there in 5 

Spider-Dork: What? Why? Is everything ok?

Spider-Dork: Hello??? (Y/N)????

(Y/N) declined (3) calls 

Spider-Dork: Answer my calls idiot. 

     Peter’s texting and constant calling was cut short from a crash in his room. 

     “(Y/N)? Is that you?” Peter called from the couch in the living room. 

     “Yeah, can I borrow a t-shirt?” You called, fumbling around accidentally knocking over another lamp. “Oops, sorry!”

     “Uh, yeah sure. In the closet!” Peter called back pausing his show, prepared to make his way over to you. 

     “And some sweats?” You called back, blood dripping all over Peter’s hardwood floor. 

     Peter got up to make his way to his room. “Yeah, second drawer on the left side.” He said as he made his way to his bedroom. Knowing you were in there, most likely changing, he knocked. “You decent?” 

     “Nope, not really. I need a pair of your boxers too, though.” You called through the door, now seeing that the blood splattered on your underwear as well. “Also, bring the first aid kit when you come in.” 

     ‘What? Why?” Peter said in a more stressed tone, pushing his way into the room, completely ignoring the fact that you were very much not decent. “Holy shit.” He said seeing you out of your suit, in your bra and underwear, blood dripping down your right leg, pooling onto the floor. Your hand, red and bloody, pressed onto what he only assumed was the wound and blood seeping through your fingers. 

     “Bring a mop too.” 

     Peter ran out of the room to grab the first aid kit, plus some extra bandages and a cleaning solution. When he came back in he found you in the same state, standing in the middle of the room, eyebrows furrowed in pain, clutching your right thigh. 

     “What the hell happened?” He gasped, motioning for you to sit on his bed. You hesitated, not wanting to mess up his sheets. He seemed to notice your thought process quickly adding, “I have to wash my sheets anyway.” 

     “Gross.” You mumbled, scrunching up your face in disgust and finally settling down on his bed. 

     “Move your hand and tell me what happened,” Peter said kneeling on the floor next to the bed, positioned right at your hips. You removed your hand, bloody instantly seeping onto the bed. Peter winced looking at the hole in your leg, quickly grabbing the peroxide and dumping heaps of it onto your leg, much to your distaste. 

     “I got shot.” You stated as he cleaned the blood around the hole with alcohol pads.

     “Well, no shit. I mean by who and how?” 

     “Mobster. Sneaky bitch got me while I was walking away.” You winced as Peter inspected the wound further. 

     “I need to stitch this up. Did it go all the way through?” He said lifting your leg to look underneath for an exit wound. 

     “Yeah.” Peter found the exit wound and held your leg up with one hand, pouring peroxide on the back of your thigh with the other. 

     “You have to be more careful, (Y/N)! This looks really nasty.” Peter scolded, setting your leg back down and prepping the needle and sutures. “What if this was in your chest? Or—or if you didn’t get here in time? You could’ve bled out!” 

     “Well sorry that I don’t have your stupid tingle to help me out when I’m being fucking shot at!” You yelped, gripping the bedsheets. 

     “You don’t need spidey sense, you need fucking common sense,” Peter mumbled, stitching his first suture.

     “What the fuck did you just say?” You looked at him incredulously. 

     “I— uh, nothing.” Peter huffed, focusing back on stitching you up.

     “This is your all your fault, to begin with!” You accused, shifting uncomfortably, due to the needle constantly being stuck into your leg. “You’re the one that begged me to go on patrol for you! You’re the dumb bitch that got caught watc—” 

     “Ok! Shut up! For God’s sake, you’re never gonna let me live that down.” Peter groaned, finishing up the last stitch. “Flip over.” He commanded, pushing at the side of your waist to help with the movement. 

     “Well, it was fucking dumb. Don’t you check to make sure nobody’s home? God, we all know you’re a vocal bitch too.” You said, fully situated on your stomach. 

     “What the fuck is that suppose to mean!?” He gasped, prepping another needle. 

     “You’re a sensitive boy.” You shrugged, wincing when Peter started his next stitch. 

     “I-I am not sensitive! I’m emotionally and physically staunch!” He defended, going in for another stitch. 

     You just raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Sure, whatever you say, babe.” You winked at him, blowing an exaggerated kiss. 

     “You're a jerk,” Peter mumbled, finishing up his stitching job. “A jerk with a fucked up leg.” 

     You hummed, quite amused. Peter got up and started to collect his medical supplies. He shuffled out of the room to put everything away. When he returned you were trying to get up and walk, wincing at every slight movement. 

     “Here, let me just—” Peter lifted you up, bridal style. A small yelp coming from you when a sharp pain shot through your leg. “Sorry.”

     “It’s fine. Can you help me get dressed?” You said as he walked you over to his desk and set you down in his desk chair. 

     “Sure.” Peter blushed, painfully aware of your lack of clothes. He picked out some clothes from his closet and drawers. He helped you into them, wallowing in the uncomfortable silence, taking in each whimper and wince from you whenever he brushed against your thigh. 

     “Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He sighed after you were all dressed. “This is my fault.” 

     You looked at his distraught face, feeling bad for initially blaming him for the events of tonight. “No, Pete. It’s fine. I should’ve made sure all of the guys were knocked out.” You put a hand on his shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.

     “No, I should’ve been more careful when I was watching that stuff. I have my spidey sense, I would’ve been able to avoid getting shot. It’s not your fault that you didn’t get bit by a radioactive spider.”

     “Pete, really, I’ll be better by next week anyway. It’s fine.” 

     Peter shook his head, sighing. “I just feel so bad, I shouldn’t have forced patrolling on you.” You hugged him and rubbed his back soothingly. “It’s my fault you got hurt.” 

     “Peter stop. It’s just an unfortunate accident.” You mumbled, hugging him closer. “It could’ve happened to anyone.”

     “But it didn’t happen to just anyone (Y/N), it happened to you. And I caused it. I-I don't know what I’d do if something ever happened to you. What if it was worse?”

     You sighed, pulling away from Peter and cupping his face, seeing the regret and shame pooling in his eyes. Without much thought, you pulled him closer, slowly connecting your lips in a sweet kiss. Truly getting lost in the feeling of his lips against yours, the feeling of perfection. 

     Peter’s eyes widened in shock for a moment, before he was kissing you back, reveling in the feeling he’s been dreaming about for months. You finally pulled away to catch your breath. Peter flushed at your actions, unable to stop the wide smile crossing his features. 

     “Sorry,” You mumbled sheepishly, “just needed to shut you up for a second.”

     “Maybe I should talk more, just to see what happens,” Peter smirked, pulling you in for another shorter, but just as sweet, kiss. 

     You hummed against his lips. “I really like you. Even when you're a dumbass.” You sighed against his lips.

     “The feeling is mutual.” 

     “Rude. I’m not a dumbass.” You gasped in faux offense. 

     “You’re the one with a bullet wound.” he deadpanned 

     “You’re the one who got caught watchin—”

     “(Y/N)!”

[insomniac-dot-ink]

Mid-Year Reading Freak-out Tag

I saw some book blogs doing this and thought I’d do my own!

Amount of books you’ve read so far: 18, which I think is better than most of my years so far at the half-way mark 🤗

Best book you’ve read so far in 2022: I’ve read some really great books this year, but I’m obsessed with House of Hollow by Krystal Sutherland. It was like eating a good meal, a book written for me specifically, and just really fun to get lost in a story again.

Best sequel you’ve read so far in 2022: hmm, I’ve only read one sequel this year since I’m rarely that big on series in general. I finished Jade Legacy which is the last book in the Green Bones Saga by Fonda Lee. I still adore the series overall, but I was a bit disappointed by the pacing and focus of the last book.

Still excellent though!

New release you haven’t read yet but want to: I just bought Nettle and Bone by T. Kingfisher which released a month or so ago and I’ve heard really great things about. I love a good dark fairy tale, definitely my jam. 

Most anticipated release for the second half of the year: I am vibrating with excitement for the release of Nona the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir later this year *grabby hands*. 

Biggest surprise favourite new author (debut or new to you): I’ve been meaning to read Ashley Herring Blake for forever now since I’ve heard good things and Delilah Green Doesn't Care fully lived up to my expectations. Really emotionally intelligent and fun Sapphic romance!! 

 Also, super hyped for the next one Astrid Parker Doesn’t Fail.

Newest fictional crush: I didn’t enjoy the writing of this book, but I did thoroughly enjoy Talia from Payback’s a Witch by Lana Harper. I love a spooky hot witch lady.

Book that made you cry: I listened to the audiobook of Born a Crime by Trevor Noah and the part where **SPOILERS** his mother got shot by the ex-husband had me crying, Trevor just loves his mom so much and the situation was so frustrating and heartbreaking and he’s a really good story teller.

I cried even more when she was okay, thoroughly moving book overall. I also cried while reading the next book below, Why Fish Don’t Exist. 

Book that made you happy: Not a happy book per say, but I found the book Why Fish Don’t Exist by Lulu Miller to be deeply soothing and philosophically comforting. I’ve always been the type of person filled with doubt and Chaos if you will, and the conclusions of the book gave me a sense that doubt is good. There is a holiness to doubt, fish don’t exist, we make up categories, and the important part is not to divide ourselves, but care for each other.

Most beautiful book you’ve bought so far this year (or received): I’ve got to go back to House of Hollow for this one, absolutely stunning cover. 

What books do you need to read by the end of the year? I’ve reread the first chapter to Astrid Parker Doesn't Fail by Ashley Herring Blake several times now so I am absolutely hyped to read that later this year along with Nona the Ninth.

I’ve also been meaning to read The Jasmine Throne by Tasha Suri which looks very cool, though I’ve found myself less drawn to stories with royalty of late. I dunno, I’ve gotten kinda sick of the monarchy in fiction, can’t characters be blacksmiths or merchants at this point? lol

Feel free to friend me on Goodreads too! You can see my book reviews there and I’d love to see what other people are reading as well. What’s been YOUR favorite book so far this year?

I saw someone else doing this, so feel free to take it as an invitation! :)

[lizzy-williams]

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐭

🍎Warnings: dark!peter parker, manipulation, innocent!reader, smut, triggering themes, oral (male receiving), HOLY FUCK THIS IS WRONG. But holy hell... is it erotic 😏

🍎Read at your own risk!!! You’ve been warned, don’t wanna see it then don’t read it.

🍎Masterlist

🍎A/N: I am kinda in love with the dark!peter genre of fanfic, so behold the first of many 🙃 THE READER IS IN COLLEGE

“Professor?”

The voice was soft, but with an empty classroom, it was heard by the only one left in the room after his last period, his eyes averting his paper that he was grading.

As her eyes met his from the doorway as she made a soft smile, her bag slung over her shoulder as she held a few books in her hand, her demeanor calm and gentle.

“Miss [l/n], what might I be able to help you with,” the young professor spoke, a genuine smile crossing his face, setting his red grading pen down on his oak desk.

The girl peeked her head past the doorframe, hoping that the classroom was truly cleared out. She was shy, and if there was even one person, she would mutter out a ‘never mind’ and go back to her dorm and settle for the evening. But luckily the room was desolate besides the one person she truly wanted to see.

But Peter was more excited to see her than he should have been. [y/n] was his favorite student, and after things fell out with MJ, he was actually quite lonely. But [y/n]... she was perfect for him. She was brilliant, stunning, but most of all she was innocent.

In the smarts department she was a genius. But when it came to everything and anything to with adult life and culture, she was naive. And a teacher was always up for teaching the inexperienced by any means.

“P-Professor, I was just wondering if you could help me with this paper. I just wanted you to proof read and tell me what I can do to improve it,” she went on, slowly walking towards Mr. Parker’s desk.

“Yes, I guess, I need a break from grading anyways,” he acted thoughtful, even though grading papers was the last thing that he wanted to do.

“Thank you,” she gave a small smile, taking a seat in front of his desk.

But what made his breath hitch made him want to shove everything off the desk and take her right there.

As she bent down to unzip her backpack and get her folder holding said assignment, Peter could see right down her shirt, her breasts on full display, the white bra she was wearing being exposed.

I wonder what color her panties are, so fucking pure, I wonder what noises she’ll make when I-

“Mr. Parker?” [y/n] spoke, visibly concerned, snapping him out of his lust-induced funk he was in, making him blink.

“Sorry,” he cleared his throat, “please, why don’t you read it to me?” He suggested, resting his chin on his knuckles, his full attention on her.

“Oh, um, okay, yeah of course,” she laughed nervously, glancing down at her almost masterpiece.

But as she began to read the words in front of her, Peter was focused on something else more... distracting.

Even though only she torso could be seen over the top of his desk, his gaze trailed up and down her body, practically undressing her with his eyes, taking in every part of her, from the way her breasts looked against her sweater, or the way her hair perfectly fit her face, but most of all her lips.

He couldn’t help but think the most sinful things about them. What it would be like to kiss them, what they would look like wrapped around his cock or sucking on his fingers, or what they would look like if he came all over them.

He watched them as they moved, pronouncing each word with ease, the words she was speaking being practically unheard as she went on. And he didn’t miss the skirt that she was wearing when she walked in, perfect and white, something that just screamed “virgin”.

Time seemed to fly by as his thoughts drifted to sinful things, thinking about taking her on every surface in his classroom. On his desk, against the wall, even on top of the desk she sat at everyday in the front of the room.

“So,” she began to speak, Peter snapping into the real world again, “how was that? I think paragraph two was a little strange sounding, but does everything else sound okay?”

She was like an anxious puppy, emotionally vulnerable to criticism. But she was willing to take help if it would make her paper better. But that was in the back of the professor’s mind.

“It sounds amazing, you’re a really good writer, [y/n].”

This was the first time that the professor had used her first name, usually addressing her formally. It was strange to her, making her shift in her seat.

“I’ll tell you what. I have a special course,” he began, and of course, [y/n] always eager to learn, she perked up, “it a special one-on-one course. I save it for the smartest in each class.”

[y/n] was now completely focused on what he was going to say next, not knowing that this was the thing that would take a toll on her life as she knew it.

“That means you get a good grade on your paper there and even extra credit. It’s a little interactive, if you’re okay with that.”

[y/n] nodded hesitantly, Peter giving a smile that was hard to read, but the red flag went over her head, thinking that it was just another one of his friendly grins.

“Well, Miss [y/n], if you’ll take a seat at your normal desk, we can get started.”

She stood, making her way to her usual desk, taking a seat, Peter giving a shake of his head.

“No, no, take a seat on top of the desk, if you will,”

Without a word, she shifted, propping herself up on the flat surface, her hands folded in her lap, her legs swinging as her ankles crossed.

The position made Peter eager to get this going.

“Alright. Now, I’m going to do something, and I need you to understand that this is for a completely educational purpose, okay?”

[y/n] nodded, letting out a gentle “uh-huh,” before Peter got closer, a comforting expression visible on his face.

He nudged her thighs apart with his hands, treating her as if she might shatter. When he was finally positioned right where he wanted to be, he placed a hand on the small of her back, pressing her against him, her breath hitching, trying to keep the whimper she wanted to let out in her throat.

“I’m going to do something else now, then we can start the lesson,”

And without a response, he leaned in, his face going into the crook of her neck, laying a soft kiss. But one kiss turned into three, and soon the kissing turned into licking and nipping, the whimper now finding its way out of her mouth.

Meanwhile, Peter was in heaven. Her skin was as soft as it looked, her scent smelling like peaches and cider, and he loved the way her neck felt under the mercy of his mouth.

“Your doing wonderful, [y/n],” he muttering into her skin, the vibration making her arms wrap around him, similar to a hug.

He continued, and just before he stopped, me stuck out his tongue and licked a strip up her throat and up to her earlobe, before mumbling, “I think you’re ready to start the lesson now...”

Before she could respond, he pulled back, beginning to speak again, her arms loosening from his torso.

“Now this is a lesson that most people learn in college, but they never learn it the right way,” he began, her anxious gaze meeting his calm and collected one, “what I’m going to give you is a gift. An opportunity not many girls your age get.”

“W-What class is this for...?” [y/n] muttered nervously, “I don’t know if I want this-,”

Peter’s eyes darkened, not liking the sudden disobedience. And she was doing so good...

“You want the extra credit right? Would hate to see what it would do to your perfect grade if you missed out on an opportunity like this,” his voice was dark as he looked into her wide and frightened eyes, “don’t you want a good grade?”

[y/n] nodded, hating to think that there was ever a chance she would get a less then satisfactory grade in her favorite class.

“Good girl,” his voice softened, his hand running up and down soothingly as she began to lose tension, “I just want what’s best for you. You are my favorite student after all.”

[y/n] whispered a small ‘thank you’ but her breath hitched as she felt his hand drift farther up her thigh, up and under her skirt. With a small whimper, he touched her covered clit, making her jump.

She had never even touched herself there, the only thing close being when she would drive over a steep hill and she felt a strange feeling in her gut.

“What are you doing?” She anxiously whispered, Peter shushing her.

“Shh, this is the first lesson. Repeat after me. Pleasure is key.”

She silently repeated. She had never really had a class about something close to this accept for the sex talk they gave whatever many years ago in high school.

She felt so dirty. But what he was doing felt so good.

His actions progressed, pulling her panties to the side, his index and pointer fingers drifting across her folds. She whimpered, her nails latching onto his shoulders, her forehead now resting on his shoulder as she tried to wrap her head around what she was feeling.

“Look at you, your so wet... virgins get wet so easily...,” he growled, finding her clit quickly, making her grasp tighter onto him.

She felt as if she was in a movie. A dirty movie that her friends would sometimes put on. And every time, [y/n] would close her eyes during the sex scenes. But now it was like she was in one.

“I need you to slip off your skirt and your panties, alright? It’s time for another part of the lesson.”

Her nod was full of reluctance, but she did as she was told, her body betraying her mind. Peter watched as her clit was exposed, and absolutely hairless.

He felt like a kid on Christmas. All that time waiting, and finally seeing his gift. And it was just what he had asked for.

“I’m going to slip off your shirt and your bra now. This part requires you to be completely nude,” he said sternly.

Before she would absorb his words, her arms were pulled up, her sweater slipping off, her bra not too soon after. And unlike any other boy would, Peter removed it with ease with no trouble at all.

He stepped away, looking at his favorite student. Her hair was ruffled, her clit swollen as she stayed with her thighs spread, her breasts looking more perfect in person then he ever thought they would.

So many nights had he stroked his cock to the thought of her. The thought of what her body would look like. What sounds she would make. And most of all what she would look like on her knees.

“Absolutely stunning. Get on your knees, princess,” he pointed in front of him.

“Why?”

As soon as it left her mouth she wanted to stuff the word back in, the look in her professor’s eyes making her stomach tense.

“Get. On. Your. Knees.” He gritted, “I won’t ask again.”

She then scrambled to the ground, on her knees and looked up at him, her eyes pleading for forgiveness.

His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb rubbing against her bottom lip, her doe eyes attached to his wandering ones.

“Pleasure is key, remember? And because you don’t have a partner, you’ll be mine. Now the first part is with your mouth. I’ll show you how to do it to me. And then I will do it to you, understand?”

“Mhm.” She nodded, his hands reaching for his belt, unbuckling it slowly, her eyes glued to his hands.

As soon as he pulled both his pants and boxers down, stepping out of them, [y/n] was transfixed at the sight of such a falic part of the male body.

She had never seen one up close and in person before. It was flushed pink and twitching as if it had its own heartbeat.

“Take it in one of your hands,” and she did as he said, “now cup my balls princess,”

The instructions were easy enough. But it was hard to do. For her at least.

The contact to his cock and the sight of his favorite girl on her knees for him was enough to get him to cum on the spot. But he would rather cum down her throat.

“Open your mouth, [y/n].” He instructed, and she did as he demanded, tears almost forming, “now stick your tongue out,”

She looked so perfect like this. He was ready to make this angel a little less holy. To teach her that this was only something he could give her.

“So good for me,” he weaved his hand through the back of her head and in her hair, pulling her in closer, “put it in your mouth, princess, I’ll do the rest, yeah?”

She couldn’t help but lick it first before putting the tip in her mouth, her tongue swirling around it, hoping that she was doing a good job.

But she was suddenly jerked foreword, his cock going into her mouth, his tip poking at the mouth while she gagged. Tears welled up in her eyes, making Peter reach for her hand, holding it as he pulled back out, before sliding right back in roughly. Soon he set a steady pace, the girl below him desperately trying to steady her breaths.

Tears streamed down her face, her mascara ruined, her lips swollen, her hands holding onto his thighs to anchor him. She whimpered and whined against him, wanting to stop but the vibrations from her protest only spurred him on, fucking her face, his perfect little toy.

This was everything he had imagined and more.

“Such a good girl, just like that, you’re doing amazing - fuck -,”

A few more thrusts and he was right on the edge, his hand gripping on her hair tighter and his pace faster.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna cum down your throat, princess, just keep going-,”

When the warm liquid finally oozed out, she began to cough in her desperation for air. He pulled out, grabbing her jaw as he came on her face as she coughed up his cum, sobbing as she gasped for air.

And even though she was almost choked to death by her teacher’s cock, she still managed to let out a rough whimper: “Did I do good?”

“Yes, [y/n], you did absolutely amazing.” He panted, his face flushed, “I think you’ve learned enough for today, we’ll pick this back up tomorrow.” He sighed, grabbing his pants and slipping them back on and the girl scrambled to find her clothes.

Soon enough she was fully dressed, grabbing her bag. But she was soon pulled back by her arm, now facing Mr. Parker.

“Remember, [y/n], this club is only for my best students. Nobody else can know, or else they’ll all want to join. We can’t have that...,” he said quietly, giving a sweet kiss to her forehead as she closed her eyes.

“Yes, Mr. Parker...,” she muttered, hugging him gently, “thank you for the opportunity.”

“Of course. You are my favorite student after all.”