#this comment made me really happy sorryyyyy

[maythray]

@dykefish thats actually so on brand for me and qvonne and its really funny cause that sign (sagipio) is literally just the result i got from the extended zodiac quiz lole.. so \o/ core

[k3rm1e]

hiihi !! ive been loving all the stuuf yoube been wirting latley its so good :^D i ws wondering if i ciuld have some hcs ,or just a onrshot either or i dont mind, of reader geeting sick and mumza nd dadza take care of them ?? bc i lovr mr and mrs minecraft <33 liek like reader like "ahh im finr mr minecraft" and they have 102° fever Nd have a runny nose and mr minecatft is liek "mmm no i dont thnik so m8" nd yaeh !! they/them pronouns but i thnk uve benn doing that arleady - :^) anon

sickly

hiihi !! ive been loving all the stuuf yoube been wirting latley its so good :^D i ws wondering if i ciuld have some hcs ,or just a onrshot either or i dont mind, of reader geeting sick and mumza nd dadza take care of them ?? bc i lovr mr and mrs minecraft <33 liek like reader like "ahh im finr mr minecraft" and they have 102° fever Nd have a runny nose and mr minecatft is liek "mmm no i dont thnik so m8" nd yaeh !! they/them pronouns but i thnk uve benn doing that arleady - :^) anon

:^) anon my beloved;;;;; i love your brain. this could go two ways depending on whether you’re staying with phil or if you guys are online so i went with your staying with him. i also did a one shot but if you want hcs i hv no problem writing some :) i hope this is good!

cw: cursing

mumza and dadza take care of you:

  it had finally happened. while covid wasn't fully over just yet, many had gotten the vaccine and conventions were opening up again. which meant two things: meetups and twitchcon. finally, you could meet some of your supporters and see your friends.

  “mom, are we almost there?” your mom was driving you to the airbnb you’d be staying at with a few of the other dream smp members. at first, you assumed you’d all be staying in separate hotel rooms. but, this way, you could spend more time with friends, save money, and your mom wouldn’t have to be with you the whole time. there had already been many long conversations between philza and your mom to make sure you’d be safe staying with everyone.

  “yes, sweetie. almost there. we’re just two minutes closter than when you asked earlier.” ok, sue you, maybe you were a bit excited. but really, who could blame you? making in person friends had never been easiest, so the majority of your friendship were with people online. not being able to see or meet anyone for so long had been excruciatingly painful. 

  within ten minutes, you had finally arrived at the airbnb. quickly jumping out you ran to the door, obnoxiously ringing the doorbell. through the door, you heard an accented voice yell out, “i’m coming, i’m coming!”. at this point you were springing up and down on your tippy-toes, ready to spring out of your skin.

  the door opened and you were greeted by a very tired and annoyed looking wilbur, “hello?”.

`   “WILBURRRR!!!” you were screaming in his face (unintentionally), waking him up from his drowsiness. you launched yourself in his arms, not paying attention to your mother’s bewildered expression. you quickly let go of him and shoved past him, “i’m gonna go say hi to everyone!” distantly you heard wilbur begin to talk to your mother, explaining what you guys were doing.

  while running around you said hi to tommy, tubbo, ranboo, eret, fundy, niki, techno, phil and kristin. the others were either staying in another airbnb or in their own hotel rooms. after about thirty minutes, wilbur had finally stopped talking to your mom.

  “yes, ma’am. i can promise you they’ll be completely safe. you have absolutely nothing to worry about.” wilbur was calmly talking with your mother, looking more and more tired by the minute.

  “alright. thank you.” your mother called you over. “come give me a hug and say bye!” slowly dragging your limbs over, you let her hug you. behind you you could hear wilbur and phil laughing at you.

  “bye mom…” she was holding onto you tightly, petting down your hair.

  “oh, sweetie, i love you so much. i’m so happy you found something you're passionate about and made so many lovely friends while doing so.” as much as you loved your mom, the small snickers behind you were getting quite embarrassing. you could hear that tommy had joined in on the laughing. 

  “... i love you too, mom. can you let go now?” you tried pulling back, but all she did was pull you closer.

  “oh, but i just don’t wanna let you go. i love you so much, you know that right?”

  “i know, mom. i love you too. but you’ve gotta get home and i have to unpack and get ready for meeting with fans tomorrow.” you finally got her to pull away, “i love you mom, okay? thank you for letting me do this.”

  “oh, i love you too, sweetie.” and with that, your mom left. after watching her pull out of the driveway and down the street, you whipped around.

  “not. a. single. word.” you stared dead in the boy’s eyes, seeing just how much wilbur was about to burst out laughing.

  “what? personally, i think it’s very sweet.” tommy was smiling, purposely pissing you off. “so sweet, how much your mom loves you.”

  “shut your fucking mouth, tommy.” you stared deadpan at him and began walking inside and over to the kitchen.

  “what? i didn’t say anything wrong! i was just simply commenting on your very, very sweet relationship with your mother.”

  kristin moved forward to talk to you, “for what it’s worth, i do thing you hae a very sweet relationship with your mom.”

  “thank you. you’re the only good one in this house, kristin minecraft.” with that she laughed, and you all continued on with your evening. after staying up late watching old youtube videos, you all went to bed. in the morning you would have your first day of three at twitchcon, meeting fans and other creators alike. 

  for around 10 hours, you stood in booths signing fanart, prints, notebooks, and the like. meeting so many different people was eye opening, just learning who supported you. at the end of the day everyone went to a restaurant to eat dinner after so long.

  “this food… is so… fucking good.”

  “agreed.” you and the rest of the so-called ‘bench trio’ were eating at what wilbur had deemed the ‘kiddy table’. after eating so much food you were all tired. the rest of your friends had already left, walking back to the airbnb. when it was finally time to leave the restaurant, it was pouring rain.

  “WHY IS THE RAIN SO COLD IT’S LITERALLY SUMMER”

  after running home you had gone to sleep while the others had changed and taken showers. after sleeping for around ten hours, you had finally woken up. frankly, you felt like dogshit. you could barely breathe out of your stuffy nose and your head felt like it had been shoved full of wet cotton balls.

  instead of staying in bed, you got up and tried to get ready. on the way downstairs to get food and see who was making so much noise, you fell face first down the stairs. “owwwww…”

  hearing a ruckus, phil and kristin left the kitchen, where they were making pancakes. “holy shit! are you alright, mate?”

  pushing phil over, kristin walked over to you, “obviously they’re not okay phil! the poor kid is lying on the floor.”

  slowly getting up, you try to reassure both of them that you’re okay. “no, no, no, don’t worry. i am perfectly okay.” while you don’t know exactly how you sound, based on the expression on phil’s face, you don't think you sound very good.

  “uh, yeah, how about no. you sound like you’ve draken a whale bottle of vodka.” phil walked over to you and grabbed you by the arm, trying to hold you up.

  “i’m fineeee”

  “no, your fucking not. you’re burning up.” phil looked at you, angrily. “you need to go to bed.”

  “but i don’t wannaaaaa. i feel fineeee.” you felt like crying, for absolutely no reason. with that, you passed out on the floor.

  phil and kristin somehow managed to get you back up the stairs and into bed. once you were safely in your room, with no risk of cracking your skull open, phil took your temperature. “mate, your temperature is at nearly 102°. you’re lucky i don’t take you to a hospital.” he started at you, disapprovingly.

  “i’m sorryyyyy dadza. are you mad at me?” in your deluded state you pouted at him, like a child.

  “no, i’m not mad at you. just disappointed. you should’ve known not to do that. you’re old enough to know when you’re sick.” he stared at you with a disapproving look.

  “but that’s even worseeeeee” you felt like balling your eyes out. out of embarrassment, you tried to hide under your blanket. “can you tell mumza i’m sorry for worrying her?”

  above you, you heard phil laugh. “it’s not that big a deal, kid. i’m just upset. you could’ve seriously hurt yourself. i was worried.”

  “you were worried about me? awwwww, i love you too dadza.” you moved your head out of the blankets, smiling at him with dried tears and sweat on your face.

  “yeah, yeah. now shut up and go to bed.”

  kristin walked in, hearing what he said. “phil, don’t bully the kid. they already feel like shit.” out of the corner of your eye, you saw her look over to phil and smile at him.

  “i’m not doing anything, swear on my life!” he put his hands up in defense of himself, making you laugh.

  turning away from him, she directed her next question towards you. “how you feeling, kid? took quite a tumble there.” she smiled at you and ushed your hair out of your face.

  “i’m sorry for worrying youuuuuu. i love you, mumza. promise.”

  laughing, she leaned down to kiss you on the head. “love you too, kid. now, want me to sit with you and we can all watch some netflix or something?”

  you silently nodded and the two of them joined you on the bed, not caring very much if they got sick. after not even an hour, you all passed out.

  a few hours later, everyone returned back from the convention. let’s just say wilbur now had some very valuable blackmail.

hope you like it! this was so wholesome i- wfowcsjvri

i want parents like dadza and mumza now

[peeterparkr]

rogue|5|p.p.

chapter 5:doom.

summary: y/n Stark has lost so much that she had no choice but to lose herself

pairing: stark!reader x peter parker

warnings: endgame and far from home spoilers, angsty, swearing, anxiety

word count: 3000+1406= 4406

I don’t have any time but here it is!! I’m sorryyyyi didn’t even proof read this

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“Miss Stark! Miss Stark! Y/N!” “Y/N!” The flashes were blinding her. Overwhelmed, y/n pointed to a random journalist. 

“Yes?” 

“HotSpot news, we were wondering, who will take over your father’s place?” 

“No one can ever replace my father—“

“Will you be held accountable for anything that happens with Stark industries?” 

“Anything?”y/n blinked and turned to another journalist. “I—next question-“

“Daily Bugle. Do you think Spiderman will be the new leader of the Avengers? Will you be an avenger? Will you lead the avengers?”

“The Avengers was a group of their own—Spiderman is—part of them and I am not an avenger.” 

“What about your suit?” another journalist yelled, approaching the microphone as everyone else’s bustle was hidden through the crowd. “You have an armor don’t you?”

“I do—but—I am not a hero—“ y/n answered. 

“Why?””Are you someone we can trust, miss Stark?” “Would you respond if they were to attack us again?” “If more aliens come who are we gonna call?” “What about all the blipped people?" "How are you going to handle a company which you don’t know anything of?” “Are the blipped people getting their jobs back?”  “Are there any avengers left?” “Is Pepper Potts the owner of the company now?” “Where’s Steve Rogers?”  “Who will save us?””Are you going to take charge of—“

Y/n stopped listening. She was a teenager. A teenager who didn’t deserve to deal with all of this. She didn’t know any answer to any questions they were bombarding at her. She felt how suddenly everything was turning white as if she was about to collapse. Her breathing was getting heavier and quicker and her skin was turning cold. She was sick, she was sure of it. She needed to run away and she was sure that someone had poisoned her. 

She walked out of the stage, and as she was doing it she pressed the arc reactor on her chest as it started to quickly cover her, whatever had happened to her she knew Friday would quickly give her a diagnosis. The armour would help to protect her.

“Miss Stark? Why are you wearing the armour?” “Miss Stark?” “Y/N” the journalists kept pushing her. “Miss don’t leave!”

“Friday protocol leave me alone, send them out ” she ordered. 

“Copy.” Suddenly the press room was shut down and a fire alarm started to go off, the room was filled with screams and people running out of it. 

Y/N Stark was still shaking. 

“Friday what’s going on? Give—give me a diagnosis? Is it the heart?” 

“No cardiac anomaly, Miss.” 

“What is going on—I?” 

“Y/n?” A gentle voice was heard as a figure approached her. She felt his hand on her back.

“Friday what’s wrong with me?”

“Miss, my diagnosis is you’re having a severe anxiety attack.” 

"Anxiety--anxiety?" Y/n blinked. Happy kneeled beside her. She was on the floor, y/n didn’t even know how she had gotten on the floor.

“I’m—Happy—I—“ she couldn’t talk. “Friday fly me out, now, take me—take me out.” 

She pushed Happy away as she flew out of the room and up to the roof. She quickly got out of her armour. She breathed in and out, in and out. 

“Friday—call my father—call Peter—no, no, I can’t call anyone,” she said to herself. “I’m alone, I’m—I’m alone.” 

“Want me to call Pepper?” Offered the AI. 

She took a deep breath. 

“Call Peter Parker.” 

“Copy.” 

It rang a few times. He didn’t answer. 

“Insist.” She said and sat on the floor. 

“Hey.” 

His voice was—dry. 

“Are you—busy?” 

He didn’t answer right away. “I’m doing a group project, Ned and MJ.” 

She gulped. “I’m sorry—I’ll call later.”

“No, no—uh,” he cleared his throat. “Is everything okay? Do you need anything?” 

She thought about it, him, she needed him. But now he had to move on, she had to move on. 

She didn’t answer. 

“Y/N? Are you okay?” He asked. “Want me to come over?”

“I—“

“I’ll be there, where are you?”

She cleared her throat. “No, no sorry, just to remind you to pick up your passport and everything. I—uh, they—they changed something in the schedules, your school—uh, took care of that, they made a deal with a tour group um—“

“Were you really calling me for that?” Peter asked. “Are you sure you don’t—“ 

“No.” 

“Y/N—“ 

“It’s okay, it’s okay, love—I mean,“she coughed. “Peter.” 

“I don’t—“

“Bye, Peter.” 

She had turned around and fell to the ground, defeated. The one thing she had loved the most, she had pushed away. None of her life made sense at that point. Nothing, at all. Everything was so blurry. She didn’t want to be a part of that reality in which she was a stranger, an outsider to her own place. 

That was one of the last times anybody had seen her. Before that, nobody knew how hard it had been for her. People were talking. The press was talking. 

She had kept shut in her world and whenever she was seen outside she would make a scene. She’d be crying or ignoring people. 

“Y/N Stark descends into madness.” 

That was what they were saying. But she kept shut. She didn’t say a word. She knew she was falling into madness. She was seen always in her own world. They’d see her making annotations and then having to use her armour to escape situations. 

That pushed her to it. That had pushed her into trying to get herself back into a world that she could fit in, where she wouldn’t be as a psycho. She wasn’t one. People didn’t understand what she was going through. To lose the world she was supposed to live in, to add a new family member she was supposed to love and to lose her father, having to deal with the fact that she had lost him way long before. Adding an industry, a legacy, the new responsibilities, her left life. Her boyfriend. Her now ex-boyfriend. 

There were a lot of factors revolving around her supposed insanity. She guessed it was right, to think about that. To let the world think she had gone crazy and then fade out. They wouldn’t miss her. But oh, she would miss them. She would miss Pepper and Morgan and Peter. Would she be able to live in a world without Peter Parker? She didn’t know but she would find out. She was planning to stay in a world where her life didn’t have to be, to be in a world where she didn’t technically belong but she’d feel at home. It would be the same anyway, she didn’t belong in her own world either way. 

She knew people had kept talking. She went to Midtown high again, met Flash, saw MJ. 

She had seen her, pretty and different, and normal. Normal in the sole meaning that MJ wouldn’t be risking Peters life. Normal in a way that she wouldn’t be driven to insanity because MJ wasn’t supposed to be a hero. Normal, in a way that Mj could love Peter Parker and not feel guilty about it. 

And now he was with her, making a group project and in a month they’d be leaving to Europe. She should’ve gone with him. She belonged with him. But MJ was with Peter now,  y/n expected that. He probably would fall in love with her. 

While at that moment, y/n had gone straight to insanity. She didn’t know who she was anymore. The necklace that was around her neck didn’t belong to her. The life she was living didn’t belong to her.

So that’s when her project was almost finished, it just needed one last part and she knew he only one able to help her would be the one and only Tony Stark. That was it. Or maybe she could just...

7 months had gone through after the snap and she had seen Peter one last time, she had wished for a last kiss but she hadn’t given it to him. She had taken Morgan to the park one last time, she had had tea with Steve one last time, and she had watched a last movie with Pepper, she had escaped. 

She went back in time.

There she was now, standing in front of a blue screen again. 

“Model success.” 

They read the words over and over but didn’t believe it. Both Starks had been working for about two hours. It would work, y/n’s calculations were complete, she had made it all by herself and Tony just helped her build it, he was more than impressed. Tony knew she was alone, he realized that not even Peter had helped her with this. He knew that she hadn’t had Steve Rogers and he knew that she hadn’t approached Pepper. He was terrified because he knew that he wasn’t there, he couldn’t support her. He had failed to be with her. She was alone. 

He knew why she was there and he pitied his own daughter, not even himself. He knew this wasn’t his reality because whoever was standing there was his daughter but she was nothing like y/n. He realized it then. She had lost so much that eventually, she had no choice but to lose herself. But there was still that spark, there was still that hope. He had seen it in her eyes, sparkling miracles when she saw him. 

They had talked a bit. It was the way they were both saying I love you to each other, they weren’t very talkative but they both knew it that this was the way they could show the other how much they missed each other. He had missed her for those 6 years. Tony Stark had lost her way before the snap, and he blamed himself. 

“I assume future me knows better than to be helping you,” Tony commented. 

“I—“

“That assuming that I’m still around.” 

Y/N stayed quiet as she dropped the tool in her hand. She avoided his glance.

“Well, I hope you’re taking care of Morgan.” 

“I’m sorry,” she said, breaking into tears. “I’m so sorry dad—I.”

“I know,” Tony looked up, leaving on the table the screwdriver, walking over to her. “It’s not your fault, whatever happens, will happen.” 

“No—I—“

“It’s not your fault.” 

“I wanted to make you stay.” It hurt to listen to her. 

“So did I,” Tony whispered, y/n turned her head up. “Threat was imminent. I had to protect the only thing I couldn’t live without, and I didn’t. I didn’t make you stay.” 

“It was on me—“

“No, it was on everyone, out of spite, out of—I don’t know and now,” he walked over. “I have a chance of seeing you, telling you.” 

“I shouldn’t have left.” 

“You did it for you, you knew it was right,” Tony ruffled her hair. “And if we are here to blame anyone, my word is on Rogers.” 

That made her giggle. 

“I know both of us made choices, some of them I’m not proud of,” Tony said. “But I must’ve done something right if it made you come back here.” 

“I always regretted leaving,” she admitted. 

“I know, but mostly because of Peter, I know.”

She sat down. “People say I’ve gone insane.” 

“We’ve all got a little madness,” Tony reached out for her but she had already burst in tears, barely able to breathe. 

“It’s like I’m on the outside looking in,” she said. “As if I’m looking at a life that looks like I should be living, but it doesn’t belong to me, I feel as if I’m not the one supposed to be there.” 

Tony gulped. “We should finish, you should go back to your world.” 

“I don’t want to. I’m not leaving this time.”

“You have to, you’ll regret not going back, this isn’t your world y/n.” 

“I—I can’t go back to a world where I don’t belong,” she said. “I wasn’t expecting this to work. I just planned to stay here..” 

Tony pulled his daughter into a hug, how had he let her break. She was at her lowest point. 

"You can't do that to yourself."

"I can't keep on living without having you," she said. “I—I need to stay.”

"You will regret it, eventually you'll want to see Peter, and if this works, there can't be two y/n's." 

"But--" 

They had built it, it was supposed to work. They didn’t know what to do next.

"If this works," Tony said. "If this works-- you can come, whenever you want and see me, alright? This is a portal to realities, y/n. You’ll come back whenever you want.” 

"I-- what if it-- what if this reality also--?"

"Are you trying to impede bringing everyone back?" Tony frowned. 

Y/n was sure of it. She had gone insane. Suddenly every newspaper had been right, she was crazy because, at that moment, she wanted to stay there and stop him from snapping his fingers. She wanted to stop Hulk, she wanted to stop Steve from going back. She was so, so, so, so selfish. 

"Maybe there's another way, I just—I can’t leave.” 

“Yet you left Peter, you left Morgan, and Pepper,” Tony insisted. “How do you think they’re dealing with this.” 

“I—they will move on.” 

“People move on, not us.” Tony walked over to her.."We will see, but y/n, it's clear to me this is another reality because the y/n I know is a hero and she always does the right thing." 

Y/n frowned. "I'm not myself anymore, everyone says it, I might as well believe it and live to it." 

Tony rolled his eyes. "Why do you have to be such a pain in the ass like me?"

She blinked. 

“Don’t listen to them, what do they know?” 

Y/n pursed her lips. “It’s not as easy.” 

“They also said you wouldn’t be even half as smart as me, and look at you, you just basically discovered a multiverse and are willing to travel through dimensions,” Tony reminded her. 

“We don’t even know—-How do we know it works?” She asked. “I—I can’t believe I—“

“You might as well because we are going to prove it does.”

“How are we going to see this?”

“You’ll travel to a certain point in time to another reality and see if something happens.” 

“And what exactly do you have in mind?” Y/n frowned. 

“Something that’ll bring you back to your senses,” Tony warned. “Although I don’t know if I have a lab coat.” 

“Labcoat?” Y/n asked. Y/n frowned. “Where exactly are you planning to—“

“October 12th, 2015 Oscorp industries building.” 

Y/n blinked. The date did ring a bell and the place... 

“You want to see your boyfriend turn into a Spider?” Tony grinned. 

“We are not—he is— uh,” she gulped. “We broke up.” 

Tony closed his eyes. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this,” he took a deep breath, “but Peter has been the best thing that has ever happened to you.” 

“He is not—“ she lied. “I—I didn't break up with him because of-I well, I was--I think Peter should have better things than me, and he already met a girl, so it’s good.”

Tony frowned. “He didn’t break your heart, did he?” 

“I broke his.” 

“Then with more reason, you have to go back and win his heart. Let’s get this working.” 

“How are we going to know it then? We need a variable and you know—“

“Ugh, okay scientific method, then you’ll go back to this reality in that time, and then to the other reality, see if anything changes.” 

---

She was suddenly standing there, mid aisle as she looked around at the labs, everything was white and too bright for her. Maybe it had worked, there was not much to know if—had the machine worked—Earth-833 was any different than hers. There was no one way to know until something different happened. But right now, it was her own dimension. Her own Earth but years ago. 

This was her own reality. She was not ready to see Peter Parker. A young Peter Parker. She was walking down the aisle, clicking up some heels and trying to cover her clothing with the lab coat, she sneaked to get herself an ID, and she was trying to know if it worked by pressing it to open the elevator door. She knew this moment was crucial to know if it had worked. Her heart was beating fast. 

She walked into the elevator as soon as it opened. 

“Peter,” her shock was imminent. She was not expecting that. This had compromised the whole situation.“You’re wearing glasses—you’re all tiny—“ she whispered. She was about to cup his cheek when she saw he was staring at his hand and trying to cover it up. “What happened to you?”

The guy blinked and looked up. Peter was wearing his glasses, a red t-shirt. “You’re… you’re...Y/n Stark?” 

Y/n was in shock. She kept looking at him. She realized it then, he was just bitten by a spider. She was regretting everything. She wanted to stay. Make him stay. The moment she saw him, so vulnerable, so tiny, she wanted to come back to him, to his arms where she would find herself. Maybe she wasn’t lost but she had left, she was the one that got away. Away from him. That had been the reason why she had left because she couldn't be in his arms anymore because that spark in his eyes was gone. She knew that there were so many different things now that she didn’t want to care about the past, she didn’t care about her future. She just saw the figure standing in front of her, with glasses and smaller and younger. 

“Are you---y/n-- Stark? I didn’t know you worked here--ow. ”He frowned as he looked down at his hand. 

She got back to her senses. 

“Uh… Uh, uh, no, no, I get that a lot, sorry, sorry, I...” she cleared her throat. “I wish I was her, all rich. Ha, right? But I’m… I’m obviously not her, I’m older than her, she is… She is probably at uh, I don’t even know.”

“MIT probably,” Peter said, he closed his eyes. “That’s creepy, I mean everybody knows--” 

“No, no, you’re okay--” She blinked, blushing. It was weird. Seeing him. “I-- eh, I was going to go in.” 

“Yeah—eh, sorry, right,” he moved to the left, awkwardly standing and moving his hands. “Wait.. uh, how do you—How do you know my name?” 

Y/n was so nervous. He made her so nervous. Like the first time they had met, and it was as if she was meeting him again all over again. But she saw him, with hope, with everything. A 14-year-old Peter Parker, a Peter that would meet her just in a few months. 

“You have a name tag on your—shirt,” she said pointing at it. 

“Ah, right.” 

The elevator’s door closed and they didn’t move. 

“Oh--” 

“Uh--” 

They both reached over to press a button, their hands touched and they both chuckled nervously. “Sorry,” they both said. 

She smiled and pressed a random button. 

“Oh,” he looked down and then back at her. “I’m sorry-- you, you really do look a lot like her.” 

She chuckled. “Do you like her?” 

“Hm?” 

“I mean do you think she’s pretty?” 

He instantly blushed. “Well, yeah, yeah, of course--I mean. She’s y/n Stark, she’s so-- incredible and she’s super smart. And really beautiful.” 

She smiled, blushing. 

“Huh, who knows maybe you’ll end up meeting her one day and date her.” 

Peter started laughing. “As if someone like y/n Stark would ever even talk to me.” 

“You’d be surprised.” 

He cleared his throat. 

“What if someone from the future told you that? What would you do? That’d be crazy, right? Like hey, Parker, you’ll end up dating y/n Stark, or hey y/n/n you’ll end up dating a boy from Queens.” 

“I wouldn’t believe it,” Peter chuckled. “That’s insane.” 

“Huh, you really never know.” 

“Wait—“Peter scowled. “How do you know I’m from—Queens?“

Y/n blinked. “Uh—you’re from midtown high school right?” 

“Yeah—Yeah, right.” 

Y/n looked at his hand. “So, uh, why are you roaming around, did anything happen to you?” 

He gulped and covered his recent injury. 

“Ah—nothing, miss I really need to get back to my group.” 

“Right uh—they just finished the spider exhibition, so you'll probably have to go to—where did you tell me you had found them?” she whispered to herself. “Ah, right! Uh, the human power investigation.” 

“So—What floor is that?” He asked as the elevator door opened, meaning she had to get off. 

“Third floor,” she said as she stared at the opened door. “Thank you, Peter.” 

He raised an eyebrow. “What for?” 

“For—uh, the nice chat,” she lied. “Say hello to y/n Stark for me if you ever meet her, I’m sure you guys will be great friends.” 

She walked off the elevator and looked down at her watch, she was ready to go back home, she didn’t even need to prove her project worked, she needed to go back to Peter Parker. 

She came back to Tony First. 

“So how was it?”

“I was standing there looking at him and I felt alive again.

Tony grinned. “Good, But are you ready now? To go to Earth-833?” 

“Bring it on.” 

-----

Days before y/n’s disappearance. 

“Y/N Stark was seen flying with her Iron armour on Central Park, reports said that she was walking normally and when some tourists approached her she couldn’t speak to them, and as usual had another one of her countless attacks and flew off in her armour. People are wondering, has Y/N Stark truly gone insane? In a recent interview with C.E.O. of Stark Industries, Pepper Potts said that y/n is still grieving the loss of her father and shouldn’t be judged, what she saw and did before and after the blip was too much to handle--” 

“Y/n Stark, she’s the clue to all of this!” Quentin Beck said as he stood up, turning the volume down. “That’s it! I’m a genius!” He laughed. “Wherever she is, we need to find her! She’s all messed up already, it’ll make it easier!” 

William Ginter Riva paused as he looked at him. “What are you planning to do with her?” 

“Her brains might bring something in, if we trick her well enough she might even make this project better, and can you believe that someone like her is the heir to all the Stark Industries?” Beck laughed. “That kid’s gone so insane, she’ll help us, she’s so obsessed with that bastard of Tony Stark, we need to find her and when we find her—we will make her believe Tony is back! Then it’ll be easier to get into the system, and if we control her, we will control all of Stark Industries, we will have access to a whole new world of possibilities..” 

“As if we had a chance to get around her, she’s got a lot of security and she’s constantly having panic attacks, she’ll probably kill us with her armour before we even get the chance to get to her,” Victoria Snow said. “We need to really think this through.” 

“Besides we need a great story to convince her, and someone that could break her,” Dr Jensen said. 

“Wasn’t she dating Peter Parker?” Janice Lincoln, an unknown scientist former employee of Stark Industries asked. 

“She was,” Victoria answered. “As long as I remember, she was all over the place for him, they’d sneak to the labs sometimes.”

“Then it’s like taking candy from a baby! We’ll use both of them to manipulate the other,” Beck added. “She’s so vulnerable right now, we need to find a way to know exactly what she is doing, or… let’s get an idea from her, I’m sure she is building something,or—let’s make her think that she can bring Tony back, make her trust us, make Tony Stark appear in front of her, Lion King style all “Remember who you are” that kind of shit then we go from there. We will have the insane y/n Stark giving us the entire industry to our hands, and besides if we use her to get to Peter Parker we will manage to get E.D.I.T.H.” 

“But who would she trust? Who would she trust enough to believe it? We need to make sure she knows it’s real, she’s smart, she might be bonkers but she’s smart.” Asked Guterman.

“Peter Parker probably,” Victoria said. 

Beck wrinkled his nose. “No, no, we don’t know the kid enough to create an illusion, we’d need someone predictable.” 

“Steve Rogers,” Riva suggested. “She ran away with him.” 

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Beck said. “The only problem is that Steve Rogers isn’t--” 

“He’s alive,” Janice said. “Our recent information confirmed he’s living in Brooklyn, but he’s old now I’m not sure how that happened.” 

“So Steve Rogers appears to her, we get an idea to her head to bring Tony Stark back, we make Tony appear several times and then gosh I feel so wrong for this but how I wish--I hate y/n Stark more than I hate Tony Stark, she said I was unstable, can you believe it? I wanna make her so unstable that she doesn’t know what’s real anymore, I want her to go completely insane.” 

“An illusion of Steve Rogers we shall have,” Riva said. 

“If Tony was awful he wasn’t half as bad as she was,” agreed Victoria. “At least Tony knew he was a joke, y/n Stark believes everything she does needs to be far from all the hero’s duty, she is s full of herself.” 

“And that’s why we are taking her down as well, someone with her brains shouldn’t be out there fighting against us, we need her in our team even if we’re forcing her to be with us--She is just like us! Even she was tired of her being supposed to be a hero, the world didn’t listen or cared about her unless she was wearing a suit and now look at her! Let’s take her in our control, she will listen to us--Or at least, she’ll listen to her father.” 

“Then let’s do it,” said Victoria.

“This will be the doom of y/n Stark,” Beck smirked.  

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[peter-pan-on-neverland]

Caterpillar

Request: Imagine playing hide and seek with the lost boys and it's turning out that every boy is in love with you and wants to 'hide' with you to do stuff so you go with Felix since he always seems odd and cold. Turns out he is also in love. In the end pan gets also jealous when he finds out what they did while hiding (what they did is up to you if you like that request:) )

Pairings: Felix x reader

Warnings: there's no smut but there's a heated make out session 🤣

I AM SO SO SO SORRY THIS REQUEST TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT IM REALLY REALLY SORRYYYYY (please forgive me) ❤

I have been living on Neverland for as long as I could remember and to say that I was a little uncomftorble at times is a huge understatement. It's not that I'm happy here because believe me, I am, but the constant flirting of the boys just got too much at times, they would really start to peck my head and as sweet as the boys could be it would just get annoying. If it wasn't Noah commenting on the way my ass moved as a walked, or James saying to his friends about how much he'd love to have my lips on his, it was Will bragging to everyone about the things he would do to me if we were alone. No matter what, every single one of the lost boys had something to say about me, even Pan had an opinion, but there was one boy who hadn't commented on my body once, Felix.

He was odd, to put it lightly, keeping to himself a lot, we never really spoke other than an awkward 'hello' if we were ever alone with one another. If I were being completely honest, at first I thought he was gay, not that that's a bad thing, he just had never expressed a desire to have me, wether that be in a sexual way or not and if I was the only girl that had stayed on the island for years then I would've though the boys would jump at the opportunity, but not him. He was always so calm and collected, never once showing a hint of emotion, but the slightly red scar that ran down is face gave me some idea about the boys temper. His eyes were the complete opposite from the angry red scar that was permanently etched into his skin, his icy blue orbs remained cold and hollow, never once faltering or giving away any clues as to what he was feeling.

The sun had set on the island long ago, the sky burnt a golden glow no more so that the stars could come out and play. The cool breeze of the night sweeped it's way through the island, touching every plant and animal in sight, dipping into every cave and touching every river or stream. We all sat around aimlessly in a circle on the dirt floor, everyone waiting in anticipation, eager to see what game we were going to be playing tonight.

“I have an idea!” a lost boy exclaimed, excited to share., everyone's ears perked up at his voice, leaning in closer to find out what his suggestion is "How about we play truth or dare?"

"No, Alex, we played that last night, remember?" Another boy chipped in, clearly annoyed at his friend "How about we play hide and seek?"

The boys pondered on the though for a while, still not everyone was in total agreement.

"I’ve got an even better game!" A boy named Oscar exclaimed as he crawled his way up onto a rock.

"What’s your bright idea this time?" Another lost boy chimed sarcastically, making a few other boys laugh, even I let out a little giggle.

"Its called Caterpillar. It’s like hide and seek but when you find someone, you stay by their side the rest of the game!" He exclaimed proudly.

The boys all exchanged glances at each other, smirking into the night, was there something I was missing? One by one the boys eyed my hungrily, causing my arms to explode with goosebumps. I kept my e/c eyes focused on the dirt ground, trying not to draw too much attention to myself.

All the boys had seemed to reach an agreement

"Ok, what are you all waiting for? Everyone Scram! Ten seconds to get to your hiding spots!" Pan boomed as he got up to his feet, his thick British accent standing out loud and clear for everyone to hear.

Within a flurry of laughs and scurrying, everyone seemed to vanish into thin air as they blended in perfectly. Peter climbed up a tall evergreen tree as fast as he could, his rough hands scrapping along the bark and started to count down at the top of his lungs. His voice echoed through the trees, reaching every nook and crannie on the island, undoubtedly reaching the ears of the lost boys.

"Ten, Nine..."

Quickly, I rushed to my feet, taking off into the forest as fast as my small legs could carry me. There was a burning in my chest as I pushed my legs harder, my body was screaming for more oxygen as I keep on pushing, the jungle around me became a blur of dark green as I ran further and further. Finally, deciding that I had come far enough I began to slow my pace down until my light jog became a steady walk. With nothing to but wonder around, hoping that I didn't bump into Pan, I had nothing to do but be alone with my thoughts. Looking down at my feet I made sure that I didn't stumble over any stray logs or tree roots, but making sure that I wouldn't trip up sure didn't stop me from falling over as I smacked into something hard.

"Woah." A familiar voice cooly exclaimed "You better watch were you're going."

Looking up, my eyes were met with none other than Felix. His icy blue eyes stared back at me coldly as his tall body loomed over mine. The scar that ran down his face was almost completely cover by his hood as his wooden club was slung effortlessly over his broad shoulders. I was stuck in place, permanently staring up at him.

"Well," he spoke, sticking out a hand for me to grab onto "looks like we're stuck with each other for the rest of the game."

I smiled up at him as our fingers intertwined causing butterflys to aimlessly flutter around in my stomach, why was I feeling like this? I had never felt this way around any of the boys before, what made Felix so different? Shrugging off the thought and the weird feeling which welled in the out of my stomach, I got back up onto my feet.

"Uh... thanks" I said as we began to walk, not fully sure if I had just imagined his fingers lingering on mine or not, "You know I'm kinda glad I ran into you and not one if the other boys."

He looked at me confused, "and why's that?" He asked, his voice was as deep and husky as ever.

"Because, you don't try to flirt with me 24/7 Like everyone else." I said.

"What, you're telling me that our one and only lost girl doesn't like the attention?" He says sarcastically, placing a hand on his chest in fake shock causing me to let out a little giggle.

"Well, ok I do kinda like the attention, the boys can be so sweet to me but it just gets annoying sometimes." I explained.

His face softened and the corner of his lips curled up as he let out an low chuckle.

"Do my ears deceive me, or did I just hear the almighty, cold-hearted Felix giggle."

I couldn't be sure if it were my eyes playing tricks on me or if it was just the lack of light hiding it well, but I couldve swarn I saw a light brush dance across the second in command cheeks.

"Shut up." He said, turning his face around in an effort to try and hide it from me, in the process giving a glimpse of his very nice jaw line.

Damn.

Finally, we had arrived at a quite spot, somewhere deep in the jungle of Neverland. We took a seat in a secluded, well hidden area were no one would be sure to find us, the bushes and trees kept us well hidden from everyone's else. An awkward silence hung over the both of us, nether of us really had anything to say.

"So...." he began, but we both knew that this conversation wasn't going to go anywhere.

You know that awkward giggle people do when you have nothing to say to each other so you just end up retardedly laughing? Well that's exactly what I was doing.

"What's so funny?" The tall blonde asked me, with a bashful smile on his face.

"Ah, it's nothing." I said, returning to the awkward silence "ok, I have a question."

He looked at me with a raised eye brow "And what would that be?"

"When I first came to the island, what did you think of me?" I asked innocently.

"Well don't get me wrong I obviously thought that you were pretty." He said as pink dust coated his cheeks "I also had my doubts about you, I wasn't sure if you could handle what the island would throw at you, but now I know that you can."

"Awww, you had me at 'I thought you were pretty'" I joked.

"Oh, fuck off." He said letting out a little laugh before our surroundings became silent once again "So, what did you think of me?"

"Honestly?" I asked "I thought you were gay."

If Felix was drinking water he would've spat it out, looking back at me in disbelief.

"W-why did you think I was gay?" He asked me in shock.

"Well, like I said before you never flirt with me like the other boys do so I just kinda thought...."

"I. Am. Not. Gay." He said, looking me right in the eyes.

The tone of his voice sent a shiver to run up and down my spine, but I couldn't work out weather it was because I was scared or not.

"Are you sure?" I teased.

"Yes! I've been here for over a hundred years, I think I would know if I was attracted to boys." He laughed at me.

"Well what if you didn't know?" I suggested "What if you just haven't had your sexual awakening yet?"

He chuckled at my comment, "Still, I'm not gay."

"Prove it." I said to him.

He looked me dead in the eyes, hesataiting for a moment before grabbing my by the collar of my cloak and smashing his lips against mine. To say it was perfect was an huge understatement, the kiss was sweet with whispers of desire. His hands moved to the smol of my back, pulling me close towards him until my legs were resting ether side of his torso. Our tongues met as they danced together, my finders intertwined themselves into his blonde hair, causing him to kiss me harder. Slowly, his fingertips wonder further down my back landing in my ass before squeezing.

"Felix." I whispered against his lips, he took that as an invertation to pull me in even closer, my chest was flushed against his while his hands travled up my thighs gentally rubbing circles on my clit through my underwear. Moaning into the kiss I started to grind myself against him, causing small grunts to fell past the boys lips.

"You have no idea how bad I've wanted this." He whispered hungrily in my ear before returning his lips to mine. I felt my cheek reden as he smirked into the kiss as a consequence of my reaction.

"Y/n?" Someone asked.

Quickly pulling away from Felix, I turned to face the boy. There stood a tall boy, no older than sixteen, his brown eyes stared at us in shock.

"U-um... Nick!" I exclaimed, not expecting anyone to find us.

"Uhhhh guys!" He yells over the the group of lost boys which were undoubtedly watching mine and Felix little rondevouez through the bushes "I found them!"

"Oh so they were here-" Pan says, stepping onto out little hiding place, his eyes darkened when he saw his second in command sitting on the floor, a dark blush coating his cheeks and me awkwardly sitting beside him, "Come on boys, let's go back to camp."

The boys left, leaving me and Felix awkwardly sitting beside each other.

"So uhhhh...." he began, scratching the back of his neck "I wouldn't mind doing that again."

He bit his lip as I leaned in, straddling his waist once again before kissing him deeply.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT!!! Anon, I hope you're still here and you can across this I just want you to know how sorry I am and I really hope you liked the story 😍❤ xxxxx

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