#tony lives because he found a loophole

[ask-ursa-tonypeter]

[fic: double-blind] what might it look like if Peter had taken Extremis? What sort of personality traits, morals, abilities would be respectively amplified or suppressed? What might SIM!Tony and Extremis!Peter's relationship have looked like (would there be mutual attraction or would they hate each other, or something else)? What might non-Extremis Tony (meaning, he had never taken Extremis) and Extremis!Peter's relationship have looked like? And what would the relationship between post-Extremis Tony and Extremis!Peter look like, meaning that Tony has the knowledge and memory of what he/SIM Tony is capable of but no longer the capacity?

This is such a long and complicated meta question, so thank you for your time, whenever you get the chance to answer this!

[[🐻ursa interlude🐻

Extremis!Peter: hmmm well, like Tony's megalomania still filtered itself through the self-serving excuse of an "altruistic" desire to ~take care of people~ I think Peter would still want to be Spider-man and "help" people! But his intentions would become a lot more wrathful, with more focus on hunting down and "punishing" criminals than genuinely being about preventing/mitigating harm.

Basically, if faced with the classic "nyeheheh spider-man, you can either save allll these people and let me get away, or let them die and catch me!" situation, he would catch the villain rather than save the people, lmao. He would also be a lot more confident/self-assured as Peter as well as Spider-man– I think the outward changes would be a lot more obvious for him than Tony, just because Peter suddenly being a confident-to-the-point-of-arrogance live-out-loud type would be a much bigger shift!

SIM!Tony and Extremis!Peter: oh this is the ideal for SIM, haha. (And was his actual plan, though he wouldn't have anticipated the changes to Peter's personality– until he found out that Peter already had a healing factor as Spider-man, he was going to inject Peter with Extremis to keep him safe from the compound released into the water supply.)

Peter would have the same "everyone else is inferior 💖except my dad💖" mental loophole that Tony does about Peter, and he would totally buy the "short-term crime for long-term utopia" plan once they knew each other's identities! (I'd say that things would get potentially very nasty before that point, but honestly egotistical Extremis!Peter would probably not be nearly as careful about safeguarding his identity, so Tony would figure it out before they had the chance to fuck each other up too bad lmao.)

So following that… their mutual obsession with each other would dovetail very nicely, haha. SIM would 100% get his "ruling the world from the shadows with my son-lover-queen at my side" fantasy and they would have a great time. There might be some bumps in the beginning when Peter's own ego rankled under Tony's paternalism but if anything I think Tony would come around to seeing this version of Peter as a legitimate equal, so they would get it sorted out pretty quickly. Happily ever after in awful toxic tooth-rotting villainous love!

Extremis!Peter and normal Tony: WOOF. Well, again, I think Tony would figure out Spider-man's identity pretty quickly, since even as non-Iron Man he would have reason to be curious about the vigilante causing just as much collateral damage as he was fixing, and he would have already noticed the changes in Peter's behavior.

Their interactions would be a mess. Peter would initially be enthusiastic about Tony knowing (because he wouldn't think he was doing anything wrong, obvs!) and would be disappointed and put out when Tony was horrified instead. I could see things going a couple different ways– Peter begrudgingly agreeing to be more careful if it would smooth things over with his dad, Peter forcing the point by challenging Tony on what he was actually going to do to stop Peter if Peter refused to change his ways (I don't know the answer to that question and neither would Tony lmao,) Tony cottoning on quickly that something had to have changed Peter for him to be acting like this and essentially deciding to play nice/supportive while he investigated what it was…

It would be a whole THING. And yes, I do think Peter's obsessive feelings towards Tony would take that sexual/romantic bent even without Extremis!Tony there to put the thought in his head just because, well, when you only accept one other person on the planet as being your near-equal…!! Which would be its own fucked-up dynamic that Tony would have to navigate once he caught on. Yikes!

Extremis!Peter and cured!Tony: if anything this would probably be easier for Tony to manage on the Peter side of things if not on his own "coping with what he did under the influence of Extremis" side of things! He would be able to better anticipate how Peter thought/worked to be able to manipulate him into a position where he could administer some kind of cure. But then, you know, he would have to contend with all the original consequences of SIM!Tony's actions on top of the new horrors of what he and Peter would've gotten up to as a team, so… still yikes!!

(A THOUGHT: I don't know that Tony would allow things to happen this way but it's hot to think about: reverse of the original fic where Extremis!Peter comes on to either normal or somehow-cured Tony, Tony plays along as a ploy to get into a position where he could inject Peter with a cure, but… Peter's enhanced and Tony's not, so Tony is too slow for Peter not to catch him in the act, Peter gets rid of the cure, and then he keeps right on going with the sex. 🥰)

tl;dr: yikes all around]]

[eljeebee]

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HI FRIEND!!!!!!

(i almost lost the notif but good thing i checked my inbox)

Thank you for sending 🌻 i will literally yap about anything!!!

I'm still rewriting some stuff (is it really rewriting or is it just me reorganizing my OCs' lore in my mind??) for my OCs, and one of the things I want to write about is Priscilla and Moumou staying immortal together.

Moumou does not have the same level of power Priscilla has, but Moumou will literally bend his reality in a way where he will not die, where he will always keep himself alive for as long as Priscilla lives (e.g. Forever) because he cannot fathom why Prisicilla continues living even when everyone they know and love are dying.

The grief is gradual. Priscilla knew Albert would be the first to die. She knows it's inevitable, and she knows Albert would hate her if she continues to wallow in grief in his passing. Moumou's first humanly thought was formed. He wanted to keep as close to his mom and dad, and to live as long as them.

This leads to Priscilla giving Tony a piece of her (her blood, her hair, her nail) to extend his life or to make him immortal like him. Tony won't mind, I mean he gets to live alongside his wife so why not? That piece of her in Tony responds to her, which means she has a hold of him, which keeps him alive...but how long?

Eventually, Tony would die next. I don't know...in a war? Space war? Or something, but some event where Priscilla cannot have a hold on him anymore, not even the piece of her inside his body could save him.

Which leads to Tony's death. Priscilla grieved for one whole week. Devastated that even if she had found a loophole that kept him alive, Death did not stop to get what is his. Moumou's second humanly thought was formed. He felt his power, flowing through his feline body. It's as if he willed himself that he will be immortal, for Priscilla. Moumou doesn't want her to be alone.

In the end, Priscilla and Moumou are the ones left alive in the future. With their old friends long gone from the past.

[aurumacadicus]

I offer virtual doughnuts. If you're still looking for titles for your (frankly amazing) ficlets, I just got this stuck in my head. "In upstate York did Tony Stark a stately pleasure dome decree." (Context: In Xanadu did Kublai Kahn...)

I am so bad at poetry y’all 😩😩 Just so you know, there’s no actual character death. It’s a fake character death. It’s symbolic. I tried my best.

In Upstate York Did Tony Stark a Stately Pleasure-Dome Decree

“He’s learned nothing from his father,” Sam said, crossing his arms as he frowned at Steve where leaned back against the castle wall.

“He’s learned nothing from his mother,” Natasha disagreed, coming to stand beside him.

Steve frowned, tipping his head back to stare up at the sky. It was covered with splotches of gray and black clouds. Had been since Tony had done the blood rite to make his lands a utopia. Like his father before him had done to keep a coup from happening. Like his mother before him had done, in the vain hope of avenging her husband. It was apparently the family curse, making their land prosperous only for it to fall to ruin before their eyes.

“Famine, do you think?” Clint asked quietly.

Pestilence had been Howard’s downfall, cut down alongside commoner and noble alike. They were still trying to get a proper count of how many had died of plague, but it was slow-going. It was estimated to be in the thousands. War had been Maria’s, and she’d donned her husband’s armor to overthrow a neighboring country, because she’d believed their healers had kept the cure away from them. She’d conquered the country, but she’d been struck a death blow on the battlefield, and had lived long enough to pass the crown over into Tony’s shaking fingers.

Steve sort of hated them for it. Hated Tony for following in their footsteps, too, even as his heart ached for him. He hadn���t had a chance, really.

“The magic doesn’t allow for famine,” Bruce said after a moment. “And while Queen Maria died at war, they conquered. York has continued to thrive even after the demise of two monarchs in quick succession. Will probably continue after a third,” he added bitterly.

“Isn’t there anything we can do?” Bucky asked. “Tony’s the last in the line of Starks. What will happen when he’s gone?”

“Parliament will take over, probably,” Natasha muttered. “They’ve been champing at the bit ever since Howard died.”

“So. What’s the plan?” Clint asked, looking up at Steve. “Make the call, Captain. We’ll follow you.”

Steve sucked in a deep breath, then let it back out slowly. He’d pledged his fealty to Tony when he was seven years old and Tony was nine, the first time he’d laid eyes on him. The rest of the King’s Guard made fun of him for this regularly, but they took the sting out of it by trusting him to make the right call. He just thanked the gods that they weren’t aware that the story continued with him telling Tony that he wanted to marry him when they grew up, and Tony had very sweetly given a non-answer like all good politicians did, even if his cheeks had gone rosy. He’d looked back at Steve as his tutor had dragged him away, smiling wide.

“We protect the king,” Steve said simply, and the others nodded, faces grim but determined.

--

He chose death.

Steve took the stairs three at a time, the words ringing in his ears. He could hear the rest of the guard’s swords clashing with the intruders’ behind him. 

He chose death.

Apparently, during the rite, the Starks had gotten to choose how the magic consumed them. Howard had chosen pestilence because he had hoped it would be slow, so he could be with his family longer. He’d lingered in his illness, but not in a way where he could have held his family close.

He chose death.

Maria had chosen war because of the rage within her at the loss of her husband. Part of her had believed that the country she’d set out to conquer had hidden a possible cure for the pestilence, but the other part of her had known she would die quickly instead of the slow suffering that her husband had.

He chose death.

Tony had been acting strange. Twitchy. Distracted half-smiles and fluttering hands. “I’m sorry,” he’d said one night. “I know we were just children. I said what I was told to say. But what I really wanted was to say yes.” Steve hadn’t known what to say, so he’d just said ‘thank you.’ He felt like an idiot about it now. He should have asked what he was talking about, or pressed him for the reason he was acting so off. He’d been too distracted by the affection fluttering through him at Tony’s admission that he hadn’t found the strength to.

Because Tony had chosen death. Because he was better than his parents that way--he had no intention of taking anyone with him. No pestilence wiping out the elderly and the young along with their king. No war taking young men and their queen. Tony had chosen death, because he intended for his people to live.

Steve hit the landing and braced himself behind his shield, powering right through the wooden doors, shouting, “Tony!”

Tony turned where he was, standing on the railing of his balcony. His eyes softened when he saw who had burst through the door. “I’m so sorry, Steve.”

“NO!” Steve shouted desperately, reaching out even though he knew he was too far away.

Tony reached back, giving him that same soft, rosy-cheeked smile he had when they were kids, but this time, it didn’t quite reach his eyes. At the same time, he threw himself backward, off the railing, and into the sea below.

[irondadfics]

hi! im looking for this fic thats fairly popular, i it read earlier this year, peter is calling ned and they are talking about a bunch of rabdom stuff, like the time they thought they had weed at a party but it wasn’t actually weed as peter raids the kitchen for hidden candy and the avengers and tony are like behind him/listening to him and he doesn’t know but he gets ‘caught’ and meets the avengers for the first time. im pretty sure it was like one or two chapters. thank u!!!!!

Two possibilities for you!

Peter Parker's Super Secret Snack Stash by coconutknightshade

"It's D, Peter. We talked about this."

“No it’s not, Ned. Because if it were D then I would be wrong and that would put me at a 65% already on this practice exam and we haven’t even gotten through it all. I can’t fail another history exam, Ned! This last one is worth 60% of our grade! If I fail this final then I’ll fail the class and if I fail the class then I’ll be kicked out of school-”

“You’re top of our year, Peter.” You can almost hear Ned’s eye roll as he talks over Peter.

“- and if I’m kicked out of school then I’ll be forced to live on the streets exchanging sexual favors for money and I can’t do that, Ned! I wouldn’t even know what to charge- I mean, what’s the street value of a blow job, Ned? Do you know? Because I sure as shit don’t.” At this point Ned is outright giggling over Peter’s theatrics.

---

Or in which Peter uses FRIDAY's system to have a conversation with Ned about AP History while he's sneaking into his super secret snack stash in the kitchen.

Or in which Peter's spidey senses betray him in the most embarrassing of ways.

In the Name of Science! by Grace_d

“You can't use Mister Stark's four hundred dollar tequila to grow diamonds.” Ned says, more blaster fire from his end of the line.

“Diamonds which I could then use to line the repulsor systems.” Peter bites into his apple. “And then I’d always be with him.” Peter adds, “in Spirit.”

"I see what you did there,” Ned says, “and I respect the pun. And the concept. Super freaking cute man. And lame. But mostly cute."

OR Peter's broken his phone again, but luckily FRIDAY can just broadcast his chats with Ned throughout the penthouse. Too bad his spidey-sense doesn't warn him about Mister Stark's unexpected visitors. And if he ends up in Wakanda after that- well he may have found a little loophole in Tony's orders to stay home.

Inspired by @coconutknightshade's amazing "Peter Parker's Super Secret Snack Stash"

[parkersharthook]

We’ve Only Just Begun

Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: bad words, crack fluff

2.5k+ words

Reference TikToks: kiss my best friend challenge & rich best friend check

series masterlist

~.~

“Peter I’m bored.”

“Hi bored, I’m Peter.” Peter looked to you with a small smirk

“I know, I did just address you. Also, never say that joke to me every again if you wanna keep dating.”

“ooh, harsh crowd.” Peter laughed.

“babyyyy I’m bored. It’s summer vacation, I should not be this bored.”

“y/n, you’re distracting my intern.” Your dad snipped quickly, elbows deep into some kind of machinery. You weren’t really sure what they were working, having gotten very uninterested once they started. “He’s helping me right now; do you want me to lose an arm?”

You rolled your eyes and spun around in the chair, “dad you always take him.”

“hey, you get him every day during the school year. Summer is my time.”

Peter looked between the father and daughter with a brow raised, “are you two seriously fighting over me right now?”

“well I wouldn’t have to fight over my boyfriend with my dad if Harley was here right now. That selfish idiot left and now you’re the only wonder boy to entertain my dad.”

Tony scoffed and held out his hand, wordlessly asking Peter for some tool. Peter handed it over immediately before turning his head back, “where did Harley go?”

“I don’t know, he just said he was leaving and walked out.”

“maybe he’s got a hot date.”

You huffed and slouched in the seat, narrowing your eyes at Peter. “makes one of us.”

Tony laughed and twisted slightly to give you a wink, “sorry honey but that was the deal. I let your boyfriend stay here if he helps me out.”

You rolled your eyes so hard Peter was concerned you’d see your brain, “oh puh-lease, you wanted Peter here just as much as I did. Either for Spidey stuff or normal nerd stuff, you’re just using this as an excuse.”

“fine but at least I’m not complaining about him sneaking into your room every night.” Peter sputtered, his face going instantly red and almost dropping whatever mechanic was in his hand.

“oh Mr. stark, i- we don’t- it’s not-“

“relax kid, if I was going to crucify you I’d have already done it.” Tony spun to face you, “now can you please go bother someone else. If you really want to spend time with Peter you’ll let us finish this.”

You huffed and left the lab as Peter blew you a quick kiss causing you flip him off jokingly. This is not what you wanted when you wished for your boyfriend to get along with your dad.

--

It had been a few hours and you were still bored. You had promptly gone to your room after leaving the lab and gone on tiktok, you’re absolute favorite way to waste time but now you were bored again. And you missed Peter, especially after a stupid trend kept popping up on your fyp of people kissing their “best friends” making you realize you weren’t kissing your very kissable boyfriend right now.

As if he could read your thoughts, Peter waltzed into your bedroom and immediately shucked his shirt off to wipe his face and hands.

“well hello to you too stud.” You said, biting your lip and very obviously ogling his toned body.

Peter laughed as he threw his oil stained shirt into the hamper and went to grab another from the dresser. You pouted, “why are you putting a new one on? You look fine without it.”

“because it’s the middle of the day and anyone could come looking for us and I am not about to be killed by any of the avengers because I’m corrupting their ‘little princess’”. Peter said as he put the new shirt on and flopped next to you, his chin now resting on his hand as he looked up at you.

“ugh they need to get over themselves and realize that we’re adults who’ve been dating for three years and basically already live together.”

Peter shrugged, his empty hand rubbing against your bare leg casually. “you’re always going to be the little girl they watched grow up.” He laughed at your pout and squeezed your thigh, “what have you been up to? Cured your boredom?”

“No.” you huffed, “just been scrolling on tiktok. Kinda want to start making them, could be fun.”

“what would you make?”

You shrugged, immediately struck with a great idea. “I don’t know whatever the trends on. I’m gonna put the tv on, don’t move.”

You shimmied out of bed, setting your phone up as discreetly as possible and turning on your tv. You started the video and moved back to the bed. You knew the trend was to kiss a best friend but you thought it would still be fun with Peter, plus you are best friends… you’re just also already dating. So not cheating, just a loophole.

Peter was still on his stomach, hand supporting his face, as he scrolled aimlessly through Instagram. And with you sitting against your headboard, it looked friendly enough. You waited for the right time before sliding down so you were laying next to him, practically under him. He looked up at you and smiled and for a second you were worried that he was gonna go ahead and kiss you but luckily he waited just long enough where you could initiate it in time with the song. You surged forward, hand immediately coming to weave into his curls to pull him closer.

Peter was obviously not expecting you to kiss him so aggressively so he fell slightly before catching himself on one arm that was now positioned next to your head, the other going to hold your hip. Now you really were under him.

You got lost in kissing him for a few moments when you realized the video was probably done and detached your lips. You giggled as Peter chased your lips, eyes still mostly closed. You slid out from beneath him and walked over to your phone.

“wha- where are you going?” Peter pouted, running his hands through his messy curls. You bit your thumb nail slightly as you rewatched the video, it was cute. “did you take a video of that?”

You nodded and showed him, watching a goofy smile stretch onto his face as he looked up at you, “so when you said you were gonna start filming TikToks you meant immediately.”

You shrugged and sat next to him, “no but the opportunity presented itself.”

You quickly captioned the video ‘sooo I kissed my bsf’ and tagged Peter’s account before posting it and throwing your phone to the side.

Peter kissed your bare shoulder, “is this gonna become a regular thing?”

You giggled and shrugged, “I don’t know. Guess you’ll have to wait and see.” Peter groaned, grabbing you around the middle and falling back onto the bed, pulling you down with him.

--

It was a few days later when you opened tiktok again, surprised to see your video had racked up 600 thousand likes and over 5 million views. You were surprised to see that it had gone semi-viral and yet no one recognized you. Not that you had your legal name in your username and you definitely weren’t as famous as your dad and family, but you weren’t hidden away either. Honestly though, this was kinda nice to just be another twenty-one year old on tiktok, posting stupid videos for fun.

You went to the comments immediately to see what people were saying and laughed at some of the funnier ones. You noticed that even MJ had commented.

Usera: aw so cute *blocked*

Userb: ms girl… he’s been waiting for this

Userc: no way best friends kiss like that

everythingbagel: “bsf” yeah fucking right y/n

⇲ begginstrips: hehe love you mj

You went back to your fyp and scrolled through a bit before you ran into stassie baby’s video of her showing off Kylie’s car collection with the audio saying, ‘rich best friend check’. You quickly sent the video to Peter, who was currently at lunch with Harry and Ned.

y/n: wanna do this when you get back?

Peter: lol sure seems funny

it was a few more hours before Peter got back to the compound, him easily finding you curled into the couch watching How To Train Your Dragons. You smiled as he dropped a kiss to your forehead, “this movie again?”

“it’s one of the best movies ever made,” you sassed back, “so yes, this movie again.”

He leaned down over the back of the couch smiling into your face before giving you another quick succession of kisses. “wanna film that tiktok?”

You checked the time before nodded, languidly stretching your body and standing up. “where should we start it?”

And that’s how Wanda found you and Peter at 3 am, videoing rando fancy stuff around the compound, you strutting and swaying your hips dramatically. Wanda followed Peter around, who was filming, laughing at your antics and giving you tips on what to include. The three of you got so loud, that Tony eventually woke up to investigate what the three of you were up to… as it was usually not great.

“are you sure we can film this? I don’t reveal any state secrets.” Peter whispered not so well.

“what state secrets are we revealing?” you whirled around to see your father, one brow raised and a hip cocked to the side.

“good entrance, very dramatic dad.” You said with a laugh, “and there aren’t any state secrets being revealed.”

“what are you filming?”

“A tiktok.”

Tony rolled his eyes, “I’m not even gonna pretend to know what that is. Anyways go to bed, you guys are being loud.”

“yeah, yeah. We’re just finishing up.” You watched your dad walked away before turning back to Peter and Wanda, “let’s go film in front of one of his suits.”

--

Peter had posted the photo to his account and captioned it: “@begginstrips is my sugar momma ;)” before promptly throwing his phone to the floor and passing out next to you in bed.

It was 10 in the morning – which was far too early as you and Peter had only fallen asleep at 4 am – when MJ started calling you and didn’t stop until you literally rolled out of bed onto the floor to pick up.

“what the fuck m? it is too fucking early.”

“you’re all over the news.”

You paled, “what?” Everything you ever did wrong very quickly flashed through your eyes, your mind scrambling to remember what was caught on camera.

“yeah your tiktok went viral. People are freaking out.” You sagged in relief.

“Jesus mj you can’t just say that shit for it to be tiktok.” A pause, “wait which tiktok?”

“the one Peter posted of his ‘rich best friend’ and you walking around the compound.”

You let out a quick laugh, “oh ok. That’s not that bad.”

“also can we talk about this whole best friend schtick you and Peter have going on tiktok? What the fuck?”

You chuckled slightly before crawling back into bed, your heart now beating at a normal pace. “the first one was just a trend so I lied to follow it and then it was just the sound. Also he is my best friend, he’s just also my boyfriend.”

MJ scoffed, “rude. I’m your best friend.”

“right, right. Sorry.” Peter grumbled slightly as he buried his head into your hip. You gently carded your fingers through his curls, “do you know why it’s all over the news?”

“apparently people didn’t know you existed? I don’t know, just thought that you might want a warning in case your dad got angry.”

“well I appreciate it, regardless of the fact that you basically gave me a heart attack and woke me up at butt fuck.”

“it’s 10 am, get over yourself and have a cup of coffee. Anyways, lunch tomorrow?”

You yawned, “sure sounds good. Wanna invite betty?”

“she’s still in Hawaii with her family, they’re coming back this weekend.”

“right, ok. Let me know what time you wanna go.”

“will do. Love you bitch.”

You smiled into the phone and yawned again, “love you bitch.” You hung up and tossed your phone to the floor, rubbing your eyes harshly.

Peter barely opened his eyes as he looked up at you, “what was that about?”

“apparently we’re famous.” You replied as you reached over his body to grab his phone.

Peter snuggled deeper into your body, wrapping his arms around your leg and laying his head in your lap. You rested against the headboard, one hand still playing with his curls and one now scrolling to Peter’s tiktok.

You blanched as you saw the video had gotten over 6 million likes and 45 million views overnight. And according to the comments, people were very confused.

User1: ummm is that the avengers compound or am I tripping?

User2: so we’re all just finding out tony stark has a child rn?

User3: mmmm something don’t add up here?

You sighed as turned the phone off, rubbing your eyes again. A headache was quickly setting in. You leaned down to press a chaste kiss to Peter’s cheek before slowly working your way out of his grasp.

He whined, “baby where are you going? It’s early.”

“I have to go talk to my dad about this but you keep sleeping babe.”

He rolled over to face you as you walked towards your closet. “are you sure? I can come with you.”

“no, it’s ok baby. I really don’t think it’ll be a big deal.”

--

It was slightly a bigger deal than you realized. Pepper was now talking you through ‘making sure SI had a good image on social media’ while your dad smirked in a corner.

Pepper stroked your arm, “this isn’t bad press or anything. You’ll just have to be careful going into the future. And you know that with being a Stark, you’re gonna have a lot of eyes on you and probably a lot of criticism.” She sighed, “we’ve done a good job shielding you from the press for this long but it might be a lot.”

You smiled at her softly. Pepper really had always been like a mom to you and now that her and your dad were officially married, it was even more true. “Yeah I know. I’m honestly not too worried.” You turned to your dad, “did you know people didn’t know I existed?”

Tony shrugged, “Doesn’t surprise me. I have almost every record of you sealed from the public for your safety and you never were one for the spotlight.” He walked over and dropped a kiss onto your forehead, “never show my suits on your clock app again.”

You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him, “for someone who owns a company based on new and cutting edge technology, you sure are out of touch.”

He gasped, a hand pressed to his heart. “how dare you, my own daughter.”

Pepper laughed softly, “she’s not wrong. Anyways, post whatever you want to your personal account. You’re an adult, so we trust you just be careful. I don’t want to see you getting hurt.”

You kissed her cheek before standing and stretching out your back. “don’t worry, I already have a plan for my next video.”

“god help us.” Tony muttered.

[lavenderclearwater]

Sleep

It had been a hard day for the Avengers. Some idiot had somehow accidentally activated a shipment of DOOM-BOTS that they were going to destroy in order to prevent them from randomly turning on and attacking innocent people like they immediately did when they escaped. They spent serval hours tracking them down and fighting each and everyone on them before calling it a day. Steve had the roughest go out of all of them, the DOOM-BOTS that he was tasked with breaking had managed to find themselves in a public playground.

He got there just in time to stop them before anyone died, but not before a little girl fell off one of the structures and broke her leg from the fall. While it hadn't been his fault, he still blamed himself for not getting there sooner. No one had any luck talking it out with him, so they decided to give him some space. However, Bucky knew better. If he left him alone now, all he would do is let it eat him up inside until he finally cracked and is forced to accept help. He didn't see why they shouldn't skip the nasty part and save them both some time.

Bucky dragged him by one of the straps on his suit into one of the guest living rooms and forced him to sit down and eat the Chinese food they picked up on the way back to the tower. While Steve did that, grumbling the entire time about how he didn't need his help to eat, he grabbed him some clean clothes to change into. Now that he is no longer wearing something covered in robot guts (a couple of them may or may not have self-destructed when he got to them), Bucky thought it would be a good idea to get some rest. This, of course, was met with some resistance.

"I am not a child. I don't need a nap."

"You're clearly exhausted, we all are. Now sit down."

"But-"

"Don't think I won't grab Tony's vibranium handcuffs that he thinks I don't know about and shackle you to a bed."

Steve crossed his arms and huffed, but didn't try to argue any further. He was glad that he accepted his fate and not just because the looks the others would give him if they found out that he handcuffed Captain America to the bed would make living here a bit difficult.

"Will you stay?" he asked Bucky after laying down.

His voice was so soft and vulnerable, he couldn't help but subside, "Yeah, I'll stay."

He laid down next to him (thank goodness the couches Stark are made to fit humans their size comfortably), one arm across his shoulders to keep him close. Not even a half-hour later, Steve was out cold.

"Hey, FRIDAY. If anyone asks where we are, don't tell them. Oh, and don't tell them that I told you not to tell them," he whispered, not wanting to wake him up.

"As you wish, Mr. Barnes."

* * *

Clint was worried about Steve. He hasn't seen or heard him since they got back to the tower and that just didn't sit well with him. It was obvious that he blamed himself for that kid getting hurt, evident on the pinched expression on his face. When he went to his room to check in on him, he wasn't there. Then he checked Bucky's room and he wasn't there either. Well, that's not a good sign.

"FRIDAY, is Rogers still in the tower?"

"I'm sorry. I can't tell you that."

"Why not?" he asked, taken aback at her response.

"I can not tell you that either."

Great.

"Okay. Can you tell me if he has left the tower?"

"Yes. He has not left the tower."

Yah, loopholes. That still left him with 93 floors to search. He's going to need to narrow it down a bit more. It's a bit of a long shot, but maybe, just maybe…

"What floor are you not allowed to are you not allowed to tell me when I ask where Steve is?"

"The fiftieth floor."

Wow, he can't believe that actually worked. [It is almost like the author needed him to get moving]

"What is that floor used for?

"Guest rooms."

Why would he be in the guest rooms when he has his own room, he doesn't know, but he plans to find out. He took the elevator to the floor and searched. That's when he spotted Bucky lying on the couch, Steve fast asleep on top of him.

"Wha-"

Bucky narrowed his eyes and glared at him, his mouth closed so fast his teeth clicked. He watched as the former assassin made the slowest, silent, most intense throat-cutting gesture at him. Wake Steve up and they will never find my body, got it. Clint turned around and went straight back to the elevator, mentally vowing to never speak of this and to just forget what he saw.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35729863

[mystical-magician]

I was inspired by a headcanon/prompt in the ironstrange discord. Specifically the one by @doitwritenow where Tony is the literal grim reaper. Suddenly, this happened.

~~~

Tony frowned, stopping abruptly as he felt a nagging, persistent itch in the back of his mind that something wasn’t right. His hand twitched at the sudden sensation; it felt like something was slipping right through his fingers.

He looked down at his tablet and flicked through it until he found himself skimming the code. Nothing seemed wrong, but he wouldn’t know for sure until he went through it one line at a time. 

His frown deepened, one hand flexing. It was like...it almost felt like...

Oh!

Tony blinked, indignant, irritated, bemused, and even admiring. All at once. He didn’t think he’d ever felt a soul do...whatever this one was doing right now. It almost seemed to be blinking. One moment in his domain and the next gone.

He brought himself between, where he interacted with newly dead souls, and reached out to summon this one personally. Only, he was too slow. He felt like a bit of an idiot when his hand closed around nothing. Thankfully, there was no one else around to see it either.

Tony’s brow furrowed in concentration. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually had to work at something like this. Part of him was a bit excited by the challenge, the part that wasn’t irritated and annoyed by all those attempted resurrections and would-be necromancers over the millennia. The idiocy he’d suffered! And the headaches they’d caused, damn them all.

This time he wasted no time in lashing out to grab the slippery soul. One instant he was alone, and the next his hand was clamped down on a bony wrist, his other arm wrapped around a hard waist and pressing a long, lanky male tightly to him.

Tony stared into burning blue eyes, nearly as beautiful as the kintsugi soul he held in place, shining gold mending the cracks and damage life had wrought, highlighting and making beautiful the scars of living.

“What are you doing?” the man asked, voice deep and reverberating in the frozen, empty space. His gaze was sharp and uncompromising, every angle of his body determined.

“I think that should be my line,” Tony retorted, finding his tongue at last. “A sorcerer should know better than most that you cannot bring the dead back to life. No exceptions, no loopholes.”

The man simply arched an eyebrow as though he thought Tony was an idiot. Internally, Tony could hardly believe the balls of this man when faced with the literal grim reaper.

“I know that,” the sorcerer said. “Even sincerely attempting true resurrection would damage the fabric of the universe.”

“So what exactly do you think you’re doing, trying to escape me?” Tony demanded.

“Am I?” he asked blandly.

Tony paused. Alright, so the sorcerer wasn’t exactly struggling to get out of his arms. But that didn’t explain what had been happening before he’d stepped in, nor did it mean that the other man wouldn’t try to escape once Tony loosened his grip.

“I’m not escaping death, or thwarting it or defying it. You. 

“I’m just undoing it.”

Tony sputtered.

“And honestly, I’m pretty sure that the way you’re grinding time to a halt is doing more damage to the fabric of the universe than I am.”

“What-” 

For the first time, Tony really paid attention to what was happening beyond the soul in his arms. He winced, wondering how he hadn’t realized the strain he was placing on existence because of the way he’d plucked out this particular soul as the sorcerer was doing...whatever the fuck he was doing.

“Shit,” he muttered, and immediately let go. He refused to acknowledge the reluctance with which he had done so, or how cold he felt now. How empty his arms were.

Tony was tempted to slap himself, but decided he’d humiliated himself enough. Instead, with a slightly better understanding of what was happening, he perfectly timed his shift for the one moment at a time that the sorcerer’s soul passed fully into his domain. The passage of time paused much more naturally then, as the soul at that moment was cleanly between the living and the dead.

The sorcerer immediately frowned, but there was also something like relief in his gaze. “Don’t,” he protested. “I can’t - I need to -” 

“Take a break,” Tony invited, stopping him in his tracks with gentle hands framing his face. “Explain what the hell you’re doing. And tell me your name.”

“Stephen. Dr. Stephen Strange.” 

“I’m Tony Stark. It’s nice to meet you, Stephen.”

[blossom-hwa]

3racha cafe au ps? bc the one w the dancers was so funny

KASJDHG I’M GLAD YOU FOUND MY MEDIOCRE ATTEMPTS AT HUMOR FUNNY ANON <3 <3 ANYWAY I LIVE FOR 3RACHA BEING IDIOTS SO THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS IN, I HOPE YOU LAUGH AT IT!!!!

3-year anniversary drabble game: send me an NCT/WAYV/Stray Kids/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and  I’ll write a drabble for you!

I’M SO SORRY I HIT POST ON ACCIDENT WHEN I WASN’T DONE SO I HAD TO PRIVATE THIS SO I COULD FINISH IT HHHHHH

~

Title: Cafe Shenanigans

Pairing: no pairings, just 3racha being dumb

Triggers: a lot of cursing, suicidal jokes (purely jokes, if you are experiencing suicidal thoughts, please do not read this - it’s along the lines of like ‘pls kill me now’ but yeah)

~

quick clarification:

better than tony: chan

chingban: changbin

gremlin: jisung 

~

better than tony: changbin what have I told you about swearing in front of customers

chingban: not to do it

better than tony: then why did I hear you say shit when you knocked your head against the counter

gremlin: HOW DID CHANGBIN KNOCK HIS HEAD AGAINST THE OUCNTER EVEN HE’S NOT /THAT/ SHORT

chingban: I don’t exist for anything but pain

chingban: when will I stop being clowned for no reason

chingban: also I stooped down to get more syrup okay I wasn’t standing when I fucking hit my head

better than tony: you will stop being clowned when you learn the meaning of professionalism

gremlin: didn’t you lock yourself in the bathroom one time to send cat memes to minho

better than tony: THAT’S BESIDE THE POINT

chingban: pls let it go chan the guy just laughed okay

chingban: no harm done

chingban: well my dignity is in pieces

gremlin: can’t break something that never existed

chingban: watch me pour hot coffee down your throat while you scream in pain tiny sucker

gremlin: who’s calling me tiny

better than tony: kids please

chingban: ONE FUCKING CENTIMETER

better than tony: I'm the manager and they still won’t listen to me

better than tony: I'm giving up on life

gremlin: we’re right here you know

better than tony: did I say something wrong?

chingban: ooooo breaking out the punctuation

chingban: he’s serious today

better than tony: I'm always serious

gremlin: your cat memes say otherwise

better than tony: WILL YOU LET THAT GO

~

gremlin: if another bitch asks for a complicated-ass order, fucking soy latte with no foam or whatever the fuck

gremlin: I'm going to slit my throat in front of the cameras

gremlin: and my ghost will haunt this fucking cafe for the rest of time

chingban: aren’t there better things to do after you’re dead

chingban: like

better than tony: rejoice in the fact that you are no longer alive?

chingban: ^^

gremlin: no I just want to make sure I'm a pain in your asses even beyond the grave

chingban: a little bitch even in death, I see

gremlin: you got me !

better than tony: why do you have an extra space between your last word and the exclamation mark

gremlin: extra chaos

better than tony: as if your existence wasn’t chaotic enough already

chingban: just a suggestion

chingban: if you want to haunt us beyond the grave

chingban: team up with that little dude ji changmin across the mall at build a bear

gremlin: omg yes thank you for this lovely piece of advice

better than tony: NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

better than tony: N O

better than tony: CHANGBIN WHY WOULD YOU GIVE HIM IDEAS

chingban: I need entertainment

chingban: and you getting scared shitless is entertainment

chingban: additionally if I'm the one providing the advice by the transitive property I'm not the one who gets pranked

gremlin: <3

better than tony: I should honestly fire both of you

better than tony: all you do is text at work

better than tony: swear in front of customers

better than tony: and leAVE HAIRPINS IN THE FUCKING SINK

gremlin: I APOLOGIZED FOR THAT

chingban: felix says minho threatens to fire him and hyunjin at least once every shift

better than tony: I should do the same

gremlin: nah you’re too soft for that

chingban: ^^

better than tony: I want to argue but I can’t and I hate it

gremlin: <3

chingban: <3

better than tony: maybe I'll be the one who slits his throat in front of the cameras

gremlin: no you won’t you’re too soft to haunt us beyond the grave

better than tony: you’re right I won’t haunt you

better than tony: I'll just enjoy being dead and not fucking alive and having to deal with you

chingban: ngl that sounds like a pretty sweet deal

gremlin: but haunting

chingban: no

gremlin: :(

better than tony: changbin look you’ve made him sad

chingban: I-

chingban: YOU STARTED IT

better than tony: <3

chingban: breaking news chan has the capacity for evil and I don’t like it

~

gremlin: in my defense I was left alone

better than tony: that doesn’t explAIN THE FUCKING FIRE IN THE R E F R I G E R A TO R

better than tony: HOW DO YOU EVEN SET FIRE TO A FUCKING REFRIGERATOR

chingban: I honestly wonder why chan hasn’t fired us yet

chingban: mostly jisung but also me

better than tony: A R E F R I G E R A T O R

gremlin: chan

gremlin: listen

gremlin: was this worse than ‘wow’

better than tony: .... 

chingban: nothing could be worse than wow

chingban: his gc name is proof

better than tony: FUCK

gremlin: okay cool thank you for agreeing 

gremlin: now

gremlin is typing...

chingban: the fuck are you typing 

chingban: a whole ass essay??

gremlin: if setting a fire in a refrigerator is still a less horrible mess than wow was, that means that chan can no longer yell at me for setting a fire in a refrigerator because he was one of the main contributors to the mess that wow was, meaning because he contributed to a bigger mess than the refrigerator fire, he is unable to yell at me because to do so would be hypocrisy because he committed a worse crime than I did

chingban: did that... did that really just fucking make sense

chingban: quick chan use your lawyering skills to find some loophole in this there’s no way jisung can be making sense

gremlin: okay fuck you

better than tony: your argument is invalid because you also contributed to wow

chingban: ROASTED

gremlin: fuck I really thought I had chan beat there for a moment

chingban: fat chance 

better than tony: OKAY AS PUNISHMENT

better than tony: NO MORE TEXTING GET BACK TO WORK

gremlin: yes papi

better than tony: oh my god I hate it here

~

gremlin: question

gremlin: if cookie monster entered the cafe and pointed a gun at me and told me to give him all of the cookies in the display case and the oven

gremlin: what should I do

better than tony: I 

better than tony: I don’t even know how to respond to this

chingban: give him the cookies wtf

chingban: where’s your sense of self-preservation

gremlin: flew away the first time I jumped out of a two-story window to avoid becoming ‘it’ in a game of tag in third grade

better than tony: that

better than tony: that explains so much

chingban: I feel like I should be surprised but I'm really not

chingban: that’s the most jisung thing I've ever heard of

gremlin: <3

gremlin: but back to my question

gremlin: what should I do

chingban: I literally said to give him the fucking cookies

better than tony: I agree with changbin

gremlin: but what if he gets greedy and asks for the cheesecake too

gremlin: and it’s my day to take home the leftover cake

better than tony: would you die for cheesecake???????????

gremlin: without a moment’s hesitation

chingban: the amount of brain cells I lost throughout this conversation

chingban: unfathomable

better than tony: I'm quitting my job

gremlin: no pls don’t who else will changbin and I bother during breaks

chingban: you say that kind of bullshit about cookie monster and cheesecake and then you go and say ‘changbin and I’ instead of ‘me and changbin’ like normal people?????????

gremlin: look you may have had a crusty ass English teacher but my English teacher was LIT and I'll have you know I would take a bullet for her

gremlin: the least I can do use proper grammar when it comes to common mistakes

gremlin: mistakes that plebs like you make

better than tony: this conversation has gone off the rails

chingban: a train wreck

gremlin: more like 15 train wrecks mashed into one

better than tony: just. pls get back to work

gremlin: not unless you promise not to fire yourself

better than tony: it’s?? not?? possible?? for?? me?? to?? fire?? myself??

chingban: he means quit

better than tony: oh

chingban: I speak fluent jisung

better than tony: pls shut up 

better than tony: fine I promise

better than tony: please get back to work

better than tony: preferably without burning any refrigerators

gremlin: no promises

better than tony: I'll take what I can get

[ifmywishescametrue]

until the sun comes up

my fill for my @stb-bingo square: b5 - au: historical, featuring 1.6k of prince tony and knight pre-serum steve in a secret relationship

also on ao3

Tony spends most of his day waiting. He rises early in the morning, dresses quickly, then waits for it to be time for breakfast. Breakfast is spent next to his father and mother, listening with little interest as they discuss the issues of their kingdom. It’s not that the issues disinterest him per se. After all, he knows that as the prince he is expected to one day solve the issues himself, but it’s the circular nature of the discussions he can’t stand. The back and forth on what each potential solution’s outcome might be, until the only answer they have is that there is no perfect right answer, which Tony could have told them right at the beginning. So he listens to the issue and tunes out the rest, working it out for himself without hearing a word of what they say. Sometimes his mother will ask him for his thoughts, and he always shares them. Most of the time no one bothers, and he just waits until the moment he is excused to attend his lessons. 

He plays the piano to the best of his ability, which is never quite good enough for his teacher. He practices his French and writes the words out with his quill, the motions repetitive and unnecessary with how many years he’s already been at it. All of the lessons feel that way, really, and his mind feels caged with how little it can test its limit. It’s just more waiting, more longing to be anywhere else but there. 

By the time dinner comes around, he’s crawling out his skin with it, but there’s always someone he should be talking to instead of thinking about what will come next. Some nights it’s a potential suitor, though his father never comes outright and says it. He introduces them as the lord or duke or prince of whatever kingdom is vying for their allyship, and Tony spends the night engaging in half-hearted flirtations with a man he will never have any interest in. Those are the nights he likes the least, and tonight just has to be one of them. 

He listens to the words of the other prince without absorbing a single one of them, pushing his food around and occasionally taking small bites whenever his father casts a look in his direction. Tony isn’t sure which kingdom he comes from, wasn’t paying much attention during the introductions. He’s attractive enough, which Tony has to give his father some credit for, with his dark hair and bluish green eyes, but his voice is a monotonous buzz of words without any meaning. The kind of man that talks just to be heard, and Tony’s never had much patience for that type. 

The cadence of the last sentence indicates a question, and Tony smiles and nods and hopes that he wasn’t expecting anything more. One of these days he might accidentally accept a marriage proposal because he didn’t hear it, but his response seems to have appeased his current conversational partner. 

At the end of the dinner, he lets the man kiss his hand, then wipes off the trace of him on his shirt as he leaves the dining room. He makes sure he isn’t being followed before breaking into a run down the hallway to his bedroom, and the wait is finally over once he opens the door. 

Steve is there, sitting on the edge of his bed and leaning back on his elbows. His shoes and socks have been discarded already, tucked neatly against the far wall, and the top two buttons of his shirt are undone. The deep red of his sheets is a sharp contrast against Steve’s fair complexion, and Tony would be lying if he said that wasn’t why he likes the color so much. 

He looks up with a brilliant smile, and Tony feels something inside of him settle. A sense of peace washes through him, making his muscles loosen and posture relax. He can breathe a little easier at the sight of his lover, who looks so at home in Tony’s bedroom.

Tony takes a few steps forward, shedding his outermost layers along the way and tossing them on the floor just to get Steve’s face to scrunch up like it always does when he acts carelessly with the expensive items. By the time he reaches the bed, only his undershirt and pants remain. 

He cups Steve’s face in his hands and once again resists the urge to make the remark that Steve is the only thing in his life that deserves to be handled with care. The only valuable and precious thing he sees in the vast rooms of the castle. But he knows Steve doesn’t enjoy being treated like something delicate and wouldn’t take the comment for the confession that it is. 

“I missed you, my love,” Tony whispers. 

Steve lays his hands over top of his, stroking his thumbs across Tony’s knuckles. His smile turns soft and fond, and Tony knows that he is the only man lucky enough to ever see it quite like that. He leans down, kissing Steve sweetly. 

“How was your day?” Steve asks. 

Tony shrugs, crawling up the bed to rest against the numerous pillows. He opens his arms in invitation, and Steve is pressed against him moments later. 

“How was yours?”

“Ah, avoidance. So it was one those days, then,” Steve gives him a crooked smile, adjusting his position to rest his head on Tony’s chest, and Tony wraps his arms around Steve’s slender frame. “I worked with Peter on his swordsmanship. He’s getting better at dodging.”

Tony smiles into Steve’s hair, keeping himself from getting caught up in wishing he could have been there to see it by thinking about that first time he ever saw Steve all those years ago when he was in the same position Peter is in now. 

No one took Steve seriously as a potential defender of the crown. His sword looked like it was heavier than the boy himself, and even Tony will admit to thinking that Steve looked like he could be taken down by a stiff breeze. But he still bristled when his father made the same comment and found himself hoping that he would prove everyone in attendance wrong. Tony remembers the expression on his father’s face clearly when he did. 

It would be a long time before they would get to where they are today, accompanied by so many missteps that Tony would lose hope many times along the way, but the journey was worth it for the piece of heaven in his arms right now. 

“You’ll have him whipped into shape soon enough, I’m sure,” Tony replies, his fingers drifting absentmindedly up and down Steve’s arm. “He’ll make a fine warrior.”

Steve hums and says too casually, “I saw Prince Stephen was in attendance tonight.”

“He was indeed.”

“And?”

“And I am in bed with you.”

Steve tilts his head up, and Tony meets his eyes. “They’re going to make you choose someone eventually.”

They’ve had this discussion before, Steve and him, so many times in fact that Tony has the script memorized already. 

“We’ll come up with something when they do.”

Here’s where Steve should agree with him, then kiss him until he leaves Tony breathless. A possessive action, as though Tony needs the reminder of to whom his heart belongs in full. The rest of their clothing should fall off, and Steve will no longer care if it lands on the floor as long as it ends with them completely intertwined until the sun comes up. 

But tonight he whispers, “What if we can’t?”

Tony turns, shifting down the bed until his face is even with Steve’s. His blue eyes are watery, tears threatening to spill down his cheeks, and Tony has never seen the other man cry before. He refuses to let it happen now. 

“We will,” he says firmly, taking Steve’s face in his hand once again. He caresses his cheek with a brush of his thumb. “We will because I love you, and that’s all that matters to me. They’ll either learn to live with it or they’ll lose their only heir.”

“And you’d let the kingdom fall to Stane?”

Tony hesitates, and Steve says, “I am not the only thing that matters, nor do I wish to be. You might not care for your title, but I know you care for your people, and if it comes down to it, me or our kingdom, please do not choose me.”

“How can I not?” Tony asks, vision blurry with unshed tears of his own. 

Steve’s smile is bittersweet. “I can be the first to walk away. I can do that for you, if that’s what you need.”

Tony rolls to his back, staring up at the ornate gold décor on the ceiling. He wasn’t prepared to have his heart broken today. 

“Do we need to talk about this tonight?” Tony asks, turning his head to look at Steve again. “We still have time. The law says - we still have more time. Please. Just let me have you for now.”

Steve stares at him for a long moment, assessing eyes burning right through him, before he gives a slight nod. “I’m yours.”

Mine, Tony thinks, and for now he can let that be all that matters. 

He knows that Steve is right, knows deep in his bones that there is no option where he gives up the throne no matter how much he idealizes that version of the future. He can fantasize all he likes about running away and starting anew with Steve at his side, but that’s all it can ever be. A fantasy.

There’s still a distant hope, though. Rules can be bent and finding loopholes is something like a pastime of his. He won’t give up on the chance of a future with Steve, not even with all of the odds against him. 

So for tonight he kisses Steve slowly, runs his hands down his sides with an unhurried fervor, and lets himself believe that they can have this forever.

[oilgroove]

That is a very upbeat statement

On 20 January 2004, George Bush Jr. the President of the United States gave his last (?) State of the Union Address. In this article, I will point out 25 fallacies of the speech on the war on terror. Fallacy 1. "By bringing hope to the oppressed and delivering justice to the violent, [the American servicemen and women] are making America more secure." Apologists of the war on terror are quick to point out that there have not been any major attacks on the U.S. since September 11, 2001. But what of the numerous terror alerts? And how did the deadly toxin ricin recently find its way into the US Senate for the second time! Or did & PTFE Bushes Manufacturers 8216;Senator' Ricin, the ‘terrorist,' win a re-election into the upper house? Does that not show that the terrorists still present a clear and present danger? Clearly an early warning signal! Fallacy 2. "Each day, law enforcement personnel and intelligence officers are tracking terrorist threats; analysts are examining airline passenger lists; the men and women of our new Homeland Security Department are patrolling our coasts and borders. And their vigilance is protecting America." Americans and indeed the world should not live under the false hope of being protected by the intelligence officers. Because the terrorists themselves are becoming more creative. Who has ever heard of shoe bombers before? The U.S. House Democratic Leader Nancy Pelosi exposed this illusion in her speech: "One hundred percent of containers coming into our ports or airports must be inspected. Today, only 3 percent are inspected. One hundred percent of chemical and nuclear plants in the United States must have high levels of security. Today, the Bush Administration has tolerated a much lower standard. One hundred percent of the enriched uranium and other material for weapons of mass destruction must be secured. Today, the Administration has refused to commit the resources necessary to prevent it from falling into the hands of terrorists." In this case, is America protected? If the answer is no, what about other countries with less security measures and porous borders? Fallacy 3. "We have not come all this way, through tragedy, and trials, and war, only to falter and leave our work unfinished." The war on terror is an unfinished business. In fact, the battle has only begun. Commenting on this, the New York Times Magazine said that the war on terror "is the beginning of an epic battle." And to support this, La Repubblica newspaper said: "Today we get the feeling that we are living in the middle of a tornado, an unparalleled catastrophe." Those are not the right words to describe the end of a story. Fallacy 4. "And by our will and courage, this danger must be defeated." That is a very upbeat statement. On 24 July 2003, US Vice-President Dick Cheney also sounded oracular when he said: "One by one, in every corner of the world, we will hunt the terrorists down and destroy them." Al-Qaeda has now mutated into multifaceted anonymous groups. And this new phase is more dangerous than the former centralized visible organization. Take a warning: Do not go to some radical Muslim country to search for terrorists. Because that your prodigal son, or your estranged husband, or in fact, that distant relative of yours may be a terrorist. A roll call in the prison at Guantanamo Bay reveals that even some Americans and Britons—citizens of two nations in the forefront of the war on terror—have been "Talibanized." Besides, these groups are becoming more desperate. They have succeeded in their use of surface-to-air missiles (SAMS)—tumbling down military aircrafts at will in Iraq. And make no mistake about it: these cave dwellers may crack a dirty nuke somewhere someday, or unleash a deadly plague. In that case, how would the world respond? Detonate a nuclear bomb? So you can see that "we are perilously near a new international anarchy" according to the Washington Post. The war on terror, therefore, is not winnable. Fallacy 5. "And one of these essential tools is the Patriot Act, which allows Federal law enforcement to better share information, to track terrorists, to disrupt their cells, and to seize their assets." Terrorism can not be wiped out by legislation. After all, these are man-made laws and man himself is imperfect. There must be loopholes, and the terrorists exploit the weakness of the system. Now, what if they stop living in cells? Or what if they stop keeping their money in banks? Then they would be as elusive as the shadows. Fallacy 6. "We are tracking al-Qaida around the world and nearly two-thirds of their known leaders have now been captured or killed. Thousands of very skilled and determined military personnel are on the manhunt, going after the remaining killers who hide in cities and caves—and, # one by one, we will bring the terrorists to justice." It is true that most of the key terrorist suspects—including Saddam Hussein—have either been arrested or eliminated. But according to Time Magazine, "Lopping off the beast's head may not kill the body." If Saddam or Osama bin laden are hanged today, more Saddams and Osamas will rise tomorrow. Terrorists want attention. And that is why various groups are eager to claim credit for any attack—even though they are not responsible. In like manner there may be a lord of the flies waiting for Saddam and Osama to pass on before taking center stage and bringing his pursuers to ‘justice.' Fallacy 7. "The United States and our allies are determined. We refuse to live in the shadows of this ultimate danger." Right? Wrong! We must continue to live in the shadows of the terrorists. This is because terrorism is as old as the history of man on this planet—6,000 years. We have never left its shadows. Rather, terrorism continues to increase with the passing of the day. It is no wonder that Time Magazine remarks: "Determining whether the West is gaining in the fight against terrorism requires interpreting shadowy, shapeless data. Yet this much can be safely said: international terrorism existed long before 9/11 and will continue long after that." This is the message of my published book, CHASING SHADOWS!: A Dream. (A book that reveals the terrorists' master plan to finally set the world on fire! ) Terrorism starts from the heart and mind, and this is fueled by the hypocrisy and double standard in this world—two things that are not in a hurry to go away. In this regard, killings and destruction will exacerbate, rather than stop terrorism. When will the world address the issues that cause this evil, instead of chasing shadows? Fallacy 8. "The first to see our determination were the Taliban, who made Afganistan the primary training base of al-Qaida killers. As of this month, that free country has a new constitution, guaranteeing free election and full participation by women." Afganistan is not a free nation. Terrorist attacks and bombings are the order of the day—signifying that the Taliban and al-Qaeda are back. Warlords are also doing their thing. The only ‘free' place in Afganistan is the capital Kabul. Some Afgans even long for the return of the Taliban because of security concerns. Democracy itself is not an insurance against terrorism—some ‘democrats' are known to terrorize their subjects. Ask Zimbabweans. Fallacy 9. "Since we last met in this chamber, combat forces of the United States, Great Britain, Austrialia, Poland and other countries enforced the demands of the United Nations, ended the rule of Saddam Hussein—and the people of Iraq are free." The U.N. did not send any country to invade Iraq and change its regime. It was a unilateral action, a pre-emptive war, which itself is a weapon of mass destruction. Says Nancy Pelosi: "But even the most powerful nation in history must bring other nations to our side to meet common dangers. The President's policies do not reflect that. He has pursued a go-it-alone foreign policy that leaves us isolated abroad and that steals the resources we need for education and health care here at home." The Iraqi government was toppled on the excuse that it possessed dangerous weapons that could sink the world in 45 minutes. (Sorry, Lord Hutton has cleared British Prime Minister Tony Blair, for sexing up the report on Iraq. Let's blame the BBC.) But about a year after the invasion and the collateral damage of Iraq—and after a thorough search of the deserts and tunnels in that country, no such weapons have been found! Again in the words of Nancy Pelosi: "The President led us into the Iraqi war on the basis of unproven assertions without evidence; he embraced a radical doctrine of pre-emptive war unprecedented in our history; and he failed to build a true international coalition." Fallacy 10. "These killers, joined by foreign terrorists, are a serious, continuing danger. Yet we are making progress against them." This was in reference to the American war in Iraq. The President did not mention the over 500 American troops that have been killed and the thousands that are wounded. Nor did he mention the scores of daily attacks against American soldiers, or the crashing planes. Is it progress when servicemen and women are killed or maimed? This reminds me of the saying: winning the war is not winning the peace.

[darktammy]

It’s My Decision (part 2)

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You and Roman sat on the sofa in your place together, you were still trying to figure out what just happened. “I saw Ro, I just only met her yesterday the ring…” You look at your finger then back at him. “Y/n listen....I’m just like you lost for words, but you do know what’s going to happen right?” Roman looked with concern. You nodded your head at him.  “Right now I just need to find her and just finger this whole thing out now.” You explained to Roman. He nodded his head as you both looked back at the tv.

Seth was furious when he watched the news. “This bitch thinks she can one up me uh.” Becky sat next to him. “Seth babe let it go ok. If you keep this up then she’s going to win.” Seth looked at Becky with clam eyes. “Babe she bashed you, you think i’m going to sit here and take that?” Seth explained. She sighed as she looked down. “You know how much I hate Y/n. I think she might be doing this just to get back at us, but why have someone as big as Amy to do her dirty work?” Seth looked at Becky with a smile. “You know what baby you might be right. I should look into this whole thing and see who’s really using who.” Seth smiled as he gave Becky a kiss.

Amy was watching the news with a smile on her face. She looks at her phone to see her friends leaving her text messages saying congrats. She heard a knock at her door as one of the maids opened to see who it was. “Amy it’s me Tony.”  he said walking in. SHe smiled as she gave him a hug. “So what’s the pain of getting your fiance out of WWE?” She sighs as she looks at him. “Right now my lawyers are looking into it. She signed that contract knowly, but they said they found a loophole in it.” He nodded his head.  “Well my workers can’t wait to see her in there.” Tony said with a smile. “Hey Tony, claim down already.” Amy told him. “I can’t I mean look at it, my only cousin is going to finally get married? How could I. Oh and plus she’s going to be working with my brand, that just makes things even better.” Tony said with excitement. Amy shook her head.

Meanwhile you and Roman were both out having lunch together. “Hey baby girl slow down on the drinks.” He laughed a bit. You just had two glasses of jacks just to ease what was going on. “Yeah your right I should eat my burger and then the fries I guess.” As you start to eat your lunch you look up to see an old co-worker of yours. “Oh shit Ro.” He looked back to see Taker sitting by the bar. “Yeah I knew this was going to happen.” Roman said.  “Now you know why I’m here then?” Taker said as he turned to look at the both of you. You mumble as you take another shot of jacks.  

Tony and Amy were with the lawyers in court waiting for Vince to show with his lawyers. “I can’t wait to see what’s gonna happen when they come.” Amy said. He looked at her with a smile. “He’ll come, I know because you called him out.” They both laughed as Cody walked in. “Hey Tony.” He smiled at Cody while Amy nodded. “I’m not going to miss this for the world.” Cody said with excitement. “Well rest assured my finance will be out of this hell hole that they put her in. I know she’ll be better off with you guys.” Amy assured both Tony and Cody. After an hour that has passed Vince with his son in law triple H both walk in with their attorneys. “Let the battle begin.” Amy said as they all walked into a small courtroom. 

Seth was sitting in his car waiting for you to show up to your home. He was parked no more than a block away from your building. “Alright, Y/n where are you.” As he was watching and waiting for you to show. You were walking down the block until you saw Seth’s car. “Oh you have got to be kidding me.” You said to yourself. Thank goodness there was a back door for you to enter. So you walk the back block just so Seth doesn't see you. As you entered the back of the building you made to the elevator and up to your floor. You walk to your door taking your keys out just so you can get in. Once inside you walk to your window to see Seth’s car still park up a block from your building. “Get a life loser.” You said as you closed your curtains. 

After a few hours of long deliberation Vince finally made an agreement with Amy. “Alright then I’ll let her go, but if she ever talks about my company I’ll sue her ass into the ground.” Vince told her. “Are you threatening my woman Vince?” Amy said with a claim voice. “Your damn right.” He said Triple H look at Vince then look down shaking his head. “Looks like we have another court date to meet with.” She said with a smile on her face. “She’s telling the truth you just threatened Y/n, and in the agreement that you just signed Mr.McMahon.” The judge showed Vince, “You can’t not have any one of your guys going after her speaking to her or even threatening her. Unless their family and in this case we know Roman is her foster brother so he's ok.” Vince looked back at Amy who had a smile on her face. “Well see you in court Mr.McMahon.”  Amy, Tony and Cody all got up with their attorney and walked out the room leaving both Vince and Triple H in shock.

You were eating some chinese food when your phone rang you looked to see it was Amy, you answered. “Hey babe, you have a lot of explaining to do with me.” you said in a low tone. “You sound sexy when you're mad. Listen I have good news you're free.” Amy said happily. You got up and started to look around your room. “What do you mean free?” you ask. Amy smiled, “You are free to join Tony in AEW now, now you can sign and join them.” You smiled as you started to up and down with joy. “Thank you Amy I’m so happy thank you so much I can’t wait to sign.” Tony was smiling, “Hey tomorrow morning will meet up have lunch and you can sign.” He said. You nodded as you looked down. “Yes, that would be great, thank you once again. Oh Amy?” You ask, “Yes darling?” Amy asks. “Uh you know what never mind. I’ll…” A loud knock was heard from your door. “Hey Amy how fast can you get here?” Your voice was enough for her to tell Tony to step on it to your home. “I’m on my way.” Amy yelled.

You start to walk to the door as you take a look through the peephole you saw Seth standing outside of your door. “Hey Y/n come on I know your home. You're the only one who would scream like if something good happens.” You were in shock as you started to add the other locks on your door. “Hey dollface, come one now let’s talk for a minute ok just me and you.” Seth tried to make his voice sound smooth. You move away from the door as you walk to the window hoping to see Amy’s car. You whisper to yourself “Seth go away please.” The knock on the door gets louder. “Hey Y/n open the fucking door already! I know that whole show your so called finance did online was fake, for what to get back at me for what did with Becky? Open the fuck door so we can talk.” He said 

You tried to black out the noise that was from the other side of your door. “Go away Seth!” You begged, but it was no good because Seth kept on bagging on your door. You close your eyes trying to block out the noise. You feel into your own little world because you couldn’t hear anything. You started crying from the noise reminding you from your past with your father when he used to beat your mother. The yelling, the shouting, hands beating on the door made you yell out. Then without you knowing  someone had already come in. You look up still dizzy with tears. “Hey Y/n are you alright?” You look at him for a minute then it hits you. “Tony?” You looked around and you saw a few more. “Roman is that you?” You ask. “I got her bro?” You look to see a man with blue eyes and short brown hair picking you up. You yelp little as you look at him. “Hey Y/n are you alright?” He asked. You just nodded as you closed your eyes. The last person you heard was Amy.” Y/n hey!”

Everyone was in the hospital due to the fact that you fainted. “This is not the first time this happened to her.” Roman spoke. Everyone in the room looked at him. “ She came from an abusive home. Her father beat her mother all the time.” Amy sat on the hospital bed where you were laying on. “My poor girl.” She said while holding your hand. Roman looks at Amy then at you. Her father was a friend of my dad’s so yeah you can say we're family. I mean after what happened with her mother.” Everyone look at Roman. “What happened with her mother?” Amy asks. Roman sigh. “When Y/n was just a teen, we walked home together. She asked me to come over to her house so we can do our history project together. Once when she opened the door we both saw something we thought we would only see in horror movies. I remember she let out blood curdling screams, when we saw her mother hanging upside down. Her inside body organs were cut, her eyes were rolled into the back of her head. Teeth, tongue lips were all gone.” 

Everyone in the room was quiet after roman described what happened with Y/n mother. “They were looking for her father after what happened. Turns out Y/n, father was selling organs on the black market. Fast cash, and the woman well his a shocker, that was never Y/n’s mother in the first place.” Everyone in the room looked at him. “Yeah they ran a DNA on the woman with her and it turns out all those years poor Y/n thought the woman she called mommy was never her mother.” Amy held you hand tight as she tried not to cry. “Hey Ro you sure you want to conute the rest?” Jon who was standing next to Roman the whole time pat Romans back. “Yeah I do if Amy wants to know about her.” Roman looked at her. Amy nodded.  

Her father was found three days later, he was looking for Y/n to take her away, but my family took her. She was sharing  a room with my sister at that time. Everyone was asleep except my dad, that man never sleeps like that. My sister got up because she thought she heard a noise so she walked out the room to go find our dad. The sound of glass breaking woke us up. My dad got up and ran up the stairs and all we heard was Y/n crying out for help. My dad thought fast grabbing him in a choke hold while he saw her trying to kill Y/n.” Amy looked at you while you were still asleep. “What did your father do to her dad?” Amy asks already knowing how it ends. “My father killed him by breaking his neck.” Roman said. Everyone in the room was dead silent. 

Roman walk right up to you. “After what happened we all moved out of the house we lived in, and right to Florida was our new home. Yes Y/n was adopted into the family and yes her last name is Anoa’i it’s not her father’s anymore.” He said with a smile. Cody had a smile on his face as he looked at you in the bed. “Damn I mean I have all but respect for your dad roman I really do.” Tony said. He nodded his head. “How did you guys know she was in trouble in the first place?” Roman looks at Tony. “I called Jon because I knew he was with you at the time me, Tony, and Amy were at court.” Jon nodded, “Yeah the way you sounded it was scary, but thank god we were having a few beers together.” Roman smirks a little. “I’m going to stay with her until she wakes up.” Amy said. 

“Sure just call me when she wakes up so that way we can find out what happened.” Roman said. Amy smiled at him while everyone walked out of the room leaving just you and Amy. “Now then my love, your mother was not your real mom.” She nodded her head as she started to think. “I think it’s time for me to dig into your past to find out who your real mother is.” She said as she looked at you.

[imagine-loki]

Atlas: Space, Mercury

TITLE: Atlas: Space

CHAPTER NO./ONE-SHOT: 2/12

AUTHOR: fanfictrashdump

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine narrating episodes of Loki’s life with the Avengers based on the songs from Sleeping At Last’s “Atlas: Space” album. 

RATING: T-M

NOTES/WARNINGS: Welcome to my Sleeping At Last’s Atlas: Space challenge, aka Another writing project I do not have time for, but my brain insisted on doing.

This series will be less like a multichapter fic and more of a one-shot compendium, but that they all interconnect in one way or another. It will revolve around Loki and Becca’s relationship (Taking Turns, Glow, Helmet Heists–don’t worry, more Loki-Charlie stuff will be along) and I will use those one-shots as reference to the timeline. Each chapter will be one song, used as inspiration for the story.

Warnings include: language, maybe, and morally grey debates about killing bad guys, angst (so much angst), and a thoroughly confused Loki.

Chapter 2: Mercury

Summary: Becca did not expect to feel this way after her first official mission. Loki did not expect to care how she felt, one way or another. Takes place after Helmet Heists.

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“Heya, Lokes. How’s it going?”

Loki looked up, brow furrowed in a calculating expression. Tony Stark was not one to casually strike up a conversation with him unless it was of the utmost importance and he had no other choice. Therefore, the almost cheery way he had plopped himself down beside him on the couch was a matter of extreme curiousness.

Loki was having none of it.

“What is this?”

“I only asked how you were?” Tony sounded unsure, put looked all around innocent until he let out a long puff of air that made his cheeks inflate. “OK, I wanted to ask you how Becks was.”

Loki rolled his eyes and turned the page on his book, his attention now on the tight script before him. “I daresay she’s your employee, Stark, not mine. Why would I know?”

“Maybe because she’s the only person you talk to, and you’d be able to tell if she were OK. And the fact that you’ve been sticking to her like glue since we got back from the Hellhole. I don’t know, it gives me the inkling that you do, indeed, know.”

Stark wasn’t wrong.

Rebecca was the only human that Loki seemed to find bearable most of the time. She wasn’t loud or brash or mindless. Her taste in literature wasn’t half bad, either.

But she was human. And mortal. And beneath him.

For the longest time, he had tried not to get too attached, but this last mission certainly became a turning point in their relationship. It wasn’t bad, per se. They understood each other’s body language in a way that only two introverts could, and they worked together well as a team, but… she was so soft and innocent and everything he was most certainly not. Loki tended to scoff and ridicule humans such as this, not attempt to ensure their safety and their ongoing wellbeing, even after the fact.

Those eyes, though…

“Lokes?” Apparently Loki had been silent for much longer than was considered normal. He tended to do that a lot, as of late, always in relation to that dreary mortal.

Loki shifted uncomfortably at the memory of Becca’s eyes on the jet ride back. “I would say she takes issue with the moral ambiguity of killing an enemy. Regardless of whether or not they deserved it.”

Rows of houses Sound asleep Only streetlights Notice me

He nearly wanted to laugh at himself. Taking issue was probably the understatement of the year.

More than once, while he was doing his nightly walks, he would find Becca on the roof, staring at the world below–at the forests, the darkness, at the nothingness. She would stand, shivering in the night air, as she tried to make out shapes in the inky black abyss. It would take him two or three mentions of her name to rouse her from contemplative stupor. And, even then, Loki could tell she was not all there.

She always smiled, pushing through the oppressive chaos in her head and ask him about his day. As if she had not been fixing to fall apart a second before.

Damn her and her empathy.

I am desperate If nothing else In a holding pattern To find myself

I talk in circles I talk in circles I watch for signals For a clue

More than once he had swallowed whatever irritation would bubble to the surface in an effort to get her talking. Instead of his usually acidic demands for her to get on with it, he simply nodded in what he hoped was an encouraging manner and waited for her to spill her thoughts, as repetitive as they were. Not that he could blame her.

He remembered the first time he had killed something. He was seven. It had been a rabbit while on a hunt. He cried for three days, afterwards, until an Einherjar had scoffed and told him that was how life worked and he needed to accept it. Loki hadn’t cried when that particular soldier did not come home from a siege in Vanaheim a hundred years later. Nor for the hundreds that had been lost in battles, since. What was the point? Creatures lived and died, sometimes by his blade. That was life.

How to feel different How to feel new Like science fiction Bending truth

“Why do you keep asking that, Loki?” She had whined, pulling the edges of his cloak, which he had laid over her bare shoulders to shield her against the wind. He had asked if she was doing alright. “You know I’m physically fine. You made sure of that.”

He had not meant to inquire after her physical well-being, and Becca very well knew that. She also knew that he would die a fiery death before insisting “but, how do you feel?” Loki had made an annoyed noise and stormed off with the intention to hide in his room. He had doubled back, halfway there, only to watch her wipe away tears from the corners of her eyes when she thought herself alone. He still went back to his room, but he felt like a rock was lodged in his stomach all the way there.

“Could you do me a favor and keep an eye on her? She’s been really jumpy and anxious at work, but she keeps telling me she’s fine.” Tony sighed. “I just worry about her, man.”

Loki offered a sympathetic look, despite his initial reaction to sneer back at the Iron Man. Breaking old habits was hard. “I know. I will.”

No one can unring this bell Unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new God knows I am dissonance Waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune

The Asgardian prince had found his friend in a hidden corner of the library. It looked like she had started to read one of the many tomes on Asgardian technology he had lent her, before her mind betrayed her. Becca was staring straight in front of her, brown eyes empty of any emotion yet full of doubts and insecurities.

“Rebecca.” His whisper clapped like thunder in the eerie silence of the library.

She snapped out of her trance and offered him a smile. “Sorry, did you say something, Lo?”

Gods above, help me.

Loki sighed, pulling a chair beside her and sinking down. Even seated, he was still significantly taller than her, but she found that she felt a little less nervous when he tried to get on her level. It was a kindness, she knew, but the concern buried deep in his gaze did little to make her feel better. If anything, she felt worse. If she had stayed in the jet, if she had followed directions, who would she be today? Could she be able to sleep? Could she stop waking up in cold sweats at all hours of the morning?

“Dearest, talk to me.” The use of pet names were few and far between with Loki. He much preferred calling anyone “hey, you” or “imbecile come here”. So the use of a term of endearment…

Did she really look in that dire a state?

“Tony sent you, huh?” Becca thought she might as well deflect until he felt uncomfortable. That usually worked.

“No, I sent myself,” he assured, frowning. The expression he received in exchange screamed you’ve gotta be kidding me. “Though Tony expressed interest in also knowing how you were,” he admitted and Becca rolled her eyes. Swallowing whatever shard of emotion that was attempting to convince him to let the whole thing go, he craned his neck until his gaze  could easily fix on hers. “You cannot go on like this, you know it. You cannot keep replaying scenarios in hopes of finding a loophole to villainize yourself with.”

I know the further I go The harder I try, only keeps my eyes closed And somehow I’ve fallen in love With this middle ground at the cost of my soul

Becca groaned, the sincerity in his voice making the pit in her stomach grow larger. The edges of her perfectly crafted calmness began to fray and she was sure that the god could easily feel it unraveling under his stare. “It can’t be this simple, Loki.” She couldn’t live her life without feeling guilty, she meant. Surely, she had to spend the rest of eternity purging herself of these demons before she could allow herself even a morsel of comfort. If not, was she not just a monster? 

Loki chuckled drily, placing a hand on her shoulder and its weight felt like a welcome balm to her shot nerves. “Who said anything about simple? You took lives. Nothing about that is simple. Believe me, I understand. But, on rare occasions, the ends do justify the means.”

Her head fell, hanging between her shoulders in a sign of defeat she should have never had to deal with. Stark shouldn’t have asked her to come on the mission, but she saved ten of the two dozen from dying in battle due to faults in their equipment. She saved him from what she thought was certain death (and might have been). Her heart was too good for this dark, sludgy world of his, he knew.

He wanted to hate it, to scoff at her naivety, at her hopefulness for the rotting lump that was her world. He couldn’t. He craved it, instead, and wondered how he had ever lived his thousand plus years without that little beacon of hope.

His chest hurt. Loki supposed that was the place his heart was meant to be, and the phantom organ had clenched at her tears, once she had managed to face him again.

She sniffed. “I don’t know if I can live with that.”

Yet I know, if I stepped aside Released the controls you would open my eyes That somehow, all of this mess Is just my attempt to know the worth of my life In precious metals

“I can,” he said simply. The surety of his voice and the clear lack of remorse made her something inside her feel warm like lava, rather than a fireplace’s hearth. She shuddered at his set expression and the glimmer of bloodlust in his stare. “I would have killed a hundredfold more, if it meant bringing you back safe. I will never live to regret that.” Loki was surprised to find that none of these words were a lie. He didn’t want her dead. He wanted her to thrive. He wanted her not to feel this gnawing emptiness that followed the taking of life. “You are my friend and you’re worth many more than that.”

“I don’t think that’s true, but thanks, anyway,” she muttered.

“Would I lie to you?” Never in his life had he wished for someone to ignore his nature and reply in the negative, than he did right now.

Becca’s mouth twisted in a reluctant smile. “Absolutely.” His heart clenched again, and this time there was no doubt about it. “But I don’t think you are.”

A long stretch of silence encompassed them.

“I want to return.”

“Return?” He frowned.

“To the field.” She sighed, pulling her shoulders back and sitting up straight. He had seen that pose before, when she was resolute to solve an issue or dissect a conundrum. He saw it when she had run from the jet and skidded to a stop beside him. “The reason I’ve been feeling so miserable is that fact that I feel awful about what I’ve done, but I can’t ever leave you guys out there alone, again. Not after what I’ve seen. And I’ve never felt this conflicted.”

“It’s what we signed up for, dove,” he assured, tucking a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear with incredible gentleness. “You needn’t worry about us. We’ll be perfectly fine as long as you’re there to greet us back.”

“That’s like telling me I don’t have to worry about the sky suddenly turning green. I’m going to do it, anyway.” Becca wasn’t sure why, but she followed up his silent question. “I’m going to get my training certifications back up-to-date, log in some time on local raids, and I’m joining missions.”

“Darling, you don't–”

“I’m going back! That’s final!” Becca snapped so loudly that Loki jumped, startled, and leaned back ever so slightly.

He blinked a few times to live down his surprise and offered her a nod. “Then, I will dutifully follow.” He smirked, nudging her side playfully. “Someone has to keep you alive.” Lest I attempt to destroy this pathetic planet, once more. 

He hated that this was his first thought, but he knew he would follow her to Helheim and back to see her through. He needed to protect that light, that shine, that glow. 

I’ll go anywhere you want me

[hello-im-not-a-possum]

ATDT!AU Post-Escape Halloween thing 1-5 (or more)

The little town at the base of Mt. Ebott was practically buzzing with excitement. Normally, due to restrictions put on by an H.O.A that feared and hated Halloween as “The Devil’s Birthday”, Halloween parties were rarely held unless they were in secret and at home. A lot of normal people in town were delightfully surprised that the power-tripping harpies in charge didn’t try to ban trick-or-treating or house decorating altogether but the townsfolk were often muffed at the strict rules surrounding it: “Trick-or-treating starts at 6:30 and ends at 7:00″, “Any house that puts up decorations before Oct. 28th and or leaves its decorations up after Nov. 3rd will receive a fine”, “All Outdoor Halloween decorations must be 5′ tall or shorter”. And other such ridiculous rules were put in place to shackle Halloween to the ground.

But what made this year so different? This year, Mettaton and Sammy Lawrence were holding what could only be described as the BIGGEST Halloween party/Haunted mansion romp in the history of humans, monsters, and toons. And thanks to the co-stars’ charisma, Mettaton hiring a really good lawyer, and the currently dominant half of Sammy being too darn spiteful to be contained by mortal means, the H.O.A. was completely powerless to stop them.

However, it didn’t stop them from trying anyway. This week, Linda Simmons (Not to be confused with Linda Stein, who is a lovely lady and an excellent member of society but is not human in the slightest.) Was the one to march up to the monstrosity of a haunted mansion in progress to demand to speak to the pair.

She clutched the cross on her necklace tightly in her hands as she saw the mansion in all its ‘unholy’ glory. As per Mettaton’s usual ‘go big or go home’ approach to his work, the damned thing looked like something out of someone’s nightmares! The mansion itself looked like an old-fashioned but normal one but the “Decorations”? Large patches of fleshy growths scattered all over and presumably within the mansion, giant human-like bones and organs growing in and around the area, thick black fluid being pumped into the monstrosity, and god knows what else!

Linda felt sick to her stomach when she walked up the thing, almost swearing that she saw the flesh patches writhing, as well as the bloodshot eyes embedded into the outside walls staring directly at her. In her other hand, she held a copy of the H.O.A.’s very strict rule book, clutching onto it as if it were a bible. She took a deep breath in, and pounded on the door.

“Just give me five minutes Darling!✨”

The mechanical menace whom she once adored on television before meeting him face-to-face oh too cheerfully responded over the sound of a roaring chainsaw and nails being pounded into wood on the other side of the door. After an exact five minutes had passed (she checked her watch between impatiently knocking on the door and tapping her foot on the ground), she was greeted with a giant calculator-like robot wearing a spiffy Halloween-themed suit complete with a tie with a bat pattern on it.

“Why Linda, how nice of you to drop by!”

She frowned at the superstar machine.

“Mettaton, are you aware that you’re violating the H.O.A. rules regarding Halloween decorations?! And what on earth are you two thinking holding a Halloween party here?! Do you have any idea how many noise complaints you’ll get?! The fine you’ll get is-”

“SShhhhhh”

Mettaton put his finger against her lips and Linda crossed her arms in frustration as he continued to draw out that ‘shush’ noise. His other arm extended into the room behind him and retracted with a large pile of papers in hand. He stopped shushing when the papers where in her face. She internally groaned at the sight of them, she hated it when people found loopholes.

“As you can see here, here, here, here, here, here, and here... Everything we’re going is completely within the H.O.A. rules and regulations.”

“What the?!” Her eye twitched, her face turned red, and after skimming through Mettaton’s papers, she spoke through gritted teeth “Okay, so your decorations are Technically allowed... But only because nobody would ever think that we’d have to make a rule against animating MEAT with black magic to make Halloween decorations... But what about the party itself?! And the noise?!”

While Mettaton did not have eyes at the moment, Linda could feel him rolling them at her.

“The ‘Party’ you claim we’re throwing is actually a charity ball that happens to have a Halloween theme to it, which as you can see under this section right here, IS allowed.”

She raised an eyebrow at the robot.

“What type of charity?”

The lights cut out, all replaced with a single spotlight on Mettaton, who was now dramatically draped over a piano while a sad melody on a violin began to play and white rose petals started to fall on him.

“A great tragedy had fallen on thousands upon thousands of innocent lives... Men, women, and even small children stripped from their homes, from their friends and families and all brutally slaughtered! And after death? Their souls broken, and forcefully fused together within a prison of vile ink made by a cruel man who cared not that he was turning nightmares into reality, as long as it meant his dreams come true... These restless souls have finally been freed from their devilish tormentor, and had grown attached to this world, no longer humans, but not quite monsters either. These people are lonely, confused and scared in a new modern world that while offers them new chances and opportunities, is a strange and foreign place that overwhelms them to the point where they want to go back. As having a familiar yet horrible home can be more welcoming than an unknown yet kind home at times. We’re raising money and awareness to help these poor people get back on their feet.”

 Linda bit her lip and rolled her eyes at Mettaton’s overly sappy and over-dramatic speech, she knew that the “people” he was referring to were most likely those strange, hyper, 2-D creatures and or those disgusting, smelly, ink things that took up residence inside Mt. Ebott after all of the regular monsters came up here.

“And what about noise complaints?”

The lights flicked back on and Mettaton threw himself off the piano in annoyance.

“Well, Sammy and I are constructing sound proof walls as we speak, so when the building is properly complete, there wont be a thing to worry about.”

Linda threw her head back laughing.

“Sammy is helping build them? Sammy Lawrence? That weird giant slug thing with the creepy mask? What does he do? Ooze on the wood that needs to be nailed up?”

“You can always ask him what he does yourself, Darling!” He pushed her down the hall and into the next room before slamming the door behind him while she stayed on the other side. “He loves to answer questions!”

“Hey! Don’t just shove me in here with that disgusting mass of slime! I don’t care if you’re a celebrity or not, I can have you arrested and- Oh sweet Jesus, Mary and Joseph...”

“Have a Banana, Hannah, Try the salami, Tommy, Get with the gravy, Davey, Everybody eats when they come to my house.”

While she was pounding on the door, she looked back just to make sure that the creature Mettaton often worked with wasn’t about to pounce on her and gnaw her limbs off, but instead of a giant black slug that had arms and reeked of spoiled meat and moldy art supplies, she was starring at a human being. And he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen in person.

“Try a tomato, Plato, Here’s cacciatore, Dorie, Taste the baloney, Tony, Everybody eats when they come to my house!”

The man was tall and broad, his skin was clean-shaven, on the paler side and had healed claw marks all over it, he wasn’t wearing a shirt at all (A fact which Linda was very thankful for.) which revealed that he had a large, strange tattoo on his back, and he had dirty-blond hair that was so long that it was only stopped from dragging on the floor thanks to the braid it was in.

“I fix your favorite dishes, Hopin’ this good food fills ya! Work my hands to the bone in the kitchen alone, You better eat if it kills ya!”

He had his back turned to her, singing to himself and clearly very focused on the task in front of him, but she happily watched his every move in awed silence. In addition to his body, the man also had a lovely singing voice.

“Pass me a winda, Linda,” he gestured behind him. “In all seriousness, if you could pass me that window pane behind you, that would be great.”

“Oh!”

Linda snapped up and instantly scrambled for the window he had gestured to.

“Thank you, that’ll do.”

The head of the PTA and member of the H.O.A. stared intensely at him, taking in every single detail of his front. From his black pants to his washboard abs- until he gently tilted her head up so that she was looking at the man’s face.

“You know,” He said teasingly with a wink. “My eyes are up here.”

His sharp-featured face that only had one long claw mark on it as opposed to the rest of his body, his bright white smile that she couldn’t find a single flaw in, and his eyes, his deep, dark brown eyes that just made her melt by looking at them. Oh sweet lord, this man was so far out of her league that she honest to god thought he was blind to be flirting with her.

“I’m so sorry sir!”

Linda blushed redder than a jar of tomato sauce and looked away altogether, trying to fruitlessly cobble together an explanation.

“MettatonpushedmeinheretospeakwithSammyLawrencebutyouwerehereinsteadandyouhaveareallyprettyvoiceandimsosorry-”

“Wait, Mettaton sent you in?”

“Y-yes..?”

“And you’re looking for Sammy?”

“Yes?”

“Well why didn’t you say so sooner? What do you want to speak with me about?”

She went from bright red to white as a sheet as soon as that sentence left his mouth. Now that she thought about it, didn’t the local news channel say that the ink creatures could shape-shift? Oh god, this man was that gross slimy creature... The gross slimy creature that she kicked in the face with her high heels the second she saw it in person...

“N-nothing!”

She then ran out of the house as fast as her legs could carry her, jumped into her car, slammed down the breaks and sped as far away as she could. Once she was possibly miles away from everyone, she buried her face into the car horn and screamed.

Back at the haunted mansion, Sammy let out a long held sigh of relief.

“Thank fucking God she’s finally gone, just listening to that harpy’s voice makes me want to bash my head in against a wall.”

“Oh my...” The robot star half-dejectedly mused. “And here I thought the winds of romance would turn her cold, dead heart.”

“Mettaton, my standards might be rock bottom, but they’re not in the mariana trench.”

[txmpx]

「 

hello! i’m toni and this is theo my discord is toni#4182! the cursed childs canon does not exist in my canon folks therefore theodore does not duel harry nor does he have any involvement with time-turners or being arrested because of said involvement. he also doesn’t support the dark side and just stays in his own lane. oh he’s also a seer.

TW: arranged marriage, loveless marriage, spouse killing, parental death, abusive father.

{gong yoo; male; demiseuxal/heteroromantic} look who it is, theodore nott! the first child of eunhee nott and minjun nott. he is a former slytherin, who teaches divination, and aligns with neutral. some describe him as compassionate, but he has also been called chaotic.

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↳𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖔

theodore eunyeol nott ; ; forty-three ; ; january third 1980 ; ; londonderry, n.ireland ; ; sacred 28

↳𝖆𝖈𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖈𝖘

slytherin alumni ; ; divination teacher ; ; seer

↳𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞

theodore nott was born into an exceptionally cold household, his father’s first wife had been unable to conceive a child and his second wife was beyond repulsed by him, simply marrying to appease her family. a year into the marriage theodore was born, he was the apple of their eye, though he was everything his father didn’t want. he was disobedient, never followed rules and was always testing him. their relationship never really recovered from the moment minjun had killed eunhee, six years after theodore had been born, his mother had given birth to another child and with two children eunhee had outgrown her uses, teaching theodore to be more accepting than he should have been towards muggles. though in his father’s eyes he was clearing the world of filth, forcing a seven year old theodore to watch the incident.

theodore’s relationship with his father was non-existent, he was to sit there behave, look proper and never speak out of turn. functions with other purebloods were often too much for him to handle, he sat there bored, not wanting to be there nor caring to be involved but somehow gaining friends from those circles. it did help the transfer from homeschooling to hogwarts slightly less traumatic, while he wasn’t particularly outspoken, preferring to put his head down and do his work, his friends were left to their own devices to do whatever they thought necessary. he was simply to unphased to care about much, his father was constantly down his throat to become a deatheater - draco had joined, what was to stop him from doing so? he often mused that he had a brain and his father’s beliefs simply weren’t his own nor would he care to be involved in that type of life, especially if his father was trying to push it on him. worst case scenario he would end up like his mum, and being away from his dad would finally give him freedom. sixth year he was finally given that freedom, testifying against his father was hard but the enjoyment of seeing his fathers facade crimble was even better. if he was locked up in azkaban his entire life theodore would not care.

voldemort had been defeated, with theodore choosing the option not to fight, he didn’t care strongly about either side, in his opinion war was pointless, the pureblood ideas were pointless but going back to hogwarts was not. he wanted to do something with his life, he was mostly passive in his approach. though being a seer he mostly predicted the outcome of the whole ordeal, his predictions were mostly sporadic and often times inaccurate, he used his ability to his advantage. though working at the ministry was not what he had wanted, he couldn’t complain, he had enough money to pay for himself and his younger sibling.

his twins were accidental, he was young and stupid and at the age of eighteen he should have been more careful, their relationship didn’t last, she wasn’t cut out to be a mum, the effects of the war had been too much for her to handle and she had decided that motherhood was a much worse fate than what she could have been living. which lead to theodore being a single parent with very little going on for himself, he worked, looked after his children and didn’t have much of a life. but he was happy, much happier than he had ever been. then came his final child, his dedication to work had slightly dwindled, his family came from money, he could happily live as a stay at home dad but once they had grew older theodore had became much more bored than he had anticipated. choosing a new career path hadn’t been easy, he didn’t know what he wanted to do until teaching came up, he had found that he loved it, deciding that he was most likely going to teach until he couldn’t anymore.

↳𝖆𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖘

dad jokes ; ; embarrassing yourself in public ; ; compassion is key ; ; always early ; ; white wine drinking ; ; leaving voicemails after the beep ; ; quiet sundays ; ;  reading in coffee shops ; ; family game nights ; ; conspiracy theories

↳𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞

↳inspired by ; ; tba

ambitious ; ; seemingly oblivious ; ; loyal ; ; honest ; ; responsible ; ; compassionate ; ; impulsive ; ; materialistic ; ; pessimistic ; ; defensive

+d&d, warhammer, word of warcraft, anime, lord of the rings -pushy people, sweet tea, country music, the cold, karaoke

↳singing in the shower ↳goes for a walk each day and always gets lost ↳accidentally rolling his eyes when he hears something stupid ↳takes too many photos of his kids to the point of being embarrassing

↳𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖘

supportive dad ; ; dark and troubled past ; ; tranquil fury eldest child ; ; daddy issues ; ; zuko’s redemption arc family man ; ; the berserk button ; ; the chess master the closet geek ; ; comically serious ; ; even evil has standards the lancer ; ; loophole misuse ; ; heart is an awesome power

[bluebellhairpin]

Fresh Off The Press

Peter Parker X Fem!Stark!Reader

A/N: Can you guess I’ve seen Far From Home Yet? - Nemo

Warning(s): Angst, and overall media being pushing media. (I removed the FFH Spoiler warning because it’s been ages since the movie came out.) 

Summary: Thanks to Quentin Beck, the world now knows who hides behind the mask of Spider-Man. But you, one of Tony Stark’s long lost children, decide to take things into your own hands. Maybe then the press will leave poor Peter Parker alone. Maybe then the press will believe someone else is Spider-Man.

Masterlist  

[Edited 1-04-2020]

You had been having a rough year as it was. A holiday was needed, but you knew now was a horrible time to rest.

Your world was in chaos. 

After confronting Tony Stark in the five years between blips, you were given a lot of trouble. Dealing with the media became an everyday occurrence. Even with half the population gone they didn’t take a break. 

Then after Tony died, you helped direct attention away from Pepper and Morgan. People had questions, and they wouldn’t rest until they had answers. So since, by now, everyone knew you were a Stark, you took the interviews, answering every question fired at you with ease and truth, without telling too much. 

Eventually, while Pepper was still the CEO of Stark Industries, you became the new face of the company. Partially because the Media liked having you around, and partially because Pepper couldn’t bear to do it herself. 

But now, this was a whole new board game. 

Mysterio was already a villain you had to explain on behalf of the disappeared Avengers, but now Spider-Man was too.

He’d become the villain.

You already knew who Peter Parker really was, and you did your best to direct questions about all anonymous heroes away from their civilian identities, even going so far as to pose others as one of their aliases somewhere where the other wasn’t. You even had people scanning photos, videos and web articles so that nothing would leak. 

But this one slipped through every loophole like that was what it was made for.

And so that is what led you here, minutes away from the biggest ‘do or die’ of your life. The city and the world wanted answers. They wanted confirmation of who Spider-Man was. They wanted to know if, in Beck’s last moments, he was finally telling the truth. 

As for Peter and May, they just wanted to be left alone. 

They were waiting in a back room, along with Pepper and Morgan, watching a live-stream of the event on the TV. You’d only met Peter once before, but you knew you’d do anything for him.

Tony really didn't second guess him in the slightest. He had no reason to. 

As soon as you stepped out from behind the door, cameras flashed and questions were thrown right away. You walked up to the podium, ignoring the attention like usual, and took in a deep breath, shooting a look to your right at Happy.

Hey, even accustomed public speakers got nervous. 

You looked up at the main camera, the one the proper live-stream was being viewed on, and the room took that as their cue to be silent. 

“I understand since last week’s shock that many questions are still left unanswered. No doubt it came as a shock to everyone, including myself, as to Mr. Beck’s so-called reveal of Spider-Man.” You took this moment to look up from your speech to survey the room. Many were eating up your words like it was their last meal on earth. “Beck was an illusionist. And a disgruntled, former Stark Industries employee. He wanted nothing more than to take down what my father built and remake it with his name plastered over it. Nothing he ever said was worth trusting.”

A reporter put her hand up, and you nodded to her to speak.

“So are you saying the video Mysterio recorded and gave to the source was fake?” Murmurs started in the room, but you silenced them very quickly.

“Yes, it was all staged.”

“So what did happen? How do you know Mysterio was lying?” the reporter said, a light smirk on her lips. She thought she’d caught you.

“We have footage from the EDITH glasses that show exactly what Spider-Man saw, and what ‘Mysterio’ saw whenever they had them on.”  You told them straight, and murmurs rose again. 

The EDITH glasses had been made known to the public as soon as they were in Peter’s possession. You’d made sure that manufacturing of fake replicas were available at every shop that sold Tony Stark memorabilia. They became a novelty very quickly. It was your way of making sure Peter never got caught wearing Stark tech with no reason. 

“We have the real footage prepared, if you can bear to handle the truth.” You added, your own lips quirked up in a smirk, and the room all gave answers that sounded like approval. You turned back to look at Happy, and he pressed a few buttons to get a projection on exactly what happened in London that day. 

As the footage played, the contorted voice of Spider-Man contrasted to the normal voice of Mysterio played through the eerily silent room. You noted looks of confusion on people’s faces as to why Spider-Man’s voice was like that, and some looked like something you couldn’t recognize.

The footage ended and another reporter spoke up.

“Why was Mr. Parker’s voice distorted? We all already know who he is.” he said, laughing awkwardly. 

“EDITH is programmed to distort the wearer's voice to preserve identity. And I know that you think Mr. Parker is Spider-Man, however I’m obligated to inform you that you are wrong.” The room roared to life with more flashes of light and questions. You rose your hand to silence them, and they simmered down within a few moments. 

“So who is Mr. Parker?”

“He was one misfortune student on a school trip to Europe that Mr. Beck just so happened to know was there at the time. Mr. Parker has worked with Tony as an intern in the past, and Mr. Beck obviously figured that he was the perfect person whose life to mess with. The perfect person to make him look like the hero. It could have easily been anyone else on the trip Mr. Parker was on. He was simply in a series of events that led him to the wrong place at the wrong time.” 

They were back to eating your words in full. Beck sure didn’t lie about people believing anything.

In the back room, Morgan was comfortably sitting on Peter’s knees; she’d adopted him as her older brother the first afternoon they met. May was sitting on his one side, a tight grip on his hand, and Pepper on his other to give some sort of emotional support. 

Peter couldn’t believe how well you could just ‘say’ all those things, some of it was the truth, other parts were a bit of a stretch, but he found himself not minding. He found himself believing too. 

For a moment even he believed he might not be Spider-Man. 

“So who is Spider-Man?” 

You looked over at a new reporter, he looked old, and worn, and he seemed to just want answers. You’d hate to just give it to him.

“Anyone can wear the mask.” you started, looking back down at your speech again. You smiled to yourself at the words there. But you ignored them. 

“Even me.”

[twokinkybeans]

Jar Of Dirt Chapter 2: Tiramisu [Starker Fanfiction NSWF/18+]

Kink/Sexual Warnings: Public Teasing (verbal & physical), Exhibitionism, Praise Kink, Slight Food Play, subspace, hinting at Tony being a Sugar Daddy, hinting at potential Daddy Kink. Other warnings: None

All Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10 ... Masterpost (More to come!)

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Chapter 2: Tiramisu To say Tony was having an existential crisis would be an understatement. Peter left to do some shopping, and now Tony’s sitting on the couch, trying his best not to stare at the jar on the kitchen counter. Peter filled about a third of the jar with pieces of paper with his own kinks on it, and right before he left, Tony caught him tossing in another one. There’s nothing in the world that Tony wants more than to know what’s going on inside Peter’s head. What kinks he wants to explore. What he wants Tony to do to him. Tony groans as he hangs his head back. Just imagining Peter asking Tony to do whatever’s on those pieces of paper riles him up. His mouth is dry at the thought of Peter on the bed, staring at him with those big, brown, puppy eyes. Puppy.

“Fuck, I’m going to hell for this.” Tony gets up swiftly and grabs the notepad from the coffee table. He scribbles down all the things that his mind comes up with for now. He quickly folds the pieces of paper and tosses them in the jar. The faster they’re out of his mind, the more at ease he will be. Right?

Wrong. Tony had shaken the jar a few times to scramble up both his and Peter’s kinks, but a small voice inside him almost made him regret putting in a few of those. But there’s no going back. He promised Peter he wouldn’t look and finding the ones he’d rather take out for now would mean checking the pieces of paper until he sees them. He doesn’t want to break Peter’s trust. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself. And Peter doesn’t want him to hold back or lie about it either, so he took the jump. Now all he has to do is land on both feet.

-

It takes about an hour for Peter to return from the shopping. He puts the bags on the kitchen counter and starts unpacking them, putting everything away right where it belongs. Tony heard the boy come in, so he made his way over to the kitchen as well. He leans against the fridge and smiles, watching Peter move around the kitchen ever so swiftly. It fills Tony’s heart with joy that Peter feels - and acts - as if he’s home here. Which, in a way, he is. “Hi, Tony! I got you some Tiramisu from that small shop a block away.” The boy sends him a proud smile. Tony stares at the boy. That shop is definitely off route to the grocery store he usually goes to. Meaning Peter made an effort to do that for him. God. “Thanks, Peter, you’re so good to me.”

Peter blushes, and his gaze falls to the floor for a moment before looking up again, breaking into a shy grin. “I like it when you say stuff like that, Mr. Stark.” “I know you do, boy. So do I. Speaking of which-” Tony nods at the jar. “I put in a couple of my own.” Peter snorts. “The jar’s over halfway full now. Wouldn’t say that’s ‘a couple.’” “You got a point there. So, we better get started then, don’t you think?” Tony takes a step closer, and Peter looks up at him, eyes wide. “You really want to try these with me? I need to be sure.” Peter whispers then. He knows Tony has some… Secret things he’s into. He is so eager to try everything, he just hopes his kinks won’t seem to be too innocent. Tony’s hand creeps to the jar next to them. He snakes his hand inside, not breaking eye contact with Peter. His message clear. “I will do anything to you and for you, Pete.” A shiver runs down the boy’s spine. He can already feel his cock twitching in his pants, and blood rushes to his cheeks when he sees Tony noticed too. The man teases by twisting his hand in the jar over and over, grabbing one piece of paper and then dropping it again. “You’re gonna kill me like this, Mr. Stark,” Peter breathes out. The older man smiles, but Peter notices a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

“How about…” Tony’s voice is low. Deep. The vibrations of it go straight to Peter’s dick. He can’t stop staring into Tony’s eyes, too caught up in how they shift from their warm, brown shade to a deep, lustful black. Peter’s snapped out of it by Tony’s hand appearing between their faces, a piece of paper clutched in his fist. Peter recognizes the blue lines and slightly discolored paper as one of his own. Peter swallows, eyes fixed on what’s in front of him. “...This one.” Tony muses. He cocks his head. “Do you want to read it, or should I?” There’s a tight knot in Peter’s stomach, and he looks down embarrassed. Even his ears are red, and Tony bites his lip. How can one boy be so adorable? “You, please.”

Tony carefully opens the folded piece of paper and sucks in a breath when he reads the words. “Well, aren’t I a lucky man,” he sighs content. Peter immediately looks back up, eyes wide, wondering which kink Tony pulled out of the jar. “Guess we’ll be eating Tiramisu at that restaurant I’ve been meaning to try.” Tony grins wide and turns the piece of paper around so Peter can see what’s written on it.

Public Teasing.

Peter’s mouth hangs open slightly, and he stares up at Tony, only to be met with a pair of dark, hungry eyes. Peter swallows hard. “You like it?” “I do, Peter.” Tony whispers, his voice deep and seductive, the way he always does when he’s about to whisper some dirty things into Peter’s ear. It makes Peter twitch in his pants. Tony walks up to the boy, gripping the back of his shirt tightly and pulling him in for a hot kiss. Peter whimpers and wraps his arms around Tony’s neck, eager to kiss him back. Tony moans and tilts his head forward. Their foreheads touching, lips mere inches away. Peter can feel the hot breath on his skin, and he wants to drop to his knees right then and there. But Tony’s voice helps him stay grounded. For now.

“Go change, Peter.” Tony licks his own lips, though his tongue slightly grazes Peter’s in the process. “Want you to wear something that makes you feel sexy. Can you do that for me?” Peter nods right away. “Yes, Mr. Stark.” He wants to please Tony. Wants to be the reason for the billionaire to shift in his seat when they’re at the restaurant. Wants to know he’s the reason Tony is hard in his expensive, Italian, black suit while ordering the damned Tiramisu, all composed and in charge of the situation. Peter wants to drive the other man crazy. “Off you go then,” Tony whispers, and he lets go of the boy. Peter grins, the arousal fueling his confidence right away. Tony wants the same thing he does.

-

Peter’s buzzing with excitement. They walk into the fancy place Tony was talking about earlier, and it reminds Peter just how rich the other man actually is. Peter never liked taking money from Tony. Uncle Ben always reminded him that he should work hard for himself. Tony quickly found a loophole, though, simply hanging a new set of clothes in Peter’s wardrobe without saying anything, that kind of stuff. If Peter didn’t hold Tony back, he’d be spoiled rotten by now. A little voice in his head tells him it’s not actually a bad thing and that he wants it, but he needs to stay humble. Wants to remain humble. Even Tony told him, “You’ll get used to it one day.” Maybe he will.

Dinner dates were still a sensitive topic because Tony’s directly spending money on Peter and the fact that the menus don’t even have prices on them says more than enough about what the night’s going to cost. There’s no way he would ever dare to get close to a restaurant like this if he wasn’t with the other man. Today, however, it feels special. Like he’s getting a treat. Or maybe he is the treat. Both work for him.

Peter knew the place wouldn’t be even close to average, so he actually tried his best to dress up nicely while still feeling sexy. He opted for a black short-sleeved button-up, revealing just a tad too much of his chest. The simple pair of jeans were showing off his legs really nicely, and he wore the shiny low boots Tony had bought him last week. He had noticed the way Tony’s eyes lingered on them when Peter had walked back into the room, his lips curling into an approving smile. Thinking about the sex they had the other day, Peter has wanted to test waters even more. So he nudges Tony’s side right before they walk in. “You like my new boots?” “Hmmm, I knew they’d fit you perfectly. They’re just amazing on you.” “You’re such a sugar daddy, you know that, right?” Peter glances sidewards and grins when he sees the quick flash of something cross the other man’s eyes. Gotcha. He’s definitely adding another piece of paper to the jar tonight.

They find their way to their booth, and Peter is happy to sit down, able to ignore the tingling sensation of being stared at. He knows people are still… Confused at their relationship. He can’t blame them. Before Peter gets to overthink things even further, the menu is placed in front of him. He curiously opens it, snorting at the cursive text. “Are you sure we’re ordering food?” He looks up at Tony, who chuckles. The man leans forward and takes the menu out of Peter’s hands, softly grazing his fingertips past Peter’s. “How about I order for us?” He glances up from the menu with a mischievous look on his face. “Want you to taste extra sweet for me tonight.” “Why don’t we go straight to dessert, then?” Peter places his elbows on the table with a cheeky grin as he rests his chin in his hands. “Tsk. Tsk.” Tony shakes his head. “Behave, kid.” Peter pouts and falls back into his seat. “But-” “Only good boys get rewarded.” Peter stiffens in his chair and Tony cocks an eyebrow. “Don’t you want to be a good boy?” Peter’s at a loss for words, staring straight at his mentor. His dick is already straining against the fabric of his pants and he realizes this is going to be a long evening. “Well? Do you?” Peter nods, maybe a little too frantically. “Y-yes, sir- I mean, Mr. Stark- Ah!” He hides his face in his hands, and Tony’s loud, rumbling laughter causes half the restaurant to turn their heads to them. Tony leans forward over the table, knowing everyone’s watching and quietly whispers. “You’re so easy.”

Peter flushes a bright red, and he hates to admit that it only adds to his arousal. But he’s not going to be the only one affected by this. He can see it in Tony’s eyes. The other man is thriving off this so badly. He leans forward and licks his lips. “Are you sure you don’t want me to be bad, just for a bit?” Peter grins, tilting his head to the side. Challenging him. “I’m sure you’d love to punish me.” “Hush now, don’t push your luck, naughty boy.” The older man cocks an eyebrow. “Besides…” The pause that follows is tantalizing. So long. “Even if you decided to be a brat right now, all it takes is one touch, and you’re putty in my hands.” “You think I’m not strong enough?” “Not for me.”

Peter sits back again, not breaking eye contact with Tony and mulling over his words until the waiter comes back to take their order. Tony orders a whole bunch of stuff Peter has never heard of before. But he trusts Tony’s judgment. He knows what Peter likes. Soon after, their table is filled with delicious-looking food. There’s so much to choose from. His senses are trying to analyze everything he sees, smells. It’s an annoying side effect to his spider powers. Every experience dials up his senses to eleven. Tony tells Peter to just try it, not think about it too much. So, Peter takes a deep breath, and he listens.

True to his word, all of the dishes Tony ordered were sweet. The flavors swirl around in Peter’s mouth. He’s rarely tasted anything this delicious. When he takes a bite out of a sweet rice dish, his whole body covers in goosebumps, and he involuntarily moans. “Mr.-” He swallows the bite away before continuing. “-Stark. This is so good!” Tony cocks an eyebrow and scoots towards Peter over the booth’s velvet bench. “How about I have a taste then?” Peter’s about to offer his plate when he realizes what Tony’s doing. His breath hitches in his throat, and he nods, preparing the next bite of rice on his spoon.

However, Tony halts about three-quarters of the way towards Peter. He doesn’t sit right next to him. There’s still a distance between them. To Peter’s surprise, Tony starts leaning in. But he has to go so far that he has to hold himself upright by placing his hand on… Peter gulps when Tony softly squeezes his thigh. “Come on, then, baby, let me have a taste.” Tony squeezes again when he says that last word. Peter immediately turns his upper body to offer Tony the spoon and he gladly takes it in his mouth, closing his eyes and practically kissing the silverware. When his lips let go of the spoon, he looks at Peter through half-lidded eyes. “Sweet,” he states. “But not as sweet as you.” Without warning, Tony’s hand travels up and cups Peter’s hard-on through his jeans, causing Peter to yelp quietly. His breath hitches, and he prays no one is paying attention to them now. “Tony, I-” Tony tightens his grip, and Peter bites down his bottom lip hard, trying to keep himself from moaning out loud. “What’s that again, baby?” “D-don’t stop. Please.”

“Excuse me?” Both men are startled by a soft female voice, interrupting their moment. “Hi there-” Tony clears his throat loudly but doesn’t take his hand off Peter’s dick. Peter looks at Tony wide-eyed but doesn’t complain or try to shift away. “Can we help you with anything?” “W-well, my little brother’s a big fan, Mr. Stark. I was wondering if I could get a picture?” Tony chuckles as he rubs his thumb over Peter’s hard on under the table. The boy forces a smile on his face, trying to act casual. “Of course, Miss.” Tony’s free hand runs through his hair, and Peter silently thanks whatever god is out there when Tony finally scoots closer to sit flush against Peter’s side. “Where do I look?” Tony jokes.

During the entirety of the conversation, Tony kept teasing Peter through his pants. Peter was having an incredibly hard time keeping himself collected, covering up his whimpers with small coughs and sniffs, which resulted in the lady asking if Peter had a cold. When the young woman finally leaves, Tony gives Peter a side-eye and halts his movement. “What’s that?” Tony’s lips curl into a wicked smile as his hand presses on the damp spot in Peter’s jeans. “You wet, baby boy?” “Hnngh, yeah, you are so cruel,” Peter breathes out quietly. “Well, you’re gonna have to keep it in your pants, cause I’m not leaving until we’ve had the Tiramisu.” “But there’s some in the fridge too!” He knows he’s never going to win this, doesn’t even want to. He just doesn’t want to give in so easily. “Good things come to those who wait.” “Alright, I trust you.” He looks up at Tony and slowly sneaks his hand towards the other man’s groin, tracing just above the outline of his cock. “And I know you’ll make it worth everything.” “Now, that’s more like it,” Tony whispers and gives him a quick kiss on his cheek. With his free hand, he calls over the waiter and orders a Tiramisu. “One plate, two spoons, please.” “Of course, Mr. Stark.”

Peter is slowly starting to feel a bit hazy on arousal. His senses are not really focussing on his surroundings anymore, he’s hyper-aware of everything that’s Tony. Just Tony. The slow, gentle stroking on his aching cock, the low chuckles, the breath tickling the side of his neck. He’s never been so off-guard in public. But he feels safe. Safe and cared for. He wants to be good for Tony. A lazy smile spreads on his face, and he lets out a dreamy sigh. All it takes is one touch and you’re putty in my hands. Tony was right. Tony’s always right.

“You’re so beautiful, Peter,” Tony mumbles into his ear. “I’m going to let go of you for now, okay? But I’m still here. Right here next to you.” Peter nods slowly. His eyes flutter, and he turns his face to look at the only one who can make him feel like this. His name gently bounces through his head like a screensaver. Tony. Peter sucks in a short breath when Tony stays true to his word and lets go of him. The Tiramisu is placed in front of them, but Peter only looks at Tony. At his dark eyes. His lips. His jaw. The way the skin around his eyes crinkles when he thanks the waiter with a smile.

“You still okay, Peter?” Tony asks the younger boy when he realizes Peter is so pliant and soft for him. Peter nods at him and Tony takes a deep breath. Peter’s clearly floating in his own body right now. It’s his job to protect him. Guide him through this. “Want me to feed you?” “Please?” Tony smiles at him and pulls the plate a bit closer towards them. He takes the spoon and carefully scrapes some of the cream at the top only, bringing it towards Peter’s lips. Peter closes his eyes as he takes the spoon into his mouth. “Thaaat’s it, honey,” he coos. Peter absentmindedly presses his tongue at the bottom of the spoon. If Tony’s dick was twitching before, it’s throbbing now. He takes the spoon back carefully and grins. “You got some on your cheek, wait, let me help.” He slowly sweeps the excess of Peter’s skin and brings his finger in front of the boy’s mouth. “Peter, baby...” Peter flutters his eyes open and he immediately spots Tony’s finger in front of him, going slightly cross-eyed for a second to focus on Tony’s digit. His eyes are fixated on the white cream. “Suck,” Tony whispers. Peter blinks and opens his mouth. Tony can see how much the boy wants this, he’s nearly drooling. Peter’s lips wrap around Tony’s finger, all the way down to the golden ring resting at the knuckle, and he sucks gently, a soft moan escaping his lips. He’s staring up at Tony with his eyes blown wide and it makes Tony feel all the things he swore he’d keep at bay in his relationship with Peter. But now, watching how much Peter is enjoying himself, he can’t help the filthy thoughts from entering his mind.

“Taste good?” “Mmsweet,” Peter moans around Tony’s finger. “You like that, baby boy? Knowing everyone’s watching you be so good for me.” Peter nods, closing his eyes. He doesn’t seem to be able to stop sucking. “Mhm.” “Such a good boy for me, Peter.” Peter whimpers at the praise and reaches for Tony with his relaxed arms. “M’your good boy,” he whispers. “That’s right. Don’t you ever forget that.” He strokes the boy’s cheek with his other hand. “You want some more?”

Tony feeds him more of the Italian dessert, at one point just discarding the spoon at the table and scooping it all up with his fingers. He relishes in the feeling of Peter’s tongue around his finger, licking him, sucking softly. It reminds him of how Peter sucked him off just a few nights ago. He loves how Peter dives into it all. He’s so brave. Tony took years to explore all that. He never regretted that, but he couldn’t quite believe his luck with Peter. Felt so honored to be the one to help Peter figure out all this.

He takes his finger out of Peter’s mouth again and bites down his lips when he watches the boy stare at him, his lips still apart, waiting for more. But the Tiramisu plate is empty, and all Tony can think about is bouncing his sweet boy on his cock. He can’t hold himself back anymore. He lifts Peter’s chin up and leans in to kiss him. Peter’s lips are so warm, so sticky and sweet. It makes Tony groan with white-hot desire. “M-Mzzer St-ah-” Peter’s words are slurred in their sloppy kiss. Tony’s free hand finds a way through Peter’s hair, and when their lips let go, the boy sighs into him.

“Can’t believe I’m still hungry after all that food,” the man chuckles dryly as he waves for the waiter to fetch him the bill. Peter blinks slowly and stares at the empty plate of Tiramisu before looking back at Tony. Even though the kid can’t form any coherent sentences anymore, Tony knows what he means. The man leans in to Peter’s ear and suckles softly on it. “The Tiramisu was yours, my sweet boy.” His teeth graze over Peter’s earlobe. “But I, Peter… I’m hungry for you.” The boy whimpers under the attention and slightly bucks his hips when Tony’s hand finds its way back to Peter’s leaking cock. “And once we get home…” Tony can’t help himself and sucks a hickey on Peter’s neck, knowing it’ll have healed by the time they get to the Tower. “I’m going to devour you.”

--- More: Chapter 3 Masterpost