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mar-iiposa · 11 months

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prompt: the boys find out that their s/o snorts when they laugh

tag(s)/warnings: GN reader, suggestive comments/themes/jokes, vv fluffy

requests: open

authors note at the end for readers!! stay tuned :D

Leonardo:

he’s trimming his bonsai (you know how much he treasures them)

he’s slightly humming “boy’s a liar too

you’re reading a book whilst in the dojo

the dojo is quiet except for the calculated snips

you decided to save the next chapter of your book for later, so you quietly go on your phone

until you see a cute couples date idea on your ‘for you’ page

“hey, leo?”

you didn’t expect your voice to come off as wayy louder than intended

and neither did your boyfriend

the blue-masked ninja jumps at the unexpected noise

so much so that he knocks his bonsai over

his heart stops and he swiftly dove to the floor and scrambled to juggle the plant before finally catching it

he wipes his forehead and breathes a loud sigh of relief

however, you’re laughing your literal ass off

never have you seen him so visibly stressed

you were convinced he was gonna have a heart attack

hunched over and gripping your own sides, you’re hollering

and out comes snorts while you laugh

but as soon as you realize you’re snorting, you put a hand to your mouth

as you blink in embarrassment and security,

leo smiles over at you in adoration

with those criminal cute dimples too

“what was tha-?”

“you heard nothing.”

“babe, I know what I heard.”

you look away in pure embarrassment, heavily avoiding eye contact

“I know it’s weird-“

he’s now visibly confused

like wtf??? wdym ‘weird’??

he thought, if anything, that he’s the weird one

considering he’s a mutant turtle

“how is that gorgeous laugh weird?”

you’re about to respond when you pause

your cheeks grow warm

“what-“

“you heard me.”

and he’s giving you that little coy yet sincere smile of his

“you should laugh like that more often, princess.”

your jaw has dropped

he takes a few steps towards you

and he gently holds your chin, lifting it so that you look up at him

eye contact (l o r d)

“I like that raw beauty.”

you sink into your seat, oh my god

he chuckles softly and pecks your lips with a kiss before walking out of the dojo

you’re stunned.

and why are you turned on-

Raphael:

so we all know raph

and he is the biggest “gym rat”

( no offense to master splinter )

and you guys know those squats that you do with weights???

yeah, well, raph wanted to try those out today

and so he did

but it didn’t go by unnoticed

you were spotting raph (gym term) when mikey passed by

and my god, does mikey always have something to say

right as raph was mid-squat

“nice ass-popping, raph”

you

you LOST IT

in tears laughing

mikey instantly fled from the scene

the look on raphael’s face just made it so much better

and so did it make you laugh much harder

thus, you began to laugh your “real laugh”

snort after snort surrounded your laughter

uncontrollably snort-laughing

“ya got the hiccups there?”

and just as quickly as he mentioned it, you were just as quick to stop it

you stood from your seat and your brows furrowed together

he knew that look

that was when he knew he was screwed

and off you went, grabbing your things and ready to head up go the surface and back home for the night

he strides after you, reaching out for your arm

but you pull it back before he can get the chance

“babe, what’s wro-“

you stop briefly outside of the lair’s entrance, tears pricking at your eyes

you feel the droplets on your lashes, and you can’t look at him

so, he stands in front of you

and his heart stings

“I feel like a pig,” you cough slightly as you begin to cry

raph’s expression instantly softens

“baby… yer speakin’ nonsense.”

he gently takes your hand in his big, rough and calloused one

“everyone always says that when they hear my real laugh.”

your pout quivers as your lips do so, your shoulders shaking slightly as you cry

you move to cover your mouth and half of your face with your other hand as you cry

but he stops you

and he carefully places it on his cheek

and his left hand rests on your cheek too

“raphae-“

“I love ev’rythin’ about ya. sweet cheeks, look at me.”

your gaze flickers to meet his amber eyes

“you could have a million laughs… but this one right here? jesus, that one’s my favorite. now that’s for sure.”

you get on your toes and desperately hug your much-taller boyfriend

now this is one of the reasons he’s the love of your life

“I love you, raphie.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Donatello:

that’s it

he’s convinced you are 110% his soulmate

and here he thought that he had the worst and dorkiest laugh

this snort-laugh of yours occurred when donnie had accidentally taken a sip of scorchingly-hot coffee

he was sleep deprived

thus, he forgot how hot coffee could be

directly after pouring it

and you weren’t quick enough to stop him

so you snort laugh, stomping a little as you throw your head back in your chair

he used to hate his own laugh that involved tons of snorting sounds

but now you’ve effortlessly convinced him that it’s the best laugh in the entire universe

“what was that?”

donnie’s got the biggest and most goofiest grin on his face

“I can explain-“

his grin expands

“yeah, huh? give me another demonstration, darling.”

you shake your head in disagreement

just as you open your mouth to further reply, he continues

“oh, I bet I can out-snort you, jellybean.”

a wicked grin plastered on his face

and a mirroring grin begins to grow on yours too

“how much are we talkin’?”

“un-licked poptarts.”

“annddd?”

“annddd I’ll have to be out of the lab for a week.”

woah

this dude was serious

“deal. pleasure doing business with you, an-“

“nuh uh, no stalling. let’s hear it, you first.”

donnie gestured towards you to start off the competition

you give a purposely-snarky little laugh, snorting near the end

your boyfriend gives a nod of approval

“very cute, might be hard to beat.”

then he gives it a go

“such a rookie”

he shoots such a devastatingly-cute yet playful grin over at you

he then cracks his knuckles

“game on.”

and so now this just sparks your competitive side

you two spend the next 15 minutes just going back and forth

and those passing by right outside of the lab are so confused

“what the hell’s going on in there-”

Michelangelo:

thank god he’s a comedian

you’ve giggled countless times around mikey and towards his jokes

he’s a funny one

indefinitely getting giggles and chuckles straight out of you

but your actual laugh???

it had yet to be unleashed

until today

your boyfriend’s trying to show you how to get creative with your art

lately, you’ve been out of the zone

and who better than than the master of creativity himself to help you out of your art block?

so here you are in the sewers, spray painting on the walls

“angelcakes, you’re too stiff! you gotta relax, chillll”

“but I’m trying!”

he moves to stand directly behind you, covering your eyes with the tails of his mask, his hands over them as well

“what’re you doing?”

“just spray with your eyes closed and move, babes.”

you inhale and then exhale

with a few movements here and there, you decide to start off small until you could hopefully gain inspiration from there

instead, all you got was a surprise

“IS THAT A PENIS?”

apparently, you accidentally drew one

mikey yelped, falling to the floor as he banged his fist against it in fits of laughter

he had the humor of a middle-school boy

and so did you

top tier comedy imo

you kneeled down to the floor beside him

clapping your hands, you feel yourself losing control of your body

and that accounts and goes for your laugh too

least expecting it, you begin to snort as you uncontrollably laugh

some squeals in there too as you try to regain your composure

he laughs harder, pointing at you

you nearly feel the insecurity start to seep in

that is until you hear him go “awee!”

and your heart melts

but not as much as his has

“you like my snorting??”

“who wouldn’t?! it’s the cuuutest thing ever, baby!”

you swore that you fell deeper in love with this man

somehow

you both just sit there in those sewers

laughing over an accidental penis drawing

and continuing to laugh like a couple of fools

lovesick fools

author’s note: hello, everyone!! glad to be back! I’ve been on hiatus recently, but I hope to be more active and produce more fanfics and headcanons for you guys :) I am currently open to requests, so please send them my way! and don’t limit yourself, you can send as manyyyy requests as you want!! please leave comments and stuff, they fuel my motivation and validation tbh 🫶 thank you for reading, thrilled to be back!!

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mar-iiposa · 2 years

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Egon with an Extroverted S/O

(a/n): proofread?? ehhh- not quite. was it something keeping me up all night? oh, absolutely. these are some egon headcanons I have if he were to have an extroverted s/o (aka reader). enjoy and don’t be shy to send in any requests as much as you’d like! (I would also appreciate feedback as I’m sorta new to this)

from the very first day you stepped into the firehouse, it wasn’t exactly all head over heels and happily ever after

of course, egon was normally someone cooped up in the lab, tinkering or observing a project of his

however, it was when you applied for a job opening that you came into his life

egon didn’t ignore you, per say, but he did always tend to keep to himself

but here you come strollin’ along

waltzing into the lab

suddenly taking all of your time to show interest and offerings in his work?

yeah, pretty cool

but listening and actually understanding AND showing interest in his own???

like- you actually LISTENED TO HIM RAMBLING ABOUT SPORES AND MOLDS??

HE IS IN LOVE

so he starts letting you stay in the lab more (even sometimes more than literally everyone else)

being the extrovert you were, you were just like a beaming light and spirit

you were called his “sun” by the others

not to say that egon was grumpy, but you quite literally brightened up his life

ever since things between the both of you got more serious, he picked up smiling more

he also would find himself snickering at your jokes and even cracking a few himself

all just so he could see the way you threw your head back as you laughed (he thinks it’s the cutest thing)

he also wouldn’t just only talk about projects or anything, he would yearn to talk about you

but especially to talk to you

he loves the way you’re outgoing and extroverted

sure, he’s not extroverted himself even after being with you

but it does mean that he’s a hell of a lot admirable of the qualities you have

not only that but you had a certain flow to yourself

from what he’s closely observed ^

you definitely brought him out from his shell in various ways

he truly does think of you endearingly

you’re kind, funny, passionate

he considers that beautiful

one thing that you do that gets him completely flustered is when you pull him in by his tie for a kiss (he’s done for)

undoubtedly, he invites you to watch or assist him with his work

it’s almost as if you can read his mind when he asks for a specific tool

because before he can even open his mouth to ask for it, you’ve already most-likely got it in your hand for him

you’re such a people person, god

one of the many things he’s also noticed is how you’re so carefree

but especially that you love to laugh

and with others as well

does he brag to the guys about you? noooo, neverrrr

oh yes he does (even subtly at times)

he just thinks you’re really neat :))

plus, you were just always there for him

how did you stumble into his life? by a miracle

and how did you manage to even stay interested or drawn to someone like him? he couldn’t even hypothesize

because he simply had no possible answers or guesses

it was you just stumbling into his life

yet, it made his better

it really just baffles him.

he thinks to himself that you’re his other half, his right hand, his person

an unexpected one at that, but still

he is eternally grateful for you and solely you

and you are so endlessly enough

#egon spengler x reader #egon spengler imagine #egon spengler #ghostbusters x reader #ghostbusters imagine #ghostbusters imagines #ghostbusters headcanons #ghostbusters #harold ramis #officer friendly

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mar-iiposa · 2 years

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Pour Some Sugar on Me

Series summary: Hating each other since they first met, Michael and Y/N swore to themselves that they would never lower themselves to each other’s standards. Or did they really mean it when they accidentally allow themselves to fall into a beautiful, everlasting love?

Chapter: 1/?

Warnings: enemies to lovers (?), major character death, fluff, angst, cussing, set in the 80s baby, you’re both seniors in high school.

Word Count: 826

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“Ya snooze, ya lose, sugar!”

Michael Afton.

Michael. Fucking. Afton.

It was almost like the school day couldn’t get any worse for you. Everywhere you turned, his gaze stuck on you like leather in the hot summer. His grins directed towards you seemed venomous, and others warned you to be careful to not be bitten. But deep down, you wanted to be bitten. Yet, you hated his guts. You hated the way he wore his stupid fox max to campus everyday, hated the way he would spook you just for shits and giggles, his touch still lingering on your shoulders. You loathed the way his mullet hung over his forehead and the sides of his face when he looked down at your smaller height. You hated the way his lips looked delicious to you. Sometimes you want a taste.

“Oh go blow yourself, Afton.” You stuck up a very generous finger-gesture to his side of the school hallway. His friends ooo’d at the both of you, masks covering their squinting eyes of laughter. Michael stormed closely behind you, towering like a New York City skyscraper, just like his old man. It was oftentimes chilling how similar they were appearance-wise. Personality-wise, they were complete opposites of each other. How you wished Michael would be quieter like his father was, according to word around.

“Would you be jealous then?” You whipped around quickly on your toes, pressing a finger closely against his clothed chest.

“I swear to God, Afton,” you unclench your jaw, “never, ever in a million years would I blow you. Got it?” Michael grabbed your finger, pulling it away from him. He sucked on his upper teeth, lips twisting into a smirk.

“Sure.”

How you wanted to spit on that face, to watch as disgust and embarrassment starts to coat his expressions. Michael’s friends laughed like a pack of hyenas, taking off together. Though you both hated each other's guts at most, Michael couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt and a spark of.. something.

It felt fluttery, as if that feeling tickled his heart and caused it to race and pound against his chest in response. Not in hatred, but something quite the opposite of that. You unknowingly felt the same way, pushing it to the backs of your mind in resistance. But Michael was curious, and so were you.

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“I want my MTV!” “I want my MTV!” “I want my MTV!”

Your lips wrap around the bitterly-cold flavored popsicle, eyes fixated on the television. Feet sitting on the coffee table in front of you, you continue to snack on your frozen treat. While watching the entertainment of sweet MTV, your mind couldn’t help but wander around elsewhere. You could have sworn you saw a blush on Michael’s face when your little daily pestering session ended…

“You okay?” Your younger sibling waved their arm out. Flinching, you blink a couple of times before your eyes refocus on the Def Leppard members now on the TV.

“I’m fine.”

“Well I saw you and that Michael guy-“

“God- Josh, shut up, okay?”

“Well I think you’re both just taking things a bit too far.”

They trace over the designs on the living room couch with their index finger. Their dirty blonde hair covering the top halves of their eyes. They took a sip from their bubbly can of soda, lips pursing together as they took in the bitter sweetness of the beverage. The two siblings now home from school, taking in the sweet air conditionings of their home.

“I don’t remember asking what you think.”

Your sibling cleared their throat, “Listen, Y/N, you two just need to stop dicking around and just confess already. It’s literally so stupid, God-” And like Josh could have already predicted, you sounded out a groan of annoyance on the other end of the couch. “I know,” Josh chuckled at your reaction, feigning a phony tone of sympathy.

You run a hand through your own hair, sighing. “He’s just so- so cocky, and arrogant, and-” Josh then shushed you, interrupting.

“I’ve heard it a million times before. But that’s all you talk about: Michael.”

You felt your speech stammer, ears on fire, as well as your lightly freckled cheeks. Josh caught onto the awkward pause from their older sibling, smirking to themselves.

“You’re flustered and it actually says a lot, N/N,” they teasingly sang, causing you to bashfully fiddle with the sides of your thumbs now. “It’s kinda obvious you like him. I mean, like, you might not know it, but your body language sure says a lot. Even I should know- I’ve had more people into me than you!”

You rolled your eyes at the message of their words. In denial, you then sighed, “Only condition on talking to him is if he talks to me first, though.” In response, Josh looked at the mirror’s reflection across from them, clicking their teeth as they thought to themselves.

“Deal.”

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mar-iiposa · 2 years

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you can imagine the way this just boosted my ego.

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mar-iiposa · 2 years

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so sick I feel like I’m dying, but I’m just writing my egon fanfics for you all. “just workin’, workin’ hard so I can please you.”

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mar-iiposa · 2 years

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so hard to pick from my camera roll, but I’d have to say this one :) he’s just so smiley

there's a lovely tag game going around in which people post their favorite picture of george harrison and tag others to do the same. i was inspired to make one for harold so here goes.

Reblog this with your favorite Harold Ramis picture

there's honestly so much more but let's just keep it down to one

i tag: @indianajcnes, @egonspenglersweetie, @spengsmoon, @spcnglers, @egon-spenglers-nose, @dominustempori, and anyone else who'd like to do this

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mar-iiposa · 2 years

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hello fellow egon simps/ghostbusters fans

time for introductions: hello, my name is mare! more formerly, I am marilyn, but I’m most used to my nickname. I go by she/her pronouns and I am interested in becoming a fellow writer for the ghostbusters fandom here!

a bit recently, I have noticed the lack of ghostbusters fanfiction on tumblr and, well, the internet in general. there are fabulously talented writers for the fandom on here, and I feel like I would be honored and great to be one myself as well (y’all can be the judge for that tbh). I’ve been writing since I was in middle school, high school, and I still am! it comes very naturally to me, I am such a perfectionist at it too.

anyhow, I have been in this fandom, technically, since I was a small kid. I grew up heavily surrounded with 80s pop culture, music, and movies all my life, so I consider myself to be pretty in-touch with this fandom. like many of you (yes I am calling you people out), I am interested in the ghostbusters fandom, specifically 🙌 EGON 🙌, and I would just like to say a ‘hello’ and a ‘I hope I can be a pleasure to you all’!

sorry this was a bit long, but I’d love and appreciate requests for any of the ghostbusters! I am completely comfortable with cussing, smut, and angst. I would really, again, really appreciate requests and would be happy to put my works out for you all to read. if you have any other questions, you can ask my inbox or simply privately message me :) thank you

here are some ideas for prompts in case you wanted to take a look or request any to me:

A. https://kpoptrashlord-007.tumblr.com/post/672497994776690688/56-valentines-day-prompts

B. https://flovprompts.tumblr.com/post/670001932758351872/%F0%9D%90%A8%F0%9D%90%AD%F0%9D%90%A9-%F0%9D%90%A9%F0%9D%90%AB%F0%9D%90%A8%F0%9D%90%A6%F0%9D%90%A9%F0%9D%90%AD%F0%9D%90%AC

C. https://sleepyowlwrites.tumblr.com/post/661706164328873984/writing-prompts-actual-dialogue-edition

D. https://otpcompendium.tumblr.com/post/661124798806654976/cuteromantic-friends-but-not-lovers-yet-prompts

disclaimer: none of these prompts are my own ideas, posts, etc. all credit goes to the owners of these posts from their links.

if you want to request a fanfic, I suggest you be specific please. for example: “List D, prompt _____” if you could! but please, don’t be afraid to request your own original ideas; also request as many times as you like! thank you again :)

#egon spengler #ghostbusters #egon spengler x reader #peter venkman #peter venkman x reader #ray stantz #ray stantz x reader #winston zeddemore #winston zeddemore x reader #ghostbusters imagine #ghostbusters imagines #ghostbusters x reader #ghostbusters headcanons #egon spengler imagine #Peter Venkman imagine #Ray stantz imagine #winston zeddemore imagine #ghostbusters fanfiction #ghostbusters fandom

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mar-iiposa · 3 years

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Hi! Do you write for rottmnt?

I barely watched a good 5 episodes when the rottmnt came out, but no, not recently. I am interested in watching it though if I were to get requests for it ! just be specific if you want bayverse or rottmnt. I also know tmnt 2012, it was practically my entire life before it ended :(

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mar-iiposa · 3 years

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Quick question! Do you write for male or trans readers? I’m a trans man and the content for male readers in the TMNT fandom is HEAVILY lacking and I just wanna be able to enjoy content from my comfort characters and one of my favorite fandoms like everyone else! You’re a wonderful author and I love your work so I was really hoping you do so I could request some things but if you aren’t, that’s completely alright. Have a good day, love your work, thank you for working so hard for us <3

yes ! I do write for male and/or trans readers! I try to keep things gender neutral unless there's a specific request for a male reader ! I just don't have a lot of requests for that in my ask box, so I do encourage requests. nonetheless, yes, I would love to receive asks and requests for trans readers and also male readers !!

I APPRECIATE THE COMPLIMENT AAAA I love you guys :,) and yeah, just feel free to request all that you guys want ! I'll try my very best to keep things gender neutral

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mar-iiposa · 3 years

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prompt: just some fun headcanons I thought up ! hope that you all enjoy ! feel free to request all you'd like, my friends !!

Leonardo

this man loves his bonsais so much

he literally gives you one once you're into the relationship for quite some time now

bonsais are practically his babies. he loves them. maybe more than you. maybe not

you hope not

"thank you for trusting me with your babies"

"y/n, they're not my babies-"

"yeah, okay, sure"

they are his "babies"

a must for being his s/o is that you have to know how to defend yourself

"remember: strike, scream, and run!"

"...was that a reference to The Office?"

"no, of course not-"

it is

very picky and specific about your form while you workout

ESPECIALLY WITH PUSHUPS BECAUSE LET'S FACE IT: they can be a bitch sometimes

tells you how you're not going down enough when you do your push ups

says that you "should be close enough to the floor that you could kiss it"

"would you be jealous then?"

critiques your form and posture

but it's out of love and good-doing

speaking of picky,

he is incredibly picky with food sometimes. has to be a certain way and with certain ingredients or he'll give it to mikey since he can eat anything

he will eat anything for a dare ^ (mikey)

leo once ate an egg sandwich and when he bit into it, he bit into a literal eggshell

not only a tiny piece, an entire eggshell (happened to me and I am still scarred)

he hasn't trusted those sandwiches ever again and refuses to eat them

felt like he was "betrayed"

that is exactly how he put it

because he can be a total drama queen tbh

everyone knows it

I feel like he either sleeps in really weird positions or flat on his back with his hands folded

no other positions

VERY light sleeper

hears almost everything when you think he is sleeping

he has ears everywhere

favorite candy? cherry jolly ranchers

because he can be a basic bitch tbh

he doesn't really eat candy though

he likes a lot of tea

his tea is the best tea, he smiles like it 24/7

leo remembers the little things, it can be really creepy or really cute

"I can't stop by Tuesday becaus-"

"Because you have that dentist cleaning appointment at 2:15, right?"

how the f u c k-

you could have sworn you briefly mentioned it to him

LAST WEEK

it's great though, because then he'll remember the little details of what you like or dislike

100% bf material

Raphael

he the biggest teddy bear with you, you don't even know

when he starts crushing on you, he'll let you read his comics. mikey can't, so take that as a dub

mikey has his own comics but

raph manages to have some of the best ones

so you get them both really nice comics for Christmas or their birthdays (if you celebrate)

they both love DC comics, mainly batman

because raph does his "batman voice"

that mikey never shuts up about

raph secretly practices said batman voice when no one is around

practice makes perfect

HE ALSO KNITS YOU STUFF, IT'S SO ADORABLE AND THOUGHTFUL OF HIM

you return the favor by learning to crochet a cup holder for him

he doesn't like holding super hot cups

so when he received your gift, he loved it so much

that's when he decided you were most likely "the one"

he really likes to work out and admire his muscles

and the fact he can tower over others in the darkness

whilst doing his impression of the dark knight

he makes sure to keep up with workouts because he loves his muscles

because he notices that you stare at them from time to time

especially when he's bench pressing

he is 100% your workout buddy

motivational coach sometimes too

"ya got this, babe! 'member that raphael is an ass man!"

that's his "motivation for you"

it helps

likes to workout with you because your behind looks good in your leggings

OH BUT IF YOU WORE SPANDEX SHORTS?

he would be flatlining, dead, passed out

favorite candy would be airheads or hot tamales

but despises licorice

"I don't get how people can eat that shit"

"LEAVE LICORICE OUT OF THIS, RAPH-"

donnie defends licorice like his life depends on it

because it does

raph likes to cuddle

likes to be the little spoon but also the big spoon

little spooning makes him feel truly loved though

he would be very artistically talented out of the four

likes old classic art

definitely medieval times art

because have you seen the babies in those paintings?????

he says "they look like mikey"

Donatello

he works so much sometimes that it's insane

living off of caffeine and poptarts right now babyyyy

he'll be on electronics so much that you have to literally tell him when to get off and go to sleep

"you're going to work yourself to death"

"then so be it"

"dONNIE, NO-"

willl always save un-licked poptarts for you in a special hiding spot near his workplace

it's a hiding spot because of mikey

and god forbid that mikey finds his stash

don will still lick and put the poptarts back in the box for his brothers

but he doesn't lick them for you

how sweet

donnie is a nice singer, his voice is the most calming

raph is the best out of the siblings, but donnie's voice??

it's so gentle and soft

donnie has always wanted a pet ferret or something

but they literally get into all of your stuff

he can't risk that and his stuff getting thrown and tampered with

they already have a mikey for that

DEFENDS LICORICE TO THE END

his favorite candies consist of nerds and licorice but also tootsie rolls

gives the best massages, hands down

likes to research how to braid and plait hair if yours is long

but if yours is short, he makes sure to know exactly how to give the most amazing scalp massages

his hands work like magic oh my god

smells the best because he likes to also experiment with scents and fragrences

makes you a cute perfume that you love, as a gift :)

his love language??? inventing stuff for you

falls asleep in his chair a lot

so you slowly crawl in there and like to cuddle him

he wakes up to you but pretends he's still asleep when he's in said chair

him and mikey believe birds are government spies

"listen, it makes SENSE!"

"it doesn't, hon-"

"I don't need sleep, I need ANSWERS-"

he loves the movie beauty and the beast

but his favorite movie is definitely something like E.T. or Gremlins

has always wanted his own Gizmo buddy

loves juice boxes. especially grape and apple flavors

believes that apple juice >>> orange juice

and he is correct

Michelangelo

definitely teaches you how to skateboard

likes to hold you by your waist and use it as an excuse to touch you

is a professional at skateboarding

he goes skating with raph in the sewers sometimes, but he is totally the best at it

loves board games too, especially monopoly

gets upset when he gets into jail

but when raph gets in jail?

"HAH! sucks to be in jail, huh raphhhh?"

"shut it before I shut that jaw of yours up the hard way-"

instantly quiet

mikey loves sunflowers and dandelions

still makes wishes with pennies, dandelions, and ladybugs

firm believer that the tooth fairy and santa are still real

you roll with it

not the most artistically talented compared to raph, but he is very creative and full of ideas

areas in the sewers are dedicated to him and raph's artwork

mikey likes to spraypaint and he does it beautifully

raph takes after classical art and applies that to his own techniques

favorite candies? airheads and those sour straws

oh, he loves twinkies and doughnuts though

you make sure to give the turtles and splinter donuts almost every Wednesday when you can

his favorite is with sprinkles

he is totally a sprinkles man

the loudest singer EVER

and loudest does not equal the best

he is very confident though, it is actually admirable if you think about it

BUT IS ONE OF THE BEST BREAKDANCERS

would watch nyc billboards play music videos all the time as a kid, so he picked up dance moves very quickly

but his breakdancing is actually flawless, it's insane

the dude loves to dance any type of dancing

will ask you to make a cameo in the hip hop Christmas album

"please, babeee! you don't even have to sing really! you can, like, use your charmmm!"

"yeah an' how's that goin' for ya, mikey?"

you love this duo

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HI GUYS! I HAVE MISSED YOU ALL SO DEARLY.

first off, I’d like to apologize for the lack of fan fiction, updates, etc. this school year online took a great negative toll on me, and through the endless and frequent supply of school work I kept receiving, I can’t lie and say that I didn’t miss writing for you guys. because I truly did. I ask for you all, if possible, to send in requests for me to write. mostly headcanons to write for you. for example, a request that asks “How the turtles would react to your new haircut.” anything like that works for me!

I really missed you all, honestly. I love to write and see the comments you leave for me. It makes my heart swell with joy and happiness. I ask that you all can please send requests for me to write, leave them in the comment section below. or you can privately message my account! I would really appreciate it, it would help me get more chapters out sooner for all of you. right now, I’m interested in small scenarios and headcanons, not so much as huge chapters with over 1,000 or 2,000 words. love you guys! thank you!! 🤍

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prompt: the boys somehow get into a tickle fight with their crush (not s/o yet), and when they ask "what's the magic word?" when asked to stop, the reader confesses their feeling for them and soon realizes afterwards

a/n: didn't know if you wanted this as a story or headcanon, so I'm turning this into a headcanon if that's alright ! also, I love this headcanon, it's so cute :')

warnings: none, just some fluff and a small innuendo !

Leonardo

you're on your phone, lying on leo's bed, peacefully scrolling through your app, pinterest.

you back and feet were really killing you.

leo needed to meditate a bit after some patrol. he and raph had gotten into a heated 'discussion' while roaming across rooftops above ground, he didn't care for the arguments that sometimes ensued between the brothers.

your eyes flicker up at him and offer a closed-mouth smile, "you alright?"

leonardo gives you a silent nod, elbows on his knees after sitting on the navy blue comforter, once he hung up his katanas to the wall.

"what are you looking through?" he peeks over at your phone's screen. you're staring back at your phone, eyes glued to the device.

"oh, I dunno. just some pins I think are nice. you know, pictures for fashion ideas, decor, skateboarding, whatever I like on here."

"any ideas for hanging out with your favorite person?"

you grin at him, "I haven't thought about that yet."

"well I've got ideas on 'how to entertain your best friend.'"

"really, huh?"

"yeah, this for example." he snatches the phone from the grip of your hand, tossing it to the other end of the bed and out of your nearest reach, confusing you.

until you get the memo when he starts to attack your sides, throwing you into a frenzy of giggles.

"le- leo! stop, I'm not kiddi—OH MY GOD!"

he's got a pleased smile all over his face right now, grinning as his fingers moved against your ribs.

although he would have enjoyed much different scenarios of holding you by your waist, this was his favorite by far, even so that you're just platonic friends as of right now.

"ple- PLEASE let go! let me go!"

decided on teasing you further, he leaned down to the side of your face, just beside your ear, having you pinned down under him,

"what's the magic word, princess?"

you're distracted by his hands trailing up and jumping towards your neck, you're squirming at the fun yet painful sensation.

"I love you! let me go!"

the leader's hands stop at your request, so you think. but really, it was the confession that made him quit the playful act.

"alright. I'll be over there, in the Hashi, so."

you smiled at him, the corners your e/c eyes crinkled, "okay."

"okay."

wait a fucking minute--

Raphael

okay so,,

he really loves to tickle you.

like, he REALLY fucking loves to tickle you.

currently, you're trying your best to fall asleep and take a nap. It's been a rough, stressful day enough, and you needed to wind down for a good forty minutes.

"can't sleep?"

you shook your head from side-to-side, opening one eye to look over at raph.

"yeah, can't."

there's a small minute of pure silence, and to your frustration, raphael notices the sour expression crossing you.

and out of completely nowhere, you feel his touch on you.

you spend no time in jolting up from the couch, yelping immediately.

"raph! sto- sto- hAH! sto-OP I-IT!"

"you said you couldn't sleep. so I'm doin ya a favor."

this fucker is trying to make you tired.

"I didn't a-ask for a- ! RAPH!"

he's totally grinning down at you, with a playful glint in his eyes.

HE JUST WILL NOT STOP.

"what's the magic word, doll?"

"I luh- H AH! I LOVE yo-HU!"

he smiled in complete awe now, though, he kept on going. even if you just confessed your love to him, he had no mercy at all.

"oka- oka-HEY! I'M GONNA PISS MYSELF!"

after a good while after hearing that, he quickly pulls his hands away from you.

you catch your breath, panting to yourself.

"did I make ya tired now?"

"yeah, will that be the only time though?" you playfully wink.

Donatello

both of you are in his lab. you're totally bored.

although at times you were a science type of person, you could get bored very easily.

or distracted.

like now.

you get up from your seat behind donnie, touching some of the past projects he had previously worked on before.

"don't touch that please, hon."

you were bored. incredulously bored. But even though you listened to him and obeyed him as your dear, best friend,

you didn't give a fuck right now.

you're his friend. it was sort of your job to bug and joke around with him.

you continue touching some of his belongings, still trying to be careful with objects you knew could be potentially harmful to you and the others.

"I wonder what this thing doe--"

"I told you to stop touching things, y/n."

without warning, you felt the tips of his fingers rake across your sides at a fast pace. you wriggle in his grasp, leaning forward.

you roar into multiple fits of laughter, your face growing a hot, bright red.

"oh m- Donnie! Don- Donni-! I'll stop, I'll sto--! HAHA! PLEASE!"

he's amused now, seeing you this way. why hadn't he tickled you this much before?

"will you stop touching my things then? hm?"

"y-yES!"

"what's the magic word, y/n?"

"I don--! I dunno- HAH!"

"oh, yes you do."

"I lo-! I love you!? I'm so- soh- soRRY!"

he picks you up, setting you back down onto your seat.

the realization hit you. fast.

"you do, really?"

he has the biggest shit-eating, nerdy grin on his face right now.

Michelangelo

literal master of tickling.

seriously, he loves to do such tickle attacks on you when least expected.

but he never expected you to return them.

currently playing with a video game with his custom (cred to donnie) controllers, his tongue lazily stuck out, while his baby blue eyes glued to the screen, deep in focus.

"mikey? mikeyyyy!"

he doesn't respond, only acknowledging the game right now.

instead of his best friend.

you're about to leave when, suddenly, you get the greatest idea of all ideas.

no, you're not going to unplug the console.

quietly as you can be, you tip-toed behind him, his rough shell facing you.

you barely jump on him from behind, hands going to the crook of his neck, and your fingers start doing their thing.

he nearly throws the controller towards the wall, erupting into fits of giggles and laughter.

and without a second thought, mikey grabs you, switching to hover above you.

now it's his turn to tickle you.

so you're the new one dying of laughter.

"really, dudette? you thought you could outsmart me?!"

he loves seeing your smile while wiggling under his hold on you.

"mikEY! MICHAEL!"

hearing the use of the name "michael", he starts to tickle you even more.

"say the words!"

"n-! no-HOH!"

"sayy it!"

"I lov-! love you!"

"you love me? as a friend?"

he stopped tickling you instantly. and you sit up straight away.

you are as red as raph's own mask.

"uhm-"

"I love you too."

he's wiggling his "brows" at you, and you groan in annoyance.

you really did love this idiot.

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"Just Stay Here for Me"

chapter 1 - "germany"

chapter prompt: Tony Stark, genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, comes to you on a spring day of 2016 and requests for you and another teenager to consider joining his team for the arrest and battle against Captain America’s team.

masterlist: w.i.p.

a/n: at the end of the chapter ! please read it and give me feedback and thoughts in the comments for this post!!! I own none of the characters used in this story.

warning(s): some foul language.

desc.: gender neutral y/n, peter parker x reader

word count: 4.3k words

"Y/N, I can't keep waiting for you to wake up forever. Get up, kid."

Brightness filled the span of your vision, from corner to corner as you blinked desperately to regain your sight. You look to your left and see Tony Stark close and lock the door to your bedroom. You sit up on your bed, staring. Tony turned towards you, noticing you were still in your school clothes. How odd it seemed for someone to not almost immediately change out into some sweats after class. At least, that’s what many would do.

“Anyway, I got this great opportunity for you,” Tony looked out the window of your bedroom, out to the city view, “can’t reject it.” There was a pause between the both of you, before you spoke out. “Is there anything you’d like to tell me about this “opportunity”?” His gaze flickered over to you, deliberating over exactly how much he should tell you. “Oh, yeah. Well,” He began, “I’m Iron Man, right?” You gave a nod, now sitting on the edge of your bed. “So, no questioning what openings I give you.” You managed to see a shot of his smirk from the side, searching for your own words as he looked around your room. “Funkos? Got any Iron Man ones?” He held up the box in front of him, you took it from his hold, putting it back, “Just don’t take it out of the box.” You put the still figure back in its place, your back facing the billionaire.

“How do I know if I want this offer?” He went silent. “Because you won’t go to jail if you’re on my team.” You take a hard few blinks, your brows furrowing together as your mouth was agape, surprised. “Excuse me, what?” You turn your head, looking over your shoulder, in disbelief of what just came out of his mouth. What was meant by jail?! He took out the chair from your small workspace, one leg over the other as his fingers rested upon his temple. He was looking at you, a small sigh heard escaping from him, “I’m getting the hint that you’re not interested?” You groan to yourself, burying your face into your hands, elbows on your knees as you sit down. You slump, slightly, “Thi- This is insane, I don’t even know who you’re up against, I-“ Tony shrugged, holding his hands up to the side, “Save yourself the time and make a decision. Or not.

“Look, kid, do you want to be on my team or not? Just say something.” You make a face, appalled by the audacity of him. But it was nothing you didn’t expect. “How can I even say anything yet? Tony, you haven’t even told me even a word about this missio-!” Tony shushed you, holding up his index finger, getting up from the chair. “Hey, hey, hey,” He cut you off, “me, now. This is me. Talking now.” You stare up at him, tepid by what he was pulling with you. “You know Captain America, right? ‘Course you do, he’s a human soldier popsicle.” Your arms are folded against your chest, giving a short nod as you went on to listen. “He's gone crazy, alright? You've seen news coverage of the Sokovia Accords?" He knew what kind of answer to expect from you: of course you knew about the Accords and what had happened in Lagos. Considering the fatality of the disaster, and all of the destruction caused by him, he was undoubtedly sure everyone knew what had happened. "Everyone at school's been talking about it. It's everywhere," You answer honestly, Tony nodding in response. "He doesn't want to sign them. The Accords, Cap. Far from willing to do that. But I want you on my team. In Germany." You hesitate, inhaling sharply, quietly.

"Who else is on our team?" Tony raises finger-by-finger on his hand, counting away as he listed off names, "Clint, Vision, T'Challa, Rhodey, Vision, Natasha (maybe), and a kid about your age." Eyebrows raised, you become curious about this kid. "My age?" You slightly tilt your head to the side, "what's his name?" Tony reflected an image of the onesie suit swinging around New York, catching a rogue car from crashing into a city transport bus. You watch the video until it ends. It's impressive. "His name is 'Spider-Man.'" You raise a brow, letting yourself grin and relax. "'Spider-Man'? Didn't you say he's my age?" Tony switched off the device, "Kid probably likes the ring of it. Anyways, you need to pack."

"How do you know I'm interested?" You questioned, a bit shocked at the fact of traveling to some place in Germany. A good eight hours from here on a flight. "One: you said "our team", and two: you just said you are." Although still vexed by the idea of traveling to a foreign country in Europe to fight some old patriotic man from the 1940s, you did know that Tony would have your back in keeping you safe (to an extent, you knew the him and how he was), security shouldn’t be too big of a problem there. Oh but what would you tell your parents? And your school? “When do we have to leave?” Tony sighed out a little, adjusting the famous Stark glasses he always dawned. “Tomorrow.” You cast a glance back up at him, slowly giving a couple of nods, “What am I supposed to tell my parents? They used to work for you, they know your tricks!” Tony shook his head a bit, “This is the Internship, the Stark Internship. That started after they retired. Matter of fact, why did they retire?”

”Mr. Stark-“ You sigh. “My parents thought it would be safer for us to resign from working for you. Especially after the 2012 New York aliens attack. They were right.” Tony rose a brow, puzzled, “And you’re here, accepting my offer to be an Avenger?” You searched for words, knowing that he was right in a way. It seemed hypocritical to tell that working for him was dangerous, and, now, this would be working with him. But in your defense, you were different from your parents: you would rather run to the battle to help rather than run from it. “They were right: in some way. But not really in my way.” Tony listened for more, holding his chin in hand. “Your way is?”

”I don’t run from things.”

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“We’re on a tight schedule here!” You heard Happy yell at you from downstairs. You rummaged through your things, checking over to make sure you had exactly everything you needed at your stay in Germany. “Seriously, do they really take this long?” Happy pointed up to the ceiling, asking the L/Ns (your Last Name), your parents. Your father shrugged, taking a sip from his morning mug of espresso, your mother busy preparing some food for you. Down the stairs of your home, you hold your bag, slung over your shoulder, Happy carrying the rest of them out to the limo. “Mom, I think they’ll have enough food for me over there,” You pick up the small bag of cereal, “I don’t think you need to pack all of this for me?”

“You’re never so sure,” She grinned, handing you a juice box. “And I’m not six,” You remind, yet still poking the straw into the box, sipping from it. She gestured towards your actions whilst arching a brow towards you, “Alright, well, call me when you get there.” She patted you on the shoulder, not the firm and active believer in physical affection. She never really was. You didn’t have the best relationship together, but it was a process you were slowly working on. You were hoping it would just work. “You done in here?” Happy peaked from the front door, you sent a short nod. You clutch your bag still, your palms becoming sweaty as you think to yourself. You were literally traveling to a foreign country to fight some mutants, Avengers, and whoever else there was on the opposing team. All you were aware of, really, was that The Vision, Black Widow, King (then Prince) T’Challa, Iron Man, War Machine, and some Spider-person (“Spider-Man”?) was on your team. Whoever this new person your age was, you wanted to meet him if you got the opportunity to. “Are we staring off into space or what? Look, kid, we gotta go. Now?”

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The hotel was swanky, expensive. Clearly, if it was Tony being the one paying for it. You were instructed to “hurry up and put the suit on” as you were “on a tight schedule.” But where was the suit? You raise your chin up, swirling in circles over the space of the room, looking for this suit. Unable to see the piece of fabric and armor, you sit down on the hotel bed, only to feel a dark briefcase poke at your arm. You open it, feeling dumbfounded as you mentally questioned your lack of intelligence: there the suit was, inside the case. You assumed it was a package for your appreciated stay. You marvel in awe at the colors and texture of your new suit, which was far better than you could ever have imagined. You didn’t think Tony would spoil you this much. You grab hold of it, holding it up to your neck as you gaze into the hotel room mirror nearby, watching your reflection carefully. The colors greatly complimented your e/c eyes (your eye color) and your skin tone. Once you try it on, you observe, the suit fitting you in all the best places. Unwrinkled, fitting, and comfortable, you felt like this suit was so surreal, it truly felt like it was yours. Not someone else’s. Because it wasn’t. It never will be. A knock came from the door, you peek out, the door slightly creaking open, seeing Happy.

“Ready?”

”Ready.”

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The weather was warm, fluffy, seemingly weightless clouds floating slowly horizontally in the atmosphere. Germany looked breathtaking, modern with old placed pieces of architecture. You fidget with a loose piece of the suit, anxious before the fight. Currently, you were at this airport in Schkeuditz, waiting for your call to go walk out onto the airport outdoors platform.

　 “Let me guess, you’re the other new one?” You jump a tad, turning around to see a ginger-haired woman, with sharp green eyes staring right at you, arms folded against her own dark suit. You nod slowly, intimidated by the presence of the Black Widow. She extends her hand out towards you, “Natasha Romanoff.” She raised a brow back at you, awaiting for the reply of your name. “Y/N L/N.”

"Y/N." Natasha hummed, clearing her throat. The grip was firm, solid, in her handshake, "What's special about you?" For a second, you pause, a little offended but trying to suppress it. "I mean, your powers? Or?"

"Oh, oh!" Natasha smiled a bit at your reaction. "Well, I have precognition. Plus, I’ve known Tony since I was a kid, so.” Natasha nods, listening. “I’ve known Tony for years too. It’s- an experience,” She chuckles with you, attempting to lighten up the mood some more. “Anyway,” You smile still, “you’re on our team?” The ex-assassin lets out a long sigh, “Things are complicated.” She shifted her gaze away, staring off. You frown a little, about to speak before you were cut off. “Come on,” She nudged you, heading off to where you didn’t know where. Above, you hear what sounds like jets, only to discover the War Machine and Iron Man.

“Wow, it's so weird how you run into people at the airport. Don't you think that's weird?”

”Definitely weird.”

You look over at Natasha, following shortly behind her after a while. “Steve,” With a stern look, “you know what's about to happen. Do you really wanna punch your way out of this one?“ You recognize all of the heroes gathered here, except for just one. Who was it?

“Alright. I’ve run out of patience: Underoos!”

And just like the name, a spider flipped into motion: “Spider-Man.”

What looks like some white silly string (no, webs) ties both of Captain America's wrists together, the new super nailing a precise landing, stealing the shield. “Nice job, kid.” The figure stands back up, looking down at the shield, then at Tony, “Thanks! Well, I could've stuck the landing a little better; it's just the new suit— Well it's nothing, Mr. Stark! It's- it's perfect, thank you.” Tony shook his head at the boy (judging from the cracking puberty voice), “Yeah, we don’t really need to start a conversation.” Spider-Man moved his gaze over to Captain, giving a quick salute, “Okay. Uh, Cap- Captain. Big fan. I'm Spider-Man.” Clearly having enough of this, Tony motioned for the hero to just zip it. “Yeah, we'll talk about it later. Just-“

“Hey everyone.”

“-good job..”

You smirk to yourself at the nature of the teenage boy; whoever he was, he sure liked to talk. “You’ve been busy,” Cap grinned, Tony’s frustration beginning to just show. “And you’ve been a complete idiot. Dragging in Clint, “rescuing” Wanda from a place she doesn't even want to leave: a safe place! I'm trying to keep— I'm trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart.”

“You did that when you signed.”

“Alright- We’re done. You’re gonna turn Barnes over; you're gonna come with us: Now! Because it's us! Or a squad of J-SOC guys, with no compunction about being impolite. Come on..”

Unexpectedly, you whip your gaze up to see an arrow cut through the web binding Captain’s wrist together. “Alright, Lang.” Lang? Who was Lang?! You weren’t informed about a “Lang”! Looking alarmed, the new member in red and blue speaks up, “Hey, guys, something—“ And within seconds, something or someone came out of thin air, knocking Spider-Man over, stealing the shield from the kid’s grasp. “I believe this is yours, Captain America.” Hey, who was this new guy? “Oh, great- Alright, there's two on the parking deck: one of them's Maximoff, I'm gonna grab her. Rhodey, you want to take Cap?” You look to Natasha, for some sort of guidance. She looked back towards you, standing there, looks of conflict written all over her face.

“Hey, Mr. Stark, what should I do?”

“What we discussed: keep your distance, web 'em up.”

“Okay, copy that!” You hear Spider-Man shout back, swinging off somewhere with his webbing. You look over with Natasha, noticing the “Lang” approach near the both of you. “Look, I really don't want to hurt you,” He faces you after her, “and you.” She seems to shrug, “I wouldn’t stress about it.” Without warning or any sign of hesitation, she knees him in the groin, Lang groaning in pain while you attempt to help; however, she shoots you a look of “wait” instead. Lang clicks something, suddenly disappearing before your eyes. What in the- “Where did he-?” The auburn-haired woman zaps something off of her wrist. Was that Lang? You look around, confused to now only discover a sudden dent in a nearby truck. You turn around, Rhodes swooping in. “Sorry, Cap, this won't kill you but it ain't gonna tickle either.” With him unleashing mace onto Cap’s shield, you see yourself running to assist, but Captain kicks War Machine, breaking his mace. After he tosses something, a regular sized truck appears out of complete thin air. Hearing Mark 46, you immediately turn around to see Tony helping Nat back up. “Is this part of the plan?” She turns to see the devastation from the vehicle. “Well, my plan was to go easy on them. You wanna switch it up?”

“Captain Rogers,” A flying figure floats towards the WWII soldier, “I know you believe what you're doing is right, but for the collective good, you must surrender now.” As the android continued approaching, the entire team, including you, lined up, facing the opposing one. Natasha sighs under her breath, “This is gonna end well.” You cast an antsy look to Tony to your right, but he was too fixated on Cap, not bothering to spare a glance back towards you. However, trying to impress and convince Tony to invite you to more of these, you put on a face of grim persistency. “They're.. not stopping?”

“Neither are we.”

Sprinting. Both sides start to sprint towards each other, fierce enough to withstand backing out of this one. You feel the cool breeze brush through your hair, and you can see the other side, running towards all of you. Soon enough, your weapon quickly clashes with another’s: a bow. You see Natasha on the opposite side of Clint, about to pin her down to the floor until you catch him with your weapon. Natasha stares over at you, eyes widened. “Go!” You groan, trying your very best to hold him still with what strength you had. That didn’t last long, as you felt a warm, strong force raising you up, your feet hovering over the ground. Whipping your gaze over to your right, you see Wanda Maximoff, each of her hands surrounded with a glowing red energy. She projects you elsewhere, to her left, and you try to regain your balance, stumbling backward on your feet until you bump into someone tall. You look up to see the red and blue famous Super Soldier towering over you. From your case, he doesn’t view you as much of a threat right now; instead, he runs and aims, swiftly flinging his shield upwards. You hear someone fall with a thump, then see them catch themself and regain balance. “That thing does not obey the laws of physics at all!” You see Spider-Man peer over behind Captain, sending a wave your way, “hi.”

You return the greeting, causing this to smile at the nature of the boy, blushing slightly whilst mouthing a “hi” back. Ignoring the interaction currently excluding him, Steve looks back towards Spider-Man, “Look, kid, there's a lot going on here that you don't understand.” You watch this, your turn to be temporarily excluded. “Mr. Stark said you'd say that, wow,” Without a second thought to it, he fires his webs, sticking to Steve's shield and ankle. He pulls Steve towards him with them; Spider-Man kicks him backwards. “He also said to go for your legs.” He notices Steve running to retain his shield, webbing Steve’s hands, pulling him again. Steve grits his teeth and somersaults, attempting to shoot him into the air towards you. You strive to catch him, succeeding in doing so, Spider-Man’s “eyes” widening back towards you, clearly impressed, “How did you- ?” Both of you stop, watching Cap use the web to tug Spider-Man towards him, and you let him go to protect yourself, Steve knocking him down with his own shield. The fellow new recruit jumps and pulls his weight on top of an airport gangway, carefully pulling you with him. “Stark tell you anything else?” Steve looks at him and then you, too. You shrug, looking next to the other hero, wondering if Tony had told him anything, “He just said you’re crazy.” Steve nods, shrugging himself, knowing he most-likely did that say that, before glancing to the other. “That you're wrong, you think you're right. That makes you dangerous,” He swings down, and you jump onto the ground, Steve leaping to kick him backwards onto the leg of the gangway. You look up to see the gangway get closer towards you, pausing like a deer in absolute headlights before you watch the gangway abruptly stop. The hero besides you remains, holding it up for you, somehow.

“Guess he had a point,” Steve watched as the hero ushered to save you from the gangway, “You got heart, kid. Where're you from?” You both answer, clearly distracted with the falling gangway. “Queens.” Smiling at this, Steve gives a single nod before leaving. “Brooklyn.” Taking a double-take, you and the new super briskly take a look at each other, eyes wide.

“Q- Queens?” He drops the gangway after you both safely get out from underneath it. Both take chances to catch your breaths. You nod slowly, grinning as you pant. “Queens.” He looks back at you for a silent while before webbing to something, “I’ll- Uh, bye!” Up ahead, in the distance after a few minutes, you see a giant.. “Lang” (?) reach out to grip onto a War Machine in the air. You hear the background from what sounded like Spider-Man and his “Holy shit!”

“Give me back my Rhodey.” Catching up to the action, you find yourself ducking as Big Lang throws War Machine, only to be webbed by Spider-Man in an attempt to be caught or whatever. Do these people know this still was a functioning airport? You try your best to dodge anything and everything that was now exploding and/or on fire. “Okay, anybody on our side hiding any shocking and fantastic abilities they'd like to disclose? I'm open to suggestion.” You feel intuition say to turn around, and you, thankfully, you catch Sam. “Look out!” You shout out to Tony over the ruckus, and he moves out of Sam’s way, Sam firing Redwing instead to hit Stark. You see another explosion, from a truck, anxiety coursing through you to see Spider-Man crawling atop of Lang. Be careful. And just when you think so, Vision emerges, going through Lang’s mass. “Something just flew in me!”

You look to Natasha, one of the only few ones without super advanced suits and complex powers. You just had dreams and super strong intuition to guide you. But at least the two of you knew combat. You dodge the debris from War Machine, Lang, Wanda, and now Vision. Natasha guides you to some sort of “shelter” space, knowing you were young and new to all of this. You watch as Wanda loses control and grip on a tower, screaming as she desperately clutches the sides of her head. Steve arrived, Natasha giving a look of disappointment. But she expected this from him. “You’re not gonna stop.” Steve shook his head a little, “You know I can’t.” And letting out one, long, aggravated sigh, she looks to you and flickers to glance at Steve again. “I'm gonna regret this,” She stuns T'Challa who's arrived behind the two of them, “go.” Steve nods and he and Bucky Barnes run for a Quinjet. You look to her, wondering what she’s now done. From outside, you hear a loud thump, assuming it was the giant Lang. “Natasha!” You give a look of concern, watching her continue to stun T’Challa, “what are you doing?!” Once the Quinjet takes off, he stands up, looking at her.

“I said I'd help you find him, not catch him. There's a difference.”

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“The doctors say he shattered L4 through S1. Extreme laceration in the spinal cord. Probably looking at some form of paralysis.” You stand behind both Tony and Natasha, worried for the well-being of James. There was a silence, until Nat spoke back up. “Steve's not gonna stop. If you don't either, Rhodey's gonna be the best case scenario.”

“You let them go, Nat.”

“We played this wrong.”

“'We'? Boy, it must be hard to shake the whole double agent thing, huh? It sticks in the DNA.”

“Are you incapable of letting go of your ego for one goddamn second?”

“T'Challa told Ross what you did, so- they're coming for you.”

“I'm not the one that needs to watch their back."

She leaves, not even sparing a glance at you. You look down, thinking Tony might be disappointed in you too. “You’re going home,” His voice is stern, almost father-like. “And Happy is picking you up here. Now.” Feeling ashamed to felt to have not been able to do anything to prevent the Quinjet from taking off, you nod quietly, your eyes sticking to the cold ground in silence. You felt your throat tighten, a lump forming as you feel your stomach turn, ashamed to have let Tony down. Turning his back to you, Tony looks down at his watch, now addressing F.R.I.D.A.Y.

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“Did it go well?”

You remain quiet, lowly gazing to your fingers as you pick at your nails, cleaning them to distract yourself. Happy doesn’t even have the inside window up, looking in the mirror from time to time, seeing you sitting in the back of the limo. “He does that, kid, it’s okay. We’ll- They’ll just call you next time.

“I’m sure he’s not mad. Just— he’s got a lot now, with Rhodes.”

The car comes to a stop at your street, the sunset pouring out above the city. “Thanks, Happy. I’ve got my things.” The limo door closes behind you as you push it. He rolls down the window, trying to give a reassuring smile. “Good night, kid.” He drove off, making sure your parents were to answer the door. “Hey!” Your dad happily grabs your shoulders, excited to see how, “how was Germany?”

“Good, good.” You smile, not wanting them to see your eyes and push into you spilling anything. “Don’t worry, I called Midtown, you’ll be back to school Monday. Okay?” You nod, going upstairs. “We have Alfredo, eat your dinner.” Nodding to them again, you go into your room, quietly locking the door as you sit down on the edge of your bed, looking to the chair where Tony sat, not so long ago. You sigh, head in your hands, brushing through your hair. Where are you when I need somebody to talk to, Spider-Man?

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author’s note: first of all, a BIG thanks to everyone that read this and left, or will leave, feedback!! it means a whole lot to me as a writer, still learning the ropes even after so many years. I chose to write a Marvel series because I felt that I would want to be known as another well-known Marvel fanfic writer. other than that, I’ve grown up watching the Iron Man films since I was a little kid, and I’ve been watching since then until now. the movies bring me joy and comfort in times of boredom to times of sadness. overall, writing this was fun, even though a deadline can be scary and/or stressful, but I would totally love to keep this series up on tumblr. some points came across where I wanted to include more in this chapter; however, I had to make a few cuts and decisions of cutting scenes out. one thing that was scary to me was getting the characters right. I had to ask my fellow friends, that also love the MCU, if my portrayals of Tony, Natasha, etc. seemed accurate. personally, I found it most fun to write Tony Stark, since he is practically the king of sarcasm. but it also hurt when including that last scene of disapproval towards the reader. I really felt for Y/N there. with this work, I felt I really grew with being more and more observant to portraying characters, although it can be such a challenge in most cases. I’m very thankful with the online scripts of the MCU movies and my Disney plus subscription to help me observe characteristics of these people. but nonetheless, I cannot wait to continue this peter x reader into a series on my own. thank you for reading and leaving me feedback. have a good day / night - Mare :)

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