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mywitchcultblr · 2 years
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montcumbry-gaytor · 1 year
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Could you do the baby got back ask with the marvel men
This ass can be put to great use, and so can theirs 🤭🤭🤭
(plz include Steve, tony, Bucky, Thor… etc 🤭)
Anaconda
Marvel Men with a Reader with a big ass <3
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• TONY "IRON MAN" STARK
No doubt slaps your ass, Maybe grabs it
Slapped it once with his little portable iron man hand thing and it bruised
Badly.
He kissed it better
He specifically has a chair for u and it has subtle divots of ur ass
He wants to make bowls from the shape of ur asscheek
Has slapped ur ass in while coming into a meeting room
No shame
• STEVE "CAPTAIN AMERICA" ROGERS
This boy is tall.
Like his pelvis meets with ur lower back.
He thinks ur the perfect size to come up behind cause his titties rest on your shoulders
Runs his hands on your waist and then Squeezes that shit
From how fuckin rough he is he demolishes ur ass
There will be bruises.
When ur laying down he kisses ur butt where he left bruises and apologizes
genuinely feels bad that he's insanely rough
• THOR ODINSON
He worships your ass
Has never seen anything like it
He has his hands all over it cause like.. it's not taboo to show affection in Asgard
He likes eating ur ass
"A gift from Venus no doubt"
Definitely carries u
"A man as well looking as you shouldn't be walking."
Thinks ur living, breathing, ethereal royalty
• LOKI LAUFEYSON
Won't deny how smitten he is about it
Is a starer and will gaslight his way into not being caught
Hand accidentally brushes it while walking beside you?
Definitely ruins him
He wants you to bounce your ass on him like no tommorow
You in a suit?
He fainted, literally.
Thor laughed at him for days.
• JAMES "BUCKY" BARNES
Will grab the waistband of your pants / underwear and jus-
sNAP THEM SHIT
Very touchy behind closed doors
Doesn't like showing PDA
Will deadass grovel to his knees and kiss it
If he's feeling like a BITCH he will bite it
No hesitation
If u pull his hair and tell him off about it he totally gets off on it
• DR. STEPHEN "DOCTOR "STRANGE
This man is a magician and previously a Neurosurgeon
Skilled with his hands
Literally up to no good,
Cannot bend over with him ANYWHERE near u
Even then u cannot trust him to not slip his hand thru a portal and f with u
Knows you love it
"It was the cloak"
The cloak proceeded to try and choke him out.
It was not happy
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yellowjacketmurder · 1 year
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Shelly? No. Benny boo? No.
Otter??? YES.
'Would you love me if I was a worm?'
'No, but I'd love you if you were an otter'
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strangesickness · 2 months
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i am doing some research for an essay and am reading an article about richie being gay in IT 2019 and the person writing the article is acting like richie coming out would have no impact on his career whatsoever because he's a comedian in los angeles in 2016... like did we watch the same movie?
like for me personally when i saw richie get up on stage and tell a joke about jerking it to his girlfriends sisters facebook or whatever my first thought wasn't "oh yeah i bet his audience is on their way to a drag show after this" i got a very clear image of a a 35-45 year old white guy who watches fox news and refers to his wife as "the ol' ball and chain" and thinks richie is a hero of comedy because he "isn't giving into the woke liberal mob who doesn't understand what dark humor is". i know this might be shocking but that type doesn't typically like it when their entertainers are queer :0
like... what? i am just very confused. like did we expect richie tozier, guy who grew up in a small town during the AIDS crisis and was tormented by a clown who threatened him with the knowledge that he was a homosexual, and now has a career that relies on a group of people who are largely at least somewhat homophobic, liking him, to be out and proud? did we watch the same film?
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the-bobest-bob · 8 months
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Okay who's gonna be my homoerotic best friend who's also j as sexy and hot as me and we go on adventures together and everyone ships us but it will never be canon cause we're both in a straight relationship with partners that we have little to no chemistry with that diminishes both partners character potential to just a sad hetero relationship to stop the gays
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xenocorner · 12 days
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Sick eepy hugs
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newblvotg · 23 days
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alphinna · 6 months
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anybody have these ironstrange stories
-they’re having a petty fight
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-Wong’s so done with them
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-Stephen helping Tony with a panic attack
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Ok, so take my opinion with a grain of salt, but to anyone who is unhappy about Wanda’s arc in MoM:
*Spoilers ahead*
ETA: I don’t think 616 Wanda is dead, but I still have to cover all of my bases
As a longtime fan of the comics, I am more than familiar with the song and dance of Wanda oscillating between being a hero, an antihero, and a villain. Changing sides has been the story of her character since her origins as a member of the Brotherhood alongside Pietro and Magneto and continued on through the decades with her going crazy, turning evil, and/or dying probably once a decade ever since.
From the beginning, Lizzie has said that she wanted to see some of Wanda’s most iconic moments, ie. the “no more mutants” line from House of M. She WANTS to see House of M. She wants to touch on those infamous moments of villainy that are so well-known and loved. She wants to portray Wanda in a comic-accurate way (sans the sexualization) because she sees how unique Wanda is and how fun she is to play. From the very beginning Lizzie has done her best to champion Wanda being treated correctly as a complex, troubled young woman who has lost everything and been wronged by the world over and over. She has helped tremendously in crafting MCU Wanda as a well-rounded character who went from forgettable in the minds of many to absolutely adored thanks to Wandavision. I remember seeing Infinity War and Endgame in theaters and being one of the only ones cheering when she beat Thanos’s ass, meanwhile at my MoM screening 80% (or more) of people were wearing Wanda/Wandavision shirts and cheering when she came on screen.
Wandavision gave us Wanda processing her grief in all of the expected stages and with special attention to denial. When we last saw her, she had flown off with the Darkhold and was hearing Billy & Tommy calling for her during what we now know was likely dreamwalking/at least her peeking in on the other universes. Anyone familiar with the Darkhold will know its immense power and how it corrupts those who use it and Wanda is no different. Especially as, when we saw her, she was heavily grieving the loss of her brother, husband, and children all over again after the collapse of Westview. She was vulnerable and desperate, and seeing what Agatha could do with the Darkhold paired with her lack of knowledge and its promise to help drew her in. She was, once again, taken advantage of in a vulnerable moment. The only difference here was that it was the Darkhold and Cthon’s writings rather than another human being.
At least as of right now, I do not see her characterization and arc in MoM as a step back. I believe she is what she said she is: a mother who is beyond desperate to have her children back because she has NO ONE ELSE. None of the other Avengers have shown their faces to try and help her. Even Stephen only showed up when he needed help. Wanda was alone with a book filled with dark magic and abilities she was only just beginning to understand; how could anyone expect that to end well?
Wanda is my favorite MCU character and my favorite comic character. She always has been and always will be. I am so thrilled to have gotten to see so much more of her in the MCU between Wandavision and MoM, and yes it did hurt to see her in so much agony and I didn’t want her to succeed in getting America or her powers, but I also understand and appreciate why (I think) they continued her story the way they did. I am going to tell myself over and over that she isn’t actually dead because I can’t imagine her being gone from the MCU, but I also think that Feige knows full-well how loved she is and how integral she can/will be to continuing to thread the multiverse storyline together. Especially with the introduction of mutants.
So, uh, if you’ve read this far… thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. I’ll probably have more to say later once I’m no longer sleep deprived, but I hope this all makes sense for now.
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davidlikesguys02 · 1 year
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Magic Ropes
Word count: 1,009
Warnings: 18+, gay sex, blowjob, magic ropes, dom/sub Stephen Strange, dom/sub male reader, cockring, buttplug.
M/n: male name
GIF not mine
Kinktober 2022
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You walk into your apartment and close the door behind you, when you turn back around you watch as you enter the mirror dimension. You roll your eyes and throw your backpack on the floor “come out and I won’t have to hurt you” you begin to walk towards your room.
You see a strange man standing in your room, you move your hands and a pair of orange glowing ropes appears in them, “we can do this the easy way or the hard way” he raises his hands and gets ready to attack you “I was hoping your chose the hard way” you whip the glowing rope at him and watch as it ties around his wrist.
You pull him towards you, throwing him at your feet “ow that looks like it hurts” you summon another rope and wrap it around his other wrist, you raise your hands and watch as the rope ties around your bed. “Now who are you and what are you doing here?” “I’m Dr. Strange” “ok Mr. Strange, what do you want” “I need your help” “with what exactly?”
“I just need you to come with me” “let’s say u believe you, what’s in it for me?” “You could have anything” you walk closer towards him and whisper in his ear “anything?” You insert your hand into his underwear and feel as it begins to get hard “you know I can read your thoughts, I know you want to fuck me Stephen”
You step away from him and watch as his pants and underwear fall to the ground, you bite your lip “so are you willing to help me?” “Sure” you raise your hand again and Stephen begins to get pulled towards your bed until finally he’s laying on it. You walk over to him and play with the tip of his cock “you're leaking a lot of precum” you bring your thumb up to your mouth and moan as you lick it.
You watch as he moans as you lick your thumb, you begin to undress yourself and get on the bed. Your finally face to face with his cock and you lick the tip “mmm” you look up at him “please, I wanna feel you” you begin to insert his cock into your mouth and watch as his head falls back moaning.
One of his legs pushes you further on his cock and he lets out an ungodly moan “ahhh” you feel as he slowly begins to thrust into your mouth keeping you in place with his leg. “Mmhm so good” you use your hands and push yourself off his cock. You turn your attention to his egg shaped balls and begin to suck on them “mhm how are you so good?” “years of practice”
You crawl closer towards him, you lean into his face and kiss him. You moan into his mouth and feel as he begins to explore it with his tongue, you pull away from the heated kiss. You pick up your hips and align his cock with your hole, you look into his eyes as you sink down on his length. You wrap your hand around his throat and apply some pressure, “you're so big” you watch as he smirks.
You roll your hips and watch as he lets out a small moan, “you like that” he nods “well you’re about to love this” you let go of his throat and lay your hands on his chest as you begin to pick up your hips and sink them back on his cock. You throw your head back as he begins to hit your prostate, you look down at him and watch as the ropes around his hands are getting weaker.
You watch as he begins to tug at the ropes and after a few tugs the ropes finally fade away into nothing, you feel as he grips your hips and begins to thrust into you at a faster pace. “SoMeones Exited” he picks you up and lays you down on the bed. He looks down at you as he began to fuck you, you grip the bedsheets and look into his eyes.
“I can feel you getting tighter around me M/n, are you close?” “yEs” you watch as he waves one of his hands and a cock ring appears on your cock. You feel as Stephen is pushing you closer towards your climax, and just as you are about to cum the cock ring seems to get a little tighter. “Mhm so close”
“I know baby, but you have to wait a little longer. I promise you’ll feel good” he begins to bite and suck on your throat making your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel his cock begin to attack your prostate. After a few more thrust you feel as his thrust begin to get sloppy “you ready M/n” you nod “1..2……3” he waved his hand and the cock ring around your cock disappears.
“Stephen!” the knot in your stomach finally breaks and cum all over your stomach, you close your eyes tightly as your vision begins to turn white from the pleasure. You feel as Stephens falls on top of you as his warm cum begins to invade your insides, you slowly open your eyes and begin to play with his hair. “You did so good” “so did you”
You watch as he waves his hand once again and a red buttplug apears in his hand, “and what’s this for” “don’t want you leaking” you feel as he slowly removes his cock and replaces it with the buttplug. “God you look so hot” he leans down and gives you one final kiss, you pull away from the kiss “stay the night” “alright” “but you should probably get us out of the mirror dimension first” “what if we stay here” “alright as long as we’re having sex again” He leans down and whispers into your ear “you’re going to be moaning my name all night long M/n”
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scxrlettp · 7 months
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so... i made this versions of a poster ironstrange. i liked both of them and i want to share.
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burnsopale · 5 months
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John. John, my love. It's the year of our Raven Liege 1816. You can't just brush your fingers across another man's face like that. I know Stephen is frightfully handsome, but ask permission first, okay?
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popcorn-plots · 2 months
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HEY ITS JAY (frenchbaguette190) I have a writing prompt!! Anonymous valentine from within a friendship group (it's probably basic you don't have to use it)
OMG HI!!! It's been a while!! How are you?
TYSM for your prompt! It's really cute, I love the friends to lovers trope sm <3
Anyways, it gives off Ironstrange vibes because Wong would have totally picked up on Stephen's crush (actually, everyone can. This man is so oblivious it hurts) and makes him confess to Tony, even anonymously.
Anyways, I had a lot of fun writing this, but I got a little carried away so it's a bit of a long one... and not exactly 'friend group', but I think it's close enough.
Thanks again, Jay!!!!
The moment the door closed, Wong turned to Stephen and cleared his throat.
Stephen tore his gaze from the door and looked at Wong. "What?"
Wong crossed his arms. "When will you realize that Stark is literally head over heels for you?" he asked.
Stephen's brows furrowed. "Him? The gorgeous genius billionaire, falling for me?" Stephen snorted, a light blush dusting his cheeks. "Yeah, right. It's not like he'd care about a useless doctor who does magic tricks for a living. Get your head checked, Wong."
Stephen shook his head and climbed the stairs to his room. Wong almost screamed. Months of this. Months and they were both oblivious. The only good thing about the situation was that Stephen's negative self-talk was getting better. Everything else was hard to watch.
Stephen was completely and totally in love with Stark. Stark was utterly smitten with the doctor. Neither one knew that the other returned the feelings. Wong had tried to set them up, even worked with the other Avengers (who were just as sick of it as he was), but it never works. Wong didn't think there was anyone more oblivious than those two.
And he grew up in Kamar-Taj with a bunch of emotionally repressed sorcerers.
It was take to try harder: desperate times call for desperate measures, and all that.
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A week later, Wong found his solution. The Avengers were hosting a Valentine's Ball charity event and even better, it was anonymous. You address a Valentine to someone without signing your name. Valentine's are passed out at the end of the night.
The perfect opportunity to make Stephen confess. Even if it was anonymous.
When Stephen returned from the monthly Avengers meeting, blushing with a love-struck smile, Wong pounced. "Stephen."
Stephen looked at him and smiled. "Yes, Wong?"
"The Avengers, that means Stark, are hosting a Valentine's Ball with an anonymous Valentine's drop. The invitation explains it. You are going."
Stephen nodded, that stupid grin still on his face. "Okay. Tony's great. I like Tony."
"I know. Everyone knows, except Tony."
Stephen sighed. The smile faded slightly. "That's because he doesn't like me back."
Wong sighed. "Send him a Valentine's and see what happens. He. Likes. You."
Stephen rolled his eyes. "If you say so, Wong. Where's the invite?"
Wong resisted the urge to facepalm, instead handing Stephen the invitation and walking away. He had a class at Kamar-Taj he needed to get to.
Two hours later, Wong found Stephen singing softly in the kitchen. It wasn't unusual to hear Stephen singing, but Wong didn't recognize the song.
He turned to corner to see Stephen hunched over the table, writing... something.
"Love me tender, love me dear... Tell me you are mine... I'll be yours through all the years... Till the end of time..." Stephen was singing under his breath.
Wong frowned. He didn't recognize the song.
"What song is that?" Wong asked.
Stephen looked up. He smiled. "Love Me Tender by Elvis Presley. Anyway You Want Me, Side B. 1956."
Wong nodded. "And... what is that?"
Stephen grinned. "A card. For Tony."
The party wasn't for another week. Wong resisted the urge to sigh.
"Can I see?"
Stephen hummed. "I just finished." He turned the card around and showed Wong what he was making. In large, wobbly letters, Stephen had written out a short, but simple message.
Dear Tony.
I Love you.
Love, Anonymous.
Wong nodded. "Keep that safe. Tony'll love it."
"Hopefully."
Wong just hoped that Stark would finally realize that Stephen loved him back. Maybe then Wong could get some peace from Stephen's incessant pining.
~~
The night had finally arrived and Stephen was a nervous wreck. Wong was sick of it.
"Just walk in, drop your card in the box, and have a good time. It's that simple."
"No it's not! He'll see it and he'll think it's dump, or it'll get lost in all the other Valentine's for him and he'll never find it!" Stephen nearly wailed. Wong sighed and sat next to him on the stairs, pulling him into a short side hug. A sign of affection he definitely wasn't used to showing, but Stephen needed it.
"He'll love it. It'll be okay. Deep breath."
Stephen took a deep breath. "Okay... You sure?"
"I'm sure. Now go before you're late."
The doctor took another deep breath. "I look okay?"
Wong looked at Stephen. He wore a rented black tux with a red bowtie with gold accents, giving it away as the Cloak. The suit was well-fitted and accentuated Stephen's legs and shoulders. "You look great."
"You really think so--"
"Yes. If you don't leave now, I will not hesitate to portal you into the lobby myself."
Stephen chuckled. "I'm going, I'm going."
"Good. Begone."
Stephen stepped through a portal of his own and Wong let out a long breath. Hopefully Stephen resolved the mutual pining; Wong was on his last straw. And while he was gone, Wong had his own Valentine to attend to.
~~
Stephen came home two hours later, portalling straight to his room.
Wong decided not to bother him.
~~
The next day, Stephen woke up late. It wasn't uncommon for Stephen to sleep in, so Wong wasn't concerned. He only started to get worried when Stephen didn't come down after lunch.
Wong was about to go up to Stephen's room to see what was wrong when someone knocked on the door. And didn't stop.
Wong sighed and walked back down the stairs. "I'm coming, I'm coming..."
He opened the door to find Tony Stark. Dressed in an oil-stained Black Sabbath T-Shirt and sweatpants, his hair windswept and his eyes wide. He looked like he was crazy.
"Stark."
"Where's Stephen?"
Wong sighed. He glanced at the ceiling, then back to Stark. "I'll get him. Close the door behind you."
Stark nodded, almost frantically, as Wong headed up the stairs. He knocked on Stephen's door, sighing at the muffled groan.
"Stark's here. Go talk to him."
Stephen was silent for a second. "Don't wanna."
Wong felt like screaming. "Cloak?" He hissed.
There was a shuffling of fabric and a scream. "I'M UP! I'M UP!"
Wong chuckled. The Cloak was just as sick as Wong was with their pining, it seemed.
Stephen finally opened the door, hair disheveled with bags under his eyes. He wore an over-sized Columbia T-Shirt and biker shorts.
"Stark's downstairs."
"Don't wanna."
The Cloak pushed Stephen out of his room, nearly shoving him down the stairs.
"Hey! I'm not decent!" Stephen shouted as the Cloak lifted him up, flew him downstairs, and deposited him in front of Stark.
"Stephen..."
Stephen's eyes widened. "T-Tony..."
Wong had half a mind to summon a bag of popcorn.
"Is this yours?" Tony asked, holding up Stephen's crumpled Valentine.
Stephen glanced at the paper, then to Tony, then back to the paper. "I... I thought I threw that away..." He whispered.
Ah, so that's what happened.
"Well... I.. JARVIS saw it. Told me you never even came in." Tony admitted.
Stephen looked like he was close to tears. Wong didn't know how to feel about what he just heard.
"I... I'm sorry. I-"
Tony raised a hand and unfolded the paper.
"Dear Tony," He read. Stephen's breath hitched. "I love you."
Stephen swallowed. He nodded, slowly. "Love, Anonymous." He croaked.
Tony smiled, grabbing the front of Stephen's shirt.
"I love you too, douchebag." Stephen eyes widened as Tony pulled him down into a kiss.
Wong resisted the urge to cheer. Finally.
~~~
The song Stephen is singing: Love Me Tender by Elvis Presley
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claire7491 · 2 years
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Stephen: can you like stop acting all lovey-dovey around me in public? people will know we're dating, you know?
Tony: oh please, honey. NO ONE knows we're dating.
Y/n: *walking by them casually* well, now i do.
Tony: translate?
Stephen: "well, now EVERYONE knows."
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jpmvr · 10 months
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As good as I‘ll ever be
Team Dinners.
Tony‘s always despised them, but after everything, the snap, the loss of half the universe, bringing back half the universe and being reunited with his pseudo-son and the love of his life, he‘s made his peace with having to suffer through them.
There‘s a catch, though.
You see, the term „Team Dinner“ implies that it‘s only a dinner.
It is, unfortunately, not.
After Peter, Stephen and him decided to move to the cottage to give Morgan at least some sense of familiarity, said „Team Dinners“ gradually turned into „Team Afternoons“ and at some point into „Team Days“ which then became „Team Weekends“.
Anyways, you get the gist. Now Tony‘s cooped up with babysitting way more children than he can handle while his soon-to-be-husband is inside preparing lunch with the rest of the adults.
A giggle to his left.
„Morgan, what are you up to?“
His daughter jumps up from where she was hiding.
„Nothing, Daddy!“
She runs off with the Barton kids in tow, while Peter leisurely walks over to his mentor-but-let‘s-call-him-Dad.
„Hey, Pete, you alright?“
„Yeah, I‘m fine.“
Ok, so there‘s definitely something wrong with him.
„You sure, bud?“
Peter sighs.
„I don‘t know, I just feel… off.“
„I‘m sure it‘s nothing. Now go have fun!“
Yeah, in hindsight, he should’ve seen it coming.
Because one moment, he‘s sitting on his chair looking over the lake, listening to the kids messing about and playing some role-playing game, hears Stephen‘s rumbling laugh from inside the cottage, and the next, there‘s a snap of the fingers and someone saying:
„I am inevitable.“
And suddenly he‘s back.
Heat.
And pain.
Oh, so much pain.
His whole world is tinted in an all-to-well-known orange hue. For a moment, he doesn‘t quite know where he is, but suddenly he hears Stephen whisper to his right.
„It was the only way.“
Oh no. Nononononononono, not again!
„Stephen?“
Tony runs towards him but before he can even reach him and tell him that everything‘s alright, Stephen‘s gone.
„Mr. Stark?“
Tony turns, and sees Peter, all bashed-up and bloodied, wobbling unsteadily on his feet.
„I don‘t feel so good.“
Peter stumbles towards Tony, who stands frozen in place. Not again. He can‘t go through this again.
„You‘re alright“, Tony tries to reassure. This is not real. Please, don‘t let this be real.
„I-I don‘t know what‘s happening, I-I don‘t-“
Peter stumbles into his mentor‘s arms, knees buckling and the only thing holding him up is Tony, who wraps him up and holds him close, afraid to let go, lest Peter disappear.
„I don‘t wanna go, I d-don‘t wanna go, sir, please, please, I don‘t wanna go!“
Peter‘s voice trembles, holding back tears, and Tony gently lays him down on the ground. He‘s already starting to dust, and it takes everything in Tony to not just burst into tears and hold his intern close, because they‘re just not there yet.
Tony watches as Peter trembles, desperately trying to keep him together, trying to prevent the inevitable from happening.
„Sir-“
And Peter‘s gone.
That‘s when Tony truly looses it. Tears are falling from his face, because he just lost them again, and he should’ve prevented it, he should’ve been better, he should’ve found a way, but he‘s just too-
Water splashed into his face. Cold - ice cold, why‘s it cold? - water, and he snaps out of whatever the hell that just was and opens his eyes, gasping, lungs burning and mind still swimming due to oxygen deprivation. His eyes meet the ever-changing hue of blue-gray-green he fell in love with when he first saw them.
„Tony?“
A deep, rumbling voice reaches him. He feels trembling hands gripping his shoulders and lightly shaking him.
„Tony, are you back with me?“, Stephen asks, in the most soothing voice imaginable.
Tony closes his eyes again, and for just a split second he sees Peter‘s ashes flying in the wind, and he whimpers.
He‘s pulled into a surprisingly strong set of arms and picked up. He hears a low murmur that can only come from the whispering of children, and a door opens and suddenly, he‘s in a dark room, being laid down on a soft mattress. The arms leave him, and he whimpers again.
„I‘ll be right back, darling“, Stephen says lowly, moving towards the adjacent bathroom to grab a towel.
The bedroom door opens again, Tony‘s eyes are still closed but he hears the familiar footfall of his pseudo-son. The bed dips next to him and he has a lapful of gangly teenager.
„Are you alright, Dad?“, Peter asks. Stephen returns to the bedroom with a towel and sits on Tony‘s other side, gently drying his fiancé‘s face and chest.
Slowly but surely, Tony calms his racing heartbeat down, the rhythmical back-and-forth of the towel soothing him. He takes a deep breath, and bundles up his pseudo-son in his arms because they are actually there, thank you very much.
„As good as I‘ll ever be, Pete. As good as I‘ll ever be.“
So yeah, this is what happens when I‘m supposed to revise for my finals. Not beta‘d, first fanfic, be kind!
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fightsbats · 1 year
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