#tony lasagna

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

HAL: So anyway. I’m going to be investing in an "Italian Restaurant" to sell "pizza" with my "pizza recipe" that I "looked up online" and also "went to a pizza place to see what good ideas are floating around".

JAKE: I am assuming your pizza will kill me instantly upon consumption!

HAL: You’re goddamn right.

#submission #italian striders. fuhgeddaboudit #im italian fun fact. like not as in From Italy italian #i mean like Has An Uncle Tony Whose Brother And Dad Own A Father Son Mechanic Shop italian #i fucking mean like Lasagna At Every Gathering italian #fucking italian hyphen american #italian striders are a bad idea. and yet i exist nonetheless #homestuck #incorrect homestuck quotes #incorrect quotes #mod dave #hal strider #lil hal #jake english

[incrediblyhumbletonystark]

I can actually make a box of mac n cheese. However, I don't mean to brag but I'm pretty good at making lasagna. (the secret is red pepper flakes to give it some kicks)

Homemade is definitely the way to go. Especially if it's a family recipe. I've got a few of my mom's tucked away for special occasions. And I don't want to brag or anything [yes I do- we all know I do.] but her recipes are superb in every way possible. I gotta hand it to you, though. You're right about that little bit of kick. Some good quality peperoncino really adds to the flavor.

#incredibly humble tony stark #tony stark rp blog #tony stark #iron man #italian foods #peperoncino #lasagna

[sliceoflasagna]

Inspecting him

#tony tag #lasagna posting

[ferretinsocks]

new disneyland paris trailer

#garfield #lasagna #the art #avengers #marvel #tony stark #iron man

[writing-mlm]

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Druig x male!eternals!reader

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summary: dinner with the Avengers gets unexpectedly cut short

“Uh… Mr. Corpus, sir?” Peter looks up from where he’s working on his homework, watching as you swirl his LEGOS in the air. They click into place, quickly forming some version of the Titanic but the colors are off. They release from their form and swirl in the air again as you look at him, your fingers held in a cupping motion. He looks away for a second, fiddling with his pencil. “Do you know what happened on July 14th, 1789?” 

“Storming of the Bastille,” You answer without thinking too much about it. “Very important moment in the French Revolution; Bastille was a prison that many aristocrats preferred to go to because it was a very… relaxed prison. Almost a thousand people surrounded the prisons, cannons, and gunpowder ready. They were afraid the King was going to arrest the new National Assembly. They were also wanting to fortify the prison, crime was horrid those days.” As you speak, Peter writes it down. He has no use for fact-checking you, you’re the Avengers history nerd. 

“Thank you,” He smiled and flipped to the next page. You nod, returning to your LEGOS and recreating the prison. It spins around and you look into the box of loose legos, using random pieces to create canons around it. 

Living with the Avengers was far from the plan you had set in your head when you finally broke away from your family. You didn’t want nor need a team of people to boss you around again but this was the easiest way to ensure the world was safe. At the top of the world, nothing was hidden. 

At least to you. 

You look at the other Avengers who’d found themselves a spot in the common area, blissfully unaware of the truth. They think they know it all, there’s nothing they don’t know. Anything and everything that happens on Earth— they’ll know it. And they’ll stop it. 

God, they were so fucking wrong. 

Sinking into your seat, your eyes drift off to the woods that surround the compound. They’re smaller but denser than the forest you’re used to back home, which reminds you that you ought to visit soon. It’s been almost a year since you’ve last been there and you’re sure you’re being missed day and night. 

And you miss it, too, of course. The dreams cannot replace reality. 

“Hey, Chronicle,” Tony calls and you look over to him. He lifts his cup to point towards the TV and you see you’re up for the next match of Mortal Kombat. Pulling yourself to sit next to Sam, you take the controller from Natasha and pick your character. Sam picks his and the round begins, you end up winning but that’s almost entirely due to the fact that for some odd reason, Sam could not have a steady grip on his controller. 

“He always cheats!” Sam points to you as you hand the controller to Tony. “Nah- nah, get the power blockers! I want a rematch!” He demands but everyone knows that for some stupid reason, it doesn’t work on you. 

   “It’s okay, butterfingers,” You tell him, patting his shoulder as you return to your spot creating LEGOS. “I know you're getting all hot and bothered around me.” Sam closes his eyes, telling Bucky that he’s about to send you away and you offer an amused smile. 

The place settles down after that, you end up losing in the game because you had a long-standing promise with Bucky that you wouldn’t use your powers on him unless it was necessary. Some type of PTSD you didn’t care to dive into. All that mattered was that Bucky absolutely murked your character and Sam was cheering the entire time. 

Dinner rolls around and you agree to make something quick, but with how much everyone eats even a quick meal takes an hour with how much needs to be made. Thankfully, the kitchen has four ovens for that exact reason. Seven lasagna and garlic breads later, dinner is served and everyone is eating around a table. 

Thor, Steve, Bucky, and Peter each got their own pans. Although, Thor needed another and you’re glad you made seven because the remaining two were just enough for the rest of you with normal appetites. 

Midway through your slice, you feel a certain tug in your mind and smile, doing your best to not look away from your food. It’s a tug you’ve grown to love and adore, and it’s more than welcome to invade your mind. 

What’re you eatin’ tonight? Druig asked, his soft voice mulling over the voices around you. 

   Lasagna, the recipe I showed you. You answer, grabbing your cup of juice to hide your smile. You? 

    Soup. He replies. Arishem, I miss your cooking. You laugh, although you manage to keep it silent. 

I’m planning my next return, just have to make sure there’s nothing coming up here. 

Good, I cannot go another month without you, my love. 

Neither can I. You look up, seeing everyone is looking at you. One moment, darling. Like a phone call, you put the connection on hold and clear your throat. 

“Sorry, what did you say?” You ask, setting your cup down. 

   “Peter was asking for the recipe,” Wanda says, offering the kid a smile when you look at him. 

   “Oh, yeah, sure,” You nod. “Remind me later.” He nods and everyone slowly goes back to their conversations and you take Druig off of hold. 

You have to stop letting your mind wander. He teases and you roll your eyes, finishing up the last of your food. 

   Only to thoughts of you. You reply and he makes an ohh sound. Not in that way. You add, leaving the table with a simple see you later. 

One amazing thing about the compound is the fucking dishwasher, it’s honestly a lifesaver. 

I do not need a dishwasher. Druig says as you close the door to the washer. 

   You don’t have electricity, you cannot have one. He takes the reminder with a grain of salt and your conversation continues well into the night. Eventually, he falls asleep and you allow yourself to as well. 

—

One thing you absolutely dread about living with the others is the fact that whenever someone who’s not Tony or Peter is there, they insist on working out at the crack of dawn. 

You’re awake at four in the morning, several hours before you normally do, and have only managed to get two hours of sleep so you’re more than annoyed when Thor makes an announcement over every single speaker in the house. 

Begrudgingly, you get prepared for the workout and join Sam for the pre-workout smoothie. He makes the best ones, Steve just eats it dry and Bucky cannot make it taste good for the life of him. The others don’t take any before their workouts so it’s just the four of you drinking (and eating scoops of protein powder) before you head up to the gym. 

Workouts with the Avengers last for hours, although Tony taps out two hours in, Peter had to get ready for school, and Clint wanted to finally go home soon after. Sam is the next to go, he’s beyond tired three hours in and chooses to watch everyone instead. 

You’re on your ass as Natasha flips you over, the wind knocks out your chest as you land on the padding. She stands over you, her weapon tossed to the ground and you twitch your fingers. It flies through the air and knocks her backward as you pull yourself up. 

“Cheater,” She teases as you twirl her stick in the air with a shrug. “Mama never taught you to play nice with friends?” Dropping the stick into your hands, you swing and she ducks. This continues for a while until you have her pinned down— albeit using your powers but it was getting a little tiring using your arms. 

Training ends with five laps around the compound— which only Thor, Steve, and Bucky actually completed. You gave up after two and Natasha got through three and a half. You were many things, a try hard was not one of them. 

Cleaning up, you head to the common area to find something to watch. 

There’s a lot to which, with Tony having every single streaming service possible, but you eventually settle on some show Peter had recommended. 

“Dinner is ready!” Tony calls and for the first time since you started the show, you look away from the screen. It’s dark outside and you were well into the show… that's a little embarrassing. “C’mon, Matilda!” He calls when you’re not moving fast enough. 

    “Shut up, white man,” You grumble, pausing the show and heading to the others. Peter is back for the weekend but Clint stayed with his family. 

Dinner is a large order of pizza, boxes piled up on the table and the super eaters take theirs before everyone else takes their slices. Tonight you’re able to engage with them completely uninterrupted and come to think of it, you’d gone the entire day without talking to Druig. 

You couldn’t feel him in your mind, either. Normally there’s a small feeling when you focus, letting you know he was there but today he wasn’t. 

Sighing, you decide not to dwell on it just yet. He’s gone through periods where he doesn’t want to talk before, the longest being a week. You’d give him two days before you stole a jet to go and see him. 

“Unknown subjects approaching the compound,” FRIDAY says midway through dinner. “Unknown mass in the air approaching at rapid speeds, engage?” He’s basically buzzing to use the systems defense system. 

“Describe the mass,” Tony says, afraid FRIDAY is alerting them of another bird. It’s happened at least six times already. 

    “A large black triangle with unknown carvings on it, approaching in approximately five seconds,” FRIDAY says and you take that time to think about it. It sounds familiar and as you’re rushing out with the others to find out what the fuck it is,  it clicks. The Domo. 

“Holy shit!” Peter gasps when he sees the Domo hovering above the field in front of the compound. There’s a couple flashes of light and you rush over to where they’re going to be landing while the others remain a good distance away. You’re glad for their sake that they aren’t a shoot-first ask-questions-later type of group. 

“(Y/n), do not engage!” Tony shouts, stopping the others from going after you. You ignore him, stopping exactly two steps ahead of where you know they will land in a couple of seconds. The others are calling for you to get back— Sam is sure it’s some type of alien and he tells Bucky he’s always right about the people they have to fight. You tune them out, watching as the light shoots down completely from the Domo and as it falls to the ground. 

Druig is the first to land and wastes no time in his arms wrapping around your waist and you hold his face. He looks at you with these puppy dog eyes, a smile creeping up on his face and you dip your head down. 

Kissing him, one of his hands grabs the back of your neck, deepening it. You move one of your hands down to his belt loops and hold him. He laughs into the kiss but neither of you pulls away. You hear a gag but it’s clearly from Sprite so you ignore it. 

“I didn’t need to see that!” Sprite groans as she lands. “They’re worse than you and Dane.” She tells Sersi as you pull away from the kiss. But just slightly, you can still feel his lips on yours and you carefully rub his cheek. 

“Hello, beautiful,” He mutters against your lips. 

   “Hey,” You mutter back, going in for another kiss but Phastos pulls the two of you away. 

“Dude!” You whine as he holds your collar and drags you across the lawn until you’re more than an arm's distance from Druig. “Let me kiss my fuckin’ husband!” Druig smiles and you wink, finally getting put back on your feet. 

“Did he say, husband?” Natasha whispers to Tony who blankly nods. 

“You can kiss when we’re done here,” Ikaris says, floating down from the Domo. 

   “You’re not the only one who can fly, asshole,” You tease, rising to his level. “But yeah; whatever. Why're all— most of you here?” You correct yourself, seeing that Ajak and Gilgamesh aren’t with the others. 

“Aren’t you and Gilg a package dead?” You ask Thena and that seems to be the wrong question to as everyone looks sad. Lowering yourself to the ground, you look between everyone. “What’s going on?” You slowly ask, looking at Druig as he walks up to you. 

“Ajak and Gilgamesh are dead,” He says as he holds your hand. “Killed by deviants; they're back.” He softly adds. 

“There’s some more stuff,” Sersi steps forward, her hand on Thena’s shoulder. “We’ll explain everything in the Domo but we need to go now.” 

“Now— like, right this second now?” You ask and she nods. Looking at your team, you sigh and look back to the others. “Give me a second.” They nod and you rush over to the others. 

“I’ll be back, I just— I’ll explain when I get back.” You tell them, giving everyone a once over. “Um… yeah, see you!” 

“No way,” Tony says as he grabs your arm before you can go too far. “You aren’t just up and leaving like that! Where are you going? Who are they?” 

“We’re on a bit of a time crunch!” Kingo shouts and you sigh, apologizing to Tony before removing his hand with your powers. 

“I’ll explain when I get back, I promise!” 

—

Sitting on the beach, you look over at Druig who’s already looking at you rather than the very large golden hand sticking out from the sea. 

“I should’ve stayed with you,” You whisper, a frown forming on your face. “If I hadn’t been with the Avengers Gilgamesh would be alive, I could’ve stopped Ikarus long before this became such an issue.” Looking back to the water, you rest your head on his shoulder. 

    “Don't think like tha’,” Druig replies in the same whisper, brushing hair from your face. “You were doin’ your best, you joined that stupid team to help people. No one could’ve seen this comin’, darlin.” He wraps his arm around you and lays his head on top of yours. He glances at your red and gold suit, tracing the shapes that he’s traced for centuries before as the waves roll in. 

You stare at the crashing waves, your eyes drifting to and from the head and hand every so often. There are so many thoughts running through your mind. You’ve lost three friends, you look at Sprite and while the others might be able to forgive her you can’t. 

Sure, she looks like a child but she was… born at the same time everyone else was. She grew as everyone else grew, despite how it looked from the outside. You can’t look past the betrayal, no matter the reason. 

Then there’s Kingo, who you weren’t too sure about either. You’d always fought, no matter how dire the situation seemed. You fought and you fought together. And he ran. It left a bitter taste in your mouth. 

“I can still hear your thoughts,” Druig whispers. “Mind if I change those thoughts?” You hum, and move your head from his shoulder. His head moves back before it moves forward, his lips finding a home between yours. They’re dry, but you don’t doubt yours are either. And probably taste of sand just as his taste like volcanic ash. He smiles, glad your mind has drifted to other topics and you pull him on top of you. 

“Do not fuck on the beach,” Phastos grumbles. You pull away and tilt your head back to grin at him. Druig doesn’t pay him much mind, letting his eyes and hands wander your body. Although that’s probably to just annoy Phastos even more. 

   “You’re such a cockblock, y’know that right?” He rolls his eyes and joins the others several yards away. 

“We should head back, though.” You tell Druig, squeezing his arms. He looks at your face, and you stare at his blue eyes. God, they’re really fucking blue. 

   “They’ve always been blue,” His lips quirked into a smile and you shove his face away from you before bringing the two of you to your feet. 

“I know you want to go to space and like… save the others out there…” You start as the two of you walk back to the group. 

  “But you don’t?” He finishes and you sigh. “Can I ask why?” 

“I like it here,” You shrug. “I’ve built a life and I get to play with LEGOS and cheat during game night…”

“You’re afraid of space.” 

“I’m afraid of space.” You concede and he lets out a small laugh before his face softens. 

“We don’t have to go anywhere, darling. Right here is perfect.”

#x male reader #druig x reader #druig x eternal!reader #druig x male reader #druig imagine #druig x you #barry keoghan #x reader

[emwheezie]

Who are you choosing if my characters were in a dating sim?

Lennon:

Gremlin mode

Daddy issues

Bad hair

Musical/Creative genius. Perfect pitch

Ambitious

Doesn't shower

Ate a lasagna once

Doesn't know how to use his words

Fights drywall

Movie watcher

Chicken addiction

Street smart

Closeted Weezer fan

Dunkin Donuts

Shoes on the bed

Green Day

Might be silly

Goes up the stairs on all fours

Stressed/depressed/poorly dressed

PBC singer and lead guitar

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Tony:

Purple

Crazy driver

:3

Mall pretzels

Catholic school survivor

Emotionally smart/book smart

Stressed/depressed/dressed to impress

Afraid of getting old/ugly

Wants to fight the MBTA

Might be delusional

throws up from anxiety

Redbull and Taco Bell

Loves dogs

Green Day

Poetic

Saw Moses (biblical) in the woods while high with Theo

Bisexual

Lactose intolerant

Finds meaning in everything

Always in a relationship

PBC bassist and "manager"

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Enzo:

Evil

Might have killed a man

Man Bun

Posts on DeviantART

Loves dragons

whispers and shakes

Future tattoo artist

Movie connoisseur

Might be a furry...?

LOVES the Saw movie franchise

Protective and loyal

Street smart

Stays up all night in the dark

In an online relationship

Does what he wants

Doesn't waste time

Sparkling water enjoyer

Tea drinker

Never listened to a music in his life

Guitarist in a band (PBC)

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Theo:

From New Hampshire

Asexual

Golden retriever personality 

Grew up with 8 siblings

Joined the military after High School

Eats Oatmeal?

Doesn't wear a seatbelt

Outdoorsy/hiking adventures

Works at a club/bar with his wife, Gia

Is a cinnamon roll

Emotionally smart

Saw Moses (biblical) in the woods while high with Tony

Calls music his "funky jams"

Forgets his shoes

Mtn Dew

Forgetful

Kidney Stones

His appendix exploded once

PBC drummer

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Park:

Loves alcohol

Hates the government

Hates the IRS

Has never paid taxes

No sense of personal space/very touchy

LOUD

Climbs things

Grilled cheese enthusiast  

Dunkin Donuts manager

Aliens are 4 realz

loves video games

Wicked smart

Goes to MIT for like space engineering or something idk

Makes monkey noises

"I have to be both the sexiest and most mentally challenged person in the room at all times"

Obsessed with skin walkers

Conspiracy theories

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Oli:

Photography/cinematography 

Graphic design

Urban Explorer

Abandoned things

Summer time vibes

Lives in sleeveless shirts

Black coffee drinker

health freak/gym rat

Smokes cigarettes (hey we all have our vices)

Secretly gay

Chronic complainer

Works at zumies

Does graffiti 

Runs from his problems

Travels for work

Drives a modded Subaru

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Alyssa:

Preforms unethical experiments in the sims 3

Loves cows

So many many plushies there's no room for her in the bed

weezer fan

Talks a lot

Lots of keychains/charms

Maximalism!

Assertive

Good listener

Workaholic 

HAS to be the BEST at anything she does

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Rosie

Grew up with strict parents

Working too many hours at Dunkin Donuts

Former ballet/dancer

Likes to bake and really good at it!

Compulsive liar

"I have a twin sister who goes to another school"

Gets jealous easily

Body image problems/eating disorders :(

Emotionally Immature 

Spider eyelashes

A nose ring is "rebelling from my parents"

Currently in college

Afraid of change

Emotional support eldest daughter

Loves to sing

#long post #dating sim #ocs #original character #webcomic

[starker-raving-mads]

For You: Part VII

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX

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To say that the next week was hectic was to put it lightly. Peter didn't surface from the lab for anything - Not Aunt May (and her terrible lasagna that Peter loved so dearly), not Ned and MJ, not even for Bucky, who had taken to texting Peter fairly regularly with things like lunch requests or questions about pop culture.

(The man was, hilariously, Steve's opposite in that regard. He still didn't remember much of his time on ice, but he reveled in all of modern technology instead of simply trying to deal with it, which was Steve's approach. He and Peter had partaken in more than one text conversation that ended after 2 hours with, 'Steve's taking my phone because he says I'm becoming a zombie staring at the screen. I think he's just jealous because he doesn't understand modern…anything, really. I think he might be a himbo. Am I using that word right?')

No, Peter instead spent that time with Tony, having the longest, craziest, most wonderful lab binge of his life. His sleep schedule was royally messed up because of it, taking to just falling asleep at his desk or on the couch instead of going back up to the penthouse. He only got a few hours at a time like that anyway and it just didn't seem worth it to put an official pause on their work.

What was their work? Integrating Tony into everything.

He was already fully incorporated into the lab, that was easy enough after the confirmation of the program's success. But they made small tweaks to improve his core functioning systems, defined a few things, and Tony went from almost being Tony Stark to really being Tony Stark. The first day or two, the man had stilled unnaturally in a way that Tony just never had. He'd also not remember certain things, important things, until reminded of them.

"I have a daughter?" he'd asked, overwhelmed awe spread across his face. "I have a daughter!" He looked at Peter then, that same unfamiliar softness in his eyes. "I made you her godfather! Isn't Morgan just amazing?"

"Sorry, Mr. Stark," Peter grimaced at the perplexity on the other man's face. "Since Ms. Potts has been kind of…upset about the whole SI thing, I haven't been allowed to see her." And he'd tried, he really had. He wanted to know the little girl that was half Tony, who was his family in all but blood. But Pepper had responded to every request with a resounding 'no' and she was Morgan's mom, so she got the final say.

Tony had a look of determination on his face at that. "Yeah, we'll see about that."

But all those little issues had been flushed out in the first few days, and now they were working on incorporating his program into everything. Peter already wired him into the Spider-Man suit, tapped him into the tower's network architecture, and into the smart glasses the man had pointed out to him that were, apparently, never finished in the face of the Peter Project.

EDITH, he had called it, but based on all the features she had, Peter was mostly positive it was better that project was never finished. Peter kept the glasses, though, body having an all over shiver the first time he heard Mr. Stark's voice directly in his ear.

Now, they were putting the finishing touches on getting Tony wired into the penthouse, which had its own individual network infrastructure and security protocols. Having Friday helped with a lot of the grunt work, but there were some fine tuning things that Peter had to do to wrap it up.

"There!" he said, leaning back on his haunches as he slid the discreet panel back over the hidden network rack in the living room (carefully hidden behind tall, leafy vegetation he was vaguely sure was called a monster plant). "Okay, Fri-baby, fire it up, let him in."

"Are you sure, Mom?" Friday said, voice warm with humor. "Shouldn't guests knock first?"

"Your father is not a guest, dear," he joked back with her, loving the rapid way she grew with him. He was weirdly proud of her, seeing all these changes in behavior and temperament.

"If you say so."

And then - Tony.

Adding the holographic projection system was another touch Peter had to manually install, like with a drill and everything. It was absolutely worth the time spent crawling around on the ceiling when the man bloomed to life in front of him, craning his neck around to check out the apartment.

"Man, I forgot how bland this place was," he said, eyeing the all-white leather couch and black slate flooring of the sunken living room.

"Bland?" Peter asked, aghast. "This place is great!"

Tony gave him a look. "Kid, I know your taste runs to the science pun t-shirt side of the spectrum, but all black and white isn't exactly that much of a step up from beige."

Peter flushed. "I mean, it's simple but it's nice! And why did you even pick it if you didn't like it?"

"Oh," the older man responded, casually walking around the space. "I didn't. Hired some expensive decorator and told them to go crazy with it." He shrugged. "The lab was always my space, so I didn't really give a damn went on up here as much. Pep was the one to put the art and stuff up - which I see she took."

"Yeah, it was gone by the time I got up here, but not much else thankfully. And I guess that makes sense. The lab just…feels like you, Mr. Stark."

Tony gave him another look. "Kid, you've gotta start calling me Tony. It's cute when you say it, but since I'm essentially a ghost, I think we're past the point of titles."

"I mean," Peter said, struggling not to let all the blood in his body rush to his face at how enflamed he felt at Mr. Stark calling him cute. "If I'm only cute when I say it, I guess I have to keep it up, right, Mr. Stark?" He was falling far short of the playful retort he was going for, mostly because there was too much sincerity in the words.

"Pete, you're cute with or without the 'Mr. Stark' schtick," Tony chuckled casually, as though he wasn't uprooting Peter's entire existence right now.

"O-oh, okay." This was one of those things that made Tony differ from Mr. Stark and Peter had to say, he appreciated it. The openness and honesty, the lack of barrier he could always feel was there before. He wondered how much of it was anxiety and part of the physical pretense of being Tony Stark that made him that way, that he lacked now. Whatever it was, Peter liked it. "So, Tony."

"That's my name, kid," he winked, "don't wear it out."

Peter rolled his eyes. This was the Tony he was used to.

"But seriously," Tony continued, picking their previous conversation back up. "You should redo this place, liven it up a little! Some paint, new furniture, yada yada," he waved a hand around the room. "I've seen your bedroom, not to mention the apartment you shared with May - eclectic is in, and now you've got all the money in the world to make your space your own."

"I hadn't really thought about it like that," Peter said, walking over to where Tony's glowing blue form was. "It just - it feels so weird to change things in your house, you know?"

"Peter, and I say this sincerely," Tony said and yes his tone was playful but sincere nonetheless. "I never cared about how this place looked, it was a matter of convenience. It was a bed and a kitchen and a respectable place to have people over but that's about it. And it's your house now."

Peter furrowed his brow. "But the media center and the blankets and pillows - ?"

"Yeaaaaah," the man dragged out and turned to look over at the TV set up in question. "I may or may not have bought that after you mentioned wanting to binge Star Wars with me when you'd realized I hadn't seen all of them." He shrugged but the casual gesture was ruined by the side-eyed sincerity.

"You bought," Peter started, "an entire TV set up, surround sound, and game console just to watch TV with me?"

"Sure," the man shrugged again and Peter knew for a fact that his whole casual-whatever he was doing was put upon, but he didn't know how to call it out - or if he even wanted to.

What do you say when someone spends a few thousand grand on something because you mentioned it offhand in one conversation?

"Listen, kid," Tony sighed, looking over at him finally. "I told you I was too much and this is what I meant. I do - too much. Extravagant gifts and shit like," he waved his hand at the media center wall, "whole media center set ups and custom blankets without asking." He shrugged, and it was probably the first time Peter had ever seen the man truly awkward, for all that he fidgeted normally. "People've been telling me that my whole life but I just can't ever seem to break the habit." He sounded truly apologetic and that was the moment that Peter snapped.

"Stop," he said, voice firm, face rigid. Tony looked at him, chagrined, like a kid being told off after putting his hand in the cookie jar. "There is nothing wrong with you," Peter continued and watched as the man's glowing blue face snapped up at him in surprise. "Your love language is just gift giving, is all," he explained. "You show people you care by giving them things and I bet it's always things like this," he waved toward the media center. "Things they've mentioned or things you know they'll need or care about. Right?" Tony nodded, eyes wide behind his square framed glasses. "Then, there you go," he said, running out of the confident steam he'd been using for his little mini-rant. "You just want to give people you care about things to make their lives better or things they want or way to enjoy themselves better. There's nothing wrong with that. Sure, it can feel like a little much sometimes due to the expense of such things but at the same time - it's your money, you can afford it, so why not?"

The look on Tony's face clearly said that no one had spelled it out like that before and that he wasn't totally sure if he believed Peter.

Peter smiled, a little sadly. "Tony, if I had thought you were giving me things to make me in debt to you or buy my loyalty or something, I'd have turned them down. But it's obvious you don't, and why would I try and hurt you by being a dick about it?"

Tony cleared his throat. "I gotta say, kid, you're like the first person to not give a damn about it. It's always either people after my money, or people who think I'm trying to buy them with it. It's…refreshing."

"I mean," Peter said while he walked over to the large, squishy chaise side of the couch he liked. "It's not like I don't think about it? It's just - like I didn't grow up with a lot of money, right? And neither did my friends. And so when Ned or someone went out of their way to get me something it really meant a lot. And while you have the ability to probably buy a small country - " Tony laughed, " - that doesn't negate the fact that you put thought and energy into it just like anyone else would."

Tony sat down on the other side of the couch from him, their usual seats, and the normalcy of the action soothed Peter. He was starting to look past the faint blue glow of the other man and just see Tony.

"Thanks, kid," Tony said, looking over at him. "I mean that."

"I know you do," Peter smiled softly. He curled in on himself, snuggling into the cushions, wishing he had his movie blanket.

Tony's mind seemed to go the same direction. "Where's that blanket of yours?" he asked, craning his neck to look at the space where the basket of blankets and spare pillows for the living room used to be.

Peter sighed. "It was one of the things Ms. Potts took," he shrugged. "I haven't gotten around to replacing it yet."

The older man frowned. "You should have Friday do it," he finally said. "I didn't buy it, I crafted it out of the same textile I used to make Steve's stuff with." At Peter's look, he explained, "Capcicle has a similar texture issue that you do, senses cranked up a little under yours. Your first Spider-Man suit was made out of an off-shoot of the formula, but the base is perfect for blankets and things." He furrowed his brow, looking away, thinking. "Pepper knew that," he muttered to himself. "Fri? Get on that, will you?"

"You got it, Boss."

"Maybe she had them grab it by accident when she sent people up to get the artwork and stuff?" Peter pondered.

"Yeah, maybe," Tony agreed though he didn't sound convinced. "How about," he said instead of whatever seemed to be on his mind, "you go grab a blanket from somewhere and we watch something. You wouldn't believe how fast my brain runs now," he chuckled. "And I don't really sleep anymore, so being online and zoning out a little would be nice."

Peter smiled and agreed, stopping at the kitchen to pop a bag of microwave popcorn in before heading down the hallway. He paused by his room first before ultimately going to Tony's and grabbing the bundled up comforter. It was just so much softer than the one in the guest room, and it still faintly smelled like the other man. That wasn't too weird right?

Pushing back the anxiety in him that screamed, 'uh yeah it's weird he's going to call you out on it,' Peter walked back out to the living room and dumped it onto the couch. He tried to be casual about it, twisting on his heel to grab the popcorn and pour it into a bowl before coming back to the living room and snuggling down into the blanket.

He tried not to pay attention to the long, long look Tony gave him when the teen asked, "Anything you're in the mood for?"

After a moment, the older man said, "Fuck it, let's watch Star Wars again."

#for you fic #starker #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker #tony stark #iron man #peter x tony #spiderman

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Made for Him I

Warnings: this fic includes dark content including rape/noncon, blood and gore, violence, death, grief, and other potential triggering elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Peter finds himself alone after the loss of those around him, so he decides to find a cure to his grief.

Characters: Peter Parker

Note: I’m still very sick. I dug this out of my WiPs because I desperately wanna power through it.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.

Love you all like Garfield loves lasagna. Take care. 💖

The Creator

On July 8th, 1822, Percy Bysshe Shelley drowned just off the coast of Livorno. His wife was famous for the resurrection of the fictional monster and the misguided doctor for whom her penultimate novel was named. Peter cradled the very one in his hand, the spine bent and the pages well worn by his habitual delve into the horror of Victor Frankenstein. 

His readings were studious and almost religious in nature as he worshipped the pages alongside the library of textbooks, theses, and medical reports that lined the shelves of his office.

The foamy waters flowed in and wetted the sand around his toes as he sat close in the folding chair he brought out daily to bask in the hot Italian sun. Sometimes he let the book rest in his lap as he closed his eyes to the sun and wondered if it was near that very point that Mary’s husband met his tragic fate. If he lounged on the very sands he was said to have met his rumoured lover and another poet. The fantasy carried Peter away for a time only to send him crashing back down.

One year to the day he left New York and he was growing impatient. He’d waited long enough as his trust only matured on the day he got his final degree, the one with the three vaunted letters below the golden crest. The only remnant of his former mentor, the man who showed him that life could grow in a lab, though he had only ever rendered it in metal and code. 

Peter wanted more than the cold armour and robotic voices, he could take Stark’s legacy and give it true life. He knew he could.

More than creation, he wanted love. He wanted a stalwart he could depend on, not the flaky girl he met in high school who broke his heart. He wanted to take the fiction in his grasp and turn it into fact. He wanted the world to know that he was more than Tony Stark’s pity project, he was a reckoning.

He stood and folded up the chair, carrying it by the cloth handle as he kept the book open and walked blindly across the uneven sand. He was at his favourite part, where the monster hid in the barn and the inherent spark of kindness drove him to complete the chores of the overwrought family. 

Then there came the reality of a harsh and unloving world, one he swore to never let touch his creation. He would only give them love, give them the perfect life he longed to have. The one he could live, just not alone.

The stone steps led up to the open terrace of the beach house that looked out onto the hot Mediterranean shore. The place was isolated but lively as the songbirds nested in the trees and the sun was ever shining above. It was the perfect retreat for the retired Avenger. The world didn’t need him anymore, he was dispensable. That kid, Miles, took up the mantle and the world forgot about Peter Parker.

He set the wooden chair down against the wall as he entered through the slatted door and closed the book at last. He passed through the curved archways and entered the airy kitchen, the open windows letting in the balmy Italian breezes. 

He poured dark grinds into the drip percolator and waited for the strong espresso to seep through. He took his small cup when there was enough to savour and shifted it over to the island at the center of the space. 

He kicked aside the rug and bent to hook his fingers in the indent along the hatch and lifted it with a grunt. He reached for his mug and carefully descended. He sipped as he came to the bottom and flipped on the switch to light up the space.

Everything was laid out in eager preparation. Over a year’s worth of planning resided in his secret space. One wall was lined with the endless texts he poured over between spurts of exhaustion-laced sleep, on the other, a vast array of equipment including beakers, microscopes, surgical tools, a tome secreted from Strange’s panoply of mystic fascinations, and several monitors floating from metal arms drilled into the wall.

At the center of the room was a large metal bed, shining and sterile. All he needed was there, a collection started years before he even considered the Italian retreat. He swore that day when he was through the tears and wrenching heartache of abandonment that he would never be left alone again. Not after his parents, or Tony, or May or MJ. He was ready to give his life away; to give life.

He just needed the proper parts to do so.

🧪

The head was the hardest part. 

Not harder to find than the other pieces, each kept preserved in a special compartment to keep them from mortification. He harvested them quickly, his first few attempts at the morgue proving too late. So he frequented the hospitals, hiding in vents and other tight spaces, using those tricks from his days of heroics to go unseen in his diligent but grim work.

He found a few women he didn’t mind but they just weren’t right. He needed eyes that made him feel fuzzy and a smile that made his heart flutter. He came this far and wouldn’t settle for anything but perfection. 

He knew the moment he saw her; disguised in a set of scrubs and a surgical mask, his reddish brown hair hidden beneath a cap as he watched her wheeled by. He was there when they called it and the machines went silent. There wasn’t time to linger as the doctor and nurses were called to their next patient. 

Peter kept to the back and waited for the rest to disperse to the next code and shut the door. He hopped up and pushed in the ceiling tile, wiggling through to grab the cube hidden within and slipping back down. 

She looked peaceful as he opened the case, the cool fog rising from the top as he set it on the tray and rolled it around the bed. She died of an aneurysm, so sudden she didn’t have time to look petrified. It made him sad to think of a life extinguished in the bat of an eye. Even if it was to his benefit.

As he sterilized the saw he pulled from his canvas kit, he figured it was meant to be. She was gone too soon and he was in need of a pretty face. He placed the teeth of the blade to her neck and paused. He couldn’t wait much longer, he had to get it done or it would be another one for the bin.

He began the grizzly deed, careful to slice through as cleanly as possible. The blood leaked out into the white sheets and onto the pillow and as he detached her head completely, it turned to an ocean, spurting violently from her neck. He cradled her head as he slipped it into a plastic bag and sealed it before placing it in the refrigerated case. 

He closed it and slung the strap over his chest, lifting his arm to string a web to the open ceiling. He hauled himself into the vent and slid the tile back into place. He began the careful crawl, the final piece of the puzzle jostling on his shoulders. 

He would burn his gown, cap and mask when he got out, the iron scent of her blood was starting to make him sick.

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Peter felt the cold even through the thermal layer of his suit. His visor allowed for him to pinpoint his focus on the precise merging of nerve ends and tight stitches of his intent assembly. The laboratory was kept below zero for his work to preserve the parts until he could revive them. 

He turned up the heat in his suit to keep from shivering as he feared a single mistake.

After several scans, Peter found the brain to be beyond repair. He was disappointed but he found an easy solution. He was reluctant to throw away the pretty face; the face that had come to colour his dreams. So he found a new brain instead, young and fresh, without a flaw. 

He found himself distracted by the long lashes as he fit her open skull with its new motor. If he thought of it as just another suit, it wasn’t as repulsive as blood stained the table and his gloves. 

He hunched over and worked at connecting the brain stem, switching out his tools and repositioning to keep from damaging the ridges. It was the most important part of the process and he didn’t want to try again. He couldn’t go through it again. This was it. He knew it by the way he just couldn’t stop seeing that face; in his dreams, in his waking thoughts, and in its case, awaiting rebirth.

He would give her a precious gift but she would give him more. How could she not love her creator? Her saviour.

Peter replaced the top of her skull and forged it back into place, the laser singing a line around her scalp. He had a collection of wigs she could wear until it grew back and he could graft on a new set of follicles if needed. He wanted her to feel as beautiful as he saw her.

Done, he stepped back and admired his work, twelve hours of intent and tedious labour over her. The pieces fit together well and he was hardly disappointed. He didn’t care that the stitches would leave scars like spider webs across her flesh. He thought that made her even more gorgeous. He could hardly keep from trembling in excitement.

He placed the metal band around her brow and the transmitter on her chest. Every nerve, every muscle, every part of her was hardwired with delicate attention. He knew he could bring her back. Victor Frankenstein would blush to see it done right.

Peter went to the computer as the hoop connected to the table scanned every inch of her and showed no error in his assembly. Her neural network looked like a roadmap and her body was still untouched by decay or rigor mortis. It was now or never.

He keyed in the final command and a sudden hum went through the lab. He winced as he felt a force flow through his suit in the frigid room and her body twitched as the transmitter pulsed at her chest and the ring around her head vibrated. He checked the screen as he waited for a response. He dragged his finger over the monitor to increase the power.

“Come on, please,” he begged the universe, “I did it. I know I di--”

The heart rate suddenly jumped from the glowing red zero to an orange forty-three, then sixty, peaking at a blue one hundred, and calming to a steady sixty-seven. The computer began to beep in time with her pulse and her brain turned to a sudden rainbow of activity. He glanced over at her but she remained unmoving.

He felt a squeezing pain in his chest. Did he miss something? Maybe he was wrong? Maybe it would always just be fiction, a fantasy. He would always be alone, always a failure. He came around the desk and went to the table and looked her over.

He touched her chest and felt the beating of her heart beneath the sensors and lifted his fingers below her nose. She was breathing. So why then, wouldn’t she wake up?

#made for him #horror au #au #frankenstein #peter parker #dark peter parker #dark!peter parker #peter parker x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #mcu #marvel #spider-man #avengers

[preciousbarnes]

bucky asking you to marry him?

Happy Ever After

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: some minor negative self talk/thoughts, fluff, happy tears

Bucky couldn’t bring himself to be the one to ask. Of course, back in the 40’s before the trauma and the abuse and the winter soldier he had always imagined himself becoming a family man; but, that didn’t seem to be something in the cards for him now.

Then, he met you.

You were everything he had ever dreamed of all those decades ago. Kind, sweet, gentle, full of love that you gave him so willingly; even after learning of his past.

When he thought of his future now, you were at his side. But, he never let his thoughts venture to marriage and kids. Even after all the years of extensive therapy, he still struggled with feeling undeserving of your commitment and unconditional love that you gave him. Part of him always assumed someday, all his baggage would take its toll, and you would make the decision to leave.

You weren’t about to let him live the rest of his life with you thinking this way. So, you got planning. You talked to Steve to learn Bucky’s upcoming mission schedule so you could ensure you picked a time where the night and next couple days would be free. You took Bucky on a romantic mini-vacation to a cabin Tony owned in the woods, where it would just be the two of you. You stocked the cabin with all the necessities for you both, including ingredients to make Bucky’s favorite dish; your lasagna. You both sat together at the dining table that night, under candlelight with a bouquet of beautiful wildflowers and your delicious meal.

Bucky sipped his beer, leaning back in his chair and feeling utterly spoiled and stuffed after dinner. Part of him worried he must have missed an important date for you to have gone all out like this. Did he forget his birthday again?

He worked up the courage to ask you finally, and was relieved by your soft chuckle and shake of your head, telling him no, he hadn’t forgotten anything. Instead, you told him, you hoped this day would turn into a special date for you both. He cocked his head, uncertain what you meant.

You reached in your pocket and pulled out a simple titanium band, and Bucky sucked in a breath looking at it gleam in the light. His eyes went from the band to your eyes, searching them for an explanation.

“I love you James. And I know you love me. I also know a part of you still thinks I’m going to get fed up with something and leave someday. But you’re it for me, Bucky. You’re my past, my present, my future; you’re my everything. Just as I am yours. Would you give me the honor of becoming your wife? Will you marry me?” You asked him softly, a gentle smile gracing your face as you held the ring out to him.

You see tears gather in Bucky’s eyes, and he blinks rapidly to clear them. He shakily smiles, and clears the lump of emotion that had formed in his throat. After a moment, he speaks.

“I think this is supposed to be the other way around, Doll. But yes, of course, I’ll marry you, sweetheart. I don’t want anything else as much as I want forever with you,” he tells you, leaning across the table to kiss you so gently and full of love and emotion.

You find yourselves wrapped up in bed together later that night, warm and sated and content. Your head rests on his chest, your legs entangled and you hold his hand, playing with the new addition to his hand, the simple wedding band resting there looking like it’s always belonged there.

Suddenly, Bucky moves, gently moving your head to rest on the pillow as he stands in all his naked glory, shamelessly crossing the room to his suitcase, rummaging through it silently.

You smirk, taking him in.

“Not that I mind the show, babe, but what are you doing?” You ask him with a giggle in your voice.

He finds what he was looking for, an old and small box from a lifetime ago in his hands.

“I have something for you, it was my ma’s. She passed it down to me, and Steve held on to it while he thought I was gone. It’s yours now.” His husky voice told you as he opened the box, revealing a beautiful engagement ring that had once been his mothers. You hand moves to cover your mouth as your eyes fill with tears, holding your left hand out to him as he takes the ring out of the box, then slipping it on your finger. Surprisingly to the both of you, it’s original size was a perfect fit.

“I brought it with me this weekend. I don’t know why, it usually stays in my safe with my guns, but something told me to bring it. My ma gave it to me, after I was drafted. It stayed on my dog tags for a while in the war, until I decided to put it back in the box when I worried about it getting damaged. I thought it was long gone until Steve gave it back to me a few years back. My ma hoped I’d find a nice girl to settle down with, have a family with. She woulda loved you, doll.” He says softly as he sits back down on the bed next to you, getting back under the covers. His hand reaches up and brushes some of your hair back behind your ear, coming down to cradle your cheek.

You lean into the touch, tears forming again at the mention of his mother. You wish you could have met the woman responsible for the amazing man you felt so blessed to have.

“I would have loved her too, Bucky. I do love her, and I’m so thankful to her for having such an amazing son.” You whisper to him before leaning in and giving him another sweet kiss. You both lost yourselves in the feeling of the kiss, the happiness and love radiating off of you both. You both were getting your happily ever afters.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky fic #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes moodboard #moodboard #preciousbarnes blurbs #preciousbarnes moodboards #asks

[fuckingbi]

Jameson: *Kicks the door open, looking panicked*

Grayson: What did you do?!

Jameson: NOBODY DIED!

Grayson: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

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Jameson: Is it just me or is instant ramen even better uncooked?

Grayson: It’s just you.

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Janeson: I feel like I have died and gone to heaven.

Grayson: I have that dream, too, but you go in the other direction.

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Xander: Onion rings are vegetable donuts.

Avery, used to Xander being dumb: Sure...

Xander: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.

Avery: Okay?

Xander: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake.

Avery:

Xander: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio-

Avery: Jesus, that one is a little-

Jameson, interested: No, no, Xander, keep going.

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Jameson: The risk I took was calculated but, man, am I bad at math.

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Xander: I’m afraid of clowns. There, I said it.

Grayson: Xander, if you don't like clowns, why are you hanging with Jameson?

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Xander, shooing Grayson away: Can you go be depressed over there? You’re bumming out my whole area.

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Avery: I'd roast you, but my mom says you can't burn trash.

Avery: *slow-mo walks out of the room*

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Xander: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter a.

Grayson: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory.

Jameson: Fuck you.

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Grayson: Pick a card, any card.

Jameson: Fine.

Grayson: Wait, that's my credit card!

Jameson: You said any card.

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Jameson, texting Grayson: Roses are red, Tony Hawk is a skater…

Grayson′s phone, auto-replying: I’m driving right now–I’ll get back to you later.

Later

Grayson, texting back: Fuck you.

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Avery, to Xander: You're starting to forget your Spanish. You don't practice.

Xander: Lo siento. Estoy embarazada.

Avery: You just told me you're pregnant.

Jameson: Congratulations Xander, you're glowing!

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Everyone is playing a board game together

Xander: I will put 'A' down to make 'A'.

Avery: I will add onto your 'A' to make 'AT'.

Jameson: I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT'.

Grayson: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make 'BIOSTRATAGRAPHIC'.

Jameson: *flips the board*

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Avery: Remain CALM! *slaps Jameson multiple times*

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Xander: Jameson is late again.

Grayson: How did this happen? I called him at 8 o’clock this morning and pretended it was 11.

Max: I printed up a fake schedule for him saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon.

Avery: I set his clock to say PM when it’s really AM.

Xander: Oh boy. We may have overdone it.

Jameson bursts through the door

Jameson: WHAT YEAR IS IT?

#the inheritance games #avery grambs #jameson hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #xander hawthorne #max liu #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #incorrect quotes

[riotwritesthings]

for the soul

WinterIron, T, 1.7k - Fluff, Humor, Established relationship, cooking as a love language

In which there is lasagna, kisses, and an undetermined number of gnomes

I swore to myself the next thing I updated would be BTY. That... clearly has not happened ahaha.

While I'm having a little ol' major writer's block, plz enjoy this little fluffy thing I wrote for @gayspacesprinkles awhile ago and just found and finished up

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"Tony?"

"Shit!" Tony swears as he jumps up from where he's squinting into the oven, nearly cracking his head on the handle in the process.

He spins to find Bucky standing in the kitchen doorway, a carefully blank expression on his face. Bucky is still wearing his boots and tac-vest, but he at least seems to have finally given in to everyone begging him to leave his rifle and masks in the hangar. It means Tony can see it when the corner of Bucky's lips starts twitching up, when Bucky swallows hard like he's trying to fight down laughter.

"Shit," Tony says again, his shoulders dropping a little, and when Bucky raises an eyebrow he hurries to add, "I mean, how long have- when did you- fuck..." He trails off helplessly as Bucky's smile gets wider and wider, and in the end, Tony can't do anything but grin back and wave weakly as he says, "Hi."

"Hi," Bucky says back, warm and fond, before looking around the kitchen and asking, "What happened in here?"

"Uh," Tony says slowly, looking around the disaster area of the room himself and wincing because he hadn't realized it was that bad, "well-"

"Did the evil lawn gnomes get in again?" Bucky guesses, walking further into the kitchen and stepping over a spilled bag of flour in the process.

“Those were mini doom bots, and I'm pretty sure they were supposed to be based on monkeys," Tony says, trying to quickly and subtly wipe away all the shredded cheese somehow clinging to his shirt, "also... yes, let's go with that. The monkey gnomes got in again, and I am definitely not the one who made this mess."

"Definitely not," Bucky says agreeably as he comes to a stop in front of Tony, still smiling widely.

He starts to lean in but then hesitates, second-guessing himself, and Tony has no problem meeting him halfway. So he leans in to press a kiss to Bucky’s lips, still thrilling at the fact that he can and Bucky may have only been gone a week, but it was long enough for Tony to start wondering if he’d somehow dreamed all of this up. Too good to be true or not, it’s apparently real because when he pulls back Bucky’s eyes are still closed and his smile has gone soft and a little wobbly.

“Welcome home,” Tony says, his own voice coming out breathless and a little unsteady, and his heart trips over itself in his chest when Bucky’s eyelids flutter open to reveal his blue eyes practically shining with happiness. “I, uh- I made you dinner,” he adds, a little sheepishly.

“It looks more like you made me a mess,” Bucky points out, glancing around the kitchen again.

“We’ve already determined, that was the monkey gnomes,” Tony says flatly, trying so hard not to break out into a smile as well when Bucky grins at him, “and in my defense, JARVIS was supposed to tell me when you were almost back.” He finishes that statement by glaring pointedly up at the ceiling, although to be honest the fifteen-minute heads-up he requested wouldn’t have been nearly enough time to clean all of this up. Still, at the very least his AI could have let him not be caught completely unprepared.

“My deepest apologies, sir,” JARVIS says, not sounding apologetic at all.

“In his defense, we did lose communications in the jet on the way back,” Bucky says, but Tony waves him off.

“Apologize to the drive-through box I’m going to put you in,” Tony grumbles at JARVIS and then turns his attention back to Bucky, a nervous smile growing on his face again as he adds, “I thought it would be nicer to make it from scratch, but I didn’t realize how messy from scratch is, how does anyone cook like this?”

“I think you might just have a skill for it,” Bucky says thoughtfully as he looks around the kitchen again, barking out a laugh when he notices the food processor in pieces on the floor.

“Okay, that one was my fault,” Tony says with a wince, “don’t tell Thor.”

“It looks like you threw it off the roof,” Bucky says, sounding impressed, and Tony grabs his hand to try and pull his attention away.

“It deserved it for what it did to my tomatoes,” Tony says dismissively, “now don’t look at that, pay attention to me.”

“Gladly,” Bucky says, looking far too amused, and then raises one hand to brush… something off Tony’s jaw. “So what’s the occasion?”

“Well, since your mission got in the way of our third date—“

“Fourth,” Bucky interrupts, grinning.

“Third,” Tony says firmly, “we agreed we wouldn’t count the park after the incident.”

“You agreed,” Bucky says, “I’m going to be laughing at the videos of you running away from a goose for years.”

“Geese are terrifying!” Tony insists for the thousandth time, mostly just for the way it always makes Bucky laugh extra hard, his head thrown back and his nose scrunching up. “Anyways,” Tony says pointedly, “for this, our third date, I thought I’d try and make you something special.”

“A mess,” Bucky says, nodding.

“I changed my mind, no lasagna for you,” Tony says with a sniff as he turns back to the oven, but he doesn’t even try to fight down his smile while Bucky makes whining noises of complaint behind him.

Once the lasagna is out of the oven and cooling on the counter, they both stare at it in silence for a moment.

“So, uh…” Tony says slowly, “There might actually be no lasagna for you.”

“It… doesn’t look that bad,” Bucky says, but his eyebrows are slowly crawling up his forehead.

“You’re too kind,” Tony tells him, patting him on the shoulder, “but you’re also a liar. Look at it, I followed the recipe exactly, how does it look both mushy and half-burned?!”

“Well—“

“There are noodles in there somewhere, I swear, I made them myself!” Tony says, a little manically, and Bucky huffs out a laugh. “Don’t even look at it,” Tony decides, pulling the oven mitts back on, “I’ll dispose of it before it poisons us."

Bucky beats him to it though, scooping up the glass casserole dish with his metal hand and marching for the table, stopping only long enough to grab a fork on the way. “I’m gonna try it, I like a little danger,” Bucky says as he drops into one of the chairs, grinning and wiggling his eyebrows.

“There’s danger and then there’s this,” Tony mutters as he slowly trails after Bucky, oven mitts still on his hands and a half-formed plan in mind to snatch the pan away before Bucky can eat any of the questionable food.

Bucky must see it on his face though, because he curls one arm protectively around the lasagna and holds his fork up like a weapon, and Tony sighs in defeat.

“At least sign a waiver first,” he whines as he drops into the seat next to Bucky, “I don’t want to be held liable for whatever happens to your intestines.”

“You’re being too hard on yourself, baby,” Bucky says with a laugh and then looks back down at the pan with a conflicted expression. “It… smells good, at least?”

“Ringing endorsement,” Tony says with a roll of his eyes, then waits with bated breath as Bucky scoops a bite out of the pan and begins to lift it toward his mouth.

Other than the red and white of tomato sauce and cheese, it doesn’t look much like lasagna at all, and Tony has to resist the urge to slap the fork out of Bucky’s hand before he can actually eat it.

At least if Bucky ends up in the medical wing after this Tony will have something to bring up when Bucky teases him about the goose incident. They might even get to tease each other about it for years, and that thought has warmth blooming in Tony’s chest. It's almost enough to fight off the sense of impending doom as Bucky shoves the forkful of ‘food’ into his mouth.

Bucky’s eyes go wide as he chews, painfully slowly. Tony is just about to ask if he needs a bucket, or a trip straight to the emergency room, when Bucky’s gaze snaps up to him again.

“Tony,” Bucky says faintly, and then nothing else.

“Bucky,” Tony returns, and after a split second adds, “Please don’t die like this.”

“Tony,” Bucky says again, “this is amazing.”

“Oh no. You’ve lost your mind,” Tony says mournfully, “my Italian abomination has driven you to madness.”

“Yes,” Bucky agrees without hesitation, “because it is that good.” To prove his point, he scoops up a much bigger forkful and shoves it into his mouth, making exaggerated happy noises that are not doing funny things to Tony’s stomach. “Try it,” he insists, holding the fork out to Tony.

“You just want me to die of intestinal implosion with you,” Tony says suspiciously but reaches out to take the utensils because he dares anyone to resist that encouraging look on Bucky’s face.

“It’ll be our most romantic date yet,” Bucky agrees and then nudges the pan towards him.

Tony is a little tempted to take his chance, grab the lasagna and run, get rid of it before it can hurt anyone else, but Bucky looks so hopeful and honest. So instead Tony takes a deep breath, dramatically preparing himself, and then tries a bite of the mushy abomination.

Instantly the taste of tomatoes and rich cheese fills his mouth, spices blended just the way he remembers from countless childhood trips to Italy. The lasagna might look like a hot mess, but it tastes perfect and Tony's eyes are maybe a little wet as he swallows thickly.

“Oh thank god,” Tony says with a sigh, ”Nonna isn’t going to haunt me for completely ruining her recipe.”

Bucky laughs, low and warm, and when Tony looks up he’s caught off guard by Bucky leaning over to plant a lingering kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you, Tony," he says softly, still close enough that Tony can smell the sauce on his breath, "this is perfect."

"You're welcome," Tony says, just as soft, and then simply can't resist tilting his head just enough to kiss Bucky again. They linger there for a long time, trading soft kisses and sharing the same air, until Tony pulls away to ask, "Does that mean you'll help me clean up this mess?"

"You can bet your perfect ass that I will not," Bucky says happily, then steals the fork back and pulls the lasagna closer while Tony squawks with indignation.

#my fic #winteriron #bucky/tony #starkbucks #buckyxtony #riot writes

[marveltrumpshate]

March 2024 MTH fills

The best way to see all the fills that have been shared with us is our monthly roundups tag or our #MTH-fills channel on our Discord, but you can also view them through the following methods:

Our Tumblr tags: 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023

Our AO3 collection (only has works posted to AO3; see "subcollections" for specific auction years)

Completed works tag list

To find specific content, use our completed works tag lists above which includes instructions on how to search for a particular character, gen or romantic relationship, universe, and fanwork type. 

SOLO CHARACTERS

Hobie Brown

@jacketpotatoo - Art of Hobie stitching together his Spider-Man outfit for @nostalgicatsea

Marc Spector

@newnewyorker93 - Felt beanbag Moon Knight sachet for @ruquas

GEN/PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS

Bucky Barnes & Natasha Romanov

MedeaV/@medeafive - "Winter at the beach" (Bucky & Nat fic where Bucky has a hard time adjusting to modern swimwear) for @puzzlebean

Bucky Barnes & Natasha Romanov & Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

@bulkyphrase - Wooden Captain America: The Winter Soldier alphabet block set for Maiasaura

Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers & Tony Stark & Sam Wilson

swtalmnd/@amysnotdeadyet - "Feed" (Bucky & Sam & Steve & Tony gen AU fic (background Bucky/Tony) where Steve and Sam go grocery shopping and bring back what they bought to the tower) for @saganarojanaolt and newtypeshadow (MTH 2022)

Steve Rogers & Thor

happyaspie/@yes-i-am-happyaspie - Art of MCU Steve showing Thor his drawing while they have an ice cream break on the side of a road during their road trip for @marvakakittenwrites

SHIPS

Bucky Barnes/Helmut Zemo

Alistair Nightly - Podfic of "Five Alarm Neighbors," a Bucky/Zemo non-powered AU fic where Zemo wants to get the attention of firefighter neighbor Bucky by @six-demon-bag for Lady Gigi

Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Flowering Glass/@floweringglass - A set of Bucky/Steve/Tony-themed stained glass trinket boxes that can come together into one design for @tehroserose

Juulna/@juuls - Podfic of "One Date Wonder," a Bucky/Steve/Tony non-powered AU fic about Steve and Bucky helping out Tony, who's luckless at dating for @aquatigermice

Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark

@amysnotdeadyet/swtalmnd - "Catalytic" (AU fic where Bucky and Tony make lasagna) for newtypeshadow and @saganarojanaolt (MTH 2022) - "Fuel" (AU fic where Bucky and Tony talk about cooking) for newtypeshadow and saganarojanaolt (MTH 2022)

snarkyship/@snarkyship-main - "A Marriage of Convenience" (Bucky/Tony arranged marriage and mistaken identity medieval/fantasy AU comic) (also on Tumblr) for @massivespacewren (MTH 2022)

Bucky Barnes/Loki

Lalaith Quetzalli/@lalaithquetzallicaresi - Cover/poster for "I Have a Heart," an MCU Bucky/Loki A/B/O AU fic by and for @marvakakittenwrites - Cover/poster for "Grief Stricken Souls," a Bucky/Loki A/B/O AU fic where the two meet at a bereavement support group by and for marvakakittenwrites

Clint Barton/Phil Coulson

ArielT and NickiB - "On the Grid" (MCU Clint/Coulson fic where Phil teaches Clint how to live on the grid) for @winter-angst

Jack Rollins/Brock Rumlow

@ruquas - "The burdens I took to change the ones you have" (Brock Rumlow/Jack Rollins non-powered soulmate hurt/comfort AU fic) for @kalika999 (MTH 2022)

Loki/Tony Stark

Lalaith Quetzalli/@lalaithquetzallicaresi - Header/banner for "Best Laid Plans," a Loki/Tony A/B/O AU fic by and for marvakakittenwrites

Matt Murdock/Foggy Nelson

Marvel_Kitten - "Too Late, Buddy!" (post-Daredevil S01E06 MCU Matt/Foggy fic where Foggy finds out about Matt's secret double life) for @kimmycup

@not-madder-red - "Cats And Bags" (dark Matt/Foggy AU fic where Foggy tries to prevent Matt, whom he thinks is an asshole, from dating Karen by catfishing Matt) for @missmoochy

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Juulna/@juuls - Podfic of "Here to Stay," a post-Endgame Steve/Tony fic where Steve stays at Tony's cabin by @avengersnewb for @ishipallthings

#monthly roundup #march 2024 #mth 2022 #mth 2023

[illtellmineyouregay]

One Last Stop out of context:

“That little twink contains multitudes”

“Sex-haver toast”

“Pop-Tart angel”

“Lie back and think of the fucking Dewey Decimal System.”

“For research.”

“God, not the stupid bed-assembly fantasy

again.”

“Fuse by osmosis”

“Yes, thank you. I invite you to eat a dick. Goodbye.”

“People are cheap. And idiots. Cheap idiots.”

“I'm pretty sure the guy at the bodega thought I was stoned.”

“Mmm, yeah, say more big words.”

“What kind of safe word is 'waffle cone', anyway?”

“Oh my God. She literally shorted out the train because she was horny”

“Typical Virgo bullshit”

“August starts a sex notebook”

“You can mock it all you want, but i've never been murdered.”

“I'll be your Lasagna”

“Sweet potato titty tassels and an Apple pie g-

String”

“The path of my boner.”

“Big Dick Energy Is Gender Neutral”

“Steampunk Tony Stark in a leather skirt.”

“God, you are the most useless bisexual l've ever met in my entire goddamn life.”

“Thanks, Jane”

“Stoners pass a joint under a gazebo”

“I remembered that I dated a girl in Spanish

Harlem who liked to get head to this album!”

“Thankfully, after the first, they're almost never songs that she used to eat girls out to.”

“You haven't been in New York long enough to earn the right to be an asshole with impunity. You're still in the tourist zone.”

"A hobbit hole?"

"each wiggling their asses to force the air out."

“Aren’t you gonna write that down in your little sex notebook?”

“Did that stapler try to get emotionally intimate with you?”

“But she’s Suzette Landry’s daughter, which means she’s bad at letting shit go.”

“Donna Summer at a truly inconsiderate volume, pouring out of Isaiah’s apartment.”

“performs an elaborate socialism-themed number set to a mix of “She Works Hard for the Money” and clips from AOC speeches.”

“I don’t guess you want take the subway?”

“The bathroom floor is an upgrade.”

#august landry #jane su #ols #one last stop #coffee girl #subway girl #casey mcquiston #chloe green #shara wheeler #red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #prince henry of wales #zahra bankston #shaan srivastava #rwrb #rwrb memes #alexander claremont diaz #prince henry #henry fox mountchristen windsor #zahra #june claremont diaz #book quotes #queer books #lgbtq books

[trashyswitch]

Luigi's Secret

Chapter 4: The Embarrassing Family Dinner

Mario and Luigi go to their parents' house for dinner. Mario starts to tell the story of what happened the other night, and craziness ensues.

Another one?! REALLY?! I just feel...really good. I feel like being extra kind tonight. I hope you all enjoy!

The next day: 

Luigi and Mario were riding in the car, heading over to their parents for dinner after work. Despite the fact that they had moved out already, their Mom and Dad still wanted them over for dinner as often as they could. When they managed to settle on weekday nights as ‘dinner nights with family’, they were happy to compromise. 

“That old cat was really cute at that last place.” Mario said. 

Luigi smiled. “Yeah…He was very mellow. And loved people. I could tell.” Luigi added. 

“I loved that he’d just chill out near the sink while we worked.” Mario added, laughing. “Also, the fact that he kept rubbing against your leg?” Mario included. 

Luigi giggled. “I always did prefer cats.” Luigi admitted, remembering the little purring sound the old cat made as he rubbed against his leg. It was really cute. The cat would even let him pet his ears and neck for a few moments. 

“But the fact that he almost tripped you too?” Mario added with a laugh. 

“I should’ve been looking where I was going, honestly. I’m not used to quiet animals.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario shook his head. “Always trying to give them the benefit of the doubt.” Mario muttered. “It’s funny that you’re scared of dogs, but not scared of cats. You’re the opposite of most people.” Mario added. 

Luigi shrugged his shoulders in response. “Guess that makes me unique?” 

Mario chuckled as he turned the wheel. “Guess so.” 

Mario and Luigi drove up into the driveway, and made sure to lock the door. They didn’t want any of their equipment being stolen while they were inside, after all. Mario put the keys into his overalls and knocked on the door before entering. “Now Luigi…” Mario poked his brother’s phone inside the pocket. “I want you to stay off the phone while we’re here.” Mario told him. 

Luigi rolled his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Mario…I know that. I’m not 16 anymore.” Luigi reminded him. 

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you poking around on it after dinner yesterday. No phone, at all.” Mario ordered. 

Luigi widened his eyes, before biting his lip and looking down. “Okay…” He mumbled. 

Mario chuckled. “We don’t want those stories about puppies making you red before I do.” Mario reminded him. 

Luigi looked up and at Mario with shock and slight horror. “W-What?!” 

Mario laughed and elbowed him. “Nothing, nothing. Just teasing you.” Mario said before the door opened. 

“Mario! Luigi!” She pulled them both into a big hug. 

“Hello Mama.” Mario said, hugging her back.  

Luigi hugged her back as well, just glad to enjoy her touch and company for these few seconds. They soon let go and she brought them in. “Dinner’s almost ready.” She told them. “I’m making your favorite!” She told them. 

“Lasagna?” Mario asked. 

“That’s right!” She replied. 

“Yes!!” Mario cheered, throwing his hands in the air. “Thank you!” Mario reacted. 

She cut up the lasagna and put it onto plates for them, while Luigi placed the Caesar salad and the tongs onto the table. Their Uncle Tony was sitting with his wife and kid, while their Uncle Arthur was sitting beside the boys. 

“Did work go well for you two?” Their mom asked. 

Mario shrugged his shoulders. “Still getting the usual quick jobs, but I’m not complaining.” Mario admitted. 

“There was a sweet old couple that tipped us $20 today, which was nice.” Luigi replied. 

“$40 altogether, $20 for each of us!” Mario reacted with shock. “I insisted that we didn’t need it-”

“But…” Luigi elbowed Mario. “I told the lady that we appreciate the gesture.” Luigi finished, pulling out the $20 bill. 

Mario chuckled and pointed to the little heart that was on Luigi’s bill. “She even added a little heart on Luigi’s bill.” Mario teased. 

Luigi tilted his head before looking at the bill and widened his eyes. Sure enough, there was a little red filled-in heart on his $20 bill. Luigi smiled brightly. “Makes me not wanna spend it.” Luigi admitted before putting it back in his pocket. 

“Did she give you a peck on the cheek too?” Uncle Arthur asked with a laugh. 

Luigi looked down, slightly blushing. “No…” He mumbled. 

Mario rolled his eyes. “He saves those kisses for his Mama.” Mario added. 

Luigi widened his eyes and smiled awkwardly as a mix of laughter and coo’s filled the dinner table. Mama walked over, and gave Luigi a peck on the cheek. “I love you too, Luigi.” She said, cupping his cheek. Luigi held her hand for a moment, before she let go and went back to eating. And though Luigi was a grown man, he always seemed to really miss his mother’s loving touch. 

“Luigi’s always been like his mother.” Their Papa said. “Even looks a lot like her too.” He added. 

Mario smiled as he looked at his Dad. “He’s a lot like you too, Dad. In more ways than one.” Mario added. 

Luigi bit his lip as he knew exactly what Mario was referring to. 

“How so?” Papa asked. 

Mario let out a laugh. “Now let me just get myself comfy and tell you the story of how Luigi utterly destroyed me last night.” Mario said. 

Luigi groaned and took a swig of water, before wiping his mouth and mentally preparing himself for the embarrassment he’s been anxiously waiting all day for. 

“Sounds like something to be proud of! I’m surprised Luigi isn’t gonna be the one telling the story.” their Papa said.

“I…” Luigi scratched the back of his head. “I didn’t think it was such a big deal, but…” Luigi admitted. “He insisted…” Luigi added. 

Mario laughed and started to tell the story. He spent a bit of time explaining how the videogame worked, and how they were being extra competitive because of this fact. Luigi helped out with the explanation a bit, which helped Mario out a lot. Then, Mario started to explain the boss fight. “We were in the middle of fighting the boss. I was annoyed because Luigi was winning, and I didn’t want him to.” Mario explained. 

“Mario was being a sore loser.” Luigi added bluntly. 

“OOoohoho! Did Luigi finally get his win?!” Tony asked. 

Luigi rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Nope…In the middle of the fight, my controller stopped working, and Mario ended up getting just enough points to beat me.” Luigi explained. 

“Aww, that’s a shame.” Tony replied. 

“Do you need a new controller?” Mama asked. 

“Nope, thankfully. Turns out SOMEONE UNPLUGGED MY CONTROLLER MID-GAME!” Luigi said, looking at Mario with slight anger in his eyes. 

“BAHAHA! That sounds exactly like something your Papa would’ve done!” Arthur reacted. 

“Hey! I NEVER unplugged any of your controllers! We didn’t even HAVE controllers to unplug!” Papa reacted. 

“But he did cheat a fair few times during competitive games.” Tony added. 

Mario laughed and just listened to them. “Yeah, well…I was being a sore loser.” Mario admitted, scratching his forehead. “But the only reason I admit that now, is because Luigi made sure I regretted doing that.” Mario said. 

“Yeah…” Luigi added awkwardly. 

“What did you do?” Arthur asked. 

“I uh…Did what Dad always used to do when we were young…” Luigi mumbled a bit. 

Their Papa pointed to Luigi with his fork. “Which thing?” He asked before putting a piece of lasagna in his mouth. “I did plenty of things, so you gotta be specific.” He said, his mouth partly full. 

“Ya know…Y-You’d turn in-into the e-evil tickle monster and…tickle us?” Luigi attempted to explain. 

Mario pushed Luigi’s shoulder. “Dude scared me half to death! Gave me the most evil look I’ve ever seen from him, and then just about killed me by tickling my feet!” Mario explained. “I’m surprised I didn’t pass out!” Mario added.

Their Papa chuckled and swallowed his mouthful of lasagna. “It’s been years and years since that particular monster came out.” Their Papa mentioned. 

The table all laughed at them. 

“Did you seriously do that?!” Arthur asked Luigi. 

“I find it hard to believe, honestly.” Tony added, using a toothpick. “We were just talking about how soft and motherly Luigi is. And you’re telling us he dropped all of that last night?” Tony asked. 

“YES!” Mario replied, sounding somewhat angry. “I’m not kidding! It scared me, and I think he even scared himself by the end too!” Mario added. 

Luigi nodded. “I didn’t realize how much I was killing Mario until I heard him wheeze and go silent.” Luigi admitted. He bit his lip. “Sorry about that again, Mario.” Luigi whispered. 

Mario rolled his eyes and tweaked his side. “I told you, you’re fine.” Mario replied. 

Luigi squeaked and slapped Mario’s hand in response. “MArio!” Luigi yelled, narrowing his eyes at him. 

“Boys, really?” Mama asked. 

Papa placed his hand on his wife’s hand. “Hold on, I wanna see this.” Mario narrowed his eyes back. “Whatcha gonna do? Cower away?” Mario asked with a smirk. “Cryyy?” Mario teased. 

Papa smiled a bit as he saw what Mario was doing.

Luigi brought his face closer to his brother. “You really don’t learn…Do you?” Luigi asked in a warning voice. 

Mario smirked. “You think I’m scared, Mr. Giggles?” Mario asked. 

“Get his belly!” Arthur cheered. 

“I’d go for the armpits, if I were you.” Tony added. 

Luigi picked up Mario and flipped him around so Mario’s back was against his chest. Luigi hugged Mario close to himself and started tweaking his sides and belly first. “WahAHAHA! WAHAIT-” Mario yelled, pulling on Luigi’s arms to get out. 

But Luigi started skittering, scratching, even squeezing his sides for a bit. “You wanted it sooo bad? Congratulations! You’re getting it now in front of everyone.” Luigi declared. 

“AAHAHAHAHA GAHAHAHA!” Mario laughed, closing his eyes and already blushing up a storm. “Look who’s the blushy, giggly mess now?” Luigi teased, his voice going slowly and more smoothly. 

While Mario was laughing his head off and kicking his feet wildly, both their Uncles had started cheering Luigi on with the words “GO LUIGI GO!” and “TICKLE FIGHT! TICKLE FIGHT!”. Even their aunt was giggling as she watched. Though Mama wasn’t very impressed with the boys, Papa’s smile had grown bigger with pride. And seeing this, somewhat changed Mama’s reaction…at least a little bit. 

“LUIHIHIGIHIHI, IHIHI SWEHEHEHEAR TO GOHOHOD!” Mario yelled. 

“Just keep on digging your own grave, big bro.” Luigi teased. 

“IHIHI’LL KIHIHILL YOHOHOU!” Mario shouted. 

“Oh you’ll KILL me?” Luigi asked. “Are you really trying to make me show off my evil side?” Luigi asked. 

“It’s working, isn’t it?!” Arthur asked. 

“Go for his belly button! That’s one of the worst spots!” Tony told him. 

“They’re twins, Arthur. He already knows that.” Papa clapped back. 

“Hmmm…” Luigi thought for a moment. “I just might…” 

“LUIHIGI NO! LEHEHEAVE MYHYHY BEHEHELLY BUHUTTON ALOHOHOHOHONE!” Mario begged. 

“Okay Luigi, I think we get it. You’re an evil tickler now can we please get back-” Mama attempted to defuse the situation. “Let the man have the upper hand for once in his life.” Papa told him. “Now tell me, Luigi:” Papa smirked and leaned his cheek on his own fist. “What was my strategy for tickling Mario’s belly button back in the day?” He asked. 

Luigi smiled brightly as he started drawing a spiral around his belly button. “Liiiike-” He put his finger into Mario’s belly button right before saying the word “This.”. 

Mario screeched, wheezed and went silent. Luigi chuckled and repeated it one more time, for good measure. Mario wheezed and covered his mouth, just wiggling around and laughing silently at this point. 

Luigi quickly took this as a sign to stop. He placed Mario down onto the chair, and gave Mario his glass of water. 

“Here you go, Mario.” Luigi said. 

Mario took it and gulped some water down. “Hooo boy…Th…*huff*...Thank you…” Mario mumbled. 

“Sorry.” Luigi mumbled softly, feeling slightly bad. 

Mario couldn’t help the laugh that left his mouth. “Stop- Stop apologizing! You’re fine!” Mario told him. 

“Sor-” Luigi covered his mouth. 

Mario and the rest of the table laughed, while Luigi covered his eyes in embarrassment all over again. “Alright. Tickle fight is over.” Mama said, sitting down and grabbing her fork again. 

Mario wiped his forehead as he grabbed his fork again. “Oh!” Mario started, poking Luigi’s arm. “What was it you told me after last night’s fiasco again?” Mario asked as he grabbed some lasagna with his fork.

Luigi chuckled. “I said that “I learned from the best”.” Luigi replied. 

While Arthur and Tony were rolling their eyes and teasing Luigi for his ‘corny’ answer, Mama giggled and kissed her husband’s cheek. “He really did.” Mama added, poking her husband’s side. 

He jumped slightly and waved his finger. “No no no.” He warned with a smirk. 

Mama giggled and went back to eating. 

“But there’s one more quiz Luigi must pass in order to fully confirm he’s the new tickle monster in the family.” Papa said. 

Luigi bit his lip and nodded his head. “Okay.” Luigi replied. 

“Which way do you tickle the toes?” His father asked. “The big toe to the pinky?” He asked. “Or the pinky to the big toe?” 

Mario blushed and groaned, shielding his face with his hand. “Papaaa…” Luigi laughed at Mario’s reaction before looking at their Papa. “The pinky to the big toe, obviously.” Luigi replied. “The big toe’s the most ticklish out of all of them!” Luigi added. 

Papa slammed his hand on the table, shaking the table a bit. “THAT’S MY BOY!” He declared, laughing. “Pinky ALWAYS goes first! See Mama? He learns!” Papa added. 

Mama giggled. “He also remembers well.” Mama added. “The boy loved it so much…He wouldn’t stop bugging you until you brought out the tickle monster one last time before bed.” Mama added. 

Luigi widened his eyes and covered his eyes. “Ohno- I forgot I did that…” Luigi mumbled. 

“Oho yeah! Mario would just run into both their room to hide, while Luigi would keep yelling “Again! Again! Again!”.” Papa added, changing his voice into a little kid’s voice with a slight Italian accent mixed in. 

Luigi placed his head on his hands, attempting to hide his face while the rest of the table was laughing at him. Even Mario was poking him, and laughing at him. Though the pokes made him jump, they only made him blush even more. The only little solitude he could possibly think of that would help him in this situation…was those stories. And unfortunately…he promised his brother he was going to keep the phone off. 

So…This was going to be a long, long night…

#family bonding #teasing #embarrassing #brotherly love #ticklefic #ler!luigi #lee!mario #evil ler #luigi's secret

[emeraldkays]

𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬

his favourite meal was a sunday roast.

nothing hit home like a big dinner filled with a large section of assorted meats, his favourite green veggies (and the other ones), potatoes and whatever else the chef has to offer.

he's not really fussy with food, forever having a big appetite and all. he's just grateful to be eating.

he does however have an extremely sweet tooth, especially for chocolate.

that was one thing he always carried around with him and would eat at the most inappropriate times. you vividly remember him coming over, opening a box of chocolates and complaining about how tony had scolded him for eating chocolate during a conference meeting.

you put it down to being his comfort food.

pineapple on pizza? yes.

fruits on any savoury food was a yes for loki.

but not any fruit.

he liked bananas but hated the texture.

he found kiwis beautiful to look at but tasted otherwise.

he adored grapes so much to the point where he wanted to resurrect and then murder whoever's idea it was to make raisins.

he loved all his veggies. just not courgettes.

the first time he tried it was when you made a vegetable lasagna. he tried his best to stomach it for your sake but couldn't torture himself any longer, excusing himself from the table to spit it out. he explained that it wasn't your cooking, but just the 'deceiving overgrown cucumber'.

a/n: pineapple on pizza is so delish 😋 my personal opinion. but i do feel like loki would love it.

#loki #tomhiddleston #lokixreader #lokilaufeyson #lokifanfiction #lokiodinson #lokifriggason #marvel #lokiimagine #lokilokiloki #lokiofasgard #lokiofjotunheim #lokisarmy #lokithorragnarok #laufeyson #loki x y/n #loki x yn #loki x f!reader #loki x female reader #headcanon #loki fanfic #loki imagine #loki x you #loki marvel

[emwheezie]

Tag yourself as one of my characters!!

Lennon:

Gremlin mode

Daddy issues

Bad hair

Musical/Creative genius. Perfect pitch

Ambitious

Doesn't shower

Ate a lasagna once

Doesn't know how to use his words

Fights drywall

Movie watcher

Chicken addiction

Street smart

Closeted Weezer fan

Dunkin Donuts

Shoes on the bed

Green Day

Might be silly

Goes up the stairs on all fours

Stressed/depressed/poorly dressed

PBC singer and lead guitar

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Tony:

Purple

Crazy driver

:3

Mall pretzels

Catholic school survivor

Emotionally smart/book smart

Stressed/depressed/dressed to impress

Afraid of getting old/ugly

Wants to fight the MBTA

Might be delusional

throws up from anxiety

Redbull and Taco Bell

Loves dogs

Green Day

Poetic

Saw Moses (biblical) in the woods while high with Theo

Lactose intolerant

Finds meaning in everything

Always in a relationship

PBC bassist and "manager"

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Enzo:

Evil

Might have killed a man

Man Bun

Posts on DeviantART

Loves dragons

whispers and shakes

Future tattoo artist

Movie connoisseur

Might be a furry...?

LOVES the Saw movie franchise

Protective and loyal

Street smart

Stays up all night in the dark

In an online relationship

Does what he wants

Doesn't waste time

Sparkling water enjoyer

Tea drinker

Never listened to a music in his life

Guitarist in a band (PBC)

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Theo:

From New Hampshire

Married

Asexual

Golden retriever personality 

Grew up with 8 siblings

Joined the military after High School

Eats Oatmeal?

Doesn't wear a seatbelt

Outdoorsy/hiking adventures

Works at a club/bar with his wife, Gia

Is a cinnamon roll

Emotionally smart

Saw Moses (biblical) in the woods while high with Tony

Calls music his "funky jams"

Forgets his shoes

Mtn Dew

Forgetful

Kidney Stones

His appendix exploded once

PBC drummer

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Park:

Loves alcohol

Hates the government

Hates the IRS

Has never paid taxes

No sense of personal space/very touchy

LOUD

Climbs things

Grilled cheese enthusiast  

Dunkin Donuts manager

Aliens are 4 realz

loves video games

Wicked smart

Goes to MIT for like space engineering or something idk

Makes monkey noises

"I have to be both the sexiest and most mentally challenged person in the room at all times"

Obsessed with skin walkers

Conspiracy theories

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Oli:

Photography/cinematography 

Graphic design

Urban Explorer

Abandoned things

Summer time vibes

Lives in sleeveless shirts

Black coffee drinker

health freak/gym rat

Smokes cigarettes (hey we all have our vices)

Secretly gay

Does graffiti 

Runs from his problems

Travels for work

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Alyssa:

Preforms unethical experiments in the sims 3

Loves cows

So many many plushies there's no room for her in the bed

weezer fan

Talks a lot

Lots of keychains/charms

Maximalism!

Assertive

Good listener

Workaholic 

HAS to be the BEST at anything she does

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Rosie

Grew up with strict parents

Working too many hours at Dunkin Donuts

Former ballet/dancer

Likes to bake and really good at it!

Compulsive liar

"I have a twin sister who goes to another school"

Gets jealous easily

Body image problems/eating disorders :(

Emotionally Immature 

Spider eyelashes

A nose ring is "rebelling from my parents"

Currently in college

Afraid of change

Emotional support eldest daughter

Loves to sing

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