The Worse The Explanation, The Better.

The worse the explanation, the better.

Fanfic - Multiverse Shenanigans

More parts to come, if you guys have an idea for a universe, lmk, but I've got quite a few others in planning, most already written for the higher tier.

Whumptober - 2. Explosion

1, took this second one a bit literal XP

Tony’s nearly knocked to the ground of his room, FRIDAY sending up an alert in the lab and he bolts out of his room, leaving the door open as he sprints down the hall

Down the flights of stairs and pushing open the lab door, it falls off its hinges and he quickly sees why.

The entire room has been blown open to the elements, rubble and unfinished projects scattered everywhere, the grass around the outside charred like the rest of it.

“Peter?” he says numbly, stepping outside and then running out over the grass when he sees Peter laying out nearly twenty yards away.

He reaches him, dropping to his knees and tentatively reaching out, but not touching him.

“Peter? Hey, kid, hey-” Tony touches his face, cupping his cheeks, “Peter!”

Peter’s eyes snap open and he starts coughing, “Mr. Stark?” he asks, voice small, and then his eyes roll back and he passes out.

Tony tries to wake him a few more times, but Peter’s completely unresponsive.

“FRI, get the med team, I’m bringing him in.”

“On it, boss.”

Starker!Makeup drabbles for Peter’s return to the MCU… it’s a teeeny bit meta.

Part 1 and 2, Part 3

“You can unpack things later,” Tony says, tugging Peter from the dressing room and pulling him in.

“I mean, I can,” Peter smiles and sways with him, “I’d like to get it done, though.”

“Later,” Tony insists, kissing him, “Later, when I’m not here or something. Right now I want to spend all of the time I have with you.”

Peter stares at him and leans in to rest their heads together, “Can’t believe I was gone for over a month,” he says, melting into Tony’s arms.

“I know,” Tony sighs, his hand moving to Peter’s lower back, “Felt like an eternity to me. Every day… just made it that much worse.”

Peter pulls back to look at him, frowning, “You weren’t reading the articles, were you?”

“Every single one I could get my hands on,” Tony says shamelessly.

“Tony.”

“I know, I know,” Tony shrugs helplessly, chuckling, “I’m a glutton for punishment, what can I say? The memes alone were absolute torture. But I… I couldn’t help looking for those small glimmers of hope.”

Peter rolls his eyes, “People are so dramatic, /you’re/ so dramatic.”

“I live for the drama.”

Peter leans in and kisses him, “You know that if I had any choice in the matter, I’d stay here with you for the rest of my life.”

“I know,” Tony says, but there’ll always be a part of his heart that fears how unrealistic it really would be, for them to continue on without at least a few more hiccups on down the line.

“I love you.”

Tony smiles and kisses him, “I love you too, you know I do. I’ll always love you.”

Peter shakes his head, glancing away but then laying his head on Tony’s shoulder, “Maybe if you hold me hard enough, I won’t go anywhere.”

“We both know that doesn’t always work.”

“Try.”

“Alright.”

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Starker!Makeup drabbles for Peter’s return to the MCU… it’s a bit meta. 

Part 1 and 2, Part 3, Part 4

I may have gotten a little Dom-y with this one, wherps...

Tony peers back out into the bedroom, frowning, “Peter?” he checks the kitchen and dining room, “FRI, where’s the kid?”

“Peter is downstairs, working in the lab, boss.”

“Jesus, you think he couldn’t stay out of there for one day,” he huffs, smiling and heading downstairs, pushing open the door quietly and slinking over to the workbench Peter’s standing at.

“You know I have super hearing, right?” Peter asks and Tony almost throws himself back dramatically, surprised.

He stops, turning to the one nearest and trying to feign innocence, “Uh, yeah, of course I do. Trying to sneak up on you would be really, really foolish. Especially since I’m a genius, I would never make that kind of rookie mistake, not in a million years.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Your idiot.”

“You’re… oh,” Peter chuckles and glances at him, “Right, yeah, I guess so.”

Tony winks at him the moment their gazes lock, “Listen,” he clears his throat and moves over to Peter, “It’s been a few hours since I had my hands on you and, I gotta be honest… I’m going a little crazy.”

“Tony,” Peter gives him a look, “We can’t fuck /all/ day.”

“And we haven’t been,” Tony says innocently, smiling wide, “Not /all/ day. Just like… some of the day.”

“Tony-”

Tony moves in and kisses him, backing him against the workbench and lifting him to sit him on it, “I just want… you know, some attention.”

Peter sighs and looks at him like he’s /trying/ to be upset, but there’s the ghost of a smile that spoils everything, “Fine, fine. The sacrifices I make.”

“I know, baby, I’ll make it up to you,” Tony says lowly, palming the front of Peter’s jeans, “How about I take you out to eat tonight, hm? Something nice? Give the media a little tease of things to come… let them see that you’re back where you belong?”

Peter laces his fingers together behind Tony’s head, moaning when Tony drags his palms up the kid’s thighs, “I like the sound of that.”

“Mmm, I thought you might,” Tony pushes up the hem of his shirt, tracing his fingers up under, “My baby likes being the /center/ of attention, doesn’t he?”

“I-” Peter’s voice breaks off with a sharp whimper when Tony drags the rough pad of his thumb over Peter’s left nipple, “Yes,” he says helplessly, his legs clenching at Tony’s waist, “I… can… you…”

Tony lifts a brow, waiting, but Peter stammers more, “Take your time, baby. What are you trying to ask me?”

“Please…”

“Please what?” Tony breathes against his lips, their mouths barely touching, “Use your words.”

It’s always so easy to work Peter up from nothing. Taking him from mild interest to a puddle of goo in less than a minute. The poor kid couldn’t even speak properly.

Peter reaches out tentatively, touching Tony’s face.

“Ah,” he turns to nip a sensitive fingertip, “Better?”

“More,” Peter says, moaning when Tony takes his index finger into his mouth, flicking his tongue along the underside and then sucking slowly, “Mr. Stark-”

Tony smirks and pulls back, taking Peter’s small wrist in his hand and doing the same to each finger in turn until Peter’s sweating and tensing against him, clutching at his shirt with his free hand and tearing the fabric as he tries to rock forward.

“Nope, mm,” Tony holds his hip in place, moving his own back out of reach, “Not all at once, you know it’s better.”

“But-”

“Shh,” Tony touches his chin, turning his eyes back up, “I’m not gonna leave you out to dry, am I?”

Peter blushes and shakes his head, “No.”

“Right,” Tony confirms, “What does daddy give you?”

“What I need.”

“When?”

Peter shudders, “When… when I need it-”

“And not before,” they say together, Tony reaching out to run his fingers through Peter’s hair.

“Good boy.”

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