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Y’know, back in my day, if a pestilence swept through the land during a time of famine and flood, it meant that the reigning kings had displeased the gods and that we risked the gods’ further ire by obeying them

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the never ending story

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Emergency Contact

Summary: It’s not that James disliked his roommate, it’s just that they didn’t exactly get off on the right foot.

Or, in which fifteen-year-old college freshman Tony Stark needs a ride to the ER and James Rhodes is too responsible for his own good.

Word count: 4,050

Genre: sickfic, hurt/comfort, angst, whump

A/N: Thank you so much to @xxx-cat-xxx and @sallyidss for beta reading, ideas, and encouragement!

Link to read on Ao3

It’s not that James disliked his roommate, it’s just that they didn’t exactly get off on the right foot.

To be fair, the skinny five-foot-four prepubescent kid who’d walked into James’ dorm on move-in day didn’t look much like a college student, nor was he lugging in cardboard boxes and duffle bags filled with crap like the rest of the freshmen in the hall. There was no air of excitement and trepidation to him—no telltale buzz of new experiences. Not to mention, James had spent the majority of his summer away at Air Force ROTC camp, cut off from most forms of media and therefore oblivious to the rumors that Howard Stark’s infamous fifteen-year-old child prodigy was set to start his engineering course at MIT the very same semester that he was. It was hardly his fault for not recognizing the kid.

Even so, he probably shouldn’t have addressed Tony as ‘champ’ and asked if he was there to drop off an older sibling. That was on him.

What was not on James, however, was the fit Stark pitched at the resident assistant’s office upon realizing that his father had evidently not set him up with a single room after all.

“So move me then,” the little twerp demanded. “Just put it on the old man’s bill—he’s got the money. I didn’t just live through the last seven years of boarding school dormitories only to have to keep sharing the fucking bathroom in college.” He glanced over his shoulder at James, before adding, offhandedly, “No offense—I’m sure you’re swell.”

James huffed out a short, ironic laugh. He was standing in the back corner of the office with his back leaning against the wall and his arms crossed over his chest, quietly taking in the scene unfolding in front of him. “None taken.”

(At this point, he wouldn’t have minded a switch either.)

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#probably one of my favorite sickfics ever holy hsit #*shit #oh my god its so good #sickfic #ironbros #tony stark whump #sick tony stark #mit era #rhodey is the best bro #i love him #i love tony too #crying #the ending is so good

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ADHD Lance HCs

-Lance loves tactile stims

-Hand flapper

-He bouncy he leg!

-Auditory processing issues be like: someone: Hey can you get the things? Lance: whut? Someone: I asked if you could- Lance: Oh ya just gimme a sec

-His pockets always have at least three different Stim toys? Keith once stole his jacket because honestly the fabric is the best?! but when he shoved his lil hands into the pockets he was like ?!?!? :O (Lanced started sharing his stim toys once he learnt that Keith had left all of his on Earth) (Keith loves chewing R.I.P all the pens he’s ever used)

-Executive dysfunction af

-He always seems to break his Tangles. He isn’t even that rough with them but one minute they’ll be fine then next it’s all in pieces? H O W (Hunk learnt how to fix them tho so it’s all good :D )

-Has so many Spinner rings?!?! where does he store them all? but no he loves them all (His favorite is the one Hunk bought him when they were younger that has stars on it and still doesn’t fit quite right )

-If you think that my sweet lil sinnamon roll would NOT have RSD (rejection sensitive dysphoria) you are wrong (Please protect him from himself)

-Cannot handle things around his throat unless it is loose and soft unforunatly that means no choker necklaces.(He mourns this fact. LET HIM WEAR CHOKERS)

-He also can’t wear certain socks because the seam rubs against his toe beans the wrong way

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number 87 for irondad prompt?

“You didn’t ask Peter,” Morgan reminded, raising her eyebrows in a ‘come on, Dad,’ gesture that was uncannily like Pepper’s.

Tony sighed, looking across the dining table to where Peter was sitting, biting his lip to keep from smiling.

Morgan had thankfully moved on from her selfish toddler phase, where sharing was a punishment worse than death, and was now is a much nicer, but occasionally no less annoying phase of absolute equality. If Morgan got help cutting her chicken, Peter should get help too. She didn’t seem to care that he was nearly a full-grown adult, more than capable of cutting up his own dinner.

“Pete, do you need help cutting your food?” Tony asked flatly.

Peter smiled innocently up at him. “Yes, please,” he said, throwing a wink at Morgan as she giggled.

Tony pulled on his ear in retaliation, but dutifully leaned over and cut up the chicken, rolling his eyes as Peter smirked up at him.

“You’re doing the dishes tonight,” Tony grumbled as he finished and finally took his own seat. Peter shrugged, unrepentant.

The floor was littered with crayons and coloring books, a movie being ignored in the background, when Tony walked in. His kids were both lying on their stomachs, their feet in the air, as they traded crayons back and forth. Morgan had her tongue poking out between her teeth as she concentrated on getting the fish she was coloring the right shade of purple.

Tony paused in the doorway, happy to watch them for a moment, relish in the fact that this was real, in front of him, not just a dream to be snatched away when he woke up.

Peter asked for the purple crayon once Morgan was finished with it. Morgan peered at his picture, her lips pursed.

“Petey!” she cried, already laughing. “Monkeys aren’t purple!”

“They aren’t?” Peter asked, feigning a look of confusion. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she insisted, “they’re brown!”

“Well, I want this one to be purple,” Peter said, shrugging. There was a light in his eyes as he teased her that made him look even younger than he already was, that made Tony realize that, blood related or not, he loved her as much as any brother loved his sister.

“Nooo,” Morgan giggled, abandoning her drawing in favor of launching herself at Peter for a playful wrestling match over the purple crayon, which Peter dutifully lost, quickly letting himself be pinned under Morgan with her arms around his neck.

“Psst,” Tony heard Peter stage whisper. “Ask Dad why he’s staring at us like a creep.” Tony rolled his eyes, snorting, as he stepped further into the room.

Morgan looked up at Tony, realizing he was there for the first time.

“Daddy, why are you staring at us like a creep?” she parroted, beaming at him. Peter looked slightly apologetic for teaching her the word ‘creep.’

“Because you’re just so adorable, little miss,” Tony replied, scooping her into his arms as he sat next to Peter, kissing her head as he did so. “And I like seeing Peter get taken down,” he added, dropping a hand onto Peter’s head and brushing the bangs out of his eyes. Peter smiled at him.

“Daddy, you need to kiss Peter, too,” Morgan huffed. “I got a kiss, so Petey needs a kiss.”

“That is the rule, isn’t it?” Tony said dryly. Peter’s smile turned almost apologetic. As much as he loved affection, Tony knew he always felt uncomfortable when he thought Tony was doing it just because of Morgan. The fact that he wasn’t Tony’s biological child always seemed to weigh on him more heavily then.

“It’s ok, Momo, I don’t even like kisses.” It was a vain attempt. Morgan was not one to be questioned.

“Yes, you do, Petey” she argued, then looked at Tony.

“Yes, you do, Petey,” Tony echoed, tugging on Peter’s sleeve until he leaned closer.

Tony pressed a lingering kiss to Peter’s temple. He heard Peter’s almost inaudible sigh, felt the way he leaned into the contact ever so slightly.

“You’re adorable, too,” Tony said lightly as he pulled away, making Peter huff in fond exasperation. “But I’ll keep that to myself in public, if you prefer.”

Peter hummed in agreement, laughing quietly.

“Anyway, it’s bedtime for the kiddies.” Tony stood, groaning a little. Morgan dropped her head on his shoulder, yawning.

“Will you tuck me in, Daddy?”

“Of course, baby.”

“And then Peter, too?”

Tony made eye contact with Peter, whose smile was soft and fond and wonderful.

Tony felt his own expression soften, his mouth turning up at the corner as they made eye contact.

“And then I’ll tuck Peter in, too, yeah,” Tony said, winking at Peter, who grinned back. “Read him a bedtime story, check under his bed for monsters, the works.”

Later, after Morgan had brushed her teeth and been read to sleep, Tony peeked into Peter’s room. The kid was already asleep, desperate to utilize his weekend hours to make up on sleep he’d missed during the school week. Tony crossed to the bed, pulling the covers up a little higher around his shoulders.

“Well, looks like you skipped the bedtime story, huh, buddy?” Peter snored in response. Tony leaned down and kissed his forehead.

“Goodnight, Pete,” he whispered, and left the room.

#i cri #so sweet #fluff #fic #morgan stark #tony stark #peter parker

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i learned that a makeup artist with Parkinson’s just launched a cosmetics brand for people with shaky hands (x)

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I always wondered where that one painting came from…

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(x)

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In Sync

To get on the Supreme Level of friendship, you have to weather a lot of situations. Like, a lot. More than you think.

When Rhodey and Tony moved into MIT freshman year, Tony was a fifteen year old with glasses as thick as ever, braces that were suitably called train tracks, and a need to prove people wrong.

Rhodey was skinny as a bean pole, didn’t have pants that fit anywhere, and studied for the majority of his time.

At first, they were the biggest nerds you would ever find on or off-campus. They looked like Hollywood’s interpretation, and acted twice as worse.

It’s not until Tony decides to break into the library that anything chaotic happens.

The library closes at ten, which is a joke because the library needs to stay open. What, people do all their reading before ten? They don’t stay up until four?

So obviously, he needs either a master key or a set of keys, or he needs to figure out their security settings.

He knows that Rhodey also needs a book on mechanics of a rocket, so he pokes his head over to Rhodey’s side of their dorm.

“You wanna help me break into the library?”

“Isn’t that…against the rules?”

“Only if we get caught, and I really don’t think anyone’s going to care if we take two books that we actually need.”

Rhodey thinks. If he gets caught…well, they might not get kicked out.

“Okay.”

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#this is.#incredibly funny.#oh my god #XDDDD #tony stark #rhodey #rhodeytony #ironhusbands

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I finally finished this follow-up to my other PeterNed piece ;w; It took me many days of false starts and re-draws, so it kinda looks all over the place to me? But like… it’s finished and I’m smiling so whatever!

#crying over the cuteness #peter parker #ned leeds #peterned #interwebs #:’)#love them #fanart #spiderman: homecoming #sm: hc

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guys help me this is ridiculous

ok so

what if, for whatever reason, Tony had to call Peter on his way to school and talk about some serious thing or another about fuck it i dont know megatron

peter’s had a late night though so not ALL pistons are firing and when it comes time to hang up peter says “‘kay love you bye”

then he realizes what he just said and instead of apologizing and sputtering like he usually would his brain goes ‘oh shit better hANG UP IMMEDIATELY’

Peter

is

now

mortified.

Ned is in the middle of trying to make a vine of himself when, behind him, Peter walks up to a trashcan.

he’s already climbing inside by the time ned laughingly asks him what he’s doing

both feet in the trash, hand holding the lid up, peter deadass stares ned right in the eye and says “going home.”

then he closes the lid.

ned uploads the video and the internet loves every bit of it

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Tony Stark and Peter Parker are father and son and no one can change my mind. F U Disney and Sony. And Marvel too while we’re at it. They all absolutely ruined everything.

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