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utsukin:

GOOD NIGHT PETER…

utsukin:

GOOD NIGHT PETER…

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deepship:

„Peter what the fuck are you wearing?”
Peter froze mid-step, cursing under his breath. Wade wasn’t supposed to be there, he wasn’t supposed to see Peter like this. Like what, you ask? Well, dressed like a stripper, to be perfectly honest. 
Peter was doing an undercover job at a nightclub. He had to dress a certain way, alright? Even if they let a nerd dressed like he just came from a library in, no one would speak to him. Anyway, he didn’t have to explain himself! At least he didn’t think he’d have to, because Wade wasn’t supposed to be there!
“What the fuck are you doing here, Wade?” Peter hissed looking around nervously. If Wade blew his cover…
“I’m making a living, Peter, what do you think,” Wade growled. “It’s not even important! I asked you what you were wearing!”
Peter’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. That was a tone he hadn’t heard in, approximately, ever. 
“Why, Wade?” he drawled. “You don’t like?”
“I like very much, Petey, my boy, but so does every fucking pervert in this shithole!”
Wade was visibly bristling. Peter couldn’t help but notice the soft blush on his cheeks, even if most of his face was hidden by a baseball cap. And damn, wasn’t it doing things to Peter. He might have been wearing less than his Aunt would deem appropriate but this was the first time that night he felt… embarrassed. Exposed. He didn’t fully realize before that he looked like someone who wanted to be looked at. And Wade was definitely looking. And according to him, so were others. 
Peter cleared his throat and decided to hide his embarrassment with sarcasm. “Are you jealous?”
“Do I have a reason to be?”
Peter supposed Wade was aiming at smug patronizing tone, but he failed at concealing actual uncertainty creeping into his voice. Peter sighed and looked around again to make sure no one was watching before taking Wade’s hand into his for a brief moment.
“Stop being an idiot. You know you don’t. It’s just a job. It’s not like I want to be here. I don’t care about those fucking perverts, as you gracefully put it, and I can take care of myself.”
Wade cleared his throat awkwardly and nodded. “I wasn’t-”
“I know Wade,” Peter hurried to assure him. Wade might have been an asshole, but Peter knew he would never imply that Peter was, well, whoring around, to put it bluntly. “I know you weren’t. Now, can you please get the fuck out of here so I can do my job and get out of it alive?”
“What?” Wade barked out a surprised laugh. “You’ve got to be kidding me, web-head, you’re asking me to throw away a lot of money here! What’s in it for me?”
Peter cocked an eyebrow and gestured at himself. It took Wade a second to catch his drift, but when he finally did, he swallowed thickly and grabbed his things. 
“I’ll be waiting home, then. Have fun fighting crime!”
Peter smirked and shook his head in fond exasperation. Before he disappeared, Wade gave his ass a quick grab and Peter had to fight back an indignant squawk. He took a deep breath and patted his hot, and probably quite red, cheeks a few times. 
He’d get back at Wade for this later at home. 

deepship:

„Peter what the fuck are you wearing?”

Peter froze mid-step, cursing under his breath. Wade wasn’t supposed to be there, he wasn’t supposed to see Peter like this. Like what, you ask? Well, dressed like a stripper, to be perfectly honest.

Peter was doing an undercover job at a nightclub. He had to dress a certain way, alright? Even if they let a nerd dressed like he just came from a library in, no one would speak to him. Anyway, he didn’t have to explain himself! At least he didn’t think he’d have to, because Wade wasn’t supposed to be there!

“What the fuck are you doing here, Wade?” Peter hissed looking around nervously. If Wade blew his cover…

“I’m making a living, Peter, what do you think,” Wade growled. “It’s not even important! I asked you what you were wearing!”

Peter’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. That was a tone he hadn’t heard in, approximately, ever.

“Why, Wade?” he drawled. “You don’t like?”

“I like very much, Petey, my boy, but so does every fucking pervert in this shithole!”

Wade was visibly bristling. Peter couldn’t help but notice the soft blush on his cheeks, even if most of his face was hidden by a baseball cap. And damn, wasn’t it doing things to Peter. He might have been wearing less than his Aunt would deem appropriate but this was the first time that night he felt… embarrassed. Exposed. He didn’t fully realize before that he looked like someone who wanted to be looked at. And Wade was definitely looking. And according to him, so were others.

Peter cleared his throat and decided to hide his embarrassment with sarcasm. “Are you jealous?”

“Do I have a reason to be?”

Peter supposed Wade was aiming at smug patronizing tone, but he failed at concealing actual uncertainty creeping into his voice. Peter sighed and looked around again to make sure no one was watching before taking Wade’s hand into his for a brief moment.

“Stop being an idiot. You know you don’t. It’s just a job. It’s not like I want to be here. I don’t care about those fucking perverts, as you gracefully put it, and I can take care of myself.”

Wade cleared his throat awkwardly and nodded. “I wasn’t-”

“I know Wade,” Peter hurried to assure him. Wade might have been an asshole, but Peter knew he would never imply that Peter was, well, whoring around, to put it bluntly. “I know you weren’t. Now, can you please get the fuck out of here so I can do my job and get out of it alive?”

“What?” Wade barked out a surprised laugh. “You’ve got to be kidding me, web-head, you’re asking me to throw away a lot of money here! What’s in it for me?”

Peter cocked an eyebrow and gestured at himself. It took Wade a second to catch his drift, but when he finally did, he swallowed thickly and grabbed his things.

“I’ll be waiting home, then. Have fun fighting crime!”

Peter smirked and shook his head in fond exasperation. Before he disappeared, Wade gave his ass a quick grab and Peter had to fight back an indignant squawk. He took a deep breath and patted his hot, and probably quite red, cheeks a few times.

He’d get back at Wade for this later at home. 

(Source: buttwade, via jeremy-ruiner)

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crazyk-c:

A quick doodle I did based off of this video.

Peter thinks this is the best thing in the world!

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Avengers Fic: Extracurricular Activities, pt 1

dr-kara:

scifigrl47:

You have to hear this.” Tony stripped off his jacket, tossing it haphazardly in the general direction of the table. Steve snagged it out of mid air, and hung it neatly over the back of the chair. Tony pretended not to notice. “Hi, by the way.”

Steve was smiling, his eyes warm. “Hi, yourself.” He poured a cup of coffee and held it out, a very effective lure. Of course, so was he, in well-worn sweat pants that clung to his hips and a t-shirt that might as well have been a second skin. Tony wandered over to take the coffee cup, and Steve caught his hand, tugging him in. Their fingers tangled together around the warm cup, and Tony tipped his chin up for a kiss.

Steve tasted like coffee and mint, and his free hand settled easily at the small of Tony’s back, stroking there, just above the waistband of Tony’s pants. “Hi, indeed,” Tony said, against Steve’s lips, making him laugh. Tony pulled back, just enough to see Steve’s eyes, and grinned at the way his hair fell over his forehead. He reached up and flicked the strands away from Steve’s face.

Steve jerked his head away, a faint flush rising in his cheeks. “Stop it,” he said, but the words were full of affection. “Had a few drinks, have we?”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I sure as hell have.” Tony leaned back against his hand, comfortable in Steve’s strong grip. “Wanna take advantage?”

Steve snagged his tie. “No,” he said, dragging him in. “Not at all.” His lips caught and clung on Tony’s, the kiss deepening and his fingers climbing up Tony’s tie until the were snug against Tony’s chest. Tony smiled against Steve’s mouth. “Smug,” Steve whispered, not bothering to raise his head.

“Kinda,” Tony said, dragging Steve against him. “But I’ve got reason to.” His hand slid down to cup Steve’s ass. “Look who I’m in the process of seducing.”

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I love everything about this

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egobus:

clint will believe it when he sees it

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Sunday Six

Emily’s first date or why Clint and Phil shouldn’t have become parents (WIP title)

"Daddy you are being ridiculous!" Emily groaned and turned to Phil."Dad, tell him he’s being ridiculous please. I am sick of having this conversation with him!"

"I am not! I’m just worried about you going to the circus with this guy named Dylan, who we never met before! Can you honestly blame me, Phil?" Clint asks him and Phil can hear a twinge in his voice that he never uses unless he’s frustrated to hell.

"I think you both are being ridiculous," sighed Phil, pinching the bridge of his nose. God he was getting too old for this shit and it wasn’t helping that their pit-lab mixes Rufus and Bernard were doing that weird thing they do when they push Emily away whenever Clint, Phil, or anyone talked to her in a confined space. Thankfully, Lucky was being a good boy and was currently laying down by Phil’s feet and watching how everything was playing out.

The Baker and the Archer (Bakery AU WIP title)

Phil cringed(yes cringed) as he heard something break in the kitchen and quickly excused himself from talking to Clint, before going back into the kitchen. “What broke now?”

"I dropped two plates from the high shelf while trying to get them, sir," Peter answered quickly, already grabbing the dust pan and broom."I thought I could reach them but I grabbed it the wrong way I guess."

"Are you hurt?" Phil asked as he surveyed the rest of his kitchen for more damage.It seemed everything else was fine, except that Steve and Thor were still not back yet from that wedding delivery and Darcy must have been still at lunch.

"No I’m fine, sir,"replied Peter."I just thought I was tall enough to reach those plates since the other ones are in the dishwasher drying up now."

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theamazinghero:

Waiting…
by~ 4mi-t
SUNDAY SIX

(Okay this is nothing new really but it’s a WIP I had since last summer and I thought I at least share some stuff with you because it has Clint trying to tell bb!Peter a bedtime story and I might work on it tonight.)

“Once upon a time, in kingdom, not too far away but far enough away you couldn’t get there on foot for a week, there was a great dragon named Phillip who protected the kingdom from doom and harm.”

“You mean Doctor Doom?”

“What? No, just doom. Like, let’s just say evil things, alright?”

“So you do mean Doctor Doom then.”

“Peter, do you want a story or not?”

“Sorry Uncle Clint.”

“It’s alright buddy,” Clint smiled at Peter and ruffled his hair a little bit. “Anyway, like I was saying: There was a great dragon named Phillip who protected the kingdom from evil things,  like warring kingdoms who had no good reason to attack and from sorcerers who wanted to claim the kingdom as their own and put curses on the knights to make it so.”

“That does sound bad! How did the dragon protect the kingdom? Did he eat everyone in one gulp or did he breathe fire on them to stop their armies?” Peter asked excitedly, hugging his teddy bear to his chest.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down Peter, I’m getting to that part. So, Phillip the Great Dragon took care of things when the kingdom really needed him. Which, was more often than you would think, considering this kingdom had King Nicholas, the greatest strategist and knight that there was. He led armies bigger than the Roman and Persian empires combined into battle, and, besides being a fearless leader and knight, King Nicholas’s family was the one that had a pact with Phillip for generations. It was with that pact, that if the kingdom shall fall into great and terrible peril, the dragon would come and save their butts from it, using a sacred and magical amulet that was used to contact him, since he lived about a three day journey from the kingdom.”

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GIRL COMICS #01 (2010) by AMANDA CONNER

GIRL COMICS #01 (2010) by AMANDA CONNER

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Meme Prompt: Snippet in Spider-man HS AU ‘verse

torakowalski:

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sconesforjustice:

marvelentertainment:

MARVEL PANEL OF THE DAY
From: Captain Marvel (2012) #1
That’s right, Spidey; it is awesome.
(Source: marvel.com)

Always reblog Captain Marvel threatening Spider-Man.

sconesforjustice:

marvelentertainment:

MARVEL PANEL OF THE DAY

From: Captain Marvel (2012) #1

That’s right, Spidey; it is awesome.

(Source: marvel.com)

Always reblog Captain Marvel threatening Spider-Man.

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fuckyesdeadpool:

by むだになります 

the fuck did i just see

… i love it, but…

wat

I need this for reasons.

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