Tony Stark and his daughter seeing an alternative version of Peter on TV and confront him, which leads to a whole lot of confusion.
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A/N: This is not exactly how I wanted it to be. I combined it with another idea (Tony setting up his daughter with Peter) and things got a bit confusing… but I hope you like it anyway! :) [It’s not edited yet. I’m too lazy at the moment. So it’s filled with mistakes…]
My dad and I were having one of our very rare evenings in the movie room of the Stark Tower together that I appreciated more than anything.
Of course, I understood that with him being Iron Man he had a lot of duties and not much time for his daughter.
I snuggled deeper into my soft blanket when I rested my head on my father’s shoulder, both of us enjoying an evening without stress.
“You wanna watch a movie?”, he wanted to know and I only shrugged. “Let’s zap through the channels first.”
A few taps in the air and the channels changed. We sat in silence until something caught my attention, “Wait, what’s that?”
“Lip sync battle? Sounds interesting.”, I chuckled and my dad only nodded in agreement.
It didn’t took me very long to notice something very, VERY strange. And I wasn’t the only one noticing it, that was for sure.
The boy on TV who was wearing a black wig and a rather inappropriate outfit looked like Peter. And I mean EXACTLY like Peter. I just couldn’t take my eyes off of our TV. Peter was by far the most handsome and cutest boy I’d ever seen and this was very entertaining.
“That’s Peter.”, I stated, my eyebrows narrowing in confusion.
“What goes on in this boys head?”, my dad questioned in disbelief. With a shrug I grabbed my phone and started filming this weird occurrence.
Neither of us said a word as we watched Peter swinging his umbrella and grinding against it. The whole time dancing in the middle of other dancers while water was raining down on him. Jesus, he looks so hot, I only thought before I subconsciously pressed my knuckles on my lips.
“What?”, my dad asked in shock. Of course I had to say that out loud…
I quickly stopped the video and chuckled nervously when I turned my head to look at my father.
“Uh, I m-mean… well, he’s this cute, innocent boy… usually. And now…”, I stuttered, my face heating up, “I just thought that… you know. It’s different. Good different. Not that I… I mean that’s-”
“So I was right? You actually are smitten with that spider kid.”, he smirked at me before wiggling his eyebrows, making me want to vanish into thin air.
“NO, I’m not. Okay?!”, I insisted, even though it was more than a huge lie. But my father didn’t need to know that I was head over heels for Peter.
“Don’t worry, honey. I won’t tell him.”, he laughed and brushed over my back.
“Thanks.”, I mumbled defeatedly, slowly admitting that I couldn’t hide it from him anymore. Or at least there wasn’t a point in arguing with him.
Not wanting this awkward silence to last, I grabbed my phone to send the video to Peter but not before cutting out the end.
Peter didn’t need to know about my thoughts.
Nice wig, Spidey. I didn’t know you could dance like that. , I texted Peter and threw my phone on the pillow laying next to me before my dad took the remote.“Let’s watch something else. That was terrifying…”
After a couple of minutes the door opened and Happy stood in the door frame.
“Tony, the boy arrived. He’ll be here in a minute.”
“Ah, perfect. Thanks, Happy.”, my dad replied and I looked at him, tilting my head to express my confusion. “Did I miss something?”, I wanted to know but I didn’t get an answer. Only a secret smile.
Not many moments later Peter stood in the door frame, wearing one of his cute nerdy shirts and holding his phone with a bewildered look on his face.
“Hi Peter! What are you doing here?”, I asked nervously, my voice jumping an octave.
“Hey, um… I am… No, it’s… Mr. Stark said there’s another mission?”, he stuttered while he approached us.
“Surprise!”, my dad chuckled when I looked at him in disbelief.
“But dad, it’s movie night!”, I complained, “You promised that-”
“I know, honey.”, he started, placing his hand on my arm. But before he could continue I raised my voice, “Dad, this sucks! You never-”
“Hey, hey, hey, calm down. Okay?”, he soothed me, his grib getting tighter while I gave him my famous death glare before speaking up again, “I hate it when you do that. First you-”
“I wanted him to join us.”, my dad interrupted me again, this time it was actually working. I shut up.
“Why?”, I wanted to know, realising that Peter still stood there, awkwardly watching us. “It’s my secret mission.”, my dad smirked, causing me to roll my eyes.
Peter slowly opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but said nothing. “Come here, kid.”, my dad tugged at his wrist, pulling him towards us and practically forcing him to sit right next to me.
My heart stopped beating when my head realised how close our bodies were, not to mention his face being only a foot away from mine.
He seemed to notice this, too. He only stared at me for a few brief moments, which made me blush incredibly, before he remembered what he wanted to say. “You sent me a video a couple of minutes ago.”
“Yeah, I did. Did you see it yet?”, I chuckled, trying to loosen the tension. Peter shook his head, pulling out his phone to watch it.
My dad scooted over and so did I even though I had already been sitting pretty close. I just wanted to be even closer.
Peter let out a quiet sigh before pressing play. Peter’s face went blank almost instantly. “That guy looks like me!”, he squeaked, pure shock on his face.
“What? I thought that was you…”, my dad replied but Peter violently shook his head.
“But look, that’s Michelle.”, I claimed and pointed at the girl in the background.
“That’s not me. That’s for sure!”, Peter mumbled, “I would wear a costume like that.”
“What a shame… Y/N said you look hot in it.”, my dad blurted out and I looked at him with wide eyes, “even if this isn’t you. But he looks exactly like you, doesn’t he?”
Peter’s head slowly turned to me, a confused smile on his lips, but didn’t say anything. Is he… happy about me thinking that he’s hot?, I thought while I sent my father a warning look and mouthed ‘What the hell?’ after Peter’s eyes went to the floor.
“Maybe it’s still on.”, I wondered and took the remote to switch back to the channel we had been watching.
Fortunately, the show was still on showing this exact copies of Peter and Michelle.
The presenter had just confirmed that “Tom Holland”, who seemed to be Peter’s lost twin, won the Lip Sync Battle, causing the audience to cheer in agreement.
What happened next made us stare at the TV in shock.
A girl looking like me walked up on stage and ran in Peter’s -No, what was his name again…? Tom’s arms and kissed him hard on his lips.
“What the hell?”, were the only words that left my words even though I was packed by seeing me and Peter kiss, more or less… I looked to the left, watching Peter’s and my dad’s faces.
While Peter’s face was as red as his Spiderman suit, my dad had a huge smile planted all over his face.
My double continued to kiss Peter’s clone, who excitedly kissed back, and the presenter appeared on the screen again. “Aren’t they the cutest celebrity couple ever?”, he asked and the audience cheered loudly, making the presenter laugh. Then, the screen showed a close up of our doubles pulling back from their kiss and looking into the camera, which was the perfect moment to pause the show.
“That’s us! But it’s not us… it’s not making any sense and it’s confusing.”, Peter pointed out and looked at me, catching me staring at him.
But I couldn’t help but stare at his lips after seeing ourself kiss. What would it feel like to kiss him? Are this lips as soft as they look? And how would he taste like?, I wondered before my dad interrupted my thoughts.
“I think I know what’s going on.”, he claimed.
“Yeah, what is it?”, Peter and me asked at the same time.
“Parallel Universe.”, my dad said proudly but we only looked at him blankly.
“Maybe something went wrong and this tv show aired in our universe. This is why they look exactly like you. They are you! But they’re the alternative version of you.”, he explained and we nodded, finally understanding what he meant.
“They have the same looks, same interests, same love life… Oh, and that explains why you find Peter so hot!”, my dad rambled excitedly, “Because he’s your boyfriend in the other universe.”
“What the hell, dad?!”, I said frantically, “You promised you wouldn’t tell him.”
I saw Peter looking at me with a smile from the corner of my eye but I couldn’t look at him because I was so embarrassed of this whole situation.
“No, I promised I wouldn’t tell him that you’re in love with him.”, he blurted out and I looked at him in shock, blood rushing to my face while I felt Peter tensing up.
I won’t be able to look in Peter’s eyes ever again…
“You got a problem with that, Peter?”, my dad asked him and Peter took in a sharp breath before speaking up, “N-No, not… at a-all, Mr. Stark.”
He looked at me briefly, “Actually, I uhm… I’ve been…”, he looked to the ground and then back to my dad, who smirked widely.
“Perfect.”, he clapped his hands, “Initialising last part of the mission.”
Suddenly, he pushed Peter into me, his lips crashing into the corner of my mouth making my heart skipping a beat.
Peter nervously adjusted himself and looked in my eyes, waiting for me to push him away but closed his eyes when I didn’t do anything.
I had mirrored his actions when he leaned forward, causing his lips to touch mine carefully before he pressed himself into me. I felt my heart jumping to my throat when his lips started to move and my brain processed what was happening. My hands found the way to his neck, pulling his face closer and my fingertips started to wander over the back of his head, making Peter sigh.
“Mission completed.”, I heard my dad say and I jumped slightly when I realised that he was still sitting right next to us.
“I won’t drop you, just finish with the lights, yah?”
Sitting atop Finn Shelby’s shoulders was not how you were expecting to spend your morning. You both were to go out that day, just have a day to yourselves away from the hustle and bustle of your lives. It was Polly who’d stopped you two from leaving the house, stating she wanted to see the home and shop brightened up for the holidays. You expected there to be more help but after she’d left, it was just you and Finn stuck in the empty rooms.
“You know if I turn my head I can see right up your-“
“Shut it, Finn, or you can do this yourself.”
He’d been doing anything to distract you from keeping your balance, going as far as biting the inside of your thigh making you squeal. He was getting tired, you could tell, but there were no ladders and there were still rows of lights to hang.
“Are you sure you can still hold me?”
“Light as a feather, no worries,” he assured you.
You could only click your tongue, unconvinced. You may have been small but Finn wasn’t the strongest man in the world. It was a surprise he was even holding you for this long without needing a break. However, you said nothing, knowing it would just offend him if you did. You continued working in silence, only breaking it to instruct him to move whenever you were done a section. You made it halfway around the room before he started doing it again.
“Finn,” you warned. He just smiled up at you, not stopping his hands as they rubbed higher and higher up your legs. You felt it at your ankles a while back, putting it off as just him needing something to do but then you felt the rubbing on your shins, then your knees, and eventually under your skirt to your thighs. In any other circumstance you’d allow it, the few opportunities to do such a thing so rare you’d never dare stop it. Though at this moment it wouldn’t just be all fun, distraction was grounds for falling and falling was a sure route to injury.
“Not doing nothing,” he lied, laughing at the look you gave him.
You couldn’t do much as far as stopping him, the best was to just ignore and hope he stopped when he got no reaction. It was wishful thinking, especially when it only took a few minutes for him to add his lips into the mix.
He chuckled against the inside of your thigh, not letting up from where you knew he was marking. Your hands flew down from the lights, dropping them in the process as you used Finn’s head to rebalance you. He stopped for just a second, sliding his hands to your back to make sure you weren’t going to fall.
“What are we supposed to do about the lights?”
You both stared down at the pile of string lights, bursting out laughing at the image of the two of you attempting to pick them up. Once you’d started laughing you couldn’t seem to stop. With Finn getting too distracted to hold you up and you using your hands to stop your laughter, there was no surprise when you found yourself with Finn on top of you on the floor. The startled look on his face only made you laugh harder, though, not even acknowledging the pain from your hard fall.
“Are you alright?” He asked, you nodded, your laughter slowly fading as you did. “That was some fall, are you sure?”
“I’m fine, I can take a few bumps and bruises,” you assured him. You smiled at him, scrunching up your face when he leaned down to peck your forehead.
“Speaking of bruises,” he said once he pulled back up, your eyes widened, realizing what he was about to do, “I was working on something earlier.”
“Finn, you can’t! Someone might come in!”
“No one’s coming in today.” You could only watch as he moved down, rolling your eyes when he rucked up your skirt. “Stop worrying, you know as well as anyone I wouldn’t be doing anything if I knew someone would walk through that door in the next five minutes.”
“Fine, five minutes and we’re getting back to doing the lights, Polly will kill us if they’re not done.”
“Nice work you two,” Polly praised as she looked around. The lights bathed the rooms in a nice warm glow, mimicking that of candlelight. You’d added decorations as well, garland and ribbon wrapping around the room. It was all very festive.
“Too bad she can’t see my best work,” Finn whispered in your ear once she turned her back to you. You rubbed your legs together, remembering the red spot that now adorned your thigh.
“What was that, Finn?” Polly asked turning back to you. You tucked your lips into your mouth, hiding the smile that was threatening to show as Finn stood straight.
“Nothing, Aunt Polly, did you see the tree yet?”
He led her out of the shop, throwing a wink over his shoulder as he did. You rolled your eyes and followed. Finn Shelby, always with the innocent act.
A/N: Welcome to my contribution for the New Author’s Month over at @loveinpanem
Nearly two months and 16,000 words later and I can finally present it to you. But this wouldn’t have happened if for a couple of very special people, starting with the awesome ladies fom LIP: @thegirlfromoverthepond, @akai-echo, @titaniasfics and @louezem. Thank you for your dedication and all the work you put in. You’re doing a wonderful job.
My biggest, warmest and most heartfelt THANK YOU is - together with INCREDIBLE beta @honeylime08 - for my awesome mentor: the unbelievably talented, witty and wonderful @xerxia31 I loved working with you so much, and look forward to our future cooperation. :D
And last but not least: to my best friend, Pez. She’s not on tumblr, but she helped with this story like it was her own. I love you so much, bestie!
Enough said, let’s start with the story. I really hope you enjoy! Thanks for all the support! :)
“If you don’t show in the next five minutes, she’s gonna have a heart attack.”
Katniss groans, the strap of her bag constantly slipping from her shoulder. With every other step, she nearly crushes her heels with the suitcase she’s pulling behind her. Damn high heels, she should have worn her sneakers. She’s a fit person: she jogs, she visits the gym at least twice a week, she loves hiking. Ok, fine. She could eat a little healthier, but between jobs and her sometimes very atypical hours she can’t find the time to cook as well. So it’s fast food most of the time. But all in all she thinks of herself as a person with good constitution.
Right now, she huffs like a railroad engine, and her feet hurt like she ran a marathon. All the while she tries to hold her cell to her ear and listen to her best friend’s calm but slightly sarcastic voice. Even though she’s running through a busy airport, she can hear Prim’s hysterics in the background.
A/N: As you know, I am in LOVE with Sam Holland wow who would’ve thought? Anyways, I was talking to the lovely Michelle ( @honeynutholland ) and she’s been super sweet and helpful with this whole fic. We also share the mutual feeling of sweRVING BETWEEN LANES AND HOW THEY’RE ALL SUCH FUN PEOPLE. She’s been super fun to talk to so give her a bIG THUMBS UP, SMASH THAT SUBSCRIBE BUTTOn
Past mentions of abuse and rape, suicide attempt
Word Count: 1.9k+
journey home, loved ones try to get Hettie to open up about what happened to
her. We see through flashbacks how close
she got with Aslaug. Ivar and Hettie are
reunited for the first time.
Throughout the days of sailing back to Kattegat, you learned
a lot. Helga ‘adopted’ a girl, Tanaruz,
from where they just raided and saved you.
The girl was skittish and never spoke or ate, not matter how hard Helga
Floki did not seem too enthralled with the idea, but he let
it go, just wanting Helga to be happy.
Everyone, including Bjorn and Hvitserk tried to get you to open up, to
talk about what happened to you.
“I do not wish to talk about it” was all you managed to say
each time; your voice void of any emotion.
If you were being truthful to yourself and to the gods, you did not want
to go back to Kattegat. You did not want
to go on living; living with the pain and the reminder of your past two
setting: modern, non-magical, reality/film star au; based on this
word count: 4,654 words
(7:22 am) Did you see
the casting news yet? For Boy Who Lived?
(8:15 am) fuck off its
(8:16 am) Ronald.
(8:17 am) unless they
chose to go with an actual fucking cgi flamingo i dont give a shit right now
and it can wait until tomorrow
(8:19 am) It really
can’t. Harry’s going to fire you when he finds out.
(8:19 am) ??????? get
ur blasphemous ass back to church no he’s not
(8:20 am) Yes, he is.
It was YOUR idea to scrap the chemistry test.
(8:23 am) omg what is
ur DAMAGE chemistry tests r dumb af harry hates them
(8:24 am) And sometimes
you have to act as his AGENT, not his best friend, and advise him to do the
things he hates, Ronald. Like chemistry tests.
(8:25 am) thx for the
fortune cookie fun fact i’ll pass it on to harry’s latest oscar nom ok
(8:29 am) Check
Variety. They reported on the casting this morning. There was a “leak” at the
(8:32 am) harrys gonna
fucking fire me ur right
Hollywood star tapped for female lead in Paramount’s Boy Who Lived
October 11, 2016. Los
Well, it’s official.
Seemingly permanent tabloid staple Pansy Parkinson (Hurricane Hollywood; The Hottie and the
Nottie), better known for her outrageous late-night party antics than she
is for her acting prowess, has been cast as Harry Potter’s (Under the Stairs) on-screen love interest for the futuristic
dystopian thriller, Boy Who Lived,
slated for release by Paramount sometime in Summer 2018. While Parkinson has
been persistently vocal about her desire to make the transition from her
Cristal throne in Vegas to the slightly more respectable silver screen, this
will be her first role in a major motion picture.
One Direction fans have been able to rejoice over their favorite artists releasing their solo material in the wake of the hiatus. Aside from Harry Styles’ eponymous LP release, Niall Horan released his second single and has been performing both his own material as well as covers. Liam Payne was the last member to successfully release solo material, with single Strip That Down dropping mere weeks ago, which remains in the UK Top 5. In fact, it seems that he is already gearing up towards a second release – this time a collaboration with German DJ Zedd.
As such, it shouldn’t be surprising that fans are (im)patiently waiting for the fourth member of One Direction to step back into the limelight after a couple of months of silence. Louis Tomlinson was second in releasing solo material during the hiatus, when Just Hold On – a collaboration with DJ Steve Aoki – came out in December 2016. Yet, one would almost forget about it, as out of all remaining members, Tomlinson’s professional career seems to be the least commercialized. While there is a distinct lack of all-round coverage on the professional front, this does not mean there is no development in his musical career, nor does it equal a lack of interest on the consumers i.e. fans’ behalf.
For many centuries people were born with marks on their bodies, not knowing who their soulmates were till they met them. Their mark slowly filling in with their soulmates eye color.
“Congratulations, Mr and Mrs Hinata, you have two healthy boys.” The doctor gave the new borns to the nurses, smiling at the happy couple.
Two boys, twins. The same happy expression but still so different.
“It seems the redhead has a crown on his right inner thigh and the green haired boy has a crescent moon on his right shoulder.” The nurse covered the babies with a warm blanket. “Did you have a name for them yet?”
Mrs Hinata smiled at her husband as Mr Hinata took the red headed baby from the nurse.
“That little guy will be Shouyou.” Taking the green haired baby from the other nurse her smile got bigger. “And this one will be Izuku.”
With a surprised but amused expression, Mr and Mrs Todoroki looked at their newborn sons. One had jet black hair and the other had white and red hair. Mrs Todoroki covered her mouth laughing softly.
Picking up the babies, the new parents looked at each other, smiling.
“Shouto and Tobio” Mr Todoroki looked at them, letting the duo colored baby hold onto his finger. “Shouto, are you ready to go home?”
“I think Tobio is more than ready” Mrs Todoroki gently opened up Tobio’s palm, revealing a small sunflower. “Did you see Shouto’s mark yet, dear?”
“I did, it’s a crest on his chest, the nurse said it was quite an unusual mark, but that we shouldn’t worry about it.” Mr Todoroki smiled at his wife.
10 year olds Izuku and Shouyou stood in front of their mother and kindergartner teacher, their fingers entwined together, refusing to let go of eachother.
“But mommy! You promised that I could go to the same school as Izu!” Shouyou’s eyes were red from crying, his bottom lip wobbling as he tried to stop his tears from falling.
“It will be fine, Shou!” Izuku looked at his brother, showing a toothy grin.
Their mother sighed as she looked at them, ever since they were born they were inseparable, so to pull them apart now broke not only the twins heart but also hers.
“There’s nothing I can do, sweetheart. Mommy will promise you that I will pick you up with Izuku every day, ok?” Mrs Hinata looked up at Izuku’s teacher, smiling. “I’m sure Miss Shimizu will take really good care of Izuku, right?”
Shimizu crouched down, smiling at the twins.
“We’re going finger painting today, would you like it if Izuku made something for you? He could give it to you as a present.” Shimizu giggled as Shouyou’s eyes widened.
“If it’s from Izuku I will like it!” Shouyou turned his head to look at Izuku, nodded and then slowly let go of his brother’s hand.