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Steel Magnolias - Actress!Reader, Avengers x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader

Genre: Fluff, attempted humour near the end

Word Count: 1316

Warning/s: Mentions of pregnancy (Is that even a warning?)

A/N: I’m a drama student and I was rehearsing this scene from Steel Magnolias for an assessment and came up with an idea to combine it with the Avengers. Enjoy 😉


“No, you’re getting rest. I think that rehearsal can wait, Y/N.” Bruce insisted.

“But the show’s next week! I need to get through the blocking and the lighting preferences and-“ You argued, trying to sit up. Bruce put a warning hand on your shoulder, giving you a stern look as he pushed you back down. 

“Too late! I’ve already approved your absence.” Tony waltzed into the lab, waving his phone screen at you. 

You weren’t giving up. “Tony, they need me! I’m one of the main characters of the whole thing!” 

“They’ll have to deal with it themselves.” He shrugged. “Besides, you’re hurt and sick, therefore unfit to attend. You’re not going and that is final. Who even rehearses at school on the weekend?” 

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Richard Armitage - Filmography 1/5

1992 Boon, season 7 - Man in Pub
1999 Staged - Daryl (Darryl Newman)
1999 Cleopatra - Epiphanes
1999 This Year’s Love - Smug Man at Party
1999 Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace - Naboo Fighter Pilot
2001 Doctors, season 3 - Dr. Tom Steele
2001 Casualty, season 16 - Craig Parker
2001 Macbeth - Angus
2002 Spooks, season 1 - Armed Police Officer

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Vengeance ~ Part I

Peter Parker x OC

requested? Nope

Warning? none

Note: So here it is!!!! The sequel!!! I hope you love part one it was so much fun writing it with the talented hoebag @rejectcentral!!!!!!! So sit back, relax, and enjoy the story…


Tony Stark’s POV:

~Six months after Samara’s death~

It’s been 6 months since my daughter died and her spider boyfriend went and gave up the spandex because he couldn’t deal with looking at the citizens of New York without feeling the failure weigh so heavily on his shoulders.

Peter Parker isn’t special, I feel the same way he does. I failed protecting my own child, my heir, but you don’t see me throwing in my suits. Actually the opposite, I seem to have fallen deeper into the depths of rage and depression.

Pepper ended our ‘break’ the moment I  found out that Samara died. I drank bourbon and whiskey until I couldn’t see straight and drunk dialed her. I didn’t expect her to come back, I also didn’t expect her to run into my garage as I was throwing tools around and calm down my raging ass.

What Peter and I will always have in common is that we are changed by the events that took place, and not for the better either.

“This is your 30th time looking Tony..” Pepper said in a knowing voice.

“Not the last either if I don’t find her…I know you’re looking out for me, I do and I appreciate it, trust me, but as long as Samara’s body is out there not found I will never give up looking. I need to lay my baby to rest.” I said, determination and a slight crazed tone laced my voice.

Pepper nodded her head sadly, placing her hand on my Iron Man metal suit chest, and gave me a peck on my cheek before I closed the metal mask.

“You’ll be home for dinner?” She asked backing away giving me space. I took a deep breath and felt the rockets in my feet kick on, sending me flying into the air. As I flew above New York I couldn’t help but watch the scene of Sam dying all over again. I was able to hack security cameras from all over the city to capture the entire event. All that I want now is to be able to find her body and put her to rest, at least that will give me some sort of relief that this whole ordeal is over. I turned on F.R.I.D.A.Y and had her begin to scan the river and along all of its banks for what seemed like the 300th time since Samara’s death. Again, she came up with nothing. I couldn’t say that I expected much more from her, F.R.I.D.A.Y. was just a computer program anyways, she wasn’t perfect. Sighing, I was about to fly back to the tower before I saw a familiar blue sweatshirt sitting on a firescape, staring blankly into the dusk scenery of Queens. I slowly flew down to Parker, knowing that he was having as rough of a time as anyone, after all he had known Samara the longest. The kid looked like he just had the shit beat out of him numerous times, probably has without Sam to defend him and make him grow some balls like she used to. I landed beside the sulking boy, the metal from my suit clanking against the rust of the old steel. Parker looked over, his face neutral yet his eyes seemed like they had no life inside of them. All of the once youthful and innocent glow was now gone, replaced with a familiar stare, one that I had acquired over the past few months.

“Hey kid.” My voice was scratchy and raw from all of the emotions that I was still feeling course through my veins. He looked my suit up and down before returning his head back to his hands which rested on a bar in front of him, his legs dangling in front of him in the dusty air.

“I was looking around and I saw you, how are you?”

Peter didn’t respond at first, he didn’t even lift his head, he just shifted his eyes in my direction before answering. “I’m…fine,” Peter replied shortly breathing deep. “Well whenever you feel like being Spiderling again wing by,” I awkwardly patted him on the back, “Will do Mr. Stark.” Peter said doing a small salute, it’s sad watching such a bright spirited kid slowly lose his happiness. I could understand where he was coming from though, it was easy to see (though I didn’t normally approve) that they made each other better people… happier people.

Before I left to go back to the tower I had to tell Peter words of advice, he needs it.

“Samara wouldn’t want you to do this to yourself. If you loved her at all you’d see that this, all of what you’re doing,” i motioned around us in the air, sighing before I continued knowing it was like the blind leading the blind for me to give advice. “This isn’t what she died for kid, and you know it too, deep down.”

His expression seemed like I slapped him in the face. Before he could speak I was gone, I just hope that he takes what I said to heart.

As I was flying back, F.R.I.D.A.Y said the very thing that fought for so long to hear.

“I have spotted Samara Callalily Stark.”

My heart seized and my breath came out in short spurts, “give me the coordinates.”  Once F.R.I.D.A.Y gave me the directions I feel faint, my daughter has been on a bank of sand hidden from the eyes of coast guards, police and myself; but now she’s finally found, and her suffering is now truly over.

F.R.I.D.A.Y has directed me to a bed of calla lilies, under the bridge. I see multiple carts of clothes and homeless people scattered under the bridge for shelter.

“She’s here? Been here this whole time?” I asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. Confused I walked out of the suit and dropped to my knees, I letting my fingers graze over the flowers that smell of sweetness and happiness.

“No, actually Mr. Stark. I would estimate Samara has been recently buried, I say a few weeks, the flowers have grown from seeds at an aggressive rate.” F.R.I.D.A.Y said quizzically, I start to panick and rip the flowers from their roots. Someone has taken my baby’s body and returned it, what have they done?  

“Help! Help F.R.I.D.A.Y! She’s down here!” I yell digging with my bare hands. After a few minutes with F.R.I.D.A.Y’s help we see something wrapped in tarp. I almost stop, suddenly scared at what I’d find, the smell alone sends me into shock.

Someone has been here and tampered with my daughter’s remains.

F.R.I.D.A.Y kept digging and I sit there with a dirty hand clamped over my mouth. F.R.I.D.A.Y wraps the suit’s arms around the body shaped tarp and pulled it out.

“Mr. Stark would you like to open it now or-”

“At the tower…We need the tools there to find out why someone took her body.” I said, F.R.I.D.A.Y then gently placed Samara’s body on the sand to let me get into the suit, once I got into the suit I gently carry my child in my arms. Her body hung limply in my arms, dirt covering her skin, tinting it a darker tone than normal. As we flew through the air, her once vibrant blonde hair was now a strawberry blonde, something that I hadn’t noticed when I first discovered her body. I don’t ever remember her coloring her hair when she lived in the tower with me, so how did her hair color change? Maybe it was from the dirt somehow, I don’t know and I don’t really care at this point. All I know is that I have my daughter again.

“Tony you’re home ea-My God! You found her!” Pepper yelled in surprise once I landed on the tower, though I would love to talk to Pepper about finding my deceased daughter this was more important. So I keep walking, straight to the lab.

I opened the suit and carried Samara down to the lab, just to have a little more time with her before officially burying her. As I opened the glass doors, F.R.I.D.A.Y. had already cleared a sterile table off for me to lay her down. The lighting in the room made her look so pale, unlike her normal glowing complexion. Her now strawberry blonde hair lay fanned around her head and the tiny freckles on her cheekbones stood out more than normal. She looked so, peaceful, almost as if she were sleeping instead of dead. I could barely handle looking at her body like this, so I put a line of fluids in an IV in her arm just to keep her body hydrated so she doesn’t become disfigured. Slowing the drip down extensively, I walked out of the room, closing and locking the door behind me.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., turn the lights off and make the glass one way please.” I said weakly.

“Of course sir.” The automated voice spoke back. The lights slowly went off one by one in the lab, only the E light above Samara’s body remained on, but before I could look further into the room, I was met with my reflection from the mirror. After staring back at myself for a few minutes, I turned my head to the ground, tears falling down my face as I walked towards the elevator to take me to my room.

“Mr. Stark would you like me to contact the rest of the team?” F.R.I.D.A.Y. asked gently, not wanting to set me off into a hysteria of emotions. I gulped and nodded my head slightly.

“Yes, but don’t contact Spider-boy yet. I want to tell him in person.”

“Of course Mr. Stark.”

………………………………

Pain. Excruciating pain. That was all I felt. My brain was pounding against my skull, almost as if it were trying to break free. My wrists were burning, oh god, it was all so much pain. I kept trying to move my body around but to no avail. I couldn’t even feel my lungs moving, yet here I was, how was this happening? The burning in my wrist was becoming more and more painful, feeling the pain now run up through my entire arm and into my torso. I remained unmoved, but my mind was racing internally. How did I get here? I was on the bridge with Harry and Peter last I remembered. It couldn’t have been more than 10 minutes ago but now I can’t move. Oh my God, am I paralyzed? Am I in a coma?! OKay okay, calm down Samara, you’re fine, you are absolutely- Oh God. THE PAIN JUST MAKE IT STOP! I was screaming in my mind, the pain becoming so overwhelming that I couldn’t hold it in anymore and let out a bloodcurdling scream. Suddenly a calming voice entered my mind,

“Let go my darling, it’s time for you to go back home.”

Before I could question my mother’s voice, the pain was gone, as was the darkness.

Gasping, I sat up quickly from a hardened surface, a single bright light overwhelming my senses…

…………………………..

“So you did find her body then?” The entire team stood in the kitchen, most with a solemn expression upon their faces. I nodded my head and took a sip of the bourbon in my glass.

“What do you plan on doing with her?” Natasha asked. I shrugged my shoulders, setting my drink back down of the granite surface.

“Have a little funeral for all of us, then bury her. That’s all that I can do at this point.” The word ‘funeral’ felt worse than the burn from the bourbon in my drink.

“So where is the boy?” Vision asked. “I mean I would assume he would’ve been the first to hear the news of his love being found.”

“I wanted to tell him in person. I didn’t think the kid deserved to be told over the phone about this. It wouldn’t be fair tha-”

“Mr. Stark.” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice rang through the speaker system, alarm in her voice, which was unusual since she was a computer program. Confusion filled my mind as I contemplated the news that could make her this worried.

“What is it F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” I asked, taking another sip of the alcohol, as it was the only thing besides Pepper making this whole experience somewhat bearable.

“Mr. Stark, I don’t really know how to put this…”

“Just spit it out!” I yelled, becoming more frustrated with the current situation, multiple scenarios running through my mind.

“Mr. Stark… Samara is alive.”

I felt the glass slip from my hand and the shattering as it hit the hardwood floor, the remaining brown liquid spilling along the surface. I couldn’t control my motions, it was like my body was on auto-pilot and I was just along for the ride. I was running down the stairs as I knew the elevator would be too slow for my liking. My feet kept slamming against the concrete staircase, running faster than I have in years, the rest of the team right on my tail.

When I reached the lab floor, F.R.I.D.A.Y. already had the door open so I wouldn’t have to waste time opening myself. I stopped abruptly when I saw her sitting up on the table through the wall that was once again glass. Her new hair now flowed down her back instead of fanning around her head. Her back was faced to the door so I couldn’t see much of her. I was the only one to walk forward through the lab doors, slowly and unsurely making my way to where she sat. Stopping a couple feet behind her, I cleared my throat. Her head whipped around and looked directly into my eyes. One of her eyes…instead of her trademark cool baby blues that held secrets of the world one is now replaced with one light green eye, and her natural glow had engulfed her skin, she looked radiant, like she had never left.

“Dad.” Her soft voice filled my ears and I rushed forward, bringing my arms around her and squeezing her so tight I could feel my own air supply leaving my body but I don’t care, I had my daughter back. When she hugged me back I felt a slight stabbing in my back. I pulled away and looked back to see what was poking me. Samara now had vines growing out of her wrists.

“Shit, sorry. I really haven’t learned how to control this yet.” She said, grabbing her arm back, making the the thick deep green vines receded back into her skin. Her eyes glow as the process ensued.

“How? This is..what is going on?” Steve said astonished, the rest of the Avengers all shared a look of awe.

“I don’t know how any of this happened, I just remember being dead and…not being dead anymore.”

I smile, at this moment I could care less on how any of this is possible, my daughter is back and I can’t be happier. “Let’s not worry about that now…Let’s celebrate your, uh your arrival? Yes let’s call it that, I say Shawarma for everyone!”

There was chorus of agreement, Samara still hasn’t let go of me. Not that I minded one bit, as everyone was going up stairs and F.R.I.D.A.Y was placing the food order, Samara said something that somehow made me even happier, “Where’s Peter? Can he be invited too?”

I smiled and patted her back then rubbed it. “I’ll get him myself, he’ll be happy to see you,” She smiled bright and ran up to Natasha who had open arms.

Time to see Spider-ling.

………………………………………

~NOW~

Peter Parker’s POV:

My hands are sweating as Mr. Stark and I ride the elevator to the Avengers common room. Mr. Stark had a shit-eating grin on his features. “Calm down Kid, she misses you too; hell maybe this’ll be the push to get you back into crime fighting?…” Mr. Stark said in a insinuating tone.

I’ve been detached to the whole idea of taking on Spider-Man, it honestly scares me. I’m a failure to the people, why should I have the privilege to be the people’s beacon of hope again?

I might be the hero New York deserves, but Samara with always be the hero that they need.

“We’ll talk later, you look constipated.”  

Right when I was about to rebuttal the elevator doors dinged and slid open. My mouth clamped shut and I stood up straight.

I’m about to see Samara again, my Sam.  

I slowly walked out, shyly looking around the room before I spotted her.

She’s stunning (not that it came as much of a surprise), her hair falling into thick, strawberry waves all the way down her back. I ignore the fact that it’s a different color, that’s besides the point…Samara’s back and that’s all that matters.

“Sam?”

At the sound of my voice she halted all movements and swiftly craned her head over to where I stood. Her eyes also different but they still held the same wanderlust that had me falling in love with her all over again.

“Peter!” Samara screamed in pure happiness, and ran over to me, engulfing my body in a hug.

I felt my eyes water as I grasp onto her, her face tucked away into my neck. My hand was resting on the back of her head.

“You’re real? I’m not dreaming right, tell me I’m not dreaming?” I said as we slightly pulled apart, still in each other’s arms. She smiled that smile of hers and brings me into a deep kiss,

Her fingers laced through my grown out hair. I felt like everything was finally making sense and my world didn’t need tape to be fixed anymore, no Sam is enough to restore it to what it was before, maybe even better than before.

“I’m here Pete, I’m real…I missed you Spidey. I like your hair.”

She ran her fingers through my brown, messy locks and I closed my eyes in contentment. I was about to kiss her again when Mr. Stark cleared his voice;

“Okay…you guys have an audience now let’s keep the PDA at a medium and let’s celebrate with Shawarma!”

There was a chorus a cheers and, Samara and I blush like mad, “Come on, let’s eat, I haven’t ate in months!”

I smile as she pulls us to dinner table, finally my Sam is back and I’ll do anything in my power to keep it that way.

Anything.

The most iconic Marvel superhero and the most iconic DC superhero are both played by hot British actors who are adorable, charming, love their respective characters, and have killer abs.

Originally posted by manculture

Originally posted by jxmesmcavoy

What a time to be alive.

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Sunday 4th September / 4:16pm

I’ve finally gotten round to doing my stationary haul for sixth form! I start back to school tomorrow (omg) and as it’s my last day of the summer holidays i thought it would be fun to finally do a stationary haul!!

Okay so starting from the left photo we have:

  • pack of 25 Stabile 0.4mm fineliners 
  • pack of 12 Pilot 0.5mm juice pens 
  • Busy B mini sticky notes
  • pack of 15 ‘Rio De Janeiro’ post it notes by Post It
  • 2 washi tapes from Lau Home
  • a record card book and pack of 100 narrow ruled record cards from Tesco
  • Magic ‘Good Design’ pencil case
  • ‘Raindrops Multi Pencil Case’ from Paperchase
  • pack of 8 PaperMate 1.0mm ‘Inkjoy’ pens 
  • Parker ‘Stainless Steel Ballpoint Pen’
  • 3 Pilot 0.5mm ‘V Ball Liquid Ink Rollerball’
  • 2 Tipp-Ex ‘Mini Pocket Mouse’

And on the right photo:

  • Campus A4 lever arch file
  • Campus 10 part dividers
  • Tiger A4 ‘Slim Ring Binder’ in Clear
  • x3 Campus punched pockets
  • Campus Notebook 140 pages
  • x3 Campus Refill Pad 300 pages
  • Decomposition Book 160 pages of grid-ruled paper
  • Decomposition Book 160 pages of college-ruled paper
  • Tiger notebook

anonymous asked:

Peter has next to no acting skills, and he knows it, so he comes to a point where even in his civvies, he doesn't try to act surprised. Doesn't bother. Not at all. Like, a villain comes to the school and immediately runs up to him and threatens him, and Peter gives them this deadpan look and starts sassing at them, and Harry and MJ are just in the back like "Peter whAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Puny Parkers becomes Balls of Steel Parker around the school. But he's just. So tired. He doesn't care anymore.

Oh my god. This short 15yo doesn’t care. He can’t run off to change into his spider suit with so many people around so he’s just. Straight up unaffected by being taken hostage while his adult teachers are sobbing. 

Peter, giving the villain’s knockoff lycra a judgemental once over:

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Well, It Took Him AWhile, But…

Der Po Meister Guessed Correctly…

Today’s Mystery Smuggler Is Corey Parker Of The Broncos!

Bodacious Bum, Baby!

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This is my extensive everyday carry as a college student in Florida. While some of these pieces are left behind from time to time, I like to be well prepared wherever I am. Enjoy! Some more details on the pieces: -The Swiss knife was a gift and I couldn’t locate the model online. -The flashlight is a bit of an off-brand however it’s incredibly cheap and incredibly powerful. -Parker pens have a sturdy build and beautiful ink flow at a very reasonable price -The pocket screwdriver was purchased on a whim and rarely sees use. The title “precision” is very literal: The bits are tiny. I hope ya’ll enjoy this first submission!