Please write a short fic about tony catching peter drinking i would die omg
He froze, eyes widening as he heard the all-too-familiar sound of expensive leather brogues scuffing along the floor a few meters from him, and he turned quickly, brow furrowed into a deep V as he watched Tony wander up to him, all smiles and casual posture, hands buried in the pockets of his grease-stained jeans. He looked like he’d come straight from the workshop, stopping only to throw on a leather jacket along the way.
Why he was here at all, however, made no sense at all.
“T- Mr Stark,” Peter said, trying to communicate with him through eyebrow movements alone. If it turned out that he had to suit up and help out somewhere, he was pretty fucked, considering the fact he’d had a bit to drink at the party he’d been invited to.
Well. He said ‘a bit’. It was possibly more accurate to say ‘a fucking shit-ton’, but whatever.
Tony looked at him blankly, before shooting another smile toward the circle of people who were stood around Peter and staring quite blatantly at the both of them. “Hello, ladies and gentlemen, I’m afraid I have to take Mr Parker away. He’s an intern at Stark Industries, you know how it is. Lots of work, yadda yadda, okay bye,”
And before Peter could even open his mouth, Tony had grabbed him by the arm and snatched the solo cup out of his hand almost angrily, pulling him away from the group of people and through the crowds of rowdy teenagers that littered the huge house.
“Uh, Mr Stark, wha’dd’ya want me for, exactly?” Peter asked, speaking loudly above the blaring music and wincing at how slurred his voice came out.
It had been a weird month, okay. He was just trying it out.
Tony paused, and Peter saw him purse his lips even tighter before beginning to walk again, guiding Peter through the crowds and holding him tight as he stumbled a little.
“Hey, Parker, leaving so soon?” Flash called out from somewhere to his left, and Peter stopped turning to face him as the other boy wandered toward them. “We haven’t even begun yet, Jesus, are you a pussy or what-”
“Kid,” and suddenly Tony had let go, spinning around and walking up to Flash, who seemed to suddenly recognise who exactly Tony was, because his eyes went hilariously wide and he stumbled backward a few steps. Peter snorted involuntarily, and he saw Tony turn briefly, before shaking his head and looking back to Flash, “it seems like you’re having an absolute ball here, but I’m gonna say something and I’m only going to say it once.”
Tony looked down at Flash, eyes harsh as he drew a little closer. “Leave. Peter. Out of it. Do you understand? He is not here for you to manipulate, not here for you to bully into trying out crazy shit for your amusement-”
“Tony, what the fuck,” Peter blurted, frowning and stepping forward, more than a little put out. He’d only just managed to get accepted by Flash and all the other popular kids, and Tony was just going in, ruining it all, “you’re not my dad- don’t tell me or my friends what I can and can’t do.”
Tony turned, eyebrows raised. “Friends?” He snorted, shaking his head and walking over to Peter once more, taking him by the arm. “You haven’t called in with Aunt May for two days now,” he hissed into Peter’s ear, “she’s worried sick. You are coming with me, right now.”
“No ‘m not,” Peter pushed his hand off, looking over at Tony in anger. “You are fucking….embarrassing me…. in fron’ of my friends-”
“They are not your friends!” Tony snarled, pulling his arm again, “your friends are all currently at home, worrying their asses off because this is not like you, Peter, and they didn’t know what to fucking do, so they ended up calling me. Now you will fucking follow me out of this goddamn place right now, or I am hauling you out.”
okay mchanzo fans (and overwatch fans in general) i’m gonna have to stop you guys for like a quick moment here because these blatantly racist fics are apparently going to keep happening and some of you might want to distant yourselves from That Mess with the help of these facts
calling hanzo “handsoap” IS racist because you are mocking someone’s language and native name. this is personally frustrating because i have experienced name calling from other kids and ADULTS about my name to the point where i stopped giving it out and wanted to change it to something Comfortably White
stop calling japanese characters weeaboo/otaku. they aren’t fucking compliments
you know how uncomfortable it is to watch you guys call a brown man of indeterminate origin a mutt/dog? it’s REALLY uncomfortable
stop white washing poc
making the darker skinned character the more muscly/dominate one is….you guessed it…….gross as hell
why are yall obsessed with who bottoms and tops???
google translate is not your friend. it’s a program.
if you don’t know how multilingual people use language then just?? don’t use Law & Order as a reference guide. they don’t know either. if they’re speaking in another language just put it in italics or brackets i don’t care i just can’t take it anymore
hanzo was a yakuza boss who killed his brother in cold blood why are you casting him as some wilting flower that stutters at being in the same room as another man
mccree has the highest bounty we’ve seen so far and has been on the run FOR YEARS and yall are still basic enough to think he’s stupid because what? he has a southern accent? he participates in vaquero culture?
btw vaquero culture IS a thing and i wouldn’t be surprised if it stayed a thing decades from now
The door opened. Rowan…. He sounded about halfway across the room when his footsteps halted. His breath caught, harsh enough that she looked over her shoulder…. “Who did that to you?”
Her back…. When he’d seen it, his heart had clean stopped….
That day early on he’d threatened to whip the girl, gods above….
She had barely grown into her woman’s body when they had hurt her like that. Why hadn’t she told him? Why hadn’t Maeve told him?
She was almost asleep again, teeth still chattering when her window groaned open in the breeze. She was too cold and sore to get up. There was a flutter of wings and a flash of light, and before she could roll over, he’d scooped her up, blanket and all…. he carried her up the two flights of stairs, down the hall, and then - A roaring fire, warm sheets, and a soft mattress. And a heavy quilt that was tucked in with surprising gentleness… “You’re staying with me from now on.”
This is probably one of my favourite scenes in the entire series ❤
i miss being in a relationship and staying up late on the phone or laying in bed with one another wide awake just talking about nonsense in the middle of the night while holding each other or rubbing your thumb along their hand. i miss surprise dates and staying in for movie nights or just running errands together because that’s time spent together and getting butterflies even when you text them.
Was bored at work, so got a guy fired and possibly sent to prison for fraud.
I work the night shift as a receptionist at a hotel in Norway, and most nights are spent watching Netflix/playing games. Last summer was really slow and I also worked a lot extra, so I ran out of stuff to watch and games to play. One night I got a mail from “Scooter”. He wanted to book a room for almost 20 days. I just had to send him the price and confirmation that we had rooms available, and he would then send me his credit card info for me to pre-charge. Normally we just delete these kinds of mail, but I was bored out of my mind, so I responded with an offer for around 2k$ for the entire stay. Also made sure to inform him that he could cancel for free up until the day of arrival.
This is probably the most common fraud attempt in the Hotel/travel industry. Unlike most businesses, we are able to charge credit/debit cards with only the card number and exp date. No need for a pin code, cvc or other auth methods. Our software also allow us deposit money directly to local and international bank accounts by using the card number. Because of this, shitheads like Scooter will try to prepay with stolen/skimmed cards, but then cancel the booking and asking us to refund the amount to a different card.
@taylor-tut tHIS IS SO LATE I’M SO SORRY MY FAB FRIENDO! But! It has finally arrived!! I’m sorry if it’s a bit crappy, I like haven’t slept in three days haha
anyhoo, onto the story:
Lance woke up with a
He blinked his eyes
open, immediately groaning at the light that pierced through his eyeballs and
into his temples. He brought an arm up to shield his face, shivering slightly.
Taking a deep breath, Lance conducted a mental survey of his condition, assessing
his apparently numerous ailments that seem to have manifested overnight.
that dissolved into a throbbing headache that pulsed outward with each
throat, and lungs that rattled with every inhale? Check.
sensation of being completely, bone-numbingly cold despite the warmth and
clamminess of his limbs? Checkerooni.
is gonna suck.
If Lance were to be
perfectly honest with himself, he would concede that he had been feeling off these last couple days. Nevertheless, the
team needed his 100% right now, and any wooziness he may have felt had to be
put on the backburner. With several months having passed without any sign of
Shiro, tensions within the castle were palpable. Keith and Pidge seemed inches away from
snapping at any given moment, Allura’s training schedule seemed to have been
kicked up the several notches from “very harsh” to “dear god I
can taste my own pulse”, and even Hunk and Coran seemed somewhat subdued.
It was the least Lance could do to try and keep up, and make sure the other’s
stayed optimistic. He was the joker, the sharpshooter - it was his role, no
matter how taxing it could be on his own body.
himself, counting down from five, before swinging out of his bed, pausing to
lean against the wall as a wave of dizziness washed over him. Once the
tilt-a-whirl he usually called a bedroom settled to a soft swaying, Lance began
to make his way down to the dining hall.