And then Rigby proceeded to vomit all over Mordecai’s bed, and his bathroom, and on him as well. So Mordecai couldn’t make it to his morning class because he had to do a quick laundry run. That’s the last time Mordecai threw an impromptu dorm party as well.
Ask and you shall receive. Also college AU incorporation because why not? Ahaha, thank you for the message!! Q q Q
Being Tony Stark’s Daughter (and dating Peter!) would include…
let’s do it again!
Requested by anon and @katiemcrae “ Could you maybe do a fluffy headcanons about being Tony Starks daughter and dating Peter Parker? Thanks and I love your blog ^_^ “ AND “ YOOO those headcanons were good asffff !!! Do part 2 ??? I really liked them ! 💓❤️ “
You didn’t go to school, Tony thought it would be easier to just hire tutors and online school worked just fine. You and Tony do a lot of travelling, it was much better this way.
But that also meant you didn’t have many friends your age
Until Tony saw you watching a video online of “the amazing Spider-Man”
Tony wanted to recruit this boy
He could be helpful to the team
And Tony knows how to get information. Tony was able to figure out who was behind the mask after just a little bit of digging
Peter was ecstatic to be going to the residence of Tony Stark and the Avengers Compound
He was so happy to get a suit upgrade
*oh don’t mind peter and tony working on suit designs* *because you walk in*
“Hey, father, can I get onto your computer? Thanks, I want to change something in FRIDAY’s code.”
“(Y/N) NO DO NOT TOUCH FRIDAY!”
Peter like drops whatever he is working with because he is so stunned to be in the presence of yn stark
“Ooooh, who’s the kid?”
“yn this is Peter Parker-”
“Spider-Boy, right? I watch your videos on youtube.”
Peter is baffled that two people figured out his identity without even knowing him, well that or you saw the suit sitting in front of him
You picked up his goggles, “holy wowza no wonder you’re here you’re going to run into a wall with these things”
“I can see out of them perfectly fine…but i do need an upgrade” aka peter thinks you and tony don’t understand how his senses work but he wants to be around you so he admits he needs help
“yn would you like to help?” -tony
Peter dies on the inside because woRKiNg wITh YOu
You help a little bit but then have to leave because you have *important work* to do with Clint…aka montly intense cookie baking and dance off
Peter ends up staying around the base much more often. He has to train to be a superhero, as much as Tony doesn’t want him out there risking his life…Peter is stubborn and he has the powers to do it- might as well let him do it in a safer suit.
But Peter is catching eyes for you
He can’t help it
He wants to talk to you
Peter is v scared
And Tony can tell he feels this way. But Tony is stuck in between letting him calmly love you or telling him “stay away from yn” because tony doesn’t know how he feels 100% about Peter just yet
But the advances happen anyway
After months of him and you bonding over random, nerdy and cute things, he words up the courage to ask you on a date
you say yes, obviously, or this headcanon wouldn’t be a thing
So you two go to dinner and realize man we aren’t this fancy wanna go get ice cream
So now you two are dressed up like you’re going to a fancy restaurant when really you’re sitting in the middle of an ice cream parlor
But that’s ok, because it’s who you are
And this happens a few times.
Dates include random walks to photography outings to movies to pizza to swinging around the city to literally sitting in Peter’s apartment playing Scrabble
You come home one day and tell your father you and Peter are officially dating
He doesn’t know how to feel about it
He doesn’t say anything for like…ten minutes
Steve is in the room and is very happy for you and Peter, but is getting worried about Tony
“Tony…do you need to sit down? You’re losing all color in your face.”
Tony doesn’t say anything but slowly sits down on the chair. He should have seen this coming. (shut up pietro). He knows you two have been hanging out a lot and he has seen how much fun you guys have. Why is he so shocked?
After taking time to think it through and regaining the color in his face, he realized that it wasn’t shock from you two dating…he was shocked he was okay with it
You’re his baby girl!
He’s supposed to protect you!
How can he let some immature teenager attempt to look after you?
At least it’s like a superhero and not some random boy you met on the street
Tony sighs and gets his thoughts together. “Well, I’ve seen how happy you two are. Keep the happiness, it’s nice to see that”
“Thank you Mr. Stark.”
Tony has to force himself to stand up and by now Pepper is in the room and already filled in on the drama
“I better not catch you two kissing…or you have another thing coming!”
Pepper quickly rushes over and grabs Tony by the arm. “Shush, Tony, that’s their business.”
Pepper highkey loves that you two are together
She couldn’t be anymore happy
She had always wanted to hear you gush about your s/o, no matter if it was a girl or a boy! She just wanted to be there to hear about it.
And now she could
You two could sit up and talk for hours about nothing
And now you could fill her in on dates, because Peter is a fooking romantic who wants to give the best
“Last night he landed on my windowsill to give me roses but because he was swinging around so much, the petals flew off of all but one.” - you
Heart pounding. Head throbbing. Legs wobbly. Sight blurry. Body tired. And a fire burning inside your lungs, or at least that’s what it feels like.
The sun is about to reach it’s peak, in the middle of the sky, like the star on top of the christmas tree. It’s starting to get really warm as well, at least that’s what you think as you try to push forward, try to complete the task.
You have no idea where you are. You’re completely encircled by trees, that look exactly the same to you, except for ’the road’ that just never seemed to end. You briefly wondered if you even took the right direction, but you quickly concluded that it was unlikely that you didn’t, and that the thought was too scary to think of right now.
Summary: Dean has a nice conversation with his “Princesses.”
Warnings: talking about dragons and princesses and stuff (not sure if that’s a real warning but I’ll put it in case)
Word count: ~700
“Daddy, why is Uncle Sam taller than you?” a small voice asks, and it catches your attention almost immediately.
You look up at Dean and wait for his answer, wondering how he’ll try to explain this one.
“I’m not really sure, Princess,” he admits, and her little head cocks to the side in confusion. “He just is.”
“Will Sissy be taller than me?” she asks, setting down her watering can on the ground and looking over to where her younger sister was playing in some mud.
“Maybe, I’m not sure,” Dean answers, picking up the small shovel and rake she had set down earlier. “But it doesn’t matter if she is.”
“Because I’ll always be there for her,” your eldest daughter says with a nod. “Like you’re always there for Uncle Sam.”
He pauses for a second, her words making a smile grow on his lips. He looks over to you, as though trying to figure out where she would learn to say something like that, and you shake your head.
She figured it out all on her own, from watching her father interact with his brother.
“Daddy?” she asks, and he turns his attention to her once more.
“Yes, Princess?” he answers as she scoops up her watering can.
“I wanna be just like you when I grow up,” she says happily, trotting a few feet forward to water a small plant growing from the ground.
His heart constricts, and he smiles as he watches her trot forward a few more paces to water another plant.
“Why is that, Princess?” he prompts.
“Cause you plant flowers with me and have tea parties with me and cause you love Mama and Sissy a lot and because you’re so cool like Uncle Sam,” she explains, like it’s the most simple thing in the world. “And cause you love me.”
“Of course I love you,” he says in a thick voice, this conversation with his oldest daughter making his heart swell. “You’re my Princess.”
“Daddy! Wanna princess!” a smaller voice chimes, and he sees his younger daughter toddling toward him, her face, arms, torso, and legs covered in mud.
“You’re my Princess, too,” he presses a kiss to her forehead as she latches onto him. “You’re both my Princesses.”
“Mama you queen!” she chants, clapping excitedly, and he grins as mud splatters across her hot pink tutu that she had to wear to play outside.
“Yeah, Daddy! If we’re princesses, Mama has to be a queen,” his oldest proclaims, and he grins slightly.
“Is that so?” he directs the question toward you, where you lay tanning in the sun’s rays. You crack an eye open and look at him, raising an eyebrow.
“Damn right I’m a queen,” you mutter, sending him a knowing look.
“Mama queen!” your youngest chirps, and she races on chubby little feet toward you.
Dean watches as muddy handprints make their way to your clothes, a quiet groan leaving your lips at the mess.
“Daddy, I think Sissy isn’t a princess,” his oldest says, her nose crinkled slightly as she watches her younger sister. “She’s too muddy. Maybe she can be a dragon.”
“Princesses can get dirty,” he tells her, and she hums. She pauses for a moment, as though thinking about his words.
“No, Sissy is definitely not a princess,” she states once more, looking up to him sharply. “You can only have one princess and that’s me.”
“But what happened to always being there for her?” Dean asks, and she huffs as she picks up her remaining gardening tools.
“Well, I’ll always be there for her, even if she is a dragon and not a princess,” she says with ease.
“I think your Mama needs some help with the dragon, huh?” he asks, noticing how you were trying to keep your youngest entertained without getting too dirty.
“Yeah, Daddy,” she nods quickly. “You’re the knight, you have to save her from the dragon.”
“What will you do?” he asks as she gathers up her watering can and huffs.
“I’ve gotta try to turn the dragon into a princess again,” she says, and she hauls her watering can toward her sister, where she promptly dumps the water onto her sister.
And when his youngest starts to bawl at her sister’s actions, he knows that her idea of always being there for her was just slightly different than his idea of being there for Sam.
Can I just say how much… I really, really love writing Rhys and Mor? And maybe just take two seconds to chat about how underrated their relationship is? The more I write Rhys, the more I keep finding myself in these scenes with him coming to her, leaning on her, using her for help and advice whether he knows it or not. I think Rhys loves her so, so much. And I honestly believe that out of everyone in the IC, if Mor were to die it would hit him harder than anyone else (save Feyre, of course). They’ve grown up together, and he’s fought his entire life to give her independence and freedom, and I think Mor returns the favor when he lands on her balcony after the Mountain, and he sort of just… lets her keep being this shepherd in his life, helping him keep from fully unraveling. I think Cassian and Azriel aren’t the only ones who feel her endless warmth and spirit. Say what you will about the Cazigan dynamic in the books and who has to “shield” whom from Mor’s infectious spirit, but if you think about it, Rhys is exempt from that protection. He just gets to enjoy Mor for all she is, how selfless and supportive and encouraging, and she too gets to be there for her cousin who has empowered her and given her status and strength over her family, these things that make her into a queen. They’re friends. Really, really good friends and I think there is so much love between them that we don’t get to see a lot of in ACOMAF, but if SJM were to ever write the book as Rhys or elaborate on it, I think we’d be surprised just how much goes on between the two of them and how much he confides in her. And I think given how much they’ve gone through together… that’s just, I don’t know, really really special and I love it so much. It’s nice to see that even when the entire world and family around them falls apart, there is still this lovely little kernal of them left to lean on and it never goes away.