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AO3 works tagged ‘Peter Parker/Tony Stark’ Soar4YourDreams

by Soar4YourDreams

At age fifteen, Peter Parker presented as an Omega- one of the rarest second gender designations known to man. According to the letter he received in the mail less than a week ago, he has until December 26th to find an Alpha who will take legal custody of him when he turns eighteen in August. What happens when he finally realizes that the right one has been there and waiting all along?

Words: 1405, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

A/B/O-No Chapter 4

Summary: “You’re not going to start humping my leg, are you?” 

Tony happily hums at the suggestion. “Do you want me to?” 

“I have a spray bottle where I can reach it.” 

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

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Chapter 4: Building Endurance

Tony was as overprotective and controlling in this verse as he had been in Peter’s, and wouldn’t agree to more than four weeks on the drugs, at least not without a break. He claimed there still wasn’t enough data on it as most Omegas wanted to mate. 

“Uh huh. Surrre they did,” Peter mutters to himself lying under the twin bed sized 4D printer, elbow deep in wires. Perhaps a countdown to when he has to come off the suppressants will give him an extra sense of urgency to find a way home. 

Tony and Peter had been friends ever since they had first met at a playground when they were five years old. They’d stuck together through thick and thin; from Peter losing his uncle during a drug store robbery, to when Howard killed himself and Tony’s mom while driving drunk. Nothing had come between them in the decade they had known each other. 

So when Tony found evidence on Obadiah Stane’s computer about organizing a hit on him in order to gain control of SI before he could claim his inheritance and start on his plans to leave the weapons business behind, he immediately went to Peter for advice. Tony told him about what had started as a bit of fun to see what embarrassing things his mentor had as his internet history had turned into a shocking betrayal and a horrifying discovery that shook the foundation of everything he knew. But luckily for Tony he had Peter to anchor him and it wasn’t long before they had a plan of action figured out. It meant that they needed to get Ned and MJ involved but the pair were more than happy to help when they saw what Stane was planning. The man had gone to all the trouble of organizing a plan to kill Tony so MJ suggested why not use that same plan against him. It would just be a waste otherwise.

It wasn’t until three years later that they finally had the means to protect each other and to possibly provide the means to exert their control over others to avoid another Stane, extremis.

And with Tony’s new iron armors that he and Peter created for themselves (as well as plans of armors for Ned and MJ if they ever wanted them but that was it, no one else could be trusted) they could truly protect each other from a world that seemed so intent on harming them. Just in time it seemed, with the annoyance that was SHIELD raising its head once more with a new ‘superhero’ team being sent out to stop them. The Avengers, or some equally ridiculous name, was what the pair thought they were called. 

Honestly after they dismantled the organization following Tony and Ned discovering that they were basically Hydra with a new name both Peter and Tony thought that would be the last anyone heard of them. But no, they had to be difficult and send out some poor saps to stop them from ‘taking over the world’ or some such nonsense. Tony and Peter were just wanting to make the world safe couldn’t SHIELD understand that. Yet there was SHIELD’s Captain America lookalike (or clone Tony wasn’t sure) declaring them villains

. And sure their plans could be heavy handed sometimes but they ran everything past Ned and MJ anyway as they knew that the pair would provide a more calm and level headed viewpoint (Both Peter and Tony knew that they could get carried away) and they never really objected to any of their goals

“Buck! Wait!”

The sound of the rain is deafening around them, and Buck’s silhouette is almost impossible to see through the heavy curtain of water falling down on Los Angeles even though he’s standing at most  ten feet away from Eddie.

Eddie’s clothes are plastering to his body uncomfortably, and he immediately longs for the warmth and the safety he just left at the station. But Buck is running, running, running away, and Eddie won’t be left behind. It’s been long enough now. It’s time they start acknowledging that they’ve been walking together all along.

It’s time they start acknowledging the obvious. The inevitable.

Here, under the heavy fall of the worst storm their city has seen in decades, it’s time to let the truth of who and what they are drown them.

“Where are you even going?” Eddie shouts to be heard above the noise of the rain, lengthening his stride to catch up with Buck. “We still have two hours left on our shift.”

Finally close enough to Buck, Eddie extends his arm to grip Buck’s wrists with his hand, touching him with intent, gently enough to hurt, strongly enough to soothe. Eddie has touched Buck countless times before, and yet this time proves to Eddie that he’ll never have touched Buck enough. Not ever. No matter how long they have on this Earth together.

Though he stops on his tracks, Buck doesn’t turn around to face Eddie.

Under Eddie’s hand, Buck’s wrist is rigid, and there’s a small tremble Eddie can feel running through his arm that could be due to the cold seeping into Buck’s bones and grabbing a hold of him but isn’t.

It’s the anticipation, Eddie knows. He can feel it from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. It’s like being hit by a million bolts of lightning one after another after another, until the electricity has stopped and restarted your heart so many times you feel like you’re immortal.

“Why did you run?” Eddie asks, tugging on Buck’s arm once, twice, three times.

Finally, Buck turns his body just enough that Eddie can see his profile. His eyes are closed, and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth. Buck’s nose is slightly scrunched, and a drop of water clings stubbornly to the tip of it.

Eddie loves him.

Oh, how Eddie loves him.

And here, under this cleansing water, Eddie feels nothing but joy and exhilaration and wonder over it.

The depths of his feelings for Buck are as unexplored as the depths of all the oceans, as unknown as the limits of the universe. But there’s nothing scary about that. There’s nothing scary about storms, or earthquakes, or tsunamis, or mudslides, or heartbeats, not as long as they happen when Eddie is next to Buck.

“Why did you run?” Eddie repeats, even though he knows the answer to his own question.

A second of silence passes between them, even though the world is anything but silent around them.

“If I had stayed…” Buck pauses his words and he opens his eyes, locking his gaze on Eddie’s as he speaks. “If I had stayed, I would have kissed you right there and then.”

Eddie tightens his fingers around Buck’s wrists, taking half a step forward. It’s the first step of the rest of his life. Small but so meaningful. Time will teach you that’s how you build a life, a family, a home. Taking half steps until you’ve walked miles. Taking half steps until you’ve reached the person who was taking half steps to meet you right in the middle.

“You should have stayed,” Eddie says, his voice barely loud enough to be heard over the pounding of the rain.

Buck hears him anyway. Of course he does.

Taking half a step towards Eddie, Buck closes the distance between them and crashes their mouths on a desperate kiss.

A clap of thunder makes the Earth shake around them as soon as their lips have met.

Buck’s free arm wraps around Eddie’s waist, and Eddie moves his available hand to grasp the back of Buck’s head, his fingers tangling in the long, wet curls at the nape of Buck’s neck.

They’re drowning, they’re drowning, they’re drowning.

They’re saving each other. Sharing breaths, sharing oxygen, sharing life.

With his tongue inside Buck’s mouth, and his lips dragging against Buck’s, and their bodies so close they could melt into each other until they were nothing but a single human being, Eddie shivers.

The rain keeps falling down around them, mercilessly, turning Los Angeles into a death trap, threatening to sound the alarms of every fire station in the area for forever.

As he kisses Buck, Eddie thanks the heavens that the drought is now over.  

self + hope

Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light, Richard Siken

— Keith Miller

"my darling,

you will never be unloved by me

you are too well tangled in my soul"

evan buckley

Scientists have discovered how to make glow-in-the-dark cats by inserting the jellyfish genes that create fluorescent proteins into feline eggs.

I needed to check that this was real, and apparently, it is. What’s more, the end goal in these experiments was to fight feline AIDS, creating glow-in-the-dark cats was a side effect. That might be the greatest sentence I write this year.

Ok, so the short version is that scientists want to insert a Useful Gene. But they have no way of knowing if the Useful Gene actually got incorporated into the cat’s (or other animal’s) DNA. So they glue the Glow Gene to the Useful Gene. If the animal glows, both genes got inserted successfully.

Yes! Pretty much every glow in the dark science animal is that way because of the above! A lot of people don’t get that, and think scientists are just screwing around and doing slightly irresponsible things with animal DNA just cuz they can. That’s not the case at all

#We all need a platonic soulmate like Steve 

9-1-1 ▸ EVAN BUCKLEY

Thor Ragnarok (2017)

I want dramatic pining as much as the next guy, but do you know what would also be great? comedic pining.

Give me Eddie knocking stuff over. Give me Eddie forgetting how to stand and doing that weird awkward thing where you try to lean on things and look like a normal person but ultimately just look way more unnatural. Buck’s always the fumbler, give me Eddie looking stupid. Switch it up. Like, on one hand, I don’t fully think he’d be nervous around Buck, I mean, it’s still Buck, but on the other, he might be nervous for the sake of trying so hard to look like nothing’s changed that he overcompensated WAY too much, yk?

Anyways, I think Eddie deserves to look like an absolute dumbass. Maybe even walk into a room, see Buck smiling in a way that he does not trust his reaction to be discreet, and spin on his heels. Again, not like avoidance or full nerves because it is still Buck to him, but just a little bit of that action.

do you ever just feel like a little insane about how there was no narrative purpose to having eddie come home to buck after his date from ana or for eddie to be inserted in the middle of buck and taylor’s treasure hunt shenanigans or for buck to react the way he did after eddie got shot and for eddie’s primary concern in the aftermath of it all to be buck’s self-worth problems or for the thing to initially trigger eddie’s panic attacks to be someone referring to ana as christopher’s mother or for buck to be there when ana came to the firehouse with chris or for both of their respective relationships to fail or for buck to be shown helping eddie repair his walls or for buck’s revelation about love and what he wants in a relationship to be written in a way that was the clearest echo of everything he’s built with eddie ? no narrative purpose or sense, other than the very clear and intentional purpose of laying the foundation for their relationship? because i do. i do feel a little insane about it sometimes

Buck is not a tactile person, at least not in the way we think.

I know in fanon and fanfics, many of us (especially me) love to imagine Buck as someone who constantly presses these small touches into the ones he loves. Except, he doesn't.

Don't misunderstand, Buck thrives on physical affection. Some of his happiest moments are when he receives that form of love. Except, when he gives it, it's almost always under a specific condition.

Buck waits for near-explicit consent.

Hear me out:

It's not as if he doesn't touch people, but it's very much a needed-as situation on the job and then rare occasions such as celebrations with the team. And again, it's never those small, mindless touches of someone who just wants to physically feel someone they care for.

Even in the scariest moments, he waits.

And we can infer he accepted her permission because we see Buck this terrified for a loved one the very next season. Except, he doesn't get any request for comfort or form of consent then.

They're both obviously in critical condition. Both need medical attention immediately. Yet, Buck takes the time to hug and comfort Maddie because she asked for it.

He clearly doesn't mind either option. He's overjoyed just to see them alive. And that's the point. For Buck, these interactions aren't about him. Which is why he doesn't actively pursue them. (Not saying he shouldn't. I, personally, think he should.)

This is a perspective I think many authors can take advantage of when writing fanfiction.

I am not saying to stop writing Buck as openly tactile. I'm saying write both. Write either. Write it all. I need more of this when I search my ship.

And in case you didn't know, EDDIE is the one more openly, physically affectionate between the two of them. 100%. But that's a separate post if you want it.

Also, Buck does not hold these standards when it comes to Chris. Also another post.

Bonus :

The only time I could actively remember Buck touching Eddie without consent (when he wasn't saving his life). Season 2x14 "Broken". This wasn't the first time Eddie had been in danger, but it was the first time he was in danger without Buck there. They were ready to run into the house after he didn't respond on the radio. Eddie came out after his "Spiderman" routine, saving a child in the process. Buck couldn't help himself.