Thinking About This Again

Bucky, walking past a Barnes and Nobles: woah this place is still around? No shit

Peter: yeah there’s like a dozen of them in the city alone. They’re like, everywhere. Like there’s a monopoly.

Bucky, freezing: are you shitting me?

Peter: no…?

Bucky: Peter. The ‘Barnes’ in that name is a Barnes-Barnes. Like, my uncle.

Peter: you’re shitting me

Peter:… do your family was like-

Bucky: Peter, I had a car. In 35. In the depression.

Peter: right. Okay then. What do I do with this information?

Bucky: fuck if I know. I’m gonna make some calls and see if my stocks from 45’ are still floating around somewhere.

People usually do a double take when Quentin introduces Peter as his boyfriend. Look, he gets it. He’s a 38 year old renowned UFC fighter dating a baby-faced 20 year old who’s still in college. It’s not just that - Quentin’s known for his penchant for violence. When he’s in the ring, he really fucking brawls. He’s got a temper, borne from years of having to endure his shithead of a dad and even if he’s been in therapy for it, it’s still a lot to deal.

The first time he had crossed paths with Peter, it was in a parking lot with Quentin sporting a bloody nose from a brawl with a bunch of drunken assholes. He’s pretty sure he’s got a cut above his left eyebrow, the blood from his nose is staining the front of his shirt and suddenly, there’s a boy squatting down in front of him, peering worriedly at Quentin.

“Shit, mister, that looks bad. Do you need me to call the ambulance?”

This complete stranger had then accompanied Quentin to the A&E, not even thrown off by the fact that Quentin had more or less caused some serious damage to three other men.

“…so, do you like to fight? That was, like, pretty crazy what you did back there.”

“…you don’t know me?”

“Uh, no. Am I supposed to?”

That night, Peter finds out that he’s the Quentin Beck.

“Oh man, sorry. I don’t really follow the UFC. You’re not gonna beat me up for not knowing you, right?”

Quentin laughs.

Peter is a fucking saint. Wouldn’t hurt a fly, and he’s all please(s) and thank you(s) and he’s basically the best fucking thing that’s happened to Quentin. He’s gentle in ways that Quentin is rough and quick to fly off the handle, the anchor that keeps Quentin from causing some real damage to others when he’s pissed. Peter’s into games and reading, gets really excited about theories and methods of physics, and yeah, it’s fucking cute when he starts rambling.

And gentle sweet Peter is an absolute minx when they’re in bed, so easily aroused by how Quentin is so much broader and bigger than he is. What he does for a living means that he stays in pretty good shape 24/7, and Peter loves that Quentin can just rough him around and really manhandle him.

There’s just something about Peter that calms the chaos and suppressed rage that lurks in Quentin, being with him centers Quentin in a way that makes him feel like he’s capable of doing anything.

Also, Quentin goes crazy feral when his baby turns up at his matches, yelling and hooting with the rest of the crowd - “You got this, baby! Fuck him up!”. It’s adrenaline like no other because yeah, he fucking loves showing off for his boyfriend.

logan seeing a picture of wade pre-mutation

he has a weird moment of “why tf is there a picture of that nicepool douche in my house” before he Realizes

and wade is like “oh great now That’s gonna be in his mind forever, what i used to look like before the ground beefing of it all, just what i fuckin needed” and he makes a joke (shocker) to stave off how insecure he is

“i was trying to make lepers fashionable, jokes on me i guess”

and logan just eyes the photo and says, “you look weird.”

wade’s Shocked. he was a fucking Looker back then, thank you very much. “there’s just no winning with you, is there?” he asks.

and logan turns the photo over and over in his hands, dis-fucking-pleased, before he flicks it back from whence it came. and he looks at wade, all green-eyed disarming honesty, and says, “i like my version better.”

and if wade didn’t Know logan, didn’t know the shine in his eye and the sincere timbre of his voice, he’d call bullshit. no one in their right mind would prefer him Now to the Him of 2016, right? nessa only put up with it because he was kinda grandfathered into that relationship and she liked his insides as well as his outsides (hey-o)

but he does know logan, and he knows that logan doesn’t mince words or sugarcoat Anything in the name of “sparing feelings,” so he sits there, digesting the compliment like gas station sushi — which is to say, not fucking well at all.

to make matters worse (or, well, better, he guesses) he finds a picture of Him Now and logan from nessa’s new year’s eve party magnetized to the fridge the next day.

it’s poorly lit, illuminated only by shattering fireworks overhead and a few yellow streetlights, and they’re both clearly smashed — wade’s eyes are glassy and red, logan’s cheeks are flushed, and the finer details of their faces have been smudged away thanks to shaky camerawork.

but they’re happy. wade looks happy — he’s smiling, a big, fat, candid grin, like he’d been laughing, and logan’s kissing his cheek, unashamed. he’d been wade’s first new year’s kiss in a long fucking time.

he buys a frame for that picture - a sparkly pink monstrosity from goodwill - and gives it a home on the nightstand next to their bed. and yeah, whatever, on bad days he looks at it and thinks eugh, still, because goddamn francis really did a number on him —

but most days, he’s just happy he gets to be that guy in the picture at all. the guy logan howlett stayed for. the guy logan kissed in front of dozens of people.

logan’s version.

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Peter watching 30s and 40s movies with Bucky because it makes him so happy and he love making Bucky happy, loves seeing him laugh and smile so freely.

Peter watching 30s and 40s movies with Bucky and realizing this is the kind of romantic Bucky is. This is the way he tries to romance Peter. This is how he loves, a grumpy man with a soft heart for the one he loves.

sorry for finding it hot when people's hair goes grey. as if im wrong

peak philosophy in ao3 tags

Nobody:

Literally nobody:

Tony, poking Bruce: Let the Hulk out already, I wanna do experiments and you’re being boring.

Prompt:

Tony never visits his parents graves. To many memories.

But one day he was out with Happy, on his Mother's birthday they neared the cemetery where they were buried. And he felt a strong urge to go there.

Even though he hasn't been here since the funeral he knows exactly where to go. Which is a surprise considering how plastered he was for it.

But what he isn't expecting is for someone to be at the tomb stones, cleaning it. Talking a mile a minute as if there was a live person there. Scrubbing and getting some of the grime off the headstone.

" I'll make sure to bring some flowers or plants next time I'm here. I just couldn't pass up the chance to NOT clean your headstone. You would think the grounds keeper would take better care. But since I was already here cleaning up, Uncle Ben's might as well fix you up too. Your son is doing great work, you know that? Course you do. But still I read his latest paper and it's really neat. I wonder if I could tweak some of the"

And that is how Tony met one Peter Parker.

Is that how God feels? Are we all just God's original characters?

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