I am NOT my father&#x27;s child.

theoowadamondo-deactivated20130

"Did you know who I was, when you took me home that night? And don't lie to me, Jason." He demanded. "God! I'm so tired of your family and your lies."

#murderousbird

stuffrpstuff

Put "You're a monster!" for my character's reaction.

I'm going to kill everyone and everything and I won't feel bad about it.

#ooc

Send me a "☆" if you think my muse has a great ass.

TL parked the car and got out. He grinned a little at he walked in. This was happening. He finally met someone he liked, he was going to tell Peter. This was it. The elevator up was entirely too long though. each second that it took to get...

He mumbled, a bit embarassed. "It's just a basic energy core....it's nothing that big. Just..." He bit his lip. "No. nono it's..it's dumb project." He tossed the little bug robot onto his bed, and it scrambled up to his pillows, a polaroid flicking out from under its foot. Peter went white, and moved to try and scramble for it.

Tim grinned when the other tried to down play his creation. He still was pretty impressed. It was light-weight and perfectly crafted. Glancing up when the other moved, he snatched up the picture from the floor. There was something familiar about it. Ah, it was the very ones from that infamous night. He didn't know the other had extra's. "You really do enjoy your own work I see." TL grinned, teasing the other. Still he was please to be the object of Peter's affection, especially because the brunette was the object of his.

marshyymom

Reblog if your muse has a dark side. Please.

I officially need to make a verses page. More stuff I'm not gonna get to for like a billion years. D:

#ooc

[Because I couldn't see this and not get in on it.] LT peaked around the corner to watch Conner talking to Peter. He let it go on for a moment longer; sort of just enjoying how Conner was making the other boy squirm uncomfortably, before leaning against the door frame and clearing his throat. "Brother dear, are you making my friend here uncomfortable? That's not very nice."

Conner smiled a bit as be looked back at TL with a bright smile. “TL go back to your room man I’m not done interrogating your boyfriend. I haven’t even gotten to the part where I bring out the small arsenal I have and clean it in front of Peter!”

He gulped. “Connor…I..my dad is Iron Man. Arsenals don’t scare me.”

"Um yeah… well I must also throw in there there’s an emp capable of leaving half of the us without power. Only for one use of course but you know."

"Conner, is that really necessary? I’m a big boy you know." Tim huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "If you’re done threatening my boyfriend, we have plans." TL really doubted it would be over to easily, but at least he tried to defuse the tension. That had to count for something.

Conner sighed as he just rested on the couch in defeat. “Maybe… do you like him? Like actually like him?” He asked closing his eyes and using his TTK to serve himself a glass of vodka.

#spideyparkerpeterman #thesonofluthor

Shit. He was cornered. The ocean blue eyes darted from his boyfriend to his brother. "Yeah. I do like him. And there aren't many people I can say that about in any capacity so, will you let it go already?" Tim said, grabbing the glass of vodka from Conner's invisible grip and downing it in one swig.

TL parked the car and got out. He grinned a little at he walked in. This was happening. He finally met someone he liked, he was going to tell Peter. This was it. The elevator up was entirely too long though. each second that it took to get to his destination, his ego deflated a bit. Parker hadn’t even liked him when they first me. He was probably just hanging out with TL for the laughs to pass boredom. Peter was going to change the world and Tim just lived for the right now, with no regard of the future ramifications of his actions. By the time the elevator door’s opened, his confidence was pretty low. Meekly, he entered the lavish building and looked around for Peter.

He all but bound across the open space to Tim, grabbing his hand and pulling him into his room. "Look!" He beamed. He had his latest project out on the table. It was just some dumb little robot, but he had spent hours on it. Luckily, he had hidden his suit. "I know it's not much, but..I wanted to show you."

TL's nervousness melted into sheer joy when Peter's hand took his own. He followed eagerly to the other boy's worktable. Sitting down, he examined the parted. "This is so sweet! What kind of core are you using? I should show you the one I made in Junior High for this battle bot competition." He exclaimed excitedly.

[Because I couldn't see this and not get in on it.] LT peaked around the corner to watch Conner talking to Peter. He let it go on for a moment longer; sort of just enjoying how Conner was making the other boy squirm uncomfortably, before leaning against the door frame and clearing his throat. "Brother dear, are you making my friend here uncomfortable? That's not very nice."

Conner smiled a bit as be looked back at TL with a bright smile. “TL go back to your room man I’m not done interrogating your boyfriend. I haven’t even gotten to the part where I bring out the small arsenal I have and clean it in front of Peter!”

He gulped. “Connor…I..my dad is Iron Man. Arsenals don’t scare me.”

"Um yeah… well I must also throw in there there’s an emp capable of leaving half of the us without power. Only for one use of course but you know."

#thesonofluthor #spideyparkerpeterman

"Conner, is that really necessary? I'm a big boy you know." Tim huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "If you're done threatening my boyfriend, we have plans." TL really doubted it would be over to easily, but at least he tried to defuse the tension. That had to count for something.

TL didn’t want to like Peter. It sort of just happened; somewhere between the barbed comments, scientific quips, and passionate insults Tim fell for his brilliant mind and sassy…

Tim’s lamenting

Tim’s lamenting

He blinked. He didn’t expect Tim to be ready so quickly.

[Text] Come upstairs. 25th Floor. Dads aren’t home so you’re fine.

He quickly scrambled out of bed, grabbing a plaid button down and skinny jeans, slipping on some slim sneakers and for a moment, reached for bodyspray. He paused. Why the fuck would he wear bodyspray?

TL parked the car and got out. He grinned a little at he walked in. This was happening. He finally met someone he liked, he was going to tell Peter. This was it. The elevator up was entirely too long though. each second that it took to get to his destination, his ego deflated a bit. Parker hadn't even liked him when they first me. He was probably just hanging out with TL for the laughs to pass boredom. Peter was going to change the world and Tim just lived for the right now, with no regard of the future ramifications of his actions. By the time the elevator door's opened, his confidence was pretty low. Meekly, he entered the lavish building and looked around for Peter.

TL didn’t want to like Peter. It sort of just happened; somewhere between the barbed comments, scientific quips, and passionate insults Tim fell for his brilliant mind and sassy attitude.

Soon he thought of the other boy during...

Tim’s lamenting

Tim's lamenting

He frowned a little as he looked at the texts. Tim was.....sarcastic. But he was laying it on thick. So was it serious? or...

oh my god what if.

[Text] That's right. I'm too cool for school. And I already ate.

He regretted pressing send, and dropped the phone on his face. Did he have to wear a suit? Or did Tim like what he called 'hipster chic"? Why was he even worrying about it?

He groaned.

[Text] Just come over, dumbass.

[Text: Parker] Okay. On my way. TL decided that his current outfit was good enough for the occasion. Black skinny jeans clad his legs, his chest covered by a white button down and gray vest. The Italian leather hiking boots might have been a bit much, as was the fedora, but Tim liked being the most stylish person in a room. The black Ferrari his brother bought him gets him into the burrows in fifteen minutes. TL is outside of Stark Tower with his shades on. He hopes there's no run-in with Peter's dads. That's the last thing he needs. [Text: Parker] I'm here.

Tim's lamenting

TL didn’t want to like Peter. It sort of just happened; somewhere between the barbed comments, scientific quips, and passionate insults Tim fell for his brilliant mind and sassy attitude.

Soon he thought of the other boy during the peaceful lulls of his day or even while at work. Many a time he...

Tim's lamenting

He had been lying on his bed, thinking about the same damned thing. When he got a text, he jumped. Mainly because Tim already had his own seperate text noise. His heart raced a little at the idea, but he didn't want to seem stupid. Or eager. So he waited.

[Text] Sounds ok. But I'm not a rave guy. Don't wanna go to that.

[Text] Museums another story.

He didn't even sit up. He just stared at his phone after he pressed send, waiting to see when it had been read. God, he was a fucking idiot. His dads warned him about...well about Lex. He was scared to meet the guy. He never wanted to. But...he secretly wanted it to be a thing Tim also wanted.

[Text: Parker] I'm surprised you've ever been to one. Look at you scoring some cool points. TL hopes the joke didn't offend his friend. Were they even friends? Peter hated him, but then stuff happened. Now Peter wasn't turning down a chance to see him. Did that mean they were together? Or just friends? Did being intimate mean a pass to friendship? [Text: Parker] No rave tonight. There's always another time. Did you eat yet? Tim sent the text and sat up. What to wear? Something that made him look presentable, but still fun. Nothing too flashy that would embarrass his date. Was this even a date?