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5 Times Tony Kissed Peter on the Cheek (1/5)

i’M SORRY I COULDN’T STOP MYSELF ITS A PROBLEM OKAY?

warning: major domestic fluff

After May’s untimely introduction to her nephew’s superhero life (which led to the third time Tony came to genuinely fear for his life), Peter and Tony found themselves spending more time with each other due to May’s request that Tony keep a close eye on her nephew. What started as daily text messages and weekly phone calls quickly grew into Peter sleeping over at the compound every other weekend. And for the first time in his life, Tony found himself following a morning routine.

Peter let out a huge yawn, stretching his arms above his head as he staggered into the kitchen. Tony’s lips quirked as he glanced up momentarily at the teen before turning back to the pancakes because he was not going to be burning them for the second day in the row.

“Good morning, kiddo.”

Peter mumbled an incoherent greeting as he walked past Tony, absentmindedly scratching at his hair as he went to rummage through the fridge. Tony watched from the corner of his eye as the kid, still half asleep, struggled to untwist the cap on the milk, and he was quick to swipe the jug away from the teen. Peter offered him a truly offended look coupled with a pout that tugged at Tony’s heart.

“Go sit down before you destroy this kitchen. I’ll get you some milk, okay?” Tony placated the teen, placing the gallon of milk on the other side of him, far away from uncoordinated spider baby hands.

Peter grumbled softly but made his way to the kitchen island, taking a minute to hoist himself up onto one of the chairs. Tony watched with a careful eye, ready at a moment’s notice to grab the kid if it looked like he was going to take a tumble. Thankfully, the kid got himself settled onto the chair, offering a proud grin over at his mentor. Tony rolled his eyes fondly.

Peter sat quietly for a second before shuffling around in the pocket of his pajama pants for his phone, turning it on and starting to swipe through his notifications.

A few minutes later he jumped when a plate of pancakes stacked high appeared in front of him, followed by a bowl of fruit and lastly a glass of milk.

“Soup’s on, kiddo!” Tony exclaimed, planting a quick kiss to Peter’s cheek then shaking a can of whipped cream using it to decorate Peter’s pancakes with a lopsided smiley face.

“Mister Stark!” Peter giggled, rubbing at his cheek.  

“It talks!” Tony teased, ruffling the boy’s curls. Peter huffed, trying to hide his smile as the man walked over to grab his neglected mug of coffee.

“Better start eating before it gets cold,” Tony pointed out as he walked back, taking a seat in the chair next to Peter.

Peter grabbed his fork, cutting up his pancakes as the other moved to grab his phone so he could continue scrolling through it as he ate. That was until Tony reached over, swiping his phone away from him.

“Wha-?!” Peter squealed, reaching over to grab his phone but Tony just pocketed it instead.

“No phones while at the dining table,” Tony reminded him, taking a sip of his coffee before pointing at Peter’s plate, “Finish your food first, kiddo, and then you can get it back.”

Tony smirked as Peter let out a huff and for a minute it looked like the teen was going to argue before he picked up his fork and started eating, offering Tony a half heart glared.

Tony grinned, taking a sip of his coffee.

Yeah, he had this parenting thing down.

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There is no argument, this scene is the best thing that infinity war has given us

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There when it matters

Here when it counts

Family forever

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39 terrormoo

Okay, getting a few more of these knocked out because I saw a kissing prompt I wanna do at the end of the month so I need to get the 20 of these I have out! 

39) “Please come home, I miss you” TerrorMoo

“How’s the weather over there today?” Brock pressed the phone to his ear while he slipped on his oven mitt, leaning down to open the oven currently holding the brownies he’d made hostage. 

“Ireland’s colder than I remember. Five days of this and I’m ready to chop my balls off cause they’re focking freezing.” He could hear the shiver in Brian’s voice as he huffed along the path to wherever he was going, and Brock rolled his eyes before he put the hot pan on their shared counter. 

“Don’t do that,” he scolded, wiggling the mitt off his palm while listening to the warming sound of Brian’s snicker.

“Why? You fond of em?” The teasing tone made Brock’s face heat up, knowing that the warm twist in his stomach was proof that Brian’s theory was partially true. 

“I’m fond of you.” He chose to answer with a safer response, but he knew from the grin he could hear in Brian’s voice that he read between the lines.

“Well, I’m quite fond of you too, sweetheart.” 

“Let’s hope you don’t feel the same about anyone over there.” The words came out before Brock could stop them, and he silently berated himself while glancing to his feet in guilt. He could hear Brian’s walk stop in it tracks, and Brock closed his eyes to ignore the flush of shame he felt crossing his cheeks. “Sorry, I-”

“Babe,” Brian’s voice was soft, losing any joke or tease to it when he pressed on. “You’re the one I want. Always. Being here isn’t going to change that.” 

“I know, that was dumb of me,” Brock replied, rubbing his eye with his hand while he continued. “We’re adults, not star crossed teenage lovers or anything. But every time I get you on the phone, I’m terrified you’ll come to your senses and find someone who just- sometimes I wanna just yell ‘please come home, I miss you’. Because I’m selfish. Because I’m insecure and dumb and- and because I do. I miss you so much.” 

“Fock, Brocky, how come you didn’t tell me this earlier?” Then he heard Brian’s feet picking up again, more spring to his step. “I’m going to get the first plane back home.” 

“Brian, don’t-”

“I’ve been miserable this whole time without you, but I’ve been staying away to give you space.” The admission made Brock blink, hand tightening on the phone he held in hope.

“Why would I want that?” 

“I don’t know, because I get annoying at times?” 

“What? Never!” 

“Then you better yer ass ready to come pick me up, because I’m getting my stuff from my parent’s house and I’m heading to the airport.” Brian’s command gave no room for arguing, not that Brock wanted to.

“I-I’ll be there,” he said instead, mind already racing with things he wanted to do when Brian got home. 

“I love you.” Brian’s words slowed the world for a moment, and Brock cradled the phone in his palm like it was his boyfriend’s cheek when he answered.

“Me too. I love you, too.” The words were still new between them, but in the moment, they felt too perfect to fumble over. 

“I’m coming home.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

And he would be. Always. 

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SOMETIMES I FEEL I’VE GOT TO

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“First Day”

 Bels here with the second part of that terrormoo collection of firsts thing! This one is a monster of a part, coming in at sixteen pages… jfc I’m too invested in this. Anyways, no warnings for this one, it’s still like 98% fluff with a 2% hint at past angst. Big big thanks to crim again for beta’ing (and for lurking in my document for like five hours straight so I actually wrote the damn thing.) This one takes place right after the “First Meeting” story that I recently reblogged, so if you haven’t read it yet and want the full context for this one feel free to check it out! I’m really proud with how this turned out so I hope you enjoy, folks!

(Later, they’d argue playfully over whether this was their first date.)

Morning came both far too soon and not quickly enough the next day, Brian grumbling at the abnormally early alarm screaming in his ear. A knock from the wall opposite had him sitting up with a groan, kicking off a half-lost sock and rubbing blearily at his eyes as he pulled open the connecting door.

“Wha- oh.”

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Libahunt: Chapter Eighteen

Gosh what a lovely Saturday I’m having. Except for being up early….and the pain in my back….and the lack of desire to do anything with my life…er…ANYWAYS. I hope that you’re all caught up and ready to read chapter eighteen. ^.^ Again, Tumblr is doing that stupid thing with the links so all of my Libahunt chapters don’t show up in any searches. You guys ROCKED it last week with the reblogs, and it really was amazing. <3 

So keep it up; do all artists and authors a favor: REBLOG THEIR STUFF. 

(This is especially important for comics or stories that have multiple chapters/pages)

Start at the beginning: Chapter One Most recent chapter: Chapter Seventeen

As always, a big old thank you to @avid-draws-stuff for the chapter cover! (yell at her, not me)

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this is so good crim!

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Ohmtoonz 10, 18, 12, 15?

Type: 10) Comforting kissesWay: 18) kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap Where: 12) In the bedroomReason: 15) Sad or hurt feelingsPairing: Ohmtoonz

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“First Meeting”

Hello! I’m back with a fic! An actual fic that is none of the things that I actually need to do but it is a fic regardless and I am happy with it! Shoutout to @crimsonbluemoon​ for beta’ing/leaving absolutely hilarious comments on it and promising me it isn’t shit. It’s more terrormoo, because I’ve been on a kick with them lately, and Grace aka @mssjynx​ shared this AMAZING prompt generator that inspired this and probably many other fics. BTW this is all fluff except for like implied past angst! A good way to start off the new year, I think. I know I’m posting this at a dumb hour but I hope you enjoy, folks!

(Their first meeting wasn’t exactly conventional.)

The night wasn’t supposed to be eventful.

But then Brian had walked out of his shitty motel bathroom with no cold water to find a kid sitting on his bed, heels kicking at the dangling blanket, and he’d stopped in his tracks.

For a long moment, he’d just stared at the young Asian boy, uncertain of what to say or even do. Where had the kid come from? Why had he come here, of all places? And why was he so fascinated by the popcorn ceiling that was almost definitely riddled with asbestos?

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I love dad Brock! This is so c u t e

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Tyler: do you ever think-

Craig: i try not to

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REBLOG IF YOU LOVE DOGS

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9 million people fucking love dogs

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Here we come 10.

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BREAK THE POST

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I’ve finally found it again

the elusive 10 million note post

they say no two people reblog it with the same original text

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Countdown to Love Part 2/2

Happy New Years Eve! I’m getting good at posting these at the right time ^.^ I hope that you’re ending 2017 on a good note (I’ve seen all of the love and appriciation with the Nogla thumbnail contest, keep it up!) and that you’re looking forward to 2018. I know I am! So, for now, exjoy this conclusion of MiniCat’s story. 

You can find part one here

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i c R I E D

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Countdown to Love Part 1/2

Hello again! Thank you to everyone who has been super supportive and reading my stories! I will be posting chapter three of Want You (Check out the other chapters here) soon, but I said I was going to do a MiniCat story next, so here you guys go! 

Disclaimer: In this story, the boys are all the same age. Normally I don’t do that, but for the plot, it was necessary. Sorry if this bothers you!

Plot: When Craig moves into a new neighborhood, he meets Tyler, a boy his age who he instantly clicks with. Throughout the years, the boys celebrate everything together, but it’s one holiday that will forever change their lives. With love on the line, will Craig be able to figure out the truth behind his feelings for Tyler? Or will time run out for the both of them?

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