Not A Single Reliable Narrator In Sight

Do you like enemies to lovers because it’s hot or do you like enemies to lovers because you think of yourself as unlovable & unworthy of love and therefore like the idea of someone seeing all the worst in you right away and still falling in love with you anyways

your honor I think they would be great friends

Paralympian bucky barnes in target shooting getting the same “this guy is a hitman, this guy is definitely a hitman” response that that Turkish guy got, and then after going viral for that going viral for his adorably nerdy boyfriend

“You can’t consume problematic media!”

Maybe YOU can’t. I, on the other hand, have critical thinking skills and a lot of spite.

you know what, fuck you *unkills your character*

my swanqueen era is coming back

— tw: mentions of dr*gs, alcoholi*m, reh*b

Recovering drug addict and alcoholic Tony where everyone is almost ready to give up on him (or has given up entirely) until rehab aid, Deaf and Mute, Peter Parker is assigned to him. There's no frustated shouting, harsh words of reprimand, just gentle coaxing, understanding touches. There's no judgemental eyes just soft sad doe-like ones whenever he throws up or screams in frustration. Peter stays with him. Doesn't give up on him. Along the way Tony helps him too, enrolls him to speech recovery therapy, gets him checked out for possibilities to get his hearing back. It was so easy to help Peter. And little by little, the rehab aid became a friend, then a best friend, it gradually, slowly built until Tony realizes he had fallen for Peter. Hard. And he wants to be the best man for the kid.

Slowly but surely, his rehab went better than the past years, his withdrawal lessened, his body healthier. At the same time, he builds Peter a hearing aid, and Tony will always remember the look on his face when he first heard Tony's voice. With the help of the hearing aid and speech therapy, Peter gradually starts speaking again. His first work? "Tony." And god, Tony could've died happily when that first happened.

They took care of each other. Helped each other learn and grow. Until Tony can't do it anymore and confesses. He gets the sweetest "I love you too," in return.

He ends up marrying Peter a year later after his rehab. He wins countless rewards. His paper that he worked on with Peter regarding his condition got recognized. And when he wins a Nobel Prize, he stands at the podium, looking healthier than his previous years, gold ring on his finger as he says:

"First of all, I'd like to thank my life partner Peter Stark for helping me find my voice again. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be here— I'd probably be wearing something orange and doing a really hard time— but all thanks to him, he's given me reason to be better and be the best man to take care of him. I love you so much, Pete. Once again, My Mrs. Stark, everyone."

Peter trying his best to be sexy and seductive but Tony just finds it adorable and gives him cuddles and kisses. The boy is simply too cute and innocent.

“I’m trying to seduce you,” Peter pouts.

Tony smiles and kisses Peter’s hair, cuddling him tightly and speaking into his soft curls. “I’m seduced.”

“How?”

“You’ve got me wrapped around your little finger, you know that?”

Peter groans. “I want my mouth wrapped around your… you-know,” he mumbles shyly against Tony’s chest, blushing.

Tony laughs softly. “My what?”

“You know, Mr Stark.”

“If you can’t even say it how are you going to seduce me?”

“I thought you were already seduced?”

“By your cuteness,” Tony says softly, kissing Peter’s hair again.

Peter sighs but can’t help smiling. Maybe he’s not entirely ready for sex yet and that’s why he’s not “sexy” or “seductive”, but at least Tony doesn’t seem to mind right now. In fact, he seems to love Peter the way he is, and Peter can’t really ask for anything more.

Peter who’s never really been able to date because of his powers but tried not to talk about it because he’s insecure about it, and finds it embarrassing.

Virgin Peter who can’t even remember the last time he was kissed.

Peter who’s romantically and sexually stunted and knows it’s not healthy to get his emotional fulfillment from rom coms and books but that’s all he can do.

Peter who’s so naïve romantically, sexually. He knows of the horrors of this world and the universe but doesn’t know when he’s getting played.

Peter who gets so love sick with his crushes. Who yearns so badly, who can act on it for one reason or another but it’s so, so obvious. The wide eyes and loving looks, the sweet softness in his voice.

And the team knows it well by now, the phases of a Peter Parker super crush. The build up, when it hasn’t hit him yet but they’re watching him fall. The “she’s so nice” “he looks different, did he get a haircut?” “He’s so funny” phase. Then the crush itself. The crush that only grows deeper and deeper. The soft sighs, the head on his hand. The puppy dog eyes. The ‘obsession’. Maybe it’s brutal to call it that, but he becomes absorbed. And then the break. He realizes it’ll never happen and it breaks. And he’s sad, he’s mopey, little gives him joy. It’s an honest to god depression.

And when his newest crush is on Bucky, well. People talk. It’s the talk of the tower. It’s patronizing towards Peter and he doesn’t appreciate it.

Bucky noticed. Sure. Peter got more present. He’s everywhere suddenly. He’s sweeter, as if he wasn’t already the sweetest thing. He’s so obvious. Bucky can’t not notice it, even if he doesn’t acknowledge it more than a soft smile and a kind word.

Peters his friend- he’s all of their friend. And he’s the only one who seems to remember that fact right now.

It’s tactless, it’s disrespectful and worst of all it’s unkind. And he’s comfortable telling everyone to shut the fuck up about it.

The problem is, Peter’s thing… it’s working on him. Not that he can say it.

Bucky’s in the gym. It’s a hell of a gym in the tower. Sure weights aren’t doing a damn thing for half of them, but the facilities are immense. Super-heavy bags that he won’t knock off their stand, expansive facilities for sparring and mobility work and drills. There’s also a lovely meditation and yoga room.

And Bucky finally snaps one day in their little meditation circle. Some of them with… foggier brains like to meet regularly, meditate and commissariate. It’s a big group.

And Peter, sweet Peter, walks past the glass walled room on his way to the bags and grins and waves, sweet genuine Peter.

And that’s when the comments start. And Bucky’s had enough.

“Where are you going, Barnes?”

“To ask Peter out and shut everyone the fuck up” he grumbled.