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[starkerxstarker]

Everyone knows that Tony and Peter are dating except for them.

Denial fill for @starkerfestivals​ 2022 Summer Bingo

[ursafootprints]

Do you have any starkercest recommendations? Was there anything in particular that inspired your starkercest fic?? Asking because it’s the best I’ve ever read in that trope (and in general, tbh) :)

Awww thank you so much! I'm so glad you enjoyed it 💖 The sequel is a good 90% done at this point, but it does need a heavy editing pass, so we'll see when I actually get it posting-ready, haha.

Honestly for you should never cross my mind I was mostly inspired by my own observation that the majority of Starkercest fics seem to be no-powers AUs, which I always find interesting since I think there's so much potential in taking canon's father-figure-Tony-Stark subtext and making it Text! All the layers of Peter idolizing Tony, wanting to impress him and live up to his expectations (and live up to his legacy!) just get heightened with Tony as his actual dad, and then taking that and putting it in a Starker context? Y u m m y. (And then because I'm me I went and added another layer of spicybadwrong with the identity porn/deception element, haha.)

As for Starkercest recs! These actually do have Peter and Tony as heroes:

@unsettledink has a handful of great Starkercest fics, and I'm gonna call out Indefensible in particular as a fave! Omegaverse with omega Peter going through his first, unexpected heat.

loved you all along by purplecatsweater is another omegaverse Starkercest with a fuck-or-die-esque twist.

Aaaaand then getting much darker and further afield from canon (mind!! the tags!!!) but also very hot:

Created (Then Drilled and Invaded) by Limejuicer, established relationship omegaverse with a Peter who hasn't presented yet.

I'll Always Be Your Baby by marose, mob boss Tony and dark Peter, bonus points for being one of those fics I enjoyed heartily despite containing some kinks that are mild squicks for me, haha.

Thank you for the ask! 💖

[alchemistoftheend]

Pageturner (Case #0132806)

Pre-Statement

Statement of Dominic Swain, regarding a book briefly in his possession in the winter of 2012.

Original statement given June 28, 2013

Date of Event: November 10, 2012

Statement

Dominic found a book bound in (maybe) leather with the title Ex Altiora on the spine in faded gold letters

Seems old and likely handbound

From the library of Jurgen Leitner

“several black and white illustrations – woodcuts I think – each showing a mountain or a cliff or in one picture what appeared to be an empty night sky”

“I felt an odd sensation when I looked at that image as though, simple as it was, I was about to fall into it”

He’s in the theatre and smelling ozone but cannot pinpoint the source

There are about 12 illustrations

mostly mountains and cliffs

one appeared to be a tower, looming over the surrounding countryside at an odd angle, with tiny birds just visible circling the summit

One was an empty sky; few stylised stars

“I just couldn’t look at it for too long. It seemed to open forever, nothing to do but fall into it”

The music is also getting a lot more intense as he discusses the woodcuts

Latin fell out of favour as a language for academic texts in the 18th Century. Since then it has only really used for religious texts but the book certainly didn’t look like it was full of prayers. (Again this felt important 🤔)

The only relavant information online was a listing on EBay

titled “Key of Solomon 1863 owned by MacGregor Mathers and Jurgen Leitner”

won by deactivated user grbookworm1818

Leitner had been a big name during the 1990s; a Scandinavian recluse whoc custom bound or paided authors write books for him

He dropped from public view around ‘95, but he used to have extensive dealings with Pinhole Books, and gave me the details for Mary Keay, who owned it.

More dizziness and that ozone smell

Mrs. Keay is a very old, thin woman with a clean shaven head, complete covered in tattoos of some script

A son named Gerard Keay who’s often looking for Leitner books

On Mary’s desk was old papers, fishing wires, safety razors, and a picture of an eye

Incredibly detailed, almost photo realistic, with patterns and symmetries that formed into a single image

Written below it were three lines, in fine green calligraphy: “Grant us the sight that we may not know. Grant us the scent that we may not catch. Grant us the sound that we may not call.”

Gerard made the painting

Mary’s Leitner book was written in Sanskrit

did this book just summon a pile of BONES😨

The books change when they pass through shadows

“The woodcuts were starker, somehow, and in the background of each there were new lines, thick and dark, stretching down from the sky. And then I came to the picture of that empty night, but now it had a stark, branching pattern carving through it. A pattern I recognized”

The pattern is known as the Lichtenberg figure. It shows the diverging paths of electricity on an insulating material

He saw those patterns on the back of his childhood friend, Micheal Crew, who had been struck by lightning because of him.

powerful ozone smell, cut through with the scent of cooking meat

Gerard Keay is at this man’s house

a man in a long, dark leather coat. His hair was dyed an artificial black, and he had the unshaven look of someone who hadn’t slept in a couple of days

Mary Keay died in 2008 due to a supposed overdose, but it was judged a murder due to “extensive post-mortem mutilation”

Large pieces of her skin had been peeled away, and hung up to dry on fishing wire, all around the room 😧

Gerard was tried, but some kind of in inadmissible evidence was found clearing him

just casually set this man’s trash on fire 😐

The ozone smell did stop though

Post-Statement/Thoughts

Leitner was already a case in the Magnus Institute

There was some kind of incident with his library in 1994

all the books from Leitner’s library have been custom editions of known texts on dæmonology or the arcane

The skin that was hanging had Sanskrit written over them in permanent marker

John has distain for Leitner that u can hear in this voice

Apparently Ex Altiora translates to “from higher things or from higher goals”

I like to believe this could be in relation to a god/deity of some kind

in one picture what appeared to be an empty night sky/I felt an odd sensation when I looked at that image as though, simple as it was, I was about to fall into it”

When I tell u that this is the MOST BLATANT DESCRIPTION of the The Vast that I’ve ever heard I mean it 😤

Betting money on that 💰

“Key of Solomon 1863 owned by MacGregor Mathers and Jurgen Leitner”

King Solomon was a figure from the known for his wisdom and wealth and son of David and Bathsheba

His epithet was “Solomon the Wise”

He also built the first temple in Jerusalem

This temple might match the description of the tower in the woodcut

It mentions toward the “end” of his story that in Solomon’s later years he departed from the worship of god and adopt other idolatries

won by deactivated user grbookworm1818

GR alsolutely stands for Gertrude Robinson

The Institute was founded in 1818

And I assume a bookworm would be interested in reading through archived statement or maybe she just likes books

There was an “Incident of ‘94” and Leitner seems to have fallen out of the public zeitgeist in 1995

Gerald and Mary Keay??? Maybe they were resurrected or cheated death or faked their death i really don’t know however when taking about Mary, Sanskrit keeps coming up

The Eye painting obvious has something to do with the entity but I’m gonna focus on the caption

Grant us the sight that we may not know. Grant us the scent that we may not catch. Grant us the sound that we may not call.”

Someone (presumably Gerard Keay since he made the painting) is asking or making a plea to a god, let’s say The Eye for the sights, scents, and sounds that they cannot perceive

The Eye itself, I assume is an omniscient god but as I type this I wonder what god could not have omniscient and still be considered as such

Also what about taste and touch, omniscient means all-knowing so why have those two been left out

I don’t know how’d you portray that in an audio but my point still stands

Finally, when Dominic passed his book through the shadows he describes how the image of the woodcut got starker with now visible Lichtenberg patterns

Dominic recognized these patterns bc of an incident with his friend Micheal Crew, who was struck by lightning and now has scars across his body with this exact pattern

The book is absolutely associated with The Vast but the Lightning imagery is also associated with him so I don’t actually know what this means but I’m sure there’s a connection somewhere that I can’t articulate

Also adding that lighting is associated with the sky

[snowstark]

In which Tony is a tease whenever he goes on a business trip—if he can’t touch his baby, then Peter can’t touch himself either. He still asks every day, though.

@tonyspeters and i were talking about Tony mocking his baby with the “🥺” emoji and... well... it got stuck in my head. credit goes to @tonyspeters for the idea! <3

[itfeelssogoodmrstark]

“So what. Am I a babysitter now?”

“Tony, we need him,” Fury replies almost instantly.

“What about Natasha?” Tony asks. Natasha should be free to do an undercover mission. The last time they spoke she was talking about the lack of interesting opportunities. There’s no way she would say no to this.

“We need Peter.”

“He’s practically still wearing diapers!”

“Quentin has a type. We need Peter.”

Tony groans. His eyes travel from Peter’s head to his legs. 

Peter looks like a kid – is a kid – his face and his hands have no scars. Not the way Tony’s do. How are they supposed to catch a drug lord, if Tony has to take care of someone who just finished school?

“So is he going to play my son or what?” Tony asks. Fury is quiet for a bit. A long enough bit for Tony to get two and two together.

He groans again.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Listen. Quentin’s type I mentioned? That’s young, pretty and married. You and Peter will play husbands.”

Tony can feel Peter’s eyes burning into his back. He turns around to look at the kid again. Peter raises his hand and waves at him.

This is going to be a total disaster.

[sadachmesarthim]

For the sentence starters I need 16 and 34 please!

this has porn in it, so ur all aware. links are sfw, text is not

for you, my dear, anything. sorry it took so long, i'm giving you what i have now. 'm gonna come back to it n do a second part when i can 😘

song for this one is UGH! by the 1975

@longlivestarker some light plug content 4 u! @bluestarker i love u for this one

he’s got peter pinned, yet again overtaking the younger superhero. they’d been training for a few hours at this point, and both were feeling the effects of such an intense workout.

it was tony that insisted they all start rigorous combat training. after stitching the universe back together, a good majority of the avengers realized they weren’t exactly cut out for extraterrestrial hand-to-hand.

peter honestly didn’t see the point. he was stronger than anyone there, faster. he could swing or run away if he really needed to... but tony continued to hound him over it. he caved, finally, after a solid two weeks of pestering from the older man. he only conceded when tony’d promised to leave him alone after one (1) trial session.

one session turned into two, then four, and quickly became several hours every single day. peter really wasn’t complaining at that point, though - it was a great opportunity to get tony shirtless, and he genuinely was getting better at kicking ass unaided. street vigilantism doesn’t really facilitate developing finesse, and he enjoyed sparring without consequences. what could he say, he loved teachable moments.

apparently a bit too much, from the position he found himself in.

tony might have been a “normal” human man - no super strength or enhanced awareness to give him an edge over his coworkers. what he *did* have, though, were eyes, and enough situational awareness to pick up on the kid’s sudden enjoyment of their previously 'useless' training time. his exposed, sweaty form did quite a bit to the young man in front of him, and tony wasn’t upset about it. like, at all. quite the opposite, actually - why else would he have been so adamant about being the person peter trained with?

but now, having pinned peter’s wrists to the floor in an attempt to subdue him, tony was rethinking his motives decision.

the sight of peter below him - drenched in sweat, pink and red embarrassment quickly overtaking his cheeks, his ears, his neck... absolutely helpless and trembling in tony’s grasp...

he found himself hard. this wasn’t the way his tuesday was supposed to go, but jesus, he wasn't complaining.

and peter, christ. the poor kid. tony could feel the piqued interest under his hips, peter visibly trying (and failing, miserably) to restrain himself from pushing up into the presence above him. he whimpered, soft and pathetic, like he was begging for tony to stop and keep going and fuck, do anything, please, all at once.

tony smiled, entertained by his desperation. “come on, kid. i know for a fact you can be louder than that.”

peter groaned. it was overwhelming, so much and not enough all at once, and oh my god tony was on top of him. tony was grinding back down on peter’s dick and enjoying it. his flush deepened, a desperate ‘nggh, oh fuck, god, tony, please’ wrenching itself from peter’s throat before he could think to stop it.

"love the noises you make, pete, fuck. you gotta slow down, though, baby, and tell me what you want." tony continued directing as much smooth pressure he could down toward the writhing figure beneath him, laughing lightly. peter sounded delicious like this, so fucking needy, & tony wasn’t planning on letting him up any time soon.

peter, already way too frustrated and way too turned on, took the opportunity when he saw it - just as tony was shifting his hips backward, peter thrust up, hooking an arm around tony's elbow and using the leverage to flip their positions.

"can't just pin me here & tell me to slow down. don’t start something you can’t finish, old man.” heat flooded through tony at the quip - he wasn’t prepared for the display of power, for the sass. this was so much better than what he’d planned for, so much better than the writhing & submissive boy he'd had just a few seconds ago.

“i know you like this, baby, but i think you’d like it a lot more if we took off our clothes.” and christ, peter did. he liked seeing tony underneath him - liked feeling his ass pressing against tony's cock, clothed or otherwise. but the idea sounded phenomenal - getting tony out of those stupid fucking track pants, being able to feel so much more.

he released tony's hands, allowing him to reach down and undo the tie at his waist. peter did the same, sitting up on his knees and giving them both enough space to strip down.

"jesus fucking christ, you're kidding." of course tony'd be sparring commando. only him, peter thought.

"what, don't say you haven't pictured this before. can you blame me for wanting to show up prepared??"

that's the fucked part of it - he had pictured it before - so many times. even before they made it routine, he'd fantasized about it. tony grabbing him, pinning him down in the suit, metal fingers shredding his million dollar combat suit with little more than a thought. dreamt about it - tony fingering him stupid on the mats, doors unlocked and open for anyone to catch them. imagined webbing them up, riding tony while he was literally stuck to the ceiling. making him completely helpless to peter's wants and needs.

he'd shown up prepared, before, too - even today. he'd worked himself open, stretching enough to take his favorite plug. half of training is mental, anyway. seeing if he could fight with a plug in was both filthy fantasy and a challenge.

"fuck, no, but christ tony... if you don't do something i swear to god i'll do it for you." that earned him another laugh, broken & tinged with lust - confirmation that tony'd been waiting for this just as long.

"you have no idea how good that sounds kid," tony mused, taking the moment to finally get his hands on the poor little spider. every muscle was twitching, so incredibly responsive to the circles tony was rubbing into his ilium. peter jerked into the contact, falling forward onto tony's chest.

the pressure between them mounted, spurred on by the bare contact of their cocks against one another. it was heady, fogging peter's mind with need. he'd wanted this so desperately, and was so not looking forward to it being over.

tony, the gentleman that he was, pushed peter up a bit. he spit excessively into his hand and - oh fuck, tony please, oh god, - began pulling peter off in earnest. he was entirely unprepared for just how good it felt, arching into tony's grasp. peter lurched, grinding his bare ass down tony’s groin & fucking up into his fist.

peter looked down just as something feral flashed through tony’s eyes. suddenly aware of just how wide his legs were spread, he realized: tony felt his plug. there’s no way he missed it.

tony released the hair in his left hand, snaking it down between peter’s twitching cheeks. he toyed with the plug, smirking when peter’s movement stuttered. tony hooked two fingers around the base, damn near *tearing* it out of him.

another feeling - something like pride and lust and jealousy all mixed - surged through him when he saw exactly what he pulled from peter’s ass.

in his hand, he held a custom “iron slut” plug. tony’d seen things like it before - he wasn’t a stranger to weird social media photo replies. this was so much more, though - gold colored metal shining under the fluorescents, little red rhinestones encrusting the flared end. tony’s colors, peter had tony’s colors inside him.

he growled, tossing the plug to the side. he reached back down, excited to feel excess lube still leaking from peter’s hole. he pressed two fingers in, savoring the small stretch he still needed to fully enter peter.

the kid cursed, clawing down tony’s shoulders. he knew he was sensitive but fuck, he’d never experienced anything like it before. he could feel everything, every single ridge of his fingerprints, every press of flared knuckles against his prostate. it was perfect, so balanced on the edge of too much and not enough.

peter was splitting at the seams, close to drawing blood with how deep his nails had dug into tony’s flesh. he keened, whiny moans sprinkled between gasps and cries of "fuck, fuck me tony please, need you so bad”

tony twisted his fingers, forcing peter to feel the ridges of his fingers everywhere. "oh god, nngh tony, fuck, mr. stark please, i'm-"

"don't hold back, baby. you gonna cum from just my fingers in your greedy little hole? tell me just how much you want it, baby." he ended each phrase with the drag of his fingertips along peter's prostate, just enough to push him over.

peter’s whole body shook, entirely not used to being handled the way it just had. he fell forward, pleasure overriding strength.

peter came with tony's name on his lips, breathy little puffs of air just brushing the skin of his shoulder. tony fucked him through it, only letting up and pulling out when peter’s sounds turned painful.

once he’d come down enough, peter sat himself up, blushing at the man under him. “i can’t believe we just did that in the gym, tony!”

“what, was that not how you wanted to spend your morning, petey?” tony smirked, already aware of the answer.

“oh my good shut up!”

[wbrightn]

Stony text

[starkerforlife6969]

He’s Just Not that Into You- Starker AU

It's the first week of summer and Peter's got a date.

Jacob is nice, and Peter's changed his shirt three times, and the bar is warm on this June evening, and thriving. Dancing bachelorette parties, the game on the big screen tvs hanging from the ceiling and-

Jacob's twenty minutes late.

But that's fine, Peter's fine, he pulls at his cuffs, tucks a curl behind his ear, bites his lip, refuses the temptation to look at his phone.

Maybe he should call Ned, Ned would know what to do-

"You waiting for someone, gorgeous?"

Peter looks up, feels colour rush to his cheeks. Dark eyes, a mouth that's sinful, smirking, in a tight fitting shirt and- "Oh um, no-yes- I mean." Peter manages a smile. "I might've been stood up? But, he probably- something probably came up. Or maybe I had the date wrong."

Smirk looks at him. Sizes him up. "Let me buy you a drink, bambi." He says.

After two drinks, Peter Parker thinks Tony Stark might be his saviour.

He's twenty two, the same age as Peter, but he's got it all- got it all figured out.

"So- Jacob didn't really like me. The phone number was fake." He realises aloud.

"If the guy likes you," Tony nods sagely, sipping his dakiri, "he'll take your number and give you his. He gave you a fake number, bet he didn't ask for yours, right?"

Peter wilts a little. Sighing at his own foolishness. "Right. I thought we had a good time."

Tony reaches over to nudge him. "You need to know what to look for, that's all. When to reel them in. When to get keen. I know guys like you, sweet guys- no disrespect, but you take every little thing as some sort of sign. Oh, he smiled at me or he picked up my pen-"

"But he smiled at me and he did not smile at anyone else-"

"Pete," Tony chuckles, "romcoms have ruined you. Naive-"

"Optimistic."

"Naive." Tony insists, bright-eyed. "Just because you met in a library and you both reached for the same edition of Harry Potter at the same time-"

Peter smacks him. "You're such a Slytherin." He glares.

Tony winks at him. "Hufflepuff, you gotta know how to play the game."

Peter mixes his drink. Muses. "I didn't think love was a game." He admits softly, deflating. The bar's deflated a little now too. Emptier. The TVs are off. The music is quiet and gentle. Here are he and Tony, cluttered over a small table.

"Love is a game, Peter. And we're gonna help you win."

*

They stay there for a few hours yet. Going over Peter's past relationships. Flash, MJ, Gwen, Jacob-

Going over Peter's blind date tactics, how to read people, how to know when to cut the chord- but Tony doesn't mind Peter's bumbling idiocy. He likes helping people. And Peter's sweet, the sort of sweet Tony hasn't seen in a long time. That isn't available in the private boarding schools he grew up in. That wasn't allowed through the pristine hard wood front doors.

"Oh, hey," Peter says, slurring just a little. The drinks he'd had were mostly sugar, not alcohol. "It's empty- is it closed?" He gapes, looking around, all fawn-like.

"It's fine, bambi," Tony grins, sliding his arm under Peter's, guiding him to the door. "My dad owns the place. I'll lock up. You all good getting home?"

"I'll call a cab." Peter nods, wincing at the cool night air. Tony locks up, before turning to look down at his new friend.

"It's good meeting you, Pete." He says, grinning, and Peter beams up at him.

"I know you said not to read into anything, but- wouldn't it be romantic if we fell in love? Like, you saved me from being stood up-"

Tony clamps his hand over Peter's mouth, tutting fondly. This kid. "Not that kinda movie, sweetheart. I'll be the mentor. The guide. The Yoda to your Luke."

Peter nods, and Tony removes his hand. Peter smiles beatifically up at him. "Alright. Thank you, sensei. I will resolve to follow your council."

Tony likes him. Wants to see him do well. Had hated the sight of the kid (not a kid, the same age, but Peter doesn't seem it. Full of idealism and princess stories) being stood up. Tony wants to see him happy. In love. Not getting played. Just because it's not for Tony, doesn't mean he doesn't want Peter to have it. "Here, take my number." Tony says, taking Peter's phone, typing in his number and sending himself a text. "Call me whenever you have a question."

Peter takes the phone gratefully. Cradles it in his palm. "Take you up on that I will."

Tony flicks his head. "I'm Yoda, nitwit."

"Hurt that did." Peter pouts, and Tony laughs into the night air, and hopes Peter calls.

*

Beck is hot, hard muscle, and Peter's only slightly uncomfortable from his position being pinned on the couch- the bony arm rest digging into his back, but that's all fine, because Beck tastes like toothpaste and his hands make Peter shudder-

They'd met yesterday, at a coffee shop. They'd both reached for the pumpkin spiced latte. Had both laughed. Exchanged numbers. It was a perfect meet-cute.

And Beck had called Peter. He's reading all the signs right, he's sure of it.

Peter curses when his phone buzzes. His boss wants his article done by tonight. New deadline. He sighs, pulling out from Beck's grip. "Sorry," he says earnestly, "I've gotta go. My boss needs this."

Beck nods, flushed, half-hard, hair falling attractively into his face. "I get it, but you can do your work here? Hm? I'll order take out, you can spend the night..."

Beck's hands slide up Peter's shirt, massage the taut muscle there. Peter relaxes into the touch, just a little. "That sounds nice..." he confesses, before laughing, "but I would never get anything done with you here."

Beck kisses his neck, bristly, goose-bump inducing. "Would that be so bad?" He murmurs.

"I really can't..."

"It just sucks," Beck sighs, pulling away. "Because I'm going out of town tomorrow and won't be in touch for a while. I'll just miss you."

Out of town? Peter's head rings. He's not sure what to make of it. Is it a play? Does Beck like him? Does he just want sex? If Peter stays tonight, will he never see Beck again?

"Can I go to the bathroom?" He blurts, like he's in school and Beck blinks at him, bewildered, but gestures with his hand.

He finds Tony's number under Sexy Yoda which is just- mental images that Peter does not need right now- and he dials.

"Pete, you called." Tony says warmly, answering on the second ring.

"Oh hey, hi- Tony," Peter bleats, sitting on the bathtub and thrumming his fingers. "I'm in a situation- need advice."

"Ah, amazing- one sec." Then, quieter, "Hey, Pep, d'ya mind? I'll be back in 10."

"Hope I'm not interrupting!"

"Not at all. So, where we at?"

"Okay, so, making out- I say I have to go, he says I should stay- I say I can't- then he says that he'll be leaving tomorrow so will be out of touch."

"Run." Tony says immediately, and Peter's face falls.

"What? No," he whines, "What if he really is just going out of town?"

"Peter." Tony says, in that no-nonsense voice, "Where could he possibly be going in the world that would mean he couldn't talk to you over the phone? He wants a hook up. Do you want a hook up?"

Miserably: "No."

"Well then, like I said: Run."

Peter sighs. "So, he doesn't like me?"

"Sure he likes you. Likes the thought of you in his bed. Who wouldn't? You're very cute. But he does not want a relationship. I sure don't respect the guy for trying to trick you into it, I'm upfront with all my one-night stands. It's just sex: nothing more."

"I'm thrilled for you." Peter remarks dryly. "So, run?"

"Run."

Peter runs.

***

In yoga class, the new instructor, Stephen, compliments his form and then asks him out to dinner.

"Run." Tony says, mouthful of something, on his lunch break.

Peter pecks at his own chicken salad. "Why? We haven't even gone out yet."

"Pete, do I have to spell it out for you? Yoga? Bending over, flexibility, bet you've got tight yoga pants and everything."

Peter wipes a drop of dressing off his keyboard. "Not everyone is as physically minded as you are. Maybe he thought we'd get on."

"He's asked you out based on nothing but the way you look doing the downward dog. Waste of time."

"I think you're wrong. I'm going to meet him for dinner."

Tony sighs. It crinkles down the receiver with disapproval. "Go for it. I'll eagerly await your apology."

When Peter does apologise, two days later, Tony is nice enough not to rub it in.

***

Mr Jameson is tough on the edges, but a softie deep down, Peter knows that.

Which is why he tries not to let the very brutal edits on his latest piece get him down. They're all very fair. So, he works through them methodically, learning, trying to improve, and not let them get him down.

It's late afternoon, he's in the zone, when his phone buzzes.

He picks it up absentmindedly, one knee drawn to his chest on his bed, other hand still scrolling through the word document.

"Hello?"

"Hey Pete, how goes the search for love?"

"Tony." Peter beams, warm all over, pushing away his laptop and collapsing back into his pillows. "How are you?"

"Good, good, bar's busy. Dad's happy enough with me managing it. New receptionist hates me, though."

"Pepper?"

"Yeah. I told her it was just sex- she misread the signs. Don't be like her, Peter."

"If a person wants to be with you, they'll ask you out, they'll make it happen." Peter recites: Tony's number one rule.

"Atta boy. What about you? Jameson like your piece?"

"A few edits. I'm working through them now. Actually- the photographer, Eddy, he's nice, handsome, might be into me?"

"Might?"

"Well, I don't know. He's never said anything. Am I allowed to ask anyone out? Or is that against the rules?"

"You can definitely ask someone out." Tony hums, "just make sure you can read their response. Ask him out, if he's busy- he's not into you. If he leaps at the chance, well, you've nailed it."

"Okay," Peter nods, excited. "Where should I ask him to go? Dinner? Is that too boring?"

"Hockey game, a movie, hell, a stake-out, it doesn't matter, just don't read into anything that isn't there."

"I won't. Thanks for the help, Tony, really," Peter says, "And sorry to call you on a Saturday."

"No worries, Bambi. Let me know how it goes with Eddy."

"Let me know if Pepper forgives you!"

Peter falls back into his work. Doesn't realise until just before he goes to sleep that actually- Tony called him.

***

"He said no." Comes Peter's voice through the ear-piece, as Tony debates whether to make himself a kale or spinach smoothie at home later. Both packs of green look equally healthy.

Tony dumps them both in the basket. Ignores the guy leering at him in favour of turning Peter up a little. "I'm sorry, kid. But better you know now than later, right?"

When Peter speaks, his throat sounds clogged "I guess." He says forlornly.

Tony cocks his head. Listens. Thinks. "How far into that tub of Ben and Jerry's are you, Pete?"

A pause. Tony grins: got him.

"I'm not...It's chocolate Fudge. There's um..." a spoon scrapes again soggy paper, "not much left?"

"No wallowing, rule number two, you know that."

"I know." Peter whines, "but I thought he liked me, maybe he did- you know he said, he was going through something right now, a recent break up, but that maybe someday-"

"It's a brush off." Tony insists, "don't read into anything that isn't there-"

"Maybe he did really just-"

"Okay." Tony says, setting his basket on the conveyer belt and pinching the bridge of his nose. "We need to get you back on the horse. I know a guy who might be into you: Steve. Wholesome, boring sort. Your kind of guy?"

"Well, when you say it like that, how can I resist?"

Tony shakes his head, smiling. "C'mon now, he's handsome. Very American. Tall, blonde, served in the Army for a bit, now he's some sort of do-gooder activist."

"Well that doesn't sound- so bad."

"And the best part? I think he might like you."

"I was beginning to think that was impossible."

Tony hands over his card, snorting. "No pity parties. You're easy on the eyes. Got those big bambi ones, those little freckles, long legs too, considering you're so short. It's nice. It's a good look." He can picture it, actually, those long legs wrapped around his hips. Peter's slender neck, fluffy hair spread out over the pillow- he needs to get laid today. Again. "I'll invite him to dinner, introduce the two of you. How's tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?" Peter squeals, excited, the sound of an empty ice cream tub being tossed aside. "I haven't got anything to wear."

Tony thinks of Peter's cream skin. Of his honey eyes. "Something tight. Maroon if you have it, anything sheer. Please, for god's sake, not that mustard monstrosity."

"I love that sweater!"

Tony carries his bags out to the car, feels the warm sun beat down on his face. "Oh hey, it's kinda nice out." He realises.

Peter sighs contentedly over the line. "It really is. DJ Ravioli loves it."

Tony stops by his car. Closes his eyes. "Who the fuck," he says, "is DJ Ravioli?"

"It's my cat-"

"Of course," he laughs, getting into the car, turning on the AC. "Of course it is. In every Romcom, what does the main character have? Some ugly ass cat-"

"Hey!"

"And DJ Ravioli! What kind of a name is that?"

"He's such a cutie-wootie, yes you are my little ravioli-cannoli."

"Goodbye, Peter!" Tony yells, hanging up the call.

He can't stop smiling the rest of the way home.

***

Peter's early. That's because he was raised with Ben's if you're not early, you're late mantra, and now he's sitting in a fancy restaurant, fiddling with the tablecloth.

MJ's done his hair. Crimped and weird, but he thinks overall he looks okay. He's taken Tony's tips, in a thin, flouncy maroon shirt tucked into very tight jeans. He better not eat too much. Not sure he could if he wanted to.

"Good evening, Sir," says the waitress, eyes kind, "are you ready to order?"

"Oh um, not just yet," Peter smiles, "I'm waiting for..." he gestures to the two empty seats.

She nods, stepping back.

Oh god, is he being stood up again-

Relief and pleasure seeps through him as Tony appears. He's in a plain black sweater, but he might as well be a model in how it stretches over him. He leans down, pecks Peter's cheek (warm, he's warm, and he smells like cologne) before collapsing into one of the seats and gesturing the waitress over.

"I messed up, Pete," he says, by way of greeting, having a glance through the menu.

Peter blinks, a little dazed. "Huh?"

"Steve. He's not free tonight. I'll reschedule it, I promise."

"Oh." Peter nods, "okay, so-"

"It's just us two tonight, that alright? You can bear my company?" Tony wiggles his eyebrows, and Peter laughs. His nerves leave him, he can relax now.

"I think I can just about tolerate it. How's Pepper?"

Tony winces.

Peter laughs.

***

Tony, for all his playboy moves, is such a gentlemen, Peter thinks. He'd picked up the whole bill, hadn't given Peter a chance to offer half.

And now Peter's full of lobster, warm and sated, and Tony is a warm line of heat against his back as he unlocks his front door.

"Mm, it's cozy," Tony hums into his ear, as they shuffle inside and Peter closes the door, sleepy and a little- excited. To have Tony here, in his apartment, late at night- "Oh, there he is. Little monster."

And to Peter's surprise, Tony leans down and scoops DJ Ravioli into his arms. The fat cat barely protests, using the new position to stretch his spine.

Peter grins, can't help, it and takes a photo on his phone.

Tony glares at him.

"What?" He giggles, "I thought you didn't like cats."

"Never said I didn't like 'em," Tony hums, thumb rubbing beneath DJ Ravioli's ears, "just said they're a cliche, that's all. In every love story, there's the damn cat. And it hates the bad guy- scratches them up- and loves the good guy, because somehow, the cat knows who you're meant to be with."

Peter lifts his eyebrows. "Well, DJ Ravioli likes you."

"Guess I must be the good guy." Tony quips, rolling his eyes. He takes his own phone out then, arranging himself for a selfie. He'll send it to his mom. The cat blinks lazily at the camera.

Just as Tony takes the picture, Peter slides into frame, stretching onto his tiptoes, finger's bunny ears behind Tony's head.

Tony shoves him playfully. "You're a photo crasher, Peter Parker. A photo bomber. A fiend. A nightmare." He sets the cat down, watches his waddle away. "And you're overfeeding that cat."

Peter flips him the bird then, and is rewarded with Tony's loud bark of laughter.

They drink coffee, Tony judges the way Peter organises his kitchen, and then at 2am, Peter pouts and says:

"These jeans are really tight. Do you mind if I change?"

Tony sips his coffee, side-eyes him. "Don't try to seduce me, Parker."

Peter snorts, grateful to shuffle into his bedroom and peel the jeans off him. He pulls on his Hello Kitty Sweat Pants and an oversized science tee, feeling immeasurably more comfortable. He pulls on his fluffiest socks, feels a little bad he can't offer Tony something to wear. They'd all be too tight.

He presents himself with a twirl. "Seduction at it's finest." He teases, and Tony looks him over; something warm and soft in his gaze that makes Peter blush.

"It's not bad." Tony murmurs, turning back to his coffee cup.  "Well, it's-" he clears his throat, "late, Pete. I should go."

Peter wiggles his toes in his socks, wants to crawl into bed. "Okay. Thanks for dinner."

"Thanks for..." Tony looks around, chuckles. "Having me. You should come by tomorrow. See how the other, better half lives."

Peter walks him to the door. Tony stoops down to rub a knuckle along DJ Raviol's back. The tail wraps around his wrist. Tony disentangles himself gently. "Around 6?"

Tony beams at him. "Perfect."

***

When Peter wakes up in the morning, everything becomes clear.

Tony likes him.

He tries not to get swept away in the realisation of it. Tries to be rational, to follow the points.

1) Tony had given Peter his number and taken Peter's.

2) Tony calls him. They talk all night, sometimes. Tony's left dates, make-out sessions, to talk to Peter.

3) The mysterious 'Steve' that never showed up. Or perhaps, never existed at all.

Peter scribbles these into his notebook. Could it be? Tony's so...handsome. Clever. Funny. Why would he be into- but no-

Tony thinks he's handsome. Said so himself. Said Peter had bambi eyes (a pet name- that's a sign, Peter writes it down) and long legs. Said he looked nice in maroon.

They're saved under cute nicknames in each other's phone. DJ Ravioli likes Tony! And there's Tony eyes- something warm and soft that Peter sees from time to time.

And the fact that Tony saved him from being stood up. It's a perfect meet-cute.

Peter squeals. Tony's invited him over tonight. Never pressured him into sex- it must be something.

He spins on the kitchen stool and dreams of happily ever after.

***

The radio plays as they wash the dishes. Tony washes, Peter dries. Their hips bump.

It's nice, Tony thinks, as they hum along. His penthouse- big, empty, most of the times- except when he's having parties loud enough to upset the neighbours, but even those- they don't compare to this quiet company of Peter Parker.

Peter screeches as he hits a high note, so Tony turns the faucet on him, laughing as Peter splutters, slapping him with the rag.

Tony doesn't want to point out he he has dishwasher. He likes this.

Once they're done, he collapses onto the couch, watches as Peter ambles around before coming to stand in front of him. He looks thoughtful. He's wearing that gross mustard sweater that Tony kinda likes now, if only for the way it makes Peter looks soft and cuddly.

"What are you thinking about?" He asks, trying to read Peter's mind. He's good at reading people, great at reading Peter, but not tonight. He can't quite gauge it.

Then Peter, in his ugly sweater, beautiful, with a grace Tony suspected but didn't know Peter possessed- straddles him on the couch, and kisses him.

Tony feels those long legs, spread wide over his own knees, feels the heat of Peter's core, those lily hands against his cheeks, that soft, soft mouth against his own.

He moans appreciatively, opening his mouth, taking control. His own hands coming to wrap around Peter's waist and-

"I knew it," Peter whispers, pleased as punch against his cheek, "we're in love."

Tony splutters, a cold wash of water against the pleasing heat that was working it's way down his body. "We're- what-" he pushes Peter away a little, from where those teeth were nipping his ear.

Peter sits back, still fucking straddling him, still looking as innocent as a wall-flower, one hand still poisoned above Tony's denim-clad dick. "We're in love," Peter repeats, beaming. "We're dating."

Tony scoffs, erection wilting. "Well, gee, Pete, was I ever gonna know about any of this? In what universe are we dating?"

"We-" Peter frowns, swallowing hard. "I- you liked me? The signs-"

"What signs?!" Tony fumes, pressure mounting, pushing on his chest. "Jesus Christ, Pete." He pushes Peter off him, gets to his feet. "What the fuck?"

"I..." Peter sits, mussed, on the couch, staring up at him. "You- you took my number. You call me, S-Steve didn't show up- you- you- we talk all night, we made dinner, we washed up- you came over- I thought-"

"What did I say? What did I say?" Tony hisses, raking his hands through his hair. "If a guy is into you, Peter, he will ask you out. Or you ask him out. Did I ask you out?"

Peter eyes are swimming with tears. He looks flushed with humiliation and great, now Tony's a massive jerk. "N-no."

"Peter." Tony can't look at him, turns and bangs his head against the wall. "Why- why do people do this? Read into nothing. There is nothing between us but friendship. And now..." he whirls back to Peter accusingly. "Now you've ruined our friendship. You look for all these tiny, insignificant moments. I gave you my number because I wanted to help you, Steve genuinely couldn't make the day, I invited you over here because we're friends. I've never made a move on you, never asked you out, and you've never asked me out. You know, you know I don't do relationships. Why? Why do people think that they're the exception? You're not the exception, Pete, you're not gonna change me. You're the rule, and the rule is: if I liked you, I would've asked you out. But I didn't, so I don't."

He has to catch his breath once he's done. Peter's still sitting there, eyes watering- but not crying. The air is tense. Thick.

"God, Pete," Tony says gently, "I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but- no. We're not in a relationship. We're not dating. I'm not into you."

They're mean. Cruel words. But they're true. Tony's a straight-forward, up-front kind of guy. He turns to his kitchen, pours himself a drink. Fuck, what a night.

"I don't want to be like you." Comes the quiet voice from the living room.

Tony sets down the brandy, whirls towards Peter with a scoff. "Excuse me?"

Peter looks up at him, still red-faced, but brave. "I don't want to be like you. Going around, using people. Never finding love, never looking for it. Never getting- excited at a smile, or wondering what your life with someone might be like. I like hoping. I like dreaming and meet-cutes, and big, unrealistic romantic gestures, I like that."

Tony sneers, shaking his head. "Fine. I'll be over here, living in the real world."

Peter gets to his feet, grabs his bag, wipes his face. "You do that, Tony, you live all alone in the real world. You won't find any happiness like that."

"At least I won't get rejected twice a week!" Tony yells, as Peter heads for the door.

Peter turns back, hand on the door knob, angry. "I'd rather get rejected knowing that it means I'm closer to my happily ever after. I'll take rejection after rejection, Tony."

"Well done," Tony claps, "this is another one to add to your dossier."

The door slams and Tony's alone and there's no one to yell at so he throws his glass of brandy across the kitchen. The stupid sturdy glass doesn't even break, the liquid just drips down onto the tile and he'll have to clean it up later.

*

It's been three days.

Surely Peter's still not angry with him after three days. Sure, Tony said some stuff, but it was- heat of the moment. They're friends.

He rubs his temples, puts down the paper work- can't read the words. He needs to sign off on payrolls, order more stock, sort out the overtime policy-

He takes out his phone. No messages. No calls.

The door opens, and Pepper walks in, professional, the last dredges of her anger with him mostly gone. "Hey Tony, a few more for you to sign." She sets down the papers.

"Thanks," he mutters. No DMs on twitter. Nothing on instagram. He opens Facebook.

"Oh my god."

Tony looks up, startled at Pepper's expression of delight. "What?" He asks, eyes flicking down- nothing on Facebook. Email, maybe?

"Who are they?"

"Who are who?"

"The special someone." She laughs, eyes bright with disbelief. "Who's got you checking your phone obsessively, wondering when they'll call."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Tony says, putting his phone away. "You may go."

"You haven't been able to concentrate all day," she muses, perching on the edge of his desk, perfectly comfortable. He misses the days she couldn't stand to be in the same room as him. "You put Javier on dishes and Rebecca at the bar- rookie error. You keep asking if anyone's called the bar for you- you haven't shaved. And is that the same shirt as yesterday-"

"No." Tony says emphatically, self-conscious and sweaty, "just go. Please."

Pepper gets to her feet, laughs again. "The world of love. Welcome to it, asshole."

When she's gone, Tony sits there. Fingers itching for his phone.

"Shit." He mutters to himself.

***

He sends Peter a message. A text. He says: Pete, I'm sorry about what happened. Can we talk? Brunch, maybe? I want us to be friends.

He doesn't get an answer.

He wants to hurl his phone against the wall in frustration. What the fuck.

He paces relentlessly. Keeps his phone charged.

Peter posts on instagram, it's a photo of DJ Ravioli asleep in a sunbeam, with the caption another nice, sunny day

What does that mean? Tony had said to Peter once that it was a nice day- is this a reference to that? A secret meaning? Should he like the photo? Should he not?

He finds himself driving past Peter's apartment late at night. Sometimes the lights are on. Sometimes they're not.

Tony wonders if he's eating ice cream. If he's in those stupid pyjamas. If Jameson liked the latest revisions. Wonders if he's petting the cat.

Wonders if he's thinking about Tony.

His phone buzzes, and he nearly drops it in his haste to check it.

It's from his mom.

Sorry, got a new phone, didn't see this till just now- what a cutie! Is he yours? (I don't mean the cat), you look so happy, sweetheart. Also, are you eating enough? Your dad says hi!

Tony clicks on it. Sees the photo he sent her. Captured mid-laughter, Tony is beaming, face turned to Peter, who's gorgeous, beaming, lovely-

Tony looks at his own expression. Has he ever looked at someone like that before? The way he's looking at Peter in this photo?

He does look happy. He looks...home.

*

"-ey Tony. Is this recording? Hey Tony, it's Steve! I just wanted to let you know I ran into Peter- your Peter- at the flower garden in Harlem today. How crazy is that? Must be fate. He's amazing, you're a matchmaker. We've got a date tonight- I'll let you know how it goes!"

Tony listens to the message three times. A voice mail, of course, because Steve might as well be from the 1940s.

There's a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. What does that mean? That the very person Tony thought Peter would get on with is the one he bumped into in Harlem? In a flower garden. Peter was probably surrounded by foxgloves, ridiculously beautiful in his dandelion cardigan, streaks of suncream still on his face.

Maybe Steve had come up to him, said that Peter was a more beautiful view than the flowers. Steve is gross like that.

And Peter probably- probably liked it. Thought Steve was handsome, because Steve is. Probably blushed the way he blushes whenever someone compliments him, like he never received enough. The amount he deserved. Probably said something lame like "you're not so bad yourself."

He wonders how Peter reacted when Steve brought Tony up, brought up their link. Their almost.

Did he ask about Tony? Steve's message hadn't said anything- so Peter obviously hadn't said anything bad. That must mean something.

Going out tonight. Peter's going out tonight.

Tony doesn't want Peter to go out tonight. He wants to lie in Peter with bed, with that fat cat, and watch TV and talk and order Chinese. Wants to kiss Peter- wants to-

"Oh," he whispers, fingers shaking, he presses his hands together. This is love. He's in love. With Peter. He's been in love with Peter since-

He remembers the sight of him at the bar. Beautiful. Sweet. Idealistic like Tony couldn't believe and-

Goddamn it. Tony's loved him the moment he first laid eyes on him.

And he's fucked it all up.

***

He sees Steve on the way up. He hides behind a plant, peeks out behind leaves. Steve is whistling, smiling, pleased. Okay, well, so, they had a good date- but Peter didn't let him in for a nightcap. That must mean something.

Tony hurries upstairs, heart pounding. He knocks on the door of Peter's apartment, tries to control his hair and-

"Oh good, you forgot your coat!" Comes Peter's voice, pleased, and the door opens and-

It's Peter.

He's in Steve's coat. It's draped over his shoulders. There's stardust in his eyes, he's wearing chinos and a hideous flannel shirt and-

"Peter." Tony breathes, wants to kiss him. Wants to pull that coat off him and burn it.

Peter stands firm in the door. Doesn't move to let him in. His face closes off. "What are you doing here, Tony?"

"I can't sleep," he blurts, aware of the wreck he must look. "Can't eat. Can't think straight. I keep- driving past this place, wondering if you're up, what you're doing, if you're thinking about me. I keep- wanting to call. To find any excuse to- I keep replaying all our- moments, I'm- I'm becoming-"

"Me." Peter finishes, he looks up at Tony with his huge eyes.

"Bambi," Tony whispers, and Peter flinches away, shaking his head.

"Tony, I just...I just went on a date with Steve-"

"I know." He whispers. Hating himself already. He's left it too late. Should've come sooner, should've realised earlier.

"And I think he- he actually likes me, Tony. He doesn't see love like it's a game, he calls when he says he'll call and he's not scared of relationships-"

"I'm not scared anymore." Tony whispers, taking another step forward, "I can be yours-"

"But you didn't want to be!" Peter cries, shaking his head. Pain etched across his face, and Tony remembers his words. How cruel, how wrong he was. "I threw myself at you, and you didn't want me-"

"I was wrong. I was wrong, Pete, and you were right. About everything. I didn't- I'm so used to doing the same thing, of keeping people at arms length, that when I actually fell-" the words choke in his throat, "-in love- I didn't- I didn't know. I didn't realise."

Peter stares at him, closes his eyes. There's a long beat of silence. "Tony," he whispers, composing himself, "a wise Yoda once told me that if someone wants to date you, they'll make it happen. That I'm the rule, not the-"

He can't take it. Not another moment. Not another unbearable second of Peter thinking that Tony doesn't want him-

So, he kisses him.

It's awkward, and desperate, and then- gentle. He cradles Peter's face in his hands, kisses him long, and slow and endless. Tries to pour all the love, and the hope and the fire he's been carrying for Peter since the moment he saw him.

When they pull apart, Tony doesn't step back. Stays close. Hopeful. Pleading.

Peter's eyes flutter open, like a prince in a fairytale, like the leading star in a romance. "I'm the exception," he whispers, hands on Tony's chest.

Tony's heart thunders with truth. "You are my exception." He breathes, pulling Peter and his gorgeous smile in for another kiss. His hands push Steve's coat from off his shoulders, he steps on it for good measure, and he swallows Peter's laughter, nearly trips over DJ Ravioli, and kicks the door shut behind them.

*

They spend the next day in bed, watching tv, and they order Chinese food.

Peter checks his work emails, and Tony reaches over and kisses him like he can't help it. Peter laughs, kissing back for a moment, before pulling away. "Am I that irresistible?" He teases.

Tony looks up at him from his side of the bed, eyes earnest. "Yes." He says solemnly. "You are."

"Does that mean I get the last spring roll?"

Tony winces. "I already gave it to the cat."

"Oh well," Peter sighs, collapsing into Tony's arms, tossing the phone away. "You'll just have to make it up to me somehow."

Tony starts to pepper him with kisses. Hands slip under Peter's shirt. "I can do that. I can do that every day for the rest of our lives."

Peter hums, vibrating with glee, "and is this the first day of Happily Ever After?"

"Baby," Tony grins, brushing the cat hair from Peter's forehead, and kissing him again, and again, "I think it just might be."

[twokinkybeans]

Take A Chance On Me [Peter Parker x Tony Stark: A Drabble/Crackfic]

A short drabble of Peter sending his application to Tony in the hopes of becoming an intern at Stark Industries. Except, Peter doesn't exactly follow protocol.

Based on THIS Tumblr post (Post talks about sending Abba’s ‘Take A Chance Of Me’ along with a job application letter rather than a resume).

Notes: Can be read either as Starker or Irondad. No hate pls. I wrote this fic very quickly and didn't feel like editing it much. So I'm sorry if it's rambly! I think it's safe to say it's a bit of a crackfic as well whoops. -Kim

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Tony groans when he sees the horror of a whopping one-hundred and eighty-three unread emails in his inbox. He rubs his eyes, then blinks a few times. "Fuck me," he sighs as he sits up straight to open the first email. He knows he should hire someone to go through these, but he's too much of a perfectionist to even let anyone come near them, let alone answer them.

-

It's nearly 3 p.m. when Tony's got only 11 emails next. He longs for a coffee. Knowing that even after these emails, he's got thousands of other tasks to take care of. Why had he thought it'd be fun to be a CEO? Why had he-

Subject: Internship Application

Tony frowns when he sees the next email in line. Whoever sent this to him's got some nerve. It is very clearly specified that any sort of application, be it for internships or jobs, should be sent to the HR section, not to Tony personally.

However, his curiosity wins over and he opens the email. If it’s in his inbox, why not take a look at it, right?

Hi, Mr. Stark!

My aunt said I should make a good first impression, so I got creative. Don't worry about my grades and background, if I'm not smart enough I'll be kicked out of the program the first day I know. Believe me. I've got the brains.

Instead of my resume, you'll find a little surprise attached to this email. I do hope you like it, Sir!

Best regards, Peter Benjamin Parker

Tony squints. This has got to be a joke, right? No one in their right mind would ever send Tony a direct email like this. He is intrigued though, so he does open the attached file.

"Boss," Friday's voice comes in. "It's an audio file. Do you want me to play it?" "Yes, go ahead," Tony flails his hand dismissively, simply too fascinated by all of this nonsense.

"Playing audio file."

" If you change your mind I'm the first in line Honey, I'm still free Take a chance on me If you need me, let me know Gonna be around If you've got no place to go When you're feeling down "

Tony blinks. Once. Twice. Then bursts into loud laughter. He doesn't ask Friday to stop the song. Instead, he sits back and lets the music echo through his otherwise quiet office. Gosh, it’s been a while since he last listened to Abba.

" Take a chance on me That's all I ask of you, honey Take a chance on me"

Tony has a shit-eating grin on his face. He can't believe that this… Peter Parker kid, had the guts to do this. But, he must admit, it took him off guard in a good way. And of course, the kid is right. If he gets hired, he'll still have to prove himself anyways.

"Friday," Tony hums, his mood having turned a 180 degrees. "Schedule an appointment with Peter Parker for me. Tomorrow."

"Of course, boss."

Tony licks his lips and chuckles under his breath when he hits the answer button and quickly adds a YouTube link. He doesn’t add any text, Friday will send the invite either way, but it’s too good a chance to let it slip through his fingers.

-

Peter’s eyes widen when a new notification pops up on his screen. RE: Internship Application.

“Oh God,” he mumbles. This is the moment of truth. His fingers quickly tap the notification and he squints his eyes to read the email as fast as possible- except there’s no text in there. “Huh?”

Peter clicks the YouTube link and waits for the video to load. “Abba - The Day Before You Came.” Peter grins and shakes his head. Tony Stark replied. He actually sent an Abba song back. Peter has no clue if he’s hired or not, but at least he’s got a reply. Oh! Wait, he’s got another email...

Subject: Appointment with Mr. Stark

Peter gasps.

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Grindr Edit + Fic- Starkercest (Father/son)

Sexting Text Edit- Starker

Didn’t Know They Were Dating Text Edit- Starker

College Peter Text Edit Series- Starker

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Mechanic!Tony & Student!Peter Tinder AU

For @silkystark​ who is definitely gonna shout at me when she reads it

Peter wholeheartedly expected Tony to be a catfish. Even the introduction of Snapchat hadn’t entirely convinced him - Most of Tony’s snaps were various parts of a workshop, and the selfies he was sent seemed too good to be true. Nobody could look that good covered in grease, though Peter hadn’t plucked up the courage to request any videos yet. 

Which, he figured, was pretty stupid, having already agreed to meet Tony. 

He had, however, bullied Ned into coming with him to the agreed meeting place - A quaint little coffee shop on the outskirts of Queens, secluded enough to be comfortable but public enough to be safe. Tony had suggested it for both factors, and had told Peter if he didn’t like it, they could easily go somewhere better suited. 

Peter thumbed his screen again, watching the little loading bubble circle. 

No new messages. 

Tony was two minutes late. Ned’s obnoxious slurping of his slushie was starting to grate on his already agitated nerves. He’d thumbed the screen another four times, completely oblivious to the approaching set of legs when Ned piped up around his straw. 

“Dude, I thought you said he was a catfish?” 

Peter’s gaze shot up just in time to catch the quirk of a brow above dark, red shades, a sinful and amused smirk tilting a wide, plush mouth surrounded by the exact same stubble that Peter had seen in each photograph, and...Oh. 

He was real. 

“You can go now” Peter blurted, slapping at Ned’s shoulder as the older man before them reached up, slowly sliding off his glasses. Dark eyes framed by long lashes fixed on Peter, and he slapped a little harder at Ned, practically shoving him off the bench they’d taken residence upon. Ned muttered a soft ow, rubbing at his arm as he stood. 

“I think I’m supposed to like, threaten you, or something? So, um...If I don’t get a text in...An hour. Yeah, an hour. I’ll call the...Police” Ned attempted, shooting Tony a semi-puzzled scowl. Whatever expression he’d been aiming for, he hadn’t hit, and Peter made a soft noise of embarrassment as Tony flashed Ned a dazzling smile. 

“I can give you my number and address, if that puts you at ease” Tony remarked back, and whatever breath Peter had in his lungs disappeared, because holy voice. Smooth but with a rumbling backtone, a lilted accent that Peter instantly wanted to hear say his name. 

Ned’s nose scrunched. “No thanks. I like girls”. And then he was walking away, casting Peter a cheerful wave as he went. Peter watched him go for a moment, before he looked back up at Tony, cheeks tainted a faint pink. He opened his mouth to apologise, but Tony shifted, one hand tucking his glasses into the front of his shirt and the other extended towards Peter. 

“If he’s your scariest friend, you may want to consider hiring someone, next time”. Peter pulled a face, reaching out and taking Tony’s hand. His palm was large, a little rough, and his fingers were long and slender as he gripped and pulled, carefully and gently helping Peter to his feet. Tony was a head or two taller than him, though not by much. He was certainly broader, though. 

He’s my best friend” Peter defended, and Tony cast him a softer, gentler smile. 

“Cute”. 

Tony walked with a sort of swagger in his step, a comfortable, almost lazy saunter. It would’ve looked cocky on anyone else, but on Tony it looked natural, in place with the rest of him. There was an oil smudge on the hinge of his jaw and a few grease stains on his arms. He must’ve worn gloves when working, because his hands were scrubbed clean and his nails had been scraped. 

He even pulled the chair out, when Peter went to sit. His heart was thumping as he sat, and he felt both excited and a little sick. He hadn’t actually prepared for the scenario that Tony was real. and oh, god. Tony had seen his ass. They’d talked about sex. 

Mortified, he could only nod when Tony offered to get him a sweet tea, sinking lower into his seat as he recalled the various conversations they’d had over the past three weeks. By the time Tony returned with a small tray of two drinks and a cookie, he was scarlet. If Tony noticed, he didn’t say anything, settling across from Peter in a spread out pose. He’d ordered himself a coffee, as dark as motor oil. 

It was actually surprisingly easy to talk to Tony - Peter was interested in robotics and Tony had a hearty knowledge of chemistry. Two drinks in, they were talking animatedly. Or, Tony was, and Peter had been staring at his mouth for the past five minutes. The plump lips, the peek of a wet tongue and pearly teeth, the framework of stubble that he suddenly wanted to feel blazing his thighs raw. 

“If you keep looking at my mouth like that, I’m gonna break the rules” Tony announced suddenly, startling Peter out of his vivid daydream of Tony licking his way between his thighs. 

“Rules?” He asked after a moment, brow furrowing. What rules? 

“I agreed with myself to keep this a PG-rated date. A kiss on the cheek at the end, maximum” Tony informed him, though his own gaze had dropped, the next sweep of his lashes slow, almost demure. Peter flushed then, licking subconsciously at his lower lip. 

“We’ve kind of already passed PG” he pointed out bravely, and was rewarded with another rich smirk and a head tilt, like Tony was amused by his sudden boldness. Peter sank an inch into his seat and covered what he could of his face with his tea mug. Tony cast him another softly amused smirk, and the conversation was tactfully steered towards Peter’s career goals for the future. 

At the end of the date, Tony waited until Peter had text Ned to meet back up, and then leaned down, kindly ignoring the pathetic squeak Peter gave to press the gentlest of kisses to his cheek. “I never made any rules for the second date” Tony murmured against his ear, before turning and striding towards his vintage muscle car like he hadn’t said anything at all, leaving Peter blinking and blushing in his wake. 

Ned was resolutely impressed with a successful date, appreciative of Tony’s attractiveness from a straight-male perspective, and noted immediately that he would deny all knowledge if Aunt May somehow found out. Peter grimaced at the reminder that he’d been pretty bold in his age settings, and scampered back to his apartment before he could think too deeply on it. Being a lab tech for Oscorp paid well enough, and it didn’t hurt that he and Harry were actually pretty close friends, and occasionally fucked. 

No sooner had he settled down on his bed and bitten into a banana, his phone chimed. It was a message from Tony, a sweet remark about enjoying the date, and within the hour they had another one set up at the same coffee place. Peter stared at the messages, heart fluttering slightly. It was real; it was all real. Tony and his face and his snark and his grease stained jaw. 

He said as much, one week and two more dates later, straddling Tony’s thighs and licking shyly into his mouth, tasting the mixture of coffee and mint gum. “I still can’t believe you’re not like, fat or bald. Or a serial killer” he mumbled, aching with the need to grind down over where Tony was hard against the inside of his thigh. 

“I could still be a serial killer” Tony replied, voice rough with the effort of holding himself back. They’d been taking it relatively slow, for making out and grinding on the third date, and it was taking its toll on both of them. Tony was rock solid to the touch and Peter had a damp patch on the front of his jeans. 

“At least put me out of my misery before you put me out of my misery” Peter whined, grasping Tony’s wrist as he let himself rock just slightly, barely riding the thick rise of his cock. It had briefly crossed his mind that maybe Tony’s fault lay in having a cheeto for a cock, but that had quickly been wiped clean. 

“I’m trying to be good” Tony mumbled back, flexing his arm in Peter’s grip but obligingly not moving anywhere, kissing at his lower lip gently, almost sweetly. “I’m behaving”. Peter cursed softly under his breath, drawing a grin from the older man as the younger boy shifted, sat down on top of his clothed cock with no regard for the pressure. 

Peter reached up with both hands, cupping Tony’s cheeks in a way that was tender, before he squeezed gently, looking the mechanic straight in the eye. 

“Mr. Stark, if you’d don’t put your cock in me so deep I lose my voice, I’m gonna tie you to the bed and leave you like that”. 

[otpcutie]

My Masterlist [Part 1: fics]

Masterlist, Part 2: moodboards, edits and fanart.

**I've also started a list of my 💚Aromantic Creations🖤

⭐️Creation tags: ‘otpcutie’ | ‘otpcutie fics’ | ‘otpcutie art’ | ‘otpcutie moodboards’ | ‘otpcutie edits’

Do not repost my works or use them for your own.

⭐️List of my fics below:

Mostly for Marvel—if not, the fandom is listed.

All my fics are on AO3 (otpcutie). Some are also on tumblr in their entirety or I’ve posted previews, which include the respective AO3 links.

I’ve made moodboards (and sometimes art) to accompany many of my fics.

🚀Ongoing:

> Not part of a series:

(Stucky) Steve’s Night Off [tumblr post] (ongoing) - Steve meets Bucky in a bar.

> Series (within in the same AU):

💌Stucky series. AO3: The President’s Boy (incomplete)

All In [tumblr post] (10.4k) - Bucky makes his Daddy Steve (the President) jealous. Steve is clueless as to why.

Bucky’s Instagram (image) [tumblr post] - An instagram profile for Bucky from The President’s Boy universe (set after the events of All In).

💌Winteriron series. AO3: My Heart I Surrender (incomplete)

If You Were Mine [tumblr post] (0.9k) - Bucky pines after Tony, the King’s Omega.

Tempting Fate [tumblr post] (ongoing) - Bucky finds Tony in his chambers, in need of comfort.

> Other series’ (various AUs):

💌Marvel multiship series. AO3: Ficlets (Marvel) or [Tumblr tag: ficlets] (incomplete) 

1. (Starker) Pretty Boy Tears [tumblr post] (0.4k) - Peter loves it when his Daddy makes him cry.

2. (Winteriron) Sweet As Honey [tumblr post] (0.5k) - Tony comforts Bucky, when he’s struggling with his arm.

3. (Winteriron) The Push [tumblr post] (0.5k) - Tony is almost hit by a car and rushes to show Bucky how he feels.

4. (Spidershield) ‘Friend’ [tumblr post] (0.6k) - Peter makes Steve jealous since they’re ‘friends’.

5. (Spidershield) Sketch [tumblr post] (0.5k) - Peter finds art of himself in Steve’s sketchbook.

6. (Starker) Plea [tumblr post] (0.7k) - Peter pretends he has a date, hoping it will get Tony to admit to what he wants.

7. (Spidershield) Not So Fast [tumblr post] (0.6k) - Peter tries to go to class and is interjected by Steve.

8. (Stucky) Soft Boys [tumblr post] (0.6k) - Steve and Bucky have been cuddle buddies for as long as they can remember. They’ve been hiding their feelings for just as long too.

9. (Winterironspidershield) Sex Pollen [tumblr post] (0.4k) - Sex pollen, courtesy of Bucky.

10. (Stucky) Needy [tumblr post] (0.4k) - Bucky wants his Daddy's attention and knows how to get it.

11. (Spidershield) Breakfast In Bed [tumblr post] (0.2k) - Peter makes his Daddy breakfast.

12. (Winterironspider) Sweet Boy [tumblr post] (0.7k) - Bucky shaves, feeling extra sweet and pretty for his Daddies.

13. (Winteriron) A Gesture [tumblr post] (0.7k) - Tony’s in a bad mood, Bucky (his Daddy) helps him out of it.

14. (Spidershield) The Best Medicine [tumblr post] (0.6k) - Mafia boss Steve has a stressful day, Peter takes his mind off it.

15. (Winteriron) Baby Boy Blue [tumblr post] (0.8k) - Bouncer Bucky comes home to his boy needing some reassurance, of the kinky variety.

16. (Winteriron) Sidetracked [tumblr post] (0.7k) - Tony and Bucky missed each other, they blow off a meeting to stay home.

17. (Winteriron) Now He Gets It [tumblr post] (0.4k) - There's a misunderstanding between Tony and Bucky about why they haven't gone public.

18. (Stony) (Gummy Bear) Cannibalism [tumblr post] (0.7k) - Steve attempts to bribe little Tony out of bed with the promise of gummy bears.

19. (Stucky) Anniversary Ink [tumblr post, incl artwork] (0.5k) - Bucky gets a tattoo for Steve's anniversary gift. He shows him with a cheeky text, while Steve's in a meeting.

20. (Stuckony) Constellation [tumblr post] (0.7k) - Steve, Bucky and Tony spend time under the stars.

21. (Stucky) Tiny [tumblr post] (0.8k) - Bucky talks about the moments he’s noticed Steve miss his pre-serum body, while he thinks he’s sleeping.

22. (Stucky) Sunshine [tumblr post] (0.2k) - Steve and Bucky enjoy the freedom of an empty field.

23. (Winteriron) Ties and Teeth [tumblr post] (1.1k) - Bucky gets jealous and it helps him to stop holding himself back with Tony, his boy.

24. (Winteriron) A Learning Curve [tumblr post] (1.9k) - Bucky and Tony deal with the emotional aftermath of their first fight.

25. (Spidershield) Syrup [tumblr post] (0.1k) - Steve and Peter share syrupy kisses.

26. (Winteriron) Making Out (Up) For Lost Time [tumblr post] (0.1k) - Bucky and Tony reminisce over their first College party.

27. (Stucky) Heaven [tumblr post] (0.1k) - Bucky uses his mouth to tease his Daddy.

28. (Stucky) Thick [tumblr post] (0.3k) - Bucky’s plans for the night are: 1. Turn his boy into a big, subby puddle. 2. Refer back to 1.

29. (Winteriron) Ritual [tumblr post] (0.2k) - Tony loves his Daddy’s piercing.

30. (Stucky) The Brat Flag [tumblr post] (0.8k) - Bucky entices Steve away from his work.

31. (Stony) The Loveliest Pup [tumblr post] (0.5k) - Tony hand feeds his puppy, Steve.

32. (Stucky) Trouble [tumblr post] (0.6k) - Bucky overhears Steve talking about them at a party and decides to make their interest known.

33. (Winteriron) Here, Love Grows [tumblr post] (1.3k) - Tony discovers how much Bucky cares about him.

34. (Winteriron) Sulking [tumblr post] (2.1k) - Steve and Sam are there for Bucky, giving him relationship advice while Tony is on a business trip.

35. (Stucky) Honey, I’m Home! [tumblr post] (2.4k) - Steve plays housewife.

36. (Stucky) Caress [tumblr post] (0.5k) - Bucky admires his reflection.

37. (Stony) The Bait [tumblr post] (0.7k) - Tony goes undercover as an escort for a case.

38. (Winteriron) The Upside [tumblr post] (2.8k) - Tony and Bucky give each other permission to get off while body swapped.

39. (Winterspider) Business [tumblr post] (1.5k) - Peter is ‘given’ to Mafia Boss Bucky. Or so he thinks.

40. (Stucky) Starshine [tumblr post] (1k) - Bucky takes care of his kitten after they’ve played.

41. (Stony) Burning Bright [tumblr post] (0.5k) - Steve asks Tony about a new friend of his.

42. (Stucky) Pheromones [tumblr post] (1.7k) - Steve’s pheromones affect Bucky in an unexpected way, luckily the Alpha is more than happy to take care of him.

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💌HP fandom | Drarry series. AO3: Drarry Discord Drabble and Drawble Challenges or [tumblr tag: DDDC] (incomplete)

Bunny Boy (April, prompt: ‘the less I know the better’, easter pastel palette, fanart only)

Sunset Kiss (June, prompt: ‘midsummer’, sunset palette, fanart only)

Shimmer (July, prompt: ‘storybook, 131 words, monochromatic palette) - Prince Harry meet merman Draco.

Home Is Where You Are (August, prompt: ‘return’, 248 words, collage) - Draco has been away and comes home early to his husband, Harry. 

Up In The Clouds (September, prompt: ‘journey’, 325 words, inverted colours) - Harry’s collar wasn’t only a symbol of love, it also showed how far they’d come.

“Mine.” (October, prompt: ‘in the dead of night’, 333 words, cult horror poster inspired) - Harry ventures into the forest.

In the Realm of Fairies and Elves (December, prompt: ‘tradition’, 364 words, children’s illustrations inspired) - A storybook filled with tales of an enchanted forest, home to elf Draco and fairy Harry.

Making an Entrance (January, prompt: ‘borrowed’, 117 words, art deco style) - Draco and Harry come out as a couple, in style. Or so they think.

Mischief (February, prompt: ‘bubbles’, 283 words, blue/green + one other) - Harry jumps into the water for an impromptu underwater adventure (cough, date) with merman Draco.

Amongst The Flowers (April, prompt: ‘spring’, 192 words, manga/anime) - Overwhelmed with love, Draco surprises his boyfriend with a kiss.

Devotion (October, prompt: ‘shiver’, 200 words, renaissance style) - Harry bows for his Prince, Draco.

Bloom (January, prompt: ‘glass’, 222 words, art nouveau) - Glimpses into Draco’s journey of self acceptance and love.

Missing You (April, prompt: ‘flourish’, 117 words, stained glass) - Draco misses Harry while he’s away and is comforted by thoughts of him.

Duel (May, prompt: ‘ocean’, 405 words, inspired by the art of Ancient Greece) - Draco and Harry engage in a friendly duel, where the winner is to receive a reward.

Fun In The Sun (August, prompt: ‘shine’, 231 words, rainbow palette) - Harry enjoys an art day in the sun with his Daddy and ‘Aunty’ Pansy.

Frolicking (September, prompt: ‘transition’, children’s book illustration) - Harry and Draco bask in nature.

Lost In Green (April, prompt: ‘untold’, Impressionism) - Draco struggles with his feelings for Harry.

Leap Of Faith (January, prompt: ‘moving’, mixing genres) - Draco writes in his journal.

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💌HP fandom | Drarry series. AO3: Microfics and Ficlets (Drarry) or [tumblr tag: ficlets drarry] (incomplete)

Helpless (50w | Prompt: Harry in winter) - Draco is captivated by Harry in the snow.

Embrace (50w | Prompt: warmth) - Draco comforts Harry after a nightmare.

Whimper (0.8k | Prompt: verklempt) - Harry’s Daddy, Draco, realises he needs an emotional release with the aid of a scene.

Pining (0.2k | Prompt: roadtrip) - Draco thirsts over Harry during a trip to the beach with their friends.

Spoiled (0.3k | Prompt: metamorphosis) - In Which Harry has a spoiled kitten named Draco.

Hold Me (1.3k) - Complications arise for fuck buddies Harry and Draco. The complications: feelings.

Inevitable (1.3k) - Draco attempts to break up with Harry.

The Storm (50w | Prompt: soap bubbles) - Harry and Draco’s shared sexual tension boils over.

Hide and Seek (0.5k) - Harry plays hide and seek with his Daddy.

Besotted (0.2k) - Draco and Harry share a tender moment in bed.

Smooch (0.2k) - Draco tries out a new shade of lipstick.

When Banter Becomes Foreplay (0.2k) - Harry and Draco are roped into playing seven minutes in heaven with their friends.

🚀Complete: 

> Oneshots:

(Stony/Stucky) Daddy’s Little Honey Bear [tumblr post] (12k) - Tony has been working too hard, so his Daddy (Steve) ensures he takes a break and enjoys some little time. Bucky comes home early to spend time with them as well.

(Stucky) Dreaming Of You [tumblr post] (12.1k) - Steve arrives at Bucky’s and before he rouses from sleep, Steve notices he’s hard. He asks Bucky about the dream he was having and things progress from there…

(Stucky) Sweet Surrender [tumblr post] (3.3k) - Steve and Bucky end up in bed together, after Steve goes on a bad date.

(Stucky) He Can Do This All Day [tumblr post] (6.5k) - An encounter with Peggy (Steve’s ex) leaves Bucky jealous and in need of reassurance from his Alpha/Daddy.

(Winteriron) Coffee And Comfort Food [tumblr post] (3.9k) - Tony has some much needed Daddy time after an incident at the last kink event their pack attended. Bucky takes care of him and Nat comes over to check up on them. She doesn’t arrive empty handed either.

(Winteriron) Smooth Like Whiskey [tumblr post] (10.5k) - Tony attends an event with his bodyguard (and Daddy), Bucky. He decides to make it more interesting, by poking the bear.

> Series’:

💌Winterironspidershield series. AO3: Built On Bones (87k, complete) [Mafia/BDSM AU]

Make Me Yours [tumblr post] (76.9k) - Tony, Bucky and Steve meet the latest member of Tony’s kink club. Peter, a submissive new to the scene, is unaware that the club is Mafia owned and has found himself under the guidance of a dominant who puts them on edge. Until they step in.

This Changes Nothing (5.9k) - One of Steve and Bucky’s scenes leads to unexpected results. Peter and Tony encourage Bucky to discuss it with Steve.

Honeysuckle [tumblr post] (4.9k) - An act of Tony’s that started out as bratty inadvertently awakens something inside him and his Daddies.

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💌Winterironspider series. AO3: Bloody Knuckles (32k, complete) [Boxers AU]

Our Pretty Prize [tumblr post] (4.4k) - Tony and Bucky are boxers, competing in an upcoming fight together. When they see Peter, the ring boy, they make a deal. He’s the prize, only Peter has something else in mind.

Peter’s Reward (8.6k) - Peter calls Bucky in a time of distress. The next day Tony, Bucky and Peter spend the day together.

Stubborn But Gorgeous [tumblr post] (10.3k) - Bucky tries to help Tony come to terms with what he wants, in his own way. Peter meddles some more and finally, someone snaps.

The Show (8.6k) - Bucky makes good on his promise for Tony to earn it. Peter enjoys the show and offers some assistance.

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💌Starker series. AO3: Spidey Boy and King Daddy (17k, complete) [Nonsexual Cg/l and Owner/puppy]

Peter’s Little Secret [tumblr post] (10k) - Peter and Tony have been dating for six months. Peter has been keeping a secret from Tony, until he accidentally discovers it. Peter’s a Little.

Daddy Knows Best [tumblr post] (4k) - Peter is stressed while studying for exams and refuses to take a break, claiming he doesn’t need one. Tony, his Daddy, knows what his baby boy really needs and coaxes him into little space. 

Wruff! [tumblr post] (3.8k) - Little Peter has fun acting like a puppy. Tony realises his boy might be a puppy player as well.

Pretty Baby Boy [tumblr post] - Artwork of Peter.

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💌TMR fandom | Newtmas series. AO3: Their Own Little World (11k, complete)

With Him It’s Different [tumblr post] (3.6k) - Newt is jealous because he (wrongly) believes Thomas returns Teresa's feelings and Thomas is given the push he needs to finally tell Newt how he feels about him.

Boyfriends (5.6k) - Thomas and Newt's relationship progresses, they explore together.

Too Close For Comfort (2k) - Newt is fearful as the doors start to shut and Tommy hasn't made it back to the Glade from his run.

[schoolastica]

Writer in the dark

Starker AU. Based on the song by Lorde. Also in my AO3 profile, as ilikesadstories.

Break the news, you’re walking out

To be the good man to someone else

His bags are by the Penthouse door. Tony has a lump on his throat and a Tablet in his hands showing the headlines:” Stark and Parker are officially done!!!.”

Peter has a lump in his throat and the Penthouse keys in his hands. He already said goodbye to Edith, Tony’s dalmatian, and he cleared the place of anything that belonged to him. No reason to stretch the pain more than it needs to. Tony’s back is turned on him. 

He wants to scream, to command Tony to the acknowledgment that he's leaving. He does no such thing. Tony only starts to cry when he hears the elevator doors closing. That’s it; that’s three years of relationship on a ride to the lobby. Tony suppose they have been rotten for a long time, they just didn’t want to let it go, not just yet. But it happened. After three years, 2 cop-related problems, 4 major fights, 1 photo of Tony cheating.

They hanged more than most people would. 

Sorry, I was never good like you.

 Tony Stark wasn’t a good man. Not good like Rhodes was, or good like Steve was, not nearly as a good man as Peter Parker was. He was rotten through and through, too old, too spoiled. He was a writer, he made his fortune written the sci-fi book series called “Avengers” when he was 15 and bored. All of the characters were based on his friends at the time, friends that didn’t even keep contact with him now. But he made money, real money. Enough to start his publisher, the Stark Royal Seal, worth billions, now that he was at his 50’s.It seemed like an eon ago when he was young and excited about being famous. 

That was a time, right at the beginning, that Tony loved press, every tabloid about him, good or bad, was a prize. He was 15, inexperienced and easily lead on. By his 20, he was a world-wide playboy, he never stopped being. Now, a much older man, he had written 20 novels, 15 for the Avengers series(and he's not going back to writing it, Steve deserves a rest) and 5 romances, 3 of them were a critic failure.

Now he gets to live in his big, brand new Penthouse in the middle of Manhattan, all alone; because the love of his life is going down the elevator to never come back. As he lays down, crying in the fetal position, feeling a pain he only ever felt when his parents died, he thinks he will write a novel about hurt the next morning.

 Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark 

Their first meeting was a thing from the movies. Tony Stark, the acclaimed writer, the same man that was in a sex-tape leaked last week at the same time to have a billion contract with Netflix to produce the film adaptations of his book series, had to make a commemorative reading of the 30th year of the release of Avengers: The year of the fallen.This event was the most waited for in his whole schedule, Pepper had been talking about it, how he should be dressed and how he should behave since January. 

The reading would be more symbolic than anything, it would take place in the first bookstore Tony ever did the first reading, Schmidt & Cia Bookstore. It only fits about 300 hundred people there, so the tickets at 500$ each were sold out in 40 minutes and about 10 of them were donated to raffle to the NY Writing course students.  When the day came, Tony drank so much in anxiety that Pepper almost had a fit. She arrived at the Penthouse, threw the last of his expensive scotch in the sink and practically made him look presentable. Pepper had been with him since he was 18, they had a brief romance in the ’90s but now, seeing at how they behaved, it made sense to broke up, she was more of a mother to him than anything.

 So here they were, once again at the front of Schmidt & Cia Bookstore. The building was still intact, even after years, all its colors and its old sign at the front of the window. The major difference was that now, at least a thousand of hallucinated fans were surrounding it, all screaming when his car, drove by Happy, approached. When he got out, the did the usual: smiled to everyone, old or young, talked to some reports and flirted around. He only wanted to come out of the little room they had prepared for him when the time of the reading came. When that happened, he lifted himself a little podium to speak and looked around the little crown that gathered around him.

 Some faces there surprised him, they were middle-aged men, by the end of the room, witch Tony knew were powerful. All of them looking eagerly for his words. The ones closer to the podium were pretty, extremely young. His gaze wandered in each of their faces, landing on the prettiest boy he ever laid eyes upon.  Curly, brown hair, smooth and fair skin(probably never touched) and a Cherubin's face. His brown eyes were sparkling while he held a hold, absolutely worn down a copy of his book, close to his heart. He was probably from the NY Writing course.

 It seems like a foolish thing now, how Tony took one good look at that open and fresh face and got his strength from there. But he did. He smiled at the cameras pointed at him and said: “I want to start this reading by saying that a lot has changed since the first time I did this. People came and people left, but throughout all of this, I always had this crew” he lifted the heavy book as in indicating what he was saying,” to help me”. And with that, he began the reading. The first chapter was pretty much introductory, Captain America was aboard the spaceship J.A.R.V.I.S in search of his long lost crew that was lost in their last mission. The chapter had about 4 pages of text, and while reading it, Tony couldn't stop thinking how his first draft wasn't much different than this, and how his writing style had changed since he was 15. 

When the chapter was over, everyone stood to give him a minute of applause and all of the journalists present shouted questions about him, about his legacy. He tried to ignore it because now it was time for him to give his autographs.Pepper and their team set up a little table, in front of a wall full of posters from the books, where Tony would sit and sign everything that 300 people wanted him too. He had his special pen for this, alongside with a bucket full of ice for his tired hands and a sly smile and soothing words for everyone. Tony had probably given his signature to about 100 people when he received the old and worn down first edition of his book. 

Surprised, he looked up to see that beautiful and shy boy fixing his glasses while looking at him, blushing. If Tony was a good man, an honorable man, he would have smiled and signed the book without a word, being polite but not curious about this youngster in front of him. But he was a nasty, nasty man. He smiled his sweet smile, the one he knew made people’s knees buckle and said:” You must be quite a nerd to spend this kind of money in a first edition, Mr……?’ he fished for a name. “Oh’ the boy seemed surprised that Tony recognized the book “This was a gift, actually,” The boy said.

Tony kept looking at him, for a more elaborate story.“My dad bought it when it first came out’ the boy’s voice was soft and open as his face was “He gave it to me one month before he died. That's why I want you to dedicate it to ‘Richard and Peter Parker” if that's not a bother’ he said, his voice disappearing through the sentence. Tony analyzed him, smiled broader, and wrote: To Richard and Peter Parker, always in each other's hearts. He got the book back to its owner and said:” What are you doing after this?”. 

 Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark

They meet that same night, in a new restaurant called Francesco's Dark Dinner. The whole thing was a weird concept, a place where you had to use all your senses minus the sight, and it a young, youthful place. Tony suggested an old, well-known restaurant, with fine culinary but Peter had said that it was a place with great Italian food. He arrived earlier and waited for his partner to arrive while listening to the conversation around him. 

When Peter arrived, he couldn't see how he was dressed or if he had a good day, the only thing he was glad he could do was smell a sweet, strawberry scent that he basked in. Their conversation was fluid, vivid, along with truly great food (Tony was really satisfied with his dishes) and Peter was, in no short of words, a true genius. He was in the NY Writing program and he was older than what he looked like, he was 20 years old. He was an only child, like Tony, who lost his parents at a young age, like Tony, but he never drank or took anything, unlike Tony. He almost didn't get a place at today's reading, his name was the last call, and he had cried of happiness when he got it. He was extremely polite and his voice stutters every time Tony brushed their hands together.

He was a prey ready and ripe for the taking.

 When they kissed, Peter tasted like youth.  

Stood on my chest and kept me down

Hated hearing my name on the lips of a crowd

Did my best to exist just for you

They had been great, really good for each other in the first year. Tony decided to be the best version of himself, he was punctual and caring. He introduced Peter to Pepper, Rhodes, and Happy as his boyfriend and he demanded respect. They pretended to dislike the boy at the beginning, saying he was too young and naive, but Tony saw Pepper’s hidden smirks, Rhodes open laughs at Peter’s stupid space jokes and saw how protective Happy became of him.

Peter's friends were a completely different story. MJ was a force to fight with, she looked at Tony as if he had killed Santa Claus with his bare hands. Ned was a funny goofy person, saw no evil in no one. Tony took them to Conney Island and they hang around the pier till sunset. During all this time, Ned would’ve shut up and MJ said about 3 words. It didn’t matter though, because Peter had smiled so wide all the time and when they went back to Tony’s place, he rode Tony’s cock like a champion.

Sex with Peter was a whole different experience. Either if they fucked quick and dirty or slow and passionate, it always made Tony shine with joy afterward. When he was younger, Tony had the habit of smoking a cigarette after a good fuck, but that ended when he quit smoking. Now, after leaving Peter sleeping in his bed, he develops the habit of writing. He starts writing and does it through the night. At the beginning, it’s just some short stories or he just describes what he just did with Peter(in very raw, crude words) but as the months are passing, it starts to form a romance novel. It’s about two man, not quite right for each other and every time Tony needs inspiration, he looks over at Peter, peaceful sleeping, his back shining with the sweat of their past activity and he has all the words he needs.

Peter was on the edge of finishing his degree and had an internship with the Osborn publishing, Tony offered him a place at his own company, Peter said no. He wats to grow alone, working in newspapers and them to release his own novel someday. Peter really wants to write a romance, but he secretly enjoys writing children’s books, actually. It really tells a lot about his personality. They are really into each other in their first year. Peter graduates and Tony is there with beautiful aunt May and Peter’s friends to celebrate. They go on summer vacation in Tony’s village in Italy and they make love under the stars there. When New Year’s Eve arrives, their picture was featured in all the major gossip magazines and Peter goes to Tony’s annual party.

 When the watch hits 0, they kiss so deeply that Tony can taste Peter’s soul. Now she's gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart7 months after their break up, Tony is releasing his first book since having crushed his heart. ‘Resorsfullness’ its called. Its a tragedy, it was developed from that first romance novel Tony had begun to write during the first year with Peter. After they broke up, his writing became bitter and it slowly morphed into an epic love tragedy. 

Pepper said it was the best works he ever did, she organized a huge US Tour and the marketing is heavy on this one. He drinks his weight and cries himself to sleep every night, but his life is still together. He still googles Peter’s name weekly and finds out that he’s releasing a second children’s book next fall. He pretends to be fine when he’s around his friends, but the only person he cant pretend to is Pepper. She sees right through all his bullshit, she invades his penthouse one day and pours his drinks in the sink and clean his kitchen. She screams at him when he wakes up and almost cries when Tony starts crying. She holds him through it all and just loves him for all he is.

I am my mother's child, I'll love you 'til my breathing stops

I'll love you 'til you call the cops on me

The first time the cops are called for them, they are dating for 19 months and they are getting tired. Tony drinks a lot, everyone knows that. Peter knows that, but he doesn’t like it. So they go to one gathering party of The Daily Budge, the newspaper Peter is working for. Tony always thought J.J. Jameson was funny, but the guy used Peter like he was a slave and pissed him off. To add up, Peters coworker, Quentin Beck, was a little shit.Peter never hid from anyone in his relationship, so Beck knew who he was seeing. Still, the guy would hit on Peter heavily and whenever he talked to Tony, he implied how old Tony was, how Peter was probably unsatisfied and that he was useless. Tony punched him, Peter screamed at Tony and they left the party in a huge arguing.

Tony gave Happy the day off so they decided to walk to and from the party, so they went the whole way to their home. At some point, they screamed so much that a passing by called the cops. It wasn’t pretty, they were on the next day’s highest searched subject on google.

The second time the cops were involved was when Tony was banging on Peter’s door at three am, begging for forgiveness, 2 weeks before they split.

But in our darkest hours, I stumbled on a secret power

I'll find a way to be without you baby

Tony’s strength cames back to him together with his words. Pepper clean his house sets him up straight and takes him to long walks in Central Park with Edith. Tony promise to stop drinking for once, he joins an AA and Rhodes and Happy take turns taking him there. Edith is the best pal he ever had, loves him and makes him do exercises every day. 

The ache in his chest slowly fades, still there, but not so latent anymore. The first work he does, besides the hurt book that Pepper makes it be a success, is poems. He never wrote poems before, but the words bleed from him every sunrise and every sunset. He’s sitting in a Central Park bench, throwing a ball to Edith, that runs excited around the park, when he watches a small family picknick. He sees how the father acts with his 2 children, and watches how they sit eagerly to read ‘Polka dot dog’ by Peter Parker when the first seed of his idea is planted on the back of his mind.

He spends the next month searching about kids and by the end, he meets with Pepper to discuss having children. Tony knows she always wanted to be a mom, never found someone quite right, but when he brings that up she just laughs at him. ‘You can’t be serious, you don’t even look after yourself” she tells him. He promise he changed, that he’s ready, but it still takes her 2 months to come around the idea.They visited a Fertility clinic right after that. 

They weren’t good for each other romantically, but they are the best of the friends and the doctor says they have a good chance to conceive. 16 months after they broke up, Pepper is confirmed to be pregnant, and Tony’s heart hurt is almost healed.

I still feel you, now and then

Slow like pseudo-ephedrine

When you see me, will you say I've changed?

I ride the subway, read the signs

I let the seasons change my mind

I love it here since I've stopped needing you

Peter was, without better words to put it, Tony’s first love. He had loved that boy as much as he could, as hard as he could, but it hadn’t been enough. He experienced his first true heartbreak late in life, but now he feels it all was worth it. His daughter, Morgan, was his true love, he knew that.

She was 5 years old and she was perfect. Tony hadn’t touched a bottle of alcohol for almost 6 years now, Pepper was so proud of that. Pepper was his best friend, she was his rock of moral rightness. They lived separated, but they were 5 minutes away from each other, Morgan was starting to walk between the houses all by herself. The last book Tony published was called ‘Parenthood and all the things I didn’t know how to do’ and it was his first attempt at poems, all about parenting. It was a huge success. But Morgan didn’t like his writing. She loves small, funny little children’s books and her favorite book was Mrs.Penguin by Peter Parker. His heart stopped every time she asked him that book as a goodnight story.

 On his Sunday with her, Pepper looked apologetic to him and said she had promised to take her to a reading of the newest book Peter was going to publish but she had a party to go. He feels bile rising in his throat but he smiles and takes Morgan to see her first favorite author. The bookstore the reading is happening is small but childlike and Morgan looks amazed.

 The book is named ‘The sunflower and the frog’ and when Peter shows up to do the reading, he looks straight at Tony and smiles. Morgan is not exactly a secret, Tony and Pepper are constantly at the news, and when its time for autographs, Tony had to wait in line for 50 minutes till Morgan got her chance. Peter looks dashing, 29 years old and beaming with health and fashion. He now looks more like a man than he did before, so pretty that Tony aches. Peter gives Morgan a big smile and asks if she likes his books. The girl is absolutely besotted by the young author, opening up like a little flower and Tony can’t help thinking that Starks always falls for Parkers. Peter gives her full attention and only looks at Tony when he’s signing the book.

 He says, looking at Tony’s eyes: “I’m writing: To my dear Morgan, the happiest girl I’ve known’ and when he delivers the book back to Morgan he looks at Tony and says: What are you doing after this?

[peterbabytt]

let it all unfold // starker

synopsis: tony calls peter after their breakup

words: 655

warnings: alcohol use, swearing, unhappy ending...?

tags: @lokitonypeter

!!everyone featured in this fanfiction is 18+ unless specifically stated otherwise!!

i hope you enjoy 💓 feedback/constructive criticism is and always will be accepted, but hate will always be blocked

(by proceeding, you understand and accept the warnings previously provided)

     The last seven phone calls had all gone to voicemail—Tony wasn’t expecting the eighth to be any different... but when the ringing ceased after the third chime, his heart dropped clear into the deepest pit of his stomach as he froze solid, bottle stilling—the fire of his whiskey hadn’t even dripped from the bottle yet, but no less, splashed about in its glass confinement. Movement, just on the other end of the line. Tony held his breath.

     The line was quiet for a long time, almost as if Peter himself was working up the courage to speak. Tony was drowning in the sound of his own heartbeat, loud and clear in his head, when finally… a voice.

     “What part of ‘lose my number’ don’t you understand?” His voice. Peter’s voice. A voice left so incredibly broken, as if stung by a scream and drowned in wet sobs, yet a simple melody to Tony’s ears all the same; he thought he’d never hear it again, that sweet, sweet tone of innocence, yet doused and drenched in sin if only one knew how to listen. The sound destroyed him—no doubt, picked him apart, piece by piece, to the bone. He did this to his boy, to his love. He did this. He did this… 

     Tony found himself speechless, even as his mind, heart and soul begged him to say something—anything!—before the younger of the two ended the call, and yet, there he was, cursed to silence. Fucking silence. 

     It had only been three days, but countless hours of quiet added up, dragging on and slurring together—sleepless, restless, uneasy, all alone, stillness drowning every room, the only voice he ever heard being his own, the walls spitting echoes of his own fiery agony right back into his face. Peter’s voice was a pleasant change of pace, even if… well—

     “I’m sorry.” I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. He’d say it again and again, over and over, a million times if he needed to. Was he even sure he knew how to say anything else? Had he forgotten everything else?

     “I’m hanging up,” a quick and simple threat. Tony nearly choked.

     “Peter, please don’t—”

     “Goodbye, Tony,” Movement.

     “Are you safe?” he all but shouted... silence… silence… silence...

     “What?” Peter questioned after a moment, voice cracked, pitched, broken.

     “Are you safe?” Tony repeated. “Baby, please, I need to know you’re safe. I won’t call, I won’t text, I won’t write, just… let me know that you’re—” Peter hung up, and worry bubbled in his gut. Silence—fucking silence—drowned his senses until a high pitch ringing was the only thing he could hear. He pressed harsh fingers to his temples, but nothing would rid the pain nor cease the ring. He wrapped his fingers tight around the neck of his bottle and raised it to his lips, only to stop and stare at the liquid fire splashing around inside the glass. With eyes of ire, he raised the glass higher, dropping his arm to the surface of the coffee table and smashing the glass to bits, doucing the carpet in a warm orange glow. He dropped his head to his unsteady hands as tears came to his eyes and a sob raked throughout his entire being.

     About an hour and a half later, as the older man had began to doze off, a faint chime could be heard from the couch cushion beside him. Opening his eyes, he glanced down at the notification.

il mio tesoro💕: I am.

     A single and sudden breath punched out of his lungs, and he nearly collapsed. Peter, his Peter was… no. No, Peter wasn’t his. Peter isn’t his. Peter is Peter. Peter is safe. And that’s all he needed to know.

     With gentle hands, this time, he scooped up his phone, pressed his thumb to the sensor and drew in an easy breath. 

Info… Edit…

     A painful smile spread across his lips. 

Delete Contact… Confirm.

~~~~~

thank you for reading liau 💕 i hope you enjoyed it, even if it did have quite an upsetting ending. now, i have a question for you, my reader… this snippet is a rewrite from a story i wrote a few years back, but of a different fandom and in a different perspective (the original is written in first person pov). i could continue to rewrite the story and post more parts with more of an actual plotline, or i could leave it as is. my question for you is: which would you prefer? do you want more plot? more background? a reason for their breakup? possibly (and i cannot stress that word enough) a happy ending? or are you satisfied with where this left off? comment, reblog or message me with an answer, or feel free to anonymously reply through my ask (link) thank you again! sorry if i broke your heart, i hope you’ll allow me to mend it in the future 💕

[starkerfestivals]

StarkerFestivals September Shuffle

Hey guys! The StarkerFestivals Summer Bingo has come to a close so we have info for the next event which has been named StarkerFestivals September Shuffle.

The goal for the event is to fit as many tropes into one universe as possible!

How does this work?

A calendar for September with possible prompts has been created for this event.

A text based version of the prompts will be included under the Read More cut.

Each day has two possible prompts to choose from. Participants can pick and choose the prompts from the calendar.

The number of prompts can be daily, weekly, or however many you wish to include to tailor the work to your liking. This can be posted as one single work or as multiple pieces all linked together in the same story.

(So for fanfics, this can be one completed fanfic or it can be a multi chapter fic that gets updated whenever a prompt is completed)

This also means that participants are not obligated to pick a prompt for every single day, but pick and choose whichever prompts they find appealing. The goal is to fit as many prompts into one work and to have fun with it!

What are the rules?

Starker has to be the main pairing/end goal pairing. As long as the main pairing and/or end goal is starker, other pairings are 100% welcome.

This event is open to everyone but we discourage minors from choosing prompts that are NSFW.

Tag @starkerfestivals​ or use #SFSeptemberShuffle for this event’s works.

AO3 collection for this will be SFSeptemberShuffle

Please tag accordingly. Applicable trigger warnings should be added to each appropriate chapter or work.

There is no word count limit or maximum. Write as much or as little as you’re comfortable with.

Mood boards, artwork, edits, head canons, are all welcome.

If it’s cracky by the end, that’s awesome! We love fun and wacky stuff to enjoy. If you manage to make it cohesive and it works together flawlessly, also awesome! Tailor this event to how you want to do it, don’t think about what expectations others might have.

More information/examples for the event can be found under the Read More. If you have any questions, please feel free to DM any of the mods or a send a ask to the blog.

Text Based Prompts for September:

1.Canon Universe OR choose an AU

2. ABO OR Secret Identity

3. Fake Dating OR Walk in Nature

4. Mild Injury OR Sharing a Bed

5. Sex Pollen OR Daily Bugle

6. Heavy Petting OR Secret Dating

7. Mutual Pining OR Getting Together

8. Drug Use OR Misunderstanding

9. Caught Having Sex OR Bath Time

10. A Wild Ex Appears OR Heat/Rut

11. Daddy Kink OR Halloween Prep

12. Pumpkin Spice Everything OR BDSM

13. On a Mission OR Cheating

14. Awkward Sex OR “Where did you come from?”

15. Bottom!Tony OR New Scar

16. Cooking Disaster OR Spit Kink

17. Bladder Control OR Little Space

18. Swapped Bodies OR Sexting

19. “Send Nudes” OR “I’m sorry, my phone died!”

20. Butt Plug OR And Now There Are Vamps

21. Scared of Storms OR Spider Gag

22. Incest Kink OR Temporary MC Death

23. “Please, I don’t wanna die!” OR Public Fingering.

24. Break Up OR Safe Word Use

25. Cause of Death: Second Hand Embarrassment OR Hate Sex

26. Love Confession OR Shower Sex

27. Giggly Kisses OR Argument

28. “You Hurt Me” OR “Let’s Watch 365”

29. Minor Character Death OR Movie Night

30. Strip Tease OR Marriage Proposal

What if I'm not writing fanfics?

Other content is welcomed as long as they are linked in the same universe. So for example, an artist can create one art piece with as many tropes as they want, or they can create a series of art pieces like a comic. The same can be done for moodboards. As long as the prompts occur in the same universe, it'll count for this event.

This is a bit confusing… Can you give some examples of how to do this event?

Say your goal is to get every single prompt filled. You would need to plan on how to fit each prompt into a single/multi-chapter fic.

Say, your personal goal was to do the prompts you like and nothing more. You would need to plan on how to fit them all into a single/multi-chapter fic.

Maybe you spend the entire month working on a one shot, where you fit all 30 prompts into one chapter.

Maybe you write a 30 chapter fanfic, posting once a day to get each prompt.

Maybe you fit 7 prompts in one chapter, and post once a week.

Maybe you only like 2 of the prompts out of all of them. So your personal goal is to fit two tropes into a single fic by the end of the month.

Maybe you like some tropes but not others. Say you like days 1-6 but not 7 or 8. So your personal goal is to get a chapter out with days 1-6 and think about 9-30 later.

Whatever you want to do, at whatever pace and whatever challenge level you want!

What happens if I miss a day?

Whatever you want to happen! You can skip that prompt if you want, or incorporate two prompts in one chapter, or plan to upload only one chapter that week with all the prompts. No big deal, it’s whatever you want.