Curate, connect, and discover
Starker - Blog Posts
I'll never get over this meme 🤣🤣🤣
Translation:
"Movie Summary
Spiderman Homecoming: An older man gives expensive gifts to a minor he met online and asks him to wear tight clothing"
LMFAO
~ mystisophia 🍒
that one silly meme but starker happy lunar new year of bunny and cat!
And honestly Tony had been in love with Peter for a long time. Longer then what cared to admit.
But it was Peter talking to DUM-E that sealed his fate.
He had sent DUM-E to the corner for knocking over a tray. And when Peter got in asking why he was in the corner, he didn't laugh and go about his business. He went and knelt down next to him. Patting him on his head. Quietly talking to him about how about they train together for lab safety and maybe update his sensors to help prevent future accidents.
I love fics where people (the general public) assume Pepper doesn’t like Peter on account of him being much younger and married to her ex husband and co parenting her daughter when in reality in my heart of hearts I know this is their relationship. They gang up on Tony. They have tea sessions. Tony is horrified of them being in the same room together because he knows they will be exchanging intel. Peter loves her daughter and so Pepper loves Peter. It’s very simple. Peter is free child care. Peter keeps Tony out of stupid shit, because Tony’s just a little afraid of Peter like he is of her. They’re a very healthy functional coparenting unit.
“No,” Tony shakes his head, “We’re not doing this.”
“Doing what!?” Peter demands, exasperated, “What is it that we cannot do?”
“This, us,” Tony sighs, “Kid, you have to understand. I’m not made for you. You’re meant to go out and find someone your own age, who doesn’t have drinking problems and isn’t mentally unstable. You deserve better than me, Pete.”
“I don’t want anything better, Tony,” Peter narrows his eyes, his chin jutting up, “There isn’t anyone better out there for me. I want you.”
“Kid–”
“Stop calling me that,” Peter growls, “I’m twenty-five fucking years old. I’m not that sixteen year old you met all those years ago. I’ve grown up and I know what I want. And I know what you want, too.”
“It doesn’t matter what I want, Peter,” Tony tells him sadly, “And you being twenty-five now doesn’t lessen our age gap.”
“Damn our age gap, then!” Peter cries. He reaches out for the older man’s hands and pulls him closer so that their faces are only inches apart. “Damn what anyone else has to say about us and damn what you think I want. Because I want you. How many times do I have to say it?”
“Until you realize what a mistake that is,” Tony whispers. He grazes his thumb over Peter’s cheekbone and down to the corner of his lip. Peter shudders and closes his eyes, leaning into the touch, “You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart.”
“I think I do,” Peter smiles lightly, he takes a few steps closer and backs Tony into the wall. And then it all comes stumbling out, “You think I’m adorable when I’m mad. You want me but falsely believe you cannot have me. You feel overwhelmed that I exist.”
Tony blinks, his eyes searching Peter’s face, “What, are you reading my non-existent diary or something?”
Peter laughs breathily. “I know you don’t remember telling me those things. But drunk words <i>are</i> sober thoughts.”
With a deep swallow, Tony sighs, “You got me there, kid.”
“Tony, I said to stop calling me kid,” Peter practically whines.
“Force of habit,” Tony shrugs.
“Okay, then for now on you’ll be Mr. Stark again. I’ll add in a few sirs here and there, too. You know what, maybe I’ll even call you da–”
He’s cut off by an abrupt but welcome crash of the lips. Peter hums and instantly melts into it, his hands finding Tony’s defined biceps. He takes it one step further by pressing Tony closer to the wall and opening his mouth, welcoming the older man’s tongue. Tony seems hesitant at first but doesn’t take too long to start exploring Peter’s mouth as if it’s his last day on earth.
Heat races up and down Peter’s body and everything within him buzzes for more. More of Tony, more of them, together, as one. Involuntarily, his hips thrust into Tony’s, but the pleasure that follows isn’t anything he’d give up.
Tony pulls back just slightly, their foreheads pressed together, “Peter–”
“Shut up,” Peter demands through gritted teeth. He pulls Tony back into the kiss, and Tony lets him. Peter feels Tony’s hands travel down to the back of his thighs before he's suddenly hoisted up so that his legs are wrapped around Tony’s torso.
“Couch,” Peter pants between kisses. Tony obliges and walks him over to the couch, not breaking the kiss even as he sets Peter down onto his back.
Peter uses his legs to squeeze Tony in closer and his hands on the older man’s hips to guide them into steady thrusts. Tony and Peter’s moans are twisted together in a sort of harmony.
“God, kid, you’re perfect,” Tony gasps, “So beautiful. Breathtaking.”
Peter flips them over and Tony is sitting up with Peter on his lap. “Just for you, sir,” Peters smirks, satisfied when Tony’s entire body jerks in pleasure at the title, and dives in for more.
Normally it’s Tony who goes on the invention binge and disappears into his lab for an unknown amount of hours before reemerging half delirious with giant black circles under his eyes
So he knows he kind of deserves this when it happens to Peter after they get together
And as he’s sitting upright in bed, scared half to death from waking up to Peter standing in front of him and staring at him, he silently vows to apologize to Rhodey, Happy and Pepper for doing this to them multiple times in the past
Peter: So you know how you absolutely adore me and are hopelessly, endlessly in love with me?
Tony: ...
Tony: I do, but that doesn't mean you're gonna get away with whatever it is you're about to confess to doing.
— tw: mentions of dr*gs, alcoholi*m, reh*b
Recovering drug addict and alcoholic Tony where everyone is almost ready to give up on him (or has given up entirely) until rehab aid, Deaf and Mute, Peter Parker is assigned to him. There's no frustated shouting, harsh words of reprimand, just gentle coaxing, understanding touches. There's no judgemental eyes just soft sad doe-like ones whenever he throws up or screams in frustration. Peter stays with him. Doesn't give up on him. Along the way Tony helps him too, enrolls him to speech recovery therapy, gets him checked out for possibilities to get his hearing back. It was so easy to help Peter. And little by little, the rehab aid became a friend, then a best friend, it gradually, slowly built until Tony realizes he had fallen for Peter. Hard. And he wants to be the best man for the kid.
Slowly but surely, his rehab went better than the past years, his withdrawal lessened, his body healthier. At the same time, he builds Peter a hearing aid, and Tony will always remember the look on his face when he first heard Tony's voice. With the help of the hearing aid and speech therapy, Peter gradually starts speaking again. His first work? "Tony." And god, Tony could've died happily when that first happened.
They took care of each other. Helped each other learn and grow. Until Tony can't do it anymore and confesses. He gets the sweetest "I love you too," in return.
He ends up marrying Peter a year later after his rehab. He wins countless rewards. His paper that he worked on with Peter regarding his condition got recognized. And when he wins a Nobel Prize, he stands at the podium, looking healthier than his previous years, gold ring on his finger as he says:
"First of all, I'd like to thank my life partner Peter Stark for helping me find my voice again. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be here— I'd probably be wearing something orange and doing a really hard time— but all thanks to him, he's given me reason to be better and be the best man to take care of him. I love you so much, Pete. Once again, My Mrs. Stark, everyone."
Peter wakes up in the middle of the night to an empty bed
When he goes to investigate he finds Tony in their baby’s room. Sitting in the rocking chair with their baby in his arm whispering about how much he loves their little family
Peter still remembers the nights he woke up to an empty bed and found Tony staring at a bootle of whiskey
X
It had been three years. Three years, and still, his pulse skipped at the sight of him, just as it had back when he was a student in Stark’s class. He should be over this. He was over this. And yet, as he took in the way the flickering candlelight danced against the older man’s sharp features, a traitorous part of him wanted to step closer instead of turning him away.
You know. I always liked the concept of someone being left at the alter but normally it's Peter.
How about this promty if you like:
Tony and Pepper finally have their wedding day, and she leaves Tony at the altar. But don't worry. Peter steps up in her place. He loves Tony and will sign a prenuptial agreement, Tony just has to say I do....
- @winterspiderpurrs
"Someone else"
- a starker ficlet.
Tony didn't feel any sense of sadness when Rhodey enters his hotel room to tell him that Pepper left in a sense of hurry and panic in her wedding dress claiming she couldn't marry Tony because there was someone else. Of course there was someone else, Tony wasn't blind. He saw all the signs, he was just waiting for Pepper to back out.
He just didn't expect Pepper to back out the last minute. He didn't even care about how much they spent on this wedding, he had let Pepper handle everything. The relief inside his chest began spreading all over his body. He leaned back on the sofa, he wasn't getting married.
Thank fuck.
But, he was left at the fucking altar. Now, that was something the media would go crazy about. Tony lets out a snort, Rhodey had already left minutes ago to tell everyone that the wedding has been cancelled. He could deal with all the PR shit later, he tried to scower his feelings, trying to find any feeling of hurt, of betrayal, anything. But nothing came.
Just insurmountable relief and gratefulness that Pepper had been the one to turn away from this. Because Tony wouldn't be able to, he felt like this marriage would be the one to finally pull him away from the one person he really wanted to marry.
Yes, Pepper wasn't the only one with someone else.
Tony had someone else as well.
Someone else.
He breathed in, closing his eyes, imagining those beautiful brown doe eyes looking at him, those delicious curls under his fingers, those soft pale skin against his darker one, those thin lucious lips against his, god, how he wished he could see his someone else right now.
"Boss, Peter is asking to connect to your comms." Friday chirps out from his AI glasses.
Tony breathed, his someone else.
"Connect him, baby girl." Tony answers.
"Tony? What the fuck? Why is the wedding cancelled?" Peter asked with a worried tone, "Are you okay? Where- where are you? Do you want me to come see you?"
Ah, that beautiful voice.
"Yeah, kid. Pep had someone else." Tony says softly, he leans forward, pressing his elbows against his knees.
A gasp.
"A-Are you okay? Do- Do you want me to-"
"I'm okay, kiddo. You know who I want, baby. You know who I want to marry, don't you?" Tony asked in a raspy tone, "But I can't marry him, can I?"
"I'll go see you, where are you? Are you in your room?" It was a hasty question, Tony could hear Peter's footsteps, fast, running.
"Yeah, come here."
"You can marry him. You know you can." Peter suddenly says.
Tony inhaled, swallowing.
Peter was still running.
"I can't, he's just nineteen. I'll take away his youth, his future, his-"
"His youth is yours. His future is you. He loves you, Tony. He'll marry you anytime, any day, hell, he'll marry you now." Peter says in between pants, a ding of the elevator can be heard.
He breathes in deeper, "Yeah? He'll marry me?"
"Yes, all you have to say I do, Tony. I'll marry you. I don't care if I'm nineteen, I'm yours. I'll marry you." Peter says, confident.
Tony could feel the flutter of his heart was fast and he unconciously took out his phone to dial up Rhodey's number.
"Tones, what's up?"
"I'm still getting married, Rhodey. Tell the officiant that a wedding is still going to happen." He says, he doesn't stick around to wait for Rhodey's answer, he drops the call.
"Well, it looks like you're going to come home as Peter Stark, kid." Tony says with a soft tone, he hears a melodious laugh coming from the other side of the comms.
"What a dream come true, Mr. Stark."
"As it is with me, Mr. Stark." Tony answers, grinning.
He'll end up getting married today anyway, but this time, to his someone else, to the one he really loves.
the first time Tony realized he wanted to kiss Peter was on a winter night when he was driving the boy home and they were so busy talking that Tony hadn't noticed he'd followed the boy out of the luxury car and walked him to the entrance of his apartment. they were standing under the dim light that flickered every couple of seconds, the cold air making Peters cheeks a pretty pink just as pink as his puffy lips. he had the sudden urge to lean forward and press their lips together in a soft kiss, the feeling almost too much with how it took over his body.
the first time he realized he wanted more than to place his lips on the boys was in the spring. Tony threw an Easter party, mainly an excuse for everyone to gather around and catch up. They were all outside, gathered in groups chatting away around the large yard. Clint's kids were racing around in a game of tag and that's when he spots Nathaniel running to Peter and begging him to join and he does without hesitance. He watches with dazed filled eyes as the boy chases the children around and his heart feels warm. The sound of the childish laughter and soft atmosphere gave him a wave of happiness, what if he had this life with Peter?
the first time he truly notices the boys beautiful figure was in the summer. they were working down in the lab and peter wore a light blue, fitted tank top that showed off his broad shoulders and thick muscles. it was far too hot for Tony to comment on his clothes but he couldn't pull his eyes away from Peters arms, they flexed as he moved and there was a light sheen of sweat on his pale skin. Tony wanted to lean forward and trail his hands over what he can only assume are abs under his shirt, maybe even let his tongue trail over them until he's swirling it over the head of his--he needs to calm down. with a deep breath, Tony turns back to his own work but his eyes glance over to the boy more often than not.
the first time Tony gives in is in autumn. they are walking along the busy New York park and Peter takes the time to purposefully step on the crunchy leaves, eventually encouraging Tony to join him in the silly act. it wasn't often that the older man would give in to these type of things but it was becoming more often occurance when he was around Peter, he made him comfortable enough and it was clear he wanted Tony to do something as small as crunch leaves with him. it's when they come up to a small puddle that Tony shakes his head saying he wouldn't splash in the water and his shoes were too expensive for that but Peter is grabbing his hands and tugging him into the small pool and then playfully stomping his feet. It took a couple more stomps but eventually Tony is cracking a smile and his own foot is hitting the water and splashing it lightly. there's soft laughter being shared between the two and then they locked eyes. that's when Tony can longer hold back his desire, he's cupping Peters cheek and gently pulling him into a kiss underneath the yellow and orange leaves.
Tony, angry for no reason: Nobody talk to me, I'm fucking angry!
Peter, pouting: Not even me?
Tony, frowning: No, of course not, why would you say that? You can always talk to me.
Tony, still angry: I'm still angry so no one is allowed to talk to me!
Tony, turning to Peter, using his soft tone: Except you, Tesoro. I love you. I love talking to you.
Prompt:
Tony never visits his parents graves. To many memories.
But one day he was out with Happy, on his Mother's birthday they neared the cemetery where they were buried. And he felt a strong urge to go there.
Even though he hasn't been here since the funeral he knows exactly where to go. Which is a surprise considering how plastered he was for it.
But what he isn't expecting is for someone to be at the tomb stones, cleaning it. Talking a mile a minute as if there was a live person there. Scrubbing and getting some of the grime off the headstone.
" I'll make sure to bring some flowers or plants next time I'm here. I just couldn't pass up the chance to NOT clean your headstone. You would think the grounds keeper would take better care. But since I was already here cleaning up, Uncle Ben's might as well fix you up too. Your son is doing great work, you know that? Course you do. But still I read his latest paper and it's really neat. I wonder if I could tweak some of the"
And that is how Tony met one Peter Parker.
guys.
Tony’s a guest judge on the latest season on Masterchef meant for those in the 18-21 year old category. He’s not sure why the fuck he’s there when he can’t differentiate shit in the kitchen, but he’s definitely there to bump up the ratings.
He’s supposed to be giving insightful comments, maybe give a pep talk or two, comfort a candidate during a meltdown, but goes absolutely speechless when the first person to present his dish is 18 year old Peter Parker from Queens.
“Tony.” Rhodey hisses from the side. “Tony.”
“Absolutely brilliant. Five stars. You know what? Make it ten. It’s fantastic. Cooked just right.”
Beside Tony, Rhodey’s trying not to cuss up a storm, “You haven’t even tasted it, man!”
Tony accepts the fork that’s handed to him, his gaze still fixed on pink-cheeked smiley Peter. Stabs his fork through a piece of chorizo and pops it into his mouth.
“…comments, Tony?” The host prompts him, somewhat nervously.
“Nothing. He’s perfect.”
“I meant…the food. Your comments on the food.”
Peter’s trying to maintain his composure, but it’s obvious he finds the whole situation hilarious.
“Look, I’m not even qualified to judge a cooking competition, but what do you feel about being my personal chef?”
The person behind the camera is yelling “Cut!” and Pepper is in him in a heartbeat, her stiletto heels clacking ominously against the floor.
“Tony-“
“Seriously.” Tony sets the fork down. “You should see my kitchen. It’s state of the art. Pepper.” He turns to his personal assistant. “Tell him how fantastic my kitchen is.”
“Um.” Peter glances uncertainly towards the side where the producers are in the midst of a heated discussion whether that little segment should be left in for airing. “…that’s nice?”
Pepper smiles apologetically at Peter, “I’m sorry. Really.”
“It’s fine. Not everyone can say that they’ve been on Masterchef and got flirted with by the Tony Stark. But seriously, how’s the food? I did spend an hour trying to perfect this.”
“Honestly, kid. I’m gonna maybe need a personal demonstration of how you cooked this dish. You know-“ Tony gestures uselessly with his hands. “-for evaluation purposes.”
“Uh huh. Of course.”
Obviously, it’s a competition and Tony can’t be having favorites, but it’s obvious who he’s rooting for. The episode airs with that little clip of Tony flirting kept in, and the ratings go insane. A couple of episodes later, Peter announces that he’s withdrawing from the competition because of a much better offer and Tony officially interrupts the live episode with a,
“Yes, as my boyfriend.”
I know I've said it before but
Mafia AU where Tony likes to keep an arm around Peter, but Peter notices this creates a weak spot so he learns to shoot left handed so he can guard Tony's left while his arm is around his waist
