Ship Any Ship You Want

I blame Starker aka the reason I've made this side blog

[anonoite]

im not going anywhere

[mcplestreet-deactivated20250220]

carl is so exasperated + fed up with negan in every scene that i really whole heartedly believe that if he was older and less twinky we'd think he's the top. i will not be taking constructive criticism at this time.

[saldoodles]

twinsies ♡

[pedrospascaled]

Negan Cooking/Talking About Cooking

[deactivated-blog]

is this not what happened

[helena-radd]

* The Sweetest Surrender - Plazma *

[rik-materik]

[paperpeter]

starker and summer🌻

[itsokto]

Sorry but everytime I think of cegan I think of season 1 Carl and ...... Just nah, I'm not that kind of person

It’s totally ok, we all have our own vision! I always try to tag every shipname, so you can block the tag. 😌

Also if someone needs something tagged inform me!

For me I picture 16+ years old Carl based on Chandler Riggs real age at the episodes with Negan. He’s pretty mature and strong individual at the point where they met, so it is interesting to see his interactions with Negan. The fact that Negan cares about Carl more than about any other human on the show kinda matters too! So I have my reasons. 🤗

[carl-sweet-serial-killer]

Negan: are you scared of me?

Carl: -scoffs- no.

Negan: -smirking- good.

Carl: are you scared of me?

Negan: no.

Negan: im fucking terrified of you.

Carl: -smirking- good.

[valearidh]

well…

[cxgan]

TWD got me with that mild implication that Carl was Negan’s family too.

If you didn’t take it that way you’re wrong sorry I don’t make the rules.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[reincao]

😇💕

[starkerdays]

Do I hear high school sweethearts? 

Part 1/ Part 2

Peter thanked Jesus almighty that his aunt wasn’t home when he heard the roar of a motorcycle stop at his driveway. Of course. Of course Tony had showed up in a motorcycle.

He grabbed his phone, checked his reflection one more time in the crappy mirror he had hanging on the wall, and after taking his keys, he went outside. 

“So this is your house, huh? Had to move heaven and hell to get your address” 

Peter wasn’t about to admit this, but Tony looked hot as hell. He was wearing tight black pants, and… something else. He was too focused on the pants. 

“And you had to show up in this… monster, like a typical jock” he muttered and moved his hands in an ‘annoyed’ sign. 

“You just handed me the opportunity to say ‘but I’m your jock’ in a silver platter, Parker” 

“Say that, and I go back inside” 

Tony laughed and bit his lip. He had been laying on his motorcycle, but he impulsed himself onto his feet again, getting close to Peter. “Now that would be unfortunate”

The boy’s heart started speeding slightly, but his brain was faster, and he curved Tony, going to his bike. “We going or what?” 

Tony was too respectful to force him into anything, so he hopped on top of the bike and handed Peter the helmet he had, turning around. “Now hold me like I’m your favorite teddy bear”

“Wait, is this the only one? Are you gonna ride without a helmet?” 

“A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do” replied Tony, and started the bike the moment he noticed Peter was safe and ready, not giving him any more time to think twice. 

The ride was pretty silent, Peter too scared to actually say anything as he held onto Tony for dear life. He fucking hated bikes and everything that could turn out in, well, death. 

When they got to a dirty parking lot, Peter hopped off and looked at Tony, giving him back the helmet. “Where are we?” 

“Think about any romcom you’ve ever watched” 

“I don’t watch any, Stark, I do productive stuff” 

Tony rolled his eyes and started walking. “We’re on a fair, Peter”

Peter’s heart skipped a bit. God, he hated fairs. But how could he tell Tony? He was already playing hard to get, and the guy was trying so damn hard. So, they just kept walking, a silence, that dispite their situation, wasn’t awkward. 

“I don’t have a teddy bear, by the way” he whispered when they were already inside. 

“What?”

“You told me to hold you like my ‘favorite’ teddy bear. I don’t have one” 

Tony smirked and looked at Peter, his eyes filling with ideas. “We can fix that. Hey, sir! I’ll play” 

“Alright, sir! You have three stones. The more bottles you break, the bigger the prize” 

Tony took one of the stones and stayed there for a second, calculating how much strenght he’d have to use. He finally threw it and he broke five bottles. Then three, then five again. 

“You can get a six dollar prize, sir” 

Tony smirked and looked around, finding a pink, over the normal size teddy bear that had a white price tag with the number 7 written on it. Tony sighed. He didn’t make it, apparently. 

The sir that was looking at Tony, that was now kind of uncomfortable because he hadn’t won the teddy bear for Peter, realized what kind of situation he was in, and he reached up to take the pink teddy and handed it over to the teenager. 

“Have a great night, sir” 

Tony smiled and took it, saying thank you in a soft voice, then headed to Peter and gave it to him. 

“Tony, am I supposed to hold this all night?” 

Peter was now biting his lip. There were a lot of homophobic people out there, and he was with a boy, holding a pink teddy bear. He didn’t want to look ungrateful, but he didn’t want them to get hurt. 

The teddy bear was gorgeous on itself. It had little brown eyes and rosy cheeks, while it was dressed with a white mini skirt. Peter didn’t want to throw it away, and Tony realized almost immediately what was going on. 

“I’ll hold it for you” 

The teenager holding the teddy bear smiled, his heart warming slowly, but once again, his brain answering faster. “Where did your macho macho men facade went? I thought you had some kind of toxic masculinity or something” and then he laughed, while Tony started walking like a drag queen, holding the bear over his head, being goofy. 

“I don’t have any of that, Parker” 

“That’s not true, Stark” 

Tony turned around and went back to where Peter was standing, and looked down at him, the teddy on his hand, but far away from their faces. Tony whispered then: “I could not disagree more”, then leaned in, taking Peter’s lips with his own. 

The boy’s breath hitched when those lips were again on him, but he didn’t dare to move, except his lips of course. And after battling for a long while about what to do exactly, Tony finally reached forward and took Peter’s waist, pulling him closer, maybe holding him too tight, because a tiny, very shallow submissive moan escaped Peter’s lips. 

There was nothing he could do about this, he was hard already. God fucking damn it. Peter was the hottest fucking thing he had ever seen. 

Considering he had already taken him by surprise with the kiss and the waist grabbing, Tony thought that maybe it would be for the best if he asked permission to take things further. So, he ran his tongue on Peter’s bottom lip, asking for permission. 

Another moan escaped Peter’s lips as he parted them, letting Tony enter at his full force, making their tongues meet instantly, fitting perfectly. 

When a kid started crying, Peter pulled back, suddenly falling back onto the realization that they were out in the public eye. But he didn’t speak. He was at a loss of words. That kiss was… something. 

They stared at each other for a moment too-long, until Tony broke the silence, holding the teddy bear now with one hand. 

“You have me going crazy, Parker” 

[starkerdays]

Do I hear high school sweethearts?

“Common, Parker. One date” 

“Maybe if you win the game” 

“Give me a good luck kiss, then” 

Peter scoffed, but he grabbed Tony by the shoulders and pulled him in, giving him a two seconds too-long peck on the lips. “Now go, and win that shit, I’ve been craving some french fries”. 

Tony smirked and ran back to his teammates, that started whistling and making kissy faces, leaving Peter alone in the bleachers. 

When the game started, and Tony was close to scoring, he turned around and pointed at Peter, finding him easily in the middle of the crowd. 

“This one’s for you” he mouthed, knowing that the too-smart kid from his chemistry class was going to catch on. 

Peter blushed slightly, touching his lips involuntarily, the faint sensation of those lips on him still there. 

It was inevitable, they were too good. They won. 

Peter cheered, but nothing too crazy, and after all the glory, while his teammates were still celebrating and screaming (half of the things were obscenities), Tony jogged back to the same bleachers he had left Peter in. 

“You owe me a date” exclaimed Tony, smirking like a cocky, entitled fuck. 

The boy stood up and got close to the edge, swinging a little. “I said maybe”. 

The face of frustration Tony made when the words left Peter’s mouth was enough reward. “What do I have to do, then?”

Parker smirked and licked his lips, looking at how Tony’s eyes were following his tongue as it danced on his lower lip. 

“Pick me up at seven, jerk” Peter said, and then he turned around, ready to go, but he was yanked back by a strong arm. 

“You don’t get to tease me like that, Parker, and then leave without a kiss?” 

“You need another one?” 

“From you? A thousand. Every day” 

The color in Peter’s cheeks spread a little, but he never took his eyes away from the athlete he had in front of him, leaning in and kissing him slowly, tasting his sweat, that some-fucking-how tasted wonderfully. 

Tony parted his lips slowly, letting Peter’s tongue come in, their lips moving in sync and the background screaming sounding like it was on another room. Tony wanted to reach forward and bring Peter closer, but he knew it would be too soon. Parker had to lead. 

The kiss was so slow, and it was so good that they both entered trance, and when Peter’s phone rang, they both jerked back in surprise. 

“May” he answered, looking at Tony while the athlete rubbed his eyes, probably trying to come back to reality. “Yeah, it’s over. I’m going home now. No, yeah I won’t. Not really? I ate a while ago- no, yeah. Okay, sure. Love you, bye”. 

“Your aunt?” spoke Tony, voice way too harsh to pass as normal. Peter smirked. He had turned Stark on. Interesting. 

“Yeah. See you tomorrow, Stark” 

And this time, he did walk away, not turning around when Tony shouted: “Give me your number!”. He knew Tony would find his number somehow and that he was going to call him. 

As Peter walked away, disappearing from behind the bleachers, entering once again the school, Tony smiled to himself. He had scored. 

“And that ass!” he muttered to himself as he ran back to his teammates, all happy and smiley. 

[littleclownzz]

[im-a-goner--foryou]

For those who needed this today.

[thegoodcrouse]