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Masterlist

Started: 5/18/2021

Last Updated: 5/18/2021

Total Works: 3

Marvel

Series:

Starker

Crybaby Part 1

Crybaby Part 2

WinterSpider

Clueless Part 1

Clueless Part 2

Smut:

Blurbs:

My Hero Academia 

The Bartender

Star Wars

Teen Wolf

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FELIX: ★★★★★ (5-STAR)

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The Bartender

A bartender AU for the pairing of Izuku+Aizawa....

at first this was a joke, but now I dont know.... 

(but this is just a little taste of this story)

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“Alright let's get into the nitty gritty.”

“You do drugs?”

“...”

“And before you think to lie about it–I don’t really give a shit, I'm just kinda mandated to say this stuff in an interview.”

“No.”

“Have you been incarcerated or received a felony charge?”

“No.”

“Then it looks like your fuckin’ hired, kid.”

Thats when Izuku knew he wanted to fuck his boss, Shouta Aizawa.

Rewind back to a week before this interview, in the sheer carnal need of finding a fucking job that would financially support him to survive and not be essentially homeless– again. Izuku got laid off at his full time job that he’s had throughout college and three breakups. So a job that has been with him throughout very impactful moments in his life.

He was at his lowest point in life at that moment, he realized it as soon as he looked at the way he was living. As if one morning, instead of wishing for it to end and restart over again like he was so used to already, he went job hunting.

He remembers exactly what he wore that day, down to the color he chose to wear for his underwear. It was a dark gray, he remembered wanting to match every accessory in his outfit. He wore dark tones that day, maybe because the shift in the clouds inspired him somehow, or he just had a feeling.

To this day he could swear it was because he was going to meet him. Izuku knew he looked good, he could see it in the eyes of men in the train frantically looking away once he lifted his green eyes up at them.

He could hear it in the sigh of the woman who was asking him questions, like what were his past jobs. He felt it when the man sitting across from him in a suit and tie looked at him as if he wanted to eat him alive.

But when he met him…it was like he had no effect on the man whatsoever.

Like what has been happening all day with Izuku, was all just in his pretty little head.

He remembers the way Aizawa was standing behind the bar, cleaning the aged wood with noticeable cracks and carvings, his left hand gripping loosely at the wood to stabilize himself while he polished the wood with his right hand. His hair was tied back loosely, his thin sleeves rolled up like saggy fabric at the base of his forearm. The defined line of muscle set something ablaze in Izuku’s mind. But he had shoved it back and focused on the mission.

Aizawa hadn’t looked up and smiled like all the other interviewers. He didn’t shout out a pleasantry and tried for a formal shake of the hand. Aizawa had kept wiping, eyes zeroed in on the wood, yet they seemed unfocused like he was falling asleep to the rhythm of his cleaning.

“Excuse me,” Izuku’s voice drowned out the faintly playing football game. It sounded louder than he had wanted, but he just assumed it sounded like that due to how empty the bar was. Granted it was only 10 am.

“I was wondering if you guys were hiring right now.” Izuku pushed on, slowly gaining his confidence back once he saw another worker from the back walk over to them. The blonde's eyes landed directly onto Izuku, like a damn magnet to a fridge.

“Yeah we’re hiring!” The loud abrasive voice threw Izuku off his balance, and the bubbling excitement and sheer delight at receiving a new thing to focus on in his life soon fizzled out once the man polishing the wood stopped moving.

“No, we’re not hiring. We don’t allow anyone 18 and under to serve drinks here.” He spoke lowely, like he didn’t have the energy to raise his voice, like he knew anyone would listen anyway.

“Last time I checked, I’m twenty one.” Izuku crossed his arms and cocked his hip out, finally seeing the face of the man he would soon obsess over for months.

The gruff man had looked up, down to the soles of Izuku’s sneakers, all the way up to his hair. Both mens eyes having scanned his body with such a deep intense gaze that shouldn’t have made him feel so smug.

Izuku felt as if he was being praised, sure, maybe the blonde was impressed and appreciative of Izuku’s looks and body. But Aizawa had looked from his body and then to his eyes as if he was looking over a child. Like he didn’t see Izuku the way everyone else did to him.

He couldn’t take Izuku seriously.

And Izuku loathed that.

“And I got an ID to prove it.” Izuku raised a brow challengingly, enjoying this tug and pull between the two.

Maybe he was insane, but Izuku believed that Aizawa also enjoyed this. Izuku looked down to his bag, feeling things with his knuckles before feeling the cool leather of his wallet. The wallet that had his age and birthdate on a piece of plastic that had unknowingly made another impact on his life.

Aizawa had looked at the picture…then to Izuku… and then back to the picture. The blonde man (introduced as Hizashi Yamada) had been looking from behind the taller man’s shoulder, trying to not irritate the man, but eventually doing so once he kept trying to push on his shoulder to help him see better over his height. “Looks real to me.” Yamada had mumbled under his breath, receiving a grunt back from Aizawa.

He just stared and held onto his ID, mulling over the idea probably. Going through all the reasons why they don't need a new bartender, but also going through the reasons why they need an extra hand in the bar. ‘Young blood’, his old friend and teacher would’ve fondly said.

“You wanna work here?”

Izuku absolutely lit up at the sound of those words coming from that man's lips. Izuku lowered his arms and fisted his hands together, giving his sweetest smile that had Yamada absolutely crooning for him.

“Then come to the back.” Aizawa sighed and walked away with the towel and Izuku’s ID.

The greennette smiled and giddily made his way after the man, giving a cheerful ‘thank you’ as Yamada opened the bar's countertop to let the young man in. Izuku had known that this was the path he wanted to choose, the moment he stepped into the office.

He sat across from the small desk, covered messily with paperwork and envelopes, the screen crooked as if turned to accommodate the user who leaned back on the cracked leather office chair. He still remembers the cold leather he sat on, it somehow seeped through the material to pool on the meat of his leg, setting a chill up the young man's spine.

The nauseating orange that was too opaque made Izuku feel right. As if he belonged here, with this man, in his office. The two of them just look at each other…admire each other. The way it's supposed to be for them.

And then Aizawa opened his mouth.

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idk if you’re still active but i love your clueless au! amazing writing 💕

thank you so much this deadass means a lot to me man, im planning on posting another part by the end of the day as a little new years eve gift. but again thank you this means a lot to me<3

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Cluess Part 2

after a good ass break I’m back boys 

When they got home, Peter had gotten ready for an early night in, he was still mulling over what happened that night at dinner. 

What had Dr. Banner meant by, “maybe we shouldn’t get into details while Peter is still here”? 

What was so confidential that made them reconsider talking about matters while in the presence of Peter? 

His father never cared to keep secrets between the two of them, he always let Peter know of his new projects he was working on, and even liked to hear Peter’s input in the matter. 

But that night, they stopped talking about business and instead talked about the theatre in Manhattan and how they’re set to have a play this month. 

While Peter was contemplating deeply about things his pretty head shouldn’t worry about, Tony knocked on his bathroom’s archway. 

“Hey Pete.” the teen turned around, still rubbing his moisturizer on his hands and neck. “Yes dad?” Tony was looking at Peter like he always did when thinking deeply, it was the same look Peter got, well at least that's what Dr. Banner says. 

“I have to go to the office real quick to pick up some papers I missed this morning,” he tapped absently on his hip with his palm, he was nervous. 

“So, hold the fort down while I’m gone, alright?” Peter frowned his brows, a crease forming between the freshly plucked eyebrows, one that would make Peter cringe. 

“Why can’t you just have Happy bring them here?” Tony let out a huff that resembled what would’ve been a laugh. 

“You know Happy’s my driver, and your chauffeur so i’d make sure to not think of him as a call boy, or else no sporadic mall trips ever again.” 

He frowned back at Peter, this of course was a joke and only in good humor. Peter stopped frowning and barked out a laugh. 

“I suppose you're right, daddy.” Tony smiled back and left the room, heading out of the house. 

Peter hadn’t ignored the fact that his dad was holding something back, he seemed even weirder than normal too by the looks of his reaction to having to leave Peter home alone. 

The teen decided to push all of these trivial thoughts aside, because he didn’t like thinking too hard before bed, it made it harder to sleep and a headache to form at his temporal lobes.

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Only a minute had passed since the last time he checked his damn digital clock. The softly bright white numbers seemed to mock Peter with the fact that he couldn’t sleep now. 

All he thought about was the damn dinner, why did they choose not to speak about business in front of him? Was it that top secret? What could possibly be that important, or worse, dangerous? 

Peter sighed with indignation and shoved his sheets off his pliant body. The sweet warmth that was encased seemed to dissipate the longer he laid there, staring at the ceiling like the over thinkative kid he was. 

While Peter was thinking too hard and laying in his own self loathing, there was a creak from downstairs. The sound reverberated through the empty mansion. Peter sat up like he wasn’t just laying there like a ragdoll. 

He waited for a beat but didn’t hear anything else. He stood up and started to softly pad his way towards his open bedroom door. 

“Jarvis, what was that?” Peter’s heartbeat started to accelerate at the possibilities that it could be something dangerous, maybe a robber? How did they get past Jarvis’ lockdown system?

“It seems to have come from your father’s workshop. Would you like me to notify him to come home?”

Peter nodded, for a second forgetting Jarvis was just a disembodied voice, one of his fathers creations that served almost like a house alarm system. 

“Yes please, tell him to hurry home.” Peter licked his chapped lips, regretting not having a mini fridge in his room now so he could safely get a water bottle from his own terrain. 

He thought they seemed like a college frat boy thing, he always hated how it seemed douchey to have one in your own room. 

Peter took a step outside his own bubble of safety and stopped. He listened and heard nothing, so he took another, then another.

 He was soon at the bottom of the staircase, the flare of it open’s to the dark abyss of the first floor. 

“Jarvis, lights to 10%.” The lights on the first floor bloomed to life, the dim, yet needed, light let a wave of relief wash over the teenagers stiff shoulders. There was another noise from the hall that headed towards his fathers elevator that went down to his workshop. 

This time it was louder and sounded like something heavier dropped. Peter flinched back at the sound, it was abrupt and loud in the quiet home. 

Peter grabbed the antique candle holder that sat on the table near the front door before he decided to head towards the sound. He held it like it was a bat and took a deep breath before asking Jarvis to take him to his dad's workshop. Of course the robot had advised against it, but the teen was persuasive.

The lift opened, the whir of the doors was loud in the dark of the lab, Peter felt exposed with the lights in the elevator being a beacon to himself and blinding him from the dark void around him. 

“Jarvis, lights to 100%.” 

And once Jarvis had obeyed and the lights woke the room to expose every corner, Peter had gasped and dropped the candle holder. 

Its loud clunk to the elevator's floor hadn’t fazed the teen, he was too shocked at the sight of a hunched shirtless man leaning against a workbench. 

White knuckles of his right hand clenching tight to the table, as if it was the only thing keeping the man up from falling on the cold ground. Peter took in the sight of his trembling shoulders, the muscles in his back twitched and his legs seemed to be bowed inwards, like he was a doe walking for the first time. 

Peter ignored the thought of comparing this large man that was built like a UFC fighter, to an innocent creature of mother nature. 

“What are you doing in my dad’s lab!” Peter snapped himself out of his stupor and clenched his fists at his sides, trying to seem more sure of himself and intimidating. 

The man stopped his trembling and his muscles seemed to tense more. His hunched back straightening out slowly, he was getting his bearings, and he was getting them fast. 

The man seemed to be tall, taller than Peter’s own father even. The stranger was facing away from Peter, so the wall of muscle and some cargo pants were the only thing Peter saw of the man. 

The man turned his head sideways, side-eyeing the boy from this distance, his curtain of brown hair hid the cold calculating glint in them. 

The man seemed threatened, like a caged animal he slowly turned around, exposing his full body and features. Peter took a step back at what he saw. 

His back hit the closed doors of the lift, the cold bite of the metal seemed to shock Peter even more into knowing this wasn’t a nightmare. The man seemed to notice Peter’s frightened look and the way his eyes seemed to stray to one side of the man. 

The stranger followed the kid's gaze and looked to his left arm. The vibranium metal that met flesh like it was his limb. The man looked back at the kid, flexing his metal hand into a fist then relaxing it again, the whirring of panels shifting was even more jarring to Peter. 

The kid swallowed and calmed himself down with rational, much needed thoughts. Like the fact that this guy was standing in his dad’s lab, shirtless, and with a metal arm that made the guy look cybernetic, robotic even. 

So this must mean the man was the project his father and his friends avoided to speak about. It made sense when Peter finally noticed the empty glass tube that sat in the corner of the lab. 

Puffs of exhaust coming from a broken pipe that connected to the pod, the door to the pod was dented from the inside and swung open to almost have been thrown off its hinges. 

The man noticed Peter visibly relaxed rapidly by the second he was looking behind the stranger. 

“Oh, you must be working with my father on his project, or you must be the project. Either way I’m sorry about coming down here, I thought there was an intruder.” 

The man was still and his brows furrowed at the smile beaming from the kids face. The scared look was nowhere to be seen and instead of cowering against the doors of his escape, he stepped closer towards the man. 

“Did you just wake up? Do you have a change of clothes or do you want some food?” The man was quiet the whole time Peter was stepping closer, ‘till he was face to face with the man and tilting his head like the innocent kid he was. 

“Why were you in there anyway?” Peter looked once more behind the man and to the pod that seemed claustrophobic, it looked like there wasn’t enough room for a man to lay down, in fact it looked like it was meant from someone to just stand in. 

The longer he looked at the thing, he noticed the straps at the sides of the cushioned mat in the back panel of the pod. Restraints. 

Peter shuddered and looked back at the man, the more he looked the more he noticed the look of untrust in his eyes.

The guarded look made Peter’s jaw clench, the scruff on his cut jawline affecting Peter in a way he didn’t want to be affected in right now. 

His stoney gaze sent a chill down Peter’s spine and he stopped trying to ask questions, the man was clearly not talkative. 

“I’m Peter Stark.”

The soft tone coming out of nowhere, the rush of questions seized and his whirling mind was put to a stop once the man seemed to look over Peter. 

“Bucky.” 

Peter widened his eyes at the man's rough voice. It sounded harsh in the still air around them, waking the cogs in the kids head and causing a warm blush to tint the kids cheekbones. 

“Do you want water, Bucky?” Bucky nodded hesitantly and watched Peter walk away and to the mini fridge his dad kept down here (and yes Peter did trash on his dad for having one in their house, but he had no say since it was his father’s workshop, therefore, his domain). 

Peter quickly grabbed the chilled bottle and after a second thought got his own and made his way back to Bucky. He tried to help the man sit down on one of the mobile stools, but was ignored and made to sit across from Bucky. 

Peter watched Bucky drink heavily from the bottle, the crunch of the plastic loud along with the gulping coming from the man that seemed to be very dehydrated.

“What were you doing in there?” Bucky stopped drinking his bottle, placed it down and looked at Peter like he was back to being an enemy. 

The teen rolled his eyes and huffed, capping his water bottle and tapping his fingers against the cold surface of the metal table. 

“I’m just curious Bucky, I don't have an ulterior motive or whatever.” Bucky stayed quiet for a bit, taking in Peter and his words before going back to finishing his water. 

Right when Peter thought he really was just going to be ignored and waiting in silence till his dad got home, Bucky spoke up. 

“I don’t remember.” 

Peter snapped his head up, looking at Bucky like he was trying to sedate a bunny.

“I’m sure my dad was just helping you.” 

But those words didn’t sound right to him, they unsettled him and seemed to do the same to Bucky. His shoulders hunching once more and his head bowing for his hair to create a curtain once again to hide his face. 

Peter, without thinking, reached out to brush the strands away, gasping once his wrist was caught tightly by Bucky. 

His quick reflexes inhuman almost, it should’ve unsettled the kid, but it didn’t deter him at all from staying still and letting Bucky know he wasn’t gonna hurt him. 

His hold loosened minutely, until his hold was loose on Peter’s delicate wrist, once more reaching forward and brushing a strand from hiding the man’s fired eyes. 

It felt like they were in their own little world, like everything else around them was paused and Peter forgot that he made Jarvis notify his dad to come home. 

The swoosh of the elevator’s doors broke both of them out of their trance-like state. Peter lowered his hand from the air when Bucky had fully let go. Both their attentions to one panicked Tony Stark. 

Some sort of gauntlet that was bright red encased his dad’s opened palm. A bright circle of blue whirring to life once aimed at the target in front of him. 

“Pete, get away from him!”

Peter was put off by his dad’s yelling, the way his muscles were tense and his stance was ready for battle, and some kind of weird alien tech on his dad’s hand. 

“Daddy stop! Bucky won’t hurt me, put that thing down!” 

Peter made sure to lean more to his left to try and cover Bucky’s frame with himself, even if the man was too broad. “Pete, seriously kid move, that guy isn’t really in the right state of mind to be making those types of decisions right now.” 

Peter furrowed his brows, his dad was speaking again now as if Peter knew what he was talking about. “Dad seriously I didn’t know he was already down here in your lab, I thought he was an intruder.” 

While Peter was trying to stop his dad from firing off, whatever that weapon was, he didn’t notice Bucky moving out from behind Peter and subtly covering Pete with his own body. 

Peter stopped talking at the shock of Bucky protecting Peter from his own dad, albeit Bucky probably didn’t know what was actually happening and he maybe just thought that his only source of kindness was being threatened by a strange man in a suit and a gauntlet on his hand. 

Tony slowly put his arm down, the gauntlet looked like it was encasing itself back under the cuff of his dad's sleeve. Peter looked over Bucky’s wide frame and gave his dad a confused look, he’ll make sure to inquire about that weird thing later once everyone isn't trying to kill each other. 

Tony raised both hands in the air slowly, a token of trust, a surrender. 

“Alright big guy, imma need you to take ten steps away from my kid, then we can have an adult chat, with no more surprises, deal?” Tony was trying to talk calmly, his negotiating skills coming in clutch with the way Bucky slowly relaxed, but he still stood firmly in front of Peter. 

Peter ignored the weird fuzzy feeling in his stomach at the protectiveness from the stranger, ignored it because they just met and Peter was the first nice person he was probably introduced to in a long time. 

“It’s alright Bucky, that’s my dad he won't hurt me.” Peter put a placating hand on the man's back, the cool touch from Peter’s soft palm brought a flush to the warm skin. 

Bucky turned his head a bit to get a look of Peter while still having Tony in his line of sight. Peter smiled up at him and nodded confidently. When Bucky finally stepped away from hiding Peter from his dad’s sights, Tony rushed in and hugged his son tightly. 

“God I thought you were dying when Jarvis sent that message.” Peter let out a snort that he would later pretend he never made, his father was so over dramatic sometimes. 

“Sorry dad, I thought there was a robber or something, didn’t want anyone stealing your precious tools.” Tony shook his head and ruffled the kids hair fondly, relieved and satiated with the knowledge his son was safe, he looked back at the thing that was causing this panic in the first place. 

Or man, definitely man, he looked like he was created to be the embodiment of what a man should look like, strong, tall, broad, handsome. 

“Wait, who’s Bucky?” Tony pulled back from Peter with a confused look, Peter just smiled and turned his head towards the man that looked out of place in the sterile lab. 

“Him!” 

Tony frowned and let go of Peter to fully take in this new information. 

“You named him?” Peter punched his dad in the shoulder and whined. 

“No daddy, he told me!” Tony just nodded and put a placating hand on his shoulder. “Huh, well I’ll be damned.” It was spoken softly and almost astonishedly. 

“His name is actually James Buchanan Barnes, he was that project I was advised not to tell you about.” Tony winced at the word ‘project’, seeming a little insensitive to the fact that James was a human being and not a ‘thing’ to be experimented on. 

“So, who is he?” Peter turned around to look at Bucky curiously, tilting his head and squinting his eyes contemplatively at Bucky’s mimicking features of Peter’s. 

Tony brushed away the uneasiness creeping in from Peter being the one thing Bucky didn’t let his eyes stray away from too long. The billionaire stepped to the side and brought up a hologram from a strip of some cords that connected to a little box that looked like a wifi router. 

An image of a file with Bucky’s face on the side and a column of text in black bolded letters, a sigil in the corner signifying that it’s owned by the government. 

“Our new house guest here was a soldier-turned-assassin from 1941 to current time. Looks like we got ourselves a real life Doc.” 

Peter ignored his dad’s lame joke and instead focused on the fact that Bucky was from the 40s. What would that make him, a hundred years old? Peter looked from the holo screen to the prone figure of the ‘super soldier’, the article seeming to sum up Bucky to be a man killing machine, trained from brainwashing and rigorous punishment. 

A feeling of dread seeped into the boys bones with the thought of Bucky, what seemed to be a lost, cute, dopey guy, turning into a man-made machine, he was a test subject for years ever since he was captured by a guy who worshipped a thing called HYDRA. 

“Who would ever do that?” Peter’s voice cracked with the way his soft voice broke with a hitch of his breath. 

“He must be traumatized.” Tony hummed, still focused on the article and swiping through the pages of what seemed to be a folder.

“I would’ve thought so too, but he might not remember those things, probably blocked it all out, or his brain got fried enough to break off any strand of memory to get past that whole mess of feelings.” 

Peter scowled at his dad for insinuating Bucky to be brain dead by now, a complete insult to the evidence standing there proudly. 

“If you really must know my dear son, who is stubborn like his own father, me and Bruce got wind of this ‘Hydra’ having an empty bunker in the depths of Serbia. We got the authority to go in and get their research of what was called the ‘soldier serum’, some old patriotic move made by my own daddy-dearest. Long story short kid, I'm supposed to keep him near me at all times ‘cuz the guy was still knocked out in there and reserved, we all thought he was just a machine, but turns out he’s more real than we thought.” 

Tony looked over at the large mass that seemed to swallow up space in just one spot. “He’s nice, can he stay here? Like in a guest room preferably because this is totally on my red flag radar of keeping a human in a pod capsule locked in our basement.” 

Tony huffed and turned the hologram off with a flick of his wrist. “You make my very expensive extension to the house seem like a little ‘man-cave project’.” Tony’s muttering was white noise in the back of Peter’s head. He was now looking over to Bucky. 

The man was still staring at Peter, just standing and staring at the kid ever since Tony guided him across the room. Peter’s cheeks flushed a blossom pink, heat rushing over the teen’s face as if Jarvis turned the room’s heater on. 

“He can stay in the room next to mine.” Peter’s voice jarred Tony out of his rambling on the matter of his precious workshop. 

“Uh, I don't think so, he can have one on the first floor. The room farthest from you.” Peter turned and gave his cute scowl to his dad, as if it was a threat but it only caused a fond smile to spread across Tony’s face. 

“Uh hey big guy, stop staring, it's making me uncomfortable.” Bucky looked up at Tony then away, not looking back at Peter, the kid frowned. 

“Alright let's move this party upstairs, I need a drink.”

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The next morning Peter sat at the marbled island, a strawberry smoothie on his right, and a super soldier from the past on his left. Bucky was hunched over, eating like it was his first meal in, well, forever. 

Peter watched with rapt attention, he was the one who made it after all, the paid chef that his dad loves didn't get to put down a pan before Bucky growled out a ‘no’. 

Peter then took it upon himself and made french toast with bacon, scrambled eggs loaded with cheese, and a glass of OJ. “Stop staring at him Pete, it’s probably why he stares at you, he thinks you're challenging him.” 

Tony walked into the room with an air to him that said ‘too early to deal with super soldiers and/or my own kin’. 

“Don’t talk about him while he’s in the same room!” Peter’s abrupt voice got Bucky to stop eating for a second and look over him, then went back to eating. Peter smiled at the man’s stuffed cheeks and looked over to his dad who was scrolling through his Stark phone. 

“Hey manchurian candidate, imma need you to stay in the lab ‘till Pete gets back home from school. Or at least stay in the house because I can’t have government officials knowing I took a souvenir from Russia.” 

Bucky just looked at Tony like he was stupid, Tony of course didn’t like the blank stare coming from him so he turned around and focused on pouring his coffee into his travel mug. 

“Why can’t Bucky come to school with me?” 

At Peter’s question, the winter soldier seemed to lighten up a bit, his posture straightening and his body turning more towards the teen. 

“No no no no, a thousand times no Pete. This guy is a trained assassin who was and probably still is government property, not some new roommate you can hang out with.” Tony gave a fake smile at Peter’s over exaggerated frown. 

“But daddy, look at him!” 

Tony watched how Peter gestured to the stiff man of a killing machine who wasn’t in the slightest as adorable as Peter was trying to make him seem. 

The guy's hair framed his chiseled face which only made him look more threatening. He was also staring down Tony like he dared him to say no again. Tony gulped and grabbed for his phone again to look busy. 

“I said no Pete, the guy hasn’t been in civilization in years, also I don’t think he’d want to be surrounded by emotionally oppressed teens all day.”

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Crybaby parody part 2

I’m back stinkies! Here’s your starker for the day, better eat up because this the last part<3

"Fuck you, Barnes, I do have more taste than you, remember the last guy you fucked? Yeah, he wasn't even a 4 outta 10!" Peter growled, waving his hands for dramatic effect, Bucky's arm around his shoulders falling and then going right back to their resting place once his flailing seized. "I'm just sayin' Pete, I don't like the guy, he doesn't really fit your type." Peter looked around his friend group, wide-eyed and waiting for people to rush to his side to defend him. But all he got was silent nods with avoided eye contact. "My type? My type! What the hell do you mean by "my type"."

 Wanda scratched the back of her head and awkwardly made eye contact. "You dated a guy who was a professional underground fighter who was covered in tatts." Natasha stepped in, once Peter looked in her direction. "Yeah, remember that one time you had that fling with that mafioso kid?" Bucky laughed and pulled Peter closer to him. "So basically me." Peter pulled back from Bucky's grip, shaking his head in disbelief, and laughed at his friends. "You guys are insanely right, but that doesn't mean I'm not allowed a little range in the men I choose to date." 

The diner was scattered with the usual squares near the windows doing everything in their power to ignore the crybabies that evaded their space. Peter stirred his milkshake absently, a lost look on his face that didn't suit him well. Bucky, sitting at his claimed spot right next to Peter, brushed Peter's cheek with the hand connected to the arm that was wrapped around the teens' shoulders--trying to bring Peter's focus back to his friends. Then there was Wanda and Natasha, both in front of them and Sam at the diners front counter, trying to flirt up with the waitress working in that area. "Let's just change the topic." Peter mumbled under his breath, sulkily sipping his milkshake and ignoring Bucky's laughter and that imposing arm wrapped around his shoulders. Peter only allowed Bucky to be touchy with him because that was just Bucky, it was his love language and they've been friends since diapers. "Ok well since Peter's got a thing for a square, I guess it's only fair that I admit that the tall blonde is pretty attractive." Natasha said offhandedly, picking up a french fry and eating it with an argue-with-me-I-dare-you look. Wanda nodded with the same look and Bucky scuffed. "The dude is a total ass, sure he's an 8 but he can't even stand being near me even when I have no other choice since dumbass Mr. Braxton sat us together." Peter looked away and tapped his fingers against the dark wood of the table, "Well that's because any sane person can't stand an hour sitting next to you without getting a little agitated." the girls laughed loudly, Peter bit his lip to hide his smile that was slowly growing. Bucky gaped at Peter and huffed, pulling his arm away from Peter and pouting to himself and his burger. "I'm not agitating, you are." was his lame comeback, which made Peter pity him enough to give a pat to the big guy's bicep. "You know I'm kidding Buck, I can't stand an hour away from you and you know it." Peter cooed while leaning on Bucky with a pouty lip and big eyes. Bucky tried to hide his smile and coughed to hide his laugh. The girls were still cackling by the time Sam came back over to their table, making Wanda scoot closer to Natasha so he could sit on the edge. "What'd I miss? What's Bucky bitching over now?" Sam looked around at his friends, purposely ignoring the death glare from Bucky. "He's just butthurt that Peter said it's agitating to be around him for an hour." Wanda stirred her salad poking at a crouton. "He's not wrong." Sam shrugged and reached over Wanda to steal some fries from the middle. "Says the guy who got kicked outta fifth period because he couldn't shut up." Peter blocked out the rest of Bucky's and Sam's bickering once his attention had snagged on one fellow student across the diner. It was just the back of the teen's head, but Peter knew that group who sat with that teen from anywhere, it was Tony. which was startling to say the least, because instead of the usual baggy formal clothing he would always wear to school, was a leather jacket of all things and his signature neatly gelled hair, was now a messy nest. It gave him a "just had sex and didn't bother to fix my appearance" kinda look. Peter loved it. "Uh, I gotta pee." Peter's abrupt voice made the conversation his friends were having pause, Nat giving him a weird look. "Okay..." Bucky took his arm off its resting place and he stood up to allow Peter out from the corner of the booth.

Peter didn't bother pretending to head towards the bathrooms then sneak back out to discreetly say hi to Tony. He made a bee-line to the squares table. The conversation at hand was terribly nerdy, but the person who was mid-rant about some video game(Bruce?) stopped his rambling. The guys' eyes were saucers once Peter made it behind Tony. the whole table setting their sights on him. The last pair though were the ones Peter only sought out. "Hey, Pete." Peter's heart fluttered like a damn damsel, he bit his lip and held his hands behind his back coyly. "Hey Tones, lookin' good I see you've taken my comment to heart." Tony knew the reaction he would receive from Peter already, but the actual visual of Peter fucking Parker blushing and biting his lip like a coy schoolgirl was a fucking treat of its own. "Yah well I thought it was time for a change in the wardrobe." Steve who sat beside Tony tried hiding his laughter with a cough behind a fist, his other friends also not buying Tony's false nonchalance. "I love your hair too, looks...." Peter reached out one hand and combed his fingers through the brown strands before saying: "Sexy.".

"Really? I thought it was giving me very much... homeless man chique." Rhodey snickered, the other two idiots laughing at his jab. Tony turned around sharply and gave his best death glare to the idiots. "Shut it." He tried to discreetly hiss under his breath, but of course, Peter heard and to Tony's horror, joined in his friends' laughter. "Oh great now you too?" Tony moped, crossing his arms on the table and laying his head down on them, hiding his embarrassment. "No, no, Tony I'm sorry I just-" Peter couldn't finish talking without another fit of giggles coming out. "You can't lie to me Tony, that was pretty funny," Tony grumbled to himself, trying to play out his little moping sesh even when Peter sat in the empty chair next to him. But he couldn't ignore Pete any longer once he felt him lock his arm around his own. A tuft of hair tickling the side of Tony's face, and then the butterflies started. "Forgive me, Tony." Peter whined, rocking Tony side to side from shaking his arm. "No it's too late, you hurt my feelings." Tony sat back in his chair once more and looked in the opposite direction from Peter, trying to tune in his friends' conversation that slowly started up again in the midst of their teasing. "Tony~!" Tony was really trying here, he only had so much willpower in him when it came to Peter. "Nope, I've already decided that I can't forgive you." Peter humphed and crossed his arms, sagging in the chair he had claimed as his. Then an idea struck. Peter had gotten close once more, this time whispering into Tony's ear: "What if I kissed you to make it better?" and Peter knew he had won this little game they were playing, right when he felt Tony tense up and slowly looked over to Peter. God did he just want to devour him right there and then, but no, Tony didn't want their first kiss in front of all his square friends. As cheesy as it was, he wanted their first kiss on their first date. "Go out with me." Tony knew Peter was taken aback at this, but there wasn't any hesitation with his answer. "Okay..."

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Their first date was a fiasco to put it shortly. Tony had the idea to go out at the local movie theatre in their town, he knew there was going to be a scary movie playing that night, which in his mind equaled discrete hand-holding and maybe a make-out session halfway through the movie. And of course, that didn't go to plan once they walked through the rows to try and find their seats, apparently, it was packed that night, and to his luck, the theater was filled with Crybabies. Peter had told him it was fine, he would make sure they didn't say anything stupid to Tony, but sadly that wasn't the problem. The problem was that there was someone constantly putting their feet on the back of Tony's seat throughout the first half of the movie. Tony's hand was sweaty so he couldn't hold Peter's hand like he originally wanted to. They had also gotten candy along with their popcorn and Tony totally forgot that kissing someone with chocolate breath is so not appealing. So to say their first date was a shit show would be putting it mildly.

But Tony should've known that Peter would make things better than they turned out that night. On the way home Tony's hand was taken off the wheel and settled on Peter's thigh by Peter's own doing. Tony had given his thigh a squeeze and didn't remove his hand from its place until he stopped in front of Peter's house. Tony being the gentleman he was, walked Peter to his front door, rubbing his (still) clammy hands on his shirt before Peter turned around to face Tony once more. And that was when the night had turned around from being a failure to a semi-amazing-but-totally-amazing first date. Peter had leaned in and kissed Tony's cheek, of course not without plastering the front of his body to Tony's. Tony stood there that night, holding Peter against him. Not wanting to let go and having to wait a whole night before being able to see him again. And then... "My parents aren't home."

It was like TV static in Tony's head, his whole body freezing up, then relaxing in a split second. "Oh.." was all Tony dumbass Stark could say to that. But amazingly, he got inside the house with Peter, being led straight to Pete's room where Tony would never admit out loud that he was dreaming to see. "Sorry about the mess, Natasha was helping me find my outfit for tonight." Which made sense once you saw all the clothes strewn out on Peter's bed. Peter's unmade bed, wow Tony's good-boy side is showing. "It's fine, it smells nice in here." What the fuck! Tony mentally face palmed himself and immediately wanted to die and never face Peter ever again.

"Why thank you, Mr. Stark, you know your compliments mean a lot to me." Peter grabbed Tony's hands and pulled him deeper inside his room. The moon's glow gives Peter's face a beautiful pale blue glow that makes Tony's heart stop for a second. "Really? I'd assume you get them often." Peter smiled and turned around, messing with the records that sat next to a dusty blue record player. "Sure I do, but their words mean nothing compared to your's Tones," A soft lilt of trumpets slowly started along with violins. Peter gave a little twirl and toed off his shoes before slowly waltzing towards Tony. "Your words set my skin on fire," His arms reached out, the devilish smile on his soft lips never dropping along with his hips that swayed side to side. "Your voice makes my heart stop," He placed Tony's hands on his hips, reaching for his shoulders and laying his head against his collar bone. "You make me feel brand new, Tony..." Tony didn't realize he was slow dancing now with Peter, his mind was currently reeling with Peter's own confession. He might love Peter. "Stop, before you make me fall for you, then you won't be able to get rid of me." Peter's soft laugh was muffled by Tony's rumbled shirt, "Who says I wanna get rid of you? What if I want you all to myself?" Tony didn't know what to say for a second, the song carried on to fill the silence between the two slow dancing in a dark bedroom that smelt like tulips. "Then you can have me."

(A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this! I think imma end this lil short story here since i dont really like the idea anymore and sorry about it taking a while, I had no more brain juice left in me:(  But get ready for more stories to come!!

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Clueless Part 1

Peter tapped his freshly manicured french nails on the marbled countertop. Italian music was softly playing on the stereo near the fridge, the TV in the living room across from where he stood was playing the muted news. Another attack in Manhattan taken care of by the red robot that everyone is calling IronMan.

Peter huffed and looked over the dieted food for his dad he had just packed for his lunch, and waited for the coffee to be done pouring. “Daddy! Hurry up you’re gonna be late for your meeting!” Peter’s dad, Tony Stark, was a world-renowned businessman/engineer.

And Peter was his ‘infamous child prodigy’, is what Dr.Strange, his dad’s close friend, likes to call him. Peter was the popular kid at school, the one who knew how to dress amazingly enough to be on the cover of ELLE with his famous everyday outfits, the kid that had all A’s and was on the honor roll each year and won many science conventions first place awards; and yet he was still known to be the most liked and admired at school.

Peter bit his glossed lips while examining his manicure, thinking about the dinner tonight that he had to go to with his dad, something about ‘linking up with old friends. Tony came into the room through the arch and was fixing his tie while looking at his watch.

“Pete don’t tell me you made that crap diet food for me today, I’m gonna have a long day of meetings and a burger already sounds amazing for lunch.” Peter scrunched up his freckled nose in distaste at the grease patty his father called heaven.

Peter poured his dad's coffee in a stainless steel coffee cup. “Daddy you know Dr. Strange said that it’s the best way to help if you want to live past fifty.” Tony rolled his eyes and took the packed food and coffee cup anyways. “So now you're going to listen to whatever that man tells you?” Peter pecked his dad’s cheek, rubbing away the gloss smudge with his thumb with a fond smile.

“I’m gonna listen to any man with a Bachelor's degree daddy.” His dad smiled fondly and hugged his son. “That’s my boy.” And before Tony left through the archway to the foyer he turned around and looked Peter up and down.

“You and the girls plan something for after school? Because you know we’re going out tonight kid.” Peter looked down over his clothes for the day. A Versace dual print button-up that reached down midthigh with white shorts. And a white Gucci belt to cinch his waist to show his figure and his white leather Prada pumps with his Speedy Bandouliere 25 to tie everything together.

“We’re matching today and it was Nat’s turn to pick the designer, and I know dad all you’ve been talking about is this dinner.” Tony hummed and sipped his coffee, rolling his eyes at his son’s attitude but, never-the-less hugged Peter and both walked out to the front of their round-about cobbled driveway and both went into their respectable vehicles.

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Once Peter rolled up to Natasha’s giant house with the same green patch of luscious grass and beautifully cut bushes around the property with giant gates at the entrance, Peter honked twice, and while waiting he checked himself out in his bedazzled hand mirror.

His curls for the day were in wet-styled auburn curls and his eyes were glossed with a wet shine and blush blended perfectly into his tan skin from his dad’s last business trip in Mexico. Peter smiled at the enchanting memory of mimosas being handed to him on the beach with the sound of waves crashing in the background and oiled pure white skin under the blazing sun and the sound of beautiful Latino music playing at the beach’s bar behind him.

Peter remembered the dream-like Hispanic men lounging around him in swimming shorts and glorious brown skin and bright white smiles. His dad finally enjoyed his time without work or stress at the bar, smiling and laughing with beautiful Latina women.

Peter snapped out of his loving memory when Natasha jumped in the front seat of his white topless jeep.

“Hey Pete, hurry so we can get to Shuri’s house, I don’t want to hear her complain about being late to class.” She rolled her eyes lovingly and looked at herself through the front seat mirror and pushed up her curls.

He snorted at Nat's teasing and pulled away from the curb. “You know that outfit will catch Steve’s eye right?” She looked me up and down with a devilish smirk on her red painted lips, Peter always did admire how she pulled off red so damn well.

Peter looked over at her once they hit a red light. “Every outfit I wear catches that man’s eye, Nat.” Then another burst of laughter came out from both of them.

Once Peter pulled up to Shuri’s house, he already knew she was gonna give them hell for the time.

Peter absentmindedly looked at the time on the jeep, only ten minutes ‘till the bell rings, they’ve got plenty of time. Shuri came in the car with a flourish of the door slamming shut and a huff that came from her lips. While Peter was pulling away from the curb he looked in the rearview mirror and smiled at Shuri.

“What’s got you in a fit S?” Shuri flung a strand of her box braid behind her shoulder in annoyance and sulked in the back with her Prada handbag clutched in her lap. “T’Challa was actin’ lame this mornin’, only because I asked him why he was acting out last night with his friends,” And once Shuri started talking about her brother, both Natasha and Peter tuned in, even when they arrived in the school’s parking lot, the deets on T was always juicy.

“Get this guys I overheard T talkin’ about you Pete and how he’s surprised your daddy hasn’t sent you to a catholic school already because he and his friends think you're easy, then somehow that turned into a convo on how he would totally--and I quote--"Tap that ass".” She said this conversationally while all three of them were walking towards the school with their heels clicking and bags in hand.

Peter gawked and Nat let out a snort. “Okay, but doesn’t he know that Pete is a total virgin?” Nat brought up while Peter was minutely speechless for the first time in forever and then he snapped back to life. “What a skeeze.'' Both girls nodded in resolution and then they split for class once they got into the school’s hallway.

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At lunch Peter walked to his and the girls' table in the middle of the outside cafeteria with a lime popsicle in one dainty hand, sucking the tip of the icy treat while soaking in the glances he got from his peers. Peter sat with a flourish and waved at the girls in greeting.

“Pete whatcha doing tonight I wanna see if you could go shopping with us.” Wanda leaned forward with her chewing gum on one finger while she chewed on her apple slices.

Peter pouted, “Sorry Wand, I got this dinner thing with my dad and his friends tonight.” Wanda gave a humph and hunched her shoulders. “You know I find it weird how Pete’s dad is an actual DILF and his friends are just as fine.” Shuri brought up, which got the girls around the table nodding in agreement. Peter rolled his eyes and flipped Shuri off when she broke out laughing.

Lunch had just begun but usually, Steve would be right next to Peter with his macchiato in hand. “Looking for your boy toy?” Shuri swirled a baby carrot in the dollop of the ranch she only treated herself to once a month.

Peter grimaced and shook his head indifferently, sucking the treat back into his mouth with an eye roll from his friend's laughter. Peter knew that Steve had it for him and was at his beck and call even if he acted like he was just doing it to be nice.

Peter rarely felt guilty for using his crush to his advantage but he also explicitly told Steve that he wasn’t looking to date anyone. Besides his father would go ballistic on him, he distinctly told him he wasn’t allowed to date anyone, and I quote, ‘until you find a guy who has his own business that I can buy and make sure that I have control over him’.

Peter was drawn out of his thoughts when he realized there was a shadow cast over him. Peter turned and titled his head up, there standing was his saving grace in the hands of his best friend. “One almond milk macchiato with no foam and two shots of espresso for my very beautiful best friend, Peter Stark.”

Sam by Steve’s side made a face and looked at Steve hurt, “I thought I was your beautiful best friend.” Steve ignored him though and smiled beamingly at Peter’s plucked arched eyebrow. “You gonna give me it or are you also my handler.” Nat by his side snorted and shook her head. “Not until you look at my outfit Stark.” Peter rolled his eyes with an apathetic air to him.

Peter didn’t like playing Steve’s silly games, but he still wanted his coffee and he wanted it now. So he let his eyes roam up and down Steve’s body. A Classic Damier Pique polo and nice fitted dusty blue slacks. He wore a smirk on those lips every female seemed to love and his blonde hair was slicked back with a pair of black Gucci sunglasses on his head.

Peter furrowed his brows and glared at Natasha who was pointedly not catching his eyes. “Did Nat tell you we were matching with Louis today?”

“Just took a wild guess, cuz I know she knows what I like on you.” Peter rolled his eyes and feigned a vexed look. “You know I told you I can't have you flirting with me Stevie, I'm not allowed to date.” Steve shrugged his shoulders and handed over Peter’s drink.

“You know you can't keep me away from you, doll.” Sam scoffed next to him and shook his head, walking away from the situation and heading towards the benches where their friends stood.

“You better follow your only source of affection before he decides to not hold your hand anymore when your feelings get hurt.” Peter waved his hand in a dismissive way and turned back to the table.

Steve shook his head, even though Peter wasn’t paying any more attention to him. Sometimes Steve wishes he could just smack the sense into Peter that he would do anything to be with him. Maybe instead of a smack, it’d be a kiss.

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At Eleven Madison Park, Peter dined with his father, Rhodey, and Dr. Banner. The bright smiles and charisma felt like second nature to Peter, he was taught great mannerisms by his Nonna and Nonno when he used to stay at their condo in Malibu while his dad was out on business trips.

“Listen, all I'm saying Tony, is that Pete has the credentials to be a part of my branch.” Bruce held his hands up in surrender. Peter sipped the glass of champagne idly, pretending that he wasn’t the face of this conversation.

“Oh trust me, I know my genius son has the credentials to be a part of any big business. But I rather him not work for anyone,” Tony cut a piece of steak with vigor and popped it in his mouth.

“Besides he’s too much like me, he wouldn’t listen to you Bruce, he likes challenges.” Bruce laughed and shook his head, looking over at Peter with a smile.

“The kids gotta start somewhere Tones.” Rhodey pointed out with a raised brow, his eyes going over to Peter where he was cutting a sliver from his seasoned lamb. “Jeez, Rhodes you say it like my son can’t start out big.” Tony lifted his wine glass to his lips with a stubborn glint to his eyes, he always did get protective of his son.

“I never said that-” Rhodey was cut off by a phone's ringtone chiming. Tony grunted and pulled out his stark phone with an annoyed air to him. Rhodey looked over to Peter and gave a pleading look, “I never said that Pete.” Peter laughed under his breath and lifted his champagne flute towards Rhodey in a tribute to his faith in the man. “I know Rhodey.”

Rhodey smiled and saluted his glass back, sipping his white wine and looking over at Bruce trying to not grimace at his meal. “Whoever thought to themselves that, “oh yes lamb's tongue sounds like a great meal to serve” should be in prison.” that got Peter smiling wider and knocked the toe of his heel to Bruce’s shin lightly, playfully.

The rest of the dinner was spent with laughs and more teasing, but soon rolled into business talk like it usually trickled into with every event they go to. But before his dad started going on one of his rants on his current projects, Dr. Banner quickly set his wine glass down from lifting to his mouth and hurriedly said: “Maybe we shouldn’t get into details while Peter is still here?”. The words make Peter stop mid-bite and look up from his plate to see the shifty eyes of one Dr. Banner and Tony Stark. Rhodey seemed just as confused and paused in his own autopilot of taking a sip from his tumbler. But before Peter could try and butt in and demand a reason, the waiter came by and asked if they would like any dessert, to which Peter got distracted by his father shoving a menu of the small assortment of desserts the restaurant served. Tony knew his son had a thing for sweets and got lost in his own world easily once he focused on something else. One point to daddy Stark and zero to the poor spawn of the billionaire.

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Crybaby parody part 1?

“I swear man, they always plan these things when I can’t find an excuse to be in the damn theatre room.” One of the squares, Steve, mumbled to himself with self preservation. The squares and crybabies were all lined up in the gym, ready to get their shots for flu season, much to the squares’ dismay, they didn’t want to be in such close quarters to the damn holaguns.

The only one in this whole gym though, that didn’t really mind so much being near any crybaby, was Tony Stark. In fact he was intrigued with them, especially Peter Parker. The hottest crybaby he’s ever seen, in his opinion. “Come on, it can’t be that big of a deal…” Tony’s words were faint to his ears once he saw some of the crybabies push Peter up the front of the line, where Tony stood across from. Just the thought of sitting only an arms-length away from the guy has Tony’s pits soaked. “You better watch it with your gaze on that drape, Tones.” Rhodey mutters next to him, his eyes on the dirty floorboards of the old gymnasium.

“I-I don’t know what you're talking about.” Tony walked quickly up to the stool where the nurse rubbed a disinfectant on his arm for the needle. Peter fidgeting with the other nurse while she pestered him to “stay still, crybaby”. Tony was caught looking at his features when Peter finally looked up to see who was staring at him. Their eyes locked and Tony swore he felt a surge go through his body. Maybe it’s just him being a horny teenager, but Tony was in love.

Peter looked away quickly and smoothed his gelled hair back, a loose strand swinging at the front.

Peter stood out front of the school, hanging in front of his car with his crew, talking about plans for the weekend. Tony didn't mean to be nosy but he wanted to finally make a move. Once Tony started to walk towards their direction, his friends, Rhodey, Steve, and Bruce were begging him to come back. “Hey Parker.” Tony said dumbly, rubbing his clammy palms on his slacks looking like a complete dope. Peter looked Tony up and down slowly with a grin that showed the gem on his canine. “Hey Stark, you going to church or somethin’?” his friends chuckled next to him, all with cigarettes dangling from their mouths or a lighter to flick in their hands. Tony let out a nervous laugh and shook his head. “Nah, my ma made me wear this today for the senior photos.” Tony mentally slapped himself, because why the fuck did he tell him about that?

Peter laughed genuinely and stepped a little closer in Tony’s space. “Well if you’re not busy tonight you could come over and I could remove the issue.” Another loud chorus of laughter went up behind Peter, Tony blushed and smiled wearily, Peter's eyes scanning over Tony’s body made it clear what he would be removing. “Uh, yah sure I just need to ask my-” a loud horn honking behind them made Tony stop and turn around. “Mom?!” his mom had a crazed look in her eyes and her mouth agape. “Anthony Edward Stark, you better get yourself into this car right now and away from those drapes!” the crybabies feigned a hurt look and faux shock with their gasps. “Now now Mrs. Stark, if I didn’t know any better, I would assume that you squares shouldn’t be so rash around other folks like us.” Natasha, Peter’s sister, snarked back with a shark grin and a lollipop obscenely being sucked with her red lips. Mrs. Stark gasped and opened the door for Tony. “Tony, now!” Tony looked back at the crybabies and gave a sad smile. “Uh, maybe next time Pete.” Peter gave a wink and licked his teeth with a hungry look in his eyes. “I’d sure hope so Anthony.” Now Tony never liked his actual name, but once Peter said it, it just sounds so right. Tony blushed even harder and sat in the car, never breaking eye contact with Peter.

Peter watched the Cadillac screech off with a devilish grin on his face. “Peter’s got a crush~” Wanda giggled under Sam’s arm. Peter rolled his eyes and slammed his hand on the car's hood. “Lets ride!” they all yelled in excitement and got in the flame painted car.

There’s not one second that Tony can’t stop thinking of Peter’s soft face, contrasted with the leather jacket with the ‘crybaby’ logo on the back and the tattoo on his temple that just gets Tony weirdly aroused. Tony was scolded by his friends with his obsession, but he wasn’t the only one with these dark thoughts. Peter was in deep, every dream he had was filled with that dorky face that was so handsome underneath his big square glasses, his body hidden behind an oversized blazer and those loose slacks didn’t do him any justice. Peter would bite his lip and squeal to himself with every glance, every damn thought, it just drove him mad. So he went into action, cause that's what crybabies do. They take what they want.

Bucky had lectured him about dating a square, saying that Peter deserved the baddest of guys, and not some damn bible hugger. Peter naturally ignored what he told him, because Peter knew that Bucky was just being an overprotective idiot.

Peter sauntered down the school's hallway with a cherry lollipop and his gang's colors wrapped around his bicep since the heat has been high this week for a leather jacket.

The squares around Tony’s locker gaped and stuttered Tony’s name. Tony was oblivious with who was behind him, but once a hand tapped his shoulder, and he turned around. It felt like his body was lit on fire, like he was drowning in the damn attraction he felt for this guy. “Hey stud.” Peter’s voice smooth like wine, the lollipop being wrapped with his pink plush lips. “H-hey Peter, you look amazing.” Tony was amazed that he could even compliment Peter without combusting right there in front of him. Peter giggled and stepped closer, twirling a strand of Tony’s hair with his polished finger. “I missed you this weekend, I didn’t get to handle your little problem.” Tony felt his body go hot and heard his friends whisper to each other incredesly. Believe him, he was shook too that Peter was even wanting to be seen in front of Tony right now.

“I’m sorry, my ma and pops kept me locked in my room the whole weekend.” Peter pouted exateradedly and looked behind Tony briefly before smirking and leaning in closer, his lips grazing Tony’s ear. “Meet me behind the bleachers after fourth, okay?” Peter kissed Tony’s cheekbone while pulling back. Tony would do whatever Peter told him to, and he knows that sounds desperate, but he just wanted Peter so bad. “Ok.” Tony breathed, red seeping through his collar and the feeling of Peter’s lips on his cheek was still lingering there. Peter smiled and waved while sucking the treat back into his mouth, he looked at Tony’s friends once more with a wink and walked back to his sister Natasha.

“What the hell was that Tony!” Steve was baffled and quite frankly terrified for his friend.

Tony didn’t answer, but just sighed and looked longingly at Peter’s backside walk away.

Tony wouldn’t admit it if someone asked him, but he did run out of his fourth period class a minute before the bell rang to get to the bleachers early. He didn’t want to risk the chance of not being there on time, and Peter thought that he just didn’t show up and just left.

So Tony got to the bleachers out of breath, disheveled, yet still, on time. He was hunched over still once he heard a familiar laugh behind him. He swiveled around to see Peter leaning against a beam. “So you did want to see me again,” Peter stood up straight, his body defined with his tight shirt and those tight denim jeans. “I was starting to worry that you didn’t want to be seen around a drape.” Peter stood in front of Tony, his head tilted and a hand brushing Tony’s arm lightly, but dropping it before Tony could lean toward the touch. Tony’s brain caught up with what Peter was saying and shook his head wildly after realizing that he hadn’t denied it. “No Peter, it’s not that, I was just…” Tony trailed off, a nervous gulp moved his adams apple, which caught Peter’s eye. Peter smiled softly and leaned closer, his arms wrapping around Tony’s shoulders. “You just what Tones?” Tony breathed in sharply when Peter casually pushed their hips together, a mischievous look in the crybabies eyes. “I just get so nervous around you.” Tony didn't know he had it in him to hold Peter’s waist with a tight grip. But he was doing it, and Peter didn’t seem to mind.

“You do?” Peter says innocently, feigning a shocked face. Tony nodded, looking down but made himself look back up, because he needed Peter to know he wasn’t a square damnit. “Do I make you nervous when I do this?” Peter leaned in and ducked his head, the tip of his tongue lightly trailing up Tony’s neck to nibble his earlobe, moaning lightly in Tony’s ear. Tony groaned and pulled Peter closer. “You just make me excited when you do that.” Peter giggled and pulled back slowly. He tilted his head and played with the hair on Tony’s nape, twirling the short strands through his fingers and scratching his scalp, sending tingles through his head. Tony leaned his head into the touch, sighing contentedly and looking dazedly at Peter. “You’re so beautiful Pete.” Peter smiled at Tony’s dopey look, a puppy in love, how cute. “What else am I?” Peter leaned closer again and started to lightly kiss up Tony’s neck, with every peck becoming a little more wet. “You’re breath-taking.” Peter's kisses turned longer than just a simple peck, he would add some teeth. Grazing them against Tony’s pulse point and sucking a bit to rile Tony up more. Peter loved the compliments that just kept coming. “You’re a damn angel Peter.” Peter giggled against Tony's skin and pulled back. “I may be a lot of things Tony Stark, but I am no angel.” he leaned in again and pecked the corner of Tony’s lips. “I’m a crybaby Tones, got no place in my heart for that religious shit.” Tony nodded, not wanting to argue with Peter, he’ll go with anything Peter says. If he told Tony to stop going to church, he would. If Peter told him to stop wearing square clothes, he would. He’d do anything for him, he’d push mountains and go through hell and back for Peter Parker. “You know...you would look delicious in leather.” Peter licked his top row of teeth with that glint in his eyes again. If Peter said that Tony looked delicious in something, he would wear it everyday. So that's why he found himself standing in the main place Crybabies go to do their shopping at the mall. Bruce in tow with a nervous look and twitchy hands at his sides. “Tony why are we here again?”

“Because Peter said I’d look “delicious in leather”.” Tony idly went through racks of jackets and skipping over the studded ones, because the spikes seemed tacky, and Tony did have at least taste. “So you're here for a crybaby who doesn’t even know your last name?” Tony brushed off the glare Bruce was sending him and scuffed, pulling a hanger off the rack to inspect a nice looking leather jacket. “Bruce, he does know my last name, in fact I don't know one person in this town that doesn’t know my family.” Bruce gave a ‘your right’ look and pushed the jacket Tony was looking at down. “The back has too many gems on it, you’ll thank me later once they don’t laugh at you.” Tony nodded in agreement and pulled out another one. This one was just leather and looked like it would frame his body nicely. So he took that with him, along with the other shirts and jeans he grabbed.

At the dressing rooms they heard the loud rustle of clothes and some loud cursing with constant laughing. Bruce was fidgeting even more once Tony was starting to close the curtain for privacy. “Uh Tony can I come in with you.” Tony looked at his friend incredisiouly, “Dude really? You can't stand out there by yourself for like 5 minutes?” Bruce whined and looked at the curtains occupied with crybabies. Some were loitering outside the dressing rooms, smoking on cigarettes and looking at Bruce like he was their next lunch. “Ok man, hurry.”

Once they left the mall, to Bruce’s gratefulness, Tony felt a surge of power. “Do you know what this means Bruce?” Bruce frowned and shook his head, unlocking his ride and letting Tony inside the old car. “It means that I can date Peter now if I show him and his friends that I'm serious about changing for him.” Bruce’s frown seemed to get deeper and he gave a sad look to Tony while he pulled out the parking lot. “Tony, I don't mean to be a debbie-downer,” Tony scoffed, “Then don’t.” Bruce ignored him and spoke anyway.

“But, you know this isn’t some movie like Grease where the guy gets the girl after changing himself to fit into her circle.” Tony laughed and clapped Bruce's shoulder, making him tense and swerve a bit, then jerking the wheel to go straight. “Well of course not Brucey! He’s a guy!” Bruce shook his head and prayed silently for his best friend.

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[wandering-night19]

The first time Tony saw him was at the funeral. It was sinful for Peter to look like he did when his husband had just died. St. John’s Cathedral was filled with over 2,000 people and there Peter sat in the front row, swathed in black lace, lips painted a brilliant red. He dabbed at his eyes with a black lace handkerchief, but his mascara never ran.

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Hi! Can i give you a prompt? If yes... what are your thoughts on starker with mob boss!peter? I don't remember reading anything like that... thank you!

We love MB!Peter in this house. This is, safe to say, an AU wherein Tony works for MB!Peter as his bodyguard and not-so-secret lover. On that note, if anyone has any MB!Peter recs or rec lists for Anon, please don’t hesitate to share them!

TW: Implied off-screen death of non-major person | Weapons references | Demeaning talk/Mild humiliation | BDSM references | Soft violence

The man that strode into the hall for an audience with Peter cast his gaze over the both of them assessingly, then fixed it on Tony.

That was Peter’s favourite part. How they all glossed over him so easily, how they took one look at the duo and immediately disregarded him.

Who wouldn’t? A rumpled little twink with cherry-bitten lips and a shirt half-open, sprawled between the thighs of an older man in a Giovanni suit with grey at his temples and a gun at his hip. The choice seemed obvious - The man who looked like he owned the term Mafia Don. It hadn’t been deliberate the first few times. Peter had pouted and laughed when they’d addressed Tony instead of him. Now, it was something of a test. Who was smart enough to look past face-value and ‘obvious choices’?

Not this man, clearly. He threw Tony a steep bow and a simpering smile, hands twitching between dangling limp at his sides and forming nervous fists. “Its an honour to be given your time” he began, licking his lips. Tony kept soundless and stoic, carding his fingers gently through the brown curls that tickled the inside of his palm.

“I...May I...Perhaps the matter may best be discussed without your... Companion” he tried, placatingly lilting it like a question near the end, and Tony had the skim the edge of his tongue with his teeth so as not to smile. Between his legs, Peter’s head lifted like he’d been woken from a slumber.

“Are you scared of dogs, Mr. Ross?” Peter asked softly, cheek atop Tony’s knee. The man looked almost affronted at being spoken to by what he surely presumed was some cheap whore, but he shook his head, mouth tight. “Neither am I” Peter murmured, twisting in Tony’s space to crawl atop him like some sultry lap-cat, one hand reaching up to cup Tony’s jaw as he leaned over him, soft-honey eyes gazing into his own with unbearable tenderness.

Two long, slender fingers traced their way along his jaw, stroking the prickle of his stubble before they dipped between his lips, sliding over his teeth and pressing teasingly on his tongue before hooking down. Peter used it to pull him forwards, and he took the hint, rising so that Peter could sprawl in his rightful place, sucking his fingers clean of Tony’s drool with his pretty lips pursed.

“What is it folks say when they have their precious hounds attack? Sic ‘em?” Peter asked, faux-casual and sweet. Tony knew better, though, and turned swiftly on his heel, striding down the courtly dais towards the man. Fear had began to leech into the confusion etched on his face, and he scrambled backwards as Tony reached for him.

“Loyal things, dogs” Peter mused, as Tony’s hands closed around the man’s throat, cutting off his alarmed cry. “Obedient” Peter hummed, propping his cheek up on the backs of his knuckles as he watched. No sooner had Tony gotten a good grip, teeth bared on a snarl like his namesake, Peter called out an idle “Heel” and Tony, as ever, obeyed.

“I don’t take kindly to being betrayed, Mr. Ross” Peter announced as Tony knelt before the throne-like seat, head ducked in compliance. Peter’s slender fingers found their way into his hair, tugging the strands gently. “Thankfully the officer you ran squawking to was one of mine. Hence your appearance here today. But...I’m afraid, I must make an example of you, you see”. He sounded pitying as he said it, rueful.

“Y-- You-- Mr. Parker, Sir. I can assure you I don’t-” The man stammered to defend himself, scrabbling for any scrap of a lie that might save his hide, but Peter had already raised his fingers to his lips, whistling a sharp, pert note. Tony did not need to look to follow the sound of the doors and footsteps, of Mr. Ross being dragged away to his fate. The next Tony would see of him would be assisting in disposing of whatever remained of him.

“Trust is worth more than any currency” Peter murmured, looking down at him fondly as he carded his fingers through the raven locks in his grip. Tony raised his gaze, levelling Peter with he hoped conveyed you can trust me. Always.

“My sweet Hound. Loyaler and prettier than any beast I could find in a kennel” Peter praised him, a twisted pull on his hair bringing a soft whine to the hollow of his throat. It made Peter smile, lips curved in a manner just for him. When Peter was feeling meaner it was Dog . A slobbering beast that served only for his entertainment. Tony didn’t mind; he’d mount Peter every night for the rest of his life no matter what term of endearment called him to his master.

“I will always be loyal to you” he murmured, tipping his head into the hand that drifted down to cradle his cheek. The smile and head tilt Peter gave in response showed the boy knew that. Had always known that, from the moment he’d first wrapped his legs around Tony’s head.

“What would I ever do without you, hm? My Hound” Peter answered fondly, hand roaming from his jaw down to his chest, slipping inside the crisp suit to find the inner pocket near his breast, fingers closing around supple, dark leather to draw it out. The collar was ornate, a perfect blend of decorative metal and soft, black hide. “You fuck better than any stud” Peter assured him as he unbuttoned Tony’s shirt collar to make room, and slipped the leather around his throat.

It felt snug against his throat, a reassuring weight as Peter laughed and shifted on his seat, splaying his thighs to drag Tony between them by the claim against his skin. He tipped his head and willingly opened his mouth for Peter to lick into, kissing him senseless, searing hot and sloppy in the otherwise quiet room. By the time Peter licked across his teeth then withdrew, lips swollen and dark, Tony was light-headed and hard against the pressed slacks that hugged his thighs.

Peter reached between them and groped him shamelessly, fingers curling around the rise of his cock as he kneaded gently, feeling its girth and hardness. Tony exhaled sharply into the space between them and rut forwards against his hand with a growl, one hand snaking up to twist in Peter’s brown curls, gripping tight. Peter’s lashes fluttered and he pressed his thumb against the tip of Tony’s cock through his trousers, one canine bared in a warm, smirked grin.

“Tell me what you want, Dog” Peter breathed at him, and Tony’s body warmed with the demeaning name, huffing out a breath as he shifted, one hand in Peter’s hair and the other closing around his throat, with just enough pressure for the weight of his fingers to be felt in the hollow of that pretty, slender neck.

“I want to feel you sink down over my cock” he growled at the boy-king, gaze dropping to his mouth, teeth bared on an exhale. Peter’s hand left his cock and came back to his collar, tugging him closer.

“Oh, my Hound. You want to rut against your bitch, hm? Want to breed your claim?” Peter teased him, and it was all Tony could do to give one curt, sharp nod.

The boy released him and flopped back into his seat, sprawled and splayed like a whore on a bed. He gestured to himself almost lazily.

“Go on then, Dog. Mount and breed”.

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Seventy years time,I hope they will be together forever.

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“You know, sweeheart, I could give you everything you want- everything you deserve if you’d just let yourself have it.”

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You know how Degas did studies of ballerinas? This is… kind of like that!

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