Hi guys! So this is my 1000th post on this blog. I cannot express how thankful I am to all of you who have followed me and still read and see and like all of my stupid posts. I see all of your likes and reblogs and tags and comments, it fills my heart with such great happiness, you all are awesome! I'm so glad I get to be in this amazing fandom, it kinda feels like a second family at this point.
Anyway, tumblr freaked out when I wanted to post the whole thing in one, so I will separate it into two parts. Enjoy part one.
Dream a little dream of me
Peter loved his job more than anything. Being a kindergarten teacher was great, he loved being around kids and he knew the feeling was mutual, most of his kids said he was their favorite teacher. He had so many of their drawings and crafts, he kept them in a special folder in his desk at home. It warmed his heart and made a huge smile stretch over his face when he saw another drawing made for him. He loved all of his students equally. Okay, that's what he told everyone, because he wasn't supposed to say the truth. He couldn't tell people he had a favorite, that was rude and Peter wasn't gonna disappoint his kids. But truth be told, the little girl with the chestnut hair and the sparkly brown eyes and pretty smile was his favorite one of them all.
Morgan Stark, the daughter of a single mother, famous CEO's of Stark Industries and ex-lovers, Pepper Potts and Tony Stark. Morgan had only been Peter's student for a month and she already managed to get into Peter's heart with her charm and her smile. During those first four weeks of the school year, he hadn't had a chance to meet the girl's father. Obviously, he knew who it was. Everyone did. But Peter was so excited to see the man because honestly, Tony Stark had been his biggest celebrity crush for as long as he could remember. The thirty-five years old genius was not just smart and rich, he was also very handsome.
So it was understandable if he forgot how to breathe for a second when he was just reading something while the kids played around, waiting for their parents, and Morgan suddenly yelled out in that angeling voice of hers, "Daddy!"
Peter's head snapped up. He looked at the man at the door as he leaned down and picked up the small girl, kissing her forehead before he sat her on his hip. Peter's jaw dropped and he just stared. Tony was... wow. He was so hot, even more so up close than he did in all those pictures and interviews Peter had seen him in.
"Daddy, look, there's Mr. Parker. He's the nicest teacher ever!" Peter had no idea how to react. He moved to stand up, but then sat back down again, thinking it would be too much. But when the older man approaced him, he stood up anyway.
"So you're the teacher this little one has been telling me about lately. Hello, I'm Tony Stark," the man said with a smile - wow, so that's where Morgan got her smile from - and reached out a hand for Peter. It took a moment for him to process what was going on, but then he shook Tony's hand with an awkward laugh.
"I know, sir. I'm Peter. Parker."
Tony smiled and let the handshake last for a second or two longer than a normal handshake would, but Peter didn't mind.
"Go collect your stuff, babygirl," Tony said and set Morgan down to run back to her classmates and collect her backpack. Then, his attention turned back to Peter, he was now smirking. "Well, Mr. Parker, my daughter seems to love you very much."
"Oh yes, I love her too, you know. She's such a sweet little girl. She became my favorite student recently." He added that last thing quietly so that the rest of the class didn't hear it.
"Oh really?"
"Yes, of course! She's very nice and smart, she probably got that from her dad."
Peter only realized what slipped from his mouth when he saw Tony's lips stretch into a grin. "You think I'm smart, Mr. Parker?"
"Obviously, you're a literal genius, sir. The smartest person of our generation."
"That's very flattering, Mr. Parker. Thank you."
"Please, call me Peter, sir."
"Then you should call me Tony."
Was this flirting? No, there was no way. Right? Tony Stark could've got anyone, lingerie models would hang off his shoulders if he just asked them to do so, so many people wanted to get him and out of them all, why oh why would he choose Peter Parker?
"O-okay. Tony," Peter said, his voice a bit shaky, unsure. Just then, Morgan appeared next to her father, clutching the straps of her Iron Man backpack with her little hands.
"Can we go now," she asked.
"Of course munchkin. Give daddy that backpack, there you go. Say goodbye to Mr. Parker."
"Bye Mr. Parker," she waved as they walked towards the door hand in hand.
"Bye Morgan," he waved as well with a smile. That little girl was so adorable.
The next day, Peter was not expecting Tony again to come collect Morgan, but it looked like neither did Morgan.
They were outside on the playground when Tony walked through the gates and Morgan frowned at her from the sandbox. "Daddy? Why are you here? Where's mommy?"
"Mommy's busy, Morguna. But I'm here, aren't you happy?"
"I am!"
Tony laughed, oh, what a sound. "Alright then, little bug, go get your backpack."
"Yes daddy!"
She was up soon, running through the playground to go back in the building, both Tony and Peter yelling after her to slow down. They looked at each other and laughed.
"We meet again," Tony said, taking a few steps closer towards Peter.
"Looks like it," he said, still smiling.
"How was she today?"
"Oh amazing, just like always. There was a little misunderstanding when Lori over there tried to take one of her toys, but we worked that out eventually."
"Great to hear that," Tony said. He took another step forward. They were now a bit closer than Peter should've been with one of his students' father. "I've wanted to ask, by the way, how old are you, Peter?"
It caught him off-guard a little, usually his kids' parents didn't ask how old he was. They asked about how their children behaved, obviously, but never about Peter. Why would he care about Peter?
"Oh I'm twenty-five, sir. Tony, sorry. Um... why are you asking?"
"I was just curious." Another step forward. Peter's heart was now starting to beat a little faster. "Are you, by any chance, interested in men? Because... I'd like to grab a coffee with you sometime, of course, only if you'd like that."
Well, if the age question caught him off-guard then imagine Peter after that. His eyes widened and he crossed his arms so he could pinch the skin on his upper arm unnoticeably, just to see if he was really not dreaming. But no, Tony Stark still stood in front of him, expecting an answer from him.
Peter swallowed, suddenly noticing how dry his mouth was, before he cleared his throat to speak up. "Like- like on a date?"
"Yes, pretty much. I don't really know if there's a rule against that but... I'd like to take you out sometime. If you want to, that is."
"Well, yeah, yes, sure," he said after a little hesitation. What the hell was he hestitating for? This was Tony fucking Stark himself! "When?"
"Well, here's my number," the billionaire said as he fished his phone out from his pocket, and so did Peter. His hand was shaking a little from how excited he was, which he hoped Tony didn't see. They looked at each other, Tony smirking a little when he asked if he can say it. Peter nodded and the older man told him his number and Peter wrote it in his contact list, naming him Tony Stark with all caps because how crazy was that?!
"Daddy, look, I drew something for mommy!" Morgan's voice startled them again and Peter put his phone away quickly.
"Very beautiful baby, she'll love it."
"I didn't draw anything for you," she said with a little pout.
"That's okay, my love, you'll draw something tomorrow," Tony said with a fond smile as he took ahold of Morgan's little hand.
"But mommy said he'd come for me tomorrow."
"Oh honey, I think mommy will be busy tomorrow as well." Tony glanced at Peter and winked before they turned around and walked through the gates, getting into a black car right outside. As they drove off, Peter's finger started to itch for his phone right away.
He didn't see Tony for a few days after that, even though he said he'd come for Morgan the day he gave him his number. Peter started to worry, thinking it was his fault, that he scared him off. It's been four days, including the weekend, and the older man didn't even try to call him.
Fuck, he didn't even get Peter's number! What if he was waiting for a text? Oh God, Peter was so dumb!
He then and there stopped planning tomorrow's classes and he grabbed his phone, opening the chat with Tony. His thumb danced over the screen for a few minutes, trying to decide what to write, trying to think of something nice and sweet, maybe a bit cheeky to make Tony smile. He wrote and deleted. Wrote and then deleted. Until he decided to just stick with the essentials, and he wrote a //very original// text.
Peter: Hi, it's Peter.
Peter: Parker.
He waited for a few minutes, anxiously staring at his screen for a while before he put it down and decided to make himself a tea to distract himself. He walked into his kitchen, filling the kettle with hot water and putting it on the stove to boil. And while his hands were occupied, his mind could do nothing but wander back to that man. He thought back to that day when he asked him out, when he stepped closer and closer to Peter, close enough to touch but he never did. He was too scared he'd come off as weird or eager if he touched him. After all, what kind of teacher touches his students' parents a day after meeting for the first time?
The water boiled soon and Peter poured some in his huge, colorful mug, placing the tea filter in it, a teaspoon of sugar and then he was back in his living room, grabbing his phone from his desk before he sat down on the couch. He checked if he got any messages. And in that very minute, his phone buzzed, making Peter jump and his phone almost fell out of his hand.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Tony: Well hello Peter, you almost made me think you changed your mind about that date
Peter: No, of course not! I'd still very much like to go out with you
Oh wow, that seemed eager as hell. It dawned on Peter that maybe he should've waited at least a couple minutes before texting back, he now probably seemed so pathetic, like he waited for ten minutes staring at his phone and waiting for Tony to write back. He didn't have too much time to worry about that, because another text from Tony came through.
Tony: That's very good to hear, darling. So when are you free?
It was just as quick as Peter's response. Maybe Tony didn't care about how fast Peter texted back to him, maybe he just wanted to talk...
Peter: I'm free this weekend, Saturday if that's ok with you
Tony: That would be good for me too. Around 9 maybe?
Peter: Sounds perfect
Perfect? Why did he say perfect? "That's good," "that'll be nice," "okay," something simpler like that didn't go through your mind, Parker?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!
Tony: Then I'll see you in four days, Peter x
Peter: See you x
They really did that. They really just sent each other x's. Peter squealed a little as he put his phone down, jumping on his seat in excitement. He took a sip of the hot tea that's been resting on his coffee table since he made it, and turned on the TV. A silly romcom was playing, The ugly truth. Peter had seen it before, he liked it, mostly because he found Gerard Butler hot. What? He had a thing for older men.
So he settled down on the comfy couch, a blanket over him and the hot tea warming his icy fingertips as he watched the movie. And while he did, he still thought about Tony, and mentally, he was choosing an outfit for the occasion.
Two days later, on a rainy Wednesday when all of the kids were in the room, playing by themselves during the afternoon, Morgan walked up to Peter as he was talking to another student. She pulled him away and then showed him a drawing of hers.
"Wow, Morgan, that's so pretty! Who are these people," he asked, pointing at the stick figures on the paper.
"That's mommy, that's me, and that's you and daddy."
Peter's eyes widened. "Why me and daddy?"
"Because," she started fiddling with her hands dancing from side to side, "I told daddy I like you very much and he said he likes you too and he said he will take you on a date but I can't tell anyone but I wanted to tell you so please don't tell daddy I told you but he wants to take you on a date."
Peter chuckled, ruffling her brown hair. She looked so much like Tony. "It's okay, little one, I'm sure daddy won't be mad you told me. But don't tell anyone else if he doesn't want you to, okay?"
"Otay!"
"Will you go back to playing now?"
"Yes but I want you to have the drawing."
"I'll keep the drawing," he said with a warm smile and Morgan giggled happily before skipping away, back to her friends. Peter looked at the drawing for quite a while as he walked back to his desk, sitting on top of it. It was like any drawing done by a small child, but this was... somehow different. His kids often drew him and then gave the drawing to him, but this wasn't like that. Morgan drew her father, her mother, herself and Peter. She drew her family... and Peter.
"Hey," he heard a voice next to him and he looked up from the drawing in his hand. It was Tony. "I came for Morgan."
He came in so quietly, not even Morgan was aware that her dad walked into the room. She was playing along with her friends, her back turned to Tony and Peter.
"Hi," Peter greeted when he looked back at Tony.
"What are you looking at?"
"It's a- uh... Morgan drew this for me today." He put the drawing down on the desk facing downwards so that Tony didn't see it. "So you're taking dad duty today?"
"Sort of. Can I see the drawing?"
"Sort of? So you're just picking her up and then dropping her at her mom's house?"
"No, I'm taking her for dinner as well, but full dad duty is when she sleeps at mine. So the drawing-"
"How often does she sleep at yours?"
"Every second week, except for when I have busieness trips."
"I didn't see you last month at all, though."
"No, we left out a month, I had lots of things to do. I've missed her so much."
"I bet you did. I'd miss her too if I didn't get to see her for a month."
"So... can I see the drawing," he asked again.
"Morgan, look who it is!"
"Daddyyy!"
Tony tried to look at Peter angrily, but a smile spread over his face. "Cheeky," he said before turning around and crouching down in front of his daughter. "What's up Morguna? Are you ready for a fun afternoon?"
"Yeees!"
"Grab your jacket and your backpack and we can go." As Morgan ran away, he straightened up again and looked at Peter. "And you... I'll pick you up at 8:30 on Saturday, send me your address."
"Gladly," Peter chuckled.
After the Starks left, Peter turned the drawing up again and stared at it for a couple more minutes until another parent arrived to pick up their kid. He had no idea how to feel about being a part of their family just yet... but he very much liked the idea of Tony Stark.
A few days later, Peter was up at 7am, trying to choose between three outfits for his date that morning. The night before, he went through two facemasks, a hairwash and shaving as well (no, he wasn't about to get to business on the first date, but better be safe than sorry), so for the morning, all he had to do was get dressed and do his hair.
He may or may not had a little breakdown while trying to decide which outfit he wanted to wear, but that's normal, and at the end, he chose a V-neck burgundi shirt with jeans and a jacket. He styled his hair perfectly (thank the hair gods for that, he had never managed to do that before), and panicked when his doorbell buzzed.
"Parker, who is this?"
"Tony."
"You said you'd text before you left and called when you got here!"
"Wanted to surprise you."
"Oh my God, be glad I'm ready anyways, otherwise you'd be in trouble."
Tony laughed. "Alright, Cinderella, come down and show me yourself."
Peter smiled and grabbed his keys and wallet from the kitchen counter before heading out.
"Wow," Tony mumbled when they finally met in front of the building. "Didn't think you could look better."
Peter blushed. "Thank you." The man in front of him was wearing a button up and black jeans, a jacket casually thrown over his shoulders. He looked so effortlessly good, the kind that would get up from bed and just look sexy as ever. "You look great, too."
"Why thank you, angel. Shall we go?"
"Oh yes, of course! Where are we going?"
"I wanted to take you somewhere further away but I saw a very cute café not far away, we could walk there," Tony said as he took ahold of Peter's hand and wrapped it around his arm to lead him. Wow, no one has ever done that to Peter before.
"That's my favorite place!"
"I assumed," Tony commented with a triumphant smirk.
"Since when do you teach kindergarteners?"
"I started about three years ago, I graduated early."
"And why this career?"
Peter chuckled. He often got that question. "I think it's one of the most important jobs, to raise the next generation well. If you don't do it right then humanity will just get more and more screwed up."
"Fair point."
Peter then turned the question around. "And why guns?"
Tony sighed. "It was my dad's legacy. He wanted me to carry on with it, so I did, and I didn't see anything wrong with it until..."
He knew Tony was talking about the time he got kidnapped by the Ten Rings and became Iron Man. That was when Peter really started looking up to the man, he thought it was a very heroic move and he wasn't sure if he'd have had the balls to give up his job to be a superhero and fight people.
"I'm sorry for bringing it up."
"No, it's okay, I just don't talk about this on the first date," he dodged with a joke. Peter laughed and happily changed the subject before it got too much for Tony.
After the short walk, they entered the café and ordered two coffees and pastries for each of them. As they had their breakfasts (at least that's what it was for Peter), they talked about movies, and turns out they were both huge fans of retro sci-fis and action movies. Peter also mentioned that he liked romcoms and after a while, Tony admitted that he "kinda likes them" as well. It was sweet to see this man, a billionaire genius superhero, open up and show Peter his soft side.
But the softest side of Tony came through when Peter asked about Morgan.
"Me and my back then secretary, Pepper had this crazy night. We were both drunk and somehow she just got pregnant. At first we really panicked, but now, we wouldn't have in otherwise. This little sunshine is really the highlight of our lives, she's so chatty and so cute. And I hate watching Disney movies every single night when she's over, but that would be the smallest sacrifice if it meant I could have her over all the time." He showed Peter hundreds of images of her on his phone and Peter's heart melted more and more from every picture. The drawing that the little girl gave him on Wednesday popped into his mind again and now he saw it from a slightly different perspective...
They didn't even notice how quick the time went as they talked, it was like they'd only just met up in front of Peter's building, but when he caught a glimpse of Tony's Rolex, he saw that they've been there for over two hours. He mentioned it to Tony, who laughed and offered Peter a walk home, which he gladly accepted. The older man didn't let him pay the bill either, even though Peter said multiple times that he doesn't expect Tony to buy everything for him. He just insisted.
"I had a lot of fun today, Peter," Tony said as they were heading back to Peter's apartment, this time with not only their arms wrapped around the other's, but holding hands. It felt so natural to hold the man's hand, it made Peter feel somehow... safe.
"So did I. Maybe we could do it again sometime?"
"Oh yeah, I'd like that a lot. Maybe a proper dinner next time?"
Peter raised an eyebrow. "Will you let me pay for at least half of the bill?"
"You're going out with a billionaire and you seriously want to pay the bill?"
"Yes! I'm not going out with you for your money, Tony. I want you to know that. So next time, you'll let me pay."
"If that's what you really want then okay."
When they got back to Peter's apartment, Tony took the younger man's chin between his fingers and tilted it to the side so he could kiss his cheek. Peter blushed deeply and smiled awkwardly. "Thank you so much for today, Peter. I'll see you later."
"Thank you as well. See you."
He watched Tony get in his car before he opened the door, getting in as he heard the engine start. He waved through the window at Tony as he drove away before twirling around twice. Something so unlike life just happened to him and if he was dreaming, he'd give everything for it to never end.
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Of blizzards, coffee, and jackets by chasing_the_sterek (1/1 | 1,967)
Peter didn't expect agreeing to borrow Deadpool's jacket would lead to his secret identity being found out. Although maybe he should've considered the repercussions before he wore it outside. In civilian clothes.
Peter hated parent teacher conferences. Too many parents who cared too little about their kids’ performance, and too many parents who cared too much. The latter were the worst, though, if he were being honest. They cared too much to the point where they cared more about their child’s grade than whether or not their child was actually learning anything.
Children of both these sorts of parents needed a lot more help than Peter was able to give them, and whether or not he could actually do anything about it was immaterial to the way it made him feel at the end of the day. Which was absolutely less than enthused to go home to a tiny apartment filled with moving boxes, that at the same time felt so desperately empty.
So he didn’t even go home. He just peeled off his work clothes, stuffed them into his briefcase to hide somewhere, and swung off across the city in his red and blues to take the edge off. He really wanted to pummel someone.
Moving over this rec from my old blog, fyi. I don’t see a tumblr link anywhere, so not sure if they are on here. The majority of these fics are over 10K words.
If you are looking for Steter fluff, they have a series: fluff verse
My favorite series is How to Date Your Best Friend’s Brother -- Derek and Scott are brothers, and Stiles slowly gets to know and become more his best friend’s brother.
The first story I read was Loan Wolves, where Stiles lets Peter have him to pay for his dad’s medical debt. Dubious consent, obviously.
Getting Schooled is a hot teacher/student Steter story.
soft breath, beating heart is based off when Peter gets Stiles to open Scott’s computer in season one, but he actually persuades him with (dubious consent) some sexy times.
Head Games is really hot, with Peter driving Stiles crazy with sexual innuendos.
Married elementary school teachers Tony and Peter leaving love messages to each other on each others chalk boards. Much to the amusement of their students
winterspider omegaverse early 1800sish au where alpha Bucky's a farmer and omega Peter's a school teacher that just moved west with his family and Bucky's parents die and leave him the farm, so he decides he finally needs to learn to read so he can properly handle all of the paperwork
