#starker: road trip

[starker-sorbet]

Tony and Peter going out on a romantic winter road trip

#starker #married starker #winter #winter road trip #road trip #moodboard #my moodboard

[newstfionline]

Tuesday, November 29, 2022

The Exceptionally American Problem of Rising Roadway Deaths (NYT) About a thousand people gathered on a bright morning on the National Mall the Saturday before Thanksgiving for what has become an American tradition: mourning a roadway fatality. With the Capitol in the background, the crowd had assembled to remember Sarah Debbink Langenkamp, who was biking home from her sons’ elementary school when she was crushed by a semi truck. Ms. Langenkamp was, improbably, the third foreign service officer at the State Department to die while walking or biking in the Washington area this year. The U.S. has diverged over the past decade from other comparably developed countries, where traffic fatalities have been falling. This American exception became even starker during the pandemic. In 2020, as car travel plummeted around the world, traffic fatalities broadly fell as well. But in the U.S., the opposite happened. Travel declined, and deaths still went up. Safety advocates and government officials lament that so many deaths are often tolerated in America as an unavoidable cost of mass mobility. Americans die in rising numbers even when they drive less. They die in rising numbers even as roads around the world grow safer. American foreign service officers leave war zones, only to die on roads around the nation’s capital. In 2021, nearly 43,000 people died on American roads, the government estimates. And the recent rise in fatalities has been particularly pronounced among those the government classifies as most vulnerable—cyclists, motorcyclists, pedestrians.

Hawaii’s Mauna Loa erupts, officials warn people to prepare (AP) The world’s largest active volcano was erupting Monday and wasn’t immediately threatening communities on Hawaii’s Big Island, but officials warned residents to be ready for worse. Many current residents weren’t living there when Mauna Loa last erupted 38 years ago. The U.S. Geological Survey warned the roughly 200,000 people on the Big Island that an eruption “can be very dynamic, and the location and advance of lava flows can change rapidly.” The eruption began late Sunday night following a series of fairly large earthquakes, said Ken Hon, the scientist-in-charge at the Hawaiian Volcano Observatory.

The great mismatch: Remote jobs are in demand, but positions are drying up (Washington Post) Lori Black has been firing off dozens of applications with one goal: to land a work-from-home job. But four months in, her search is starting to feel impossible. Positions are in short supply, and rejections have been plentiful. Nearly three years into a pandemic that reshaped workplace norms and put the balance of power squarely in the hands of employees, the tides are shifting again. The job market—although still hot—is slowing, and many Americans who had been working from home are being called back into the office. That has led to a tug-of-war between what employees want and what employers are willing to give them. Wage increases are plateauing, signing bonuses are cooling off, and fewer companies are allowing people to work from home than they did even a few months ago. Demand for remote jobs remains near all-time highs, even as companies roll back telework positions.

Mexico’s López Obrador leads massive pro-government march (AP) Hundreds of thousands of people marched in Mexico’s capital Sunday in a show of support for President Manuel López Obrador, who before assuming the presidency had led some of the country’s biggest protests. The “people’s march” marked four years in office for the leftist leader and was a response to a large opposition march two weeks ago to protest López Obrador’s proposal to reform the country’s electoral authority. The president himself led Sunday’s march through central Mexico City, which was accompanied by mariachi music, singing and a festive atmosphere. Many participants had been bused in from provinces across Mexico in trips organized by the ruling Morena party, unions and social groups.

Cuba’s informal market finds new space on growing internet (AP) In the Telegram group chat, the messages roll in like waves. “I need liquid ibuprofen and acetaminophen, please,” wrote one user. “It’s urgent, it’s for my 10-month-old baby.” Others offer medicine brought from outside of Cuba, adding, “Write to me in a direct message.” Emoji-speckled lists offer antibiotics, pregnancy tests, vitamins, rash creams and more. The group message, which includes 170,000 people, is just one of many that have flourished in recent years in Cuba alongside an exponential increase in internet usage on the communist-governed island. The informal sale of everything from eggs to car parts—the country’s so-called black market—is a time-honored practice in crisis-stricken Cuba, where access to the most basic items such as milk, chicken, medicine and cleaning products has always been limited. Before the internet, such exchanges took place “through your contacts, your neighbors, your local community,” said Ricardo Torres, a Cuban and economics fellow at American University in Washington. “But now, through the internet, you get to reach out to an entire province.”

Police bring down European cocaine “super cartel” (AP) Law enforcement authorities in six different countries have joined forces to take down a “super cartel” of drugs traffickers controlling about one third of the cocaine trade in Europe, the European Union crime agency said on Monday. Europol said 49 suspects have been arrested during the investigation, with the latest series of raids across Europe and the United Arab Emirates taking place between Nov. 8-19. Over 30 tons of drugs were seized during the investigations run in Spain, France, Belgium, the Netherlands and the UAE with the support of Europol. “The scale of cocaine importation into Europe under the suspects’ control and command was massive,” Europol said, adding that the suspects used encrypted communications to organize drugs shipments. More than 214 tons of cocaine were seized in the region in 2020, a 6% increase from the previous year, and experts from the European Monitoring Center for Drugs and Drug Addiction believe that amount could reach 300 tons in 2022.

Europe’s south offers a warm welcome to energy migrants (Reuters) Software developer Victor Varlamov logs in every morning to work on a sunny Spanish island off the coast of Africa after the prospect of steep heating bills and a winter made harsher by the Ukraine war drove him to leave his adoptive home in Poland. He is not alone in pursuing a warmer, cheaper way of life as tourist boards across southern Europe have seized on the cost-of-living crisis to advertise the benefits of wintering abroad to those living in more northerly countries. Varmalov, 50, together with his wife and teenage daughter, moved from Poland’s Baltic coast to Gran Canaria in Spain’s Canary Islands two months ago and plans to stay for the coming months. Before leaving Gdansk, where he has lived since 2016, Varmalov calculated he could save 250 euros ($259) on rent each month and pay 140 euros for all his utilities and internet, instead of the 200 euros he was paying for electricity alone in Poland. What he now saves, he spends on eating out, he said, and also enjoys beach walks in his lunch breaks. “The reality is better than my expectations,” he said.

As Winter Looms, Snowfall and Mud Present New Hardships for Ukraine (NYT) Increasingly frigid winter weather presented new challenges for Ukraine on Sunday as mud churned up the battlefield and snowfall made the government’s task of restoring power supplies devastated by weeks of Russian bombing all the more urgent. The state energy company urged Ukrainians to continue to use electricity sparingly to avoid overwhelming a national grid that has been weakened by repeated barrages of Russian cruise missiles and drones. Analysts say that while fighting is unlikely to stop for winter, the weather will make it harder for both armies to maintain troops in the field. In the eastern city of Bakhmut, which Russian forces have pummeled for months but failed to capture, residents have taken to cutting down trees and foliage to burn for warmth, its utilities having been destroyed by unrelenting attacks. The ground, not yet frozen, has turned to mud, sticking to uniforms and weapons and ensnaring vehicles, military and civilian alike. Analysts said that cold can affect morale, and that mud will present a particular obstacle for vehicles over the next few weeks before the ground freezes.

China’s Xi faces threat from public anger over ‘zero COVID’ (Bloomberg) The protests that erupted against China’s Covid Zero strategy represent one of the most significant challenges to Communist Party rule since the Tiananmen crisis more than 30 years ago. How Xi Jinping responds to it may end up being just as pivotal for the country’s future. From the capital Beijing to the far western outpost of Kashgar, Chinese residents frustrated by lockdowns and mass-testing campaigns have taken to the streets in recent days to urge change. In Shanghai—stricken by a grueling two-month Covid clampdown earlier this year—one crowd called for Xi to step down, defying the risk of a long prison term. Demonstrations ranged from a few people to street rallies of hundreds. Easing the outcry presents Xi with perhaps his biggest policy dilemma after a decade in power. A rapid exit from Covid Zero could fuel a surge in deaths, undercutting Xi’s efforts to cast China’s pandemic response as superior to that of the West. Cracking down on the protests, on the other hand, could build public sympathy for a cause that has already demonstrated nationwide support.

Succession Rumors in North Korea (1440) The 10-year-old daughter of North Korean leader Kim Jong Un made her second-ever public appearance over the weekend, sparking rumors over her potential future in the country’s male-dominated leadership hierarchy. Her appearance, the first of which came earlier in the month, makes her the first to be publicly confirmed as one of Kim’s children. Named Ju Ae, she is believed to be Kim’s middle child, with an older brother aged around 12 and a younger sister around 5 years old. Her abrupt debut has left international observers speculating about the status of Kim’s supposed eldest child, a boy who has never been revealed in public. Fueling further speculation, she was introduced with honorifics describing her as her father’s “most beloved” and “precious” child. The tightly scripted events come a year after Kim supposedly suffered undisclosed health problems, though those reports have been disputed.

Japan births at new low as population shrinks and ages (AP) The number of babies born in Japan this year is below last year’s record low in what the the top government spokesman described as a “critical situation.” The total of 599,636 Japanese born in January-September was 4.9% below last year’s figure, suggesting the number of births in all of 2022 might fall below last year’s record low of 811,000 babies, he said. Japan is the world’s third biggest economy but living costs are high and wage increases have been slow. The conservative government has lagged on making society more inclusive for children, women and minorities. So far, the government’s efforts to encourage people to have more babies have had limited impact despite payments of subsidies for pregnancy, childbirth and child care.

Water levels in Zimbabwe’s biggest dam too low for power (AP) Electricity shortages that have been plaguing Zimbabwe are set to worsen after an authority that manages the country’s biggest dam said water levels are now too low to continue power generation activities. The Zambezi River Authority, which runs the Kariba Dam jointly owned by Zimbabwe and neighboring Zambia, said in a letter dated Nov. 25 that water levels are at a record low and electricity generation must stop. The Kariba South Hydro Power Station provides Zimbabwe with about 70% of its electricity and has been producing significantly less than its capacity of 1,050 megawatts in recent years due to receding water levels caused by droughts. The dam “no longer has any usable water to continue undertaking power generation operations,” said the authority’s chief executive officer, Munyaradzi Munodawafa, in a letter to the Zimbabwe Power Company. The authority “is left with no choice” except to “wholly suspend” power generation activities pending a review in January when water levels are expected to have improved.

#headlines #news

[boythirteen]

I loved that you posted things all day. I found you everywhere. I love you. It was mostly a rainy day here and I read all your posts and finished writing my sermon and made a drawing, too. In the sermon I had to make the present tense be like it was past because of when I’ll be reading it to them. It doesn’t have a title yet.

SERMON Hello everyone. Thank you, Rev. Pat, for inviting me to preach today. I started writing this sermon from a motel room in Myrtle Beach, which is where Frances and I ended up on our bike trip. I remember preaching at almost this same time last year and telling everyone about our bike trip in Florida. But this year we didn’t go to Florida, mainly because the government in Florida hates lgbtq+ people, especially trans people, more overtly than most other states, and we didn’t want to be there. So, instead, we rode our bikes from here to Myrtle Beach, which was another kind of adventure that did include ugly things like confederate flags and Trump flags and Lets go Brandon signs. But supportive things, too, like Love is Love banners and gay flags and conscientious drivers who passed us with such care. This was a new feeling I had about cars passing around us on the narrow 2-lane roads, how some cars were gentle and others menacing like the wide trucks with revved up engines seeming to want to blow us off the edge. I don’t mean to stereotype but it simply was true that the revved up trucks were the aggressive ones. And something else I felt, an unsettling thing, was the implied threat in American flags and worse, in signs praising Jesus. Which were threats I’d been feeling already but in a starker way now, and with a more pronounced personal vulnerability. I felt more literally exposed. A few times along the way I had disturbing flashes of scenes from the movie Easy Rider, even. And when I took off my t-shirt to swim, when I bared my manly trans chest as I’ve always so loved to do, I felt an acute self-consciousness that alarmed me. I had a fearful sense that, because of anti-trans sentiment, people would be far more aware of what trans-masculine top surgery scars looked like and so would spot mine and be hostile to me. Which didn’t happen, though. And the trucks didn’t really blow us off the road. And no one was mean to us except once a teenager screamed faggot at me and a girl in a convertible VW bug with peace signs and flower decals all over it flipped us the bird as she passed by. Overall the bike trip was full of fun and sun and wholesome encounters and challenges and feelings of awe at creation. I’m telling you about the insecurities, too, because I think that all of this has something to do with the gospel verse about faith, or with my own relationship to faith that I can explore. Faith in God and in myself and in humanity.

This is the verse from Matthew:

Immediately Jesus made the disciples get into the boat and go on ahead of him to the other side, while he dismissed the crowd. After he had dismissed them, he went up on a mountainside by himself to pray. Later that night, he was there alone, and the boat was already a considerable distance from land, buffeted by the waves because the wind was against it. Shortly before dawn Jesus went out to them, walking on the lake. When the disciples saw him walking on the lake, they were terrified. “It’s a ghost,” they said, and cried out in fear. But Jesus immediately said to them: “Take courage! It is I. Don’t be afraid.”

“Lord, if it’s you,” Peter replied, “tell me to come to you on the water.” “Come,” he said. Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, “Lord, save me!” Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. “You of little faith,” he said, “why did you doubt?” And when they climbed into the boat, the wind died down. Then those who were in the boat worshiped him, saying, “Truly you are the Son of God.”    

So, a lot of things have happened in this chapter before the verses we’re reading today. John the Baptist has been be-headed and Jesus has been told about it. Jesus tries to have a solitary time to process this but crowds of people follow him, becoming the multitude that Jesus feeds with the scant loaves and fishes. Then Jesus sends the disciples ahead in the boat and takes time alone on a mountainside. Then he walks on the water.

Something else about our bike trip was that we rode on ferries, 5 of them I think, and 2 of them that were really long rides. Which was kind of like riding bikes across the water, or like getting across the water in a miraculous way. And still another thing was the wind, how strong it was, and whether it was a head wind or a tail wind, and how it made so much difference which one. Riding the bike could either feel like flying or like pushing against a solid wall, or something in between. Mostly, for us, it felt like flying. Having the wind at one’s back is a wonderful thing to wish for people, I’ve learned. May the wind be ever at your back. But the wind in the gospel verse was a head wind.

The reading from I Kings also talks about wind. When Elijah is standing on the mountain waiting for God to pass by, a great and powerful wind {tears} the mountains apart and {shatters} the rocks before God, but God {is} not in the wind. God isn’t in the earthquake or the fire, either. God is a gentle whisper Elijah hears. Which seems, to me, to mean that God isn’t using dramatically elemental, external things to impress or overwhelm or intimidate Elijah, but is instead a gentle voice that Elijah can hear inside of himself. God is internal. And what stands out to me in the reading about Jesus walking on the water is that the faith—and lack of faith—being exemplified by Peter isn’t faith in Jesus’s power to do a miraculous thing, but Peter’s faith in himself to do it. Jesus doesn’t need Peter to believe in what Jesus is doing. Jesus is walking on the water whether Peter believes it or not. He’s not being a show-off about it, either, but is just calmly doing it almost absent-mindedly.  And Peter doesn’t fully believe anyway. He needs the proof of Jesus calling out to him to come. So Jesus says “come” and Peter walks on the water toward Jesus. But when Peter becomes afraid he starts to sink and cries out to Jesus to save him. And Jesus reaches out to him to save him and says: You of little faith. But Peter seems to have enough faith in Jesus’s ability to save him. He just doesn’t have enough to believe that he, Peter, can walk on the water, even after Jesus tells him to come and proves to him that yes, he actually can. Peter’s lack of faith is in himself, not in Jesus.

I keep running this around in my thoughts and kind of arguing with myself about it, though. I’m thinking to myself: But still Peter’s faith needed to be in Jesus initially, in a belief that Jesus’s power would enable Peter to walk on the water. It wasn’t a belief in some personal power Peter could find in himself to do it. Peter’s short-lived demonstration of faith required that Jesus be there to speak it, to say come.

But what if Peter’s belief in divine power and also in his own power are the same thing, the same belief, the same presence and/or absence of faith? Peter can do all things through Christ who strengthens him. We can do all things through Christ who strengthens us. I think this is what’s revelatory. We have divinity inside of us and can believe in it and do all things. We can believe in ourselves because of believing in the divinity inside of us. This is our individual faith.

And we can have a collective faith in humanity, too, in our collective ability to do all things. I’m thinking of us as a whole perhaps being of greater faith collectively than we are individually, with all of us having differing measures of individual faith, sometimes with spurts of great individual faith like Peter’s first steps and other times with faith-shattering fear like Peter’s. It was fear that negated Peter’s faith and caused him to sink, so an aspect of faith must be that we face our fear. But when Peter’s fear overcomes him, Jesus steps in. And maybe we can step in for each other in instances when fear overcomes one of us.

Something on our trip that so moved me about people stepping in for each other was the bicycle policy of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel. This is a bridge and tunnel construction that traverses 17 miles of the Chesapeake Bay but doesn’t allow bicycles to cross. Instead, the official policy is that bicyclists are to call ahead to say they’re coming, and a person in a van will meet them and load up the bikes and drive them across. The service is free. Our bike route took us to this point along the east coast where we were cared for by strangers in this way of being whisked  across the Chesapeake Bay almost like teleportation. But the even more amazing thing I learned was that there was also a special free service for anyone who felt afraid of driving across the long bridge. The driving service involved having someone from the bridge and tunnel agency step in and ride with the frightened person as the driver of their vehicle in their stead. Because maybe sometimes, instead of cheering on a person and having extra faith in them to do a thing that frightens them, the caring thing is to help them do the frightening thing, to let them have faith in you to help. Where your faith is hindered by fear, I will be confident for you, and you will offer me your faith in me to do what frightens you.

An even more touching instance of someone stepping in to help a frightened person was something I read online about a person on the autism spectrum posting on social media that they’d never been to a Subway restaurant before and were scared to go. They wished that someone could explain to them the process of ordering a Subway sandwich and what they would be asked to do by the server. So a caring person responded to their post in a matter-of-fact way of writing out a detailed, step by step instruction of what the server would ask and the different ways the scared person could respond, such as choosing 6 inches or 12 inches and what kind of bread and what kind of fillings and condiments and do you want a drink or not. And the scared person later reported back that they’d carefully followed the instructions and had successfully ordered a sandwich from Subway. They now believed that they could visit a Subway in the future and would follow the instructions and be ok. They were grateful for the kind help and also empowered by it, by their faith in it, and by their new faith in themselves to do it. And this is a story that was a welcome boost to my faith in humanity all around, and also gave me ideas about ways I could ask for such instructive help and could have faith in another’s willingness to step in for me and help me. And ways I could be called upon to give help to someone else, to let someone else have faith in me to help. I would want to be as plainly helpful as this example without any motive of changing the nervous person into a more daring one but simply filling in what they needed for their nervous self to move forward. A mingling and enlarging of our individual measures of faith. A balancing of faith.

I’m not sure if this what the gospel verse is talking about, but I feel led here by the verse. Whatever is happening in the verse from Matthew, it does involve differing measures and kinds of faith interacting with each other. Also, I think I’ve been influenced by the Barbie movie to not need everyone to be exceptionally confident. Is faith the same as confidence? I think so, or it’s something very much like it. But we went to see the Barbie movie on our bike trip at an especially magical place called Emerald Isle after having ridden through a desolate marshy area that felt so far away from safety to me, and with little towns scattered in between the marshes with occasional Confederate flags waving from the porches and no gay flags at all. I felt heavy with existential anxieties like Barbie was feeling. And then I felt lightened and healed to a great degree by sharing my feelings with Barbie. I’m not kidding. I remember after the movie was over and we were standing up from our seats and I said to Frances that I truly felt helped by the movie. And just then I caught the eye of a man sitting behind us with a group of older people and knew that he’d heard what I said. And I think I saw him smiling inside himself about me being helped as if he’d been helped by Barbie, too.    

But l want to think more about what it means to have abundant confidence, or faith. Is faith a belief in someone’s power to do particular things? If I have faith in you to do something, it means that I confidently believe that you can certainly do it. And we can also have faith in our own power to do things. Faith in ourselves. Yes I can, yes I can, yes I can. To have faith in God means to believe in God. Great faith is a combination of confidence and belief. But do you believe in faith in a literal way? I mean do you believe that a person can literally move mountains with faith the size of a mustard seed? That they can walk on the water or fly through the air if they just can believe in themselves enough? Is faith a potential for exhibiting an exceptional ability like a supernatural power? I know that throughout my life I’ve read or been told or otherwise led to believe that human beings are only using a fraction of their brain power, that somehow studies show that we have unused parts or under-used parts of our brains, that we can’t even imagine what we might achieve with a wholly confident application of our total brain potential. Maybe it’s an evolutionary thing that will happen to us if we get to evolve more on the earth, if we haven’t already gone too far with abusing the natural world because of how greedy we are. Do you think we’ve already gone too far? But that’s a different topic. But maybe our development of greater faith will be what allows us to change course and heal the earth.

Someone I follow on Instagram, a drag queen performer, is often highlighting instances of bigotry and ignorance on their page and calling for the hateful, stubborn people to evolve already! Maybe when we can evolve enough to love each other we will also be able to walk on the water like Jesus.

Do you ever think of Jesus as being a kind of prototype of an evolved human being? That all of Jesus’s compassion and healing power and other miracle-working and insight and connection to loving creation, to God, are ways that all of us are meant to be? That Jesus is the example to follow but also the model of who we’re designed to ultimately be.

Sometimes I think of Jesus as being an Alien Being sent by God the Creator to steer us from our selfish ways and set us on this evolutionary path. I don’t believe it’s disrespectful of Jesus or God or humanity to imagine Jesus as an Alien Being akin to us but far more fully evolved. Is it? I’m trying to exercise confidence in my own thought processes but am prone to doubt them, too. I wonder how everyone else envisions God. Do you see God as a solid being or more as a misty kind of force or invisible force that permeates everything? Do you have a certain image of God or is God an overall sense of something that doesn’t have a form? Something too vast and mind-boggling for our thoughts to contain, like infinity. Does the awesomeness of something like infinite space inspire you to confidently believe in God?

Do you believe that we’ve encountered aliens on the earth and that the government is hiding it from us? Why aren’t we talking more about this? Would knowing about it change anything? Has the world gotten so weird now that aliens aren’t even that interesting to us? I feel worried about how we might have been treating them, if we actually have had close encounters. That we aren’t being open enough to be awed and excited and welcoming. That we’ve been treating them like undesirable others, like Greg Abbott is treating immigrant people. Evolve already, Greg Abbott!

Something I came across recently was a report about time and how new research has determined that time has fits and starts and isn’t a smooth thing. I can’t find the source of this now and am not sure if I’m mis-remembering it or getting it wrong altogether, but something I do remember is someone commenting that they didn’t understand the physics of this new research at all, but did feel inspired by it to just be awed by the miraculous mechanics of creation. When I was in Myrtle Beach the first day, I walked on the beach access walkway to the end where I could look out onto the ocean. A group  of women were gathered there who seemed to me to be lesbians, which was a plus, and one of them was looking out on the ocean, too, and turned to me and said God’s creation. And we shared a moment of awe at this, a moment of faith. Maybe being faithful is also being amazed. It’s when something almost like fear, like a gasp, turns into amazement. Maybe fear, instead of always being an antithesis to faith, is something that can also inspire faith. In the reading from Matthew, the disciples in the boat are first terrified and then amazed by what transpires—by Jesus walking on the water, by Peter’s moment of walking on the water, by Jesus’s reaching out to save Peter, by the wind subsiding when Jesus enters the boat. This amazement is what forms the basis of their belief in Jesus as the Child of God. It isn’t confidence that forms their faith. It’s awe, or more specifically, fear transformed into awe. Maybe something we can do, as well as working on our confidence and sharing our measures of faith with each other and evolving together, is just let our fears turn into awe and be amazed more. That’s my prayer for everyone right now. That we feel awe-struck more than afraid.

Amen

[starkeristheendgame]

Can I request a small little tiny thing of Peter and Tony on a road trip after something(?) happened with Tony, n based off of that gif you posted a little while back? Fluff or fluffy smut are both good 😂 - ya boi M

Eeee, hiii M! Thank you so much for this. I was secretly hoping someone would give me an excuse to write something based off this 😂 Although now it makes me want to write that super sketchy Starkercest version I had in mind... This is short and sweet, but I hope you like it anyway!  Prompt based off this gifset post ❤ Please consider reblogging this if you enjoyed it! 

SFW

Peter agrees to go without question. In truth; Tony doesn’t even have to ask. One look into eyes that are a little too wild around the edges and the teen understands well the look of a trapped animal desperate for freedom. 

Aunt May is still on her honeymoon, the Avengers have re-building the Compound handled from here, and in less than two hours they’re packed into the non-sportiest car Tony owns, chewing tarmac in a random direction, bags in the trunk and 70’s Rock filtering through the radio. 

Tony looks tired. Always, yes, but more so these days. Older, too, though no less handsome. Idly Peter thinks that anyone who didn’t know them would presume they’re father and son or even grandfather and grandson and the idea makes him twitch in his seat, cheeks heating in a curious mix of thrill and shame. 

He doesn’t ask where they’re going. 

He doubts Tony would have an answer for him even if he did. 

The close-knit bustle of New York begins to smooth out gradually, like a pen running out of ink. Skyscrapers and chunky brownstones become detached houses and office blocks, parks and green spaces between each building. 

As the distance between civilisation grows, so too does Tony’s relaxation, shoulders dropping and breathing evening until he’s leaning back in his seat, gaze on the road ahead but no longer like he’s attempting to overtake the horizon. 

Peter decides that by the time they’re ready to come back; he’ll have made sure Tony doesn’t want to chase the horizon at all. 

Tony’s thigh is warm under his palm, solid flesh with just the right amount of give when he squeezes. Habit has his hand a little higher than strictly appropriate when someone’s behind the wheel, but.

“Everything will be okay, Tony,” he assured, the most words either of them have spoken since Peter asked if he needed to pack a coat, shorts or both. He can’t help staring; watching the way the golden sunlight falls over Tony’s face and illuminates it ivory with the streaks of grey in his hair and beard. 

Wonders idly if Tony had been dyeing his hair before, or if there was truth to the saying that stress gave you more grey hairs. 

Tony glances at him briefly, somewhere between amused and like he might argue, so Peter tightens his grip just a little, slides his hand another inch higher until one of Tony’s hands drops from the wheel to snag it, interlocking their fingers and squeezing gently. 

“Let’s not risk that sentiment by letting that hand get higher while I’m driving,” Tony allows eventually. Peter’s sorely tempted to say then find a place to pull over, but they have all the time in the world for that (he doesn’t know that, can’t after the likes of Thanos, but he hopes, he hopeshopeshopes) and so for now he turns back to the sunset stretching out in front of them and thinks about all the places they could go.

#fanfic #starker #starker fanfiction #ironspider #ironspider fanfiction #starker drabble #ironspider drabble #fluff #short fic #starker: fluff #starker: established #starker sfw #sfw #starker: road trip #starker: canon universe #starker: canon-compliant #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker/tony stark #sie fics

[nonisficandfandomdump]

Someone please come talk to me about the Priest!Tony Starker AU I have in my head bc this is honestly getting out of hand and I’m pretty sure I’m going to hell…

#marvel #starker #ironspider #tony stark x peter parker #tony x peter #priest au #i am definitely going to hell #road trip anyone?

[notcanoncompliant]

🌲 e s c a p i s m 🌲

#starker #road trip!au #pnw aesthetic #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker x tony stark #starker moodboard

[plueschpop]

you feel like home • road trip

"Did you pack everything, love?"

"Yes, I did. You just have to put our bags in the car and we can start our little journey, baby."

"I’d follow you anywhere, sweetheart."

"Oh don’t get sappy, you old man." Peter rolled his eyes, a huge smile grazing his lips. "I love you with my whole heart, Tony Stark."

"Who’s getting sappy now, hm?" Tony pulled Peter into his arms. "I love you too, sweetheart."

Nici’s october moodboards 🎃

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #starker moodboard #road trip #travel au #they‘re in love #so so so in love #petey pie is in his twenties and tony in his forties

[godlovesmcu]

summer road trip x high school! starker.

The San Diego breeze was cool on Peter’s feet as they hung out the window. He seemed so, so- mellow since they had begun their road trip adventure. May had suggested that he spend some time relaxing after he finished his exams. And now here they were, somehow Tony and Peter had convinced her to let them go on this trip, alone. Although Tony is truly regretting that right now.

If his gorgeous boyfriend did not have his newly sun kissed legs in his peripheral vision, he could probably concentrate on the road a little better. But ever the minx that Peter was, he only packed shorts which allowed Tony to see every beautiful inch of his mile long legs that he adored so much. “Tony, I’m hungry.” Peter whined, dragging out the ‘y’. “Princess we just stopped to go to the bathroom not even fifteen minutes ago.”

“Well I wasn’t hungry then.” Peter refuted. Rolling his eyes Tony mumbled a snarky “I know something you could eat.” underneath his breath. “Tony!” Peter playfully gasped, hitting his arm. Tony was quick to react, grabbing Peters hand with his own, lacing them together, and placing a kiss on top. “It’s a good thing you’re pretty Parker.” He said as he turned his blinker on to get off at the next exit.

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[starker-sorbet]

Tony and Peter going on a road trip

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[starkercandy]

Vintage road trip starker au moodboard

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[blushing-starker]

Hard to get, easy to keep

for the amazing @starkerfestivals kinktober prompts. I did lingerie, candy kink and just the tip. nsfw starker, dirty talk, pete's nineteen here but he enthusiastically consents, praise kink, slight feminization, blow jobs, referenced fingering and handjobs. you know, just a normal day writing porn with feels as one does ;)

p.s i might make this a series, but that depends on the feedback and work

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He's not even sure how it happens. Or, you know, what it is that happens. It was supposed to be simple; young reporter for The Daily Bugle wanted an interview. Ok, yeah, that's normal. Tony has ten reporters that circle him like vultures whenever he steps out of his mansion. The difference was the kid they sent him, because, by the way, he's a kid. Nineteen years old. Still in high school. Happy nearly had a heart attack when he first saw the kid. Anyway, difference is that this kid is beautiful.

Now, before you get your pitchforks out, Tony knows it's objectively wrong to do a double take in the middle of a party he's hosting because of a child. He also knows he's a Stark and when has a Stark not tempted fate? Or the police? Exactly, so he figured, fine, let the kid have his fifteen minutes of Tony Stark and he can have fifteen minutes of internally debating the pros and cons of fucking someone that's not even twenty years old yet.

But then Rhodey proposes to Pepper and what is he going to do, coax a kid into his bed while his best friends get engaged? No. Obviously. Unfortunately. So he tells Happy to plan a rain check. Poor kid went to Miami when he lives in Queens; he deserves a rain check and a flight in Tony's jet for when he gets back. Great, they schedule a meeting in Miami in two weeks.

Obadiah Stane attempts to form a coup, steal the company and ruin Rhodey's and Pepper's engagement party on the same day. Alrighty, an online meeting, then.

Peter has finals on the day they set out and can't be excused. Yet another painful reminder that he's lusting after a school boy still in puberty.

Tony Stark says fuck it like Tony Stark usually does and goes to New York.

Drops by the kid's apartment, woos the aunt and bam. Peter's luggage is ready by the time the kid comes stumbling home, arms bravely trying to carry what looks like a million magazines, journals, newspapers and printed articles. All about him. When they lock eyes, every single sheet of paper gets dumped on the living room couch.

"Hey, kiddo. Figured I'd bring myself to Queens for our interview, meet the famous aunt and wait for you here. But then May tells me you've had a rough week, so you and I are going on a road trip. My family has a cabin up north, just a couple hours from here. We can do your interview and discuss an internship at the company on the way there. Stark Industries is always looking for young talent and May and I agree: you've got talent, Pete."

May basically throws her nephew out of the apartment after making him promise to take this opportunity and have fun. They're on the highway five minutes later.

-----

Still feel like he only wants to fuck the kid? Well, he does want to fuck the kid, but Tony Stark doesn't sleep with stupid people. He's read all of Peter's articles from the Bugle, his essays from the high school newspaper and some of his work for his classes. It wasn't that hard to break into Midtown; Jarvis actually scoffed when Tony asked him to get into such a simple system.

The kid is clever, sarcastic, sharp and undeniably talented. A little rough around the edges, but who isn't at that age? If the kid doesn't want what he's offering, that's ok. If he only wants the internship, done deal. Tony's morals may be a bit sketchy, but he's not so sketchy he's going to force himself onto a kid.

And you know what? Sleeping with Peter is in the back of his mind during the first half of the ride. His questions aren't offensive or blunt, but they sure as hell don't beat around the bush. Tony actually has to pause and consider some of them a bit more deeply before answering. The whiskey helps with the unexpected case of nerves (him, nervous about flirting? His dad would keel over if he were alive.) and soon enough they're done with the prompt questions and improvising.

"At the party, the one in Miami, I saw Miss Potts getting engaged with Mr Rhodes. That must be very exciting, something to look forward to after everything that's happened. Do you think it'll help with morale, planning a wedding? If the company is getting involved."

Tony narrows his eyes at the kid, can't quite figure out his line of questioning. He takes a sip of his drink and reclines back in his seat.

"Honestly, we haven't discussed the idea of the company officially getting involved with the wedding. Pep, as you know, is a very serious CEO and I doubt she'd want to make that move. She's the type of person that would think of it as taking advantage of her job and the company's resources. Obviously, I'm going to go behind their backs and plan a few surprises. With my family money, though. Everyone loves Pep, but she'd feel uncomfortable if I intervened with the company name. I can respect that. There's no way in hell I'm letting them honeymoon in the United States, though. I will forcibly put them on a plane to Europe for that, if I have to."

Peter laughs and Jesus, that sound shouldn't be so pleasing to hear. " I look forward to taking those pictures, Mr Stark. I'm sure they'll be hilarious."

"Taking the pictures?"

"Oh, yeah! I got promoted to a photo journalist. The interview with you was scheduled before the change, though, so you don't have to worry about that."

And look at that, thoughtful, too. Tony hates paparazzi. "I appreciate that, Peter. Just for that, I'll give you the pictures for free."

He will. He's a Stark; the Bugle couldn't buy them even if they had the same budget as the Times.

Peter fidgets, toys with his glasses. Tony has the sudden urge to paint them white, watch as Peter blinks up at him from the floor and asks him, ever so nicely, if he could please remove them so he could lick Tony's dick clean without having them in the way. Tony downs his drink in one go and tries to remember how a Holy Mary prayer goes.

"You know, I was a bit surprised when I saw the engagement. I thought you were, um, involved with them. I mean, one of them, not the two of them together. That would be, not bad, obviously. Just unexpected, I guess? I hadn't thought of them as that type of couple in that ... context."

The words are out of his mouth before he can properly process them and he's never been more grateful to Pepper for suggesting he get a sound proof backseat.

"So you've thought of me, in that context?" Peter goes pink. Hello Kitty pink. Like, as pink as the goddamn Pink store. Strawberry ice cream pink. Peter wearing pink lingerie and drenched in strawberry ice cream, lollipop between pretty pink cupid bow's lips and Sweethearts littered over a flushed body.

Yes, he has a fucking candy kink; blame Jarvis 1.0 for not letting him steal sweets from his mom's hidden jar in the kitchen.

Still, that was bad, Tony. Bad, bad, possibly expensive sexual harassment lawsuit bad.

"I'm sorry, that was inappropriate-"

"No, I shouldn't have asked like that-"

"That wasn't even in the top ten worst questions reporters have asked me-"

"That doesn't mean I can ask something private like that-"

"It's fine, really, Pete-"

"I mean, if I did ask something private, it'd be only fair you ask me something, too-"

"Uh, not really, since you're a teenage reporter-"

"I'm nineteen-"

"That's not exactly a great card to throw, kid-"

"It's true, though! I'm an adult-"

"I shouldn't have asked that either way, Peter-"

"But it's true. I have. Thought of you. In that context. Often."

Great. Now Tony's going pink.

"I'm going to ask you something, Peter. You can not answer and we'll pretend this latter half of the ride never happened; your internship intact and your job done for the paper."

Peter bites his lip, peers up at him tentatively. Tony needs a bottle of whiskey right about now. "Or?"

"Or you answer truthfully. Your choice. I'm good either way, ok? I need to know you understand that one or the other, you have a choice in this, alright."

"I understand."

"You do? Say it back to me."

The kid's breathing hitches. Like something out of the romance novels Jarvis' wife used to read in the living room while Tony tinkered with DUM-E. Like Peter enjoys Tony telling him what to do. The same way Tony enjoys telling him what to do.

The hole is just getting bigger and bigger and he hasn't stopped digging, huh?

"I can not answer and there won't be any repercussions."

"Good. Nice use of vocabulary. Keep going."

"My internship will be ok and I'll have enough material for the Bugle. Or I can answer honestly. I have a choice in both."

"Fantastic job, Peter," he shivers, actually shivers, Jesus Christ on a bike, "now the question. When you were in Miami, were you already thinking of me in that context?"

He's expecting a punch. Maybe a slap, the kid looks more like a damsel in distress type and no, no, absolutely not going down the road of a roleplay starring shy, virginal princess Peter and rogue bard Tony desperately seeking to discover what's under long gowns.

(Peter in a pink cheerleading outfit, blushing wildly and gently licking him like a kitten, a bit awkward but determined to distract his boyfriend during a pregame ritual.)

(Peter wrapped in pretty bows and sheer lace, rose petals in his hair and hickies all over. Soft handcuffs pining his hands to the headboard, but legs free to scramble over silk sheets as the big bad wolf eats him up. His cute dick, who is he kidding, of course the kid has a cute cock, trapped in a metal cage and the key tucked away in Tony's garage. Laid down like a feast for Tony to devour.)

(Peter with maple syrup running down a pale chest, whiskey pooling in the dips of his hips, cotton candy melting over toned thighs and caramel drizzled over such beautiful lips.)

(PeterPeterPeterPeterPeterPeterPeterPeterPeterPeterPeterPeter)

Tony snaps out of it and steals two bottles of water from the mini-fridge, gives one to Peter.

They chug them down, both of them flustered and looking away. "I was. I was actually planning on doing something about it, but with the engagement and then my finals. I figured I lost my chance."

"And the extremely high age gap doesn't bother you?"

Peter shrugs, pushes his glasses up his nose. "I'm an adult. I'm still in high school because we moved to New York and the school decided I had to repeat a grade. I have my own income, I'm already getting scholarship offers from a few colleges. Yeah, somethings are bound to be different, but that doesn't really change my feelings. Honestly? I thought, if I'm going to have my first one night stand-"

"Might as well be with Tony Stark?"

"No, might as well be with someone who's not going to talk about it to the entire school and who takes it seriously. I've had friends who've dated a classmate and it never ends well."

"So, you want sex. With me."

"I'd, I'd like to try having more than sex with you. But, I mean, if it's just sex on the table, then yeah, definitely. Absolutely, Mr Stark."

"Ok."

"Ok? That's it?"

"Kid, if I think about it too hard, I'm going to stop the car and then ask Happy to hit me with the bat we keep in the trunk. Do you consent to sex and will you stop me if anything is uncomfortable?"

"I do."

"Great. I'm thinking sex first and then we give dating a try, how's that sound?"

"Um, yeah. I'm not really sure this isn't a dream."

"Oh, me neither. I stopped believing this is happening when you asked me about Pep and Rhodes."

-----

"Now that my timeline is clear and my conscience feels less like a train wreck, when are we going to stop this hard to get dance, Parker?"

Tony delights in the way the kid's eyes widen, how he visibly flushes when they literally just finished talking about this five minutes ago.

(They took a break. Stopped the car, stretched. Tony screamed into Happy's shoulder. Peter laid down and stared at the sky. Happy sighed and called Pepper to let her know they'd need to keep away the nosy reporters for a while. They all collectively decided to ignore each other while trudging back inside the car. It's fine, Peter's fine, he's fine. It's fine.)

"How about now?" It's the most tentative question Tony has been asked and a little girl once asked him if he was going to become her new daddy the morning after he broke her mom's bed.

"Yeah, you know what? I completely agree."

Tony takes off his sunglasses, makes sure the carpet on the car floor isn't too dirty. These are tailored pants, after all.

"You know you can always say no, right?"

"I do, Mr Stark." Tony smiles, can't believe this kid landed on his lap.

"Unless it's a thing for you, you can call me Tony, Pete."

That cute blush again. God, that's going on his spank bank for the rest of his life. "I, um, I think it's a thing. If that's ok with you?"

"I can definitely get used to it. Now do me a favor, Pete," the kid looks at him, eyes big and body leaning forward like he's desperate to follow orders," spread your legs for me, honey." Peter's legs nearly reach the doors at their sides and Tony thanks whatever god made it so that his new lover is flexible as an acrobat.

"I was a gymnast when I was small."

The smirk on Tony's face could raise the dead, "Of course you were, Peter." He carefully unzips black jeans, lowers them down hips he wants to bite and freezes.

"Peter, are you wearing boxer-briefs with my name on them?" They say STARK in bold letters, gold stitching bright against the black, tight fitting fabric. It, uh, does something to him, he won't lie.

"Oh, I forgot I had them on today. To be fair, you make really comfy underwear. My best friends got them for me as a birthday gift."

"Uh huh, sure. Can you lift your shirt up, please?"

"..."

"Peter?"

"I swear I didn't plan this."

"Right. Thing is, I know this particular set. The bottoms aren't that different from what you can get at Target, or Walmart. They're normal, really. The only difference is the quality of fabric and the stitching. The top, though. The top, if I'm not mistaken, which I'm not," Tony slides his hands below Peter's shirt and drags blunt nails up a warm chest until they catch on something, grins like he just won the lottery, "is a lace halter top bralette. I know because I helped make lace this sturdy and soft.

"Peter Parker, are you wearing Stark lingerie?" It is possible that the kid's glasses fog up. It is possible that it gets him hard.

"Maybe."

"Kid, I'm gonna eat you up."

Leaving behind the top half, Tony focuses on rolling down black underwear. He moans. Actually moans when he sees Peter's dick.

It's long and thin, just like the kid. As rosy as his cheeks, too. "Such a pretty pink cock and it's all for me. Do you think you'd taste like candy if I gave some Sweethearts or ice cream? Don't answer that, I'm sure you taste sweet anyway."

Peter jolts and precum dribbles from his cock. Huh. Add dirty talk to the list then.

"Mr Stark, I don't think I'm gonna last long." He hasn't even touched the kid and already his voice is cracked and shaky.

It's a very big turn on.

"Think you can last enough for me to get a good taste of this pretty thing?" Another jolt, another drop of pearly cum spills. Oh, he's going to have so much fun with Peter.

"No."

"Hmm. What if I just lick and don't actually suck? Mind you, there isn't a limit, kid. If you wanna spill inside my mouth and then come again, I don't know, between my thighs or, " Peter whines, hips flexing erratically and lip bitten red like a cherry, "I am absolutely down for that."

"I usually get, um, you know."

"Pete, I don't know."

The kid drops his head, squirms in his seat. "I get really wet and sometimes I come a lot. Many times. In one go." He winces, probably thinks Tony is going to throw him out of the car.

"Parker, look at me. None of what you just said is a bad thing. I am even more determined to get my mouth on that gorgeous dick of yours. Would you like that?"

A nod.

"Use your words, baby."

Pink again. "Yes, Mr Stark."

Shit, now he's going to have to ask Pep to call him something else. "Good boy." Peter wraps a tight hand around himself and groans, body curling over Tony's head.

"Please, please, Mr Stark. I won't last long."

"Excellent." Tony leans down and finds out that Peter Parker does, in fact, taste like candy.

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When they arrive at the cabin, Tony has to pry Peter away from the sticky seat. Happy opens the door to the place, does not look at either of them, does not breathe while they're close and then sits down on the front steps, taking out his first cigarette of the month.

Tony hums as Peter wakes up, happy to carry him all the way to the master bathroom.

"How long was I out for?"

"Fifteen minutes."

"And where are we going now?"

"I am drawing you a bath so we can rinse you off and get you clean."

Peter blushes and hides his face in the crook of Tony's neck. It's fucking adorable.

"I don't need a shower; I didn't come that much."

His leather seats beg to differ. The entire car is gonna have to be washed just to get the smell out. "You came three times."

"No, I didn't it."

"Right. So you didn't come in my mouth; glorious experience, by the way. You taste like sugar. You didn't come with just the tip of my fingers in your ass-"

"I asked you to-"

"To fuck you in the back of a moving car with my sizable dick. No way I was gonna do that, especially when I didn't know how much you could handle."

"I said just the tip."

"See, I wanna know why you're pouting because that same pretty jaw of yours dropped when it was just my fingers. Oh, and then you didn't come thanks to my amazing hands."

"I never said they were amazing."

"No, you said 'oh my god, let's do that again.' And I said not until you have a shower and some food. Now, are you going to be a good boy and be easy to hold during the bath?"

Peter blinks at him, hesitatingly shrugs. "What, you don't think I'm joining you?" The smile that gets him is enough to convince Tony that yeah, Peter's going to be easy to hold onto in and out of the bath.

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[trashystarker]

complete - a starkercest one shot

Title: complete Fandom: MCU Pairing: Starker (Brothers AU) Rating: Explicit (NSFW - Incest - Explicit Sexual Content - Blow Jobs - Sex) Word Count: 4,100 Prompt: Road Trip

Summary: Tony takes his baby brother on a road trip up to Cambridge, as Peter is starting college at MIT. 

A/N: It took me over a year to finish this fic, but here we are. Finally got that row completed. :) Please enjoy! 

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Tony was not ready to make this trip. At all. But he knew it had to be done, and if anyone was going to do it, it was going to be him. No one else was going to take his baby brother to college. That was his God-given right as being Peter’s older brother by four years. It was a rite of passage. Besides, they both knew that it would be a much better road trip if it was the two of them, and not Peter stuck with their father, who could be a downright bore. 

“You ready, Pete?” Knocking on Peter’s bedroom door - the door that had been adjacent from his room until he’d gone to college a few years ago - he saw that his room was in a state of total chaos. “You’re not ready.” He sighed, trying to hide the smile on his face. He anticipated that this would be the case. “Do you want some help?” 

“Please?” Brown eyes stared up at him with a hopeful stare. “I got totally sidetracked. I know we’re supposed to be on the road, but I don’t know what I should take.” 

He put a hand on Peter’s shoulder, ignoring the warmth that began to travel from the palm of his hand up to his forearm at the casual touch. “Take whatever you want. If you want to pack the entire room away, do it. We’ve got time. I don’t mind waiting. But, when you come home for the holidays, you might be sad you took too much stuff with you.” 

“Right! Holidays!” Peter slammed the heel of his hand against his forehead. “I keep forgetting this isn’t really a permanent move. It sure feels like it is, though. Did you go through this when you left for college? I don’t remember you being like this, Ton-” 

Reaching out, Tony put his hand over Peter’s mouth to stop him from rambling. “Why are you nervous right now? You only ramble when you’re nervous. Or excited. Or upset. Which is it today?” 

“All of the above?” His baby brother gave a shrug of his shoulders, a carefree smile on his face. “I don’t know. This is such a huge deal, Tony. What if I forget something?” 

“Then either myself or ma will send it your way.” He gave Peter’s shoulder a good squeeze. “Grab the essentials. Try and be done in the next….hour. Think you can do that for me, Pete?” 

Peter nodded his head. “Yeah, Tony. I can do that. One hour.” Tony met his brother’s eyes, the two sharing a look that brought a quick stutter to his heart. “ I’m really glad you’re the one taking me to Boston.” 

“Me too.” 

It turned out that Peter did not meet that hour deadline. In fact, it took him a total of three hours to get the rest of his items packed and ready to go, which meant that Tony was going to have to get a hotel room for the night as there was no way he would be alert enough to drive back to upstate New York. But it didn’t matter - he would do this for his baby brother. It was the least he could do. Plus, he hadn’t really spent that much time with Peter since he’d left for college himself, so this would be nice. 

“All set?” Tony looked at Peter, who climbed into the passenger seat, looking a little frazzled. “Peter? Do you need to go back inside and check again?” Peter had gone back upstairs not once, not twice, but five times before finally coming back down and getting his hand on the seat belt. Progress. 

Peter shook his head. “No, I don’t. Because if I go back up there again, we’re just going to be delayed longer. And I’ve packed everything I want.” 

“I know this is a lot.” Reaching over, he put his hand on Peter’s knee and felt him trembling underneath his touch. “Breathe, Pete. Take a long deep breath.” He looked up at Peter’s face and saw him close his eyes, and watched as he took a deep breath and exhaled it out. “One more for me.” He waited until Peter took another deep breath, then took his hand away and put it on the steering wheel. “Thank you. Feel better?” 

“Much.” Peter grinned, Tony’s own lips matching the smile on his face. “Where are we going to stop for the night? I’m sorry you have to pay for a hotel, Ton-” 

“Nah-ah.” He held up his hand, getting his brother to stop talking. “No more apologies. I knew this was going to be a late night. Remember when I left for school? I was almost as bad as you are right now. Must run in the family.” 

“Ha ha.” The sarcastic nature of his brother’s laugh made Tony actually laugh out loud. “I’m being serious, though.” 

“And so am I. You don’t need to apologize for anything anymore. We’re gonna hit the road. It’s not going to be a very beautiful drive - lots of darkness in our future.” 

He heard Peter sigh. “We should have left earlier.” 

“None of that, mister.” He plugged his phone into the aux cord, and pulled up the playlist he’d made for this drive - ‘Pete’s Trip to MIT’. “Sit back, relax. We’ll be in Manchester in no time.” 

“Cool. And good song.” Peter pointed to the radio face. “How’d you know I love this band?” 

“I didn’t.” Tony smirked, pleased to see his brother’s taste in music had changed with age. “It’s one of my favorite albums right now, and I thought it would be a good tune to start the playlist with.” 

The smile on Peter’s face told him he’d chosen right. “Nice. You want a Red Vine?” He pulled a box from the pocket inside of his jacket. 

“Did you buy snacks?” He was impressed that Peter had thought of doing that. 

“Just these.” A sheepish smile appeared on his face. “Don’t get too excited, Tony.” 

“I would never.” 

With a Red Vine in his hand, he put the car into drive, and tried to give Peter his privacy as he saw him look back at their home as they drove away. He could hear him sniffling softly, Tony understanding that slight depression that his brother was no doubt feeling. But he’d be at school soon, and it wouldn’t matter that much. And he was just a train ride away if he needed some familial support. 

There was roadwork happening on the 84, taking it down to one lane which meant that it took a lot longer to get into Manchester than Tony would have liked. It was close to two in the morning by the time they rolled into the parking lot, Peter passed out in the passenger seat. He reached over and gave his shoulder a shake, and heard him grumble under his breath. 

“Come on, Peter. We’re at the hotel. Gotta wake up, and then you can lay down and sleep properly. I promise.” 

“Fiiiiiine.” 

He had to hide his smile as he saw Peter stumble out of the car. Peter was never one to do very well being woken up from a deep sleep. Tony went to the front desk and checked in, and then the two of them were taking the elevator up to their room on the fifth floor. Only carrying the essentials into the room - toiletries and clothes for tomorrow - Tony pushed the door open and looked at Peter. “After you, baby brother.” 

“Tony - did you forget to tell them we need two beds?” 

Shutting the door, he looked at the queen sized bed that was in the middle of the room. “Shit. No, I didn’t because I didn’t think it was going to be an issue.” There was a couch off to the side of the room. “I’ll sleep on the couch, Pete. You take the bed.” 

“We can sleep in it together. Like old times.” 

Tony’s heart gave a jump in his chest at Peter suggesting the unthinkable. It had been years since they’d slept in the same bed together. “Yeah, that’s a good idea.” He said the words, but his heart wasn’t really feeling them, as he knew that this might add complications that neither of them could afford right now. But what was done was done, and there was no going back now. 

Both of them got ready for bed, Tony choosing the side closest to the wall while he let Peter take the left side. The bed wasn’t gigantic - but Tony did his best to stay on his side of the bed. Reaching over, he turned off the light, enrobing the room into darkness. “Night, Tony.” He heard Peter say his name, making his heart do that thing inside of his chest again. 

“Night, Pete.” He kept his voice low, not really wanting to disturb the silence with his loud voice. 

There was no way he was going to get any sleep. Not with Peter being this close to his body. There was a reason they’d stopped spending the night together in a single bed. Tony had woken up one morning, pressed against Peter’s body with a very stiff hard on, and was grinding himself against Peter’s ass. Once he’d realized what he was doing, he pulled away and had almost fallen out of bed, needing to put distance between himself and Peter as quickly as possible. Peter, however, had been passed out and never knew what had happened. Tony hated that he’d woken up like that - not because of what he was doing, but because he wanted to keep going. He wanted to be with his baby brother in a way that wasn’t right. 

The bed shifted as Peter turned over to face him. “Are you asleep?” Peter spoke in a whisper. 

“No.” Tony knew he couldn’t lie to his brother. “This bed isn’t very comfortable.” 

“Is it because of me?” 

He sighed softly, then shook his head. “No, Peter. It isn’t because of you.” 

“Why haven’t you been coming home more? Is it because of MJ? We broke up.” 

Again, the questions his baby brother was asking were creating little knife wounds all over his body, hearing the truth coming out of the person he’d been not exactly lying to, but not exactly telling the truth to them either. “I’ve been busy.” He mumbled, not at all ready for this conversation. “And what happened?” 

“She wants to be able to date guys at her school. Or, wants the opportunity without the guilt of knowing she has someone elsewhere.” 

Tony could hear the sadness in Peter’s voice. “I’m sorry. Women are assholes. Especially the ones we give our hearts to for the first time.” 

“If you’re so busy, why are you taking me to MIT?” 

Turning to lay on his side, he saw that Peter was close to him. “Can’t I want to take my brother to the next chapter of his life? Would you rather it be mom and dad that had done this instead of me?” 

“I don’t know.” The honesty was a punch to his gut. “You confuse me, Tony.” 

“How so?” Against his better judgement, he raised his hand up and began to push some of the curls that were staying on Peter’s forehead. He heard him inhale sharply, his own heart picking up its pace once again as his fingers brushed lightly against Peter’s skin. All of those feelings he’d been chasing away for so long were coming back full force, and there wasn’t anything in place to stop him from making an awful mistake. “Talk to me, Peter.” 

He watched Peter close his eyes, and saw the expression on his face soften. “I can’t, Tony. You’ll be upset with me if I do.” 

“No I won’t. Scouts promise.” 

“You’re not a Scout.” 

“So? It’s the sentiment that matters, Petey.” 

“Don’t call me that.” 

His heart gave a lurch at the way Peter snapped at him. “I’m sorry.” 

“See? This is why you confuse me. You’re calling me names you haven’t called me in years.” Peter opened his eyes and stared right at him. “Why?” 

Another long sigh left his mouth as he knew he couldn’t really hide from Peter. “It’s complicated, okay? Just leave it at that. You really should get some sleep. Big day tomorrow.” 

“Fine.” Peter flipped back over, his back now facing him, leaving him feeling a little more sad than he was expecting to feel. “Good night, asshole.” 

He deserved that. “Sweet dreams, Peter.” 

Tony somehow fell asleep, and when he woke up, his body was pressed right up against Peter’s, his arm draped over his side holding him close against him. His face was pressed against the crook of Peter’s neck, the smell of his shampoo and soap assaulting his nose in the worst way possible. His cock was pushed right between Peter’s asscheeks, his entire body going rigid as he realized how hard he was. 

A hand touched his arm, forcing him to stay in place. “Don’t pull away this time.” Peter’s voice was thick with both sleep, and something else. Something that was dangerous and Tony knew he had to be the responsible one here. He had to make the right decision, no matter what Peter said or did to make him not. 

Too bad the desire to do awful things to his brother won out over the responsibility of being the one in control. Tony dragged his lips up Peter’s neck, and heard him release the most delicious moan as he brought his lips to the shell of his ear. He gave his hips a little roll, and felt Peter push back against him. “You sure this is what you want, Peter? Because once we cross this line, we can’t go back.” His heart was pounding loud in his ears, but he was able to hear Peter’s response, as well as the deep moan that left his mouth. 

“I don’t care. I want this. I’ve always wanted this, Tony. You’re the one that got scared and ran away from me.” Peter pushed his hips back, grinding himself in a way that had Tony gripping his stomach hard. “I love you. I want this. Please, don’t pull away again.” 

Burying his face against Peter’s neck, he rolled his hips, pushing back against those insistent hips. “God, I want to, Pete. I want to so bad.” 

“Then do it.” 

The arm he had around Peter’s waist was pulled away, his fingers now dipping underneath the waistband of Peter’s underwear. He pulled it down, exposing his ass to him. Once it was done far enough, he pulled his own underwear down, the tip of his cock now pushing up against the spot he’d been grinding against like a horny teenager. Pushing up against the soft flesh that protected his hole, he nudged the tip into his hole. A desperate cry came out of his brother’s mouth, which made Tony’s cock twitch. “Is this what you want, Peter?” He murmured into his ear, ignoring the warning bells in his head and just going for it. 

“L-Lube. Bag. Now.” Peter nodded his head, his moans coming faster as Tony kept teasing him with the tip of his cock. “God, Tony….” 

As much as it killed him, Tony quickly got up from the bed and went to Peter’s bag. “Front pocket?” He turned to look over his shoulder and saw that Peter was taking off his underwear completely, exposing his cock to him. Tony rushed back over to the bed and put his lips right around the tip, sucking on the sweetness that was slipping out from the slit, groaning low as he tasted his brother for the first time. 

“S-Stop...You’re gonna make me….” Peter’s words dropped off as Tony really began to suck on his cock, needing to feast on the forbidden flesh that he’d stayed away from for so long. “Oh, God….Tony….” Peter’s hands found their way to his head and guided him on the rhythm that Peter wanted, and he was more than happy to oblige with. As he bobbed his head up and down on his thick flesh, Tony listened to every single breath and moan that Peter took, relishing in the fact that he was the one doing this to him. “G-Gonna…..Gonna….” 

Warm cum began to flood his mouth as Peter reached his orgasm. Tony drank it all down, greedy swallow after greedy swallow. As soon as it stopped, he kept his lips wrapped tight around him, and made sure he was back to the same hardness that he was currently experiencing. Pulling his mouth off of him, he brought his lips to Peter’s and kissed him with a sweet kiss, yet held a hint of promise as he pushed his tongue into his mouth. Peter moaned loud while he groaned low, pushing more of his own taste onto his brother’s tongue before pulling away with a soft grunt. 

“Peter. Which bag.” He stood back up, but then felt Peter’s hands on his hips, pulling him to the edge of the bed. He groaned low as Peter began to lick his cock, Tony staring down at him as he watched him do something he’d only dreamed about. “Tell me where it is, baby.” 

“Front pocket.” Peter moaned low, his pupils fully dilated as he stared up at him with a look in his eyes that made his cock twitch against his lips. “Let me kiss it a little more first, though? Please, Tony? I’ve wanted to suck your cock for as long as I can remember.” 

Moaning low, he nodded his head, and brought his cock right up against Peter’s lips. “Give it a little lovin’. But not too much, because I need to be inside of you.” 

“I want you inside of me too.” 

He moaned low, rubbing his cock against Peter’s tongue as he sucked him off. It was better than he could ever have imagined it being. But as he grew dangerously close to an orgasm, he pulled his cock out of Peter’s mouth and rubbed his thumb against his lower lip. “Enough.” He murmured low, groaning softly as Peter’s lips wrapped around his thumb, a poor substitute for his cock. “I’m going to get the lube.” 

It took maximum effort to pull himself away from Peter when his brother was so willing to give him everything right then and there. But safety first. He wasn’t about to rip Peter’s asshole by being careless. He’d never do that to him. 

The lube was found, and then he was back on the bed, in between Peter’s legs, pushing lube against his inner walls with two fingers. Peter tossed his head back and forth, loud desperate moans coming out of him as Tony worked his fingers inside of him. He knew it wasn’t going to take much to get his brother to come again, but wanted to hold off so he kept him teetering on the edge for a bit before pulling his fingers out. 

Picking up the lube, he poured more onto his hand and got his cock nice and slick, then dropped the bottle back onto the bed as he brought the tip of his cock to be right up against Peter’s spread hole. “Look at me, Pete.” He waited for Peter’s beautiful brown eyes to stare up at him, his heart beating overtime in his chest as he stared down at him. “You sure?” 

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Tony.” 

They shared a smile, and then Tony began to push his cock inside of his brother’s body. Peter was having a difficult time relaxing, making it very difficult for him to push past that tight ring of muscle, but once he was in, both released different pitched moans as they were now connected in a way they’d never been connected before. And it was good. 

Tony wanted to take his time, but his hormones had different ideas. So instead of going nice and slow, wanting to make love to Peter for the first time, he was snapping his hips hard and fast, drilling his cock deep inside of Peter’s body. His brother screamed in pleasure, telling Tony that he was enjoying it as much as he was, the two of them chasing after that first sexual high together. And once it hit, it was all over for them, as that solid connection was unlike anything either had experienced, nor would they ever again. 

Unable to stop himself, Tony began to fuck him again, needing to hear Peter come again. The second time, he didn’t rush. He let Peter feel every single inch of him as he pumped his cock in and out of his body, his hand now on his brother’s cock as he stroked him off in time to his thrusts. He pulled another orgasm out of Peter, his own following soon afterwards. Drenched in sweat, he pulled out but then let out a laugh as Peter pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist, climbing on top of him to go for another round. 

Peter collapsed on his chest after their third round, Tony’s arms wrapping protectively around him. “That was so good.” Peter mumbled against his neck, Tony’s smile wide on his face as he held him close. “Can we do that again before we have to go?” 

“We can do whatever you want, baby.” He heard Peter moan at the endearment, hugging him closer. “You don’t feel bad about what we did, do you?” 

“No. I feel happy. Complete.” 

“Me too, Pete.” 

They fell asleep like that, Tony holding him close in his arms. In the morning, Peter woke him up with a blow job that had Tony screaming like an insane person. He hoped that they didn’t have neighbors on either side of them, because they probably hated them if they did. Fucking his brother’s mouth had been divine, but not as divine as slipping his cock back into Peter’s tight channel, claiming him once more before they had to get ready for their day. 

Tony held Peter’s hand as they drove up to Cambridge, happy that they were okay after what they’d shared last night. And this morning. There were lots of cars on campus when they arrived, Tony parking as close to the dorm as he could, Peter looking both happy and scared. As they unpacked the car and took things upstairs to Peter’s dorm, Tony was glad that his brother had gotten a room all to himself for his first year of school. It might have been better if he’d had a roommate, but this would allow for less distractions. 

The last load was brought upstairs, and then Tony knew it was time to head back. Walking over to where Peter was organizing things, he put his arms around his waist and hugged him from behind. “I’ve got to go now, Pete.” 

“Already??” He felt Peter stop what he was doing, and turned around to put his arms around his neck. “Don’t go yet, Tony.” 

“You’ll be okay.” Tony hugged him close, knowing that there was never going to be an easy time to leave. “It’ll be fall break before you know it.” 

“Will you come back up here and get me?” 

He could feel Peter’s tears against his neck as he hugged him close. “Of course. I’ll be here bright and early on that day.” 

“I’m going to miss you.” Peter held onto him for dear life. 

“I’m going to miss you too, baby.” 

Tony held him in his arms for a very long time, and then before he pulled away, he kissed him softly on the lips. He whispered how much he loved him into his ear before leaving the dormitory, leaving a part of his heart that he knew was going to make him miserable for the next few weeks. But fall break was only six weeks away, and he would be back here to pick up Peter and bring him back home. Or, back to his apartment so that they could be with one another again in a way that wouldn’t be total damnation if they engaged in it under their parents’ roof. 

Was it a mistake? Absolutely. Did Tony regret it? Absolutely not. 

He loved his baby brother, and knew that they were going to be okay. Life was always complicated - what was one more fun complication? They’d be together again soon, and until then, Tony would wait patiently for more time with Peter. 

#starkercest #my writing #fanfic #nff #hello im back ish

[sinditia]

Marsha's Starker/Rom Howney Content Masterlist 2021

It's officially been a year since I posted my first fic on ao3 so I thought I'd compile everything I've ever made for the ship in this one post.

My AO3

My Tumblr author tag

Starker Fics:

A.I. - Artificial Interest (14k): Tony is in a coma and becomes an A.I. (ao3)

Untitled Ficlet: Tony has nightmares and Peter is there to comfort him (tumblr)

Wouldn't Be The Worst Thing (7.7k): Peter somehow finds himself having a sugar daddy (ao3/tumblr)

What's Your Favourite Iron Man Suit? Ficlet (tumblr)

Stress Relief (2.1k): Peter is called in to provide the boss with a bit of stress relief (ao3/tumblr)

Not Yours or Anyone's (3.4k): Tony cheats on his wife. Peter reflects on their secret relationship (ao3/tumblr)

The Way It Goes (79k): canon divergent fix-it fic from Homecoming onwards (ao3/tumblr)

The Sky's The Beginning (1.5k): Tony has one of his flight attendants provide him with in-flight entertainment on his jet (ao3/tumblr)

Untitled Cheating Ficlet (320): tumblr

Untitled Underage Incest Ficlet (798): tumblr

Untitled Mob Boss AU (1.2k): a threat against Peter has him ushered to a safe house as Tony hunts down the people responsible (tumblr)

Untitled Co-Dependency Drabble

Eddie and PBP (2.1k): Peter works at a fast food salad joint in and gets regular delivery orders from someone at Stark Industries (ao3/tumblr)

Mafia Heir Peter and Bodyguard Tony (1.7k): (ao3/tumblr)

Blindfold Training (536)

Take Care of My H(e)art (6.2k): Peter is a witch who messed up a spell to tell Tony how he feels (ao3/tumblr)

You're The One That I Want (21.9k): an impromptu road trip to Vegas changes the dynamics of best friends, Tony and Peter (ao3/tumblr)

Festival Ficlets

Flufftober - Tickling (424)

Flufftober - Epiphany (526)

Whumptober - Self-harm (450)

Flufftober - Cooking Together (649)

Kinktober - Videos/Pictures Feminization (1.5k)

Flufftober - Caught Kissing (572)

Kinktober - Bloodplay/Vampires (2.3k)

Kinktober - Public Sex/Orgasm Denial/High School AU (2.2k)

Kinktober - Cock Worship (837)

Kinktober - Against a Wall (568)

Flufftober - Hand holding (629)

Whumptober - Break up (428)

Flufftober - Falling Asleep (390)

Whumptober - Drug Use (335)

Kinktober - Knotting (553)

Kinktober - Shotgunning (668)

AUPril - Popstar: My Words Shoot to Kill (1.3k) (ao3/tumblr)

AUPril - Model: Through Your Eyes (3.5k) (ao3/tumblr)

Starker Moodboards

My tumblr moodboard tag

Wouldn't Be The Worst Thing

Stress Relief

Stay Numb and Carry On

Baby

Whatever You Like

Carry This Picture

Rom Howney Fics

Little Games (852): Tom flaunts his looks and charm under Robert's watchful eye, showing him all that he's learned and all that he'll get at the end of the night (ao3/tumblr)

Monacooooo (2.4k): based on Tom's appearances and instastory during the Monaco Grand Prix weekend. A little what-if where Robert comes over to visit (ao3/tumblr)

#starker #marsha's masterlist

[idyllicstarker]

Young!Starker // Camping during fall

When Peter admitted he never quite saw the beauty in fall (it was always too cold, rainy, and overall quite dull) Tony set out to show his boyfriend that the season could actually be quite beautiful.

Of course, this is Tony we’re talking about, and that mission was best completed with a little road trip and some free, possibly illegal, camping.

#starker #tony stark #peter parker #tony stark x peter parker #starker moodboard #ironspider #starker fanfiction #skylar’s moodboards #fall starker #skylar’s fallseries21

[starkerforlife6969]

Starker - Morgan’s best friend Peter

I’ve seen these incredible posts going around by @fearlesstarker : so I just had to write a little something. Fluff ahead, kids.

Morgan tries to take a moment to really think about it.

She sits back and straightens her spine; the way she does in class when she’s about to prove that everyone in the room- including her professor- is a moron. She cocks her head, examines Peter Parker opposite her, and thinks about it. Truly thinks about it.

“Yes,” she concludes after a moment, all the data filing away neatly, everything coming up a match.

Peter looks up at her, eyes rimmed-red with tears, hair a brown, scraggly mess atop his head. “What do you mean?” He sniffles, still in his pyjamas, still smelling like cologne too expensive to be his.

“You and my dad.” She says, nodding, “Yes.” She gets up and heads to the kitchen. She has a studio-apartment, of course. Her dad would settle for nothing less.

Peter follows at her heels: radiating anxiety. “Morgan, I-”

“It’s fine, Peter. Do you want some tea?” Never espresso’s for Peter, he has enough energy as it is. She pulls down two white ceramic mugs.

“Morgan.” He says again, voice firmer this time. Deeper. She still remembers hearing it break when they were both thirteen, curled up together in a tent on the school’s camping trip.

They’d been shit at building their tent. It had collapsed in the middle of the night and they’d lain there, under stars, sharing secrets. His voice had cracked for the very first time, and she was the first person to know, and she’d held his hand and-

“Morgan.”

The mugs are shaking in her hands.

“Morgan, look at me.”

His hands then, on her shoulders, turning her round, and she’s being hugged by her best friend. By her brother. By Peter B Parker.

He’s taller than her- but only in the physical sense, and she buries her face in his chest and tears come and he holds her so tight- like he doesn’t remember how strong he is. Like he thinks he’s still that scrawny thirteen year old who needed Morgan to protect him from bullies. But he isn’t. Not really.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers into her hair, then thinks better of it. He pulls away and looks into her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Morgan. I’m sorry I slept with your dad. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to. I’m sorry for keeping this a secret. I’m so, so sorry.”

She wants to tell him it’s okay, but she’s crying too hard.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.” He vows, his voice breaking, “it was a one-time thing. I won’t- I won’t pursue it. Not if you’re not okay with it. I’m sure- I- I know your dad feels the same way.”

“It’s just so…”

“I know.” Peter cuts her off, pained, “I know how it looks. But I promise- it isn’t like that. We connected last summer, remember? When he helped me fix up my car? And-and it was like we were seeing each other for the first time. He’s a good man, your dad, I swear, Morgs, and-and-please, please don’t hate me-”

“God, Peter.” She laughs, watery and honest, “I’m not upset because of any of that! “ She smacks his shoulder. “How can you know me so well and be so blind? I’m scared I’ll lose you. You’re mine, Peter Parker, d’you hear me?”

His face breaks into the most glorious smile, and she knows she loves him the way she loved him when they were thirteen. When she understood family was so much more than blood. “All yours.” He promises. “That will never change.”

She believes him. She sighs, and wipes her cheeks, and nods, pulling herself together. “Well alright then,” she breathes, “but don’t think for one second I’m calling you dad.”

His laughter sounds like music.

***

Evidently, she’s not the only one who thinks so.

Because a month later, she’s sitting at the dining table, and her dad’s setting down something that looks dangerously like home-made spaghetti, and there are candles on the table, and it’s subtle- but she can see it.

Her dad’s sweating.

“Looks good.” She says, even though it doesn’t, trying to calm him down.

Tony gives her a knowing look. She grins at him.

“Don’t sass me, baby Stark. I spent all day on this and in spite of DUM-E’s best efforts, there weren’t even any fires.”

“Not any?” She arches her eyebrow.

Tony winces.

Peter...laughs.

Morgan watches how her dad lights up at the sound. How he brandishes his serving spoon at Peter warningly, and their eyes meet, and there’s a moment- something soft- and raw- just like the meatballs.

“I’ll get us take-out,” Morgan says gently, and she’s worried for a second, that they don’t hear her. That this is how it’ll be from now on- she used to be both of their number ones, and now she’s both of their number two’s.

She orders from the Chinese place across the road- the one that knows them, and the three of them sit in front of the TV and settle in for a movie.

Peter dishes out, and he serves Morgan first. All the spring-rolls and the crispiest noodles.

Something small- bright and lovely- burns within her as she takes her plate.

And when, during the film, she and Peter begin to doze off- it’s her who gets the blanket first. Draped lovingly over her by her dad. It’s her head he kisses before he tends to Peter and she knows- she hasn’t lost anything.

She has only gained.

*

The Press-

Don’t care. It’s weird. Morgan keeps waiting for the backlash. In fact, all of Tony’s team seem to be waiting, but it never comes. It seems that most people expect handsome billionaires to have boyfriends half their age.

“Huh,” Peter says, in a new, custom-made suit that compliments his skin-tone, “I guess that means you’re old news, Tony Stark,” and he kisses the edge of Tony’s mouth. Morgan pretends not to watch.

Her dad turns to Peter, grinning, mischievous, young in a way he hasn’t seemed in a while. “Don’t worry. I can do something about that.”

*

Proposing to Peter on the red carpet for GLAMOUR’s man of the year award does spark the headlines.

“Really, dad?” Morgan laughs, phone nestled into the crook of her neck because she can’t find her airpods.

“What can I say? I have a flair for the dramatic.”

“More like a flair for the idiotic.” Comes another voice, a little muffled, and Morgan smiles.

“Is that Peter? Tell him I say hi.”

“Morgan says hi.”

“Oh! Say hey back.”

“Peter says hey.”

“Is he coming up for the LA workshop?”

“Are you coming up for the- hey, you know what, you talk to each other.”

“So grouchy in the morning.” Peter teases, and there’s the sound of kissing, and Morgan faux-retches.

*

When she thought about it, way at the start, she did the pros and the cons. Their obvious compatibility, mutual interests, and potential were some of the heaviest pros.

There were cons, too.

When she makes the drive up, through snow and sleet, back to Stark Tower. Back into New York. In the middle of her academic year even though her dad told her it was fine (and she knew it wasn’t fine) she sees him sitting in his lab, buried deep in work.

“Dad.” She says quietly, ruffling his hair.

“Sweetheart,” he says gruffly, voice rough from dis-use. “I told you, you didn’t have to come. Tell me you didn’t drive in this weather. I would have had Happy-”

“Dad.” She says again, because she’s learnt from watching Peter how to deal with people who are just a little too clever and a little too impatient. Who does he think she gets it from?

She rests her head on his shoulder and Tony sets down his instruments, but Morgan’s already seen the way his hands were shaking.

“You guys will be okay.” She promises, because she’s a genius but also because there are some things you just know for sure. Without a doubt.

*

She finds Peter at a bar outside of Cal-Tech.

He’s nursing an orange juice, but he smells like whiskey.

He cringes when he sees her. “Morgan, I know this must be so awkward-”

“A whiskey neat.” She tells the bar-tender, who squints at her like he’s trying to figure out her age, before recognizing her and stumbling in his haste to obey. “Nothing to be awkward about.” She says. “I’m not on anyone’s side. I love you both. Let’s just drink and maybe do some karaoke.”

Peter peers at her, as if trying to gauge her sincerity, and he slides back onto the barstool. “Okay,” he says eventually, “but only if it’s High School Musical. And only if I get to be Troy.”

“You can be Ryan.”

“If you’re Chad.”

They grin at each other.

Everything’s going to be okay.

*

Morgan’s the one in a white dress at the wedding and that feels...right, somehow. Weird. But right.

Her dad’s in some designer ocean-blue suit. It looks effortless on him. Peter’s in a deep burgundy, a bordeaux, and he cups Tony’s jaw in his hand and whispers something that makes Tony’s entire body ease. Tensionless. Free from burden.

Morgan hasn’t seen that very often.

There’s crying (theirs, Morgan will insist to the tabloids, and not hers at all) and there are doves, and the beach, and food, and dancing and golden rings on fingers.

A little after midnight, she’s about to head back to the hotel when she sees them. Two lone figures under the stars.

“How was that?” Tony whispers, arm around Peter’s waist, voice soft as waves.

“Pretty good for a first wedding.” Peter teases, kissing the underside of Tony’s jaw. “It was perfect, Tony. But everything’s perfect with you.”

“I’m not perfect,” he whispers.

“No.” Peter agrees, smiling, and he wraps his arms around Tony’s neck. “We are imperfectly perfect together. I love you.”

Tony kisses him like he can’t help himself, before he pulls back and traces Peter’s eyelashes. “I love you.”

Then, both of them, together: “We love you too, Morgan.”

She gasps, and darts back into the shadows- all fruitless, of course. They’ve seen her. They will always see her.

But then the taxi comes and she sees her own face in the rear-view mirror.

She’s smiling. Just as hard as they are.

#fluff #starker #Peter and Morgan are best friends #Morgan stark #Tony stark #Peter parker #college student peter #college student morgan #marriage

[buckybeardreams]

Master List

*I reached the link limit on this post, so I will be reorganizing it little by little lol

Stuckony

Stucky

Stony

Tony asks Steve for a favor (Pornstar AU Crack fic)

Ride or Die (1980's AU snippet)

Yours In Secret (Secret Marriage/Fake Relationship AU)

The Summer Tease (Dark)

The Shower Curtain (AA crack snippet)

The Banned Game (Post-Avengers Canon Divergence Crack snippet)

Steve's Rubber Duck Collection (NSAP Post-Avengers Canon Divergence Crack snippet)

Caution: Nap Needed (NSAP Post-Avengers Crack snippet)

Steve takes Tony to work (NSAP Littles are Known AU snippet)

It's Not So Complicated (Post-Avengers 2012 A/B/O)

Feel Good Time (snippet)

Sorry, Daddy (Post-Avengers Canon Divergence snippet)

Warm by the Fire (xmas snippet)

Trick or Treating (Kid Bucky snippet)

Unwanted (A/B/O)

Love on the Ranch (Ranch AU)

Tony teaches Steve what kinks are (Pre-CA:TWS)

Just Friends (Pre-CA:TWS)

WinterIron

Teeny Tiny Fangs (Vamp/Werewolf AU snippet)

Teasing (snippet)

Long Distance Jitters (Post-CA:TWS Canon Divergence)

Perfect Match (Dating Service A/B/O)

Beach Boy (Mermaid AU snippet)

Maybe hell wasn't so bad (drabble)

The Big Bad Wolf and His Baby Bunny series

Regrets under the Mistletoe (xmas snippet)

The boy under the tree (snippet)

I'm as lost as you (Post-CA:TWS Canon Divergence)

Starker

It All Started With A Drunken Text (Sexting AU)

Catcalling and Affection Buying (Mafia AU)

Simple Life (Farm AU)

Invoked Right

So Soon (Royalty AU)

Mistaken Desires (Dark)

In Love With The Babysitter (Babysitter AU)

The Boss's Sweetheart (Mafia AU)

Caged (Dark SIM)

Misplaced Feelings (Dark)

Fairy Deals Yield Unexpected Results (Fairy AU)

Forced Hand (Fuck or Die)

Nothing's Off Limits (Dark Zombie Apocalypse AU)

Starkercest

All Tied Up (Dark AU)

Meant To Be

Kerosene (Dark AU)

Good Little Slut

Guilt-Ridden Desires

Primadonna Peter

Lick It Liked A Lollipop

Selfishly Caring

Preserving Innocence

Born to be a Slut

Growing Up Codependent

Pretty As A Picture (Snippet)

Don't Ever Grow Up (Dark Snippet)

Be My Alpha, Daddy (A/B/O)

Buddie

It Was Always You (Season 5 Canon Divergence)

Others

Reluctant to Bond (SamBrockTony A/B/O)

Uncle Whodey and Auntie Peppa (Polyvengers)

Stuffie Love (Spideypool)

Nat's the Fort Leader (snippet)

Life of the Party and Light of his Life (IronHusbands College AU)

Shared Secret (Peter/Harley)

Falling in Love in a Small Town (Sam/Brock/Clint)

Road Tripping and Riding (FalconHawk)

My Little Prince (Vampire Diaries NSAP Klaus & Jeremy)

*organized from newest to oldest

Event Masterposts:

Ageplay May 2022

Steve Rogers Week 2022

#my fics #marvel #mcu #the avengers #the avengers fic #marvel fic #mcu fic #the avengers fanfiction