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writingprompts364 post:

A character loses their shirt in the most literal way possible

-do they ever find it?                                                 [/]

-chaos bonus: someone actually stole it                  [/]

Characters: Peter Parker (Spider-Man), Tony Stark (Iron-Man)

Pairings: Peter/Tony

Warnings: None

Summary: Peter couldn’t find his favourite sweater until it walks into the living room.

((There were people that help push me in this post. So I decided to post the unfinished fanfic like I said there. I have the idea of how the end will be but I’m just stuck right now on how to write them. Please note this is in-complete or a draft. I haven’t search any references yet so the information are wrong such as Peter’s age when moving with his aunt and uncle and Stark’s home location.))

[Hadestown AU - Starker]

On the road to hell, there was a poor boy working on a song. 

Tony jumps over the rusted train tracks, his heart thrumming in his chest. He sprints through the desolate town, dust kicking up behind his feet as he searches for his love.

He finds Peter scrubbing the wooden deck of a pub, and just for a moment, Tony loses his breath again. Even sweating on his hands and knees, dressed in dirty rags and his face scrunched up in concentration, Peter is the most perfect, good thing he’s ever seen. His muse.

“Peter, baby,” he breathes, and Peter looks up at him, brown eyes honey-warm as he smiles up at Tony. “I think I’ve got it.”

Peter’s eyes widen and he gets his feet, jumping into Tony’s arms. “Your song? Really, Tony?”

Tony nods, his cheeks aching from how big he’s smiling. “Yeah. I know how it goes. This is it, Pete - we’re gonna be okay.” He cups Peter’s face in his hands, sweeps the grime from his cheeks. “You don’t gotta scrub floors or work in the mines anymore, baby. I’m gonna take care of you.”

Laughter bubbles from Peter’s lips and he tangles his fingers in Tony’s hair. “You already do, Tony.”

“No, Pete.” Tony wraps his arms around Peter’s middle, holding him close even as he gazes into his eyes, completely serious. “I mean it. Marry me, Pete.”

Peter’s mouth falls open in a gasp, and he blinks up at Tony. His eyebrows crinkle doubtfully, and he puts his hands up to Tony’s chest. “But… Maybe we should wait.” At Tony’s crestfallen face, Peter laughs and presses a fond kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I’m just saying, it’s gonna be a long winter - there’s work to be done, you’ll finish your song - we can get enough money–”

“That’s just it, Pete,” Tony cuts him off gently. “I’m gonna provide for us. This song– it’s gonna make spring come again.” He tucks a curl behind Peter’s ear, gazes at him with an earnest love that beats so hard it aches in his chest. “Marry me, Peter.”

Peter worries at his lower lip, but Tony can already see the decision in his eyes, clear and hopeful. “Okay,” he says, and when he hears himself, Peter laughs, delighted and alive. “Yes. Yes, let’s get married.”

If Tony could bottle the feeling that wells in his heart, they’d be millionaires already. 

Coming out of surgery:

Tony’s nervous like:

Peter sees him:

Peter feels like he’s not in Tony’s league now that he sees him:

They get over themselves and realize they’re crazy in love. Tony promises to show Peter the world:

Starker + death + car crash | Dead!Peter

“I lost you over a silly argument I’m so sorry Peter"

Starker Moodboard: Lounge Singer Tony x Fan Peter

Tony Stark is a performer. He covers old love songs and writes songs of his own. He can be found singing in exclusive clubs and bars all over New York, but nobody ever knows exactly which lounge he’s going to perform at and when.

Peter has been trying to be in the right place at the right time for months. He has a few of Tony’s EPs and a comp album of all his best covers, but he needs to hear the man’s sultry voice in person.

When Peter finally lays eyes on the man, it’s as if the vinyls he’s been listening to were nothing but white noise, and the voice in his head was just a recorded echo. Tony’s voice live is like nothing Peter’s ever heard before. The man’s dance moves. The way he holds his cigarette. The way he sips his drink in between songs. Peter is so gone.

He can’t help but stare at Tony while the man sings. Tony commands the entire room. Even patrons obviously just at the bar to drink seem enraptured. Other customers make it known that it was their intention to see Stark live.

Peter can’t believe his luck. He’d spent months trying to track down Tony through Twitter and Instagram. He’d researched all the man’s haunts. Peter knows the trouble was worth it every time Tony meets his gaze from the stage.

The boy waits around after the show, desperate to catch another glimpse of the icon. Maybe talk to him. Tony doesn’t show. Peter’s about to leave, disappointed yet satisfied with the experience when a woman in white approaches him.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh–. I… Sorry,” Peter struggles. He isn’t sure what the woman could possibly want from him.

“Tony asked me to give you this.”

“What?” Peter asks in confusion. “I don’t know Tony.”

“You seem like you want to,” the woman winks. “I guess the feeling’s mutual.”

Peter watches dumbfounded as the woman walks away. He looks down at the note in his hand.

Next show is at the Rum House. Saturday. Come see me again.

peter: oops i mean **hang!! haha stupid autocorrect!

tony:

Peter: im trying

May: what

starker + long distance relationships