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starkerbee · 2 months
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recently I’ve been toying with the idea of rewriting my starker mob!au fic champagne… would anyone be interested in that?
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starkerbee · 4 months
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Codependent Tony and Peter after the resurrection, they're attached to the hip, no one can get in between them, panic attacks will happen when one isn't in the line of sight of the other, they can't fully function without each other's presence. Everyone around them says it's unhealthy, but Tony just saved the world so fuck all of them. He just wants Peter to sit in front of him looking all pretty while he makes upgrades to his suit.
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starkerbee · 5 months
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I love that Peter is a little 😏 to go along with his 🥺. Asking Mr. Delmar how his daughter is?? In Spanish?? Please!! I want him to flirt with Tony and be a little cocky and surprise him 🗣️🗣️🗣️ I know Tony would flirt back and put Peter in his place but he’d be so shocked at first!! I know it!!
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starkerbee · 5 months
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I don't even know if I ever talked about this but when scenes from this show first came out I just about lost my damn mind
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starkerbee · 5 months
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a lana del rey song came up on my spotify and now i can't stop thinking about starker... will this ship ever release me from its grip?
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starkerbee · 2 years
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shoutout to my fellow starker shippers! you’re all incredibly talented and wonderful people with great taste in fictional couples <3
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starkerbee · 2 years
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I've been thinking a lot about a Peter who is just absolutely starved of affection. May isn't around a lot. When she is, she's too tired - from work, from trying to repay the debts she owns, from trying to keep Peter on the straight and narrow - to really give him that care that he needs so desperately. Maybe they move around a lot, preventing Peter from making friends his own age. And so, Peter finds affection elsewhere.
Quentin Beck came as an unannounced savior. He's so sweet for Peter, so kind. Their interests tend to overlap, and even when they don't he doesn't mind listening to Peter ramble about whatever it is that he's excited about this time. It's innocent at first. Peter sees him as a friend, the only friend he has. When Quentin starts complimenting him, on Peter's smile, how soft his hair looks, how pretty and long his legs are, and how beautiful his moans must sound, Peter just smiles and nods along. He ignores the pit of wrong wrong wrong wrong that forms in his stomach.
Quintin gets more and more possessive. Talking about how Peter is his, and his alone. Peter walks home with a boy from school one day - just a friend, nothing more - and is rewarded by being called a "disgusting, two-timing slut" by Quentin. Peter doesn't know what to do. He's grateful for Quentin, he truly is, but he can't shake the feeling that he should be scared of the older man.
Maybe Peter's resolve breaks one day after another tirage of abusive words from the person who's supposed to be his friend and decides that he needs to do something. He goes to the police and explains his situation to the kind officer that's assigned to him - knowing that Quentin would kill him for speaking negatively of him, let alone to the police. Peter's attempt is in vain. Quentin hasn't hurt him, not in any way that counts according to the law, and since Quentin hasn't touched him in any way that's inappropriate either, there's nothing that the police can do for him.
Not officially, at least, is what the officer tells him later that night - having taken it on himself to secretly take Peter's address from the database at the station. But just because the police cannot help him doesn't mean that Officer Stark will not do everything he possibly can to keep Peter safe.
And Peter? Well, he's just so grateful.
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starkerbee · 2 years
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I've been thinking a lot about a Peter who is just absolutely starved of affection. May isn't around a lot. When she is, she's too tired - from work, from trying to repay the debts she owns, from trying to keep Peter on the straight and narrow - to really give him that care that he needs so desperately. Maybe they move around a lot, preventing Peter from making friends his own age. And so, Peter finds affection elsewhere.
Quentin Beck came as an unannounced savior. He's so sweet for Peter, so kind. Their interests tend to overlap, and even when they don't he doesn't mind listening to Peter ramble about whatever it is that he's excited about this time. It's innocent at first. Peter sees him as a friend, the only friend he has. When Quentin starts complimenting him, on Peter's smile, how soft his hair looks, how pretty and long his legs are, and how beautiful his moans must sound, Peter just smiles and nods along. He ignores the pit of wrong wrong wrong wrong that forms in his stomach.
Quintin gets more and more possessive. Talking about how Peter is his, and his alone. Peter walks home with a boy from school one day - just a friend, nothing more - and is rewarded by being called a "disgusting, two-timing slut" by Quentin. Peter doesn't know what to do. He's grateful for Quentin, he truly is, but he can't shake the feeling that he should be scared of the older man.
Maybe Peter's resolve breaks one day after another tirage of abusive words from the person who's supposed to be his friend and decides that he needs to do something. He goes to the police and explains his situation to the kind officer that's assigned to him - knowing that Quentin would kill him for speaking negatively of him, let alone to the police. Peter's attempt is in vain. Quentin hasn't hurt him, not in any way that counts according to the law, and since Quentin hasn't touched him in any way that's inappropriate either, there's nothing that the police can do for him.
Not officially, at least, is what the officer tells him later that night - having taken it on himself to secretly take Peter's address from the database at the station. But just because the police cannot help him doesn't mean that Officer Stark will not do everything he possibly can to keep Peter safe.
And Peter? Well, he's just so grateful.
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starkerbee · 2 years
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are any of you still out there? I know I haven't used this blog in a good five months (and only sporadically before that) but I've been feeling the starker itch again, so I guess ill be posting here more frequently again?
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starkerbee · 2 years
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This is pretty much exactly how I imagined Tony while writing my fanfic champagne
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Brooding
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starkerbee · 2 years
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So when Peter first told Tony he loved him, Tony freaked out a little and was all 'No, Peter we can't.' blah blah.
Skip to 5 years later, living together, married, happy. But whenever Tony tells Peter he loves him Peter mock gasps and shakes his head, says "No, Tony we can't. I'm sorry." in the most serious tone.
Peter finds it hilarious and all Tony can do is roll his eyes and mumble about hating his husband with a smile on his face.
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starkerbee · 2 years
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TOM HOLLAND as NATHAN DRAKE UNCHARTED (2022)
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starkerbee · 2 years
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Oh. Oh.
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Tony and Peter showering together only for them to end up having sex instead of washing like they planned
@starker-bingo fill: G4 - In the Shower
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starkerbee · 2 years
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The eroticism of an older man calling a younger man Kid, even though he is most definitely an adult.
What, are you trying to convince yourself he’s too young for you? I don’t buy it and neither do you. Just fuck him over the nearest table and call him baby boy.
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starkerbee · 2 years
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Peter cries on Tony's cock, Peter cries when he can't have Tony's cock. The man can't win
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starkerbee · 2 years
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starkerbee · 2 years
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Tony doesn't let anyone touch the arc reactor ever after Obadiah. He can't bring himself to let anyone lay their fingers on it. Sometimes people touching his chest in general can prove quite triggering.
One morning he wakes up to Peter curled up against him as usual, except his fingers are tracing lazy patterns over the reactor.
Instinctively Tony wants to run, but forces himself to stay very still. Peter didn't know about his hang ups with the reactor, and he braces himself for the inevitable panic.
Except, it never comes.
That suffocating feeling doesn't burn in his throat. His eyes don't sting with tears.
Peter's fingers feel nice, even. They're gentle and careful as they trace the scars, following the path to the silver ring and round into the centre.
He must've sensed Tony was awake because his fingers moved to cup his jaw instead.
"Morning."
Tony opened his eyes, and smiled down at him.
"Morning."
Peter sat up, throwing a leg over Tony's waist and sitting on his abdomen, leaning down to press a kiss to Tony's lips, and after a brief pause, one to the arc reactor buried in his chest.
"I love you," Tony blurted.
Peter froze, blinking once, before a grin broke over his face.
"I love you too."
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