Peter Who’s Never Really Been Able To Date Because Of His Powers But Tried Not To Talk About It Because

— tw: mentions of dr*gs, alcoholi*m, reh*b

Recovering drug addict and alcoholic Tony where everyone is almost ready to give up on him (or has given up entirely) until rehab aid, Deaf and Mute, Peter Parker is assigned to him. There's no frustated shouting, harsh words of reprimand, just gentle coaxing, understanding touches. There's no judgemental eyes just soft sad doe-like ones whenever he throws up or screams in frustration. Peter stays with him. Doesn't give up on him. Along the way Tony helps him too, enrolls him to speech recovery therapy, gets him checked out for possibilities to get his hearing back. It was so easy to help Peter. And little by little, the rehab aid became a friend, then a best friend, it gradually, slowly built until Tony realizes he had fallen for Peter. Hard. And he wants to be the best man for the kid.

Slowly but surely, his rehab went better than the past years, his withdrawal lessened, his body healthier. At the same time, he builds Peter a hearing aid, and Tony will always remember the look on his face when he first heard Tony's voice. With the help of the hearing aid and speech therapy, Peter gradually starts speaking again. His first work? "Tony." And god, Tony could've died happily when that first happened.

They took care of each other. Helped each other learn and grow. Until Tony can't do it anymore and confesses. He gets the sweetest "I love you too," in return.

He ends up marrying Peter a year later after his rehab. He wins countless rewards. His paper that he worked on with Peter regarding his condition got recognized. And when he wins a Nobel Prize, he stands at the podium, looking healthier than his previous years, gold ring on his finger as he says:

"First of all, I'd like to thank my life partner Peter Stark for helping me find my voice again. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be here— I'd probably be wearing something orange and doing a really hard time— but all thanks to him, he's given me reason to be better and be the best man to take care of him. I love you so much, Pete. Once again, My Mrs. Stark, everyone."

I just needed some StrangeSpider in my stressful life.

The first time Peter met the Doctor, he was absolutley smitten, all shy smiles and rudy cheeks as he tried to complete the task Mr. Stark had sent him on. Something about being too busy working on his suit. Not that he was complaining. Now anyway.

Stephen regarded the teenager with a curious gaze, eyebrow cocked as he watched the boy stumble over some of his words, smirking when those doe brown eyes would catch his and Peter would flush all anew. It was absurdly adorable.

“Ah, M-mr. Stark sent me to give you this-” Peter reached into his hoodie pouch, withdrawing a a good handsized box with STARK printed right on top. Flashy as always.

“Something about needing to get ahold of you in case of emergencies. Because he said that you don’t have anything up to date and that it is much easier and faster if he just gave you one of the team phones, ya know, just in case we- he needs you. For, um, missions and such.” Peter had to bite his tongue to quite himself from his rambling, not wanting to annoy the older man, his flush only growning hotter and creeping up his ears when he just saw a smirk and bright eyes in return.

Stephen reached for the box, chucking quietly to himself at how flustered the boy had gotten. Indeed, even if he did not wish to be a full member of these Avengers, he also knew that he would be needed in the future and this, device would most definitly help aid them.

“I thank you for bringing this to me, Mr. Parker.” His deep voice timbered out, nearly purring in satisfaction at the boys’ quick inhale of breath.

“Peter. Call me Peter.” He mumbled breathless before he cleared his throat, “But ah, you’re welcome, D-Doctor.”

And that really shouldn’t sound as fucking sinful as is does when he says it, Stephen had to clench his jaw from making a sound, the cloak on his shoulders giving a faint rustle, seemingly sensing the reaction.

“Well, Peter.” The Doctor purred this time, quite proud of himself as he watched the boy inhale once more, dark pupils dialating as he regarding the taller and older man before him.

“Again, I offer my gratitude for you making your way here just to bring me this device.” Without waiting for the younger boy to even stutter a reply, Stephen reached for his hand and just had to take a second to admire just how soft yet strong those fingers felt in his palm.

“I do hope we can see more of eachother, my dear. I need more light in my Sanctum.” Grinning, he kissed the still knuckles of Peter’s hand, eyes never leaving the others.

Peter could only watch, eyes wide in honest to god surprise with a frog lodged in his throat, unable to respond as those heavenly lips pressed a kiss to his knuckles and fuck- if he would just put his mouth in other places- He forced himself to swallow, trying to clear his throat just so he could say something instead of standing like an idiot.

“Y-yes..” Peter pratically whimpered, feeling the heat from his entire face creeping down his chest and shoulders. He was going to melt to the fucking floor if he didn’t leave and he really really didn’t want to embarass himself infront of this man.

“I-I ah, Mr.Stark n-needs me back at the lab. I uhm, I can come back tomorrow-” Whoa, slow down there buckaroo. “Or next week!” Peter tried to fix, growing increasingly more embarassed and frustrated with himself. “ I wouldn’t want to bother you and y-your sanctum- I’m sure you’re incredibly busy with stuff-”

“Peter.” Stephen spoke up, his voice low and strong as it cause the boy to snap his mouth shut with quiet click of his teeth, brown eyes wide and near close to tears. But he only smiled in kind, giving another sweet kiss to his knuckles as a corner of his cloak reached out and around to pap the boy’s cheek and wrap around his back in a loose embrase as he himself took a step closer, drawing Peter’s attention up due to their difference in height.

“I would be honoured if you joined me for lunch tomorrow. I know of a beautiful little cafe not too far from here.” And he honest to God, as a grown ass man, never felt more nervous in his life just by asking this gorgous young man out to lunch, it was hardly a date. But then Peter gave him the brightest smile and as a Doctor, he swore he felt his heart falter at the sight.

“Yes, please.”

God help him.

BABES WAKE UP TODAY’S A NATIONAL HOLIDAY 🌈🐀

🎶NEIL IS BANGING OUT THE TUNES🎶

My (old) contribution to the beautiful day that is april 13th

Keep at it with the tunes.

meme redraw for dicks birthday :D

‘aight, mate, we’re done! Looking like a proper little punk now, eh?

“We often want it so badly that we ruin it before it begins. Overthinking. Fantasizing. Imagining. Expecting. Worrying. Doubting. Just let it naturally evolve”

— Unknown

just gonna leave this here… ❤️

My favorite jokes are about mispronouncing philosophers' names but I'm afraid it's a nietzsche subgenre

nico di angelo actually has a very elaborate and obscure music taste you know. and i have to approve the song before its him coded. yeah