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idk-bruh-20 · 8 months

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Irondad fic ideas #155

Tony can be... a bit overbearing with his helicopter parent tendencies. To combat this, Peter sets up a small protocol with FRIDAY.

Any time Tony wants to do something paranoid or invasive, FRIDAY is to send him a helpful article first, with titles like "Excessive Surveillance Can Harm Adolescent Development, Study Finds" and "Why Teens Need Privacy From Their Parents"

Peter leaves the choice of articles up to FRIDAY, trusting her to send ones that fit the situation.

While this protocol does get Tony to reconsider some of his more... extreme impractical requests, in most cases it fails to change his mind. Being hands-off about Peter's safety is not something he can do -- not when he knows the kinds of dangers this particular kid could face.

He's grateful for the insight that the protocol has given him, though. So instead of removing it, he decides to add to it. He asks FRIDAY to make it a two-way street. Now, whenever Peter complains about one of Tony's safety protocols, FRIDAY will send an article to help him understand

However, Tony doesn't anticipate the kinds of articles FRIDAY will choose. While she continues to send Tony studies and editorials, to Peter she sends news reports from Tony's past

Peter's mad that Tony has put trackers in everything he owns? -- "Tony Stark Still Missing: Inside Month Three of the Harrowing Search"

Peter hates the constant health monitoring that FRIDAY does when he's in the tower? -- "Death Wish or Death Sentence? Stark Behavior Tied to Secret Illness that Almost Cost Him His Life"

It goes on and on. For every seemingly insane overreach, there's a story, an experience Tony is trying to protect Peter from.

They both still disagree about how much protection is too much, but at least they understand each other better now

#tony upon reading peter's articles: hmm. that's... actually pretty convincing. I guess I can see where he's coming from #FRI babe send pete something equally convincing so he can see my side #FRIDAY: here are tony stark's traumas age 0 to present-#irondad fic ideas #irondad and spiderson #iron dad and spider son #she basically bombards him with empathy #FRIDAY is truly a strategy queen #peter parker #tony stark #irondad #spiderson #ironfam #queueueueue #see announcements #also if tony ever complains that he didn't want FRIDAY to share all those personal things-#peter: payback's a bitch huh

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rockyscactus · 7 years

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Bad Boy Mendes Pt. 3

Part 3 was highly requested! You guys wanted a happy ending so, here you go :D I tried but happy endings are something that I need to work on ;)

Your thoughts were interrupted with a buzz coming from your pocket. Shit! He did what you thought he was gonna do.

You slowly unlocked your phone and opened the text:

My stupid kiss, stupid leather jacket, stupid messy hair, and stupid self, say hi....princess ;)

"Thanks for leaving me on seen", Shawn ran up to me as you walked down the hall.

You chuckled, "Anytime."

"You're lucky that I don't hold grudges", he laughed.

Something about that bothered you. Something about the fact that he thought you were good now just because of a sappy ass text. "Look, Mendes, I get that we shared a moment, had an argument, and you sent me some sappy text to make up, but that doesn't mean that...I don't know", you trailed off, "It just doesn't mean what you think it does."

He let out a dry laugh, "I don't know what you want from me, princess", he threw his arms up in exasperation.

"Y/N", you yelled, "My name is Y/N!"

"And my name is Shawn Peter Raul Mendes, what's your fucking point", he retorted with sarcasm which only pissed you off more.

"Well guess what, Shawn Peter Raul Mendes", you exclaimed, "You can go fuck yourself because I know why you approached my table yesterday and frankly, I'm more into guys with class. Someone who doesn't just want to get in my pants", you said with frustration as stress was filling your brain.

"What", he asked, but it was too late, you were off and heading to your next class.

"Honey are you hungry, at all", your mom asked from behind the door as you laid face down on your bed.

"No, Mom. I'm not that hungry, I made something when I got home", you lied.

"Um...alright", she hesitated, "It's nearly 11:40 so good night."

"Uh-huh", you replied as more tears fell down your face.

Once she was clearly gone you sat up in your bed and fixed your messy bun.

"How did you let this happen? You let your guard down, this is exactly what happens when you do some stupid shit like that", you whispered to yourself.

You were awaken from your thoughts by your phone buzzing. You didn't even have to look at it to know that it was him. Who else had texted you in almost a full year? No one. You didn't want to look at it, you didn't want to fall under his spell. You actually found it quite humorous how fast you broke down your walls for him to come in. Normally you would've totally closed yourself off but, Shawn, he gave you something to smile about. You didn't know if it was the way he called you princess or the way that he wore his signature smirk, but you were falling hard and nothing was gonna protect you from the impact.

You looked down at your now ringing phone and rolled your eyes.

"Don't you dare grab that phone", you mumbled to yourself as you were already reaching for it, "What the fuck is wrong with you", you whispered as you answered the call.

"What", Shawn's voice asked with confusion.

You mentally cursed yourself for saying that, "Um... I was talking to...my T.V. I'm watching a show", you lied, "What do you want?"

"Meet me in the park", he asked with sincerity.

"What the fuck--", you began

"Look Y/N, I'm not trying to get in your pants so stop acting like this", he sounded a bit frustrated, "I actually do like you and I have for almost four years. But you know, when people refuse to interact with others, it's hard to try and get someone to open up. You're making this really hard and you're really tearing up my determination. I just--", he was being interrupted by you now.

"Stop being a little bitch, Mendes. I'm on my way", you rolled your eyes, "I don't refuse to interact with people, it's hard to talk to people who don't give a shit", you almost shouted into the phone.

As you walked on the pavement in your leggings and sweat-shirt you couldn't help but be mad at yourself for the way you talked to Shawn. You wouldn't blame him if his little school boy crush went away after that call. You felt like a bitch for putting up your walls again when he broke his down for you. You felt terrible for cursing at him, sassing him, for being so rude. You let your emotions get the best of you.

You pushed open the gate to the little park of your hometown. The park that you used to play at, back when it felt bigger. The same playground, same sand, same grass. You hadn't been here in almost two years, around the time when you built your walls in the first place.

You looked around for Shawn, but it was kind of hard to look for a guy who wears all black. Especially At 11:50 at night. You continued walking around the tiny area until you heard the soft strumming of a guitar.

"Do ya... do you think about me", you heard his familiar voice sing.

You followed the sound and looked up at him, on the slide, singing you the beautiful song. Once he finished he looked down at you with bright eyes.

"I don't think you realize how terrible I feel", he asked with a smirk.

"It's not your fault I'm dramatic as fuck", you laughed to yourself, "Thanks for the song, Mendes."

"Anytime princess", he winked, "So", he slid down the slide and landed in front of you, "Let's talk romantics."

You nodded, "Continue since you're all of a sudden so classy", you chuckled.

"Hey, I'm trying. I've read several fanfics on Tumblr and I'm not gonna lie, these guys have got game", he laughed, "But honestly, I really do like you Y/N. I can be a douche at times, I'm not gonna lie, but I'm trying."

You nodded, "And I thank you for that", you smiled, "I have a lot to thank you for, Mendes. Thanks for sitting at my table yesterday, thanks for kissing me in front of the whole school, and thanks for putting me on check when I needed it."

"Welcome", he flashed you his bright smile as he looked up at you with wide eyes.

You took a seat on his lap as he moved his guitar and looked down at you, "I haven't had anyone, except for family, that I've been able to even smile with. You were the first person to break down my walls in years. You and your stupid self", you joked before continuing, "aren't a douche. You have feelings too."

"With that being said, what do you say? Give this bad boy a chance", he grinned.

You raised your eyebrows, "Messy hair, leather jackets, and wearing all black does not make you a bad boy. It only gives you style."

"Fine then...go out with me, princess", he gave you puppy dog eyes.

"Sure Mendes", you shrugged, "On one condition."

He raised an eyebrow, "Keep talking."

You lunged forward and tackled him to the ground as he chuckled from under you, "Thank you very much", you took his guitar pick, "Payback."

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