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Thin Ice (modern!HOTD)

pairing: Aegon x Reader & Cregan Stark x Reader

summary: After what occurred at the hockey formal, you need to avoid Aegon at any cost. Easier said than done

rating: Explicit (detailed warning below the cut)

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previous chapter ~ Ch. 6: Consequences ~ next chapter

warnings: p*ssy eating, use of vibrator, oral s*x (female receiving), overstimulation, p*ssy slapping, fingering, multiple orgasms, crying

word count: 3.0k

Sara was right. You needed to end things with Aegon.

But how?

You spent the remainder of the hockey banquet glued to Cregan’s side. Aegon was easy enough to avoid, as he was actively engaged in conversation with Lydia Tyrell. Which for some reason sent your stomach turning. How could he hook up with you so easily and then go talk to her like nothing happened?

Though you suppose you were doing the same with Cregan.

He even invited you to his apartment.

“We could watch a movie,” Cregan suggested, his eyes hopeful, “I’ll promise not to hog the covers.”

You bit your lip at the enticing offer. But the dull ache between your thighs answered for you.

“Maybe another time?” you told him gently.

You didn’t miss the flash of disappointment in his eyes. You reach out and touch his arm, the muscles of his biceps rippling beneath your touch.

“I promise, I’m just tired,” you told him.

Cregan smiles at you.

“Of course, we’ll do it another time,” he tells you, taking your hand in his.

He pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles before bidding you goodnight.

As you returned to your apartment (without Sara who decided to stay over Jace’s) you slumped into bed, fully clothed.

“Shit.” you spoke aloud, “SHIT!”

The following day was spent tracking down Aemond Targaryen. You had run into Helaena in the dining hall, though find yourself almost unable to maintain eye contact with your friend. You felt so guilty, knowing that she had warned you. Knowing she would likely castrate her brother if she ever found out. You couldn’t do that to her.

“How was the formal?” she asks, violet eyes wide and curious.

What, you think I’m not a gentleman?

Aegon’s voice echoes in your mind, his touch lingers on your skin. You’d showered three times the night after the formal and still you can feel him. It made your heart ache.

“It was okay, pretty average,” you tell her, heat rising to your cheeks, “Have you seen your brother?”

“Egg?”

“What?” you ask nervously, “No, no Aemond.”

Helaena raises an eyebrow at your reaction. Helaena doesn’t miss a thing. She reads people like it's her job.

“Um, the library I think?” she says and you turn quickly to make your departure.

“Thanks, Hel, love you!”

“Yeah, love you too!” she calls, brow still furrowed.

She stands watching you leave, watching as you nearly run into Tony Greyjoy, causing him to drop his tray to the floor. Helaena raises her eyebrows as Tony glares at you.

“Weird,” she murmurs before returning to her lunch.

As you enter the library, Aemond is easily spotted at the first table when you enter, a pile of books strewn around him. He’s pinching the bridge of his nose, barely looking up as you stand beside his chair.

“Y/N,” he says, acknowledging your presence.

“Hey,” you tell him, emptying the contents of your book bag on the table.

Aemond drops his hand from his face, looking up at you with an expression of annoyance.

“What’s this?”

“Your philosophy stuff,” you tell him, “If Aegon comes looking, just give it to him.”

Aemond frowns.

“I thought you were tutoring him?”

“Yeah um, our arrangement kind of ended,” you tell him, “Just let him have this, yeah?”

“Why can’t you give it to him?”

“No reason, it’s just yours, I thought I’d give it back to you first,” you tell him, getting more annoyed the more he questions you.

Aemond looks you up and down before sighing.

“Did you sleep with him?”

“What?” you say, a little too loudly, “Why would you say that?”

“You did,” he confirms, nodding, “Great. Yeah, I’ll get these to Aegon.”

“Aemond please don’t-”

“Relax,” he cuts you off, “it’s none of my business.”

You close your eyes, trying to slow your breathing. Aemond curls his lip at your reaction looking you up and down.

“Thank you,” you tell him.

“Sure,” he says, returning to his books.

Weirdo.

You leave the library in a hurry, racing down the front steps. You must have the absolute worst luck because what are the odds Aegon is heading toward the library right now? Silver hair messy, a pair of black sweats, and a white t-shirt on Aegon smiles when he sees you. Arryx is with him, saying something that Aegon doesn’t bother listening to.

“Hey!” Aegon calls but you lower your head and turn to walk in the opposite direction.

Aegon frowns slightly watching you hurry off, head down shoving your AirPods into your ears. You don’t look back, heart pounding and cheeks flushed.

“Huh. She’s avoiding me,” Aegon says, a smile on his face when he says it.

“What dude?” Arryx asks.

“Nothing,” Aegon says, laughing to himself.

You want to avoid Aegon by any means necessary, including future hockey games. Sara nearly dragged you there by force.

“Aegon is not ruining hockey season!” she insisted, grabbing your arm.

Cregan found you before the game, placing a quick kiss against your lips.

“There you are,” he says smiling at you, hair secured in a low bun at the base of his skull.

He looks incredible with his hockey gear on, the gold jersey catching the light. In his hands he holds his white practice jersey, the name Stark across the back along with the number 10.

“Wear it?” he asks, with a lopsided grin adorning his handsome face.

You nod, blushing as he kisses your cheek before returning to the ice. The game tonight was against the Lions, a notoriously tough team from an elite neighboring university. It took money to get in there, and the team practiced year-round. It was bound to be an interesting game.

Though your mind was hardly on the game as the team took to the ice. You kept watching Aegon, trying desperately not to. Trying instead to focus on Cregan in the goal. But somehow your eyes kept drifting to the number 29.

Aegon was an animal on the ice, moving on his skates as though he was flying. Easily dodging past players, yelling obscenities, and getting into more than one physical altercation with other players.

It wasn’t until near the end of the game, Aegon began to push his luck, taunting one of the other players until he was slammed into the plexiglass. Your eyes widen as Aegon grins, as though he’s not being held against the wall of the rink.

Aegon’s eyes meet yours; you’re close, just a couple of rows away from the edge of the rink. He holds your gaze for a moment, his smile faltering as he drags his eyes over the jersey you wear. Your cheeks flush scarlet as he brings his gaze back to your face before the referee tugs the player off of him and he’s whisked away.

You stand on shaky legs, trying to leave behind Sara. She frowns.

“Where are you going?” she asks.

“I need some air,” you tell her, “Just find me after!”

You stay outside for the remainder of the game, hands shaking in the cold. Shit. You’re really feeling something. You just have to stay away from him. Stay away from him, and be with Cregan. Then everything will be fine.

The following days go by without incident. It seems like you’re doing a good job at avoiding Aegon. You spend time with Cregan on campus, even going with him on a solo date to the movies. But you’re taking things slow with him, trying to keep things light.

A knock startles you as you’re watching Netflix. You’ve been camped out in your apartment for the most part, trying to avoid Aegon. Assuming Sara forgot her keys again, you hurry to the door and fling it open without a second thought.

Aegon smiles at you as you open it, placing his hand on the door when you attempt to close it. A frown appears on his face as you struggle to close the door.

“When did you become so rude, bunny?” he teases as you huff in annoyance.

“I’m busy,” you tell him.

“With what?” he counters.

“Stuff,” you tell him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Mhmm okay,” he says, rocking on his heels, “Well I only need a moment of your time.”

You look him up and down.

“What do you want?”

“The philosophy flashcards.”

A flash of pain goes through you. Just study stuff. Sure. Makes sense. Aegon is only into one-time hookups. Got it.

“I gave everything to Aemond,” you tell him.

“Not the flashcards.”

It's true, you kept those for yourself. Hey, you need to pass the class too.

“No, I need the flashcards,” Aegon tells you pouting, “C’mon those helped the most and I know you have them.”

You stare him down for a moment, but the pleading look remains on his handsome face.

“Fine,” you tell him.

You lead him into your room, despite your better judgment. You can hear him following behind, his soft steps echoing your own. You open the door and hurry over to your desk, eager to get him the flashcards he needs so he can leave. Thankfully, with your back turned he can’t see the blush forming on your cheeks.

“I think these are all the ones I have,” you say, shuffling through them while turning around.

You nod, confirming your thoughts before holding them out to him.

“Thank you,” he says, his fingers brushing against yours while smiling.

You give him an awkward smile back. He flips through the flashcards.

“If you have any more questions, you should ask Aemond,” you begin to ramble, “I gave everything back to hi-”

“Do you have a vibrator?” he interrupts.

You choke on your last word. Aegon looks up at you innocently between his silver lashes.

“What?”

“A vibrator, do you own one?”

He says it like it’s a perfectly normal question for him to be asking you.

“Why?” you ask him, eyes wide.

Aegon tosses the flashcards back on your desk.

“Because I want to play a game,” he says, his head shaking slightly, as though he’s surprised you even asked.

What the fuck?

“A game?” you ask as he steps closer.

“Mhmm,” he says, fighting a smirk now.

“What kind of game?” you ask, as his fingers ghost against your waist.

“How many times can I make Y/N come, before her roommate comes home?” he tells you, very matter of fact.

Your jaw is on the floor.

“You’ve never played that game before?” he asks, feigning innocence.

“No,” you manage to say somehow.

Aegon only smiles, pulling you toward him.

“What if Sara comes back early?” you ask as he leads you to your bed.

“I texted Jace,” Aegon says, hands already shimmying your sweats from your body, “he’s got her preoccupied.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows.

“Jace is helping you distract my roommate?”

“He likes her a lot,” Aegon tells you, removing your panties.

You look away from him, feeling awkward.

“Lucky Sara,” you breathe, feeling Aegon’s breath on your center.

“Look at this pretty pussy,” he murmurs, spreading your folds with his fingers.

Your cheeks burn at his filthy words.

“Bet you say that to all the girls,” you snap, feeling bratty.

Aegon cocks an eyebrow at your snide remark.

“I don’t,” he tells you, gathering some wetness on his thumb before beginning to massage your clit, “besides, this is the prettiest pussy I’ve seen. It would have been a lie to say it to anyone else.”

“Aegon,” you hiss, back arching ever so slightly at the minimal pressure.

You’re not sure if you want him to keep talking or stop.

“What?” he murmurs, a half smirk on his face as he looks up between your legs.

“Shut up,” you tell him, gripping your comforter, cheeks burning.

You feel a sharp smack against your clit and you yelp, slapping a hand over your mouth.

“This can go one of two ways,” Aegon purrs, circling your clit once more, “I can treat you like the good girl I know you are, or the bad one you’re pretending to be.”

It’s hard to breathe.

“The top drawer,” you tell him, “of my nightstand.”

Aegon grins and moves toward your nightstand, rummaging through it until he finds the small pink silk bag. Revealing the small hot pink vibrator he turns it in his hands.

“Pretty small,” he comments.

“Gets the job done,” you tell him, heart beating erratically.

Aegon moves his eyes toward you, flashing another grin. His fingers press the buttons and the vibrator springs to life.

“Have you made your decision?” he murmurs, crouching between your legs.

“What?” you ask, jumping slightly as Aegon presses the vibe against your clit.

He swirls it around, gathering some of your juices before rolling it against the sensitive button.

“Are you my good girl, or my bad one?” he asks, violet eyes darkened with lust.

He dips the vibe lower, right around your entrance letting the pulsations flutter against your clenching hole.

“Aegon,” you whimper, letting your hand run down to tug on his hair.

He pulls away from your grip, angling the vibe back up so it sits directly on your clit. The vibrations pulse at a delicious speed and you can feel your orgasm tingling in your abdomen, building and cresting into a pleasurable wave about to crash.

“Are you going to cum?” Aegon asks, “Answer me.”

“Yes!” you manage, legs shaking as your orgasm crashes over you.

Aegon pulls the vibe away, letting your high spread throughout your limbs.

“That’s one,” he murmurs, “Keep count, would you?”

Your brain is fuzzy but you manage a nod. You expect to feel the tingling of the vibe on your pussy but instead are greeted with a stinging slap against your sensitive mound. You cry out, abs clenching together at the sensation before Aegon’s hand slides down your soaked pussy, stroking where he previously slapped.

“Shhh,” he coos, letting his fingers curl into you.

A tear runs down your cheek as he begins fingering you, the lingering sting from his slap still aching as he uses his free hand to press the vibe back against your clit. Pleasure washes over you, your head lolling back onto the pillow once more.

“You know, I think I decided for you,” he tells you, “You were acting like a bad girl after all.”

Your heart pounds with his words, fingers clawing against your bedsheets trying to find any semblance of reality to cling to. All you can focus on is the curling of Aegon’s fingers in perfect tandem with the pulsations against your clit. A soft moan leaves your lips.

“You have fun at the game?” Aegon asks, “You've been having fun with Stark?”

“Aegon- fuck!” your words come out in a squeak as your second orgasm takes you by surprise, washing over you.

Aegon removes his fingers, delivering another harsh slap to your throbbing pussy. A sharp whine escapes you and Aegon holds your thighs down to keep you from bringing your knees together.

“Answer me,” he growls, dipping his fingers back in your dripping center.

“Wha-?” you half sob as he touches the vibrator ever so gently against your throbbing clit.

“Have you been having fun?” Aegon repeats slowly, as he curls his fingers against your sensitive walls.

“What do you mean?” you cry out, leaning up on your elbows to look at him.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he says, tilting his head and watching his fingers go in and out.

You’re going to come again; you almost don’t want to, knowing the pain that will undoubtedly follow. It’s no use though, with how well he curls his fingers, the way he presses the vibrator against you. That’s three, three orgasms holy shi-

“Ah!” you cry out as his hand slaps your tender pussy once more.

“Say you’re sorry,” Aegon says casually, dragging his finger through your soaked folds.

Tears blur your vision as he drags the vibrator against you, the same path his finger took. You don’t know how much more of this sweet torture you can take. Aegon looks up at you and then, watches a tear roll down your cheek.

“C’mon, say you’re sorry for avoiding me, bunny,” he tells you, voice rough as gravel.

You’re practically panting, nipples straining against the fabric of your t-shirt, sweat making your hair cling to the back of your neck.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, lower lip wobbling.

“Sorry for what?” he asks, violet eyes wide and innocent.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you.”

“I’m sorry for avoiding you, Aegon,” he repeats, adding his name at the end, and raising his eyebrows expectantly.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you, Aegon,” you manage.

He smiles, looking like a cat who finally got his cream.

“I forgive you,” he says, before leaning down to press an open-mouthed kiss to your center.

He tosses your vibrator on the bed, forgotten, as his tongue works its way inside you. The metal of his tongue ring is a brutal juxtaposition to the warmth of his tongue as he fucks you with it; curling his tongue against your spongy inner walls. His nose teases your overly sensitive clit and almost embarrassingly soon you’re nearly screaming his name, soaking his face with your fourth orgasm.

As Aegon pulls away, you slump back against the bed feeling utterly exhausted. Aegon stands up, moving over to place a kiss on your lips. Aegon doesn’t kiss like Cregan; there’s no gentleness to it. It’s all hot, desperate want; as though he needs the air in your lungs in order to stay alive.

You moan against him, fingers ghosting up his sides, underneath his shirt. When he pulls away he’s smiling, that Aegon smile he always wears. You can’t help but smile back at him.

“I see you at another game in his jersey, I’m fucking you in it,” Aegon threatens, standing up to leave.

You don't know what comes over you next.

“Promise?” you call, and Aegon stops in the doorway.

He turns slightly, head tilted a wolfish grin on his face as if he’d like nothing more than to flip you over and have his way with you right now.

“Fuck around and find out,” he tells you, “Later bunny.”

Oh, you are in trouble.

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marvelwitchergilmore · 8 months

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I'm In Love (With My Best Friend)

Summary: Peter Parker x Fe!Reader -> You and Peter have been best friends since middle school. But when feelings get involved, it can lead to a lot of pining and incredibly romantic kisses inside a Stark lab.

Disclaimer: FLUFF, a little angst, a LOT of pining. Kissing. Jealousy. Happy Ending. Not proof-read. No use of Y/N.

You first met him when you were in middle school. You had been the new transfer student and you had zero friends. The first week of your new school you spent getting lost in the hallways, avoiding the random questions that the people who you assumed were the popular crowd were asking you and trying to concentrate on the work you were being given.

But, half-way through your second week, you met a boy.

You had been sitting on your own in the back of the cafeteria, trying to solve your science homework.

Usually, you were okay with science but every time you entered your numbers, you knew the answer was wrong.

He’d introduced himself as Peter Parker.

You recognised the name.

He was supposed to be in your English, Math and Physical Ed classes though he hadn’t been in due to being ill.

At first, he sat with you because there was nowhere else to sit. At least, that’s what you thought. Then he asked about your homework.

“Yeah, Mrs Jackson always sets difficult questions. Do you want some help?”

You accepted his offer and he moved over two seats so he was directly in front of you and for the next 20 minutes, he sat with you and you both figured out the homework together.

In return, you offered to help him with his English report.

You couldn’t quite remember when it was after that that the pair of you became inseparable. But, after that, the both of you were never seen without one another.

Even in High School, you remained the best of friends. Thursday night homework hours were completed together and Friday night movie nights were completed with the same laughter, frustration and smiles.

And, despite attending different colleges, it was like no time or space had passed between you both.

You were the first Peter came to when he was ready to tell people about his alter-ego Spider-Man. You were also the first person Peter came to when he had his first crush and date in High School.

Maybe that was when you had your first heart-break.

Though you were friends with Peter first, it was a couple years into High School that you realised your feelings towards Peter had grown to be more than friendship.

But you knew he didn’t feel the same. And knew he probably never would.

But, at the same time, it didn’t not sting when he dated other girls.

Either way, you swallowed the pain and your feelings for him and remained determined to keep your friendship with Peter despite them.

So, you dated other guys.

And, they were kind.

Some of them became long term - others, not so much. But despite how much you cared for them, something always seemed to be missing. Though you tried your best to ignore that fact.

You both had graduated college a few years ago and ever since, Peter had been working for Stark Industries whilst, despite the job offer Tony had given you personally and said he would keep on ice, you had a job helping engineer different plates and surgical equipment that helped towards surgery for animals who’s back legs had stopped moving or had been born without one of the paws etc.

Still, you met Peter every day in his lab at the compound at 7 since you got off work at 6.

“Peter? You here?”

“In here. I’m almost ready, I’ve just got to-”

“No worries.”

Whilst Peter ran about the place, finding different parts for some old web-shooters he had in his hand, you sat at one of the tables and tinkered away.

It was usually like this.

You’d go and meet him, he’d still be working and you’d sit with him for 40 minutes to an hour before you both left to get food and watch a movie.

“You know, it’s so cool you work for Tony Stark.”

Peter smiled as he continued to tinker away and you tried to avoid your gaze dropping to check him out despite his outfit consisting of black cargo trousers and a black t-shirt.

So, he’d been in training today.

“Yeah. You know, you could too if you wanted.” Peter looked up to you for a moment. “He has a job lined up and ready for you whenever you want it.”

You smiled and nodded. “I know. But I like my job.”

“Offer is always there.”

“Hey, did you hear back from Lucy?”

Peter faltered for a moment, though you barely noticed. “Oh, uh, yeah. We’re…we’re going out again, tomorrow, I think.”

You ignored the sad feeling in your chest, despite the fact you had been the one to set them up (technically).

Lucy worked in the office at your job. Peter came in one day to pick you up and she mistook you both for a couple despite the fact she’d just been flirting with him thirty seconds ago.

You just opened your mouth and shut the whole thing down. “Oh, no. Hahaha, no. We’re- we’re just friends. Good friends. But friends.”

Sitting up a little straighter, you smiled. “That’s good.”

“What about you? What happened to Frank?”

“Mark,” you corrected. “And it-it wasn’t right. Besides, we only talked, like, twice. It wouldn’t have worked out anyway. He said he hated Disney movies and would rather gouge out his eyes than watch another one.”

“Seriously?”

You raised your eyebrows with a puff from your chest, still annoyed at the comment. “Yeah.”

“Well, at least you never have to talk to him again.”

“True.”

At that moment, the door to Peter’s lab slid open and Sam walked in with a pile of plans, presumably for a new set of wings.

“Steve told me to give you these.”

“Thanks, Sam. Just leave them there. I’ll look over them.”

“Hey, Sam.”

Sam called your name and ran over and hugged you. “How are you doing, kid?”

“Good. Just waiting for this one to finish up. How was Alaska?”

“Cold. Bucky got his arm frozen to a lamp-post. I’ll send you pictures.”

You smiled. “You want them framed?”

“Oh, please.” Sam smiled.

“Did I ever show you the pictures when Peter froze his webs to the roof? He was still attached to them two hours later.”

Peter, looking between the pair of you, laughing at the photos, shook his head. “Sometimes I regret introducing you two.”

“Too late.” Sam smiled. “Anyway, you both should head out before traffic gets too bad.”

“It’s New York. Traffic is always bad.”

“Even better.”

“And our movie starts in an hour.” you added.

“Alright, I’m done.”

Sam winked at you and you mouthed a “Thank you” to him before he said goodbye and left.

Yourself and Peter managed to get to the cinema and find your seats just before the trailers finished and for the next two hours, you spent most of the time trying not to have a heart-attack as the actors jumped from building to building, hanged themselves over the edge of a cliff and nearly died about thirty times before finally succeeding.

Despite the amount of times you watched movies like that, it didn’t stop your heart from racing and trying not to watch. Horror, sure. You could handle that. But suspense and action - nope.

“How you feeling?”

You put your hand to your head and covered your eyes for a moment. “I’m still spinning, I think. Please, never do anything like that.”

Peter laughed as you sat down on the bench outside the movie house. “You have my word.”

Slowly, he knelt down in front of you before pushing your chin up.

“Look at me for a moment.”

You did so and tried to slow your heart down that was beating faster for a separate reason.

“Stopped spinning?”

It took you a moment to focus. “Y-Yeah. All stopped now.”

“Good.”

Peter stood up again and you mentally slapped yourself as you checked him out again. He’s just a friend. A FRIEND.

Thankfully, he didn’t notice since he was too busy looking down the street before he gave you his hand.

“Come on. Let’s head back.”

You took his hand as he helped you up before letting it go, too afraid of what your own feelings might feel if you held his hand any longer.

Months later, not much had changed.

You’d still kept your feelings from Peter and dated a couple of people. Peter dated Lucy for a month before breaking it off - though he never told you why.

But one evening, as you were sitting home alone - your roommate out on another date - you got the craving for Pizza and since there was none in the freezer, you grabbed your bag and coat before heading out to the nearest pizza place.

You needed to get out of the house.

Despite there being no change between you and Peter, part of you called out for it. You either needed to tell him how you felt or you needed to move on. And since you weren't going to do the first…ever, that only left you with the second.

And, oddly enough, that night you met Colton.

He was standing in line waiting for his pizza and since the chef got an emergency call from his wife saying she was in labour, he mistakenly made half a pepperoni, half margarita.

Despite the awkwardness, you both decided to share it.

You sat outside together on a park bench, watching the ducks float down the water, simply talking.

“So, what brings you to a pizza place at 9 at night on a Tuesday?”

“Hunger, mostly.”

Before you knew it, he was walking you home, you had exchanged numbers and met him for a date that Saturday. From there, you continued talking and soon enough, months had passed by.

It was late in the afternoon when you were at SI and, whilst talking to some old friends in the hallway since you’d just come from a shared meeting between both companies, Colton turned up.

“Hey, what-” you kissed him quickly. “What are you doing here?”

“You left your notebook at my house,” he passed you the hardback notebook that contained most of your random thoughts and problems that were either to do with work or could be to do with work, one day.

“Oh, thank you.”

“And, since I’m here, I was hoping maybe we could get lunch together?”

You smiled and nodded. “I’d like that.”

Then someone called your name.

Looking behind you, the four people you’d been talking to seemed to split up and gave you a clear view of who had called your name - though you didn’t need to view to know who it was.

“Peter,” you said, slightly shocked.

This was the first time, despite him knowing about Colton, Peter was about to meet him.

“Hey, I was just- who’s this?”

“Oh, I, uh, this-this is Colton.”

Colton stuck out his hand and Peter shook it after a quick moment. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

Whether it was real or not, it was like a massive tension cloud was above the whole situation.

“Uhh…Colton, this is Peter. My-”

“Best friend since middle school.” Peter finished.

“Cool. Well, we were just about to get lunch so I guess we’ll see you later?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. Can you- Let me just grab my coat.”

“Course, babe.”

Then Colton kissed you for what felt like the longest time - and oddly, it didn’t feel like the others. It felt…forced.

Either way, when he pulled away you stepped back a little before heading down the hall and towards the cloak room. And in the time it took you between getting your coat and walking back, that cloud of tension only seemed to feel darker and bigger.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah, let’s go babe.”

You nodded, saying goodbye to everyone else but something in the bottom of your stomach felt guilty - especially when you saw the split-second change in emotions on Peter’s face before he went back to how he usually looked at you.

Once you left the building with Colton and had driven away, Natasha smacked the back of Peter’s head.

“Ow, what was that for?”

“I don’t know. For whatever the hell that was, for being jealous, for not telling her sooner.”

“Jealous? I’m not jealous. Why would I be jealous?”

Natasha just laughed. “Oh, you look just like Steve when Grant from level three flirted with me. Oh, you’ve got it bad.”

“Nat-” Peter rolled his eyes and tried to walk away but she just pulled him back.

“You can admit you like her. I mean, we’ve all seen this coming for years.”

“I don’t- you have?”

Natasha shrugged. “What? She’s pretty and you’re both close friends. I’m just surprised it took you this long. I thought you were smarter than those idiots.”

“Those idiots are still standing here.”

“Peter, how long have you liked her?” Laura asked him.

“I,” Peter shook his head.

“Oh, boy.” Laura laughed.

Peter stood there, slightly dumbfounded, as the others walked away.

Despite how much he denied it, and how much he convinced himself he didn’t feel that way towards you, he did. Ever since Junior year of College. At least, that was when he’d been getting that simmering feeling in the pit of his stomach every time you looked at him, or even when you didn’t. And that simmer seemed to boil every time he saw you with somebody else.

But he decided never to tell you.

He figured, since you had never said anything about extra feelings; ones that surpassed a simple friendship bond, then you wouldn’t ever feel the same.

And when you made the comment of Just Friends to Lucy, he knew you definitely would never feel the same. So, he guessed he had to get used to the feeling of…something towards you.

Yet seeing you with Colton - his arm around you, his lips on yours - something seemed to start cracking inside of him.

Either that, or completely being blown to smithereens.

Nat was completely right.

He was jealous.

He has been jealous. Ever since he first saw you get ready for that date you had with Hank, or Hodge or whatever the guy’s name was - he felt that simmer in his stomach and that small voice in the back of his head for a split second let him think he was watching you get ready to go out on a date with him.

It had confused him, at first.

You were his best friend and he was suddenly having these thoughts about dating you and…opening the car door for you (despite already doing that, anyway). But it would have been different.

He would be yours, in more ways than just friendship.

“You really love her, don’t you?”

“Of course I do, she’s my best friend.”

Peter looked towards the door where Clint was leaning against the door frame like a dad getting ready to talk to his son.

Although, despite the comfort Clint provided, Peter faltered for a moment. He had been alone since Colton came and swept you away to lunch - over three hours ago. He’d been tinkering away and letting his mind wander.

“Relax, kid. It’s written all over your face.”

“Clint, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Tough.” Clint pulled out a seat across the lab desk where Peter was standing. “Laura has already told me what happened and most likely, Tasha’ will do the same later tonight. You might as well talk, Kid.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.”

“Admitting you love her, to yourself, is a start.”

“But do I?”

Even as he questioned it outloud, he knew it wasn’t a question. It hadn’t been a question for the longest time.

“Pete, according to Laura, you looked like you were about ready to punch his lights out when he kissed her.”

“Well he was just standing there, trying to force himself down her throat. Even I know she doesn’t like PDA like that. And, he was talking about taking her to some kind of salad bar across town when she usually goes and gets her grilled sub from the cafeteria - or I do. And then take it to her. It’s the only thing she ever likes to eat during the day.”

Clint watched as a light, reminiscent smile came across Peter’s face.

“It’s been the same thing ever since high school. Even if it goes a little cold, it’s still crispy and just as tasty. Plus, the smell doesn’t remind her of the girls' bathroom stalls. There was a leak in the summer before we started. Busted the sewer line that ran under the girls bathroom. The whole corridor would smell but she said it was worse in the bathroom.”

Clint nodded and just let Peter ramble. Though he did get a little worried that the screwdriver he was holding would fly out of his hand at some point.

Peter’s face grimaced. “I bet he listens to, like, just indie bands and says it’s the best thing in the world and that any other style of music is too…modern because it contains too many lyrics that make sense. She hates that, you know. She had a roommate in college that only ever listened to this…clapping music. Literally, just people clapping along to songs. After that, she moved into one of the sorority dorms. He was probably some douche frat guy, too. Couldn’t get a sorority “chick” then so thinks he can get one now. Not that she’s a “chick” by any means.”

“What is she, then?”

Peter took a short moment to think. “Amazing. Wonderful. Beautiful. Way out of his league. Way out of mine, too. But…”

“But you’re in love with her anyway?” Clint asked.

“Of course I am but-”

Peter, once again, faltered.

Had he really just admitted that out loud?

It felt good.

“I am. I am in love with her.”

“Then you should tell her. Pete, coming from me, I’d say don’t wait too long. And from Steve, he waited over seventy years - granted, he found Nat. But still. Don’t let her find someone else, especially when you’re already here.”

“But what if she doesn’t-”

Clint already started laughing. He almost doubled over.

“What? Why are you laughing?”

“Oh, Pete. You really are an oblivious idiot. Kid, that woman has been head over heels for you ever since we first met her. And probably for a long time before that. Trust me, if you tell her, you’ll hear the same thing back.”

Peter stood baffled for a moment before looking at his watch. You should be home by now. You never really liked going out after 6 unless it was for a period run or food.

“I’ve got to go.”

“We’ll be waiting.”

The only thing was…as Peter got to your street, he was stopped in his tracks half-way there.

You stood on the front steps with Colton. You were laughing and leaning into him and he whispered things to you and then you kissed him.

You kissed him.

If he went over there…he could ruin the happiness you had with him. He might not like Colton, but you did. And that was what mattered to him. And, even if Clint was right and you did love him back, what was to say you’d say yes to being with him? And, even if you did, what if you couldn’t be friends? Then you’d lose one another. Forever.

He couldn’t risk that.

So, for the next two months, he watched you flirt and fall for Colton all the while his heart started breaking.

And then, for about three weeks, he didn’t see you.

And it was the longest three weeks of his life.

You had gone on a business trip - and Colton joined you. And, from overhearing Laura and Clint talk, you were going to visit Colton’s family since they lived in the area.

Part of him wondered if you’d come back engaged.

You’d only been with Colton under a year but he saw how you looked at him, and how he looked at you - despite not liking either fact.

But, one late evening as he was working on a couple new designs, he’d gone to the Cafeteria to get some food - he could hear you in his head, cursing him for not having a proper meal in the day.

When he came back, it was the first time he’d actually had a jump scare.

You were in his lab.

You hadn’t even called.

Friday hadn’t even told him you were in the building.

You were still you. Not that he expected much to change.

Your hair half down though the top was thrown into a haphazard messy bun. Your contacts must have dried out in the day since you were wearing your glasses.

You used to wear them all the time in middle school and high school but they got annoying after a while since they’d slip down your face and get dirty - despite having wiped them thirty seconds ago. Since you wanted to be an engineer and your hands were always full, you changed to contacts.

It was much easier to focus on the task at hand than the task and the potential of your glasses slipping from your face and landing either in a tank of oil or being crushed under heavy machinery.

You were wearing a pair of simple jeans that already had oil stains.

So, you’d been at work today.

And you were wearing his t-shirt.

His t-shirt.

Not Colton’s (unless he owned the same one, though he highly doubted it.).

His.

“You’re back!”

“I’m back!” you smiled.

Silence.

Peter was still stunned at the t-shirt.

He’d seen you in his t-shirt, maybe once in college, when the washing machine had broken and you had to hand-wash your clothes in his sink since your sink was broken.

“It’s nice to see you,” you tried to imitate his voice. “It’s nice to see you, too Peter. Yes, I did have a good time on my trip. I’m so glad you’ve come to see me.”

“Sorry,” Peter laughed a little. “It is good to see you.”

Peter came over and hugged you tightly before stepping back awkwardly and, if you didn’t know any better, you would have guessed he wanted distance between you both.

“How was your trip?”

“Good. I, uh, I secured the deal with the manufacturer. Everything goes to mass production next month.”

“It does? That’s amazing.”

“I know.”

Short silence and then, Peter asked a question he needed to despite not wanting to.

“Why are you not with Colton? Shouldn’t you be out celebrating?”

“Maybe.” you agreed. “But, uh, we- actually, I. I, uh, well…I broke up with him.”

Peter tried to calm himself.

“You did?”

“I did.”

“Why?”

“He was a great guy and all and I cared for him and his family were amazing but, uh, he…he just wasn’t…”

You - that was what you wanted to say. He wasn’t Peter.

“He just wasn’t the right fit. He…he wanted too much too soon and, I don’t know, I guess…I wasn’t ready.”

A pang of guilt played in your stomach.

You were ready. You were ready for all what Colton offered you; love, a family, a promise of the future. But you weren't ready to have it with him.

Despite all the shutting down of emotions, you still wanted it to be Peter.

“Oh, well…that’s good, I guess.”

“Yeah. So, I guess…that was it.”

“Oh, okay.”

Neither of you really knew what to do. Peter’s mind was screaming at him to tell you the truth. And your’s was banging on the wide open door in your heart trying to get your attention.

But neither of you moved.

Until Peter did.

“I-I, uh, I left something in the other- lab. I should probably finish-”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, of course. I should probably head back home anyway.”

Peter began to exit the room but half-way out of the door, he stopped though you were too busy trying to keep your focus on the side desk in front of you to spot it.

“I’m done wasting time.”

Peter didn’t fully know what made him do what he did next, but no matter the outcome, he would never regret it in his life. Or, maybe he would, but in the long term, he might not.

Turning back, he hurried towards you and for a moment, you looked back up and he caught your gaze.

If you were going to kill him afterwards, he wanted his death to be worthwhile.

He kissed you.

Cupping your cheeks in his hand, he kissed you - deeply and passionately. Though he didn’t force it.

It was just as he dreamed and better.

Your head was spinning.

All the feelings you had ever felt for Peter all rose to the surface and once your brain registered the kiss was real, you kissed him back just as much.

Your hands that had been gripping the side of the desk to support yourself came to his wrists and then to his chest where you gripped him by the collar, pulling him closer.

His own hands raked through your hair, holding the back of your head to be closer to you and eventually, when you both had to break apart due to the lack of air, his head remained against yours.

Both of you were out of breath and holding one another as close as possible.

“Sorry, I just-”

“Don’t apologise.”

You pushed yourself to stand a little straighter, keeping him close to you before you opened your eyes to look at him.

“Don’t apologise. I was just a little…” you couldn’t find the words.

“Shocked?”

You laughed a little. “Yeah, let’s go with that.”

“I don’t want to scare you,” Peter told you. “But I need to tell you something and if you never want to speak to me again then so be it but if I don’t tell you soon I think I might combust.”

“I’m in love with you.”

You beat him to it.

“Sorry. I just…I am. That probably terrifies you. I’m sorry.”

“No, no. Don’t-” Peter let out a small laugh. “Don’t be sorry. Because I was going to say the same thing.”

“You were?”

Peter nodded and hummed. “I was. But you beat me to it.”

“I did, didn’t I?”

“I’m in love with you, too.” Peter told you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I know I should have but I just thought-”

“I wouldn’t like you back?”

Peter nodded.

“What a pair we make, eh?” you laughed.

“I know you said you didn’t want to move too fast but-”

“Peter, I only said that because…because I wasn’t ready for him.”

“What?”

“I broke it off because he wasn’t you. Colton was great and all but, that thing that didn’t fit? It was because he wasn’t you.”

“Then will you go on a date with me?”

You smiled. “I’d love to.”

“Great. I can’t wait.”

“Neither can I.”

Without a moment to spare, Peter kissed you again and you kissed him back and it was as if your first kiss hadn’t ever stopped. You turned a little as Peter held you closer and you felt yourself leaning against the desk. Before you knew it, you were sitting on the desktop, pulling Peter as close to you as physics would allow it.

The next day, you both went on your first date as a couple. A week later, you were official and Nat made it everyone’s business that yourself and Peter had finally become a couple.

The morning after your first night together had been special. Despite Peter having to get up earlier than either of you wanted him to, for work, you stood in the kitchen ready to wash the dishes from the night before he left through the front door.

Less than ten seconds later, he came back in through the door.

“Did you forget somethin-”

He cut you off with a kiss.

“That,” he smiled. “I forgot that.”

“I’m glad you did.”

“See you at lunch?” Peter asked, still holding you.

“See you at lunch.” you confirmed before he kissed you again, and again, and again.

“Okay, I’ll see you later. Love you.”

“Love you, too. Be careful.”

Six months later, you both moved in together before finalising the house you both wished to buy.

Two years later, you and Peter had made a home for yourselves, together and were planning a winter wedding.

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I finished binging Miss Fisher again:

"So why did you fall out with Howard, anyway?" Steve asked, slouching down in his seat as the car inched up the driveway. He hadn't asked before, and as he'd watched Peggy's hands tighten on the steering wheel as they passed through the gates to the Stark mansion, it finally occurred to him to wonder why he wasn't still involved with SHIELD after being one of the founders of SSR.

Peggy worked her jaw delicately. "We had a disagreement about values," she finally said.

"I can't imagine why," Steve muttered, and relaxed a little when the corner of Peggy's mouth curled up.

"Well, he'll surely enjoy me coming to him for help," Peggy added with a sigh, pulling to a stop. She took a moment to take a deep, fortifying breath, then let it back out slowly, giving Steve a glance out of the side of her eye. "And that I'm bringing you."

"I can thank him for looking for me so long," Steve agreed, and turned to unfold himself out of the car as Peggy did the same. Even though she was in her sixties, she was still sprier than he was; cars had gotten smaller while he was in the ice, somehow.

The door opened before they could knock or ring the bell, and Peggy brightened a little, greeting, "Mr. Jarvis."

"Ms. Carter," Mr. Jarvis answered, voice clipped, and her smile faltered as quickly as it had arrived. He bowed slightly, motioning toward the sitting room on the left. "Mr. Stark will be down to see you presently."

Steve took it as the dismissal it was, wondering at Peggy's reaction. There was so much about her that he didn't know. So much about the world he didn't know. His years in the ocean had done him no favors. He stared at a painting of peaches and tried not to think about how much he'd lost. Then his ears caught the sound of footsteps on the stairs, and he turned, clasping his hands behind his back as he instinctively fell into parade rest.

The man coming down the stairs was not Howard, Steve realized, even though he looked a lot like him. Anthony, he remembered the file saying. Howard's son. Steve hadn't believed Howard would ever settle down, but here was proof, walking casually down the stairs as if they had all the time in the world. To their surprise, he used the post at the bottom of the stairs to swivel directly to face the sitting room they'd been directed toward, walking over like he was meant to be there.

"Tony," Peggy said, and she was unable to keep the surprise out of her voice.

"Aunt Peggy," Tony answered, voice measured. He crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow. "Or should I be calling you that?"

Peggy sucked in a sharp breath and closed her eyes, looking vaguely annoyed, then opened them again. "Tony, I'm here to see your father."

"I'm the only Mr. Stark here," Tony told her flatly, scowling. "You'd know that if you ever called. Mom said she wanted to take a trip around the world while they still had their health, and they left three months ago. You'd know that if you read the society papers." He waved his hand dismissively. "And just so you know? I'm not really inclined to help. You didn't make it to a single one of my dissertations even though I invited you. You stopped coming to my birthday parties. You didn't even come to my coming out party," he added, and that last part was where Steve finally heard perhaps the first real emotion Tony had shown since he appeared on the stairs--hurt.

Omega, Steve remembered suddenly, at the mention of a coming out party. Tony didn't carry himself like the typical omega, he thought, tilting his head a little. But then, high society always carried themselves a little differently, he remembered. Howard had never carried himself like any of the alphas Steve had grown up with. It stood to reason that Tony would be much the same.

"Tony," Peggy began gently. "I'm sorry that my falling out with Howard affected you, too. I should have tried harder to stay in touch. But you were a child when that happened."

"And I was just as much of a pain in the ass then," Tony scoffed, rolling his eyes. "If they made a fuss about me talking to you, I would have just screamed the house down. I was good at it," he added with a huff.

Steve figured with the way Peggy winced, he was telling the truth.

"Whatever. I don't want to hash this out. What does SHIELD need from my dad? I'll pass the message on when they call next week," Tony continued before she could say anything else. "Maybe. If I feel like it."

Peggy looked like she was considering pressing him, but whatever she saw in his face, it made her back down. "It's about your mother's gala, Tony."

At that, Tony's gaze sharpened, shoulders straightening as his posture changed from dismissive to alert. "I'm in charge of the the foundation while Mom's on vacation," he said, sharp-edged and stern. "What would Dad have to do with that?"

"Hydra is trying to reestablish a foothold in New York," Steve finally answered, taking a step forward. "They intend to slither in through charities, because they believe it's easier to launder money that way. We believe several members will be trying to infiltrate the Maria Stark Foundation, and the gala will be where they make their move."

Tony swiveled to him, eyes calculating. "And who the fuck is this?"

Peggy glanced at him sharply, silencing Steve from answering. "This is the lead agent on the case, Agent Roger Stevens."

Tony pursed his lips, and the look he gave Steve wasn't entirely disgust, but it wasn't... not entirely disgust, either. Steve found himself sweating a little, and he couldn't quite figure out why.

"I suppose if I tell you that I'll take care of it, you'll poke your nose in anyway. Omega can't handle it," Tony said, lifting his chin at him aggressively.

Oh, Steve thought, wondering if this was how Bucky felt when Steve had raised his chin at him and asked, 'You wanna fight, too?' Tony thought that Steve believed he was incapable. "I'm sure you can handle it," he answered carefully when Peggy simply raised an eyebrow at him. He cleared his throat when Tony rocked back on his heels, clearly skeptical. "I just wonder. How you're going to arrest anyone. You need... authority from a governing body to do that."

Tony stared at him, unimpressed. Steve let the moment hang there, waiting. Adding anything else would be too risky, too likely to offend him. Steve had, unfortunately, not gotten any better at interacting with omegas. The only tried and true way to stay on their good sides, he'd found, was to shut the fuck up.

"So citizen's arrest doesn't count?" Tony finally asked.

"You have to hand the person you arrested over to a judge or police officer. I can detain them at SHIELD," Steve answered, and he thought he sounded pretty reasonable.

Tony scoffed. "Why? What can you do that the police can't?"

"Waterboard them, obviously," Steve deadpanned, then winced when Peggy's elbow rammed into his kidney.

"We do not waterboard our prisoners. We are not the CIA," Peggy told Tony sternly.

Tony's mouth dropped open into a surprised little 'o.' Then he threw his head back and laughed, loud, and Steve saw Peggy's shoulders relax, just a little. Maybe this would work out, Steve thought, allowing himself a small smile.

#ideas #stony #omegaverse

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huffelpuff210 · 29 days

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Fighter part 9 SoftDark Alpha Tony Stark x SoftDark Alpha Steve Rogers x Soft Dark Alpha Bucky Barnes x Omega Reader

Warning: Soft Dark Themes, Manipulation, controlling behavior, swearing, sexual nature, forced relationship.

You are currently sat on the couch of your new home, You are in a large penthouse, In a building filled with Alpha’s and Beta’s Your Alpha’s explained that now that you are marked and pregnant they need to keep you safe and take you to your real home, The place smelled just of them, It made you anxious there was no trace of your smell at all which is why Tony and Bucky decided to bring some of your things back,

It was just you and Steve at the moment you were huddled into him with a blanket over your folded legs as you sipped on some hot tea, You were freezing and couldn’t get warm, Bruce the Beta you met a few days ago informed you and your Alpha’s that since you were carrying twins, and this was your first pregnancy things were going to be heightened, you were going to be overemotional, nauseated vomiting, that is all normal, but depending on which Alpha the Twins are from things might be more difficult and if there is any signs of pain to see him immediately.

You were shivering under the blanket.

“Cold?” Steve asked as he had his arm around you rubbing up and down your arm,

You nodded

“I can’t seem to get warm.” You say

He chuckled standing up,

“I think Tony has a heated blanket around here somewhere.” He says

You nodded still staying on the couch, when a sudden wave of nausea hit you, placing your mug on the end table peeling off the blanket you make a sprint for the bathroom, emptying your stomach contents in the toilet, you didn’t eat that much this morning due to being nauseous but now throwing up everything plus all the liquids was terrible,

You groan having your arms folded on the toilet as you rested your forehead on your arms, you felt if you moved you would puke again,

“Doll?” You hear Bucky’s voice they must’ve gotten back already

You just groan, not fully answering due to the episode, You slightly wished you would’ve stayed hidden from Alpha humanity but your Omega brain tells you other wise as you lean into Bucky’s touch,

“Lets get you out of here okay?” He says rubbing your back,

You shake your head no, still feeling sick,

“I still feel sick..” You mumble

“Okay we can stay of a bit,” He says kneeling next to you still rubbing your back, trying to sooth you

You were finally feeling better, you slowly stood up Bucky helped you as he guided you to the bedroom, making you rest, You lay your head against his chest as you slowly fall asleep,

Your three alphas were growing concerned at how much you were sleeping and not being able to keep anything down.

“Maybe we should call Bruce?” Steve says

“He did say she was gonna get hit double time because of having twins.” Tony says

Bucky hums as he rubs your back as you are fast asleep,

Before you know it a month has gone by and you are already showing due to twins, And the three Alpha’s were over the moon because of the belly

No one knew who’s the baby’s was. Due to having three Alpha’s and Mates but they didn’t care.

You were currently in the kitchen while all your Alpha’s were in a meeting. They said they would be back before you knew it. But you were in kitchen making a Peanut butter frosted cake chocolate cake,

Sure you were not one for sweets but now you were and you wanted to make something for your Alpha’s sure there was a small voice in the back of your mind telling you to run that you needed to fight, You had to fight back, But You knew the mating bonds and your Omega mind wouldn’t listen to the small voice

You lick your fingers as you finish the icing on the cake washing all the dishes

suddenly you have a flashback

“You’re useless! Omega’s are nothing but tools for us Alpha’s!” Your father’s voice echoed in your mind

You grip the side of the counter feeling your anxiety build up,

“Why did my last child have to be a Omega such a disappointment!” Your fathers voice echoed,

You slow your breathing feeling your eyes glow, when the door slams open

You see all three Alpha’s rushing in the door way,

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked walking towards you briskly

“Nothing.” You say

“I made a cake.” You smile at them hiding your anxiety forgetting they can feel your emotions, because of the mating bond.

“Ooh cake.” Tony says

“Tony.” Bucky growled

They all look at you concerned

“Sweetheart you eyes are glowing.” Bucky says

You look away quickly trying to calm your nerves, and suddenly you were brought into a hug,

“Deep breaths.” You hear Bucky, You do as he says, It’s been a long time that you had an anxiety attack thinking of the past, so you were having a hard time calming down.

“Shhh.” You felt Bucky’s fingers run through your hair and you finally did calm down but you didn’t exactly know how to explain this

#dark avengers #dark alpha bucky barnes #dark alpha steve rogers x omega reader #mcu smut #omega reader #alpha omega #dark alpha tony stark #avengers fic #dark marvel #bucky barnes fic #tony stark fic #steve rogers fic

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eviesaurusrex · 2 years

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GIFs by the awesome @cumberbatchlives

Stephen Strange x Stark!Witch!Reader

summary: Stephen and YN—world famous Avengers (but kinda retired)—are picking up their kids from school. That’s it. That’s the summary.

word count: 1.9k

warnings: nothing, pure fluff, a bit of married bickering

author's note: These GIFs have me in a chokehold ever since seeing them for the first time. For timeline’s sake, there wasn’t a blip and no, I didn’t forget about it while writing and was too lazy to rewrite it leave me alone o.o

"Yes, Tony, we're coming. I told Pepper two weeks ago when I got her invitation," YN spoke while holding the newest (futuristic) Stark phone in hand and left the subway station. The odd stares from every single person around her were something she had become accustomed to years ago, but more like a decade. The earplugs canceled their hushed, but not hushed at all, whispers at least. "I wanted to make sure you didn't forget it—or that douchebag talked you out of it." Eye rolling, YN typed a quick text as she listened to her brother. Even after ten years of dating and six of them married, Tony still had to annoy the hell out of Stephen. "I want to see my nephews and my niece, and Morgan would love some company that can keep up with her mentally." She knew what he meant. Morgan was exceptionally bright—it was in their blood, after all—and her own children had gotten the full dose of Stark and Strange intelligence. The quartet was as close as friends could get.

She sighed softly. "Did you already talk to Midtown?" But she knew the answer to that. "You know Pepper doesn't want her to feel out of place between all the older students, so we're waiting, I guess. It's probably the best anyway." Humming, YN rounded the block corner to reach her kids' school. "I suppose it is. But you can take a deep breath now because we're coming over the weekend. But please, don't annoy my husband, would you? Try to be a decent adult for at least 48 hours. Think about it as a pre-birthday present for your most loved sister." Smiling, YN waved to one of the already waiting moms as she approached the private school's gate and laughed as she heard Tony's groan. "That's an even harder task than fighting Thanos, but yes, okay. I will try, but only if he tries as well! Gotta go, evil spawn, my girls are coming home. Don"t forget to bring the good wine!" And with that, the older Stark ended the call and left YN with a soft shake of her head.

The earplugs disappeared in her bag just as the tunes of today's end echoed over the courtyard and the first students came rushing out of the building. YN pushed her sunglasses up to place them on her head, and her smile morphed into a grin as the mop of dark curls of her youngest appeared between all the other kids. As soon as she saw her mom, the girl grinned as bright as the sun above them and hurried over the court to get to her. "MOM!" Laughing, YN caught her with open arms and pressed the five-year-old tightly against her. "Hello, sunshine," she greeted the small girl, bent down, and peppered kisses all over her head. It had been Stephen who had picked the kids up in the last couple of days because even though the couple was retired from their lives as world's mightiest heroes, sometimes the world still needed them. "Did you fight the bad people?" Ophelia was always eager to know everything about her mom's superhero duties, and YN always obliged every order to tell every single story.

They never needed books full of bedtime stories.

Pushing the soft curls behind her small ears, YN grinned. "Sure thing, munchkin. Just as easy as eating that ice cream I bought this morning and which is waiting for a special girl and her very special rainbow spoon." Ophelia started to clap while jumping on the spot. "Can I have some instead of lunch? Please, Mommy!" This kid knew what she had to do in order to soften her mother's heart, and YN nodded without thinking. "But first, I wanna see those math homework done, deal?" She had to pretend at least as if she wasn't as soft as she certainly was for her children.

Tough superhero, my ass, she thought with a smile and raised a hand to wave to her two eldest children as they finally appeared at the front door. The seven-year-old twins—Vincent and Peter—let their eyes wander, and just as they settled on top of their mother and sister, a familiar body appeared next to her.

"Right on time, I see," Stephen grinned down on his two girls, and Ophelia screeched before jumping into her father's arms. "I thought Mom would be the only one picking us up!" One could barely understand her words because her voice climbed higher and higher at the excitement she felt in her small body. The sorcerer grinned even wider. "Well, then, my surprise most definitely worked out. Hello, sunshine." He kissed her small cheeks before setting her back on the ground and opening his arms for the twins. Only Peter jumped into them, but Vincent pressed himself against his side.

His hand softly carded through his unruly mop of hair while moving Peter softly to find the perfect position. "Didn't you say something about being away for the next week?" Vincent always was the more straightforward of the twins. Peter was just happy to have his father back sooner than he thought.

Stephen hummed while walking them both the short distance over to his wife and their mother. "That's right, but I finished a lot faster than anticipated," was all he told them before reaching his wife with the knowing look in her mesmerizing eyes. "More like you threw them insult after insult in their poor faces and just vanished through one of your portals, love," she returned and waited until Peter was put back onto the ground to hug her boys. "What do we do when we see Mom after an awful lot of time, boys?" The twins blinked up to her, crystal blue eyes shining brightly and soft grins tucked at their lips. "Hello, Mom!" They both spoke in unison, and YN laughed softly before bending down and pressing loving kisses on their heads. "Hello to you too. School was okay? No bullies treating you wrongly anymore?"

YN really hoped that her talk to the headmaster was something that helped the situation instead of making it worse.

"He isn't at the school anymore. Best birthday present ever, Mom, thank you!"

Grinning with that hint of mischievousness she had to herself, the mother nodded, satisfied. "Very well, then. You guys take your sister between you, and we can head home as soon as I greet your dad." And with that, the former Stark pulled Stephen to her and enveloped his broad shoulders into a tight embrace, and took the feeling of his lips against hers in after he had bent his head. Her fingers softly carded through his dark hair while her other thumb caressed his jawline, and a soft sigh escaped her at the feeling of his skin against hers.

Even though they had known each other for so long and had been in a relationship for a decade, she felt as thrilled as she had been during their first shared kiss. YN didn’t believe that this would change anytime soon—or ever.

“Are you alright?” Stephen asked in a husky whisper, lips still touching, while his eyes opened and scanned her face for any visible marks or scratches. YN smiled up to him, gently bumping the tip of her nose against his. She may be an Avenger, and a powerful one at that, but Stephen always worried about her—but well, she worried about him just as much. “I am,” she nodded, but her barely palpable flinch as the pad of his thumb made contact with the skin stretching over her left cheekbone gave her away. Her husband’s brows furrowed tremendously, and his eyes stared at the spot, now discovering the deception his wife had created with makeup. “I didn’t want to worry the kids,” YN whispered at the sight of realization in his eyes, and Stephen nodded. “Of course. But don’t you dare think I will let you get away with this. As soon as they are nose deep in their books, I will demand a look on it, wife.” Grinning, the woman nodded. “Of course, husband,” she replied, pressing their lips together another time before turning to their beautiful children, who occupied themselves with hopscotching over the drawn numbers.

Vincent and Peter had their eyes settled on their younger sister like hawks, ready to jump to her aid whenever she stumbled. Ophelia sang happily to the rhythm of her small jumps, curls bouncing around her pretty face.

Smiling, YN let Stephen pull her into his side, arm around her shoulders and lips pressing on the top of her head. “We really have the most incredible children,” the father mumbled, still in awe of how his life had turned after the accident. And this strong, wonderful, and compassionate woman in his arm had gifted him the most precious gift life had to offer: undying love and the happiness of fatherhood.

“Don’t let Tony hear that,” she grinned softly, eyes still trained on her two sons and daughter. But then she looked up at her loving husband, who felt her gaze and looked down at her, one brow softly cocked. “Just in case you forgot about it, but they await us this weekend.” His eyes widened suddenly, and a groan left him, head falling back. “Why? Didn’t we agree on once a year in our prenup?” She hit his chest with a flat hand. “Really funny, especially because we both know very well that we never had one of these. Remember? You told me something about marrying out of pure love and utter devotion and that contracts belong to cooperations? That you weren’t another business deal I sign?” She grinned up to him, and Stephen groaned again. “I see now the advantages of said prenup. I could’ve put the once-a-year rule in it,” the sorcerer returned with a playful nudge to her chin with his finger. “That’s why we’re going. The kids could use some nature, and Lia misses Morgan. So…” Stephen cocked a brow. “Don’t you dare and say the thing you want to say right now.”

But YN said it anyway. “You’ll behave, even if my brother tries to get on your nerves,” the woman decided, but the Strange couldn’t keep it at that. “So, he can behave like a spoiled child, insult me countless times, and I have to sit it out?”

“Yes.”

“That’s unfair.”

“It’s called being an adult and how one shows that they’re upon such childish behavior.”

The verbal slugfest was quick, and the kids turned to their arguing parents. “What’s going on? Are Mommy and Daddy fighting?” Ophelia asked wide-eyed, but the boys only changed a look before Vince answered his sister. “Mom is the boss, Lia,” he grinned, and the youngest Strange giggled.

Stephen sighed again. “You win,” he gritted, but his wife only grinned wider. “What a surprise,” she teased him because, frankly, it wasn’t. She always won—Stephen would never admit it, but he couldn’t deny his wife a single request, even if it meant enduring his annoying brother-in-law for an entire weekend. He rolled his eyes lovingly before taking YN’s hand in his, lacing their fingers together, and turning to their children.

“Are we ready?”

All three of them nodded excitedly because they knew what their father would do in just a second. Shortly, the man let go of his wife to open a sparkling portal right into the foyer of the Sanctum Sanctorum, where Uncle Wong already stood, waiting. He crouched to hug the lot after the three kids had jumped over the golden threshold of the portal while Stephen held again onto his wife’s hand and led her into their shared home.

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Uncle Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader Warnings: nothing but fluff, maybe a few cuss words Summary: You and Bucky offer to watch Tony and Pepper's daughter, Morgan while they went on a 2nd honeymoon, while you two are watching her, Bucky brings up that he wants to have a baby with you.

You and Bucky were out finding a place to get ice cream when your phone rang, you looked down and it was Tony, you sighed and answered "Listen, Stark I told you I'm not coming in unless Steve buys me new fruit snacks." There was a chuckle on the other end of the phone "That's not why I'm calling, Pepper and I planned a 2nd honeymoon, but our babysitter backed out last minute. Do you think, you and Cyborg can watch Morgan for the weekend? I'll pay you triple what I pay the babysitter." You smiled wide and looked over at Bucky who was staring at the road ahead "Of course we can watch Morgan this weekend, and Tony you don't have to pay us." There was a sigh of relief coming from what you assume was Pepper "Hey hey, don't tell him that." Bucky uttered while smiling at you, and you playfully rolled your eyes "We'll be over in 20 minutes, did Morgan eat yet?" Bucky pulled into an ice cream shop waiting for the answer "Yeah, she ate. Why?" You smirked over at Bucky "Just asking, wanted to make sure before we got food if we needed to bring her some." You both exchanged goodbyes and you and Bucky went to get your ice cream, you got Morgan some as well since she had already eaten she could get a treat of course you didn't tell Tony.

You two got your ice cream and made your way to Tony and Pepper's house "Morgan sounded excited to know that her uncle Bucky was coming over." You smiled over at him watching a smile creep up on his face "I'm excited too, although Stark got her calling me cyborg, it's cute when she says it." You both smiled and waited for Bucky to come around your side and open your door for you. You both walked up to Tony and Pepper's door, you knocked and waited for someone to answer, just then the door swung open revealing a very hyperactive little girl. "Uncle Bucky!" Morgan jumped into his arms hugging him tightly "Hi Morgan, I missed you!" You smiled and continued to walk inside finding Pepper in the living room finishing their bags "Hey, where are you guys headed?" Pepper zipped the bag and looked at you "I wanted to go to Hawaii, Tony wanted to go to Bora Bora, so we compromised and we're going to Bora Bora." She playfully rolled her eyes as Tony came up and kissed her temple "What's in the cup?" You smiled wide and turned the cup around "We brought Morgan ice cream." Tony groaned and watched his little bundle of joy run over to the ice cream. She looked up at you with puppy dog eyes “Is that for me?” She smiled sweetly at you hoping it was for her “Of course, Bubbles.” You leaned down and handed her the cup and a spoon, you stood up straight watching her run to the kitchen table, you turned to Tony “She’ll be okay, we’re gonna run it off after and she’ll be asleep at her usual time.” You smiled sweetly hoping Tony would believe that, he looked at you and then nodded “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Cyborg you’re in charge.” Bucky chuckled and nodded his head “I’ll keep them in check.” Tony sighed and quickly kissed Morgan’s forehead and grabbed their bags basically running out of the door and into their car. You turned to look at Bucky “When she’s done with her ice cream, I’m gonna give her a bath and we’re gonna help her wind down with a movie.” Bucky walked over to where Morgan was sitting and sat in front of her, pretending to take her ice cream, she giggled and moved the cup away so he wouldn't get it.

You watched them interact, wondering if it would be the same if you two had a kid together, you both are still very young and a baby would just complicate things, right? You've brought it up to Bucky before but he wasn't ready, you were a little upset but truthfully you weren't ready either. You shook those thoughts away and started to make a makeshift bed on the couch “Alright Morgan, movie time!” You earned a giggle from her while she put her toys away. “Carry me, Cyborg!” She squealed waiting for Bucky to pick her up, he chuckled and scooped her up into his arms ‘flying’ her over to where you were sitting, he plopped her down in between the two of you and you pressed play. Morgan wanted to watch ‘Frozen’ but Bucky talked her into ‘Tangled’ You smiled wide watching both Bucky and Morgan sing along to the songs. About half an hour later you noticed Morgan's breathing slowed down and she wasn't singing anymore, you looked down and saw she was sleeping "Hey, babe she's asleep do you mind-" You looked up and saw Bucky sleeping as well, you smiled to yourself and quickly took a picture, sending it to Tony and Pepper. You carefully picked Morgan up, rubbing her back softly so she wouldn't wake up. You went into her room and slowly laid her down in her bed, you tucked her in softly kissing her forehead. You smiled down at her before walking out of her room shutting her door a little but leaving it open a bit. You made your way back to the living room seeing that Bucky was awake "Hey gorgeous." He smiled and stretched his arms out for you to crawl into., which you happily did. He wrapped his arms around you, running his fingertips up and down your back "She asleep?" You nodded against his chest, leaning up to kiss his cheek "You two looked adorable." You pulled out your phone showing him the picture you took of the two of them, he smiled wide looking intently at the picture "You know, maybe we should have a baby." You sat straight up looking at him "What?" He followed your movements with his eyes, his smile not falling "I'm serious, let's have a baby." You smiled even wider and pressed your lips to his, Bucky was finally on board with having a baby and you couldn't be happier you pulled back resting your forehead on his "Let's have a baby."

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#avengers #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x you #bucky fanfic

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robertdowneyjjr · 5 months

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cackling at the thought of steve doing everything he can to not only get into tony’s good graces, but also maria’s. all while howard is just amusedly watching in the background.

so part 4 of the soulmates au @stark-and-shield @polizwrites @soliloquent-stark

(parts: one, two, three)

the next morning, steve quietly eats a late breakfast in the kitchen nook of the stark mansion while howard sits across from him reading the news on his tablet. sometimes steve wishes he could be a normal person again instead of jacked up on this super serum, because with the amount he’d been drinking the night before he’d be hungover as hell and that would be the only thing he could focus on. as it is though, he’s as sober as it gets and all he feels is embarrassment for being so dramatic and whiny the entire night he was out with howard.

he tries to ignore it all and focuses on stuffing his face with the massive omelette that jarvis had made for him. then he regrets it immediately when maria swans into the kitchen looking all elegant and beautiful while steve’s cheeks are puffed up from all the food he’s shoved in his mouth.

“good morning darling,” she greets her husband with a kiss on the cheek.

the joy evident in howard’s expression at this simple gesture once again reminds steve of his bad luck with his soulmate and he wonders for the millionth time if he’ll ever see the other man again. he’s trying really hard not to be jealous, but it’s hard when he feels so damn lonely all the time.

“steve, did you sleep well?” maria asks as she pours herself a cup of coffee.

steve hurriedly swallows his mouthful of egg and wipes his mouth before answering. for some reason maria always makes him feel like a chastised schoolboy even though she has never been anything but friendly to him.

“good, thanks maria. how was your night?”

“oh just wonderful,” maria gushes. “tony and i had a lovely time at the opera. howard, dear, tony told me the most fabulous news. he’s met his soulmate!”

howard grins. “that’s great! i’m happy for him. he’d been waiting for a long time,” he says.

again, steve can’t help but feel bitter about his own life. he forces a smile and softly responds, “good for him,” and hopes it doesn’t sound as condescending as those words could sometimes be.

“yes, well, he can tell you more about it some other time,” maria tells howard. “tony and i are going for brunch with ana in a bit. he should be coming downstairs soon.”

a few minutes later, steve’s ears perk up at the sound of unfamiliar footsteps approaching the kitchen. he’s never met howard’s son before despite having come out of the ice for two years already now. he knows howard and tony had a strained relationship that has steadily on the mend, and steve is looking forward to finally getting to know him.

“morning, mama. morning, dad,” says a voice that steve swears he’s heard somewhere before.

a man with dark hair and darker eyes turns the corner into the kitchen and steve’s jaw drops.

“you!” he exclaims.

tony stares at steve for a few beats. “you,” he says flatly.

“i’ve been looking for you.”

“right. well now you’ve seen me. mama, shall we go?” with that, he turns around and leaves the kitchen just as quickly as he’d entered it. maria follows him, but not without a knowing smirk directed at steve.

“what was that all about?” howard asks.

“it’s. it’s him, howard. your son is my soulmate.”

“you mean tony is the one you so casually yelled at in the middle of a busy street in new york city? the one who now has what is undoubtedly an awful reminder of how you met? tony. my son. he’s the one you’ve been looking for all this time?”

“yes! it’s him!”

steve smiles broadly and hope blossoms in his chest. his luck might just be turning around. howard will help him. he just knows it.

but howard just laughs loudly, guffaws shaking his entire body as he shakes his head.

“well, good luck, pal. you’re gonna need it.”

———

howard does the opposite of helping steve.

steve shows up to the mansion more often now despite knowing tony doesn’t actually live there. his hope is that at some point he’ll run into his soulmate again. tony’s close with his mom. he has to visit somewhat often, right?

“maria says we’re going to have to file a restraining order if you keep showing up like this,” howard says one day. “tony agrees with her.”

“howard, please! i just want some time with tony! why won’t he even give me a chance?” steve cries. this amount of whining coming from a grown ass man like him is unbecoming, he knows. but he doesn’t really care anymore.

“don’t worry steve i won’t actually file a restraining order against you. but if you’re going to keep coming over then at least bring some beer or a pizza with you, will ya? it’s the polite thing to do.”

he sends flowers to tony’s office everyday, and with them a note telling him he’ll be at the coffee shop where they first met, waiting at the corner table. tony never shows up.

“does he really hate me that much? did i really ruin it all right from the start?” steve asks.

“you know what, the hating you part is probably my fault. sorry buddy,” howard tells him, clapping him on the back.

“howard, what did you do?? if it’s your fault then you have to help me!”

“hmm, no. maria says she’s having fun watching you grovel and as my soulmate and love of my life, she’s the one person i’m supporting in this entire situation.”

“what the hell, howard!”

“if and when she decides you’ve done enough to atone for your sins then i’ll be here for you.”

“you’re a terrible friend. i’m going back into the ice.”

#tony DOES enjoy the flowers and he’s softening bit by bit okay #and tbh it’s pepper and maria who are telling him to hold out a bit more before caving #they want him to know his worth!!#stonyclunks soulmates au #stevetony #stony #kay writes things

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mymelodymia · 6 months

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Girls pt 2 Dad!tony stark x lesbian!daughter!reader

Summary: "meeting" the parents

Warnings:

A/N: I love this series <3

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After coming out to your dad, you immediately called cam. You were crying with joy and excitement, "cam! I did it! I did it! Aaaaaaahaha" you squealed the moment she answered.

"What did he say!?" You heard your lovely girlfriend scream from the other end of the phone. "He got all sassy at first but THEEENNNN, he said 'well when am i gonna meet her?' Gaaaaaahahahahah!"

"Did you tell him it was me?" She asked, knowing the answer "nope!" You both continued screaming and squealing untill you were exhausted and plopped down on your bed, you both just talked for a while.

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It was the day your parents were "meeting" your beloved camilla. Little did they know.

You walked through the front door, her hand wrapped around yours, you were quite nervous for peppers reaction even though you knew she'd be fine with it.

You walked around the corner to reveal her, tony and pep were sitting comfortably on the couch beside each other. Their strict expressions immediately turned to confusion upon seeing cam!

Though pepper was confused because you hadn't yet come out to her, and tonys confusion was from seeing your best friend since kindergarten holding hands with you, the way she gripped your hand, and you did the same clearly showed you were both nervous.

"Mom, dad, this....is my girlfriend" your breathing picked up a bit as they continued staring, before pepper spoke up. "Y-you like....girls?" She asked leaning back, "yep, i dont know how you haven't figured it out yet. I mean, i show no interest in guys you point out"

"Thats pretty fair, but cam, i want you to know that, i accept you dating my daughter, i made the decision so fast because i know you, and i know youll care and love my daughter. Buuutt, you still gotta watch it." Tony said standing up, you let out a sigh of relief.

"Pep? What about you" she had stayed quiet so long you didn't think she'd like the idea of you having a girlfriend. But she stood up, and took cams hands in hers.

"I also accept you to be with her, youre a very sweet and wonderful girl, and youre welcome here anytime" you both grinned from ear to ear after she said that.

And what was supposed to be a stressful evening, sitting down with your parents. Was actually pretty fun, tony took his girls (and her girl) to get pizza and ice cream, and you all even caught a movie too. You had an amazing time.

But of course, it was time for cam to go home, you walked her out, hugging her just before she got through the door. You kissed her gently.

You heard tony yell "hey!" Pointing a finger at the two of you. You both giggled at this, and you kissed her again anyway. Once she left you went to bed, you were so happy with how today turned out.

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brunchable · 2 years

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A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be — Part 2 || Doctor Strange × F!Reader

Word count: 4.4K

Genre: Revenge/PayBack, Rejection, Swearing.

Special mentions: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner

A/N: There will be a Part 3. Listen, in this universe everyone is alive and well okay?!

You've been drinking away the pain that Stephen has given you late at night for the past few days as a way to pass the time during your free time. You haven't seen or heard from him in a long time, and you are positive that he has already changed his phone number as a direct result of the drunk texts you sent him when you were drinking. You have absolutely no way of communicating with him at this point.

“You know, I was actually the stupid one. I made myself blind to the fact that he can’t even choke on the word ‘I love you’,” You laughed at yourself, “What does Christine have that I don’t? Is he attracted to women with a large mole on their cheek? Should I get one tattooed?”

Legs crossed, martini in hand, a man has been watching you end up being left alone or avoided by people who initially wanted to talk to you. He pans from your feet up to your head. You wore white sneakers, patterned ankle socks, plain black dress that sits too loose around your waist. You had half-lidded eyes due to your drunken state and rumpled hair tied up in a messy bun. Tony shakes his head. Jesus Christ. He thought. He says something to the woman who currently sits at the table with him. She then nods, gets up and walks away.

As the Bartender pours you a second shot. You're now showing pictures from your phone to the Bartender who showed no interest, "This is my Aunt. Her two favourite things are Cats the movie and my ex. I hate both of her two favourite things."

A sharp whistle interrupts your one-sided drunk conversation with the bartender. You averted your gaze from your phone and your eyes landed at Tony who was looking at you. He motions for you to come over. It felt like every move Tony makes is practised to be perfectly cool.

You turn your head left and right before pointing at yourself, "Me?"

Tony nods and mouthed, "Yeah, you."

You shrug, taking your drink with you as you stand, and wobbles over towards Tony's table.

"Tony Stark." He offered his hand out for you to shake.

"(Y/N)—"

"I'd like to buy you a drink, (Y/N)."

"I already have a drink." You casually showed him your ice melted strawberry daiquiri.

"Let me buy you a drink, (Y/N)." He insisted.

"Okay."

Tony simply motions to the Bartender who nods. You take the seat opposite from Tony and felt compelled to tell him your sad break-up story with Stephen,"My boyfriend dumped me because he's still loves his ex Christin—"

"Christine Palmer, yes, (Y/N), I know. But how do I know that?" Tony cuts you off and tilts his head.

"What—I don't know?" You bat your lashes and shrug quite dumbly at his question.

"You've never met me before—how do I know something so intimate about you? Wanna know how I know that (Y/N)?" Tony asked, flashing you a wry smile before taking a sip of his whiskey.

"Uhhh Christine Palmer has screwed you too?" You snorted into a laugh but stopped immediately when the man didn’t laugh with you.

"No, it's because that's all I've heard—that's what we've all heard. For the last three nights, I've watched you batter every poor soul in this bar with your sad-sack loser sob story that no one asked for."

You take this in, pulling a fake smile and feeling offended you stand up to leave, "You know what, I don't need this crap—"

"Sit down, (Y/N)."

"Okay." You murmured and you sat back down immediately. Either Tony's tone was that powerful or you're just that drunk.

"(Y/N), I'm going to make you an offer, it's probably the best offer you're ever going to get, and you're extremely drunk, so it's wildly important that you don't answer until I've finished and you've taken a few moments to process what I'm saying. Do you understand?"

You go to answer but Tony holds up a finger to shut you up. You close your mouth and stop yourself from protesting. Once you're settled, Tony continues,"As I said, I've been watching you for three nights now and I can say, without hesitation, that you are the sorriest woman I've ever seen in my life—"

You took a deep breath to say something but Tony quickly cut you off once again before anything even came out of your mouth.

"Don't interrupt, (Y/N), it's the truth, and you need to hear it. You're sitting there with your messy bed hair, getting drunk on watered down strawberry daiquiri like a fourteen-year-old girl and probably wearing your grandma's cardigan—I don't know if I want to help you or euthanize you. We should burn that before it hurts anybody else." He stared pointedly at your cardigan.

"I bought these from Target, thank you very much."

Tony scrunches his face, "I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that—Look. I'm going to help you. I don't know why. Maybe I'm just bored. Maybe all my friends have abandoned me for wives and children and labradoodle puppies, who cares why? Why doesn't matter. The point is, I can see that you got a pretty face under those unkempt brows, and awfully thick long hair. I'm bored as hell and need a project. So if you want, I'm going to help you rediscover your foxiness. Do you remember when you lost it?"

You shake your head "No. I don’t even think I had any. . ."

“Doesn't matter, we'll find it. And when we do—when I'm through with you, that ex-boyfriend of yours is going to rue the day he decided to give up on you too early. That's my offer. What do you say?” Tony leans forward and anticipates your answer.

You stare at him blankly in a long beat of silence. You found the reflection of yourself in a black glass over his shoulder and found a girl who has lost herself over a man who didn’t even treasure her. You go for a drink, almost using the straw... then catch yourself so you put down the drink and look up at Tony with a slight determination in your eyes, “Yeah, okay.”

"Westford mall food court, Thursday, six o'clock PM."

"I'm sorry, what?" You asked but Tony didn't repeat himself.

Instead downs his drink, nods at the woman whom he was with before, "You ready to go?"

She nods, subservient, and follows him out of the bar. You shook your head, and just in time, the drink Tony ordered for you arrived. You stare between the watered down, bland drink you had and the golden liquid in a short glass and you chose the whiskey.

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The next day

You anxiously stood on the escalator, “What the hell am I thinking?” You thought out loud as you made your way towards the food court where you’re supposed to meet Tony. You almost forgot that you had plans with him, so you left in a rush and ended up wearing a plain white shirt and jeans with floral patterned crocs.

Meanwhile, you see Tony, standing against the railing in the food court, holding an empty box of doughnuts, the last piece in his hand—looking cool as ever.

"You're late," he pauses and offers you a doughnut, "Krispy Kreme?"

"No thanks. So what exactly are we—"

After finishing his bite of the doughnut he interrupts you again, "How much money can you afford to spend on clothes today?"

"I dunno. Four hundred?"

"Let's make that four thousand."

"Oh-kay." You press your lips together with a grimace, collecting all the patience you've got.

"We'll start with shoes." Tony paused to look down at what you were wearing and looked visibly offended, "W-What in the abomination are those?"

You look down at your footwear, "They're crocs. I left in a hurry, okay?"

"Well no wonder why you're late—Let me see those crocs you're wearing."

You hold up your foot so he could see it better.

"Take them off." Tony demands and you scowl at him but you did what you’re told anyway. You bend down to take one off, "Other one too, please?" Tony holds out his hands, after you've taken both crocs off. You shrug with a sigh and hand Tony the pair then he simply turns and throws them over the railing.

"What the hell, Tony?!" You screamed and looked over the railing to see your crocs now on the lower level.

"Sorry, that wasn't me. It was my alter ego called Captain Hook—he hates crocs." Tony sarcastically replied, he clearly didn't care if you got angry or not.

"Those were my favourite shoes!’

"Do you know why crocs have holes in them?" Tony asked in a serious manner.

Now slightly irritated at his inconsiderateness, you asked, "I don't know? Style?"

"It has holes because that's where your dignity drains out."

"Well now you're just being mean—"

"DO YOU WANT YOUR DIGNITY DRAINING OUT OF THOSE HOLES (Y/N)?"

"No! Of course not."

"Then don't ever walk around in Crocs, ever—never again. Let's go."

DESIGNER SHOE STORE

You follow Tony barefoot in a designer shoe store, cluelessly following him around like a puppy and very nervous at the amount of money he is expecting you to spend today.

Looking around, feeling out of place, you say to him,"I think this whole thing might have been a bad idea."

Tony ignores you and grabs a pair of Black Jimmy Choo Heels. You gulped as you stared at the price of it. You had a fair amount of money to spare, you just didn't like spending it unwisely like this.

"Anyone can rebuild their entire wardrobe with sixteen simple items. Try them on." Tony hands you the shoes and pushes you down by the shoulder to take a seat.

"Ha! I think I read that in a magazine." You retorted, carefully putting the heels on both your feet.

"You did, cause I've written it."

"Really?"

Tony chuckles and you chuckle back, clearly unsure what his chuckle symbolises, "You really don't know who I am, do you?"

You shake your head, "Nope!"

Tony shakes his head and returns to choosing more shoes for you, "Numbers one and two: pair of pumps, pair of stilettos."

You probably just spent a little bit more than an hour at that shop since Tony was more picky than you were, and because of this, you probably let him select the style for you because he is obviously more experienced in this department. You got up and wandered about, and while you were there, you looked at a pair of socks that had some adorable patterns on them. Tony moves closer to you and slaps the back of your hand, which causes you to release your grip on the item.

"I'm sorry, I'm lost—are you going to tell me if you really did write for a magazine?" You asked as he led you towards the cashier to pay for all the heels he's chosen for you.

"Your credit card please?" Tony ignores your question again and holds his hand out. You chew on the inside of your cheeks and roughly hand him your credit card.

As you go from shop to shop, you'll notice that each time you leave the store, your arms will be carrying a growing number of purchases. Tony never stops describing your wardrobe necessities, which results in you receiving an overwhelming amount of knowledge. What you need to do is make a note of everything that he says.

In a Designer Clothing store

You were instructed to stand on a platform while you were being fitted for a custom outfit. Tony wanted you to seem intelligent, sophisticated, and seductive rather than trashy.

"A set of Blazer and pants, preferably of five colours: one black, one grey, one beige, one brown, and one patterned. One camel coat." Tony leans in towards the tailor as they grab all your clothing.

You stand in front of the counter again then he calls out,"Card!" Tony holds his hand out and you hand it to him reluctantly this time.

Levi Strauss Store

You held jeans in front of you, eyeing them suspiciously.

"Two pairs of quality jeans." Tony said behind you.

"These are two hundred and thirty dollars each! Can't we just go to, I don't know, Target?" You suggested this while you were still looking at the jeans and in your peripheral vision; Tony pinched the bridge of his nose while shaking his head and then left you in the shop without saying a word. You immediately dash outside in an effort to intercept the man before he ascends the escalator that leads to the carpark.

"Alright, I'm sorry! Don't leave!"

Tony immediately turns back, standing right in front of you, sandwiching your head with his hand and he finally answers, "No, (Y/N). We can't just go to Target."

"Honestly though, what's wrong with Target?"

"In Hell, every store is Target, that's what's wrong with Target, (Y/N). It's the lowest common denominator. Be better than fucking Target. Say it to me." Tony stated with conviction.

"I'm better than Target."

Designer Dress Store

In a dressing room, dresses come flying over the wall at you as you struggle to get another dress over your neck, "Will you quit throwing dresses over the wall?! I haven't even worn the first one yet!"

"If you needed help, you should really say something—Hey fancy face, mind helping my lady in there?" Tony called one of the staff to go into your changing room to help you.

You jumped when the female staff barged into your dressing room. When she saw you, you might’ve heard her mumble, "oh god." And immediately helped you untangle yourself in the dress.

"Come out and show me when you're ready." Tony demanded and sat down on the rose coloured ottoman with champagne in his hand.

You come out wearing a sky blue shimmering dress and Tony grimaces, "You look like you're going Ice skating—Next!"

You narrowed your eyes on him and went back inside to change into your second dress. You came out, this time wearing a black blazer dress. Tony tilted his head nodding his head in approval, "Add that in the bag—Next."

You got changed into another stylish dress—upon seeing his unimpressed face you immediately got back inside to change without Tony needing to remind you, you go back in and change with a different outfit.

"Seriously? You chose that? You look like a frilled-neck lizard!" Tony waves his hands in the air as you walk back inside.

“Oh shut up!” You mumbled.

You lost count at how many dresses you tried on and it was beginning to feel like this was a fashion show. This time before you could even get out he shakes his head, "You chose most of these dresses—" You blamed him.

"NEXT."

In a Beauty Store

Tony leads you into the skin section and quickly tosses you a tube.,” You rub this in around your eye every night and every morning.”

After catching the tube you asked, “What does it do?”

“It gives you x-ray vision, (Y/N),” he pauses, “It tightens the skin around your eyes. The bags under your eyes look like you could pack for a weekend away.”

You stop reading the directions at the back and examine your undereyes in a mirror, “Oh my God, it does.”

In a Salon

You sit in front of a mirror while a beautiful hairdresser examines your dull, straightened hair, “What kind of hairstyle do you want?” She asked.

“I’ll answer it,” Tony held a finger up, interrupting you again—it’s probably a force of habit now, “Cut her hair just above her shoulders, perm her hair to a loose wave as well, maybe dye it a bit darker with a few highlights.” Tony suggested while envisioning you with what he thought suited you.

“Yes, sir.” She chuckles as she prepares all her equipment.

“But—” You tried to object but the hairdresser started chopping off your hair.

▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎

After Tony and the stylist made extra effort to hide your new look from you, Tony urged you to change into one of the Salon bathrooms where they covered the mirror.

Tony knocked at the door, “What are you putting on?”

“Items one, three, eleven, and fourteen!” You yelled through the door as you got changed into the clothes you’ve chosen out of the bag.

“Perfect,” He said and then stood back next to the stylist, “You smell great by the way.”

She giggles, smitten towards Tony’s charm,“Thanks.”

“What are you doing tonight?” Tony asked, glancing at the female.

“I don't know.”

“That's okay, I do.” Tony states nonchalantly. Earning another giggle from the female.

“Seriously? You just ask her out like that?” You complained through the door.

“Yes, just like that.”

“And it works?”

“Yes.” They exchanged looks and said in unison.

“Crazy.” You chuckle to yourself and prepared yourself to head out the bathroom, “Okay, I feel kind of stupid but…”

You slowly open the bathroom door and found Tony and your hairdresser waiting to get the first look of your transformation. Their eyes pan from your expensive high knee brown boots, to your red and black plaid dress with a beige turtleneck inside, matched with an oversize leather jacket and lastly your new haircut.

You were a new woman and both Tony and the hairdresser found themselves gawking at you.

“Wow.” The woman uttered.

“Yep.” Tony nodded in agreement.

“Can I fold the turtle neck a little?” You asked innocently.

“Shut up, (Y/N),” Tony paused and called one of the male customers in the salon, “Hey you! You'd fuck her, right?”

“Jesus! Stop that!” You yelled at Tony, feeling embarrassed that the stranger was now checking you out.

“Uh yeah, probably.” He shrugged.

“What?! You would?”

The man’s expression then changed into confusion. Tony shook his head at you, “You see that, (Y/N)? The simple act of opening your mouth instantly causes this nice man to lose interest in sleeping with you. Now I realise that your personality is actually your weakest link.”

You blink a couple of times, and with a pained smile you reply,” Well, that's the meanest thing anyone's ever said to me.”

“No, (Y/N). The meanest thing anyone's ever said to you is this: your ex-boyfriend dumped you because you lost sight of what really mattered: you didn’t love yourself. So of course you wouldn’t be able to keep him content—as a woman and probably as a lover.”

Your lips began to quiver, “Yeah, okay, that was meaner.”

“What’s your ex-boyfriend’s name anyway?”

“Stephen Strange.”

Tony snorted and laughed but stopped when he realised that you were serious, “Wait, you’re serious? Stephen Strange? The Wizard?”

You nodded awkwardly and circled your thumbs around each other.

“Well, shit.”

You furrowed your brows, “Why do you know him?”

“Of course I know him. For Pete’s sake, (Y/N). I’m Iron Man.”

Your eyes widened, “What the fuc—”

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Later that night, Tony invited you at the bar again for another lesson. You sit at a secluded booth where no one will be able to interrupt the both of you. You were dressed very well this time however, your stride lacked confidence which Tony was quick to point out the moment you sat with him.

“You need to put your chin up more and have an ‘I don’t give a shit about your opinion’ attitude,” He advised and he slid you a wine glass.

“I can’t change in a matter of hours Tony—What are you going to be teaching me anyway?” You asked.

“I’ve arranged an Avengers party, which is in a couple of days and guess who’s going to be there,” Tony swirls his wine glass with a cunning smirk growing on the corners of his lips.

“Stephen?”

“Mhm,” He takes a sip, “And I’m inviting you too. Now, the lesson today is ‘how not to freeze like a deer in headlights when you see your ex’— Now pretend I’m Stephen, when you walk in, what do you say to me?”

You purse your lips, trying to think hard, “Long time, no see—”

“Wrong! He’s going to think you’ve been wanting to see him. Try again.”

“Hey asshole!”

Tony palms his face, “No, he’s going to think you’re not over him.”

“Well to be honest, I am not.” You admitted.

“Do you want him to regret leaving you (Y/N)? Or will you play easy to get? He played you, he probably only got in a relationship with you because he needed a rebound—No. . . you are the rebound.”

“Okay, what do I do then?!”

“You ignore him. You pretend he doesn’t exist, don’t look at him, don’t acknowledge him—that will hurt his ego. Flirt with other men, laugh at their jokes. If he makes the first move, act uninterested but not in a bitter way,” Tony explained thoroughly, “Trust me, you’ll get him wrapped around your fingers—men want something they can’t have. Can you do that?”

“I-I think I can. . .”

“Yes you can! I’ll be there anyway, I’ll keep a close eye on you.”

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The night of Tony’s party finally arrived—he was kind enough to send you a driver for when Stephen is already in the Stark Tower. As you checked yourself out through your vanity one last time, you finally received a text from Happy. You took a deep breath and took your black purse with you.

You got people of all ages turning their heads as you walked through the lobby of your apartment towards the entrance where Happy already got the door opened for you.

“Ms. L/N,” Happy greeted you and assisted you in getting in the back of the car, “You look amazing.”

“Thank you, Happy, you look great yourself.” You smiled and returned the compliment.

Meanwhile over at Tony’s everyone of his guests have arrived, people were mingling in all areas of his home but he sat with Bruce, and Steven.

“I’m surprised you don’t have a lady-date tonight Tony,” Steven chuckled.

“Cap, do you have to say lady-date all the time? It’s just ‘date’— and for your information, I do have a date, she’ll be here.”

“Where did you pick her up this time?” Bruce asked.

“I’m afraid that’s confidential Dr. Banner,” Tony smiled teasingly, glancing towards Stephen who was just behind Banner by the bar interacting with another woman.

*London Bridge by Fergie begins to play as Y/N walks in*

“Oh here she comes,” Tony nods his head towards you, informing his friends who turned their heads in your direction.

♬Oh shit! Oh shit!♬

The elevators of Stark Tower open up revealing you in a well-fitted red dress, matched with spaghetti strapped heels, your wavy hair falling just above your shoulders, your red lipstick complimenting the tone of your skin so well. Everyone who was standing in your path moved out of the way.

You strolled with your head held high, your face alluring and enigmatic, and your hips swinging beautifully from side to side as you went. Tony couldn't help but crack a grin since he was pleased with how you developed over a short time and with how you approached your entrance tonight. Still, he wasn't the only one who seemed interested in you; Stephen seemed to be doing the same.

Tony swore he saw the wizard do a double take the moment you stepped in the room—looks like Stephen was the deer in headlights.

You are aware of Stephen, and while it seemed as if you were staring at him and heading towards him, in reality, you were gazing over Stephen's shoulder at Tony the whole time. It appeared as if Stephen was getting ready for you as you came closer, but then you walked right past him, softly brushing up against his shoulder as you went, and directly towards Tony, who without any hesitation welcomed you by planting a kiss on the back of your hand.

Stephen followed through as you walked past him, watching you flirt with Tony as he introduced you to the other avengers.

“Is he looking?” You discreetly asked Tony.

He leaned in close to your ear, “Fake a laugh while I whisper and yes he is looking—If looks could kill, I would be so dead right now.”

You followed as Tony instructed and laughed, which seemed to stir something inside Stephen, “Was that (Y/N)?” Wong approached Stephen whose jaw was clenching so hard.

“Mhm.” Stephen hummed, eyes still glued onto you.

“Wow, she’s like a different woman.” Wong glanced at Stephen, “You don’t look impressed.”

Stephen scoffed, “I don’t care—good for her—I can’t believe she’s that stupid to turn to a playboy.”

“Are you sure you don’t care?” Wong’s eyebrows creased after Stephen contradicted himself.

“Do I look like I care, Wong?” Stephen snapped, “We’re not together anymore, she can date whoever she wants for all I care—but why Stark and since when?”

“No need to get mad, Strange, I was just asking—Why don’t you drink on it hm?” Wong passed Stephen another drink and left him to be by himself. Stephen glanced at you again, catching your eye just a millisecond while you enjoy yourself in the company of Natasha and Wanda this time around. Is she really going to act as if I don’t exist? He thought to himself and turned around, tongue poking his inner cheek.

“One dry gin martini, please.” you ordered at least two seats away from Stephen. You could feel his burning gaze while you kept your head looking straight ahead.

“You’ve changed, I almost didn’t recognise you.” Stephen addressed you and you glanced at him with a soft chuckle.

“Well. . . people change and life goes on.” You smiled and shrugged, keeping your replies short and dry—it was taking everything in you to act like you don’t care.

“True, glad you’re doing well. . . but I’d be careful with Stark, he’s not the type to commit—”

You laugh and dismissively wave your hands, “Oh no—we’re not together.”

Somehow Stephen felt a surge of relief after hearing that, “You’re not?”

“No.”

“Listen. . . (Y/N)—”

“I don’t want to hear it Stephen, I’m sorry. I came here to have some fun because I haven’t had one for a while—if you want a bit of my time, you’re going to have to get in line.” You nonchalantly told him and grabbed your cocktail, “See you around.” With that you walked away from him to join the ladies group once more, leaving Stephen dumbfounded and unable to think properly after being rejected.

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beansmack2021 · 10 months

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How Could You? (Steve Rogers x Daughter!Reader)

TW: Mentions of death, technically abandonment

She'd been gone for five years. For whatever reason, she'd ended up in the middle of a field with hundreds of other people just like her. Enhanced, intelligent people. Heroes.

Y/N felt her soul tear itself apart when she'd found Clint Barton. Her eyes asked a question she couldn't find the words to. The sad shake of his head was answer enough, and they locked eyes for a moment longer before returning to their own personal missions. There was no time for hugs, no time for tears. He needed to kill the disgusting alien he was fighting off, and she needed to find her dad.

She ran faster than the average person, half of her DNA being superhuman, but still felt as though she were moving in slow motion. Bodies dropped around her, injured friends and dead foe alike. She only prayed that the next to fall wouldn't be her father's.

"Dad!" she yelled, though she knew her efforts would be fruitless. Nobody could truly hear her over the sounds of weapons and warcries. Before she could open her mouth to yell a second time, she saw her father standing behind Thanos, who seemed suddenly afraid for someone who was supposedly winning.

The enemy around her started to fade to dust, and as Thanos disappeared, she barreled into her father. He stumbled, planted himself again and wrapped Y/N in a tight hug, even with the cracked shield still on his arm. She wished she could freeze time. She wished she didn't hear the scream; Peter's scream.

She turned and felt her heart breaking all over again. Peter was pulled back from Tony and Pepper knelt beside him, whispering her goodbyes. He sighed out his last breath. Her father, who didn't see always see eye-to-eye with Stark, was the first to kneel, her right after him.

The world seemed to sink to its knees before the fallen hero, and Y/N felt selfish that she'd been so happy to see her own hero just moments before.

It was supposed to be quick. Her dad would just be returning the stones and then coming back to her. He'd put them back exactly where they'd been taken from and then he'd appear right where he'd left from.

She waited on the bench for all of five minutes, though it'd felt like hours. She didn't expect the man beside her to be so... old.

"Dad?" she hesitated. He looked like her dad, but he was too old to be Steve Rogers. Apparently she was wrong, as the man smiled and simply said "Hey, there's my peanut."

Y/N shook her head. "I don't understand. Why do you look like that? Did something go wrong?"

"Nothing went wrong, baby. Everything went perfectly, actually. I finally got around to that dance I'd promised someone." She didn't even have to ask who he'd meant. She knew exactly who'd been waiting so long for a waltz with Captain America. She felt like broken glass, her sharp edges laced with poison as she spat out "What about what you'd promised me?"

He'd promised to come back to her. To live happily for the rest of their lives. To be there for every event. The man before her looked like he had mere months left to live.

"Y/N/N, you have to understand-"

She didn't let him finish. She stood and stormed back up to the house, ignoring his calls. She dodged every concerned look, and the only person who tried to stop her was Bucky Barnes. She just glared, mouth quivering slightly, and said "He's outside" before sidestepping him and stomping up the stairs.

She'd had a long conversation with Stephen Strange about the timeline and how it went unaffected by her father's actions. Apparently, the man Peggy married in their timeline had always been Steve, her two sons both of theirs. Steve was always meant to return to the time he'd lived in before he'd gone into the ice. She hadn't been removed from existence because she was born post-freezing, pre-time travel.

She supposed she was at least thankful she was still alive, but she was angry with Steve. She was working on finding it in herself to forgive him for leaving her. She'd only started to make some progress before Bucky busted into her room, telling her she needed to come quickly.

Steve was laying down, clutching a blanket and Sam's hand. He coughed a few times and looked at her, and she felt her heart drop to her stomach.

"No. No! This isn't fair! It's not time yet!" She fought against Bucky, who'd tried to pull her into his arms to comfort her. She stopped, hearing her name in his frail old voice. She moved slowly to his side and he grabbed her hand. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby. I think I'm gonna have to go. I love you."

Y/N shook her head, a tear rolling down her face as she sobbed. "How could you?" He knew she wasn't mad at him. She was heartbroken. He felt the same. But he couldn't say any more than another "I love you" before taking his final breath, his hand going limp in her own.

She was dragged away screaming by Bucky as Sam closed his best friend's eyelids for good.

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p-taryn-dactyl · 1 year

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What about Tony Stark x daughter! reader who's dating someone (Could be Peter, but doesn't have to be) and Tony makes some sort of sex joke when talking to the both of them, but doesn't realize his daughter is asexual (the joke made her a tad bit uncomfortable) and it ends in her coming out to Tony? If not that's totally okay, ty either way! <3

a/n: hi!! Thank you so much for this request!! I love writing asexual!reader, it makes me all nice and warm inside :) i headcanon tony as being the most accepting father ever so yes i am projecting during this fic lol. The joke in this fic is more of an off handed thing, like an innuendo maybe, because i don’t think tony would openly joke about the devils tango with his child word count: 1.1k

The loud conversations of the other patrons of the restaurants did little to hide the sound of your beating heart. Nerves on edge, you folded your napkin over and over, almost ripping it until you felt a warm hand covering your own. Looking up, you saw the concerned yet comforting expression of your boyfriend. Peter smiled at you and you felt a small part of your fear melt away. Taking a deep breath, you entwined your fingers with his, squeezing slightly. Everything would be okay, nothing could go wrong tonight. Your dad loved Peter, he saw him as a son long before you started dating him.

“I think I hear him,” Peter whispered into your ear, squeezing your hand, “Let’s do this before all my bravado melts away like the ice cream we’ll have for dessert.”

You laughed slightly, your eyes going to the front of the restaurant, watching as your dad joked with the hostess before walking arm-in-arm with Pepper towards your table. Peter stood up as they approached, pulling out a chair for Pepper. He stared at Tony awkwardly before slowly pulling out your dad’s chair for him. Pepper hid her smile behind her hand as Tony sat down with a false sense of haughtiness. You stifled your own giggle at Peter’s expression as he sat down, looking at you with wide eyes before turning back to address your parents.

“Mr. Stark, I-”

Tony held a hand up, pausing Peter’s train of thought. Your dad leaned forward, hands clasped in front of him as he looked at Peter over the tinted sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose.

“Kid, I’ve trusted you in my lab, with my bots, I’ve trusted you with a suit to help the world. All I need to know is if I can trust you with my daughter?”

Peter nodded rapidly, seemingly stunned, a flush rising up his neck and cheeks. You covered his hand with yours, once more holding hands. Tony followed the movement with his eyes and after a minute, nodded and took off his sunglasses.

“Well, my part is over. Pep?”

Peter now looked genuinely terrified. You smirked slightly as you took a sip of your water, you knew your mother was an intimidating woman, you’ve seen politicians lose their poise just from one raise of her eyebrow. Peter’s eyes were wide as Pepper adjusted her silverware, waving out her napkin before laying it on her lap and bringing her eyes to meet Peter’s. Your boyfriend audibly gulped. You and Tony made eye contact before returning your attention to your respective partners.

“Let me be very clear. You make my daughter happy. If, and I mean every word, there is a day you let that happiness be broken because of your actions, you will regret it. I have friends in high and low places and if they can’t deal with you, I will do it myself.” Pepper finished her speech with a sip of the red wine you had ordered for her. Peter looked like he was about to pee his pants. He stuttered out a reply.

“If I ever break her heart, I’ll gladly accept your wrath, Ms. Potts.”

Your mom seemed to like that answer, as a wide smile grew on her face.

“Wonderful! Now, let’s look over the menu, I’m starving.”

As you looked over the menu, zoning out as you scanned over the options, you heard Peter and Pepper fall into a conversation over his schooling at MIT. A nudge against your calf made you look up at your dad, who was looking at you with a question in his eyes. You read it perfectly.

You okay?

You nodded, smiling softly before returning back to the menu. After a few moments, you decided on a sushi roll with lobster and mango as well as a side of gyoza. A waitress came over and took everyones order with ease before walking away, leaving your family to comfortable conversation. Mostly talking about school and secret hero business, you felt your dad’s social battery start to die out, the same slowly starting to happen to you. In an attempt to liven up the conversation, your dad looked at the two of you with a mischievous expression.

“So, I heard you two are sharing a hotel room tonight? Is this a ‘there’s only one bed’ situation?”

Something in the tone of his voice made you fidget, Peter looking over at you before answering.

“There’s only one bed as far as I’m aware, it was the cheapest option.”

Tony started to wiggle his eyebrows and a stream of thoughts ran rapidly in your mind.

Crap, he’s getting the wrong idea. You need to tell him, Y/N! Come on, he’s your dad, you can do this, tell him!

“Nothings going to happen, Dad!” You tried to match his joking tone but it came out as more of a squeal. Tony looked at you with concern, something in his eyes that you couldn’t interpret.

“Y/N, you and Peter are two consenting adults, I have no control over what you do as long as it’s safe and consensual-”

“I’m ace!” You blurted out, your eyes widening as you slapped a hand over your mouth. The table went silent, your parents looking at you with equally surprised expressions, Peter watching them with a protective glint in his eyes. You removed your hand from your mouth, lowering your eyes to the condensation that your drink had left on the table, drawing pictures in the water as you spoke.

“I’m-I’m asexual. I don’t like or want, uh, sex. I just don’t experience sexual attraction…” You trailed off, your voice already quiet as you waited for responses. What felt like years passed before you heard your dad whisper your name, raising your eyes to meet his. He had a sheen of tears in his eyes as he smiled at you.

“Thank you for telling me, I’m so proud. And I’m sorry if what I was insinuating made you uncomfortable.” The mature tone of your father’s voice threw you off and you smiled worriedly at your parents, Pepper returning your smile.

“So you don’t think I’m broken or I just don’t know what I’m talking about?”

Pepper was quick to answer.

“Oh honey, no. Being asexual isn’t being broken and if anyone tells you otherwise, they’re idiots who never developed advanced thinking.”

Peter sent your mom a grateful smile, not lost on you. Tony fidgeted a bit before saying something that shocked you.

“I’m demisexual. Your mother is the only person I’ve ever felt genuine sexual attraction to. Well, except maybe Steve Rogers.”

Pepper slapped Tony with her napkin as she laughed. You and Peter groaned at the mention of your dad’s not-so-fake crush on the Capsicle. The rest of the dinner went by smoothly, each of you ordering ice cream for dessert. That night, as you and Peter were cuddled up in the small hotel bed watching Doctor Who reruns, you wondered how you were so lucky for the people in your life.

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