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fbfh · 10 months

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busy busy busy (but never too busy for you) - dad!tony + stark!reader

wc: 1.5k

pairing: dad!tony + (gn) stark!reader

genre: minor hurt/mostly comfort

warnings: needing to spend time with your parent, crying, emotional comfort, if you have daddy issues this one's gonna hurt lol

summary: after traveling with your dad on business, you find yourself missing spending time with him. Tony can't have that, of course.

song rec: walking the wire - imagine dragons

a/n: first fic finished post top surgery!!!!!!! the next few weeks posts will probs be shorter until I finish chapter 1 of the next multichapter fic lol. Also if I didn't say it recently I love you guys, thank you so much for all your love and support <333 PS if you need more personalized dad!tony.... character.ai works well for that lmao

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You climb into the car, settling into the plush leather seat as Happy closes the door next to you. You set down your bag and try to get your seatbelt buckled while your dad sits next to you, wrapping up a phone call.

“No, no. I don’t care. I said-” He stops, listening to someone on the other end for a moment. He’s clearly annoyed. He’s had to deal with people simultaneously trying to kiss his ass and tell him what to do all week, and you can tell he’s getting tired of it.

“Throw as many conferences as you want, they’ll all be Stark-less. Throw a whole party, while you’re at it- you know what? No, don’t do that. I might actually show up to that.” He mutters the last part, something that would normally make you laugh. He glances over at you, but you’re still fussing with your seatbelt.

“Alright, how about this. I’ll refer you to Stark Industries CEO, Pepper Potts.” The person on the other end is already objecting, but your dad couldn’t care less at this point. He’s said what he needed to say, and this idiot doesn’t want to listen. He continues to wrap up this disastrous phone call as the car pulls into the street, and starts driving you to the airport.

“She’ll help you get this sorted out.”

He hangs up without saying goodbye, then looks over at you. As soon as he does, he knows something’s wrong. You’re not yourself. You’re staring at the bottom of the seat in front of you instead of out the window, or going on your phone. Usually you can’t wait for him to finish business calls, sometimes texting him in the middle of them - texts he’s always happy to receive. You’ve rescued him from pointless conference calls with those texts more times than he can count. You always have something to tell him or update him on, whether that be the latest social media drama, friend group drama, the show you’re watching on Netflix, or even Avengers memes you find online. You always have something delightful you’re excited to share with him without even having to try, and it lights up his day each time. Except now, with you staring into space.

He hands you the coffee he got you, taking his out of the cardboard holder that had been resting on his lap until now. You look over briefly, accepting the drink.

“Thanks,” you say lightly, but there’s something in your tone that tips him off.

“You okay, kid?”

You pause sipping your drink, wondering how he figured you out so fast. He’s your dad, you suppose. That’s kind of his job. You thought you’d been doing an okay job at masking the hollow sadness that’s been eroding you from the inside out all weekend. It doesn’t happen too often, and you tried everything you could to distract yourself until it stopped working. Until now.

“Is it school? Boys? Girls?” He asks when you don’t answer right away. There’s a note of humor to his voice, but there’s also a sincerity, and you know that even if it was school or boys or girls that he would help you through it. “C’mon, you gotta keep your old man up to date on all the tea. The hot goss.”

You let out a weepy chuckle, tracing the lid of your drink. He’s always the first to know when your Starbucks order changes, and he always knows exactly the perfect drink to get you without even having to ask. It’s a little thing, but it makes you feel even worse. You’ve spent the whole weekend trying to ignore how much you’ve been missing your dad, missing spending one on one time with him that’s not in between meetings or over a late dinner. He works so hard, and he has so much on his plate, but he always makes time for you.

That’s why he started taking you along on business trips like this, because you both hated being away from each other. Usually it’s fine, usually you’re off exploring whatever city you’re in, going shopping, or generally finding somewhat entertaining ways to pass the time that you can tell him about next time you catch up. It’s usually really fun, too. It’s just when it gets busy like this, you think, when he has all these meetings and you have all your stuff that you’re juggling that you start to get like this.

“No, no,” you say softly, rubbing the bottom of your eyes when they start to get misty. “Nothing like that…”

Tony listens intently in the silence that follows, waiting to see if you have more to share with him. The smell of his cologne is paternal and comforting, a familiar reassurance that floats around him and feels like a hug.

“I just miss you, I guess…” you start, speaking your mind before you can even think. Your dad has that effect on you, it’s so easy to share how you feel and what you’re excited for or worried about that it feels automatic sometimes, like it’s impossible not to. Tony feels his heart break as he realizes what a toll all the recent traveling has taken on you, both of you. He pulls you in for a tight hug. You feel the tears you’ve been fighting start to spill, Tony rubs your back reassuringly and it finally feels safe enough to.

He tries not to dwell on the fact that you got to feel like this in the first place, tries not to let that voice tell him he should have noticed how you felt sooner, that he’s a terrible dad, because he knows inside that he’s not. He’s not his father, and he sure as hell won’t make those mistakes. He could let himself worry about how he’s doing with you, let it keep him up at night - hell, it still does some nights, even when he doesn’t want it to. It’s been that way with you since he became your dad. Instead of worrying about that, he does what he does best. He takes action.

“You are such a sweet kid.” He states, pressing a kiss on your forehead when you pull away. He brushes away the tears spilling down your cheeks. “Unfortunately, sometimes being a genius-billionaire-superhero-superdad requires some meetings and boring stuff. But don’t think I forgot about the most important part of that.”

The dad part. He doesn’t even have to say it, you both know that’s where he’s going with this. You nod along, sighing as your breathing starts to slow back down.

“But you’re right. It has gotten to be too much lately.”

He reaches into the small mini fridge sitting between the driver’s and passenger seats, crisply cold and stocked with both your favorite drinks. He grabs a water bottle, opening it and handing it to you.

“How about this? We’ll spend the whole plane ride back watching movies together - or that show you were telling me about, the one with- god, what’s his name…” He tries to remember the name of that actor you’ve been talking about the last few days, and you chuckle, supplying the answer. He snaps his fingers in recognition, repeating it back to you.

“Yes. That’s the one. We’ll watch all those movies, and you brainstorm what we’re going to do this weekend. Dream big, kid. I’ll have Pepper help you organize the whole thing.”

Your eyes widen in excitement, and you hug him tightly again.

“Thanks, dad.” You smile. You really are both long overdue for some quality time together, and Tony knows if he has to attend one more meeting, he’s going to lose his mind. The cave he built his first arc reactor in was more interesting than some of the people he’s spoken to recently.

“I love you, kid.”

He looks at you fondly for a moment, basking in pride at what a wonderful, amazing person you’ve become. It’s not time for him to get all sappy on you with the dad stuff, not quite yet, so before he can, he grabs a fluffy throw blanket and spreads it across you.

“Now, we’ve got a big weekend ahead of us, so get some shut eye. I’ll wake you when we get to the airport.”

Right before you start to doze off, you hear him on the phone with Pepper, filling her in on the plan.

“Alright, so they’ve got about 25 more minutes of Stark business time, then I’m off the grid till monday.” Pepper says something about how they’re not going to like that, and Tony laughs, glancing over at you sleeping peacefully. “They don’t have to.”

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mymelodymia · 8 months

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Oh!! Oh!!! How about the Avengers meeting Tony’s kid for the first time? Maybe she isn’t that old yet (youngling, pre-teen maybe?) and they’re all like how can this be Tony’s kid (in a good way)? But then she starts getting sassy and cocky like her Dad, and they’re like, nevermind

I fantasize about this kinda stuff happening constantly LMAO

Summary: your a young stark, but already act exactly like your father.

Warnings: Y/N being sarcastic, Y/N being a little mean, slight mention of tony being a dumbass 🙄

A/N: I honestly loved this request so much, and to all the other people who requested, it might take me a minute to get to some of them, but I'll try to be fast with it <3

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You were around 11 when new york went down, and 12 when the Malibu house said bye-bye, and now you live at the tower, your father tony, knew you weren't so good with new people. So him being the dumbass he is, introduced you to everyone at the same time, oof.

He made sure that everyone knew at the same time and that if they step out of line, they'd have it coming for them. You were used to tonys overprotective-ness but he really just wanted you to be protected and feel safe,

"So this is my daughter Y/N" and then he went on and on for like 2 minutes straight taking bout "you even look at her the wrong way you wil-"

"Dad, i think they get it." You looked quite shy and quiet, (you weren't) It was around 7 when you all ate dinner together, you had met nat before (the whole natalie rushman thing) but you didn't know her personally, yet.

You went to your room after dinner, and turned on whatever movie you saw first, tangled, you and your dad LOVED disney movies, it had become a tradition to have a Disney movie marathon at least once a week, it had been about 30 minutes of you being in your room there was a knock at your door,

"Come in" you said flatly not taking your eyes of the screen, tony poked his head through the door and spoke up

"Y/N/N" he said walking deeper into the dark room

"Hmm" you hummed waiting for him to continue,

"Sorry i put you on the spot like that earlier, i know you aren't good with new people" he said with slight guilt in his eyes, coming toward you, sitting down on the bed,

"It's fine, i always knew you didn't love me..."

"What?? I never said that i..."

"I know :')" you said laying back, your father putting his arm around you before you could. You snuggled into him, your head resting softly on his shoulder, continuing to watch your movie, with your dad this time <3

Eventually you fell into a deep slumber, your chest rising and falling continuously, tony putting a blanket over you two, when the movie ended he looked down at you, sleeping peacefully against his shoulder.

He tried to slip his arm out from under you, this made you stir from your slumber, he tried this continuously for about 10 minutes, you holding onto him tighter each time he did. Eventually he gave up and got comfortable, he was clearly sleeping there.

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The next morning you woke up at around 9:27 exactly. Hopping out of bed, you walked into your bathroom, did your business, grabbed your book and walked downstairs to be greeted by the sweet sweet smell of omelets, you walked into the kitchen and saw Steve cooking, everyone else was sitting in the living room or at the dining table.

"Hi steve" you said walking by, smiling and waving to him.

"Morning Y/N" he replied just as tony walked in, heading straight to the coffee ☕️ but when his eyes fell on you, he wrapped you in a hug,

"Hey baby, how'd you sleep?"

"Fine even though there was a peasant in my bed" you said sarcastically, smiling up at your father, your chin resting on his arc reactor, in that moment everyone turned their heads to you, having not expected that, since you had seemed so shy and quiet the night before.

A few minutes later, you made another comment, after Steve had finished eating breakfast, you looked up at him and sighed,

"Steve stop thinking you're ugly" you said with (fake) sympathy,

"What?-"

"I mean, you are ugly, but dont think about it.."

tony was cackling in the back as you walked away.

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you were ranting about sm stupid, doing the classic tony walk, (you know the one where he has his chest puffed out and his lower back arched and one of his hands floating in the air using a whole bunch of hand gestures)

Everyone just staring at you, realizing how wrong they were when they thought you were shy and quiet. Your father was smirking at this. When you realized they were staring, you paused

"Why are you looking at me like that" not even realizing how out of breath you were from your ranting

"You really are a mini tony" Natasha spoke up, eyebrows raised. Tony laughed at this and made a comment, showing where you get it.

"Told you, keep going Y/N/N"

*title is mini stark*

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lilylovelyxo · 1 year

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*Peter and Y/N walk up to Tony while on the beach*

Y/N: “Dad! Can we get the sunblock?”

Tony: “Nerd alert!”

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mostly-marvel-musings · 4 months

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This prompt is just such a Tony thing to do tho: when they kiss you, hard, gripping, shaking breaths, fists in each other's clothes, against a wall, but they stop. and smirk, "you want that, love? i want cuddles though." and their grin is too wide, stupid and cocky and beautiful. Specially like maybe a retired Tony, all soft and adorable and cuddly

you want that, love? i want cuddles though."

Pairing: Tony Stark x Wife! Reader

Warnings: 18+ hints at smut, fluff.

Soft music played over the speakers through the living room and kitchen where you stood, giving your dinner plates a good wipe after your husband handed them to you one by one.

Tony hummed along the tune, making you smile as you watched the man scrub dishes with the same focus he once did upgrading his suits. This Tony was far more relaxed, laid-back even nevertheless a very hands on husband and father to your two year old.

“Is this the most you’ve been in a kitchen in all your life?” You murmured with an amused grin watching Tony wipe his hands on the ridiculous apron he wore.

He chuckled, spraying a little water in your direction and making you squeal.

“Cut it out! And take off that apron, Tony, you’ve proved you’re a decent chef.” You gave him a playful slap on his butt with the dish towel.

“Yeah? Anything else you want me to take off?” He smirked, pulling you closer by your waist until you were inches apart.

“Mm. Lots of things.”

You whispered before meeting his lips halfway in a kiss that started off sweet but rapidly turned needy.

You undid Tony’s apron and threw it on the countertop blindly, walking him back until his back hit a wall; he momentarily broke the kiss to raise an eyebrow up at you right before slanting his lips back onto your mouth, deepening the kiss.

You let out a muffled moan when one of his hand slid under your sleep shirt while the other carded through your hair, gently tugging on it to spur you on. You felt him react to your touch instantly as your own hands travelled up his sides, taking his grey sweater with em, exposing his soft skin.

Though you dated for ages before tying the knot five years ago, Tony Stark was still just as intoxicating and irresistible as when you’d first met him. His kisses always made you weak in the knees, consumed you into their delicious coffee and berry-ness, made you wish you’d never stop kissing the man.

Minutes later as you broke apart for catching your breath, foreheads still touching, you could almost sense a smart-ass comment come through the genius’ mouth.

“You want that, love? I want cuddles though.” The man grinned, never letting you go.

“Is that so? You know where Morgan’s nursery is then.”

You gave him a playful shove before giving him one last kiss, shaking your head as you walked up the stairs towards your bedroom, knowing fully well your beloved husband was already close behind.

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fluffyprettykitty · 1 year

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I looove your writing and I would like to make a request with tony stark, tony and reader as friends with benefits and they have a little drunk unprotected sex (after a party or a date) and she end up pregnant, she's all nervous about telling him, but when she tells him he's so happy to become a daddy and they officially become a couple? Thank you 😘 maybe a epilogue with them and the baby

Florescence

Pairing: Tony Stark x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 2000 words

Outline: Having long been in a fwb situation with the famous Tony Stark, you never thought that this would be the next step.

Author's Note: So this is set in my favourite Tony era, post im2, pre-avengers, no aliens to make my man sad, okay!!! Nonnie thank you for this lovely request, sorry it took a while, thanks also to anyone else who helped with their asks and thots, hope you will enjoy! Kept the baby nameless and gender neutral in the end so choose your own fantasy <3

Warnings: alcohol consumption, previous drugs mention, pregnancy, abortion talk, giving birth, breeding kink, hair pulling, oral fixation, daddy kink, public sex, bulge kink, multiple positions, spit play, oral sex (both), creampie, it gets messy and nasty basically.

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics // banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・Tony Stark Masterlist

NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

“You like it when I fuck you like that, huh?”

Tony grunts as his cock are full deep down your throat, a bit of mascara running down your cheek.

“What, mouthful? Mummy didn’t tell you it’s good manners to answer when someone asks you something?” He seems unfazed as he chuckles before he releases your head from his cock and you cough while spit and cum fall down your chin. Messy exactly as he likes it.

“Yeah, I do, daddy.” You smirk as you use your fingers to lick some of the excesses.

“Get up by the sink, grip tight then baby, daddy’s gonna fill that pussy.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

Getting up fast you position yourself on the sink, your skirt still pulled up and your shirt on the floor, from ten minutes ago when Tony was eating you out pressed against the wall so you could look at yourself in the mirror.

The music from outside was loud, followed by cheers, Tony’s downtown club had a famous rapper performing tonight so of course, you had to come.

And coming you were indeed.

Tony pushes his spent cock inside your slickness, your hands automatically wrapping around his neck. You had both been at it, friends since the first time you met at an expo a couple of years ago, and fuck buddies since that one time you both got drunk on that cruise ship. And you had to admit, Tony’s cock was your absolute favorite.

“Fuck me, please!” You plead, your fingertips creeping on his luscious hair while his hands grip your waist, descending on your ass, and his mouth stays on your neck, biting and kissing.

Tony was very much well into marking you whenever he got to spend time with you, after starting his life as iron man three years ago, that wasn’t as often as any of you would like.

He snaps his hips forward, gripping your body tight as he freely starts moving you against his cock, back and forth, switching it to fast slapping skin on the skin when he bit down your neck.

You scream to your heart’s desire, nobody could truly hear you and you wouldn’t even mind if someone could. The people closest to Tony already knew about your beneficial friendship so they knew where you had disappeared. No one would come looking for you two.

The dark-haired man didn’t have to do much besides spanking your ass during the concert and then grabbing your hand and leading you to the VIP bathroom.

“You look so good with my cock inside you baby.”

He muses when he pulls his teeth from your neck staring down between your two bodies. He stops his movements taking a moment to admire you like this. On his favorite position, with his cock inside you. If he could he’d never get out.

Or maybe only long enough so he could fuck your mouth.

He slowly brings a hand forward, pressing it on your stomach and pushing your body backward.

“Feel me, baby?”

“Yeah!” You breathe, as he presses his fingers on your stomach, his cock visible there.

“Impressive how well you can take it.”

“I can take anything daddy, please.”

“Please, what?” He asks amused.

“Fuck me deep, breed my pretty pussy, please!”

“Oh, but now I am admiring this work of art.”

“It’s gonna look much better when you will be fucking it right back in.”

He doesn’t even respond when your words make him pistol his hips, setting a fast and brutal place, letting you try and grab his hair for support. He is going fast and desperate at it, the sounds intensifying while you are pulling his hair tightly.

“Fuck.” He growls, evidently, your new way of positioning yourself has him feral, something evidently he hadn’t yet learned, and he is fucking you like a sex toy.

When Tony spills inside you, he only stops for a moment before going right back to it, fulfilling your previous request. Your legs could barely close from the intensity of the fucking and your multiple orgasms, so Tony instructs you through the back window, calling for a suit of his to safely fly you off to his tower.

Tony always got a little more feral on nights like this, drunk and a little high. By the time he got tired of fucking you, it was deep midnight. He had you on the bed, in the shower when you tried to wash away your sins, in the balcony when he headed out for a smoke, completely insatiable and utterly horny.

One could say that he could never ever have enough.

Not of you anyway. Or maybe he knew.

Several hours later, when you wake up, he’s back in his office having a meeting, so you leave him a note, thanking him before Happy is driving you safely back to your apartment. You shoot him a text as well with a grinning emoji and he replies back with a suggestive one. That’s how it always was, anyway. You’d see him soon enough.

Yet four weeks later, you are sitting in the middle of your bathroom holding a pregnancy test between your fingers as the lines begin to appear. You shut your eyes close. That’s not how things are supposed to happen.

Tony and you hadn’t met up again yet, he was busy on an iron man adventure away from the country and you were focused on a big project at work.

For the next two weeks, you try to reason with yourself. Do you want this baby? Do you want to tell Tony? Could you keep it and then pretend to him it wasn’t hit? He will come to look for you when time allows him to. Would he even like it? Does he even wants kids?

Career-wise, you could raise it all by yourself, and if you’ve always wanted children, your mother would be more than happy to help you. So that’s the first person you call and she also encourages you to talk to him and so does your best friend and her best friend. It was only one phone call. Hell, you could even text him. But you knew it had to be in person.

Eventually, you head to a doctor, confirming your pregnancy and determining the exact date and it’s very obvious it’s his. You sit in the doctor’s office, legs crossed, impatient, with the weight of the world on your shoulders as the tv on mute is playing an interview of Tony smiling and gesturing as always does so and in your heart, you know. That man had to know. You couldn’t bare the burden on your own anymore.

So you take your phone out of your purse and call his number and hear his voice asking for a voicemail. In one breath you leave him a message telling him you need to talk cause it’s important.

Tony on his end believes you have met a man, and he tries to surpass his jealousy when he shows up at your door holding a bouquet of flowers. Now that was unusual.

You greet him warmly, invite him and offer him a drink before sitting on the couch with him. You are rubbing your hands on your body trying to gain more confidence until he stops you and gently holds your hand.

“Just tell me. Blurt it all out in one go. Whatever it is.”

It always surprised you how serious he could be at a critical moment. The soft smile on his face was to give you strength even if his heart was beating faster.

“Tony.” You pause look him in the eyes and then look down. You wouldn’t wanna see him disappointed so you will be speaking to the floor.

“Tell me, I’m all ears.”

“I’m pregnant. I wanna keep it.” You whisper, staring at the floor, your fingers nervously trembling against his hand.

There is silence for a bit, and the only thing you can hear is your heartbeat until you turn your head a little to look at him. He is grinning, looking down with a tear clearly hanging off his beard. He is slowly moving his shoulders, trying to come up with something to say.

You have to say something, and fill the room with sound.

“If you don’t want..”

“Stop.” He clears his throat and looks at you squeezing your hands with one hand and bringing the other to your face. “I want you. I want this. I want your baby. Our baby.”

“You should take all the time in the world to think about it.”

“I am thinking about it. This is everything I ever wanted.”

“Tony…” You try to form another sentence, trying to alleviate him of this burden but he only wraps his arms around you as you clearly start sobbing.

“You make me the happiest man in the world. Honestly and sincerely. I always dreamt of a family, I never thought I could get it, not with the drugs, the parties, and anything else.” His hands are caressing your back as you are still unable to grasp your emotions.

“I never thought you could want me like that.” He continues, smiling to himself. “Like a baby daddy.” He chuckles. “Though I gotta say I’m a traditional man and you know the inheritance and everything.” Now you are laughing too between sobs burning your face inside his chest and this newfound happiness.

Later you both call your parents together, and Tony asks for your hand over the phone. Your mom insists on a family dinner. He agrees. He brings a diamond ring, with your initials on it. He knows you’d never take his last name, your mom is happy, and so are you.

You agree on civil marriage, with Happy, Rhodey, and your best friends in attendance, and away from the spotlight. You just give a small announcement to the public along with a picture from your wedding day. All smiles, you are both wearing white.

The next several months of your pregnancy are straight out of a movie. You look for a penthouse together, Tony simply refuses not to be on the top floor. He agrees on you paying for the groceries and anything else you might like. You make plans to adopt a pet soon. He brings you flowers every day. Sometimes when he needs to stay away for iron man reasons, he sends Happy to keep you company. You want every show under the sun together. Tony still shows up with flowers.

When the day comes, you are well into your tenth month begging the doctor to take the baby out of you and you agree on induction. Doesn’t take long for the baby like this, and even though is painful and gut-wrenching Tony stays by your side, holding your hand no matter how much you are threatening that you are never doing this again.

Too bad he had already plans for five more. But you didn’t know that back then.

When the baby is pushed, he is right there grinning and exclaiming “I see a head! I see a head!” followed by a “they look just like you, baby!”. The nurse allows him to cut the cord and then carefully, they wrap the baby up to bring them to you. You never knew you could feel such happiness and such exhaustion in one moment.

He wraps a hand around your back and kisses the top of your head, you are looking at your baby, you know they look just like him. “They look just like you.” He smiles and rubs his chin on your head. Looks like you found something to disagree on.

When you need to leave the hospital, he has a helicopter booked for you. You tell him ‘there’s no fucking way” and he brings over Happy with a car. You leave the hospital hand in hand, reporters are waiting outside, and you both smile and go on your merry way.

And your happiness can only grow stronger.

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timetosaybyeboom · 10 months

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tony stark being a dad (bc i love him sm) hcs

➤ i feel that he'd truly wanna break the cycle of shame (as @thedumbestavenger so painfully put it).

➤ i think he would obviously sometimes forget he's a dad (pre-morgan) when he's in his era of constantly being in the workshop.

➤ if you didn't want to be a target for the press, ect, he would make sure they backed away from you.

➤ his music taste is top tier so you'd grow up listening to absolute bangers.

➤ if you had powers, you best believe he would make sure you were kitted out with everything you needed to keep yourself and others safe.

➤ i feel like in terms of school, he and j.a.r.v.i.s/f.r.i.d.a.y would help as much as they could, though i think he would be very good at explaining things so it's easier to grasp (not in an infantilizing way obvs).

➤ if you couldn't find a fidget toy that was the one for you, he would definitely spend time making the perfect one for you.

➤ if you need a binder, he would perfect one just for you so don't have to look for one from a possibly problematic branding (not naming names).

➤ if you need to legally change your name, it would be sorted so quick, he'd even bribe them to sort it as soon as they received it.

(female readers, i will not write anything intended for you, and asking me will not change anything. this content isn't for you.)

#tony stark #tony stark x son!reader #tony stark x child!reader #dad!tony stark #tony stark x gn!reader #tony stark x male!reader #finn-scribbles

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imaginemalereader · 1 year

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Anonymous request: Imagine being Tony’s trans son and having panic attacks

It was stupid you thought. Your dad was the one who had lived through all the trauma and yet you were having panic attacks. They hit worst late at night, when you stayed up either to enjoy the quiet of the night time or because your brain wouldn’t shut up and let you sleep. Either way, it seemed the quiet let your brain run wild in all the ways you didn’t want it too.

You hadn’t told him about it. He had enough on his plate to deal with, you didn’t want to bother him with something you felt you should be able to work through.

It didn’t matter though. As busy as he was, he noticed you looking more tired, sleeping later in the mornings, and Jarvis had alerted him to your movements in the middle of the night. He let it go for about a week once he knew, figuring it could just be a temporary thing, that there was something with school causing your late nights. He did worry it might be something to do with your gender but you had never mentioned it being a problem at your school and certainly no one at the school had told him anything (if they had he would have lit a fire under their asses to fix it).

When nothing changed, he decided he would step in.

You were having a bad night. It was 4 am and you were lying in bed wide awake. You’d tried all your usual tricks to fall asleep: music, ear plugs, meditating, music again, just lying down with your eyes closed. None of it worked. Instead your brain was firing on all cylinders. It was running the gamut of catastrophizing, reflecting on past mistakes and embarrassments, and heightening your anxiety for no discernible reason at all. If you weren’t quickly falling into a panic attack, you would have yelled at your brain to pull itself together. Alas, it was too late for that.

Your heart rate quickened and your breathing changed. You started shaking, despite not being cold. It felt like you were drowning in your mind. Everything was moving too fast and you didn’t have anything to hold onto.

Jarvis alerted Tony to your rapid heartbeat, so rapid it had triggered his warning systems, and your dad was soon knocking at your door. You were vaguely aware of it but were too busy trying to hit the breaks on your brain to actually respond. After a couple seconds without a response, your dad opened your door and saw you curled on top of your sheets, trying desperately to keep it together.

He rushed to your bed and sat next to you, running a hand through your hair as you buried your face into a pillow, like that might muffle your pounding heart and racing thoughts. He rubbed your back gently.

“Hey kid. What’s going on bud?” He asked softly.

You just shook your head, not ready to speak just yet, though you could feel yourself coming back to ground slowly.

“Okay you don’t have to say anything, but I’m not going to leave you kiddo.”

“Thanks.” You mumbled out from the pillow.

Your dad kept his hand on your shoulder, occasionally running it up to your hair. He remembered how happy you were when you first cut it, even before you’d come out. He knew you’d had a couple problems from people when you did come out, but he made sure your school took care of it. And all the other Avengers were very quick to accept you and make sure they gendered you correctly and use your name. Oh and god help any reporter that got it wrong. Tony and Pepper would rain hell upon them and sometimes it was hard to tell which was scarier (actually Pepper was always scarier, Tony was more humiliating though).

You pulled your face out of the pillow and looked over at your dad.

“There he is. I was afraid the pillow monster had won.” He said, trying to joke but you could hear in his voice that he was actually worried.

“Sorry.”

“What’s going on? You haven’t been sleeping well, probably worse than me and that’s impressive, but not a good thing.”

“I’ve just been having some insomnia lately.” You shrugged as much as you could from your position.

“Uh huh, and?” He knew that was not all there was. What he had walked in on was not ‘just’ insomnia.

You looked away from him again, studying the wrinkles in your pillowcase. You didn’t want to admit the truth to your dad.

“Buddy you can tell me anything, I’m not going to be mad at you.”

“Cap’s suit is cooler than yours.” You made the joke quickly. Part of it was your nature as a Stark but the other part was intention deflection.

Your dad whacked the back of your head lightly.

“You can tell me any true thing.” He amended. He wanted to laugh at your joke, you were clearly his son, but he did have bigger things to focus on.

“I, uh, it’s stupid.” You weren’t the one with PTSD from saving the whole world.

“It’s not stupid. Thor breaking the toaster trying to make a pop tart, again, is stupid.”

“I’ve been having panic attacks.” You rushed the sentence out quietly. “I told you it was stupid.” You added.

“Hey.” He said sharply. You looked up at him, worried you would see anger but that wasn’t the reason for the sharpness. “It’s not stupid and I won’t hear a son of mine calling himself stupid, especially for having panic attacks. You didn’t ask for them or build a robot that decided to go crazy and inflict you with panic attacks. How long have you been bottling this up?”

“The insomnia, I think a couple months. The panic attacks really started getting bad just the last week or two. I thought I could get a handle on them but it seems like they keep winning.”

“We can’t have that now can we. Stark brains are a little overactive as you might have noticed. If anyone’s brain here is stupid, it’s mine. Have you seen all my failed inventions and recordings? Actually, I don’t want you to see those.” You laughed softly at your dad’s self deprecation. Though if he was going to make you work on your own, you were going to make him work on his too. “Anyway, I think this is something you shouldn’t be handling on your own kid. What do you say in the morning, the real morning not this whatever 3 am crap is that’s not the real morning, we find someone that you can talk to about this?”

“You’re not embarrassed?”

“First of all, this is not embarrassing. I love you no matter what. Second, I have done so many embarrassing things in my life there’s no way this could even register on the embarrassing scale.”

“Morning sounds good then.” You agreed. One day, when you were a little older, you would ask your dad about all those embarrassing stories and failed inventions.

“Get some sleep kid. I’ll see you in the morning.” He said, getting up from your bed.

“Okay.”

“Love you bud.”

“Love you to Asgard and back.” You said, a saying you picked up after first meeting Thor.

“That’s a long way kid. I love you to Asgard and back.”

He closed the door and you burrowed back into your bed, finding that your brain was more amenable to sleep now. You closed your eyes, glad your dad had your back about this too.

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secondratefiction · 5 months

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Headcanon on how you spend Christmas with your husband Loki and your father Tony and pepper also.

Hello again lovely, thank you for continuing to stick around! 💜

Honestly, you've lost track of the amount of events Stark Industries puts on this time of year. Pepper makes sure to copy you on the big ones you're supposed to be attending as a family, and you make sure to bring Loki along to a few of those as well.

It's taken a couple of years, but Tony and Loki have finally settled into a comfortable groove. They're not hanging out on their own or anything, but they amicable enough when everyone is together.

As far as Christmas itself... it wasn't until Morgan came along that classic traditions really became a thing.

Now, you and Loki spend the Christmas Eve with every one and do the whole gambit: decorating cookies for Santa, watching Rudolph and other Christmas movies, everyone getting the matching pajamas, etc. (Both Tony and Loki act so resigned, but anybody with eyes can see the pjs are one of their favorite parts)

Morgan's favorite thing has to be sitting around the fire of an evening with hot chocolate and listening to Loki tell stories (he may or may not also be conjuring up visual aids to go along with them). And honestly, watching how excited and into it he gets watching her reactions is probably your favorite part as well.

Christmas day itself is usually a pretty subdued affair, with just your family together getting to enjoy the morning and watching Morgan loose her mind over the many exciting things both your father and husband have concocted for her.

Depending on how the rest of the season has gone, there might be extended family over for Christmas dinner. Bruce, Nat, Clint and his family are pretty regular figures, sometimes Steve and Bucky too. Thor... it depends on what kind of time he has and what kind of mood Loki is in.

#avengers imagine #avengers headcanon #loki #loki x reader #loki x stark!reader #dad!tony stark #family holiday headcanons #reader insert #requests

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peterth3parker · 2 years

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Tony: We talked about this! What was rule #1?

Peter: Don’t blow up the lab.

Tony: And what was rule #2?

Peter: Follow rule #1.

Tony: And what did you do?

Peter: Blow up the lab.

Rhodey:

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literaryavenger · 5 months

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Heartbroken

Summary: Tony helps you through your first heartbreak.

Pairing: Dad!Tony Stark x Daughter!female!reader

Warnings: Fluff. Language cause why not. Reader is hurting. Tony is an angel. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: I wanted some soft dad Tony and this came out. The end is a little rushed, I didn't know where I wanted it to go but I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. I hope you like it!

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You exited the elevator and made your way through the living room, not sparing anybody a second glance.

You went straight to your room and slammed the door behind you, leaving all of the avengers that were currently in the living room in a shocked silence.

That wasn’t like you.

You're a cheery and positive teenager that never misses a chance to hang out with your favorite group of superheroes.

Even during your bad days, you at least said hi and chat a bit before going to your room, so your behavior today as you came home from school leaves everyone worried.

They all know high school isn't easy, but it somehow never affected you much.

Maybe because you grew up in the spotlight, being a Stark.

You were the perfect combination of Pepper and Tony, smart and driven, sarcastic and confident, sweet and supportive. Really just a ray of sunshine in everyone’s life.

Everybody at Midtown High knows who you are and every student you meet gets surprised by how nice you are to anyone that approaches you, everyone expecting you to be a stuck up bitch.

You talk to and befriend anybody who’s nice to you, but you spend most of your time with Peter, Ned and MJ.

Speaking of which, while everybody stares at the door you just disappeared through, Peter enters the room through the window, a feat that not everyone is used to yet.

"Damn it, bug boy, stop doing that!" Sam almost yells, never failing to get startled by his abrupt entrances.

"Sorry, Mr. Falcon, sir." he says sheepishly while Bucky snickers like every other time, but before they can start bickering like always, Tony addresses Peter.

"What’s wrong with my daughter, Spider-ling?" he says in a serious tone, despite the nickname he can’t seem to get tired of.

"I don’t know, Mr. Stark. She was fine during lunch, but when school ended she was nowhere to be seen. We were suppose to meet at the exit like always but she rushed home alone. That’s why I’m here, I was worried." the more Peter talks the more Tony gets worried.

It wasn’t like you to not show up to do something you planned to do with someone else, let alone without giving a reason or at least a warning first.

Tony has heard enough so he gets up from his seat and walks towards your room, knocking twice, then once and then three times fast, a secret knock you came up with when you were little designed just for him.

He hears a faint ‘come in’ and, with furrowed eyebrows, he enters your room, finding you sitting on the bed hugging your knees to your chest.

Without saying a word he comes in, shuts the door and sits next to you, putting an arm around your shoulders. You shift to put your head in his chest and, when hug him as tightly as you can, Tony can actually feel his own heart breaking at the sight.

His little ray of sunshine, crying her heart and soul out and there's nothing more he can do but hold you. So he holds onto you just as tight as you are, willing himself not to let his own tears fall at seeing you so broken, needing to be strong for you.

After you calm down a bit, he can’t help himself as he asks "who do I have to kill?"

He feel a little better when he hears your little giggle against his chest, but he's still very worried and you both know he wasn’t entirely kidding.

He doesn’t rush you into talking, giving you time to put together your thoughts before starting to explain.

"I’ve been seeing someone..." you start, sitting up straight, sniffling, and he already doesn't like where this is going. "I’m sorry I haven’t said anything, mom knows though…"

"Of course she does." he mumbles, a little offended you would tell her and not him, and Tony Stark was never one to not voice his thoughts. "Why didn’t you tell me?" he was clearly hurt, pouting a bit just to amuse you. You giggle again as you answer.

"I’m sorry, but I know what you would’ve said: ‘You’re not allowed to date until you’re 65’" you try to imitate him with a deep voice that makes him chuckle.

"Damn right you can’t!" He says and you lighten up a little at his laughter and keep talking.

"I was going to introduce you soon, I swear! But then…" your smile falls and you can’t stop the few tears that escape. "Today, while I was waiting on Peter, I saw him…"

You trail off and he holds your hand giving you an encouraging squeeze but still not pushing you. Then, in the smallest voice he’d ever heard you use, you finish your sentence. "He was kissing another girl…"

He wished you hadn’t finished the sentence. You start crying again, quieter than before, but it still broke Tony’s heart.

"Oh, honey��" He wraps his arms around you again, mentally planning how to kill and dispose of the body of the little prick, when he hears you again, your voice barely a whisper.

"It hurts, dad… why does it hurt so much?" you still couldn’t stop crying, barely able to finish the sentence.

"I know, Tinkerbell." The use of your childhood nickname made you smile against the tears, the memory of how it came to be coming to the forefront of your mind.

You were about 6 years old, watching Peter Pan for the first time with your parents, when you started giggling uncontrollably.

Your parents gave you a funny look, expecting you to be sad at the part where Tinkerbell was dying and worried they were raising a little psychopath.

"What are you laughing at, Junior?" much to Pepper’s displeasure Tony had started calling you that, sustaining that you were turning out to be just like a little version of him.

Your mom disagreed, but was slowly changing her mind, especially after what little six year old you said next.

"Daddy’s just like Tinkerbell: if she doesn’t get attention he dies!" you got out between giggles, making Pepper almost double over laughing as Tony started a tickle attack, a fake offended look on his face.

After that your dad started calling you Tinkerbell, not able to let go of your first sarcastic comment, against him of all people, but secretly very proud.

You were brought back to the present by your dad’s words as he started rubbing your back.

"I know it hurts now, but it’s gonna get better, I promise. Your first heartbreak is never easy, but the good news is you have your whole life ahead of you to find a guy smart enough to understand how lucky he is to be loved by you and never let you go."

Now, Tony Stark is many things.

He’s a genius, billionaire, former playboy and philanthropist. He’s an entrepreneur, a superhero, a savior. He’s a role model, a caring friend and doting husband.

But, at this very moment, you can’t help but be proud to call him your father.

You wish you could tell him that at the moment, but you can’t find the voice to speak so you make a mental note to tell him later. Right now all you can do is hug him so tight you’re not entirely sure he’s able to breathe, but he doesn’t make any attempts to make you let go.

The next couple of hours are spent between hugs, words of encouragement and Tony trying everything he can to make you laugh.

When he succeeds in lifting your spirits, you both make your way to the living room where all of the Avengers are now, Pepper included. You sit next to her and she wraps her arm around you, having already been updated on the situation, of course.

Everyone else seemed to have come to a mutual understanding of not pressing the matter, knowing you’ll open up when you’re ready and not wanting to upset you again now that you’re back to your cheery self.

You’re glad nobody’s asking any questions, acting like nothing happened, exactly what you need right now.

You spend the rest of the day with your family, forgetting all about your broken heart, realizing you’re better off without him.

At one point your dad whispers to you "I still need the name of the little jerk, so I can fuck him up" and you can’t help but laugh, more glad than ever to be lucky enough to be a Stark.

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moonlit-imagines · 3 months

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warnings:

a/n: me writing this while completely burnt out from school

requested by @mymelodymia

“Kid.” Tony bumped the door of your bedroom open with his hip, holding a bag of McDonald’s in each hand and staring at you patiently. You said nothing, just set down your homework and sat up from your bed. “It’ll be there when we’re done. There’s ice cream in the fridge, too.” Your dad motioned for you to come along and took you to the living room where the movie you were dying to see—which didn’t come out for another month—was currently paused on your screen.

“Really?” You chuckled and sat down on the couch. “Did you call the director? Again?”

“Me and him go way back, he’ll do whatever I ask him. Ready?” Tony asked, just as he heard the front door open. “Oh, crap, I thought she was working late.”

“It is late.” Pepper overheard him and kissed him on the forehead as she walked by. “You better have gotten me some food, too.” You and your dad laughed, but his laughter was more of remorse as he handed his bag off to her. “Y/N, are you excited? I wish I had study breaks like this when I was in school.”

“Shh. Sh. Sh. The movie’s starting.” Tony lowly bothered her as he pressed play and she sat beside him. “Time to relax.”

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fbfh · 1 year

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dad!tony + stark!reader growing up/childhood hcs

wc: 1.4k

genre: fluff, a little angst, preventative hurt/comfort, family/domestic bliss

pairing: dad!tony + kid!stark!reader, gen 1 ironfam (tony, pepper, rhodey, happy) + reader

warnings: Tony loved your mom and thinks you look like her, your mom is not in the picture (open to interpretation), takes place in the early 2010s, mentions of iron man 1 - 3 and the first avengers movie, tony's a good dad, brief mentions of kidnapping/attacks/general danger, tony found out he had a kid and took you in backstory, bonding, tony's a good dad, did I mention Tony's a good dad

a/n: oh boy did this make me feel things lol. self shipping to cope hours who's with me.

@yesv01 @afidiofobia @thatmultifandomloser @babiesimagines @lizziebitch33 @hopefullhearts @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @dustyinkpages @liberty-barnes

Knowing what Tony’s like

And we all know what he’s like

The odds are if you’re his kid that he did not know you existed for at least a couple years

(I also like this backstory most bc it puts you roughly in the same age group as Peter and Harley and yall already know how I feel about that)

Your mom is probably someone that caught his attention and heart during his playboy era then disappeared

A few years later

You or turn up with a very detailed letter from your mom addressed to him

And you look so much like her it knocks the air right out of him

You also look so much like him too

You have all of his sass and intelligence and mannerisms

It’s shocking at first

You probably came into his life some time after he became iron man but before the avengers were formed

Early 2010s yk

Which means you actually have a little time to settle into your new life before shit hits the fan again

You know the whole “I’m trying to break generation cycles” thing he has with Peter in homecoming??

He has that exact same talk with you

He does so much research and a fuck ton of self reflection on how to raise a kid

And really be present for them

It's a very spicy emotional time for both of you

Because he realizes he needs to deal with all the unresolved shit he's been suppressing and ignoring

And you're trying to deal with the fact that up until now, you really weren't being taken care of like you should have been

And you're both trying to deal with how scary and dangerous all of the new threats out there are as Fury presses Tony to join the avengers

But you make it work

Because Tony is not giving up on you

And he's not resting until you're totally happy and comfortable and safe with all your needs met

The first time you call him dad?????

He has to try so hard not to cry

He's just so proud of you

And he loves you so much

He gets that feeling whenever you call him dad

Even when you say it every day

Even when you introduce him as your dad

And reference him as your dad

No matter how often it happens

He never stops getting that feeling

He majorly prioritizes making sure you have a good education too

And that you’re really getting something out of it

Whatever the best solution for you is, you’ll figure it out

While I love the idea of little baby stark just showing up to class in like 3rd grade and being like “this is my dad’s old prosthetic heart it’s a miniature arc reactor he built in a cave when he was kidnapped by terrorists” then proceeding to explain to your whole class and teacher how he designed built and powered the first draft of his suit, and how the electromagnet keeps the shrapnel in his chest from killing him

Or Tony calling you in sick and you show up a few days later sunkissed with souvenirs from the gorgeous tropical island he took you to “on business”

After getting separated and having both your lives threatened during the battle of manhattan and the surrounding events

And after getting attacked (again) and not knowing you thought he was dead during the whole ordeal with Killian

He’s going to want to keep you close to him

You can’t get kidnapped or hurt or attacked if you’re near enough for him to keep you safe

And he can’t get kidnapped or hurt or attacked if you’re close by enough to make sure he’s really doing okay

After all the shit you’ve both been through you’ll probably both end up with a lot of anxiety and attachment issues

But he works together with you to come up with plans for pretty much everything and every eventuality

Even if you know it might not help change the fact that there will be more fights to take on in the future, having a plan for keeping you safe during them makes you both feel a lot more better

And knowing he’s planned for every eventuality takes a huge weight off Tony’s mind too

Which means he can fight even better and save the world with a little more security knowing you’re okay now, and you’re going to be okay when he’s done with whatever problem he’s dealing with

So practically speaking he’ll probably get you a private tutor

Maybe online classes or homeschooling if those end up working better

But he’ll have Pepper find him some good candidates, then grill the living shit out of them

He’ll figure out their communication styles, their teaching styles, and generally if they pass the vibe test

When he finds someone who will actually be able to help you learn, they have to train a lot before they start tutoring you

The last thing he wants is for learning to become a source of distress for you instead of a tool to empower you

Plus having a tutor he can drag along with you means you have even more freedom to jet all over the world so he can surprise you with trips without either of you worrying about you falling behind

And speaking of empowering you

There is absolutely zero chance you’re not learning self defense and how to fight

He somehow helps you skip past the “wow self defense is scary” part right into the “wow this is super empowering and I feel safer and more secure since I started learning how to do this” part

Once you fly through the ranks of a bunch of different self defense and martial arts and fighting styles

Then you start doing hero training

He makes you a suit that’s armed to the teeth

And also safety protocoled to the teeth

“For emergencies only.”

After many, many safety talks, now you get to move onto the fun part

He gets to teach you how to use it

Neither of you can deny how much fun it is learning how to blast lasers from your palms or shoot rockets out of your wrists

He literally gets to teach you how to fly

It feels magical

It really feels magical watching you

His kid

Literally learn to fly with his help

God he’s just so proud of you

He loves you so much

Between the traveling and the privacy issues and the safety concerns, anything else you do

Any skills or extracurriculars or hobbies

Will also probably be from a tutor or private instructor too

One of his love languages is gift giving

He’s really looking forward to when you’re old enough for him to just hand you a credit card so he can see what you find when you come back

But until then he gets to spoil the shit out of you

Real talk he’s not going to stop spoiling you when you’re old enough to shop for yourself anyway

He loves the way your face lights up when he surprises you with something really cool

Trips, events, gadgets he made you

Anything you could conceptually want or imagine

All he has to do is wave his magic wand and now you have hyper realistic rainbow silicone mermaid tails for when you go swimming

You have a secret reading room hidden in the back of your closet that you access by pulling a book on a shelf

He even has a toy made after you in your favorite toy line

Barbies, american girls, legos, action figures

Or whatever your favorite toy/figurine is

He surprises you with a new one that looks just like you

And you lose your shit

Because who wouldn’t

What can he say

Tony loves spoiling you

Your existence is the greatest thing he could ever hope for

You are the most important beloved cherished thing in his life

All he wants is to keep you safe and happy and well taken care of

And maybe a little pampered and spoiled

But you deserve it

You deserve to have the world handed to you

Which is exactly what he intends to do

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mymelodymia · 7 months

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Y/n: *walks in* I have arrived you can start clapping now

Nat: *thinking* tony this is all your fault

Tony: this is all my fault

#dad!tony stark #daughter reader #tony stark #natasha romanoff #avengers #marvel mcu #hehehe

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lovedrots · 2 years

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Hi! I loved your peter parker fanfic, it was cute and it melts my heart🥹 can I suggest a tony stark x reader where he finds out about Peter and the readers secret relationship?

Thank you in advance! Keep up the great work!❤️

i. to fool a genius

i . to fool a genius - dad!tony stark + stark!reader

synopsis : you ( stark!reader ) and peter parker have been sneaking behind the avenger’s backs for months, trying to keep your relationship from them – or, more specifically, from your dad, tony. but, it takes more than hiding on roofs and in closets, to keep a genius from finding your secrets.

warnings : swearing, tony raising his voice / being a mean dad at first, mild angst to fluff ! quick-paced / rushed dialogue.

a/n : thank you so much, lovely! it means a lot that you enjoyed my first post. i hope i was able to capture your idea well enough for a one-shot:) i have a part 2 for this in mind, regarding the last sentence of this fic. so if you'd like to see that happen, please tell me. <3

word count : 2,840

the avengers tower was silent, the only noise that you could hear being your own voice as you hummed to the melody of paper rings, the words replaying in your head over and over. the final song you had heard during your date.

you’d just returned from an outing with peter parker at the bowling alley, your face flushed, hair messy, and face absolutely glowing. sure, your arms ached a bit, as you’d over-exerted yourself in an attempt to beat your boyfriend in the sport. but, you could barely feel the burn over the butterflies in your tummy.

now came the difficult part.

the elevator doors opened with a click, and you poked your head around the corner, brows narrowing for any signs of your, rather nosey, family –

“welcome home, miss stark.”

you shot back, landing against the elevator wall, leaving a thud. “friday!,” you seethed, fumbling against the metal bar, pulling yourself up. “i told you not to do that today … or any, for that matter.”

you smoothed out your wrinkled t-shirt, cursing the poor a.i. for messing up your simple order. it was a little childish, to get angry with a machine. but, had tony been in the living room, things would have been bad. like, civil-war level bad.

you could almost envision it; the infamous tony stark chasing a poor teenage boy around the tower, shouting profanities, all suited up. steve would be there, scolding your dad for the ‘bad words,’ as natasha and clint enjoyed the show. lord knows where you’d be; probably locked away in your room, with no one but friday to keep you company.

all the more reason to keep it a secret.

“miss stark, i am unable to override your father’s requests. they are top-priority in my system,” it’s voice trailed you as you slipped down the hall.

you crossed your arms, walking a faction quicker, towards your room. “keep that up, and i’ll reprogram you entirely,” you threatened under your breath, unlocking the doors to your bedroom with the print of your finger. a stupid, dramatic addition to your security, but a much needed one. especially after a drunken thor and clint had snuck into it, one night when you were out, to dig through your closet and have an ‘avengers fashion-show.’ thor’s idea, after watching miss america for the first time.

needless to say, half your clothes were stretched beyond recognition.

throwing your purse on the plush bed, collapsing next to it, you whipped your phone out.

peter had left you a sweet goodnight message; one you didn’t get too often, thanks to the risk of someone seeing your phone. but, recently, the two of you had begun to become less and less cautious. it read, “goodnight, princess :) tell me next time you can go out please!! also, may says hi. she misses you.”

you giggled, kicking your feet as you quickly sent a reply of your own. “what a charmer. goodnight, parker. tell your aunt that i miss her, too.”

you crandled your phone to your chest, heart fluttering as you stared at your painted ceiling, a wistful sigh leaving your lips.

“in your teen-angst days, y/n/n?” a deep voice mused. steve rogers. “i remember when i went through that … it passes. promise.”

although you appreciated the words of encouragement, they sure did ruin the moment. you groaned, rolling onto your stomach. “uncle steve, i am not brooding.”

he rose a thick brow, leaning against the doorframe of your room. stupid you, for not closing the door. “then, why’s your makeup all messy? and your hair. you look like a mess.”

your heart thundered, a hand raising to touch your lips, lipstick likely smudged from the kisses you planted all over your lover’s face. “shit – nothing. just a failed attempt at a new online trend,” you quipped, unwittingly covering your face.

“you kids are so weird, you know that? you want to look like a train-wreck?” he shook his head, bouncing off the wall with a grunt. “i didn’t come here to banter with you about your fashion choices, though. tony wants your help. main lab.”

you rolled your eyes, making a beeline to shove your uncle out the door. “whatever, tell him i’ll be there. let me just wash this train-wreck off my face.”

by the time your face had been cleansed, hair had been brushed, the entirety of the crew was home, huddled up on the couch. it was obvious that you’d just been training; natasha’s hair stuck to her temples, and vision, ever the gentleman, was rubbing circles into wanda’s skin.

you offered the gang a wave, brushing past them, into your dad’s laboratory. you had always loved it, since you were a kid; the holograms and little gadgets laying around were more than enough to entertain you, while tony sat in meetings day and night. as a pre-teen, you even managed to fix up one of his small, failed projects during one of his trips. though it was tiny, it was enough to have him ruffle your hair, and praise your brains. “must’ve got it from me,” he had said proudly.

you wandered over to the desk, setting your cell phone down next to you as you sat on your favorite seat – a pillowy spinning-chair that your dad had installed when you were 5, so you could watch him work.

“you called?” you said, crossing your legs, peering over his shoulder. it didn’t seem like he needed any help; the man was meticulously deconstructing the helmet of his suit, replacing panel after panel with shinier, sturdier metals.

he didn’t even look your way. “hey, kid. you seen underoos around? he was meant,” he pinched a metal tool between his teeth, “to swing by tonight. i’ve got some new features in mind, too add to his little costume. and some to remove.”

“remove?” you raised a brow.

“he almost electrocuted himself with the taser-web feature.”

you bit your lip, a gurgle of a laugh almost slipping past your lips. “n – no. i haven’t. he doesn’t even live here, y’know,”

tony’s exasperated exhale had you chuckling. “trust me, i’ve tried convincing him and his aunt. friday? call ‘underoos.’”

no response.

“point break’s probably hogging friday again. i can’t believe i gave him voice recognition,” he grouched, setting his mask down. he eyed your cell. “may i?”

you mindlessly nodded, having picked up a project of yours, fiddling with the wires and snaps. it hadn’t been working for years; the teleportation panels couldn’t seem to fabricate, after the one and only time you tested it. what could you have done wrong? the code seemed fine, and nothing had short-circuited –

“so … ‘baby,’ huh?”

your spine went stiff, warmth seeping out of you faster than quicksilver. “sorry?” you swiveled your chair around to see your father, your phone in his hands, dangling it between his fingers, screen facing you. it read a simple text, from none other than peter. ‘baby, do you have the algebra homework? i kind of lost my backpack, lol.’

it didn’t exactly help, that you had a small heart next to his name.

you almost dropped your project. “dad …” you tried, stomach churning. “i can explain.”

“no need. i’m not stupid, kid,” he snapped, slamming your phone on the counter with such force that you knew it was cracked.

obviously not, you wanted to roll your eyes. he was a genius, in case he hadn’t noticed. but instead, you meekly nodded, playing with the hem of your shirt. this was probably the worst way he could have found out.

“what did i say about boyfriends? or, more specifically, boyfriends that could get you killed?” he seethed, looking you straight in the eye.

you felt your cheeks heat, eyes welling. “pete won’t get me killed! for fucks sake, he’s a hero. and he actually cares about me.”

“same difference. he has enemies, y/n. you know what they’ll do when they find out about you? they’ll take you, and torture you, and then end your life.”

y/n. he only called you by name, when he was angry. it was always kid, kiddo, or y/n/n. “what difference does it even make? everyone knows i’m your daughter, you have even bigger enemies, dad. and you trust peter!”

“not with my fucking daughter,” he emphasized, jaw ticking. “i made some mistakes when i was younger, you know. mistakes that lead to a kid when i wasn’t even ready. so, i’m sorry if i’m just trying to protect our innocence!”

you scoffed, getting up, snatching your phone off the table, nearly slicing your skin on the sharp metals laying around. “oh, so now you’re using the fact that i was a ‘mistake baby’ to get the upper hand? real mature, dad.”

“don’t try to turn this on me,” he rose his hands in mock surrender. “you lied to me. i don’t even want to know for how long. i told you, to wait until college. you're not mentally prepared! you don’t even know what love really is!”

“shut up!” you yelled, splaying your arms. “i love him! i do. maybe you don’t know anything about love. i mean, come on! you slept around with women for years, and ended up with me. it took you, what, fifty years to actually get married?”

oh, you’d hit a nerve. he stood, eyes aflame, the lines on his forehead prominent as ever. this was the scariest you’d seen your dad. even when he was playing iron-man, he was still tony beneath the mask.

but this was different.

he opened his mouth to speak, fists tight – but you were faster than his words. before he could watch the tears stream down your face, you sprinted out and down the hall, past the rest of the avengers, who most certainly heard every word said, including pepper, and into your room. you latched it from the inside, falling into your bed, the duvet never feeling softer than it did now.

tony was probably leaving the house to beat peter to a pulp. it was all your fault. you knew to be more carful, to keep a close eye on your phone, your schedule. to not let anything slip. so, how in the world did you manage to out yourself in such a stupid, simple way? you always imagined you and peter telling everyone together, in the future. when you could all laugh it off, and your dad would be happy for you.

not like this.

why did you have to say all that? you could have reasoned with him, but you knew you hurt him, out of spite. and it ached, knowing you may have reduced your own father to tears. you told yourself you would never, ever use his dark days against him. but you lied. you flung it all in his face, with such malicious intent. and you despised yourself for it.

though your vision was blurred, your nose stuffy, you found it in you to pick your phone up off the ground, the screen indeed cracked. you opened peters contact, more than relieved to find that tony hadn’t blocked pete without your knowledge.

‘he knows, pete. i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to. he knows, and i think he hates you now.’ you clicked ‘send,’ pathetically clicking your cell off, not bothering to wait for your boyfriend’s – could you even call him that, anymore? – reply. you buried your face back into the covers, sobs and hiccups leaving in a string from your throat. your eyelids were so heavy. you didn’t want to hear anymore, didn’t want to see peter’s heartbroken face, when you would have to see him again.

so, maybe it was okay, when you let your cries lull you to sleep.

the sun was rising, when you awoke. it was an effort, to peel your eyes open; tears from the night before glued them shut, and you were almost content to keep it that way.

but a familiar knock pulled you from the depths of your depression. a pattern that you and tony had made up, to indicate that it was him at the door. normally, the memory made you smile. but now, it only had your eyes grow glossy.

you didn’t want to open the door.

“i know you’re in there, kid.” his voice was hoarse.

it broke you, in more ways than one.

you padded over, cracking it open to peek through the sliver. tony looked just how you felt, eyes red, puffed, hair a complete bird’s nest, a bit damp from his morning shower. but, even when clean, he looked distraught.

you pushed the door open farther, stepping aside. an offering, to hear him out. and one he took. he strode in, plopping himself on the edge of your unkept bed. though his eyes immediately found your phone, he didn’t dare touch it again, noting the long ridge that now ran through the middle of the glass. “looks like i owe you a new screen.”

he pat the space beside him, and you shuffled over obediently, gaze stuck to the carpet. you were fully prepared for a lecture. you deserved one, for what you said. never in a million years, did you expect yourself to be so crude. just remembering the moment had you blubbering all over again.

“dad – i’m sorry, i know you just want the best for me, and i didn’t mean anything i said! but i really like him, and, and i know, or i thought, you would be okay with it, since you like him, too! and you’re a great dad, i swear, i’m just sensitive, and –”

he hushed you with a gentle hand on your shoulder, shaking his head. “kiddo, don’t beat yourself up over it. we both said things we … probably shouldn’t have.”

he paused, but the look on his face had you shut up and let him continue. “i do approve. of parker, i mean. he’s a nice boy, and definitely strong enough to protect my little girl. i just don’t want you to end up like me – but that doesn’t mean i regret what lead me to having you,” he quickly corrected himself. “i just don’t want you to resent that i wasn’t there for you enough, or didn’t protect your innocence when you were young.”

you understood, where he came from. even he, the smartest man on planet earth, didn’t know how to raise a kid. it was different from coding a machine. a machine, at least, would have everything planned out. it was as simple as writing a story; you knew where it’ll start, and you know where it’ll end. but humans? there are twists and turns, left and right, and there’s nothing you can do about it. there’s no ‘test runs,’ for children. you only get to use your judgment.

“i know,” you said quietly, but not unkindly. “but, dad, you’ve got to trust me more. i’m going off to college soon; you know i’m not really a baby anymore. i need to learn to take care of myself.”

this was one of the few times you’d genuinely seen your father cry, face-to-face. maybe even the first.

“how about i try that, yeah?” he said, weakly. as if he was afraid to let go. “i’ll start with peter. the kid … i’m proud of him. and you.” He rose from the bed, excusing himself, obviously too proud to break down in front of you. and though you wanted him to stay, to keep talking with you and to clear everything up … there would be a time and place for that. “you two make a good couple,” he nodded, turning form you to dab at his eyes. he rounded the corner, out of your room – only to backtrack and add, “but if he causes you any harm , i swear to thor, i’ll gut him like a fish filet.”

despite the shock still registering, you smirked. “not if i get to him, first,” you giggled through tears. tony’s deep laughter – though strained – was like the medicine to all your day’s problems.

you guys would be okay. it would be okay.

picking up your phone, you dialed peter’s number, a twinge of guilt churning your stomach as you recalled last night’s text.

he picked up on the first ring.

“y/n? hey, are you okay? is mr. stark okay? are we over?” poor boy, his voice was cracking nearly every other word. he sounded heartbroken.

“pete …” you cooed, shaking your head, though you knew he couldn’t see you. “dad’s okay. with you. with us.” … you opted to leave out the horrid fight you had, along the way. “so, no more sneaking in through my windows, yeah?”

you could hear him practically jumping off the walls, talking so quickly, so joyfully, that you could barely understand him. but it didn’t bother you.

after all, you were already busy planning a dinner, for tony to meet peter as your official boyfriend.

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