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sunnysideprincess · 1 year
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Natasha: You slipped.
Tony: Yes. Because you pushed me.
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cowboy-caboodles · 3 months
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How to Get the Hulk to Turn Back Into Your Scientist Boyfriend: For Dummies
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crazycoven · 10 months
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story time snork mimimimi
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porcalinecunt · 7 months
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me? falling for shang tsung? another twisted and bitchy villain but hot?
not bad for a monday tbh
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AAAAAAHHHHHHHH SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP---
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tonybannerblog · 6 months
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solarisgod · 2 months
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We drank One Piece canned sparkling water for the first time last night, then we had One Piece related dream for the first time ever
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vqlfstar · 3 months
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Hey Kid, I'm Here For You
Tony Stark x gender neutral Avenger!Reader (Platonic)
No use of Y/N. (876 words)
Description- Finding yourself slowly consumed by anxiety and worry as self-doubt creeps in, you find yourself comforted by none other than the man of the hour— Tony Stank.
Content Warnings- Angsty with a semi-hopeful ending; reader has an anxiety attack; age gap between reader and Tony (Tony calls you 'kid')
A/N- anxiety attacks can and probably will look different for most people, and so will the preferred ways of being grounded and/or comforted. The following blurb is entirely based on my own experiences with anxiety attacks and my own projection for how I wish to be comforted when I have them. This isn't meant as a guide :)
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Sitting in the dark, on the living room floor of the Avengers tower, overlooking the nighttime New York city in all it's glory should have made you feel good.
Should have made you feel better as you looked at the vibrant scenery, through the one-way window.
But it didn't.
And you found yourself feeling lonelier with each passing minute.
Lonelier than you'd felt in all your years that you had been a part of the team.
There was a time before them— when you went by the world on your own; never stopping long enough to let the loneliness catch up to you.
And then they happened.
Your wonderful family that slowly found your way in your heart.
In all of the movie nights and the sunday dinners and the occasional pillow fights— they showed you unconditional love and support.
So much love, that sometimes it made you feel anxious. Made you wonder if you were really worth all that they had given you. Made you question if they truly meant every kind word they said to you...
You never realized when that occasional doubt had turned into a constant ball of anxiety knotted in your throat.
Didn't understand why— with each passing day— you felt a sense of dread whenever one of them smiled at you.
Maybe it was the fear that one morning one of them would wake up and think you were not good enough for their kindness.
Maybe it was the uneasiness that one day they would realize you were holding back the team.
Maybe it was- "Hey kid, everything okay?"
Snapping you out of your spiraling thoughts, Tony's voice made you look back in surprise.
"Yups! All well!" you replied in a cheery voice, trying to ignore the knots in your throat.
"Want me to switch on the light?" he asked, facing in your direction— most likely looking at you.
"That's alright, Tony. I was just about to leave anyway" you answered, slowly getting up from the cold floor and making your way past the neatly aligned couches.
Your chest feeling a little emptier with each passing step, threatening to let flow all the tears you had been holding in all this time.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
It's okay.
You'll be okay.
You tried to remind yourself to no avail, as your eyesight got blurred away, and you tried to blink away the tears.
"Kid?"
Tony reached out his hand toward you, placing it on your shoulder.
"Hey, look at me," he whispered softly.
'Maybe now he'll know how useless I am,' a voice whispered in the back of your mind.
That was it.
You were no longer able to hold yourself back as your heavy sobs broke through the silence of the tower, and before you could make sense of what was happening, Tony came near you wrapping you in his arms.
"Shhh... I'm here kid. I'm here for you. Please tell me what's wrong."
Tony whispered with a certain anxiousness to his demeanor, rubbing your back.
"Hey... hey, breathe with me," he asserted with an urgency in his tone, feeling his heart break a little as you tightly held on to him.
One hand rubbing your back, and the other slightly caressing your head; whispering at you every now and then, he didn't stop reminding you that he was here for you.
Maybe years passed or maybe just a few moments, but you slowly found it easier to breathe with each passing moment, becoming aware of Tony's grounding presence.
When he knew for certain that you had stopped crying he slowly moved, bringing his hands to wipe away your tears as you avoided looking at him.
Maybe if you weren't feeling so exhausted you would have felt a little embarrassed by the outburst.
But you were tired.
So tired.
And you decided that feeling embarrassed was future you's problem.
"I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that," you quickly whispered, still avoiding looking at him.
"I just had a long day, I didn't mean to—"
But before you could say anything else, Tony once again wrapped his arms around you.
"It's okay kid. You have nothing to apologize for."
You felt a little grateful to your exhaustion— the only thing preventing you from breaking down into tears once again.
Slowly moving away, placing his hands on your shoulder, he continued, "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to... but I'm here. I am here for you. Whatever it is... if you ever want to talk to me... I'm here."
And you knew he meant it.
Nodding slightly, you looked up at him to find him already looking at you with sincerity, worry etched in his features.
"Yes... I know Tony, thank you..." words barely audible, you gave him a small smile that he returned.
"I'll probably call it a night," you said, stepping away, giving him a quick nod.
Against the silence of the night, your footsteps echoed in the darkness, as you walked towards your room.
And for the first time in a long time, you felt the knots unravel a little bit, making you smile softly.
"It's okay, I'm going to be okay," finding the words a little easier to believe too.
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witch0fmanynames · 4 months
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Tony Stark being a Good BroTM
A snippet of Tony being a GoodBro from my fic, Body and Soul - I'm having to much fun indulging myself in descriptions, this is an unedited scene from the next chapter xD
"When he had first moved in, the place had been scarcely furnished in whites, greys, and blacks, a dreadful scene to say the least. Steve hadn’t dared to express his dislike of the suite, seeing as Tony had offered it with no mention of rent, having only known Steve for a few days.
But Tony was smarter than most people gave him credit for when it came to things outside of science. Steve had spent the majority of his time wandering the hallways or seeking other people’s company in the common rooms, not because he wanted to, but because the drabness of his quarters only added fuel to the budding depression that came with being frozen down for almost a century and never quite coping with having fought in a war (now two wars, if the Chitauri were taken into consideration).
And then, after two weeks of feeling homeless in what was supposed to be his new home, Steve had unlocked the door and found movers hard at work.
“Figured you missed your old recliner,” Tony had yelled over his shoulder as a greeting to Steve. “The museum wanted me to pay a gazillion dollars, even though most of it was in storage. I threatened them with legal action, seeing as, y’know, you’re not really dead and technically still own all of this crap.”
His old record player – and the records, neatly sorted into shelves he hadn’t owned, but looked of his time. The dining table he’d shared with Bucky, even the two chairs, one of them with an uneven leg Bucky had sworn he could fix. There were the two paintings, given to him by the old couple living next to him and his ma, a gift to encourage his art, made by the man himself.
The rug had lost some colour, but Tony had clearly had it cleaned. His ma’s porcelain, even some of Bucky’s, had replaced the bleak chinaware in the cabinets. The cookbook he’d inherited from his father stood next to the sink. His grandmother’s quilt was laid on a couch, not the one he’d left that morning, but a new one, new in smell, old in design.
It was the closest he’d ever been to allowing Tony seeing him cry."
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sunnysideprincess · 1 year
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An Omegaverse AU I might never get into writing. But this was eating my brain so—also, trigger warning: non-con which is prevented at the last moment, slut shaming and a lot of Tony whump with fade to black vengeful Bucky
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After the press insinuates Cap bonding to Tony, who is presumed to be a beta, Steve and the team make it clear to Tony and the world that it is a horrible idea. People laugh at the team's "supposed" jokes about Tony's past experience as a loose-canon. Hurt, the genius shuts himself up and nearly brains himself on a heavy piece of machinery, which sends off an alert to two different locations: Rhodey, and Bucky.
Then the team, Fury finds out that Tony's an omega and they all change tunes. Now Steve wants to bond with the genius and the team wants to witness, even as Tony's unwilling to.
Jarvis tries to get the Omega to safety, but is shut down by Pepper, who believes this will be good for Tony (because bonding to a supersoldier would make the genius less likely to die and more likely for the avengers to stay loyal to him). Bruce tries to intervene, but Natasha manipulates him into thinking this would be the best outcome for the team, for Tony.
The team subdues Tony, who is desperately telling them to stop, almost willing to throw himself off the roof without the suit because this is the life Howard warned him about and this is why he hid his status as an Omega. Tony's first tear slips down his cheek and the sky darkens.
Cue sudden rumbling of thunder and Thor materialising on the roof, swinging Mjolnir in rage.
"I sensed an Omega in distress." He then proceeds to wreck the team because he's the god of fertility and has vowed to protect all mothers (yes, including mothers of metal beings with only half a soul) and because what kind of barbarians would force a bonding. He protects Tony till they all hear War Machine touching down.
Rhodey rips these people a new one because how dare they try to force his Tony into doing anything and ", just wait, just you wait. I'm not the only guy you've pissed off by this shit".
And then the elevator opens and out walks the Winter Soldier, ready to wage war on anyone who tries to hurt his (intended) omega.
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anavalancheofstucky · 2 years
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Brooklyn Baby Masterpost
Thank you to everyone that has read Brooklyn Baby! I'm so proud of myself for finishing a fic for the first time ever! The support that we've received has been absolutely wonderful and means the world to me.
Thank you again to @shrunkyclunksbang and all the mods for hosting such an incredible event. Thank you to my wonderful artist @buckymilf for their beautiful art and thank you to my beta @hkandiu for fixing all my stupid mistakes!
Here's all the information you need!
AO3 Links: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Epilogue.
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lynlee494 · 7 months
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There is no warning or retort when a punch to his side causes him to stumble, followed by a searing burn blooming from his left bicep. Clint manages to get cover behind a set of dumpsters as he makes out the distinct ping when a bullet hits where he’d been. Gunshots. He had been shot and the night air was not the least bit bothered by it. Luckily his arm seems to be nothing but a deep graze but his side would have to wait. Obscured and hindered by his uniform at least the compression suit would help in the meantime. Hawkeye only knows one man who handles a gun that quietly, and this makes twice the fucker got the drop on him. Useless.
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ctrsara · 1 year
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Setting Things Straight
@irondadmadlads Irondad Prompt #31: Peter suddenly starts struggling in school. Tony isn’t sure what’s going on, until he learns Peter has a new teacher; one who’s seemingly out to get him.
Tony decides going straight to the source is the best way to handle it.
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tonybannerblog · 6 months
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💜💚🥰❤️💛
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michaeldamico · 11 months
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Even the Christmas spirit can reach the wise guys!
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