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ramp-it-up · 2 months ago

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Aw. This is as fluffy as Tony is ever going to get! 🥹

Can I request the prompt 10 (love confession prompts you reblogged yesterday) with tony please? He's always doing something stupid, this is perfect for him 😂😂😂 maybe the got hurt on a mission or a car accident, something like that

Pairing: Tony Stark x assistant! g/n reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 826 words

Outline: Working for Tony meant checking him for injuries every five minutes.

Author's Note: the prompt is: 'Scolding them for doing something stupid, wondering "why did I have to fall for you" and not realising that you just said that out loud'. Nonnie how about Tony is always doing something stupid just to get your attention?, How about that? <3

Warnings: swearing.

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

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You roll your eyes and take a step back just to sigh deeply as you are looking at the image in front of you. It's eight am, and your boss Tony Stark is still in his lab working on god knows what while still wearing his tuxedo from last night.

You never knew being his assistant would be like this, begging him to sleep and take a break and most importantly to wear protective gear. If not always, maybe once in a while.

"For fuck's shake, Tony." You balance the tray with his breakfast on your left hand and push the glass door announcing your presence.

Momentarily Tony stops and looks at you. "Morning already?" He chuckles and returns to his work, holding a gas lighter in his hands and fixing something.

"Did you sleep at all?" Futile question but you like to hold on to hope.

"Yes." He glances back at you with a shit-eating grin. "Feeling very well rested."

"Tony." You sigh again and place the tray on the table closest to him. Almost immediately he reaches out for the cup of coffee and downs it with a loud gulp. You narrow your eyes as you watch him wondering how on earth his throat is not burning.

He winks at you as he places the mug back on the tray and returns to his work.

"Thank you for this lovely breakfast. Much appreciated."

"Tony, you have to eat something."

"Two cheeseburgers. Call me when they arrive."

You roll your eyes once again and look at the tray. Maybe if you left it there he'd munch on the sandwich. Maybe you could tell him that the cook had an emergency and didn't show up today and you had to make his breakfast, maybe then he'd see. But you don't tell him anything, you just nod your head, and inform him of his schedule, bulleting things you know he doesn't want to hear.

"That's all for today." You conclude and move to leave the room but just then a loud thump was heard followed by a crank and Tony groaning.

What was he working on had exploded on his hands and now it was all smoke? Panicked you reach out for him asking him if he's injured as the smoke sprinkles in the house pour out the water in the designated place. This scene had played out too many times, already and you feel your heart sink when you hear Tony's laugh.

"Not as hot as your coffee." He points out, pushing the machines away. "Would have loved to have it finished though. Better luck next time."

"Tony one of these days you're gonna harm yourself and I'll be the one having to call the coroner."

"Remind me to write it in my will that no one should prosecute you for any harm."

"Tony, it's not funny. You should be at least wearing a helmet and protective gloves."

"Hmm, I could have sworn at some point I was actually wearing them."

"Oh my god, Tony."

It's almost stupid trying to find reason with Tony Stark. It's almost as if words just leave his ears without ever contacting him. You don't know if you still have it in you to yell at him and scold him for all the things he doesn't seem to care about. If only you could take care of him. If only. You begin to move away from him, the feelings getting too much. How much more can you watch him harm or injure himself again and again until it's too much?

"Why did I have to fall for you?" You murmur to yourself as you push the door open.

"What did you say?"

"Huh?" You narrow your eyebrows together and let go of the glass door rushing a little for the stairs. There's no way you said that out loud, right? Maybe he thinks you were talking to yourself. No harm was done, at all.

"Y/N." He shouts after you and begins to walk towards you, reaching out for your hands.

Shit, you really can't run up the stairs, you're gonna have to see him again no matter what. Might as well, quit and move to Botswana. He'd never find you there.

"What did you say?" You shut your eyes as he touches your hands which are now curled inside your fists.

"Ever thought that I might be doing some things just for you to notice?"

You don't want to open your eyes, if you open your eyes, the dream will surely end.

"I got all day, don't worry, I can wait." He chuckles as he leans forward and you can feel his lips against your knuckles. Soft, warm, and full of love.

It takes you several moments to open your eyes and even more to speak again and when you do, you finally repeat the words back to him. And he responds by sealing your lips together like a promise.

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mrshargreeves · 28 days ago

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reading gender neutral fanfic totally not cause every afab fanfic makes you read ten chapters solely focused on the readers pussy

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teddypines · 9 months ago

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Nighttime Troubles

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Summary: Y/N having trouble sleeping with out their dad while their other parents try to calm them down and get Tony back in bed.

Note: Gn!Reader, around 3 years old. Yes Soap is the name of her sheep plushie, because i love my Soapie to much and he needed to be in my story.

Art/picture is from Pinterest, credits go to whoever made it. I just put it together like this.

Translations: Dorogoy = Sweetheart (And expensive, for some reason, if you know why this is please tell me. Translate is weird.)

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Y/N was having a rough couple of nights, the nightmares they had were getting too much for their little mind. Feeling so many big feelings and seeing scary things in their dreams. This didn’t bother the Avengers however, they all loved the little koala. Their koala was a bit of all of them. Their little miracle in life, their light. After defeating Loki everything went pretty fast for the Avengers and just 2 years later they got married, all 6 of them (Tony bribed the minister and the person that would approve the paperwork) and in 2015 their little koala was born.

Natasha was walking Y/N around the master bedroom, shushing them as she bounced them a bit in her arms. “shhhh, Dorogoy, it’s okay momma is here. No more nightmares, shhh.” She whispered to the little one as Thor came back into the room with a few extra plushies from Y/N’s room. “I didn’t know which one they would want, so i got them all.” Clint laughed a bit and grabbed the little sheep plushie from the stack in Thor’s arm. “This one, Soap, remember this one Thor. Soap is the favorite.” Natasha rolled her eyes and kissed Y/N’s cheeks.

After a few minutes Steve was done warming up Y/N’s bottle and quickly made his way back to the bedroom. “Any progress?” He asked worriedly as he handed Natasha the bottle. “No, not yet, Bruce is still trying to get Tony to come to bed, but he’s probably dealing with his own nightmares.” Clint answered. They all knew that Y/N slept the best between Bruce and Tony. Probably because they liked being in a science sandwich and Bruce and Tony were the warmest out of the parents. Natasha yawned as she sat down on the bed with Y/N. “Thor? Do you still have that story book somewhere? that one with both folktales and fairytales?” She asked, hoping that reading to Y/N would calm them down.

“Yes! I’ll grab it and read to the little one!” Thor cheered as he walked over to the book shelf and grabbed the book Natasha mentioned. He went to the bed and sat next to Natasha and Y/N before starting to read in the soft tone he only used with Y/N. “This one is called ‘The Forest Bride’. There was once a farmer who had three sons,” Thor read to Y/N, and secretly Natasha. Y/N wasn't crying anymore as they suckled on their bottle while listening to Thor reading their favorite story.

Steve and Clint smiled at the three of them on the bed. “I’ll go check on Bruce and Tony.” Steve said before stepping away from Clint. Sadly Steve jinxed it, Bruce walked into the bedroom. Clint gave Bruce a worried look and opened his arms for him. Bruce walked defeated into Clint’s arms. “I tried, he just won’t listen to me right now. He’s scared to go to bed and then hurt Y/N if he wakes up” Bruce explained quietly. Steve sighed. “I'm going to talk to him, this is the biggest load of bull shit i’ve ever heard, and that is saying a lot.” he fumed before leaving the bedroom.

Bruce looked over at the bed and saw Natasha asleep against Thor with Y/N on her lap. Thor was still reading the story to their koala. Clint looked down at Bruce. “Wanna go sit with them?” Bruce nodded and Clint smiled as he helped Bruce to the bed. He made sure Natasha, Bruce and Y/N were okay with Thor, who was now happily reading the next story in the book, before following after Steve.

When Clint was close to the lab he could hear Steve and Tony yelling at each other. He walked around the corner and saw Tony tinkering on one of his suites while Steve yelled from Bruce’s desk.

“Just don’t Steve, just don’t, okay? I am not going to bed!” Tony hissed as he slammed down his screwdriver. “No, I won't let you stay up like this. You have to sleep, you need sleep to function. How are you supposed to take care of yourself or Y/N if you are not sleeping, not well rested. You know it's safe in the bedroom, you know you won’t hurt us or Y/N. You know damn well that you are just running away right now!” Before Steve could say more Clint put a hand on his back and gave him a look.

Tony looked over at Steve when he didn’t continue his rant. He saw Clint by Steve's side, he let out a big sigh before responding. “I think I know my own health better than you do Star Spangled Banner. Now leave me alone! I do not need this! I do not need sleep. I do not need you, or anyone else to take care of me! I am fine!” He yelled at both his husbands. He didn’t need them, didn't need to be told he wasn't actually doing fine, but even with a few years of therapy and loving partners, Tony could still fall back into old habits.

Clint tried to reach out for Tony, tried to tell him he was wrong but yelling came from the hallway before he could. A very angry Natasha, followed by Thor and Bruce came Into the lab. Y/N in her arms. “Anthony Edward Stark! Hold your child!” She hissed before handing Y/N over to Tony. Y/N reached out for Tony and he reluctantly took them from Natasha. “Daddy…” Y/N whispered into Tony's shoulder. This broke Tony a bit, not just a bit, but more than he liked to admit.

“I… I think I might need some help… And Someone to take care of me and take me too bed…” Tony admits as he held the little koala. Natasha smiled and grabbed onto Tony's arms. “Let's get you two to bed. Thor will continue his story and you two can cuddle with Bruce. We'll deal with the rest tomorrow” Natasha said before leading Tony away from his work.

Soon after both Y/N and Tony were on the big bed. Thor reads more of his stories to Y/N, and the others. As Bruce held Tony close with Y/N in between their science sandwich. Y/N was already fast asleep when Thor finished the first story. With Natasha following shortly after. Clint was the next one to fall asleep, somewhere between story three and four, happily in Steve’s arms. Thor fell asleep while reading after Steve fell asleep. But Tony stayed awake, like Bruce. Him keeping an eye on Tony.

“Want to talk about it?” Bruce asked Tony, he was worried. “Not right now. Is that okay? we will talk about this later?” Tony answered to which Bruce pulled him closer, letting Tony be the little spoon. “Yeah, that is okay. But we are going to talk about this, because we are worried and want to help you, because we love you. Just like we love this little koala.” Bruce said before fixing Y/N’s hair a bit. “Just let us help you like you always want to help them.” Tony nodded his head slowly before kissing Y/N’s head. “We’ll talk after I slept for more than 6 hours.”

“Just close your eyes” Bruce whispered before he felt a small kick against his back. “Go to sleep” Steve whisper yelled tiredly. Y/N hugged Tony’s arm and snored a bit as Bruce and Tony finally closed their eyes to sleep.

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Somewhere in the middle of the night Soap, the sheep plushie, fell out of the bed. This was quickly noticed by Y/N who started to wiggle out of the science sandwich. they crawled to the end of the bed and reached over the end towards Soap. they almost had the plushie before losing balance. With a small thud they fell off the bed and hit their bum on the floor.

Loud crying woke everyone but Clint, he didn’t wake up since he didn't have his hearing aid on. Yes he forgot to take them out after falling asleep next to Thor and the battery was now dead. Steve was the first to get to Y/N he picked up the little one and the sheep. “shhh, baby doll, it’s okay. Daddy is here, shhh, you’re safe in daddy’s arms.” Steve whispered to Y/N. Thor shifted over to Steve and Y/N and carefully took them from Steve. He gently put Y/N underneath his nightshirt and held them and Soap against his chest.

Thor always thought Y/N was given extra sensitive and given bigger emotions by the gods then normal people, or Asgardians. They were he’s sensitive little angel, who needed a lot of touch to feel safe and deal with the big emotions and feelings. “There we go little poptart. Nice and warm with pappa, no one can hurt you here.” Thor rubbed Y/N’s back as he took them back to the bed. Steve smiled at Thor and how comfortable Y/N looked against him. “Owh look at you, are you comfy with pappa?” Natasha asked the sleepy toddler when Thor lay down next to her. Y/N nodded their head and stuck their thumb into their mouth.

“So no need for a science sandwich anymore I see. Well i'll be back in the lab if you all need me” Tony announced and tried to walk past Bruce and Steve. Only for Steve to grab Tony by his shirt collar and pulls him back towards him and Bruce. “You need sleep, Tony. Back in bed.” Steve said in a stern but caring tone. “Or what?” Tony tried. “Or I will lock the lab and you won’t be able to go in until we think you can go in again. No more new Ironman suites or weird nicknacks. No more Peter Parker coming over for his ‘internship’.” Steve answered. The thing about not doing fun science things with Peter did it and Tony walked back to the bed. Tony liked (Loved) Peter too much, some might say he was his son.

Bruce and Steve made it back to the bed and lay down besides the others. Y/N was already fast asleep again underneath Thor’s shirt. Clint was still asleep and snoring as Natasha cuddled up to him. The others pulled the covers back up and snuggled up before going back to sleep. Tony did try to sneak out of bed again once when he thought everyone was sleeping. only for Steve to pull Tony back onto the bed and hold him against him.

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ransomwrite · 1 month ago

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Too Much Knowledge

Tony x Writer! GNReader

Summary: Tony falls for a writer, who knows too many things that seem concerning for others.

Word Count: 734

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Tony wasn't the best at relationships, they were either flings or one-night stands. Going out when the air was cold and the skies were dark, then woke up on his bed with a splitting headache and a person he barely remembered. It didn't bring him satisfaction, but it was the life he was used to.

That all changed when he met you, standing in his favorite bar, looking like a figure straight out of a painting. He walked up with his usual confidence and struck up a conversation. Expecting to drink and get influenced by the party, but didn't expect you to go on about your stories.

You spoke of your ideas, how a simple thought can expand. How you talked about writing, reminded him of his love for his own machines, and the two of you clicked instantly.

After that one encounter, he started meeting with you again on dates. Making plans, fussing over every tiny detail like you would notice, he wanted everything between you two to be perfect.

A year passed and you had made yourself comfortable with the Avengers after Tony introduced them to you. No one in the tower expected him to settle down with someone rather than running to another person and causing drama.

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Tony let you hang around inside his lab, claiming he needed you as his motivation. You sat in a corner reading a book while he looked at blueprints, overlooking every detail and flaw, mumbling to remove the silence in the room.

"You think it'd be a good idea to put some poison in the suit for a self defense mechanism?" He turns to you, wondering if you had any insights or ideas you may want to add that could help.

"Depends on how lethal you want it." You reply, giving a simple glance before going back to your book. "You could use cyanide if you want them to lose consciousness and give cardiac arrest. Maybe mercury, since it causes neurological impairment, kidney damage, respiratory issues, and gastrointestinal problems."

He stares at you, not at all concerned that you knew all that information, instead he gave a smirk. "You know how to make them?"

"Yeah. I researched it for my book." He nods and grabs his pen, writing the ideas on his blueprints. "Thanks babe."

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You walked into the room, wanting to grab a drink. Tony and Steve were arguing at the kitchen island so you moved past them, both barely realizing you were there.

Thor walked in a few minutes later and struck up a conversation with no means to let you leave the room.

"You should learn self defense, human." He suggested, swinging his hammer around with a wide grin. "It will come in handy!"

"I'd love to, but I'm busy with stuff." You politely decline as you set your glass down on the sink. "Besides, I already know enough about fights."

The god took that as a challenge, he steps back while you wash the cup, and lunged in for an attack. Being caught by surprise, you kicked him just below his lungs, knocking the air out of him.

Having hit him in the diaphragm, you had successfully given him a difficult breathing. And with how hard the kick was, it would stay with him for about a week.

Steve and Tony had already stopped arguing and watched how everything happened. Tony started laughing hysterically while the soldier looked concerned.

"I'm so sorry!" You quickly apologize, going to Thor's side and making sure he was alright while he caught his breath.

"Remind me not to mess with you." Tony says through fits of giggles, wiping away his tears.

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The gang arrived back to the tower after a tiring mission, you watched as they made their way to the living room to relax.

They all went on about what had happened during the fight, you could hear all the stories and some mistakes they had made. Some laugh, others grumble from embarrassment. You walked in with two cups of coffee and made your way beside Tony.

"Ah, how do you get blood off your clothes?" Banner whispers from beside you, more to himself than to anyone. He looked down at his labcoat that had bloodstains on it.

"Shampoo." You answer without any hesitation, taking a sip of your coffee as you scroll through your phone. Everyone stops and turns to look at you.

"How do you know that?" Steve raises a brow.

"I looked it up for my book." You explained, voice a bit low as you realized how concerning that may sound.

Tony wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer with a smirk on his face, brows furrowed as he looks at you. "Babe, isn't your book a fairytale based one?"

"Yeah, and?" You grin and take another sip. "Books need some drama and flavor to it."

"See this is why I love you." He plants a kiss on your cheek, the others groan at your displays of affection.

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cece693 · 27 days ago

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inhuman reader who can't control their power, and chooses to distance or isolating from people so no one gets hurt due to their uncontrollable power. but banner always look out for them to get comfort or give them an advice since he had the same problem. (platonic, like father figure for reader or something. i love your story btw)

YOU'RE A MONSTER, BUT YOU'RE TRYING

pairing: platonic! bruce banner x gender neutral reader

The cabin sits at the edge of the world.

Mountains roll like the spines of sleeping beasts beyond the trees, and the lake out front is glass until the wind touches it. You like it here. It’s far from people. Far from cities. Far from the tightness in your chest that comes whenever someone gets too close and you imagine the worst again—that the power locked inside you might slip.

You know how easy it would be. Just a breath. A panic. A bad dream. The wrong emotion. So you live alone.

Almost.

Bruce doesn’t knock when he visits anymore. He just pushes the screen door open like he belongs, takes one look around the cabin you never quite finish furnishing, and sets the grocery bag down on the counter like a ritual.

“Still eating like a medieval monk, I see,” he murmurs, peering into your nearly empty fridge. He doesn’t say it like a joke. Just a fact, soft and dry and familiar.

You sit in the sunlit corner by the window while he starts a kettle, leaning back in the chair like your spine’s made of brittle glass.

“You know, it took me years to stop counting the days since my last ‘incident,’” he continues, not turning around. “Like it was a prison sentence. Day 47 without transforming. Day 112. Day 304. I kept expecting the green guy to come crashing back through.”

You glance at your hands. They’re steady right now. Calm. Human-looking.

“Do you still count?”

“No,” Bruce says gently. “But I remember how it felt.”

After a while, he sits down across from you, nursing the chipped mug he always uses when he visits. Silence befalls the two of you, Bruce sipping his tea and you watching the steam curl into the air. Neither of you rushes to fill the quiet. That’s an unspoken rule—you don’t need to speak unless the silence becomes too heavy to bear. And even then, Bruce never demands you carry more than you can.

You trace your thumb along the arm of the chair, rough and scarred like your own memory. Then, softly: “I almost killed someone. Before I came here.”

He nods.

“I wanted to die after,” you add.

He nods again.

“But I didn’t.”

“No. You didn’t.”

You look up. His eyes are kind in that haunted, tired way only someone with blood on their hands can manage. Someone who’s forgiven everyone but himself. “You think it ever gets better?”

Bruce sips his tea before answering. “It gets different. Not always easier. But you get to learn the shape of it. The rhythm. You’ll know when the wind’s changing. When it’s time to leave a room. When it’s okay to stay.”

Your throat tightens, but you don't cry. Not in front of him. That’s another unspoken rule between the two of you. He brings comfort, but you carry your own weight. Bruce just watches you, like he’s measuring how deep you’re sinking and how best to pull you back.

You speak again, barely above a whisper. “I don’t know how to be around people anymore. I don’t know how to stop thinking of myself as dangerous.”

“You are dangerous,” he says. “So am I, but that’s not a flaw. That’s just a fact. But you also care. And that’s why you’re out here instead of pretending nothing happened.”

Bruce rises with a groan and opens a window. The pine-scented air spills into the cabin, fresh and grounding. “I’ll stay the night,” he says casually. “There’s some new sensor tech I brought up. Figured we could set it up tomorrow. Might help you track the fluctuations before they hit.”

You nod. That’s how he offers love—through tools and science and tea and the quiet reminder that you aren’t a monster for being afraid of yourself. That you're trying.

"Okay."

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softspace-fics · 4 months ago

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Flare up

Over the last few days i've had extremely bad flare ups of my joint pains and honestly needed to be able to express it. I was originally going to do a Loki or Stucky fic but I think I needed just a little more StrangeTony in my life so... here we are! I hope you all enjoy. Thank you so much for the love and feedback on my latest posts, I really missed being active. That said, THANK YOUU! Enjoy!

Masterlist - All my work!

Warnings⚠️: Tears, mentions of Tony's trauma, joint pain, comfort, love.

Cg!strangetony x GN! little reader

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Feeling pain wasn’t uncommon for you, constant join pain whether it was in your wrists, knees, ankles, hips or anything else that could cause pain was normal to you. You were able to normally fend it off with some light pain meds and maybe wear a brace for a little and you’d be able to survive.

This pain was not survivable. The agony in even rolling over on your bed was enough to want to scream. It was like something sharp was stabbing your spine and hips as you sat up.

You tried to get up and go take some meds, but on the way to the bathroom it was too much, and you ended up sliding down the wall in the hallway, your legs throbbing from the maybe 10-foot walk.

The only time that you’ve ever felt pain this bad is when you were a kid, and your joints would flare so bad from playing too hard. This pain felt awful. You wanted nothing but your caregivers to come and take all the pain away.

Strange and Tony had been sent on a mission a few days prior, and you weren’t sure when they would be home. All you could do is hope it would be soon.

As you stand back up slowly, you make it to the bathroom before rummaging through the pain meds you have, grabbing some. You take the highest dosage you can take and sit on the floor, crying.

Before you can even register any of the noises coming from the living room, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You freak and move away from whoever is touching you before you realize that it's none other than Tony. His face is full of concern as he gently picks you up off the floor, placing you on the counter as he stands with his hands on your face, making you look at him.

“Baby what happened? Why are you crying? What hurts?” His answers are as soft as he can manage but thinking the worst his eyes are full of concern.

Breaking down fully, you hug him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder about how bad your back and hips feel, begging for him to make it stop, to make it feel better.

He holds you tenderly but closely as he slowly rubs circles onto your back and hips, kissing your cheek. He knew what it was like to have severe pain and be unable to truly think of anything but it. After all of the surgeries and pain he went through to get his chest piece, he wishes none of this type of pain on anyone.

He softly pulls away after your tears become dry heaves and walks over to the bathtub, turning on the warm water. He grabs some Epsom salts and bubble bath, putting them both in before turning towards you and pulling you back to his chest as you try and catch your breath.

“Baby let's get you in a bath so we can try and get you to feeling better, okay? Did you take any meds?” He softly asks, rubbing your back again.

You nod your head, pointing to which ones you took. He nods and kisses your temple before helping you to get undressed and into the tub. Something he loves to do is bathe you. Although in this circumstance all he wants is to see your tears fade.

As the warm water encases you in it, your back and hips eventually start to try and loosen, the pain becoming more bearable as the meds and warm water help.

Your dada sits next to the tub, holding your hand and kissing your temple as he watches you visibly relax some. He knows the next little while is going to be hard for you both. Seeing as strange won't be back for at least another few days, there's nothing more you both can do than just hope that your normal remedies work.

As the water eventually runs cooler, Tony unplugs the bath and helps to get you out and dressed into comfortable clothes before picking you up and taking you to lay on the couch.

Once you're all set up on the couch, he turns on your favorite show and goes to make you breakfast. Even though he doesn’t want to let you leave his sight, he does his best to make your favorite foods before eventually joining you on the couch and feeding you.

Even though the pain was bad and all you wanted to do was cry, having your dada there to help you made it a little easier. The next few days were spent either on the couch, in the tub, or on your Dada’s lap as he tried to help relieve some of the pain by massaging your hips and lower back.

Once your papa got home on the 4th day of pain, he was able to help you feel a little better with some of his remedies, as well as just being there like your Dada was the entire time.

You eventually felt better and back to your normal amounts of pain, but without your two caregivers you weren’t sure you'd ever feel as happy as you do, especially seeing how you felt in the midst of the pain.

If there was anything your caregivers were able to do, was bring a smile to your face and make all the sore and bad days' worth every second.

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deniable-masterpiece · 4 months ago

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words can never describe how much I need Pervengers or something, heroes who save the day but without restraint in their horniness. like Spider-Man who wears only the mask and maybe just his spidey symbol on his chest like a harness, letting his cock and ass and feet out for everyone to see and use. Tony building a suit around everything but his crotch (impractical, i know, but maybe he has a covering for it in case of emergencies). Steve doing the same and having a revealing suit that gives anyone access to his hole or dick, letting it flop around while he saves people. Same for Bucky. Bruce not even bothering to stay dressed when he hulks out. just all of them need to be absolute public sex fiends and freaks

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loganwritesprobably · 1 month ago

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Back Pain (T.S.)

Synopsis: Reader is Tony’s physical therapist turned lover, and he has a horrible habit of spending too long in his workshop and ending up in pain. As reader helps soothe that pain, Tony asks a question, and reader immediately soothes that pain too. Tags/Warnings: Tony/GN!Reader, physical therapist!reader, age gap, established relationship, Tony is insecure, non-sexual massage Word count: 931

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Tony was ridiculous. Even as he got older, the man insisted on holing himself up in his workshop for hours at a time, focusing on his new genius idea. You’d told him time and time again that he needed to take more breaks, either longer breaks or more regular breaks - it was up to him which he preferred - yet he didn’t seem to heed your advice. Which was made even more insulting by the fact that you were his physical therapist before you were his lover, but you chose to understand that it wasn’t personal. The man is just a fool. Lucky for him, you still acted as his physical therapist when you were needed.

When, without a word, Tony threw himself down on the bed beside you with a loud groan, and a twitch that you recognised as a sign that he’d hurt his back quite bady, you only sighed.

“How many times have I told you?”

“I know- more breaks, I didn’t realise how long I’d been there.”

“Liar. I told FRIDAY to remind you to take a break every half hour.”

“I tune her out you know that.” Tony retorted, and you just sighed. Carefully, you lifted yourself up to straddle his hips and sat yourself on his ass, beginning to gently rub his back, helping to ease his pain.

When he’d first hired you, it had been because Tony had torn his ACL and it was giving him a lot of trouble, especially when trying to do his work as Iron Man, and he needed assistance with the pain and recovering from the injury. You’d worked well, he’d told you as such and tipped generously when you refused to let him pay double your usual rate. You’d accepted the money, because you would’ve been a fool not to, even if you didn’t feel good about it. You were doing the same work anyone else with your qualifications would’ve. Happy explained later that it was because you didn’t fawn over him, or attempt to seduce him, which the three young women he’d spoken to before you had done.

That reasoning came back you four months later when Tony asked you on a date, and the irony was certainly not lost on you, but you’d come to enjoy his company and value his opinions, so you’d accepted. The two of you had dated casually for two months before becoming official, and three months after that you were living with him. You were glad you’d been friends first, and then dated for a prolonged period before moving in, even if having a live-in physical therapist wasn’t particularly uncommon for people with Tony’s wealth, because you had more time to get to know him as a person, and come to understand the habits that now pissed you off beyond belief. You were able to ignore them, or accept them easier with a deeper understanding of where they came from.

Tony grunted as you worked on a knot in his back, but you didn’t let up until you were done.

“This is why you’re meant to take breaks. You’re getting too old to be hunched over your desk for so many hours at a time.” You scolded, and Tony turned his head so he could look up at you.

“Don’t call me old. I’m not that old.” He insisted, tone stern though the playful smile on his face completely ruined the effect.

“You’re over ten years older than me, Tones.” You pointed out with a raised brow, then nudged him back into the proper position for you to continue with your massage. You shuffled backward slightly, to be sitting at the bottom of his thighs so you could work his lower back, which you knew from experience would be more sore. His posture was a thing of nightmares.

You lifted yourself back down to the mattress, and took Tony’s hand in yours, returning to your aimless scrolling on your phone while Tony stewed. If asked, you’d have said you figured he was enjoying the relief from your massage, or his current project was running through his mind, thinking of calculations you’d never understand. So, when he instead said, “does it bother you?” you were caught entirely off guard.

“Does what bother me?” You asked in response, turning to Tony with a small frown.

“That I’m over a decade older than you.” He said simply, shifting slightly to sit up fully, holding your hand in both of his, absently playing with your fingers. That was an easy sign that he was nervous.

“If it bothered me, I’d never have agreed to go on that first date with you.” You replied, shuffling in closer, lifting your legs up to rest over top of his, then wrapped them around his waist.

“You sure? I mean, I’ve seen the shit the tabloids say about you.”

“The things they used to say, until you sued them all and bought two. You fixed it. For me. Because you care about me. And I care about you, Tony. I don’t give a shit what anyone else thinks.” You assured, and it was so easy to close the space between you both, pressing your lips firmly together in a warm, reassuring kiss.

“I love you, Anthony Howard Stark.” You said firmly, cupping his face in both your hands.

“I love you too, doll.” He replied, a completely lovestruck look on his face.

“I’ll love you for the rest of my life, not just yours.” You said softly, pressing your lips together for another gentle kiss, as if sealing a promise.

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th3-c0rps3-r0gu3 · 2 years ago

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*Wanda walks into a room excited*

Wanda: hey guys! Did you know if you heat up a knife enough you can cut a loaf of bread and have instant toast!

Tony: imagine stabbing someone with that!

Natasha: well the knife would burn through the nerve receptors so it wouldn't be very effective.

Y/n: *cuddle up against Natasha* it's effective if you want information.

Wanda: why do that when you can have toast!? 😟

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reginaphalangelobster · 6 months ago

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Sweetheart

Steve Rogers x Reader feat. Avengers

Summary: A simple game slowly leads to a lifetime.

Warnings: a few swear words, some very hot scenes, fluffity fluff, mutual pining, mentions of nomad Steve specifically his hair and beard (yes! that's a warning), reader wearing Steve's hoodie (also a warning, gets me every time, and yes I did write a whole fic about it Hoodie)

Word Count: 3.5k

Notes: I wrote this with a female reader in mind but I think it works for any gender, there are no pronouns used and no use of Y/n, Steve calls reader sweetheart.

Everyone was drinking and having a good time. Tony remembered something he had seen earlier in the day and decided now was the best time to bring it up.

"Y-You know it's weird how fasc-cinated the public is with us" He slurred, waving his scotch around and spilling it slightly.

"How's that, Tones?" You questioned while blinking abnormally fast.

"I saw a-a thhhing on my phone, said vote on each 'venger's best look"

"Like Nat's 'I'm gonna kill you so bad' look?"

"No, ap-pearanceses"

"Ooooh, that's kinda strange, isn't it?"

"What?" Stephen asked as he flung his head up, only hearing the word 'strange'.

"Not you, Dr Otter" You and Tony replied at the same time followed by a small exclamation of acknowledgement.

"It's like a quiz" Tony continued.

"What?" Clint asked.

"The thing I was just talking about"

"Oh, right. A quiz?"

"Yeah, wanna do it?"

"I don't know, I'm not good on tests"

"It's not- It's opinions, not right or wrong"

"Okay, shoot"

Tony cast his phone to the large TV in front of everyone and started the quiz.

"What is the le-legendary genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, Tony Stark himself, 's best look?" He read off the screen.

"You always look pretty much the same" Nat stated.

"First one, little scruffy" Steve said simply.

"Yeah, his hair's cute when it's floppy, like you could run a hand through it and it'd still look adorable" You agreed.

"Adorable? Drunk you is pretty honest, this is gonna be fun" Tony smirked "Natasha Romanoff, the fierce woman of the avengers"

"Oh God" She sighed.

"The half red half blonde, super cute, especially in a braid" You smiled at her.

"I'd have to agree" Bruce added.

"Next, The God of Thunder and long hair, what's Thor's best look?"

"Ooh, the short one!" You exclaimed.

"How dare you?! That was not consensual!" Thor boomed.

"Sorry sweetie, but you've got to admit, it was hot"

"Pfft!" Loki laughed out.

"Did you just go pfft? You don't pfft" Bruce turned to him.

"My brother is not that hot"

"I think Happy's shirt would beg to differ" You counter.

"What about your mug?"

"I don't know what you are referring to"

"The mug that has 'This meeting would be a lot better if one of you were Loki' written across it"

"Oh, that mug. That and Happy's shirt were gag gifts from Tony, like Cap's Cap cap"

"Pardon?"

"Tony got Steve a cap with his Captain America logo on it, so it's Cap's Cap cap"

"You mortals are pointlessly confusing"

"Alright next question, speaking of Gods, Loki the God of Mischief and sexiness has great hair as everyone knows but what look suits him best?"

"I am beginning to like this quiz after all"

"Christmas tree" Nat states blankly.

"I am not beginning to like this. What do you mean Christmas tree?!"

"In New York, your hair had the outline of a Christmas tree. Don't look at me like that, they put tinsel in it" She points to you and Sam.

"ThAt WaS yOu?!"

"He dared me!"

"You said dare me to put tinsel in Loki's hair, I didn't do shit"

"Until I had the tinsel"

"Well it was already there"

"By the great heavenly kingdom of Valhalla I swear I will-"

"Tony, why don't we just move onto the next question?" Steve tried to diffuse the situation before Loki turned everyone into frogs, again.

"The question we've all been waiting for, the most gorgeous avenger, Bucky Barnes!"

"He's the most gorgeous?" Nat asked, a twinge of jealously in her tone.

"You're way prettier than Bucky" You reassured her.

"Hey?" Bucky lightly hit your arm.

"She is" You shrugged.

"Stevie, who's prettier?" Bucky looked to his friend.

"I don't want to choose between my friends"

"Come on, Captain"

"Uh, um.....neither"

"What?" They both blurted out in shock.

"You are" He said softly as he looked into your eyes.

"Th-thank you" You blushed.

"Of course he picked you" Bucky grumbled.

"And last but certainly not least, the very handsome face of the Avengers, Steve Rogers"

"Nomad Steve" You spoke a little too quickly.

"Really?" He asked you.

"Uh-yeah"

"Oh I toootally agree" Sam responded "That slightly long hair, a little unkept"

"And that beard" Bucky agreed.

"And the way he looks like he could just pin you up against a wall and-" You saw everyone looking at you and Steve's face covered in a bright red blush "I'm oversharring again, aren't I?"

"Yes" Bruce said, sitting in the corner, just a little mortified.

"I think that's enough for the night, I'm going to bed" You almost beckon from halfway down the hall already.

You thought that would be the end of the topic, after a while you didn't really think of it at all. Not long after, Steve had to go on a mission and boy did he have a surprise for you when he got back. The mission lasted about a month and you were really beginning to miss him. One evening you opened the door to your room and felt something behind you, someone. They pushed you into your room and slammed the door shut, they spun you around and you saw that it was Steve. You lit up instantly by just seeing his face, he had grown his beard back and his hair was a little messy and longer. Just as you were about to open your mouth to compliment him on the new-old look he pushed you against the wall, no, he pinned you against the wall. He held your wrists tight by your sides, you saw the look of desire in his dark clouded eyes. Before you knew it his lips were on yours, moving fiercely and hastily, full of passion and lust. As he pulled away he bit your bottom lip lightly, causing you to let out a soft whimper. The sound almost making him drop his tough exterior.

"This what you wanted?" His voice was deep and rough, making your body quiver.

"God yes" You breathed out shakily.

He transferred his grip on your wrists to your waist. He lifted you like you were nothing, like you weighed less than a feather. You wrapped your legs around his hips and grasped his neck in your hands, clinging on and keeping him close. He held you up against the wall as he continued kissing you roughly, deeply. You could feel your stomach aching, your whole body was aching, for him. He could feel the heat radiating off you as he trail open mouthed kisses down your jaw and it was addictive. You tilted your head back and to the side, giving him better access to your neck. He found that soft spot under your ear that made you moan so sweetly and his lips latched on. He sucked and bit marks that were sure to turn bright purple and he ran his tongue back over the spot gently, soothing your inflamed skin.

He kept up this pace, kissing and sucking and biting and licking all over your neck and upper chest. You tugged on his hair, rough enough that it made him bite your shoulder, hard. The sensation of his teeth sinking that far into you made you throw your head back even further and let out an almost primal, animalistic moan that just spurred him on all the more.

His fingers dug into your hips, certain to leave bruises you would admire for days. He pulled you off the wall and sat you on your dresser.

"Y-you know" You began, your words near breathy moans at this point "The bed's over there"

"Soon. First I want you on every surface possible"

His tone mixed with his words made your breath hitch, you could've sworn your heart stopped for just a moment. One of his hands came up and ripped your shirt off. He tossed it to the side and you toyed with the hem of his. You pulled it up slowly, running your fingers over the taught muscles of his body. You pulled the shirt over his head and when his hands returned to you they were on your thighs. His lips flew down your neck and to your chest. He kissed every inch of you within his reach, the feel of him all over you, hot and wet. He undid the top button of your pants and lifted you again. Your hands moved from his neck and discarded your pants on the floor. He carried you to the couch and laid you down. He hovered over you and you scrambled for his belt.

"Uh uh, not yet" The teasing in his tone made you squirm under him.

"Well that's not very fair is it?"

"Life's not fair sweetheart"

He continued his mission, his mouth was all over you. He moved down the couch, sitting between your legs. It was quite a sight, Steve Rogers, Captain America, America's golden boy, situated between your legs, looking up at you with the gaze of a starved animal. He took one of your legs, started at your ankle and kissed his way down. The contrast between your silky smooth skin and his rough scratchy beard made you grateful to be alive. He moved tantalisingly slow, never breaking eye contact for a second. It was like your eyes were tethered to stare at each other forever and you wouldn't have it any other way. You looked down past your heaving chest to see your knee slung over his shoulder. His chest was pressed up into the back of your thigh, pushing your muscles just right. His lips went so low, so close, so far down your inner thigh and he pulled away. The bastard pulled away. You never would have thought he'd be a tease. He did the same to your other leg, starting at the ankle and working his way almost all the way down. He laid down, his shoulders under both of your legs and he got so close. He kissed your lower stomach and he moved down. Finally, you thought. He kissed over the top of your underwear, taking the waist band in his teeth, pulling just a few inches away and releasing it, flicking against your body. He pulled even further away, devastating you.

"Steve" You whined "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Watch out or I'll have to put that dirty mouth of yours to good use"

"Please do"

He chuckled low, the sound reverberating through you and sending shivers down your spine. You kissed him again, this time soft and sweet, full of the love you had been hiding for so long.

He pulled away and stared down at you, at your beautiful face. He meant what he said that day, he thought you were beautiful, so beautiful it hurt. It hurt when he saw you get all dressed up for galas and charity events in those fancy clothes that fit your body so well. Or when you'd go out to clubs with Nat and Sam, those two always dragged you out, trying to get you to meet someone but you were never interested. For so long it had only been Steve. Wearing something outrageously short for the '40s like Steve was used to, but you looked amazing, you looked amazing in anything. He remembered the first time you trained together and you wore skin tight workout gear, he barely made it through the hour. But his favourite, his absolute favourite, was when you had just woken up. When your hair was all messy and your eyes were only half open. You'd say good morning in a raspy voice full of sleep and you'd smile at him so softly he thought he'd melt. All he wanted was to see that smile and hear that voice every morning for the rest of his life. One day was just, he didn't know quite what. It was an oddly chilly morning for that time of year and all of your winter clothes were packed away. You looked through the freshly washed laundry you had done the day before and you found a blue hoodie, it looked so comfortable and soft and most importantly warm. You pulled it on over your head and it fell halfway down your thighs, just covering the pyjama shorts you were wearing. You walked down the hall and into the kitchen like you did every morning. You greeted Steve and he greeted you back before noticing what you were wearing. It looked like you were wearing his hoodie, only his hoodie, nothing else. He blinked for a moment, opening and closing his mouth, trying to speak but not knowing what to say. You reached up to grab a mug off the top shelf and the hoodie rose up. He didn't want to look, no that was a lie, he thought he shouldn't look but he couldn't help himself. When he was met with the sight of your shorts you could say he was more than a little disappointed. You turned around and saw him staring at you.

"What?" You laughed "I can't have something in my teeth, I haven't eaten yet"

"I-is that my hoodie?"

"Oh, that's who. I'm sorry, it was in my laundry and I was cold. I can give it back"

"No you look nice. Nice and warm" He only just caught and corrected himself.

"Thanks"

He didn't know it yet but ever since that day, whenever you were feeling sad you wore his hoodie and it comforted you more than anything else.

He brought himself out of his memory haze and back to now, to you. He saw you looking up at him, wondering what he was thinking. He leaned down and whispered into your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"Sweetheart, you've been so good, it's time for your reward"

He picked you up and you latched onto him once again. This time he finally took you to the bed. He laid you down so soft and gentle like he was handling something so precious, he was. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and his finger trailed down your cheekbone. His hand moved back to cradle your head and his thumb caressed your cheek so lovingly. His usually innocent blue eyes stared into yours, boring into your soul. The two of you truly connected, in a way neither of you had with anyone else, only each other.

You woke up the next morning, in his arms. You couldn't believe you were finally where you had dreamed of being for so long. In fact you actually pinched yourself, just to be sure. You couldn't help but smile even brighter when you looked back up to see him looking down at you. This was one of those moments you'd experienced so many times before. It took you completely out of the moment and you noticed just how pretty he really was. His eyes, full of so much hope and joy matched with pain and sadness. His eyes, full of time, years of time and he wanted to spent the rest of it with you. He laid on his back, his chest rising and falling with his steady breaths. His right hand was snaked around your waist, even in his sleep his grip never faltered. You laid on your left side, your cheek on his chest, snuggled up to him. Your right hand was laying across his body, tracing random patterns slowly.

"Morning" There it was, there was that sweet, soft, raspy voice he had longed for.

"Morning sweetheart"

You giggled slightly at the pet name, your pet name. He called you that because to him, that's what you were. You were so sweet he thought he'd get a cavity. You always did whatever you could for others, sometimes they knew and sometimes they didn't. Like the way you helped Bucky. When he first came to the tower he only had Steve, Tony was still upset with him and after hearing what had just transpired the rest of the team weren't very welcoming. But you were different. You trusted Steve's judgement and you welcomed Bucky. He stayed in Steve's room for a while, still too scared to be alone in a tower full of people who didn't much care for him. You decided the best way to get to know Bucky and hopefully help him was to get to know him in a setting he felt comfortable in. You brought a sleeping bag to Steve's room and explained your thinking. Bucky was offered the bed and the couch but he still chose the floor, so you joined him. Steve was in his room with the door open and you and Bucky were in the small living room attached. He was by Steve's door and you kept you distance, trying not to crowd him by sleeping on the other side of the room. He curled up and faced away from you. You heard him gasp for air as he came out of a nightmare. You slowly approached him and took his flesh hand in both of yours. You were gentle but your grasp was firm, reassuring him that he wasn't in his nightmare. Steve got up and came to the door but you shook your head and he stepped back. He trusted you too and he knew that you had a lot of experience with nightmares, you helped him after all. You slept with Bucky on Steve's floor for a month, until Bucky was ready to go to his own room. You slept on his floor for the first night, then you returned to your own room, next door. Sharing a wall, you were able to hear when he had a nightmare and you always came and sat with him like you did that first night. Thankfully, after some time, the nightmares were a rare occasion for him.

Steve loved how you cared for his friend, for everyone. He was the only one who noticed the small things you did. One of the simplest but kindest being whenever you would go to the grocery store you would buy a box of pop-tarts, a dozen plums, a bag of decaf coffee and a punnet of blueberries. Pop-tarts for Thor because he ate them at an alarming rate, plums for Bucky of course, decaf coffee because it always worried you how much coffee Tony drank, so you would replace it with decaf whenever you had the chance, and blueberries also for Tony, he liked having a snack while he worked and they distracted from the coffee.

There were other little things you'd do that just made Steve fall for you even more. If someone had a tough mission you'd cook their favourite meal for dinner, perfectly, and if their suit was torn you'd sew it up. They didn't ask you to or expect you to but you'd just take it and return it to them, fully mended and cleaned. Whenever you noticed his pencils were getting short or his sketchbook was getting full you'd go to the little store that had the supplies he liked. You wouldn't make a fuss about it, you usually just left a book and a box of pencils on his bedside table. And God, did he love to draw you. The first time he tried he obsessed over it, wanting the sketch to be as perfect as you. After a while it became almost mindless, if he didn't know what to draw he'd find himself drawing you.

He looked down at you now, lying in his arms with a huge smile on your face.

"I love you" It just slipped out, he meant it, he did love you but he didn't want to scare you off. He panicked for a moment when you didn't respond.

"I love you too"

He sighed a huge breath of relief "You know you're everything to me, right?"

"I do now"

You brought your hand up to his cheek, you thumb ghosted over his lips.

"You call me sweetheart"

"I do"

"Why?"

"Because you're so kind and giving, you always put the team first and you're well, sweet. Like with the pop-tarts and plums"

"You're the reason"

"What do you mean?"

"I saw your face when I got you a sketchbook or when I got Bucky plums, you know, small things. I saw the way you looked at me or at least the way I hoped you looked at me and I wanted to see that look again"

"Really?"

"Why else do you think we have plum pies every other week? Or enough Pop-tarts to feed an army, or I guess Thor for a couple weeks"

"You did that just to see me happy when I was watching you?"

"Yeah" You said nervously, hoping he wouldn't think you were quite as pathetic as you felt.

"God, I love you"

He pulled you into a kiss and you could feel his smile against your lips.

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jayce-snipes · 1 month ago

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Tony Stark x GN Reader HC

Title: Tony Stark x GN reader relationship HC

AN: okay soooo some of these are my own and some of them are random generated hcs that i thought suited him... anyways these are written with a male reader in mind but no pronouns are used so anyone can enjoy. The reader is assumed to be taller then Tony though, so im sorry if you are short 💔

WC: 717

-He's short and this reflects in his cuddling

This is well known (he’s only 5’8) because of this, he likes to pretend that he is taller than he is. This is evident in cuddling, where 95% of the time, he will be the big spoon. It makes him feel taller in a weird way. However if you get him in just the right mood, after a long mission, or several days working in the lab with Bruce he will be willing to be the little spoon, this is not willing and often with a mutter of “This is stupid” or something similar, but, he will let it happen and enjoy it (even if he pretends he doesnt)

-He is so scared of clowns…

The team took a trip to a local circus (on Tony's dime) for Steve’s birthday. It was going well until two clowns came out and started juggling. Tony noticeably tensed but stayed seated, hoping that it would be over soon…Then they went into the audience. They mainly went up to little kids, giving them balloon animals and other small gifts, then they spotted The Avengers and started coming over. Needless to say, Tony bolted from his seat and hid in the bathroom until you texted him, promising they were gone.

-He relies on you to go to sleep

It is well known that Tony does NOT take care of himself when he throws himself into his work. Bruce has long since given up on trying to make Tony take a break and often goes to bed and comes back to see Tony still working, and in the same clothes. This is where you come in: you lure him away with a soft gaze and a gentle tug on the arm. He will usually follow you, but only after a flirty comment; something akin to: Okay, but only if you get in the shower with me”. The result is usually you showering with Tony, and then forcing him to take a long, well-deserved nap (regardless of what other plans he had in mind).

-He loves it when you cook for him

Bro loves it when you cook for him, even if it's just a grilled cheese sandwich. He will come up behind you and place his hands on your waist, mumbling sweet nothings in your ear. This is for two reasons: One he cannot cook for shit and will promptly burn whatever he was going to make. Two: When he was young, he didn't get home-cooked meals in the normal sense, while all the food was homemade, it was cooked by an endless swarm of maids. He enjoys feeling taken care of by you, and it always puts him in a good mood.

-He is very handsy

He is very touchy; he's not a jealous type; however, he does like to make it known who you belong to. Whenever the two of you are out at an Avengers event, he is always touching you in some way. It's either holding your hand, an arm around your shoulder, or an arm around your waist. It's unconscious, too; he doesn't even think about it, it just happens. If you are touch opposed or don't like PDA, he will try to tone it down, but let's be real, if you are in a relationship with Tony Stark (genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist), you probably don't mind him showing you off.

-He snores… badly

He’s in bed at a normal time so rarely that you tend to forget, but holy shit, he snores like a freight train. The worst part is that he tends to do it right in your ear while he's holding onto you. It's the worst when he's sick, to the point that you either wear earplugs or make him sleep in a separate room.

-He eats a lot of random shit

When you are not around to feed him and cook food for him, he will eat the most random shit, even things that probably should not be eaten. On one occasion, when you were visiting a friend, Clint sent you a photo of Tony drinking straight liquid water flavoring with the caption “come home, honey, the kids need you”. On a semi-serious note, you are trying to teach Tony how to take care of himself when you are not around, to varying success….

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jiyascepter · 1 year ago

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Midgard Mischief: An Evening in New York

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Pairing: Loki x gn!reader

Words: 1,831

Warnings/Content: Fluff. Loki and reader are both Avengers, soft, protective Loki, kissing, mention of other mcu characters (say hello!)

Summary: Loki's first trip to the Earth realm. You take him for an evening out in New York where his protective instincts surface.

A/n: alr first of all let's appreciate this beautiful candid picture of tom. he's so beautiful i can't. i just. can't. this is one of my favourite pictures of him.

Also I needed some suggestions. I'm thinking of writing a series (or more like, parts) ─── 'Midgard Mischief' where the reader & loki visit different places on earth, like they do in this fic. There will be different plots, not connected to each other. How is the idea & if you like it can you suggest some places (countries, famous tourists attractions, random places, anything! ANYTHING!) if possible? It would be a great help! Dms are always welcome !

After a long wait of six months, your boyfriend Loki was finally in Midgard. For the first time. Last time you met him, Thor had invited you to Asgard to fight some dark elves and their leader, Malekith. That’s when you fell in love with his brother, the charming god of mischief.

Today you decided to take Loki out with you and show him around your city like he had when you came to Asgard. But for Loki, it was more like a challenge, almost scary, to face everything in the realm.

The air of Midgard was thick with unfamiliarity— every sound and sight was alien to Loki as he traversed the bustling streets of New York City. His blue eyes darted through the tall skyscrapers, the throngs of people, and the cacophony of noises that assaulted his senses. Layers of confusion built in his mind whenever he saw the bizarre blend of technology and…magic? Is that what it is?

“Images and sounds transmitted through a glowing box? It's like watching a vivid dream unfold before my eyes, except I'm certain no magic was involved. Or was it?” He asks you while you both were passing an electronic shop with many televisions of different sizes on display. “Humans can’t do magic, Loki. I told you before.” You respond with a smile, finding the confused expression on his face too cute.

You were excited for him to be introduced to these things. Things that you used to find normal were a whole new concept to him, and you loved it when he used to listen to you so carefully— the innocent baby-like expression on the almighty god of mischief.

Loki was never one to admit fear. The unfamiliarity of the mortal realm, coupled with the constant possibility of unforeseen dangers, stirred a sense of unease within him. He always had thought mortals were one of the weaker species in all of the nine realms because of shorter life and no knowledge of magic, yet when seen closely, they were a beautiful yet a scary kind. Able to progress so much in a little span of time was fascinating yet frightening at how much these mortals can progress out of curiosity, if given the resources.

Yet, he knew he had to conquer his apprehensions to savor every moment with you, determined to make the most of your time together despite the lurking fear of losing you amidst the chaos of the place.

You take him to Times Square, as what better place could it be for a newcomer to visit?

As you two approach the iconic location, vibrant lights and towering billboards illuminated the night sky, casting a kaleidoscope of colors upon the bustling crowds. Loki’s grip on your hand tightens. So many people. Mortals. Unknown mortals. What if you get lost here? What if someone just grabs you away from him? What if he loses the grip on your hand and gets lost and never finds his way back to you?

You smile at Loki’s reaction, thinking he’s just flabbergasted with the scene. "Welcome to Times Square, Loki. This is one of the busiest and most dazzling places on Earth." Loki looks at you and his face softens and glances back at the buildings. "It seems mortals have a penchant for excess.” You chuckle. “Hm…you could say that. But it’s certainly captivating isn’t it?”

“It’s quite…different from Asgard.” He says with a tinge of fascination as well as skepticism. You snicker and nudge him playfully. “Well, that’s the beauty. It’s diverse, chaotic and endlessly surprising.”

You both continue to move along the street, with you leading Loki through the multitude of people. You notice he was holding on to the helm of your top tightly as you move through a narrow space and turn your head and give him an assured smile. “You’re not gonna get lost, Loki.” He huffs, a tinge of red on his cheeks as you point that out. “But you can."

“Come on, I know this place well.”

He rolls his eyes and looks at you. “The place is too crowded, one glance away and you’ll be gone. And let’s not pretend there are no other dangers as well.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What other dangers?”

Just then, a speedy car whizzes by, its blaring horn causing Loki to instinctively pull you closer to him, shielding you from the potential danger. His heart races for a moment, the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he realises the precariousness of mortal life in such bustling environments.

"That," he says, his voice low with concern, "is one of them."

You take a breath, still holding on to him tightly after what happened. “That was close.” He looks down at you, stroking the back of your head and looking at you with concern. “See, I told you. How you managed to survive all this time here is beyond my understanding.”

You chuckle. “I’m fine, Loki, and this incident was just a matter of chance.” You lean in and place a comforting peck on his cheek. He scoffs, cheeks red, but not taking in your point.

“Just take care of yourself, that's what I want…” He mumbles, takes your hand, and walks forward with you.

As you continue your stroll through the vibrant streets of Times Square, Loki's protective instincts seemed to have heightened after the car episode. He was keeping a watchful eye on your surroundings, his grip on your hand never loosening.

Suddenly, a street performer dressed as a superhero approaches, causing Loki to tense up. He positions himself between you and the performer, eyeing him warily as if he were ready to defend you from any potential threat.

You can't help but snicker at his overprotective nature, finding it endearing how he's so quick to jump to your defence.

“Easy there, sweetie.” You chuckle, gently tugging on his arm to calm him down. “He’s just a harmless street performer.”

Loki relaxes slightly, but his guard doesn't falter. He shoots the performer a distrustful look before turning his attention back to you, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he realises his overreaction.

"Sorry," he mutters sheepishly, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. "I just don't want anything to happen to you. You’re too precious."

You smile reassuringly, squeezing his hand affectionately. "I know, Loki. But you don't have to worry. I'm safe with you." His face softens and he leans in to place a kiss on your forehead.

Just then, you realise that maybe the hustling roads of Times Square might not be a place of interest for Loki. You hold his hand and start to pull him along with you.

“Where to, my darling?” he asks.

“A museum.”

As you step into the cool, quiet space, Loki's tense shoulders begin to relax, and he takes in the sight of the ancient artifacts and priceless artworks with a sense of wonder.

You guide Loki through the museum, stopping at various exhibits to admire the intricacies of each piece. His eyes light up as he marvels at the craftsmanship of ancient weapons, the delicate beauty of sculptures, and the vibrant colours of centuries-old paintings.

"Impressive," he murmured, a hint of admiration in his voice. "It seems mortals have a talent for capturing beauty."

As you both wandered through the halls, Loki's curiosity was piqued by a particularly striking painting depicting a scene from Norse mythology. He studied it intently, a flicker of recognition crossing his features before he masked it with a smirk.

"Ah, a tribute to my exploits," Loki remarked, his tone laced with amusement. "It seems I've made quite the impression on your kind." You chuckle. “You’re unforgettable, that’s why.” He smirks, then continues reading through the information provided below the exhibits. He liked it here, it was calm, and not many people were visiting at this hour, allowing him to soften his guard a bit.

“You know,” you say with a light smile playing on your face, your voice echoing through the empty hall, “I always had this fantasy to kiss my boyfriend in a museum.”

Loki turns, a grin on his face as he approaches you. “Is that true, darling? And why a museum?”

You blush and look away. “They just used to show it in the movies a lot…” You murmur.

With you talking about movies all the time, he knew what you meant. He cups your cheeks and turns your face back to him. “So I should fulfill the wishes of my beloved like a good lover, shall I not?”

He takes your hand and pulls you into a corner, tugging your hair behind the ear. You attempt to cup his cheeks, but he takes your hands and gently holds on to them, then reaches out to caress your lower lip softly with his thumb.

“Thank you for bringing me here…” he says in a low voice, then lets go of your hands and leans in to meet your lips.

When you finally pull away, breathless and flushed with desire, Loki gazes into your eyes with a look of adoration and longing. "I never knew a museum could be so…stimulating," he murmurs, his voice husky with eagerness.

You laugh softly, pressing another lingering kiss to his lips. "Well, now you know," you whisper.

x ────

On the following day:

“Jarvis, read the morning news for me.” Tony calls out while walking in the living room of the Avengers compound.

"Sure, sir,” Jarvis says, reading out the heading, ‘Museum Security Footage Captures Romantic Encounter: Mystery Couple Caught in Kiss.'

“In an unexpected turn of events, the security cameras at the renowned Museum of Art and History, New York, have captured a heartwarming moment between two individuals. The footage, obtained by museum authorities during a routine review of surveillance tapes, reveals a tender exchange between two individuals amidst the quiet halls of the museum.

The couple, whose identities remain unknown, can be seen sharing a passionate kiss in a secluded corner of the museum, seemingly unaware of the camera's presence. The footage, which has since gone viral on social media, has sparked speculation and curiosity among museum visitors and online spectators alike.

‘We are currently reviewing the footage and working closely with local law enforcement to identify the individuals involved,’ stated museum director Dr. Rebecca Thompson. ‘While we encourage visitors to appreciate the art and history within our walls, we must also ensure the safety and security of our premises at all times.’ " Jarvis finishes reading.

Tony, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Ugh, seriously? We’re making out in museums now? Can't people save that for the privacy of their own homes? And here I thought Loki was the only one causing mischief around here…" He shakes his head, a look of mock disgust on his face, before turning his attention back to whatever project he has been working on.

Jarvis, in his usual composed tone after running his data on the museum pictures, "Actually, sir-"

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Scrapbooking with Momma

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Sumary: Bonding with Natasha while learning how to do arts and craft. Nat showing Y/N her scrapebook and Y/N wanting to do it too so they can be like Momma. Steve showing up at the end for a moment.

Note: A Short one this time, but filled with fluff. gn!reader, around 4 - 5 years old. Also thank you all very much for the 100 followers and the support, it means a lot to me.

Translations: Dorogoy = Sweetheart (And expensive, for some reason) Detka = baby/babe

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Y/N helpt Nat Bring down all the craft spices they could find around the compound, to the kitchen table. Nat was going to help Y/N with learning proper crafting skills. Besides, Y/N was now at the age where having those skills and the knowledge of crafting would be key and important for other things later in life, mostly to prevent accidents and bigger messes. As Nat carried the two bigger bins, Y/N carried the smaller bin with the little trinkets.

“Momma? Why are you carrying the big bins?” Y/N asked as they looked over the smaller bin up at their momma. “Because we are going to need all the craft stuff we have, so I can teach you and help you with your crafting skills. Of course we are going to have a fun afternoon too.” Nat answered once she set the two bins onto the kitchen table. “Okay, Momma."

Once everything was set up on the kitchen table and Y/N was sitting next to Nat the crafting lesson could begin. Nat showed Y/N her own scrapbook first, it was the one she was making now, but she had a few others she would show once the time was right.

“Wow.”

“Impressive, hu?”

“Yes! I want to do that too!”

“I’ll teach you, Dorogoy.”

So Nat Showed Y/N how to hold scissors and how to glue without making a mess, but most importantly she showed Y/N how to be creative and use that to make art on a blank page of her scrapbook. To put little things together to make something beautiful and capture memories. Nat would get Y/N a scrapbook of their own next time they would go to the craft store. the two of them spending the rest of the day like this, just to them bonding and crafting.

After a little while of the two crafting Steve joined the two at the kitchen table. Doing his own little sketch of his wife and little one. Loving the picture perfect moment. He got surprised when a sticker appeared in the corner of his page, Y/N giggling as they made Daddy’s art better with a rainbow sticker.

"Momma?" Peter called out for Natasha as he walked into the kitchen. "Have you seen Harley and Dad?" He asked while looking around the kitchen. Steve looked up from his sketch and gave Peter a smile. Holding Y/N in place so they wouldn't interrupt their Momma talking to Peter. “Aren’t they in the lab with Dada?” Natasha answered. “They should be there around this time.”

Peter slowly shook his head. “Their not there.” “Have you asked F.R.I.D.A.Y yet?” Steve asked in return. Only for Peter to shake his head again. Y/N got excited and wiggled out of Steve’s hold. “Can I ask!? Please?!” They asked with a big smile on their face. Steve shook his head with a small smile on his face as Peter facepalmed. “Maybe next time, Dorogoy. You know you still have trouble with your words sometimes.” Natasha said to Y/N before she put the cap back on the glue stick. “Otay, next time, promise?”

“Promise.” Natasha answered Y/N. She turned to Peter and gave him a look. “Go ask F.R.I.D.A.Y, and if they are out you can join us in arts and crafts.” She instructed Peter, who nodded and quickly looked up at the ceiling to ask F.R.I.D.A.Y where Harley and Tony were. Turns out Tony and Harley were indeed out, something out Harley needed something for his bike and Tony was all too happy to help him get it.

“Now you can join our crafts!” Y/N said excited, they got out of Steve’s lap and rounded the table to sit next to Natasha again. “Momma showed me how to scrawpebook! She can teach you too!” “Owh that actually sounds really fun, can you teach me too, Momma?” Peter asked as he sat on the other side of Natasha. “Of course, Detka. So you start with a basic idea and a layout. Like this.” Natasha answered and started to show Peter how to do scrapbook, with Y/N helping since they were an expired now too.

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