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f6bron · 6 months

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smitten.

pairing : iso x gn!reader

notes : established relationship, possessive!clingy!iso >.< , not proofread (fuck it we ball rahhhhh)

"I want you all for myself. If other guys look at you, I get worried that they might like you more than I do. But, oh well, no one can hold a candle to you beside me, babe."

In the confines of your office, the air seemed to hum with an unspoken tension. The day folded with you immersed in work, and Iso, seemingly with nothing better to do, hung around, his attention solely fixated on you. His usual demeanour had given way to an unexpected vulnerability, and his clinginess reached new heights.

“Baby, you need to let me go.” you gently insisted, trying to navigate through the sea of paperwork on your desk.

Iso responded with a low groan, nuzzling his face even further into the curve of your neck as he settled comfortably on your lap.

“No… want you close… with me.”

“But I’m working on something…” you reminded him, attempting to gently pry his arms away from you.

“Don’t care.” he declared.

His arms tightened around your waist, creating a cocoon that seemed to shield you both from the outside world. His broader figure dwarfed yours, enveloping you in a protective hold that was as comforting as it was possessive.

Today, Iso was surprisingly clingier than usual, and you couldn’t fathom the reason why. Unbeknownst to you, he had witnessed the subtle advances of Phoenix and Gekko, two fellow agents who seemed to be flirting with you. The sight somehow ignited a possessive streak within him. However, your ever blissful ignorance left you unwittingly at the center of Iso’s affectionate turmoil.

“You gotta stay with me, forever.” he whispered, his voice muffled as he punctuated each of his words with tender kisses on your exposed skin. The sentiment lingered in the air, a promise of enduring devotion that resonated beyond the confines of the office.

Flustered by his words, you attempted to reason with him. “Baby, what if someone comes in–”

“Don’t care.” Iso interrupted, his determination unwavering. In that moment, it was evident in that, in his eyes, there was no competition.

You are his and only his. And that was non-negotiable.

You sighed, conceding that today, you were losing the silent battle to free yourself from his embrace, as Iso’s neediness became more palpable. His actions spoke of a love that sought closeness, a love that refused to be hidden away.

“Y/N…? Are you cold? Your hands felt cold…” Iso inquired, a genuine concern etched across his features.

Meeting his gaze, you swear you just saw a love shape formed in his eyes, the depth of his neediness mirrored in his eyes.

“Y-yeah… a bit.”

Without his waiting for further discussion, Iso swiftly got rid of his jacket and put it on you.

“No, it’s fine! It’s not that cold–” you protested. However, Iso’s actions transcender mere temperature regulation. It was a symbolic gesture, a silent claim over you, as if to announce to the rest of the world that you belonged to him.

Well, at least to his fellow agents whom he ‘appreciates’ so much.

He shushed you gently, placing a finger on your plump lips, a silent signal that, in this moment, your opinion was secondary to his desires.

“You look good wearing my jacket like that. Don’t take it off, okay?” he murmured, his words carrying a possessive undertone that turned you into a flustered mess.

Attempting to hide your face within the collar of his jacket, you found your wrists held by Iso, preventing you from doing so. His chuckle was a blend of playfulness and genuine amusement, a melody that underscored the unique between you two.

“Y/N ~! Don’t hide that pretty face from me, I want to look at you.”

In the midst of your work, Iso’s unexpected clinginess became a silent proclamation of his feelings. His laughter, his protective yet possessive gestures, and the adoration in his eyes painted a vivid picture of a man deeply and unabashedly in love with you.

Later that day.

The headquarters’ kitchen, typically a bustling haven for the ever cooking-enthusiast Jett, but today was different. It was quiet, which provided a welcome escape from the hustle and bustle of the day. The soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant whirr of an espresso machine were the only sounds that filled the air as you entered to fetch some snacks.

Surprisingly, Phoenix was already there, and his eyes slightly widened with surprise as they landed on the oversized jacket covering almost your whole figure.

“Yo, Y/N, that jacket looks fire on ya! Stole it from Iso, eh?” Phoenix’s voice rang out, the unexpected echo shattering the usual quietness of the space. His mischievous grin added a playful edge to the comment, and you flinched, caught off guard by the sudden attention.

“Uh, I didn’t–”

“Hey, hey. How about you wear my jacket next time? I’ll even let you keep it—”

Before Phoenix could finish his sentence, a voice interrupted, cutting through the serene atmosphere of the kitchen. “Y/N?”

Turning toward the source, both you and Phoenix saw Iso’s towering figure leaned on the kitchen’s entrance frame with a warm smile.

A warm smile, which is only directed to you.

Iso couldn’t help but admired the sight of you dressed in his jacket, which looked too big on you. He should take pictures of you with his DSLR later, he thought. For his own keepsake, of course.

“What took you so long? I’ve chosen a movie to watch tonight, your all-time favourite.” Iso said, his eyes crinkling at the corners with a gentle teasing expression.

“But, I said you can choose whatever movie you want…” you said, trailing off as Iso approached.

As the two of you were about to leave the kitchen, Iso seemingly put his hand on the small of your back, a possessive yet gentle gesture.

Phoenix, however, made a grave mistake.

Phoenix looked up, meeting Iso’s intimidating eyes as he planted a soft kiss on top of your head while keeping his gaze on the fire boy. In that moment, he realised he had unintentionally crossed the line.

He fucked everything up.

The subtle shift in Iso’s demeanour, from playful to protective, sent a clear message.

Y/N was off-limits territory, and Phoenix had ventured too close to the edge.

Without uttering a single word, Iso led you out of the kitchen, leaving behind a confused Phoenix. As the kitchen door slid shut, the lingering tension in the room dissipated, leaving Phoenix to reflect the consequences of his own selfish actions.

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#f6bron #it’s isover #li zhao yu #valorant iso x reader #valorant iso x you #valorant iso x y/n #iso headcanons #valorant fanfiction #valorant headcanons #valorant iso

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elysiantrait · 3 months

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A typical busy university week. 📖

Previous ~ Next

Una semana typica en la universitaria. 📖

#ts4 #ts4 legacy #ts4 gameplay #the sims 4 #los sims 4 #simblr #into the forest legacy #itf gen 1 #manifoldsave #elysiantrait #*elsbeth dove #*melody hecking #*ellison dean

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weixuldo · 1 year

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Allow Me// Ch 2

Vader x F!Reader

A/N: Hiiii! I am back and sorry again for the wait! A friend from out of town was in and I spent the week with her. But from now on, the updates should be more frequent! I also just wanted to say thank you all for the overwhelming support on the last chapter! I truly did not think that It was going to get so much love haha

You must be the unluckiest person in the Galaxy

Warnings: cannon-typicaal violence, weapons, cursing, death, harassment

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You cowered under your bed sheets as you felt the demanding presence of Darth Vader approaching your door. Your heart raced with every whirr of his breath; you knew he could sense your fear.

All he had to do was open the door…

You waited for what seemed like hours for the man on the other side to come bursting in, but to your surprise- he never did, instead he stood dormant at your door for a while until you heard him walk away.

What did he want to do? Intimidate you? If he was going to kill you, why didn’t he do that?

Thoughts raced through your tired mind as you slowly lowered the covers from your head and tried to calm down.

As much as you tried you couldn’t seem to find sleep for the rest of the night.

Begrudgingly, the morning shift system dinged, notioning for you to go to your station for the day. You pulled yourself out of your bed and put on your uniform, yawning the whole way to your post.

As much as the events of last night disturbed you, you were too exhausted to be fully comprehensive; so when you bumped into a supply cart coming down the corridor you could barely make out the annoyed shouts of the worker.

“My apologies” you offered, continuing down the hall as the cart worker shouted some distasteful insults your way.

Once you entered the station your supervisor handed you a holopad and gave you your assignment for the day. You were to check some of the machines on the bridge and then report back to your boss.

Sadly for you the bridge was on the totally opposite end of the executor, but at least today’s assignment was fairly short; before you knew it you would be able to go back to your quarters and fall asleep.

The promise of sleep motivated you to hurry down to your assigned station for the day, thinking of nothing but fantasies of your soft pillows. In the midst of your daydreams you ran into a trooper who was heading down the intersecting hall. The impact made you fall back onto your ass and you looked up at the trooper with a scowl.

“What are you looking at? You’re the one who ran into me!” he barked before continuing on, but not before cursing you under his breath.

You shook your head and grabbed the holopad that landed beside you.

Fuck.

There was a large crack all the way down the small tablet’s surface, great… another expense that’ll come out of your already small paycheck. This has truly been the best week, what next universe?

You finally entered the bridge with the sliding of the doors and observed the glossy obsidian color of the bustling room. Officers and troops bustled on the platform and in the pits to the sides of the main bridge.

You made your way to the lower deck of the bridge and set your bag down beside the machine you were to be inspecting. The generals in the stations surrounding you seemed to be pretty lax with their jobs; leaning back in their chairs, talking about the newest blasters on the market rather than actually paying attention to their screens.

The one closest to you kept tapping his foot against the machine you were trying to inspect which frustrated you immensely.

“Excuse me, Would You mind moving your chair to the side a little, I need some more room to check up on the unit” You asked, as politely as you could, expecting an “ok”. Instead the man scowled and sat upright in his chair.

“No, I will not. I need to stay here and do my duties- the duties of a general, mind you. I’m sure your…inspection work… is much less severe, so I think you can wait” the man said with a patronizing tone.

What in the galaxy has gotten everyone so stiff today? The entitlement of these generals was crazy. You rolled your eyes as you inspected the equipment in front of you; you took the metal plating off and carefully laid out the screws in order to put them back on when you were finished.

Before you could actually get to the inspection part of your job, you felt something hit the back of your head; it was a piece of garbage.

You shot your head towards the direction of the trash and saw the same general, snickering with some of the others in the row before one offered, “oops, sorry, I missed the trash”.

How were these idiots, who obviously didn’t give a shit about their job, getting paid more and getting more recognition than you. You may not have been totally invested in the empire’s agenda, but you did care about the quality of your work.

You took a magnifying utensil to inspect the crossed wires in the back of the unit; that's the problem, the wires were getting tangled with every tap the general dealt to the machine under the desk.

You reached down into your bag and grabbed some pliers to untangle them, but before you could get started, you saw the screen above you blinking red.

You didn’t really know what exactly you were looking at, but it didn’t look good; it looked like there were a few fighter planes approaching the back side of the executor.

That was definitely not good; you looked at the rude general who was supposed to man the station, he was busy laughing it up with some co-workers on the other end of the deck.

“Sir” you called, attempting to wave over the rogue general.

Nothing.

“General!” you shouted a little louder.

He whipped his head towards you with narrowed eyes until he saw the screen and all the color drained from his face. He ran over to his desk, frantically pressed a few buttons, flipped two red switches, and shouted some commands.

Soon you heard the muffled reverbs of the ship releasing tie-fighters into space.

The man sat back in his chair and faced forward, he was sweating and you could see his legs trembling next to the unit you were almost done patching up.

Before you knew it the whole bridge went silent, no more bustling, no more smiling, only silence and anxiety filled the room. What the fuck just happened?

Soon enough the doors of the bridge swished open and your silent questions were answered.

The dark figure of Darth Vader came in with a determined strut; he was not pleased. You lowered your head and finished up tightening the screws to close the machine so you could leave asap. He was the last person you wanted to see today, last night he literally stood outside of your door-probably debating whether to kill you or not.

“Someone in this room has allowed rebel ships to enter our flight deck. Of course we exterminated them, but that does not excuse the uncalculated mistake of someone in this room.”

Vader continued down the top deck; once he halted so did the entourage of troopers behind him. He slowly turned his head and surveyed the room trying to determine who’s blunder allowed rebels to get that close to the ship.

Though you know you did nothing wrong in this situation, your anxiety was through the roof.

Swiftly, he turned towards your direction-

Fuck.

There is no way in the galaxy-

“Your fear betrays you, General” his mechanical voice stated.

You exhaled a short breath, you were indeed not a General. But before you could completely relax the man beside you protested.

“She was the one who failed to alert me, it was not my fault” the General exclaimed standing tall and pointing an accusing finger at you.

What?!

Vader already had it out for you, this was just gonna add to the problem.

He slightly shifted his lenses towards you before turning back to the man.

“I recall the empire bestowed the title of General upon you, not her; am I correct?” Vader questioned in an even tone.

“Y-yes My lord”

“In that case, You are responsible for your station, not her”

The worried officer frantically looked around, before pushing past you to make a break for the exit. His forceful push made you tumble down the small steps from the desk areas to the actual floor, as well as your bag. You landed harshly and winced at one of your heavier tools landing on your arm.

Before you could get up, Lord Vader had a trooper blast the general through the chest and his limp body fell backwards beside you.

“Someone get this garbage off of my bridge” Vader said with a flip of his cape as he headed for the exit.

You began to lift yourself up from the floor, truly ready just to go back to your room; you didn't get any sleep, kept bumping into people, your holopad cracked, dealt with rude generals, got pushed down some stairs, and just had someone die beside you, just another stellar day in the empire.

The bustling sound of the troopers halted making you look back up; Lord Vader was looking straight at you.

“And bring that officer to a meeting room, I need to speak with them”

Just as you began to protest, two troopers secured your arms.

“Better shut your mouth little one” one snapped as the other just laughed.

Great.

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The room was cool and dark, a blinking light in the corner of the room indicated that you were being surveilled. Thankfully you were unbound, but didn't dare to wonder about the room- he could enter at any moment.

But why were you here? Was it because of those troopers the other night? Did the sith lord think that you were spreading rumors about having “relations” with him? Was it because people you had bumped into were complaining about your seeming lack of spatial awareness? No, that’s just outlandish…but what if?

To be honest you were too exhausted to think straight, everything was seeming like a possibility, and you had the worst week, so at this point you didn’t really give a fuck about what would happen to you.

Maybe if he killed you, you would actually find some peace.

The cool air of the room was making you sleepy, your eyelids felt like weights and you couldn't stop them from closing.

Whoosh

The sound of the door swooshing open awoke you from your light sleep, how long had it been? How-

Suddenly all traces of sleep shook from your body as you came face to face with the man in the dark mask.

Sure, you said you wouldn’t mind dying, but now that death was staring you in the face, you felt inclined to plead for your life.

“M-my Lord, I apologize I was”

“Resting… I see. Perhaps I took too long to make my way here” he said, sliding the door shut behind him.

“No sir- um.. My Lord” you corrected as you nervously fiddled your fingers.

“You may calm your anxieties, officer” the man in front of you said as he slowly made his way to the table you were seated at.

His words didn’t do much to calm you but you did relax your posture a bit. He took a stand in front of you, making you eye level with his control panel.

He was so much larger than you remembered, probably since you were more wary of him since you were in his direct interest as of now.

“Am I to be punished for earlier?” you asked, avoiding eye contact with his lenses.

“Not at the moment, is there something I should be made aware of?”

“No, My lord. It’s just that the general who spoke out was not manning his station and I did not want his words to cloud what really happened”

“I thought nothing of the sort, I know you would not allow for such a careless mistake”

He spoke with such a neutral tone that you couldn’t determine whether he was playing with your mind or if his words were truly sincere.

“As of late I have observed your work and am pleased by your dedication to the Empire” he said.

“I appreciate your faith in my work, my lord; but may I ask why I was called here?”

The Sith lord turned towards the camera in the corner of the room and back at you before taking a seat on the opposite side of the table.

“I wanted to thank you for your work on the executor, personally. I have noticed others on board have not treated you the best and yet you still provide quality service”

Your heart began to race even faster, was this a dream? Was Darth Vader himself really praising your work right now? And what baffled you even more is that he noticed how you had been treated throughout your posting on his ship.

You really didn’t expect Vader to care that much about his employees, but maybe he was a bit softer than everyone thought…(unlikely).

Before you could respond he placed a holopad on the table that showed a nicely constructed grave stone with your mothers name, what was this? Your father couldn’t afford this.

You looked up at the man who filled the room with echoes of his mechanical breathing.

“I-I don't understand-”

“As I mentioned earlier, I am regretful you were not able to attend your mother’s funeral procession, so I had the empire deliver your father funds for her memorial. It’s the least I could do” he said, clicking the projection off.

You sat in the metal chair, bewildered; why in the galaxy would Darth Vader give your father money for your mother’s grave?

Your family was a bunch of nobody’s… Nothing attached to your name, but now your mother had a grave of high gentry. It didn't make sense.

As you pondered his motives, the sith lord rose from his seat and proceeded to walk to the side you were on.

You were shaken from your thoughts when you felt a firm and heavy hand on your shoulder. It was a feeling that should have invoked fear, but instead you felt butterflies.

Not many people had been nice to you in your life, so were you just being delusional and trying to make it seem that this sith lord really cared about you?

You knew you needed to be more cautious around him, but you couldn’t help but smile up at the dark figure looming behind you.

“You are stronger than you know, officer, do not let anyone on this ship tell you otherwise” he said before patting you once more and leaving.

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The cool sheets of your empire-grade bed felt nice after your warm shower. You settled into bed with a new sense of pride, someone important, no. one of the most important figures in the galaxy, recognized your skill and talent. He recognized your plights and struggles and gave you encouragement for better.

As you slept your mind seemed to compile every snippet of time that you interacted with Vader into a long dream; not that you minded, but your brain was definitely not helping you suppress your delusions. At this rate you’d be dreaming of a future with the most feared man in the galaxy.

It was stupid to think that was possible, but after all, it was just a dream,

no harm in that.

Except for the fact that on the opposite end of the executor, a sleep deprived Vader couldn’t seem to clear his mind enough to meditate.

He was too busy envisioning the face of that beautiful officer he had been encountering more and more frequently.

This was not a part of the Sith’s agenda, you were a distraction. You needed to be wiped from his mind, but he couldn’t seem to do it. Of course there was an obvious solution; get rid of you- whether it be a transfer or death-

just get rid of you.

But no matter how hard he tried to call for the orders, he couldn’t.

How could he when you had been the only thing that made him feel remotely human again?

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A/N: heheh tysm for waiting for this chapter and i hope this story is interesting u guys!!

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yoonjiwonsstuff · 5 months

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Freckled fascination

Genre: humor, fluffy, no shipping, casual

“Hyung, did you notice that your freckles look like little heart shapes? It’s so cute,” Jiwon exclaimed excitedly, pointing out Felix’s endearing feature. Felix, well-aware of the younger’s fascination with his freckles, didn’t mind at all.

With a chuckle, Felix replied, “Well, I guess they are. They’re just freckles, though.”

“No way, they’re so cool! It’s almost like you could see a whole constellation of little stars,” Jiwon expressed, his eyes shining with admiration.

Changbin, always one for playful banter, seized the opportunity to tease their maknae, not missing a beat. “Jiwon, I didn’t know you were into astronomy. Felix’s face is your whole new galaxy!”

Amidst the playful banter, Jeongin couldn’t hide his jealousy. He crossed his arms, adopting a grumpy expression. “I thought you liked my dimples more,” Jeongin mumbled, trying to mask his feelings but failing to hide his sulky tone.

Minho, always ready to stir the pot, teased Jeongin, “Jealous of Felix’s freckles, huh? Feeling left out?”

Jiwon, still in awe of Felix’s freckles, glanced at Jeongin. “Oh, Innie, your dimples are cute too! They’re like small, little smiles on your face.”

Changbin, unable to resist adding to the playful banter, teased, “Looks like our Jeonginnie got a rival for Jiwon’s attention award. Freckles vs Dimples.”

Jeongin’s cheeks flushed pink as he tried to conceal his embarrassment being caught out of guard. “Whatever.”

Felix, amused by the whole situation, added with a smile, “Seriously, Jiwon, you find a whole galaxy in freckles?”

Jiwon nodded enthusiastically, “Yep! I can count them all day, it’s like a constellation on your face.”

Seungmin, intrigued, interjected, “Wait, Jiwon, do you really count Felix’s freckles?”

Jiwon proudly exclaimed, “Of course! I’ve counted them once. Felix has exactly 62 freckles on his face!”

Felix, baffled and slightly amused, raised an eyebrow. “Wait, seriously? I never knew that! ”

Minho joined in, grinning mischievously, “Jiwon, buddy, are you planning to create a freckle map constellation for Felix?”

Jisung chuckled, “Yeah, Jiwon, what’s next? Constellations on everyone’s faces?”

Jiwon shrugged, unfazed by the teasing. “Hey, freckles are fascinating! And Felix’s freckles are like tiny little hearts.”

Felix laughed, enjoying the banter. “You’re making my freckles feel special sounding all magical like that, Jiwon.”

With a gleeful spark in his eyes, Jiwon extended his small hand, pointing at Felix’s freckles one by one, connecting them in an intricate pattern. “See this cluster? That’s Taurus, and those ones right there make up Sagittarius! Oh, and here, this spot perfectly forms the Big Dipper!”

Felix couldn’t suppress his laughter at Jiwon’s imaginative interpretation in a playfull way . “Wow, who knew my freckles were a map to a whole galaxy?”

Chan, thoroughly entertained, joined in the playful banter. “Wony, you’ve discovered a whole galaxy of Felix’s freckles! What’s next, a freckle-based horoscope?”

Jeongin, rolling his eyes at the playful exchange, muttered, “I still think my dimples are cuter, anyways.”

As Jiwon proceeded to detail each freckle’s celestial representation, the other members chuckled at the unexpected twist, finding Jiwon’s exploration of Felix’s freckles both endearing and amusing.

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Later:

Jeongin, feeling more and more left out, couldn't resist a dramatic reaction when Jiwon moved closer to cuddle with him. "Well, now you want my attention, Am I just a second choice to you? If you like Felix hyung's freckles so much, why don't you just go and stay with him instead of me then?" He said it in a comically grumpy, sulky tone, almost pouting.

Jiwon, still oblivious to Jeongin's mounting jealousy, paused, blinking in surprise. "Oh, Innie, that's not what I meant! I love your dimples too," he exclaimed, trying to reassure his sulky roommate.

Their hyungs couldn't help but chuckle at the entire exchange. Hyunjin, in his typical teasing manner, chimed in, "Oh, looks like we've got a freckle drama in the house now!"

Jisung in his playfully way didn’t let go the chance to tease, saying to the others “I’ve never expected it the day where Jeongin’s gets all jealous over freckles”

Jiwon, in his usual exuberant manner, couldn’t resist teasing Jeongin playfully leaning on the other. As he gazed at Jeongin’s dimple, he reached out, gently poking it with his small finger. “Hey, Innie-hyung, don’t be grumpy. Your dimples are adorable and unique too!.”

Jeongin’s cheeks flushed instantly at the unexpected touch and praise, caught off guard by Jiwon’s antics. “H-hey! Cut it out!” he protested, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. Despite his efforts to appear unaffected, the sight of Jiwon poking his dimple made him feel unexpectedly flustered.

Jeongin, though still grumpy, couldn't help but crack a small smile at the teasing. "I don't care about freckles! Who needs them anyway? I have dimples" he muttered, trying to keep up his façade.

Meanwhile, Jiwon, seeing Jeongin's feigned annoyance, leaned in, playfully ruffling his hair. "Come on, Innie, you know I love bothering you the most."

Their playful bickering and teasing continued, the atmosphere light and fun as always, while Jiwon remained clueless about the real reason behind Jeongin's sulkiness. Eventually, their camaraderie triumphed over any fleeting moments of jealousy, leaving them all in good spirits by the end of it.

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swan-of-sunrise · 5 months

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His Girl Friday

Summary: At Tony Stark's forty-fourth birthday party, the genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist and his longtime personal assistant finally address what's remained unspoken but secretly acknowledged between them for many, many years.

Pairings: Tony Stark X F!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Hi guys! This is my first time writing a Tony-centric fic and I had a lot of fun with it, so thank you for reading and I hope you all enjoy!

His Girl Friday May 29th, 2014 Avengers Tower, New York City (Fanfiction Masterlist)

Being employed as Anthony Edward Stark’s personal assistant was a challenging and often times perilous job, and that was before he’d announced himself to the world as Iron Man. But (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was no ordinary personal assistant; she stood by the genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist when he vowed to stop producing weapons at Stark Industries after being imprisoned by terrorists for three long months, she stuck with him when his secret illness and subsequent erratic behavior drove nearly everyone else away, and she flat-out refused to believe he’d been killed at the hands of the Mandarin. It was evident that Tony Stark was the closest thing she had to a best friend. Lately, however, she’d begun to notice a significant shift in her feelings towards her employer, feelings that definitely went beyond friendship and feelings that she suspected he was feeling as well; she tried her best to keep them at bay, fearful of ruining such a meaningful friendship and throwing away the only job she’d ever truly enjoyed on a baseless suspicion, and thankfully, there were always plenty of distractions to keep herself preoccupied with in her unique line of work.

From her place at the back of the room, (Y/N) scanned over the enormous checklist in her hands to see if she’d missed anything important; the guests were chatting, dancing and taking full advantage of the open bar while the DJ was playing all of Tony’s favorite songs in honor of his forty-forth birthday. All in all, not one of the worst birthday parties I’ve ever planned for him, she thought to herself, a reluctant smile playing on her lips as she recalled the disastrous thirty-ninth birthday party that resulted in the Malibu mansion’s near destruction at the hands of Tony and Rhodey. That particular birthday party was the reason why she’d initially been a little nervous at the prospect of the Avengers attending the soiree, but it only took a brief glance around the bustling common room to see that they were the perfect guests; Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson played pool with Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff, while Bruce Banner hovered near the back of the enamored crowd of people that surrounded a slightly-inebriated Thor and listened to his enthusiastic re-tellings of the adventures he’d had on Asgard. Pepper and Dr. Helen Cho were seated at the bar and chatted over glasses of Chardonnay while Happy was hyper-focused on his phone, no doubt catching up on an episode of Downton Abbey. With an inward chuckle, the personal assistant returned her attention to her lengthy list of tasks as the classic rock music continued to play.

“Hey beautiful, how ‘bout a dance?”

“Sorry, but I’m worki-” (Y/N) looked up to see Tony Stark himself standing before her, looking as handsome as ever in his expertly tailored black tuxedo and flashing her his signature grin that never failed to make her heart skip a beat. “Hey, you. How’re you enjoying your birthday party?”

Tony tucked his hands into his pockets and shrugged noncommittally. “It’s one of your better-executed extravaganzas, I will say, but it would absolutely skyrocket to the top if I could spend the rest of the evening with my favorite personal assistant.”

(Y/N) arched a skeptical eyebrow. “Tony, I’m your only personal assistant.”

“Exactly, which meant you get the title by default. Yay you!” The billionaire gave her a small applause and she simply heaved an exasperated but fond sigh at his typical theatrics. “C’mon, Girl Friday, you’ve been working your ass off all night and the Birthday Boy says that you should take a well-deserved break.” As his trademark smirk softened into a gentle smile, Tony took his hand out of his pocket and offered it to her in a clear invitation to join him. “Please?”

Although her heart was screaming at her to take his hand and allow him to whisk her into an evening of laughter and coy flirtations, the rational part of her knew that she had a job to complete and that anything more than a friendly conversation could jeopardize their platonic relationship. Masking her disappointment with a shrug and apologetic smile, (Y/N) shook her head and held up her checklist for him to see. “I’m sorry, Tony, but I still have so much to do; I’ve gotta do another check-in with Maria and the security team downstairs, make sure that the pastry chef brings out the cake on time, that the waiters serve the guests champagne at the right tempera-Tony!” She exclaimed when Tony’s hand shot out and snatched the checklist out of her grasp. “Anthony Edward Stark, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting rid of an obstacle,” Tony easily replied, holding the checklist above his head and snickering when she unsuccessfully attempted to snatch it back. “Seriously, Girl Friday, just one dance and I’ll let you get back to your boring planning. I’ll even avoid bugging you the rest of the night if it means I can spend a little time with one of my best friends.”

Tony’s rare sincerity softened (Y/N)’s heart, and she felt her resolve crumble as she stared into his gleaming brown eyes. “All right, one dance. Do you ever get tired with always getting your way?”

“Nope!” Tony happily popped the ‘p’ and tucked the checklist into the pocket of his tuxedo jacket before offering her his hand once again, and (Y/N) smiled to herself as the billionaire escorted her to the edge of the dance floor and whisked her into a slow dance to Bon Jovi’s ‘Bed of Roses.’ The warmth of his hand on the curve of her waist combined with the feel of his body brushing up against hers caused her heartbeat to quicken its pace, and she silently prayed that he wouldn’t notice the effect he had on her. “You know, I was being serious before. You’ve truly outdone yourself tonight, (Y/N), and can I just say that you look amazing?” Tony’s eyes briefly glanced down at her red chiffon evening gown and he gave her an appreciative nod. “Mm-hmm, hot-rod red is definitely your color. So, what’s your secret? How is it you can organize and schedule a genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist’s entire life and look drop-dead gorgeous while doing it?”

(Y/N) chuckled in amusement, the skirt of her gown swirling around her legs as he twirled her in a circle. “We all have our own superpowers; you fight aliens and terrorists in a red and gold Nitinol suit, and I oversee the hectic life of the man inside the suit to the best of my abilities.”

“Not sure which is the more dangerous job, to be honest.” Tony smirked, expertly guiding her back into his arms and holding her slightly closer than he had before. “But if I could do that death-glare that you’ve perfected over the years, then that would sure make my job a helluva lot easier and people would think twice before messing with Iron Man.” (Y/N) arched a brow and in response, Tony snickered. “Yep, there’s the death-glare!”

“I hate to burst your bubble, but this death-glare is tailor-made for Tony Stark and Tony Stark alone,” (Y/N) replied with a wry smile, and the billionaire’s grin widened as she looked into his sparkling brown eyes. They danced together in a comfortable yet expectant silence, almost as if one was waiting for the other to speak first, but both remained quiet while the 80’s power ballad continued to play; it wasn’t until she noticed the way he was biting his lower lip – one of the few tell-tale signs that there was something weighing heavy on the billionaire’s mind – that (Y/N) finally mustered her courage to address him. “You got a lot of cool presents this year, not to mention hundreds of thousands of dollars in charitable donations gifted in your name. Not too shabby, huh?”

Tony shrugged and replied, “I’m a sucker for gifts and I’m beyond stoked that we’ve raised so much in donations, but…” His eyes briefly flicked downwards to focus on the fluttering movement of her chiffon skirt, suddenly appearing as anxious as (Y/N) felt. “Can we play a quick round of Hypothetical Hold’em?”

A nostalgic feeling washed over (Y/N) at the mention of their old game. Back in the more impulsive and less responsible days of Tony Stark, it had been an effective form of decision-making created out of the billionaire’s respect for her opinions and general advice; they hadn’t played very many rounds in the years since he announced to the world that he was Iron Man and while she was happy that he’d grown and matured so much over the years, a small part of her missed their little game. “I’m a little rusty but I think I’ve still got it. Shoot.”

“A guy I know, Walter, he’s got just about everything he could possibly want in life, except the only thing he really wants is something he can’t have. You see,” Tony expertly dipped her and her breath hitched at the sudden movement, their eyes connecting as he continued. “There’s this woman – let’s call her Hildy – and he’s been in love with her for a while. And Hildy, she’s goddamn fantastic: smart, kind, funny, gorgeous, the whole enchilada.”

Heart sinking into her stomach, (Y/N) mustered up a small smile to hide her pain while he slowly righted her. “Hildy sounds wonderful. So, what’s stopping this Walter guy from telling her how he feels?”

“A couple of things, actually.” He took a deep breath. “She’s not just one of his best friends, but…you see, she’s also his personal assistant.”

The din of the party faded away as (Y/N)’s eyes widened in shock at the billionaire’s candid words; if not for the seriousness written across Tony’s face and the longing gleam that had formed in his brown eyes while he stared into hers, she would’ve assumed that he was pulling her leg. But she knew him, knew him far better than almost anyone else in the world, and it was clear as day that he was speaking directly from the heart. “…Oh.”

Tony nodded, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards in a tried and true attempt to hide behind a more lighthearted façade. “She’s taken such good care of him. He was a loose cannon for a long time…still is, in a way, but she’s gotten him through all the tough spots. He’s good friends with some ex-assassins, a super-soldier and a literal god, but she’s the strongest person he’s ever met and the only person he could ever imagine giving his heart to. But as much as he loves her, he’s not willing to roll the dice and risk losing her from his life forever; that’s why he…” Tony cast his gaze downwards and his hand gripped hers tight. “That’s why I never said anything before.”

“So, what changed?” She whispered as she slowly moved the hand that had been resting on his shoulder to press against the spot where his arc reactor once resided, feeling his rapid heartbeat and silently marveling at how perfectly it matched her own.

“Looking across the room and seeing you with your checklist; you’ve planned over a dozen successful birthday parties for me, but that didn’t stop you from treating tonight as if it was the first. It’s one of the thousand ways you show how much you care about me, and that’s what gave me the courage to walk to the back of the room and finally ask you for a dance.”

The booming opening chords of AC/DC’s ‘You Shook Me All Night Long’ filled the room and while more guests took to the dance floor for the lively song, (Y/N) grabbed Tony’s hand and practically dragged him away from the crowd, not stopping until they were tucked away from any prying eyes in Captain Rogers’ nearby office. When she closed the door behind them and turned around, she was met with an apprehensive-looking Tony and her subtle smile grew into an all-out grin as her eyes filled with happy tears. “You love me?”

“I love you,” Tony replied, his voice growing steady and his eyes filling with confidence at her obvious happiness. “C’mon, Girl Friday, you’re killing me here. Do you love me or what?”

Beaming with joy, (Y/N) brought her hands up to cup his face between them and nodded. “You’re such an asshat, but I love you with all my heart.” Tony’s grin grew to match her own and he leaned forward to kiss her, but was halted by her fingers covering his eager lips. “And in the spirit of covering both our asses, I’d like to take this moment to formally tenure my resignation, Mr. Stark.”

“Duly noted, Miss (Y/L/N). And since I’m such a good ex-boss, I’ll send your resume and a letter of recommendation to a certain defrosted super-soldier who could use all the assistance he can get.”

“Becoming Captain America’s personal assistant? It’ll be a cake-walk, but at least I’ll have my favorite hot mess to come home to.”

(Y/N) moved her hand and giggled at how quickly Tony’s arms wrapped around her waist to tug her closer, but her amusement soon gave way to passion as their lips finally met in a long overdue kiss.

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A/N: I figured that we all could use a little fluff, and what better way to deliver it than in a friends-to-lovers trope-fest? Thank you all so much for reading and commenting, and I hope that you have a wonderful holiday season!

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