#Tony Stark / Reader

[cynic-spirit]

Soulstory

tony stark x soulmate

fluff

warnings- terribly long as I have no control and and too much fluff

In a world where soulmates' first words to each other are etched into their skin, Tony Stark has always known his soulmate would be extraordinary. At 14, the words "The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves that we are underlings" appeared on his wrist. Tony, ever the genius, recognized the quote from Shakespeare's Julius Caesar and knew his soulmate would be someone brilliant and well-read.

But there was a catch—those words appeared on his wrist when he was just 14, implying that his soulmate was only just born. This revelation left Tony with a strange mix of anticipation and frustration. While others found their soulmates in their teens or twenties, he was left to wait, knowing that the person meant for him wouldn't even be old enough to speak those words for many years.

As Tony grows older, his fame as Iron Man and his work as a philanthropist distract him, but the words on his wrist never fade from his mind. He attends countless galas, speaks at conferences, and even indulges in brief relationships, but none of them ever come close to the intellectual match he knows his soulmate will be.

Now nearing 40, Tony starts to wonder if he'll ever meet the person destined for him. The age gap of 14 years looms large in his mind, and he worries about the kind of life they've lived. Are they a scholar, like he imagined? A scientist? An artist? Someone who could quote Shakespeare to a stranger, just as the words on his wrist foretold.

The years have made Tony more introspective. He’s saved the world more times than he can count, yet the one thing that could complete him feels as elusive as ever. But Tony Stark is not one to give up. He knows that somewhere out there, his soulmate exists, and when the time is right, their paths will cross.

In the meantime, he prepares himself mentally and emotionally, knowing that when he finally hears those words spoken to him in person, it will change everything.

Y/N has always been both intrigued and frustrated by the words etched on her wrist: "Oh damn." From the moment they appeared, she couldn't help but wonder what kind of person would say such a casual, almost careless phrase upon meeting their soulmate. It seemed so unremarkable, so ordinary, and for someone as thoughtful and intelligent as Y/N, it felt like a letdown.

Over the years, she grew more annoyed with the phrase. Every time someone muttered an "oh damn" in her presence, she’d instinctively glance at them, wondering if they could be the one. But it never was. And the more it happened, the more she worried about what kind of man she was destined for. Was he someone who didn’t care enough to make a proper introduction? Someone who would reduce their first meeting to two dismissive words?

Despite her frustrations, Y/N didn't let it weigh her down too much. She was independent, driven, and had her own life to lead. But still, the thought nagged at her whenever she saw others with meaningful phrases or poetic lines etched into their skin. She couldn’t help but feel a bit envious of those whose soulmates seemed to promise something more profound from the very start.

Walking through the city one evening, Y/N found herself lost in thought, contemplating the words on her wrist once again. She had just finished a long day at work and was heading to her favorite bookstore, hoping to unwind with a new novel. But as she navigated the crowded streets, the words on her wrist seemed to mock her.

"Maybe it's someone with no imagination," she thought with a sigh. "Or someone who doesn't think before they speak." The idea was disheartening, but she pushed it aside. After all, she had come to terms with the idea that soulmates didn’t have to be perfect—just perfect for each other.

As she entered the bookstore, Y/N allowed herself to relax, immersing herself in the scent of paper and ink. She wandered the aisles, her fingers tracing the spines of various books, feeling more at ease. Maybe she would meet her soulmate here, she thought. Someone who loved literature as much as she did, someone who might surprise her despite the unremarkable first words.

But in the back of her mind, she still wondered: what kind of man would say "Oh damn" upon meeting her?

In New York, where the hustle and bustle never seem to slow, Stark Tower stands tall, a beacon of innovation and the home of the legendary Iron Man. Every day, people gather near its base, hoping to catch a glimpse of Tony Stark—genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. For many, even a fleeting sight of the man who saved the world would be enough to brighten their day.

But Y/N isn’t one of those people. While the crowds press against the barriers, phones held high in anticipation, she walks a different path. It’s not that she doesn’t admire Tony Stark; she respects what he’s done for the world. But she’s never been one to chase after celebrity or get caught up in the frenzy of adoration that surrounds him. There’s too much else on her mind, too many things to explore, to wonder about, to let herself be distracted by the spectacle of Stark Tower.

Each day, Y/N takes a different route through the city, preferring to wander without a fixed destination. She enjoys discovering hidden bookstores, quiet cafes, and little parks tucked away between skyscrapers. New York is a labyrinth of possibilities, and she likes the idea of finding something new with every step she takes.

Her thoughts often drift to the words on her wrist as she walks. “Oh damn.” She still can’t shake the frustration of how common and unremarkable they are, but she’s come to accept that her soulmate—whoever they might be—will reveal themselves in time. She tries not to dwell on it, choosing instead to focus on her surroundings, on the life unfolding around her.

Today, she finds herself in a part of the city she hasn’t explored before. The streets are quieter here, lined with trees and older buildings that have a certain charm. There’s a bookstore up ahead, its window display filled with well-worn classics and new releases. Y/N smiles to herself, deciding to go in and see what treasures she can find.

As she steps inside, the world outside fades away. The soft rustle of pages, the smell of old books, and the warmth of the wooden floors make her feel at home. Y/N begins to browse, her fingers grazing the spines of novels, searching for something that catches her eye. She doesn’t know it yet, but this detour, this simple act of walking a different path, is about to change everything.

Tony Stark was exhausted. The long hours, the never-ending projects, and the weight of being Iron Man were taking their toll. It was nearly midnight, and as he sat in the back of his posh car, glancing out at the city that never slept, all he could think about was how badly he needed a break. Happy Hogan, his ever-loyal friend and driver, was at the wheel, navigating the familiar streets of New York with ease.

As they approached Stark Tower, Tony noticed a large crowd gathered near the entrance, eagerly waiting for a glimpse of him. Usually, he could muster the energy to flash a smile, wave, or even stop for a quick word with his fans. But tonight was different. He didn’t have it in him to face the people who admired him so much.

“Happy, take a different road,” Tony said, leaning back in his seat with a sigh. “I’m not up for a crowd tonight.”

Happy glanced in the rearview mirror and nodded, understanding Tony’s need for some quiet. He turned the car down a side street, away from the mass of people and the glowing tower that was synonymous with Tony’s name.

As they drove through the quieter streets, Tony felt a small sense of relief. But the exhaustion wasn’t just physical—it was mental. He needed something to clear his mind, something simple and comforting. His eyes scanned the buildings as they passed, looking for a distraction, something to help him unwind.

“Hold up,” Tony said suddenly, his gaze locking onto a small bookstore nestled between two taller buildings. The warm light spilling from its windows caught his attention. “Stop the car here.”

Happy pulled over without question. “You need something, Boss?”

Tony nodded. “I’m craving coffee, and that place looks like it might have some.” He pointed to the bookstore. It was one of those quaint, old-fashioned places that seemed out of place in the bustling city, but Tony found it oddly inviting.

“Want me to come with you?” Happy offered, but Tony shook his head.

“Nah, I’ll be fine. Just need a few minutes to clear my head,” Tony replied, already reaching for the door handle. He stepped out into the cool night air, feeling the tension in his shoulders ease slightly as he approached the bookstore.

The sign above the door read “The Reading Nook.” It wasn’t a name he recognized, but it had a charm that drew him in. As Tony walked through the door, a small bell tinkled overhead, announcing his arrival. The smell of coffee mingled with the scent of old books, creating a comforting atmosphere that was a stark contrast to the high-tech world he was used to.

Inside, the bookstore was cozy and inviting, with rows of shelves packed with books and a few small tables scattered around. In the back corner, a small coffee bar was set up, with a lone barista behind the counter.

Tony made his way over, scanning the menu. It was simple, just a few options, but that was all he needed. As he waited for his coffee, he let his eyes wander over the books lining the shelves. It was then that he noticed a woman standing a few feet away, her back turned to him as she browsed the titles.

There was something about her that caught his attention, something familiar yet intriguing. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but before he could think too much about it, the barista handed him his coffee.

“Thanks,” Tony muttered, taking the cup and turning to leave. But as he did, the woman moved, and their eyes met for the briefest moment.

“Oh damn,” he breathed, not realizing he had spoken aloud. It was an involuntary reaction, a quiet exclamation of surprise at the unexpected encounter.

The woman, unfazed and entirely engrossed in her book, barely looked up. She responded flatly, almost automatically, "The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves that we are underlings," before calmly walking away to take a seat on a nearby sofa, her eyes already back on the pages in front of her.

Tony’s heartbeat quickened, his mind racing to process what had just happened. Those words… the exact words etched into his skin for years, the ones he had been waiting to hear his entire life. And here they were, spoken so casually by a woman who didn’t even seem to realize who he was.

He stood there, rooted to the spot, staring after her as she sat down, completely absorbed in her book once more. His eyes traced the long black hair tied up in a messy bun, the simple sweatshirt, jeans, and sneakers she wore. She was a stark contrast to the models and socialites he was used to—those who flaunted their looks and vied for his attention. But this woman, with her natural beauty and unpretentious demeanor, made them all seem insignificant.

Tony felt a strange mix of emotions surge through him. Relief, excitement, and something he hadn't felt in a long time—hope. And yet, there was something else too, something unfamiliar: jealousy. Jealousy of the book that held her attention, that kept her from noticing the man standing just feet away from her. The man who had been waiting for her for years.

He took a step closer, not wanting to disturb her but also not wanting to leave without saying something more. But what could he say? The words she had spoken were still echoing in his mind, their meaning deepened now that they had come from her.

He cleared his throat, feeling uncharacteristically nervous. "Hey," he said softly, trying not to startle her.

Y/N looked up from her book, her eyes finally meeting his. There was no spark of recognition, no awe or surprise, just a calm, steady gaze that seemed to see right through him.

"Yes?" she replied, her tone polite but distant.

Tony hesitated, realizing that this was not going to be like anything he had experienced before. This was not a moment for smooth lines or flashy gestures. This was real.

"I think…" he began, then stopped, trying to find the right words. "I think you just quoted something very important to me."

She blinked, clearly confused, but she didn’t break eye contact. "It's Shakespeare," she said simply, as if that explained everything.

Tony smiled, the weight of the moment settling over him. "Yeah, I know. But you see, it's more than that to me. Those words… they’ve been with me for a long time. I’ve been waiting to hear them for almost my entire life."

Y/N tilted her head slightly, her curiosity piqued. "And now that you’ve heard them?"

Tony took a deep breath, stepping closer, the coffee cup warm in his hand. "Now that I’ve heard them, I think I’ve finally found what I’ve been looking for."

She studied him for a moment, her eyes searching his, and then a small smile played at the corners of her lips. She didn’t say anything, just nodded slightly before returning her gaze to the book in her hands.

Tony felt his heart skip a beat. It was subtle, but it was something. She might not have recognized him as Iron Man, but something in her recognized him as more than just a man who almost spilled his coffee on her.

For the first time in a long while, Tony Stark felt a sense of peace. He didn’t need to rush this; he didn’t need to prove anything. His soulmate was right here, and that was enough.

He pulled up a chair across from her, his coffee in hand, and sat down, content to just be in her presence. He’d wait for her to look up again, to ask him another question, to share something more. For now, he was simply happy to be in the same room with the woman who had unknowingly completed the puzzle of his life.

Tony couldn't help but smile at her calm, unbothered demeanor. She still hadn't looked up from her book, but she had clearly noticed his gaze.

"You are staring," she said quietly, her tone even and composed. "Can I help you, Mr. Stark?"

The way she said his name—so matter-of-factly, without the usual awe or excitement—caught him off guard. He was used to people being starstruck, but she was different. She was unfazed, and somehow that made her even more intriguing.

Tony cleared his throat, trying to play it cool. "I guess I’m just not used to someone quoting Shakespeare to me right after I almost spill my coffee on them," he replied, a hint of humor in his voice.

She finally looked up, her eyes meeting his with a steady gaze. "It seemed appropriate," she said, a small, knowing smile tugging at her lips.

Tony chuckled softly, feeling a connection spark between them, even in this brief exchange. "Well, I’ve got to say, it’s not every day someone quotes one of my favorite lines back at me. Especially one that’s been… let’s say, etched into my memory."

She raised an eyebrow, her curiosity evident, but she didn't push for more. "Is that so?"

Tony nodded, his expression softening. "Yeah. It’s… complicated. But I’m starting to think that maybe it’s not as complicated as I thought."

There was a moment of silence as she studied him, her gaze thoughtful. Then, with a gentle nod, she closed her book, marking her place. "Maybe it’s not," she agreed, her voice softer now.Tony grinned, feeling a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the coffee. For the first time in a long while, he felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be.

Tony smirked at her words, appreciating her straightforwardness. There was no pretense, no attempt to flatter him—just an honest question.

"I don’t see 'The Iron Man' as a literature person," she said, unfazed. "What are you doing in this corner bookstore at this hour? Don’t you have people to save, autographs to sign, models to date?"

Her tone was casual, almost teasing, and Tony found himself enjoying the banter more than he expected. He leaned back in his chair, his coffee cup cradled in his hands, and looked at her with a mix of amusement and intrigue.

"Maybe I do," he replied, his voice light. "But even Iron Man needs a break from time to time. And as for the models…" He shrugged with a grin. "Let’s just say I’m starting to realize they’re not all they’re cracked up to be."

She raised an eyebrow, still not entirely convinced. "And literature? Shakespeare? Really?"

Tony nodded, leaning forward slightly. "Yeah, really. You’d be surprised how much a guy like me can appreciate a good quote. Shakespeare knew a thing or two about human nature, about ambition, betrayal, love… all the stuff that makes life interesting."

Her expression softened, though she still seemed a bit skeptical. "I suppose everyone has their layers," she said thoughtfully. "Even Iron Man."

Tony’s smile widened. "Especially Iron Man. But tonight, I’m just Tony. A guy who wandered into a bookstore because he needed some coffee and a little peace and quiet."

She looked at him for a long moment, as if weighing his words, then gave a small nod. "Alright, Tony. But you didn’t just stumble into any bookstore—you stumbled into this one."

Tony tilted his head, intrigued. "And what’s so special about this one?"

Her lips curled into a slight smile. "It’s where people come to get lost. In books, in thoughts, in themselves. Maybe you were looking for something you didn’t even know you needed."

Tony considered her words, feeling a strange sense of clarity. "Maybe I was."Tony now composed a little more asks straight , "have you found your soulmate yet, bookworm?"

She looked at him, her expression serene as she nodded. "Yes, I have."

For a split second, Tony felt like the ground had been pulled out from under him. A sharp pang of panic shot through his chest, and for the first time in a long while, he didn’t know what to say. The thought of her being someone else’s soulmate, of her having already found the person destined for her, sent a wave of jealousy and fear crashing over him. He wasn’t sure he could handle the idea of losing her before he even had a chance to know her.

But before he could fully process the crushing weight in his chest, she continued, completely oblivious to the turmoil she had just caused him.

"Twenty-one people have said 'oh damn' to me so far," she said, her tone almost amused. "You’re the twenty-second."

Tony’s mind went blank for a moment. Relief and possessiveness surged through him in rapid succession, leaving him momentarily speechless. He didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or pull her into his arms and never let her go. His hands tightened around his coffee cup, knuckles white as he fought to keep his composure.

"Twenty-second?" he finally managed to say, his voice a little strained.

She nodded, seemingly unfazed by the chaos she had just unleashed within him. "Yeah. It’s a pretty common phrase, I guess."

Tony stared at her, incredulous. "You gave me a heart attack, you know that?" His tone was a mix of exasperation and disbelief, but there was also a hint of vulnerability in his voice, something rare for him.

She looked at him, a small smile playing on her lips, finally catching on to how much her words had affected him. "Did I?" she asked softly, her eyes meeting his with a newfound understanding.

Tony nodded, his gaze intense as he held her eyes. "Yeah, you did. Because for a moment, I thought I’d lost you before I even had a chance to know you."

Her smile softened, and for the first time since they’d met, Tony saw a flicker of something more in her eyes—something that told him she understood, that she felt the connection too.

In that moment, the crowded world outside the bookstore faded into the background. All that mattered was the woman standing in front of him, the one who had unknowingly captured his heart with a single Shakespearean quote and a calm demeanor that could rival his own. Tony felt a new sense of purpose—a desire to know everything about her, to be the man she deserved, and to never let anyone else claim her as their own.

Because she wasn’t just another woman in the city. She was his woman, his soulmate, and nothing in the world was going to take her away from him.

Tony watched as a flicker of disappointment crossed Y/N’s face. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her tone turned serious. “Tony, do you really believe just because you said ‘oh damn,’ you are my soulmate? It’s such a common phrase. It’s so unimaginative.”

She pointed to the words etched on her wrist, “I’m really disappointed in the fates for this.”

Tony felt a pang of guilt stab at him. It was true; “oh damn” was hardly the poetic or romantic declaration one might expect from a soulmate. He should have given her something unique, something that would make her feel special. Instead, he was sitting here trying to convince her that he was the one meant for her.

“Yeah, I get it,” he said, his voice tinged with regret. “It definitely could have been something more profound. You deserve that.”

Y/N sighed, her expression softening just a bit. “It’s just a little disappointing, that’s all.”

Tony’s heart sank at the thought of letting her down. He could have been anything—anything but “oh damn.” But then he paused, a spark of determination igniting within him. He had never been one to back down from a challenge, and this was the sweetest challenge he’d ever faced. The stakes were higher than they had ever been, and he found himself willing to do whatever it took to prove to her that he was her soulmate.

“Okay,” he said, leaning forward with a newfound confidence. “So it’s not the most original start. But let’s see how we can change that, shall we? I’m all in for this challenge. I’ll show you that being my soulmate is anything but unimaginative.”

Y/N’s brow arched, clearly intrigued by his determination. “And how do you plan to do that?”

A grin broke across his face, and he felt his heart swell with love at the thought of spending every moment making her see how special she was to him. “Let’s start with coffee and a conversation about Shakespeare. I’ll make sure the rest is just as unforgettable.”

As he watched her return to her book, a warm feeling enveloped him. He had no doubt he could make her see how extraordinary they could be together. And with each moment they spent, he would remind her that her fate was intertwined with his—not just because of some simple phrase but because of the connection they shared.

His resolve solidified. Tony Stark wasn’t going to let a little thing like a common phrase dictate the course of their relationship. No, he was going to sweep her off her feet and prove that being with him was a journey worth taking—one that would be filled with passion, excitement, and love.

For the first time in a long while, Tony felt a sense of purpose. As he sat there, watching Y/N lose herself in her book, he knew he was ready to embark on this journey, and he was willing to fight for her every step of the way.

“You are staring,” Y/N said, her tone still casual as she flipped the page of her book, seemingly unfazed.

Tony couldn’t help but grin at her comment. “You are beautiful,” he replied, his voice sincere, hoping to catch her attention.

She glanced up for a brief moment, her brow raised. “Not close to the Victoria’s Secret models I’ve seen your pictures with,” she quipped, her gaze drifting back to her book.

“Yeah, but you’re three thousand times prettier,” he said, his admiration evident in his tone. “Not to mention intelligent.”

Finally, Y/N looked up at him, her cheeks flushed with a soft pink that only deepened his smile. It was a sight he wanted to remember—the way her expression shifted from playful to shy, her eyes sparkling with surprise at his compliment.

“Are you just saying that to make me feel better?” she asked, a hint of skepticism lacing her words, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her enjoyment of the compliment.

“Absolutely not,” Tony replied, leaning forward slightly, his earnest gaze locking onto hers. “I mean every word. You’ve got this incredible depth about you. It’s refreshing.”

Y/N’s eyes widened a little, and she closed her book, clearly intrigued by his sincerity. “I appreciate that, but I still don’t see how I could compare to anyone you’ve dated.”

Tony shook his head, his expression serious. “You’re not just another pretty face, Y/N. You’re intelligent, witty, and grounded. You stand out in a way those models never could. They might have the looks, but they lack the soul.”

“Thanks, Tony,” she said softly, her smile genuine now. “That means a lot coming from you.”

Tony felt a rush of warmth at her response. This was what he had hoped for—a real connection, something deeper than mere surface-level attraction. It was exhilarating, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was exactly where he was meant to be.

Y/N glanced at the clock on the wall, her expression shifting to one of concern. “Tony, I have to go. It’s late.”

Tony felt a surge of protectiveness wash over him. “Let me drop you. I cannot have my soulmate walking the streets alone,” he insisted, his voice firm and earnest. The feeling was overpowering; he couldn’t shake the urge to keep her safe.

She shook her head, her expression stern. “No, no, no. I don’t want the attention on me. I hate the attention,” she said, a hint of frustration in her tone.

Tony frowned, not liking the idea of her venturing out into the night unaccompanied. “Well then, I’ll come to you,” he replied, his determination unwavering. “You won’t get rid of me so easily.”

Y/N met his gaze, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. “You really are relentless, aren’t you?”

“Only when it comes to you,” he said, his voice softening, and he couldn’t help but smile back.

She laughed lightly, the sound warming his heart. “I appreciate the sentiment, but really, I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can,” he said, his expression serious again. “But that doesn’t mean I’m okay with you being out there alone. Just let me walk you to your place. It’ll only take a few minutes.”

Y/N hesitated, weighing her options, but there was something reassuring in Tony’s eyes. Finally, she sighed, relenting. “Fine, but just to the corner. No more.”

Tony nodded, a victorious grin spreading across his face. “Deal.”

As they left the cozy bookstore, the night air was crisp, and the city buzzed around them. He fell into step beside her, and though she initially tried to maintain some distance, he instinctively moved closer, a protective barrier against the outside world.

They walked in comfortable silence for a moment, Tony stealing glances at her, taking in the way her hair caught the light and how her laughter lingered in the air.

“Y/N,” he said suddenly, breaking the silence, “I just want you to know… I’m really glad I ran into you tonight.”

She glanced at him, her eyes bright. “Me too, Tony. It’s not every day you meet someone who can quote Shakespeare and actually means it.”

“Exactly,” he replied, his tone playful. “Besides, you’re stuck with me now. I’ve got a reputation to uphold as your soulmate.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress her smile. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Impossible to resist,” he shot back, winking at her, and she chuckled softly, shaking her head.

They reached the corner, and Y/N turned to face him. “This is where I leave you,” she said, her smile faltering just a bit. “Thank you for walking me.”

“Anytime,” Tony replied, his voice sincere. “And don’t think this is the last you’ll see of me. I’ll be around.”

“Great,” she said, amusement dancing in her eyes. “I’ll just try to blend into the background.”

“Not a chance,” he said, chuckling. “I’ll make sure the world knows how amazing you are.”

Y/N looked at him for a moment, a warmth spreading through her. “Goodnight, Tony.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replied, his heart racing as she turned to leave.

As she walked away, Tony felt a mix of emotions swirling within him—happiness, excitement, and that protective urge that had surged earlier. He knew that this was just the beginning, and he was more than ready to embrace whatever came next with her by his side.

With a skip in his step, Tony climbed into the car, a wide grin plastered across his face. Happy, who was waiting for him with an amused expression, raised an eyebrow as Tony settled into the passenger seat.

“Good night?” Happy asked, glancing at him in the rearview mirror.

“Better than good,” Tony said, barely able to contain his excitement. “I just met my soulmate!”

Happy's eyes widened. “What? Why aren’t we giving her a lift?”

“Because, Happy,” Tony replied, the grin still plastered on his face, “I’m already whipped.”

“Whipped, huh?” Happy chuckled. “What’s her name?”

Tony suddenly froze, a look of horror crossing his face. He buried his head in his hands, groaning dramatically. “I forgot to ask!”

Happy laughed heartily, shaking his head in disbelief. “You forgot to ask the name of your soulmate? Tony, come on! How does that even happen?”

“I was too busy being smitten,” Tony admitted, lowering his hands and running a frustrated hand through his hair. “I was just so caught up in the moment, and then she walked away—poof! Just like that!”

“Wow, you really are hopeless,” Happy teased. “What are you going to do now?”

“I’ll figure it out,” Tony said, waving a hand dismissively. “I’ll find her again. I mean, it’s not like she’s going to disappear completely. I just need to retrace my steps.”

“Great plan, Sherlock,” Happy said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “What are you going to do? Ask every woman you see if her name is Y/N?”

Tony rolled his eyes. “I’ll think of something. I’m Tony Stark, for crying out loud. I don’t do half-measures. I’ll just—”

“Just what? Use your genius intellect to create a device that finds her based on a quote?” Happy interjected, chuckling.

“Actually, that’s not a bad idea,” Tony said, a lightbulb moment sparking in his mind. “I could design a tracking system based on soulmate phrases! Brilliant!”

“Right, because that won’t make you look desperate at all,” Happy quipped, trying to hide his laughter.

“Whatever, I’m serious!” Tony exclaimed, his enthusiasm returning. “I’ll make it work. I can’t let her slip away just because I forgot to ask her name. This is my soulmate we’re talking about!”

Happy shook his head, still chuckling as he pulled out into the street. “Just be careful, Tony. Don’t scare her off with your overzealous genius.”

“Me? Scare her off?” Tony said, feigning innocence. “Never. I’m going to sweep her off her feet, and it all starts with finding out her name.”

As they drove away from the bookstore, Tony’s mind raced with ideas and possibilities. He knew he had a challenge ahead, but the excitement of having found his soulmate made every ounce of effort worthwhile. And he was determined to make sure Y/N would know just how special she truly was.

It took Tony less than ten minutes to find out everything he needed to know about Y/N, thanks to the facial recognition software he had developed. As the information flashed across the screen, he felt a thrill of excitement wash over him.

“Y/N,” he said, letting the name roll off his tongue. It felt perfect. He quickly scanned through the details. “Lives alone. Sister in another city. Mother is a surgeon.”

He paused, reading further, a smile spreading across his face as he discovered another intriguing detail. “And she’s a published author! Writes children’s books and stories, poems under the pen name Dr. Sweets. Almost a hundred of them published already! No wonder she’s so witty,” he mused aloud, impressed by her achievements.

“Wow, that’s quite the résumé,” Happy said, glancing at the screen. “What else does it say?”

Tony continued to read, his fascination growing. “It says she loves poetry and literature. She’s well-read, a total nerd for Shakespeare. Looks like I found someone who can match my intellect,” he said with a grin, his heart racing at the thought of their shared interests.

“Seems like you’re onto something good, Stark,” Happy replied, shaking his head in disbelief. “But seriously, you should probably reach out to her before you scare her off with all this intel.”

“Relax, I’m not going to jump right in,” Tony said, already thinking about how he could approach her. “I’ll play it cool. Maybe drop a casual mention of her books next time I see her.”

“Right, because nothing says ‘casual’ like discussing a woman’s work with her,” Happy teased.

“Hey, it’s a perfect icebreaker,” Tony argued, determination in his voice. “I mean, who wouldn’t want to talk about their own success?”

“Just remember to ask about the whole ‘oh damn’ thing next time, too,” Happy added with a smirk. “You know, you could be in trouble if she thinks you’re not serious about her.”

“I’ll make it work,” Tony said, confidence brimming in his tone. “I’m not letting this opportunity slip away. Y/N is something special, and I’m going to prove to her that I’m worth her time.”

Tony scanned the screen again, excitement bubbling within him. “And look, she works with this publishing house,” he exclaimed, pointing to the details.

“Can I buy it? Do we own it?” he asked Happy, a gleam of ambition in his eyes.

“Yes, buy the publishing house she works for,” Happy said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “That will really impress her.”

“Hey, you never know! It could work!” Tony shot back, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

“Tony, this is not going to be so easy,” Happy cautioned, his tone more serious now. “She doesn’t seem superficial like the other girls you’ve been around. She seems intense. Honestly, it says here she doesn’t like attention.”

Tony frowned, a bit of reality settling in. “So what? Just because she’s not a model doesn’t mean she won’t appreciate my efforts.”

“True, but you need to approach her differently than you would with the others,” Happy advised, glancing at him through the rearview mirror. “This isn’t just another fling, Tony. She’s your soulmate. You can’t just throw money at her and expect her to fall for you.”

Tony sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know, I know. I’m not planning to throw money at her. I’m just saying, I want to show her I’m serious about getting to know her.”

“Then take it slow,” Happy suggested. “Show interest in her work. Ask her about her books and poetry. That will impress her more than any flashy gesture.”

Happy chuckled, shaking his head. “Just don’t scare her off, Stark. She seems like the type who values authenticity.”

“Authenticity, huh?” Tony mused, a thoughtful smile crossing his face. “I can do that. Time to put on my best ‘non-superhero’ face.”

As they approached Stark Tower, Tony’s excitement grew. He knew this was just the beginning of something incredible, and he was ready to dive headfirst into the challenge of winning Y/N’s heart.

Y/N sat in her cozy apartment, trying to focus on the book in her hands, but her thoughts kept drifting back to her unexpected encounter with Tony Stark. She couldn’t shake the image of him standing there, staring at her with a mix of surprise and something else—was it admiration? The idea made her heart race and her mind whirl with uncertainty.

“Could he really be my soulmate?” she murmured to herself, glancing down at the words etched on her wrist, Oh damn. It was such a simple, unremarkable phrase. Yet, the way he had said it—the exact words that had been on her skin for as long as she could remember—made her question everything she thought she knew about fate.

But then reality crashed in. Tony Stark. The Iron Man. He was so… fancy, for lack of a better word. His life was a whirlwind of fame, luxury, and danger. He was always in the spotlight, always the center of attention. And she? She was just a children’s author, someone who preferred the quiet solitude of her home, the simple joy of creating stories that brought smiles to young faces.

“Why would someone like him be interested in someone like me?” Y/N wondered aloud, a frown tugging at her lips. The thought of being thrust into the limelight, of having the media’s prying eyes on her every move, made her stomach churn with anxiety. She had always cherished her privacy, her quiet life. The idea of losing that, of being dragged into Tony’s chaotic world, was terrifying.

She stood up and began pacing her small living room, her mind racing. “Maybe it’s just a coincidence,” she told herself, trying to calm her nerves. “It could just be that he said the same phrase. It doesn’t mean he’s my soulmate.”

But deep down, she knew that wasn’t true. The connection she felt when he had spoken those words, the way her heart had skipped a beat, was undeniable. There was something more there, something she couldn’t quite explain.

“Fate,” she whispered, sinking onto her couch. “Is this really what you’ve decided for me?” She buried her face in her hands, overwhelmed by the possibilities.

Tony Stark was everything she was not—bold, charismatic, larger than life. How could she possibly fit into his world? The thought of being by his side, of facing the constant attention and scrutiny, made her want to crawl under a blanket and hide.

And yet, there was a small part of her, a tiny voice in the back of her mind, that was curious. Could it be that Tony saw something in her that no one else had? Could it be that, despite all the differences, they were meant to be together?

Y/N sighed, looking around her cozy apartment. It was a place filled with warmth and creativity, so different from the cold, high-tech world Tony lived in. Could they really bridge that gap? Was she ready to step out of her comfort zone, to face the challenges that came with being linked to someone like him?

As she curled up on the couch, trying to find comfort in the familiar surroundings, her thoughts kept drifting back to Tony. The way he had looked at her, the sincerity in his eyes when he called her beautiful, played over and over in her mind.

Maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t as impossible as it seemed. But the uncertainty, the fear of the unknown, made her heart race with anxiety.

“Why does fate have to be so complicated?” she muttered, pulling a blanket over herself. Despite her best efforts to push the thoughts away, the idea that Tony Stark might actually be her soulmate lingered, filling her with equal parts excitement and dread.

In the brightly lit office of Stark Tower, Tony Stark was sitting behind his massive desk, staring out at the city skyline. His mind kept drifting back to the brief encounter at the bookstore, the woman who had effortlessly turned his world upside down with a single Shakespearean quote. He was still grappling with the idea that his soulmate had been so close all along when Happy Hogan walked in, holding a tablet with a smirk on his face.

"Guess what, boss," Happy said, breaking Tony out of his thoughts. "Stark Industries actually does own the publishing house Y/N works with."

Tony turned to Happy, disbelief crossing his face. "You're kidding me, right?"

Happy shook his head, handing the tablet over to Tony. "Nope. We acquired it as part of a bigger deal a few years back. So, your soulmate was practically under your nose this whole time, and it took you… how long to find her?"

Tony felt a surge of frustration welling up inside him. He glanced at the information on the tablet, confirming what Happy had said. Y/N had been working for a publishing house that was technically under his control, and yet he had been completely oblivious.

“All this time…” Tony muttered, running a hand through his hair. “She was right there, and I didn’t even know it.” The thought of how much time he had missed with her, all the moments they could have shared, made his chest tighten with regret.

Happy watched him, a mix of amusement and sympathy in his eyes. "Well, better late than never, right? Now that you know, what’s the plan?"

Tony leaned back in his chair, his mind racing. The fact that she had been so close all this time only made him more determined not to waste another second. But the realization that they had lost years already stung more than he cared to admit. He had been so caught up in his own world, his own struggles, that he had never even thought to look in a place so close to home.

"My soulmate was right under my nose," Tony said, his voice tinged with frustration and a hint of disbelief. "And it took me this long to find her… What the hell have I been doing?"

Happy chuckled softly. "Saving the world, building suits, fighting aliens—just the usual Tony Stark stuff. But hey, now that you’ve found her, you can make up for lost time."

Tony nodded, though the frustration didn’t quite leave his face. The thought of all the moments he had missed with her, all the opportunities for connection that had slipped through his fingers, gnawed at him. But he wasn’t one to dwell on the past for long. If anything, this only fueled his determination to win her over, to make up for every lost second.

“I’m not going to waste any more time,” Tony said, a new resolve in his voice. “She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to show her exactly what she means to me. I’m going to make sure she never questions it, not for a second.”

Happy nodded approvingly. “Good. Just remember, this isn’t some business deal you can close with a few phone calls. You’re dealing with a real person, and she’s not going to be impressed by the usual Tony Stark charm.”

Tony smirked, his confidence returning. “Oh, I’m well aware. This is going to take more than just flowers and a fancy dinner. But if there’s one thing I know, it’s how to fight for what I want. And I’m not backing down from this.”

As he looked out the window again, the city lights twinkling in the distance, Tony’s thoughts were filled with the image of Y/N—her witty retorts, her passion for literature, and the way she had made him feel in just a few minutes of conversation. He had missed so much time with her already, but he was determined not to lose another moment.

Whatever it took, he would prove to her that he was worthy of being her soulmate. And this time, he wasn’t going to let anything stand in his way.

In the quiet hum of his computer lab, Tony Stark stood before his array of holographic displays, his mind focused on a single task: locating Y/N. With a determined look, he called out to his AI, "Jarvis, can you find her for me?"

The AI took only a few moments to scan the area, triangulating her phone’s signal. "Miss Y/N is currently sitting and reading at the secluded end of Central Park, sir."

Tony nodded, his thoughts racing. "Always avoiding crowds like the plague," he mused aloud. It made sense; Y/N seemed to prefer solitude, a trait so different from his own life, where crowds and cameras followed his every move. The idea that she might also avoid him, given his notoriety, wasn’t lost on him.

“Good job, genius,” Happy teased from across the lab, watching Tony with an amused expression.

Tony rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smirk on his face. "Can we see the book she has with her, Jarvis?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

Jarvis responded promptly, “It appears she has about five books with her, sir.”

Tony’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Five books? That’s… ambitious.”

The AI continued, “Indeed, sir. She’s currently carrying volumes of Sylvia Plath, Emily Dickinson, One Thousand and One Nights, One Hundred Years of Solitude, and...” Jarvis paused, as if for effect.

Tony leaned in, eager to hear the last title. "And which else?"

There was a slight hesitation before Jarvis answered, “Julius Caesar, sir.”

Tony couldn’t help but smile, a mix of admiration and amusement playing across his face. "Of course, Julius Caesar," he murmured, thinking back to the words etched into his skin—words she had casually thrown back at him in that bookstore. He had never expected to find his soulmate quoting Shakespeare in the middle of a late-night coffee run, but here he was.

As he considered the books Y/N had chosen, Tony felt a sense of balance in the fates’ decision. His world, driven by science, technology, and hard facts, was so different from her world of poetry, literature, and imagination. And yet, the combination seemed perfect. She was everything he wasn’t—introspective, creative, deeply connected to the beauty of words and ideas. It was a grounding influence, one he knew he needed.

“Seems like the universe is trying to balance me out,” Tony said, his voice softening as he allowed himself to feel a little bit of the wonder that had been missing from his life for so long. “My dry, factual world of science met by her imaginative, creative world of literature and poetry.”

He could feel the pieces of his life falling into place, this unexpected discovery of his soulmate being the final, crucial element. It wasn’t what he’d expected, but it was exactly what he needed. And now that he’d found her, he wasn’t about to let her slip away.

As he stared at the list of books on the display, Tony made a silent promise to himself. He would take the time to understand her world, to dive into the things she loved. If she could meet him in the world of Shakespeare and Plath, then he would meet her there too, even if it meant stepping out of his comfort zone.

"Alright, Happy," Tony said, turning to his friend with renewed determination. "Let’s go. I think it's time we paid a little visit to Central Park.

Y/N settled onto a quiet bench at the secluded end of Central Park, the kind of spot where the city’s constant hum felt more like a distant murmur. It was late afternoon, the sun dipping low and casting a warm, golden light through the trees. She pulled a few of her favorite books from her bag—treasured volumes that had always brought her comfort and inspiration—and placed them beside her. Each one held a world of stories, of characters and emotions that she could lose herself in.

Today, she needed that escape more than ever. She had a new children’s story forming in her mind, something whimsical and full of life, but the words were slow to come. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the previous night, to that unexpected encounter with Tony Stark. The Tony Stark.

She still couldn’t quite believe it. The image of him standing there, nearly colliding with her and uttering those fateful words, “Oh damn,” kept replaying in her mind. It was absurd, really. She had always imagined that if she ever found her soulmate, it would be in some grand, poetic moment—certainly not in a late-night bookstore with the most famous man in New York.

Y/N sighed, opening the book of Emily Dickinson’s poems, hoping to find solace in the familiar verses. But her thoughts refused to stay focused on the words. Instead, they wandered back to Tony, to his startled expression when she had recited the line from Julius Caesar, to the way he had looked at her with something like awe—or maybe disbelief.

Could it really be true? Could the fates have matched her with someone like Tony Stark? The thought both thrilled and terrified her. He was so different from anyone she had ever known, let alone imagined as her soulmate. He was brilliant, yes, but also larger than life, surrounded by constant attention and endless expectations. That wasn’t the kind of life she had ever wanted for herself.

She glanced at her wrist, at the small, elegant script that read Oh damn, and felt a pang of frustration. It was such a simple, common phrase, the opposite of what she had imagined her soulmate would say. For years, she had worried that the words marked there would belong to someone shallow, someone who wouldn’t understand her, who wouldn’t appreciate the depth of her love for literature, for the quiet beauty of the world.

And yet… she had felt something in that moment. Something she couldn’t quite define. Maybe it was the way Tony had looked at her, or maybe it was just the shock of meeting him in such an unexpected way. But the idea of him being her soulmate had lodged itself in her mind, refusing to leave.

She tried to push the thoughts away, focusing instead on her story. She was working on a tale about a small, adventurous rabbit who discovered a hidden garden, filled with plants that glowed in the moonlight. It was a story she had been turning over in her mind for days, one that had started as a vague idea but was now slowly taking shape.

But as she wrote, her thoughts kept slipping back to Tony. What would he think if he knew about her work? Would he even be interested in something so… simple, so unglamorous compared to his world of high-tech suits and saving the day? She couldn’t imagine him sitting down to read a children’s book, let alone one written by her.

Still, the thought of him made her heart race. And that was what scared her the most. She didn’t want to be swept up in his world, to be caught in the spotlight simply because she was connected to him. She liked her quiet life, her small but meaningful successes. She didn’t want that to change.

But as she sat there, the sun slowly setting and the park growing quieter, she realized that it might be too late for that. The fates had a way of forcing their hand, of pushing people into situations they weren’t entirely prepared for. And maybe, just maybe, this was one of those times.

Y/N had been so lost in the world of her books that she barely noticed the sun slipping behind the horizon, casting the park in a gentle twilight. She finally decided it was time to head home and carefully gathered her books, placing them back into her bag. But as she stood up, she caught sight of someone leaning casually against a nearby tree. She nearly jumped in surprise when she recognized him.

Tony Stark was standing there, his arms crossed, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, his beard meticulously groomed. The expression on his face was one she hadn’t expected—soft, adoring, as if he had all the time in the world just to watch her. For a moment, she felt completely exposed, like he could see right through her.

“How long have you been standing there?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Tony pushed off the tree and sauntered toward her with that signature Stark confidence. “I think I came around the time you were switching between Sylvia Plath and 1001 Nights,” he replied with a grin.

She narrowed her eyes at him, both annoyed and flustered by his sudden appearance. “And how can I help you today, Mr. Iron Man?” she teased, trying to hide how his intense gaze made her feel like she was the only person in the world for him.

Tony chuckled softly but before he could respond, she held up a hand, stopping him. “Wait, don’t answer that question. First, tell me how you found me here. It’s not exactly a place most people know about.”

Tony’s grin widened as he shrugged slightly, the picture of nonchalance. “Let’s just say I have a very resourceful AI and a bit of a genius for a brain. But honestly, finding you wasn’t the hard part—it was staying away that was tough.”

She bit her lip, trying to maintain her composure despite the butterflies that had erupted in her stomach. “You… stayed away?”

“For a few hours,” Tony admitted, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. “I wasn’t sure if I should come over, but then I realized I couldn’t just let you walk away without seeing you again.”

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. She didn’t know whether to be flattered or alarmed by his determination. She had never been someone who enjoyed attention, especially not from someone as high-profile as Tony Stark. Yet, here he was, making her feel like she was the center of his universe.

“And what exactly do you plan to do now that you’ve found me?” she asked, tilting her head slightly as she studied him, trying to decipher his intentions.

Tony met her gaze, his expression serious now. “I plan to convince you that ‘Oh damn’ wasn’t just a throwaway line. I know it’s not exactly poetic, but…” He paused, taking a step closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “I think you might be worth more than all the poetry in the world.”

Her breath caught in her throat at his words, and for a moment, she couldn’t speak. This wasn’t the Tony Stark she had expected—arrogant, flippant, and full of bravado. This was a man who seemed genuinely invested in getting to know her, who saw something in her that she didn’t fully understand yet.

Y/N swallowed, trying to find her voice. “You know, Mr. Stark, you’re not what I expected.”

“Good,” Tony replied, his smile returning, though there was a tenderness in his eyes. “I don’t want to be what you expect. I want to be… better.”

She couldn’t help but smile back, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to Tony Stark than met the eye. And maybe, she was willing to find out just what that was.

Tony watched her closely, noticing the way her cheeks flushed at his words. The sight made his heart skip a beat, and he knew he was finally getting to her, breaking through that calm, composed exterior she kept so carefully intact.

“Would you not call me Mr. Stark?” Tony asked, his voice dipping lower, almost playful. “I do love it coming from your mouth… and honestly, it does so many things to me…”

Y/N’s blush deepened, and Tony could see the effect his words had on her. He leaned in just a little closer, his tone teasing but laced with something deeper. “Maybe we can keep the ‘Mr. Stark’ for more… private encounters.”

Her breath hitched, and she quickly averted her gaze, bending down to pick up her books as if they could shield her from the intensity of the moment. But she couldn’t hide from Tony—he was relentless, and she could feel his eyes on her, burning with an intensity that made her pulse race.

“I’ll call you Tony if that’s what you prefer,” she replied, her voice slightly shaky but still managing to hold onto a semblance of control.

Tony couldn’t help but smile at her attempt to stay composed, admiring how she was trying to hide her shyness. “Tony it is then,” he said, still watching her with that same adoring gaze.

As she gathered her books, he noticed how her fingers fumbled slightly, her nerves getting the better of her despite her best efforts. It was endearing, and Tony felt a swell of affection for her—a feeling he wasn’t used to, but one he found himself embracing more and more.

He stepped forward, reaching out to gently take one of the books from her hands, his fingers brushing against hers. “Let me help you with these,” he offered, his voice softening.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, glancing up at him with wide eyes, as if she was trying to decide whether or not to let him in. But then, she nodded, allowing him to take the book from her.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tony smiled down at her, feeling an unexpected surge of protectiveness. “Anytime, Y/N. Anytime.”

As they stood there, close enough to feel each other’s warmth, Tony couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, he had finally found something—or someone—worth holding onto.

"How did you reach here without your fan crowds following you" she asks

“I flew here,” he had said with a smirk, enjoying the surprised look on her face when he admitted to arriving in his suit.

“You flew here? In your suit?” she asked, incredulity lacing her voice as she glanced around.

“Yes,” Tony replied, his smirk widening.

“But… I don’t see your suit anywhere,” she continued, her eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to catch him in a lie.

Tony chuckled softly, relishing the moment. “That’s because it’s here,” he said, lifting his wrist to show her the sleek bracelet. With a quick press of a button, his suit began to unfold from the bracelet, the pieces assembling themselves into the iconic armor.

Y/N’s eyes widened in astonishment, and she took a small step back, clearly impressed. “It’s a beautiful piece of machinery,” she finally said, her voice filled with genuine admiration. “I don’t understand the technology of it, but it does look so… sophisticated and well-designed.”

Tony’s heart swelled at her words. He had been praised by some of the brightest minds in the world, but something about her admiration felt more authentic, more real. It wasn’t just about the suit or his genius; it was about how she saw the world, how she saw him.

“Maybe I can show you the lab too,” Tony added, a hopeful note in his voice, wondering if she would say yes.

“I’d like that,” she said with a small smile, her eyes softening. “I’m struggling to finish this new story, so it might be a refreshing small break for me.”

Tony’s heart leaped with excitement. “Let’s go then,” he said, offering her his hand.

She hesitated for just a moment before placing her hand in his, and Tony couldn’t help but notice how perfectly their hands fit together. As they started walking, he felt a strange sense of contentment wash over him—a feeling he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

“Ready for a little adventure?” Tony asked, glancing over at her with a playful grin.

“Are we going to walk there? Since you flew here…” she asked, not quite realizing the implications of her words until she saw the romantic look in Tony’s eyes shift into something playful and mischievous.

“I have something else in mind,” he replied, and before she could react, Tony stepped into his suit.

In a flash, he was encased in the sleek armor, the familiar whir and hum of the technology surrounding him. Y/N’s heart raced as she tried to comprehend what was happening.

Then, before she could fully process it, Tony scooped her up effortlessly into his arms.

“Wait, what—?” she exclaimed, but her words were cut off as he jetted off into the sky, the city of New York sprawling beneath them.

The rush of wind whipped around them, and Y/N instinctively closed her eyes tightly, her heart pounding in her chest. She clutched Tony’s neck like her life depended on it, feeling a mixture of thrill and terror.

“Whoa!” she finally managed to breathe out, her voice a mix of exhilaration and disbelief.

“Hold on tight!” Tony shouted back, his laughter ringing in her ears as they soared through the night sky. “I promise, it’s going to be a smooth ride!”

Y/N couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh, the thrill of the moment overcoming her initial fear. As they flew higher, she slowly opened her eyes, taking in the breathtaking view of the city lights twinkling below them.

“Is this how you always travel?” she called out, feeling the adrenaline rush coursing through her veins.

“Only when I’m trying to impress my soulmate,” he replied, glancing down at her with that playful smirk that made her heart flutter.

The rush of flying with him felt exhilarating, and she couldn’t help but smile despite her initial shock. “You definitely succeeded!”

As they approached Stark Tower, Y/N’s mind raced with the thrill of it all. In that moment, she realized she was not just captivated by the experience, but also by the man holding her—the genius billionaire with a heart that seemed to match the wildness of the sky they were soaring through.

As Tony gently set Y/N down on the rooftop of Stark Tower, the machines began to whir and click, efficiently retracting his suit piece by piece. Y/N still felt breathless from the exhilaration of the flight, her heart racing in tandem with the adrenaline.

"You scared me," she chided, brushing a few loose strands of hair behind her ear as she regained her composure. "A heads-up would have been nice!"

Tony chuckled, the sound rich and warm against the backdrop of the sprawling city below. “Now, where’s the fun in that?” he teased, a playful glint in his eye. He took a step closer, the vibrant city lights reflecting in his gaze.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at his irreverent charm, even as she tried to suppress the fluttering sensation in her stomach. “You’re impossible,” she replied, crossing her arms playfully.

“Maybe,” he said, leaning against the edge of the rooftop. “But you’ve got to admit, it was pretty epic.”

She couldn’t deny it. The rush of flying through the air with him was unlike anything she had ever experienced. “Okay, I’ll give you that,” she conceded, looking out over the city. “It was incredible.”

“Now that we’re up here, what do you think?” Tony asked, gesturing to the impressive view. “Welcome to my home away from home.”

Y/N turned to look at him, her heart swelling with warmth. “It’s beautiful,” she said, genuinely impressed. “I can’t believe I’m here.”

Tony’s expression softened as he watched her take it all in. “And you’re going to love the lab,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “Let me show you what I’ve been working on. I think you’ll find it fascinating.”

“I’d love to see it,” she replied, her curiosity piqued.

“Great,” Tony said, taking her hand and leading her toward the entrance to the building. “But just so you know, I’m going to have to impress you even more now.”

“Oh really?” Y/N quipped, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You think you can top that?”

“Challenge accepted,” he said, grinning as they stepped inside. With every step, Y/N felt her excitement build, eager to learn more about the man who had unexpectedly turned her world upside down.

As they stood on the rooftop, Y/N couldn’t help but admire the sprawling city beneath them, its lights twinkling like stars scattered across a velvet canvas. The breeze tousled her hair, and for a moment, she felt utterly at peace.

“How do you leave this place every day?” she mused, leaning against the railing. “I can’t fathom it. It’s so peaceful here. I could just put my sofa here and write and read and never leave this place.”

Tony watched her, his gaze warm and appreciative. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” he replied, stepping closer. “I can make it happen for you, baby girl.” His voice dropped to a near whisper, brushing against her ear, and Y/N gasped at their sudden proximity.

Her heart raced as she felt the warmth of his breath against her skin. “Tony…” she started, her voice barely a whisper. The way he called her “baby girl” sent shivers down her spine, igniting a mix of excitement and nerves within her.

“Just think about it,” he continued, his tone playful yet sincere. “A cozy little reading nook up here, just you, your books, and the city skyline as your backdrop. No distractions, just peace and inspiration.”

Y/N felt her cheeks heat at the thought, both flattered and thrilled by his offer. “That sounds amazing, but I don’t want to impose,” she said, her voice shaking slightly as she tried to regain her composure.

Tony chuckled softly, clearly enjoying her flustered state. “You’re not imposing. In fact, I think it would be a perfect addition to this place,” he insisted. “You belong here, Y/N. I can’t help but want to make it happen.”

As she turned to meet his gaze, Y/N saw a sincerity in his eyes that made her heart flutter even more. “You really mean that, don’t you?” she asked, searching his face for confirmation.

“Absolutely,” he replied, his expression earnest. “You inspire me. Plus, who wouldn’t want a brilliant author hanging around?”

Y/N felt a rush of warmth at his words, and despite her initial hesitation, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the beginning of something incredible. She smiled, feeling a sense of belonging that she hadn’t expected to find. “Okay, then. Let’s see your lab,” she said, a newfound confidence in her voice.

“After you, my dear,” Tony said, gesturing grandly toward the entrance with a charming grin. As they walked inside, Y/N felt the thrill of adventure bubbling within her, eager to explore not only the impressive lab but also the connection blossoming between them.

As they stepped into the sleek interior of Stark Tower, Y/N was suddenly greeted by a smooth, robotic voice. “Welcome Miss., Mr Stark’s soulmate. I am JARVIS.”

Startled, Y/N nearly clutched Tony's arm, her heart racing at the unexpected greeting. “What? What…?” she stammered, wide-eyed as she turned to Tony, half-amused and half-terrified by the voice of the AI.

Tony couldn’t help but laugh, clearly enjoying her reaction. “I should have warned you about JARVIS,” he said, a teasing glint in his eyes. “He tends to be a bit… formal.”

Y/N blinked at the AI, “Is that really how you introduce yourself?” she asked, a mixture of surprise and curiosity lacing her tone.

“Only when it comes to important guests,” JARVIS replied smoothly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Y/N.”

Y/N’s surprise melted into a smile, her initial shock fading as she processed the AI’s welcoming demeanor. “It’s nice to meet you too, JARVIS,” she said, trying to sound composed.

Tony leaned closer, his voice low and playful. “See? Even JARVIS is on my side. I think it’s a sign.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, but a small smile crept onto her lips. “Is that how you woo all your guests? With AI compliments?”

“Only the special ones,” he replied, grinning widely. “Now, shall we?” He motioned toward the impressive lab, eager to show her around.

“Lead the way,” she said, feeling a mix of excitement and curiosity as they stepped deeper into Tony’s world. The atmosphere buzzed with energy, and Y/N felt a spark of inspiration igniting within her as she followed Tony into the heart of his genius.

As they entered the lab, Tony felt a surge of pride mixed with excitement. This was his sanctuary—a space filled with cutting-edge technology, intricate gadgets, and the fruits of his labor. It was also a place he had never opened up to anyone before, but somehow, it felt entirely right to share it with Y/N.

“What’s this?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she approached a sleek, metallic device sitting on a workbench.

“That’s a prototype for a new energy source,” Tony explained, stepping closer. “It’s still in the early stages, but I think it has the potential to change how we generate power.”

“Wow,” Y/N said, genuinely impressed. “It looks so advanced. How do you even begin to create something like this?”

Tony smiled, thrilled by her interest. “Well, it all starts with a vision. I think about what’s possible and then reverse-engineer it until I have a workable model. You’d be surprised how many ideas come from just tinkering.”

She nodded, hanging on his every word like it was gold. “I love that. It’s like writing a story. You start with an idea and then build on it until it becomes something real.”

“Exactly!” he replied, his enthusiasm matching hers. “And just like a good story, you have to be willing to take risks and make adjustments along the way.”

As they moved through the lab, Y/N asked questions about every piece of technology they encountered. “What’s this one?” she inquired, pointing to a cluster of colorful wires and glowing lights.

“That’s a neural interface,” Tony said, proud to explain. “It allows users to control devices with their thoughts. I’m still perfecting it, but the potential is limitless.”

Her eyes widened. “That’s incredible! Can it really read thoughts?”

“In theory, yes. It’s still a work in progress, though,” he replied, enjoying the way her fascination lit up the room.

Y/N continued to explore, her excitement palpable as she leaned closer to examine the gadgets. “What about this one?” she asked, reaching for a small, spherical drone perched on a shelf.

Tony grinned, watching her enthusiasm with delight. “That’s one of my favorites. It’s designed to assist with search and rescue missions. It can scan areas for heat signatures and transmit data back to me in real time.”

“Impressive!” she exclaimed, her admiration for him growing by the second. “I had no idea you did so much.”

“Just another day in the life of Tony Stark,” he said, attempting to sound nonchalant, but the pride in his voice was unmistakable.

As they moved deeper into the lab, Y/N continued to ask questions, each one drawing Tony in further. It was a refreshing change from the usual encounters he had, where people were often enamored by his fame rather than his work. With Y/N, he felt seen for who he truly was—a passionate inventor and a dreamer.

Finally, as they paused in front of a massive screen displaying complex data, Y/N turned to him, her expression serious. “You really care about all of this, don’t you? It’s more than just technology for you.”

Tony nodded, feeling a warmth spread through him at her insight. “It is. It’s about making a difference, pushing boundaries, and—” he hesitated for a moment, “—leaving a legacy.”

Y/N smiled softly, her admiration for him evident in her gaze. “I think that’s amazing. You’re not just creating for yourself; you’re creating for the world.”

Tony’s heart swelled at her words. In that moment, surrounded by his creations, he felt a deeper connection to Y/N, one that transcended their initial encounter. She was not just his soulmate; she was someone who understood the passion that drove him. And as he looked into her eyes, he realized that this was the kind of bond he had always yearned for.

Suddenly, Y/N’s phone rang, breaking the moment’s magic. She glanced at the screen, her brow furrowing slightly, and Tony noticed the flicker of concern in her eyes. He couldn’t help but feel a flash of annoyance at whoever was on the other end, stirring a hint of worry in his soulmate.

“Excuse me for a moment,” she said, stepping aside to answer the call. As Tony watched her, he was captivated by her grace, the way her long black hair swayed gently as she turned away. She stood near the massive glass windows of the lab, the cityscape of New York sprawling beneath them. The ambient glow from the skyline framed her, and for a brief moment, she looked like she belonged in a painting—a figure caught in a world of creativity and ambition.

Y/N spoke softly into the phone, her expression shifting from curious to serious. Although she maintained her composure, Tony could sense a slight tension in her posture. He clenched his jaw, feeling an unfamiliar protectiveness bubble inside him. No one should make his soulmate anxious; she deserved to be surrounded by positivity and encouragement.

After a moment that felt like an eternity, Y/N ended the call, taking a deep breath as she returned to him. “It was my publisher,” she explained, her voice steady yet tinged with the remnants of the conversation. “I have a deadline for my new book. It’s finished, but I still have to make some adjustments.”

“What’s it about?” Tony asked, genuinely interested, his previous irritation fading away as he focused on her passion.

Y/N’s face lit up, and for a moment, she seemed to forget her earlier worries. “It’s a children’s story written in poetic form,” she said, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “It’s about encouraging kids to pursue their dreams and never give up.” She spoke with a heartfelt joy that warmed Tony’s heart. He could see how much this project meant to her, and it deepened his admiration for her creativity and commitment to inspiring young minds.

“That sounds amazing,” he replied, feeling inspired by her passion. “I can’t wait to read it.”

“I have to go now. I’ll call a taxi,” she said, glancing at her watch.

“Or you can take one of my cars,” he suggested with a playful grin. “The Lamborghini suits you perfectly.”

Y/N shot him a mock scolding look, raising an eyebrow in a way that was both adorable and fierce. “I can’t just take your car every time, Tony.”

He sheepishly withdrew, holding up his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, no more car offers.”

Just as he began to think she might leave without any fanfare, Y/N slowly approached him, her expression softening. She rose up on her toes and pressed a gentle peck on his cheek. The brief touch sent a jolt of warmth through him, igniting his heart.

“This was fun,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll see you soon.”

As she stepped back, Tony stood frozen, breathless and dazed. The simplicity of the gesture was overwhelming, and he couldn’t help but think, Oh yes, I am so whipped. A smile crept onto his face, the kind that felt like it could light up the entire tower. This woman, this beautiful, intelligent soul, had effortlessly captured his heart in a matter of hours.

He watched as she walked away, feeling an insatiable desire to keep her close. The moment was fleeting, but it left an indelible mark on him, one he knew he would carry with him until they met again.

As Y/N walked away, Tony stood there, momentarily paralyzed by the softness of her kiss. The world around him faded into a blur; the bustling sounds of the lab and the city below fell silent. All he could focus on was the warmth that lingered on his cheek, a delicate reminder of her presence. The simplicity of that single gesture sent his mind into a whirlwind of emotions, stirring something deep within him that he had never fully acknowledged before.

He felt a rush of exhilaration, like the first spark of energy from his arc reactor coursing through him. The kiss was innocent yet electrifying, and he couldn't help but replay the moment over and over in his mind. Did she really just kiss me? he thought, a smile creeping across his face. The thought made his heart race, pounding in his chest like a wild drum. For so long, he had been surrounded by people who were drawn to his fame, wealth, and the Iron Man persona. But Y/N saw him—Tony Stark, the man behind the legend. She wasn’t intimidated or starstruck; she was genuine, and that authenticity captivated him.

As the initial thrill began to settle, a wave of protectiveness washed over him. He thought about how anyone could make her anxious, and that thought alone ignited a fierce need to shield her from anything that could dim the light in her eyes. No one gets to make her feel anything less than amazing, he vowed silently. The possessiveness surprised him; he had never been the type to feel this way about anyone, but with Y/N, everything felt different.

He thought back to their conversation and how effortlessly she had captured his attention. The way her face lit up while discussing her children’s book revealed a passion and depth that he hadn’t anticipated. She was not just another pretty face; she was intelligent, witty, and so full of life. That realization made him want to learn everything about her, to know the stories behind her stories, and to be a part of her world.

Tony couldn’t shake the feeling of urgency that clawed at him. He wanted to be the one to encourage her, to support her dreams, and to ensure she knew how extraordinary she truly was. He had never been the type to invest so deeply in someone so quickly, yet Y/N seemed to unravel a side of him he thought was buried beneath layers of sarcasm and bravado.

As he watched her leave, Tony felt a strange mix of excitement and apprehension. What if she doesn’t want to see me again? The thought made his stomach twist. He couldn’t allow that to happen. He was determined to show her that he was worth her time, that he was more than just Iron Man and a billionaire—he was Tony, and he could make her laugh, challenge her intellect, and share in her passions.

With renewed determination, he made a silent promise to himself: he would find a way to be in her life, to support her in her endeavors, and to ensure that their paths intertwined in a way that was undeniable. He wasn’t just going to let fate decide their future. No, he would pursue her with the same tenacity he brought to every challenge, because Y/N was not just his soulmate; she was a woman who had ignited something in him he thought was lost.

As he turned back toward the lab, a grin broke across his face. This was just the beginning, and he was ready to take on whatever it took to keep Y/N close, to explore this connection that felt so powerful and rare. The kiss had sealed a promise in his heart, one he intended to honor with every fiber of his being. Tony Stark was going to make sure that this time, fate wouldn’t be the only force at play; he would be the one to steer their destiny.

As Tony stood there, lost in the afterglow of Y/N's kiss, Jarvis's calm, analytical voice broke through his reverie.

"I sense a sudden rise in your heart rate, sir," the AI commented, his tone devoid of emotion yet surprisingly perceptive. "You are also displaying small symptoms of breathlessness, and your face temperature seems slightly higher than normal. Should I ring the doctor?"

Tony couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. “Jarvis, I appreciate your concern,” he replied, waving a dismissive hand as he turned to face the AI interface glowing in front of him. “But I don’t need a doctor. I just had a very significant moment with my soulmate, thank you very much.” The bemusement in his voice was layered with an edge of incredulity.

While Jarvis had access to countless data points about human physiology, he was, after all, an artificial intelligence. He couldn’t comprehend the emotional whirlwind swirling inside Tony at that moment. To Jarvis, the information was mere statistics: a heartbeat rising, temperature increasing, a slight gasp. But to Tony, it was a maelstrom of feelings—joy, excitement, and a rush of affection that felt almost overwhelming.

“Your biological reactions are consistent with experiencing heightened emotional stimuli, sir. Would it not be prudent to assess the situation medically?” Jarvis pressed, the logical insistence of his programming evident.

Tony leaned back against the counter, folding his arms as he let out an exasperated sigh. “Jarvis, you might know everything about my body, but you can’t understand what it feels like to be utterly and completely captivated by someone,” he retorted, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “It’s like trying to explain color to someone who’s been blind their whole life.”

His heart continued to race, the memory of Y/N’s soft lips on his cheek igniting a fire in his chest that he couldn’t quite articulate. The way she had looked at him, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and mischief, was enough to leave him breathless. He didn’t need a medical diagnosis to know that he was feeling something profound.

“Your poetic metaphors are noted, sir. However, may I suggest that you consider the possibility of underlying physiological concerns?” Jarvis replied, a hint of dry humor lacing his response.

Tony couldn’t suppress a laugh, shaking his head at the AI’s relentless adherence to logic. “Jarvis, I’m perfectly fine. I’m just in a… state of emotional upheaval. That’s all.” He paused, then added with a smirk, “But don’t go telling anyone about this. The Iron Man can’t be seen having a moment, can he?”

As he spoke, Tony’s mind was already racing ahead, planning how he could make this connection with Y/N deeper. His heart was still pounding, but now it was filled with a sense of purpose. He wouldn’t let the opportunity slip through his fingers. With every beat, he felt a determination to be the man she deserved, to show her the world he inhabited and invite her into it fully.

“Very well, sir. I’ll log this incident as a ‘significant emotional event’ in your records,” Jarvis replied, his voice lightening with amusement. “And I will refrain from informing anyone of your current state of emotional upheaval.”

“Good call, Jarvis,” Tony replied, the warmth of Y/N’s kiss still lingering on his skin. He straightened up, a newfound energy coursing through him. “Now, let’s get back to work. I have a soulmate to impress.”

With that, Tony turned away from the interface, his mind already buzzing with ideas. He felt invigorated, ready to embrace this new chapter with Y/N, no matter the challenges that lay ahead. The thrill of possibility was electrifying, and he was determined to seize it with both hands.

Y/N sat at her desk, the soft glow of her desk lamp illuminating the pages spread out before her. The comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the faint scent of paper and ink that always surrounded her workspace. She was in the final stages of editing her latest children’s book, carefully crafting each sentence to inspire young readers. But no matter how focused she tried to be, her thoughts kept drifting back to Tony.

She stared at her computer screen, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, but the words she needed to write seemed to slip through her fingers like sand. Instead, her mind replayed the moments from their time together at Stark Tower—the way Tony had looked at her with those warm, expressive eyes, and how he had so effortlessly made her feel special in a world that often felt overwhelming. His laughter echoed in her ears, mingling with the soft whispers of their conversation.

The memory of their shared moments hung heavily in her thoughts. She had been so surprised by his openness, the way he had welcomed her into his world of technology and invention, sharing parts of himself that he rarely showed anyone. That warmth contrasted starkly with the intense persona he displayed to the world, and it made her feel honored that he had chosen to share that side with her. She thought of the excitement in his voice as he explained his inventions and the passion he had for his work. It was a stark reminder of the many layers he possessed, and she felt a thrill at the thought of uncovering each one.

But it was their brief kiss that lingered the longest in her mind. Y/N bit her lip, recalling how her heart had raced the moment she had leaned in and pressed her lips to his cheek. The impulsive gesture had felt natural, yet she had also been acutely aware of the weight of the moment. It was a simple act, but it had carried a weight of meaning she hadn’t anticipated. She didn’t want to push him away, but she also didn’t want to seem too eager or overwhelming. The kiss was a delicate balance—a promise of something more, yet not too much all at once.

She sighed, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she tried to refocus on her work. But the thought of Tony’s playful grin and the mischievous sparkle in his eyes kept pulling her back into that moment. It was astonishing how someone could stir such a whirlwind of emotions within her—a mix of excitement, joy, and a hint of anxiety.

Feeling a surge of gratitude, Y/N smiled softly to herself. She was thankful that Tony had trusted her enough to invite her into his personal space. Not everyone got to see that side of him, she mused. It made her wonder about his past, the reasons he was so guarded, and why he chose her to share his world with. There was a sweetness in their connection that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.

Setting her editing aside for a moment, Y/N grabbed her notebook and a pen, flipping to a fresh page. She began to jot down her thoughts about Tony, her heart swelling as she wrote. Each word flowed with a mix of admiration and affection, detailing the little moments that made her smile. The way he had brushed a stray hair behind her ear, the way he had listened intently to her ideas, and how his laughter had brightened the room.

As she wrote, she found herself leaning into the feelings that had blossomed between them, no longer afraid of what that might mean. Her heart raced at the thought of exploring this newfound connection. She envisioned their future encounters, moments filled with laughter, shared dreams, and perhaps more kisses—each one a promise of deeper intimacy.

Y/N paused, her pen hovering over the page, feeling a warmth blossom in her chest. She realized that this was more than just a crush; it was a spark of something significant. Something that could change everything. Taking a deep breath, she set the pen down and returned to her editing, this time with renewed energy and clarity. The words she had struggled to find earlier now flowed effortlessly as she infused her writing with the joy that Tony had inspired in her.

As she worked, she couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, she was ready to embrace whatever this connection with Tony would bring. With a smile on her face, she dove back into her story, feeling invigorated by the possibilities that lay ahead.

Y/N took a deep breath as she stepped out of the cab in front of Stark Tower. The towering structure loomed above her, reflecting the afternoon sun like a giant mirror. She felt a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins, mingled with a hint of anxiety. After submitting her manuscript to the publisher, she had decided on a whim to visit Tony, her heart drawing her toward him like a magnet. But as she approached the entrance, she noticed a large crowd gathered outside, their voices rising in a cacophony of excitement.

Her heart sank. Crowds had always made her anxious, and the thought of pushing through throngs of people just to see Tony felt overwhelming. “Maybe this is a bad idea,” she thought, taking a step back, ready to turn around and find a quieter place to think.

But just as she began to retreat, a familiar figure stepped forward, breaking through the crowd like a beacon. Happy, Tony’s trusted man and best friend, waved at her with a wide grin.

“Hey there! What are you doing?” he called out, making his way toward her with a confident stride.

Y/N hesitated, her heart racing as she met his gaze. “I was just… thinking about visiting Tony, but maybe now isn’t a good time,” she replied, glancing nervously at the crowd.

Happy chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “He’ll have my head if I let you go without meeting him. Come on!” He gestured for her to follow him, steering her away from the chaos at the entrance and toward a side door that led into the building.

“But I don’t want to interrupt,” she protested, her unease bubbling up again. “He probably has a lot going on.”

“Trust me,” Happy replied, his voice firm yet friendly. “Tony’s been looking forward to seeing you. You’re not interrupting anything. You’re a breath of fresh air around here.” He flashed her a reassuring smile, and for a moment, her anxiety began to fade.

Reluctantly, Y/N followed him inside, the cool air of the tower wrapping around her like a comforting blanket. They walked through a sleek, modern hallway, the walls adorned with art and technology that made her heart race with excitement.

As they approached the elevator, Happy turned to her, his expression earnest. “You’re really going to like it here. Just be yourself, and Tony will do the rest.”

Y/N nodded, her nerves still fluttering in her stomach. “Thanks, Happy. I appreciate you helping me.”

The elevator doors slid open, and they stepped inside. Happy pressed the button for the top floor, and the elevator began to ascend smoothly. As they rose, Y/N could feel her heart pounding in anticipation. What would Tony say? What would they talk about? The thought of seeing him again made her giddy.

When the elevator chimed, indicating they had reached their destination, the doors opened to reveal the breathtaking view of the city skyline. Y/N gasped at the sight. The entire expanse of the city stretched out before her, glittering like a sea of diamonds under the sun.

“Welcome to the top floor,” Happy announced with a flourish, stepping aside to let her take it all in.

“Wow,” she breathed, stepping forward to take in the view. “This is incredible.”

Happy grinned at her reaction. “It gets better.” He led her through a large open space filled with sleek, high-tech equipment and glass walls that showcased the view. “And right over here is the lab. Tony should be around here somewhere.”

As they walked in, Y/N spotted Tony at the far end of the lab, hunched over a workbench, engrossed in what appeared to be a new gadget. He was clad in his usual casual attire, a fitted shirt and jeans, with a slight sheen of concentration on his face that made him look both focused and utterly captivating.

“Tony!” Happy called out, breaking the quiet hum of machinery.

Tony looked up, a smile breaking across his face as he spotted Y/N. “Hey! You made it!” He dropped what he was working on and hurried over, his excitement palpable.

Y/N felt a rush of warmth spread through her at his welcoming tone. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” she said, her voice slightly shaky.

“Not at all,” he said, shaking his head. “I was just tinkering with this. But you—” he stepped closer, his gaze softening. “You are the highlight of my day.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered at his words, and she felt the earlier anxiety melt away as she got lost in his gaze. “I just thought I’d drop by. I submitted my manuscript, and I wanted to celebrate a little.”

“Then let’s celebrate!” Tony exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious. “Happy, go grab some drinks. We’re having a mini-celebration!”

Y/N felt a rush of warmth spread through her at his words, and she quickly shook her head. “You know, instead of drinks, how about I cook something? I could whip up a little celebration feast.”

Tony raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “You cook? Now that’s something I didn’t expect from my soulmate,” he said, grinning. “What can you make?”

Y/N chuckled, her confidence growing. “A little bit of everything, really. Italian, Asian, some good old-fashioned comfort food. But I think I’ll need a kitchen to work with.”

Tony’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “You’ve just won the jackpot. My kitchen is fully stocked and ready for a chef like you.” He gestured grandly toward a nearby doorway. “Follow me to the culinary paradise.”

As they walked toward the kitchen, Y/N felt a flutter of nerves mixed with exhilaration. Cooking for Tony felt like a big step, but she loved the idea of sharing a piece of herself with him in such a personal way.

The kitchen was spacious and modern, equipped with the latest gadgets and gleaming countertops. Y/N’s eyes widened at the sight. “Wow, this is impressive!”

“Only the best for my soulmate,” Tony said, leaning against the counter with a playful smirk. “Now, what’s on the menu?”

“Let’s see…” Y/N replied, pulling her phone out to browse through her saved recipes. “How about a classic spaghetti carbonara? It’s simple but always a crowd-pleaser.”

“Sounds amazing,” Tony said, watching her with admiration. “I’ll be your sous-chef. What do you need me to do?”

Y/N laughed, feeling a wave of warmth at his eagerness to help. “You can chop the garlic and get the pasta boiling while I prep the sauce.”

“Consider it done.” Tony hopped to action, grabbing a cutting board and a knife with surprising enthusiasm. “Chopping garlic? This is way more fun than I expected.”

Y/N smiled as she began mixing the eggs, cheese, and pepper for the sauce. She stole glances at Tony as he diligently chopped, his focus unwavering. There was something undeniably charming about watching him tackle a mundane task with such determination.

“So, while we cook,” Tony said, glancing up at her, “tell me more about your writing. What inspired you to write children’s books?”

Y/N felt a swell of pride at the question. “I’ve always believed in the power of stories to inspire and uplift,” she explained, her voice growing animated. “When I was a kid, I had books that helped me escape and dream big. I wanted to create that same magic for other kids.”

Tony nodded, clearly impressed. “That’s incredible. You really have a gift for it, you know. It takes a special kind of person to do what you do.”

“Thanks, Tony,” she said, her cheeks warming at his praise. “It means a lot coming from you. You’ve done so much to inspire others, too, in your own way.”

“Touché,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “But I’m not the one writing stories for children. I build high-tech suits and fight bad guys. You’re shaping young minds, and that’s a huge responsibility.”

“True, but I think stories can change the world in a different way,” she countered, stirring the sauce. “They teach empathy, creativity, and resilience.”

“Okay, I see your point,” Tony conceded, his gaze locked on her. “And it’s a damn good one.”

As they continued to prepare the meal, Y/N felt a sense of ease enveloping her. Cooking alongside Tony, sharing her thoughts and laughter, made her heart swell with affection. It was as if the world outside had faded away, leaving just the two of them in their little kitchen paradise.

Once the pasta was ready, Y/N plated the carbonara and turned to Tony, a grin spreading across her face. “Ta-da! Dinner is served.”

“Now, that looks incredible,” Tony said, his eyes lighting up as he took in the steaming plate. “I’m impressed, chef. You might just have to come back and cook for me more often.”

Y/N laughed, feeling a delightful warmth bloom in her chest. “Only if you promise to be my sous-chef again.”

“Deal.” He flashed her a charming smile, and as they sat down to eat, Y/N couldn’t help but feel like this was the start of something beautiful—a shared journey marked by laughter, stories, and a blossoming connection that felt destined.

As they settled at the dining table, Tony couldn’t help but steal glances at Y/N as she took a bite of the spaghetti carbonara. She had this effortless grace about her, a genuine joy radiating from her with each smile. But it was something else that captured his attention, something intoxicating that filled the air around her—a distinct fragrance that was both alluring and unique. It was subtle yet profound, lingering like a gentle embrace, and it stirred something deep within him.

“Okay, I have to ask,” Tony said, leaning back in his chair, his eyes narrowing playfully. “What is that amazing smell? You smell incredible. It’s like… a mix of flowers and sunshine.”

Y/N paused mid-bite, a blush creeping onto her cheeks as she met his gaze. “Really? You like it?”

“Like it? I’m obsessed with it,” he replied, a smirk playing on his lips. “Even Jarvis couldn’t figure out what it is. I’ve never encountered a scent like that before. It’s like you’re a walking garden.”

Her laughter danced through the air, soft and melodious. “That’s such a sweet compliment, Tony. But it’s not from a store or anything artificial. I make my own fragrance.”

Tony’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You make your own fragrance? That’s incredible! Tell me more.”

Y/N leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “Yeah, it’s something my mom taught me when I was around 14 or 15. She’s really into natural remedies and holistic living, so I learned how to create my own scents using organic oils and natural flowers.”

“Wait, you mean to tell me you’re a fragrance wizard?” Tony teased, feigning disbelief. “What else don’t I know about you?”

Y/N giggled, shaking her head. “It’s not magic; it’s just a passion. I hate using artificial products, so I started experimenting with different essential oils and floral extracts. I combine them to create something that feels like me.”

“That’s seriously impressive,” Tony said, genuinely admiring her creativity. “What’s the secret blend?”

“I can’t tell you all my secrets,” she replied playfully, a mysterious glint in her eyes. “But I’ll share a little. I use jasmine for sweetness, a hint of lavender for calmness, and a touch of bergamot for that refreshing zest. It’s all about balance.”

“Jasmine, lavender, and bergamot? You’ve got the perfect trio,” Tony said, nodding as he imagined the scent swirling together. “You could sell this stuff; it’s that good.”

Y/N shrugged, a modest smile gracing her lips. “I’ve thought about it, but it’s more of a personal project for me. I like knowing that I’m wearing something natural, something my mom taught me to make. It feels more authentic.”

Tony leaned in, captivated not only by her fragrance but also by the passion behind her words. “I love that. It’s a connection to your roots, and it makes you even more special,” he said sincerely.

Y/N’s heart fluttered at his words. “Thanks, Tony. That means a lot. It’s nice to share something personal like this with you.”

“Anytime,” he said, a warm smile spreading across his face. “And just so you know, you’re making me rethink my entire grooming routine. I might just need a little Y/N touch in my life.”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to start making your own fragrance next,” she teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Why not? If it means smelling as good as you do, I’m in,” he replied, his playful grin returning. “Maybe we can have a fragrance-making date sometime.”

“I’d love that,” Y/N said, her cheeks heating at the thought. “It would be a fun experiment.”

As they continued to eat and chat, the atmosphere buzzed with a comfortable intimacy. The fragrance that lingered around Y/N felt like a part of her—a unique essence that matched her personality and spirit. And as Tony basked in the warmth of her presence, he couldn’t help but feel that this connection was something truly special.

Y/N looks up again, a playful smirk forming on her lips. “so, Are you saying the tech wizard Tony Stark is into fragrances?” she teased, leaning back in her chair, her gaze fixed on him with mock disbelief.

Tony chuckled, the corners of his mouth curling up in a warm smile. “I’m into everything my soulmate does,” he replied, his voice soft and affectionate. The sincerity in his tone made Y/N’s heart flutter as she felt the weight of his words sink in.

“Really?” she asked, her expression turning more serious, genuinely touched. “Even if I end up creating some funky scent that smells like a mix of daisies and old books?”

“Especially that!” he said, leaning closer with a twinkle in his eye. “I’d wear it with pride, believe me.”

Y/N couldn’t help but grin at his enthusiasm. “In that case, I think I’ll make one for you,” she declared, her mind already racing with ideas. “Something that captures the essence of Tony Stark—charismatic, bold, with a hint of mystery.”

“I’d love to wear it,” he said, a look of appreciation washing over his features. “Just promise me it won’t smell like motor oil or burnt circuits.”

Y/N laughed, the sound light and airy. “No promises,” she joked, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “I might add a note of technology just to keep it authentic.”

Before they could continue their banter, a voice interrupted them, startling Y/N. “Mr. Stark generally wears Gucci Flora,” Jarvis informed smoothly, his presence suddenly felt in the air.

Y/N jumped slightly in her seat, her eyes wide with surprise. “Oh! I didn’t even notice you there,” she admitted, a hint of embarrassment creeping into her cheeks. “It’ll take a while to get used to Jarvis’s presence for me.”

Tony couldn’t suppress his laughter at Y/N’s reaction. “It’s okay, Jarvis is more like a friendly ghost around here,” he said, waving his hand dismissively. “You’ll get used to him hovering in the background. Just think of him as my digital sidekick, always ready to deliver info—especially when it’s about my questionable taste in cologne.”

Y/N chuckled, still a bit flustered. “I guess I’m just not used to having an AI chime in on my conversations,” she admitted, glancing at the sleek interface of Jarvis’s system that illuminated the room.

“Don’t worry,” Jarvis said, his tone reassuring yet slightly playful. “I’m here to assist and observe. I assure you, it’s quite the experience to watch Mr. Stark navigate his feelings, especially when it involves you.”

Tony shot a look at Jarvis, feigning annoyance while secretly enjoying the way Y/N’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade. “You know, Jarvis, you’re supposed to be discreet,” he chided lightly. “Save the commentary for when we’re not talking about my fragrance preferences.”

“Noted, sir,” Jarvis replied, deadpan, leaving Tony to shake his head in mock exasperation.

Y/N smiled, feeling the warmth of their camaraderie. “I think I’d like to be a part of this ‘experience’ more often,” she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Who knew creating a fragrance could lead to such fun?”

“Believe me, this is just the beginning,” Tony said, leaning forward with enthusiasm. “When you get to know me, every day feels like an adventure. And with you, I want to explore all those little moments.”

As they continued their easy conversation, Y/N noticed the way Tony’s face lit up whenever she shared a piece of her world. Just then, Jarvis’s smooth, almost clinical voice sliced through the atmosphere.

“Sir, I must point out that I am detecting a notable increase in your heart rate at this moment,” Jarvis announced, devoid of any sense of embarrassment or tact.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Really? You can measure heart rates like that?” she asked, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

Tony’s cheeks flushed a shade of crimson as he glanced at Y/N, struggling to maintain his usual cool demeanor. “Uh, yeah, it’s just—” He cleared his throat, attempting to sound nonchalant. “It’s the excitement of having you here, that’s all.”

“Oh really?” Y/N teased, leaning in slightly, clearly enjoying the moment. “So, it’s my fault you’re all flustered?”

“Completely your fault,” he replied, his voice laced with mock seriousness. “I mean, I can’t help it if my soulmate’s presence is like an adrenaline shot to the heart.”

Just as Y/N was about to respond, Jarvis chimed in again, his tone completely unfazed by the flirtation. “If I may interject, sir, your face temperature is also significantly higher than normal. Would you like me to initiate a cooling protocol?”

“Jarvis!” Tony exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exaggerated exasperation. “Could you maybe not? I’d like to keep some semblance of dignity here.”

“Of course, sir,” Jarvis replied, seemingly oblivious to Tony’s embarrassment. “Activating sleep mode now. However, I must remind you that I will continue to monitor your vitals for any further emotional fluctuations.”

“Great,” Tony muttered, a hand raking through his hair in frustration. “So now I’m stuck with a monitoring system that won’t let me live this down. Just what I needed today.”

As they shared the lighthearted moment, the air was charged with a playful tension that was almost palpable. Just as Y/N was about to continue teasing Tony about their fragrance project, Jarvis’s voice cut through again, this time with an unexpected implication.

“Sir, I must also point out that the elevated heart rate could indicate a state of arousal,” Jarvis stated matter-of-factly, devoid of any sense of the personal nature of the comment.

Tony’s eyes widened in shock, and the color drained from his face. “What?” he stammered, his usual confident demeanor evaporating in an instant. “Jarvis, you can’t just—”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, but rather than feeling embarrassed, she found herself staring at Tony with a mixture of amusement and affection. She loved seeing this side of him—vulnerable and flustered.

Tony felt the heat radiating from his face, a mix of embarrassment and disbelief. “I swear, if there was ever a way to ruin the moment, that was it,” he groaned, burying his face in his hands. He could feel every bit of his usually composed persona crumble as Y/N continued to look at him with a playful glint in her eye.

“Sir, if I may suggest,” Jarvis interjected, “perhaps Y/N can assist you in addressing your current state.”

Tony nearly choked at that, his embarrassment amplifying. “What?” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “Now you’re trying to throw my soulmate into the mix?”

Y/N found herself drawn to the sight of him, the way his features softened and his bravado faltered. She felt a warmth spread through her at the thought of being the source of such flustered feelings. The mixture of affection and shyness washed over her as she observed how Tony wrestled with his embarrassment, his cool facade completely shattered.

“Ugh, I’m going to regret this,” Tony muttered, his voice muffled as he remained hidden behind his hands. Y/N watched him, her heart fluttering at the vulnerability he was showing.

She couldn’t help but admire how sincere he was, even in a moment of embarrassment. It was a side of him that felt incredibly real, and it made her feel closer to him, more connected than before.

“Believe me, I’m working on it,” he said, finally peeking out from behind his hands, looking both sheepish and determined. “If I have to face this kind of scrutiny every time I’m around you, I might just avoid this lab altogether.”

As he spoke, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a swell of affection for him. She appreciated how he wore his emotions so openly, how he let her see this side of him. It made her heart race, not from anxiety but from a deep-seated admiration for the man standing before her.

Tony rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration, his face betraying the embarrassment that had engulfed him. “Jarvis, go to sleep. I beg you,” he said, his voice tinged with exasperation.

“Sir, it is my duty to monitor your vitals,” Jarvis replied calmly, unfazed by Tony’s plea. “The responses of your body seem consistent with Miss Y/N’s presence. Elevated heartbeat, raised body temperature, and a state of arousal.”

“Just what I needed,” Tony muttered under his breath, his cheeks flushed as he shot a quick glance at Y/N, who stood nearby, her expression a mixture of guilt and worry. He could see the way her eyes widened slightly, as if she felt responsible for the way he was reacting.

“Perhaps she is causing you distress,” Jarvis continued, oblivious to the discomfort he was causing both of them.

Tony felt a rush of protectiveness mixed with embarrassment. “Enough, Jarvis,” he snapped, unable to hide his frustration any longer. He turned his gaze back to the AI, feeling the weight of Y/N's silent worry pressing on him. “You’re making it worse, you know?”

“Distress could lead to negative health outcomes, sir,” Jarvis replied matter-of-factly. “It is advisable to address—”

“I said enough!” Tony interjected, the irritation in his tone rising. He took a deep breath to regain his composure, knowing he had to put an end to Jarvis’s relentless monitoring. With a decisive click, he activated the override command. “Sleep mode,” he commanded firmly.

“Understood. Initiating sleep mode,” Jarvis replied, his tone soothing as the lights on his interface dimmed. A moment later, the AI fell silent, leaving the room wrapped in a quieter atmosphere.

Tony exhaled slowly, his heart still racing, but at least now he felt a bit more in control. He turned back to Y/N, who had been silently observing the exchange. Her expression was a blend of concern and curiosity, and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of affection for her.

“Sorry about that,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Jarvis tends to get a little... overzealous when it comes to my health.”

Y/N nodded slightly, still processing the unexpected revelation about his body's responses. Though she didn’t say a word, her eyes spoke volumes—concerned but also intrigued by the complexities of their connection.

“I’ll make sure he keeps his mouth shut next time,” Tony added, a playful smirk breaking through his embarrassment. He stepped closer to her, feeling the familiar warmth of her presence wash over him. “Besides, I’d much rather focus on you than on whatever my AI has to say about me.”

Y/N’s subtle smile eased the tension in his chest, and for a moment, it felt like the world outside faded away.

Y/N smiled gently,and came closer, a soft warmth radiating from her as she stepped closer to Tony. She placed her hand on his chest, her fingers lightly tracing the outline of his arc reactor, an action that felt both intimate and grounding. “Tony, breathe. It’s okay; stuff happens,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tony felt the tension begin to melt away at her touch, a calmness washing over him that he had never experienced before. Her presence was like a soothing balm, and he found himself leaning into her warmth. He inhaled deeply, the rhythm of his breath synchronizing with the comforting weight of her hand resting on him.

“It’s just…” he started, his voice trailing off as he gazed into her eyes, the world around them fading into insignificance. He felt exposed yet utterly safe in this moment, a stark contrast to the chaos of his life outside these walls. “It’s hard to keep my cool around you.”

Y/N’s gentle smile deepened, her fingers still tracing the arc reactor, creating a connection that felt electric yet serene. “You don’t have to be cool all the time, you know. It’s okay to let your guard down.”

Her words struck a chord within him, and for the first time, he felt the pressure of expectations lift. With her, he didn’t have to be Iron Man or the genius billionaire; he could simply be Tony. “You make it too easy,” he admitted, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his tone.

As they stood there, the world outside continued to spin, but in this small moment, it felt as if time had stopped. He could sense the pulse of his heart, steady and strong, as he held her gaze. It was a rare moment of clarity, and he knew—without a doubt—that she was the one who brought him peace amidst the storm.

“Thank you for being here,” he finally said, sincerity lacing his words. The softness in Y/N’s expression deepened, and he couldn’t help but lean closer, captivated by the connection they were forging. In her presence, he felt whole, as if every piece of him that had been fractured was finally aligning.

Y/N smiled softly, her hand still resting on Tony's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her palm. “There, see? It’s better now,” she said, her voice a gentle caress as she watched the tension in his shoulders relax.

Tony exhaled, a lingering trace of anxiety fading away. The comfort she provided felt like a balm for his chaotic mind. “Could you maybe stay here… for this?” He gestured to the way she had calmed him down, a blend of hope and vulnerability in his gaze. “Forever.”

Her heart fluttered at the sincerity in his eyes, but she kept her tone light, a playful glint in her own. “I just might,” she replied gently, her smile warm. “I am to wait, though. Waiting could be hell.”

“Shakespeare?” he asked knowingly, a grin tugging at his lips. He admired how her love for literature seeped into everything she said, infusing their conversation with an artistry that left him captivated.

Y/N nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly with the shared intimacy of the moment. “Sonnet 58,” she confirmed, a shy smile dancing on her lips.

“Ah, the one about waiting for love,” Tony said, his tone teasing yet affectionate. “I see what you did there, trying to get me all sentimental.”

She chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling. “Can you blame me? It’s such a beautiful sentiment.”

“Good night, Tony,” she said, her voice dropping to a softer pitch as the weight of the moment settled around them.

“Good night, baby girl,” he replied, the nickname rolling off his tongue with a sense of ownership and warmth that made her heart flutter. In that simple exchange, an unspoken promise lingered between them—of possibilities, of a future, and of moments yet to come.

As Y/N stepped back, she felt the warmth of his gaze linger on her, and she turned away reluctantly, her heart still racing. The air felt charged with something beautiful, a connection that transcended the ordinary, and she knew that whatever happened next, they had crossed into something profound together.

As Y/N stepped out of the lab, Tony turned his attention back to the glowing screen in front of him. “Wake up, Jarvis. We need to talk,” he commanded, his tone playful yet firm as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

“Yes, sir?” Jarvis responded, his voice smooth and unbothered, as if he had just been idling in standby rather than witnessing Tony's moment of vulnerability with Y/N.

Tony leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms with a mock seriousness. “You know, you could have kept your observations about my heartbeat and… whatever else to yourself.”

“Sir, it is my duty to monitor your physiological responses,” Jarvis replied, almost innocently. “Your elevated heartbeat and arousal were noteworthy, especially in the presence of Miss Y/N.”

Tony rubbed his temples, a mix of amusement and exasperation on his face. “Noteworthy? You made it sound like I was about to have a heart attack or something. You could’ve just said I was excited.”

“Excitement often correlates with physiological changes, sir,” Jarvis clarified, unfazed by Tony’s annoyance. “In more colloquial terms, what you experienced could be described as being ‘horny’ or ‘turned on.’”

Tony’s eyes widened in disbelief, and he couldn't help but let out a laugh, shaking his head. “Thanks for not using those words exactly in front of Y/N. That would have been mortifying.”

“Your embarrassment would have been… entertaining,” Jarvis replied, a hint of amusement in his tone. “However, I do prioritize your emotional well-being.”

“Yeah, well, maybe you could tone it down a bit next time,” Tony retorted, rolling his eyes but unable to suppress a smile. “I don’t need you turning me into a blushing teenager in front of her.”

“Noted, sir,” Jarvis said, unfazed by Tony’s annoyance. “However, it is essential for you to address these feelings. They could lead to a healthier emotional state.”

“Thanks, Doc,” Tony said sarcastically, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the desk. “But seriously, Jarvis, you could have let me handle it. A little mystery never hurt anyone.”

“Sir, your emotional well-being is my priority. If expressing your feelings leads to a stronger connection with Miss Y/N, then I will continue to monitor your vitals,” Jarvis insisted, his voice steady and reassuring.

Tony sighed, his expression softening. “Alright, I get it. But can we agree to leave out the commentary when I’m with her? It’s kind of a buzzkill.”

“Understood, sir. I will put my monitoring system on silent mode during your interactions with Miss Y/N,” Jarvis assured him, a hint of playfulness still lingering in his tone.

“Good. Now, can we get back to work? I need to figure out how to impress her next time,” Tony said, straightening up with newfound determination.

“Shall I prepare a list of potential romantic gestures?” Jarvis asked, ever ready to assist.

Tony smirked. “Let’s just start with something less techy and more… personal. I’ll think of something.” He leaned back, already brainstorming ideas that could impress the captivating woman who had turned his world upside down.

Y/N sat at her desk, the afternoon light filtering through her window, casting soft shadows over the pages of her notebook. Her mind drifted back to Tony’s playful request about the fragrance. Was he serious? she pondered, biting her lip. Or was he just humoring me?

It felt surreal that a billionaire like him would want something handmade, something crafted with care rather than mass-produced by a high-end fragrance house. But as she thought about his charming smile and the way his eyes lit up when he spoke about her creations, something tugged at her heart. What if he truly meant it?

Her fingers absently traced the outline of her notes as her thoughts spiraled. Maybe it was foolish to consider making something for him, she mused. But… there’s something special about crafting something with intention. It could mean more than just a scent; it could be a piece of me.

With a sudden burst of inspiration, Y/N pushed her doubts aside and began to sketch out her ideas. She envisioned a scent that captured the essence of Tony himself—a mix of raw wooden musk, infused with faint notes of nutmeg that would give it warmth and depth. It had to reflect the coolness of the night, a time when the wolves came out and the sky blazed with stars.

He’s powerful, yet playful, she thought, her heart fluttering as she imagined him wearing the scent. It would be bold yet inviting, just like the man who had walked into her life so unexpectedly. It could be something that reminds him of the desert where he made his suit, something that evokes that sense of adventure and resilience.

As she mixed the oils, she could almost picture Tony wearing it—a man who seemed larger than life, who was both a hero and a person with vulnerabilities. Each drop she added felt like a whisper of her feelings, a connection they shared that was still blossoming.

What if he loved it? The thought sent a thrill through her. Y/N's heart raced at the idea of him catching a whiff of the fragrance and being reminded of her. It could be a way to express my admiration for him, my affection.

With renewed determination, Y/N lost herself in the process, carefully blending each ingredient. She imagined Tony’s reaction—his warm laughter, the playful glint in his eyes. I want him to feel special, she thought, her heart swelling with hope. I want to show him that I see him for who he truly is, beyond the suits and the fame.

As the fragrance began to take shape, Y/N felt a sense of peace wash over her. She was creating something unique, a reflection of her thoughts and feelings, infused with the magic of their connection. And deep down, she knew that regardless of whether he had been serious about wanting it, the act of making it was something she needed to do for herself. After all, isn’t that what true creativity is all about?

Y/N carefully selected a delicate glass bottle for the fragrance, its curves elegant and inviting. As she poured the carefully crafted mixture into the bottle, a sense of satisfaction washed over her. The deep, earthy color of the scent caught the light, shimmering like liquid amber.

Once filled, she capped the bottle with a polished wooden top, reminiscent of the natural materials she had used in her blend. She stepped back to admire her creation, her heart racing with anticipation. This was more than just a fragrance; it was a piece of her soul, a gift from her to Tony.

Next, she turned her attention to the ribbon. After rummaging through her supplies, she found a rich, deep blue satin ribbon that complemented the warm tones of the fragrance. Carefully, she wrapped it around the neck of the bottle, tying it into a perfect bow. The ribbon added a touch of elegance, making the gift feel special and thoughtful.

With the bottle ready, Y/N placed it into a cushioned gift box, ensuring it was secure. The box was simple yet beautiful, with a subtle pattern that echoed the artistic flair she had poured into the fragrance itself. She closed the lid, her heart pounding at the thought of giving it to Tony.

As she secured the box with a final piece of tape, her mind wandered to how he would react. Would he be surprised? she wondered. Would he appreciate the thought behind it? The thought of seeing his smile as he unwrapped it sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Y/N took a step back and examined the finished gift. It felt personal, like a secret whisper of affection wrapped in something tangible. I hope he loves it, she thought, a smile creeping onto her face. It was a little piece of her that she was willing to share with him, a way to show him just how much she cared.

With her heart full and her spirit light, Y/N placed the gift box on her desk, ready for the moment when she would present it to him. Soon, she promised herself, her excitement growing as she imagined the moment. It felt right, and she couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

Y/N took a deep breath and dialed Happy’s number, her heart racing with anticipation. When he picked up, there was a hint of surprise in his voice.

“Y/N? What’s up? This is a surprise,” he said, his tone light and curious.

“I need your help with something,” she replied, lowering her voice to keep things discreet. “Can you come to my place? And please don’t let Tony know about this.”

“Sure thing! I’ll be there in a few,” Happy said, clearly intrigued.

A short while later, there was a knock at her door. She opened it to find Happy standing there, a grin plastered across his face. “What’s the big secret?”

Y/N gestured for him to come inside, closing the door behind them. She quickly went to her desk and picked up the beautifully wrapped gift box, her heart fluttering with excitement.

“Here it is,” she said, handing it to him.

Happy raised an eyebrow, taking the box and inspecting it. “And here I thought he would be the first to shower you with gifts,” he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“He is sloppy,” Y/N replied with a chuckle, a smile spreading across her face. “I wanted to do something special for him.”

“You’re really going to give him a handmade scent? That’s bold,” Happy said, glancing back at her with an approving nod. “But I love it. It’s sweet and thoughtful.”

“I just thought it would mean something more coming from me,” she explained, her voice softening. “It’s personal, you know?”

Happy placed a hand on her shoulder, his expression sincere. “Tony’s a lucky guy. He’s been in need of someone who gets him. And trust me, he’ll appreciate this more than you think.”

Y/N felt a rush of warmth at his words, grateful for Happy’s support. “Thank you for helping me with this. Just… make sure he doesn’t figure it out until the right moment, okay?”

“Leave it to me,” Happy assured her with a wink. “I’ll make sure he’s totally clueless.”

As he turned to leave, Y/N felt a mix of nerves and excitement. She couldn’t wait to see Tony’s reaction when he received the gift, her heart racing at the thought of sharing this special moment with him.

Happy strolled into the luxurious confines of Stark Tower, carrying the gift with a playful smirk plastered across his face. He found Tony in his lab, tinkering with a new gadget.

“Hey, genius!” Happy called out, his voice dripping with mischief. “Guess what I’ve got for you!”

Tony looked up, momentarily distracted from his work. “If it’s not another one of your terrible jokes, I’m not interested.”

“Oh, it’s way better than that. It’s a gift from Y/N!” Happy exclaimed, holding the box aloft like a trophy. “Seems like someone has been spending a little too much time with her lately. I’d say she’s got you whipped, Stark!”

Tony rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Come on, Happy. What are you trying to do, make me blush in front of my AI?”

“Hey, I’m just saying, for a billionaire with all the resources at his disposal, you sure took your sweet time getting her a gift. You should be the first one showering her with presents!” Happy replied, crossing his arms with a teasing grin.

“Yeah, well, it’s complicated,” Tony said, trying to sound dismissive, but the warmth in his chest betrayed him. “What’s in the box?”

“Open it and find out,” Happy urged, handing it over. “But first, let’s talk about how you totally skipped the part where you ask her out. You know she’d say yes, right?”

“Let me focus on this gift first,” Tony replied, shaking his head with a laugh.

Happy smirked. “Good luck hiding your feelings, Tony. It’s kind of cute to see you like this. Just don’t screw it up.”

Tony shot him a playful glare before turning his attention back to the beautifully wrapped gift. He carefully unwrapped it, revealing the elegant bottle inside, adorned with a ribbon that had clearly been tied with care.

“What is this?” he murmured, intrigued as he lifted the bottle and inhaled deeply.

The scent washed over him—rich, warm notes of raw wooden musk blended with the subtle sweetness of nutmeg, evoking memories of desert nights under a starry sky. There was something distinctly captivating about it, something that felt so personal and genuine.

“Wow,” he breathed, his heart racing as he realized how much thought Y/N had put into this. “This is amazing.”

He uncapped the bottle and applied a small amount to his wrist. The fragrance enveloped him like a comforting embrace, a perfect representation of her spirit—playful yet profound, warm yet invigorating. It was a scent that spoke of adventure, creativity, and a touch of mischief—just like Y/N herself.

“Damn, this is incredible!” Tony exclaimed, genuinely impressed. “She really captured me in this scent. I love it!”

Happy watched, a grin spreading across his face. “See? I told you she’d knock it out of the park. You’ve got to tell her how much you love it. And maybe next time, don’t take so long to get her a gift. You’ve got all the money in the world!”

Tony nodded, a smile playing on his lips. “I will. I have to show her how much this means to me. This is special.”

“Good man,” Happy said, clapping him on the back. “Now, go find her and let her know she’s got a future perfume mogul on her hands.”

With renewed determination, Tony set the bottle down and headed out, ready to express his gratitude and admiration for the woman who had not only captured his heart but had also crafted a piece of her soul in the scent he now wore.

As Tony continued to admire the intricately designed bottle, something caught his eye—a small note tucked beneath the ribbon. He carefully unfolded it, revealing Y/N’s elegant cursive handwriting.

“There is a desert I long to be walking. A wide emptiness, peace beyond any understanding of it—Rumi,” he read aloud, his heart swelling with warmth.

The words resonated deeply within him. The imagery of a vast desert echoed the freedom and adventure he always craved, and it perfectly complemented the scent she had crafted. It felt like a glimpse into her thoughts, her soul, and her creative process.

“Damn, she really gets me,” he murmured, a smile spreading across his face. “This is more than just a gift; it’s a connection.”

Happy watched him, a knowing grin on his face. “Looks like someone’s been hit hard by the love bug.”

“Shut up, Happy,” Tony said, though he couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips. “I’m just appreciating her talent.”

“Sure, sure. Just don’t forget to tell her how much this means to you,” Happy encouraged, clapping Tony on the back again. “You’ve got something special here.”

With the note in one hand and the perfume in the other, Tony felt a rush of inspiration. He would cherish this moment and make sure Y/N knew how much her gift and words impacted him. He could feel the desire to be closer to her, to share not just in the fragrance but in the experiences that came with it.

“Thanks for delivering this, Happy. I owe you one,” Tony said, already heading toward the door.

“Just remember, I expect to hear all about it later,” Happy called after him, a teasing lilt in his voice.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it!” Tony replied, already lost in thoughts of Y/N and the special bond they were creating. As he exited the lab, the scent lingered in the air around him, a reminder of the connection he had with her—a connection he was more than ready to explore.

Tony carefully placed the scent on his desk, allowing it to take a prominent position among his various gadgets and tech. He admired the way the bottle caught the light, the sleek curves and the delicate ribbon perfectly complementing its elegant design.

As he unscrewed the cap, a warm and inviting fragrance enveloped him. The rich notes of raw wooden musk mixed with a faint hint of nutmeg filled the air, creating an aromatic symphony that was both grounding and exhilarating. It reminded him of the desert night—cool and vast, with the scent of nature and adventure intertwined.

“Wow, this is incredible,” he whispered to himself, closing his eyes for a moment as he let the scent wash over him. It felt personal, as if Y/N had captured a piece of herself within that bottle. Each inhale transported him to a place of calm, evoking images of starlit skies and quiet wanderings through the desert landscape she had so vividly described.

He could almost feel her presence beside him, her laughter mingling with the fragrance, and it made his heart race. The thought of her creating this for him, pouring her creativity and essence into something so intimate, sent a rush of emotions through him.

“I love it,” he said quietly, a genuine smile spreading across his face. “This is perfect.”

He held the bottle close to him, feeling a connection that went beyond just scent. It was a reminder of her, of their growing bond, and of the beauty that lay in the simplicity of a handmade gift.

As Tony stood in his lab, immersed in the hum of machinery and the flicker of monitors, Jarvis's calm voice broke through the ambient noise.

“Sir, I must draw your attention to a new scent in the environment,” Jarvis noted, his tone neutral but with an underlying hint of curiosity. “It is distinct from the usual aromas present in this lab. It seems... inviting.”

Tony looked up, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You mean to say there’s a scent in here that doesn’t smell like metal and oil? Color me surprised.”

“Indeed, sir. This particular fragrance has a warm and musky undertone, with hints of nutmeg and something refreshing akin to the coolness of night air. It appears to be a handcrafted scent,” Jarvis elaborated, analyzing the composition.

Tony couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re getting poetic on me, Jarvis. Who knew you had it in you?”

“I believe it is a testament to the quality of the scent,” Jarvis replied, unfazed. “May I inquire about its source? It is not typical for you to have such… personal items in your workspace.”

A fond smile spread across Tony’s face as he glanced at the bottle resting prominently on his desk. “That’s from Y/N. She made it for me.”

“Miss Y/N?” Jarvis prompted, a hint of intrigue in his voice. “The author you recently met?”

“Yeah, that’s her,” Tony said, his tone softening as he thought about her. “She’s different, Jarvis. She took the time to create something meaningful. This isn’t just a scent; it’s a piece of her.”

“Fascinating. Your physiological responses during her visit indicated a significant emotional connection,” Jarvis observed, his analytical tone unwavering.

“Thanks for the reminder,” Tony quipped, rolling his eyes but unable to hide the grin on his face. “But you know what? I’ve never had anyone put this much thought into a gift for me before. It’s… refreshing.”

“I can understand why you would find it impactful,” Jarvis replied, a hint of warmth creeping into his usually stoic voice. “It signifies a deepening bond between you two.”

“Yeah, it does,” Tony mused, picking up the bottle and taking another deep breath of the fragrance. “I want to make sure I reciprocate this thoughtful gesture. I can’t let her think I’m just some guy who takes gifts without giving back.”

“Perhaps you could consider crafting a unique gift of your own,” Jarvis suggested. “Something that reflects your appreciation and the bond you share.”

“Great idea, Jarvis. You know, maybe I’ll get her a personalized book, or something that combines her love for writing and creativity with my… technological expertise.”

“That sounds like a suitable choice, sir,” Jarvis replied, satisfaction evident in his tone. “I can assist you with the details if you’d like.”

“Thanks, Jarvis. You always know how to keep me on track,” Tony said, his expression shifting to one of determination. “Let’s make sure Y/N knows just how much I appreciate her gift. She deserves it.”

part 2

[mcntsee]

me when I reach the angst part of the angsty fic that I specifically chose for the angst

[actually-mentally-ill]

finding out making up whole detailed scenarios with fictional characters in your head is a “sign of mental illness”

[bethsvrse]

pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink

[mx-pastelwriting]

Saving My Fanfiction Work

First. Side note: This post was only intended to give resources to fanfiction writers and enjoyers. My talk on recent political events was a context/reasoning on why I made this post. Also I’ve had to add more information to this post over time due to people’s confusion in my comments. Explaining it was to make sure that this post didn’t come off as out of the blue for my followers and this community. Which is fanfiction.

Also, why I made this post was from people asking if they could download my fanfiction because of the recent political events in America hence why I named it “saving my fanfiction work” and added my context. So this was also a post to tell people that liked my fanfiction they could download it as long as it was for their personal collection. I merely just wanted to list resources to people who wanted to download fanfiction and don’t know where to start or don’t have the immediate resources. I’m not here to fear-monger. I am just giving resources and the reasoning on why I’m giving them along with urging people to look into those information/recent events as staying aware is important. I respect everybody who’s given their opinion and yes, some of my grammar in this post is not adequate as this post was merely made for giving/stating resources.

Lastly, I will no longer update this post with comments as I’ve said my peace, nor will I pay attention to the notifications as they are muted. As my page is for fanfiction not politics. Thank you for the people in this community who share this post for the resources see you around the tags! Stay safe friends!!✨ Remember I love you! And you are loved!💛

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Due to the recent events in the United States. To clarify the recent events being Trump becoming president of the United States, Project 2025 more than likely going to be integrated. If you are not familiar with Project 2025 I urge you to look it up.

Along with the KOSA bill that has many problems and it has passed the senate now needing the finally vote in the house, which both are majority red. Go here to learn more on why it needs to be stopped and how you can. This is another component that will harm our communities. Go to: stopkosa.com

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[goodkidmadcity]

when the fic was so good, you just sit and wish it was you there rn….

[that1geek06]

"English isn't my-"

Hush now my friend, and let me read the absolute beauty of a fic that you have bestowed this world and humiliated the first English speakers with

[bruhaalla]

Right now i need a fat blunt in between my lips a twisted tea in my left hand and a hot 6'5 short tempered man in the right hand and then i just maybe i can go to sleep

[lillyrob]

Actual footage of me patently waiting for my favorite author to upload😫😫😫

[waltermis]

I miss them 🥹🥲

[nashilayladragneel]

I have a thing for traumatized men who turn out to be okayish father figures.

[cynic-spirit]

Winter

Tony Stark, the genius billionaire with a penchant for snark, stood in the cozy warmth of his lab at the Avengers Tower, effortlessly tinkering with some new gadget. His soulmate, Yn, however, was bundled up as if she were about to trek through the Arctic. She wore a thick, woolen coat, gloves, and a scarf tightly wrapped around her neck, topped with a fuzzy hat that barely allowed her to see.

"You know, Yn," Tony began, his tone dripping with amusement, "for someone so stylish, you sure know how to make a fashion statement. Are you planning to climb Everest after this, or just trying to impersonate a very fashionable snowman?"

Yn shot him a playful glare, her breath puffing out in visible clouds despite the insulated confines of the tower. "Not everyone has a miniature arc reactor keeping them warm, Tony. Some of us have to rely on good old-fashioned layers."

Tony grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he put down the tool he was working with. He sauntered over to her, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "You know, I could always build you a personal heating system. Something sleek, stylish, maybe even a little bit... Stark-branded. That way, you wouldn't have to look like you're preparing for a snowstorm every time the temperature drops a degree or two."

Yn huffed, though the corners of her mouth twitched in a smile. "Or, you could just turn up the thermostat."

Tony pretended to consider it for a moment, then shook his head. "Nah, where's the fun in that? Besides, I think it's cute. All bundled up, you look like a little marshmallow. My little marshmallow."

She rolled her eyes, unable to suppress a grin. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"And yet, you still love me," he quipped, leaning in to press a kiss on her cold cheek. His lips lingered for a second longer, and when he pulled back, his expression softened. "But seriously, if you're cold, just say the word. I'll build something for you, no problem."

Yn smiled warmly, the chill in her bones momentarily forgotten. "Thanks, Tony. But I think I'll stick with my layers for now. It gives you something to tease me about."

"You're right," Tony agreed, his eyes gleaming with affection. "And we both know how much I enjoy that."

He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. Despite his teasing, the warmth of his embrace was all she really needed. In that moment, it didn’t matter how cold it was outside—or inside. As long as Tony was there, Yn knew she’d always feel warm enough.

It was a particularly chilly day in New York, and despite the advanced heating systems in the Avengers Tower, Yn found herself struggling with the cold. She had piled on layers upon layers—starting with a thick thermal shirt, followed by a cashmere sweater, and topped off with a bulky winter coat. But even then, the biting cold seemed to seep through, leaving her feeling frozen to the core. Eventually, Yn resigned herself to the warmth of her favorite plush blanket, wrapping herself up until she resembled a giant furball with only a small part of her face visible.

Tony, as always, was unfazed by the weather. He was in his lab, casually dressed in his usual T-shirt, sleeves rolled up as he worked on his latest project. When he glanced over and saw Yn buried in her blanket cocoon, he couldn’t help but smile—a soft, genuine smile that rarely graced his features. The sight of his soulmate, huddled up and so thoroughly bundled, made something warm and protective stir in his chest.

"Sweetheart," Tony called out, his tone a mixture of amusement and affection, "are you planning on hibernating until spring?"

Yn shifted slightly, just enough to peek out from her blanket fortress. Her eyes were wide with disbelief as she stared at Tony, who looked completely unaffected by the cold. "How are you not freezing?" she asked, her voice muffled slightly by the layers around her. "You’re wearing a T-shirt, Tony! I can barely feel my toes, and I’m practically drowning in clothes and blankets."

Tony chuckled, setting down the tool he had been working with. He sauntered over to her, the sight of her nestled so deeply into the blankets only making his grin widen. "Well, I’ve got this nifty little device in my chest that keeps me nice and toasty," he said, tapping the arc reactor with a smirk. "Perks of being Iron Man."

Yn gave him a mock glare, her expression more pouty than angry. "I could use some of that toasty right now," she muttered, burrowing even deeper into her blankets until only her eyes were visible.

Tony knelt down beside the couch where she was cocooned, his gaze softening as he looked at her. He found it incredibly endearing—his usually composed and strong soulmate now reduced to a big, adorable furball of blankets, trying her best to fend off the cold. He reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face, his fingers grazing her chilled skin.

“You know,” he began, his voice lowering to a tender murmur, “you’re the cutest furball I’ve ever seen. It’s kind of unfair, really. Here I am, trying to work, and all I can think about is how adorable you look all bundled up.”

Yn’s eyes crinkled at the corners, a clear sign she was smiling beneath the layers. “I’m glad one of us is enjoying this,” she replied, her voice still muffled but warm with affection. “I don’t even want to get up, Tony. I’m too cold to move.”

Tony’s heart swelled with a mix of emotions—amusement, adoration, and a protective urge to make sure she was comfortable. He leaned in closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead, letting his lips linger against her cold skin. The contrast between his warmth and her chill sent a shiver through her, and he noticed, pulling back with a concerned look.

“You’re freezing, Yn,” he said, his teasing tone giving way to something more serious. “Let me warm you up.”

Before she could protest, Tony slipped his arms around her, carefully maneuvering his way into the blanket cocoon she had created. He settled in beside her, pulling her close against him, his body heat instantly seeping through the layers.

“Tony,” Yn began, a little surprised by his sudden closeness, “you don’t have to—”

“I know,” Tony interrupted softly, his breath warm against her ear. “But I want to. Besides, it’s not every day I get to cuddle with a human burrito. You’re stuck with me now.”

Yn sighed, the warmth of his body and the comforting weight of his arms around her easing some of the chill that had settled in her bones. She snuggled closer, resting her head against his chest, right where she could hear the faint hum of the arc reactor. It was oddly soothing, a reminder of the man who loved her enough to drop everything just to make sure she wasn’t cold.

“Feeling better?” Tony asked after a few moments, his voice laced with affection.

“A little,” Yn admitted, her voice softer now, more relaxed. “You’re like a personal heater.”

“Just one of the many services I offer,” Tony quipped, his hand gently rubbing circles on her back through the blanket. “But seriously, Yn, if you’re cold, just say the word. I’ll crank up the heat in here, or we can take a trip to somewhere warm. How about Hawaii?”

Yn chuckled, the sound muffled by the layers. “As tempting as that sounds, I think I’m good right here. As long as you’re with me.”

Tony smiled, a genuine, content smile that reached his eyes. “Good answer,” he said, pressing another kiss to her forehead. “Now, why don’t we just stay like this for a while? I’m not going anywhere.”

And for the first time that day, Yn felt completely warm. Not just from Tony’s body heat, but from the love and care he so openly showed her. Wrapped up in her blankets, with Tony by her side, the cold didn’t seem so bad after all.

As Tony held Yn close, he noticed that the usual soft murmurs of their conversation had fallen silent. The only sounds left in the room were the quiet hum of the arc reactor in his chest and the faint rustling of blankets as he adjusted his hold on her. Curiosity piqued, he tilted his head slightly and looked down at her, expecting to see those warm, deep eyes gazing up at him. But instead, what he saw made his heart swell with an emotion so profound it nearly took his breath away.

Yn had fallen asleep in his arms, her face relaxed and peaceful, framed by the layers of blankets she had wrapped herself in. Her breath was soft and even, a gentle rise and fall that spoke of utter comfort and trust. Her lips were slightly parted, and a stray lock of hair had fallen over her forehead. Tony couldn’t help but smile, his heart filling with a tender warmth that he hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever.

For a long moment, Tony just stared at her, memorizing the details of this serene scene. She looked so small, so delicate in his arms, yet there was something immensely powerful about the trust she placed in him. To fall asleep so deeply, so completely without worry—she felt safe with him. That realization filled Tony with a deep sense of contentment, something he hadn’t experienced in years, if ever.

As he held her, Tony’s thoughts began to drift back to the time before Yn had entered his life. He remembered the endless nights spent alone in his penthouse, the hollow feeling that had settled in his chest despite the luxury and success that surrounded him. He had everything a man could want—money, power, fame—but the one thing that had always eluded him was the connection he craved on a deeper, more personal level.

There were days when Tony had wondered if he would ever find his soulmate, the person who was supposed to complete him. The doubts had gnawed at him, especially in the quiet moments when the world around him seemed to stand still, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He had tried to distract himself—throwing himself into his work, creating suits, saving the world—but nothing ever filled the void that lingered in his heart.

But now, all of that seemed like a distant memory. Because here she was, Yn, snuggled up and sleeping in his arms without a care in the world. She had filled that void with her presence, with her warmth and love, in a way Tony hadn’t even realized he needed. And as he gazed down at her, Tony couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer luck—no, the fate—that had brought them together.

Tony’s arms tightened around Yn slightly, as if to ensure that she was real, that she wasn’t just another dream. The weight of her in his embrace, the warmth of her breath against his chest, all confirmed that she was indeed here with him. His heart ached with a fierce protectiveness, an overwhelming desire to keep her safe and happy, to make sure she never felt the loneliness he had once endured.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, his lips lingering there as he closed his eyes. The scent of her hair, a mixture of vanilla and something uniquely Yn, filled his senses, grounding him in this perfect moment. He knew he would do anything to keep her in his life, to make sure she always felt as loved and cherished as she made him feel.

"Thank you," Tony whispered against her hair, his voice barely audible. "Thank you for being here, for finding me."

As Yn slept on, unaware of the depth of his thoughts, Tony continued to hold her, content to simply watch over her as she rested. In that quiet moment, with his soulmate in his arms, Tony Stark realized that he had finally found what he had been searching for all his life. And he knew, without a doubt, that he would never take it for granted.

For the first time in a long while, Tony Stark felt truly at peace. The cold, the loneliness, the doubts—they all seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of Yn’s presence in his arms and the steady beat of his heart against hers. And as he sat there, watching her sleep, Tony knew that this—right here, right now—was everything he had ever wanted. Everything he would ever need.

Tony carefully shifted his position, mindful not to disturb Yn as she slept peacefully in his arms. He knew he needed to get back to his work—there were always projects demanding his attention—but the thought of waking her up made him pause. She looked so content, so utterly at ease in her blanket cocoon, that Tony found himself hesitating, reluctant to break the spell of this quiet, intimate moment.

With the utmost care, Tony slowly began to ease Yn out of his embrace, sliding his arms out from beneath her while supporting her head and back. She murmured softly in her sleep, her face nuzzling briefly against his chest as if seeking out the warmth she had grown accustomed to. Tony’s heart gave a small, involuntary tug, but he continued, moving with a gentle precision that only years of working with delicate machinery could have trained him for.

Finally, he managed to lay her down on the couch, making sure she was still wrapped snugly in the blankets that had become her makeshift cocoon. He took a moment to adjust the layers, ensuring they were tucked around her just right, leaving no gaps for the cold air to sneak in. He even added an extra throw from the back of the couch, draping it over her for good measure. Satisfied that she was warm and comfortable, Tony stood up slowly, careful not to make any sudden movements that might rouse her.

But before he could step away, he remembered the one variable that could potentially ruin this peaceful scene: JARVIS. Tony’s AI assistant was incredibly efficient, but sometimes efficiency came with the drawback of unintended noise—like a sudden alert, a notification chime, or even just the sound of the AI’s voice responding to a query. The last thing Tony wanted was for Yn to be jolted awake by something as mundane as an update notification.

Leaning in closer to the nearest interface, Tony’s voice dropped to a low, almost conspiratorial whisper. “JARVIS,” he began, his tone firm but quiet, “listen to me very carefully. I don’t want to hear a single sound from you. No alerts, no updates, nothing. If you wake her up, I will dismantle you, piece by piece, and use your parts to build a toaster. Do I make myself clear?”

JARVIS, always attuned to Tony’s moods and whims, responded with a tone that could almost be described as amused, if such a thing were possible for an AI. “Crystal clear, sir. I shall remain silent until further notice.”

“Good,” Tony whispered back, casting one last glance at Yn’s peaceful form before straightening up and heading back to his workbench.

As Tony returned to his workstation, he felt a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, a smile that refused to leave no matter how hard he tried to focus on the task at hand. He had experienced countless moments of joy and satisfaction in his life—from building the first Iron Man suit in that cave to saving the world time and time again—but this was different. This was something softer, something more intimate, and it filled him with a warmth that had nothing to do with the arc reactor in his chest.

Sitting down at his workbench, Tony picked up the tools he had set aside earlier, his hands moving with practiced ease as he resumed his work. The lab was quiet, save for the occasional soft clink of metal against metal and the faint whirring of machinery in the background. But even in this silence, there was a new energy in the room, a kind of contentment that had settled over Tony like a comforting blanket.

Every so often, Tony would glance over at the couch, his eyes softening as he took in the sight of Yn, still curled up and fast asleep. The sight filled him with a sense of pride—pride that he could make her feel so safe, so loved, that she could fall asleep without a single worry in the world. It was a far cry from the man he had been before her, the man who had hidden his vulnerabilities behind sarcasm and bravado, unsure if he would ever find someone who could love him for who he truly was.

Now, as he worked, that old loneliness seemed like a distant memory. Yn had brought light into his life, a light that had banished the shadows he had once grown so accustomed to. And as he continued to tinker with the machinery in front of him, Tony found that the smile on his face was not just a product of the moment—it was a reflection of the profound happiness she had brought into his life.

Time passed, and Tony became absorbed in his work, but that smile remained, a constant reminder of the sleeping figure just a few feet away. For once, he didn’t feel the usual pressure to hurry, to finish the project as quickly as possible. There was a calmness in him, a patience that came from knowing that, when he was done, Yn would still be there, wrapped up in her blankets, waiting for him.

Tony allowed himself to bask in this quiet joy, to savor the rare sense of contentment that filled his heart. He knew that life would always be chaotic, that the world would continue to throw challenges his way, but he also knew that, with Yn by his side, he could face anything. She was his anchor, his constant, the one who had turned his house into a home.

And as he worked through the night, that smile—born of love, of gratitude, of a deep and abiding connection—never left his face.

Tony Stark had faced countless challenges in his life—building an empire, becoming Iron Man, and shouldering the responsibility of protecting the world. Yet, nothing had quite prepared him for the emotional whirlwind of discovering that his soulmate, Yn, was a beloved children's book author. The contrast between their worlds was so stark that it often left him in a state of disbelief, struggling to reconcile how someone as sweet and gentle as Yn could be fated to be with someone like him.

Yn's world was filled with whimsy and innocence. Her books were cherished by children and parents alike, brimming with stories of talking animals, magical forests, and adventures that always ended with a comforting moral. She had a gift for seeing the world through a lens of kindness and imagination, and it was this very gift that made her so beloved by millions. Her words had the power to soothe, to inspire, and to create a sense of wonder that seemed to touch everyone who read her stories. Yn was, in every sense, a beacon of light in a world that often felt too dark and complicated.

Tony, on the other hand, had spent most of his life immersed in a very different kind of world—one dominated by technology, power, and often, destruction. Stark Industries had been synonymous with cutting-edge weaponry long before he ever donned the Iron Man suit. His legacy was built on machines of war, tools designed to protect but also to destroy when necessary. Even after shifting the company’s focus to clean energy and humanitarian projects, the shadows of his past lingered, casting doubts and insecurities that he rarely allowed anyone to see.

It was these shadows that made it difficult for Tony to fully accept that someone as sweet and pure as Yn could truly be his soulmate. He often found himself questioning the cosmic forces that had brought them together, wondering if there hadn’t been some kind of mistake. How could he, a man who had built his fortune on weapons and whose very identity was tied to the armor he wore, be the other half of a woman who crafted worlds of innocence and wonder for children?

This contrast between them was something that Tony couldn’t ignore. He would often watch Yn at her desk, writing or sketching out ideas for her next book, her brow furrowed in concentration as she lost herself in her work. There was a gentleness to her that seemed almost otherworldly to him—a quality that felt so foreign compared to the harsh realities he was used to. He admired her ability to create beauty in the world, to offer something pure and untainted, even as he grappled with the knowledge of his own darker contributions to society.

There were moments when Tony felt a deep sense of unworthiness, as if he didn’t deserve the love and light that Yn brought into his life. He had seen and done things that he wasn’t proud of, made decisions that had cost lives, and even though he had tried to make amends, the weight of those choices still bore down on him. Yn, with her boundless kindness and her talent for creating joy, seemed too good for him, too pure for the complexities of his world. It was hard for Tony to imagine how someone like her could ever fully understand or accept the darker parts of his life.

Yet, despite these doubts, Tony couldn’t help but be drawn to Yn, as if she were a balm for his wounded soul. She had a way of making him feel lighter, of helping him see the good that still existed within him, even when he struggled to see it himself. Yn never shied away from who Tony was; she accepted him, flaws and all, and somehow managed to find beauty in the contrasts that defined their relationship.

Yn often spoke about how every story needed balance—how even the sweetest tales had moments of conflict or sadness that made the happy endings all the more meaningful. She would tell Tony that their relationship was just like one of her stories: it was the balance between their worlds that made their connection so special. To her, Tony wasn’t just a man of war and armor; he was someone who had fought for change, someone who had turned his life around to make the world a better place. She saw the hero in him, not just the weapons manufacturer or the man in the iron suit.

Tony found himself clinging to these reassurances, even as he continued to struggle with his doubts. He admired Yn’s ability to find light in the darkness, to see the potential for good in even the most flawed of characters. It was this perspective that slowly began to change the way Tony saw himself, helping him to accept that maybe, just maybe, he was worthy of the love she offered.

There were still days when Tony would sit in his workshop, staring at the array of weaponry he had created, and feel a pang of guilt. But now, those moments were tempered by the knowledge that Yn was waiting for him upstairs, ready to share her latest story idea or simply to cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie. Her presence in his life was a reminder that he didn’t have to be defined by his past, that he could be more than just the sum of his mistakes.

Yn’s influence on Tony was profound. She had a way of softening his rough edges, of bringing out the parts of him that he had long buried under layers of cynicism and self-reliance. With her, he could let his guard down, allow himself to be vulnerable in a way that he had never been able to before. She taught him that it was okay to embrace the sweeter, softer aspects of life, that it didn’t make him any less of a man or a hero.

In time, Tony began to see their relationship not as a contradiction, but as a beautiful paradox—a testament to the idea that even in the most unexpected pairings, there could be harmony. Yn’s sweetness wasn’t a contrast to his strength; it was a complement to it. Together, they created a balance that made them both stronger, both more complete.

And so, Tony learned to accept, and even to cherish, the fact that his soulmate was a woman who wrote stories for children, who believed in the power of imagination and kindness. It was this very sweetness, this light that Yn brought into his life, that made Tony believe in the possibility of redemption, of becoming the man she saw when she looked at him with those loving, understanding eyes.

In the end, it wasn’t about whether or not they were an obvious match. It was about the fact that they had found each other, that despite their differences, they had created something beautiful together. Yn’s world of wonder and Tony’s world of technology had merged in a way that neither of them had expected, but both had come to treasure. It was a love story as unique and unexpected as the two of them, and Tony wouldn’t have had it any other way.

[deantavias]

"it's unhealthy to read fanfiction"

well i'm doing my 20 minutes of daily reading so...

[rainydayathogwarts]

Bed side drawer - Peter Parker

summary: when Tony finds a box of condoms in Peter's bed side drawer, he doesn't expect Peter's girlfriend to walk into the room, causing an awkward interaction. a/n: my toxic trait is that i always imagine tasm!peter even tho it's in the avengers universe 0.6k wc

When Peter walks into his bedroom, the first thing his eyes lay on is the box of condoms in his mentor's hand. Tony Stark smirks from where he sits on his mentee's bed, drinking the cup of coffee Aunt May had so graciously prepared him. Peter's eyes go wide, flickering between his open bed side drawer and his mentor, and he dives across the room to get the box from him. Peter nearly hits his head against the wall when Tony tosses the box in the air, catching it in his hand when it falls down again. Peter's face flushes red as he scrambles back up, straightening his bed sheets where he haphazardly landed on them, mouth gaping open. Peter can hear you laughing with his Aunt May in the living room about another one of May's stories. She always had to tell you about the stories of how smitten he was with you, an attempt for your relationship to last forever. He needs to get that box before you walk in because that was not the situation he imagined you'd meet Mr. Stark in. He refused to let it happen.

Peter tilts his head to the side with desperate eyes, begging "Please give me those Mr. Stark." Tony grins teasingly, saying "You know these only work when there are two people involved, right?" Peter doesn't have time to react before the door to his room opens again and you walk in, saying something about the story Aunt May had told you before your eyes land on the older man in the room, prompting you to go silent. Oh no, Peter thinks. Tony quickly's eyes quickly scan you where you awkwardly stand in the doorway, and the obvious mortification that settles on your face at the realisation of who he is.

"Oh."

"Oh." Tony's tone is suggestive, and completely different from yours. He stands up from Peter's bed, slowly making his way across the room to you. His eyes flicker between you and Peter, the box of condoms still in his hands as you shoot a hand out in front of you, smiling nervously and saying "Hi, I'm y/n." in a lowsy attempt to ignore the box laying in the man's hand, eyes glancing down to it a couple of times. Tony shakes your hand, introducing himself, before asking "And who might you be y/n?" Gulping, you glance between your boyfriend, whose face has flushed a dark shade of red, and the avenger standing in front of you. "I'm Peter's girlfriend." You state, eyes widening as Tony puts the box of condoms in your hand.

"There are two people involved then..." You hear him mutter under his breath, but it's nothing as embarrassing as Aunt May walking into the busy room and observing the situation, attention immediately caught by the box of condoms that you throw at your boyfriend in a panic. The box hits Peter's chest and falls on the floor, and neither of you make a move to pick it up whilst you smile awkwardly at May, who follows Tony out of the room. You huff when they walk out, turning around to dig your head into Peter's chest in humiliation. Your boyfriend hugs you close, rubbing a hand on your back, and he's happy you can't hear Tony say "That girl seems too sweet to be having sex with your nephew." or his Aunt May's scoff of "Yeah until you come back home after a night with your friends and hear everything through those walls. She really knows how to talk dirty."

[that1nerd-20]

When a fanfic writer puts a nickname you think Is icky in their smut fic

[luludeluluramblings]

SugarBaby!Reader (Neglected!Bat!Sibling) x Tony Stark - Falling in Love

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

A/N: Someone wanted more fluff of this and I had thoughts about it last night. Tony isn’t my favorite, but I kinda wanted to challenge myself with this and see if I could try it writing some romance.

A/N: Smalltown!Reader is still coming. Pregnant!Reader will be getting a part 2 at some point. Might post another series, the one army dreamer inspired, because why not? Gonna have sooo many WIPs. But, maybe they’ll give y’all some delight.

Warnings: GN!Reader, Mentions of bedroom activities, fluffy, not edited, hardly anything Yandere. Intended to be

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

When you and Tony started dating it had been after he had wooed you at some gala. Something for a long forgotten charity. You had initially been hesitant, knowing his play boy reputation. The one so eerily similar to your father’s Brucie Wayne persona.

Still he was charming, good looking, and had convinced you that one night wouldn’t hurt.

And, it hadn’t. The next day when you were about to crawl out of bed and begin your walk of shame, he had dragged you back. Taking his time repeating the night before and with an encore.

By the time you had finally been allowed to leave the bed, your stomach had let out an embarrassing growl that made your cooling skin flush once more.

Of course, Tony wasn’t going to let anyone he spent such a good time with go hungry. Ordering the two of you room service and a giant spread of breakfast.

It’s in that moment things start to shift. You were a good lay for Tony. A young pretty little thing that was some of the best he had had in a while. (Due to him mellowing out with age, not that he’d ever admit that.) But, it’s the way you look at him, shyly and with such genuine gratitude just for him buying to brunch that makes him stop.

Not pause. Because pause means he’ll end up playing again. And, he’s fairly certain he’s done playing. Because, when you happily sit in his button down shirt, munching on the food he bought you, and listen to him talk about an old project (he wasn’t dumb enough to share anything new he’d been working on) with such bright eyes and enthusiasm he realizes this might be trouble for him. It’s even cuter because he knows you don’t understand a single thing he’s saying, but you’re trying. You’re trying so hard and it’s so cute.

It keeps going on like that. Passionate nights and slow talkative mornings that morph into date nights and fun trips and days lounging together. You’re still honestly convinced it could all end at any moment. Nothing good last in your life. And, despite how desperately you want this to last you know it probably won’t. Still you swear to hold on. To take everything he’ll offers. Even if it’s not much and he leaves you in the end. You’re going to appreciate how full and fulfilled her makes you feel.

For you, you fall in love slow and overtime. It a soft and startling realization when you realize you love Tony. You love him dearly and he could break your heart into a million pieces. But, it would be worth it.

You keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. Loving him and waiting for him. To leave.

For Tony, it’s similar. He spoils you he does. He loves the way you look at him when he does. But, as he unknowingly starts to settle, the realization that he’s not showing you off in public as much anymore and that he enjoys just being near even when there’s nothing to talk about hits him in the chest. And, in a Tony Stark like fashion, he spirals for a bit.

It causes him to spend three full days in his lab avoiding the world and his problems. Not sleeping, hardly eating, ignoring Jarvis.

When he finally does emerge, he’s covered in sweat and grease. He aches. He’s tired. He’s irritable. His fully expecting you to be mad he missed your fancy date he had planned. But, when he looks up at you and see’s that exact same grateful look in your eyes, it clicks. You give him that same look of gratitude and adoration every time he does something for you. He’s not doing anything other than being here with you. And, that’s enough for you. You’re in love with him, and he’s in love with you. And your willing to love him as his is and with what ever he gives.

Tony doesn’t confess though. To cliche. Instead he proposes. With no ring, no plan, and covered in grease. But, completely serious. It isn’t long until you understand he really means it, that he wants you for you and you’re leaping in his arms crying, yes. Yes. And the. You tell him to shower, because despite the love you feel and your happiness, he smells ripe.

He chases you around instead, before dragging you into the shower with him.

It isn’t until you both have a small private court house ceremony and he’s dragging you on to a luxury honeymoon that he leans over and confesses. Casually. Like it was a stray fact.

“Oh, hey, by the way, I love you.”

It makes you squawk that he has the audacity to do such a thing, but you lean into him and say it back.

“I love you, too… Silly old man.”

“Hey! That’s not what you were saying when I-“

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You hadn’t even thought about you family with Tony. Hadn’t thought to invite them to the wedding. You did call Alfred as soon as you got back though. Telling him the good news with so much happiness that the old Bulter cried when the call ended. You had sounded radiant, and it broke his heart.

Broke his heart that no one in the family had seen just how beautiful your joy was and that they had never bothered to cause it.

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Based off this ask.