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I just think that personally if I hero-worshipped someone from early childhood up to a rather questionably late point in my adult life and then, upon becoming a superhero myself, I met the man I’d looked up to for so long - the one who was marketed as the golden boy, America’s sweetheart, society’s moral compass - and he quite clearly disliked me from the get go I’d go incredibly insane. Personally.

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*Arguing heard in Avengers Tower*

Bruce: (gasps) “Uh-oh.”

Steve: “Ouch…”

Pepper: “Oh, god.”

Dad Tony: “Don’t you talk to me that way, Miss Smart Mouth! You just bought yourself a ticket to your room.”

Y/N: “Oh, fine. Best money I ever spent! You can’t ruin anything in there.”

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DATE NIGHT

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Words: 2.8k

Summary: Y/N and Tony go out on a date night and he has a little surpise for her.

Warning/Content: smut, toys, public vibrator.

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Tony looked at his watch while he sat in the living room waiting for his girlfriend. Y/N was getting ready for their date night. It had been almost and hours and he got ready in less than 20 minutes. He looked at his wristwatch again with a little annoyance "C'mon, Y/N. How much longer do you need?" 

From the bedroom, she heard his complaining and rolled her eyes as she had just finished applying the red lipstick. She gave a last check in the mirror, seeing the little black dress hugging her body, she was happy with the image and left the bedroom, walking to where Tony was waiting her. 

 Stark’s jaw slightly dropped, his eyes trailing up and down his girlfriend. He was practically drooling at the sight of her in the new outfit. He stood up from the couch and walked to her "You look... absolutely stunning, babe..." 

“Thank you.” Y/N smiled and looked at him, dressed in a nice suit and gave him light kiss to not ruin her lipstick “You’re not so bad yourself. Ready to go?”  

"Absolutely. But I have something for you first." Tony said cheeky smile. 

She knew pretty well that expression on his face and it made her suspicious “What is it?”  

He grins, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a little box, opening and taking out a small pink vibrator. Y/N raises an eyebrow, looking at the toy and back at him.  Stark chuckled lightly at the confused look on her face "It's a remote-controlled toy." 

Oh. She finally understood “And you want me to wear this tonight...?” 

Tony smirks while he nodding slowly, leaning in to whisper in her ear "I want to see you try to keep a straight face during dinner, darling." 

A shiver run down her spine at his words and as the image that went through her head. Stark noticed the reaction she had and he was more than pleasured "Are you up to this, baby?" 

Y/N gave a slow nod. Tony reach under her dress, pulling her panties aside and rubbing the toy on her folds, before slowly inserting into her. A small gasp left her lips at the feeling of the toy inside her. Tony fixed her panties back on, slipping the control on his pocked “All good, sweetheart. Let's go." 

They headed out to the car and got in, Tony starting it and pulling out into the road, a devilish smile on his face as he drove them to the restaurant. He helped her out, opening the door for her like a true gentleman and lead her inside to a table in the corner. 

Tony took the menu, ordering her favorite and the best wine from the restaurant.  The waiter was quick to bring them the wine and serve the couple. Tony and Y/N took a sip of it, enjoying the taste.  

While they were waiting for their food, Tony's hand went to his pocket, fiddling with the remote and turning the toy on a low setting. Y/N gasp as the toy started to vibrate inside of her, almost chocking on the wine.  

“A little warning would’ve been good.” She says, trying to keep her voice down and act naturally. 

Stark chuckled, shrugging with a smirk "Where's the fun in that?" He turned the toy up a bit more, glancing at her to see her reaction. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. This would not be an easy dinner. He kept the toy on the medium setting as they wait for a minute more while Y/N struggles to keep a composed face.  

Soon the waiter brought out their food at the table. Stark thanked the waiter, Y/N gave a small smile, still trying to keep a neutral face, before Tony turned his attention back to Y/N, who was noticeably fidgeting in her chair. He turned the toy off while they eat.  

The couple talked a little, Y/N a little relieved from the break, but now she could feel how her panties was starting to wet. 

When they finished, the waiters took the plates off the table and Tony ordered desert. Stark gave Y/N a wink as the waiter walked away, turning the toy on again, this time on the highest setting. 

A small gasp escaped her lips, not expecting that.  He smirked, reaching for his wine glass and taking a drink to cover up the little smirk on his lips. “Are you okay, babe? You seem a little...hot." 

Her mouth felt dry when she swallowed, trying to prevent a moan “I'm...fine...” 

Tony hummed, turning the toy on and off a few times to tease her as he leaned in a bit and placed his chin on his hand “You sure? You look like you're about to come apart." 

Y/N nods, closing her eyes to concentrated before opening it again to look at him. Stark chuckled, setting the toy on a low, constant vibration as he kept staring at her, enjoying her trying to keep it all together "You're doing so well, babe... I'm so proud of you..." 

The waiter brings them their dessert, and Tony thanks him, his hand in his pocket, turning the toy up to a different setting. This time he didn’t turned off the little pink toy "Go on, baby...eat something. Wouldn't want you to lose your strength." 

“Tony...” Her voice almost sounded like a low moan “I can’t...” 

Stark grins, enjoying the whine as he looks at her, still playing with the toy. He motions to the food in front of her with his hand. "Eat something, babe. C’mon.." 

Y/N struggled to eat the small desert in front of her. She was sure she was squirming in the chair, rubbing her legs together as the thing kept vibrating on her. Stark had that damn smirk on his face the whole time, enjoying the way she was struggling to eat and to keep quiet. By the time they had finished dessert he decided to turn off the toy, wanting to make her wait a bit longer before he brought it back on.  

A complaining whine left her lips as she was too close to her orgasm, but she was also relieved “I think we can go home now...” 

Tony shakes her head and chuckles slight “Not yet, baby...I still want to finish the wine.” Stark motions for the waiter to refill his glass. A few moments later the glasses are refilled and the waiter leaves them alone. Again, he turned on the toy. 

A small moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. Y/N was too worked up now and she was sure her panties were drenched. 

Stark heard the small moan and grinned “Be careful, sweetheart...wouldn't want you to make a scene...” 

“Tony...” She didn’t know if she was complaining or moaning his name anymore, everything feeling too much after being tease with that vibrator for almost an hour now with no release and no possibility to moan.  

He smirked, looking around to see the other patrons in the restaurant were too busy with their own meals to pay them any mind. He leaned in close to her again, the toy still vibrating against her "Are you close, babe? You look close..." 

She could only nods while she bites her lower lip, preventing any sound from coming out of her mouth. Tony noticed how much she was trying to hold it together and he could also tell it was getting harder and more difficult for her "Are you gonna come for me, babe?" 

Her eyes started to roll back and she closes it. Stark smirked again while he turned the toy up the slightest bit more, while his hand moves up her thigh "That's it, baby... come for me, right here in the middle of this restaurant." 

The way her breathing was becoming more and more labored showed him she was close. Y/N's face contorted in pleasure and she was thankful she had her back to most people in there. A small moan leaving her lips as the toy finally made her reach her orgasm while in the restaurant. 

Stark was satisfied, and also somewhat hard, seeing her face as she came and hearing the moan she let out. He turned the toy off after the fact, just watching her with a grin as the wave of her orgasm passed through her in the middle of the restaurant. He finally signed to the waiter to brings them the check. 

While Tony was paying, she almost drank her glass at once after her orgasm subside. Stark set the money down and thanked the waiter, standing up and holding his hand out to her "C'mon, baby. Let's go home." 

Once they were out of the restaurant and at the car, Tony opened the door for her and let her sit down before he went around and got in on the driver's side. He started the car up and started driving, keeping one of his hands on her thigh as he did so. 

Y/N watches as he drove, a comfortable silence settling between them. She wanted to get back at him somehow, just a small tease, so her hand went to the bulge on his pants, rubbing her hand against him through the fabric of his pants.  

Tony was surprised when he felt her hand on his bulge, letting out a small gasp at the feeling of her touching him “Y-Y/N...we're still in the car...” 

“So?” She looks at him innocently while she still teased him slowly.  

A quiet moan was heard from Tony, his gripping the steering wheel tighter as he tried to focus on driving while she continued teasing him "F-Fuck... baby... we're almost at the penthouse..." Stark was struggling to focus, trying to drive as fast he safely could to get them to his penthouse. He bit his lip every time he felt her hand move and he almost let out moan every time she gave a squeeze. 

After what feels like forever to the billionaire, finally he pulled up to the penthouse and parked, shifting his legs to adjust his now-noticeably-tighter-pants. He glanced at her, noticing the smirk on her face and the way her hand was still on his bulge. He groaned when she rubbed it again before he spoke "Inside. Now." 

This time, she didn’t wait for him to open the door. They exit his car and Stark practically shoved her into the elevator and slammed the button to the top floor, barely able to wait the few seconds it went up.  

Once they were at the penthouse, he didn't waste any time before pulling her body to him and kissed her. She kissed him back, the kiss being messy and full of lust. Soon she was pushing his suit jacket off him, throwing somewhere in the ground.  His hands went down to the hem of her dress, lifting it up above her hips as he walked her to his room, without breaking the kiss. 

There was a trail of clothes from the living room to his bedroom: jacked, shirt, dress, pants, shoes, heels, socks. Until they finally hit the bed, with only their underwear on their bodies.  

Stark breaks the kiss and takes in the view of her in her black set of lingerie, his breath getting caught in his throat as he sees her "God, you look absolutely perfect, babe." He pushes her back gently onto the bed, crawling on top of her and beginning to kiss her neck, his hands roaming over her bare body, tracing the lace on her bra. 

Y/N’s hands were on his hair and his neck, teasing him with her nails. Stark continues to leave kisses down her neck, moving down to her chest. He opened her bra before he slides the straps off her shoulders, moving to kiss her breasts.  

She moans slightly feeling his tongue circling her nipple and his mouth sucking it, before he did the same with the other. He kept kissing down her body while his fingers traced the lace of her panties. She lifts her hips to help him take it off, eager for more. 

Tony chuckled at the eagerness, moving off her for a moment so he could slide the panties off, removing them and throwing them somewhere in the room. He spread her legs, the pink toy still there.  

He pulled the toy slightly off her before pushing in again, making Y/N moan. Stark grins, doing it again, pulling the toy in and out painfully slow. 

“Tony...” She moans his name, as he did it again.  

He chuckles, looking at her as he continued his slow pace with the toy "Yeah, baby? What is it?" moans his name, 

 "Stop...teasing...” 

Stark stop, but he kept holding the toy still inside of her "It's not even on..." 

Another moan came from her lips “Please...I need you...” 

He pulled the toy out completely, pulling his boxers down and moving his body above her, settling between her legs. His hands roam over her body, feeling her soft skin under his touch. He looks into her eyes with a smirk, and she can feel his hard cock pressed up against her "Is this what you need, baby?" 

“Yes.” The work came out as a breathless whisper from her lips. He leans down to kiss her, his body resting on top of hers.  

One of his hands moves down to position himself at her entrance, rubbing the tip against her wetness, making her moan against his lips. He smirked hearing it. After a moment of teasing her, he slowly slid himself inside her, his hands on either side of her head to support his height. 

She moans, and she had to fight to keep her eyes open, because the look on his face was too hot. Stark closed his eyes when he bottomed out inside her, letting out a low groan while his lips were parted.  

He opens his eyes, looking down at her face with a smirk. He slowly pulled all the way out, before pushing back in, starting a slow pace. Y/N moaned at each thrusting, their eyes locked.  

Tony started to speed up his pace, wanting to hear her more and more. One of his hands moved to grip her thigh, giving it a squeeze as he adjusted to go faster. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her as he did so.  

Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist, making him reach deeper in this new position. It felt so good as his cock was going faster and hard on her. It didn’t take long for her to start tightening slightly around him, feeling her orgasm approaching. 

“Tony...” 

The way she clenched around him almost made his eyes roll to the back of his head, a groan escaping his lips at the feeling and at the sound of his name on her lips "Fuck..." 

His thrusts started to get sloppy and harder. He was close too. It barely took Y/N a few more seconds before she came, her walls clenching around his cock as his name came out of her lips in the most sinful way.  

Feeling her tighten around him, combined with the way she was saying his name...it’s all it took for Tony to finally cum, spilling his warm seed inside of her. 

Y/N looked at him, with a tired and satisfied smile as she tried to catch her breath back. Tony smiled down at her, before pulling out of her and rolling over to the side, pulling her into his arms.  

Stark pulled the sheets up over them to cover their bodies as he held her close and kissed the top of her head, his hand rubbing up and down her back "I love you." 

“I love you more.” She smiles, looking at him as her body relaxed even more.  

He smiled back, moving his hand to brush some of her hair out of her face "That's not possible. I pretty sure I win at loving you more." Y/N chuckled softly, knowing it was no use to argue over this, he would always win. He chuckled back, enjoying the way she laughed as he ran his hand through her hair. It was quiet for a few moments, both of them just enjoying each other's presence before he spoke again "Did you like the toy? At the restaurant?" 

She nods “It was...interesting.” 

"That's a good way to describe it...” He paused, enjoying the feeling of her in his arms for a moment and tracing figures on her back with his fingers before speaking again. "Would you...want to do it again in public sometime?" 

“Yeah, why not?” She smirks slightly “Maybe next time I’ll tease you.” 

Tony chuckled at that, liking the idea of her teasing him in a public place "Sounds like a plan, darling." 

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You used to be mine

You used to me mine/he used to be mine I wrote this in like 10 min...so yea

Purse angst writing is like my therapy now lol 18+ just in case mention if fluf just angst.

You used to be mine is a song from the musical waitress but I got that phrase itself got stuck in my head for more than one reason I feel like I should turn it into a song

You used to be mine. We were happy. The little kisses the holding hands the shared laughes and my giggles as you for some god unknown reason tried to tickle me. The spark in your eyes,

You used to be mine.

We used to be awake at night talking. I'd struggle to stay up on days where I was so very tired and I knew you had days that were the same. And you comming back was such a a happy joyus time. From the deep kisses one would think you just came back from war. And in a way you had. Now its a mix of sadness and joy because I diny know if things had mm of you slipping away but still.. id give anything to get them back again because you used to be mine.

I honestly don't know what day things changed I wish I could pinpoint it but I do remeber the day when I went its diffrent. You had flown in and I went to you hurriedly to hug like always like a repeate but you you didnt I barely got a hug it was like something was holding you back like you couldn't smile. I wrote it off to a long day, a bad day pushing everything else in the back of my mind like how you'd still look at me diffrent happier, relaxed even on days you were tired and could barely keep your eyes open. I used to be your source of comfort on days where you were pissed off. But then again you used to be mine.

Things slowly slipped unit was too much for me to bear or too little and I cried I mourned our relationship but it made me wonder if we had one at all was it dead long before I noticed. Did you...did yiu play me was I just some pawn to keep you warm on lonely nights. Your demeanor had changed everything about you had changed. I know people grow but this it was too sudden it was too much. Like it pained you to look at me but I wasnt going to let go without.... without you doing it first no, no I wasnt going to be the one to blame for thr fall because, somewhere one time youreally were I know it in my heart even if my mind is wondering I know you used to be mine.

Holding on my a thread was an overstatement. It was like we were going through the motions that were lifeless zombies dont even fit the bill. But still I loved your presence and I was going to hold on as much as I could for as long as I could. And I did whatever I could.

Because you used to be mine

Maybe you could remember

One day the last day of your visit "hey come on sit doen," you had said with just softness and Monessen such love like you had before I saw the love. For a brief flash I had seen love but there was sadness in your eyes after. I knew it was coming and at least you had t he heart by to do it in person. I know it wasnt only because you were a good person but because I was yours and you used to be mine.

I wasnt going to pretend to be strong and not cry. I did you just held me. You had no words just your arms and a sniffle or two. Yiu had said it was nothing I did. Nothing I could've done better. Or diffrent I had been perfect thst I was perfect. But it just things change. They do he was right he changed.

And thats who my tears were for the man you used to be... the man he used to be. It was like he died I don't know why . But the man in front of me wasn't the one I had a relationship with he wasn't mine. He wasn't my human or my person. He was just something else.

But then there were ds softly spoken barely heard words.. sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry. On repeate diffrrnt mixes of first s third but by hey were there there. He had stayed that night. I'll never understand why. He had left in the morning. He had held me and for a bit it was like it was when he used to be mine

I had woken up and just watched him sleep knowing it would be th last time. Then I had fallen back asleep I had always wondered if he had done the same. Il don't think ill ever have an answer. That morning I had woken before he left but I know he did know. He had bent down moved hair from my face. Whispering as long as the (thought) hd could without "waking" me

"I never wanted to hurt you."

He continues

"You'll see its better for you."

I didnt move a muscle. I needed to know everything

"I live for you. I love you"

He kissed me

"You'll always have my heart."

"I'll always be yours."

I wonder if that man is somewhere still out there alive or if the man he is now is just a holle a shell of mystery, a shell of himself. a puppet of the man who used to be mine

That man I'll always love though the man who used to be mine.

Epilogue: I will never believe that the man never was mine

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Hiiiiiii can I request a wife x Anthony bridgerton story where they are newly married and back from their honeymoon so Anthony works a lot where reader nearly never sees him so when she goes to talk to him he snaps at her and takes his stress out on her and reader gives him the silent treatment until she feels like it’s enough. Pls make him work for her forgiveness 😭😭😭😭😭

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Anthony Bridgerton x wife! reader

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The morning sun casts a golden glow through the windows of your shared home, a beacon of warmth and new beginnings. You and Anthony have just returned from your honeymoon, the memories and whispered promises still fresh in your minds. Every corner of your home feels infused with the love and joy of your new life together, a life that seems to stretch out before you with infinite possibilities.

The first few days are blissful. You and Anthony spend lazy mornings entwined in each other’s arms, sharing laughter over breakfast, and planning your future with excitement. His touch, his voice, everything about him fills you with an overwhelming sense of contentment. You are his, and he is yours.

But as the days turn into weeks, you notice a change. Anthony, ever the diligent worker, begins to spend more time in his study, pouring over documents and attending meetings. At first, you understand. You admire his dedication and are proud of his accomplishments. Yet, gradually, his presence becomes a rarity. He leaves early and returns late, often slipping into bed after you’ve fallen asleep and rising before you awaken.

One evening, after another long day of waiting for him, you decide to confront him. The house is quiet, the only sound the ticking of the clock in the hallway. You find him in his study, hunched over his desk, the dim light casting shadows on his face.

“Anthony,” you call softly, stepping into the room. He doesn’t look up, his attention firmly on the papers before him. You take a deep breath, trying to keep your voice steady. “We need to talk.”

He finally glances up, his expression a mix of exhaustion and impatience. “What is it, my love? I’m very busy.”

The endearment feels hollow, and your heart aches. “I know you’re busy, but I miss you. We barely even spend time together . It feels like you’ve forgotten about me, about us.” you murmur

He sighs, rubbing his temples. “I haven’t forgotten. I’m doing this for us, for our future. Can’t you understand that?” he says with venom in his mouth.

“I understand, but what good is the future if we’re not happy now?” The words tumble out, your voice rising with emotion. “You’re consumed by your work, Anthony. You’re neglecting our marriage.”

His eyes flash with irritation, and before you can react, he snaps. “Just mind your own business, will you? I’m doing what needs to be done.” he spats.

You stand there, stunned and hurt, his harsh words cutting deeper than you’d imagined possible. Without another word, you turn and leave, the sound of your footsteps echoing in the silent house.

In the days that follow, the pain of his outburst lingers. You decide to give him the silent treatment, unable to bear the thought of speaking to him. You avoid him, your interactions reduced to strained silences and cold civility. He tries to reach out, but you turn away, your hurt and pride keeping you at a distance.

Anthony, realizing his mistake, begins to make amends. Each morning, you find fresh flowers on your bedside table, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the dull ache in your heart. He sends you beautiful gowns, their fine fabrics a reminder of his thoughtfulness. Every day, he apologizes, his voice earnest and filled with regret.

“I’m sorry, my love,” he says repeatedly. “Please forgive me.”

A week passes, and you find yourself missing him more than you can bear. The sight of the flowers, the sound of his apologies, all begin to chip away at your resolve. One evening, as the sun sets and the house is bathed in the soft glow of twilight, you find him in his study once more.“Anthony,” you say quietly. He looks up, hope flickering in his eyes. “I forgive you. But you must promise me, promise me that you will never speak to me like that again.”

He pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly as if he might never let go. “I’ve missed you too, more than you can imagine.”

You stand there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, the world outside fading away. In that moment, you know that no matter what challenges lie ahead, you will face them together, bound by love and the promise of a future filled with happiness.

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I have an idea for this Accidental Roommates AU (example: both character and reader book the same apartment and are now roommates), and I hope this makes sense to you! So, it's with Tony&fem!reader. They'll turn into a lovely couple after some time, and adopt a kitten/cat together? Tony Stark is the biggest cat dad in the world, and no one will convince me otherwise hehe.

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ROOM FOR TWO - part I

⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK

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ᯓ★ Summary: Finding out that the apartment you were supposed to live in is overbooked isn't the best way to start college, especially if your roommate it Tony Stark in all his arrogance. Will things between you two change when you have to co-parent a stray kitten?

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A campus rental, small and cozy, isn’t what you pictured when you imagined your first college apartment. The place is narrow, the walls are beige, and the furniture is outdated—but it’s private. Or so you thought.

When you first walk in, your suitcase bumping against the doorframe, you’re ready to start unpacking, excited about this small taste of independence. But before you make it past the entryway, you hear footsteps and a muttered curse.

Then you see him. Standing in the doorway to the kitchen, staring at you like you’re the one who doesn’t belong here.

“What are you doing here?” he asks. His voice is sharp, confused, and a little annoyed. He’s got dark hair that’s messily falling into his eyes and he’s wearing a band T-shirt, ripped and faded like it’s been through too many wash cycles. His jeans are equally worn, fitting him a little too well, and he has this stance—relaxed but tense at the same time—that suggests he isn’t someone who’s often surprised. You know who he is, of course. He’s in your engineering class, always the one who asks questions so far above everyone’s heads that even the professor sometimes looks thrown.

“Um… I live here?” You don’t mean to make it sound like a question, but it kind of is. Because despite the paperwork in your bag and the email from the landlord, this feels wrong. Or at the very least, unexpected.

“No, you don’t,” he counters, folding his arms and raising an eyebrow. “I do.”

You shake your head, forcing yourself to stand a little straighter. “I signed the lease last month. I have emails and everything.”

“Yeah?” He pulls out his phone, scrolling with one hand before he flashes his screen toward you. “So did I.”

You squint, trying to make out the details through the faint glare. And then it hits you. Your landlord—the one who’d been juggling your papers at your first meeting, his glasses slipping down his nose as he talked in circles about tenant rights and late fees—must have double-booked the apartment.

Great.

Tony sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Alright, this has to be some kind of clerical error. I’ll call the landlord and sort it out. This isn’t—” he gestures to you, almost like he’s waving you off, “—what I signed up for.”

“Hey,” you say, putting a hand on your hip. “I didn’t sign up for this either. You think I wanted a roommate?”

“Considering I was promised a solo apartment? No.” He rolls his eyes, the look almost theatrical. But there’s something tired in it, something that tells you he’s just as put out as you are.

You cross your arms and look him over, not backing down. “Fine. Call him.”

He stares at you for a second, like he’s trying to figure out why you’re challenging him, before he pulls up his phone again. He dials, waits for a second, and then mutters a low curse when he’s sent to voicemail. “Of course,” he grumbles. “The guy’s probably out somewhere completely unreachable.”

“Figures,” you mutter back. “This is a disaster.”

Tony shoves his phone back into his pocket and leans against the counter, watching you with a resigned sort of amusement. “Well, I don’t have anywhere else to go. And unless you’re secretly a millionaire with a spare apartment lined up, I’m guessing you don’t either.”

The sarcasm in his voice makes you narrow your eyes. “I have a backup plan, thank you very much,” you lie, because you’d rather not give him the satisfaction of thinking he’s got the upper hand here. But he’s not buying it. The way he’s smirking tells you that much.

“Right,” he says, dragging out the word, “but if you’re planning on staying at this backup plan, you’d better let me know soon because I’d rather not waste time unpacking if I’ll be the only one here.”

You bite back an irritated response, taking a deep breath instead. “Look,” you start, forcing yourself to be diplomatic, “why don’t we just… figure this out later? The landlord will be available at some point, and we can get this sorted then.”

“Fine by me,” he replies with a careless shrug, but you notice his eyes linger on you a little longer than you expect. “So what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you reply shortly, unsure if you want to give him any more than that just yet.

“Tony,” he says. There’s something about the way he says it that feels almost like a challenge, like he’s waiting to see how you’ll respond.

But you just nod, trying to ignore the way he’s sizing you up, like he’s deciding whether you’re friend or foe. You’re here to study, to focus on your degree—not to get tangled up in whatever Tony Stark’s got going on.

“So, um…” You gesture around the apartment awkwardly, not really sure what to do next. “I guess we should… set some ground rules?”

“Sure.” He pushes off the counter and stands in the middle of the small kitchen, arms folded as he looks at you expectantly. “You start.”

“Alright,” you say, steeling yourself. “Number one: respect each other’s space.”

He nods, almost a bit too seriously. “Agreed. Number two: no loud music after ten.”

You arch a brow, half-smiling. “Already calling me a party animal?”

Tony shrugs, unbothered. “I’ve seen you in class. You don’t look like the type who needs extra chaos, that’s all.”

You’re not sure if it’s a compliment or a jab, but you let it slide. “Number three: split the cleaning. I’m not a maid, and I don’t plan on cleaning up after you.”

“Noted.” He holds up his hands in a mock defensive gesture. “I’m pretty tidy anyway.”

“Good.” You cross your arms, feeling slightly more in control of the situation now that you’re laying down some structure. “Number four: don’t touch my food.”

He smirks at that, leaning a little closer. “You think I want your ramen?”

“It’s very good ramen,” you retort, bristling a bit at the implication.

“Sure, sure,” he says, grinning now. “Anything else?”

“Not for now,” you say, though you know there are probably a dozen more things you could add. But you’ll figure those out as you go. For now, you just want to unpack and get this over with.

“Cool,” he says, nodding in agreement. He turns, heading toward the living area, which also serves as a shared bedroom thanks to a convertible couch and a twin bed crammed into one corner. “So, who gets the couch?”

You hesitate, looking between the couch and the twin bed. The bed is closer to the window, which would be nice, but the couch has more privacy since it’s further from the door. “Uh… maybe we take turns?”

Tony snorts, plopping himself down on the couch and stretching out, arms folded behind his head. “I’m good here,” he says with a smirk, like he’s already staked his claim.

Your irritation flares again, but you let it go, deciding that it’s not worth the fight. “Fine. I’ll take the bed.”

“Perfect.” He doesn’t even open his eyes, clearly satisfied with the arrangement.

You grab your suitcase and start unpacking your things into the small dresser on the far side of the room. Every now and then, you catch him watching you from the corner of his eye, but he doesn’t say anything.

The silence stretches out, a little too heavy and a little too tense, until you can’t take it anymore.

“So,” you say, desperate for a distraction, “what’s your major?”

“Mechanical engineering,” he replies without missing a beat. “What about you?”

“Engineering, too,” you say, feeling a bit relieved that you have something in common. But he just raises an eyebrow, like he’s not sure if he’s impressed or skeptical.

“Didn’t peg you as the type,” he says, his tone teasing but not unkind.

You laugh a little, rolling your eyes. “Yeah? And what’s ‘the type’?”

He shrugs. “Just… different. I dunno. You don’t seem like you’d be into all the math and circuits and long nights in the lab.”

“Shows what you know,” you say, surprised by your own defensiveness. But it’s true—engineering is your passion, even if people don’t always expect it from you.

Tony sits up a little, watching you with newfound interest. “Fair enough. Maybe you’ll surprise me.”

The way he says it, like he’s almost daring you to, makes you feel like you have something to prove. “Maybe I will.”

He grins, and you can’t help but smile back, despite yourself. There’s something about him that’s annoyingly charming, even if he’s a bit smug.

“So, guess we’re stuck together,” he says, stretching again and giving a mock yawn as he looks around the small space. “Might as well make the most of it, right?”

“Right,” you say, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves in your stomach. It’s going to be a long semester.

The evening settles in, the sky outside darkening as you both settle into your corners of the small apartment. And even though it’s awkward and tense and neither of you is thrilled about the arrangement, there’s a strange sense of possibility in the air. As much as you hate to admit it, maybe being roommates with Tony Stark won’t be the worst thing in the world.

Or maybe it’ll be a disaster.

The first few weeks of living with Tony Stark are, in a word, chaotic.

It doesn’t take long for you to realize that sharing a space with him means constantly navigating a fine line between friendly coexistence and utter frustration. He has this way of making himself at home in every corner of the apartment, like he’s somehow managed to expand into all the free space. You can’t go to the bathroom without finding his razor on the sink, his textbooks spread across the counter, or his laundry draped over a chair. And then there’s his music—always loud and mostly classic rock, blaring at all hours, completely ignoring your “no loud music after ten” rule.

One morning, as you walk bleary-eyed to the kitchen for coffee, you trip over a pile of Tony’s sneakers lying by the door.

“Tony!” you shout, cursing as you nearly spill your coffee. “Your shoes are everywhere. I can’t even walk in here without tripping.”

He pokes his head around the corner, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. “Relax, Y/N, it’s just a couple of shoes. Don’t get your circuits crossed.” He grins around the toothbrush, somehow managing to look amused and cocky at the same time.

You glare. “It’s not just the shoes. It’s the shoes, your textbooks, the dishes you leave in the sink—do you know what a dishwasher is?”

He raises an eyebrow, half-amused, half-unbothered. “Do you know what a chill pill is?”

You roll your eyes, muttering under your breath, and try to focus on your coffee. He’s insufferable, really, and yet… somehow, every time he flashes that grin, you feel a flicker of something you can’t quite name. Not that it makes him any less irritating.

The semester picks up, and with it, so do the all-nighters. You’re both in the same engineering program, and you’re both competitive. When he’s hunched over his laptop at two in the morning, the screen casting his face in an eerie blue light, you find yourself in the same position, furiously scribbling equations, desperate to finish before he does. Occasionally, you catch him glancing over at you, eyebrow raised, like he’s silently challenging you to keep up. And you do.

One night, you’re both exhausted, sprawled on opposite ends of the couch after a particularly grueling set of lab assignments. You’re barely holding a pencil in your hand, too tired to even write another line. He’s in the same state, eyes half-closed, notebook resting against his chest.

“You’re not as bad at this as I thought you’d be,” he mumbles, half-asleep.

“Thanks,” you mutter back, too tired to argue or throw a sarcastic response his way. “You’re not that bad, either.”

He huffs, like he’s barely holding back a laugh. You don’t know why, but the sound actually makes you smile.

Tony’s bad habits still drive you crazy, though, especially when it comes to his tendency to hog the tiny bathroom you both share. One morning, after he’s been in there for over twenty minutes, you finally bang on the door.

“Tony, hurry up! I have class in half an hour!”

The door cracks open, and he peeks his head out, hair still dripping from his shower. “Calm down, I’m almost done.”

“Almost done? You’ve been in there forever!” you snap, crossing your arms.

He grins, completely unfazed. “If you’re so desperate, feel free to join me.”

You feel your face heat up, and before you can come up with a comeback, he winks and shuts the door again, leaving you fuming and red-faced in the hallway. That’s Tony, always pushing buttons just because he can.

Over time, though, things… change. Somewhere between the petty arguments and the grudging coexistence, you start to fall into a rhythm. You still bicker, but there’s an unspoken understanding now. You’ll swap the couch and the bed without making a fuss, automatically take turns in the kitchen, and sometimes, you’ll even study together.

You find out that Tony’s more than just the arrogant guy from class—he’s sharp, quick with a joke, and oddly attentive. Sometimes, you’ll wake up to find a fresh cup of coffee waiting for you, and he’ll wave it off, muttering something about it being “just convenient.” And in return, you start picking up his shoes without complaining, throwing his clothes into the hamper, and even bringing him snacks during your late-night study sessions.

It’s a Friday night, and for once, you’re not spending it at home or at the library. You’ve actually got a date—a rarity in your life—and you spent more time than you’d like to admit getting ready, carefully putting on makeup and smoothing down your dress.

Tony, of course, has been watching with that teasing glint in his eyes the entire time, slouched on the couch with his laptop, occasionally smirking like he knows something you don’t.

“You’re actually going out with this guy?” he asks, after you’ve checked your reflection for the fifth time.

“Yes, Tony, people do go on dates. You should try it sometime.”

He laughs, that casual, easy chuckle that you hate because it always manages to sound good. “I don’t need a date, Y/N. I get enough action as it is.”

You roll your eyes, grabbing your purse. “Enjoy your action tonight, Stark. I’ll be back late.”

But as the evening wears on, your mood changes. You’re sitting at a café table, checking your watch for the third time. Your “date” was supposed to meet you half an hour ago, but there’s no sign of him. A growing feeling of embarrassment builds in your chest, and with each passing minute, it gets worse. You don’t want to be that girl who waits around for someone who clearly isn’t coming. With a sigh, you grab your bag and head home, hoping Tony won’t notice your early return.

When you open the door, though, Tony looks up from the couch, eyebrows raised. “That was… fast.”

You sigh, closing the door and leaning against it, trying not to let the disappointment show on your face. “He, um… he didn’t show up.”

Tony’s expression changes, softening a little. He puts his laptop aside and stands up, crossing the room to stand in front of you. For once, there’s no teasing in his eyes, no smirk. “Wait, he stood you up?”

You shrug, forcing a smile. “It’s not a big deal. I probably wasn’t his type, anyway.”

“Not his type?” Tony’s face hardens a little, his tone sharp. “Y/N, he’s an idiot. You’re amazing. He just missed out on something great.”

You blink, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. “You don’t have to say that.”

He shakes his head, his hand reaching out almost instinctively to touch your shoulder. “I’m not saying it because I have to. I’m saying it because it’s true.” His gaze holds yours, steady and warm, and for the first time, you realize just how intense his eyes are.

There’s a moment of silence, heavy and charged, and you feel your pulse quicken. You’re standing close, closer than usual, and for once, there’s no witty comeback, no sarcastic remark from him. Just Tony, looking at you like he sees something in you that no one else does.

“Hey,” he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you murmur, swallowing against the sudden tightness in your throat. “I just… I guess I feel a little stupid, that’s all.”

Tony’s face softens, and to your surprise, he pulls you into a gentle hug, his arms wrapping around you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “You’re not stupid, Y/N,” he says quietly, his voice a warm murmur against your hair. “Some guys are just idiots. Trust me—I know a lot of them.”

You laugh against his shoulder, feeling some of the hurt and embarrassment melt away. “Thanks, Tony.”

He pulls back slightly, his hands resting on your shoulders, his gaze searching yours. “Anytime. Seriously.”

For a moment, you just stand there, lost in his eyes, feeling something shift between you. He’s still Tony—annoying, messy, impossible—but there’s something else there now, something unspoken. And suddenly, the idea of him as just your roommate feels almost… disappointing.

He seems to feel it too, because he lets go and steps back, clearing his throat. “So, uh… if you want, we could watch a movie or something? My treat. I have some popcorn in the cupboard, and I promise not to talk through the entire thing.”

You smile, nodding. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

And as you settle onto the couch together, for once in comfortable silence, you can’t help but feel like this night turned out better than you expected.

The first time it happens, it’s an accident. You don’t even plan on a second Friday movie night, but somehow, it just becomes part of the routine.

A week after your canceled date, you both end up crashing on the couch with a couple of cheap takeout containers, both too tired to think about cooking or studying. Tony puts on an old action flick, and you spend half the movie rolling your eyes at the ridiculous stunts, only to find him muttering a dramatic running commentary just to make you laugh. By the end of it, you’re not sure if the movie was any good, but you’re grinning, and you realize it’s the most relaxed you’ve felt in weeks.

From then on, Friday movie nights are a thing.

Every Friday, no matter how hectic your schedules are, you and Tony put aside a couple of hours to flop down on the couch and watch something. The movies vary—from classic thrillers to cheesy rom-coms, and even the occasional animated film—but somehow, it always feels like the best part of your week. And, slowly, it becomes one of the best parts of living with Tony.

You look forward to the comfort of those quiet evenings, knowing that you can just curl up with a blanket and relax without any pressure or expectations. Tony usually picks the movie, claiming he has “refined taste,” and you mostly let him—except for the times when you insist on watching something with a little more plot and a little less gratuitous explosion.

One Friday Night

It’s late in the semester, and you’re running on fumes. Between exams, projects, and late-night study sessions, you’re barely getting four hours of sleep a night. You’re slouched against the arm of the couch, wrapped in your favorite blanket, trying to keep your eyes open as Tony scrolls through the movie options.

He shoots you a look, one eyebrow raised. “You sure you’re up for this? You look about two seconds away from passing out.”

You wave him off, trying to suppress a yawn. “I’m fine. Just… pick something, preferably not too loud, and not too complicated.”

“Noted,” he says with a small smirk, settling on a lighthearted rom-com.

You start the movie together, but within minutes, your eyelids are drooping, the exhaustion from the week catching up with you. Tony glances over at you occasionally, eyes softening each time he catches you nodding off, but he doesn’t say anything. He just shifts slightly so you’re more comfortable, like he’s already expecting you to fall asleep.

And then, without really thinking about it, you let yourself sink against him, your head resting on his shoulder as you drift off. He freezes at first, his body going stiff as he looks down at you, eyes widening. But you’re already halfway to sleep, curled up with your blanket, completely unaware of how close you’ve moved.

Tony’s expression softens, and he settles back into the couch, letting his arm drape casually along the back, his body relaxing beneath your weight. He takes a deep breath, a tiny smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. He’s always liked having you close, but you’re usually too guarded, too quick to pull away if he even nudges a little closer during the movie. But right now, with you dozing off against him, he can’t help but feel a quiet kind of happiness.

When the credits roll, he’s still sitting there, one arm around your shoulders, careful not to move too much in case it wakes you. He’s not sure why it feels so right, holding you like this, feeling the warmth of your body against his, but he doesn’t want it to end. Not yet.

Eventually, you shift a little, mumbling something in your sleep, and he swallows, feeling his heart skip a beat. He’s never thought of himself as someone who’s into all that romantic stuff, but right now, he’s sure he wouldn’t mind just staying here like this for a little longer.

After that first time, the accidental cuddling becomes a regular part of Friday nights. Some weeks, you manage to stay awake for most of the movie, laughing and joking with him, but other times, especially when you’re exhausted, you inevitably end up leaning against him. And each time, Tony stays perfectly still, like he doesn’t want to ruin the moment, secretly relishing the feel of you snuggled against him, warm and close.

He never says a word about it, and you don’t notice, or at least, you don’t seem to. It’s a quiet, unspoken thing between you. And in a strange way, it brings you closer, turning those Friday nights into something special.

One Friday, as you’re drifting off, you mumble something into his shoulder. “Thanks, Tony… for putting up with me,” you say, voice thick with sleep.

He chuckles softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “Anytime, Y/N,” he murmurs, his voice low. “You’re a lot easier to put up with than you think.”

And even though you’re already asleep, the faint smile on your lips tells him you know.

One rainy Tuesday, you’re buried in textbooks, barely aware of the time, when the door bursts open, and Tony steps in, drenched from head to toe. There’s water dripping from his hair, his hoodie soaked through, but that’s not what catches your attention. It’s the tiny, gray-furred creature cradled in his arms, mewling pitifully as it clings to his chest.

You gape at him. “Tony, what—?”

He grins, holding up the little kitten, who peers at you with wide, curious eyes. “Found her outside the library, all alone in the rain. Look at this face—she’s practically begging for a home.”

You blink, not entirely sure how to respond. “Tony, we can’t just… bring a stray home.”

“Why not?” He’s already taken off his jacket, now gently rubbing the kitten dry with the inside of his sleeve. “She clearly needed someone, and I figured, hey, we’ve got space. I already named her and everything.”

You fold your arms, fighting a smile. “Oh? And what, pray tell, is her name?”

He lifts the kitten up, gazing at her with an affectionate look you’ve never seen on his face before. “This is Dumpling,” he says, voice soft as he scratches under her tiny chin. “She looks like a dumpling, don’t you think?”

You burst out laughing, surprised at how fitting it is. The kitten has round, wide eyes and soft, fluffy gray fur that’s sticking up in odd directions. Despite your initial protests, you can already feel yourself softening.

“Alright, Dumpling,” you sigh, reaching out to stroke her tiny head as she lets out a delicate purr. “I guess you’re ours now.”

Tony grins, triumphant, and Dumpling stretches a little, her tiny body relaxing against his chest. And just like that, you have a cat.

Within days, Dumpling has taken over your lives—and, somehow, your relationship with Tony transforms right along with it. The two of you fall into an easy routine of “parenting,” like you’ve somehow become an unlikely team. Dumpling’s food bowl is filled, water is changed, and cat toys litter the living room floor, a mess that somehow makes the apartment feel homier.

You and Tony develop a sort of playful banter around it, too.

One morning, you catch him standing at the kitchen counter, holding a small spoonful of tuna over Dumpling’s head, his expression one of extreme concentration as he tries to get her to “high-five” for it. You snort as you walk into the kitchen.

“Really, Tony? We’re training her now?”

He turns, smirking. “Hey, she’s got potential. I think with a little more time, she might be able to help us with homework.”

You roll your eyes but secretly love the way he’s taken to Dumpling. “You’re just spoiling her,” you say, grabbing your coffee.

“Oh, and you’re not?” He raises an eyebrow, pointing to the fluffy cat bed you impulse-bought online last week. “I think someone’s getting a little too attached.”

“Okay, fair.” You shrug, and as if on cue, Dumpling saunters over to you, rubbing against your leg and purring. You bend down to pick her up, laughing as she curls up in your arms. “But I’m the responsible one. She’s clearly a daddy’s girl.”

“Oh, so I’m ‘Dad’ now?” he teases, reaching over to scratch Dumpling behind the ears. She stretches into his hand, and he gives you a mock-stern look. “That makes you the mom, doesn’t it?”

You feel a slight flush at his words, but you roll your eyes, playing along. “Fine. But if she wakes up at three in the morning, ‘Dad’ is definitely taking that shift.”

He chuckles, and there’s a warmth to it, a little spark that seems to light up every time he glances at you.

As the weeks pass, Dumpling becomes an integral part of your Friday night ritual, usually curled up in your lap or wedged between the two of you as you watch movies. She has this adorable habit of pawing at Tony’s arm if he stops petting her, and though he pretends to be annoyed, you know he secretly loves it.

One night, Tony is stretched out on the couch, Dumpling sprawled lazily across his chest as he scratches her head. You’re curled up beside him, drowsy after a long week, watching a classic rom-com as the rain patters against the window. It’s cozy, peaceful, and you’re so comfortable that you can’t help but let your head rest against his shoulder. The weight of his arm, slung casually over the back of the couch, feels like it’s holding you there, like maybe he wants you just as close as you want to be.

Somewhere in the movie, Dumpling hops down and trots off to her bed, leaving just the two of you on the couch. You’re both quiet, the movie long forgotten as the rain falls softly outside.

When Tony shifts beside you, you feel him turn slightly, his gaze lingering. You look up at him, and for a moment, the two of you just stare at each other, the space between you seeming smaller and smaller.

He clears his throat, almost like he’s about to break the silence, but instead, he just chuckles softly, brushing a stray hair from your face. “You know, I think Dumpling was onto something.”

“Onto what?” you murmur, heart beating just a little faster.

He grins, that warm, gentle grin you’ve come to love. “She figured out she likes being close to you way faster than I did.”

Your breath catches, and you’re not sure if it’s the rain or the warmth in his voice, but something inside you pulls you toward him, drawn by the tenderness in his eyes, the way his fingers lightly brush your cheek. “Tony…”

He leans in, so close now you can feel his breath on your skin. “Yeah?”

You don’t answer, and he doesn’t wait, his lips capturing yours in a soft, lingering kiss. It’s tender, unhurried, like he’s savoring the moment, and you melt into him, feeling the warmth of his hand gently cradling your face. All those unspoken moments, the teasing, the playful “parenting” of Dumpling, the late-night study sessions—all of it seems to click into place, like you were always meant to be here, like this.

When you finally pull back, your face flushes with warmth, and he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing in the world.

“I didn’t know I needed that,” he says softly, a little breathless, his thumb brushing gently over your cheek.

You smile, your fingers finding his as you hold his hand. “Neither did I. Guess we can thank Dumpling.”

He laughs, that soft, happy sound that makes your heart skip a beat. “Yeah, our little matchmaker.”

From then on, the apartment feels different, warmer. Friday nights turn into something even sweeter, and Dumpling, your shared “little family member,” watches with a quiet approval, curling up beside you as you and Tony share the couch, hands intertwined, each of you finally knowing exactly where you belong.

Being with Tony as a couple is somehow both everything you expected and completely different. The teasing and playful dynamic remains, but there’s a new, unspoken warmth in everything you do together, a kind of quiet intimacy that’s hard to put into words.

You both quickly fall into a routine, but with small moments that make your heart race, the soft touches and lingering glances that remind you this is real now. Dumpling is still the center of attention in your little “family,” and her mischievous nature keeps you both on your toes.

It’s a lazy Tuesday morning, and you’re attempting to get ready for class. You’re putting on your makeup in the bathroom when Tony comes up behind you, arms slipping around your waist, chin propped on your shoulder as he gazes at your reflection in the mirror.

“You know, you look pretty cute in the mornings, even if you’re annoyed,” he murmurs, grinning as he watches your expression in the mirror. Dumpling is at your feet, playfully pawing at the hem of his jeans as he nuzzles against your shoulder.

“‘Annoyed’ is putting it lightly,” you say, though a smile slips through. “Dumpling decided to wake me up at 4 a.m. because someone decided it was a good idea to feed her a can of tuna last night.”

He shrugs, unrepentant. “She deserves the best. Besides, you look extra pretty when you’re slightly annoyed.” He presses a gentle kiss on your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

You roll your eyes but turn to face him, the playfulness in his eyes melting into something softer. He brushes a thumb over your cheek and then kisses you softly. You hear a soft meow at your feet, and Tony chuckles against your lips, pulling back only to scoop Dumpling up. “Alright, little one. Mom and Dad have classes to get to. Try not to destroy the place while we’re gone.”

Dumpling mews indignantly but seems satisfied when Tony scratches her head, her loud purr filling the bathroom.

Word about you and Tony spreads across campus faster than either of you expects. For a while, you just think you’re imagining the occasional stares, the murmurs when you and Tony sit together at lunch, his arm slung casually over the back of your chair as he chats with his friends. But soon enough, the stares turn into glares, particularly from some of the girls who used to linger around him before you two were official.

You overhear whispers in the library one afternoon as you’re studying. Two girls at a nearby table are staring over, murmuring to each other with pinched expressions.

“Can you believe he’s with her? Tony Stark?” one of them says, not-so-subtly looking you up and down.

The other girl huffs, rolling her eyes. “She must’ve done something to reel him in. I mean, he could do way better.”

Their words sting, but you pretend not to notice, focusing instead on your notes. Just then, Tony appears behind you, pressing a kiss to your temple, and plopping down in the seat next to you. The two girls exchange wide-eyed glances, their whispers silencing instantly. You try to brush it off, but Tony notices the tension in your shoulders.

“Don’t listen to them,” he says quietly, his hand finding yours beneath the table. “They don’t know what they’re talking about.”

You look at him, and he gives you that soft, reassuring smile that makes everything else fade away. With him beside you, the whispers and stares don’t matter. You squeeze his hand, feeling a quiet pride at being the one he chose.

The Friday movie nights are still sacred, but now they have an even cozier feel. You and Tony snuggle up on the couch, Dumpling curled between you or lazily sprawled across your laps. The cat’s purring is a constant soundtrack, her favorite place being Tony’s lap, where she can knead her tiny paws against his hoodie.

One night, you’re nestled together, Dumpling snoozing away as the credits roll on an old thriller Tony insisted on watching. You turn to him, still feeling the thrill of the movie but comforted by his warmth beside you.

“I think we make a pretty good team, don’t you?” you murmur, resting your head against his chest.

He chuckles, kissing the top of your head. “The best team. Even if Dumpling keeps trying to sabotage my snacks.” He’s referring to how Dumpling “steals” the popcorn from his lap whenever he’s not looking.

You smile, pulling his arm closer around you. “And if she’s got any competition for attention on campus, I think I know who her biggest fan is.”

He laughs, his arm tightening around you, his face lighting up. “Well, can you blame me? Between you and Dumpling, I’ve got everything I need.”

It’s a quiet Saturday morning, and you’re curled up in bed, still half-asleep, when you feel the mattress dip slightly. You open one eye to see Tony settling Dumpling gently beside you, her little head nestled into your pillow. He grins as you blink at him, half-confused and half-amused.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you. Dumpling lets out a tiny squeak between the two of you, as if demanding her own share of attention.

With Tony’s gentle kiss, the cozy weight of Dumpling snuggled next to you, and the soft light filtering through the window, you can’t remember ever feeling this content. It’s just a small moment, but it’s perfect, each day settling you further into this life you’re building together.

One night, you’re both lying in bed, Dumpling curled up at the foot, fast asleep. You’re wrapped in Tony’s arms, his fingers gently tracing patterns along your shoulder as you lie in comfortable silence, the room lit by the soft glow of the city outside.

Out of nowhere, Tony clears his throat, and you can feel his heartbeat quicken slightly. He takes a breath, then murmurs, “I love you.”

It’s so soft that you almost miss it, but your heart skips, warmth flooding through you. You look up, seeing the nervous but hopeful look in his eyes.

A smile spreads across your face as you reach up, touching his cheek. “I love you too, Tony,” you say, voice soft but steady.

His face breaks into a grin, and he pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead as if sealing the words between you. Dumpling lets out a sleepy, annoyed noise, but you both laugh, neither of you moving.

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*Peter and Y/N being scolded by Tony*

Peter sheepishly: “I’m sorry we skipped school.”

Tony: “You skipped school?!”

Peter: “Nooo…”

Y/N: “We were solving a murder.”

Tony: “Solving a murder is no reason to skip school.”

Y/N sarcastically: “Okay, Department of Education.”

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Prompt idea:

Peter and Tony casual dating.

Snap, Peter is gone.

Tony gets back with Pepper and has Morgan.

Tony snaps. Everyone comes back. He dies.

It gets revealed not long after the funeral that Peter is pregnant and it's Tony's.

Pepper writes him a big ass check to never reveal it. " It would ruin the image the world has of Tony"

So Peter agreed, but some people knew. Queue Bucky stepping in and stepping up to support Peter during his pregnancy. They fall in love, they mate and grew their family more.

Benjamin Anthony Barnes age 6, and Rebecca May Barnes age 3.

So imagine there shock when a Tony Stark shows up one day to their home. He has been back a few years but it wasn't out. Tony feeling guilty about the family he created while Peter was dusted and then finding out he had gotten married with kids.

But he found some paper work that just didn't make sense. That's when he realized what Pepper hid from him.

Then he finds that Barnes has been raising his son and has a kid of his own with Peter?

What are they gonna do?

[greatwyrmgold]

Let the record show that these posts were made four minutes apart. Either goattypegirl is a fast reader, or she saw where this was going pretty quick.

Read Tales of Suspense 39 and tell me again how superhero comics are inherently progressive asshole

[jiarkives]

julia’s favorites ! (i)

♡ - fluff ; ♤ - angst ; ☆ - series

harry potter / marauders

♡ new romantics - james potter

↳ @pretty-little-mind33

♡ chosen sister - fred weasley

↳ @potter-imagines

♡ please don’t touch the artwork - fred weasley

↳ @writesowhatnext

♡♤ after all this time - fred weasley

↳ @twelvegods

♤♡ sick of the silence - theodore nott

↳ @iloveinej

♡ untitled - james potter

♡ untitled - marauders

↳ @theemporium

♤ i’ve got plans, sorry (i) - james potter

♤ i’ll reschedule (ii) - james potter

↳ @livinginshambles

♤ secrecy - james potter, remus lupin

↳ @wolfmoonmusic

♡♤ what was i made for? - james potter

↳ @once-upon-an-imagine

♡♤ end up here - theodore nott

↳ @priniya

♡ untitled - sirius black

↳ @ddejavvu

☆ winter in the shade - marauders

↳ @willowbleedsonpaper

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marvel

♡♤ only you - steve rogers

↳ @sunvmars

♤ obsession - bucky barnes

♤♡ graveyard (i) - bucky barnes

♤ sacrifice (ii) - bucky barnes

↳ @wkemeup

♤ heart of glass - bucky barnes

♤ nothing breaks like a heart - bucky barnes

↳ @buckybabesonly

♡ how could they not know? - druig

↳ @saintlike78

♡ sunshine - druig

↳ @itsapeterthing

♡ sushi and fun mugs - bucky barnes

↳ @lovelybarnes

♤ no questions asked - steve rogers

↳ @pellucid-constellations

♡ you have a girlfriend? - bucky barnes

↳ @antiquarianfics

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jujutsu kaisen

♡ scent of a flower - geto suguru

↳ @jabamin

♡ family sleepover - choso kamo

↳ @potter-imagines

♡ no heart - gojo satoru

♡ i’m afraid that’s just the way the world works (but i think that it could work for you and me) - geto suguru

↳ @saetoru

♡ cats & compromise - fushiguro megumi

↳ @augustinewrites

♡ weight - gojo satoru

♡ to protect - gojo satoru ft. fushiguro megumi

↳ @tender-rosiey

♡ untitled - gojo satoru

↳ @goroujo

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top gun / top gun: maverick

♡ hollywood’s angel - javy ‘coyote’ machado

↳ @averagewriter-inthedark

♡♤ untitled - bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw

♡ a glimpse of them - bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw ft. pete ‘maverick’ mitchell

↳ @bradshawsbaby

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criminal minds

♡ untitled - aaron hotchner

♡♤ untitled - spencer reid

↳ @luveline

♡ untitled - aaron hotchner

↳ @ddejavvu

♡ out of the spotlight - spencer reid

↳ @sometimesiwritebadly

♤ back to me - aaron hotchner

↳ @the-bau-quinjet

♡ a well-kept secret - spencer reid

↳ @astrophileous

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genshin impact

♤♡ “i’ve got you, i swear. nothing’s going to happen to you when i’m here.” - diluc ragnvindr

↳ @lucluvr

♤ not enough - diluc ragnvindr

♡ mortal customs - platonic!xiao, zhongli

♤♡ i promise - shikanoin heizou

♡ solace - lyney

↳ @averageallogene

♤ replaced - diluc ragnvindr

↳ @littlequackerman

♡♤ strawberries and wolves - diluc ragnvindr, platonic!razor

↳ @uselsshuman

♡ papa of the melusines - neuvilette

↳ @i23kaz

♡ mischief & melusines - neuvilette

↳ @itadorey

♡ untitled - neuvilette

↳ @auratux

♡ another woman claims to be his girlfriend? - lyney, wanderer

↳ @gfmima

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call of duty

♡ untitled - simon ‘ghost’ riley

↳ @rileyslibrary

♡♤ whatchya got, boy? - john ‘soap’ mactavish

↳ @roosterr

♤♡ as long as i’m here - task force 141 + alejandro vargas

♡♤ no one can hurt you - task force 141 + alejandro vargas + rodolfo parra

↳ @krypticcafe

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bridgerton

♡ reunion of sorts - anthony bridgerton

↳ @ijustwant2write

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attack on titan

♤ all too familiar - levi ackerman

♤♡ onwards past to eternity - levi ackerman

♡ and so it begins - levi ackerman

♡ it’s a wrap! - levi ackerman

↳ @jayteacups

♤♡ i want you with me - jean kirstein

♤♡ my love for you is endless - mikasa ackerman

♤ tell me i’ve been lied to - levi ackerman

☆ cherry - reiner braun, jean kirstein

↳ @damn-stark

♕ divider — @bunnysrph

[juridical-angel-blog]

Tony Stark-IronMan! Engineering - finance genius and skilled policemaker, he is heir and president of Stark International, the parent company of StarkIndustries, producer of Hi_Tech weapons such as the IronMan Armors...!

[aurumacadicus]

I finished binging Miss Fisher again:

"So why did you fall out with Howard, anyway?" Steve asked, slouching down in his seat as the car inched up the driveway. He hadn't asked before, and as he'd watched Peggy's hands tighten on the steering wheel as they passed through the gates to the Stark mansion, it finally occurred to him to wonder why he wasn't still involved with SHIELD after being one of the founders of SSR.

Peggy worked her jaw delicately. "We had a disagreement about values," she finally said.

"I can't imagine why," Steve muttered, and relaxed a little when the corner of Peggy's mouth curled up.

"Well, he'll surely enjoy me coming to him for help," Peggy added with a sigh, pulling to a stop. She took a moment to take a deep, fortifying breath, then let it back out slowly, giving Steve a glance out of the side of her eye. "And that I'm bringing you."

"I can thank him for looking for me so long," Steve agreed, and turned to unfold himself out of the car as Peggy did the same. Even though she was in her sixties, she was still sprier than he was; cars had gotten smaller while he was in the ice, somehow.

The door opened before they could knock or ring the bell, and Peggy brightened a little, greeting, "Mr. Jarvis."

"Ms. Carter," Mr. Jarvis answered, voice clipped, and her smile faltered as quickly as it had arrived. He bowed slightly, motioning toward the sitting room on the left. "Mr. Stark will be down to see you presently."

Steve took it as the dismissal it was, wondering at Peggy's reaction. There was so much about her that he didn't know. So much about the world he didn't know. His years in the ocean had done him no favors. He stared at a painting of peaches and tried not to think about how much he'd lost. Then his ears caught the sound of footsteps on the stairs, and he turned, clasping his hands behind his back as he instinctively fell into parade rest.

The man coming down the stairs was not Howard, Steve realized, even though he looked a lot like him. Anthony, he remembered the file saying. Howard's son. Steve hadn't believed Howard would ever settle down, but here was proof, walking casually down the stairs as if they had all the time in the world. To their surprise, he used the post at the bottom of the stairs to swivel directly to face the sitting room they'd been directed toward, walking over like he was meant to be there.

"Tony," Peggy said, and she was unable to keep the surprise out of her voice.

"Aunt Peggy," Tony answered, voice measured. He crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow. "Or should I be calling you that?"

Peggy sucked in a sharp breath and closed her eyes, looking vaguely annoyed, then opened them again. "Tony, I'm here to see your father."

"I'm the only Mr. Stark here," Tony told her flatly, scowling. "You'd know that if you ever called. Mom said she wanted to take a trip around the world while they still had their health, and they left three months ago. You'd know that if you read the society papers." He waved his hand dismissively. "And just so you know? I'm not really inclined to help. You didn't make it to a single one of my dissertations even though I invited you. You stopped coming to my birthday parties. You didn't even come to my coming out party," he added, and that last part was where Steve finally heard perhaps the first real emotion Tony had shown since he appeared on the stairs--hurt.

Omega, Steve remembered suddenly, at the mention of a coming out party. Tony didn't carry himself like the typical omega, he thought, tilting his head a little. But then, high society always carried themselves a little differently, he remembered. Howard had never carried himself like any of the alphas Steve had grown up with. It stood to reason that Tony would be much the same.

"Tony," Peggy began gently. "I'm sorry that my falling out with Howard affected you, too. I should have tried harder to stay in touch. But you were a child when that happened."

"And I was just as much of a pain in the ass then," Tony scoffed, rolling his eyes. "If they made a fuss about me talking to you, I would have just screamed the house down. I was good at it," he added with a huff.

Steve figured with the way Peggy winced, he was telling the truth.

"Whatever. I don't want to hash this out. What does SHIELD need from my dad? I'll pass the message on when they call next week," Tony continued before she could say anything else. "Maybe. If I feel like it."

Peggy looked like she was considering pressing him, but whatever she saw in his face, it made her back down. "It's about your mother's gala, Tony."

At that, Tony's gaze sharpened, shoulders straightening as his posture changed from dismissive to alert. "I'm in charge of the the foundation while Mom's on vacation," he said, sharp-edged and stern. "What would Dad have to do with that?"

"Hydra is trying to reestablish a foothold in New York," Steve finally answered, taking a step forward. "They intend to slither in through charities, because they believe it's easier to launder money that way. We believe several members will be trying to infiltrate the Maria Stark Foundation, and the gala will be where they make their move."

Tony swiveled to him, eyes calculating. "And who the fuck is this?"

Peggy glanced at him sharply, silencing Steve from answering. "This is the lead agent on the case, Agent Roger Stevens."

Tony pursed his lips, and the look he gave Steve wasn't entirely disgust, but it wasn't... not entirely disgust, either. Steve found himself sweating a little, and he couldn't quite figure out why.

"I suppose if I tell you that I'll take care of it, you'll poke your nose in anyway. Omega can't handle it," Tony said, lifting his chin at him aggressively.

Oh, Steve thought, wondering if this was how Bucky felt when Steve had raised his chin at him and asked, 'You wanna fight, too?' Tony thought that Steve believed he was incapable. "I'm sure you can handle it," he answered carefully when Peggy simply raised an eyebrow at him. He cleared his throat when Tony rocked back on his heels, clearly skeptical. "I just wonder. How you're going to arrest anyone. You need... authority from a governing body to do that."

Tony stared at him, unimpressed. Steve let the moment hang there, waiting. Adding anything else would be too risky, too likely to offend him. Steve had, unfortunately, not gotten any better at interacting with omegas. The only tried and true way to stay on their good sides, he'd found, was to shut the fuck up.

"So citizen's arrest doesn't count?" Tony finally asked.

"You have to hand the person you arrested over to a judge or police officer. I can detain them at SHIELD," Steve answered, and he thought he sounded pretty reasonable.

Tony scoffed. "Why? What can you do that the police can't?"

"Waterboard them, obviously," Steve deadpanned, then winced when Peggy's elbow rammed into his kidney.

"We do not waterboard our prisoners. We are not the CIA," Peggy told Tony sternly.

Tony's mouth dropped open into a surprised little 'o.' Then he threw his head back and laughed, loud, and Steve saw Peggy's shoulders relax, just a little. Maybe this would work out, Steve thought, allowing himself a small smile.