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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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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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ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, fluff

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ᯓ★ Story type: one shot

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ᯓ★ Summary: You were just ordering coffee in your favorite coffee shop, you couldn't imagine that the Tony Stark would bump into you and almost spilling his coffee on you. You couldn't imagine that he'd offer to buy you a coffee, or that he'd take you on a date, but he does. Love can be really strange sometimes.

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ᯓ★ AU: Coffee Shop

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The small bell above the door chimes as you step into the coffee shop, the scent of freshly brewed espresso instantly enveloping you in warmth. The early morning rush is still in full swing, the sound of soft chatter blending with the hum of the espresso machines. It’s your usual routine—order a cappuccino, find a quiet corner, and ease into the day with a good book or some light people-watching. Today, though, something feels different. There’s a buzz in the air, one you can’t quite place.

You step up to the counter, eyes scanning the familiar chalkboard menu. Just as you’re about to place your order, you feel someone brush past you—smooth, quick, and unintentional. A soft "Sorry," is muttered beside you, and you glance to your right to see the man responsible.

Your breath hitches.

There, standing beside you, is Tony Stark.

Yes, the Tony Stark. The billionaire, genius, and former Avenger, dressed in an effortlessly casual suit jacket and jeans, looking far too polished for a quaint little coffee shop like this. His tousled hair, just the right amount of disheveled, suggests he's in no rush despite the hurried world around him. His sharp brown eyes meet yours, and something crackles in the air—like electricity, only warmer.

For a second, you think he’s just going to move on, but then he doesn’t. His eyes linger on you, a soft smirk tugging at his lips as if he’s just as intrigued as you are.

“Didn’t mean to steal your spot,” he says, voice smooth and rich, with just the faintest hint of amusement. “But since we’re here, what’s your go-to order? I could use some inspiration.”

Your brain fumbles to catch up. Is he seriously making small talk with me?

“Uh… cappuccino,” you manage to say, grateful you didn’t sound like a total idiot. “Simple, but classic.”

He tilts his head, considering your answer like it’s a revelation. “I like it. Straight to the point.”

He steps forward, leaning against the counter, but not before turning back to you with a wink. “Why don’t I buy that cappuccino for you? Call it an apology for nearly knocking you over.”

Your heart flutters. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Oh, I insist,” Tony grins, that signature charm radiating off him. “It’s not every day I almost spill coffee on a beautiful woman.”

The compliment lands softly, but it lingers. You feel a blush rise to your cheeks, the combination of his smooth confidence and that irresistible smirk doing something to your senses. Is it the caffeine in the air, or is this moment actually happening?

“Okay,” you say, the word coming out breathless.

Minutes later, the two of you are sitting in a booth by the window, cups of coffee between you. The conversation is surprisingly easy—there’s no awkward small talk, no weirdness about the fact that he’s Tony Stark and you’re, well, you. His sharp wit is on full display, throwing quick jokes and playful jabs that make you laugh more than you expect.

“You come here often?” he asks, lifting his cup to his lips, his gaze intense yet casual, like he’s genuinely curious.

“I do,” you admit, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s kind of my safe space. A little escape from… everything.”

Tony raises an eyebrow. “Everything, huh? Sounds like someone’s running from a supervillain.”

“More like running from emails and work deadlines,” you chuckle.

“Ah, the real enemies.” He gives a mock shudder. “I know the feeling. I’ll take fighting alien invasions over paperwork any day.”

You shake your head, unable to keep from smiling. “Must be tough, being Tony Stark and all.”

“You’d be surprised,” he quips, his tone softening. “It gets a little easier when you’ve got good company.”

For a moment, the air stills between you. It’s a simple exchange, but the way his eyes soften as he says it makes something in your chest tighten. You can feel the connection growing, a pull between you that you can’t quite explain but can’t deny.

It’s only been minutes, but with Tony, time seems to slow. Everything else fades—the noise, the people, the coffee shop—and it’s just you and him.

The conversation flows effortlessly, and for the first time in a long time, you’re not constantly checking your watch or thinking about the endless to-do list waiting for you. Instead, you’re entirely focused on Tony—his stories, his charm, the way he makes you feel like the most important person in the room.

You’ve only just finished your cappuccino when Tony glances at his watch. “Looks like I’ve got to run,” he says, though he doesn’t sound particularly thrilled about it. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a sleek phone that practically screams Stark Technology, tapping the screen for a moment.

“Duty calls?” you ask, hiding the small pang of disappointment you feel at the thought of him leaving.

“Something like that,” he says with a small smirk, but then his gaze flickers back to yours, and his expression softens just a bit. “But I’m not disappearing completely.”

He pulls a pen from the inner pocket of his jacket and grabs one of the napkins sitting on the table between you. His movements are quick and precise, scribbling something down with a casual ease, as if this is the most natural thing in the world.

When he’s done, he slides the napkin across the table toward you.

“There,” he says, leaning back in his seat, looking at you with that same self-assured glint in his eye. “My number.”

You blink, looking down at the napkin where a string of digits sits, accompanied by his name in a scrawl that’s almost too perfect to be spontaneous. Tony Stark. You can't help but smile.

“Is this a habit of yours?” you tease, picking up the napkin between your fingers. “Giving your number to strangers in coffee shops?”

His grin widens, eyes crinkling at the edges in that effortlessly charming way that makes your pulse race. “Only the pretty ones,” he quips, without missing a beat. “Besides, I’m not in the habit of letting someone as intriguing as you walk away without leaving a way to keep in touch.”

The blush creeps up your cheeks again, and you’re not sure whether it’s the compliment or the easy confidence with which he says it. Either way, you’re not used to this kind of attention—at least not from someone like him.

“You sure about this?” you ask, half-joking, but the uncertainty lingers. “I mean, you’re Tony Stark. Don’t you have a million other things to do than hand out your number to random people?”

He stands up, adjusting the collar of his jacket. “Maybe,” he admits with a shrug, “but I always make time for the things that matter.” His tone softens, and for a brief moment, you catch a glimpse of something more than the brash, confident persona he usually projects.

You open your mouth to say something, but the words don’t quite come out fast enough. Before you know it, Tony’s slipping on his sunglasses, looking every bit the billionaire playboy you’ve seen splashed across countless magazine covers. He gives you one last, lingering look, and it’s enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“Don’t be a stranger,” he says, flashing that trademark smirk before turning to head for the door.

The bell above the entrance rings again as he leaves, and you sit there, staring at the napkin in your hand, trying to wrap your mind around what just happened.

Tony Stark just gave you his number.

A quiet laugh escapes you as you fold the napkin carefully, slipping it into your bag, the moment sinking in. The world around you slowly comes back into focus—the chatter of the coffee shop, the clinking of cups—but the entire space feels different now, as if it’s been infused with the lingering presence of something exciting and new.

Your fingers tap lightly on the table, a smile playing on your lips as you wonder: should you call him?

Your phone buzzes on the table, pulling you out of your thoughts. It’s a notification for another email, another reminder of the world you momentarily escaped. But today? Today, you feel like the rules have changed.

Glancing back toward the door where Tony disappeared, you can’t help but feel a tinge of excitement. It’s not every day that life throws you into the path of someone like Tony Stark, and it’s definitely not every day he leaves his number behind.

The sun has long since set by the time you find yourself back at your apartment, the warm glow of your bedside lamp casting soft shadows across the room. You’re freshly showered and cozily wrapped in your favorite pajamas, feeling the soft fabric against your skin as you settle into bed with your phone in hand.

All day, you’ve been replaying the coffee shop encounter in your head, Tony’s charming smile and sharp wit still lingering in your thoughts. And now, as you sit here in the quiet of your apartment, you can’t help but wonder about the napkin tucked safely into your bag.

Should I text him? It feels surreal—like something out of a daydream—but the longer you stare at the screen, the more you realize how much you want to hear from him again.

With a deep breath, you grab the napkin from your bag, the numbers now more familiar to you than they should be after only a few hours. Your fingers hover over the keyboard for a moment before you finally type:

You: Hey Tony, it’s Y/N, from the coffee shop this morning. Hope this is the right number!

You hit send before you can overthink it, your heart beating just a little too fast as you watch the message fly off into the digital void. A nervous excitement simmers in your chest as you wait for a reply, wondering if maybe this was all too good to be true.

Barely a minute later, your phone buzzes, and you can’t help but feel a small thrill as his name lights up your screen.

Tony: Y/N, glad you texted. Would’ve been a shame if I gave my number to the wrong beautiful woman.

You laugh quietly to yourself, the tension easing from your shoulders. Even through text, he’s as smooth as ever.

You: Good thing I double-checked it! I almost didn’t text… wasn’t sure if I’d end up bothering you.

The reply comes back almost instantly, like he’s been waiting for it.

Tony: Bothering me? Trust me, I get a hundred texts a day that are a bother—this isn’t one of them. I was actually hoping you’d reach out.

You bite your lip, a warmth blooming in your chest at his words. For a moment, you sit there, trying to figure out how to play this cool, but deep down you’re excited. There’s something about him that’s hard to resist, even in this casual back-and-forth.

You: Well, here I am! So, did you mean what you said earlier? About making time for things that matter?

Tony: I did. And it just so happens, I’ve got some time this weekend. What do you think—wanna grab dinner?

You blink at the screen, your heart skipping a beat. Tony Stark wants to take me out to dinner? It’s almost too much to believe, but the flirty tone of his texts and the fact that he’s so forward about it only makes you smile wider.

You: Dinner sounds great. Where were you thinking?

There’s a pause this time—longer than before—like he’s weighing his options before replying. When the message finally comes through, you can practically hear the playful grin in his words.

Tony: How do you feel about Italian? There’s this little place I know, candlelit, great wine, and the best tiramisu in town. I can pick you up—let’s say 7:30 on Saturday?

Italian food and candlelight? You can already picture it: an intimate restaurant, soft lighting, the sound of wine glasses clinking as you talk over plates of delicious food. And with Tony Stark across the table from you? It’s hard to say no.

You: Italian sounds perfect. 7:30 works for me!

Tony: It’s a date. I’ll be the guy in the sharp suit with flowers, just to set the mood. ;) Looking forward to it, Y/N.

You can’t help the wide grin that spreads across your face as you read his text. The thought of Tony showing up at your door with flowers, dressed to the nines, makes your stomach flip in the best way.

You: I’ll be the one trying not to get too distracted by the sharp suit, then. ;) See you Saturday, Tony.

Tony: Can’t wait.

You toss your phone onto the bed beside you, staring up at the ceiling with a rush of giddy excitement. Saturday feels like it can’t come soon enough.

You close your eyes, letting out a long breath as your mind drifts, imagining the upcoming evening. There’s something about Tony that makes it impossible to be anything but excited, and if the way he handled himself in the coffee shop is any indication, this date is going to be one you won’t forget.

Saturday night comes faster than you expect, the hours leading up to your date a blur of anticipation and nervous excitement. You’ve spent far more time than usual trying on different outfits, finally settling on something that strikes the perfect balance between casual and classy. The butterflies in your stomach flutter as you smooth your dress one last time in front of the mirror.

It’s a little past 7:20 when you hear a knock at your door.

Right on time, you think, your heart skipping a beat as you make your way to the door.

When you open it, your breath catches in your throat.

There he is—Tony Stark—standing in the hallway looking impossibly handsome. He’s dressed in a tailored dark suit, the kind that’s perfectly fitted and effortlessly stylish, but not too formal for a casual evening out. In his hand, a small bouquet of flowers, vivid and colorful against the muted tones of his outfit.

“Told you I’d bring flowers,” he says with a grin, holding them out to you.

You blink, feeling your cheeks flush as you take the bouquet, the soft scent of roses filling the air. “These are beautiful. Thank you, Tony.”

He gives a small, playful shrug. “I had to start the night off right.” His eyes sweep over you, and his smile softens as he takes in your outfit. “You look stunning, by the way.”

Tony steps back to offer you his arm after you've placed the bouquet on the table. “Come on, let’s see if I can keep you distracted with dinner instead.”

You lock the door behind you, slipping your arm through his as the two of you make your way down to his sleek, black sports car waiting at the curb. The engine purrs to life as Tony opens the passenger door for you, and before you know it, you’re driving through the city, the lights blurring into a soft, romantic glow.

The restaurant Tony chose is everything he promised it would be—an intimate little Italian place tucked away from the bustle of the main streets. The warm, golden lighting, paired with the quiet hum of conversations and clinking glasses, creates an atmosphere that feels both cozy and elegant. You can already smell the rich aroma of garlic, fresh herbs, and baked bread wafting through the air as you’re led to a candlelit table near the back.

Tony pulls out your chair for you, the simple gesture sending a soft warmth through you. You glance around the room, taking in the ambiance, before your eyes land on him again.

“So, what do you think?” he asks, leaning back in his chair, looking entirely at ease in the romantic setting.

“It’s perfect,” you reply, your voice sincere. “I feel like I’m in one of those hidden gem restaurants only locals know about.”

Tony grins. “Exactly. Not too flashy, but still a good spot. I don’t like all the attention, you know.”

You raise an eyebrow, smirking. “You don’t like attention?”

He laughs, the sound low and easy, and you can’t help but join him. “Okay, maybe I don’t mind it sometimes. But tonight, it’s just about good food and good company.”

The waiter arrives, and after Tony orders a bottle of red wine, the two of you dive into conversation. Just like in the coffee shop, the exchange is effortless—witty banter, shared stories, and small moments that feel surprisingly comfortable.

“So,” Tony says, after a few sips of wine, “what made you come back to that coffee shop so often? I’m guessing it’s not just for the cappuccinos.”

You chuckle, feeling the warmth of the wine settling into your system. “It’s kind of my escape,” you admit, swirling the wine in your glass. “It’s a place where I can just… be. No expectations, no stress. Just me and my thoughts for a little while.”

Tony nods thoughtfully, his eyes never leaving yours. “I get that. I’ve got a few places like that myself. Though, to be honest, I think my usual escapes are a little less peaceful than yours.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Less peaceful? Like, more Iron Man and less cappuccino?”

He laughs, a sound that draws the attention of the nearby table for just a moment. “Something like that. But I’m trying to find a better balance these days. Maybe I’ll start hanging out in coffee shops more often.”

“Oh yeah? You planning on bumping into more strangers?” you tease, unable to keep the smile from your face.

“Only if they’re as interesting as you,” Tony says, leaning forward slightly, his voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down your spine.

Before you can respond, the waiter returns with your food—plates of pasta that look mouth-wateringly delicious. The conversation slows as you both dig into the meal, but even in the quiet moments, there’s a comfortable energy between you. Tony’s gaze meets yours occasionally, his eyes softening with something warmer than the playful charm he usually carries.

By the time dessert arrives—the best tiramisu in town, as promised—the two of you are fully immersed in conversation again. Between bites of the rich, creamy dessert, Tony shares a story about an invention that went hilariously wrong, and you can’t help but laugh until your sides ache.

“Well,” he says, leaning back in his chair, looking entirely pleased with himself, “I think I’ve officially distracted you from the sharp suit.”

You smile, wiping a tear from your eye as you recover from laughing. “I think you have.”

As the evening winds down, Tony insists on driving you back to your apartment, the cool night air brushing against your skin as you stroll side by side. The city feels quieter now, the streets less crowded, the world somehow more intimate.

When you finally reach your door, you turn to face him, feeling the weight of the evening settling in. There’s a pause, a quiet moment where neither of you speaks, but the air between you is charged with something new, something unspoken.

“I had a great time tonight,” you say softly, meeting his gaze.

Tony smiles, his eyes warm and a little softer than they’ve been all evening. “So did I. We should do this again.”

You nod, your heart racing as he steps just a little closer, his hand lightly brushing against yours. For a brief second, you think he might lean in—but instead, he reaches up, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing your skin just long enough to leave you breathless.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he says, his voice low and smooth.

“Goodnight, Tony,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

He steps back, giving you one last smile before turning to walk away. You watch him go, feeling the warmth of his presence linger even after he disappears around the corner.

As you unlock your door and step inside, you can’t help but smile to yourself. Tonight wasn’t just a date—it was the start of something more. And you can’t wait to see where it goes.

It’s been a few weeks since your first date with Tony, and in that time, you’ve fallen into a comfortable rhythm with him—texts exchanged throughout the day, phone calls that stretch late into the night, and a few more spontaneous meet-ups that have kept the spark between you alive and growing.

Tonight is no different, though Tony’s kept the details of your date a secret. You’re sitting in his car once again, watching the city lights flash by as you try to pry information out of him.

“So,” you begin with a playful grin, “you’re really not going to tell me where we’re going?”

Tony glances over, smirking. “And ruin the surprise? Where’s the fun in that?”

You shake your head, pretending to be exasperated, but in truth, you’re enjoying the mystery. There’s something thrilling about not knowing what he has planned, something exciting about the idea that he’s gone out of his way to surprise you.

The car slows, and you realize you’ve entered a quieter part of the city, the streets familiar in a way that feels comforting. Your heart skips a beat as the car pulls up in front of a small building, the soft glow of string lights twinkling in the windows.

It’s the coffee shop. The coffee shop where you first met.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” you say, turning to Tony with wide eyes.

He grins, clearly pleased with himself. “Thought it’d be poetic, bringing you back here. Full circle, right?”

You blink, a warmth spreading through your chest as you take in the sight of the little coffee shop that, on that fateful morning, changed everything. There’s something undeniably sweet about the gesture, about Tony remembering the exact place where your paths first crossed.

He steps out of the car, walking around to open your door like he always does. “Come on,” he says, offering you his hand. “I figured we could relive our ‘first date.’ Except this time, you don’t have to worry about me almost spilling coffee on you.”

You laugh, taking his hand as you step out of the car. “I don’t know, that was part of the charm.”

He chuckles as you walk hand in hand toward the entrance. The soft bell chimes as you step inside, the familiar scent of coffee and pastries filling the air. It’s quieter than it was that morning, more intimate. There are fewer people, and the dim lighting makes the place feel even cozier.

Tony leads you to the same table where you sat that day, by the window. It’s almost eerie how perfectly everything aligns—the same seats, the same warm ambiance. Except this time, it feels different. Deeper.

“This place must have some kind of magic,” Tony says, sliding into the seat across from you. “I mean, look at us now.”

You smile softly, leaning forward slightly. “I think it has more to do with the guy who bought me coffee.”

He gives you that trademark grin, the one that makes your stomach flip, and you find yourself wondering how someone like Tony—brilliant, successful, larger-than-life—could feel so comfortable, so right, sitting here with you in this small coffee shop.

The conversation flows as easily as ever, and you’re reminded of why this connection with Tony feels so different. It’s not just the playful banter or the shared laughter, but the way he looks at you—like you’re the only person in the room, the only one that matters.

After what feels like no time at all, you realize the shop is starting to close for the night. You both rise from the table, and just as you’re about to head toward the door, Tony pauses, his hand catching yours.

“Hey,” he says, his voice softer now, more serious. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

You turn to face him, your heart suddenly beating faster as you take in the slight shift in his demeanor. The playful smirk is still there, but there’s something else in his eyes—something warmer, more intense.

“Yeah?” you ask, your voice a little quieter than you intended.

Tony takes a small step closer, his hand still holding yours as his thumb brushes lightly over your skin. “This… what we’ve been doing, I mean. Us. It’s been… well, it’s been great. But I was thinking maybe we should make it official.”

Your breath catches in your throat, the words settling between you like a soft confession. Official?

“You mean, like… a couple?” you ask, your heart pounding in your chest.

Tony nods, his gaze never wavering. “Yeah. I want this to be real. I want you to be mine.”

For a moment, all you can do is stare at him, trying to process what he’s saying. But then, you feel the weight of it—the vulnerability in his words, the sincerity behind them—and your heart swells.

“I want that too,” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

A smile tugs at his lips, and before you know it, he’s stepping even closer, his free hand gently cupping your cheek. His touch is warm, tender, and your breath hitches as you realize what’s about to happen.

Time seems to slow as he leans in, his eyes searching yours for a brief moment before his lips finally meet yours.

The kiss is soft, unhurried, yet filled with a kind of quiet intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. His hand slips to the back of your neck, pulling you just a little closer as you melt into the kiss, your arms instinctively wrapping around him. It feels like the culmination of everything that’s been building between you—the stolen glances, the late-night conversations, the subtle touches.

When you finally pull back, your foreheads rest together, and you’re both smiling, breathless.

“Well,” Tony says, his voice low, “that’s one way to seal the deal.”

You laugh softly, your hands still resting on his chest as you shake your head. “Only you would make our first kiss part of a contract negotiation.”

He smirks, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Hey, if it works, it works.”

You roll your eyes playfully, but there’s no hiding the way your heart is racing, or the way your entire body feels light and warm. This is real—he’s real—and for the first time in what feels like forever, you’re exactly where you want to be.

As you step outside the coffee shop together, hand in hand, you can’t help but feel like you’re walking into a new chapter. And with Tony Stark by your side, you know this is just the beginning.

Soft!Tony is probably one of my favorite Tony variant lol. If you liked the story don't forget to leave a like, a reblog or even a comment or follow!

[lilylovelyxo]

*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.”

[winterspiderpurrs]

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

~

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

~

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

~

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.