#robert downey jr x daughter!reader

[youre-amazing-say-it]

A fic with rdj babying teen reader!

Papa-Bear Mode

Summary: The reader gets a tiny injury during her first fight scene, and RDJ goes full Papa-Bear Mode.

Warning: talks about stuntwork, swearing, little cut on the forearm

A/N: sorry these are taking so long. my bad!

"All Right guys, shooting in 30. Get ready!" You heard the Russo Brothers speak into the megaphone. You were off talking to the stunt coordinator, Meghan when you heard the announcement. You were about to shoot your first-ever fight scene and were terrified. The shakey breath you let out was evidence of it. "You got this girl, it's a very simple scene, no harnesses. just fighting," she spoke as she rubbed your shoulder, helping you relax. "Yeah, but what if-"

"So Pipsqueak! heard you are doing your first stunt scene today!" you heard a voice behind you say. Robert walked over and stood right behind you, placing both of his hands on your shoulders, giving them. gentle squeeze. "Yes, and I am FREAKING OUT!" you shouted as you pushed his hands off you.

"Hey hey calm down kiddo, okay?" he spoke softly as he turned you around for an embrace. With your head on his chest, he mouthed to Meghan that he got it, sending her on her way. "Now," he continued as you stood still, "why are you scared?"

"Look stunts can be scary, and I don't want to get hurt or injured because of something I messed up," you said looking at the brown-haired man in the eyes. "Well, do you know what you need to do for the scene?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "I mean yeah but-"

Robert made a shushing sound before you could even continue. "And I'm sure Meghan and the rest of the stunt coordination crew have your safety in mind while working out this scene. So you will be fine, you got this, okay pipsqueak?" he spoke to you. You let out the breath you have been holding in. "Okay, I got this. You are right." You spoke confidently before embracing RDJ once more.

"Thanks, Robert, I appreciate you." You felt him give the top of your head and you squeezed him tighter. "And I appreciate you, Y/n. Now you ready to go kick some ass?" he shouted as he raised his hand for a high five. You easily returned it, "Hell yeah, let's go!"

TIME SKIP

"Alright Y/n, let's shoot that scene one more time, okay?" you heard Anthony Russo speak into the megaphone. You gave them a thumbs-up from up on the railing where you were fighting the villain of the movie (I'm too lazy to decide who it is). You looked to the side of the stage and saw Robert watching you and also gave you a thumbs-up. So far all of the takes have been great, and no one has gotten seriously injured. Once this take was done, you were excited to just go to bed.

"Okay, an ACTION!" They shouted and you and your scene partner got to work. You quickly dodged the punch, went in for a kick, and continued your routine. Everything was going great until you heard some rattling above you. you couldn't look up so you tried not to let your anxiety show through. It wasn't until you got to the part where your partner had you up against the wall that you heard the sound of a part coming undone. Before you knew it, two small boards came crashing down on you and your partner. You felt one of the edges scratch your arm before landing on the floor.

"CUT! CUT!" You and your partner let go of each other and quickly checked yourself over for injuries. "You okay Y/n?" they spoke. "Yeah, I'm fine, just a cut on my forearm. What about you?" you asked them, "Nothing I think I'm - " they were saying before you felt Robert crushing you with his arms. "Oh my god Y/n!" He shouted into your ears. He let you go and held out your arms. "Robert Im fine, I promise. You said as you chucked. You felt his eyes scan your body, checking you for injuries.

"MEDIC! WE NEED A MEDIC!" he shouted as he took your injured arm and tried to turn it into the light to get a good view of it. "Robert I said Im fine! It's just a cut, see?" you said as you tried to pull your arm out of his grip, but he wasn't budging. "Look it could be infected, or worse than it looks. So let's just be safe okay?" he asked as he looked at you with pleading eyes.

You chuckled at him before reluctantly agreeing, " Okay papa bear, I'll get it checked out." You could hear him say "I'm not a papa bear," under his breath as you too made your way towards the medics on set. "Yes you are, and it's very adorable. Thanks for looking out for me." He leaned down and kissed your head.

"I gotta look out for my cubs."

[thegirlwholovesficcharacters]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

Hey!, im just wanted to say that, the request are open and i gonna share the masterlist.

FANDOMS I WRITTE FOR:

Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU), 911 (Abc series)

CHARACTHERS

━━Avengers

━━Steve Rogers/Captain America

━━Bucky Barnes/ The winter soldier

━━Tony Stark/ Iron man

━━Natasha Romanoff/ Black Widow

━━Bruce Banner/Hulk

━━Clint Barton/ Hawkaye-

━━Thor Odinson

━━Loki Laufeyson

━━Peter Parker/Spiderman (Tom holland, Andrew Garfield, Toby Macquire)

━━Others

MARVEL CAST

━━Avengers cast.

━━Chris evans.

━━Sebastian Stan

━━Robert Downey jr

━━Chris hemsworth

━━Others.

911 (ABC SERIE)

━━Evan "Buck" Buckley

━━Eddie DIaz

More:

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Soon I will be adding more characters, actors and fandoms to this list. Don't forget that if you want to be tagged in my next stories, you must let me know.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

And the Oscar goes to...

PAIRING | Husband!Dad!Robert Downey Jr. x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.6K

SUMMARY | Your husband, Robert, is on the receiving end of an Oscar, and you decide to celebrate it differently than you usually celebrate his wins. He trusts you fully as he allows you to take the lead in the bedroom, making it a celebration that neither of you will ever forget.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | RPF, established relationship, age gap (~ 20 years), use of nicknames (Gorgeous, Bubba), referenced pregnancy.

SMUT | D/S dynamics, Soft Dom!Reader, Sub!RDJ, use of traffic light system, sensory play/deprivation (blindfold), teasing, dirty talk, praise, Daddy kink, size kink, breeding kink, hair pulling, oral (F&M receiving), face sitting, face fucking, gagging, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), multiple orgasms, cockwarming, aftercare.

A/N | This story is dedicated to my best friend and the biggest RDJ supporter I have ever met, @ccbsrmsf1! I am so incredibly proud of him for finally winning an Oscar, so naturally, I had to write a story about how I would celebrate with him! This is proofread by the lovely @ccbsrmsf1, for which I'm deeply grateful ❤️

EVENTS Masterlist | @anyfandomfluffbingo | Trophy spouse

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | Photo: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Robert Downey Jr. Masterlist

"Robert Downey Junior!" The words still echo in your head as you go home after the award ceremony. Your husband, the Dad of your little daughter, and the love of your life has officially won an Oscar. All his hard work has paid off after all these years, and you're grateful to be by his side through it all.

The award is clutched tightly in his right hand, his left hand interlaced with yours as you enjoy the moment. Comfortable silence hangs in the air as you look at him with a wide smile. Knowing how much it means to him, you're incredibly proud of him for winning the award.

"I love you, Gorgeous," he whispers before capturing your lips with his in a sweet, sensual kiss. Your husband may be around 20 years your senior, but that doesn't take away from your shared love. You've never known true love before meeting Robert, but when he promised to show you what that would look like, you knew you were on board for the long haul. And here you are, almost 15 years later, by his side during the biggest night of his life.

"I love you too, Robert," you whisper to him. You allow your head to rest on his shoulder, your eyes fluttering shut as you take in this moment. When he puts his head on yours, he lets out a content sigh. Nights like these take a lot out of you both, but that doesn't stop you from celebrating when you're back home. You plan on making it a celebration never to forget.

The moment you both step in your front door, the award is put away for safekeeping, and you make your way to the bedroom. You two have perfected this routine over the years, but tonight, it calls for special treatment.

"Robert?" you ask as he walks into the attached closet, ready to remove his jewelry and glasses.

"Yes, Gorgeous?" he says as he turns around, facing you before taking a last glance as you're still wearing your dress. He had chosen the one you're wearing to match your skin tone, and you felt like a princess on the red carpet tonight.

"What do you think of reversing the roles for a night? Me taking care of you for once? You deserve it after everything you've done," you tell him as you walk over. Now that you're not wearing your heels anymore, you must look up at him, as the two of you have quite a bit of a height difference.

"That's a perfect idea, Gorgeous. There's no one I trust more to take care of me than you," he tells you, and the feeling of pride blooms in your chest at his words.

"That being said, I was also hoping we could spice it up a bit if you're open to it," you tell him, and he looks at you with a quirked brow.

"I want to blindfold you tonight so you will be completely at my mercy. You will be allowed to touch me - not yourself - the entire time. That being said, I will also use the traffic light system during the entire session," you tell him, and he listens attentively to everything you're saying.

"Green means that you're good, and we can continue. Yellow means that you need to stop for a moment before crossing a boundary you're uncomfortable with or need to reposition. Red means that we will stop and move on to aftercare immediately," you tell him. He tells you loud and clear that he agrees with everything you said.

"Perfect," you tell him before standing on your tiptoes to give him a soft kiss on his lips. Consent has always been meaningful in your relationship, whether in the bedroom or outside, to make it safe for everyone to explore what they are or are not comfortable with at their own pace.

"I want you to get completely bare for me and get seated on the foot of the bed. And I won't say no to you showing off a little when you do it," you tell him, and the smile on his lips lets you know he's more than okay with doing precisely that.

One by one, he sheds his layers of clothing, each exposing more skin as they fall to the floor. When his entire torso is bare, you can't help but let your gaze wander over his muscled abdomen, your lip pulled between your teeth as you take a peek at his bulge as well. He tends to forgo wearing underwear, instead preferring the feeling of freedom over the confinements of tight boxer shorts.

When Robert is soft, he already has quite a noticeable bulge in his pants, but now that he is slowly getting hard, it's starting to strain against the fabric of his pants. His long, skilled fingers unbutton and unzip his pants quickly before the fabric slides down his thick thighs and onto the floor.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as his cock bobs up and down between his legs, the tip already flushed a beautiful shade of pink with his balls hanging beneath them perfectly, ready for you to play with later. After showing off for a few more moments by flexing his biceps and abs, he sits on the foot of the bed, just like you told him to.

"Good boy," you tell him, and you can see his cock twitch as his eyes flutter shut from anticipation. Meanwhile, you have also undressed yourself, being left in the beautiful lingerie he bought you for tonight. The cups of the bra lift your breasts to the point where they're almost spilling out, and the panties are barely there, just the way you both like it.

Every inch of your body is on display as you step in between his legs, your finger hooking beneath his chin to meet your gaze. The usual dark brown of his eyes has almost completely disappeared as his pupils are blown with lust.

"Ready?" you ask softly.

"Ready." As soon as the word has left his mouth, you bring the silk fabric of the blindfold to his face, covering his eyes before tying a knot in the back. It's secure enough not to go anywhere but not so tight that it hurts him. You do it exactly like he's done with you countless times before.

As soon as his sight is taken away, his hands find your thighs, allowing his calloused fingertips to commit every inch of them to memory.

"What's your color?" you ask when the blindfold is adjusted correctly.

"Green," he tells you confidently, and you smile at how he says it. His trust in you is visible in his voice, making the butterflies inside flutter wildly.

You sink on your knees between his legs, and the soft carpet under your knees makes it quite comfortable. Your hands are on his thighs before slowly inching higher, your fingernails softly gliding over the insides of his thighs to tease him a little bit.

A content sound leaves his lips at the feeling, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. After teasing him for a few more moments, you wrap your hand around his now fully hard cock, but it's so big you can barely fit your hand around it as you slowly work him up and down.

"It's so big I can barely fit my hand around it," you tell him between giving small kitten licks to his slit, his mouth going slack in anticipation of what's to come.

"You taste so good, Daddy," you say, and his cock twitches in your hand, which only serves to make you even more wet. The power you have over him, the trust he has put in your hands, has made you so aroused your panties are already completely soaked, and you're dripping onto the carpet below you.

Without any warning, you take his tip into your mouth, sucking softly to earn yourself a delicious groan that sends a shiver down your spine. At the same time, your free hand goes to grab his balls, rolling and squeezing carefully while you slowly work more of him into your mouth.

"That's it, Gorgeous, suck Daddy's cock like you're made for it," he says as his hands are holding tightly onto the sheets. His knuckles have turned completely white when his tip hits the back of your throat, his head falling back at the combined pleasures you're giving him.

"Feels so good, fuck!" he exclaims as you suck him down even more. Even though you've never been able to take his entire length down your throat, you're certainly willing to try and see how far you can get every time. Before you do that, you pull off him with a loud pop.

"I want you to cum down my throat, Daddy; I want to swallow every drop of your delicious cum," you tell him, and he groans in response to your filthy comment. He revels in the dirty talk you two share during these moments, as it adds to his neverending pleasure.

"Yeah? Does my little slut want Daddy's cum? You better work for it then," he says through gritted teeth as one of his hands is placed on your head, pushing you onto his cock until you're gagging around him. As soon as he hears it, he lets up a little, giving you a moment to breathe before doing it again and repeating this quite a few times.

"What's your color, Gorgeous?" Robert asks you this time, and you tell him that it's 'so fucking green' before he goes back to what he did earlier. However, this time he mainly fucks your mouth and throat enough to be still comfortable; all the while, you never stop playing with his balls, and your hand is still wrapped around the part of him you can't reach with his mouth.

"Oh, fuck, 'm cumming, Gorgeous! Fuck, FUCK, FUCK!" he exclaims before his orgasm washes over him, his cum shooting into your throat as you suck your cheeks in. You moan around him at the taste of his cum as he pulls out, every last drop being licked from his tip as it slides out your mouth.

You get up from your placement on the floor before straddling his lap, being mindful of his sensitive cock as it's lying between his thighs. Your arms are draped loosely over his shoulders as you lean in to capture his lips with yours, his tongue instantly slipping into your mouth.

The taste of him and his cum is still fresh on your tongue, and you swallow down his groan as it is shared between you two. One of your hands tangles into his hair while the other is placed on his neck, his own hands kneading the flesh of your ass.

As soon as you pull away, you smile at the thought of what you're about to do next.

"I believe you have to remind yourself of the moment when I said I was supposed to be the one taking care of you," you say, and a content sound slips from Robert's lips.

"Well, since you did not listen to me, I'm going to have to make you listen by using you for my pleasure instead of yours this time. Does that sound fair to you?"

"Yes, Gorgeous," he says, followed by a small sigh. You carefully push him backward until he's lying flat on his back.

"I am going to sit on your face, and you will eat out my pussy until I cum for you. Your hands will stay on my thighs at all times, and if you have to stop, tap either one of my thighs three times, okay?" you ask him, his tongue darting out of his mouth as he's waiting for you to finish.

"Yes." With that, you pull down your now completely ruined panties before discarding them on the floor and taking your place on his face. His arms are hooked over your thighs, and his fingers dig into your flesh as soon as his tongue makes contact with your drenched pussy.

You let out a loud moan as he slurps up every last drop of your juices before letting his tongue dip into your entrance as well as play with your sensitive clit. One of your hands tangles into his hair, and you pull hard as you rock your hips back and forth, the other one finding its place behind you on his chest to give you more leverage.

"That's it, lick my fucking clit until I cum! I'm so close, Daddy, 'm gonna cum for you!" The words are followed by some incoherent thoughts as the pleasure inside you is bound to explode.

The pace you're setting is brutal, but he doesn't let up for even a second, and before you know it, you're entirely soaking the bottom half of his face as your orgasm washes over you, your head thrown back in pleasure with a loud exclaim of his name. It is one of the most intense orgasms you've ever had, and you let yourself fall forward as you go completely limp for a long moment.

"I will never get enough of your sweet taste, Gorgeous, especially when I can drink it directly from the source," he says with a grin. You sigh in contentment before picking yourself back up, ready to move on with the rest of your scene together.

"What's your color, Daddy?"

"So fucking green, Gorgeous, 'm feeling amazing right now," he tells you, and you lean in to place a soft kiss on his lips.

"Good. I want you to sit up and carefully move backward until you feel the pillows so you can get seated comfortably against the headboard, okay?" you ask, and he nods. He does it all while blindfolded, and you help him get comfortable when he has found his place.

"To finish off our special celebration, I'm going to ride this delicious monster cock of yours until you're cumming deep inside my tight, warm pussy as a reward for you being good tonight," you tell him, and he hums in delight.

"Sounds perfect, Gorgeous," he whispers before you place a kiss on his lips and straddle his hips, his cock fully hard as it's lying against his abdomen. A small dribble of pre-cum leaks from the tip as you grab it and line it up before slowly sinking, giving yourself the time to properly adjust to the stretch of his cock inside you.

When he eventually bottoms out, you both let out long, broken moans, the pleasure threatening to become too much right at that moment.

"Color?" ''Green, Gorgeous, 'm always green with you," he whispers, and you can't help but chuckle at his words.

"You feel so good when you're wrapped around me. So warm 'n' tight," he says as he pulls you against him, his face nuzzling in your neck as he inhales your scent. Warm vanilla combined with a hint of something spicy has his mind going into overdrive.

"I want to have another baby with you, Gorgeous. I want to have another beautiful baby that looks just like you, with your beautiful eyes, nose, and lips. Please, shall we make another baby?" he asks, and you're grateful he's blindfolded; otherwise, he would have seen the bright red color on your cheeks at the confession of his words.

"Yes, Robert, I want that too. I want all of that and more; please fuck a baby into me!" you tell him before you start lifting yourself and sinking back down, finding a rhythm that has you both moaning and groaning.

Robert leans forward as he makes contact with your pulse point, sucking a deep purple bruise there as you keep riding him, your head lulling to the side as he does so.

"God, that's it, Gorgeous, ride this cock like my perfect slut. Can't wait to fuck another baby into you, that's what you want, isn't it? To have every last drop of my cum in this sweet pussy of yours until you're pregnant?" he asks, and you just nod in response, even though he can't see it. You don't trust yourself enough not to let it slip in the heat of the moment that you’re already pregnant.

"I'm gonna cum, Daddy! Please cum with me!" you tell him, and he does precisely that. The second you're both falling over the edge, Robert pulls you close to his body as his hands rub soft circles over your back.

"That's it, Gorgeous. Doin' so well for me," he says as you melt into his embrace. You two stay like this for quite a while, even after he has gone soft inside you. Once the blindfold is finally removed, you're very happy to be looking into your husband's eyes again, a broad smile appearing on your lips as you do.

"I love you so much, Robert. And congratulations again on winning the Oscar; no one deserved it more than you," you tell him, and tears gather in the corners of your eyes.

"I couldn't have done it without you or our baby June," he tells you, and the tears start to roll down his cheeks at the thought of his daughter. She is an exact copy of you, from the hair to the facial features, but she has the character of her Dad, making her the perfect combination of you both.

"Don't cry, Bubba. We will always support you no matter what," you whisper before kissing his nose softly. His eyes flutter shut as the tears keep finding their way onto his cheeks, and you keep wiping them away. You'll always be there to support him, no matter what.

"I love you so much, and I'm forever grateful to have you by my side," he tells you, and you nod.

"I love you too, Robert. But it's about time we get cleaned up and cuddle before sleep. My Mom will be here to drop June off around 9, so we should get some sleep while we still can," you tell him, and he nods.

The clean-up is swift, and before you know it, you're dressed in a pair of panties and one of Robert's shirts, and he's dressed in nothing but basketball shorts. If little June, your 3-year-old daughter, decides to run into your bedroom in the morning, you're both adequately dressed.

That night, you both sleep like logs, and all too soon for your liking, your alarm goes off, but you get out of bed anyway. You have to prepare a little surprise for your husband, so you have told him he can stay in bed, and he happily does as he turns over again.

As soon as your Mom walks through the door with June, she immediately stretches her arms out to be held by you.

"Good morning, Princess! Did you have fun at Grandma and Grandpa's house last night?" you ask after giving her a big kiss on her cheek.

"Yeah! Can I cuddle Daddy now?" she asks, and you shake your head with a smile at her comment. She's a Daddy's girl through and through, but before she can wake him up, you must change her shirt first.

"I want you to help me surprise Daddy, okay? But to do that, we need to put another T-shirt on you that says 'Big Sister' on it! Because that's what you're going to be later this year. You are going to be the best big sister to the baby growing in Mommy's belly!" you tell her, and she looks at you with wide eyes.

"Yay! I'm a big sister!" she exclaims excitedly, making you smile widely. Her enthusiasm is like her Daddy's, and you cannot get enough of it.

"You are, but Daddy doesn't know yet so that you can surprise him," you tell her again. She agrees before allowing you to change her unicorn shirt for a bright pink one with "BIG SISTER" written across it.

"Alright, go surprise Daddy!" you tell her, and she's immediately off to the bedroom, where she knows he will be. You and your Mom are as close behind her as she is.

"Daddy! Daddy! I'm a big sister!" she happily says as she runs into the bedroom. It takes Robert quite a long moment to understand what's going on, but when it finally clicks, he couldn't be happier.

"Do you want to be a big sister?" he asks, and June nods excitedly.

"Yes! I'm a BIG sister now," she says with her arms raised high, and you come to sit on the edge of the bed, where June and Robert are currently cuddling.

"I'm pregnant again, Robert, and if everything goes according to plan, we'll have a beautiful Halloween baby," you tell him, and for the second time in less than 12 hours, tears of joy roll down his cheeks. The last time he felt this happy was when you told him you were pregnant with your oldest daughter, and to have another addition to the family makes him feel extremely proud.

"Did you also know Daddy won a big prize yesterday?" Robert asks her, and she nods.

"Yes, Grandma showed me! Good job, Daddy. You won a big prize, and I am a big sister. Now we're both big!" she rambles, and you cannot stop laughing at it. Her enthusiasm is amazing, and you never want her to grow up. If it were up to you, you would freeze this moment and stay in it forever because this is what pure happiness feels like.

[the-desilittle-bird]

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Never Yours

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You Love Me Right?

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You are a Foreign Delegate

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Gellert Grindelwald

The Fate Awaits (Wife!Reader)

Grieving the Dead (Sequel to The Fate Awaits)

Be By My Side

Aleksander Morovoza

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Being a princess and Meeting the Darkling

Nikolai Lantsov

Robert Downey Jr.

Chris Evans

Is Air Conditioner Working?

Tom Hiddleston

Beautiful yet Broken Doll

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Indian Dinner

Robert Pattinson

Rami Malek

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Mistakes Are Common

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The Harry Potter Reunion

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[lnfours]

Hey!! I'm not sure if you are still accepting requests but I was wondering if you could do a Tom x RDJ niece reader one where Tom and y/n have always liked each other but due to y/n being RDJ's niece they have always tried to deny their feelings for each other but one day they simply can't keep denying their feelings..

this is so 😩 im a sucker for anything where reader is related to rdj/stark!reader UGH okay here we go

also thank u for being so patient while i worked on this, i hope you like it! <333

cleaning out my inbox 💌

ever since it was confirmed that you, the niece of robert downey jr, were going to play tony stark's daughter, everyone on social media lost their shit.

in a good way, of course.

in the marvel cinematic universe, you play the daughter of tony stark. your character takes on the responsibilities of being 'the next iron man', as some will say. your character is as witty, charming, sarcastic and smart as tony is. which is why people thought that having none other than a blood relative of the man who brings tony stark to life play your character was a great casting decision.

they especially went crazy when it was revealed that your character ends up being the love interest of peter parker. the scene between you and tom in infinity war was a fan favorite. said scene being where you realize that thanos had gotten what he wanted. the one where tom's unscripted line broke the heart of millions of people.

the one where your characters share a kiss before he's turned into dust before your character has a full blown mental breakdown over losing the love of her life. where tony pulls your character close, sharing the painful grief, heartbreak and sadness.

and if someone had told you that specific on-screen kiss would change your life, you would've thought that they were crazy.

but here you were, sitting in your trailer as you were about to go onto set. your character was brought back to be in the new spider-man movie. of course, it was no secret that you and tom had real life feelings for each other, but you found each scene to be a little bit harder to hide the fact that you were slowly starting to fall in love with him.

you were waiting for your call-time to come back to set to wrap up for the day, absentmindedly flipping through the paper script before you heard a knock on your trailer door. you got up, opening the door and being met with a familiar pair of brown, warm eyes.

you smiled sweetly, "hey, come in."

tom smiled back at you as he made his way into the trailer, closing the door behind him. you sat back down on the couch. tom had asked earlier on in the day if you wanted to run through a few lines together before going back to film. you had agreed quickly, praying that it didn't sound too eager to make sure he didn't catch onto the fact that you'd do anything as long as you got to be with him.

he did catch on though. but he didn't mind, he was glad you were as smitten as he was. he was glad to know that he wasn't the only one crushing hard on the other.

"which scene did you want to go through?" you asked as he sat down across from you. he flipped to the page where he had bent the top corner, letting his leg slowly start shaking as nerves took over his body.

"we could do page 223, if you wanted to."

you flipped to the page, eyes slightly widening. you were familiar with this scene, it was the one the two of you were doing later. the one where your characters kiss.

oh, fuck.

"sure," you cleared your throat, "where do you want to start?"

"from the top?"

"sounds good."

he cleared his throat, his american accent filling your ears as he reas the words on the page, "sorry for bailing the other night, wasn't cool."

"it's okay," you smiled, "duty calls."

he chuckled, "yeah, we can say that," his eyes looked up from the script as he looked at you, "however, i'd much rather spend time with you than chase shocker through the streets of manhattan."

you smiled, "you like me that much, tiger?"

he shook his head, smiling softly, "no, i love you that much."

you smiled, "it's honor to be loved by you, spider-boy."

you both read the line at the bottom of the page. you bit down on your lip nervously.

"we don't have to kiss right now if you don't want to," he said, his british accent filling your ears again, "i mean, i know we have to when we film, but right now we don't have to."

"i mean," you shrugged, "it's in the script."

he chuckled, "yeah, but we can save it for the cameras."

"i mean, i don't... mind... as long as you don't, obviously." you stammered, cheeks turning hot as a light pink shade dusted his cheeks. he nodded.

"i don't mind either."

"okay," you chuckled nervously.

"okay," he smiled, "did you wanna... c'mere, or did you want me to..."

he trailed off as you waved him off, "i can come over there."

you bit down on your lip nervously as you got up, ignoring the way your legs felt like jello. he watched as you climbed into his lap, like the way you're supposed to in the movie. both legs on each sides of his hips, his hands wrapped around your waist as yours snaked around his neck. he was so close, the smell of his cologne filling your nose as the warmth from his body radiated off of him.

"is this okay?" you asked, slowly starting to be distracted by how close the two of you were.

he nodded, eyes flickering from your lips back up to your eyes, "yeah,"

"cool," you smiled shyly, your heart pounding against your ribs. his hands came up and cupped your face, like his character is supposed to.

"is this okay?"

"it's great," you nodded, forehead pressing against his.

"cool," it was his turn to become shy.

"ready?" you bit down on your bottom lip.

"yeah," he said, "you?"

"mhm," your eyes closing due to how content you were. you could've stayed like this for the rest of time.

he brought your face down to his as he kissed you softly. you kissed him back, his left hand moving has he gripped your waist, squeezing you tighter against him as your lips slipped together. he made the first move, his teeth gently pulling at your bottom lip. you gasped quietly against his mouth, his tongue slipping in as he kissed you passionately.

this was all the two of you now, nothing scripted. nothing but pure lust for one another.

the two of you kissed for what felt like hours, but in reality it was probably only a couple minutes. you hadn't realized, but you ended up moving to lay flat on your back, tugging on his hoodie as you brought him with you. he didn't let his lips leave yours as he hovered over you, pulling away slowly so he could catch a breath.

"holy shit," he panted softly.

you chuckled, "is that a good 'holy shit' or a bad one?"

he leaned back down, shaking his head with a smile, lips brushing up against yours as he spoke before kissing you again, "a very good one."

[elles-archives]

Optional Family

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Optional Family

Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader (platonic), RDJ x Reader (platonic)

People included: Tom Holland, Robert Downey Jr, Elizabeth Olsen, Scarlett Johansson, Chris Evans.

Request Summary: you don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable, but could you maybe do a peter parker x stark!reader (or just stark!daughter reader), where the reader is diagnosed with cancer and tony, peter and the rest of the avengers help her through the side effects, like peter/tony shave their hair when she looses it to chemo. thank you

A/N: I don’t really write Peter Parker x Reader; however, I really like you request. I changed it so it is a member of the cast has been diagnosed with cancer. She plays Tony Starks daughter and dates Peter Parker, so she is really close with all the actors. I hope you still like it any way and thank you so much for your request. xx

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: A cancer diagnosis was the last thing you thought you’d have. But when it comes, you have the best people to support you through everything.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, talks of Cancer, maybe a curse word, sensitive content. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU FIND THE CONTENT UNCOMFORTABLE.

PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK. REBLOGS ARE WELCOME.

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You knew you had to talk to the Russo Brothers. You had to tell them what was going on. What your diagnosis was.

You had noticed a mole on your skin had gotten bigger. You had never paid much mind to it before but as you were moisturizing, you felt a change in texture and saw that it increased in size. Initially you didn’t think anything of it. In hindsight you should have. The next time you thought to check you saw the become darker and it had again grown.

This time you spoke to your parents. Your Mom took a look and at once booked you a doctor’s appointment and came with you. You knew straight away that something was wrong when you saw the look on the doctor’s face. it was confirmed something was wrong when they sent you for tests. Despite the doctor saying it was ‘routine,’ there was a voice in the back of your head, a gut feeling, that your mole had become more than that.

You took the tests and a few weeks later you had to go back for the results. The morning of your appointment, you noticed another mark on your skin. Planning to tell the doctor at your appointment, it took all your courage and strength to attend.

Sitting in the waiting room was the most daunting part. You didn’t know exactly how close you were to getting your test results and you had nothing to keep your mind off of it. Soon enough the doctor called your name. you didn’t hear it to start with, but your Mom shook you out of your trance and helped you through to the consultant room.

“So, as you know we ran some tests, and we now have the results back. I am sorry to tell you Y/N, but it came back as the mark on your skin being a melanoma. Which is a type of Cancer. There are few treatment options available…”

You stopped listening as soon as the doctor said Cancer. You always had an instinct, but the confirmation was giving you a feeling of nausea that you had never felt before. Every so often you would hear the words ‘surgery’ or ‘lymph nodes’ but you weren’t taking in the information. You looked at your Mom and noticed that she had tears running down her face.

Eventually, you went home where your Mom immediately spoke to your Dad. However, you felt stuck. The only thing you could think of was you were gonna die. If you had been in a state to listen to the doctor you would have known that actually if the treatment was successful, then you should be on the road to recovery soon.

Your management team decided that you only had to tell the directors. Anyone else that could know would be completely up to you. Depending on treatment meant that you would have to consider taking time off work to recover.

You felt like your life was falling apart and all you wanted to do was lay in bed all day and cry. However, you knew that you had to tell someone at work about the diagnosis and that hiding from it was not going to make it go away.

So here you were, standing outside the set ready to tell them everything. As you entered the premises, Tom Holland over waved you. You and Tom played love interests in the films, and you maintained a strong friendship outside of filming. This was because with you being two of the youngest on set, you were gently bullied by the rest of the cast.

Sighing you make your way over to the Brit. You know he always means well, however, at this precise moment in time, the last thing you want to do is engage in optimistic small talk.

“Hey, Y/N/N. I thought you weren’t working today?” Tom questioned obviously confused by your presence.

“Oh yeah, well there were a few scheduling issues I needed to discuss.” You lied. You hated lying, especially to Tom, however, you didn’t want to tell him you had cancer. It’s not that you didn’t trust him, but you didn’t want him to see you differently, or treat you like you were fragile.

“It’s good to see you anyway. Are you free tonight? It’s been a while since we’ve spent time together and a few people are coming.” Tom seemed so excited.

“Actually, I’m busy tonight but I’ll come out with you another night.” You tried to smile and shrug it off. Unfortunately, for you Robert was standing behind you and heard you decline Tom’s offer.

“That’s unlike you Y/N, you normally love to come out with us all.” You didn’t have to turn round to know that he had caught onto your lie.

“Me and my Mom have something planned tonight.” You lied again, not being able to look Robert in the eye.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Robert asked and put a comforting hand on your arm. That’s all it took for the waterworks to start, catching the attention of a few people around you, including Elizabeth, Scarlett, and Evans.

Tom and Robert quickly ushered you to your trailer, away from prying eyes, knowing that at that moment you needed some privacy. It took a while for you to calm down but both Tom and Robert were patient with you.

“What’s going on Y/N?” Tom questioned. You took a deep breath.

“I have cancer.” You confessed quietly. You felt the pair of them tense up, but soon Tom wrapped you up in a hug while Robert sat in silence.

“How bad is it?” Robert asked.

“I have to have surgery and then potentially a biopsy to make sure it hasn’t spread to my lymph nodes. They caught it fairly early.” You told him.

The three of you were sitting in silence when there was a knock on the trailer door. Robert got up and opened it to a very worried looking Elizabeth, Scarlett, and Chris. With a nod of your head, Robert let the three of them in. No one said anything for a while but eventually you spoke up.

“You don’t have to stay with me.” You told them.

“What’s going on Y/N? You don’t have to tell us but is it anything we should be worried about?” Chris asked. You took a shaky breath before looking down.

“I have cancer. They caught it early, but I am going to need surgery.” You told them. You saw all their faces morph into worry and then pity. “I’m gonna be alright but I just don’t want anyone else to know. I was supposed to tell someone today, but I don’t have any energy to now.” You confessed.

There was something about the people who had all crowded in your trailer that made you feel safe. You optional family.

“It’s okay kid. Let’s get you home.” Robert stood up and went on his phone to call a cab or something.

“I have the rest of the day off; do you want me to come with you?” Tom asked. You didn’t want to bother anyone, but you really needed your best friend, so you nodded. You got up and were instantly wrapped in the arms of Elizabeth and Scarlett. Their silent way of showing support. Chris then wrapped his arms around you before you and Tom went to the care Robert ordered.

When you got home, you and Tom sat on the couch watching crappy films and eating ice cream. Tom treating you as he would normally helping you take your mind off of everything. You felt relaxed for the first time in weeks, knowing that whatever you had to face, you wouldn’t be alone.

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@oliviabelova

[rae-is-typing]

I love the headcanons format!!! So I was wondering if you had any lost but not forgotten headcanons. Like random quirks that the reader has cause she was raised in the pnw (also pnw whores unite lololol)

PNW WHORES UNITE LMAOOOOO my people have found me

Quirks the reader has in LBNF because she is from the PNW (pacific northwest)

Flannels

All the time

No matter the weather

same with grayscale clothes and doc martens

Also iced coffee

Is it winter?

Yes

Is the reader still drinking an iced vanilla latte?

Absolutely

In general, you don't vibe with beaches thanks to trauma, but if you ever do go to the beach, you always dress like it's fucking november lmao

Your family is like ????

What is this child doing?

Why is she wearing a sweater, a flannel, and a huge jean jacket on top of it?????

And you're like

It's gonna be cold, duh

You know all of the local coffee places and get mildly annoyed if there aren't any near RDJ's or Debbie's place

You don't wear helmets when you go biking

Yes, this did give your parental units heart attacks

You may or may not have cried when you learned that the closest Dutch Bros was hundreds of miles away

You loooove the outdoors and hiking, which excites RDJ cause father-daughter bonding on the trails

Then you basically out-hiked him LMAO

he was unhappy

especially when you told him "Keep up old man, we don't have all day"

Indio jokes about you hating the sun

Cause it rained all the fucking time on the island

He bought you SPF 100 one time

You are the designated barista of the family

You just make the best coffee because, duh, PNW culture is having an absurd amount of coffee just everywhere

TRUE

CRIME

TRUE CRIME LMAO

once you feel like you can joke about your trauma, you always say that it was jason and emilia's fault for raising you in washington

like if they didn't want you to solve it then why did they raise you in the pacific northwest

dummies

they don't find it funny lmao

ashlynn does though

she laughed her ass of when you first made that quip

true crime documentaries all the time

you even watch your own and laugh at the mistakes

you and ashlynn make a plan to do a tell-all series on social media once litigation is over and your family says its okay

420 jokes

even if you don't do the weed

just

all the time

"dad i need a blunt"

"N/N I SWEAR TO GOD-"

"nvm i think you need the blunt"

the seattle road rage is also very real

you also know how to mind your goddamn business

(its a huge thing to just never acknowledge people beyond a polite nod unless you know someone... at least in my area lol)

These are all off the top of my head, so let me know if i'm missing anything hahaha i loved this

[thelovelydreamer17]

The Lost Adventures - Teaser

Summary: Starting junior year in a new school halfway through the semester was already hard, but after you and your biology partner make an alarming discovery it was starting to look like a walk in the park.  

Relationships: Robert Downey Jr. x Daughter! Reader, Eventual Tom Holland x Reader (As in later in the series) 

Word Count: 1,932

Warnings: Slight mentions of anxiety

Prompt: “I’m sorry, you’re what now?”

A/N: Here is my part in @afictionaladventure16 2K Celebration Challenge! It is loosely inspired by their series Safe and Sound, one of my all-time favorite stories. I haven’t posted anything in a long time, so go easy on me, please! This is sort of a prologue/teaser for the storyline. I have a lot of ideas on where to take this, should anyone want to read it. I hope you enjoy and have a Happy New Year!

You paced back and forth in front of the couch, biting on the side of your thumb. Indio was supposed to be here five minutes ago, you only had so much time before Robert was done filming and would be coming back. The minutes were counting down as your worry went up. As you crawled into the fifteen-minute mark you decided that this was ridiculous. Grabbing your bag off the counter, you swung it over your shoulder and hurried to the trailer door to get the hell out of here before anyone came back. Just as you were about to open the door, it swung open nearly hitting you clear across the face. 

“Shit, Y/N.” Indie waited until you had moved back before pushing it open enough so that he could slip in. He set the small cardboard box he was holding down on the little kitchen table and kicked the door shut with his foot. 

“You’re late.” You started to pace again, not being able to sit still. 

“I know, sorry.” He opened the box and started to pull out what you were going to need. “Mom was home and it took longer than I thought to sneak it away from her and then Andre stopped me at the front gate to talk about school.” 

“He’s going to be here any minute.” You let him take the bag out of your hands, crossing you then freed arms against your stomach. “This is a horrible idea.” 

“It’s a great idea, and I got Holland to try and stall him. It should work for a few minutes. Now come sit down and please stop pacing. You’re making me anxious.” 

You looked at him incredulously, “I’m making you anxious? How are you not already anxious?” 

“Because I know this is a good idea and I’ve been wanting to do this from the start.” He sighed and stood up, halting your steps as he placed your hands on your shoulders, grounding you. “I can remember the few years after you were taken when he was so full of grief and worry that he would drink himself into a haze, and then when that wouldn’t work he would switch to drugs just to make it a little easier. It took him years to finally come to terms with what happened, and get clean, but I know that he still struggles with it. 

“Every year on our birthday we light a candle for you, mom always will make a small little cupcake and we light the candle and make a wish that even if you don’t come back to us, that you are happy and safe and loved.” You wiped your eyes with the heel of your hand, letting out a sniff. 

“If only that wish came true.” He wraps you up in a hug, the solid six inches he had over you making it feel like a warm blanket. 

“And that is why we are doing this, so that can be true.” Giving you a kiss on the top of the head he pushed you away, “Now, let’s get this show on the road. Holland won’t be able to keep him away much longer and we need to get your nerves under control and get a plan together.” 

You wiped your eyes once more and nodded. Indie gave you a soft smile before handing you the box you kept in your bag.

“I honestly don’t know what half the shit in here is,” You let out a laugh and took it from him, walking over to join him at the table. He had started to lay out the papers and documents that you were going to use as both proof and evidence. You still hadn’t decided if you were going to press charges, but Indie was sure that Robert would want to. 

You had just placed down your copy of adoption records when the door burst open once more, this time without nearly knocking you out. Your eyes shot up and you felt your throat clench when you saw Robert standing in the doorway, a confused look on his face. Tom popped up over his shoulder, mouthing an apology to the two of you. Quickly putting down the papers, you took a half step away from the table as Indio tried to fix the situation. 

“Hey, Dad. How was filming?” He ever so carefully slid the papers under each other behind his back, and your thumbnail ended up between your teeth once more. 

“It was good, now does someone want to tell me what’s going on?” He fully entered the room, crossing his arms as he raised his brows at his son. “I’m assuming this has to do with Holland trying to get me to taste everything at the buffet table?”

You shot Tom a look of wonder, and he just shrugged, stepping into the trailed and closing the door behind him. 

“You guys said to stall him and I ran out of ideas.” You stared at him a moment longer until he added, “And I was also hungry.” 

Indie let out a chuckle and was about to add to the conversation when Robert interrupted him again. 

“Aren’t you the biology partner?” He was looking straight at you and you felt your face heat up without your approval. You nodded, your eyes flashing between Indie’s and Tom’s. If you were anxious before, you were damn near a heart attack now. This was not how this was supposed to happen. None of this was supposed to happen this way. 

“Yeah, she is.” Indie said slowly, “But there’s something else that she is as well, something that we need to tell you.” 

“Are you two dating?” You let out a high pitched laugh that sounded slightly on the verge of hysteria. 

“Dating, oh my god what is happening.” Your voice had risen three octaves and you run your hands through your hair before sitting down on the edge of the couch. You could feel their eyes on you, and Indio inched closer, letting you know of his unspoken support. 

“No, we’re definitely not dating.” He let out a sigh, turning around to grab all the papers behind you in an unorganized clump. “You’re probably going to want to sit down.” 

He walked over and sat next to you, leaving Robert to the armchair directly across from you both. Neither of you noticed as Tom snuck out of the trailer to give the three of you time to talk.

“Do you have the test results?” Indie asked you, mentioning the DNA results that started this all. 

You nodded and grabbed the box off the side table, digging through it until you produced the two thick pieces of paper. They were the official DNA results, you had both figured that the classwork would not suffice in this situation. 

“Okay, so I’m not really sure where to start this.” Indio glanced at you, and for the first time that day, he looked unsure of the situation. You gnawed on your lip, looking down at the papers that were just out of view of his dad. 

“Dio, what’s going on. You know you can tell me anything.” Robert said softly, making you both look up at him. Seeing the truth in his face, you made the decision for both of you. Grabbing the papers out of Indie’s hands you arranged them into a way that would make sense and passed them over to Robert. He took them,  his eyes not leaving yours as he scrunched his forehead in confusion. 

“Just read them. We can explain anything else afterward.” He nodded and started to look through them, switching pages every few seconds. You felt as though the air had been sucked out of the room as you waited for him to finish. When he got to the DNA results, his eyes flashed upward, looking between the both of you with suspicion. Finally, he set them down on the table between you and crossed his arms over his chest. Your gaze met Indie’s as you both wondered what the older man was thinking. 

It was silent, the tension in the room building until your leg started to shake again on its own accord. 

“I don’t understand what this means.” One look at Indio’s face told you that he wasn’t going to be any help, and you were forced to bite the bullet yourself. 

“I’m your daughter, his twin.” There was a moment's pause and when no reaction was made you continued on. “I was taken for what I think was this illegal black market adoption ring, people would steal kids and them sell them for a lot of money for this ring who would them sell them to other people who would think it was a legit adoption company. Usually rich, desperate people. 

I would have stayed there with them, but they were in a car crash a few years after they adopted me and I was put into foster care. I bounced around for a while until I ended up at the school that was partnered with Hamptons Bay for a Bio project, a DNA comparison project. Indie and I happened to be paired up, and we figured it out but then there was the contest, and then the Thymes and I wanted to wait but Indie and Tom said that we shouldn’t, and we were going to do this in a smoother way where we could ease you into the idea, but then Indie was late and you were coming and so we just had to blurt it out and,” 

He cut you off, making your mouth close with a clank of your teeth. 

“I’m sorry, you’re what now?” He looked at you, then changed his gaze to his son who had been awfully quiet since the conversation started. 

“She’s what now?” Swallowing Indie flipped through the papers on the counter before pulling out the two DNA results and your original birth certificate and the fake copy that the adoption ring had made. 

“She’s my twin, your daughter.” He laid all four out in front of Robert, “She’s Y/N.” 

This time, Robert took in the information and understood what he was looking at. You could see his eyes start to water and when he looked up at you again you could see that he understood. 

“It really is you.” He said it softly, a tone that you had never heard in the movies and interviews you had seen of him. It was a tone that was reserved only for his family. “You came back.” 

He stood up and moved over to crouch in front of you. Gently, he unraveled your arms and took your hands in his, his grip loose enough to allow you to pull away should you choose. When you didn’t, his grip tightened slightly as he rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand. 

“We’ve missed you, Kid. You might not remember us, and to you, we’re probably strangers, but I have never stopped loving you or believe that you were still out there. Never.” You felt your own eyes water slightly at his words. Nobody had ever told you something with so much love and trust. This as a man you barely knew who had shown you more kindness in the last half an hour than anyone had in the past ten years. Sure, you had some good homes, with some nice parents, but they had never loved or cared for you as Robert claimed he did. 

[afictionaladventure16]

k so what about an rdj x teen daughter or something along those lines, and she doesn’t want/is self conscious about him coming to her school play bc he’s so good, and what if i let him down or something like that?? i love your writing and i just thought you would do great with this prompt

I’m Trying To Make You Proud (Robert Downey Jr x Daughter!Reader)

A/N: I may have changed it up a bit… anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic! Sorry, it took so long! 

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Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 1,920

Robert had was notified through a letter about your grades, he was concerned about it and even though Susan said she’d go for him, he refused to just sit at home about this. So, there he was. Sitting at the principal’s office, feeling as if he was a teen again, waiting to be scolded for no reason. Okay, maybe for some particular reason, but this time it felt like for no reason. He tried his best to remind himself that he wasn’t there for himself but for you and no matter the outcome of the meeting he was going to try his hardest to help you through whatever you were struggling with at school. 

“Mr. Downey!” He heard your principal say. 

Robert quickly stood up, shaking your principal’s hand, “please call me, Robert.” 

The principal smiled before taking a seat behind his desk, “Robert,” he repeated, Robert regretted having the principal call him by his first name because now it sure did feel like he was going to get in trouble. “I’m sure you’re wondering why I asked you to come to speak with me today.” 

Robert chuckled, “yes, and all this waiting has made me feel like I am a teen again, I hope I’m not getting detention for the spitballs I did in class,” Robert said causing the principal to laugh. 

“No, no, as a matter of fact, I think this meeting is quite pointless. I could’ve just told you over the phone that your daughter is exceeding in her classes. Especially with all her after-school programs,” the principal said as he viewed your transcripts, “she’s an amazing student, Robert.” 

Robert smiled proudly, “well, she does tend to take after me… in some ways.” 

“That she does! You must have been so proud when you heard she got the leading role in the school play,” 

Robert looked at the principal confused, “I’m sorry?” 

“Y/N, you’re daughter, you must’ve been proud when you heard she got the leading role in the school play, were you not?” 

Robert didn’t know what was going on but he put on a face, smiling at the principal, “extremely proud!” 

The principal smiled, “I’ll expect to you see you on opening night tomorrow?” 

Robert chuckled, “you know it! And every other night they will be performing too!” 

The principal laughed, “now that’s the kind of support I love to see from a parent, again I am so deeply sorry that you had to come all this way for something that could’ve been done over the phone.” 

“It’s fine,” Robert said as he got up from his seat. “I’ll see you tomorrow at opening night then,” he said as he shook the man’s hand before leaving the room. 

~ 

Robert walked into his house, quite expecting his two youngest kids to come running up to him but once he was greeted with nothing he remembered that they were at a friends house for the afternoon. His mind wandered back to what the principal had mentioned. 

“Robert? Is that you?” He heard his wife, Susan, call out from the living room. 

“Yeah,” he said softly as he walked into the living room. 

“How’d it go?” she asked as she watched Robert sit down on the couch beside her. She closed the book she had been reading to give Robert her full attention. 

“Did you know that Y/N got the lead role in a play?” 

“What?” She asked in awe, “well, that’s amazing!” 

“Opening night is tomorrow.” 

“Wait, what?” 

“Exactly,” Robert said softly, “she didn’t tell us about it.” 

“Well, maybe there was a good reason?” 

Robert shook his head, “what good reason could there be to not tell your own parents about getting the lead in a play?” Susan stayed silent, “exactly, there’s not.” Robert got up from the couch, “is she home?” 

“She’s in her room,” Susan said softly, “go easy on her, Robert.” 

Robert sighed before leaving the living room, he made his way down the hall. He softly knocked on your door, “come in!” he heard you say from the other side of the door. 

He slowly opened the door, taking in the view of you sitting at your desk, doing your homework. His mind couldn’t wrap around the idea that you wouldn’t tell him about the play. He wondered why you would do such a thing, was he not supportive enough? Were you afraid of his reaction? “Hey!” You said as you noticed your dad standing in your room, “what’s up?” you placed your pen down to give your full attention to him. 

“Uh- I-I was wondering if you were busy tomorrow night,” Robert lied, “maybe we can have a father-daughter date. We can go to Olive Garden?” He asked with a suggestive wink. 

You immediately froze at the mention of tomorrow night, “uh- I c-can’t,” your mind raced to find something to lie about, “study group! I have a study group tomorrow night! I was gonna ask you today if it was okay with you if I went to a friends house for a study group.” 

Robert’s heart shattered, you were lying to him straight to his face, “Why not have it here? Our house is pretty spacious.” 

“Uh- because my friend’s parents are very conservative and they don’t really let them go over friends houses,” you were pretty impressed with your lie. 

Robert hummed in response, “well, next time, right?” he said with a small smile. 

You nod, “yeah!”

 Robert walked over and placed a small kiss on your forehead, “I’m proud of you, hon,” he said softly, Robert was proud of you. Not just because you were doing so well in school but also because you were doing so well in the arts. In something that he had been so worried, you might feel pressured to achieve because of his status. He never wanted you to do something just because of him, he always wanted you to just follow your dreams even if it meant taking a different route than he did. 

Before you could even respond your dad was already gone, you had felt so bad for lying to him and you so wanted to tell him about the play but you just couldn’t. You weren’t as good as him and you felt like you would only be a disappointment if he saw the play. 

Robert walked back into the living room, “how’d it go?” Susan asked as he sat back down beside her. 

“She lied to me,” he said in a surprised manner, he let out a dry chuckle, “straight to my face. She lied to me straight to my face when I asked her if she wanted to hang out tomorrow night, Susan.” 

Susan placed a comforting hand on her husband’s shoulder, “maybe you should surprise her by going to the play,” she suggested, “just yourself.” 

“Just me?”

She nods, “it’s obvious you need to go by yourself, babe, we’ll go all together as a family the next day, but you need to go and show your support.” Robert was right, if he was going to do this he had to do this by himself. So that way you could feel liberated to speak to him. 

The scene of the opening night made you feel jitters. Your drama teacher was running around trying to make some final adjustments, but the sounds of everyone talking so loudly made you feel so overwhelmed. You fumbled with your thumbs as you recited your lines to yourself. Regret started to settle in your stomach, all you wanted to do was to run to your father’s arms for comfort. You wanted him there beside you to ease the nerves that were going through your mind. 

“Curtains up in five minutes!” Someone yelled. 

“Are you ready, Y/N?” Your drama teacher asked as she looked over your costume one more time. Your scene wasn’t until a couple of scenes in. You were cast as Cosette so that meant you had to wear a blonde wig. You gave your drama teacher a nod before they wandered off to make sure other students costumes were correct. 

Robert sat where he knew you couldn’t see him, he watched in amazement throughout the whole show. Amazed by the amount of talent your fellow students had. When you showed up for your scene, Robert smiled, but it wasn’t until you started singing In My Life that Robert began to feel moved to tears. He sat there watching as you put emotion to the words you sang, he heard sniffling around him. You had brought others to tears. 

Once the show was finished, Robert made his way backstage, trying his best not to get recognized. He noticed a paper on one of the dressing rooms, with your name on it. He knocked softly, “come in!” he heard your voice say. He sighed as he opened the door, you hadn’t taken notice of him as you were too busy trying to take the makeup off your skin. 

“That was a pretty amazing performance, kiddo.” 

The sound of your dads’ voice startled you, you quickly stopped everything you were doing to turn around to face him, “dad.” 

“I was pretty hurt that you didn’t tell me about the play,” he said as he closed the door behind him.

“I wanted to tell you,” you said softly. 

“Then why didn’t you?” 

You sighed as you finished taking off your makeup, discarding the wipe, “because I was afraid of what you might say because I’m not as good as you.” 

“Not as good,” He scoffed, “Y/N, honey,” he walked over to you, pulling you into an embrace, “I never want you to feel afraid to tell me these sorts of things, I’m sorry if I ever did something to make you feel that way.” He let go of the embrace, placing his hands on your face so you would look at him, “I was so impressed by your performance if anything I think you’re better at acting than I am.” 

“So, you don’t think I’m a horrible actress?” 

He chuckled, “you’re an amazing actress, Y/N.” he sighed, “I just want to support you in everything you do and I can’t do that if you’re keeping secrets from me, honey.” He couldn’t help but smile at the memory of your performance, “ugh, I am so fucking proud of you!” 

You smiled and hugged him again, “I’m sorry, I didn’t tell you.” 

He kissed the top of your head, “it’s okay,” he sighed. 

“I wish mom was here to see it,” you mumbled. 

“What are you talking about? We’re all going to come tomorrow to see the play.” 

“Wait, you wouldn’t mind seeing it again?” 

He smirked, “I bought tickets for all showings,” he said, “I also may or may have not told some friends who are now set on coming to see you perform.” 

Your eyes widen, “who?!” 

“Scarlett, Chris, Sebastian, Other Chris, Mark… Hey, you hungry?” He asked trying to change the subject. 

“Dad! That’s too much pressure!” you exclaimed.

“You’ll do great! I believe in you!” He placed an arm around you, “but seriously, I’m starving.” You rolled your eyes as you followed your dad out of your dressing room. You felt bad for not telling him sooner, but now you were dead set on telling him about all your acting choices. Your dad is Robert Downey Jr. for christ sakes, of course, you were going to have amazing theatre skills, you took after him after all.

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Mistaken

Warnings: None.

Notes: My first Marvel fic!!! I'm so happy that i'm posting this because i entered the marvel fandom a few months ago and it was about time that i finally posted something i wrote. Don't worry i won't stop writing Supernatural. 

This is a little different view because the reader doesn't appear in this first part, but just wait for the next one lol. I hope you like it! It's not my best work, it's small but it's just the beginning. Thank you!

Summary: Robert Downey Jr finds out that his daughter is dating his co-worker.

Robert Downey Jr. had just finished shooting a scene for the new Avengers movie and honestly he was exhausted. It was a tough scene, with a lot of fighting and emotional lines in it. It had been a long day. He just wanted to get to his trailer, eat dinner with his daughter and go to sleep. 

 "Hey Mr. Downey, the makeup team is already waiting in your trailer to take your makeup off." A girl in the production reminded him as he passed by, and he nodded. 

 "You know where my daughter is?" He asked.

 "No, but I can find out for you Sir." She said quickly, already scared because she didn't know how to answer a question from Robert Downey Jr. He was in fact a star, and sure acted like one. But contrary to what people thought of him, he never treated anyone with rudeness and would never ask for her resignation just because she couldn't give him an exact answer. 

 "Nah, that's ok, but if you see her, tell her to stop by the trailer." Robert explained shrugging.

 "Sure thing." The girl answered walking away. (Y/N) Downey was Robert's first child with an ex girlfriend that was no longer around, mainly because she was a terrible mom and Robert fought a lot to get his daughter's guard. As you started to grow up, you started to make your own fame, dancing with the most famous dancers of the world, traveling around and being a social media influencer, or whatever kids called it this days. And although you weren't an actress, you would always be on set with your dad when you could, especially if you were on vacation. You both had busy schedules and enjoyed every time you had together.

 He was walking toward his trailer when something caught his attention. It was two production girls talking while organizing some outfits for the movie, so entertained in their conversation that they didn't notice that he was close by.

 "I still can't believe this. When I started to hit on him..." The first girl said.

 "I know right! She has everything. She is the daughter of Robert Downey Jr, she is an incredibly famous dancer and now she gets to hook up with the hot one? So unfair." The second girl said and Robert started to feel his heart beating faster. 

 "Hook up? I think they are actually dating! Yesterday I saw her entering his trailer and not getting out for at least four hours." The first girl said again. "And you know that Tom is my massive crush!" 

 And then Robert's heart stopped. (Y/N) was dating? His little girl was dating Tom? His co-worker Tom??

 He’d always been overprotective of his daughter and this was new territory for him. (Y/N) was already Holland's age, maybe a little older, but she’d never introduced him a boyfriend before, and now she was dating his friend? 

 So many thoughts were running through his head. 

 Robert walked faster to his trailer, and ended up bumping into Chris Evans on the way.

 "Hey Rob, how..."

 "Have you seen (Y/N)?" Robert interrupted, making Evans frown. 

 "Hmm, no, why? Is everything okay?" Chris asked confused and preoccupied. (Y/N) Downey was a great friend of all the Marvel actors. She was fun, caring and always was around.

 "I just... I heard..." Robert started to mumble, taking his phone out of his pocket to call you but was interrupted by Chris, who put his hands on Robert's shoulders to slow down him a little bit. 

 "Rob, what happened?" Chris asked concerned and his friend sighed.

 "(Y/N) is dating Tom!" He said and saw Evans freeze.

 "Where did you hear that?" Evans asked, laughing nervously. You and him were great friends, and it had been a while since you first told him that you were seeing Tom and made him promise not to tell anyone.

 "So it's true." Robert concluded because of his friend’s behavior, running his hand through his face. "Oh my god, I can't believe this!"

 "Don't be mad at her for not telling you... Tom is a great guy." Evans tried to save your ass and Robert chuckled. 

 "Everyone knew about this?" He asked and Chris gave him a yellow smile.

 "Kind of."

 "Hey guys, what are you..." Scarlett Johansson greeted them just as they approached Robert’s trailer, but was quickly interrupted by Rob. 

 "Did you know?"

 "Know about what?" Scarlett asked confused, noticing Evans' frightened face.

 "That my daughter is dating Tom." Robert explained making Scarlett make a strange face.

 "Maybe?" She said with a matching yellow smile to Evans’.

 "I can't believe this!" Robert cried shaking his head in denial. "I just won't kill you two right now because I have to talk to her first." He said and simply left them standing there, still with fake blood in his face and his iron man outfit. Chris and Scarlett looked at each other and gulped. 

 "If Robert doesn't kill us, (Y/N) will." Chris said and Scarlett nodded. 

 "I think they will do it together."

 xxXXxxXXxx

 Last night, after Robert was dragged back to his makeup trailer to take the blood off his face, he tried to call you one hundred times but you didn't pick up once. There were some days you didn't show up at his trailer, but mostly because you‘d gone to a party with some friend, or had to go to some city close by to settle something, and he usually didn't mind. But now that he knew that you probably were sleeping with his co-worker, it was driving him nuts. 

 But after a day of thinking, he slowly calmed himself down. Okay, you had a boyfriend. So what? You were already 23 years old, unfortunately you weren't his little girl anymore. Besides, he liked Tom. Tom was a good guy.

 And that was the reason that lead him to wait outside Set number 7 for Tom to finish his last scene of the day. 

 "Hey, Rob! This girl told me that you wanted to talk to me!" Holland said getting out of the set with a big smile on his face and still in the spider man suit. 

 "Hey kid." Robert said with a sigh. "Yeah, I was waiting for you."

 "Okay, what do you want to talk about?" Tom asked innocently, running his hands through his curls.

 "I know." Robert simply said making Tom open a confused face. 

 "Hmm, know what?"

 "No need to hide it anymore Tom. I know." Robert said and Holland looked around, trying to see if anyone close by was filming them, but there were just some staff entertained in their own conversation. And Benedict Cumberbatch reading his script a little further away.

 "Okay...?" 

 "At first, I will admit that I didn't like the news, not even a little bit, you can understand why." Robert said and Tom nodded but he was getting more confused by the second. "It was a surprise for me and i wasn't expecting this at all!" Robert said with a laugh. "But after some thinking, I decided that it's okay... My feelings about this won't change a single thing between you two and all I want is my daughter to be happy. You're a good kid, you know I like you and I know you will be good for her." 

 "Hmm, thanks man, but what the hell are you talking about?" Tom finally asked when he saw where this conversation was going. He was freaking confused and he didn't believe anymore that this was a prank. Robert was dead serious. 

 "What do you mean what I'm talking about?" Robert asked becoming irritated. "I'm talking about you dating my daughter! (Y/N)!"

 "What?" Tom asked in disbelief. "Robert, (Y/N) is a good friend, yes, but I'm not dating her!" 

 "Of course you are!" Robert yelled back, losing his patience with Tom. He already knew! Why was the kid still trying to keep it a secret? "I heard two girls from the production talking about it and Chris and Scarlett confirmed it!"

 "I swear on my life I'm not dating your daughter, Robert." Holland explained and this time Robert started to get confused. The kid looked like he was telling the truth. "Whatever Tom is dating her, it's not me."

 "Well, if it isn't you, who could it be?" Robert asked confused and mad but suddenly he listened to a laugh behind him that made his blood freeze. The owner was talking to Benedict a few feet away and suddenly it all made sense.

 Tom Hiddleston.

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Kiddo (Robert Downey Jr. x Daughter!reader)

A/N: aww Robert would be such an awesome dad like could he please be my father. Also I made the reader like 29 so you’d be able to date Sebastian without it being weird. And I’m sorry if it doesn’t make sense when she finds out bout the movies, but let’s say the Reader rewatched them when they got older and that’s how the crush started on Seb.

Request: “Y/N has recently discovered that RDJ is her father and they are spending time getting to know each other and she admits to her father she has feelings for Sebastian and RDJ takes things into his own hands and sets it up”

Pairing: Robert Downey Jr. x Daughter!reader, Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: none fluffff

Words: 2177

You grew up fairly well. You lived with your mother as your father wasn’t in the picture. And it’s not because he didn’t want to it was because your mother was jealous and didn’t want you to see him.

So when you became 18 you went on a hunt for your father. You had a name. And an important one at that. Since you couldn’t live with your father all those years growing up he paid child support and had a bank account for college.

So here you were 11 years later out of college with a degree that you weren’t sure how to use. You had got in contact with your fathers manger and told him you needed to speak with the man it’s been 29 years.

So now you’re standing outside of a huge mansion with two suit cases at your side. Sighing you pushed the buzzer as a stuffy voice sounded.

“Name?” “Uh Y/N Downey?” You questioned and the doors opened. You pulled the suitcases closer to you and made your way inside. Your stomach filled with nerves as you got closer having to never met this man.

But you knew everything about him. When you were 11 your mother told you his name and a little about his life. Every night she told you a little about him. But she never mentioned him remarrying or the other children he had.

From what she told you was his name and how he landed the role of Ironman. So growing up you watched the movies and the others. You wanted to see your dad more than anything but as the years went on and the more your mother pulled you away the longer you gave up hope. Why hope for someone when they didn’t actually know you?

That is also how you developed a crush on the man who was in some Marvel movies himself. Sebastian Stan. You found out about him in the first Captain America movie but he moved you in Civil War.

But here you were three steps from the front door when it opened making you forget your thoughts. “Y/N? Follow me” a tall man came and grabbed your bags as you followed the maid looking woman inside.

“Your father is so excited he’s been expecting you for so long” she smiled back at you as you nodded. “Right” you looked around and saw a bunch of photos from either your fathers crazy life as the man of iron or of his new family and his new children.

“This way” she pointed to a open door which lead to a balcony and below it was steps that went to a pool. “Robert” a woman next to the man mumbled and quickly turned around. “Ah so you must be Y/N?” He asked as you walked out to the balcony “I am”.

He smiled and quickly engulfed you in a hug. “It’s been years kiddo” “yeah 29”.

He released you and frowned “I’m sorry I wasn’t there your mother wouldn’t let me she threaten me on so many occasions I just stopped trying and just paid her”

You nodded you knew how your mother was. “Well don’t be rude Robert” the woman said coming behind him and placing a hand on his shoulder. “Right well this is my wife Susan and Susan this is my first born Y/N”

“Hi nice to meet you” you shook her hand and she smiled “pleasure”.

Robert nodded at the two of you and then clapped your back “Well let me show you to your room”. You followed him back into the house and he lead you to the elevator. “You have an elevator in your house?”

He laughed “yeah I get tired of taking the stairs too much cardio”. You chuckled at his comment and then you were off to the 3rd floor.

“So what have you been up to?” He asked leaning on the balls of his feet. “Not much since I finished college I was living with a friend but rent got to be too much and I just really wanted to meet you”

Robert nodded and then the door chimed “well you’ve been welcomed here since I left your mother, I don’t know why she hates me but I tried to do everything for you”

You looked at the man as you stopped in front of a door. “Everything you had I made sure you had your mother only wanted money, I tried taking you away but with my life and schedule with things they told me it’d be better for you to stay with her in a “stable” household”. His quotation marks made you crack a smile.

“Well here’s your room, I have a party happening tonight so if you would like new clothes I can have one of my drivers take you to the mall if you’d like I’m sure Susan would love to join” he opened the door for you as Roy saw your bags sitting by the huge bed.

“Yeah just let me know when” and he nodded “be ready around 3 and I’ll make sure you and Susan have a great time” he hugged you and then went back the way he came.

You walked into the room and plopped down on your bed. You decided to call Y/F/N, “hey hows the new life?” She asked and you laughed “new life it’s more like first day” and she laughed “I’m just saying. But really how is it? Is he everything you ever hoped for in a father?” Her question made you stop.

“He’s actual not that bad so far, normal dad things really the house is nice” you mumbled and your friend laughed. “Y/N dont think too much about this just have a good time! You haven’t seen the man in 29 years live a little”.

“Will do I have to go I’m going to the mall with his wife, because my dad is throwing a party” you said as you slipped on more comfortable shoes.

“Ooh find someone hot!” And you laughed “shut up” “ok well I love you have fun don’t forget me”. You shook your head “love you too I’ll call you tomorrow!”

You hung up just as a knock came. “Miss Downey the car is ready for you and Mrs.Downey to go shopping” the maid said and you nodded heading to the elevator to take you to the grounds floor.

You walked to the front door as Susan stood waiting for you. “Ah Y/N I thought they forgot to grab you come let’s go” she smiled and you headed down to the car.

When you got to the mall Susan led you to the huge party store she told you that’s where she gets all her party wear.

When you walked in your jaw dropped this was one of the most expensive stores in the whole mall. Susan saw your look and laughed “don’t worry your father told me to spoil you”

You walked around and ran your hand along any clothing that looked like it felt weird and Susan led you to the back. “Now I’m not sure what kind of look you’re going for but they have plenty to choose from” you nodded and looked around.

You weren’t much of a dress person but you didn’t want to be too underdressed. You walked back to the store and you landed upon the perfect outfit.

The shirt was black see threw and found found a light pink skirt to go along with it. You already had a black bra to wear underneath it. Susan came up to you as you looked over the outfit “that would be amazing on you, get it” you smiled and went to go check out when she grabbed your arm. “Shoes darling”.

She led you back to the shoe rack and you looked up and down at the selection. You decided on some knee high black boots and then went to check out.

After you helped Susan get an outfit you were hearing back to the house. You walked in and went to go get ready as the party was in a few hours. You curled your hair as you added the finishing touches on your outfit.

When the party was beginning you walked down and Susan caught your eye and her mouth opened “beautiful!” Her comment made you smile and Robert walked around her and looked at you “Looking good kiddo now come with me” he grabbed your arm and lead you to a group of people.

“So guys I want to introduce you to my daughter Y/N” he smiled and you gave a small wave at the group of people you realized were the superheroes your father was a part of. “Robert how come you never told us about her?” Chris Evans you believed asking patting the man on the back. He started to go into the details about him and your mother. You caught a glance at Sebastian and quickly looked down noticing how he was staring.

Some of the girls started talking to you and you felt comfortable since you weren’t under their gaze anymore. You felt someone tapping your arm and you turned around to face your father.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” He asked as the other ladies nodded and you followed him up the steps. “Spill” he stated and you rose an eyebrow. “I have like this 6th sense when people like other people and I feel like you like someone in that circle so like spill” he said and you frowned.

“No one?” You questioned and he laughed “I’m not stupid let me here it, if it’s honestly someone in that circle you’re safe I like all of them, most of the time” he started and you shook your head looking down “it’s not the small one right? Holland he’s too young” you laughed and shoved him.

“Sebastian” you stated simply and he smirked. “Perfect I’ll be right back” “dad no!” Before you could grab his arm he took off towards the group.

After a few minutes Sebastian was on his way up the stairs towards you. “Hey” he spoke and your heart beat quickened. “Hi”. “Your dad mentioned something about you” he started and you nodded cutting that statement off. “Yeah he likes to embarrass me apparently” you laughed nervously.

He stepped closer to you “Well if it helps I can’t keep my eyes off you”. Your breath caught and you looked up into his eyes. “Yeah?” He nodded and ran a hand down your cheek.

You shuddered “want to go talk someone private?” He asked and you nodded lacing your fingers with his. You walked out back to the patio where your father told people not to go.

You got two drinks for you and Sebastian and then plopped down at the table with him across from you.

You two talked most of the night only getting up for new drinks or the bathroom. It was getting late and you were getting dizzy. Somewhere along a fifth drink you and Sebastian managed to go to your room.

You didn’t do anything as you both plopped down on the soft mattress. You both were out like a light the alcohol taking it’s toll.

When you woke up the next morning your head was pounding and you went to roll over when you met with a warm body. You froze and lifted your head up to find Sebastian still passed on.

You tried not to stare as you looked at the man you were crushing on, laying in your bed. He started to stir as he reached his arms around and wrapped them around you pulling you to him.

“How long have you been awake?” He mumbled into your shoulder sleep laced in his voice. “Not long really” you sighed and he nodded.

He opened his eyes and looked at you. “I could get used to this”. Your stomach flipped and your cheeks lit up. “Yeah?” You questioned quietly not trusting your voice.

He nodded and then sat up pulling you with him. “How about I take you to breakfast?” He asked and you nodded. He let you up so you could find some decent clothing as he left to go see if he could borrow something clean from your father.

He came back a few minutes later with fresh clothes and you had to changed into comfy clothes. He lead you out and to his car and then headed down to town for breakfast.

You stopped at small café and he opened your door for you. You picked a small booth in the back. A waiter came around and took your order.

You relaxed in the booth as Sebastian stared at you. “I’m glad I’m sitting here with you” he smiled and you reached a hand across to him. “Me too I’m glad my dad had you come talk to me last night”.

Sebastian laughed and laced his fingers with yours. He definitely had to thank Robert.

[rnebbie]

Can you pick me up? (Request)

Tony stark x teen! Reader

Request description: Request: could you do something with tony x teen! reader, where reader was supposed to be picked up from somewhere (school, sports game, idk) but their parent bails and they call tony instead. maybe he brings their favourite food and they listen to dad rock on the way home. if not thats cool too :)

Requested by: anonymous

Warnings: parental issues, mention of getting drunk & mention of feeling sick

(A/n): I’m sorry I’ve been gone! I hope u guys like this and I cant promise to be better but I will promise to try. Love u all and I’ll try to get to work on these requests. I didn’t proof read so if there’s a ton of fuck ups that’s why. I love u guys goodbye

You sit on the steps outside of your school's front doors, shivering as you’d been waiting in the freezing cold weather for the past 45 minutes for your mother to pick you up. But alas, there you sit.

You click on her contact again for the hundredth time scrolling up to see all the texts you’d sent her tonight and all the missed calls she’d just brushed off. You know nothings wrong because this is something she does all the time. Most days she just loses all care about you and you’re left in the dust.

You feel a frustration tear roll down your cheek and you quickly reach up to brush it away. She doesn’t deserve your time, she doesn’t deserve your care. But it just sucks that you have to be left alone to deal with it yourself.

You would’ve gone home with one of your friends if you’d known your mother was going to ghost you again. And you feel so stupid for not knowing she was going to do this. She always does.

Your school dance ended almost an hour and a half ago. You had waited longer than that before for your mother, and you would still wait longer now if you knew she was coming, but you know she’s not coming at this point, so once again you’re left to your own devices to figure that out for yourself.

You finally work up the courage to walk back into the school to see if any teachers are left and someone could maybe drive you home, but once you go to reach for the handles and pull on them, it immediately becomes clear that they were locked, and they had been for a while.

You sigh heavily and hang your head, resting your face on your hands. You rub your face and take a few steps backwards to sit down on the steps again. You pull out your phone half hoping to see your mothers name come up texting you that she’s on her way. But of course, your screen is void of notifications.

There’s only one person you can think of, and you hate that he’s probably the only option. You scroll for a second before tapping on his number and calling him. You start to lose hope as the phone rings more than once, thinking about how many times you’ve heard the ringing tonight while calling your mother. But he picks up after a few rings, “hey kid, what’s up?” He asks.

You take a shaky breath before responding, “hi, Tony. I’m sorry to bother you, are you busy?” You shiver again and run your hand down your knee, feeling the goosebumps that line your skin. “Nope, don’t worry. What’s up with you, why'd you call me?” Tony shakes his head from where he’s sitting in his lab as if you can see him.

“I-If you can't help that’s fine, and I’m sorry I have to ask, but I’m stuck at school and my mom won’t answer her phone. I’m really sorry, but could you pick me up?” You ramble on, feeling terrible and selfish. Your stomach hurts, but you can’t tell if it’s because of the fact that you haven’t eaten all night, or if it’s the guilty feeling that makes you feel sick. You get that when you have to ask people to help you.

When Tony doesn’t answer immediately you bite your lip and brace yourself for not only the rejection you’ll get from Tony, but also for the walk home in this weather.

You hear a door on Tony’s end close and his keys rattle. “I’m already on my way, kid. You're just at your high school, right?” He says as you hear his car start. “Yes, sir. Thank you so much.” You beamed, because you can’t help but smile out of relief.

He Hums in reply, “do you need me to bring you anything?” He asks. Out of habit and not wanting to burden him further you immediately answer, “no thank you, I’m just fine.” And you accidentally cut him off from replying, “Actually, I’m a little cold, I was wondering if you could bring me a blanket or something.” You sniffle, you know Tony won’t like that.

“Yep, will do. I’ll be there in ten minutes. Hang in there, y/n.” He answered. You hang up the phone and shut it off. For those few minutes you were talking to him you completely forgot about your mother. And you feel upset all over again when you remember she forgot about you entirely. You wish you didn’t have to reap the consequences of her bad behavior because she wanted to get drunk and do her own thing. You wished she didn’t embarrass you every day, most days multiple times.

A few minutes go by before you hear the roaring of Tony’s expensive car engine down the road. You look up from your phone and a few seconds later he’s in front of your school. You stand up and lightly smile towards Tony’s car, even though you can’t see him because his windows are tinted. You open the door to the passenger's seat and duck into the car, shutting the door and turning your gaze towards Tony.

He stares at you for a few seconds knowingly. You tried not to make it obvious that something was bothering you but he could tell. You fear if you stare into his eyes for any longer you could break, so you reach to the other side of your seat to buckle your seatbelt silently. Your hands linger motionlessly for a couple of seconds before looking up at him again.

“You okay?” He questions you, you nod quickly and fake a smile. “It was a fun night. One of my friends got shit faced and had to be taken home like thirty minutes into the dance.” You laugh, trying to change the atmosphere of the car. Tony smiles, catching the vibe you’re trying to give off, and starts to drive down the road. You grab the blanket from the backseat and lay it over your legs.

“Thanks again.” You look out the window at the lights passing by quickly. “Of course, kid. Anything you need.” He says, making you feel comfortable. You tilt your head back til it rests on the headrest. Tony turns the heat up for you, and you smile at him in thankfulness.

“Are you hungry?” Tony asks, you shake your head, knowing you’ll just eat when you get home. God forbid Tony has to spend money on you. But to your dismay, your stomach growls just after you told Tony you’re not hungry. You didn’t mean to be ignoring your hunger, you just wanted to get home so you could be alone and soothe yourself since you knew no one else would.

“You sure?” He eyes you from the driver's seat. “I guess I could eat, but I’m not dying of hunger. I’ll be fine” you assure him. He nods, before abruptly turning the car into a Burger King drive through. “Tony, it’s fine I swear.” You look at him. He nods, “I'm hungry, kid. Can I eat?”

You smile and chuckle lightly. He pulls up to the drive through window. “Two cheeseburgers please.” He orders. Within the minute you have the bag with your food. He hands you one of the two cheeseburgers and parks in the parking lot. “Thank you.” You take it from his hand and smile.

He unwraps his burger and you do the same. You two sit silently eating for a minute.

“Your mom bailed on you again?” He looked at you. You sigh, you hate how often this happens. And how everyone seems to expect her behavior besides you. Everyone seems to know not to trust her again, and doesn’t give her another chance, besides you. You always forgive her and most times you forget about it. Out of all people, you deserve to hate her, right? So why don’t you?

You just nod. You’re not in the mood to defend her like you always do, but you just don’t want to talk about it. Tony understands how you feel. He usually makes you talk to him, so if anyone were to know what you were feeling, it would be him. But he lets you off the hook for today.

“Next time you have an event you need a ride to or from, let me know, alright?” He takes another bite of his burger. You nod, “thank you Tony.” Is all you say.

“And do you still have practice on Thursday? Do you need a ride?” He asks. You turn your head to him, smiling. You’re surprised he remembered your schedule. You had to remind your mother of it several times a week and she still always forgot. “I do.” You reply. “Alright, then I’ll see you on Thursday.” He says. You look out your window and smile. It’s nice to have someone who looks out for you and treats you like they care. You wish your mother could even fake it for you. But at least you have Tony.

Once you two finish eating, he turns the radio on and his 80s playlist starts shuffling. He turns the volume up all the way and rolls all the windows in the car down. “Tony.” You whine and put your face in your palm, and he belts the chorus out in response.

Halfway back to your house, Tony turns the music down. “It’s pretty late, and last time I had to drop you off at your house, your door was locked and we had to wait a while. Do you wanna sleep at the tower?” He asks.

You act like you’re thinking about it but the second he offered you’d already decided yes.”if that’s okay.” You respond. He nods and turns the radio back up all the way. You sigh while smiling and look out the window as your hair gets messed up from the aggressive wind.

Once the two of you get back to the tower you go to the room Tony has already set up for you. You've used it a few times in the past and you feel more at home in that room than you do in your entire house. Just like how you feel more comfortable and more like yourself around Tony than you do with your own mother.

You change into a pair of pajamas he’d washed and folded and kept in your room for nights like this, “have you seen those pajamas I left here last time I stayed over?” You’d asked him, thinking he threw them out or shoved them somewhere to hand to you next time he saw you. “They’re in your dresser.” He answered as if it was nothing. And really, It wasn’t that important. But to you it meant everything.

When you were pulling your blankets down and unmaking your bed to get into it, he knocked on your door. You told him to come in and he opened it, just to say goodnight to you. That gesture alone made you feel so important and loved. You walked over to where he was standing at the door and hugged him. He stood stiff for a moment before hugging you back. “Thank you for everything, Tony.” You said, hiding the tears that were finally coming out of your eyes.

“I love you, kid.” He replied. And you sniffled. “I love you.”

-

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[bellarkeselection]

Attractive Stranger

Tony stark's daughter accidentally opens a doorway to an alternate universe and Andrew Garfield's spiderman comes though and they need to work together to get him back to his universe

@sessa23 @underoostarks @rosie-posie08 @makeshift-prime

Part 2

Part 3

Laying in a chair in my father's lab filled with Iron Man suits while my father was fixing one of the flight thrusters that was broken. I keep tossing a gold ring in the air that he got from someone named Doctor Strange from the battle with the purple guy from space. "Sweetheart can you hand me that rench?" He asked pointing to the one near my foot that I grabbed playing with the ring until it glows. I hand my father the tool gasping as a orange circle portal opens up behind him. My father raised his brows seeing someone walking out wearing a Spider-Man suit. "Kid, how'd you get in here. This is trustpassing?" The stranger removed the mask and I feel my cheeks heating up at seeing its not our Spider-Man.

"I am Peter Parker and I'm Spider-Man." The guy had brown hair and eyes almost matching the young Parker we knew. But there was no way that he just returned since Thanos wiped out half the universe. Getting to my feet I had to admit I found this Peter attractive if he's telling the truth. "You're pulling my leg, you're not Parker." My father pointed his tool towards him as I got to my feet thinking up something. "Climb the wall or web shooters." I moved my hands in a circle before the new Peter jumped up sticking to the ceiling by his right hand questioning. "This proof enough, Ms..." He trailed off staring down at me where I hold my hand out that he shakes. "Y/n Stark."

Suddenly my father pulled me backwards behind his chest eyeing the guy hanging from his ceiling. "Don't touch my daughter, you space creature." He warned raising his hand so his hand blaster attached to his right hand. Peter dropped down his eyes lighting up at what he just saw. "Woah how did you do that. Do you create that in a lab or were you electrocuted by something metal?" My father knitted his eyebrows together trying to be intimidating towards our intruder. "Nevermind that back to my questions. How the hell did you get here and what do you want so called Peter Parker?" Peter shrugged his shoulders moving his hands around rambling off science terms sounding like my father with his technology terms. "I'm not sure how I'm here exactly. My guess is that is has something to do with uh - String theory. Multi dimensional reality and matter displacement..."

I step around my father who glared wanting me to stay away from him being overprotective. I pick up his wrist seeing a tech sort of thing on his wrist needing an answer. "What are these. Did you make them. Because I thought you get bit by a spider?" Peter smiled bending his head down embarrassed about you holding his hand, even though he wasn't apposed to it at all. "I uh - I did. But I made these to control my web shooting...like in a lab type thing. There were a few mess ups..." He rubbed the back of his neck staring down at me since I'm not as tall as him. "I just don't know how to get back to - um my world. Do you think you could help, Y/n?" I smiled softly up to him getting interrupt my father's shouting. "There will be no romantic involvement with my daughter what so ever!" Whipping my head around I groaned back to him feeling my face turning red and apparently Peter was blushing too.

"Dad seriously. Nothing is going to happen he needs our help that's all!" I throw my hands up flipping my hair over my shoulder. He lowers his hand blaster shaking his head with a serious look on his face. He could see that you got embarrassed around this Peter unlike with the one he knew. So he wasn't taking any chances, Pepper your mother would be on your side if she wasn’t away on a business trip. "Mr Stark, I promise I won't date your daughter while I'm here." Peter held his hands up reassuring him hoping to not get shot. My father plopped down in his rolling chair calling for his AI. "Jarvis, see if you can find Thor anywhere on Earth and patch me through to S. H. I. E. L. D." The AI response suprised Peter. "Yes, sir." He glanced down to me with a shocked smile on his face. "It's just like Oscorp. An artificial intelligence, right?" My father nodded his head to his statement. "Smart answer, Parker." One way or another we were going to get this Spider-Man back home.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

I honestly had fun writing what their interaction would be.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Can I request Smut list 5, with 7(praise) and 11 (mirror sex? With RDJ?

Thank you 😋

Living the fantasy

Pairing || Husband!Robert Downey Jr. x Wife!Pregnant!Fem!Reader

Wordcount || ~ 950 words

Summary || You've fantasized about having some fun in front of a mirror for a long time, and tonight, your fantasy will come true as you step into your hotel room with your husband, and there's a floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of your bed.

Rating || Explicit (E)

Tags || RPF. Pregnancy fic. Established relationship.

Smut || Mirror sex. Dirty talk. Praise. Pregnancy kink. Fingering. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!). Referenced/implied creampie.

A/n || Nonnie, this idea has excited me since I read your request, so I hope I can do it justice! This is proofread by my sweet bestie @ccbsrmsf1, for which I will forever be grateful. I love you! 🤍

Photo: Source || All other graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Robert Downey Jr. || Summer of Drabbles

From the moment you step into your hotel room, followed by your husband, who's taking care of your suitcases, your mind has been in overdrive at the thought of what's about to happen. Your fantasy of having sex in front of a mirror is finally coming true, and your body is excited already, your panties ruined from the mere thought of seeing how good your husband can make you feel.

"Hmm, someone's excited," he purrs in your ear, his hands finding their place on your pregnant belly as he's standing behind you. Your eyes slip shut as you lean into his touch and body, his warmth making you smile and feel comfortable in his hold.

"You don't know the half of it," you answer, a chuckle slipping past your lips, too.

Barely 10 minutes later, you're seated on the edge of the bed, your legs spread wide to accommodate the width of your husband's hand as his fingers take their time exploring your dripping pussy. His free hand is playing with your nipples while your nails dig into his thighs at the pleasure you're feeling.

"Look at yourself, my Sweet Angel; the way your pussy is clenching around my fingers tells me you're enjoying yourself, and I think you should have a look for yourself," he whispers in your ear, and you never realize you closed your eyes.

When you meet your gaze in the mirror, Robert appreciatively hums at your reaction, his fingers speeding up just a little as the squelching sound fills the room with your moans.

"Look at the way you're taking my fingers, huh? Such a good girl for me when you spread your beautiful thighs like this," he says, accentuating his praise with a little tug on your nipple that has you moaning louder from the pleasure.

Since you've become pregnant with his baby again - your five-year-old son and two-year-old daughter being taken care of by your parents - your hormones and libido have gone through the roof again.

"You're making me so hard, y'know that? Just letting me play with your perfect body when I please, and the fact that you're carrying my baby has me so fucking needy- fuck," he groans, his cock twitching between your bodies as he leans into his pregnancy kink.

"And to think that I am the person who did this to you? God, that's the biggest ego stroke of all," he murmurs in your ear, making you smile as you lean into his hold, his hand now gently caressing your bump while his fingers speed up.

"Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me? Cum all over these fingers as you scream my name, letting everyone know who's making you feel this good?" he asks, and you nod in response, but it's not good enough.

"Look at yourself when you cum, Angel, and then - only then, am I gonna fuck your perfect, tight pussy like she deserves," he tells you, and you moan in response, clenching around him. As directed, your orgasm washes over you shortly after as you look at yourself, making it all so much hotter as you do.

"That's it, there's my good girl," he praises you, warmth surging through your entire body as he does. You'd do anything to be praised by your husband, even going so far as begging when he's in a mood to make you work for it - which is something you both love a lot.

"Now, get on your hands and knees so that I can stretch this perfect little pussy with my thick, long, and veiny cock," he says, knowing how much you enjoy it when he says that. You immediately scramble to do as he says. Your face is pressed in the sheets; your head is turned towards the mirror as you look at your position, your toes curling in anticipation as he takes his place behind you.

He takes a moment to enjoy the sight in front of him, his hands wandering over your butt and hips before dipping down and holding your belly, a soft hum leaving his lips as he takes his time working himself into you.

"Takin' me so well, Angel. Fuck, our baby isn't even born yet, and I already can't stop thinking about knocking you up again," he grunts through gritted teeth, your pussy clenching around him as he says it. There's nothing else you'd rather do than carry his babies, and to see him get so turned on by it only intensifies it for you.

"P-please," you beg softly, needing more of your husband.

"You're such a needy little slut for my cock, aren't you? Is it not going fast enough for you?" he asks as he folds himself over your back, his gaze on yours in the large mirror.

"You need me to stuff this pussy so fucking full of cum it'll be dripping out before I'm done with you?" he asks, and you moan loudly at his words as you try to nod.

"Hmmm, you're such a perfect little cumslut for me, and I can't wait to stuff you full for the rest of the night, sweet Angel," he says, and he makes true to his promise.

For the rest of the night, you two go through every possible position as he makes perfect use of the mirror, and you've never felt yourself cum so many times in a night, let alone seen it. You're happy to finally fulfill this fantasy, though, as Robert makes it one never to forget, and you're already looking forward to the next time you'll be staying at this hotel.

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

if it’s not too much trouble to ask, maybe a scenario with the mcu cast in which the reader is a young artist. something along the lines of billie eilish for example. if you’d prefer to just write a select few of people then i’d be just as happy with that! either way, cheers. <3

Being A Young Artist And Apart Of The Marvel Cast

MCU Cast X Teen!Reader

Warnings: none

Reader's Age: 16

A/n: Hi! I hope you don't mind but I decided to do a headcanon.

You joined the cast after gaining fame for your music. So they all knew about you.

You quickly became apart of the family.

I completely believe that Tom Holland or one of his brothers were fans of you. Probably Paddy, so you did sign something for him.

I feel like Evans and Sebastian heard of you but never bothered listening to your music. So when they found out they'd be in a movie with you they listened to a lot all of your music.

They loved it. Also Chris's niece is probably a fan so you offered to make a video for her. She loved it.

Anthony probably heard your music from his kids. So he was familiar. He also picked on Tom for his fanboying.

Now to talk the ladies of the cast. Scarlett knew of your music, and had met you before you even auditioned.

The two of you probably met at some kind of award ceremony or something of the sorts.

You definitely had a fangirl moment when you met her. You were fan of hers it was surreal meeting her. Even more surreal when you joined the Marvel family.

"Your Scarlett Johansson!!!" You exclaimed. She chuckles at your excitement. You totally in that moment forgot you were famous, you got her autograph and a photo with her. Which both stayed framed in your room after you joined that cast which made her laugh.

Okay so you met Elizabeth your first day on set. And you guys became friends instantly.

Okay so collectively the cast would try to come to your shows whenever you were in their city or close enough to them.

Also I feel like your parents would just get used to you leaving the hotel or tour bus a few hours after a show to go meet with up with someone.

Those in the cast not living in America were always salty when they saw photos of the others with you at shows. Cause they wanted to be able to meet up with you as often as the others.

Holland was ecstatic when you announced that you were going to do a world tour. He immediately bought tickets for him, his brothers, and Harrison. Which you refunded him on because "your the brother I've always wanted" if you have a brother, he was salty when he heard you say that

Hemsworth didn't go to your show in Australia as it was on a night he was busy but he invited your family over for dinner.

Okay now to during filming movies. Cause obviously.

I feel like you'd be in your trailer writing a new song and someone would bust through the door (usually Sebastian and Anthony) they'd insist in you singing a bit of it to them.

You agree sometimes but usually you close your notebook and flip them off.

When your not in your trailer working on new songs, you in Robert's "village" arguing with Evans about your favorite Disney movies. Cause why not.

Filming would be so much fun. I feel like just to spice it up you'd randomly start singing your lines in the most mundane scenes.

Whoever was in the scene with you would ask do so to mess with the directors.

You only did it once and a while since it wouldn't be funny if you didn't it a lot.

Benedict is the only one who you didn't do that too, mostly cause you had very few scenes with him and you just forgot to do it.

The blooper reels for every movie you were in had at least 3 clips where you broke into song.

"Steve, Tony stop arguing over useless stuff we have bigger problems." You sang keeping a straight face.

"She has a point." Scarlett copied you cause the cast and some of the crew to break out into laughter.

Now to your concerts again. You obviously had to plan concerts around filming. But right after filming for Endgame, you had to fly out to the location of your concert that was the next day. You didn't realize the OG avengers talked to your parents and they ended up showing up in the crowd. You invited them on stage.

"You in the front and your group come up here." You pretended not to know it was Chris Hemsworth, and the others.

That was the only time you had a tour planned directly after filming after that you were given a month on advanced, because Chris Evans got to wild and lifted you on his shoulders. Accidently dropping you making you break your arm.

He felt so bad.

All together being in the cast was fun though. Especially when you got to meet up with them at your concerts.

[thighs-of-betrayal-blog]

Hey darling! Im back 😅😅

I saw youre taking requests of Tony's. So... Im here for him now 🤣

Well, i was thinking: Steve (or any other Avenger you think will be the best... even Nick Fury) recruits the Reader for the team. At the first moment, she feels out of place... She was excluded from her own family, because of her special abilities (she has the empathic power, or the ability to control the 4 elements... I leave that to you too 😅😅)... so, she always stayed by herself.

The Reader always had the company of the books, thats why she loves to read, study and learn.

She starts spending time with Tony, maybe bringing solutions to some project, or assisting him on some mission. He begins to like her and see her as a daughter.

And at Christmas, she gave a especial gift for him: an acknowledgment of paternity! (I dont know if its the right name of the process... i hope it is 😅 its like a request for adoption... sorry if i messed up lol)

Thank u for reading my request ❤ hope u like it!

The Most Magical Gift

A/N: This is SO sweet!! All these Tony requests are making me so happy, omg. Thank you so much for this, love! It was such a great idea!!

I hope you all enjoy and as always, any feedback is appreciated :)

Pairing: Tony Stark x Daughter! Reader

Warnings: just pure fluff

As you sit on the living room couch, reading a book, you think of how in such little time, this compound has become your home. Before this, you lived with your real parents, but that ended abruptly. Everything came crashing down when they learned of your power to control the four elements. 

Fortunately for you though, Steve found you right after you were kicked out onto the streets of New York and brought you back to his home. The Avenger’s compound. 

At first, you felt out of place. These are the Avengers, the group of people everyone admires to protect the world. But now, you feel like you’re right where you belong. 

“Hey, kid. Whatcha doing?” 

You don’t hear Tony at first, your whole being engrossed in the book in your hands. 

Tony snaps his fingers in front of your face. “Earth to Y/N.” 

“Huh?” you ask, turning around to look at him. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you.” 

“I can tell. Your book that good?” He nods his head toward the book.

Placing it on the coffee table, you stand up. “Yeah, really good. But, what’s up? Did you need something?” 

Tony grins. “Yeah, gear up. You’re going on a mission with me.” 

Excitement floods your body and you point your finger at yourself. “Me? I’m going on a mission?” 

He chuckles before gesturing towards the elevator. “Yes, you. Now go, get dressed. We leave in 10 minutes. Meet me by the quinjet.” 

“Yes, okay. I’m going.” You squeal as you run away, Tony shaking his head in amusement as you go. 

---

“Alright, kid. So, we’re looking for a blue plant. Blue stems, blue leaves. The whole thing’s blue. Keep your eyes peeled.” 

You roll your eyes, but continue walking onward. When Tony said a mission, you had assumed it would consist of fighting off a bunch of bad guys, not looking for an endangered plant. 

“My eyes are wide open,” you mutter in reply. 

The two of you are in an abandoned building in Germany. The plant was left here to die, but apparently, it contains healing properties that are beneficial to the human race. Which is why you’re here to save it. 

You hear Tony sigh into your ear comm. “Look, kid. I know you were expecting something a little more… epic, but I’m a little nervous to have you out in the field just yet.” 

You’re quiet for a moment. You get where he’s coming from, you really do. But, why is he so nervous? 

“Tony, can I ask you a question?” You’re still looking around as you walk, trying to spot this infamous blue plant. 

“Sure, kid. Ask away.” 

“I’ve been a part of this team for a year now. We all know I’m prepared for the field… So, why are you so nervous about it?” 

There’s silence on the other end and you give Tony a second to collect his thoughts. As he’s thinking, you turn right into a room that resembles a lab. 

“Well, I uh, ya know… care about you and what not.” 

You smile at his nonchalant way of showing affection. 

He doesn’t stop there though. “You’re not completely unbearable to be around. Not like some of the others and by others, I totally mean Bucky.” 

You laugh at that. 

“And, I don’t know, kid. I guess I just feel a need to protect you. This world can be a nasty place and I want to make sure you have the best life possible.” 

A single tear rolls down your cheek at his confession and you quickly wipe it away. Tony would probably freeze up if you start to cry over the comm. 

“Thanks, Tony. You’re not the worst either.” 

“You’re damn right I’m not.” 

Shaking your head and chuckling, you go still once you look up at a shelf on the opposite wall. 

“Tony!” 

“What? What’s wrong?!” 

You reach out, carefully touching the base of the plant. “I think I found it.”

On the other side of the building, Tony smiles. “I knew it was a good idea to bring you along.”

---

You jumped out of bed today, more excited than ever before. It’s officially Christmas Day, and the only thing you’re looking forward to is giving your gift to Tony. 

Over the past few months, Tony’s taken you on four real missions. Not plant saving ones, but ones that involved fighting actual bad guys. It was awesome. 

Today, the day has been filled with appropriate festivities and now, after you’ve eaten, it’s time to exchange gifts. 

You practically run to the living room, your gift carefully placed in a wrapped box. Tony’s the last to enter the room, a large smile on his face. “Alright, alright. Time to open presents. I can’t wait to see what you all managed to get me this year. I promise to not openly act like I hate it, even though deep down I definitely will.” 

Everyone snickers at his words as they get ready to start and almost an hour later, it comes down to you. All eyes shift their focus on your smiling face. 

You stick the box out to Tony. “For you,” you say, suddenly nervous about what he will think. 

He grabs the gift curiously and shakes it. “Please don’t tell me it’s fragile.” 

You laugh. “Well, you already shook it, so I’m relieved to say no.”

His shoulders visibly relax and then he carefully rips off the wrapping, taking his time to prevent destroying whatever is underneath. 

“Thor, grab me those scissors over there.” 

After Thor hands them over, Tony slices into the box until it opens. When he notices it’s a pile of paper, he looks up at you. “What’s this?”

You nod toward the box. “Just read it.” 

Tony scrunches his eyebrows as he pulls out the paper and stares at it. Two minutes go by of pure silence. Tony’s still staring at the paper, his mouth slightly open in shock. 

“Tony?” you ask, anxious that he hasn’t said a word yet. 

When he finally looks back up at you, he has tears in his eyes. “You want me to adopt you?” 

Everyone around you gasps and you nod your head, your own tears threatening to fall. “For the past few months, you’ve done nothing but care for me. You’ve treated me more like a father than my real dad ever has... But, don’t feel pressured or anything!” 

Tony snorts. “Don’t feel pressured.” He opens up his arms. “Come here.” You walk up to him and let him bring you closer for a hug. He rests his head on top of yours and sighs. “Remember when we went to Germany to find that plant?” 

You nod. 

“Well, when you asked why I was nervous about you going on a real mission and I said I feel like I need to protect you, it’s because I’ve always looked at you as my daughter. Even if it wasn’t spoken out loud, you’ve always been my daughter. And, I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you’re always safe. So yes, I’ll sign these papers and we can make it official.” 

The both of you silently cry in each other’s arms before he pulls away from you. “Now, go back to your seat. I can’t have anyone else here thinking I actually have a heart.” 

He winks to alert you he’s joking and you laugh before shuffling back to your spot. 

From here on out, Christmas will always have a special place in your heart.