Tony looks ready to keel over but each time someone points it out to
him and tells him to sleep, Tony’s forehead curls into a stubborn
Sam has watched Steve trying to convince Tony to finally sleep for
the better half of an hour now.
It stopped being funny.
“Tony, all I’m saying is that you need to get some rest. You’ve
been up for- JARVIS?”
“For 43 hours, Captain.”
Steve nods at the ceiling, then glances at Tony, one eyebrow raised.
“So, way too long. I think you need to sleep.”
Tony, being the picture of manic energy and too much coffee, crosses
his arms with a scoff. “And I think you need to stop telling me
what to do, Cap.”
Sam gets hit by a paper ball aimed with deadly precision and he
shoots Bucky a glare. The man just shrugs, nodding with his head in
the direction of their leaders arguing and mouths “Do something
Natasha’s brow is twitching too. Sam heaves a sigh. If he wants to
prevent Tony being forcibly dragged into his room by one overly
worried super soldier and a pissed off assassin, he has to act now.
“Tony”, Sam says, over Steve’s next argument.
He gets a huff in response. “Not now, Sam. I’m trying to make
“Sweetheart.” Sam says and Tony goes silent before he’s finished
his sentence. “Come here?”
There’s a moment of hesitation, but eventually Tony does come over
and Sam takes a long look at him. Yes, his boyfriend looks tired and
ready to fall asleep any moment but there’s also a determined
expression on his face that tells Sam he won’t just go to bed.
So instead, Sam pats the spot next to him on the couch. “Sit down.”
And amazingly, Tony does. He grumbles and complains but he snuggles
up against Sam, pressing closer when Sam puts his arm around him.
Having at least quietened Tony like this, they go back to watching
the movie but Sam doesn’t pay attention. He focuses on Tony’s
breathing. It gets slower quickly, evens out and he smiles to
himself. Tony melts into him and it only takes a few minutes for him
to snore softly into Sam’s neck.
Which is just about perfect. Sam lets him rest for a bit longer
before he moves slowly, running his hand over Tony’s back, then up to
his neck and massaging gently. He turns his head to press a soft kiss
to his boyfriend’s forehead and whispers Tony’s name.
Tony moves, just a little and makes a sleepy noise that fills Sam
“Let’s go to bed, sweetheart”, Sam says quietly, murmuring the
words into Tony’s hair. His lover just makes this soft noise again,
pressing his face closer into the crook of Sam’s neck. Tony is
completely relaxed by now, all pliant and lax and Sam kisses his
“Bed, Tony”, he repeats. This time, Tony actually follows, moving
to stand only to immediately fall back into Sam’s arms when he wraps
them around him. Like this, having been asleep and being woken up,
Tony is incredibly docile. There’s no fight left in him and so Sam
has no troubles guiding his boyfriend out of the living room and into
Once there, he tucks Tony in, kissing him softly on the lips before
he crawls into bed with him. Tony cuddles close, only satisfied when
he rests his head on Sam’s chest.
Sam, for his part, runs his fingers through Tony’s hair and falls
asleep to the even, calm breaths of his lover.
Request: Imagine Tony stark playing
with your hair (and possibly tangling it while trying to braid) thank you!
Thanks for the request, doll! Hope you like!
Putting your hair up into your jump helmet was almost
impossible. It was long, thick and
downright unruly. The sheer volume alone
took up most of the helmet, and you had yet to find a way to control it. There were many days when you were close to
cutting it all off, but you could never quite bring yourself to do it. Today was another one of those days; no
matter how you secured it, tangled strands fell around your face.
“You know, I’m pretty good at braiding. It’s one of my top secret skills that we
don’t divulge to the public.” Looking at
yourself in the mirror, you could see Tony’s reflection as he stood behind you
with a smirk crossing his lips.
“Have at it, my friend. But
I must warn you, you’re going in at your own risk.”
As Tony combed thru your hair, you began to wonder what this
would look like from an outsider’s perspective.
If one of the other Avengers were to walk in, the ridicule would be
legendary. If Cap thought he suffered
thru the whole ‘language’ debacle, this would make that look like a walk in the
park. He began to weave your hair thru
his fingers, slowly twisting the braid into shape. His tongue was sticking out just a bit at the
corner of his mouth, his concentration fully focused on your hair.
Tony wrapped the hair tie around the end of the braid and let it
hang down your back. He stood for a
moment, looking over his work. “I need 4
bobby pins. No more, no less.”
“Wow, you’re really getting into this, aren’t you.?” He popped the pins between his lips as he
wrapped the braid around your head, securing it into place. He stepped back one more time to check for
any loose strands, clapping his hands together at his success. “Done!”
You spun your chair around so that you could see your hair from
all sides, marveling in the detailed work he had done. “Well, that settles it. You are officially my mission hairstylist.
Who would’ve thought?”
When the mission was completed and the team returned home to the
tower, you didn’t have the heart to take down the braid just yet. Not only was it really well done and it
stayed in place like a dream, it was something special. Tony was your best friend, and the fact that
he did this for you meant a lot. Once
you had taken a few pictures, you finally resolved to take down the braid and
jump in the shower, but there was a knock at your door.
“Miss, it’s Mr. Stark.”
“Thanks, FRIDAY, let him in please.”
When the door opened you were immediately concerned at the sight
before you. Tony looked exhausted and
anxious, like so many of those nights when he couldn’t sleep, sometimes for
days on end. He was wringing his hands
and pacing in your doorway; he looked on the verge of panic.
“Can you come sit with me for a bit?”
Tony sat on the couch in the darkened room and gestured for you
to sit next to him. He pulled you in to
sit with your back to his chest, slowly beginning to undo the braid on your
head. His fingers were moving very
carefully as to not pull too hard, gently twisting the strands as they
“Are you okay, Tony? Did
He took a few deep breaths, continuing his work. “No, nothing specific. I think I’m just exhausted.” Your hair was now completely unbound, but he
was still running his fingers thru the waves that were left behind. “When I was helping you earlier, I had this
strange calmness when I ran my fingers thru your hair. It’s all I’ve wanted to do since we got
back. Is that weird?”
Closing your eyes and laughing softly, you were just relieved
that nothing had happened to cause his sudden mood shift. “No, sweetie, it’s not weird. If this helps calm you, then this is what
A short time later, your eyes fluttered open to a completely
dark room, the sounds of Tony’s quiet snores behind you. You had no idea how long you had been asleep,
but when you woke you found yourself covered with a blanket that hadn’t been
there before. A dim light was on in the
lab, and you could see Bruce’s shadow inside.
Rather than getting up and risking waking your friend, you grabbed your
phone to text the doctor.
Thanks for the
Thanks for finally
getting him to sleep.
I knew it.
You must have some
magical hair. I might need to study
The next message was a picture of you sleeping against Tony,
your hair draped over his face as if he were shielding himself with it,
breathing you in.
Latina shewolf asked for an accidental kiss. And aside from redoing that scene from Friends, this popped in my head.
It was a little known fact that Tony Stark without coffee was incapable of dealing with people. As in his brain just didn’t compute anything that wasn’t his work or any errant thoughts running through it. Anything else was shifted to the side as unimportant or imagined.
The only people who knew this little tic of Tony’s were Pepper, Rhodey, and JARVIS. Dummy and his brothers knew as well, but as they shamelessly used Tony without coffee to their advantage, they didn’t count.
Tony’s little team had no idea what he was like without coffee. Mainly because he had yet to show them and also because he kept himself to his workshop or bedroom during those times. (Not that Tony really had any idea just how bad he was; he generally treated his hazes before coffee as dreams.)
So it was months after the team moved in that they got a taste of Tony before his coffee in the morning firsthand.
Tony had come up from a short power nap in his workshop that hadn’t really done much for his weariness. So now he was upstairs in the kitchen, intending on snagging some water before he headed off to bed to get some proper sleep. It was the morning, but he kept weird hours.
Tony hadn’t really expected the people in his kitchen, and the entire scene had such an air of surrealism to it that he doubted it was really happening at all. It was just like him to dream of happy team times. (And Steve smiling at him.)
“Morning, Tony,” Steve said, still giving him that smile.
Tony didn’t say anything, but he did blink at him speculatively. This was definitely a dream.
Because only in a dream would Thor be wearing My Little Pony pajamas. Tony had more pictured him sleeping in the nude.
Also, Steve’s friend James seemed less inclined than usual, to murder people, instead conversing with Natasha in quiet tones.
So if this was a dream…
Tony went up to Steve and placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning down to kiss that smile.
Steve made a sort of startled squeak, his lips parting in surprise. Shamelessly taking advantage of the opportunity, Tony got a good taste of how Steve tasted in the morning. Which was surprisingly like pancakes.
Humming happily, Tony drew back and planted one last kiss on Steve’s nose.
Then he ruffled that ridiculous blond hair and left, intending on finishing this dream on a good note and not risk it turning into a nightmare.
This was definitely one he’d be trying to remember. His lips were still tingling.
Imagine Tony asking Rhodey to babysit Peter because Steve and him haven’t had a date night in quite a long time.
So Rhodey agrees to take on the little squirt for the whole evening and they end up having one of the best evenings ever. They watch space documentaries with Rhodey explaining everything to Peter as the young lad listens intently, wanting to know everything there was to know, He tells Peter about how he and his dad used to go to school today and makes Peter laugh with funny yet appropriate stories about his father.
They DO end up making cookies and Peter insists that they have to make War Machine shaped ones because he loves War Machine a lot and even whispers in Rhodey’s ear “Maybe even more than Iron Man.’ And Rhodey’s heart just swells with affection for this boy that he gives him such a big hug, Peter squealing happily.
They make a meal out of dinosaur shaped chicken bits (because Tony had warned him in advance) with some fries and apple juice. They literally talk about everything and Rhodey even tells Peter about how he really admires his papa, Captain America. Peter promises to keep a secret and Rhodey laughs and says he’s the best.
At the end of the evening, they end up watching the stars as they were very visible and he tells Peter about the constellations as well as about rockets and how they’re built and what NASA does. And Peter is so incredibly happy that his cheeks are flushed with excitement and he’s asking all these questions which definitely makes Rhodey know that this was Tony’s son.
Tony then arrives back with Steve after a good night out and they see Peter curled up next to Rhodey’s side asleep as he’s covered in his Black Widow blanket. Rhodey is asleep as well with his arm around the little boy protectively.
Steve and Tony BOTH take a picture before deciding to leave to sleep for a little while longer.
okay so first of all, steve’s instagram would be filled with artistic photos, his drawings, what he’s eating, the avengers and of course, tony.
and like he would post a pic of his lunch that day and the caption would be “one of the best things about this century is the food, you don’t need to travel to get food from italy😌”
and he would post scenery pictures and the caption would be like “grateful to be a part of this” or “this is what a masterpiece is”
he posts pictures of the avengers doing domestic things with the caption “is this what living with your college mate feels like?” and he posts a group photo of the avengers with the caption “family.”
NOW SO WHAT DRIVES PEOPLE INSANE ABOUT HIS ACCOUNT IS PROBABLY HIS CAPTIONS ON PICS OF TONY BCS OMG IMAGINE
he’d post a picture of tony working in the lab with the caption “my world in his world”
he’d post a picture of tony post battle, still in his iron man suit but he’s licking ice cream and he’s got a bit of ice cream on his nose and he’s smiling at steve goofily as he takes the picture so he puts the caption “yeah you look real scary with your adorable face and sweet smile”
he’d post a picture of tony sleeping in the morning with new york as the background with the caption “two sites that i would never get tired of: new york and you.”
he’d post a picture of them together, tony holding a bouquet of flowers with the caption “going into the 3rd year now, and life has never been better, thankyou sweetheart.”
he’d post a pic of tony’s side on their bed when he’s away on a trip with the caption “bed’s cold without you. come home soon”
he’d post a picture of him holding tony’s hand, the silverband being the focus of the photo, the caption is, “he said yes.”
Do you think cat!Tony is a kind of jerk cat that likes to knock things over or sleep over people's sketchbook while they're drawing or sit right in front of the TV when people are watching because I can totally picture him doing that. (Srsly your cat!Tony gives me life tbh)
sleeping over people’s sketchbook like Steve’s sketchbook oMG I CAN IMAGINE THAT HOW CUTE!!
I think cat Tony is one of them hahahha in my opinion XD!
TG is sleeping with makeup artist that used to work at Scandal. Not sure if she's still there but her name is Jennifer and there are pics of them together. When Scandal got the EW fan award with the cast and crew present, she was the woman on KW's right side. Just so you know...
Well my name is Jennifer. I pretty good at makeup. Perhaps I’m this makeup artist. And she was at an event that happened years ago? And there are pictures of them? Well shit I’m sold.
I mean, come on. Somewhere there’s a picture with Tony and the woman who licked his neck. Is he sleeping with her too? Tony has a few pictures with Richard Lagravanese. Maybe Tony’s door swings both ways. Baby go do something productive and stop reaching.
Title: A Man, Not a Boy (Psychic Projector Avenger!Reader X Pietro Maximoff) Warnings: None// A/N: Please inbox me if you find any mistake!
I tried a different style compared to my last fic, I actually re wrote this four times, mainly because I just can’t capture the stream in my head. If you liked this, I would love to write this prompt again in a different ‘ending’. Just inbox me :D Or reblog, or request on my page! XD
“LET ME OUT!” (Y/N) yelled as she threw herself on the door. She couldn’t believe Tony would actually throw her into a room made of Vibranium for such a stupid reason.
“Please, (Y/N), I really don’t want to write another giant cheque to repair the parts of the tower you and speedy destroy. Talk this out, it’s dragging the team on.” Tony plead from the other side, how many of them were in on this?
“(Y/N), Pietro, I’m sorry!” Wanda’s voice came from the other end, and (Y/N) could hear the ash-blond huff angrily in response.
“Thank you, my dear sister!” Pietro replied sarcastically.
<i>”You like her, ever since we met at the orphanage.” Wanda whispered into his mind, “I’m only giving you an opportunity to be honest.”
“Shut up.” Pietro replied in his mind, mental-Wanda sighed softly, then left his consciousness. <i>
“Nat! Come on!” (Y/N) continued to shout, “You can’t be this childish!”
“No (Y/N)” Clint replied instead, “You need to stop being a child and talk this out with Pietro, we’re sick of fire drills and soggy breakfasts.”
Pietro thought she looked incredibly adorable.
“Have fun!” Tony said, “we’ll come back in the morning!” With that, he and the other Avengers spun around and left to their individual rooms.
(Y/N) looked around the room for a weapon, and found the room bare say for a single bed, a very comfortable looking sofa and no windows…great.
The psychic Avenger sighed, suddenly wished that she was less of a pig, if she was, perhaps she wouldn’t have been lured by the invitation to enjoy a few slice of Bruce’s home made apple pie with whipped cream.
Damn it, is loving food a sin?
Especially when they said that they didn’t tell Pietro, so she could eat her slice of pie in peace.
Look where that got her.
“All I wanted was a slice of apple pie.” (Y/N) muttered under her breath, “I don’t deserve this.”
‘Ouch.’ Pietro thought as he shifted uncomfortably on the balls of his feet.
Heaving another sigh, the (H/C) sat down on the couch and patted at the seat next to her. Pietro raised an eye brow in question, but sat down next to her none the less. They were closer than he’d like, he could already feel his heartbeat accelerating and he prayed that his face was not flushed.
“What’s wrong?” (Y/N) asked, “afraid of a little girl?”
(Y/N) was most certainly NOT a little girl, not with her curvaceous perfect body and long, toned legs. Pietro’s mind was already running off into his fantasies, imagining her thighs wrapped around his waist as he-
“Oi!” (Y/N) waved her hand infront of him, “I asked you a question!”
Pietro wanted to run, as he always does whenever (Y/N) got too close. It always ended up in a cat and mouse game where (Y/N) would be chasing him all around the tower in an attempt to squeeze the truth out of her, Pietro maybe none so carefully throwing obstacles in her way in a futile attempt to stop her.
Being able to teleport, (Y/N) was the only one who could even match to Pietro’s ridiculous speed, maybe it was that, or maybe it was just because she was just such a tease, she would always attempt to catch him and the last time she succeeded, Pietro had to wiggle out of her grasp before she figured out the real reason there was a giant bulge in his pants.
Yup. Pietro silently groaned as he recalled the weeks of torture afterwards, the constant questioning and invasion of private space—like right now.
“I don’t understand! I’ve known you since you were ten! Nine years, does nine years of friendship mean nothing to you? WHY ON EARTH ARE YOU AVOIDING ME?!”
Her face was way too close for comfort, her chest centimetres away from touching him. She angled herself a little further towards him, her left hand resting on her hip, the other rapidly coming in contact with his cheek.
He jerked, and ran across the room in a millisecond. (Y/N) fell over on the couch, lying flat on her stomach.
(Y/N) groaned, and threw her hands up.
“I give up! Okay, I get it! You hate me! I’ll stop chasing you! Now can I get back to my books and Netflix? I have like 20 episodes loaded on there and less than 20 hours to watch them all!”
Pietro knew he should correct her, but he couldn’t, he was afraid of whatever words would spill from his lips if he spoke. Maybe a blunt confession, that would be bad.
“What,” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow, “did you just say?” He didn’t just say that out loud, did he?
“Yes you did.” (Y/N) replied, skilfully teleporting yet again centimetres from him, she took a step forward as he took a step back. “You better explain this, what confession? Are you hiding something from me? Is that why you keep running when I try to touch you?”
Pietro gulped as his back hit the wall, he didn’t have anywhere to run, not without pushing (Y/N) away, and he didn’t think anymore physical contact with her would do his poor heart any good.
“Hey!” (Y/N) pointed at him, “answer me!” placing her finger on his chest as she said ‘me’.
Then she felt it, the rapid beating of his heart, the flush of his cheeks, the bulge in his pants.
“Oh.” (Y/N) said, suddenly flustered, “I-“
Her sentence was cut off by a kiss, initiated by no other than the lust demon that Pietro had kept under lock and key all this time.
Very surprised, (Y/N) didn’t object as Pietro pried open her mouth, sliding his wet muscle in.
It felt weird to be kissing her childhood friend,.
Her hands went to his abs, and she relished at the feeling of the toned muscle. Pietro’s hands flew to each side of her cheek, deepening the kiss.
Only when Pietro parted their lips did (Y/N) noticed that not only was she holding her breath in the whole entire time, she had also closed her eyes.
She studied her flustered ‘friend’, his icy blue eyes that would drive any women wild, his untrimmed stubble that tickled when they kissed, his long arms and legs, his toned muscles.
Since when had he grown into a man?
Gosh, she felt so embarrassed.
Pietro dared a look, only to see (Y/N) embarrassed and flushed, but not angry. He dared to hope a little, just a little. They were still in each other’s arms, so Pietro smashed his lips down at her’s again, not holding back an ounce of energy this time as he vent out all his frustration.
This time, he felt her kissing back, and he allowed his hands to venture further. To touch the places he’s never dared to think about before, well, maybe outside his dreams.
(Y/N)’s hands found themselves home tangled in his hair, tugging and tilting her head so that he could have better access of her mouth, the heat between them was over boiling.
(Y/N) wanted to go further, she wanted to feel more.
But it felt wrong, it felt weird.
But it felt so right, so damn amazing at the time.
Throwing all logic out the window, she threw herself into flames of passion.
When Tony opened the door the next morning, he half expected to have something thrown at his face the moment he opened the door, but instead he found the two tangled in each other’s arms—fully clothed, (Y/N)’s head resting on Pietro’s chest.
Tony did the only thing a Stark would do, he took a picture and uploaded it to the Avenger’s shared whatsapp group.
He may have a sonic-in-flesh and psychic chasing him afterwards, but it would be well worth it.
Bonus: “I’m getting my bow and arrow.”-Clint
“I’m locking down the weapon’s room.”-Nat
“I have a spare.”-Clint
“I just took it, now leave those lovebirds alone.”-Nat
“Ofcourse I knew, calm down daddy hen Clint.”-Nat.
“Awww my brother.”-Wanda.
“I do not understand.”-Vision.
“Bruce just dropped his phone when he saw the picture! xD”-Tony
“I don’t find it very funny, I most certainly don’t think they’ll be very happy when they see this Tony.”-Bruce
“Tony! Come on! :( ”-Steve.
“If it isn’t the star spangled man with a plan! Aren’t you a little too late. ^-^”-Tony
“I think I just saw a flash of silver and blue, run Tony, run!”-Nat
Tony’s phone was found destroyed by a clean swipe of psychic blade and smashed into pieces.
A/N: I think my favourite part is the Bonus. I mean, Tony taking a picture of (Y/N) and Pietro sleeping? Pure gold.
Any grammatical/spelling mistake, my inbox is always open.
I look forward to any of you requesting, I mean, god darn it, I love writing this. <3
lbr - dummy totally puts the dunce hat on tonys head when hes so absorbed in his work that the outside world turns entirely into white noise. tony might even absently fix the damn thing when it almost slips off because hes so engrossed in what hes doing.
oh my GOD this is so adorable
and then when tony doesn’t notice the hat, dum-e just keeps… putting more stuff on him
kind of like those pictures you see of people piling stuff on their sleeping cats